#and others babies skelles :'')

[peachyxboy]

A Love so Sweet, it Hurts 🥀 - Hello Hello 💐

El Michoacano - Albuquerque, New Mexico

Circa 2004

Lalo never thought himself to be an anxious man. He never had a reason to be. Despite all the things he's done, and will continue to do, he never really had nerves in his stomach or a tightness in his chest. He always had a calmness and joie de vivre that just came naturally to him. However, the feeling of anticipation didn't leave the whole time. The excitement of knowing by the end of the week, he would finally get to see her. Though, as much as he wanted to spend the time thinking and planning out their evening, unfortunately, Lalo had some bigger fish to fry. He still knew his reasons for being here, and that his real goal was to run the business as smoothly as possible, while also trying to get to the bottom of what Fring was planning. Specifically, his business with Werner Ziegler. He knew there were no associates with that name, or any plans of expanding to Germany. At least, they (the real cartel) weren't. The more Lalo found out about Fring, the more questions seemed to turn up.

Nevertheless, there was still business to be done like today's count. Nothing was out of the ordinary, aside from Lalo's thoughts. "Werner Zeigler...Werner Zeigler. Zeeiiigler," he murmured to himself, not caring if Nacho found it annoying (which he did), "You know how many Werner Zeiglers there are in Germany? Twenty-seven. Twenty-six now, according to Mrs. Zeigler.

Nacho just shook his head as he fidgeted with a salt packet. "I told you, I never heard of the guy."

"What about 'Michael'?"

Nacho leaned back in his chair, "Like I said, I only know the names of two guys over there."

"Yeah, yeah. Victor and Tyrus," he rapped his fingertips on his thighs, before his gaze landed on the street dealer and he pointed towards him, "You."

"Y-Yeah?" he asked anxiously.

"Werner Zeigler, you ever heard of that guy? Werner. Zeigler?"

"Uhh, no."

"What about Michael? A bald gringo. He's in the game."

The dealer just shook his head, and Lalo dropped the subject for now. However, he did continue to talk out loud, before turning to his two men and trying to sniff out if there was anything else. "So there's nothing new going on, huh? Nothing...different?"

"Like what?"

"Like anything."

Nacho was silent, but Domingo shot him a worried look before turning to face forward again. Lalo immediately noticed and turned his gaze to him. Unfortunately for Nacho, Dom couldn't keep a secret with that baby face and doe-eyes. "What?" Lalo asked sternly.

Nacho could see the other start to grow nervous from the pressure, so he tried to quickly interject, "It's nothing."

Lalo gave him a look, to which he only tried to explain it away, "It's nothing, man, couple of skells on Fourth have been complaining that this stuff is stepped on."

"Stepped on?" he looked towards baby face, "You hear that too?"

Domingo finally turned to face him and shrugged, "They say it's different."

"Different how?"

"Skells complain," Nacho tried to reassure him, "It's what they do."

Lalo thought for a moment before standing. "Okay. Show me."

Nacho and Dom gave each other one last look, before Nacho stood to drive him. Just as they were about to leave the restaurant, Lalo turned back and took out his wallet, "You know where Lovelace Hospital is, right Domingo?"

"Yeah, why?"

Lovelace Hospital

Tala on the other hand was not fairing well with the anticipation. She had already misplaced two of her pens, and it wasn't even lunch yet. A million things were going through her mind, and while plans of cocaine distribution and possible rivals weren't one of those things, she still had a very full plate. The thing that was bugging her the most, were her feelings towards Lalo. She would be lying if she said there wasn't an attraction, but what Tala didn't know was how far that attraction went. Obviously, she could only speak for herself when it came to her feelings. She liked Lalo a lot, probably more than a lot if she were being honest, but there was still things she had to consider. For all she knew, she could just be a fling Lalo wanted to distract himself while here in America. Additionally, she didn't know if and when Lalo would return to Mexico, and she didn't wanted to get too ahead of herself in thinking what that would mean for them.

As much as her mind wanted to stay on the topic of her love life, Tala still had a job to do. She was doing her rounds when she noticed a familiar face standing at the nurse's station: "Dom?"

He turned and she could see in his hands were a bouquet of roses, "Hey, doc."

"You visiting someone?" she asked.

"No, these are for you," he said as he handed them over.

Tala smiled as she took the flowers in her hands, "Confessing your love already?"

He blushed and laughed, "No, they're from Lalo. I'm just delivering."

She immediately paused and looked at the card attached to them:

Two more days.

This time, Tala's cheeks went flushed as a smile formed on her face. "I-I...tell him I said thank you. Sorry that he made you deliver these all the way here, though."

"No, it's cool. I'm not the only one."

Tala's expression turned puzzled, "The only one?"

Just then, the elevator had opened and a procession of eleven of Lalo's street dealers came in with a bouquet of all different kinds of flowers. The sight was definitely something to behold as these rough-looking thugs all had a bouquet in hand, before placing it on the desk in front of her. Everyone had stopped to look at the commotion, the nurses giggling with excitement at the new material they would gossip about later. Tala stood there in utter shock, but her heart did flutter at the idea of Lalo planning this romantic gesture.

During her lunch break, Tala had stepped out to make a call.

"Hello?"

"I thought we agreed on no more causing scenes at my hospital?" she teased.

"Doctora. So you got my flowers?"

"Yes. All twelve of them."

"I didn't know which ones you likes the most."

"You know, you could've just got one of each flower for one bouquet."

"And why would I do just the bare minimum for you when I can always do more?"

Admittedly, Tala did feel the familiar fluttering in her chest again when he said that. "Well, I just wanted to thank you. They're all lovely."

"I'm glad you think so, I wanted something that could try and match your beauty."

"Are you just saying that so I'll see you sooner?"

"Depends, can you?"

Tala chuckled, "Unfortunately, I can't. I have another late night. Sorry."

"Don't be, I enjoy waiting for you."

Just as Tala was about to say something, she heard her pager go off. She sighed, "I have to go, but I'll try and call you when I can."

"I look forward to it."

Nacho's Car

Nacho had tried not to vomit while hearing Lalo speak with the doctor over the phone. Honestly, he wished he traded placed with Dom and didn't have to sit through all this lovey-dovey shit. He had spoken with Fring regarding the doctor, and Gus had advised to try and see if there was anything serious going on. And if the doctor was to get involved more than just physically, that he should report it immediately. For Tala's sake, Nacho hoped she wouldn't. He had only interacted with her in passing when she was still Hector's doctor, but she seemed like a good person. And way too smart to get involved with a Salamanca. He was relieved though when he finally hung up.

"Are you in a relationship, Nacho?"

He glanced over at his boss for a second before back on the road, "No."

"No girlfriend, wife? Nothing like that?"

"No," he repeated.

Lalo just hummed as he looked at the passing buildings, "So you wouldn't know a place to take someone on a date? Somewhere nice? Not a club, but maybe a lounge or restaurant."

Nacho was about to reiterate himself when he got a sudden idea.

"I might know a place."

[ash-the-bee]

Hiya! I’m Ash! It’s nice to meet you!!

Some stuff about me!:

I am autistic and nonbinary! I love drawing and talking about my OCs! My current hyperfixations are: TADC, Weirdcore, Bees, Hello Kitty, Toca world, Slay the princess, BG3, and Indigo park! I am a minor! I will not be saying my age, but I am an itty bitty child!! [ <- doesn’t have a job !! nor a bank account !!! chat pls ]

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Blogs I run:

@artsy-anonymous [ Main ]

@afusc-and-co [ Other OCs ]

@sweetheart-artsy [ E!AU ]

@asb-draws [ Drawing Blog. ]

@astra-the-star-loving-goth [ Wife 🫶 ] { Blog isn’t going to be used anymore. }

@rosesugar-thesinger [ Sugar ]

@tim-the-silly-demon [ Baby ]

@arbysauce-the-god [ God!Arby ]

@chica-artsy [ FNAFxTADC AU ]

@the-emo-kitty [ FPE Skell ]

@the-sorrowful-one [ Underblog OC ]

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Siblings: @thattransdudeee @blanca815 @rainidaz3 @crispybacondoesstuff @honeylavendersweets @xxmoonduskxx

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Boundaries!:

This isn’t a role play blog! But I’m fine with talking about role play stuff!

Don’t use my art for AI art! I’m fine with simply drawing something for you instead! Just please ask!

Don’t vent in my ask box please. I am not in the mental state for that at the moment. I would like to hear your rambles and infodumping though!

{ This may get updated later. }

Rules!:

1: Be kind!

2: Don’t spam asks

3: No sexual/NSFW asks. I am a minor.

4: Don’t talk bad about my friends on here. You will be blocked.

Triggers:

Suicide

Self harm

Needles

Photos of real blood

Knives

[winterpower98]

I am here to talk about my OCs!

Because @elianaroselight and I have talked about them so much we developed 4 RPs about them (that have been going for over a year now) and got a whole system going

Buckle up, it's long

First, there's Ju Ling's family, who now has 3 mates and 7 children (without counting the ones she lost). Her mates are Ju Jing the oni, Ri Shi and the white tiger of the west, Baihu. Her siblings are Hua and Ping, who have, respectively, the vermilion bird of the south, Zhuque, and the azure dragon of the east, Qinglong, as their mates.

Then there's Yue Shi and his mate Fengbao. Feng became friends with their doctor Jiahao, who had two twin kits that became friends (and enemies if you ask Shu) with Feng's kits. Jiahao's husband is Pingyi, who teaches sign language, and is friends with Ju Jing because he and his sister (name missing) were all at the same orphanage. Pingyi is also Cixin's teacher, Zan's adopted son. He's not mute or def but has trouble speaking and often communicates by repeating sounds or words (in the voice of the person that spoke them). Cixin and Tai Shi (one of Ju Ling's cubs) have pet ducks together.

The biological mothers of Tai Shi and the rest of the tiger cubs are Lan (who has Tai Shi, 2 tiger cubs that she lost, and Ju, a lynx cub she adopted) and An (who has Jingyi, Ling Min, Heng and Yawen) Tai Shi's dad is Qiong Qi, no one likes him. Baihu is the father of the other cubs. Depending on the AU, An and Lan are platonic mates with Ju Ling and the others and live in a huge ass house.

But anyway, Baihu is a big sweetheart who does his best to be a good baba. He loves seafood and spicy food and Ju Jing and Ri Shi very much feed into that. Lan grew a passion for gardening and plants and it was a great bonding moment for her and Ju Ling.

But anyway, all of An's cubs are adorable Jingyi likes plants and helps her moma with her garden. She even found a salamander once and wanted to keep it as a pet. Heng loves the sky and the sea, which works well with his uncle Ping, who works at an aquarium, and his yeye who used to be an astrologist. Yawen likes the sky, but specifically the clouds. He loves Wukong's nimbus and asks him to conjure it any time he comes over. And Ling Min is a little fighter that loves dragons and adores her gugu Mei.

Then there is Bai He's family. Obviously, her parents are the general Ba and Beng. Her wife is Zhi Hao, a gibbon demon the size of a wardrobe which works as a blacksmith. So you know, guaranteed thirst trap. Their children are Hua Mei, the oldest girl, Hao the only boy, and their twins Guiyin and Li Lei who is named after the empress of the kingdom of women, who Bai He is friend with.

There's also Kai Hu's group of friends! They call themselves the lost ones because Kai's cousin calls him Peter Pan. They are Chao a cat fish demon (not a catfish. a cat and fish demon), Juan a one-eyed cat demon, Fen a bunny demon, Bo the only human and Huangshu, a gibbon demon that was adopted into Kai's family and became his cousin.

And then there's Shu's group (she is one of Yue Shi and Fengbao's triplets kits), aka Lupin gang wannabe. Shu is of course Lupin, then we have Leale, a dog demon who is 100% based on Jigen, I'm not even going to hide that, and just discovered that he has 2 siblings, and Rampion, who was made as a joke with Skelle but he fits in this group of misfits. And I can't forget the Fujiko of the group, Junjie, who is also one of Jiahao's kits. The other one of Jiahao's kits is Xinyi who married Bao, Shu's second brother.

Last group that I can remember is Ling Min's family. Her mate is Hebo, a leopard gecko demon, and their adopted kids: Xu Qiu a dear and lion demon, Bian a they/them human, Hongbo an otter demon and Wuyue a baby lizard demon that Xu Qiu found in the snow

[webkinztournament]

Skell's Opinions - June 23 Polls

They're funny, I swear. Please remember that these are just virtual pets and stuffed animals. I will not rise from the depths of hell to strike you down for liking them (as metal as that would be).

Something about pets with spots just looks nasty. The signature German shorthaired pointer has a cute plush, but please, keep those in-game spots away from me. Also earth fawn looks like leafeon. Here's a cute image of the dog plush as compensation to whoever this take pisses off.

Reindeer calf's smile sees something in my soul that even I didn't know was there. Fear. It's some kind of fear. He looks cute in-game though, promise. I have to give it to purple goldfish, however, for having the cooler pet specific item (and being purple).

Honestly, poodle and mocha pup are equally as good. Defaulting to poodle for simply being more OG.

Wow I hate the cute octopus, but I hate the pioneer pony's patterning more. From afar, it looks like its flesh is falling off the bone. Put it out of its misery.

I can't stop thinking about how the kiger mustang looks like Chris Mclean's ponysona. HELP.

Lollipop snail looks like something out of Turbo (derogatory).

Akita puppy comes with a cherry blossom hot tub??? Yeah no springy kangaroo is dust.

We did it. We found the worst Webkinz. It's texting puppy.

Literally what is on top of groovy gorilla's head, it looks like a sea anemone gone parasitic.

Ya'll. Ya'll. The Rottweiler has a pool table with a chain on it. And his food is served in a studded bracelet. The Webkinz I never knew I needed.

Hoppy floppy bunny wins by virtue of not being celestial unicorn.

Signature horse is VERY cute, but I had to side with Rockerz cat for being horrendous in the most endearing scene-kid-wannabe way.

Weimaraner is the obvious choice when up against a print catastrophe. What is wrong with you all for voting musical Dalmatian? There's worse prints, but I stand firmly on my ground.

I dislike the tinker pets, but I hate the goblins.

Brilliant penguin has a way cooler pet specific item than 2023 French bulldog.

Ok, tanuki versus axolotl is a wild matchup. These two are tanks that could easily destroy many other foes, and yet they wound up together. Pity. I sided with tanuki for weeb points.

I'll admit, I voted for glamorous gorilla ironically.

*Sigh*, do I have to pick the cat? Well, black panther cub was up against ballet pup, so I guess I do.

Kiwi parrot is a very cute concept, but I'm handing it to the sea otter for also being cute, and, more importantly, having a plush.

Chonk boi expectation versus adult human man reality:

White swan. Based.

Cocoa dinosaur is a lesson in how to do Valentine's day without inadvertently telling me you only learned 2 colors in preschool (pink and red).

Angora bunny has a cute plush, but they really dropped the ball with the wing-like ears. Buttons bear is stinkin' cute, however, and comes with a little sewing machine. Bless.

Basset hound. It has everything. Being a classic pet, having a cute plush, and, most importantly, being able to wear more than just shirts, hats, and glasses. Sorry not sorry, blue bay dolphin.

Signature cheetah is so yellow, it looks like cheese. I like cheese.

The boxer is inoffensive, but sheep is baby.

[alusniper]

Where is your skeleton?

are everywhere...

Skelle wolfie, Angry Skelle, Friendzone Skelle And The Royal guard Tsundare Skelle (And others :'''³👍)

[caramelsmiles12]

Resources 7.2021 

Maxis match and alpha user.

Not everything is listed due to missing blogs/download links.

I am always open to WCIF messages.

You can find my CC finds blog here. 

𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈  

Lilith’s Honey honey

Lilith’s Apple Pie

Lilith’s Apple Pie v2

Lilith’s Feathers

Lilith’s inked girls 

Lilith’s Supernatural skins as custom

Lilith’s Zombies skin as custom

Lilith’s Alien Flavor

Ephemera FMW fixed

Ephemera FMW customs

Ephemera Realistic Skin Tests and 5 skins

hemfbg’s camera shy

Brattylulu’s asian skin

io’s Those Darn Skins

Berrynooboo’s Axiom Skin

Lemonlion’s 3t2 Sushi Sims tattoo skins

Mouseyblue’s Advent 2012 skins

Keoni’s Rei skin

Keoni’s Lilith’s Marigold skin edit

Sim-Stranger’s Lilith’s Honey skin add ons

Digital Angels’ skin blend/edits

starlla’s honey invasion

Poppet’s green feathers

Poppet’s minty skin

whysims 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19

𝑀𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓊𝓅  

Ephemera freckles set

Various Ephemera sets

Ephemera eyebags set

Ephemera 0216 eyelashes, eyebags set, 1201 eyelashes

Lilith’s Golden Wings blusher

Lilith’s Beautiful Mourning & Halo lips

Lilith’s Poppy lips

Lilith’s Matte lips

Lilith’s Rosie lips

Lilith’s Primrose lips

Lilith’s lip sets

Lilith’s Mayberries & Leh nose mask

Lilith’s Pancake nose mask

Lilith’s Nose mask 1&2, Innocence & Heavenly lips

Lilith’s various nose masks

Lilith’s Whispers set [SS gift so direct link]

Lilith’s Delicate set

Lilith’s makeup set 

Lilith’s makeup set 2

Zoiudoney 4t2 sims3melancholic makeup set

pooklet makeup set

holo-trash’s Puppet lips

vidcunds’ lilith’s eve skinblend lips for every skin

Voeille’s layerable eyeliner/eyelashes set

Kraris’ lipstick 1, 2

Kraris’ blush & eyelashes

Voleste’s weasley ear & nose blush

starra234′s pores & tattoos, tattoo set 2

Digital Angels’ moar eyelashes than you’ll ever need

Digital Angels’ tifa mouth corners edit

2fingerswhiskey’s Hardware (braces overlay)

Scarypudding’s spotty blush

DeeDee’s Hairlines

Submarine Eyeshadow

pmg’s simple eyeliner remake

pmg’s [insert clever name here] eyeshadow

pmg’s add on trapping noses in darker shades

pmg’s 4t2 pralinesims’ e-girl pack

simsmustsmustle cc bundle

title sims’ kiss me lip

0201-sims’ blusher pack

0201-sims’ mixed set

0201-sims’ reuploaded hawk’s lip piercing

0201-sims’ en fleur blush

0201-sims’ 3t2 simsimi eyeshadow

falkii’s jelly eyeshadow

falkii’s cloudy day eyeshadow

bugjartimedecay-off’s white polka dots blusher

alexiswires’ wings v2 blusher

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈

Ephemera brows

simflake’s BROWS! BROWS! BROWS!

io’s murphy brows

Digital Angels’ eyebrows 1, 2, 3

Poppet’s Bumper Brows

Mrs M’quve’s eyebrow recolors

suratan-zir’s eyebrow sets 1, 2, 3, 4

𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈

Nagisims’ Amber eyes

c-cerberus-sims-s’ ts4 to ts2 eyes

Digital Angels’ Ingrid eyes

Digital Angels’  Remus Sirion Eyes 103

Digital Angels’ Mouseyblue inspired eyes

Digital Angels’ Remus Sirion Eyes 33

Digital Angels’ Aioria eyes edit

Digital Angels’ Praline eyes 95

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝑀𝒶𝓍𝒾𝓈 𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

Enjoyingmypain

suratan-zir

minicule

falkii

hazelpuff

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

socialbunny

episims

mystic-hysteria

lola-curious

Poppet hairs 1, 2, 3

skell

alien pod

keoni

remi

oawus

lilith-sims

victoria sims

berrynooboos

sinjin-balani

natashaunas

55woodlandrive

krabby sims

trotylka

mikexx2

phoebe-twiddle

𝐻𝒶𝒾𝓇: 𝒜𝓁𝓅𝒽𝒶 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

aehklnt

LilRoisin

redsimmer-blog

evannamari

amidalasims

eric.c

Simborg

xwhitepolar

mrs m’quve

charlotka

entropy

memento-sims

fakebloood

katsurinssims

𝒞𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

falkii

platinumaspiration

DeeDee-sims

eric.c

Brattylulu

e-neillan

episims

Kurimas

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

Pop

Marja

Claudette Corleone

kayleigh-83

MDPthatsme

YanderePlumSims

monilisasims

dinalangraab

biffysims

skell

keoni

oawus

diamond eyes universe

always sims

memento-sims

victoria sims

knowledgeaspiration

vulrien sims

mikexx2

rented-space

katsurinssims

skeleton tea

hemfbg

𝐵𝓊𝒾𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝒹𝑒 [𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇]

beautifulnerdkitty

TheNinthWaveSims

Limonaire

Nika Onishko

Moocha’s Muses

Misty Sensation

More Popcorn

thimble sims

Pixelry

kayleigh-83

grungetrait

Mustluvcatz

simsinsania

tenlittlepandas

Poppet

zerographic

skulldilocks

biffysims

honeywell

alien pod

vixsims

remi

oawus

mrsreval

0201-sims

fakebloood

tony-veis

shasta

veranka

kahlena

autumn-rosesims

nanashisims

𝑀𝑜𝒹𝓈

No Pause Frame

The Sim Manipulator

Macrotastics

Child Support

New Turn ons

Anyone Fight Burglars 

Auto Save Game

More sensible “Can my friend come over, too?”

No Sim Loaded

Smarter EP Check

A lot of Cyjon’s mods tbh...

3 want disablers

Faster Pet Learning

Batbox

Enable "Rent Furnished Apartment" Outside of Debug Mode

Towel Mod Lite

Faster Novels

Hula Dance & More

Use Inaccessible Beds

Homework Placement Mod

Call anyone

Separate Top/Bottoms for non-Everyday Clothes Mod

Soft outdoor shadows

Children can get cereal from fridges

TS1 to TS2 Prank Calls

Marriage: Last Name Changer

Confess to Cheating

For Sale Sign

Hacked Coat Hook

No Smiling in CAS

Party mod

No Autonomous Play Computer Games

No Look At Me

Everything blow here is for AL EP only. After the is list done, there is a link to other EPs for this mod. Please do choose the right EP for your game. 

Death by satellite higher chance

Visitor Controller

Perfect Plants

Sim Blender

Triplets and Quads Random Chance

Same Sex Marriage

Preg for all genders

No Swoon Romance

No Shade Eyes Salute

No Shove Look Through

No Auto Diary

No Auto MP3 & Handheld

No Auto Hang out

No Auto Jump on Bed

No Auto Napping

No Auto Noogies

No Auto Smell Flowers

No Baby Toddler Swarming

No Bogarting OFB Toys

No Dancing in Silence

No Pet Obsession 

No Meeting Professors

No Whining at Missing Objects

No Weekly Report

No Friends Needed For Careers

^^ click here for other EP options of these mods ^^

Job Level Label

Smarter Lights

Mirrors Go Down With Walls

Shadow Fix

No Hobby Stalkers

Go Under Spiral Stairs

Static UI Poses

No Pet LTWs

No Plantsim due to spraying

Jump Rope Outside

Faster University Education (36 hours)

Simply Leftovers

Single Slap Only

Stay Things Shrub

Stuck Object Remover

Personality, Please!

Wild Child

ACR

Monique’s Hacked Computer, Add ons

Sliders

Hidden Toddler/Pet interaction unlocked

𝐹𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈

Epsilon

Kahlena’s Chasing Miss Pretty face templates undefaulted

Pip

Gamma

Beta

Butterflies and Hurricanes defaults

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Howdy! So, S/o who has been battling cancer for 3 years (and the skelle has been with them the whole time) tells them they are cancer free? Dancetale, FarmTale, Outertale, Horrortale and Undertale? thanks alot!

Undertale Sans - He is so relieved. He was preparing for weeks to the eventually of losing you that he didn't even think it could be better eventually. That's probably one of the very rare times you'll see Sans cry. He needs to evacuate the pressure with tears and very bad puns, I hope you're ready.

Undertale Papyrus - The doctor can't even finish their sentence, Papyrus and S/O are already screaming and dancing in the room, celebrating. Papyrus is so happy he's taking you right here right now on a trip to another country so you can both finally relax and party until you can't stand up anymore.

Horrortale Sans - He is shaking, still not sure if he's believing you. He was so scared of loosing you he became quite protective in the last months. And now you are fine again, and he is scared that if he loses his guard, it will come back. He's going to need some time to fully accept everything is ok again. For now, he just wants a hug.

Horrortale Papyrus - Like Papyrus, the doctor can't finish talking. Willow jumps on them and crushes them against his ribcage, crying like a baby. The poor doctor is not even touching the ground anymore and quite terrified. Then he finally lets them go to do the same thing with S/O which is much more receptive. He feels so relieved. He can finally stop worrying.

Outertale Sans - He is so happy he loses the control over his magic and flies to the ceiling, dragging you, begging him to calm down, the doctor, screaming of terror, and many objects with him. Everyone is looking at you from the windows of the room, in bewilderment.

Outertale Papyrus - Sun wanted to be a brave boy and promised not to cry even if the result was bad. He tried, he really tried, but after holding himself for five seconds, he loudly bursts in tears and squishes you against him, so happy and relieved.

Dancetale Sans - His eyes are shining when the doctor said you are cancer free. He can't stop himself. He runs to the door, then runs in the corridor, screaming his S/O is cancer free so everyone know the news. You are waiting awkwardly in the exam room with the doctor, in silence, while he is harrassing every one waiting in the corridors of the hospital. He will come back eventually, right?

Dancetale Papyrus - He drags S/O and the doctor in a sudden totally improvised salsa. The doctor is trying to stand on their feets, just like S/O, still trying to process they are cancer free. Salsa is a bit too excited about the news, he needs to dance to calm down so deal with it. It can take a while, hope you have a good endurance. The doctor sure doesn't and flops on the ground like a brick after thirty seconds.

Farmtale Sans - That's obviously because of that cow poop medicine he gave you all these years! His grandma said it could cure anything! You don't have the heart to explain him how Ben and you replaced it with ice tea years ago because you didn't want to die of this while you were fighting cancer. Sam still thinks he saved you though. You will have to dissuade him to sell his shitty potion to big pharmas before he discovers the truth.

Farmtale Papyrus - He's not as exhuberant as the other Papyrus. He just hugs you tight and won't let go for a very long time. Not a lot of people notice him, so he is happy to have more time to hang with you. It might even convince him to finally take a step forward and propose you to marry him. Now that the nightmare is over, everyone can move on!

[skellebonez]

Hey, hey Skelle. 41and 51 with Spider Queen/Macaque/Wukong with the three adjusting to Spider Wukong and the first two trying not to be obvious that they're having a crisis.

Oh I know these two are absolute fucking disasters after Spider Wukong happens. They are the biggest bi/pan disasters and Wukong knows it. Here is some very important artwork that you need to be aware of (because I use them as references).

Spoilers for, well. Everything.

Can you teach me how to do that?/Can you two save the kissing for later?

"You did this," Macaque said bluntly to the Spider Queen, not taking his eyes off the display in front of them. "You did this and I don't know whether to thank you or hate you."

"I am aware," she sighed, only looking away to look down at the four armed and four eyed spider monkie beside her. "Is this a formal complaint?"

"Take a wild guess," Macaque managed out out, resting his head in his palm as he tried to stop the swishing of his tail.

"You're hopeless."

She turned back to watch Sun Wukong effortlessly move things around his island. It was always easy for him, it would take no effort for the Monkey King to move a tree with one hand. Except now... now he was a six armed and massively tall Spider Monkie just like Macaque. Only taller. With two more arms.. And always shirtless. And as he displayed this massive amount of strength he was gently grooming one of his many monkey subjects so carefully in his extra arms.

A dangerous sight for his two partners to behold.

~

Things had calmed down a lot since, well, everything that happened. Most of their lives were much less hectic with Spider Queen and her family combining with Team MK and the White Bone Spirit finally dealt with.

But that didn't mean they could afford to just relax all the time. There were still enemies out there, more so with the side switching and the reveal of MK being Spider Queen's son, and given the transformations both immortal monkies went through they needed to stretch and move around to keep themselves in decent shape. So that was how they found themselves in a light sparring match, working out excess energy and finding it more enjoyable than they had in centuries.

"You're getting rusty, Peaches!" Macaque teased, using his four arms to cartwheel sideways and then backwards with much more ease than he ever had before. "Come on, you have to have some kind of trick up your non-existent sleeves!"

Spider Queen watched from the sidelines in the shade, shaking her head at the terrible banter. "Speak for yourself."

Wukong didn't say anything, just smirked and rushed at his partner. Macaque strafed to the side, easily dogging the kicks and punches and finding himself let laughter bubble up as the fight continued. It had been so long since their last spar and he felt almost as good as he had ever been!

And then Wukong gently grabbed his face.

Distantly he felt four hands wrap around his four wrists and that was all the warning he got before Wukong flipped them sideways and Macaque landed backwards in the dirt.

He froze, the six armed spider monkie's top set of hands cupping his face like it was made of glass. He was suddenly very aware of exactly how close the other's face was to his own, how the lighter hair of his sideburns blended into his regular hair now, how bright green the other's eyes were and how wide his pupils were (was that normal? he couldn't think well enough to remember), and how excessively tall he was. He was so tall.

"I win," Wukong announced, hands now cradling the back of Macaque's head to keep it from hitting the dirt and wrists still held captive in his hands. He chuckled as he rolled them over again, so easy and so strong and Macaque felt like his own limbs were putty as Wukong sat back against a nearby boulder. He only watched with a wry smile as Macaque fell forward, hand out between two of his own arms to catch himself before he face planted into the other's chest. He felt Wukong let his wrists go, his middle arms on either side going to rest on his waist in some fashion and one of hi lower hands running up and down his back with claws digging through the coarse fur.

He didn't move the hands cradling his face.

"You're cute like this, you know."

Wukong said this with a soft low chuckle, and Macaque tensed up as he felt the taller's hand move from running along his spine to trail up the back of his tail from base to tip. His now massive stature making this a much easier endeavor, especially when Macaque's traitorous tail lifted of it's own accord to meet the touch against it.

All Macaque could do was tense as his fur poofed up, ears flared out, face flushed red, and an odd choking noise that sounded like it was mixed with a deflating tire escaped his mouth.

"Oh no... oh no, he has it baaaaaad," Spider Queen breathed from a distance, unable to hide the flush of her own face. "I made him more powerful... he's doing this on purpose, I know it."

Eventually Wukong stood the two of them up and had to run off to take care of some of the baby monkeys on their island home, leaving Macaque to stand there. And watch. As he left.

Then he immediately covered his face with his hands and screamed into them.

Spider Queen snuck away from Macaque later in the day, finding the courage to ask Wukong "Can you teach me how to do that?"

He laughed but obliged.

~

Spider Queen wasn't unused to moving around on her real legs, she'd done it before. Like when she had tricked Pigsy (and Tang by association) at the food market that long long time ago. But she had relied on her mech so much since then and had been ripped from it so violently, torn from it in a way that wasn't supposed to disconnect her from it at all, and then spent so much time in... whatever plane she was trapped in within the Trigram Furnace that walking again was difficult at times.

Then again... maybe if she hadn't insisted to herself that she needed to wear longer dressed and massive pumps and wedges and heels to make herself taller, so that she wouldn't have to crane her neck to look at her partners and so they wouldn't have to strain their backs to look at her... maybe she wouldn't be in this position.

Not that she was complaining. Oh no. Complaints about this exact scenario left the second it started.

She'd followed at least some of her partner's insistence that she stop wearing stilettos until she got the hang of safer heels. She was wearing wedges this time, still tall and extreme and probably not the best for someone still recovering. But she managed well enough.

Until she stumbled standing from the stool at Pigsy's, her legs more tired from the walk then she had expected.

It almost felt like it happened in slow motion. She was headed face first toward the floor. Then two arms grabbed her from behind, then another two, then when her momentum stopped a fifth and sixth brushed her hair away from her face as Wukong stood her up back onto shaky feet.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his grip loose but not entirely letting go yet. "Do your legs hurt?"

"N-no," she stuttered out, trying her best to keep her face impartial and to not let the blush forming take hold. "They're just... tired, I suppose."

"That's good," Wukong said, shaking his head after a moment. "Well, it's not good they're tired, but still. How about I help you get home?"

"UH... ok?" She said softly, and instantly she was off the ground.

And Wukong was off the ground.

They were both off the ground, the Monkey King lounged lazily on his cloud and Spider Queen cradled carefully in two of his sets of arms with her head resting on his chest. And... oh no. This was nice actually.

She felt her face flush more.

"Comfortable?" Wukong asked, tone low and soft with a smirk on his face as he moved it closer and she knew that he was doing it on purpose again. His pupils were oddly dilated as well... spiders and monkeys didn't do that, they weren't cats, but this was the monkey king and demons purred so... who knows.

"Yes," was the high pitched squeak that escaped her, and who knows what would have happened if a loud cough had not sounded from Pigsy.

Oh right. They were in his shop still.

"Can you two save the kissing for later? When you're not blocking the entrance to my shop, maybe?"

Wukong only laughed and zipped out of the store on his cloud, hugging Spider Queen more firmly against his chest.

... she needed to wear even more heels if this is where it got her.

~

The two were pressed into and laid their heads on either side of the partner's chest, the couch almost just a smidgen too small for all of them. But Wukong had fallen asleep in between them and they didn't have the hearts to wake him up. His head rested on one of his top arms, the other lazily slung over the back of the couch, while the other two wrapped around Spider Queen and Macaque softly.

Protectively.

One of Macaque's own arms was reaching over to hold Spider Queen's hand softly.

"Thank you," Macaque said after a moment. "I am with drawing my formal complaint."

She couldn't help but laugh.

[kentuckywrites]

Imperium 2: Chapter 3

Sic faciet nives. (It will snow.)

Tatsu wasn’t a fan of the food jokes Lin made, but he was most certainly a fan of joining the Cocytios expedition. In fact, he quickly took Lin’s place as the most excited to venture into unknown territory, and the entire time at the dinner table was filled with Tatsu’s grand stories of the legendary Heropon who lived there. She didn’t quite get to ask how he knew of Cocytios before they did, and yet Elma couldn’t help but be amused at some of the stories he recited. His enthusiasm was contagious! It was almost as if Pongo being in trouble was an afterthought.

But after dinner, that was all Elma could think about. She went to sleep thinking about him, she woke up thinking about him, she even thought of him as the MMC workers helped set her consciousness up in her old mim. Pongo, the boy she’d recruited onto her team, the boy who didn’t know how to speak until Vandham described the Interceptors’ role during his BLADE training. The boy who went on to become a powerful protector, who built a Free Hug Stand in the Commercial District, who would put himself in harm’s way to keep his friends safe without question. He was once a shy and awkward rookie who talked too much and thought every human being was beautiful. But nowadays, Pongo was confident, he knew himself and the world around him - quite literally. He could handle himself out there.

Yet Nessa’s mere existence proved he was in far more trouble than he’d ever been in before. And that scared Elma far more than she wanted to admit. 

She walked out of the MMC and immediately took a deep, cleansing breath. It wasn’t exactly weird, being back in her old mimeosome. In the beginning, returning to her original body felt like going back home after years of being away. Returning to her mimeosome now was like going back on vacation, a change of pace she didn’t know she needed after all this time. Mimeosomes didn’t need to worry about the same necessities that real bodies did. This would be important for Cocytios, and important for rescuing Pongo.

Elma quickly met up with Lin, Nessa and Tatsu outside of their barracks. Though they knew they wouldn’t be able to bring their Skells to Cocytios, it was decided they’d spare themselves the trouble of walking all the way to Primordia’s southern coast and opt to drive there instead. Lin had even managed to hook up their little yacht to her Skell and was fine tuning the hitch connecting the two when Elma approached. Nessa and Tatsu both watched, but didn’t make any move to help. Elma could only assume that at the very least, Nessa wasn’t as familiar with the technology. It was curious, how both of them looked on with the same sparkle in their eyes, the same childish wonder. She recalled Pongo having that same sparkle when he was first discovering the world and all its mysteries. 

Nessa was the first to spot Elma approaching, and she whistled softly. She was wearing new armor, too. The brogs matched Elma’s own, though Nessa’s pair were blue, and the rest of her armor was mismatched from various other apparel lines and arms manufacturers. What made Elma smirk was the fact that it was...okay, it wasn’t leaving much to the imagination. At least Nessa could dish out her interest in such things while accepting the style herself.

“All ready to go?” Nessa asked her.

Elma nodded once. “I believe so. Lin, how about you?”

“Just making some last minute adjustments, then I’ll be good!” Lin kept working, and the squeak of a bolt tightening under a wrench accompanied her response. “Our Skells are full of fuel, so that won’t be an issue for the drive. We’ll be parking near one of the bases, and I’ve already called ahead to let them know we’re coming soon. They’ve promised to keep watch over our Skells and make sure nothing bad happens to them!”

“And what about me?” Nessa prompted, “Will I have to ride with someone, or am I getting my own little plaything?”

Lin paused. “Do you...do you know how to drive a Skell?”

“Absolutely not. But there’s a first time for everything, right?”

“I don’t trust that for a second. You’re not hurting any of my - any of Pongo’s babies. He paid a lot of credits for these, y’know.”

“Oh come on, if there’s anything I remember of him, it’s that he’s loaded,” Nessa said, crossing her arms and pouting in dramatic fashion, “Shame Mira couldn’t create me with a couple thousand credits in my pockets, though.”

“If Nessa not have credits before, how did Nessa get credits for new armor?” Tatsu asked innocently.

Nessa winked. “I raided Pongo’s stash. You won’t believe how much armor he’s got stored away. It’s like he’s got a piece of armor for every monster he’s killed.”

Lin finally finished making adjustments to the hitch, and she bounced straight up, turning to face the others while wiping the sweat off her brow. “Alrighty, that does it! I’m ready to go when you are!”

“Tatsu excited!!” Tatsu cheered, “Winterland home of legendary Heropon! Tatsu can’t wait to meet him and ask about dadapon!!”

“Right, your father is also a...Heropon,” Elma recalled, “We’ll have to wait and see. For now, Nessa, you can ride with me if you want. I may not have an extra seat like Lin has for Tatsu, but there should be plenty of room for us both.”

“How could I say no to such a generous offer?” Nessa beamed, “Let’s head out, Team Elma! To Cocytios!”

Elma didn’t say anything when Nessa initially walked up to the wrong Skell - the Amdusias Hades belonged to Lin, a stronger hitting Skell that was well equipped and well handled under the Outfitter’s care. At first glance, it was the most powerful between the two Skells parked, and Nessa patted its leg with a confident smile.

“Um…” Lin was the one to break the illusion, “You know that’s my Skell, right? Elma’s is the red Verus Cain over there.”

A flash of confusion, quick glances between the two Skell models, and finally, Nessa’s apologetic smile landed on Elma. 

“Right, of course. Should’ve guessed by the unusually thematic coloring. Let’s get a move on, then!”

~

It was an uneventful drive to the coast, and the BLADEs maintaining the base camp were more than happy to keep watch over their Skells. Lin unhooked their yacht with ease, and with the help of the other BLADEs, they all managed to drag it into the ocean. From there, it was smooth sailing, and beautiful weather for it too. Lin handled the boat’s controls while Elma supervised and Nessa provided directions, but it wasn’t hard to get lost in the salty sea breeze, the warm sun that kissed Elma’s skin. She knew this bliss was temporary, as most things were, because Cocytios was supposed to be bitter and unrelenting. She was excited, of course, and she kept a keen eye out for any signs of land.

Yet it took them hours on the open sea before Nessa called out to them, pointing ahead. “I see it! We’re close!”

Lin squinted at that, trying to identify Cocytios’s coast. Lin and Elma both squinted, trying to make out the continent, and soon enough Elma saw distant shadows on the horizon. It was still a far ways off, but the shadows were tall and ominous, easy to spot once she put some effort into it. Mountains, she harbored a guess, and fairly tall ones at that. The closer the yacht got, the more Elma realized she was right. They were tall, snow-capped mountains that only seemed to grow taller and taller the closer they became. The tallest ones were even obscured by a layer of clouds, which were brimming with infant snowfall. But, to Elma’s surprise, she saw a familiar silhouette past the mountains. Were those…rings? 

“Nessa,” Elma called to Nessa, leaving Lin’s side to approach the edge of the deck, “The ring structures embedded into the mountains...they appear similar to those that we found in Oblivia. Do you know their purpose?”

“Oh, the Perceptis Automata?” Nessa spoke the name as if it were common knowledge, “Those were weapons used in an ancient war. It mainly took place in Oblivia, Sylvalum and Cauldros, but some fighting occurred here, too. Not enough to damage the ecosystem, mind you, but enough to leave behind evidence.”

“I see,” Elma pondered for a moment. She remembered something about this war, something that Pongo had mentioned during the explanation of his origin. But the details escaped her. She supposed she could learn more after the mission’s completion, after they’d rescued Pongo from whatever fate he’d befallen.

“Was war between legendary winterland Heropon and Miran gods?” Tatsu waddled up to Nessa, and Elma could practically see the stars in his eyes despite his glasses covering them up, “Like in Tale of Two Gods?”

Nessa raised a curious eyebrow. “That’s the story you were going on about yesterday, right? I ah...no, that’s not the one. This war was a really long time ago - longer than the Nopon have existed, I reckon.”

“Hmph!” He pouted, “Tatsu still want to find Heropon here. Tatsu has so many questions!”

“Maybe we’ll find a Nopon caravan here,” Elma said, “After all, there seems to be one caravan inhabiting every continent thus far. Perhaps we’ll get lucky and find one that would be willing to house us and provide some extra knowledge about the land.” When Tatsu opened his mouth to say something, she quickly added on, “But we shouldn’t depend entirely on that possibility. We need to be able to fend for ourselves and we can’t become reliant on ‘what ifs’.”

“If Tatsu know anything about legendary Heropon here, it’s that he always comes to help!” He kept up his enthusiasm, “Tatsu not lose hope that Heropon will help us if we find him!”

They continued to sail ever closer to the shore, and eventually, Lin turned off the engine and let the yacht come up close to where the sea kissed the land. All it took was a hop and a couple steps for Elma to officially be standing in Cocytios. She inhaled, the crisp winter air stinging her lungs. She’d made a good call, Elma concluded, coming in her mimeosome rather than her true form. Even now, she could feel the chill of the air pushing underneath her clothes and teasing all her goose bumps out of hiding. 

Nessa, Lin and Tatsu soon joined her, and the group stared into the vast expanse of fallen snow, of mountainous terrain and foreign land. When Nessa finally spoke, she didn’t break the silence. How could a silence be broken, when the wind promised so willingly to create sound at all times?

“Welcome to Cocytios,” Nessa extended her arms, smiling warmly in the cold, “I’d love to give the grand tour, but we’ve got ground to cover before dark.”

“Right,” Elma agreed, “Lead the way, Nessa.”

For a moment, Nessa looked honored that Elma had relinquished leadership to her, but she took the news in stride. Nessa soon walked ahead of the others, maintaining a steady pace. For now, the snow was light and feathery, and it didn’t have time to properly accumulate on the ground. Elma looked up at the mountains, at the path they now trekked along, at the cloudy sky and her team around her. Tatsu, having dressed warmly, stuck to Lin’s side like glue. Elma told herself to keep an eye on the little Nopon; he’d tire easily in these conditions, and she’d carry him if he started to fall behind.

Little conversation was had for a vast stretch of time. The wind was consistent and brutal against them, trying so desperately to push them back to the shore from whence they came. Elma observed halfway through their journey that there was a surprising lack of indigen activity. It was unsettling, especially since the snow hindered her vision considerably, so she couldn’t quite tell if there were actually indigens around. Perhaps some were camouflaged, perhaps some were in plain sight and stalking their every movement through the terrain. Elma kept her guard up either way, keeping a vigilant eye out for any surprises. 

“So where exactly is Pongo?” Lin asked at one point, her voice raised to triumph over the wind, “Can Mira remember where he went?”

Nessa didn’t respond. She stopped walking, seemingly frozen in place for an unnatural second. Elma almost thought she was frozen before she finally moved again, turning to face Lin. Her eyes had gone white, the same white as the snow collecting around them, and her voice now harbored an echo, as if she was no longer the only person speaking from her body.

“I do not remember myself, but I do feel a strange presence to the southwest. I believe there may be a Ganglion fortress there, and since the Ganglion attacked Pongo before I lost connection to him, I would harbor he is down there.”

“Meh meh? Nessa sound funny,” Tatsu scowled.

“Oh, that would be correct. Tatsu, my name is Mira. I created both Pongo and Nessa. She allowed me to speak through her body for a short time to relay this information to you.”

“Mira? As in planet Mira?”

“Yes.”

“Tatsu thought Mira was planet! Planets can’t talk!”

“Well, this planet can, thank you very much.”

“Does planet usually have funny accent?”

Nessa - or rather, Mira - stared at Tatsu for a very, very long time. Elma wasn’t sure which was colder: the Cocytios weather or the sheer amount of annoyance radiating off of Mira’s body.

“Nessa usually has a funny accent. Mira, the planet, can sound like anything. I cannot change Nessa’s voice, however.”

Tatsu kept scowling, clearly confused or unconvinced or some mixture of the two. But Lin butted in before Tatsu could raise another question. “So how close are we to that possible fortress?”

“Oh, sweetie, that’s on the other side of the continent,” Mira shrugged, “It’ll take a while.”

“Is there anywhere we can camp nearby, then?” Elma asked, “It would be wise to set up shelter before the sun sets, if what Nessa told is true.”

“Yep, Cocytios’s most dangerous indigens like to emerge in the night hours.” Mira stopped for a moment, looking up as if it were trying to calculate something. “There is a cave nearby that should provide adequate shelter for the night. It is not far, but we should keep up the pace if we want to make it there before nightfall.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Elma confirmed, “Let’s move out.”

And so they continued through the monotonous scenery, with Elma keeping that ever vigilant eye just in case anything popped up. Mira had confirmed that most of the dangerous indigens would emerge at night, and the sun was only just beginning to lower in the sky, but Elma wasn’t about to take any chances. Somewhere along the way, she even asked Mira about possible indigen activity during the day, but Nessa had regained control at that point and could only pass along a cryptic message.

“Mira said we’ll be fine,” Nessa said, “That we shouldn’t worry our little heads about it.”

“Patronizing,” Lin muttered.

The sun was threatening to disappear past the horizon by the time Nessa found the cave Mira had told them about. The entrance was rather small, and the interior didn’t stretch too far into the mountainside it was carved into. But it was a decent enough spot to rest for the night, and Elma located some shrubs that they could use to form a fire. Eventually they’d all settled down, with Elma offering to take watch first, and soon night had fallen and the others had fallen into a peaceful sleep. It gave Elma more time alone with her thoughts, trying to process how quickly things had come to pass, what was going to greet them the next day. She could hear rustling outside, the echoes of indigens calling to each other. One caught her ear the most: a melodic wolf’s howl, multiple, creating a haunting symphony. It was hard to place how close they were, but something told Elma that she didn’t need to worry.

But then, something else caught her ear. Stone cracking, breaking somewhere. Elma looked up and noticed the stalactites hanging from the cave’s ceiling, and she mistakenly thought nothing of it. 

And then, in glorious fashion, one by one, the stalactites fell. Elma couldn’t call out to the others before a rock hit her head and all went dark and quiet once more.

[dee-writes-sometimes]

Hey! I’m Dee/Pluto, and my main is @deerecho!!! This is where I’m going to be posting my writing and other things about my ocs and stories that I have occasionally talked about! 

I will be tagging things with the ocs/ characters in them, if there’s an au, and what story it’s about. I will also be tagging my random information and big chunks of random stuff as infodumps. Me just randomly talking will still be tagged as dee rambles for continuity

This will hopefully make things easier to find ^.^

For now I’m just going to do a list of oc names grouped by stories, but I will make this a bit more detailed later. Also most of these don’t have titles yet so don’t judge my organization ok

Underworld childs:

Carrie

Nailah

 .

Leon and Sterling’s story:

Leon

Sterling

Cath

 .

Robot story:

Hunter

Rowan

Ember

Skell 

 .

Kelsi and Den’s story:

Kelsi

Den

Lana

 .

Teacher’s pets:

Tasha

Selene

Bella

Ava

Rachel

 .

Ten places (aka bird babies)

Melissa

Wynn

Shade

 .

The Hunt:

Lorne

Abby

Marvin

Oliver

Will

Quill

 .

Wind god Wednesday:

Nat

Lexi

Jack

Rock

Jo

Sam

.

The princes: 

Lucas 

Chase

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No story (yet):

George- 

Lupine- 

Quinn- (sorta has a story but no other characters so)

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Sorry for the long list but these are some characters I’ll probably talk about, this will get updated with new characters and information as I go

[imagines4undertale]

Ah, I’m sorry! 🥺 I was meaning the 5 love languages. There’s a quiz online, if that’d help. It has its own website, in fact. And, I suppose I’ll ask for the Horrortale bros plus a random Black. I’m super sorry for the lack of specifics first time around. 🤧 Hope I didn’t cause any trouble!

You’re fine! I’m just happy to be able to answer it. I hope that I did an okay job at it and that you enjoy. I won’t lie, this one took me a while because HT!Paps and Black are the most difficult for me to write, but I did my best! I’ll have some more Asks finished as soon as I can!

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HT!Sans(Axe)-

Axe’s love language will likely be words of affirmation. In the Underground, there isn’t enough time for people to set aside quality time for each other and there are very few quality things to be given. Even when he makes his way to the surface, Axe doesn’t see the point in many of these things. He likes hugs and affection decently well, but when he has moments of mental lapse he can quickly become violent if touched. Axe will respond to small gifts, but only really if they are food, like a snack bar or small bag of chips. The best way to love this skell is just through telling him how much you love him. Tell him how cute he is to you, how happy he makes you, how good he is at protecting and providing for you and his brother, just anything that you like about him. At first, he is just kind of weirded out as no one has ever really given him this type of praise, but overtime he’ll begin to melt whenever you say these kinds of things. He likes being acknowledged for his hard work and has a hard time seeing the good in himself. To have his small, pure, sweet little SO telling him he is someone worth loving is everything to him. Sometimes, if he’s had a rough day, he’ll just come to you asking for you to tell him he’s not a beast and that he’s a good person.

You were at home, sitting at the table, looking through a recipe book for recipes for the next week. The house was calm and the only noise that could be heard was Papy watching a cooking show on the TV in the living room. It took you a moment to realize what it was, but you began to feel a rumbling in the floor beneath your feet. Axe was in the building and he was pissed. A moment later you felt the door to your apartment slam against the door stopper you installed (Axe put the door handle through the wall) and then slammed back shut. The thudding footsteps made their way to the kitchen and when you looked up Axe was looming over you shaking as he huffed labored breaths. He looks down at you with his single eye light, seeming to hesitate for a moment.

“Hey sweetie, are yo-” You don’t get to finish as you are lifted sharply from your chair and carried out of the kitchen. It’s hard to see where he is going as your face is held in the fluff of his hood, but it felt like he was carrying you down the hallway to the bedroom. When he finally released you, he tossed you down onto your bed. You bounce for a second before you are pinned from the waste down by  wrapping his arms around his hips. He hesitates for a moment before shakily exhaling into your stomach.

“t-tell me… tell me you love me. tell me i’m not a beast. please, i need to hear you say it.” He huffs into your shirt as his sharp finger bones dig into your shirt. You feel a slight dampness on your stomach. Resting your hand on his head, you begin to stroke his head avoiding the sharp edges of his skull. Petting his head, you whisper sweet words of your love and any good traits you can think of to your skeletal love. Eventually, his shoulders stop shaking and his breaths even out into the soft breaths of sleep. You let him rest like that until it’s time for dinner, gently rubbing his head as you think of how you can cheer Axe up when he wakes.

HT!Papyrus(Crooks)-

Crooks is going to react best to small acts of affection. He has almost the opposite mindset to his brother. Nice things are so hard to come by in the underground, and even above ground, having someone thinking of him and putting the thought into giving him a gift means so much to him. Find him a little piece of sea glass in the shape of a heart? He’ll keep it in his bed stand and will refer to it as “HiS LuCKy RocK”. Anything you get for him is going to be either “His LUcky” or “His FaVorIte” just because it came from his favorite human. He loves getting food gifts the most though. Candy bars, small sweets, cookies, chips, anything and everything edible will make him happy. You can surprise him with a chocolate bar when you walk in the door and he will spend the next half hour kissing your face and holding you close to him if you let him. If it’s food that you make just for him though, he might just melt through the floor with love sick happiness. 

Crooks was going to be out all day, going to see a dentist about finally getting braces for his teeth. They wouldn’t be going on today, but the consultation was still going to take hours. Crooks had been nervous about it all week. He was more stable than he was even just months ago and was making great progress in his therapy, but he still had problem days. The lanky skeleton always worried about harming people or simply snapping at others and didn’t want to have an episode at the dentist's office. You or Sans would have gone with him, but you both had work in the morning and Crooks insisted that he “WaS No BAby BonEs” and would make due. When you did get off work though, a bit after noon, you were struck with an idea. You would make a special treat for Crooks to celebrate his progress and to reward him for going to the office on his own. 

When Crooks finally walked through the door to your home after the long day of cramped offices and too many people he just wanted to scream into a pillow. He still liked being around people like he did before the hunger permeated the underground, but after a while the fight or flight instinct from living around so many unstable beings began to rear its ugly head. Crooks just needed some time with HIS human and things would be better. You weren’t on the couch or sitting at the table tapping away at your laptop. 

“GUmDrop? WheRE ArE you?” Crooks’ cracking voice called through the house. 

“In here sweetie! Come here!” You call back from the kitchen with a smile in your voice. Crooks sets down the pamphlets the dentist gave him on his braces and lumbers into the kitchen. A sweet scent hits him as he enters and he looks over to the wide section of counter next to the stove. Stacked high on a cake stand was a layered crepe cake. The cake was about 8 inches high with whipped cream peeking out from each layer and topped with a chocolate ganache and strawberries. Next to it was you, hands lightly covered in whipped cream and face decorated with a wide grin as you say, “Surprise sunshine! I made you a little treat to celebrate your road to recovery!” Crooks just stands there for a moment as a small line of drool slides down his jaw. He wipes it off as he makes his way across the kitchen to you and the cake. Looking between the two, he picks you up so your eyes are level with one another before kissing your forehead and snuggling you to his chest.

“YoU arE the SwEEtEST HuMAN EVER!” His voice vibrates through you. “And thE Best DATe matE A MonsTer COUld ASK foR.... BuT I HOPe You KNOw thAt I aM GoinG To EAt thIs whoLE ThinG MySelF.”

“That’s why I already ate a crepe before you got here.” You say with a knowing laugh.

“LIkE i SAId, ThE BEsT!” Crooks giggles as he puts you down to find a fork and devour your creation.

SF!Sans(Black)-

Black’s love language is likely going to be acts of service. Black has a more militaristic view on relationships, often treating Mutt more like a subordinate than a brother. He still cares for him, but he just shows it in odd ways. Because of this, Black likes acts of affection that show you are loyal to him or that show you care for him. Do things that he asks of you when he asks it, or proactively do things you know he likes done. Remember things that he likes and dislikes and show that you listen to him. If you show up to events that are important to him with flowers to congratulate him, you might just get to see his rare “heart melting with love” face. He often gets ignored for his shorter stature, so to have you listen to him, treat him like an equal, and go out of your way for him is going to make him happy and value you in return. Eventually, this will evolve into Black thinking of you, and privately calling you, his queen or princess (or king, prince, if you prefer) to his king. He’ll treat you that way too, like you are his precious equal in love and in life, spoiling you whenever he can. Your respectful and loving actions are all he needs to know that you truly care for him and that you are the one for him.

Black has been in his office for most of the day working away. He has homework to do for his police academy training and will not be getting anything less than an A+. The other trainees already haze him for his stature and appearance and he won’t be caught dead with his grades lower than those rude buffoons. Black would be lying if he said that his spine wasn’t aching from sitting there for so long though. A call from the front room catches his attention. You seem to be home from your day of errands. Now seemed like a good time for a break. Walking into the main room, Black calls back to you welcoming you home with a kiss to the cheek. 

“Oh, hello my bony prince. It has been such a long day, but a productive one!” You say with an excited bounce as you lay some bags you were carrying on the ground. “Guess what I did today.” Black gives a inquisitive hum as he looks over your shoulder at you fumbling through the bags on the floor. “Well you know how you said that you weren’t able to find the ingredients for that recipe you found online? Well, I had to go to four different stores, but I finally found it. Along with that, since I was already going all over town anyways, I picked up your uniform from the dry cleaning so you don’t have to tomorrow morning. To top it off, I found an outfit that perfectly matches the suit that you have for that Napstabot party next week. I remembered you saying something once about how ‘all good power couples should match’, right?” You straighten up with Black’s dry cleaning bag in hand. When you look over to him he just has a look of surprise on his face before it melts into a warm smile. He walks to you, taking the bag and tossing it to the couch’s arm before cupping your face and kissing you softly. When you break the kiss he is still smiling and then picks you up below the bottom and lifts you into a short spin. 

“WHAT WOULD THE TERRIBLE SANS DO WITHOUT HIS BEAUTIFUL QUEEN BY HIS SIDE?” He asks with a soft chuckle.

“Probably be just as amazing as you always are, but I do try to help your magnificence where I can.” You say with a sly smile as you rest your arms on his shoulders and your forehead on his.

“MEHEHE~, THAT MAY BE TRUE, BUT IT IS STILL PREFERRED YOU HERE, WITHIN KISSING RANGE.” Black laughs as he carries you to lay on the couch, homework forgotten for now.

(Feedback is always welcome, and I’m open for asks!)

[mercysought]

Nickname: skells, cpt skells, skelly belly, skelly, the list goes on and I love it Star sign: cancer Height: 5′3″ Favorite music artist: it’s a tie between hozier and florence Last TV show you watched: (: I don’t have the attention span to sit down and just watch something. I guess the closest would be critical role because I can just have it in the background. What kind of stuff do you post: if you look at my blog now you’ll probably think that it’s a mix between bitching ooc, beginner drawings and loud screaming woiubger I write though, I promise Do you have any other blogs:  @captainskells is my personal where I mostly put my edits. @skellsmemes is my meme archive where I post / reblog meme prompts. Why did you choose your URL?: this man, this voice and this song Hogwarts house: hufflepuff Pokemon team: I wasn’t really into pokemon when I was younger, more into sailor moon. But I guess grass honestly. Bulbasaur was my baby. Favorite color: light grey How many blankets do you sleep with: I don’t know the name of it since we don’t use them in Portugal. But it’s a single thick one that is soft? I don’t know man. It’s good for both winter and summer. Following: 267 Followers:  547 Tagged by: @lapeirla ! ( thank you ❤) Tagging: @blzna @suresaint @snarkomancy @aeternitie​ @thequarrelsome @synthmama @aetheraels​

[kezibun]

2) “Run! You said you’d work out with me!” with UnderSwap Sans.

Prompt sent to @anneimaginesundertale by @mavi-mav adopted by me! Yay^^

I love blueberry that bundle of joy and energy. Hope y'all enjoy.

You sat on the sofa watching TV with Papy, some Napstaton replays you were watching with him and Sans who had run off to the kitchen a while ago after muttering something about not pausing because he could hear it from the kitchen and he'd watched it before.

After a lot of clanking in the kitchen, He ran back in and past the sofa slinging a backpack on. “Y/N YOU COMING OUT!?” he chimed.

"Oh uh...um yeah? Sure..." You reply slightly confused did you miss something? Never mind he looks so excited how couls you say No to him. You say "bye, see ya later." to Papyrus before following Sans out.

"So where are we going?" You query.

“OH TO THE PARK AROUND THE CORNER IT'S NOT TOO FAR!”

“Cool.” You added still not sure what was going on. The two of you chatted on the way, he started telling you how he had to lecture Papyrus again about his sock before you came over and after there was even time for him to explain a puzzle or two.

“RUN!" He commanded

"What?" Was the only reply you could squeak.

"YOU SAID YOU'D WORK OUT WITH ME!”

"What like now? I didn't think you meant now.” You admitted, vaguely remembering agreeing to do it while you all watched Napstaton. “I would have popped back home to change." Sure you were in casual and comfy outfit but not workout clothes. Well at least your not in heels.

"BUT YOU PROMISED." He bawled looking up at you with his best puppy dog eyelights.

"Fine." You sighed defeatedly.

"YES!” He beamed his puppy eyelights morphing in to stars! So adorable, whatever he could throw at you now has to be worth it just for that look.

“OK SO YOU RUN  A QUICK LAP AROUND HERE!" He pointed to a path that went round in a big circle with a garden in the middle. "AND I'LL TIME YOU. THEN I CAN HAVE A GO."

Not too hard you thought, you did as he said but oh boy is he fast you took 5 minutes but be beat you by 3 whole minutes.

"That was a good run." You hummed.

"THAT'S ONLY THE BEGINNING!" He announced smiling up at you.

You started again, hey it's not too bad you thought. Sans cheered you on every time he lapped you and although his words were encouraging after the third time it did quite the opposite. After several more laps he made some obstacles with his magic bones making things a lot harder, like come on you were already faltering.

You stopped to try and catch your breath. Sans ran past but then jogged backwards to you. He seemed so composed like he only just started and not even done a thing, you on the other hand looked like you just been chased 100 miles by a big cat who then had dragged you backwards through a hedge, all though you might as well of been its not that your unfit it's just how much you'd done.

"C..c can... we .. take ... a ... break?" You huffed.

"A BREAK THE MAGNIFICENT SANS NEVER NEEDS A BREAK!" he exclaimed still jogging on the spot.

You flop on the ground he really has pushed you over your limit, damn his unending energy.

"OH Y/N ARE YOU TIRED ALREADY? I GUESS IF THAT'S THE CASE WE CAN HAVE A QUICK BREAK, IT IS ALMOST LUNCH TIME I SUPPOSE." He reasoned sheepishly.

"Thank.... you"

"UP YOU COME!" He laughed, picking you up bridal style.

"Wha! Sans what are you doing?" Times like this remind you he's not a baby bones.

"YOU CAN'T LAY IN THE PATHWAY LIKE A LAZY BONES! WHAT IF SOMEONE ELSE WANTED TO TRAIN ON THE TRACK? OR WHAT IF A BIKE CAME THROUGH?...." he blushed as he began a mini lecture blabbering on and on as he carried you over to a small grassy hill. "THE MAGNIFICENT SANS CAN'T LET YOU GET HURT! THAT WOULD BE UNHEROIC!"

He put you down on the hill and sat next to you after fetching his backpack, he rummaging through it handing you a drink. You thanked him drinking half of it in one go. He took out a lunchbox opening it then offering its contents to you.

“HAVE SOME! IT'S THE SPECIAL TACO RECIPE THAT YOU HELPED ME COME UP WITH! I MADE SURE TO KEEP THE ART SUPPLIES OUT THE KITCHEN THIS TIME, THOUGH I MAY HAVE TWEAKED THE RECIPE AND ADDED EXTRA EDIBLE GLITTER!” He proudly presented them.

“Thank you sans.” His eyes were glued on you as you took one he looked at you impatiently while you ate the glittery delicacy.

“HOW IS IT!” the excited Skelle questioned.

“It's good,”

“R-REALLY!!! I-I MEAN OF COURSE THE MAGNIFICENT SANS’ CULINARY SKILLS ARE FANTASTIC!”

“I think it's your best so far!” You smiled down at him, his eye sockets filled with stars! It was true. It was good though your pretty sure he put sugar in instead of salt but it wasn't much so it didn't affect the flavour too badly. He really needs to pay more attention when he's cooking or had Papyrus switched the labels again?

“I-I HAVE MORE! THESE ARE SPECIAL SWEET ONES!” He shouted this little skeleton was so excitable. You took one of the new tacos he offered. You noted the different elements of it, the shell was coated in chocolate then filled with honey mascarpone, blueberries and licorice pieces topped with sprinkles and edible glitter.

“Wow! This is amazing Sans!” You beamed.

“ENJOY AS MANY AS YOU LIKE!” he hummed a happy tune as the two of you chowed down on the homemade lunch.

“COULD WE SPAR AFTER THIS!”

Your heart dropped, you swallowed the food in your mouth resulting in a loud gulp.

“Well um… we have to wait at least 30 minutes after eating before sparring.” You explained.

“I THOUGHT THAT WAS FOR SWIMMING?”

“Same rule here to,” You mumbled, hoping that he would forget by then, it was a slim chance but maybe just maybe you would get away with it?

[webkinztournament]

Skell's Opinions - June 22 Polls

Gonna lump my thoughts on polls into little summaries because I have OPINIONS. I will only talk about ones that have ended to minimize influence on voters.

All the love pets are very nostalgic, but the deer is also a very cute and classic pet. Both are good but the deer is better.

I did not care about cherry soda pup. I googled the cherry soda pup plush. I now care about cherry soda pup.

Trick or treat troll deserved a SWEEP and nothing less.

Real life quokkas are adorable, but the Webkinz one doesn't do it for me. Default to red velvet rabbit for being passable.

Camo rhino is delightfully tacky (and purple).

Ice cream pup and all other print animals can rot in hell.

Both summer beaver and green peppermint unicorn are crimes against art and design. Green unicorn gets points for being better than its red counterpart.

I hate print pets, but heart and clover ones get a special nostalgia pass. Clover cat all the way, baby.

Defaulting to coyote because the curly lion plush, while cute in theory, is subpar to all other lions in execution. I'll forgive its little face but it didn't get my vote.

The badger is so so cute and I'd feel bad not voting for it, but the Northern trails stag is just too sick bro. Badger still won though, it sure showed me.

I hate to give a cat a vote, but I'll admit it when the dogs aren't good. Signature calico cat is kinder to my eyes than beagle puppy.

Ok the American buffalo looks really gross in its avatar but hear me out:

[sicklyscribe]

dreamed a dream last night

“In the Interim” -  Writing set during any of the gaps between seasons 

“The number of their worries grow

and with them the number of their solutions —

but the answer is often a heavier burden,

even when the question hurts to bear...”

“Freya, the bunny isn’t working, the Beethoven isn’t working, the aromatherenchantmentwhatsits are definitely not working, and I --” the screeching monster (he adored her really, he did, but his ears were already the most sensitive ears in the world and she was trying to deafen him) in his arms had taken a gasping breath and was back at full decibel volume, and well, that should convey exactly the kind of urgency he was trying to elicit in this 1:38 AM phone call. “-- Just, please, get over here.”

He considered calling Marcel, Marcel was always good with children, wasn’t he? In theory. Klaus couldn’t ever recall Marcel tending to an actual infant. Klaus was the one who used to be good at this, a millennium ago, almost as good as -- 

Klaus’ thought stopped in his throat like an aborted sob. He gulped it down, pacing and pacing and pacing that rug bare. He pressed a kiss to his daughter’s fussy, anger-flushed forehead. You’ve already checked her temperature three times, and all it’s done is make her angrier and you more convinced that the thermometer is broken. 

What if she really was sick? When was he supposed to run at full hybrid speed to an emergency clinic, and compel the smartest-looking doctor there to give Hope his full attention? What if this was some strange, witchy wolfy vampiric infant virus that -- 

Any sound that wasn’t his pacing feet, shuddering breaths, or Hope’s animal wails was an epiphany in those moments, so when the lock clicked downstairs and the front door opened into the courtyard, Klaus nearly wheezed with relief. 

Someone was running up the stairs, so fast, much faster than Frey--

“What’s wrong?!” Elijah was out of breath, meeting his tired eyes with frantic ones as they slid from him and zeroed in on his agonizing niece. He seemed confused, and Klaus’ expression joined in it once he fully realized that Elijah was here. 

“She -- she won’t stop crying,” Klaus tried to keep his voice from cracking, tried to be the confident and capable parent he needed to be in front of Elijah, he couldn’t give Elijah one more reason to hate him, not now. 

Elijah ran his hands through his hair, still dazed. Klaus now noticed the hair was sopping wet. A plush black hoodie had been thrown over long sleep pants... and accented with a pair of hand-made italian leather dress shoes. He was looking at his phone, and laughing under his breath?

He pressed a button and Klaus strained to hear Freya’s voice over Hope’s sobbing, and the din of wherever the hell Freya was. 

“’Lijah! You’ve gotta-- -- -- ing out -- -- urgent -- -- Hope can’t -- -- Klaus -- gotta run!”

When the voicemail ended, the two brothers locked eyes over the screaming baby and for once they were on the same page: our big sister is a well-intentioned mess when she’s drunk. 

Elijah broke the glance by looking up to the ceiling and heaving a relieved sigh. “I thought --” he couldn’t finish the sentence; only sighed again. 

There was the briefest of pauses in Hope’s wails. When she started up anew, Elijah’s attention was all on her. 

“I suppose...” he said softly, nearly an apology, “while I’m here.” He tried to shrug it off. 

Klaus did the same. Passing the baby to his elder brother had been difficult for him in the past few weeks, when Elijah would visit Freya and Hope and pointedly not visit him. The monster in him knew that he would never have had this chance with his daughter if Elijah had not clawed and kicked and spit -- in the most distinguished of ways, of course -- beside him and against him to this very end. Or, one with a hundred percent more present parents. At least. 

The monster in him knew that Elijah’s goal for over a year had only ever been to give Klaus the chance to love his daughter. The monster in him feared, above all else, that there would come a day when Elijah would realize that his daughter was too precious, too good, too innocent to be loved by him. That she was a much more deserving recipient of his blind devotion than he, and in one fell swoop he would lose them both.

The monster was barely a passing thought as Elijah reached for his niece in this moment. “Hello, sweetheart,” he cooed into the screaming bundle. “What’s got you so upset, now, hmm?” He gave her his finger to grab and throttle, and she took it eagerly. It reminded Klaus of the afternoon of Hope’s first day, in this very compound. 

Klaus recited the list of actions he had taken since the start of the fit, nearly three hours ago. Elijah nodded, occasionally humming or whispering as he rocked the baby girl in his arms. A few drops of water from his wet hair dripped onto her, but she was too fed up to notice. 

He then watched as his brother’s eyes narrowed and focused on the floor. The calculation he made was quick, but significant. “Niklaus, she’s nine months old.”

When Elijah moved his finger from Hope’s fist to pull gently at her bottom lip, Klaus cursed himself for being so stupid. He had pointedly avoided reading any of the modern baby care literature Elijah had left sitting around the house during the pregnancy, but he didn’t need a book to tell him this.

Klaus immediately moved to be close to Hope, which meant he was close to Elijah. Their heads hovered an inch away from the other as father and uncle both gently ran the pad of a finger over Hope’s irritated gums. This, of course, only made her scream louder, but Klaus felt as if an entire mountain had been lifted from his back. 

The brothers looked at each other, and for the second time that night, there was peace in their connection as they laughed, breathlessly. The smile didn’t leave Elijah’s lips as he addressed his niece again. “You know, your Auntie was just this size when her teeth started coming in, too.” 

“Was she?” it wasn’t just Klaus’ voice that broke, it was everything within him. “I can’t remember much about her and Kol as infants, but--” He couldn’t say the name. The brother’s eyes flicked to reach one another’s gaze for the briefest of seconds, the image of a tiny honey-brown-haired baby boy in their memories. He had teethed early, and it had scared and confused them all. 

He had teethed early, and the only one who could calm him had been Niklaus, rubbing his angry gums and singing about dreams. 

Klaus heard Elijah clear his throat. Without a word Hope shifted hands again, and Klaus found a rhythm in his swaying steps around the room and his gentle press along the ridge of his baby’s gums. 

“I forget so much about him,” Elijah whispered after many long, long minutes, and Klaus only heard it because Hope’s wails were turning into softer whimpers. “I don’t remember the sound of his voice anymore.”

It was an awful thought, but Klaus could remember Henrik’s voice. He didn’t wish to share the memory with his brother, though, didn’t want to describe the strain of Henri’s throat as blood pooled in his lungs and he pleaded “Help me, Nik--” 

His eyes were wet and he had to sniff back the gathering tears. “I remember his smile, sometimes.” he offered instead. I remember his fear and pain, always. 

“Another thousand years and I couldn’t forget that,” Klaus could hear Elijah’s own smile as he spoke, still a whisper. 

“I’m so sorry,” the Hybrid ducked his head down, curled himself over his child, not sure who he was apologizing to but knowing that the pain in this room was his fault, it always was, and it had started so long ago, and he couldn’t stop it.

He felt his brother move in the room, felt him standing at his shoulder. 

“You didn’t kill him, Niklaus,” he was pleading, why did he sound like he was the one apologizing? “And you didn’t kill us.”

I killed our mother, Klaus added. I cursed my child’s mother. 

The hand that had been missing on his shoulder softly made its way into place, gripping him gently and securely and stopping the black cloud of torment that had been spilling from the core of him ever since that night tied to the cross, forced to lose himself, after having lost Henrik, lost his life, lost his identity, lost Tatia. You are a monster among monsters, the memory told him. You, you bastard, do not even have a family that wants you for who you are. 

Hope’s crying had turned to fitful huffs and gasps. The scent of her -- baby shampoo and diaper paste and Hope-ness -- filled his nose. Elijah’s grip tightened, slid to cradle his neck. A tear dropped silently onto his baby’s nightie. 

“I’m sorry, Elijah. I don’t want to be this way.” The apology was not a thousand years old, this time, it was frustratingly recent. Frustratingly... perpetual. 

Again, he heard a smile in his brother’s voice, but he felt the pain in it too. “Why else do you think I’d never leave you?”

His hand had stopped in his reverie, and Hope began to fuss again. Klaus’ tears fell readily now. Elijah leaned in, cupped her cheek, but leaned further until the brothers’ foreheads rested against each other. It only lasted for a moment, but Klaus felt himself begin to knit back together -- just a little, just for a moment, just for now. 

Elijah’s hand still rested on his shoulder as he began to sing. 

“Drømde mik en drøm i nat

um silki ok ærlig pell,

um hægindi svá djupt ok--”

His brother’s gentle voice faltered, with emotion, with a failing of memory, perhaps. 

Klaus remembered. He remembered his mother singing it to him, Elijah singing it to him, when nightmares of wolves and serpents kept him from going to sleep. 

“Mjott,” he offered in a whisper. 

Elijah took a breath, smoothed his hands over Hope’s forehead. “um hægindi svá djupt ok mjott

um rosemd með engan skell.“

Klaus found himself joining in for the second verse, this time remembering that this had been his lullaby to Henrik, as well. To Tatia’s child, the fussy babe, and he cursed himself for not giving it to Hope ‘til tonight.

But it felt right to give this song to her alongside Elijah. It felt right.

They sang, Klaus’ mediocre timbre hiding beneath Elijah’s handsome bass. When one forgot a word, the other remembered, or filled in something that sounded right. No one on earth was still alive to tell them they had got it wrong. Rebekah was terrible with lyrics. 

Hope calmed after a few rounds, and Klaus’ tears dried up, and they started the song over again as they crept cautiously towards the crib. Elijah picked up the blanket and the two teddies as Klaus lowered her onto the mattress. When she was settled, her uncle tucked her in. It would be a few more months before they could leave her stuffed animals with her at night, but they stood watch over her on her dresser across from the crib, the bunny and the wolf. 

“Friðinn, ef hann finzt, er hvar

ein firrest þann mennska skell,

fær veggja sik um, drøma þar

um silki ok ærlig pell.”

Once more, for good measure, they hummed through the tune another time. Klaus stood nearly mesmerized by the soft but oh so powerful in-and-out of his daughter’s calm breathing. 

He felt Elijah’s hand on his shoulder one last time, but it was not as soothing as it had been before. This was a goodbye.

author’s note below the cut

This song’s earliest record is hundreds of years after Klaus and Elijah’s childhoods took place, but we only know the first two lines. The version I’m using is a modern re-imagining (and an adaptation into old Norwegian, rather than old Danish, which is perfect) of what the rest of the song might have sounded like.

I dreamed a dream last night

of silk and fair furs,

of a pillow so deep and soft,

a peace with no disturbance.

And in the dream I saw

as though through a dirty window

the whole ill-fated human race,

a different fear upon each face.

The number of their worries grow

and with them the number of their solutions —

but the answer is often a heavier burden,

even when the question hurts to bear.

As I was able to sleep just as well,

I thought that would be best —

to rest myself here on fine fur,

and forget everyone else.

Peace, if it is to be found, is where

one is furthest from the human noise —

and walling oneself around, can have a dream

of silk and fine furs.

-- source (and explanation by the composer)

As for the rest of the fic, I didn’t really put much thought into how old Hope would be during this time, since it makes my head hurt to think about. I did reference baby development schedules, though, so Hope’s ailment isn’t all that uncommon for however old she was during the interim. 

Elijah holding Hope’s hand is a reference to this s1 finale drabble I wrote a while back!

[tinyarmedtrex]

PROMPTS. YES. getting to cherrypick writing from you is like Christmas. anyways, I would DIE if you would bless us with some Fake Dating #14 with Benverly?? love you love you!!

Um Skells, you can ALWAYS ask me to write stuff- especially when you give me soft prompts and the perfect couple.

Rated F for Fluff 

Read here on AO3 

“My family might like you more than me.” Bev said with a laugh as she fell onto her bed. “Did you see Samantha looking at you during dinner? She either wants to feed you or have your babies, I’m not sure which.”

Ben fell next to her on the bed, groaning.  “At this point, I might pick the babies. I can’t eat anymore.”

She propped herself up on her elbow and jokingly patted his stomach. “Feeling too well fed?” He laughed, her warm hand tickling him slightly.

“You warned me about the cousins and questions, not about all the food.” He said, turning to her and smiling. He resisted the urge to tuck a fallen strand of purple hair behind her ear. Bev had dyed her short pixie cut a dark purple right before the trip, trying to find any way to irritate her family.

It was the first annual Marsh family reunion. Bev hadn’t wanted to go- she didn’t exactly have pleasant memories of the Marsh side of her family- but her aunt had insisted, saying she was going and there was no way a 17 year old could stay at the house alone for a long weekend, and also refusing to let her stay with any of the other losers, because, as she had said in a hushed voice, they were ‘boys with hormones’. As if hormones were some sort of strange, otherworldly thing that Bev needed protection against.

All this had lead to the losers had all been sitting together in Bill’s basement, talking about upcoming Bev’s trip. “They’re all going to ask me why I’m single.” She said, taking a long hit off the joint that Richie had brought before handing it to Mike. “All of my cousins have these cute promposal stories or some shit and then there’s me- the disaster.”

“But a cute disaster.” Richie said, ruffling her hair. “Our disaster.”

She scrunched her nose. “Not sure that’s better. My aunt is half convinced that you guys are all degenerate gays.” Bev’s aunt, Jeanne, had moved back to Derry to let her finish high school with her friends. All the losers felt in her debt, even if she did have strict rules for Bev.

Richie barked out a laugh. “Well, she’s half right.”

She laughed, leaning against Mike.  “I wish I could just bring you guys. It’d be way more fun that way.”

“So bring us!” Richie exclaimed, looking at the others excitedly. “It’ll be great. We’ll parade around in banana hammocks and give your dear old granny a heart attack.”

She shook her head. “Only significant others allowed, no friends. It’s a stupid rule.” She sighed. “Once again, punished for being a strong independent woman.”

“Who don’t need no man!” Eddie finished and everyone started laughing.

The conversation moved on to other things but later, when Ben was walking Bev home she had turned to him with a grin he recognized instantly. It was her prank grin, the one she got when she and Richie were thinking about stealing a tractor or adding colored water to the school’s sprinklers. It rarely lead to good things and occasionally lead to running from the cops.

She grabbed Ben’s hand. “I’ve got a great idea.”

He frowned slightly. “Last time you said that I lost an eyebrow.”

She slapped his shoulder lightly. “It grew back! Besides, can you honestly tell me it wasn’t worth it!”

He smiled at her, he couldn’t help it. Everything with Bev was worth it. Ben had been harboring a crush on her for years, since she moved to town. He had watched her fumble through multiple failed relationships and had always been there to help her after. She was the person he called first with any news, good or bad, and he was the one she called late at night and they’d talk about the mysteries of the universe- and occasionally soup. He knew he was only hurting himself, Bev had never acted any differently towards him than any other loser, but he couldn’t help it.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried to date other people. He had a girlfriend for nearly two months sophomore year but had broken it off, feeling guilty that he couldn’t kiss her without thinking of Bev.

So now he just hoped that eventually his feelings would disappear. Until then, he tried to be the best friend he could.

“What’s your idea Bev?” He asked, smiling at her excitement.

“You come with me!” She said, jumping up and down happily.

“Where?” He asked, confused.

“To the family reunion!”

“You said only significant others can go.” He reminded her, not wanting to stomp out her obvious joy but not understanding how it would be possible.

“Exactly! You’ll be my boyfriend. Jeanne always talks about how we act like we’re dating anyway. She won’t even bat an eye.”

He shook his head. Leave it to Bev to say something she meant as sweet but that made his stomach knot painfully. “Ask one of the others.”

She shook her head now. “No, listen, I thought about this. Bill won’t work because he’s an ex, it’d be weird. Eddie is clearly too gay. Richie would embarrass me. Stan would refuse. And Mike is a terrible actor- remember when we had to do a scene in english? He couldn’t act his way out of a paper bag. Heretofore- you!” She said, making excited jazz hands at him.

“Happy to be your last choice.” He said, smiling.

“No! No, you’re my first choice. But you also happen to be my only one.” She grinned again. “Say you’ll come, please please please? I need someone there to roll my eyes at and to discuss all of the hidden meanings in my grandma’s speeches.”

Ben hesitated again and she put her hands together in a prayer motion. “I’m not above begging here Ben.” She said. He paused again and she waved her clasped hands at him until he relented.

“Okay!” He was laughing at her theatrics. “Fine! I’ll go.” She squealed and leapt into his arms, squeezing him. “Great! Ben, you won’t regret it. I’ll fill you in on the whole family before we go. Flashcards and everything. It’ll be awesome!”

Awesome was not the word Ben would have used. Torturous, maybe, or hell-like. But he had nodded along as Bev started to explain her family and their quirks. He had half expected her aunt to say no but instead she had been thrilled to hear that they were finally dating and insisted he come.

It had all lead to this, night three of the reunion. They were leaving tomorrow, after a big pancake breakfast. Bev’s family had rented out a large house in a tourist-y town and had been enjoying all the niche museums and ghost tours that the town offered. Ben had enjoyed it, Bev’s family was nice, if a bit intense. All of them wanted to know where ‘she had been hiding him’ as they grinned approvingly at him. Several had pinched his cheeks, much to his chagrin and Bev’s obvious delight.

Now, Bev was supposed to be changing before they went to the bonfire. She had dragged Ben with her, wanting to talk about how one of her cousins had spent dinner explaining exactly why Trump was right about ‘those people’. Ben wasn’t supposed to be in the room with Bev, especially with the door closed. Her family had strict rules about non-married people. Ben was in a room with several of Bev’s male cousins and couples got glared at if they did much more than hand holding in front of the family. It had spared Ben the embarrassment of having to do anything more with Bev to convince them they were a couple.

This week had already been hard enough for Ben, with Bev constantly next to him and whispering in his ear. It was his own personal Heaven and Hell.

She turned to him, her face changing to a serious expression. “Thank you again Ben, you saved me from a weekend of boredom. I’m so glad you came.”

“Pretending to be your boyfriend is the easiest thing i’ve ever had to do.” His voice was softer than he meant it to be and, to his immediate horror, Bev seemed to know the meaning behind what he said.

“That’s not-” He started, right as Bev said, “Ben-” And then door swung open, with one of the aunts on the other side.

“You know the rules!” She chided. “No closed doors until wedding bells ring.” She smiled and went on her way, giving Ben time to scramble away from Bev.

“I’ll go, let you change.” He said, trying to back out of the room but Bev had already stood and shut the door again, effectively trapping him between her and the door.

“Ben, what did you mean?” She asked.

He felt his face turn bright red. “N-nothing.” He stammered out. “Not, anything, like what you’re thinking.” He finally got out.

She sucked her top lip into her mouth, a sign she was nervous. “What if I want it to be what I’m thinking?”

“What-what are you thinking?” He asked, unable to process what was happening.

“This.” She said, leaning in and kissing him firmly.

She moved back, looking up at him and he nodded. “I like that.” His brain hadn’t quite caught up with what had happened.

Luckily she laughed. “Ben, did you really think I asked you as a last option? I’ve liked you for,” she blew her lips out, “years.”

He felt his mouth drop open and quickly closed it. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Why didn’t you?”

He smiled. “Fair. Fine, fine.” He nodded slowly, looking down at Bev. “You really like me?”

She put her arms around his neck. “I really really like you.”

He put his hands on her hips, his brain finally catching up with what was happening and starting to believe it was real. “I really really like you too.”

She laughed. “Good. So then Ben, what do you say we make this fake relationship real?”

“I’d like nothing more.” He answered, leaning down and kissing her again.

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