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Hello! I hate to bother you but if you don’t mind, could you possible show one of your outlines? Like maybe Fur a Good Time, call... since it wouldn’t be spoiling anything by showing? If you still have it! I just have a really hard time making outlines, and I’d love to see your process on it. Only if it’s not a bother ^^ I hope you have a great week!

Yeah, sure, I could do that!

Forewarning, I didn’t really do any outlining before Chapter 4, so that’s where it starts, and the basic, bare-bones version I have of it was back when I thought there would only be 10 total chapters instead of 15…

Also, it very much is the bare-bones version, right before I write each chapter, I usually try to map that particular segment out with even more detail, so each chunk of this later got expanded into something more intricate. Those are usually a lot longer and include actual bits of dialogue sometimes ‘cause y’know…if I’m outlining it and hearing the perfect dialogue in my head, I gotta write that down so I don’t lose it! Sometimes gets tweaked, but very helpful during the Actual Writing part…

ANYWAY.

I’ll put the rest of this under the cut, but I’ll give you the full bare-bones FGTC outline, and then the (very long) detailed outline of Chapter 4!

Ch 4 - more Papyrus, dinner at theskeleton house, Sans is a cat person, more friendship, road trip/beach episode,okay whoops more than a crush

Ch 5 - The Breakdown, confess your Sans, the bigI care about you

Ch 6 - Papyrus hangout, character development,more Underground backstory, encouraging you to go for it with Sans

Ch 7 - self-deprecation, look I know I don’thave much to offer somebody like you but— cut off because are you serious? Youdon’t really think that do you? You’re so special and important to Sans, youmake him feel like just a person again for the first time in a long time, bothlean in…kiss meets nuzzle, haha no lips sorry? No, it’s nice, I like it,giggly, cuddly couch makeout until Papyrus comes home, FINALLY!!! Now moveover, my soap opera is on. Sans stuffs a pillow in his rib cage to try and getyou to come lay on him and it’s so sweet, how could you say no?

Ch 8 – dating fluff, bed sharing,some stargazing, the schmoopiest schmoop to ever schmoop

Ch 9 - after some time dating, Sans wants totake a big monster step, he wants to share souls with you, it’s super intimate,it’ll be basically no secrets, no important ones anyway, so you don’t have toif you’re not ready…but you are. Sans entire life story/POV up until now. Howmuch did you see? everything. i love you. I love you too! Dog person but catsare really cute line

Ch 10 - epilogue, Papyrus’ graduation, Undyneis allowed to attend with guards, she is solemn and aloof with you but concedesit looks like you’ve been good to these skeletons and you’d better keep it up.Cherish them! Not even a little bit of a problem, they’re practically family.Nod of approval before she’s led away. Papyrus nudges you to go find Sans, hedisappeared when Undyne came over and he PROMISED Papyrus a very specificgraduation present. You find him outside with Buddy and mention Papyrus’present— which turns out to be a bit of a present for you, actually. See, Sansfound a REALLY cool rock that he’s been meaning to give you, he just wasn’tsure when was the right time, human customs are so weird. He shows you a glowingcrystal, from the Waterfall ceiling, rambles a little about stars and wishesand penguins and oh, wait, I’m supposed to be on one knee for this, right? He’sproposing and you say yes without hesitation. You’ve got a skeleton fiancé, abest friend/soon-to-be brother-in-law, and a very good boy: it’s not a bigfamily, but your life feels as full as it’s ever been and you couldn’t behappier.

Thinking of a guest gift(s) –> because hanging out with Papyrus/Buddy & it comes out that you eat mostlygarbage and No Way, Not My Cool Friend! You’re Coming Over For Dinner!

You get a succulent and a rock paperweight (Nothing IsCarved In Stone) and head over

You’re early, Papyrus welcomes you at the door, Buddy’sjazzed to see you, Sans is asleep on the couch but snrks awake when Papyrussays your name

“Sweet dreams?” “nah I don’t dream, whatcha got there?”

The gifts go over GREAT! …and the sight of Sans holding hismakes you remember…

“Oh hey, Papyrus, what can you tell me about Rocky?”

“Oh My God, I Should’ve Known That Would Come Up, Listen, IAssure You, You Have Nothing To Be Worried About! Buddy Is Being Very WellTaken Care Of Here, *I* Am In Charge Of His Mealtimes, And He’s Never AllowedOutside Without A Leash Or In-Yard Supervision, There Will NOT Be A Repeat OfRocky!”

Papyrus goes off to squirrel his gift away somewhere heknows it’ll get good light.

…. OH MY GOD. Sans loses it, even as he pockets his newrock. ROCKY IS REAL??? “I told you he was, you gotta start trustin me more,jeez”

You take your mind off it by fawning over Buddy a littlebit, “hey I’m here too y’know,” “What, you want a belly rub, too? Ear scratch?”“that’d be a neat trick, lemme know if you figure out how to pull that off,”“pass,” “ouch”

Brief small-talk, you both just saw each other at work, notmuch new has come up, but Sans tells you Papyrus has been looking forward tothis all week, thanks for coming, “Of course, like I’m gonna turn down dinnerat my three best friends’ place?”

Oh look, you made Sans blush again. God that’s adorable, heneeds to quit doing that, it’s really not helping that crush you’re trying torepress

Papyrus returns! And he admires and compliments yourearliness but dinner isn’t quite ready yet, would you like to help? You’re notobligated, of course! He only asks because he knows sitting around waitingdrives him crazy as a guest and he wants you to have the best guest-experiencepossible!

You agree with the warning that you’re nowhere near a chefbut if an extra pair of hands would be helpful, you’re his set of ‘em!

Sans flops back onto the couch, practically curled into aloaf-shape, “okay cool lemme know when you’re done,” god what a cat-person

You follow Papyrus into the kitchen where it looks like he’smaking pasta! A pretty easy dish that even you can help with, you ask him whathe’d like for you to do, he wants you to watch the noodles and stiroccasionally, he’s going to throw together the salad—made of veggies from hisown garden!

You alternate watching the noodles and Papyrus. Sans hadsaid Papyrus didn’t cook too often lately, you mention that you’re honored he’sdoing it on your account, but of course Papyrus is going to cook for you! It’sa very important step in friendship building!

Papyrus admits the reason he doesn’t do it much anymore isthat he has, “…Well, The Word My Therapist Used Was ‘Trigger,’ Is That A WordThat’s Used Outside Of Therapy As Well?”

It is.

Well Papyrus has some triggers that seem to bekitchen-related, so he avoids the situation as a whole for the sake of hismental health

You’re concerned that he might be risking said health justto make dinner for you, but he promises that this sort of meal is safe, he’snever had a reaction to vegetables or pasta, which is great because pasta ishis signature dish!

(By process of elimination, you realize it’s probably rawmeat that triggers Papyrus. You don’t need to ask why and you don’t intend to.)

Papyrus doesn’t allow for any awkward silence and tells youhe used to make spaghetti all the time when he was first trying to pick up someculinary skills, he knows it was probably not great but he kept making itanyway. Cooking Underground could be a lot of trial and error (the Undernetdidn’t have much in the way of recipe blogs, you see, it was much betterutilized as a social media platform), so if you wanted to get good at makingsomething you had to practice and get opinions—the only problem was he couldhardly ever find anyone to taste-test for him and Sans was useless, Papyrus hasseen him eat mayonnaise out of the jar, his taste is questionable in theextreme!

You laugh about Sans being disgusting as Papyrus finishes upthe salad and you notice that the noodles seem ready, so Papyrus takes over foryou—since he doesn’t have any of that fragile skin to get scalded by hot water!

Your mind is going though and as you watch him drain thespaghetti you’re thinking about what Pap said about his therapist. It’s gottenyou wondering—Sans doesn’t work every day at the shelter, is that where he goeson the other days? To see a therapist?

You ask about it, gently and leaving Papyrus room not toanswer if he doesn’t want to, you’re just curious, but Papyrus tells you no,Sans doesn’t attend any kind of therapy

Oh. That…sits badly with you. He’s a grown skeleton and youespecially have no authority to tell him what he should or shouldn’t do, but…you saw the news reports. The pictures of what monsters looked like, fresh outof the Underground. It was BAD, for all of them, the fact that Sans isn’tgetting counselling too just feels…not right.

You’re not sure how to express your thoughts withoutsounding pushy or like you’re trying to say you know what’s best for them, soyou decide you probably shouldn’t say anything

Papyrus is too sharp for you, though. “No, I Agree, I WouldLove For Him To See A Therapist, Too. It’s Really Helped Me, It Would Be NiceIf He Could…. But Also…He Has His Reasons For Not Going. I Thought He Was BeingStubborn At First, But His Reasons Are Actually Good Ones. …Would You BeSatisfied If I Told You It Was Private?”

“Of course!”

“Then The Reasons Are Private. But Don’t Worry Too MuchAbout Sans, He’s Almost As Tough As I Am! He’s Been A Lot Better Lately, EvenJust On His Own. Besides, He Has At Least Two Very Cool People Looking Out ForHim If He Needs It!”

That really does make you feel better. You share a moment ofsolidarity with Papyrus before you help him bring the food and dishes to thetable

Papyrus wakes Sans up by kicking the edge of the couch andyelling, “Sans, You Lazybones, Wake Up! Your Friend Is Over For The Very FirstTime And You’re Going To Spend It Snoring On The Couch?”

“nah, I can snore at the table, I’m versatile”

“You’re Impossible, Is What You Are, You Bipedal Snail!”

The bickering is a little jarring from how gentle andconcerned Papyrus was for Sans just a few minutes ago, but the affection inboth moments is obvious enough if you look for it. Little brothers, you thinkwith amusement.

Sans makes eye-contact with you and you feel like he’sprobably thinking the same thing. You share a smile and he shrugs and you allhead to the table for a delicious meal (Papyrus sets Buddy a place at the tabletoo, Buddy hops up into a chair and starts chowing down on his kibble, oh mygod that’s adorable, he eats with the family

At some point, Papyrus talks a bit about his job and thesubject of vacation time comes up—a coworker of his mentioned that she wasactually operating on NEGATIVE time-off and he really feels like that’s a thingthat doesn’t make sense

It’s weird to you too, the last vacation you had was, well,that week your boss MADE you take off, right when Sans had started

This is the first Sans is hearing of that story, “wait, sheMADE you go on vacation? like she told you you HAD to stay home for a week? ohmy god, that’s hilarious, that’s so you”

You can see the humor in the situation and laugh at yourselfa little, while Papyrus says they HE would NEVER take a vacation!

Wait, really? Never?

Not for ANY reason!

Sans chuckles. “you’re so intense, bro, it’s awesome.”

“…Well, now, I want to MAKE you go on vacation,” you admit.You recognize the hypocrisy—you certainly never really wanted to take time offwhen you had so much you felt you needed to do—but you feel like theseskeletons DESERVE a break or a trip or something. Sans especially, but youcould’ve guessed within a day of (really, actually) knowing Sans that he’dnever go anywhere if his brother wasn’t on board. “Isn’t there someplace you’dwant to go? Just to visit? Anywhere at all?”

“None Come To Mind! And I Certainly Wouldn’t Want To RequestTime Off For It!”

The beginnings of an idea start to hatch in your brain.

“You don’t work weekends, do you?”

“No!” Papyrus declares petulantly. “They Wouldn’t LET Me.And I Don’t Have Any Classes Either, Weekends Are The Worst! There’s Only SoMany Weeds I Can Pull In The Garden Until There Aren’t Any More Weeds To Pull,And The Best Soap Operas Are Only During The Week, Which Is Prejudiced Somehow,I’m Sure!”

…And I guess that’s where I stopped outlining and started winging it again, and clearly there’s some bits I changed, added in more stuff, got rid of others because that’s just how it worked out as I was writing but obviously, y’know, that’s a pretty solid base to work off of. Once it’s this detailed, it’s still technically an outline but it’s not quite so much work to go from that to the finished product?

It’s like… instead of Brain –> Finished Chapter, it’s more like Brain –> base outline –> detailed outline –> Finished Chapter, and the steps in between really help me build up to it. Not as much pressure as flying blind like, “HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE BY THE TIME I’M DONE ‘CAUSE IDK WHERE I’M GOING,” if that makes sense? XD

Anyway, I hope this is helpful– or at the very least, interesting for you! ^^

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battystumutchildren-blog · 7 years

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LAVELA: =She's excited to see Jareth, it's been years and they used to be so close. Hearing from him like this was so sudden though. Also he's changed which is to be expected she's changed too.-

LAVELA: =Still it made her feel a little on edge. Her goggles in her jacket pocket along with the knife strapped to the small of her back beneathe a simple blouse. Just looking around, peering with bad eyes through corrective lenses=

JARETH: - She's not the only one on edge. It's the first time he's truly been out in public in a while, and it's hard not to think that passerbies are noticing him, looking at him funny, although he knows logically he's just another citizen in the shuffle of the city every so often he can't help but freeze, his heart racing with fear of being pointed out or recognized. Eventually he makes his way to the park, and he feels better there among the foilage and less hustle and bustle. He waits for her on a park bench. And she might be a little bit shocked at his appearance, the dark circles under his eyes, the way his clothes hang off his body....but he's here.-

LAVELA: =Walking through while glancing around she finally sees him and... honestly? It doesn't make her feel that much better. She's glad to see him of course but he's not in the best shape. Lavela frowns and approaches him looking rather impecable.=

LAVELA: What the heckerd00dle happened t0 y0u? >8(

JARETH: -He smiles briefly upon seeing her, although it's immediately accompanied by a flinch, and the smile quickly turn an into an uncomfortable grimace...and then disappears. His hands go self conciously to his arms, worrying at the skin there for a moment before replying.- It's a bit of a shock, I know.

JARETH: I think. We have a lot to talk about? -Hesitates for a second and then pats the bench.-

LAVELA: =She's blunt... she can't turn that off.... but just.. frowns at him and goes to sit down= Yeah we d0. =But... she'll let him talk=

JARETH: I don't really. Know where to start.

JARETH: Honestly.

LAVELA: THE BEGINNING MAYBE.... but. I mean... =Alright just... understanding, slow... patient... all things she isn't=

LAVELA: The first few years m8ybe?

JARETH: -Big ears angle. He's relieved that they're taking it slow. He's fragile....but he knows how she is too. He wishes he could tell her she doesn't have to handle him with kid gloves but he's too preccupied by the information dump he's trying to process.-

JARETH: Ok. That's. Tactical.

JARETH: -Nervous laugh.-

JARETH: School. Just. Lots of school. I suppose that is. Truly when I fell out of touch. With all of you. I just...

JARETH: I never felt like. I fit in here. And I was excited for a chance. To start over? I was ambitious. I wanted to finish everything. As soon as possible. Make the best grades. Get an internship.

JARETH:... I hear. You're an actress?

LAVELA: Yeah. It's what I wanted... m0re 0r less.

LAVELA: =furrows eyebrows= Th0ugh h0w was sch001? Is sch001? If y0u're still d0ing the educ8ti0n thing??

JARETH: -He makes another attempt at a smile.- We could have. Run into eachother. I went into. Costume design. And set design.

JARETH: No. That's been over. For a while. Like I said. I wanted to finish as fast. As I could. And break into the industry.

JARETH: And. Well. I did.

JARETH: At first it was just. Grunt work. But I kept submitting my designs. Again and again. And eventually. They got picked up.

LAVELA: Well.....!!!!! That's g00d!

LAVELA: =But she also knows how vicious the entertainment industry can be and how soft Jareth is...= Picked up by wh0?

JARETH: I can't say. The name. Or I might end up. In a black van. With a bag over my head. -He's joking but also kind of not.-

JARETH: But it was. A young adult. Fantasy film franchise.

JARETH: Obviously. I was through the roof.

JARETH: -He's starting to withdraw a little bit now, because they're getting closer to the stuff that's difficlt to talk about.-

LAVELA: =Focused cat eyes= N0t if we bag them first.

LAVELA: =But she prods more= WELL? THEN WHAT?

JARETH: It.

JARETH: Well.

JARETH: I met someone. They were also in. Costume and set design. More...more experienced. And they helped me get the position.

JARETH: They helped me. A lot. Taught me things. Helped me. Push my talent. Because. My portfolio was a mess.

JARETH: Well. Eventually. We became involved. -He's def. not looking at her now.-

LAVELA: ...... =She feels like there's a BUT coming but just nods.= 0kay.....

LAVELA: Then?

JARETH: -Ears pulled way way back.-

JARETH: Sorry. I. Don't mean to. Um.

JARETH: Dick you around.

JARETH: I just haven't. Talked about this with.

JARETH: Anyone. Actually.

LAVELA: =Furrows eyebrows= I WANT y0u to talk t0 me ab0ut it because it seems hecking imp0rtant!

LAVELA: I want y0u t0 talk t0 ANY0NE ab0ut it but especially me. What, happened?

JARETH: -Looks at her, feeling like he's going to turn inside out with all the squirming his insides are doing. But...he has to do this. She's the oldest friend he has. If he can't do it with her then he really can't do it at all. -

JARETH: Like I said. They helped me a lot. I couldn't have... Probably done anything without them. My designs were good. But they never would have been. Looked at? Because. I sucked at. Communicating. Being confident.

JARETH: They helped me with that. But they also had.

JARETH: These expectations.

JARETH: A lot of expectations. And... rules. And suggestions. And critiques.

JARETH: -He’s talking faster now, nearly babbling.-

JARETH: And at the same time. The project was a franchise. My first real gig. It was. Too much.

JARETH: -He starts to tear up a little bit.- I couldn't handle it. I was fooling myself. And. They were upset with me. And that made it worse.

JARETH: I couldn't sleep. Or eat.

LAVELA: =She's trying to keep level.... it hurts to know that Jareth was going through this all on his own. That he was suffering like this and being taken advantage of it seemed? Still he's tearing up and that just.. hurts her chest. Lavela takes a moment then just. Scoots closer and touches shoulders with him. Putting one hand over his like how they used to but in those times sitting in the woods their conversations were dreamier=

LAVELA: Y0u're safe n0w.

LAVELA: I'm n0t g0ing t0 let anything happen t0 y0u.... I'm. S0rry Jareth...

JARETH: -His face just crumples as soon as she touches him. And he starts crying in earnest, his free hand coming up reflextvley to rub at his eyes.-

JARETH: I just. Got sadder. And weaker. And they tried. To help. Convince me. To start eating again. To go see a doctor. But the more the more they wanted me to. The less I wanted to. And. We started having bad fights.

JARETH: After...A big confrontation...I just ran away. Left my contract. Left my room mate. Left them. Without saying anything. And I'm.

JARETH: -He just wheezes and lets the thread of the tangent go.-

LAVELA: Y0u're d0ing what's best f0r Y0U and I'm glad that y0u are but n0w that y0u're here y0u're g0ing t0 get help and y0u sh001d really n8me dr0p that piece 0f d00kie please because that can als0 be t8ken care 0f but Y0U'RE PRI0RITY! =LEANS ON... she will hug if need be=

JARETH: - He didn't realize how much he'd been craving physical affection. At least this non threatening kind of physical affection, with no caveats. He's just pushing her face into her shoulder now and shivering, she can feel his antlers bumping up against her. He's dimly aware that it's broad daylight and he might be making a scene, but now he's worked himself into hysterics and he can't stop himself.-

JARETH: I'm. So. Sorry. I left you all. Behind. For nothing.

JARETH: Like it wasn't. Worth anything.

JARETH: But I'm really. The one. Who's not.

LAVELA: =She'll shoot anyone that stares, goes to hold his face= F8LSE. Y0u're w0rth s0 much d0n't let s0me Stankbutt McFartnugget tell y0u 0therwise!

JARETH: -Can't help but snort at Stankbutt McFartnugget through his tears. O Lavela...-

JARETH: -He's gross don't look at him.-

LAVELA: =SHE HOLDS= >8T

JARETH: -He can't handle the eye contact, so he's closing his eyes, but at least there's a smile squirming up at the ridiculousness of the situation and her face. And eventually he laughs. It still sounds hysterical and weepy, but it's something.-

LAVELA: =He smiles and laughs but it's broken by tears.... still. She smiles a little bit then hugs him tighter= (D0rk.)

LAVELA: (I missed y0u.)

JARETH: -Now that he's calming down a little bit, he hugs her tighter- I. Missed you. Too.

LAVELA: =She holds him tight for a little longer then pulls back some and wipes at his face with her hand= W8y t0 be gr0ss. =But she's teasing=

LAVELA: C0me 0n. Let's g0 let y0u buy me s0me f00d. 8P

JARETH: Generous. Of you :>... -He nods.- But. Hold your hoofbeasts. -He uncaptchas a bag and starts reapplying the make up that got smeared-.

LAVELA: =SNRKS= Pretty b0y.

JARETH: -Gives a little shrug- Some things. Don't change.

LAVELA: 0f c0urse they d0n't, I'm glad y0u're still cute! We w00ld've had t0 put a p8per bag 0n y0ur head if n0t! 8P

JARETH: Actually. That sound. Appealing. Do you have one. On you?

JARETH: A brown one specifically.

LAVELA: 1 D0 BUT THEY'RE H0LDING MUFFINS S0 Y0U'RE 0UTTA LUCK!

JARETH: Mm. Muffins...

JARETH: How does all day breakfast sound?

LAVELA: It m8kes me w0nder why we're still at a l8me park!

LAVELA: =Stands up and offers him a hand gonna haul, obviously... or at least loop arms. She's loud and pushy but an affectionate cat=

JARETH: -claps compact mirror closed right as he finishes, he lets himself be hauled. He's made of twigs that are haphazdly glued together and put in loose flowing pastel clothing.-

JARETH: -Noodles a bit-.

JARETH: Your patience. Has drastically improved. From the last time I saw you. ;> -It's only HALF sarcasm because tbh 3 years ago Lavela would have not waited for him to finish his make up.-

JARETH: Let's go.

LAVELA: =She honestly wouldn't have... if anything she would've run them while he tried to apply it=

LAVELA: Even perfect creatures can m8ke small min0r, teeny tiny impr0vements! ~ 8P =Sing-songs and shimmers, gotta haul them all the way to this sweet breakfast joint=

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