Imagine Danny(still alive and living in amity park) in a very on and off anonymous relationship online, and him ranting to Sam and Tucker on how he loves the online person who's name is Jason (this was before the joker incident) so much, even though Jason often forgets to text him back or even see his messages for three days after Danny texts him(Tucker offered to look deeper to why Jason ghosts Danny so often, but danny just waves it off and stops Sam and Tucker from doing anything more chaotic and destructive.)
Anyways Danny just decides to ghost(hah) him back as payback(petty he knows but it's what he deserved Danny thought) and they just didn't talk for like a whole year, because the both of them have egos bigger than there bodies can handle or they just forget that they even had formed this relationship somehow.
I don't know who did it, but timeskip to both accidents, one of them certainly in the most nonchalant way (and probably high from blood loss) texted the other party:
"I just died not a good experience -10/10 would not recommend."
and the other person just replying with:
"Oh cool, same."
And that's how there old distinguished love, burned once again.
a gift for @itsladykit who will suffer as i cram this ship down her throat until she dies
tags: shakespeare, theatre nerd burgerpants, i cant call him burgerpants seriously so his name is Felix (bc hes a cat get it?), theatre nerd edge, uf papyrus/burgerpants (edgepants)
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Papyrus had dragged him here, as he did with most things he knew Edge would enjoy. He could have turned down the invitation, of course, could’ve ignored the gestures and the conspicuous details of the things Papyrus said that he knew were of his interest. He didn’t, though, just played the part that he was expected to play and agreed with ‘hesitation.’ He wasn’t sure how Papyrus found out his enjoyment for theatre, but he supposed it was something they both shared if the rants about characters in plays Papyrus would subject him to were of any significance.
Papyrus had insisted they go to a local showing of Romeo and Juliet, insisting that they had to both go to show their support for Frisk’s ‘Starring role!,’ regardless of the fact that they were only ‘First Citizen’ in the script he had glimpsed.
They had sat down near the front in the very center of the playhouse, watching the seats fill in around them. They were some of the only monsters there, and Edge was acutely aware of the stares on them. None overly hostile, but curious and prying in a way that made the magic at his core prickle uncomfortably. He shoved it down when Papyrus glanced over at him, pretending to read the playbook.
Down near the bottom stood Frisk’s name alongside their role, however minor, and he was about to close the pamphlet when a vaguely familiar name caught his eye. He looked closer at the name, frustration growing at his mind’s inability to connect the strings together. Before he could grow too frustrated with it, though, the lights in the theatre dimmed and a human stepped out, narrating the opening lines of the play.
He’d read the play many times before, and had seen it once, in the past- albeit as a bloodier and more violent version from his own ‘verse- and so it wasn’t much work to keep track with the story. The argument in the street, the heartbroken lament, the party, they were all just what he had read before. Even so, he found himself relaxing, caught in the words of the actors on the stage. All human, which made the appearance of a familiar monster in the next scene that much more surprising.
Edge recognized him, having seen him around Hotland before while making his own rounds. Or, he supposed, he recognized him from his memory of his own universe, a twitchy cat monster, gaze always wary and form hunched over as if to hide from view. From his memory his name was Burgerpants, or- much more likely- he’d been given the unfortunate moniker by others. Edge glanced down at the paper in his hands. The dim lights of the theatre made him have to wait a moment to adjust to the low light, but he found the character and traced it to see the name he was ruminating on earlier. ‘Felix,’ the paper proudly displayed.
Edge looked up as they began talking.
Felix walked onto the stage- Mercutio, in the play- the group jesting and attempting to lift a heavy-hearted Romeo. Edge knew little about him, but the ease at which he spoke his part, dancing around the stage, voice confident and projecting, was far from the visage he’d had in his mind. Despite himself, he laughed at the quips given even though he knew they were there, pretending not to notice Papyrus giving him a very obvious look.
Edge found himself focusing intently on the scenes where he knew Mercutio would be, listening to the flow of words that fell from his mouth, the way his presence commanded attention in a way deserving of a main role. Though he knew it was coming, he found himself disappointed when Mercutio was slain, struck by a coward’s blow when Romeo stepped in.
The climax was coming, but Edge found it hard to pay attention, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair as he watched the final scene of the play, the tragic end and the reconciliation of the families. He only straightened up when the cast came out to the audience in turn, bowing, and he watched Felix make his way to the front, fake blood standing stark against the white shirt of his costume.
The house lights came on and they stood, Edge planning to make his way out before Papyrus stopped him, his hand on his arm.
“We should head to the back! I have a gift for Frisk for their excellent acting.” As he spoke he pulled a bouquet of roses from his inventory, waving them in the air.
Edge let the other lead him to the stage, sweeping back the curtain and heading to where the cast were milling around. Before they could get there, though, Papyrus let loose a dramatic gasp, his hand flying to his chest. “Oh no! It appears my bouquet has fourteen roses instead of thirteen! How terribly clumsy of me!” He pulled one of them out, pushing it into his hands with a flourish. “Looks like you’ll have to give this one to someone else!”
Edge stared at him, unamused, but Papyrus only grinned placidly back. Before he could say anything the other trotted off, going up to Frisk and presenting the flowers. Edge watched as they perked up at the gift, grabbing them before flinging a hug around the other’s waist.
He glanced down at the rose in his hand, fully bloomed. Though he could just throw it away, it seemed a waste for such a nice flower. Making up his mind, he walked further through the cast, spotting a familiar figure, leg propped up on a chair as he laced his shoes.
He held the rose out.
Felix started, cursing softly and stumbling back, staring at the offered flower. His ears twitched and a flush worked over his face. “Uh. H-. Hello?”
Realizing he was only staring he cleared his throat. “I enjoyed watching your performance,” he said.
The other stared at him warily, then reached out and took the rose, holding it in his hand. “Um. Thanks? I uh.” He shifted in place, ears flattened to his head. “I wasn’t a, uh. Main character, or anything.”
“They tend to be overdone anyways,” he responded.
Felix glanced up at him and let out a shocked laugh, hand coming up to run over his head. The fur flattened under his motion before sticking straight up once more. “Yeah, they kinda do, don’t they?”
He glanced up and their eyes met. Felix quickly tensed, reaching down to grab a backpack he didn’t see earlier, fumbling with the zipper before carefully putting the rose inside, slinging it onto his back.
“Well, uh… Thanks! For, uh, supporting your local theatre!”
“I was happy to.”
“Right!” The other swallowed, then looked away. “I, uh. Have to get to work! Bye!”
He turned to leave, though only made it a few steps before the laces on his shoe, untied, tripped him. Before he could hit the ground Edge moved forward, catching him. They stared at one another for a moment before Felix screamed out an “OKAY THANKS” and darted off, nearly tripping in his haste to leave.
When Edge turned around he saw Papyrus staring smugly at him from across the room.
Favorite Color(s): Ahh listing colors is always such a struggle because once I start I want to tell you about ALL OF THEM! Sage and mint green, pale pink, all purples, teal!, burgundy, and maroon are all good
Time Now: 2:24 pm
Average Hours of Sleep you get: Oof... it used to be about 7, but the last couple of weeks have been 6.
Last google search: “how long does an onion last after cutting”
Blankets you sleep with: I’ve got two blanket comforters, one in gold and the other in blue. I pair them with a soft lavender blanket. And in case you were curious, I have sage green sheets with black pillow cases.
Favorite Fictional Characters: Ahh there are so many this is ridiculous. Steven Universe (obvi - actually, maybe not obvious to folks who don’t know me in irl? I’ve been told by damn near everyone that I’m him, but it’s hard to believe people would see me as such an adorable wonderful character :3). I love all the other gems too. Hermione and Luna are compelling from HP, and I love all the women in Buffy. Despite myself, Regina and Emma from Once Upon a Time are favs.
Favorite Book: Fire Logic and the rest of the elemental logic series by Laurie J. Marks is amazing. It starts a bit slow, but it’s the dream fantasy book: a whole other world, elemental magic that’s reinvented, tarot inspired, non-questioned queerness, conflict that’s resolved through communication, and So Much More!
Favorite Band: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I listen to stuff and things
Favorite Artist: ¯\__(ツ)__/¯
What am I wearing right now: Ugh, work clothes. Brown corduroys, blue polo, and a sea blue hoodie. Normally my clothes have much more... flair~
A Fact About Me: The only poem I have memorized is “Dream within a Dream” by Poe, and I have an annoying tendency to repeat it whenever silence falls
When did you create this blog: 2012 or 2013
Current Amount of Followers: 237
What do you post about: I rarely post my own things, and when I do, it’s usually a personal rant. I’ve made a few fandom posts, as well as some social justice commentary. As far as reblogs... 1/3 fandom trash, 1/3 memes, 1/3 ss
Do you have any other blogs: I’ve got a personal blog I made recently for my more intimate thoughts. It’s the kind of thing I wanna share with folks, but... people reading it would probably get me to censor myself :c
When did your blog reach its peak: Pffft who says I’ve peaked? (ง'̀-'́)ง
Who is your most active follower: I’unno about active, but @jack-capsizes sends the most love my way~
What made you decide to get a tumblr: Ughhhh. I joined this queer women’s group on campus and EVERYONE had a tumblr, and I was like whyyy won’t you stop talking about this?? and then Tango was like, “no jack, it’s amazing. AMAZING” and explained it again and again and again. And FINALLY I was like FINE. and now I’m here and wow! I have a community! I’m connected to culture! IT’S BEAUTIFUL! Plus, I’ve learned so much.
Do you get asks on a daily basis: ahahahahaha no.
Why did you choose your URL: ahh I feel weird even admitting this, but I’ve conceptualized myself as a king for a while now. I’m a leader, and I care for the people around me. I even don crowns. Plus, I like the sea, and sea-king is a light tie to me being a pisces. Also, I never stop seeking, questioning, searching, and growing. I am the ever seeking sea king~
Tagging:
ahh this part is hard... @jack-capsizes @dorianinasweater @starcabal @coffeekissesanddirtylies @imascientistofmusic @oddharmonics @sparklyspecter @hereisyourwarning @fuckyeahseb @schizo-fractured
It sort of bothers me when some people say, "you shouldn't change a character's sexuality and/or gender identification in your headcanons." Like, is there any harm? I especially feel a little mad because when I first heard that I was like "ok, Lydia, no more cross-dressing the characters you love that's not ok" and now I'm starting to see other people do it and I FUCKING LOVE IT OMG but I feel shitty because I felt like I didn't have the right to do it myself. Like, now I would be a copycat.
And i also just want to lay in bed and do nothing but sleep and lie still til 2pm but instead i have to sit in the living room with my sister waiting for her fucking laundry to dry so she can do her last load of laundry so i can drive her home. This couch isn't big enough for me to sit comfortably so my cramps aren't as bad.
