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“You’re hot — too hot, hot damn. I bet most of your patrons leave their phone number for you at the end of the night.”

The crackle of flames flickering, of tender fire popping with movement as unseen eyes settle on the stranger are the only sound that replies. Despite the late hour, Grillby’s appearance remained crisp. No liquor spotted stark white nor did a wrinkle tarnish the smooth planes of his pitch vestment. Hands did not cease their absentminded work. Clementine reflected off the crystal in array of clear shades, but he continued polishing the cup for a moment longer. Reckoned there wasn’t such a thing as too clean. ……….‘specially not come food services.

Tendrils of titian sputter as his head quirks to the side. Sharp angles alight with fire never fold with expression, not even with outright acknowledgment of the other’s flirtatious remark. Wasn’t wrong to say folks had offered numbers—among other things—-to him in the past. Any lot who took to drink always did. Wasn’t a thing particular about it, just another quirk to a century old business. He’d a friend admit that those sweet on him were likely sweeter on the bottle they sipped than the bartender themself. Don’t know why so many sought a free drink with empty hearts, empty lines. Seemed a bit…..odd. Silly too. Even to this day.

Let ‘em share a drink of loneliness, he supposed. Having monsters of all types gather to do that was better then them all sitting elsewhere all lonesome. No other patrons, new or old, spotted the well-tended diner now. Just this one.

Not a word drops. His passing glance acts as a single sign of assent. His silent figure side steps, dropping the rag in a lurking bin below. Hands don’t keep idle for long. A new bottle surfaces. Round and tinted lavender, the elliptical oddity of the whiskey was a recent addition to the cabinet behind him. Its label, a gilded brand that glittered proudly in the late glow, read: Royal Crown. Always’d been a warm fella, both literally and in a metaphorical sense. Those visiting were as well received as those that’d attended his establishment for years on end. So, even new friends with bad lines got a good welcome.

A topper plugged the top of the stained glass. Fashioned to the point of a tiara, the cork was removed with an audible ‘pop!’ Fingers wrap around the neck of the bottle, and sly as the movement was, his index came to barely brush over the opening. So, when the decorative decanter was tipped into the other’s glass, mere whiskey did not pour out. An array of flames instead danced along the amber liquid. Ribbons of soft azure melded seamlessly into beryl. No single color burned the same, however, and shades of blue shifted fast into graceful twists of purples, followed shortly by swinging ruby and gaudy marigold.

Didn’t pour a whole glass, sadly. At the halfway mark, the bottle was lifted. The ring of rose persisted still, blooming last into loops of emerald before finally snuffing with an errant wave. Bounding rays of light return as careful fingertips rest along the rim, the elemental gently sliding the warm beverage towards the customer, a quiet thanks simmering in the stillness. Although a curtain of aloofness never parted with expression during his display, there’s an air of a smile radiating from Grillby. No such grin split stoic features, but he did gracethe comment with a slight shake of his head. No, folks didn’t leave so many numbers for him here these days. Decades back in Hotland, the action wasn’t so uncommon admittedly. Customer flow in Snowdin was a little too slow to be bringin’ that attention forward; that, and the fire elemental thought he was getting a bit too…………old.

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// 9 - What was an important lesson your father taught you?

meme. / no longer accepting!

‘ Love isn’t always beautiful. ‘

Love came in numerous forms. The love of family, of friends, of foes, and the forgotten: these loves were not wondrous during warfare. Love will bring pain. The loss of love, of watching a creature misguided strike down his father, this was not a charming aspect of adoration. There was no poetic ring in his death. There was no blessed comfort of the monster, a monster who’d guided him for centuries, entering a new place of peace. There was no beauty in ashes falling. There was no splendor in them being lost to ravaging winds.

There was no beauty in the splitting of love.

There was shouting, dishes tossed, alcohol burned, shame felt. There was a burning sense of inadequacy. There was unspoken regrets, pain lodged deep in a silent heart. Divorce was not equal in the pain of losing family, but it certainly wasn’t a pretty time.

He never believed in his youth that love could be ugly.

It took seeing it firsthand to believe it.

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❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞

meme. // @softestmood // accepting !

A grim stillness settles.

Eyes, alight with tender white flame, fixate on the odd human before him. Bit too hurtful, that. Many things baffled the elemental come the current day ‘n age; youth liked their cruel jokes, their bitter jabs cutting deep at their own follies. Didn’t seem fair on any of ‘em to him. Every monster, every human, every creature stumbled. Reckoned Fuku had a phase of it. Once. As age strung its victims, Grillby couldn’t mind so much fellow seniors that drifted in. Many ‘round his centuries spoke often of their regrets: lost loves, missed chances, crippling debts, the like. They’d the time to accumulate a lot, most of which were shared under a bold drink in the dead of night.

Can’t figure what possessed some of these young ones, though.

Still got lost with them......may-mays?

His daughter had sent one over his way, and after significant assistance from a dear patron, he’d been able to glimpse its silliness right on the screen. That line was delightful. That angry Chef fella had a grueling humor that sparked up somethin’................

....memories of troublesome teens.

And multiple mischievous endeavors in the military.

He’d felt ill on himself in those days. Thought real shaky in general, he faintly recalled, but matters back in that era were different. Very much so. No worries were cast ‘bout some strangers hatefulness from afar. Too much fear was cast on the folks’ “laws”, their unseen horrors, their dreadfully uncertain futures.

Didn’t see what got these young ones so bothered.

Didn’t understand it either.

However, whether he was of the few who knew, the self-doubt that ridiculed them didn’t dissipate. A choice scolding had no grounds for an emotional matter as this one. Looming in all the soft flames, there is no notable shift to his features. Planes of auburn and marigold remain a flurry of utter despondency. Never known for his speech, Grillby’s silence persists. Couldn’t ponder any words that put depth to his sort’a love. That love, a love that all should carry to their neighbor, was not one confessed.

It was felt. It was given. It was inspired.

Glass clinks as it’s joined by another. Crystal reflects dancing ribbons of his flames, their merry burn never fading with crisp motion. One is set before Vi while the other is sat in front of his own person. The human was but a sparkler so far, old enough to threaten know-how but too spry to compare to a centuries past fire elemental would.

He doesn’t pour a thing strong.

.........just milk.

Not that he cared for any, but a conversation was best kept equal. Thus, it’s with the warmed beverage pushed towards Virote, does he finally give a single, firm shake of his head. He’d never considered the boy a joke. Art was an honor, a privilege to enjoy and a wonder to possess. He’d an admiration for the study. So much, that it’s that he gives a wordless toast to, which is followed by a simple gesture for him to continue.

#softestmood #(.#vi: hah a h im a joke #grillby: love yourself #and he will so struggle to see Vi has an Adult because all humans are so young #all of them #all to him #so whenever some young thing says they're sad #they get a warm glass of milk bc that always seemed to help his fuku #.)#🍺. ╰ ᴼᴿᴰᴱᴿ ᵁᴾ. ╱ ⁱᶜ.#🍸. ╰ .....ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʲᵒᵇ. ╱ ᵗᵒᵖˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵛ.

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GAME GRUMPS SENTENCE STARTERS.

❝ God, what if we just fucked one day? ❞

❝ Don’t sass me in front of the internet. ❞

❝ Follow your stupid fucking dreams. ❞

❝ Come at me scrub lord, I’m ripped. ❞

❝ I just wanna have sex with space. ❞

❝ Get in the tub with me, daddy. ❞

❝ Will you just relax and let me kill for money? ❞

❝ That sounds like your problem. Fuck you. ❞

❝ Stay in school. Don’t do drugs. Eat your teeth. ❞

❝ Make like a tree and fucking die. ❞

❝ Dude just…just pity laugh at least. ❞

❝ Man, Club Penguin’s gotten weird. ❞

❝ We are like the Stephen Kings of stupid. ❞

❝ Why do you enjoy watching me suffer so? ❞

❝ Do I have to jerk you off to blow your mind? ❞

❝ I haven’t had so much fun since I killed my parents. ❞

❝ Unfortunately I had sex with a guy/girl over the weekend. ❞

❝ What’s a vegetarian zombie say? GRAAAAAAAINS. ❞

❝ Revenge is a best dish served fuck you. ❞

❝ Who wears pants anymore? So 2015. ❞

❝ I need an ice cream sandwich and a gentle blowjob. ❞

❝ Don’t let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya. ❞

❝ The bananas has gone bad! ❞

❝ I cared for those bananas! I raised them with my own two feet! ❞

❝ Did you know I’m a professional joke? My life is a joke. ❞

❝ What if everyone just had constant helicopter dick? ❞

❝ [ name ], does getting me wet fill you with determination? ❞

❝ I can’t prove that someone ISN’T a reptilian. ❞

❝ Wouldn’t it be funny if, like, you lost a family member? ❞

❝ These balls are coming at me fast and furious. It’s like that movie, ‘Speed’. ❞

❝ Call me One Direction ‘cause my relevancy is dropping by the day. ❞

❝ One time I killed a person and I didn’t report it to the police. ❞

❝ I wanna take a girl to the Grand Canyon, fuck her, and throw her in. ❞

❝ Nothing like a gunshot wound to the face to really mellow someone out. ❞

❝ If I can’t be the best, I sure as hell can be the worst! ❞

❝ [ name ], I’m on a date with a guy/girl right now and you’re embarrassing me. ❞

❝ I’ve made a decision. I’m gonna in the kitchen, gonna open the dishwasher, and I’m gonna climb inside. ❞

❝ I do apologize for my actions, even though they were totally and completely justified. ❞

❝ I could pee on this couch, right now, no problem, while looking you directly in the eyes.❞

❝ Look, you tell a couple jokes as a dad and suddenly everyone’s like ‘you’re making dad jokes.’ ❞

❝ All of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are blue, except for three of them. And there are four. ❞

❝ And Abraham said unto Moses, ‘Bro, dude, aliens.’ ❞

❝ I’m gonna throw you out the window. We don’t even have any windows in this room…I’m gonna carve out a window and throw you through it. ❞

❝ DO IT YOU SACK OF SHIT! – Sorry. That didn’t come out as encouraging as I meant it to. ❞

❝ [ name ], if there’s one thing I can be totally honest about, it’s that I would happily lie to your face.❞

❝ If I took pole-dancing, I would be worried that it would be too erotic for everybody else. ❞

❝ Next time we make love, [ name ], would you please refer to me as your sweet cakey treasure? ❞

❝ I try to show at least one other human-being my butt hole every single day. ❞

❝ The only people who don’t like sluts are the people who don’t get any. ❞

❝ Have you ever though of a career in driving people fucking insane? Because you are already a PRO at it. ❞

❝ I am actively looking for ways to get you to shut the fuck up. ❞

❝ First of all, you have to stop calling it ‘Mary Jane.’ That’s the first rule of stonerdom. People will think you’re a fucking narc. ❞

❝ First of all, no one says ‘pot-eyes’, you fuckin’ narc. ❞

❝ If by OK you mean like on the inside I’m just going ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!’ then yes, I’m quite OK ❞

❝ When you walk outside there are three elements of nature that you must avoid: snow, wind, and bees. ❞

❝ Could you imagine if you unlocked outfits in real life? Like, “Congratulations you wiped your ass, here’s a new shirt.” ❞

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🔥 MEET THE MUSE.

RULES: Don’t reblog, repost. 🔥 TAGGED BY: @softestmood (thank you for this beautiful concept omg g <33) 🔥 TAGGING: @butterscotchmonarch , @mrfunnybone , @wdvoiided, aaaand everyone else! steal it & tag me i’ll read them all

► NAME ➭ ❝Grillby.❞ ► ARE YOU SINGLE? ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► ARE YOU HAPPY? ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► ARE YOU ANGRY? ➭ ❝No.❞ ► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ➭ ❝...............❞

🔥 NINE FACTS!

► ‘BIRTH’ PLACE ➭ ❝......ōbustihs. ‘s lost now.❞ ► HAIR COLOR ➭ ❝..........❞ ► EYE COLOR ➭ ❝..................................❞ ► BIRTHDAY ➭ ❝..............July.......16?❞ ► MOOD ➭

► GENDER ➭ ❝Male.❞ ► SUMMER OR WINTER ➭ ❝Summer.❞ ► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ➭ ❝Morning. ❞

🔥 EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE!

► ARE YOU IN LOVE? ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? ➭ ❝......Yes.❞ ► WHO ENDED YOUR LAST RELATIONSHIP? ➭ ❝Us.❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART? ➭ ❝...............perhaps.❞ ► ARE YOU AFRAID OF COMMITMENTS? ➭ ❝No.❞ ► HAVE YOU HUGGED SOMEONE WITHIN THE LAST WEEK? ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SECRET ADMIRER?➭ ❝..................? ❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN YOUR OWN HEART? ➭ ❝............................❞

🔥 SIX CHOICES!

► LOVE OR LUST ➭ ❝Love.❞ ► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ➭ ❝Hot tea.❞ ► CATS OR DOGS ➭ ❝....Reckon I’d rather a hen.” ► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ➭ ❝Few best friends.❞ ► WILD NIGHT OUT OR ROMANTIC NIGHT IN➭ ❝.........❞ ► DAY OR NIGHT ➭ ❝Day.❞

🔥 FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS!

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ➭ ❝............once.❞ ► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ➭ ❝..............❞ ► WANTED SOMETHING/SOMEONE SO BADLY IT HURT? ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ➭ ❝..............❞ ❝...................❞ ❝...........................❞ ❝....................................................yes.❞

🔥 FIVE PREFERENCES!

► SMILE OR EYES ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► FAT OR SKINNY ➭ ❝.................................? ❞ ► SHORTER OR TALLER ➭ Shrug. ► INTELLIGENCE OR ATTRACTION ➭ ❝Both.❞ ► HOOK-UP OR RELATIONSHIP ➭ ❝Relationship.❞

🔥 FAMILY!

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ➭ ❝They have passed.❞ ► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ➭ ❝.......?❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ➭ ❝.......never far.❞ ► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ➭ ❝No.❞

🔥 FRIENDS!

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ➭ ❝No.❞ ► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ➭ ❝Yes.❞ ► WHO IS YOUR BEST FRIEND ➭ ❝...........................s’pose........Sans?❞ ► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ➭ ❝...Don’t know. ❞

#🍔. ╰ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ'ˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ╱ ᵒᵒᶜ.#🍶. ╰ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ. ╱ ᵐᵘˢⁱⁿᵍˢ.#(.#grillby makes his own rules for any interview #.)#flametendingbartender

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Father’s Day Asks

Send a number and ask my muse about their father.

1 - Were you close to your father? 2 - What was your father’s name? 3 - What was your father like in general? 4 - Would you say your father was a good parent? 5 - How did your father treat your mother? 6 - What was your father’s appearance like? 7 - What features did you inherit from your biological father? 8 - Was the father you grew up with your biological one or someone that became a father figure? 9 - What was an important lesson your father taught you? 10 - Is your father still around? 11 - Do you visit your father? How often? 12 - What’s the best memory of your father? 13 - What’s the worst memory of your father? 14 - Do you want to follow in your father’s footsteps? 15 - Do you want to parent like your father parented you?

** + Anything else you can think of.

#(.#meme tag;tbt.#SEND ME ANY #i have soooo many hcs about grillbz fam #.)#flamtendingbartender #open to all tbh

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✨❝coaction.❞ | grillby & vi.

@flametendingbartender hurray for stressing out over KAREN. [ source. ]

Being a stickler for details, Virote never did well in slight bedlam. Especially when there were children in the area. He loved his little sister and would always attend a school function if needed ( seeing as how their parents were always busy, it wasn’t like he had a choice. but, that was definitely another gripe for another time. ) But, there was something nerve inducing about having to work with actual parents. Must have been the gaps in age. It was painfully obvious that he wasn’t taken seriously especially by Mrs. Karen, considering he was only in his early twenties.

He had been everywhere all at once. Making sure fairy lights were properly strung along the area, ensuring flowers were set well in their vases with painstaking care to his satisfaction, checking the small table of freebies, and occasionally seeing if Sanoh was– WAIT. where was she, anyway? He could have sworn that she was just a couple of feet away. How did she slip off so fast? Ah, well. Did she really need him anxiously hovering over her shoulder?

Anxiety. Goodness. The mental capacity to be in such a public space wasn’t in the cards.

How could something as simple as a bake sale drive him up the wall? He needed a break, and fast. Sanoh, bless her little heart, was probably having the time of her life with her posse of adorable, like-minded artists; while she was still very young, the girl was definitely the independent type. Now, he needed some downtime. But, where could he go?

Vi finally found a moment of reprieve when the general focus of the room shifted towards something someone dropped across the way. He inched further and further off from the hustle and bustle until he found himself standing beside a man made of… Fire? An actual being made of flames, taller than he could ever dream of being, and dressed to the absolute nines. Intimidating. He had seen him around, before. Didn’t he own a restaurant? Vi could recall dropping by his establishment a couple of times with co-workers after long afternoons in the studio, but never struck up a conversation with the fellow.

But, it was never too late to do that… Right? Before uttering anything, Virote cleared his throat and managed a smile to mask the earlier pressure he was experiencing. ❝Crazy little event, am I right? I don’t know about you, but, like, I could use a twenty hour nap after this.❞ Good start! There were still a couple of tasks to be done on his end, but those could wait for a few minutes. He’d be damned if Karen jumped on his ass for having a well deserved break.

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Head quirked, Grillby peered down at the young man with uncensored placidity. No initial expression etched its way across flickering features; in fact, the only notion that the elemental acknowledged the newfound company was the simple drop of his head.

Had work to be done before he’d consider taking a nap.....let alone a twenty hour one. Not sure if he could rest for such a long while either. Seemed too much. Reckoned a quiet walk would do better for a fella’s nerve than napping. Then again, he didn’t sleep so sound these days. Hadn’t for a bit, actually. A stiff edge accompanied his silent stare, lines of a mouth unseen in the blaze parting now with quiet bafflement. Though a shake of his head acted as his initial reply, white-hot eyes remain fixated on the human. Unwavering. Unblinking.

He remembered, though. Vaguely. A passing face accompanied by a cheery chatter of friends. He’d always a knack for faces and names; did good by him in his line of work. Food industry was served best when folks were treated like family, and family knew names.

❝ .............Virote? ❞ His voice sounds, hushed tone crackling in the same manner of the very fire that made his person. Despite the tumultuous twirl of titian, he stood warmly. Intimidating, surely, but not unbearably hot. Proper posture didn't fit so easy 'round these folk. Didn't look as right. However, habit kept the elemental formal, polite rather, even at a event such as this one.

#softestmood #flametendingbartender #🍸. ╰ .....ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ʲᵒᵇ. ╱ ᵗᵒᵖˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵛ.#🍺. ╰ ᴼᴿᴰᴱᴿ ᵁᴾ. ╱ ⁱᶜ.#(.#sorry my reply is shorter!!#lemme know if i need to change anything ;o #.)

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

tagged by : My love @rivenstraws <33 tagging : not sure who all has done this or who is still active but! feel free to steal this from me

APHRODITE: laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO: glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly-organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES: armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well-worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS: keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA: discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers, ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER: soil-covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom-friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS: drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek-furred panthers. theater masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS: the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased- stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA: resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES: devil-may-care smile. always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. evening mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON: storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever-changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS: thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

#🍔. ╰ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ'ˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ╱ ᵒᵒᶜ.#🍶. ╰ ˡᵒˢᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ. ╱ ᵐᵘˢⁱⁿᵍˢ.

Sans approaches the bar, placing a small, used boom box on the counter. He gives Grillby just the slightest smirk before pressing the play button. The song "Hunka Hunka Burnin' Love" then fills the room. Sans is pleased.

@mrfunnybone

Seconds trickle past. Poignant pause leads to a lengthy silence of his own as the jaunty tunes play on. He’d a few favorites from the surface. Elvis’d never been a disappointing sort. Giddy beats, swinging soul, merry timing......love was poured into that music. These tunes weren’t nothing new. Not to him. Fella had picked up a boomer there sometime soon, but the elemental had salvaged the very same track on vinyl some decades earlier. Sounded better too. Though, he reckoned that was some bit of preference.

....Or some truth.

Idle hands halt. Gleaming crystal reflects the contemplative flicker of flame, slants of whites leveling a glance to Sans. Fire remains stoic in its absent burn. No smile or confused tilt spots his placid features.

Stillness persists. Sharin’ a love of tunes was a beautiful thing. Something he found real nice.

There is a gentle tap as glass is sat on the wood, the rag following shortly thereafter. Turning quick on his heel, he then made his way to the back; no words of reason ever uttered. Faintly, a sound of rummaging stirred, the nature of its objective difficult to place through wooden walls. Yet, when the elemental returns, he returns promptly. Two records, both well-loved in their worn covers, were held within a gentle grasp. Years had bleached previously zealous fronts. Faded colors and water damaged letters were just in tact enough to reveal that they were favorites of his own Presley collection. That song played was one of many he’d found charmin’. Been few prizes found down here. As years passed on, treasures of his tastes seemed fewer and fewer. Cherished pieces were much like good friends: all the best moments were shared.

So, it is with tender precision does he set the pair on top of the other’s boombox, gaze once more meeting Sans’ as he gives only a sing, steep nod.

#mrfunnybone #🍸. ╰ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ⁱˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ⁱˢ. ╱ ᵐᵃⁱⁿ ᵛ.#🍺. ╰ ᴼᴿᴰᴱᴿ ᵁᴾ. ╱ ⁱᶜ.#(.#sans u walk into my bar with that weak shit #get with the real deal vinyls pls #.)#flametendingbartender

🔥 // self-knowledge.

( Questionnaire!!! )

TENDERNESS

You are not afraid of the sufferings and sorrows of other people, even when they are acted out in unappealing ways. Beneath even defensiveness and self-righteous behaviour, you know that deep down people need nurturing and consolation. One danger is being naive about people’s dark sides. But at your best you know you can be mean yourself, which helps you to sympathize. You bring strength and forgiveness where other people might panic.

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defenses and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretense is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

RESILIENCE

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

🔥. TAGGED BY: @revivalisms ( from 734892743892478374298347 years ago) 🔥. TAGGING: steal it from me, y’all

#🍔. ╰ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ'ˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ╱ ᵒᵒᶜ.#(.#man i love these #bc they're so accurate #.)#flametendingbartender #revivalisms

grillby wishlist.

because i crave

Grillby, sometime post-barrier, working two separate restaurants in order to gather the funds for the future Grillby’s. Every business owner has to start somewhere, yeah? (aka the only time Grillby acted as a waiter in one environment and flair bartender in another) Not to mention, he would occasionally fill in as a pianist. Suffice to say, he’s not too shabby!

Grillby, upon re-entering the surface, discovering a plethora of fruits, vegetables, ingredients, and ultimately recipes he’d had no inkling of ever existing.

Grillby finding out what an anime is.

Grillby dancing with another because, once upon a time, he’d once been very fond of the practice.

Grillby (somehow) discussing his own spiritual beliefs/faith with another. Admittedly, this one would be tricky as he is by ALL MEANS a listener more than a talker. Still. It’d be neat to write out!

War-time Grillby displaying the self-sacrificing art of his magic and combat style, essentially exposing the powerful merits and the debilitating flaws. It was a form that he composed entirely on his own. This of course spurned on many personal experiments which often entailed extreme physical strain and morally questionable motions against oneself.

#(.#i will add more later!#when the inspiration strikes of course #.)#flametendingbartender #🍔. ╰ ᵍʳⁱˡˡ'ˢ ᵈᵒʷⁿ. ╱ ᵒᵒᶜ.

purple for a silly starter or pink for a romantic starter?

@theprotectiveskelebro shall have a silly starter !

Didn’t....update too much.

Fuku, his sole and treasured daughter, made a fuss about it. He’d done best to keep her phone not so old. She’d keep to her finicky “smart phone”. The rotary dial may be foreign for most folk, but he reckoned it worked well. Lines were sturdy too. Been enamored by them dotty shoes...the ones with lights. His dear child had them briefly during her elementary years, but was quick to discard them on account that they weren’t bright as her sandals (at the time).

Called herself a 'fashionista' then.

……..He’d consider it a small blessing she’d grown from that phase, though. Don’t think he could afford to keep up with flighty fads these teenagers got into. really. She’d kept to her love of accessories and styles, a love he encouraged for happiness’ sake, but she’d also added a new category to her vogue catalog. 'Vintage' meant easier on the budget, he’d found. Yet, as history had it, bits did repeat themselves. Couldn’t have been past Fuku’s sixteenth birthday did he catch one of the neighbor’s sons sprinting about, leaving a glowing trail of every radiant hue to dazzle the snow all around. The shoes were silly, but his fondness for the flashing bobbles were apparent nonetheless. Wouldn’t ever buy such a thing for himself; figured he was a bit too old for that.

Fuku didn’t. Mercy, she’d gone to purchase a dazzling pair as a belated birthday present. After all, he’d not been a fella to celebrate loud like. Or even mention it. Felt like it might’ve roused too much of a fuss and the bothersome idea of acting a fool was a worry that never strayed far. However, no level of dignity would spare him the ends in which he’d go to ensure his child’s smile. She’d been bubbling at the idea. Donning the sneakers, he worked with all the diligence he would the day before, and all days leading up to this moment. Stoicism did not flicker, not even when a blinking series followed prim steps.

#🍺. ╰ ᴼᴿᴰᴱᴿ ᵁᴾ. ╱ ⁱᶜ.#(.#posts this 3849728347324 yrs later #.)#flametendingbartender #theprotectiveskelebro

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