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[universalextortion]

@honeyhogger // plotted

Splat.

It was the sound of a snowball hitting the ground near Papyrus's feet. The person who had thrown it was... Somewhere out of sight. It was odd. The snow was streaked with what looked almost like black paint.

In the distance, laughter. Somebody was playing games.

[starsgivemehp]

Pap stares at his transformed fiancé with wide eyes. “woah...” he whispered under his breath, absolutely stunned by how beautiful Red looked.

Red blushed at the way Pap was looking at him, fidgeting in the new clothes, wings fluttering.

“i dunno how this happened, it just...! a little help?” he asked sheepishly, trying to maybe grasp the roof to climb down from where he was floating in the air. Landing seemed way too hard.

[wings-of-life]

Castles Are Rarely Abandoned

The harsh wind made the slippery bridge all the more difficult to cross, but Angel was determined to get to the other side. There was shelter there and if she wanted to survive the night, she was going to need it. Holding up a hand to shield her eyes from the sleet, she used the other to keep her hood up. Not that it did her much good anymore, her coat and clothes were already soaked through. Her fingers and toes were alarmingly numb.

The storm they had been warned about had hit a full week earlier than anticipated. Taken Angel by surprise as she was hiking through the woods, lost and freezing she was desperate for the shelter the looming building would provide her. The sleet took away too much of her version to really make out what it was, it looked like either an old castle or an old church. Not that she had ever heard of either one being hidden in the woods, she just hoped the roof was at least partially intact.

With a groan, she slowly pushed open one half of the large imposing wooden door, her feet slipping every so often. But she managed to push it open far enough to slip inside and close it behind her again. Shutting the storm out. She slumped to the floor as her tired legs gave out under her, a sob of relief coming from her. There was no wind and no snow in here. Maybe she’d survive the night after all.

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[pyxion-blog1]

@honeyhogger

It’d been a few days at least since the incident with Papyrus. Dragon had spent the rest of his days off at home, barely stopping himself from destroying things with the self-hatred he felt inside of him. He even felt that maybe it was balancing out, his whole being reminding him that he couldn’t be a normal Alpha. He was a broken Alpha and nobody wanted one of those.

By the time he got back to work, he was simply glad to have routine back in his life. He ignored the comments from his co-workers about his crankiness, even that eventually getting buried under the projects he worked on. Work would spare him thinking about what had happened and what could have been if everything had been avoided. It didn’t matter any longer and Dragon was more aware of his place in the world than ever before.

“You’ve got a delivery request to that shelter we partner with. Just a box this time, seems like they’re out of painkillers.”

The request had come at the end of a long day and Dragon sighed softly as he picked up the box. “Just a quick drop off, then. You guys need to get more delivery boys than just me,” he said, offering a weak laugh.

He clocked out and prepared to teleport to the shelter, box held under his arm. As he popped in, he was greeted by Toriel, her pleasant voice filling his ear holes. He did his best to offer her a smile as he held up the box, repeating his usual line about how it was another successful delivery.

“That it is! Please, stay here a moment while I get a slice of pie for you.”

He knew better than to argue and went to look around a little. The scent of Omegas was around, enticing the weaker part of him that he pushed down. Hell, he was so tired of living this way, remembering how the lone time he’d been successful with an Omega had been so quickly soured by his tail of all things.

Letting out a gentle growl, Dragon flopped down in one of the squashy armchairs in the foyer. “Hurry up, Tori. I’m going to lose my mind here.”

[twistedbones]

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The thing was way too large for him, the sleeves dangling off the ends of his hands as he lifted his arms. Distracted, Solis finally looked up to see the orange on the other’s cheeks. An amused smile crossed his face, followed quickly by a laugh.

“Really? I think it kinda hides some of my good assets.” He twisted around a little, looking at himself.

It was so different with Papyrus. Solis had noticed the change in him around the other skeleton, though he couldn’t say why it’d happened. He felt much more carefree and at ease, which he was loathe to admit was actually a bad thing for him. He knew he was setting himself up for more soulache and pain but Papyrus was so wonderful. Just having him over for a bedroom romp and a cup of tea felt like more than he deserved.

“Besides, ya look great in this thing. It suits ya, colour and all,” Solis said, trying to roll up the sleeves a little.

He got closer, putting his arms around Papyrus’s waist as he pressed up against him. “Hope the tea I grabbed is good. Not much of a tea drinker and I wasn’t sure if ya liked tea or coffee so I got both. Most food I’ve ever had in this damn apartment, I think.”

[dopplerfactorblues]

Sans found himself pacing back and forth in the living room as he waited for his brother to wake up and come downstairs, impatience and anxiety instilling a faint tremble in his hands.

Despite that, he was resolute. He was going to change things. He wasn’t going to go through another reset terrified of what could happen to Papyrus, constantly concerned about the ways in which the human could hurt or torment him. This time, he was going to be proactive.

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[pyrocicle]

{ @honeyhogger wanted a random Dove starter-- }

“-- there’s a reason I don’t want anyone to read that! it’s dangerous! was the fact the entire thing is enciphered not enough of a hint?!” Though Dove snatched her notebook up, it was far too late for that warning - the very first pages of it are filled with a scribble of madness and a symbol that brings doom upon those who see it. In places, whatever pencil she used almost ripped through the page. It’s a harsh contrast to the neat lettering of the rest of it.

[thegreatandintimidatingboss]

@honeyhogger

“AHEM. PAP?”

A tap on the shoulder to the orange-hoodied shoulder. Yep, that was Boss’s voice. But when Pap were to turn, the only visual he would be able to get was a very pissed face, and a fist flying at him.

CRACK!

A killer right hook. cracking Pap’s jaw. Honestly he was lucky it wasn’t the eye socket.

“THAT’S FOR CHEATING ON MY BROTHER.”