#multiverseofsouls

[bythebonefire]

@multiverse-of-souls​​

“Well. Speaking of gigolos...”

[spookyscientistskeleton-moved]

@multiverse-of-souls​

“BROTHER, NO! DON’T BE A HERO!”

“Such language in this house, my dear brothers. You boys know how I detest it. Would you prefer that I give you something to curse about?” 

[bythebonefire]

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I really love all the different flavors of Sansby I have with @multiverse-of-souls! We have a ton of different verses for them at this point, and all of them have such a unique vibe. Wish is the kind of person who is just down to try out any random AU idea and just brainstorm to see where it goes, and it’s a creative delight to just see what we can wrangle out of these characters in whatever situations we put them in.

If I had to pick a favorite verse... it’d be hard sodfijsdofij, but I’d have to say:

Our post-game default verse is heartbreaking, as a core part of it is Sans dying of a soul-related illness brought on by all the years of resets. But some of the threads that have come out of just--the two of them processing and dealing with that has led to some of the most heartfelt and emotional scenes I’ve ever gotten to write? I’ve cried more than once writing Grillby’s parts of those threads. And it also comes with the bonus of a wonderful “finding second love” story with Grillby eventually developing a relationship with Wish’s Gaster.

Wish and I developed a film noir verse based on a random ask meme, with Sans as a hardboiled private detective and Grillby as the desperate client coming to him in his hour of need with a Mystery to solve. I just love all the worldbuilding that we put into that verse, how we built up the city that the AU is set in, and the whole aesthetic in general. I’m a huge sucker for film noir vibes, and it scratched an itch I hadn’t even known I had. 

[bythebonefire]

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A bright smile is poorly hidden behind his hand as he laughs, freckles shimmering. ‘Oh--honestly, Sans.’ 

‘Does... “simping” go both ways, I wonder? Because you know, I think I’m pretty fond of you myself.’ 

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lol I mean can I gush about your Sans for a moment? All of your muses are such a delight to play against, but we definitely have a lot of Sans/by verses under our belts, and you bring out different facets of Sans in all of them, and by contrast bring lots of different things out of Grillby. You really nail his world-weariness underneath the sense of humor, and that carries over consistently from verse to verse. 

I am, I will concede, extremely soft on film noir verse, because The Aesthetic, and also because your Sans just naturally fits in very well as a private detective in that kind of setting, but I’m looking forward to seeing more of him in your The Thought AU verse, now that we’re doing a thread in it!

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You and me had talked briefly about a King Grillby verse and that would be just MMM. Chef’s kiss. Though also, the more we’ve talked about Mafiafell and such, I’d love to plot out some interactions between a Mafiafell Renegade and Mafiafell Wingdings. Pre or post-”whoops I murdered your kids”, I’m not particular. In general I really want to see more of your more morally ambiguous muses--you really do just go all in with them, and that’s something I appreciate. :B

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Years ago I was RPing Ashiya from Hataraku Maou-Sama, and ended up on a whim following someone playing Reisi Munakata from K Project. I think maybe I had originally followed them on a blog for a different character? I don’t remember. But we ended up doing this whole plotline together that ended up leading to an unbelievably sweet crossover romance with a really gradual, natural buildup that involved months of flirting and building up their friendship before they kissed under the fireworks at a festival and it was the cutest thing ever. 

We ended up doing multiple verses with that ship. Tons and tons of threads and a couple of shipkids. And then a few years ago, I was at a conference in Anaheim, near-ish to where they lived, and we were able to meet up for dinner at Downtown Disney. We had beignets! It was fun. 

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I feel bad admitting this, but I don’t read nearly enough of my friends’ ship threads lmao. 

I’m definitely looking forward to seeing more of you and @starredfame writing Sans and Mettaton interacting in the human AU! idk if you’re planning to go full ship with it, but they have a really cute dynamic from the little bit you did on our Discord, and that’s a dynamic I can see you two wringing a lot of fun content out of. 

I’LL TELL YOU ANOTHER ONE THOUGH YOU ABSOLUTE MAD LAD

THAT I WOULD’VE LOVED TO SEE MORE OF

YOUR RENEGADE AND ELI’S FELL GASTER

I KNOW IT DIDN’T GET TOO FAR BUT I WAS ROOTING FOR THE BI AWAKENING BAD END

[bythebonefire]

Everyone please know that the thing you need to do to find Wish in a crowd is just shout out an extremely specific idea for a new RP AU and she will immediately materialize from the ether

[bythebonefire]

‘That’s why I intend to beat him to it.’ 

‘Sans is of course welcome to cause as many shenanigans as he likes the day of, but planning? That’s my territory.’ 

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"I imagine you don't really have a birthday, at least you don't know when it is, but you deserve one anyway and it's been a year since we started working together so. Why not make it today?” - he hadn't been able to get him a sweet treat or anything fun like that, war made that hard to do but, he had gathered some flowers from various nearby fields and wrapped up into a loose bouquet. He'd also found a few choice pieces of coal for the elemental he'd grown so fond of."it's not much but I hope you like it." - war au go brrrrr

Grillby’s birthday || Not accepting

He was confused by the offer, bending slightly to accept the bouquet. 099 had observed the giving of flowers and other small gifts before, and he had wondered about the purpose of it. They were, after all, only flowers. And yet the recipient always seemed so genuinely flattered, blushing with a heat that 099 had come to understand indicated a romantic attraction. Was it simply because the flowers were beautiful? Or because they smelled pleasant? 

As he studied the gift, and as Mage Sans spoke, he found his first thoughts were neither of the beauty of the bouquet or the pleasant smell of the flowers. It was the image of his commander taking the time out of his day for this. He could picture it, the skeleton wandering amongst the late-summer blossoms. Selecting ones that he thought 099 would like, for nothing but the want to share something beautiful with him.

099 wondered if he looked at all like those he’d witnessed in the past, receiving flowers. Raising the bouquet, almost hiding his face sheepishly behind it, though it did nothing to hide the spike of white-gold flames behind it. It took genuine control not to catch the blossoms ablaze. 

And behind his shyness, another, less kind thought lingered, sparking a twinge of guilt.

What makes you any more deserving of this than any of the others?

A weapon was not born. A weapon was made, and then used. No one to celebrate its creation, and no one to mourn its inevitable decay. You did not need to offer beautiful things to a weapon. You did not need to love a weapon. Why should he, by the circumstance of having known Sans, by the circumstance of being loved by Sans, be any different? 

... Perhaps he shouldn’t. 

But was there anything wrong, with being grateful? 

‘Thank you, commander,’ he answered with a gentle smile, once the initial spike of his flames cooled. Emboldened slightly by the fact that they were alone, he bent down, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. Something he had also seen on more than one occasion, from those couples he observed. ‘I will cherish these.’