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"WELL, Y'DID," he grumbles, even as ink speaks his heartfelt apology. he knows the little guy means well - red's always been a decent judge of character - but fuck if it didn't take him long enough to reach a conclusion. IT'S BAD enough he has to entertain the little matchstick with three hours of sleep and a shitty attitude, but his magic started acting up around the same time ink whipped that damn flute out. every note felt like a tidal wave against his brain, sloshing his magic around the inside of his skull. he kept his left eye shut tight, only peeking out through his right, but magic still leaked through, dripping and evaporating on his cheek like dry ice. EVENTUALLY, he reached his breaking point. his whole skull and spine throbs, and he can't think straight enough between the hustle and bustle to just ask the kid to quit. red slung an arm over his shoulders, dwarfing ink against his boiling body, and takes his entire face in his palm. once his point has been made, the hand releases, and red mercifully deflates with the addition of a little more silence. "ASS'OLE," he grumbled, shifting around just enough to free his flask for a little self-medication. "can't take a hint. can't give it a rest. lucky i don' feel like yelling, or you'd be licked by now ... "

[ rest ] or [ scold ] maybe ??

✱ @redrighte  called   //  accepting.

[ rest ] your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder  && [ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

mismatched  eyelights  glance  up  to  red’s  face  as  the  larger  skeleton  drapes  an  arm  over  his  narrow  shoulders,    flute  held  still  against  his  teeth.    irritation  drips  off  of  the  mobster,    &&  ink  has  the  decency  to  look  sheepish.    tucking  the  instrument  away  in  his  shirt,    he  places  a  hand  on  red’s  face,    not  pushing  him  off  even  as  the  drunken  monster  leans  heavily  on  him.

       ❛  'm  sorry,  ❜      he  murmurs,    keeping  his  voice  low  as  to  avoid  causing  any  additional  trouble,    eyelights  show  a  mint  green  triangle    &&    a  dark  blue  cross      ❛  i  wasn’t  trying  to  give  you  a  headache.  ❜      

well,    that  may  have  been  a  lie.    pranks  are  a  guilty  pleasure  of  the  guardian’s,    this  includes    (but  is  certainly  not  limited  to)    being  generally  obnoxious.    but  he’s  not  completely  oblivious  as  to  when  he  should  ...  probably  stop.

[redrighte]

[ screams I’m finally on winter break ! I did it ! I can write ! 

[redrighte]

Drinking starters

as requested by @ambitionbled (it won’t let me tag you, sorry!)

CONCERN.

❝How much have you had to drink?❞

❝You could have fucking alcohol poisoning!❞  

❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

❝I think I might’ve overdone it on the alcohol…❞

❝We’ve got to go get your stomach pumped.❞

❝I thought you said you were clean!❞

❝Yes, it is a big deal.❞

❝Let me drive you home.❞

❝You are NOT driving like this!❞

❝You are gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.❞

❝Drinking until you puke is not normal.❞

DRUNK.

❝Is this real life?❞ 

❝I want to go to sleep but I can’t find any sheep.❞

❝How do you show fish affection?❞

❝Taco Bell is open 24 hours, right?❞

❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

❝Drunk I am not.❞

-glasses on head- ❝Where did I put my glasses?❞

❝How do I tell my parents I’m a mermaid?❞ 

❝I’m not even tired.❞

❝I should call my ex.❞

❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞

❝Does playing Mario Kart drunk count as drunk driving?❞

-hugging the floor- ❝I’m trying to stop the floor from spinning.❞

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

ANGST.

❝What’s the fucking point anymore?❞

❝Screw recovery. I want a drink.❞

❝I’m too sober for this shit.❞ 

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞

❝I seriously don’t feel too good.❞

❝I didn’t even have that much to drink.❞

❝Will you stop fucking interrogating me?❞

❝I can drive. I’m fine.❞

❝There’s a reason I drink so much.❞

❝You���re the reason I drink so much.❞

❝I’m only happy when I’m drunk.❞

FLUFF/FUN.

❝You’re cute, you know that?❞ 

❝You wanna get wasted?❞

❝I’m bar-hopping tonight, wanna come?❞

❝What are you drinking, and why aren’t you sharing?❞

❝I’m having a party for two.❞

❝You’re so hot.❞

❝I’m usually too chicken-shit to say this, but…I really like you.❞

❝I don’t want to kiss you with your alcohol breath.❞

*kisses on forehead*

*kisses on cheek*

*kisses on lips*

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LONG ISLAND ICED TEA / @avefausa​​

YOU EVER LOOK at something and know it’s just going to be nasty? no nuance, no second guessing yourself. it’s nasty and off-putting and nowhere near up your alley. the fifth of whiskey at his elbow is a perfect contestant for his most-hated drink, and that’s before maple syrup, lemon juice, and cinnamon were added. and then warmed up. 

JESUS FUCK, here he goes. 

THE FIRST SIP, as predicted, is fucking awful. he resists the urge to spit it out instantly, mossy booze and sharp cinnamon colliding to create the devil. the syrup nearly coats his tongue afterwards, trapping the tastes in under an overly sweet blanket. he pulls a face, swallows, and pushes the glass at arms length along the counter. 

THREE MINUTES LATER, he’s taking another sip. and then another. 

IT GROWS on you. 

                                                             +/- .75 HP

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LONG ISLAND ICED TEA / @the-judge-of-bones​

THERE’S BEEN A lot more color in his diet since people have started coming around, he’d give the situation that much. red stared distantly down at the glass at hand, bright blue liquor bobbing against a handful of ice cubes and a salt rim. there’s a hint of something familiar there, acidic and sour - he’d say pickle juice, if he wasn’t stupid. the heavy tang of oranges and blue raspberry covered the other smell about as well as a doormat on a murder scene, but it wasn’t all that unpleasant. in fact, it felt comforting - the way ugly cologne is comforting, or your alarm clock after a lengthy vacation. 

THE TASTE IS simple. sweetly sour blue raspberry with a savory and citrusy finish. you’d think it’d be unbearable, but the longer he sips, the more he grows attached. funny how shit like that works, huh? 

                                                             + 12 HP

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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

mentions of panic attacks , vomiting , trauma , self harm , and distressing situations . Feel free to adjust as needed ! ♡ 

( 𝐑𝐔𝐁 ) ; one muse rubs the other’s back to comfort them while in a moment of distress.

( 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ) ; one muse grabs a bucket for the other who’s about to throw up. 

( 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; our muses share a bed so the other doesn’t have to be alone. 

( 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calls the other a term of endearment to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐔𝐆 ) ; one muse holds the other close while they open up / cry.

( 𝐀𝐈𝐃 ) ; one muse runs to the others aid after they were violently hurt. 

( 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ) ; one muse calls sender late at night in tears and the other comes over to comfort them. 

( 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse reaches out to the other after they’ve withdrawn from everyone. 

( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ) ; one muse discovers the other during a panic attack. 

( 𝐍𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 ) ; one muse takes care of the other while they’re sick.

( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse holds the other’s hand while they’re in pain or panicking. 

( 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ) ; one muse offers to cuddle with the other to help them sleep.

( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄 ) ; one muse opens up to the other about a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse guides the other through a breathing technique.

( 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse comes to the other with an injury they’ve been trying to hide that’s beginning to worry them.

( 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 ) ; one muse gently kisses the other while they’re crying.

( 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 ) ; one muse helps the other into a bath/shower after a traumatic event. or they bathe together.

( 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐁 ) ; our muses instinctively grab each other while they’re scared.

( 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ) ; one muse gives the other a shoulder rub.

( 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 ) ; one muse wipes blood off of the other.

( 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐓 ) ; one muse shows up at the other’s doorstep in tears.

( 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse has been missing and finally shows up, dirty and traumatized. the other helps clean them up and tries to get them to talk.

( 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse wakes up the other after having a horrific nightmare.

( 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋 ) ; one muse makes the other a warm meal to make them feel better.

( 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 ) ; one muse has been slowly deteriorating mentally/physically, the other takes it upon themselves to make sure they’re taken care of.

( 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse takes the other’s face ( cheeks , chin ) when trying to comfort them. 

( 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ) ; one muse lets the other stay over when their house gets too stressful.

( 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 ) ; one muse sits outside the door to comfort the other who won’t let them in.

( 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 ) ; one muse stays over to make sure the other doesn’t hurt themselves.

( 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 ) ; one muse strokes the others hair.

( 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 ) ; our muses sit together after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 ) ; one muse helps ground the other ( bonus if you specify how ) 

( 𝐈𝐂𝐄 ) ; one muse holds an ice pack to the other’s injury.

( 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏 ) ; our muses cry and hold each other after a traumatic experience. 

( 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ) ; one muse strides up to the other and suddenly embraces them tightly after experiencing something distressing. 

( 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 ) ; one muse calms the terrified other.

( 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘 ) ; one muse takes the other to a calm area where they feel more comfortable opening up.

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LONG ISLAND ICED TEA / @soultold​​

UGH. 

RED STARED DOWN at his mug with disgust. whatever this is, it’s thick and hot and red as all hell, sticking to the sides of the ceramic when he gives it a swirl. the top bubbles and froths, hints of creamy liquor coming at him when he gets the chance to smell it properly - otherwise, it just smells like heat, and a vague plastic-y odor that makes him think the kettle is starting to go bad. might be time to replace that. 

HESITANTLY, red takes a sip, and is hit with what might be a truckload of moonshine and artificial flavoring. he can’t help but choke, the monstrosity at hand burning his tongue and jaw down to the marrow. it’s bitter with booze, rich, chemical-y vodka giving the whole thing a ‘red velvet’ taste - the best part just happens to be the hot chocolate (no less drunken, he can tell), occasionally peeking through the tainted parts. That burning smell hits red all over again, despite how nice of a reprieve the chocolate and baileys had been, and he can feel his nonexistent stomach flip over. 

                                                                 - 3 HP

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LONG ISLAND ICED TEA / @draftink​

RED DOESN’T THINK he’s ever seen something as effervescent as what he’s swirling in his glass. his ‘ drink ‘ fizzes noisily as the liquid inside settles, glimmers of gold and pink shining through the grey painfully green booze. it doesn’t smell like too much, hints of mint and lime coming at him at amidst the carbonation - it’s bright. it’s citrusy. it smells like radio static. 

IT GOES DOWN a lot better than he thought it would. everything that seemed too loud to taste had mellowed by the time he swallowed, much sweeter and smoother than the bubbles suggested. it’s weird - the myriad of hidden tastes should’ve thrown him off (mint, watermelon, vanilla, pineapple) but it all works - the last thing he’s left with is the vanilla liquor, almost like a built in palate cleanser. huh. 

RED SETS his glass back down onto the bar, the shimmer tinting the drink a ruddy purple by the time he looks back at it. 

                                                             + 30 HP

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[ i’m gonna be around for a little longer, but i think it’s mostly gonna be a headcanon and little meme night ! i’ll try and queue up some replies if i have more bones than i thought, but my head hurts a lottle bit so 

[redrighte]

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

in addition, i may also add how much it would heal my muse depending on their relationship with yours!

inspired by deltarune chapter 2.

[redrighte]

BIG RED has appeared ! what to do ? 

**       ASK ON A DATE  **       ASK TO LEAVE  **       KISS CHEEK  **       VIOLATE 

yeah, sounds about right

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BOTANICAL HEADCANONS / @the-judge-of-bones​

what would a “ happy life “ look like , in your muse’s eyes? : 

     HELL OF A LOADED QUESTION, that. truth is, red doesn’t really know. a happy ending hasn’t ever even been on his radar, let alone a happy middle. he guesses he’d want things a little ... less exciting. not quieter, he wouldn’t say quieter - he’s lived with the hustle and bustle of his brothers for so long he couldn’t imagine a day without noise, but he’d like to wake up and not already regret the day ahead of him. he’d like to come home an average amount of tired, instead of ready to drop, covered in sweat and blood and other people’s cigarette smoke.       A HAPPY LIFE would probably include a HP boost in there. it’s fucking miserable, trying to fix his schedule around his HOPE. he’s heard of some doctors that specialize in monsters down east - or, well, WD heard about them, and red overheard WD - but they’ve got the tech to fix stuff like that nowadays. even just to ten; god, he couldn’t imagine life on 10HP, but he’s sure it would be wonderful. no mores skull pains, no more dozing off at 6pm - he’d wanna do stuff after work, besides just sit at the bar and drink away a backache.       AND HIS BROTHERS ... he wouldn’t want his brothers to go away, he thinks. but he’d want them all to have their own lives. maybe they all live in the same apartment complex, or neighborhood, but ideally not up each other’s asses. maybe he wants to bring a pretty little thing home late, y’know, or watch tv whenever - not just between cooking shows and science documentaries. and he could be as messy as he wants ( and by messy, he just means ‘ organized in a way that isn’t boss approved ‘ ), and as loud as he wants, and no one would have a clue if he did sleep in ‘til noon. and maybe they’d - ... appreciate him, a little more, if they weren’t all in the same house all the time.       LASTLY, THERE’S his career path. it kind of goes along with the ‘ less exciting ‘, but he’d want to do more than just beat the guts out of flatfooted fucks with empty checkbooks. he’d always fancied himself a sweet talker, and he knows a little about a lot of shit, so ... in his private time, he’d indulged the idea of running a little store someday. there’s a lot of great monster shit humans don’t have, and a lot of good human stuff monsters can’t get at, so wouldn’t it be great to run a merging of the two? set up a little mom-and-pop shop with a hotdog stand out front, catering to just about anyone’s needs? and if people got a little shitty about it, he’s not losing the skills from his own life ... no one said he wouldn’t feel the urge to break a few knees now and again. 

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BOTANICAL HEADCANONS / @the-judge-of-bones​

describe a holiday your muse enjoys , and why they enjoy it: 

     HOLIDAYS AREN’T QUITE red’s thing. there’s a surprising amount of prerequisites to celebrating something meant for rest and relaxation - you gotta have the free time to take a load off, the money to treat yourself (or others, he guesses), and loved ones to celebrate with. unfortunately, keeping a city block under your thumb is a full-time gig, and either way, he’s ... well, at the end of the day, he’s only got papyrus. and boss has better things to do than indulge red in a little family time.       REGARDLESS, red has a soft spot the size of atlantis for what the humans call christmas. he hasn’t got a goddamn clue who christ is, and wouldn’t be caught dead in a mass, but there’s something beautiful about the season. maybe it’s the weather - he doesn’t remember a lot about snowdin, but the snow is kinda in the name, isn’t it? it gives him a warm and cuddly feeling that looks absolutely disgusting on him, so he usually hides that away for his own enjoyment. no one needs to know why he’s got an extra pep in his step. and then, y’know, the humans are happy. it’s their holiday, after all, why shouldn’t they be? he gets more tilted hats and god bless, mister ‘s this time of year than any other, and fuck whatever WD says, it’s nice to not feel hated. red has a inkling it’s cause he covers more in the winter, but, y’know. sentiment is still there.       MOSTLY (and he’d rather keep this hush-hush), it’s the colors. and the lights. and the sounds. god, he’ll fucking say it, the surface is beautiful that time of year. everything’s all red and grey and white, there’s all sorts of pretty glass baubles hanging up, he can’t go three feet from his house without hearing some kind of music, and it’s goddamn invigorating. kids are laughing, people are bustling, there’s not a place safe from cinnamon and spice potpourri - it’s just ...       IT’S NICE. sue him. 

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[ when you just want to viscerally beat up and near-death the big man but no one canonically gives a hoot

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hey there, folks. the name is snumpkin, or lee. i’d like to put out a teensy little ut promo for my multi-muse. it’s small and rough and im working on something better, but please  reblog / like  this post if you’re interested in potentially interacting with my ut or (future) dr muses!! 

i currently play:  sans (several verses), error sans (zero), aftertale sans (geno), underfell sans (rum), mafiafell sans (metus), neutral-leaning human (cruella / 18) in the future i will pick up:  asgore (both ut / dr), noelle, susie, burgerpants (both ut / dr)

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                     they’re whispering his name through this disappearing land                                                                          but hidden in his coat is a 

                                                        RED RIGHT HAND. 

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✧ OC Asks! ✧

I compiled a short list of some questions that I hadn’t seen yet to help you (and me) have some fun while developing OCs. Feel free to answer these yourself, or ask someone else!

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

2. What do strangers notice about them first?

3. How does their social personality differ from how they act when they’re alone?

4. How do they act around a crush?

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

6. What do they smell like?

7. What is their hair texture like?

8. How much jewelry do they wear, and do they have a favorite or distinguishing piece?

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

10. What is a weird quality that they have (ie their hands are always cold, they’re always hungry, they snort when they laugh, etc)?

11. What color do they look strikingly good in?

12. How do they show affection to someone they love?

13. Do they make strong/frequent eye contact when they talk to someone?

14. What attributes do they have that are inherited from their parents or shared with their siblings/other relatives?

15. Are their greatest flaw and their greatest strength related and in what way? (ie very caring and helpful but a doormat, or very observant and shrewd but often paranoid)

16. How has their childhood affected the way they view an aspect of their life (people, education, society, themselves, etc)?

And that’s all! Remember to reblog with your answers, I’m genuinely curious to hear about other people’s characters/writing processes!