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absent-enigma · 1 year

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Centaur au, meeting 5

You’d agreed to go drop off a bundle of fabric and other colorful craft items for yet another centaur. Initially, you’d been advised against going. Everyone had been, actually, considering how close to rut all the centaurs in the nature preserve were. A little different from their real-life counterparts, but it was still something for everyone working there to be aware of and keep in mind, and to steer clear of able to.

Right now, you were planning on dropping off the supplies at the edge of Red’s territory, the elk centaur (at this point, you were sure he also had a skeletal upper half) would hopefully not pick up on your presence before you could make yourself scarce. But as you’d noticed with past interactions with the other centaur, this just wasn’t the case. Red was very aware that you were there, and must have been watching you the entire time, because as soon as you climbed up to set the bags down on a toppled over tree (where Red had requested it be left), he was there to greet you.

“heya.” Deeper than Sans’ voice, Red’s all but purred as he appeared on the other side of the fallen tree, leaning his thick boned arms on a self-made fence, a playful grin stretching very sharp fangs. “what’re ya doin’ out here, sweetheart? don’t seem like the best time ta be out here ‘less you wanna…play.”

You had made the wise decision to let go of the bags and step back just out of reach on a stool, confining that yes, somehow, the nature preserve had five skeleton centaurs with various deer type lower halves.

“if yer worried about me takin’ a bite, i won’t.” Red didn’t seem to be put off by your clear reluctance to get any closer to him. Titling his head crowed by an impressive set of antlers, those blazing red eye lights swept over your fall attire. When the lights rose to meet your eyes again, Red’s sharp grin became smug. “unless ya want me to?”

Oh.

Shit.

Shoving back from the fence, Red rose to his full height (seemed like at least two heads taller than you, or more). Red tossed his head lightly from one side to another, as though drawing your attention to him (and his antlers...and possible scar nicked skeletal and elk body). Satisfied that you were watching him, Red trotted back and forth within your vision, those eye lights occasionally flicking back to you as he stomped around. A few times it looked like he was going to say something, but Red violently gave his skull a shake.

Showing off?

Oh boy.

It was…probably best if you retreated before things could escalate. You did not want to possibly get in between Red and one of the other centaurs if any of them happened to show up. You rather regret insisting that you could handle yet antler supply drop, so sure that rut had not yet begun. Red and the others weren’t animals, so perhaps they didn’t completely follow expected patterns for the species they shared characteristics with?

Red managed an impressive leap over the fence to and in your path, looming closer to you, expression clearly showing that he didn’t want you to leave so soon. It also looked like he wanted to pick you up, so you shift backward and mumble something about needing to get back to work. Red’s eye lights flicker at that, before his sockets blinked. He refocused on you but both of you were distracted by another voice’s lazy drawl.

“i thought we were supposed to leave the humans alone right now?”

Sans.

You sidled backward toward the tree line again, even as Red approached Sans. He stood still for a moment, sizing the shorter deer centaur.

Sans braced his front and hind legs as he lowered his skull, showing off his own shorter set of antlers. It didn’t seem to concern him much that Red’s set were larger. The lazy perma grin stretched in a rather mocking way as Sans spread his arms out in question, almost as if he were shrugging.

Red stomped the ground, grin fixing in anger before he launched himself forward, skull down so that he could meet Sans head on.

Yeahhh.

You didn’t want to stick around for this. It would be less likely that any of the centaur would fight one another if there wasn’t anyone around to fight over.

To your chagrin, Blue showed up literally out of nowhere, catching Red’s antlers with his own after Red managed to toss Sans off balance with a jerk of skull and antlers, sending Sans backpedaling to recover. Blue was eager to fight, much to Red’s obvious ire. You did not argue over the fact that Black suddenly appeared by your side to gracefully sweep you up and deposit you onto his back. Then he was off with a limping walk, to bring you back in the direction of your work’s building.

Black cursed lowly when the other three noticed what happened and gave chase. What followed was Black desperately avoiding getting gored in his side by Sans, who was the swiftest of the three, even with Black’s slower gait. Black lost his footing when he stumbled through some underbrush after being knocked into by Sans. Black went down, bony hands scrabbled at the grass as hind legs kicked out at Sans, throwing him off and causing him to lock antlers with Red again as the elk centaur caught up.

Sans did not seem pleased with this as Red maneuvered him backward, Sans’ grin tight as he angled his skull and neck away from the closer set of antlers.

Somehow, you’d managed to not get hurt tumbling to the ground, scooting hastily behind Black as soon as you’d hit the grass. You pressed your face into his shoulder, which was a bit uncomfortable, because bone. Weirdly warm bones.

Black painfully dragged himself up into an awkward posture with his legs only partly under him. He raised his head in time to catch Blue’s antlers in his own. The angle wasn’t ideal. The position clearly strained Black’s cervical vertebrae even as he caught Blue’s wrists to try and gain some leverage. He winced when Blue’s front hooves kicked him in the side but grimly held in place regardless.

The ground suddenly began to shudder.

Sans and Red paused mid-struggle. Antlers locked together, both their eye lights shrank to pinpricks at whatever was the cause of the noise.

Blue’s ringed eye lights flicked to the side, brightening at whatever he saw, before extracting his antlers from Black’s and freeing his wrists before darting forward.

As Black groaned and moved into a more comfortable position, wincing, you turned your head in time to see Blue eagerly charge Skull. You suck in a sympathetic breath as you watched Skull merely reach out and catch Blue’s antlers in one hand and held him in place.

Blue seemed to somewhat understand he was outweighed and outmatched by the giant moose centaur, but stubbornly tried to free his antlers, without any success.

Red and Sans barely untangled their antlers before Blue flew through the air and hit both of them, sending all three centaurs to the grassy ground to lie in stunned silence, expressions varying degrees of surprise. None of them moved as Skull came over to Black, single bright red eye light fixing on him.

Black retained eye contact as he rose unsteadily to his legs, all of them trembling with effort to remain upright (one of the braces had fallen of one hind leg), a hand pressing to his shoulder.

You almost protested when Black quietly and urgently insisted you get on his back again but did when Skull came closer.

Skull loomed better than any of the other centaur and seemed to listen intently when Black issued out a few unfamiliar words. Skull blinked once, twice, and then reached over to pick up not only you, but Black as well. Without so much as another glance at Sans, Red, or Blue, Skull turned and moved off, slow and steady, as he hummed in a happy way, nuzzling the top of your head as Black grumbled under his breath and crossed his arms beneath his ribs.

“what the fuck was that? who the fuck was that?” Red groused. “giant fucker coulda snapped us all in half and-fuck!” Red growled as both Sans and Blue descended on him with their antlers, leaving all three awkwardly trapped together by said antlers.

Two hours later:

*Skull takes Black back to his territory, as requested, so that Black can rest. Rather bruised up from even the brief amount of fighting, his skull and body aches, but despite this, Black immediately starts to distract himself by knitting with a grumble, bony fingers slipping now and again. This distracts Skull, as the moose centaur lowers himself down to watch, handing supplies that Black drops. This allows the reader to slip away to safety.

*Skull forgets why he was upset as he becomes mesmerized by how quickly Black knits, even holding yarn and other materials that are imperiously offered as Black gets immersed in the work, finger tremors less as he knits. By the time Black was done, Skull has a scarf and some small blankets from a pile of extra bedding Black had been stockpiling. When Skull returns to his territory, he places the tiny blankets around his different preferred sleeping spots.

*Black exhausted and can’t even get a good night’s sleep because of the brief earlier fight. Reader decides to keep their distance for a little while.

*While this is happening, the other three are still locked together by their antlers and getting various degrees of frustrated. Red is furiously throwing punches, Blue is trying to untangle their antlers while blocking most of the punches, and Sans is relaxed by now, cracking jokes about the situation, while avoiding any and all punches at such close quarters.

#centaur au #skele centuars #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #au undertale drabble #reader is exasperated #all five sans show up #light swearing #some fighting

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im-not-here-im-dead · 2 years

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i think mc and muriel should have been close when they were kids

#I think it’s so great that me and Muriel have the same favorite flower ;v;#it’s still so weird drawing myself as a human…#but it’s for the plot #not utdr #the arcana #the arcana game #asra alnazar #muriel of the kokhuri #the apprentice #it me !#light swearing

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nonbinarymlm · 2 years

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Sex (as in like biological sex) is actually really complex and there are a lot of different ways of looking at it. There's no reason to try to box it into a single trait just because that's one of the few sex characteristics that can't be changed and insist that's the only way to define it, that's not actually scientific reasoning. In science, and the academic world in general, specific words actually can be defined differently in different contexts and papers.

It's not science to arbitrary choose one definitely so you can feel like the world fits comfortable into simple hard lines. That's just being a jackass to trans and intersex people instead of letting us define our own relationship to our sexes for ourselves.

#transphobia #interphobia #biological essentialism #gender binary #sex binary #i know it's comforting and simple if you can say there are two options THAT'S IT but that doesn't make it true #words #definitions #discussion #trans positive #intersex positive #bodily autonomy #loving queue #light swearing

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roxxy-16 · 1 year

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Christmas Witches

Part 1

Your mother had always warned you. “ Be careful what you wish for.” She’d wink and you’d laugh it off but you weren’t laughing now. You were panicking. This was, by far, your worst cock up of the year. And that was saying something.

You’d be lucky to not end up in the clink for Christmas.

You could feel the sweat beading on your forehead, despite the eternal cold of your damp flat. He was staring at you in disbelief and picking up on your panic, which in turn was making the stress in the small room shoot up. His frankly incredible chocolate eyes grew wilder and wider as he helplessly watched you pull at your hair and bite down hard on your lips to trap the whimper threatening to escape your throat at any second. Digging your crimson nails deep into your palms gave you wonderful sharp focus with the sudden welcome burst of pain and clarity. This could all be sorted out. Yes, you just needed to think. You’d made the impossibly stupid, impulsive, true heartfelt wish, surely you could just…. unmake it?.

You needed help. A lot of help. This hadn’t happened in the family for such a long time that you’d totally forgotten just how you’d been trained to resolve it. Had you ever been trained to do this? You doubted it. But you knew who would know. You looked around frantically for your phone, throwing cushions and blankets around before finally spotting it wedged into a crevice of your softly sagging sofa. You could hear him behind you, struggling hard against his strong invisible bonds, but you weren’t too worried about that. He’d never be able to release himself. You had to be the one to do that. You did however need him to calm down, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to fully control his breathing under your not very polished magic skills.

You turned and approached him ever so slowly, like he was an untamed beast, hands open and out in front of you, trying desperately to give some impression of calm. “ Hi there!” Oh lord, you sounded so unlike yourself , so off and high pitched, like a complete loon. Your mind briefly wondered what colour inmates wore these days and if it was at all flattering. He shuffled backwards awkwardly, as quickly as he could, his legs pistoning, working hard, rutting up your shaggy rug to move himself away from you, hitting your unsteady little Yule tree in the corner of the room and scattering the few brightly wrapped presents underneath. You heard something crunch under his perfectly Dior clad arse and groaned. He shook his head, obviously terrified. You tried again “ Don’t panic!…. please just don’t panic. I’m gonna sort this out and get you back exactly where you came from in just a sec. You won’t even remember any of this, so just chill ok?” You tried a reassuring smile but it didn’t seem to be working. He was straining wildly against the magic, which was keeping him silent. His mouth was wide open as if he was attempting to scream but no sound was yet breaking through. You sent a thank you up to Odin. If you could keep him quiet for just a bit longer then maybe you could get this reversed without your chronically nosy neighbors being any the wiser. You slowly moved in closer and he jerked away as you snapped your fingers loudly against his ear. “ Hey! I said chill out! Obviously your attempts are wasted here so please stop!”. This seemed to finally get through. His mouth closed suddenly with a silent snap, his breathing turning heavy through his nose and his eyes grew very hard and cold as they assessed you.

Stepping back quickly out of his space you scrambled for your phone and unlocking it scrolled down the recent calls finding the number you wanted towards the bottom. Had it really been that long since you had actually spoken? You swallowed your guilt down. One problem at a time. That’s all you could handle right now. Pressing the screen you waited, taking another deep breath as you watched him warily and he watched you right back. “ Darling! You changed your mind. I’m so glad. We’re just heading to Auntie Hollies’ place now. Do you have a warm coat?, oh and don’t forget your gloves…” your mother was as usual a hundred miles an hour, not letting you get a syllable out. You pushed through her monologue. “ Mum! I need your help with something…. I fucked up.” Finally she slowed down. “ What do you mean? And watch your language , it really is most unbecoming.” “ Sorry! Sorry, anyway thing is I may have made a teensy tiny wish…..” you held your breath, waiting for the inevitable. “ A WISH!!!! A FUCKING WISH! ON WINTER SOLSTICE! ARE YOU JOKING, YOU MUST BE JOKING , BECAUSE THIS IS NOT AT ALL FUNNY.” You winced, knowing you wouldn’t hear the last of this for months, if not years to come. “ Yes a wish. I know, I know, but I wasn’t thinking. I’ve had a large bottle of red tonight and I wasn’t focused. Anyhooo, never mind the little details now , yeah, how do I send it back?” You could hear her muttering something quickly and quietly at your father before she refocused on you. “ What did you actually wish for?” You looked over at the gorgeous brunette curly haired man bunched up and breathing loudly under your tree and felt the heat blush rise up your neck as he continued to struggle and watch you intently. You turned around and dropped your voice to a whisper, acutely embarrassed, but with no way to move without leaving him alone in the room which you didn’t want to risk, even for a second. If he somehow got loose, you’d be in a fucking universe of trouble. “ I think the wording was” you took a deep breath, knowing what was about to come raining down upon you “ something like….something you know, stupid, like, maybe I…I wished for my soul mate”.

“ SOUL MATE.” You moved the phone back from the screech that came through blasting your ear drum. You looked over your shoulder quickly, yes, judging by his now increasingly frantic movements he had definitely heard that. “ By Eros, have you lost your MIND? John, JOHN, speak to your daughter. Try and get some sense from her because I need to find something and then I need a drink.” The phone clanked down and a few seconds later it was picked back up by your indefinitely more patient parent. “ Hello babe, now what’s all this fuss about huh?” You quickly filled him in on the situation and tried to keep a rein on your churning stomach as you listened to his soft deep laugh. “ Well I always knew you had it in you lovely girl. Powerful, you know, always knew it even when you didn’t listen to us. Anyway your Mother is back with her book, I’ll pass you back.” “ Right, well now, this is going to be difficult. You’ve made a very big ask from the universe, and somehow it’s been granted. I’d never have imagined such a thing in our time . We’ll it’s not like it’s happened for this family for generations , not since your Great,Great ,Grandmother bless her soul, when she had her wanton night with Rudolph Valentino. Did I ever actually tell you about that?” You sighed loudly, “ Mum, now is really not the time, there’s a deeply freaked out man right here, right now and I need to sort this out. Otherwise we’ll be looking for a time reverse spell too, and we know how they go.” “ Yes ok, less said the better about that. Ok, so we have options. One is probably off the cards unless you know where to stash a body…” “ You are really not funny” “ The other involves more of that wine you’ve been drinking.”

#joseph quinn #christmas #joseph quinn fandom #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn fluff #light swearing

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pogovoid · 1 year

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wondering if its obvious im aroace

i dont talk abt romance etc a lot, so idk

my friend fake-confessed their ‘crush’(they were asking to be friends) and uh. i felt real true fear,, i think it was clear but im not sure

i comment on peoples appeareces(ie ‘oh theyre pretty’) a lot,, peope might take that as me being allo..

most of my friends know that i am,, i think?? i need to talk to them… fuckin winter break…..

being autistic and aroace is very irritating sometimes, i can never tell attraction, jokes, etc etc apart

#bean thoughts #asexuality #asexual #aromantic #aroace #aromantism #swearing #light swearing #autism #actually asexual #actually aroace #actually autistic #sorry for the overlarge amount of tags i am messing arounddd

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ninblahgo · 2 years

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Shade: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism.

Ash: How so?

Shade: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

#Ninjago Incorrect Quotes #Ninjago Shade #Ninjago Ash #light swearing

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tastic-in-its-finest · 2 years

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Sweet Silence

This was such a pleasure to write and I'm glad I finished it in time /lh This can be interpreted as platonic or romantic anxceit.

Summary: Virgil and Janus relax by the fire on a cold winter day.

Warnings: Fire and mention of poisoning

Anxceit week Day 7 Fall/Winter @anxceit-week-2022

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Virgil shivered under the cold air, his warm breath turning to smoke and his skin as fragile as ice. With a newly set fire, he huddled closer to the burning flames of the fireplace. The rug was too thin to find comfort and the hardwood floor mimicked his cold stature. The purple thin blanket huddled over his shoulders only added one layer of warmth that the dark side was lacking.

He hated nights like these. It was almost winter, with the snow settling in and leaves of autumn crisping and degrading into the ground. The dark side was so naturally cold it made him shiver.

Two footsteps got closer under the stone floor, making a satisfying clacking noise until they halted.

Virgil saw Deceit rustling through the cabinet drawers and stuffing around in the kitchen. He was preparing something with an exhausted face, two coffee cups and a boiling pot on the stove. His cheek bones popped and his skin was as pale as a ghost, moving like a robot, “What are you doing?”

“Preparing your favorite.” Janus singed to himself and spread his arms across the counter, the pot sizzling and a bag of marshmallows placed beside his cold fingers. Many other necessities were prepared, like a carton of milk and a bag of sugar that Janus quickly put away.

“What is my favorite?” Virgil looked at the flames again and the steps got closer and closer, shuffling around the couch as he could see Janus’ boots in the corner of his eye.

“Sweet, irresistible, Deceit’s perfect, famous hot chocolate.” Janus held a mug with steam seeping from it, a smile as he offered the mysterious hot drink. Virgil eyed it suspiciously but nevertheless grabbed it and his hands felt like mittens, like hot pockets after holding it for only a second with the smell of dark vanilla draining his senses, “Did you poison this? Some evil plot?”

“Would you like to drink it to find out?” Deceit sat cross legged, his smile seemed to make his face less sickly.

Virgil eyed the drink and looked at the marshmallows floating above the hot beverage. He cautiously took a sip of the hot coco, delicious, fresh and scorching hot, leaving a stain of brown on his upper lip. Janus took a sip too as he also kneeled to the fire, using his six arms to wrap his body with two blankets wrapped diligently, he slightly shivered but got accustomed to the floor.

The taste was so flavorful and nostalgic, filled with love and care that Virgil had drank before. He smiled, the only ounce he could say was, “Thank you.” As if Janus didn’t expect it, he looked in disbelief before joining Virgil’s eyes, mesmerized by the fire.

Janus’ shuttering, shivering, and his desperate need to sip his beverage had Virgil know what was bothering him. He knew about Janus’ condition, his cold blooded nature that made him extremely vulnerable to the cold. Janus’ scaly skin had been exposed for too long, peeling away at his skin and the tip of his ears. Virgil thought with the amount of heaters he hoarded he would be content.

“Why didn’t you bring a heater out here?” Janus almost laughed.

“Breaking News: the Duke thought it was funny to use them in the middle of winter, for his special activities.” Janus took a bitter sip this time, slurping slightly as he grumbled into the cup. Virgil tilted his head, although there were no heaters he already found a solution.

He shifted his body towards Janus more, leaning in his direction and plopped his head on his shoulder softly. His hair draped over Janus’ clothes and rubbed on his snake side, sending shivers down Janus’ spine and having a blood-curling effect on his senses, also disrupting the blankets on his shoulder.

“What do you think you're doing?” Janus asked very tiredly, concerned and almost amused, “Personal human heater.” Virgil took a sip like nothing changed.

His body slumped against Janus, he felt his breathing, slow and steady with a quickened but hardened heartbeat. His ear and hair got an infatuating cold just from the subtle touch. They both weren’t the most physically affectionate, but they needed to get warm faster.

Janus shuffled so Virgil could better lean on him without bending his spine, wrapping an arm or two around his waist and back. The fingers that laced on his curves felt extremely odd. Not as sensitive as if a bare hand were to cradle him but instead a rubber object, Virgil just let it happen. And he let Janus put his head on his, gentle to not crush his skull but not restraining himself either.

With his urgency, Janus finished his hot chocolate already, allowing all his hands to be available to become Virgil’s personal human heater, as he put it. He lingered his hand under and closer towards Virgil’s chest so he could still enjoy the beverage, Virgil appreciated it and the extra warmth. His crossed legs however were an obstacle, so he folded them and slowly brought Virgil closer to his lap, leaning against his hard knees and head against his chest.

Janus had an interesting smell, like a rusty but well replenished cabin or the whiff of a newly opened chess board, with cherry or wine to top it off.

Virgil finished his hot chocolate, placing his mug on the floor next to Janus’ golden one. His arms were open and left straddled but Janus was almost cradling him from behind, impossible to hug him back as his six arms trapped him.

“You’ve trapped me.” Janus snarled, “I guess I did, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“I’ll slap that hat off your head.” Virgil threatened, looking up from Janus’ chest into his eyes with a grin.

“Oh you wouldn’t dare.” Janus gave him a bold smirk, with a glint in his eyes daring him to do it. Virgil slapped the hat off, and Janus’ head cocked back, “You little shit.”

Virgil rolled his eyes in an enduring way, with Janus looking at him with an angry yet admiring smile. Their faces softed and, as routine, stared at the ambering fire and the wood cracking under the orange, with ashes blowing out and flying.

Neither wanted to move or leave, they still needed warmth after all.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #virgil sanders #janus sanders #tw fire #tw mention of poison #light swearing

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