you're a tragedy starting to happen

multimuse blog focusing on characters from Undertale and assorted AUs. 18+ only, multiship/au/crossover friendly!

[bythebonefire]

I’m working on updating my muse page, but for the time being, going to add links to bios and whatnot here.

W.D. Gaster

Mafiafell Gaster and Mafiafell Papyrus

Grillby Ferno (Underfell Grillby) Flambeau (Underswap Grillby) - [under construction] Orion (Outertale Grillby) - [under construction]  Luciano (Mobtale Grillby) - [under construction]

[strangeandun-muse-ual]

So I'll c̴̢͔̩̫͒̈̃̏o̵̠͇͇͗̔̎͆r̶̲͖̘̘̕͠r̵̮̾̃̈́u̶̯̐͒̄͘p̴̺͗̇̿͝t̵̳̤̦̮̫̂̆́, manipulate, control what they see

I am the master of o̶̩̓̎̈́́͒b̷̢̡̳̜̓̓̄̒s̷̝͉̟̲̄́͂̊͘c̷̙͖̖̪̅͌́͠ų̵̬̗̦̀̕r̸̰̖̗̲̥͗i̷̟̝̋͗͝n̵̳̭̗̹̍́̍g̵̯͖̬̾͆͑ through our technology

I'll sell your every single weakness back to you for a f̵̗̺̙̻̤̓̄̂͊͛e̵̻͕͍̔̑͂e̷̩͖̘̼̭̿͑͊͌

Don't be a f̷̝̃ͅo̴̻͑͗̑o̴̗͔͂͘͝ĺ̷̩̹̊͒ ̵͈̤͗͒̕ standin' there droolin--

G̷͈̈E̵͓̐͒T̶̡̳̦͛̍͝ ̷̟̯̄T̵̮̓H̵͇͔͓͗̚Ȏ̶̧͚̝͘S̶͍̹̖͐̇́E̶̳̊̀̉ ̴̫̱̓͌Ȇ̴̬̽Y̵̛͚̏̀ͅÉ̸̡͖͉̆͘Ṡ̵̺͌̿ ̴̮͈̃O̴̙̱͌́͜N̷͉̺͌ ̶̫̯́M̴̟̅Ė̶͍̫͜

indie multimuse blog featuring characters from hazbin hotel and helluva boss || 18+ only please! || crossover and multiship friendly || written by spacy

[bythebonefire]

‘Oh, it’s almost Valentine’s Day?’

‘--I hadn’t noticed. I hadn’t made any plans for it, honestly. I’m an adult, after all, not some teenager fussing over what homemade sweets to give their crush. I’m just a business owner, trying to run his restaurant. The most busy monster-run restaurant in town. And tomorrow is a day that couples go out to dinner together at restaurants together, on dates. It’s a work night for me, you know. A profitable one! I’m busy. It’s okay. Some people are busy on Valentine’s Day.’ 

[spookyscientistskeleton-moved]

Go on a date with Grillby!

‘… Right, yeah, I don’t know about…’

‘…’

‘Goodness, I am so very heterosexual today, it’s such a wonderful day to sexually appreciate women, I think today I’m going to wear a snapback to the gym, sit on public transportation with my legs as wide open as possible, and argue with my other heterosexual male friends about Football and Cars while drinking a terrible beer brand that we’re all unreasonably loyal too. I too enjoy breasts.’  

[averagetm-archive-deactivated20]

             ❛❛ I’ve never had a Valentine  . . .  I don’t think it’ll be changing this year either.  ❜❜     knowing her, she would probably be working through the day . . .

[bythebonefire]

“Hm. The holiday is not really much-practiced in the monster cities.”

“... What exactly does it... entail.” 

[bythebonefire]

I honestly really want to have an honest go at writing at least Grillby again, but I’ve just been stuck in such a rut with RP for the past several months now that idek how to get myself back out there. :\ It’s getting frustrating. 

that said I’m still around Discord. I’ll try doing--something around here at least lmao

[maxswonderfulmemes]

Send ◓ for information about my muse’s pokemon team.

If your muse doesn’t have one, instead talk about what their team would be.

[bythebonefire]

WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

love as hunger

[ love as ravenous desire, love as something fragrant and home-built ] when florence welch said "we all have a hunger" and when jenny slate asked "who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?" and when violet trefusis wrote "I want you hungrily, frenziedly. passionately. I am starving for you..." and when anne carson asked "what are we made of but hunger and rage?"

love as tenderness

[ love as gentleness after a lifetime of cruelty ] when ocean vuong said "sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you've been ruined" and when pablo neruda said "like a jar you housed the infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar" and when anais mitchell wrote "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, and now i wanna hold you, too”

love as violence

[ love as bloodshed, crimson as a knife slipped between your ribs ] when ocean vuong said "to arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration" and when franz kafka said "you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love" and when ada limon said "how do you love? like a fist. like a knife" and when richard siken said "sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine"

[d3ad-ratz]

Grillby has had enough

I dunno just this kind of personality with grillby is funny

[pillowgraveyard]

[bythebonefire]

Gonna try and start the new year off on a good note and be more active around here!

For the time being that does mean I’m clearing my drafts/inbox. I am sorry that I’ve been kinda touch-and-go for the past couple of months. If I’m being honest, a lot of shit happened in the middle and back half of 2022 that really cut the throat of my creativity, but I want to power through that. This blog and the muses I have here are really special to me, and I want to reconnect with them. 

So!

Yeah!

I’ll probably do a starter or plotting call soon or something.

[bythebonefire]

dxrksideroyalty​:

“You know what’s an underappreciated kink?

Cervix penetration.”

‘... Call me vanilla but don’t that like, really hurt or somethin’?’

‘I mean like, so I hear.’ 

[bythebonefire]

Grillbz as a bartender in a HH/HB verse though. 

I’m not sure if I’m thinking a hellborn demon here or a sinner. I could go either way on it. I could see him as a veteran in life that got condemned due to the number of people he had to kill in combat, or I could see him as some kind of entity born out of literal hellfire that’s been hanging around since Time Immemorial just trying to run his damn business and keep his head down. 

[bythebonefire]

Does your muse like being asked out, or do they prefer to do the asking? Mfell Papyrus

Romantic Relationship HQs || Not accepting

Honestly Papyrus has basically zero experience in that area, and most of the example he’s had for any degree of “courtship” has been observing his brothers. And to summarize on that front: 

Wings (chronic womanizer, keeps most of his liaisons superficial due to his focus on his work/inability to trust enough for a genuine relationship)

Sans (stares at the entirety of Sooner or Later)

So his understanding of those kind of relationships is fairly skewed. On the flipside, Papyrus in all his forms is someone who wants to be loved and admired, so being pursued in that way? Would really make him happy! To a point where I think... he really wouldn’t hear what you’re saying anymore once he’s pieced together that you’re trying to ask him out. He’s internally frantic, re-reading your past signals, making up many signals that probably were never there, and desperate to make sure that he’s responding to this situation in “the right way.” Is there a handbook for this??? Surely there is a handbook!!! Why have they not published a handbook?!?

I don’t think it generally occurs to him to ask someone out, just because it requires a degree of self-awareness about one’s feelings that I don’t really think Papyrus has. Again, he doesn’t have any real experience in this sort of thing himself, so it’s easy for him to write off an ongoing crush as just... a very strong fondness! He admires and respects you very much. Platonically! What a great Friend you are. I think the closest he’d really get is very intensely asking you out for a Friend Get-Together that absolutely is a date, but he doesn’t have the personal context to address it as such. 

[sillyprompts]

Vanilla Sunday Meme

For muns who aren’t into explicit sexual content, but don’t mind approaching the topic. Feel free to cross out any questions you aren’t comfortable with!

Is your muse a romantic? Do they dream of love and marriage?

Is your muse a deviant? Are they overly flirtatious or forward?

Is your muse good at kissing? Are they experienced?

Does your muse initiate a lot of physical contact?

Is your muse comfortable with public displays of affection? 

Does your muse steal clothing from their partner?

Is your muse the big spoon or the little spoon?

Is your muse comfortable with, or proud of their body? Are they insecure?

Is your muse attracted to any features in particular?

Have their crushes been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split?

Have their partners been mostly male, mostly female, or evenly split? 

Is your muse easily flustered? Do they blush, swear, etc.?

Where is your muse most sensitive? 

Is your muse more submissive or dominant in a relationship? 

Would your muse ever tempt their partner, e.g. flirting, wearing tight/sexy clothing?

Does your muse initiate heated/sexual contact, or do they wait for their partner?

Does your muse leave hickies? Do they ask for them?

Does your muse like to be pinned down, or to pin their partner? 

Has your muse reached first/second/third base? Home run? 

Would your muse be interested in engaging with multiple partners?

Would your muse ever send a sexual text message? Would they send pictures?

Does your muse read smut, own magazines, or watch p-rn?

Is your muse the type to discuss their sex life or sexual prowess with others?

Is your muse a top, a bottom, or a switch? Do they have a lean?

How interested is your muse in sex and sexual activity?

Do they have sex frequently, occasionally, or rarely?

[bythebonefire]

So uh!

I know I haven’t been around much lately, and I do really apologize for that.

Things have been pretty chaotic IRL for the last month or so, and this month isn’t shaping up to be much different, with a ton of deadlines and whatnot keeping me busy, and leaving me sapped for creativity when I do have free time. It’s been a challenge to get on here lately, though I do still definitely want to write. 

I’ll still be around here and there when I can. But for the time being, you’re also welcome to give me a follow over on Discord! I’m happy to chat, plot, or do some RP shenanigans over there. 

Thanks for your patience, babes! Love you all!

[bythebonefire]

Indrid takes Ferno's hand in his and freezes, his blood running cold. Ironic, since he was in contact with a fire elemental. What he saw made him dizzy. Several paths criss-crossed this way and that, overlapping one another but never intersecting. There were an impossible number of futures; ones where he lived, ones where he died, most where he did himself in. Indrid found it hard to focus solely on this Ferno's future, but managed it in the end.

Eyes blinked behind red tinted glasses as he reeled slightly, pulling his hand away. Indrid was shaking slightly, trying to comprehend what he'd just seen.

"Be careful who you trust in your fight against this so called king of yours. Someone is aiming to tear apart your operation from the inside and many of those you care for immensely will die from it." ((@pine-guards-chosen-one ))

The palm reading had been a whim, after a bit of drunken egging on from his closest comrades over one too many drinks. Ferno, stone sober himself, had just been grateful for a few minutes away from the carousing--and from the temptation therein. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected. Maybe something about a long life line, a dark stranger in his future, the typical kind of stuff. He’d make a dumb joke about hoping the dark stranger had a nice pair of tits, and he’d laugh, pay the guy, and go on with his night.

He hadn’t really been expecting the way the guy flinched the second he took his hand. It didn’t seem to be part of a bit. Ferno blinked, head tilting as he watched him. ‘You, uh... okay there, buddy?’ 

His answer was the sudden release of his hand, and the reading of a fortune that nearly made Ferno himself freeze. For a moment, his expression shifted to one of suspicion. Not one to believe in fortune tellers, he wondered if this was someone’s way of relaying information to him. He could’ve written it off. Probably should have. And yet...

Ferno glanced back over his shoulder, in the direction of where his best officers were still drinking the night away, chatting up ladies, trading stories. 

‘... Eh, guess that’s not too surprising,’ he said, somewhat distractedly, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Probably never been an uprising that didn’t hafta deal with that. An’ it fits the old goat’s MO, I’d say.’ He smirked. ‘If he does have an informant, suppose it’s a sign he sees us as a threat. Heh.’ 

But that did raise the most important question though, didn’t it?

Assuming it was true. Assuming there were people in his ranks he couldn’t trust. Assuming lives depended on him handling that decisively. 

What would Ferno, as the head of this resistance, do about it? 

His expression was... pensive. Not necessarily conflicted, but thoughtful, as he weighed over the dilemma carefully. 

‘Welp,’ he said, shrugging his shoulders. ‘I’ll just have to figure out who it is then. And then...’ he laughed, ‘we’ll all beat the snot out of ‘em. And once that’s done--I’ll make ‘em listen to reason.’ There was humor behind the words, but there was an understanding behind those eyes--that it would never be that simple. That nothing in this world was ever that simple. If what the fortune teller told him was true, Ferno would have to make the call. And he would make it, if he had to. 

But until then, he had to have hope. He had to believe--with absolute certainty--in his way of doing things, in the decisions he made, in the future he wanted to build up for their people. 

Kill or be killed was not going to govern their world anymore. He would tear Asgore down from his throne, and show through example that it could be done. And if he would do that, it would have to start now.

‘Thanks for the advice, stranger,’ he said, getting up from the seat. ‘C’mon--why don’tcha come have a drink with me an’ the boys, eh?’