I saw one of your live blog posts and I'm scared. I don't know what to expect aside from what the heck he's doing to Maddie but I'm a minute in and already furious because JAZZ IS NOT 17 YOU FOOL
Oh honey...you’re in for the long haul. Nothing is sacred, nothing is safe. I just saw the third and final Maddie concept and I...
I’ve never seen someone misunderstand their own Goddamn show as much as the Heart man because wow
just wow
Also yeah, that was literally me earlier I was like, “hold the fuck up i thought that she was 16, what kind of berestain/berestein bears mandela nonsense is this”
Rules: tag twenty followers you want to know better tololololo lol nope!
Tagged by: @echoheartx
Name: Caroline
Nickname: Carol, kitty/kitten
Gender: Cis Female
Star sign: pisces
Sexual orientation: Demisexual + BI
Hogwarts house: Well whenever I take the pottermore quiz, I’m either a Hufflepuff or Slytherin so. One of them. Or I could be a Slythepuff! AHAHAHAHA
Favorite color: Dark Purple ❤
Time right now: 5:28 pm
Average hours of sleep: Anywhere between 4-8 hours. Sometimes none? Depends on the day. :L
Favorite fictional characters: Spyro the Dragon! MOFO, Papyrus (My precious cinnamon roll and he WILL NOT BE TAINTED) & sans… Loki ❤ Tony Stark/Ironman ( ❤ tehehehe FrostIron ❤)
Blankets I sleep with: 2 atm though I want moar :U
Favorite artists/bands: Simple Plan, Evanescence, Breaking Benjamin, Disturbed, Halestorm, Hollywood Undead, Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, My, Panic! At The Disco, Paramore, Pink, Red, Rob Zombie, Skillet, Three Days Grace, Within Temptation, 30 Seconds to Mars.
Dream trip: Egland, Scottland, Fiji, Canada… Norway. i did want to go to america but the way it is... i’m skipping it.
Dream job: As long as I’m happy (pays my bills) and I make good money to live comfortably I’m pretty much A OK.
When did you make this blog: oh god who knows. I don’t even remember.Must of been.... maybe 2012? 2011? idk ~-(’^’~-)
Follower count: 100
Posts: 6,336
Who are your most active followers: currently @echoheartx , @suffer-pup, @tha-shire-cant-handle-me and @fel-fisk
When did this blog reach its peak: …. I don’t usually take notice of that :l I’m not a big blog at all.
Why did you join tumblr: Everyone else was doing it. It was a thing back then idk? I originally had an art blog I had but I think I lost access to it because of a bug so I made a new one and yeah. (I was never active on my old blog anyways so meh)
Why did you choose this url: It’s my online name I almost use for everything. And I came up with it by a Mixture of “Loki” and “darkness” and yeah, went to username generator and bam. User name. And I added Kitty on the end because… as I mentioned before… old blog so. Had to make it “different” in some way.
I tag: Anyone else that wants to do this, I’m too lazy to do tags. And I’ll take like 1000+ years to do it. Ahahahahahahahaha back to sinning!
Prompt: Sans/Grillby watching over Frisk together for the day while Tori’s out (errands, wants time to herself or smth)
Thank you, @echoheartx!
Rating: G
*sorry grillbz got to watch the kiddo tonight
*I don't mind cooking for a child
*you ever babysat before?
*Not since I was a teenager
*after a while they start whining about you crushing them its kind of a pain in the ass
*that a real invite though
*Yes, if Toriel doesn't mind
*hey tori instead of ordering pizza or scraping leftovers off the fridge the bf said he'd cook your kid a real meal hope you don't get too mad
*What does Frisk eat? I'm making something other than bar food on my day off
*their mom cooks em a lot of snails but they dont seem that into it
*That was incredibly helpful. Thank you, Sans.
*np
--
Frisk looked around Grillby's apartment, curious. They had never been where he actually lived before. It smelled smoky and there were dark marks on the wallpaper, but it was neat otherwise. They decided they liked it okay.
Grillby looked pretty weird out of uniform, in a black sweater and jeans.
"............hello," Grillby said. "......Frisk."
Frisk said hello back.
"............" Grillby continued.
Sans was in the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the fridge. "think fast, kid," he said.
Frisk braced themselves, putting their hands up to catch whatever Sans was about to toss at them. It never came. Sans ambled over and handed him a cup with milk in it.
"that's about as far as it goes for kid-friendly drinks in there, so it's that or faucet water," Sans told him.
"......" Grillby said.
"ok but you should've told me before because you keep the kerosene in a juice carton." He put his hand on Frisk's shoulder. "i'm telling you in advance that stuff tastes worse than it smells."
"..."
"and it's poisonous to humans, sure."
Frisk nervously eyed the fridge. They decided not to sneak any food while they were at Grillby's place. There was a chance Sans was pranking them on this, but they weren't going to risk it.
"............"
"we'll just watch tv or something. kid, grillbz says he's not done cooking, yet, so let's see what's on."
Frisk nodded. Grillby had a bigger TV than Toriel's. They grabbed the remote before Sans could make them watch something boring that Sans thought was hilarious.
A few minutes into their cartoons, they realized something unfortunate. They had to ask Sans which door led to the bathroom. This place had been built by humans, so there would be a bathroom, at least.
Sans pointed out a door. The other one must go into Grillby's bedroom. "good luck, kid," he said.
Frisk got up and gathered enough determination to actually open the door. Shelves lined the shower stall and someone had, at some point, removed the shower head and blocked the hole so no one could blast Grillby's stuff with water. The mirror over the sink was smoky. Frisk rubbed a spot clean and stared at themself. It was still them. Why hadn't they used the toilet before they left?
There was a stack of boxes on top of the closed lid of the toilet. They seemed to have books in them, because they each weighed about a million pounds. Frisk tried to check, but it didn't look like the water had been shut off. They tested by flushing ahead of time, and everything worked like it was supposed to.
"......." Grillby said, when Frisk finally was free of the bathroom.
"grillbz says sorry about the mess."
Frisk told Sans that there were a thousand boxes on the toilet.
"uh. probably should've cleared those off ahead a time, grillby. guess it didn't occur to him." Sans shrugged.
"..."
"yeah, i get there's water in there, but it's not gonna...jump out and attack you in your sleep. probably."
"..."
"he says he has no idea how they work. ok. there's water in the tank and it just goes into the---"
"......"
"you don't know and you don't care. ok."
Sans had stolen the remote while Frisk was gone, so they tried to grab it while Sans was distracted having a weird conversation with his boyfriend. Sans held it over his head and Frisk tried to drag his arm down. They knew they had to just keep at it. Soon enough, Sans got tired of making an effort and let Frisk have control of the TV again.
They switched off the soap opera Sans had put on and went back to their cartoon.
The apartment started to smell incredibly good, covering up the noxious smoke smell and spiking Frisk's curiosity. They shoved the remote into their pocket and got up to see what Grillby was making.
Thank god. No snails. They needed to figure out a way to get invited over again.
"......all right?" Grillby asked.
Frisk nodded.
"it'd be polite to help out and set the table or something," Sans said, from the couch.
Frisk and Grillby both turned and glared at Sans.
"what?"
Grillby showed Frisk where the silverware was, and he got the plates down and set those out. Sans sat on the couch. He did bring Frisk's drink over when Grillby called him for dinner.
It never took that long to eat monster food.
"you want to hang out here a while, or go home, or what?" Sans asked.
Frisk was a little worried about needing to use the bathroom again, but they didn't want to go home yet, either.
"........"
"grillbz says there's a park not too far from here. it's still light out."
That sounded better than sitting on a couch watching TV or playing cards with Sans until they had to go to bed. Sometimes they set up a prank for when Toriel got him. Usually Sans would help out a little with their homework, but they didn't have any that night.
Frisk held Sans' hand on the walk to the park. They guessed Sans had never been to this one before. Grillby walked a little ahead, since he knew where they were going.
The park had a pretty good setup, and there were a bunch of other kids there, so Frisk ran off to play. Sans and Grillby sat down on a bench, nearby. They heard another adult ask Sans if he was babysitting for a friend.
"huh? that's my kid. apple of my eye socket."
Grillby said something.
"i mean, legally, but also in my heart."
Grillby seemed a little taken aback.
"i never told you that?"
Frisk went over to the swings. They couldn't hear Sans talking, anymore. They tried to swing high enough that they flipped over, but that goal seemed just out of reach. The whole swing set shook with their attempt.
The park cleared out around sunset. They went to an ice cream place down the road and Grillby paid even though he didn't have any. It was getting dark on the walk back to his place and Grillby lit the sidewalk up around them. Moths kept flying around his head, and he idly waved them away.
"all right, kiddo," Sans said. They stopped outside, by the stairs leading up to Grillby's apartment. "tori'll be back soon, so give grillby his remote and let's head out."
Frisk fished it out of their pocket and handed it over. Grillby looked surprised to see it.
Frisk said goodbye.
"......bye, Frisk," Grillby said, with great care.
#THEY WOULD AND THAT INFURIATED ME#PAPYRUS TAKE THOSE JOOTS OFF#HOW DARE YOU BOYS#SKelebros
ok but the question i have is: which brother is MORE infuriating?
is it papyrus, with his sweet, pure love of denim products? he’s probably wearing them because he thinks he’s looks so great in them. everyone knows cool people wear denim, so how can you be cooler than wearing as much denim as possible?
or is it sans, who knows exactly what he is doing, and is gaining his own pure enjoyment out of everyone else’s anger and misery?
