#yes this is about my husband Papyrus

[sneakyfox55]

JKGDJSHDSGHJA I LOVE HIM SO VERY MUCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I WISH HE EXISTED JUST SO I COULD, GIVE HIM A SMOOCH ON THE CHEEK ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

[lancer-fan-club-was-taken]

i was honestly not expecting that alphys post to get more then like- idk 10 notes cuz this account is still really small and new, but just- i wanna expand on it. sorry she's my favorite.

the way people talk about her is fucking insane. "she's so annoying!" that's an opinion, there's also no doubt in my mind that if she was a guy her status updates would be seen as endearing. "she's endangering a child to feel special!" she never actually tried to kill you, the only one trying to kill you in hotland is mettaton. she endangered frisk as much as PAPYRUS endangered frisk. "she's just bisexual for woke points!" ah yes misogyny AND homophobia my favorite mix. if she and undyne were both guys they would join freelance husbands, snufmin, and ineffable husbands as tumblrs favorite "yoai" ship. don't even act like they wouldn't.

also- big one, big, BIG one. no one, i mean NO ONE, would say that gaster wrote the entries in the true lab if she was a guy. because they are obviously written by her. the fact that ive seen people say that it was actually gaster is fucking insane. how do you hate women this much.

god i just- she is the ONE main female character in ut that's written very, very well, that has a lot of depth, and isn't traditionally attractive, and this... THIS is how you treat her. out of my sight.

[sanguchitodeternera]

I KNOWWW i said that i didnt wanna write about aus... But my mind can't stop thinking about MYYY husband... Horror Sans... So!!! This is a little scenario about how i think he can fall for someone!!

It's under the cutt!!

He, after emerging from the underground, never believed he could get close to a human again; he hoped that monsters could have a separate society and never have to see the other species again.

But there were so few survivors that he had to endure his repulsion and see them everywhere.

In the work that the human government had assigned to them, in the human therapeutic assistance that had been assigned to them, and even in going out to buy food for him and Papyrus.

He tried to make it easy, wear headphones, grab everything quickly without delaying and not look up from the ground, he knew they were going to look at him, he knew they were going to judge him and distance themselves from him. He was scary, yes, he was horrible, yes, he didn't need those people to remind him of the contempt.

And he hated reaching the checkout, having to take off the only thing that made him not hear the hurtful words, having to see how the cashier would get terrified, or look at him badly, with pity, sadness, or even disgust.

But this time, he looked up in surprise, listening as you made a comment about the day, about his shopping, and you attended to him cheerfully.

Were you sick? Crazy? He didn't understand why you treated him as if he were one of yours, an ordinary human. When he wasn't even human to begin with.

And it was even worse when he had to come back a few days later to buy something he had forgotten, when you attended to him again and even looked happy to see him. You greeted him as if he were an acquaintance, you tried to joke again.

It left him so confused. With a feeling in his chest that was even stranger than you.

And it was even worse when you ran into him one day and greeted him. When you spoke to him and he stood there blankly listening to you talk non-stop, nervously because he looked so dazed without uttering a word.

And there he hear you.

"Would you mind if I ask you to take coffee togheter? I- uhm, you've always intrigued me since I see you at the market, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's super rude of me, right? Hah-"

But he nodded, slowly, distrustfully.

"I hope it's not a joke."

And he left, taking a shortcut to return to his sofa and stare at the ceiling for the next seven hours.

What a strange situation.

[fandomfrogz]

tears out my hair while yelling about undertale

here are my super-important-need-to-be-in-works-for-me-to-enjoy-them list of facts

- frisk, chara, napstablook, and monterkid all use exclusively they/them, if you dont imma pop you b/w the eyes

- chara isn't evil cant believe I have to say it, no they dont influence the player/frisk to be evil

- papyrus isnt stupid nor is he particularly naive, he actively believes in people and their ability to make the right choices. He wants to bring hope and sometimes just being joyful is a good way to do that.

- sans dosent remember the resets, this is a cannon fact as he includes himself in the 'we' he references loosing all memory of it. However he knows OF the resets and likely can deduce whether one has occurred wether through the canonical dejavu characters posses or just his timey whimey shenanigans. I just think that distinction is important.

- sans likely has a sleeping disorder of some kind, being lazy is definitely a part of it however falling asleep standing up is kinda weird (also i have a sleeping disorder and hes literally me)

- alphys' experiments with DT were consensual. Thats a big one i think, yes she souldve shared what happened with the experiments but she had no way of knowing what would happen and she had permission from the families. defo a big one in understanding her character.

- both undyne and sans dont perceive papyrus as weak nor stupid, they just both have experienced a facet of the world that has imposed the idea that kindness can get people killed. Also assuming undyne knows the humans were kids i dont think she would wanna push that on anyone especially not someone she dosent think WOULD kill them.

- Papyrus also purposefully puts on a front of slight ignorance in front of sans (canon), my personal explanation for this is he wants to help sans but understands how secretive he is and instead will rib him to take care of himself for papyrus' sake.

- Toriel and Asgore are both flawed and grieving. toriel was so wrapped in her worldview that she abandoned her people and also the possibility of preventing asgore's policy from being implemented but she also was grappling with the loss of her children and her husband vowing to kill children just like her chara. Asgore made his policy in rage and grief but also vowing to kill children 'for mosterkind' isnt enough. overall they are complex and neither is 'right'.

theres more but i need a nap.

[sillyguy99]

* don't look now, but i lost my shoe.

(Undertale Sans x Reader)

Chapter Two: * why do they gotta front?

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                "Good morning. You must be Miss Toriel, right?” 

                You introduce yourself to the goat lady and offer her your business card. 

                She takes it, the tremble of her hand made clear when brushing with yours.

                “I’ll be in charge of your case for the next three months,” you state, smiling. “I look forward to us getting along.”

                Before you stands a monster clad in purple, white, and blue, her composed posture conflicting with the wrinkles in her brow. She nods once and brushes an ear back, as if to keep it from obstructing her face. Next to her sits your child, the one responsible for having freed monsters and letting them roam the Surface – the one who made you lose countless nights of peace, and who popped the last screw of patience off your husband upon their disappearance. 

                “It is lovely to meet you," she replies, returning your gesture, though with more stiffness. “You've talked plenty about her, have you not, Frisk?”

                Frisk shakes their head ‘yes’ – excitedly so. 

                Then, they smile and do a ‘love you’ sign with their left hand.

                "I was informed the social worker had a bit of an… issue with you,” you continue, trying not to frown. “Is it true that you kept Frisk under your care while I was occupied with the closure of their Missing Persons Report… Even though you've no legal custody of them yet?"

                The goat lady frowns instead, eyelids drooping and eyes dimming as she faces her lap. 

                "Yes.” Her tone and expression now match in solemnity. “They persisted in saying they did not wish to see their father, and… With how strongly they begged for that until they felt ready to face him, it would… simply not sit right with me to ignore their request, when they have done so much for us."

                You try to brush off the clench in your heart.

                Not only do you need to keep pushing on, but…

                There's truly nothing you can do about that particular matter right now.

                "They’ll be having more than one guardian watching over them, while my husband and I are working. Is that also true?"

                "Y- Yes," she repeats, looking up. "Undyne and Alphys will look after them on Mondays, Sans and Papyrus on Tuesdays, Mettaton on Wednesdays, and Gerson on Thursdays. Fridays are with me."

                You try to keep your cool when you hear a familiar name on the list, memories from the night at the bar from two weeks ago reaching your mind. It's a vague memory, yet it's still one you carry close to your heart. The rookie bartender had offered you a figurative ear to listen – his name, one you archived deep in your mind when it was time to say goodbye.

                "...I see," you mutter, hiding your stutter. "Then I would be required to have each of those people on my contacts to further research their backgrounds. Every person who looks after Frisk must have a clean record, else we are obligated to take them from your hands – Or simply remove that person from the picture, if the department allows us to."

                Toriel voices an agreement and shuffles through her purse, taking out a small notebook from its contents. 

                "Very well," she states, her smile returning. "I will write each of their numbers and addresses down for you. Would that be sufficient information to start with?"

                "More than enough." 

                You wait and watch as she tabulates all six names onto two pieces of paper – half in one, and half in the other. 

                She hands it over, her own nervousness showing again by the more prominent trembling in her hand. 

                "Thank you."

                You sign a ‘see you soon’ toward Frisk and say your goodbyes to the goat lady after a few more questions.

                While freedom isn't yet definitive, Toriel appears more relieved when it's time to leave, as so does Frisk when they wave and throw you a kiss.

• • • • •

                Had you chosen to make your calls in the confinement of your home, your sanity would have been put on a rough test.

                Sitting on a park bench with the sun warming your face and the breeze cooling the heat helps greatly with getting all your meetings settled and not dwell too much on your situation.

                "Friday at ten? Alright. Thank you, miss. And yes, please inform him about it, too."

                "Wednesday at nine? Noted. And no – Thank you , sir. I'll be contacting you again soon."

                "Would tomorrow be alright with you? I have a space open at three."

                "Thursday noon? I'll let you know beforehand."

                You arrange meetings with five out of the six people involved in Frisk's care, the last name left unmarked on your list one you wish to avoid in case he were to recognize you from the night at the bar. 

                Although you've contacted his brother, you're a little more than reluctant to call him separately. You don't know what's worse: to eventually let him meet you in your office, or to meet him today and be done with this, once and for all. Papyrus had informed you over his schedule, so – if you weren't mistaken – the monster would be working a different job aside from bartending. He's a cleaner for the town’s local park, tutoring children in math and science simultaneously. It's a service mostly monster parents searched for, the low cost and the skeleton's skills when it comes to teaching being more than enough for him to carry on with that business.

                "how's it goin’?"

                Startled from those thoughts, you turn around with a sharp move. 

                And then, you come across the skeleton you'd been reluctant to approach. 

                He reacts by taking a step back and holding you still with a thin shield of magic.

                A faint light settles between you, this being the very same thing that keeps you from bumping into each other.

                "sorry 'bout that," he says, pulling away. "thought you were gonna fall."

                You stand idly before him, at a loss for words.

                "It’s- It's okay, sir. Thank you," you manage to say, breathing out. 

                You gesture at your badge and introduce yourself – as awkwardly as can be.

                "...You'll be acting as one of Frisk's guardians, correct?"

                "yeah. the name's sans, though i figure ya know that by now, pal."

                Despite his words coming off light-hearted, it's impossible for you to feel at ease knowing you had shown him one of your most vulnerable sides barely two weeks ago: drunk, tired, and complaining all about your husband and your unwanted intimacy with him. 

                Embarrassment shows quickly on your face, though you try to stay firm with your reasons for being here. 

                "R- Right. Again, I… apologize for how I acted that night. I really wasn't my best self. Must've talked all your patience off – carelessly complaining about the stuff I had going on.*

                "it's all good," he replies, shrugging. "i offered myself for it. wouldn't've done that if i didn't wanna listen to ya."

                Tense, you toy with your engagement ring, its gifter reaching your thoughts. 

                "Still, I stand by what I said. I rambled about a certain… someone a little too much back there, so – again – I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable." Aware your pointless rambling won't stop unless you force it to, your instinct is to take out the note Toriel wrote for you. You then show it to him immediately, just to try keeping your mouth thoroughly shut about that night. "I, uh, have your number and address written here already. Miss Toriel gave these to me this morning, but frankly... It didn't seem appropriate to speak with you on the phone first, a- after what happened before."

                Again, you catch yourself bringing up that night. 

                As your second attempt, you slip out a ballpen and prepare yourself, reminding your inner thoughts not to bring that up anymore. 

                "What days are you available, sir? I would need to carry out a three month-long background check on you to determine whether you're, um… eligible to be one of Frisk's guardians."

                "how about today? i'm free after three. a parent cancelled on me, so i've got two hours off.”

                The universe is against you. 

                That's the only excuse you can find for him saying that. 

                While this is supposed to be your job, you're not ready to be alone with him.

                You're still bringing up unwanted subjects every few seconds, and it's hard for you not to feel awkward around him. 

                "Well, I- Uh, sure? If it's not an inconvenience, should we meet at my office? Or did you have another place in mind?"

                "my place’s pretty close by – about a fifteen-minute walk,” he elaborates, his smile growing. “i'm guessin' you'd also need to see my brother, don't ya? that's a two for one chance, i'd say.”

                The park's surroundings become much more interesting to you, and that makes you hope you're not being too obvious about how uncomfortable you feel right now.

                Your urge to escape shows through how you focus on the trees swaying wildly with the wind, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the raucous sound of children playing around.

                "Of course," you reply, breathing in. "I'll see you at three, then. Should I use the address written down, or would you like to meet here first?"

                "here first. you came by foot, didn't ya? i’ll drive us to my place, 'cuz you're not lookin' too rested."

                His comment makes you take a peek at your reflection on your phone's screen, displaying your face in its unholy glory: dull skin, baggy eyes, and a cut lip – the last one of those three the most unwanted, considering its background. 

                A product of your husband's hasty kisses last night, his teeth clashing with your mouth on the first try, with how desperate his approach had been.  

                "Thank you.”

                Finally, you speak up, managing a smile. 

                "I… definitely should be getting some rest soon."

 • • • • •

                You're not sure what to do.

                Of course, you didn't schedule a meeting with Papyrus today for a reason: he had errands to run! 

                And you failed to mention that to Sans, not knowing how to intervene earlier ago.

                With that obvious screw-up in mind, you take a seat on the only couch available. How small the house is makes it fitting for only one person – the sheer maximum being two. It takes all your composure to sit up straight and not shift in place every few seconds, feeling as if the skeleton were judging you at every turn. 

                "looks like he's not here," Sans comments, sitting next to you. "did he tell ya anythin', by chance? he's not usually out at this hour."

                You shrink to a corner of the couch.

                Sans's presence is discomforting, despite how willing he’d been to listen two weeks ago. 

                Because – now that you're sober – it doesn't feel all that easy; far from it, if you are to be true and honest.

                As if taking in your silence, the skeleton harrumphs and rubs the back of his neck, sneaking a glance at you. 

                "sorry if this looks like the wrong thing. i, uh, have no ulterior motives, if that's what you're wonderin'. dunno if you remember what i said, but that's really not what i'm tryna do."

                At the arrival of an unneeded, half-drunken memory, your head hurts with how far back it's been pushed away.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~

                "whoa there," the bartender says, holding your shoulders tight. "i ain't hittin' on ya, buddy – you being drunk's enough of a reason for me not to try anythin’, and that ring on your finger only adds to the cause."

                With a sniffle, you lean back against your seat, close your eyes, and sigh, reminding yourself you have to be out of this place soon. 

                "Sorry, I… I thought maybe you were looking to hook up,” you reply, frowning the kind of frown that would repel anyone around: the kind of expression where you're trying to smile and not cry anymore, so it ends up a big, messy mess: sweaty, tear-stricken face, leaking nose, and trembling lips. That's… That's what people usually want, anyway, right? Do I still look too drunk? I can't go anywhere like this. My husband will come here complaining about it!"

                "take a breath, eat somethin' warm, drink some water, and then hail a cab when it's time to leave. i can let you borrow the employee’s bathroom to wash up before ya go. buses aren't really the safest option if you're still feeling dizzy.” He offers you some painkillers and another water. "just tell your husband you're not feelin' well – He should understand."

                He won't.

                You're certain of that, yet you can't possibly tell that to the guy you've relentlessly spilled your deepest regrets and sorrows to, and who you'd confused with someone looking to woo you for a one-night stand.

                You’ve embarrassed yourself enough for one day.

~ • ~ • ~ • ~

                "Oh- Oh God, no!" you exclaim, shifting to gain a proper angle. "I didn't think you were. We already discussed that before."

                "that's a relief," he states, chuckling. "cuz i kinda wanna get to know ya better, now that you've been in my life twice – more so… since you're gonna be dealin' with my own problems for three whole months."

                You feel a full smile return, a weight – though small – being lifted off your shoulders. 

                "I'd like that, Sans. Can I… call you that?”

                He leans back on the couch, then winks.

                “sure ya can.”

[superblysubpar]

Ask game: of course I'm gonna ask you these two...

Palm tree 🌴

Papyrus 🎧

Ahhh yes 💛💛💛

palm tree - do you have a fictional villain you shouldn't like but love regardless?

Boy, do I 💛 I think that some of the greatest characters in a story or show or movie, are the villains. If you can give me a character that's supposed to be in the wrong, but make me sort of root for them? That's the best.

In my other Fandom, a book series - Gallagher Girls - all about spies, one of the main villains, is this women, who, in my opinion is one of the greatest characters I've ever read. She's so great that we give her more back story and make her a main character in a lot of our fics. I think she's deeply misunderstood, and definitely does wrong and bad things, but that's sort of what makes you love her too. Was she always evil? Did people make her that way?

And I'd say Vilanelle from Killing Eve, and sort of Eve herself too I guess. I think Jodie Comer is a phenomenal actress and that character was horrible and wonderful all at once. Again, deeply misunderstood I think. Which made me root for her the entirety of the show. - also side note, characters like Eve, who aren't inherently bad or good at the start of shows, or characters who really face their morality like even Peter Parker (don't even get me started on the "villains" in any of the spidermans) and deciding to choose to be good despite the bad are all just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 gimme complex characters who walk the line and are simply human any day of the week please.

papyrus - if you put your 'on repeat' playlist on shuffle, what's the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate with it?

THIS SOOONNNG. so it's from the TV show Dave, which if you haven't watched, highly recommend. My husband and I already liked the rapper Lil Dicky, and this show was created by him and he acts in it and anyways, it's great. Since the first season I've been desperate for the music from the show to be released and he finally did!! And songs like this one, are so real and heartbreaking and not at all like his old stuff. He has this gift for talking about real things through a lens of humor (in both is music and the show), and I haven't really stopped listening to this song since it came out 💛

[aikoiya]

 What if it was the 6 Human Souls that are somehow controlling Frisk to destroy Asgore’s Kingdom in REVENGE for their deaths as well as prevent the war/genocide against Humanity?… That would be an interesting tragic story, and it would be KARMA at it’s finest! 💖 

(I used the brown heart for patience, cause I couldn’t find the light blue heart…)

~~~

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Why, Toriel? Why didn’t you go with us? Why didn’t you protect us?

Toriel: Wha-What?

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You knew that the King, YOUR HUSBAND, wanted to do with us. You knew he wanted to use us to hurt our own people. To start a war that would wipe out everyone, including innocent families. You knew that after one final soul, he could actually commit genocide… And yet you did nothing.

Toriel: I…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You did nothing to stop Asgore or your Kingdom from destroying our bodies and ruining our souls.

Toriel: There wasn’t anything I could do to stop-

💚 Frisk (Kindness): YOU WERE THE QUEEN OF THE KINGDOM! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE BRAINS! YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO COME UP WITH A BETTER SOLUTION!… But if you had to abandon your Kingdom and betray your people, at least have the guts to do it right… But you didn’t have the guts, did you Queenie?

Toriel: …

💚 Frisk (Kindness): You left us alone, in the cold…You left us to rot… You left us to die…… At our most vulnerable moments… Y… you… really hatedus that much for wanting to leave?

Toriel (tearful): I’m so sorry, my child…

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Now I see who you were truly protecting by staying here, in the Ruins. Not us…But yourself!… To think I once saw you as better then my original mother… Eheheheh!!! But you really are no different than her!

Toriel (crying and sobbing): I’m so very sorry, my little ones!

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Every monster inside this mountain had celebrated the deaths of children… Yet they say that they’re the compassionate and merciful ones, while humans are the true evil demons… Well, if they want us to be the demons, we’re gonna grant their wish!

Toriel: No! Wait my children, you don’t have to do this! We can still make things right, I-

(Frisk strikes down Toriel with one strike.)

💚 Frisk (Kindness): Too little, too late.

~~~

Papyrus: I, PAPYRUS, WELCOME YOU WITH OPEN ARMS!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): …Are you serious?

Papyrus: WELL, YES I-

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): You seriously want to hug someone that you know has killed everyone in their path, instead of running away to safety? I know that you’re naive and childish, but this is just straight up stupid!

Papyrus: B-BUT EVERYONE CAN BE A GREAT PERSON IF THEY TRY!

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): That’s the thing though, WE ALL TRIED! The problem is none of you cared! You monsters still hurt us!

(Frisk then strikes down Papyrus.)

🧡 Frisk (Bravery): So, why keep trying to please you?

~~~

Undyne: This isn’t just about monsters anymore, is it?

💙 Frisk (Integrity): What?

If you get past me, you’ll…You’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Monsters… Humans… Everyone…

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You’ve gotta be kidding me!

Everyone’s hopes. Everyone’s dreams. Vanquished in an instant.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): Oh, NOW you care about a human’s hopes and dreams!

Undyne: But I WON’T let you do that. Right now, everyone in the world… I can feel their hearts beating as one.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): It’s almost hilarious how arrogant and delusional you are. You make Papyrus look humble!

Undyne: And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU.

💙 Frisk (Integrity): I’m not even gonna dignify you with a speech about how much you suck, because your whole ‘heroic’ speech already reeks of hypocrisy!

Undyne: Human. No, WHATEVER you are. For the sake of the whole world… I, UNDYNE, will strike you do-

(Frisk strikes down Undyne, before she could reform herself.)

💙 Frisk (Integrity): You were saying, UndyingUndyne?

~~~

Mettaton: COME ANY CLOSER, AND I’LL BE FORCED TO SHOW YOU… MY TRUE FORM!

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …Okay.

Mettaton: FINE THEN!… RRRRREADY? IIIIIIIT’S SHOW-

(Frisk strikes down Mettaton, before he could finish transforming.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): Show’s over.

(Frisk then turns his head to the wall and finds a camera.)

💜 Frisk (Perseverance): …How disappointing Alphys, you didn’t even try to protect your friend.

~~~

Sans: so, i’ve got a question for ya. do you think even the worst person can change…? that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?

💛Frisk (Justice): You never tried to be a good person, Sans. So you have no right to judge us or humanity, or anyone for that matter. You are nothing, but a selfish coward.

Sans: heh heh heh heh… all right. well, here’s a better question. do you wanna have a bad time? cause if you take another step forward… you are REALLY not going to like what happens next.

💛Frisk (Justice): Neither are you.

Sans: welp. sorry, old lady. this is why i never make pro-

(Frisk then strikes down Sans.)

💛Frisk (Justice): That was more pathetic then I expected.

~~~

Asgore: Now, now. There’s no need to fight. Why not settle this… Over a nice cup of tea?

🤎Frisk (Patience): …’There’s no need to fight’… Isn’t that interesting?… I remember those being my last words to you, before you ended my life…

Asgore: What?

🤎Frisk (Patience): Do you know who I am?

Asgore: No… I’m not sure.

🤎Frisk (Patience): Oh, you better remember me like your life depends on it! Why don’t you take a closer look? 

Asgore: Why… You…  Yes, yes, I remember you now… You’re one of the fallen human children… The patient soul…

🤎Frisk (Patience): You’re wrong, Asgore. I’m not the one with the patient soul…

Asgore: What? Then who are you?

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE INNOCENTS YOU DESTROYED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE CHILDREN YOU MURDERED!

💖 Frisk (ALL): WE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE YOU HARVESTED FOR POWER!

(Asgore could only silently look at them with horror, terror and guilt.)

🤎Frisk (Patience): You convinced everyone that we’re the villains… You want us to be the bad guys?… Fine.

(Frisk strikes down Asgore with one strike.)

💖 Frisk (ALL): Now, we’re the bad guys! 

—

Aikoiya: Okay, this is freaking brilliant. *claps* Bravo.

I can’t help but wonder how Chara & Asriel would react though. I can’t help but feel like they’d in some way also blame them. Because if nothing else, none of this would’ve ever happened if they hadn’t done what they did.

Though, I can’t help but feel like Frisk is being sidelined here. Maybe have Frisk in control, but have them/her (I’ve always hc’d Frisk as she) be guided by the souls instead of flavor-text Chara. Mainly a corrupted Justice, because the corrupted version of Justice is Wrath or Vengeance.

Just an idea.

Undertale Masterlist

[kyriat-stories]

- What I want? Eira had to think about it, it wasn't clear in her mind either. I don't know exactly what I want, she said after a while. It's more what I don't want. I don't want my life being solely about cleaning and feeding babies. Don't you ever feel that Noor?

- Haha, I feel like that most of the time, Noor admitted, Like, last night I was so frustrated, when little Phaidros was waking up the whole family with his crying. And not just once, but five times! I swear to you, I'm starting to think that he is doing it on purpose! None of my other kids were like that...

- Holy Astanna, what a nightmare! Eira said.

- I know! My life is a continuous nightmare, because this happens every night! I feel like a sleepwalker. Maybe that's why I don't reflect much on how to fulfill my dreams. I'm just to tired! Haha!

- I don't understand how you can just laugh about it sister. I would go crazy, but nothing seems to break you. You are so strong, I really admire that about you.

- Eira, I don't have a choice, do I? This is my life. I accept it. I'm just trying to do my best, and keep in mind that one day, they will grow up. All of them. Well except my husband. I don't have much hope for him, to be honest.

The sisters laughed and comforted each other, but soon it was time to continue with their daily routines. Nothing had changed, but the work didn't seem quite so overwhelming now.

When she came home Eira felt a bit lighter and energized.

- Did auntie Mezamura give you some dinner, Khará mou?

- Sicken!

- What? You were sick? Did you throw up?! Eira was worried.

- Not thlowap! Sicken! Khará was annoyed. I eat sicken. Sicken wit beans.

- Oh chicken! Eira laughed, Now let me put your sister to rest, and then we'll have some time together, just you and I. Do you want to have some chamomile tea and talk?

- Yess! Momomilli tea! And honey! Lotto lotto honey!

- Now let me tell you about the fox and the grapes...

- I love this stoly! Fox is vely hungly!

- That's right, the fox was very hungry. Maybe you would like to tell mama what happened?

- Yess! Foxie had no sicken fol many days. He was veeeely hungly!

- Oh that poor foxie. Eira enjoyed the dramatized narrative very much. So what did he do? You are such a good storyteller Khará! Soon you can tell stories to your little sister as well.

- Bah! Bansabila is musch too little. She is just a babie! Now listen mama! Foxie JUMP sooo high to eat the glapes!

That evening Eira found time to take a little nap. Or rather, she decided to not do all the housework she had to planned to do, and had a rest instead.

- I have to take more care of myself, she said to herself. If I get exhausted everything gets worse. Someone else can clean that bath tub. Now I will just rest, and don't put more pressure on myself.

And as it turned out - someone else did clean that bathtub. When Eira woke up, there was a wonderful moonlight, Mezamura and Teteriu was working with those papyrus scripts, Khará and Bansabira were sleeping, and Eira took her clay colors outside and started painting.

- Oh yes, I have to live for these moments. Cherish them and find room for them. And don't worry about everything. I will talk with my sister how we can help each other with the children. Everything will be okay.

It was a small, but very tangible moment of satisfaction, and yes, even happiness.

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[onlyplatonicirl]

correcto-mundo my friend, reaper is one of my favourite utmv characters because i just really like personifications of death, and he sillay

ive always loved the hc that he is a chronic coffee drinker, man's job must be proper stressful so he needs his caffeine fix to keep him going, after all its not like he has a heart to explode with the amount he drinks

his favourite and go-to coffee order is usually just a cappuccino with an extra shot of espresso, 'for that kick', i think he has this favourite coffee shop he visits, maybe within the omega timeline itself, its a local family owned business and its become quite famous for being the god of death's favoruite spot for a pot, they say anyone who drinks there might just be spared the cruel hand of death

anyways, whilst he always orders a really strong coffee i think after the seventh, "the regular?", hed go no, no i wont, and instead orders the unicorn sprinkle supreme frappe, and he really, really likes it, so he now orders that instead, so long as they dump as much espresso as is legal in the cream and syrup concoction

hes a good husband, i hate the image some people in this fandom of how he treats geno, hes constantly overstepping boundaries and all that gross stuff (wonder who that came from.... 2016/17 was a dark time). he is constantly doting on geno, always visiting him whenever he can, always orders a drink for him whenever he goes to his spot, constantly showering him with gifts and the like, and he is so, so happy hes one of the few people he can touch and goes full on pda mode whenevr he can - side note he does this to annoy and embarrass goth

he does actually have eyelights (may actually be canon idr) but he just doesnt show them, why? mystery <|:))

very much so uncanon to almost everything, but i think him and nightmare would get along really well, both are feared because of a duty they have to carry out, something they cant change about themselves, so id think they bond over that, and maybe in another universe nightmare wouldve never have become corrupted because hed have a friend to support him, someone who knew exactly what it felt like but was able to cope with it because of a support network - also coffee-drinking, book-reading introverts unite

also not exactly canon to tcoti as far as i remember, but hey thats what a headcanon is, is that he is in a loving relationship with geno and life, they are brought together in holy ma-TRIO-mony hehehe, so goth gets to have three mum-things, also the image of this beautiful ethereal woman cloaked in flowers and silk embroidered with pearls and gold jewellery standing next to these 5' odd skeleton dudes who are wearing these ragged ass hoodies, shorts and slippers, and her going being like "hmmm yes my husbandwives, i love them dearly", is hilarious to me

he is greek, its quite clear reapertale is based off of the hellenic pantheon, so it only makes sense for reapertale characters to be greek, at least somewhat partially

reaper is supposed to be a counter to repeartale papyrus who is a god of painless death, so in my eyes reaper sort of acts a bit like a judge (just like sans in ut), he takes the souls of those who would've gone to the underworld, which begs the question, what the fuck happens to people who die in this world and in the omega timeline in tcoti, because in my eyes, reaper and paps (idk his name im sorry 😭) reap souls and take them to the underworld (limbo/hell) or to elysium/olympia (heaven sorta), but if a soul is destroyed by say someone like error or is irreparably damaged by experiments on the soul, then that soul cannot be reaped and that person just sorta ceases to exist or becomes undead/deathless, its really weird to try and logic it out, a definitive heaven/hell in the same world where there are beings who can rip apart the code and do whatever they please - please author explainnn i just really wanna know what you think

i think he has a very cold and dark aura, its quite literally visible around him at all times and it never really lets up, this aura is pretty bad for most people and nakes you feel like your dying if you come to close to him

under his cloak he just wears his pajamas, and they always have some dumb slogan on them, life probably bought them

his scythes are quite like the way weapons work in soul eater, that being they can transform and i bet he would probably force his scythes to turn into a dustpan and broom and tidy up his bedroom, or into a mop, really whatevers needed at the moment, theyre like a swiss army knife of convenience, it frustrates alchemy to no end

his house is full on maximalist, and also probably massive, bro is basically a celebrity i can imagine him living in like a massive mansion with greco-roman architecture all over, massive pool, massive garden, all the good stuff

hes a lesbian sorey dont make the rules, he and life were childhoof besties and she was like im a girl :) and he was like same :), having no concept of what being a girl was at all because i doubt alchemy, the god of... stuff and shit i forgor (is it space? i feel like its space, hes clearly based off of primordial gods, but which idk :PP), explained that concept to him, mostly because well why would it matter? alchemy himself is a god above other gods, he himself probably has no concept or care for something like gender, so why explain it to his kids? so when he met life he was like mmm ues im a girl and i like this girl, and for awhile that was good to him, until i think honestly when goth was born and later grew up and then explained to him, or tried to, that, that would make him a lesbian - and for reference geno is a corpse, do you think he cares what label you assign to him or yourself

i think he can transform into animals, usually those associated with death like a crow or snake

speaking of crows i think he keeps a whole murder of them as a pet, hes named every single one of them and he can tell them all apart - he created them himself to be his servants, so he can freely touch them without worrying about them dropping out of the sky a second later

anyways thats all i have, i think, thank you for doinf this i love sharing the brainrot and getting to infodumo shit i straight up made up about characters i love to people

ANONNNNNN WHADDA HELL!!!!!!!

I didnt know all these headcannons were tcoti-adjacent!!!!!! Honestly you have a free pass to headcanon-dump in my ask box whenever you want about whoever you want, I wanna see everything you got!!!!

Also I LOOOOVE the hc that he’s Greek!!! I am also Greek irl and have a lot of Greek family so I am very familiar with the culture and language - him speaking Greek would make me SOOOO happy aaaaaaaa 🙏🙏🙏🙏

[buggyandthebartoclub]

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

I LOVE YOU SM WIFE 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖SMOOOOCH

HIIII WIFEY ILYSM SM SM YOU ARE MY #1 FOREVER <<<333 (MY PHONE IS DEAD BUT YOU KNOW THE PIC W THE FERAL HEARTS YOU USE YES THATS ME @ YOU Papyrus: okay so i did this and got a Chappell Roan song so youre getting more than one bc it feels so wrong to just list Red Wine Supernova when there is also Casual, My Kink is Karma, and Pink Pony Club RIGHT THERE!! (Honorable mentions include: Hot to Go!, Femininomenon, and Guilty Pleasure) And all of these just super fucking fun and hit so many things for me and Chappels videos are also stellar story telling so i enjoy that as well. These are songs I usually binge when I'm in the coloring stage of drawing Abelia: I almost always wear one of my wedding rings when I am out, I have two. One is the ring my husband proposed with/we married with. And the other one was in the family and was gifted to my husband. and a witcher school of the cat necklace or my cyberpunk 2077 pendant as far as pieces I cant part with that would have to be both this super gorgeous pretty tacky/gaudy pin I have, its longer than my whole hand its a gold multi jointed tiger w gems on it. Will attach pic in replies bc im on my laptop lol and I have 2 different seashell bracelets my dad gave me from his trip to turks and caicos when i was like 12 lol, I dont wear them and i dont really speak to my dad but i am still really blown away by the craftsmanship of them that I still sometimes just pull them out and look at them. (not digging them out rn but one of them the seashells are whole??? its so delicate and pretty idk how in the world they threaded them, the other one it is very thin rectangular slices of seashell stacked together/threaded together, also very beautiful and fascinating to me tbh)

[misty720]

True Love - Ch4: 

Another late night and Chara was already asleep with Kabel in their bed this time.   Papyrus entered to find a plate for him in the fridge, but he was so exhausted that he just wanted water and a shower.  On his way to the bathroom with a change of clothes and a towel he wondered why the hell Serif had a bathroom in his room but he didn't.  Then, he decided that would be their next project.  Speaking of the oldest, by the time Papyrus reached the bottom of the stairs, out walked a half asleep Serif.  "WHAT ARE YOU DOING AWAKE AT THIS HOUR, SON?" he asked with concern.

"I heard you come in and wanted to say goodnight..." Serif yawned.

"NYEH HEH!  GOODNIGHT, MY BOY.  I LOVE YOU, STINKER."  He wrapped his free arm around his oldest who was gaining height on him.

As Serif was sauntering back to his room, he turned back with a grimace that reminded Papyrus way too much of Chara and said, "Hey, Dad...  I don't... feel so great..."

"WELL, SON, YOUR ORDER WAS FOR THREE DOUBLE STACKED HAMBURGERS WITH TOPPINGS, A BASKET OF ONION RINGS, A SIDE OF BROCCOLI CHEDDAR SOUP, AND A SLICE OF MUD PIE WITH EXTRA WHIPPED CREAM AND YOU UNDOUBTEDLY ATE ALL OF IT PLUS WHAT YOUR BROTHER AND SISTER LEFT BEHIND.  I'D SAY YOU-"

"Oh shit!" Serif shouted darting into the bathroom closest to him to throw up.

"I SWEAR IF ONE CATCHES IT THE OTHERS HAVE TO CATCH IT.  HOLD ON, SON.  I'LL BE RIGHT BACK..."  Papa Papyrus was on it with the thermometer, medicine, and a mint-ginger tea because Serif always preferred tea when sick thanks to his aunt Frisk which the other two didn't grow up living with.  "YEP, IT'S A FEVER.  YOU CAUGHT WHATEVER BUG IS GOING AROUND.  I'M SORRY, SON.  IS THERE ANYTHING I CAN GET YOU?"

"No, Dad, I think I'm gonna crawl back to my bathroom so you can shower..."

"HAHA!  YOU CAN STAY IN HERE.  I'LL JUST STEAL YOUR BATHROOM A MOMENT.  I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE YOU IN THE FLOOR THOUGH."

"Sorry about the language earlier..." Serif apologized through a thick voice one had when sick.

"I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT THAT.  I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU THREE KIDS," Papyrus sat in the side of the tub rubbing Serif's messy waved hair.  Suddenly he sat back up and hit the toilet again.

"Dad?..."

"YES, SON?" Papyrus answered ferfeiting his glass of water so his boy could wash the taste out along with his wash cloth to wipe his face.

"Thanks...  Dad, why couldn't we take after you?...  I hate being sick..."

"LUCK OF THE GENE DRAW, I SUPPOSE.  ARE YOU GOING TO BE ALRIGHT WHILE I WASH WORK OFF OF ME?"

"Yeah...  I'm not my siblings.  I have more wit than that to come knock if something's wrong."

"I'M MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU PASSING OUT AND NOT BEING ABLE TO COME GET ONE OF US."

"What is all the noise about down here??" Chara asked coming around the corner from the living room.  "Pap??  Is everything...  Oh no, not you now?!"

"HEY, HONEY.  YEAH, THE STINKY ONE IS NEXT.  CARE TO SIT HERE A MOMENT?  I NEED TO SHOWER," Papyrus greeted her.

"Have you already given him medicine and everything?"

"YES, I JUST DON'T WANT TO LEAVE HIM WHILE HE'S THROWING UP."  Chara felt Serif's forehead to find it was burning hot, sighed, and gave her husband a parting kiss before taking his seat.

"Mom, I'm really okay by myself if you want to go back to bed," Serif groaned.

"I know you are, love.  But, we don't want to leave you alone.  You're still my baby even if you look down at me now.  You'll always be my boy and we'll always want to take care of you.  There will be a time we won't be able to be there and you'll have to do this on your own.  Now is not that time, my love," Chara soothed him best she could handing him his tea to sip.  "Your dad forgot the crackers.  Though... as much as you ate, you might not need them..."

"Mom?... Can you make me broth instead?"

"Of course, love.  I'll be right back."  Once Serif was tucked back in with a bucket by his bed, Chara told him, "Don't try to climb the stairs.  Call my phone and I'll come to you, okay?  I know you're big and think you can do things on your own, and many things you can, but I don't like leaving you alone when you're sick.  Don't sleep on your back either."  Serif nodded and tried to lay down to sleep.  Papyrus kissed his temple after Chara and they headed back upstairs.  Passing the bathroom, Chara stalled.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT, DEAR?" her husband asked with concern for her this time.

"Actually... Pap... I haven't felt great today...  I don't- Oh shit!" she exclaimed in the same fashion as her son and hit the toilet.

"WELL," Papyrus scoffed, "THERE ARE LESS RUDE WAYS FOR YOU BOTH TO SAY YOU DIDN'T LIKE MY COOKING THAN TO TOSS IT."

"Shut... the hell up... Papyrus..." Chara struggled to joke back with her head in the porcelain.  "Paaap..." she whined tossing the rest of her stomach's contents.

Kneeling down, he felt her forehead to find she was also feverish.  "WOWIE!  YOU'RE HOT, AND NOT IN THE USUAL WAY I MEAN IT.  I'M GOING TO SKIP WORK TOMORROW AND TAKE CARE OF YOU BOTH."

"No... don't... don't worry 'bout me...  I'm fine, I can take care of myself and Serif..."

"NO YOU CANNOT.  LOVE, I KNOW YOU'RE STRONG BUT YOU HAVE ALSO COME DOWN WITH THIS BUG.  BESIDES," he leaned in rubbing her back, "YOU'RE MORE IMPORTANT THAN THAT."

"What about work though?...  They need you..."

"ELODIE CAN HANDLE A DAY BY HERSELF.  THE KITCHEN WILL BE FINE ONE DAY.  I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORK.  I WOULDN'T HAVE HESITATED TO STAY HOME WITH SYLF OR KABEL EITHER, BUT I KNOW I CAN RELY ON YOU TO TAKE THAT RESPONSIBILITY SO I CAN FOCUS ON MAKING MONEY.  YOU NEED HELP NOW AND THAT'S WHAT I'M HERE FOR.  WE'RE A TEAM HERE AT HOME FIRST, THEN WORK.  REMEMBER?" Payrus assured his wife.

"It's been so long since I've actually needed takin' care of...  I forgot what it was like..."

"EXCUSE YOU.  I TAKE CARE OF YOU ALL THE TIME!"

"I know, Pap.  I was just teasing...  I don't feel well and was trying to take my mind off it."

"OH, I'M SORRY, DEAR.  YOU HANG TIGHT AND I'LL GET YOU MEDICINE, A TOWEL, A WET CLOTH, AND A GINGER-ALE."

"Thank you - I love you..."

"I LOVE YOU, MY DEAR, WITH ALL MY SOUL.  JUST REMEMBER THAT WHEN THINGS ARE ROCKY WITH THE BUSINESS AND WE'RE NOT TOGETHER AS MUCH."  He returned shortly with the promised items and pulled her shoulder length auburn hair out of her face.

"Papa?..." a small voice called from the doorway.  Sylfae had woken up hearing the commotion.

"YES, MINION?" he replied scooping her up to put her back to bed except he decided to put her with Kabel so he wasn't alone if he awoke.  He stepped into the bedroom to see his child had managed to stretch himself across half of the king sized bed.  "WONDERFUL..." he sighed.  "AT LEAST HE'S ASLEEP..."

"Is Momma okay?  Is her tummy bad too?"

"YES, PUMPKIN, MOMMA ISN'T FEELING WELL AND PAPA IS GOING TO TAKE CARE OF HER AND BUBBY.  THEY'RE BOTH ILL TONIGHT WITH THE BUG."

"Is-Is it my fault Momma and bubby are sick?" Sylfae asked tearing up while Papyrus covered her with her blankets.

"SHH... NO, PUMPKIN, NOT AT ALL.  EVERYONE JUST GETS SICK SOMETIMES, EVEN MOMMA," he reassured her.

"You're never sick..."

"MONSTERS DON'T CATCH HUMAN AILMENTS.  WE CAN HAVE DAYS WE DON'T FEEL WELL BUT HUMAN GERMS AND BACTERIA DON'T AFFECT US.  YOU KIDS AREN'T LUCKY IN THAT TO WHICH I AM SORRY.  NOW, LIE DOWN AND SLEEP.  YOU'RE GOING TO SCHOOL TOMORROW WHETHER YOU'RE TIRED OR NOT.  TWO DAYS IS PLENTY TO RECOVER."

"Yes, Papa.  I love you..."

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PUMPKIN.  GOODNIGHT."

"I love you more..."

"I LOVE YOU MORE, AND WE BOTH KNOW I CAN COUNT HIGHER.  SO, CLOSE THOSE PRETTY AMBER-RED EYES AND SLEEP."  Papyrus kissed her cheek and received one in turn before she rolled over and snuggled her favorite stuffed dinosaur that used to be Serif's.  After tucking both little ones in and feeling Kabel's forehead, he then ran back downstairs to check on Serif who was still battling the nausea while cradling the bucket.

"Dad?" Serif cried pitifully from the can.  "Dad, I don't feel good, I feel like crap, I want it to stop," he sobbed like small child as if he were his siblings' age again.  Hearing the distress in his son's voice broke Papyrus's heart.

"I KNOW, SON.  I'M SORRY.  I'M GOING TO BE HERE TONIGHT AND TOMORROW, ALRIGHT?  IT'S JUST A TWENTY-FOUR HOUR BUG.  IT WILL PASS, I PROMISE," he comforted the boy wrapping his boned arms gently around his shoulders and petting his crown.  Taking the bucket from him to set aside, Papyrus held his oldest while he cried a moment from just feeling awful.  "HEY, IT'S ALRIGHT.  I DON'T MIND YOU CRYING ON ME IN THE LEAST, BUT IT'S JUST GOING TO UPSET YOUR STOMACH EVEN MORE.  I'M SURE YOU FEEL BAD ENOUGH, SO TRY TO CALM DOWN, OKAY?  CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME?"  Serif nodded and wiped his eyes on his sleeve but returned to hugging his dad.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being sick..."

"I KNOW.  YOU WERE THE HEALTHY ONE OF THE THREE.  BUT, DON'T BE SORRY AT ALL.  EVERYONE IS SICK SOMETIMES; IT'S A PART OF LIFE.  AND, I'M RIGHT HERE, HOWEVER, I DO NEED TO MAKE SURE MOMMA ISN'T DROWING IN THE TOILET."  Serif let him go in exchange for a clean trash can.  Papyrus returned to the bathroom to find Chara curled up on the floor like the children do when they're sick, too afraid to stray from the best receptacle for purging.  No one wanted to deal with the mess of being sick and flushing it away was the easiest clean up.  "WHAT CAN I DO, LOVE?" he asked sitting on the tub wall to pat her.

"Kill me...  please..." Chara groaned.

"NOPE, TRY AGAIN."

"Use some magic to rub my back...  That always feels nice..."

"THAT I CAN DO."  Tentative husband Papyrus lowered himself to the floor and gently massaged her back with a touch of his healing magic.  Had the magic been the kind that would help a virus, he would have cured all of his household.  Unfortunately, his healing was only good for physical damage such as broken bones and cuts or burns.  He did use this trick on all of them to calm them down or bring some kind of comfort.

"How is Serif?"

"DOING ABOUT AS WELL AS YOU, DEAR.  I JUST CHECKED ON HIM AND KABEL AFTER PUTTING MINION BACK TO BED."

"Thank you, Pap...  I can always count on you...  No matter what, even if things aren't going the best... even if I'm feeling like we're drifting apart, you always come back to remind me how much you truly love me and the kids...  I'm sorry I expect so much sometimes..." she started crying too.

"I'M SORRY THINGS HAVEN'T BEEN AS ROMANTIC OR EXCITING AS THEY USED TO BE...  I KNOW I HAVE BEEN SLACKING-"

"No!  No, you are wonderful, Pap.  I'm just still childish when it comes to your attention.  I know you're just trying to provide while also being happy with how you do it.  I understand... I just... miss you sometimes... when it's ten at night and your side of the bed is cold...  I know I can't have you here and working to make a living for us...  I wouldn't mind working to share the burden..."

"I DON'T WANT YOU TO WORK!  YOU TAKE A LOT OF BURDEN OFF BY BEING HERE FOR THE KIDS!  PLUS, THE FIRST TIME ANYONE WAS CROSS WITH YOU OR TALKED TO YOU THEY WAY THEY DO YOUR SISTER, I WOULD GO TO PRISON.  HONEY, I DON'T THINK YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU AND THE KIDS.  I WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO BE HOME EVERY NIGHT BY EIGHT, BUT IT'S JUST NOT POSSIBLE TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING AND NOT PROPERLY MANAGE THE RESTAURANT.  I'M TRAINING ELODIE, BUT SHE'S NOT READY YET TO BE ON HER OWN MORE THAN A COUPLE OF DAYS AT A TIME.  IT WILL BE BETTER SOON, I PROMISE.  YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU FOR STICKING BY ME EVEN WHEN YOU FEEL LEFT OUT.  IT'S NEVER MY INTENT TO MAKE YOU FEEL THAT WAY EITHER.  YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD WOMAN AND A GREAT PARTNER, AND I'M SO GRATEFUL TO HAVE YOU IN MY CORNER.  I'M TRYING, I SWEAR.  I LOVE YOU DEEPLY, CHARA.  YOU'RE MY BEST FRIEND, MY BETTER HALF, AND MY TRUE LOVE."

"Paaap... I lo-ugh... I love-"  Before she could finish her sentence, Chara hit the bowl with another bout of nausea.

"WELL, I'M SORRY MY DECLARATION OF TRUE LOVE MADE YOUR STOMACH TURN."

"Now is not... ugh... a good time for your smartass remarks..."

"SORRY, DEAR.  JUST TRYING TO BE LIGHTHEARTED TO HELP YOU FEEL BETTER.  BABY, I'M GOING TO MAKE MY BED ON THE COUCH SO I CAN HEAR YOU AND STINKER IF EITHER OF YOU NEED ME."

"Thank you... I love you... my best friend, my rock, my husband..."

"I LOVE YOU TOO.  TRY TO REST, LOVE."  It wasn't a lie.  Papyrus really did miss his family while working so much and would rather be home wrestling with his brood.  He truly preferred his lovely wife stay home and be comfortable while taking care of the other responsibilities.  But, he would also rather bust his proverbial ass at his own business, as his own boss, while doing what he loved than go back to working a mundane desk job sorting paperwork for someone else.  He loved working with his sister in law, but the politics he could do without.  He was much happier even if it meant sacrificing a little time now for more in the future because he didn't plan on going like this forever and looked forward to retiring earlier than he could if he were still with the Embassy.  His business had brought in more than enough to sustain them and provide luxuries, but only because he was so meticulously involved with it day in and day out for the six days it was open.  Papyrus had a plan for the long run and would eventually only be checking in a couple days a week or if they were short on occasion.  His passion was cooking, true.  And, he loved it, yes.  However, his true love was his family and being a husband and a father more than anything.

@papara-week

[sneakyfox55]

ghngghghg i just wanna. kiss him,

[aikoiya]

Exactly! My preferred avenue!

Even better if you treat Maddie & Jack as individuals with their own personal experiences, traumas, & biases regarding ghosts & their reasoning behind their views.

For me, I tend to hc Jack as being the one who would be quickest to change his beliefs & that Maddie would take longer.

Yes, Jack's egotistical, but I see him as being he's egotistical in a very similar way to how Papyrus from Undertale is also egotistical. In that, he holds himself in high regard & sees himself as great, but he also sees those he loves & cares for in the same way.

Meanwhile, I see Maddie as much more stubborn & biased in her beliefs, but this is partially due to the Flynn Walker thing.

Flynn Walker being a reimagining of Flynn Fenton from the Butch Hartman pictures where Jack & Maddie had another son named Flynn, who was kidnapped by ghosts as a kid. In this re-imagining, Flynn is instead Jack & Maddie's nephew & son of Alicia Walker & her now ex-husband. They'd been visiting the Fentons at the time & Jack was supposed to be watching the kids while Maddie, Alicia, & her husband were out getting something.

But, when Jack wasn't paying attention, Flynn was stolen away by ghosts who took him into the Ghost Zone through the still unfinished portal.

Naturally, Alicia blamed Jack, which is why she hates him in the show. This was also the event that would put strain on Alicia & her husband's relationship until they divorced.

I tend to hc that this plus other traumatizing experiences as a child would cause Maddie to have a bigger grudge against ghosts than Jack. In other words, I see her as a tragic bigot. A bigot as a result of past trauma regarding the subject in question.

I think that she'd initially be very resistant & stubborn about this, but if given imperical proof that Danny Phantom was Danny Fenton, that they were not separate entities, that he wasn't possessed... then she would reluctantly believe it, but it would also cause her world to sort of go topsy-tervy inside her own head until she could rationalize her own mental dissonance.

In my mind, one way to go about such would be for her to use the Fenton Ghost Catcher on him, then immediately uses the Thermos on Phantom.

Now, obviously, Fenton would want Phantom back, but Maddie would essentially say that it was for his own good before hiding the Thermos away.

... But I honestly don't think that this is something sustainable. Because, as we see in the show, they aren't just separated physically. It also affects both halves' personalities.

Also, keep in mind that we don't ever see them at 2 separate individuals for longer than that one episode.

So, it's entirely possible that their health might begin to deteriorate the longer they are 2. And, eventually, both may even die completely without the other.

Think the end of Steven Universe where his Gem is removed from him.

Something like that, but slower.

And, because of this, I also think that Fenton would likely be missing a bunch of biologically necessary components or that they would be unstable now due to how very integrated ectoplasm was into his DNA. Remember, "hiw molecules got all rearranged."

So, I imagine that everything else in him all the way down to his molecular makeup was likely altered, too.

And, it would likely get to the point where Maddie & Jack had to examine him to understand just... why? Possibly even thinking that maybe there was still ectoplasm left that, without Phantom there to control it, was poisoning their boy.

But they would find that he was back down to normal levels of ectocontamination for an Amity Parker which shouldn't have any affect on him at all.

So why was he deteriorating?

And the pressure & worry & fear for his life would begin to mount until Jazz & Danny's friends put on a heist to free Phantom.

Like, maybe they get one of Danny's ghost allies to distract the Fentons by making them think that they were going to hurt Danny & while they were distracted with protecting their son, the Team would actually save him.

Only to find that Phantom... wasn't doing okay...

Like... imagine Dani & the other clones. He's destabilizing, but... like... it's more like he's fading & evaporating & falling apart at once... Like he's losing cohesion...

Almost seeming to dissolve into mist before reconstituting himself. They can barely touch him & he's so very quiet. He looks like a gaunt Victorian child stricken with the plague. Not to mention his hollow cheeks making him look like he hasn't eaten in years & the dark circles under his exhausted eyes.

So, Sam, in a fit of brilliance, gets the Fenton Fishing Pole & ties the line around Phantom's waist to pull him towards Fenton.

But as they get close, Jack & Maddie return to see... They've never really seen anything like this before.

There are angry questions & fearful attempts to protect, but then Danny... he whispers, "Mom..." & then Phantom looks up, his eyes beginning to lose their glow, fading like to reveal a hauntingly familiar, but now clouded over, empty & faded blue. And he finishes, "...I'm scared..." The echo in his voice, now gone, leaving him to sound exactly like their son. And at that moment, the Danny in the bed let out one final sigh & goes completely still...

And, that was when the ghostly glow that Phantom normally had also began to blink out of existence to show raven hair & a now horrifyingly familiar white hazmat suit with black accents, the left arm fried to a crisp. The... phantom? Lifts the arm tiredly to look at his hand in confusion. Revealing a burning circle in the center of his palm with the word 'ON' underneath it as though seared into his flesh. As though only mildly surprised, he gives a quiet, breathy, "Oh..." before starting to fall forward slowly as his form faded away like a puff of smoke dissipating in the wind to leave a glowing orb to tink against the ground with a sound not unlike that of a glass wind chime.

It's glow seemed to flicker & fade.

Shaking with wide-eyes, they all turn to look at the Danny in the bed, Maddie surging forward to try & shake him awake, before reaching up shakily to feel for a pulse...

...

..

.

... "Nothing..." She whispered in shock & horror, quiet tears coming to her stricken eyes.

That was when Jack gently, but insistently pushed Maddie out of the way & began to perform CPR on his son. "Come on..." He pushed down on his chest, eyes shiny with tears.

The kids were... they were panicking! Sam was hyperventilating as she clutched the orb in her hands, holding it to her chest protectively as she mumbled, desperately that it was still flickering so he had to still be there while Tucker was frantically searching his PDA on how to restart a person's heart without a defibrillator & Jazz seemed to be going over ways to get the "his Core" back inside him at a frenzied pace, her eyes darting around wildly as though literally seeing the options in front of her before dismissing one after the other.

The world around her began to darken & close in around Maddie as her reality narrowed down to this singular point in time.

What did they do? What did they DO!?

She trembled, frozen as she too began to hyperventilate.

Jack's voice was getting frantic. "Come one! You're a Fenton, Dann-o! You're... You're a hero! You can do anything!"

Tucker began chattering about how if they could restart his heart within the next 10 minutes, they might be able to push Danny & his Core through the Merge side of the Ghost Catcher to put them back together!

That was when Jack stood up straight, looked at Maddie, & realizing what was happening, something shifted in him as he grabbed her upper arms & got up close to look her dead in the eye. "Mads, look at me. Dann-o needs us. I'm gonna go juryrig a pair of d-fibs, but I need you to keep doing CPR or we might lose him for good." He was strangely calm & gentle, but firm & insistent.

At his words, Maddie's eyes seemed to focus again, shifting to look at him & take in his words before, with a shaky breath, she nodded, brows furrowed as those steal nerves of hers snapped back into place.

With that, Jack gave a slightly cracked thousand watt smile before telling the kids to get a few things as he rand to get his tools.

In the end, they manage to get Danny's heart started & his lungs pumping again, but it was weak & halting.

And, almost in response to his renewed life, the orb's glow became stronger, but was still weak & flickered like a candle close to going out.

The kids began to urge them to have put Danny & the "Core" through the Ghost Catcher, but she was still resistant. So, Sam snapped, telling the Fenton woman to look for herself as she marched up to Danny with the orb & held it close to him.

Maddie & Jack jerked forward to try & stop her, but Jazz yelled at them to look at Danny.

... And they did... & he suddenly... looked so much healthier & the orb was glowing brighter & more steady in it's rhythm. More like, "A heartbeat?" Maddie asked in slight awe at how it seemed to pulse in perfect sync with the beeping of Danny's heart on the monitor.

"They're 2 pieces of the same whole. They can't survive without the other."

So, Jack picked his son up & yelled to get to the Ghost Catcher as he booked it. They all rushed down, Maddie looking to Jazz & asking if she was sure that this would work, who responded with, "what else can we do?"

Anyway, they turn on the Ghost Catcher & Sam places the orb in the fold of Danny's arms. Then, with a hesitant look at his wife who just wanted her baby back, Jack pushed his son through the Merge side where Danny was caught by Maddie.

The orb gone & Danny with a much healthier color to him & his breathing now deeper, though still unconscious & very weak & sickly looking.

...

Sorry, when I see a really good idea, sometimes I just can't stop myself.

But yeah, I definitely think there'd be a degree of "you're the exception because you're half human & not dead" to Maddie's behavior afterwards if not both.

Though, I also think that once he knew that Danny was alright, Jack would go back to his old self & would very excitedly begin to brainstorm inventions to help his son to fight & catch ghost better.

Though, I also think that it'd take a lot of adjusting as I see Jack tending to start talking about experimenting on ghosts only to then add Danny & go, "Oooh... sorry Dann-o..."

i get why so many fics have either good reveal or bad reveal for the fenton parents, but consider: the infinite expanse of "its complicated"

they see danny as an exception (because he isnt really a ghost!)

they believe him but disregard what that means for him, supportive in theory but not in practice (sure he is a half-ghost, but why does he have to [insert ghostly thing here]?)

they dont believe that he is a ghost but do believe that something happened and want to help, however the way they try to help is questionable. (if danny was suffering from delusions [he isnt], they would be playing into them. they [think] they know it isnt real, but believe that indulging him is better than any other option)

they believe him and support him, but that doesnt change that they are bad parents regardless and therefore neglect their children. if asked they have completly changed their view on ghosts, but now they have so much more to study and are around even less as a result. maybe they only interact with their children for research purposes.

or they dont belive or support him, but do their best to be attentive and loving parents. maybe they have convinced themselves of a different explanation (the fanon liminal lore perhaps). while they protect and love danny, they disregard what he says and undermine his experiences.

thats just some situations i could think of right now.

[greenelectricsky]

08.12 - candles! 🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️🕯️

Papyrus has a difficult relationship with candles. He absolutely hates them when they are too close to his precious books. He also loves them when he wants to clear his mind and can watch their flames for hours.

(Papyrus is my oc, he lives in the library and loves detective stories, murder mysteries and similar genres.)

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Rumpleteazer: Jerrie, stop playing with flame.

Mungojerrie: But it's fuuuuuuun!

Rumpleteazer: It was also "fun" when you burned half of the fur on your paw?

Mungojerrie, stop his moves remembering it: Nope... Not at all... Ouch!

Rumpleteazer, rolling her eyes: Again?

Mungojerrie: But you distracted me!

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Munkustrap and Skimbleshanks finally had time for a proper date with romantic dinner, candles and all that jazz. Now they sit together, cuddled, sipping wine in low, warm light.

Skimbleshanks: I don't know where you get those candles, but they are amazing.

Munkustrap, leaning on his husband's side: Misto gave them to me.

Skimbleshanks: Oh? It's really nice of him.

Munkustrap: He said he knows how much I like watching your eyes with so much colourful lights around.

Skimbleshanks, amused: How many times you talked with him about my eyes?

Munkustrap, flustered: Probably too many for his liking...

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Munkustrap: Jerrie... What is going on? Why are you hiding?

Mungojerrie, ears flat, almost sobbing: Because you should be angry at me and you're not and...

Munkustrap, hugging Jerrie: Shhhh... It's alright. You didn't want to destroy it.

Mungojerrie: But I wanted to play with it even if I knew I shouldn't because it is so easy to break...

Munkustrap: Jerrie, it's only a candle. Yes, I like their scent, but that's all...

Mungojerrie: You aren't angry? Really?

Munkustrap, with warm smile: Nope.

Mungojerrie, ears perked: So... Can I play with next one?

Munkustrap: I never said that. Keep yourself far away from them.

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Rumpleteazer: You're alright?

Victoria: Yes, Teaz, I'm cool, don't worry.

Rumpleteazer: Of course I'm worried, luv! We did it at the last moment!

Victoria: But we did it and we're safe now.

Rumpleteazer: Yeah, but the date...

Victoria: Don't worry. We can do it tomorrow? But less candles next time? Or at last less suddenly moves around them...

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WARNING!!!! ABOUT SEX!!!!

Rum Tum Tugger: Can we try something new?

Skimbleshanks: Like what?

Rum Tum Tugger: I've seen it once... You light a candle like that... wait a few moments... and you spill it on your lover.

Skimbleshanks in his "conductor voice": Put it down, boy. There is not a chance I'll get it out of my fur. And it's even less likely you get it out of yours.

Rum Tum Tugger: Yes, sir!

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[nadineselfships-archived]

Me: i'm feeling masc rn

Person: *ignores me and refers to me with she/her within 0.2 seconds*

Me: a h

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Me: i'm feeling masc but dw abou-

My f/o's: YOU LOOK SO HANDSOME TODAY BABY!! MY GORGEOUS HUSBAND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!! *refers to me with he/they the rest of the day*

Me: *ugly sobbing* I l o v e y o u

[skeleboiii84]

Okay here me out...MafiaSwap Papyrus x Reader...

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Yes yes yes! Yes!!

Are you implying that we can have our hawt smokey boi in a suit!? With a 1930's mob boss accent!?

Sign me the fawk upppppp!! Everything about this ask is perfect 🤌

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You really think you can come in here lookin' all dolled up darlin'~?🧡

( a mafiaswap papyrus x reader) spicy fluff

You just became a new intern at your husband's mafia office. You got the job pretty easily seeing as you are the boss' wife. When you came in wearing a black skirt that went down to about your thigh with a lil slit, matched with a black waistcoat and white shirt with a black tie.

As soon as he laid eyes on you he got up from his desk to give you a very intimate kiss tounge and all. When you pushed him back "sorry sir but we have business to be doing" you grabbed him by his tie to pull him in "don't wanna get to distracted~ boss~".

He let out a low chuckle and slapped your ass "sure thing, but you really think you can come in here lookin' all dolled up like that darlin'~" he smirked and lifted up your left thigh to bring to his waist. "Just because I'm your wife doesn't mean you can harass me while I'm doing my job~" you put the papers in your hand on his desk behind you and wrapped your arms around him.

You both leaned in to each other as you felt the tent in his trousers roll off your warmth due to how he had your leg around him, when all of a sudden "WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING!?", uh oh it was blue..

"Oh uh hey bro.. Uhum.. Talk about baddd timing huh? " he looked back at you as you sighed and removed yourself from his grip. "Sorry blue" you apolozied nervously.

"Don't worry about it human it's my brother who should control himself not you!" He huffed at papyrus. "You can say that again", you teased looking back at papyrus, which caused him to raise a brow at you.

Blue marched up to papyrus dumped about 20 papers on his desk and explained that the needed to be signed for the next few missions to take place.

Papyrus with a sigh nodded as you giggled at him. Once blue left you immediately pressed yourself to his teeth. "Don't be too upset handsome, you can have every single bit of me once you get home~" you let your finger travel up and down his button up shirt.

You swear you saw a lil bit of drool seep out of his mouth as you waved and winked at him before leaving his office.

(Let's just say you had some noodle legs the next day👀👀)

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Aaaaaaaaa!! I love this I love this I love thissssss!!

Thank you sooo much anon sweetie for requesting such a great idea I loved every second of writing it!! 🧡🧡

I love him so much & I love youu!! 🧡

Hope you enjoy it as much as I doo👀👀