#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

[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

[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.

[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

[skeletonsfortea]

Progress Update!

Alright y’all! This is crazy, and I may regret it later, but I think I’m in the right place to put myself on a schedule! So I’m doing that! Not because anyone asked me to, but because I think it might work for me- and you!

BLOW chapters should be out Monday and Friday every week, likely in the morning

If that isn’t what happens, and I don’t tell y’all it ain’t working for me before hand, feel free to dox me

Just kidding, but I’m gonna hold myself to it, so yeah! No empty promises here!

Next thing! Gonna address Fluff and Comfort just cause- don’t want it to seem like I’ve forgotten about it!

So, I actually have a lot written for it, and I have plans, but I want some chapters to go between the chapters I’ve already written

And of course I’m being superrr slow about writing those chapters XD

But, once I get through that, things should be smooth as butter and I should get a couple of chapters out!

Unlike BLOW, though, I’m being far less strict about how often I’m working on it, so I won’t promise anything other than that it will continue!

Tldr: gonna start posting chapters of BLOW on Mondays and Fridays from now on; still working on NFC!

[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.

[shadowhaert]

just a friendly reminder that laura lee never had a funeral!

[thin-archive]

you’re sacrificing the body you dream of whenever you give up your diet.

[redo-rewind-if]

LMAO at least my MC can flirt with them before dying

Not sure if you're going to want to after meeting them, but, I respect it lol. Good luck to your MC. They're going to need it. 😂