#highclassmulticast

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @highclassmulticast ))

It was Sansday. That is, a day where Frisk was with Sans while mama had after school work to do. School staff meetings, parent teach conferences, detention, etc.

Sans wanted Sundays for the word play, but mama was usually off work and therefore didn't need anyone to attend them, so he settled with volunteering mostly on Wednesdays.

Frisk was independent enough to watch themself, but they decided against admitting that. That could lead to... uncomfortable conversations.

For today? Sans decided to just take them to the park after their homework. As he had put it "you can run wild, and i can just nap. win win." Not that they'd ever seen him nap whenever he took them out after their obligations. Lounge, yes, but never nap.

Though, as they looked up from the sand pile they were accumulating in the sandbox, they realized he wasn't lounging. He was sitting up straight, looking up at an unfamiliar figure (Sans was scarcely taller than Frisk's 3'10 form) and seeming to be speaking.

"No sign of laughter, however," Chara mused.

And that's... concerning.

Frisk stood, and, without even bothering to dust themself off, they bounded towards the bench.

"so uh... come here often?" Sans asked.

Sans admittedly locked eyes with the guy the moment he saw him. There were two... numbers that had him on edge.

Finding the occasional human with EXP and even LOVE had him nervous when they first moved into the nearest human town. If they could kill fellow humans, how easily can they kill monsters? The kid, even?

But this guy... Sand had never seen someone with so much LOVE before. And that had him a bit worried.

But, this stranger noticed Sans and came over to... flirt...?

Seems like the kid wasn't the only one that responded that way.

Sans wasn't sure whether or not the guy knew Sans knew. He simply tried to be casual, try to parse what this guy's angle was.

"Sans!" called a familiar voice.

Sans turned his head just in time to see Frisk slow to a stop in front of them.

"Your shoes are untied."

Sans paused before looking down at his sneakers (he still wasn't used to wearing anything but slippers all the time.)

Frisk then gently flicked their finger against the bridge of his "nose".

"Gotcha."

"... kid my shoes were untied."

"Still made you look."

Sans managed a snort despite himself.

"sure did."

Relieved Frisk seemed to have eased Sans's tension, they turned their attention to the man with him.

"Hello!" they chirped.

[alephinred]

@highclassmulticast

" HAVE YOU HEARD OF ARCHANGELS? " Aleph asked a vagabond adorned in red. Not unlike himself. " THOUGH PERHAPS YOU HAVE A DIFFERENT NAME FOR US. EVERYWHERE SEEMS TO. "

[chiisaikintsukuroi]

@highclassmulticast liked for a starter

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Without looking up, Ed heard the door into the garage open and close and reached for the next tool, "In the kitchen!" he called. The back of the microwave was currently on the counter next to him, along with half the wiring and other components. In front of him was part of what could roughly be call the heating element that Ed was focused on taking apart further. The rest of the appliance was sitting in front of him. He finally looked up after a moment and eyed the chaos around him before looking back up at Able, "...I finished class early and you said it wasn't working this morning." he reasoned.

It was easier and cheaper, at least to him, than having to consider buying a new one anyways. He leaned over and snagged a pair of pliers before going back to it, "I brought the mail in, it's on the table."

[starlightseer]

"You are mine now, little wolf. And I will study you to better understand your kind. You will be safe here... as long as you do as you are told."

Commission for @highclassmulticast of their OC, Able, with Cyrus in our vampire AU.

[jeff-the-gnome-king]

Able scoops him up and huffs "He's fine, no stranger needed" Jealous husband noises

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"Able, I'm fine."

The gnome pats the werewolf's arm gently

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @highclassmulticast ))

Ah, New York City. Shining sky scrapers to bleak buildings, a familiar clash, home. The bustle in the streets below was just a reminder that the city never truly slept. If he were any lower with his swinging, Spider-Man was sure he'd start to hear the cacophony of voices and cars and horns and bells over the rushing of the air.

Mid swing, however, he felt it. That feeling. His Spidey senses. He hardly had time to look for the source before something came flying at him, grazing his cheek bone as he let go of his web. Long. Thin. Sharp. Was there a tear on his mask? He swore he felt a breeze on a slit of an area on his cheek.

The momentum of his swing sent him flying towards a building, which he immediately stuck to. Back to the surface so he could scan around.

Where did that...?!

[tangledalchemist]

"I do actually."

He shows Cashmere over to the assortment of brightly colored spheres on his work table. A few were of different sizes, obviously Varian was also experimenting with that aspect as well.

"I have a slickening solution, the green. The yellow here is to use as a light or as fuel for lamps. And this magenta makes a thick smokescreen, for escapes or distraction."

He explains, pointing to each one in turn.

"Good catch! My 'capsuls' are made from a gelatin mixture that is soft yet strong. And fold able when empty. So I can pack spares into my belt pouches for when I need to "reload"."

Varian brightens, someone even knowing a little of what he was talking about was always welcome.

"As for solvents, I'm still working a good recipe on that. They're always too strong or too weak and other problems. But! That's the fun, we keep looking for answers~"

The young alchemist says cheerily.

[toranoya]

(Hello! I'm following for this Blog that has my hazbin muses in it, and HighclassMulticast, my mixed fandom one! I totally get dipping and leaving a fandom due to them being toxic as hell, it's why I left the One Piece and TF2 fandom a billion years ago! Hopefully we can write together and have some fun!)

(Hi, of course. Did you have something in mind?)

[chiisaikintsukuroi-moved]

"Ed..?" Esther tugged on Ed's jacket lightly, frowning "Do you know anything about a "Beast King"?" (Highclass Multicast)

Ed looked at Esther and didn't answer right away. He could have, it was a very easy answer because yes, yes he did know about the "Beast King" but technically he was pretty sure he wasn't supposed to. Not about the Beast King, or wevewolves, or other beings running around in day or moon light. But he did, and had his opinions about them but made sure that he knew what was going on. That was, in part, why so much meat was always in the fridge. Just in case.

He was quiet another moment before moving and crouching down to her level, looking at her seriously, "....why do you ask?" Ed asked her. It wasn't hard to guess why, but maybe she just stumbled across the name in a book. Maybe she found that one story that managed to carry over. Or maybe she was noticing things, and as a prodigy genius himself, Ed knew exactly how hard she was going to try and get answers if no one gave them to her.

Besides, the poor kid actually looked a little worried and that was what made figuring out how to answer hard.

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @highclassmulticast ))

After the initial panic of finding herself in a new place and a new body with no memory of even her name, let alone her previous life, the player known as Ragatha had... taken to opening up. Even if steadily. And somewhat at the coaxing of Caine to participate.

Which led here here. Using her free time to wander and make small talk with her fellow players that she came across until she stumbled onto what seemed to be some sort of sewing room. At the corner furthest from the entrance, was... that guy, what was his name again...? She truthfully hadn't seen much of him since her first day.

Suppose that's where he's been the whole time.

She was drawn to watching him spin the looming wheel.

Something about it just... piqued her interest...

"... You can sew here...?" she finally asked, her eye continuing to follow the spinning motion.

[amilliongruesomewaystodie]

"Will do!~"

He sing songs before kissing the other's cheek-

"Mmmmm....I'm in the mood for goat-!"

[starlightseer]

Commission for @highclassmulticast

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

Able gasps and scoops the puppet up " Baby!" ( Highclassmulticast gimmi)

(( @highclassmulticast ))

"Dada! You're back!"

Fantoccio was always rather picky with touch, but his dads were the rare exceptions.

Fanto threw his small arms around Able's neck, big, youthful, yellow eyes staring up at him.

"How was yours and other dads' trip?"

[digitalclownery]

"Of course it is, it's a circus! Entertainment for all ages and all that."

Is the immediate response, only for a thoughtful hum to escape a moment later.

"But! Maybe more toned down colors where everyone relaxes will help things....mmm....we could involve everyone in the redecorating, even? So they can help choose....?"

The AI tries, thinking it over.

"There's already the lake, maybe a small forest beside it will work..."

"I can't believe we've gotten ourselves into such a pickle!"

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

((Starter for @highclassmulticast ))

The twins had just finished setting up in their room in the attic when they came back down the stairs. Mabel slid down the stairs' railing before almost effortlessly landing on her feet at the bottom.

"I always wanted to do that!" she giggled before looking up at the stairs.

"C'mon, you slow Dip! Hurry up!"

Her brother carefully stepped down, step by step, as he gripped the railing.

"I'm not sliding down the railing, Mabel."

He was met with his sister blowing raspberries at him by the time he reached the bottom.

He poke at her cheek.

"Don't give me that."

The sound of their Grunkle reached their ears, as well as a cacophony of footsteps. Couldn't really make out what he said, but what little they could discern, and the direction it was headed, it sounded like he was taking them to the Gift Shop part of the shack.

"Oh hey! Perfect timing."

Ever since he heard of Grunkle Stan and the Mystery Shack, Dipper was admittedly interested in having a look at the attractions.

Sure, he was at least 99% sure their Grunkle was... well, a sham. But who knows. Maybe, just maybe, there might just be a nugget of something true or interesting there.

"Let's go Mabel."

The twins moved to the tourist part of the shack, the soles of their tennis shoes making hurried little pitter patters on the hardwood floor.

Dipper opened the door, blinking in surprise.

Some girl about their age was there, notepad in hand, scribbling something down.

Did... Stan not bring all the tourists to the gift shop after all.

"Hia!~" Mabel blurted out from behind him, startling Dipper.

[ricksmajicknstuff]

"Thank you for that, I'll be sure to let him know. Sorry he was of any trouble."

He hangs up at that and pulls out the portal gun.

"Kingdom of Corona, huh? Should've known the kid of a Rick wouldn't do well in school..."

" Good evening sir, I am calling on behalf of Dragon Spire Academy in reguards of matter involving your son Augustus, our prior attempts of contact have been unresponded and so we are now calling you directly"

".....I don't understand. I literally got a letter last week saying that he was doing well...?"

He frowns softly, more confused than concerned.

"What's happened with my Augustus...?"

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