#surface au

[cl0udam0rsea]

Those Eyes...

"Wasn't he dead? Then why is he here watching me with those cold empty eyes..."

ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚

So funny thing, I liked the idea of the DiVine taking a dead body as a skeleton -- And he had DiVine under his skin :o) (surface au)

ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ᨒ↟ 𖠰𖥧˚ᨒ↟

First Sighting:

Next Sighting:

After hurting the plants and finding it.

[piliiiiconfusionf]

Fanart :3 @feligayzed

[letters-of-fire]

portraits of Mr Underhouse and Lady Emerson

(an AU loosely based on Anna Karenina where Oswald is married and transitions later in life, after meeting Howard)

[roselvck]

NOT A LOT OF ART OTHER THAN OCS FOR MY PRESSURE AU (MINUS THE LAST THREE)

[asheepinhellsclothing]

A rat-thing

Or what happens when an imp who doesn't need to eat, sleep, or bath suddenly has to do all those things

[bow-tie-bartender]

A Monster Tale

@naosh-of-muses

‘How long had it been since the monsters were free from the prison of the underground?’ The thought crossed Grillby as he gazed out one of the many windows this  cabin’s owned. His eyes watching the endless void sky as the white pinpricks of lights twinkle bye. It seems quite fitting that tonight spurred on this thought of reflection seeing as he was the only monster left currently occupy the cabin. It is quite funny to think that it was built soon after the first emergence of monsters to the surface world. Everything seemed different yet familiar in some ways, though for Grillby it was the sun, and sky that truly struck him. It was beautiful.  Shifting he let his shoulder press against the wood as he lowered his attention from the sky to that of the hole in question.  Prior to the additions to the stone cavity made after the events of a single human, a rather large crater stood within the stone wall that led out to a dirt pathway overlooking the human cities. Everything changed that day, monsters scurried around to explore the new land while others retreated back towards their lives underground. Though looking in the direction of the entrance, Grillby could outline the guard shack that stood on the dividing line between the monster and human worlds. The usual dim light that twinkled day, and night wasn’t performing it’s usual dance. Perhaps the guard had fallen asleep or  conceivably they’ve left to venture back to their own home. Still the concern rested with monsters rising from the ashes of the underground long left behind in the awakening to the new world above them, many businesses moved as did families. Even the king, and Queen now living regular lives as citizens, and the royal guard disbanded under their last orders. Hopefully if any monster were to traverse the underground as to arrive up on the surface, they would see the constructed cabin nearby. It seemed infallible that anyone could miss it, even with the lanterns or flowers planted along the way to ensure a road was there to follow. With only Grillby remaining within its walls it meant he would be the only monster to greet the new arrivals.  Of course even if he wasn’t around there was left a ledger signed by both former royals explaining safe areas for monsters to roam as well as more information centers to help aid them in their new endeavor. 

[cyosecret]

“WHY DID I REMEMBER THAT BLASTED JOKE OUT OF EVERYTHING...?”

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“Hate crime murders has reached a 4-year high in 20XX, according to data released last Thursday by the FBI. Hate crime murders totaled 73, which includes the 11 monsters slain last year at the Free Home Plaza, the deadliest anti-monster crime in recent history.

New FBI statistics show hate crimes overall were down slightly in 20XX following three years of increases...most of the hate-crime incidents, 46, were "single bias," while the rest stemmed from multiple... The incidents involved 8... monsters encouraged to not roam at night...”

[mystery-fic-anon]

Comfortember day 1: Rescue

Note: this is part of a larger project I am doing with @msmkcreates and @corabmarie, so please be sure to check out their parts when they go up! Together we will be doing 30 prompts for 30 days :)

Summary: A dull coffee run is livened up by an eccentric skeleton. (this is a first meet, but it's implied ut!Papyrus/reader)

Warnings: none

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27277573/chapters/66804064#workskin

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading this! You are much appreciated :)

Today was just not your day. Apparently your phone cord had finally died overnight, leaving you to wake up on your own to a dead phone with ten minutes before you needed to be at work. You didn’t even have time to grab new clothes from your closet; you just pulled on your outfit from yesterday and hoped that it didn’t look too wrinkled. Of course, you’d been chewed off by your boss for your unprofessional attitude before going to sulk at your desk for the rest of the day.

Only you weren’t even allowed to do that, apparently. You were chosen as the coffee gopher when some very important executives were going to be visiting your department. You’d quickly jotted down the coffee orders for eight strangers you barely knew alongside the six regular ones on a piece of scrap paper. Your paycheck wasn’t big enough for this, but you couldn’t exactly call Janice out for her rigged system in front of the regional director.

So you’d shut up and hustled over to the closest coffee shop. It was actually a really nice place; a little independent cafe instead of a big chain. There was always good music playing, something nice and unobtrusive to listen to as you watched other people hurry by on the busy Ebbott streets outside. You went there every time you needed a boost, organic prices be damned.

You kind of felt bad for Kara as you watched her attempt to stack fourteen coffee cups, two donuts, three scones, and a muffin on to two of their cardboard cup holders. You probably would have felt worse, but you were the one who had to carry them back to the office. You could already feel your weak noodle arms trembling under their weight...

Kara was done all too soon, sliding them carefully across the counter. “Okay, so I put the iced drinks on top, and I figured you could just take the pastries in a separate bag? I know it’ll be hard to hold on to that and the drinks, but they’ll be crushed if I try to put them into a stack...”

“It’s fine, thanks.” Despite your exhaustion, you put on a smile for Kara. She deserves a bit of positivity. She smiles back, and you two share the silent understanding that only two tired, stressed-out workers can share.

Unfortunately, the tower with the extra large coffee on top of it was just too unstable. You hadn’t even made it to the door by the time it began wobbling dangerously. Trying to duck for a table would only make you spill the other tray, and you wanted to salvage some of this order if you could.

“I’ve got it!” A chipper voice calls out, and two skeletal hands suddenly appeared in your field of vision. They grabbed the other side of your leaning tower of disaster, keeping it from collapsing at the last second. The tips of their boney fingers brushed against yours, rather warm despite their grim appearance.

You look up, meeting the eyes—eye-sockets?—of your savour, who is, unsurprisingly, a skeleton monster. “Oh, thanks.”

“It’s no problem!” The skeleton-Papyrus, according to the name tag stuck to his apron-smiles brightly at you. You haven’t seen him around before; he must be new. He certainly has the energy of someone new to service jobs. “I would hate to let a nice human like you have such a disaster.”

“Yeah, that would have been quite the spill.” You notice that Papyrus still hasn’t let go of the tray. You know you’re only making yourself late, but you can’t bring yourself to pull away. He’s just so bright and cheerful, and if this is a customer service voice, you can’t find the cracks. “Thanks for coming to the rescue.”

“Of course! That’s what I’m here for.” He reached out, brushing a few strands of hair out of your eyes. He carefully tucks them back into place, the gesture surprisingly intimate. “There we go, much better! Have a good day, human!”

“Thanks. I’ll see you around.” You managed a small smile, and Papyrus seemed to brighten even more. You winced as you realize how creepy that might sound, but before you can fix your mistake he’s already talking again.

“Wonderful. I’ll see you later, human!” Papyrus stepped back, his hands out in case you lose your balance again.

Thankfully, you were able to keep a solid grip on everything. You gave him a grateful nod, but he was already heading for the counter. You’re half-tempted to follow him, but you know better than that. You’ve both got work to do, and you wouldn’t want to bother him.

You just turned and head for the door, a merciful customer holding it open for you. As you walked back to work, you couldn’t help thinking back to your unexpected saviour. You hoped that you’d actually get the chance to talk to him the next time you stop by, he seemed like the kind of guy you’d want to know.