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Mutt/Reader Fight

It had been a while since your last spar with Regal. A while since you felt the sting of a landing blow on your back or a hit on your leg. Back to the normal house cleaning, the normal food making, the normal; well everything. Back to being emotionless, back to just … annoying Mutt. 

Oh you loved; secretly of course, to annoy the hell out of him. How dare he collar you and then just ditch you here. Not that you’d tell him this, not that you’d show him this emotion. No, let him suffer with every twitch, scowl, and deadpan of unamusement he gives you as you call him “Master”. Hell, even Ike started taking bets with his siblings and cousins; the guy had a ton of family honestly, on how long it would take for Mutt to go fully crazy. Apparently Ike made it no secret he was taking bets and loved to tease Mutt about it. 

Secretly it brought you some satisfaction that Mutt was getting teased, but again you were emotionless, a mask of indifference. You wouldn’t give any of them the satisfaction of knowing you kinda liked it. Kinda… because well you were still getting used to this life… whatever this life was. 

Mutt had been lounging all day on the couch, pathetic really, such a powerless monster and you were forced to serve him. Regal on the other hand…he was worth it, their sparring sessions always had you aching, but even through the pain you liked it. It gave you back a sense of your worth. So when you heard Regal order Mutt up and him snort and just roll over, you rolled your eyes as you dusted the mantlepiece of the firepit. Regal with his hands on his hip bones staring at his brother he about scoffed and left it at that but then seeing you he smiled, oh yes, an evil smile, “Fine, go spar with your bride” he ordered. 

Wait, did he? With him? Spar… as if “master” could even keep up. At first you just stopped dusting waiting to see what Mutt would even do. 

“Pfft, bro come on wit her? Nah. N’ stop callin’ her m’ bride.” he about rolled over as he grumbled. No way you were his bride, not like you’d even let him into your bed anyway.  

“I do indeed mean for you to spare with her.” Regal retorted. His tone once again left no uncertain terms for Mutt. 

“I’ll spare with Master.” you agreed. 

“Stop callin’ m’ tha, I told ya.” he grumbled 

“Yes Master.” you replied. Oh the way he stopped and stared you were giddy inside. Let him squirm. 

Mutt let out a sigh as he slowly stood up. “Fine, if I win ya stop callin’ m’ masta.” 

“If you win.” you decided. 

Soon you were both outside, Gardner was there as was Regal. Gardner was hoping for an epic fight, Regal just wanted to make sure his brother properly fought. 

Regal handed you both kendo sticks you taking yours as you readied yourself but Mutt just barely glanced at it, not taking it shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. “M’ good.” he yawned in a tired voice. 

You rolled your eyes, of course he wasn’t even going to try. 

Soon you made the first move, but just as you went head straight at him he dodged, side stepping and yawning, completely bored. “Gardner said ya was a good fighter, yet I dodge ya.”

Was that a taunt? He was taunting you. So you sliced to the side not moving but again he just stepped aside, you clearly missed. 

Blinking you were a little thrown off, so you made the initiative and moved forward yet again slicing at him with your Kendo sword, but again he just stepped to the side so then this brought on a fluid motion from you as decided to double down. No way you were going to let him make a fool of you. Not like this. 

If you moved forward swinging he stepped backwards, which made you move forward but feigned and moved to the side, which he again just stepped to the side. 

That is he kept this up till you decided to get faster. Something he obviously wasn’t expecting, he figured you’d get bored, thrown in the towel, stop, cave in. Boy he was dead wrong. 

With each side step brought on a flurry of new movements. He also didn’t expect your speed to kick up in gear either. If he stepped you were on him, if he made a move to the other side you were there, legs kicking, Kendo moving, it was like a damn dance routine and he was not enjoying it. 

He actually had to force himself to use Magical means by “teleporting” away from you. You somehow made your body a damn weapon. This… this was not normal for most humans. 

Well, he had seen one of his human friends fight once and that person was not normal either in his book when it came down to it. 

What he didn’t expect was for you to anticipate where he’d “teleport” too, and as soon as he was there you were on him. 

He was dodging, porting, moving and you were right there meeting him, almost hitting him. 

The fight went on and soon he was having to throw up bone walls, but you jumped over them, using the trees as leverage, using the limbs as means to strike from above. Damn you were fast. 

All the while Gardner was in awe, Regal too smirked from the sidelines, finally his brother had to get a work out. This also just confirmed it for him that his brother was lacking in the physical department. 

Soon you were going at speed, but he too was working overtime throwing up bone walls, throwing out bones as a means to try and distract you, but alas it didn’t work. He had hoped it would. And now he realized he was going to have to actually battle you. 

It went from him sidestepping you to a full on fight scene. You threw leg kicks, he blocked with a well placed parry, damn he realized he had gotten a bit sloppy and you started landing more hits. Fuck, he didn’t like this. 

He threw up a bone wall, you were over it with your leg drew back ready to kick so another wall of bones went up over his head but you skid across it coming down twirling and landing a kick on his back. Grimacing that actually hurt.. The fuck… were you trying to harm him. 

What made it worse was that damn collar, you felt him getting aggravated, felt the anger rising slowly at first but more pronounced the collar with each bought of anger that your kicks caused made the collar react and soon it was digging into your flesh demanding you to stop. But you kept going ignoring the pain. 

That is until Regal happened to look and see the amount of damage that collar was doing. “ENOUGH. This Spar IS OVER!” he boomed. He grabbed you up, seeing the damage, Mutt was pissed, at first pissed over having to spar, then now because apparently this collar was causing you damage as well. The two brothers looking you over as it dug into your skin, And no matter the pain, you hadn’t stopped not once. That was more concerning, they needed this collar off of you. That was abundant. Regal took you inside Mutt following behind. This was now a major concern, just what kind of collar did this? 

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Reader/Regal Fight

You were bored, finding your reflexes a little sluggish, too sluggish. So after you and Gardener had set up the training dummies you had found hidden away you started immediately battling them. Though battling… no, more like beating them up. Dummies couldn’t move… Well Gardner could, but not these dummies. 

These dummies couldn’t move, couldn’t yell, or fight you back. But they served your purpose well. Landing lightning quick moves with your hands, legs, feet, elbows as you methodically moved around the dummies. Gardner cheering you on as he sat there watching you. 

You felt a little less sluggish with each blow of the hand moving lightning fast landing against a dummies neck, or a well placed kick along the stomach. You made sure to hit the dummies that would be vital spots on a human. 

As the time moved through the day to afternoon you had apparently; without realizing it, caught the eye of Regal. He had watched you earlier with Gardner moving around the garden taking the dummies out of their hidden spot. It certainly piqued his curiosity. 

After living there for the bit of time you had he hadn’t seen you fight, he hadn’t seen you really do anything other than annoy his brother. Honestly Regal thought it was funny that you still called his brother “Master” knowing how his brother felt about that and how little his brother wanted any kind of responsibility. But now with his interest piqued he couldn’t help it, he moved down to the garden. He was happy you hadn’t touched the Butterfly Pea flowers. Thankful; silently, that you opted to move a bit towards the woods area. 

As Regal moved closer watching you, he decided then and there you weren’t doing a good enough job. Yes you had good-ish movements, and speed was decent, not great. No no, you needed guidance. He was going to be the one to guide you. That was it, his mind was made up. 

Gardner’s cheering went quiet, then you heard it, Regal’s famous “cough” a move he used to get your attention. Which worked as you stopped kicking the dummy and looked at him. Your eyes are still void of emotion, even so less now than before. The slight spark you had when training was gone replaced with… nothing. Absolutely nothing. You didn’t ask, you waited for him to speak though. 

Regal didn’t take long; he spoke quickly. “I see you’re training. You have decent movements, but wasted on those dummies. So if you want to spar, then you shall spar against me!” he told you in no uncertain terms. 

Nodding you and Gardner moved the training dummies out of the way first. Which Regal didn’t even bother to try and stop. He watched you as he got ready and pulled out two Kendo sticks from his dimensional storage in his phone. Once you and Gardner were done he handed you one. He was about to speak, to tell you what it was but stopped after he saw you take your stance. Clearly you knew what it was and what it was for. Good, saved him words anyway. Taking his own Kendo stick he wasted no time. He moved at you with lightning speed, kendo raised up and ready to come down landing a blow but then blinked realizing you weren’t there. 

You weren’t stupid, you knew what that stick was, of course when you were training it wasn’t called a kendo stick, it was something else, but still the same premise. You grabbed it, took it, and held it with ease. You went slightly slack giving off an air of not completely ready, but aware of the fact that you were signaling that you were ready, knees slightly bent, feet apart. And of course as soon as Regal moved at you, you were gone, Jumping up making him miss his blow entirely. You watched as blinked caught off guard then as you landed back down your own blow ready you watched as he jumped back away from you, but once your feet were on the ground before you could even move he was on, attacking from the front. His stick hitting your stick as you parried and blocked his move by moving yours up and knocking him backward. 

You weren’t stupid, you didn’t think he’d fumble or miss his footing. He didn't make captain by being slacked and dim witted. And once he was knocked back he was on you again but coming from a different angle. One you side stepped as you basically danced around him in a swirl as if some ballerina in a show. 

But as you spun around and went to land your blow coming up from the bottom to the top he had already blocked you knocking you back which was fine, but you were determined to win. As he went to sweep downward intent on tripping you up, you jumped and twirled bringing your wooden sword to strike at his neck but he simply moved his sword to the back and blocked you, so you yet again switched coming up his side but again he moved, countered, and blocked, making you move, jump, twirl and swing out to hit his legs. 

Regal was quick on his feet as he side stepped brought down his sword and hit you on the back of the neck, but just as he was thrilled he got a hit in he realized his mistake, you let the hit happen in favor of also hitting you right on the kneecap at the exact same time. 

Regal couldn’t believe it, he hit your back, but you also hit his knee and he stared at you for a second, his eyelights looking you over as he finally saw it, a small, dim little twinkle in your eyes. You were enjoying this! Even if it was small, barely there he could see this is what you were meant for. You didn’t move slow and sluggish, you moved with precision. Straightening up he moved back as you moved forward the battle now on. One hit each. 

Gardner at this point was just keeping score; he didn't want to cheer either on just to have that backlash on him. No no, he liked his new name, his job, he wasn’t willing to lose that because he cheered one on over the other.

“One point each”, Gardner yelled enthusiastically from the sidelines. 

Regal grinned for a half a second, a quick passing of emotions. He was a little reluctant to admit was actually liking this. No no, he wasn’t going to give her that, so he remade his face into a mask, an emotionless mask as he had done so many times in the past. 

As you moved forward he moved backwards, as you went to jab he thrust his sword forward and easily pushed you away, but as you came back with another jab to the side he was ready to parry that one too only to blink as you rerouted before the jab could even hit his sword and struck him on the other leg but since you also left yourself open and wide again he too landed a hit on the left side. 

“Holy stars… two for two”, Gardner yelled happily, mixed with astonishment. Regal was not one to be outdone and yet here you were, little human you, keeping up with the Master of fight; Regal. The Captain himself. 

You were sacrificing parts of yourself letting yourself be open to land a blow, clearly Regal didn’t think you were capable of landing blows, thinking you wouldn’t find his openings. Clearly he underestimated you. Others had also underestimated you and lost their lives. This was no longer a game, you were out to prove yourself to him, to show him that while yes could clean, cook, do laundry; none of that is what you were made for. No, this was your calling, and this is what you excelled at. 

Suddenly he jumped out of view and you two jumped back and up into the tree. Giving you the advantage or so you thought, but Regal too was already in the tree, you jumped down, he followed, you jumped back he was on the attack, you went to block he jumped over you to land a blow to your back, but you were just as fast and rolled backward to make him hit the ground, you jumped up from the roll taking the moment to twirl back and lash out with your sword, making it an extension of your very arm, treating it like so. Which made him move back and a three step swirl but again you moved twirling and swirling now around him making it so you were now putting in other movements. 

Foot sweep; which he jumped, leg kick; which he dodged, so you ran up the tree just as he advanced on you jumping over him and landing a blow on his back but so too did he thrusting his sword up and hitting you on head. It wasn’t hard enough to put you in a coma, but hard enough to make you fall, landing on your back as you shook off the feeling of a slow throb in your skull. Like a dull aching headache that was annoying. 

Regal too felt the slight sting of the hit on the back and shook it off looking at you now, he kept his facemask up, but deep down he was gaining a semblance, a tiny bit of… No… he wasn’t going to say it, thinking it even would just make it come into fruition. No no, you had to earn that more. This little spar, this was nothing in the grand scheme of well everything. 

Gardner was watching; all the rapid movements, that was what… three to three… it’s been a tie so far. He was literally shaking watching. “Three to three, the match of a century.” he beamed happily from the sidelines. 

He desperately wished he could tell his cousins, but they were so far up the Queens butt that he knew he couldn’t. He’d lose his job, his home, his new found name. He liked the skeleton brothers they were nice, they paid well compared to other monsters and no, no he would keep this to himself. He had to. 

Regal started using trick shots, blasting out magical bullets watching as each one got thrust away by her and how she dodge them with practiced ease. He used those as a shield effect to move around and get closer to you hoping for a good enough distraction, but it amazed him… no, no he couldn’t be amazed. Instead he just focused on getting closer to you, but you also moved around using everything as a means to absorb the magic bullets, systematically running up the trees as a bullet landed just below your feet, or jumping as it missed your head and jumping over his head to land behind him your feet spread apart as he moved around to meet you head on. A smirk slowly forming on his skull, a light, a spark of interest in your own eyes slowly forming. 

It became trick shots, athletic abilities showing as you both moved around one another, both avoiding hits, both avoiding each other. Like a dance of two opposing forces both equal. Time moved on from afternoon well into the night, and both were aching as each got more and more hits here and there, if one landed a hit so too did the other. By the end of it both were sweating, both were aching, and both were tired. Each landing at least five hits or more. Honestly they were moving so fast towards the end of it that Gardner couldn’t keep up. And opted to just sit and watch with rampant amazement. 

Regal went from scoffing thinking he’d have to teach her to landing on his both with his sword in her stomach, but her sword on his neck. Her looming over him, and him on his back staring up at her. He felt exhausted, she looked exhausted, but then and there he had another sparring partner. He’d no doubt seek her out, save face and claim it was for teaching. But both knew, it was unspoken, but both were on par. Both were great in their own rights. 

Slowly Regal removed his sword which led her to removing her own sword. Both that night went to bed, aching, but happy.  _____________________________________________________

Commentary: I originally was writing this out as a three strike no dust rule, but then as i got into it and channeled Regal a bit better it became a bit more clear, he'd abandon his three strike, no dust rule in favor of a full on spar. Both resulting in becoming tired, aching, but both happy even if they don't show it. I know Sissy already read it, and I was given permission to post it. So enjoy and feedback is always welcome. @maiuoart these are her characters, I was given permission to write. This is for a portion of the story Darkening Days which may or may not make the cut later, we shall see, but either way no claiming as your own, no copy and paste though as always you may reblog.

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Hater Rabbit takes his newfound friends to somewhere, to find a very interested place!!

Undyne isn't too impressed; She's actually pretty pissed he took her away from more important things while Papyrus-

...He's unsure about his thoughts??

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Babysitting

I am dead and dying, take a Daddy-like Stretch

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Who else has this idea that, on a really stressful night; Blue waits until it's like, 9pm at night and sneaks out of his room to go to one of the bars down town- (Probably his Grillby's or the swapped version of alcoholic bars)- and he's just... Having a good bunch of drinks.

And then, when it's a Multiverse thing where he's stuck with other versions of himself; It's HARDER to sneak out, but he's able to and finds a good bar place... He's just, y'know, thinking on life and other stressful situations; Maybe he cracks his own jokes with those around him, cause they're so drunk; They'll laugh at anything... And Blue's able to be that full on gremlin and know NO ONE is going to fucking recall shit... So he lets loose a LOT more than normal.

And one of the other bone guys comes in; Lets go, Mutt; Goes right up and says; 'oi, Bluester! i didn't know ya drank... wha's yer choice o'poison, bro?'

Poor Blue is like- 'Oh shit, oh shit shit shit- No?? Why is he here!? Shitshitshit' and internally freaking out, gets back in his shell and clams up... Barely talks to Mutt in general until someone around them is trying to get Blue to tell that joke again- Where Mutt encourages to hear it.

And it just ends with Blue bonding brotherly, maybe even drinking someone under the table with his high alcohol tolerance, and for once; Blue doesn't feel like he's going to get scolded like he would is his brother showed up- Lolol.

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This sign should be in every store

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In 1967, Julia Roberts' parents welcomed Martin Luther King Jr.'s children into their Atlanta acting school during segregation. When the Roberts family couldn't pay the hospital bill after Julia's birth, the Kings covered the expenses in gratitude.

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The Earth's magnetic field has reversed 183 times over the past 83 million years, averaging one reversal every 450,000 years, with the most recent occurring 780,000 years ago.

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There is a giant hexagon, larger than Earth, at Saturn’s north pole. It’s a permanent jet stream with hurricane-like storms swirling inside.

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In April 2020, rapper Boosie Badazz urgently needed insulin and asked fans in Jacksonville, Florida, for assistance. A woman drove three hours to deliver the medication, declining payment and requesting only a photo. After leaving, she bought a scratch-off lottery ticket and won $10,000.

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Lunch time with Rus

You were heading downstairs after finally getting free of your bonefriends boney arms having to go to the bathroom. After doing what needed to be done you decided since it was lunchtime and you missed Black's breakfast (because once again you slept in till noon large part in thanks to Rus) knocking on the door you asked Rus "Hey you want a sandwhich love?" you asked him as he sleepily looked at you and yawned finally sitting up nodding his head. "Alright meet me downstairs." you told him knowing he'd eat anything you put together. You had made yourself and Rus both half sandwhiches with turkey, cheese, mayo, bacon, tomato, lettuce, and a nice side of potato wedges. Putting his plate together you put the sandwhich on the kitchen counter. Picking up your own plate you moved off into the livingroom to set up the tv for a show to watch with your sweet bonefriend. Rus finally came down and deadpanning looked at his plate... half a sammich? What was he now on a diet? "Love, baby, honey... where's tha otha half o' m' sammich?" he asked you. Without batting an eye you called back... "In my tummy." you grinned. he was such a foodie. Rus shaking his head picked up his plate, oh that woman.. he loved her, but now she was getting tickled for this betrayal.

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@maiuoart for the skeletons and art. She asked me to give her ideas and well I'm back on my kick for the seven deadly sins. I do have seven deadly sins rp characters and well these are her versions if they were skeletons and I'm loving it. Please do not steal, reblogging is fine, reposting as your own is theft. Maiuo did the art and I simply gave the name of the sin. I think she did a banger of a job. These are fucking great. Can you figure out which sin goes with the skeleton?

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If I made a skeleton base of both the boys; Sans and Papyrus, would anyone be interested?

Get UT, US, UF, SF, Horrors, and some of the popular outcode types (Nightmare, Cross, Killer, Dust, Error)