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just some ideas, dont mind me.......

[freshiegayboi]

throwing this out there! just wanting a bit more cushion for the rest of the month lol

if you'd rather it go towards a fic chapter than a oneshot, feel free to ask for that instead! im down for either lol

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[freshiegayboi]

ill be his man 😏

Had to put the Grillby x Reader on pause to write pure gut wrenching angst for my darling mafiafell papyrus. Just a oneshot though.

Ohhhh, I can't wait to see the man he ends up with! I'll be looking forward to it!

[freshiegayboi]

Soft Edge/Reader | Subjugation - Chapter 12

you guys didnt think it'd be sunshine and roses forever, did you?

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Sans spent a bit of time making absolutely sure that whoever had completely destroyed your house wasn’t still there. There were a few more notes and nasty things spray painted along the walls, Sans’s expression growing darker and darker the more he found.

You couldn’t help the way your heart felt like it was shattering in your chest, the more and more of your stuff you found ruined. It was heartbreaking, finding your keepsakes box strewn across the floor, pictures ripped and special things broken.

They had left nothing untouched, all the food in your kitchen spread around, all the clothes in your closet ripped and left laying on the floor. Your bed was covered in random stains, all dark colored. The reek of alcohol in your home was prevalent, making you wonder if whoever had done this was drunk off their ass.

Something itched in the back of your mind about that, just because while the destruction reeked of drunken anger, there were touches of lucid rage here and there.

You were no detective, but no drunkard you’d ever met had left a carefully written note detailing your demise. You had seen it over Sans’s shoulder just before he’d shoved it in his pocket with all the others.

“Well, toots. Gotta say y’ picked one hell of a house. Shame.” Sans said, low and as far as you could tell, completely pissed. You didn’t blame him, you were just as angry. It was just layered underneath your grief.

“Yeah… she was nice on the eyes.” you tried, sighing out a wobbly breath. He glanced to you, before heading back to the front door. Stepping out, you heard him take just a few steps away, seemingly unwilling to leave you totally alone.

You busied yourself with trying to rummage through the wreck, seeing if you could find anything that was able to be saved, fixed… anything.

There was very little. So very little whoever had done this had left behind that could be saved. They’d taken every piece of your life and home and shattered it into a million pieces.

Startling a little at the sound of someone coming back into your living room behind you, you turned to greet Sans only for strong arms to wrap you up into a protective embrace. The scent of leather filled your nose, his nearly overwhelming warmth immediately putting you at ease.

After all, you’d always know your Papy. The tears started then, slow at first before you were full bawling into his chest, the emotions of the day and the horror of that night slowly making you crumble into pieces. He held you through it, even with your relationship being so new. It really did feel like you’d been together forever.

“___… I’m so sorry.” he whispered, seeming to take in the carnage that had become your home. You shook your head, sobs slowing down to soft hiccups.

“She’s not so pretty at the moment...” you replied, trying for a soft laugh. It didn’t land, Papyrus leaning back to look at you, searching your face. His own expression was… a mix of things.

Sadness and sorrow, the barest amount of guilt that you would have to talk to him about whenever you weren’t a total mess. But there was an undercurrent of anger there, anger so deep that you weren’t totally sure you should let him… what?

He would have to leave. He was a very important figure in Monsterkind’s diplomats. They would both have to leave eventually, Papyrus and his brother, and you would be left alone with all your memories shattered around you.

It threatened to make the tears start again, the thought of being alone.

But Papyrus finally spoke, and the words didn’t make any sense at first, because he wasn’t talking to you.

“I assume you know the drill, brother.”

Sans sighed from where he was nudging a ripped up book, though he still looked more angry than annoyed.

“Yeh, yeh boss. I gotcha.” he answered, taking his phone back out and texting someone… something. You really hoped he wasn’t actually on a date, you’d hate for it to be ruined just because of this bullshit.

Papyrus caught your attention again though, gently taking your hands in his own. You always marveled at how much bigger they were.

“My brother is going to stay here with you, until we have finished our investigation. Whoever did this could come back, and I will not lose you after I’ve gained so much. Is that alright?”

You blinked back the cool tears, nodding. “Yeah, that’s fine. I…” you paused, afraid to speak what was on your mind. Papyrus seemed to know that, waiting for you to gather your courage.

“Could you… I mean, I don’t know where you guys live, I don’t want to put you out.”

Reading between the lines, Papyrus smiled softly, if not sadly at you. “I can stay, as well. It would do to have another layer of security, as much as I trust my brother.”

Sans snorted. “Ya wound me boss, can’t believe you think I couldn’ watch pretty thing over there without ya.”

Papyrus scowled at him, but it was such a brotherly interaction that it had you at ease almost immediately.

You wouldn’t be alone. All that mattered to you right now was figuring this out, and you’d have help to do it. Ugh, you needed a hard drink and a bucket of peanut butter cup swirl.

...Your shop. Panic filled you as you tore away from Papyrus, heading straight for the front door, ignoring the calls that came after you.

Just as you got to the stairs of your porch, Sans was suddenly in front of you, hands up as if to try and keep you calm.

“Hey, ___, talk to me, wha’s wrong?”

You shook your head, the panic making your throat close up. He stared at you for a long moment, way too long for how scared you were, before his eyelights flashed dangerously.

“Yer ice cream shop. Yeah?”

You nodded desperately, the tears starting back up. Sans nodded, thinking to himself for a second before taking your arm in his hand, staring you in the eyes.

“This’s gonna be kinda weird, but ‘s the fastest way to get there. Ready?”

You had no idea what you were supposed to be ready for, but you nodded, needing so badly to see your shop, to make sure it was okay. That it hadn’t been destroyed like your home.

Sans nodded again, and suddenly your breath left your chest, black colors and flashing lights filling your eyes until suddenly, you were on the street in front of your shop, the nausea you felt from the panic only exacerbated by… whatever Sans had just done.

Turning around, you hoped so badly that she was okay, that your pride and joy was unharmed.

Instead what greeted you was a wall of fire, smoke and ash.

And as you fell to your knees on the hard concrete, all you could do was sob.

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Blue + The Bad Sans Gang | Be careful what you wish for... - Chapter 4

wooooo new chapter! i hope you all enjoy!

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The walk back to the kitchens was a quiet one, filled with unspoken tension. Dust had helped Blue up off the floor but none of them had lifted a finger to touch him after, his limp slowly getting less and less as they headed back through the castle. It was a long way of twists and turns, but Blue was finding that he was slowly mapping it out in his mind.

Finally entering through the large double doors, Blue gingerly headed to the fridge. He grabbed a water, popping the cap and drinking from it greedily before remembering who he was with. Glancing back at the three still disbelieving skeletons, he gestured with his bottle.

“You guys want a water?”

Three sets of shaking heads, so he shrugged and downed the rest of his own, throwing the bottle in the trash before turning back fully to them. This was going to be a difficult conversation, he could feel it. Surely Nightmare had explained what had been discussed, but Blue wasn't going to hold his breath.

“That’s not really what I meant by ‘drink’.” Dust murmured, but Blue just shrugged.

“I laid off the booze a while ago.” Which was the truth. Papy had been upset every time he went out and got drunk, so Blue didn't do it anymore.

That uncomfortable silence returned, Blue shifting from foot to foot until he finally realized that he hadn’t had time to clean the kitchen from breakfast. It would at least give his hands something to do, so he started putting things away.

Their eyes were on him the entire time, but it wasn’t until Killer spoke that Blue really clocked it. He really was losing his edge, his days spent here and not training making him soft.

“You really have been cooking for us.”

Blue glanced up from where he was crouched in front of the open fridge, putting away the eggs and butter. “...yeah? I lie to save people’s lives, not about food.”

That got a snort, but Horror was still staring impassively. Seemingly not amused.

“Why not… poison us?"

Blue stared at him for a long, long moment. He hadn’t even considered that, if he was honest. It wasn’t his style.

“I’ll be honest, the idea hadn’t even entered my mind. Besides, Nightmare would just kill me for it, and you’d all be sick, or worse. Why would I do that?”

Killer tilted his head, squinting. “Cause you’re our enemy??”

“Cause… we fight all the time.” Horror supplied.

“Because we don’t exactly fight on the same side.” Dust finished.

Blue looked at them all in turn, and couldn’t help the giggles that came out of him, a little unhinged tone to it.

Dust took a step towards him, out of caution or concern Blue didn’t know. He didn’t really care to let him get closer either way. A bone in the chest would have been preferred to a knife through his back, because at least he would see it coming. But he would rather not die today.

“Nightmare didn’t tell you, huh.”

Confusion filled the room like a fog, thick and easy to cut through.

“Uh… tell us what?” Killer asked, seemingly frustrated, his soul wavering like heat off of concrete.

Blue sighed, sitting on his haunches. “That I made a truce.”

Dust jolted a little, almost imperceptibly to anyone that wasn’t looking for it. “I thought you were joking about that shit.” He sounded disbelieving, not that Blue blamed him for it. Who would have thought he was being honest, let alone that it actually worked?

Shrugging, Blue tried to not look as tired as he felt, as exhausted as his soul was. “I made a deal. You guys don’t attack anymore AUs, and stay away from Dream and Ink. And I stay here and work for Nightmare.”

The silence following his admission was filled with something like tension, something like anger. Something like worry, but Blue was too exhausted to really look too far into it.

“You… realize that’ll… never end, right Blue Belle? That’s not…. a deal you get out of.” Horror slowly said, as if trying to get him to understand. Blue smiled up at him sadly.

“I know.”

Killer kept staring at him for a long, long moment before storming out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him. Dust stayed a little longer, seemingly deciding whether or not to say anything, before quietly leaving the same direction as Killer. Only Horror stayed, gingerly settling next to Blue on the floor, legs crossed and large red eyelight locked on him.

“…could you teach me?”

Blue blinked, confused. “Teach you what?”

“How to… make the food. Without… meat.”

Now that he knew who he had been cooking for, the dietary needs made a lot more sense. And knowing where Horror came from…

“Of course. We can start now, if you want, I’m not sure you got to finish your breakfast!”

Horror chuckled, nodding slowly. “Yeah… not so much.”

Grinning softly, he got to his feet, waiting for Horror to do the same, before sweeping his hands over the ingredients still out.

“What do you want to learn?”

Horror glanced around, taking it all in, before settling quietly on “Quiche.”

[freshiegayboi]

considering a teeny place to post links to my writing and chat about love for utmv/undertale ideas, art and writing lol

itd be a pretty small server, nothing huge and intimidating!

would anyone be interested in joining smth like that?

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Gamer!Reader Reverse Harem | You Have Unread Messages - Chapter 3

in which we meet someone who's friends with BigRed :)

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Having turned on your computer, you checked your phone while it loaded everything to see if BigRed had messaged anything else. No dice, but once you had the games program you used open, you booted up your favorite game. There waiting for you was an invitation to join the lobby, with BigRed and… BoneRattled.

BoneRattled: about time. figured you would have shown up faster lol

You rolled your eyes, typing your quick witted reply.

wantedcriminal: yeah I thought your mom would have shown up pretty quick too, but we don’t always get what we want.

Right after sending the message, you were a little worried they would take it poorly.

BoneRattled: LMAO

Guess not pfft. Grinning, you readied up, grabbing your headset and readying yourself for a fun night of gaming. Still, you had to say something before it actually started.

wantedcriminal: hey Red, you lied to me.

BigRed: how so

wantedcriminal: found your channel.

Radio silence for a moment, before he answered. You could almost imagine the smirk on his smug ass face.

BigRed: it worked out, didnt it?

Well, you had to give him that. Watching the timer go down, you waited until it was 5 seconds before, itching to get started, and watched as a final message came through.

BigRed: see you on the other side.

That you would. Finally the match started, the killer immediately honing in on you but you were too quick. Speedily leaving him behind, you carefully made your way around the map, finding a generator and carefully watching as you started working on it.

You were sure that the other two on your team were talking in a call, but it didn’t matter much since your fourth wasn’t in one either. The two of you were equally deaf to whatever the other two were doing and planning, but it didn’t seem to matter much.

The match went so smoothly that you were starting to wonder where these guys had been all your life. None of you died, each of you only going down once. It was wild, borderline insanity. You had never had matches go this well, not one right after the other.

After around four games going the same way, you were preparing to message to see what kind of performance enhancing drugs they were taking, when BigRed messaged first in dms.

BigRed: hey you wanna join a call?

Taking a big bite of the pizza you had run between matches to save from the oven, you chewed thoughtfully. One one hand, you had no idea who these guys were, you had just met them. On the other… this was an opportunity to become friends with genuinely some of the best players of this game you’d ever had the pleasure to meet.

And hey… maybe they would be decent friends, too.

wantedcriminal: why not?

Silence for a few seconds, before you were invited to one of the barest boned chatting servers you’d ever been in. You easily found the call that they were sitting in, though their names were Red and Slim. Interesting. So this wasn’t a streaming server?

Hoping they were ready for you to just jump in, you clicked to join the call, your voice low as you said “Hello?”

Their answers were swift.

“Heya.” That was BigRed, or Red you guessed, you remembered his voice from binging his videos. Deep and a little gravely, not a small amount of smokers lung detected. Well… metaphorically.

“What’s up?” That… you had to guess was BoneRattled, or Slim. You really hoped you had their names right. His voice was a little lighter, but still held that undertone of someone that had been smoking a long time. It was the tiniest bit nasally as well.

“Well, uh… thanks for letting me join your games.” you said, trying not to feel awkward. They didn’t seem to think it was all that uncomfortable, as you watched them both ready up in your lobby as if nothing important had happened.

“Yeah, not a problem.” Red answered simply, after taking what sounded like a long drink. Of what, you had no idea.

“You’re pretty damn good. Red wasn’t lyin’ this time, heh.” Slim supplied, your ego getting the littlest bit bigger.

“I do my best.” you responded, watching carefully as the timer hit zero and you were all pushed into the next match.

None of you actually spoke that much as you played, giving out simple call outs and cursing loudly to a background of quiet laughter as you did just as well as you had done the entire night. In fact, it became more and more of a comfortable silence, your face hurting from smiling when Red or Slim yelled at the killer calling them all sorts of names.

You joined in on one particularly poorly played game, the killer actually cheating hardcore. The lag was horrendous, the killer was reaching way too far per hit, and there was just something suspicious about the way they were playing. It ended with the killer disconnecting, the three of you yelling curses as the end screen came up.

“That guy…” you started, teeth grinding together.

“Was a total pussy.” Slim finished, Red snorting loudly as you laughed out loud.

Sitting back in your chair, you sighed quietly to yourself, glancing at the clock. It’d been five hours and you hadn’t even noticed. That’s how much fun you’d been having.

Unfortunately… that was coming to an end.

“Sorry crim, but we gotta take off.” Red said, backing out of the lobby after another good game. Slim did the same so you backed out as well, your disappointment palpable.

“Oh?” you asked, hoping you didn’t sound as sad as you were.

“Yeahhhh, our bros are headed back into town t’day so we need ta… heh. Clean up a little, if you catch my drift.”

Snorting, you imagined two skeletons with the personalities that Red and Slim seemed to have being left on their own for an extended amount of time.

“Yeah… yeah I can see that being an issue.”

There was a scoff from Slim’s direction. “Harsh, crim. Harsh but true.”

You snorted, but clicked out of your game. “Well, thanks again for letting me join guys, I had a lot of fun!”

Hums of agreement came over the call.

“Yeah, we’ll do this again soon.” Red promised, Slim backing him up with a “Yep.”

Smiling softly, you found you couldn’t wait, hopping out of the call with a “Goodbye!” and getting to your feet with a happy sigh.

You really couldn’t wait.

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some Money boi for @absurdmageart 😌

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Soft Edge/Reader | Subjugation - Chapter 11

you get to meet Sans!! enjoy the new chapter :)

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Papyrus had given you the night of your life, leading you around the festival and taking you to meet the various people in his life.

It was delightful, especially meeting the Dog Guard. They were all scarred up and shaggy looking, seemingly a little scary on the outside, but Papyrus began giving out head scratches and in an instant they were all begging him for more.

Cuteness overload, seriously. They even let you give them a couple head pats, though your hand was given extensive amounts of sniffing before you could touch them.

Papyrus seemed to be on cloud nine the rest of the night, holding your hand in his and unwilling to part with you for very long periods of time. There was a minor incident where he had to leave to take care of a ruckus towards the front of the festival, but he returned to you just as quickly as he’d left.

It was very sweet, Papyrus being so mannerly and polite, when you could tell all he really wanted to do was pick you up and take off somewhere the two of you could be alone.

You would have let him, but you knew he was technically working tonight, even if this had turned from a Not Date to an Actual Date. As much as you would love to take off and kiss the rest of the night away, you knew he had a duty to his Queen, and to his people.

Kissing could always come later.

All too soon the night came to an end, Papyrus needing to finish out the festival guard duties and you needed to get home. You were opening your van again tomorrow, what with this being the second to last night of the festival, and you needed to get at least a bit of sleep before you started in on that.

Papyrus led you to the gate at the back of the fairgrounds, seemingly fully disappointed that you had to leave. You weren’t super happy about it yourself, but it was a need, not a want.

“I have had a wonderful night with you, ___.” Papyrus said, all polite pomp and gentlemanly ways.

You smiled at him softly, taking his hand back in your own to give the knuckles a kiss. “Thank you Papy. I hope we can have another date soon.”

His face was now bright crimson, something you thought you’d never get tired of seeing. He took a bold step forward into your space, your mouth falling open a little, which was just enough of an opening for him to kiss you again. This time it was deeper, sweeter, and just enough for you to wish you never had to stop.

After a long, breathtaking moment, he pulled away, eyelights hazed as they stared into your eyes.

“Until next time.” he whispered, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. Maybe it was, but you would keep it.

“Until next time, Papy.” you whispered back, and he gently squeezed your hand before turning and heading back into the festival proper.

Holding your hand to your chest, you couldn’t help the absolute adoration you felt for that man. Sighing out into the night, you watched the cloud made from your breath as it traveled up to disappear among the stars, and headed home.

~.~

...You knew something was wrong whenever you arrived, having taken a taxi to get back to your street. The front door was ajar, just a smidge, just enough for you to notice and take a suspicious step back. The windows were still closed, the curtains shut and you assumed the back door was similarly shut. And you knew you had locked up before you left with Papyrus, so…

Squinting at the darkness you could see just beyond the crack of the doorway, you took out your phone, clicking through your contacts until you got to the one that had mysteriously appeared one day.

You knew who it was, the “Judge” older brother that was still watching from the shadows. But you knew better than to call for Papyrus for this; he would leave the Carnival no matter the consequences. Better to call for back up that wouldn’t technically get in trouble for coming over… at least you hoped.

The contact didn’t have a name, just a number, but you still gave it a shot, texting a quick “I think someone broke into my house.”

There were a few long seconds after that of silence, your paranoia filling you to the brim. Then the sound of a whistle came from behind you, your whole body jerking into jumping away from the noise before you caught the sight of a skeleton standing just off to the side.

He was shorter than Papyrus but a lot more broad, covered in a similar amount of scars. Looking like he’d been dressed up for a date of his own, maybe, his bright red eyelight glanced over you before he moved to inspect your door.

“Good thing ya texted me, toots, Paps would’a shit a brick.” he commented, seemingly unruffled. You snorted, feeling a little less hyped up than you had a moment ago.

You were still mega uncomfortable, but having Papyrus’s brother here made you feel a little safer than if you’d been by yourself.

“...What’s your name?” he asked, and you supplied it. Nodding to himself as he plucked a piece of paper from between the door that you hadn’t seen till then, he answered “Sans. Looks like ya got some fan mail.”

The way he said “fan mail” made it sound he was holding a piece of disgusting trash, not a piece of paper with what looked like scratchy wording on it. Instead of letting you see it, though, he shoved it in his pocket and kicked your door open.

You decided to let it go, following along inside before you stopped dead in your tracks, your mouth hanging open in despair.

“Damn…” Sans whispered, and you could only agree.

Whoever had broken in... They’d wrecked everything.

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Gamer!Reader Reverse Harem | You Have Unread Messages - Chapter 2

another day, another chapter! please enjoy!

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Your thoughts kept drifting to your new gaming friend as you drudged through work the next day. He was just… surprisingly intriguing in a way you really couldn’t put your finger on.

More than anything you hoped you could play with him again sometime soon, it was such an enjoyable experience that you wanted to repeat as quickly as possible. Of course you had decided that you needed to be at least somewhat careful… it’d be just your luck the guy was an incel or something.

Though, you’d never met a monster that was like that, so you weren’t really expecting it. You had looked for his streams the night before, scrolling past pages of random game play just to finally find him by searching his gamer tag. What greeted you was a heavy set, scarred up skeleton with bright red eyes playing your favorite game.

He actually had a decent line up of games he played, seemingly a man of diverse tastes. His content was as enjoyable as actually playing with him, but what shocked you was that he had lied to you, the night before.

His most recently archived stream was from the night before, around eight hours long and titled “game time fright night”. Based on the date you scrubbed through the footage, and… yep. There you were, asking him if he was streaming.

This little bitch.

“This guy is gonna leave if I say yeh, huh.” he drawled to his chat, the messages exploding into ‘Don’t tell them!’ and ‘This is so funny’ and ‘I bet they’re bad’.

That was more than a little insulting, but as you watched, you couldn’t help but be captivated by the two of you playing the game with such fluid teamwork that one would have thought you were in a call. That and his absolute expertise at the game mechanics.

Soon enough you had proven your worth, BigRed whistling his appreciation as he watched you drop a pallet at a pivotal moment.

“They ain’ too bad.” was his assessment. The chat seemed to agree, all giving advice and wondering who you were. He didn’t show your messages after that match to the stream, thank the stars, but he did tell them that he was going to do at least a few more rounds with you.

It was definitely a fun watch, seeing the two of you do your thing. You were personally enthralled by his style of commentary, his gruff voice calmly speaking to and explaining things to the chat.

All too soon it came to an end, arriving at the time where you had signed off. But what surprised you was that he was disappointed, at least from what you could see from his expression. His chat was too, once he relayed the news.

“Tha’s gonna be it for t’night, folks. Gotta feed Doomy, the bro ain’t home.”

As cryptic as that was for you, his chat seemed to instantly understand, erupting into cat emojis and “nodders”. He signed off, sending the chat to raid another streamer named BoneRattled, and the video ended.

You had taken that as your cue to go to bed at the time, and slept a solid three hours before you had to rush off to work. It had been a long, weary day, leaving you feeling more than a little drained. And here you were, eight solid hours later, ready to crash the hell out.

And do absolutely nothing for a little bit, that was important too. Just until you got enough energy back to get back to the grinding of levels in your game.

Getting home after an unusually calm commute, you threw your bag onto a side table and kicked your shoes off in the doorway. Shucking off your coat, you let yourself shuffle to the couch, flopping down face first with a loud grunt.

Your plans were entirely centered around doing jack all for at least an hour, after which you would get up and find something to eat and boot on the old computer. Of course, that changed when your phone, balanced on the cushion by your head, began to buzz. You had gotten a message, two messages in fact from someone, who knew who. You were fully prepared to ignore it for as long as possible, it was the official start of the weekend after all!

But after a third buzz, you groaned, sighing loudly as you plucked up your phone.

The exasperation was quickly replaced with delight as you opened up your Dms and who had been texting you but your new favorite skeleton.

Something about him texting was giving you good vibes, but you were sure that was just because it was almost always you texting first.

BigRed: you wanna play tonight?

BigRed: got a buddy that wants to join.

BigRed: no issue if not.

You stared at the messages for a moment, chewing on them thoughtfully. You kind of wondered who it was that BigRed wanted to join you, if it was someone on his list of “friend I game with” that was on his profile. A couple of them streamed too, but you hadn’t had the opportunity to actually check them out yet.

wantedcriminal: sure why not!

Waiting, and considering what you wanted for dinner as your stomach was starting to growl uncomfortably, you were so invested in trying to decide on pizza or chicken wraps that you jumped when your phone buzzed one more time.

BigRed: cool. meet you in twenty. Huffing playfully, you couldn’t help the playful indignation that filled you. What a guy, not even asking when you could play. You texted back a quick “see you there!” before hauling yourself off the couch.

While you were super curious who it was you would be playing with, something told you they would be no pushover gaming wise. Your new skeleton friend didn’t seem like the type to carry useless players, as harsh as that was to say.

Some people were just bad at some games, it was part of life.

Grabbing a frozen pizza and tossing it in the oven, you headed for your bedroom to boot up your computer.

This was going to be so exciting.

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Gamer!Reader Reverse Harem | You Have Unread Messages - Chapter 1

started a new Reader Reverse Harem! my goal is to actually continuously work on this one lol

mind the tags! https://archiveofourown.org/works/63364534

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tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, gamers AU, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Reverse Harem ,Angst, reader's gender is ambiguous, Reader is a gamer, Red is a streamer

(chapter 2 here)

“Well fuck you too, asshole!” You cried out, hands thrown up in the air as you stared incredulous at your computer screen.

The exclamation was undercut by the sound of you flopping backwards, chair spinning from the force of it. You had just dealt with the most infuriating teammates you have ever had in your favorite game, the stress of the past few hours starting to get to you.

Not that you wanted to admit it. Taking a long, angry sip of water you cracked your knuckles and hit New Match. Surely this time you would get decent teammates. You had to believe so, or else you’d lose whatever faith you had left in the game. Your chair creaked as you scooted forwards, ready to try again. It would be better this time.

Wrong. The next twenty minutes were just as much of a hell as the previous, and the match after that didn’t even last the fully twenty as the person you were playing against disconnected mid game. Rubbing at your face, you tried to tamp down the actual anger that was coursing through you.

You were getting more than a little burnt out at that point, but you were so committed to have a decent game that you pressed on, hitting New Match one more time.

It was getting late but you were so determined to make this work.

This time though, someone joined your lobby that had the marker of a streamer next to their name, which instantly put your hopes of this being a decent game right down the shitter.

Typing in the in game chat, focused on this “BigRed”, you typed out a quick message.

wantedcriminal: hey, you live?

Waiting for a few seconds, while watching the lobby start timer slowly count down, you started to think that you probably weren’t going to get a response. But after another long moment, an answer popped up.

BigRed: no.

Well thank the stars for small miracles. Locking in, you hoped with all your soul that it would be an okay game.

Imagine your shock when not only was it a good game, you won.

It was a near perfect run, Big Red doing everything he needed to do exactly when he needed to do it. You weren’t too bad at the game yourself, playing support as your hours and hours put into it all came into play.

Finally, you got the Win screen, the points laid out per player and you were wholly unsurprised to see your newest favorite gamer at the very top. God, that had been such a rush.

Before you could convince yourself it was a bad idea, you opened his profile, sending him a friend request. You wouldn’t have blamed him for ignoring it; you often ignored any friend requests you got from people you didn’t know. But it had been so genuinely fun playing with him that you had to at least try.

But after a few seconds, the notification came that your request had been accepted, a message popping up.

BigRed: youre not too bad.

Feeling something like pride, seeing as how one of the best players you’d ever met said had just said that you were pretty good too, you quickly typed to answer him.

wantedcriminal: thanks! you’re so good, you’ll have to teach me your ways.

A pause, then he responded with something that had you snorting.

BigRed: none know my ways. gl ggwp

wantedcriminal: ggwp~ ...you wanna play another one?

The nearly instant request ping you got for you to join his lobby was your answer, you almost giddy as your clicked through.

The rest of your time playing that night was filled with fun, which was a novel experience for this game sometimes. For once you had someone that knew the game, someone that wasn’t making what were clearly rookie mistakes. Someone that was making the game actually enjoyable.

After a few hours of game after game, most of them just as satisfying as the first one, you were starting to slow down, the hours of game play making your eyes ache. Though when something when horrifically wrong one of you was quick to message the other, shit talking like it was your jobs.

wantedcriminal: that guy was so fucking dumb!

BigRed: yeah. guys playing from his bathroom, its a real shitty experience.

He was so good at the game, and so quick with witty responses that had you genuinely laughing. You wished that you could do this forever.

Once it hit 1:00 AM though, you were feeling the amount of time you’d been sitting there. Sure you had drank water almost the whole time, but you hadn’t eaten since noon and your legs were starting to cramp.

wantedcriminal: i gotta hop off, but this was super fun!

There was a pause before he answered. You looked at it, wondering if he was disappointed, and decided he probably wasn’t. He barely knew you after all.

BigRed: no problem. see ya.

Smiling to yourself, you clicked out of the game, shutting down your computer and sitting back in your well loved chair with a sigh.

Hmm, you had to look him up. Mister “BigRed” was sure to be an entertaining watch, no matter who he was. His expertise at the game would make for a good time.

Grabbing your phone, you scrolled through one of the big streaming apps, and headed for your kitchen.

[freshiegayboi]

ive started a new series!! (yes yes, i know i shouldnt be lol) BUT its exciting because its something different!

its Chronically Ill Reader&Sans(es)

a gen series where Reader is chronically ill/disabled and they're best friends/frenemies with the Bad Sans Gang and the Star Sanses!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63168739

please enjoy! this first part is Reader&Error

[freshiegayboi]

give all the kam deets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

in the midst of this creative dry spell (kam is feeling unwell and that makes creativity hard), kam is thinking back on all the fun stuff i've done already

does anyone wanna hear about kam's work so far? (give me a reason i will go off)

[freshiegayboi]

jester let your bells ring loud~

introducing Jester! hes a silly guy

[freshiegayboi]

*lays on the floor*

help i cant pick what to write on

someone pick a number 1-3 pls and ty

[freshiegayboi]

new chapter of "so many snacks, so little time", my Symbiote!Gaster/Reader fic!! enjoy :D

[freshiegayboi]

RED ALERT

mage art coming 👀

Mugshots of the mafia fellows would be fine! I just want to picture how they look like in general. Showing a bit of their cloths to also show what they like to dress like, but it doesn’t have to be a full body drawing

Well, their headcanons are in google docs to share and the Sans and Papyrus are done but still working on the Gaster drawings. I probably don't show enough of the clothing but you'll get a good sense of their face at least.

Stay tuned.