#ALSO re: the papyrus comment

[stuffyflowers]

I think Starlo makes a good sheriff in the way Martlet makes a good Royal Guard

They're not exactly good at their jobs, but they have strong emotional characters that drive them to do the right thing rather than convenient or injust protocol. Being in positions of authority, this is possibly one of the best traits you could possibly have imo.

This too is a Papyrus thing except unlike Papyrus I can believe they could actually be competent with some time

Yeah, when I say star and martlet aren’t good at their jobs I am referring to the one they are expected and try to perform. The Royal guard is full of rules and regulations which martlet can barely keep up with, as well as being at its core against what she believes is right in regards to the fallen humans and how monsterkinds freedom should be secured. The illusion of being an almighty sheriff breaks for starlo during his fight with clover, realising that apprehending them for simply being human as his role as a lawman of the underground would entail isn’t justice at all, and he’s not prepared to take a life. It’s not fair.

That doesn’t mean they have no leadership skills or strong moral character that they can put into other more useful/productive roles. I think they both show they can be great leaders when put in actual threatening situations in the climax of most routes. Starlo immediately forms a rescue plan for clover when he finds out about cerobas intentions (which would have worked if not for their own insistence to seek her out). Martlet is defined in every ending by her ability to try to achieve the most just outcome, whether it involves protecting/vouching for clover, trying to rehabilitate them, or having to take them down as a last resort.

Being in a position of power under asgores political regime doesnt go well for either of them bc they don’t get to use these qualities in a way that matters, they don’t get to follow their own idea of what ‘justice’ really entails. By post pacifist they both come to this realisation: star tones down the sheriff stuff in favour of focusing on the actual positives which his town brings to the underground. martlet quits her job and while we don’t see what she is doing with her life now, I think she tries to follow in the footsteps of her mentor (the one she knew, anyway) by making the world a better place through small acts of kindness. It’s the kindness of people like martlet that eventually allows for the barrier to break in the pacifist ending of undertale, after all :)

[popatochisssp]

Now that I'm temporarily free of university deadlines I finally have the time to write and scream at you about how much I appreciate every one of your comments and OOHHH BOYY HOW MUCH I LOVEEE LOVE YOUR FICS!!!!! I didnt realise it was YOU??! I binged them all a few weeks (a month or two??) ago and aaAAAA!! The swapfell one???? Absolutely incredible. I think about it constantly, like, a LOT. It changed my mind on that au completely and lemme just say I am IN LOVE!! AND!!! The underfell papyrus one?? In the diner??? OH MY GOD!!!!! It's my favourite interpretation I've ever seen of him and I think about it like EVERY DAY and it's driving me crazy! (also I'm in the middle of a drawing that you might like about him hehee) Might take this free time to go and re-read all of your stuff and leave comments (forgive me for not leaving them the first time T-T I struggle with putting my thoughts into words and they make me feel a lot of things lol) If there wasnt a word limit on these asks I would be writing soo much more!! But yeah thank you for your sweet words :3 love u <3

I have to admit I've been holding onto this ask for a minute bc I was lowkey freaking out a little and didn't know what to say lol

Your art is so amazing, I'm always hype to see it, your grasp of....everything is so cool, the colors and the backgrounds and the shading and composition and aaaaaaa love!!!

I've actually be able to get a little work done on that Underfell Papyrus fic recently, so maybe I'll have something to add to that soon, fingers crossed...!

[papyrus-in-practice]

Hey, y’all! I wanted to give an update on Papyrus in Practice and other related stuff.

“It’s been about a year, where’s the next page!?”

Wow, when I saw it’s actually been a year, I kind of blanched a bit. I didn’t mean for the hiatus to last that long. Next page is actually done. In fact, a couple of pages are either done or close to done. I’m trying to build up a big buffer so that, hopefully, there will be a smaller gap between updates in the future. My plan is to have eight pages completed, line art for four pages done, have the script for the next scene done, and have a couple of pages worth of sketches ready. As I’m typing this, six of the eight next pages are done with the remaining ones in various stages of completion and two of the four next pages have finished line art. I’ve been working and reworking and re-reworking the script for the final scene for the past twenty months and honestly frustrated in how to wrap up the chapter in a satisfying way that won’t make me stuck on chapter 4 for another two years because the climax and conclusion is so long. So, that’s where I’m at now.

“I wrote something in the ask blog and didn’t get a response.”

I read every comment and every ask sent to me and, most likely, have at least attempted to write a script to answer it. But, I gotta weigh my options. Do I answer it at risk of delaying Papyrus in Practice for another month or focus on the comic? Depending on how elaborate the answer is, it might take a while to make a response. There are also things I just don’t know how to answer to and, believe me, I’ve tried coming up with a good answer, but I’m also still learning about life myself and I’ve found that, sometimes, my answer to a question has changed a lot over time. Sometimes, I’m afraid of saying something that’s ultimately harmful. It’s a tricky balance. At the end of the day, I've never guaranteed a response to any ask and never will guarantee a response. There are still some asks that I'd like to get around to, maybe if chapter 4 finishes or I get burnt out while making it and need a change of pace.

“Are you actually a therapist?”

Yup. I just graduated this past May with a masters in art therapy counseling. My title right now is a qualified mental health professional or QMHP. I’m waiting to take the National Counselor’s Exam to obtain my LPC but government paperwork is a looooong process(seriously, some of my colleagues have been waiting in the queue for over a year to get their LCPC). In the meantime, I can still practice as a therapist as long as I check in with a supervisor and have been practicing and slowly building my caseload for the past couple of months.

“Can you be my therapist/give therapy to this person?”

The short answer is no. The long answer is that there are a lot of ethical concerns when it comes to providing mental healthcare and breaching ethical guidelines could impede therapy progress, bring potential harm to the client, myself, or I could get in big legal trouble. I can also only practice if the client is located in my home state and goes through the company I work for since I need supervision to practice. However, I’d be happy to provide resources like websites that help you find a therapist, even for a reduced price, or self-help sites that can help you learn skills and develop tools to use that can boost your mental well-being. I cannot, however, provide mental health services.

“Will (insert character’s name) meet with Papyrus?”

Maybe. I’ve got ideas for characters in mind, but it’s more a question of how much longer I want to be doing this for. I’ll be honest with y’all, I’m getting burnt out. I want to do different projects or even revisit older projects, but I tell myself I can’t do that until I finish Papyrus in Practice or, at the very least, finish chapter 4. I didn’t think this chapter would go on for as long as it has, but it also makes sense. We’ve already hit page 25 which is almost as long as the entirety of chapter 3 and I don’t even know if we’re halfway done with the chapter yet. The way it’s looking, chapter 4 may easily hit at least 50 pages.

“So, when will you be posting again?”

Soon! Hopefully, before the end of the year. When I start updating again, I’ll be posting one page every other week which gives at least a few months of content for y’all.

That being said, I’ll see you soon!

-Meemie

[battlemaiden13]

That was foul TwT

I can’t even think clearly with how the newest chapter ended. “But what if I wanted to kiss you?” And “I was feeling absolutely terrible about this date knowing how Sans-“ IM SCREAMING

But also, BLUE YOU RASCAL! Ugh, I love you blue but also I lowkey wanted a kiss from Papyrus TwT

AGGGFHG Just wow, I love your writing but this is torture. I’m so glad I was able to finishing re-reading this fic again just before the new chapter came out. I re-read this fic almost religiously at this point. I love this fic so much and I get so excited every time I see it updated! I can’t wait for the next chapter :D

Ehehe thank you! hearing so many good comments about the latest chapter makes me feel better about it. I have the next heap of chapters planned and I can't wait to share them all.

[reasoningdaily]

The Oldest Treasures From 12 Great Libraries

The oldest reading room at the Bodleian Library, in Oxford. David Iliff/CC-BY-SA 3.0.

When you start to think about the oldest books that a library might hold, there are any number of rabbit holes you can fall down. What’s the oldest book in any particular city? What’s the oldest book in the world? Well, what do you mean by “book”? The oldest written text? The oldest manuscript? The oldest printed material? The oldest bound book?

Librarians take these kinds of questions very seriously, so when Atlas Obscura contacted some of our favorite libraries to ask about the oldest books in their collections, we were treated to a wealth of information about the treasures they hold.

The New York Public Library, for instance, has not only cuneiform tablets and ninth-century gospels, but also a Gutenberg Bible and a copy of The Bay Psalm Book, one of the oldest books printed in America. In addition to its own cuneiform tablets and Gutenberg Bible, the Library of Congress holds one of the oldest examples of printing in the world, passages from a Buddhist sutra, printed in A.D. 770, as well as a medieval manuscript from 1150, delightfully titled Exposicio Mistica Super Exod.

New York Academy of Medicine

Apicius, De re culinaria

Created: A.D. 830, Germany

Synopsis: The earliest surviving cookbook in the West, this Latin manuscript contains recipes that date all the way back to the fourth century B.C. These were recipes meant for average Roman households, although they included non-native spices that would have had to travel far to reach the Mediterranean. Some of the highlights, according to the library, are “roast lamb with coriander, deep-fried honey fritters, and cucumber with mint dressing.”

The College of Physicians of Philadelphia

Constantinus Africanus, Viaticum

Created: No later than 1244, Italy

Synopsis: In the 10th century A.D., Ibn al-Jazzar, an Muslim physician, wrote a book titled Provisions for the Traveler and the Nourishment of the Settled, a compendium of the medical knowledge of the day, which focused on the interaction of humours and elements in the human body. A few decades later, Constantinus traveled from North Africa to a monastery in southern Italy, where he adapted and translated Ibn al-Jazzar’s work into Latin.

Bodleian Library

Ash-Preserved Papyrus

Created: Before A.D. 79, Herculaneum, Italy

Synopsis: When Mt. Vesuvius erupted in the first century A.D., it covered the town of Herculaneum in ash, gas, and other volcanic material that preserved organic matter for hundreds of years. These carbonized papyrus scrolls came from the town’s library. Archaeologists have struggled to find a way to read the damaged scrolls, so there’s little known about their contents—though progress is being made with advanced imaging techniques.

Provenance: These scrolls were discovered in Herculaneum in 1750s. In 1810, George, Prince of Wales, received 18 of them and presented four to the library in Oxford as a gift.

St. Catherine’s Monastery

Codex Sinaiticus

Created: A.D. 330–60, possibly Rome, Italy

Synopsis: A handwritten version of a Greek Bible, the codex is one of the oldest copies known today, and the oldest surviving version of the complete New Testament.

Chicago Botanic Garden

Theophrastus, Historia Plantarum

Created: 1483, Treviso, Italy

Synopsis: Back in the third century B.C., Theophrastus, one of the first botanists of the Western world, set out to catalogue the the plants of ancient Greece and created the first known classifications of plants in his part of the world. He covered a range of trees, shurbs, dwarf shrubs, and herbs and examined how they grew and were used in his own time.

American Museum of Natural History

Albertus Magnus, De animalibus

Created: 1495, Venice, Italy

Synopsis: Albertus Magnus spent his life studying and commenting on the works of Aristotle. Without his work, much less knowledge of the Greek philosopher would have made it to future generations of scholars. Albertus, who died in 1280 and was later canonized, wrote widely about the scientific and natural worlds. This volume collects his work on the animal kingdom.

Library of Congress

Cuneiform Accounting Tablets

Created: 2050 B.C., Sumeria

Synopsis: The Library of Congress’ oldest written material dates far back, beyond the founding of this nation, to more than 4,000 years ago. The collection of cuneiform tablets dates back to the reign of Gudea of Lagash, in the 2100s B.C. The tablets recorded bills of sale, receipts, ledgers, and other accounting tasks.

Folger Shakespeare Library

Magna Carta

Created: Compiled 1325, England

Synopsis: The Magna Carta was the first English statute, but it wasn’t given that name until after 1217, when it started being issued along with the Charter of Forests. To distinguish the original statutes from the forestry code, they were given the name the Great Charter, or the Magna Carta. This copy is in Anglo-Norman, translated from Latin.

Boston Athenaeum

Egyptian Artifact Album

Created: circa 1500 B.C., Thebes, Egypt

Synopsis: This book isn’t exactly the oldest book in the Athenaeum’s collection. It was bound in the 1910s and is “more an album of archaeological artifacts than a rare book in the traditional sense,” the library writes. It contains three shrine hangings describing the worship of the goddess Hathor, and a series of inscribed mummy bandages, which are some of the oldest examples of painting on cloth.

Austrian National Library

Book of the Dead

Created: 15 century B.C., Egypt

Synopsis: Sesostris was a cattle counter and writer in ancient Egypt, and he was well-off enough to own his own copy of the Book of the Dead. In contrast with its name, the book is actually a papyrus scroll, 20-foot long, that contains magical spells to help the recently deceased make their way to the afterlife.

New York Public Library

Landévennec Gospels

Created: Circa ninth century, Brittany, France

Synopsis: Like the Library of Congress, the New York Public Library’s oldest written material is a collection of cuneiform tablets. Its oldest manuscript, however, is a ninth-century copy of the Gospels, made in a French monastery, but showing Celtic influence in its imagery.

Free Library of Philadelphia

Aldhelm, De Virginitate

Created: Circa 899, England

Synopsis: The oldest written items at the Free Library of Philadelphia are a set of cuneiform tablets—a common theme—but its oldest manuscript is a prose version of De Virginitate, About Virginity. Aldhelm, the Abbot of Malmesbury and Bishop of Sherborne, had written this treatise about early virgin martyrs, the value of purity, and its relationship to Christian virtue. This later Latin edition was written in an Anglo-Saxon script.

Provenance: R. Contan gave this book to a new owner in March, 1855. J.F. Lewis acquired it in 1914, before it went to the library.

[theundertalenebulartheory]

@floofanflurr Thank you so much for your most recent Ch17 comment!!!!

I’m using it to make the announcement that The Nebular Theory fic will be “Under Construction” tomorrow throughout the day as I make some updates here and there to the Event Dates and such!

I’m hoping these small changes will help the readers be able to follow the somewhat sporadic timejump nature of these chapters!!!

And also in response to your most recent comment ;) a tiny little semi-spoilery something for you under the ReadMore cut! Don’t click the Read More if you haven’t read Chapter 17 yet!

👀👀 uhhhh maybe also don’t click if you get spooked easily??? Tw: murder

At the end of Chapter 2 - you’re right! Pap remembers the everything, including him summoning MC’s soul in a timeline that doesn’t exist anymore.

But…

HOW did Paps and Sans remember it? “Dr Gaster”

How did they acquire him? They summoned him, using the thread of connection that HAD been connected to The Star

The “Horror Element” I mentioned in an earlier post today when I suggested you go back and reread Ch 1-2 after reading Ch17 more specifically refers to the fact that Sans and Papyrus TRIED to summon The Star from the Void and therefore very nearly killed The Star *again,* which leaves two possibilities had they successfully summoned the Star’s Soul.

Either the removal of the soul from the Void is enough to break the “Spell of Forgetfulness” … or it isn’t.

Option 1: The Star would only have had their soul summoned from the Void, Sans and Pap wouldn’t have known them by that alone. That’s not enough of them to negate the Erasing Effect the Void has on things that have been lost in it. They would have instantly been adverse to being in the room with the soul the moment it had been summoned and The Star would have died with only the remnants of Dr Gaster for company in their final moments. Two lost souls, trapped until the end of their days, and Sans and Pap would have been none the wiser, having accidentally killed someone who was fighting so hard to get back home to them.

Option 2: They remember The Star and who that soul belongs to even as they hold it in their hands, remembering them and how much The Star means to them in the very instant they also realize that they ONLY summoned their soul… and the rest of them couldn’t come along. This time instead of Papyrus’ best intentions murdering their friend, it’s Sans. But in either case, they both had been directly (even if it WAS accidentally) responsible for a death of a friend.

The only reason The Star was able to avoid being murdered again by their best friends was because they were able to transfer their only connection back home to “Dr Gaster,” because he is made of magic like any other monster and therefore CAN be summoned. But in doing so (you can infer, but it will be discussed later) they left themselves totally and completely and helplessly alone with no tether to their friends or their home and nobody with them in The Void.

But better alone in the middle of a literal ocean of infinitely dense and intense magic that is actively trying to rip your atoms apart, treading water with no end in sight and barely a sliver of hope for rescue remaining… than irreparably dead at the hands of your friends as they either hold your soul in their hands and weep with guilt or are forced to turn their backs on it, walk away from it, and ignore it until it finally destabilizes on its own and vanishes along with all traces of your existence.

;) that was the horror element I referenced in the Challenge post, suggesting you go back to Chapter 1-2 and re-read now that we know what we know from Chapter 17.

HAPPY READING!!!!!

Edit: tagging @velvetwyrme and @nexuschampion cause they are long time readers too and maybe would be interested in seeing the things too! ❤️❤️❤️

[krispng]

oh my god... why does this sound so strangely plausible?? (transcript below if u have trouble reading)

"Transcript: I bet you Papyrus is the knight, though. We never see him, even in Chapter 2, because he's busy creating dark worlds. Why would Papyrus do that?

In Undertale, his core motivation is to become a part of the Royal Guard, which doesn't exist in Deltarune. Instead, he plays out his fantasy of being a royal guard (or more generally, a KNIGHT) with his action figures in his room. In fact, he specifies that he plays with them in Undertale to re-enact battle scenes. Just like Kris and Susie enjoy how the toys in the old classroom come to life in the dark world, Papyrus probably has some friends in the form of the action figures in their Darkner forms. This explains why he stays inside all the time and has no friends in DR, because he's busy in his own Dark World... Naturally, he wants more friends to join him, so he creates more Dark Fountains around the town in hopes that he can share this experience with others. After all, Papyrus has a very compassionate attitude in UT and generally performs deeds for the good of those around him, even though he is a bit misguided about it.

In DR Chapter 2, there's a closet in the computer lab where the Dark World was created. The description says that "a large person could fit inside." We know that the knight must've hid in the closet to create the Dark Fountain for the main protagonists without the library staff knowing. In Undertale, Papyrus says this about his own closet: "There are no skeletons in my closet, except me sometimes!" Coincidence? I think NOT!

Finally, this ties well into the "Papyrus has less backstory than Gaster" part of the iceberg (which was a hilarious revelation, I have to say, thanks for sharing). DR is supposed to be the inverse or rearranged version of UT. While UT took a deep dive into the character of Sans, I think that DR will focus on Papyrus. Likewise, the stature of the main human protagonists seem to reflect this. Frisk and Chara are roughly the height of Sans, while Kris is noticeably taller and thinner, perhaps pointing towards the taller, thinner brother. This also makes sense from a narrative perspective, and Toby could write a character arc connecting Kris's and Papyrus's shared loneliness and desire for more friends.

- Joseph B's YouTube comment on "The Ultimate Undertale & Deltarune Iceberg Explained - It Goes DEEPER!"

[timbertumbr]

EAT THE DAMN SOUP! (Underfell Papyrus X Sick! Reader)

Sorry for being so slow with fics lately. I've been pretty busy. Again, so sorry. ^^'

Note: This can be read as Platonic or Romantic! :D

Well, you did it this time. Despite the countless warnings, Papyrus gave you about not overworking yourself, you still managed to get sick from the stress. Groaning, you bring your blankets closer to you as Papyrus grumbled under his breath, searching for ways to at least help you.

“I WARNED YOU-”

“I know Papyrus…” You mutter sleepily, Papyrus huffs and abruptly leaves the room. As soon as Papyrus suspected something was up, he came over in a flash… He also kicked down your door so you’re going to have to replace that. Now he insists that he takes care of you since “YOU CLEARLY DON’T KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, YOU GOT SICK FROM IT IN THE FIRST PLACE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!”  

Soon Papyrus returns with some medicine and a bowl of your favorite soup. He sits himself down next to you and opens the medicine.

“Papyrus, I can take the medicine on my own ya know,” You comment slowly sitting yourself up. Papyrus frowns as he measures out the medicine.

“I AM WELL AWARE, HOWEVER, YOU’RE SHAKING TOO MUCH TO EVEN HOLD THE CAP,” . . . Well damn, he had you there. Wearing a smug grin, he holds out the medicine. You roll your eyes and open your mouth, allowing him to dump the medicine in. You gag slightly as you swallow it, sticking your tongue out in disgust.

“HERE, THIS SHOULD HELP WITH THE TASTE,” He holds out a spoon full of soup.

“God this is so cliche-”

“SHUT UP AND EAT THE DAMN SOUP,” Thus you were fed the soup until the bowl was empty, Papyrus left the room to deal with the dishes and put away the medicine while you laid in bed and regretted ignoring Papyrus’s advice.

“RIGHT, SCOOCH OVER,” Papyrus practically demanded as he re-entered the room, you grumble and roll over so he can lay on the bed next to you. He sets up the T.V. in your room to play your favorite show. He lays next to you and starts cuddling you. With the background noise and the warmth from Papyrus, you fell asleep instantly.

Papyrus huffed in amusement and let you sleep, you need to recover after all. And even though you CLEARLY didn’t listen to his warnings that got you here in the first place, he’s glad he can be here for you whenever you need it.

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[jmbringitonworld]

Good Girl Needs Kiss (2)

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 3

I've reluctantly been forced to accept that this will have three chapters, but I'm determined that that'll be it! The next chapter will definitely be the last one! I don't know how long it'll be, but I won't extend this fic any further than that.

I've also decided that there'll be some minor Frans, because I'm utter Frans trash and because of plot reasons (it does actually serve a purpose, I swear), so if you don't like that, then feel free to click off.

Thank you SO MUCH to @a-snowpoff for helping me and giving me lots of encouragement and ideas, it's been incredibly motivating and you've inspired quite a few things in this chapter. This wouldn't have been possible without you!

Now with all that out of the way, have more fluff and shenanigans!

EDIT: I just got a comment from someone on AO3 expressing their huge disappointment at my being a Frans shipper. This person didn't bother to leave a comment when they still liked my fic, they only did so now, when they no longer like it. What the actual fuck. Like seriously, why? Why do you only choose to comment when you're unhappy? Why only put forth the effort to reach out to someone else when you've got something negative to say to them? How sad is that? The only bright side is that at least they weren't nasty or rude to me. But I just don't get this kind of behaviour. I'd much rather praise the good things I come across, and ignore the bad. But this just really put a damper on my mood.

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Chapter 2 : Dating... Start??

I was ripped from the blissful oblivion of sleep by the feeling of being gently lifted into the air, before being set back down on a soft surface. I jolted up with a start and wildly looked around for what could have picked me up so easily, coming face to, uh, skull with a giant skeleton. It took a few seconds for my sleep-addled brain to return to full working conditions, but the reality of my current situation did eventually hit me. Oh right. I’d messed up a spell and was now stuck as a chihuahua for the foreseeable future. Goodie.

Papyrus smiled apologetically down at me, his hand coming up to gently caress my head.

“OOPSIE, SORRY GIRL, I DIDN’T MEAN TO WAKE YOU. I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SET OFF FOR MY MORNING JOG! WOULD YOU LIKE TO JOIN ME? OH, BUT! ONLY IF YOU’RE UP FOR IT! YESTERDAY WAS A VERY BUSY DAY FOR YOU, AFTER ALL. IF YOU’RE STILL TIRED, YOU CAN REST FOR NOW.”

I glanced at the nearby window, seeing that the curtains remained shut, but I could tell from the darkness still enveloping the room that it was very early in the morning, likely before dawn. I wasn’t surprised that Papyrus was an early riser; I was actually more surprised that he slept at all, given how much energy he seemed to possess.

Well, I’m already awake, so I might as well join him , I decided. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been up this early before, given the odd hours some special ingredients had to be collected, or the specific times some spells had to be cast. Also, my magic was at its most powerful at witching hour, obviously, so I’d often stay up most of the night to perform the most magically demanding of witchcraft. But I usually went to bed earlier to make up for that, so I wasn’t used to having this little sleep. Oh well, no use complaining about it now ...

With a huge yawn, I stood up shakily on my four paws, and stretched as best as I could manage with my canine body. I didn’t fall over, so I counted that as a win. Shaking the last of the sleep from my head, following the motion through to the rest of my body, I looked up at Papyrus expectantly. He grinned down at me, looking pleased.

“OH HO?... YOU WANT TO JOIN ME THAT BADLY?! WOWIE!! I’M SO EXCITED! WE REALLY ARE BESTIES AREN’T WE!?!?”

He then dashed off into his closet, presumably to get changed into his exercise clothes, before re-emerging astonishingly quickly in his new outfit. He struck a pose, one arm in the air, the other resting on his hipbones.  

“TA-DA!! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF MY SPORTY STYLE?!”

I cocked my head to the side. His “sporty style” consisted of a shirt that barely covered his ribs, with hearts drawn on the sleeves and “jogboy” written on the front in what seemed like permanent marker, matching shorts, his usual boots, and what I took to be his signature red scarf. While it couldn’t compare to spooky witch robes and pointy witch hat, his outfit had an undeniable “Papyrus” charm to it.

I barked my approval, my tail wagging in show of support, and Papyrus brought his hands up to the sides of his skull, as what could only be a blush stained his cheekbones.

“WOWIE!! YOU LIKE IT?!?! GOSH! YOUR FRIENDSHIP POWER MIGHT EVEN BE A MATCH FOR MY OWN! NYEH!!”

My friendship power is unbeatable! I puffed out my chest, proud of the many friends I’d made throughout my life. The fact that none of them were human or monster was entirely irrelevant. I was very popular!

Afterwards, the both of us made our way to the front door. As we walked through the living room, we passed by Midnight, who was sleeping curled up next to that stupid mutt, in the dog bed. I tried my best to ignore the both of them, but the dog jumped up at our arrival and followed us out the door, clearly intent on joining us for our jog. No! Go away, cat thief! This is mine and Papyrus’s exercise time! I growled at him, but he only woofed at me with a goofy, gormless expression on his stupid doggy face. Papyrus beamed down at the both of us.

“ALL RIGHT, YOU TWO! FOLLOW ME! NOW OFF WE GO!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

And with that as my only warning, he took off, running at full speed, the little white dog joining him almost instantly. I stood, stunned, for a second, before chasing after them as fast as my tiny legs could carry me. I managed to catch up to them eventually, but the effort took a lot out of me, and I felt dread start to creep into my heart, as I realised that there was no way that I would be able to keep up with them for much longer.

Indeed, after an embarrassingly short amount of time, my legs, still aching from the previous day’s exertions, finally gave up on me, and I started to flag. I barked as loudly as my tiny chihuahua lungs could manage (which was incredibly loud for something that small, what the hell), which immediately caught Papyrus’s attention. He stopped, turned around, and ran back to me, as I collapsed on the floor, panting heavily from exhaustion.

“OH NOES! HAS YOUR ENERGY SUPPLY RUN OUT?! POOR GIRL!! I’M SORRY FOR NOT NOTICING SOONER HOW TIRED YOU ARE! BUT WORRY NOT! THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL TAKE IT FROM HERE!!”

He then lifted me into his arms and took off again, resuming his jog. He kept the same fast pace, my added weight, meagre as it was, not seeming to be the slightest hindrance to him. I felt whimpers building up in my throat, as I saw the huge gap between our physical capabilities. I had never been the most active person, with the most exercise I did, being hunting for potion ingredients, dodging the more volatile plants in my garden, and running from particularly ornery wildlife. I never did any truly strenuous activities, that’s what enchanted brooms were for. Speaking of which, I must remember to take Papyrus flying one day, I’m certain he’d enjoy that ...

Anyway, back to the matter at hand, I was growing very disheartened at how weak I was. Papyrus, kind and attentive monster that he was, soon noticed my failing spirits. Not slowing down, he began rubbing my head, his gloved phalanges gently scratching me behind my ears.

“WHAT’S WRONG, GIRL? WHY THE SAD EYES??”

I could only stare despondently into his eye sockets, not knowing how to convey my thoughts to him. But he seemed to understand me just fine regardless, as he gave me a consoling smile, continuing his tender petting.

“ARE YOU UPSET THAT YOU AREN’T AS STRONG AS I AM?” I looked away, pouting internally, if not externally, given my fewer facial muscles. “PLEASE! DO NOT BE SAD! THERE ARE VERY FEW PEOPLE WHO CAN MATCH MY INCREDIBLE PHYSICAL PROWESS!! I AM VERY GREAT, AFTER ALL! NYEH!”

When that failed to cheer me up, Papyrus’s expression softened. He slowed to a stop, lifting me up until I was directly in front of his skull.

“MY SWEET GIRL, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE ASHAMED OF. YOU DID VERY WELL FOR ONE SO TINY! YOU RAN VERY FAST! FOR VERY LONG! YOU SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR ABILITIES, EVEN IF THEY ARE NOT CURRENTLY WHERE YOU WANT THEM TO BE! YOU CAN ALWAYS IMPROVE YOURSELF IF YOU TRY!!”

Admittedly, I did feel a little better at his words of encouragement, but I still couldn’t help feeling inadequate. It certainly didn’t help that Papyrus’s dog had taken to running circles around us, his stamina seemingly infinite. Show off ... I whined at him. Was he even really a dog? Papyrus followed my gaze and frowned.

“DO NOT PAY ANY ATTENTION TO HOW WELL OTHERS ARE DOING! THEY ARE THEM! YOU ARE YOU!! AND YOU ARE DOING YOUR BEST! THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS!! JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE ELSE IS BETTER AT SOMETHING THAN YOU ARE, DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU ARE BAD AT THAT THING! OR THAT YOU CAN NEVER GET BETTER! IF YOU WORK HARD, I KNOW THAT YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO!! I BELIEVE IN YOU!!”

I stared into his eye sockets, at the little glints of light I could see shining within them. He was being sincere. He genuinely had complete faith in me, and my ability to do anything I set my mind to. Huh. For the first time, I was grateful for my current body, as otherwise I’d be blushing madly right now. I felt ticklish at knowing that someone as self-confident as Papyrus, was equally confident in me. I swore to not let him down. I’d show him that I could be great, too!

At my determined barks, Papyrus beamed proudly at me.

“NYEH HEH HEH! THAT’S THE SPIRIT!! YOU ARE VERY GREAT! I PROMISE YOU! I AM CERTAIN THAT YOU CAN DO AMAZING THINGS! AND EVEN IF YOU CAN’T DO EVERYTHING YOU’D LIKE TO, OR AS WELL AS YOU’D LIKE TO, I KNOW THAT THERE ARE SOME THINGS THAT ONLY YOU CAN DO! I JUST KNOW IT!!”

There are! I wanted to yell, there’s so much I want to show you! It had never really occurred to me before, since my mother and many others were leagues ahead of me, but being a witch was something special. My brand of magic wasn’t something everyone could practice, and even if I still had a long way to go to master my powers, my current progress was still an achievement that I deserved to be proud of. And one day, I would show Papyrus wonders he’d never seen before, mystical arts that only I, and the precious few in my line of work, could do. I would impress him. Some day. I promise .

I wasn’t sure what Papyrus gleamed from my expression, but it seemed to satisfy him. He gave me an overjoyed smile, petting me more vigorously than he’d ever dared to before, and then returned to his jog, his loud “NYEH HEH HEH!!” ringing in the air like a victory chant.

~~~

The rest of the jog was mostly uneventful, barring one particular incident.

At some point, my lingering drowsiness caught up to me and I nodded off, rocked to sleep by the comforting arms wrapped around me and the familiar scent of expertly cooked spaghetti. When I woke up some time later, Papyrus was still jogging at the same brutal pace he’d maintained during his entire run, and had yet to even break a sweat (if he actually could , that is). His dog was keeping pace effortlessly somehow, but I noticed that, at some point while I was asleep, he’d somehow acquired a small, round object, and was carrying it in his mouth as he ran.

Huh. That ball looked suspiciously like my Orb of Pondering. Wait a minute , I narrowed my eyes, that is my Orb of Pondering! Growls bubbled up from deep in my throat and erupted into loud, angry barks. That little thief had stolen my Orb of Pondering! Why that son of a bitch! Well, I mean, he was literally a son of a bitch, since he was a dog and all, so that wasn’t an insult so much as a simple fact, but nevertheless, that son of a bitch !

Papyrus stumbled as I threw an almighty tantrum in his arms, and desperately tried to calm me down with pets and scritches.

“WOAH! EASY THERE, GIRL! WHAT’S WRONG?! DO YOU WANT A BALL, TOO?? I PROMISE TO GET YOU YOUR VERY OWN BALL TOY WHEN I GO SHOPPING AFTER BREAKFAST! SO PLEASE CALM DOWN!!”

That is NOT a toy! I howled my protests to the heavens. That is a precious family heirloom, given to me by my mother! It’s a valuable magical artifact, with mysterious powers! So mysterious, in fact, that I had no idea what they were. I’d asked my mother what the Orb did, when she’d first handed it to me, but she’d only given me an enigmatic smile. Clearly, this was some kind of test of my magical aptitude! One I was determined to pass! I would unravel the Orb’s hidden secrets, and prove myself a competent explorer of the occult! But I couldn’t do that, if that dicktwaddle of a dog stole my Orb!

I was fuming, but I knew that, realistically, there was very little that I could do about this injustice, not in my current state. Moreover, I had no idea how that mongrel had even found my Orb of Pondering in the first place. My home wasn’t exactly easy to get to, being a witch’s cottage, tucked away in the heart of the spookiest, most supernatural forest I could find. It might not be the most ideal location for business, but the ambiance perfectly suited my witch aesthetic. And I was sure that Papyrus would agree with me. I hope he comes to visit me when I’m human again ...

When we eventually returned to the skeleton household, the sun had finally made its appearance, shining its warm light on the world and promising a day of good weather. Once inside, Papyrus gently set me back on the floor, offering me one last pat on the head and a “GOOD GIRL!”, before he departed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I, however, chose to stay in the living room, to glare at that stupid, orb-and-cat-stealing canine.

The mutt in question trotted over to Midnight, who was still curled up in their basket, and dropped my orb in front of him. The cat’s ears flicked, before his head slowly rose up. His cool gaze shifted between the dog, the orb, then back again. With a languorous stretch, Midnight yawned, then sat up. He slowly lifted his paw high in the air, held it there for a few tense seconds, and then quick as a flash, he swung it down and whacked my orb away. The orb went careening across the room, as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. The dog instantly tore off after my orb, barking exuberantly, his tail wagging a mile a minute. He swiftly caught my orb, then rushed back to the cat’s side, depositing the object back on the floor, and stared hopefully at Midnight. The cat once again forcefully swatted my orb away, and the dog once again gave chase.

As I watched this back and forth, I could feel incredulous rage building within me. They were playing fetch. With my Orb of Pondering! The heathens! Middy should know better! Priceless ancient artifacts should be treated with respect, not used as some cheap toy! I had half a mind to go over there and give them a good telling off, for all the good that’d do, but Papyrus’s loud announcement of breakfast being ready, effectively took my mind off of those two troublemakers, and onto the promise of good food. With a rumbling stomach, I dashed off towards the dining room.

Papyrus had already placed two bowls of oatmeal, with little dinosaur eggs in them, onto the table, and brought a third bowl over to me once I entered the room. Placing it on the floor before me, he gave me a pat on the head and a bright smile.

“THIS IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVOURITE FOOD!! IT’S TASTY! AND NUTRITIOUS! AND HAS LITTLE DINOSAURS IN IT!! I LOVE IT!! I HOPE YOU’LL LOVE IT TOO!!”

I cocked my head at him, more than a little shocked to learn that his favourite food wasn’t, in fact, spaghetti, but nonetheless gave him a cheerful bark and tail wag, in place of a smile and thumbs up. Papyrus beamed at my reaction, his eye sockets lighting up, quite literally, and took his seat at the table with a delighted “NYEH HEH HEH!”.

I turned back to my bowl of oatmeal and gave it a few deep, curious sniffs. It smelled like regular oatmeal. And sugar. Lots and lots of sugar. I deflated a little, having expected something a little more out of the ordinary, from the favourite food of someone as extraordinary as Papyrus. Maybe it tasted more special than it smelled? I took a bite. The flavour of brown sugar instantly filled my mouth. Nope. Still just regular oatmeal. And sugar. So much sugar . I chewed my completely ordinary oatmeal, feeling very disappointed. Oh well, at least it’s sweet . And the dinosaur eggs dissolve into colourful dinosaur shapes. That’s kinda cool, I suppose .

I perked up a little when Sans stepped into the room, yawning sleepily and rubbing his eye sockets.

“mornin’ bro,” he greeted Papyrus. At my bark, he tilted his skull towards me and gave me wink. “an’ mornin’ to you too, buddy.”

“GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, BROTHER,” Papyrus raised a browbone at him, his tone becoming stern. “I SHALL BE BUSY ALL DAY TODAY, SO I HOPE YOU MANAGE TO BEHAVE YOURSELF, WITHOUT ME TO KEEP AN EYE SOCKET ON YOU.”

Sans’s grin widened cheekily, his eyelights twinkling.

“i dunno, pap. i get so bonely without ya. maybe i’ll visit your work, keep you company, give you some food for thought , heh heh.”

Papyrus slammed a fist on the table, causing all of the objects atop it to rattle.

“NO!! NO TERRIBLE PUNS! AND NO BOTHERING ME AND MY COLLEAGUES WHILE WE’RE WORKING, EITHER! THE RESTAURANT IS NO PLACE FOR UNFUNNY LAZYBONES!!”

“ouch, bro. way to cut me to the bone.”

“NYEEEHH!!”

Sans chuckled unabashedly, while Papyrus glared, bug-eyed, at him, their breakfast momentarily forgotten. I’d finished off my bowl of oatmeal during the brothers’ little exchange, so I padded over to Sans, feeling curious about Papyrus’s brother, whom I’d yet to get properly acquainted with. He clearly meant a lot to Papyrus, so I wanted to get to know him better.

The shorter skeleton monster noticed my approach and grinned down at me. I nudged his fibula with my nose, and he bent down to pet me. I inhaled his scent, while my tail wagged automatically at the attention. Sans smelled of ketchup, snow, machinery and... something sweet and flowery. I canted my head to the side, staring at him thoughtfully. That last scent struck me as out of place for him, though I couldn’t quite put my finger, er, paw, on why, and so chalked it up to some canine instinct. I wonder where he picked that scent up from ...

After giving me one last pet, Sans returned to his bowl of oatmeal. He produced a bottle of ketchup from out of nowhere, and proceeded to dump most of its contents into his bowl, chugging the rest down directly from the bottle. Was... was that normal? I couldn’t be certain, given my limited interaction with other people, either human or monster. For all I knew, this was common breakfast behaviour. Papyrus didn’t seem to pay it any mind, so I assumed that it must be. Huh. You really do learn new things all the time... How fascinating!

Once everyone had finished their breakfast (the dog had tried to offer some of his kibble to Midnight, but my cat had turned his nose up and started grooming himself), Papyrus stood up.

“WELL THEN, BROTHER, I’M OFF TO THE PET STORE! I NEED TO GET EVERYTHING MY LITTLE LADY NEEDS TO FEEL RIGHT AT HOME HERE.”

Sans waved him off, getting to his feet as well.

“’kay, have fun, then. i’m off to work. see ya tonight, pap.”

And then he left the room, vanishing once he’d turned the corner, his scent also completely disappearing. I blinked. The heck...? How? Can he teleport or something? What an interesting boneman. I shook my head, and then trotted over to Papyrus, who smiled down at me.

“DO YOU WANT TO ACCOMPANY ME TO THE PET STORE, TINY MISS?”

I yipped an affirmative, wagging my tail and hopping from paw to paw for emphasis. Papyrus’s expression brightened.

“WOWIE! YOU REALLY CAN’T GET ENOUGH OF ME, CAN YOU? NYEH HEH HEH!! I CAN’T BLAME YOU, I AM VERY COOL, AFTER ALL. AND I’M VERY HAPPY TO HAVE YOU WITH ME. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL FRIEND!! I LOVE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU!!”

I love spending time with you too, Pap! I did a little doggy dance, overflowing with excitement. I did trip over my paws, though, and fell flat on my face, but Papyrus was kind enough to pick me back up. And he didn’t even laugh at me, which was very considerate of him. He then rushed off to his bedroom, to go get cleaned up and changed, and I barely had time to wander about the living room, looking for my Orb of Pondering (unsuccessfully, curse you dog!), before he dashed back into the room, dressed in a casual outfit.

I eyed his form appreciatively. He was wearing loose trousers, sneakers and his usual scarf, but what caught my eye was his purple sweater, decorated with cute, little dinosaurs. It was very paleontological. I raised my front paws up, balancing myself on my hindquarters, and brought them together in a clumsy attempt at clapping. Papyrus seemed to guess my intentions, because he preened, bringing one hand up to rub at the back of his skull, as he blushed.

“NYEH HEH HEH... YOU HAVE EXCELLENT TASTE IF YOU CAN APPRECIATE MY UNPARALELLED FASHION SENSE!”

I lifted my head proudly. Well of course I do! I am very stylish, and my witch robes are both fashionable and practical! And birds love nesting in my big hat, so it’s obviously the ideal headwear!

Papyrus bent down and gathered me into his arms, giving my chin a little scratch while he was at it, and together, we left the house and walked to his car. This time, instead of placing me in the passenger seat, Papyrus kept me in his lap.

“YOU’LL BE WARMER AND MORE COMFORTABLE LIKE THIS. SKELETONS ARE VERY CUDDLY, AFTER ALL!”

* yip *

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH!! EXACTLY! NOW OFF WE GO!!”

And so the two of us drove off. I did indeed feel much warmer and more comfortable, as I snuggled up against Papyrus. There really was no better way to travel.

~~~

The pet shop Papyrus brought us to was the largest in all of Ebott City, and catered to a wide range of different types of pets, from your standard cats and dogs, to small mammals, to aquatic life, and even to birds and reptiles. I was sat in the child’s seat of the shopping cart, as Papyrus pushed us along the aisles, my nose going into overdrive, vigorously sniffing all these exotic new smells, my tail a frenzy of motion.

The cart steadily filled up as we walked, with more dog food for the Orb thief, various dog treats I wrinkled my nose at, some cat treats for Midnight (undeserving wretch though he was), and several items specifically for me. First was the dog bed Papyrus had promised me. Amazingly, there was one shaped like a racing car, which Papyrus took one look at and instantly started squealing over. Personally, I’d have preferred to keep sleeping on top of him, in his bed, but I couldn’t refuse the eager look on his skull, and so woofed my approval. His overjoyed smile was worth the disappointment I felt, at having to sleep on my own from now on.

Next, were some dog toys. Papyrus was particularly taken with a small ball decorated with flames, so I resolved to make that one my favourite. Gripping it firmly in my jaws, I could feel the bitter sting of losing my Orb of Pondering abate a fair bit. This ball may not have been a sacred magical artifact, but it was a precious gift from someone very dear to me, so that made it even more special! And it also had flames on it, which the Orb didn’t, so that was another plus. Papyrus also added a couple of squeaky bones to the cart, grumbling to himself that he hoped his dog would play with those , instead of stealing his own bone attacks. I eyed the rubber bones with disdain. Foul mutt could have those fake bones; I had my lovely new, flame-patterned ball!

The last item on our shopping list was a dog collar for me. I had a decent collection of amulets with various mystical enchantments on them, but had never worn any purely decorative necklaces before, so this would be a new experience for me. And looking up at the wide assortment of different collars on offer, with their diverse and eye-catching patterns, colours and styles, I felt my excitement building. Papyrus scrutinised each and every available collar very carefully, his brow furrowed and a hand on his mandible, as he hummed thoughtfully to himself. He briefly picked out a spiked collar, before he glanced at me, then shook his skull and put it back, muttering “TOO DANGEROUS” to himself.

Eventually, he settled on a leather collar in the exact same shade of red as his own scarf, with a shiny, gold buckle at the end. Holding it up to my neck, he grinned with satisfaction.

“THIS! IS! PERFECT!! SEE?! NOW WE MATCH!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

Yay! High-pitched yips filled the air as I voiced my approval. I was more than happy to have my very own, signature red neckwear, and hoped that it would make me look as cool as Papyrus did. And then a thought suddenly occurred to me. Weren’t matching accessories something that... couples wore? And then another thought hit me. Hold on, Papyrus and I were outside, shopping for matching accessories, together , just the two of us... Was this a... date ?! I gasped, trembling with excitement. It must’ve been! Papyrus and I were on a date ! My very first date! Huzzah!!

“NYEH HEH HEH!! I’M SO GLAD YOU FEEL THE SAME WAY! I’M SO ENTHUSED BY YOUR ENTHUSIASM!!”

I was indeed feeling very enthusiastic at that moment, though perhaps not quite for the reason Papyrus believed. That didn’t stop me from literally jumping for joy, to the point that Papyrus had to grab me and hug me tightly to his ribs, to prevent me from falling out of the cart. It was difficult to contain my excitement at being on an actual date with Papyrus (this was a date, right? It had to be! What else could this be??), but the way he pet my head and rubbed my cheeks did help me to settle down, just enough that I stopped wiggling in his arms.

At least until Papyrus took out his phone, and started taking selfies of the two of us in our matching neckwear. I could hardly contain myself when he then went on to set the best-looking photo as his phone's new wallpaper background. As he smiled to himself in satisfaction, I wanted to cry tears of joy at the fact that this was a moment that Papyrus deemed important enough to want to commemorate and be constantly reminded of. It was a precious memory for me, as well, one that I would cherish forever.

Papyrus struggled a little to navigate the shopping cart while holding me in his arms, but despite that, he never showed any inclination to put me back down, which I felt pretty grateful for. I was also secretly pleased that he seemed to enjoy our cuddles just as much as I did.

It was after we’d (well, Papyrus had, technically) made our purchases, that we ran into two unexpected individuals. I recognised the human almost instantly, as her face had been plastered all over the various news channels and newspapers for over a year, following the sudden emergence of monsters from Mt. Ebott. Frisk, famed liberator of monsterkind, and their much-lauded ambassador, wore a pleasantly surprised expression on her pretty face, as she greeted Papyrus.

“Hi Pap, nice to see you today,” her voice was soft and delicate, filled with warm familiarity.

A flower with six, bright golden petals, had its long, thorny, vine-like stems wrapped around her upper arm. To my surprise, the flower had what was undeniably a face on its androecium. Said face looked bored and mildly annoyed, as it too greeted Papyrus.

“Howdy. Didn’t expect to run into you today,” his high-pitched, masculine voice was much less friendly than his companion’s, and had a sarcastic edge to it, as if he was used to mocking other people. Something about this flower made my hackles raise, and I couldn’t help feeling very wary of him. Papyrus, however, did not share my caution, as his expression brightened upon seeing the two of them.

“FRISK!! FLOWEY!! MY VERY COOL FRIENDS!! HOW WONDERFUL TO SEE YOU TWO!! TODAY IS A GREAT DAY! I CAN FEEL IT IN MY BONES!”

Frisk giggled, a fond smile on her lips, while Flowey (what an unimaginative name for a flower, what idiot came up with it?) rolled his eyes, though without malice, as I could see the corners of his mouth twitching upwards. Frisk’s face lit up when she caught sight of me, still held in Papyrus’s arms.

“Oh, what an adorable little pupper!” she cooed at me, and Papyrus proudly lifted me up into the air, as if showing me off to his friends.

“INDEED SHE IS! VERY ADORABLE!! SHE HELPED ME LOOK FOR MY DOG, WHEN HE WENT MISSING YESTERDAY. AND SINCE SHE DIDN’T HAVE A HOME OF HER OWN, SHE’S SHARING MINE. SHE’S ALREADY A MUCH BETTER HOUSEMATE THAN BOTH SANS AND THAT MISCHIEVOUS DOG! SHE’S VERY GREAT!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

I barked happily, my tail wagging madly at his praise. Frisk’s smile softened as she gazed at us.

“That’s wonderful, Paps. I’m so happy for you.”

At her side, Flowey rolled his eyes again, this time more emphatically.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Good for you. So what’s the little runt’s name, anyway?”

Papyrus didn’t seem put out by the flower’s rudeness in the slightest, as he answered with his usual enthusiasm.

“I HAVE NO IDEA! THE LITTLE LADY HASN’T TOLD ME YET.”

Flowey gave him an incredulous look.

“It’s a dog . It can’t talk, you idiot.”

It was Papyrus’s turn to shoot Flowey an incredulous look, though a much more polite one.

“OF COURSE SHE CAN TALK! YOU JUST HEARD HER A FEW SECONDS AGO!”

Flowey looked exasperated, while Frisk looked to be struggling not to laugh.

“That’s just barking! It’s not talking! It doesn’t mean anything!”

Flowey was waving his leaves in the air, the way one would wave their arms. Papyrus frowned at him in disapproval.

“JUST BECAUSE YOU CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE’S SAYING, DOESN’T MEAN SHE’S NOT TALKING! OR THAT HER WORDS HAVE ANY LESS MEANING! ANYONE WHO HAS SOMETHING WORTH SAYING IS WORTH LISTENING TO!!”

Flowey let out a wordless yell of aggravation, before burying his face in Frisk’s shoulder, grumbling incoherently. Frisk tutted softly, lifting her other arm to run her fingers gently over Flowey’s petals, patting the back of his head in consolation.

It was only now occurring to me that the way Papyrus treated me was probably a little unusual. He treated me as if I was still human, and capable of fully understanding him, instead of as the simple dog I appeared to be. Now, I may be much closer to animals than I am to people, but that didn’t mean that I was ignorant of the fact that mundane animals weren’t sapient. I wasn’t that delusional. Midnight was special, being a witch’s familiar, but that didn’t mean that his intelligence was on the same level as a human’s or monster’s. At least, I didn’t think so. Admittedly, it was hard to tell with him...

Regardless, I wouldn’t have blamed Papyrus if he’d treated me as dismissively as Flowey did. By all rights, he should’ve, given my current form. But he didn’t. He chose to afford me the same level of respect, as he did every other person he met. Because he seemed to believe that I deserved it. I couldn’t say for sure whether that was because that’s just the kind of person Papyrus was, or because of some deeper meaning. Part of me hoped that it was because he could sense something more in me, that he felt that I was special. I very much wanted to be somebody special to him. Hopefully, someday I would be.

While I was having my mini epiphany, Frisk had stopped comforting Flowey, who had turned his head away to sulk quietly to himself, and had begun unravelling one of the ribbons she wore in her hair.

“You’re exactly right, Pap. She’s clearly a clever little doggy with many clever things to say,” I barked in agreement, and she smiled at me. “And such a smart pupper deserves a ribbon, to show everyone how smart she is.”

Frisk then reached out to me, to tie her ribbon around my collar into a cute bow. I tried to twist my head around to examine it properly, while the other woman stood back a little, to admire her handiwork.

“There we go. A dainty little bow, for a dainty little girl.”

I preened at the compliment, feeling very cute indeed. Papyrus squealed with delight, his eye sockets sparkling and a light blush staining his cheekbones.

“WOWIE!! YOU’RE RIGHT! PRETTY GIRLS DESERVE PRETTY BOWS!! OH, AND PRETTY FLOWERS TOO!”

Oooo, yes please! I barked excitedly. I loved flowers! The poisonous ones were especially colourful. And the ones which tried to eat you always had the most interesting magical properties. My garden was full of all kinds of flowers, all of which were incredibly useful for potion making. I’d never thought to put any in my clothes or my hair before, but the idea seemed like it would be fun. So long as I didn’t have any small creatures nesting under my hat, or inside my pockets, that is, I didn’t want them to get hurt.

I noticed that Frisk was giving me a considering look.

“Hey Pap? Now that you’ve got both a boy dog and a girl dog... Do you have any plans yet on getting either of them fixed?”

I froze. What. No . Fuck no. Absolutely. Not . Papyrus looked confused.

“FIXED? BUT THEY ARE NOT BROKEN??”

Frisk looked uncomfortable, as she bit her lip. Flowey, on the other hand, seemed to have recovered from his little sulk session, and was back to looking truly done with the world.

“She means, are you planning to stop your mutts from having puppies.”

My lips curled back in a sneer, as I bared my teeth at that disgusting idea. As if I would ever let that horrible thief of a dog so much as touch me! Papyrus seemed equally unconvinced of that possibility.

“I REALLY DO NOT THINK THAT WILL EVER HAPPEN. THE TWO OF THEM... WELL... THEY DON’T SEEM TO LIKE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH, DESPITE MY BEST EFFORTS,” his voice had lowered slightly, which wasn’t saying much, but he was clearly a little embarrassed, maybe even ashamed, to admit to that he wasn’t able to get his own pets to get along with each other. “I HAVE ALREADY ACCEPTED THAT THEY PROBABLY WON’T EVER BE FRIENDS. SO, THEY DEFINITELY WON’T EVER GET MARRIED. OR HAVE FLUFFY BABYBONES.”

Never, ever, EVER! I insisted with every ounce of my being. Papyrus’s expression softened as he pet my head to soothe my angry growls.

“BUT THAT IS FINE! THAT TROUBLESOME DOG OF MINE HAS ALREADY FOUND A DATE MATE! MR. MIDNIGHT IS A VERY COOL CAT! AND HE AND MY DOG SEEM VERY HAPPY TOGETHER! SO WHILE THERE WON’T BE A DOG WEDDING! THERE MIGHT BE A CAT-AND-DOG WEDDING!! NYEH! HEH! HEH HEH!!”

Urgh... While I’m here, stuck as a chihuahua, my familiar is off canoodling and having his own little bromance with that stupid dog. Fair weather friend, indeed. .. I grumbled to myself. I was the one who was supposed to be looking for their true love. Not my cat! Life really was unfair sometimes. Papyrus interrupted my lamenting by massaging my ears.

“AND BESIDES... MY SWEET, LITTLE LADY HAS ME AS HER VERY COOL FRIEND!”

Frisk’s smile was full of warmth and affection.

“And you are worth a dozen, no, a hundred friends! I’m sure she feels so full with your friendship, that she doesn’t need anyone else.”

Papyrus looked troubled, despite the compliment.

“WHILE I AM VERY COOL! AND VERY GREAT! AND MY FRIENDSHIP POWER IS UNMATCHED! I DO WANT HER TO SPREAD HER FRIEND-ENERGY OUT MORE... I THINK SHE’LL HAVE A HEALTHIER LIFESTYLE THAT WAY. AND MAYBE THEN, SHE’LL REACH HER MAX POTENTIAL! AND BE THE VERY BEST SELF SHE CAN BE! NYEH!!”

Frisk gave him a sweet smile, nodding her head at his words. Even Flowey’s expression had softened just a little, and there was undeniable fondness in his eye roll.

“Too true, Pap, you’re right as always,” Frisk winked at him, then smiled down at me, causing my ears to instinctively perk up at the friendly look. “And I hope this adorable, tiny pup might come to consider me a friend, too. I’d love to be friends with such a little cutie.”

Her sweet tone made my tail wag, and her smile widened. Papyrus gazed between the two of us, with a thoughtful look on his skull. He then gave Frisk a pleading look.

“REALLY!? IF SO, THEN... I HAVE A FAVOUR TO ASK! ABOUT THIS ONE. YOU SEE, I HAVE TO GO TO WORK SOON. AND SANS HAS WORK TOO. AND AS I’VE MENTIONED, MY LITTLE LADY DOESN’T GET ALONG WELL WITH MY OTHER DOG. SO, I’D WORRY ABOUT HER IF I LEFT HER, ALL ON HER OWN IN THE HOUSE, WITH ONLY HIM FOR COMPANY. I’D REALLY, REALLY APPRECIATE IT IF YOU COULD TAKE CARE OF HER FOR ME. JUST FOR THE AFTERNOON! JUST UNTIL I CAN COME PICK HER UP THIS EVENING! SHE’LL BE NO TROUBLE, I PROMISE! SHE’S A VERY GOOD GIRL!! SO PLEASE! PRETTY PLEASE!!”

Frisk was already nodding her head before Papyrus had even finished speaking.

“Oh, I’d love too! I wouldn’t mind at all. If Flowey doesn’t object, of course,” she looked imploringly at her flower companion, who made a show of huffing and groaning in displeasure, before finally grumbling “fiiiiine”, although he stared at me with curiosity from out of the corner of his eyes. Papyrus beamed at the two of them.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH HEH!! THANK YOU!! SO MUCH!! I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON MY TWO VERY GREAT FRIENDS!! I FEEL MUCH BETTER, KNOWING YOU TWO WILL BE LOOKING AFTER MY GIRL! AND I HOPE! THAT YOU WILL ALL BE!! BEST FRIENDS!! NYEH!!”

He then gently handed me over to Frisk’s eager hands, who immediately cuddled me close, nuzzling her face into my fur. My nose twitched as the woman’s sweet, flowery scent invaded my sensitive nostrils. It was actually a very pleasant smell. And an oddly familiar one... But where had I...? And then it hit me. Sans! That’s where I knew this scent from! It was the strangely out-of-place scent I detected clinging to him. Those two must be pretty close, for her scent to linger on him like that... Hmmm ...

My internal musings were cut short when Papyrus pet my head. He was smiling down at me, though his expression was sad.

“I SHALL MISS YOU! I AM, IN FACT, MISSING YOU ALREADY! NYOO HOO HOO...”

He seemed reluctant to leave, as he began listing off instructions on how to care for dogs in general, and me in particular, including all of the things he’d noticed I enjoyed (most of which I hadn’t even realised myself! This guy must have been paying really close attention to me. How flattering~) but after several reassurances from Frisk, an exasperated scolding from Flowey, and some confident barks from me, he finally walked away, calling back to me as he disappeared from view.

“GOODBYE! BE GOOD! AND PLEASE! DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME WHILE I’M GONE!!"

And then he passed behind some cars and was gone. As if I could ever forget you , I shook my head at that ridiculous notion. Now that Papyrus was gone, Flowey was eyeing me with open curiosity. Frisk giggled at her friend’s behaviour, one eyebrow raised at him.

“Well then, guys, let’s be off. We’ve gotta get this adorable baby settled in. How do you two feel about pizza for lunch?”

Flowey and I both cheered at her suggestion and she smiled indulgently at us. And with one final look at where I’d last seen Papyrus, the three of us were off, to go have one of the most... interesting hang-outs I’d ever experienced.

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The final chapter might take a little longer, since it has to fit the rest of the story's events, and because I need to slow down a bit. I've been devoting most of my free time to writing this fic, and while I've been having a blast, it has been taking a bit of a toll on me. Not enough to dampen my enthusiasm for writing this, but enough that I should probably slow down, at least a little. I'll still get that last chapter out, I promise, hand on heart, but it might take a few extra days.

Also, the sweater Papyrus wears is this one, also seen here, in case you were curious. It's adorable and he's adorable in it <3

[sin-cognito]

Okay, stupid question, top five fave fics?

This is such a difficult question!!! And not stupid at all!!! (This was supposed to be a quick answer but I don't know how to do that when it's Fic Promoting Time)

My absolute top 3 (in no particular order though because that's just impossible) has to be: Burden to bear by @yupimgross, longfic, fellcest with smut, mpreg, BDSM and plot. THE fic that got me into UT fics, fellcest and BDSM all in 1 place so it's very special to me. A friend in need turned lover indeed by @soloshikigami, oneshot, edgeberry, best edgeberry ever, smutty just like I love it. 100% perfect. To love again by @sinnyskelle, best longfic ever, fontcest fellcest and swapcest, what more do you want? Oh yeah, college AU. I used to re-read it from the beginning again each time there was a new chapter. And I started reading it when there was only like 8 chapters, so I've re-read it A LOT.

Those are the 3 I've read and re-read more times than I can count and I know if I had to choose between those and any other fic, I would always choose them. (While you're at it, I highly suggest reading all the other works by these talented authors! ♥)

As for the 2 other fics that would be in my top 5... I just can't choose only 2. Sorry. Let's have more: Sooner or later you're gonna be mine, longfic, Fell Frans (Frisk is female and aged-up), mobfell. Karmic retribution, longfic, spicykustard, KR is a real keystone fic for the fandom (or at least its fontcest side) so go read it NOW if you haven't. So much more, medium longfic fontcest, the first work I read from Mercy, oh I feel nostalgic :') Flipping the script, by @angelia-dark, medium longfic swapfellcest, THE fic that cemented the Swapfell AU for the fandom, no I don't take criticism, this fic is as much fandom history as the creation of Underswap, fite me. An unorthodox offer, by angelia-dark, medium longfic fontfest with sugar daddy. Underfell: A.D. edition, by angelia-dark, medium longfic series fellcest. Angelia Dark is the best author in the fandom, period. I swear to god go read their stuff. They also take commission I think, for like Hazbin Hotel, BNHA, etc... Of red cliffs and blue seas, by @readwithdetermination LONGFIC CHERRYBERRY, all in capslock because you don't know how rare it is to find a cherryberry longfic and I need to scream because I love it so fucking much. Lov ya, longfic spicykustard but also toxic UT fontcest, bad brother AU. This fic attacked all my weak spots and left me an emotional mess. Short King, by @absurdmageart, Swapfell purple/reader. The one I'm currently reading and commenting on so I'm very invested in it at the moment. For business or pleasure, by @askellie, medium longfic fellcest CEO AU, inspired by Eli-sing-G/Kolesjoie's art and written by one of the best writer in the fandom so of course it's perfect. the Replacement series, by @idontevenknowwhattoputhereugh, longfic series, toxic possessive swap Pap, with Blue, Sans and Red, mainly but we also see the swapfell bros, etc... Super dark, super non-con but in the best of ways, super well-written, especially the characters' psychologies. To love yourself, longfic, fontcest, fellcest, kustard, and uhhh, Red/Papyrus, another keystone fic for the fandom. But like, darker, waaaayy darker than KR. Textures, by @alicedragons, spicyhoney one shot, yes, a spicyhoney fic did make it to this list!! That says a lot about the quality of the fic! Sparks, by @drabbletale, yandere swapcest, only 2 chapters for this one, but boi do I love those 2 chapters. Burn, short multichap, all kinds of papcest, by the incredibly lovely @megalotrash, go read all of their stuff, I didn't know which one to rec so I picked this one, but seriously go read everything they've ever written it's all so good.

And there is one I can't seem to find... It was a NSFW UT fontcest one-shot probably from either 2016 or 2017 in which Papyrus and Sans attend a skele con (?) and at night Pap participates in a more adult version of the event and he gets edible paint all over his body and he's got a face cover and he gets paired up with another skeleton that really looks like his brother (wink) so he gets really turned on and they lick each other and fuck and I remember they use a popsicle to fuck, and that one-shot was soooo good but I lost it because I, being the fool that I am, decided to clean up my bookmarks so things were more organized and easier to find (HA!) and I don't remember the title because I'm worse than a goldfish. @unfoundedrobotaccusations found it, it’s Mystery flavor!!! (the funniest part is that I had it actually saved on my comp XDDD)

I also would like to list some recent ones I've found in 2020 and really liked (though I haven't been able to read and re-read them like I did the other ones I've listed):

Falling in love on paper, 3 chapters so far, Red/reader, incredible take on penpals and monsters coming to the surface, I'm very jealous I didn't come up with the idea myself. Moral compass, short multichap fic, blackcherry, I wasn't expecting it to be this good tbh. It totally got me and I love it a lot and I need to re-read it. Bet on it, by @mystery-fic-anon, oneshot, mafia Red and Sans, not really kustard since nothing happens. Expect in my imagination, in which a LOT happens. Whiskey dick, one shot kustard, best smut fic in 2020. Bad judgement call, by readwithdetermination, medium longfic, focused on Swap Pap with a hint of cherryberry in the background. Great, GREAT character writing.

T-there you go... Sorry for the long post, I know this was supposed to be a quick answer, but I couldn’t stop myself! XDD I tried to tag all the authors I could, if they’re not tagged, that means they’re either not on tumblr or I don’t know their blog, but feel free to tell me in the comments so I can tag properly! ♥

[lucyhblack]

Among Us Skeletons

I am seeing (or rather re-seeing) some lives from Among Us, and I have been wondering how our beloved skeletons would play. 

In order who would use what colors: 

Orange - Papyrus 

Blue - Sans 

Cyan - Blue 

Yellow - Stretch 

Brown - Slim 

Purple - Razz 

Red - Red 

Pink - Edge

Slim is an average player. When they started playing he was very good as an imposter, but after a while it was easy to discover him.

At the time of the discussion, how he is silent and people forget that he is there. If he doesn't die early in the game, chances are he'll be the imposter.

He leaves Razz for last (another indication that he is the imposter is that Razz does not die right away).

As a crew member he focuses on doing the tasks and prefers to die right away so he can do them in peace. After playing for a while he starts following Razz at first, to ensure that his brother has a better chance of surviving.

When accused, his defense consists of "It's not me".

Razz the worst player.

He is never the impostor (seriously if he was chosen as an imposter about 5 times it was a lot), he is really pissed about it.

When he finally succeeds he has no idea what he has to do (since he only played as a crew member) and ends up being discovered by a silly mistake.

Kill Slim first (kinda because he's been following him all the time, otherwise he would go after Stretch or Sans).

As a crew member he likes to chase other players to try to find out who the imposter is and has already been ejected more than once because of that.

He usually accuses without evidence and usually calls emergency meetings for unfounded suspicions. He has been ejected more than once because of that too.

Sans is rarely the impostor, but when he is, he is good!

As an impostor he doesn't hesitate to kill Papyrus (although he only does it when there are no more options).

He is a master at using the ducts and is an expert at playing against each other in meetings, even when he is not the imposter.

He was once ejected by a comment from his brother (it wasn't Papyrus' intention, but he ended up killing him anyway). He likes to provoque Papyrus for that.

When he is a crew member he prefers to stay on camera monitoring others rather than doing tasks. That is why he is the easiest crew member to kill. Even dead he prefers to follow Papyrus as a ghost rather than do the tasks.

He never skips and will vote for random people at the last second.

Papyrus is a good player. 

He hates being an imposter, but does not repress himself when he is one.

He loves to solve tasks, he doesn't like being an imposter because he has nothing to do but follow others and kill.

He refuses to use the ducts.

He has no qualms about killing Sans (in fact he kills him whenever he finds him giving soup on camera, even if he is accompanied).

Usually Papyrus has a sixth sense of knowing when Sans is the impostor, but he will only accuse if he is sure (this is usually true of other imposters too, unless he is playing with Undyne, he likes to support those who accuse her, even though he knows she is a ).

The best at defending himself when accused, 100% of the time he manages to get away with it.

He usually prefers to win by sabotage or solved tasks.

Stretch is an average player.

As an imposter he focuses on sabotaging the ship as much as possible.

He usually skips, even when others vote heavily for a person. He seems to have a talent for finding bodies (he's even been ejected more than once for that, for distrusting self report).

As a crew member he does all the tasks and then goes to the cameras to keep Sans company.

He kills Razz or Edge first (because he loves to know that they are both pissed about it).

He tends to kill Blue if he gets the chance (he's too competitive to spare his brother, not to mention that he loves to hear Blue's outraged scream from the next room).

Blue an 8 or 80 player.

Although he prefers to be a crew member (so he says), he is better as an imposter.

As an impostor he is a sneaky killer, being able to kill several crew members before anyone notices.

As a crew member he is very irritated at being killed and often forgets to do tasks to follow his killer until he is reminded that he must complete them.

He goes to great lengths to kill Stretch if he was killed by him in a previous round (and has been caught more than once for that because he preferred to kill his brother rather than be cautious).

After several rounds, his main objective is to kill Red (he never did).

He is easily influenced in the vote, but he knows how to defend himself when accused.

Red is a well-balanced player, being the most difficult crew member to kill.

His goal as a crew member or imposter is to survive.

He never takes chances as an impostor (only killing when he is sure he will not be caught) and sometimes he takes time to kill.

He is also a great liar and has more than once managed to turn the tide when accused.

As a crew member he avoids others like a plague and because of that he sometimes takes a long time to solve his tasks.

He doesn't hesitate to kill Edge, but he only does it more towards the end (or when he gives too much soup. Then he can't waste an opportunity).

Edge doesn't understand the game at first, but then he gets better, although he loses his temper very easily.

He refuses to do the chores if he dies (especially if he is ejected from the ship mistakenly).

As an impostor he prefers to kill rather than sabotage. Like Razz, he was often caught in the beginning for making simple mistakes in his haste to kill. He forgets to pretend to do tasks.

He goes after Sans and Stretch first, but like Blue, his goal is one day to kill Red.

When accused he is terrible at defending himself (usually others know by the degree of indignation. If it is too much it is because he is innocent. When he is the impostor he is cooler in his indignatio

[petite-jojo]

(one by one drawings will be on a reblog)

Part II of me doing a mini fanart of Undertale fanfictions that I like! (part one here)

Don’t forget to check the taggs before reading a fanfiction! (also, if you have recommandations for me, message me or comment on this post!! ^o^)

Fight me! by @msmkcreates : I messed up the title okay?? I hesitated with Bite me! by the same auther and I messed up xD sorry! BUT I wanted to recommend that one too! just go check MsMK’s work list ‘cuz it’s full of good stuff! ^^

Despite Everything, It's Still You by @crusnikroxas: Very cute reader / UT Sans! lots of fluff (and a bit of angsty stuffs)

Mr. Fear by @undertaleandyou: UF!Paps/reader!!! A quest for freedom! a quest for truth! a quest of friendship! and LOVE! yes yes yes! I really like how their relationship evolve with time :3 (I just realised you published a new story and I will read it as soon as I can! :D)

My Favourite Red Scarf by @rnd-injustice : I know I talked about this one on my last post BUT I read the last chapter and I love i very much SO I had to draw this one too!! Shy reader/ UT Papyrus! sooo cute! Paps’ the best and it’s so cute nnnnnnn must read! :D

Nebula by @cuddlyquiche : Outertale Sans/Reader!! I looove outertale and it’s the only one I read so far, and I really like it :) Mystery! Friendship! Science! SPACE! And could it be… Love? :3c

Not the best way to go about Life by @llamagoddessofficial : UF Sans/reader! I laugh, I cried, I facepalm, I enjoyed reading this :D it’s really sweet and UF Sans. How can you say no to him?? go read it!!

Rules to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse by @battlemaiden13 : Not a lot of chapters so far but I like post apo and zombies, and cute skeletons, so I had to read that one :3c this combination of personnalities is… interesting and explosive (Y E S). Also, you should totaly check they other works like The House Next Door or The M.A.G.E Project ^^ 

The Party Incident and Other Embarrassing Anecdotes by @poubelle-squelette : ok so you HAVE to read this one. Reader/UT Sans. Like, uuuuuuuu it’ s so good, I love the story and the characters, I will probably re-read it again I read it forever ago

The Skeleton Games Dungeon Crawler by @theskeletongames: I talk about The Skeleton Games last time, well, this one have the same characters, but if Reader ‘fell’ into the underground instead. Still funny, and I love how they write Underfell??? I mean, I like the ‘violent, scrary and unforgiving’ underfell, but this one is so nice to read too! 

Thou Shalt Not Kill by @hugthefriendlycactus​ : Horror Sans/reader. Best. misundertanding. EVER! it’s cute somehow, and I really enjoy reading it ^o^ I was a bit scared i would’t like the ‘reader don’t have emotions’, but it’s writen very well and in a human way (does that make sens?). I probably will read that a few times more in the futur <3 

The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons by @writingisawarzone : Badass reader and desperate skellies? On a island? suvival? horny skellies? ok this one is reaaally good. I recommand it very much. One of my lastest discovery on ao3 and I cannot get enough x3

AAAND that’s it! or not really. almost. 

I will do a part III (probably the last) and it’s a special bitty/pet :D

I cannot draw every fanfictions that I read (I have 5 pages of subscriptions ^^’) so I decided to do a few Honorable mentions that I wanted to draw too and that I highly recommand to read :D

Their Wings by @heavenfell-au: heavenfell! so much drama… tears will falls from the sky but it is woth it (epilogue on they blog, but probably on ao3 too. It’sa comic and not a chapter so i’m not sure ^^’)

SAUCY FICTION!! (and the fancomic version) by maximum_overboner and pium_poetam (if you know their tumblr, tell me I can’t them ^^’) :  Papyrus wants to write an erotic novel. it’s a oneshot, and it’s so SO funny! I wish we had more chapters xD

Second Floor Skeletons by @sansualfics : Multi au/reader, but with not one, but TREE Gaster xD I don’t found a lot of fanfictions x reader with Gasters (or even G!Sans and G!Paps), and even less us!Gaster and uf!Gaster. That what marked me first when I read it, but the other skellies are very fun to read too! :D

Six Skeletons, One Maid by @raccoonsinqueen: another reader-in-a-house-with-lots-of-skeletons :D here the relationships are a bit complicaded, since they crush on her but still  treat her almost like a slave ^^’ drama and fluff, a nice read :)

Flowey Is Not a Good Life Coach by unrestedjade: hooooo this one. this one hurts a lot. Or more like it hurt a lot Papyrus my poor baby boy D: angst that I recommand? that’s a rare pokemon!

Fur a Good Time, Call...  by @popatochisssp : yet another sweet sweet Horror sans/ reader and rocks :3 also, DOGGY !!! :D (go check their works, lots of good stuff)

aaand that’s it for now! lot’s of love for all of you <3 <3 

[myssparklesbookrants]

FICTIONAL CHARACTERS I WISH WERE TRUE SO THAT I COULD DATE THEM or stare at them from afar

HIWow! It was hard choosing a first topic to talk about. I felt like I needed to talk about something big and glamorous to blow the brains out of… of someone. But alas, this is my best, for now..

So, I chose the first one that I had listed on the top of my head ever since I first started reading.

<ta da!>

BOOK BOYFRIENDS!

This is a list of MEN or BOYS who tickle the romantic bone just right! (I had dreamed that there was such an organ in the human body, just near the stomach)

I selected these FICTIONAL BOYFRIENDS as potential members of my harem If I ever defy normal Filipino conceptions of marriage and take up polyandry.

The criteria I used is simple.

  Choose the fictional partners that I can imagine existing in real life  (not too much of an alpha and rich or good looking that borders on unbelievable). The type of characters that I can imagine talking to, who I find fascinating and can be a potential long-time partner, casual hook up or best friend.

 I originally wanted to stick to 10. But as I wrote, a lot of names popped up and I can’t not put them in the list but still, I am sure after I have this article published (Char! Haha) there will be a lot of “Shoot! Why did I not put him on the list???” exclamations. So, maybe I will eventually make another continuation list???

This list is based on the BOOKS I READ so if  you have a bet that I didn’t list, please don’t hesitate to give a recom. A new book to swoon over is always welcome.

 Most Importantly: READ THE BOOKS WHERE THESE AMAZING CHARACTERS CAME FROM. I liked them because of their wit, their personality, how they interacted with other people, their dreams and how their love for their other half made them better people or vice versa. MEANING: THE BOOK WAS WICKED AWESOME AND THE AUTHOR WAS A GOOD STORYTELLER.

(I must apologize for the lack of female to female romantic partner mentions given my current lack of FF Romance reads, which is something I will rectify soon. But if you have recommendations, feel free to comment below and maybe add some MM ones too!)

Anyway, meet…

1. Clayton Danvers and Lucas Cortez

Kelley Armstrong’s  Women of the Underworld Series

Genre: Horror fiction, Paranormal romance, Urban fantasy 

This series is adapted on screen called ‘Bitten’ which is available on Netflix.

Clayton Danvers is the strong, silent, and smart type. He is a professor in a university where he met Elena(his student) and a werewolf! His devotion to Elena was sweet, passionate and faithful to the point that bordered on obsessive but not off putting. The best thing about him was how un-Alpha he was. Although he was strong , his relationship with Elena was a partnership.

This is what romance needs today guys! A PARTNER not a rich and condescending daddy!

Lucas Cortez, on the other hand, is a lawyer/sorcerer, young master of a Cabal Group, who informally separates from his family's company to pursue a life as a lawyer protecting the rights of other magical beings against abusive Cabals(including his family's). Unlike Clayton, he was slender with brown eyes behind glasses. So basically, a cute, smart nerd who is the 'good' black sheep of the family.

(they are in separate books with different female romantic partners)

2. Quinn Sullivan

Penny Reid’s Neanderthal Meets Human

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Quin…*sighs*... So awesome! He was quiet, mysterious,unsmiling, rich and had an almost perfect handsome face. I love that the author imagined small flaws like almost unnoticeable  crooked bottom front teeth and differing sizes of his ears with one prominent feature -his hawk-like stare. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY, he took Janie's quirkiness in stride. Asking questions, debating, protecting, annoying, kissing…. You know the drill..😉

3. Beau Winston

Penny Reid’s Beard in Mind

Genre: Contemporary Romance

On first read, Beau was a good looking, charming good boy who is looking for his path after his twin, Duane left to pursue his own.

What I loved about him was how he dealt with Shelley's(Quinn's Sister) clinically diagnosed mental illness(OCD). He researched about it and made efforts to make it easier for her and was just overall supportive. 

It was awesome how much the author has put an effort in researching OCD facts to make details perfectly accurate and how it was NOT at all a hastily placed plot device to get the story going. 

4.Ted Beaudine

Susan Elizabeth Phillips’ Call Me Irresistible

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Hello to my favorite romance book of all time!

 I think I have read this many times already and have to put off re-reading it again for next year(2021)  to give my brain some time to forget some of the plot. We need to keep the mystery going! amiright??

Anyway, Ted was the perfect genius, good boy and people pleasing guy. He is perfectly polite, straight laced  and has basically carried the whole town in his muscled shoulders for years. (Did I tell you he was the Mayor?) 

Meg's carefree life and struggles basically tickled his good boy bone the wrong way.

Read this novel to witness how a perfect boy and wastrel girl turned out in the end. Seriously Please Read!

5.  Patrick Jason 'Pick' Ryan

Linda Kage' Be My Hero

Genre: Contemporary Romance

  He was the tattoed, orphan softie on the wrong side of town who thankfully did not grow up a thug because of a vision he got when he was young from a moled witch.

One day, his tinkerbell, the star of his visions, enters the bar he works at, but PREGNANT!

Gosh! I loved this so much. This was part of the Forbidden Men Series but can read as a stand alone. Although, I advise you to read the other books also, they were all awesome!

6. Colin Bridgerton

 Julia Quin’s Bridgerton Series

Genre: Historical Fiction/ Romance

Charming, green eyed and younger son, Colin was considered a catch of the ton.

He had a case of wanderlust and couldn't stay at one place without getting an itch. I can't say more without giving a major spoiler, but I loved that the author made him major insecurities.

Because secretly,too perfect is boring, right??

7. Sean Cassidy

Penny Reid and L.H Cosway's  The Player and the Pixie

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Wewowewowewo. *sexy flames* 

Imagine a gorgeous jerk of a jock with sexual inexperience and a rainbow haired goody goody shoes girl (whose brother is his ultimate enemy) who is willing to be the TEACHER!

But it was more than that, I liked how the authors highlighted the perils of kleptomania, the privilege of the rich and how gorgeous jerks are set straight by their women who would not suffer in a relationship with a class A insensitive jerk just because he was good looking and rich.

This was a ride! I lost count how many times I re-read this book.

8. Elend Venture

Branson Sanderson’s Mistborn Trilogy

Genre: High Fantasy

Elend was the angsty boy part of the elite class who is disgusted by his privilege and looks for ways to make the government better by reading outlawed books that spark rebellious and forward ideas. In short, he was a closet revolutionary.

Throughout the series there were some major changes in his life from a closet reader to a person who pursues ideas he just once read in books?

How do they say it? Walk the talk or in his case, Walk the read? (talking about it would mean death)

9.Archer Devereux

April White’s The Immortal Descendants Series

Genre: Time Travel Romance/ Historical Fantasy

Dumdumdumdum. Imagine a conservative college boy from the past your future self time traveled in, spends time with you, helps you in your quest, likes you secretly and is shy about it and becomes a vampire stuck in immortality waiting to meet the 'present' you.

Talk about love lasting through time! This was a great book if you love time travel stories with historically accurate and interesting facts injected heavily into the story! 

10. Rupert Carsington

Loretta Chase’ Mr. Impossible

Genre: Historical Fiction/Romance

A hellion younger son of an earl who loves an adventurous carefree life who is without inhibition, just goes along the ride and has a set of surprisingly caring and dependable muscled shoulders.

Meets a beautiful tempered scholar who needs his help finding his kidnapped brother in the sands of Egypt.

This is perfect for those who love adventure romances, and topics on the papyrus, mummies and the french and British looting conflict in the African colonies.

11. Sebastian Ballister

Loretta Chase’ Lord of Scoundrels

Genre: Historical Fiction/Romance

My favorite Historical Romance book ever!! Like Ted Beaudine's book, I try to read this at least once or twice a year to forget some of the plot and keep the mystery going.

He was called the Marquess of Dain and has been raising hell since childhood and in the present day France where he meets the blue stocking Jessica. The author throughout the book continually refers to them as the Beauty and the Beast.

What makes this book SPECIAL is how intelligent, witty and funny most of their conversations were. It's funny how many books are under many sexy, funny and witty lists on goodreads but only some of those on the list are actually true! THIS BOOK IS ONE OF THEM!

Jess was not annoying or shy or too much of a fighter and Dain was not too obnoxious. It was perfect.

And if you have not read this book or others from this author or genre, I command you to start reading after you finish this article.Break some cherries!

12.  Hardy Cates

Liza Kleypas’ Blue Eyed Devil

Genre: Contemporary Romance

A blue neck Town boy chasing dreams outside of town to leave the shithole of a living. He has white knight complexes but leaves the damsel in distress after the case is solved. Also, muscular and has the blunt and bluest  eyes on Texas 

This book I have also reread many times because it talks about dealing with domestic abuse and moving on after an abusive relationship, dealing with people who have narcissistic disorder and the life of the privileged.

13. Connor ‘Mad’ Rogan

Illona Andrews’ Hidden Legacy Series

Genre: Paranormal Romance (PNR)

Wootwootwoot. Imagine a former military but now head of the House 'Mad' Rogan successfully publicly kidnapping you in broad daylight using only wads of cloth. Talk about a powerful telekinetic! 

I loved that he was once again, A partner in the relationship and not an overprotective ape despite him being awfully more powerful than Nevada.

14.Phil Tucker

Jennifer Crusie Welcome to Temptation

Genre: Contemporary Romance

This is written by an author whose ALL BOOKS WRITTEN i have read and loved.

 Phil is part of a long line of male Mayors in the family and meets almost fugitive-like Sophie. 

Read as they deal with each other, try to take down a production of town porn video, deal with an enemy, try to dirty Phil down to win the next election and spend time reading a romance classic.

15.  Ansel Guillaume

Christina Lauren’s Sweet Filthy Boy

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Known for the many explicit sexy times that can be read throughout the book. So, if you want to stay green in the ears, skip this one till you're legal.

Ansel is a sweet, full of life French Lawyer celebrating with friends in LA and Mia with her friends also, celebrating their newly graduated from college selves.

Ansel is soft, a daydreamer, magnificent bringer of orgasms and game with all things Mia is willing to do.

They married through Elvis and decided to not divorce yet to explore the beautiful France and a  possibility of a good relationship.

AND DONE!

I actually have a lot more but these are for now.

CONSIDER THIS LIST AS A BOOK RECOMMENDATION FOR AWESOME ROMANCES WITH WELL WRITTEN AND SWOON WORTHY CHARACTERS 

Topic for my next blog entry:

How to Find the Next Good Book to Read:

A Guide to Good Sources of Book Recommendations

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MORE THINGS FROM THE UT/DR RP SERVER:

•Knight Knight’s ASMR review blog. It’s literally just a series of links to medieval-themed ASMR/sleep sounds Youtube videos with one-line comments like “This one works. Fell asleep” or “Rain sounds too loud compared to other audio. Still fell asleep”.

•A weird platonic love triangle between Ralsei, Kris, and the vessel from the opening of Deltarune: Ralsei is fascinated by his Lightner pal’s mysterious new twin and enjoys feeding them delicious chocolate cakes, Kris has been making a downright heroic effort to protecc the fluffy boy from bodily harm (which includes tackling and physically shielding him when the two were attacked by some gun-wielding humans) and resents his willingness to immediately embrace this creepy stalkerish clone as a new friend, and the vessel desperately craves love and positive attention from Kris and can’t understand why following their “sibling” around and clinging and fawning over them all the time isn’t working.

•Ralsei getting spooked by his first-ever encounter with rain, and Kris calmly informing him that the wrath of the Angel is upon them and the world is ending and the sky is falling and soon the rainwater will turn into blood and pus. Somehow they’re surprised (and mildly annoyed) by Ralsei clinging to them like a baby koala and screaming his lungs out.

•A clone of Sans who spent several weeks shitposting online before casually mention that he’s trapped alone in this freaky nowhere-place (actually the unused ingame beta rooms) where he never gets hungry or thirsty or tired and his phone never stops working, but where he also can’t escape. He posted a couple pictures as proof but they kinda got buried in the skelebro group chat amidst the general memeing and so far nobody’s even mentioned the idea of rescuing him.

•An alternate universe mad scientist Undyne who’s secretly the most powerful character in the whole cast, because while the ridiculously OP omnicidal god-tier badasses will eventually get dogpiled and killed once the bonehead Illuminati gets its shit together, nobody’s been paying much attention to her, so she’s been off in the background stealthily amassing a huge supply of Determination, an assortment of magic-related patents to make money, an adorable pet Caterpillar made of several dozen stray cats, and legal ownership of Undernet. She also somehow managed to get a job as a school nurse despite spending a couple months in prison for trying to cut Alphys up with a chainsaw, but who’s counting.

•Somebody cyberbullied Papyrus so Sans went after them with one of his troll accounts on Undernet and ended up infecting the FBI’s computer database with a Trojan virus scripted to replace every single file throughout its entire computer system with staggeringly high-res pictures of Bonzi Buddy, thereby rendering their operations completely nonfunctional. (Their fault for letting an agent goof off on Undernet at work and click on a sketchy link tbh.) This has actual consequences with regard to the doomsday cult subplot.

•A human lawyer OC for whom I’ve been doing a bit of actual research to figure out what specific laws are being broken when it comes to time travel, crimes that took place in alternate realities that may or may not still exist per se, magical mind control, and mass conflicts that involve a whole bunch of kids with weird time-travel powers as combatants. It started out as a total joke until it wasn’t.

[nighttimepixels]

Alright, thanks to everyone who commented re: my coming up with my own nicknames for the skelebro squad! I’ve decided to stick with them, thank you all so much for the support, it was exciting to see. If you want to read about the reasoning, check out the post here-! Otherwise, here’s the list for those that missed it:

UT Sans: Sans UT Papyrus: Papyrus

UF Sans: Red UF Papyrus: Vex

US Sans: Caelum US Papyrus: Cider

SF Sans: Sable SF Papyrus: Rus

HT Sans: Zen HT Papyrus: Lune

Aaaand also, with that all settled... I’ve actually got a bunch of loose situational AUs for the skelebros (and lilytale crew) that I just scribble down in passing, but... never do anything with!

So while I’m not actively taking imagine requests or anything, I think I’ll forcibly kick myself over my weird anxiety about ‘what if people don’t like my text posts’ and periodically clean up the ideas and post them :)

If you don’t want to see that kinda content (effectively, imagines?) then just block the tag “imagine the skelebros” or “imagine the lilytale crew”, respectively.

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Request from @leandersluckylady

Hello^^

May I request two matchups a romantic and a platonic?? I’m female, straight, average height, and in my early twenties. I had long curly brown hair, but I cropped it short on a whim and I’m loving it! I’ve got green eyes that tend to change color depending on what I wear. I’m a rather soft spoken individual and I’ve been told my voice is soothing to hear.

Personality wise I’m your typical introvert^^ shy when I first meet you but as we become friends I’ll come out of my shell. I’m also incredibly easy to fluster...I blush soo easily T-T...While I’m most comfortable with my family and close friends I don’t mind meeting new people but I kinda have to be force into it^^’I love reading and I’ve been known to mildly obsess over my preferred fandoms. I enjoy cooking and love spending time with the kiddos I nanny!

I also love the outdoors! Walking around the countryside, watching fireflies and the night sky, or splashing around in a creek equal hours of fun in my opinion! I also have horrible balance and have been known to run into walls, doorframes, counters, corners, and people on multiple occasions welp I think that’s about it^_^<3 I hope you’re having a lovely morning/day/night!

Thank you! I’m SO sorry it’s taken so long to get to your matchup, I’m really bad at buckling down and actually getting things done 😂.

Soooo... I found this one really hard for some reason and in the time I had I only got one done I’m afraid! I couldn’t decide whether I thought this one was romantic or platonic. In the end I went with romatic but most of the things apply in both situations. However, if you want me to re-write it for platonic, or request again later that I do the second match up as well, I can!

Romantic: I match you with...

💀🐣Horortale!Papyrus 🐣💀

Crooks loves your hair, whether long or short, he really enjoys running his fingers through it, especially since it comforts and helps to ground him. It’s the same with your soft personality and voice, he may seem ok on the outside but a lot of the time there’s a storm in his soul and he just needs someone to help calm it.

Crooks is also a bit shy and weary, especially because of how he looks, but he knows you’ll always accept him. He loves it when you come out of your shell, your confidence helps him feel more confident. He knows he can be himself when he’s around you, he doesn’t have to be scared. As far as being easily flustered goes, Crooks is the same. However, once you get to know each other more and become closer, it’s a lot easier for him to comment on how yummy you look 👀🥰

Even though his eyesight isn’t the best, Crooks loves reading! Or the idea of it at least. It’ll take some time for him to become comfortable with the idea of spending money on things he doesn’t “need” and having free time for “fun” things rather than “useful” things. In the Underground it was very much, get what you get and don’t pitch a fit, since there wasn’t much of another option. However, he did have some old messed up comics from before things went south for them. Maybe you should buy him some new stuff?

Being given things may make him a bit uncomfortable at first because he isn’t used to it but it really does make him feel incredibly loved. I’d recommend books of poetry! He might enjoy some cook books too but I’d hold off on those until you’re further along in the relationship, as it can be a sensitive topic for him. Maybe start off by casually cooking things and asking him to grab things for you, then as time goes on, have the requests be more involved until he actually begins to help you cook. Once he’s comfortable with that and enjoys himself, you should get him some cook books so he can cook some himself too!

Being exposed out in the open was never the wisest idea in the underground, you never knew whether someone would snap and try to hurt you. The idea of being off his guard and having fun just because is a bit foreign to him. Crooks didn’t realise how much he missed and treasured nature until it was reintroduced to him. A lot of the poetry he writes is actually about nature. Thats just one of the reasons he’d love to come on your adventures, so he can become inspired! ALSO he LOVES fireflies!

Bless his soul, Crooks is always terrified you’ll hurt yourself. He’s scared that if you bleed or become injured he might do something to make it worse or scare you. What if he can’t control his instincts?! He’s not the best with healing since his magic is all messed up, and pain is something he doesn’t like being around. However, if he can steel himself long enough to assess the situation he can actually be quite a good nurse for you 🥰.

Once again, I’m SOOOO sorry this took so long! I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing things but it’s harder than I thought 😂😅.

NOTE: It’s not letting me tag you and says yoir blog doesn’t exist so I think you’ve changed your blogs name or you’ve deleted it. I’m SO sorry I missed you 💀💀💀