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imtrashraccoon · 5 months

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Whew! What with work and prepping for some potentially nasty weather over the weekend, I nearly didn't get this done. Twenty three days in and it finally happens, huh? What is it exactly? Hm...

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 23: Movie Night

"Hey, Papyrus?" you asked.

"Yes, Precious?"

"Can we do something fun tonight, like say, have another movie night?"

Papyrus smiled and nodded, "Of Course, We Can."

"Can we...also invite Undyne and Alphys?" you asked tentatively, fiddling with your fingernails as you spoke.

Papyrus hesitated and glanced at Sans, who had narrowed his eye sockets as soon as he overheard your question. They both seemed a little concerned about it, which you thought was understandable, but you really wanted to befriend both girls.

"Alright, I Will Ask Undyne And See If They Are Able To Come," Papyrus finally said.

"i don't think they'll be stupid enough to try anythin', but both of you should stay close to us at all times, just in case. i'll be keepin' a close eye socket on them anyways though," Sans stated firmly.

You smiled and hugged Papyrus tightly, which he was completely unprepared for. "Awesome! Thanks so much! I have absolute faith in you guys," you exclaimed.

Papyrus chuckled and hugged you back warmly, but he still seemed slightly concerned. Surely, nothing bad would happen and you would eventually be able to call the two women friends. Surely...

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You weren't surprised when it turned out that both Undyne and Alphys had readily agreed to come over for the movie night. Undyne definitely seemed like the extroverted type to you, while Alphys was much more introverted. Still, they seemed like decent people from what you could tell, minus Undyne trying to immediately kill you and Frisk that one time.

They brought snacks with them too, all packaged junk foods like chips that had been unopened, which meant you didn't have to worry they had messed with any of them. You made a big bowl of popcorn for everyone as well which was a huge hit.

This time the movie of choice was a comedy, although it was a pretty bad one in your opinion, but in a 'so bad it's actually kind of good' way. Frisk didn't understand half the jokes but there was plenty of slapstick humour to keep them entertained at least. Still, you kept them close to you for the duration of the movie, partly because you wanted them to be safe, but mostly because you wanted to cuddle with them.

Papyrus seemed to be feeling a bit bolder this time, which was quite evident by how affectionate he was willing to be tonight, not that he was a shy person like you were more prone to be. Rather, he sat pretty close to you and put his arm around your shoulders in a gesture that left you feeling pretty special.

Throughout the movie though, you caught Alphys and Undyne casting occasional glances at both of you. At first, you felt pretty self-conscious and quickly looked away, but to your surprise, Papyrus didn't seem bothered at all. If anything, he seemed quite confident and like he was almost showing you off. You kind of liked it actually... It gave you a small thrill, like you were doing something forbidden, and sort of brought you back to your teenage years.

After the movie, Papyrus took it upon himself to bring the used dishes back to the kitchen. While Alphys and Sans discussed some of the details of the film with you, Undyne seemed oddly quiet. After a moment, she got up and joined Papyrus in the kitchen.

You weren't normally a nosy person, but you couldn't help feeling slightly concerned, especially when you could hear them talking. After a moment, you decided to excuse yourself from the conversation and got up to follow her.

"Why did you give her a collar?" Undyne hissed. Despite the fact that she was trying to be quiet, you could still hear her pretty clearly from just outside the kitchen.

When Papyrus seemed to remain quiet, she continued speaking. "You know this can't work out; she's a human..." Her tone grew softer and she added, "I'm just...concerned for you, okay?"

"I Am Aware," Papyrus answered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Paps... I don't want to have to take you in. If the King finds out about this..." She trailed off, not wanting to finish her thought.

He remained silent for a moment before responding again. "I Am Not Planning On Telling Him, So Unless You Are, I Do Not See The Issue." His tone was rather cold now, like he was trying to be intimidating, even though he really didn't need to be.

It was at this point you decided to actually enter the kitchen and stop being a creepy eavesdropper. Papyrus was standing stiffly next to the kitchen counter with his fists clenched by his sides, while Undyne was leaning against the table with her arms crossed, giving him an 'are you serious?' look.

Papyrus noticed you first and once he did, Undyne turned to look at you as well. She narrowed her good eye at you and made a low annoyed sound in the back of her throat.

You ignored her though and walked over to where Papyrus was standing instead. His expression softened considerably, especially once you snaked one of your arms through his and gave him a gentle smile.

"So that's how it is then."

You turned to Undyne and nodded, "Yes, it is."

She looked unimpressed and continued to study you sullenly.

Taking a deep breath, you continued, "In fact... I love him."

You could feel Papyrus stiffen slightly and while you couldn't bring yourself to look at him for fear of losing your edge, you could tell he seemed to be surprised. Undyne's eye widened and she glanced from you to Papyrus and back again. At first, she didn't seem to believe you, but as the moment stretched on, her disbelief morphed into shock.

Papyrus seemed to recover first and he wrapped his free arm around your waist, pulling you slightly closer. He hummed softly and you could almost feel the smirk he had plastered across his skull right now.

Undyne clicked her tongue and glanced away. She took a deep breath and shook her head slowly. "Well, congratulations...I mean that too," she said quietly. "I do think you two are good for each other, but I can't help but be worried. So, be safe, okay?"

You nodded and shot her a single finger gun, as your right arm was still occupied. "I try my best..."

Papyrus made a soft "tisk" sound under his breath, but wisely chose not to say anything.

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

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stainedglassthreads · 1 year

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People have talked about how Sans receives a disproportionate amount of attention in AUs and fanfics compared to other characters, and have talked at length about the flanderization of certain characters, mostly Papyrus, Chara, and Asgore. But I don’t think people talk as much about who the major characters that get dropped from AUs most are, and why. Personally I think the two characters who get dropped most from AUs are Mettaton, and Toriel.

Not to say that they just don’t exist in AUs that ‘drop’ them, but... they get downsized from ‘the final boss of an entire area in the Underground’ to ‘they exist, I guess, but let’s focus on someone else,’ or ‘they exist, I guess, but they’ve been reduced to their relationship with another character.’

One could argue that there’s a similar case to be made for Papyrus, but the fandom’s become a lot kinder with his treatment as of late. Not to mention how he remains a pretty huge driving motivator for Sans or other characters even when his actual role gets reduced, and may even get some action sequences. (One could also make a similar case for Alphys, whose genius gets shunted to the side so Sans and Gaster can shine. But often she’s still allowed SOME sort of role in those AUs, even if it’s criminal how she’s not allowed to be a genius in her own right, and how her depression isn’t... approached, the same way Sans’ is. Probably because Sans’ is mostly hinted at while Alphys’ is shown in all its messy, unromantic glory.)

Toriel and Mettaton rarely get even that, however. Most often, Toriel is either The Mom or The Wife/Girlfriend. She is defined not by her grief and trauma, but her relationships with Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Asgore, or Sans. And most often, it’s the other party’s side of the relationship that’s more important. Her power, how she was once the ‘brains behind the throne,’ it gets left by the wayside as she just becomes the ‘reasonable adult figure’ who comforts her lover or child, or panics because her baby is gone.

As a more specific, and interesting, example of how Toriel’s roles get downsized, take a look at the 11 animated XTale shorts. The first acts as an introduction to the miniseries, while the other 10 each focus on how a specific character is significant to XGaster, XFrisk, or XChara... except for Toriel’s.

III, Toriel’s short, focuses on the two-day long timeline where she was king of the Underground instead of Asgore. We learn absolutely nothing about what she did during those days, or how the other characters feel about her. XGaster just spends that short monologuing about how much he hates branching timelines. Jerry could have been made King in that timeline and absolutely nothing could have changed. Monster Kid could have been King. XGaster could’ve said ‘fuck it’ and just let his kids run around as Kings. When Toriel’s role in downsized, she’s a cardboard cutout of a reasonable authority figure or a caring lover. Little else.

Mettaton probably gets downsized because... well. He’s a much more entertaining and active character than Toriel, but it’s also even harder to come across any of his depth. You need to purchase a key from Catty and Bratty, backtrack, and then read diary entries implied to belong to him. Without that, it’s easy for Mettaton to come off as a much more shallow and selfish character than the rest of the cast, especially since, unlike Papyrus and Undyne, he has nothing resembling a hangout event. Nor are there many scenes where Mettaton, like Toriel, tries to genuinely bond with and protect Frisk. I’m sure he doesn’t hate them. It’d be cool if there were some AU out there where, instead of being a star, Mettaton decides to tag along with Frisk as a party member and explain the Underground to them. But... maybe it also leads people to believe that Mettaton isn’t a very genuine or interesting character?

When Mettaton isn’t a major character in an AU, usually he still does exist. He’s just... off being a star in some area inaccessible to the plot.

I think most people like these characters. Most people love Goatmom, and I’m sure a lot of people found Mettaton’s antics while acting to be hilarious and memorable. They just... don’t know what to do with them. Undertale’s strong point is its quirky and colorful cast, and the bonds between cast members. But due to Toriel’s exile and how little time was spent with Mettaton as a person and friend rather than an area boss, maybe people feel like those two just don’t fit with the rest of the cast? I dunno.

...I don’t have a pithy way to end this I just wanted to talk about it.

Unfortunately I don’t have many good Toriel-centric AUs(beyond the ones that exist in my head), but @nib-mettaton is a pretty fun Mettaton-centric AU.

#undertale #toriel #mettaton

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aboutanancientenquiry · 2 years

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Sacred animals and especially cats in ancient Egypt

“ Kittens for Bastet

Jennifer Cromwell and Luigi Prada

Relief of Bastet, Kom Ombo

On 20th April, either 202 or 178 BCE, an embalmer named Onnophris wrote to Machatas, an official (epistates) in the village of Tanis in the Fayum semi-oasis, concerning kittens he had donated to the cat-goddess Bastet (also known by her Greek name of Boubastis), or at least had intended to donate!

“Since some kittens were born in my house and their mother did not attend to them, I went to the temple of Bastet and asked the dancers [i.e., priests] to come and to carry them back to the temple of Bastet. After they did not arrive, but went elsewhere, it happened that the kittens, while they were being weaned by me with milk at home, were snatched by a tomcat and carried down out of the house into the street. I rushed down and called for help to those who were present and heard. Thus, we stood about and with difficulty removed one kitten, those who had joined to help including Phasis, the village scribe, to whom I gave an official testimony of all that had happened.” (Based on the translation by R. W. Daniel)

The tomcat killed some of the kittens – even though this is not explicitly stated (perhaps intentionally so, out of religious propriety regarding such an unholy happening), the loss of sacred animals is why Onnophris sounds so panicky in this petition.

Onnophris then collected the surviving kitten and took it to the temple of Bastet, handing it over to some of its priests – the same people who had neglected to collect the kittens from his house before the incident took place. To protect himself from future accusations that he acted improperly in this situation, he asked the village scribe Phasis – an eyewitness to the tomcat’s attack – to write down Onnophris’ account of events. Additionally, as an added level of protection, Onnophris also had this plea written:

“So that I am not later denounced in an unseemly way, certain persons having acted maliciously, I beg and request you that, having subscribed regarding each of these statements … [text lost].”

But why did Onnophris have to go to such lengths?

P.Köln XV 594 (c) Cologne Papyrus Collection (inv. 21358)

The reason lies in the importance that animal cults had in ancient Egypt, especially in the later phases of the country’s history, including the Ptolemaic and Roman Periods. Overall, animals could play a twofold role in Egyptian religion: some were actual divine animals, physical incarnations on earth of a deity; others, instead, were sacred only in that they were associated with a deity in a ritual fashion. The best example of a proper divine animal is the Apis bull worshipped in the ancient capital of Memphis: honoured even by Alexander the Great on the occasion of his Memphite visit, the Apis was reborn and had to be identified each generation into another bull – almost like a bovine counterpart to the Dalai Lama – and his cult thrived for centuries on end.

As for the other kind of animal cults, its premise lay in the fact that many deities of the Egyptian pantheon had animal associations. Their zoomorphic appearance, and their representation in Egyptian art as animals or as animal-headed humans, is what comes first to mind: think of the god Horus, with his falcon head, or of the aforementioned Bastet, often pictured as a cat, or a cat-headed woman. It is thus no surprise that Egyptian deities could also be worshipped by ritually dedicating animals to them. This applies both to living animals, as in the case of the kittens that Onnophris planned to present to the local temple of Bastet, but it was also true with dead (often, ritually euthanised) animals, whose mummified remains were dedicated in their thousands by pious visitors as ex-votos and buried in sometimes huge catacombs, which archaeologists are still exploring to this day.

Catacombs at Tuna el-Gebel (the necropolis of Hermopolis), where thousands of mummified ibises and baboons have been found

Once dedicated, these animals were the sacred property of the relevant deity. It is thus understandable why Onnophris sounds so worried in his petition, fearing not so much the goddess’ punishment – as the kittens were killed through no direct fault of his – but rather legal problems. Indeed, the special status of sacred animals was sanctioned in a number of Egyptian texts: legal texts from this time discuss the abuse of sacred animals and the resulting penalties, and people are warned against hurting them in wisdom texts too, compositions that contained moral instructions as to how a rightful person ought to behave. Thus, the demotic papyrus P. Ashmolean Dem. 1984.77 verso, from approximately the 2nd century CE, says:

“Do not beat any (sacred) animals with a stick, stone, or any (piece of) wood. Be careful with regard to the animals which are sacred.” (Translation by R. Jasnow)

P.Ashmolean Dem. 1984.77 (c) Ashmolean Museum, Oxford

And even Herodotus, the Greek writer who visited Egypt in the mid-5th century BCE, makes the following remark, in Histories 2.65.5:

“Whoever kills one of these creatures intentionally is punished with death; if he kills accidentally, he pays whatever penalty the priests appoint. Whoever kills an ibis or a hawk, intentionally or not, must die for it.” (translation by A. D. Godley)

Indeed, the cult of animals was one of the aspects of ancient Egyptian religion that most struck the imagination of contemporary classical writers, for better or for worse. As an egregious example of the latter, the poet Juvenal, active in the late 1st and early 2nd century CE, thus began his Fifteenth Satire:

“Who knows not (…) what monsters demented Egypt worships? One district adores the crocodile, another venerates the ibis that gorges itself with snakes. In the place where (…) ancient hundred-gated Thebes lies in ruins, men worship the glittering golden image of the long-tailed ape. In one part cats are worshipped, in another a river fish, in another whole townships venerate a dog; none adore [the goddess] Diana, but it is an impious outrage to crunch leeks and onions with the teeth. What a holy race to have such divinities springing up in their gardens! No animal that grows wool may appear upon the dinner-table (…) but it is lawful to feed on the flesh of man!” (translation by G. G. Ramsey)

Perhaps as a poetic licence, Juvenal lets his imagination – and his invective against Egyptian cults – run amuck, ridiculing Egyptian beliefs to the point of even making up accusation of vegetable-worship and cannibalism!

In the context of millennia of history of Egyptian religion, the misadventure of Onnophris and of his kittens in the small village of Tanis is perhaps a minor incident – yet, it powerfully and colourfully conveys the worries, hopes, and beliefs of a whole civilisation.

Technical Details (Greek text) Provenance: Near Tanis in the Fayum; Egypt Date: 20th April 202 or 178 BCE Language: Greek Collection: Cologne, Papyrus Collection (inv. 21358) Designation: P.Köln XV 594 (according to the Checklist of Editions) Bibliography: Robert W. Daniel (2017), “594: Petition concerning Kittens” in P.Köln XV, pp. 1–11.

Technical Details (Demotic text) Provenance: Thebes (probably), Egypt Date: Late 2nd century – early 3rd century CE Language: Demotic Collection: Ashmolean Museum, Oxford (P. Ashm. 1984.77) Designation: P. Ashmolean Dem. 1984.77 verso Bibliography: RichardJasnow, “A Demotic Wisdom Papyrus in the Ashmolean Museum (P. Ashm. 1984.77 Verso)”, in Enchoria 18 (1991), pp. 43–54, pls. 9–11.

Cat mummy case, Ptolemaic period (c) British Museum, EA25298″

https://papyrus-stories.com/2020/04/13/kittens-for-bastet/

Jennifer Cromwell is Senior Lecturer in Ancient History at Manchester Metropolitan University and member of the Manchester Centre for Youth Studies. She created and runs the blog Papyrus Papers

Luigi Prada is Assistant Professor in the Department of Archaeology and Ancient History at Uppsala University. His current project focuses on schooling and education in Ancient Egypt, with particular focus on the Ptolemaic and Roman periods. His other research interests include ancient divination (specifically, dream interpretation), bilingualism, and demotic language and literature. He participates in fieldwork in both Sudan and Egypt, where he is Assistant Director of the Oxford University Epigraphic Expedition to Elkab.

#egyptology #sacred animals #cats in ancient egypt #herodotus #jennifer cromwell #luigi prada

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phaunicier · 3 years

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Hello, me again, this is a follow up from my last question about adult beats and undyne

So Ive been thinking alot and I can only see one other alternative to the enlightenment being memorizing the song and living walking and breathing to it. I now think, thanks to what you said, that they dont predict their song, they control it, they decide and conduct their own song.

By achiving enlightenment I think they learned how to decide their own future by deciding their own song, by deciding it they dont need to remember as if they forget they'll change it up a bit to have it work.

This also explains AdultBeats's temperature control better since he is deciding what tempo his souls(since its stated his soul is the thing changing temperature, I imagibe the tempo being like vibration for a monster of sounds soul, lower tempo lower temperature and vice versa) song is playing at.

Did I get it? Also thanks for responding to my theories, it means alot

Guardian!Beats is actually going to be Muffet's successor. Muffet is the guardian of the Universe they're currently in all the while finding where they actually came from, their original world their home. Since all the Monsters of Sound doesn't actually belong in the multiverse of Undertale. So they are sort of alien, but due to their existence and settlement in the current world they're living in, Underbeats, it began to tie-in more closely with the other worlds within the Undertale Universe. Originally, the current world they're in was just a normal world, without the existence of monsters. They're that world that was connected to Undertale but the Monsters never existed, until the Flowers and the Fruits came in. So their species sort of took upon the role of Monsters.

Muffet became the guardian of this world due to her ability of foresight, it saved the world from possible casualties and also enabled Muffet to see further. Through Muffet and other members who are now sadly deceased, they were able to attain a bit more of their origin, some bits and pieces of history(This will be very important). They were also able to discover that the world they were currently living in wasn't their own. Their physical appearance are actually borrowed, so pretty much they mimicked how the originals looked like to a certain extent, enough so they can fill in the shadow roles. What Fox means by shadow roles is that they're filling in a similar role of another person. For example: Sans to Beats, Papyrus to Nico, Gaster to Maestro. By then they were sort of aware that there are people who looks like them from somewhere else. Though they would still be surprised if they did see each other though.

That being said, Muffet is the oldest living Flower among the others. Even older than the Royal family, she was one of the firsts seeds to drift into their current world. Though even with her powers, they still have extreme difficulty in tracking down their original world. It's like it's protected by a really thick barrier, but it still beckons to them, yearning for them to come home. That's why they don't stop in their search. It got postponed during the war with the humans, but then continued after they settled in the Underground.

So now let's look over why Beats being able to control their soul temperature is unusual, most plant life die in the extreme cold, and if a Monster of Sound is cold that's a bad sign. They're pretty much in critical condition at that point. Beats being able to willingly control their souls temperature into freezing is somewhat not supposed to happen. They only attained that through ascension or well as you call it enlightenment with the help of Muffet. They just really understood how their souls function. Fox isn't going to explain how, but their mask has a contribution to how Beats is able to do it. Emotions and how they Influence things are also a keyword.

The songs of their souls differ from each other since the songs are like DNA, if that makes any sense to you guys. So it's pretty unique to them. Fox did post how their souls looked like here before.

Fox made Maestro's soul as an example, also their soul core is not cracked, don't worry. It's like a raw uncut jewel. That's why it looks like that. That's the seed. Their kind came into existence due to an ancient song the World Tree has sung back in their original world. That's why the songs in their souls are so vital to them and why it's important. It connects them. If their songs are no longer sung by their souls, it's as if they have already died.

Their tempo magic is more intertwined with speed and time alteration. Specifically with timing, not going back and forward through time. It's a very assistive type of magic, and depending how one uses it, it can be used for offense. Monsters of Sounds were known to be able to control the weather, but it was more or less like they were influencing the climate or weather to change. That's not the same case with Beats, it's really not to the extent that Beats has, where their own soul temperature changes and it affects their surroundings instead. It's not like Grillby either, Grillby's exterior is hot, but not their soul. Their soul remains in a safe temperature like how it should be with their species, the jelly-like encasing makes sure that the soul is safe.

Hopefully this helped you the little bit! A few notes:

Monster of Sound was what the humans decided to call them, they're actually Flowers and Fruits.

Beats is addressed as they/them/their. They are genderless still.

Muffet is ultra old, and is lonely. She just wants people to talk to. Please come by and visit her. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH.

Fox likes hearing everyone's thoughts and theories with Underbeats. To Fox's dismay, even if Fox wants to paint some visual aids for you guys. Fox is unable. Fox really wants to though.

#Underbeats lore #Underbeats #Beats!Sans #Monster of Sound #Soul Core

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popatochisssp · 4 years

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This one’s a long one, sorry for all the backstory!

Potential tw for those who need it: body horror, loss of function, referenced violence and death

Horrorswap

A Fallen Human’s rampage has left the Underground in shambles. The monarchs and all of the collected souls are gone, many monsters are dust, the Royal Scientist has vanished, and the food supply is running out.

Alphys, the Captain of the Royal Guard, ascends to the throne. In spite of her grief over loved ones lost, she takes her new mantle with grim stoicism and makes a plan for the hope and safety of all monsterkind. They only need one more human to fall and then... she’ll take their soul and absorb it to cross the Barrier, the plan Queen Toriel had wanted to follow all along, but had been too afraid to; afraid of leaving her people without a leader in case she never came back.

Being left without a leader again is no longer the worst potential outcome for monsterkind and Alphys is willing to take the risk.

The waiting for that one last catalyst-human is...hard. On everybody, but especially the new Queen, thrust under so much responsibility with such high stakes, after so much loss.

Sans, one of the only best friends she has left, does his best to talk to her and to get her to open up instead of internalizing her feelings, but she’s in no way ready to talk and when he keeps pushing...

Well.

Even a little angry shove with Intent can do damage to a monster. Only half an HP in this case, but when the monster only has 1 HP to begin with, it’s still nothing to sneeze at.

Alphys is horrified, no matter that Sans is ready and willing to brush it off--his fault for pushing, he understands it was an accident, he’s usually a much quicker dodge--and however brief, the Incident just makes her shut down even more.

It also sets the stage for Sans to return home with half his HP gone to horrify his brother in equal measure.

Papyrus hadn’t liked the talk of killing humans when Toriel was alive Queen, but now it’s worse and everything else is getting worse by the day, sometimes by the hour. The Fallen Human betrayed them, Undyne is just gone, everyone is starting to go hungry, and now his brother’s at risk too?

Papyrus is scared and he’s not used to the feeling. He never thought about Sans’ 1HP before; he never had to. Sans was always just his tough and energetic big brother, and in their peaceful world it had never even occurred to him that something could... happen.

He can’t lose Sans too... Sans, expectedly, gives Papyrus the same ‘IT’S FINE’ speech he gave Alphys, to similarly dubious effect, but his pep talks just aren’t in top form these days--he’s got a lot on his mind too. In this plan of the Queen’s, for the Next Human, he’ll be the one with the responsibility of escorting them straight to the Capital to meet her axe. His sentry station is the first out of the Ruins, no one in the Underground can travel quicker than he can...and he was the Judge who let the Fallen Human pass, he didn’t stop them when he could have, it’s only right that this responsibility now should fall on him no matter how guilty the thought of leading a probably innocent human to their death makes him feel. Eventually, the Next Human falls. Sans does his duty and escorts them to the Capital, promising them a way out… And in the split second before Alphys pulls them into their final Encounter, after they realize the friendly skeleton has betrayed them, they swing on him.

Sans dodges it, just as he promised Alphys he could, and as he promised Papyrus he would...

But it’s close, and it digs the thorn of doubt just a little bit deeper. Alphys kills the human and absorbs their soul, subduing it beneath her will to save what’s left of her people. She crosses through the Barrier to retrieve more souls, promising to return in a few weeks, a month at most. If she’s not back by then...

.........

In the meantime…Sans stews.

He’s in charge while Alphys is gone. Another human could fall. They could fall at any time and it would be on him to...well he wouldn’t want to kill them but he’d surely have to contain them somehow, so they didn’t wreak the same kind of destruction that the Fallen Human did… And now, with everyone’s doubts in his head, layered on top of his own...

What if he can’t?

What if he needs...help?

Sans used to be a scientist, back in the day. He knows where the Royal Labs kept their DT, extracted but never used--deemed too dangerous to experiment with, even on monsters who were already Fallen Down.

It’s unfortunate that Undyne of Underswap never ran the DT experiments, because if she had, Sans might’ve used an even lower dose of the raw Determination he injected himself with in his anxiety-driven attempt to become stronger.

And Sans does get stronger. His HP increases significantly above the single-digit it’s been his whole life... but it’s... not without its drawbacks.

He doesn’t go home for several long days until he can get it all under control, and by then, Papyrus is suspicious, all too aware that Sans seems different somehow, more...muted and serious, intentionally calm... He doesn’t understand it, and he definitely doesn’t like it, but figures it’s stress getting to him or something… They’re all stressed these days, food growing scarcer and scarcer as they wait for the Queen to come back or not.

Papyrus doesn’t really understand what’s happened until another human falls, before Alphys has returned.

Sans sees the human too, and he’s frozen with indecision of what to do. He’s stuck between his pacifist code and the need to at least act, for the good of all monsterkind...! And right there, right in front of Papyrus, Sans starts to melt.

Papyrus, naturally, freaks out, launching himself into his first panic attack in literal years--and why wouldn’t he? This is obviously his brother dying, the last person he had to hold onto in all of this and Sans is dying, in a horrible, awful, messy way that he didn’t even know monsters could die, and…

Papyrus isn’t proud of it, but he runs away.

Beaten down by weeks and weeks of hunger, of worrying about his brother, of grieving for Undyne, of thinking about all the undeserving and probably innocent humans that were being hunted down and killed up on the Surface just to get them out, his body and soul are at their limit.

Papyrus Falls Down. By the time Sans, not as dead as previously suspected, finds his brother, Papyrus is already unconscious, his condition looking bad—already starting to disintegrate to dust—and there’s only one option that remains.

As much as Sans fears being wrong again; condemning his brother to his own semi-solid existence…

It’s Papyrus.

And he’d rather Papyrus be alive than not, so he gives Papyrus a dose of DT, too.

This time, it works.

Papyrus stops dusting and only remains comatose for another day before coming to and having a horrendously upsetting heart-to-heart with Sans, just a little too late to do either of them any good.

The hapless human who triggered the whole scene wanders straight through the Underground, all the way to the Barrier without ever encountering another monster—the survivors of the last human they remember too weak and afraid to even think of confronting the new one.

They arrive just in time to see Alphys’ only mildly overdue return through the now shattered Barrier…and quite naturally, panic and flee up to the Surface, never to be seen again.

Monsters are free.

Alphys turns herself in for the humans she killed as a gesture of goodwill and ensures that the rest of monsterkind can live peacefully amongst humans once and for all.

And everyone else just has to learn how to keep going with the scars of the experience.

Horrorswap Sans (Merc)

The DT injection destabilized his form, tied directly to his emotional state: relatively pleasant or middling emotions can make him drip a bit, while strong or negative ones can reduce him to a puddle making disturbing attempts to form limbs. He can still maintain structural stability, but only by staying in tight control of his emotions as much as possible

He’s researching ways to properly blend the DT into his magic to stop having to worry about melting at inconvenient moments, or at least to give himself control over when and how he liquidizes. It’s…a slow-going process…

Absolutely blames himself for his brother’s near-death experience and partial dusting (and the consequences therein), and for what he did to himself. If he’d just waited a few more days, if he hadn’t gotten so caught up in fears about the future and self-doubt, then… Well. It was senseless and there’s no changing it now, that’s what kills him the most

There’s a rift between him and his brother now and it’s jarring from how close they used to be. He doesn’t like it that he can’t get Papyrus to talk to him anymore, or spend time with him just…hanging out… but he figures it’s probably no less than what he deserves, for his own stupid hubris…

He gets into yoga at some point so he can still train his body in a lower stress way, and runs a small home cake-decorating business out of his kitchen, and between that and a deep, abiding love of all the science-fiction media there is on the Surface to engage with, he’s actually mostly hopeful about the future

Horrorswap Papyrus (Ell)

Not unscarred by his brush with Falling, low-energy and missing his legs above the knee, both turned to dust before he could properly stabilize. Wheelchair-bound and not too happy about it, but nowhere near ready to even have a discussion about prosthetics just yet

Definitely struggling with the loss, and the rest of the trauma of everything else that happened Underground, and doing himself a pretty huge disservice by figuring he should just ‘get over it.’ Grappling with a lot of bitterness and frustration over it all and trying to either blow it off or ignore it

Absolutely blames himself for his brother’s instability and the loss of his own legs—if he hadn’t psyched Sans out, if he hadn’t immediately freaked out and jumped to conclusions like an idiot when he saw… Well. It was senseless and there’s no changing it now, that’s what kills him the most

He hates the rift between him and his brother now too, they used to talk openly about whatever, they could just be brothers... but then The Human and the secrets and the lies… He wants to fix it all somehow but it’s so raw and he just doesn’t know what to say—he can’t read his brothers face like he used to anymore, and half the time it feels like he’s living with a stone-faced stranger…

He’s teaching himself some programming languages in his spare time around the house, thinking he might try to freelance someday. Still into writing and fiction, but his tastes have taken a turn for the darker fare, and horror/ghost stories are becoming a great outlet for him—he spends a lot of time with creepypastas from reddit playing in the background while he tries to figure out why his stupid code won’t work

#undertale #sans #papyrus #horrorswap #hs!sans #hs!papyrus #headcanons

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missholoska · 3 years

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before 2020 officially ends in every timezone, have some cool ghosties 👻

(For anyone unfamiliar with my Swap content, see the character sheets for Papyrus & Sans, Undyne & Alphys, Asgore & Toriel, Chara & Asriel, and more about Underswap MH here!)

I’ll put my rambles under the cut as usual, but I wanna recap one detail I’ve talked about before: I chose 'Happstablook' for Swap MH Mettaton's in-universe name because it isn't canonically his deadname, but it is the only name within canon for his ghost form. I specifically do not want to characterise him as being unhappy remaining a ghost, hence it's a name he chose for himself rather than a deadname he never changed from, and his physical appearance changed over time to a form he's happier with.

as for Napstabot, it's incredibly common to see people misgender Napstablook in both the original game and AUs, so please remember that NSB uses they/them pronouns only!

anyway, ramble time:

I talked more about NSB’s box form (affectionately known as Napstabox) in this post, but the main things I want to note from that are 1) They hover by default but can switch to a wheeled mode, as another design reversal of UT Mettaton, and 2) Their square-shaped headphones accidentally became a terrible fashion trend across the Underground after the normal headphones were already built into their TRU form, and they are Very Upset about being off-brand.

Much like a few of my nicknames for the Swap MH cast, calling NSB's EX form 'TRU' wasn't intended to be the permanent name but it just kind of stuck somehow. 'NSB' is pronounced as each individual letter, while 'TRU' is pronounced like the word 'true'.

I’m aware of alternative names for Mettaton’s ghost form such as Mett/ablook or Mettacrit, but the former doubles as an unfortunate ship name and the latter I’ve only really seen used in AUs which do not swap personalities, and I didn’t want to step on any toes by using it. Personally I’m attached to calling him Happstablook by now but I’m aware the name can be uncomfortable for some in the fandom, so feel free to just call him Glamour in that case!

My knowledge of music terminology and genres is absolute garbage, but I imagine Napstabot is fond of electronic music, particularly chiptune and electro swing. Most of their songs are instrumental, as although they can sing, they usually prefer not to. In post-pacifist they start featuring various guest singers for their new songs and albums. still debating whether or not I’m self-indulgent enough to make it canon that Neptune sings a couple of their songs.

I love the headcanon that the UT ghosts can hear narrator Chara (based on how UT Napstablook directly replies to the check description about them), so both NSB and Glamour can hear Frisk's narration and comments to Charity.

Speaking of ghostliness - despite the spooky ghost branding, monsters still don't actually know that NSB is a ghost in a robot body and think it's just their aesthetic.

I'm still planning on giving NSB a Mettaton NEO-like form for the non-canon geno route, my ideas for it are just slow-going :D;; I can at least say I've decided on naming that form 'Napstabot SUPERNOVA', because a supernova being a dying star fits too perfectly to pass up ahah

Frisk & Monster Kid’s character sheet will be coming within the month and that is a promise, I am so ready to be done with making these big time-consuming references :’D

#underswap #underswap mh #napstablook #napstabot #mettaton #happstablook #undertale #undertale art #holoskart #it's already nearly 3am in my timezone but most of this was drawn in 2020 and I don't even have a 2021 watermark ready yet so. It Counts #nsb tru's design is one of my favourite things about swap mh but god are they complicated to draw. napstabox is even worse #I'm glad this one's done I'll say that much ahah #also tumblr made the info boxes all crusty on the dashboard @_@ please view those images in another tab to read them better!!#nsb (swap mh napstablook)#glamour (swap mh mettaton)

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jamestrmtx · 3 years

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 1 of 3 | His POV)

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Alternate Chapter Title: Oh, Sugar Honey Iced Tea!

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"You're the one they're dating, aren't you?" Jerry asks, obstructing the line. A few potential customers leave when they notice what's going on, not bothering to become involved in the mess. "How's that gonna even work, though? They're only into real men as far as I know. You're just bones and magic."

"This really ain't the place for us to be talkin' about this, pal," Sans replies, looking behind Jerry. "Just lemme do my job. We can talk about this after I clock out."

"Don't you have a lunch break? Let's talk by then."

"'Fraid I've already got plans for lunch."

"Does it involve them?"

"Maybe." The monster shoos him out of the hot dog stand, continuing to serve those in wait. "Dunno why you're still so hung up over this, though. Why don't ya move on?"

"That's easier to say than do." Again, Jerry obstructs the line, ignoring those who tell him to buzz off. He suspends himself over the cart and grabs Sans by the collar, pulling him off the ground until he's to his eye level. He narrows his eyes and tightens his grip on the monster's shirt, yet the latter remains calm. "How far have you gone with them? You're betraying our friendship."

Sans uses magic to break free from Jerry's hold. Then, he shrugs, hands slipping into his pockets. "Let's end it, then. Rather have that than let you keep on questionin' me over weird stuff, and then make me lose customers 'cuz ya keep on blockin' the line."

"Wouldn't have happened if you'd just tell me what's going on."

"I would," Sans comments, taking a water bottle and handing it to one of his clients. "But realistically speakin': What's it to ya? From what I've noticed so far, they've moved on from you, pal."

"But I haven't."

Chuckling, Sans takes a break from the conversation to look up at the sky, grey clouds blocking the sun and the heat. There are people around with their umbrellas already at hand. Those who don't have any rush to find someplace with a roof. "I'm gonna say this nicely, so hear me out." He emerges out of the hot dog stand and starts closing things up, not only due to the worsening weather, but it being barely ten minutes away from his lunch break. If Jerry was still at it, he needed that extra time to get him off his back. "I don't want any trouble, so stop tryna stir some. You had your chance, Jerry. Now it's none of your business who your ex chooses to date, and even less how far they've gone with that person."

"It should be if Frisk will be in the picture."

"Then take responsibility and look after them. You're worryin' too much about this."

"You don't know what I've been through."

"Maybe not, but I can at least tell you to try. Didn't you do the same when I was talkin' about hitting things off with (Y/N)?"

"That was a mistake." He scoffs, glaring at the monster. "Don't rub it in."

Sans finishes closing up right as the first few drops fall. A strong wind blows, wet earth and hot concrete wafting through the air. When he walks off -- Jerry now left behind -- Sans soon stops, hearing him mutter out a 'wait'. Then, he turns around, facing up at the human man, anger present in his posture, stiff and awkward. "Just... Just tell me if you're serious about them or not."

Though it pours, Sans is unable to move. He stays still and considers Jerry's words, thinking back on the night at the hotel and yesterday evening.

Sure, he found them attractive -- attentive and dedicated when it came to their role as a parent, too.

But why exactly did he want to be with them?

Despite his social circle, he mostly thrived alone, and taking up big responsibilities wasn't his thing, in truth. It often tired him out to so much as consider having a serious relationship with someone, and he couldn't even maintain his current friendships or the day-to-day life with his brother. He sounds a lot like the same man he's judging with those last lines, yet it doesn't feel right; that same sensation increases the more he considers his feelings and the situation overall. Living with his brother brought upon an inevitably energetic lifestyle. His personality was far different from Papyrus's, and -- on some occasions -- he didn't exactly feel his best self knowing those differences were still present between him and most of the people he knew.

So why was he getting himself into something as complex as a romantic relationship?

Was he only curious about how it all felt, having heard others around him talk about love and intimacy ever since he could remember?

If that was the case, then it really wasn't okay for him to keep fooling around with them.

And judging by how stern and persistent Frisk was when it came to defending their primary care parent, they wouldn't be, either.

"You just think they're attractive, and that's about it. Right? They're only eye candy to you, I'm sure." Jerry comments, Sans's time having run out. "Betting you ten bucks you'll ditch them the second you get bored of them."

He doesn't hold back his tongue, replying with, "Talkin' from experience?"

With the rain now pouring too hard for either of them to continue, Jerry settles by glaring at the skeleton before giving his back to him. "You dodged my question," he remarks, snickering. "Let's have a talk when you've actually got an answer, and maybe then you can go ahead and judge me all you want, bro." Silence arrives, broken with, "In the end, you're just as bad as me."

Sans stays quiet, analyzing the bit of truth in Jerry's words.

Before Frisk freed his kind, how many times didn't he simply stand by the sidelines, watching as fallen human after fallen human got hurt, sought, and wounded -- until their passing?

He didn't hurt anybody, but then he also didn't help anybody either. Things had gone in a similar way with Frisk; he'd only watched over them every so often, fulfilling Toriel's promise of not hurting any human, but half-heartedly -- seeing as he'd never bothered to help them much, either.

What guaranteed he wouldn't do the same thing here at the Surface, and even more with a human crush he was only recently getting to know?

"Sans, you're soaked!"

Speaking of them, Sans sets those thoughts aside and looks up to see an umbrella covering him up. (Y/N) stands under it and close to him, brushing shoulders as they escort him off to drier land. Their touch sends electricity down his body, yet he forces himself to ignore it, a flash of guilt overcoming those wants. He accompanies them under a bus stop, its roof providing partial cover from the rain. They keep the umbrella straight even as they rummage through their belongings, looking intent to take out something from there. "Hold on a second," they say, retrieving a pink and polka-dotted handkerchief from one of their bag's tiny side pockets. "It's… not really much, but it's better than staying all wet."

Sans nods, still too lost in his thoughts to respond properly. He takes off his jacket and grabs the piece of cloth, quirking an eye socket when he sees the human move their gaze elsewhere. "...Your shirt's a bit thin," they comment, as if reading his mind. If it embarrassed them, it was hard to tell with their voice, too quiet for him to catch onto any change in tone. "Should we find somewhere else to stay? The sky just keeps getting worse."

Almost seeming to set those priorities straight, the weather responds to their comment by lashing out more rain, stronger than before. A car drives past, sending a torrent of water at his and everybody else's direction, holding little regards to speed, puddles, and those nearby. He reacts by instinct, casting a quick shield to prevent everyone around from getting wet. As he steps back, his shoulder brushes with theirs again and he's forced to suppress another shudder. His soul and body both long for their presence; his brief time with them at the hotel has now become a faint yet pleasant memory he wanted to keep and cherish whenever possible. "Let's go," he replies. Then, he reaches out for the umbrella without looking.

He grabs their hand instead -- by accident, that is.

To his surprise, they don't pull back, and he follows their gaze to see them looking up at the sky. "...It's getting worse," he hears them say, a hint of sadness showing up on their tone, words muttered. "Let's go to my place." Their comment is pure survival instinct more than anything suggestive. He sees their chest rise and fall at quicker intervals, hinting at panic. "I need to go get Frisk if the weather keeps up like this."

Their voice breaks and their hand stays with his. Briefly, he wonders why they're scared over the bad weather, that being something mostly he was known for.

"Aren't they with Toriel today?" Sans asks, trying to lighten up the mood. "The kid's safe if you're worried about 'em."

(Y/N) remains quiet, observing the rain before saying, "I… I lost them in a storm like this one the last time they ran away." They huff, not in annoyance, but in fright -- based on the shudder their body makes. They press themselves closer to him, the height difference making their arm brush with his shoulder. Their head rests against the top of his, tilted over to the side. "I'm worried they'll do it again with what… happened yesterday."

He slips his free hand back into his pocket, still too awkward to pull his hand away from the umbrella. "Do ya really think they'll do somethin' like that again?" It's an unforeseen question, one he feels imprudent over asking. Even so, there's no turning back now, and he can only try to soften up his words better. "They looked pretty sorry for doin' that twice."

"Still…" They press closer to him, holding his waist. Judging by how careful their touch is and how little their expression shifts from their sorrow, he shakes off the possibility of this being one of their attempts at paying back at him for his flirting. "I'm worried." Their hand slips away, leaving the ghost of their warmth on his bones. "We should get going. You're still soaked." They smile, continuing with, "Thank you, by the way. It was a lot better having you pick us up, rather than taking the bus at seven."

Finally capable, Sans pulls his hand back and follows them out of the bus stop, finding additional coverage under the roofs of nearby buildings. "No problem," he says, looking up at them. Only the human and himself can be seen walking; the rest of the people around either make a run for it, or take cover inside shops and offices. "That's what we're all here for, pal."

They smile; all the uncertainty from before seems to have never existed with how bright their expression is. Then, they nod and bump their hip against his. "I mean it," they say, lips tugging upwards. "I, well… I still feel weird over our date, but in a good way, though."

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He arrives at their home an hour after.

The weather's still at it, though compared to previous times, there's no thunder to worry about yet. All sorts of leaves litter the grass and the roads around, the strength of the wind being responsible for it. A few car alarms go off as debris falls over them, leaving their owners to try bringing control over the situation.

When he makes it with them to the front door, they open it up in no time at all and bundle him up with a towel as soon as they step inside.

"You should shower and change, just in case," they say, slipping off their shoes. They set the pair aside next to the welcome mat, and he figures he should do the same, too. "I'm not sure if monsters can get sick this way, but you should head over to the bathroom while I look for some clothes."

It's only when they turn to him that the situation finally gets to him. Captivated by their words, he looks up at them with a grin, that alone resulting to be enough for them to freeze and stay still, like a deer in the middle of a road. "Taking this dating thing seriously, huh?" he asks, stepping closer to their side. They don't take a step back, nor do they glare, looking as lost as humans often did when they fell Underground. "I'm flattered."

When they do show their anger, it conflicts with a frown and watery eyes -- far different from their usual self. Even when they'd become frustrated confronting Alphys and Undyne about their lives underground, they hadn't shown sorrow like this one. It's distant and concerning enough for him to want to back away from his frequent teasing.

(Y/N) takes a step forward, the clicking of their shoes now gone. Then, they lower their gaze and their frown quivers as they try not to let their tears fall. "I…" They hold on to his shoulder, bringing him closer as they do the same. Their eyes narrow and their unknown conflict shows through the wrinkles on their forehead and the subtle pout of their mouth. With how close they are, it wouldn't take much for their lips to brush with his teeth.

Just as he feels their arm around his waist, they pull back, looking elsewhere as they backtrack on their steps. "...I need to ask you something," they say, still facing away. All of a sudden, their conflict dissipates and anger returns to their posture. They cross their arms, finding strength again. "Can... Can you stay over so we can talk?"

Sans nods, keeping his cool. He tries not to think back too much on how close they just were or how they'd brushed off their sadness like it was nothing, yet it's hard to do. His soul pounds as he holds them back with a 'wait', refraining from physical contact. "You doin' alright, (Y/N)?" he asks, holding back a breath. "We can still talk about yesterday, if you wanna. Maybe we can't go anywhere with the weather right now, but I can make us that dinner I promised you last time."

Their lips form a firm line as they consider his offer.

Seconds later, a smile shows on their face. They then look down at their phone, checking the time. "Sounds good." They grin, a stifled laugh following it. "Now go change, Sans. We can't keep this up if you get sick!"

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ilikefandom · 4 years

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Hello Hello

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Backstory and other things

Pairing: Ahkmenrah x Fem reader

Warning: Death - non-explicit

Life at the British museum was not nearly as exciting as life in New York. Ahkmenrah was getting used to hiding, alone, in a corner, on the internet. Amunnebkettoti and Bentres had attempted to trap him back into the entitled manchild he had been before he fell in love with (Y/n).

Being a pharaoh, or even a prince allowed Ahk to have whatever he wanted. He had riches, he had women, he had everything he wanted, except for love.

That is until he went to the market to exhibit his power over some helpless peasants. At least, that was his intention when he saw a young woman drawing water from a well. With the entitlement that surged into his mind, he dismounted from his horse and began to walk over to the girl, making up his mind to take her back home as a concubine.

As he approached, he could hear the humming coming from her mouth. She picked up her two buckets of water and made her way to a small house near the river.

Ahkmenrah, shocked with being ignored, made his way to the hut, anger coursing through his veins. How dare she, how dare she ignore her future king, her god!

As he marched beside the hut, he saw her. (Y/n) was sitting with a collection of children. His eyes widened as the young woman cared for them, giving them drinks of water from one of the buckets. She had ignored him for a reason, she was caring for children. Ahkmenrah’s mouth ran dry as he felt his heart bloom for this beautiful young woman.

When he came back to the palace that night, he went straight to his room, resolving that, if he wanted to win this girl’s heart, he should be kinder to those underneath him.

The next time a servant did something for him, he thanked them, surprising the young boy, who automatically ran off. Over the next week, he found that the more kindness he spread, the more he received.

The next time that he visited the well, he wore clothes he borrowed from another servant. He approached her meekly and spoke with the tone he had been practicing. “Hello, my name is Akh, I was,” he cleared his throat, “you’re very beautiful.”

The maiden looked at her feet and smiled, embarrassment heating the back of her neck. “Thank you.” She said, her voice quiet and her tone light, “I’m (Y/n).”

Over the course of the next few months Ahkmenrah snuck out of the palace at night, dressed in peasant’s clothes, to visit (Y/n). He learned that the children he saw with her the first time he met her were her siblings, she had 10 of them, three sisters and seven brothers, and that her father was a scribe in the temple of Sobek, which was why they lived so close to the water.

Despite having two wives of his own, Ahk was falling in love with (Y/n) and her gentle ways. She was always so kind and honest with him. His heart felt so full and he was willing to ask her to join him in the palace, however, he didn’t know if (Y/n) felt the same.

Ahkmenrah told her about his parents and brother, omitting the fact he was a prince, he told her about his wives and how vain they were. He sat with her in the moonlight and spilled his guts about how he felt trapped inside of somebody he was not, he sat with her under the stars, near the Nile until Ra began to exit the Duat. As the sun rose, he picked a lotus flower from the water and handed it to her. “For the prettiest flower of them all.”

He fled from the river and from the warm feeling as the fog lifted from the river. He ran until he got back to the palace and slumped onto his bed, his brain buzzing, his body heavy, and his heart full.

When Ahkmenrah woke he made his way to the main room sliding into a chair beside his father who gave him a disapproving look. Ahk caught sight of the long line of people to oversee, his heart fell. He took a deep breath and his father called forward the first person.

With the proceedings going nicely, Merenkahre decided to let both Ahkmenrah and Kahmunrah take turns over them.

After about an hour, Ahkmenrah caught a glimpse of somebody familiar. ‘Oh-no,’ he’d thought as (Y/n) stepped closer to the pedestal. ‘I didn’t tell her I was a prince’

When she reached the steps, (Y/n) knelt and pulled a roll of papyrus from a bag she carried. She held it out and caught sight of Ahk, her mouth falling open as she dropped the reed paper.

(Y/n) took a few deep breaths before she handed him the scroll, her hands trembling. He accepted it and unrolled the papyrus. She appeared as if she had been crying.

Inside was a detailed plea for help. The Nile had risen so high that three of the nile god temples had been washed away, Taweret, Nepthys and Sobeck, along with dozens of homes, many people had drowned.

Ahk’s eyes widened, he didn’t realize the difficulties that (Y/n)’s family faced. He moved his eyes further down the page, he caught the glimpse of several names, including the names of three of her siblings and her father, all of her sisters drowned.

When he tried to meet her eyes again, (Y/n)’s were lowered and he could sense her grief and betrayal. After telling her that the kingdom would copile resources to rebuild the homes and temples and dismissed her, he fled the court room. He only took the minimal time to take off his bejeweled necklace before fleeing down to the river.

He caught up with (Y/n) as she arrived at the remains of the well where they first met. As she met up with him she made a move to bow.

Ahk caught her hand and raised her to his equal. “Don’t bother, please.” He whispered, holding her hands gently and looking in her eyes. “I love you. I love you so much, I just wanted to protect you.”

(Y/n) looked back at the man who made her heart blossom like the lotus that he gave her earlier. “I… I love you too.” (Y/n) stuttered out turning her hands over and holding his gently.

It took two more years for Ahk to gain (Y/n)’s trust and for them to go public about their relationship. It also took time for (Y/n) to heal over the loss of her siblings and father.

When she finally moved into the palace, the final step in their marriage, (Y/n) had learned the ins and outs of the palace and royal life.

Being the third and only love wife of Ahkmenrah was hard, full of disapproving parents and jealous sister wives, but it was also freeing. All of her brothers and her mother became workers in the palace, solidifying the bond between Ahkmenrah and (Y/n).

All of their love culminated in Akh, the son that they wanted so badly.

Akh never got to see him and he and his mother did not live long under Kahmunrah’s rule.

Alone in the British museum, Ahk sighed a breath, he would see them again, and then, an idea popped into his mind. He ran from his cover, he had to find Tilly.

When (Y/n) moved into the museum her exhibit was busy, as expected for the sarcophagus that was supposed to hold her husband. In New York, she never came to life, (Y/n) only lay in the gold box like the corpse she was, unable to think about anything.

It wasn’t until one night, when she heard the clicking of hooves of a horse, that consciousness reemerged in her mind.

Akh started to cry, out of fear or hunger or … (Y/n) felt a warm liquid trickle down her leg, he had to use the bathroom. Ever the gentle mother, (Y/n) had only just realized that the tablet must be in the museum.

She sat up, hitting her head on the lid of her sarcophagus in the process, and attempting to remove the lid. She hit the case a few times with her fist before the lid was opened. As the light hit her eyes, and she unwound her bandages, she saw a group of people surrounding her.

A large smile split her face as her husband pulled her and her son up from the sarcophagus. She was safe in his arms once more.

Athour’s note: Hey my fellow fans. Hope this second instalment to the Ahkmenrah piece is to your satisfaction. Criticism and requests are always welcome. This was actually a request, my first request. Thanks guys!!! If you want to be tagged please let me know.

Tags: @ajenbyqueer2020 @decaffeinatedwerewolftraveler

#ahkmnerah #ahkmenrah x reader #natm #pharoah #fandom #fanfic #someone help #happy ending #ahkmenrah x you

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hahanoiwont · 3 years

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1. What are Frisk’s thoughts about storyshift sans and Papyrus? Would Frisk try to stay in the ruins with Papyrus? 2. Would Frisk get along with Cross sans? 3. Out of all the sanses, who would be Frisk’s favorite? 4. Do you think Red would find a way for Frisk to stop aging and live forever?

!!! hi :D these are some great questions! I am happy to answer :) under the cut so as not to interrupt anyone's dash

1. What are Frisk’s thoughts about storyshift sans and Papyrus? Would Frisk try to stay in the ruins with Papyrus? For background: Storyshift is the AU where a bunch of people shift over one way or another--Chara and Asriel live in Snowdin, Sans is king of the Underground while Papyrus lives in the Ruins, etc. etc. It and its counterpart Altertale (Papyrus and Asgore swap, Sans and Toriel swap, Gaster and Asriel swap, and everything else remains the same) are both really interesting concepts to me, and I strongly considered putting Altertale in Whither Then (with my own,, changes in some areas. much like how my Underswap is not exactly canon Underswap). As far as how WT!Frisk would feel meeting them...

I think Frisk would be sorely tempted to stay in the Ruins. They miss having a home with UF!Papyrus and Sans, and if there’s a Papyrus who wants them to stay with him and no Sans who might go crazy and try to kill them one day, it would be a dream come true, especially later in the series when they are less averse to staying in one place. But, something really important about UT Toriel that would be even more relevant to SS Papyrus is that they’re both lonely. Like, super lonely. Assuming Storyshift follows a mostly-canon timeline, Papyrus and Sans aren’t speaking, everyone in the Ruins is too intimidated to talk to Papyrus, and all of the fallen children leave and are killed by Sans. In the end, it would be much like Red’s insistence that meeting UF!Asgore is suicide--Frisk would understand his concerns, dismiss them, and leave. They wouldn’t be able to stay with Papyrus when they know they can alleviate his fear and reunite him with his friends and his brother by breaking the Barrier. And since Papyrus is generally more forgiving than Toriel, that reunion would have a much better chance of working out...at least until Sans appears to kill them.

As for Sans, I think Frisk would just feel sad for him. Their insistence has long been that he’s a good person who just gets pushed into a corner and can’t see a way to not kill people, and for storyshift Sans this is especially true. I think they would try to be very gentle with him.

2. Would Frisk get along with Cross Sans? We are reaching the end of my AU knowledge...I believe Cross was once a swap Sans who got reset all to hell by his Gaster? I know he’s a royal guard(?) and he was at some point possessed by Chara, which they would have in common. As far as their personalities, Cross Sans is loyal, friendly, and kinda noble, which I think Frisk would find a little strange in a Sans but ultimately appreciate. As people who both got kinda screwed over by the multiverse mess, I think they could be buds. Maybe in that AU where Frisk is buds with Nightmare & co?

3. Out of any Sans, who would be Frisk’s favorite? Depends...are we talking anyone in WT canon, or if Frisk were to meet every single AU Sans, which would they like best? In WT canon, Frisk’s favorite tends to be whoever they’ve spent the most time with, with the notable exception of Shy Sans. They loved Red a lot, and he probably maintains ‘favorite’ status even in Underswap (though at the end of Underswap, Blue is threatening to usurp him and probably would have if they’d stayed there longer); then their feelings towards Red complicate as they begin to process his betrayal and they get closer to Shy as he teaches them. They stay with Shy for a long time, relatively speaking; several months compared to their 2ish in Underswap, but less than they spent in Underfell (11 months, give or take). But it’s still safe to say Shy was their favorite and they would have stayed with him if they believed that they could.

Sfrisks is not in the running.

Then there’s Swapfell, where Frisk spends a long time. First 6 weeks are not particularly endearing for Black, since he’s first trying to kill them and then trying to stay out of the way so they can befriend Slim. I haven’t written it down anywhere, but they spend around 8 months with Black and Slim--they’re actually well on their way to 14 years old when they leave Swapfell, but they don’t know exactly how much time has passed, so it’s hard for them to tell. It’s not like they can consult a doctor. In any case, Black is the Sans they actually almost stay with, and he understands them on a “we come from terrible universes but would like to be harmless actually” level. I don’t know if that makes him their favorite, but they want him back very badly.

I’d say it’s mostly a matter of who Frisk thinks they have the greatest chance of actually being able to get to, ultimately--as well as what Frisk needs in the moment. When they want reassurance, they want Blue. When they want a friend or just somebody who knows what they’re doing, they want Shy. When they want to be understood, they want Black. When they want to feel safe from the world and secure and loved, they still paradoxically reach for Red. Does that make any of them Frisk's "favorite"...? I'm not sure.

4. Do you think Red would find a way for Frisk to stop aging and live forever? Don't underestimate crazy. I think the question is more, "What would it cost?" and "Would Frisk agree to it?"

:3 these were some fun questions and great opportunities to think things through...thank you for sending them! Whither Then thoughts are always welcome in my inbox :)

#bluerose2017 #whither then fic #i love answering questions like these #it was a really hard choice whether or not to include altertale #in the end i had enough aus already #and i decided the premise was slightly more complex than i prefer #(generally i try to keep to universes that can be explained in a sentence or less for the uninitiated)#but stories that put the bros in the monarch positions are really interesting to me #the tragedy of toriel and asgore is already very complex and has a lot to explore #and then make it....brothers........#i am a sucker for good sibling content. this is my fate.

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eevee-haze · 3 years

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Aight so It's... not news to literally anyone that I like Ink sans a lot as a concept, and his birthday is today, so I figured what better way to celebrate his birthday than to make a brand new AU (or at least post the info for it)! Or I guess three since I'm working on Swap and Fell variants for it as well.

One of my main questions about the Underground was "how do they handle seismic activity" which was how this AU started forming. It's probably not at all scientifically accurate in the least, but oh well. I call it Rifttale. Cause the earthquakes cause literal rifts in the mountain lmao. I'll put the rest under a read more since this'll get long.

The idea of Rifttale is that Mt Ebott is located on a fault line, and all the hollowing out the monsters had to do made the mountain extremely unstable, and that problem only increased the more the underground's population grew. It's pretty dangerous underground in Rifttale what with the constant threat of cave in due to poor structural integrity and the fact that they don't really have much to work with to make their homes and businesses quake resistant. A fair portion of houses get rubble rained down on them and something always needs fixing.

All four sections of the underground remain, but the layout and placement are different. (And probably larger scale) For example, Snowdin is located near the top of the mountain since snow from the peak falls in through the cracks left in the roof of the cavern, and Hotland is at the very bottom of the mountain, where lava has surged up from the seismic activity. Both Waterfall and New Home are around the mid section, but are separated by a thick wall of rubble that followed a quake that happened maybe days before Frisk fell.

Sans

The man of many jobs adds two more responsibilities to the list rather begrudgingly in this AU. As one of the only Monsters capable of gravity manipulation and teleportation in Snowdin, he and his brother are tasked with being emergency responders in case of an earthquake as well as assisting with any initial construction steps in order to make bridges across newly formed gaps. Sans often gets called to other regions for his services too, but he really doesn't appreciate it.

Frankly he's convinced the mountain's going to crush them before they get the final soul they need, which is part of why he agrees to keep Frisk safe so easily. He doubts anything will change about their predicament with or without them. A No-Mercy route in Rifttale would see him saying things like "Couldn't have waited for the mountain to get us?" Or "I think I would have preferred a cave-in."

Something Rift!Sans doesn't really tell people is that he's blind in his right eye. When he and Papyrus were little, he shielded Papyrus from falling rocks during a quake, and one of them got him good just above his right eye. Most of the injury healed but it left a nasty crack in his socket which prevented him from actually being able to see. He can light the socket, and does so strangers don't needlessly worry about him, but it can't light up all the way like his left does.

Papyrus

Ah yes the sunshine boy. Personality wise he's not that different in this AU. He still wants to be in the guard and he's still confident and friendly, but sometimes he gets a little subdued and worried about Sans since Rift!Sans is much more obvious about his emotional/mental struggles. Another notable part is that he's being kept out of the guard mostly because he's more useful in the emergency unit. He's strong and capable enough to be a guard, but he's too soft, so they gave him a job that was helpful while playing to his strengths.... though like a silly he doesn't see the admirers he has and still hopes to become a guardsman one day.

Frisk & Chara

These two are interesting in this AU. Chara was around 13-14 when they died and spent years underground with the Dreemurrs before their death. They have a strong distaste for their own kind for several reasons, among which being the way they were treated (that led them to run away in the first place) and the fact that they forced such nice creatures into what is essentially a death trap.

They're a bit of a gremlin, but they're certainly not all bad like they consider themself to be.

Frisk on the other hand is a quiet child of roughly nine years. Adventurous and curious, but also blind. They hadn't seen the hole when they were exploring and ended up falling down. They rely on Chara to lead them around the more treacherous parts of the underground since they can't see it. (Chara is able to touch Frisk and tends to tug them by the wrist when guiding them.) Chara starts off really unhappy about guiding them, and depending on the route will even refuse to do so, not that it matters in a No-Mercy route. That's because in the No-Mercy route the Player is more of an active component. Frisk physically can't fight back on their own, and Chara would never help them do so. Essentially the Player is just an entity used by us creators to manipulate Frisk into a No-Mercy route since it wouldn't happen otherwise.

Asriel & Flowey

Personality wise the two really aren't all that different. Asriel is the slightest bit more skittish thanks to his timid nature and the uncertainty that comes with the constant tremors, and Flowey is the slightest bit more bearable. He still doesn't have much in the way of emotions, but it's pretty obvious their situation is bleak without him making it worse (As such, while he has tried No-Mercy in the past, most of his runs were seeing what effects smaller changes had. The volatile environment made it interesting regardless).

Though he's notably far more annoyed about losing his save and reload powers in Rifttale because he'd been in the middle of trying something when Frisk fell.

On the more technical side, Flowey doesn't tend to get around much when there aren't bridges over the chasms. While he can cross them himself, its a pain if they're too awfully wide. This means that the severe quakes tended to impede him a lot.

Toriel & Asgore

As a result of the meddling Flowey was doing, Toriel reclaimed her place as Queen and has been talking things over with her husband about everything that happened. Stuck in the ruins she hadn't gotten the news that Asgore amended his statement later on to say that they would only take the souls of humans that fell if they were hostile or after they died of natural causes. None of the children who fell were killed by monsters. (Many died in partial cave-ins or from falling into lava or the like, though so a quick death from a monster likely would have been preferable.)

Toriel still thinks that going out and just collecting the remaining souls they need would be faster, but Asgore argued a few points on that such as doing so likely angering the humans and giving them a further negative bias as well as the fact that whoever went to get the souls may well die like their children did.

They're still working things out but it's better than how it was before.

Toriel still spends a lot of her time in the ruins, but now its more out of a sense of duty since most of the children fell into the ruins first. She actually guides Frisk up until they meet Sans where she passes escorting them to him since he is more capable of ensuring their safety, and she needs to hurry ahead to make preparations for their stay and inform Asgore.

Alphys

Predictably not much different personality wise. She's actually one of the safer monsters since she never leaves her lab and it's reinforced to withstand rockfalls to some degree, not to mention the basement level with the true lab in it (though its hot as heck down there cause of the magma nearby.) Her primary goal is more geared toward keeping the underground as stable as possible so that they can hopefully last until they get the last soul. That's not to say the amalgamates don't exist, they do, but she's at least been looking busy as sort of an excuse why she hasn't answered back any of the letters. No time for mail when she's trying to save people, after all.

Undyne

Captain of the Royal guard, still. The guard does still exist, it's just less numerous and has more focus on recruiting strong members. After all they exist in case a hostile human arrives instead. So naturally Undyne is even more of a badass than normal, and she's ready in the event of a No-Mercy run. Even in a pacifist playthrough she's a bit wary of Frisk, notably not wanting to leave Alphys alone with them in case they were hiding their true intentions. This means she's the one who ends up escorting the human through the first little bit of Hotland after Waterfall, whereupon Mettaton would take over.

Mettaton

Considering a Human-killing robot was no longer needed, he was created with maneuverability in mind. The idea was that he could help others when needed, much like the emergency rescue portion of the guard, but Mettaton much preferred to focus on his career of course. He’s part of the reason Sans keeps being called to help out in other regions which gets him a healthy amount of resentment from the older skeleton.

Gaster

No major story involvement, but he does have plot importance. Gaster was the Skelebro’s father, and while he made them artificially, he did care about them a lot. Not much about him still remains and very few remember any details about him since he was quite a reclusive skeleton. He was close friends with the Riverperson however, so that’s who ended up essentially raising the two skeletons after Gaster fell into the Core. They provided for them despite being gone a lot.

Misc. Details

Children that stayed for an extended period were often called the “New Hope” a term coined when Chara first became a part of the Dreemurr family

Not all children opted to stay with the royal family, hence their belongings being stored in different regions

There were hostile humans that fell as well, but most met their fate in the lava and their souls were burnt up before they could be retrieved.

Frisk had fairly negligent parents. They weren’t outright abusive, but they really didn’t pay much attention to them.

Portions of the Waterfall part of the Underground have large nets bridging the gaps to catch the garbage that falls down that way nothing gets wasted falling into the chasms.

The Delta Rune on Sans’s coat is a reflective sticker. They told him he needed to wear something reflective for visibility’s sake and because he wasn’t willing to mess up his jacket, nor go without it, he cheated the system.

Papyrus wears a battle body just like normal, but he hot-glued some of the reflective material from human clothing that ended up falling down onto it so that he could both look cool and follow rules

Despite being a very neat and cleanly skeleton, Papyrus often ends up dirty as a consequence of his job. Because of that he takes care to meticulously clean both himself and the house before they go to bed.

#undertale #undertale au #reference #new au i guess #rifttale #utmv #happy birthday inky ily #abuse implied #with chara's bg that is #neglect mention #it's a lot of minor changes but i love this au okay

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Foreign Languages (standalone)

Summary: Rus always thought he was a pretty likable guy. Everyone in Underswap always thought so. So why was it Edge hated him so much?

Tags: Spicyhoney, Enemies to Lovers,Getting Together, Misunderstandings

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~~*~~

Rus took the wet dish from his brother’s hand and dried it carefully, making sure to get any damp places that would leave spots when they dried. On the counter in front of him were stacks of already dried plates sitting next to the glasses and Rus added the current one to join its brethren. Because despite what some people might think, and say, loudly and frequently, Rus could and did actually help out with the housework.

Okay, it was possible he played up the laziness whenever some people were here, come on, it was funny. That was the joke! And sure, he got some chuckles out of it, but in the end, the fact remained. He helped, thanks, he did have jobs, he put money towards the bills, and he wasn’t some lazy, good-for-nothing jackass sponging off his brother’s goodwill, he wasn’t—

“You can quit brooding about it now,” Blue told him. Rus looked down at him. The sink was at his bro’s level and unless Rus wanted to sit on the floor while he washed, they usually went with Rus at the drying end of the line. Blue rinsed another plate and handed it up. “They’re gone and they won’t be back for another week.”

“they may be physically gone, but i swear, their presence lingers like a rancid fart in an elevator,” Rus grumbled. He rubbed away the droplets of water with more energy than was probably necessary, but it was probably better the plates took the bulk of his irritation than where he really wanted to shove it. “the Fell brothers seemed to bring their version of trouble with them wherever they go.”

“What I don’t understand is why you let him get to you,” Blue sighed. He scrubbed at the casserole dish, attacking the dried-on bits and ugh, gross, there was another reason to be grateful he was tall. “I’m aware you two simply don’t get along, but you’re usually so much better than that! How can you ignore every other Monster in the Underground, all with a smile on your face, except him?”

Rus sighed, sagging against the counter. “bro, i dunno. he’s worse than the mating call of piece of styrofoam.”

That was a kind way of putting it as far as Rus was concerned. His undersized clone from murderworld was flat-out fucking obnoxious. Rus could handle insults, hell, when he was doing standup, Rus could handle any heckler from the stage with the finest level of panache. But somehow, that guy managed to find his very last nerve and pounced on it with the kind of accuracy that Robin Hood would envy.

Ignoring that shit was seriously above and beyond the call of duty. The only other option would be going out whenever they were over, but fuck that. This was his house, thanks, and Rus wasn’t getting chased out of it by some overblown copy of himself that needed heels to look him in the eye sockets.

Blue rinsed off a handful of silverware and handed it over. “Things are different in Underfell you know that.”

The forks jangled as Rus tossed them roughly on the counter, “so what, that gives him blanket permission to be an asshole?”

“No,” Blue pulled the plug and wiped his hands on his apron, “but it also doesn’t mean you have to rise to the bait every time.”

“why are you only bitching at me and not him?” Rus whined. Honestly, it was so unfair. Just because he was taller didn’t mean he always had to be the bigger skeleton. He tossed the rest of the mostly dried silverware in with the forks and flopped down to the floor, wrapping his arms around his bro from behind and hauling him in for a hug. Blue snuggled in obediently, but that wasn’t enough to save Rus from the scolding.

“Because he isn't my brother,” Blue said firmly. “You are. And if you're waiting on Red to reel him in, I'd suggest not holding your breath.” That was the fucking truth, Red never joined in on the fun, but he tended to sit back and watch the show with a smirk on his face. That was the Underfell brothers, wasn’t it, the asshole and the whole ass, and they shared the titles between them. “Now, promise me that you won't let him get to you this weekend.”

Rus grumbled under his breath.

"What was that?”

"I promise," he sighed. He really did hate letting his bro down. He let Blue go and sank back on his heels while he tried very hard not to sulk, because that only made his bro unhappy and didn’t solve a thing.

This wasn’t the first time Blue begged him to tone it down for a while, but fuck, it was like that asshole was deliberately needling him, seriously, he was begging for an insult. The real problem wasn’t that he couldn’t control himself, but the simple fact that Edge wasn’t gonna make it easy for him.

This past movie night was a case in point. Nothing but jibes, back and forth, from the second Edge walked through the door ‘till the moment he set those high heels of his back into the snow.

“Tell me, how many piles of filthy clothing did you need to wade through before you found that sweatshirt?”

“only two, edgelord, wanted to make a good impression. and how many emos did you have to kill to put together that outfit, good on you for getting all the dust out.”

“My apologies, I suppose having clothing that wasn’t scrounged from a vomit-inducing dumpster is offending your sensibilities. I’ll be sure to wade through some filth before our next visit.”

“shouldn’t be too hard in underfell, all you have to do is take a stroll outside.”

“Do you think so, I wasn’t sure you knew what a stroll was, considering that the couch cushions are sunken in your shape.”

And that was just what Rus remembered from the top of his head. If he could give Edge grudging credit for anything, it was that he was quick with a comeback. Too quick, and constant to boot. By the end of the night, Rus was seething and Blue was exhausted from playing monkey in the middle, trying feebly to keep the peace.

If Edge had ever pointed any of that shit on Blue’s direction, this wouldn’t even be an issue. Rus would’ve shoved their pointy asses back into the portal so fast, the void would be spinning. Whatever problem Edge had with him, though, it didn’t extend to Blue. They were chummy as hell, thick as thieves, whatever other fucking metaphor the undernet could spit out.

Seriously, though, if he’d been even the tiniest bit as rude to his bro, this whole movie night thing would’ve been dumpstered a long time ago.

Only he wasn’t. And he wasn’t to Papyrus either, or Sans, or any other fucking person he’d seen Edge interact with. Doc Jekyll was perfectly kind and polite to anyone else and only pulled a Monsieur Hyde whenever Rus was close by.

Seemed like Edge saved all his vitriol for him. Lucky lucky him.

Well, this movie night was gonna be different. This time Rus wasn’t letting that asshole get to him and that was final.

~~*~~

If Rus knew that ignoring Edge was going to be this amazing, he would have tried it months ago.

It started from the first moment they walked in the house, like it always did. Edge barely kicked off his boots when he called out, “Have you been wearing that same shirt all week, Swapshit? Are you experimenting on whether it’s actually possible to wear something to rags?”

“Guess so,” Rus said absently. He didn’t elaborate on it, didn’t ask whether Edge shook all the dust out of his ensemble before coming. He only stayed where he was, slumped on the sofa while Blue began the entire convoluted ritual of bringing out popcorn and drinks, chattering about what movies they were planning on watching today and what was for dinner.

Usually Edge would step in and help, but Rus’s lack of reply seemed to have thrown him for a loop. He wavered for a moment then rallied with, “Perhaps you let your brother wash it this week after all, since I doubt you’ve laid a hand on a washing machine in months.”

Rus only shrugged vaguely, and the look that flitted across Edge’s face, a weirdly twisted configuration of confusion, was some sweet shit.

He tried a couple more, adding to the clothes and lazy insults with a coupla digs about his intellect for seasoning and this time Rus didn’t even bother with the shrug. He was a tree in the wind, bending beneath the gales, and laughing it the fuck up on the inside. Now this was entertainment.

Sans seemed to have caught on to the deal and he only settled next to a scowling Red on one of the sofas, watching as Edge stood alone in the middle of their living room, fumbling for another insult for Rus to ignore.

Blue and Papyrus were always tall and smol balls of trying to get along, and when Blue gave him a look, Rus only looked back innocently. Hey, he was following his promise to the letter, not letting Edge get to him. If Edge was gonna get worked up into a froth about it, hey, wasn’t his fault.

Blue still looked like he wanted to give him a kick in the shin, but didn’t seem like he came up with a good excuse for it. He settled for accidentally/deliberately treading on Rus’s foot even as he said, brightly, “Here we go, popcorn and drinks!”

“thanks, bro,” Rus took his bowl and immediately started crunching the salty, buttery goodness.

That seemed to be the ammo Edge was looking for and he latched on quickly, snapping out, “Always have to be first in line, don’t you. Consider leaving some for the rest of us.”

Rus had to resist the urge to scoff, that wasn’t even a good one, boo, all the judges give ones, even the Russians.

“Here you are, Edge, popcorn,” Blue said with almost desperate cheer, thrusting a bowl at him.

That seemed to be enough to call for an intermission. Edge took his bowl of popcorn without so much as a thank you and went to sit between Sans and Red. The movie was an old one they’d all seen before and Rus snuck a couple discreet glances Edge’s way. He was glowering at the screen as if that laser gaze of his might kill all the actors and spare them this nonsense. Every once in a while, Edge sullenly ate a single kernel of popcorn and holy shit, this was the funniest thing Rus had ever seen, and if he laughed out loud now, he’d never get to see the end of the show.

He managed to jerk his eye lights back to the tv and kept the glances to a minimum, the better to savor it, hell, yes. Sipped on the Edgelord’s annoyance like the fine vinegary wine that it was.

Halfway through the movie, Blue paused it and picked up the half-full popcorn bowl, holding it up to ask cheerily, “Does anyone need a drink or refill?”

“I’ll take a glass,” Edge announced. Instead of waiting for Blue to bring it, he stalked over, arms crossed over his chest as he stood waiting, glowered at absolutely nothing.

That got some looks. Edge never drank soda, he always stuck with water. Hell, he’d sneered about the soda before, what was that one, something about Rus drinking so much soda that if he dared eat a Mento, he’d probably explode.

“Oh, uh, of course!” Blue recovered admirably. He poured out a cup and handed it up to Edge. Who took it with possibly the fakest looking fumble Rus ever saw, but there wasn’t time to even wonder what the fuck because the soda was less in the glass and more dumped directly on his head.

Stunned, Rus looked up at Edge through the sticky liquid dripping into his sockets.

“Oops,” he said, blandly. His eye lights were bright, a smirk curving up the side of his mouth. “My mistake.”

“you—” Rus bit off what he was going to say hard enough that his teeth clicked together painfully. He’d fucking promised, and he was keeping his promise, no cheap pleather knockoff clone was going to stop him. He stood up, slowly, and for one long moment he faced Edge. Without his boots on, Edge was inches shorter than him, staring up defiantly, daring Rus to say something, anything. Then Rus turned away and stalked towards the kitchen.

“Papy,” Blue called anxiously as he went through the door. Rus ignored it and went right to the drawer with the towels, wiping off as much of the sticky wetness as he could, ugh.

The door swung open behind him and Rus turned enough to catch a glimpse of black and crimson, too tall to be Red.

Rus wasn’t the fighter that Edge was, but he did have two things in his side. First, the element of surprise and second, he was pretty sure Edge wouldn’t actually hurt him. Blue probably wouldn’t be very happy about having to shake Rus out of the rugs.

That anger he’d kept banked all night under his sense of humor surged and Rus reached out and took hold of Edge’s soul with his magic, turned it blue with a cheery ting and shoving him back against the cupboards. Edge didn’t even struggle or try to fight back and somehow that was even more irritating, what the fuck was wrong with this guy?

Seemed like there was only one person to ask. Rus stalked over to Edge and stood in front of him, his soda-soaked sweatshirt clinging uncomfortably as he snarled out, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Edge had no right to look as furious as he did. “Me?” he spat, “What the fuck are you trying to pull?”

“i’m trying to end all this bullshit!” Rus snapped. His anger wasn’t sustainable, hell, Rus never liked being angry, and it drained away, leaving behind exhaustion. No one else ever got treated to the weekly roast, why the hell was Edge so damned focused on him. He didn’t know and couldn’t even care, let his magic recede so that Edge came down in a controlled slide, his feet back on the floor.

Only, Rus didn’t expect the way Edge’s expression changed along with it, from cold fury to…to…it almost looked like yearning, what the fuck--

“Finally,” Edge breathed, and Rus only stared dumbly as Edge stepped in close and kissed him.

Rus’d been kissed plenty of times before by other, fleshier Monsters and wasn’t that always a learning curve. Somehow this was even worse, mostly because he was cycling through various levels of shock, hands flailing as if he were trying to fly away from this whole awful night.

A skeletal mouth was something different, hard, sharp teeth pressed almost painfully to his own. Rus was pretty sure he only opened his mouth to ask Edge what the fuck he was doing, but the moment his teeth parted, he had an extra tongue inside, long and clever, curling around his own, and for one brief, baffling moment Rus found himself leaning into it. The mouth against his own knew what it was doing, tongue dipping inside, teeth nibbling teasingly, riding the tantalizing line of pain and pleasure.

It was the slightest prickle of those sharp teeth that reminded him of who exactly he was kissing, and Rus jerked away, stumbling back and covering his mouth with a humiliatingly shaky hand. “what the…why would you…what the fuck?!”

Looking to Edge for answers only got Rus more questions. He looked bewildered more than anything, maybe even a little hurt. He reached out, his hands settling on Rus’s shoulders. “But, you said—"

“let go!” Rus tried to lurch away from those grasping hands.

Edge did immediately and Rus scrambled away from him, not looking back as he fled out the kitchen door. The others were still on the sofas, but Red was sitting next to Blue now, of course he fucking was, probably kept his bro out here to let Edge chase after him for whatever the fuck that was.

His shoes were laying jumbled together by the front door and Rus stuffed his feet into them, ignoring the way his boney feet protested the rough treatment.

“Where are you going?” Blue called, distressed.

“someplace to get my dick sucked,” Rus snarled, ignoring the way his bro sputtered at his crudeness. He slammed the door shut behind him hard enough to shake clumps of snow loose from the gutters, the Gyftmas lights swaying as Rus started off towards Muffet’s, already reaching for a cigarette.

~~*~~

Hours later, Rus was still sitting at the bar, alone. Aside from a scattering of greetings when he’d come inside, everyone took one good look at him and let him be. The place was mostly empty by now, only a few regulars clinging on, most of them sitting alone, too, or may as well be, cause this wasn’t the hour for laughter and chatting. This was the time for drinking, and everyone here was getting to the task, tout suite.

Muffet was behind the bar, endlessly wiping the glasses. Aside from refilling his glass, she’d left him alone and that suited Rus’s mood just fine. He was engaging in a particularly useful coping mechanism known as ‘trying not to think about it’ and after three honey whiskeys, he was doing a pretty good job.

Behind him, Rus heard the door open, didn’t think much of it. Until the footsteps headed his way and the stool next to him got a new occupant. Red didn’t look at him, only gestured to Muffet and soon he had a drink of his own, something vile and sour, Rus would sure, to match his shitty personality.

Red looked down at his drink, tipping the glass this way and that in his hands. “i dunno what the fuck you’re trying to pull,” Red said, coolly, “but flaunting it when you’re fucking other people is over the line.”

“who i fuck is none of your business.” Rus drained his glass and held it out silently for Muffet to refill. He hadn’t actually intended to find someone to spend the night with, but the idea was getting more tempting by the second with someone trying to stuff up his ass what he should or shouldn’t do.

The entire bar winced as sharp fingertips scraped across glass, dark liquid slopping out over Red’s hand as his grip tightened. Red finally looked at him and his eye lights were burning like coals in his sockets. “it is when you’ve been leading my brother on for months!”

Rus choked on the mouthful of whiskey he’d taken, coughing it back out. “whoa, back that shit up, what?”

The heat of that glare didn’t drop a single digit, Red glowering as he snarled, “i’ve been keeping back. if you two want to play the long game, it’s no skin off my bones, but you’re playing a little too rough!”

Okay, maybe he’d had enough to drink for now. Rus set the glass carefully on the bar top and glanced at Muffet. Who was only polishing a glass and giving a great impression of someone who wasn’t hanging on to their every word. A quick glance around the rest of the bar got him a lot of matching nonchalant expressions and wasn’t that wonderful. Rus always loved being the best gossip on any given night. “red, i have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

That fiery anger dimmed, morphing into the same bewilderment he’d seen in Edge. “but…come on, you’ve been insulting him for months.”

“So?” Rus said, defensively. “he’s been insulting me!”

“yeah, exactly!” When Rus only stared at him in confusion, Red looked even more agitated, shoving his drink away. “you’ve been getting in each other’s faces, arguing and…” He slowed and trailed off, leaning to peer disturbingly close into Rus’s face, his sockets narrowed. “you really got no idea what i’m talking about, do you.”

“no fucking clue,” His whiskey-clouded thoughts were slow to catch up, but when they did, it was like a slap across the face, sharp and stunning. “you think I’ve been flirting with him??”

Red threw up his hands, “yeah!”

Rus could only shake his head, torn between being amused and appalled. Amusement was currently in the lead, of course Underfell would do things with a weird, assholish tilt. “red, we don’t flirt like that here. ask anyone.”

Red turned to look around the bar where everyone immediately found something better to look at. But every one of them was sitting peacefully, sipping a drink and munching on pretzels.

It made Rus remember the time Red dragged him to Grillby’s in Underfell, where a fight seemed to start every two minutes, attacks constantly flying and Rus was so nervous, he barely finished a single drink. Red seemed unperturbed the whole time, slugging the shots back, business as usual for him. The next time he invited Rus out, Rus decided he had about a hundred other ways he’d rather die than sipping cheap booze in the murder café.

Red was starting to get the picture, too, in high-definition. He looked honestly upset which was probably the most real emotion he’d ever seen in Red, his sharp phalanges clattering against his skull as he scraped a hand over it, muttering out, “ah, fuck.”

“that pretty much sums it up,” Rus agreed. He took another swig of his drink, may as well not waste it, chuckling to himself, “fuck. you both thought i was flirting…and he was flirting…back.”

Oh.

That…was actually not funny. At all. If Edge thought he was flirting by insulting him and he’d been giving it right back hard, going all out until Rus had been in a goddamn rage and—

It turned everything he knew about Edge on its head, meant he hadn’t been an asshole, the exact opposite, actually, he…he’d been…

Yeah. Fuck seemed like a pretty good summation.

Processing all that through his whisky-soaked head wasn’t going so well. Rus sank down, resting his head on his folded arms and staring blurrily at the bottles lining the shelves behind the bar.

Next to him, Red shifted uncomfortably, slowly turning the glass in his hands. “look, i’ll talk to my bro about this,” Red said haltingly.

Rus nodded distractedly. “yeah, okay. that…that’d be good.” Suddenly the bar seemed too hot, claustrophobically so. “i need to go.” He dug a G out of his pocket and left in on the counter, ignoring the way the other patrons gasped in shock. To hell with them, he wasn’t about to let Red start using his tab.

He stumbled out the door, the cold stinging against his hot cheek bones. Wandered in the direction of their house and kept going, until snow faded to slush and dripping water. He was in Waterfall in the middle of the night, echo flowers everywhere ready to repeat his woes to the next person passing through.

Yeah, how about no.

Rus sidestepped into a shortcut and his head might not be on straight, but he could find that secret bench blindfolded and backwards. One of the quietest places Underground, only the soothing rush of water around him. Nice and quiet, too quiet, nothing to distract him from the tangle of his thoughts and Rus flopped down on the bench while his mind started picking at it.

Edge had given back every insult Rus had ever given him, in spades. Which run through an Underfell filter made it sound like Edge had been an adoring suitor, gah, Rus wasn’t even sure there was a name for what knowing that made him feel. A wild blender-drink of emotion turned into a smoothie of confusion.

But that was almost business as usual. He’d always been confused and maybe a little hurt by Edge’s attitude. Why was he so friendly with his brother and so cold to him? Sometimes after movie nights he’d be lying awake in bed, wondering what the fuck he’d done to make Edge hate him so much.

Only to find out now that Edge didn’t hate him. At all. Maybe even the opposite of that.

All that whiskey was settling into his magic sourly and Rus rolled to lay on his side, breathing through a wave of nausea. His thoughts seemed trapped in a circular haze, repeating over and over, worse than the most persistent echo flower, and finally, he fell asleep staring at the lapping water.

When he woke, the amount of artificial light trying to pry its way into his closed sockets told him it was morning. Rus groaned and slung an arm over his sockets, but before he could drift back off came a prickling sense of awareness.

Someone was close by.

Cautiously, Rus lifted his arm and squinted out into the day to see Edge standing in front of him. At least he thought it was Edge, Rus wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Edge in jeans and a plain t-shirt, and his boots were simple with a low heel. None of the elaborate wardrobe he usually showed up in. With a sickening jolt, Rus realized that every time Edge came over, he’d been dressing up to see him. How did that make his typical hoodie and track pants seem, was the insult of not dressing up part of the flirting? Who the fuck knew.

The clothes weren’t the only thing different about him. Gone was the arrogant Captain who marched into their house on movie nights. This skeleton’s hands were tucked into his pockets, his expression bleak, like there was a deciding battle lost and now he was trying to deal with the aftermath.

“hnng,” Rus managed, groaning as he sat up. He cleared his throat, trying to work a little moisture into his mouth as he mumbled, “um. hey.”

Edge looked past Rus at the stony wall behind him with determined focus and said stiffly, “I’ve been made aware that there has been a misunderstanding.”

“yeah, a little.” Only a fucking lot.

He nodded tiredly, “My apologies. I won’t trouble you any longer.” Edge started to turn away and that was abruptly the last thing Rus wanted.

“wait!” Rus blurted. He reached out weakly and wasn’t even sure why, but somehow seeing Edge, arrogant, asshole Edge, looking so downcast, so damned broken, it…it hurt, worse than the hangover throbbing in his skull.

He remembered Edge coming over a few weeks ago to work on cooking with his bro. So patient and understanding with Blue, who could be a little overzealous at times, okay, maybe even a lot and Edge was never anything but kind to him, as kind as he’d been vicious with Rus and if he could swap that around, change it, flip it on its head and why not, they were in Underswap.

Edge hesitated, some unnamed emotion flickering across his face, and Rus added, coaxingly, “please? sit down, okay? can we talk while we’re both on the same page?”

He looked like he was considering making a break for Underfell, even glanced in the direction of the path. But finally, he sighed heavily and sat on the opposite side of the bench, spine held so rigidly he looked like he might shatter with a single touch.

They sat there with the sound of falling water around them, Rus struggling with what to say, fuck, he didn’t even know how he felt. His head ached and Edge looked so damned sad, and he’d seen those smiles of his before, usually directed at Blue or Papyrus, but still, he knew they were in there somewhere.

Maybe…maybe Rus could find one?

“look,” Rus ran a hand over his skull, fingers clattering against the smooth bone. “um, we’ve been flirting your way for months. maybe we can try my way for a change.”

Edge jerked, his head turning Rus’s way and his sockets wide. Guess that wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. Haltingly, he said, “I’m not sure how but…I am willing to try.”

He sounded so damned hopeful. Rus’s soul twisted in his ribcage. He took a deep breath and reached over to take Edge’s hand in his, twining their fingers together. Edge’s phalanges were soothingly warm, slim and scarred.

“let’s start with this,” Rus said softly. The fingers around his own tightened cautiously, a thumb tracing down into Rus’s palm, making him shiver.

“This is nice,” Edge admitted. And there, there it was. He smiled, little more than a faint curve upward at the corners of his mouth that sent an unexpected flutter through Rus’s soul.

“yeah, it is,” Rus hesitated. Welp, in for a G, in for a bundle, “can i…?”

“Yes,” Edge said immediately. Probably didn’t even know what he was agreeing to and Rus smiled a little himself, helplessly.

They’d already had a first kiss, couldn’t get that back. Rus was hoping a second would be just as memorable, for a different reason.

He leaned in, carefully brushing his mouth over Edge’s. The teeth beneath his own parted in invitation and Rus took it, tongues gliding lightly together as Edge moaned shakily, his free hand coming up to clutch at the back of Rus’s neck, and yeah, okay. He could work with this.

One kiss became two, three, each one a little more desperate than the last and holy shit, he’d been cockteasing for months and hadn’t even known it. Or maybe some part of him had known, and Rus hated it for not cluing him in sooner because he wanted more of this, wanted to sink into Edge’s kisses, lose himself in this desperate eagerness, the urgent little noises that Edge was starting to utter.

Only, that would probably be a bad idea right out of the gate and Rus regretfully pulled away, shelved the temptation.

And almost snatched it right back up because Edge was unfairly enticing, teeth parted as he panted and a bright flush of crimson tinting his cheek bones.

Rus licked his teeth, watched as Edge’s eye lights followed that little movement. “i think, um. maybe we could go on a date. together.”

“If you can drag your lazy ass out of bed.” Slipped out, and Rus saw Edge wince, fumbling for a way to take it back. But hey, this was a language Rus thought he could learn. Maybe if they kept this up, they could both learn a thing or three.

“i can get moving when i’m properly motivated,” Rus smirked. “real question is can you get the stick out of your ass long enough to enjoy it.” Edge’s eye lights flared, nearly filling his sockets and by the Unnamed Angel, Rus must’ve been blind not to see that for what it was. Excitement, delight, eagerness, and shit, good or bad, this was going to be something, wasn’t it.

‘Enjoy it,’ Came from the solo echo flower sitting nearby, its ghostly voice encouraging.

Yeah, okay, Rus decided, cupping Edge’s face in his hands as he leaned in for another kiss. That seemed like a good enough place to start.

-fin-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #Underfell Sans #underswap sans #standalone

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morethanithoughtofficialblog · 4 years

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Chapter 14: Isn’t that punderful?

In which puns and feelings hit you like a brick.

*Your POV*

Something that still surprises me is the simplicity that the Underground people had in their daily lives. It was like living in a small town, where everyone knew everybody. Kids would go walking from their home to school and return safely, never fearing to be attacked by anyone. Because they knew them perfectly, and they knew them as well.

I've been learning that recently, hearing Asgore's stories. And thanks to all those generations and all those hidden memories, we could finally create one of the projects I was more eager to make: the Underground history book.

I must say that I had a lot of support on this project by a lot of people, either monsters or humans. Gaster provided me his scientific researches, Alphys and (surprisingly) Sans did as well. The three of them had an important role in the lab, but Gaster was the main Royal Scientist. Still, they all contributed with some information, making me understand the concept of souls and magic better.

Toriel got to meet and protect the eight humans that fell into the Underground, and that was really useful to establish how The Barrier was broken and why it was needed to be that way.

And well, every civilian helped me to know a general idea of how the Underground was: awful but full of hopeful people.

The most interesting part, or should I say person, it's Gerson: monster-turtle that has been living for a ton of years, and that was an important warrior in the war. He was alive before Asgore was even born! And so I spent some good hours talking to him...

"What... what was the name of your King when the war happened?"

"Reynor. Reynor Dreemurr, the great-grandfather of Fluffybuns"

"Fluffybuns?"

"Oh, hahaha! I mean Asgore, it's just a silly nickname I gave him! Don't mind this old man, hahaha!"

I smiled remembering that talk we had, being full of charm and comedy (from Gerson's part, of course. I'm no good at jokes). Monsters normally have the same age structure as humans do (years have 365 days usually, they turn one year older after that specific amount of days, etc.). That means that one human year is equal to one monster year: there's no difference at all.

And just like turtles, Gerson has lived a lot of years. According to his exceptional memory (that surprises me a lot, mine being not able to remember what I ate yesterday), the war happened three hundred and twenty-one years ago, and it ended three hundred and nineteen years ago. He was just a young warrior when that happened, he being in his mid-twenties (just as I am right now, yay! ...I need to concentrate).

Reyson Dreemurr lived a ton of years as well and married at a very old age. That explains mostly why there hasn't been a lot of Dreemurr generations after the war. The interesting fact, though, is that the eight human children fell into the Underground during Asgore's commandment, none of them before him.

"Those eight buckos, including the Prince Chara, fell into the Underground probably because the legends were starting to fade, young lady"

"So you are insinuating that people took the story as a joke, especially the kids?"

"Yep, like a bedtime story... just like us, isn't that right? Hahaha!"

Gerson was right: monsters were almost recently taken as fantastic creatures, as myths, and nonexistent. In all honesty, I considered them that as well. But if I was living in Ebott City since I was a kid, maybe it would have been different.

...

Maybe.

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I was on the Prince Chara's place... and no, I don't mean in his current place, but to actually have Toriel and Asgore as parents and have a goat brother. I wonder how it could have been to go to school with the young monsters I know, or if I would ever babysit Papyrus and help him with homework. It...

It sounds like a good life, honestly.

Way better than mine, at least.

But I realize that, even if that would have happened, life wouldn't be full of roses and glitter (that idea doesn't sound appetizing either). And I know it's rude to talk like this, but Sans's case is a pure proof of what I'm trying to imply. But maybe there was something in his life that made him different...

After all, he has PTSD.

God, I sound like a jerk.

I mean, I have PTSD as well, so... there's no difference between his case and mine. The only important thing is that his painful past happened in the Underground, the "simple town" I was describing so cheerily five seconds ago. My painful past happened in the Surface, the place all of them cherished for years.

So even if we can go on and live in Perfection Land, our lives will never be perfect. Mine, for example, was shitty and uninteresting before they came. And I only have a general perspective of their lives, but I don't know them deeply...

And we return to why monsters are so similar to us: because they have a story behind that smile. And not all people will know that story. And that includes me.

Depression is an easy topic to talk about if you find a person with the same thing. However, the reasons behind it it's the difficult part since that's what actually shows your vulnerability. So yeah, when you already have it diagnosed it's easy to tell others "Hey, I have depression!", but to tell them why or when it started it's technically telling them your story.

And when you can't tell your story and neither can cry about it, then what's the matter in feeling like not saying it? Just scream that you have depression and, well, the rest will come later...

You: Hi Sans!

Sans: hello kid

Sans: how ya been?

You: Good good, how are you feeling?

Sans: eh, i guess i'm fine

Sans: not that i'm depressed or anything

Heh.

There's no difference between his case and mine.

You: Yeah, I know how it feels

Sans: to be depressed all the time?

You: Sans

You: I'm even depressed right now

Sans: huh

Sans: then u need someone raisin your spirits often?

And he just sent an image of a raisin.

Great.

You: Sans, you are awful

Sans: hey, whaddya mean?

Sans: i put my heart in it

You: Well

You: Thanks to you, I have no raisin to continue living

You: You jerk

Sans: oh my god, i'm sorry

Sans: i never meant to make your pain more...

Sans: unpearable

You: Nah, don't sweat it

You: My life was already a peach of shit

I laughed way too hard when I saw Sans calling me after that lame pun. It took me a while before gaining my breath and finally accepting his offer.

"Hello?" I asked in a fancy tone, like if I didn't know who was calling.

"hello, ma'am. may i have a word with you before i can let you live your slow death in peace?" he replied with the same fancy tone I used, and I instantly burst out in laughter, he following me immediately.

"Sans, why are you calling me?"

"to congratulate ya. you have my respects now"

"What are you even talking about?!"

"not everyone can joke about wanting to die, ya know" he let out a laugh, then continued "and less using puns"

Well, he's right, I guess.

"Sans, just end the call already"

"ok"

He just remained silent, but the call still continued. I stared at the phone with a silly smile on my face, then I groaned silently. I heard him chuckling at my reaction, then he said he will never hang up, which was bullshit since he hung up five seconds after saying that.

Sans: are u there?

You: No.

Sans: rude

Sans: i just wanted to say hi

You: That's the biggest lie I've heard in a while

Sans: what?

Sans: can't a skeleton cover his crippling depression?

You: Oh c' mon

You: Don't go all meloncholic over me

Sans: wow, another food pun?

Sans: please berry me alive before the world ends

You: Do you know what food I would be if I got to choose?

Sans: ?

You: A donut, 'cause I'm empty inside

Sans: same

Sans: i donut see the point in living anymore

Is it necessary to say I was having the time of my life? You can't tell depression jokes to everyone and having a partner to do so felt amazing. Medicine and therapy? More like jokes and puns!

Sans: do you want a tip to deal with depression?

You: I hear you

Sans: drink coffee

You: really?

Sans: yeah

Sans: expresso expresso, no more depresso!

And you bet I laughed, mostly because I drink coffee every day. Maybe I should start ordering expresso though.

You: Oh my God

You: PEMDAS

Sans: pemdas?

You: Please End My Depression And Suffering

And Sans called me again, only to hear him dying of laughter. We ended up telling more jokes all over the phone instead of chatting, him not caring about his brother hearing. Then we both went to tell darker jokes and really cruel stuff that a depressed person would joke about... just like us.

So I really don't understand why I take my problem as something humerus, but if one thing I've learned through all these years dealing with the same things is that crying is horribly useless. And people say that laughter is the best medicine, so I'm technically helping myself and, of course, Sans.

But hey, life hasn't been that bad lately. I was admitted to have a job interview (which I'll have tomorrow) in that small company, and I have more reasons to wake up and do things of my own. And I've been trying to put myself into drinking pills again, even if I don't like the fact that my mood depends on some medicines.

Talking about medicines...

"Hey Sans, do you have the pills you need already?"

"eh..." Oh he doesn't "crap, i forgot to go to the drug store yesterday"

Knew it.

"Well, I can gift you some if you want to. I have some spare pills here in my drawer, and I think I have the same medicaments the doctor prescribed you"

"that would be nice, but are you sure you want to bother yourself? besides, they are not that cheap, kid..." he had this slight hint of doubt in his voice, which made me smile gently.

"Eh, consider it as a present" I simply answered while I shrugged, even if he couldn't see me doing so.

"kid, if i'm gonna take the pills, then..." he made a long pause, then he sighed sadly "can you promise me something?"

Promise?

"It... depends"

"kid, you need to take care of yourself as well" he startled me a bit, and he somehow noticed how taken aback I was "if it wasn't for papyrus, i would probably have killed myself by now. so i just want to tell ya that you don't have to deal with this alone. it must suck being alone with the crap of your head all the time. so whenever you want to talk about, well, anything... you have me here, kid. and paps is more than open to help as well"

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

...

Shit.

"Hey, thank you. It means a lot to me"

"no probllama"

Seriously-

"An animal pun? Really?" I stopped right there, then I smiled "You've cat to be kitten me"

"i'm sorry, i didn't do it on porpoise"

"That's the sealiest joke I've ever heard"

"i never asked you to let minnow what you think"

"You're giraffing me crazy"

"nah, you're lion"

And so all seriousness disappeared and the puns were all over our conversation. I'm not that good on them, but Sans is clearly experienced with them. I'm better telling jokes of dark humor than silly animal puns. Still, I tried to keep 'em going.

"oh, by the way, papyrus says hi"

"Tell him I say hi as well"

"shore thing, (y/n)"

"I sea what you did there"

And after a few minutes, the call ended, me remembering that I had to give Sans the pills before the day was over. Or well, Papyrus remembering me all over the phone, screaming to his brother to go to the drug store before he dragged him himself (savage).

I took a skele-ton of pills and put them in my laptop's briefcase (since I'm too poor to buy a Gucci bag), then I ran to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror. Decent hair, no rests of make-up... perfect. I dragged a pink hoodie (because why not) that said: "Yes, I'm CUTE: Cringy Ugly Terrible Empty", some simple black shoes and I left my apartment behind... not before going back to grab my almost forgotten briefcase.

I took the subway and put my headphones on, forgetting the rest of the world while I heard some Nirvana music. Yep, this is who I've become: a young adult that takes the train every single day of her life and puts on music all the trip, trying to dismiss my problems.

What a good life.

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*Arial's POV*

I heard some lively and deep laughter coming from Sans's room, my older child. I wanted to go on and check on him, but... does he really wants me there with him? I haven't been the best mother for my two children, especially for him, so... I let it be.

Sighing desperately, I went over the kitchen to see if I could do something, anything, with my time. I wasn't at home often in the Underground, so cooking isn't my strength. But if I really want to become a normal mother for them, then I had to start making dinner. I sighed again, knowing this was never the life I wanted out in the Surface.

I know this is really selfish to say, but I genuinely preferred my life down there. I was part of the Royal Guard (as a secretary mostly) and one of the most important roles in the Kingdom. I'll always let the King now if there was any problem at the schools, or if there was any planning of a protest. On weekends, my husband and I would sometimes have fun like our teenager times, or I would casually (and awkwardly when Sans grew older) visit the kids.

...it would be pretty stupid for me not to know what I did wrong. Sans trusted us, and he once felt happy when he was around us. But we treated them as only a partial company, and now he's angry and almost mad. Now he doesn't trust us anymore, and Papyrus is trying. We were never parents to our smaller child... but to Sans, we once were. And that's why he's the most hurt.

I first became a mother when I was sixteen years old and Gaster eighteen. It's unnecessary to say it was an accident, but I was too scared to try this method called "abortion", which was recently adopted in the Underground at that time. Gaster was afraid that our new son could ruin our professional lives, but he recognized himself that the abortion wasn't secure. And so I gave birth to Sans, which I don't know if it was the best for him. I haven't given him the life he deserves, and I deeply regret being too young and too stupid to not understand how beautiful the role of a mother can be. I've seen how Toriel treated her boys and how now she treats her girl, and I can't help but admire her for being brave enough to sacrifice everything she dreamed of and decided to make THEIR dreams come true.

But instead, I choose to make my ideal life come true. Because I never wanted any children... not until Papyrus, I guess. That was seven years after being responsible for Sans, just when I told myself I should be a better mother, and so I felt forced to have another one to take care of.

I, however... never got to be the responsible mom I wanted to be deep inside of me. And so Sans had another problem: taking care of his little brother...

There...

There was even some time that I COMPLETELY forgot about their existence...

I just remember that, after realizing I had children, Sans started to hate me. He was overprotective (and he still is) over Papyrus, and whenever I tried to make him understand, he would say "you should not waste your words into lies".

Can...

Can I have a chance to be a good mother, even if now my grown son is twenty-two years old?

I...

Before breaking down in tears in the kitchen, I heard Papyrus running unheavenly fast through the door, then I heard a familiar feminine voice. That voice was not more and not less than the one of our dear ambassador, (Y/N) (L/N). She greeted him as kind as she's ever been, and he exclaimed happily how honored he was to have her in our home. She laughed politely, then Sans teleported to the living room, talking in an enthusiastic tone I haven't heard from him in years. I should have felt good, but it wasn't for me who he was happy for. It was her.

I...

I mean, she could get his trust faster than I'll ever be capable of.

I...

I don't know what to think.

She waved at me discretely with a lovely smile, and I felt more like crying. She's young and making her dreams come true because she was smart enough. She planned her future perfectly, and here she is: healthy, a bright future reflected in her eyes, and a beautiful heart and energy that both the kids admire.

I saw how (Y/N) gave Sans some... medicaments, I think, and he thanked her with a smile he never gave me. They joked a bit and Papyrus groaned playfully, then all of them went into a fit full of laughter.

"OH (Y/N)! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, ENJOYS YOUR COMPANY A LOT! AND I BET SANS DOES AS WELL! WE'RE TRULY HONORED TO HAVE YOU HERE, YOUNG LADY!"

Yes, he's a wonderful child, but I can't be proud of him.

Because I didn't raise him...

Sans did.

#sans x reader #sansxreader #more than i thought fanfiction #more than i thought #chapter 14 #sans #x reader #undertale

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reijiroryoko177 · 5 years

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Name: Kit

Gender: Female

Species: Half human half feline (due to experimentation)

Age: 18

Height: 5’7”

Weight: 153.6

(Adopted) Family: Asgore, Toriel, and Frisk

Biological Mom: Eliza (deceased)

Biological Dad: Unknown

Likes: (secretly) flowers, baking, drawing, sports, anime, manga, marvel movies and comic books

Dislikes: Drama, gossip, revealing clothing, bitter things, wearing makeup, high heels, needles, visits to the doctor or hospitals, small rooms, and being grabbed

Personality: A huge tsundere, touch starved, protective of her friends, is actually super shy, has a bad temper, spunky, bold, refuses to let anybody get involved with her problems, and tends to wander off by herself if feeling inadequate

(Trigger Warning???)

Story: Eliza became pregnant with her in a laboratory of people conducting experiments to create a “shape shifting human.” They injected chemicals into her while she was still in her mother’s belly and this is how she gained her ears and tail. Because of the experiment, Kit was nearly stillborn and Eliza was in bad shape from all the chemicals. When the experiment didn’t work, they kept Kit alive in case they needed to do more tests and they tried to make Eliza have another baby. Their attempt failed and she had to be put on life support to keep her alive. Kit was forced to stay in a room separated from her mother but she would always sneak out to go visit her. Every time she was dragged back to her room, she would kick, punch, and try to bite the scientists for what they did to Eliza. One day Kit didn’t realize that she would be seeing her mother for the last time. Eliza had managed to snatch a keycard off of one of the scientists and when Kit snuck into her room, her last words to her daughter were “Be free.” And fell still. Kit, in a midst of fury and grief, obeyed her final wish and escaped. She was pursued by the humans up Mt. Ebott and when she reached the hole at the top, she faced her pursuers with a seething glare before letting herself fall. Kit survived the fall but not without a few cuts, bruises, and a broken arm. She was found by Toriel, who had followed the sounds of her cries and immediately took her back to her home. When asked what happened and why she was down there, Kit’s only explanation was “I was running from the people in white coats.” When asked about her mother, Kit was silent for a moment before just hugging Toriel, crying. Kit was about 6 or 7 when she first fell down to Mt. Ebott and Toriel took it upon herself to raise her like her own child. Kit only addresses Toriel as “mom” and grew to dislike humans for what they did to her, Eliza, and the monsters. Aside from her short temper, Kit gained a spunky and bold personality. When she turned 18, it took a lot of convincing for Toriel to let her venture outside the ruins. She told Kit to wear a dark purple cloak with a white Delta Rune sewn onto the back to hide herself in case she gets attacked, but Kit refused to. She got dressed and headed out to Snowdin, giving any monsters who were staring at her a stern glare. Then she met the skelebros. Papyrus was just as puzzled as Sans was to see someone that looked like a human, but wasn’t. Kit bluntly and quickly explained that she wasn’t a human, adding in that she hates humans. While Papyrus offered to show her around Snowdin, Sans visited Tori and asked if she was the one who let Kit into Snowdin. Toriel explained to him that she had found her when she was just a child and needed somebody to take care of her. Sans then asked “What about Asgore?” Toriel responded, while glaring, “He won’t lay a finger on her.” Toriel asked Sans to promise he would protect her and teach her how to survive in the underground. Sans was hesitant and told her “Gee Tori, yer really makin’ me put a lot of backbone into these promises… Alright, I’ll keep her safe.” With that, he kept his promise and kept an eye socket on Kit. Eventually, Kit came to decide she actually liked Snowdin and wanted to move in. Papyrus offered her to stay with them, due to there not being very many available homes and she took the offer. It took a tremendous amount of convincing for Toriel to let her move out and Kit promised to come visit her every chance she got. After packing her belongings and moving in with the skelebros, Kit felt a familiar feeling resurface. The same feeling of when Toriel took her in. The feeling of being accepted.

Kit in the Pacifist Run: Kit does not trust the human at all. You can try to approach her at first, but she’ll swing her bat at you if you get too close. She also becomes infuriated when Papyrus lets them into the house and locks herself in her room, refusing to let the human in. It will take a lot of convincing and Mercy to let her know you mean no harm.

Kit in the Neutral Run: If you kill anybody, Kit will come after you. You will encounter her numerous times and she’ll give you a beating until she’s exhausted and flees. If you kill Toriel, Papyrus, Sans, or Asgore, this will just fuel her rage. If anybody has died, Kit will be mournful in every Neutral ending. Any close friends or family that are still alive, she will go to stay with them and become extremely protective and concerned for their safety. If Sans calls you and leaves a message about the results of your actions, Kit will snatch the phone out of his hand and say “I have one thing to say to you, you damned scum…” before saying in a low voice laced with venom “If I had one wish, it would be that you didn’t survive your fall.” before hanging up abruptly.

Kit in the Genocide Run: Kit will not show or accept any Mercy for what you’ve done. You took her mother and her closest friends from her, and there is one thing she will take from you. Your life. The true fight with her will begin when you run into her after you’ve killed Sans. As you’re making your way to Asgore, she’ll suddenly appear from hiding and knock you backwards. When the fight begins, you will see that she is wearing a red scarf around her neck, a dusty, bloody blue jacket tied around her waist, and a dark purple cloak with a white Delta Rune sewn onto the back draped around her. The only expression on her face is unspeakable rage and her bat has been upgraded with a saw blade sticking out and the wood of it is layered with duct tape and wires to keep it in place. The beating is brutal beyond imaginable and she will not offer any Mercy, nor accept any. The only thing she will say is “No more.” “I should have killed you where you stood.” and “Give them back.” The longer the fight lasts, the harder it will get and she will begin to screech her words in an almost animalistic way. If the fight lasts longer than intended, her bat will eventually snap in half due to the force of her swinging it and she’ll move on to using her claws. The way she can be beaten is if you flank her from behind and stab her in the back. She won’t die immediately though. Kit has a few things to say while sitting on her hands and knees, a pool of blood forming below her. “H-Heh… Hehehe… Go ahead.. C’mon, finish me.” (You have a choice to end her or let her suffer) “... Heh, doesn’t matter.. *cough* *cough* … I’m in trouble n-now… but s-so are you. Once you reach the surface, all this blood on your hands… The humans will see what kind of monster you really are… And they’ll kill you for it.” She says this with a diabolical grin on her face. “See you… in HELL..” When Kit finally collapses and one last breath escapes her, her body doesn’t turn to dust. She just remains there lifeless in a pool of her own blood and wearing the clothing of the ones she was closest to and loved the most.

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How to Get Rid of Loose Skin After Weight Loss

If you're taking care of the problem of loosened skin, particularly after major weight loss, right here's just what you could do about it.

Have you broke your butt for months as well as months to drop weight just to be left with handfuls of hideous loose skin?

Do you would like to know at last just what it takes to tighten this skin and also display that brand-new body you have actually worked so tough for?

If so, then this write-up is for you!

First, allow me state that I comprehend exactly how frustrating the loose skin problem is. It's very inhibiting to really feel like you're doing whatever right without obtaining the outcomes you actually desire.

Some people might say to quit stressing over just how you look as well as just be delighted with exactly what you have actually obtained, yet I have a difficult time with guidance like that.

Sure, some people develop undesirable fascinations with looks and picture, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with wishing to have a lean, solid, healthy body that looks as well as feels great. In truth, I would certainly reach stating that everyone must have that experience.

And so in this short article, we're mosting likely to take an extensive take a look at the loosened skin concern and also see what can be done about it.

The Trouble isn't Constantly Loose or Excess Skin

While there are legitimate cases of excess skin after weight-loss, just what many individuals assume hangs or excess skin is really just excess body fat, which is soft as well as jiggly and quickly mistaken as skin.

There's a simple method to inform if you're handling real loose skin or way too much body fat.

Pinch the location you're worried about as well as if you can get hold of greater than a couple of millimeters of skin, there's more fat in there to lose.

Until you shed that fat, your skin has no factor to return to its previous size and also tautness. Bear in mind that skin isn't really a curtain of passive, inert flesh-it's a living body organ that adapts to its interior and external environments. As long as the fat it's affixed to remains, it will certainly sag.

If you're a man, I wouldn't take into consideration surgical treatment to take care of loosened skin up until you've struck 10% body fat. If you're a woman, 20% is the number.

These are the body fat ranges where your subcutaneous fat degrees come to be reduced sufficient to precisely examine the state of your skin. As well as possibilities are simply getting lean sufficient will solve the entire problem.

If, however, a person reaches this reduced level of body fat and his/her skin is practically paper thin as well as looks like crinkly papyrus, after that it truly refers excess skin, and could be taken care of accordingly.

Now, one point you should know is that specific fat shops are more difficult to shed compared to others. The scientific research is rather complicated, and also I study it below, but also for the function of this post all you need to recognize is the fat in certain locations of our body is tougher to lose compared to the fat in others.

Not together, these 'stubborn' fat stores stick to the areas frequently related to loose or excess skin troubles: the reduced abdomen, lower back (love takes care of), hips, thighs, and butt.

What many people think is loosened skin is just excess amounts of stubborn fat.

Now, you cannot directly 'target' persistent fat shops with unique diet regimen or training methods, however you could make use of a number of strategies to assist remove them much faster. I discuss every little thing here.

Building Muscle and Minimizing Excess Skin

A big part of tightening up loose skin is developing muscle. The factor for this is simple.

There are two layers of tissue below your skin: fat and also muscle, both which press against your skin as well as keep it from sagging loosely.

When you acquire a huge quantity of weight, your skin needs to increase a fair bit to suit the increase in body size. When you lose the fat, nonetheless, as well as particularly when you lose it promptly, your skin does not necessarily reduce at the exact same price as your fat cells. This discrepancy can cause loose skin.

Furthermore, numerous individuals utilize numerous types of starvation diet programs along with large amounts of cardio to lose fat, which additionally causes substantial muscular tissue loss, further broadening deep space between the skin and the underlying tissue.

The outcome is a minimized body fat percentage but a little, soft physique with drooping skin. The 'slim fat' appearance, as it's called.

Building muscle is the remedy to all these woes because it actually completes the looseness in the skin, producing a visibly tighter, healthier look.

This suggestions applies to both people that have already lost a lot of weight and those that are just beginning. If you're presently dealing with issues of loosened skin, you ought to start raising weights. If you're starting a weight loss routine, be sure to include weight training in it.

Remember the objective isn't just to lose weight yet to lose fat and not muscle.

Improving Skin Elasticity

If your skin loses elasticity-its capability to broaden as well as diminish as needed-it can not go back to its correct dimension. This occurs normally as we age but it could affect more youthful people. What can you do to enhance it?

Several things, actually.

Stop smoking.

As if there weren't currently adequate reasons to stop cigarette smoking, below's an additional: it ruins your skin.

A research study from scientists at the International Association of Ecologic Dermatology assessed the skin of 64 women Italian cigarette smokers for the presence of lines, vascular as well as pigmentation state, elasticity, brightness, and also texture.

The first evaluation exposed that the ordinary organic age of research individuals was 9 years older compared to their chronological age. After 9 months of not smoking cigarettes, nevertheless, the average decrease in the organic age of the skin was 13 years.

The profits is this: if you desire healthy and balanced, vivid skin, you have to steer clear of from cigarettes.

Eat enough protein.

Research shows a relationship between healthy protein intake and skin youthfulness and also wellness. Low-protein diet programs is related to poorer skin health than high-protein weight loss, which aids decrease wrinkles, dryness, as well as skin atrophy.

Eat your fruits and vegetables.

Your body needs a large range of minerals and vitamins to accomplish the millions of organic procedures that maintain you active and also healthy, and also consuming a number of portions of vegetables and fruits each day is the only reputable way to provide everything your body needs.

In terms of skin specifically, research study has actually revealed that greater consumption of fruits as well as vegetables are related to healthier, good-looking skin.

Consider supplementation.

No tablets or powders are mosting likely to offer you a 'quick repair' for your loosened skin, but there are several supplements that may help. Let's look at each.

Gelatin

A research performed by scientist at Stanford College found that supplementing with 250 mg of jelly daily enhanced skin elasticity.

Getting jelly in your diet can be a little challenging, though, unless you enjoy eating a variety of odd foods like oxtail, chicken feet, or brief ribs. Supplementing is the simplest means to go here, and also here's the product I would directly utilize (CURRENTLY Foods is a credible firm):

Fish Oil

Among fish oil's numerous health advantages is the improvement of skin elasticity, as well as a significant improvement can be seen in as couple of as 3 months.

A premium fish oil is one of the most effective all-around supplements you could take to maintain health and wellness and safeguard against illness, however not all fish oils are equal.

There are 2 vital things to consider when selecting one:

You need to know just how the oil has actually been processed.

There are two types of fish oil on the marketplace today: the triglyceride type and also the ethyl ester form.

The triglyceride type is fish oil in its natural state, and the ethyl ester kind is a processed variation of the triglyceride type that includes a particle of ethanol (alcohol).

While lots of researches have confirmed the benefits of supplementation with fat ethyl esters (FAEEs), research study has shown that the triglyceride form is better soaked up by the body.

One of the reasons for this is the ethyl ester form is far more immune to the enzymatic procedure by which the body breaks the oil down for use.

Another drawback to the ethyl ester form is during the digestive procedure, your body transforms it back to the triglyceride type, which causes the launch of the ethanol molecule.

Although the dosage is small, those with alcohol level of sensitivity or dependency can be negatively impacted. Research has actually supplied evidence of mobile and also natural poisoning and also injury resulting from the ingestion of FAEEs.

You desire to understand the EPA/DHA material of each serving.

Because of the varying quality of fish oils on the market, it's essential that you look at how lots of milligrams of EPA and also DHA (omega-3 fatty acids) are really in each serving.

Lower-quality supplements may have as little as 150 - 200 mg each 1 gram of fat, which makes them virtually pointless as you have to take much too many every day to obtain sufficient omega-3s (you want a minimum of 2 - 3 g of omega-3s each day).

A top quality fish oil can be quite a bit more money than a low-quality one, but when you check out just how much you're obtaining for that money in terms of omega-3 fatty acids, the price makes more sense.

For instance, below's the label from an affordable, low-grade (ethyl ester) fish oil product:

This item costs regarding $11, and comes with 100 pills consisting of 300 mg of omega-3 fats each. This indicates you're obtaining 30 g of omega-3 fats each bottle, and paying concerning 37 cents per gram.

Now, below's the tag from a high-grade triglyceride fish oil item that I make use of, Nordic Naturals' Ultimate Omega ( and FYI, I have no partnership with Nordic Naturals):

This item costs concerning $40, as well as includes 120 tablets having 640 mg of omega-3 fatty acids each.

This implies you're getting about 77 g of omega-3 fats each container, and paying about 52 cents per gram.

So, as you can see, the first cost difference of $11 vs. $40 isn't really as extreme when you check out just what you're getting: 37 cents per gram of low-quality oil that isn't really most likely to deliver all the benefits you're looking for vs. 52 cents each gram for the highest-quality oil on the marketplace that will.

In regards to dose, 1 to 3 g of omega 3 fatty acids (not fish oil but the omega Sixes themselves) suffices for many objectives. Right here's the product I directly utilize and like:

What Regarding 'Weight-loss Tablets'?

The US weight-loss market is absolutely enormous (worth nearly $61 billion since 2011), as well as weight-loss tablets make up about $1.5 billion of that pie.

When people are investing that kind of loan, matter on the hucksters and also shysters to be operating in force.

The outcome is, well, what we see in the marketplace: an absolute excess of weight loss items and also dietary routines, all advertised as far better compared to the next.

This could make fat burning a very complex, discouraging, and also expensive endeavor.

Well, the first thing you must understand is that NO pill will certainly cause you to amazingly shed weight. You have to manage your caloric intake to slim down (you have to feed your body less energy compared to it burns everyday).

That claimed, in this article, I review the components in a selection of prominent "weight reduction pills" and reveal you which could accelerate weight reduction when combined with an appropriate diet regimen, which don't, and which researchers are not sure of.

The Profits on Loose Skin and also Weight Loss

In some situations, there is no other way to completely remove loosened skin without surgical procedure. Before you drop that roadway, however, comply with the suggestions in this article and also see where you're at:

Get to 10% body fat (men)/ 20% body fat (ladies)

Build a substantial quantity of muscle mass to replace a few of the 'area' left from the fat loss

Don't smoke

Adopt a high-protein diet

Eat a number of portions of vegetables and fruits every day

Use supplements confirmed to aid if your budget sustains it

If you do all these points and continue to be individual, there's an excellent chance you could dramatically decrease and even remove your loosened skin issue without going under the knife.

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