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[thetartmaker]

“One spider donut please.”

Florent smiles then gets one,quickly wrapping it up in plastic bakery wrap before holding it to her.

“That’ll be 7 G please.”

[bow-tie-bartender]

@catzmir91 (Continued from this)   Grillby was mindlessly cleaning out one of his beer glasses as he overheard the gossip between the monsters, he didn’t care much for that stuff but he often found himself listening and making his own opinions on it. Though, as t he thought about it, there were only two fire elementals he knew that were remotely in the area - him of course, and his daughter Fuku.  At first he hesitated as they did say ‘blue’ flicker,  as his daughter was blessed with a green flame, but he felt a pull to go. Moving over to the group he was quick to inquire where this supposed fire elemental was, regardless if it was his daughter or not, he felt a connection with any elemental as most shared a common flame. That being said, he already had it in mind to stroll down to the more dangerous parts of the underground, that being Waterfall of course. He rarely saw a monster he didn’t know as most frequented the bar enough times for Grillby to match a voice to a face, then again the underground was more than just Snowdin so there was always a chance of a new visitor every day. For now, he settled on these few monsters that were chatty, he’d had to kick everyone out but it was important that he see to this supposed flamester. 

[frosttheelemental]

Fire Meets Ice

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Why hasn’t any construction happened yet..? So unsafe.. The elemental thought to himself as he looked at the edges of the pathway he took. Another monster could easily just fall into the molten lava at the end of the large fall one would take. Such a fate would only happen easier with how bumpy these damn rocks were along the path.. Hotlands surely wasn’t an easy to place to live in.

Frost was on his way to another day at work in his usual attire. The elemental looked back down at a piece of paper in his hands. His featureless face locked on the thin sheet. 

It was essentially a summary of money his business earned, taxes, days off, and plenty more things. Frost was so concerned over it mostly due to the fact he was losing gold with how many days he had to close down the store thanks to stress and overworking himself. Running such a place like that wouldn’t be good on anyone’s nerves if they were doing it alone.

He’d continue to be developed in his paper, unaware of anyone who was near him or might be in front of him. The half-ton monster of highly dense ice steaming right through whoever may come across him. His shoes clinking along the floor and paper making crunching noises in his hands.

[oldblogofotherthings]

✂

Send me ‘✂’ and my muse will kill yours. Right now. Brutally, horribly, bloody. Just do it.

(( warnings for death and violence ))

Mongrel stalked through the tunnels after the little green flame.  the old urge was back, find something to test himself against, feel a life completely in his hands, and what better life than the one that weak excuse for a version of him’s love.  he knew well the dangers of a fire elemental, so he waited, and stalked, till he saw his chance as she bent down next to the river.  swiftly leaping out, the metal cord was already looped in his hand, throwing it around her neck as he shoved her in with his foot. He didn’t want it to be that easy, dragging her out by the neck from a cloud of steam and out of the river.

he dragged her face up to his by the cord around her neck, a snarling grin on his face.  [”there we are, nothing but an ember now.  Fight back, or I’ll be very disappointed.”]  Rearing back, he punched her to the ground across her face.  maybe in the daze of pain she had mistaken him for her lover, or the blow had stunned her.  with a brief effort, two hatchets of rotten yellow energy fell into his hands, yellow lightning crackling off them as he rained blows down at the prostrate woman.  she tried to fight back, she really did, and Mongrel was left with a nice new set of burned scars across his body as he hacked away.

With a kick to her head, he stepped back, before snarling, raising his hand, a bed of long jagged blades rising up under her, spreading ash into the air along with her last scream.  He snorted out a breath, honestly a little disappointed.  Maybe he should have only dumped some water on her to soften her up instead of dunking her into the river.  It would have kept it more interesting. still, he mused, examining himself, a twisting burn up his arm he hadn’t noticed in the heat of combat, several long lines across his chest and muzzle, deeper and angrier than the ones left from his own fire back in his timeline, she’d certainly left him with a nice addition to his collection of scars.

He winced as he bent down.  shit, she’d really done a number on him even mostly drowned.  stooping, he retrieved the core laying on the ground, still warm, and a handful of ash, coating his hands in it like some gristly trophy.  turning, he found himself face to barrel with a gun.  Reactions built up over his whole life where all that saved him as he jerked to one side, the lighting bolt searing the air over his head as his counter part, the Fen of this timeline drew a golden blade with death and golden magic streaming from his eyes.  Mongrel let out a loud almost crazed laugh, summoning his two handed ax and clashing towards his counterpart in a clashing storm of gold and rotten magic, lighting crackling between them.  There was no grace, just an elemental struggle as Fen screamed in primal Fury and loss.

Mongrel’s wounds slowed him but he was stronger.  What he forgot though, was that Fen had nothing left to lose, lunging forward with his thin duelist’s blade, leaving him open to a downward chop from mongrel.  Mongrel blinked as he glanced down, his soul flickering into visibility, run through with his enemies blade.  He looked, confused, before smiling, a look of satisfaction, almost ecstasy, crossing over his face as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back, his body turning to dust, before his soul shattered.  Fen coughed up a cloud of dust, stooping to reclaim Fuku’s core from the cloak and pile of other trophies left behind.  limping and wheezing, he dragged himself over to the dispersing pile of ash, kneeling in front of it.  He held the core to his chest, a weak keening sound of mourning echoing through the halls and tunnels of waterfall.  It took only a minute before he too turned to dust and his soul shattered forever, leaving nothing but his cloak, the core, and the echo flowers still keening in mourning and loss.

[fasioncnfire-blog]

"It's okay dear, don't listen to the cowards. You are wonderful, smart, and kind" She wrapped her arms around her double, trying to comfort her.

She kind of stiffens at the hug at first barely even registering that it wasanother her hugging her. Shakily she reaches up and hugs the other Fuku back. Trying not to cry into her shoulder. She shook her head and even though she wantedto argue she could only find herself repeating “Thank you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

[oldblogofotherthings]

Last minute planning

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“Ok, right, so, we have Muffet catering you said?  alright, I that frees up some of the budget then, though I wish you hadn’t run yourself so ragged to do it.”  Of course, Fen himself had been running himself ragged doing scouting and spectating for his uncle’s own business to earn some extra money, which had come in suddenly when he found a nice vein of silver, earning a healthy chunk of G as commission.  “so we where still going with that clearing in snowdin right?  or have we thought of somewhere else?  I suppose the city would work, it’s closer to most of my family, but I cant stand crowds, but it wont be too cold do you think?”  He sighed tiredly at the table, one end of the pencil already chewed to pulp as he sketched down some more of his thoughts.  He really should have thought of most of this sooner.  He looked up from his seat at their table, relaxing a little when he looked at her.  but then again, at the end of it all he’d be married to her, so it was worth the hassle.

[oldblogofotherthings]

"Can I have a hug dear?" She sighed,looking a bit put out for some reason.

Fen frowned in concern, immediately wrapping her in a fierce hug, enfolding her in his arms protectively.  “of course you may, is everything ok?  what happened?”

[dreeming-royalty]

*letter gets shoved under his door* You always seemed nice to me. Even those go we’ve never met.

What’s my reputation?Accepting!

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaathank–