#the bagel writes

[tenpixelsusie]

What're some Brett HCs? :3

i'm the brett-meiser i see... like the snow meiser for brett hand

HEEHEEHOO <3 tw for food mentions??

- Brett can bake! when he moved off of his family's property in college, he had to learn to cook for himself (and his roomates) in a little rinky dink apartment off campus, and during that time, he learned how to make the most MOUTH WATERING chocolate chip cookies.

his secret? he paints melted butter onto them as soon as they're out of the oven. the cookies taste like heaven, and they always bring tears to anyone's eyes the first time they take a bite.

...he can also make a damn good lasagna. old recipe from the butlers and maids that raised him in the old hand manor.

- HE LOVESSS RPGs. especially ones where you can befriend the characters??? augh. lovely. perfect. his favorite in particular is the classic MOON RPG (y'know the one that toby fox got inspiration from when working on undertale? speaking of,)

he's also played the utdr games. he ABSOLUTELY cried at the true pacifist ending (i have a headcanon for andre that ties into this actually! he played ut bc of the sans memes back in 2016, then reccomended it to brett a couple years later.)

he's played deltarune OF COURSE. and his favorite characters were sweet cap'n cakes :-] (scc ties into my next thing heehee)

- H☆R fan!!! while he is- and always will be- a fan of almost exclusively 1980's media, he found joy in the homestar series back when it was in its early stages. his favorite character is strong bad! (and he really enjoyed scc in dr bc when they introduced themselves in game he was like "wow! just like homestar!" lol)

- OVERBITE!!! he has an overbite. he had to get braces to fix it in middle school, but it never fully went away.

- y'all've most likely heard his voice. he's got a bit of a southern twang to him (just like me a bit :3), and his parents made him go to speech therapy to get rid of it when it was a REALLY strong accent. but nothin' can keep a country boy down, amiright folks!?

...right?

...tough crowd.

- GREATEST PERSON TO HUG EVERRRR. he's got a lot of lovin' in his heart and a lot of it is expressed through physical affection and words of affirmation, both things he excels at! brett can give the most comfortable hugs in the galaxy, from a quick squeeze around the shoulders to a literal pick me up!...and spin around. and nuzzling cheek... hehe. (he actually made reagan fall asleep in the middle of one of them, so he kinda just carried her to her lab to snooze <3.)

- uses fidgets quite frequently, especially those rings that you twist <3 he's got a glittery one that he wears on his right ring finger and it works well for him. he uses chewlery as well and both of these things help him focus quite better than without.

- hmmmm hmmm... he loves to hum. humming is good. nice noise. he's got a groovy tune in his head at all times and he ain't afraid to show it! well- hum it, in this case.

- i like to think that if you messed up his hair all the way, he'd have kind of longer hair. that's how he had his mullet in the brettfast club episode...!

- mr bisexual... probably bi ace or bi aro. either way he swings! (personally i think he's arospec AND aspec. maybe demiro and demisexual (TOTALLY not making all my faves aro/arospec WHATTT. nooo.))

- unlike what'd you expect, he actually doesn't like milk chocolate! he prefers dark chocolate. richer taste, y'know (smthn smthn uhhh run and tell that from hairspray)

- HE CAN SEWWWW HE CAN SEW HE CAN SEW HE CAN SEW HE C-

brett can sew!!!! he repairs his and his friends' clothes a lot AND makes stuff too (cough cough. hand puppets and such)

- can also do makeup SO WELL. his goth phase really had some results... the guy knows how to do eyeliner. it's basically second nature for him.

- STIMS!!!! HE STIMS!!!! HE STIMS BY BOUNCING HIS LEG AND VOCALLY STIMSSSS. I KNOW THIS FOR A FACT.

- sleeps with a teddy bear. the guy likes cuddling. probably has on o' those those special ones that you can easily heat up in the microwave or dryer!!

- paints his nails on the occasion :)

that's!!!! mostly it!!!!

OH AND @niceysboy since i screenshotted your ask!

#the bagel writes #??? #i GUESS #asks? in my inbox? it's more likely than you think. #brett hand #inside job netflix #inside job headcanons #inside job headcanon #headcanon #headcanons

[bagelthatwrites]

Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 1: Unfortunate Mishaps

Summary: Reagan Ridley tries to be prepared for situations, but the job always manages to surprise her.

Especially when she's thrust into another universe, and stuck figuring out how to get back.

Fandoms: Undertale (2015), Inside Job (2021 Cartoon)

Notes: (thank you to my good friends @pastelkonpeito and @maddestmewmew for beta reading this chapter!! also another thank you to hen again for helping me improve the pacing !) Also this takes place briefly after part 2 of the show, and after the true pacifist ending of Undertale.

WARNINGS: blood mention, possibly death, also swearing

~~~

If you knew anything about Cognito’s head robotics scientist, it’s that she’s been on this job for over a decade.

The job came with many problems and risks, be it near death experiences, dealing with cover-ups and disappearing accidental witnesses, or nearly losing an appendage or two.

But out of everything Reagan Ridley’s done and been through, she didn’t think she would spend her last moments like this.

The machine had taken months to finish, endless all-nighters spent programming, and connecting wires, and checking and rechecking the blueprints to make it perfect. 

The companion watch took just a few weeks to properly sync to the shiny, new transporter… 

And it malfunctioned. And it took her with it.

~~~

It was a decently quiet night in the building, and the cool wind from outside somehow seeped its way through from the windows to the quite sizable space of Ridley Labs, though it never affected Reagan, as she was used to the drafty windows. Never got the damn things fixed.

Her best friend and co-team leader Brett Hand shivered, though, used to the rest of the building being room temperature. 

As Reagan installed the last few panels onto the transporter core, Brett took a minute to look around the lab again.

It was in its usual state, messy but somehow organized enough. Fitting for her, isn’t it?

“Alright, we’re almost ready.” She lifted the welding mask and switched off the propane torch, turning to him. “Brett, do you have the watch?” “Oh- yeah.” He handed her the device. “So… what does this do again?” “Were you even listening the first time?” She muttered, and waved her hand dismissively. “Well, the old teleporter was broken and out of date, so I took the liberty of building a new one. This one syncs to a watch- the one I’m holding here- to take the wearer to and from their destination. The machine serves to make sure that the watch works as intended, and to actually choose your destination.” She patted the machine, and put the wristwatch on, adjusting it.

“You’re here in case something happens to me.” She pointed to Brett, and walked back over, putting her hands on his shoulders. “...If I’m gonna be honest, you’re the only person in this place that I’d trust if anything happened to me.”

“Awww… Reags!” He smiled bright, pulling her into a tight hug. “Me too.”

“Put me down, you goober, or we won’t be able to start the experiment!” She laughed out and smacked at his arm.

He placed her back down and she turned to activate the machine and the watch. “Alright. I’ll start with a decent location… somewhere just outside of DC.” She pressed a few buttons on the machine.

“But… what if you can’t get back? You might have to walk for a while…” Brett commented. He widened his eyes. “OR! I could come and pick you up!” She snapped her fingers. “Exactly.” She presses a button on the watch.

“Alright.”

The transporter vrrrr’d to life, and its sounds echoed across the lab in a pleasant symphony of machinery.

“It’s working!!” Reagan couldn’t hide her excitement, her eyes lighting up as a smirk appeared on her face. “Brett, it’s working!”

Brett squealed in corresponding exhilaration as the watch lit up in unison.

The excitement of the pair was short-lived, as the wristwatch elicited short shocks.

“Shit.” Reagan struggled to get the watch off, as she felt the teleportation tech do its magic. “I can’t- shit, fuck, it’s stuck! I can’t get it-”

And she disappeared in a flash.

Brett’s phone buzzed, and the call was from…

…Reagan. He sighed in relief and clicked to accept the call, only to see a screen of white.

“Reagan????”

Reagan comes on screen, hair whipping in the wind (wind????????).

"Brett! Are y-ou getting this tr-ansmi-ssion!?" The audio and video were cutting out, but Brett nodded. 

"List-en to me! I d-on't know wh-er-e I am, but no m-atter WHAT, you have -to keep the m-achine running! I seem to- to h-ave gone to a- different area than intended-”

She pushed her hair out of her face and looked around, squinting in the foggy winter wonderland- if she remembered correctly… it was supposed to be… September.

Oh god.

“I-I.. I-’m th-ink in a di-ffere-nt uni-v-erse! And it's hailing b-" A piece of hail flew down and nailed the scientist right in the temple, causing her to fall over into the snow. 

"Reagan? REAGAN!?" Brett brought the screen closer. 

"Aw- SH-IT, I... there's sn-ow getting into the wa-tch a-nd I-" Reagan's eyes drooped slightly, and they both noticed blood dripping down her face from the deep cut, now very prominent on the side of her head. 

“Shit- Th-this is go-ing a lot w-or-se th-an I th-oug-ht it wo-uld! If I c-an get th-e wat-ch to-”

…She couldn’t…

Reagan felt herself getting weaker. There was blood dripping down into the snow now.

The situation was getting worse. The situation was unsolvable.

"...Brett... if I don't su-rvive this... I j- just want you to know that I'm sorry... for ev-eryth-ing. You w-ere a... a good fr-iend." Reagan felt herself getting more lightheaded, and the watch glitched and crackled as the weather worsened the condition. 

"Reagan, why are you apologizing..? Hey- no- listen, you'll come back, you'll be okay, I promise- REAGAN?" Brett teared up and clasped his hands worriedly. The transmission was almost lost. 

"...G-oodbye, Br-ett." The screen cut out as white overtook the transmission video, and the small screen finally displayed "SIGNAL LOST". 

"Reagan? REAGAN!" Brett called out, but no one answered. 

He felt his stomach twist.

…She…

…

He failed to keep himself stable on the edge of the desk, starting to slide down and sit on the floor.

His heart caught in his throat as he choked up, tears falling, the lab now dreadfully silent.

~~~

“Oh goodness…. Frisk! Get the first aid kit!”

#the bagel writes #somewhere sunrise begins another day (the dream fic) #my writing #writing #fanfic #inside job #inside job netflix #reagan ridley #brett hand #only tagging reagan and brett rn since they make up much of the chapter #OKAY. *CLAPS HANDS* I'VE GOT A LOT TO SAY AB THIS #so this idea came to me in a dream (two?)- literally #the original context was that undertale had a netflix show??? and i thought that was funny #i had the 2 dreams around... late november/early december #and i've been thinking about them SINCE #this is gonna be multi chapter but i still have to plan out the rest of it since i dont have much planned out rn #but reagan's eventually gonna interact with the ut characters just because #i didn't tag this ut but the next chapters will since they'll actually have the ut characters in it #also this isn't necessarily shippy but idc if you tag this as brett x reagan #i'm intending on leaving it ambiguous though #OKAY THAT'S ALL. BE UPON YEE!!!!!!!!!!

[sodasprites]

SexyMan sans

by me

"sans, hey!" sans Undertale hears a familiar voice and turns to see his lover,

Brett Hand from Inside Job, jogging up to him with a big smile on his face.

"hey babe." He goes to wave, only to be scooped up and spun around.

"Damn, I was on the edge of my seat!! For a second I thought that Reigen guy was gonna win... but then I saw the number go up on yours and I just...!!!!" He stops and laughs a bit before giving sans a squeeze and a kiss, then setting him down.

Suddenly, a crowd starts to form near the duo, causing the small sans to be swept away from his taller human boyfriend.

"A- I'll catch up with you, sans!" Brett reaches a hand out to the skeleton, who was now crowd surfing on fangirls.

...

Brett feels a tap on his back, and he turns around to see Nagito Komaeda from Dangarompa, with a mixed expression.

"Hey, Brett, right?" He starts.

"Uh- yes, Brett Hand!" Brett stands taller now, putting on his ''For The Approval'' stance.

Komaeda puts both hands on Brett's shoulders.

"...Take care of sans for me, alright?"

"...Of course I will." Brett smiles again, a genuine one. "I love him."

Komaeda lets go and chuckles; he turns away like he's in a movie and leaving the Sexyman Arena.

"woah dude, was that Nagito Komaeda? man we go way back, to the days of Kanye." sans is back with two hotdogs and a little white dog. Despite the writer's wording, the dog is not Toby Fox.

#I HATE THAT I CAN'T POST THIS ON MY WRITING BLOG YET...!!!! #i'll reblog this there tomorrow #my writing #sanssweep #SORRY. #sans x brett #brett hand #sans undertale #nagito komaeda #the bagel writes #inside job #inside job netflix #undertale #fanfiction #fanfic #take this cursed poem from me. take it and run like the wind.

[jeremy-hand]

do you have a certain scenario for you and mad scientist reagan?

WEH-HEH-HELL i'm glad you asked!!!!!

This gets REAL LONG. im so sorry i didn't mean to write a whole fucking FANFIC

Imagine: My s/i [andy] moves into a small strange town, ready for a new beginning.

there happens to be a house on top of a hill on the mere outskirts... townsfolk talk of an old man and his adult daughter who live there. the old man is a scientist, and the daughter follows in his career path.

One day, there's news that the man? is either DEAD or kicked out! the girl now lives there alone, taking on his old job, BUT!! she needs an assistant...

So!!!!! Andy approaches the house cautiously, slighty shaking out of both nervousness and excitement.

He goes to knock on the door... and it creaks open on its own. There's a poster on the inside of the door reading "Here for assistant position: top floor, last door down."

And yet ascending the stairs, they can't help but feel a little more than nervousness bubbling up in her.

They open the door to see a decently sized lab, and a woman in a long labcoat with her back turned working on something.

Andy knocks on the wall, startling the scientist, and she whips around.

She has a long burn scar reaching from eye to neck on her left side, and from andy's point of view, the ends of her very messy hair seem to be.. burnt? Her ears are strangely pointy...

She has deep eyebags, as if she hasn't slept in days. She wears green tinted glasses and an unreadable expression.

"You're the only person who's shown up." Her voice is slightly scratchy.

Andy scratches her neck. "So, eh... does that mean I get the job?"

The scientist takes off her goggles and rubs her temple. "You'll have two trial weeks. That will determine your future in the position of lab assistant." She puts her goggles on the table beside her. "Ah- shit- sorry, I meant to introduce myself." Reagan relaxes her stance and leans on the lab table. "I'm Reagan Ridley (Doctor Ridley was my father), and you aaaaaaaaaare????"

"Oh- um- Andy Sally, ma'am." Andy crosses his arms. "So. When do I start?"

"Eh, let's say... about tomorrow."

#📧 you've got mail! #the bagel writes #s/i: andy sally #listened to the phantom of the opera when writing this..... lol #SORRY. I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT HER <3 #science assistant au #🧪 ridley.romcom

[saltydumplings]

Prompt #67

"You are my hero. Mine. If I say that you are perfect then that is exactly what you are...understood?"

"Villain, I--"

"What are you?" the villain cut them off.

The hero looked up at them with wide eyes. "I...b-but I'm not--"

"What are you?"

A beat.

"...Perfect," the hero conceded.

"Again."

"I am perfect."

The villain smiled down at them. They caught the hero's jaw with one hand, holding them captive with the slightest touch. "Of course you are, love. You above all people should know that I would never settle for anything less..."

#this came to me whilst toasting a bagel #it was a good bagel #writing prompt #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain #hero x villain #writeblr #hero #villain

[coffeeghoulie]

Mushy May Day 2: Late Night Snacks

Cirrus and Swiss share a moment while everyone else is asleep.

Mushy May put together by @forlorn-crows <3

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Cirrus yawns as she leans heavily on the edge of the kitchen sink, the light low and yellow as she turns down the dimmer. The cold ceramic tile under her feet is enough to keep her awake, alongside the growl in her stomach.

She waits for the toaster, the heating elements glowing a bright orange that almost remind her of Dewdrop's eyes when he gets upset. Cirrus plays with the end of the ties on her sweatpants, willing herself not to jump when the toaster pops, but fails anyways, laughing softly at herself as she collects the two halves of her everything bagel on a paper plate.

"Evenin', whisp," an easy voice filters into the kitchen, and Cirrus jumps higher than she did when the toaster popped.

"Swiss," she gasps, laughing with a hand over her chest. "Quit being so damn quiet."

He smiles, scratching idly at his stomach as he moves over to one of the cabinets, bare chested and barefoot. "Where's the fun in that?" he teases, reaching up for the bulk jar of trail mix on the top shelf. Cirrus watches appreciatively as the muscles in his back flex as he stretches.

Cirrus grins, turning away from him to fish a butter knife from the drawer. "Can't sleep?"

"I don't know how many times you've spent the night with them," Swiss says, tossing a handful of dried fruit and nuts into his mouth. "But damn, the little bug can snore. And then I was hungry, so here I am."

She smiles over her shoulder at him, flashing him with sharp teeth before. "Same boat. At least, the hungry part, not the snoring. You know Cue doesn't snore."

Swiss snorts, picking out a cashew with his claws. "Nah, she doesn't. A real angel, isn't she? At least, as close as we get."

"You've got that right." Cirrus hums, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear as she grabs the container of soft goat cheese from the fridge, the stuff that Mountain brings in from the Abbey's goat herd. "Could you be a dear and grab the honey jar for me, switchblade?"

He doesn't answer, but sets the trail mix down to root in the cupboards again.

"Thanks," she says, smearing the goat cheese over her bagel, the knife scraping over the crispy, toasted sides. Swiss passes her the honey and a spoon, even without her asking, and she flashes him a smile in thanks.

The cheese melts over the bagel, enough to get soft and spreadable, and Cirrus drizzles a little honey over each half.

"That looks good," Swiss says through a mouthful of peanuts and almonds. "I should try that next time."

Wordlessly, Cirrus takes half of her bagel and holds it out, not looking up at him as she finishes putting honey on the other half, closing the jar one handed. "Wanna bite?"

"You're too sweet, whisp," Swiss says, swallowing the trail mix with a dramatic gulp. Some of the honey's started to drip off of the edge, getting her fingers sticky. Cirrus jolts as she feels something hot and wet, turning to catch Swiss's mischievous gaze as he licks the dripping honey.

She rolls her eyes, but she matches his grin as he takes a bite.

"Shit, that's good," he says with his mouth full. Cirrus takes a bite next to where he did, letting her eyes shut as she eats, the goat cheese tangy on her tongue.

"Mhm," she agrees, chewing. There's a rustle as Swiss shoves his hand back into the trail mix jar. She knows without opening her eyes that he's picking out a handful of M+Ms.

They stand there in near silence, just existing together as they eat. Cirrus sways slightly, the feathered tuft of her tail brushing against the tile. "M+M me?" Cirrus asks, brushing a few crumbs and sesame seeds from her tanktop.

Swiss's mouth quirks up in a smirk, and he tosses her a blue one. She catches it and pops it in her mouth before she turns to put the goat cheese back in the fridge, her paper plate in the garbage. "Thank you, switchblade."

"For you, whisp? Anything," he says, batting his eyes as he downs his handful of candy. "Swear to the father below these get so much better when they're in trail mix."

"It's the salt," Cirrus yawns, stretching until something in her back pops like a glow stick. Swiss groans in sympathy, turning to close the trail mix jar and put it back on the top shelf.

"Yeah, that's probably it," he says, shutting the cabinet door. "I'm heading back to bed, Cir. Get some sleep?"

Cirrus smiles, running her fingers through her hair. "That's the plan, I need to get back in bed before Cue wakes up. Don't like her waking up alone."

Swiss takes a deep breath. "I get it. I'm the same way about the bug."

Cirrus steps to leave the kitchen, but then there's a big hand curling gently around her bicep, and she lets herself be pulled gently into the multighoul's arms. "Good night, whisp," Swiss says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiles. "Good night, switchblade."

#the goat cheese honey everything bagel is actually god tier i 100% recommend #mushy may 2024 #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #dot's writing

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 21

This past winter, Geralt grabbed a tower of books from the library and holed himself up in his room for practically the entire season. Eskel walks in one night, intent on just checking in on his brother, only to poke around and find that every book that Geralt is painstakingly studying is medical books, from how to deal with a sore throat to the most rarest of diseases. Eskel asks Geralt why he needs to know all of this, worried Geralt might be losing his mutagen-induced healing factor?! Is he getting sick!? Are his wounds not healing over time!? Oh GODS! Oh nvm- Geralt says he's fine :) He's reading all of this because... He met a human bard he wants to keep safe? Odd... Especially for Geralt... But whatever makes his brother happy! I just want a scene after some nice gay brotherly teasing that's like "Ow- Oh no.. Geralt, my arm was scratched by a branch. Hold on, I need to-" And geralt is like FROTHING and is like "WE NEED BANDAGES, THREAD, A NEEDLE, DISINFECTANT, NUMBING SOLUTION, AND I KNOW FOURTEEN DIFFERENT NATURALLY MADE POULTICES I CAN MAKE, AND I KNOW A HELPFUL SPELL A HEDGEWITCH CAN CAST AND-" "It's just a scratch, Gera-" "SHIT, SIT DOWN, I GOTTA FIX MY HUMAN BEFORE HE DIES AND I LOSE ONE OF THE ONLY GOOD THINGS IN MY LIFE"

#fanfiction prompts #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #geraskier #witcher fanfiction #the witcher #geralt loves his bard! #writing prompts #requited unrequited love #friends to lovers #Worried Geralt #protective geralt #good husband geralt #I STAYED UP REALLY LATE READING FANFIC SORRY IF THIS IS SHIT #Also my best friend randomly found this account (i told him about it without any censorship and made no attempt to hide it at all) #so everyone say hi to him #yeah thats right #i see you there you gay fuck #I KNOW YOURE HERE #READING THIS SHIT #HOW ABOUT YOU ANSWER MY TEXTS AND PLAY BALDURS GATE WITH ME ALREADY? #gonna eat some bagels and pass teh fuck out #its 430 am and usually yk i am chilling lik ea villain at tis tme of night but tonight i am the very tired gorl #gorl (?) #i am a “gorl” but deep down #I am a ball of gas with thousands of eyes and wings that makes a low ominous humming noise and vultures follow #i am LOOKING at you with my EYES #I just think geralt could love his bard a little and his bard could find it sweet (and maybe a little exasperating)

[jamespottersmixtape]

good morning to anyone who thinks barty and evan kiss hope ur day is going well

finals are about to drag me to hell and back for three days so let’s hope and pray for my sanity

#anyone else? #uhh.. morning ig #eating a bagel in the dining hall and it’s like a 6/10 #I have approximately 3 essays to write #in 3 days #everything’s going great btw

[oatbugs]

procrastination is starting to have its consequences finally

#on my friends living room floor they love together but one of them has been london for weeks or maybe months #to be with her love. im on a foam mattress from one of their beds next to a glass bottle of water opened by one of them #in a mug given to me by another. the weather felt like my childhood today and it also felt like 2 years ago. #(put space in the heavens Einstein's idea and hes your friend too so nothing to fear) around the table they drank and laughed and i thought #i hope you keep growing so full with the love you receive . i hope your appetite becomes insatiable from how used to it you are #and i know youre all leaving soon but i hope one day you miss this and that youll be happy you miss it #its worth missing i think #i thought he didnt care but he said after exams hes going walk around this area over and over #(this is near where he lived and where we visited almost daily for a year) #(hed come across the bridge on a lake) #we went where she used to live and at the entrance a fox sat calmly. it just yawned and stared. #it felt important somehow. i think maybe their impressions of me will never be close to how i feel inside but i think #i love them enough for that not to matter. i dont think theyll ever know this. i dont think if they did it would change much. #and seeing them smile makes my heart glow anyway. today i tried their malaysian tea the ginger burned my throat #they warmed my heart. hes going to canada soon and hes going to the US soon and shes going everywhere soon ill never understand #how were supposed to live with memories and with seperation and with the past but we do it anyway so i think it doesnt matter much #i wanted to write a poem for the lab rats with the fibre optic wires lit with blue forcing them to turn around and around #something about how im sorry that the two photon arrays burned the inside of your brain. im sorry about the sharp points of multielectrode #arrayes. im sorry about everything we do to you. she asked to see me tomorrow. im trying to have self control but i miss her so awfully #last night my friend talked to me and i updated on everything that happened with love and the lack of it and she just started laughing #and she told me about the same thing from her side. and she told me about how she loved london because she would walk the streets #and she felt like the people were her. and her eyes would go over the people and the bag of bagels and the construction men they probably #have a kid at home maybe shes a daughter. this kid is crying for her mother and the building you just walked past caused #blisters and pain and people died in it and very likely people were born in it. we talked for hours and i felt like #i was holding her hand just like that time she held mine watching a horror film. i love her so much #my friend is a genius and i remember her picking up the charms of my phone and staring at the leaf hanging from them. shes side stepping to #music drinking dangerous cider and cocktails from a movie and chit chatting with billionaires and undergrads #i love her dearly. his head covered in electrodes. she tells me about a syrian guy shes in love with and she says #what you feel and what i feel is like cocaine. ive tried a lot of fucking cocaine. #she says ive reminded her of what living actually feels like and to never put energy into someone who doesnt see me this way.

[vavandeveresfan]

When I have Writer's Block.

#writblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #writers of tumblr #writers on ao3 #writer's block #writers block #stuck #coffee #caffeine #writing fuel #writer #writers #writing problems #writer problems #pancakes #waffles #Pop-Tarts #bagel with cream cheese #Cap'N Crunch with Crunchberries #writing meme #writing memes #queue

[skelebagels]

@didderd's tags on this post ;3 oh boy a reason to word doodle

cw: death, violence, cannibalism, general horror-tale awfulness

Scar's home was very obvious in its decay. The underground didn't feel right, smell right, and it was so quiet. A universe of horrors that has been left to rot away for a while. Long enough for the magic to taint and sour, leaving dust - liquid and particulate - to gather slowly from a decomposing monster instead of vanishing the corpse in an instance.

It gave the others more opportunity for survival.

As a result its extremely obvious to those in the vicinity when a monster so full of life suddenly appears. Scar is one of the first to stalk his way to Snaps and investigate the succulent smell of heavy magic.

He's a little surprised when he sees a skeleton monster, but not one he recognizes. Not that he is personally familiar with the local bone boys. His body shivers and jitters from where he hides and stalks from a distance.

He's so hungry. The sharp heat of magic is already filling his mouth and coloring his jaw while his vision narrows on the possible prey. Hungry but its bones and theres something thats distracting him. Hungry but its bones, distraction, hungry, bones.

Bones have marrow...

He claws at the stitches running up the left side of his scalp, pestering the wound thats never fully healed.

He could break the bones and eat the marrow.

He had to duck and fall back some distance when his ears caught a starving snarl and realized it was from himself.

There was... Something smelled heavy of magic.

Scars mind didn't focus anymore, not really. It easily fell into cycles, forgetting the previous until something sparked in him and led to frustration and aggression.

But when it was a hunt...

Bones smelled heavy of magic. Dogs liked bones.

Wait.

He will wait.

His breathing and the jittering of his body eases, his body relaxing into a predatory stalk. The absent thought of 'at least the trap is nice to look at' flutters through his mind and is quickly swept up in the cyclical torrent.

His ear flicks at a distant disruption and he moves soundlessly into place.

Its a nameless dog monster, fur mangy, patchy, matted, and eyes crazed. It pops out of the brush to attack Snaps driven mad by their desperate hunger even if they stood no chance against the skeletal monster.

A chance they don't even get to roll.

The instant they make their move, Scar makes his. Lunging from the brush, landing on their back to then scale twistingly with fangs and claws. There's only a moment of fight between the two until Scar's legs are secure around the desperate dog's neck and a deep ruddy glow of magenta magic ignites in his hand.

The dog monster drops with a dripping rapier piercing through their skull. Scars tail cracking behind him. He doesn't even look at Snaps before he's tearing into the other monster's throat, desperate to insure his kill and also for the fresh warm meat.

#i uh #._. sorry i went a little ham #horror kelek #scar kelek #snaps sans #horrortale au #skelekins writes #dlkfjsf im doing this on bagels idk why #sdfsdf #I DIDNT MEAN TO GO SO HAM #i was initally just going to have it be more of his cyclical thinking #but then those words didnt return to me and this happened #sdjflsjf

[tenpixelsusie]

Papyrus' alarm beeps and beeps, and Papyrus sprints to turn it off. Today's the day! He turned to his nightstand to grab his trusty... I mean. He looked in the closet for his...

huh.

In his attack box? No?

His computer??? NO??

UNDER HIS BED??????? NOOOOO????????

Where is it!? Where is his trusty orange scarf!!

"OH SHIT!..."

His scarf was gone. He surely placed it SOMEWHERE IN THE HOUSE!?

This isn't possible. Surely, he remembers bringing it home.

He sped around the house looking.

Not under the sink.

Not in the fridge.

Not in or on the pristinely clean couch. Surely not in sans' room. N... no...t...

"WAIT A FUCKING SECOND."

He felt around his neck.

His. His scarf. Is right there. His scarf!!

How. How. HOW could he have forgotten!!

The Great Pristine Papyrus never takes his scarf off!!

Silly him.

#no drawing this year sorry!!! #i still cant draw paps for shit and i dont want to put in the effort to do so ♥ art block :( #this is kinda out of character but im projecting my experiences w/ adhd onto him teehee <3 #letpapyrussayfuck #safeutdr #the bagel writes #drabble #papyrus undertale

[bagelthatwrites]

Somewhere Sunrise (Begins Another Day)

Chapter 2 - Snowed In in... Not Snowdin.

Fandoms: Undertale, Inside Job

(AO3 Link Coming Soon!)

NOTES: thank you to @maddestmewmew and @hoodie-prince-kid for beta-reading this chapter! hoo boy. this one took some elbow grease... considering i haven't written the undertale characters in a while. they're fun to write, but matching their energy is... hard. nonetheless, hope you enjoy!

~~~

Snowdin didn't have half as bad storms as this one, Papyrus had noted.

The windows had been partially spared from the wrath of the winter wonderland-esque storm, allowing him and Frisk to sit and observe on the cold winter evening, peering curiously through the window.

The snow and hail had made a blindingly white blanket across the front of the house and sprinkled the trees at the edge of the wood, creating a familiar atmosphere much like his underground home.

His brother, sans, was napping (again) so he didn't join the two in the living area, instead bunking away in his small bedroom, which they both had noted resembled the one back in Mt. Ebbot to a tee, even the infamous trash tornado sitting precisely in the exact same corner.

The tall skeleton filled his head with thoughts and monologues about the winterti-

…What's that…? Near the edge of the wood, just a few steps into the yard…?

He squinted… as a form appeared in the wind…, falling over into the snow…

And coloring it red.

He leaned more into the window to try and make out a silhouette, but of course the snowy atmosphere made it difficult to see, but he could make out a few details… checking his mental list…

A human?

"FRISK. IS IT NORMAL FOR HUMANS TO BLEED EXCESSIVELY?"

Frisk tilted their head, raising an eyebrow.

Papyrus pointed out the window to let the small human make their assessment.

•○●~~~●○•

"MOOOOOM, THERE'S A DEAD OLD LADY NEAR OUR FRONT YARD!" 

Frisk took off upstairs in a flash, sliding across the wooden floors like they were roller skating, except in their socks.

They narrowly dodged their dunkle sans down the second floor hallway, lost in the rush of getting to the goat woman!

"MOOOM!" They yelled once again!

…Toriel exited her bedroom and took her reading glasses off, cleaning them on the fabric of her collared shirt. "Frisk, my child, what's- oh!" They slid across the floor and crashed into her, the adrenaline gone now.

The 11 year old plopped down on the floor with an oomph.

"There's someone in the front yard!"

"What!?"

They jumped up and grabbed her paw to drag her downstairs.

"I'm not really sure that they're dead, but they looked pretty dead."

"Oh- oh, I see, I see…" She attempted to catch up to them.

"QUEEN TORIEL-" 

"Just Toriel-" 

"-THERE SEEMS TO BE A SITUATION! IN THE YARD!"

"I heard, Papyrus-"

"Look!" The tiny human pointed out the window.

"Frisk, there's too much snow to see-... OH DEAR ANGEL."

They were right. But…

It would be inhumane to just… leave someone out there like that.

…Hm.

~~~

Toriel closed the door shut with her hind paw. "Frisk, grab the first aid kit."

"Mom, is that-"

"They're not dead, just unconscious." 

In her arms, she held a human woman, who had a very noticeable gash on the side of her head. 

"OH DEAR… I WILL GRAB SOME… BLANKETS FOR OUR GUEST! SURELY WITH MY ASSISTANCE, THEY'LL STAY WARM! …COME ALONG, HUMAN FRISK!" Papyrus scooped up the child and rushed off with a nyeh heh!.

Toriel returned her attention to the unfamiliar person and eyes the gash. "How could someone have…"

…Hm.

How does someone just… appear, in a storm? Did she come from the woods near the mountain?? Do humans even live near the mountain???

...

The scenario brought up too many questions to handle.

Toriel set her down on the couch, causing her to stir just a bit…

"WE RETURN FROM OUR ENDEAVORS!" Papyrus announces, letting the blankets tumble onto the couch with a loud flomp!. "VIOLA."

"Oh! Thank you Papyrus."

Frisk pulled out the first aid kit, letting their mother get to work patching up the gash.

~~~

The house felt uneasy that night.

Toriel shifted on her spot on the couch, looking up from her book at the newest addition to the house.

The human still hadn’t woken up.

"...It's getting quite late, is it not? We should all be getting some rest." 

"But what about-"

"I'll stay here in the living room tonight." She assured Frisk. “Off to bed, my child."

~~~

Let’s hope the blizzard calms down soon for our characters.

What? The new human…? You want to know if the human wakes up NOW?

We’ll see. We’ll see.

After all, if she didn’t…

…we wouldn’t have a story, now would we?

#the bagel writes #my writing #writing #fanfic #undertale #inside job #inside job netflix #toriel undertale #frisk undertale #papyrus undertale #somewhere sunrise begins another day (the dream fic) #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I HOPE THIS ISN'T OUT OF CHARACTER. MY 6/7 YEARS OF OBSESSION WITH THIS GAME WOULD ALL!! GO!! TO WASTE!! #...now where's my dunkle sans truthers. #that was a thing back in 2016 ish i think. the dad-uncle headcanon for sans. i loved it so much and i still love it to this day. fambly :] #why am i talking about this? he's barely in this chapter. idk whatever #also toriel being strong truther 💪💪 i love women #i know i don't exactly describe anyone's appearance in this fic that much but just so you know- #reagan has grey hairs from stress. and frisk has silly socks and overalls. that's the most important details that change- #from their canon appearances. okay? #ALSO: i hope i did toriel justice here she is so important to me okay #she's more than ''motherly character'' and i hope to convey her less appreciated traits when i write her in this fic and in future fics #frisk calling reagan old lady. isn't your mother centuries old. #anyways i'm a little afraid to upload this to ao3 incase i get brutally bullied but at this point? i don't give a shit!! this is the- #most fun i've had writing a fanfic in... a WHILE. lol #also if you don't know ij and ur reading this fic and considering watching it: i don't really recommend it BUT it's a good show i swear #i've seen a lotta ppl say it pulls off its core concept well with little bigotry and (imo) succeeds in satirization AND story alike #BUT it's still an adult cartoon (a netflix one at that) and it still has it's Moments[TM]- y'know? #also i hope you can get the gist of character personalities without having consumed one or the other source material too #like if you haven't played undertale i hope you feel like you can understand the dynamics and interactions between canon characters #and if you haven't watched inside job i hope you can feel the same

[aliteral-ghost]

“Thanks so much for the help,” Gem says, slamming the hood of her car shut. Grian hops out from behind the wheel of his roommate's car and nods. “You’re a lifesaver, we wouldn’t have been able to go to work or anything without this!”

“Oh, it was no trouble,” Their neighbor, Cleo, says. She’s a little bit creepy, but also the only one Gem sees out on a day to day basis or has even spoken to at all. “It’s not often when my skills are needed.”

“What can we do to repay you?” Grian asks.

“Oh, just your firstborn child.”

He laughs, but it falls short when her expression doesn’t change. “Oh. You’re serious.”

“I am.” Cleo cackles. “I’ll be back, dearies.” Gem and Grian exchange shocked glances as she walks away.

“Does she know we’re not…?” Gem asks slowly. Grian shrugs, mouth still wide open.

A year later they’re still roommates in the same apartment (leases worked out, jobs stayed the same) and there’s a knock at the door. It’s Cleo. “Your child. Now.”

“Uhhh…” Gem says, looking around. “We have a cat?” Cleo laughs and claps her hands.

“A cat? Oh, perfect, perfect! I hate children!” Grian walks to the door, hoisting the orange cat high.

“This is Bagel, he likes committing crimes and eating plants.”

#hermitcraft #grian #geminitay #zombiecleo #and the cat named bagel #this came to me after seeing that one clip of cleo and gem talking about the sniffer babies #i was like what is the dumbest thing i can write in which cleo takes their firstborn #turns out it's this

[jeremy-hand]

🍄

🍄- any fun stories from the season? silly fall memories? tell one!

[Kate (F)]

"Yeah, actually!! Me, Chess and Chrissy, we have this tradition, every fall, where we go get fresh hot apple cider at the local cafe, and we watch horror movies. This year, it's just gonna be me and the cuz, I guess (unless they convince Eva to go, idk?)

One time though, when we were all in middle school, we went to this fall thing, and while Chrissy was so sure they wouldn't win anything, they won this giant teddy bear at a carnival booth, taller than me!

We also got some caramel apples too.

This year... I think we'll go back. Chess loved it, and I think Eva will too."

#kate tag tbd #reymond.txt #the bagel writes #📧 you've got mail! #OK YAY YIPPEE ^_^ #🎮 answers #srry if this is ooc. im tired #BTW chrissy is my watt s/i :]

[bluberriemuffin]

ties

dazai x reader, 1.2k words

warnings: pm! dazai, illegal gambling, it’s suggestive for like. a second, bagel knows nothing about gambling, no capitalization, it’s actually super soft so the only real warning is bagel’s maiden voyage into posting bsd fanfiction, @seisitive is the only reason this exists so thank her. or blame her idk

synopsis: you are very frazzled with work and dazai finds this endlessly endearing. happy birthday dazai :)

a day that had you pacing the length of your office before noon was infrequent, considering your profession. infrequency, however, seemed to be a theme as you looked over the documents you’d laid out around your office. the room, containing your desk and the armchair it really shouldn’t fit, starts to spin slowly as you shed your sweater. the room seems smaller than before, and the armchair taunts you as a certain someone- the person who’d gifted you said chair- swings his feet from where he’s perched on your desk. why the hell did he bother, then, you muse.

you contemplate the scene before you as you throw the sweater onto the empty seat. the heat from your constant movement and the stress of the situation is dizzying as you heave a sigh and fix the sleeves of your button down, placing a hand over your face as you shake your head, trying to activate the thoughts like using an aerosol can.

the problem with the records you’d been having was consistent enough to no longer be a mistake, at least a sure marker of incompetence if not malintent. your colleagues couldn’t seem to care enough about the numbers that didn’t add up or the payouts for odds that shouldn’t have been set. for you however, this was another fire to put out.

“the odds were 37 to 1,” you huffed out. “and no one’s told me who’s set them that way.”

“mm,” dazai hums, merely letting you know he’s listening.

you pace back toward him, noticing his tie is crooked. veering off course, you put a hand on his shoulder before buttoning up the top button and readjusting his tie tight to his neck. his hands come up to rest against your hips as his face tilts up to catch yours. noses brushing, you stare at his sole eye, softened only for you, as you let go of his tie and walk out of his arms before turning on your heel to move back toward the desk.

you make it past the desk another time before returning to dazai’s side, hand curling around the tie once more and tugging it back from its loosened state. pausing to sigh, your eyes seem to see through dazai, instead focused somewhere else. dazai pulls on your sleeve. eyes snapping down, you kiss his pout away, practically reflexive as he smiles again.

“they don’t seem concerned at all,” you breathe, dejected. “i’m the only one.”

dazai is uninterested as he leans into your hand and face like a cat waiting to be pet. he makes another noncommittal sound.

tearing yourself away from him, a louder whine from dazai sounds as you walk around the desk to shift through the various papers. you see him move and in the corner of your eye and hear a rustle of fabric before he turns to you, eye focused on your face.

“y/n,” he tries, voice drawing out the sound to catch your attention. he’d been unhelpful so far, the way he knew you preferred. he had strict instruction from you to keep well out of your business unless it pertained to his work as well. “how much longer are you gonna be?”

your eye twitched. “i’ve only been at this an hour or so,” you looked up at him, hands reaching out to rebutton his shirt. “i’m looking at these until they make sense.” you say under your breath, finishing tying his tie from where it had laid undone on his shoulders.

you looked at your hands. hadn’t you just tied his tie? shaking your head once more, you walk back out into the small space between your desk and the door, taking notes of what transactions were logged with what dates in accordance to the accounts.

dazai laid out on your desk, pushing papers out of the way. he sighed, loudly, which you pointedly ignored. he sighed again, more of a huff as you bent and started sorting pages into subsections of employee and event.

“do you think i’m missing documents?” you asked, brows furrowed in genuine concern. dazai poked his head up to look at you, seemingly assessing the nature of your question; if you wanted a response. he sat up, kicking his legs once more before popping off the desk and kneeling next to you.

hand over your chin, you rearrange the piles. reaching out again, dazai intercepts your hands and brings it to his tie, where you absentmindedly tighten it, still looking at the values on the slips in front of you. he puts your hand on his cheek, holding it to his face as he kisses your palm. with this, you turn your head to him, finding him looking at you. he brings his hand down to his tie, tugging it down and-

“hey!” you startle. “have you- have you been doing that the whole time?”

he laughs, nuzzling into your hand more. “it took you forever to notice,” he says into your palm. “i was wondering if you were going to let me die from deprivation.”

“dramatic,” you complain, taking his collar in your free hand and pulling him into a kiss. he makes a happy noise against your lips and lets go of your hand to pull you closer to him by the waist. he guides you onto his lap, taking your hand and beginning to lead it down. you start to pull back until he veers it to the side, into a blazer pocket, where your hand closes around folded sheets of printer paper.

pulling back, you stare into his eye. he looks rather content for someone who’d just taken years off your life. you push his chest away, getting up and dusting yourself off, wiping your lips while you’re at it to hear his indignant whine. you mutter under your breath that you wished you couldn’t believe this. gathering all the documents and sitting at your desk, you start to piece everything together correctly.

he’s still sitting happily on the floor, waiting for you as you confirm everything was there.

“get out,” your voice is flat and pointed.

“i’ll meet you at the usual place for lunch?” he was gleeful as he got to his feet, taking his coat from underneath your sweater on the chair.

“no, get out,” you repeated, head turned though he could surely hear the smile in your voice.

“too cruel!” he mopes, opening the door. “i’ll see you later, my love.”

the room is quiet again. running your hand over the back of your neck, you come into contact with the silky fabric of his tie. you heave one last sigh, wrapping the tie around your hand. finally, you abandon the documents, picking up your sweater as you follow him, locking the door on your way out.

#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #bsd fanfic #haha. ha. #dazai happy birthday baby girl #me writing about type A!reader?? it’s more likely than you think #bagel writes bites