#secretimelady

[absurdmageart]

I just want to take a moment and compliment your writing of Paradox, as a migraine sufferer. It's rare that I see migraines portrayed in media and even rarer that they're portrayed correctly. Usually, people just write them as worse headaches. But you nailed the light sensitivity. On that note, something that may help him, since dimming his computer screen is temporary, might be a sleep mask. I use mine to block out that big fiery ball in the sky, and it really makes a difference for my migraines. Keep doing what you're doing!

Thank you! I also suffer from migraines from time to time. Usually, mine comes with auras about 15 minutes before the headache sets in. I find my headaches aren't too bad, but the light sensitivity and nausea are horrendous for me!

The sleep mask is a great idea! I never thought of that. I'll have to take a look and see if I can sneak it in there somehow.

I'm glad you're enjoying my writing!

[anneimaginesundertale]

Hey there, Jessa here! Can I please get Fellby with SO in the hospital, please?

You woke to a commotion in the hallway. Someone was shouting. "Sir, you can't go in there! Sir-sir! It's family only! You can't--"

"I am family, dumbass," a familiar voice growled. "Let me in!"

You heard a scuffle, the sound of a body hitting the floor, and the door flew open and Fellby burst into the room.

"What happened?" he demanded, his lightning eyes scanning you like an x-ray machine. "Why didn't anyone tell me you were here? Do you know how worried I was?"

You gave him a shaky smile. "Sorry," you said, reaching out a hand to him. "It all happened super fast and I kinda wasn't in a position to let you know."

"You have a phone," he grumbled, taking your hand in both of his.

"I was kind of busy not dying," you said. "My appendix almost burst."

"What the hell is an appendix?"

That got you laughing, even though it hurt a bit. You tried to explain. Fellby was not impressed. "They wouldn't let me in to see you," he grumbled, his flames flickering.

"I heard."

"I'm family."

"You are."

"They should have let me know you were here. I had to find out through your boss." He said the word "boss" the way other people would say "cockroach".

You put your other hand on top of his and squeezed. "I promise it won't happen again," you said. "Humans only have one appendix."

"Why do you even have one if it's useless?"

"I don't know." You laughed again.

Voices filled the hallway. "In there! That's him!"

Fellby put both hands on top of yours, squeezing, holding on tightly as the hospital security burst in. "I'm not leaving," he declared. "I'm family!"

"He is," you said before the red-faced guards could say anything. "I want him here with me."

"He didn't follow hospital protocols," one of the guards protested.

You rolled your eyes. "Fuck your protocols," you said simply. "You can't make him leave if I want him here. Now get out. You're disturbing my rest." You lay back on the pillows and deliberately closed your eyes.

You could sense tension in the room for a moment longer. You heard the words "fire hazard" and then a brief roar of flames and a skidding of boots on tile. You heard the door close and opened your eyes.

"If you push that button," you said, indicating the right one, "we can get the nurse in here instead of those idiots and we can find out when you can take me home."

Fellby gave you the soft smile he saved only for you and pushed the button.

[save-the-spiral]

Would you be willing to do storm with balance secondary?

(school masterpost)

They sometimes have to stop and reassess their emotions to see if they are overreacting or not.

Enjoys trying to fix broken mechanisms, they fiddle with them as a form of meditation. Bonus points for delicate stuff like watches.

Would love to listen to ASMR, especially lego building ones.

Excellent swimmer.

Probably would be a Star Wars fan. I’d expand on this if I knew Literally Anything about Star Wars.

The type to casually enjoy things, trying to move through interest to become well rounded and not over indulge or fixate on one thing.

Just the type of person who is SUPER good at those 3D space reasoning puzzles, like in some Breath of the Wild shrines.

Could probably build a boat. Just. Just could do this.

Their sandstorms crackle with lightning and if they critical it stuns the target.

Their thunder snake spell now slithers out of a sand dune, their path behind them is purple glass.

[anneimaginesundertale]

It's moving day! The little menace, I mean precious kitty cat, Spot, is in her carrier and ready, and all that's left to do is move boxes. The furniture is staying at my mom's, as her guest room. With Grillby, of course.

Sansy and Sweets offered you their truck to help with moving. The brothers and Grillby and you spent most of the morning getting all your boxes into the truck.

"We'll meet ya at Grillbz's," Sansy said with a grin.

"Take Care Of The Little Kitty," Sweets added. He knew better than to try to pet Spot goodbye. Your cat had been making her displeasure known for the whole ten minutes she'd been in her carrier.

You smiled at both skeletons and spoke over your yowling feline. "Thanks so much, guys," you said. "We owe you."

Beside you, Grillby nodded. "Dinner is on us," he said.

Sansy snickered. "Thanks," he said. Turning to his brother, he added, "Told you he'd feed us."

Spot screamed louder, cutting off whatever Sweets was going to say.

"We'd better get her home," you said hastily, over the feline shrieking. "Meet you there, guys."

The brothers hurried to their truck and you and Grillby got into your car. Grillby wasn't terribly comfortable driving, so he sat in the passenger seat with Spot on his lap. Normally she liked his lap. He was one of her favorite spots. But apparently today, his warmth was not good enough for her. She continued to let both of you know just how unhappy she was as you drove away from your mom's house into Littleton.

"I feel like we should apologize to her," Grillby said. "I didn't realize she hated the carrier so much."

"She'll be fine once we get inside and let her out," you assured him. "I might not be able to help with unpacking, though. She's gonna need snuggles."

"You can both supervise," he said. He reached out one hand and gently touched your knee. "I am so happy you are coming to live with me."

"Me too," you said. You glanced down for a moment at the ring on your left hand and smiled. He'd proposed a few months ago, and the memory still made you tear up a bit. Or maybe it was the sheer joy at the thought that one day soon, you'd be married to him.

You blinked a bit and turned into the little parking lot behind the bar. The truck was already there and half-empty. Sweets moved fast at any time, and Sansy moved fast with the promise of hamburgers.

"Almost home," you sing-songed to the still-yowling cat. Grillby handed you the carrier.

"See you in a moment," he said, his hands brushing over yours for a moment.

"Love you," you said and kissed his cheek. Then you headed inside and up the back stairs. Spot was still declaring her woes to the world as you went.

You heard a muffled, "Here they come!" and the door to Grillby's apartment--your apartment--swung open. Sansy moved aside for you with his usual grin. "Kitty girl gonna be okay if we keep this open to get stuff in?" he asked.

"She'll be fine," you assured him. "She's going to stick to me like velcro for the next hour at least."

Sansy snickered and headed back down the stairs. You walked into the apartment, taking in the familiar warmth and scent of it. Moving in here was kind of inevitable, after all the time you'd spent here with your love. It felt like home already. You sighed happily and carried the cat to the couch.

"Are you ready to calm down now, crabby cat?" you crooned to her. "We're home now. You don't have to leave again." Lies, of course, because she would have to go to the vet at some point, but she didn't know that.

You opened the door of the carrier. Your sweet black and white girl looked at you with big, big eyes and meowed pitifully. "Oh, baby...Come here. Come on out. Come to Mama." You reached in and she let you pull her out. The moment she was in your arms, she latched onto you and began purring loudly. You leaned back against the couch and cuddled her on your chest, murmuring cat mom nonsense. "Yeah, poor baby. Had to ride in the car for soooo long, huh? Poor poor baby. We're all home now. You and me and Grillby. All home now..."

You heard feet on the steps and soon the skeleton brothers and Grillby appeared, all laden with boxes. Grillby set his down on the coffee table and leaned down to kiss you lightly. "Welcome home, Jessa," he said. He stroked the cat. "Welcome home, Spot."

[absurdmageart]

I just want to compliment Rook and Akzidenz's relationship in BMaG as being one of the most shippable things I've read in a long time! It's the sort of thing I strive towards in my own writing!

They work very hard at their relationship! They put in the work because a relationship does take work, you have to put in the time it needs. You can't just leave it and hope things work out, that's how relationships die. These two love each other but they also know there are things the other does that they dislike but they love them because of those things, not in spite of. For example, Rook might be harsh and rude at times but Akzidenz can see it comes from a place of emotion, meaning Rook is a person with intense emotions and he loves that about him. They'll bicker and fight, but always communicate with each other to resolve it before the day is done.

I love these two

[anneimaginesundertale]

🍳: cook breakfast in bed for my muse for Fellby, please?

You had to get up really early to pull one over on Fellby. That was why you were currently up at 6:19 am, driving from your house to your boyfriend’s house with the special warming bag he’d given you in the foot well of the passenger seat. You were really grateful for that bag. It meant you’d been able to cook everything at home and it would still be piping hot when you got it to Fellby’s.

You pulled into the driveway and killed the engine as fast as you could. You picked up the bag and then used the key he’d given you to sneak into the house and headed for the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” a gruff voice said as you rounded the corner.

Darn it! He was already up. You smiled sheepishly. “I was going to surprise you,” you said. “I made breakfast.”

Fellby’s purple flames crackled and you saw a ghost of a smile on his face. “You still surprised me,” he said. “What kind of breakfast?”

You showed him. He looked at everything you’d made and then looked at you. “There are trays in the cabinet,” he said. “Make up two and meet me in the bedroom.” He gave you another fleeting smile and then walked away.

You did as he said, humming happily. It might seem to others that he wasn’t happy with you, or that he didn’t like what you’d done, but you knew better. You had surprised him and he was giving you a chance to complete your surprise. You carefully carried two trays of delicious breakfast into the bedroom.

“Set them on the nightstands,” Fellby said from the bed. “I’ve got a surprise for you before we eat.” His smirk told you everything he had planned. This was going to be the best breakfast in bed ever!

[anneimaginesundertale]

Cass smiled. "Very impressive," she said sincerely. "I can't bake to save my life. Every attempt has ended horribly. Decoration is one thing, and making physical things is another entirely. But baking continues to give me fits." She chuckled.

Both brothers nodded sympathetically.

“It Has Taken Me A Long Time To Get Really Good At Baking,” Sweets said.

“An’ I still can’t,” Sansy said. “I’m better at eating than baking.” He grinned.

[anneimaginesundertale]

Cass nodded. "How about we hit the cookie decorating table, then? It feels like an excellent combination of snacks and creativity." She offered Sansy her arm in a faux gallant gesture.

Sansy gladly takes your arm. "That sounds perfect," he says. "My bro's over there anyways. I've been wantin' to introduce you." He grins at you and the two of you head for the cookie table, arm in arm.

There's a very tall skeleton--taller than any of the others you've seen around--standing by the table full of cookies and icing. He's got big round glasses and his teeth look a little crooked, but he smiles as you approach and his smile is lovely.

"Brother!" he says, his voice scratchy and just a little too loud.

"Hey bro," Sansy says. "You havin' fun?"

"I Am Enjoying Watching Everyone Make Their Cookies, Yes!" He looks at you, adjusting his glasses as if he can't quite see you properly. "Who Is Your New Friend?"

"This is Cass," Sansy says. "I thought I toldja about her."

"Oh Yes, You Did! Hello, Cass! I Am The Great--Sweets! It Is Good To Finally Meet You!" Sweets holds out his hand. You wonder about the tiny pause between Great and Sweets but neither he nor Sansy seems bothered by it.