#nothing but skin and bone

[skeletonsfortea]

Currently on my period 😔 Do you have any fluffy period comfort blurbs out there? I don't really mind which skeletons are the ones taking care of the reader, I could just use the distraction. Your writing always makes me feel better 😣 AFAB or Fem y/n is fine! Please ignore if this isn't allowed!

Hey Anon! Sorry this is so friggin late, I meant to get it done much sooner, but brain wouldn't brain...still, hopes this helps in the future XD

I decided to give this one to the best bois Axe and Pie!

This takes place not long after they escape the Underground.

You wake up…in pain.

“Fuck.” There’s a familiar ache in your lower abdomen. It hurts, like crazy. It’s just been so long since you’ve had a period you’d nearly forgotten how bad the cramps could get. Your cycle only stopped when you began to starve in the Underground, so it made sense that it would come back now, but you still hadn’t exactly been expecting it. You sit up and it occurs to you that you need to get to a bathroom quickly. You lurch onto your feet as Papyrus stirs in his sleeping bag. Carefully picking your way over to Sans, you nudge him. He grumbles, and you can’t help but feel anxious to get a move on. You’re not interested in making a bloody mess.

“Wassit?” He mumbles when you nudge him more firmly.

“I need you to take me to the bathroom, now. Please.”

His good eye socket opens, staring at you for a long moment as you wait not so patiently. “Kay.” He gets up and grabs his jacket, also extending a hand to you, “let’s go.” You take it. In an instant, you’re back in the Snowdin house.

“Thanks!” You hurry to the bathroom. Only once you’re clean and comfortable do you come out. Sans is lazing around on the couch, half asleep already. “We can go now,” you say.

“Not so fast.” He says, grabbing you and pulling you into his lap. “I just sat down. Take a break with me.” You snort and slump down into his frame. Absently, you press on your lower abdomen a bit.

“Do we have any painkillers?” You ask.

“Painkillers?” He echoes, and then he sits up suddenly. “Wait, you’re hurt?”

“N-no, it’s natural pain, nothing to worry about.”

“Natural pain?” He repeats, disbelieving, as his slightly constricted pupil scans you.

“Yeah, it’s just a part of a female human’s reproductive cycle.”

“How does that work?”

Somehow, it never occurred to you that the brother’s wouldn’t be versed in human biology. “Well…” You give him the lowdown, and he blinks at you.

“That sounds…wasteful.”

You shrug, “it is.”

“Why not just reabsorb it or some shit?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Hm. Well, let’s go see if we can get some meds.” He wraps his arms around you, and a moment later you’re both standing in the tent. “Hey, Paps. Y/N needs some painkillers.”

“What? What happened?” Papyrus asks, sitting up from his pillow.

“Nothing, nothing, just a quirk of the human body, alright?” You say. His brows crease.

“Well…okay. One moment.” He heads out of the tent to begin digging around in the bags.

“In the meantime, what’ll make you feel better?” Sans asks.

“Warmth…water…rest…” You list, “a bit more, but those are the ones I prioritize.”

“Okay,” Sans says, promptly sitting down. He pats the space beside him. “Then come’ere.” You sit down and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you down into the bedding with him. A moment later, Papyrus comes back into the tent with a stressed expression.

“It appears we don’t have any painkillers. Maybe we could ask someone for some..?”

“It’s alright, Paps.” You mutter. “Just get over here.” He comes over to lay down at your front.

“What’s really wrong?” He asks.

“Uh-”

“I’ll explain it, you sleep,” Sans interrupts. Although you’re not sure you’ll be able to sleep, you do keep silent as Sans tells Papyrus what’s what. You shut your eyes, focusing on the hurt, until Papyrus’s boney hand presses to your lower abdomen.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You said the cramps happen here, right?” He asks. You nod, and then his hand slowly gets warmer. You may be imagining it, but you think you can feel the tension begin to fade. Sans pulls away from you, but before you can protest, he drags you into a sitting position.

“Here, Paps, come sit behind her.” Papyrus moves over, and you lean back into his chest, watching Sans with a confused expression. All he does though is scoot in front of you and lay back, using his hands to cushion his skull against your lower abdomen.

“Wha- oh! Brilliant idea, brother!” Papyrus points out, and Sans chuckles.

“What?” You ask, still completely lost, until Papyrus’s fingers press into your shoulders, massaging your muscles as Sans begins to heat up, his bones getting whiter with each second. With a bit of direction from you, Papyrus gives his attention to your back, and, a couple minutes later, the pain has mostly faded to the back of your mind.

“You-” you begin, and just as you do, your stomach growls.

“I got it,” Sans grumbles, and gets up.

“Wait-”

“Nope, stay.” He says, and leaves the tent. Meanwhile, Papyrus works his thumbs a little deeper into the muscles of your lower back.

“How bad is the pain, normally?” Papyrus asks.

You shrug, “it varies.”

“Does anything make it worse?”

“Uh…stress, I guess.”

“Oh! Good thing there isn’t anything stressing you out here.” He pauses. “Right?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty comfortable,” you say.

“Good!” He gives you a hug. A couple minutes later, Sans returns with food, and all three of you eat. 

A day later, you wake up in the morning and start to prepare to leave for work, when Sans catches your wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Uh…work?”

“Aren’t you still on your period?”

“Well, yeah, but it’s not like I’m incapable of doing things-”

“Sounds like a hassle. Just stay home,” Sans says.

“I can’t just slack off,” you argue.

“Normally I would agree,” Papyrus says, opening the tent flap to bring in some food. “But I think this is a perfectly good excuse to get some rest.”

“But…we- humans- generally work through it.”

“Eh, fuck how most people handle it,” Sans says, “Do it our way this time.”

You glance between them. “What will I say to Mettaton?”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll deal with the egomaniac.”

“No need to be rude, Sans! I’m sure Mettaton will understand!” Papyrus says, gently pulling you to sit down. You do so, taking your plate from him.

“Breakfast in bed?” You ask.

“I know, very unorthodox, but I’d say this is a special occasion!”

“It’s going to happen every month, though.”

“All the same!”

You sigh and give up, though you can’t help smiling a little. You remember times in your past when you’d wished you could simply take the week off for your period. It always makes doing things harder. You’ll let yourself enjoy this while you can.

[aroaceleovaldez]

why are PJO characters most consistently measured in scales of Michaels?

Like. this is some of the most specific height information we have out of most characters, besides maybe Percy being an inch shorter than Jason. The Michaels Scale...

[hylianane]

One OP character that I can NOT picture with abs no matter WHAT the anime or manga or any piece of fanart tells me is Trafalgar Law. He Does Not have them, I’m sorry, I can’t help him.

He lives in a submarine, which means a far less physically demanding lifestyle than a pirate ship and that he is NOT building up muscle passively. He’s not building out of necessity either, his damn devil fruit is activated with words and hand signals, not any hand-to-hand like Luffy’s or Kidd’s- PLUS his whole DEAL is careful planning, laying low and striking undetected. And he’s a fucking. depressed and overworked med student who doesn’t eat bread and you expect me to believe he’s putting in the effort to get the right nutrition and near-CONSTANT work outs to have abs. You expect me to believe he has toned biceps? He looks like THIS

[gurggggleburgle]

Bro some idiot just asked me where you go out to get your Bingmas tree for Skinmas and like clearly you're Jiuish or something because every practitioner knows the Bingmas tree rises from the floor in a small cocoon before breaking free into a full sized Bingmas tree complete with infantile decorative growths that expand the closer you get to Skinmas. You feed him holiday spirit and add popcorn garlands and such yourself and watch him flourish and once the holidays are over wither and scatter on the floor and then we eat the remains to honor the heavenly bingpillar

People are so silly. Buy a bingmas tree? Cut one down? That's so stupid. Lol

[ghastlybirdie]

My apartment building door is stuck so I’m locked outside my own apartment, this would be a great time for a mutton chop wearing ass dilf to come around and break open this door for me 👀

[kenisle]

are there any fics about the existential/body horror and everyday idiosyncrasies of being wolverine — indestructible heavy metal skeleton, knife hands, healing factor, amnesia, and eternally chained to this mortal plane cursed to watch everyone around you age and die except this one really weird guy you can’t fucking stand who also happens to be from canada — with maybe a dash of homoeroticism? or at least just minimal heterosexuality? is that too tall an order?

[ink--theory]

random thought but I feel like if you were to eat one of these motherfuckers it be the same as eating chicken feet

[calciumcryptid]

Watching Perfect 10 Liners is just me trying not to beam all my divorce kid trauma onto Faifa.

[quietwingsinthesky]

the last unicorn post from earlier has me thinking about the master. that yana is still in there, you know? is still someone he was, if even for a brief flash across the life of a time lord. there’s no way to unlive that life. there are ways to twist it later, sure, to make utopia into hell on earth. but the life was lived. in much the same way that the doctor can remember, can feel, the love he held onto as john smith even as that life is ripped out of his hands. the doctor choose denial and then grief and then to shutter it all away. and so john smith died, and so professor yana died, and the doctor and the master live on. the doctor has done this before, and he lives in orbit around humanity, trying to keep the best parts of them and hold them deep enough to take root (which he can pretend he gets to choose, as a time lord. as a human, it all floods in and can’t be dug back out.) but what about the master, right?

to borrow a turn of phrase: i think there are two time lords left in the universe, and they both learned how to regret.

[skeletonsfortea]

-gently puts this in your inbox more eagerly- "[sans would] ask if you'd like the same treatment" y/n: -smirks confidently- yeah sure do it I dare you -lowers shirt collar slightly- "sans would jokingly ask if you're hungry" y/n: -looks at him all over slowly before staring directly into his eye to fluster him- yeah...I was hoping to taste something yummy today~ bone-appétit for me hehe! y/n is doing this just to watch him chicken out in one part and also greatly fluster him in another eheheh

-shifty eyed looking around while taking out message-

Oooh, no, Sans wouldn't be running away from that- that's an offer, and he's taking it.

[chicago-geniza]

Hello world wide web. Please take a moment to collect your thoughts, gather yourself into the present. Breathe in, breathe out. Now imagine Louis and Lestat watching Moonstruck (1987) together

[ge]

tang bo returns au where they retreat to chung myungs room and just hold each other for hours and hours and hours..

[jules-and-company]

one thing about me is that i’m an orestes-electra-pylades defender. if you don’t hear them being defended anymore that means i am deceased

[blimbo-buddy]

Kittypet trying to huddle up with their Clan Cat partner but they're really uncomfortable because it feels like they're laying on a remote

[dilfdyke]

obsessed. no they did not.

[origamihoshi]

Drawings my FE Echoes witch OC being fucking dead becasue let's be real she's nothing but a empty corpse on strings.

also every time I draw Keres now I try and make her look more and more dead.

also I gave her a pretty dress.