#how do i get this to reach the ut fandom

[mikutr0n]

some undertale doodles bc ive been sucked back into the fandom

#undertale #undertale au #is it an au #its just headcanons #idk #idc #if i call it an au ppl cant shit on them #so its an au #/joke #but also maybe srs im not sure #how do i get this to reach the ut fandom #chara #frisk #flowey #undertale designs #rkgk #doodle #art #artist #how do i tag #ut #woaaah story of undertale #crying #sans #hes not here but i need the reach #sans underman #sans undertale #papyris #papyrus #oops

[fushitism]

the chemistry in my brain is altered in unspeakable ways whenever i think about Sans.

JUST WHO EXACTLY IS THIS GUY

its so easy, almost too easy, not to take him seriously and its exactly why his character can often be, well, i wouldn't say overlooked, this guy's pretty popular, but his traits tend to be.... diluted?? simplified??? for lack of better words..?

like yeah, he likes ketchup. yeah, he's laid-back n "lazy". yeah, he's a punny guy. yeah, he goes above n beyond for his brother's happiness... but what else?

do we even know much about papyrus? that guy's whole deal deserves a whole separate post!

CAN WE PLEEAAASE RECALL HOW THIS PIECE OF LORE WAS CASUALLY (in true toby fox fashion) SENT TO OUR EMAILS ?? NEVER TO BE ELABORATED UPON EVER AGAIN

why'd sans have to pull a sock incident on us at a time like this </3

PAPYRUS DID NOT MEAN IT SO LITERALLY AND YOU KNOW THAT, SANS, YOU JUST WANTED TO BE A LITTLE SHIT!!!!!!

their life before snowdin.. oh what i'd give to hear all about it...

this got me thinking, though.

we know sans likely has an affinity for quantum physics, temporal complexities and astronomy (though the latter is irrelevant to the point i'll be making)

he can teleport for God's sake why are we so unfazed by that

aaaanywho,

so like his Workshop. the one with the broken machine, yeah. look at what toby's once said abt it

why would they (who i assume r alphys + sans ?) try so hard to fix it? it's not like its the CORE (the machine said to be the source of all power 4 the undergound)

what's so important about this rusty, clanky pile of scrap metal?

....

haha lol, remember this?

remember this (x2)?

there's an abstract them here, and its clear he's not talking abt papyrus, frisk or even the player if we were to try n reach so hard.

could it be he is refereing to those in the picture with him?

if so, they must really mean a lot to him

so let's get this straight:

- we know the skelebros were NEW additions to snowdin

- we know they had an OLD life, the picture at the workshop further proving sans also had a social circle, one beyond frisk's recognition which totally strikes me as odd, given this child has been ambushed by almost all monsters at that point

- sans knows about timelines. sans messes with time and space. it's heavily hinted sans has worked in quantum physics (the book[s] found at his place) and he apparently also has some abandoned, broken machine in his workshop (one of which he's presumably tinkered with)

- as a lost soul (but also in geno), sans demonstrates his intense defeatism and resignation saying this like,

.... is sans trying to go back somewhere? do the skelebros come from a different world? a grassy place? r the residents of said place related to the picture in any way? does sans miss them? were they family? friends? lovers?! whoooooooo!1!!1 when!!! where!!!!! what is going on, toby!!!! PLEASEHWHWUE

[inhale]

but you know what, this is fine. pssssh, we don't need any of these answered, haha! no waaay! because while the UT fandom's in up in flames about such matters, toby's probably out there drawing yet another sans x reigen art piece to dish out when we least expect it (please let it be on my biryhday please let it be on my birthd)

#undertale #toby fox #sans undertale #undertale sans #papyrus #papyrus undertale #undertale papyrus #im going crazy

[invertedfate]

What do you MEAN you're not a fan of the "my take culture" in the "my take on undertale" community???

There's a difference between making fanworks that reimagine a widely popular indie game and people acting entitled to making their own version of small fan creators' passion projects, who don't have the wide reach and platforms that the original canon material has. It's one thing if the AU is left open or abandoned, e.g. Underfell or Underswap, but I have seen creators get bullied for simply asking that people not do takes on their stories. Takes, to be specific, not outlawing fanworks about their projects outright.

This whole take mindset is heavily shunned in most other fandoms- it'd be seen as plagiarism or laziness. I distinguish takes from, say, a work inspired by someone's unique fanwork, or a fanwork of a fanwork. Or a unique fan creation that happens to be of a similar AU genre- e.g. role swap, morality swap, genre shift (e.g. space, western, etc). But beyond that, I just think it'd be more enriching for people to create their own AUs. When I started Inverted Fate, I never once considered it an iteration of Underswap- I wanted to make a fanwork that takes role swap elements while preserving characterization but also had a story in mind, diverging from a failed UT pacifist ending. I just think, personally, that instead of people doing their own takes on other people's AUs, they'd be better off making their own AUs. Like, using Storyshift "takes" as examples- most of them just use the role placements of Storyshift and aren't recognizable as the AU in terms of lore concepts, story, etc, and I genuinely think those projects would be better establishing their own identities. Likewise, I think someone could make their own distinct Undertale + Mario crossover AU with its own name outside of Undertoad.

People often mistake my dislike of takes as outlawing all IF fanworks- that isn't the case, but I just don't like the idea of making takes of someone's personal projects that they put a lot of love into, because "takes" generally come from a place of wanting to outdo the original creators, and I've seen creators get harassed for simply not wishing for that sorta iteration on their fanworks. :/ Ultimately, I can't technically stop it, but I can voice how it's not really something I'm fond of.

I've been in fandom spaces for a very long time, and in no other fandom have I seen such insistence on making takes on people's distinct fanworks. Inspired works, sure, but this fixation on making versions of people's stories wholesale just doesn't sit well with me, nor does the disrespect toward creators that I often see cultivated.

I guess the thing I wanna add, is like, I distinguish something like, say, a bad end fic of someone's comic/AU/etc or, like, exploring what-ifs in that story to like... the way some people wanna outdo fanwork creators with their own version of that person's fanwork. At the very least, clear credit and links back to the source material at minimum. I've just seen too many fanworks get overshadowed by other people's imaginings of them to a point where the original gets lost.

#discourse #fandom #undertale aus

[beevean]

I'd heard of the needles in cookies.... but yikes, that's a whole situation right there. And indeed, I rarely venture into the Undertale tag or basically any fanwork, but giving Frisk a gender is basically a death sentence that some people inflict on you immediately. I'm glad the situation otherwise has calmed down somewhat these days, though. (Though it does make me wonder how the Deltarune fandom is doing...) Thanks for the explanation! ^^

You're welcome ^^

I stopped visiting the UT tag in 2018. I remember that being the year the fandom reached its peak: every line of code of the game had been eviscerated, and by then the fandom was surviving on AUs that were pretty much original stories with the game's characters slapped on it. Nothing wrong with it, certainly much better than the harassment, but there was nothing left for me to enjoy 😂

I don't know the situation now, but I feel that Deltarune's reception was much milder and didn't generate as much controversy, while still being praised. The fandom gets a spike of hype whenever Toby Fox releases a new piece of information of track, but it's overall very chill. I think you'll mostly find fanart by this point lol

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

i just discovered ur blog and i love it so much! so i wanna send in a request that i thought of but if u don’t do wanna do it it’s fine but i feel like timmy would be a good older brother low key? like if he had younger siblings he would be a good role model lol so maybe some headcanons of him x sister!reader (platonic ofc) like maybe he would be rlly protective too??

sorry but—

HOW DID I NOT SEE THIS??

i'm so lame, sorry ;-;

but here it is, enjoy <33

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝟗𝟖

𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭!

since timmy and you are siblings, and he's older, i consider that he and your sister pauline —but mainly him, being extremely overprotective. like, it didn't begin in the recentpast, but mainly in the moment when timmy first went into the hospital room to his mother at 4-5-6 years old, to see you, the little bundle of gentleness in his mother's arms. he smiled down at you, waiting for you to open your eyes, trying to reach for you tiny, chubby fingers.

"do you like her, timmy?" his mother asked, catching up the biggest, warmest smile when timmy hold your small hand, and you opened your eyes. sure, this was a little bit strange for him, since he never had seen a newborn before, but when you clumsily grabbed on one of his finger, your squishy cheeks, your rosy skin, tender eyes —your innocent entirety suddenly brought out a strange nature from him.

"i love her", he answered, leaning on one of his arms to keep his finger in your grasp as long as possible. his parents looked at each other, and they didn't even know yet that how amazing a big brother timothée can be.... because trust me, he is !!

he places you not just in front of him, but in front of everyone in his eyes. i mean, if you're cold, he's always ready to give his hoodie to you —and one time he even gave to you his hoodie, even if you were with him and his actual girlfriend (like some third wheel, or you just joined them after school or something) —after that, his girlfriend got annoyed and broke up with him, but the internet thought otherwise when she posted things like timothée bends to you, and you're using him —instead of further hate, timothée's fans defended and stated that it wasn't your fault, and that family is always comes before friends —or especially when the bond is as strong as between you and timothée.

and that was the time when his fans got to know you —you account was private for a time, you don't wanted to get mean comments or hate that you didn't deserve, but when more positive feedback came back to you, and you were relieved that you aren't a hinder for timyy's career, you changed you instagram account to public.

timmy helps you to deal with the sudden tons of followers, and the mostly kind, but sometimes annyoing or disturbing dm's and comments —he strokes your hair while the two of you scroll thorugh the comments that gained under your fresh post. "don't pay attention to people who drags you down, they're not worth the timre. oh, look, that people says that you're just as adorable as me. but, i think that you are more adorable." you smile and hug him while watching together your favourite cartoon.

since we're at cartoons, series, movies or anything else you like —timothée is a master-mind and has the best gifts or memes in the fandom you're currently in. for example, when you told him that you liked marel or avengers, he got you a v.i.p ticket for the premiere, a whole bunch of little avengers plushies. you like anime or video games like genshin impact? (sorry, i play with this currently and ut's addicting as hel jkdsjhfk) he got the best matching profile-picture icons for your fanpage, but sometimes he shares on his mystory the given pair of the aesthetic pics, tagging you under the linked post. one thing that he never gonna change —his own movies merch gonna be never, NEVER EVER be allowed in the house. you have a tiktok video about him, when you go down to the living room, wearing a 'call me by your name' t-shirt with him and armie —recording his reaction as he looks at you, and when he realizes what you wear, timmy moves his hand for a straight deadpan, like 'y/n, are you serious? what was the deal, huh?' when you went closer to him, he took down his hand from his face, only to stare at your t-shirt like "if you take off that and go to sleep, i'm gonna sneak in your room, take that t-shirt and burn it on the biggest bonfire you've ever seen" jvldfjv

if you meet his co-actors and co-workers, it's always a stressful occassion —you try not to be awkward, and since they all know how good and how perfect timothée is, you think that it's natural from you to act juts as perfect as him... that leads in the beginning to many moments when you excuse yourself for the toilet, breathing heavily, only because you didn't know how to react on one of they joke or how they complimented you. you wanted to be the best of the bests, not bringing your brother into anything awkward. timmy felt this from the first time on you, while you scracthed on your fingers and hands to soothe your nerves, and when the two of you drove off to home or the hotel he stayed at, he tells you that he's nervous everytime, and he understands that you feel like you're an anxious bundle —"i'm gonna beside you everytime when you meet them, even if you mess something up. i'm never gonna be angry at you for something you can't do nothing about, don't ever think that, okay?"

he always invites you to the actual country or town where he films, telling you that if you have a free weekend or some break in the school, you can fly and spend a couple of days with him, walking around the town or taking pictures with him off the set, buying him and his co-workers coffee, befriending with the staff or the cameraman while sitting on one of the filming machines.

when timmy was away filming the dune, he wanted you to be here so much, knowing that you would just love the setting, and you would have fun with his co-worker, zendaya —at the time you had two math tests that you had to accomplish due to your grades and such, so you had to study in his hotel room while he was on set, only to be ready when he was done that day to go somehwere out with him and his co-workers. when you neared the filming location with your notes to look at them from time to time, you saw that timmy and the others are nowhere done, and he's still in his costume. you needed a little help from anybody who understood math better than you, so at first timmy, but then zendaya too tried to solve your exercises with a pen in her hands, her makeup and costume still on —the fans found it adorable and hoped that zendaya and you would be good friends <3

mentioning you in his interviwes everytime he can, like "i love my sister y/n. she's my biggest supporter, like making banters or decorations when i'm away and waiting for me to come home to those silly deocrations... i mean, no, not silly, y/n, if you see this, they're not silly, i swear! it's just... really cute. yeah. she made cupcakes that spelled out 'call be by your name', and printed me and armie on those little wafers. that was the most confusing and sweetest surprises at once in my life."

"if y/n wants to be an actress, an artist or a model, or anything, i'm gonna support her in everything just like she did to me. but i'm gonna protect her from the bad people, that's the only reason i don't want her to be famous, you know, i don't want her to break down just because others don't relate to her or don't understand her."

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨? 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲'𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲/𝐧? 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨!! 𝐮𝐰𝐮

#timothee x reader #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamet x reader #timothée chalamet x you #timothée chalamet headers #timothée chalamet icons #request #might make this a series

[ladydeznutz]

When He Loved Me (Peter Parker x Reader)

A/N: My first fic and it's angst that came into my head around 3am. I've always wanted to write fics, but I didn't like how I wrote and I was embarrassed. First time writing for others so I tried to keep away from using just she/her pronouns, but if that's what you'd like just lemme know

I can write for other fandoms, and imma make a list of the fandoms I like bc I have so many I forget. I'll also add some other things if it interests me. Not comfortable with nsfw just yet so apologies. Anyways, enjoy the fic ig and please give me criticism if you see something wrong

idk how tumblr works with spacing and all that so hopefully this comes decent looking

Prompt: Please, don't leave me.

TW: S**cide mention

Every day had started to feel the same to you for a while now.

It started when he began missing date nights with you. He was always so excited about them, and then they were happening less and less often. You still saw him on occasion, but it felt more like "business" than anything else.

You didn't get the same giddy feeling you used to get when you'd see him; it felt like going out with him was more of a chore. You couldn't even complain to him about it even if you wanted to. Anytime you did see him long enough, he was always gone within a second, always in a rush. You never knew what he even did with himself or if he was thinking about you at all.

It definitely didn't help that you'd always catch him hanging out with his friends. You confronted Ned about it, but he was always so dismissive. Hell, you had even talked to Michelle about the whole thing. At first, she sympathized, but then it was as if a switch was flipped. You used to go to her to vent about Peter and the relationship. Now, she was practically telling you that you were overreacting.

----

You felt like you were going to have a mental breakdown.

Learning about a loved one's passing is always one of the hardest things for anyone to deal with, especially when it's someone you deeply care about.

You had just received the news that your best friend had killed himself a couple of hours ago.

You didn't know how to feel.

You couldn't wrap your head around it. There was no warning.

You and he had been friends since childhood, and you knew each other so well that neither one of you could even remember a time when the other wasn't around.

Your hands shook as you picked up the phone to call Peter. Your tears finally fell as you listened to the constant ringing of the phone, and you knew he wasn't going to answer. Rage grew within you as you heard his voicemail message causing you to throw your phone across the room. It crashed into the wall and broke, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you fell to the ground and let out a wailed sob.

Why did this have to happen?

You could barely catch your breath between sobs.

Your body shook.

You didn't care about anything anymore.

You didn't care about Peter anymore.

----

Weeks had passed, and Peter was exhausted.

Tracking down a gang, taking them down, and meeting another Spider-Man had just been a lot for him to take in. He was so tired, he didn't even want to think about it anymore. His back ached as he climbed through his window.

He was just so damned tired.

He stripped out of his suit, took off his web-shooters, and placed them back in his closet. Then, he took a quick shower.

His job was a bit easier to have Ned and MJ know he was Spider-Man. Now he just had to tell you.

Peter stood in the middle of the room and weighed out what would happen. He felt sorry for lying to you, and he knew that he was being distant. He just didn't have the courage to deal with any of it because he was worried about you. He couldn't lose you too.

As Peter lied down to finally get some rest, he wondered how you were doing. Karen had said you tried calling him, but he couldn't answer he had been in the middle of a stakeout.

He got up and rummaged through his book bag to get his phone, turning it on to scroll through his messages. He sat up as he realized how many he had gotten. Had something happened?

As he scrolled through, his heart broke. So many people had posted about the loss of Jay and were gossiping about why he did it. When he finally went through them all, he looked at your one missed call and gulped.

You had called him that day, and he didn't pick up.

He clicked the voice mail and listened to the message. All that he could hear were your pained sniffles, a shout, and then the line cut off.

He felt sick as he replayed the message.

Peter already felt awful about lying to you; he had to fix this. He quickly texted you, put his web-shooters back on, and was ut the window.

He knew the way to your house, so it took him no time to et there. As he was getting ready to knock on your window, he did a double-take and took a closer look.

Someone was sitting in your room; it looked like he had been waiting for you. Peter quirked an eyebrow as he looked at the guy. He was wearing a red and green jacket with shorts and sneakers. He also looked like he was wearing tights?

Suddenly, you walked into the room, so Peter backed away from the window to hide in the shadows. You seemed to be upset as you were wiping your eyes quite a bit.

"I'm sorry Miles. I didn't think I'd start crying like that," you said as you sat on your bed.

"Hey, it's okay," he replied as he stood up and moved closer to you. You sniffled as you tried to regain your composure. Peter didn't quite know how to react. Who was this? What was going on?

"I just...he..." you groan out in frustration as you grip your hair. Miles' eyes widen as he sees tears start flowing from your eyes again.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asks as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. You shrug as you shake your head.

"It's complicated, and besides, that's what our therapy's for" you chuckle dryly. Miles' eyes wander the room as he tries to think of something to do to cheer you up. "How 'bout we go out tonight?" he suggests.

"I don't like the tone of that voice" you sass as you turn to give him a look. Peter watches Miles turn around, and his eyes widen. Miles was wearing a suit, a Spider-Man suit. The same Spider-Man he saw the other week.

"Any place you wanna go to, we'll go" he adds with a cheeky smile. "Really? You're not busy?" You cross your arms as you stare him down.

"Nah, night's been quiet. Besides, I might be busy tomorrow, then you'd miss your favorite person in the world" he winks as you begin to smile. Peter's heart sank as he realized what was happening. He thwipped a web to the building across from yours and sat down on the edge of the roof. Pulling out his phone, he sent you a text.

Can we talk tomorrow?

Giggling could be heard from across the street. Peter looked up and bit his lip as you glanced at your phone and threw it on your bed. You got onto Miles' back, and you both swung away.

----

After you tried calling Peter that day, you stopped reaching out to him altogether. You decided that you'd wait to talk to him until he finally realized you weren't there. It had been about five weeks, and in those five weeks, you had gone to therapy and counseling.

You met Miles in counseling. He was sweet but seemed to get off topic a lot. When you were getting ready to leave one session, he had come up to you, put his hand on your shoulder, and let out a simple "Hey." One thing led to another, and you had both bonded over your losses. You went to Miles' uncle's funeral, and he went to Jay's funeral with you.

You were currently sitting on a swing at the playground as you waited for Peter. It was taking him forever to show, and at this point, you wanted to get this whole conversation over with.

Frowning, you looked around, wondering why he was taking so long. He should've been here by now. Maybe he decided not to come after all.

When that thought crossed your mind, you scoffed and stood up. Before you could go anywhere, however, you felt someone gently grab your hand. Looking back, you saw Peter staring at you with a small smile on his face.

"You came."

"Of course I did"

Peter pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around you. You take a deep breath as you stare off towards the slide. He pulls away when he realizes you're not hugging him back. The both of you pull away awkwardly as you look at each other.

"Peter-" "(Y/N)-" both of you speak at the same time.

"I- I have o tell you something" he starts with a stutter. You wait patiently as you motion for him to continue. "I know th-that I've been....not here for you for a while-" he cuts himself off when he hears you scoff.

"I.....I had these things, and I should've told you as soon as we started dating, and I'm sorry. I know I've been an asshole, more than that actually" you roll your eyes and shake your head as he continues.

"I just.....I love you, and I want you to know that even though I don't show it a lot" he finishes as he rubs the back of his head nervously.

The good thing about coming to this park was that there was usually no one here, and you were glad no one was here right now because boy were you fuming. "Told me about what Parker?" Your hand goes to your hip as you glare at him.

"W-Well....uhm......that guy that you talk to.......I'm like him I guess. Spider-Man." Your eyes widen when you hear the first part. "How the hell do you know I've been talking to someone?"

Peter stumbles with his words as he realizes he's been caught red-handed, "Uh...I was gonna visit yesterday, and I kinda....saw you..talking to him....." You narrow your eyes as you pick up a stick and throw it at him. He ducked before he could get hit, but you were already in his face.

"You were spying on me?!"

"I-I wasn't trying to! I was just-"

"Christ Peter!" All this time of you not being here, and now all of a sudden you just wanna show up out of nowhere because of what?! Jay?! Is that why you're finally talking to me?!" Panic stirs in Peter's eyes as he tries to come up with an excuse.

"I tried so hard to get you to talk to me, and you only wanna talk now because of that shit?! Peter, I can't do this shit with you anymore. I don't care if you're Spider-Man; what was the point of not telling me in the first place?! We live in New York for God's sake!!"

Your face is red as you frustratingly wipe away your tears with your forearm. Peter stays silent as he watches you; he can't say anything right now because you've hit the nail on the head.

"Y-You know what, fuck this. I can't do this shit any-anymore, Peter. But please tel-tell me; w-what did I do wrong? I di-did my best to keep both of us h-h-happy. Please, just tell me what I did wr-wrong." Your words are barely recognizable as you hold yourself to keep you're shaking body still.

Peter steps forward, but instead of stopping him like he thought you would, he cups your face gently as he looks into your eyes.

"(Y/N).....I'm so sorry I made you think this was all your fault. You did make me happy; you still do. I just...I've been so busy being Spider-man that I've neglected you, and I'm sorry for that. But I do still love you, (Y/N). I swear I'll stop doing everything just for you. I-I'll give up being Spider-Man."

You watch him unravel as he keeps talking. You can't bring yourself to care, however, as he spills his heart out. Too much disappointment has built up over the months.

"Pete...."

"Please......(Y/N), just give me another chance. I'll do anything, just please, don't leave me." His voice is soft and insecure as he begs you, almost quivering as he says it. It doesn't invoke any sort of feeling in you though. His sad eyes watch as you pull away from him,

"I'm sorry Peter" you whisper softly as you turn around and walk away.

He doesn't run after you or even shout.

Peter simply watches you walk away until you're out of view. The only thing he can hear is your footsteps as they fade into the distance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Alright so...this whole thing was based on how I could see him being Spider-Man in the beginning ig? Imo I feel like between him and Miles, the latter would be the first to tell you he's Spider-Man

And I always felt like him being away like that with no real reason would make an s/o feel like it's their fault or sumn. Like, I've always seen fics where he and the reader always make up about it, but I wanted to try the bad ending where even though he had good intentions, he's just not ready to handle being a hero, student, and partner.

#peter parker oneshot #peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #miles morales #miles morales x reader #marvel mcu #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #peter parker imagine

[ut-rsc]

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📚 Who’s in charge? [NEW!] Last year’s main host, mod Cognito, returns once again to host the event, but this time with a brand new team of mods to help her out!! Check out the team’s new members, Tomato, Skele and Solo, here!

📚 How can I participate? You just need to fill in and send the application form that will be available on June 25th (Sunday)! Then you will be able to join the event’s official discord server where the event will mainly take place. Please note that joining the server is only mandatory if you want to claim rewards or prizes. You can apply at any given point from June 25th to August 31st.

📚 What are the rewards and the prizes? [NEW!] The rewards will be 10 discord emoji of different UT characters. Everyone will be able to use these emojis in the server itself, but reaching a benchmark will earn you a higher resolution of these emojis, which you’ll be allowed to use in any other server you want! The 3 participants with the highest wordcount and the 3 participants with the most points at the end of the event will each receive a prize! These will be made by our 3 mods, Cognito, Redtomatofan and Soloshikigami! The 1st winner will be able to choose the mod they want, the 2nd winner will be able to pick between the 2 remaining mods, and the 3rd winner will get a prize from the remaining mod.

📚 Will we have to read specific fics? Will there be a mandatory list? You are free to read any fic you want as there is no mandatory list, however there will be an event’s official Fics List, with fics from voluntary writers. Reading those will give you more points than regular fics. There is no specific theme to the event, so you can read whatever catches your fancy, as long as it is a fanfiction in either the Undertale or Deltarune fandoms! You can read in any language you’re comfortable with, and read any type of fic (one-shots, long fics, extremely long fics, etc…) [NEW!] Reading from another fandom is no longer allowed. This specific event is here to promote fics in the Undertale and Deltarune fandoms, so while reading fics from any fandom is always encouraged, the main focus of this event will remain on UT and DR. Feel free to organize your own event for any other fandom! ♥

📚 I’m too busy to read fics over this summer but I’m a writer and I’d love for people to read my fics. Can I use this opportunity to promote my work? Yes!! In fact you are very welcome to send an application with a list of fics you’ve written that you would like people to read! Your fics will be added to the event’s Fics List that participants will be able to peruse. Reading a fic from that list will give more points so hopefully it will incite participants to show more love for your work! ♥ All the fics in the Fics List will need to be from voluntary writers. If you want to suggest a fic you love but that you didn’t write, there will be channels dedicated to that on discord. [NEW!] As a ‘voluntary’ writer, you no longer have to join the discord server to have your fics be featured in the Fics List (though you are more than welcome to join and read!). Instead, you will be able to apply via a different application form, which will be posted alongside the regular application form for participants. However, reblogging or retweeting about the event will be mandatory to be considered a voluntary writer, to help us spread the word about the event! More details coming soon.

📚 Keeping track of points and wordcount sounds very cumbersome. Do I really have to do it? In the grand scheme of things, no, you don’t have to do it. You can just spend the summer reading fic after fic. However it will be necessary to be able to claim rewards and prizes. A google spreadsheets will be available to help you keep track of your points/wordcount, so hopefully it won’t be too complicated. The spreadsheet will be self-explainatory, but if you’re still confused, there will be a step by step explaination on how to fill it in in the discord server.

📚 Hey, this participant likes [gross ship]! Remove them from the event immediately!! Nope. This kind of attitude is not welcome in the event in the slightest. If you have a problem with another participant’s tastes, then just keep your opinions to yourself and avoid them. There will be a 0 tolerance policy on abusive behavior, harrassment, racist remarks, kink-shaming, ship-shaming, misgendering on purpose and bullying of any kind. Mod Cognito and her team won’t hesitate to yeet people from the server if they cause trouble.

📚 What if I want to read fics that are not from the Undertale fandom? What about Deltarune? [NEW!] As stated above, reading fics from other fandoms isn’t allowed anymore to get either more points, or a higher wordcount. This event focuses on fics from the Undertale fandom specifically. Reading Deltarune fics is allowed and does count like reading a UT fic. Reading cross-over fics is also allowed.

📚 What if I just claim I’ve read like a billion words even if I haven’t, how will you check if it’s true? I don’t give a fuck about fics, I just want the prizes. Please don’t cheat, that will make mod Cognito cry as she worked very hard on preparing this event! ;-; That being said, when a participant claims they reached a benchmark and asks for their reward, she will check their google spreadsheet. She might even check randomly without warning! ;) (but seriously tho please DON’T CHEAT)

📚 I REALLY loved that fanfic I read during the event. Can I make fanart for it? OF COURSE!! I don’t think there is a writer out there who won’t enjoy fanart made for their fic!! Please know however that making fanart won’t give you any extra point. All the participants to the event are treated equally with the same chances to win, so whether you’re an artist, a writer, a content creator or just someone who likes to read fics, you will have the same chances to win a prize as your fellow participants. If you do make art for a fic though, please share it on the server and tag the writer if they’re a participant, so they know they are loved! ♥

📚 As a voluntary writer, what type of fics can I promote? First and foremost, they have to have been written by YOU (or with a co-author) and be in the Undertale or Deltarune fandoms (cross-over fics with another fandom are allowed). They can be of any type (one-shot, multichap, on-going, completed, abandonned…), rating (the list will be divided between gen and mature works), content (any character/ship, Reader insert, with OCs as long as it’s still Undertale-themed…)… As this event is here to help promote UT and DR fics, I don’t feel justified in imposing or refusing certain types of fic. Everything is game. [NEW!] Please note that you will only be able to promote up to 3 fics, so that the Fics List isn’t too long and overwhelming. I wouldn’t want 1 writer to promote 150 of their fics, resulting in no more space for smaller writers who just want their 1 or 2 fics to be promoted as well. Which fic you choose to promote is totally up to you, it can be your best work, your most underrated work, your newest work… Don’t send links to this blog directly!! Please wait for the applications to be open! And remember that voluntary writers will have to submit their fics through a different application form!

📚 Can I re-read a fic I’ve read in the past? What about during the event? And if I leave several comments on the same chapter, do I get more points? You can absolutely revisit an old favorite or re-read a previously started/read fic! You can also re-read the same fic several times during the event, however I very highly encourage you to read different works instead of always the same over and over. You can leave several comments on the same chapter (because who am I to stop you?) however you can only claim the points for this specific action once per chapter. You are allowed to receive the points if you comment again on a fic you’ve commented on before, as long as the comment is different enough from your previous one and has a purpose. Ie. commenting with ‘hey I’m reading this again’ won’t give you points, but writing 'hey I’m reading this again and just noticed XXX’ will.

📚 What if, as a writer, I have several AO3 accounts? Can I link more than 5 fics in the application? Yes you can. For example, if you have a SFW account and a NSFW one, you can link 3 of your SFW fics *and* 3 NSFW ones. As long as you make sure they’re all from the Undertale or Deltarune fandoms and you wrote them, it’s okay. Please don’t abuse the system though. Creating a new account and reposting your own work just to promote more of your fics is stupid, and you will be banned from the event if you do that.

📖 This FAQ is subject to updates 📖

#UT-rsc #Undertale fics Reading Summer Camp #announcement #FAQ

[catgirlkirigiri]

sans essay sans essay sans essay

@hawstar also asked for this so here it is!

To start off I’m going to copy paste a text I sent to my sibling earlier; Sans is so fucking tragic I hate how he became a meme among both the ut fandom and the rest of the Internet because he's such a relatable character (to me at least) that it's scary. Every aspect of him is so clearly carefully thought out with what he knows and the fact that he does and I'm going to cut myself off before I write an essay

And now we aren’t cutting ourself off. Full ramble below the cut. I focus on the aspect of resets and the nihilism they cause for Sans in this post, so warning for that kind of talk.

Sans is a character who, at a glance, is just a lazy comedian. But the further you look, the more there is to him. One important aspect of sans’s demeanor is the fact that he can remember previous timelines. He knows every time you’ve played through the game, and he remembers it. He’s stuck in a timeloop with no hope of freedom. For many players, this means he’ll get a happy ending and be freed of the loop. For even more of them, though… he isn’t so lucky. And these are our focus.

Sans’s laziness comes from a place of existential nihilism. To him, there’s no point in putting forth effort, because it’ll all be reset anyway. When you’ve been put through loop after loop after loop, it’s easy to lose any drive because everything is truly pointless for him. There is quite literally nothing to motivate him. Flowey, the other one who knows of the loops, uses every reset as a playground. Hell, he was in control of the timeline for a long period. He’s played with their fates and done whatever the fuck he’s wanted to with the underground for years while Sans had to watch it all happen, powerless to stop an entity whose death only resets the world.

For someone who doesn’t care, he cares a lot for the people in his life, as is shown frequently. He cares deeply for his brother, which if you somehow missed I’m shocked. He cares about monster kind enough to work as a sentry in the royal guard and enough to be tempted to claim the seventh human soul for them, and he cares about Toriel enough to keep Frisk safe. It can be argued through analyzing his fight dialogue that he cares enough about Gaster to remember him, despite the whole world forgetting, but we aren’t here for a Gaster rant. Yet the one thing he cannot care about is the world. Why is that? It’s simple.

The world goes away. The people in it don’t.

Until they do.

A genocide run tells so much more about Sans than people acknowledge. People would much rather fawn over Megalovania or cry after dying on their 276th attempt through his fight then acknowledge the pain he admits to in his fight dialogue. Sans admits that in this fight he “can’t afford not to care anymore,” acknowledging his lack of motivation in a resettable world, and he explains it here. He tells us that they have seen the anomaly of a reset, seen timelines “jumping left and right, stopping and starting…” The futility of living in such a world and being burdened with knowing of it would fuck with anyone. He can’t even have the comfort of someone else knowing of their personal hell because the only others aware of it are a homicidal flower who has previously had control over the timeline and the silent human that causes these resets.

He tells us that we “can’t understand how this feels,” and he’s right. The things that shaped Sans into the depressed nihilist he is don’t apply to our world. They can only be understood through the lense of someone who’s lived a thousand times, every life restarted because someone else wasn’t satisfied. He doesn’t care to reach the surface because he knows it would just get reset again. He stopped trying to go back because there’s no point. In his own words, nothing matters to him anymore, “cause even if we do... we'll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right?”

And that’s just focusing on one aspect of him. I could go on about him more if you guys ask again but I’m lazy, so this is all you’re getting today.

#zoracontent #answers #frost-paw #oh gosh do I main tag??? #fuck it I’m gonna #undertale #ut #sans #sans undertale #character analysis

[fatal-error-blog]

A Peaceful_Fundraiser has Occurred - An Effort to Fight Against Racial Injustice!

Hey everyone, this is going to be a long (but important) post. Given the title of this post, I’m sure you know what I’m about to mention. So before I get started I just want to say that it’s totally okay to not want to see this on your dash, coming from this blog specifically. While this is a really important issue that shouldn’t be shied away from, I do 1000% recognize that this blog has always been (very purposefully) kept as a fun and safe place for us all to enjoy a good story together. Heck, this blog is a safe place for me, too. I like knowing that I can come here and focus on content that makes me happy, and that makes you all happy, and just escape from how gross the world can be for a little while. But I also realize that I have the power to do some good, and I want to try to do some good, with your help, hopefully. I want you to know that it’s okay if you don’t want to see mention of what’s going on out there, here.

Any post I make on this blog that specifically references the racial injustice movement going on right now will be tagged with ‘FE BLM Fundraiser’. You are more than welcome to block that tag so you don’t have to see it here. It’s truly okay, I promise.

With that being said, let’s get into this!

I’ve never done anything like this before, so please bear with me! But like I said, I want to do some good with your help, hopefully. So I’ve made a charity fundraiser page where the proceeds will be going to the Black Lives Matter Global Network. If you’re not aware, there has been a lot of turbulence regarding racial injustice and police brutality going on all over the world, centered mostly in the United States. There are so many resources out there with information on what’s going on and different ways you can help (even without donating any money!) and I encourage you to do your research if it’s something you feel you need to be more enlightened on. I took a couple of days to think about how I wanted to help, and I thought that a fundraiser with awesome goals could be a really great thing! To be honest I’m not sure if we’ll reach many goals, but I think it’s worth a try, and no matter what, every little bit helps :) So here’s the deal:

A link to the donation page is here: https://secure.actblue.com/donate/fatal-error-blog

This fundraiser will run through the month of June, all the way up until midnight, June 30th EST!

Anyone who donates at least $15 will be able to receive a free commission from me!

Commissions will be a colored character bust (so like, from the top of their head to just below their shoulders) of a character of your choosing (not necessarily just Undertale themed, and can also include original characters or characters in different fandoms). This is a bit cheaper than my normal commission rate, so it’s a great opportunity to get some cool art if you’ve always wanted some!

If you want to claim your free commission, you need to: 1) Contact me via tumblr (@xedramon or @fatal-error-blog) or via email ([email protected]) saying you’d like your commission

2) Send me a screenshot of your (at least) $15 donation

3) Tell me the name of the character you want, and a reference picture I can use

*** You MUST contact me to get your commission. Pretty sure I’m not able to see how much people donate so I will have no way to reach out to you, so you have to reach out to me first! Commissions will get done as quickly as possible, and will be sent via however you contacted me (so either tumblr or email)

FUNDRAISER GOALS!

So along with the commissions, there are community goals we can all reach together! I feel like some of the higher goals are a bit daunting to reach, but if we reach them, good for us! Each goal has a fun reward attached to it that I think is worth the goal we’re trying to reach. $50 - Everyone here gets to vote on an Undertale AU to be featured in an upcoming chapter of A Fatal_Error has Occurred! It can be anything, from an AU that hasn’t appeared yet, to one that already has, to one that you think would be hilarious or cool to see, whatever! Only stipulation is that the creator of that AU has to give me permission to include it. If this goal is reached, I’ll make a list of the AUs people want to see in order of what was voted for, just in case the 1st place winner doesn’t give me permission, I’ll check with 2nd place, and so on.

$100 - I’ll host a Game Night Livestream! We’ll pick a date, and play some stream-friendly games (like Jackbox Party Pack!) for several hours! Perhaps we’ll even do two nights so that people can choose which night works better for them :)

$175 - I’ll host a 12 Hour Art Livestream! What’ll happen is that the stream session will be broken down into different segments (so maybe for a couple hours we do a request stream, and then we switch to working on something else, etc). People will have the opportunity to vote on the date we do the stream.

$250 - Everyone here gets to vote on which side comic I work on next! This means I’ll give everyone a couple of choices to pick from with a brief idea of what each side comic would be about. Everyone votes, and I’ll start on the winning side comic immediately. This is a great opportunity to basically demand that you get to see what you’re most excited about sooner rather than later!

$500 - This goal guarantees that Chapter Five of A Fatal_Error has Occurred will be completed by the end of THIS YEAR. Which is some seriously insane pacing, but hey if we reach this goal, a promise is a promise!

$750 - I will create a (hopefully awesome) Fatal_Error animation! I have a couple of ideas in mind, and perhaps I’ll let you all vote on what idea you’d like to see come to life the most. I am the most nervous about this goal, haha!

$1000 - I’ll host a 24 Hour Art Livestream!!! That means exactly what it sounds like! We’ll pick a date, I’ll take the most intense nap the world has ever known before we start, and then we’re gonna stream for 24 hours straight. I’ll set up a schedule so we do different things every few hours to keep it interesting. It’ll be so rad!

$2000 - Everyone here gets to vote on an Undertale themed tattoo (an honest to goodness permanent one) that I will, 100%, absolutely get! How this will work is that everyone will be able to suggest what I should get, I’ll pick a handful of the most popular ideas (that I’m cool with having on my body for the rest of forever) and you all will get to vote on what I get! This would, of course, occur once tattoo shops are allowed to open back up and it’s safe for me to go get one. But I promise you, I’ll do it and it’s gonna be AWESOME.

$3000 - Last but certainly not least, if this goal is reached then I will resume working on Sondertale again, alongside working on A Fatal_Error has Occurred. What’s Sondertale? Well, it’s another UT AU comic I started on before I ever began Fatal_Error’s comic. I ended up setting it aside so that I could focus on Fatal’s comic instead, and over time there has been some...surprisingly popular demand/request that I return to working on it. Originally I was going to consider what to do with it after Fatal’s comic is done, but if this rather large goal is reached then I will pick right back up where we left off and commit to finishing the comic, in it’s originally intended comic format. It’ll be a LOT of work (which is why getting a legitimate permanent tattoo is an easier goal to reach than this) but if we work together to donate this much, then it’ll be absolutely worth it.

And that’s it for the goals! I think that the higher goals will be plenty hard to reach, but if somehow we surpass the highest goal then uhh...I guess we’ll talk about what kind of goals you all might like to see after that, haha.

This fundraiser will run through the rest of June - so if you would like to donate and help contribute to seeing some of these goals realized, please do!

I will reblog this post on the following days: June 7th, June 14th, June 21st, and June 28th as a reminder, and also to update everyone on how the fundraiser is going. As goals are hit, I’ll also mention them on the blog so we can all share in the excitement of what’s to come!

Thank you so, so, so much for your consideration, your help, and your support. Please stay safe, stay hopeful, and stay determined.

Link to fundraiser page: https://secure.actblue.com/donate/fatal-error-blog

#FE BLM fundraiser #xed has something to say #blm #black lives matter #tw police brutality #fatal error #I'm very nervous but also excited #here we go! #thank you for your consideration!

[creepypso]

what is your opinion about invader zim and his fandom?

I mean considering that I'm currently rebuilding Zims house out of wood, clay and wires, and I'm also in background planning a Zib cosplay, I think it's a little obvious that I may like it haha

But yeah I really love Invader Zim. It is literally everything I like combined in one franchise. I love that there is no real hero and no obvious good and bad. I mean sure, Zim is pretty chaotic and tries to be evil but I wouldn't flat out say he is the villain. And I also wouldn't say that Dib is the hero. They're both just following their own goals and the other is just in their way.

And I also really love that Zim is the main character. I don't really care about stories where the story is following the good character. Naa. Gimme the characters that are confident in their goals, even if they may not be good, and want to reach them and don't care about what they have to do to get there. (And again, in IZ Dib also falls into that category. That's why I still can't decide, who I like more. Both are baby and that will probably stay that way)

That's also the reason why I like Error so much in the Undertale fandom.

But sadly, the ut fandom doesn't give him justice and every story I read always ended with him, the destroyer of universes, to turn good or neutral. In iz that's not the case. Zim is still Zim in every story I read so far! The stories are also a lot darker and deeper in general and at first I was a little surprised at how deep they can go but I love ittttt!

Ohh back when I had just found out about IZ, it was so much fun. It felt like scavenger hunt to find everything there is to IZ. From watching a random YouTube video, where they mentioned Invader Zim, to watching the series, to getting the comics recommended, to stumbling onto the unfinished episodes and then randomly reading the name "Pilot Dib" and then finding the pilot episode and so on. I wanted to understand all the details that hinted at something. And every time when I thought there couldn't be more, there was.

And also the music. Lately I've been listening a lot the soundtracks from Enter the Florpus when I draw. I still get goosebumps when I listen to some of the tracks.

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The fandom is also really different than to the Undertale fandom I had been in for the last years.

I can't really describe but it feels.. calmer? And the people are definitely different as well. To say it bluntly; more grown up.

They're also really passionate. I love how dedicated some creators are and how long some of them have been in the fandom. Sometimes I feel really weird when I talk with people and they tell me, they had been in the fandom for 10 years or watched the show the first time when it aired and I smile back with my almost 4 months of knowing about it. But that's also the thing, everyone I met so far, was really welcoming and open and let me fangirl about things they probably knew for years and even decade/s.

In general, I am absolutely amazed at how many amazing artists there are. Every day I find new videos or pictures that are just breathtaking. And the writers! I have read so many stories and they're really good and so creative and inspiring.

I talked a lot about it with my friend and we both agree that the IZ fandom has probably one of the best fanart.

I feel like since I joined, I got really inspired by all the creators and the official IZ art and my own art also improved a lot.

#ask #wafirek #Invader Zim #Today I'm apparently in a rambling mood

[waiting4inspiration]

Addicted XII: Love You

Summary: You and your father have a small fight before you can go see Ivar. Knowing that he’s hasn’t died from his stupidity, you finally tell him how you feel about him.

Warnings: angst, mentions of father abandonment, strong language, fighting, fluff, mentions of drug use and addiction, mentions of death, close death

Word Count: 1,695

Addicted Masterlist II Vikings Masterlist

You fell asleep in your father’s room, but woke the next morning in the bed with the furs over your body and him in a chair across the room. Pushing yourself up, you catch his eyes and make his head lift from between his shoulders and he gives you a smile. 

“I didn’t mean to take your bed from you,” you mutter, looking away from him and staring to the side as you slowly start to stand from the bed. 

He pushes himself out of his seat and shakes his head, holds up a hand to stop you from getting up as he walks closer to you. “It’s alright. I’ve had many sleepless nights before. Especially when trying to secure Nanard,” he mentions, your head lifting back up to him as he sits beside you. “Besides, after last night, you needed some rest.”

Last night… 

Looking down to your hands, remembering everything when you stare at the bandage around one hand, the one you accidentally cut, you bite your lip and close your eyes. When you do, an image of what Ivar looked like before you were taken out the room flashes across your mind’s eyes and it makes you breathe out a sad sigh. 

“Is he…” you trail off, not being able to even think that he might be dead. 

Renier takes in a deep breath and shifts in his spot as he clasps his hands together. “I went back to see how things were when you fell asleep. And the healer said that if you didn’t bring that piece of charcoal from the kitchen, he would have died,” he states. Would have died. He’s not dead. “You saved his life, (Y/n).”

Your head snaps up at his words and you stare at him with wide eyes. You saved his life? Feeling your heart leap in your chest makes a lump form in your throat and tears to form in your eyes. You saved him. He’s not dead. 

“Can I see him?” you whisper. The smile on your face is there because you’re relieved to know that his stupidity did kill him. But you’re also disheartened that he didn’t talk to you about his pain. His pain is the reason he looked for the leaves again and he didn’t know what to look for. He almost died, because he didn’t talk to you. 

Your father hums to himself, thinks about it for a moment before he smiles at you. “I don’t see why you can’t,” he says, reaching over to place his hand over yours. 

But you pull away from him and turn your head away from him. Sighing when you realize what you’ve done, you shake your head and let the tears fall from your cheeks. “I know you’re trying to make up for things. But, I don’t know if I’m ready to forgive you for leaving. You knew about Soini’s disability and how hard it was for him and for mother. But you left and you didn’t even try to come back sooner,” you say, slowly lifting your head up to him as your fingers twist the ring he gave you. “And I know what I said last night, but I think it’s for the best that you go back to Nanard and I stay here and...we just forget that this meeting ever happened-”

“You are my heir, (Y/n). How can I forget about this, about you now that I know you are alive?” he cuts you off, making you narrow your eyes at him as he moves closer to him. “You are my oldest child, my only child. It is the law that you take my throne.”

“I don’t want it!” You push yourself off the bed and step away from him when he tries to grab your hand again. “I don’t want your throne that you had to spill your father’s and your brother’s blood for even if you say it was a better life for your family. Mother wouldn’t have wanted to be queen, she was happy being just a healer. She was happy without titles,” you shout, feeling as if you knew your mother better than he did. “You become selfish. I see it now. You wanted the title. You wanted to be King and you were happy that you got the opportunity. Now, you’ve come back for your heir because it’s the only way you can secure your bloodied title,” you sneer, glancing down at the ring on your finger and slipping it off. 

Renier quickly stands to his feet and takes a step forward. “Fine. Maybe I was selfish. Maybe I was happy when I saw that I could be King. And yes, perhaps I have come for my heir because, yes, it is the only way I can secure my legacy. But have I forced you on my boat? Have I forced you to take that ring? Have I forced you to do anything you don’t want to do?” he questions, your heart pounding in your chest as he steps closer and closer to you. “You are my daughter first and foremost. Whatever you ask of me, I will do it if it means that you will forgive my selfishness that pulled me away from you.” 

His words make you take in a sharp breath. And when he tries to reach out to touch the side of your face, you pull away from him. Shaking your head, you hold your hand out and place the ring in his hand. “You took me away from Ivar when he needed me last night. I didn’t ask you to do that,” you say, your words are like venom as you take another step back.

If he can take you from Ivar once, what’s to stop him from trying again? Though you might be overthinking that, you still feel it is true. You are his daughter, he has more right over you than Ivar has. You’re not his thrall, or his wife. 

Turning around, you storm out the room and leave Renier standing in the middle of the room, staring at the ring you’ve placed in his hand. 

The only time you moved quicker through the halls was last night when you were looking for the ingredients for the cure. But now, you move with a different vigor; the desire to see Ivar again. But the only thoughts on your mind is that of your relationship with your father. 

You don’t know what kind of relationship it is. One moment, it seems civil, like you two can actually get on. But then it turns drastically and you end up shouting at each other. You don’t even know if you want him to be in your life like how he wants to be. What has he ever done for you?

Pushing the door open, your eyes landing on Ivar, you see his head weakly turning to the side to look at you. He smiles, lifts a hand to push the healer away from him as you quickly move to him. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he chuckles, frowning to see tears in your eyes. 

“What the hell were you thinking, Ivar?” you whisper, kneeling beside him on the bed and cupping your hand over his cheek. “You promise me you would tell me when you’re in pain. Why didn’t you?” you question, leaning closer to him as he rolls his eyes. “Ivar, I almost lost you. Don’t roll your eyes at me-”

“I didn’t tell you about my pain because you were in pain yourself,” he cuts you off, his voice making the healer in the room shift on her feet before realizing that this isn’t her place, so she quickly walks out the room. “I...thought I could handle my pain by myself, like I had done before I met you. And you were hurt because of your father. Talking about my own pain seemed…” he trails off, sighs, and looks away from you. 

You wait for him to carry on, but he doesn’t. He’s lost his words. “Irrelevant?” He nods, agreeing with your word and making you sigh. “You forget I am a healer. Your pain can never be irrelevant to me. You could never be irrelevant to me because-” you stop, bite your lower lip to stop yourself. 

He looks up at you, waiting for you to carry on. But the guilty look on our face makes a mischievous smile grow on his face. “Because what?” he urges. Pulling his hand away from his face, he weaves his fingers through your and raises an eyebrow. 

“Because I love you,” you whisper, dropping your gaze away from his eyes and staring at his chest. 

Ivar places two fingers under your chin to lift your gaze back up to him before moving his hand to cup the side of your face as he pulls you closer. “You love me?” he asks. You pull your lip between your teeth and nod your head. 

His thumb pulls your lip out from between your teeth, he pulls your face closer until your lips just touch his, your hands resting on his chest and he takes a deep breath at the feeling of your cold touch on his warmer skin. But still, his heart races in his chest and the feeling that he wants this moment to last forever grows inside him. 

“I love you,” he whispers, figuring that what he feels for you must be love too. 

The feeling that since your father arrived, he’s afraid he’ll lose you tugs at his heart every day. He’s afraid your father will take you away from him. The feeling that if he’s without you for one day, he’ll go crazy turns in his mind every night. 

That must be what love is. 

Pressing his lips to yours, he feels the feeling of giving you his heart. It belongs to you now, whether you know it or not, he doesn’t want anyone else. And that thought makes him shake his head and he deepens his kiss, pulls you closer so that your chest presses against his, trapping your hands between your bodies.

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[sparrowofsong]

Of Carrots and Cats

Whumptober No. 16 and Alt. 9

A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day - Hallucinations

Memory Loss

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Characters: Janus Sanders (Sympathetic)

Summary:  After being forgotten and locked away in his empty room for longer than he can remember, Janus has begun to lose his grip on reality. He's also quite hungry.

...You could say he doesn't carrot-all what he gets to eat as long as it's food.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Blood, starvation, self harm, implied abuse, triggered arachnophobia

Note: This takes place in my What a Nightmare! AU. (@what-a-nightmare-ts-au) However, it makes no real reference to the main plot to avoid spoilers (since I still have yet to. y’know. tell it.), so it could also be a standalone fic. 

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Something orange flashed across Janus's vision. Taken off guard, Janus furrowed his brow in confusion. 

Orange? Since when was anything orange in his room? 

He turned his head in the direction the thing went, and his eyes widened at the sight before him. 

A carrot.

His chest swelled with elation -- or maybe that was hunger. Either way, he couldn't care less what Thomas, and him by extension, thought of carrots. It was food. And it was right there. 

As he reached toward it, it started to run off, much to his dismay. "Nnh, nh, no, no, no, stop, come back! Please!" It halted and turned to him at the entrance of its hidey-hole in the wall. (What Janus wouldn't give to be that carrot. The lucky bastard could have a hiding place but not him? Unfair.) 

He shook his head and focused on the sheer delight that it was listening to him, then began whispering gently. "Please come back. You're okay. Come on." The carrot didn't move. Wasn't there a sound people made for animals to come to them? He forgot which animals exactly, but there was something, he knew that much.

He absentmindedly clicked his tongue in thought, and realized that it sounded familiar in this context. He clicked his tongue a few more times. The carrot took a few more steps closer. Grinning from ear to ear, he stifled a gleeful giggle. "There you go, bud. That's it. Just a lll... lihh...." 

He paused. What was the word again? It felt like it should be easy to remember. Why was he having so much trouble remembering things lately? He was losing track of relative time more and more often. He was forgetting words, simple and complicated ones alike. He was always forgetting his train of thought (not that it was ever important, of course). A while ago, he-- no, it was more recent than "a while," wasn't it? How recent? Was it today, yesterday, a few days ago? How long even was a day these days? Huh. Day was a weird word. It was pronounced like there were two vowel sounds, even though it was treated like it had one. Deh-ee. Dee. Deceit. God, how he hated that word; just the thought of it made him shudder. If only he could forget--

Oh, right, forgetting things. He was thinking about that for some reason. When was he doing that? It must have been a few hours ago. Or a few minutes? Which one was longer, again? He hadn't thought about it in a few years-- weeks-- months-- decades? He couldn't tell you. He didn't exactly have a calendar available to him. But it didn't really matter anyway, did it? After all, time was meaningless in the face of eternity.

As he lay his head down in exhaustion, he spotted something orange out of the corner of his eye.

Orange? Since when was anything orange in his room?

He strained his neck to get a better look without exerting himself too much, and was elated by the sight before him.

A carrot!

Food!!

His eyes widened in excitement. Who cared how gross carrots were? At this point, he'd take anything he could get.

He forced himself vaguely upright once more, preparing to drag himself toward it, and he could almost feel his heart split in two when it ran inside its hidey-hole in the wall. (What Janus wouldn't give to be that carrot. The lucky bastard could have a hiding place but not him? Unfair.)

Knowing all too well he'd never be allowed to reach the wall, he decided to try and coax the carrot out to him instead. Maybe it was like a cat! They had the same letters, after all. Right? Probably. They sounded similar at the very least. He realized he couldn't remember the last time he saw the two written down. Or anything written down, really. When was the last time he read a book? When was--

He noticed a bit of orange peek out of a hole in the wall. Right, the cat! Wait, that was too small for a cat. Unless it was a kitten. Ooh, that sounded closer to the word he was using before, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was. There must have been two syllables for sure. What was orange with two syllables and a "cuh" sound at the beginning?

Coral.

Construction.

Traffic cone.

Kayak.

Cantaloupe.

Cantaloupe sounded delicious right about now. Anything did, if he was being honest (like he was supposed to be). Even carrots would be--

Carrot!

Relieved to see that it was still there, he clicked his tongue a few times to coax it out of its hidey-hole. (What Janus wouldn't give to be that carrot. The lucky bastard could have a hiding place but not him? Unfair.) 

"Tut, tut, tut, tut, come on out little guy! You're okay!" he whispered. The carrot took a few tentative steps toward him, and Janus was nearly overwhelmed by sheer delight. It was listening to him! Janus couldn't remember the last time something listened to him. "There you go, bud. That's it. Just a little bit cl... c.... more.. here? Nearer!" He mentally congratulated himself for remembering the exact word so quickly. "Come on. You can do it. Tut, tut, tut, tut, tut..."

As agonising a wait as it was, Janus made sure the carrot was a mere few inches away from him before he pounced. To his amazement, it only took one try to snatch it up! Tears of joy began to well in his eyes as he laughed triumphantly.

He did something right!

He succeeded!!

Janus held it closely to his chest for a few moments, savoring this rare victory, before carefully opening his hands a teeny tiny bit to peer inside. His heart dropped when he saw that the carrot was gone. In its place was something black that was rather unpleasantly squirming around. He opened his hands more to get a better look, and noticed first that it was not, in fact, one thing. It was many things. He noticed second exactly what things they were, and had only a moment to register the information before they began escaping his grasp. 

He screamed in horror as countless spiders crawled up his arms, down his neck and back, in his hair, through his wounds and into his veins, through his mouth and into his lungs and stomach, through his ears and into his brain. They were biting him, poisoning him, choking him, eating him alive from the inside out and the outside in. They were everywhere. 

The welled up tears of joy now fell as tears of anguish. He clawed at his skin to tear them out, but every spider he removed revealed two more in its place, and they seemed more than happy to infest the newly-created wounds as well. He yanked his hair to pull them out of his head, but only succeeded in transferring more from his hands. He hit his head against the floor to knock them back out of his ears, but they only latched more tightly onto his brain. He began hacking violently to clear them from his lungs, but every inhale between coughs drew more in. 

There was nothing he could do. He was helpless. As usual. 

Couldn't he just have one success? He knew he didn't deserve it, of course, but still, not even one?

It didn't take long for him to lose the little energy he'd spent so long trying to stockpile. Trembling with fear and exhaustion, his breaths unsteady and faltering, he managed to curl into a ball, clutching his head with now golden, bloody hands as though he could somehow protect himself. 

What wishful thinking.

...Hopefully it didn’t count as a lie.

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[fadedtale]

♦ Golly, it’s been a hot second! This may as well be a bit of a tradition; posting an update whenever a certain game does, huh?

Anyhow;

♦ TL:DR; Underfade/Colorless and its subsequent AUs, as well as the rest of the Undertale blogs under my wings, are in an indefinite hiatus. Should the faded!Frisk AU ever revive, then this blog (fadedtale) will serve as the main hub for it. The original blog will no longer be running at all.

♦ I’m doing great by the way!... but if this little message somehow reaches out to others from this tiny corner of the wide internet, here’s a full report on the status of things;

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       – UNDERFADE/FADEDTALE RELATED –

❥ Why is fadedtale becoming the main blog for your AUs when you still have the original blog?

♦ Ha ha, it’s quite simple really!

I no longer have access to the original blog.

The email I used for it? I can’t remember it. Any record I have saved for what that email could be is also unfindable?? Please believe me when I say that I have tried near everything I could to try and recover the blog. A solid portion of the time away from this AU is the utter despair I felt not finding any trace of what made that blog in the first place.

Watch me say that and then find the email I need to claw my way back into it. Until then;

Goodbye, Underfade/Colorless It will forever exist as a relic of its time; a personally cringeworthy yet humble seedling for the monstrosity of a brainworm it is even to this day.

❥ Underfade/Colorless, cringeworthy?

♦ Immensely!

Not because it’s an Undertale AU, and not because Undertale is. Undertale is genuinely, unironically, epic and joy inducing -- thus, the work I’ve done for Undertale through these AUs is also joy inducing.

However, as the years have passed, I’ve become increasingly unhappy with how I managed things. I can’t look at that blog without feeling like I’m drinking raw lime juice, ha ha.

On the plus side; I’m happy with how much I’ve grown and changed since the blog’s establishment! That’ll be my overall takeaway... even if my past, not-nearly-as-cool self may forever exist within its own bubble of the internet.

❥ What about your other blogs? 

♦ I have no idea what the fresh hell is happening with my other blogs, as basically the only blog I do have access to still is fadedtale. So... my other UT blogs share the same fate as the original faded!Frisk blog: stasis.

❥ So... what’s the plan? 

♦ Well-!

As much as I want to come back and finish what I started, it has been difficult to find the motivation to.

Between real life, finding myself with real (!) paying (!!) art jobs, getting the therapy and rest I need to in between contract work, surviving 2020 and building myself up to higher heights, there hasn’t been much room at all for these AUs. I cannot guarantee, at all, that I will have the time or energy to return and work/roleplay for this as I once did.

I did think of just writing out at least the Underfade/Colorless AU and putting it someplace like Ao3, either as a series of notes or as a flimsily written fic, with either or being accompanied by the artwork I have accumulated on and off throughout my years’ long hiatus. I’m perpetually on the fence on this front!

Maybe by the time deltarune Ch. 7 is out, we’ll come back to all of this.

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       – UNDERTALE RELATED –

❥ CIN, CIN, CIN, DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2

♦ YO

WHY DO YOU THINK I’M WRITING THIS STATUS UPDATE. COINCIDENCE??? NO

In all seriousness; deltarune chapter 2 was a delightful and inspirational experience!! The series really is a nostalgic-feeling one. It’s why I keep coming back to it I think, ha ha. I hope everyone’s had a fun time with the new chapter, too!

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      – GENERAL NEWS –

❥ How’ve things been?

♦ I graduated college! I work as a full-time 2D animator! If you see my name in places, you can go “whoa! That’s a bird!”

I’ve been to weddings, I’ve been to graduations, I’ve been across the country, and I’ve been at home with my loved ones for over a year...

All in all, I’ve been just fine!

❥ What have you been up to lately?

♦ 2D animation contract work, mostly! Being loosely active in my typical haunts, too. I want to say my most active one nowadays is Discord, ha ha.

One of these days, it would be nice to pick up my britches and make my own game or webcomic. My current work in the 2D animation scene is saving up for that sort of dream.

Maybe I’ll see you there! Maybe not. I’ll let you know when deltarune chapter 7 lands.

❥ I want to talk to you! How do I do that?

♦ Echoing my last status update; I’m on Discord! If we don’t share a Discord server or if we haven’t RP’d when I was active, then... whoops.

The next best option is skybluescarf, which is my permanently queue-ing fandom blog. It may take a month or year to see messages from there.

❥ Anything else you want to mention?

♦ Kris, Chara and Frisk all canonically use they/them pronouns 🎉 This is an indisputable canonical fact and I’ve gotten enough therapy to take pride in my assertiveness, which I am exercising right now in order to aggressively stand for this notion.

Anyone who ships these characters with adults are free to take a vacation to hell!

Anyone who ships Cha//risk or any of the human children with Asriel, romantically, can also give me a wide berth. I see them all as friends/siblings and am firmly asserting this as well.

Otherwise, that should be all for now. Thank you all for your time and patience.

I’ll see you all later!

[1-800-roflmao]

Wash Day Delight Pt. 7

Rating:  General Audiences

WARNINGS:  None

Fandom:  Undertale (Video Game)

Relationships:  Papyri Harem.  

Characters:  Papyrus (UT!Pap), Reader, Blue (US!Sans), Willow (HT!Pap), Mutt (FSR!Pap), Red (UF!Sans), Coffee (FSG!Pap), Oak (HT!Sans), and Mentions of Other AU Skeletons

If you prefer reading on AO3

*Willow is here to save the Reader’s toes after that trip through the void.  She finally gets to have her shower and ponder.  Meanwhile, the guys discuss downstairs and Coffee reminds them Google is a thing.

*Bonus: Fluffy Willow moments.

PREVIOUS || FIRST || NEXT

Papyrus was never a fan of shortcuts and not just because his brother borderline abused them.  No, he didn’t enjoy the pervasive feel of the void around him.  The cold of Snowedin never bothered him, but the void’s cold always managed to sink and settle into his bones no matter how short their time was spent in the odd space.  By the way he could feel the human in his arms shivering lightly let him know she was feeling it as well.  Finally, the inky blackness of the void seemed to pull before snapping and his well lit home falling into place around him was almost blinding.  

“ALRIGHT, YOU CAN OPEN YOUR EYES,” Blue had yet to release his grip on Papyrus’s arm as he used it for leverage to check on their friend.  She was slowly unfurling from the fetal position she had curled into during their trip.  Had she been that cold?  His sockets took in her attire and he mentally kicked himself for not realizing how light her clothing was.  And humans were more sensitive to temperature to boot.

“APOLOGIES!  I SHOULD HAVE GRABBED A BLANKET FOR YOU.” Papyrus wanted to help rub some warmth into the bared skin of her arms and legs, but he doubted his frozen bones would do much good right now.  Even Blue was resisting touching her right now.  

She had unfurled as much as she dared and patted his chest before trying to speak.  Her teeth chattered shortly into her effort and she quickly closed her mouth with a little embarrassed huff.  He managed to stifle a giggle at the cute display as she took a moment to rub her hands together and blow hot air into her palms before pressing the warmed skin into her cheeks and rubbing more.  Blue didn’t bother hiding his chuckles and she sent him a pouty glare, “N-not f...f-f… fun-ny!” she pushed out.

Blue just grinned as he lifted a hand and made a show of removing his glove, “NOT FUNNY SHE SAYS!” he cackled as her glare quickly melted into horror and panic as the energetic skeleton hovered his hand over her bare leg.  

“D-don’t you d-are!”  she chattered, legs jerking slightly as she seemed to be holding back from moving too much.  Papyrus could feel her jump as Blue dropped his hand lower playfully.  

“OKAY, THAT’S EN-EH!!!” his statement was cut off as a new pair of skeletal hands came into view and plucked the shivering human from his arms swiftly.  It took a moment for his mind to catch up with what just happened as he snapped his head up to see who had stolen his friend.

“WILLOW!” It had been Blue calling his doppelganger’s nickname as they both watched the towering skeleton adjust his hold on her so she was pretty much sitting in the crook of his arm, tucked against his side, with his palm cupping her feet as his fingers gently rubbed at her toes.  She seemed to be shivering less and less, relaxing into Willow’s hold even as said skeleton fussed over and at her.  Papyrus and Blue weren’t exempt from a scolding though as Willow turned his attention to them and wasted no time falling into a lecture.

“I UNDERSTAND YOU TWO WERE EXCITED TO HAVE OUR FRIEND OVER TODAY, BUT THAT IS NO EXCUSE TO RUSH AND FORGET NECESSITIES LIKE SOCKS AND SHOES!  HUMANS LOSE MOST OF THEIR BODY HEAT THROUGH THEIR FEET!” Papyrus and Blue just resigned to their fate and bowed their heads guiltily. Thankfully, Willow’s scolding was halted by the human in his arms patting his chest.  

“That’s enough, Willow,” she hushed, for some reason looking guilty herself.  “Blue and Pap took real good care of me before the shortcut, so go easy on them, please?” The two she praised perked up.  “Plus, they weren’t the only ones excited to come over today,” she finished her plea and Willow took a moment to consider it before letting his shoulders and features relax.  

“FINE,” he gave in and sighs of relief resounded before a confused squeak escaped their guest as Willow turned around with her still cradled against his side and started making his way up the stairs.

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“Um… Willow?” she called, trying not to look down or around.  Willow was already tall… no, tall wasn’t enough to cover just how much airspace this particular skeleton cousin took up.  Now, they were on stairs… ascending said stairs steadily and just out of her view she knew the ground floor was getting further away and the ceiling was getting closer.  She knew he wouldn’t drop her, but lord, a fall from this height would do some damage and be extra painful today especially.  

He answered with an inquiring hum, not even glancing down at the human he had pretty much kidnapped.  “Where are you taking me?” she questioned, eyes focused on his face and nothing else.  Even the sound of rushed footfalls on the stairs behind them didn’t pull her attention.  It was most likely Papyrus or Blue trying to catch up.

“TO YOUR BATH, OF COURSE,” he answered like it was the most obvious answer.  A little “oh” fell from her lips before pouting a bit as she squinted up at him.  

“I could always walk?” she put out there.  They were literally going to have her spoiled if they kept carrying her this much.  Plus, she still had that nagging feeling that as an adult she shouldn’t have things this easy.  

Willow only hummed again, but made no move to put her down even as they reached the landing and took a left to go down the long hallway.  So, no walking for her.  Knowing Blue, he probably told the whole household Papyrus’s plan to pamper her today.  

“WILLOW!” Speak of the devil and he shall appear.  No longer on the stairs, she looked just in front of them to where Blue was pretty much jogging backwards in order to stay ahead of Willow’s long gate. And Willow wasn’t letting up, but did tip his skull down to acknowledge the small skeleton.  “YOU CAN’T JUST STEAL Y/N!” he scolded, “PLUS, ALL HER STUFF IS WITH ME.”  He gestured to the pack on his back.

“AND YOU’RE HERE WITH IT, I DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM,” was Willow’s sassy reply.  Blue opened his mouth to respond, but his teeth clacked shut as words failed him.  She giggled as Blue huffed and he sent a little glare her way.  He had to scramble out the way as they had finally reached the “master bath” and Willow wasn’t wasting any time as he pushed the door open with his free hand and stepped inside.  

This was only her second time in here and it still amazed her how extravagant and expensive a bathroom of all things could feel.  If she remembered correctly, it was Black’s insistence they have at least one bath like this.  She could see his tastes echoed in the dark marble countertops and black paneling along the walls.  Wine must have had a say as well from the cozy touches like the cypress wood flooring and cabinets, decorative towels and art pieces--she’d have to ask if Coffee made some of these.  She hadn’t asked last time whose decision it was to have not only a skylight, but a floor to ceiling glass panel next to the modern soaking tub.  Thankfully, their house was outside city limits and up in the hilly area, nestled on a cliff side.  They probably have a fantastic view of the stars come night time through that window.  Right now though, all she could see was blue skies with lazy, wispy clouds.  

“Oh, that’s new,” she commented, noticing all the new plants and even what looked like a moss mat placed before the tub.  

“HM, WHAT IS?” Willow questioned as he carried her closer to the shower.   Now able to see the just as extravagant shower, she could see another of the mats in front of it as well.   Now, that she looked more closely, the little organic mats made a cute stepping stone-like trail over to the tub.  

“That,” she pointed out, fingertip following the trail before twirling to indicate all the plants in general.

Willow’s sockets widened a fraction as he realized what she was talking about before smiling, no beaming proudly.  He straightened up as much as he could while carrying her, impressive considering his back wasn’t the best.  “THAT WOULD BE MY BROTHER’S DOING!” he proclaimed, practically glowing with pride, “HE’S RECENTLY GOTTEN INTO GARDENING AND BOTANY.  OH, YOU SHOULD SEE HIS GARDEN! I MEAN… IT’S NOT IN BLOOM RIGHT NOW, BUT IT’S STILL IMPRESSIVE AND HE’S THINKING ABOUT A GREENHOUSE ONE DAY SO HE CAN GROW FRUITS AND VEGETABLES ALL YEAR ROUND FOR US TO EAT.”  He was rambling, but that was fine.  It was touching seeing his enthusiasm for his brother’s new hobby… would it be considered a hobby?  She felt better thinking of it as a passion.  “OH! I’M SORRY, I GOT OFF TRACK,” he apologized but she just shrugged.

“I don’t mind, I actually like it,” she assured.  She adjusted her grip on him as she felt him starting to crouch down.  

“GREAT! BECAUSE I HAVE MORE TO SAY!” he chirped, sockets curving just a bit as she giggled in response.  Bent at the knees, he eased her onto her own feet which left her standing between his spread femurs with her hands on his shoulders for balance as she stretched and flexed her legs to wake them up.  He continued to chat with her throughout.  “BUT MY BROTHER’S FAVORITE IS TAKING IN RESCUES,” he started and gestured to the plants in the bathroom, “THESE ARE SOME HE’S REHABILITATED.”  He had dove into telling how Oak explained that these plants in particular thrived in more humid environments, plus how he had convinced the more bourgie of their housemates to allow the plants to be kept in this bathroom.  Apparently, it had been Wine who gave in first, but it took near half the household to convince Black.  What won him over was the moss being useful for soaking up water and the plants for their air purifying qualities.

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By the time he finished retelling the saga, she had taken a seat on one of the mats as she laughed along with him as he whispered how Black had been caught talking to one of the plants.  “HIS DEFENSE WAS THAT HE HEARD OAK TALKING TO THEM SEVERAL TIMES,” he completed his tale, his small sockets softening as he took in how even her eyes seemed to be shining with her mirth.  

“Well, I read somewhere that talking to plants actually can help them,” her words were still interrupted by cute little giggles.  Finally, she took a deep breath and held it before releasing slowly.  She had lifted a hand to fan herself and he could understand why considering the flush he could see on her cheeks and ears.  “I’m happy for Oak, it seems like he really found something he loves--aside from you, of course,” she remarked thoughtfully, “And I can hear how proud you are as well.”  

“I AM.” He had been ecstatic when his brother finally found something to focus on other than food and his condition.  All thanks to a sad little plant he had found left out to die and be thrown away with the trash one day.  It had been nothing more than a single stem with one big leaf that had shriveled and was turning brown at the edges.  

It had been confusing at first when his brother came home with it carefully cupped in his palm with soil he had dug up to cover its roots.  Oak had mumbled that he couldn’t find a pot or anything for it and he had forgotten his money at home, but it needed help, so he did what he could.  He hadn’t questioned it.  Now, that sad little plant was taller than him and outgrowing its current pot quickly, but they were waiting for the warmer months to plant it in the ground finally.  

“THE ROUTINE OF TAKING CARE OF THE PLANTS HELPS HIM TREMENDOUSLY. PLUS, TALKING TO THE PLANTS HELPS HIM AS WELL! IT STRENGTHENS HIS MEMORY,” he added, teeth quirked into a gentle smile.  She just hummed in response and he flushed a bit as he saw she was now gazing up at him with her chin resting on her braided fingers.    He wished she wouldn’t look at him like that.  So gentle, so warm, and so understanding.  It gave him hope when he knew damn well her feelings were just platonic.  Besides, he knew he didn’t stand a chance against his prime version.

Sighing, he stood up and rolled his shoulders and neck to ease the stiffness that had set in.  “WELL, I SHOULD LEAVE YOU TO IT,” he dismissed as he offered her a helping hand and pulled her to her feet; bare toes wiggling and pressing into the moss mat curiously.  He still couldn’t--no, he could believe it-- he simply couldn’t wrap his mind around how they had forgotten even shoes or socks for her.  

“Oh, I get to bathe myself?” she joked as she peeked around Willow to find Blue, but all she saw was her bag abandoned on the counter.  He must have run off while they were talking.  

Willow immediately lifted a hand to cover his now glowing cheekbones and nose ridge, “I BELIEVE THE AGREEMENT WAS THAT YOU BATHE YOURSELF.”  He heard her snort and looked down at the human as she now rummaged through her bag, pulling out a few containers, a bright colored netting of some sort, a change of clothes, and even a bath bomb.  “UNLESS YOU’VE CHANGED YOUR MIND OF COURSE,” he watched her freeze like a dear from the corner of his vision as he looked off to the side in feigned innocence, “IT IS DIFFICULT FOR YOU HUMANS TO REACH CERTAIN PLACES ON YOUR OWN, CORRECT?”  Oh, she was blushing something fierce right now.

“WILLOW!” she whined, now imitating an ostrich as she pressed her face into her bag to hide.  

“WOWIE, MY NAME SURE IS POPULAR TODAY!” he replied playfully as a muffled little scream came from the bag she was hunched over.  He chuckled and gently pushed the edge of the bag’s opening down enough so he could see her eyes peeking at him.  Well, glaring right now.  “WHY ARE YOU SO EMBARRASSED, HUMAN?  I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT HELPING YOU WASH YOUR BACK IF YOU WANTED,” a crooked grin pulled at his teeth as her eyes narrowed further.

“Uh. Huh,” was her answer and somehow that sound carried so much attitude and meaning.  Yeah, she definitely didn’t buy it, but at least she was finally emerging from the bag and finishing unpacking what she needed.  He smiled as he saw her pull out a pair of cute fuzzy socks.  Those would have helped earlier, but at least he wouldn’t have to hunt down a pair… most of theirs wouldn’t fit anyway.  “So, how do y’ll want ta do this?” she asked him suddenly as she started zipping up the bag  again.

“DO WHAT EXACTLY?”

She was staring for a moment, looking for any indication that he was playing dumb before finally answering, “My hair?  I told Papi I’d let him help with it, but he’s off somewhere, so I can’t ask him.”  Oh?  She’s letting Papyrus touch her hair?  He really had no chance, huh?  “But I don’t mind if more of you want to help out, too.”

“YES,” the word had jumped from his teeth as soon as she finished speaking.  Taking a deep breath and recomposing himself as her now wide eyes just blinked up at him in shock.  “I MEAN I’D LOVE TO HELP OUT… WITH YOU HAIR I MEAN,” he tried again, volume and tone hopefully more casual.  He had his hands behind his back to hide his fidgeting fingers.  

One more blink before her expression, only for a second, twisted into suspicion and curiosity.  The look was gone and replaced with something neutral, but welcoming.  Just what had gone through her mind, he wondered.  “Okay…” she dragged out the vowel a bit, “So, once again, how are we going about this?  Do y’ll want me to wash my hair and you just get to do the styling, detangling, blah blah blah… oooor-”

She quieted as Willow held up his palms to her, “WE WANT TO DO EVERYTHING.”  

“Everything?” He nodded with an eager smile, fingers curling into happy fists that were shaking from tension as he withheld pumping them excitedly.  He watched her look up to the ceiling in thought before shrugging, “Alright, so I’ll just wash up for now and save my long soak for later.”  She was thinking aloud as she picked up her bag and held it out to him, “While I’m washing, why don’t y’ll pick out some products we’ll use?  Mainly focus on the scent for now.”  

He took the bag with a nod and a surprised little rep as he felt how hefty the bag still felt.  “Yeah, we probably went overboard, but Blue figured it’s better to be over prepared than under,” she explained and he could only nod in stunned silence as he turned and started to finally leave.  

“Oh!” He paused in the doorway and looked back at her.  She had only managed to turn on the shower to start warming it up and though she wasn’t looking at him kept speaking, “You guys also need to figure out how and where we’re going to wash my hair.”    

Willow’s skull tilted and he lifted a brow bone in question, “ARE WE NOT DOING IT IN HERE?” He thought the bathroom was where humans took care of all their hygiene needs.  And shouldn’t she know how to wash her hair?  She’s supposed to show them after all.  

She just hummed and took a long look around.  “I guess we could, but…” she trailed off.  

“BUT?” he pushed, genuinely curious.

“The tub is a bit tall for me to be leaning over for a long time and I know your back wouldn’t appreciate it either, plus it would require a cup or something to dump water over my head.”  She wasn’t wrong about his back.  So, that was out.  Plus, it didn’t sound pleasant to have water dumped over one’s head over and over.  “The sink in here is higher, but that would be difficult for me.  Plus, it’s a bit shallow and once again, we’d need a cup.”  Sink was out, too, then.  

“And last, the shower.  That’s usually where I wash my hair, but it’s a bit difficult with multiple people.. At least it is if you’re not comfortable being naked or in swimsuits together,” she laughed and he blushed a bit at the intimate, domestic scene it summoned in his mind.  “Other than that, the only ways I think we could make it work up here is if I leaned over into the shower or knelt down and we used the removable shower head,” she put out the idea, but he immediately knew it wouldn’t work out.

“THE WATER PRESSURE WOULD RESULT IN A VERY MESSY… WET EXPERIENCE,” he lamented and she just nodded sagely with a little shrug.  How would they get this done?  Was it even possible?

“If it helps,” she piped up, holding a hand under the spray and feeling the temperature of the water, “We usually use the kitchen sink or a utility sink.  Ylls is still tall, but I think if I stand on a chair, it might work.”  She sent him a confident smile as he perked up at the idea, “Y’ll have time to think it over.  Plus, I want to show you all something before that anyway.”  After that, she had shooed him out and he left with a promise to talk it over with the others.  He couldn’t help wondering what she wanted to show them. 

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Once the door closed behind Willow, she couldn’t get out her clothes fast enough.  This bath has been due for a bit and my god it already felt heavenly on just her palm from touching the water.  Leaving her clothes on the floor right where she shed them, she went to dive into the shower before remembering she needed her soap and other supplies to actually get clean.  One naked dash to the counter to scoop up what she needed and back again,plus she tossed a shower cap on at the last minute; finally, she was able to enjoy her shower.

She debated rushing as to not keep the boys waiting, but she rarely gets to experience a rain shower like this.  It was dampened-heh-by the plastic shower cap, but overall was pleasant.  She took a moment to just bask and relax, but her mind began to wander and shower thoughts filtered in.  

Namely how all the skeletons she had interacted with today had been surprised that she was letting them do anything with her hair.  Well, they hadn’t expressed their surprise with words, but their body language and facial expressions spoke volumes.   That had been genuine surprise and shock she had seen.  Add in their eagerness to help her with her hair--adorable--and it’s obvious they’ve wanted to possibly touch her hair or ask about it for a while.  

Had she done something to make it seem like she didn’t want anyone touching her hair?  At all?  She mulled over all the time she had known the skeletons and the only things she could think of is maybe they witnessed someone touching her hair without permission and she snapped on said person.  It happens less now, but it has happened.  Even that would only make sense if they didn’t hear everything she says to the person.  She always mentions consent when she gets on people with wandering, overcurious hands and fingers.  So, they would know they just need to ask? Right?

Brow scrunching, she sighed and stepped from under the rainfall to finally start actually cleaning up.  Going through the familiar motions, she continued to turn over and pick at the mystery.  It wasn’t until near the end of her shower when she was rinsing off the suds, something clicked… “Cash.”

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“we were startin’ ta wonder if doll changed her mind, will o’ the wisp,” a skeleton dressed in mostly black with a fur lined hood and a single gold fang jeered from his seat on the living room sofa just as Willow reached the bottom of the staircase.  A disappointed grunt followed as the taller skeleton purposely ignored his comment.

“RED, I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO WORK TODAY?” Willow inquired as he stepped into the living room, only after hearing Blue and Papyrus’s voices reprimand the gold fanged sans.  Standing in the doorway, he could now see that the two were sitting on cushions on the floor before the tv.  From the characters running and bouncing around the screen, it looked like they were playing Smash.  Leaning over the arm of the couch opposite the one Red was sitting on was Coffee.  He spared a little wave to Willow, but went back to watching the other two play.  He was probably waiting to jump in and play whoever wins. Stretched across that same couch with his fur lined hood up and obscuring his face was Mutt.  His long legs hung over the remaining arm of the couch and his arms were crossed over his chest.  He truly slept like the dead as he didn’t budge or even twitch.  His chest didn’t fall and rise in simulated breath either.   The last skeleton in the room was Willow’s brother, Oak, and he was currently snoozing as well, leaned back against the couch with his skull lolling to the side.  

“wha’, i’m not invited ta y’lls lil’ wash day thing,” Red growled, but his crimson eyelights avoiding Willow’s gaze hinted he was simply dodging the question and not offended.

Before Willow could call him out on this, Mutt surprisingly beat him to it, “him n’ sansy had a lil’ lover’s spat.”  Ah, so he wasn’t sleeping.

“would ya’ quit callin’ it that!” Red barked, scowling as chuckles only rumbled from Mutt.      

Coffee’s soft voice just barely spoke above the noise of the other two, “Red wanted to test the machine…”

Willow just arched a brow bone as he set down his hefty load on the coffee table, “AND SANS, I’M GUESSING, DID NOT?”  He looked to Red for confirmation and said skeleton huffed, crossing his arms with a frustrated scowl marring his features.

“dun know how he expects us ta know if the damn t’ing works w’itout testing it!” he mumbled, “coward doesn’t even like ta turn it on most times…”  

“WELL, IN HIS DEFENSE, THAT MACHINE IS THE REASON ALL OF US ARE HERE RIGHT NOW,” Willow’s attempt to play mediator only resulted in Red grunting and sinking more into the cushions.

Blue had handed off his controller to Coffee who eagerly vacated his spot on the couch and took Blue’s place on the floor.  “HE’S GOING TO POUT (“m’not poutin’!”) FOR A WHILE,” he stated as he moved to kneel by the coffee table.  His eye lights were glued to the bag he remembered bringing upstairs not that long ago, “WHY DO YOU HAVE HER BAG?”  He hoped she had everything she needed upstairs.

His question had Papyrus perking up behind them, but the prime doppel refused to take his sockets off the tv, “I’D LIKE TO KNOW AS WELL!” He wished he could turn and investigate, but Coffee took his games seriously and he had yet to beat the younger skeleton at any.  Maybe today would be the day.

Willow sat in Coffee’s empty spot on the couch to ease his back so he wouldn’t be bent over as much.  His weight displaced the cushions more than Coffee had and resulted in Mutt slipping down a bit further, closer to his hip and pulling at his hood.  Said skeleton didn’t complain and just let it happen, opening his unscarred socket so a rusty blood orange eyelight swiveled to look at the bag in question.  “lil’ missy plannin’ ta stay fer while?” he inquired as he took in how full it seemed.

Blue laughed, “NEVER KNOW! WE JUST WANTED TO BE PREPARED!” he chirped.

“BETTER TO BE OVER PREPARED THAN UNDER!” Papyrus joined in before squawking in surprise and muttering a little curse.  Coffee could be heard giggling softly and whispering how Papyrus had to put money in the swear jar now, on top of his impending loss.

Mutt just nodded and Willow hummed as he unzipped the bag, “SHE WANTS US TO PICK OUT WHAT PRODUCTS TO USE.”  He plucked a jar from the bag to examine.

“why’?” Red had sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat so he could see the bag’s contents better.   “shouldn’t she be tellin’ us what ta use?” he mumbled as his eyelights expanded at the amount and variety of products in the bag, “she bought da’ whole store?!”  

Blue just snickered and those snickers were growing into laughter as Mutt finally gave in to his own curiosity and sat up.  Both sockets now open and eyelights mirroring Red’s own in shock, “never thought i’d be so thankful ta not have hair.”  He rubbed a hand over his skull, “exhausted just lookin’ at all this.  No wonder they got a whole day just for washin’ hair.”  

Willow shook his head at the two with a withered sigh as he could hear Papyrus joining Blue in poorly hidden laughter.  “THEY DON’T USE ALL OF IT,” he resisted burying his face in his hands in exasperation, “HENCE WHY SHE WANTS US TO HELP CHOOSE WHICH ONES TO USE TODAY.”  He lifted the product he had already taken from the bag and wiggled it for emphasis, “WE’LL JUST PICK OUT BASICS… SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER…”  he trailed off.  It hit him that he didn’t know what exactly could be considered basics beyond that.

“We could look up the rest…” Coffee spoke up, tilting his head towards the conversation, “...there should be something about this on the internet right?”  A harsh click of a button and snap of the joystick could be heard before an anguished cry belted from Papyrus as his character went flying to the edge of the edge of the screen.   A flash of light then the announcer chiming in loudly: GAME!  He had lost once again.  “Good game, Pap…” Coffee patted the defeated monster’s back as he dramatically sobbed into his hands.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR THAT FROM YOU!” Papyrus whined and they could practically hear him pouting as Coffee just giggled.  

“GREAT IDEA, COFFEE!” Blue wasted no time whipping out his phone and holding it up proudly as his eyelights formed to stars, “MWEHEHEH!  WITH THIS WE WILL PICK OUT THE PERFECT ASSORTMENT AND HELP HER HAVE THE BEST WASH DAY EVER!”  

Papyrus bounced back from his crestfallen state as heard Blue’s declaration.  He joined them at the coffee table and clapped for Blue who just beamed more.  Coffee offered his own shy clap of support as he wandered over as well and settled into an empty spot on the other side of Blue.

Red’s eyelights couldn’t roll any harder at their antics. A frown still pulled at his teeth as something wasn’t sitting right with him about this situation, “thought doll didn’t like anyone messin’ wit’ her hair?” Why the sudden change of heart? The others went quiet at his question and Mutt just hummed along, the sound giving way his curiosity about this as well.

Papyrus fiddled with his hands, braiding and unbraiding his fingers, before breaking the silence that had fallen on the room, “WELL, AS YOU KNOW--from the group text--WE CONVINCED HER TO LET ME-US TAKE CARE OF HER.”  He inhaled and looked up, looking at each skeleton in the room, “I ASKED IF WE COULD HELP WITH HER HAIR…”  A soft smile lifted the corners of his teeth, “AND SHE SAID YES.”  

Nothing was said for a bit as Papyrus’s words sank in before Mutt hummed once again, “well… let’s get ta pickin’ then.”  Nods were shared in agreement.  It didn’t answer why, but it would do for now.  

Willow started them off with the product he had already.  He read the label aloud, “HAIR HONEY?”  before unscrewing the lid.  He didn’t need to lean in to get a whiff of its scent.  Not only because his naturally more sensitive sense of smell, but it was potent and the others around perked in curiosity as well.  It was sweet and warm, but not floral.  Maybe a bit fruity?  It reminded him of a tropical drink… the color of it certainly looked like honey though.  Before he could even question what it was for, he could hear Blue’s distals tapping at his screen to look it up.

“HAIR HONEY IS A BALM FOR STYLING, MOISTURIZING, AND ADDING SHINE TO HAIR,” he read, along with a few details about ingredients.  Surprisingly, the product had very little to no actual honey in it.  

“WHY CALL IT HONEY IF IT HAS NO HONEY?” Papyrus voiced the question they were all thinking as Willow replaced the lid on the jar and set it aside.

“‘n they say monsters are bad at namin’,” Red grumbled before jumping as the cushions beside him shifted and sank.  He could hear a long, loud sniff and scowled at Oak as the larger skeleton was literally following his nasal cavity to the now closed jar. “Fuckin’ ell when did you wake up!” he griped.

Oak ignored him for picking up the jar and opening it again to take a deep sniff.  A moment later they could hear purring.  

“Missy might not be gettin’ that one back,” Mutt chuckled as he took his turn digging in the bag for a product.  They continued like this.  Taking turns picking a product, reading and looking it up, sniffing, and eventually sorting them into piles at Papyrus’s insistence.  They had started with two: YES and NO.  But the YES pile was now organized by scent.  The “tastier”--as Oak put it--scented products had been more or less hoarded by said skeleton.  It was obvious what his vote was for.

“is it really smart ta have her smellin’ all yummy and shit,” Red had scooted to the far side of the couch away from Oak.  It was too much being next to the giant while he was purring with the volume of a freight train. He swears the cushions were vibrating.  Willow’s sockets narrowed on the smaller skeleton, “I HOPE YOU ARE NOT INSINUATING WHAT I THINK YOU ARE.”  His still crooked teeth pulled into a frown.  His braces were slow to fix them.  

“THAT WAS VERY UNCOUTH, RED,” Papyrus agreed and Willow sent his duplicate an appreciative smile.  

Mutt shrugged as he watched Blue repacking the NO pile, “‘m fine wit her smellin’ like a snack~”  His gold fangs glinted as he smiled, a teasing lilt to his voice.  “‘sides it’s hard not to considerin’ half this stuff has some sort of ‘butter’ in it...” he muttered.  He had no clue what exactly cocoa or shea butter was or what it did, but it smelled amazing.  

Red agreed with the butter comment.  Hell, he was still trying to figure out how they got butter from something like olives, hempseed… MANGOES?  A god damned fruit… how?  Not too mention the different oils… it was like they were trying to purposely seasoning themselves.

Blue choked on a cut off laugh and Red had cracked a smile, snickering.  Willow had tilted his skull back with a far away, tired look to the ceiling, but couldn’t hide a light flush to his cheekbones.  Papyrus had slapped a hand to his forehead with an exasperated sigh.  

Coffee giggled quietly, “...I have a bit of a sweet tooth as well…”  That was an understatement.  He had the biggest sweet tooth out of all of them. A golden blush flushed his cheekbones as all attention had turned to him in mild shock that he had said something even slightly close to a double entendre.    

A barked laugh burst from Red and Mutt.  The taller of the two recovered first with a satisfied sigh, “well, now we really gotta go with Oak’s choice.”  

Red wiped a tear from his socket as he conceded with a shrug and amused huff, “fine, fine…”  Blue and Papyrus agreed since they were outvoted either way, but Willow had yet to speak.  He was staring down Red, frown still in place.  The skeleton currently under his harsh gaze began to sweat, eyelights wobbling and shrinking as he refused to make eye contact.  The trio on the floor shifted awkwardly and after a subtle glance between the two, they busied themselves with packing up the products they wouldn’t be using.  “what?!” he finally snapped, turning sharply and glaring up at the towering monster.

“ya still owe us an apology…” Oak rumbled, his bloated red eyelight focused on Red.  His brother crossed his arms over his chest and hummed in agreement.  

“seriously?” Red looked between the two in disbelief.  Neither held an expression that they were joking and Mutt was offering no support for him.  The trench coat clad skeleton instead was looking at the ceiling with the utmost concentration.  Traitor… Red tried holding out stubbornly and debated simply shortcutting away, but even he knew he had overstepped.  Maybe that therapist was worth the money.  “m’sorry…” he grumbled, scrunching up in an effort to hide further in the fluff of his hoodie.  

Oak looked to his brother to see if he approved of the apology.  It was a piss poor one even by his standards, but he knew they probably wouldn’t get much more than that right now.  Willow’s expression definitely said the apology wasn’t up to standard, but let his shoulders fall and his arms uncross.  It was enough of an acceptance for Red as the smaller skeleton sighed in relief at the tension easing in the room.  

Papyrus, Coffee, and Blue had finished packing by now and Papyrus clapped his hands, a bright smile lighting up his face.  “WITH THAT AND OUR CHOICE OF HAIR CARE PRODUCTS COMPLETED, I’D SAY WE’VE DONE GOOD!” he boasted and Blue nodded along.  Oak just hummed and purred happily; he turned his attention back to the products on his lap.  

“BUT WE’RE NOT DONE YET,” Willow interjected and confused, curious eyelights and sockets were aimed his way.  He was grateful the more prim and proper and strict of their household were not in for this particular conversation.  “YOU SEE, WE NEED TO FIGURE OUT HOW WE’RE GOING TO WASH HER HAIR…. OR RATHER, WHERE?” he continued on to explain that they had already scratched off the upstairs bathroom she was using, plus pretty much any other bathroom at that.  “ACCORDING TO HER, THE KITCHEN OR UTILITY SINK IS BEST FOR WHEN SOMEONE HAS TO ASSIST,” he finished.

Pensive, thoughtful looks adorned most of the occupants, except for Oak and Mutt.  Oak was distracted by his hoard and Mutt was still staring at the ceiling.

“USING THE UTILITY SINK WOULD APPEASE CERTAIN SOMEONES,” Blue noted, but he didn’t sound certain.

“it would, but knowin’ how many of you are gonna wanna hang around, it’ll get crowded real quick in that little room,” Red inputted and shot down the utility sink idea.  While his brother or Black might get huffy about the kitchen sink, it wouldn’t be anything worse than some harsh words.  Black was soft on the woman and his brother held a torch for her.  They’d be fine.  

Tipping could be heard and they half expected it to be Blue typing on his phone again, but instead it was Coffee.  A few more clicks and they could see the light of the screen shining off his pearly face and gold braces.  Blue leaned to peek over his shoulder and Papyrus followed suit.  The two sharing looks of awe and understanding.  

“ey!” Red snapped and two of the trio jerked their attention from the screen, “don’t just keep it ta yaself.  show us what ya found!”

Coffee was the only one still looking at his screen and he swiped his finger across the glass surface before turning his phone around for them to see.  On the screen was a video of a woman that had curly hair and skin like their friend.  She was leaning over a sink with a woman standing just beside her.  The other woman had short, dark coils and her skin was a deep, cool brown.  She was currently using the pull down sprayer to wet the other’s hair  and working the water into her curls with her other hand.  

“OH, WE HAVE A SPRAYER LIKE THAT!” Willow nodded, “IT WILL MAKE THIS SO MUCH EASIER THAN USING A CUP OR BOWL TO DUMP WATER OVER HER HEAD.”

“you were plannin’ ta waterboard doll?” Red joked as he continued to watch the video.  “only problem ya have left is that our kitchen sink is built fer the taller than average…” he pointed out.  It sparked new ideas to be put forth.  Suggestions that they could use a chair or stool for her to stand on.  This was shot down as Coffee reminded them that she was physically exhausted and her neck and back wouldn’t appreciate being bent over for so long after the workout Edge and Papyrus had put her through.

Papyrus sighed, “IT SEEMS MY ENTHUSIASM YESTERDAY HAS PRODUCED YET ANOTHER PROBLEM…”  

Blue patted his shoulder comfortingly,  “WE HAD NO CLUE ANY OF THIS WOULD HAPPEN.  PLUS, THINK HOW PROUD SHE’LL BE WHEN YOU SHOW HER THE CHARTS OF HER PROGRESS YOU MADE!”  It helped cheer up the positive skeleton and he nodded, mumbling a thank you to his ever supportive friend.

A deep rumble pervaded the living room and gradually morphed into amused, pleased chuckles.  All attention moved to Mutt, the source, with inquiring gazes.  Pushing his hood down and leaning forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his cheek against his knuckles, he grinned at his companions, “...think I have a solution fer that~”

#willow is the hen to edge's rooster #oak is a precious bean who grows beans #cash is a troublemaker #coffee is 3l33t #red that's not nice #just what are you seeing mutt? #blue is still a little shit and i love him #have faith papy #reader is having them shower thoughts #oak seriously needs his own little one shot for his first rescue plant #it's based off my own #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction #ut fanfic #undertale aus #undertale #papyrus x reader #papyrus x y/n #papyrus x you #poc reader #reader has curly hair #and a lot of it #skin color is ambiguous since poc come in all sorts #wholesome #slice of life #humor and fluff #fluffy #underswap #underfell #fellswap

[lover-of-midnight]

Soul for sale - chapter 2

Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

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Category:

M/M

Fandom:

Merlin (TV)

Relationships:

Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Characters:

Merlin (Merlin)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Uther Pendragon (Merlin)

Additional Tags:

Demon Merlin (Merlin)

demon king merlin

Loneliness

Depression

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Getting Together

Friends to Lovers

Temporary Character Death

Happy Ending

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Language:English

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Arthur was silent as he disappeared into the alcove. He could still hear Uther screaming about the fact that magic was evil and needed to be removed for good.

His mind went back to the little girl that had come to him. Her eyes told him everything. How is that evil?

How could it be?

The guards rushed down the corridor and Arthur gave a slight sigh when they passed him. How many more lives needs to be lost before Uther would be happy?

Arthur stopped when he hears voices. An irritated frown formed on his face. He pushed himself behind the pilar. He rather waits them out than put on a mask.  

It felt like hours had passed before they moved on and Arthur was able to slip into his room. The door closed with a bang behind him. He stood still for a moment as his eyes scanned the room.

A soft sigh left his lips as he walked to the table, with easy movements he pulled the drawer out. He glared slightly at the trinkets before he put them on the table so that he could reach the secrete compartment.

The book stood out like a sore thumb. Quam ut daemonium et accersi.

For a moment Arthur wasn’t sure if It would be wise to take the book out, he could still remember the urge that had formed in his heart the first time around. How he wanted to utter the words and just let be.

But the price is high to pay. Who says it would work out like he hoped it would? For all, he knows he would only lose his soul and get nothing in return.

Green eyes flash before his eyes and he knows deep in his heart that there was something to this. Without a thought, he pulled the book from the drawer. His thumb went over the words again.

But maybe it would also mean he would have a friend for real? Or would it be pretended only to have a meal in the end?

Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked at the book. Before he realises what was happening he opens the book.

No need for a ritual just a simple spell. Without a thought, he muttered the words: Magna voco. Sed tantum dic haec. Et dare animam est. Veni igitur ad Vetus verbum est magnus.

For a moment everything becomes quiet, not an insect could be heard. Just as sudden as the quiet came it disappeared as a cold wind tore through the room.

Arthur's hand’s dug into the table, his eyes were wide as he looked at the figure in front of him. It was like a black mist that nothing would be able to get through.

The figure was distorted and all that Arthur really could see was the red of his eyes.

“What can I do for you child?” The voice was like thunder.

Arthur could feel the walls around his heart crumbling to the ground faster than light. “I- I want a friend.” His voice broke slightly.

“You want a friend?” The figure almost sounded confused.

Arthur looked at the ground before he nodded, having lost his voice.

“You don’t want riches? To rule the world?” The figure tilted his head slightly.

“No, sir. I just want a friend.” Arthur looked at the figure before he took a step closer. Now that the adrenaline had calmed down slightly well the figure wasn’t as intimidating as he thought.

“You know if we go through with this, your soul would be mine?” The figure’s voice was now like a stormy sea.

“I know and I want to go through with it, please.” Arthur’s voice broke slightly.

The figure gave him a toothy grin before his form started to change.

Arthur took a slight step back as the figure took on a human form. His ears were too big for his head, but the blue eyes were warmer than a normal human’s.

“My name is Merlin. Are you sure you want to enter the contract with me? I will be your friend and when you die I will take your soul?” Merlin’s voice was low and slightly croaky.

“Yes. Yes Please.” Arthur gave the demon a slight smile.

Merlin extended his hand and Arthur took it. A surge went through his body and then the world faded from his vision.

#merlin(bbc) #merthur #merlin #arthur #uther #demon merlin #Demon King Merlin #loneliness #depression #Emotional Hurt/Comfort #angst #getting together #friends to lovers #temporary charachter deadth #Happy ending

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Touch

a little gift for @luminescentlyricist ! i just... have some intense clown brainrot. also, excuse how jumbled and weird it might be at the end, I was passing out (still am) while writing it and im too excited to share it to revise much. fandom: homestuck (oc oriented) characters: othamo oculus (oc), jezakk imetat (friends oc) length: 1426 words pov: 3rd person (jezakk)

touch.

that was one way othamo would communicate with jezakk.

a pat at the shoulders to access where the smaller was, a grab at his arm to signal he needed help walking. he could be a bit rough but usually never meant to harm jezakk, told by the small apologizes that muttered from his lips. he could be verbally affectionate — but they were rarer than jezakk liked. he understood, though. being verbal about feelings was hard. jezakk couldn't get a single sentence out without his voice stuttering and cracking, no matter how hard he tried. he admired how flat his matesprit could keep his tone. sometimes he wondered if he could ask othamo how to control his voice - as othamo was one of the few troupe members who spoke with no rises in his voice at all, and spoke at a moderately quiet level compared to everyone else. but he doubted othamo would, or that it would work for long.

jezakk's internal dialogue was interrupted by a tight grip as his arm. claws dug into his flesh and jezakk had to quickly brief a glance towards his matesprit, before giving his vice gripped claws a gentle pat. "Uh," jezakk sort of grumbled low, to his best ability. he still held his claws over othamos, resisting the urge to try and pry them off. even if he tried, othamo would likely just grab on at a different section of his arm. "hEy.. cOUld yOU Uh... rElAx A lIttlE, Oth?" he sort of stammered. his eyes flickered back and forth from the emotionless grin on his matesprit's face to the near wall, his shoulders tense. luckily for him the claws relaxed and jezakk could feel the blood start to return to his arm. "i gEt yOUr nErvOUs-" othamo blunted overspoke jezakk, claws digging in once more. "im n⊙t nerv⊙us." he grunted. jezakk could hear othamo's breath hissing through his irregular, pin prick teeth, his smile much more open than his resting one. jezakk was near convinced that othamo grinned when he was nervous, and that othamo was a nervous wreck at all times. which wasn't rather farfetched from what jezakk had gathered from previous drops of othamo's cool facade, or the comments he made, but jezakk could hardly tell when othamo was being sincere or not. he couldn't even tell when othamo's rage was genuine. jezakk's eyes landed at the floor, where he could just barely see his foot tapping against the cold cement. he near became fully absorbed with his nervous leg bouncing before an idea sparked in the back of his mind. "hEy, I hAd An IdEA..." he could feel othamo's claws loosen more, before they eventually relaxed and let go. jezakk gingerly touched at where the claws had sunk in and left indents, feeling the small bumps. there was a few greasy smears of the oils from othamo's marionette strings that made jezakk briefly grimace. "what is it?" jezakk could've sworn that was more of a demand than a question. the way othamo's raspy voice spoke was a bit unnerving at times. othamo had told jezakk that when he was younger, he didn't start talking till he was around 6 or 7 sweeps old, which at first sounded somewhat ridiculous. but ... it did make some sense. "I wAs thInkIng.. AbOUt hOw yOU strUgglE wIth shOwIng AffEctIOn?" jezakk tried to word this in the kindess way possible. he could see othamo's eyebrow quirk out of the corner of his eyes. "whAt If I shOwEd yOU A wAy tO dO It wIthOUt wOrds?" "y⊙u mean asl?" for once his voice changed at the end, but went deeper instead of higher. it still registered as a questioning tone, but a grumpy one. "yEAh! wEll, Uh, nO, nOt cOmplEtEly, bEcAUsE.. yOU knOw," he gave a few vague hand movements, even though they'd go unnoticed. "yes. because im blind. i kn⊙w." it almost sounded like a sigh coming from him. jezakk frowned.

"AnywAys. wEll.. I knOw yOU lIkE drUmmIng yOUr fIngErs On stUff, sO mAybE sOmEthIng wIth thAt?" jezakk could see othamo's smile growing more forced, signalling a zone out on othamo's end. jezakk jabbed an elbow at othamo and he straighted up again. he gave no apology for his brief lack of consciousness, simply giving jezakk a smile. "... hOw dOEs thAt sOUnd?" "h⊙w d⊙es what s⊙und." jezakk sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. sometimes his matesprit was so goddamn stubborn. instead of making a mistake like last time where the question spiraled out of control, he just gave a small shake of his head. he reached his claws forward, placing them on othamo's shoulder gently. underneath the three different layers othamo tensed up at the touch. after a brief few seconds to let othamo's shoulders relax did jezakk drum his claws against his matesprit, giving a reassuring smile. "I lOvE yOU." jezakk said gently. he could feel othamo's blind gaze near bore through his skull. the taller's claws drifted forward, resting against jezakk's arm. he drums his fingers against it much gentler than expected, almost lost between the sweater fabric. this caused a wide smile to form on jezakk's face and a gentle flush fill his heart, and he lowered his hand. a few moments passed before othamo moved his hand to jezakk's face and drummed there as well. othamo's smile had visible softened. it was almost like his icy exterior melted away, revealing the personality that jezakk knew as his matesprit. othamo slowly crouched - trying to avoid popping his knees, as he understood the sound wasnt very desirable - and quickly after engulfed jezakk into a hug. he pulled jezakk close as a loud purr begun to rumble from deep within his chest and he nuzzled his face against jezakk's shoulder. his claws drummed rhythmically against jezakk's back, over and over, as he gave the tinkerer a squeeze. jezakk was rather surprised, but also quite elated, at the sudden affection. his cheeks turned lilac as he wrapped his arms around his matesprit, placing his chin on othamo's shoulder. his own claws gently rolled against othamo’s back, able to feel the scutes that decorated the spine of the puppeteers spine. it was a nice feeling. a few minutes pass, and they depart from their embrace. othamo remained crouched for a little bit, simply facing jezakk. the smaller purpleblood didn't move, as othamo still his claws on his shoulders.

"hey jazzy." "hm?" he blinked, tilting his head as a force of habit. "want t⊙ kn⊙w s⊙mething?" othamo asked, grin still present. jezakk lets out a soft chuckle. "sUrE, whAt Is It?" "when i think ⊙f y⊙u, i d⊙nt try t⊙ imagine the bits and pieces put t⊙gether ⊙f what y⊙u might l◎‿◉k like. i think ⊙f the stars. ⊙r at least my mem⊙ries ⊙f them. i used t⊙ marvel at the night sky, enam⊙red by them. they were s⊙ beautiful. y⊙u remind me ⊙f th⊙se stars, jazzy. s⊙ bright, interw⊙ven int⊙ the cl⊙uds ⊙f stardust."

a long pause came from jezakk. he stared at othamo, unable to find words. eventually he found a smile and another giggle leaves his lips. "Oth... thAts sO swEEt. I dIdn't knOw yOU wErE A rOmAntIc." othamo gives a playful nudge, leaning back onto his heels. "d⊙n't get t◎‿◉ c⊙cky ab⊙ut it, ⊙r else i w⊙nt tell y⊙u my pent up l⊙ve p⊙ems at all." othamo holds a genuine smile though, shoulders lax. he leaned forward and gently pressed his cold nose against jezakk's before giving the tinkerer a drum on the shoulders, and then standing straight. his previous fears seemed to have long since left him, his matesprit bringing his mood up significantly. othamo's smile can only widen more as another troll pops into jezakk's practice tent - where the two trolls currently were. he could hear the troll mutter something about "i knew id find you here" before informing the puppeteer his show was to begin soon, and othamo gives a simple nod. he looked to jezakk's direction once more before leaning down to place an affectionate kiss on jezakk's forehead, murmuring a few soft words and then making his way out. he paused at the entrance of the tent, glancing back again. he reached to the nearby beam and gave it a drum, smile perked. and then he leaves, vanishing into the bright big top to preform. jezakk could only watch, grin soft and his heart still beating firmly in his chest.

othamo could communicate verbally with jezakk, too. and boy does he love when he did.

#hhhim so tired but clowns are WAY more important ok #oc: othamo #friends oc: jezakk #The Troupe #fantroll #homestuck oc #homestuck #im basically incomprehensible now #gog this is so awful