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[redtomatofan]

Damn, last time I posted anything here was like... months ago.

I'm kinda coming to terms with this blog being dead BUT lemme resurrect it for a bit with a comic ✨

I'm sorry to post this so late aaa, Merry (belated af) Christmas @soloshikigami ❤️✨💋

Thank you @gyftmas2021 for awesome event!

[me-and-my-gaster]

redtomatofan

  I got an unpopular opinion for you! And something...

Oh gods this. I named myself ‘Joe’ during my first playthrough, always seen Frisk as a boy and, despite all the attacks on my interpretation and how bad and 'problematic’ it is, I still can’t help but see Frisk as a lil boi kid just because that was what I saw and thought of the character from the every beginning hhh. If you’re looking for boy/adult man Frisk content I’ve actually seen a ton of it in the Eastern part of the fandom, mostly Japanese and Korean ��

Good for you!

Alas, I don’t delve there in search of content, but that’s a good tip if I ever have a big need for that. Thank you!

[drabbletale]

@redtomatofan

I love the idea of Swap bros being the purest and shyest when it comes to their first kiss. Chaste (is that a word) and delicate and quick; Honey runs/teleport away after being like 'kbye!' because he can't handle being so flustered.

Classic - clumsy pair of dummies who smash their heads together and nearly knock each other out but they manage a proper kiss in the end.

First of all, I also love your first-kiss ideas omg! 

Blueberry going exactly where his Honey is because he just knows him so well. Runs a soothing hand down his back and sets his head on his shoulder. Then they’d kiss again, this time slower, but just as delicate. Blue treats him with care, not wanting to overwhelm him again, but wanting to absolutely revel in this beautiful moment.

And of course Classic would be in denial up until the second they aren’t and it happens fast and they (vaguely) hurt themselves... But it all turns out okay and they manage the proper kiss and more because they waited so damned long....

Thank you!! Needed inspiration! I’ve been writing all the conflict of my story so far and none of the fluff that’s supposed to happen in all the side bits lol! <3

[lucyhblack]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

*Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Papyrus/Sans (Undertale) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), Blood (HT!Sans), Flowey (Underfell), Toriel (Undertale), Asgore (Undertale) Additional Tags: HorrorTale, Underfell, character death in the background, PTSD, mild suicidal thought, tattoo artist x florist, traumas, it's not as dark as it looks, horrocest in the future, but I probably won't get to them

Summary: Blood is ready to start over (or so he is told) and her old friend's offer of a place to live seems like a good starting point. If he only knew the secrets that were hidden in the house... But he need not despair, not all flowers have thorns.

This story emerged from AU Tattooist Sugar x Florist Blood by @redtomatofan. I was just thinking about how magic tattoos would work on monsters (especially skeletons) and then how Blood would become a florist... well, that idea had to be written down or it wouldn't leave me alone.

So here it is!

Blood got out of the taxi and looked at what his future home would be. Honestly, after all that Toriel had said, he hoped the place was in a deplorable state and not just badly looked after.

The building was made of three-storey exposed brick, with a large window that served as a showcase on the first floor and a solid-looking door on the side. On the second floor there were two smaller windows and only one round in the center of the third.

Apart from some weeds growing at the base of the building, and some parts stained by the weather, it seemed in perfect condition to him. Of course, it was enough to take a look at the well-kept buildings next door to notice the difference.

The house was in a small business district, nothing too extravagant, but certainly a good one.

Before he even got out of the car he had checked his surroundings and still couldn't define what he felt with what he saw. On the one hand, seeing all the buildings so well treated around him, the security cameras, the types of monsters circling around, gave him a feeling of normality and welcome security, but on the other he only did him if feel more inadequate and out of place.

Well... at least the house seemed to match her condition.

He took a few steps and leaned over to look through the window without success. The interior was dark, the glass very dusty and with all the light coming from outside it was impossible to see anything inside.

He could almost physically feel the tentacles of anxiety, which had been crawling through his mind since he got into the taxi,stirring ready to grab him and pull him into the dark abyss of panic.

Tightening the jaw and closing his sockets, he took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

Why was he so agitated? It was just an old house, (an old house that had belonged to his old boss... the one he couldn't save) he had nothing to fear!

The first embers of frustration arose and he fed them, while opening the orbits and forcing himself forward, hoping that he could make them grow large enough to become flames of fury (because destructive fury was better than paralyzing fear).

For a second he thought he couldn't get his hands out of his pocket (while Toriel's voice vaguely reminded him that continuing to cling to anger and violence was not the answer), but when he realized, he had already raised his arm with the key firmly attached on his fingers (even if he couldn't feel the metal in his bones... and that foreign feeling of being a spectator in his own body only increased the dissociation he felt with everything around him, suffocating his senses, suffocating him...).

The door slammed against the wall, raising a cloud of dust that immediately entered its orbits and nasal slits. The resulting bang lifted him out of his "trance", but almost made him head into the state of panic he had been trying to combat.

He staggered coughing while the uncomfortable and tiny particles pricked the magic within his orbit. A part of his mind knew that he was in what was one of Asgore's properties, which Toriel had allowed him to live in exchange for him to look after her. But the other, the one that seemed to rule his fucking life now, was showing a very different scenario.

The thud of the door echoed in his skull, reminding him of the bombs exploding. The dust that had risen reminded him of the smoke from the fires and the dust of the dead on the battlefield. He felt himself suffocating, not knowing if it was smoke from the magic fire or something worse.

He staggered backwards, backing the door back up, and leaned on the doorframe outside, coughing and gasping with one arm over the nasal openings and the orbit watering by the soot of the magic fire.

He had to get out of there (there is nowhere to go, everything was burning!). He had to find his unit (they were all dead, dead!). He had ...

Suddenly the sound of loud laughter tore him from the battlefields that his broken mind insisted to revive.

A group of children ran past him, their laughter echoing in his mind long after they were gone. He opened his stunned orbits (which weren't really burning) and looked around.

He was at home, in his homeland, so far from those fields abandoned by the Angel that just the simple idea seemed like a bad joke.

He looked at the Coffe Shop at the end of the street where a couple came out with paper cups in hand and bags with some treats. The brief glimpse of the children's colored stripes as they disappeared around the corner. Across the street, a monster opened the door and left and he could hear the song from some radio playing in that brief moment. A motorcycle went down the street, its rider waving to a group of teenagers who waved back excitedly...

The everyday scenes of a peaceful afternoon.

All the small, quiet moments that his mind could not fully comprehend, but that somehow reassured him. The knot in his soul loosened and he took a deep breath.

He was fine, he was fine.

He was in the "real world" (even if it looked more like a fairy tale than anything else), he was no longer at war, he was no longer on the battlefield, or...

He shook his head and refused to think. Fuck the past! He was fine, and he was going to prove it (to whom? Who was there to prove something? Everyone was dead, and those who were not, knew he was not well).

Reviewing the breathing exercises that Toriel had taught him (and wasn't it ironic that a breathing exercise was useful for a monster that did NOT need to breathe?) He straightened up and went back inside.

Now that his orbit was not burning with dust (ordinary dust, not that of his teammates or his enemies) he can see a little bit of the interior. Although the window was dusty, it was large and lit up well in front of you.

There was not much there. A small table with two wooden chairs, a counter on the opposite wall and behind it the entrance to a passage steeped in shadows, which probably led to the rest of the house.

Toriel had told him that this was one of the last properties acquired by Asgore. He had bought it some time ago and was "renovating" or something. Apparently he intended to move there and open some kind of establishment to spend his retirement.

Of course the war will break out and everything will blow up (literally).

There were a few vases scattered around the place with the remains of its former residents still in them and a bookcase attached to a wall, behind the table with the chairs, completely empty (except for the thick layer of dust). Other than that, there was nothing else there.

Blood analyzed everything with a critical eye. The ceiling and floor looked in good condition, they just needed a good cleaning and maybe a painting. The bookcase looked solid, as well as the counter, table and chairs seemed to be fine, but he would have to check it more closely before risking using it.

Taking care to lock the door, he activated the magic that allowed him to see in the dark and went on to explore the rest of the house. He quickly checked behind the counter, where he found another vase with a dried plant, a desk phone and some old pamphlets.

The passage led to a corridor with two doors, each on one side and at the end a hall with a staircase. He moved quickly to the first door and discovered it was a kitchen.

He looked quickly at the room, mentally noting that he was going to need to buy a coffee maker (obviously, Asgore was a tea man, not a coffee man) and thanking him that there was a microwave.

Since there was no foul smell there, he assumed the refrigerator must be empty (but better not to risk it, he didn't want to have to deal with a “gas bomb” if he was wrong).

He advanced to the other door. It was a small office, or it should be. There was only a table and chair, two metal files and more pots of dead plants.

He closed the door that creaked and turned back to the stairs. There was a door under it. An entrance to the basement probably. He checked the door and realized it was locked.

Well, he would test the keys he received later and see if any would open it. Controlling himself not to get carried away by the paranoia that arose in leaving an unchecked place behind (he repeated to himself that he was locked, but he sharpened his hearing just in case).

He started up the stairs and was pleased to notice that some steps creaked (it would be a good and cheap warning system). So far everything was going very well (except for the near-disaster at the entrance, but he had somehow overcome it, right? Maybe he was really getting better!).

On the second floor there were a little more signs that someone had once inhabited that place.

There was what looked like a small living room on one side, with some furniture covered by sheets. He pulled them over, covering the nasal openings into the rising dust cloud.

A sofa, a reading chair, a standing lamp, a small table next to the chair and a bookcase. He looked approvingly, already imagining himself lying on the couch with a beer watching some TV show (that is clear if the old TV stored in the deposit still worked).

Leaving the room, and his dreams of nights (and perhaps days) of inactivity watered with alcohol and bad programs he continued down the hall.

A small bathroom (needed new shower curtains), a bedroom with a double bed (reminder: talk to Toriel if she didn't want that mammoth bed. Don't even think he was going to have a bed that was practically a field football), a wardrobe, a dresser and a broken lamp.

He left the room already imagining himself sleeping on the sofa for the time being (for those who had spent a lot of time sleeping in sleeping bags, uncomfortable hospital beds, or even on the hard floor, he had no doubts that he could sleep anywhere, in fact any soft surface already it was a luxury) and went to the last door. Maybe it was another office or a guest room and he could ...

His thoughts died abruptly when he opened the door.

...oh!

Blood stood with his hands on the doorknob, looking sadly into what was clearly a children room.

The other rooms were only sparsely furnished or decorated, but this one was complete.There was a small bed, a dresser, a wardrobe and a toy chest. There were pictures and curtains, a lamp and a rug, stuffed animals and even a small trophy on a shelf surrounded by cobwebs.

He lowered his eyes and closed the door, not quite sure what to do with the small sanctuary Asgore had set up for a son who would never return home.

He would think about what to do next, there was still a lot to do before he cared about it (there was only one thing he was sure of, if it were up to him, Toriel would never know about that room).

There was another staircase at the end of the hall. He started to climb them and a strange sensation took him with each step. He stopped in front of the simple door and studied it critically. There was magic there. Strong magic! Whatever Asgore kept in that room was being protected by something powerful.

Blood considered whether to turn away and walk away, wait for backup before venturing into a place with such heavy magic.

He straightened his shoulders and growled. Fuck it! That was his home now! He could have lost an "eye", had a hole in his skull and several cracks in his psyche, but he was not a coward, he was not going to endanger others... and honestly, we are talking about Asgore! The guy who grew flowers and served tea even to enemies. The monster that volunteered in schools and orphanages, he would not put something dangerous in the house he intended to live in (even though he had personally seen the damage that same monster was able to do in enemy lines).

With a nod, he grabbed the round handle and turned it, opening it all at once and immediately being blinded by bright light.

Blinking his magic to get used to the sudden change he focused on his other senses. He immediately smelled green and a cool breeze had washed over him.

An open window maybe? That would explain all that light ... but there was too much light to be a window, maybe some form of magic... or a skylight maybe? He looked up and felt his chin loosen in surprise.

The ceiling... was gone.

What a hell! He thought bitterly, he should have imagined that everything was going very well, of course the roof had to have collapsed and now he would have to have it rebuilt and....

He frowned, trying to understand what he was seeing when his eye light turned to the floor.

Ok... he had smelled green, but as soon as he saw the sky he had imagined that it was due to the state of mold that the place must have been. Only the Angel knew how long it had been like this, but certainly enough time for the water to have gone in there and done its damage to the wood and plaster, but due to the state of green that I was seeing it must have happened not a few months ago or years ago .... but more like decades!

He wanted to pull his damaged orbit, not that it was going to help, but he must be crazy, that could only be the answer to what his “good eye” showed. He stared at the grass between his feet and nudged it, even under his thick-soled shoes he could feel its softness, and okay, there could even be some kind of bush growing there, But hell, that wasn't just a bush... it was a fucking forest!

He took a step forward trying to absorb his surroundings better. Okay, forest was overkill, but grove? No, he didn't know what the right name was, but hell there were trees there!

Had he been transported? He turned quickly and there was the door he saw with relief, and also the wall that she was attached to. He followed her with my eyes spinning slowly. Yes, certainly there was the end and the beginning of another, he looked ahead again. Not a transport spell, but certainly an extension spell. He could not see the end of the side walls, nor the end of the room itself.

Of course, there was also the possibility that it was only the vegetation that covered it, but even so, if it weren't an extension in length it would be in depth (after all, how could trees grow inside a house if there was no depth to their roots?)

He calculated whether to explore or not. On the one hand it was fascinating and mysterious, on the other he didn't want to suddenly discover that everything was just a shell and as soon as he started walking the ground really gave way (after all Asgore had been gone for a while... his magic couldn't last for always, Boss monster or not).

Damn it! If he was going to die in a collapse, so be it (and wouldn't that be ironic? He hadn't died from a shitty grenade exploding over his head, but he would have died from collapsing along with a wood hidden in his ex-superior's house).

He started walking, trying to absorb as much as he could. There were a multitude of plants there. He was not an expert, but he could recognize some species. There were some flowers, fruitful shrubs, and even some medicinal plants that he knew most intimately.

He had been exploring for a few minutes, taking care to keep at least some part of the walls in view when he felt it. All his bones froze as his senses widened.

Someone was watching him.

He stood, trying to locate where the invader was. Whoever it was seemed not to want to show off.

He thought about what to do. He couldn't go out and leave an invader there. He did not know the location and could have an escape route of his own. For the same reason, he hesitated to move forward. He didn't know the terrain, it would be easy to fall into a trap or ambush.

He ducked just as a white bullet flew past him.

-Who's there? - He growled, conjuring a sharp bone as he turned to where the projectile had come from. He couldn't see anything out of the ordinary (as if something there was normal!).

-Go-go away! - a shaky voice answered from somewhere to his right.

He became furious.

-Come on your cowardly rat, show up!

-No-not a m-mouse! - Exclaimed the indignant voice.

Blood spun again and could make out a slight movement of a thicket. He froze. It was either a very small monster, or a child. He swallowed and thought he was really crazy when he broke his attack.

-Hey kid, don't be scared ok? Just get out and let's talk, I promise I won't hurt you. - Risked.

-Pro-promise?

Shit! He was right, it was a kid's drug. Maybe some kid from the neighborhood who had invaded the place.

-I promise. - even crossed over your soul to guarantee.

The grass rustled and a round face peered between the flexible stems before standing timidly.

Blood blinked again, vaguely wondering if he really had died down there and it was all a post-life joke, because by Asgore's sweaty underwear, he was looking into the face of a flower!

Or was it a flower with a face? A face in a flower...?

Okay, come on! It's not like he knew everything, it was perfectly plausible that there was a flower-like monster out there (even though he had never heard of it).

-Hum... Howdy?! - the flower greeted uncertainly. Blood shook his head to clear it.

-Uh... hi?! - greeted as uncertain as the flower. The two stared at each other in silence until he exploded. -You are a flower!

The flower stared at him for a few seconds, before looking down and then turning to him in shock.

-Oh gosh! You're right! How did I never notice this before?

Irony made him cringe inside. Sure he deserved it! But hell in his defense he felt like Alice after falling into the Rabbit hole, so forgive the monster with a hole in the head for figuring out the obvious, after finding a garden in his attic and a talking flower in it.

-And since we're talking about the obvious, you're a skeleton! - the flower seemed to have gained some confidence with its silence. Blood frowned, unsure whether he liked it or not.

-Right. And what are you doing here?

-What do you mean? I live here! What are you doing here? - the flower demanded.

Blood didn't even stop to think (his head was already spinning, it was better to go on autopilot before he started having a headache).

-Well I live here too... or rather I will live. This house is mine now.

-What?! No, no, no! This is dad.. I mean Asgore house. You cannot invade other people's homes just because the owner is not there. This is trespassing and wrong!

The little flower caught its breath and Blood cut it before it started to give a lecture on illegal appropriation of properties.

-No, this house is mine now. Asgore is dead and Toriel gave it to me, so nothing illegal here.

He almost covered his mouth with his hands when he saw the flower wither. His petals falling, his black eyes getting bigger and he could have sworn the whole flower paled before opening his trembling mouth.

-Di-died? - spoke in a whisper.

Great Blood!! He made the poor child cry... Stars! How could he have broken the news like that? This little monster clearly saw Asgore as a father and he hadn't even stopped to analyze what he was going to say.

He sighed thinking about how to fix it, but he only managed a weak "Sorry kid..." before the flower sniffed, cringed into itself and sank into the earth leaving behind a hole and the echo of a single broken sob.

Blood stood there looking at the hole and feeling like the biggest shit on the planet. He sighed and plopped down on the soft grass, staring at the ceiling, or rather the sky that was quickly tinged with orange and purple.

He wondered when his life had become like this? A succession of tragic events and wrong choices (what a lie, he knew very well when... when he tried to be the hero he was not).

The idea that there might be other talking florets crossed his mind briefly, was that after all... a garden? It was entirely possible that there were others. And if so, he had better leave. He had been the bearer of bad news, it wouldn't be a surprise if they decided to attack him (and that would be deserved, wouldn't it?). Not that with their LV they could really hurt him (but if they were a big bunch... well it didn't hurt to dream).

He stayed where he was watching the clouds go by and trying to organize thoughts as scattered as the clouds above.

He should just take a look at the house, catalog the most urgent repairs to be made, the furniture he needed to buy / remove from the deposit (since Toriel had said he could keep everything he found there... of course it was not included in the offer. mini forest and talking flowers or otherwise he could have refused) and then return to the hotel where he was staying for the week, empty a pack of 6 and sleep until noon the next day.

He was divided as to whether he should go after the Flower (for what? Comfort them? He sucked at it! It would only do more damage), call Toriel (by the way, she had to deal with enough shit from him to deal with this one) and tell what he had discovered, go back to the hotel and drink until he forgot (and then call Toriel to deal with it).

He closed his eyes.

He just needed a moment to compose himself. From the earlier panic attack to the surprising (and sad) discoveries he was mentally exhausted.

It was getting too dark, he didn't want to have to go look for the flower in a forest (which only the Angel knew the size or what else it contained) or have to go down the stairs in the dark (after the Flower he didn't want to discover that the bunnies of dust were also sentient beings and were waiting for him at the stairwell).

-I already knew...

It was really lucky that he was just bones or else he would have jumped out of his skin with the fright he got when he heard the flower next to his skull. He literally jumped up and it was a miracle that he hadn't summoned a blaster and blew the plant out of existence.

-Dammit kid don't do something like that!

-Flowey! My name is Flowey, not kid! - the Flower sulked without looking at him.

-Hum... ok Flowey (Stars! That totally smelled like Asgore). - he sat down slowly in front of the Flower, or rather Flowey. - What did you know?

-That he's gone...- they sniffed and stared at the sky - I knew... it's been a long time and... and he said it wouldn't be long... so when he didn't come back... I knew. I just didn't want to believe...

Blood averted his face. - I'm sorry. Asgore was... He was a good monster.

The Flower nodded and looked at him. - And now?

-And now, indeed.

***

Thank you for reading and comments are welcome!!

[two-spoof-enigma]

[[[For those of you who don’t feel like clicking the link, here’s all of my current headcanons for all of the skeles♥]]]

Before we even remotely get started with this story, let's meet the cast first!💠 [(Both twins are named Papyrus; one is spelled with an "i", the other is spelled with a " y", this rule applies to all the Papyruses...) Swap Universes as you know are the exception to this rule...]

In UT! We have... -Sans/Classic: He's the eldest brother to his two younger siblings, even though he's considered a lazy sack of bones by his younger sibs, he's actually quite diligent with his work. Plus if he doesn't exert a lot of energy at home he won't want to try and fu-, I mean att-, I mean "glomp" his little sibs... Yeah, glomp... ⛔♥⛔💦

-Papyrus/Bunny/Bunnie: The oldest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and the more confident/outspoken of the two, despite their name sake. [Distinguishing items: Loves the Bedtime Story "Fluffy Bunny" and wears a pair of Magically-powered Animatronic Rabbit ears with a matching tail that can be worn around the waist; Designed by Alphys]

-Papirus/Kitty/Kitten: The youngest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and is the shyer/more reserved one of the two, despite their name sake. [Distinguishing items: Loves the Bedtime Story "Fuzzy Kitten" and wears a pair of Magically-powered Animatronic Cat ears with a matching tail that can be worn around the waist; Designed by Alphys]

In US!, we have... -Papyrus/Rus/Russell/Honey: The youngest sibling to their two older fraternal twin brothers (both named Sans) Because of this he gets pampered a lot and absolutely doted on by them♥

-Sans/Bara!Berry: The larger one of the twins, even though his size is intimidating he's actually a big old softy and would barely harm a fly. But don't let the smooth takes fool you he will snap someone in half if they hurt Papyrus.

-Sans/Buff!Berry: Even though he's only slightly shorter than Papyrus, don't let his size fool you, he can and will fold any and every monster like a futon if they ever harm Papyrus. Other than that he's a pretty cool dude to hang around.

In UF!, we have... -Sans/Red: He's the eldest brother to his two younger siblings, even though he's considered a useless waste of space by his younger sibs, he's actually quite diligent with his work as the their and the King's personal assassin. Plus if he doesn't exert a lot of energy at home he won't want to try and fuck their brains in, no matter how much he really want too...

[Both Paps are Head of the Royal Guard]

-Papyrus/Saber/Edge: The oldest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and the more aggressive/violent of the two, their choice of weapons give them their name sake. [Distinguishing item: A pair of solid black carbon infused steel ox tailed sabers; Designed by Alphys, forged by Gerson]

-Papirus/Cutlass/Edgy: The youngest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and the more tactical of the two, their choice of weapons give them their name sake. [Distinguishing item: A pair of blood red solid steel European cutlasses; Designed by Alphys, forged by Gerson]

In FS-RG!, we have... -Papyrus/Slim/Coffee: The youngest sibling to their two older twin brothers (both named Sans) Because of this he gets pampered a lot and absolutely doted on by them, but only at home💠 Once they're out in public though, they have to keep up their appearance or risk showing weakness. He works as both as a royal sentry and as their personal assassin (indirectly), but that still doesn't stop all of his urges from popping up... O~h how his lords tantalize his thoughts and dreams♥

[Both Sans are Head of the Royal Guard] *These Sanses behave differently at home than they do in public, so for them I'll give 2 different descriptions for each aspect of their lives* {In Public} Both Twins: They're unidentifiable from the other, they do this so other monsters have a harder time singling them out, even when they're apart they can still act like they're basically each other's reflection. Which makes other monsters absolutely terrified of them. Monsters for years, damn near decades have been trying to distinguish one from the other, but fail every time...

{At home} -Sans/Wine: The oldest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and the more manipulative/people smart of the two, their choice of recreational beverage give them their name sake; names were given by Papyrus (the only one who can tell them apart, even if no one in all of the underground believes him) [Distinguishing item: Their unyielding love of the taste of dark red and well aged wines]

-Sans/Black: The youngst of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and the more tactical/street smart of the two, their choice of recreational beverage give them their name sake; names were given by Papyrus (the only one who can tell them apart, even if no one in all of the underground believes him) [Distinguishing item: Their unyielding love of the taste of freshly grown, picked and brewed black teas; owns a secret black tea leaf garden.]

In HT!, we have... -Sans/Blood: He's the eldest brother to his two younger siblings, but unlike his other counterparts he's the only Sans not considered lazy by his Paps, he's actually quite diligent with his work. Regardless if he has to feed the Underground, feed/protect his Paps or bury a b- I mean have friendly discussion with whoever was dumb enough to harass/harm/hurt his Paps' feelings. So because of this he's quite socially inept and has a tendency to carry around his axe to even the most inappropriate places. The only place he doesn't carry it around at is at home, mostly because he doesn't want to accidentally harm his Paps with it so he keeps it in his room... Along with many stiff body pillows he hides in the closet... ⛔🔽⛔✨

-Papyrus/Sugar: The oldest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and is the more motherly one of the two, plus is the only one out of all 3 of them who can cook the best. [Distinguishing items: Wears a pair of large round frames, due to their poor eyesight, is either seen wearing an apron (at home) or skirts/dresses (in public) and always studying a new cookbook they found]

-Papirus/Sweetness: The youngest of the twins (by a couple of minutes) and is the more nurse-like one of the two but the also like fashion, and because of this they know how to sew/suture both clothes and monsters. [Distinguishing items: Wears a pair of large cat eyed shaped frames, is either seen studying a new fashion magazine/medical journal they found, helping Sugar in the kitchen or fixing/tending to Sans' wounds (at home) or is wearing shorts and carry around a medical kit of their own design to try and help as many monsters as they can (in public)]

[[Pictures of their design will be linked to when I get around to drawing them... Which hopefully will be soon♥]]

[[[I know you don’t know who I am, but it all your fault I’ve fallen even deeper into this beautiful hellhole: @redtomatofan @megalotrash @zwagyzonk ]]]

[wiccaraven13]

OMG I have been waiting for these to come home>< a big thank you to @americanmcgee(Instagram) @redtomatofan for making awesome art and a fantastic game I van not than you enough of how happy I am to have these in my life thank you again you guys are the best and this little guy is going to be name Patches^\\^

[jupiterovprsten]

zdrava hrana, teretana

[hj-skb]

I hope its okay to send in multiple questions? If not please choose the one you'd like to answer ❤️ 19 and 25 ✨

Yes! Pls feel free, multiples are welcomed :^D

19. Have you ever stopped reading a fic? Why or why not?

Sometimes I’d stop if there’s a lot of formatting-related things that interferes with the flow of words and my brain ends up fixating on them instead building a scene in my head (like, a lot of missing paragraph breaks, awkward capitals and such, it makes me feel like I’m seeing stage props when I’m immersed in a film..), but for fics I’m extremely invested in, I’d read it in spite of broken linespacing 😂 I might also stop if a fic changes narrative style out of the blue so much that it makes me feel like I’m in a different fic (like, metaphorically - going from shonen anime to grand theft auto, or something..), but I’m super likely to circle back to it after giving it some distance if I’m already invested in it. And the most plausible one, I’m too tired but still want to read the chapter and falls asleep with it still open, technically stopping.... So...yes, I stop reading sometimes, but also nothing can stop me, lol

25. Do you like oneshots or multi-chaps?

I feel in this fandom where author’s style and personal taste matters a lot, if I don’t know an author well enough I tend to go for their oneshots (or single scenarios) to get a feel of what they like to write, or, if there’s a long fic of legendary status that a lot of people recommended, I’d find myself compelled to give it a chance even if it isn’t something I usually like to read. Though most time it’s a big happy accident where I read a single chapter of (anything) that sucks me right in, whether it’s chapter 1 of (some epic novel) or a one-shot that made me want to read everything from their vision of the fictional world.

(As a side note....it seems like plenty of fics from around here are self-gratifying one-shots that had grown into into epic self-gratifying whole novels, with everyone adding fertilizers and throwing epic gratifying creative parties, if that means somehow combining the best of oneshots and multi-chapters.

(From this fic reading meme)