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some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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starting today.. you are a royal guard!

swap x dust

fluff

a / n : some words ( spec. dialogue ) may be accidentally not color coded , apologies ! oh and swap is slightly mean in this as a result of his AU basically being destroyed in UNDERVERSE .

⚠️ this work is written by pupz ⚠️

“121.. 122.. 123..” the royal guard in training grunted out as he lowered his body down to the ground in time with his counting. somehow, he was struggling with such a simple workout which is very strange since he’s practically the strongest in the underground of his AU. well, he wouldn’t be struggling right now if there was a certain someone on his back right now. “c’mon blue. how are you gonna be my knight in shining armor if you can’t do a simple push up?” dust snicked as he sat comfortably on top of the latter’s back as swap did his pushups. to be honest, he doesn’t really care about swap getting that position in being a royal guard. obviously, he’s gonna support his boyfriend anyway that he can but he doesn’t understand why he’s so determined about it.

suddenly, swap felt a very noticeable change in dust’s weight that caused him to collapse from being caught off guard. blue magic? seriously? “d-dust! i’m gonna kill you..!” swap grunted out as he struggled underneath dust’s blue magic. “oh noo! gravity is crushing.. down on me..” dust lied dramatically as he snickered at the way the royal guard in training struggled against the heaviness of his blue magic. “no itsss nott!” “it is too, babe. same thing happened yesterday.” dust defended his obvious lie when he recalls the way he forced swap to stay home so he wouldn’t go to work by clinging onto him and holding him down with blue magic. dust chucked at swap struggle as he finally let up.

“124 pushups. proud of you, baby.” dust praised as he leaned forward and pressed his teeth against swap’s skull as a small kiss. “you’re horrible.” swap grumbled as he sat up which made dust fall off his back, making the latter chuckle. “awee, poor babyy.” dust cooed as he wrapped his arms around swap’s neck. “ugh, you stink. when was the last time you showered, dust?” “why do you always ruin a good moment.” dust rolled his eyelights at the comment. burying his skull into the blue fabric of swap’s scarf, smelling the familiar scent of cigarette smoke from papyrus and the smell of cologne. it was comforting to say the least.

“i just wanna hold you.. you’re always trainin’, we barely get to see each other. you don’t even call me anymore.. i miss you, blue.” dust admitted as he tightened his hold on swap slightly. swap had to admit, he was being neglectful. it’s not like it’s his intention, he’s just so busy with everything that he barely has time for dust anymore. “i know, i’m sorry. i just..” swap sighs as he left his sentence unfinished, not knowing how to excuse his actions. “just stay with me.. that’s all i need. please?” “of course, sweetheart.”

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“swaaappp! i’m hungryy.”dust whined, keeping his arms wrapped around the smaller’s waist. dipping his head into swap’s shoulder as he waited patiently impatiently for swap to finish up cooking dinner for the both of them. “if you get off, it’ll go much faster.” dust grumbled as he stayed put. “just make sure it’s yummy.” “are you doubting me?” dust let out a small laugh as he pressed small kisses to the sides of swap’s skull. “nah.” swap smiled at the affectionate kisses as he let the meat sit in the pan to cook.

“love you, blue.” “i love you too, dust.”

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how yall feel about errorreaper 🤑 also ! reqs open i need some ideas pretty plzplz

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skate into my heart

“babes, you gotta let go-“

“to hell with that!” fell retorted as he kept a death grip on fresh’s sleeves, his body shaking as he stood awkwardly on the skateboard that decorated in various stickers and covered in colourful graffiti. to be honest, he doesn’t even know how fresh managed to get him to do this. “keep tensin’ like dat n’ yer gonna get a charlie horse, ya dig?” “i’m bout to give ya a charlie horse if you keep playin’ with me.” fell threatened that made fresh laugh.

keeping his free hand on the latter’s back to support him, he gently guided him through the process of riding a skateboard. and while he was trying to be as supportive as he can, fresh couldn’t help but giggle a little when he would teasingly let go of fell. “fell, babygirl, it ain’t even dat hard. ya just gotta loosen up, ya get what i mean?” fresh instructed while walking with fell, who was as stiff as a statue on the board. “fu- funk no.” fell replied.

fresh snickered when he censored fell’s foul mouth, “ya know i gotcha, dollface. look, see? ya got it.” fresh praised as he subtly loosened his grip on fell to try and build up his confidence. fell kept his eyelights glued to his shoes as he wobbled a little bit. “this lame as fu- funk.” “brah, no it’s not. its very bodacious.” fresh defended with the writing on his glasses changing to the word ‘radical’, soon his hand that was on fell’s back moved away, however fell was still clinging onto his sleeves for dear life. “ya gon make us fall, babes.” “if im goin’ down, ya comin’ with me.” fresh snickered as he continued walking a bit with fell before he gave him a little push.

“ya doin’ great!” fresh called out after fell as he watched him skate down the street, pulling out his phone and snapping a quick photo of him, giggling to himself. meanwhile, fell was slowly gaining confidence in riding as he straightened up his back as let his body do what felt natural, still stiff as hell as the speed of the board picked up. “fresh? fresh!” fell called out that made the latter look up from his phone, causing fresh to immediately run after his boyfriend who was going fast as hell down the street. “baby, break!” “how!?”

fresh panted, using his magic to teleport closer towards fell, unable to get exactly where he was because his focus was torn between two things; the coordinates of where he needs to go and trying to get fell to break before he hurt himself. “your foot! no-! your other foot!” fresh yelled out, chasing after the other. he knew he should’ve worn his heelies.

successfully, fresh managed to gain enough focus to teleport in front of fell. however, his calculations were a little off because as soon as he landed, fell had crashed into him. the impact knocked the damn wind out of him as he made contact with the gravel of the street, the graffiti covered skateboard hitting him in the shin as his arms instinctively wrapped around fell’s body to try and break his fall.

“diggity dang, dude.. you good..?” fresh asked, his voice strained as he lifted his head up to see fell holding onto him for dear life with his skull buried in his jacket. “never again.” “agreed.” fresh let out a huff, giving fell one last squeeze. “i shoulda recorded dat- ow!” fresh yelped when he felt a punch to his ribs.

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scary? my god, you’re divine..

“cr..oss..”

the bigger skeleton murmured, lifting his face up from cross’ chest with his red eyelight glowing and slowly dilating at the sight of the other, who was half-listening to the t.v. that played in the background. “what’s up, baby?” replied cross, rubbing the latter’s back as he turned his attention towards horror. “w..would ya- would ya..-“ “horror. slow down, it’s okay.” cross’ patience made him

nod slowly, the fracture in his skull that damaged his speech and his mental state had messed up the way he communicated with everyone permanently. often, his words would come out fast to the point where it was unrecognizable.

nightmare, was too busy or rather, didn’t care enough to try and help. killer would poke fun at him. and dust tried a little to help horror with communication. but he quickly got bored and annoyed at the realization how long it actually took to aid him. cross, a new addition to the team but was here before horror, was the only one with a kind enough soul to help him. cross stood by him, helping him with his writing, his vocabulary, and his spelling. he stood by horror for who knows how long, helping him improve everyday.

horror wasn’t dumb, by any means, oblivious maybe, but he wasn’t exactly stupid. but when you’re struck in the skull by a spear that leaves a huge gap, it obviously damages your daily life. to horror, cross was like an angel sent from the heaven gates. as exaggerated as it sounds, it was true. with just that simple act of kindness in this miserable life that was filled with nothing but anguish and misery all through his life, he finally found something worth keeping alive for ( bye this sentence is so corny ). “would.. ya like.. me more.. if i was.. normal..?” the question made cross tilt his head to the side.

“horror, baby, what are you asking? what does ‘normal’ mean?” cross asked gently, rubbing his hand up and down horror’s back. “like.. not like.. this..” horror mumbled, pointing towards the gaping fracture in his skull that was beyond repair. oh. *oh*. it took a few minutes for it to click, his hands immediately going up to cup the sides of horror’s skull, trying to think of the words that horror needed to hear. “horror.. why do you think you need to change for me to like you more? you’re perfect in my eyes and-“ “yer still scared of.. me..” that made cross pause for a moment.

thinking that he got over his fear of horror, he would still flinch a little whenever horror would call out his name in that husky and low, or when he would awkwardly shift side to side when he truly realized how much bigger horror is. though, it’s not easy to get over a fear so quickly, in general it’s not easy to not be afraid at all. he barely had time to adjust to his new life here under the orders of nightmare and just a month ago, horror joins the team. how could he *not* be a little scared?

“i’ll be honest with you, horror. yes, i am still scared of you.” that sentence alone made horror drop his head back into cross’ chest in defeat. “but not for the reasons you think..! you’re scary in ways that admirable, y’know? like your uh, strength for example. and your body too! it’s a little intimidating but it’s you, isn’t it? that’s why to me, you’re perfect.” although cross’ comforting skills were..not the greatest in the whole world, it made horror feel better. he may not got the brains like cross but he’ll use his brawn to protect cross. even if it costs him his soul. “th.. thank y.. you.” seeing horror a little happy made cross feel better as he leaned down to gently press his teeth against horror’s skull. “you’re welcome, bud. i love you.” “i love.. you.. more..”