#thank you Karolina!!! <3<3

[etoilebinaire]

that's not to derail you and Taylor from Zevran gushing bc he's great and you should say it, but, out of curiosity, how would Taylor/Leliana work? would her being a human lessen her chances in Taylor's eyes? 👀

Listen I think Taylor and Zevran are great together I do but I also realize that Taylor could have matched with anyone. The thing about Taylors fear of humans is.. it’s all subconscious. She doesn’t realize that she is more hesitant around humans at first. It also gets a lot better during her adventuring in DA:O, when she’s not in the alienage and any interaction with humans is either with guards or when she’s sneaking around Denerim. So that, and Leliana has really great dialogue about her realizing her own biases against elves, and her realizing she has to change that. Taylor definitely appreciates that. So Leliana starts flirting with the warden by complimenting their hair. Which.. for Taylor.. who has been shaving her head since she was 17.. was a bit odd. But I don’t think she would have understood any kind of flirting. First of all because Taylor is oblivious to romantic intentions. Second of all because she would be like “but we’re girls” (I cringed writing that Taylor would NOT handle that smoothly and would be unintentionally homophobic oh no). Taylor means well but she has never explored her own identity outside of “I need to marry a husband because it is expected of me and all examples of unmarried women I see in the alienage are Not Happy and I’m already making it difficult for my dad to find someone who is willing to marry me” and would NOT compute being challenged in her sexuality, however gentle. That was very fun while meeting Isabela. BUT after a small crisis, if Leliana wasn’t put off by Taylor being so freaked out.. They would be so cute. They would probably take it sweet and slow and Taylor would use any courting technique she’s ever heard about. Whereas she’s very giggly with Zev, with Leli she’d just be blushing all the time. And the singing!! Match a bard with a theatre kid and you get Leliana/Taylor. They’d be humming all day. Spontaneous duets all around. Taylor is someone who is just instinctively kind and no matter how difficult it could be, it wouldn’t even occur to her that an unkinder alternative could exist. I think Leliana deserves someone like that in her life, honestly.

[brotherconstant]

Yeah, because even if Karolina and Gerri are close friends, they’re going to be reserved there. They’ll go meet up for a drink somewhere and they’ll talk about the day, but they’re not going to do it in that environment. You’re constantly aware of who’s looking at you.

[fat-fem-and-asian]

poster for the wonderful fic once more to see you, written by my very talented friends @harrietdyker @nakedmonkey! and a big thank u to @jeniffercheck who made the op rockstar au post <3 love you shivlina hive!!!

+ details under the cut

<3

[mercymaker]

30 & D for the OC asks!

Uncommon Questions for OCs and their creators

30. Who do they most regret meeting?

God, this is going to be kind of out of nowhere and it's from an AU, but I read the question and my mind immediately went "Oh, Arthorius!". In the story, he's a vampire lord who collects powerful individuals for his ever-growing army and he manages to turn Maleane by threatening to take her daughter instead. Her life after that changes so much, that she pretty much considers Mal, the drow sorceress, to be dead, going as far as convincing her own child that she perished.

D) Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Yeah, she looks pretty much the same as she did when I first made her. I changed her hair in act 2 and 3 to reflect her changes throughout the story and its setting, but other than that, it's the same gal that lived in the forest all those years! I didn't mod my original playthrough, so when I finished I went back and downloaded a bunch of mods and was tempted to change how Maleane looked, but in the end had to stick to the original face because... that's Mal! It no longer looked like her when I changed her face!

[sitpwgs]

for the book asks!! 22, 37, 38

22. would you want your favorite book to be a movie?

a couple of my "favorite books" have already been turned into adaptations, or had the rights sold! but for the sake of this ask, i'll go with something that hasn't had the rights sold yet — no i don't ever want the starless sea to be a movie because i don't think they'll get it right!

37. do you always finish a book even if it’s bad?

not always! but i do try to (especially if it's an arc, a gifted book, or a book i paid for) — it takes quite a bit for me to DNF a book, although i've been more liberal about it over the years!

38. have you ever met an author in real life?

i have! i met casey mcquiston back in 2019 :)

book asks! // 💌

[thedeadthree]

i would like to know more about karolinas surefire way of wooing pls allegra 👁

HII AJ BELOVED <3 you dear you! i hope ur doing well and having the loveliest day! you deserve it!!!!! karolina's ideal dynamic between her and her partners in any and all of her verses taunting and being insufferably smug is her love language aksjkmx shows veeery much here <3 and i just think they're lovely! here's the full version for u! <3

WIP TITLE ASK GAME 🖊

“So… Simon. Your mission is... finished. You can go home and do what it is that Simon Riley’s do on a Wednesday night.” 

He drags out a long sigh. She continues. 

“Maybe when this all blows over you and i can have a vacation perhaps… I’m thinking France. You’ll be paying of course.” 

“Do you think I’m made of money Pajari? I’m not the idiots you con.” He deadpans.

“So you’re taking me up on my offer?” Karolina remarks, grinning.

“No.” 

“Fair play fair play. And by the way I never said you were made of money dear, though you would make a handsome dollar. You’re a lieutenant in the 141. Though a more than decent paycheck, but that’s not what i wish to discuss. Captain Price and Laswell are my babysitters, not you. You’re free to go yet here you are… still here with little old me.” 

She taps her index finger to her chin, “Interesting. Don’t you think?” 

Her hands are bound but she’s maneuvered herself to a position in the vehicle to where she can rest her elbows on the window. Her Midnight hair reached to a point or two past the middle of her back, draped in a way that if she wasn’t bound you would think was strategic. Not that he has noticed.

“You must really enjoy my company huh?”

“I don’t. We’re not done. We have your friends and friends of your friends to take care of. And then after them, there’s you.”

Karolina could be focusing on gazing at the pretty scenery on the ride to the location.

She would rather bother him on this peaceful occasion. Lovely.

And she’s testing his patience.

Her infuriating perpetually smug gaze finds his again, “from the way i see it, and in the words of your countrymen, i think you fancy me Simon.”

“No I don’t.”

“Sure.”

And she would be right. Which surprises himself even.

It's infuriating.

[havenmere]

dropping by to say i absolutely adore your wimbledon au! i’m already a huge tennis fan so it’s even more of a joy to read. the dynamic between rhaenyra x alicent is so sweet & full of yearning, it’s so lovely. it makes my day when there’s an update! i plan on leaving a review on ao3 after i go through it with a fine tooth comb so i can leave detailed feedback on each line that i love. <3

i’m curious, if you had to pick a current player who plays similar to rhaenyra, who would it be? same question for alicent!

:’))) thank you so much that is! so incredibly lovely!!! so validating for other tennis fans to enjoy it too haha <3

OK so — def took inspiration from players for both (active and otherwise):

alicent: wozniacki and gauff, both of them athletic with brilliant defence but weaker forehands. more just loopy and cautious like caroline’s than quite as unreliable as coco’s though. kerber too, for that counter punching, although her forehand was obviously a strength. halep— smart build up of play but sometimes a bit of a [jessica pegula rant voice] pusher. when i think of her crumbling i think of ons in last years wimby final where it’s just like. sad to watch lol

rhaenyra: karolina muchova, who is think is like the most “natural” player on tour atm, with all that creativity and variety. justine henin was also a big one, especially for the one-hander that can be attacky. forehand is a bit inspired by swiatek’s — angles, whippiness, got to be cautious of her wrist because the extreme grip pits some strain on it.

thanks for reading my fic i’m so glad you like it!!

[shivvroys]

LIA !!! ! ! ! #6 from the big swiss dialogue prompt list "Don't tell me you talk to me in your head." "I do, all day, all night." its very btu to me <3

jghakhd thank you nia!!! this was actually so fun and refreshing to write

"Don't tell me you talk to me in your head."

“I do, all day, all night.”

"Don't tell me you talk to me in your head."

She runs her hands through Shiv’s hair, letting the soft strands slip through her fingers like silk.

"I do.” she says, smiling down at her. “All day, all night." she lets the words trail off into a whisper, delighting in the goosebumps ghosting Shiv’s skin.

“Uh huh.” Shiv turns her head slightly to peer up at her through heavy eyelids. “Am I kinky, in your head?”

Karolina tugs lightly at one of the strands, matching Shiv’s grin with a raised brow. “They’re not that kind of talks.”

“Fine.” she sighs. “Then what kind of talks are they?”

“God, I can already feel your head growing.”

“What?! Come on, you have to tell me now, Novotney. You brought it up in the first place!”

Karolina adores her like this, groggy and self-indulgent, making conversation long into the night just because it’s fun, because she enjoys talking to Karolina and saying inappropriate things to get a rise out of her.

Because there are things that Shiv’s too scared to show the world—a soft underbelly that she’s been taught to calcify, a fine layer of peach fuzz that reminds her nobody can face the world bare. Things that, under the cover of darkness, she takes Karolina’s hand and allows her to see—lays them all out and tells her here I am. I trust you with it.

And as long as Shiv allows her to, Karolina will hold these moments like unbroken water drops, will let them take whatever shape they may and treasure them like rain to desiccated land.

“I just like to imagine what you would say if you were also in the room. I know you always have something to say.” she gives Shiv’s hair another playful tug.

“That’s because I have great observational skills.” Shiv nuzzles her head in Karolina’s lap, closing her eyes. “Do I tell you your tits look great? ‘Cause that’s what I’m thinking, like, eighty percent of the time we’re in the same room.”

Shiv’s head bobs lightly in her lap as Karolina laughs.

“No, you’re much more polite in my head.”

“Mm, that right?” Shiv yawns lazily. “So you want me to be nicer?”

“To yourself, yes.” she runs her knuckles softly along Shiv’s arm, before resting a palm on her shoulder, softly squeezing the warm skin. “But I like you just as you are.”

[bamboobrat]

succession s4 e5 recap: swedish elon and his logan roy tribute band

time is a flat circle and we are back to ken hyping himself listening to rap, driving to the office.

anyone feeling nostalgic yet?

he is immediately caught off guard by the fact that roman and shiv are already there.

also he seems like the worst boss ever.

i really don't like ken when he is not hitting rock bottom.

(there is a movie about a sleeping robot in a cave that takes up too much time in this episode. let's not get into all that)

the old guard checks up on the CE-bros before their trip to norway.

matchy matchy&lt;3

turns out mattson wants them all there (why wouldn't he?) so THE GANG IS GOING TO NORWAY! lets bleed the swede!*

*as a norwegian, i approve this message

mortality has set into team krank, as they put on compression socks before the flight.

krank is not here to have fun. krank has no young mistress to impress. krank is serious.

shiv has noticed ken's leaks to the media from last week because she is boss. it's the comeback we've been waiting for.

but most importantly, she is waging a very important war against tom and his stupid new sneakers:

the sibs say they can kill tom for her. that's brotherly love.

hugo is not having a good time.

i am tho.

gerri rallies the troops by shitting on europeans.

yes mommy tell me i'm weak because i have free healthcare! sit on my face

gerri for CEO. always.

they accurately depict what it is like driving in norway:

(this is why i don't have my licence)

the gang arrives in the motherland and it's beautiful, but rainy (so authentic) and are all like WHY THESE WOOD CABINS SO SMALL?!

ironic because jeremy lives in fucking denmark.

anyway, whatever this is:

I DO NOT APPROVE!

the trip up to mount olympus is interrupted by con saying he can send a picture of their dead dad to the group chat.

nobody wants to see it.

also, marcia is putting logan in a kilt like the fucking bay city rollers and con had to cancel a room full of working class whites in cleveland. the sacrifice.

they give con carte blanche for the whole funeral thing, which is probably a terrible decision.

the funeral is going to be one big campaign rally, i'm serious.

the others have to settle for a nice lil scandi brunch spread. what a hard life.

i don't say this often, but i would be hugo in this scenario, piling onto my plate like it's nobody's business.

karolina has a cute lesbian moment.

she says something in swedish at some point, but let me tell you, i understand swedish and i didn't even pick up on it. no shade to dag, but lol.

hugo doesn't understand how ski jumping works.

i thank the writers for putting this joke in there, even if literally no one other than random scandi people will get it.

it's like the opposite of danny boyle's the beach<3 give back to the community<3

roman enters negotiations and puts his fingers in the caviar.

you think i didn't notice? after all this time, you must know i notice everything.

the CE-bros make the village elders proud, as mattson offers 187 per share as long as he gets ATN.

also, gerri does a second take looking back at roman. these are the crumbs i am destined to live on, i guess. roman doesn't want to give up ATN tho, probably because 1) his dad wanted ATN 2) his dad told him he wouldn't make it at pierce and belongs at ATN 3) he is, somehow, the most rational of the siblings right now????

speaking of rational: how are we feeling about the shiv/mattson potential here? i honestly have zero objections.

shiv is like fuck yeah, sell ATN, that shit is toxic.

agreed, but who gave mencken an open line to ATN-meetings? sounds like something logan told cyd to do during one of those late night calls.

"even dad had a line" rings true zero percent. pass.

get rid of atn. word is, they don't even have tucker carlson anymore? just keep a sweater, much less racist.

we get some important leo dicap representation:

and greg is the bringer of all that is exposition, telling us there is a kill list with 8 to 9 names, ever evolving.

now, as most readers of these recaps would know, i would like to avoid spending any time on greg whatsoever (made even more poignant by the recent rumors about nick), however, this must be one of the best exchanges of dialogue ever made:

greg: da fam shiv: da fuck

that's all.

tom tells the swedes that americans don't care about the rest of the world and it's funny because it's true.

and alex being like "you're ALL related?!"

i see you, succession writers, i see you.

mattson calls waystar a parts shop and has a good take on right wing media:

"i dont think news for angry, old men works"

instead, he opts for bloomberg grey: simple, cheap, huge, ikea'd to fuck. i do love ikea.

he calls the sibs a tribute band which is harsh. even for a scandi, it's fucking harsh.

anyway, SAUNA! SAUNA! SAUNA!

GERRI. IN. SAUNA! (chant with me)

i will never forget what the succession writers took from me.

krank out here just chilling.

i've never shipped anyone more.

we are introduced to ebba. i can tell i'd have more to say on this in any other situation, but it just feels weird (all norwegian know each other, i guess).

anyone else here for the shiv/mattson dynamic?

i'm sorry, i kind of ship it????

ken wants to tank the deal and roman immediately calls him out on his destructive bullshit:

and then immediately caves.

"i think we are good at running the ship" they say after doing it for approximately 24 hours.

i wish i had their confidence.

also, pinky can't dance, according to ken, so they keep shiv out. meanwhile, she gets cozy with lukas, who asks her about her marriage (bad) and tells her he sends liters of blood to ebba (also bad).

shiv shows us why she is paid the big bucks for political advice:

we don't see the end of their night, so i'm just going to assume they fucked. because she's worth it.

also, talking up gerri and karolina? girlies stick together<3

big bi vibes here. huge. idc if she's pregnant and drinking.

meanwhile, the CE-bros use greg to leak that the negotiations are souring. why would you trust greg with anything?

in an attempt to fuck the deal, the CE-bros show a terrible film to the swedish team, as if being scandi doesn't mean you've sat through enough terrible cinema already....

we get the strangest fight in tv history:

lol @ us for thinking this was an important moment for the two of them and then it's a fight about white sneakers and fat earlobes.

i sure hope shiv fucked lukas.

roman receives a photo of his dead dad and it doesn't really put him in the right place to negotiate with mattson:

ouch.

leave it to kieran to make an emmy-worthy speech across from alex skarsgaard peeing.

the plan was: tank the deal, but in a subtle way. what they did: try and tank the deal, but in a not very subtle way. did the deal tank: no.

i hope you understand.

the question is, if a deal collapses in the woods and no one hears it, is it a SEC violation?

mattson ends up offering 192 per share. karl jizzes his pants.

shiv gives the little spelunker tom a lil treat, telling him to fire cyd.

then she asks him out?

and ignores him again because she is taking a call from mattson?

idk my dudes, but i'm into this shiv comeback.

mattson seems happy and flirty and i sure as shit hope this goes somewhere.

as long as it doesn't involve liters of frozen blood.

i have a feeling it will be all good vibes until he learns about her pregnancy. there's always something rotten in the state of denmark (or norway, or sweden, but it's all the same).

the waystar-team receives the kill list after the offer and it's very stressful for a few people who made themselves suffer through a session in the sauna:

not on the kill list: karolina gerri tom because shiv fucking did the thing!!

oh, and karl and frank are on the kill list, but i think they are just fine.

maybe the real treasure was the compression socks we made along the way.

[anastasiaaleksievich]

Barbie in The Sims 4: create a sim custom content

Hello everyone, I recreated the outfits from the Barbie movie. This wouldn't have been possible if it weren't for the wonderful content creators ❤️ thank you for your wonderful work!!

You can download it in the gallery with my username

ID: anastasiabli

Outfit 1 (Pink dress):

Hair by @daylifesims

Pink dress by @rimings

Accessories by @rimings

Heels - Suede Pumps by @jius-sims

Outfit 2 (pink scape):

Hair Pink Escape by @daylifesims

Marigold Shirt Blouse by @marigold-sims

Emily Lace Up Heels by @backtrack-cc

Outfit 3 (Pijama):

Daphne Pyjamas by @sifix

Outfit 4:

Daisy hair by @greenllamas

Perla Outfit by @madlensims

Over The Knee Suede Boots by @jius-sims

Outfit 5 (cowgirl):

Hair WINX HAIR SET - Flora by @daylifesims

Hat by @alialsim

Cowgirl outfit by @rimings

Madlen Karolina Shoes by @madlensims

Outfit 6 (swimsuit):

Swimsuit - Summer of '59 by @ice-creamforbreakfast

Barb Hair by @ice-creamforbreakfast

Deep Blue Sunglasses by @luminescent-cc

Outfit 7:

Hair set - Sailor Girl by @daylifesims

White and blue dress by @rimings

Platforms Leather Sandals 03 by @jius-sims

Accessories by @rimings

Outfit 8:

Hair by @daylifesims

Blue dress by @rimings

Emily Lace Up Heels by @backtrack-cc

Accessories by @rimings

Makeup:

3D lashes by @miikocc

3D lashes by @dream-girl

Eyebrows by @pralinesims

Eyeliner by @anonimuxsimmer

[etoilebinaire]

Taylor and Emerald for ockissweek #1: Dance! Taylor is mine and Ems is @aeducanka’s !

[nakedmonkey]

omg shivlina + 5 pls thank you? <3

Hiiii! This is uhh, a tad over 5 sentences.

5. "My mother adores you"

Karolina's met Caroline before, of course. Divorcing Logan isn't the same as divorcing his money or his brand, and while most Caroline-related matters are delegated to Hugo, Karolina's dealt with her plenty and is well versed in her particular brand of language. That dry wit humor that's always delivered with a cunning smile, fangs out. Karolina's well-armed for it and can even appreciate it, might even be fluent in it herself. After all, the only way to survive Logan Roy is by knowing how to fight back. However, meeting her again, in casual wear, sans work matters to lean on for support is very different, and that presents all new anxieties.

"My mother adores you," Shiv whispers to her, seemingly impressed, and gives her hip a little squeeze while Caroline makes a show of carrying a tray of iced tea out for them to enjoy in the garden.

"Stop it," Karolina hisses, pushing Shiv's hand away, and well, that only makes matters worse because Shiv's got that look in her eye, like she's been called to a challenge. Blood in the water and all of that. Shiv would hate to know how much she resembles her mother sometimes.

"What? You think if we stand too close together my mother's going to know you finger-banged me to high heaven in the study this morning?"

Karolina holds her palm up, a shushing gesture that makes Shiv laugh.

"Let's--tone it down, okay? At least until your divorce is final."

Shiv holds her hands up in mock surrender and takes a respectful step back.

"As you wish."

"Come along girls," Calls Caroline. "You can flirt just as well in the sun."

Shiv flashes Karolina a toothy grin while Karolina tries her best to not look mortified. With a sigh, she follows Shiv outside, and well, at least they're getting along.

[jeniffercheck]

i am begging for a oneshot (or more) that touches on the shivlina silly mirror thing 👁️👁️ give me all the whump pls!!

thank u sm for the prompt! i had a leftover argument set during kill list that was very fun to play around with, i've placed it in the Sepsis universe, but parts 1 and 2 are not required readings. follows all canon up to 4x05, including tomshiv being on-again/off-again. silly mirror (and more) included<3

read here or on ao3

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“What were you and Tom talking about last night?”

Shiv’s hovering over her suitcase in her slate and granite pseudo-cabin, Karolina sitting on the couch in the corner of the room. It’s late now, the Norwegian forest outside slowly dimming as the night draws near. They’re flying back to the States in the morning, and they’ll accept the deal from Matsson and get rid of the cruise lines and the fascists and Shiv is going to be the fucking American CEO and they can finally just put Dad to rest and all this other bullshit with him. It’s simple.

At least, it should be. Because what fucking business does Karolina have hanging around Tom all weekend anyway?

“Me and Tom?” Karolina asks. She doesn’t look up from the laptop in front of her, her furious typing barely faltering as she speaks.

��At the party,” Shiv says. “You were standing next to each other for an awfully long time.”

The typing finally slows, and Shiv looks at her, unreadable per usual.

“Oh,” Karolina says. “Nothing much. Just, making fun of Swedish dance music. And—I mean then, Tom tried to lecture me on why Swedish House Mafia is actually one of the greater electronic music artists of this generation, which, sure I guess, but I don’t think he even understood which generation he was talking about—”

“Karolina, this is serious.”

“I’m being serious, Shiv,” Karolina says, eyes focused back on the laptop. “I don’t ever want to hear about Swedish House Mafia again.”

The typing picks up and Shiv turns back to her suitcase, rearranging the contents for the fifth time. It shouldn’t make her so upset, but it does. Much like a crossed line or a broken boundary, it’s out of her control. Her pull on Tom is getting looser every day, she can feel as much, and her pull with her bothers is getting looser every day, and Matsson sends fucking blood bricks to his ex-girlfriend, so really, her entire livelihood is hanging in the balance by a group of men all held together with a bunch of loose threads and screws, and she’s fucking asking Karolina the simplest question in the world, and the only answer she can give Shiv is Swedish House Mafia.

Shiv turns around.

“So, if I called Tom right now and asked him what you talked about last night, he’d just say Swedish dance music?”

Karolina looks at her then, calculating eyes not leaving Shiv as she closes her laptop. She’s weighing the pros and cons, thinking through the risks and consequences of telling Shiv the truth, and Shiv’s had it. If she has to force Karolina’s hand, then so be it.

“Forget it,” Shiv says. “I’m calling.”

“Shiv—” Karolina says, standing up. “Hold on.”

“Remember something else?” She waits for Karolina to speak, feigning patience they both know she doesn’t have, and it doesn’t take Karolina long to speak up.

“We got into an argument,” Karolina admits.

“About?”

Karolina crosses her arms and looks away.

“You,” she mumbles.

Perfect. That’s perfect.

“Anything specific, or just which pair of pants you think my ass looks better in?” Shiv asks, feeling satisfied as Karolina rolls her eyes. Shiv’s getting that answer.

“He asked why we’ve been spending so much time together,” Karolina says, which expeditiously turns Shiv’s minor jealousy into major fury, because this was not on her agenda for the trip.

“And what the fuck did you tell him?”

“Nothing,” Karolina says. “I—I just—”

“You just what?”

“I just—fuck—I threatened him,” Karolina says. “Okay? I threatened him.”

“Oh, you threatened him,” Shiv says, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. “Would you like to share what you threatened him with, Karolina?”

“No,” Karolina says. “I don’t.”

Karolina has her world-renowned poker face on, and Shiv can only imagine what it is that Karolina used against him. She probably has a war supply of paper trails against every person in the company, let alone Tom. And it’s not that Shiv wants to protect him, but Karolina’s a different force when it comes to Shiv, and she isn’t sure that Tom would ever stand a fighting chance against Karolina.

“You know, I don’t need you fighting battles for me,” Shiv says. “I’m perfectly capable of fighting them on my own.”

“Yeah, that’s why he’s still your husband and not your ex-husband,” Karolina says.

So, Karolina’s mad. Fine. Shiv can be mad too.

“I’ll divorce him when I want to divorce him,” Shiv says.

“Because that’s what you said the last time, right?”

It’s fair. Shiv came crawling back, divorce papers dangling like a bird in her teeth and Karolina believed her. Wanted her. Shiv believed it too, she did, and then Tom took it back. He gave her another chance, and she’d made a commitment, right?

“I didn’t say anything,” Shiv says. “I said we were separating, that’s not a fucking divorce.”

“Seriously?” Karolina says. “That’s how we’re doing this? Fucking semantics?”

“If you have a problem with my relationship with Tom, then fucking say it to me,” Shiv says. “I don’t need you running around and screwing shit up.”

“I’m screwing shit up?” Karolina asks. “He’s fucking you, Shiv. He’s fucking you right to the finish line, like he always has been, but I’m the one who’s screwing shit up.”

“Yeah, Karolina,” Shiv says, crossing her arms. “You are.”

Karolina laughs hollowly and she picks up her laptop as if she’s ready to make her exit.

“Sorry for trying to defend you, Shiv,” she says, walking away from the couch. “I won’t fucking do it again.”

“It’s not your place,” Shiv says, and Karolina freezes, expression now angered.

“Please, Shiv, explain to me what my place is.”

Shiv feeds into the anger as well, and somewhere in the back of her mind she begs herself to stop, to just let it go and sleep it off and remember that Karolina cares about her, that Karolina wants what’s best for her, that finally having someone irrevocably in her corner doesn’t mean that she has to immediately try and push them out, but Shiv’s never been adept at accepting care. Not without mutually assured destruction.

“To just shut the fuck up and let me handle my shit, Karolina,” Shiv says.

“One foot out Tom’s door and one foot in mine,” Karolina says. “You’re really handling it, huh?”

“This is ridiculous,” Shiv mutters. “Don’t you—fucking have a job to be begging for right now?”

“If it’s working under you?” Karolina asks, stepping forward. “Fuck no.”

Shiv feels the words like the wind biting at her ankles; the tantalizing chill still finding its way to sink into her skin despite it being something she’d come dressed prepared for. The silence is thick, Karolina’s heavy breath waiting for Shiv to bite back.

“Did you forget my dad just died, or are you still getting off on all the crisis management?”

“That’s not funny, Shiv.”

“No?” Shiv asks. “So, just to be clear—you did, or you didn’t start writing the press release on his death before they’d even gotten the defibrillators out? I mean, fuck—you’ve probably had it written for months, haven’t you? What, since the stroke? Just biding your time until you could swoop in and play PR doctor?”

“What the hell is your problem?” Karolina asks, her hands now gripping the laptop tightly. “I’m sorry your father owned a Fortune 500, Shiv. I’ll make sure to let him know we need time to stabilize the stock market first the next fucking time he—”

Karolina cuts herself off and Shiv swoops forward with a taunting gaze.

“What, croaks?” Shiv asks. “You’d love to do it all again, huh? You fucking love it. Exploiting death, it’s what you’re good at, right?”

“Fuck you,” Karolina says, her eyes filling with tears. Shiv can’t stop it when the sudden display of emotion sets her off.

“Jesus, tears?” she scoffs. “We should get a mirror in here for how fucking stupid you look.”

She doesn’t realize what she’s said until after it’s come out, the words leaving a horrible after-taste in her mouth. Karolina scoffs so quietly Shiv is almost certain she’d made it up, not hearing much between the pounding of her heart filling her ears.

“What?” Karolina asks, her small voice laced with disappointment and disbelief, and if Shiv thought the hole in her heart couldn’t get any bigger, well, she was wrong.

Shiv opens her mouth to speak, but there’s nothing for her to say.

Karolina takes a tentative step forward, arms still crossed and eyes still wet, and she speaks, clearly shaken.

“I’m sorry that I interfered with Tom, and I’m sorry that I’m in a position where I have to treat your father’s death like it’s just business, truly, Siobhan, I am, but—” Karolina pauses, her words hanging, and Shiv’s almost grateful when she doesn’t complete the thought. She heads for the door, opening it slightly before stopping briefly, “I’m going to go look stupid in my own fucking room.”

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Shiv sits long past the sun-setting and the last-night festivities going quiet and the other cabin’s lights going off one by one, replaying the argument in her head. She pokes and prods at it, wondering at which point it went sour, whether it had been the whole time. Karolina started it. She brought up the divorce and she baited Shiv. It was her.

Yet somehow, Shiv still feels like she’s done something irreparable.

When she can’t take it anymore, she braves the woods with just her phone flashlight and the skin of her teeth, and she goes to Karolina’s room. If Shiv were counting, she’d note that it only took Karolina twenty seconds to open the door, and she’s definitely been way less mad at Shiv and taken way longer.

“Hey,” Shiv says.

“Hey,” Karolina repeats, with no hint of her current mental state.

They stare silently for a second until Shiv hears a bristling in trees, and she remembers she’s outside in the wilderness.

“Uh, you wanna let me in before Norwegian Jason fucking hops out of the bushes?”

Karolina rolls her eyes but opens the door wider, allowing Shiv entry. Shiv immediately shivers, in disbelief at how cold it is in her suite.

“You know we’re not in charge of expensing utilities, right?” Shiv says. “You can turn the heat up without getting fired.”

“You mean I won’t have to beg for my job?” Karolina asks.

Shiv fucked up. She knows she did. She can see it in the tensing of Karolina’s shoulders, hear it in the curtness of her words. It’s not unfamiliar territory though, and that’s the only thing keeping her going. She’s done this before. She can grovel.

“You’re not going to lose your job, Karolina.”

“Good, good,” Karolina says. “Did Matsson tell you he has a death he needs you to exploit? I’ve been told I’m good at that.”

Shiv looks down in embarrassment.

“That was…” she trails off, biting her tongue. What else can she say? It always comes to this. Things are good until they’re not. Shiv is happy until she’s not. She treats people right until she doesn’t.

“Low, Shiv,” Karolina says. “Even for you.”

“Yeah,” Shiv says. “Digging into old wounds—whatever. Not cool, I know.”

The silence around them is suffocating. Shiv wishes there were some sort of card she could present, some pharmacy junk-drawer filler that says, “Sorry for being a cunt. Will do it again!” and maybe another one that says, “My dad just died and all I got you was this card!” and then she wouldn’t have to explain it, she’d just be able to give Karolina something concrete, something that explains she doesn’t know how to be a person right now and please don’t hold that against her.

But Karolina gives her the chance to try.

“Can you—can you just tell me what happened?” Karolina asks.

“What happened is my dad just died and Matsson is fucking insane, and you, you just—” Shiv has to turn away. She doesn’t want to rile herself up again, doesn’t want to resort to lashing out.

“What, Shiv?” Karolina asks. “I dislike how Tom treats you? I want you to be happy?”

“You’re meddling, Karolina,” Shiv says, turning back around.

“Shiv, you included me,” Karolina says. “You approached me, and you said you were getting a divorce and you told me it could all work out. I’m sorry if I crossed a line, but some of those lines belong to me now.”

“Tom is not—”

“Including Tom,” she says. “The second you invited me back into your life, that included Tom.”

Shiv can’t argue with that. She made Karolina a liability, she told Karolina that Tom wouldn’t be around for much longer, and she told Karolina that she wanted her.

“Okay,” Shiv says. “It’s just—this deal and the fucking funeral, it’s—it’s a lot, Karolina, alright? And a fucking, property war over me is not helping. It’s not.”

Karolina’s facade cracks just a little, her eyes softening and frown deepening.

‘You’re right, Shiv, I’m sorry,” she says. “But Tom’s just—he’s a fucking asshole, and I can’t just stand there and watch him gloat while the rest of our jobs are on the chopping block, I can’t.”

“You’re not going to be on the kill list,” Shiv says. She made sure of that.

“You don’t know that, Shiv—”

“I said, you’re not going to be on the fucking list,” Shiv repeats, voice hoarse yet strong all the same.

Karolina freezes at the interruption. She huffs, something like a challenge in her eyes and Shiv narrows hers in response.

“You’re not on the list,” Shiv repeats again, softer. “So, whatever superiority Tom thinks he has over you right now, he doesn’t. Including me.”

Karolina stares at Shiv, a host of emotions swimming in her eyes, but the one that sticks is a quiet despondence that makes Shiv regret ever having scolded Karolina at all.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” Karolina says, turning away.

She sits down on the bed, avoiding Shiv’s gaze, the tell-tale sign of her tears returning when she brings a taught sleeve to the corner of her eye. A pang of guilt rolls through Shiv’s gut at the words she said earlier. It’s a disgusting little feat, learning how to weaponize the very things that were once used against you. Matsson had said it himself not even twenty-four hours earlier.

Like your dad.

Shiv sits down next to Karolina, not waiting for an invitation, and she mulls in the silence, unsure of what she could say to fix this. If what she could say would even be enough. That she doesn’t want everything she touches to be shrouded in venomous generational warfare. That this isn’t fun for her.

Shiv stares out the window ahead of them, barely able to make out the trees in the darkness. If Shiv Roy falls in a forest, does she make a sound? Or does she let herself go quietly, without a fight? It’s been so long since her voice actually mattered, she’s forgotten that it still affects people. People she cares about.

“If I apologize, will it even mean anything?” she asks.

“It always means something,” Karolina says. “Every time.”

Every time should feel like a dig, but it doesn’t. It’s comforting in some fucked up way, that admits the struggle and the chaos and cruelty, Karolina hears her. That she listens, and fights for Shiv’s honor even when Shiv doesn’t want her to. That she cares, too.

“Everything is so fucked right now,” Shiv says. “I can’t be the person you need me to be.”

Karolina’s eyes turn sad suddenly.

“I don’t need you to be anything,” Karolina says. “I’m not trying to hold you to some impossible standard, Shiv, I—I just want you to be honest with me every once in a while.”

“Honesty,” Shiv laughs, though it quickly settles, and she can’t stop her eyes from pooling with tears and her throat from constricting tightly. Karolina squeezes Shiv’s hand, always her lifeline when nobody else seems to be there. Shiv looks away, voice taught. “I can’t lose Tom right now. Not both of them.”

Karolina sighs, the sound smooth yet resolved. It hurts, thinking Shiv’s caused endless disappointment inside this woman, but she reminds herself that there has to be something good between them, for disappointment to exist at all.

“Okay,” Karolina says.

“If this changes things—”

“Shiv,” Karolina interrupts. “It’s not me or him, okay? You’re not going to chase me off that easily.”

“What if me and Tom—you know, what if we never end?”

“I don’t know,” Karolina says. “But for right now, I know that I still want you, that hasn’t changed.”

Shiv nods, running out of worries to throw out in the air. It’s fucking pathetic, but everything is pathetic right now. She’s almost content to wallow, just this once, until Karolina steers the conversation in a direction Shiv was hoping they could just both forget about, a skeleton of a conversation she hoped they’d shove under the bed and never speak about again.

“Shiv—what you said—about getting a mirror—”

It was a nasty thing to say at all, but especially to Karolina. Karolina, who trusts Shiv. Who’s shown Shiv vulnerability, and who’s trusted Shiv with that vulnerability. She’s disgusted with herself for having abused that privilege.

“It was cruel and fucked up,” Shiv says. “You’re allowed to cry, of course you are.”

“I know I’m allowed to cry, Shiv,” Karolina says. “Do you know that you’re allowed to cry?”

Shiv’s tears pool at the question, and even still, she can feel herself holding back. It’s a reaction she can’t control, holding it all back. Some days it’s like the only emotion she has is the absence of it; like the only thing she can do is swallow herself whole, scale down her tears and turn them into something more useful like anger or spite. She learned early on that if they see her cry, they’ll know. They’ll know just how fucking stupid she is.

She clears her throat, and Karolina shifts closer to her, wrapping an arm around Shiv’s waist.

“When we were younger, and we were upset, Dad—he would take us in front of this mirror and he would make us look at ourselves as we cried,” Shiv says. “He, uh, called it the Silly Mirror.”

Karolina says nothing, but Shiv doesn’t know what she would expect her to say, anyway. The context only adds an extra heaviness to the statement, and it’s a hard pill to swallow that she’d said it at all. It’s one thing to use her dad’s words against herself, her brothers even, but to use them against Karolina? It’s a vitriol Shiv had hoped wasn’t in her. Karolina called her rotten once, and Shiv considers that it could still be true. She’s lived in this body for too long now, of course, it would’ve spoiled somewhere along the way. It’s possible she’d been rotten from conception, that she spent too long in her mom’s belly and ruined her chances before she even knew what self-sabotage was. The evidence is there; the last born before Caroline ran. It was Shiv. Rotten Shiv.

Two built a company. Three a crowd.

“Shiv—” Karolina starts, but Shiv doesn’t want to hear it. Not yet.

“I thought it was my mom,” Shiv continues. “The mirror—I thought it was her. And when Dad died—I mean, when Ken told me, I thought it was her, too. I knew it wasn’t, but I just—I hoped it was, you know?”

Karolina nods, her hand now rubbing sympathetically across Shiv’s back.

“He has to be what I remember, because if I’m wrong about him, then who else am I wrong about?”

If she cries for a monster, is she a monster too?

“You’re not him,” Karolina says. “A result, maybe, or—or a product, but you’re not him.”

A product sounds much too clinical a word for what’s supposed to be daughter, but it’s a nice thought, that it’s nurture over nature and she’s not inherently evil for acting the only way she knows how.

“I don’t deserve you,” Shiv says.

Karolina just sighs and rests her head on Shiv’s shoulders, and it feels something like a truce. Shiv wraps her own arm around Karolina’s waist, and knows this connection is something she often takes for granted. Karolina links their free hands together in response.

“I wish you could see that you do.”

[amalia-uwu]

INFIRMUM

Based on fanfiction Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie @skerbbie

I DON'T OWN UNDERTALE, HORRORTALE, FARMTALE OR THE FIC FIRST AND SECONDS WRITTEN BY SKERBBIE @skerbbie

The rights go to the respective owners!

Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios

Farmtale by GuinongTale_AU

Firsts & Seconds written by Skerbbie 💙

Warnings ⚠️ : sick fic, angst, inaccurate medical stuff, dizziness, fainting, bruises, injuries pain

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CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2 (you are here 💋)

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 2 :

“IRREPLACEABLE”

Photo by Karolina Grabowska from Pexels

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He had coughing fits all night that made it  difficult to sleep. He was rolling left and right. His head throbbed. He managed to get some sleep around 2 hours before the first rays of sun went through the curtains.

He sighed tiredly. He laid there watching at the ceiling.

Maybe a warm shower will help his sore aching body.

«That's good in thought, but how do we make it happen?» he thought.

He slowly pushed himself up and managed to sit, his feet touching the wooden floor. There wasn't a place in his body that didn't hurt.

«Okay, good one step at a time»

He tried to get up but he went into a coughing fit.

*koff koff  koff koff hack wheeze*

While coughing  uncontrollably in his radius and ulna, he clenched his chest and  slouched forward. His eyes tightly shut and teared up.

Axe had heard his coughing fit. Determined to help, he went to the bathroom. He looked around searching the first aid kit. Once he spotted it, he opened it and found some medical candies. He smiled.

Then he went to the kitchen and prepared some chamomile. He kept glancing concerned at Sticks's room.

He added honey to the mug and mixed it with the chamomile. When he finished, he walked towards Sticks's room.

He peeked from the door, highly worried; "Sticks?" his voice soft.

Despite him being a fell monster. His voice wasn't very deep or 'thin'. He in fact had a soft and beautiful masculine voice. There was something mesmerizing in it. (Note /headcanon: Axe voice is a little bit deeper than Sticks's)

Upon seeing Sticks in this state Axe's soul clenched.

Sticks's face was bathed in sweat and tears. There was a greenish hue all over his face; Not to mention the dark circles under his eyes.

"Hey.." he let the things he was holding  on the bedside table and slowly sat down next to him. He eyed him, he put his hand on his shoulder blade and made soft circling motions.

After the fit ended Sticks tried to take steady breathes. "You've been coughing a lot so, I found these medical candies with herbs, here is a chamomile too"

He took them gladly "Thank you!" his voice low and hoarse. Weak.

Axe eyed him again. He nodded lowering his head and looking at his hands; "Sticks? I will ask you something and I want you to be honest okay?"

Sticks nodded slouching and slowly unraveling the wrapping from the medical candy.

"Is it because of the rain?"

Sticks lowered his head and nodded "rain and the cold breeze yesterday when I was working, I was sweating and the cold breeze hit me.." he answered honestly.

Axe straightened up slightly, he was satisfied with Sticks being honest "Okay, we'll take care of it! Thanks for being honest! Oh! Don't forget the chamomile! Here!" he spoke softly.

"Thank you buddy" he slowly drank it.

Once he finished he got up slowly and carefully. Some of his bones cracking.

"... Im gonna take a shower" Sticks said rubbing his eyes. Axe gave him a worried look. "Don't worry I will be quick and if it makes you feel better I'll leave the door unlocked" he smiled tiredly.

Axe nodded "If you feel unwell please let me know", Sticks nodded.

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While Sticks was in the shower. Axe went in the kitchen and called Papyrus. It was an opportunity now that Sticks was in the bathroom.

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Once Papyrus picked up the phone he was expecting his brother "Good morning Brother!"

"Papyrus, it's me Axe" Axe voice was low but loud enough for Papyrus to hear.

"Oh.. Good morning Bitey!" he said cheerfully. Axe rolled his eye at the nickname.

Okay, Axe had accepted long ago that Papyrus will use this nickname as well to tease him.

Sans was right Papyrus was tall and could be intimidating but he meant well he was kind. Loud. But kind. That was his reality now. He accepted it long ago.

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«Wait-» Papyrus thought.

Why? Why was Axe calling? He never called. Did something bad happened to his brother? He took a deep breath to calm his thoughts that were like a tornado.

He clenched the phone, his hands shaking "Is everything alright?" he asked and Axe could feel the dread in Papyrus's voice.

Axe never called.. so Papyrus freaking out was an understatement!

Axe whispered "Your brother isn't feeling very well Papyrus, I think-no he is sick "

"What do you mean Axe?" he asked his soul beating like drums. He hadn't heard the phrase << he is sick>> . As a result he panicked.

«Did he get hurt? Did he get lost? Is his back okay? Is he falling apart? Did he fall somewhere and now is waiting for help? IS HE DEAD? WHAAATTT?! » his thoughts were running a marathon.

"It rained here, a few days ago, he stayed outside in the rain to take care of the fields.. But got all wet. Yesterday he went to the fields to do some work.. It got worst. There was a breeze and he was sweating.. He doesn't seem so well. Yeah I am 100% sure he caught a cold"

Papyrus released a breath he didn't know he was holding. Okay, Sticks is alive! Phew!

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Wait-.  

"HE.

DID.

WHAAAAT?!"

Axe closed his eye and put the phone away..

"He stayed in the rain-"

"-Yes I heard! Where is he right now?"

"He is taking a shower" Axe looked at the bathroom's direction.

"well I'll be there by the noon after all most jobs are finished and are not a priority right now. I'll contact Abby and see wh-"

*THUD* 

Axe heard a loud noise as if someone had fallen down. It seems that even Papyrus heard it..

"Axe? Are you okay? Is everything okay?" he questioned worryingly.

Axe looked at upstairs "Hold on a moment papyrus..".

Papyrus stayed silent

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(Note: for the needs of this story, they have two bathrooms. One upstairs the other downstairs.)

SANS?!" Axe called and ran upstairs.

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He knocked on the door "SANS?! Are you okay?"

Silence "..."

"Sticks?" *knock knock *

"..." still silence

"Sticks I'm coming in!" Axe warned and opened the door.

He found Sans laying (on his left side) on the floor.

There was a small crack and a bruise on his forehead.

"STICKS?!" he dropped the phone, eye widening, soul running a marathon.

He ran at his side. He gently rolled him face up and adjusted his body. He lifted his legs up.

He gently patted Sticks cheekbones. He massaged his tibias.

"Sticks?! Wake up! What happened?! Sticks?!" panic started rising in his soul.

After around 3-4 minutes that felt eternity, Sticks groaned. He opened his eyes and blinked the blurriness. He saw Axe leaning above him. Concerned, frightened.

"There you are" Axe sighed with relief.

Axe helped him sit. Sticks started coughing again. He turned away from him slightly.

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They heard Papyrus's panicked voice "AXE?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! AXE?! ARE YOU STILL THERE?!WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BROTHER?!" Papyrus heard coughing and wheezing, accompanied by groans of pain.

Axe looked at the phone. Oops! He had forgotten about that!

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!SANS YOU BETTER BE OKAY!!" Papyrus was at the verge of tears. He heard someone picking up the phone "Papyrus it's okay! He fainted but he is awake! Sorry I dropped the phone"

"He fainted?! Is he injured?"  he  asked slightly relieved. He heard a very slurred dizzily voice "m fine..."

"No you are not!" Axe told him sternly, Sticks looked on the floor trying to sooth the soreness and pain.

Axe expression softened. He turned his attention to Papyrus while examining him. H

"He seems to have bruised and slightly cracked his left shoulder on the fall and there is a bruise above his left eye" Axe explained holding the phone between his head and shoulder.

"I'm coming home as soon as I can!" Papyrus said, Sticks was shaking.

"Axe?"  Papyrus asked softly

"Yeah?" he questioned still holding the phone between his head and shoulders and examining Sticks cracked shoulder.

"Please take care of him until I arrive.." he pleaded.

Axe smiled "On it! Papyrus don't worry!"

"Thank you" he said and both closed their phones.

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Sticks started coughing uncontrollably again. His bones rattled.

Axe wrapped the towel around him, picked him up and took him to the room. He dressed him in some warm clothes and sat him gently on the chair.

He unfolded a  blanket on bed, laid him in it and covered him. After that in order to keep him warmer, he picked him up and took him to the kitchen.

He left him close to the stove where there was a gentle fire. He could also look outside in case he felt dizzy again.

Axe offered him some tea with various herbs. "Thanks bud" he spoke quietly.

Axe sat down next to him drinking some tea as well.

In all honesty.. Sticks had rekindle emotions he thought he had forgotten.

Being a Fell Monster he had to forsake most of his emotions in order to survive.

But when he saw Sticks everything changed. This man in front of him brought him back to health.

Day and night he stayed by his side. Little by little he fixed him, bringing him back to a good health and helped him stand up to his feet.

He gave him a second chance to be better and enjoy a different aspect of the life he was deprived of in that forsaken place.

He made him relive emotions such as happiness, love, tranquility, etc

This humble Farmer (and Papyrus of course) that had nothing but love and so many things to offer! They had little but they gave more. Sticks gave more..

Axe smiled at himself looking on the floor, his hands on his laps. Then outside. He could see some of the sheep eating the grass quietly

He looked at Sticks sipping his tea slowly while looking like a sushi roll/ burrito (Axe wrapped him well in the blankets).

He gently stretched his hand and caressed his head and shoulder. Sticks smiled weakly at the soft touch. He knew Axe wanted to comfort him.

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(Back to Papyrus)

As soon as he closed the phone he went to Abby. However Abby wasn't there cause she was needed elsewhere.

He met Abby's friend named Angie a healer in training. (Since she is in training she couldn't do much, she isn't skilled yet)

She greeted him with a warm smile.

"Hello! How can I help you?"

"Hello lady! Is Abby here? My brother is sick and I need her help"

She looked at him sympathetically.

While talking she reached on the selve and took some medicines, remedies etc

"I'm really sorry, she is not here and I am not ready to heal yet, I may do more harm than good. But, I'll give you some medicines she has. She also told me to give her phone number in case someone needed her and I'll also give you this crystal."

He took the things she offered gratefully but got perplexed by the crystal. He held it close to his face and examined it " What is this crystal for?"

"It will teleport you in case of an emergency. The one you are holding now is limited though, sorry! I'll make more sometime"

He smiled, he removed some some vegetables that happened to be Abby's favorites. He also left some to Angie.

"Thank you Angie! Please inform Abby" he said taking a hold of the medicines.

"My pleasure and of course, tell him to get well soon!"

Papyrus waved goodbye.

She waved back.

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He entered in his car, pulled the crystal. He rubbed it and said something like "Me, car, outside home".

The crystal shone brightly. He shielded his eyes. When he opened them he was indeed a few feet away from home.

He took his items and exited the car. He run home.

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(Back to Axe)

Axe had warmed up some broth. He then sat in front of Sans and began feeding..

Sticks didn't want to eat. "It will do you good.. Can you at least eat a little? For me?" he spoke softly holding the spoon. Sticks sighed defeated. He leaned forward and slowly began eating. Axe smiled.

A small trail ran down his chin in which Axe cleaned it.  Sticks couldn't eat much.

Axe persisted, he knew hunger better than anyone. Sticks slowly ate but when he had enough, he slowly turned his head away. "No more?" he asked.

Sticks slightly shook his head no and smiled. He brought his hand on his chin he slowly moved towards Axe. He avoided talking, so smiling or other small gestures meant «thank you». Beside Axe knew Sticks was thankful.

After some minutes he took him to bed. He was still feeling cold, Axe laid next to him. He laid on his side and brought Sticks closer to his body so to give him some body heat..

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Axe touched his forehead with his hand. Sticks had stopped shivering but he was burning up. Sticks leaned closer to the touch; Axe phalanges were cool against his burning forehead.

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Axe brought his hand down caressing Sticks cheekbones.

He heard a knock on the door. He looked over his shoulder. Sticks opened his eyes slightly.

Axe got up and stretched. He walked towards the door

"Who?" he asked

"Axe it's me Papyrus!"

Axe opened the door "Access permitted".

He saw Papyrus's hands full. He tried to keep his voice low.

"How is he?" Papyrus asked concerned

"right now he is burning up..." Axe admitted solemnly.

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Just then they heard coughing from upstairs. Papyrus let some of the things he was holding on the table and run upstairs.

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"Brother!" Papyrus said. He looked at Sans. His soul sank at the depth of his nonexistent stomach.

Sans had slightly opened his eyes "P- *koff koff koff kaf hack wheeze* pa....ps?"

Papyrus said "I am here brother... Forgive me it's not the place nor the time but... WHAT ON ACTUAL HECK WERE YOU THINKING STAYING IN RAIN FOR SO LONG?!"

Sans closed his eyes shut slightly at the volume of his voice. The throbbing in his head killing him.

He wheezed "I *pant pant * couldn't let *gulp* years of hard work to be ruined by rain *wheeze* " he got up slightly supporting his weight on his elbow but collapsed in bed groaning.

Axe added a wet piece of cloth (he soaked it with vinegar) on his forehead.

He noticed Sticks chest to be soaked.

Using another piece of clothe, Axe unbuttoned  his shirt so he could clean the sweat and fluids that had gathered around his ribs.

Papyrus watched as he did so and sighed. He knelt down by the bed.

Sans looked at him with tired eyes  "Sans, I understand but please. please! Your life is worth more!  I will be devastated by the disaster on our crops yes, but I will be more devastated if I were to lose my one and only brother.. The crops will grow back. They will bloom again... But you. You are

irreplaceable!"

Photo by Max Andrey from Pexels:

-> Did you know? That red carnation and sunflower symbolizes brotherly love as well?

END OF CHAPTER 2

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[circeyoru]

Just binged 9th chapter of Unwanted Soul,

And I have an extremely important question

Is Kat polish? Bc I swear to god, my best friend is from there and her name is Karolina too 🤨

(Also, awfully sorry if it sounded rude but I had no idea how else to phrase it)

This is for {Unwanted Soul} , check MASTERLIST for the work

There's no need to binge~ Just enjoy at your own pace. And thanks for reading it!

Interesting question. Short answer: no.

By labelling Kat, the now ex-BFF, as polish as you suggest here. You're implying that Reader might be there too. I don't mind if that's your deisgn, however, if it's with my story, there's no set nationality of Reader or any added characters.

Cause I wanna give free rein to the ones who enjoy my work to the fullest.

A bit of behind-the-scenes for this. The name 'Karolina' is derived from the Latin name Carolina. It means 'free man' or 'strong'. Now I'm not implying Kat is, it's something she wants to be and used Reader/you to become.

The reason why Kat abandoned that name and went with something else is because (1) she doesn't want to be recognized, (2) she hates reminders of her living period, and (3) it was a name that reminded her of the innocent times where you and her were still best friends at school.

Now I'm not sure if her lore would be explored in the main story, cause that's shifting the focus (but it talks about the happier times of your life too, just not in your perspective). So you can send in an ask or theory and I'll answer, if you're interested. Else I'll see if I want to add it to the story~

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📚 pls <3

the perfectionist in me doesn't like how wordy my pinterest homepage is, but I cobbled together some shivlina vibes for youuu ❣️❣️

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RIGHT BEFORE YOUR EYES

ambiguously s1 pining shivlina ~ 536 words ~ rated M

Shiv leans back in the rusty chair of the small airport gate, wiping a hand across her forehead, maybe to get the sweat off, maybe to move her hair out of her face. "This heat is fucking unbearable."

Karolina tries not to focus on Shiv's fingers plucking another button loose on her rust brown blouse, or the droplet of sweat that runs down between her breasts. "We should've taken our chances with the engine issues," she says wryly. "If nothing else, we'd be much cooler while we drowned in the atlantic."

Shiv snorts at that, and Karolina bites her lip to tamp down an unbidden feeling of accomplishment. "Ugh, I wish I could just say 'fuck it' to the retreat weekend in Spain. I don't want to be there, my dad probably doesn't want me there, not really, and I'm just gonna be struggling to socialize enough that I don't come across as rude for trying to sit down and get my actual work done. Don't even get me started on the time difference..."

"I can't imagine it's fun getting pulled in all different directions by the level of commitment your father expects," Karolina offers, trying to be sympathetic without coming across as disapproving of the man who pays her salary.

Shiv huffs. "I show up because he asks me to, he's not even going to say thank you, and I'm going to have to make up for whatever shit Ken and Rome pull. I know how this weekend is going to go already." She bangs her phone against the arm of her seat. "And there's not even enough cell signal to answer emails." She laughs softly, even though Karolina can't quite tell what's funny. "How are we not both going insane?"

Karolina flushes a little, definitely from the heat and not from the idea of Shiv actually considering her own routine here. "Believe me, I'm practically in hives."

Shiv smiles and sighs, and the sigh turns into a groan, and she leans her head back over her chair, her eyes closing as Karolina's gaze darts from her messy ponytail to the arc of her neck. "We might as well just ditch the fucking plane... I bet if I gave the pilot a couple hundred he would tell anyone who asked that it's not safe to fly and we need to wait for another one. Let's have a day in Bermuda, huh, splurge on a resort hotel, get the fucking honeymoon suite or whatever."

Karolina tries not to choke on her own spit, managing a curiously arched eyebrow instead. "Without Tom?"

"Oh, don't worry, he'll be too busy sating his appetite for power to miss me," Shiv says, waving a hand. Her engagement ring glitters, and she turns to Karolina with a grin. "I bet you're better at eating pussy anyway."

Karolina knows she's bright red, and there's no saving it. "Hm, well, maybe we should wait for hotel wifi to make that call. I'll have to ask Gerri how many NDAs I would have to sign."

Shiv's laugh is louder than Karolina has ever heard, and when she grabs her hand and pulls her out of her chair, the touch feels like a static shock.