#Finally got me a skeleton hoodie~

[loupy-mongoose]

Hoodie upgrade! :D

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Featuring: Yandere Dust sans x reader

Trigger warnings: Amputation threats, yandere behavior, Stockholm syndrome.

Masterlist

Where are you.

It was all that occupied Dust's mind, he looked everywhere in the house, you were gone. Oh no. No no no no no no no. This can't be happening. He took so long to gain your oh so precious trust, and now you've fled away from his grasp. The first day he let you walk freely by the house while he was out and you run away? He's never going to let you out of chains ever again when he finds you! He's going to rip one of your members, maybe one of your legs maybe one of your arms, it didn't matter.

A creek is heard coming from the front door, he turns his head, his eyes widen at the sign of your figure holding a bag of groceries.

"Dust? Dear are you okay?

The skeleton quickly gets up and wraps his arms around you tightly, burying his skull on the crock of your neck, rubbing his nose while inhaling deeply your scent.

"Oh carinõ... Where were you...?"

"I wanted chocolate so I went to the store to buy it!"

He feels your hand pet his skull over his hoodie, Dust calms down, slowly letting go of you, staring into your eyes.

"I'm so glad you're okay carinõ.. please never do something like this without telling me again.."

Dust knew, the stockholm syndrome had finally kicked in... You could've run, you couldn't flee, yet you came back. You may have just wasted the only opportunity you had to got to get away.

[sant-riley]

[Little things] [Ghost x Reader drabble]

AN: My god, it's been a while, babes. Hi hello!! I hope everyone's doing well, I'm back with another mid ass writing piece for Ghost based off of my experience getting flowers for the first time! I hope yall enjoy, I'm rusty as fuck lmfao

Contents: Gender Neutral reader, pre-established relationship, Ghost may be a lil ooc! This is about 1.2k words :)

"Are…are those flowers…for me??"

"Yeah." He gently extends his arms forward, the bouquet of bright and dark flowers shining under the light.

It looks so comically small in his grasp, so out of place. He looks so damn awkward, not looking you in your eyes. Simon has his civilian clothing on, his hoodie pulled tight across his head, making a shadow go across the small opening for his eyes in the balaclava.

You can barely make out any expression on his face, he's taking great caution to shield it from you as best as he can.

A lump is in your throat, making it hard to breathe with all the emotions flooding through you.

Looking down at the flowers again, biting your lip to stop the small tremble in it.

You quickly inhale then exhale shakily, moving to grab the flowers from his grasp, your fingers brushing against his own, though his are of course covered in his signature skeleton gloves. Still, a shudder goes down your spine, before you finally take the bouquet into your dominant hand.

A beat passes while your eyes just stare down at the flowers, not realizing the feeling of wetness making a small trail down your face.

"Oi, hey, what's with the tears for?" Simon's face pops into view, his large hand grabbing your chin and facing you towards him. His eyes are squinted and worry and anxiousness swims in them. His hands move without thinking to rub his thumb under your eye, catching the tears, and brushing them off.

It's embarrassing really, all these years you've lived and you're crying over some flowers, something so small.

Regardless, you sniffle and the floodgates open again, more salty tears pooling down and falling onto the petals.

"No one has ever gotten me flowers before."

Not your parents, not your other family, never a partner either, never once has anyone gotten you even just a single flower. Be it fake or real, you've never received one.

It was never a big deal, you pretended it didn't bother you, even if deep down it hurt just a tad when others got them for a special occasion, whether it be valentines, a graduation, or a promotion. It's just some stupid flowers that will make a mess with petals and be a hassle to clean up when it dies, who needs them?

It was just something you had come to terms with, pushing it to the back of your mind. Convinced yourself you didn't need them, much less that you deserved any in the first place.

But Simon, Simon Riley had gone out of his way to get you flowers, without prompting. The big bad Lieutenant of task force 141 went out of his way to not only visit you but to bring fucking flowers.

Simon sighs, moving to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, feeling his heart clench painfully at your admission.

Despite the rough life he has grown up in, he always paid attention to how happy his mother was to receive flowers. His father was not the type of man to get them for her, but His mother was never afraid to get some on her own accord, to set the dining room table with, that she felt deserving of them and if no one else would get her any, she'd do it herself.

Simon never really took into account that he should get someone flowers, surely they'd just get it themselves if they really wanted. Staring down at you now, he realizes it's more so the thought behind the actions is what's more important, not the measly flowers themselves. The thought of someone getting you a bouquet just because it reminded them of you.

"I'm sorry it took you so long to get 'em, sweetheart." He speaks low, feeling regret that he didn't think to get you any earlier.

Simon lets out a grunt as you softly launch yourself at his chest, your arms wrapping around his neck as you shove your face into his shoulder, one hand carefully holding the gift. He wastes no time in wrapping one arm around your waist, his other free hand coming up to brush against the back of your head as he hums, resting his head against your own.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you."

It was just a nudge from Soap really, the scot making a small comment that surely you'd like some.

Simon didn't think much of it at the time until he passed by a flower shop on his way to meet with you at a nearby park, one of your regular days just to spend time with one another before you both inevitably were called back to duty.

He's sure he made the employee uneasy, his dark hooded and masked frame towering over her own as he roughly asked what kind of flowers he could get. Anyone with eyes could tell he was out of his element. God, he didn't know fuck all about flowers, the best he could guess were roses.

After a moment, the employee smiles warmly and asks who the person receiving them and while he's a man of few words, it wasn't hard to catch the softness in his tone when he spoke about you, the tinge of longing in his eyes when the employee politely asked if you were partners.

"No, just friends." He waved her off, not catching the look the young woman sent him. Just friends didn't get that look in their eyes, the full body relaxing at the mere mention of them, he was full of shit. 'Just friends' my ass, she thought.

"Well, how about this? I'll make a bouquet based on what you've told me and if you like it, you give it to them…?" She offered, already moving with a pair of scissors in her hand towards the small nursery.

Simon nodded simply, and the employee smiled as she pointed him towards a table to take a seat while she worked her magic.

It didn't take her long at all to pull all the flowers she decided to go with, taking them back to her station as she swiftly started arranging the flowers. Her hands worked efficiently as she finished it off with a plastic wrap, choosing a black bow (to match the lover boy's whole assemble) to wrap around the stems.

She quickly calls him over with a 'sir' and turns the bouquet towards him with a small "tada!".

The bouquet consisted of a dozen flowers, some big, some small, beautiful nonetheless. Camillas, Red carnations, daisies, gardenias, and Hydrangeas with some fillers scattered throughout.

Even if he wasn't a flower guy, he had to admit it was beautiful.

"Soooo, what do you think? Do you think these work for you?"

"Yeah, yeah they'll do." He's already reaching for his wallet, looking to grab cash to pay.

"This one's on me, alright? Ah- don't argue with me mister, just come back and let me know if they were loved."

She stuck out her pointer finger at the man, turning on her heel to start the clean-up process.

She heard him ruffle and grab the bouquet, making a grunt her way and leaving, the door bell chiming as he makes his way out,

Looking back at the counter, in her tip cup are two 50-pound bills left there. Letting out a sigh quickly followed by a smile, she wonders if the lucky person will get the hint with the flowers she picked out, after all, all flowers have meaning.

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hi! Your requests are open right? If so could you write undertale headcanons about a reader who selfharms? Nothing too graphic or anything ofc and totally understand if you're not okay with this :)

I also saw that you did Au's so would it be okay to do this but with the skeleton brother's from undertale, underfell and underswap? (Not the version where people think blue acts like a kid tho please)

Again if you're not okay with this I 100% understand and won't be upset at all :) I write my own headcanons but I prefer reading other people's (I'm not stealing tho dw)

Sorry it's a lot of text and have a great day/night :)

you got it, anon! it totally bothers me when people write blue like he's a child, too.

(my first request on tumblr let's go)

undertale, underfell, and underswap skeleton brothers with a reader who self harms

TW for self harm. if you self harm, there is help. it can get better. talk to a friend or a loved one, or my DMs are open.

Undertale:

Sans:

-he had noticed you acting weird lately.

-distant, almost.

-when he finally pressed you about it, you broke down into tears and told him you self harm.

-"oh, kiddo. c'mere."

-he wraps you tightly in a hug.

-asks you what you use, and asks you to hand it over.

-he tells you that if you ever need anything, or even just to talk, he's free. it doesn't matter what it is, he'll make time for you.

Papyrus:

-he asked you for several weeks what the matter was

-you finally caved and told him

-he was frozen in shock. what could possibly make you do that to yourself? he doesnt understand.

-he suddenly engulfs you into a hug.

-"i will help you get better, human! i promise!"

-he asks you that while you start to heal (both physically and from whatever was going on mentally that made you do it) that you dont do it again.

-he starts cooking for you. like, a lot.

Underfell:

Sans:

-it was an accident that he saw it. your hoodie sleeve rolled up while you were grabbing something and he caught a glance of your injuries.

-he harshly grabs your wrist.

-"who the hell did this to you?"

-you were barely audible when you said that you did it to yourself.

-the harshness in his eyes softened.

-"kid... c'mon, there's better ways to cope."

-he won't admit it to you, but after the monsters were freed from the underground, the stress of it all brought him to self harm for a period of time, too.

-which is why it's all the more important to him that you stop.

-becayse he knows what a slippery slope it is.

-"kid, you gotta promise me you'll cut that out. we can get you help. i ain't much of a therapist, but goddamn it, for you, i'll try."

Papyrus:

-he had to pull an aggressive monster off of you.

-he knew that because he was a member of the royal guard, and therefore disliked by many, that you would be a target.

-he had to take your hoodie off so he could tend to the wounds on your arms.

-"it's fine. don't worry about it," you had said.

-"no, you must let me do this. it is my fault he hurt you. you must let me help you."

-knowing he wouldn't give in, you relented.

-it was when you took your hoodie off that he saw your injuries, even though you tried your best to hide them.

-"human, these have been here for quite a while. who did this to you?" anger was evident in his tone, though he tried to hide it, so you wouldn't think it was directed at you.

-he obviously didn't believe you when you said it was an incident with a stray cat.

-"it's... i do it to myself, dammit!" you said. tears filled your eyes and your voice wavered.

-"that is unacceptable! you must quit this right now, do you understand me?"

-he didn't mean to sound so harsh, only stern. but if it got the point across, it didn't matter much to him.

-"now, tell me, why is it you do this?"

-he listens closely as you open up to him. he'll make you feel better, one way or another.

Underswap:

Sans:

-he knew something was off about you. what it was, though, he couldn't quite figure out.

-so, he asked you.

-"it's nothing," you had said. "nothing you need to worry about."

-"but don't you trust me?" he asked.

-that made you hesitate.

-a few days later, you told him. you didn't show him, but you told him.

-"but why would you do that to yourself? you are amazing, human! you have so much good in you. can't you see that? can't you see that you don't deserve it?"

-but you told him that you didn't know what he saw. you didn't see the good in you. and you're you! don't you know yourself best?

-he started listing off your great qualities, arguing with you when you wondered what the fuck he was going on about.

-he vowed that, no matter how long it took, he would make you see yourself as worthy again.

-but until then, he just made you promise to stop.

Papyrus:

-he had his suspicions for a while.

-the way you always wore long sleeves, no matter how hot it was.

-how distant you were, never telling anybody how you felt.

-he knew something was going on. so, he decided to see if his suspicions were true.

-it took a little coaxing, but you confirmed them. you were, in fact, self harming.

-he (like Fell Sans) also used to self harm. and he told you that.

-he asks you why, and he listens carefully as you tell him.

-he rubs your back from his position next to you on his couch as he says, "i need you to stop, okay? i understand it's going to be hard. i understand that it feels like you have to. but you can't, okay? you just can't. only once you stop can you start feeling better about yourself."

-he takes whatever you use away from you, and watched you closely, occasionally asking you to let him look for more scars.

[crystalandparrot]

RC9GN x Reader

Part 1, Part 2

“Hey, (Y/n),” Bucky spoke, spooking said girl out of her stupor as the two walked to school.

"Huh?" (Y/n) question.

"How come you only ever talk to me? I'm sure other students would love to hear your ideas." Bucky said optimistically.

"You really think so?" (Y/n) asked, eyes shining.

"Maybe not, all of them-"

(Y/n) deflated, causing Bucky to wave his hands frantically.

"But that's because they're not for high schoolers! I mean the home alarm, your staff, those goggles on your head—"

"Hey, these goggles help me log important information and — okay, I see your point." (Y/n) deflated again.

"What if you made something to impress them?" Bucky asked with a snap of his fingers.

"Something to impress them..." (Y/n) thought out loud. "Oh! What about my mechanical spider limbs?" With that, eight mechanical limbs popped out of (Y/n)'s hoodie, lifting her off the ground and flipping her upside down.

"You look like Invader Zim," Bucky chuckled, walking past the, once again, deflated girl. The arms retracted suddenly. With quick thinking, (Y/n) flipped and landed on her feet, surprising Bucky. "Do you know any more cool moves like that?" He asked.

"I prefer to show off my intelligence rather than physical prowess. Sure it's nice to have the ability, but my superpower relies solely on my brain!" (Y/n) said as she pushed open the doors to the school.

"Then you should put that brain to good use," Bucky held out his hand for a fist bump.

(Y/n) reciprocated the fist bump and the two parted ways. (Y/n) walked to her science class, which she always had for 1st period on Mondays. Mrs. Driscoll greeted her with a grin.

"(Y/n)! Any new inventions?" Mrs. Driscoll asked with stars in her eyes. She puppeteered her late husband's skeleton to 'talk', "Your inventions are positively humorous!" Mrs. Driscoll laughed and smacked Jerry's chest.

(Y/n) smiled and placed her satchel on Mrs. Driscoll's desk. As she did so, Randy Cunningham and Howard Weinerman happened to walk in. "Mrs. Driscoll, I present to you," (Y/n) held up a small box with a crescent-moon-shaped attachment, "the, still in Beta, the C.R.A.V.E.S, a system that, when placed against the user's teeth," (Y/n) put the device against Jerry's teeth. The machine beeped, "it tells you exactly what they were craving! For example, your husband was craving...scallops?" (Y/n) looked at the device in question.

Mrs. Driscoll sighed lovingly, "That was my Jerry."

(Y/n) shivered, she tucked her device away and walked to her seat at the back of the room.

"Who's that shoob?" Howard whispered to Randy.

More students began trickling in when Randy leaned close to Howard, "I have no idea, but she's pretty smart."

"A smart shoob is still a shoob," Howard said, pointing his pencil at Randy. Inside Randy's bag, the Nomicon quietly blinked red from behind its Math book cover, facing the direction of (Y/n).

As the final student, Bash (fashionably late as always), trickled in, Mrs. Driscoll began writing in the blackboard. "Welcome back, students!” She puppeteers her husband once more, “I hope your Spring Break was a bone-afide success!”

��Ha! Word play.” (Y/n) chuckled to herself. She sat at the back of the class, the two seats next to her empty while all the other seats were taken.

“And as a Welcome Back, I’m assigning your first projects of the next semester!” Mrs. Driscoll announced.

The students all groaned with the exception of (Y/n), “Oh, goody!”

“And since the school board has cut funding for the science department…again…this time you’ll be working in groups of three.” The words seemed to echo around the room. None of the students (with one exception) listened to the rest, as they were too busy deciding who to add to their group. Friends will be split, enemies made, alliances formed in blood… “You can now find your partners-“ with that, hell broke loose. Kids jumping over tables, holding back their friends to prevent a steal, throwing dangerous objects. It got to a point that Mrs. Driscoll hid herself and her husband under the desk.

“Cunningham! Save me!” Howard screamed as he was pulled into the wave of students.

“Hold oh, Big H!” Randy, without hesitation, jumped into the sea. His leg caught the strap of his backpack as he jumped, forcing the contents to be spilled all over the floor. The Nomicon hummed and blinked as students stepped and kicked it to the back of the room, the mask caught in its pages. With all of the abuse, the cover even came off, revealing its true cover to the world.

With a metallic THUD, the Nomicon hit the metal cabinet next to (Y/n). The girl let out a noise of surprise and looked up from her notebook. The Nomicon blinked softly as (Y/n) picked it up. Her hands traced the delicate patterns on the hard leather book, the feeling not uncomfortable to her hands like she imagined it would be. With a bit of remorse (Y/n) held the book away from her, “Oh, exotic book, what secrets you must hide—but alas! It is my code of honor to not open a book that does not belong to me…unless of course bought or received from a trusted source.”

The Nomicon flashed red, humming loudly.

(Y/n)’s eyes shone, “Maybe there’s an exception for glowing mystic books,” (Y/n) ran her fingers over the pages that begged to be opened. The Nomicon’s flashes got faster and louder, its pages flittering as they waited to be opened.

“Has everyone found their partners?” Mrs. Driscoll asked.

(Y/n)’s head shot up and with a sigh, she tucked the Nomicon into her satchel, the flap open to make for an easier grab. “Soon, my precious.”

In the middle of the room, Randy and Howard sat, rubbing their heads in pain. “Oh, good. Randy and Howard, you’ll be joining (Y/n).” Mrs. Driscoll announced once she saw they the three were, in fact, without partners. “(Y/n) has the highest grade in the class, so even you two should get a decent grade.” She chuckled.

“What?! But she’s a shoob!” Howard moaned.

“A shoob with the highest grade in the class! Howard, we can use this!” Randy whispered, excitedly. Both of the friends grabbed their bags and walked to (Y/n) at the back of the class.

“I don’t follow.” Howard whispered.

“We’ll act like total shoob’s, say we don’t know how to do the project, she’ll get annoyed with us, do the project and — BOOM, automatic A.” Randy smirked. The two sat down and a sudden flash of red distracted Randy. He looked down, spotting his Nomicon in (Y/n)’s bag. He nervously chuckled, “I-is, is that my book?” Randy asked, pointing at (Y/n)’s satchel.

“Huh?” (Y/n) looked down, at her bag. “Oh, it flew to the back, I didn’t know who it belonged to.” (Y/n) gently took the book out and traced the cover again. Shaking her head, she handed it back to Randy, “Where did you get it? I’d love to read it sometime, I’ve never seen anything like it.” (Y/n) spoke quickly, enamored by the book.

“Oh, it’s nothing just a little family history book. Old baby pictures, family trees—Really boring stuff, I’ll just take it off your hands.” Randy hurriedly took the book back, and shoved it in his own satchel. The Nomicon flashed brightly and loudly, angry at the turn of events.

“You bring family history books to school?” (Y/n) asked flatly.

“I-it’s for our History class! Some extra credit thing that you definitely don’t need!” Howard back his friend up, grinning awkwardly.

(Y/n) looked between the two skeptically, “Right…” with a quick hand, she opened her notebook to a fresh page and began writing, “So, ideas for our project?”

“Yes! Our project!” Randy grinned, winking at Howard.

“Totally love that project! I can’t wait to…do our project!” Howard added in a fake excited voice.

(Y/n) sighed out of annoyance, “You don’t know what the project is, do you?”

“Nope.”

“Not. A. Clue.”

(Y/n) gripped the bridge of her nose, “Super,” she gritted out through clenched teeth. “Cool, cool, cool. Cool, cool, cool.” She angrily closed the notebook and stood. “Why don’t I work on the project and you two do the report? All you have to do is write what the robot does AFTER I give it to you.” (Y/n) commanded as she pointed to Randy and Howard.

“But what do we—“

“You write down what it does!” (Y/n) took a deep breath, “I will give you a list of what it does. All you have to do is write a well written report.” (Y/n) began walking out of the room, “Even though my robot will be A plus guaranteed,” she whispered cockily.

“Those who are building, go to Mr. Smith’s metal shop for your basic design! Everyone’s who’s writing a report please go to the library!” Mrs. Driscoll announced after seeing (Y/n) leave.

“Automatic A—“ Howard started, raising his hand.

“Here. We. Come!” Randy punctuated each word with the next step in their secret handshake. They ended with their signature turn and pose.

The Nomicon angrily blinked, catching Randy’s attention. Picking up his bag, Randy held up a finger to Howard, “Give me just one second,” he whispered. He ran out of the room and into a Janitor’s closet. “Alright, Nomicon, I only got a few minutes before Driscoll realizes I’m not in the library, so be quick about it—“ the Nomicon flew open suddenly, causing Randy to lose consciousness and ‘Vloomp’ into the Nomicon.

Randy screamed as he fell through the artistic clouds and through the painted leaves on the two dimensional tress. With a couple of bounces, Randy finally landed against a tree trunk. “What the juice, Nomicon?!”

A painted scholar walked through the trees, smiling at Randy. Or at least, to the person behind him.

A painted ninja stepped through the trees behind Randy and walked up to the scholar. The ninja gave the scholar a piece of paper, and folded his arms. The scholar read the paper and nodded at the ninja. The trees fell backwards, blending into the floor as more of scene became exposed. The scholar walked to his small house. The sun rose and fell in flashes, showing how long the scholar was in his house. The sun rose once more, staying in the air as the scholar left the house, this time with a small box. He presented it to the ninja and began talking. No words or letters left his mouth, the only thing Randy could hear was soft flutes as the scholar spoke.

The ninja waved his hand and took the box, smokebombing away. The trees on the other side of Randy fell, blending into the floor, further increasing the scene. There was a small town with a large flying serpent terrorizing the village. With a puff of smoke, the ninja stood in front of the serpent. He opened the box and pulled out a smaller box with a button. The ninja looked at the box in question then pressed the button…nothing happened. He pressed it again and again…still nothing. The serpent AND the townsfolk all laughed at the ninja as he sulked. Colorful words flew out of the box and presented themselves over the ninja’s head.

“Neglect the brain and the heart becomes vulnerable.” Randy read aloud. “Uh, that scholar clearly sabotaged the ninja! I mean, who gives someone a box that doesn’t do anything?” Randy asked.

The ninja and scholar looked at each other unimpressed. The ninja pulled out his sword and the scholar…why is he holding a Bō staff? The two quickly ran to Randy and simultaneously attacked him.

With a gasp and a bump to the head, Randy left the Nomicon. He rubbed his head and looked behind him to see the shelf he bumped his head on.

Randy peeked his head out of the Janitors closet and rushed out before anyone could see him, bag in hand.

“AHHHHH!!”

“Someone get the Ninja!”

“Help!”

Randy gasped at the sudden cries for help. With no one in the hall, this was the perfect time to put his Ninja suit on.

“Looks like it’s Ninja o’clock!” Randy reached into his bag…except…

Randy’s heart fell into his stomach as his hand missed the soft fabric of the mask. He glared down at the bag, and upon not seeing the mask immediately, Randy overturned his bag and emptied the contents. The only object that was matching to the mask in color was the Nomicon.

“Sweet cheese, I lost the Ninja mask!”

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I swear I can hear the music starting and cutting out at the end. Also if you saw the lesson in the first chapter before I edited it, no you didn’t.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Howdy! As second place Error propaganda, I have prepared a list of fics that should be mostly focused on Error!

At Their Mercy by Devcipher (Teen And Up, Complete)

The multiverse had been perfectly balanced when the seven higher beings weaved it together. Through countless interferences, however, the balance has begun to tip, and stability is threatened. Fate's creation has been unresponsive to their warnings, and thus a solution must be made. While feuding with Destiny over a monster to be Ink's counterpart, Karma intervenes. Inspiration from Harrish6's Forced God of Destruction universe, but a unique alternate multiverse/universe of my own. Discord is constantly breaking the link for the ATM discord but: https://discord.gg/DgHWGnMNrs *EDIT: My server got raided twice please message me for a link lol* Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/devtemrys

Wayward by Queer_Sleep_Demon (Mature, Incomplete)

Error had always been in control of his teleporting abilities. He knew the ins and outs of world-hopping like the back of his hand. The joke was on him, though, because the multiverse didn't play by anybody's rules. An impulsive decision to teach Nightmare a lesson in respect went horribly wrong. As a result, Error and Nightmare become stranded in a foreign and hostile dimension. Finding a way out was easier said than done.

It's All Just Training, Right? by atomiCherry, Souldew_UT (Explicit, Complete)

Hopping from universe to universe after his own Anti-Void no longer suffices as a safe place from the chains of Fate, Error winds up in Nightmare’s Castle with none other than the God of Negativity himself, who’s far too pleased with the Destroyer’s presence. Unaware of Nightmare’s true intentions, Error finds himself taken aback by a suspicious yet remarkable deal that very few people have the courage to propose. It was meant to be a simple session, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but then the both of them find out that there might be more to their meeting than meets the eye… - updates every Tuesday and Friday

A Long Week For A Tiny Error by Sosa_Star (Teen And Up, Complete)

A cruel trick by Nightmare leaves Error in a Huge predicament. Will he return to normal? What's a tiny destroyer to do? Survive, that's what.

Against the Remembered Many by StrelitziaMystery1097 (Not Rated, Incomplete)

Dream stared at the endless white and shuddered against how oppressive this place was. His eye lights focused on the only thing here. There was a skeleton on the ground with his hands over where his ears would be. Most of the skeleton had turned dark with glitches and the occasional error but part of his face and some of his left arm and torso was still white. He wore the typical Sans hoodie but with different colours and red glasses. He was muttering to himself. "Are you okay?" A.k.a: What if Dream had met Error before he completely went crazy? (This fic is inspired by For the Forgotten Ones.)

Temporal Difficulties by Tigercoolyeet (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

On a random night in Outertale, Error and Blue are attacked by Ink and sent tumbling off a cliff. Destiny, one of the seven deities, saves them from their Fated fall into the Void and whisks them away to the Astral Plane: the place where the deities live and watch over the multiverse. Due to Fate’s magic blocking Destiny from sending Error and Blue back, the deity enlists Time to slowly reintegrate them back into the multiverse’s code through time loops. However, from there, things get a little… interesting. Especially when the loops start affecting more than the two skeletons. Fate’s sure going to have a fit when they get back. Or, The crack-treated-seriously, Error & Blue-centered time loop fic that no one asked for. (Or or, I’ve been wanting to do a time loop fanfic for one of my fandoms and I’ve finally found the solution.) NOW RECEIVING A FULL REWRITE AND (HOPEFULLY) TAKING THIS OFF HIATUS

To the depths of the soul by Lena_Inris (Teen And Up, Complete)

Two centuries have passed since Error reached the new multiverse and started a new life. He entered into a relationship with Nightmare and Ink. Everything was wonderful. Life was normal and quiet. And the memories of the old Multiverse were just nightmares now. However, this was the worst moment for Error to decide to want to have a child with his two partners. Ever since his ex-partner managed to find him, the problems started to appear. And Error is very useless when he is pregnant, it doesn't matter that he is a god, he can't use his magic.

I'm Not a Doormat (but I Want You to Step on Me) by Golden_Au (Explicit, Complete)

Error didn't consider himself the type of person that let others get away with treating him like a doormat. He wasn't some fucking pansy you could fuck with without consequence, okay? That being said... He wouldn't mind being stepped on by a certain god.

Our Kind Of Intimacy by Moss-On-The-Bones (General Audiences, Complete)

Ink had the marvelous idea of making Error his canvas. A little over 1k words of Error being painted on. This is a part of a reverse big bang with @wewawoomp on Tumblr. Link to the art will be at the end notes.

No Mother Left Behind by TerminusVerso (General Audiences, Complete)

Just admit you love him, Error.

[kittykitcat77]

Thoughts Heavier than Armor

Language warning ig???

Just a small story from Undyne's perspective.

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No show for the first time? Papyrus was always on time to train, and sometimes scarily early! Undyne didn't see the usual excited pacing footprints in the dirt in front of her house. Not even a single blade of grass rustled! Undyne frowned slightly, her scowl growing even more. She walked back inside her house, slamming her door. She then picked up her phone off of her kitchen table. She scrolled down to the right contact, pressing the call button. She was going to call Papyrus and get down to the bottom of this.

However, he doesn't pick up. Odd. She tried two more times, still no response. She growled in irritation. Where was he? She started to scroll down to Sans' contact, which was one she didn't use very often. Just as she was about to call him, he called her first. She picked up, fussing into the phone. *Hey, I was just about to call you! Papyrus didn't show up for his training, where is he?! Sans paused. He then spoke, his own voice quiet. *i was just about to ask you the same thing. he's not with you?

*No? Shit! Where is he?!

*he was with alphys in her lab, but he hasn't called me back since last night.

Undyne groaned softly, rubbing her temple and dragging her hand down her face. It wasn't like Papyrus to not show up like that. She swore under her breath, leaning against the table.

Before she could say anything else, Sans hung up the phone. Undyne couldn't blame him, really. This was unusual behavior for Papyrus, to just go and vanish like that. She set down her phone, groaning again. Papyrus would show up eventually, right? Perhaps he had gotten lost... no. Papyrus knew his way; he had been to Alphys' lab before with Undyne herself! Undyne couldn't find a possible answer. Unless... no. Nothing serious could have happened. Papyrus was tough, more tough than he seemed most times. If anyone attacked him, he could defend himself, right? Even then, who would?

*Shit... this is confusing.

She was talking more to herself than anything, since she was the only one in her house. Her feelings remained the same though. The situation was indeed confusing. She would eventually figure it out. This could all be one giant prank Papyrus was pulling! Yet... the answer didn't feel right in her mind. Something was wrong, and she knew it.

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It had been a few days. No sign of him. Undyne had gathered up the guard to search the underground. No one had ever disappeared before, so it was of high importance. What struck Undyne as odd was that Asgore made no announcement about it, or didn't try to. Undyne walked through Snowdin, hands firmly hugged at her arms. She reminded herself why she had never come here, it was far too cold for her tastes. She powered through nonetheless; she had to check on Sans. Well- she didn't have to. It was more out of curiosity and pity than of care. She didn't even know Sans terribly well, all of what she knew was from Papyrus' say-so. It was Papyrus' brother, so he couldn't have been faring too well. Maybe he was, but Undyne wanted to check regardless.

She spotted the pirate flag from a walk away, going a little faster. The faster she could check on him, the faster she could finally fucking leave this giant icebox. *This place is too damn cold...

She approached the front door. Then, with a shaky exhale, she reached one of her arms up and knocked on the door. She paused, waiting for Sans to answer. It took a minute, and she got nothing. She grew a bit impatient, so she pounded on the door harder.

*Open up, skeleton! I know you're home!

Finally, the door opened. Sans looked up at Undyne. His hoodie was dirty as it usually was, and he had an old scarf of Papyrus' nestled around his neck lazily. He kept his hand on the door, his eyes studying her as hers did him.

*heya.

Undyne could see it in his eyes. She wasn't good at reading people, and even she could notice it. He was holding it together, barely keeping his composure. She couldn't blame him though. It was a constant teeter of not knowing where Papyrus was nor his fate. Whether he was dead or alive, no one knew for sure. That constant uncertainty would drag anyone down, and Undyne could see Sans starting to fall under the tow.

She sighed. She then leaned against the doorframe.

*You alright? Can't imagine you're feeling to great, not knowing where your brother is and all.

*eh. trying to tough it out. *I get you, you're awful tough for that. I have the entire guard looking for any signs of him in all areas. I have the most reinforcements in Hotlands, since that's his last location. *right. Undyne sighed. She rubbed her hands up and down on her arms, trying not to shiver. Sans seemed to notice. *you alright there, undyne? you look cold.

*I'm fine. I was making sure YOU were.

*oh, really?

*YES, really! Look, I'll update you on anything big with the search, okay?

*ok. Undyne bit her tongue, finding Sans' calm monotony off-putting. However, she wasn't going to interrogate him. He was probably just trying to process everything. Undyne was also too cold to stay for much longer. She gave him a hesitant pat on the shoulder before giving him a nod. He gave her a nod back before shutting the door. Undyne began to speedwalk her way back to the Waterfalls. Snowdin was so cold. However, her mind was more focused on the situation at hand. Papyrus was gone, practically disappeared overnight! Sans was a lot tougher than Undyne gave him credit for.

A lot tougher. She had to be that tough and cool, since she was an example for all the guards. The positive dogs that were doing their damn hardest to find even a hint of Papyrus' scent.

It was hard. This was hard.

[specialagentlokitty]

Booth x reader - the same and different

Standing in front of your desk, you picking up the report and opened it, flicking through it to find the page you were looking for.

“Looking through that file over and over won’t change anything.”

You glanced to the doorway before turning your attention back to the file.

“I’m telling you right now, that is not the man we were after Fury.”

“He was the only person in the building, our information told us that he was, he took himself out and half the team in there by blowing the place to hell. He’s our man.”

You slammed the file down, glaring at your boss.

“He isn’t the guy! He was just some ploy planted there to distract us and make us think we brought down a commander for HYDRA.”

You clenched your jaw, balling your hand into a fist and pushed yourself away from your desk.

“I need you to double check.”

“Double check what? That the guy’s skeleton matches our photos because last time I checked (L/N) that’s not how it works, and right now we’re trying to identify your fallen squad.”

“I know…”

You dropped yourself in your chair, bringing a bandaged hand to run down your face and you stared at the ceiling.

“Look, have you spoken to your psychologist about this? Asked the doctor for something to help you sleep?”

“I don’t need it I’m fine.”

“Right, because obsessing over some asshole is the definition of fine. Speak to them both, that’s an order agent.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Fine, under the condition you get somebody to confirm that the bones in the morgue belong to that bastard.”

Fury threw his hands in the air and left your office, leaving you to just sit there and stare up at the ceiling.

Hearing your phone ring, you pulled it out and looked at the caller ID before hanging up, setting it down.

After a few minutes your pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone, keys and badge, leaving your office and down the hallways.

A few floors down you found who you were looking for and you walked into his office, dropping yourself on the couch.

“Please, come in, make yourself at home.”

“Bite me Coulson…”

He chuckled a little, standing up and walking over, dropping his blazer over you.

“So, you finally got Fury to get someone to double check the identity for you.”

You shrugged a little.

“I’m telling you it’s not the guy…”

“I believe you, but you’ve also been through a lot, so you need to be ready to accept that it could actually be him.”

You turned your back to him and said nothing, just staring at the back of the couch.

You were hoping for some sleep, but after an hour or so of laying there you gave up on that hope and got up again.

“He’s got somebody who can identify the bones, we’re taking everything over to the Jeffersonian now, and you’re in charge of heading the team.”

“The Jeffersonian?”

“Fury’s way of making sure you stay rational I guess, you know them, you know they’re good at what they do. Here’s a list of everybody.”

You took the paper form Coulson and read through the names, all of which were familiar to you.

“Put agents by every single door, they’re crafty. And bring FBI special agent Seeley Booth, he’ll find a way in either way, just make sure you take his gun.”

“You got it.”

You handed him the paper back.

“I’ll be there in a few hours.”

Leaving his office, you made your way to the bottom floor, heading to your apartment to get changed.

Standing in front of the mirror, you looked at the bandages that covered half your chest, going halfway up your neck and all down your right arm, covering your hand as well.

Sometimes you could still feel the heat on your skin, and it made your pain worse, made you loose sense with reality.

Shaking your head, you grabbed a clean T-shirt, pulling it on along with a hoodie.

Taking your medications, you shoved them into your pocket and left your apartment again, heading to the Jeffersonian.

Walking through the hallways, you were approached by an Agent.

“They’re reluctant to help, and one seems to be ready to charge at any moment.”

“Keep a close eye on the FBI agent as well as the conspiracy theorist, they are not to go anywhere alone.”

“Right.”

The agent led you to the door, and you swiped your badge, gaining entry past the temporary device and walked inside.

“We won’t do anything until you tell us what we’re doing!” Cam snapped.

Walking up the steps, you stopped by the man and woman just at the top and you glanced at them both.

“Barton, Romanoff.”

“Ouch, last names.” Clint grinned.

You rolled your eyes and held out your hand, letting them hand you a file.

“Fury ordered us to hang about until you came, we can stay if you want.” Nat said.

“No, it’s fine. Go home.”

They nodded and left, and you walked over to the group who were staring at Coulson.

He just stood there with a smile on his face, hands clasped behind his back, only moving one to remove the file from your hands.

Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your badge, tossing it on to the metal table in front of you that separated you from the people staring at you.

“Agent (L/N), SHIELD agent, you’ll find that you lot don’t have a choice but to identify these bones.”

Coulson handed you two papers.

“This, is a court order signed by numerous judges, as well as your bosses stating that right now you are SHIELD property meaning we can hold you in this room until you give us what we want.”

You set it down, holding up the other.

“This is another state you will get paid for your work, you have access to whatever you need within reason from SHIELD, and that you are all under non disclosure, if you tell anybody outside this room what has gone on today you will be prosecuted to the highest degree and never see the light of day again.

You set it down on the other and took the photo from Coulson.

“I want to know if those bones belong to this man.”

You tossed the photo down and looked at them all as they just stared at you in shock.

“Any further details on him will be in the file Coulson is holding. Any questions come to me, I run this operation.”

With that, you turned around and left the platform, two agents going to take your place.

Making your way to the stairs, you stood in the walkway above them and just watched as they whispered to themselves.

Angela and Hodgins glanced up to you, and it was Hodgins that turned to face you.

“Where have you been?!” He called.

“Busy.”

“We tried to call you to come back.” Angela said.

“I’m aware.”

It was Brennan who turned around next.

“You’ve done this thousands of times, you can identify bones why do you have us checking it?”

“I can’t remain objective on the matter, I’m swayed towards one decision. You won’t be.”

She nodded a little and you pushed yourself away, heading to sit down at the table.

A few agents paced up and down the walkways, and Coulson came up with Booth.

“I want answers.” Booth snapped.

“I warned him that you aren’t the answer type.”

“It’s fine Coulson, I’ll handle him.”

The agent left and Booth walked over, standing in front of the table.

“You leave the Jeffersonian without a word, and now you come back expecting us to do your work?”

“Like I said, you’ll be paid, you’re only here because I know you would find some way in, and my agents are trained to kill, not detain.”

“Your agents?”

You held up your badge again.

“Like I said, SHIELD agent. Whoever you think you can rat me out to don’t bother, I’m the boss of your bosses and theirs. You can’t touch me.”

“Oh so now you’re all high and mighty?” He scoffed.

You put your badge in your pocket.

“I have a job to do Booth, and my job depends on if that man is whom he should be.”

“And who should he be?”

“Need to know.”

You heard your phone buzz, and you held up a hand to him, reaching into your pocket to have a look.

Coulson: They are trying to access files.

Sighing, you replied.

You: give them one warning against it.

You heard the sounds of numerous guns being cocked, and you glanced up at Booth who was frozen in spot with agents around him.

“Stand down.”

The agents took a step back.

“All of you wait downstairs.”

They left without a word and you pocketed your phone.

“I warned you Booth.”

He slowly lowered his hands and he just stared at you, and you stared back.

“Was anything you told us true?”

You sighed.

“It was all true, I was a federal agent before changing careers, I don’t like beans, I don’t drink. Everything was true Booth, but when I came back from Holiday to find you all gone, up and left on your own adventures. I didn’t get so much as a bye from anybody, so I went back to my old job.”

“So this is our fault? It’s our fault we all thought you were dead somewhere? That you ignored us for two years?”

“You went back to the military for just under a year, I went back to being a federal agent. That’s all there is to it.”

You heard someone call your name and you got up, jogging down the stairs and into Angela’s office where everybody was stood.

Booth walked in and stood next to you with his arms crossed.

“Well, I haven’t got an ID for you yet, Brennan is still working on putting the skull back together, but we did find evidence he was on fire. Do you know anything about that?” Angela asked.

“We found scorch marks on the bones, not very deep but the fire would have been intense enough to crack the bones themselves.” Hodgins said.

You nodded.

“I know.”

“You know?” Cam asked.

“Yeah, just like I know if Brennan focuses on the front of the skull first she’s going to find an entry wound from a bullet, but no exit wound.”

Brennan walked over and stood in front of you.

“How did you know?”

“Because I’m the one that put it there, which is why I know he was on fire. Because if you play Angela’s animation you’ll find that he was the centre of the blast, and the moment that bullet went through his skull it triggered the explosion.”

They all went quiet as they watched the animation Angela made, and it played out exactly like you said it would.

“That means you were there as well.” Sweets said.

“Congratulations you can tell the obvious. I know how he died, I want to know who he is.”

With that you stormed away, heading back to the table where you sat in peace, and once again Booth was escorted up.

“You didn’t tell me you were blown up.”

“You never asked.”

He walked over, sitting on the chair in front of you.

“How did you get out unharmed?”

You scoffed a little, reaching into your pockets you pulled out your medicine and handed it over to him, then took your hoodie off.

Booth could see through bandages wrapped down your arm, around your neck and going under your shirt.

“I didn’t, but it’s a price we pay for our line of work.”

Booth slowly set your medication down on the table and he stared at it before turning his attention to you.

He could see you were tired, and just above the bandages on your neck he could see the sliver of burned skin.

“You nearly died and didn’t say anything?” He asked quietly.

You stood up, walking over to the railing to lean on it.

“I spent months unconscious, then in rehab and trying to get better. I’ve been busy.”

You heard Booth behind you and you turned around to look at him.

“That’s why you’re so fixated on this isn’t it?”

You nodded.

Booth walked over, and he stood in front of you with that sad look on his face he had whenever someone he cared about was hurt or in trouble.

“I’m sorry.” He said.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.”

You brushed past him and he watched you go, you weren’t the same person but at the same time you were.

But all those feelings he had came back, and they were all confusing, yes, he was mad at you for leaving and not being in contact but now it made sense

[osleeplessflowero]

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The sun peeks into your room through the windows, casting its light upon everything it can touch. A fan in your room moves the curtains slightly with it, keeping you cool away from the sun's harsh warmth outside.

You lie peacefully in your bed sleeping away, moving between different dreams that are just mashed up of different thoughts, some comprehensible, some not.

The world is calm this morning.

At least, it was at the start.

As you feel yourself being trapped within a dream, you start to hear a muffled voice outside. Someone saying your name over and over..and over..

You open your eyes once your name is clearly said, blinking to un-blur your vision as you turn to see who got into your house.

"Good Morning!" Blue smiles sweetly at you, leaning over the side of the bed to look at you.

"...Blue? How did you ge- oh wait, I gave you a key, that's right."

"Yep! I Always Make Sure To Have It When I Plan To Come See You." He holds it up to demonstrate.

"Okay, well..what are you doing here exactly?"

"I Wanted To Ask You Something And I Just Couldn't Wait For You To Wake Up- You Always Oversleep-"

"Sleep is peaceful. I don't have to do anything when I'm asleep."

"i hear that."

You turn your head towards the doorway, seeing Stretch leaning in it, smiling lazily over at you. You give a half-hearted wave.

"Don't Encourage Them, Papyrus-" "don't lie, you like to sleep in too." "I- That's- Shush." You smile amusedly at the two, sitting up.

"Anyway, I Came Here To Ask If You'd Like To Join Us On Our Way To The Beach Today! We Wanted To Pick A Day Where Not-Too-Many People Were There. And That's Today."

"The beach? I dunno..I don't know if I have everything I need."

"We Could Go Shopping With You Beforehand, If You'd Like! C'mon, Don't You Wanna Have Some Fun Today? It Beats Sleepinggg-" Blue smiles, trying to persuade you. He succeeds.

"Eh, sure, why not? I'll check to see what I've got and what I need."

"Great! We'll Wait Downstairs."

"M'kay-" You watch them go downstairs, then stand up.

"Okay..time to find everything."

-

A bit of time passes as you scurry around your room, trying to find anything and everything you could possibly need for this daily trip.

You tend to overthink a little about every possible scenario there could be, wanting to be ready.

"you good in there?" You hear Stretch call to you from behind the closed door.

"Yeah, just gimme a sec." You grab the bag you placed everything in, before walking out of your room.

"did you get everything?" He smiles, glancing down at you while his hands are stuffed in his hoodie pockets.

"Yep- everything and beyond- just gotta get a new swimsuit. My last one's a bit too small for me now-"

"i'm sure we can find something for you once we're out."

The two of you talk as you walk downstairs until you finally reach the bottom, meeting up with Blue and walking out of the house.

You decide to sit in the back with your bag since there's more space and freedom to move there, relaxing for a bit. Some nostalgic songs play from Blue's playlist. Once you showed some classics to him he couldn't stop listening, so they pretty much fill up his playlist now.

"Comfy Back There?" "Yep, I'm all good here, Blue." "Just Making Sure-" He slides on some shades that were adjusted a bit to fit over his eyesockets.

You look out the window, smiling and waving at your neighbors as you pass by them. Everyone's so friendly here..it wasn't always like that, it took quite a bit of time before some of them warmed up to you. But once they did, you found yourself having strong bonds with them.

A neighborhood full of skeletons..who'd have thought it'd be possible? Certainly not you, that's for sure.

Everyone moving in was a pretty sudden surprise, but as time went on and you found yourself talking more and more with them, you couldn't imagine life without them.

"alright, looks like we're here."

"Oh, sweet." You smile as Stretch rolls the window up, sitting your bag down, grabbing your wallet and exiting the car before the others.

The three of you go into the store together, you taking your time picking out a swimsuit that suits your taste, as well as an oversized tee.

After a bit more time and a short fashion show, the three of you drive to the beach together. Surprisingly, it's completely empty today.

"Woah- no one is here? That's a bit odd- it's like..ridiculously hot out."

"we lucked out, it seems." "Aw, I Was Kinda Hoping I Could Talk To Some Other People. But! We Can Still Enjoy The Beach Plenty By Ourselves."

The three of you exit the car, the skeletons pulling out their beach equipment like floaties and an umbrella, you helping them carry some of it over to a nice spot near the water.

The three of you head over to the changing areas, you letting them go first, sitting down in a chair and waiting for them to come out.

They both decided to wear swim shorts of their signature colors, Blue's having some cute watermelon patterns and Stretch's having some flamingos. Ironic as always, aren't you, Stretch?

You go to change yourself, walking out and doing a 360 for Blue, feeling your face flush a little when he applauds your choices in swimwear.

You each make your way to the area where Blue set up an umbrella and some chairs. Stretch lies down on a towel, claiming he's "getting a tan", wearing some shades that cover his eyesockets. (He falls asleep within the span of a few seconds. How he does it, you'll never know.)

Blue starts to blow up some pool floats, careful not to bite into them and accidentally pop them. (He's done that before.)

You walk out to the water and feel it beckon you to enter it, so you do, running into it and falling face first, sinking until you're completely submerged.

Swimming has always been fun to do, floating beneath the bright blue water and swimming up if you sink too far.

You float back up to the surface, shaking your head a bit to get your hair away from your face and seeing Blue running towards the water.

"CANNONBALL-"

He jumps in, making a big splash next to you. You laugh a little and wait for him to swim up, grinning at you once he reaches the top.

You splash him with water, him promptly splashing you back. This goes on for a while before you end up accidentally splashing Stretch and waking him up.

"Oh shit- sorry, Stretch-"

"do you have any idea what you've just done?"

"Um-"

"you've declared WAR-"

And with that, he joined the two of you in the water, splashing you rapidly.

You find yourself laughing until water gets in your mouth, causing you to choke for a second before spitting it out. Gotta love it.

Blue steps in to defend you, the two of you teaming up against his brother in an epic splashing showdown.

Once you all get bored, you resort to swimming around for a while. Stretch floats on his back, and Blue dives underwater to see if he can find any hidden treasures.

"so, you having fun, hon?" Stretch opens one of his eyesockets to look at you as you swim up to him.

"Yeah, I'm really glad I decided to come with you guys today. It's pretty fun being able to swim. One of my favorite things about summer. And getting to be here with both of you, well..I wouldn't miss it."

You smile warmly, your smile growing a little when you see Stretch's cheekbones flush a light orange shade.

Blue emerges from the deep, popping up beside you.

"Room For One More?"

"Always."

You each chat and swim around a bit more before getting out of the water and drying off, you putting the tee over your swimsuit and sitting on the towel Stretch placed down a bit ago.

They grab some drinks out of a cooler and you grab some snacks you packed from a bag.

"So, Has Today Been..Entertaining?"

"Yeah, it's been super fun. We should do this again sometime."

"I'm Really Happy We Could Spend Some Time With You..Just The Three Of Us. Not That I Dislike The Others Or Anything, It's Just, Well..They Tend To..Catch Your Eyes More."

"Oh, Blue..I didn't know that was how you felt- I'll spend more time with you, promise. I don't want anyone to feel left out."

He simply nods in response, his cheekbones flushing a bit blue as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"don't forget me." Stretch sits down on your other side, leaning his skull on your head.

"I'm really happy I could spend the day with you..thanks for dragging me out of bed."

"It'll Definitely Happen Again-"

You all watch as the sun slowly sets, painting the sky with shades of purple and orange flowing together oh, so nicely.

"I can't wait.."

[llorom4nn1c]

♡ Scemo clothing haul! ♡

A couple of weeks ago, I got to order some stuff from Hot Topic, so I thought I'd do a bit of a haul and show you guys some of the things I got! I took all of the pictures for this post so some of them might look kind of weird since I'm not great at taking photos but I tried my best.

🎀 Accessories

I got a pair of fishnet gloves, skeleton gloves, leg warmers, and a black and pink studded belt. I'm really happy with all of these, especially the fishnet gloves since I've been wanting a pair for the longest time and I've been wearing them almost every day since I got them. I'm also really glad to finally have a pink studded belt for my pink outfits!

🎀 Hole Pretty on the Inside shirt dress

This is actually my first piece of Hole merchandise which I'm really happy about because I've been listening to them since I was like nine. I also really love these sort of oversized dress length shirts because they're great for when I want to go for a more grungy look. These types of shirts styled with a cute necklace, a flannel, boots, and some over-the-knee socks just makes for a great outfit.

🎀 Leopard print skort

For a short period during the summer of last year, I was pretty into the rockstar's girlfriend aesthetic and one of the staples of that aesthetic was leopard print, so I got a leopard print skort. I don't have many skirts that aren't black, so this is a pretty different addition to my wardrobe.

🎀 Monster High hoodie

This was one of the items that I was most excited about since I really love Monster High. I haven't really had a chance to wear it yet, but I definitely will soon because I really love it.

🎀 Ruby Gloom crop top

I've been watching a lot of Ruby Gloom recently, so when I found out that Hot Topic carried some Ruby merch, I just had to get something. The shirt's so cute and I especially love the sleeves because black and red stripes remind me of the mall goth aesthetic. This is definitely one of my new favourite shirts!

🎀 Misfits shirt

I already had a Misfits shirt, but I didn't have any of their shirts that have the Crimson Ghost on them. Plus Johnnie has this shirt so of course I had to get it. It also goes great with the skeleton gloves.

🎀 Skull tutu skirt

The main reason I got this was actually because it reminded me of that one skull outfit Eugenia used to wear a lot. I also don't have too many gothic clothing items so I wanted to get some. Plus this skirt styled with a pair of fishnet tights, the Misfits shirt, and skeleton gloves would just be so perfect.

That's it, byeeeee!! ˚｡⋆୨୧˚♡

[sketchyonlooker]

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[ The main screen of the stream shows an ominous ghostly green skull hovering above Sacramento City. A berth of destruction could be seen around the California Supreme Court, the only intact building in the area. The roars of monsters and cries of people echo through the thoroughly demolished city. A long wurm-like creature wrapped around the ruins of a skyscraper opens its maw towards the building. Light collects and coalesces into an orb within its mouth - its sweltering heat melts the concrete it's next to. It then swings its head back as if to fire - Only for a lance of neon green to nail the wurm's mouth shut, sending both it and the ruined skyscraper into the ground. The world shakes violently as the orb detonates within the creature's mouth - its light overwhelming the camera. Falling dirt rains from the sky with only a large broad crater to mark the creature's death. Hovering where the creature once stood was a man wearing a green hoodie with a skull similar to the one in the sky. His body glowed with an iridescent green. And in his hand was an ornate spear crackling with neon-colored lightning, the same spear that struck the wurm's mouth shut. With glowing eyes, he gives the remains a final look before zipping out of view in a surge of green. The camera moves to follow.

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Boomer-oh (v): Okay. I can't watch anymore. Watching how many times I should've died might actually give me a heart attack before this whole thing is over. Thank you, mysterious green man / duel monster / whatever.

BanditKLives (v): God. You're in the Sacramento shelter too? Ugh. I know exactly how you feel.

KuriBoom (v): I'm telling you I saw the angel of Los Angeles in person. She has these like light wings and woooosh, smashing up all those dragons with her hammer like it's nothing.

LordofTheNight (v): Wait. You think that's impressive? We got a giant vampire defending the city in San Francisco. At least I'm pretty sure it's a vampire. Can't really tell because he moves so fast, but holy shit he's tall like small-building tall.

LordofTheNight (v): Anyway, fucking vampires fighting dragons. Still feels like I'm still dreaming.

[ A in-line video is posted in chat from LordofTheNight. A military installation with tanks could be seen in the background. An incredibly tall figure - almost a story tall - slams a tanbo underneath an even taller two-headed dinosaur's chin. The force of the blow lifts the creature up into the air. Despite the dinosaur's speedy snaps and slashes, the dinosaur fails to hit its elusive target every single time. And then a flurry of blows from the tanbo strikes the creature so quickly it seemed like they were all performed at the same time. A moment later, the creature collapses with broken body and shattered limbs. The moment it hits the ground, it shatters into shards of light. An enormous fireball strikes down where the humanoid figure just was immediately after, his figure still blurry from the speed which he moved. Briefly, the camera loses track of the speedy figure, only to hear the sound of another draconic roar. The roar is cut short with the sound of something cracking. And immediately in front of the camera, a long Eastern dragon falls onto the earth with a earth-rendering thud. It too shatters into light. On top of a broken skyscraper and under the backdrop of stormy skies, the tall gray vampire is seen in all of his glory, only to turn into a blur once more.

SunnyDay (v): You think that's crazy? I've got a literal skeleton army fighting dragons and lizards outside. And a freaky green-wearing necromancer controlling them all.

LordofTheNight (v): Don't necromancers wear black or something? Like they're all emo or shit?

SunnyDay (v): Well, clearly someone didn't get the memo. Besides I think if you own a skeleton army that can beat up a bunch of dragons, I think you can wear anything you fucking want.

[ An in-line video is posted by SunnyDay. It's clear that the video was taken from the BC Stream chat. A coastline and an air strip are seen. After a quick zoom-in, several skeletons wearing various sets of clothes are charging the dragons along the skyline. Colorful beams of light blast through the dragons attempting to make landfall, putting large holes into the creatures and shattering them into motes of light. The dragons retaliate similarly with fiery blazes and icy projectiles. Meanwhile, the apparent green-clad necromancer engages up close and dispatches several of the hostile monsters in a flurry of colorful red chef's knives. Another human-sized skeleton, tall and lanky and wearing an orange sweater, slams its foot straight into a scaly blue dragon diving face-first at it. The large dragon immediately contorts and flattens like a train slamming into an immovable wall with the sound of crunching bone accompanying it. The broken dragon begins to fall out of the sky before it shatters into motes of light. ]

ExodiaTheForgottenOne (v): Are we absolutely sure that it's not KaibaCorp's SolidVision gone haywire? Cause that whole shattering light thing is like SolidVision's thing.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): For the last time, SolidVision is incapable of being physical like this. You should know better since you've been on the Sketchy stream for so long. And also if we're sharing end-of-the-world stories...

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): I was in an airplane that was headed back to Japan, but after all the monsters appeared, we tried to U-turn and fly back to California. Except we had a whole bunch of angry monsters after us. I'm pretty sure we got saved by the angel of Los Angeles.

BlueEyesBlondeDragon (v): One second.

[ An in-line video is posted in chat by BlueEyesBlondeDragon. The video is clearly taken from a phone camera. Quiet panicked murmurs and prayers could be heard. The camera is looking out the airplane window and at the plane's right wing. A large blue winged dragon, one that could be recognized as the Winged Dragon of Duel Monsters fame, is diving straight for the aircraft. Screaming could be heard within the airplane cabin as the plane attempts to futilely veer away from the quickly approaching monster. And then a yellow flash crashed straight into the creature, slamming it straight towards the sea. The figure hovers briefly with its bright wings of light, hammer in a two-handed grip. Surrounded by light and with stalwart frame, the redheaded angel of Los Angeles strikes a prominent figure against the stormy skies. Another approaching dragon dives for her but is suddenly struck down in a brilliant flash. Only when the thunder was heard did people realize that it was lightning that smote the dragon down. By the time the camera recovers from the glare, the angel of Los Angeles is gone. "We're saved!" "Praise the lord!" ]

[therewasatale]

with me

On Ao3.

Summary: A soft afternoon and some identity crisis.

A small breeze blew across the curtain. It only had enough strength to shake the bottom of the peach-coloured material, but you could still feel the air freshen up a bit, and the smell of lilac from outside was slowly filled the room.

You shook the sleep out of your eyes with a few slow blinks. Your thoughts faded little by little and you could have surrendered to the soft dullness that always took over you before falling asleep. Both of you've needed this quiet afternoon for a long time. An afternoon when there was nothing to worry about.

You allowed yourself an honest and deep yawn and then looked down in front of you.

The wide 'L' shaped piece of furniture was comfortable for at least two people, in this case for a human and a monster. You two were resting on the sofa in the living room of your apartment. Sans was sitting right in front of you, half lying down as he leaned his back against your chest. His skull leaning on your shoulder. The TV played quietly in front of you, but none of you paid serious attention to the program.

He hadn't said a word for the past half an hour. He was already quiet on the way home, but you didn't want to push him about it. Over the last few months, you've learned how to pinpoint out when he became uncomfortable, but he still would try to hide it with jokes, and shook off questions. You could only guess what exactly was going through his mind.

The sounds of the city faded to nothing. Everything felt still, and yet filled with tension.

You slowly raised your hand and finding his, stroked his bony fingers. He flinched for a moment, but immediately afterwards you felt him lower his shoulders again, snuggling closer to you. Your fingers lingered on each digit as you circled them. His palm wasn't much smaller than yours, but you still loved being able to hold his. After the finger bones slowly followed his palm and then his wrist, you drew small circles with the tips of yours.

When you heard him gasp, you stopped and brushed your fingers with his. It was as if he was trying to relax, but something, always at the last moment, scared him away from it.

You also took a slow and deep breath and then kissed his shoulder through his hoodie.

*why are you with me?

You needed a few moments to fully understand the question, it got you completely off guard. "Because-, because, I like to be with you. Sans, what's wrong?"

*but why?

Sans pulled his hand away from yours, crossing his arms in front of him as he sat up.

*i'm a monster, and you're a human. you should be together someone like you...like a human...

The warmth of spring was washed away by a cold breeze that ran over your body.

* it's...it's not going to work...we are not going to work.

Hundreds of tangled thoughts tried to come to terms with each other, they all appeared at the same time and caused complete chaos in your soul. You blinked blankly at the skeleton and even though you opened your mouth to speak, you didn't know what to say. There was complete silence in your mind when Sans pulled away from you and sat on the edge of the couch.

*i should go...it would be the best, for the both of us…

He stood up not looking at you.

As soon as he was about to step away, your body finally reacted. You reached out and grabbed his hoody and pulled him back onto the couch, turning him to face you.

You couldn't read anything from his eyes.

*(y/n)?

"Wait a minute, please." You took a deep breath and shook your head. "Just-, just let me think. The first thing you ask is why I'm with you, and you'd leave without an answer. Sans, what's wrong?" You swallowed as you ran your hand over his cheek. He tried to look away again, exhaustion in his eyes, but his gaze quickly locked with yours again. "Did I do or say something wrong?"

*no, that's not what it's about.

"Soo what’s is this about?" The coldness felt suffocating, spreading to your arms and stung more and more in your chest. "I don't understand, everything was fine until now. Did I say something?"

*...no. you didn't say anything wrong.

"Then did I just do something wrong? Are we going too fast? Or maybe you don't like being touched?"

The skeleton slowly shook its head, looking away, trying to hide himself from you.

"But then why? Don't you want to be with me anymore? I'm trying to understand what...what's happening all of a sudden." You had to clear your throat so that the invisible hand would ease the pressure on your back. But there was no answer to your questions again.

"I mean, it seemed like you were happy up until now, I was trying to make sure you didn't feel that this was wrong between us...so that the pace was comfortable for both of us." You ran your fingers through your hair. You looked at him to see if you could say something, or if you could just read something from his face or his heart.

The silence was unbearable.

"Then you don't want to be with me, do you?"

The skeleton monster's hands were shaking, you could almost see him struggling with his thoughts.

"Sans?"

*no...that's not what it's about...I-...

"Then what is this about? Please, let's talk."

You carefully moved closer to him.

"I understand if-, I mean if you've realized you don't want this between us after all," you had to stop steadying your voice again so it wouldn't shake. "But-, but I want to know at least the reason, why? What did I do? Or I just-, if I wasn't enough." You rubbed your eyes, to get rid of the swelling tears but, no matter how hard you wiped, new ones always appeared. And yet no answer was forthcoming.

You didn't understand what was going on. The whole thing didn't make sense to you. Or you tried to look for a reason, but you couldn't find it. Then as you moved you felt a dull pain in your shoulder. You reached over and touched your injured shoulder, it wasn't that serious, the binding was not even visible if you were wearing a sweater. But still, when you got home, you could clearly make out the red stain in the bathroom mirror. It was caused by the beer bottle thrown at you.

Two drunks. Two stupid people. Two nobody. It happened two days agon, but apparently Sans was still shaken up by it.

"Listen, if it's because of the incident in the parking lot, I don't care. The police have already started the investigation and they will arrest those two idiots soon."

He winced at the memory, but didn't answer. The light seemed to disappeared from his eyes.

That dark alley, you two walked by that afternoon, and the memories became stronger again.

*not a small incident.

"Sans?"

*that was no small incident.

For the first time, he turned towards you with real anger in his voice.

*what would have happened if...if was in the middle of the night and those two figures attacked you? or somebody else did, sober and not just with bottles as weapons... I know some people don't take kindly to us being back and Frisk wanting to help...especially with our species...mixing.

His last words were filled with fury and a certain venom, not towards you but towards the world.

*what if I get attacked and I can't protect you? I can't hurt people, but they can hurt you and they already did...I can't let that happen again...not as long as I live...I don't want...I don't want you to get in trouble because of me...I'm not worth it.. .

He buried his face in his hands, and by the end his whole body was shaking.

*gods, I won't let you get in trouble...I can't let you, especially not because of me, who would put you in danger.

"Sans..."

*sorry...I better go.

He moved, but you were faster. You reached out to lock your arm around his body and pulled him as close to yourself as possible.

*(y/n)...let me go, please.

His voice didn’t sound convincing, not even for himself.

"No way, you bonehead."

*but-

"You asked why I'm with you, didn't you?" Pulling him even closer, you gently placed your chin on his shoulder. "Then I'll tell you now. It's because you're important to me, nearly more than everything else combined. I like your exhausting humour and the fact that you listen, even if you can't help directly, you're still there and quietly listening. I know you don't like to talk about feelings, but somehow, that's what usually helps me the most, to understand that it's enough if you're there, by my side."

As you spoke Sans turned towards you uncertainly. You glanced at him, caressing his chin with your fingers. His eyes were fixed on you and he didn't even notice the blue blush spreading under his eyes. Slowly, he gripped your clothes with his hands.

"I'm with you. because I like being lazy with you, or just read and watch TV together. Maybe just have tea and a bottle of ketchup." You rubbed your face in your arm with a small smile. "People might make faces and even look away when we're around. They might have their opinions about us, but I still want to be with you, Sans."

*but what if they attack you?...if you're in trouble because of me...

“Hey,” you gently placed a tiny kiss on his cheek. He slowly relaxed in your arms and snuggled closer to you again. "If something like that would ever happen, it still wouldn't be your fault, you wouldn’t be the cause. I decided that I want to be with you whatever happens," a yellowish light flashed in your eyes for a moment. You didn't even notice that the icy feeling had almost completely disappeared from your body. "People…unfortunately, they're like that, but not all of them. And really, I've never cared about other people's opinion. I just want to be with you."

You looked down into his blue eyes, which now glowed faintly. He just looked at you for long moments, fingers gripping your top.

*I...

"Your eyes are really beautiful." You left another kiss on his cheek.

*...I...hey...it's not fair...so it's not easy to think that you say such things…

He buried his face in your shoulder and let out an honest sigh.

"Really? You're telling me? My skeleton boyfriend just told me one quiet afternoon that it would be better if we weren't together." You stroked his back with the tips of your fingers and little by little your body let go of the tension in your body.

*...i'm sorry...i just...

You rested your head against his skull, hugging his body with your arms.

"Y'know those two assholes did scare me, not going to lie, and I've actually thought about what happened for quite some time. But, I'd much rather be with you than let a couple of lonely, burnt-out assholes tell me who I should be happy with,” you glanced down at the skeleton monster. "Are you a little better? Or would you like me to let you go?"

The answer to your last question was a resounding no after Sans just wrapped his arms around you even tighter.

*it's just, I'm tired...I'm sorry that...I'm like this...

"Thank goodness you're the way you are, because otherwise I wouldn't love you this much."

The room became a sort of surprised amazement. It settled so thickly that despite the gentle wind playing with the curtains, no air movements would be able to mix it up.

*...yes?

One of his eyes were faintly glowing, his bluish blush spreading even wider.

"Easy, you skeleton-boy. Don't overthink it," you smiled as you felt the blush spreading on your face. "I told you that you are important to me, didn't I? It means that I love you."

*I mean-, I'm a bonehead after all

You kissed the top of his head.

"You are really important to me and I never want to lose you Sans."

His fingers tightened again clutching your clothes, and there was a blue light coming from under his hoodie.

*are you sure you want this? I'm not good at fighting, I mostly avoid it as much as possible.

"Yes, I'm sure." Touching his chin, you turned his face towards you. "We'll stay together as long as we both want, okay?" You drew a small circle on his face with your thumb. "And we will solve the problems that arise together."

The confused blue blush still remained on his face. He looked into your eyes for a few long and calm moments and if you had the chance, you would have let him look into your soul as well.

*okay…

With a huge sigh, he buried his face into your clothes next to your heart and stretched out on top of you.

"Then let's have some rest like this" you closed your eyes and put your hand on his back. "Then we can get some food."

He squirmed a little in your lap.

"And we can have some extra ketchup."

*...maybe we really match to the bones.

You embraced him completely with a warm smile and a small scoff.

[mystery-fic-anon]

Pull me close, and hold my hands

Summary: A cute, fluffy slice of winter life where Edge and Stretch go on an ice-skating date together.

Warnings/rating: T, no major warnings, just some ice shenanigans

This is for the wonderful @alennyah for Gyftmas, I hope you enjoy your gift! I loved this prompt, I knew I had to do something with it :D

Thank you to @sin-cognito for beta reading this, you are the best!! And thanks again for putting on Gyftmas, it's been a blast to participate in!

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52826791

Or below the cut:

Hello

As I stated the first time I graded your project, your database’s code is fucked up broken. Even with the password, I am unable to read or search through files which if you were paying attention, is the only thing the project is asking you to do . I CC’d you on a previous email, but I will send the GitHub link here again. I highly suggest you try debugging the code, and if you are still unable to figure out the issue, please let me know and we can set up a time to meet.

Worst Best regards,

Stretch flinched as someone knocked on the door. He glanced down at the bottom right corner of his screen, then quickly stood up. He had only planned on replying to a couple of quick emails, but he’d gotten sucked into a failed attempt to debug his students’ latest attempt at the final project.

“I’ll be right there!”

He powered off his screen and pushed his swivel chair away from his desk. He got up and grabbed an orange jacket off of the back of the chair, sliding it on and picking up a gift bag as he headed over to the door. He usually wore his regular hoodie while skating, but he didn’t know how long he and Edge would be out. While Edge would offer him his coat like a gentleman, Stretch didn’t want to deprive him, so it was better to layer up.

His skates were still in his inventory, and so was his wallet. He shoved his feet into his boots, then leaned over and opened the door.

Edge stood there, cutting a gorgeous figure in a soft red turtleneck, leather jacket, and some tight jeans. He held his own gift bag in his phalanges, and Stretch couldn’t help smiling as he saw him.

Edge’s face didn’t change, but Stretch could see his shoulders lower ever so slightly. He was always tightly wound when they were outside of the privacy of one of their apartments, but Stretch didn’t mind it too much. After he’d learned to start decoding him, Stretch had found that the most standoffish skeleton of their little group had a kind soul.

Edge handed him the gift bag, gently tugging the other one out of his hands. He put it into his inventory, then looked back at Stretch. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I was just finishing up a quick email.” Stretch locked the door, and put his own gift bag away.

He was eager to see what Edge thought of his gift, but there was no rush to open it right away. They had a whole date to do that.

“I thought you were off for the holidays?” Edge asked. His hand twitched, and Stretch happily reached out and took it.

He shook his head, slumping a bit as they began walking to play it up. “Hah, I wish. Students can still submit regrade requests until the 28th, and I have to finish all of them before the next semester starts.”

“That sounds difficult.” Edge squeezed his hand gently, his phalanges curling against Stretch’s metacarpals.

“Yeah, well, I’ve TA’d for worse classes before. I’d rather not talk about work right now.”

“Understandable. We should get going.” Edge turned, pulling Stretch with him as they headed over to the elevator. “Since it’s only fifteen minutes, I assumed we would be walking.”

“Yep, that works for me,” Stretch said. “I bet trying to take a car and parking would only get us a couple of minutes closer, and it’s such a hassle.”

The traffic around his place had been locked up for the past few days by the city’s latest attraction. A pedestrian square that was usually home to cobblestones, a fountain, and some pretty flower patches had been turned into a “holiday village” combining Gyftmas with a few human holidays. It was a bit more lively than what Stretch usually preferred, but he knew that Edge would enjoy it, if only as a chance to prove his athleticism.

“Have you skated before?” Stretch asked. He didn’t usually skate much. He preferred saying awful jokes and teleporting across the ice to get away from any repercussions.

As they stepped out into the streets, Edge looked around, and when he didn’t see any trouble, he began walking and talking. “I used to when I was a child, but it wasn’t like what I’ve seen others doing. It was more about evasive training on a slick surface.”

“Well, that might come in handy if there are any new skaters still figuring out their balance.” Stretch playfully nudged Edge. “Would you catch me if I fell on the ice?”

“Not if it meant I would fall with you,” Edge said dryly, but he smiled when Stretch laughed. It was barely there, but Stretch had gotten used to watching for even the slightest upturn of his mouth.

“That’s fair. I’ll try to keep my legs under me then.”

Neither of them felt the need to speak, so they fell into a comfortable silence. Stretch could see more decorations had migrated into the street, especially in the shops and offices on ground level. He could also see Edge’s handsome face out of the corner of his eye, and he wasn’t ashamed to look clearly and admire his partner.

The skating rink took up a little over half of the square, with a wooden fence surrounding the fountain to keep anyone from running into it by accident. It was a few hours after school had let out, so only a few students were left. There were only about ten people skating, with most of the humans and monsters mingling near the food stands in the holiday village.

Stretch couldn’t help smiling. This was ideal; he and Edge could have some romantic moments, but also people-watch if they wanted to. He led Edge over to the benches next to the rink, squeezing his hand again. 

“This is gonna be fun.” He pulled his skates out and sat down, pulling at the laces of his boots already. They barely went up past his ankles, but he wasn’t wearing them for fashion reasons like Edge usually did. He just didn’t want to soak his usual sneakers.

“I’m sure it will.” Edge sat down and crossed one leg over the other, getting to work.

His movements were elegant and controlled, and Stretch couldn’t help watching for a few seconds before he turned back to his own feet. He had no idea how he’d managed to land someone as elegant as Edge, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Even if Edge hadn’t skated much before, he had no issue lacing them up. He had chosen a pair of black figure skates, the blades polished to military perfection. Once he was done, he helped Stretch lace up his second skate, effortlessly pulling the laces tighter than Stretch had before. Stretch could feel his face flushing, but he didn’t try to look away. Edge deserved to have his care appreciated properly.

He leaned in before Edge could pull away, kissing his forehead quickly. “Thank you.”

Edge’s cheekbones had definitely gotten redder, and he rubbed them as he stood. “Well, it’s easier to do up someone else’s.”

“It’s still nice of you to do.” Stretch stood up. His balance was off, and he threw his arms out as he wobbled. “Oh, damn, looks like I lost my sea legs.”

“That part of the ground is uneven. Come here.” Edge took Stretch’s arm, guiding him over to the well-trodden snow path leading up to the closest door.

A human with a bright yellow vest stood next to the ice rink, and they opened up the door as Edge and Stretch approached. “Hi there! Have you already got your tickets online, or will you be buying some here? It’s eight for a full hour.”

“We’ve got ours.” Stretch let go of Edge and pulled out his phone, showing the tickets to the human.

“Perfect! Here.” They stepped back, gesturing to the door. “Enjoy your time today, and if you want a coupon for some free hot chocolates after your skating, come visit the rental stand! We still have a few left, but they’re going fast.”

Stretch pulled off his skate guards, then stepped over the edge of the doorway. He put them into his pocket, sliding a metre away from the door.

Edge stepped over slower than he had. He kept his eyes on the ice the entire time, and Stretch noticed his blades were wobbling a bit. As Edge closed the door behind him, firmly, Stretch skated up to him.

“Do you want to try together or hold the wall?” He asked, offering his hand.

Edge looked at him skeptically, but Stretch didn’t waver. He wouldn’t judge if Edge did need to hug the wall the entire time; he just wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Maybe he should have found a smaller rink, or somewhere with fewer people, so Edge didn’t feel self-conscious.

“I’m fine.” Edge moved forward and grabbed Stretch’s forearm. “Let’s go.”

Stretch turned so Edge would be close to the wall on his other side, then pushed off with one foot. Edge was pulled into a slow glide with him. He wobbled, but then took a deep breath and bent his knees slightly. He glided forward slightly, but Stretch could feel that he was more in control of it.

“Feeling better? Here, let’s move.”

Stretch shifted one skate, pressing against the ice at a diagonal angle. He pushed three times in a row then stood normally on the ice, riding out the glide with Edge. He could feel a few deeper lines on the ice, but it must have been Zamboni’d recently, because it was pretty smooth.

By the time they were halfway around the rink, Edge had gained some confidence. He used both feet instead of just moving once and then gliding. Stretch was easily pulled along. Edge was staring straight ahead, probably making sure no one zipped in front of them at the last minute. Stretch just smiled, putting his other arm on Edge’s elbow and hanging on.

Edge was strong and precise, and each of his movements were designed to push them along at the perfect pace. Stretch reached out and tapped his fingers on the boards next to the fountain as they skated past it, then scrambled to match Edge’s speed again. He laughed as Edge slowed down, rolling his eyelights as he let Stretch easily catch up with him. The air was getting a bit cooler, but it couldn’t cut through Stretch’s jacket too much, so he was fine.

As they reached the door where they had started, Edge suddenly pushed his feet out. He pulled Stretch to an abrupt stop, ice spraying out from his skates. Stretch yelped, flinching at the cold as some of the ice got into the top of one of his skates.

“What was that for?” He shook his foot, but that only made the ice slide deeper in, soaking his sock.

“You can skate on your own.” Edge smirked at him, then turned around and zipped off.

Stretch knew a game of tag when he saw one. He stamped twice on the ice to make sure the ice shavings in his skate were settled, then took off. He curved to the side, sticking to the direction that most people were using to skate around the rink to avoid any collisions.

Edge must have been faking earlier; he was practically a speed skater now. He leaned forwards, the tails of his scarf flapping behind him as he whirled around the rink. He deftly slipped around another couple, and Stretch smirked as one of them flinched, then turned to look at Edge with wide eyes. He really was a force of nature, and he was killing it tonight.

Stretch could just use a shortcut, but that would end the fun too early. It was rare for Edge to get so playful in public, and he wanted to enjoy it while he could.

Instead, he summoned a small bone attack diagonally jutting out from the wall. It was right at the level of the tips of Edge’s skates. Stretch held his breath, slowing down and crossing his fingers.

He shouldn’t have worried. Edge glanced down just in time, and easily hopped over it. He wobbled again for a moment when he hit the ice again, but he quickly straightened out his blades and began skating normally again. Stretch had to get rid of the bone before continuing, so he wasn’t able to catch up to Edge. He still skated along, moving as close to the middle of the rink as he dared.

After a few more laps, Stretch was finally getting closer. He doubted Edge’s stamina was actually waning, but he appreciated that Edge was giving him a chance to catch up. The sun had almost completely set, throwing some dramatic shadows across the rink and Edge’s figure in front of him. Faint smells of cinnamon and ginger wafted over from the food stalls, and someone in that area was playing holiday music as well.

Stretch threw his arms out for extra balance, speeding up as much as he could. This was it; he would be able to catch Edge. He reached for Edge’s coat, aiming to tap him in the middle of the back.

Edge turned around, grabbing Stretch’s arms and then twisting to the side. The two of them spun wildly, and Stretch yelped as they careened towards the side wall. Edge pushed both of his skates out, bringing them to a stop with his own back only a couple of inches away from the boards.

“Got you,” he said, his eyelights glittering with triumph.

It took Stretch a few seconds to muster a response. He glanced down at where Edge was holding his arms, then back up at his datemate’s face.

“Yeah, you sure did.”

At that moment, the bulbs around the edge of the rink came on. Edge was suddenly bathed in golden, white, and red tones, throwing the small smile on his face into detail. He was slightly out of breath, panting as he squeezed Stretch’s arms gently.

“Are you alright?” He asked, reaching down to take Stretch’s hands instead of holding on to his arms.

Stretch blinked, then squeezed Edge’s hands back. “Yeah. I’m good.”

Edge let go of one of Stretch’s hands, still smiling at him as he turned to stand next to him. “Do you want to do another few laps, then go get some hot chocolate?”

Nothing sounded better. “Yeah, I do.”

“Good. Let’s go a bit slower this time.”

Edge pushed off, and a second later Stretch followed him. He could feel the smooth leather of Edge’s glove through the material of his own, their arms brushing against each other as they glided around the rink. The air was filled with light and sound, warmth and colour, but what truly captivated Stretch was Edge’s profile. The light framed everything; the strong angles of his face, the scar on his jaw, and the lingering grin on his teeth. It might be corny, but Stretch couldn’t think of a better gift than this.

[frostedclock]

Strings to Hold You Down

Underfell!Sans x Monster!Reader

(Soulmate Au)

Chapter 1: New Customers

You sat in your small shop, only the of dripping water filled your ears. Its been like this for a while now, and the lack of customers was beginning to drain on your gold. You picked gently at the stitches that were on your wrist, a bad habit you never really thought much of. Even when you would pull and tug till you felt your pitiful HP go down a few points. You drummed your fingers against the work desk. You almost snort.

Work desk huh? When was the last thing you made?

That dress the scary fish woman forced out of you for her friend. At least the lizard girl seemed kind of nice, or nicer compared to the red haired fish monster who made you give them a Royal Guard discount.

You rubbed your eyes and stood up to go lock the front door and just curl up in the room above the shop you called home. But, just as your fingers touched the knob, the door slammed open. Right into your face.

The ringing in your ears almost made it hard to hear the loud yet gravelly voice that followed the prompt door in the face.

"STUPID WOMAN! YOU SHOULDN'T STAND BEHIND DOORS! "

You rubbed your nose, hoping no blood was dripping out of it. "Um yeah sorry... I guess" you muttered as you stepped back from the doorway. Your eyes come back into focus and to a hulking figure in front of you. More tall then large, you were surprised he could fit in the door without bending his head. A tall skeleton clad in black stood in front of you, it made you feel even shorter then you knew you were. He made a grunt in response to the apology, and his eyelights looked around your dusty shop. You were about to ask what he wanted when he slammed some gold onto the neglected work desk.

" I REQUIRE A HOODIE. MY FILTHY BROTHER HAS RUINED THE ONE HE WEARS WITH DISGUSTING HABITS. GREASE AND MUSTARD. I SIMPLY THREW IT OUT AND NOW HE REFUSES TO STAND AT HIS POST WITHOUT IT!"

You hummed gently as he continued speaking about his brother. When he stops, you finally speak up. " Well I can easily do that .. But I dont know his size. Is he shaped like you?"

The tall skeleton scowled, making the scar down his skull seem deeper. " YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I HAVE TO BRING THAT LAZY- " He snarled under his nonexistent breath. "THEN I THE TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WILL RETURN WITH MY BROTHER"

He whirled in his red boots and stormed out of your shop, leaving you a little confused if not excited about finally having something to do. Even if it was just a single hoodie. Papyrus was the tall skeleton's name you assumed, with a slight giggle on your lips. It wasn't long before you could hear voices coming through the echo field outside your shop. One was definitely Papyrus, but one you didn't recognize.

The other voice seemed to rumble in a deep baritone, one that made your SOUL tremble in your body. You couldn't even tell what was being said, and yet your body felt like it was about to be lit on fire. The closer the baritone voice got, the more your body seemed to sake. You had to get ahold of yourself, otherwise these monsters might think your weak.

And in this world you can't afford to show weakness.

Not again.

Pulling and tugging on your stitches, deep shaky breaths. And you were back.

The door opening without a block this time, two skeletons stood in your shop now. If Papyrus was large in height, the other skeleton -his brother you guessed- made up for it in width. You stared for a moment, before Papyrus filled the warm tingly silence that stretched between you and the unnamed skeleton.

"THIS IS MY BROTHER I WAS SPEAKING OFF! NOW SANS GET YOUR HOODIE AND STOP USING IT AS AN EXCUSE NOT TO WORK!"

Sans, you caught the name even more then the rest of what Papyrus was saying. Sans shoved his boney hands into his black shorts and you watched him look away from his brother as Papyrus continued his little rant, small red beads of.. Sweat?... Went down his skull in places.

Then he spoke, and it made your soul clench. "Yea, sorry boss. I just can't stand around in the snow without my jacket. Ya' know?"

"NO I DON'T . YOU HAVE NO SKIN TO GET COLD"

"Well.. Maybe he doesn't want to be chilled to the bone?" You said, a laugh behind your words.

The face Papyrus gave you made you freeze in your mirth and it turned to nervousness. He didn't say anything though, to you at least. His attention was fully on Sans as he spoke. "I NEED TO GO BACK TO MY PATROL. FOR ALL WE KNOW A REAL HUMAN HAS SNUCK BY MY TRAPS ALREADY. "

And with that the tall skeleton left your shop. Sans stood for a moment, you taking notice he had been staring now. It would have normally made you nervous. Most monsters aren't very friendly and most would rather use you to raise their own LV and EXP. Doll monsters were never big fighters, and you were no exception so most saw you as an easy kill. And some stupid monsters mistook you for a human from time to time.

You clear your throat after a moment and produced a bit of magic making a tape measure with it. " Um.. I guess come over here and we can get started."

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Sans Pov

 

Sans had really liked that hoodie. So what if it was covered in stains? Papyrus had no right to just fucking throw it away! Sans dug through the cabinets as he let his angry thoughts consume him. Those stains were almost like children to him!

"Fuck! Stars be fucking damned! " he slammed the cabinet door shut. The mustard bottle he had stashed was no where to be found. He wanted to drink his anger down with what he had left but Papyrus must have thrown that out too.

Sans drug his slippers across the floor as he headed to his room upstairs. Maybe he could sleep away his irritation. He could almost laugh. Like Papyrus would let him do that. He's lucky to even have the house to himself right now and he had already wasted an hour tearing the kitchen apart .

Papyrus used to not be so bad. He used to hold onto the end of Sans' shorts and cry, and want to be read stories and for Sans to cook for him. Now all Papyrus does is run around doing what Undyne wanted, and yells at Sans at every chance he gets about being lazy and not caring about anything. Sans remembered the week before when Papyrus had gotten angry at him -when wasn't he angry anymore at Sans- and told Sans something that had sent him to Grillby's in the first place.

"KEEP BEING THIS LAZY BROTHER AND NO MONSTER EVEN YOUR SOULMATE WOULDN'T WANT YOU"

Those words stung more then Sans wanted to admit. It wasn't like he thought similar things over the years. If his soulmate was out there she had probably been dusted or worse knew she was his and as avoiding meeting him. It was his luck anyway.

His skull barely touched his unmade bed when he heard his brother come home. He cracked back open his eyesockets, listening to his brother walk up the stairs. He silently wished on the stars he's never seen, that his brother just forgot something and was going to leave without bugging him.

No such luck.

Loud knocking in the door forced Sans to sit up and get back out of bed. "yea yea what's up, boss?" He said trying to keep his tone level. No use in making his brother any more upset.

He just wanted his happy little brother back sometimes.

"YOU ARE COMING WITH ME. NOW."

Sweat beaded on Sans' skull. " now now? "

"YES NOW. YOU WON'T GO BACK TO WORK WITHOUT THAT CRUSTY HOODIE SO I HAVE ARRANGED TO HAVE YOU GET A NEW ONE TO STOP YOUR INSUFFERABLE WHINING"

Papyrus took ahold of Sans by his shoulders, and began to push him out of his messy room. He could have easily shortcuted away to Grillby's where he the the oh so great and terrible Papyrus wouldn't step foot in. But the words registered in his skull. Papyrus was actually getting him a new jacket? Now that was surprising. Sans started walking, grumbling about how he can still walk on his own.

The two walked in what felt like a nice silence for a while. But something was itching at his skull.

"Why ya doin' this boss? Ya havent bought me nothing since you were a baby bones."

Such as his last hoodie. But it seems that didn't matter to Papyrus like it did to Sans. Papyrus scoffed at him as he strode through the marsh of Waterfall. Sans shoved his hands in his pocket and he ground the tip of his gold tooth against his mandible. He should have kept his mouth shut.

"YOU AREN'T DOING YOUR JOB WITHOUT. USELESS. SO WILL BE THE GREAT SKELETON THAT I AM AND FIX IT AND YOU CAN GO BACK TO YOUR POST!"

"right yea.... gottcha' " Sans grumbled. Then he spoke up the last part. " thanks boss."

Papyrus grunted and Sans wanted to believe he saw a flash of the little brother he used to be for just a second but it was gone as soon as Sans thought he saw it. Echo flowers began to pop up one after another and then in thicker patches as they made their way across the thin bridge that lead to a small purple building in the midst of cyan. It had a pair of scissor on the door in yellow and it said in bold enough for Sans to read from this distance. The Stitched Strings? He couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Everyone in the Underground was horrible with names it seemed, not just the human-hunting King.

"WHAT IS SO LAUGHABLE SANS?"

"uh nothing boss " Sans said with a shrug as they approached the little shop. The echo flowers echoing back their words after they pass by them.

Papyrus pushed open the door, and Sans noticed it was like he was expecting something to hit but didn't. He stood behind his brother a bit as they walked in. The smell that filled his nasal cavity and he relaxed the tension he had been holding in his shoulders that he had forgotten he had even been doing. Why was he angry earlier again? The old shop smelled of lavender and some other sweet scent he couldn't place right now. Mocha? Maybe.

Oh shit. His brother was gesturing to him and talking to a little doll monster. She had lovely locks that framed a simple yet pretty face that usually graced her kind of monster. If it wasn't for the stitches that littered her skin he would have first mistaken her for a human maybe.

Stop its prolly' just a nice candle.

Sans shifted and felt sweat running down his skull. Damn his brother was yelling about his coat again, he shoved his hands in his shorts.

" Yea, sorry boss. I just can't stand around in the snow without my jacket. Ya' know?"

"NO I DON'T . YOU HAVE NO SKIN TO GET COLD"

"Well.. Maybe he doesn't want to be chilled to the bone?" It was the first words she spoke aloud and it made his bones nearly rattle at the honey tone of her voice and the fragile laughter that followed. He swore his brother must have heard his SOUL thumping around in his ribcage. He wanted to laugh at the pun, yet the cold gaze from his brother quieted the room more then before.

Sans swore Papyrus used to like skeleton based puns. He used to smile at them at least. He used to smile.

Sans looked away from the harder gaze his brother gave him before he spoke. "I NEED TO GO BACK TO MY PATROL. FOR ALL WE KNOW A REAL HUMAN HAS SNUCK BY MY TRAPS ALREADY. "

The door slammed shut behind Papyrus as he left Sans alone in this little tailor shop? Seamstress? He didn't know and kinda didn't care. What his main focus on was the monster woman in front of him.

He almost didn't hear her speak after she cleared her throat. He watched her magic glitter in the air and a fabric-like measuring tape appeared in glittering yellow.

He watched those lips part and ask in that voice that was driving him insane. Because it shouldn't be possible.

Someone as useless as him getting this Doll as a SOULmate.

"Um.. I guess come over here and we can get started."

[aesrot]

I am wearing my bleached bitb shirt (bc it’s my comfort shirt and I wear it constantly), my blue jeans bc they make me feel more masc, and my skeleton hoodie bc I decided I should wear smth else besides my phantom hoodie every day. This is the style you like?

IT IS. no like it actually is. skeleton hoodie <333

also fun fact after agonising for like 2 hours looking at pinterest and trying to figure out what on earth my style is called (no idea, it depends on how i feel each day) and then talking to u, i got one of my old crop tops and chopped its sleeves off and finally settled down lol (thats as far as i dared to go at that moment alas). no regrets, despite it being cropped, sleeveless shirts make me feel so masc its glorious

[kitsunesfandomtime]

Between Life and Death

Prompt: "I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren."

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Inko Midoriya, All for One

In this forest is where Izuku feels most comfortable among the flowers and the gentle breeze. The sound of birds chirping gently among the wind as he embraces the call of nature in these beautiful green meadows.

Lately there have been patches of barren soil that would seem to cross the land. Random patches that seem to be of someone's footsteps seemingly sucking up life around them.

Thankfully Izuku had some magic to patch up the mess but each day it seemed to grow closer and closer to his village. As if was testing the waters of the area in the dead of night.

He wondered if it was fairies or monsters the thought terrified him as his mother warned him. That he was touched by magic and eventually someone would come for him.

He told his mother and she grew incredibly pale whispering, "He knows he can't be around here."

Izuku didn't understand. Only that she begin to teach him potions for healing and medicine.

Then the patches reached the village and a disease seemed to sweep the land. His mother being a victim along with many others that he was helpless to stop. Left with only books and the knowledge of his mother's dying words.

"You will be ok. You're special he… He's seeking the green meadows that he can no longer have," she whispered as if to assure him. Even as every breath caused her pain, "You will be ok Izuku, he's scary but he won't- He can't hurt you."

Izuku never got an answer. He was the only one untouched by the disease as many other's luck enough to avoid the plague packed up and left. He was slowest to pack up feeling a sense of melancholy at the idea of having to leave his childhood home because of some unknowable monster.

Unfortunately it didn't seem like he was being given a choice.

The death lands have finally reached his doorstep. As if had stood there for the longest time just leeching the life. The delicately cared for flowers and trees were twisted and blackened with decay. Everything that had been full of life was drained from them even the door seemed warped.

Though he couldn't see him he knew the man was in front of him. As he hears a deep voice in his ear, "I have finally found you. My little miracle…"

Izuku felt the touch and it was like he had been tainted. The invisible specter took form in front of him. As the smell of death and decay grew the touch of bones against his shoulder.

But he collapsed from the overwhelming stench of death.

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When he woke up the stench remained though it wasn't as strong. Though he was greeted by a man covered head to toe in a black robe. Only the glint of red from his eyes were clear and the stench seemed to be from him.

"I worried I killed you also some how," the 'creature' speaks as Izuku's eyes glance at the others hands. Skeleton white fingers contrasted with the black robe bits of flesh seemed to have been peeled off.

"Even though I'm quite sure those of my blood are supposed to be immune to my poison," the other muses and Izuku felt his mouth dry. This man wasn't human or if he was he no longer walked among the living. Hiding his face under the hood was purposeful.

"You see I've lost quite a bit of my ability to see. Magic can compensate but it still takes a bit of navigating," the man coos as he lifts a hand to pull back his hoodie. "So tell me. What happened to your mother?"

Instead of a head there was a featureless crushed skull. Skin clinging to his damaged skull head as there were no eyes, nose or ears. Any blood that has likely been there has since dried and the skull despite being fractured barely holds its shape.

Making Izuku more sure this man was a walking corpse.

"You killed her," Izuku was quick to tell this man and it seemed for a second he was solemn.

"Oh… I didn't know she had passed it on… I had wished to speak to her one last time," that man seemed almost sincere but Izuku had no idea who this man was. Looking at him suspiciously he tries to figure him out.

Then the thing turns to somehow look at him. Those empty eye sockets send a chill down his spine as the man hums softly.

"Well I guess we will have all the time we need to get to know each other," the man speaks as if a whole village hadn't died. That Izuku's mother didn't die just from his very presence. The whole area smelled of stench and decay when Izuku still held memories of those beautiful meadows.

He snaps.

"Why do you smell and inflict death on everything around you!? You KILLED my mother with a plague and everything what makes you think I would be ok with that!?" Izuku shouts frankly infuriated at the audacity of this stranger. That he would treat his mothers death as just a pity instead of a tragedy.

There is a heavy pause as the figure of death seemed to smile. As if the others shouting was simply amusement.

"Because eventually your power of life will become that of death too if not careful. If you are anything like me," his body creaks as he stands showing how large he was as he walks toward Izuku. Reaching out he grabs Izuku's face as he forces him to look at his 'face'.

"My brother has long since chosen to die instead of live like this," In the pit of Izuku's stomach he feels this is wrong, "I'm just saving you from doing the same."

The other's touch was cold as ice and Izuku felt the darkest pit in his stomach. As he realizes that soon the very meadows he also adores…

"Let me tell you how I have become this and met your mother," the man whispers as he begins to tell him the story of a monster named All for One.

"There once was a man who loved life itself it was a thing he cultivated with glee along with his little brother. Gifted in magic he caused the very tree and land to spawn to life," the man speaks even as his own body seemed to only scream of death and decay. The idea of this man having once had the power of life seemed impossible.

"But it wasn't enough for him. As his little brother worked with him the man noticed men coming to their home and taking from those around them," he starts and Izuku simply listened...

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Yoichi was the first to point out the men extorting those near by villages leaving the people there with nothing at hand. All for One may have the power of life but he had nothing in the way of defense besides creating walls of trees to cause them annoyance. That should have been enough they could have lived off the land secluded.

It wasn't. Despite All for One's love for his creation there grew a nasty fear every time he saw evidence of these outsiders appearance. Even his brother couldn't reason with him and because he lacked the magic of his brother was ignored.

His little brother refused to help him claiming the lengths he was going was not the deal. All for One's paranoia grows when the man spirals into something monsterous. Claiming if won't use it then he will simply take it to defend them calling his little brother a coward. Unable to see the threat of trying to obtain such things he used his own magic meant to give life to make themselves unkillable.

He sacrificed every one of those men for this power.

And in that moment he realized the 'life' he had praised was also death twisting in on itself. In his attempt to escape death the very power twisted into something dark stealing life from everywhere.

A Lich king.

He was untouchable besides his little brother a caveat he placed on the spell that those of his blood would be immune. Suddenly the small little town wasn't the only thing he wished to conquer. His very body stole life from all that surrounded him with glee as he grew losing sight of the life he once had given freely with joy.

Until the death of his brother fighting against him. And in those final moments the power of life he once had was only that of death. Unable to save his brother, his power of healing was now only bringing death and in that moment the cost was too great. Slowly he began to realize as time passed while he was immortal his body still attempted to decay and age.

Yoichi had left a string of inspired souls to confront and fight him. The monster that sucks the very life out of the land itself gathering others to help him. A lonely task that made him abhor this very body as there was no one to touch him.

Inko had only found him when the latest of these warriors attacked him leaving him on the cusp between life and death.

"You would die if you touched me. You must feel it," he had spoken with a pitiful wheeze and yet still she did touch him.

"I have a talismen of protection. I'll be quick," she whispers and from there is when the miracle happened. By a woman who didn't fear death she had given him a moment of hope until eventually forced to leave. A promise to return to see the boy at least once.

Only to lead to her end.

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"My son, you carry life because I had once carried that very magic. Won't you please entertain this old soul?" The lich coos and Izuku feels something like sadness to the monster. A man trapped in a body that is forever decaying every day wondering how much regret the other must have as he remembers his mothers words.

Longing for a Meadow he can no longer have.

Knowing by being with this man there is a chance he will no longer see those untainted lands as everything this man touches beside his kin is death and pestilence. His very nature screams evil and should be something he abhors and in a sense he does still the stench of corpse still greeting his senses but he accepts this fact.

Instead he looks at the hand of the man that causes so much death whose very existence is an abomination. One that just living as he is causes so much death and destruction as the weight of the talismen on his neck from his mother felt heavy.

"You're barren. You aren't even able to cry even if you wanted to," Izuku notes as the other had no face or anything. Yet still clinging to those with life in them despite knowing he will only cause harm.

"I can't stay with you but... I will find a way to cure you so that you can rest. I think that is what mother would have wanted," Izuku speaks because he can't find it in himself to love something barren and full of death. A man of cruelty and yet there is kinship, acknowledgement that the other is a sick man who has survived for far too long.

"Let me try to cure you then I'll stay willingly," he speaks and this earns a laugh from the lich as if the idea was hilarious.

"Go ahead! I don't care for the why you stick around I would adore to see you try," the monster jeers as if it was a joke to him. The loneliest monster did not see any hope in escaping his self-inflicted curse but he would allow the miracle child to try.

What is an eternity to a being who can't die? Izuku knows this but he can't help but wish to see if underneath this monster was a man.

As his mother had seen something so maybe he could find it also.