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The Suit.

(( I realised, while writing, that this would explode peoples Dashes. So I put a read-more into place for those that wish to read it all. It is .. pretty much a Shortstory at this point. Read at your own discretion. Thank you very much. <3 ))

Back home from their latest trip toward the cold of Snowdin, Charly peeled off the gloves off of their fingers, followed by the winter coat. It was rare that she came around to an idea in the middle of the day, but she was too obsessed about her work to just make note of it and complete it just the following day. Looking to a cluster of spiders that had accumulated to greet her home, she smiled softly. “Could you guys do me a favor and make me some tea and bring it into the shop? I have work to do. Maybe a Sandwich as well. That would be great.”

A large part of the spiders ran off, going to get Charly what she had asked for. Kicking off her shoes, she stretched her foes with a slight sigh. This would be a long night. 

Heading off into her Workroom, she looked around the shelves, the heavy bales of cloth, sorted by color and materials, miles of yarns, wool and thread, sorted on spindles. Rolling of lengths of the materials respectively, she ran her fingers across them, trying to find the right one, the one that fit her needs. But none of them really seemed to fit her idea. 

Grabbing the polished silver scissors from the table, she began to spin them slowly on one finger, while staring down the mountain of selection that just wouldn’t serve. None of this was the right thing. Looking behind her, she just looked at the tall spindles, filled with fine white thread. thin as a hair. Running her fingers across the spooled up length of silk, she sighed. This would indeed become a very long night.

Going back to her table, she grabbed a huge sheet of brown paper, laying it out across the work surface. No measurements taken.. This would be odd. Closing her eyes she just span the pencil in one hand, before looking back at the paper. Slowly but surely, she began to sketch out a humanoid shape. Repeatedly pausing for a moment, to recall her subject better, she occasionally crumpled the entire sheet up, redrawing it, over and over until she seemed happy with the result. 

Looking around at the huge clumps of roughly balled up paper, she sighed. Time for the first cleanup. Grabbing the trash, she began to stuff it into a bag, throwing that same bag into a corner of the room. Turning back to her finalized sketch, she rolled the paper up and hung it up in front of her Cloth-Collection. Eyeing the gentleman facing her she tilted her head slightly. “You would probably appreciate the irony of being recreated on paper .. With pencil..” 

Chuckling at the joke she made to nobody but herself, she turned back to her collection of spider silk. It was all just in thread. None of it in cloth. So the next step was to make the proper cloth.. And it was also uncolored, naturally snow white with a faint blue hue to it. Lifting a series of huge spindles filled with the thread, she cracked the knuckles of her hand pairs in series. Running her hands across the materials once more, she let some magic flow from within herself into the fine strands. 

Slowly humming to herself, she began to direct the threads off of the spools. Soft motions of her hands, as if conducting an orchestra, the strands followed the motions, slowly moving through the air, layering into a complex weave. After minutes the fine weave started to slowly resemble a width of material, growing downward. After an hour, it was almost enough to, but Charly could also feel the drain. It cost focus and energy to uphold any magic for this long. Still, she forced herself through the last bit. Raising one hand to cut the loose ends off of the sheet with the sharp scissors, she gave a deep sigh of relief, catching the lengths of cloths with her middle arm pair, carrying it over to the worktable.

A look went to the cold tea and the slightly crumpled Sandwich that had been made for her. Smiling she grabbed both cup and plate anyways, carrying them with, as she dragged a chair, to sit down in front of the life-sized drawing. Taking a bite out of the sandwich, she eyed the tall and slender person, drawn out. “You know .. I still don’t quite get you. I understand you are not every Ink. But the amount of times people say bad things about your kind..”

Sipping from the cold tea she slightly frowned, at how bitter it was, but she was not going to complain. It was her own fault it had gotten so bitter. “It is really hard to trust the lion that it won’t eat you, just because you asked it nicely. Hell, it’s even harder when you feed the lion and know it’s love for red, bloody meat..”

Thinking back to her small shouting contest with the plant, she smirked a little. Taking the last bite of her sandwich, she followed it with the rest of the tea, feeling the magic of both refilling her capacities at least somewhat. One washing of her hands later, she eyes the huge sheet of white cloth before her. Trimming a section off, she carried the reserved piece off to one side. “You would look fancy in white. But I think it would also make you seem very pale..” Opening a cabinet, she pulled out two small cans, made out of a silvery smooth metal. 

Walking back to the main sheet of cloth, she eyed it intently, before raising one of the small cans over the material. “What is the saying again .. You do so much look better in black?” A single drop of a black fluid dripped from the spout of the little container onto the cloth, spreading immediately across the web of strands, it dyed the cloth within seconds into a deep black, that seemed to swallow the light hitting it, making it hard to even just make out the folds that were in it.

Setting the can back into it’s shelf, she repeated the process for the second sheet, but this time, it was dyed in the deep blood red, that was ever so fitting to the soon-to-be Owner of the suit. Taking a few steps back - after stowing the second can away as well - she looked over to the drawn out sketch again. “Red and Black are your colors, after all, wouldn’t you agree?” 

Her eyes glanced to a clock mounted on the wall. At this point she was already hours in the progress, and the soft ticking of the clock did not do much to distract her from the silence that filled the room. Leaving her workplace for a moment, she walked off into her private rooms, picking up a heavy ledger there, to carry off into her work area. Setting it onto the floor, she flicked through the pages, that were filled with sheet music, seemingly glued onto the actual pages of the book, to keep them organised.

Reaching what she had in mind, she gave the page a soft touch, followed by the soft sound of music, starting to swell up, drowning out the silence of the room with the gentle sound of strings, flutes and horns of different sources.  (( https://youtu.be/rOjHhS5MtvA?t=1m45s For reference ))

More satisfied now by the sound of music filling the room, she went back to work. Using the drawing to reconfirm her measurements, Charlotte began with the red cloth, carefully trimming segments out of it, cutting the parts out of it, almost following the soft rhythm of the music as she did so. Music made it easier, made time vanish and replaced it with the ongoing melody. Time did not play a role anymore for this work. 

Occasionally she paused for a few seconds, whenever the song started to swell up, leaning her head back a bit, just listening, smiling. But quickly there after, she went back to work, laying out the pieces of blood red cloth in the way they were to be constructed. Slowly, piece by piece, she had all the parts needed to make the dress shirt. The first part to the suit that would be made. Carrying the segments with her to the sewing machine she began to remove the common thread in it, with some of the fine thread that had made the cloth in the first place. 

Minutes went by, as the machine tirelessly set stitch after stitch, guided by the hands of Charlotte. And soon enough, the segments came together into one piece. Thin, lightweight. Imbued to their very core with the magic that had created the thread in the first place. Finding the correct buttons alone took her the better half of another hour, before finally settling on black mother of pearl. 

Folding up the shirt, it was put to rest off to one side, before the black cloth followed. The silver metal cutting swiftly though the fine threads, severing piece after piece out of the sheet Setting the segments aside, sorted by where there were meant to go, Vest, Trousers, Jacket ... The Music kept hiding the bitter truth of time, but on the surface, Dawn would slowly start pushing away the black of night, banishing it back with the first rays of sunlight, as the sky god bathed in blood red. A truly appropriate morning for the target of her work.

Yet still, there was no pausing from her, no halting. The only breaks when she had to fit pieces together or when trying to find the perfect segment of cloth for the next piece. Hours of cutting, the early morning had long caught up to her, she began setting the stitches into the black cloth. Noon quickly followed it, only indicated by the rumbling of her stomach, aching for some food. 

Forced to pause another time, the spiders that worked for her brought her some food and some tea, while she affixed the parts she had finished to a tailor’s dummy - one of the few in the underground that were neither possessed, nor sentient. Sitting back down onto the chair that was still in front of her drawing, she just stared at the clothing she had created over the past hours. Slight dark shadows on the pale skin under the main eye pair betrayed her exhaustion to a degree. But it was not done yet. 

“You had better appreciate this, weirdo..” She looked out of the corners of her eyes to the sketched out person. “I should stop talking to a drawing ... I already am looking insane enough as it stands.” Taking a deep breath, she welcomes the hot tea that was brought to her, and the plate that was filled with some leftovers from the day before. Rice, vegetables, some chicken. Nothing special, but warm food was just the right thing for her right now. Sipping from the tea she nodded slowly. “Let’s finish this..” 

Jumping back to her feet, she stretched out, leaning to either side, flexing each arm pair in sequence to shake the stiffness from her muscles. Going back to work, she took the unfinished parts off of the dummy again, just to complete them, then re-add them to the dummy itself. Piece by piece, the suit came together. Even small details like a proper dress handkerchief were made and then put in place. A slim tie in jet black tied around the collar. The only part that was not made by her for this suit special where the buttons and the belt. Everything else came together piece by piece, until the Mannequin stood before her drained self. Even without it’s owner in it, it had character. The magic inside it made it more durable then one would think. 

Running her fingers over the cloth, she pulled the collars straight, the tie and vest. The insides of the suit jacket covered with the same blood red cloth of the shirt, the vest perfectly trimmed to sit over the shirt, ending just over the belt line. Giving it one last look, she nodded satisfied.

✱ “Gentleman’s Armor” - Armor DF 20 ✱ Made to fit none but it’s Owner.  ✱ Truly, as suit to be remembered by.

“That will do..” Looking back at the drawing of the owner she smirked slightly, tearing the sheet off it’s hooks, just to ball it up between her hands, throwing it into the trash with the others, wiping her hands. No more need for that.

A shower and a change of clothes later, she had the suit with her, carried on two arms, each part neatly folded out so it wouldn’t crinkle up. Another hand carrying a small paper bag. It took her a while to get out here, to the place they had met, but still, she had walked here more then once. So when she took her last turn through the soft darkness of Waterfall, ending before a familiar flower on the ground she smiled slightly. 

Grabbing into the bag she carried, she took out the raw Steak, removing it’s wrapping of waxed paper, just to lay it on the petals of the flower, so it could enjoy the snack. “Now, once you are done with that, @besmirched, I would love to give you this.” Raising the carefully wrapped up pieces of the suit, she indicated them to the Flower. “If you are not too busy, that is.”

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"No. But what are you most afraid of?" The anon attempts to bop the spider on the head once again.

They just clench their jaws slightly as they are being bonked again, staring at the Nonnie for a few seconds, before she just scoffs and shakes her head. “Just leave. I am not going to waste a response on someone trying to provoke me.”

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I just cut my thumb on a butterknife .. How the heck did I cut my finger on a BUTTERKNIFE …

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The Anons attempts to bop the spider on the head with a colorful, squeaky toy hammer.

She just stares with a slightly displeased expression growing on her features. “Okay? .. What do you want. Is this about my Special Attack again? Because I will still not show you.”

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The anons attempts to poke the spider!

Charly just turns slightly to face the Nonnie. 

“Yes, how can I help you?”

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The little spider he showed his ‘magic trick’ to watched him curiously, just to then feint as he performed it, with a few other spiders immediately running over to fan them with a tiny towel and get them back to it. Seemingly they were very shocked by him just ripping of parts of his body.

When he mentioned an Ink though, she slowed her work a bit, nodding slowly, listening more attentively to him. Though when he changed topic, she just picked up her pace again, working on. “All food down here is magical. And if you are looking for candy or pastries, you should seek out Lady Muffet. She is the one with the talent for bakery afterall.” Giving him a smile, Charly just shrugged.

“What food I make depends on my mood and how much time I am willing to invest. Sometimes I will make a large roast, that will then serve me for a few days, other times I just make some Sandwiches and that is that. Often times I work until it is late, because I want to finish a project and I will just get some leftover out of the fridge, and other times, I will dedicate my day-off to just preparing food for the week, if I know it is going to be busy.”

A Closed Starter for Charly-the-Spider!

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Pulling the coat further over her shoulders for the moment, she slowly began walking so that James would be able to catch up without any problems. 

“Well I work as a Tailor .. Or Seamstress .. I have heard to many different terms over the years, really what it comes down to is that I make clothing. From winter jackets, over fitted suits to astonishingly heavy ballgowns. And the whole pricken thing .. I think it’s less that I don’t do it anymore. You just develop a certain tolerance to when it happens and usually I just have a thimble that will prevent the worst when I am sewing by hand.”

“I also managed to get my hands on a human artifact that makes sewing a lot easier. It took a while to get it to run on magic, but it does by now, which is really nice. That made my job go alot smoother, really. It took me a while to figure out how it works, but it’s getting there.” For a moment her attention seemed to drift off, as if she just though of something, before she shook her head again.

“I am sorry, I just remembered someone and something I should make for them. Anyways. Scientists assistant sounds like quite the interesting job as well, though. And much less murdery, really. Which I can appreciate.”

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Concerning his break up of what part of the Underground would kill him in turn, she just smirked lightly, nodding. “Well, it does make sense. If I was covered in inch-thick fur, I too would be too hot over there, but alas ..” Raising one hand, she pulled the glove of her fingers, stretching them a bit in front if him. “No fur, no fuzz. Only very easily freezable Spider.” 

Chuckling she put the glove back over her fingers, flexing them for a moment so the glove would sit right again. “So former Royal Guard then? I can understand the notion of not wanting to hunt down humans for a living. It is a very ugly business after all.” 

Pulling his coat further over her shoulders she looked around. “Well, I have no better plans, and that is back in the direction of my place anyways. I still have a dress to work on and probably shouldn’t stand around here too long, before I get a chill and grow sick. So would you mind if I accompanied you along your way?”

[James chuckles in unison with Charly at her little quip]

* Yup, I was trained by Captain Undyne, and that was actually pretty fun, but when she made me kill a human, my conscience wouldn’t allow me to stay in the guard for another day. She does understand why I left, thankfully…

* Sure, you can come with me, it’d be a lot more fun that way and a lot less boring too. I always appreciate the company, it gets lonely traveling by yourself, I’m sure you can understand, right?

* So you work on dresses? Sounds like an interesting job, have you ever accidentally pricked yourself with your needle? Every time I try to even attempt to sew, I end up with at least 2 or 3 bandages on each hand, even though I wear these relatively thick gloves. If you’re wondering about my job, I’m the assistant to a scientist and I pretty much travel around to gather different materials or tools that they need to continue with an experiment.

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C'mon. Your mother can't be that bad. Maybe you're overly exaggerating a little? What has she done?

Charly just clenched her jaws for a moment, scowling still at the Nonnie, before shaking her head. Turning around she just walked off, seemingly not willing to get into that whole topic. Or at least not at this point in time.

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Mothers knows best, but I guess you have the right to present yourself however you like.

The forced smile vanished entirely again, leaving her with an expression as if she had just been deeply insulted. “My mother does not know best. Quite far from the best. She’d be hard pressed to try and be an okay Monster. When people speak of ancient evils, best left undisturbed, they are talking about my mother. With a bit of luck she will soon break down to Dust and I can get to the duty of making sure her Dust gets scattered over the things she loved, which would probably be a portrait of herself..”

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER CAN POTENTIALLY

MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

– BASICS.

• NAME:  SleepyMun, Panda or Matt. All work fine for me. • PRONOUNS:   He/Him •  SEXUALITY:   Somewhere between Asexual and Demisexual.  •  TAKEN OR SINGLE:   Single

– THREE FACTS.

I once worked as a kindergarden teacher and have a degree that would allow me to work as a primary school teacher. Yet, I work in IT.

I got the Nickname of Panda years back, because I am tall, notoriously pale, have dark rings under my eyes, am tall and overweight, causeing people to say I looked like a Panda.

I did Judo for many years, till I had an accident during a tournament, basically permanently messing up my left arm and shoulder, causeing me to have to drop the sport.

– EXPERIENCE.

•   HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I started when I was about 11 with some Harry Potter Fan-RP and about a year later I got into TableTop RPG’s with Shadowrun. So all in all it’s been about 16 years now.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  Plenty Chatrooms, tumblr, Forums, physical tables, Roll20, .. Mayn places, really.

– MUSE PREFERENCES.

•   FEMALE OR MALE: I tend to RP whatever Muse comes to me. Be it Male or Female. •   FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT:  I love Fluff and Angst, but Smut only happens rarely. I have no problem with Smut, I just like it to happen due to Muses getting to that point in a relationship, not because the muns decided they are going to touch butts. •   PLOTS OR MEMES:  Really, whichever works. I love writing and both ways allow me to do that. •   LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I tend to go long/medium for Plots, Medium to Short for Memes. I will occasionally write a lot for a Meme too, it just depends on the situation and my RP-Partner, really. •   BEST TIME TO WRITE: Differs. My sleepschedule is whimsical. •   ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S):  In parts. All Muses inherit a part of me, sometimes the good, sometimes the bad. There is not Muse that is Me, but there is plenty of Me in my Muses.

TAGGED BY: @seventhmaiden (Follow them, they are a good Bean)

Tagging: Whoever feels like picking it up. I like to let people have the choice and not need to feel bad if they don’t want to do it!

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I really like your hair! Did your family do it or you?

Charly just gave a slight scowl at the mention of her family, before she took a breath and shook her head, forcing a smile back on their face. “No, the short hair is due to me wanting short hair. If it was after my mother I’d still have the atrociously heavy braid that she liked to force upon me.”

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💰- Do you have a summer job?

💰- Do you have a summer job?

“Well I run my own business, ever since I left my home. So .. I do still work in summer, but I never had what would fit the definition of a Summer-Job.”

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🍦- Ice cream or popsicles? 👗- Typical summer outfit? 🕶- Hats or sunglasses?👒- Beach or pool?

🍦- Ice cream or popsicles? “I prefer icecream. I wouldn’t turn away a popsicle if I was offered one, but icecream has a slight lead over the Popsicle to me.”

👗- Typical summer outfit? “Hmm I am not usually a dress person anymore, but I do enjoy a nice summerdress when it gets too warm. Or when I am just way to hot and don’t have to bother seeing people? Shorts and a tanktop. I am a Spider of simple dresscode.”

🕶- Hats or sunglasses?“Hats. Ever tried to wear sunglasses for this many eyes? They are nightmarishly heavy..”

👒- Beach or pool? ‘”Pool. I don’t like murky waters that I can’t see into. I just don’t like not seeing where I am.”

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(Summer Meme) Do you like the heat?

☀️- Do you like the heat? “Heat and me get along okay. I prefer it to be cold, since I can always make it warmer, but when it gets hot .. there is not much that you can do about it but suffer through it and hope that it ends. Then again, I grew up in Hotland. I have quite the tolerance to dry heat. Really, Humid-Heat is the tough stuff.”

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Summer Asks

☀️- Do you like the heat? 🌟- Summer days or summer nights? 💛- Have you had a summer fling? ⛈- Stormy or sunny days? 🏝- Are you going on vacation? 💰- Do you have a summer job? 🌅- Can you swim? 🎇- Do you like fireworks? 🍦- Ice cream or popsicles? 🍨- Favorite ice cream? 🌭- Favorite summer food? 👗- Typical summer outfit? 🕶- Hats or sunglasses? 👒- Beach or pool? 🐥- Favorite summer movie? 🎠- Dream vacation? 🌊- Lake or ocean? 🎫- Ever been to a summer concert?

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Pretty please with sugar on top?

“ … “ They just stare at the anon, without speaking a word.

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Show us your special attack!!!

“No.” Charly just shakes her head and crosses all three arm pairs. “Fighting is not for fun.”