#why is Error so weird

[luminousjellyfishy]

I’m so normal about them

@wooah-cam-iz-insane you didn’t show me Errormare art in time, so I went crazy and made my own

Error belongs to: @/loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to: @/jokublog

[canisalbus]

Imagine if Machete was Muslim instead of Catholic. His name would be something like Saif سيف, and Vasco would probably be something like Dhahabi ذَهَبِيّ

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[pastelaspirations]

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO MY GOOD PAL, BUDDY, CHUM, FRIEND, @honeybubbletea33 It's actually over the latest chapter this time, so go read it, it's so good, I swear-

Okay, guys, I must confess something. I am the number one Silk enjoyer. I have loved her since the b e g i n n i n g (Silk is the beautiful queen on the right, you can't miss her ✧˖°.)

So, because I am her number one fan and the leader of her cult, I drew this "birthday drawing" solely as an excuse to spread my Silk propaganda. Join the cult, guys, we have spiders and brownies-

I took some liberties with her design, but I did incorporate details from chapter 9 and this chapter. Also, I s w e a r, I read somewhere that she had a scar over an eye, but I couldn't for the life of me find it when I looked again. If you can find it, like... Tell me where, man lmao

I gave her a design based on styles from the 1920s. Idk, man, I just thought that would really fit (Here's what I referenced if you guys wanna draw cute designs too!) But y e e. She's noticeably less "war-torn" than the fic described her, BUT MAAAN, LISTEN. I IMAGINE IT LIKE SHE GOT GLAMMED UP TO ATTRACT NEW CLIENTS. It's easier to swindle people out of their gold if you have a pretty face ;)

I am also on my knees begging. P l e a s e, we need more Error and Silk tea time gossiping. It's so amazing. I never knew I needed these two to gossip together until this chapter but I n e e d it (Seriously, a drama podcast between these two would go so incredibly hard)

I just thought it was hilarious that Error was willing to spill his entire life story for a single brownie. Yeah, he ate way more than that, but that doesn't change the fact he was ready to talk shit after being bribed with one brownie. Literal comedy gold

All in all, I need these two to become friends. Error needs a buddy he can shit talk with. Silk can be that buddy. I am objectively right guys, tell me you agree with me-

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Artist Woes

Hello everyone! I am back with my BS as always and more baby nightmare shenenigans! @spotaus Hope you ready :D

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Ink is a very interesting Pov to write! It was fun! And as always. No beta or anything :D We here to have fun!

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Ink hums a happy song as he slowly sketches out the shape of a very familiar skull. He had beent rying to stay distracted after everything he learned.

He thinks he is doing an okay-ish job! Even if Error calls him an idiot for trying to escape his own new feelings.

Ink just... thinks! He should first get used to his kinda there feelings... and then on his god position! Before he... thinks about some specific feelings.

Ink groans as he grabs his phone and searches the past text messages.

Finding the right conversation quickly.

Hey Ink! Want to hang out with Dream and me? Let me know!

And then the line that Ink blocked his contact.

Ink groans as he just lays on the floor. He is a mess. Why is this so hard? It was never hard to hang out wiht Blue before. It was just nice and easy and it was fun! Now it just feels... different. it feels more important.

Not to forget his stupid feelings now actually work so he realises just how terrified he feels about being an idiot in front of Blue.

Again.

Fuck Blue has seen him do so much stupid shit. How does he deal with that?!

His phone buzzes and he picks it up with a smile before his smile falls. It is a message from Dream.

Of course it isn't a message from Blue. Blue can't send him messages because Ink blocked him!

Which... Blue knows... Ink is sure that Blue hates him or is sad or hurt because of Ink's stupid behaviour and-

HIs phone starts to ring.

Ink almost drops it before picking up "Hey Dream! I was jsut about to answer your text!"

Dream hfufs "Right." he does not sound convinced "Look. I need your help with a situation. Can you come meet us?"

Ink feels his being start to shake slighty. Us. Dream says us. Which means Blue is there!

He hadn't seen Blue since the Gyftmas party. Ink had gotten callen away for more god lessons and he hadn't even had the chance to see if Blue liked the bandana he got him.

And now Ink doens't feel sure enough to ask if Blue likes it. Waht if Blue likes it? What if he doesn't!? What if he likes the bandana but if he hears Ink got it for him he won't like it anymore!?

"Ink?" Dream sounds impatient.

Ink jumps up and rushes to grab his broom "Yeah! Sure! On my way! You send the location?" he has his broom and is already ready to cast the right magic to teleport to another location before remembering he still needs the location.

Dream is silent for a moment before answerign "You feeling okay? We can delay this a few days if you need time to rest-"

"No no no!! I am okay!" Ink rushes to stop Dream. No he needs this! He cna finally hang out wiht Blue again and because Dream is there it will be normal and not at all weird and Ink can maybe try to get an idea of how Blue feels about him and! He needs this! "You send me the location and stuff?"

Dream is quiet for a moment and Ink hears him talk with someone else before Dream answers "I send you it in a text. see you in a bit." and he hangs up.

Ink smiles as he jumps in place as he finds the location. Okay. Okay! He can do this! He can be totally normal! He will have anice hang out and then Blue will think he is cool and maybe Ink can brush off the blocking as an accident thing and everything will be fine!

He uses his broom and melts into a puddle of ink.

It feels like swimming to use his teleporting and he quickly gets to the right location. He jumps out and smiles.

Dream shoots him a grin before shooting the skeleton next to him a smug look. Blue rolls his eye lights at Dream before girnning at Ink himself "Hey Ink."

Ink is frozen. he is wearing the bandana. it looks so good on him but can he just say that? would it be weird for Ink to notice? Ink knows his memory isnt the best. would it seem obsessive if Ink noticed a difference?

Blue's grin falls as he looks worried and to the side. Oh shit he is quiet for too long isn't he?!

Ink rushes over "Hey Blue! Hey dream. It has been a while! I got busy and stuff. God stuff is weird! Hah! I mean Dream knows as well so i don't doubt you know it as well! I mena you two always hang out and stuff so of course you know. Not that that is wrong! I mean you two are best friends! It is normal!"

Oh please shut up shut up why is he still talking?!

Dream and Blue share a look. Blue frowns "Ink? Are you sure you are okay? You are acting weird..."

A snort "Seems normal to me."

Ink looks over and sees Error. Error just looks highly amused from where he is leaning agaisnt the tree. knowing look in his eye sockets.

Oh no. No no no no! Error knows about how Ink feels about Blue!! Well. Kinda feels. His whole soulless situation and feeling through paint together with ascending to godhood got weird and Ink doesn't even fully understand how it works but that is beside the point! Error was just there when Ink figured out he liked Blue a whole lot more than is normal and that is why Error knows! And Ink does not trust him with that knowledge to not make a fool out of Ink to Blue!

Well. Not that Error needs to do anything to make a fool out of Ink. Ink manages that just fine himself apparently.

Blue is frowning at Error "Error that isn't nice. He could be sick."

Error snorts nad mutters "love sick alright." and Ink prays no one heard him.

Blue doesn't react to what error said so maybe ink is lucky! And oh shit Blue is close and checking his temperature! What does he DO?!

Blue frowns "I think he is fine... You sure you feel up for this Ink?"

Ink nods "Yes! of course! Always ready to help you... two!" Ink looks between Blue and Dream before he laughs softly as he rubs his neck "What are we doing?"

Dream sighs "you seriously didn't read my texts?"

Ink slowly takes his phone out and notices that Dream send a long explanation about something to him. something about ink having to meet someone and having to help them with letting this mystery person meet the other gods.

Ink looks up and Dream sighs before nodding "okay fine. I found my brother."

Ink blinks. Something about nightmare? There hadn't been issues wiht nightmare right? Ink can't remember anything being off about him at least...

Dream looks very disapointed and hurt "Did you seriously forget my brother went missing?!"

Ink flinches. right. that. he rubs his arm "sorry..." he is a terrible friend. he had been so busy with god things... right... blue and drema ahd been working on searching for Nightmare and... and ink was too busy to help and after a while he jsut forgot aparently!

Dream sighs and Blue joins his side to support him. It stings a little.

Blue smiles "but everything is fine! We found nightmare and we are working on introducing him to many people to make sure Fate and Balance don't mess with his domain!"

Ink gives a slow nod. he knows he should know more about those two and why it is important but he can't remember at the moment. Ink hopes he will eventually remember "so... we want a truce?" maybe that is it? a truce between Ink and Nightmare?

Not the hnag out Ink wanted but he will take it at this point. He just wishes he never blocked Blue. How is he even suposed to fix that?! He doens't know!

Dream laughs and rubs his neck "I guess you can call ti a truce. Not that it matters with both Nighty and I having switched domains so we aren't even against each other in any way!" He smiles brightly.

Ink feels even worse. Fuck. He forgot. Dream switched domains! That was a whole thing. Also a thing he hadn't helped with. come on. He knows this. He knows which domain it is. something... soemthing about moving on? healing through moving on?

Dream's smile slwoly falls and Ink can hear Blue sigh. Ink holds up his hands "No! No wait! I know this!" he knwos this! come on. He knows this he knows this he knows this! "it... it... it is about... like.. moving on? healing? kinda like determination and keep going?" right? He looks at Dream desperately.

Dream blinks but laughs and nods "honestly? Very close! it is Progression but those things got to do with it."

Blue grins proudly at him "You are remembering things!"

Ink gives aslow nod "kinda..." ish. Not that much. Though he does keep remembering how pretty Blue looks with his new bandana. The neutral grey but silver and blue highlights are so pretty on him.

Error groans "Are we done yet? We got a schedule to keep here." he huffs and crosses his arms.

Dream focusses too "We are. Ink?"

Ink nods and grins "Lets make a truce!"

A voice "Finally! This was getting boring" and Killer jumps down from the tree branches.

Ink has his broom ready but Blue rushes to his side and pushes his arms down "No! No fighting! we cool!" Ink froze but not because Blue stopped him or what he said. but because Blue is holding his hand! wlel more like just pushing his hands down but it counts! Ink is totally counting it as them holding hands!

Killer grins at them "Anyway. Meet. Boss! Or well... tiny boss" and he grins. As he waves to the side and Cross jsut appears out of thin air with a child in his arms.

Ink frowns and stares before looking at Killer "I know my memory is bad.. but wasn't nightmare like... adult and gooped?" he looks at Blue to double check.

Blue smiles at him and nudges their shoulders togther "true! But Nightmare got deaged when he finished his job as god connected to balance. He went back to how he was before getting that job." and he nods over to Cross who is holding the tiny skeleton.

Ink blinks and stares at Nightmare.Nightmare just looks back at him.

Ink is hit with a dejavu and snorts "Oh yeah i can see it now. got the exact same 'you are an idiot' look as his older version." and he leans against broomie.

Blue laughs from beside him and Ink puffs his chest up a tiny bit. He got this. he got this!

Nightmare huffs and pouts as he leans clsoer to cross "Well he is an idiot."

Cross purrs as he nuzzles the skull "You are 100% right."

Ink looks ar Dream and Blue "So... what now?"

Dream smiles "We need to meet the other gods. but the more gods on our side the better." Dream sighs "Especially meeting the other gods..."

Ink frowns as he tilts his skull "Why?"

Reaper is floating nearby as he speaks and hey when did Reaper get here? "Because of Fate and Balance. We don't think they will like Nightmare not falling into either of their domains anymore."

Ink frowns and he finally remembers! "Right! They were real mad when you picked your domain right Dream?"

Dream grins "Yup! They tried to make me switch but they couldn't because everyone knew my job by then. We are trying to get Nightmare the same setup."

Ink rubs his broom as he speaks "what... euh... is the domain anyway?" they hadn't mentioned that right? he checks with blue but blue just smiles at him. So they probably didn't tell yet!

Blue looks at the gang and it is Killer who answers "Nightmare is a god of Restoration!" he nuzzles Nightmare and nightmare just looks grumpy but doens't turn away from the attention.

Ink frowns as he thinks "So... we are going to meet the other gods now?"

Blue nods as he smiles at him "That is the plan! Can you come with as extra support?"

Ink nods "sure!" He would follow Blue anywhere.

Blue smiles back.

Maybe this isn't a complete mess up just yet.

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[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

pup gang crime list:

threw a basketball at jakes head once because he is old

htrew a strawbebby on the ground and was kicking it. it wasnt alive

pup gang punishment:

the princess speaks very nastily to them. publically.

they are not allowed to show their faces around her

also they offered to give up their rights as candy citizens and go live with lemongrab and it was not fun. its not really a punishment but everyone around them was treating it as one and they offered to take it so long as pb paid their mothers. i want to mention it.

marshmallow kid crime list:

set themselves on fire regularly to run at their enemies and then leave their melty skin on the ground

swindle over 500 dollars every day

fight the other kids off their street corners

scrape food off the ground and bring it to the charity orphanage sale

marshmallow kid punishment

camping with finn

encouragement to go to school which they accept delightedly

[toffeebrews]

I'm saying this before I forget it but hearing I got people to appreciate characters more or even consider them more because of my art/posts is the highest compliment. I just didn't ever think my art would have that type of influence over anyone. Thanks <3

[weirdghostcat]

It's getting warmer, then colder, then warmer, then colder... At this point, it's just torture and I hate it (╥﹏╥)

Papyrus' "fuck"-day is so silly, It's hilarious that the fandom still does it

[bigboobshaunt]

Not really a complaint per se but if you asked me before DR3+4 dropped, I would have definitely have guessed that Noelle would have become a permanent party member by ch 4 at the latest. It's looking to me that this is becoming increasingly unlikely to ever become the case and that's a little disappointing, but I trust the writing to deliver regardless.

[sonknuxadow]

genuinely the sonic and shadow generations thing sounds so fake but everyone keeps talking about it as if its real so i have no idea how to feel about it . i mean its not that i think its impossible but this whole thing sounds like something people would say when theyre just making shit up and calling it a leak

[lovinggreeniehours]

every time ur f/o list updates i scroll through it with a magnifying glass and try to figure out what changed and i NEVER do

OH MY GOD HFDHGDH LISTEN THOUGH THE FACT THAT YOU NOTICED IT CHANGED AT ALL,,,, KUDOS 😭 😭 😭 I TRIED TO BE SO QUIET LMAO

[lucabyte]

Purrgatorio Update ~ The Mall

The last of the backfilled updates, this lives between Webcrawler and Hanging Out. After this... is uncharted territory.

[fuckdamn]

everytime i’m faced with wild overt misogyny that’s just platformed like it’s nothing i remind myself that people don’t actually have to feel this way about women. men are fully capable of treating women like human beings and viewing them as such. “but socialization but male fantasies but patriatchy speaks through us even when we don’t recognize it” sure but actually regardless there exist men who are fundamentally not raging misogynists and they generally seem happier and better adjusted. misogyny to me isn’t disappointing because “oh i can’t believe Men, as an essentialized category of person, are like this” it’s disappointing because people make the choice to be like this. “it’s my biological imperative as a man to dominate you” okay well it’s my biological imperative as a freaky bitch to dominate you so what now. what biological imperative is making you comment “onlyfans detected opinion rejected” on every picture of any attractive woman. i think i will always be understood by most people as a woman and i’m learning to accept that and trying to like it but misogyny makes me feel very trapped of course. but misogyny is a choice. which means some people make the choice to be misogynistic which is profoundly frustrating. but many other people choose not to be actively misogynistic and i believe anyone could choose not to be actively misogynistic if they wanted. so it’s a whole thing

[nyxi-pixie]

always forget people are just rude in public bookmarks. crazy behaviour

[freaky-flawless]

This is random as hell, but I've had the urge to share this bit of writing I did back in...2020? Maybe?

It was back right when I started getting really into MH, I think the same year I started my collection. It's just a random snippet from a very vague fic idea I had. It was meant to be Toradeen, but it was back when I was on the fence about who I actually shipped Clawdeen with. And then after writing it I realized I that I really liked how I wrote Clawdeen and Cleo's dynamic.

I can't give much context since I didn't have a very fleshed out idea of what was going on. Basically Clawdeen is torn up inside after realizing she has a crush on Toralei, and this is her confessing it to Cleo.

In the bathroom, Clawdeen ran to one of the sinks and splashed some cold water on her face, a true testament of the power of her waterproof mascara. The water did little to quell the burning in her cheeks, but it helped clear her mind a little.

Maybe running out of the Creepateria like that hadn’t been such a good idea…In fact, maybe it made her look even more suspicious. She sighed softly, though it came out sounding more like a growl. She glared at herself in the mirror, silently reprimanding herself.

Get a hold of yourself ghoul! She demanded, her golden eyes fierce and threatening. Whatever this is…crush or no crush, do not let her get to you! Get her out of your mind!

She almost laughed out loud at herself. No matter how much she’d tried all through the weekend, Toralei had remained at the forefront of her thoughts. Through dinner with her family, through shopping at the Maul with her sister, through nightly phone-chats with the other ghouls. It was a miracle that she’d been able to keep it to herself for as long as she had. At any mention or sight of that snarky feline an intense pressure would build in her chest and threaten to burst from her mouth. The only way she figured to manage it for the time being was to keep her mouth shut and avoid the topic of Toralei, as well as the ghoul herself, at all costs. Which proved to be more difficult in practice than in theory.

She started suddenly at the sound of the bathroom door opening. She quickly turned the faucet in front of her on and ran her hands in the stream, to make it seem as though she’d just finished actually using the bathroom.

“Clawdeen?” Cleo’s shrill voice rang out much louder than it needed to. The bejeweled mummy walked into view, and upon seeing her friend, placed her hands on her hips with a scowl on her face, silently demanding the wolf explain herself. Clawdeen caught her eye and shrugged as she shut the water off and made her way to the paper towel dispenser.

“What? Can’t a ghoul use the bathroom in peace?”

Cleo scoffed, and rolled her eyes. “Oh, please Clawdeen. I don’t need any of my father’s idols to see that your hiding something.”

Clawdeen avoided her friend’s icy glare. “Hiding something?” she asked, her voice notably higher pitched than normal. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Her arms dropping to her sides, Cleo’s expression changed from one of suspicion to one of sympathy. She sighed, very obviously not used to expressing her softer side.

“Deenie,” she began, and Clawdeen’s shoulders stiffened at the sound of her nickname, something Cleo rarely called her. She tensed even more upon Cleo. gently placing her hands on her arms in a soothing gesture.

“C’mon,” She continued. “You’ve been acting strange for days now. It’s not like you to be so quiet and secretive.”

Clawdeen said nothing, her ears drooping slightly. It wasn’t like Cleo to be so…considerate of others. She must have done a pretty terrible job pretending to be fine if even Cleo was concerned. She hesitated but managed to turn and face her friend. Cleo De Nile may have been a lot of things, snobby, self-centered and a million other less than savory traits. Above all though, she was a drop-dead loyal friend.  She may have been known to spread rumors for her own personal gains, but still  kept secrets better than anyone Clawdeen knew.

“Alright, ya got me,” she relented in a low tone. “Something has been bugging me. But um…” She paused as the temperature in the bathroom dropped. “…it’s not safe to talk about in here.”

“Spectra!” Cleo shouted angrily. “Is no place sacred?”

The ghostly ghoul’s head emerged through one of the stall doors. “Sorry,” her echoey voice rang out. “The way Clawdeen ran out of lunch like that for sure seemed like it would make a juicy stor-“ She cut herself off upon receiving deathly glares from the other two. “Never mind. I’ll just leave…” With that she ducked back into the stall, and presumably through the wall outside the bathroom.

Clawdeen sighed, her whole-body sagging. This day had already been deathly exhausting. She couldn’t wait for the bell to ring so she could go home and sulk to herself, and maybe even come up with some sort of solution. However, in the present…

Cleo grabbed one of her wrists. “Come,” she beckoned softly. “We can talk in the Catacombs. Spectra won’t float a single finger down there since Operetta convinced her there was a ghost devouring artifact down there.” She paused to let out a high-pitched laugh. “Imagine that! Oh, if only…” She glanced at Clawdeen and cleared her throat loudly once seeing the less than humored expression on her face. “As I was saying…”

“Where are the other ghouls?” Clawdeen asked, suddenly becoming aware of their lack of presence with slight surprise. Normally when one of them ran to hide in the bathroom, they’d all make a point to follow close behind in support.  Where were they?

“Hmm? Oh…” Cleo’s expression soured. “Back in the Creepetria. Just after you left, Toralei started up some petty trouble. The other’s stayed behind to keep her in line so to speak. Now stop dawdling! We obviously have some important business to attend to.”

With that the two left the bathroom together, a growing feeling of dread solidifying in Clawdeen’s stomach.

“So…” Cleo dusted off a dusty pillar before perching herself upon it. “Let’s talk.  What’s been on your mind?”

Clawdeen stood a few feet away kicking at bits of rubble that had crumbled from one of the old statues. She raised her head suddenly, having not been paying attention. “Huh?”

“What’s been bothering you,” Cleo repeated. “We’ve already climbed all the way down here, there’s no backing out on telling me now.”

Wanna bet? Clawdeen thought ruefully, knowing full well that she could out-run Cleo any day, in any type of shoe-wear. She contemplated it a bit, but ultimately dropped the idea as she gazed at Cleo’s patient expression in the near complete darkness. She stood perfectly still for a few moments, then approached the pillar to sit on it beside her friend. The two sat in silence for a few moments.

“Clawdeen,” Cleo said softly. “I sat in a tomb for thousands of years. I can wait all day…”

“No, I know, I’m not…” She growled in frustration. “I just don’t know how to say it! I don’t want you to think of me differently, or like I…betrayed you in some way…”

Cleo perked up. “Clawdeen whatever it is I’m sure it’s not that serious. And even if it is, I doubt I’ll feel betrayed.” There was a humored lilt to her tone, which made Clawdeen feel just a bit better.

I better just spit it out she thought begrudgingly. Get it over with already…I can’t keep this to myself much longer anyway. She took a deep breath, even deeper than she’d take when she was preparing for a long howl.

“Okay…You know how me and Toralei got paired up to work on that project for Mr. Rotter’s class?”

“Ugh, how could I forget?” Cleo sneered. “I felt so bad, I was worrying about you all weekend.” She gasped. “Did she do something to you? I swear to Ra, if she so much as-!”

“No.” Clawdeen interjected. “She did nothing at all. That was the weirdest part.  We met up at the Coffin-Bean since neither of us wanted to work on it at either of our homes and…”

She trailed off, not really sure how to proceed. Cleo narrowed her eyes. “And…?”

“…And it was actually kinda…fun?”

Silence engulfed them once more, though this time blanketed in shock. Even in the darkness Clawdeen could see Cleo’s mouth hung open in surprise. Seemingly coming down from her initial shock she simply uttered, “Well that’s…good…Right?”

Clawdeen was quiet for a moment. Then she buried her head in her hands in utter anguish. She groaned loudly.  “It was good! It was too good…We shopped together, and played some dumb arcade games…We even pranked these guys that kept hitting on us…Cleo I…”

She raised her head and stared into Cleo’s eyes with the intensity of the sun.  Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of her.”

Cleo stared back, and Clawdeen could see the gears turning in her mind. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her mouth, her eyes growing wide with shock with the realization of what her friend was trying to say.

“Clawdeen,” she said in a low voice. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Clawdeen hesitated. Then she nodded curtly, averting her eyes to the ground. “I…think so.”

Cleo jumped up, her hands covering her face as she began to pace frantically.

“Clawdeeeen! Clawdeeen,” she wailed despairingly. “Are you saying you might have a crush on her? Toralei Stripe, the ghoul who has sabotaged the fear squad on multiple occasions?”

Clawdeen nodded apprehensively.

“The ghoul who’s tried to get you expelled several times? The ghoul who spread a rumor that you had carnivorous fleas so she could strengthen her chances of becoming Scream Queen?”

“Cleo that was you.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Cleo collapsed against the side of the pillar and began to fan her face dramatically with her hand. “How could this happen? How could you possibly have any feelings for her? Other than raging hatred?”

“I don’t know!” Clawdeen dropped her head into her lap, her entire form sagging. “I don’t know…”

Tension sat thick in the must atmosphere of the catacombs. Clawdeen breathed heavily into her hands, not allowing the tears to flow. She should’ve kept her big mouth shut. She could only imagine how Cleo felt about her now. And she was right. From the start of high school, Toralei had been their biggest enemy, trying to get them in trouble, or pranking them, spreading rumors, blackmailing. Yes, she absolutely should hate that scheming feline’s guts and yet…

An image of Toralei’s playful smirk flashed in her mind, making her feel ill.

With her head still pressed to her hands in her lap, she could feel Cleo draw close and sit back down beside her. She sighed and placed a hand on the distressed wolf’s back.

“I’m sorry for freaking out.  It’s just…” She began to fiddle with the bandages on her arms.  “I can’t wrap my head around any of this!”

Clawdeen scoffed and laughed inwardly, the sound muffled by her hands. “Yeah, welcome to the club.”

“Right…no one feels worse about this than you.” Cleo sat back, closing her eyes in thought. “Well…it is just a crush. Crushes don’t mean all that much really. Though the not being able to stop thinking about her is a bit concerning…”

Clawdeen raised her head at this, her face burning severely. Even the cold musty air of the Catacombs couldn’t cool her cheeks. Thankfully it was dark enough that Cleo couldn’t see. Though she seemed too consumed by her own thoughts to notice.

The bedazzled mummy clapped suddenly, the sound echoing through the barren undergrounds and causing Clawdeen to jump. She smiled warmly at her friend, having seemingly come to some sort of conclusion.

“You know, it’s really no matter,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Crushes always start off strong in the beginning and tend to taper off as time goes by. Besides! As soon as you see her acting like her regular conniving self, I’m sure your feelings for her will go away in no time!” She sighed, satisfied. Then turned to the wolf, her face serious once more. “Until then, I advise you to avoid her as much as you can.”

Clawdeen gazed up at her and nodded frantically. That made sense. It all made sense. She may have had a nice time with the werecat that one time, but Toralei still wasn’t a nice ghoul. Surely this attraction, or whatever it was would fade as soon as she pulled her next prank or hurled her next venomous insult at one of the werewolf’s friends.

Cleo, standing now, began to tap her chin, thoughtfully. “Now that I think about it, I wonder how Toralei feels. What are the odds she likes you right back?”

Clawdeen’s face blanched and she swayed slightly where she sat. That…hadn’t occurred to her. No, that would be insane. Toralei was a flirt, but only with the drop-dead gorgeous dudes around the school, and still then typically only when they were new kids that had no knowledge of her track-record. Besides, even if her feelings were somehow reciprocated it didn’t matter. With their history and their reputations, it couldn’t work…

“Well I’m just saying,” Cleo stated, disrupting Clawdeen’s distressed reverie. “I mean, there had to some reason she was so nice to you. Otherwise-“

“It doesn’t matter,” Clawdeen growled, standing rigidly. “It’s so not happening. Like you said, this crush will fade in no time.”  Her face darkened, the muscles behind tight. “And if it doesn’t, I’ll find a way to make it.”

With that she turned on her heel and made her way back to the dilapidated stone staircase that lead back up to the school.  She could hear Cleo’s heels clacking swiftly behind her, trying to catch up. Guilt began to settle in her stomach, and she turned just as Cleo caught up to her.

“Look Cleo I’m…Thank you. For this. It’s been a rough few days, but you’ve made me feel loads better about it all…Like maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing.” She gave her friend a warm toothy smile. 

The mummy returned it, then waved her jeweled hand dismissively. “Oh, it’s absolutely nothing. What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t there for you? But just to be sure…” She dropped her voice. “You…don’t want me to tell the other ghouls about this, correct?”

“No,” Clawdeen intoned. She’d forgotten all about the others. “If things go well, they have no reason to know in the first place. And you know how much of a gossip Lala is, everyone in school would know instantly. So, let’s just…keep quiet about it for now.”

Cleo nodded in agreement. “Right- it’s for the best.”

[astral-catastrophe]

anyway my lesbian situationships are so funny to me

Failed because I wasn’t a man with a dick

Failed because I didn’t subscribe to the cult we were raised in. l

Failed because I was the right person, but my plans for beating geography (going to a new country) weren’t enough

[little-whats-her-name]

"I can't hear you over the sound of the eight billion glasses and plates clinking, and the very high possibility that I'm going to lose my job, and the fact that everyone at this charity dinner hates me but we have to act nice to each other, and the weird lighting in this room, and these fucking Spanx!" - Katherine Hastings, probably