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the-acid-pear · 10 months
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Realistically, Grognak is usually looking at random directions in the distance because the controls are awkward if you are not used to them; but to ME, Grognak is usually looking at random directions in the distance because of their autistic swag 💞
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bardicbird · 2 years
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original bad kids gender hcs
- kristin: i think sometime along the line of high school she gets into the part of lesbianism where oftentimes you really feel this Disconnect from femininity. and this makes her a little confused. but she loves doing research on queer labels and such so i think she eventually settles on nonbinary or maybe demigirl ! i think once she had figured that out she’d use she/they pronouns :]
- adaine: idk i think adaine is definitely queer but she comes off as more cis to me. she likes learning about that stuff tho so she can be a better ally to her friends :] i think maybe at some point in her life she might experiment a little with gender expression. get some botched femininity going. idk. 
- gorgug: i think gorgug is simply existing. i don’t think he’s ever given any deep thought into gender and is just kind of like :] yeah whatever works sure. his parents probably taught him about some of that stuff bc they seem like the types to do that . i think gorgug just went oh thats nice okay and kept going. i think he primarily uses he/him bc it’s what he’s most used to but also i think he’d be cool with any pronouns !
- fabian: look. i don’t have much reasoning for this one. i really want to say he’s cis bc that makes the most sense story wise but also this boy just SCREAMS trans for some reason???? so yeah. he’s trans. its why he kind of cared so much about seeming impressive and masculine, and a small part of why he tries to follow in his dads footsteps as much as he can. i think his dad was very supportive in a really weird way where he was like “AYE I KNEW A BABY WITH GRIP THAT STRONG HAD TO BE A STRAPPING LITTLE LAD. AW YER TAKIN AFTER YER OLD DAD ARENT YA IM SO PROUD OF YOU” or something akin to that. i think he has also probably already had top surgery which. would be VERY young in our world but i dont think bill gives a shit and could totally pay someone enough to do that. also surgery is probably safer and maybe even reversible in their magic world so ! 
- riz: honestly i think he’s pretty similar to gorgug except the first time he actually tried to think about it he got super worked up over it and ended up making a whole board trying to connect things together to make sense of his own identity and then after like. hours of hyperfixating on it he was just like “im so tired. i need to not do this anymore.” and went to sleep and never tried touching the subject again. pronoun wise i think he’d be cool with primarily he prounouns but also like? a they every once and a while to spice things up. maybe some neopronouns that just sound nice to him? (i can’t think of any specifically rn if anyone else has opinions on this i’d love to hear your thoughts :])
- fig: she doesnt give a fuck babeyyy. one of those “genders not real so i get to do whatever the fuck i want with it” people. i think that comes out a lot mostly via gender expression more than actual labels? fig is just vibing. i think pronouns would probably be something along the lines of she/he/hy/ze. maybe sometimes fig just wants to go by no pronouns and just goes by her name. it depends !
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cannichive · 1 month
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WELCOME
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Oops , my brain is autisming once again over a special interest and hyperfixation . Hi ! It's @horrgores again with another side blog but this time for archiving cannibalistic attractions and any variation of it . Hy do not coin here , if you want to see coinings from me visit @horrorgores , my coining side blog .
This is a special interest of course as hy've said , however , r/q's are not welcome here . Though hy can not stop someone from identifying with terms , hy do not want r/q's interacting . Meaning , hy do not reblog from r/q's . If hy somehow do accidentally reblog from a r/q please notify me via asks so hy may remove the reblog ^^' .
What is cannibalistic attraction ?
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Cannibalistic attraction is and hy am quoting the exact definition by the coiner @webby-mogai " A type of attraction solely characterized by want for cannibalism. This can include wanting to cannibalize the one you're attracted to, be cannibalized by them, a desire for mutual cannibalism, etc . "
Is this valid ?
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Do hy need to say it ? Yes .
Can I have my attraction term archived here ?
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Yes ! Hy do not mind anyone [ that isn't a r/q ] tagging me in posts that pertain to cannibalistic attractions and its variations ^^ !
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checkers-dance · 5 months
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hi bestie ... im having a moment. i miss mx. i want to return to my roots (being insane about them) so ofc i have to go back to making weird aus abt them, thats how it works. so once again im mixing them with another hyperfixation of mine for my amusement, im very normal.
idk how much you know about eah, but it was a sister doll line to monster high that was significantly less successful. the gimmick was to focus on the children of fairy tale creatures instead of monsters. interestingly enough, while mh didnt really have much of a plot outside of the basic premise of "monsters attending high school" eah has a weird amount of lore. the main thing you need to know for most of this to make sense is that the characters are not simply the children of fairy tale creatures, instead they're supposed to become their parents and take their place in their stories, otherwise they will all disappear and essentially die. so the main conflict of the story is "do we follow in our parents footsteps out of fear and social pressure even if it makes us unhappy or do we follow our own desires" ANYWAY I SWEAR I AM ONLY EXPLAINING THIS FOR SOME OF WHAT IM ABT TO SAY TO MAKE SENSE JDNSBDB here is my au.
ch*ngkyun: he is cerise, daughter of little red riding hood. listen. cerise is ch*ngkyuncoded and ch*ngkyun is cerisecoded. she's always portrayed as very withdrawn but not necessarily shy. she's sort of a cool tomboy type. the big plot twist with her is that her father is the wolf, so she's part wolf. which is hilarious but also fits ch*ngkyun. im making him part furry like god intended.
j*oheon: i think he should be lizzie, daughter of the queen of hearts. its so perfect to me. lizzie is really cold and mean, which causes other people to fear her and makes her struggle to connect with people. in reality she only acts like this because she thinks it's what her mother would want her to do. deep down she's really sweet, and just doesn't want people to see past her front.
hy*ngwon: i struggled a little bit with this one but i got it. hes kitty, daughter of the cheshire cat. tbh kitty is exactly what you would expect, she's this trickster type that is always sleeping. i simply think hy*ngwon deserves to cause chaos.
m*nhyuk: he's such an easy choice. he's maddie, daughter of the mad hatter. yes eah character names are STUPID. maddie is also what you would expect, she's hashtag weird and chaotic, but also really empathetic and with a strong sense of justice. she's one of those characters that is happy with her assigned destiny but is willing to give it up if it means others can choose for themselves. i think all of that fits m*nhyuk pretty well.
k*hyun: listen. i have A VISION for him. i want him to be apple, daughter of snow white. so her whole thing is that she's this perfect princess girl who really looks forward to her happy ending and so she tries to push other people into also following their destinies, since she doesn't want them compromising hers. the thing is, despite apple's destiny being perfect on paper, it's canon that she's not romantically interested in the man she's supposed to marry in the future, which has some interesting implications. she's also genuinely nice and caring despite her flaws, and part of what motivates her is that she genuinely believes something bad will happen to them if they don't follow their destinies. and she has this really toxic relationship with her mom bc of all the expectations put on her. so she's MESSY. i think k*hyun deserves to be messy.
sh*wnu: idk why but sh*wnu gives me cedar, daughter of pinocchio vibes. she's very warm and sweet, she's one of those characters that has a lot of empathy for those with less fortunate destinies than she does. her main thing is that she can only say things that are true, so she doesn't have any control over her privacy or others. because of this she likes to paint, since that's a safe way to express herself. again idk WHY she gives me sh*wnu vibes but she does.
and ofc bonus w*nho: he is briar, daughter of sleeping beauty. briar is this extoverted and popular party girl. but she's also weirdly angsty. the main reason she's so outgoing is because she wants to live life to the fullest before being put to sleep 100 years and losing all her friends. i think w*nho deserves to have an existential crisis. briefly considered asigning ashlynn, daughter of cinderella, but i cant do that to him. hes innocent.
OK OK BUT LISTEN, CH*NGKYUN HAS DESCRIBED HIMSELF AS A LONE WOLF BEFORE SO BEING A WOLF FURRY DOES KIND OF FIT. And I can see why u'd associate him w the red riding hood character, Idk how to explain it but he just has the kind of "would wear bright red and get lost in a forest while looking for his grandma" vibe. I'm picturing him wearing one of his love killa outfits (little red riding hood but aged up and growing into a mafia boss career)
I can see j*oheon being a sort of mean girl character, I think he has the acting ability to pull it off. Sometimes in mvs he has this...mean, indifferent face on when he's playing a certain kind of role, and I think that would go rlly well w a pastel princessy aesthetic
HY*NGWON BEING THE CHESHIRE CAT'S CHILD IS SO PERFECT ACTUALLY. I can just imagine him w kitty paws in a purple costume. Also I think he has a cheshire cat smile sometimes. He deserves to cause chaos w j*oheon, they would make such a team. Mean but lonely character x chaotic and slightly evil cat companion
Also I love how we're having such an alice in wonderland theme here 😭😭. I feel like monsta x could do an alice in wonderland concept actually, but like, combined w a bdsm dungeon. Don't ask me how those 2 go together they just do. Anyway I can see m*nhyuk as the mad hatter child, I think he's actually made that comparison himself before. Or he's worn a mad hatter hat before, it's one of those 2
Also I support k*hyun being messy, deserves it. I also can see him in the role of a snow white child, he sometimes has this softcore dignified demeanor and this specific smile that goes w it. I think it would be cute to pair him w m*nhyuk as a treat, there's just smth abt ships that involve characters w opposing views and also w an orderly personality vs a chaotic one
Sh*wnu does kind of have pinocchio vibes 🤔. Like there are all the teddy bear comparisons of course (teddy bears and puppets are both technically dolls), but he also has an honest vibe. Also crying, it's so funny to me that u linked w*nho w someone who goes to sleep for 100 years, which mirrors his exit from the group 😭😭
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dolliecworpse · 9 months
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Hi! Hy love your stuff. Hy think your flags and genders are really cool! Another thing Hy likes about your blog is all the titles and pronouns you have on there. Hy also has a huge hyperfixation on bsd so hy really likes your bsd stuff. Hy love your stuff and work, your an amazing person.
(Hi! I love your stuff. I think your flags and genders are really cool! Another thing I likes about your blog is all the titles and pronouns you have on there. I also has a huge hyperfixation on bsd so I really likes your bsd stuff.Hy love your stuff and work, your an amazing person.)
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thank you so so so so much!!! i’m gonna cri again (in a /poz way this time tho) you all are too nice to me. and omg?? FELLOW BSD HYPERFIXATOR??? that’z probabli not a word but it is now cuz i said so. feel free to send asks to me abt bsd ani time (not dms tho, as i don’t realli like getting dms on tumblr. i mean, the askbox is right there tehee. /lh /silli)!!! i have so mani bsd genders planned for @bsdgendered (i think i have like four or five in drafts rn. but. there’s more to come, i assure you!!!) ough bsd brings me sm happiness (even tho the characters in it are literalli up to their neck in shit rn LOLLL). aniways i won’t talk your ear off :3c ty for such a kind ask /g /poz
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ceasarslegion · 3 years
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YALL should i finish the SymBrock mix i abandoned half-finished 2 years ago when my Venom hyperfix faded and never published
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justsomeartsthings · 4 years
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Print Me A House And Home
Summary: Sans breaks the lab’s printers while Alphys is away. With a little applied quantum theory, this somehow leads to his boss becoming his flatmate. Pre-Sanster, Sans POV, Fluff (with a sprinkle of Angst).
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“ya gotta be kiddin’ me.” 
You rap your knuckles on the side of the printer. There’s a click and a foreboding thump from inside. You take a cautious step back, hands raised. 
“uh. hey, doc, is al in today?”
No response. You glance into the empty office behind you.
“boss?”
No dice.
“…i’m stealing your snacks. speak now or forever hold your chisps.”
Nada.
“your loss, dude.”
You snag the bag of popato chisps off of his desk and pop them open. The noise is like a firecracker set off inside your skull.
…Still ix-nay on the eleton-skay.
You toss a few chisps past your teeth and knock on the printer again. No one home. Not even a suspicious ticking noise. Lame.
You’re halfway through the chisps bag, tapping an absent rhythm on the printer, when there’s footsteps and the rustling of papers in the hallway. A few seconds later, Dr. W. D. Gaster strides through the doorway, head bowed. It’s a rare candid moment; he’s too engrossed in the notebook in his hands to notice you.
You watch him for a bit, debating whether to spook him.
“‘sup.”
To his credit, he doesn’t physically startle. He does snap his notebook shut, abruptly alert. “Sans. What are you…?”
“had to use your printer.” You extend the open pop bag. “chisp?”
He doesn’t even check to see if they’re his. He takes one. “The vending machine is two floors down.”
“eh. too far.”
“You could use the elevator.”
“why bother. it’s just gonna let me down.”
“Mm. And I suppose you’ve vetoed the stairs because they are ‘up to something’.”
“hey. don’t knock my jokes. they’re hy-stair-ical.” You crumple the empty chisp bag and toss it at Gaster, who catches it and drops it in the bin. “is alphys clocking in anytime soon?”
“She’s at a seminar in New Home. She won’t be back for another four hours.” He places the notebook on his desk. “Is there something wrong with your own printer?”
“yup. i tried to print a report of some results for an experiment this morning. somethin’ went wrong, think i jammed it. figured i’d use yours.”
His eyelights snap to the printer. “And it’s jammed mine as well?”
You chuckle. Break into the man’s office under printing problem pretenses, and watch him squirm. Give him a printer to fix, he’ll hyperfixate on it so hard he almost seems sane.
“looks like it. same thing happened to al’s printer, too.”
“That would explain why I couldn’t print my notes a few hours ago.” He approaches the machine, huffing. “It’s only Tuesday, and you’ve already managed to break all three of our printers.”
“i call it a magic touch.”
“I find it highly unlikely you would ever employ percussive maintenance. Especially of the bullet pattern variety.”
“heh heh. point taken.” You shrug. “wrong on the first count, though. i gave ‘em a few love taps.”
“Mm. Bandages are on my desk.”
“cute. i can take a printer, old man, and i could take you.”
“That would put you at two counts of theft and one of kidnapping. Tread carefully.” He removes the back panel of the printer and peers inside. “That’s peculiar. This experiment report— was it for the causality trials?”
“just the test run.”
“And your printer has the same kind of jam?”
“same jelly, same jar.”
“It appears to be routine.”
“bread n’butter.”
“It looks fried.”
“that’s probably a doughboy, then.”
“It can’t be a coincidence.”
“i didn’t say coincidence, i said doughboy.”
He snaps out of his thoughts at that. “What? What’s ‘doughboy?’”
“uh, s’like pre-bread? don’t call me ‘boy’.”
“I didn’t—” He shakes his head, baffled. “What in Asgore’s name are you going on about?”
“the printer. you sure you know what you’re doin’?”
He shoots you a glare just before shoving his hands all up in the printer’s mechanical guts. “I’m a highly skilled engineer who just so happened to design and construct the self-sustaining generator which the entire Underground, including this lab, runs on. I can handle a jammed printer.”
“ok, jeez, doc. no point tryin’ to print receipts, the printer’s already doughboy-ed.”
Gaster doesn’t reply, but after a few moments of tinkering, he does squint in a concerning manner. “Hm.”
“hm?”
“Hm.”
“i’m no printer engineer, but ‘hm’ doesn’t sound like a technical term.”
“It is when I say it.” And, well, he’s got you there. “It appears Alphys has been printing Mew Mew Kissy Cutie posters on her work printer.”
“uh,” you say. “what? how do you know?”
In response, Gaster pulls out an impossibly large poster from the back of the printer. It’s slightly crumpled, due to its dimensions being bigger than the printer could ever realistically print, and even laminated, which you’re pretty sure Gaster’s printer can’t do.
“Something tells me we will find your test results in Alphys’ printer, and my notes from this morning in yours.”
“woah. you’re kiddin’. scoot over,” you say, sidling up to him to peer inside the printer’s exposed mechanics. “you think alphys’ printer and my printer are superposed in yours?”
“Potentially.”
“that’s… uh,” you say. “impractical.”
“To say the least.”
“alphys is gonna have a field day with this when she gets back.”
“I’m sure the eventual clutter of dismantled printers will speak for itself.”
“heh. i gotta say, i’m kinda disappointed. i expected superposition to sound a lot more chaotic.”
He makes an assenting noise. You look over at him, and then nearly do a double-take. You didn’t notice before, but he’s as tense as a compressed spring, very intently inspecting the Mew Mew Kissy Cutie poster. Or, more likely, very deliberately not looking at you. 
Upon second glance, you are a lot closer to him than you reasonably need to be.
“heh. whoops. my bad,” you say, stepping to the side. “didn’t mean to crowd you.”
“…Not at all,” he says quietly, then clears his throat. He puts the back panel over the printer again and straightens up. “We should, er, go check the other printers. Just in case.”
“sure,” you say.
“Good,” he says.
“great,” you say.
And you go.
It’s kind of funny, this sort of dance the two of you have fallen into. Stepping on eggshells, tiptoeing around each other at work. Ignoring that you’ve got a crush on him. That he’s got a gigantic crush on you. It’s ridiculous, and hilarious, mainly because he’s centuries old and you’re, well, not.
For whatever reason, whether he’s worried about being deemed a cradle robber or a douchebag boss, or something else entirely, he hasn’t made a move on you yet. But hey, that’s fine by you. You’ve got all the time in the world.
Though you do hope it won’t actually take him that long.
“It will be faster if we split up,” he says, once you reach the intersecting hallway between your office and Alphys’. He starts to take off by himself, leaving you behind.
You reach out and grab his wrist.
“hang on a sec. if you’re right about superposition—”
“It’s very likely that I am.”
“then you realize checking the printers separately could affect the outcome. ‘that which is observed is changed’, n’all that?”
“Well, yes. But it may be an inevitability anyway,” he says. “And even so, the replication of this event is statistically extremely unlikely. This may be our only chance to see whether our theory of personal observation holds true.”
“but it’ll kill the control variable, won’t it? we already saw your printer—”
“Oh, it could, most certainly— but not if our current theories of quantum entanglement hold true.”
“quantum—? for a whole printer? boss, we’re years away from proving that particle entanglement exists on the subatomic scale, never mind above it.”
“Not once we check the printers, we won’t be,” he points out. “There’s a chance the only way to trigger binding entanglement at such a large scale is through unrelated proofs.”
Unrelated—?
And, oh. 
You’re physically incapable of gaping, but the sentiment must show in your eyelights, because he grins down at you, the smug bastard.
“All caught up?”
“we’ll know entanglement can occur if our personal observations affect the outcomes of a superimposed subject— and if it doesn’t, we’ll have potentially disproven three separate quantum theories at once, since each cannot exist without the other. it’s… extremely assumptive and unreliable science—”
“Unless it works.”
“uh, no, i’m pretty sure it’s still unorthodox and totally fallible,” you say. “but hey. personal confirmation’s gotta count for somethin’, right?”
He laughs, bright and clear. “Yes, yes, I suppose. In a sense.”
“well, then, in a sense, it’s genius.”
More than genius, really. And Gaster knows it is, going by the look on his face. For a moment, time slows, and you take in his eyelights, fuzzy and dilated. How his entire silhouette brims with restrained excitement. Riding on the high that comes just before a dramatic breakthrough.
And yeah, maybe there’s more important things at hand, but god, he’s beautiful when he gets like this.
“heh. how ‘bout we save the ego inflation until after we get results,” you say. The cusp of quantum discovery isn’t the time or place for mutual, unspoken workplace crushes.
“Right. Then we’ll meet back here as soon as possible,” Gaster says, and turns to go—
Only to be yanked back by your hand, clasped tightly in his.
Oh.
You stare at your joined hands, soul fluttering. His fingers are intertwined with yours, slender phalanges and thick knuckles complementing each other like a welded whole.
At some point, you must’ve let go of his wrist and taken his hand instead. You hadn’t even noticed.
“uh. eheh. whoops.” You let go and try to pull away. But Gaster’s hand doesn’t budge. “doc?”
He’s as still as a statue, his eyelights focused somewhere over your shoulder. A flighty feeling grows in your bones the longer you have his hand in yours. 
And then he says, quietly: “Have you been sleeping here, Sans?”
Your soul wrenches itself in another direction.
“what?”
Gaster gestures behind you with his other hand, but you don’t turn to look. In a rush, it comes to you, what he must be looking at. 
You’d had a long night, then a rough morning with Pap. This afternoon, you weren’t as careful as you usually are. You remember leaving your office door open, and, like the idiot you are, you remember leaving out your sleeping bag, your cheap diner food wrappers, your half-sharpied sneakers. And then you got so caught up in causality, your experiment, and printing those results— 
You forgot to hide your mess.
Fuck.
“You’ve been sleeping here overnight.”
“it’s not, uh,” you begin weakly, but it really is what it looks like. And judging by the way Gaster hasn’t torn his eyelights from your mess, he knows it. 
There’s no point making a fool out of yourself by lying. 
But that doesn’t mean you don’t hate the way your voice goes quiet without your consent. 
“…it’s not as bad as it looks.”
“What about your brother— Papyrus? Is he—?”
“no. god, no. trust me, you’d know if pap was loose in this place,” you chuckle a little desperately. “he stays with a couple of friends in new home while i work. temporarily, y’know. just while we’re between houses.”
“Between houses,” Gaster echoes, finally looking down at you again. It’s fine. You’re fine. “I locked down the lab last weekend— were you on the streets for that time?”
“nah, we, uh. heh.” You clear your throat. Look to the wall. Shove your free hand in your pocket. 
Anything to distract from the fact that you can’t keep your voice steady.
You’ve never talked about it to anyone before. Out loud. You didn’t expect it to be this difficult. And it doesn’t help that Gaster doesn’t give you an out. He just stares at you, expectant. You have no idea how to read the expression he’s wearing. 
So you gather yourself and let your mouth run like a loose motor.
“we house-hopped for a while, ‘til we could make it to snowdin. there’s a place out there i’ve been savin’ up for. real spacious, real cheap. y’know. somethin’ decent we can handle the mortgage for with my salary. and the guy who owns it wanted to meet up anyway. so th’ timing worked out.”
“Sans—”
“it’s fine, doc. really. trust me. been doin’ this since i could remember,” And it is fine. The more you talk, the less he’ll hear. You’ll be fine, as long as you don’t let him speak. “listen, i’ll pack it all up when i clock out, i’ve got friends we can bunk with—”
“Absolutely not.”
“—i can make it work, but, uh, y’know, i’m sorry i—”
“Sans.” He squeezes your hand, tight. Your soul scales your throat and smothers your protests. “You’re staying in my apartment until the house is yours.”
You blink up at him, uncomprehending.
“Asgore rents the place out to me, as per our contract. I can assure you, you would not be imposing.”
Slowly, the words start to trickle in. Imposing. In his apartment.
He wants you to stay. With him. In his apartment.
“oh,” you say. Like an idiot.
“It’s fully stocked, and more than big enough to house you, your brother, and I.”
The mention of Papyrus is enough to get your thoughts moving again.
“wh— uh. hang on. slow down, doc. i can’t do that.” He doesn’t reply. You shake your head, even as some part of you starts to settle into the idea. A house, regular meals. Gaster sleeping in the neighboring room. “no, no, c’mon. i’m serious.”
“As am I.”
He is. And you hate that. You hate that he’s serious. 
You hate that you want him to be serious.
Now you can’t stop yourself from considering it. Your thoughts run ahead of you, wondering what you’d be able to do if you weren’t constantly worrying about food on the table or the roof overhead. What a relief it would be to have a stable home life, not in a few years, not in a few months, but now.
No more bed hopping, or borrowing clothes. No more stretches of time spent starving in dank alleyways.
No need to worry about transportation to the lab or to wherever Pap ends up staying during the work day.
And not just that, but someone to secure it for you. Someone you know for a fact won’t toss you out at the drop of a pin, who won’t hold it over your head, or pander ulterior motives. 
Someone who doesn’t think you’re a disgusting excuse for a monster.
It sounds too good to be true.
And to top it all off, here Gaster is, looking at you like he knows he’s offering you dinners and bedtimes and breakfasts and domestic things and stability and a normal life that you could never get on your own merit.
And the only objection you can think of is:
“doesn’t that break some sort of— i dunno, fraternization rule, or something?”
Gaster blinks down at you. You’re slightly relieved to see his expression change into something more familiar.
“We are a collective twenty steps away from an immense scientific discovery that could redefine the way we conceptualize reality itself,” he says, “and you’re worried about fraternization.”
Which, okay, that’s a little unfair.
“doc, we’re twenty steps away from an immense scientific discovery, and you wanna argue about where i sleep at night.”
He takes a breath to argue, then cants his head. “You have a point.”
“don’t i.”
“This can wait.”
“can’t it.”
“I suppose we should… get on with it.”
“uh-huh.” You swallow around the lump in your throat. “as soon as you let go of my hand.”
“Oh. Right. Yes.” He releases your hand a little sheepishly. Centuries, you have to remind yourself. “Apologies.”
“don’t sweat it.”
As soon as he starts moving, you turn heel and make a beeline for your office. 
You shut the door behind you and slide down the back of it until your knees hit your chest. Then you tuck your head between your legs and you breathe.
You’re fine. It’s fine. You just— you need a minute. Just a minute. In a few seconds, you’ll open your eyesockets, and you’ll be fine.
Alone. Safe.
Fine.
You open your eyes.
Your mess awaits you, splayed at your ankles. It spirals far into the room like an extension of yourself. You stare at it with the appropriate amount of disgust.
Strewn wrappers, unwashed laundry. Empty bottles and cans you planned to sell for a couple G apiece. You never left any of it out during the daytime before. Not where the stark laboratory overhead lights strip it of nighttime’s leniency. Right now, it’s all there, laid bare for the world to see.
It’s just things. Fabric and plastic and glass and other meaningless things. 
It is what it is, but it’s not. It’s more than that.
And you know, if it would’ve been Alphys, it would’ve been easier. Because you’re not ashamed of your situation. Really. It sucks, but it happens. You get that. She would get that. It’s just. You just didn’t want anyone to know. You didn’t want Gaster to know. 
You didn’t want Gaster to look at your things and see more than just quirks or weird habits. But he did. Almost too quickly. He saw right through you. 
You wouldn’t have pegged him for a monster who has fallen on hard times. Not like you have.
But it happens. You get that.
So…
So maybe you have less to worry about than you thought.
You swipe at your eyesockets and take to your feet. Either way, you shouldn’t dwell on it, not now. Not when you have work to do. 
...Not when you have three quantum theories to potentially disprove, what in Asgore’s name are you doing?
Your printer is just as you left it on your desk. You loop around the back of it, kicking a stray ketchup bottle out of your way, and take off the panel without a hitch.
No Mew Mew Kissy Cutie poster in sight. Small mercies. You plunge your hand into the printer’s depths.
“yahtzee,” you mutter under your breath, once you’re elbow-deep. 
Anticipation sneaks past your defenses, as you pull out the piece of paper touching your fingertips. Your shambles of a home life aside, this is a big moment. You should be enjoying it.
You shake out the page, flatten it against your desk, and quickly scour its contents.
...It’s Gaster’s notes. In his handwriting, scanned and copied and printed.
Unwittingly, you start to re-crumple the paper between your fingers. The mess in your office melts away, suddenly distant and small in comparison to the realization cresting your thoughts— the mantra ringing through your head over and over like the chiming of the Judgement Hall’s bells— 
He did it.
He was right.
Superposition, entanglement, personal observation— everything. He was right.
You don’t get the chance to bolt out of your office— he meets you at your door. You swing it open, blustered by the draft, and hold up Gaster’s notes. He starts laughing before you even see your experiment report in his hands.
“holy shit,” you breathe.
“Indeed.”
“holy shit.”
“I am treating both you and your brother to dinner tonight,” Gaster pants, slapping the report into your hands. “Until then, we can discuss a more suitable salary for your expenses. Come evening, we’ll pick up Papyrus…”
He keeps talking, but you can’t process a word of what he’s saying. It doesn’t occur to you that you probably just got a raise, or that you won’t be dumpster diving tonight, or even that you’ve somehow completely accepted the fact that you’ll be roommates with your boss for the foreseeable future.
None of it matters, because Gaster is grinning, eyesockets wide, breath stolen from wonder, his hands planted firmly on your shoulders. He looks barely in control of himself.
You can’t believe you thought he was beautiful before. You’ve never seen him look at you like this.
You don’t want him to stop.
Eventually, however, he realizes you aren’t listening to a word he’s saying. So he stops talking, rolls his eyelights, and abruptly turns around to lead the way back to his office.
You blink after his receding outline, still blinded by the afterimage of his expression. Something brushes your side, and you look down.
One of his conjured hands is clutching yours. The asymmetry of the grip is just as perfectly aligned as it was with his real hand. 
You give the mimic a squeeze. It squeezes back.
With one last look at the chaos of your office, you shut your door behind you and drift along in Gaster’s wake, smiling.
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darubyprincx · 2 years
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*thinks about something casually for more than fifteen minutes* oh god. it finally happened. my hyperfixation is back. batten down the hatches everyone haha here we go again im not gonna stop thinking about this for the next thrOH SHIT A DOG HELL YEAH WHOS A GOOD BOY *does not think about the thing again until i am reminded of it again* oh god. it finally happened. my hy
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golden-cackles · 3 years
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pls dni if you are/support/are neutral with: paraphiliac involving children and animals (this doesnt include pocd), proshipper/anti-anti/consang/condone or ship incest or pedophilia, transmed/truscum/exclusionist, terf/swerf/tehm/believe trans women arent women, anti mspec gays/lesbians, demonize personality disorders + believe "narcissistic abuse" is a thing, against neurogenders
i block on a case by case basis and i may give reason
i am a singlet so i do not have a place in discourse however i generally interact with people that are pro-endo and am myself.
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im pyrite or arson :] im an autistic autix masctint genderhoarder pronounhoarder white tme minor (main ones are hy/hym, meat/meats, bug/bugs, 🥩/🥩s, and 🧨/🧨s but i do use more) :] im a therian and a kinnie, my spotted hyena theriotype is the most persistent one :] just here to coin stuff occasionally
i have a special interest in neopronouns and hyperfixate frequently on mogai, i do take requests for neopronoun lists, gender lists (not coining), and name suggestions :D i will also occasionally do pronoun/name validation
feel free to ask if you need something trigger tagged :] i will try my best to remember to tag it if it ever pops up again
fools yipping is my talking tag
fools cackling is my coining/listing tag
fools whooping is my vague discourse/im frustrated but i dont wanna call it a vent tag
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examples of requests include:
do you know of any genders related to campfires, general coziness and guitars?
can i get pronouns related to rocks and fire?
can i get names related to minecraft and grunge aesthetics? do you mind also straying away from noun names?
my name is tyranno and i use dino/dinos, spike/spikes and roar/roars, i like paleontology, lizards and energy drinks :> can i get validation?
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please avoid requesting things related to s/teve/n un/iver/se
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