#ug!sans

[popatochisssp]

Could we get some romance headcanons for your gaster boys? And maybe also the undergloom boys if you feel like it? I'm rereading sweat treats and it's making me feel very soft<3

Somehow I’m always surprised when someone asks about my weirdos, but hey!

Some romance hcs about Sunny (Gastertale Sans), Aster (Gastertale Papyrus), Ash (Undergloom Sans), and Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus)!

Starting with Sunny…much like his (nick)namesake, he brightens up every time he lays eye-sockets on you.

Sure, sure, most everyone will get a smile on their face and little thrill of happiness when they see their partner, but he takes it to the next level. It doesn’t matter if you’ve been out of his sight for five days, five hours, or five minutes, it’s the same reaction every time. He perks up and grins big, eye-lights aglow like he’s just so excited that it’s you!

And he is, that’s exactly what’s going through his head—there you are, that’s you, he’s so happy to see you and it doesn’t matter if he just saw you, the thrill is fresh for him every single time.

That might be at least part of the reason that he’s always dragging you around, introducing you to everyone he knows and then some.

Whether you’re shy or a social butterfly yourself, it seems to be one of his favorite activities to bring you around with him and as quickly as possible, jump to the part where he gets to say, “hey, have you met my partner?” and tell his friends your name and what you do and stuff you’re good at.

Is he bragging? Well, maybe a little, but mostly he’s just trying to showcase you, all the things about you that he thinks are cool and that all his friends and acquaintances should know so they’ll see how cool you are… and maybe they’ll be your friends and acquaintances too.

He wants you to be comfortable and appreciated in all the circles he runs in, because more places you fit in means more time he can have hanging out with you in those places, and obviously he wants that!

He shows a lot of his affection with closeness, and if that weren’t already obvious to people from all of the above, they’ll definitely get the message when he always seems to have a hand on you somewhere whenever you’re together.

He loves the hand-in-the-back-pocket thing, sliding up under a jacket to touch your back, fingers riding up a shirt hem to hook into your belt-loop… Believe it or not, there’s nothing possessive or even lusty in the way he does it. His intention is purely about making contact, mingling the two of you and making a package deal that can’t be pulled apart as easily as taking a step back.

It definitely adds a few seconds of disentangling every time you need to go to the bathroom or something, but it’s a hard habit to try and break him of since as soon as you’re in range he just wants nothing more than to reach out and touch you.

As for his twin, Aster…

Well, he’s not quite as touchy-feely with his partner, but he has plenty of ways of his own to make your relationship status abundantly clear.

For example, the pictures he’s always taking.

He loves taking photos—occasionally just of you, but preferably of the both of you—pretty much anytime you go anywhere together. It can be as special an occasion as an anniversary dinner or as casual as coffee by a nice fountain and either way, inevitably, he’ll try to draw you in and snap a quick pic.

If you’re camera-shy and need a bit of prep to be sure you’re ready, that’s fine, and he has no intention of posting anything for anybody else to see. He wants the photos more for himself than anything else, getting to pull them up whenever he wants and think fondly of the time you spent together; a visual record of times you enjoyed each other’s company.

He's a far more sentimental and emotionally-driven man than his demeanor might suggest, which is to say that it maybe shouldn’t be as surprising as it is that he’ll often sing to you.

Admittedly, he’s not…especially musically inclined. He rarely stays on key (and occasionally flubs lyrics to whatever he heard that makes more sense to him), but aside from that he has a pleasant-sounding voice and he likes to use it to woo you, when the mood is right.

It’s nothing like a full serenade, rarely more than a romantic lyric or two crooned in your ear or belted out to you across the kitchen, but it usually does the trick to make you smile or get warm in the face, so he counts it as a win.

That sentimental nature of his even bleeds through into his unconscious, so you may also find a whole slew of sweet nothings waiting for you if get him talking while he’s half-asleep.

Granted, you probably won’t understand it, since it’ll be in Wingdings—glottal, guttural, sounds that seem incompatible with any kind of language and probably nothing human vocal chords can replicate…but he’s a skeleton, and it’s the first language he ever spoke, and he hasn’t forgotten as much as he’s pushed it down.

But, he’s the sort of person who takes awhile to really wake up when he wakes up, and before conscious thought gets involved in the whole matter, a whole lot of romantic, poetic nonsense can slip through the gates: that you’re brilliant, wonderful, more radiant even than the sun and he’d gladly suffer years—no, decades—no, centuries more in darkness if he only had you by his side…

You may not find that out, though. If he hasn’t totally forgotten what he’s said by the time he’s alert enough to switch to a tongue you understand, he might be too embarrassed to repeat it. 😳

Moving onto Ash…

Well, it’s not a secret that he’s a tired guy, actually chronically so, and that keeps him seated or reclining pretty often.

So ‘pretty often’ is how much you’ll find him leaned up against you, or laying on top of you, or just otherwise smooshing his way into your space. Consider yourself his favorite personal pillow—because you are—and anytime you’re sitting or laying close enough to where he’s doing the same, he’s bound to remind you of that.

To him, you’re comfort and support and safety all in one, so it’s really just natural instinct for him to flop over into your lap, or rest his skull on your shoulder. He can fall asleep on you real quick too if you’re not careful, so be wary of getting trapped if you have anything urgent you might need to do!

Another things about him is that he’s very cozy, rarely without a couple layers of sweaters and/or hoodies. You’d think that’d make him a prime target for the time-honored tradition of boyfriend-hoodie theft—y’know, since he has so many.

You’re in for an Uno Reverse, though, because he’ll be stealing your hoodies if you ever make the mistake of leaving him unattended with them. He’s got a million and one excuses for it, if you protest—he was cold, he thought it was his, he just wanted to see if it’d fit—and a pair of entirely-too-effective puppy-dog eye-sockets when he asks if you want him to give it back, so you may not get some of them returned until laundry day at the earliest.

He’s not unreasonable, though, and can certainly be negotiated with. It might be worth proposing a partner-hoodie hostage exchange program to get some of his in return for the ones he nabs from you. He wouldn’t be opposed to making some kind of arrangement there!

And speaking of arrangements…

He loves music. He loves you. It makes perfect sense to him to combine his loves together somehow, and his favorite way to do that is by making mixtapes for you.

Anyone can make a Spotify playlist and send you a link, but he’s a traditionalist. If he’s going to cobble together a collection of songs that make him think all the best warm and fuzzy thoughts about you, he’s going to do it right—CDs burned on his own laptop with notes in sharpie scrawled atop the disk, set in jewel cases plastered with stickers and all the badly-doodled hearts and stars and clouds you could ever ask for.

It may be cheesy, but he puts a ton of thought into the song choices and what order they play in, to the point that each disk is pretty much a love-letter in polycarbonate plastic form, so be sure to listen close every time he adds another to your collection.

Last but certainly not least, Yrus!

He’s fantastic for your ego, for one thing.

No matter how long he’s been with you, he’s always affected by you—deeply, intensely, visibly. A simple touch to his hand is enough to make him start stumbling over his words, and even just a little peck on the cheek will turn him into a blushing, flustered mess.

You’re just so attractive, and so wonderful, and the thing you want to spend your time and attention and affection on…is him?! Oh, he can’t get over that, and he never will!

Your love is like a sunrise to him—just because it happens every day doesn’t make it any less miraculous, or him any less lucky to be able to see it.

He feels so lucky every moment he gets to be with you, and because of that, he wants so badly to be able to make you happy, to provide for you and make you feel as seen and cared for as you deserve.

Cooking is probably the biggest way in which he tries to do that. Probably one of the first things he ever tried to learn about you was your favorite meal, so that he could make it for you and not only that, but perfect it.

Whether it’s the most time-consuming, complex dish to make or a quick and easy snack, he’ll learn it and go through as much trial and error as needed to get it exactly how you like it the most.

He wants his version of whatever it is to be your favorite, and to be able to make it for you whenever you need it the most.

It’s just how he loves…

You might not realize it right away, but the truest measure of how much he loves you won’t be in anything he does for you, or how he reacts to you, or even in what he says.

It’ll be in silence.

He spends so much of his time trying to help everyone, trying to do everything and be cheerful and positive and entertaining, all the time.

But with you…maybe he doesn’t have to.

Maybe with you, he can just be, without having to fill every silence with conversation, without having to constantly try to impress you, without having to stay on his feet and play host to you, because you’re no longer a guest in his home—you are his home.

When he starts allowing those slow, quiet moments to happen, that’s when you’ll know this thing is forever.

[carlyraejepsans]

hibiscia!!! Sorry if youve explained before but is there something specific about reset-remember fics that you hate? I don't really like them either but for me it's just because I feel like a lot of authors type sans in very ooc ways

They're completely antithetical to Sans' character arc for the sake of cheap and easy angst. The nature of his brand of cosmic horror isn't in reliving his life again and again, that's Flowey's. Sans knows OF the anomaly, knows that it's manipulating time and knows it's a threat to the entire universe, but he doesn't know how or why, because he doesn't remember.

And that's crucial! him being mostly in the dark in spite of the MANY warning signs about us... because it's in that doubt that he remains hopeful. YES we could potentially end the world... but what if we don't? yes we have unimaginable power over everyone else and we can bring back time, but what if we're just.... sad? he needs that gap in his knowledge so he can take a leap of faith across it, it's his entire character arc in the pacifist run. sans THINKS he's given up, he wants to have given up, he chose to do it because there's a comfort in that. in contenting yourself with good food and bad laughs. there's peace. but he hasn't given up, not really. on himself? maybe. but not in us.

there's no way to have that arc if he remembers resets.

[popatochisssp]

He deserved to get his ears tied together for being so adorable, he had it coming! 😤

Request from discord (that I finally have the motivation to finish 💪💪)

Mythical au Jackalope Ash by @popatochisssp

Look at his sweet expression seeing you after finally waking up on his fat nap 🥺🥺🥺

Cutie pie

Bonus content just for poppy >:333

(Featuring poppy's montersona lum tying ash's ear into a bow :3)

Made them clink uwu

[masked-and-doomed]

I'm kinda tempted to write this fanfic but also this will probably upset more people than usual

[kokorose-a]

ume insists people call him ume-chan. by the same token, he pretty much exclusively uses -chan when referring to others, half bc he likes cute things (who doesn't like cute things?!) and half bc ume is a master at weaponizing the difference between miyakaze-chan (affectionate) and miyakaze-chan (derogatory). man is irreverent as fuck.

[shrenvents]

Spellbound

Warnings: Minors dni, smut, oral, cunnilingus, unprotected, fluff, some violence, biting

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Witch reader

Summary: You're a witch with a specific skill set, one that has intrigued a certain hybrid.

Word count: 2.7k

...

Voodoo. Magic. Impulse. Obsession.

She was his newest fascination.

He heard her laughter cracking through the walls of the barren bar before it cut short. Klaus observed how the sunlight blazed across her, poorly parked, car. His lips slanted in mild amusement. He told himself, that’s all it was, all she was. Mild amusement for an immortal. Though, something felt different.

He strutted into the place, head hung high as he scanned the bare vicinity. His eyes halted on a man behind the bar, rinsing glass cups. The bartender's eyes adverted from Klaus, the second he caught his stare. The man's nerves were duly noted as Klaus approached him.

“I’ll have a glass of your finest red,” Klaus spoke artfully, with a fake smile plastered on his face. The worker shuddered. “Ug- we’re not serving right now.”

“No worries mate,” his mellifluous voice paused. “The red I fancy isn’t something I’d find on your menu.” The man's gaze shot up to Klaus’s. His lips trembled as Klaus continued his jest. “Unless you intend to provide me with a bite, I suggest you tell me where she’s hidden.” Klaus’s threat echoed through the building, till silence took its place.

Suddenly, the sound of a back door, opening and slamming shut jolted Klaus away from the bartender. He instantly raced to the door, ripping it open. He watched as her frame scattered into her rusted car. He growled. There was no way he'd let her escape once again...

Your body was convulsing with anxiety. Who were you to know a little magic truce with the “other side,” would have a certain hybrid on your front doorstep. It didn’t help when you levitated everything in your apartment at him, including your freshly made spaghetti with bolognese. It was to be expected, that would piss him off...

Yanking the car door shut, you forced the key in and started the engine.

“Where are we headed this time darling?”

“Ahhh!” You screamed, snapping your head to the uninvited passenger. Klaus sat leisurely beside you, and you swear your life flashed before your eyes. “I must say, I enjoyed our time in Chicago. Perhaps San Fran may be the next best thing, love.” His smug face adorned your features, absorbing the way your face contorted in both fear and frustration.

“Jesus,” you huff, and Klaus’s smirk grows. “As much as I love the idea, somehow becoming your personal chauffeur isn’t that appealing.” Klaus chuckles lowly, leaning in, more and more.

“Well, if you hadn’t decided to run off, you crafty little thing," he drawls sweetly, "We wouldn’t have the pleasure.”

“If you weren’t trying to kill me, maybe I’d stick around.” Klaus’s brows twist like he's appalled by your words. “Who said I was interested in killing you?”

“You- I- then, what do you want?” You stammer. Klaus went quiet. You watched as his expression goes blank, before he acts as though he was in deep thought. Then, his mouth gaped in 'awe,' as if the answer suddenly came to him. “Your talents of course.”

“My talents.” You repeat, baffled.

“Yes, do keep up, my dear.”

“Why? You could have any witch at your disposal, at a moment's notice.”

The corner of his lips elevate once more. “I’m flattered.”

He’s become so close now, you feel his breath, and you try not to shiver as it grazes your neck. He, on the other hand, basks in your scent.

“But, unlike my other witches, you have a gift,” he muses. “Your connection with the dead is something to behold, and something I crave.”

After a prolonged silence, you speak. “If I help you with whatever," you move further into your seat, "When it comes to an end, you’ll let me walk away, unscathed?” Your brow quirks, and with every fibre of your being, you manage to maintain eye contact. “Yes, you have my word.” Klaus’s expression went stoic, holding an unflinching seriousness that made your heart rate stutter. And strangely, you knew you could trust him.

That's how you ended up as his lackey. For the past 5 weeks, you were at his beck and call as he tormented humans, werewolves, and vampires alike.

Like any other day, your conscious is eating away at you, as you call upon another ancestor of those he plagues. Today though, you finally broke. He had been cruelly punishing a guy for hours, as you questioned his late brother through the veil.

“That’s enough!” Klaus’s eyes dart to yours, and his angry appearance softens. Instinctively, he grips your forearm and drags you out of the motel room.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

“What's wrong is that I’m tired, and his brother is telling me jack shit about those ‘hunters.’” You huff, closing your eyes.

Klaus firmly presses himself stock-still, resisting every urge that wishes to devour you, as you naively allow him to hold you so close, let your guard down, and close your eyes. Such an urge that has only worsened, and become insatiable since you started your venture together…

“Love, why don’t you grab a bite from the cafe across the street, while I fill up the car's tank?” He says heartfeltly, "That way we both can have a break."

Your eyes flutter open, and you nearly tremble at the gentle look that flickers in his gaze. However, his body language, which clutches you tightly, suggests he is anything but. “Okay.”

After five minutes alone in a booth, you gather up the last of the courage you were trying to dispel. Now, heading back to the rented room, to release the hostage. Stupid, very stupid, you think. But you can’t help it.

When you enter the room, the door slowly creaks shut, and shadows engulf you. It’s too quiet, and you can’t see the hostage. Unease fills your system, and you begin to regret this decision. That impending regret soon became alarms going off, when the captive grabs your torso, roughly caging your arms. His grip is inescapable, and when you try to scream, his free hand covers your mouth.

“You fucking bitch,” he murmurs with disgust, and you wince. “How about I leave you bleeding out here, all laid out for you bloodthirsty master.” The man crackles with humourless laughter. “I’m sure he’d appreciate that.”

While his venomous words made you cower, you relentlessly struggle against him, fighting with all that you could muster. Unfortunately, your captor was a werewolf, and far too strong for you to at least break free, to cast a spell.

He muffles Klaus’s name with his palm, and tears prick your eyes. Even after the numerous times you’d bicker and argue, he was still the first person who came to mind, who you hopelessly called out to.

The man began lifting your body towards the door, urgently turning the knob. Just as the outside light cuts into your vision, you're wrenched from him, pulled into a powerful embrace. With ease, Klaus’s arms carry you away, swiftly placing you in the backseat of your car, locked safely inside.

His figure then disappears just as quickly, and you hear your aggressor's voice wail in pain. Shaking, you curl over yourself, covering both ears pathetically.

After what feels like an eternity, two large hands cup your tear-stained cheeks, bringing you out of your shell. He quiets you, as he slides inside the vehicle, smoothly pulling you onto his lap. One of his arms supports your back, while the other strokes your hair. Calming you down, he mutters things like: 'Everything’s fine now love,' 'I’m here,' 'I’ll take care of you...'

“I’ve never felt so helpless,” you mumble.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing you could've done to stop a werewolf, especially when a full moon draws near,” he soothes. You press your cheek further into his broad chest. “Though, I wish you would’ve just listened to me for once, and stayed put.”

You shoot your head up, adjusting to face him, close enough that your noses nearly meet. “If I listened to you, I’d probably be dead by now.”

“Oh really?” He grins, eyes creasing, “How so?”

“Well, for one, that time you ordered me to question that vampire chick's dead boyfriend about his affair, right in front of her.” Klaus guffaws. “You're laughing, but she would've bit my head off.”

“She wouldn’t have,” he denies, still chuckling.

“Yes, she would have Klaus.” You start to laugh too.

“You know, I wouldn’t have let her.” His face deadpans, “Like I didn’t let our were-friend hurt you," he voices, airily. "I gave you my word.”

“Yes, of course, your word.” You giggle nervously, glancing at the hand currently bracing your thigh, gliding its thumb back and forth. “It’s not all that I’ve given you.”

You look up and are met with a mysterious look this time. Your brows furrow in confusion. He smiles dreamily, “Your skills as a witch truly know no bounds.”

“The hell are you talking about now?” You retort, making Klaus laugh loudly.

“I’m talking about your spell," he whispers. "The one that has bewitched me.”

You freeze, heart dropping.

“You don’t mean that...” Your sentence trails off as Klaus stares through you.

He’s so unpredictable, that a part of you believes he's most likely playing some sick game. But, there was also a possibility that he meant it, and all the hidden desires, for your unconventional boss, were about to bubble to the surface.

“I've meant every word, from the moment I met you, when you got the better of me.” He smirks, breath fanning your face. “Witchcraft.”

Then his lips take yours, slow at first, but the entanglement shortly turns desperate. Slightly hesitant, you grind on him, eager to pull him closer. He groans, and his hands enthusiastically roam your waist and back, beckoning you nearer.

Moving in a frenzy, as your fingers tangle in his locks, you swing your leg to straddle him. He moans your name in between kisses, and palms your ass.

Continuously rolling your body into him, makes you feel his arousal, causing a whine to escape. When your lips break apart, his mouth runs down your jaw, to your neck. You gasp, but you don’t stop him. He audibly tells you how much he’s enjoying himself, and you squeeze your thighs over his.

“I can only imagine how sinful you taste here darling.” He remarks as his hand slides over your core, and you whimper. “How about you let me try?” He hums politely. “You know you want me to.”

“No,” you huff.

“No?” His voice rises questioningly, and a hand gropes your chest, while the other grips your chin, tilting your head down to peer into his eyes. “Not here,” you finish, and he smirks wildly.

“Then, I’ll just have to get us a private room?” He purrs seductively into you ear, making you shiver. “One that is, unoccupied,” he rolls his tongue, and you shiver again at the double meaning behind his words. You don’t even want to think about what he did to your assailant…

“Please,” you sigh into a kiss, pecking his lips, which seems to surprise Klaus momentarily. His surprise briskly turns into a beaming smile. “To be continued,” he utters before shifting you off him, and rushing out the car.

Not long after, Klaus reappears with that same childlike cheer gracing his features. Jerking the door open, he outstretches his hand like a gentleman. You accept it, and his palm completely envelops yours. He tugs you to his hip, and nibbles on your earlobe while you walk to a random room.

As soon as the door locks behind you, he presses himself against your backside. “Now, how about that taste?” He mutters while lifting your hair to kiss your nape, and rubbing himself against you. You press closer, before spinning around to enclose your mouth on his again. He groans into your mouth approvingly, backing your body toward the queen-size bed.

His lips free yours when your back legs hit the edge, and you fall backwards with a yelp. His hands soon make work of your lower half, removing your clothes as he kneels infront of your cunt. You inhale deeply, as cool air hits your bare body.

He goes silent, so you raise your head to peek at him. Klaus ogles you heatedly, like the predator he is. “Lovely,” he sing-songs.

He abruptly grips your thighs and heaves your core to his mouth, so close, his breath warms your skin. “K-Klaus.”

“Hmmm,” he hums shortly, before delving into you. You sob a cry of shock. His tongue expertly runs over your folds, sucking the nub with such a slow deliberation, like he can’t decide how he wishes to take you at first, as if he’s imagined every which way he could.

You whine, motioning him to make his choice, bucking up, feeling his stubble scratch you. Then he grows aggressive, hungrily lapping your clit, over and over, until he ushers out your orgasm.

When your lengthy climax finishes, he moves to sigh pleasantly into the crook of your neck. “You’re incredible,” he emits with a chant of your name, thoroughly relaxing your shaking form.

“Fuck, take off your clothes,” you beg. He immediately abides by your command, tearing off his shirt and pants. You grab his necklaces to haul his lips to yours. You savour every inch of yourself on his tongue, and he relishes in how dirty the act is.

“There’s only so much I can do before dawn, and it won't nearly be enough to satisfy my hunger for you.” His poetic words erupt something within. You exhale, “It seems you’re going to break your promise then.”

He stills at your words, befuddled. You elaborate, “There’s no way I’m coming out of this unscathed.” A timid smile spreads across your face, and he almost nods in understanding, feeling a strange quiver in his chest.

Wordlessly, he pulls himself from his slacks, and you take off the last of your clothes. Suddenly feeling a little out of body, you decide to take back some control of the situation. So, you flip your positions, once again, surprising Klaus, though he allows it.

You straddle him, and lower yourself onto his thick cock. You whimper the second the tip enters, and he growls, pressing his fingertips into your hips, definitely leaving bruises.

“You’re too big,” you gasp.

“You can handle it, sweetheart,” he states mindlessly. He wraps his arms around your waist and arms, pulling you down onto him. His hips press completely into you, pushing himself inside to the hilt. A wheeze leaves your lungs as he grounds into you. “Klaus, it’s too-“

“It’s perfect,” he finishes for you. You barely have any time to adapt to his size before he begins pounding. Pleasure wracks through you, and he takes whatever control you had away. His pace is unnerving, and you utter incoherent words, while his fangs graze your neck.

“Tell me,” he groans through his panting. “Tell me you want me.” He demands, though it almost sounds like he’s begging for it. “I-I want you.” The words stumble out as his thrusts reach your center.

“More,” he just about whines.

“I want you Klaus,” you shout. “You feel so good- fuck I’ve always wanted this, you.” You ramble, egged on by him. He loves it, and you feel it in his strength. He holds you tighter, and the air abandons your body.

Feeling his leg tremble, you know he’s close. “Bite me.” His clamped-shut eyelids pop open, and his dark pupils bore into yours. You kiss him, and take his bottom lip between your teeth. “Bite me while you cum,” you command.

He gulps before taking his last few pumps into you. He moans into your neck as his teeth puncture your flesh. You cry out at the mixture of pain and pleasure that shatters you both.

After almost 10 minutes, he releases you from his firm caress and kisses the holes in your neck.

Still inside, he turns you both on your sides. You catch your breath. “How are you still hard?” You sigh in exasperation, and he chuckles breezily. “I told you, you’ve bewitched my very soul darling.” He smirks.

“This is only the beginning.”

If you enjoyed this, i'm currently writing a klaus fanfic and u should check it out! u can find it on my wattpad @ shrenvents <33

[thechaotichorselord]

MASSIVE ASS LORE DUMP BELOW BEWARE OOoooOoO

UG!Mariella is very similar to Stanley, in that they can both see things that Narrator can’t and are slowly losing their grasp on reality. They are both going insane and don’t know how to stop it.

But they don’t really KNOW each other.

In the game’s script, the only time Mariella ever sees Stanley is when he’s dead. She’s randomly plucked and placed to see a DEAD. PERSON.

Imagine if the only human interaction you get is by looking at a corpse. That would take a toll on you, wouldn’t it?

Due to this horrible loop she’s placed in, she tries her hardest to stay positive. Nar believes she’s nothing but an NPC, and doesn’t pay attention to her. But sometimes while Nar is off fixing a bug, Stanley uses this opportunity to talk to her through the walls. Like Sans and stories if you think about it! They are the small parts of care for each other, and while Stanley has someone to talk to, Nar, she has nobody.

Due to her mental instability she’s very easy to fool, which {]~>>>>>>> takes advantage of. [IiuuujjLpppp] uses her weakness against her to manipulate her into doing things for just a bit of affection. She’s desperate at that point and can only confide in Stanley secretly (which is hard to do due to Nar’s constant watch.)

And if you’re asking, “Erm what about Curator doesn’t she have a part doesn’t she have a role and protect mariella and help her ehem aherm 🤓 “

No. She can’t help Mariella because she doesn’t KNOW her. You know how where Curator is says “ESCAPE?” You know how it’s a supposedly secluded area? Let’s just say Curator was subdued and locked away and JUST managed to manipulate one of Nar’s texture packs so she could leave the words there.

anyways lore isn’t permanent, might be changed but heyyyyy hope you enjoyed the dump!

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A14] KEY to the Upside Down [1]

Summary — ✈︎ An egg-like object rolled out of the drawstring that the students seemed preoccupied with. After noticing that Kaede and Sakujiro saw the egg, Nanaki and Akuta start to panic…

Characters— ✈︎ Akuta, Kiroku, Nanaki, Muneuji, Ushio, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Akuta: Th-Th-That’s… That’s um… It… I-Is… NOT an egg! I know it’s shaped like an egg, but it’s not really an egg!

Kaede: (He seems really nervous… That’s right… I guess this is some kinda teenager thing…)

Akuta: Look, can you hand it to me real quick!? If you wrap it in the bag like this theeen～～！It’s hard and cold, like putting your head on a really cold pillow! It feels nice〜！

Cuddling this while going to sleep is the BEST! Yeah, that’s it! I use it to sleep! Actually, I was gonna go to sleep with it just now!

Um I actually can’t sleep without this AT ALL! I need to sleep while holding it! It’s my destiny!

Nanaki: … You’re too loud. I can’t go to sleep… What are you yelling about now, Akuta…?

Akuta: Yeah Nanaki hasn’t been able to sleep without his goat plushie since he was a kid! Wow〜 what a coincidence!〜 Because I can’t sleep without this either so〜!

Kaede: Oh right, I do remember you guys talking about goats when we were at the cafe earlier. So that’s what that was about Nanaki-kun.

Nanaki: Huh!? A-Akuta, you…!

Nanaki: Could you stop doing that!?

Don’t misunderstand, it’s nothing like that!

This guy is just babbling about random shit…! Isn’t that right, Akuta!?

Akuta: Ug ! Gh… Guh…!

Sakujiro: W-What a magnificent chokehold…! As beautiful as it is, that is very dangerous! Stop that at once!

Nanaki: It’s fine, I’m gonna let him go as soon as we leave the room…! Well excuse us, goodnight! C’mon, Kinugawa-kun, you too!

Kiroku: ! Ah, Y-Yeah…!

Sakujiro: Please wait a moment! Where on earth did you learn such a magnificent move?! Did you have a master? Where did you hone your skills atーー！

Kaede: Sakujiro-san! We should leave them alone!

Sakujiro: But…!

Kaede: Teenagers need to keep a lot of things a secret…!

Ushio: Ha… Tea that you drink before you go to sleep is always really delicious. Caffeine is really good at making your nervous system calm down. 

Muneuji: Look, isn’t the moon pretty at night? It’s shiny very brightly.

Ushio: …It’s bright. Almost glaringly so. It’s enough to be blinding. 

Nanaki: Hah, hah…! Shit…

Akuta: Aghhh～～～ I swear I just saw someone on the other side of the river saying “Come over～”!

Ushio: Y’know… It’s pretty shameful as a human being to just go barging into someone’s room without even knocking. Do you have some sorta explanation?

Nanaki: ーーI think they might’ve seen it. 

Ushio: Hah?

Nanaki: The egg.

Muneuji: Who did?

Nanaki: Chief and… Saku-chan-sensei[2]. 

Ushio: Hah!?

Muneuji: Calm down, Ushio.

It’d be wrong to get upset at Nanamegi and the others. 

More importantly, is the egg safe?

Akuta: Ah, yeah it’s probably all good. It fell on the ground, but when I was putting it back in the bag it seemed fine.

Muneuji: I understand. 

I’ll check it again to be safe. 

Nanaki: … The countdown is going down like it usually is. 

Akuta: About that, we still don’t know what the countdown’s even about right? It’s even out of sync with the seconds on regular clocks〜

Kiroku: …… One count is… around 3.5 seconds… later.

Muneuji: Is it going to break when it reaches zero?

Ushio: Then what? Do you think it’s gonna go boom like in the old building?

Nanaki: …I knew we shouldn’t have brought it with us. We should’ve just left it at the old building. 

Ushio: What’s the point of saying that now? We brought it with us, so it doesn’t matter what you claim we should’ve done now. 

Nanaki: You already know I’ve been against keeping it, ever since the beginning. 

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Then start acting like it. If you really were against bringing it, why didn’t you tell a teacher about it?

Oh right, you just don’t want the adults to start digging into the reason you were there that day. You didn’t mention the egg because you wanted to get out of questioning, didn’t you?

Nanaki: ………

Akuta: Don’t start fighting about it now～ We’re all in the same boat, aren’t we? Let’s just get along!

Nanaki: We weren’t really fighting. Kurama-kun’s sarcasm is just adding heat to the flames. That’s all.

Akuta: By the way, I’m all OK for keeping the egg with us. ‘Cuz, if we do, we might be able to see another explosion right?

Then I can record Hollywood-level footage of an explosion without having to spend a single cent! It’s way too good of a chance to pass up!

Nanaki: I’m still on the side for throwing the egg away.

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: Huuh. Are you thinking the same thing, Kinugawa?

Isn’t that nice? Dovish[3] people like you are happy as long as you get to sit on the sidelines and pick flowers. 

Kiroku: …Dove…

Muneuji: Dovish means being passive. The opposite would be a hawkish person, who’s more aggressive. 

Nanaki: We’re all in agreement that this egg, or maybe another similar egg that was in the classroom, caused that explosion. 

And now there’s a countdown that continues to go down. 

I’m trying to say that this isn’t something we can just solve ourselves. Before something else happens, we shouldーー

Ushio: What, you think that we should throw away this unknown object while we’re on a trip?

Nanaki: That’s a stretch.

Ushio: Not really. I mean, we can’t tell any of the adults about it. 

The only way to keep things from getting worse for us is to get rid of it while we still can. That’s what the two dovish people over there think, isn’t it?

Nanaki: ………

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: Hah… would you stop making faces at me like you disagree with what I said?

I’m just stating my opinion from an observation I made. 

… Okay then, should we handle this like a democracy and hold a majority vote?

I’m against throwing the egg away. So is Idiotake.

‘Kay, that’s two votes〜

Muneuji: I’m against throwing it away too. I don’t want to let something like this go.

… Because, this could be the clue we’ve been waiting for. Something that could be proof that aliens exist.

Therefore, I’d like to keep it with us at all times. I was the one who brought the egg with us out of the old building as well.

I’m sorry.

Nanaki: Kaguya-kun’s reasoning… Well, I think it makes sense. But, what’s your reason for wanting to keep the egg, Kurama-kun? I want to hear it. 

Ushio: Because it seems interesting. And it can also be used as a weapon to take out people that piss me off. Do I need any other reason?

Nanaki: …… I’m at a loss for words. 

Akuta: NOW NOW NOW GUYS! Let’s stop talking about that now!

That means that the votes are 3 to 2 in favor of keeping the egg!

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: I mean, we’re the ones who found the egg. 

If you think about it a different wayーー

Maybe it wanted us to find it. 

Like a scriptwriter giving a key item to the main character and telling them to “Use this and destroy those guys!”

So that means, we were chosen to be the protagonists.

This egg is tryna tell us that we’re different from everyone else.

It’s proof that we’re special. 

That’s why it’s only natural that we should wait until this story ends. 

All 4: ……

Nanaki: … Fine, I get it.

Based on the counter, it doesn’t even look like it’s going to hit zero yet. We still have some timeーー

So for now, we’ll keep taking turns and passing around the egg to each other. 

… Okay, next person.

Kiroku: …… Keep.

Akuta: YAAAAHOOOOOOOOOIII! Then! It’s the same as before!

Okay, like we’ve said, if anything happens, we’ll talk to each other on the walkie talkie app.

Nanaki: If Chief or Saku-chan-sensei asked about it, how should we answer them?

Ushio: Isn’t it obvious? Play dumb.

That’s why we’re doing the whole coparenting an egg thing anyways.

Nanaki: … Got it.

Muneuji: We’ve settled the matter now. …By the way.

Everyone, how are you feeling about your assignments for the summer festival?

Nanaki: For me…… I guess I'm feeling a bit motivated?

Muneuji: ? You look more happy than usual.  

Nanaki: I’m an average amount of happy.

Muneuji: What about you, Isotake?

Akuta: You don’t gotta worry about it right now. It’s too early to panic.

Ushio: Idiotake is filming, so he only has to worry about it on the day of. Of course he isn’t panicking.

BTW, I can’t do my part. I’m just not gonna do it. There’s just not enough time for preparation for the main eventーー

Muneuji: Ushio won’t be an issue. Next.

Ushio: Wah～ Forced labor～

Muneuji: How is it going for you, Kinugawa?

Kiroku: Ah……… Um.

Akuta: If it’s Kiroku, there’s no problems here!

‘Cuz this guy is a super amazing artist!

Kiroku: ………

Akuta: I’m sure he’s gonna draw SUPER amazing shit, so amazing that he’s gonna make all of mankind drop to their knees in awe of his amazing lantern art! You can count on him. Amazing.

Kiroku: ……That’s……

Akuta: If that’s the case, then I’m relieved. Well then, I’m going to brush my teeth and get ready for bed in the bathroom.

Akuta: Me too〜!

Kiroku: ………

Ushio: “Amazing” he says, but don’t you just have to paint a normal design over and over again? It’s like it’s a job for AI.

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: … Hellooo?

Kiroku: ………………

Ushio: Can you hear me?

Kiroku: ………………

Ushio: Y’know, I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while. 

Kiroku: Uh………

Ushio: Do you always act like that?

Kiroku: ……! That’s…………

Ushio: ……

Kiroku: …………

Ushio: Hah… Whatever. Forget about it.

Kiroku: …………

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Notes — ✈︎

Pretty sure the title is a reference to Stranger Things! If you’ve never watched it before, The Upside Down is the name used to describe a mysterious alternate dimension existing in parallel to the human world.

I’m sure you can tell, but Saku-chan-sensei is Sakujiro! Not sure why Nanaki calls him this but well . he does. 

Hawkish and dovish are used to describe how you respond an opinion ( usually politically ). Hawkish being a more aggressive / forceful approach to something as opposed to dovish which is a peaceful and passive approach. As an example, let’s say you want the last piece of cake. A dovish approach would be to ask and make sure no one else wants it before you take it, while a hawkish approach would be to just take it. Hopefully that makes sense!

[howlonomy]

Here it is:

Alright, the Lore Shit: After killing Zenith Martlet and absorbing Asgore's SOUL, Clover decided to kill literally everyone in the Underground (minus the Ruins since they can't get back there) to make sure that any humans to fall in the future can't be killed by them (their ass was NOT listening to Flowey about how the Barrier works). So the constant release of ambient magic from the killed monsters plus them having Asgore's SOUL started to, slowly but surely, turn them into a Monster (and because of how slow it was, they didn't have any balance issues with the tail). Unknown to them, Asgore's SOUL had been collecting that magic, which is what caused them to change. They don't even realize that they've transformed since, as Sans states, they have distanced themself so much by having a LOVE of 20 that they don't even really seem to be there (also they have not looked in a mirror, no "It's you"s to be seen here)

For some reason I thought of this too, but their theme would either be straight up Enemy Retreating or a remixed All's Fair (which I have decided to call "Is It Fair?")

Stats: Same as always for the same reason, it just makes sense here.

Check: DOUBLE MEANING ALERT! DOUBLE MEANING ALERT! WEEWOO WEEWOO!

Sorry, but yeah. Traitor in the sense of "You killed everyone who cares for me" and "You killed all* the monsters while also being a monster" (a "You have become the very thing you swore to destroy" moment if ever there were). And "Justice" because killing people is never justice (unless it's the death penalty and ruled by a court of law but eh, semantics)

FLAVOR TEXT BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHT THIS OUT WAY TOO MUCH:

Clover seems hesitant.

Clover can't seem to attack!

Are they... crying?

Because this fight is from the POV of a Pacifist Ending Clover (most likely in between exploring Ceroba's house and meeting up with Martlet on top off UG Apartments, again I have thought this out way too much) that means that nmm!Clover is fighting a human, which they really don't want to do, especially since that human is themself, so they hesitate and sometimes just straight up don't attack (I thought about including Familiarity again, but decided against it just so that I could have new material, it would absolutely fit, though)

Also, fun little fact I guess, but this is a complete inversion of the dt!Clover vs. nm!Clover fight! A murderous monster Clover fighting a pacifistic human Clover, and BOTH don't want to fight this time!

I realize that this may be a bit much considering this IS your au, but I can't help it when my brain starts thinking of this stuff, and it's so cool that I can't NOT draw it and share it.

ANYWAYS now I only have like one idea left. I am so close, but I will probably gain like seven others as soon as it's done, oh well. Enjoy!

WHAAAAATTT ALL OF THIS IS SO FUN???? the concept of slowly turning into the thing you swore to destroy is SOOO EVERYTHING…. and the play on alls fair??!??!? literally insane i am obsessed with it being called is it fair. because its not but i imagine nmm!clover being so distraught about being turned into a creature they hate and having to fight themselves. but its almost like penance for what they did.

AND THE INVERSE IS SO FUNNNN so many interesting new dynamics there; like if this fight took place before the final ceroba fight, clover wouldnt be nearly as close with everyone. sure, theyre angry at nmm!clover but also. they get it. im sure they would understand where they were coming from.

AARUGHHH THIS IS SO FUN I LOVE THIS LITTLE IDEA!!! ITS SO RICH IN CHARACTER AND LITTLE FLAVOR TEXTS

[alfiely-art]

Since the UG spent so much time and money making a Yuma of their own I think we should all make Yumas too. Here's mine he's a robot clone of Yuma and errmmmm. Ya 👍 this goes with my post-game Yuma thing where he's forgotten his time in Kanai Ward and is NOT doing well. Which is what the second image is about . Teehee. The guy is at his limit and doesn't want to deal with another clone of his. Anyway I need to find a name for this little fella. He's so scrunkly... might change his design a little tho

After we make our Yumasonas we need to ship them all together. Like. Sans. And the Onceler

[jizzlords]

— get to know helvetica !

what's your phone wallpaper: my boy, binx.

last song you listened to: kalam eineh but then as the world falls down.

currently reading: mo dao zu shi, 2nd novel (reading 2 books but nvm that)

last movie: HM... mm... sleeping beauty? i think? comfort...

what are you wearing right now?: black loungewear. riveting. racy, even.

how tall are you?: 5'6" physically, 6'1 spiritually.

piercings / tattoos?: 2 tattoos (count on 3 more soon), ears are pierced. 🍒 next + 3 more on the left ear.

glasses / contacts: both. contacts are my go-to.

last thing you ate?: chili. coffee for dessert lol.

favorite color: black, black, black. "iTs A sHadE" purple, blues, sage. what do u want from me?

current obsession: ozzie. and drawing. hand in hand.

do you have a crush right now?: i dunno. there's sometimes the feeling of wanting to take care of someone so i pour that into muse ngl.

favorite fictional character: ozzie. fizzarolli. male/ficent. evil queen. lan wangji. mor/ticia add/ams. cesare (bigtop). vil sch/oenheit. lil/ia vanro/uge. reg/ina mi//s. jessica rabbit. gi/bert nigh/tray. roxas. mett/aton. this is in no certain order.

last place you travelled: was gonna be san fran. plans changed. so maybe ... hm... los angeles? riveting.

tagged by: @maimedaffair blows raspberries on ur cheek tagging: @clwngasm, @yukikorogashi, @gctchell, @therealricksanchezpleasestandup, @plasticsouled, @helluvahotelx, @hamactiia idk if tumblr will let me tag more so.... take it, tag me. im nosy.

[gerceval]

exemple de mail pour exiger le désistement des candidat'es en 3e place dans les triangulaires :

Madame, Je vous écris en tant qu'électrice française pour vous demander de retirer votre candidature au second tour des élections législatives dimanche.  Dans de nombreuses circonscriptions, l’alliance Ensemble-Modem bénéficiera d’un désistement du candidat NFP/UG dans le but de faire barrage au Rassemblement National, qui, je le rappelle, a été officiellement catégorisé par le Conseil d’État comme un parti d’extrême contrairement au NFP. C’est là que se trouve l’urgence : faire face aux ennemis de la République avant de faire face à ses opposants politiques.  Au-delà de votre carrière personnelle, je vous demande solennellement de suivre l’exemple de nombre de vos collègues en vous désistant, et de donner à vos électeurs une consigne de vote claire et sans équivoque : pas une voix pour le RN.  Bien cordialement,

je rebloguerai avec des adresses mail que j'aurai trouvées, il est tard et il reste pas beaucoup de temps mais ya encore des désistements qui tombent là

[deputyclover]

Resort (To Violence)

*Clover and Rose enter the next room after seeing a poster of an upcoming preformence.

OH? THAT HUMAN... COULD IT BE...?

*Mettaton comes out wearing a dress.

MY ONE TRUE LOVE?

*The music starts as Clover and Rose stand there confused.

Oh my love, please run away-

*Clover picks up Rose and tries to run away as Mettaton sings, but is stopped by lasers.

LET ME OUT! I'M NOT IN LOVE! PLEASE LET ME THE F*CK OUT!

*Mettaton ends the song and Clover, holding Rose falls into the color tile maze.

THIS! Oh how I wanted to do it!

*Without listening to Mettaton's instructions, Clover beats the maze in twenty seconds.

CONGRATULATIONS! YOU MADE IT THROUGH THE PUZZLE!!! AND NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, THE FLAMES WILL BE DEACTIVATED!

*Clover watches the fire turn off.

There was fire?

NO! MORE! FIRE! BUT IT'S AS THE PHRASE GOES. "OUT OF THE FIRE AND INTO THE FRYING PAN." THAT'S RIGHT DARLING! EVEN IF YOU MANAGE TO BEAT THE HEAT, YOU'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO WITHSTAND MY HOT METAL BODY! PREPARE YOURSELF FOR MY-

*Ring.

Watch out!! I'll save you!! Flames deactivate!! ...huh?

Alphys, you're f*cking late.

ROSE!

THE TINY HUMAN IS RIGHT. AND THE TALLER ONE ALREADY FINISHED THE PUZZLE. I ALREADY TURNED OFF THE FLAMES. IN FACT, I WAS ABOUT TO FIGHT THE HUMANS.

Wh-wh-what? TH-THAT puzzle? I mean, uh... Great job! We've got him on the ropes, now!

ON THE ROPES? HA! I ONLY DEACTIVATED THE FLAMES KNOWING THAT ALPHYS WOULD HAVE ANYWAY. NOW, WHERE WERE WE? OH YES. I WAS GOING TO ERADICATE YOU TWO!

*Mettaton starts to fight Clover and Rose.

THIS IS IT DARLING! SAY GOODBYE!

NO!

*Clover pulls out his platinum gun.

Robots are made of metal, so this should be fine.

*Clover repeatedly shoots Mettaton.

OOOH! OOOOOOOH! YOU'VE DEFEATED ME! HOW CAN THIS BE, YOU WERE STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT, ETC. WHATEVER BYE!

*Mettaton leaves and Clover continues through Hotland.

B*tch.

*Clover and Rose see the UG Apartments MTT Resort.

That a*shole, he turned the apartments into his own f*cking resort.

*Clover sees Sans.

Oh, hey Sans.

Sans!

hey. i heard you guys were going to the core. how about grabbing dinner with me first?

Sure Sans, I'll pay.

Yay!

great, thanks for treating me. over here, I know a shortcut.

*Sans leads the duo towards the alley and they walk to a table in a restaurant.

No idea how you do that Sans.

*Sans tells his story and then leaves.

Wait... Daddy, we didn't eat.

Crap. Anyway, I need to see what that robot did.

*Clover and Rose exit and enter the front doors of the resort.

Why that PR*CK!!

*Clover sees the Royal Memorial Fountain, now with a Mettaton statue.

HE DESTROYED A MEMORIAL! And now...

*Clover pulls out a comically large hammer.

THE STATUE WILL BE PUT BACK!

*Clover hits the statue hard with his hammer, causing it to go the way the hammer aimed at and broken.

There.

*Clover sees the carpet and lifts it, revealing a hole.

Dumba*s.

*Clover fixes the hole.

And now.

*Clover pulls out the statue he found in Waterfall and puts it back, and returns it to it's normal size.

Take that you robot sunovagun.

Ceroba: Clover? Is that you?

*Clover turns left and sees Ceroba, Star, Dalv, and the Feisty Four.

Guys! You're here!

*Clover runs to his friends and hugs them.

Star: Hey pardner! Long time no see! Nice eye scar!

Dalv: Clover, you doing good these days?

Hey guys!

Wowie!

*Everyone looks at Rose.

Star: Uh, Clover, whose kid is this?

*Ceroba kneels down in front of Rose.

Ceroba: She looks like you Clover.

Howdy! My name's Rose!

Mooch: Aww, she's cute!

She's my kid.

*Everyone stares at Clover blankly.

Ceroba: When...?

Well you see, a while ago, I got attacked by these cultists I've had multiple interactions with, they mutilated me a few times, and...

*Clover takes off his left arm, showing that it's metal and all seven stand there shocked.

they cut off my arm. I... I...

*Clover falls to his knees and sheds a few tears.

I-I killed them once. They put a spell on me to make me kill and it backfired on them, causing me to kill them. But, the only good thing they did was steal my blood to clone me.

Everyone: THEY DID WHAT!?!?

Yeah, it was insane, but she's my kid, and I love her.

Star: That's it, as soon as we can, she's getting Lassons.

Ace: Agreed.

*The nine people go to the elevator to West New Home and they all make it to the area with the pink leaved tree and Clover stops dead in his tracks and looks at the area.

Daddy?

Ceroba: Oh no.

What's wrong?

Star: Well Rose, long before you were born, over ten years ago, your daddy died here.

What?

Ceroba: He gave up his soul for monsterkind, but when he came back, he decided to find another way out for us.

*Clover sits where he died and hyperventilates.

Moray: We should leave him for a bit.

Star: No, he needs us.

*Rose sits by her father and cuddles with him and Clover's breath slows a bit.

[luna-is-lost]

UnderWelcomed

PART 10

Papyrus’s POV:

Home… It’s… strange, but Sans is here, so it’s perfect. I’m happy? Or maybe it’s just the euphoria of being free. Again… I have no idea how long I’ve been gone, but the other monsters here didn’t seem to realize I was ever gone. So, maybe I was only gone for a day. The ‘base’ is mainly concrete and metal, but the hammocks look clean enough. Undyne is making some instant ramen for me. Though, I’m not sure if I can eat right now. I’m really tired. Somehow it feels like I’m still alone, even though silence doesn’t seem to exist anymore. There is always something… Yelling, talking, whispering, the arguing… Everything is so loud. My skull hurts… I don’t think I belong here… sir said I don’t belong anywhere… Sans keeps staring at me… at my face… at my scar… He’ll turn as soon as he realizes I can see him… Undyne and him are calling me the Great Papyrus, but I don’t feel all too great…

Sans POV: After grabbing the noodles from Undyne I begin walking over the Papyrus. He looks anxious… or maybe paranoid…. Guess I can’t blame him. I don’t think I’m helping that by staring at the scar mutilating his face. It’s just… why?… I want to care more, but there’s nothing I can do now… I was always lazy anyway… “hey, papyrus, i’ve got your food.” He must’ve zoned out because he look’s surprised to see me. “O-oh! Hello… Uh… Sans!” That’s something we’ll need to fix… he can barely remember anything anymore. It still hurts… just a bit… It must’ve shown because he apologizes before taking the instant noodles. “don’t worry ‘bout it bro’ nothing gets *under my skin*.” Papyrus let’s out a sigh and shakes his head. I still got it. I walk over to a hammock and sit down, patting the spot next to me for Papyrus to sit as well. Since he was… standing there awkwardly, and cause I missed him. As soon as he sits next to me I ask him if he is ok and he chokes on his food. “I’m Fine, Brother.” He says nervously. I disagree. He disagrees with my disagreement. This goes on for about a minute before we both burst into laughter. Quietly of course… I don’t know if Papyrus will ever be loud again. Which is strange… I’m happy he’s here, though. After he finishes his noodles he tries to stand up and recycle the box but I stop him. “Sans, What Are You Doing?” I yawn. “stopping you” “Why?” “cause you need t’ go to bed.” I say as I smile lazily. “I-I Want To Clean Up…” He looks worried. Like he’s not allowed to say no. Well he’s sorta right, he’s going to bed no matter what, but like he’ll be in trouble or… hurt… “come here, paps” He lays the box on the floor and sits sideways on the hammock to face me. So, I lean on him till he falls backwards onto the hammock. Then, I hug him. I know, an inescapable trap. “Sans!” I pretend to be asleep. After a minute or so he lays on his side and hugs me back. “Good Night, Brother…” It’s nice to have him back and I think for the first time in weeks, I might actually get some sleep. ”good night, bro.”

https://www.tumblr.com/luna-is-lost/735574956145033216/underwelcomed-part

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LETS FINALLY TALK ABOUT MY FAV POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW ((aka, me simping for mime bomb for an entire episode)) ((beware))

so starting off, i really enjoy that we see things of carmens past get to her. i love love love it when our heros arent always perfect robots and do go through emotions; including past traumas that get to them

to this day shadowsan shouldve called foul idc idc lol

black sheep doesnt get it the first time, thats fine! she knows that shadowsan is a very skilled thief. but the more she misses the more agitated she becomes until it seems like shes stealing for her life. this is a lovely detail!!

also crackle watching her w a big smile on her face bc ugh shes so cool, theres no way shes gonna fail! right?

she falls and D: but tigress is being a meanie as usual

player knowing whats wrong bc hes a great bestie

ALSO GET THIS CHILD SOME NATURAL SUNLIGHT PLEASE.

i've never personally been to san francisco so learning about the fog was a nice touch! i havent seen any movies or shows go over the fog either!

her charity fit is so slay oh my god

what an expensive stamp

i wish we couldve seen players stamp collection el oh el

devineaux yet again being a Guy, i love him lol what a Dude

SHE FR THREW A RED BOTTOM HEEL AT HIM. MA'AM I WOULDVE TAKEN IT.

julia being smart againUGH shes my WIFE.

MIME BOMB!!! THE MAN OF THE HOUR !!!!!!!!!!

THE WALKING BACKWARDS !!!! HES SO CUTE I JUST WANNA KSJDFKSUBDHSKJLF

julia being correct again.

wh. whwere is mime bomb calling the faculty from????

I think shadowsan continues to send Tigress bc he knows shes gonna fail. to this say i wish they wouldve touched on this.

i also enjoy the detail that dr bellum watches cat videos lol shes a cutie

MIME BOMB SITTING ON NOTHING??????? WALL SITTING ON AIR. THE CORE STRENGTH???????? (sidenote very attractive imo bc im crushing on him)

Brunt: "he aint what youd call the strong silent type." HES WALL SITTING ON AIR. WITHOUT A DROP OF SWEAT, NO MOVEMENT, JUST CHILL. HOW. BRUNT HOW ARE U MISSING UR CLEAREST STRONGEST STUDENT.

i think tigress' day outfit is cute. shes a fashionista.

AND THEN HES READING AN INVISIBLE NEWSPAPER, STILL SITTING ON NOTHING.

Mime Bomb is visual comedic gold. One of the many things I enjoy abt his character and how he steals the show everytime hes on screen. give him more screentime. revive the show for him, pls,.

tigress is a grown woman bringing up old shit. cmon girl.

i also enjoy the differences between how carmen and tigress open the lucky cats. I LOVE CHARACTERS.

ug hes my husband i gotta say more abt him. mime bomb is so smart, hes such a genius lil mime whos a code breaker and a quick thinker. i wish we couldve seen him be more intellectual than the rest of his peers more often. dumping the big obvious cat to not only distract carmen but to get away w the stamp? genius, he deserves a kiss. mwah.

HIS LIL STRUT!!!

"Another street clown, so what?" HES A MIME!!!! U SILLY GOOF!!!!!!

HIS DOUBE LOOK BACK STARE IM. i need him to be real. i need to omg.

miming running away to be tackled pt.2, cmon babe this is a pattern now.

THEY JUST. KIDNAPPED HIM. BAG OVER HIS FACE AND ALL.

'~' (((hes very cute)))

they handcuffed a non-verbal fella. i feel like this is more messed up then i think.

julia being pro-mime. we stan.

now rewatching this, chase straight up SLAMMED our sweet mime into a CONCRETE WALL. i need to fight a frenchman for that very reason.

yet again to mime bomb being smart, PLANTING THE STAMP ON THE SAME PEOPLE TRYING TO FIND IT AND ALSO CARMEN SANDIEGO WHO IS ALSO TRYING TO FIND THE STAMP. OH MY GOD.

his expressions r very cute. mmmmwah

slay tigress being smart!! shes not dumb she just makes some brash decisions!!!!!!!!!!! characters!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"what about 'Where did you hide it'? >:( ma'am yall are in PUBLIC. CARMEN DOES THE SAME THING.

for 2 people trying to follow a mime these acme agents are doing a bad job at figuring out what he's doing.

*how episode wouldve ended if they looked a little deeper*

julia: "Inspector, could you check your left, inside pocket?"

chase: "ugh, if it pleases yWHAT-"

and then they wouldve also seen him act this out Very Publicly to a woman that is Not Carmen Sandiego which would help them for future investigations at least

LOOK AT THE DUDE YOURE FOLLOWING PLS

mime bomb didnt even keep the 26 cents tigress gave him lol

((tw: talk about the taking care of witnesses rule)) if tigress can rip up an entire article of clothing without chase even feeling a tug, then i hate to imagine how swift she takes care of witnesses tbh

SHE JUST LIFTED AN ENTIRE MAN OUT OF A CAR WINDOW, N NOT THE ONE CLOSEST TO HIM.

((tw: mention of rule again)) also this victim was a witness. he saw her face. is she gonna come back to him orrr???

chase being a dummy dumb pt. 28374

WHY DID HE JUST LEAVE JULIA THERE????? WHAT AN ASS LMAO

okay but like. so the cleaners werent planned to pick her up given shadowsans reaction. h. how was she going to deliver the stamp?? teleporting????

this kids also is why u dont text and drive

SHE TOOK IT OUT OF HER POCKET TO SHOW THE CLEANERS THAT DEF CANT SEE IT FROM UP THERE. WHAT IF IT WAS WINDY??? CMOOOOIIOOONWKJEFSKHFKJDGSKHFJ

sidenote tigress took a precious stamp out of a little baggy in one fist close without damage to the stamp, well done!

whyyyy does tigresssss put the stamppppp in her hightop boooot ((that could not only fly out easy)) in front of the woman who has been known to be an improving thief and has crashed one of her missions before. she didnt get a dollar bill once. shes mad at that. TIGRESS, IF 2+2=4!!!

mmmm side profiles

i wanna be like "oh tigress why didnt you fight her" but at that point i wouldve gave up too

also the cleaners saw this all happen lmao

also slay devinaux being in actual danger, puts actualy fear and tension into the characters future!

tldr: WOOHOO MIME BOMB!!!!! and chase + tigress are silly geese

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