#hide your skeletons im coming for them

[fizzrye]

It's officially spooky catboy season

[oceantornadoo]

two lieutenants.

(simon riley x f!reader, all fluff)

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not supposed to happen, not really. but the higher ups are finding their morality (where was it all these years ago?) and want to pat themselves on the back for adding a woman to the team.

simon is prepared to hate you, someone taking his spot. this one thing he's done in his life well, the one family he can protect. it itches him in a place he can't shake, the thought of change, of a new person. someone who will stare at his skeleton ways and his gruff voice, someone who will judge but not understand.

but then he meets you, tinkling laugh with doe eyes. calculating in your military knowledge, respectful of the 141's history. never overstepping, never trying to take his place, simply wanting to learn. he tries to hate you, tries to dump sugar in your tea and hide your eye black, but you just laugh and make a face at the sweetness, drawing an extra makeup stick out of your cargoes.

he needs to hate you, but you wash his extra masks without asking on the days he can't touch them for the blood that's laced into the seams. you include his cigarettes on base grocery runs and pour over tactical maps with him until the wee hours, understanding his fundamental need to know everything, more than what's in the briefing papers.

you are prepared to be intimidated by the ghost, the killing machine without a name. you know you're the only woman on an all-male team, but even you can't work friendship miracles. then you meet him and he cocks his head and sizes you up, seeing you as a threat instead of a piece of meat. someone worth considering, not a sideshow, not eye candy.

you try to be scared of him, but how could you when he always leaves an extra tea bag in the almost-empty box? when he keeps hair ties in his front pocket because yours always seem to break in between missions. he listens to your stories and nods thoughtfully, not needing to preen and puff his status like men you've met before.

you need to stay away, but he takes off his gloves in front of you that first time and suddenly you can't. he tells you to call him simon and that he likes the way you say his name, your dissimilar accent coming through. he brushes stray hair from the nape of your neck during a desert mission, tucking it back into your bandana, and you can't remember why you ever intimidated by this man who makes you earn his comfort and care, but who gives it endlessly once you've got it. he's your simon and you're his partner in crime, and suddenly you two could never imagine a team without two lieutenants.

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im not always into power/rank play i want to be RESPECTED

(don't get me wrong it still eats sometimes)

[xxacademy]

BLOODIED HANDS OF A LOVER'S MISFORTUNE —THRONE OF HIS OWN PART II

Leon Kennedy x Agent!Reader (she/her)

-> READ PART ONE

Summary: Blood, wine, fangs, touch-- his touch. Leon Kennedy made you his princess. He put you in pretty dresses, and put is mark on every part of you. But, it's time to face the reality of your situation. You are not Leon's princess, you are his back up. Now you're forced to do your job, and come face to face with the chaos of the vampire court.

Word Count: 2.5k

Content warnings: blood/gore, reader gets drugged and restrained, weapons, vampires, typical violence and themes associated with resident evil, i shamefully reference one of Leon Kennedy's cringiest one-liner's.

a/n: i had so much fun writing this!! action & horror elements are the best. i think i could write descriptions about blood and wounds forever... it's so strangely fun (?) anwaysss im playing re4r again and i cannot get leon's kicks outta my brain, lol. i hope you enjoy, and as always thank you for your patience. i am a full-time student and i have a full-time job, so writing can take me foreverrrrr.

Leon sits among the vampiric overlords while you sit alone, drinking a cup of tea, wearing yet another tightly corseted Victorian monstrosity.

The servants were undoubtedly kind to offer you clean clothes and breakfast, but that didn't make you want to leave any less. The uneasiness lingers dense in your stomach.

Last night was... Indulgent, to say the least. But the welcome has been overstayed, and you're antsy to leave the vampire's den. Hopefully, Leon will be quick to end their little conclave.

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

You awoke suddenly to a loud clank beside you. To your groggy surprise, your tea cup had fallen and shattered at your feet.

The idle warmth of the fireplace and the cozy living room must have lulled you to sleep. Despite your mind being deep in a heavy fog, you found the strength to look around the room and confirm that you were still, in fact, alone.

You meandered to the heavily draped window and peeked outside. You prepared yourself to be blinded by searing bright snow, but... Oh, dear god.

The sun was setting. You rubbed your eyes in harrowed disbelief. The sun was fucking setting.

How could it be? It was only just morning. You couldn't have possibly slept the entire day.

Your hands were trembling mess as you squatted down to analyze the shattered tea cup. You grabbed a piece of jagged porcelain and brought it to your nose, breathing deeply.

You caught an unmistakably bitter note buried underneath aromatic peppermint. A sedative herb most definitely was used to lace the tea. You felt ashamed; how could you be so naïve, falling for such a novice trick?

But, there was no time to dwell. You scoured the room for a weapon. The only object that stood out to you was a particularly pointy piece of metal off an ornate candelabra. You ripped out the half-melted candles and bent the metal into a makeshift weapon, poking it into your skin to test its sharpness.

This should work, and if it doesn't? Well, It will, you told yourself.

Jaunty candlestick weapon in hand, you headed for the door, which was, unsurprisingly, locked. You analyzed the clunky metalwork and quickly determined it was an old-fashioned skeleton lock. You pulled several pins from your hair, fashioned them into impromptu Allen wrenches, and began picking the lock.

After several attempts and numerous broken pins, you finally jimmied the door open.

You set out into the gothic night-veiled estate, creeping through the labyrinth of hallways. Your heeled shoes and sweeping gown made stealth damn near impossible, but you had no choice but to make it work.

You followed the networking corridors aimlessly, pressing your ear to closed doors in the hope of finding Leon.

You heard pattering footsteps coming towards you, and in a desperate attempt to hide, you angled yourself behind a column of an archway. But as the person passed, a white-gowned servant, she stopped dead in her tracks and turned on her heels to face you.

Glowing red eyes met yours, and a mindless, other-worldly voice flowed from her: "You made a very grave mistake, chérie." The servant lunged at you, unarmed, fangs bared.

The candlestick you weld plummeted to the ground, and you grabbed the servant by the wrists and held her firm, straining to keep her away as she thrashed with all her might.

You threw her down by twisting her arm to the ground and holding her in place by firmly pressing your heel into her sternum. She cried a blood-curdling howl in pain, thrashing under your foot.

"Where is he? Where is Leon?" You demanded, rage filling your wavering voice.

The servant snickered, flashing small, jagged fangs.

"Tell me!" You demanded for the last time.

She was hysterically laughing now-- It was useless to attempt to communicate with a mindless thrall.

You reached for the candlestick and quickly bent over the thrashing servant and slit her throat with the sharp metal edge.

Hot blood spilled down her virgin-white dress, but her glowing red eyes stayed fully conscious. "You're a fool," she mocked, her fingers laced around your wrist.

You sunk your heel back into her sternum, this time with much more force, causing her head to smack against the floor. She hissed in pain. Blood was still pouring from her neck as you forced her hand off of yours. You repositioned the candlestick in your hand, aiming it for her heart.

You held her still by wrapping your hand tightly around her neck and drove the weapon through her chest. Her head lulled to the side limply, and her glowing eyes dulled- she was dead, finally.

You took a moment to catch your breath, staring at the woman's lifeless body. You couldn't recall a single vampiric servant from the previous night, so why now?

As you began to regain your composure, you looked down at yourself, pretty dress all covered in blood. It was an honest reflection of how terrible the last twenty-four hours have gone.

Regardless, you grabbed your blood-drenched candlestick and began creeping through the hallways once more. No one else seemed to be coming for you now. You were utterly alone as you tip-toed through the darkened estate. Utterly alone-- besides the gut-wrenching feeling that you were being watched.

The oil-painted portraits that decorated the looming walls felt like they saw everything. They saw you massacre that servant, they saw you lie to their rulers, they saw you drunkenly court your colleague. Maybe it was your own internalization showing, but you couldn't shake the feeling.

But you felt relief when you spotted a warm candlelit gleam emanating from the crack of a closed door. It had been the first trace of light you'd seen in these gloomy halls.

As you approached the door, you heard overlapping voices talking and laughing. It sounded like a blend of English and French was being spoken, adding to the dissonance.

You ever so gently pressed your ear to the door, attempting to make out what was happening. You couldn't understand a lick of the French being spoken. But you overheard something in English: "When are you going to get the girl?" a mysterious voice asked.

Another more familiar voice replied. “Quand nous en aurons fini avec lui.”

The King.

They must have Leon here. Your stomach dropped.

What could they possibly be doing to him? And the girl, that has to be me, right?

You don't know how it happened or how your cover could have been blown. What if they killed Leon?

There's no way you'd be able to defeat them on your own. Your mind traces all the rational options to go about this, but you conclude there is none. There is only one way.

You draw a quivering breath and open the mysterious door.

To your surprise, you revealed a grand banquet hall swarmed with almost the same lineup from last night's soirée.

The creak of the door caused all of their necks to turn to you instantly. The first thing you noticed was a sea of glowing crimson eyes. All the Lords have been turned now.

The King's stark pale skin and deep blood-red eyes burrowed through your soul. The pointed corners of his mouth raised in an impish smile. At the King's side was Leon, his arms bound and his head hung limp.

He had been draped and displayed at the hands of the merciless creatures that stalked this land. A centerpiece to their dastardly festivities.

"The bunny makes its way to the wolf's den. It's almost commendable." The King squinted, his head reaching forward in his throne to get a better look at you. "It looks like you even found someone in my estate to prey on. How scary."

"How did you find out?" You kept your words steady and firm.

The King laughed, "Ah, this is a good story."

"Go on," you said, taking a step closer.

The King shifted in his chair and took a sip of what was presumably blood from a crystal glass. "I had one of my men doing perimeter control on the south end. He made it all the way to the road, where he saw a car a few meters away-- and chérie, cars do not drive on that road."

Your heart sunk.

"He found a car and stopped it. I could tell you who he found, but I think you might already know. But in case you need a refresher, it was a United States agent with a very detailed file about you and Mr. Kennedy in his car."

You tried to close the gap between you and the King, but two guards restrained you by your arms after throwing your makeshift weapon to the ground.

"You bastard! You bloody bastard! What did you do to him? And what have you done to Leon!?"

"You're going to love this ma chérie. Leon is on the path to grand ascension— he'll become one of us soon. As for the agent that brought you here, he was at lunch the following day. Not exactly my taste, as I prefer the sweet blood of a woman, but he sufficed."

The room erupted in laughter, and long fangs taunted you everywhere you looked. Even the men who held your arms laughed at you.

You tried to break free of their grip, but they outmatched you. The men lifted you by your arms and dropped you before the King's throne. They pushed you down by your shoulders so that your knees crashed to the ground.

You hoped Leon would look up or say something. But he just rested on his knees, head down, in unwavering silence.

Your voice cracked, "And what about me?"

The King clicked his tongue, scanning your blood-soaked figure with heavy lids and a cocky glint in his eye. "You're simply too... Beautiful to just let go."

You rolled your eyes, "Give me a break! You think I'll just go along with you, easy as that?"

His lips formed into a cruel smirk, "I do."

You noticed earlier that the men who restrain you have swords attached to their hips, which could quickly turn the tide of this unlucky evening. The answer is, how?

"Just you wait, little dear." The King arose from his seat and picked up Leon by the collar of his shirt.

The King was tall; he easily towered over everyone in the room. His raven black hair flowed long down his back, extenuating his gaunt appearance.

It appeared that Leon had also been drugged. His body was limp, and he barely resisted as the King pushed him up and threw him into the arms of guards.

The King cleared his throat, demanding the room's attention to himself. "Good evening, everyone. You all know Leon here; He was incredibly loyal and fearlessly dedicated to our cause. But it's recently come to light that he and his darling little girlfriend are federal agents for the United States military."

The crowd murmured their feelings in disgust. "I know, this is very disheartening. But, I have a fitting punishment for the traitors."

The King dragged on about how he planned on turning you both into vampiric slaves, doomed to a life of servitude. But you couldn't care less. He clearly underestimated you.

You notice Leon begin to come to consciousness. It started with his hands forming into fists and then him rolling his neck from side to side.

He lifted his head, sunken blue eyes meeting yours. You were kneeling on the ground, dress blood-soaked and arms forcefully restrained by guards, all before him, to save him.

Leon's eyes darted to the swords the men beside you adorned, and then they darted back to you. He raised an eyebrow as if asking if you saw what he saw.

Yes— you mouthed the words, and Leon nodded.

"Ahh, you're awake." The King forcefully grabbed Leon's neck, digging his talon-like nails into his skin. "Your time has come, Kennedy."

Leon remained silent in the wake of the King's cruelness.

The King yelled for more guards, and they arrived holding a small box upon a velvet pillow. The King opened the box, taking a sizeable, needled syringe between his fingers.

That's how they're doing it, and Umbrella parasite, of course, You thought to yourself.

The guards holding your arms tightened their grip as the King approached Leon, flicking the serum vial menacingly.

"Let the coronation commence!" The King exclaimed to exuberant cheers.

In a quiet voice, he said to Leon only, "I wasn't planning on the girl being here, but how sweet is it that your lover gets to witness your rebirth?"

Leon scoffed, staring at the King directly, sizing up his foe. "We'll see about that."

The King was unphased as he closed the gap, reaching the needle closer and closer to Leon's neck, and when he was in range, Leon charged his leg and landed a devastating kick to the King's chest.

He went flying back and fell to the ground with wind-knocking ferocity. The syringe skidded across the marble floor, far from the King's grasp.

Before anyone could react, Leon freed himself from the guard's grip, flipping one of them over his shoulder and slamming him to the ground. He kicked in the other guard's kneecap, sending him down instantly. Leon stole both swords from either injured guard and pointed them at the King.

Sweat dripped from Leon's brow, and his skin looked washed out and pale. But he stood tall in the wake of the tyrannical leader. The people around began to stir. Some remained frozen in shock, and some readied themselves for a fight.

This was about to get very ugly, and you needed to break free. With your knees pushed into the ground, it was difficult to maneuver against the guard's strength.

You hastily attempted to drive your elbow into the stomach of one of the guards. He deflected it. But you tried again, aiming for his knee. You landed it this time.

"You bitch," the guard grunted as he stumbled back. The other one grabbed you by your arms, lifting you to your feet and placing you into a headlock.

Leon reacted swiftly by throwing one of his swords in your direction. The guard flinched as the sword propelled through the air, seemingly aimed right at his head.

But, you caught the sword by its hilt and wasted no time driving the blade through the belly of the guard who restrained you. The other guard, who was still reeling from his punched-in knee, was next. It was light work for you as you twisted the blade through his chest.

Leon called for you, requesting your backup as he fought off the vampire spawns. They had Leon surrounded, protecting their King like devoted honey bees.

You axed through the crowd, driving your long sword through the hearts of fresh vamplings. Leon held his own impeccably well. He pushed away hungry fangs with ease, kicking and slicing the hoard.

You joined Leon and pressed your back against his as you fought against the opponents from behind.

Through ribbons of blood, chaos, and murder, you gritted through your teeth, "What's the plan?"

"Kill the King and run," Leon grunted.

"Where to?"

"The cabin."

"You got it; I'll follow your lead." You couldn't hide the smirk that formed across your lips. It felt good to finally be reunited and dishing out justice.

Leon chuckled exasperatedly, "Just stay alive, sweetheart, and we'll all be singing kumbaya later."

part three coming soon xx

!! tag list -> @g4ys0n @elijahsprincess

[monsuta127]

DARKSIDERS: The Horsemen and Day of the Dead

Feliz Día de Muertos!! I know im a day late, but i still wanted to finish this as soon as possible. So as i was prepping the offrenda with my family for dia de muertos, i got curious and wondered how each of the horsemen would react to the celebration!

Especially Death since this celebration circles around well- death.

[Note: These are just based on my experience since i know different places celebrate it differently. If i missed anything or i got smth wrong about DOTD, please let me know.]

DEATH

- He finds it intriguing that humans have a holiday where mourning the dead is exchanged for celebration.

- He's quick to understand the importance of remembering one as they lived rather than how they died. He can respect that.

- With all the colorful skulls decorated around town, some kids would offer to paint his mask, which he kindly refuses.

- He mostly watches and learns as you and your family prepare for the celebration, talking in all the colors and the smells of the flowers and sweet pastries.

- As he watches you set up the offrenda, you talk to him about all the fun memories of your loved ones who are now passed and seeing how you talk about them with happiness instead of grief, he's even more curious about this holiday.

- It would take some convincing to even get him to try some of the pastries. But he takes a silent liking to the Pan de Muerto. You can tell by how he takes bits of yours when you're not looking. He smiles under the mask when you call him out on it.

- Death may not be quite fond to the idea of the smiling skeletons' decorations sometimes as a way to 'mock' death but understands that humor is a part of the cultural holiday.

- If Death has the ability to see souls here, he'd see the true meaning of DOTD as both living and dead relatives sit together, enjoying the meals that were brough to them on the offrendas, and listening to the joyous stories told about them from their living relatives. He'd see that despite them not being alive, family always finds their way back to one another. Whether he'd tell you he sees your relatives smiling at you and your family is up to him.

- Death wouldn't care much to watch the Catrina contests, tho he agrees with the message La Catrina brings, that no matter how rich or poor you are, no matter what color or background you're from, in the end we all end up as skeletons.

- Hearing that message, he tries not to think about how little time he has with you. He has been there since the beginning of humanity, and he was there when they were wiped out and when they were brought back by his hand. He knows at some point you won't be around anymore. This holiday gives him a reminder to cherish the time he has with you now.

WAR

- War might be interested in the holiday from the idea that it's about "honoring the dead." He gets more invested when you tell him it connects to Aztec mythology and how the Aztecs used to bring offerings that would be useful for their relatives in their journey through the Mictlán/underworld. And you had to tell War that weapons weren't necessary anymore when he tried to bring a big sword to the offrenda for your relatives. But it's sat carefully next to it instead. "Just in case." He tells you.

- War quite enjoys the vibrant colors and scent of the Marigold flowers. You tell him it brings out his eyes, and you get a kick out of how quickly he hides his flustered expression. Frankly its only fitting since Marigold are considered as 'bright as the sun' for the spirits to find their way back to their families. And for you, he reminds you much like the sun.

- He also likes the gladiolus flowers since their name comes from Latin times meaning honor or victory.

- As you show War around in the cemetery and all the traditions of how DOTD is celebrated, he finds himself more fascinated with how rich and diverse the culture is. Its nothing like he's seen before. He wonders if Death would like this holiday.

- Not a chance are you getting him to get his face painted, no matter how much you beg him to do it. He'll settle on you getting your face painted instead.

- The parades are a new addition to the holiday, and he's impressed by the creative floats and costumes humans made for the occasion. He'll enjoy you watching the contest for La Catrinas, but if you ever decided to compete for next year he would cross through entire realms to find the most magnificent outfit for you to make sure you'd win.

- He questions why humans choose to celebrate the dead on this day rather than mourning. You tell him that Day of the Dead is the time of the year that families come together and remember the ones who aren't with us anymore. It's also the time to reflect and appreciate life while we're still part of it. Hearing this makes him realize he does not have much time with you. Human lives are short compared to his. But he tries not to show his sadness, especially on a holiday of celebration of life and death. So he vows to protect you, keep you safe and happy for as long as you live. And he'll honor your memory both in life and in death..

STRIFE

- Strife is mostly there for the food and drinks sold around. He'll eat and try almost anything. But he likes the elotes con chamoy along with other spicy foods.

- As for pastries, he very much enjoys churros (possibly with a lot of toppings). But what you did not expect was for him to eat an entire sugar skull after you guys decorated them.

- This guy would so be on board on getting his face painted as a colorful skeleton if it means playfully mocking his brother Death 'for the occasion.'

- Strife would enjoy watching the folklorico dancers dance to the rythm of the music, the way the dancers swing and move their dresses to the flow he finds very memerizing to look at. (If you know a bit about folklorico, he might ask you to teach you some dance lessons, and also because he thinks he would look cool in those fancy suits. )

- Strife wants to be involved in the festivities as much as he possibly can. He'll help you carry things to the cemetery to prep the tombstones and offrendas for DOTD. And his eyes catch a glimpse not on the brightly orange Marigolds that illuminate the cemetery in its colors and aroma, but on the particular plum-colored flowers you set up in front of the stone of a relative. When he asks, you tell him they're called "mano de pantera," which means "panther's paw." And instead of explaining why, you gently place him fingers on the flowers to feel its soft texture. And immediately, he's found his new favorite flower.

- When you and him sit next to the offrenda, you talk about all the fun memories you had with each person whose pictures are on it. At one point he asks why you guys choose to celebrate death on this day, so you tell him it's to remind us about our loved ones who passed by how they lived rather than how they died. Its the time of the year when they can cross to the living realm and visit us for the celebration. It's also a time to appreciate the life we've got while it lasts. When he hears those words, he reminisces on the time he's spent with you since the apocalypse. He's happy he got the chance to meet you and celebrate this holiday of life and death, and he wants to make sure the time he spends with you is the best time of your life before you leave this realm.

- Without you or any of the horsemen knowing, he keeps a photograph of you somewhere safe at his place or on his person. So that when the time of year comes and you're not longer in the living realm, he sets up an offrenda just for you, to remind him that you're not as far apart as he thinks.

FURY

- Fury was very confused as to why humans would celebrate the death of their family members. But once you explain it a bit further and invite her to see for herself, she agrees if it means understanding a bit more about your culture.

- Fury doesn't get entirely involved with the games and festivities as much as Strife but she would enjoy a face painting session with you, she would make sure your skull makeup looks fantastic.

- But if you do get her into one of the games, she'll go all out just to win a prize for you (hopefully without breaking anything.)

- Fury is the only horseman who seems to dislike the marigold flowers. She says the smell is intoxicating, but she takes a liking to the red and white gladiolas. To you, they remind you of her not only by their colors but also by how they stand tall and proud, much like Fury.

- She most enjoys the sweet pastries compared to her brothers. Her favorite pastry being the Flan con chocolate.

- Once you tell Fury about the connection of DOTD the Aztecs and how they believed Mictlancíhuatl or the "Lady of the Dead" helped in aiding their loved one to the afterlife, she casually tells you "Ive met her once, she was nice." And she walks away smirking before you begin to chase her down with so many questions.

- At first she wasn't very excited to seeing the contestants for las Catrinas, but once she saw the very creative costumes that peaked her interest, she vowed that next year you and her will compete and will win.

- With Fury, she's always seen the death of humankind as a tragedy, tho she did not pity them about it at first. But the way that she sees the humans here celebrating death and even welcoming it as part of life. It very much contrasts the fear that she's seen in the faces of those she's saved when it all went down. Which makes her even more curious about the holiday.

- The more she opens herself to the celebration, the more she realizes that time here is short. And there will come a time when you won't be around for her to torment and mess with. She remembers the first time she met you in the ruin of your own home and seeing you now, alive and happily talking with family members and honoring your deceased ones. She wonders if she didn't save you, would she have seen your picture on the offrenda. Fury brushes those thoughts aside, for all that matters to her is that you're still here, and she knows how grateful you are for her saving you that day. If only she could express how grateful she is to have met you and to celebrate with your family on this special occasion.

--END--

[sansxreaderbraindump]

"CROSSBONES AND HIS INFAMOUS NEMESIS, DEVIL SIDE!!"

(i want goofy villian reader so i wrote headcanons for it. i got this idea during ht san stream. Goofy readeer) also spoilers on ts underswap tho. if you dont wanna get spoiled (like milk), go watch someone play the full demo or play it yourself on gamejolt. YOUR OWN COOL VILLIAN NAME: DEVIL SIDE Real boring name: [name] ^ From time to time, you always change your villain name like "DEMON HARE, CHAOS BRINGER AND DESTRUCTIVE FUNNER and other cool villainous names you came up with" but you usually just stay with devil side to make it easy on your skeleton nemesis. How you got to this phase of your life: Back in the days, you used to work for Count Koffin-K. cooking up ideas for him, feeding jeremy, joined them on their random schemes, and did the dishes when the boogiemen didn't. Yet, you grown tired and wanted to do villain skits on your own. It was heartbreaking for Koffin-K and his boogiemen to set you off on your own like a parent sending off their child to collage. For one thing, Larry and Harry cried so hard they accidentally made a stream that Woshua struggled cleaning up but managed too victoriously :D. * It been a w-wicked time with y-you..I DONT WANNA LET YOU GO BUD WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! * I-IM W-WITH LA-LARRY I DONT WANNA LET GO EITHER WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHH! LARRY, YOU IDIOT YOU'RE CRUSHING US! "A-as how h-heartwretching and painful this is, like really p-painful! LARRY FOR THE QUEEN'S SAKE COULD YOU STOP CRUSHING US TO DEATH!" As well as the boogiemen crying for you, Koffin-K didn't want you to see him shed a tear. he attempts to hide it away but you see right through him. In contrast, You comforted him and reassured him that on weekends you and him can collab on doing evil schemes together and visit the boss and the gang on the weekends. "aww boss didn't know you would cry for me." * WELL OF COURSE! HOW COULD I NOT WEEP FOR YOUR DEPARTURE! *sniff* *sniff* "aww gonna miss you too boss. but its not like I'm gonna be gone forever. we can Collab on doing evil stuff like ding dong ditch and I'll come visit you on the weekends." * ...Can you still do the dishes. "..there will be some setbacks." ALTER EGO SANS INTERACTION One day when you first met sans (his true form), you were done finishing up some traps and "kidnapping" a random monster who found for crossbones to save (with consent from the hostage. you will take full responsibility if they were to be hurt) You were ready to throw in a brick with an note for crossbones to find until you saw sans (crossbones) and mistaken him for crossbones. "NOW I HAVE YOU IN MY SIGHT CRO-!" "umm sorry but is that you crossbones?" *think again sweetheart. AH HAH! I KNEW IT! YOU AIN'T CROSSBONES, YOUR JUST A FAN "WHO LOOKS JUST LIKE HIM BUT DIFFERENT" (d-did you just call me sweetheart?) - he flirts with you on the daily basis, just to mess with you. its very fun. *also, the telescope costed 257 G. "WAIT WHAT, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME-" *but for you, it has a discount off 100%. "..." (you ran away, blushing and grumbling while you're at it) *heh, cute.

YOU AND CROSSBONES - Crossbones thinks you're cute and a dork. A cute dork! - First time you guys met was at the costume party. You were planning to create your costume but procrastinated all month and didn't manage to finish it up in time. In shame, you just taped a piece of paper that said "pretend that I have the best costume you ever seen!" to your chest and hang out in the corner, enviously staring at the other people's cool costume. You could just go home but there was free food so you stayed there, eating all the cheese crackers. You thought you could not talk to anyone but you thought wrong. The comedic skeleton came up to you, reading the paper and said "that is the best costume I ever seen." the second meeting was when koffin-k toilet papered all 4 houses with the boogiemen including you. Then crossbones came in, saving the day. In a glance, He recognized you and you recognized him. What a twist a long time stanger turned out to be a villain full of mischief. You were captured with koffin-k but you land out a hand to help your boss escape in a quick sweep. You threw him like a frisbee out of the trenches of a shack. He escaped with your help and yelled out very loudly "I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU WITH BACKUP" while spinning in the wind. so there you were, alone with crossbones in the punishment shack. * nice villain costume by the way. Best costume I ever seen. "you still remember that?" Some interactions I came up, enjoy!

"YOU'LL NEVER DEFEAT ME CROSSBONES FOR I HAVE A PLAN F IN MY SLEEVES" *ok *quick gooey question, what do you want for dinner? "...Pizza." (papyrus in the distant): SANS STOP MAKING DINNER DATES WITH THE ENEMY!! - also if you and crossbones were married 👀, you and him would do enemies to lovers domestic role playing. "WAIT YOU, MY NEMESIS WANT ME TO TAKE ME OUT ON A DATE!!?!? *we are married, you dork. "sans pleaseee, just play along :(" *alr alr if it makes you happy." - Dark side love nicknames for crossbone MY RIVIAL, MY NEMESIS, THE BONES WHO FOILS MY EVIL PLANS, THE BONELY ONE TO STEAL MY SOUL, sans♥ - crossbones love nicknames for dark side dork, cute dork.

- One time when you got grumpy with crossbones because you planned more to show but got captured by him too early. In attempt to get you stop being all pouty, crossbones held you bridal style carry while you were tied up, but that didn't work instead you gave him something even much worse. The silent treatment, But that didn't last for long, he gave a smooch on your cheek to stop you being all grumpy with him. *aw don't turn into the grumpy side [name]. "mmm >:(" *even worse, the silent side. *well good thing I know how to bring them back. *mwah❤ "...FINE FINE YOU WON!" *Welp off to the punishment shack we go.

Extras - i named them devil side because y'know in undertale/deltarune we are the angel (that is what I believe). so I called them the opposite like "ahahaha i am devil side" but inside they are an angel in heart. - also i thought of devil side (you) to be like a character that belongs in this world. I think it was clever, cuz its swap over you the player is now devil side and you belong in this world well a version of you that is...

[tubbytarchia]

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IM LATE i was out with a friend... forgive me jimmy solidaritygaming....

SOMEONE STOLE A DISC FROM THE DISC WALL...... jimmys guess is eloise (apparently he knows exactly what disc is missing???)

he goes to get the disc but comes across martyn. whos building a one piece base? idk anything about one piece but its like... a white boat with a fish head on it.

THEYRE FIGHTING THE DRAGON TODAY!!! just jim and martyn. martyn gives jimmy some slow fall potions and they head off.... martyns already found the stronghold (but not looted it) so they know where theyre going.

jimmy does a water clutch off the disc and he. lands on top of some tall grass?? insane clutch

martyn collects some flowers and jimmys like "dude its crazy that youre collecting items like youre coming back" TOTALLY UNCALLED FOR martyn also doesnt fire back which is a little odd.... maybe he is nervous about dying

for some reason theyre travelling at night. theres so many skeletons.

they start talking about tiktok and. i really don't know what's going on here.

they talk about if they die what'll happen and they say they can have each others stuff which is cute i think.

they arrive!!! its quite far down its like... y-10. and its all split up by a dripstone cave which makes it look really cool but also hard to navigate.

they explore a bit and jimmy breaks a lot of blocks and it stresses me out. JIMMY NO!!!! THE SILVERFISH!!!! they get some good books some armour trims but nothing crazy.

they get lost trying to get back. martyn keeps pretending he knows where hes going and its really funny.

they get back to the portal and go through and theres a SILVERFISH ON THE OTHER SIDE

new effect when u blow up the end crystals.? but its only on jimmys screen and only the first one he did. looks cool though theres probably some lore reason we can make up

JIMMY GETS THE KILL!!!!! martyn ran out of arrows JUST before. he gets immediate payback by somehow managing to pick up every single xp orb. im not exaggerating jimmy picked up One (from 8 to 8) and martyn is level 68. for some reason the xp dropped as just a singular large orb.?.??? martyn apologises and offers to enchant jimmys stuff :') its cute....

they head back and jimmy puts the egg on his bookshelf. he says this base is one of his favourites that hes done in a while!!!

jimmy and martyn meet back up and jimmy shows him the disc wall. martyns reaction is really funny "oh we love a waterfall entrance-OH MY GOD" martyn is largely unbothered by jimmy stealing his stuff.

they go over to eloises base together. eloises base floor is a pattern involving chiseled bookshelves. martyn accidentally breaks one and is confused when it doesnt drop. they proceed to break like 5 before realising they dont drop. they then joke about her hiding her disc under all the shelves so they break all of them. they arent expensive to craft or anything but... why......

jimmy goes off topic and asks martyn his thoughts on shepherd's pie. when martyn says hes not a big fan jimmy goes dead silent. he puts on his radio voice and goes "thats the day they stopped being friends. its crazy a little thing like that broke the love/law" (I CANT TELL WHICH ONE HE SAID. I THINK? LOVE. 1:03:50 SOMEONE HELP ME.)

there's a wandering trader and martyns like i cant even repeat what hes selling. and jimmys like whats he selling?? so martyns like "hes selling crack cocaine. cant believe it." i think this is the closest ive seen to genuine bewilderment on jimmys face. he goes through like 5 expressions in a second. he then checks the trades to prove to his chat that hes not selling it???? strangest bit of the stream but its funny

martyn comes over to jimmys base to enchant for him and jimmy gives him everything (all armour + sword and pick) at once and its a big display of trust.... i love them a lot

martyn doesnt like mess around and he does properly enchant all of jimmys stuff. its all very sweet to me then jimmy decides to say "bring it home papa" and. Okay

they split up (jim offers to stay with martyn but martyn sends him off since hes worried that he himself will not make good company while building) and jim goes to fish for a nametag again.

there may or may not be a stream break soon since he was talking about how he really didnt feel like streaming today and offhandedly said he needs a bit of a rest ^_^

new roblox video tomorrow and some next week too. with katherine!

HE GOT HIS NAMETAG!!!!! he forgot what he had planned to name it but he ends up naming him HONK

stream ends shorter than usual wooooooooo

Oh my goodddd the property police.... "it's crazy that you're collecting items like you're coming back" so uncalled for?? Why did he say this... Is he expecting Martyn not to come back... Because he fears that Martyn would die or that Martyn would just choose not to... Oh the Evo demons are getting me. Them saying the other can have their stuff if one dies and Martyn pretending to know his way is such property police banter mannnn. Offering to enchant stuff for him and not being bothered by Jimmy stealing from him... The exaggerated break up joke...

Something especially about Jimmy taking off all of his gear at once for Martyn to enchant. Big display of trust as you said... the maid demons are getting me now. And Martyn not fooling around here nor in any of the earlier instances to any notable degree?? Feels odd... I feel like he would at least a little... Something melancholy to me about the fact that he didn't. Sweet but melancholy. Banter between these two has usually gone both ways in the past to at least some degree (Not just Jimmy being picked on). I would scoff at the papa comment but. I can't, papa is too cutesy lol I'll let Jimmy get away with that one. The split up feels weirdly melancholic too even just from reading about it. Mmgh something about all the property police stuff this time around is making me feel so many vaguely sad emotions :( Feels so nostalgic too though... I really need to watch this part of the stream sometime. Especially cause these two are funny together. Finally jokes that I can chuckle at that aren't just "lol sex!!"

At least he finally got the nametag.... Honk...

[sunblchdfly]

Jenna my dear, I'm sorry but I've gotta get this outta my head and I instantly thought of you when it came (lol).

Halloween is a really, really big deal on the Abbott ranch, second only to Christmas, everybody goes all out.

-You and Rhett will literally start decorating the house once it's October 1st. For him, that's when spooky season is really in full swing. He's putting out all the window stickers, the fairy lights, the little light up Harry Potter village you guys bought at the Wabang Candle Factory and yes, especially all the cheesy lawn decorations.

-Speaking of which, Royal has a 9 1/2 foot tall skeleton that he'll gradually build but it comes with little skeleton dogs and he'll make it look like they're digging up the bones and putting them all together. Rhett may be in charge of decorating the house, but Royal's the one who puts the barn together for the haunted hayride.

-Cecelia insists on making both homemade and store bought baked goods and candies. She's got killer Halloween recipes including an imitation recipe for Little Debbie Zebra Cakes. She'll make them look like fake vampire teeth which ooze raspberry jam and it looks like blood. Everyone however absolutely LOVES her frosted sugar cookies that look like pumpkins, bats, black cats, skeletons etc.

-Pastor Jim, the pastor at the Abbott's church, is a die hard fan of Halloween as well. He used to run wild with Royal when he was a kid and when they were in college and that meant no shortage of Halloween shenanigans. Whenever the Abbotts do their haunted hayride, Pastor Jim is always the one to hide out in the bushes and scare the ever living shit outta people. One of the holier-than-thou church hags dared to test this by going into the haunted corn maze and ended up screaming and having convulsions when Pastor Jim jumped out at her with a giant fake butcher knife. The Abbotts and everybody in the extended family, including you and Rhett, were laughing.

-Trick or treaters will literally circle back to the Abbott ranch because you guys have so much candy and it's all the good stuff. Not only that but the kids love your costumes. You and Rhett decided you were gonna be Rick and Evie from The Mummy while Royal and Cecelia were Gomez and Morticia from The Addams Family, but you and Rhett were busting out laughing when Wayne and Patricia showed up as Uncle Fester and Grandmama.

-Amy looked adorable in her little Jessie costume and so didn't Rosie Hawk. The two of them unfortunately though, had a HORRIBLE sugar high by the end of the night, but it worked out in everyone's favor when they slept in the next day.

my dear!! my darling!! ✨🤍

im a firm believer in the “christmas is the best holiday” x “halloween is the best holiday” relationships. rhett is definitely a big halloween guy. personally, i think he loves it as an adult because i feel like cecelia was extremely strict when he was younger. she’s definitely let up as he got older though.

also obsessed with the idea of scolding rhett while he’s on the ladder hanging up the lights because “rhett, it’s dangerous to step on the top step!”

he does it just to get you worked up and see how red your face gets!

i love love love the idea of them doing a hayride!! that’s so wholesome and sweet <3 rhett being on tractor duty too!! he loves to hear the little kids squeal when it gets bumpy 🤭

that’s honestly so funny you say that though about pastor jim scaring people cause that literally happened to me today when i was visiting the salem witch dungeons and i screamed so loud. full on bloody murder horror movie scream. 😭 i feel like rhett would jump a little even though he knows they’re coming

the matching costumes, he hates to admit it but he loves it

one year you two were bandit and carrie from smokey and the bandit. everyone was obsessed. (im projecting, i need to do that with somebody)

for your last lil thought, i just picturing rhett chasing amy and rosie around the house trying to get them to sleep, but it just makes them even more energized. poor rhett was is chasing them around for a few hours before cecelia is able to get them to calm down. rhett then fell asleep in costume and got makeup all over your sheets, you were not very happy with him the next morning

[fallingforyouforeverr]

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒

A/N: i was listening to music earlier, and it gave me lots of different ideas based on some of the lyrics but because i'm too lazy to write any myself i decided to make a list so other people could use them for inspiration

if you use any of these prompts please tag/credit me ♡

"It just don't come natural to me to think that you'd want me for me" - Against the kitchen floor

"I find myself lost in what you think of me, too confused to choose who i should be" - I / Me / Myself

"You're trying to replace yourself" - Mr Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity

"Home is where the heart is. You ain't homeless but your heartless" - Suburbia Overture

"If sick is defined by what's different, well pull the plug out and let me die" - 2econd 2ight 2eer

"Well who should I be then, if I'll never be the same?" - Dr Sunshine is Dead

"Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity" - Cotard's Solution

"Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse" - I / Me / Myself

"I've lived more lives than enough, I haven't died quite as much" - Against the kitchen floor

"Say you're still her, the woman you were" - A little bit mine

"The only ones in need of love are those who dont receive enough" - Laplace's angel

"It's better to be lost than loved" - Well...better than the alternative

"Villains are everywhere, that's how i know that im a hero" - The main character

"I expect no dreams, or no sweet goodbye to me" - Tomcat Disposables

"Well it seems she broke me, but I swear she could not break my heart" - Thermodynamic lawyer

"And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?" - Cotard's Solution

"I hold on so tight for so long, it's just not right" - Tomcat Disposables

"If you were in my shoes, you'd walk the same damn miles I do" - Laplace's angel

"Is another man wearing your face?" - Mr Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity

"Heaven knows God is sitting up there like 'hell no!'" - 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro / Con)

"What's so wrong about what's wrong with me?" - Well... better than the alternative

"If we can't see each other then there's no more use for hiding" - Dr Sunshine is Dead

"And some of the best liars only want the truth" - Skeleton appreciation day

"I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet" - Against the kitchen floor

Thanks for reading! Requests are always open!

Divider from @cafekitsune

[mblue-art]

I HEARD SOMEONE SAY THAT THEY'RE CALLING LUST AND CROSS TO BEAT YOU UP FOR NOT CALLING YOURSELF COOL. SO I'M HERE TO MAKE SURE THEY DO.

Lust burst through the door without hesitation, nearly knocking it off the hinges if Cross didn't steady it immediately after.

"M, MY LOVELY DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Lust, you don't need to shout-" Cross tried to get him to calm down, but the Lust Sans was on a mission.

"Now hold it just a minute-" Lust pulled away from Cross as soon as he got a glimpse of you. "M! I heard that someone was denying you of the obvious compliments that you deserve." He chuckled as if someone had said something amusing. "- and that someone was you." He quickly took your face into his hands, pulling it close to his, barely inches away as he looked into your eyes with a smoldering intensity. "But that can't be true, right? You? You? My amazing, stunning, and absolutely wholesome koala bear? Anything less than a compliment of perfection isn't allowed - especially not someone denying it, right?" He looked over his shoulder at Cross. "Right?" There uh... was a little bit of a threat behind that 'question'.

Although, it wasn't as if Cross would have denied it. "M-mhm." He replied, nodding bashfully as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side with a blush he tried to beat down. "Of course... she's talented, kind, and..." His blush deepened, as he fruitlessly grasped at his shoulder as if he wanted to pull his hood up to hide his embarrassment. "and beautiful." He whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was what?" Lust teased him, wanting him to clearly state his affection for her. "Speak up, Crossy~!"

"Beautiful! Okay?? She's blinding and - and yes, cool! Alright?!" He huffed, finally pulling his hood over his head to hide his blush. "I... wouldn't trade her for the world. She's... special." He admitted with a softer tone.

Lust simply nodded, turning his attention back to M. "Exactly. So, the next time someone calls you 'cool' or any other compliment you don't feel comfortable agreeing with so eagerly because you're far too humble, direct them to us, and we'll help agree with them for you, my dazzling gem." He placed an affectionate kiss to your cheek and even nuzzled it for emphasis. "Now come on! We're already here, we may as well get into a cuddle pile!"

HUH WTF WTF LYYYY AAAAAAA

HELP I HAVENT EVEN STARTED READING YET YOUVE ALREADY GOT ME SMILING LIKE A FOOL!!!1!1!1!! SHAKES MY FIST AT THE SKY

live mblue reaction (lots of screaming) under the cut (very much littered with cussing, tread carefully /lh)

I am going insane /j (HELP. L BUSTING THRU THE DOOR IM 😳😳😳 he is. . Strong 😳) (L and C interacting,, , oughf the dynamics, ,, ///////// my purble idiots i love them so)

oh Ly you are fucking killing me

(L!!! YOU SWEETHEART RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH)

WAAAA KOALA BEAR?!?!!?!?? ////////// (so true i would,, cling,,,)

I am hiding my stupid smile under my shirt collar ohmygoddddd

LMAO CCCCCC god god god i love them i love my skeleton bfs what the hell

llLOOOKING AWAYYYYY SCREAMS—!!!!! C!!!!!!!!

(c crossing hsi arms the pose THE POSE AAAA/////////)

(aha aheh eyyy i was about to say smt abt 'beautiful' but uh 🧍 LMAO)

(oh hes such a tsundere oh no oh no 💘💘💘) (your honor this is so funny we're both dumb tsunderes in love... i forget that hes a tsundere sometimes)

SHAKING. SHAKING AND CRYING AND SHAKING I

WWWwwwWwWwwWWWAAAAA THE WAY HE SAID 'SPEAK UP CROSSY' IM 😭😭😭💕

(hood up cross my fucming beloved ive only recently appreciated that adorable visual more about a month ago after rereading the xtale comic and rewatching the xtale eps with simp eyes i am <333)

WAUGH FUCKIN FUCKING HELL, C!!! /POS

UUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEUEUE CUDDLE,,PILE,, ,,

(ough L is so good..., ,L is so good i- he has my heart- BOTH OF THEM HAVE MY HEART-)

AGH!!!! WAILS thank you sm ly i feel,,, ,so loved,, ,im love,,, , my porble skeleboyfrwends,,, , /)/////(\;;

[am-i-sans]

dnd adventures 28

moss thinks uno is pronounced yuno. get their ass. so were playing fantasy go fish.

frog waves their arms like a fish. frog please.

the others are playing actual go fish and i cant join sad :( so i tried making dnd cards against humanity. there should be more dnd cards.

they decided dans won cool. im tired. undyne flips the table mad cause of steve. cam flips her off, they cant hear yet. frog tells her to go deal with it then. dans and tori remind undyne they just have to wait for the guards to do their job. cam pats her on the back. bedtime! dans and the others try and calm undyne that no, steve isnt gonna do anything. cam and dans are normal now lol.

short rest? sus. we wake up to screaming. great. undyne looks outside the window. horde of skeletons and zombies. dans helps undyne put on the armor. tori runs out ahead to help with cam cause moss decided to be a dick and say itll take time for undyne to get armor on. suzy and frog go out the window.

undyne leaps out the window and dans follows, were both fine lol. where are the fucking guards?! undyne just picks up dans and runs toward the horde. undyne sees a zombie! dans and undyne attack at the same time. their weak sauce. just mowing them down lol.

the others see the asshole guard from earlier being attacked by skeletons. cam uses earth tremor to knock some of them away from the guard. frog missed eldrich blast. dans and undyne catch up!

suzy crushed a skeleton pog. undyne has a plan! cam, frog, and suzy out here protecting civilians. her, tori, and dans go to the source. frog shoots a skeleton with eldrich blast and says got it! plan is a-go!

tori casts investiture of fire and dans casts investiture of stone. we 3 head to the church! tiny squad roll initiative! suzy smashed 1 and missed 1. frog fireballs amazingly! cam used snowball storm hmm. cold magic!

cutting back to undyne gang. heading toward the church. asshole guard getting his shit rocked by skeletons again. stabbed through the chest and dies! back as a zombie oh no. dans uses message toward cam letting them know about that.

undyne just instantly kills the guard. initiative didnt even matter lol. tori has a zombie coming right at her. she just shoots the flames off her body at it. zombie rolled a 0 dex save LOL. setting fire to bunch of zombies. dans uses tremor from the rocks on him. zombie gets knocked prone. eldrich blast as per usual. it got back up. missed hitting me. somehow fucking got a nat and avoided by cold spell but also missed hitting me again. dans crit 36 and made the zombie explode cause fuck it just wouldnt die!

back to the shortie squad! frog grabs cam and suzy and says they should head further into the city to check for danger. cam agrees and warns them of becoming zombies. frog looks horrified and suzy is like 'sick.' into the city they go.

they run into karen 2.0 aka kyris. shes being attacked and cam runs in to save her! cam wacks it in the side. frog did crit eldrich blast good job. kyris stabs it in the head and kills it. she thanks them. cam tells her to get to safety. kyris is like 'do i know you from somewhere?' nope! frog is a good liar nice.

another skeleton pops up but suzy chucks a different skeleton at it. cam tells her to go hide indoors again. kyris says shes gonna stay for now since she has nowhere to go. kyris has joined the party!

back to undyne gang. its steve in the graveyard. goddamn. haughty asshole. 'do you ever stop interrupting?' undyne is fucking pissed and points her sword at him. 'are you trying to kill this whole city?' 'just a little.' undyne attacks! staggering smite! steve failed a wisdom saving throw lol. cant use reaction spells. steve backs up and holds up a hand. he gestures to the city. 'do you hear that? innocent people. gonna waste your time here or do the right thing? make your choice fast.' undyne says we have people handling things but steve says 'yeah ok im sure you have enough people once the army keeps growing.' he turns to tori 'your kids are still out there right?' undyne says a speech and soupnik lands behind steve. lighting attack constantly from 1 side, crit eldrich blast from the other.

roll initiative! steve attacks dans! he asks dans first if hes sure he wants to do this. dans doesnt answer. smacks him with a flail and necrotic damage. bastard. next attack undyne! stop the necrotic damage you asshole. missed tori pog! undynes turn! big thunder damage! soupnik attacks!

dans turn. uh oh his spell doesnt work! what does this mean?! vani disappears!? dans doubles over in pain! steve is grinning like a little bitch. 'wrong choice dans.' undyne demands answers! 'its what im not doing more likely.' 'dans whats wrong?!' 'god isnt answering...' STEVE IS HIS FUCKING PATRON. HE FUCKED HIS PATRON. 'im surprised you didnt realize sooner dans.' undyne tries to call moss and ask them to be dans new patron. moss pops out of the ground and asks wtf is happening. not happy to see steve. their siblings?! undyne gets on her knees and begs moss to help dans. steve is like 'your gonna replace me with moss?!' dans patron is now celestial moss! moss claps dans on the back and leaves. 'this is why i left heaven' fuck you steve.

the crit resumes lol. undyne holds out her hand and helps dans up. toris witch bolt keeps going. dans rips a symbol of steve's from his sleeve and tosses it aside like garbage and stares him down with a smirk. steve is fucking pissed and goes after dans with finger of death. 30 damage steve is a bitch lol. undyne hits back with a crit! soupnik attacks! good job. dans crits again hes fucking pissed! tori asks how dans is feeling and dans says to focus on killing steve. tori keeps witchbolt active then and keeps hitting. (moss sounds worried lol)

back to shortie squad. suzy got a hit and a miss. frog plays freebird. cam hits nice. kyris punches a skeleton lol 1 damage. then stabs it lol. the skeletons attack frog! they miss cam tho. they miss frog good. suzy hits both nice. frog lightning bolts! cam blocks a zombie. kyris hits it in the head with a dagger and its head falls off.

at this point discord has gone completely down. back for now tho.

more butt kicking while discord fucked me over lol. stopping here cause its late and cam needs to eepy.

[down-thedrain]

heres the list ... :3

the buried: fear of small spaces, suffocating, drowning, being buried alive. fear of everything crashing down around/on oneself. fear of being trapped without enough space. manifests as caves, dirt, financial issues, heavy rain, underground transport, tight spaces such as coffins.

the corruption: fear of corruption, disease, filth. fear of the feelings of disgust, revulsion and the things or beings that might evoke such feelings. manifests as mould, bugs, rot, decay, infection, the feeling of one's skin crawling. can also manifest as unhealthy love and companionship.

the dark: fear of the dark, of what lies beyond that we cannot see, and the creatures hiding from our view. manifests as creatures hidden in the dark, shadow figures & monsters, blindness, coldness, dark water.

the desolation: fear of pain, loss, burning, and destruction, especially with a senseless cause. manifests as fire, wax, heat, burns, destruction of potential.

the end: fear of death itself—⁠uncaring and unstoppable, the fear that everything ends eventually. manifests as bones, various forms of the dead (skeletons, mummies, zombies, etc.). also has close ties to dreams and can manifest through them.

the eye: fear of being watched, exposed, followed, having secrets exposed. can also pertain to the drive to know and understand, even if your discoveries might destroy you. manifests as eyes, security cameras, a creature or figure that keeps constant watch. often manifests in libraries and books.

the flesh: fear held by animals bred for meat, and in the human realization that we are just animated meat and bones. manifests as meat, corpses, blood, bones, butchers, meat-related industry. often manifests as strange bodies—bodies being unnaturally twisted, reshaped, and butchered.

the hunt: fear of being chased or hunted; the primal fear of being prey. manifests as predators, predatory monsters, animal instincts, animalistic traits.

the lonely: fear of isolation, of being completely cut off and alone or disconnected from the rest of society. manifests as fog, large rooms, silence, suburbs, empty rooms, crowds of faceless people.

the slaughter: fear of pure, unpredictable, unmotivated violence. the fear of pain coming at sudden, random moments. manifests as people driven "mad with slaughter," soldiers, music that either induces slaughter or warns that slaughter is coming. often manifests in imagery of war or murder, and can appear wild like a frenzied killer or calm and regimented like soldiers firing on the battlefield.

the spiral: fear of madness, that the world you know is wrong, that your mind is lying to you. fear of deception, lying, deceiving of the mind and senses. appears with imagery of spirals, patterns and fractals, and often manifests as hallucinations or illusions.

the stranger: fear of the unknown, the uncanny, the unfamiliar. the creeping sense that something is not right. manifests as beings and aspects of beings that provoke an "uncanny valley" response: human and other being-adjacent forms, such as mannequins, wax figures, masks, and taxidermy. often manifests in theatres and performances.

the vast: fear of heights, falling, and large open spaces including sky, space, and deep water. more broadly: the human fear of insignificance and meaninglessness, of losing oneself in too much space. manifests as void, wide-open spaces, vertigo, falling, the transformation of something that should have a limit into something infinite.

the web: fear of being controlled or trapped, especially being unaware of one's own entrapment. the fear of being forced to do things against one's own will, of being manipulated. also the fear of spiders. manifests as spiders, spider webs, web-like patterns, puppets.

there's TECHNICALLY one more? but that's a major spoiler + doesn't really manifest in people, it only appears in tech. but yeah there they all are :3

OH FUCK YEAH ..... these r so cool im such a fan .. would be sooooo cool applied to the tmcblr cast oh ehm gee .

[aleeyenn]

hi um . that other person encouraged me to also gush abt ur designs but i also find a lot of myself in ur pin design .... as an also plus sized woman of color i find so much of myself in your design . i love baking and i love indulging in feminine things in the sense of like "yes i am a woman . yes i love to scream to very hard and fast paced songs . yes i have bigender swag ." even tho i do like feel myself as pretty masc aligning (it fluctuates a lot) i love ur design and see so much of myself in it . as well as that other person ive always felt i cant sorta be into alt stuff but recently ive sorta dabbled in it (i got the fingerless gloves ive always wanted so bad like a month ago !!!! and it was so exciting :-))) and just seeing ur pin design made me realize i can do whatever i want and i dont have to conform to my parents or my friends or my school's or anyone's expectations for my presentation of gender identity and femininity . i can wear nice frilly dresses with puffs and ribbons and have those fake vampire teeth and skeleton fingerless gloves and black clunky boots with a bright pastel pink bow in my hair if i so please . so um thank you a lot i love ur pin design and um bye bye have a nice day !!!!!!! also also rq i have to say erm if you have like literally any more gijinkas / humanizations ever pleaaseeee post them .love your art a lot ive been following you for a bit and uh apologies for bizexual ranting im just a little crazy /lh ok bye have a nice day i hope very good things come to you

YOU G UYYSS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY😢😢😢😢😢HAPPY TEARS OF COURSE BUTGAAHH HH H I NEVER KNEW MY ART WOULD HAVE SUCH AN IMPACT ON PEOPLE EVEN THO ITS WHAT IVE WANTED FOREVER😢😢😢 im so so so so grateful SO GRATEFUL YOU DONT GRT IT I REALLY TRULY MEAN IT pleasepleaseplease to you anon and the other anon and anyone else who needs to hear it BEEE YOURSELFFFF!!! don’t worry about what any community, family, friends, peers, ANYONE wants you to be because what’s the fun in that? not being able to express yourself the way you want to is so boring and doesn’t allow you to be what you want and not being what you want is neither gratifying or truthful! you don’t have to be true to anyone else besides yourself be TRUE to yourself and let yourself be the person you are!!! i’m sure you wouldn’t wanna hold anyone back so don’t let anyone hold YOU back!!! im gonna embarrass myself here but it’s for the sake of this talk But in elementary—early middle school i was a FREAAAKING wolf kid i wore ears and tails and everything but what stopped me???weird glances or rude comments? Nope! NOTHING!!! because being the person i was at the time felt amazing! and looking back at it sure it’s a bit humiliating but i still love that part of myself because i was so free in being me!!! and i look up to me being that person to this day and i won’t stop being myself! i won’t mask or dress a certain way that people want me to or hide parts of myself that make myself me because that’s who i am!!! and i heavily encourage ALL OF YOU to follow my footsteps and be the person you are!!! trust me if everyone in the world behaved and looked and did whatever the same the world would be sooo boring so be the spark of someone’s day and BE YOURSELF!!! who knows maybe you’ll be the person that breaks someone out of their shell to become what they wanna be too! do what makes you happy and follow your heart, don’t let anyone EVER block you from achieving that, never hold yourself against any standard or forum and do what you need to do to be your best self… so to you anon and everyone who needs it Go get some fishnets go get some cute bows go get lacy dresses go get cool looking belts go get ANYTHING THAT CALLS YOUR NAME! find yourself!!! even if it’s a pair of wolf ears and a tail, go for it! i believe in you!!!💗

[bleep-bloop-boo]

but- but- but rottings the best part!! imagine moss growing on your dusty bones, drops of dew collecting on your rusty joints. Your dead hair being pulled apart by birds, being used to build nests where their children will grow till they're strong enough to fly. Squirrels eagerly come to your decayed skeleton, hiding their acorns inside your eye-sockets, your skull filled their most precious trinkets, their life force, their treasures which they hold so dear. Adventurous bunnies will stray too far from their burrows, stumbling upon your long-dead body, now teeming with life. They'll play hopscotch across your discarded limbs, daring their friends to sneak away with them to play. Mice skittering across, hiding under your ribs. Your body provides them amnesty, protection. Bugs burrow into the nooks and crannies of you, finding a home. They form communities where they are safe and loved. When you die, you just give a lot more life. You return back into the cycle (and im not talking bout the nitrogen cycle, shut up), sparking something more beautiful than you could have created during your life. Rotting and decay leaves life in its wake.

fuck you *dies and doesn’t rot*

[alynwrench]

Why Hello there, my spooktacular pal! It tis I, your spooky skeleton gifter here to ask a few questions before I start. I would hate to get halfway through and realize you wanted something else.

You don't want Sun or Moon to be related. Gotcha. Is it fine if I have them be platonic to each other? I can still add heavy fluff or similar things that indicate a close bond. I just wanted to check that it's okay to keep them platonic.

Which are you into more(You can pick multiple)? Do you want enough fluff to suffocate in? Hot romance(Between DCA/Reader or another character)? Something to cry your heart out to? Or a hide-under-the-covers-till-morning sorta tale? I am open to anything, so let me know how you want it.

Kepla and Lore I have really taken a liking to. I'm always guilty for loving evil characters. Do you have any more information on them personality wise? And I would love more images of them!

Are you fine with the classic reader insert trope? I can make them anonymous in the description or I can make them you. I generally do DCA x Reader stuff, and if your fine with me using Kepla and Lore, I could do that for you.

What are your fav tropes?

Don't be afraid to be picky! This is your gift after all! I'm comfortable doing anything really.

The only thing I would rather not do is a ship between Sun x Moon. I hope you understand. ^_^

OH MY GOSH... HELLO... ITS NICE TO MEET YOU UNOFFICALLY HEHE... 1. They can ab-so-LUTELY be platonic! Like I mentioned in my secret skeleton wishlist I'm good with pretty much all relationship styles when it comes to my DCA headcanons except for familial bonds just because, like i said, it clashes with a lot of my stories I'm trying to tell. Do what is most comfortable for you as well! 2. GUHH hard choice.. I think my preferences are in this order (most preferred to least BUT STILL ENJOYED! If its at the bottom dont be scared i love ALL of this) -> Romance (if we're talking about art then Sun x Bevel is preferred, BUT if you're planning on writing x reader is fine!!!) -> SCARY for the spirit of HALLOWEEN -> Angst.. I love to cry -> Fluff !!! so soft!! so happy!!! 3. OOO OO! I don't have any more images of them I can share at the moment BUT BUT BUT as far as their personality goes Kepla is an egotistical mastermind who knows how to manipulate others. He's very sassy and mean-girl like such as makes offhanded comments and backhanded insults. If he were to ever meet Sun it would be a squilliam vs squidward dynamic if that makes sense? Lore is for the most part nonverbal, he speaks very rarely. I think his mannerisms are very similar to canon Moon behaviors albeit he's always in his head calculated and thinking about how to strike his next target. 4. Yes absolutely! I'm fine with x reader and keeping them anon / up to interp is a good choice! I will say though with the stuff going on in Kepla and Lore's story romance from outsider characters isn't a great idea, their relationship is not only VERY complicated with each other but anything involving a human person would probably end up with them heartbroken or dead with how fucked up these 2 are LMAO. I love my lil guys but they are.. hoo boy, they need work 5. Some of my favorite tropes are hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, enemies to friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, miscommunication, unresolved tension, and pretty much anything else you're willing to throw at me because I am not too too picky. This may be my gift but just have fun with it! Id rather you not stress out TOO too much ahehehe.. THANK U FOR CONTACTING ME!! IM VERY EXCITED!!

[mybiasisexo]

Sorry for venting…

I think it’s really scary to think we’re basically stanning strangers. They make us happy. Then things like THAT happen. Of course it’s an nct member (I don’t stan them). But… in many cases it’s korean men, but always men..!!! I always realize I hate men.

I don’t want think about it but can you imagine… if it was one of the exos…?? I’d be SOO devastated, disappointed. I just… I love them… then I’m always like “no, they can’t be, they could never”. And one day just… you’ll never know.

I’m sorry for the victims and fans. I hope they’ll find real happiness. Don’t expect anything from idols anymore, they’re just there to make music. :(

no pls vent away bc these are my thoughts exactly!!!

it is so so scary esp bc you think the best of somebody and while youre posting your love for them theyre doing sinister shit behind the scenes. I want to see the good in ppl but its hard when its constantly reaffirmed that celebs cannot be trusted. at the end of the day theyre just trying to sell us something 😔

im so terrified of men. i hide it under a 'i hate men' guise but literally one of my biggest fears is loving a man and he ends up being a terrible person and hurts me/my family. its one of the reasons i dont date, ive watched the movie Enough ok??

I keep thinking this too, if an exo member gets revealed to be this kind of person i genuinely think it will mess me up. like idek what will happen but i will NOT be ok thats for sure. kr*s was bad enough...ill prob lose ALL faith in men

it just makes me a bit more vigilant. i have to keep reminding myself that it could happen, and i have to mentally prepare myself for that moment if it ever comes. whatever skeletons they got in their closets better stay there im not playing!!!!

the scariest thing about this whole situation is that its t*eil who has a perfect reputation. its def giving if hes capable of doing this then none of us are really safe. i do hope this case brings more stories to the surface so we can purge the industry of all these horrible ppl bc i know theres more and they dont deserve the platform or power.

i too hope the victim gets justice and i feel for the fans. this is not an easy thing to come to terms with and i know it can make you doubt everything and trust less, but i hope ppl arent blaming themselves. how were we supposed to know????

[sunnyfelldown]

savior.

finally was able to pump out some more rottale for you! i really like this drawing; i wasnt sure of the rendering method i tried at first but im happy with the final result!

the story that goes with this image is under the cut! god i havent written anything in like five ever, but hopefully you guys like it! if you need any clarifications, let me know ^^

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one strike, and its hp is halfway down. the dodge is easy, theyve done this before. a second strike, and the poor gyftrot explodes into dust, settling into the snow on frisks shoulders.

love increased. lv 4.

they take the time to shuffle the dust into the snow with their foot, a ritual they had started only in snowdin; may the gyftrot rest, now that its been buried.

its for your own good, frisk thinks, shaking the dust and snow out of their hair as they walk away. their soul beats in their chest as the new level takes hold.

its quiet in snowdin, and frisk takes in the trees nearby as they continue forward. the forests in the underground are the greenest thing frisk has ever seen; they are reminded of their self-appointed mission at every living branch: the underground cannot be corrupted by the surface world.

its for their own good.

movement in the trees causes frisk to pause, observing carefully. trying to hide in the snow and still digging is a snowdrake. he blends into the snow rather well, but frisk grew up hunting for food - to find the imperceptible. hes so very obvious to them.

their boots crunch mutedly on the ground, rusty switchblade gripped tight.

the snowdrake finally turns around as frisk reaches the treeline, and he stops digging to shriek in terror at the sight.

"no, no please! i havent done anything!" the monster begs, trembling. "please dont kill me!"

frisk shakes their head softly in response. "im not killing you," they say.

"im saving you."

they lunge forward, cutting the snowdrakes scream off as the switchblade plunges into his throat, and he erupts into dust, remains soaking into the disturbed snow. without knowing it, the he has dug his own grave.

quiet and getting quieter.

*****

at the end of the bridge stand the skeleton brothers. papyrus stands tall, even while slouched. he wrings the ends of his green scarf between his hands, trying not to look too nervous as frisk approaches. sans eyelights are missing, and he just seems to be staring into nothing.

frisk knows better. they can feel their soul being judged by him. his frown deepens at what he sees.

"hello, um... human." papyrus begins quietly. "i had some puzzles for you, but seeing as you did not, well, try the others i have decided not to show you this last one. in fact, i have decided..." he takes a deep breath, and lets his arms fall to his sides as he stands completely. "to stop what you are doing."

oh, papyrus.

every reset frisk had ever done, he hadnt changed: bright, starry smile as he explained his many puzzles, kindness in his actions as he offered mostly-edible food.

determination in protecting his friends and family.

frisk couldnt let him be corrupted by whats up there. it would break his heart; his body, his beliefs. he had to go, before that happened.

whatever shows on frisks face, sans doesnt like it. he tenses up and his eyelights come back, small and staring at them. papyrus puts his arm in front of his brother, shaking his head.

"no," he says. "this is my duty as a royal guard. even if im still just training, i have to fullfill my duty."

the ground shakes around him. bone attacks, splintered at their tops, come up, glowing a soft orange.

"HUMAN!" he bellows from across the bridge. "I FORMALLY CHALLENGE YOU TO A BATTLE!" frisk grips the switchblade tighter.

"papyrus, no-" sans tries to stop his brother, but he takes off before he has a chance.

frisk meets the taller skeleton a little less than halfway on the bridge; rusted metal collides with splintering bones. they dance like this for a few more seconds - running, hitting, meeting weapon-to-weapon, before a sudden attack catches frisk in the right shoulder, and they drop their knife, watching fresh blood drip onto the wooden boards of the bridge.

sans walks up behind his brother, meeting frisks gaze as they look up. his left eye glows a mix of orange and purple, and the crack below it glows too as he lifts his hand up.

frisk can feel their soul exit their chest, and even after all those resets its still disorienting. the skeleton brothers pause at the sight.

"what the hell is that?" frisk hears sans mumble. "ive never seen that color before."

frisks soul floats gently between the three of them; a bright, red soul of determination; but surrounding it is something of a shield. its an off-shade of green, almost yellow, glowing in tendem with red. its a new addition to their soul for sure, but frisk knows what it is almost instinctually; its the reason theyre alive right now, why theyre doing this now:

survival.

frisk takes this distraction to snatch the switchblade off the ground with their left arm. theyre not as good fighting left-handed, but it will have to do. they sprint forward and slash at papyrus, who barely jumps backward in time - he is still knicked, a small cut on his chest armor. sans in turn throws his own attacks, and frisk moves out of the way as quick as possible, settling on the end of the bridge. blood drips onto the snow.

frisk observes both the brothers. they look to sans. he is enraged, and they know why. not only did frisk attack his brother, but they broke their promise to him. "i had to," frisk says. "this is the only way to protect you all from the surface. i had no choice."

"yes you did." he states. "you had the choice to let us onto the surface, to let us survive on our own terms. you had the choice to let us free."

papyrus looks between them, but doesnt say anything. sans continues, "who are you to make any choices for us?"

a red soul floats between the three of them.

frisk adjusts their feet, lifting the switchblade up. the brothers tense in return. with a deep breath, frisks head clears. they charge, jumping out of the way of attacks and then returning them.

"i know who i am," frisk speaks to sans as he slowly, painfully brings out a large attack - a gaster blaster. the crack on his skull spreads as its fully summoned. frisk runs at him, knife lifted as the blasters mouth glows with an incoming blast.

"im your savior."