"He would be STRUTTING with it. He's gonna raise an ARMY of LOYAL UNDERLINGS and they're going to make him RULER OF THE UNIVERSE. also he would be fucking miserable and so so angry and i think that would be fun."
"I need need need my conniving flying bastard man to be pregnant, he'd be so insufferable about it. Can you imagine? TFP Starscream would use his pregnancy as a way to manipulate the autobots and pretend to "care so much about my precious baby" and then he'd stab everyone in the back. G1 Starscream would have a bunch of grand dreams of shaping his baby into the ultimate Megatron-killing weapon and then they rule the galaxy together."
"I need to see him manipulate someone into getting him pregnant only to abort it in an attempt to hurt them only to have no effect at all. I need this."
"He’s funny and endlessly miserable in most continuities and I think being pregnant would make him happy even if he complained about it at the time."
"LISTEN……. It would be funny as shit if all the time he tried to usurp Megatron he succeeded in the one thing he didn’t want and lost so disgracefully. And in some media interpretations having “kids” or pets mellows that fucked up prideful and very much traumatized abused but unwilling to admit it and look for help man."
Starscream propaganda from last season
[Eggman]
"he has a lot of robo-kids and a lot of ppl prefer him mpregged, then Stone."
"He didn't win last year and I need him pregnant. I think he should win so he can carry his and Stone's baby, because obviously the only person smart enough to carry his kids is himself."
Seriously, it kills me when I see people hold scientists up as pinnacles of logic and reason.
Because one time the professor I was interning for got punched in the face by another professor, because mine got the funding, and told the other professor his theory was stupid.
This same professor told me to throw rocks to scare the “stupid fucking crabs” into moving so we could count them properly.
Two professors hiding around a corner and snickering, “Shhh, here she comes!” While a female professor approached and, when she finally found them, she proceeded to scream while pointing from one to the other, “You! I called your office but you weren’t there! So I tried to call YOUR office to figure out where HE was but YOU weren’t there!”
Two grad students standing outside a closed and locked door yelling, “Come out of the damn office. You haven’t left for days. If you didn’t have a couch in there I’d be concerned as to where you were sleeping!”
A religious studies professor apologizing for being late to class because, “security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit”
Watched a professor snort the results of my experiment to determine if I had the right final compound.
Two archeology professors toss priceless fossilized teeth back and forth in an attempt to figure out who is smarter by “guessing the type of tooth and species of animal before it lands”
Multiple fully degreed individuals throw dry ice at one another in an attempt to be first to use the lab/get that piece of equipment/or change the iPod song.
A genetics professor build furniture out of stacks of paper and planks of wood because she is that far behind in grading papers/responding. One of the impromptu furniture pieces housed a fish tank.
I could go on but I think that covers the larger portion of the insanity…
- I have had a professor buy a huge fuckoff bottle of rum during fieldwork in Costa Rica and let the undergrads get wasted because “you’re not underage in Costa Rica and we’ll be up all night with the bats anyway!”
- Same professor hung a bat from her headlamp and wore it as a decoration for an entire night.
- A whole swarm of older women - and these are women with PhDs and world-renown bat experts, the bigwigs - all, to a woman, go to the formal charity dinner at an international research symposium in Toronto in late October dressed in skimpy Batgirl costumes. Because Halloween was that weekend, you see.
- At a different conference, a professor get blackout drunk and pass out on the side of the road.
- “Yeah, we have to say we did it properly for the grant but to be really honest, Miracle-gro works better.”
- Teaching lab: we had liquid nitrogen for a demo, and after class the professor, the other TA, and I spent a good two hours freezing and breaking things in it.
a chemistry class begins with 30 students nine months later just six of us left sitting on tables dipping paper into contaminated chemicals to see what happens when we burn it teacher making idle suggestions while he marks our work
“go to the fume hood thing, yeah now put some potassium in chlorine” can i burn the results sir? “fuck it sure whatever its tainted anyway”
The prof I’m working for just asked me if I knew how to pick a lock, and when I responded “yes” she replied, “see, this is why I hire the former delinquents instead of the suck-ups. You’re actually useful.”
“Security stopped me because I’m dressed like a hobbit.” I would bet anything this has happened to Dr. Medievalist.
Semi-related non-academic anecdote: The concert hall security guys tried to throw out our violone player in between performances this spring because they thought he was a homeless guy. Despite the fact that he was wearing concert black… and carrying a violone. There is no more obvious instrument.
One of my English Professors admitted that sometimes “you just have to do a soliloquy” and would phone up the main office of the department on the internal phoneline to recite a Shakespearean monologue at them. No greeting, no warning, just “To be or not to be”.
do you ever tire of how, like, dramatic anxiety is?? it’s like. bitch. bitch. it’s not that serious. we’ll live. it’ll probably be a pain in the ass, but we’ll live. so stop making me feel like i’m actively dying.
Anxiety: BITCH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING???!?!?! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! THEY’LL GET THE ORDER WRONG! THEY’LL OVERCHARGE YOU AND THEN THE DELIVERY GUY IS GONNA JUDGE YO ASS FOR YOUR TASTE IN PIZZA THEN YO CLOTHES TO THE WAY YOU TALK AND THEN FUCKIN TALK SHIT BOUT U AT WORK AND THEN PURPOSEFULLY GET YOUR ORDER WRONG EVERY SINGE TIME AFTER THAT ALKFHSMDQPIGBDALDSHF
Me: *handing the phone to my bf* honey, can you order? I don’t think I can do it right now...
BF: Gotchu, Babe.
Anxiety: *opens its fucking mouth again* He’s gonna get the order-
Okay. This is ADORABLE. Look at those two cuties! Yeah, Flowey is my second least favorite character, but he is still all cute when embarrassed. It's especially adorable when Papyrus does something to make him that way. 10/10 on Cute scale.
*Please remember to keep a positive attitude while doing this. A simple thought can change your outlook on this entirely.
Okay, so. Earlier this year, when I started to talk to my counselor, I began to think of ways to help myself cope with my anxiety and depression. Both of them had caused me to nearly fail the semester and my self esteem suffered. I began to feel ashamed that I wasn't doing anything productive at all.
I don't know if anyone else suffers from this, but here is a quick guide that ended up making me feel better in a long run.
Get a notebook/piece of paper.
Once you have one, do the following:
Write the date in the margin.
Do a bullet point next to it.
After doing those two things, You've started a list for that day! A list for what, though?
It is a list of things you have done that day. The things you do can be big or small, it depends on how you view them. An example of my list is this:
XX/XX/XXXX
I woke up.
I got out of bed.
I ate a little.
I took a shower.
I brushed my teeth.
I changed my clothes.
Etc...
That is six things already that I did. And it was just the morning.
And if you consider these things small, good on you! Go do more exciting things in your day! Finish that project! Work on that WIP! You can do it!
But, if these things are big things for you, it's completely okay. You are doing your best and if you accomplished even one of these, I am so PROUD of you. And you should be proud of yourself.
If any of you feel like this helps, don't be afraid to share it with others. I've been doing mine for months and I genuinely feel better. I'm not going to lie and say I don't have my bad days, because I do. I recently had a lot of bad days that made me forget about that list. But, I came back to it. And as I go, I see myself doing more and more things.
Non-Boring Environments that need Fantasy Representation
Tropical Rainforests
Scrubland/Dry Forests. For extra effect make them the sort that burn very often; some native plants never germinate until after a fire, and some animals not only rely on fire to smoke out prey, but may even start them themselves.
Savannas/Tropical Grasslands
Temperate Rainforests. I almost didn’t include this bc New Zealand is covered in them, and that’s where they filmed Lord of the Rings. But tbh, no one really knows about them, so it belongs here
Taiga Forests
Barren Tundra, perfect for some extreme seasonal dichotomy
Polar Ice Sheets
Desert-Grasslands (arguably the same as Scrubland but Australia’s good at adding its own twists)
Barren Desert
If you like Cacti, look at American Deserts like the Sonoran
Salt Flats
Soda Lakes and Alkaline Lakes
Madagascar’s Karst Limestone Formations
Madagascar’s Spiny Forests
Madagascar’s Baobab Forests
Madagascar’s Subhumid Forests (Madagascar is cool as hell ok)
Danxia Landforms
Badlands/Mountainous Deserts
Steppes and Highland Prairies
Flood Basalts
Newly-Formed Islands, still rife with Volcanic activity
Now for Underwater Environments, sure Coral Reefs are cool.
But there are SO MANY other kinds of environments for aquatic settings, it’s unbelievable:
Seaside Cliffs
Archipelagos. Not just Tropical Island chains like Polynesia (Moana anyone?) but also Coldwater Archipelagos like the Aleutians.
Tidal Flats
Bayous/Cypress Swamps
Tropical River Basins, AKA Seasonally Flooded Rainforests
Mangrove Swamps/Deltas/Beaches
Kelp Forests
The Open Ocean
Coastal Seabeds
Rocky Beaches with Tidepools
And there are a LOT more I could name but this post is already obscenely long as is, if you’d like to toss in your own go right ahead, but my point is if you limit yourself to European Deciduous Forests you’re a wimp.
On one hand, YES. HELL YES. Beautiful varied terrain full of beauty and LIFE!
On the other hand MY mind immediately went to video games, then I thought about how I’d have to navigate these areas, then I went ahead and pre-hated these levels
Im working on that bsrren desert baby. Already got the chapters written, just gotta finish the book and all its glory. And that rainforest? And Swamps? That's book two.
Have a Horrortale Papyrus! I felt like drawing a spookie boy today! He turned out better than I expected. I'm really happy with the way he looks. Tip: Remember guys, if you push yourself to do things you haven't done before, you can improve. You've just got to push yourself out of your comfort zone! (I am by no means a pro at art. I still cant draw a human face. But one day I will.)
This is in the same series as with No Name and New Names. It’s pure fluff. No mentions of anything in this one like there was in the other two. I wrote this one today in thanks for the coffee that sesurescue gave me. I hope you all enjoy!
Warnings: Skeleton Pregnancy, Fluff, Tooth Aching Fluff, Complaining, Papyrus hates everything, Grillby’s just amused, so is everyone else, and one Snippy Pappy
“Uuuugh!” Papyrus groaned from the couch. He was four months along and he was already rubbing his sore stomach. It was stretching again and it was uncomfortable. He was forgetting what it was like to have a toned body. He missed it. But, that was the last thing he was actually complaining about. “I HATE IT!”
“I know, I know. it’s the bane of your existence and it sticks uncomfortably to your bones. That’s why we Toriel brought the Dawn soap,” Grillby said as he flipped the burgers. He was outside on their patio, grilling with Sans and Asgore. Papyrus let a small smile grace his teeth when he caught a glimpse of the front of the apron he’d made for Grillby. It said ‘Grillbabe’. Truly a masterful pun crafted by him alone. He was happy to see Grillby wearing it.
“Now, what would you like with it?” Grillby said, bringing his skeleton husband back to reality. Papyrus sprawled across the couch with a whine.
“Spaghetti?”
“Ha, ha. No.”
“Worth the try,” Papyrus muttered as he laid his head in Undyne’s lap. She’s been crashing with them for a month now because she burned down her apartment again. He and Grillby both teased her about it.
“Come on, answer the question,” Grillby prodded as he let Sans take over for the hotdogs.
“No,” Papyrus answered with a pout.
“Come on, Paps,” Undyne cut in. “You can’t deny that it smells awesome.”
Papyrus let out another frustrated sound, detaching himself from Undyne to curl up on the other side of the couch. “IT DOES AND I HATE IT!”
“You can’t hate it that much if your body is craving it that bad,” Mettaton chimed in.
“Nip it, Mettaton,” Papyrus snipped. Okay, that may have been the hormones talking. Nonetheless, he crossed his arms and sunk further into the couch. “Watch it. My body might just decide that it doesn’t want it and make me hurl it up five minutes later.”
“Don’t worry, Papyrus,” Toriel said as she walked by with a pie in her hand. She stopped long enough to put and comforting paw on his skull. “I had the cravings too when I was pregnant. I didn’t like them either, but they made me try new things. Like snails! Asgore had been trying to get me to try them for ages before I got pregnant. Now, I eat them all the time.”
Papyrus stared at her for a solid minute. “Your Highness, I know you are trying to be comforting, but that was the last thing I needed to hear. I don’t like grease. Period. I don’t want to like grease either. It’s just repulsive to me.” Toriel shrugged and walked outside to tell jokes with Sans.
“You’re in a mood today,” Undyne commented through a mouthful of burger.
Grillby gave her a straight look and said, “What are you talking about? It’s Monday.” The entire room laughed after a minute. Papyrus even let a smile slip. Grillby offered him a hand and he took it gratefully. He may have only been four months alone, but he felt like he was seven. Having twins was hard.
“I just don’t understand it, Grillby,” Papyrus began. “Last time I didn’t crave grease. At all! Is it because of the twins?”
Alphys perked up. “W-Well, there are two of them. Your body may be trying to get as much magic in it as possible. And greasy magic foods are potent with it.”
“she’s right. why else do you think most of the monsters in Snowdin were so fluffy?” Sans piped in, making Papyrus groan loudly in disapproval.
Grillby gave him a soft smile, and helped him to the kitchen, “Tell me what you want on the burger?” Papyrus’s face flushed and he crossed his arms and grumbled something. “What was that?”
Papyrus’s face contorted like he was in agony. “Please don’t make me say it,” he whined.
“If you don’t, you won’t get it. Unless you’d like to make your own burger,” Grillby grinned. Papyrus pouted before muttering something again. “I didn’t quite catch that, honey.”
“I said don’t tell Sans…” Papyrus said low enough that only Grillby heard it. He shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot like when he thought he was in trouble.
“I won’t tell him. My lips are sealed,” Grillby assured.
“O-Okay… I s-said I wanted… I want everything on it, except mayonnaise,” Papyrus murmured.
Grillby was a little shocked. To his knowledge, Papyrus had never eaten anything like that before. “Alright. Are you sure? You can taste them first if you want to.” The skeleton gave a sheepish nod. After tasting every topping they had, Papyrus decided to go with the ketchup, mustard, relish, and black olives for his hotdog. For his burger, he got everything on it with extra onions and pickles. He told Papyrus to just take the peanut butter and pick jars with him. Once his plate was made, he went and sat down next to Undyne again.
He was used to the strange looks he got from his cravings. Grillby sat next to him, setting down the jars for him along with the grape Koolaid he had been craving. Papyrus brought the burger to his teeth and took a bite. As soon as the taste hit his tongue his eyes began to water. It tasted so good! He hated it, but it was exactly what he needed!
Papyrus finished the burger off before everyone finished getting their plates. Tears welled up in his eyes and as he began eating the fantastic hotdog next. Just as he finished it, Sans set down some fries with a wink. He took one look at them and his mouth was still watering. He took one fry and opened the pickle jar. Sans laughed a little as he dipped the fry into the juice and ate it. He wanted to try it too. Big mistake trying to take Papyrus’s fries. He nearly got bit.
Papyrus finished off the fries. His brow furrowed as he did. Grillby looked over at him, seeing the concern written all over his features.
“Something wrong?”
“No… I’m just still hungry,” Papyrus said.
Grillby grinned, “Want another burger?”
“Yes, please,” he asked, a cute hopeful look on his face. Grillby smiled and put down his food long enough to go make papyrus another one. While he did, Papyrus munched on the pickles in the peanut butter and downed his drink. When Grillby came back, he gave Papyrus a quick peck on the cheekbone before handing him his plate. “Thank you,” Papyrus replied, leaning into him when he sat down. “Love you, Grillby.”
“Love you, too, Papyrus.”
“Get a room!” Undyne said, pretending to be disgusted by the display.
“Get a House! Preferably a fireproof one so you stop burning yours down!” Papyrus shot back before kissing Grillby’s cheek. If Grillby wasn’t so used to the mood swings, he’d have gotten whiplash. But, it was still funny to see everyone else’s reactions.
There we go, I hope you all enjoy! And thank you again, Sesu, for the coffee!
Hey there guys, this is the first SFW fic that I will be posting here. I want you guys to know that while this is SFW, it deals with heavy and dark themes. I hope you guys understand that.
AO3 Link
Title: No Name
Pairing: Papyrus/Grillby (Papby)
Rating: M(Mature)
Note: The story is best read without reading the warnings, but for those with triggers, they will be included below.
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Past Attempted Suicide, Mentions of Past Miscarriage, Heavy Angst, Fluff, Comfort, Worry, Depression, Soul Comfort, Cuddles. Please, for the love of stars, tell me if I missed anything.
I hope you enjoy.
It didn't take a genius to know something was wrong. The world was just a little bit darker. And to them... well, it honestly felt like it wouldn't ever be happy again.
He could see it in the dark circles under his sockets in the morning that it had been a bad night. Even as he made breakfast almost mechanically, singing his favorite tune at the same time, a smile wouldn't grace his skeleton's teeth. He would stare solemnly at his lap and sigh sadly.
Sans was worried to the point that he'd even come to stay for a while. The banter back and forth brightened his mood only a little. Grillby had no idea how to help other than holding him at night, run a bath occasionally, and make some milkshakes.
It hurt his soul when those things didn't seem to work sometimes. All he could do then was assure Papyrus that he loved him no matter what.
Grillby opened the door to their home to fond all the lights off. Not a good sign. That was not good. Grillby panicked for a moment. He quickly threw his stuff down onto the couch.
"Oof!" A deep voice grunted. Grillby looked down and saw Sans illuminated in his flames. "good to see you too, Grillbz."
Grillby almost ignored him in favor of going to check on Papyrus. But, his soul calmed down when he saw Papyrus curled up at the end of the sectional with his feet in Sans's lap.
"The lights were off..." Grillby stated. Sans nodded with a sad smile. "Did he try...?"
"not this time. But he's been holding the jar all day again. i finally got him to let go earlier. we watched a movie like old times and he actually fell asleep. can you believe it? i think this is the first time, i've ever seen him actually sleep..."
Tears were brimming in Sans's sockets at that last statement. Worry was written all over his face. He was no doubt thinking about Papyrus's happier days. Grillby didn't say anything. He walked over to Sans and laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"It'll all be okay. Don't worry..." he murmured. "How long has he been asleep?"
"only an hour..."
Grillby nodded. He moved past Sans to Papyrus. His skeleton was always so small and light. It made it very easy to pick him up and carry him to bed. As Grillby turned to the stairs before glancing back at Sans.
"Goodnight, Sans," Grillby whispered.
"g'night, Grillbz. take good care of him."
I hope I can... He thought as he began his ascent up to the second floor. He made sure to walk slowly so as not to wake his husband. It had been quite a long and trying day for the both of them. He was happy to see Papyrus sleep a little instead of staying up all night, looking at the jar on the mantle.
Flashes of happiness in those now dull sockets haunted Grillby. When he came to the first door down the hall, he paused. The door was white, just like the others, but it still felt so special. He placed his hand on it a moment longer, tracing his fingers along the blank wooden sign...
He kept walking. His own tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. He went to the second room and opened the door immediately. He closed it behind him with a gentle nudge of his foot. Two steps later, he was placing a sleepy skeleton burrito on their bed. After a quick change of clothes, Grillby joined him.
He pulled the other close, unwinding him carefully. Once it was just Papyrus, he used the blanket to cover them. It took only a little bit of coaxing, but Papyrus finally snuggled back into him. They were spooning now, something Papyrus loved. He especially loved being the little spoon, and Grillby enjoyed spoiling him too much.
Before, they would always end up in this position after being intimate. They would talk to each other about little things. Papyrus would tell him things about books he'd read, raising both their excitement. Their souls would float around the room as they shared ideas and thoughts. That was how the other room came to BE. Papyrus had suggested it. They'd both gotten it ready. Friends contributed and helped them. So many nights, while in this position, their souls would just float about the room, leaving little firelights as they floated in tandem to a soft song only they knew. Their favorite song...
Now, they were here. Papyrus was almost cold in his arms. It wasn't that the love wasn't there anymore... It just hurt. It hurt them both. Grillby didn't have the heart to try and make things better. All he could do was ride out the grief with Papyrus.
He placed a gentle hand next to the empty space where Papyrus's ecto-stomach would be. He missed feeling it under his touch... Not a moment later, another hand joined it. Surprised, Grillby looked to Papyrus. The other's eyes were cracked open, looking down slightly.
"I didn't think I woke you..." he whispered, fire crackling softly about them. His mate said nothing. He continued to coolly stare downward, toward their hands.
Papyrus's hand pressed harder, practically forcing Grillby to touch his spine. It wasn't sexual in any way. He'd seen Papyrus's features show more and more of his grief as Grillby's hand touch nothing until it touched his spine. His shoulders shook softly at first. After a few moments of Grillby's hand pressing hard into his spine, he let out a sob and his bones began to shake. Grillby just pulled him closer as the sobs wracked through his body. He fought against the urge to join Papyrus. He could grieve later. Papyrus needed him now.
With soothing words and gentle touches, the fire elemental was able to bring his husband back down. Papyrus was letting out a few hiccups here and there, but overall, the bout was over. After several minutes Papyrus spoke up with words that made Grillby's soul clench tightly.
"I can still feel it," he started softly. "The grainy feeling in my hands... It feels like it's still there... Everywhere..."
Grillby had no words. He wasn't there. He didn't witness it. He couldn't imagine the pain his husband was going through. He just pulled him closer, trying to show his support that way.
"I don't know what went wrong... I did what I could... I did everything I was told! Was it me? What did I do wrong?!" Papyrus's voice cracked as more tears slid down onto the pillow.
"You couldn't predict this, Papy. It's not your fault..." Grillby tried to assure.
"But, it feels like it is!" Papyrus wailed, burying his head in the pillow as more choked sobs escaped him.
"I know..." Grillby replied lamely, stroking Papyrus's sternum in order to get him to calm a bit.
"We never even got to name them..." he whimpered.
"... I know..."
He remembered getting the call to come to the hospital, but the damned humans and their health inspectors came in and forced him to stay longer. When he finally got there, Sans and Undyne had been sitting outside with grave looks. There had been cracks in the wall where Undyne had been punching it. Papyrus sat alone in the hospital room with tears in his eyes and completely clean. He'd been wearing a hospital gown while curled up around a brand-new jar filled with dust.
He remembered how broken his husband looked then and was thankful every single day they had made some sort of progress. But, even he found it hard to find joy and be bright. Papyrus had always made up for his lack of it. But, after trying for so long... only for it to end up like this? Grillby hated the world, resented the human, resented whatever deity existed that had the fucking gall to take that beautiful shine from Papyrus's eyes.
He blamed everyone, including himself, for this pain.
"I'm... I'm so sorry..."
What?
"What for?" Grillby asked, completely confused.
"For... for..." Papyrus couldn't seem to say to find the words, so he gestured to his middle. Immediately catching on, Grillby's eyes widened. Of course Papyrus blamed himself. Papyrus always turned on himself when something bad happened. He always found some way to convince himself that no matter what, it was his fault. "I... I can understand if you... want to leave..."
Oh no...
Grillby was drawing blanks now. He had not a single clue how to reassure Papyrus that all his fears were wrong. But, he was out of his element. (Sans would have appreciated that.) The only thing he could think of was to remove his hand from Papyrus's spine.
As expected, Papyrus began to panic and cry more, but only until Grillby reached into his ribcage and pulled out his soul. He summoned his own and, like those floating lanterns they always liked, he set them out into the open air of their bedroom. Papyrus watched as they were drawn together, almost like powerful magnets. As soon as their souls touched, Grillby's love and unsaid assurances filtered through to him.
A small spark came to life behind those sockets. He could only hope that it stayed there. No. He'd make sure it would.
I hope you all enjoyed this story. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think about it.
That’s….. a lot of coffee. Dre’s gonna need to share. 💕☕️☕️☕️💕
Bibi “Bishie!Sans” belongs to @bishiebibi ! ✨✌️
Dude. Just. Thank you. Never EVER expected an artist I hold in such high regard and turn to for reference and inspiration, would end up doing something like this for me X’D I’m still geeking out about it! It’s like getting to spend six hours in a hot tub with Ryan Reynolds. AND Gosling.
i legit teared up at this tho
this is….i just have no words for much i love this ahahaha!
i so happy i could help someone out i really admire and aspire to be as good as in art~
now i’m gonna continue to stare and love this for the rest of my days<333
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