#i think i'm starting to delirate

[undertale-fic-librarby]

Psst, @a-whispering-echo ! Heard you were looking for some Bad Sanses fics! Hopefully you haven't read these ones before!

Bleh by artsycloudysleepy (General Audiences, Complete)

Cross is ill and delirous. The Bad Sanses are a close-knit found family. I am not good at naming things. (Too scared to upload an old fic, and I have massive writer's block, so took a short snippet of an old one which I liked. This is not the full fic, but doesn't need much (or any) context.)

A Sinking Feeling by Nestle25 (Not Rated, Complete)

Dust has a sinking feeling in his stomach, maybe Nightmare should stay home for the day? But will he? Of course not.

The Jealous Type by DazzlingKomodo (General Audiences, Complete)

Dust and the gang all appreciated the times Horror cooked, all but Dust’s dead brother, Papyrus, who used to make his brother dinner, but now just wants to make things worse and get under Dust’s non-existent skin. Some days it was easy to ignore his voice, others, not so much. Fortunately for the phantom, control wasn’t in Dust’s favor.

The end of a Nightmare by GlitchedSouls (General Audiences, Complete)

He used to brag he was immortal, he was anything and everything perfect. Nothing could hurt him or his gang. what’s a gang to do without a leader?

Sanguine by Ghosts_Multiversal_Mindsoup (Teen And Up, Complete)

San·guine /ˈsaNGɡwən/ (Adjective) 1. optimistic or positive, especially in an apparently bad or difficult situation. (Noun) 2. a blood-red color. _________ Or: 5 times someone in Nightmare's Gang got hurt, and 1 time Nightmare did instead.

Nightmare´s Gang by Kaz_MJ (Teen And Up, Complete)

Nightmare´s gang was a group most monsters had heard about and feared. Everyone knew not to mess with them, nor coming too close to them. But how did they meet? This story is about how Nightmare started his gang and added his four most loyal members; Killer, Horror, Dust and Cross. First up is Killer.

Building your own Emotional Intelligence Toolkit with Blue by Hstaya (Teen And Up, Complete)

Having discovered Dream was emotionally manipulating him with his aura, Blue leaves the Stars and bunkers down with Nightmare and the gang. Featuring Dream not knowing anything, Nightmare knowing everything but pretending his empathy is just him feeling territorial, touch starvation and Blue singlehandedly trying to solve everyone's problems, to varying degrees of success.

We All Pretend To Be the Heroes on the Good Side (But What If We're the Villains on the Other?) by Ghosts_Multiversal_Mindsoup (Teen And Up, Complete)

Died, last night in my dreams, Walking the streets, of some old ghost town Time was thrown at the wind And now I'm searching for trust, In a city of rust A city of vampires The war hammer felt unnaturally heavy in his hands. Still, he held it up and prepared for battle. Though... he couldn't ease the weight in his SOUL. ___ Blue is sick of Ink and Dream running around without considering that he isn't basically immortal (or actually immortal, in Ink's case). Blue can't keep up with them, he just can't. So he tries his luck with Nightmare's Gang.

Without Together by yastaghr (Teen And Up, Complete)

Ink gets his hands on the soul of the AU where Nightmare's castle is. The gang is flung back to their worlds, their own code RESET but their memories and worlds not. Each of them fails to cope with this until they are rescued. Nightmare has the worst time of all of them.

Reckoning by The_Obnoxious_Writer (Teen And Up, Complete)

The three of them were sinners, killed innocents with the excuse of boredom, desperation, or hunger. And sinners deserved to be punished, deserved whatever agony that befell them. But… not all three of them exactly felt the same. Or; Dust thinks he needs to be punished for what he did in his AU, and if Horror was the one to do it.. who was he to stop him?

[strayrockette]

A Daughter’s Letter

A/N: It's been a hot minute since I was last active...But I think I'm back?

Huge thank you and appreciation to @runnning-outof-time for never giving up on me even when I was radio silent.

here's a breadcome of a story I baked out while basking in the fall-like weather I've been experiencing. Something about the crisp wind and the warm sun makes me want to write sad and angsty stories.

Let me know what you all think. like, reblog, and comment. Give me all the goodies. Did I break your heart, just a little? Did you tear up?

Dearest Father,

I have daydreamed countless times of what I wanted to say. Unfortunately or fortunately for you, there are far too many words, phrases, paragraphs, essays, and monologues for me to fit onto this letter.

I suppose I should start off first by saying, you failed me. And though I wish it weren’t true…the truth of it sitting heavily in my heart hurts too much for me to deny. Your memory haunts me. It leaves a bad taste at the back of my mouth, like acid. Perhaps this is a harsh judgment from a scorned daughter. You have left me, abandoned me to the world. To grow alone. To learn alone. You’ve given me nothing but pain and insecurities. Your legacy is not one of generational wealth or love. But of heartache and wonder.

I wonder, are you even alive? Do you remember me? Know that I exist? Do you think I’m dead? Alive? Living? Happy?…

Words filled her mouth, eagerly awaiting the freedom of relief of being heard. Each one was biting and vicious like a madman with a knife. Aimlessly swiping into the air all in vain and with all the hope it would pierce through flesh, if only to make it clear the kind of pain that held her at choking point every minute of the day. Her pain swallowed itself. Receding back into its slumbering cage, where it would once again wait for the moment it could be free.

For now, she would deal with another kind of pain. Equally as excruciating but not as invisible. The best kind of pain, she thought bitterly.

Her forearm ached violently as she poured alcohol onto the wound. She should have known better than to approach a panicked soldier. A wounded one at that. His leg had been shredded to bits and the blood loss had him delirous. Adrenalin was the only thing that had kept him awake and panicked as he was. Y/N gave a quick glance at the white sheet thrown over the cot to her left and fought the urge to burst into tears. Nothing, I could've done. Not my fault. Her mind repeated this mantra. She didn't believe it but maybe one day it would stick.

She carefully threaded her skin back together with the little supplies she had on her person. Medical supplies were dwindling and guilt wrapped around her stomach for using it on herself.

"More incoming!" A voice shouted in the distance. Her heart sunk ever so deeply as she inhaled a breath and steeled herself. Forgetting her measly work on herself, she tied a ripped sheet over her arm, already knowing it would loosen, but knowing that there were others who needed her more.

Her feet pounded into the muddy ground, the grey skies and the panicked cries mixed with the scent of ash and blood branded her.

The number of men piling up into the church and tents was ever-growing. Always growing.

She hated to ask, but did out of necessity "How many and how bad is it?"

"4 unconscious, 3 missing limbs, 4 with burn marks" A girl, no taller and older than her stated. Face caked in mud and blood. Y/N chose to ignore the tears in the girl's eyes, Marge, she corrected herself. A new volunteer who was just as clueless and naive as every other girl who came in her place.

"4 for 4 in the church, the 3 with go to tents 5 and 6" Y/N ordered. She went to help the others relocate the soldiers to their respective spots. "Your hurt" Marge could barely take her eyes off the sight of her slit forearm. the wound ugly and jarring and barely pierced together. A tiny string hopelessly holding the reddened skin together.

"I'll be fine, dove. We've got work to do" Y/N nodded to the stretchers making their way past them.

"You're no help if you can barely lift anything with your left arm" Catherine, an older and more experienced nurse stated exasperatedly. "Get out of my sight, before you hurt someone and yourself."

She shooed her away with a comment about how soldiers needed us nurses to be in tip-top shape in order to be of use. It quelled the guilt inside her for only a moment. Y/N sighed and made her way to the quietest part of the church/make-shift hospital. Away from the screaming and cries. The only place in this hell hole where soldiers didn't leave, lifeless.

Her footsteps echoed as she made her way to a chair near the back of the room. A soldier lay sleeping. He'd come in a day ago with a broken leg and fractured hands. His fingernails were bloody and almost falling off. He'd climbed out from the ground they said. Or tried too. The crew of men who'd dug him and his fellow comrades out were amazed at their survival. To survive being buried under dirt while a war raged on above was more than a miracle. A God-given blessing. Or so they said. Y/N believed it to be pure luck and an insane amount of will.

She nestled herself into her spot, brought a tray closer to her, and laid her arm a top of the table stand next to her. She fished a needle from her pocket careful not to prick her fingers and began the work of stitching herself together. She worked quietly, teeth pulling at her lips, tongue choking back the whimpers.

"You're hurting yourself," A deep voice timbered.

Her brows furrowed eyes never leaving the steady needle making its rounds into her skin, "If you know a way to make this hurt less, I'm all ears, soldier."

"Ay," He rumbled, "Just let it out."

She scoffed and almost laughed. Let it out? She closed the last stitch and broke her gaze, ready to tell him off for offering such helpful advice but stopped.

His face was littered with cuts, and it was the first time she'd ever managed to really get a good look. His eyes were so blue she wondered if he'd taken the beauty of the skies and held it for himself. "You've done well, keeping us lads in one piece," his mouth pursed and he sighed, "We won't think less of yah for crying in pain."

"Right, lads?" He called out, so sure of himself. A chorus of agreement rang throughout the room.

For the first time since offering her services to the war, she cried.

Dearest Father,

I met a man. And he's given me far more valuable advice than you ever did..... I hate you.

Sincerely,

Your aching daughter.

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Taglist:

@mysticalpandora @ultimatreality @lovecleastrange @watercolorskyy @rockerchick05 @lyarr24

Can't remember who else wanted to be a part of the tag list. If you'd like to be on it please let me know!

[moonraccoon-exe]

Coon was tagged!

I was tagged by @jade-bellatricus84 and @roses-and-oceans! Thanks a lot, buddies!  (o´▽`o) It’s a Get to Know Me of sorts; I’ve done a similar one, but this is actually longer so why not?  ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

Name/Nickname: Raccoon, Racc, Coon (ahaha), Moon. The Most Illuminated and Sacred Prince Raccoon Charming the Adorable. Mama calls me Getoffthetable. (o´▽`o)

Gender: Firegender master.

Star sign:  ☆<--- signed

Height: 30 cm or 11.8 inches :3

Hogwarts house: Ravenpuff!  ( ´ ▽ ` )

Favorite animal: WOLF  (」°ロ°)」

Hours of sleep: Around 8, I think 

Dogs or cats: DOGGOS.  I mean, I love both, but I’m a very doggo raccoon

Number of blankets: Three! Coon’s apparently very coldblooded (; ω ; )

Dream trip: ICELAND AND JAPAN AND I WANT TO GO TO THE NORTH POLE AND EVERYWHERE.

Dream job: Royal Mage

Time: 11 and some minutes pm right now 

Birthday: *nervously sweats*

Favorite bands: Green Day and Rhapsody of Fire and Eluveitie and MCR and FOB and Queen and Halestorm and yes

Favorite solo artist: *nervously sweats* why only one

Song stuck in my head: *dramatic violins* PUGNAA-AAATE BELLATOOO OO OO RES RUUUBRI- Divine Fire, from Final Fantasy Type-0 OST! 

Last movie I watched: Pixar’s Coco c:

Last show I watched: MY NAME IS BARRY ALLEN AND I AM- *dramatic pause* The Flash

When did I create my blog: Right, this is always tricky...around October 2016, started using it around May 2017?  ヽ(´ー` )┌

What do I post/reblog: I spam FFXV content, freak out in the tags, and answer asks :3

Last thing I googled: "Cold clooded” (non speaker reviewing every concept to make sure it’s fine, leave me alone okay)

Other blogs: Not yet but I plan to make a second one for important notes I wanna take c:

Do I get Asks: Ohboi. So many. They’re 99% of the time always so pretty. I’m slow and I’ve got loads and I hope people don’t hate me for taking so long, but I’ll answer and I love each of them. Coon likes answering things. :3

Why did I choose my URL: Well. I am a raccoon. I come from the moon.  ヽ(´ー` )┌ what were you expecting

Following: 53 

Followers: Up to today, 432! I don’t know why but it’s when I’m spamming most and feeling “omg everybody hates me” that people start randomly appearing to follow. Hhnfghfdngf, I love each of these people. Every person following me is a Raccoobo by default, and a raccoobo is friend.  (˙︶˙) ♡

Lucky number: 11 and 9!

Favorite instrument: As in to listen to? Because I love harps and classical guitars and I love flutes and pianos.  (˙︶˙) ♡

What am I wearing: My Prince crown and my fabulous royal cape, and that’s it because I’m a raccoon. Probably should be getting in my PJs tho. Coon’s sleepy and tired ( ˙꒳​˙ )

Favorite food: I cannot choose  (」°ロ°)」

Nationality: The moon is not a nation, it’s one big raccoon garden! :3

Favorite song: how do you ever pick only one

Last book I read: Seraphina, by Rachel Hartman.

Top three fictional universes I’d like to join: Right, but only if I get some skills or powers to survive or if I live in the peaceful times? Right. Obvioulsy FFXV because it’s consumed my soul. Some Hyrule. Avatar: Last Airbender’s :3

Aaah~ This was lots of fun!  ( ´ ▽ ` )

I’m rather shy so I’m gonna tag the people I always tag, maybe some I hadn’t tagged before but let’s see, obviously @yuu-be-good & @sahara-rose, and @onpanwa  @pikachubird and @nemo-ne-impune-lacessit only if you want, buddies, no pressure  (」°ロ°)」 and I DON’T KNOW WHO ELSE, but listen here

If you wanna do that, you tag me as if I tagged you and I even edit this to tag you, just have fun and be safe, okay and I love you all raccoobos hngnnfgh <3

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

I might be just delirating but I'm thinking that maybe I should make a .doc with my research idea(s), in case something happens to me and won't get to continue fighting for it myself.

No one bothered enough to listen to me start to finish so nobody that would understand what I'm saying knows about it. So if someone finds the folder, there might still be a chance.

If I'll be fine but the ideas got public, someone might steal it. On one hand, I'll be happy to see it accomplished because it will help so many people, on the other hand years of my life would go to waste.

I don't even know if someone will go through the trouble of checking my notes or just...delete/throw them without a look....