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bluepallilworld · 4 years

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✨ Masterpost ✨

Who am I?

People usually call me Blue! But call me whatever you want. I think nicknames are neat. (≧▽≦)

I'm a young adult, french girl, student in an university. Don't let it fool you, I'm 99% childish. So english isn't my first language, I will sometimes hurt your eyes with strange errors. I can't do much about it, bear with me.

Meaning, if you see me doing an error a lot I do not mind if you come explain it to me (gently). If you see me doing errors/typos in a writing, point it at me (gently) I'll be grateful. DO NOT just say stuff like "you made an error" please explain it (gently). DO NOT make fun of me for that (unless I myself am making jokes about it I guess?)

Just don't be mean and we're good.

My birthday is the 17th of march if it interests someone 👉👈

My asks are wide open since nobody gave me yet a good reason to close it.

So come say hi if you want! I don't bite. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

My sona

What do I do on this blog ?

This is my main blog! So there are art posts, silly posts, friends shenanigans, reblogs of art I like or just whatever catch my eyes ✨

If you do not wish to see reblogs, block #reblog ! Same for the asks! #ask I like sometimes to do #tag game and #ask game, I can understand if you want to avoid those. So block!

Don't be scared to tell me if you think I need to tag something with a particular tag! 🌟

My current main fandom is Undertale so a lot of undertale related things ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ sorry not sorry.

Who are my ocs and where to find their refs?

I have original characters and undertale related characters (mainly kids)!

The original ones:

(My lil' buddies) Tipo/Typo, Mallow, Scripta, Mallow, Pif, Tuple, Meringue, Winner, Citron Meringue Kreamshiz

("Legends Of A Village") Moonjell-Jittary Fluterryzblossom the 3rd (Aka "Moonie"), Waterbell

The undertale/UTMV related ones:

-shipkids: Mimosa, Sigma, Lint, Soot, Mu, Milkyway, Vivid, Kirpa, Kilm, Nona, Palida, Claret and Vermilion

-ocs CommonTale : Mynnash, Jar, Seabyl, Scorim, Amélie.

-ocs that lived into a multiverse full of undertale aus but technically aren't undertale ocs: Schpoom, Vary and Shift, Dasha, Nipal Twees, Toddh, Wolly.

-ocs I dunno where to put, utmv ocs I guess: Nada and Tutto, Gummy

-ocs deeply related to UTMV for some reason: Fancy, Jasy

I adopted one, Starry Noodle!

I also have an undertale au, CommonTale.

I have pink versions of Nightmare and Geno!Sans (characters belong to @/jokublog and @/loverofpiggies): Orchid and Berlingot

Oh and this characters often have several versions, I put the links in their refs (links to drawings people did of them too when I don't forget)

Now I also have Wakfu ocs! : Voline , Niffika (wip), Dashim (wip)

Rottmnt ocs: Kihima Cyclatite, Shoreley

Just click on the names! Direct links to the refs!

"Great grand resume of wtf's happening with my ocs"

Policy about asks?

Just keep in mind some of the people that go on my blog aren't adults yet so keep it family friendly if you can!

All my ocs (and random versions I created for fun) are open to asks. You can suggest things but I'll only draw what I want in the end. ✨

There is one version you can't ask here tho, the adult version of my oc Mimosa. He has his own blog ! @ask-storyteller-mimosa 🌟 This side blog is set up on a future timeline (12 years in the future if we compare with the main timeline on my main blog)

I don't draw kisses or too intimate stuff, I don't hate it that's just a personal choice.

Reblogs and reposts?

Reblogs are always appreciated!💕

Reposts are a no-no. If I catch someone reposting without even asking first...

Fanarts and use of characters?

If one day, you have the crazy idea of drawing or just using one of my characters, please tag me I wanna see! Just please be sure to respect the age, gender or capacities of the character. ❤️

If you're unsure about anything, ask me!

If you're one of my friends...

Go wild I trust you (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Shipping ?

I just added this at the last second XD. Just in case. I don't really think this one is needed but we never know what could happen I guess ¯\(°_o)/¯

If you got the idea to ship one of my characters, I obviously have no control over that XD. Just do that with the ADULT version please. A good part of my ocs are kids, little kids (8, 5, 2...). I think you can understand why I wouldn't want that?

And your ships won't be canon. There can be exceptions if I really like it tho (≧▽≦).

I would like more platonic ships if possible but I can't control what you do so have fun I guess

And no ship war here please. I'm here to have fun and I'm not the only one I think.

One last thing!

You have one sec to play rock-paper-scissors?

I'll update it every so often (≧▽≦)

I'm sure I forgot something

#mainpost #links #reference #ref #ocs #my oc #my blog

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utmv-headcanons-for-the-brave · 4 years

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Headcanon timmmmeeeeee-

I’m. Not tagging this. Because I’m too tired to type out all of those tags. But, all. Haracters here, unless stated otherwise, do NOT belong to me, and belong to their rightful owners. With that out of the way, let’s get right into these wonderful headcanons.

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Dream and Nightmare don’t hold any grudges against each other(anymore), but they still fight and stuff because the rest of the Bad Sanses enjoy it. And because Ink’s a dumbass and would forget to not pick fights with Nightmare.

Nightmare and Dream usually just mildly inconvenience each other, (mostly Nightmare) but don’t do anything(usually) that would put the other in a life or death situation.

Even in a non-ship kind of relationship between Ink and Error, when the two aren’t fucking with each other, Ink will sometimes try to help Error with his fear of touch. Only sometimes, though, and only when Error isn’t angry at Ink for something. Which, is rare.

When/if Nightmare reverts to his ‘passive’ state, the rest of his gang sorta treats him like a child at first, but then Night proves he can still kill things, and they immediately stop. Likely because Nightmare was like “Hey keep that up and you’re next”.

And there’s gonna be more under the cut I just don’t want this post to be super duper long-

Dadmare. Just. Nightmare takes care of his gang like they’re children. If they’re sad, he tries to make them feel better. If they need to vent, he lets them. If they’re hurt, he takes care of their wounds. I think you get it.

Nightmare likes to bake. Like, just tandom shit. Cookies, cake, brownies, you name it, he can probably bake it.

Everybody Error cares about has a plushie that he made for them. Who all has a plushie, you ask? Well, that’s up to you.

Ink, despite being a bastard man that likes to annoy people, does try his hardest to remember people’s triggers and fears so that he doesn’t fuck up and bring up some trauma or make someone have a panic attack. And, if he forgets, he will apologize profusely because he very much so didn’t mean to.

Chara and Asriel like to have very, very odd conversations. Like stuff like “what is the meaning of life” “does the universe ever end” and so on. This makes Toriel and Asgore very concerned.

Geno is hella touch-starved.

Reaper is also hella touch-starved. But for more obvious reasons than Geno.

Killer is afraid of the dark, because he doesn’t want to look like a target, but, that’s all people will see of him in the dark. A glowing target.

The fandom can’t decide if Sans sleeps too much, or too little, so I’ve come up with a solution. The answer is both. Because that’s what Sans thinks. But it depends on the situation. If it would benefit him to be like “yeah I sleep a lot” then it’s like okay he sleeps to much. But if it would benefit him to be like “oh I don’t sleep” then he doesn’t sleep enough. I personally believe he doesn’t sleep enough though.

Geno and Reaper, even in a non-ship relationship, would probably hold hands, just so they could feel someone else’s touch. Y’know, ‘cause, due to Geno being stuck in the save screen, and Death killing pretty much everyone he touches, neither of them really feel another person’s touch. Ever.

Edge is only an asshole to his brother because he’s like “well I don’t want him to fucking DIE, and he’s fucking stupid so- if I’m mean to him then he’ll realize other people are probably worse” and so yeah. He thinks being a little shit will help his brother not die. And, he’s kinda right, I guess. I mean, Fell isn’t dead yet.

Fresh unironically says ‘owo’ and ‘uwu’.

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Okay this is all I’ve got but if y’all wanna- request some. I can think of more. I know I sound desperate, but, uh, it would be awesome if y’all could send some asks. I dunno I just like interacting with people ahahahugvjgvgffygfygfugug

#mmmmm yes #headcanons #utmv #undertale au #undertale #headcanon #ask to tag

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secret-time-is-here · 4 years

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From memories to Trees

Chapter 7: Investigation

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“Dream?” The skeleton kept his back to him, “Dream?” He asked again, finally getting a short acknowledgment, “I’ve been trying to get your attention for a bit now... you doing okay?” The shorter skeleton sat down next to the older.

“Just… thinking I guess.” Dream shrugged, wings drooping, falling into a heap on the couch. Talons poking out the mass of leathery, scaley skin. “I had another dream again, but it was different… the ending was. I was encased in stone… then in broke. Then Nick and I were standing in the Dreamscape.”

“Nick?” Blue questioned, terribly confused.

“I-I mean Nightmare and I were standing in the Dreamscape,” Dream corrected himself, a fire yellow dusting his cheeks at the slip-up. “Nick… Nickolas is Night’s old name. Centuries ago. Before all these stupid powers and wings.”

Sighing, Dream got up, stretching his wings out and walking away. Mumbling something along the line of “I shouldn’t have said anything…”

Trudging forward in the cold, indefinite-winter woods of their enemies’ old base, Blue set out to investigate. There had to be something more to Nightmare than just some crazed evil villain. If there was something more to Error, a glitch in the system-who the whole multiverse thinks is evil, despite him just protecting the fragile structural balance, than there had to be something more to the hated King of Darkness.

Pushing the beaten-down door open, the swap sans walked into the old run-down cabin. Puddles everywhere from melted snow leaking through the thin wood boards and straw of the roof. He could only hope whatever was left hadn’t been affected by the conditions.

Walking into the farthest room, he found the carving blocks and art materials again but tried to look further. Any name etched into something, a sign of an owner. Something that could help him. Sitting down on one of the two twin beds, he ran his hand along the backboard. Smooth, completely and utterly smooth, until you reached the very end. The side closest to the wall had a name carved into it. Running along the already imprinted details of the board was written as clear as day: “Killer’s”

He got something. There had to be something else left behind. There were two beds, who did Killer share the room with? No name carving. Not even under it or written in marker of the mattress. Checking the closet over, the top shelf had scattered papers left behind. A date, time, and name written in plain handwriting on the back. All the artwork was Cross’. Ink was partially right.

But, does that mean Killer had done all the carpentry work? All the fancy carvings? The etched vines in every doorway? The grass that ran along the baseboard? The flowers that flew up the railing to the second floor?

If Killer had this secret talent, this secret passion, one that was free and open. Like Cross who had his drawings hung around the house, paintings across the walls, what else were they wrong about? Did Nightmare really help the passion grow or did he simply not care what they did in their free time?

The next room proved the same. Cookbooks that had scratchy handwriting that belonged to Horror left behind in the hurry of escaping Blue and the Star sans’. The four-poster bed shoved in the corner having dozens of star charts glued to the top of the canopy. Chemical formulas and spirals of notes of different experiments hidden in the highest corners of the closet. Dust’s printer like handwriting clear in his love for science, possibly enough to make Science Sans jealous.

Rushing to the next room, Fresh’s name written in curvy swooping handwriting in the tag of all of his clothes. Extra shades with different 90’s phrases written on each stored away in a dresser drawer. A sewing machine painted like a galaxy hidden in an unsuspecting box in a corner of the room. Sewing supplies carefully organized and tucked away in the cabinets of the desk. Spools of thread tucked away under the double bed. Those had to be Error’s, he’s the only one that Blue knew could sew and knit. Some of the spools even looked like the color of Error’s string.

The final room… had nothing. Not one hint to one it belonged to. The blankets were mismatched. Pillows old and worn. Mattress sunken. Closet empty. Every drawer empty. Underneath the bed was clean, the walls bare without a single tac or tape mark. Not a single scratch of paint. It looked ready for a college student to move into.

There had to be something. This had to be Nightmare’s room! But, there was nothing. Not a single thing that could say someone had once lived in its dark depressing walls. Desperate for anything, Blue tried anything he could think of, opening the back of drawers, trying to pull out the bottom, a loose floorboard.

The room was wasted by the time he was done.

Exaughtsted and failing his personal mission, he laid down on the bare mattress… to feel something off. Like there was a hole in the middle of the frame.

Jumping up and pushing off the hunk of foam and cotton to see what he’d been looking for. Carefully carved. There was a whole perfect for a box. Now, if he could find that box. The lid was left behind, with the curvy swooping word’s: “Nightmare’s stuff” written on top. Whether it was with the dark King himself or stashed away in the house somewhere, he was determined to find out.

Running upstairs to the office, full of emotion and hope, Blue checked everywhere. Behind every left behind book, under the rug, every floorboard he could reach, into the small and crowded attic, even looking at every bookmark. Only when he rummaged through the desk, did he finally find something.

A drawer that had a false bottom, a large stash of gifts and cards, works all from each of the gang. Every. Single. One. Entitled to: “Dad”

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He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there, staring into the drawer when someone snuck up behind him.

“Well you’ve really made a mess of the place,” a glitching voice suddenly spoke, “Couldn’t keep your nose out of my family’s stuff, huh?” Hearing the playful tone, Blue whipped his skull around the see Error smiling down at him.

“So… I was right… there’s more to all of you than the multiverse thinks.” Blue spoke softly, still stunned with the new information.

“Common let’s get you out of here… Are you okay with going to the AntiVoid for a few minutes to talk? It’s the safest place we could go to.”

“Yeah… uh, let’s go then.”

Shortly, Error had opened up the portal and the two of them began to talk in the AntiVoid, catching up and the destroyer answering questions about the gang. It felt like too soon someone dropped in on them.

Feeling a portal open, Error quickly stood up, using his body to block Blue from sight and letting his magic spark. Warning anyone that dared come close that they would be getting a one-way ticket to hell if they didn’t back off. Seconds passed and the destroyer’s whole form changed. A stance of protection to a full-body reaction of shock then extreme worry.

“FRESH!” Error’s harsh voice glitched out, the words barely understandable.

Out of the portal had fallen a harshly beat up small skeleton. One he wouldn’t even recognize as Fresh if it weren’t for the broken shades barely covering his eye sockets. Up close, his body was so small and fragile. Young bones with more scars than likey Dream and Nightmare’s age. The marrow and blood rushing out the wounds and dark bruising clashing harshly.

“Alright, Blue come on, I don’t care if we’re supposed to be enemies- I need to get Fresh back to the base and I’m not leaving you alone here again.” Error quickly explained, gathering the much smaller in his arms easily, opening a portal presumably to the hideout, pushing Blue in first.

Straight into the living room.

Where everyone was.

Including Nightmare.

If Error wasn’t right behind him, he would’ve been dust on the spot.

“Blue investigated the house, he understands us, we were talking in the AntiVoid, Fresh is hurt, I couldn’t leave him behind.” Error promptly summarised before anyone could say anything, carefully laying Fresh down on an empty couch, rushing to get his healing magic working to at least stabilize the younger until they gathered, some healing supplies.

Nightmare gave a quick nod before shooting Blue a glare, daring him to do anything or attack them while one of their’s was down, before running off to get something to help Fresh.

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It took some hours, but eventually, things calmed down and soon Fresh was healed and asleep in his room. All the boys went back to their bedrooms, getting ready for bed. And Blue, Error, and Nightmare were left alone in the living room.

“I just can’t be with them anymore.” Blue finally spoke, surprising the other two, “They’ve been lying to the whole multiverse about you guys, they hurt Fresh-- …that kid has more scars then either of you have years to your names.” Blue sighed, putting his head in his hands.

“So you’re just going to leave your team? Everything at your base? Aren’t they your friends?” Nightmare asked, turning to his softer side without realizing it.

“Friends? We barely work as a team. Ink and Dream live at the base, I kinda live where ever I can. Lately, I’ve just been living in a small cabin I found in the woods of my AU.” Blue explained, he hadn’t been back to his underswap in years. The code started to glitch over time, and now, he doesn’t even know the AU anymore. His friends are twisted and his brother is possessive and overprotective.

“Well if you want, you can have a place with us...” Nightmare shyly offered, laughing a bit at the stars in Blue’s eyes, “No one deserves to live like that, c’mon, we’ll get you some food and then find an empty room for you.” The King of negativity smiled gently and for a moment, Blue thought back to when things were nicer. His soul swelled with hope.

He happily agreed, giving Nightmare a strong hug without thinking. The dark guardian did nothing but laugh and smile.

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Error and Fresh belong to @loverofpiggies

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale

Horror belongs to @sour-apple-studios

Killer belongs to @rahafwabas

Blue belongs to the undertale community

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sansy-fresh · 5 years

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Take me to the stars

a commission done for @yastaghr <3

tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Fluff, Outer is called Comet, Injury, Blood, Broken Bones

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When Error first found that he could traverse the Multiverse with just the tips of his fingers, he was almost positive he would never again return to the Antivoid. There were so many possibilities at his literal fingertips that he’d never have to come back if he didn’t want to. He could travel where he wanted, kill who he wanted, keep who he wanted, and he had all the shows he could possibly ask for!

Undernovela was his first love, but he quickly discovered that watching a few of the others, even the darker ones, was quality entertainment. Watching them and joining them in their worlds was more fun than staying in the silent Antivoid had ever been, and Error had about zero plans to ever go back.

Of course, that plan lasted right up until the first actual, full blown panic attack. His breathing got heavy, his chest ached, his vision blurred until it was black and the next thing he was aware of, he was back in the Antivoid. At first he’d cursed and screamed and clawed another portal open, desperate to be anywhere else… and that was when he’d found it.

Outertale, as it was called in the Code, was… something he’d never thought he’d care about. He’d seen the name a few times, in a few iterations, but this was the first time he’d ever been to one. And he was enthralled.

Stars, galaxies, nebulas, as far as the eye could see nothing but endless space, the only ground beneath him the hard dusty rock of a meteor. He could sense the souls of the monsters trapped on this rock far off, beyond the horizon of what he could see, and while the voices screamed for their deaths… he sat. Tilted his head back. And gazed at the stars.

The voices tended to quiet down, when he was there. They still screamed full force when he left, which made it hard to leave but he didn’t feel like he belonged there anymore than he belonged to any of the other AUs. The Antivoid, he’d decided after long contemplation under the stars, was his unfortunate home. He returned there after hours, days spent in Outertale, listening to the voices tell him what to do. Then, after the necessary dust was shed, another AU crumpled under his strings, he’d return.

It began as a trip to quiet the voices, but it became a necessity for his soul. The stars, the quiet, all of it was a balm to his broken soul and he couldn’t ask for a better salve. He’d never leave if he didn’t have to, but there was nothing keeping him there other than the stars and even those didn’t have as much power over him as the voices.

He should have figured on the Sans of Outertale finally catching on to his presence. It was just so peaceful that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

~.~

When Comet first learned from Undyne that there was some strangely colored skeleton hanging out on the farther edge of the badlands, far enough away that he wasn’t a security concern per say but worrying enough because he was opening portals to get there… well. He was pretty quick to warn her to keep anyone away that might provoke or try to talk to the skeleton and went out himself to see what was up.

Upon confirming his suspicions that it was the Destroyer that was showing up for days on end and just… sitting there? Comet felt perhaps his first move was a big rash in hindsight. In his defense, it was the Destroyer ; the skeleton, the Sans responsible for the death of so many innocent monsters. Comet didn’t know why Error felt the need to go around killing people, didn’t know why he might come here for any reason other than that. So… they fought. Remembering back on it, Comet might have realized that Error had been badly startled, his eyelights wide and full of panic as he summoned bones and strings to fight with.

Comet had barely escaped that fight by the skin of his teeth (heh), and only because in the end, Error opened a portal back to some sort of white void and hopped through. It closed before Comet could decide whether to give chase or whether to take a shortcut home and lick his wounds.

So go home he went, where his Papyrus helped him heal up and insisted to know just what was going on. Comet was honest and told him about Error, and forbade his brother to go anywhere near the dangerous skeleton. Papyrus agreed, but only because if he went to talk to Error, it could mean less valuable time getting monsters to safety at the main base.

Comet kept an eye socket out after that for Error, but the Destroyer didn’t show up again for months after their fight. It had been so long that he’d started to think Error wasn’t coming back, a little thing like relief sitting in his soul, until he came back to that same spot and, like a dark angel from the stars above, there was Error.

He was wearing different clothing, more concealing of his brighter colors and his skull, but Comet could feel his LV from where he hid. He couldn’t sense just how much it was, which was likely because of Error’s nature, but he could feel it was there.

Unwilling to get into another fight (since the last one had gone so well), this time Comet simply waited, and watched. He had to be sure Error wasn’t doing anything nefarious, wasn’t scoping out their universe to see the easiest ways to scramble the code and dust everyone in it. He needed to prepare everyone if that was the case, though he wasn’t sure how much time they actually had before the crazed maniac just started flinging strings around and dusting people.

But, after a few days of watching, waiting, watching some more… nothing happened. Error, the Destroyer of worlds, Killer of the masses… simply popped through a portal, sat, and stared up at the stars.

Comet himself was… less than impressed with stars, anymore. He might have been, if monsters were still on Earth, but after being among them? With no escape? If anything the stars had become his prison, twinkling in laughter at their plight. Most other monsters still held some form of reverence for the stars, seeing as how the Angel was a star herself, but no.

No, Comet had no love for the stars. But… he thought he might have understood why Error did.

After a little while longer, Comet decided that, rather than contacting Ink and the other pretentious little assholes that followed him, he’d take care of Error himself. And he’d do it with all the hospitality a Sans could give. Which was decidedly about none, but hey, could you blame him?

“‘Ey, bud, ya like ‘dogs?” he asked, stepping loudly through the dirt towards a very surprised Error. The other stared at him warily as he plopped down, sitting a good few feet away, leaving him plenty of space to shortcut if Error tried anything.

And, well, if he figured giving Error space to breathe might be the polite thing to do, that was between him and the Angel.

“WhAT dO yOU mEAn?” he finally asked, seemingly confused. Comet could take a few guesses as to just what Error was confused about, but instead simply held up a ‘dog. A nice, round water sausage in a bun with relish and mustard, just how Comet liked it.

Not that he could assume Error would like his ‘dogs the same way, but it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Error stared down at the ‘dog with a sort of wary skepticism. “WhAt’s ThE CaTCh?”

Comet grinned. “50g for it? Its a quality ‘dog, c’n promise that.” It really was, not that it was worth a solid 50g but Comet liked to pride himself on as quality ingredients as he could gather.

Error’s nose scrunched, before he glanced down at the ‘dog. Comet waved it helpfully, watching as Error glanced back up at him before raising a brow.

“yOu waNt mE tO EaT ThAT?”

Comet nodded, grin straight as a ruler.

Error considered it for a moment. “HoW AboUt 500g?”

Comet snorted. Hook, line and sinker, even if it was a bit weird. Error was crazy, though, everybody said so, so maybe it wasn’t as strange as Comet felt it was. He dutifully handed over the ‘dog with magic when Error reached out for it, watching with a sort of unwanted satisfaction as Error took a bite, smiled a small, secret grin, and looked up.

“aLrIGht, pAy uP.”

Comet blinked, confused, the look on Error’s face similar to a cat who’d caught a mouse.

“WhAt? YoU jUSt SaiD yOu WAntEd mE tO eAt iT.”

He stared, hard and lifeless for a moment, before a laugh bubbled up out of his throat. As per the agreement he hadn’t even realized he’d made, he tossed the awarded g over to Error, who caught it with a grin and a wink.

“DoN’T TrY tO OUtfOx a SAnS.” Error said, getting to his feet and brushing off his ass before opening a portal and hopping through it.

Comet stared at the empty space he’d been for a while, still a bit in shock. “I am a Sans, though.” he finally said with a laugh.

~.~

There were a few times, after that, when Error would show up and Comet would leave him be. The guy wasn’t doing anything but enjoying something Comet’s universe had in spades, was probably even enjoying the peace and quiet, so he left him alone.

There was one time, however, that Comet came to check on him (the small back of takeout from Grillby’s had nothing to do with anything, he just wanted a snack) and… Error didn’t look so great.

Comet had his fair share of problems, depression and what not, but…

Error had been laying on the ground, curled up into a ball, his hood pulled over his head tight and little errors surrounding him like static. Comet felt it was probably not best to touch him, remembered that fight they’d had in vivid technicolor as he sat a wrapped burg down beside Error’s head and sat a little ways away, but closer than he’d ever tried before.

It took a while for the trembling to stop, Error remaining in that curled up state for a while longer before he seemed to register that Comet was there. His shoulders tensed, even as he sat up a little, refusing to look in Comet’s direction even as he grabbed the burg and unwrapped it, taking in the smothered double cheese and relish burg before he took a bite.

Comet stayed there with him until, again, he stood, brushed himself off, and headed back to that white place.

After that something seemed to change, something falling into place that had the two of them growing closer. It wasn’t anything romantic, Comet wasn’t really interested in anyone like that and Error seemed a little to unhinged to actually consider those kinds of feelings. But, after a few more visits, a few more burgs and ‘dogs and even ‘cats shared, they began to talk.

At first, it was small things. What kind of ‘dog or ‘cat was their favorite, what toppings they liked on their burgs, what Comet’s Grillby was like, what Comet’s Papyrus was like (that one ended with Error needing to leave early, for whatever reason). Then… before they knew it, they were on to the big stuff. The heavy stuff. The stuff that made them lay awake at night with hollow sockets.

Comet talked about why he hated the stars. Why he wished more than anything that monsters could go back to Earth and stay there. Why he sort of wanted to die sometimes.

Error talked about the voices that screamed and cursed and told him what to do. He explained why he did the things he did, why he killed the people he killed, why… why he felt like such a monster he could barely even breathe through the guilt.

It was why he continued coming to Outertale. Why he returned so often, why he came back over and over and over, it was because the voices were so much quieter here.

He felt… at peace here. As much as he could feel it, at any rate, and as much as he’d just rather stay, someone would find out. Someone would come, and attack him, and he’d blank out and this whole universe would be destroyed.

Comet felt that was a little much, but he understood. Ink was a bit of a relentless fuck; he’d always wanted to take Error down and if he knew Comet knew where he was? There’d be bloodshed, no doubt about it. Ink liked to play pretend as one of the good guys, but could someone with no emotions, who experimented with peoples’ lives for fun, really ever be a good person?

Comet didn’t think so. But again, he was pretty good at the whole “judging people” thing, so who was he to talk? Ink could be the most standup guy there was, but since he had a vendetta against Error? Comet could care less about the guy.

Eventually it was noticed by the other monsters that he seemed to be feeling better emotionally. The Dog Guard picked up on it almost instantly, asking him who he’d met that’d put him in such good spirits. “You smell like black bones!” they’d say, and he’d chuckle and wave them off, siting that he’d met a new friend who was shy and stayed at their house mostly.

None of them ever seemed to want to know more than that, which Comet was grateful for. He wasn’t sure how to explain to everyone that he’d befriended a universe murdering psychopath; that would go over well, he was pretty sure.

Papyrus asked for the truth, plain and simple, and Comet gave it to him. His brother had been concerned, at first for his safety and wellbeing, but gave his blessing for whatever friendship this turned out to be.

“It’s not a marriage, Paps.” Comet had said, teasingly, and Papyrus had simply waved him off with a scoff.

“It could be, one day! You don’t know for sure, but until you do, you have my platonic blessing!”

Comet simply laughed and hugged his brother, Papyrus returning it happily.

Of course, all good things come to an end, at some point. The first few days Error didn’t show up, Comet hadn’t been concerned. Sometimes the voices were too much and Error never wanted to come over when he was dealing with that.

After the first month, however, Comet started to get worried. Ink could have found him, Nightmare could have taken him, anything at all could have happened in any universe and Comet would have no way of helping him.

After the sixth month, Comet had given up hope. He returned to napping at his station, slacking off at Grillby’s, and… after that last, final, twelfth month. Comet stopped going back to the sitting place.

Papyrus had asked him what was wrong, and Comet just… couldn’t put it into words. The feeling of abandonment, the feeling that he hadn’t been a good enough friend, that Error had found somewhere, someone else to spend his days and share his food with. It scared him, sorta made his depression worse, and really he just didn’t want to talk about it.

So he didn’t.

And it wasn’t until nearly three months later that Undyne ran into the skeleton brother’s house, yelling that the “random ass charred ass skeleton” was back. Papyrus had gasped in shock, Comet blinking for a moment before he was up and on his feet, opening a shortcut to the sitting place before he could think.

For a moment his vision blurred, it must have, because while the colors were all right, Error’s bones shouldn’t look like that. They shouldn’t have been dislocated, broken, covered in bright red marrow that made the black of his face pop.

Comet stepped forward, the sound making Error jerk in surprise from where he was sitting hunched on the ground, his eyelights glancing around before they settled on him. His sockets widened in surprise, then crinkled in happiness as he made an aborted attempt to move forward.

“hEy CoMEt, yOu, uH… YoU GoT ANy ‘DoGs bY ChanCE?” He winced as he spoke, Comet taking it all in before he ran over, pulling Error into as tight of a hug as he thought he could manage.

“I missed you, bastard.” Comet snarled, even as he leaned back and began pumping healing magic into Error’s bones. The skeleton himself seemed to be in a daze, a dopey grin on his face as he stared unblinking at the stars. It was silent for a long moment, Error saying nothing and Comet focusing on healing as much of the damage as he could manage.

“SorRy, gOt cAuGht.” was all he answered, Comet choking on a sob before he finally let his magic ebb, the drain of it making him lean hard into the ground, Error leaning against him. Slowly, he sat back, letting the two of them lay back into the hard dirt, both exhausted and aching.

“Stay wit’ me. Here. Don’t leave again or I swear I’ll let ya die next time.” Comet said, voice filled with unspoken, deep, painful sorrow. He’d lost Error once, he couldn’t do it a second time, no matter who might come to his universe seeking bloodshed. He’d shank a bitch before he’d let anything else happen to his friend.

Error simply glanced at him, eyelights still blown wide from the pain then subsequent healing, and nodded.

Comet could have cried in relief, but instead, he fished his phone from his pocket, letting Papyrus know he’d be home later. He had a nap to take, and a buddy to take it with.

#fresh writes #oneshot #angst #hurt/comfort #mild fluff #injury #blood #broken bones #outertale sans #errortale sans #error sans

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7/13/18 -- Sister Nicole Ritman, Spain, Madrid Mission

El Diablo Wears Prado

Today´s subject line comes from the Elders in my district who love to sing "Jesuuuuus es mi luuuuuuuz" all the time, but they don´t remember the words, so they just sing that line for every part of the song. the song is The Lord is my Light, but the Spanish version sounds way better for some reason.

¡Hola a todos!

Can you believe that I´ve been a resident of Spain (we got our residency cards from the police station about the second day here, which looks like a blue plastic Barbie castle) for more than a week?! Also I apologize for advance about all my convention errors. I cannot figure out this Spanish keyboard and Spellcheck isn`t being helpful.

Well, half the group met up at the Amsterdam airport. The other people were in Paris. We had a few hours, so I got stroofwaffels to share, which were so delicious after airplane food, and we wandered around to every part of the airport. We even found an outside balcony where there were chairs covered in leaves. Eventually, we got to Madrid in the evening and got our companions, tags and dinner. I feel so legit with a tag. I even had a dream the second night here that I was at home, but I showed everyone my tag and said "I belong in Madrid!" "Send me back I belong there!". I´m not even lying lol.

The CCM is the fourth (telestial kindom of classes), fifth (terrestrial kingdom of rooms) and sixth (celestial kingdom of the dining hall. We have food from a lot of countries. My favs are ribs, the rolls with olive oil and balsamic qinuoa soup and the fried plantains we had today). Every time we go on the stairs, we have a PERFECT view of the Madrid temple. When I was little I wanted to live on the temple grounds and now I do! We can study and chill and we do service once a week on the temple grounds. (The other days we can do sports, usually futbol in this edgy urban graffiti pit, baloncesto in the stake center gym, workout in the exercise gym or volleyball).

My compañera is Hermana Quist. We get along really well because we have the same crazy humor and also teach lessons together well. So far, we´ve gotten our (fake for practice) person who were teaching (church update they are not called investigators anymore!) to learn the first two lessons and we even shared personal experiences and got to know him all in Spanish! El don del lenguas (the gift of tongues) is real guys. She actually nannied in Madrid last year so it was super cool that she got called back here.

Theres only about 35 people total, including a district going to Ukraine in the CCM. I know everyone, even the teachers. I love it its like a little family! I´m in the Abinadi district with Elder Jackson (District Leader, knows how to put us on task but can take us off too. Super funny.), Elder Holland (From Cali and is full of life), Elder Brown (From Virginia, has a more lowkey but also hilarious personality), Elder Ashby (one of the funniest people I´ve ever met and that makes class fun. He tries to set all the CCM teachers up with each other.) The other Hermanas are Hermana Hanna (her name is super fun to say in Spanish and she´s so talkative sometimes it´s so fun) and Hermana Mortenson (super chill and really cute but has a fun streak). Together, we´re one of the most fun districts and all our personalities balance each other out. We have district bonding at least once a day because we all get along so well.

Well, the daily life in the CCM is a lot of Spanish lessons and gospel lessons, fully in Spanish (we´re the intermediate district I guess). Spanish was always a fun class, but now it´s so much more satisfying when there´s actually an end goal of ACTUALLY LEARNING the language!!! It´s so motivating and we even did a Spanish session in the temple today. Super legit. (A temple session is where we perform ordinances for our ancestors so they may be able to return to live with God in heaven someday.)

I´m skipping a lot, but I have to talk about PDay today...

I AM IN LOVE WITH A MAN NAMED MADRID. This city is so lively and full of music on the metro and beautiful architecture. On Saturday, we went to Retiro Park to proselyte. I was SOO awkward and I had no excuse because everyone I talked to spoke English. We did exchanges and I was with Hermana Mecham. But, we got a referral from an elderly man. Pretty sure he just wanted OUR numbers (like he kept asking us) because it seemed like he just thought Hmna Mecham was young and cute. Oh well. At the end, we all sang songs in Spanish and English and I saw a bunch of people taking pics of us.

Before I talk about PDay today, I have to say that we got pulled into the stake center by a Portuguese group visiting the temple. The youth sang the EFY medley (Armies of Helaman and As Sisters of Zion). It was so funny because a lot of the missionaries thought it was in Spanish and looked so scared because they didn´t know any of it haha. But anyways, the youth sang to us and I felt the Spirit so strong! We ARE the armies of Helaman and we´re bringing the world his truth!

The Preparation Day outing was amazing. We went to Puerta del Sol, which had the kilometro cero, the center of Madrid where the street is zero. We then went to the Plaza Mayor, where bullfights and heretic executions would happen in the old days, but now it´s just fun to see and crazy expensive apartments are on top. Life goals right there.

The highlight was the Chocolateria San Gines, which is a cafe that has been serving churros con chocolate (its not sweet but they´re SO GOOD) since 1894. I saw Stevie Wonder´s pic on the wall.

Finally, we hit up Primark for those essentials we all inevitably forgot. If you ever go to Europe, go because it´s pretty cheap.

I love the CCM so much. It can be really tiring sometimes, but it´s honestly so much fun being able to get close to everyone because it´s so small, feel the Spirit 24/7 and have a bunch of fun jokes with everyone. We literally have a notebook of Ashbyisms for everything funny he or someone else says in class haha. It´s the best.

Thank you all for supporting me and being good friends to me before! Don´t think that me loving Madrid doesn´t mean I don´t miss you all!

Hermana Ritman

PS I´m so sorry I totally ran out of time for personal emails! Next week for sure!

Also sorry this is so long I doubt the test will be. it's just been a long week!

Pics: Most are on other peoples cameras and phones. I only have our 4th of July patriotism and Pray today

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