#their answer was junior jumble

[snowysosturn]

Speeding Car - Matt Sturniolo Part 21

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29

Pairing : y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary : After six years with your boyfriend Alex, you start to mentally check out. At a UCLA party, Alex reconnects with his childhood friend Emily, who proposes a double date with her boyfriend Matt. Your attraction to Matt grows as he pays you the first real attention you've had in years, sparking a complicated emotional journey.

Warnings : THESE WARNINGS WILL GIVE SPOILERS!!!! MDNI, angst, tension, anxiety, mentions of car accident/reader in accident, aftermath of accident, trauma as a result of accident, memory loss, mentions of cheating

Finally get to tell you where the inspo for this fic came from now that it won’t give away any spoilers. (all my Irish girlies stand up 🫡) I’d fully forgotten about this song this song until July, and when I listened to it it sparked the little ideas for me, and that’s how I came up with the main plot <3 I've been going through a break up (which was nearly a 10 year relationship) during the time of writing this so ive poured my heart and souuuuul into this ( i also want to note no themes of the story relate to me maybe only mentally clocking out bc of a bare minimum bf, do not fucking cheat on anyone) . this fic has been my baby and im so thankful to anyone who has read so far <3 p.s if you ever go back and reread this you’ll notice the little pieces of lyrics here and there lol

The world came back to me in fragments - blurred lights, muffled sounds, and an overwhelming sense of disorientation. As I fluttered my eyes open, the harsh brightness of the room made me wince. My head pounded with a dull ache, and my body felt heavy, as if it wasn’t quite mine.

I slowly turned my head to the right, trying to take in my surroundings, and there he was. The man I loved, sitting by my bedside. His face was a mixture of relief and something else, fear, maybe? His eyes met mine, and I felt a flicker of familiarity in the chaos of my mind.

“Alex..” I whispered, my voice weak and strained.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Try not to move too much,” Alex said softly, his hand reaching up to gently stroke my face. His touch was warm, comforting, but something about the way he looked at me sent a ripple of unease through my chest.

“What happened?” I asked, my voice barely audible, as panic started to rise within me. My thoughts were jumbled, trying to piece together how I ended up here. The last thing I remembered was.. was.. I couldn’t even grasp it.

“You got into an accident” Alex explained, his voice steady, but I could see the worry etched into his features. “But you’re going to be okay. You just need to rest.”

An accident? My mind raced, and instinctively, I tried to move, only to be met with sharp pain that made me gasp. “What about my injuries? When can I skate again? I have qualifiers for the Olympics soon!” The words tumbled out of my mouth in a frantic rush, driven by a fear that I couldn’t quite place.

Alex’s face twisted in confusion, and he hesitated before answering. “Y/n.. you haven’t skated in years.”

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, refusing to believe what he was saying. “What? No.. that’s not true. I.. I’ve been training. You know that.” My voice quivered with desperation.

Alex exchanged a worried glance with the nurse, then looked back at me, his expression pained. “Y/n, You stopped skating when I was a freshman.. I’m a junior now..”

His words echoed in my head, but they didn’t make any sense. UCLA? Sophomore year? It was as if he was speaking a different language. The last memory I had was waiting anxiously to see if he made the Bruins team, both of us so excited about the possibility of him making it big with football.

“No… no, that’s not right,” I muttered, shaking my head as if it would somehow clear the fog that clouded my thoughts. “Did you get onto the Bruins team?” I asked, clinging to the one thing that made sense to me.

“Y/n..” Alex’s voice was gentle, but it carried the weight of the truth I wasn’t ready to accept. 

The room spun around me, and I felt like I was being thrown into a different universe. Everything was wrong, nothing made sense. My heart raced, my breathing quickened, and I felt like I was drowning in confusion.

The female nurse stepped forward, her expression calm and professional. “Alex, could I speak with you outside for a moment?” she asked, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Alex squeezed my hand one last time before letting go, his eyes lingering on mine with a look that made my chest tighten. He nodded and followed the nurse out of the room, leaving me alone with the student nurse who had been quietly observing from the side.

I turned my head slightly to look at him, trying to ground myself in something familiar, something stable. “Can someone tell me how long I’ll have to be in here for?” I asked, my voice trembling.

The boy hesitated, looking a bit uncertain. “I’m not too sure, Y/n. We’ll have to wait for one of the staff to give us results first” he said, trying to sound reassuring as he reached out and cupped my hand with his two.

His gesture was kind, but it only added to my confusion. Why was he holding my hand like that? Was he one of those compassionate doctors who went the extra mile for their patients? My mind struggled to make sense of his actions.

“Can’t you ask someone since you work here?” I asked, hoping for some clarity.

He blinked at me, clearly taken aback. “Work here?”

Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and the female nurse re-entered the room, followed by Alex. There was a heaviness in the air, a sense of something unspoken. The nurse’s eyes met mine, and I could see the concern etched into her features.

“Ms. Y/l/n” she began, her voice gentle yet serious, “I need to explain something to you. After the accident, you sustained a significant concussion, which has led to a form of memory loss known as post-traumatic amnesia..”

“Amnesia?” I whispered, the word foreign and terrifying on my tongue. My gaze darted between her and Alex, hoping for someone to tell me this was all a mistake.

“Yes” she confirmed softly. “From what we can gather, you seem to have lost your recent memories from about two years ago onward. It’s possible that these memories will return with time, but for now, you’re not going to remember much.”

My world shattered with those words. Two years? How could two whole years of my life just be gone? My breath quickened, and the room began to feel smaller, more suffocating. I glanced at Alex, hoping to find some reassurance, but his expression only mirrored my panic.

“Two years?” I asked again, trying to wrap my mind around it. “What happened in those two years? I don’t remember any of it..” My voice trembled as I spoke, my heart sinking deeper into despair.

“That’s okay, Y/n” Alex said, stepping closer to me. “We’ll figure this out together, okay? I’ll help you remember.”

But something about the way he said it felt off. There was a tension in his voice that made me uneasy. I looked back at the boy who had been holding my hand, trying to place his face in the context of my life, but nothing came to mind.

“Who.. who are you?” I asked hesitantly, turning my attention to him. His expression faltered, a mixture of pain and something else flashing across his features.

“Y/n, it’s me.. Matt” he said, his voice tinged with a sorrow that cut through me like a knife.

I stared at him “I- I don't know who you are..” I didn’t recognize him. I didn’t remember anything about him. It was as if the two years that had vanished had taken him with them.

Before I could say anything else, the tension in the room exploded.

“Okay man I think it’s time you leave” Alex snapped, his eyes narrowing at Matt, his voice dripping with venom. “You have no right to be here, especially after what you did.”

“What I did?” Matt shot back, his voice rising with anger. “You’re the one who’s been sat here lying to her! You cheated on her, Alex! Don’t you dare act like you care about her now.”

The words hung in the air like a death sentence. My head spun, the room tilting as I tried to process what was happening. Cheated? Alex cheated on me?

“You’re full of shit, Matt” Alex retorted, stepping closer to him, their faces inches apart. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been lying to her this entire time!” Matt shouted, his voice cracking with emotion. “You think I don’t know what you’ve done? You think she won’t find out? I won’t let you keep doing this to her.”

“Stop it!” I screamed, my voice cutting through their argument like a knife. Tears streamed down my face as the overwhelming stress consumed me. “Just stop! Both of you, get out! Get out!”

The room fell into a stunned silence. Both Matt and Alex turned to look at me, their expressions a mixture of shock and regret. But I couldn’t take it anymore. The confusion, this talk of betrayal, the loss of my memory - it was too much. I felt like I was drowning, and I needed them to leave before I lost myself completely.

“Please.. just leave.” I begged, my voice barely above a whisper, but firm in its resolve.

Matt’s face crumpled with pain, but he nodded slowly, backing away toward the door. Alex hesitated, his eyes pleading with me to understand, but I couldn’t even look at him.

One by one, they both left the room, the door closing behind them with a finality that left me feeling utterly alone. The silence that followed was deafening, the emptiness in my heart growing with every passing second.

I collapsed back onto the bed, my body trembling as I sobbed, the weight of everything too much to bear. Two years of my life, gone. The man I thought I loved and a stranger. The man who claimed to love me and a liar. The situation infront of me confused me as to which one was which. The memories I needed to make sense of it all, vanished.

I was lost in a world that no longer felt like my own.

Matt’s POV

I walked out of Y/n’s hospital room, the door clicking shut behind me like a hammer driving the final nail into a coffin. My heart pounded in my chest, the adrenaline from my argument with Alex still coursing through my veins, but it was nothing compared to the fiery dread settling in my stomach. Every word I’d said to her, every desperate attempt to break through her confusion, seemed to hang in the air like a suffocating fog.

I made my way to the waiting area, my feet heavy, my mind numb. The bright, white lights overhead did nothing to chase away the darkness consuming my thoughts. We approached the row of  cold plastic chairs and Alex sat down, his elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands. I could feel the tension radiating off him, but I was too consumed by my own torment to care.

I dropped into a chair two seats away from him, the hard plastic pressing against my back, and let my head fall into my hands. My thoughts spiraled, chaotic and disjointed, but always coming back to one image - the moment she was hit.

The screech of tires. The blinding headlights. The sickening thud as Y/n’s body crumpled under the car’s impact. I could still hear the scream that tore through me as I watched her fly through the air, time slowing to a crawl, helpless to stop it. It played over and over in my mind, each replay more gut wrenching than the last.

I should’ve been faster. I should’ve told her how I really felt. I should’ve… My fists clenched in my hair as I tried to choke down the guilt that threatened to swallow me whole.

What was I even doing on that balcony? Watching her run out of the house, pacing back and forth. I should’ve gone to her instead of just standing there like an idiot, too lost in my own confusion and pain to act. And then when I saw the car coming down the hill, everything in me froze.

"Y/n, get off the road!!" I had shouted, but my voice felt so small, so powerless against the force of what was about to happen. But it's too late.

In a split second, the beam of headlights blinds her. The screeching of tires fills the air as the car tries to stop, but the impact is inevitable. I watch in horror as the car strikes Y/n. The sound of the collision is deafening, and time seems to slow down.

She’s thrown backward, landing hard on the pavement. I can’t breathe, my legs feel like jelly as I race down the stairs, stumbling and pushing through the crowd.

When I finally reach her, my heart is pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts. I kneel beside her, tears streaming down my face as I try to make sense of the horrific scene before me.

Y/n lies on the ground, her face contorted in pain, her body unmoving. The car speeds away into the night, leaving behind a scene of devastation. The people around us have began to scatter, some calling for an ambulance, others standing in shocked silence.

I gently cradle Y/n's head in my lap, my hands shaking uncontrollably. "Y/n, stay with me," I pleaded, my voice choking with emotion. "Please, stay with me."

She blinks slowly, her eyes meeting mine with a look of pain and resignation. I can see the life fading from her, and it feels like my world is collapsing around me.

The sound of sirens grows louder, and I can hear the distant honking of emergency vehicles approaching. I try to stay strong for her, to keep her conscious until help arrives, but my heart is breaking.

"I’m so sorry," I whisper, tears falling freely. "I’m so sorry for everything."

As the ambulance pulls up, paramedics rush to our side, taking over the situation with practiced efficiency. I’m left standing on the sidelines, my heart shattered as I watch them work to save her. I know that nothing will ever be the same again, and the weight of what just happened is almost too much to bear.

Now she was in that hospital bed, her memories shattered along with my heart. She didn’t even recognize me. My face, my voice - nothing. I was just a stranger to her now, a distant memory from a life she couldn’t even recall.

And then there was Alex. The guy she “loved”, the guy who’d betrayed her. He sat there just a few feet away, but it felt like a canyon stretched between us.  I knew he was going to see this as an opportunity to weasel his way back into her life. She didn't remember any of it, him cheating, the way he treated her like an option. And now this was his free pass, to get her back like nothing had ever happened. I wanted to punch him, to scream at him for all the lies he’d fed her, for making this even more unbearable than it already was. But what good would that do? None of it would bring her memories back. None of it would undo the damage that had been done.

I glanced sideways at Alex. He was still in the same position, as if he were trapped in his own private hell. Good. He deserved it. But the satisfaction was fleeting, replaced quickly by a wave of exhaustion and despair.

All I could do was sit there, replaying the accident in my head, the look of panic in Y/n’s eyes as she realized what was happening, the way everything went silent just before impact. It was a moment I knew would haunt me for the rest of my life, one that no amount of apologies or explanations could ever make right.

All I wanted was for her to be okay, to wake up and remember me, remember us. But even that hope felt distant now, buried under the weight of the reality we were in.

I let out a shuddering breath, forcing myself to look away from Alex and focus on the dull hum of the hospital around us. Waiting, that’s all we could do now. Wait and hope for a miracle that seemed less likely with each passing second.

The door in front of us opened, and in came Nick, Madi, Chris & Emily. I had gone to the hospital with Y/n in the ambulance, and the paramedics contacted Alex as he was still down as Y/n’s emergency contact. The news of what happened tore through the party fast, but getting out of the place was hard to do so with the amount of emergency services on scene. 

“God Matt is she okay?” Nick asks frantically. 

“She’s awake Nick.. she’ll be okay.. But she doesn’t remember anything.” 

“Oh thank god she's okay, maybe it’s for the best that she doesn't remember the accident happening.” Nick says, trying to make me feel better.

“No, Nick. She doesn’t remember anything. She doesn’t remember me, she won't remember you, she doesn’t have any memory of the last 2 years at all.” I said, tears outlining my eyes.

Nick stood there with a horrified expression on his face. “You love her don’t you?” Nick whispers, so low that only us can hear.

“More than anything Nick, more than anything I know.”

 “Do you think I could go in and see her?” Nick questions.

“If you want, but she’s stressed out at the minute.. Just try your best not to make anything worse.” I say, as Nick nods at me, getting up to gently knock on the door to Y/n’s room.

I take my eyes off Nick and lock eyes with Emily.

“Can we go outside for a minute for some air?” I asked her, knowing I'm about to have a conversation that I should’ve handled differently nights ago.

a/n: sorry.. again..

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[andaum]

Paptober #5: “PUZZLING..”

Okay only doing one for today, but don’t worry! By my calculations, I am still on track lol. For this prompt, I decided to make a Papyrus themed Junior Jumble! A puzzling art form… Feel free to solve it and post your answers in the reblogs!

Junior Jumble is surprisingly hard to make, even this simple one took a while xd. I have huge respect for those who make puzzles like these! They certainly take a lot of creativity and spelling know-how to do.

Ramble:

I wonder if the reason why junior jumble is harder for papyrus than cross words is because they don’t really give you direction.

They just hand you letters to figure out a way to make it spell something, which can have multiple answers. That you can only check is right when you put it in the final word box. (Though they’re always are some exceptions, but generally based on the ones I seen.)

But crosswords, on the other hand, have little directions that act like the puzzle itself. For example: “this word is used to describe a certain blue cladded skeleton” and it’s 4 boxes long.

To me jumble feels more abstract, and crosswords less so. Maybe that’s why crossword is easier for Papyrus.

[rinaforpages]

how (not) to survive academic invalidation

park gunwook x reader

hahahha...

using the american hs system bcs wow! im american... (i half wrote this at the end of last school yr so)

warnings: swearing, self-deprecation (obv), yn hits themself, angst with a bit of fluff at the end, reader is actually smart but surrounds themself with geniuses.

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# 1 dont compare yourself

"junior year kicks everyones ass." you wanted to kick whoever said that ass. not only was the school work kicking your ass, your friends and classmates seemed to be doing just fine.

they were working on ap chemistry minus laura and gunwook who were working on ap environmental science, and you, who took neither of those classes, felt extremely out of place, doing your ap us history homework.

"whats species richness again?" laura asked gunwook, who quickly answered her question. you looked up, planning to ask the soon-to-be early graduate a question, only to see him helping sarah with a chemistry problem.

you weren't like them and you despised that. your friends were top of the class, an average of a 4.4 gpa, an early graduate (and first in the 2024 class overall) and there you sat with your measly 3.75. they were in 3-4 ap classes, and you sat there, struggling through your 2. (in your defense, ap lang and apush are the two hardest aps juniors could take).

you didnt excel in any way shape or form. they had just about an a in every class (minus ryan in french, who had a b), and a b was your most common grade.

a good 10 minutes later you had finished struggling through apush, you moved on to mandarin. you were the only one who took mandarin, everyone else opting for french. the characters jumbled your brain as your friends spoke in french, seemingly coming easy to them.

you heard footsteps walk by, and ricky laid a hand on your shoulder, looking over. "thats wrong." he said simply. the french kids careened their necks to look at you. he grabbed your pencil and wrote the right character, then walked away. you hummed as you circled the characters you didnt know, opting to ask zhang hao over bothering ricky again.

"you ok over there?" gunwook asked. you scowled.

"i dont understand why there are so many idioms! im losing my goddamn mind." parker laughed, mumbling that you chose the language. you couldnt (or didnt want to) voice your doubts as you thought you could.

as they focused their attention on their homework again, you waved over zhang hao, who hanbin had asked to help cut fruits for you and your friends. he set down a plate in front of you, then sat down.

"what does 开夜车 mean zhang hao please im gonna kill myself." he laughed as hanbin looked up, extremely concerned.

"you know 熬夜, right?" you nodded "so its kind of like that but youre doing work. it literally means burn the midnight oil" you thanked him as he patted your head, pulling the plate of fruit away from your friends and toward you, gunwook making a sound of discontent.

you sighed, packing up your bag at a text from your oldest brother. he was home from his masters program in germany, apparently, and was now waiting outside the dorm. you loved your older brothers, you really did, but they were so much smarter than you ever will be. the oldest graduated magna cum laude from mit, now achieving an accelerated masters for mechanical engineering, and the younger was attending harvard for premed, both completely full ride.

your friends, finally re-noticing you, looked up. "where are you going?" gunwook asked, shushing yujin.

"brothers here," you mumbled, not wanting to wreck your self-esteem any more than you had. sarah pouted, but nodded, whipping out her phone. gunwook opened his mouth, but then quickly closed it. "bye hao, thanks for the help. bye, hanbin and jiwoong!" the three oldest members waved back, hanbin hugging you as you walked by. when you got in your fathers' car that your brother was driving, you spilled your guts.

# 2 dont fall behind

at some point, your motivation fell through. all you wanted to do was lie down and stare at the ceiling all day. sadly though, education laws (and school rules) prevailed.

as you trudged up the stairs from last lunch to pre-calculus, you cursed the architects of the three-floor building and whoever required you to go to school.

two of your friends—laura and ryan—had junior priv, which meant they left early. sarah and coral (who had missed the study session) were in ap chem, and gunwook left for a shoot. without your friends to motivate you to work harder, you felt there was nothing left for you to do.

you had fallen asleep in mandarin earlier that day, so why were you still exhausted?

quick answer: you had stayed up late finishing your apush bonus points.

actual answer: you had no motivation to do anything.

you were falling behind on homework: what used to be doing homework as soon as you got home turned into doing it right before class. a teacher had approached your freshman-year english teacher about it, the one teacher who you could talk easily to. yujin was standing right there; they mustve not have realized you two knew each other.

ricky and zhang hao had invited you over for a cdrama binge session. (ricky said "itll help you" in his texts.) but yujin quickly pulled you aside.

"youre falling behind?" he asked, pointedly. you sighed, nodded, opening your mouth to reply as gunwook walked by, asking what you were doing.

"nothin! ricky and hao invited me over." the words rushed out, and they were so not convincing, but gunwook shrugged and moved to sit down beside ricky and gyuvin. you hushed yujin and walked over and sat down beside hao. gunwook stared at you.

"come here." he motioned, shoving ricky off the couch. you hesitated as you made eye contact ricky, but eventually, there were only so many thumps against the couch you could take. "see? more comfortable over here" you hit him, and he let out a yelp.

"do you have much homework, yn?" taerae asked, setting down a bowl of popcorn.

"only a couple of classes," you replied, shoving a kernel in your mouth.

matthew laughed, "the usual suspects, im guessing?" you nodded. gunwook threw a (toned) arm around you as the two chinese members debated the drama.

"how much have you done? its sunday." gunwook asked, lightly, rubbing circles on your arm with his thumb.

"i can do it all tonight and tomorrow." you sighed, the sentence reminding you of where you are in school. gunwook hummed.

"make sure you get sleep, though. you need sleep, its not healthy if you dont." fuck. you were in deep shit in two ways. you were falling deeper into your rut, and you were falling deeper in love with your childhood best friend.

# 3 dont be too hard on yourself

...was easier said than done. your mind cursed you every time you got a bad grade. you wondered what was the point: you werent good enough to get into the likes of yale, or any of your colleges for that matter.

you had long since fallen off the ladder. it had injured you your 8th-grade year, and every attempt to climb back to where you were or any pushing from a 3rd party proved futile, as you only slipped and fell back down again.

the sat was fast approaching, and every practice test you did was never where you wanted them to be. every stupid math problem you got wrong brought a punch to your head. you had called gunwook, only realizing when he didnt pick up that he was in a shoot. panicked, you hung up before the voicemail. when he called you back (10 times with his members also calling you), you opted to ignore it. it was getting late, anyhow, and you had to go in early for apush in the morning.

apush lab made you want to kill yourself. sarah sat next to you, but everything always seemed to favor her. the quizzes, the teacher. it was unfair, really. american history was supposed to be your thing. so why were you struggling? after lab, sarah asked you what was wrong. "gunwook had called us in a panic because you didn't pick up." you shook your head, lying through your teeth.

"i had a question, but then passed the fuck out like 5 minutes later." sarah laughed and nodded, saying she was glad you got proper sleep, mumbling something about the aforementioned friend. when you asked, she waved you off, the man himself standing outside your classroom. he swung an arm around you as sarah walked in the opposite direction to her next class. he asked you the same thing. you lied to him too, but he looked less convinced. he didnt press you further, though, as you two began to walk down the stairs to your creative writing workshop—a senior elective you had begged your guidance counselor to take. gunwook took it to fill spots in his schedule.

the teacher loved him. as did everyone. you wondered if you could ever experience that. your oldest friend was everything you weren't and it was a point of contention inside your mind. you cursed yourself that you were nothing like him. gunwook nudged you in the middle of class when you were given an opportunity to work, asking what was wrong.

"i know thats not why you called me and then didn't pick up. you're also in your head right now." he pointed out, softly. you hummed, scribbling down something in your notebook.

"i just... i had a question but it was stupid. i figured it out." he looked at you pointedly, a look that told you to tell him the truth. "seriously! im ok!" he nodded, grabbing your hand for a squeeze.

# 4 do your best

you were nervous. ok nervous was an understatement. you rocked from heel to toe as you awaited the announcement that the doors were open. your friends chattered nervously around you. for them, this was the first time they were taking the sat. this was your second. you had gotten a 1340 on your first try—nowhere near where you wanted it to be. your brothers had gotten 1600 and 1590, respectively.

you were on call with all your friends the night before, gunwook coaching you guys through certain questions. he had texted you, (only you, but you didnt know that) wishing you luck. ricky and zhang hao had wished you luck as well.

everything seemed like bricks in your bag. it was only a couple of things—a computer, for the digital sat, a pencil, a calculator, a water bottle, and a banana. but it felt like you had hundreds of textbooks in your bag for no reason at all.

the doors swung open, and you rushed up to your assigned room. the setup was a blur, and the reading section seemed to be so too. during the break, your friends voiced similar opinions. then, during math, you began to struggle. somewhere along the way, though, gunwook popped into your head. you dont know if it was   because you wanted to make him proud, or you didnt want to disappoint your oldest friend and crush, but it worked. you powered through module 1 and 2, module 2 being the toughest one by far.

when the results came back two weeks later, you waited with baited breath as your friends skipped class with you to check all of your scores. gunwook held your hand as you refreshed the page.

"i dont want to look." you said, hiding your face in his chest.

"ill look for you." he mumbled into your hair, scrolling down. you felt him smile into the crown of your head, "i knew you could do it, sweetheart." you looked, and a big glaring 1590 stared back at you.

"wook!! holy shit a 1590!!" you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him tight.

# 5 talk about it

you sat with your friends and the members as you awaited gunwook's family's arrival. gunwook smiled from his seat on the gymnasium floor, holding up his phone. almost on instinct, you all checked your own.

wook🩵: this'll be you guys next year. ill be up there watching you all.

sarah burst in to tears. laura full on sobbed, and ryan and carols eyes were brimming with tears. as you read the text again and again, you got a separate text.

wook🩵: i'm proud of you y'know? i saw you struggling a bit at the end there but you made it through. i love you, yn. im glad to call you my friend.

i love you i love you i-

"hey yn sweetheart!" gunwooks mom sat next to you. his brother waved, and his father gave you a curt nod.

"hi. you guys must be excited." his mom laughed, nodding, then shoving your shoulder.

"im more excited about something else." you opened your mouth to ask her what, but the ceremony started

giving gunwook his graduation flowers made him blush. he shook his head. "do you not like them, wook? i thought theyre your favorites." he shook his head again, dropping the flowers into his mom's hands, grabbing your face.

"you are clueless, yknow that? i gave you so many hints. everyone knows." when you asked him what he meant, "yn, you didnt think id notice you putting yourself down? you know i cant fucking stand that. sorry mom. it kills me that the love if my life doesnt realize how fucking amazing they are, and it kills me that they dont realize that im in love with them." at this point, you dont know what you were doing. because gunwook was confessing to you that he both likes you and that he knows about your self-deprication. so now, surrounded by friends and seniors, gunwooks family and members, you kissed him.

it wasnt like anything you had imagined. your first kiss, you mean. peering seniors were waved off by shouts from matthew and gunwooks brother—both burly enough that even the biggest varsity football players would shrink away.

gunwook smiled on your lips as your friends cheered amongst themselves. you heard a loud "闭嘴!" from zhang hao to what you presume was ricky chatting with the senior mandarin class. when you broke off, gasping for air, gunwook tore off his graduation gown, pushing it onto his poor unsuspecting leader. he grabbed your arm, and the two of you sprinted as fast as you could.

out the gymnasium doors, out back by the cafeteria, through the back-woods path. he stopped when he was sure no one would follow him.

"so whats going on? with the whole." he gestured to your head. you knew what he meant, so you nodded. you told him everything, how you compared yourself to everyone, especially your friends and brothers, you were falling behind, your motivation was close to 0, and you never really believed that you could do it. he was quiet for a while. you knew he was trying to find the right words.

you wanted to cry, or throw up, probably both. it felt like the trees and the birds and your boyfriend? were judging you. but gunwook just apologized, for not noticing sooner, for not knowing how to help. you shook your head, tears threatening to fall, but he shook his too.

"no, no, im your best friend, yn, i need to be here for you. im serious, you have people to rely on, you dont have to shoulder this all by yourself." the tears threatening to fall were not a threat anymore, and the dam broke. gunwook grabbed the back of your head, pulling you into a hug.

—

mandarin guide:

开夜车: kai ye che, lit. burn the midnight oil

熬夜: ao ye, stay up late

闭嘴: bi zui, shut up/close your mouth

[caw4brandon]

Zutomayo: Mystery of Cool

Foreign Music has always been a strange thing both for the world and for myself personally. While everyone can appreciate a good Taylor Swift or some English indie. The world has a strange obsession with exotic musicians of a different language.

In retrospect, the K-pop boom: Super Junior, Girls Generation and Blackpink showed that music, doesn't matter in terms of the language. (not really)

It values the cool factor and the massive influence it causes to the internet. Just look at how [K-Pop artist; PSY] managed to unite the world. For me. My "Blackpink" is this faceless group?

- 「私もそうだよ」 -

Translation: [Everything is fine with me]

Debuted in 2018, Zutomayo (full name: Zutto Mayonaka De Iinoni) is a Japanese rock group. Translates as: I wish it was midnight all the time.

On June 4, 2018. Zutomayo released their first song on YouTube, [Byōshin o Kamu/ 秒針を噛む] becoming an immediate hit. Having 200,000 views within the first week. Assisted with an animated music video with a cast of peculiar characters.

Over the last seven years, the group has progressed from using just traditional instruments to adding non-traditional instruments.

Based on their live concerts. The group is seen using something called; [Electronicos Fantasticos/ Nicos] which is a collection of used electronic equipment turned into a pseudo instrument.

ZTMY's group members is uncertain since a lot of their talents alternate song by song. Their only consistent member is vocalist and songwriter; ACA-Ne/ ACAね an unidentified singer whose range is described as; energetic, expressive, and delicate.

- 今日どうしよ？-

Translation: [What should I do today?]

If we were to describe Zutomayo's type of music. It would be difficult to narrow down as to what ZTMY's genre fall under. The general belief is that they are rock based but is riddled with techno on the side.

Whatever the case, the group's music has its own unique identity. Upon listening to their songs (for multiple times) the group prioritizes on the bass guitar, the chaotic slams of the keyboard and the Nicos. Lyric wise, its rather difficult to paint a discernable picture since its of a different language. According to some Japanese listeners, ZTMY's songs to have a lot of wordplay and double meaning in its phrasing.

In the song, [お勉強しといてよ/ STUDY ME] the song spews a jumble of nonsense. However, the music video tells a unique story. STUDY ME follows a girl who is stuck in a perpetual cycle where she is somewhat complacent with her being a background character. Until she realizes that she can make a difference in defiance of her program.

Another song, [勘ぐれい/ Hunch Gray] its lyrics share the sentiment of chasing one's dreams but is uncertain about the venture. Trapped in a distorting world where the answers are unclear.

Still, the author wants to continue. Confronting problems one at a time. The video however, is about two childhood friends who got separated by dark entities of authority and is in the midst of a rescue mission.

- 3,2,1...Mirror Tune! -

Its worth mentioning the iconography found in ZTMY's music videos. For the most part, the main characters are mostly human. Nira-chan is the girl seen in both [STUDY ME] and in another song; [暗く黒く/Darken] although she is more cyborg than human in the latter.

The videos are animated by several independent artists such as; [tvchany] for their stylish and sharp style on [ミラーチューン/Mirror Tune] and [残機/Time Left] Another artist, [sakiyama] uses a rather messy and incredibly expressive style seen in [勘冴えて悔しいわ/ Kansaete Kuyashiiwa] which played this meta joke of its main character attempting to save the characters from the other videos.

I could honestly go on about the various art styles found in Zutomayo's MVs. There is also an official [Card Game] for them all. On the topic of consistency, The one creature seen in all of its videos is the adorable Hedgehog; Uniguri-kun.

With that said, Zutomayo is a mysterious group of talents shrouded in shadow. Both the musicians to ACA-Ne herself. It adds excitement to the identity of the alluring talent but it also enhances the variety of genres found in their music. Allowing its audience to explore and experience a type of music they rarely listen to.

ZTMY takes away the popularity because, unlike other bands. They don't exactly have a "face" to refer to. Rather, they let their songs and the MVs speak to the fans both in Japan and overseas.

Zutomayo is not just music but also an exploration of style. As seen with their clothing line. It's an inbred of Easter eggs with its upbeat songs filled with messages of melancholy. That is what makes ZTMY mysteriously cool~

[nachosforfree]

When you come to the crossword puzzle in undertale and the bros ask if crosswords or junior jumble is harder, I honesty answer junior jumble because I legitimately have trouble unscrambling words but am very good at crosswords. So when Sans says "that's for saying that just to appease my brother" I'm like FUCK YOU HE'S RIGHT

[maxladcomics]

"Sans doesn't read a bedtime story to Papyrus" <- okay but he literally does. It's canon. Like your entire reblog bordered on the "My hcs and interpretations are better because I'm fully canon and no one can enjoy others" carlyraejepsans level shit but I assumed you didn't mean it like that and I was used to the bullcrap so I was reading in too much. But like. :/ it's never confirmed he dOeSnT hAvE nIgHtMaReS or shit. Have fun with character analysis and hcs and have fun writing him strictly to canon but don't make stuff up and state its canon -_- you seem like a well meaning person but please actually do some research before you decide what's canon?

BUT IT'S ONLY CANON IF I LIKE IT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND???

Anyway about interpretations/headcanons how bout that headcanon of my blog lmao. I guess that's how I come across strictly from blog view and not when I'm spamming dumb theories at people in discord oops.

I'll clarify then.

I don't like apologizing because I'm never wrong it seems like an excuse to let people kick you if you show weakness on the great old internet, HOWEVER. I will make an exception and say sorry.

I'm sorry for giving the impression or directly saying? (memory bad) that I only follow canon and that canon is obviously the best and only way to see things. That is very unfun for everyone, and I like having fun, a lot of it. I also hate controlling others or others attempting to control me (see: my entire existence in this fandom).

I have only said it on discord but I should make it clear here as well:

I purposely ignore/put down Sans's importance in anything, it could be out of spite? hatred? (I do not have the time for hate I have to draw) or simply for entertainment.

Spoiler: it's for entertainment, a majority of stuff is about Sans and I find it a lot of fun to go out of my way to remove him from concepts/ideas/theories. I've also found this very interesting because it forces me to look elsewhere for concepts/theories and see things I hadn't before because he was in the way. (I don't mean this maliciously)

Contradicting or nonsense headcanons are loads of fun, are mine better? Of course to me they are, that's why they're on my blog, that's why I post about them. Are there headcanons I don't like? Yes, a lot of them, I used to complain about them a lot in the past, but lately I'm wasting my time more efficiently by searching for stuff in Undertale for the 100th time that's not actually there.

I'm not 100% canon. Do I want to be canon? Absolutely not. Do I use canon to bully people? YES. IF YOU THINK SANS LIKES PUNS THINK AGAIN. DO YOU THINK SANS IS STRESSED WITH BILLS? HAHA JOKES ON YOU. WHAT? HE HAS NIGHTMARES? NOT ON MY WATCH.

I want to enjoy my Papyrus focused content in my Papyrus focused corner is that too much to ask? (It is)

ANYWAY. To answer the original grievance:

Undyne stays the night? (It is not confirmed if it's more than one night) at Papyrus's house, and confirms that he doesn't sleep, that specifically: He doesn't know HOW to sleep. Does this mean that he NEEDS Sans to read to him to sleep?

No. Because it's not mentioned, it could have easily been brought up at this point since Sans already puts himself in some calls already, but it's not. The only one who brings it up is Sans when he's alone, where no one else can argue it or confirm it. What if it's too embarrassing to say in front of Papyrus? Well I mean he already teases him for the junior jumble thing so it wouldn't be out of line for Sans to tease him about that, too.

BUT, if Sans reads Papyrus a bedtime story, why doesn't he remark on the fact Papyrus has nightmares? Wouldn't he have to read to him every time a nightmare woke him up? But again, Papyrus also mentions that he's just too busy to sleep, no mention of needing to sleep, or reading a bedtime story, Papyrus also doesn't bring up Sans reading, or reading to him in any context.

Anyway to argue the "Sans doesn't have nightmares" statement, I'll refer back to my thing of 'removing Sans from ideas because it's funny'. Hahahaha.

But also there's no proof Sans has nightmares, AND WHILE I UNDERSTAND THE HEADCANON- I refuse it because it's funny, but also because Papyrus DESERVES nightmares as a trait and it's unfair to take that away from him.

"But Max, can't they both get nightmares?"

NO.

[retro-system]

i love that papyrus canonically cheats at puzzles. he loves building them and watching other people solve them but if they're more effort than they're worth he'll just google the answer to this week's junior jumble.

[apuzzledprince]

Idk if i ever posted this here, but! This is a short thing i wrote after fighting Papyrus when attempting the genocide run and then immediately reseting because i felt awful about killing Papyrus.

___

Merciful - 441 words

Stepping into Snowdin, you feel an uneasy chill run down your back--the townspeople eye you wearily, and vaguely you understand that they know. They know what you have done, however spotty the memory, they know to fear you. Suppressing a shiver, you hold yourself tighter and continue walking--oh how you want to walk into the shop, to warm yourself for even a moment. You aren’t sure you deserve it.

After you had left the Ruins you had done everything you possibly could to befriend Papyrus--you did his puzzles, poked at the too-frozen-to-eat spaghetti, told him Junior Jumble was difficult--and still you felt as though you could never make up for what you had done.

You walk past Grillby’s, you walk past Papyrus’ and Sans’ house, you walk until you stand in the bone-chilling cold with Papyrus in front of you. You try to let him kill you, to soothe the ache left in your chest from before the Reset. He never does; the moment your HP hits one, you are put in the shed and asked nicely to stay put. You don’t; you can’t. You don’t deserve this Mercy.

So here you stand, Papyrus in front of you. Between the two of you, the words “Papyrus is Sparing you.”

And for a moment you’re not here; you’re back before the Reset, you’re holding a weapon in your hands. Your hand hovers over the Mercy button in front of you, and you know it’s the right choice--the choice that you would rather make--but you retract your hand and press Fight without looking at Papyrus.

The snow is cold, your blood is colder. You realize that you’re staring at the Fight button and quickly jerk your gaze to Mercy. Your sin weighs heavily on your shoulders, it sticks like dust to your Soul. This is the right choice. This is the choice Papyrus deserves, you know this to be fact as your hand gently touches Mercy, but is it the choice you deserve?

Your Soul aches and pulses with magic, you don’t know the answer anymore. Papyrus clearly thinks so, he’s smiling so, so, wide, but you can see the tremor of fear echoing through his bones. He doesn’t trust you, not fully; something is telling him to be cautious. You can’t really blame him.

You pull your hand away from Mercy, choosing instead to Act. You ask Papyrus to kill you, to cut off your head, to make you pay for what you have done. He’s concerned and confused. He tells you that he can help, that you can be friends.

You want to believe him.

[tooti-fruiti]

THE BIRDS AND THE BEES [CHAPTER SIX]

More puzzles

After leaving the puzzle behind, you found a station selling ice cream called "Nice Cream".

It's an ice cream popsicle with a compliment written on the stick.

Then you pushed a snowball into a hole.

Then you saw Papyrus and Sans again, standing behind a piece of paper.

"HUMAN! I HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR-"

Sans cut himself off when he saw the paper.

"PAPYRUS!!! WHERE'S THE PUZZLE!?"

"it's right there, on the ground. trust me, there's no way she'll get past this." Papyrus said, lighting a cigarette.

Sans reached it up and stole it out of his fingers, and stomped it into the snow. Which made Papyrus chuckle and pull out a lollipop instead.

You stared at them for a few seconds before picking up the paper and looking at it.

It was a monster cross word.

Since you didn't have anything to write it with, you put it back down on the ground and stepped over it.

"PAPYRUS! THAT DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"whoops. I knew I should have used today's crossword instead."

"WHAT?! CROSSWORD?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT! IN MY OPINION, JUNIOR JUMBLE IS EASILY THE HARDEST."

"what? really, dude? that easy-peasy word scramble? that's for baby bones."

"UN. BELIEVABLE. HUMAN! SOLVE OUR DISPUTE!"

"Uhhh, I guess crosswords are harder?"

"YOU TWO ARE WEIRD!" Sans said before storming off, mumbling about the crosswords.

Papyrus smiled and looked down at you. "he got stumped trying to figure out how crosswords work yesterday."

You let out a little giggle and Papyrus gave you a wink before teleporting away.

You continued walking forward and found some tacos.

Frozen tacos left by Sans.

Then you met more dogs, and you were happy to pet them.

You saw Sans standing in front of a puzzle with his back turned to you.

There was a sign explaining the rules of the puzzle, and after you solved it, Sans turned around.

"WHAT THE-?! HOW DID YOU AVOID MY TRAP?! AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, IS THERE ANY LEFT FOR ME???"

You were confused about what he was talking about until you remembered his tacos.

"I, uh. I left it. Sorry-"

"REALLY? WOWIE! YOU RESISTED THE FLAVOUR OF MY WONDEROUS TACOS SO THAT YOU COULD SHARE THEM WITH ME?!"

Before you could say anything, Sans smiled and sighed. "FRET NOT HUMAN! I, MASTER CHEF SANS, WILL MAKE YOU ALL THE TACOS YOU COULD EVER WANT TO SHARE WITH ME!"

Sans laughed and smiled at you. "COME ALONG HUMAM, THE NEXT PUZZLE IS JUST UP AHEAD."

You two walked together and stopped in front of the puzzle.

"THIS WAS THE PUZZLE, BUT... HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS, YOU TOOK A LONG TIME TO ARRIVE SO I REARRANGED THE PUZZLE TO LOOK MORE LIKE MY FACE!"

"HOWEVER THAT MEANS THE SOLUTION IS DIFFERENT. BUT WORRY NOT! I KNOW THE ANSWER!" Sans said, proudly putting a hand on his chest.

He lowered his hand and looked down at you. "FEEL FREE TO TRY IT OUT ON YOUR OWN HOWEVER."

You stared at the puzzle, trying to figure it out.

It did look like Sans.

Kind of.

After thinking about it, you came up with a solution to the puzzle and solved it.

"WOWIE! YOU SOLVED IT! AND WITHOUT MY HELP! INCREDIBLE! I'M IMPRESSED!"

"Thank you." You said.

"OH YOU'RE GOING LOVE THE NEXT ONE!"

Sans laughed and ran away again.

You soon caught up with him again and Papyrus was beside him as well.

"HELLO HUMAN!" Sans said. "YOU'RE GOING TO LOVE THIS PUZZLE, IT WAS MADE BY THE GREAT DOCTOR UNDYNE!"

"YOU SEE THESE TILES?"

You nodded.

"ONCE I THROW THE SWITCH, THEY WILL BEGIN TO CHANGE COLOR!"

Sans explained what each color did, but he went too fast for you to understand him.

"OKAY, UNDERSTAND?"

"Uh no-"

"GOOD!" Sans said as he threw the switch.

The tiles began to rapidly change colors before they stopped to make a path.

Sans didn't say anything, he just turned around and left.

Once he was far away enough, Papyrus laughed and turned to you.

"did you eat the tacos?" He asked.

"No, they were frozen."

Papyrus stuffed his hands into his pockets and chuckled.

"pro'lly a good thing because i don't think humans can eat glitter."

You stared at him confused. "What do you mean?"

Papyrus took the finished lollipop stick out of his teeth and tossed it into the snow. "sans makes his tacos with...a lot of glitter."

"Oh. Yeah, humans can't eat glitter."

"thought so." He said. "catch you later squirt."

And just like that, Papyrus teleported away again.

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day)

<-Chapter Five

Chapter Seven->

[dojunie]

Also could you explain the timeline a bit? Bc I thought that the sleep over was 4 days before the night of seeing my YouTube. But then hyuck said he got the tickets from somi weeks ago? But they only met some days ago so I wondered if my mind has the whole thing jumbled up now?

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! i'll answer all of your asks just in this one, for the sake of clarity lmao

somi knows that jaemin is Mosquito Boy™️ because mc and somi have been friends since junior year of highschool, and the hook up happened the summer before college started, so they were close enough at that point to spill secrets like that! the first thing mc did when she got back from the lake house was tell somi everything, including the jaemin thing, since somi was most of the reason mc even had the balls to hook up with one of mark's friends lol (you'll find out the exact details when the lakehouse chapter drops LOL)

and for the timeline, i've got it mapped out like this:

friday, aug 29 = the first chapter, and night of the nabi bar incident seven days later, the next friday, sep 5 = night of wooyoungs party and the sleepover at somi's (and the night that hyuck mentions the tickets to somi in the car! in my head this is when somi sends them to him, through text!) the next day, sat sep 6, the beginning of jeno pov chapter, when he + jaemin + hyuck all drive home from somi's house five days later, thursday sep 10th, the movie night where hyuck mentions that he got the tickets from somi 'like a week ago'

which means that somi gave him the tickets 5 days ago at this point!!! so you're right, they've only known eachother about a week at that moment :D

i've been meaning to figure out the exact dates that all this stuff happens, so thank you for giving me the push to pull out my calendar app lmao

[umbral-stigmata-unbound]

Scenarios Prompt | Open

@sometimesrufus​ asked: @Vincent // 9.  DANCE :  for one muse to ask the other to dance at a party.

He was standing aside, much like the other array of guards. Some areas of the hall simply had infantry roaming. Some, nearer the bigger names, had 3rd and 2nd’s stationed. There was only one lingering Turk that would come and go, showing presence for the sake of making their presence clear enough to be a warning, but without committing full and obvious presence. Such was necessary, given this was to be a long and loud party, and important at that (when it wasn’t pretentious). Many big names of business partners were here, as were most of the division leaders of ShinRa Electric Power Company. There had to be protocols in place, for every scenario.

And then there was Valentine, belonging the none of them in a traditional sense, yet working the same job. His was to be focused, as of late, on one ward however. The junior currently mingling closer and closer to the shadows. Rufus Shinra, heir to the company, and wearing every rumor and expectation and limitation that was brought with that name and being sired by the man he was. Valentine had observed the unique existence of Rufus for a while; valuable enough to keep alive and keep allowing chances to grow and act and prove himself, while still being limited as if under the belief that he deserved not of it. But as valuable as he was, for ShinRa’s future, as well as the risk for ransom, he had to be rather specifically protected.

And Vincent Valentine had been serving that role for some time now. Many months were nearly verging on a year at this point, but as dangerous as it was, the experience...well, maybe it all seem to jumble and blur sometimes. It was less of time passing and more...of an experience in each moment. But he was a man who would stay focused. Serving as a guard, protecting his ward, keeping professional, he most the time had a very intense conviction about that.

And then there were these moments.

“Care to dance, Valentine...?” came the far too smooth, far too confident tone. The way it was spoken seemed knowing, seemed sure, and Valentine knew he should defy all of it. Even as he had watched Rufus Shinra work his way to his spot in the shadows, he intended to stay put.

He stared at the hand offered to him, then looked into blue eyes. “On duty, sir.”

“I’m fairly confident in your ability to multitask, Valentine.” Rufus countered, still now lowering his hand, and the smirk on the other mans lips made him wonder if this was an act of casual, fleeting defiance and humor, or if it was any act of interest. Rufus could clear as day to him sometimes, but then a complicated trial to understand other times.

“I imagine you’d be entertained by testing that in this fashion, sir.” Valentine retorts, in his usually gruff monotone, though it earns a chuckle. But he stays with his arms crossed across his chest. 

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I believe I did, sir.”

“No. You gave a statement of fact. Not your answer. Do you care to dance?”

Valentine narrowed red eyes upon the other mans features, beginning to garner his own look of tired and mild exasperation. “...I don’t dance. So no, I don’t care to dance.”

“A rather poor lie. You’re trained better than that.”

Was he....scolding Vincent? Raven brows scrunched up faintly, before one raised in question. “I lie well when it matters. Satisfying petulant whims isn’t worth my full effort. Sir.”

“Ohoo.” Rufus chuckled faintly. He just seemed to keep...enjoying this.

Why did Vincent want to continue, too...?

He sighed, shaking his head and getting a look over the party, which he’d lower his attention from momentarily. The only way to stop this back and forth, which usually got dangerous in his opinion, in ways he had no intention of any others but the two of them know. So, in his mind, the only way to stop this continuing was to satisfy at least one need.

He lowered his arms, mostly, but didn’t take Rufus’ arm. Instead, he offered his own elbow. “One dance. That is all you’re getting.”

“What if I demand more?”

Vincent Valentine suddenly takes Rufus’ stubbornly stalled hand and links it around his arm, forcing him close as his tone fell a bit low and dangerous in a way next to none experience, save for the blond himself. “Then I’d suggest you learn how to properly command me. That is all you’re getting.”

Suffice to say, with a few stars lingering, Vincent Valentine proved his weak lie very wrong, as he led himself and Rufus across the floor and the two showed up just about every other dancer moving to the slow song. The stares could be a threat, but Valentine had his attention at the ready, and he could see well that most looked at them like Rufus was simply having fun with a play thing as any rich heir might when he’s bored.

Valentine couldn’t be bothered to look at Rufus long, however. He would had to prove him right that he could satiate this silly whim and get his job done at the same time. No matter how much everything almost...tried to fall away with every move and step and sway to the soft music.

He wouldn’t fail. Not again.

[the-undertale-mouse]

Undernet

An Undertale Fanfiction in which a kid camping near Mt Ebott hack’s into the monster’s wifi.

   Honestly, I don't mind camping. The outdoors are beautiful. The fresh air is nice. Campfires and s'mores and sing-a-longs are all fun and good. Even sleeping on the ground isn't that bad. But would it kill them to give this place some free Wifi?! I’m out enjoying quality time with my family, and that's good. I like that. But what's so wrong with wanting to share that with my friends on social media? If friends isolating you from your family bad, isn't your family isolating you from your friends just as bad? I know they mean well, but I’m just saying there needs to be a better balance.

   Oh! Connection available?! I guess some people have their priorities in order. Undernet? Interesting name. Of course, it is password protected. That's only fair. But I wonder...do I dare?P-A-S-S-W-O-R-D? Nope. Oh well...wait...I had caps lock on...p-a-s-s-w-o-r-d...I’m in! I can't believe it worked! Wait till I tell my BFF! Huh? The app’s not working. Lame. Let me check google just in case it's the app, not the internet. “Sorry, I don't know what you mean by ‘google’ did you mean ‘Boogle” you're kidding me, right? F-a-c-e-b-o-o-k? Top result… ‘fangbook’? The next result is a popular book about the many faces of ...monsters?

    What is this? Halloween isn't for almost 2 months. This is overboard. Where are the real sites? Alright, I’ll make a new account on one of these sites then. I should make a name that fits this weird monster theme to fit in. Huh...I don't need an email? They just trust me like that? I guess that works for me since I'm not sure if I can get to my email to confirm right now. Here goes nothing.

FangtasticMon101 wants to join the chat

FangtasticMon101  added to chat

FangtasticMon101: hey guys, I’m new here. What's up?

ajealoustroll: hi new here, i’m a jealous troll ;)

MewMewLizzyQT: don’t listen to him, he does this to evry1. I’d block him, but he keeps hacking in, so we just put up with it. anyways welcome to the chat! =^.^= you can call me Lizzy for short.

FangtasticMon101: thnx for the warm welcome Lizzy.(and jealous troll i guess) I just rlly needed to chat online and get away from it all.

MewMewLizzyQT: I know what u mean. It's nice 2 come here and just 4get everything.

Coolskeleton95: IS THAT A NEW FRIEND I SPY WITH MY VIRTUAL EYE? I, THE GREAT COOLSKELETON95, SEND YOU A VIRTUAL FRIEND HUG (ONLY IF YOU WANT IT)

FangtasticMon101: sure. I could use a hug rn. But, uh Coolskeleton, I think your caps lock is on.

Coolskeleton95: YES IT IS, THANK YOU FOR NOTICING! I WANT 2 MAKE SURE U CAN SEE EVERY 1 OF MY GREAT WORDS SO U CAN REMBER THEM AND QUOTE ME WITH EASE WHEN I BECOME FAMOUS!

MewMewLizzyQT: ^.^” don't worry Fangtastic, he’s just confident like that. He’s a good guy, I promise.

FangtasticMon101: Lol I believe u. I just wish I had that level of confidence myself.

Coolskeleton95: DOTH MINE VIRTUAL EARHOLES DECEIVE ME? DID MY NEW CHAT FRIEND JUST WISH FOR MORE SELF CONFIDENCE? WELL VIRTUALLY LOOK NO FURTHER! FOR I, THE GREAT COOLSKELETON95 WILL BE YOUR CONFIDENCE MENTOR!

FangtasticMon101: Thnx Coolskeleton. I think just being in ur presence is enough for your confidence to rub off on me, so don't worry about trying too hard.

Coolskeleton95: TRUE. I SUPPOSE MY PRESENCE ALONE IS ENOUGH TO HELP ANYONE IN NEED OF CONFIDENCE. STILL, IF YOU EVER WANT MORE, I AM ALWAYS READY TO TRY HARD FOR MY FRIENDS.

ajealoustroll: tht's not tru

Coolskeleton95: YOU AGAIN! HOW DARE YOU QUESTION MY HONESTY?!

ajealoustroll: u try hard 4 evry1, not just ur friends.

Coolskeleton95: NYEH! HOW DID YOU KNOW?! >=0

ajealoustroll: I know a skeleton about you Coolskeleton95 ;) but a good jealous troll never reveals their secrets!

*MewMewLizzyQT PM*

Fangtasticmon101: hey Lizzy? Should we stop him? Is jealous troll being a creep or does Coolskeleton know him irl?

MewMewLizzyQ: jealous troll is Coolskeleton's brother. He likes to mess with him, but if you notice, it's always in a weirdly positive way. Or just harmless puns. I don't think Coolskeleton has caught on yet, but I’d just leave them to it.

FangtasticMon101: k thnx. They had me worried 4 a sec, Lol.

MewMewLizzyQT: np. =^.^= I am ur humble guide in this crazy chat. In general: just roll with it

*General Chat*

Coolskeleton95: FOR THE LAST TIME, JUNIOR JUMBLE IS HARDER THAN CROSSWORD PUZZLES.

ajealoustroll: im telln ya, its 4 bb bones. but lets get an outside opinion, lizzy already opted 2 stay out of these debates, so its up 2 u fangtastic. which is harder: crossword or junior jumble?

Coolskeleton95: AN EXCELLENT IDEA FOR ONCE, JEALOUS TROLL! FangtasticMon101, PLEASE SOLVE THIS DISPUTE!

FangtasticMon101 is typing...

Napstablook22 wants to join

-Request Deleted-

FangtasticMon101: wut was that about?

MewMewLizzyQT: *sigh* don't worry about it, Fangtastic. Napsta tries to join a lot and always backs down before I can let them in. I don't think they are very confident with themselves. v.v”

Coolskeleton95: IF ONLY THEY STAYED LONGER, THEN MY CONFIDENCE COULD RUB OFF ON THEM TOO.

ajealoustroll: i think ur 4getting something

Coolskeleton95: NYEH! THE DISPUTE! OAO” FANGTASTICMON101, IF YOU PLEASE

ajealoustroll: if u pls wut?

Coolskeleton95: IF YOU PLEASE AND THANK YOU, SOLVE THIS DISPUTE!

FangtasticMon101 is typing...

Coolskeleton95: NYEH! HE GOT ME AGAIN! I ONLY MEAN ‘PLEASE SOLVE THIS DISPUTE’ THE THANK YOU WILL COME LATER.

FangtasticMon101 is typing...

-FangtasticMon101 got disconnected-

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“Connection failed, try again later” OK? That's normal out here I guess, but why the heck is it in wing dings? Awe man, I really wanted to solve their dispute. I guess someone else will have to.

“C’mon Frisk kiddo, we didn’t come here to lay around in our tents, we came to have fun!”

“Comming, dad!” He really does mean well. Family comes first. I’ll try talking to those guys again later.

[popeyerus]

@megalobonea

"hey, bro." he's never seen his brother quite as crestfallen before ever since his special attack didn't go right due to a dog eating his bones. and watching papyrus this way simply broke the elder brother's heart. with a hand landed on pap's shoulder, sans leaned in to try and find his face. "you alright?" he wasn't, that much was plain to see. but sans believed asking him that would give papyrus room to speak freely.

Papyrus attempts to conceal his emotions, but he's never been good at that. He's always been like an open book. He goes to greet Sans- a futile attempt to act like he isn't slumped in the snow. However, it seems that Sans has already figured him out.

Red boots shuffle in the snow. How does he explain this to Sans? Someone who seems to excell in conversations and interactions...when he isn't too lazy to take part (at least Papyrus puts it down to Sans' slothful ways).

A huff. 'I wanted to check on how Dogamy and Dogaressa were getting along. And that was all going fine. Until...until, well it wasn't. I thought my advice was helping them. That they could improve from my great wisdom and that they were enjoying my assistance.'

'But then...they said that I was being a nuisance?'

'I-' He lowers his head. 'Sans? Why am I different to other monsters? I...greatly misinturpreted their feelings...and its not the first time I've-'

'I think everyone is plotting against me.'

[spectacledraws]

What if Papyrus is majoring in every subject. All of them.

Well not really but he has so much energy. He does not sleep. He takes everything he doesn’t understand home and pins it to a cork board (with the little red strings) for future pondering, right next to the junior jumble

He can be found in the back rows of random lecture halls, or sprinting across the campus at incredible speeds. If you ask him a question on any subject he’ll either give a nonsensical answer. Or he’ll rattle off an amazingly in depth explanation of incredibly dense material. Is he even enrolled? Nobody knows

I love this sooo much this is my favorite. Very papyrus

[a-snowpoff]

He was no nervous about confessing to you that he accidentally gave away the answer to his junior jumble cupcake puzzle 💗💕

@mmhinman How dare you draw him so adorably!!!! >:0 You better post that art so I can link it from this post! I dare you, I triple (lasagna stealing) dog dare you! I stayed awake to draw this because of you!!!!! IM GOIN FERAL OVER HERE HE IS SO CUTE IN THIS SWEATER FKSSDFKJGDFHJGDF MY MIND IS GOIN PLACE IN ALL THE WAYS HE CAN BE ADORABLE DKDHFKJDFHJH

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UPDATE: [LINK]

[dedicatedfollower467]

a thought just came to me

papyrus dislikes crossword puzzles cuz they aren't really puzzles. they're just a weirdly-worded trivia quiz that relies on the player having a decently broad knowledge base, which papyrus doesn't exactly have. yes there are some puzzle-like elements to it when you have a lot of the answers but not all of them, but what do you do when you can't even fill out like ten words because you just don't have enough knowledge? it's boring and irritating, so you just fill in every box with z because that might as well be correct!!

but junior jumble is interesting and challenging for him because it is actually a puzzle, i.e. you're rearranging parts of the whole to make a new thing. it's pure pattern recognition and logical deduction, and barely requires you to even know the word you're trying to spell if you know most of english's spelling conventions. you could do junior jumble with abstract shapes if you knew the shapes had rules about what orders they go in.

i bet papyrus loves sudoku