#thank you for helping me remember y'all. sometimes it is straight up horror in my brain

[thebirdandhersong]

maybe the important part to focus on is how long it'll take for the pain to go away but to hold onto the joy that's already here

okay but does the grief ever go away. does the sadness ever fully fully go away. I know the answer to this but will it ever not hurt? asking for a friend.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

More Than Allies

Prompt: If you ever consider writing for the Sweetheart AU again (it's completely ok if not) I'd love love love to see a time where Frisk was the one to comfort Sans by being their pure, adorable self; there's just something lovely to me about the thought of Frisk realising Sans is sad and knowing exactly how to help him - anon

DISCLAIMER: This is part of a Flowerfell!AU I've got on my Ao3. I'm not posting the rest of them on here because that would take too much time and I ain't about to clog up y'all's dashes with that shit. SO imma link to this work AND the series on Ao3 so y'all know where this fits

Read THIS on Ao3

Sweetheart series

Warnings: this is a flowerfell!au, where Frisk has flowers growing out of them, so slight warning for body horror but nothing graphic

Pairings: all gen

Word Count: 1650

Patching up wounds is one thing. So is keeping someone alive.

But making them happy?

Whoever invented the concept of snow seriously needed their head dunked in a bucket of the stuff. For at least a day. When they could deal with having cold shit shoved into places it shouldn’t be shoved for hours on end, then they could say that they made a good decision.

Sans continues to grumble to himself as he trudges back through Snowdin. Grillby’s place isn’t inconspicuous enough right now, seeing as he just spent most of the night there looking after the child.

“…you better be keeping ‘em alive in there,” Sans mutters, turning the corner to make it to the edge of the town, “or else i swear, grillbz…”

He doesn’t bother finishing the threat. He knows the fire monster would burn the entire fucking town to the ground before letting harm come to someone under his protection. Hell, Sans has seen that explosive rage once or twice. He’s not very keen on seeing it again, especially not if he’s on the wrong side of it.

As he walks, his hand finds its way into his pocket, absentmindedly fiddling with one of the bandaid wrappers.

Shit.

He swerves around one of the icebergs—flipping off the wolf as he did so, he received a threatening snarl for his troubles—and hustles down the path in the bottom of Waterfall. The mushrooms blink innocently as he tromps down the path, finally making it to Temmie Village.

One of the Temmies looks up at him and snarls.

“yeah, yeah,” Sans grumbles, “i just got business with the shop. keep your temmie flakes in order.”

Luckily the Temmies still seem to hate the red glow of his eye. The rest of them part easily as he strides into the shop. The cardboard box hiding the real shop front is still soggy and mold-eaten, much like the Temmie behind it. It glowers at him as he pulls out the payment.

“wouldn’t kill you to keep it a little less decrepit.” He glances around at the artfully arranged trophies on the walls. “though it might make it harder to excuse not cleaning your shit.”

The Temmie just glares at him. Sans shrugs, the absence of the child cold at his side.

“just sayin’.”

The Temmie grumbles something Sans doesn’t understand as it puts the package on the counter. Sans nods and turns to go, thanks forgone. He’d paid. And the Temmies tended to get word after dark anyway, so he’s better off just hurrying back to the child.

‘Child.’ Yeesh, he sounds so fucking formal.

Well, Sans thinks as he scrambles into the cave and restocks the first-aid kit, death does have a way of making things sound really fucking formal.

The kid could’ve died.

Yeah, yeah, he fucking knows, they’ve died too many fucking times already. The flowers aren’t going away any time soon and they’re hurting. But that’s different. It’s different watching them die.

Sans growls as he forces one of the long gauze strips into the plastic box. The hinges wheeze and groan in protest as he finally jams the thing shut again and stuffs it under his coat. He’s been away too long. He’s out of practice.

Not at killing motherfuckers, no, he’s got that down pat. But caring.

Shit, is he even doing this right? The kid’s practically glued to his side day in and day out, partially at his bidding but mostly because the kid just decided his hoodie is perfect to cling to. It’s no different than that damn stick they won’t fucking leave behind. It’s like another limb or something.

…and he would be lying if he said the kid didn’t feel like another limb too.

Sans grits his teeth as he makes it to the shortcut chamber. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and taps out a quick message.

me: package in tow

hothead: Too many customers wait for 22h00

Sans sighs and slumps back down. There are just not enough hours in the goddamn day, apparently. He’s got a bone to pick with whoever invented time keeping the way it is too. Seriously. Sometimes it really got under his non-existent skin.

“time is fake,” he grumbles to himself, hand going to his pocket again, “so fake.”

He has to stifle a wince when the expected tug on his sleeve doesn’t come.

When did he get so fucking attached?

…okay, listen, when a kid growing fucking flowers out of them decides they’re your friend now, they’re your friend now. Sans doesn’t make the fucking rules, he just follows them.

That doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing.

The kid seems to remember what happens when they die. They always come back looking a little different—more flowers—but they seem to know what’s going on. Of course, that doesn’t mean Sans always knows what’s going on, but he knows enough to recognize the way they seem a little more sure of themselves. Which is good; that means they won’t be walking defenseless into any big shit storm, but that also means that if he fucks up, they’ll remember.

That’s the part he’s worried about.

He’s been doing okay…hasn’t he? He remembers they like Echo Flowers, they like the quiet burble of Waterfall, he always keeps an extra blanket at his Sentry stations, he keeps them the fuck away from his brother, and they…they like his voice.

He talks to them when he can. They seem to like being able to hold onto him—which, okay, he gets. He can’t imagine not being able to see anything, much less be a kid and have to rely completely on someone who might just kill you.

Unbidden, a bone forms in his hand. He growls and puts it away.

No. Never.

A buzz from his pocket startles him out of his thoughts. Grillby informs him he’s good to come over and he doesn’t waste another second before teleporting straight to the fire monster’s backdoor.

“Good,” Grillby mutters, already striding upstairs, “they’re almost awake.”

“any changes in their condition?”

“They’re almost healed. They’ll make a full recovery. Well…” Grillby trails off as he sits back down in the chair. “Except for…”

Grillby doesn’t need to finish. Sans’s SOUL clenches as he looks at the kid lying on the couch. They look so…so…

…fragile.

The flowers haven’t grown anymore, at least not that he can see. As he watches, a few of the petals catch the very edge of Grillby’s flames and the purple light makes them look almost white.

“how long’ve they been asleep now,” he mutters, “twelve hours?”

“Nearly.”

Sans mutters a curse and scratches the back of his skull. If they don’t wake up soon…

No sooner does the thought cross his mind—and get swatted away with the force of a blaster—the kid starts to shift on the couch.

“easy, sweetheart,” he says, worry growing in the pit of his chest as he watches them shift, “hey, kid. kid.”

“They’re having a nightmare?”

Sans bites back another curse and rushes forward. “hey, hey, sweetheart, it’s alright, i’m here.”

As soon as he gets closer, his chest starts to glow a soft white. Grillby stifles a noise of surprise as the kid reaches up for him, wrapping their hands around the lapels of his hoodie and pulling. Sans eases himself down onto the floor next to the couch and lets them bury their face in the fluffy lining of the hood.

“Shh, shh, sweetheart,” he rumbles, his hand coming up to steady them, “it’s okay, nothing’s gonna hurt you, ’s just me and grillbz here, we ain’t going anywhere.”

There’s a soft sigh against his clavicle and then clumsy signs appear in front of his sockets.

“you want me to talk to you, sweetheart?” A little nod. “uh, okay. there’s a, uh, a new cave in waterfall we should check out.”

Their little hands settle in his hoodie as he murmurs to them, their head starting to loll against his shoulder. He hears Grillby stand up and come over as well, hushing the kid’s confusion with a quick explanation that it’s okay, they won’t be hurt, Grillby just needs to check their wound.

The kid just tugs on their sleeve. They butt their head lightly against Sans’s and slowly reach out.

“what, you wanna hold my hand, kid?” Fingers twine with his. “okay, then.”

Grillby chuckles over his shoulder only for it to choke off when the kid grabs for his hand too.

Sans laughs. “guess you’re stuck now too.”

“…worse fates I can imagine.”

There’s another little tug on his SOUL. He frowns, looking back at the kid’s face, only to see their head aimed at the spot on his chest where his SOUL would appear. Then they lean forward and—

“Wow,” Grillby chuckles again, “you’re in this bad.”

Sans, cheeks still warm and bright red from the kiss pressed to his forehead, just stares. The kid seems to be satisfied with the light mortification they’ve just caused. Nodding proudly to themselves, they settle back on the couch. One hand firmly in Sans’s, one hand in Grillby’s. Without being prompted, Sans cards his free hand through their hair, smiling as they let out a hushed sigh, head flopping back onto the pillow.

“They trust you,” Grillby says, something like awe in his voice, “they really trust you.”

“…seems so.”

And yet, even though Sans will readily admit he has no idea what he’s doing still, he wouldn’t give it up for all the hot dogs in the multiverse.

[greenkindofmischief]

FAQ

My name is Tristan, I go by Tris, Stan, and Mark. Let’s do this.

Q: What gender are you? A: For a while, I pushed myself to be female so hard, I made myself sick. Then, because I thought trans men had to be SUPER MASC, I was way too masculine and not true to myself self. As of right now, I don’t really know. I’m me! Help me grow, help Me learn what I am!

Q: What pronouns? A: Really, I don’t care for female pronouns, but can’t be beggars, choosers. ( I’m called a girl every day of my life, I gag, move on.) Long story short, masc pronouns if you HAVE to, but honestly, try not to use any. (Calling me it is also a okay.)

Q: What is your sexuality? A: Pansexual Demisexual. BUT TRISSY POO YOU REBLOG SMUT AND STUFF yes, because I like seeing that of CHARACTERS I love, but I do not become sexually aroused/stimulated by it. Usually, I love the art, I love the characters, they look like they’re having a great time, good for them, reblog. BUT TRISSY POO YOU REBLOG STUFF ABOUT SEX yes, because I am not a sex repulsed ace. I consider myself lucky for being like that, because I know some people have it rough and get judged for being sex repulsed. I am at with you sex repulsed ace fellows, and I love you.

Q: Do you have many blogs? A: I guess, maybe. @greenkindofmischief (main) @natureboyandgreenthings (SFW/PLANT) @moncaferrei (vent) @green-was-my-favourite-colour (NSFW)

Q: Are you in a relationship? A: Engaged to my bb boy, actually. Totally lucky, Kamryn really saves my life every day. @redkindofstupid 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Q: Do you have any mental health issues? A: Anxiety and depression, diagnosed by a doctor but I have never been to a literal I dunno… Head doctor? I have a lot of health issues, I’d go on, but I don’t care to speak more on the subject. (If you ever get concerned about my mental health, just message me, buddy!)

Q: Are you alive? (MY MOST ASKED QUESTION.) A: YES. I use tumblr to vent, I get scared, write about dying a lot, write about hurting myself a lot, but I’m just venting. Thank you SO MUCH FOR CARING I LOVE YOU But I’m probably asleep forgetting I wrote on tumblr. Q: Do you tag? A: I try so hard to, please help me remember. Tell me what you want tagged!!! Just tell me in a nice way!

Q: Are you ever on desktop? A: Nope. Always on mobile.

Q: Why do you tag specific things ‘calm tag’? A: Basically, they calm me during attacks, or when I can’t talk? (Its weird, sometimes when I have attacks, I literally cannot talk or communicate, and like I scream inside, but can’t outside???? It’s weird, sorry.) basically, my calm tag is exactly that: a tag that has stuff that calms me.

Q: Can I tag you in stuff? A: Yeh, just not gore, uber sexual things if I don’t know you. Like, silent hill, and horror stuff you know I like is fine, but like straight up… I dunno, bones coming out of your body or people committing suicide, I will cry.

Q: Do you avoid certain things? A: Gore. Like, this is going to be… Confusing to answer. I love horror stuff, and nothing beats bleeding stuff in wheelchairs, but sometimes…. It really fucks me up. So, it’s weird, I know. Some days I can wash myself on blood, and some day I will literally cry and shake and shut down, possibly relapse.

Q: What does your relapse mean? A: Okay, so. A small fact y'all may know is I struggle with self harm. I cut, burn, and just generally fuck myself up. Right now, I’ve been clean for like… Anyways, it’s like the only coping mechanism I’ve developed. I hate it, and I try to quit it, but I dunno…. I guess I may need professional help, who fucking knows, am I right?

Q: Do you have any characters who you sort of identify with? A: Stan from South Park, mostly. Also, Junkrat from Overwatch. Hiccup, from How to train your dragon, Jack Walters from The call of Cthulhu video game, Tweek Tweak from SP, there are others but gosh if I can remember. Most of all, Tristan Sadler from The Absolutist. He is who I named myself after, because I… Have never felt such a connection with a character in my whole life. I see me in the boy, I feel his pain. I dunno, I just feel a deep connection with him. (If you like gay soldier books, I would recommend that book, TEN OUTTA TEN)

Those are all the questions I can think of, if you want to know more, let me know. I love every single one of you. Thank you for your time!!