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natty-taffy · 2 months

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: Natasha's room is definitely not what you were expecting Previously, on your path: Chapter I.I.II.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.II.0

As she steps back inside her room, looking back at you expectantly, you don’t need to be told twice, immediately following track- you can’t believe she is really allowing you into her room, you don’t even know how to act.

While she closes the door, you take a moment to take a peak at the room around you- it resembles your room, as you should have expected, given that she is probably not one for frivolous modifications and you don’t actually have anything to decorate yours.

She does have a lot of plants- there are three vases by the window, one of a snake plant, another of papyrus, and a beautiful white jasmine vine, at the foot of her bed stands a big areca palm, practically stealing all the attention to itself. In the corner of the room that doesn’t have much direct sunlight, you can see a beautiful monstera plant, paired with a cast iron plant.

“You have such a beautiful room, Nat” You compliment her, you can already feel yourself relaxing at the peace that her bedroom exhales “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a plant mom, if only, maybe, of a cactus”

“Thank you” She answers with a small chuckle- there is still an edge on her voice “Do not ever call me a plant mom again- and I do have a cactus”

She points at the side of her bed, where, on the bedside table rests a small ball cactus, alongside a small metal panel, filled with photographs- you squint your eyes as varieties of the same blonde hair appear on the photos.

“Oh, is that Yelena?” You nod your head to the panel, smiling as she nods nervously- you had heard about her a lot, it feels nice to finally put her face into such an important name “She is so beautiful”

“She is” Natasha answers, almost proudly.

Before you can move on from the pictures, your eyes catch a small piece of paper- on the top corner of the panel, almost hidden by a picture of the Avengers. You can barely breathe as you stare back at a drawing of yourself.

You point at the yellowed paper, forcing the words out of your mouth as if they are made of sand “Is this-”

Natasha silently leaves your side, approaches the small table and carefully, with touches that are barely there, unclips the frail paper from under the other.

Before you can comprehend, she is already back at you, almost not offering the drawing for you to touch- you don’t think you could touch it anyway. It is very clearly your bust- maybe six or seven years younger- an age in which you hadn’t seen yourself yet, you wear your hair in a beautiful bun, and your smile almost shines within the paper.

There is a russian inscription at the bottom of the paper and you’re left even more confused than before- can you speak russian?

“Are you okay?” Natasha’s voice pulls you back into her room- not as peaceful as you had found it, just a moment ago.

You’re not sure, so you don’t answer, instead, you ask her another question “When was this?”

“1918, come sit down” She barely allows you to digest the information, before she guides you to her bed. You frown at her, feeling lost again, and a small chuckle leaves your mouth.

“Nat, I’m twenty… something” Your answer is not the most credible one, given that you don’t know how old you truly are- perks of being raised as HYDRA’s lab rat- all you do know is what Bruce told you after your first battery of exams ‘the aging process of your DNA suggests that you have in between twenty-one and twenty-five years’ and, since then, you stuck with the one solid piece of information you have about yourself.

Natasha seems to be intricately choosing her next words, so you try to prepare yourself for whatever comes next “In the same way that Steve is thirty-something” She tiptoes around her own ideas before adding “In the same way I’m thirty-something- they probably dosed you a little higher than they did to me, I’m only a year older than you”

“Oh” You’re so glad Nat sat you down before, because your body goes immediately numb- you can hear her slowly speaking to you, and the melody of her voice doesn’t fail to calm you down, but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything else.

The one thing you had clung to for so long was not even close to the truth, you don’t even know anymore if you want to find it anymore, you want to be twenty-something- why didn’t you listen to her various attempts to protect you from this?

Protect you- your cheeks are warmed up once again, your whole face gains back color at the simple reminder of her caring about you- about you being missed by her. Maybe, you ponder, finding out that you’ve had this much love surrounding you, even if only by her, even if you still don’t know much for certain, is worth sharing a little bit of the pain she has carried by herself for so long.

“Should I stop?” Is the first thing you hear after zoning back to her room, once more.

“Yes” You answer without thinking, but hurriedly fix it “No” And, after receiving a worried look, you take a breathe, nodding at her with more certainty “Just- follow my lead”

Natasha smiles easily at you, nodding in agreement, waiting patiently for your pacing- it’s not like she hasn’t kept it for a century- she tries not to follow your movements too obviously, but she supposes you can’t blame her for being a little worried.

“We’re super soldiers, then?” You try to understand from how she explained it to you.

“Not quite” She grimaces a little, knowing you just needed one objective answer “We were the first people to be tested for the Super Sorum, so they a lot changed from ours to Steve’, we don’t have super strength nor super healing, but we have great reflexes and age at a slower pace”

“Yeah” You nod, starting to piece the pieces of information together- your puzzle is starting to feel more complete at each word that leaves her mouth, finally.

There was, however, one nagging question that has been bothering you ever since you saw the drawing- what do you have to do with Russia?

Undeniably, you can infer that you have met there, under circumstances you still don’t know- so are you russian, then? Did you have a family back then, in 1918? And where does Natasha Romanoff fit into all of this?

Oh.

You suddenly feel as if a lamp has lightened up inside of your brain- Natasha probably has everything to do with Russia, in 1918- you are either right or have gone insane, at this point, for even considering such a thing. But all is fair after you found out you’re at least a hundred years old less than an hour ago.

“So, bear with me” You try to explain yourself before asking her “Do you happen to have anything to do with Anatasia Romanov?”

Natasha smiles like the sun of midday, it almost blinds you and warms you at the same time “Up until they turned me into Natalia” You can’t believe you’re actually right.

The one thing that rolls out of your mouth is “I am so sorry” Because what else could you possibly say to a girl whose family was murdered in front of her, who, then, was captured by the Red Room for God knows how long?

Surprisingly, her smile gets even wider “Of all people, you’re the only one who shouldn’t have to say this” And you don’t get the chance to even get surprised by this, before she’s explaining why “You’re the only reason that I’m alive”

“Why? Wait- Hold on, what was I, anyway?” You double-question her and she has to refrain herself from relishing how little you have really changed. You take the twinkle in her eyes as a green light to poke her a little “Besides your fling, that is- how was it that you said before? Your ‘everything’ ”

It’s her turn to blush, and she does beautifully so “Funny” With a cute little grin still adorning her lips, Natasha answers you “You were my handmaiden” And, in the same breath, adds in a more serious tone “My lover”

“Handmaiden” You test the thought on your mind.

You were a handmaiden, you lived in Russia, you were a teenager in 1918, and you were Natasha’s- then, Anastasia- lover. Your eyes are filled with gratitude at the same time they are with tears, both of them too abundant to not spill down your cheeks.

“I can’t thank you enough for telling me all of this, Natasha” You whisper in wobbly words “I imagine it can’t be easy for you, not one part of this”

“Don’t thank me, darling, I am so unbelievably sorry for withholding the truth from you for so long” The woman tries to blink her two traitorous tears away, her voice sounds so raw that they don’t even sound like Natasha at all- and, no matter how much she is right for telling you she is sorry, all you want to do is hug her until she calms down.

“You have been the light of my life for so long, even after all these years, the mere knowledge that I have been loved by you has always been my safe harbor” Her tiny, shaky voice spills every word as if she is a faucet just ready to burst “I just didn’t want to get to know the new you and risk forgetting about the one that I have always held so dearly in my heart”

There are a thousand things you want to tell her, all running through your brain, begging to be chosen- but none being actually able to leave your mouth, and you don’t think she would register them now, anyway.

So you choose to follow your instincts and slowly approach her “I will hug you now, may I?” And, after all she does is nod profusely, you circle your arms around her- relaxing beneath her body, whose quiet sobs cause her to tremble slightly under you. You can’t hold your own tears at the peace that immediately takes over you at holding her in your arms.

“I have truly resented you” You whisper, hoping she would listen to you “But I hadn’t had the slightes idea of what you were going through- and yes, you could have treated me better, but sometimes you have to deal with your feelings in the only ways you can. I don’t hold you with a single negative feeling, take a deep breath now”

With two deep intakes, she recomposes herself quickly, only enough to tell you- still buried under your chest “How come you haven’t changed at all?”

You don’t know whose body is shaking, or if it’s them both, but you find enough strength to answer her, smiling at the premise of the thought “That we will only find out when we start unboxing everything”

Natasha, then, untangles herself from you- she is calmer now, her smile under her red nose and puffy eyes look like the very first sun rays in the morning, shily stepping in front of the clouds. She toys with your fingers, in what seems to be a nervous habit.

“Do I see you tomorrow, then?”

You smile back at her and grin at her antics, feeling impossibly brighter and tired- you might as well have been reborn.

“Is the sky blue, Nat?”

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New paths coming soon!

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ivyprism · 5 months

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Horrortale Brain Lore go Brr

Warnings: Death, sadness, scars, famine, slight loss of sanity.

Hydra lived alone in the Snowdin Forest for years. She sort of lost it because of the famine and knowing the resets and how the player abandoned them. She found Aliza in Snowdin instead of Clove and she ushered her to safety. She was scarred by a very bad scuffle with Clove and Undyne.

Out of all my skelesonas of mine, Hydra is typically the jumpiest. She is lowkey a bit feral. She also has the worst trust issues as she was betrayed by both Undyne and Clove and abandoned by the player. (It took a long long time for Clove to regain her trust.)

Clove and Hydra are the only ones who properly remember the resets, the other's have fuzzy and/or hazy memories. There were several resets and they remember. Every monster in the Underground has remnants from past deaths as they have some scars they can't explain (like Cinnamon having a large faded scar on his neck or Clove with a faded scar on his torso or Hydra having a faded large scar in the center of her chest.)

Cinnamon made the sign that banned Empress Undyne from Snowdin. Clove is the one who enforces it.

Hydra grew her own produce and secretly snuck extra rations into the baskets with her produce.

Cinnamon is probably the strongest Tale Papyrus. He also is one of the kindest after he fought through a lot of his issues.

Cinnamon and Empress Undyne clashed often in actual physical fights because Cinnamon disagreed with her methods, so he was technically the head of a rebellion.

Cinnamon's turf was the middle of hotland to the Ruins while Empress Undyne's was the middle of Hotland to New Home.

Cinnamon became the Captain of the Royal Guard, just like his mother. He just wishes he could've been proud of it after the things he did to get there.

When Empress Undyne had caved his skull in, Clove suffered from temporary hearing loss so Cinnamon taught himself sign language to communicate since Clov already knew it.

The famine resulted in a lot of magical changes to most Horror monsters.

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @underfell-crystal

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gaggle-of-skeletons-and-a-human · 2 years

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Clary: That's good. I was so worried... *He looks back at the two other Horrortale Skeletons and waves before returning his attention to Hydra.*

W.D.: It's a pleasure to meet you.

Vanilla: You are quite the interesting character! I'm a cool dude!

Classic: As for me? I'm just a classic guy~.

*Vanilla glares at his brother.*

Classic: What's the matter, Paps? You're a guy as sweet as vanilla too~.

Orion: Then don't stare. *He growls back*

Brass: Dad, chill.

Captain: I could break your bones in several different ways.

Salamander: I see. It's a pleasure to meet you two. I'm Dr. Salamander... Please just call me Salamander.

Coral: Oh my! You two are very interesting! Hello! I'm Coral! It's nice to meet you both! I couldn't help but be intrigued because you two look close to my boys~.

Syrup: Aww, shucks, dad.

*Pine and Aspen glance at each other before making their way over.

Comic: Heh, you’re a standup guy.

Papyrus: Oh dear…

Rus: We’ll j-just leave you alone. It’s okay—

Mal: He did nothing wrong.

Morgan: I’d like to see you try, pretty boy.

Jasper: I’m Jasper and this is my brother, Pyre. And the one who’s kinda getting under your son’s skin is Morgan.

Pyre: What? Oh gods— Morgan, that’s enough.

Paps: It’s nice to meet you. I’m Paps and this is my brother Junior.

Junior: Uh… Hey.

Kioko: Aster, what’s up with Cyrus?

Aster: I don’t know… He seems really… I really don’t know. Off? Like he’s seen a ghost?

#ghost hunting au

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inlove-and-healing · 6 months

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okay so ive bad this idea in my head for a while... since i was 11, as a matter of fact, sonit would need some polishing to make it a little less cringe.

so, an undertale au. its called torturetale.

frisk falls into the underground, kills Sans, and uses his soul to leave the underground. (who knows, i may have them kill alphys and have sans take the royal scientist role because yknow, look at his shed... but the main thing is that i need the judge role left vacant.)

anyway, alphys (or whoever is in her place) kinda goes... insane. not like the neutral endings where she commits suicide, shes just straight up crazy.

the amalgamates still kind of happen, but instead of being test subjects for DETERMINATION, she uses them as test subjects for a thing that like 1) makes them immortal (so suicide isnt an option) and 2) brings them agony.

maybe its different for every monster? like some types will be bedridden with illness forever, others are in overwhelming pain, others are extremely depressed and anxious... maybe.

(or heres what i could do: frisk kills undyne, which causes alphys to go insane. then after she infects everybody with whatever it is, asgore has her executed, and sans takes her role. maybe? we'll see.)

anyway, this is where the weird stuff starts happening.

so during the war between monsters and humans, the human sorcerers killed a (skeletal) boss monster and used magic to preserve its soul.

this group, kind of like the umbrella corps from resident evil or hydra from marvel, takes the soul. then they kidnap this kid (was an OC, might end up being a reader insert?? probably what ill do, thats what im most comfortable with writing) (also by kid i mean teen) and combine their soul with the monster one.

so parts of their limbs are fully skeletal, their eyes are all black except for the irises (one is blue and the other is yellow). they, like everybody in the underground (even though nobody knows it yet) are immortal. they can teleport, summon gaster blasters and bone attacks, so theyre basically like sans. (when i first came up with this, i thought that gaster was related to sans and papyrus, so i thought maybe the soul would belong to their mother or something??)

anyway, the group uses the kid like an assassin. they make them believe that theyre the good guys, until they discover something that makes them run away, which is how they fall into the underground.

so because the ruins are closed off, everybody down there is unscathed. but toriel tells you that her friend on the other side told her thst things were "bad", and everybody was suffering, but he didnt tell her anything else. then he says one day that he has to go somewhere else, and he doesnt know when hell be back, if ever. (assuming i go the "sans becomes the scientist" route.)

kid tells toriel theyre immortal, and toriel asks them to go check on sans, which is how they find out whats going on in the rest of the underground.

they make it to hotland, and sans' lab, and they work together in the true lab using what few notes alphys took to find a way to reverse what happened.

then maybe an alternate ending, where frisk comes back after everybodys cured. when they meet the kid, they act like sans (i made the kid, called ayanze when she was my oc, to take sans' role. thats why he originally died.) and when frisk gets to hotland, no matter whether or not frisk killed anybody else, sans fights them in his lab. he can be spared if its a neutral/pacifist run (mettaton breaks in for a show and is like sans get the fuck out, but in a genocide or neutral run if you choose to kill sans mettaton breaks in after) and then the kid is the final boss.

because theyre immortal, you beat them by making them lose hope.

so, thats my idea. feel free to leave any suggestions you may have. ive wanted to write this forever but never had the motivation. maybe now i will.

(i will be doing this on a separate blog, which will likely become an ask blog when the first part ((before frisk comes back)) is completed)

#undertale #undertale au #undertale multiverse #undertale fandom #tw suicide #suicide tw

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name-zone · 7 months

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Flower/Plant Names!

General

Leaf

Stamen

Pollen

Petal

Branch / Branches

Vine / Vinny

Root

Berry

Forest

Orchard

Bark

Hay

Thorn

Specific Types/Catagories

Pine

Daisy

Ivy

Fern

Nettle

Moss

Aloe / Aloe Vera / Vera

Bamboo

Birch

Poppy

Tulip

Orchid

Posy

Rose / Rosy / Rosemary

Lily / Lilly

Lilac

Lavender

Magnolia / Maggie

Maple

Oak

Parsnip

Sumac

Thistle

Thyme

Papyrus (note: this one is mostly known not as a plant)

Cotton

Violet

Yarrow

Buttercup

Chrysanthemum / Chrys

Acacia

Azalea / Lea

Clover

Daffodil / Daffy

Dandelion

Primrose / Prim

Foxglove

Marigold / Mary

Heather

Holly

Hydrangea / Hydra

Jasmine

Lotus

Briar

Peony

Petunia / Tunia / Nia

Poinsettia

Aster

Sakura

Basil

Cedar

Herb

Juniper

Willow / Will

#names #name suggestions

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author-morgan · 3 years

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Kryptic ↟ Deimos

thirty - a bloody feast

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But the great leveler, Death: not even the gods can defend a man, not even one they love, that day when fate takes hold and lays him out at last.

Death submits to no one, not even Dread and Destruction.

They are both weapons of flesh and bone, of warm blood and beating hearts, and they cannot be controlled.

THE MYTILENIAN SHARK reclines at the helm of the Eurybia, turning his one-eyed gaze toward the violet sail emblazoned with the head of a gorgon and filled with the sea breeze —debating on whether it is time trade the sails for oars. Pittakos presses his fingers into the wooden arms of the chair as the pirate trireme marked with Xenia’s colors turns in the water. The sudden shift puts him at unease. His league was always friendly with the pirates of the seas, even those commanded by Keos’ new leader. Across the waves, Pittakos can hear the low rumble of pounding drums as four score oars extend outward from the trireme and dip into the dark water, pushing the vessel forward. The Eurybia is under attack.

“Feel that wind, sister!” Tundareos shouts, mirth lacing the words —it’s been too long since he’s had a taste of combat at sea. Despite the grim task at hand, Lesya looks to her brother, grinning as he darts back to aid the helmsman —throwing his weight against the great rudder. She takes to the main deck, shoring up the morale of her brother’s crew. If they cast the right die, then this would hardly be a fight.

The Ippalkimon cuts through the water, drawing nearer, and from a spot in the rigging, Lesya sees her new target. Dropping to the deck, she plucks several arrows from a barrel. “Aim for the oil jars!” Lesya shouts, laying one of the arrowheads wrapped in oil-soaked linen against the iron brazier. Knocking the flaming arrow, she draws back on the string and sets her sight on the stack of terracotta pots filled with oil and then aims higher before losing it in the wind and over waves. A rain of burning arrows trail behind her own. The Ippalkimon draws nearer to the trireme when the first of the flames take hold of the deck.

“Brace!” Tryphena shouts over the roar of the water and drums. While the others crouch low to the deck awaiting the impact, Lesya holds fast to the rigging —ready to leap into the awaiting din of spears and swords. The two triremes collide, and Lesya leaps into the air, crashing down on the deck of the Eurybia.

A familiar calm overtakes her in the heat of battle. Everything is practiced routine, even as she takes the heads of men and leaves them eviscerated on the blood-slick planks of the deck. Seizing a spear, Lesya drives the point through the back of a felled man attempting to hold his bloody intestines in while crawling away from the carnage, his legs gone below the knee from the edge of her blade. “Enyo!” The Mytilenian Shark shouts over the clash raging on his ship —leveling his sword and raising his shield. “Come to join my crew?” He taunts.

“No–” Lesya spins her twin blades approaching the Cultist, face twisted in determination “–I’ve come to send you to the depths,” she shouts, charging. Pittakos raises his shield in time to block the first blow, but the second comes too quick, and the edge of her blade sinks deep into his thigh. He curses and throws down his shield, stumbling back. Lesya circles him with disdain —a lioness closing in on her prey.

The Cultist straightens, slashing his gilded kopis with reckless abandon, but she dips under his blade —closing in— and grips onto his arm, twisting the appendage until it snaps, falling limp. His blade clatters on the deck, but he will not give up. He blindly punches the air behind him, hoping to land a strike against the disgraced champion. Laughing, Lesya pins his arm behind his back and kicks in his knees —forcing him to the deck. “Mercy!” Pittakos weeps, knowing his fate is sealed.

“You will wander the fields of Hades blind, snake,” Lesya whispers at his ear, positioning the tip of her blade just above his eye. His cries and pleas ignored. “Never again to see the light,” she hisses, twisting her hand into his greying hair to still his head. Pittakos howls when Lesya presses the point into his eye, blood spilling down his cheek. Chills slither down Tundareos’ spine seeing his sister pull her blade free of the Cultist’s eye, flicking the ruined eyeball into the waves as the Mytilenian Shark crawls away in a trail of blood —blind. Bending down, she collects the discarded kopis and kicks Pittakos onto his back. With a great heave, she drives the sword through his neck and into the planks below —a captain should go down with his ship.

Timbers creak and groan beneath her feet as she crouches, searching Pittakos’ corpse for his artifact and any clues to where other snakes may be hiding. Lesya looks down at the golden triangle in her palm, spattered with blood. Even apart from the pyramid, it is like she can feel its thrumming power. Plucking the scroll from his belt, she rises and takes a running leap back onto her brother’s ship as the Aegean claims the Eurybia.

The deckhands and rowers cry out in victory as the sharks come up from the depths for a feast —there had been many riches aboard the Cultist’s trireme to claim for themselves and in tribute to Xenia. But Lesya is not concerned with gold and silver. She tucks the bloodied artifact into her belt and unfurls the scroll in hand. Shark, the correspondence reads, the southern Sporades are yours. I am sailing to the waters south of Messenia. Anyone who follows me will be sunk. You are the waves now. Lesya flattens the papyrus and looks at the broken signature and seal. The Hydra.

“Mykonos seems a good place to celebrate this victory,” Tryphena notes, resting her hand on Tundareos’ shoulder. He nods his agreement, and the Ippalkimon turns in the water, setting out for the island rising from the water on the horizon.

With the winds on their side, they dock before nightfall, and the crew takes to the polis. “Won’t you join us, sister?” Tundareos asks, noticing her gaze lingers on the shores of Delos. A dark glint shines in her laurel eyes, and he knows she must go. “Wine will not slake your thirst, I understand–” her brother grips onto her shoulder, meeting her hardened stare “–do what you must.”

LESYA PRESSES HER back against the cool stone, unsheathing one of the daggers on her back. Her mark is but feet away —a weak-willed man the Cult used as a pawn in their schemes to feed lies to the Athenians and Spartans. Drawing in a slow breath, she steps forward to strike, but the cold bite of iron against her throat and a familiar hand wrapping around her wrist stops her advance. “I can’t let you do that,” he whispers at her ear, drawing her further in the shadows.

“Deimos,” she hisses, turning to face him. “He’s a Cult puppet.” Neither of them could deny the truth of the statement. It was by their hand that the man rose to prominence on the Silver Islands. A corrupt puppet put Hellas at as much risk as one directly serving Kosmos —the snakes need to be relieved of their heads.

He shakes his head. “A puppet is nothing without a master,” Deimos notes. “He’s not worth your time–” Lesya’s brows furrow, not understanding why Deimos now stands in her way when he gave her the means to execute several of the Cult’s members “–he only does the Cult’s bidding to protect his family.” Lesya sighs, sheathing her blade. The gods will not have her take another life this day.

Deimos nods toward the shoreline, and Lesya follows. She sits on white sand overlooking the water. In the distance, red and blue sails clash under the full moon. Deimos lowers himself next to her and almost laughs —the gods were cruel to bring them together on a beach. He rests his calloused hand on her thigh, thumb rubbing circles on the constellation of freckles there. “What are you doing here?” Lesya asks, surprised to see him so far from Kleon’s side if he was to serve as Athens’ executioner.

“Delivering a message,” Deimos answers, but Lesya knows it is only a half-truth. He sighs, lips kinking into a fleeting smile. “Looking for you,” he admits, turning his tawny-gold gaze to her. Lesya shifts, raising her hand to cup his cheek, and he instinctively leans into her gentle touch. Months have passed since they parted on the docks of Naxos, yet now it is as though they never went separate ways. She brushes her lips against his without hesitation —Deimos responds instantly, arms slipping to her waist before drawing her into his lap. He brushes back her copper hair, fingers ghosting over her cheek when they part. “I know where the Shadow is,” he breathes.

“Where?” Lesya asks, leaning back. Eliminating the Shadow would starve Kosmos of new information, leaving them blind —the little birds over Hellas would have no one to report to and disband. She and the Eagle Bearer could travel freely without the Cult knowing their whereabouts.

“Megaris,” Deimos tells her. All this time, the Shadow had been hiding in plain sight, operating from the safety of the fortress at the port of Nisaia —a now poorly manned Athenian fort since Sparta claimed the region for the two kings.

“Come with me,” she breathes. If the winds and gods favor them, it will take no more than a week to reach the port of Kechries. After a long moment of silence, he agrees to sail with her —if it means spending time with Lesya, then Deimos will bear whatever torments Kosmos attempts to concoct.

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cowtale-utau · 4 years

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Otep lyrics! Let’s go.

I do however, need to reiterate, I chose lines, as single lines, and not to indicate the song is a fit. I don’t think any Otep song will ever fit Lief.

Undertale Sans/Ace - “And I'm, supposed to be strong and, have all the answers” (Confessions – Sevas Tra)

Undertale Papyrus/Lief - “I am wide awake, On the edge, And on the brink” (Smash The Control Machine – Smash The Control Machine)

Underfell Sans/Chisel - “These days of rage have left their stain on me” (Stay – Atavist)

Underfell Papyrus/Spur - “Fists fall like rain, On my knees, but I’m not afraid, Cowards die everyday, I’ll face the attack, Pressed to the wall but fighting back” (Fists Fall – Atavist)

Underswap Sans/Scout - “We won't be burned by the same flame, Cause passion burns brighter than the darkness of hate” (More Fire – Generation Doom)

Underswap Papyrus/Piper - “It's okay to grieve, To cry, It's as natural as laughter” (Sirens Calling – Kult 45)

Swapfell(Red) Sans/Whip - “If I’m a danger to myself, Just think what I would do to you” (Eet the Children – The_Ascension)

Swapfell(Red) Papyrus/Coyote - “Accept your fate, For the hate you create, I'm sick of pretending, That your world is not ending” (Sepsis – House of Secrets)

Horrortale Sans/Tender - “I fear no man, so give me, Your best shot and everything you got, I am empty, ready, For a feeding frenzy” (Feeding Frenzy – Generation Doom)

Horrortale Papyrus/Cook - “In that final look, Does the deer forgive the wolf” (Head – Smash The Control Machine)

Swapfell(Purple) Sans/Doc - “The best thing they ever did, in this life was let me live” (Crooked Spoons – The_Ascension)

Swapfell(Purple) Papyrus/Flint - “Between the spaces to, Scratch the itch, My sins of excess, Prove to me that I exist” (Sweet Tooth – Smash The Control Machine)

Fellswap Gold Sans/Haze - “I'm not a boss bitch, I'm just a boss, bitch” (Boss – Kult 45)

Fellswap Gold Papyrus/Cirrus - “This kingdom of shit, Bulletproof from the truth, Armor plated ignorance” (Zero – Generation Doom)

Underlust Sans/Shine - “Locked away, In the chamber of hysterics, Here, In the house of secrets, I will tell you of loneliness” (House of Secrets – House of Secrets)

Underlust Papyrus/Calico -”I speak in verses, prophecies, and curses” (Buried Alive – House of Secrets)

Dancetale Sans/Shuffle – “My heart starts reacting, My soul starts collapsing, I'm dancing in fire again” (March of the Martyrs – The_Ascension)

Dancetale Papyrus/Foxtrot - “A disguise of self-deception, Hides my secrets perfectly” (Perfectly Flawed – The_Ascension)

Outertale Sans/Saturn – “Dreamed of a world, Without consequences, Without reminders, Of this brutal gutter” (Gutter – House of Secrets)

Outertale Papyrus/Mercury – “Don't let the heavy drapes of, the world drag you down” (I, Alone - Atavist)

Farmtale Sans/Sage – “To save my soul from disaster, Self destruction could be the answer” (Rise Rebel Resist – Smash The Control Machine)

Farmtale Papyrus/Thyme – “ We dream like lions, below and above, the woolly little lambs, that look a lot like us” (We Dream Like Lions - Atavist)

G!Sans/Aurum - “Who is this soul so weak and paralyzed, Cold claws raking up & down my spine, I'm never alone, but I'm lonely all the time” (Hematopia - Hydra)

G!Papyrus/Viridis – “I've built myself out of ash and agony, I am ready, I Am, I am my own creation, I am, self-made” (Self-Made – House of Secrets)

#Cowtale #fullcast #full cast #lyrics post #otep lyrics #otep #did i edit this because my dumbass forgot someone?#why yes i did

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lya-ayl · 4 months

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Sea Serpent

#he is a fav cuz he is insane #lya doodles #undertale #utmv #undertale au #oc #undertale oc #hydra!papyrus #papyrus oc

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fluffynin · 4 years

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So my brain gone stupid with my Fellswap Pastel AU and turning into something a bit more... Unique? Odd? Don't know the word for it. Still gonna use Pastel for my nickname for it till I can get a new one. However, it is still within the vein of the Fell AUs... Just haven't figured out the "where" on the tree considering how this lovely AU is shaping into.

... I'm gonna focus on my Sans from this AU since been drawing this smiling trashbag a lot.

Her full name is Sans Gaster and the oldest of the skeleton puppet twins. Not that many know that since on the Surface, her brother Papyrus Gaster and she pretend to be Iwatani Moshi and Iwatani Naofumi to gather intel and Grief Seeds to keep the Underground a sanctuary to all magical beings. Monster fusions are rare, but a fusion of a "sibling bonded" human-monster soul and a child born from a "marriage bonded" human-monster soul is unheard of it... Hence the fused duo don't talk much about their odd lineage... Or answer the "how a skeleton can be a puppet" and the vise verse argument.

Sans Gaster is a lax gal who just wants a comfortable life for her brother and herself... Maybe finally have some babybones at their home in Snowdin since it is clear the Surface is going to Hell, again. So, she takes the gamble of a quick ticket into the Royal Union Guard and ends up well over her head. Though, she does find it hilariously ironic she ends up isekai to another world by pure coincidence when she is already both a time traveler and world hopper... At least it will make things interesting on her multidimensional blog, Dr. Necromancer's Journal. Maybe she can finally meet some of the other "Sans" as she seen created by the fanon in the world her Underground ended up as a result of Dr. W.D. Riverson's experiment rendering their old world to pieces.

... Or maybe not considering the world she ended up on makes her wanna rip out her Soul... Why the hell did they keep summoning heroes when it clearly was just a treatment to the symptoms of the problem, not the solution?

She is a mage, but both halves have forgotten what they wished for due to the False Hydra Effect. Only that Sans created hundreds of curses instead of a single hope... Which, considering she figured out how to fight all on her own with such powers, she is the envy of other Null type Mages and Magical Girls. Hence why she is deeply respected as the "Coordinator" known as Dr. Necromancer among the Magical Girl community.

Both her brother and she wears a wig when in human disguise, more so for Sans due to having a lovely hole in her skull. Bullets from a gun are ineffective when it comes to trying to kill undead monsters, but they still can do pretty nasty damage as Sans can attest to. Not that she ever trade the damage she recieved on the day known as Flash Point with knowing how lucky she and the other survivors she escaped with as they only witnessed a fraction of what most monsters saw with the dubbed "Immoral War" by monster kind.

#undertale au #underfell #undertale #underground #sans #puella magi madoka magica #puella magi #w.d. gaster #wd gaster #gaster #sketchbook practice #sketching #sketchbook #sketch #sans gaster

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eight0fspades · 4 years

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I fINALLY finished them. And wow were they fun to make. (I’m sorry for going overboard on the shading and details but like... how could I not)

Hydrangea, Hydra, or Angie She’s a 15 y/o NightBerry kiddo who spends all day as far away from people as possible. Ok actually it’s because she lives with Blue (and sometimes Dream is there too) in Underswap, and the amount of positivity is pretty toxic for her, which is why she is a master of most reaction based video games and also horseback riding. She’s actually pretty strong naturally, but she doesn’t ever use it, which led to her getting quite a bit weaker. She likes reading and learning in general, but she doesn’t really spend too much time on any one thing, instead letting her attention jump from thing to thing pretty quickly. She is pretty passive-aggressive and sarcastic, but she has a difficult time trusting anyone to not take it the wrong way. She has a pretty strong filter but if she gets really fed up she pretty much starts melting, and goopy stuff comes out of her eye sockets. She likes dressing up, but she’s absolutely going to wear a suit over a dress any day of the week. Her tentacles float behind her because they have a habit of getting in the way of whatever clothes she’s trying to wear and she had a month to practice keeping them in check. She’s pretty snarky and holds grudges, but she’s also one to just obnoxiously slurp tea in a corner. She lived in Nightmare’s castle until she was two, which is when she started living in underswap. She’s met Nightmare twice since then, but never actually had a conversation with him.

Compass (He doesn’t really mind what people call him) He’s an 11 y/o DreamBerry child who’s pretty naive as he hasn’t really seen the darker sides of the multiverse. And pretty much everyone in his life is trying to keep him that way. He has a photographic memory and loves exploring; he can’t really stand being inside for more than a day. He’s a bit like a Papyrus, honestly. His tennis shoes have no laces because I didn’t want to draw them he is abysmal at remembering to tie them and tying them well. (He’s one of those people that slips on his shoes no matter what type they are). In the pocket on his belt, there are a few random small things, his phone, and a magic pocket watch that doubles as an actual compass. He has mapped the entirety of Underswap Snowdin (including the forest) and he’s about 3/4 or the way through Waterfall. He likes being able to move quickly and tries to avoid wearing/carrying anything that hinders his agility (His undershirt only reaches the middle of his humerus because he doesn’t want to restrict his arm movements). He wants to protect the multiverse like his parents, but he’s not a great fighter in general, and a much better strategist or scout, honestly. He’s lived in Underswap his whole life.

I’ll probably add more to this but I want to actually meet the deadline I set for myself so I’m posting it right now

and I am taking asks for them if you want to ask them something. I might answer with a sketch if I’m feeling like it.

#Also yes this is for an rp and yes I will be posting screenshots if something particularly funny happens #I'm so sorry for not being able to leave the flat colors alone- xsfgbhjsdfg #Shading is really therapeutic for me and I hate how it looked with just flat colors #also yes Compass' poncho thing is way too complicated but that's the simplified version #I know this is all super random and has no rhyme or reason whatsoever but work with me here #This is more for me #honestly #hydrangea #hydra #hydra!sans #nightberry shipkid #shipkid #my art #Compass #compass!sans #dreamberry shipkid #I wanted to post these earlier today but life pulled a fuck you #I actually dont like the art as much as my other stuff but screw it its a reference

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undertaleowl · 5 years

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Can you do it when the s/o is a shapeshifter and they tell the skelies (UT, Us, Uf sanses) that they are?

Hello again, lovely! Thanks for the ask. Sorry for the wait. Shapeshifter ask underneath the cut!

UT Sans

Blink. Blink. Blink. You almost believed that you had broken him, but then the corners of his mouth began to twitch. Sans was not responding after you had told him what you were, even though it had taken all of your courage. You stared at him, trying to gauge his reaction. You had to work up a lot of guts to reveal this part of yourself to him, so gahhhhh, why wouldn’t he just say something already.

As you were sweating nervous buckets, you heard him.

Snrk.

You twitched this time, and Sans finally let a chuckle slip. Your mouth dropped open in offended dismay. This asshole was laughing at you!

You glared at him and pun on your heel to stomp away when his laughter reached its peak.

“Nonononono, babe wait, wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said, getting a hold of your wrist to keep you from leaving. His laughter faded away, and he gently cupped your face to get you to look at him. His face was serious. Did he regret his actions?

“Babe. You’re a Power Ranger.” He broke out into man-child giggles again, and you huffed.

“Are you done?” you asked, trying to quell the amusement building up inside of you. Honestly, you were just relieved that he was taking it so well.

Sans grinned at you. “Paps is gonna go nuts. You’re basically a life-sized version of his action figures.”

In all honesty, he’s not that amazed by your ability. He thinks that it’s cool and that it could come in handy, but you’re still his s/o, with or without the shape-shifting. Despite everything, it’s still you.

US Sans (Berry)

Not even a second after you were finished with your explanations, your boyfriend’s eyelights were stars and he was firing questions at you at a million miles (or 1,609,344 kilometers) an hour.

“WHHHHHHAAAAAAAAT?” You could have sworn that you heard a window break somewhere in the house from the sheer force of his excited shriek.

“Datemate, this is…this is huge! Spectacular! Wonderful! The best thing ever! You’re a MAGE! Why didn’t you tell me? We could have started sparring together years ago!”

You took a tiny step backwards. It isn’t as if his reactions scared you; you were just incredibly taken aback about how enthusiastic he was, especially when you were scared about how you he was going to react to this conversation.

His questions are like Hydra heads. Every time you answered one question, he asked two more.

“How long have you been able to do this!?” Since childhood.

“Wait, so are you actually a mage, or is the shape shifter thing its own thing? Can you transform into other species, or is it just humans?” Its own thing, and you can transform into anything.

While answering Berry’s endless questions is a little exhausting in its own way, it’s actually more of a relief to you than anything. You two spend the evening on the couch, cuddling, and talking about your ability more. After keeping it all in for so long, you could burst into tears just from how gentle but enthusiastic that your boyfriend was being throughout the entire conversation. He loves you, and if anything, this confession has made your relationship stronger.

UF Sans (Red)

“Doll. Come with me. Right now.” You’ve never heard your boyfriend sound so somber and serious before. A pit of dread formed in your stomach. This was it, this was really it. He was taking you to a completely secluded place to break up with you, or hell maybe he’ll off you because of your being a “freak of nature”, like you had been scared of for years. However, instead of protesting, your feet followed him. Tears formed in your eyes but you didn’t dare let them fall. Your crying just frustrated Red, mostly because he didn’t know how to deal with you when you were crying.

You didn’t have to walk far, just down to the living room from Sans’ messy upstairs bedroom. Papyrus was screaming at the stove in the next room, motivating it so that his lasagna noodles cooked faster. He turned to you.

“Change into me,” he said. You blinked, tears entirely forgotten.

“W-what?”

“Change into me. Or shift into me or whatever you wanna call it.” He smirked at you. “What? If you didn’t wanna help me pull a fast one over Boss, then you wouldn’t have told me. Now let’s do this.” He was tapping his fingers against his femurs impatiently.

Relief flooded your chest as you let out a quiet snicker. Why had you even been worried? You did as he asked, and he looked at you for a minute, gobsmacked as he stared at you, a physical embodiment of a mirror at that moment.

“Would you judge me if I said I wanted to make out with you right now? Just to see?”

You laughed again. “Narcissist!”

Sans frowned, and you instantly became worried again that you had gone too��far. He pulled you in by your wrist and kissed you. You wanted to kiss back, but you had never had the urge to turn into your boyfriend, so now, “How the hell do I kiss?” was running through your skull. He pulled away, laughing.

“You have no idea how to do anything like me, do you?”

A bright red flush appeared in your cheeks. “I wanted to respect your privacy! I’ve never changed into you before now!”

He kissed you again, and you awkwardly tried to reciprocate. As the two of you tried to experiment with your new form, Papyrus came out of the kitchen. He blinked.

“I’m not fucking drunk enough for this,” he muttered before stomping back into the kitchen.

#undertale imagines #ut sans #uf sans #us sans #shape shifter #undertale #underswap #underfell

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ivyprism · 9 months

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Masterlist 21

Suggestive? Kind of? *

Character and AU Information:

The Forgotten Human (Sona Info Dump)

The Lost Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)

Height Part 6 (The Lost Skeleton Brothers)

Fellswap Carnelian, Fellswap Amaranth, and Swapfell Glaucous H (Info Dump)

Swapfell, Fellswap, and Underswap Lore (Worldbuilding)

The DnD Past Lives Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)

The Past Lives Sonas (Info Dump)

Height Part 7 (The Adventurers of Millenis: Past Lives)

Pirate AU (Outcode Skeleton Boys and Sona)

The Pirate Captain's Little Sister (Info Dump)

The Soul Sona and the Original Villainess OC (Info Dump)

The Male Lead Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Female Lead Skelesona (Info Dump)

The Mermaid OCs (Info Dump)

Revamping some Deities and a New One (Info Dump)

Revamped Deities of Time (Info Dump)

Revamped Other Deities (Info Dump)

The Dating Sim Love Interest (Info Dump)

Heights Part 8 (Skeletons!)

The Dating Sim Guides (Sona Info Dump)

The Fallen Royal Twins (Info Dump)

Werewolf Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Vampire Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Seratta (Info Dump: Skelesona/Skeleton OC)

Selkiesona (Info Dump)

Zombie Apocalypse AU (Info Dump: Sonas and Skeleton Brothers)

Heights Part 9 (The Zombie Apocalypse AU)

The Sorcerer, the Deceased Sorceress's Familiar, and the Brothers (Info Dump)

Heights Part 10 (Dreamtale Sorcerers)

The Fell Sorcerer, the Deceased Sorceress's Familiar, and the Brothers (Info Dump)

Heights Part 11 (Fell Dreamtale Sorcerers)

Dance Dreamtale and a Sona (Info Dump)

Dancefell and Danceswap Sonas (Info Dump)

The Heroine and the Villainess Who Ruins Plots for Funsies Sonas (Info Dump)

The "Devilish" Heroine (Info Dump: H)

Outfits? (Heheheooo H)

Horrorfellswap Amaranth and Horrorswapfell Glaucous Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Hairstyles for Sonas (Various Sonas)

Tragedy of my Old AUs (Hehehoo Info)

Horrortale AU (Info Dump)

Horror Sonas (Info Dump)

OG Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Mafia Skeleton Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Mafia Gasters (Info Dump: Revamp)

Swapfell Amethyst Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Danceswap Boys (Info Dump: Revamp)

Fun Fact (Horrortale)

Outfits! (Hollyhock)

Fun Fact (Horrortale Skelesona)

Mafia Stuff (Mafia AUs Info)

Mafia Horror AUs (Info Dump)

Mafia AU Sonas (Info Dump)

Mafiaswapfell Amethyst and Mafiafellswap Carnelian Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Fun Fact (Horrorswap Papyrus)

The Final Boss: Skelesona (Info Dump)

The Final Boss: Skeleton Brothers (Info Dump)

Stories Written:

Fight (What if Two Humans Fell: Swapfell Amethyst)

Snow (What if Two Humans Fell: Underfell)

Taking Care (Brass x Willow: Two Fallen Humans Edition)

Mama's Boys (Osprey and Mahogany Backstory)

The Familiar (First Meet? Maybe. The Sorcerer and the Deceased Sorceress's Familiar AU)

A Tragedy of Love (Honeycomb x H)

There's a Sign on the Wall (Horrortale Short Story)

The Skeleton in the Woods meets the Witch in the Woods (Hydra meets Rosemary: A friendship is born)

Break the Barrier...? (Hollyhock, Horrortale H: Lore)

Twist the Knife (Horrortale Skelesona: Short Story)

Just a Man (Creator Rambles)

Asks:

Weakest to Strongest (Main 16)

Weakest to Strongest (Farm Boys)

How they met (Fellswap Carnelian H and Fellswap Amaranth H)

Why Willow Stopped Growing her Hair (What if Two Humans Fell: Swapfell Amethyst)

Brass HCs (Swapfell Amethyst Papyrus)

What did Eclipse do to Morte (The Black Crow Pirates)

Song that Describes OCs (My Sona)

Song that Describes my OCs (Nightmare Sans and First Mate Nightmare Sans)

How did Gael meet Abelia (The Sorcerer and the Deceased Sorceress's Familiar AU)

Ideal Date (The Black Crow Pirates: Killer Sans and Nightmare Sans)

Kisses (The Black Crow Pirates: Killer Sans and Nightmare Sans)

Difference from human skeletons (Werewolf Fellswap Carnelian Sans)

Blood (Vampire Swapfell Amethyst Papyrus)

No dog treats (Werewolf Skelesona)

Garlic (Vampire Skelesona)

Teeth (Vampire Underswap Papyrus)

Quirk (Creator Shared Funfact: 1)

Habit (Creator Shared Funfact: 2)

Conflict (Horrorswap and Horrorfell)

Heights (Mafiafell, Mafiatale, and Mafiaswap Gaster)

Strong Gaster (Mafiafell Gaster)

Brawl thicc (Mafiafell Gaster)

Cuddles (Mafiafell Gaster)

Climb and kisses (Mafiafell Gaster)

Soulmates and Mafias (Mafia AU Gasters)

Sexuality and Preference (Mafia AU Gasters)

Biting Love Language (Mafia AU Gasters)

Lyle's Weakness (Mafiahorrorfell Sans)

Random Funfact (Mafiahorrortale Gaster)

Kiss on the Hand (Mafia AU Skeleton Boys)

Sleeping SO (Mafiafell and Horror Mafia AU Skeleton Boys)

Hobbies (Mafiahorrortale Sans)

Hobbies (Mafia AU Sanses)

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jordansdragonbittycenter · 4 years

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I do have pokemon here at my center and some bittys not available for adoption because they are my bitties but first the pokemon(all but fred are named after cartoon or anime characters see if you know the references)

Fred the feraligator(he likes to stay by the pool and watch the bittie swho are swimming and just play with them in general)

Arthur the serperior

Ed the pikachu (he tries to prevent fights when I am not at the shelter

Casey the dusk form lycanrock(guard dog)

Kiri the midnight form lycanrock(guard dog)

Itachi the houndoom (He takes care if the baby bitties)

Kaachan the typhlosion and natsu the charizard( he likes to fight alot with kaachan and the bitties love watching it they spar

Oliver the shiny sylveon who loves teaching the papyrus types to cook

We have chime the chimeco she uses her voice to calm down the bitties when they are fighting or need help sleeping

Ari the ariados he uses his web to help catch criminals who hurt bitties he helps crow in alleyways at nightAnd if bitties are being a little difficult he ties them up but it's a last resort option

Wendy the altaria she also patrols the sky but during the day while crow sleeps and at night the bitties love sleeping on her wings

Nagato the shint haxorus he is a big boi and is also a guard but is also a very protective person of me and the bitties. Draco and him get along very nicely

The ones I use for air deliverys are

Alfred the braviary (He likes to annoy arthur)

Tokoyami the corviknight( he likes to be alone but loves to give children rides on his back and is used for the heavier stuff)

Hydra the hydreigon

Happy the Latios(he is only used for people with deluxe memberships or for emergancies like if you are too far away from the nearest bitty shelter)

Crow the Honchcrow looks for stray and abandoned bitties and brings them to the closest shelter and will help them if they are being attacked

Now for my bitties I have a lot

First Senshi the cappo mafiafell bitty

Draco my western edge underfell papyrus bitty

Crimson my Asian red underfell sans bitty

Berry my chiffon unibitty

Trixie my tinx (she stays with itachi with the babies)

Sparky my endgonerous bitty

Alucard my vampyrus swapfell papy bitty

Kratos my lucirazz swapfell sans bitty

And finally chompy my chomp bitty

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