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@spookyscientistskeleton-moved
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
Grillby Ferno (Underfell Grillby) Flambeau (Underswap Grillby) - [under construction] Orion (Outertale Grillby) - [under construction] Luciano (Mobtale Grillby) - [under construction]
Beep-beep, we’re moving!
Starting today, you can now find me over at @bythebonefire – this blog will still hang around, but will just be an archive. The blog is all set up and ready to go! All future interactions will be from there.
Beep-beep, we’re moving!
Starting today, you can now find me over at @bythebonefire – this blog will still hang around, but will just be an archive. The blog is all set up and ready to go! All future interactions will be from there.
Beep-beep, we’re moving!
Starting today, you can now find me over at @bythebonefire -- this blog will still hang around, but will just be an archive. The blog is all set up and ready to go! All future interactions will be from there.
So I’m working on a few different projects while I’m on hiatus, and one of them is moving my sideblog over to a mainblog. After that, this blog will become an archive, and if you like, you’re more than welcome to follow me over to the new one!
I’m still trying to decide on a name though, since I’m realizing “spookyscientistskeleton” does a disservice to the fact that this blog has gradually become about 95% elementals and 5% skeleton scientist dads. So here are a few options I’ve been batting around–help me pick one!
bartender-bonfire
bones-and-bonfires
bonefires
great-bones-of-fire
burnybones
bonefires was the clear winner both here and in the voice call I’m in, but it was apparently taken despite SHOWING UP AS NOT FOUND so!
@bythebonefire :)
So I’m working on a few different projects while I’m on hiatus, and one of them is moving my sideblog over to a mainblog. After that, this blog will become an archive, and if you like, you’re more than welcome to follow me over to the new one!
I’m still trying to decide on a name though, since I’m realizing “spookyscientistskeleton” does a disservice to the fact that this blog has gradually become about 95% elementals and 5% skeleton scientist dads. So here are a few options I’ve been batting around--help me pick one!
bartender-bonfire
bones-and-bonfires
bonefires
great-bones-of-fire
burnybones
you folks lost or something
I’m still on hiatus but this did randomly come across my Youtube recommends and I felt the need to say This Is How Ferno Walks Literally All The Time
awakened-harmony:
He hadn’t known how much he could enjoy this. To be fair--it wasn’t that he would’ve doubted it, if he’d ever given it real thought. It just wasn’t how things tended to play out between him and women. Between him and her, up until fairly recently. But there was something intoxicating, about all of this. About how confident and in control she was. Ferno could guess that she had done this before, probably quite often. She wore dominance well. It suited her. He wished he’d let her indulge in it sooner.
And hell, he wished he’d let himself indulge in this sooner. There was something so intoxicating in it, in giving the control over to her. He leaned against her body, into her tender embrace, and he knew that he didn’t need to think about anything right now--anything other than doing what she asked of him. Ferno would please her with his obedience, and she, in turn, would take care of him. Make him come harder than he’d ever come in his life. And when it was over, she would hold him, soothe him through that strange fog of subservience that always lingered after, treat him with such affection and softness and love.
There was love in this, after all. There was love in her control. He would bear it proudly around his neck, if that was what she wanted from him.
Her hand touches his cock, and he hisses out a crackling curse in the language of flames. It sounds almost like a prayer. His thighs tremble, and he leans against her as she strokes him, as she rewards him for being good. With a promise of so, so much more to come.
‘Ha... that’s pretty much... already true, baby,’ he manages with a breathless laugh, resting his head against her shoulder. ‘But--ha--you know you’re welcome to it.’ He couldn’t offer anything for her to fuck until he’d come; Ferno couldn’t change the shape his magic took while he was still aroused. But it looked like she was already attending to that.
And he suspected it wouldn’t take long at all.
multiverse-of-souls:
‘Oh, it’s a surprise, is it?’
Hm... he’d have to give that one more consideration, wouldn’t he? It wasn’t often that Grillby fell into that role of misbehaving, or that Sans fell into the role of laying down the law. It was a fun thought. Made him wonder what it might look like, for his lover to play disciplinarian. He felt the slack on his soul--just enough for him to shift a little to get more comfortable--and considered all the possibilities of what Sans could do with that power, if Grillby just provoked him the right way.
Something to think about. But right now, he was more focused on Sans gradually exposing his body, tugging his pants and boxers down his legs. It sent a small anxious thrill through him, a factor of instinct as he was stripped naked and unable to move. As vulnerable as vulnerable could be, and throughout his own storied past, there was no one else he’d ever trusted to have him this way.
His magic coalesced with barely a nudge of conscious thought from Grillby, brightening between his thighs as he allowed his cock to form, stiff and eager.
‘Mm... this what you wanted?’
So full disclosure, I’ve been having kind of a heck of a time the past month or so mental health wise. It’s all stuff I’m working on, but I think it’s best for me right now to take a step back from Tumblr for a wee bit, aside from a couple things I wanted to reply to–mostly for Wish. You can still find me on Discord though, I’m always happy to hear from folks.
So full disclosure, I’ve been having kind of a heck of a time the past month or so mental health wise. It’s all stuff I’m working on, but I think it’s best for me right now to take a step back from Tumblr for a wee bit, aside from a couple things I wanted to reply to--mostly for Wish. You can still find me on Discord though, I’m always happy to hear from folks.
Reblog if you RP using Discord.
Sometimes you just gotta smooch the fire husbando, feat my wonderful bean Vita with ferno, an UF grillby who’s wonderfully chaotic courtesy of @spookyscientistskeleton
OH MY GOSH YOU GUYS?
OH MY GOSH????
OH MY GOSH???????
LOOK AT HOW PRETTY VITA'S FINS ARE AND LOOK AT HOW NICE THE COLORS ON FERNO'S FLAMES ARE AND LOOK AT HIS HAPPY LIL FACE AND LOOK AT HER PRETTY HAIR--
‘If anybody’s fixin’ to talk shit about vegan food, they just ain’t tried my vegan shark coochie.’
‘Available now at Bunnybones! Pick up a box to-go for yer summer picnickin’ needs! Available for delivery throughout the Greater Los Angeles area! Get it while the seitan’s cold!’
starredfame:
Unknowingly, the monster had caused a scene anyway didn’t he? He said nothing as brows furrowed until suddenly someone actually spoke to him and he jolted a bit blinking out of his thought process and turning his head on a swivel.
Oh.
Something sparked a bit when he met those eyes, a kindred soul he once knew perhaps? A long time ago, memories like that were long since faded, feeling did remain.
Whomever this was, they were warm, and nervous and he realizes now that this burger joint probably wasn’t normally this packed or busy. he caused a disturbance.
‘ I… oh dear, I didn’t mean to make a mess of things. ’ he mumbled tsking heavily to himself a hand on his cheek.
‘ I suppose I must though, if I’ve caused you any trouble. ’
‘N-no, no, it’s alright.’ Maybe it wasn’t, not really, but Grillby could tell that he at least felt bad about the disruption to dinner service. ‘By all means, come in.’
Unfortunately, that now meant things were very likely about to escalate. Things had already been chaotic with Mettaton standing around outside, and now he was coming inside. So much for a peaceful night serving up his regulars’ usuals as he listened in on the neighborhood gossip. He hadn’t been prepared for this, certainly not with the bar’s consistent staffing of One.
He was mildly successful in keeping the worry from his face, until he turned back around and saw much of the restaurant on the edge of their seats, watching them with clear excitement.
And finally, the tightly coiled string that constituted Grillby’s patience had snapped. He crossed his arms over his chest, the magic that projected his voice spreading throughout the bar, such that every, single patron could hear him over the ruckus.
‘This isn’t a celebrity meet-and-greet. You bother my customers and you’re out on your ass.’
It wasn’t often that Grillby laid down the law. Most of the room quieted immediately, with regulars frantically shushing the rowdier newcomers who weren’t as familiar with the bartender’s temperament. He let out a breath, and turned his attention back to Mettaton.
‘My apologies,’ he said, managing a hesitant smile. ‘Please, come in.’
multiverse-of-souls:
@spookyscientistskeleton continued from ASK
There’d be ignoring the soft flare of grillby’s flames beside him as he listened to him, heating the room up by a few degrees, he knew the other had always been a music fanatic. Keen on hearing the words hidden in the notes, squeezed in between the words it wanted people to hear and he could see why, You could tell the difference between a musician passionate in their craft then one who only followed the designated path. He’d certainly been able to say it was true all the times he’d listened to grillby play on his guitar, Lost in his own little world of music and drowning out everything else.
“I don’t have direction when I start a song, it starts so simple then it takes off.”
Grillby’s love was infectious in each little swirl he could feel pass close to his skull, a simple brush of heat much like a tickle that made him lightly snort, his soul warm and light in his chest. He wondered if grillby knew he had that affect on him? to ease the burdens he’d known and even in this brief moments, make them disappear with a joy few would ever get to witness for themselves first hand and even as he kept playing, he leaned over just slightly to press his skull against the elementals side. A rumbly pleased purr escaping.
“Love ya grillbz, with my whole soul. Y’make me happier then you could ever realize.”
His well beloved music loving nerd.
His flames crackled and hissed, like that attestation of love had added fresh fuel to his fire. Grillby’s smile is warm with affection, and he can’t resist the urge to lean into Sans in turn. One arm curls around his back, lightly rubbing at his hip. The familiar sound of his purring, in its way, feels almost like a part of the song. An instrument played by joy, a persistent undercurrent beneath the melody. The sound of his flames melded with it. Added to the tune, like music they made together.
He was comfortable. He was at peace. And truly, Grillby wanted nothing more than to hear him playing that piano every day for the rest of their lives.
‘Oh, Sans,’ he sighs, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of his skull. ‘I love you too. I just hope I make you as happy as you make me.’ A tall order. He’d never felt this way with anyone in his past. This understood, this close, this bonded to someone. ‘I’ll have to bring my guitar next time.’
