#g!baggs

[shadowsegregious]

doodles of randos that i love very much

[sexy-sans-poll]

List of participants!

Here are the competitors at the time of posting! Match-ups will be randomised before the competition starts.

Nightmare Dream Passive!Nightmare Shattered!Dream Swap!Nightmare Swap!Dream Killer Horror Dust Cross Error Ink Lust Colour Epic Reaper Geno Baggs Fatal!Error Blueberror Swap Crossbones Fresh Fell Swapfell Fellswap Farm Science Dance Outer G!Sans Ccino

[veryace-ficrecs]

Nimona fic recs

I have seen the movie, I love the movie. Here, recs.

In all honesty, I have the comic, read it years and years ago, and this movie was a fantastic representation of it.

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Kiss it and make it better by Bagge - Rated G

After Ballister removes the arrow from Nimona's leg, she decides she kinda enjoys the attention.

late at night by romeoandjulietyouwish - Rated G

Nimona is still getting used to Ambrosius, it helps that Ballister loves him very much.

finally home by romeoandjulietyouwish - Rated G

Ballister brings Nimona home to Ambrosius.

When The Smoke Clears, I Will Be Here by petrixhoric - Not Rated

When the last sparks of Nimona's light faded, Ballister collapsed among the ashes. To his rescue comes Ambrosius, who is ready to scoop him up and take him home. Everything hurts in Ballister's world: his heart... His body. He let's himself be vulnerable around the man he once loved, for the sake of all he's just been through.

Phantom Aches & Love by lostmagician - Rated M

Ambrosius wakes up to find Ballister perched on the edge of the bed, hunched over, his left palm braced against his knee.

between starshine and clay by TealWren - Rated G

Bal had been gone for too long. Or, three months after everything, Ambrosius goes looking.

Welcome Home by FaboKraken - Rated T

Nimona comes home. Ballister can’t believe it. Aka A home is sometimes a brooding one-armed science tech not-villian, a socially awkward golden knight who’s allergic to olives, and their accidentally-aquired sort-of-adopted 1000+ year-old-teen of mass chaos

twenty thousand years of this (seven more to go) by hereforthehurts - Rated G

“Shhh, stop. Stop, it’s okay,” The voice soothes, now, hands hovering above her head, already formed into the shape of her hair, but doesn’t dare to touch her. “Nimona—listen to me. You’re home. You’re alright.” Home. Noun. Four letters. Two syllables. But what the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s been a deer and a fish and a shark and a dragon and somehow in the end, despite all of that, nobody at all? What the fuck does it mean to a girl who’s seen the moons change its shape too many times over and brought fire to every valley where her baby feet steps? or: violent nightmares aren't new to nimona. what's new is the pair of arms that holds her regardless, and a place that normal people call home.

Shapes of Regret by then00breturns1101 - Rated G

It takes a while to adjust after Nimona's... death. Ballister is still grieving, Ambrosius is trying his best. At least they have each other again.

(I'm) the monster under their bed. by levi2207 - Not Rated

Be it simple curiosity, or something deeper, one day Ballister asks Nimona a question He's not ready for the answer.

trail of flowers through the wood by winter_hiems - Rated G

After everything, Ambrosius turns up at Ballister’s lair in the hope that Ballister might take him back.

If Ballister had adapted to live without his arm, how much easier must it be for Ballister to live without the man who had cut it off? Just because Ambrosius had apologised didn’t make it okay. He’d taken off his lover’s right hand.

How I Feel... by lostmagician - Rated T

“But I don’t wanna go to school,” Nimona protests, stomping her foot. “It’s not fair. I’m not a girl!” “I know you’re not a girl,” rejoins Ballister, because she’s repeated it roughly two hundred fifty times. “But there’s no other way. Nobody knows you’re alive, and this is for the best.” Or: Ballister thinks Nimona should go back to school, as a way to avoid suspicion. Chaos ensues.

Cheaters! by otomiyatickles - Rated G

What Ballister thought was going to be a quiet night alone, ends up being a night full of fun and laughter with the two people he holds dear.

it's nice to have a friend by immortalbanner - Rated G

If there was one thing true about Ballister's life it was that Ambrosius was one of the first people to accept him.

Fondly by ChiseHatori - Rated G

Ballister awakens from a familiar nightmare and Ambrosius comforts him.

Bond by Anonymous - Rated T

"This way! He's getting away." The clink of heavy armor makes Nimona know exactly what's coming. More knight, but they're not after them this time. This time they're after.. the human? This pathetic human? The one without an arm and suffering from heavy blood loss. "Isn't there a monster living in these tunnels?" A frightened voice asks. A laugh echoes throughout the stone walls. "Relax, the only monster here is Ballister."

Not a People by MaroonLeoInvestedCrybaby - Rated G

Nimona always has a habit of getting injured during fights but nobody has ever worried about her, that is, until Ballister Boldheart came around.

Enough courage to trust by spookygreen - Rated G

Nimona and Ambrosius don't really like each other, let alone trust each other. One of those days, they finally get a chance to bond - through kicking ass and having pizza.

[wishing-stones]

how do you write for the guys? do you have specific ways you write for them or rules?

Yeah actually I have several things I keep in mind while writing them

When I write dialogue for Killer, I bear in mind that he's the quickest to act-- whether this is a reaction to something said, or actually doing something, he's almost always the first one to comment. He's also pushy, casual, and tends to order rather than ask. He speaks in proper case and with modern turns of phrase and slang. He's good with backhanded compliments and if that doesn't cut it, straight-up insults. He's also very sarcastic and throws quips and witticisms around freely.

Dust always speaks in lowercase and occasionally drops 'g's on the ends of words. He's quiet, so he doesn't get as much dialogue as the other do unless he's giving exposition, which he does from time to time. He's scarily observant, and doesn't miss anything. Sometimes he comments on it, sometimes he doesn't. He might even comment on it later.

When doing Axe's dialogue, I tend to make him contract words and not enunciate as clearly. He drops letters or has different words he uses (yer instead of your) to get the kind of gruff, deep rolling voice I have in mind conveyed properly. He's smart, too, but he's good at playing to those who would underestimate him for the head injury. That does affect his speech patterns, too. He'd sound a lot like Dust, otherwise. He also speaks in lowercase.

Cross is probably the one I'll have the hardest time answering this for. He's pretty upstanding and wasn't ever lazy, so he speaks in proper case. He's kind of similar to Killer in that he throws around modern slang and turns of phrase, but not as often. He's fairly reserved in what he says unless he's comfortable with the person he's talking to. He drops letters on occasion, but it's usually if he's not in his usual composure.

Baggs is the smartest person in the room at any given time. He knows it, too. (Or at least, he thinks he is and he's not usually wrong about it.) He speaks with proper case and lots of dictionary words. He doesn't tend to dumb down what he says unless someone asks for it in simpler terms ('English, Doc?') at which point he'll reiterate in easier terms to understand. He alternates between using contractions and not; if he's speaking quickly or around people he's comfortable with, he'll use them a little more readily. If not, he tends to use the extended forms (do not vs don't, cannot vs can't, etc.) OR if he's gotten wrapped up in some lecture or another while he's explaining things. He liberally abuses pet names, too, but the sweeter they are, the more likely it is that he likes the person he's referring to.

Nightmare almost never uses contractions. If he does, they tend to still sound very proper. ('I'll not, I've a(n),' etc.) He will use them if he needs to speak quickly, or if he's under great duress-- instances where he drops the propriety and becomes no-nonsense. He also uses large words, and his speech patterns are very antiquated. He tends to wax on about things before getting to the point of what he's saying, too, so sometimes I have characters call him out on that to make him stop. He picks his words carefully, and almost always says what he means. He also very rarely curses. (Damn is the most common).

And, just for kicks, the others;

Dream, similar to his brother, speaks in a pretty antiquated way, but he isn't afraid of using contractions. He doesn't do it all the time, but he isn't allergic to sounding slightly more casual (which... he's teased Nightmare about in the past). He also swears. He knows the impact of a well-timed F-bomb, and subverts other's expectations of him often. He takes great pride in doing so, actually. He is annoyingly observant and tends to skirt issues and doesn't speak plainly unless whatever the topic is deserves bluntness. He often leaves verbal breadcrumbs, cryptic comments, and noncommittal responses if he wants someone to come to their own conclusion.

Ink is incredibly casual in his speech patterns and use of colloquial phrases and slang. He speaks quickly, and if he's not putting up a front for whoever he's talking to, is annoyingly smart and accurate. He doesn't beat around the bush like Dream does and places value in being upfront. (Unless he's actively lying, which is hard to pick out anyhow because if he is, he just doesn't talk about it). He doesn't tend to think about things before he says them, which leads to trouble sometimes... but it's usually harmless. He doesn't insult unless it's petty. He speaks in proper case.

Blue speaks in uppercase, unless he's in an enclosed area (indoors, usually) where he switches to proper case for his 'indoor voice'. While not yelling, he is naturally loud. He speaks pretty casually, but is careful about what he says. He doesn't like being mean or hurting feelings, but... it doesn't mean he's incapable of it. He is just as sharp as any of the others and, similar to Dream and Axe, plays off of other's expectations of him being nothing more than an excitable recruit in over his head.

Error... is difficult. I hear his voice when I type his dialogue, so I place em-dases wherever I hear it skipping. He tends to skip more if he's under stress, angry, excited, or otherwise feeling a big emotion. I've typed his dialogue in zalgo text in the past, but I feel like using dashes is much better for readability and conveying to readers where I hear the skips. As for how he talks, he's pretty casual, swears often, tends to use shorter words (so he doesn't garble them) and doesn't... really use a lot of slang. He knows it, but he doesn't often use it. He speaks in proper case.

[imtrashraccoon]

Who's your favorite character that you have written about?

I feel bad because the answer is Nightmare. No contest.

Don't get me wrong, I adore writing the Underfell brothers, the Bad Sans', G!Sans, and Baggs. But uh...there's something about him that makes me weak...

[boneheadboner]

Also I had an idea that involves Fresh? But I swear to GOD I get the feeling that I'm gonna get his vocal impression down wrong.

Like every time I try to come up with and do one? It's like take Pauly Shore, mix him with Michelangelo from the classic TMNT, and throw in some surfer dude for good mix.

SUFFICE TO SAY I THINK MY BRAIN THOUGHT "Oh yeah that's what the 90s sounds like"

A breakdown of the idea being that Sans mentions the 90s, and Blue freaks out trying to get him to stop talking about the 90s. Because that's inviting something to make itself known.

Blue effectively feels like the 90s is a Beetlejuice situation when it comes to Fresh

Red fucks up by overhearing and starting to talk about the 90s

Blue panicks more, and Sans and Red make nice talk about it until FRESH POOF

Fresh is there, Blue throws his hands up proclaiming "YOU ALL HAVE A DEATH WISH'

Fresh is completely chill and just geeking about how nice their pad is. Sans sees no issue with it, until he tries cursing. And gets censored.

Sans immediately comes to the conclusion. That oh THAT must be why Blue didn't want this guy around.

Oh man this suck, they've gotta get that guy out somehow

Red gets censored, and catches on pretty damn quick. Gets a bit pissy about it

Baggs shows up, livid that Red hasn't responded to his texts or calls for three days. Red realizes, oh shit, he hasn't had a phone in three days. Baggs curses. Sharp inhale as he finds that his words are being censored. Baggs doesn't take well to his language being controlled. Fresh states that those words ain't G rated and therefore unrad

Red tries to calm him down, and tries to explain to Baggs about the Phone. Baggs misunderstands and worries that Red's making an excuse and clarifies that it's okay for him to set boundaries or let him know if he's being too much. All the while accidentally cursing, getting censored out, and getting increasingly livid over it and making mentions that whoever is responsible, he wants them on his f___ing operating table.

Red keeps trying to quell Baggs from getting more and more murdery. Sans and Blue back him up, stating that Red did in fact, lose his phone. And it's a long story that's essentially a noodle incident. Baggs gets a little more upset, and denotes that while it's comforting for them to try and back him up, he doesn't have to lie about his phone being gone...

Until he reads Red's mind, finds out that dear fucking god, the noodle incident DID fucking happen.

And then starts getting on Red about what the FUCK was he thinking doing something like THAT with his phone, stars, that's his LIFELINE. The surface is so BIG, that if anyone needed to reach him that no one could. Going full ass mother hen on Red, as Red is trying to make excuses for the Noodle Incident

Fresh leans over and asks Blue if like, Red and Baggs are like, a thing? Blue confirms. Fresh starts asking that aren't they technically the same dude, just from different universes? Blue confirms. "Dude, that's fuckin' wack yo." "... I mean, when you think about it like thaaaat."

Sans catches on. "wait, did you just f___ing curse?" "Yeh broseph. Rules for thee are not rules for mee-heee~."

Baggs overhears him. And starts practically trying to claw out of Red holding him back screaming. "OH I'm going to F___ING K___ HIM!! .... Wh-- K___ ISN'T EVEN A CURSEWORD!!!" "Not g safe, dawg. Ya can't say that." Baggs is seething, and Red hastily is trying to pull him back and explaining that Baggs damn well knows the kind of shit Red goes through with his LV, he is NOT gonna stand by and watch Baggs get any LV under his belt.

... And then realizes "Jesus f___en s__t, is this what it feels like bein' on th other side? GOD this is weird..."

[destinylightsup-2006]

My Naughty List for Christmas (2023)

Here are the characters I think they're naughty. (As some of them are, and bullies too)

Mr. Krabs (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Plankton (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Bubble Bass (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Hades, Pain and Panic (Hercules)

King K. Rool (Donkey Kong)

Eric Cartman (South Park)

Peter Griffin (Family Guy)

Carter Pewterschmidt (Family Guy)

Bertram (Family Guy)

Penelope (Family Guy)

Jeffery Fecalman (Family Guy)

Chili Pepper Cookie (Cookie Run)

Devil Cookie (Cookie Run)

Licorice Cookie (Cookie Run)

Twizzly Gummy Cookie (Cookie Run)

Custard Cookie (Cookie Run)

Dr. Evilglaze (Cookie Run)

Shacka Rocka (Cookie Run)

Abalone Cookie (Cookie Run)

Princess Morbucks (Powerpuff Girls)

Nui Harime (Kill la Kill)

Evelyn Claythorne (Meta Runner)

Roman Torchwick (RWBY)

Tyrian Callows (RWBY)

Cardin Winchester (RWBY)

Red Prince (RWBY)

Jacques Schnee (RWBY)

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Blitzo (Helluva Boss)

Verosika Mayday (Helluva Boss)

Vector Perkins (Despicable Me)

Balthazar Bratt (Despicable Me)

Scarlet Overkill (Despicable Me)

.GIFfany (Gravity Falls)

Scanty and Kneesocks (Panty & Stocking)

Flim and Flam (My Little Pony)

Cozy Glow (My Little Pony)

Storm King (My Little Pony)

Prince Blueblood (My Little Pony)

Lighting Dust (My Little Pony)

Mane-Iac (My Little Pony)

Suri Polomare (My Little Pony)

Gladmane (My Little Pony)

Sludge (My Little Pony)

Sideshow Bob (The Simpsons)

Snake Jailbird (The Simpsons)

Fat Tony (The Simpsons)

Lyle Lanley (The Simpsons)

Chick Hicks (Cars)

Gaston LeGume (Beauty and the Beast)

Lord Farquaad (Shrek)

Rumpelstiltskin (Shrek)

Big Jack Horner (Puss in Boots)

Lifty and Shifty (Happy Tree Friends)

Aku (Samurai Jack)

Bender Rodriguez (Futurama)

Gruntilda (Banjo Kazooie)

Professor Poopypants (Captain Underpants)

Nabbit (Super Mario)

Phantom of the Bwahpera (Super Mario)

Mayor Shelbourne (Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs)

Eustace Bagge (Courage the Cowardly Dog)

Bendy (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Kaos (Skylanders)

Gallaxhar (Monsters vs. Aliens)

Chris McLean (Total Drama)

Flintheart Glomgold (The DuckTales)

Bradford Buzzard (The DuckTales)

Dr. Facilier (The Princess and the Frog)

Percival C. McLeach (The Rescuers)

Lord Hater and Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder)

Aloysius O'Hare (The Lorax)

Harry and Marv (Home Alone)

Slappy the Dummy (Goosebumps)

Marx (Kirby)

Mr. Swackhammer (Looney Tunes)

Al-G Rhythm (Looney Tunes)

Junko Enoshima (Danganronpa)

Swagmaster6969696969 (SMG4)

Francis (SMG4)

Sir Benedict Cumbersnatch (Sunset Paradise)

Scar (The Lion King)

Starscream (Transformers)

Airachnid (Transformers)

Roger Smith (American Dad!)

Zim (Invader Zim)

M3gan

Trevor Philips (Grand Theft Auto)

Diesel 10 (Thomas & Friends)

Splatter and Dodge (Thomas & Friends)

Arry and Bert (Thomas & Friends)

Turbo (Wreck-it Ralph)

Syndrome (The Incredibles)

The Underminer (The Incredibles)

Bon Voyage (The Incredibles)

Kahmunrah (Night at the Museum)

Tighten (Megamind)

Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)

Oogie Boogie (The Nightmare Before Christmas)

NOTE: I do not own everything

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Olive Gardin

Adventure timez…!!!!!! soooOooo 2 weekZ ago we defz went to olivE garDin and defz gots 6 baskins of bred sticks n Put dem in hottopic bagg under our table n it wuz SOO FUNNZ to also pretend we were just newly Married w our court ordained ined ring-pops n ask our nameless and hobophobic server if we koild get free desert (she didn’t even say no she just said nothing so we stole tha cheese grater) . da chiggen Gnocci unlimited soup was Def canned but i rly likeD mixing it with the raspberryy iced T cuz i personally think all parts of ur tung shuld b stimulated when U eat Cuz eating is just like fuckin . n my feet hurt sooooooo bad rN cuz of my wooden jeffrey campbellz . but i feel kinda cute . ??? also we ran around beacons talkin bout how the soundcloud beats they played on overhead speaker made us wanna abort all our future fetuses n they laffed then we went to do drugs in the ahmitofu bathroom then kholed n laid on the sidewalk outside then ran into friends and also a local white pervert . :-]

Justin Bieber something something Yea yea yea i forgot the lyriX but ima keep mY eye out for SeleneerRRRRR .!!! >_< >_< <3 Jelena all overzz my TicTac Clock app .! i think im gonna try to find sum j13 magazines oFf ebAy n Make a shrine of pop culture 2000 in moi room . Cuzz like just cuz hailey is lik a enneagram 9 type n avoidant or whatever’s dis not Mean she not phlegmatic . i mean Problematic, my autoKorect go wiLd. :-p ask moi friend Jaime whos dads name is italian Salami. lYke can we talk ab the G tattoo n lik the stalking .?! n Jaden smith friendzoning her hug . SUS.!!!!!! WEERIIIRDD.!!!

im SooooOooOooo sad cuz i accidentally punched myseLf takin off my platformzz comin home from music video shoot on the Lords day N i gave moiself a semi black eye :-[ it wuz kuz i wuz rushing n rly tired cuz yea Idk jus went to bossa n stayed at friendz afties for literally 11 hourzz. n After my cute breakdown at Krazypizza n Wingsz n tryin to protect friends from gettin harassed for spare change off myrtle Bratwurst then tried to climb into a closet on top of a closet . i signed Dat NdA N i kant rly disclose nothInG YET but the wardrobe styling was as professionally listed in email from casting agent:”CUNTY FUCKING FABULOUS DENIM 4 jesus!!!<3 <3 “

Woowwwa has i been burnt out n on tha verge of mf resentment.!! i needs 2 practice giving compassion rather empathy.? n reevalue my boundaries also slow down when it comes to givin my heart cuz im such a mf simp . n Now that i cried for the last 46 hours and 27 min im ready to take the world again.!!!!!! ((online)).

Ty 2 my friends who don’t judge me when i cry cuz i C too many colors when i khole n think bad thoughts.!! and hold my hand while they poo pee n pee poo cuz my friends r sooo talented they can multitask lik dat <3 uwu <3 i still confused y i kholed n saw everything lik in marie antioinette viobez, i think it was The daughter of italiano salami’s vivienne westwood pearlZ that triggered meh. YEA i lik to speak in metaphors n colors n b confusing .! lik this one bitch i don’t talk to anymores twitter cover picture says ,”If im 2 much ….. find less.” =] enemies who giv u life quote inspo>>>>>>>>>

Shuld i just run away n move to connecticut or somewhere w like big grocery stores n like wildflowers on the road n trackerz just so i culd hibernate4a lil.?? i wanna b truly happy n not so heavy hearted n lik Stressed ab living / stayin above water . singing billie eyelash at thurr clurb made me realize i b wanting to cry when i dancin n in a room full of ppl n I rly do b goin out 2 da clurb to find “mutual understanding and good conversation. “4 now Ig ill jus keep distracting myself by watching lesbian dramas (Find that cheater in ur local neighborhood in the PNW.!!) and more Angry angry food reviewers eating cardi B + oFfset ‘a micky D meal ‘ mukbang N watchin dem get really upset cuz they got ripped off . Fast food inflation is crazy n im not sayin it’s ok cuz i still think of everything in Mcchiggen currency .

i want SydneySweedney to be my peeping tom so bad n also to forgive myself for being mean to someone who didn’t deserve it but i was just mad n tired of being heart brokeN. No im not talkin about the uhaul lesbian who love bombed meh the last month n a half n showed up to my house when i told them not to w a bag of mini nutellas n an old ringpop i ated that they tied their hair all around to bind meh to dem . Im also contemplating doing squats to get a fat ass cuz if i can’t get a lobotomy i should probably hav something vein instead to feel better (achieving the same result of happiness at the end but through a different method.) Is that rational.?? i’ve been told i kant rly compartmentalize .

Just cuz we all hav adhd does not mean we don’t kno how to listen n tht rly makes me happy esp cuz im still mad at that callenlourde psychiatrist w the huge badonkadonks who refused to diagnos meh cuz she is a cop. N

i luv goin 2 moi friendzz casa then not knowin her roomie is throwing a party w a local trak meet group n making shashooka N then everybody comes in sweaty even tho it’s sleetingsnowing outside then all these men n one women take off their shirts then put david bowie makeup on N clown costumez then im slowly realizing it was lik mayb lowkey an intended orgy.?!..?! n Im just sitting in the corner nxt to the space heater cuz im low in iron and googling “How long does cocaine last “ cuz along w this street adderal and the copious amounts of Kitty idont rly think i’m loading anymore N ima shashookashoot moiself if a sweaty man is near me again trying to help me hold the vaccuum in place while we scramble to figure out which Hdmi cord is broken. i took the What type of lesbian test r u and it said lipstick. but Idk what any of this means..?!

UGHHHHHHH i def am hexed by another hot self employed lesbian cuz how did I uber us all to they apt the other nite completely sober . tHinking it wuz takin us to moodring. N god damn how did i lose my phone n it wuz under the couch rite nxt to his old vape he lost 2 weeks ago there. Im hexed!.!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dere is sm more to share lik how i kinda still admire my ex Gf who visited nyc this last week even tho they don’t remember denying me closure and how i Found a tboy who is willing to be the community scapegoat for hot afab femmes / A human bench , and my new obsession the word assburgers . N how my roomie n i went to pick up a couch from a man in queens who told us to go in n make ourselves at home when we arrived 5 min earlier than him cuz the heartshaped lock on the door was unlocked but im tired n hav to work on confronting my addiction to chicken as a vegan , getting a blink membership n getting hotter. love u all <3

—Renny whowill get a fat asssoon Chang cuz if i can’t hav a lobotomy i want power .

[techcat]

Alright, looks like Error won. So.

Quick image of each option under cut

Legacy/Octal

Syntax (with husband Bart)

Tear (and partner Pen)

Recursion and Overflow

EOF (and Tear)

Sudo-e

Coro

Data Leak

WhiteList

[onesinnerzerostandards]

for FunOnABunX on Twitter

hnnnnng need to draw more G!Sans variants, so good, unff

[wishingstarinajar]

I had to rush this one xD but I wanted to do one last drawing before the Undertale OC finale poll ends.

Whatever the outcome may be in but a few hours, I had a blast during this poll! I met some awesome people and characters, it was a thrill! Thank you all SO much for the experience!!

Credits: Nate : bones_on_skin Psycho: LhPsycho Zane: ZippyDoZane Baggs: @megalommi Keeper: @theraccoonwtf Endless: ErroneousSinner

[wishing-stones]

So, uh... how would the R&R boys react to finding out that MC is actually only half-human? I thought about this while reading bc I was on my Steven Universe brainrot at the time and thought about my mc being half-Gem. I wonder how would the story go and how the boys would take the information.

(They wouldn't have many sick and op abilities, just like... more endurance and a better healing factor, as well as Steven has. Boi literally never went to the hospital his whole life until the epilogue of the series)

You are a Mage by definition! A gem could easily be categorized as a subrace of monsters.

The guys would be surprised, but pleasantly so.

Killer is eager to see what you can do and encourages training sessions to find out and work on what all you can do. Honestly, he's like a kid at christmas Dust thinks it's kind of a fascinating manifestation of magic, and would like to help in a more subtle way than Killer. Working with you on easier little cantrips and stuff. Axe is just pleased that you're a mage in general. All of your abilities are awesome, but your durability is what makes him the happiest. It means he has less to worry about if you're in the field together. Cross, similar to Killer, insists on helping hone your abilities and figuring out what all you can and can't do. Durability and healing are fantastic boons that he'll push your limits on for sure. Baggs might need a little bit of care to be around. He's not dangerous by any means-- he won't hurt you-- but it's f a s c I n a t i n g to have a mage around that he can work with closely and study. He hasn't had the chance until now, really... And it's an opportunity he won't squander. He might... get a little invasive or pushy, but he's mostly harmless. Nightmare also insists on finding out the limits of what you can do. Mages are a rare asset, and your primary attributes make you a particularly valuable one to him. He's also the one who puts arguably the most effort into researching the specific background of your mage status-- the nature of your monster (read: gem) parent, what might come with that, he's delving wayyy into your background.

[imtrashraccoon]

And the winner is... Writing Requests!

Thank you to everyone who voted! ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／

So, I will be accepting up to five requests, depending how many of you are interested of course. (I may accept a few more though.)

Classic Papyrus Oneshot [Completed]

Doctor's Orders [Completed]

A Gentle Soldier [Completed]

[Open]

[Open]

I will write for any existing Undertale character, preferably those who have been in the fandom for a while or have easily accessible information so I can research them. I usually write Reader inserts (second person pov) but I can write OC's too.

The drabble will be at least 2,000 words but probably less than 3,000 words, depending on how much detail I end up going into.

I will not write:

Smut/graphic sexual content (I know a few of you are minors and I'm not comfortable writing that anyways.)

Anything endangering minors such as graphic violence or anything sexual.

Gore (Blood and injuries is fine, just nothing intense like torture.)

Incest, Sanscest, Papscest, or Fontcest. (You can ship what you like but I don't like any of these and I will not be writing them.)

Obvious kinks (I shouldn't have to list them all here but if they make me squirm, I am not writing them. Liking teeth or claws, pulling hair, or being slightly dominant in a situation are fine though.)

These are basic guidelines and I may add onto them if I realize I forgot anything. As much as it pains me, I cannot write everything and I have the right to reject your request if it makes me uncomfortable.

That said, I will write:

Reader x Character or OC x Character (I would prefer to write F/M as I am a female but I can write gender neutral too.)

Fluff (This is easily my favorite thing to write!)

Spicy (I also love writing this but I'm still new at it so no promises. Sex will be treated as a fade to black if you want that still.)

Frans or Soriel (I do ship these so long as everyone is consenting adults. I may consider other ships but no promises as I don't really ship any other non-canon pairings.)

Angst (I do like writing this, however, I can't promise it will be good. I prefer happy endings but if you want to see a character suffer, I can do that.)

I may also add onto this list if I remember something else. I have only ever written the Underfell brothers, some of the Classic brothers, G!Sans, and the Bad Sans' including Nightmare, Horror, Dust, and Killer.

I'm interested in writing Cross, Dr. Baggs, Dream, Ink, Error, Fresh, the Swapfell brothers, the Mafiafell brothers, the Underswap brothers, Farmtale, or various other interpretations such as cryptids, sirens, or different settings like a Western.

Have any questions about something not listed here? Please shoot me a message!

I'm doing this for fun but I want you to enjoy the process as well. No promises how long these will take to write as I'm generally pretty busy. I will update this post as the requests come in and unless you don't want me to, I will be posting these requests on my AO3 as well as on here.

Here's to a fun year! Thank you for reading this far if you did! (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

[undiscovered-horizon]

+A collection of songs that remind me of a certain catholic lawyer+

▷PLAY

TRACKLIST:

Eyes On Fire - Hahlweg, wayfie

Tuning Out... - Bastille

Let Me Tell You - Grace Victoria

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

White Flag - Bishop Briggs

Dirty - grandson

Dry Blood - Highland, Alex Venegas

Glory And Gore - Lorde

Phoenix - League of Legends, Cailin Russo, Chrissy Contanza

Devil's Gonna Come - Raphael Lake, Royal Baggs

Changes - Hayd

Running From My Shadow (feat. grandson) - Mike Shinoda, grandson

Until I Come Home - Two Feet, grandson

Dejavu - BewhY

The Ballad of G and X // interlude - grandson

Identity - grandson

bad_news - Bastille

Devil Inside - CRMNL

In My Blood - Shawn Mendes

Alive - Sia

Two Evils - Bastille

某时某刻 - Lu Han

勋章 - Lu Han

Head In The Clouds - Hayd

Heroes Fall - Hidden Citizens, ESSA

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @eldritch-and-tired for commissioning this lil’ /Reader piece of @megalommi‘s Sans, Baggs. I will ALWAYS be a simp for this sexyman. Enjoy!!

Tw: injections, unwilling hypnosis/mind control

...

You giggled.

The light was so pretty. Swirling, undulating, cyan and magenta warping and shifting in and out of one another in an endless hypnotising rhythm. It made you think of a funfair... spirals everywhere, from the tops of the stalls to the decorations on the rides, to the signs leading you around to those huge lollipops that tasted tooth-meltingly sweet. Happy memories, carefree, far away and non-solid but still wonderful. What were you doing? You couldn’t remember anything. You liked blue and purple, they were everywhere, all around you, such pretty colours. 

Pretty, pretty...

“... there we go. easy now.”

... You didn’t realise he was even there until he (somewhat cautiously?) spoke. Your senses were just colours. The voice was odd and a bit disembodied at first but slowly, slowly, you became aware of its source- a face hovering just over you. The awareness spread to your body, too... you were bent at an odd angle with your feet just barely lifted off the floor, your back flat on a rather uncomfortable table, gravity pulling your hair and cheeks. And he... he was just a few inches over you, pinning you by one of your wrists.

...

A tight and tense, cutting smile, clear signs of stress around his face and shoulders making it obvious that this was the smile of a man on the edge and not one of any particular joy. Deep sockets, so wide they looked borderline painful, glaring down at you with so much intensity...

... You could feel his body heat. And his breath against your face. Your heartbeat, your slightly itchy nose, how tight he was holding your wrist.

“... Mh... Huh?” You said, ever-so articulately, vision spinning in the same direction as the swirls emanating from his left socket. A similar way to how the world rocked when you were dizzy... except for you, it never righted itself. It just kept spinning and spinning and spinning. Everything was so bright, as you fell under a pleasant fuzzy sensation burrowed into your chest and mind, blanketing your thoughts as if you were just in the middle of a nice dream where nothing much mattered.

“shh...” 

When he gently closed his gloved fingers around something you had gripped in your pinned hand, you put up no fuss, loosening your hold and allowing him to take it... when did you pick up a scalpel? What an odd thing to have. The back of your head hurt and your knuckles felt the telltale aches of having been tense a few moments ago, even though they were now just an unwound coil like the rest of you.

... Dr. Baggs let out a long slow, breath. You could feel it against your nose and neck, he was that close... his mouth open barely a crack, the magenta hue of his tongue glinting against his fangs. 

“... alright.” He said, voice silky, gentle on your thrumming ears and head, sockets easing around the edges as he calmed down. The bluish shadows of sleep deprivation under them became more apparent as the tension in the room, face and posture waned. “that’s better.”

... Yeah. You thought, relaxed and calm. It is.

... He gave you the bare minimum of personal space, leaning back and helping you to sit, lifting you with the perfect combination of gentle but firm as if he knew you’d immediately feel so dizzy when you became upright. Your hands moved up and held onto his shoulders to steady yourself- the fabric of his lab coat was surprisingly soft, it was very nice to touch. 

... He was so close. Supportive but strict hands on your elbows, your knees on either side of him, he smelled like... the artificial flavouring they added candy that just wasn’t quite natural. And a specific, scented brand of antiseptic; clean and sterile and prepared.

“... well.” He hummed, reaching out of sight for something with one hand. Your forehead would bump his collarbone if you leant forward any more. His voice was so soothing and calming, especially since you were only a few inches from his clavicle... you were getting pretty close to shutting your eyes at this point, but a prick in your arm kept you from completely nodding off- you barely noticed it, too busy studying the aesthetically pleasing purple trim to his coat and enjoying the funny fuzzy sensation in your chest and temples. Oh, he suddenly had a full syringe in his hand that he was putting a cap on... where did he get that? 

“i knew from the start you’d be uncooperative, but... not that kind of uncooperative.”

He held something up to your face. You opened your mouth, (wait, why am I opening my mouth...) and he quickly placed it on your tongue. You swallowed, again, without knowing why... it was like your body was following a list of instructions that you couldn’t see or hear. Someone else had taken the wheel; tugging the right strings to make the right parts of you move when they were needed. 

... You didn’t think about it much. No panic, no confusion, no considering the implications. The thoughts were disconnected... just ships in the night, sailing by your muffled brain. All you could really think about was how whatever he’d given you was very strange and bitter and ew, you cringed, an odd acrid taste lingering in the back of your throat.

... Another prick in your arm. That’s weird, he keeps pricking me. Oh well. This time, you looked just in time to see him removing a now-empty syringe; he wiped where he’d poked your forearm with something very cold, then placed a little circular red band-aid over it.

...

There were six other band-aids on that forearm. Two green, three navy, one black... and now the red one.

Hm... I feel like I should be alarmed by that...

Again, all you could think about was how nice you felt right now. Dizzy, warm, safe. Like you’d had a little too much to drink, but now you were laying out in the sun with your friends... I miss the sun...

“most of my ‘patients’ are at least... consistent.” Baggs hummed, continuining to hold you carefully by the elbows, predicting your post-jab swaying. He didn’t seem to realise he was talking aloud, just a scientist observing his experiment, and you weren’t really paying enough attention to what he was actually saying- too many words to process, boooring. “uncooperative awake, uncooperative under. you’re always displaying aggression toward me... and yet as soon as you have no control, there’s an obediency so immediate it’s borderline subconscious. rather fascinating.”

Instead, you...

“... Sexy voice.”

...

...

“... what?” 

Apparently, that was enough to finally break him out of his thoughts. You glanced up at Baggs’ face, still only a few inches away, you kept forgetting where things were around you... the cushion around your soul never wavered but for a moment there was a little blip in the swirls. A slight interruption.

“Mmmhm.”

...

... His expression sort of... well, ‘melted’ was the wrong word. It was more akin to the sun peeking out from between two clouds. The detached, observational, scientific air to him thinned and began to evaporate... revealing something a little more warm.

The razor and unfriendly edges of his smile were rounding into something organic. Perhaps even, daresay, resembling forward. 

“my.” He purred. “how forward of you.”

“S’very nice. Very smooth...” Your tongue felt... eh. And your arm, where he’d poked you, was starting to itch. “And you have a nice face too... handsome man. I think so.”

...

His smile started growing even more, and he leaned back an inch or two as if to look at all of you and make sure you were really the same person he’d brought into this examination room less than an hour ago. “... oh really?”

“Yeah...” ... Your hands had been just holding onto his coat... but, spurred on by your sudden drunken confidence, you properly looped them around his neck.

... He blinked, but he only let himself appear taken aback for a moment or two. Despite how ominously his magenta eyelights glowed in his dark, shadowed sockets... you could tell he was enjoying himself, and this sudden turn of events. “i’m flattered.”

You laid your head on his chest. It was getting kinda hard to stay upright. 

... Your nose scrunched.

“Funky smell, though.”

That was enough to get an actual laugh out of him- albeit shortlived, his skull cocking like a curious mirthful bird. “are you... genuinely telling me that i smell, darling?”

“Yeah. Because it’s true. You’re gremlin.”

 “i’m... gremlin?”

“Mhm.”

“stars. i wish i could tell pap about this.”

Your body shifted, enough to make you lightly squeak- things were spinning so much that it took you a minute to realise Baggs had picked you up, an arm hooked under your legs and another around your back.

“you’re all done for the day, pet.” His eyelights had become a thrumming, almost amethyst colour as he looked at you, a far gentler shade of purple than his previous headache-inducing magenta. You weren’t sure what’d caused that but you weren’t complaining. You weren’t sure what’d caused him to carry you either, considering he usually just brought someone to collect his ‘patients’ for him... but, again, not complaining. “it’s time to get back to your room.”

“I feel funny.” You mumbled.

“that’s normal.”

He started walking. The halls all looked the same, as he moved through them, blending into one another... white and sterile, a few doors dotted inbetween if you were lucky but mostly just the exact same tiles and patterns and lack of anything that would clue you into the fact that people had actually (at some point) existed in this area. 

“Hm... is this where you work...?”

A little chuckle. He was sounding further and further away. “yes. this is my job, dear.”

“It’s so g... ug-ly.”

“oh? you think so?” Baggs’ tone had become... light? Perhaps a little teasing. 

“Jus... put up some nice posters, or something.” Your head was so heavy. Since when was it this heavy? You had to rest it against his chest, feeling that nice fabric against your cheek, hearing an equally nice humming sound from inside his ribcage. “Paint the walls. It’s so... white. Clini... ...clinicic... Calic...” 

“clinical?”

“... Yeah.Tthat.”

A gloved phalange touched your arm. It was probably an attempt at a comforting gesture- stroking the skin. “good to know. i’ll make sure to pass that eloquent advice along to the decorating team.”

“Good.”

He brought you to a cell-like room. It was... vaguely familiar? A bed with one pillow, thin white sheets... some strange posters and a window with bars over it. You felt like you’d spent a long time in there, but it was impossible to think straight enough to actually muster up any memories.

Baggs laid you down on the bed, slowly, handling you like you’d fall apart at any moment. You made a little noise- it wasn’t a very soft bed... but it was good enough. And your body felt so strange and tired that any soft surface honestly was nice enough to lay down on forever.

“comfy?” He asked. Since when did he inquire if you were comfy?

“M... no. S’whatever.”

...

You peeked at him, crouched by your bed... and you reached out, pressing your inexplicably heavy finger against the top of his nasal cavity in a booping motion. You mumbled a little victorious “Silly skeleton.” 

...

He took your hand in his gloved one, gently, before it could go limp and flop down. You couldn’t really make out his expression at this point.

“don’t tell the other subjects...” He murmured... he sounded amused, at least. “but i think you’ve become my favourite.”

“Course.” You shut your eyes. “I’m... m’amazing.”

“... yes. course.” 

A feeling, like a kiss on your hand, before he placed it by your side.

“... go to sleep.”

...

And just like that, your body obeyed him before your head could even process what he’d said, and you were asleep.