“Don’t think I have seen you here before human. Have you seen a skeleton about ye tall walking around?”
🌼Howdy and good morning! I didn’t sleep the best last night so I am going to have a rest day today. That said I have been working on Ash’s sheet but refs are not that fun for me so I tend to supplement that with chibis! I drew over... I want to say 50+ chibis. Every single boy that I have, even the ones you have not heard much about or at all! I even did some of what their human appearances might be. I don’t want to burn myself out but I have tons of these to share! You are free to comment or toss in the ask box what one you would like to see. I will post a list below for you all!
They are still sketches and will eventually will be fully done but for now, so many boys need so many sketches X’D Hope you enjoy my multiverse family!
Frisky’s Multiverse cheebs:
Quarantine (horrortale):
Ash - Blade - human Blade - human Ash
Fellswap:
Grimm - Crimson - “human” Crimson
Underworld:
Red - Boss - Gered - human Red - human Boss - human Gered
Wonderfell:
Cheshire - Hatter
Felldritch:
Boss - Red - Eldritch - Saw - Doc Red?
Yokaifell:
Ryou - Ryou “human” - Kuro casual - Kuro Samurai - Ryou kitsune
Other:
Glitch - Dawn - Dusk - Ouro - human Dawn - human Dusk - Human Ouro
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ooohhhh I love your interpretation of the HT bros!! how would coming to the surface look like to them? any sort of post-pacifist setup? actually integrating into society or finding s/o's?? (if you want, no pressure! love them either way, I just love them alot and would love to hear your thoughts on them!)
awww thanks anon! (//▽//)ゞ hoo boi, i could write an entire fic about them finally making it to the surface and what that would entail/what the integration process would be like… mmm i’ll skim over that, though, in favor of addressing some of the other questions, if that’s alright! suffice to say, the long and short of them coming to the surface would be complicated, and in an ideal timeline compassion in humanity would win out over fearmongering for the best outcome.
(answer under the cut:)
once they’re more integrated, though, and perhaps a few years have passed, they’re better settling into the feeling of not facing imminent starvation (all kinds of research shows precisely what kind of trauma that imprints on you, though; all monsters would highly value food, having next to no waste, and so on). many monsters attend therapy groups of various kinds, and monsters and humans work together to incorporate monster ‘biology’ studies into common curriculum, university focuses, and more. it’s a hard but welcome transition, and though there are bumps (and the vocal minority of humans in favor of segregation), they begin to find a true home on the surface.
as for our skelebros in particular, they have a small home at the base of the mountain together - the bustle of the city center is a bit too much for them. it’s simple and almost cottage like, hand built thanks to their stature and needs. even once(/if) they end up with s/o’s or mates, they’d still choose to live together, and simply build onto their cottage - they’re extremely community oriented at this point, and find more positive fulfillment in growing their family than going off on their own.
Pap in particular likes to be close to nature, and ends up getting a job at a local florist & garden hobby shop. he’s got a way with the plants, and though he still doesn’t talk much even after his health improved and he was able to get properly working jaw hinge replacements, he fosters a renewed love for the little things in those that visits the shop he works in.
Sans after a while attempts to look back into the sciences, but suffers a breakdown after his memory issues make it nearly impossible. he still has bouts of minor amnesia, and only after significant encouragement from his brother agrees to get more specialized help. with a little more time he finds ways to both cope and handle the issues, as well as ways to minimize his bouts and help him center himself more easily. after that progress, he starts writing. he used to be a comedian after all, and has always had a way with words, and an intense love for all things space and speculative - so he becomes an author, one who gets a name for his comedic sci-fi novels. if you can get an answer out of him about it (which is rare), he’ll admit that his mind drifts a lot - so he chases the thread of imagination, building the worlds up.
Pap would likely meet an s/o through his flower shop; it would be no fast romance, of course, though he does get crushes a little easier. he doesn’t have much self confidence, though, so he simply never acts - it’s only after a few months of being a regular at that shop that he’d agree to get coffee with you.
his words are still far and few between - if you ask him to teach you sign language, though, you’ll quickly foster a close friendship with him. that you want to learn how to communicate with him better means the world. he’s a total sweetheart, but as you get him a bit more out of the shell and communicate with him more, you’ll also uncover his mischievous side - his brother might have been the prankster, but Pap had just as bad a mischievous streak… it just was a little less obvious. in the end, he’d ask his s/o out after half a year of being close friends, all too prepared to be turned down - but if you say yes, then be prepared for the most loving and protectively elated embrace from your new 8-and-a-half foot skelebae. <3
Sans would likely meet an s/o through the small local coffeeshop he frequents. while he still loves Grillby’s and visits his friend often, part of Sans’ recovery involved going sober, so he tries not to spend every night there (instead dropping in for lunch where there’s less temptation, or meeting up with Grillby outside of the pub). the caffeine addiction he ends up with is far less harmful, and mostly just involves at least three cups a day. once he’s writing, he tends to go there a couple times a week, knowing it’s better for him than holing up in his and Pap’s place. you might catch him turning from grabbing his coffee, as he’s effectively blind in the one eyesocket - after you caused him to spill his coffee, you insist on buying him another, and despite his low, rough voice trying to tell you that you didn’t need to, the fact that you do so anyways immediately makes a positive impression on him - once again, that importance of food/drink to monsters, and to Sans in particular.
you end up chatting a bit while waiting, and though he’s not talkative, he proves himself a surprisingly good listener. it was something he had to work on for years after surfacing - essentially, mindfulness, and being in the present. it helps keep him from having amnesia spells or losing track of things. in the end, you’re both regulars, and you start to take the seat close to him - maybe you show him some things online you catch, or chat about your favorite book when you see you have a genre in common with him. it goes from there, and eventually you end up getting lunch somewhere together. it’s not quite a date, but it’s not not a date, either. that’s how you end up dating, honestly - you become such close friends that over the course of several months, you end up being cuddled together on his couch, watching some campy scifi movie, when you find his hand slowly scooping under you chin… you turn your eyes up to him, finding him slowly leaning closer, his sockets lidded, searching your gaze with his one good eyelight - before the distance is closed, and you’re kissing him as thoroughly as he’s kissing you.
