#v; underswap 💛

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"stare all you want, you're the one who kept just calling me "human"." Carmine stuck their tongue out. Pbbbt on you, Sangria.

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"I know, but it's cute and amusing." Angel shrugged cheerfully at Sentinel.

SKELLIEMAN

(SKELEMAN!!!)Sangria just stares at you disapprovingly.Sentinel pouts. “that’s not how you say it..” he crosses his arms as he pouts.

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|| time isn’t real ||

@tieratales con’t from (x):

Sierra wandered down the well worn path through the woods towards town, tired and worn despite her late start to the day. She briefly wondered if the human that had been traversing her mazes and puzzles for the last few days had– was it days? No… no, that’s not right. “…no… no they fell on Friday… and its only…“ She looked down at her phone briefly and snorted, shaking her head with a rueful smile. “Friday. Cool. Gonna wring your neck, bud.“ She’d check everywhere on her way to the door, the valley down below the cliffside, each snow poff she passed, a few secret hiding holes that the locals sometimes hid in. Luckily no human so far. Now there was just the abandoned posts for… … ...was… someone singing? …oh ho. There she was… smart. Most monsters avoided going too deep through the treeline. Welp… best introduce yourself, Sisi. “…took you long enough, girlie. …ah jeez, ya, haha, look a little cold.“ How Sierra wasn’t also frigid in only her pullover and shorts was mind boggling.

Had Dove overheard Sierra, she would’ve returned the sentiment. Dying over and over wasn’t exactly pleasant. Was she dying? Was she just hallucinating or dreaming or--?

[ * Tra la la... Your problem just got bigger. Think, what have you done? ... la la la ]

 Dove was jerked out of her internal monologue by the intrusion, jumping and turning towards Sierra just before she spoke. Heck. Big blue eyes blinked from behind green-framed glasses and the girl with the clawed hands and sharp teeth flinched a little.

“... lemme guess, ya don’t got that problem ‘cause the cold goes right through ya?” She’s been friends with Firebrand for a while, Sierra doesn’t even come close to being the weirdest thing she’s seen this weektoday.

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💛💓 -grabby hands- Come play with me!

( murder mom wants a generic underswap starter! }

Dove’s eyes darted side to side as she slipped out of the door to the Ruins, taking her first step onto the snowy path of Snowdin forest. She was only barely dressed for the weather; she had filched a sweater from the room the kindly old goat had let her rest in. She’d initially stolen it for the softeness, but it was a blessing she’d grabbed it now. She hesitated for a moment before pulling it on under her vest, then weighed her options and found the path too open for her taste. The trees weren’t much better, but she darted into them anyways.

It was a while before she was singing under her breath to drag her mind from the cold.

“she came to me one morningone lonely Sunday morningher long hair flowingin the midwinter wind… “

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|| strange circumstances ||

{ @honeyhogger con’t from [x] || thread-wide tw for: suicide, self harm, murder }

Dove had fallen with a child, this time. They had immediately attacked her, and it'd taken four tries for Dove to stop trying to reason with the little hellspawn. The fifth time, she hadn't even waited for the kid to attack before she was lashing out with a hand needle. The kid hadn't even had time to react, really, before it was buried in their brain and they were down.

She knew it couldn't last; they would reset again eventually. But she had taken the time she could to clean up and charm her way out of the ruins, making her way to the skelebros' place with a soft frown. Why hadn't she been greeted?

When she found Pap in such a state, even her shakey sense of propriety hadn't been enough to make her back off. With little ceremony she crouched down to pull him out of the tub, handling him with care while she grabbed for bandages and began to patch him up.

"I'm not gonna ask stupid questions, but if you want to talk I'm here. and y'ain't gonna convince me to stop."

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She returned the nuzzle, sighing softly and glancing away. "eeeeehhhhhnnn... just. memories. things I could've done better. dumb stuff. what about you?"

pyrocicle:

She purred back, slumping against him further and curling her arms around his. A nod answered his question, alongside a yawn. “yeh… couldn’t get my thoughts to slow down and let me sleep…” She murmured.

He snorted a little bit at her mutter and he nuzzled her cheek, tail lazily thumping on the couch. “oh? what kind of thoughts you got going on in that pretty little head of yours? if you don’t mind me asking that is.” he said as he titled his head to the side.

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@honeyhogger con’t from [x]:

He blinked up at her for a moment before his sockets went out and a bright orange flush took over his cheeks. He shifted in his seat and let go of her arm…only to bite down again in a slightly different location.

“s-sorry! sorry…” He let go again and looked anywhere but her face. “uhhh…im uh…pap…’m not usually like this but uh…some people kinda…made me have to bite everything i see so uh…sorry.” He wasn’t about to mention the arousal thing. Not a chance.

He nom again. This is going great.

“hhh--” Her free hand grabbed at his shoulder, sharp nails catching at him but not digging in. Perfect teeth marks showed beautifully on pale skin, and her own teeth sunk into her lip for a moment, a full-body shudder running up her spine.

“i-it’s alright. I’m Dove an’--” She forced herself to take a breath, biting back the quiet pants that wanted to slip out. “I’m used t’worse. doe-esn’t bother me~” Whoops. That was... very much not a pain noise. He might not have to mention it if he keeps nomming.

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{ @blue--bones }

“I still hear you in the breeze, see your shadows in the trees, holding on, memories never change...” { hyperacusis warning }

Dove hummed the next instrumental part of the song, looking around as she walked carefully. New worlds were always a bit hard to adjust to, and something felt a bit off about this one. Hopefully cheerful, hopeful singing would convince the monsters here she meant no harm.

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{ @kotovinblue con’t from [here] }

Good job, Legall, now her face is even redder than yours is blue. She giggled, putting a hand over her mouth to hide her teeth automatically. "you're very cute, y'give me a run fer my money an' bein' cute's my job! I like you too."

It's her job to be cute when she looks that scary?

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Hugs. Scoooore. She wrapped her arms around him, returning the nuzzle with a content trill. "hugs. hugs are what's up." Very specific, Dovey. "you looked like you needed one too."

❤ - just climbs right into his lap and flumps against his chest because she's touch-starved too.

Meme

Pup was a bit surprised when the other suddenly climbs into his lap but the surprise was immediately replaced with a grin as he hugs the other closer before nuzzling her. “what’s up, m’lady?” he whispered.