#it wasn't sweet at all and almost tasted like if you over beat heavy cream and it starts turning into butter

[godsgifttogrinds]

There's this donut place in the skyway and twice a week they have new specialty donut flavors. This one is matcha with strawberry popping bubbles (they were already popped >:[) it was the last one...we were waylaid because my partner stopped to listen to this guy's spiel about nature.org which was essentially...hey check out nature.org! Ok thanks. But because we stopped we got to see the second to last matcha donut get sold right from under us. I still let Kona have a bite of this one though. So that she doesn't bring down the Nature Conservancy in her rage

[svft2jae]

[2:15PM] "you know what? it's just that i'm tired of always giving people care, but never receiving in the same way. i wonder if i'm the one doing something wrong." between small pauses you confessed to tattooartist!renjun, blurting out the deepest heaviness off your chest. though you played with your own fingers nervously, the touch of his soft ones on your neck still felt refreshing and cozy, whenever he'd rest a bit between every trace the small needle created. but sometimes you also sensed his breath shaky hitting you and a bit of trembling off his actions as well through the silence he locked himself into, yet it wasn't for anything you'd imagine or wonder about. in fact if you could read off renjun's thoughts, specially at that moment, you'd quickly see how and why since a good time already he's been like this, too afraid of letting out anything that'd make him regret his life later as long as it came to you ─ and in some way among it all, honestly what he most wanted was for you to do so.

"you're not doing anything wrong, i think. you're already perfect. maybe you're just, seeing things wrong, or not like you should see." you finally hear renjun mutter out some words on a random point during the process, as if they've been build off with knifes, just as many times you'd assume he sounded like before, but now instead he didn't want to be so careful at all. renjun for once had the certainty he just couldn't let you feel like you were alone, although it'd mean to risk himself. "but, i can't find more, i just can't- perhaps, is there anything you see that i don't, renjun? what should i do?" inevitably your questions remain vivid and too intense, almost like hundred burdens over your best friend's mind and flow down the so delicate scattered petal draws fresh done to decorate your skin, reflecting his undoubtable, incredible talent, just as in the frustrated breath he let out right after a little line get accidentally made up by mistake. perhaps yes, he did. and perhaps, just perhaps, if somehow you'd get to know it could not be so bad, you could perhaps either not judge or hate him for it, since you were there beside each other from a considerable amount of time, or in other possibilty feel just the same. perhaps what they say about finding courage and confidence to cross a borderline is indeed essential to achieve what makes you happy, and that about it always being better to go express or confess when you ever feel something for someone. perhaps all of this could be right and he had absolutely nothing to lose after all, and what he just needed was to try, for once.

"renjun?" you said out of the blue, bursting a bit of the other silence formed although his lips only trembled with hesitation, words frozen in his tongue. so instead of doing anything or making a step ahead in the way his heart screamed to he just shook his head, taking in a deep breath to reorganize his own thoughts and go back to finally face this phrase he once read in his books that he's been always afraid of. what will be, will be. "ok it's done, y/n. i'm just cleaning it a bit more. hope you'll like it anyways." again you heard his quiet tone behind your back, what calmed the worried material inside your chest somehow, when you felt him suddenly take the small tissue off your skin and not pick up the mirror so you'd check the result like you've always seen him doing to every one of his customers as a typical habit of his, but just stay close to the painted area, no moves seeming to show up. yet just when you were about to look around to ask if he was alright or such you got caught by surprise with his soft fingertips holding your jaw still and his puffy nose nuzzle your nape, while just at the moment warmth traveled your spine renjun's lips came in contact to your neck skin, making the bare spot burn.

almost immediately everything around seemed like they had stopped, as you could do nothing besides having your eyes wide and keep sensing heat running over your face, but for renjun nothing felt better, for the first time in awhile he didn't care. slowly the black haired boy let himself melt down the warmth crushing over his body with the touch he created and started to press soft kisses along your neck skin where every tattoo traces were, some of his hot breath and the brush of his soft lips together to light sucks and the tip of his tongue a few times caressing little spots on it, all through his fingers rubbed your jaw lovingly to keep it in place until less than a minute he pulled away, biting his lower lip when he noticed two faint flushed marks on the petal draws signing his kisses. even though now his heart would be easily racing faster than a car engine renjun just rubbed his thumb over them and stood up silently from his chair, going foward to pack up his work stuff on the red backpack he always carried with him as if nothing out of common had happened and went to kneel in front of you, just so he could hand you a cream pot for your new made tattoo and teach you how you'd use it, right then to feel a beat skipping out his chest as he saw your messed up, flustered face with your mouth agape at the mixture of feelings almost swallowing your heart up. "here, use this for one week before sleeping, it'll help not to crack. and..." he mumbled calmly until his right hand came back to hold your flamed cheeks and closed again the space between both of you to now as simple as it could seem capture your fluttering lips on the warmth of his own, eyes closed through they moved just for a bit so he could experiment the wonderful feeling of having yours pressing in between like he'd always dream for, soon in some seconds pulling back with the taste of his overloaded sweetness lingering on the place he kissed.

"just, call me if you struggle with anything. the studio will enter on break today." he completed, as along the seriousness of his expression renjun simply picked up his stuff again and walked off the front door where he saw you first came in the way regulars would do often, leaving a confused you sitting still on the top chair with a blank stare to one of the white walls, as if not seeming to take in any of the events through the last minutes whether they'd be a daydream or not.

but otherwise anything you'd imagine or wonder about there renjun was biting his own knuckles amid he fastened the pace of his footsteps away so the weight wouldn't kill him right into his chest, regret being all that flashed over his mind when he wished it was better if only he had endured himself, if you could read off his thoughts instead.

[undertaleartistshit]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25220224

Terror

Horror's soul twisted and turned in agony as he sat slumped at his former sentry post. It's been so long since he's consumed anything edible that he forgot what it would taste like to feel water fill his soul with clarity and relief. But every drop of water in Snowdin was tainted, even the snow that he gazed upon. The blizzard's brutal winds nipped at his bare face, and the tortuous hunger pains gripped his magic and slowed it, so that even his thinking and movement were affected. He hadn't spoken at a normal speed in ages. He forgot what his 'normal' voice sounded like. He forgot a lot of things, honestly. He forgot the weather after a few minutes too.

His clawed phalanges tapped rhythmically on the rotten wood, the dull sound filling his cranium with sweet and bitter nothings, just enough to distract him. Soon, he tipped on his forearms, the bone making a hollow sound. It vibrated throughout him. He felt it. He focused on it. He blocked out everything else. He soon took to tapping on his skull, feeling the little hits, acknowledging their existence. But soon the illusion of distraction wore off, and Horror groaned as another wave of hunger washed him away. He grasped his ripped and bloodied shirt by his ribcage, and he closed his eye sockets tightly- well, at least his unbroken one. The left socket stayed open, never closing, never seeing. The socket had the blood red eyelight in it, a spooky and terrifying display for all to see, Horror's shattered head a contributing factor for his, heh, 'horrific' appearance.

He stood up as slow as a snail, stiffly making his way through the blizzard and back to his house. He walked, humming crookedly to himself, until... a sharp stone struck the poor skeleton in the back of his head. Horror fell foward, unable to make a sound due to his shock, and oh Asgore, the *pain* was almost unbearable, as it tore apart his consciousness. A snicker was made behind him. A familiar human voice.

Little Miss Courage snickered behind him as Horror whimpered silently. "Oh Sans~" she giggled. "I really hate you. After all, you are a MONSTER." Courage walked into his hazy field of vision. As a loud shout rang out, and heavy footsteps pounded in the distance, the bold teenager hissed right by Horror's head, "Don't you worry your pretty little head, I'll take care of Papyrus while I'm here too~!"

Darkness.

~~~[]~~~

The skeleton woke up with a flinch and a gasp. His soul was beating so quickly that it make his ribcage sore. He took a few deep breaths as he tried to calm down. The beating reduced, however the feeling of morning hunger stirred up his pulse once again. He huffed, taking the covers off him in a large swoop of his arm, and he swung his legs off of the side of the bed as he stood and quietly exited his room.

He had food and he wasn't even in Snowdin anymore. He was at Nightmare's mansion with Cross and Killer and Dust. Right...? His panic rose again. What if his memory was playing tricks on him? What if it's just another hallucination induced by hunger? He needed to look for food. He quickened his pace as he slipped into the kitchen, ripping open the fridge and taking out leftovers, begging for it to be real. He opened a plastic box filled with amazing smelling food. Any food was delicious. All food was good. This had to be real, it has to be.

Horror opened his mouth, not caring a bit as he dumped the entire container of food into his large sharp-toothed maul. It was good, but he was still pretty hungry... curse his gigantic size! It was intimidating but it was the reason he always felt hungry, now he was sure of it! He drifted his focus back to the fridge. A few more containers wouldn't be that bad, and it wasn't like they didn't have anything else to eat...

A few containers turned into almost everything in the fridge, and Horror barely noticed in his sleepy mind how much food he had just eaten. Once Horror was finished- and his hunger was gone- he washed the dishes out of habit, disposed of all evidence, including trash and such, and he slowly dragged himself back to his room. Horror fell back asleep quickly, his soul filled with excess energy and the magic around him thickened a small, comfortable amount. He slept until morning, undisturbed.

However, waking up and going to make coffee only to find four very angry looking skeletons glaring at him the second he walked into the kitchen was quite disturbing, especially if among them were to be the King of Negativity. Horror nervously looked at them, slowly starting a sentence before Cross cut him off. "Horror," he began, his tone mildly strained. "Do you know what you ate last night?"

Horror blinked. Was he that lost? Apparently so. "Um, only a few leftovers... why?" Horror inquired, thoroughly confused. He only ate a few, didn't he? Nightmare gave him a blank stare, using one of his tentacles to open the fridge door, revealing an empty space within. Killer and Dust sighed at the same time, Dust pinching his nasal bridge between his thumb and pointer finger, and Killer glaring directly at Horror with empty eyes. "Dude," Killer huffed. "You drank all the damn milk while you were at it too. Even the cream."

Horror looked guiltily at his family, hunching his shoulders in a bit and crossing his arms nervously. "Sorry.." he mumbled softly, a small blush coming across his face. Nightmare sighed at the display, walking over and putting his hand on Horror's shoulder. "We learn from our mistakes. But next time you feel hungry? Drink something or come to one of us instead so that this doesn't happen again." Horror nodded, looking away, still feeling guilty.

"Don't freak out about it too much," Dust mumbled quietly. He needed coffee but he couldn't stand it without milk. Horror walked over to Dust and rubbed his hands nervously together. "...Should I go and get some uh..?" Horror began timidly. Dust stuck his index finger on Horror's lips, making a soft shushing sound. "Shut up, there's some tea somewhere in here."

"...I may or may not remember eating tea bags last night."

"OH YOU SON OF A B-"