#sugar plum sans

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Any headcanons involving Killer and Lust? (Platonically? ^^)

Oh, i don’t really think about Lust/Sugar Plum much. Mostly because I only ever see him paired with Killer when they want to make Killer out to be a horn dog or a pervert.

I did remember making a post somewhere about Killer’s first time trying to have sex, because I do think he’s a virgin—Sans was apparently “too lazy” for stuff like that, and Killer doesn’t exactly have any prime opportunity for that or try it out—but I remember making a post about how Killer would try to have his first time with a lust!Toriel at a Lust’s variants brothel.

It doesn’t go so well—Killer is triggered and starts dissociating, almost kills the Toriel, but shortcuts away in time before he can. I remember ending the post by saying he left some type of flowers outside the bedroom door for Toriel later as an apology in the language of flowers, and then never went back to that AU and tried to avoid Lust variants because the Lust of that particular AU was protective of his workers.

But I also remember reading a fic where Nightmare dumped Killer in an Underlust variant because he thought Killer was sexually frustrated or something and just needed sex lmao. That wasn’t what he wanted or needed in the fic, but thankfully Lust (who went by a different name in the fic) and Lust’s Papyrus found him and took him in for a bit.

I distinctly remember that Lust was partial to Killer because sex or intimate interactions just never crossed his mind when interacting with Lust. He never cared about the revealing clothing Lust wore and hardly seemed to notice them, and his lack of boundaries meant he didn’t seem to take it any type of way when Lust did something like sit on his lap(?).

He just had other things going on to care about any of that in the fic.

I think it’d be interesting if a Sugar Plum variant is wary around Killer at first because of all the rumors surrounding him—Killer thinks it’s because of what he does under Nightmare and what he is and the rep he’s gained through that (and he both thinks Sugar is smart to be wary but also thinks he could give him something to actually be scared about), but it’s actually because of rumors regarding his “promiscuous” behavior (aka having his soul exposed and out in the open 24/7)—until he realizes that Killer genuinely doesn’t give a shit and has others things going on.

Or alternatively, an exposed soul signals something like a sex worker or similar of the sort (in Lustale AUs or in the bigger Multiverse whichever one), and Killer is dumped in a Lustale AU by Nightmare all bloody and bruised, and Sugar finds him and assumes something like Killer’s “pimp” harmed him because he didn’t bring enough in for the night. So Sugar takes him under his wings.

..Killer’s labor trafficking and Sugar potential first hand experience with forced prostitution could lead to be a very unique understanding I feel.

Imagine Sugar finds him passed out in the cold in Stage 2 and Killer wakes up in Stage 1 in Plum’s house confused and freaking out—both for himself, and for Sugar, unable to trust that he won’t hurt or kill whoever tried to help him—and so the guy just often sneaks out the house whenever possible without being seen or spotted.

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Lee dust and ler lust? Lust likes, making the mysterious cool guy giggle /platonic

Tickle fic

Characters: Dust and Lust (not a ship)

Context: Killer has been annoying the hell out of Dust se he goes to Lust to have some calm and to relax, spoiler: he doesn't.

Btw I'm sorry for the long wait, i was not feeling very well these past few days, really didn't have the motivation to do anything even if I wanted to, so I'm only getting started now, still hope you'll enjoy it !

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Out of all the members of the gang, Killer was by far the most annoying, always talking, wanting to fight, moving, never letting the others breath... and today it was Dust he had chosen to be his victim, and since Dust really did not have the patience to deal with him, or else he would kill him, he simply decided to leave the castle and come back later.

As surprising as it may seem, his destination was Underlust. Not that he wanted to get laid, he just wanted some calm, and surprisingly Lust, who they called Sugar Plum, Plum for short, was pretty chill. He had his boundaries, respected the other's, wasn't overly dramatic and could have pretty good conversations with anyone. The good thing with working with the public was that he had a lot of social skills and could adapt to mostly anyone. So when Dust appeared by the door of his room, he greeted him with a warm smile.

- What is it for your service, dear ?

Plum would always give them sweet nicknames like that, and they never complained.

- Nothing, just needed some calm. Killer's pissing me off.

Plum chuckled a little.

- As always, well, make yourself at home.

He smiled, and watched from his desk as Dust crossed his room to go directly lay down on his bed, facing up. His room was heavily decorated with all sorts of posters, costume accessories, makeup brushes, and many more things, all in different purple and pink shades.

Plum got up to come next to Dust, sitting on the edge of his bed.

- So how was you day ? Apart from Killer, obviously.

Dust just shrugged.

- Boring.

- Nothing exciting ? And here I was waiting for some fun news..

- Nothing.

Short answers, Plum could tell his friend was grumpy. He always was.

Dust sighed, turning his back to face the wall. Plum looked at him, he couldn't let him be in a bad mood, what kind of friend didn't sheer up their pal ? Bad friends, and Plum wasn't a bad friend.

He turned to be right behind Dust, kneeling on the bed.

- I have a little French riddle for you, dear.

A mumble was heard from Dust, he was listening.

- What do you say when a French cat is stirring a pot ?

He asked moving his right hand at the same time to let it rest on Dust's side, making him flinch a little but he didn't chase him.

- I dunno ?

- A chat-touille.

Before Dust could process the answer he felt Plum's fingers digging in his side, making flinch and yelp as giggles quickly made their way out of his throat. He quickly grabbed Plum's hand to move it away but the skeleton in pink was quicker than him: he grabbed his arm with his left hand and blocked it against the wall in front of them. Another great thing with Plum's job: he knew how to hold someone so they won't move.

- I'm not finished, dear ~

He mischievously said, freeing his right hand.

- Well I don't want you to !

Objected Dust. But Plum obviously didn't listen to him, sitting closer to block him against the wall and slowly lifting the Dusty skeleton's shirt, feeling him tense and breather faster in anticipation.

- P-Plum wait-

He tried to beg but was cut by the feeling of a finger slowly tracing all the way up and down from his side to his ribs. Soon other fingers join the first one and started spidering ever so slowly all along his side. He used his only free hand, the one between him and the mattress, to try and muffle his giggles by pressing it on his mouth.

- You're so cute trying to hide like that the fact that you're just so ticklish.. ~

Plum teased, knowing he made him blush a bright purple. He kept on circling on his side, poking it from time to time, enjoying seeing Dust jolt each time, it was madly untertaining, and the sound of muffled giggles only encouraged him to keep going.

It was so soft, so slow, it was like torture to Dust, each time Plum gently spidered on his sides, going all the way to his tummy to circle his navel, he felt like it was too much and not enough at the same time. His tummy was shaking from his helpless giggles, making Plum chuckle sometimes, he was having fun at least.

- you know it is pretty rare working with people as sensitive as you, but it makes the work so much more fun.

- Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup !

He was so weak right now, he couldn't move, couldn't escape the wiggling fingers, couldn't use his magic without hurting Plum, which he didn't want to. He felt him scribble on his lower tummy right under the navel, and let out a squeak when Plum poked it, which he of course noticed and continued to circle around it, poking it every now and then. Dust was shaking all over his body. It was hell and heaven for him.

But what really signed up his death was when Plum grabbed one of his makeup brushes, the little one with really soft bristles that was just laying on the bed to softly brush his armpit, with his arm against the wall it was exposed just enough for the brush to get it. His giggles rose an octave as he blushed more.

- You're doing so well, such a nice little ticklish boy ~

He teased again, gently drawing little circles on his armpit for a good minute before going back down on his side.

- I'll kihihihill you.. !

He weakly threatened him.

- Not before I'm done with you.

He circled his way to his tummy once again, as if he wanted to cover every inch of his ticklish stomach.

- Tickle tickle, dear ~

He teasingly whispered in his ear, using the brush to tickle inside his navel, making him giggle and squeak helplessly. Tears were forming in his eyes, if he had known what awaited him he would have gone somewhere else, but it was to late now, and he was forced to endure this ticklish torment.

Finally, after five long minutes, Plum finally stopped, letting his friend regain his composure and letting go of his arm. Dust quickly put his shirt back in place and sat up straight, his arms around his belly as his attacker got up to put the brush back with the others.

- You know I really prefer you being all giggly than grumpy.

- Shut up !

Yelled Dust, hiding his blushing face under his hood, making Plum chuckle.

But he was right though, Dust WAS in a better mood, it felt good to giggle like that. So maybe it wasn't all that bad ? But even so, he would never admit it, he had his pride. At least what was left of it.

~ end ~

[cookiemushroom]

Nonnnn pas les sucettes à l’anis 😱😂

[spite-and-waffles]

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Link to Video. (Please help Panda make money.)

Video description and transcript under the cut.

Description: TikTok video by The Panda Redd. Re-enactment of final scene of Under the Hood. All roles played by Panda (a tall, well-built young white man with a mohawk, wearing a grey hoodie). Setting is a dark basement lit only by a hanging light bulb.

Transcript.

Jason: (holding gun on Bruce) "Bruce, I forgive you for not saving me."

Batman: (glares silently)

Jason: "But why? Why on God's Earth—" (hits Joker across the face)

Joker (tied to a chair): *cackles*

Jason: "—is HE still alive??"

Joker: "AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

Batman:

Batman: "I'm sorry, d'you want me to be serious here or—?"

Jason: (in disbelief) "YES, Bruce! I want you to be serious right now! If he had done what he did to me to you, I would've done nothing but search the earth for this pile of death-worshiping garbage!"

Joker: "I love you too, Sugar Plum."

Batman: (holds hands up) "Okay, yeah, I get that, totally, I get that. Um. Have you tried?"

Jason: "Excuse you?"

Batman: "Have you tried to kill him yet?"

Jason: (to Joker) "Is he being serious?"

Joker: (also confused) "I'm gonna be honest with you, Junior. I don't know."

Jason: "Got it. Great." (turns back to Batman) "What the fuck does THAT mean?"

Batman: "Okay, so no, you haven't. Cool. Do it."

Jason:

Jason: (lowers gun) "What."

Batman: "Do it, cap his ass. Shoot him."

Joker: "I'm gonna go with Junior here, and say...what?"

Jason: "You want me to shoot him?"

Batman: "I want someone to shoot him! Give me the gun, I'll do it!"

Jason: (mutters, brain blue screening) "What is going on right now? This should a lot harder than it is."

Batman: "C'mon, son! You decapitated like eleven people three days ago! Fuckin' do it!"

Jason: "There, you happy? Jesus. Was that so hard? All of this time and it was THAT easy!"

Joker: (turns to Jason quizzically) "This has gotta be some sort of test, ri—"

(BANG! Jason fires. Joker lands on the floor lifeless, eyes still open.)

Batman: "I don't know what you're talking about "easy". There's nothing there." (nods at floor)

Jason: "What the fuck is that supposed to—" (looks down at floor where the Joker was lying)

Floor: (is devoid of Joker)

Jason: (stares)

Floor: (continues to be sans anything but carpet)

Jason: "What the fuck?"

Batman: "Yeah."

Jason: "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Batman: "Take as long as you need with this."

Jason: (looking around frantically) "I just shot him! He hit the floor! What the f—"

Floor: (is just vibin')

Jason: "Where the fuck did he go??"

Batman: "See that shit? That shit right there happens every fucking time!"

Jason: "There's not even a blood stain! It's just gone!"

Batman: "Yeah, like two days after you died, I chased him into a helicopter where he got shot like six times. The helicopter exploded and crashed into the ocean. And his body was gone before Superman could find it."

Jason: "Oh my God. I don't understand how this is even fucking possible!"

Batman: "He's like a cryptid! I don't fucking get it!"

Joker: (disembodied laughter) "AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!"

Jason: (freaked out, turning in circles trying to find him) "Oh my God!"

Batman: "THAT OMINOUS SHIT HAPPENS TOO! I DON'T KNOW, DUDE!"

Jason: "Dude. Fuck whatever's going on here, that's some fucking bullshit."

Batman: "Thank you! Finally someone gets it!"

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 10]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.4K

When Yunho entered the restaurant the next day, he heard you already giving instructions and tasks to the rest of the crew. He walked in with the box of tools he had bought the day before. He was excited to show all of you what he bought, especially you.

"Surprise!" He beamed as he walked in. All 4 of you stopped, turning your head to see the tall male walking in, his face covered by the boxes he was carrying.

"Yunho hyung, what's this?" Jongho asked, helping to take the box from Yunho and putting it on the counter.

"I bought some stuff for the kitchen!" He explained, opening it.

"The guy at the store told me these are important essentials that every kitchen needs. Tomorrow, the electrical equipment is coming." He took the different things out and set them on the table.

"Oh yes, we needed these." Seonghwa said as he looked through all the things Yunho bought.

"Did you have that much fun shopping?" You raised an eyebrow. Yunho blushed slightly, did he seem too excited?

"I didn't really know what to get. And I felt bad for waiting so long to properly equip the kitchen with what you need. If you need anything else, let me know!" Yunho said. Wooyoung and Seonghwa took all the things to be washed and sanitised for you all to use immediately. You went back to mixing your fruit mixture.

"(y/n), the things I go are useful right?" Yunho came to stand next to you. Seonghwa watched on in curiosity. If Yunho had a tail, it would be wagging in anticipation now.

"Yeah. It's tools that we'll definitely use." You replied. Yunho perked up and grinned widely, happy by your words.

"What are you making?" He asked.

"Jam tartlets. The jam is blueberry and thyme." You said, grabbing a disposable spoon and scooping up a little for Yunho to taste. He ate the little bit of jam.

"That's nice! I'm guessing that herb flavour is the thyme?" He said. You hummed and went to take the tray with the blind baked tartlet shells. You gave Yunho two tablespoons.

"Two spoons per tart shell." You instructed.

"O-Oh! Okay!" He beamed, going over to wash his hands before stepping back to help you. He was glad that you just had him do tasks without him having to offer anymore, it was like you were used to him being around.

"So what other stuff are we putting out this morning?" Yunho asked as he focussed on filling the tart shells with equal amounts of jam. You turned to the others in the kitchen.

"I'm making a devil's food cake." Wooyoung raised his hand.

"I'm making a quiche with salmon and leeks. We made matcha financiers, they're cooling off." Seonghwa continued.

"I'm making a plum blechkuchen (German sheet cake)." Jongho said.

"And today's cupcake/ muffin is pandan chiffon with a gula melaka (coconut sugar) center." You finished. Although Yunho has not heard of half of those things, he was still excited to see what they were.

"They sound tasty for sure." Yunho smiled. He finished filling all the tartlet shells and you bent down to check that they were all level.

"Good job." You nodded in approval, putting them close to the serving window.

"Thank you!" Yunho smiled. After that, the other 4 came in and they all go ready for the store opening. As usual, Yunho made the entire kitchen crew drinks to have while they finished up their baking. You took a 5 minute break, sipping your coffee as you brainstormed on dinner ideas for tonight.

"So we're doing ricotta stuffed french toast right? With smoked maple butter and sour cherry sauce." You asked the kitchen. The 3 boys nodded their heads.

"Ribs? We can do a gochujang, barbecue type sauce. We'll leave the ribs in brine before we leave." You suggested.

"Ooh, we got good fish this morning. What if we used it to make a crudo? Use up the yuzu fruits to make the dressing." Jongho said.

"Good idea." You nodded, writing that down.

"What about poached chicken? We can poach it in samgyetang herbs. Use the stock to make rice after that. Chicken and rice dish." Seonghwa suggested.

"Yes, some might appreciate a lighter dish." Wooyoung chimed in. You noted all that down.

"Breakfast has just begun and you're already discussing dinner?" San laughed as he came in while you were all still discussing the dishes.

"We have to be prepared, some dishes need as much time as possible. Like we've decided to do ribs tonight so that means we need to marinate them before we leave later. Give it as much time to tenderise the meat and season it." You said.

"Giving more time to marinate helps tenderise it?" San tilted his head in surprise.

"With rib meat, there's not a lot of fat and flavour. So you marinate it, it firstly helps to soften the meat with the acid content. And it gives time for the flavours and salt to penetrate." Wooyoung explained.

"Oh wow. I never knew that." San said.

"So what is good to use to marinate? From what Wooyoung said, so something salty and acidic?"

"Yeah. But there are other things you can use. Like we'll use pineapple, it has an enzyme called bromelain that tenderises meat. Salt is easy things with soy sauce." Jongho informed.

"We'll go with those flavours since we want to use a gochujang based sauce when grilling. So asian tastes." You added.

"San, we need you! Stop chatting." Yeosang called.

"I'm not chatting! I'm learning." San growled in annoyance. He gave everyone a friendly smile and wave before leaving the kitchen to go help in the front. The 4 of you got back to work, finishing up on the baked treats so you could prepare for dinner tonight and leave to rest for the afternoon.

"Last batch done and cooling." Seonghwa said, putting the last cake by the window. When the treat or cake was done outside, those working the front would come and get the refill.

"I'm going for a breather." You said, going out for 5 minutes. The 3 didn't protest to that.

"Okay, let's clean up and start preparing what we need for dinner tonight." You instructed after coming back in.

"You prepare the stuff for tonight. We'll clean." Jongho came. Seonghwa nodded, bringing the used bowls to the sink to start washing them.

"Guess it's us on prep." Wooyoung bumped his hip against yours.

"Let's get all the meats out for trimming then." You said. Wooyoung helped you bring out all the packs of ribs, putting all the meats on the prep table. There was a lot of meat to get through.

"Rock, paper, scissors. Winner makes marinade, loser preps the meat?" Wooyoung wriggled his eyebrows at you.

"You're on." Seonghwa and Jongho ignored the two of you. But soon, Wooyoung was letting out curses, an indication of who emerged victorious in the game. You smiled happily, skipping to the pantry to collect what you needed for the marinade.

"I hate removing the membrane. It's so slippery." Wooyoung whined. But nonetheless, he took the pack of meat and grabbed his knife. He removed the membrane at the back, trimmed the excess fat cap off.

"Did you bring your boning knife?" Wooyoung asked. You nodded over to your knife wrap.

"I'm going to need it for frenching (cleaning the excess meat, fat and sinew off the bones for cleaner look)." He said.

"Knock yourself out." You giggled, making Wooyoung roll his eyes, continuing to grumble. You made a big batch of marinade, mixing all the ingredients in together.

"Thank you for your hard work this morning." Yunho came in for a short breather.

"How's the crowd?" You asked.

"It's good, actually. We're selling things at a steady pace. I think we're starting to have repeating customers too, I recognise some faces." Yunho smiled blissfully.

"What are you doing?" Yunho came over, full of curiosity.

"I'm making a marinade for the pork ribs. So Woo is preparing the ribs and we'll let them soak for as long as we can before we grill them for dinner. Get as much flavour in them as possible. Then we brush on a gochujang sort of barbecue sauce at the end. We'll serve it with white kimchi and roast potatoes." You informed.

"As someone who loves meat, that sound really good. White kimchi sounds like it will go together really well." Yunho said, nearly drooling as he imagined the dish.

"We'll see if the customers like more Western based dishes." You shrugged and he nodded in agreement.

"What's in the marinade?"

"Soy sauce, pineapple juice, pear juice, onions, sesame oil, peppercorns, salt and garlic. We're going for something similar to a bulgogi or galbi marinade." You explained to him.

"Done." Wooyoung groaned, throwing his head back tiredly. You chuckled and put the ribs into the tubs.

"I'll pour the marinades in." You used a measuring cup to divide the marinade into the tubs.

"Let me help with that." Yunho took one of the tubs after Wooyoung closed the lids, bringing it into the walk in to leave it there to marinate. Jongho helped bring the other tubs in too. After that, you put all your aprons in your little cubbies.

"See you later!" Yunho waved with smile. You all waved back, bowing your heads as you walked to Wooyoung's car to head home to rest for the next few hours.

"They just left?" Mingi poked his head in. Yunho nodded, taking his mug to drink his coffee.

"Grab me some chocolate sauce while you're there? Everyone seems to be craving mochas today." He asked.

"Sure. Anything else you need?" Yunho raised an eyebrow. Mingi shook his head and Yunho went to grab what the baristas needed for the front.

"You're very good looking." Some girls giggled as Yunho keyed in their order and received their money.

"Thank you. You can head to the end for your order pick up." Yunho smiled kindly, gesturing to the end of the counter. Mingi and Hongjoong watched on, both facepalming at how Yunho replied so normally. He was too kind to anyone that he met, not one to turn others away or reject their flirting.

Or maybe he just never noticed it when others flirted with him. Girls would usually get frustrated that Yunho wouldn't flirt back, just respond with a kind smile and a wave.

"What are we going to do with you?" Mingi clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"What?" Yunho asked, confused by his best friend's words.

"You're too friendly, Yunho ah." Hongjoong chuckled, patting the taller on the shoulder before heading to the back kitchen. Yunho still didn't understand what his friends were saying.

"Can I have your Instagram?" One of the girls giggled as they waited for their drink that San was making.

"Sorry, girls. Company policy, we can't give that info out." Mingi came to save Yunho, slinging an arm around his shoulder. The girls either pouted or frowned at Mingi's words, taking their drinks from San and leaving the cafe. Mingi chuckled and let out a soft sigh.

"What company policy are you talking about? I'm the owner and I didn't even know we had any policy." Yunho raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms.

"Trust me, buddy. You'll thank me later." Mingi patted Yunho's shoulders and walked back to the barista area to help San.

Instead of going home to rest, you went to the shops with Jongho to pick up some extra things that you might need for dinenr tonight like ginseng chicken soup herbs and worcesteshire sauce.

"Oh wow, key limes." Jongho said, picking one up to inspect. You looked over in interest.

"What a rarity... And they're not expensive. Shall we make key lime pie?" You turned to meet his eyes. Jongho nodded.

"Key lime syrup for drinks." His eyes sparkled excitedly. The both of you bought a few punnets, putting it into the trolley and continuing on your way.

"Hwa said he needed more stock bags." You grabbed two packets off the shelf. After getting what you needed, you and Jongho went to get a coffee at the coffee stand near the markets then drove to your home. You both decided to spend the remaining time napping at your house rather than splitting up.

When Jongho came to wake you up, you were not pleased to be woken up. All the tiredness of your broken sleep schedule was hitting you all at once, which was not ideal.

"Don't be grumpy." Jongho chuckled as he drove. You hid further into your hoodie.

"Hwa hyung's gonna send you home and won't let you do dinner service, you know?" Jongho reminded. You pouted, you didn't want to be sent home.

"Here." Jongho held out the coffee he poured into a travel mug for you.

"Thanks." You mumbled and took the tumbler to take a sip. When Jongho pulled up to park, you let out a childish whine.

"Come on." Jongho got out and went to open the passenger door for you. You grumbled as you stepped out, you were really just so tired and sleep deprived that you didn't want to be working.

You and Jongho were first to arrived. You went to get your apron, tying it around your waist and tucking two tea towels into your apron string. Then you put your precision tongs and tasting spoon into the pockets in front.

"Let's start." You said to Jongho. He nodded and stood with you, prepping what you needed to start.

"We should get the poaching liquid for the chicken going first. I want as much of the herbal flavour to get in because we need that liquid for the rice later." You informed.

"Okay, I'll prepare the herbs first?" He asked.

"No, help me butcher the chickens. I want to serve them in halves." You said. Jongho nodded and went to prepare his station.

"I'll prep the herbs." You went to get the samgyetang herbs that you bought earlier, brushing off any debris that you saw, throwing it into the pot with some stock.

"Hey." Seonghwa and Wooyoung came in. You were focused at your own counter. Wooyoung pointed at your back, signalling to Jongho.

Jongho put his hands together, tucking it under his ear to show that you were sleeping before this. Wooyoung and Seonghwa nodded their heads, understanding him. They went to put their things in their cubbies and got their aprons. Wooyoung didn't dare approach you yet but Seonghwa was daring enough.

"Hey, darling." Seonghwa came up to you.

"Park, I'm holding a knife. If you're going to ask me to go home now and sleep, I'm not responsible for what I do with said knife." You said, continuing to cut the garlic.

"Carry on." He patted your head and backed away. The only time you called him 'Park' was when you were grumpy.

"I'll get started on the ribs." Wooyoung raised his hand, going into the walk in.

"Hwa, start on the appetisers. Jong, when you're done, prep what we'll need for the rose carbonara. I'll do the desserts after I put the chickens in for poaching." You instructed.

"Okay." They all replied and got to doing their tasks.

When Yunho, Mingi, Hongjoong, Yeosang and San came in for the dinner shift, they too felt the coldness in the room. Yunho could practically see the rain cloud above your head. Wooyoung shook his head, using his hand to do a neck slice action.

"Go." Yunho whispered, ushering the other boys out to the front to get ready for dinner service.

"Don't worry, (y/n). I'll be at the pass tonight." They heard Wooyoung offer from the kitchen window. Tonight was supposed to be your turn at the window.

"We need an extra pair of hands. San." You poked your head out briefly. San raised his hand and jogged to the kitchen quickly.

Yunho pouted, he had hoped he was the first one you call to help in the kitchen. He could do just as well as San.

"Let's get the silverware out." Mingi said. Hongjoong brought his maitre d stand to the front, making sure his iPad with all the reservations was on and working.

"Work phone?" Hongjoong asked. Yunho took it from the charger behind the counter and handed it over. The shorter put it in his pocket.

"(y/n) a little sleep deprived now and like a little kid, she can get grumpy when she needs sleep. So just... steer clear. Don't try to send her home or anything, she already threatened Seonghwa. It's scary." Jongho advised to those that were outside, having come out to get a mug of juice from the bar fridge.

"I'm stepping out real quick to get something. If I'm not back in time, Hongjoong hyung, open for me?" Yunho said.

"Do you need something?" Yeosang asked.

"Kind of...? I'll be as fast as I can. Just manage it for the time being." Yunho said and ran out the front door of the restaurant, leaving his dumbfounded friends there.

When Yunho came back, he came through the back. He put what he needed in his cupboard before coming out of the small room.

"Woah." He almost crashed into you. You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there?" You asked, nodding over to the front of the restaurant. Yunho gulped, suddenly feeling like a child that was caught by his parent.

"I needed to get something so Hongjoong hyung opened up for me." Yunho said. You nodded and went into the get something front your bag. Yunho's eyes followed you until you stopped.

"Need something?" You stared back at him, questioningly.

"N-No! I'm going out." Yunho quickly bowed his head and ran away to support his friends with waiting tables. You slightly frowned in confusion but grabbed what you needed before going back to the kitchen as dinner service was starting.

Thankfully for you, dinner service went by quickly. The customers liked the menu and the food. When it was near closing, your kitchen crew took turns to prepare the dessert and to eat their dinner.

"Why don't you finish up dessert and go home? We'll clean up." Wooyoung offered.

"I'm fine." You rolled your eyes, flipping the french toast in the pan.

"Can I get a coffee, please? Two shots, on the rocks." You turned to Jongho. He nodded and ate another bite, exiting the kitchen to go out and make you a coffee.

"Service." You put yours and Wooyoung's plate at the window. Yeosang came over and took it to serve.

"Here you go." Jongho handed you the cup. You took a sip and exited the back door.

"Last few tables. Is (y/n) outside?" Yunho asked. Seonghwa nodded. Yunho went to the locker room and grabbed something, slipping out the back door. Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho tried but couldn't get a glimpse at what Yunho was carrying. They shrugged and returned to what they were doing.

"(y/n)?" Yunho looked around. He saw you sitting on the curb, cup of coffee beside you as you pressed your cheek on your folded arms. Your eyes were closed as you snoozed.

"Did you need something?" You asked with your eyes closed, making Yunho jump in surprise.

"Ummm, I have something for you." Yunho said shyly. Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at him.

"Sit." You scooted, patting the space beside you. He gladly sat down. You took a sip of your coffee first, raising an eyebrow at Yunho, waiting for him to say something.

"Something to brighten your day... Or, at this time, I guess it's night. To give you energy." Yunho grinned, taking the paper bag.

"Which is?" You were not expecting him to take a sunflower bouquet out for you.

"Oh and this. I don't know how to make donuts so I figured buying one that I know is good will be better than me trying to make one on my own." Yunho said, holding out the box of 3 donuts. You stared at the two items.

"Sunflowers bring light and energy... I just thought... I don't know..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You melted a little, this was completely unexpected.

"Thank you, Yunho. I'm really fine, don't worry." You didn't know what came over you as you reached out to pat his head gratefully.

~

Series masterlist

[flickynightdarkness]

Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

[princesssarisa]

Is there a concept you'd like to see for a Barbie doll that hasn't been done before or only at a small level?

Maybe a series of Barbie dolls based on opera heroines. They once did it for ballet, with the Classic Ballet Series that offered dolls of the Sugar Plum Fairy from The Nutcracker, Odette from Swan Lake, Juliet from Prokofiev's Romeo and Juliet, and others. So why not opera too?

I'd like then to release at least 10 dolls. For example:

Carmen (Carmen), Violetta (La Traviata), Pamina, the Queen of the Night (The Magic Flute), Mimi, Musetta (La Bohéme) Susanna (The Marriage of Figaro), Tosca (Tosca), Cio-Cio-San (Madame Butterfly), and Rosina (The Barber of Seville)

I'd also suggest Lucia (Lucia di Lammermoor) because she's so iconic, but Mattel probably wouldn't want to sell a Barbie in a bloodstained wedding gown.

It will probably never happen because the market would be so niche, but I'd buy them.

[a-whispering-echo]

Sans Nickname Masterpost

A collection of nicknames used for the sanses, for what ever you may need them for. Some of these are ones ive made up, so are once other people have used, im just collecting them.

This is a collective project, if you have one for ANY sans, even ones not already on the list, sent them my way, in the comments, my asks or you could dm me, i dont mind, ill get them on when i can.

Nightmare

Night, Mare, Nightlight, Moonlight, Midnight, Moon, Moonbeam, Nightingale, Moonbeam, moony, Moonflower, Lune, Moonshine, Noot, Nootmare, Octopus, Calamari, moonjelly

Dream

Sunshine, Glowstick, Firefly, Starlight, Starling, Pipe dream, starshine, sunspot, sunflower, Dreamer, Solar Flare, little light, ray of light, Solstice, Sunburst, Sol, Daydream, Bumblebee,

Killer

Killz, Tears, Oil eyes, Stabby, Cutlet, Killshot, Overkill, Killjoy, skillet, roadkill, Buttercup, Rogue, Target, Tomcat, Kitcat, Rascal

Cross

X, C, criss-cross, applesauce, crossy, crossroads, crossword, zebra crossing, zebra, pup, puppy, crossy road, double stuff, candy floss, cotton candy, candy, cookie, crossbow, your X-cellence, black white and red all over, Jellybean, lionheart, Oreo

Horror

Big guy, H, Gummy Bear, Teddy Bear, teddy, bear, Pumpkin, Cookie Monster, chompy, chum, Crackhead

Dust

Murder, dusty, dust bunny, bun, bunny, duster, feather duster, feather, dustbin, dustpan, Little Lamb, lamb, lambchop, powder, cocaine, powdered sugar, sugar, dust cloud, snowdrop, cinnabunny, walking dust mote, stardust, Red Riding Hood, Hare, Ghost

Blue/Swap

Baby Blue, blueberry, bluebell, bluebird, Bluebonnet, Blueberry Muffin, muffin, Bluejay, mistletoe, Swapper, Cadet, Guard, Berry blues, Comet

Ink

Inky, Squid, Squididiot, inkblot, Doodlebug, Snickerdoodle, Inkstain, inkling, Inkdrop, Inkwell, skittles, Stink, Calamari, KiKi, Abomination, rainbow, Rainbow dash

Error

glitchy, Ru, Ru ru, mistake, Bumblebee,

Fell

Red, spikes, fellanie

Reaper:

Reaps, Angel, Death, Macabre, Crow, Raven, Birdy, Birdbrain

Geno

Rose, Candle, Dove, Rose thorn, Petal, Genocide

Lust

Violet, Plum, Lavender, Amethyst, Lilac, Star

[howlsofbloodhounds]

just a short little thing cause I have to go for something but what do you think of atypical nicknames for the more popular sans characters cause I feel like some don't really feel like names or nicknames or are just kind of Meh.

Like instead of Lust I like to call him Bliss seems much more sensual and more like a name then just Lust.

Or Cosmic for Outer cause I just don't like Outer as a nickname and Stellar for Papyrus its short for Constellation.

Saint for Horror just the way I like to envision him sure it wasn't what he meant to be seen as but ut is what he is. In just a situation where he steps up to the people of Snowdin and before he lost parts of his skull he was doing alot for them seems like even given up his own food for others. In a situation where joining others allows him to feed Snowdin he would definitely be seen as a Saint. Also, I like Shine for Papyrus its a Nickname that Saint decided on.

Or Greed for SwapFell Purple Papyrus instead of something like Cash.

I have a big list for other nicknames for Killer being my favorite not exactly a sans sans. Envy is the most prominent one I feel like Killer an envious person even if he doesn't actually say anything about this wanting what others have what he lacks but not willing to admit he even wants it. Or Mal short for Malfunctioning Code its an inside thing. Or imagine if he were to have a secret identity who just goes by Buttercup lol. For his Papyrus I think Killer would give him nicknames like Astra or Nemophila as a more loving nickname and a more neutral one being just Silver. Astra being a short hand of Astragalus a flower meaning "Your Presence Softens my Pain" which works for Color too honestly. Nemophila is another flower meaning "You are my one an only innocence & happiness" combining the two is also cool for something like Astraphila a less direct way of admiting how much he cares for his brother which I strongly see that he does.

Also Dust instead going by Husk being just a husk of Sans. Well thats how he might see himself.

Do you like any of the nicknames? Also just a little thing but a Killer and Bliss either ship or friendship name should be Kiss it sounds nice and its the name of a cool band.

~Musical Anon

I think these better sounding names are pretty cool and I honestly prefer them, although Cash is a cool name for me. Bliss is a very beautiful name, and I often tend to prefer calling Lust by the more recognized other name Sugar Plum.

For nicknames like Horror and Dust/Murder, I can see this being a case of names they didn’t want and didn’t choose, and were likely given to them from someone else.

perhaps by Killer to go with the idea that they’re basically like pets from Nightmare for Killer, or maybe it’s what the rest of the multiverse calls them—Horror because of his appearance, Dust/Murder likely because he’s frequently covered in monster dust.

As for Killer, I feel like the idea of a name change would feel like something he doesn’t deserve—for Stage 1.

He wants to be called Sans, somewhere deep down, but he doesn’t feel like the person he was when he had that name and he doesn’t feel like he has any right to avoid the “responsibility”for his actions as Killer under Nightmare—of course he doesn’t have to take any responsibility for what he was forced and coerced into doing, but he would feel like he should.

Stage 2 doesn’t have a tendency to emotionally attach on too things and is used to adapting to whoever he needs to appease and survive, but he did just accept the name given to him. He’s a killer. Makes sense. That’s what he exists to do. (Self fulfilling prophecy head ahhs 😒)

Although, I can definitely see all Stages of Killer being more receptive to nicknames—especially if they’re from Color. Such as @zuzuelectricbugaloo’s HC that Color would call him Omri.

I like the idea of Killer calling Color something like Astra, although i definitely prefer the idea that they use Arabic terms of endearment and nicknames for eachother a lot. Such as habibi.

Astraphilia is an adorable name for Something New Papyrus, although im sure Astraphilia and Killer’s relationship wouldn’t be so straightforward—would very likely be very complicated and messy, especially if any of the other Stages view Papyrus as a threat.

And although Stage 1 definitely does love and miss Papyrus a lot (he wants to go back to his brother), there’s a lot of pain and guilt and shame and (admittedly) very likely some intense dreadful fear.

Stage 1 misses Papyrus and yet he feels Papyrus doesn’t need him tainting up his Good Ending. Papyrus doesn’t need him, is what he thinks, even as he fantasizes about what would happen if they ever met again. He’s changed. He’s not the person Papyrus remembers or loves.

And i don’t know why but i always pictured that, given in canon Stage 2 refers to other alternate Papyri as “bro” even as he scares and threatens them, that he’d simply refer to the Papyrus from his timeline as Papyrus.

Not because he sees this Papyrus as somehow more special and real than any other Papyrus, but because he’s given Papyrus the “dignity” and “respect” of not pretending to be his brother.

[b0njourbeach]

Plum Blossoms in the Snow [Suegiku]

This is also available on AO3.

"Tecchou, can you pass me the sugar?", I asked and was holding my hand open. Without saying anything, he placed the pot in my hand. "Thank you. However, why are you so quiet? I mean, your breathing and your pulse are both annoying but also faster than usual. That's irritating, so change it."

"It's not Tecchous pulse, Jouno", Teruko-Sans sudden answer startled me. "Since when are you here? I haven't heard your steps." "Because you walked after me in the room. I was here the whole time while you were once again talking to yourself", I heard a cup getting placed down, was it hers or was someone else besides the three of us here? "I'm not talking to myself, I was talking to Tecchou. You didn't notice him? He's unusual quiet but you still have two functioning eyes to see him, don't you?"

"Jouno, Tecchou is dead."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh. "You really thought you can fool me with such joke, hm? There is no way my senses can be fooled like that and you should know that by now. Am I right, Tecchou?", I turned around to the spot where I assumed he would stand but he kept quiet. "Could you do me a favor and touch your earring? I would like to hear the bell", Teruko interrupted the silence. I couldn't make any sense of this request but I lifted my hand until I touched my earlobe. After checking my other ear, reality has caught up on me.

I'm not wearing my earring since Tecchou died.

Without saying anything, I lowered my hand and took one of the two cups instead. With him gone, there was no need to prepare two cups of coffee. "You keep repressing his death, don't you? Must've been quite a shock that he died because-" "Silence!" My shouting interrupted Terukos sentence. "I don't want to hear any word about it out of your mouth." Before she could respond anything, I rushed out of the kitchen to lock myself in my room.

With my back pressed tightly against the door, I kept taking deep breathes. "Calm down, Jouno. Keep it in", I kept repeating in my mind. There was it again, the scent. His scent. "Tecchou", I whispered as my knees gave in. With my fingers buried in my thighs, I gave the tears the permission to run down my cheeks.

"Why are you such an idiot! You shouldn't have searched for me! Why! Even now you annoy me, leaving me with this unbearable pain", nothing but muttering came out of my mouth. "I hate you for making me love you so much."

After a while of quietly crying, I got up and fixed my clothes. With my left hand, i searched for the shelf next to my door. As soon as I got it, I grabbed the sword on there with my right hand. "Plum blossoms in the snow", I gave out quietly, my voice cracking in the middle from my breakdown. It wasn't just any sword, it belonged Tecchou. Thanks to his blade, I know exactly how he died.

Thanks to this young boy who found me. The boy who didn't know me, yet he offered his help and his life to help in finding me. The boy who lead me to an explanation on how Tecchou died. The boy I tried to kill for not protecting the person who stole my heart.

The boy who's name was Kenji.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Kenji-Kun!", I screamed as I saw the blonde boy landing harshly on the floor. My blade was rushing towards the enemy, causing them to escape. "Tecchou-San, I don't think we will find this Jouno-person if we have to fight here. Why don't you go first and I will take care of this matter here?", the blonde boy smiled at me as I pulled him back on his legs. "I'd rather not leave you here on your own", a frown appeared on my face, yet this boy was still smiling.

"Don't worry about me. I know this Jouno means a lot to you, so you should find him soon. We'll meet again after it's over", Kenji gave me a soft pat on the shoulder before running towards the enemy. After a slight bow, I continued my way, away from the blonde detective and the fight. "If I could only hear as good as him", I sighed.

On my way to find Jouno, I passed by a small park. It wasn't any park, it was the one where Jouno won against me for the first time. The way he had pinned me down, my sword laying out of range, so I couldn't do anything besides laying there. It was the day I swore myself to workout in order to be able to lift Jouno anytime. There was no way I would let him get me this flustered ever again. If I would be able to lift him down, I would be also able to carry him in case of an emergency.

The thought of him being injured and I am unable to carry him was too painful to accept.

A slight smile went over my lips. He thought he would stop me by stepping on my back whenever I was doing push-ups in front of him. Little did he know it was intentional. There was no better way to train to lift his weight by lifting him as a person. After all weight is weight, yet it makes a major difference in how the weight is placed.

I shook my head, enough dreaming. There was still enough time to do so as soon as Jouno was in safety. A group of vampires were nerby. Should I kill them, should I let them be? They caused no trouble on their own and I saw no one being in danger nearby either, so I let them be. There was no way Jouno was there either, I can't feel his presence. He must be somewhere else, I just know it.

But where is 'somewhere'?

I took a deep breath and kept the air in my lungs for a moment. "Your breath and pulse are both annoying, please do your best to stop", I heard Jounos voice in my head and pushed the air out again. "I won't stop breathing until I found you, Jouno. I promise", I whispered into the nothing. "I will find you even if it's the last thing I will do."

How long has it been since I last saw a living being? How long has it been since I parted ways with Kenji? Is he still alive? He's strong, I'm sure he's still alive. Truly a smiling sunshine, yet so unbelievably strong. The Detective Agency really has a good person with him in their team. I stopped walking for who knows how long and pulled an egg out of my pocket. With a sigh, I took a bite. Even something so simple as an egg made me think of Jouno.

There was no way I would believe I would ever think that but I miss his threats. Not necessarily because I wanted to be threatened or even get told to die but simply because hearing his voice gave me a feeling of safety, knowing he's alive and well enough to express his playful hatred towards me. I know he never meant it, he was a good person. A cold but kind soul, misunderstood by many.

Another sigh escaped my throat. I miss him.

As soon as I cleaned my hands on my uniform, I started walking again. It was calm, too calm and I didn't like it. My hand was resting on my sword, ready to pull it anytime. Soon enough, I should be proven right: A small group of people came rushing towards me, some of them were carrying weapons. There wasn't an order to fight civilization but in order to keep my own life, I have to fight them one way or another.

My body freezed in the moment I heard a little sound. There was no way- Could it be- No, I would never mistaken this sound! But why don't I sense Jouno? A stinging pain in my arm pulled me quickly out of my thoughts: One out of the group has cut my arm with a broken bottle. I quickly drew my sword and ended the person just as quick.

"Tell me where Jouno is!"

No answer. No answer? There is no way! I need to know. "I ask you again: Where is Jouno? I know you've met him, I can hear his bell with you." Instead of a proper answer, the small group came rushing all at once to me. Normally I would be able to take them down without trouble but the little sound of his bell distracted me way too much. Suddenly the sound stopped and I saw the little red string on the floor.

It took only a few seconds to take out the enemy with my ability and soon enough I was holding the small object in my hands. It was indeed the just too familiar little golden bell on the red string that was always attached to Jounos ear. I didn't see him in the group but his earring was with them, then where is he? Was he- No, he can't be dead. I can't allow it.

My eyes kept staring at the earring as something dripped on my hands. First it was a clear drop, then another, then a red drop joined. I looked around but there was no one, so I checked my face. Turns out that I was both crying and injured. Not only my cheek was cut but also several, differently deep injuries across my body. How didn't I notice any of them?

I shook my head, it didn't matter. All that matters right now is that Jouno is most likely near and needs me, so I have to find him. A deep breathe of mine caused a stinging pain in my chest but I ignored it. It won't be too bad, I will take care of it later. My hand embraced his earring, keeping it save inside my fist and I just started running. "Jouno! Jouno, can you hear me?", I screamed from the top of my lungs, ignoring every pain that was rushing through my body.

Just as I felt as if my lungs were collapsing, I stopped running and calling his name. Coughing took over me, making it hard for me to catch a breathe after all. It seemed like an eternity before I got proper air back in my lungs. With my fist, I wiped away the blood from my lips. My eyes were on the blood on my fist, the fist that kept Jounos earring save.

Why did you lose it? Was it a sign for me, so I could find you?

The scenerey was quite beautiful, a bridge to watch the sun shining between the cherry blossoms and watch them sink onto the water. "Your ability is called plum blossoms in the snow, yet I've never seen any plum blossoms in snow", I heard Jounos voice in my head. He said it a few years ago, while we were standing on this very bridge. Back then I looked at him, doubting his very words.

"You have never seen anything, Jouno", I whispered while watching a leaf joining the water. It was my respond back then, we both laughed afterwards. It was the day I promised myself I'll make sure he will be able to meet plum blossoms and soon after this, I had the chance to get him to a place. I will never forget the gentle smile he had on his lips when he took their scent in. It soon vanished because he caught me chuckling to myself and asked what was so funny.

"You were so beautiful, I had to take a picture. I hope you don't mind", I explained a bit flustered back then. Ever since then it was my background, I never dared to change it. Sometimes I wish I could give him my eyes, so he could witness the beauty of nature. Yet he doesn't need eyes, Jouno simply has his own ways to intake his surroundings.

"Your hair is soft", he once told me after we were drinking together. "You think so?", was my response. "It's almost surprisingly soft, especially given it is your hair. It does seem a little messy, do you mind if I brush it?" He didn't even waited for my answer, he just grabbed a brush and started brushing my hair. His finger went gently through my hair strands, almost as if he viewed it as too precious. It was still embarrassing when Tachihara rushed in the room and saw us like that. On the other hand: Neither of us ever left a single word about it, so it probably made no change after all.

Another sigh escaped my lungs. Just where are you, Jouno?

Suddenly I've got an idea, it was entirely crazy yet it might actually work. I breathed in as deep as I possibly could and screamed his name from the top of my lungs. It ended with me coughing up blood again but I didn't care. As I came past a bush, I spit out the blood in it and continued my search. Where are you? How far did they take you? Are you still alive?

"Tecchou!", it was him. Jouno was alive! I started running towards his location as fast as I could. As soon as I came across the corner, something pierced through my abdomen. "You're so desperate, it's embarrassing", in shock, I looked up into an unfamiliar face. "You really believe Jouno is still alive?", the stranger laughed, pushing the object deeper in my body. "Where is Jouno?", was all I replied while I grabbed the pole in both hands to stop them from moving it.

"He's dead."

"No. No, he is not. Jouno is alive, I know it!", anger took over my body and as I grabbed my sword, I pulled out the metal out of my torso. With an unsteady hand, I lead my sword but it was too late. The small group vanished, leaving no trails whatsoever. With my back against the wall for stabilation, I took a closer look on my stomach: Its affect on the surface was rather small but depth was a different matter. Based on the blood stain on the pole, it must have pierced through my entire body.

Is that why we have to wear red uniforms, so you won't see the blood on it as easy?

I smiled slightly while I sat down on the ground. My eyes were focusing on the sky. No sign of Jouno except his earring and people who seem to know more than they want to tell. How did they manage to copy his voice? Was it a recording, where they able to mimic him? Maybe they were actually right and they recorded him screaming for me to help but I'm not there to help. If that's the case.. Then he must have died with hatred towards me in his heart.

Did my incompetence kill you, Jouno? If so, please forgive me once we meet again.

"I'm sorry, Jouno. I need to rest for some moments, then I will find you. Even when it kills me", I whispered and laid down on my back. My fist tightly closed around his earring, resting on my chest. "Just wait for me, I will find you. I accept that you hate me but please let me find you." I closed my eyes and his face showed up on my inner eye. He was smiling at me, cherry blossoms flying through the air. "You seem to regret something", he chuckled.

"Only that I never told you how much I desired to call you mine."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

"Tecchou!", I called out. He was somewhere nearby but I couldn't figure out where exactly and he wouldn't answer me either. The injury on my knee didn't make the search more comforting either but I have to find him. After all, his scream sounded as if he was actually searching for me. However, it was stupid to shout this loud, his position could be easily detected.

With a sigh, I walked past a street, only to walk back to it. A too familiar scent was coming from here. "Tecchou", I called out again and walked along the street, only to trip over something. After crouching down, I checked the floor with my hands which came across the object I triped over. Under closer inspection, it turned out to be a sword, covered in some sticky liquid. According to its scent, it must be blood.

Did Tecchou kill people here?

"Tecchou." No Reaction, not even a single sound. He would never leave his sword behind, what happened here? An unpleasant feeling was coming up in my chest. With the sword in my hands, I got back up and continued to walk again, this time slower than before. Only a few steps later, I unintentionally kicked something. How didn't I notice there was something?

As I tried to walk past it, I noticed there was also something, so I crouched back down and started touching whatever was blocking my way. It felt soft, yet strong. Something was wrapped in fabric but the material felt too familiar. It struck me after taking off my glove to get a better feeling: It was the same material as the uniform of the Hunting Dogs!

"Tecchou, get up. Stop slacking off", I scolded him but I didn't understand how I didn't notice him. "Tecchou!" Still no reaction. I followed the fabric with my hands and as it seemed it was his thigh that was blocking the path. It must have been his torso when the fabric started to become as sticky as his sword and the uneasy feeling became overwhelming.

"Tecchou?", I said much softer than before and kept following the fabric until I reached his face. My bare hand was covering his cheek. It was wet but not in the sticky way of the blood. Did he cry? Everything was so deafening quiet, too quiet. "Tecchou?", my voice nothing more than a whisper. I couldn't hear his pulse nor his breathing as usual and it just fed the overall discomfort.

As a pathetic attempt of hope, I pressed my ear on his chest in hopes of hearing just a slight hint of breathing, but everything was silent. A sudden thud followed by the ringing of a bell cut the silence. A bell? I felt along Tecchous lower part of his chest, the arm that was laying here wasn't laying on his chest anymore.

Following his shoulder down his arm, I found his hand. It was formed into a fist and after opening the hand, I heard another bell. My hand glided gently into is hand and came in touch with a just too familiar object: It was my earring. It was ripped off by the people who kidnapped me, I thought I'd never see it again.

"You were holding onto it until your last breath..", my voice cracked mid-way through the sentence and I was unable to hold back the tears. "Tecchou, please", I begged, kneeling next to his body, tears falling down in an uncontrollable manner. My bare hand was holding his hand and the other hand was buried in his uniform. "Tecchou, please! Don't leave me, I need you."

"If I only would've been more careful.. If I wouldn't have been kidnapped..", I cried out loud. The pain was going from my chest through my whole body. I will never be able to hear your voice again, your laughter, your heartbeat. Your stupid food combinations that were always pestering the air. Your sword that always poked my ass, so I would give you the attention you want.

Why did you have to leave me alone?

"Excuse me sir, who are you?", a sudden voice appeared behind me. "What?", I replied and got up, ready to pull my sword. "I asked who you are. You're with my friend and he seems injured. I need to protect my friend", the voice seemed rather young. "Your friend? What is your business with Tecchou?"

"I helped him searching for someone."

My body froze for a moment. "Searching for someone?", I repeated his answer. "Yes, sir. My friend lost someone very dear to him and so I offered my help. I told him to leave, so he can find the person and they can be happy together. You see, my friend told me he adores his friend a lot and would do anything for his friends well being, so I have to ask you again of who you are, so I can protect my friend from you", the stranger explained carefully yet in a friendly manner.

Without thinking twice, I attacked him with my sword. "It's your fault", I whispered as my sword got blocked. "Excuse me, why are you attacking me? And why are your eyes closed? You remind me like my coworker in the Agency", this person said. The agency? Tecchou had business with them? "What do you mean 'why are my eyes closed?' ? I'm blind. And if you wouldn't have told Tecchou to leave, he wouuld be still alive!", I pulled my sword away, just to attack even stronger.

"You are blind? Oh, then you must be Jouno, right?"

"How do you know my name?", I asked and turned around, this guy was no longer in front of me. "Tecchou was searching for you, he told me how much he likes you and how much he needs you by your side again. He never described how you looked like. My name is Kenji and you said Tecchou is dead?", Kenjis voice still seemed unchanged, while my mind was racing.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't by Tecchous side this whole time but his injury seems to be quite huge, so I don't think it would've made a difference if I was there. Do you want me to describe his wounds, so you have a better image about his condition?", I only nodded and followed his voice. "Be careful, you almost stepped on his hand."

After we both sat down, Kenji started to explain: "His right cheek has a vertical cut but it doesn't seem to be very deep. The petals on his left cheek are a little messed up, it seems like he had cried. His uniform has been cut on different places all across his body, so I can't judge how deep they are. The biggest wound is on his stomach. Guessing by our surroundings, he has been stabbed with a long metal pole. The injury is so bad, it caused a huge blood puddle here."

"I understand, thank you. And.. I'm sorry for attacking you", I said quietly, not really sure what else to say. Tecchou was dead, this guy just described it to me. "Oh, don't worry. I hold onto your sword before something could have happened. Are you okay, do you need a hug?", before I could answer, I was already pulled into a tight embrace. His body felt warm, causing the tears to run down my cheeks again.

After a while of just crying while this person were just holding and stroking my back, I calmed down again. "Tecchou told me a lot about you, especially how much he likes you", Kenji chuckled as he let go of me again. "He did?", I was a little surprised. He really walked around, blabbering about me? "Hmhm!", I heard rushed movements.

"He said people misunderstand you a lot and that you're actually very nice. He also said that you look cute when you smile and even more when you laugh. According to him, hearing you laugh makes his day already much better. In a way like sunshine during a rainy day causes rainbows", I could hear a big smile in Kenjis words but I felt like crying again. Why did he never told me any of this?

"When I asked Tecchou how he got so incredibly strong, he said he's been training all the time, so in moments when you need to be carried, he can carry you. That's really cute", Kenji kept on talking but I didn't pay attention. He kept training just to carry me? All the meetings where he was doing push ups and I stepped on him, it was simply his plan? When he asked me to to sit on his back for more workout, he simply did it to work with my weight?

Why was this sweet gesture just so hurtful?

Suddenly, Kenji took my hand and placed something in it. "I have an idea. The agency has contacts to an ability user who can see the past in objects, we can take Tecchous sword to him and he can describe you in detail what exactly happened. I'm sure he would've wanted you to know what happened. And while you carry his sword, I will carry him, so he can have a proper funeral."

"I don't think it's a good idea if I would interfere with the Agency", I mumbled but got interrupted. "Nonsense. I mean, sure, in any other cases, the agency would probably be against it but this is a special case and I'm sure everyone will understand you. After all, anyone who would be in Tecchous position would've wanted the person they loved to know how they died." "The person they loved?"

"Oh, yes. Tecchou loved you since a long time but was always too scared to tell you."

[mishy-mashy]

The same fic as Hasta la Vista baby, but going a bit more back in time to focus on En's wacky marriage with his best friend (Hima. An OC) when he was actually alive

In which two ace people marry into a QP relationship, because one (Hima) wouldn't shut up about marriage

Featuring,

Tall woman + short man = PROFIT?

"Ah! Ow! I'm sorry OW!! Hey!!!"

En hmphed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

"Just so you know, I've grown another inch."

She rubbed her head, relieved of his pulling her hair for her slight. "Congratulations on hitting 5'2, then."

En deals with spontaneous proposals everyday until he agrees

[Day 1]

"Let's get married!" she seemed to decide, planting her fists on her hips.

"....."

"What's with that look?!"

En had stopped midstep and stared at her, eyes slightly wide in confusion, brows crinkled, not sure what to say or if she really meant it. Much like the face of one seeing a drug addict suddenly burst in front of them, butt naked, and running off. She was absolutely the equivalent to that right now.

".... We- We're 19," En tried to reason, not understanding why she decided that. "We just graduated, and we're too young-"

"Age is just a number," she deadpanned. "Jail is just a room. Marriage is just an agreement."

"How does jail tie into this conversation?!"

"Clearly, you deserve it, for breaking my heart," she sniffed. "Jail! Jail for a thousand years!"

***

Banjo squinted. Because did En just sprint by in a panic, with Hima-san on his heels with a rolled newspaper, shouting "JAIL!!!"?

"... Was that En?"

"He probably deserved whatever it was," Torino dismissed. He kept his gaze ahead, taiyaki between two fingers. "You don't argue with girls. They'll rain hell when you do."

Banjo didn't look convinced. His brow scrunched, turned in the direction the pair ran off.

"Would you'd like to get in Hima-san's warpath?" Torino quirked a brow. "Once she makes up her mind, she doesn't stop. I don't doubt her Quirk influences that."

"Welp! Good luck, En!" Banjo threw him under the bus, turning away immediately to continue a happy march down the ruined pavement.

[Day 2]

"Please please please please please!"

En stared blankly at her. Then his gaze went down to the distance between them. His paused yellow tape measure was pointedly stretched in front of him.

"Didn't I say five meters?"

She slumped in her dogeza. "Come on, En! I didn't mean to knock you out! I'm sorry! Marry me!"

"En, it was only for a few seconds," Nana said, exchanging paper bills with Torino in a silent bet over the pair. "And to be fair, you're the one that ran into the pole."

"I wouldn't have been running if she wasn't chasing me," En kept on, arms crossed.

[Day 3]

En didn't look away from the hamburger menu he was pointedly keeping his attention on, gaze up at the shining neon.

Very obviously so, to avoid looking at his friend, who currently bended down on one knee to his left, waiting for his attention to propose.

"Oh, honeybunch? Sugar plum?" No way was she starting to sing-song for his attention. "Pumpy-umpy-umpkin?"

"No."

"Hey, my sweetie pie-"

En speedruns the marriage process because his friend wants to (divorce included?)

"Sorahiko-senpai, give me the marriage certificate," En nearly hissed over their burgers.

Sorahiko chewed slowly. "Why?"

"I'm about to set the world record for fastest divorce—!!!"

Sorahiko is the worst person to go to for relationship advice.

[Case 1]

"Gran Torino, you should really keep your nose out of their business," Crimson Riot said, after watching Hima walk off after a quick conversation with Torino.

"I didn't say anything bad," Torino said.

"You just told Hima-san to fill Smoke Eater's shoes with pie filling and bake for 20 minutes?"

"If she can't find Smokey, he'll eventually come looking for her as the culprit," Torino defended.

Then his phone started blowing up with panicked texts from said Smokey.

"See? She found him."

"Actually," Crimson glanced at his own phone, receiving similar messages, "he's asking why you told her to do that. She just texted him the new plan you told her to do."

Couldn't she have just texted him for his location? Crimson thought.

Truly, she was not the sharpest person there was.

"Her phone was 1%, so it's probably dead now... he can't reach her cell either," Crimson read, taking in the new information pouring through his texts in even more of a frenzy. "Straight to voicemail. And he's two districts over, so he's not gonna make it home in time to stop her. Oh, wow."

He chewed. "Sounds like a skill issue."

"Torino—"

[Case 2]

"I'm just saying, naming a kid Butter Stick isn't a bad name," Torino defended over his mochi. That he stole from En's pantry, but no one really cared to stop him at the time. They already learned to stop buying taiyaki, because Torino was a rat who kept breaking into their apartment for it.

It still didn't stop them from waking up and finding him eating their cereal in the kitchen. He'd broken 3 windows – always the same one – before Hima finally explained how to open it.

En currently laid on the couch he was kicked to sleep on tonight, back facing them and angry steam wafting from his head.

Nana pulled the container of mochi away from him. After he egged on En's wife, leading to her original "intellectual debate" over what foods would work as human names becoming too heated, Torino didn't deserve his sweet cravings fulfilled. Especially when it was out of En's pocket.

[Case 3]

"Divorce her," Torino declared immediately, after bearing witness to Hima blue shelling En on the TV.

"It's just a video game," Nana said from her spot on the couch. "Stop telling him that every time something happens."

"She took the last taiyaki earlier, she deserves it," Torino decided.

"Right," Nana mumbled into her hot chocolate. "Tell me that again when she's strung you up on a flag pole with her Quirk."

[yink07]

HazbinHotel!Lust sans

• Lust!sans’s HazbinHotel version created by: me

• Hazbin Hotel created by: VivziePop

Name: SugarPlum / Sugar Plum

Species: Pink-Demon

Bonus:

[2tiredgal]

I am still looking for 18+ roleplay partners that can be active and at least do one or two paragraphs in response! My current fandom is Undertale and all its AUs (Bara Sans are fucking most welcome!). I ship only fontcest, sanscest, and papcest. I do not accept genderbents or do f/m ships. I will list all the characters I can play as down below. If this interests you at all please message me on my discord at 2tiredgal. I do have an OC and do take Ocs, though I do prefer doing fontcest, sanscest, and papcest.

Sans; Undertale (Comic), Underlust (Sugar Plum), Underfell (Pepper), Horrortale (Blackberry), Nightmare, Underswap (Blueberry), Fell Lust (Red Velvet), Error

Papyrus; Underlust (Passion), Underswap (Stretch / Honey), Fellswap (Hickory)

[multikore]

Did I talk about Extravaganza AU here- probably not but ANYWAYS

E x t r a v a g a n z a M u l t i v e r s e :D

It’s kinda like a fashion show I suppose? I’m just gonna dump ideas here for a bit because got no where else to put ‘em and I wanna share it so blep :P

It’s like those large festivals with flashy costumes, feathers, glitter, boa scarfs and sequins etc. etc.

I made Sugar Plum (UnderLust Sans) already and a vague idea for Error and Nightmare- I kinda just doodled Plum when I was in another country and made Error and Nightmare when drawing on the school chrome books so y e s , this was made from random doodles out of boredom and ideas >:D

Sooooo if you see some posts like that soon then that’s the extravaganza multiversal au I wanna make :D

[kamari333]

21st day of Kinktober 2023

I didn't get this ship in any asks either, I just thought it would fit well with the prompts <3 Day 21 is for a Sugar Plum (Underlust!Sans bitty) and a Fell!Sans with questionable methods.

[starlitwishforu]

i come home on the first night of the rabbit year bearing two illicit packs of white rabbit candy and six dusty bags of gluttonous rice flour, which my mother needs for her niangao; and whose name i was proud to have recognised all by myself until, in a flash of doubt, i googled it anyway just to make sure, squatted there on the crusted tile of the great wall supermarket like a slightly anxious chinese american shrimp. i got it right the first time.

my mother starts the niangao then teaches me to fry dumplings. "i don't even know if they'll cook all the way through," she laughs, "i haven't done it this way in a long time." we put the lid on the pan and leave it to simmer; in the meantime, i pull out a math packet. there's a final tomorrow in multivariable calculus.

that's where i will take the candy, squirreled away in the crevices of my lunch bag, to distribute. the first time i brought candy to school a few adventurous white friends tried some. "you eat the paper," i instructed them. "no, not the wrapper. yes, it's edible, i promise." my chinese classmates chittered, and i was gently amused that these poor white children could not figure out what we at three or four had taken for given. they didn't like the texture, or found the taste of milk too strange in a chewy candy; my chinese classmates and i shared exasperated looks, bonding over what the americans would never understand.

at lunch i will peel tangerines for my friends. i peel my tangerines in spirals. pick at the rind in helixes that loop back and back around; when i get up to take the trash there is a pile of them, tangled, and the tangerine juice leaves stains under my nails, sticky, and when i wash my hands later the water will run a little orange. once i studied an ancient ode to the virtuous morality of tangerines. even the ancient chinese, i cackled, made self-insert ocs! tangerine and white lotus and bamboo and plum blossoms.

on the last night of the tiger year there were people who made niangao with gluttonous rice flour. there were people snacking on white rabbit like m&ms. there were people frying dumplings; people peeling tangerines; people who shopped at 99 ranch market, probably, instead of great wall, because they lived in california. they lived.

when i heard the news i stopped, well, i stopped dead for a moment and then i cried, hard, and then i went on. nothing will bring them back, those ten celebrators, those eaters of dumplings and niangao, those tangerines and white lotus and plum blossoms, the ten of them and the hundreds before them. i am a schoolgirl in america and a chinese girl in america and a queer girl in america and they are not the first ten and they are not the last ten, probably, and nothing will bring them back. we will protest and petition and donate and every time this happens there is a part of me that sighs in relief because it could have been my parents, or my grandparents, or my cousin who goes to school near monterey, or my friends in san diego and new york and fairfax who are american the way i am that is to say too much for our families and not enough for our countrymen, it could have been them and it wasn't.

the dumplings cook through after all, crispy and savoury with golden feet. there is just enough for dinner tonight. i'll make more tomorrow morning, i say, to take to lunch in a thermos. i'll remember to fry them a little extra, i like the burnt ones better. they don't look palatable but they taste better, like being six and bringing dumplings to lunch in a thermos. like being eight and peeling the rice paper to let it melt, flavourless on your tongue. like being seventeen and making it to the rabbit year alive.

the last dumpling tastes like burnt sugar. "WHO," i bellow with gleeful outrage, "PUT CHOCOLATE IN THIS DUMPLING." i know full well it's because we were out of white rabbits last night. there's a chinese tradition to put candies in a few of the new year dumplings. whoever gets a sweet dumpling will have good fortune for the whole year. happy new year says the dumpling. may you live with health and happiness. may the year bring peace and prosperity to us all.