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ANSWERING ASKS PT 4?
ok this is like 30+ asks LOL its mostly stuff about me/my art with a little crp sprinkled in im sorry... ill make a post thats actually answering the crp asks with real answers that arent "ILL DO IT EVENTUALLY I SWEAR" lololol
YOURE BOTH SO SWEET i havent been this passionate about smth in so long so hopefully im here for a while... thank u guys for indulging me. it makes me happy to post LOL
with love pls dont call me that buuuut. ninakate. ticciwork. ninatoby. ticcijack. ninajack. notice how its all in the same group...
hiii i dont plan to anytime soon! IF I WERE TO, cody and rouge are probably 'next in line' to being put in my AU, but i have no plans to actually commit to that
omg ok its funny cuz rn i HAVE ONE but its just me in it cuz im too lazy to organize all the bots and verification and whatnot. im also nervous about making a server cuz of some online occurrences that happened after u sent this HAHA so i'm kinda putting it off... but i reblogged tombs server and im sometimes active in there if u wanna join that one!
ffrhrughagahhhh
no ur right theyre such a power couple. i know we joke about toby being useless bf and clocky being badass gf but they're both really cool together.
I FORGOT I MADE THE TWILIGHT COMMENT LMFAAAOOOOOO I NEED i need. i need toby to find a random twilight shirt at a thrift and snag it for kate.
ME TOOOO its so delightful. i have so much fun playing with them like barbies.. making them kiss n whatever. LMFAOOOO so silly but yk
JEFF STANS ARE SO FUNNYYYYYYYYY i like you guys. laughing jack stans scare me but thats cuz that damn clown scares me... nothing that yall have done. youre just braver than me. LOL
i will not do this...
no literally its really bad. i hold horrible grudges BAHAHA but im working on it. im getting over my purple beef
omg. i listened to it and that was really cool. i like that thank u sm for sharing
IDK WHAT POST UR REFERING TO BUT YOURE RIGHT. LMAOOOOO
IM SORRYYYY im so sorry. i feel like this fandom is so small and most of the fans dont really ship in general so it suuuucks shipping here.. but i love them..
oh my god i need to i keep forgetting. the nina art i jus tposted of her holding th eknife was kinda.. kinda referencing her behaviors..
i do too!!! ive been neglecting them so bad im so sorry..
like the IEPFB tea party scene
I NEVER DID IT ANON IM SO SORRY IM GOING TO HELL
is this a song
i have not! i havent read alot of stories actually... i kinda like doing my own thing with them HAHA
omfg i had a clocknina drawing but i ended up privating but i think i should unprivate it...
ok actually im sorry i just am bad at requests omfg LMFAOO IM SORRY im so focused on nina ... forgive me...
THANK YOUUUU youre very sweet i appreciate you!!! <3
YEAH he's...one of the more tragic people. 100%. all loss
WHAT IS LIUJONJACK LOL WHOS JON??? ALSO LIUOTPS IS FUNNY
wdym ? !
LMFAOOOOO HEY ITS NOT A BAD COMBO THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING A NINAKATE SHIPPER........
THANK YOU CUPCAKE i really like nina.. or my version i gues si dunno.. i like everyone else's nina too. i like this nina we got going on together
ok i keep grouping these together but also making them seperate im so bad at organizing these asks but HAHA I LOVE THEM TOO i swear ill try to get some ticciwork stuff out soon!!! my spring semester is almost over so hopefullyyy..
this is how you know i suck ass cuz this was christmas time and im replying NOW. im so sorry. i initially planned to draw them hanging around a tree but i didnt get around to it then got embarassed and never replied.... but i agree it would have been cute. ha di notfailed. LOL
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[Mod]: I am an active askblog on here for 2023 i wanted to reblog from Pax but seeing where the reblog who its from its toby so i decided not to reblog. just wanted to let the community know im atill here.. and matured alittle so. yeah feel free to leave asks Aetherchey is still in this blood moon thing ill be posting a arc here soon hopefully chey will return.
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I posted 697 times in 2021
559 posts created (80%)
138 posts reblogged (20%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.2 posts.
I added 2,279 tags in 2021
#tales of arcadia - 548 posts
#incorrect quotes - 533 posts
#toa douxie - 330 posts
#toa jim - 228 posts
#toa toby - 128 posts
#toa claire - 128 posts
#toa steve - 127 posts
#toa krel - 114 posts
#toa merlin - 82 posts
#toa aja - 61 posts
Longest Tag: 69 characters
#because i keep using screenshots but i feel like there’s a better way
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Jim: Claire, I knight thee in the name of the father–
Merlin: *sighs*
Jim: the son–
Douxie: *waves*
Jim: and the unholy spirit
Morgana: *screaming from inside the shadow realm*
88 notes • Posted 2021-10-13 02:14:39 GMT
#4
Strickler: Jim, I am asking your permission to marry your mother
Jim: What is this, the dark ages? You know what? Since you’ve asked me, no you can’t. Beat me in a duel first
99 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 21:02:59 GMT
#3
Kidnapper: We have your son.
Barbara: Which one?
Kidnapper: Um, tall, skinny, black hair–
Barbara: You’re going to have to be more specific.
Kidnapper: S-self-sacrificing, loves his friends
Barbara: More
Kidnapper: M-more?
Barbara: More specific than that
Kidnapper: We have your brother.
Douxie: OH NO
Douxie: OHNONONO WHICH ONE?!
Kidnapper: It doesn’t matter which one, You have 24 hours to–
Douxie: IT’S STEVE ISN’T IT, I CAN TELL BY HIS BREATHING DON’T WORRY STEVE ILL BE THERE IN FIVE
Kidnapper: …
Kidnapper, to his partner: He says he’ll be here in 5?
Kidnapper 2: Or what, the kidnapping’s free?
Kidnapper: We have your sister.
Krel: …
Kidnapper: I said we have your–
Krel: Yeah, I heard you. You have Aja. You’re calling me from the basement of a warehouse owned by Arcadia Lumber on the outskirts of Arcadia and I can tell you your date of birth, social security number, and bank account PINs right now. Are you sure you’d like to play this game?
Kidnapper: Wh–
Krel: Oh, and by the way, you are gravely mistaken. You don’t have her. She has you.
Kidnapper: *disconnected screaming*
Krel: Heh. That’s my sister.
Kidnapper: We have your son.
Strickler: Cool. Tell him I say ‘hi’
Kidnapper: …
Strickler: *hangs up*
Kidnapper: …
Kidnapper: He says… um… ‘hi’…
Jim: Oh, sweet. Did you say hi back? Please tell me you said hi back.
Strickler: *kicks down the door*
Jim: Hey, Strickler!
Strickler: *sighs*
Strickler: The things I do for you freeloading–
Kidnapper: We have your brother.
Claire: Do you mean my BROTHER brother, or my not-quite brother, or my boyfriend brother? Or do you mean my boyfriend brother’s brother? Or do you mean my brother who isn’t actually my brother but I think of his as such? Or do you mean–
Kidnapper: *hangs up*
Kidnapper, to Jim, who’s tied in a chair: Do you have anyone else we could call?
Jim: Would you like to talk to my immortal older brother, or my best friend brother, or my redeemed bully brother, or my weird out-of-this-world brother? Or if they aren’t available, you could try my troll kinda-dad, or my kinda-troll kinda-dad, or my–
Kidnapper: I will pay you to just… leave.
Kidnapper: We have your biological father.
Jim: Sorry, I don’t accept returns
Kidnapper: …
Jim: *hangs up*
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#2
Douxie, groggily: Hello?
Eli, on the phone: Did you know you’re on Buzzfeed Unsolved?
Douxie:
Douxie: Eli, it’s literally 3 in the morning what even
126 notes • Posted 2021-11-30 10:20:21 GMT
#1
Douxie: I am perhaps already the undead, hauling my body around this mortal realm, haunted by the souls of the damned and the hungry who feast on my muscles and bones
Barbara: … once again, I don’t know where that is on a 1-10 pain scale
Jim: No no, I got it… it’s an 8
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67 for the wrapped songs :0
i sure reblogged this then never got to it
67 - NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A - toby fox
yeah we all know what THAT ONE'S from. i looped this some while writing some cubfan things though? for some reason?
(send me a number between 1-100 ill tell you which song on spotify wrapped that was)
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Questions Tag Game
Thank you for tagging me @catholicnicky!
Hmm I'm supposed to tag 20 but I'll tag:
@kiaya, @caffeinatedbraincell, @randofando-spoonie, @cowgaykermit, @boutiquetraveltravelboutique @rhubarbdreams
If you want to play :)
1. Name/Nickname: Shatters <3
2. Gender: *shrugs noncommitedly*/nonbinary fits best
3. Star sign: okay so I took a thing and I'm going to assume that "Sun in Pisces" is this? bc i have no clue any time i look at that :eek:
4. Height: it is to my delight that I can definitely say 5'3" and not actually 5'2"! Bc I'm only a couple inches shorter than a friend and that would mean I'm taller than 5'2"!
5. Time: at the time of this Q: 12:20... ah I should get ready for bed soon... (longer by the time I post this at a little past 1 am)
6. Birthday: Feb. 26
7. Favourite Band: Currently? Maybe Polyphia? Most played currently at least.
I've been vibing with Nothing But Thieves, Daughtry (again), 3OH!3 (i know), Florence + The Machine (though I have yet to do a discography playthrough yet), (ok so I'm scrolling through my saved artists for this one), The Neighbourhood, some local bands, and The Pretty Reckless lately.
8. Favourite solo artist: oh dear god. Um. Loving and/or getting back into: Rina Sawayama, Toby Fox, Ichika Nito, Tim Henson, Lil Nas X, King Princess, Hayley Kiyoko? idk it could be a lot more.
But for Reasons it currently has to be Lil Nas X <3
9. song stuck in my head: because I caved and got TikTok (derogatory) because of the Chocolate Potato Cake (from 1912!) [and if you didn't just hear that in Dylan's voice you should find it on Youtube it's great] it's Maneskin's Beggin.
When that's not recently heard, it varies between many other songs. If I whistle, it's usually a simple march we played in band. Maybe Soda. Maybe the hook from The Worst. Who knows~ not me!
10. last movie: either Waves or Wolf it's been so long since I've watched something. But soon hopefully Hartenstraat!
11. last show: Leverage! When I rewatched it last year or something!
12. when I created this blog: perhaps 2012 or 2013? I deleted most of my blog and started over though at around 15k posts so it may have been before that? But I don't think it was much before 2012 if so.
13. what I post: please tell me fuck if i know aaaaah
whatever I see when I pop on when I have the capacity to actually reblog or queue it i guess? mostly related to whatver i'm fixated on <3
(speaking of - draining my queue for the tumblr post+ strike so that'll suck to get filled again afterwards :P)
14. last thing I googled: "Sugar and spice makes everything nice quote"
15. other blogs: theoldguardinshatters is my tog sideblog!
I have some other... rather inactive blogs... not really sure I want to share them. Some are straight up empty.
16. do i get asks? not often
17. why I chose my URL: I'm a poet!
jk jk (or am I?) but I wrote a poem back in middle school... actually a few versions based off the same premise/line (i was going to see if I could find it but looking back That Far in my blog is like "yeah, there's no way I'm faking my mental illness even when I fear I might be" so I'm just. not. going there. like holy shit maybe i should purge my old posts again...)
But if I remember maybe I'll put what I can remember under a cut?
18. following: after swearing I'd never follow more than 100: 304. But many aren't active anymore :( (also literally me 5 yrs ago: 'oh god I follow more than 30 people I'm freaking out, it's too many!')
19. followers: 234, but who knows how many are porn bots I never really kept up back in the day
20. average hours of sleep: ...that is a good question... idk. maybe 5ish when I work and maybe 9ish when I am just me on my own?
21. lucky number: culturally: 8, personally, also: 3,7,13,17,19,23
22. instruments: formerly flute and tenor sax. I haven't exactly kept up oops >.< (so i guess rn I just whistle or hum or sometimes sing)
23. what am I wearing: shorts and a t-shirt
24. dream job: bookbinder, or some other creative pursuit that allows me to work with my hands - cake decorator? other arts? idk. maybe secretary? maybe fancy ass barista/pastry decorator? editor? illustrator? i have no clue please send suggestions <3
25. dream trip: with friends. Not having to drive the entire time. Longer than what I'm currently able to do... maybe a couple months... maybe in europe or asia? maybe just road tripping across canada. idk. It sure would be nice to see them again <3 hopefully camping with one (maybe two?) mid august-ish though! :D
26. favourite food: dim sum (bc I really miss going out with family!), sushi, desserts, pies, quiche, eggs benny, Popcorn, I'm not sure. those are also safe foods texturally usually too though.
27. nationality: canadian, half chinese.
28. favourite song: *shrugs* right now perhaps Soda or The Worst
29. last book I read: ...i don't know... maybe a reread I did of What They Always Tell Us or Martin Wilson's other book We Now Return To Regular Life last year?
30. top 3 fictional universes I would like to live in: ...fuck. I don't know. Most of the fantasy universes I read are fanfic...
Maybe.... Waves Cinematic Universe - now that Gabriele has a boat, we could boat!
Some universe with wings!
A universe with UBI *sideeyes gvmt*
Stardew Valley universe! :D
from what I can remember maybe (again - Several Versions of this were written... back in middle school...)
Shatter the fragments
to see what's left
Release the weight
That's on your chest
There's nothing left
For you to see
Nothing left
But apathy
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Seeing you reblog Rewind art made me go :D but also D: because I've been gradually making my way through that fic this week but at the same time I'm trying to be wary of spoilers. I tried looking for fanart a few days ago but searches like 'dsmp rewind' tend to show results about Dream's 'face reveal' more than any fic-based art. Have you seen the one with Toby and Theo's arrival? I have that one saved for when I fully catch up so I can reblog it.
Either way, it's cool to see someone else like that fic and to also see more art of it. I'll be sure to save those pieces too.
Oh I absolutely adore that fanfiction!! And yeah, finding fanart is reaaally hard so I'm really glad the author has links to new fanart in the notes of every chapter.
And yeah I've seen that one! The one made by galaghiel, right? It's how I ended up following them!
But seriously Rewind is great, the story is amazing the pacing is fast but not rushed, characterization isn't over the top and also fitting for the world it's set in. The differenciation between present story, past story, the voices, dream's thoughts, Theo's thoughts etc is really well done and not confusing. And the chapters are nicely long with great endings.
And the best of all IT UPDATES DAILY. THATS SO FUCKING AMAZING!!! Because it is a somewhat complicated story especially with the different povs so if I had to wait a week I'd have to reread a good chunk before being able to really understand the newest chapter BUT I DONT BECAUSE IT UPDATES DAILY HAVE I MENTIONED THAT IT UPDATES DAILY HOLY SHIT!!!
Feel free to talk to me about the story as you read it because God knows ILL BE HAPPY TO YELL RIGHT BACK
#dsmp au#dsmp rewind#rewind#i didnt really talk about the story i think so i wont tag this as spoilers
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Two Brothers, Many Paths - Ch 20
Chapter 20?! When did that happen?!?
Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's been 20 chapters already with these dear boys! I've been having an amazing time writing this story, and absolutely adore Sans and Papyrus like my own sons! (Plot twist--*I* am their father! haha, j/k....or AM I!?)
Thank you so, so, SO much for reading, for all the likes, the reblogs, the awesome comments, and for sticking with these precious boys as they continue their struggles through their difficult life. I really hope you're enjoying it, as I absolutely love writing it!
Don't worry, this isn't anywhere near the end, there's still more to go! Here's to more chapters and more time with Sans and Papyrus!
Thank you again! :)
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Undertale copyright Toby Fox
Story and original characters by me, Kimtana
Please do not use without both permission and credit.
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Sans stood out in the snow just outside the shelter, trembling fiercely. He sucked in air in sharp gasps, struggling to breathe, and staggered. His legs and knees were too weak and could no longer support him. They buckled, forcing him to collapse upon his stomach.
He slowly shut his eyes as he feebly slammed his left hand down on to the snow.
“I...I can’t—”
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The day before, after the tickle fight and dinner, Sans sat with Papyrus on the bed quietly. Sans had been in deep thought throughout the meal about his new magic—or rather, his failure to do his new magic.
Thanks to his brother, Sans understood that he shouldn’t harbor any blame or guilt for what led to the accident. That didn’t, however, answer why he couldn’t do the magic without feeling like the accident happened all over again. He needed to figure that out—fast—because their food supplies were dangerously low.
It had been weeks since they had last foraged for food—aside from the pine cones—and they desperately needed to get to the darkened area for more mouseshroom nightlights. But with the threat of monsters leaving the cavern, walking out in the valley for hours at a time was exceedingly risky. Sans needed to get his magic to work, or his brother would starve.
Papyrus could tell that Sans had something on his mind, so he nudged his brother’s knee as he sat across from him on the bed.
“What Sas finkin bout?”
Sans snapped out of his train of thought and blinked back to reality. He sighed deeply, rubbing the sides of his lap nervously.
“I’m thinking about that new magic, and why I can’t do it anymore. Every time I think about doing it, I keep feeling like I’m getting hurt all over again.”
Papyrus’ eyebrows creased worriedly. “Sas hurt?”
Sans waggled his hands. “No, no, I’m not actually getting hurt again. It just feels like I am.”
Sans heaved another sigh.
Papyrus looked down and played with a bit of fabric by his foot. “M’sorry....”
“It’s ok,” Sans said, leaning back on the bed, supporting himself up with his hands by his sides.
“Mebbe—” Papyrus started, then went quiet, focusing on the fabric piece.
Sans sat back up, urging him to continue gently. “Maybe what?”
“No, s’dumb,” he mumbled, eyes still down.
Sans’ face furrowed momentarily. “Nothing you say is ever dumb, Pap. You’ve got brilliant ideas, you know that.”
The side of Papyrus’ mouth twitched, not believing his brother’s words.
Sans leaned down in front of his brother’s face and grinned. “Papyrus, you have some of the best ideas I’ve ever heard. If you don’t believe me, then I will tickle you again until next week.”
At this, Papyrus giggled, curling himself up to prevent any tickling fingers from finding his weak spots. “No!”
“Yes,” Sans said, a mischievous grin growing on his face.
“Kay, kay,” the little skeleton conceded. “But Pa don know if Sas fink it dumb. Pa don know if Sas feel hurt wif it.”
Sans tilted his head, his grin dying. “I’m sure it won’t hurt me, Pap. What is it? Really, I’m desperate to try anything to get this magic to work.”
Papyrus took a deep breath and released it. “Well, Sas say he go dere, dere, dere an not get hurt, right?” He pointed out various directions with each “dere”.
“Yeah,” his brother said, sitting up straight. “I was able to go to a few different places before. And...and then—” He flinched.
“Tell Pa where Sas go,” Papyrus said, looking up at him.
“Well,” Sans said, holding up a hand and counting on his fingers. “The first time was just outside, and that was when I was carrying you with me. The second was out on the trail in the spot we had finished. Then I went to the darkened area, then the tunnel, then—”
“Stop!” Papyrus shouted suddenly, making Sans jump.
“Wh-what?” Sans gasped.
“Don say more places. Das enough.”
Sans blinked, then twisted his eyebrows in confusion. “Um...okay...?”
Papyrus pointed at his brother’s face. “When Sas fink bout uver places, Sas don hurt, don make face like dis.” He imitated Sans’ flinching expression.
“Well, no,” Sans agreed.
“Sas on’y have one axyden, right?”
“Yeah...just the one.”
Papyrus grinned. “Sas! Das good!”
Sans raised an eyebrow and frowned. “Pap, in what world is that good?!”
The little skeleton shook his head “No, no. Axyden not good. On’y one is good!”
Sans blinked wide as he shook his head slowly, thoroughly confused, and didn’t even know how to answer. Papyrus sensed he wasn’t getting through, so he explained further.
“Sas go outside wif Pa—no axyden. Sas go farway snow we dig—no axyden. Sas go darky ayea—no axyden. Sas go tunnel—no axyden. Den, Sas have axyden.”
Sans watched as Papyrus held up four fingers on his hand. “Das four no axydens.” He held up his other hand with a single finger. “And on’y one axyden.”
“Ok,” Sans said slowly. “I see what you’re saying....”
“One axyden—don fink bout.” He hid the hand with one finger behind his back. He moved the hand with four fingers closer to Sans. “Four no axydens—on’y fink bout dem.”
“That’s great and all, Pap,” Sans sighed. “But it’s not that easy. I wasn’t thinking about the accident when I started feeling like I was going through it again.”
“Pa know,” he said, putting his hand down. “But las time Sas do magic, Sas have axyden, and dat what Sas fink bout.”
Sans blinked, looking away as his brother’s words seeped in. Sans wasn’t sure what he was thinking about the day before when he tried to get him and his brother to the darkened area, but that had to have been in the back of his mind.
“I don’t know, Pap,” he said, returning his eyes to his brother. “I wasn’t really thinking about it at all. What if it’s too deep in my mind? What if I never get over it?”
Papyrus looked up at his brother sadly, recalling a detail his brother had mentioned a while back. “Sas had axyden where Mommy was....”
Sans flinched, grabbing his head and shutting his eyes tight. After a few seconds, he opened them and let his hands fall back to his lap as he grunted his answer. “Y-yeah....”
“Dat way Sas an Pa come in, dat have big winnow in it now.”
Sans tilted his head, his breath steady now. “A ‘big window’?”
Pap answered, illustrating with his hands. “Yeah, big winnow Sas an Pa bang on but no open.”
“Oh, yeah,” Sans said, realizing what his brother meant. “That clear wall blocking the opening. Yeah.”
“Pa fink dat big winnow bad.”
Sans clutched his chest, thinking of how he had been pinned in the barrier as it came down over the cave opening. How it had sliced through his soul, permanently reduced his health, almost killed him—twice, now—and how it trapped them inside the mountain. He whined just thinking about it.
“Yeah, Pap.... That big window is definitely bad....”
“Dat winnow not in da four no axydens,” Papyrus stated, putting his hand on his brother’s knee.
“No,” Sans answered, his voice still low. “No, it’s not.”
Papyrus stood up and took hold of his brother’s face by the cheekbones to look him squarely in the eyes.
“Dat big winnow make axyden. Don go to big winnow. Uver places safe fom big winnow, so Sas can go to uver places wifout gettin hurt.”
Sans cringed sadly, really wishing it was as easy as his little brother made it seem. He averted his eyes again, doubt creeping into his mind.
Papyrus put his forehead against Sans’ and looked squarely into his brother’s eyes. He spoke firmly, yet softly.
“Big winnow make axyden. Not Sas. Sas can do magic. Pa bewieve in Sas.”
Sans shut his eyes for a moment, then reached up and pulled his brother in for a hug.
“Thanks for believing in me, Papyrus.... That means a lot....”
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Sans slept on his brother’s words, waking up a couple times from nightmares of the incident. While his sleep might have been broken, he was extremely glad to see that Papyrus wasn’t having any of his own nightmares. Looks like the talk they had did them both good.
After each nightmare, Sans tried to push the fear and anxiety away and struggled to focus on the times he had succeeded with his magic—just as Papyrus had suggested. It was extremely hard to do, as the dark thoughts were louder than the good ones.
Fortunately, the fight between the two sides was so exhausting, Sans fell asleep quickly each time.
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Sans regretted eating breakfast. The mushrooms sat heavy in his nervous stomach, making him feel slightly ill.
Sans regretted deciding to try the new magic after breakfast even more. Why did he agree to Papyrus’ suggestion?
Sans sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall across from him as his brother sat beside him silently. He tried to keep his mind on the positives, while the reasons he shouldn’t even bother attempting it crawled up and choked at him.
Papyrus broke his silence gently. “Sas did good so far.”
Sans gave a short, hollow laugh and stared at his hands. “Yeah....”
Earlier that morning, Papyrus mentioned that he should think about doing the magic before actually attempting it, so that his fear became more manageable.
So Sans went through every step except the final one—taking a literal step forward. The first few times he tried, he flinched as soon as he shut his eyes. Papyrus was right there, comforting him with soothing words and gentle hugs.
Then he was able to focus on where he wanted to go—the darkened area. This also started off difficult, as the picture of the area with the mouseshroom nightlights and glowing gems in the wall soon turned into the dark cave with its iridescent barrier that taunted his mind. At last, he could clearly see the darkened area and was able to hold on to the image.
By breakfast, Sans had been able to get through all but the final step without flinching. Papyrus thought this was an amazing breakthrough and used breakfast to celebrate.
Sans wished he had an ounce of his brother’s confidence in him. Papyrus didn’t have any idea what a mess up his brother really was....
Papyrus put his hand on his brother’s back, leaning his head on his brother’s arm. “Really, Sas did good so far. Sas can do it.”
Sans heaved a deep sigh, then stood up from the bed. He had to get this over with, hesitating was only making things worse. And he needed to do this now—the mushrooms they had eaten were the last pair. They didn’t have enough food for dinner, so time to get this magic right had all but run out.
“O-ok,” Sans stammered, his voice as shaky as his legs. “I’m just going to try a short trip, in case anything bad...happens....”
He started rethinking the whole thing, then shook his head, wiping the doubts away.
Papyrus jumped off the bed and took Sans’ hand.
“No, Pap,” Sans said, turning to him. “I don’t dare take you with me yet.”
The little skeleton looked up sadly.
Sans hugged him tightly. “Papyrus, I still don’t know if this is going to work. If anything ever happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. I have to make this first trip by myself.”
Papyrus hugged back, his voice betraying his hurt. “Ok....”
“And listen,” Sans said, pulling back to face his brother. “I’m going to try to go right outside. If anything happens to me, I’m depending on you to heal me. You’ve got a far more important job than I do, so that’s why I can’t take you with me. I’m not leaving you behind, Pap. I need you here to help me if something goes wrong.”
Papyrus’ face lit up momentarily, then he raised his eyebrow and grinned heroically. “Pa potec Sas. Pa fix Sas wif gween if hurt.”
“Great,” Sans grinned, rubbing the top of his brother’s head. “I knew I could depend on you.”
Sans went to stand in the center of the main room. Papyrus backed up against the bed, keeping an eye on his brother.
Sans shifted from foot to foot nervously, breathing heavily in an effort not to hyperventilate. He shut his eyes as he tried to talk himself down under his breath.
“Oookay, Sans...you’ve got this, you can do this, just relax, just focus, just breathe, just....”
He whimpered, cringing at the thought of his body going through all that damage again.
“Sas!”
His eyes shot open at his brother’s call.
Papyrus stood in front of him, smiling. “I bewieve in you!”
Sans smiled warmly, bolstered by his brother’s words. He gave the little skeleton a nod.
He shut his eyes and took a deep breath in, held it, then released it slowly. He pictured one of the open areas just outside the shelter, keeping it firmly framed in his mind.
It’s going to hurt....
He flinched slightly, then shook his head. No, I’ll be fine. I’ll be ok.
The image of the area came back into his mind’s view. He studied the snow, the placement of the boulders near it, and where the shelter was from its location.
I really want to go there, I need to know if I can do this. I need to be in that spot, please take me there safely.
His feet felt like lead. Urging himself while holding the picture in his mind, repeating his desire to be there, he cautiously lifted his left foot. His entire body was shaking feverishly as panic gripped him tightly. He was terrified that laying his foot down meant he would be setting it at death’s door again.
Please...keep me safe.... Please...I need to go there.... I need to know.... He is depending on me.... I want to go right there, right now....
He moved his foot forward and felt it hit the floor. The deafening fwoosh filled his ears, and he tried to cry out in terror, but the blast of wind pushed his voice back into his throat. The moment it started, the sensation ended, though his panic did not. He opened his eyes slowly.
Sans was standing out in the valley, just outside the shelter, trembling fiercely. He sucked in gulps of air in sharp gasps, struggling to breathe, and staggered forward. His legs and knees were too weak with relief from the fear he had embraced and could no longer support him. They buckled, forcing him to collapse down upon his stomach in the snow.
He slowly shut his eyes as he feebly slammed his left hand down on to the snow in triumph.
“I...I can’t—” he gasped. “I-I can’t believe it.... I did it.... I did it....”
Papyrus was running towards him, calling out for him. “Sas! Sas!”
Sans shakily raised his head to his brother’s voice. “Pap....”
The little skeleton flung himself onto the snow at his brother’s side. “Sas hurt?!”
Sans grinned weakly. “No...no, I’m fine.... Just...tired....”
With Papyrus’ help, he got up to sit in the snow. He was still breathing heavily.
Papyrus still looked concerned, and Sans shook his head.
“I’m ok.... I was just so terrified.... and when it happened, it was loud and fast, and I was so scared I was going to wind up hurt again.... I’m still shaking from being so panicked like that. I just need a minute, I’ll be fine.”
Sans sat back, putting his hands in the snow to hold himself up. He started laughing softly, his grin widening.
“Pap...I did it.”
Papyrus’ face split into a grin. “Sas did it!”
“I did it.”
Papyrus came in to give him a crushing hug, giggling happily.
“Pa knew Sas could do it! Pa beweived in you!”
Sans shut his eyes as he hugged his brother back, his relief and joy washing away the fear, anxiety, and doubts, leaving him exhausted and shaky, but happy. The two brothers held onto each other, laughing at Sans’ accomplishment, as swirls of snow danced around them in celebration.
#undertale#undertale fanfic#undertale fanfiction#sans#papyrus#sans and papyrus#sans undertale#papyrus undertale#skelebros#babybones#TBMP#TwoBrothersManyPaths#Two Brothers Many Paths
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Eternal Night Redux: Finale
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6
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The Hearthstone once more hummed with energy. Throughout the past few months it had slowly recovered from Gunmar draining it. Jim was delighted to see it once again to its previous healthy glow.
Since Gunmar's defeat at the hand of the Trollhunters, Trollmarket had been constantly busy. Ambassadors from various troll tribes had been constantly coming and going. They were all working to solidify the tenuous peace that had been established.
There was still tension between different groups. The trolls of Trollmarket disliked the trolls from Gato's Keep since they refused to come in their hour of need. Many of the trolls still hated and distrusted the changelings, and the surviving members of the Janus order returned those feelings in spades.
Angor was still feared even by some of the trolls who had fought alongside him. And the former assassin still harbored many ill feelings for Strickler. Jim did his best to keep those two apart as much as possible.
Even with tensions still running high between groups and between individuals they were all still gathered again. Trollmarket was filled with all manner of trolls, Krubera, Quagawump, changeling, and the survivors of old Trollmarket. The troll and changeling armies were waiting outside the Heartstone, just in case things went poorly within.
Jim marched into the Heartstone with the Staff of Avalon in his hand. Claire and Toby were on either side of him. The rest of his growing family followed behind.
"I must insist again that this plan is folly!" Merlin's gravely voice called forward from the back of the group.
"Enough Merlin! We've discussed and debated this point back and forth in circles ever since we killed Gunmar."
Merlin took a breath to argue but Toby spoke over him.
"Yeah shut up beetle brows." Toby shouted back. "You've done nothing but complain literally since we woke you up."
Merlin pushed past the others and out his arm on Claire's shoulder. "Perhaps the fair Claire-"
"Do you want to get punched again?" Claire smacked his hand off her shoulder. "Because I feel like calling me 'fair Claire' again is a sure fire way to get punched again."
Merlin flapped his mouth like a fish for a moment, and Jim swirled around to face him.
"We've already decided. If she is going to be an enemy and try to kill us all when she gets out, that outcome will be the same whether we release her now or she breaks free a thousand years from now. At least now we are as prepared as we can be for a fight." Jim turned and led the way down the stairs as he talked. "However if there is any chance to talk her down we have to do it now. We can't just wait till it's convenient."
They pushed forward and spread out into the prison chamber. Jim strode toward the center, beneath Morgana's form, frozen in the stone. With a resounding click he pushed the staff into its home in the key hole.
Jim looked past the staff to Morgana. If she decided to kill them all it would be the fight of their lives to get out of this chamber. He was sure that some of them would die here if it came to that. He didn't know if he could bare losing anyone here, maybe Merlin was right and this was a bad idea.
As he wrestled for a moment with his indecision he felt a hand fall on each of his shoulders. Toby and Claire had moved forward with him. They each had one hand on the staff and one on his shoulders.
Jim leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Claire's lips, then turned and pressed one to Toby's as well. He took just a moment to breath in the same space as them, his eyes closed before he steeled his back.
"Together?" He asked them.
"Together." They said as one.
Jim wrapped both of his hands around the Staff of Avalon and with Claire and Toby speaking in the same breath as him, said the enchantment that would free the Eldritch Queen.
They carefully aimed the green beam that blasted out from the staff at the hanging crystal. It only took a moment before the crystal shattered. Jim summoned his helmet to protect his face and his shield to protect Claire and Toby's.
The bits of stone froze in mid air before flying back towards the now free Morgana. Jim resisted the urge to draw his sword as she hovered slowly downward. Toby and Claire both had their collapsed weapons in their hands, they were trying not look threatening, but they didn't want to be taken by surprise. Jim stepped forward toward the golden armored woman.
"Morgana! We have freed you in a bid for peace." Jim said. His voice took on a commanding air that still took him by surprise, though the others had come to expect it.
Morgana did not reply instead she swept her gaze over those gathered here. Jim worried for a moment whether she understood him, and was about to try again in Trollish. Before he could the gravely voice he had come to dread spoke up.
"Like I said, it is foolish to trust her!" Merlin stepped forward his sword in hand.
Before anyone could react to stop him, golden glyphs appeared around Morgana's emerald hand. The magic blast knocked Merlin back into the wall. Jim hesitated for a moment waiting for any other magic attack.
"We'll go ahead and give you that one, but we would like to talk peace."
"You dare try and talk to me about peace?" Morgana's voice reverberated in the room. "You want to talk about peace while you are wearing the amulet forged from my hand!"
Jim had to stop himself from taking a step back from the force of her fury. He mentally berated himself. Wearing the armor put a serious dent in his negotiation ability. He was surprised when Claire stepped forward, boldly facing the Eldritch Queen.
"If you don't want to talk peace with Jim, then talk peace with me!" Claire's voice took on the same magical quality as Morgana's as she spoke. "You possessed me! Tried to destroy my soul! Tried to kill my boyfriend!"
As she spoke Morgana slowly floated lower till she was standing on the ground. She still towered over the children, but at least she wasn't blasting them apart. Jim couldn't help but notice that she was easily the tallest non troll in the room.
"I have every right to hate you!" Claire continued. "To want you dead for what you did to me! But I want to offer a chance to end the fighting! To end the bloodshed that has stretched back who knows how many thousands of years."
Morgana looked at her closely, her face closed off and unreadable. She studied every line and curve of Claire's face. Whatever she was looking for she seemed to find because she nodded to herself, then settled into a floating seated position.
"Very well my child. Let's talk of peace."
A sigh ran through the room as if every person there had been holding their breath. Claire sat down on the floor in front of her and Morgana floated lower till they were on the same level.
"My partners will join me in these talks." Claire said. "Jim will represent the needs of Troll kind. Toby will represent the humans, both those in the town above and in the rest of the world."
Jim stepped forward and sat beside Claire. Toby sat on her other side. In an effort to show their earnestness Jim pulled at the amulet on his chest, allowing his armor to return to light. He pocketed the amulet. Toby set his collapsed warhammer aside as well.
"It would seem I'm outnumbered at these talks. Would no one join me?" Morgana turned aside and addressed the rest of those gathered in the room. "My champion?"
Angor growled reflexively from where he had been leaning against one of the walls. "I am no longer your champion!"
"No. I suppose not." For the first time an expression other than fury could be seen on her face. Jim could clearly see it as a deep sadness. Morgana turned to where Strickler and Nomura were standing on the opposite side of the chamber. “Well what about you? Will one of you stand by your Lady Creator?”
Nomura looked away a scowl on her face. Strickler however took a step forward. Morgana waited but that was as close as he moved.
“It is true you created the changelings. So we could work as your spies and assassins in this war. However Jim helped us, without any thought of reward, even while we were still on the opposite sides. Also he was the one who insisted that the changelings be included again and again. He was the one who fought for our place at this table. I think I can speak for all of my brethren when I say we stand for once alongside the Trollhunter. Not against him.”
Morgana looked down, her face thoughtful. When she looked up again Jim could see a fire in her eyes.
“It is is said, that you can judge a man by the enemies he makes.” She glanced over their shoulders to where Merlin was standing. “Or by the allies he keeps.” At this she glanced to Angor. “But I truly believe the truest test of a man is the enemies he turns into allies, or even friends. Fine. I will sit alone against you.”
On impulse Jim shifted over so he was sitting to the side, in between the Claire and Morgana. Toby quickly caught on to what he was doing and moved so he and Jim were now looking at each other, with Morgana and Claire on their sides.
“You don’t have to be against us.” Jim said. “We are all sitting together.”
Claire leaned forward pulling Morgana’s attention.
“The three of us have fought together against everything we have come across.” Claire said. “We can all fight together now.”
In an uncommon display of seriousness Toby also leaned forward as well meeting Morgana’s eyes. “Seriously can we get this conversation started? This armor is super uncomfortable to sit in for long periods of time.”
Jim and Claire laughed, and even Morgana smiled. Together all four of them, the three Trollhunters and the Eldritch Queen sat and talked. They talked of war and bloodshed. And they talked of peace, and rebuilding. They talked long into the night, Blinky and Aaarrrgghh eventually bringing in chairs so they didn’t have to sit on the floor.
In the end they spoke of balance. Of a balance that had been absent from the world for far too long. Together they spoke of creating a better future, for Troll, Human, Changeling, Wizard and anyone else out in the universe.
Fin
#jim lake junior#tales of arcadia#Trollhunters#claire nunez#toby domzalski#morgana toa#eternal night redux#writing emerald
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ardoria replied to your post “Some disordered Twisted Fate/ Graves thoughts”
God i think i dont remember all but their previous lore was a bit different and from my pov i know them for 5 yrs the "updated" lore is a bit off-putting but not really sure why. Also tf was called tobias foxtrot and not.... felix?? Ill never accept the felix i really dunno what happened there. Also yeah no shipping name... my friend and i call it twistedgraves but some call it lucky shot or something and yeah, theres A LOT of content especially here and at some point I reblogged it and im sure i reblogged all tg content i could find on here through the yrs but sadly i havent tagged all ;-;
Alot of content disapperead when tumblr hat a mental breakdown and its so sad tbh.... Also i fucking love the happier tone in their dynamics now like they really fukcing made up years ago and are working on their relationship i wish riot doesnt deny their HEAVILY IMPLIED relationship pls dont destroy the only good thing in life smh ;-;
yeah the name change is kind of weird -- I guess they really wanted to double down on the luck theme? but 'tobias foxtrot' rolls off the tongue better and also is waaay funnier to me, so I'm sort of making it a half headcanon for myself that felix is just his middle name. good ol’ lucky toby foxtrot lol
ah makes a lot of sense that a lot of it was lost to the nswf ban cataclysm! going through older tags still feels like walking through a haunted graveyard of glorious smut I know must have been here at some point haha
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Juliet Dies in This Chapter Six: Life
Claire is alive. She is not well.
Welcome to the final chapter, sorry for the late update! In exchange, have some art of Jim and Claire.
If anyone thought this was going to be a happy chapter, though... well, trigger/spoiler warning for offscreen torture and death, mentions of malnutrition, PTSD, and some internalized ableism.
Also, huge thanks to everyone who has reblogged the previous chapters of this fic.
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The walk to the hospital felt so very long.
The walk to the hospital was two agonizing blocks and one alley they had taken because Claire had taken one look at the mass of people and –
She didn’t remember what she did, but she remembered Jim and Toby trying to calm her down, telling her that she didn’t have to interact with a lot of people yet, that they knew a shortcut.
What had she been thinking? That once she got out of the Shadow Realm, her anxiety would suddenly go down to zero?
The entire way to the hospital, Claire had been on the edge of a panic attack and she didn’t know why. She was safe now. She had saved Enrique. Her friends were still alive. Jim was alive. She had escaped. A mob of people doing last-minute Christmas shopping – because she had been there for six months – wouldn’t be able to hurt her in a meaningful way, so why was she so scared?
Was it because everything was so loud? She was used to sounds only happening because she made them happen, but she had been always listening to make sure Morgana wasn’t coming back to torture her.
Claire was thankful for the diversion from the crowd. Her knees, ankles, and hips were not thankful for the supposed “shortcut.” She had tried to keep up an exercise regimen, but it was hard to keep to a schedule when the passage of time was a nebulous concept. The amount of weight she had lost didn’t help, either.
Jim didn’t let go of her hand. Toby only let go of Claire’s hand when he needed to readjust Enrique. It was better for him to hold her brother; there were sharp edges on his armor. He was less of a hazard.
The waiting room for the clinic was empty. There was a clock reading 3:46, and it ticked, because time was meaningful on Earth. The receptionist looked up and immediately reached for their pager. “Doctor Lake? Your son and his friends are here.”
Barbara must have been close, because not a minute later – Claire kept the clock in her vision – she came barreling down the corridor.
First Barbara’s eyes landed on Toby, and she looked relieved to see Enrique, alive and mostly well, aside from the cut on his hand. Then her eyes passed over Claire in favor of Jim; Barbara had a look of frustrated concern upon seeing Jim’s burns. It was as if burns from the sunlight was a too-common occurrence. Then, finally, Barbara noticed the figure standing between the two boys.
She looked like she had seen a ghost. Claire didn’t fault her for that; just because she was opaque didn’t mean the girl who had jumped through the portal hadn’t died six months ago.
Barbara recovered quickly. “Toby, take Enrique to the pediatric ward. Jim, I’m sure you know where the burn treatment center is.”
Toby ripped his hand from Claire’s with an apologetic look. “I’ll call your parents, tell them that you and Enrique are here,” he said over his shoulder as he walked away.
Jim began to move away from her, too, and in panic – chains, Blinky, torn, snapped – Claire used her other hand to hold onto his. Immediately she felt guilty, but she did not let go.
“Hey, Mom? Is it okay if I stay with Claire for a bit?” he asked, giving her a comforting smile. Or at least, it was supposed to be one. Claire took no comfort in the situation, no matter what changed.
“Five minutes, maximum, and then you’re getting those burns looked at.”
They walked to an empty patient examination room. Claire couldn’t remember if this was the same one where Barbara had proclaimed that Claire’s illness from the portal was due to stress. She hoped that Barbara had gotten better with identifying the symptoms of dark magic.
There was a scale and a blood pressure cuff in the room. Claire felt her eyes widen; she didn’t want anyone to see her. She didn’t want anyone to see how much she had been warped.
“Can you take off your armor?” Barbara asked. Claire’s joints ached even when her armor braced them; if she wanted them to heal, she would have to let a doctor see them. Barbara had accepted when her son had become a troll, so she was the best bet for not casting Claire away in horror.
Claire braced herself against the wall with one hand. With the other, she closed her fingers around the crystal in the center of her breastplate and pulled it out. Her armor glowed and was pulled in like a star into a glowing black hole. Her porcelain-white hair floated around her head for the briefest of moments as she placed the crystal in her pocket, carefully wedged so that she could don her armor again in a half-moment’s notice.
Someone inhaled sharply. Shock, probably, from seeing the way cracks crawled their way up and down her arms, with a concentrated group around her wrists and elbows. From seeing the irregular choker of cracks around her neck, a scar from when her neck had snapped when she had first become trapped; a brand that said no matter how many times Claire died, Morgana would resurrect her again just to make sure the agony never ended.
She was thankful that she woke up cold, and wore sweats, socks, and a t-shirt instead of the tank top and shorts she had gone to bed in. She wished she could be wearing a long-sleeved turtleneck, and a hood, and gloves, and maybe a glamour mask while she was at it.
Taking off her armor was a mistake. Not only was she shaking, but they knew, now. They knew that she was not the Claire they knew anymore; she was broken, and her body was just a bunch of brutally glued together pieces. She was very tempted to take out her hairclips and hide behind her hair like she did as a child.
“Hey, Claire?” Jim asked. “Why are you wearing my clothes?”
“What?”
“I mean, you wore your Papa Skull shirt when… on that day, when you and Toby were putting on your armor.” His face fell, but then he grinned. “Why are you now wearing gym clothes?”
She couldn’t help the laughter that caused her to nearly double over. “You, you aren’t even funny,” she said when she was able to catch her breath. How long had it been since she had laughed like that? How long had it been since she had last smiled?
Barbara pushed her glasses up slightly to pinch her brow, despite her shoulders shaking slightly from laughter. She and Jim then helped Claire to the scale.
Concern flashed across Jim and Barbara’s faces as they saw just how little Claire weighed. Claire didn’t think her weight was that bad; it was harder to see her ribs than when she had first escaped Morgana.
She had to be helped to the bed, too, because her arms and legs ached, and she didn’t want to risk triggering a panic attack by levitating herself. Claire pressed her lips together and tried not to think about the way the blood pressure cuff squeezed her arm.
“Hey, I don’t know if I told you this, but that was pretty cool, what you did with the chains,” Jim said. He was trying to distract her. She appreciated it, because logically she suspected that no one wanted to attack her in this hospital despite her anxiety telling her to be vigilant.
“Thanks,” she said, the energy from her laughter gone. She glanced at the blood pressure monitor and realized that she had no idea what 130/78 meant, though she was pretty sure usually the top number was lower.
“Claire, I’m going to ask you some questions. Jim, go get your burns treated,” Barbara said as she removed the blood pressure cuff.
“Yes, Mom,” he said, reluctantly. “See you in, like, twenty minutes, Claire.”
Claire waved and winced at the strain.
“The places where the cracks are,” Barbara said. “Do they hurt?”
“Sometimes,” Claire said. Her eyes darted about, looking for a clock. Twenty minutes. One thousand, two hundred seconds. Without a clock, it meant nothing to her. She didn’t hear a ticking noise.
“Have you… were any of your bones broken?” Barbara asked, and her voice was awkwardly stiff, like she was trying to stick to a procedure. A list of questions to ask a former POW, or something.
Claire nodded. “They… they got healed, though.”
“Okay,” Barbara said, writing it down. “Can you say how long ago that was?”
“No.” Claire found the clock. It read 2:10. A large post-it note was on top of it, and it read “REMINDER: FIX!”
“Do you think they’re the reason why you have difficulty walking?”
“Uh… no, it was… it was… I’m sorry.” Chained, pulled, snapped, slammed –
Claire gnawed at her lip. She was supposed to be okay here. “I can’t remember which, which method of torture made my joints bad.”
“It’s okay, it shouldn’t affect the treatment,” Barbara soothed; she pulled her stethoscope from where it hung around her neck. “I’m going to check your heartbeat and breathing.” She pulled Claire’s shirt up from her back. Barbara’s gasp would be inaudible for anyone who wasn’t hypersensitive to every sound.
The feeling of the cool metal circle against the crisscrossed scars and cracks was an odd one, but Claire tried to keep her breathing steady.
“Well, the good news is that your heartbeat and breathing are normal,” Barbara said. She smiled, and Claire tried to mirror it. Her own felt like an ugly, broken mess.
“When was the last time you ate?” Barbara asked.
Claire shrugged. “I… I don’t know, I guess in the last day?” As if on cue, her stomach growled. “Yeah, last day, since my body is still acting human.” She had come to notice that if she didn’t eat for a long enough period of time, her magic would switch on to keep her alive. She always felt more tired than usual when that happened, though. Maybe more depressed and anxious, too.
“When was your last period?” Barbara asked.
“Um, like, a week or two before the Eternal Night?” Claire said. “I… I think between the, the torture and the forgetting to eat it just… stopped.”
Barbara pulled out a small flashlight, and then put it back into her lab coat. Since she then began to gently feel around Claire’s head, Barbara must have realized that Claire didn’t have pupils anymore.
“I’m going to start an IV,” Barbara said. “Will you be okay for that?”
Piercing, claws, heart, ripped –
“I should be,” Claire said, blinking away the flashes of memory. “Will you be able to find a vein?”
“Your veins shouldn’t be harder to find than Jim’s,” Barbara said, feeling around Claire’s elbow. “Make a fist?”
Claire looked away but complied.
“Your parents are going to be so happy to see that you’re alive.”
Would they be, when they saw?
Pain, piercing, claws, gold –
“Are you cold? I can go get a blanket,” Barbara said. Claire realized she was trembling, and that there was an IV drip connected to her arm.
“I, I’ll be fine.”
“Do you have a lot of flashbacks from what happened to you, in the Shadow Realm?”
“Y-yeah.”
“You’re safe here,” Barbara said, looking Claire in the eyes. “And even if anyone were to come after you, I keep an enchanted knife on me these days.”
And Claire had her armor, and her magic, and maybe she could fight well enough. She was exhausted, though.
“I’m going to get you something to eat,” Barbara said. Claire realized she must have frowned or did something wrong because Barbara rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, it’s hospital food, not my cooking. The bread shouldn’t upset your stomach.”
Claire was pretty sure she had eaten a jalapeño or two while in the Shadow Realm, but bread was fine. Barbara left the room. Claire was alone, again.
There was noise, though. A lot of noise. Had Earth always been so loud?
Enough time passed for Claire to count forty of the white parts of the triangles in the ground, with the couple times she had restarted twice because she had lost focus because a noise outside had startled her.
Claire heard three sets of footsteps as well as Barbara’s voice.
“She shows some signs of malnourishment, and I’m going to want to run x-rays on her later, to see how well her broken bones healed, and also maybe find a cause to her bad joints,” Barbara said in a hushed tone. The footsteps stopped outside the door. “And, please don’t take this as a formal diagnosis because I’m not a psychiatrist or psychologist, but I think she might have PTSD. She’s really spooked, and she says she often has flashbacks to her trauma.”
The door opened.
Barbara held a small tray of food, but despite her hunger she wasn’t the person Claire focused on.
Claire’s parents looked ecstatic, and then bewildered. And why wouldn’t they be? They were expecting their daughter, not a girl covered in black cracks with white hair and black-and-purple eyes.
Claire couldn’t bring herself to put on her armor, even though surely that would make her parents realize who she was.
“Claire?” her mom asked in a shaking voice. Her mom’s voice never shook. Her dad looked like he was about to cry but was holding himself together for the sake of her mom and Enrique. Enrique, whose hand had been bandaged from where the sorcerer had cut him.
Claire couldn’t bring herself to speak. Couldn’t speak, not really, not with the panic settling in. The muscles in her jaw and neck kept twitching as the left side of her mouth kept trying to move downwards. It wasn’t a frown her face was trying to form, it was a raw expression of pain she knew too well.
She missed them so much, but surely they would leave, now that they knew the truth about her.
Claire gave a slow nod, and that was enough permission for her family to suddenly be close and hugging her.
Suffocated, restrained – no. Claire forced herself to breathe deeply.
She had survived the Shadow Realm.
She was safe. She was home.
She hugged her parents back and began to weep.
She might even get to live.
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A Link Beyond Memory (ch 2/4)
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Fandom: Trollhunters, 3Below
Rating: T (for minor language in future chapters)
Words: 600~
Pairings: Jim/Claire, but not focus
Summary: Shortly after the events of the Eternal Night, memories of a day that never happened somehow resurface in Jim’s mind in his sleep- and upon recalling the friendship he and Aja formed, he decides to pursue that connection again. Slice of life, and kinda a slow burn friendship reunion. A hybrid of prose and chat fic (to be seen in later chapters.)
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Chapter 2: Transit
Transit- The instant when a celestial object crosses the meridian, thus reaching the highest point in the sky.
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T: hhhh miss ya already. tbh i dont know what im supposed to do this summer now ahah
T: i was all looking forward to hangin with you and claire and everyone else in trollmarket and now…
T: i mean i still have aaarrrgghh. and darci and eli too i guess but
T: really starting to wish i came along.
T: i know you said to watch over the town while youre gone and i know thats a good point but honestly i just wanna be with you
T: jim?
T: yoooo ? did u die
T: god i hope not after all the end of the world chaos thatd be really anticlimactic
J: Sorry no I lost signal for a bit!! Miss you too gahhh.
T: pls know if you so much as say the word ill crawl on the first airplane i can find and launch myself directly at your face
T: jim liSTEN jim im not even kidding
T: screw arcadia
T: if you need me im there
J: Omg I’ll defo keep that in mind
T: ..jk dont screw arcadia tho i love this place. also its already screwed enough at this point so
T: hey but you think merlin could make me another warhammer for my growing arsenal?
J: Yeah I think he could be easily convinced.
J: He’s kinda sucking up to me now hahah
J: He already made Claire a sorta necklace amulet to store her armor so a magic hammer should be no problem
T: awesomesauceee
J: Any particular reason lol?
T: i dunno i just think itd look wicked cool to double wield, like general orzan from gun robot three. also lets be real after all the crap he put us through we deserve S W A G
J: I’ll ask tomorrow. Hey quick Q for you though
J: Well okay not exactly quick
J: It’s actually a long story but-
T: ye?
J: Do you happen to have Aja’s number or anything?
J: We took her and her bro down to the Janus Order, lightning in a bottle, remember her?
T: ye i know- lively! and uhhh don’t think i do? havent really talked to them since why
J: I get the strangest sense we’re supposed to know them more than we do. Had a really weird dream but it felt more like a lost memory. Think it’s an amulet thing, like that alternate timeline it made me live through once?
T: huh funky
J: Also supposedly according to the dream/memory both Aja and Krel are… not from Earth?
T: dude no offense but are you sure it wasnt just a normal dream
J: Seriously.?
J: Merlin turned me into a fucking TROLL and aliens are where you decide to draw the line
T: okay yknow thats fair
T: i take that back
T: okay so,, aja and krel are MAYBE aliens. got that. go onnn
J: What I saw honestly felt so real, I swear. It was two weeks ago, at the science fair. We were fighting a troll in the planetarium with them, and the troll kept combining magic with some alien tech, which kept reversing everyone back to the beginning of the day, like a time loop or something. But I could remember everything bc of the amulet. Aja remembered bc of some energy shield she had. We lived through the same day almost a dozen times.
T: whoa…
J: And get this- in some of those loops we even went to their house and got to look around inside their spaceship! But none of us are supposed to recall any of it bc technically the entire day never happened? It’s how we defeated the troll, that bit’s a little fuzzy. A lot of technobabble sorry.
T: goddd out of all the days to forget huh
J: Right??
J: I guess… if she remembered all of this before I’m kinda curious if she still remembers now too. If it really happened. We were friends in that memory. It’d be nice to maybe get to know her again, y’know?
T: okay you’re prob gonna hate me for suggesting this but i THINK steve has her number
T: bc i was talking to darci and she said that mary told her that aja and steve are like, a thing now
T: a Thing thing
T: i believe her exact words were ‘staja’ ?
J: Oh my god how’d that happen is he even capable of proper flirting
T: well if shes an alien like you think then maybe she doesn’t know what human flirting looks like
J: Haha maybe indeed. I’ll go talk to him thanks
J: G’night Tobes love ya
T: night buddy <3
(my notes from ao3:)
Admission, I had far too much fun with the text format. I've never attempted anything like it, but I especially wanted to create unique "character voices" that extended into the way they each type- which was a cool challenge.
I imagined Toby as the sort of person who types out his thoughts far too quickly to care about punctuation, and IMO if Trollhunters was set just a year later (I generally just imagine it all set in 2016) he'd be keymashing. Jim is more of a full sentence type of guy who never turned off auto capitalization.
ALSO, a note on the contact photos- (Jim's which I directly took from a screenshot from Claire's phone, and Toby's which I edited from some 2D concept art)- That's the photo Jim uses for Toby's contact, and I imagine there's probably some inside joke where Jim took a really derpy photo of him at one point and they laughed so hard about it that he immortalized it as his contact. Jim's personal contact photo is... well, as this all takes place post s3 of course, a rather sad reminder of his loss of humanity. He can't bother himself to change it currently.
Future chapters will likely be a mix of text AND prose, instead of one or the other. Hope you enjoyed!
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Undertale - Cold Bones
Undertale © Toby Fox
There was an odd silence in the Royal Scientist’s lab, moreso than usual. It was normally a hub of activity with beakers bubbling with the latest concoctions and machines of undescriptive properties humming and clanging away in the background. Today there was none of this hubbub, leaving the lab silent as the grave.
“Ay, bro, we’ve not been fed in a while. Let’s go grab some grub,” a small, chubby skeleton said to a smaller, thinner skeleton. Sans was the elder brother to Papyrus, ages seven and four respectively. Sans reached into the playpen and lifted out his fussy little sibling. “Don’t worry, I know where the kitchen is, it’s never locked.”
“COOKIES!”
“Yeah. I’ll get the cookie jar for ya.”
“YAY!”
The trek from the children’s room to the kitchen felt like forever to these babybones, but they made it!
Sans set Papyrus down into a dining chair with the use of blue magic and began raiding the cupboards for food. A plate of cookies for Papyrus and a bottle of ketchup for himself. The cookies were devoured and crumbs were all over the floor in seconds. Sans chuckled and chugged the ketchup lazily. “C’mon, Paps, let’s find G.”
“DADA!”
“Yep.”
Papyrus clambered off the chair and ran off ahead of his brother ambling along behind, his excited giggles echoing across the sterile hallways, bursting a new lease of life into the laboratory.
Doctor W. D. Gaster, genius, royal scientist and father of two was unable to move. This was the worst! He had projects to work on! He needed to present a report to the King and Queen in two days and he hasn’t even started it! His boys needed looking after and he could not hire a babysitter in this predicament! Oh why did he have to get ill?!
(TAP-TAP) “Knock-knock.”
“SANS?” Why was his son here?
“No. That isn’t how you do the joke, G.”
“YOU MAY ENTER.”
As soon as the door creaked open to his little bedroom, he was assaulted by his youngest boy, “OOF!”
“PAPA STOP BEIN’ A LAZYBONES LIKE SANS.”
“Hey, I got you cookies. Rude.”
Gaster groaned. “COOKIES ARE NOT A HEALTHY MEAL FOR GROWING BONES.”
“SANS DRANK ALL THE KETCHUP!”
“Nuh-uh.” The eldest brother held up a half-full bottle of ketchup. “Not finished it all yet.”
If this monster could facepalm he would. Children. “FORGIVE ME FOR BEING UNABLE TO ASSIST YOU BOTH. I HAVE BECOME ILL.”
Papyrus gasped and clasped his little hands on his father’s cheekbones. “I’LL KISS YOU BETTER!”
“WHAT?” Suddenly his son was smooching his forehead. Well, what could pass for smooching from a skeleton. It was over as quickly as it started leaving a baffled scientist in his wake.
“ALL BETTER, PAPA?”
“UH…”
“Tsk. He needs soup, bro.”
“I’LL GET IT!” Nyoom! Papyrus was sprinting into the kitchen in no time on his little, stubby legs.
Now alone with his father, Sans placed his hands in his pocket and glanced over his sickly parent. “You look gross.”
“BOY…”
“Want me to get you some meds?”
“NO. THIS WILL PASS IN NO TIME. I WANT YOU BOYS TO VISIT MY FRIEND GRILLBY. HE WILL CARE FOR YOU UNTIL I AM HEALTHY AGAIN.”
Sans looked away uncertainly. “Naw, I’m good here. I can take care of me and Papyrus.”
“SANS.”
“And you! It’ll be easy.”
“I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT BUT YOU ARE ONLY SEVEN. A CHILD MUST BE CARED FOR BY A BABYSITTER IF THEIR PARENT/GUARDIAN IS INCAPABLE.”
Sans blinked dumbly. “I got this, G, you relax.”
The doctor of science sweatdropped. This could not end well.
Footsteps charged back into the bedroom and a metal can was thrust in his face followed immediately by the weight of his youngest boy on his chest. “I GOT SOUP, PAPA!”
“THANK YOU, PAPYRUS.”
A happy squeal was his reward. “EAT IT!”
“PAPYRUS, THANK YOU, BUT THIS HAS NOT BEEN PREPARED PROPERLY..”
“I GOTS YOU TOMATO SOUP!”
“That’s my fave soup, bro.”
“NO KIDDING!”
Gaster sighed. His boys were his greatest achievement. They were kind and magically strong but had a lot of development to do. Needless to say, he did not get any food that evening but he was happy that his children had eaten something.
Later on that evening Gaster received a call from his fire elemental friend Grillby whom was able to lend a much-needed helping hand around the lab.
Grillby wasn’t too impressed when Sans and Papyrus tried to grill hot dogs and marshmallows on his head whilst Gaster sneezed up a storm.
A FanFic I wrote on the 27th August 2018.
Written for @tiny-scientists
Please do not repost, modify, resell or claim this work as your own.
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I posted 58 times in 2021
39 posts created (67%)
19 posts reblogged (33%)
For every post I created, I reblogged 0.5 posts.
I added 63 tags in 2021
#creepypasta - 19 posts
#submission - 8 posts
#masky - 7 posts
#jeff the killer - 6 posts
#laughing jack - 5 posts
#ticci toby - 4 posts
#hoodie - 4 posts
#ben drowned - 4 posts
#nina the killer - 3 posts
#jane the killer - 3 posts
Longest Tag: 62 characters
#creepypasta jeffthekiller bendrowned laughingjack masky hoodie
My Top Posts in 2021
#5
Want some cocaine?
Jeff: “hell yeah, you got any?”
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#4
To Jeff, if you to kill any proxy, who would it be?
Jeff: "Toby, because he never shuts up and has those dumb twitches that make him throw shit and he's overall fucking annoying as hell"
6 notes • Posted 2021-12-12 17:10:33 GMT
#3
To all, Will you give me a hug?
Jeff: "Do I look like the type to just hug people? No."
Jane: "Hmm...I would have to think about it, since I don't know you..."
BEN: "Alright, sure. Maybe after, I could kick your ass in Mario Kart!"
LJ: "Sure, why not?"
Masky: "No, I don't know you"
Hoodie: "Hmm, sure! I don't see why not!"
Toby: "s-ure, if y-you really w-ant to..."
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#2
to all: whats ur favourite food?
Jeff: "Hmm...anything stabbable!"
Jane: "I don't really have one..."
Liu: "Toast, if I had to pick one."
LJ: "My own candy. It's all I physically can eat."
Masky: "Do cigarettes count?"
Hoodie: "I'm not sure..."
Toby: "I h-ate to admit it, but wa-ffles are pretty good...I'm not ob-sessed or a-anything though!"
Sally: "Hmm...anything sweet, probably!"
Clockwork: "Pasta, mostly spaghetti."
Nina: "Anything that Jeffy likes!"
EJ: "Kidneys, but any meat is okay."
38 notes • Posted 2021-12-12 17:08:56 GMT
#1
Pretend it opposite day what do the pastas do to confuse the people who don't know :)
Jeff: "Act like a nice person for the day."
Jane: "Act like I like Jeff and don't want him at gunpoint for the day."
Liu: "Act like I hate my brother and try to get Sully to pretend he likes him for the day."
Nina: "Act like Jane for the day...it would be hard though, since I love Jeffy too much!"
LJ: "Hmm...I guess act like I don't hate and want to kill children for the day...or that I hate candy"
BEN: "Act like I hate Mario Kart for the day."
Masky: "Not smoke for the day."
Hoodie: "Not steal anyone's things for fun for the day."
Toby: "Well I c-an't not tic for the d-ay, so I'm n-ot sure what I'd d-o...I guess not k-ill..."
Sally: "Be mean for a day, but I would apologize after!"
EJ: "Not eat kidneys for a day."
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tagged by @malebreasts 😏
why did you choose your url?
ive loved paleontology for longer than i can remember lmao and sue the t rex owns my heart :]
any side blogs?
yeah!! ive got an interest/general art blog over at @kamatakun and an aes blog at @wherememoriessleep and a secret evil 3rd sideblog that if every anyone outside of close friends found id be hunted for sport smiles
how long have you been on tumblr?
ummm i think around january 2018?? ive moved blogs twice since then (this being my 3rd blog heehee)
do you have a queue tag?
nah. unless its art i finished at like 1 am but even then all ill tag it as is “queue”. i rb freely and whenever i open this damn app
why did you start your blog in the first place?
first one ever? because my friend pressured me too as i had literally No social media at all (and she was on tumblr). 2nd one i ran an ask blog and wanted to interact with ppl via that so i remade and made it my main and its since turned into a gen fnaf blog @ashspizzeria and this blog? i just wanted a way to interact with everyone outside of a fnaf blog :)
why did you choose your icon?
i needed an icon that wasnt tubbo (cuz toby was like ‘youre insane’) and i decided sue was good cuz 🦖
why did you choose your header?
sue :)
what’s your post with the most notes?
sighs. its on kamatakun but its avpol marry a man monday (with 2k+ notes) from when i was a jojo fan. its not even my video i stole it off twitter lol
how many mutuals do you have?
like 5 cuz i remade <3 i have a good few more over on my fnaf blog tho
how many followers do you have?
6 here and 88 on kamatakun
how many people do you follow?
197 😏
have you ever made a shitpost?
back on ashspizzeria i made. so many. i started a trend once too cuz of it lol. oh yeah and boss baby is one of my greater shitposts
how often do you use tumblr each day?
between 1-2 hours probably now that schools out 4 me lol
did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? who won?
i once harassed this one douche for interacting with one of my friends posts that were vent/personal posts that are tagged like “dont interact” and asked him to apologize and he never did lol. i spent 40 or so minutes doing that til he blocked. ive never really had any true arguments i dont think. id love to though i live causing problems
how do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?
i dont like them. for my sake and others really
which one of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
idk if i have any like *super* famous mutuals? im mutuals with vsemily on my fnaf blog so i think thats kinda epic
do i have a crush on a mutual?
no cuz i was cut off from just about everyone in my core friend group and now only have 3 mutuals <3
tagging!!
idk if ill tag anyone cuz nero tagged most of the ppl i know anyway but!! feel free to do this if youd like
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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻
repost, don’t reblog !
𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !
FULL NAME. Nick Monroe
NICKNAME. Nicky, blondie, “get out that pun was awful.”
GENDER. Genderqueer trans guy
HEIGHT. 6′3″
AGE. 42
ZODIAC. Scorpio-Sagittarius cusp
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, ASL and PSE, and if the right memories or feelings are triggered a muted form of the gift of tongues which leads to a variety of languages he half knows.
𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !
HAIR COLOR. Blond
EYE COLOR. Blue
SKIN TONE. Fair
BODY TYPE. Tall, broad, a mix of semi-muscular and thicc. It does fluctuated depending on his mental state, but currently he’s a healthy type of thicc and tall. Low-key, but high key great hips, legs, and butt. ;))
VOICE. Just imagine Mark P’s voice. That’s the closest approximation in my head. Not exactly, but almost exactly. Nick’s voice is just a little softer than his .
DOMINANT HAND. Technically he doesn’t have a dominant hand. He’s ambidextrous naturally, so he can use both hands near equally well. But for the sake of ease and convenience, he’s taken to using his right hand. But if he broke his right hand he could easily use his left with very little issue and practice to be legible with it.
POSTURE. His posture is casual. He tends to do a bit of slouching. But the thing to note is it’s because he works in a tattoo shop as an artist. he does a lot of leaning over. He finds it a little difficult to stay in proper posture. Lots of back pain and slouching. But he uses it pretty well and keeps it casual and not sloppy when possible.
SCARS. Very noticeable burn-like lucifer scars on his face and neck, and in patches in other places on him, faded top surgery scars, stab and drag scar on his lower right abdomen, faded self destructive scars on his thighs, and faded stretch marks from having a baby on his hips and such.
TATTOOS. Tattoo of a snake wrapping up his left arm (looks a little like this if I had to pick a size and style comparison, Nick’s is a tiny bit smaller and has some blue color in it, but it’s close X), Alligator thing on his left shoulder (can be compared to this in aesthetic X), a tiny cross tattoo on his right index finger ( X ), this on his left palm ( X ), floral half sleeve on his right arm from his shoulder to his elbow (kinda like this X), 2 carnations on his right shoulder with Sarah and Toby’s name and birth and death years as a tribute to them, anti-possession on his left ankle in blacklight ink. A bouquet of sunflowers up his right calve, actually an undecided leg sleeve on his right leg in general too, undecided sternum tattoo, others in various places I haven’t decided yet. But he’s a tattoo artist, so he’s pretty covered.
**note that most of these tattoos aren’t exactly what his look like, they are just the comparisons as close as I can imagine them as someone who can’t draw.
BIRTHMARKS. None.
MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Tall so like,,, legs for days, very visible burn-like scars on his face, nice eyes, if he’s in a short sleeve shirt and no jacket, tattoos on his arms.
𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !
PLACE OF BIRTH. Baltimore, MD
HOMETOWN. Somewhere in Maryland.
SIBLINGS. Three. Technically. Eden Monroe (eldest sister), Lacey Monroe (Older sister), Elijah Harrison (half brother of the same age) [technically all his siblings are half siblings, but he considers his sisters just his sisters regardless of the half. that’s a headcanon for another day.]
PARENTS. Aria Monroe (mom), Robert Monroe (father), Scott Harrison (biological father)
𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !
OCCUPATION. Tattoo Artist who owns his shop. It’s called INKredible.
CURRENT RESIDENCE. Interaction dependent. But default he’s in New Haven, CT
CLOSE FRIENDS. Maya Becker, Kennie Rhodes, Chev, and his tattoo shop co-workers.
RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Default single, but verse and interaction dependent.
FINANCIAL STATUS. He’s doin’ alright. He can pay his bills and still have a little fun.
DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yeah. He has a blue Kia Forte
VICES. He’s an alcoholic, but he’s currently on a sober streak, he’s cool with casual weed. It helps him sleep, he also has an on and off bad relationship with sex that he’s working on it. He’s hypersexual and in a bad mental state this can be very visible, so take what you will from that.
𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual. Queer.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Switch
LIBIDO. High
TURN ON’S. A sense of humor, someone willing to play his games, but in bed laughing, holding his hands, playfulness, biting, roleplaying, sweet or dirty talk depending on atmosphere, confidence, communication.
TURN OFF’S. Disrespect, refusal to communicate wants and needs, bigotry, abuse, intense pain.
LOVE LANGUAGE. Physical touch, and verbal assurances
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Respectful, communicative, affectionate. His general past is being casual. He’s not jealous. In fact if you communicate things to him, he’s an extREMELY OPEN PERSON. But if he’s in a strong relationship he’s very loyal. And he will love you with all of him.
𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !
CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons
HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Drawing, spending time with friends, watching medical dramas and sci-fi series.
MENTAL ILLNESSES. PTSD, Dissociative Identity Disorder, ADHD, Depression
PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. Nut allergy, various phantom pains that he pretends isn’t there, but also Meniere’s Disease.
PHOBIAS. Deep cold, the devil, god, butterflies, the dark, losing himself, losing control, losing people he loves, being a disappointment, finding out that nothing is real, deep water, too much blood where it shouldn’t be.
SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. Outwardly probably a solid 7-10 depending on the day. Inwardly probably closer to a 6 on bad days. He’s very good at putting up a mask of overconfidence. He is healing and having a more solid 7 confidence for real. But it’s taking time.
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dude can you like put another tag with the for toby thing because i haven't checked it for a while and i wanna reblog it but i'm on mobile so like i can't do it online rip
yeah lol i havent tagged anything in there for awhile but ill start up soon!
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