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Today, I'm very proud to announce that my first Ao3 fic is one year old!!!

This is a huge accomplishment for me, in the past I've never had fics survive to one year because of awful bouts of paranoia causing me to panic delete them, this shows I'm making progress and I'm growing more confident in myself and my works :))

I never expected to get this much love for fics from small fandoms/niche ships and I'm beyond overjoyed that people like my works. Hopefully I'll be writing fanfiction for many years to come!

If you'd like to show my fics some love, here are the links:

^Deltarune, Kris x Berdly

^Cult of the Lamb, Narinder x Lamb

^Bugsnax, Snorpy x Chandlo

Thank you all for the support <333

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Today, I'm very proud to announce that my first Ao3 fic is one year old!!!

This is a huge accomplishment for me, in the past I've never had fics survive to one year because of awful bouts of paranoia causing me to panic delete them, this shows I'm making progress and I'm growing more confident in myself and my works :))

I never expected to get this much love for fics from small fandoms/niche ships and I'm beyond overjoyed that people like my works. Hopefully I'll be writing fanfiction for many years to come!

If you'd like to show my fics some love, here are the links:

^Deltarune, Kris x Berdly

^Cult of the Lamb, Narinder x Lamb

^Bugsnax, Snorpy x Chandlo

Thank you all for the support <333

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Resources For Describing Physical Things

Setting

Abandoned Mine

Airplane

Airport Check-in

Alley

Amusement Park

Attic

Bakery

Bank

Basement

Bathroom (home)

Barn

*GE* Barn 2 (Dairy Focus)

Beach

Bedrooms

Birthday Party

Bonfire

Bowling Alley

Bridge

Bookstore

Cafeteria

Casino

*GE* Catacombs

Cave

Church

City Park

Classroom

Closet

Coffee House

Courtroom

Cruise Ship

*GE* Cryogenic Sleep Chamber

Daycare

Desert

Diner

Dragon’s Lair

Dungeon (Caution Graphic Description)

*GE* Egyptian Pyramids

Elevator

Farms

Forest

Frozen Tundra

Gallows

Garage

Garage Sale

Garden

Graveyard

*GE* GLOBAL WARMING (dystopian)

Grocery Store

Halloween Party

Haunted House

Herbalist Shop (fantasy)

High School Hallway

Hospital

Hotel Room

House Fire

House Party

Kitchen

*GE* Laboratory

*GE* Laboratory (secret genetic)

Lake

Library

Locker Room

Meadow

Medieval Castle Armory

Medieval Marketplace

Middle School Dance (informal)

*GE* Mindscape (Mind Magic)

Mountains

Movie Theatre

Night Club

Nursery

Ocean/Sea Bed

Old Pick-Up Truck

Pirate Ship

Playground

Pond

Pool Hall

Prison Cell

Pub

Public Pool (Outdoor)

Rainforest/Jungle

Ranch

Restaurant

River

School Bus

School Office

Shopping Mall

Sleep-Away Camp

*GE* Spaceport

*GE* Spaceship

Stands at a Sporting Event

Storm Sewer

Subway Station

Swamp

Taxi cab

Teacher’s Lounge

Toolshed

*GE* Trailer

Treehouse

*GE* Tropical Island City

Urban Street

Video Arcade

Waiting Room

Waterfall

Water Slide Park

Wedding Ceremony (Church)

Woods at Night

Zoo

Weather

Air Pollution

Avalanche

Blizzard

Breeze

Clouds

Dew

Drought

Dusk

Dust or Sand Storm

Earthquake

Eclipse

Fall

Falling Star

Flood

Forest Fire

Frost

Hailstorm

Heat Wave

Hurricane/Typhoon

Lightning

Mirage

Mist or Fog

Moonlight

Mudslide

Rain

Rainbow

Sky

Sleet

Snow

Spring

Summer

Sunrise

Sunshine

Sunset

Thunderstorm

Tornado

Vortex

Wind

Winter

Color, Texture, & Shape

Color

Black

Blue

Brown

Gray

Gold

Green

Orange

Pink

Purple

Red

Silver

Spotted

Striped

Transparent

White

Yellow

Texture

Bumpy

Barbed/Spined

Crackled

Crumbly

Crusty

Foamy/Spongy

Fuzzy

Gritty

Pitted

Powdery

Prickly

Saw-edged/Serrated

Slimy

Smooth

Sticky

Shape

Arch

Circular/Sphere

Crescent

Heart

Oval & Oval-like

Rectangle

Spiral

Star

Square

Triangular

Tube

Wavy

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Goofy art I made for the fic I am currently writing :3

Idk why I decided to make the drawing with a random color palette I found on Google but who cares

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krerdly forever and ever

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Technically speaking, he was a light sleeper.

Which was just hilarious for two different reasons. One, he topped at twenty pounds soaking wet—and that was after he'd reached for the towel. The joke basically wrote itself. The other reason was, of course, that nobody believed him. Honestly, he could kinda get it. It's pretty hard for irony to escape him, even on a bad day. The way he saw it, though, maybe he wouldn't take as many naps as he did, if he just managed to get one to stick.

...heh, nah. Probably not. Late to rise, early to bed, makes a man lazy or clinically dead, or however the saying went. Still.

The kid stiffened against his ribcage and that was all it took for his eyes to fly open.

The popcorn ceiling of the living room stared back at him through the darkness in all its tacky glory. Now that's another joke that writes itself. It wasn't a movie night at Tori's without some comment about her taste in decor. That always earned him a round of groans. Or a halfhearted pillow to the head. It was one of his favorite moodsetters.

His hand dangled in the air at his side. Not on the floor. Just a few months earlier, that alone would've told him he wasn't in his room, but oh boy, had things changed. He had a bedframe now, not to mention enough self respect for one. AND fitted sheets—that was a lifetime first. You had to be careful not to fall off, but all things considered, it was the fanciest bed he'd slept on since he'd tried using his worker bonus at MTT's. If he risked falling off the bed now, he'd risked never finding his way out then. Not to mention the guy in the other room calling for room service the entire night. He almost retired the midnight snacks bit on Undyne out of sympathy the next time she came over.

Almost.

The kid's head twitched.

Right. Popcorn. Living room. Springy mattress. He didn't need to smoke a pipe to realize he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. Didn't need a goofy hat either to see that someone must've thought he'd make a good pillow. Go figure. He'd gotten real good at making himself look softer under his clothes, but still, it wasn't exactly the kind of magic a guy could keep up with his eyes closed and a pillow behind his head. He just hoped they weren't too uncomfortable.

He must've dozed off sometime after Papyrus left the house and Toriel turned in for the night, 'cause nobody had stopped by to throw a blanket over him. Most nights that would've been fine. Nice thought aside, skeletons didn't really feel cold "to their bones", on account of lacking all the soft and fleshy stuff on top of 'em.

Yeah, well. Most nights. Most nights he didn't have a human kid sleeping on top of him, either.

Sans looked down. He resisted the urge to blow a strand of hair out of their face.

Most nights, skeletons didn't have hearts beating against their ribs.

Ba-dum—ba-dum—ba-dum.

He would've asked them if it felt any different, having it beat on the other side of their ribcage, if they hadn't already crawled their way inside his months before.

Heh. Not like they hadn't done the same with everyone else. Or ever asked for permission, the little freeloader. But he supposed that part came free with being monsters. The whole HOPE and compassion and everything nice kinda shtick. As a rule, they were, uh, very prone to attachment. It was hardwired into their SOULs or something. Of course, he knew better than anyone that compassion had its cost, and he'd ran low on HOPE for a long, long while, but...

There was a ray of light coming through the kitchen at night like he hadn't seen in an even longer time. The kind with a moon and stars hung at the other end of it.

Yeah. Maybe he could afford something nice for once.

Frisk stirred again. He kept as still as possible as they wriggled around, pushing themself off of him—trying, he assumed, not to shove their boney little knees somewhere unpleasant.

Then they flopped to their side and fell to the floor with a thud.

See, THAT'S the kinda issue you don't have when you have no self respect.

Slowly, the kid got to their feet again. They stood perfectly straight for a moment, then took an unsteady step forward. Then another.

To call it "walking" would've been an act of mercy. It was more of an ambling. Maybe a shambling. Sans watched their journey towards the kitchen mentally listing of adverbs. Stumbling. Fumbling. Trailing. That one didn't have a mbl in it, points for originality.

Mostly, he was ecstatic. Nothing made for fun breakfast stories quite like sleepwalking. And well, he hadn't had one of those since Papyrus turned fifteen and stopped sleeping entirely.

When the kid finally reached the fridge, they all but shoved their head inside it. He heard them do... something in there. There were definitely teeth involved. He was about to ask them to bring some goods back to homebase.

The door of the fridge clicked closed.

He didn't.

Then, he almost made a joke about forgetting their headlights on, but thought otherwise. He was glad he'd left his own off.

Besides, it was the taillights that were supposed to glow red.

Eyesockets dark and still pretending to sleep, he kept watch as the kid turned around and retraced their shambling steps to the living room like a miniature zombie.

Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumbling of annoyance. For a second their eyes grew even more unfocused.

"Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you a crick in the neck."

It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.

By the time they reached their starting point again, his excitement had died off into quiet confusion and quickly curdled into caution. They stopped at the edge of the sofa and fixed him with a stare, looking at where they'd been sleeping before. Sans waited.

"I am not doing that," they rasped to themself again.

Then they climbed onto the other end of the sofa and curled around themself as small as possible. So tightly it looked like they wanted to tuck their tiny body into a ball.

When they stopped moving, they didn't move again.

Sans didn't lift a finger. His brain whirred in his skull, ready to chalk up the past few minutes to the sleepwalking and forget they ever happened. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling again, though, he couldn't shake off a wave of uneasiness; like he'd seen something he wasn't quite supposed to put together.

Any man would've spent the night awake.

He cast a glance at the kid, huddled in their corner. There was no heartbeat against his ribs now: something about the silence felt foreboding.

Sans closed his eyes.

Ten minutes later, of course, he was out like a light.

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SOMEONE SAID MY KERDLY FIC WAS FUNDAMENTAL AND THEY RECOGNISED MY AO3 ICON???????????? this is the biggest gay person win of my life

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They baking :))))

And yes I totally forgot to actually look at what kris’ kitchen looks like :/

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NO THANK YOU FOR WRITING SOMETHING REALLY GOOD TO READ!!!

the huntlow was super cute, especially how supportive willow was and their commutation, and i really enjoyed the way you had hunters flashbacks of belos mixed in with the present!! :D

SCOM Short story part deux

That hadn’t been the first time Belos had flicked Hunter’s hair like that. In fact, that action was so familiar it hurt. Because the pain usually came after.

First? Was always the indication that Hunter had not met expectations. 

Or?

What's less romantic than having a memory of your goopy old man abuser creep into your mind when you are ready for your first kiss?

Very. Few. Things.

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SCOM Short story part deux

That hadn’t been the first time Belos had flicked Hunter’s hair like that. In fact, that action was so familiar it hurt. Because the pain usually came after.

First? Was always the indication that Hunter had not met expectations. 

Or?

What's less romantic than having a memory of your goopy old man abuser creep into your mind when you are ready for your first kiss?

Very. Few. Things.

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Commission for @wordbending based on her fic “Wouldn’t You Love to Love Her” !

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my interpretation of the dess incident (plus the bunker) !!!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Deltarune (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Dess Holiday & Kris (Deltarune), Kris (Deltarune) & Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr & Toriel Characters: Kris (Deltarune), Dess Holiday, Asgore Dreemurr, Toriel (Undertale), Asriel Dreemurr, Noelle Holiday, Rudy Holiday, Mayor Holiday (Deltarune) Additional Tags: Backstory, Mentioned W. D. Gaster, Nonbinary Kris (Deltarune), Song Lyrics, asgore killed dess theory, Childhood Trauma, Angst, POV Third Person, Semi-Verbal Kris (Deltarune), Autistic Kris (Deltarune), not beta read we die like...im sure u can guess, Some Humor, Autistic Noelle Holiday, Meta, Present Tense, Future Tense, Written Pre-Deltarune Chapter Three, Dialogue Light, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning Summary:

kris falls asleep in the car on the most important night of their life

or

my interpretation of the dess incident (plus the bunker)

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posting links to fanfic idk what people like better so im doing one with the tags n stuff and one without<3

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holy grail

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Fanfic writers after fixing every single relationship problem with a 1000 word fic that would take the author a whole book to solve