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kanye west, he likes big fingers in his ass
This song plays whenever my Sans walks into a room.
@meeouch from here bc weāre both garbage
āPfft.ā
āYāYouāre the gross one.ā
āiām gross? iām so hurt by that, Ays.ā he says; (somehow) blowing a raspberry right next to her ear just afterwards, to emphasise how much pain sheās put him in. āso hurt.ā
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Itās Raining Somewhere Else
I wanted to draw Sans in Jamesā suit, so I did. He is now a man that consists entirely of regret.
Sans may have not been the most eloquent monster around, but he was trying at the very least. Aysel wasnāt really one to talk, social situations always made her uncomfortable and most of the time the right words were too hard to find. Talking with Sans though, itā¦was easy. She didnāt feel like not answering fast enough or saying what she wanted to say would result in him getting upset. Well, not angry at least.
Smiling softly she handed over the nice cream, letting out an airy giggle.Ā āJust eat it Sans. You brought me all the way out here, the least I can do is share.ā She wasnāt going to take no for an answer, forcefully pushing the stick of the frozen treat into his hand before turning back around in her seat. Another gust of wind rustled itās way through her hair and coat, Aysel wishing desperately that Snowdin was just a little less snowy.
Aysel chewed nervously on her bottom lip, worrying it between sharp teeth before she looked over her shoulder, hugging herself for warmth.Ā āSans I hate to be a burden, butā¦would it be okay if I stayed over tonight? I know itās weird but the wind is picking up, and I donāt want you to have to spend your evening walking me home.ā She could feel her face starting to burn, worry creeping itself up inside of her. What if she was asking for too much? What if he said no? She could always go home on her own, but she didnāt know the area that wellā¦Aysel sucked in a trembling breath, her hands beginning to fidget with the fur of her tail. Let him answer you first, she told herself. There was no reason to jump to conclusions.
Guess that answers that! He wouldnāt protest this time, since sheād likely just refuse in turn. Itās too chilly out here to keep dawdling, too. He needed both hands to push her chair with though, so the skeleton was rendered silent for a while after accepting Aysels nicecream... It did taste nice, in a way, though the ketchup still reigned supreme. Rather sweet; Aysel all over.
Ā Ā Youād have thought her next request would come as a shock- but keep in mind that he expected it to be posed earlier. In fact, Sans thought he was going to have to convince her to stay the night. Which would be nigh impossible, probably, but itās late and cold.
āsure. itās not weird, i was gonna ask you to anyways.ā No lie there. The house would be too quiet tonight as is. He rolled the (now finished) nicecream stick between his teeth, thinking over the situation. Heās not the one with any quarrels, but would Aysel really be fine with staying at another house overnight?
āPap is sleeping over with Undyne ān Alphys, so you get to ācruise while you snoozeā tonight i guess.ā He is not giving up his bed. Nonono. Thereās multiple reasons for that. Lord almighty. If it was anybody else heād tell them the sofa is available, but thatās about as comfortable as Sansā bed is: Not much. Aysel could do with a decent rest as is. ā...if you donāt mind goinā in Papyrusā bed, i mean. the couch is, heh... pretty damn solid. itās more of an āouchā.ā
Sibling AU
āYouāre determined to protect this pure-hearted being with all your heart!ā
Frisk tries desperately to early instill in Papyrus the sense of safety & cautiousness around strangers. Sadly, it ends in a loving & warm hug.
Inspired by a video of a young mother trying to teach her daughter about the danger of strangers. It was very cute and I think Papy would act the same as the daughter had! :-D
Old habits die hard as the saying goes, and that case only seemed to be especially true for Aysel. The idea of troubling anyone, especially the people she had quickly grown to call friends, literally at times made her sick to her stomach. A cold breeze swept itās way past them and Aysel shivered, huddling herself back against her chair, long tail curling itself on her lap.
āI just donāt want you to ever feel like you have to be my friends just because Iām sickā¦I know how you are Sans, youāre a little lazy but you donāt like seeing people alone, and you tend to not cut yourself enough slack.ā She glanced over her shoulder to stare at him pointedly, though her gaze lacked any semblance of anger; it was soft, concerned. Soon though she sighed and looked away, quickly taking bites out of her nice cream now that it was starting to soften.
āJustā¦promise me that if you do get tired ofāof all this you wonāt stay for my benefit, okay? Iām a big girl, I can handle things.ā As if to try and drive the point home she gave him a smile, though it didnāt quite reach her eyes. Of course sheād accept Sans and the others deciding against being her friend any longer, she couldnāt blame them anymore than she could blame herself for being sick (though she often did), but that didnāt mean she liked the idea of it all.Ā āāSans, did you already eat all yours?ā Aysel asked suddenly, her brows scrunching in disbelief as she peered over the top of her chair to see that yes, all he had was the stick. Shaking her head, she smiled and offered what was left of hers.Ā āHere. Itās good but Iām getting too cold, you can have whatās left of mine.ā
āaw cāmon, you know me. i cut myself all the slack.ā he said with airy laughter, unwilling to indulge in his any of his woes. Honestly, thereās never going to be a time & place for that. It can wait... and wait some more after that. Might as well put what little leftover energy there is into being at least somewhat helpful elsewhere. Aysel needs it more than he does right now.
Ā Ā Just loving somebody to bits isnāt enough to make them feel better, thatās the thing. Even doing more than that might not have an impact, but making an attempt can be all the difference they need sometimes. On the flipside, trying too hard to make other people feel better whilst youāre in the proverbial gutter? It hurts. The feline monster before Sans was likely pretty āguiltyā of that. She should be the one taking her own advice, here. Stubborn to a fault, huh?
āAys, i know you donāt believe me- or maybe you do, but canāt really...?ā A sweeter wording eluded him, itās not the skeletons forte. Being fairly blunt has its advantages, certainly, but not in moments like these. Sans might not be the most expressive monster either, but his eyes were as soft and well-meaning as his intentions. ābut nobody is friends with you because youāre sick. weāre friends because weāre friends, thatās how it is.ā
The seriousness made him cringe, but Aysel offering up her treat was ample distraction for a moment. At first he waved her off: itās hers. She came all this way; the least he can do is let her finish the damn thing, surely... But if sheās really that cold... āyou drive a hard bargain, you know that?ā
Long post. Vague spoilers for Ib under the cut. Also this plot is iffy as all hell, Iām an easily pleased person.
Alright, so-
Without sugar-coating it, itās basically the events of Ib but twisted a bit to match Undertale vaguely. Iām not trying to pawn this off as original in anyyyy way, no worries.
Okay so parralels and basics summed up:
Itās a mix of Ib and Undertale, mostly Ib. The museum is the setting.
Decent knowledge of the first game would be necessary, not tons though. Ib is super short, at least.
Honestly, itās just the events of Ib but with a twist. Iām garbage.
The environment is more hostile than UT, thatās a given. The fake museum is still dangerous and full of puzzles/traps to navigate.
The āexchange rateā is wildly different. Rather than one human = one painting itās one human = a ton of the paintings. This is to make up for the fact thereās likely only gonna be a single human involved rather than two.
^ The human doesnāt have to be Frisk. At all. But itād be preferable if itās not somebody with superhuman powers ān stuff. Just an average buddy.
Stuff I havenāt quite thought through yet:
Character placement. The human is easy, theyāll start off nearly the same as Ib does. The paintings are a bit more tricky. I know where Flowey would potentially go though.
Which characters are āsafeā and which are hostile. Though most will probably start off as at least a little hostile anyways? But some murderous ones are needed and Iām just here like āah shitā.
Actual plot direction. Since it depends on the human aspect again. If this ever happened yāall would need to discuss that with eachother.
Main Cast:
3-4 people
( ^ You never know when somebody has irl stuff to do. Yāknow the rules, no yellinā at folk if they do have to hop off or take a while. Itās just for fun! )
1 x human
2/3 x accompanying or opposing monsters/paintings. ( Or one of each. Again, the nerds pulling this off would need some discussion. )
Optional - A ādungeon masterā kind of player. This probably sounds boring to play as but itās what Iād grab here given the choice. *
* Basically, inbetween the characters posts you get to set the scene a bit more, and start trouble or other events. This gives you the option of playing every other character/NPC you want to do so. Be devious.
DETAILED STUFF. ISH. AS IF THIS POST WASNāT LONG ENOUGH.
The museum is still the same deal but a teeny-tiny bit less intense. Thereās still puzzles, still some really dangerous traps. Thereās no monsters like in UT, thatās where the living painting stuff comes in.
Ā Ā The deal with the paintings is still the same, too: They want out and into the real world.
BUT. Anybody here whoās actually played Ib will know you basically have to sacrifice one real person to let any of the fake ones out. Thereās a few ways this can go. Again, if this were to even remotely happen, somehow; discussion is key.
The first few plot options that come to mind are these, because Iām a dirty rotten ālil thief. Thereās probably better stuff to pull off, but Iām drawing a bit of a blank.
Human befriends everybody in the fake museum and weeps because they have to go home to their real fam. *snrk*
Human tries to ignore the paintings and just runs the heck outta there.
Human stays behind by themselves in the empty museum, to let the fake inhabitants leave.
^ Or they stay behind and hope some of the things stay with them, but thatād probably be the trickiest bc the paintings always want out. Gotta Befriend āEm All.
Bonus - The fake mother at the end could potentially be a good bit of angst rather than a poor last minute pull attempt jfc.
Iāve thought out a bit more but this post is already really long wHEEZES HARDER.
TL;DR: The mun is mash-up loving garbage Iām so sorry.
To: Sans From: Aysel
āI swear Iām notĀ KITTENĀ around.ā
* āyouāre⦠asking meow-t?ā
* ( Sans now looks like a melted puddle on the floor. )
* ( So does the mun, to be honest. )
Gives Sans a knitted scarf. It's saturated blue and incredibly warm. The ends are white, like snow is falling. There's a note stuck to it, written in neat script. "Now you don't have to worry about me or anyone else shoving snow down your shirt. Stay warm Sans ā„ Aysel"
Send my muse an item in my askbox! I will keep it in a āinventoryā where my muse can use it in future threads!
He takes the scarf from her gently, as if thereās even a chance of ruining it if done otherwise. Itās so soft⦠For a moment the skeleton forgot itās for wearing, not petting. The note attached makes him laugh quietly to himself, but he's somewhat too touched for now to make a witty retort. Soon enough Sans is wearing it though; and even sooner after that heās giving Aysel a quick hug.
He seems pretty happy.
Inventory:
* Ayselsā Scarf - As in given by Aysel, you didnāt steal it. Itās warm, fuzzy, and reminds you of your friend. ( Toastiness +2 )