Sigh. I’m asking about the f*ckable cities
thank you for asking number one fuckable city easily chicago (lake micchy trains bean MUST I say more). number two fuckable city paris BUT she does have herpes and you WILL contract it. number three fuckable city leipzig (not technically fuckable you must make love to her but it will be worth it)
number one UNfuckable city is endless suburban purgatory with ten blocks of what vaguely passes for a real downtown (st. louis). number two unfuckable city is london (obvious)
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the feng household, san myshuno.
the fengs are a force to be reckoned with. victor and lily are this close to having san myshuno wrapped around their finger and they are not wasting any more time. victor is looking to groom his son, louis, to replace him as san myshuno's top politician and be his puppet. that way, victor is still able to control san myshuno under the disguise of the younger feng heir. but louis' reckless reputation is getting in the way of victor's plan and he's not liking it. louis' twin, isabelle, has no interest in whatever her parents are involved in. she wants to make a name for herself. being one of the top students of ubrite, she'll soon be able to tick that off of her list.
victor feng || materialistic, perfectionist, genius
lily feng || unflirty, genius, hates children
isabelle feng || high-maintenance, art lover, jealous
louis feng || clubber, non-committal, lazy
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i can imagine DR sans telling toriel a science-based joke, and when she doesn’t understand he tries to explain what the joke means, but it shifts into a full on ramble about quantum physics
sans is lucky he’s got the cougar up stat bonus otherwise idk how the hell toriel wants that guy
are you telling me an elementary school teacher of all people—dispenser of interesting snail facts, the gastropod entusiast herself—would ever fault her new bestie for infodumping about a topic he's clearly passionate about?? FOOL! she would ask him to elaborate and then listen politely while understanding nothing, in part due to sans' own meandering and counterlogical metaphors, but most likely due to her present mind being occupied by thoughts of convenience store based public indecency
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Nightmare, have you ever considered getting the boys a babysitter? Like, when you’re too tired, or are busy or something. I’d be willing to, free of charge :]
Nightmare: haha..
Nightmare: no need, despite all their immaturities, they're still grown men.
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cw: dog-like cross, reader is really patient, a bit of a whump story, blood, angst with a bittersweet ending, more a platonic relationship?
note: i start to be influenced to see Cross with dog traits…
Cross learned to always bite first. Growling, barking, drooling — everything a dog did before attacking any threat, but not Cross. He always bit first, before anyone could lay a hand on him — he would never let that happen again, never.
And in a wild moment, he sunk his teeth into your hand. His long, sharp canines punctured your skin, tearing at your palm as he shook his head. He braced himself for your scream, for you to hit him, for you to try to pull away—anything!
But what he didn’t expect was for you to tremble and then stand still. Just that. No scream, no slap, no curse, nothing. Your lips were pressed tightly together, clearly trying to keep quiet so you wouldn’t startle him further. In that moment, he realized: even as he bit into your flesh, you still thought of him first.
With a pained whimper, he released your hand — it was slick with saliva, the marks of his teeth etched into your skin. It was a heartbreaking sight, your hand, so gentle, marked by Cross’s rage.
And like a dog seeking forgiveness, he licked your wound, the injury he had caused. His tongue brushed over your skin, wiping away the blood. You hissed, feeling the sting of the fresh injury.
“I'm sorry…” he whispered, nuzzling his face into the palm of your hand. Cross didn’t mind about getting his own face dirty with saliva and blood, no. He only wanted your forgiveness, like a traumatized dog who no longer knew whom to trust.
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Peacock Ink!!! My new obsession is here!!
This idea was born from me discussing which bird he would be with @lazy-shapeshiofter and i thought he'd be perfect as a peacock. And he is-
Again another art style that's pretty unfamiliar to me so i tried- it's good enough though i think-
Og Ink sans belongs to comyet
Peacock Ink (this version specifically) belongs to me ♡
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