#pentollsinwhynot

[unu-nunu-art]

*Greetings Gauge! I am curious about something maybe someone has asked this before but um, have you ever been to any other place besides where your at now?

[little-noko]

I don't know how comfortable you are with answering this so of course, you dont have to. I just wanted to ask what...haphephobia is like, for you? Again, I don't know how sensitive this topic is so its totally in your right to not answer and my apologies if I caused you problems

Honestly ? I’m at a point in my life that I just don’t have the energy to care about those issues. They’re a part of me and all I can do is do my best with what I got.

My haphephobia is related to people I don’t know. It makes my body really stiff whenever someone try to touch me. It’s not painful, but it’s stressful, like I’ve got scare jumped. It can make me yell at times and it can be embarrassing... It is frustrating at time, even with people I’m close with, I have to initiate the physical contact for it to feel better, other else it’s just too much stimulation for me...

There’s only a few people that I can physically tolerate and... that can make me surprisingly touch starved. 

[tatatale]

Thank yOU!!!♥ I won't always be able to dedicate so much time to it but at least some weekends and nights! The characters are easy to draw and I don't put many details (not to mention color) so it will be easier for me to go fast >u<) AND IT’S SO MUCH FUN.

[maxladcomics]

grave is looking down at the kid at the last panel like "did you also hear that? I wasnt the only one who heard what he said right?"

I have started to wonder if Grave has ever heard a pun before ohno, what if he stays in a constant state of confusion ahhh

These two are the worst to stick together why did I do this

[xladymalice]

Goddamm why you make me feel these emotions! I'm genuinely disgusted and angry at Mutt for doing and thinking how he does but I still cannot be fully angry at him bc of his past and bc of what world they are living in but my God, do I wanna hit him. And my God, the difference between who Sans was and who Sans is now hit me so hard with that new page! Just how he reacts and talks and then I go back to the first pages when he started remembering these after Toriel and my God... what a past...

Good, good.

Just like I wanted you to react

You have every right to be mad and disgusted at him because he does a shitton of things wrong. In fact, he is freaking selfish at that point, driven by the fear of losing his bright star to some other monster.

He is especially careful about Grillby and Muffy since both of them are not only dangerous but desire something of Pup’s brother- in his view.

And you perfectly point out the fact I aimed for, for so long! It’s exactly what I’ve wanted to display.Black used to be a lot like (but not identical to) Blue. He would’ve been different if it wasn’t for the swapfell world as well as his brother. His entire behaviour, language and style changed (for good?)

Thank you very much for this delicious ask

[paintys-actual-art]

Hey, hi, heya, I havent had a compliment time with you, pierte, in a long time. SO HOLY SHIT THOSE DRAWINGS ARE AMAZING!!! The expressions are So detailed and the background just??? Ohmygod??? So fucking incredible!!! You are awesome! Stunning! Fascinating! THESAURUS HELP FOR MORE SYNONYMS

awwww, pentoll…. you made me all teary /)///(\ you are way too sweet for your own good. <3333 thank you so much!! it means a lot that you like my art ;u; 

[odderancyart]

@pentollsinwhynot (and since that tag wasn’t working, @pentollsinwriter) said on this post:

and don't forget the famous Grim brother versions and original Andersen Tales. I imagine Toriel telling the original Little Mermaid tale as a bedtime story to the kids who fell down ¨

Yes. H.C. Andersen’s fairy tales aren’t that gruesome - when I was little we had a cartoon with the originals and I'm an easily frightened person and I adored them - but yes.

I don’t care much about Toriel though, especially non-UT Toriels, so... Have some Spicyhoney

(Spoiler warning for H.C. Andersen’s The Wild Swans. If you care at all for fairy tales, I truly suggest you go read the story first because it’s such a wonderful one to be missing out on.)

“Far away, in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, lived a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast and a sword by his side. They wrote with diamond pencils on golden slates and learned their lessons so quickly and read so easily that everyone knew they were princes. Their sister Eliza sat on a little stool of glass and had a book full of pictures, which had cost as much as half a kingdom.”

Stretch froze in the hallway, blinking. Had he heard right? Unconsciously, he straightened, and if he had had ears, he they would’ve perked up.

“These children were happy, but they were not long to remain so, for their father, the king, married a queen who did not love the children, and who proved to be a wicked witch.”

A grin spread over his face, and as quietly as he could, he stepped back, until he stood just outside of the guest room. Careful not to be seen, he glanced inside. There, by the bed, sat Edge. A deep purple book with golden letters rested in his lap, wide open. And he was smiling, his red eyelights soft, as his gaze went between the book and the two kids lying in the bed. Chara and the Frisk of Undertale. They’d promised to look after them overnight. Or, more exactly, Edge had promised.

“The Queen began to show her unkindness the very first day.” Edge’s voice was gentle as he told the story, and Stretch leaned against the wall, smiling as he listened. He hadn’t been expecting the other to read them a bedtime story, though. Hadn’t thought they did that in Fell-verses at all, honestly. It wasn’t an unfair assumption, with how Red more than once had scoffed at fairy tales, and Razz had gotten into a full lecture about giving children false hope about the future.

He was happy to find out he’d been wrong. To imagine his fiancé had grown up without the fairy tales he himself had so adored- It had hurt. His soul felt more at ease. Quietly, he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, leaning against it. He closed his eyes and listened. Enjoyed the sound of his lover’s warm voice. His entire body seemed to warm.

“’Go out into the world and look after yourselves,’ said the Queen. ‘Fly like great birds without a voice.’ But she could not make it so bad for them as she would have liked, for they were turned into eleven beautiful wild swans.”

At that, he heard Chara ohhh. The rascal did always like the conflict more than the happy ending. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. Perhaps it wasn’t strange they’d gotten along so well with Edge. Chuckling, Stretch tilted his head so he could hear better.

The story went on, and on. It wasn’t a short one, as some fairy tales were. The princes had disappeared forever, and soon also the daughter, Eliza, was forced to leave the castle after her stepmother put her under a spell to make her unrecognizable. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder why stepmothers always were the evil ones in fairy tales. But he had no answer. He was a mechanic, not a researcher of stories. Eliza went through a great deal, but eventually, she was told how to break the curse on her brothers.

“’If you are brave and strong, your brothers can be released,’ said she. ‘Water is softer than your own delicate hands and yet it polishes and shapes stones. But it feels no pain such as your fingers will feel. It has no soul and cannot suffer such agony and torment as you will have to endure. Do you see the stinging nettle which I hold in my hand? The same sort grows round the cave in which you sleep, but only these, and those that grow on the graves of a churchyard, will be of any use to you. These you must gather, even while they burn blisters on your hands. Break them to pieces with your hands and feet and they will become material for weaving. From this you must spin and weave eleven coats with long sleeves. If these are then thrown over the eleven swans, the spell will be broken. But remember well, that from the moment you start your task until it is finished, even though it occupy years of your life, you must not speak. If you speak then your brothers will immediately die. Their lives hang upon your tongue. Remember all that I have told you.’”

Even with Edge making voices for the characters, Stretch felt himself stiffen. That took an unexpectedly dark turn? But he relaxed once again as Eliza eventually married a king. This sounded more like a proper children’s story once more. Concern had been awoken, though. Did Edge really know what kind of stories were appropriate for kids? Stretch had to bite down on his tongue to avoid snickering; by Toriel, he really should let Blue know he had, for even a moment, suspected he might be the responsible one in this relationship. Even if it only was regarding fairy tales.

“Then with a trembling heart, Eliza crept into the garden in the moonlight, and passed through the narrow walks and the deserted streets till she reached the churchyard. She prayed silently, gathered the burning nettles and carried them home with her to the castle,” Edge continued. Looking around the corner again, Stretch felt his soul melt as he gently brushed away a lock of hair from Frisk’s face. “One person only had seen her, and that was the bishop – he was awake while others slept. Now he felt sure that his suspicions were correct, all was not right with the queen. He thought she was a witch and had bewitched the king and all the people.”

And then. Edge’s voice had turned dark as the story proceeded, and he said, “Now all the people came from the city to see the witch burned. “

Stretch’s soul skipped a beat, and before he could even think, he was on his feet, stepping into the room. Edge twisted around to see as he came inside, taking the book out of his lover’s hands. The kiddos stared at him in confusion. The same bewilderment covered Edge’s face as Stretch closed the book with a thump full of finality. “Love, what-”

“That’s not a story for kids, Edge,” he hissed. Chara had been furious when Asgore wouldn’t let them watch Annabelle, so how they’d react now, he didn’t know.

Edge blinked. “It’s very appropriate. It even has a happy ending,” he protested, standing up to reach for the book again. Then he glanced at the kids. “Apologies for the spoiler, children.”

“It’s fine,” Frisk replied sweetly, even as Chara scowled. As Stretch got distracted by their comment, Edge jerked the book out of his hand. Frisk sat up, staring at Stretch. The kid had one hell of a stare. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Probably, they’d learnt it from Sans. “That’s a kids’ story, Stretch. My first mama used to read it to me when I was little.”

“But-” Stretch’s protest went unnoticed as Edge demonstratively sat down again. A smile tugged at his mouth as he grabbed Stretch’s waist, and he yelped as he was tugged into his fiancé’s lap. Scowling, he crossed his arms, but Edge only hushed him, pecking his cheek.

“It is perfectly fine, love. It’s one of the ones both I and Frisk’s mother could agree on, even if she was hesitant. Now be quiet, please.”

After a moment of consideration, Stretch sighed, nodding. If Ms Toriel had agreed, he supposed it was alright. He leaned into the other’s embrace and was awarded another chaste kiss. After, he could almost hear Chara roll their eyes. Then Edge continued telling the story.

“This flower the king plucked, and when he placed on Eliza she woke up with peace and happiness in her heart. Then all the church bells rang of themselves, and the birds came in great flocks. And then a marriage parade, such as nobody had ever before seen, returned to the castle, where the king and Eliza lived in happiness for the rest of their lives. The end.” Edge closed the book. The thump was loud.

As he shifted, Stretch slid out of his lap, so he could stand. “Goodnight, children,” he murmured, petting first Frisk and then Chara. Both let him, and Chara even smiled. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight,” they chorused.

Grabbing Stretch’s hand, Edge led him out of the bedroom, leaving the door half-open behind them. They made their way into the living room, and he was pulled down into the couch before anyone spoke another word. Stretch heard him chuckle as he leaned into Edge’s embrace again, his head settling against the other’s collarbone. “See. Was that so awful?”

“Guess not,” he admitted, although grudgingly. Why was the other almost always right? It wasn’t fair. “Still. A witch burning? That’s too fricking dark for a kids’ story.”

Edge’s throaty chuckle sent pleasant shivers up his arms. “Oh, dearest. Then you should hear the stories I was told as a child.” He paused. Glancing up, Stretch could see him grin sharply. “Perhaps not. There’s a possibility you wouldn’t get much sleep then.”

“What.”

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Another request by @pentollsinwhynot !!

The request is for this (https://odderancyart.tumblr.com/post/178187530496/spicyhoney-flowershop-au-yes-i-know-its-old-the) fic!! Super cute spicyhoney fic by @odderancyart !!!!