#yastaghr

[yastaghr]

Tag Your Last Line

Rules: Make your own new post and include the latest line from your current WIP, and tag as many people as there are words (or as you want to because I have long sentences, too).

No one tagged me; actually, I just want to share.

If the look Papyrus was giving her was anything to go by, she'd done a good job.

Tags:

@freshiegayboi

@absurdmageart

@redtomatofan

@tatogender

@starsgivemehp

@hj-skb

@avosettas

@novainthevoid

@thebardscipher

@skumhuu

@shandycandy278

@nom-the-skel

@polwigle

@maddyfairyqueen

@techcat

@kotikaleo

@theartbubble1

Don't ask me how I managed to find this many people to tag. Also, if I tag you, there is ABSOLUTELY NO OBLIGATION TO DO THIS!

#last sentence tag game #yastaghr writes fanfic #yastaghr #i am bored #so you get this #sorry not sorry #snippet #preview

[han--sama]

Boop

Oh CUTE! *boops you back, but with a bitty skellie hand*

#Asks #Yastaghr

[sometimesanartdragon]

Boop!

Ahhhh! the booping is back!

#boop you too! #boop boop boop #boop war #it continues! #ask #yastaghr

[catssins]

Gyftmas for @yastaghr! Happy holidays :3

#errorberry #undertale au #catssins art #blood tw #injury tw

[conspiracy-crows]

A very quick, very silly doodle fanart of Jason in Blob Mountain from the ever amazing fic "Shoot Suspected Ghosts First, Ask Questions Never" by @yastaghr on AO3

It's dumb and silly but that whole scene just makes us giggle. Might see about doing some actual fanart later when we have our sketchbook!

#dpxdc #blob ghosts #red hood #jason todd #fanfic fanart #Also go read the fic #It's SO GOOD

[sin-cognito]

fics rec

As the year is coming to an end, I thought it could be nice to make a rec post about fics I enjoyed during the Sansgust event! I enjoyed reading all of the fics of course, but these ones really spoke to me personally, so I really wanted to make a little rec post! Thank you to everyone who participated in the event, it was fun as fuck and I hope that we can do that again next year! ♥

The first rec has to be the 'Love... Doesn't Bite, Actually' series by @starsgivemehp​ . It's the perfect balance between fun and hot, yet sweet too somehow? Maybe I'm not supposed to have a favorite because I was a mod for the event, but fuck it, this series was my favorite, it's just so good!!! Vampire!Sans/Red/eventually Dust too, 18 038 words, NSFW Task Failed Successfully Perfect Thrall 101 Pros and Cons of Not Thinking But if YOU'RE Dumb, and I'M Dumb, then WHO'S FLYING THE PLANE?!?

Prompt: Nightmare Sans/Nightmare, 4065 words, NSFW, by Reiko This one's got a very interesting rarepair, and I love the combo between the prompt and the character!

(Orally) Fixated on You Blue/Horror!Sans, 1677 words, NSFW, by VisualStain Okay, not gonna lie, this one I enjoyed mainly because it's great smut! What can I say, I'm a coogie of simple needs!

Fish out of Water Sans&Swapfell!Sans, 1365 words, SFW, by @thelibrarbian Even though it's not finished and there's only 1 chapter out so far, I really wanted to rec this one because I'm extremely curious about it and I wanna read more! So please show this fic more love, in hopes to motivate the writer to continue it!!!

Ribcage Full of Blossoms Red/OC, 5158 words, SFW, by @popatochisssp Come on, Popato's writing is amazing and this fic is a perfect example of that!! The hanahaki trope is a hit or miss for me, and let me tell you it's 100% a hit with this fic!!!

Red District Royalty Dream/Reader, Nightmare/Reader, 2769 words, NSFW, by VisualStain I wanted to rec this one because it's not everyday we get to read some Dream and Nightmare fics with a Reader! The smut is also very good, I really liked how different the twins are in bed!

Proof of Adulthood Cherryberry, 2534 words, NSFW, dub/non-con, by Diyami This one is very dark so proceed with caution, but if that's your jam, by all means please read it because it's extremely interesting to read what's happening in Blue's mind as he finds himself in a situation he's really not mentally ready for...

:::ErrorInk::: Spontaneity into Silence -- Prompt: Makeout (Smut) Errink, 1053 words, NSFW, by Gleae It's short but it's cute!

Prompt: Flower shop Blue/Wine, 1550 words, SFW by Reiko I don't wanna spoil anything so I won't say much about this one, but just. Read it. If you like Blue and if you like Wine, read it!

Death Waited for Everyone, After all Error/Reaper, 2803 words, SFW, by @yastaghr This one is very sad! Not what I usually read, but I just got hooked with how beautifully sad it is, and I highly recommend it if you like sad stories!

One Day at a Time Rottencrops, 4897 words, NSFW, by @starsgivemehp Milking kink, it's hot, it's good smut, that's all I have to say! XD

The Saga of Games4Red's Weekly Streams Big Sans poly so I won't list them all XD, 6923 words, SFW, by @starsgivemehp It's exactly how things would go if Red and his gang was a twitch streamer. I think it's hard to pull off the streamer trope but it's done brilliantly here!!

Prompt: Victorian AU Error/Red, 2503 words, SFW, by Reiko It's got pretty Victorian era dresses that I will draw at some point for sure JUST YOU WAIT!!

[vore] Soulmates kustard, 2327 words, SFW, by @nom-the-skel I really liked the plot twist of this fic, and it works well with the vore trope! Which isn't something I ever thought I'd say one day but here I am! XD

A Day Without Rain Sans centric, SFW (for now?), 2618 words, by Angelattes Once again there's only 1 chapter so far for this fic but I'm very curious about it and I hope it gets continued! Not that I wanna see Sans suffer but I might want to see him suffer so he can be happy in the end! XD

When the Strings Get Attached Rottenjoke, 4601 words, NSFW, by @starsgivemehp Oooh, my second favorite from the event, it was simply too great for me not to admit it! XDD It's just perfect, the smut is great and the characterisations work so well!!! Chef's kiss!! A+++!!!

Chapter 2: Six Times A Lover Farm!Sans/Reader, I don't remember the exact wordcount specifically for this chapter but it's like 10K+ so it's a loooooong chapter! XD, NSFW, by @themsource I didn't think I'd enjoy such premises but wow this fic was AMAZING!!! Much great plot and wonderful smut as a bonus!

I’d hate to see that burger go up in smoke unless I can torch it myself Kustard, 567 words, NSFW, by @yastaghr It's so dumb but I was wheezing the whole time!! XDDD

Chapter 3: Epistomania Sans/???, don't know the exact wordcount but definitely shorter than the previous chapter XD, by @themsource The pen pals trope is such a weakness of mine, and this fic really didn't disappoint!!! It's cute and fun and I had a great time reading it!!

Prompt: Holiday Lust/Reaper, 1261 words, NSFW, by Reiko It's such an original combination for a ship and Reiko managed to make it work and wrap it in a neat little plot, I cannot recommend it enough!!!

Prompt: Blind date Dustard, 2521 words, SFW, by Reiko One more great fic by Reiko, I really like the angle she chose for that prompt!! It could've been just fluff but she made it have a deeper meaning!

Chapter 4: Left To Dust Red&Dust&Reader, you know the drill, no exact wordcount, SFW, by @themsource Wonderfully written and deliciously sad, I highly recommend this one to people who like having their hearts broken! :3

All or Nothing Red/OC, 6402 wordcount, SFW, by @popatochisssp This fic was so sweet and soft and it's a great insight on how accepting a partner's sexuality can go. I think many ace beans might relate to this one, so please do read it!!

Mouthful of Powder Dust/Reader, 2155 words, SFW but heavy topics get brought up so mind the tags! By Hawkhorn I was originally curious about the ship here, but the more I read the more I felt drawn to the plot itself. Another one of those heartbreaking fics that are so well written that I can't even be mad that it doesn't got a happy ending! (but I'm mad anyway, JUST MAKE THEM HAPPYYYY AAAAHH XDDD)

#Cognito fic rec #so many fics to rec!

[mystery-fic-anon]

Putting the pieces back together

Summary: After a brutal genocide run, Edge has to pick up the pieces of his boyfriend.

Warning: The major character death tagged is UT Papyrus, which happens offscreen, but is an important part of the fic. Read at your own risk.

Other content warnings: death, breakdowns, heavy angst, Edge using underfell PTSD tricks to help Sans, somewhat graphic discussion of wounds

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40540806

This was a gift for @yastaghr, I hope you like it! :)

One of his traps on the back door was out of place. It was very slight, but definitely off. The spiked bar was a few centimetres to the left, as if someone had opened the door and then pulled it back into place, so it was ready to crush whoever tried to open it next. To anyone who wasn’t as intimately familiar with the traps as Edge, it would have passed unnoticed.

Edge noticed, though. He stopped as soon as he saw it, his fingertips crackling with magic. Red was at Grillby’s; Edge had seen him as he’d gone past. If Red had teleported home after Edge had seen him—which was already highly unlikely—then there was no fucking way he would appear outside of the back door when he could go directly into their living room.

Edge looked around, all of his senses on high alert as he scanned the area. Nothing else was out of place, and any traces of footprints in the yard must have already been covered by the rapidly-falling snow. He glanced at his house, remembering all of the bone attacks and confiscated weapons he had strategically hidden. Well, he wasn’t going to sit outside of his own home like a fool. The only way to go was directly forward, into whatever potential ambush awaited him.

It had been a long day, but Edge always had enough magic left for a fight. It was a lesson Red had drilled painfully into him, but one Edge was grateful for. After all, his brother’s paranoia was useful for staying alive in a world that wanted you dead so they could rifle through your dust in search of anything valuable.

Besides, his own nightly routine of circling the perimeter of the house before going inside the front door had finally paid off. Whoever is inside his home has lost the advantage of a surprise attack, which was about the only advantage they would get when facing him.

Edge stepped onto the porch, avoiding the creaky boards as he stepped up. The traps stood still, and he quickly pulled out his key. He held one bone attack in his hand and kept several others summoned around him as he finally opened the back door.

There, sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, was a pair of pink slippers.

Edge sighed loudly, quickly stepping inside and dismissing the attacks. He closed his door and checked that each of the four locks were secure, the chains rattling loudly.

He turned, but no one was there. Odd. Sans usually appeared by his side the moment he knew Edge was home, especially when they hadn’t seen each other in a few days. It was an endearing habit, even if Edge had almost dusted Sans the first time he’d popped up behind him.

“Sans?” Edge called out, walking from the kitchen into the hallway.

His jaw shut so hard it clicked as he saw it. There was marrow on the floor. It was only a few drops, but they were smeared and leading in a distinct direction.

“SANS!” Edge practically threw himself into the living room, back on high alert. His magic crackled in the air around him as he looked for his partner.

A whimper came from the couch, and Edge felt his soul drop as he finally saw Sans. Sans was curled up as much as possible, and his blue hoodie had a distinct patch of grey on one of the sleeves. He was holding something to his chest, and judging by the way he hissed, he was wounded.

“Oh, Sans. It’s alright. I’m here.” Edge came closer to the couch and dropped down to one knee, straining his neck as he tried to catch his partner’s eyelights.

Before they had begun properly seeing each other, Sans had insisted on explaining the resets to Edge. Edge didn’t have the same grasp on scientific matters that Sans and Red did, but he understood the basic premise: a human was coming into Sans’ world, and somehow they had the power to kill everyone and then warp reality so it had never happened. Edge had no idea why it didn’t seem to affect his universe at all, considering how closely they were linked otherwise, but he was grateful for it. After all, it meant that he had a chance of coming into Sans’ universe at the opportune time and ending that monster’s reign of terror.

He had been too late this time, though. Sans had gone through another genocide run, and Edge had been unable to stop it. All he could do now was heal Sans and pick up the pieces, like he had each time before.

Sans flinched as he saw Edge, then made another small hiss of pain. His usual poker face had been shattered, and the guilt and heartbreak that took its place were almost too much to bear. Edge reached out slowly, making sure Sans knew what he was going to do. He gently ran his fingertips over the top of Sans’ head, then pressed his hand gently against Sans’ skull.

Sans pulled away from Edge, burying his face in his knees. “Don’t—I couldn’t—I couldn’t fucking do it.” He sobbed, wringing his hands together.

Edge realised why the red cloth in Sans’ hand looked so familiar, and a shudder ran down his spine. He knew that this had happened before, but it was the first time Sans had brought something back. Edge felt a bit nauseous, but he did his best to push it aside. Sans had come to him after these “runs” for support a few times now. Edge might not be able to provide all of the emotional softness that he needed, but he knew how to heal his wounds.

He checked Sans’ HP, and he clenched his teeth. Sans was only at 0.38, and as Edge watched, it slowly ticked down to 0.37. The human must have just grazed him, but he was dying all the same, and Edge wasn’t going to let that happen today.

Edge touched Sans’ skull again, gently petting it. “Don’t think about that. It’s over, it’s over now. Come on, let’s get you some food.”

He picked Sans up, holding him in his arms without hesitation. Sans pressed into Edge’s armour in a way that must have been painful for him, but he didn’t say anything. His hands stayed where they were, holding his brother’s scarf. Edge squeezed Sans tighter in order to compensate, carrying him back to the kitchen.

Edge always kept leftovers from the previous night’s meal. With how often he and Red came home injured, it was convenient to have something that could heal quickly. His food might not be the tastiest, especially when supplies were low, but he packed as much magic into it as he could.

He doubted Sans could eat much, but Edge still warmed up a full plate of lasagne. Thankfully, Sans was able to sit upright by himself. He was slumped back in the chair, but at this point, Edge needed to focus on the small victories. He might not put on a happy face like Papyrus, but he knew that giving in to despair would only worsen Sans’ mental state.

Sans looked between the plate and his hands. Edge stared at him, and it took longer than it probably should have for him to understand the issue. Sans couldn’t eat and properly hold his brother’s scarf at the same time. Edge sat down in the chair next to Sans and picked up his silverware.

“You aren’t getting out of this so easily.” Edge cut off a chunk of lasagne and stabbed it aggressively with the fork, then held it up to Sans’ teeth. “Go on, eat it. Even if it’s only a few bites, I’m getting some food in you and you’re going to heal up.”

Luckily, Sans wasn’t stubborn enough to fight Edge now. Sans opened his mouth meekly, and Edge carefully put the fork inside. Sans’ teeth clicked against it, and Edge carefully watched him chew.

The two of them stayed silent. Edge simply cut Sans another piece of lasagne when he was done with the first one, and then another.

When Sans coughed, Edge got him a glass of water. He kept his head turned towards Sans as he filled the glass up in the sink, not wanting to look away for even a moment. He had seen many monsters in grief before, and he knew that some of them were unstable. Sans hadn’t tried anything like that before, but Edge wasn’t going to discount the possibility. When Sans was in his universe, it was his job to keep him safe, especially at a time like this.

Once Sans had finished almost half of the plate, Edge checked him again. He was back at 0.58HP. It wasn’t good, but it was good enough for now. The healing magic would be less effective if Sans got sick later, so it was better to stop and feed Sans again later.

He petted Sans’ skull as he got up from the table again. Sans leaned into it more than Edge had expected, and Sans almost ended up tumbling onto the floor. Edge quickly caught him, the plate of lasagne thumping back down on the table. Edge took Sans into one arm again, and put the plate in the fridge for later.

Sans didn’t say anything as Edge carried him to the bathroom. He shifted a bit in Edge’s grip, tucking himself further under Edge’s arm. Edge brushed his free hand along Sans’ coronal suture.

After a brief stop at the linen closet for one of their “dust towels,” as Red had dubbed them, Edge took Sans to the bathroom. The healing would help, but for monsters with low HP, it was better to clean wounds as well. Once the debris was clear, Sans’ magic would have an easier time repairing his bones.

Edge remembered the first time he’d touched Sans’ ribcage. Even if it had been over the shirt, Sans had violently recoiled. Edge wasn’t surprised to find a scar; Sans’ underground was less openly violent, but that wasn’t the same as being safe. Sans had been lucky to survive, and Edge had told him as much. Sans had given him one of his hollow smiles, and Edge had quickly moved on.

Unfortunately, Sans’ scar was now an open wound, and Edge needed to take care of it.

“Let’s get this off,” Edge said, lightly tugging at one shoulder of Sans’ sweater.

Sans reluctantly sat up, hissing softly as the hoodie clung to his front. There wasn’t much marrow dripping out, but what was there had already dried. Sans lowered his hands down, letting Edge take care of him. That was good. It was always a pain to tend to Red’s injuries, since he fought against Edge every step of the way.

Edge tried his best to be gentle, but he had to use some force to pry Sans’ hoodie and undershirt off of his chest. Edge pulled both of them off of Sans at the same time. He blindly reached for the sink and fumbled with the taps, quickly turning on the cold water. Edge put Sans’ clothes into the sink to soak the marrow off, then turned back to Sans.

Sans needed to hold one of Edge’s hands to stand up, and he kept Papyrus’ scarf balled tightly in the other. It was awkward for Edge to get down to Sans’ level, but he still knelt and carefully pulled Sans’ shorts down. Edge helped Sans out of everything, leaving his clothes lying on the floor. He would put them in the washing machine as soon as possible, but he needed to take care of Sans first. Even if keeping the house clean comforted Edge, he simply couldn’t focus on that now.

Edge looked at Sans’ other hand. He had been around death before, but seeing the usually-cheery red scarf stained with pale grey ashes made him feel sick. He reached out carefully, but Sans pulled his hand back.

“No.” Sans’ voice was quieter than usual, but firm. “I’m not losing this. It’s—it’s all—” Sans sighed shakily, and he was on the verge of tears again.

Edge replied with the same candid tone. “It’s alright. You aren’t losing anything. I won’t wash it, but I need to wash you. If you get into the tub, then water will get on it. Let me keep it safe, and you can have it back as soon as you’re clean.”

Sans stared at Edge for a long moment, but Edge didn’t turn away. He kept looking into Sans’ eyes, and gently squeezed Sans’ other hand. Edge got a new view of Sans’ face when he was down on the ground like this, and he studied Sans’ face intently. It was painful to see how upset it was, but Edge would never look away. He was determined to be there for Sans.

“Fine.” Sans shoved the scarf at Edge.

Edge took it and put it into his inventory. He stood up, and took both of Sans’ hands in his. Edge helped Sans into the tub, then turned on the water.

Luckily, Edge hadn’t taken his daily shower yet, so there was still plenty of hot water. Edge used some magic to drop spare towels down on the floor around the shower, then turned on the water. He couldn’t close the curtain when he was standing next to Sans, and a few drops of water were already falling outside of the bath.

Sans didn’t try to make conversation as Edge cleaned him. He just stared grimly ahead, his jaw clenched tightly shut. He didn’t move to clean himself, but Edge didn’t mind. He could take care of that.

Edge mainly paid attention to the gash, focusing on rinsing out the cut without aggravating it too much. He kept his other hand on Sans’ hipbone, both to steady him and to move him around as needed. Edge would usually object that such a quick rinse with so little soap wasn’t a real shower, but he wasn’t going to force Sans into anything tonight.

“There. Done.” Edge shut off the water, and reached for a clean towel from the rack. He bundled Sans up in it until only his skull was poking out of the top, then lifted Sans up.

Edge grabbed some cloth bandages and a healing cream from the bathroom cabinet, then carried Sans to his bedroom. He might not be a doctor, but he had some experience with treating injuries like this. Hopefully Sans wasn’t in too much physical pain, and he would heal easily. Edge couldn’t really do anything about his mental distress.

Edge kept checking Sans as he bandaged him, but his HP was holding steady. Edge wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t improving yet, but it still worried him. No matter how many times he saw Sans like this, he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Sans might fall down if left to his own devices. He wasn’t going to put more pressure on Sans by voicing his fears, though.

Once Sans’ cut had been bandaged, Edge gave Papyrus’ scarf back. He wasn’t sure if the way Sans grabbed it and held it close to his chest was good, but Sans was clearly attached to it. Sans laid down on his side, curling up like a kicked dog.

Edge fetched a couple of extra pillows and a thicker blanket, then joined Sans. He was humming with energy, but he could lie down for a few minutes at least. Edge wrapped one arm gently around Sans, pulling him until Sans’ chest was pressing against his back.

“I care about you,” Edge said, nuzzling his skull gently against Sans’.

“I know.”

Sans paused for a while, but Edge didn’t speak. He waited calmly, letting Sans gather his thoughts.

“It still hurts,” Sans said, reaching down and taking Edge’s hand in his.

“I know.” Edge rubbed his thumb against the back of Sans’ hand. “I’m here for you.”

—X—

As soon as Edge woke up, he knew something was off. It took only a few seconds to recognize what was wrong. His alarm screamed for him to get up, but there wasn’t the accompanying groan of a lazy skeleton being woken up.

Edge sat up, silencing the alarm with a harsh smack. He put his hand on the bed, but there was no warmth left. Only wrinkled sheets and one of his shirts, which Sans had worn to bed the night before.

He was gone.

Edge’s brain caught up with him by the time he was halfway down the hall. He paused, looking back up at the open door of his bedroom and then slowly trailing his eyelights along the hallway. There was no sign of a disturbance, and no sign of Sans’ presence either. His clothes weren’t sitting on the chair by Edge’s door, and the drawer where Edge had placed Papyrus’ scarf for safe keeping was wide open.

The timeline must have been reset. Edge didn’t know why, but every time it did, Sans—and anything he brought with him—were automatically pulled back. Maybe it had something to do with the physics of the reset. Edge sighed, running both hands over his skull and down his face.

“Something happen to your boytoy?” Red drawled, loudly turning over a page.

Edge walked a few more steps and peered down into their kitchen. Red was sitting at the table nonchalantly, magazine in hand, with a few containers of leftovers spread out around him. He’d made himself scarce during the last few days. Sans could get jumpy when resets were involved, and even if Red and Sans weren’t dating, it must have been uncomfortable for Red to see Sans break down.

Edge was glad to see his brother in one piece, but the positive feeling didn’t last long. “Nothing as important as you PUTTING YOUR FEET ON MY FUCKING KITCHEN TABLE! I EAT THERE!”

Edge knew that Red was doing it on purpose, but he still stormed downstairs with the fury of a thousand tornadoes. Each stomp rattled the floorboards beneath him, but that paradoxically relaxed him. It was his familiar routine of bickering with Red; more aggressive than their ‘tale counterparts, but no less vital to their dynamic. It was also a welcome distraction.

Sans would be back. Edge knew that. He… He really did believe it. He just hoped that Sans would be in a better state the next time he stopped by for an overnight visit.

#undertale #underfell #genocide run #major character death #kedgeup #ut sans/uf papyrus #uf papyrus/ut sans #uf papyrus #underfell papyrus #undertale sans #sans #papyrus #angst #hurt/comfort #haflway to gyftmas #halfway to gyftmas 2022 #fic exchange #dead dove do not eat #ptsd #this gets a bit graphic #my fanfic #my fanfiction #my writing #my stuff

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Wrapped up Like a Little Plum

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52479415 by yastaghr Horror finds someone pretty to take home in the market; her feelings don't matter in this. Words: , Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Other Characters: Sans (Undertale), Original Characters Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Yandere, Horrortale Sans (Undertale), Alternate Universe - Horrortale (Undertale), Suggestive Themes, gyftmas 2023, Tied-Up Character, Angst, No Smut, fang kink, Creepy, Non-Consensual Touching, Threats of Violence, Tags May Change, Ecto-Tongue (Undertale) read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52479415

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

[thelasthopeisa-halfa]

Interesting, isn’t it, how we got where we are?

Heyla! I’m not going to say that I came in here intentionally, but I’m not going to say I didn’t follow the will’o’the’wisp through the portal to this realm against my will.

I wander where I will. My home is in @yastaghr and I burrowed a nest of creatures to share in @yassyskittybitties

I write many things, and I probably have more WIPs than is reasonable, but who can resist the temptation of a new story when it hounds you to death? I certainly can’t. You can find the results at

I do not know where this blog might wander, but I’m sure as hell going to find out. Want to join me?

[scarletscarveszines]

Next next up on our contributor list (three postings today aw yeah) is Yastaghr, a writer!

"Sharks are good things!"

Their favorite Undertale quote is: "Perhaps mankind was not meant to pet this much."

You can find Yastaghr here on Tumblr (18+ account) @yastaghr or on Twitter (18+ account): https://twitter.com/yastaghr

#New home zine #contributor spotlight #Yastaghr #Writer

[yassyskittybitties]

Working on some Pokémon stickers. Here's Yamper!

#yamper #pokemon #stickers #yastaghr #digital drawing

[yastaghr]

A message pops up on the screen

* you have unlocked BOOPED THE YASTA

The award unlocks a very strange looking ball of yarn. A tag is attached. It reads: Spun for you out of boops.

#yastaghr #yastaghr answers things #boop #do not let the boop seritonin die!

[c-s-bitties]

An appatently human child walks into the center. Zhe has a pair of bitties with them, an Uncorrupted Nightstriker from @wonderfulbittycenter named Pascal and a Bonbon from @wonderland-isles named Strawberry. They are here to support their nervous "human" friend. Zhe walks up to the front counter and hands over a sticky note. It says, "Hi. I can't talk right now, but I'd like to adopt a Shi, a Leo, and an Ashes. Are there any that would be willing to join a large family? If so, could you introduce us? My name is Yastaghr."

* Behind the counter are two individuals, one with dark blue hair currently doodling in a notebook and another with black hair idly propping his legs up on the counter. When you approach, the black-haired one nearly falls out of the chair as he snaps to attention. “Oh, hello!” he greets with a lopsided grin. “Welcome to the adoption center. I’m Crescent.” He pauses, glancing over the note. “Shi, Leo, and Ashes, huh? And a large family, you say? I think that can be arranged. If you’ll just follow my partner here, they’ll introduce you.”

* The blue-haired person, who can only be assumed to be Starry, glances over and waves at you and the bitties you have with you, a cheerful smile on their face. “Right this way. I’m sure the bitties will be happy to see a new face since we’ve been closed for so long.” Standing up, they escort you into the side room where all of the bitties in the center are kept. Most are playing, though others are keeping to themselves and doing their own things.

#yastaghr #adoption rp #ask

[skelebitty-store-and-shelter]

I'd like an adoption scenario for a Winged Human-sized UT Papyrus and a Winged Human-sized UT. I have a huge bitty family and social anxiety. I've brought in my service bitty, Baza'eir (a Lich from @mythical-adoptions ) and Meng (an Oneiri from @polestar-bitties ) for emotional support.

You walk into the store, wringing your hands nervously. You sent word that you'd like to visit and chatted with someone named Myst over the website. They seemed to be fine with accommadating your anxiety and had looked for compatible adoptables that fit your needs that you described. When you walk in, you notice that Myst isn't there to greet you, but rather, a much more motherly looking figure. You recognize her from the website as Angora. You thought you were prepared to talk to anyone from the shop, but you expected Myst and now you're much more alert and worried. Your support bitties keep you from running away and are sure to reassure you that you can do this.

Angora holds out a hand for you to shake. "Hello Yastaghr! I'm Angora, Myst had me look for a full sized Winged Sans and Papyrus that I thought would fit you. I hope you don't mind, Myst is busy with a case in the infirmary right now so I can lead you to the pair."

You wait for a moment, then nod and shake her hand, introducing yourself awkwardly since it seems she already heard of you. She doesn't seem to react to this though, she just smiles and nods. "Well it's nice to meet you, Yastaghr, now let's go see what you think of these two."

Angora leads you to one of the visiting rooms. When you walk in, you can already see the pale blue and light orange pairs of wings, hiding those that they're attached to.

"got a two?" you hear from the owner of the blue wings. "GO FISH" chimes the owner of the orange wings. You laugh a little as you hear a card picked up. When the two of them hear you laugh, they look up at you. You somewhat freeze at the expectation in their eyes, looks like they've been waiting for a little while.

After a moment of looking you over and making you sweat bullets, the Sans casually moves a wing out of the way, making room for you to sit. "wanna play?"

You sigh in relief from the break of tension and sit next to him. After a game of cards, the Papyrus reigns victorious and looks rather proud of himself. "I AM THE FISHING KING!"

"but you fished the least-" "SILENCE!" You can't help but laugh at their shenanigans. You can't wait to bring these two home and let them spice up your home of bitties.

#myst roleplays #angora the human #gimme a break im rusty #first scenario in a while #its not bad though #yastaghr as anon #yastaghr

[bittyuniverse]

An apparently human young girl walks into the center and goes up to the front counter. She has a rescue Sansy named Feegle in a scarf along around her neck. She also has an Eclair from @creepsbitties named Landuo on her left shoulder and a Merlot from @selkiesbittybonanza named Richness on the right. Richness spoke. "Greetings, m'theydy. We are here to adopt several Bitties as companions and partners. Do you have a Poppy, G, and Ray that would accept being in a large house with lots of other Bitties?"

“It would depend on the type with the Ray. The other two would be fine, but Rays in particular are extremely sensitive. They love other bitties but they’re affectionate and shy.” She looks over her current bitties and tilts her head in thought. “The Merlot and Sansy should do great. The Merlot is and inherit protector of other bitties and Sansys are great snuggle buddies, but the Eclair might not be a fan of the Eclair heckling other bitties, as conflict of any kind makes them a bit skittish.”

#yastaghr

[me-and-my-gaster]

Hi! I'm also Liana Bardallis on Patreon. I was wondering if you could show Endogeny playing with a pumpkin in the way tigers and lions do in zoos! By batting at it or gnawing on it. Thank you, I love your work!

Pumpkin Doodle - Day 11: Endogeny playfully gnawing on a pumpkin

Hello, dear! That’s a mighty adorable idea and searching through references for that was a treat. Good big goofy kitties with pumpkins are a big yes for me. Here’s our favorite melting bunch of dogs having fun with their own pumpkin!

My Patrons get the doodle priority!

Event Rules!

🎃 Patreon  ☕ Ko-Fi 🎨 Commissions

#pumpkin doodle october #patron doodle #endogeny #endogeny amalgamate #yastaghr