#puzzlingrecalibrations

[voidedcore-blog]

Three months.

Three months you'd been stuck in the ruins. Three months you'd been subjected to this child’s whims. Three months you'd had to watch them cozy up to your mom because if they died then your best friend would too and you couldn't have that.

But today. Today was different. You could feel it. When they woke up, earlier than usual, with a firm set to their young and normally gentle face, you knew. When they put on their favorite sweater from Toriel, you knew. When they approach your, shared, mother looking apprehensive but stalwart, you knew. When they paused at the top of the stairs, looking conflicted, you knew.

It was time.

As you venture to the end of the hall, you make your presence known to them after the former queen retreats to her home above, you take one glance back. As much as you wished you alone could stay, you knew it wasn't meant to be.

The door to the Ruins opens.

[octavuscadere-blog]

They stand at the top of the stairs every day. They know what will happen if they go down. It’s been months, and they still have not left the Ruins.

Mom is just like they remembered, and they make bake together every day it seems. The fallen human is well-fed for the first time in what seems like such a long time. They’re warm, and have a collection of colorful sweaters that Toriel has taken upon herself to create; she’s even patched up the one Frisk fell down with.

They spend time outside Toriel’s home in the red leaves and with the shy Monsters. Most of the creatures recognize Frisk now, and the little human has even been giving them nicknames on the occasion. Sure, the creatures probably don’t understand, but Frisk likes it when they know someone by name and not ‘Froggit #4′. 

They stand at the top of the stairs every day. Will he even be there? Does he remember? Did they wait too long? Did they mess this up? What if he’s angry? What if he forgot about them?

These thoughts keep the fallen child from their destination. That, and the knowledge of the absolute heartbreak it will bring to Toriel. Maybe it would have been easier to just leave the night they came back here, like ripping a band-aid off really fast. Now they’ve stayed too long and it doesn’t feel right to leave or to stay- they’ll still be disappointing someone.

For three months, the door to the Ruins does not budge.

Their SOUL hurts sometimes, like even it knows they’re prolonging something terribly important. They find themselves feeling less and less welcome despite the warm hugs Mom gives.

They stand at the top of the stairs every day. They take a shaky step down today.

The door to the Ruins opens. 

[voidedcore-blog]

💬 - puzzlingrecalibrations

Papyrus and Void!Chara used to regularly play together back when they were just known as Chara. When Papyrus would come over, Chara would snag Asriel and proceed to get everyone so whipped up into a tizzy that they’d run themselves almost into the ground playing games and darting around the courtyard of the castle. Those two (and one completely unrelated skeleton) are the only known people who have heard Chara’s free laughter, a shriek followed by uncontrolled laughter. Void!Chara really misses Papyrus.

CORE!Chara, on the other hand, sees Papyrus as a threat. He tends to rouse residual feelings in them and if they were to ever get out of the CORE he’d definitely have to be the one they got rid of first. He makes them hesitate. And they can’t afford that.

[voidedcore-blog]

Well, look at you! - puzzlingrecalibrations

The newest Dreemur child blinked widely at being caught with Papyrus' scarf wrapped around their neck and billowing behind them like a heroic cape as they bustled about ina sweater that was also his and clearly drapping off them. "Yeah, well, I mean there's probably some really cool growing magic in here right? That'd explain why you're so much taller than Sans."

"Oh, hey watch!" And with zero warning the, very reckless, royal child just jumps from the top of the stairs, making sure to get a running start so they actually cleared the stairs.

[skeletonkeyng-blog]

puzzlingrecalibrations replied to your post:*Could I hang out in someone else’s timeline for a...

I AM VERY GOOD AT HANGING OUT! IT MIGHT EVEN BE ONE OF MY HOBBIES? (NOT THAT I AM ABLE TO DO IT OFTEN.)

*Is that you, Papyrus?

*Uh.... Well, I’d love to... but...

*...

*Oh who am I kidding. I can’t turn you down.

[octavuscadere-blog]

crown thing for puzzlingrecalibrations (double pistols and a wonk)

my opinion on;

character in general: I love Papyrus. i love Papyrus so much he’s so great like bby you don’t need to add ‘Great’ in front of your name we already know. Also he loves spaghetti?? Same, honestly. how they play them: Literally Papyrus. I have no other words about this noodle you play it’s him- it’s Papyrus. the mun: Also a huge nerd, but we’re huge nerds together so it’s okay. 

do i;

follow them: YErp with them: YEAwant to rp with them: YESship their character with mine: Platonic adopted uncle and also bestie. 

what is my;

overall opinion:

well there was GONNA be a cool homestuck gif here but tumblr ate it ur great tho. 

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[voidedcore-blog]

just be a white girl

@puzzlingrecalibrations when i complained about hair problems

[mrpunnybones-blog]

You were given the green light. Everything was a-go. Frisk, Papyrus, and Papirus were here and ready to go.

...

This was probably the most nerve wrecked you have ever been. Or that you could remember, at least. You weren’t sure what was worse, the fact that you were about to pick apart the souls of nine donors, or that you dragged an eight year old child you were supposed to be taking care of into your weird psuedo-necromancy. Probably the latter. You were sure that the former was bad, but you didn’t even know if this would work, and you would feel much guilter about hurting Frisk than nine other monsters that would survive this no problem.

Positive, Sans. Think positive. Things will be fine. 

You slipped on Siri, the thick black glove not at all helping with how small you looked without your big fluffy coat. The lab coat wasn’t doing your bony figure any favors. There was a faint glow in the soul compartment from Siri, though, Wishes’ soul already there.

You walked over to Frisk after you had collected yourself, putting them up on the table for now. Best keep them comfortable, right?

“Okay, kiddo. Are you ready? I’m gonna have to keep your soul out for a little bit. If you don’t like something, just let me know, okay?”

You winked at the child.

“I know you can do this.”

You revealed the child’s soul, quickly fading the bright red to a calmer blue color so you had a least a little control over this. Who would’ve thought a fight with Sans would go like this? Deals one damage in the form of injecting souls into the kid. You felt terrible. Fortunately, there was food to be had. Mostly candy from Papyrus, but that was besides the point.

“Like I said, once we start, it shouldn’t take long, okay? No less than a day, I promise. Are you ready, Frisk? Let me see your determined face.”