* Be good, won't you?

* Hello, my child. * Sorry, I do not have much to say. * It was nice to hear your voice, though. {ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ}

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Something Happy

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For anon, who wanted to see goatmom picking up her tiny skeleman and giving him a hug. Good stuff my friend 👀👌

I’m still taking soriel requests! if you’re interested leave them in my askbox please and thank you!

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some moms

[dubnyangg]

there called kisses bonehead.

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[meeshay]

I am slain (goodness what was the url for these again.. )

[happikatthassinned]

fRIGGIN INTERNET DIED RIGHT AS I WAS TRYING TO POST THIS

HERE CUDDLENAPS.

[takaratime]

“do you think even the worst person can change…? that everyone can be a good person, if they just try?”

i like to think that you SAVE chara too at the end of the pacifist run

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You are not responsible for other people and their emotions. You’re allowed to break up with people if you don’t want to be with them. You’re allowed to terminate relationships of any kind when you feel they are no longer affecting you in a positive way. You’re allowed to change your mind. You’re allowed to love someone, but still decide you don’t want to be with them. You’re not responsible for the other person’s reaction, it is their responsibility to heal and not yours. If they try to verbally attack you and/or manipulate you into feeling sorry for them, remember not to let their pain add to your own pain. Being left is never easy, but neither is staying in an unfulfilling relationship and being unhappy just to spare the other person. You’re not the bad guy for leaving someone. Stop feeling guilty for making decisions that affect your wellbeing. Your wellbeing should always be your number one priority.

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megaloovania replied to your post “[You guys should leave me more doodle prompts for when I return home…”

lmao how about something that isn’t sad for once

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@fishmxma @mychxld @skeledxd i finally drew toriel and didnt cry about it

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[Please let me help.]

No.

No, she was wrong.

        Gaster had seen this sort of thing before–knew better than most what it meant for a monster to fall into a slumber from which there was never any waking from. She’d been slumbering for days, weeks, longer–longer still. Regardless of what the field medics told him day by day, updates on her condition remained stagnant, unchanging. There was never any knowing when she would wake, they said, or how long it would take before her body had completely recovered from the ordeal. 

A skeleton’s death was a rare thing–even when old, beyond ancient, a skeleton was born to endure the unstoppable march of time. It was entirely possible for a skeleton monster to cheat death if they remained impassive and detached, the oldest of his kind had done so for hundreds of years. It was when the heart grew weary of the world, or heavy with sentimentality his species often reviled, that death came in the form of a long sleep before it ground their bones into dust.

Why it was those attending to Fyne denied him the brunt of the truth still eluded him. Perhaps it was because they were afraid, at least in some regard–he couldn’t very well blame them for that; after all, he was responsible for this mess in the first place.

The breath of Toriel’s magic flame intensified at his back, urging him (unwilling, tearing and fighting) further from Fyne’s side. He refused to give an inch, and grit his teeth, bore down on his position with a rush of determined fervor he’d never known before. He would not move, he would not leave her.

He would n o t .

                             * “DO NOT LIE TO ME!” 

Gaster practically roared in response, terribly unlike the soft, dulcet tones he’d so been known for. His voice was that of a creature at its end, snarling at the hands meant to save its life–He didn’t want, or need her help. What he wanted was for Unafyne to wake up. 

* ✋ ☟✌✞☜ 💧☜☜☠ ❄☟✋💧📬 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 🕈☟✌❄ ✋❄ 💣☜✌☠💧 ❄⚐ 💧☹☜☜🏱 ✌💧 💧☟☜ 👎⚐☜💧📬

        * [I HAVE SEEN THIS. 

        I KNOW WHAT IT MEANS TO SLEEP AS SHE DOES.]

His words bled together, and broke into a warbling mess of static and common tongue as his state continued to deteriorate. His fingers wrung themselves tight into the fabric of his scarf, blanching with the utter pressure of his grip as he screamed:

       * “ SHE IS DYING,

                              💧☟☜ ✋💧📬📬

                                 [SHE IS–]

        It doesn’t matter what happens to me ✋☞ 💧☟☜🕯💧 ☝⚐☠☜📬📬

                                                                 [IF SHE’S GONE..] “

The ugly glow of his cyan eye faded, and the touch of madness to his voice settled as his dry sobs rose and fell like the tide, telling only in the absence of his words how terribly it was he’d suffered.

* 🏱☹☜✌💧☜ ☹☜✌✞☜ 💣☜ ✌☹⚐☠☜📬

                         * [PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.]

His grief hung in the room like a physical weight.

Toriel understood; Fyne’s condition was similar to the state a lot of monsters succumb to before falling to dust. But those monsters were going downhill, their vitals weakened over time. 

More importantly, they had lost the will to live. 

Unafyne was neither of those things. She was struggling to survive, her body in a sort of hibernation while the magic that held her soul together dealt with the wound that would have shattered almost anyone else.

It filled Toriel with hope, and she regretted that neither it nor her words could not do the same for the one who loved the fish-monster most.

Even though she could not understand the majority of the skeleton’s words as he flitted between the common tongue and the unfamiliar utterances, the meaning was clear enough. He desired to be left alone in the grip of his mourning; unwilling to leave or to even consider that Fyne’s demise was anything but a foregone conclusion.

The flames of her magic gutter out and she pulls him into an embrace.

* “Listen, my friend. I promise you, she is not dead.                  Quite the reverse, she is holding on until her body and soul can recover.”

Her grip on him is tight and insistent, attempting to soothe him in the only way she knows how to try when words fail.

            * “What can I do to make you believe that?”

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* "I hear that when skeletons need to call each other, they do it on the," muffled giggling emits from the boss monster "teleBONE!"

                    D'awwwh───            Look at her, he could almostsee her bones rattlin’ with all that laughter.

     (He tries to keep his cheeks hinted to a subtleblue. Nothin’ too obnoxious ‘fer her).

     "───jeez, tori─i’d pick up my game regardin’ the best jokes for ya,

               but iguess you could say,

  i for-goat them.“

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[Gaster.]

         The oppressive darkness of the makeshift hospital quarters was broken, brought to stupendous life with the birth of fire magic Gaster had not expected. The heat was sudden as the flush of newborn light, immediately hot, immediately unbearable and urging him from his place at his the slumbering Unafyne’s side. A quiet, niggling part of him was quick to remind the skeleton of his foolishness, that perhaps challenging the Queen of monsters to any manner of play at her expense meant asking to be torn down. 

Rationality, however, seemed in short supply as that quiet voice was snuffed out along with what mingling calm veneer he might have possessed by the sudden, much louder, need to  s  c  r  e  a  m .

Titles and bloodlines, and matters of magic did not matter, Gaster hadn’t the mind to consider what lines he thought to cross as he glared down the short distance that parted them. His bones rattled with a fat, overpowering wave of panic–she was going to force him to leave, she was actually going to make him leave. No, no, he couldn’t–he couldn’t leave her now, of all times—

* “I will not–” He bit out sharp, and trembling as his entirety wound itself tight, grounding himself in place as his voice pitched in a shriek in time with the burst of his newborn blue magic,

                      * “I   W I L L   N O T   L E A V E   H E R .”

His soul twisted in agony, telling the skeleton of damage he could not perceive. Gaster was tired, beyond exhausted, worn thin to his very raw nerve and starving. The wants he’d denied himself hardly seemed important, not when she was so still, unchanging, not when he was the sole reason for her condition in the first place–

          * “I WILL NOT.

                         I CAN’T–

☠⚐❄ 🕈☟☜☠ 💧☟☜ ☠☜☜👎💧 💣☜📬

                                 [NOT WHEN SHE NEEDS ME.]

* “You are not helping her.”

The flames briefly flare higher with Toriel’s words, brushing the ceiling in a flicker of orange and gold that lights the room, warm hues that would have been the only source in the room if not for that haunting blue eye that so many of her medics had spoken of in hushed tones.

She does not raise her voice in anger. It is merely an attempt to break through to him, for it as if he hears nothing except the feedback loop of fear taking over his own mind. 

* “You do not want to leave but you aren’t helping, Gaster. I would take no issue with your presence but you are not taking care of yourself. You are starving, exhausted, refusing both food and sleep as part of your vigil. You’re killing yourself. I will not allow it.”

Flames thicken, the fiery wall pressing outward from the fish-monster’s bedside with the aim of pushing him out, away, removing him from the room in which he has psychologically festered for so long.

                  * “You are no good to her DEAD.”

Her gaze might be looking through him but Toriel’s heart aches. 

* “Do you wish for her to wake up alone, with only your dust next to her?            I will not allow it.”

The vocalizations expelled from him in obvious distress is an unfamiliar tongue, even the sounds constructing it are entirely alien to even the multilingual Boss monster. Her curiosity is piqued to a degree; but dealing with the situation is foremost priority.

             * “If you die, what will she live for?”

Toriel gestures towards the bed, the unconscious form of Unafyne visibly still and motionless through the flickering flame. 

         * “Ser Unafyne is not dead. Stop acting as if she is gone.”

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[You are forcing my hand.]

        He was being difficult, he knew, and if there was any one creature that was less deserving of his stubbornness it was Toriel. She meant only the best for any she’d encountered, monster and human alike, and her sentiments were only magnified in the presence of those she’d deemed close enough to be considered her friend. ‘Friend’ a term Gaster held in the highest esteem–Gaster didn’t have many in the way of friends, he should have been lifted with her words, elated on some level to have another think so highly of him.

It was all he’d wanted once upon a time.

Only he felt dread–sick, heavy dread that rolled with her assessing eyes, sinking his gut with the very real possibility that she would move him away from the one person he could not think of abandoning. Not now. The skeleton smiled, his expression lit with the mirthless action as he regarded her with a new, prickled sort of kindness--strained, practiced, and bitten short of the very virulent refusal he offered her while he spoke.

        * “–Did you know it is near impossible to move a skeletal being 

                            that is unwilling to move itself?

           I am not certain if the effect is the same when considering a

                       BOSS monster–though, I cannot imagine it

                                      would be an easy task.”

He watched her vacantly, and squeezed his slumbering friend’s hand before he finally released her from his hold.

               * “You can try if you would like, My lady.”

He’s killing himself.

Whether willfully, or from ignorance borne by simple disregard for the self in the face of concern for a loved one, the effect is the same.

She possesses the trained eye of a life-long healer and before; it had been entirely fixed upon those in her care but now it is clearer than ever that the one who requires help the most is perhaps, not the unconscious person laying in the cot.

* “I do not wish to resort to violence, Gaster.”

There is a crack in his soul. It is a subtle thing, a fragile broken thread but it catches her attention instantly when his emotions flare for the first time. The war has been over for some weeks now; this damage is self-inflicted... his heart quite literally breaking.

With this, her course of action is set. Toriel straightens to her full height and natural regal poise. This is what’s best for them.

   * “But reluctance                        does not mean that I am unwilling.”

A wall of flame fills the space between Gaster and Unafyne, separating the two of them now that his grip had retreated. Toriel is mindful that the heat is not aimed at the easily-overheated arethusae, her absolute control and mastery over the element means that only the skeleton feels the heat of the flames, the oppressive warmth and subtle crackling threat merely intended to be a device to push him further away from Fyne; to push him into an emotional response that he cannot internalize to fester his own detriment further. There is a wall to be broken down. A boundary that the boss monster knows she must breach in order to get him to care about himself again.

Tough love is hard but necessary. It is either this; or stand idly by witnessing him starving himself to death while his soul shatters.

She will not accept more death.

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[Do not force me to do this.]

       Her words came from a place of concern–he knew she meant well, as was her nature, after all. She knew what was best. Her Majesty simply wanted to see the best in all of her subjects–and, more importantly, those she considered friends. Only Gaster couldn’t swallow her sentiments, could not bow his head in submission this time–

He stared without sight, without light to give the skeleton any evidence life echoed beyond his ribs. His hand moved of its own accord, ghosting his slumbering friend’s knuckles as though he sought to remind himself she still remained. That she’d not vanished from the world with naught but dust to leave in her wake.

* “–I appreciate your concern, Your Grace,”

He replied plainly, his voice soft and steady, and devoid of what made him real.

          * “Please do not trouble yourself on my behalf.”

The basket is shunted off to a nearby table, its contents an unneeded burden.

It seemed that he was not willing to make this easy.

* My name is Toriel.”

But she was also strong of will.

* “Caring for you is no trouble, Gaster.     I consider you a friend.”

Whether he reciprocated the sentiment or not, it was a truth. Toriel had concern for all her subjects, but there was a concern there for the skeleton that ran deeper than mere duty. Perhaps it stemmed from a sense of camaraderie with the time they’d spent in the same camp at the start of the war, tucked away from the front lines. His innate kindness had left a powerful impression on her.

Equally powerful had been the moment where he spilled blood for the first time to save her and the children in her charge.

* “And I know how far you are willing to go for others.”

She watches as his hand brushes that of the unconscious Unafyne, phalanges lingering thoughtfully in silent reflection and Toriel wished more than anything that the arethusae could suddenly regain consciousness in that moment and return his touch. It was heart-wrenching to witness.

* “When she awakens, Ser Unafyne is going to need you.    But not like this.”

* “If you continue to neglect yourself and interfere with her care;                    I’m afraid you must leave.”

It pains the young monarch to do this but his refusals have left her little choice.

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black and white

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@skeledxd

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[Gaster, please.]

He beckoned her closer with the twitch of his fingers.

        The gesture was dubious–he knew there was far little in the way monsters could do for Unafyne in the state she was currently in–perhaps it was where the quiet storm of his anxiousness had grown into the writhing monstrosity it had become. She was strange to them now; monsters were fragile beings, born from magic, far from the durable elements that made humans the formidable creatures they were. Losing a limb, while dire, was not something that often ended with the loss of life.

Monsters, however, were not often so lucky.

                                * “–𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

It was the first few short spoken words beyond the essential ‘yes’, and ‘no’, or ‘get out’ that he’d uttered in what seemed like days. Time seemed to blend together as it were, spun on infinite while Fyne rested just within reach. His own needs hardly registered–who needed sleep? Skeleton’s could go weeks without food, what was one more day? 

It wasn’t like he’d much of an appetite to begin with.

Gaster watched the queen approach, his empty sockets following her slow, deliberate steps with an unusual sharpness. She moved like she approached a frightened animal, crouching with offerings of food to foster trust, or something kind, anything rational.

* “You are too kind, my lady,”

He replied softly, and gently took the offered apple from her before resting it at his side, content to accept her gesture if it meant she would leave the questions of his well-being at the door. It wasn’t like it mattered, not really.

He wasn’t hungry.

* “Your vigil is admirable, but I doubt Ser Unafyne would appreciate you doing this to yourself.”

And there it was.

Toriel knew what it was like to be so terrified for someone that all concerns for the self fell by the wayside. It was difficult to take care of your own needs; to muster any of that worry and redirect it internally. When a loved one is harmed, the mind gravitates to prioritize them. It was natural.

She also knew he had no intention of eating by how he gripped the apple meaninglessly. A small sigh escapes her at the realization. Her gaze flickers to the monster in the bed, then back to Gaster once more.

* “We hurt the ones we love when we are not kind to ourselves.”