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noroalia · 3 years
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What’s wrong op? <:(
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i dont remember what I posted to warrant an ask like this
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oriigirii · 3 years
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Streamer MC headcannons with the brothers 💞
"You were quite a known face on social media back in the human realm, playing games, doing unboxings, just vibin in general, fans around the globe looked forward to your streams a lot! However, considering the sudden (unannounced) invitation to the exchange program, you had to leave all of that behind out of the blue. It wasn't as bad at first, but you have to admit you do miss the feeling of being able to do goofy shit online. Luckily for you, with the advance technology of Devildom and some spicy magic, the internet had synced with the human realm, and thats when you decided to finally re-enter the streaming scene. How will the brothers react upon seeing your peculiar past time?"
Head empty, No thoughts aside from the brothers just bothering the MC while they stream so here you go haha
Warnings: None, just crackhead energy and a lotta mispellings
Gender: Neutral!
Hotel: Trivago
* [ ಠ╭╮ಠ ] Lucifer *
{How did he know about your career?}
I honestly don't see him as someone who goes on the internet a lot
(He screams boomer to me, change my mind)
He doesn't have the time either, he's too focused on work!
So him finding out is gonna take a while
But! He did find out the hard way when shrilled screaming was heard from your room when he was passing by with some paper stacks in his arms (courtesy of Diavolo)
This man felt his instincts kick in, he ran as fast as he could, papers forgotten, and he immediately slammed your door open. Splinters scattering around, your door definitely damaged, as his eyes held a glare and his demon form was out, wings spread in a threatening display.
He was ready to beat someone's ass as he had thought someone had hurt you in here.
But all hes met with is you, infront of your chair and PC, and a game over on the screen...
To say he was unamused was an understatement cause you just lost your internet priviliges for giving him a heart attack (He said it was because you were being rowdy and noisy but with what you saw you knew that wasn't the case)
Good luck tryna puppy-eye your way to his heart to let you continue streaming lol.
If by some miracle you managed to wriggle your rights back from his hands, he'd warn you not to be so loud next time.
You already learnt your lesson though~ (Hopefully)
{How does he feel about your streams?}
Not everyone's the same, so if you were the shy soft streamer who does more art streams or something akin to a podcast, you can bet that Lucifer will be putting you on while he works, he kinda knows your streaming schedule at this point and if you were running late, he'd force one of his brothers to take over your dish washing duties or any chores you were stuck with
If you were the loud obnoxious meme type, hed still try to watch out of curiosity, and as much as he appreciates that you were getting comfortable here in Devildom with how you laugh and joke around, he still can't approve of it. Its too loud, its much like his brothers energy and he has enough of that already, so he probably doesn't watch as much.
He has countlessly came to your room to shush you and at this point your fans had made a compilation of each time Lucifer had barged in to tell you off
Look he likes it when you scream, but not when hes in the middle of work okay--
At this point, chat has deemed Lucifer as dad and you as their mom/dad.
If he ever catches wind of this he'd definitely be teasing you in private for centuries to come.
Overall fine with it, as long as don't do something stupid on stream.
* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Mammon*
{How did he know about your career?}
I would say he found out by him crashing into your streams midway but that's too predictable, hence why you've Mammon-proofed your bedroom during streaming hours!
Thanks to our wizard daddy, you have managed to cast a simple lock spell on your door and as well as a sound proofing
You love your broke idiot, but you did wanna keep the tone of your stream today a bit more chill, you wanted to have a proper Q&A with your fans to hopefully clear any bad vibes around your 3 month disappearance.
When Mammon has learnt your door was locked he definitely was a bit pissy, he knocked on your door loudly even and was calling out for you to let him in, but to no avail.
Bro he's scared.
He usually was allowed to enter, and you usually answered if you did need to be left alone for a bit, so just leaving him hanging got his mind racing and he had to press up his ear on the wooden door to try and hear if you were okay
When this continues on he finally resorts to getting help, but the only one in the house ws Levi, so he kicks down HIS door.
Levi boutta summon Lotan for interrupting him honestly
But as Mammon exclaim you weren't answering and he worried for your wellbeing, Levi rolls his eyes and scoffs,
"Idiot Mammon, they're streaming don't bother them…"
Streaming? why didn't you tell him???
Rude much.
He did huff and now was forcing his way to use Levi's PC for a moment
Can Levi stop him?
Nah.
He was busy on his console, and if he stood up now hed be breaking his world record so he was at a terrible state so he just resorts to threats of him drowning the Avatar of Greed if he does anything stupid on his PC.
He immediately logs in to your streaming platform and he watches for a bit,
You were more dolled up now just to look decent on stream, and he felt this jealousy rise as you interact with your chat, especially to those saying I love you's and stuff, and you even said it back? the audacity! You were his werent you? Were you replacing him with these nobodies?
He huffs as he realized that those who paid got their message highlighted, and thus, he starts donating. (Mind you this was Levi's account...)
"Mcccccc Open the dooorrr"
"Ill behave i promiseeeee"
"Cmon pleaseeee?"
Chat is c o n f u s i o n
NGL, they thought Mammon was a creepy stalker and red flags were being waved everywhere
but as chat was pondering who the hell he was, you can only sigh and look at the camera with that unamused expression, but ugh! you just KNOW hes doing that kicked puppy expression of his, and maybe it really wont be so bad
So you snap your fingers and say, "Okay MonMon, its open, Im giving you 3 seconds"
Mammon wasnt deemed to be the fastest out of his brothers for nothing
As soon as you got to '2', you were already tackled by the white haired male and chat went wild.
Now that you've shown your life in Devildom, maybe its time to introduce chat to your boyfriend no?
{How does he feel about your streams?}
You get paid to sit infront of a camera, do I have to say anything else?
But really though, as much as he enjoys the thought of getting so much cash from something so simple, he prefers the joy of being able to proudly exclaim that he was your first man!
ohhhh he thrives on the salt of your overly attached stans
but for those who fully support you, he always feels so mushy and shy when they say the ship you guys so hard
The fanarts has him WEAK (he may or may not have saved a few)
You usually do streams alone, but now you've allowed the door to be left open to let Mammon join whenever
Chat pogs when he enters with so much confidence, only for it to crumble when you kiss his cheek on stream.
Overall finds it fun to spend time with you, but just dont play scary games cause Lucifer might hang him upside down on stream.
* ▘▂▝ Leviathan*
{How did he know about your career?}
He is honestly the most attached to his D.D.D and he catches wind of almost anything going down in the internet, so your 'revival' being hyped up was something he definitely saw and he was just s wo o o ned
His Henry 2.0? a famous streamer?
Were you truly a blessing gifted upon him or was he dreaming?
He definitely didn't bring it up at first as he didn't wanna make it a big deal, but you notice hes been more in his head lately, and you have tried asking him what it was but to no avail.
You have to corner this little snake if you want answers and he eventually admits that he knew of your persona online and was incredibly shy to ask you to stream with him
He's a streamer himself afterall but maybe he doesnt stream as much as you do nor does he have as large of a following, so his intrusive thoughts attacked him and made him think that maybe since he wasnt as famous he didnt deserve to be in the same stream as you
Please tell him to join you and gib him kiss U3U
He'll absolutely m e l t
But now, as you make the announcement to your viewers and Levi to his, the internet explodes as a special collab stream was hapening between the expert gamer and avatar of envy of Devildom along with the beloved exchange student and streamer of the human realm
Your usual viewers reach between 10-15k, but as you start stream, that number boosts higher and beyond
Before streaming though, Levi was incredibly nervous, he'd picked the games for you to play that he knew you would enjoy with him, but his mind kept racing about whatthe fans thought, he didnt wanna disappoint them
But you had to remind him that whatever they say will not matter in the end as this was merely for fun, this was YOUR stream and you guys were gonna do what you want and nobody can have a say on it. (Maybe except Lucifer)
You usually talk for him with your bubbly personality, and to calm his nerves, he hs your pinky wraped around his where the camera can't see it.
Regardless, his thoughts subsided as you two delve into your stream that lasted a solid 7 hours, you definitely promised your chat that you and Levi will be doing more streams together from now on.
Once the cameras cut and yall are left alone, Both of you collapse on bed, and despite you being asleep already, Levi was just far too giddy as everything dwells on him.
Having a player 2 by his side now had never felt so intoxicating and he as just so lucky to have you.
{How does he feel about your streams?}
He obviously adores it, although some streams he wouldnt join just so he can play games on his own
He's still an introvert afterall, he needs his alone time
But he prefers that alone time with you, his Henry.
So when youre about to go stream, he kinda becomes a bit pouty, but with a simple promise of kisses (and maybe even more if youd like) he would let you go, but his attention would disappear from his game altogether.
He might just end up watching you instead
May or may not, at some point, just chat you and ask if its too late to join you
You do allow him to join you and play from the comforts of his room as both of you can simply play via internet, you give him the comfort to not turn on his mic or webcam either and you have no idea how he appreciates that.
Will definitely fight someone online when they start claiming you as theirs (-cough- stans) Please make sure it doesnt escalate to him summoning Lotan
Although the comments would often get to him, and as much as he can fight them online, he still does find himself pondering if they were true, so you need to give him a lotta lovin and reminder that he is your player 1 and no one else can ever fill that place.
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Wow 3 brothers this time, what an improvement, anyways hope yall enjoy! I think its pretty clear who I simp for depending o nthe length of each lol, but do let me know if you guys want a part 2 for the rest of the brothers, or even the undateables!
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tumblunni · 5 years
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I feel like I have too many friends...
I have trouble even dealing with just three or four close buddies cos I wanna spend ALL MY TIME with my friends but I can't do it with all of them simultaneously. So I just end up having really long in depth conversations with everyone and then they try and have even longer more awesome ones back to me but it means my inbox is full of four of them at once and by the time I finish reading and responding to one there's even more from the other person and then the first person replies to my replies and AAAA! Or I get paralyzed by worrying who to talk to first and trying to remember who I've talked to most often this week so I can balance it equally and show them all I appreciate them. And then I feel awful cos I'm online but I'm not talking to them,cos I'm being all stupid and anxious.and sometimes I talk to other more distant acquantences cos we might just say one or two sentences or something and it's easier to keep on top of those messages. And then I just feel awful cos the best friends can see that I'm online and see that I'm talking but I'm not talking to them and AAAAA it's hard to explain why...
And whenever I have a stressy day IRL it just compounds it all, I end up missing some prime talk time and then the conversations get even longer and I have even more to read thru before I can start replying...
Alas the curse of too many amazing perfect wonderful friends who all have so much stuff to say!!!
I think maybe I should follow less Tumblr blogs so I have more time for just the friend ones. It'd cut down on my 'mandatory chore time each day'. Cos I have the stupid compulsion to read EVERY post on my dashboard and I feel like I can't get my day started until I've read and responded to everything everyone posted since yesterday. I have a stupid tendancy to make everything into a chore in my head, or like..a thing where If i don't do it I'm a bad person even of it doesn't make any sense. So all the fun goes out of it and I'm only doing it because of my anxiety yet I just can't stop... I have a lot of blogs I follow not even because I like them but because I "have to" see all the things they do. same as how I have a backlog of 100 YouTube videos I haven't finished and I'm not "allowed" to watch new ones I actually like until I finish them, and I have like 200 steam games I got in various sales over the years and I haven't finished and I keep punishing myself for not finishing them which only makes it less fun and gives less reason to actually play them...
Basically I suck at dealing with big quantities of things no matter what it is. And four best friends feels like two much when I spent so long not even having one! Gahhhh
Nd then real life stuff has been so much more busy since I moved house and I need to also set aside time to remember to practise drawing and to buy groceries and wash all my clothes and just maybe this is actually an issue with me sucking at repeating things every day?? I seemt o have the opposite of routine, the more often I do something the harder it seems to be to remember it. I've gotta try and do it at different times or spice it up with different ways? It's so dumbbb why am I such a mess of executive dysfunction...and why does it keep happening with stuff I enjoy and I know I'll enjoy it but I just get so anxious about it that I don't enjoy it and I just sit here like a sad sack instead...
So umm yeah this is just an apology post for my stupidness,and I don't even know how to explain my stupidness, and umm yeah this is why I'm probably gonna be less active on Tumblr. Well, that and also a friend invited me to twitter and I've been trying to be more active there,and also trying to spend some time every day playing a videogame so I can cut down on the 200 game pile, and also spending some time a day cleaning and painting and furnituring so I can get the house sorted, and also trying to go out more often and explore the new neighbourhood and just GAH there's so much to do every day I just get all dumb and scared and end up doing nothing...
I guess it's just a side effect of making so much progress with my mental health this year, stuff has gone a bit too fast and I feel like I'm in over my head. I honestly kinda only used to have so much free time for blogging cos I was depressed AF and stayed indoors all day. Was too depressed to even do any of my indoor hobbies like gaming or drawing either. Not that blogging is a bad thing or anything, I think finding comfort in blogging helped me make my progress, because I found a lot of kind people here and different kinds of odd lil encouragement to try again at the stuff I was scared of. Like shit posting helped me start making art again???
Man it's just so complicated and I'm trying myself in knots trying to figure out the reason why I'm nervous about having so many friends and I guess it's just something I might never know. Anxiety isn't exactly rational, after all...
But umm yeah I guess I'm weird cos im less of a 'talk every day' person and more like 'talk once a week but when we do I talk SO MUCH and it takes seven hours', lol. I'm such a weird mix of introvert and extrovert where I both REALLY ENJOY talking but also am SUPER SCARED OF IT????? And I suck at making future plans cos i can never predict if my anxiety is gonna happen tomorrow. I'm always like HELL YEAH I WANNA DO THE THIBG TOMORROW and then oh no I am actually tomorrowing into a black hole of depression.i guess I should start being more "can we do it today" but then again that'd be rude aaaa...
God how do I manage to deal with my dumb head, I wanna stop being a rude friend.
I don't know why so many people want to be my friend in the first place aaaa!!!!
I love you all so much and I just get anxious I'm not doing everything perfectly right to show you I care,so I end up doing nothing and sending the opposite message...
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beescream · 7 years
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For @scenitroute! I was your Secret Santa @undertalesecretsanta this year, and I hope you like what I wrote for you - happy new year, too! Eta: when i moved this over from my fic editor it deleted all of my italics! Pls dont reblog this til i fix it :( im at work but i will do it asap. 
Eta2: fixed it!
“You know,” Papyrus remarked, absently stirring his tea as he gazed out at the sleet battering the road outside, “in all the books underground, when they show pictures of Spring, usually it looks.. greener. And less, you know, generally awful.”
From across the room, Sans hummed agreement and turned another page of the heavy paperback book he was cradling.
“I think that Fluffy Bunny might have been a little idealistic, Sans.”
“Surely not, bro.”
“I’m afraid so, Sans. I think the author of Fluffy Bunny may have been misled, somehow. Or lived somewhere less… abysmal.”
Sans looked up.
“You gotta remember, bro, it’s only mid-January. It’s not Spring yet. Maybe it’ll get better then?”
Papyrus turned away from the dismal view to squint at Sans, head tilting as if he was attempting to get water out of the ears he didn’t have.
“But we have celebrated Christmas, Sans! As you and I are both aware, the next season after Christmas is Spring, and as we left Christmas behind in December, along with the New Year - one of them, at least - that logically means that we are now in Spring.”
Sans’ vision tracked him as he paced across the living room of their new property. Three months was not long enough to make it feel like home, but it was getting there. He’d even managed to get Sans to promise to pick up any socks he left downstairs, and help with chores. His brother had even begun to wear other clothes - as had Papyrus! Human fashion was myriad and fascinating, and even a little intimidating at times, but that hadn’t stopped him from joining with his friends and the human for their first ever shopping trip.
Papyrus found his mind wandering back to the day he’d spent with his friends (friends! He had friends!), digging through boxes of clothes in charity shops, perusing the racks at department stores, being gazed at by many, many humans who were no doubt fascinated by his pearly white bones. Since moving up to the surface he’d read a little more about humans (to be polite) and found that humans also contained skeletons! Possibly they were related somehow, but no doubt it explained why he and his brother often got such strong reactions.
“Papyrus..?”
Papyrus’ head turned sharply to look at his brother, who appeared somewhat amused.
“Been calling you for a couple minutes. Here.”
“Don’t, Sans- augh!”
He reached out and snatched the mobile phone Sans had so carelessly tossed in his direction out of the air.
“One day you’ll break this, you know.”
“I know you’ll catch it.”
Sans shrugged, face already back in his book. Papyrus could see the glossy pages from where he stood, emblazoned with stars. He wasn’t sure why his brother loved them so much, but if it made him happy..
He looked at the phone’s screen.
“Spring,” it said, “is one of the four seasons. This year, Spring begins on the first of March, and ends on the thirty-first of May.”
The article then went on to talk about other seasons. Papyrus backed out of the article and searched again, this time more generally, for “Spring”. Once more he was displayed pictures of sun, blue skies, green grass, and lambs (apparently essential, for a proper Spring.There were also some coiled pieces of metal, although he discounted those). He scrolled through the results and frowned.
“Do humans only clean at one time of the year?”
“Uhh.. don’t think so. Why?”
“There are all these articles about Spring Cleaning.. I really hope our human acquaintances are more sanitary than these ladies. Brenda says she does her best cleaning in Spring.. Well, Brenda, maybe your cleaning would be better if you practised it year-round!”
“You tell her, bro.”
Papyrus looked around. All this talk of cleaning was making him feel antsy. His gaze alit on the tree.
“Don’t you think it’s about time we got rid of that, Sans? It sheds everywhere, and the dog is bad enough without pine needles, too.”
“I thought we were gonna wait ‘til February? If you wanna toss it, go for it. Means you don’t have to vacuum every hour, anyway.”
Papyrus privately thought saying he vacuumed every hour was unfair. It was every two hours, maybe every hour and a half if the tree was being particularly shed-y. It would be nice to have that time back.. And Sans would probably appreciate it, not being woken every few hours through the night.
“I’ll take it down to the dump,” he decided, “do you want to come, Sans?”
“I’m good, thanks, bro. But maybe Undyne would want to? You haven’t seen her in a couple of days. And you could, you know. Talk to her about.. That Thing.”
Papyrus nodded. He really did need to discuss That with her. This would be a trip to the dump with purpose!
An hour and a half later, and many, many needles down his shirt, in his socks, and one particularly awful introduction of a branch into his eyesocket, he was ready to go. Glaring at the tree, wrapped in a dirty sheet from Sans’ bed to stop needles from covering his car’s back seat, he slammed the door and winced as he heard the pot hit the door. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark..
“Hugkh-”
“Hey, dude!”
Papyrus wheezed from beneath Undyne, air having been knocked out of him at her forceful greeting.
“Trip to the dump, huh? I am all over that! Do you think it’ll be much different from the one we had, you know, down there?”
Papyrus indicated he had no idea. Then, rather more forcefully, he indicated he’d quite like to get up, please.
“Ha! That’s so like you, Papyrus. Polite to a fault, even when your face is getting mashed into the rocks!”
She heaved him upright and left him to brush himself off, instead gazing in the windows of the car.
“Thanks for inviting me out, today, by the way! I was feeling kinda… cooped up. A trip to the dump is just what the doctor ordered! Not that I’ve been at the doctor. Or anyone has been to the doctor recently.”
He glanced at her, still picking pine needles off his skort, and watched her fidget. Her bulky coat hid her hands, but he could tell she was getting twitchy.
“Anyway!”
He sighed. It would be one of those trips.
The weight of the tree in the back made the car drive strangely, especially in sleet. He found himself slowing down even more than he would normally, taking corners carefully, giving himself more stopping time. Undyne sighed every time he tapped the brakes, practically bouncing in her seat. She flicked between stations on the radio, not allowing a single second of adverts to make it past her ears. Eventually it hit noon, and the news came on.
“Stop,” he said, “at least let’s listen to the headlines.”
“Ugh. It’s boring..”
..nother casualty of the riots in the downtown area was taken to hospital late last night. Police are appealing for any witnesses to come forward.
Further to the news that more monsters are planning the move from Underground, a speaker from the local anti-monster group made a statement this morning that the group is planning another protest in a few weeks time. A reply from the local monster advocacy groups is not yet forthcoming.
“This sucks,” said Undyne, stabbing a finger sharply into the power button. Papyrus didn’t stop her. He may not have had a stomach, but that didn’t stop the tight, cold feeling he got when he thought about the protests. “I feel like no matter what we do nothing happens, like it’s always gonna be this way! No matter what, monsters are always gonna be protested against and, I dunno, shunned.”
“It won’t be forever,” he said, far more confidently than he felt, “the good humans outnumber the bad! One day they’ll realise we’re just like them, except far more handsome, of course.”
Undyne sighed.
“Yeah. I met some pretty cool people when Alphys took me along to the meet on Friday. Obviously we didn’t go to the march, but maybe someday in the future. I’ve been working on shields - passive ones, you know? Not just the one you get with a spear. I dunno. It’d be nice to be able to protect th- myself. And Alphys, obviously, and anyone else who needs protecting, but mostly me and Alph, you know, not-”
“We’re here,” he said, interrupting her before she got totally wound up, and guided the car into the wide area at the entrance to the dump.
“Great!”
“No-”
Too late. She was already out of the car, stumbling out into the sleet with the car still moving. He sighed and braked. Handbrake on, he dug through the glove compartment for his wallet. He didn’t know if he had to pay for use of the dump or not, but he wouldn’t be caught empty-handed! Or empty-pocketed, as it were. He tucked the wallet into his jacket and joined Undyne outside.
She jostled him with her shoulder.
“So! What’s the plan? We gonna just… javelin this thing into the centre of this place? If we got a decent run-up, we could make it pretty far. Or put it on the roof of the car, and drive really fast, then brake-”
“I was thinking more like taking it over there,” he said mildly, pointing at the sign that read ‘XMas TREE DisPOSaL’ in thick black marker.
Undyne shook a layer of sleet off her hood.
“That’s fair. Boring, but fair.”
They opened the car door and gazed in at the ghostly white-wrapped tree.
“I’ll take this end,” announced Undyne, and gripped the base of the tree, tugging hard. The tree shuddered - then the pot slid off the end, sending her stumbling back with a yelp. Darting forward, Papyrus caught her barely before she hit the ground, hearing a faint clonk of the pot landing somewhere in the distance.
They awkwardly righted themselves.
“Right,” said Undyne. “Right.”
Papyrus stepped back. He recognised that particular tone.
“Don’t hurt my car, please,” he said.
“I won’t. I’m just gonna carry that WHOLE TREE over to the disposal area ALONE,” growled Undyne, striding over confidently.
“Okay!”
“Rrrrrrraghh!”
Undyne hefted the tree over her head. It looked very impressive, Papyrus thought, or it would have if the sheet hadn’t halfway unravelled to lie damply over her face.
“Do you want me to-”
“Aaaaaaaugh!!”
“Okay.”
She ran, full tilt, across the car park, blindly. If he was being generous, he could have said it was towards the vicinity of the sign. Closing the car doors - and silently promising his poor car a proper cleaning later - he set off. Papyrus to the rescue! The rescue of whoever encountered Undyne, that was, of course. Undyne would never need to be rescued.
He found her face first in a fence.
“How’s the trip to the tree disposal area going, Undyne?”
“Great.”
“I see.”
He leaned against the fence. He still couldn’t see her face. Perhaps now, with little chance of eye contact, was a good time to bring up the Thing.
“Do you, maybe, have something to tell me, Undyne?”
“No,” she said immediately.
“Of course not. If you turn ninety degrees to your left, you’ll be headed in the right direction, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
He waited until the next crash to catch up with her.
“Okay, so, when I said you’d be headed in the right direction, that wasn’t an instruction to run directly into the sign without stopping, but at least we’re here now. You can put the tree down over there- no. No, not there, either. Left a bit - bit more- stop! Right a bit. Stop. Step back a little then toss the tree gently forwards and up. I’d say.. Maybe at an eighth of your full strength.”
The tree made a surprisingly soft shuff as it was deposited neatly at the top of the pile. Undyne struggled out of the sheet to survey their handiwork with a grin.
“Nice! We should do something like this again sometime, except, you know, with more rules and less fences. And trees,” she added, reaching into her ear to pick out a pine needle.
“Yes,” he agreed, “it was certainly an interesting experiment. Although maybe next time we could also do it when it’s not sleeting outside. Maybe… sometime in Spring?”
“Sounds good.”
They got back into the car, Papyrus waving cheerfully at the security camera he spotted on the way.
“I might go back home the long way,” he said to Undyne, “the weather is clearing up - look.”
Where he pointed to, a patch of blue could be seen between the clouds.
“Hey, nice! Spring’s just around the corner, huh?”
“Actually it’s not til March the first,” he corrected her, turning onto another street.
“Huh. Didn’t know that.”
“Neither did I, til this morning.”
He eyed her out the corner of his eye. Still looking distracted.
“I know that it may sound like an utter falsehood,” he continued, “but there are actually some things I don’t know.”
“Really?”
“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can’t claim to know something if people don’t tell me. That would be mindreading, and while I am a skeleton of many talents, telepathy is not one of them.”
“Uh-huh.”
She was going to try to avoid it, then. Papyrus internally shook his head, then externally shook his head, too, for good measure. Time to pull out all the stops.
“Undyne.”
“Yep.”
“I know you have something to say to me. I also know that you are too scared to tell me. Frankly I can understand this - I am an awesome and frankly inspiring sight, however, we’re friends! And friends should always be able to tell each other the truth, right?”
That ought to do it, he decided. She was cracking, he could tell.
“Papyrus.. listen-”
It was a good thing the street was deserted, because when he heard her speak, he slammed on the brakes.
“Undyne!”
“Don’t,” she said, “augh, don’t, Papyrus, I’m fine!”
“You’re crying! You are not fine! What do I do? What DID I do? Oh my god, I’m the worst friend ever-”
“-no you’re not, I’m the worst, it’s ME, Papyrus - don’t you start crying too, you can’t drive if you’re blubbing, Papyrus, come on-”
He swallowed, feeling her scrub roughly at his maxilla, her thumbs wiping away the ‘tears’ of magic created by his distress.
“Sorry,” she grunted, snuffling a little, “it’s just- ugh, you’re dry, just drive, I gotta think about this, I dunno what I’m gonna say. Gimme five minutes.”
“Alright. But I’ll be counting!”
The streets began to peel by again, grey and unappealing for the most part - and then there would be a flash of colour from leftover decorations, or, rarely, from more recent ones for the Chinese New Year. He scanned the horizon, looking for birds (still a novelty, to see them so high up in the sky and moving. Birds underground didn’t fly.)
Undyne coughed.
“It’s been five minutes,” she said, “so. I’m just gonna.. Go. I’m just gonna say it.”
Papyrus raised his eyebrows expectantly after a moment.
“Are you?”
“Ngahh! Yes! I! AM!”
He watched her fist bounce off the dashboard. Hopefully no dents would be left behind. Plastic was a pain to fix.
“Alphys! Is! Pregnant! ..Maybe!”
He pulled over. He exited the car. He pulled her out of the car. He embraced her.
Then he got back into the car. After a moment, so did she.
“Uhh. So. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but.. It’s scary, you know?”
He nodded.
“But.. depending on how the next couple of checkups go, we’ll know if we’re really gonna have a kid. Or kids, seeing as both her family and mine tend towards multiples. We might end up with an ARMY! Haha!”
Undyne was gesturing wildly, far more animated now than before.
“We’re gonna have to think of names, and buy clothes, and teach them to walk and talk, and all that stuff! Real parent stuff! Real, you know, couple stuff! Which is also scary! Not that I’m scared!”
Papyrus nodded, letting it flow over him. He’d finally gotten her to open up. Emotional-Undyne crisis had been averted. Now he just had to clean his car..
Roll on March 1st. Spring Cleaning could never be this hard, right?
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bonheur-delight · 4 years
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The end is near
yep.. the end is near. not like the end like the apocalypse, not like that. what i meant was, my days here is getting short. im on my last second year of my degree. it has been sooo long since i wrote it here. so many things to get done. okay so update on me; im 21 this year (ayye ya gal is legit legal now woot wooot) im on my fourth semester out of six and im great. i always thought that since im on my fourth semester, i can handle it. but nope, she cant. ngl, i had a pretty tough first day i HAD enough of this. yeah i know.. its only been like... two days of semester 4. sheesh...
buuuut, so far so good. i hope im mentally prepared myself for this and i always told myself that to always up to the challenge. dont give up easily bcs I've been through this far and i am absolutely not going to back down. not today, not in this life. whenever i feel a bit anxious, nervous and wtv the unpleasant feels, i always tell myself that it is okay to feel that bcs those feelings are what makes me aware that this is for the sake of my future. i am allowed to be worried and scared for this but i never let myself sink deep into those feelings. i believed that those challenges that gonna shape me into a better person.
yesterday, i was asked by my lecturer what am i in the next 5 years.. i never thought of that tbh. so, i just tell her what i think i wanna do. i wanna work as a marketing manager outside my country. and pheww she moved on to the next person. later that night, as i was pondering before go to sleep, i talked to myself, "am i going to be that?? is that possible??" but i was so sleepy i just fell asleep.
this morning, suddenly that thought came across my mind but i hold it up bcs this is not the right place for me to think deep. so i was alone right now in my room, i did some chores and while i did that, i was thinking, why i need to think that it is impossible to achieve that goals? bcs if we think about it, hmm.. okay alright, lets flashback to 2015, which was 5 years ago..
5 years ago, she was only 16 years old girl. had no idea what future was coming at her. she was absolutely clueless about her future bcs she just entered upper form. she wasn't sure if science stream was her forte.. all she think was just do it. whatever going to happen, just fk it. she just enjoyed her highschool life to the fullest. she learned new things, met new people, experienced her first crush, etc. back then, she NEVER knew that she would pursue her degree in international business. which was waaaaay different than her current studies which that time was pure science. she always thought that she is going to be a doctor, or at least anything that related to science. she's not that bright student but she got an amazing spirit inside her. she had a strong feeling that she's going to make it. she's truly just go with the flow..
fast forward today, now she's currently doing and almost completed her degree in international business. she is me. yup, i know life can be unexpected sometimes but that makes my life much more interesting. i learned so many things, acknowledge a bit of pure science and ngl, im not regretting anything that ever happened in my life. bcs you see, life's short. go big or go home. you gotta be bold and strong and prepared to whatever things that you'll get through. so, as i think right now, it is not possible to achieve what I've had said about my 'next 5 years'.
God had created our path so beautifully. He knows the best for us. always have faith in it. it is true, sometimes i question myself, why i agreed to further my study? but i know that God has planned my life and i know i can handle this.
i really hope the present and future me could be strong and always strive for opportunities and never regret whatever happened to me, bcs i know, everything that happens, it happens for reason :)
- 1020pm, 250220 tues
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