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*chants* Speed-write, speed-write, speed-write, speed-write-

I swear the Day 5 & 6 fics are on the works,,,,, I’m juggling between writing Frans and studying for exams (which starts tomorroW)

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Are we going to do like previous years and have some extra time to get the art done? University is really kicking my butt.

We will accept submissions until the end of the month ! ^^ 

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At this rate, I might publish 1 day late later than expected

S-see you on 15 20 February :’)

I swear the Day 5 & 6 fics are on the works,,,,, I’m juggling between writing Frans and studying for exams (which starts tomorroW)

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New Year’s Eve

FRANSWEEK 2019 - Day 5: Special Event

A/N: I’m trying not to cry because I am rushing everything;;;

Words: 1300.

Warnings: Other ships (Tori/Asgore, Alphyne, Papyton) but this is Frans-centric, I swear.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

People and monsters alike scurried about and tried to ready the event floor before the guests arrived. One of them was Frisk, the human ambassador of the monsters, who was one of the guests-of-honour, in an attempt to better the relationship between humans and monsters.

It had been 3 months since monsterkind settled down alongside humans, and the journey had been rocky. The council accepted Frisk as the only one qualified to represent the monsters. A month of countless negotiations, projects and papers were duties that Frisk needed to tend to. As the sole ambassador, they’ve also been overseeing the integration of monsters into society, which meant random interviews from both parties. Frisk was – and still is – a very determined person. Combining that with the humongous workload meant they were constantly working themselves to the bone.

Not that Frisk could feel it, but the worried stares and advices from their friends to take a break reminded them. It was bad enough that Frisk had slept in a bus on the way home from work, and ended up in a completely different area than what they were accustomed to. By the start of the second month, it was arranged that everyone would help Frisk in every possible way. Papyrus would bring them food and drive them to work, Toriel and Asgore would help with diplomatic relations and other monster-related topics, while Alphys and Undyne kept them safe from less-than-cooperative individuals. When all has been said and done, Frisk would find Sans waiting for them outside of the building and they would take a shortcut home.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

Today was no different, with the exception that it was New Year’s Eve, and Frisk had to work overtime, while their friends made sure the event ran smoothly in their stead. The event was overnight and it made Frisk want to go home with their friends and spend a relaxing evening together. However, Frisks’ burning curiosity held them in place. They had no clue how everyone looked like in fancy clothing, and they had no clue how everyone acted then they were absolutely smashed. Either way, it would prove the event to be interesting and Frisk hadn’t had fun for a long while. With renewed energy, they continued to fix themselves up for a certain monster.

Frisk stood outside of the hall, waiting for the cue to be called into the area, then they stepped in. All eyes were on them, but their eyes were searching for someone else to no avail. Slightly disappointed, yet not surprised that Sans was absent, Frisk internally reprimanded themselves that they should’ve known better. Sans wasn’t one for parties, let alone being in a formal setting. It didn’t match with his easy-going personality. They politely made small talk and greeted guests who approached them as they made their way to their friends.

“Oh, my child! You look stunning! Is that not that right, Asgore?” Toriel nudged Asgore who nodded.

“Punk! Not bad! I thought you’d be coming here in your boring work clothes.” Undyne clapped their back as a form of a congratulation for being cool.

“U-Undyne, they’re one of the special guests. They have to dress up, like in one of those anime ball scenes.”

“Thank you, everyone. Where’s the rest?” Frisk really wanted to know where Sans was.

“Papyrus is trying to get the ‘fruit punch’. We thought we had to punch the fruits but it turned out that it was the name for the juice!”

“M-Mettaton is one of the performers so he might be backstage.”

“I am not sure where Sans is. He was not with Papyrus when he walked in. Maybe he thought the event didn’t suit him.”

Well, there goes their plan for Sans. Frisk knew Toriel was trying to cheer them up because she knew of their feelings for the comedic skeleton. “I thought so. It doesn’t tie well with his personality. Thanks for letting me know.”

“NYEH! CAN’T I GO ONE DAY WITHOUT YOUR INSUFFERABLE PUNS?” Papyrus chimed in as he brought them refreshments.

“’fraid not. Thanks for the drinks.” Frisk took one gulp to realise it was champagne. They really needed that or they won’t survive the night.

“Ugh, punk. I’m not gonna lie that this is boring. Is there something else other than waiting for the clock to turn to midnight?”

“There’s a tradition of kissing the first person you see or your datemate at midnight.”

“K-kissing?” Alphys blushed and peeked at Undyne, who winked at her in return. Frisk smiled. Toriel and Asgore went rigid. Frisk quickly continued.

“I don’t know the reason why but I think it’s a way of saying that you want to start the year with them. But some people choose to not do it, even if they’re single or not.” At this, they visibly relaxed.

“OH WOWIE! SHARING A KISS ON THE FIRST DAY OF THE YEAR!”

“That was… interesting to learn. Thank you for telling us, my child.” Toriel watched their reaction as Frisks’ smile dropped a little.

“No problem.” Frisk started to feel uncomfortable. “I think I’ll get something to eat.”

Frisk left, unsure how to handle the sudden gaping loneliness in their chest. They quickly headed for the balcony, their role abandoned. They took a deep breath to look up at the sky. There weren’t many stars compared to the first time Frisk showed Sans. Besides, their beloved star wasn’t there with them. They took out their phone, and their fingers flew across the screen and hovered over Sans’ number. Looking up, it indicated that it was 11:45PM, and it steeled their decision to call him.

“did you miss me?”

Frisk spun around and they realised they were so screwed. Who knew Sans looked good in suits? Frisk felt themselves burn. They were unsure if it was the champagne they had earlier or Sans in a suit had an effect on them. They tried to find their voice.

“I missed you.” Sans grinned even wider. Under the dim lighting, the blue tint dusting his cheeks went unnoticed. “I was starting to think you weren’t coming at all.”

“well, here i am. uh, I hope you didn’t wait long.”

“I was alone for the most of the event so I don’t know... How about we make up for lost time?” Frisk teased, a sly smile on their face.

“we have all night, what do you want?” Frisk thought for a while before they grabbed his arm.

“what are you doing?”

“Shut up and dance with me!” Frisk grinned, swaying to the music.

“if the lady says so, your wish is my command.”

Peals of laughter falls from Frisks’ lips as they danced in the garden, both of them soon realised that they couldn’t dance and instead made up their own dance along the way. They were so immersed in their own world that they didn’t realise they went far into the garden. Frisk didn’t care. They had Sans with them. A loud shout from the hall, pulled them both out of their trance. Breathless, Frisk shushed Sans and listened intently.

Five.

Frisks’ face lightened up. “Oh! They’re counting down!”

Four.

Sans became confused. “what’s important about that?”

Three.

“You’ll see. Just look at me first.”

Two.

Sans obliged.

One.

Frisk smashed their lips against Sans.

A loud bang overhead made Frisk pull away. The fireworks bathed both of them in light, painting them in different colours, and to Frisk, it couldn’t be any more perfect in that moment when they were both in each other’s arms. Frisk might as well have confessed right then and there, but they think they’ve conveyed it well enough because Sans was staring at them the same way they did on the night they saw the stars together on top of Mount Ebott.

“Happy New Year, Sans.”

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I swear the Day 5 & 6 fics are on the works,,,,, I’m juggling between writing Frans and studying for exams (which starts tomorroW)

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Sky.

FRANSWEEK 2019 - Day 4: Sky

A/N: This was alternatively titled as “a sky full of stars (yet you shine brighter)”. With this, the arc is coming to a close. Also, this was late??? //sweats// At first I went “how tf do you write this?? I have no ideas coming to me at all??? What.” and then I slept straight the moment I had my dinner. I’m,,, sorry.

Words: 1270

Warnings: Slight spoilers, canon-divergent, OOC Sans?? Damn it :^)

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

Sans was content where he was. Everything was perfect the way it was. No resets. That’s all he could’ve asked for. In return, he respected Frisks’ questionable decisions. Like, say, to stay in the Underground, or to ask each monster what they secretly hoped for in the future. It didn’t matter much because what mattered most (to him) was that the never-ending loop of a nightmare had ended ages ago. All the past mess was history and he could finally let up a little, which led to him having more time with his thoughts.

It led to Sans finding himself wishing for something more than what he had.

It was a dangerous thought, to say the least, but he couldn’t help but let his train of thought go on a wild ride. He was teeming with questions, but only one stuck to him the most, and there was only one who knew the answer.

“what do real stars look like?”

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

He had asked Frisk one day during a casual stroll. He had heard stories from Frisk about the surface, but never once did Frisk tell them about the stars. Frisk stopped, arms crossed and deep in thought, and they looked up at him. Sans had caught a brief flash of determination in their eyes that day and they gave a vague answer. Sans knew there was more to it and would pester them with the same question at any given chance, and they would compare it with the faux-night the Waterfall gave.

“It’s like the crystals, reflecting light on the ceiling.”

“Nothing much. They’re just dots.”

“They look like glitter.”

Each and every response left him with a disappointed sigh and a resigned smile that promised that he would ask them again later, but the nagging feeling was too much to bear. It left a bad taste in his SOUL and him in a foul mood. So, he found himself retaliate with a low voice after Frisk answered in the same way like all the previous times.

“that’s fine. we’re not leaving this place anyways.”

He considered himself lucky that Frisk had taken it in stride and had known that he hadn’t meant to sound mildly abrasive.

“It’s easy to describe, but I can’t tell you how it really feels.” They told him. “Experiencing is different from knowing... but I can tell you that the stars twinkle at night. They aren’t always white; they sparkle blue and gold sometimes. They come in clusters or in units. Sometimes they aren’t there at all.”

Ever since that day, he had tried to imagine how it’d took like to the best of his ability, but he would only see the crystals reflect light. It was difficult to imagine, since they were underground, and the concept was all wrong when he told Frisk how he thought the stars would look like. They would react with a soft chuckle and correct his perspective.

“You know, Sans, you remind me of the stars.” A look of confusion settled on his face.

“i’m a flaming hot ball of gas that radiates energy? i’m flattered that you think that i’m hot but i’m made of bones. Paps is the one with the energy.” Frisk snorted.

“No! It’s just...” They trailed off. “Nevermind.”

“hey, that isn’t fair. you have to tell me. i want to know what you’re about to say.”

“Maybe later? It’s embarrassing to say it.”

“you’d better or i’ll make you say it sooner or later.” Frisk grinned.

This went on for a while until Sans wasn’t able to find them.

He berated himself for not acting sooner. During the times they hung out together, Frisk hadn’t been physically there because a look into their tired faraway eyes told him everything. Once, he found them staring off into space while their nice cream melted, but he had shrugged it off, and thought that they didn’t have enough sleep like him when they were–

Right.

He was supposed to be looking for Frisk, not reminisce about their cuddle sessions after a bad nightmare. He tried going to their favourite places, calling them, shouting their name in empty areas but he was always met with silence and a dashed hope. He enlisted help from his friends but the search was still ongoing. The Underground was a small area and there wasn’t much places for Frisk to go to.

Amid the dizzying maelstrom of emotions, he vaguely remembered taking a shortcut to the Judgement Hall, where he staggered, the violent journey through the Void left him winded. It was dangerous to travel in an unstable state when he didn’t have a clear image of where he was going. He could’ve gotten lost in the Void and never come back. That was the last thing that he wanted. He thanked his lucky stars that the consequence he only had to face this time was exhaustion and disorientation.

Then he saw a lone bracelet on the ground.

He lunged for it. It was what Sans gave Frisk to ground themselves after a bad ordeal when Sans wasn’t there, though its’ job extended further than that. They would remove and fiddle with it when they got anxious or got bored. The only conclusion Sans gathered was that Frisk had passed through and must’ve dropped it in a hurry. It meant they were heading for Asgore and the Barrier. A thundering of footsteps approached him.

“BROTHER, WE HAVE NO TIME TO LOSE.” Sans was picked up by Papyrus and he dashed off deeper into the hall. “WE THINK FRISK IS WITH ASGORE.”

‘oh kid, don’t tell me you’re planning to break the barrier with your soul.’

They burst through the gates to see everyone surrounding Frisk, who was wearing a red locket. Frisk spotted them immediately. Papyrus set him down to let him stand.

“frisk, you gave me a SOUL-attack when we couldn’t find you.”

He started to approach them, only to get snatched up by a large vine. Oh, did it hurt. The pain was blinding, it almost knocked Sans off. Through his hazy consciousness, a tiny yellow flower popped up from the ground, ranting off about how it was Frisks’ fault for making all of the Underground love them before initiating a FIGHT with them, filling the space with white light.

The next thing he knew, he was standing in front of the prettiest view he had ever seen. Frisk was right. It was beyond everything Sans could imagine. The sky reached far out; there were no walls that marked the end of it. The night sky was sprinkled with stars of varying brightness. He had no clue how long they were standing there until the sky started to turn lighter and hues of colour came to play out in slow motion, the sun peeking over the horizon.

It was more than what the Underground could possibly offer.

“I wanted to surprise you,” Sans took his eyes off the changing sky to see Frisk watching him. “You sounded so interested with them. So, I went to break the barrier to show you the stars, then you could see why you reminded me of them.”

Sans felt his SOUL flare with an indescribable emotion. “I know that monster souls are made of love, hope and compassion, but you’re a special case. I think you’re also made up of stardust.” Frisks’ honey-coloured eyes sparkled under the rays of dawn, a soft smile gracing their features, and they were positively glowing when they’re looking at him like he’s their–

“Because even with a sky full of stars, you shine the brightest among them all.”

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@fransweek Day 1- Dating Start!

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i saw that angsty day-3 submission i was like "ouch that hurt, who drew this" and then i look up and see your gotdamn baby lancer icon with the tiny tongue sticking out and im LOSING IT

Oh lawd he do a freckin mlem

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@fransweek Frans Week 2019 day #3 : Comfort.

Dying Frisk comforts their protector, Sans.

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Comfort.

FRANSWEEK 2019 - Day 3: Comfort

A/N: This was alternatively titled as “Rewind, Replay, Repeat”. A classic troupe that may or may not be overused haha :’)

Words: 935

Warnings: Slight spoilers, description of blood, lots of death, mentions of RESETs and routes. Overall bad time.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ — 

For a moment, Frisk wondered if they’ve truly gone insane.

Every time their SOUL shattered, they found themselves instantly LOAD, CONTINUE, and FIGHT Sans in the Judgement Hall. They tried leaving or to RESET, but could never do it, like they were forced to watch (or someone had taken control over their body) as they rushed towards Sans, just to miss and die by his hand.

But they promised! Frisk promised they wouldn’t reset, which means they promised they wouldn’t do anything involving them hurting monsters or turning the Underground into a killing ground. So why were they here to be judged? Frisk doesn’t know. All they knew was that they won’t kill Sans, and so, their SOUL shattered and they were forced to LOAD.

The single problem with LOADing many times was that the suffering from the previous LOAD lingered, like a phantom pain that appeared and eventually seemed like it never left. Even now, as Frisk dodged, jumped, and darted past waves of bone attacks, they could feel the stinging cuts, the broken nose, the burning hot flash of pain.

It’s alright. They could do this. Whoever was doing this will get bored, and will stop sooner or later.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

It didn’t stop. It never did.

173.

The number of times Frisk had died to Sans.

86.

The number of times the skeleton had died to them.

259.

The number of times the nightmare replayed.

Frisk is convinced that they’re in their own personal purgatory with no end in sight. It was fitting, they thought, considering the number of times they themselves have subjected the Underground through numerous repeats. The problem with watching both of them die over and over again was that the manner of how they died became repetitive, like a pattern. Like someone was rewinding the tape. They saw the different deaths Sans had inflicted on them, and them to him. Some were quick and painless. The other times were messy when the floor was slippery with blood and one of them died because they couldn’t care any less when they were so, so close.

Frisk had enough.

A drop of the knife and the red from their eyes disappeared in the middle of Sans’ attack. By the time Frisk had regained some semblance of control, a bone was imbedded into their side and they fell, in time to see the lights in Sans’ eye sockets shrink. Frisk realised they had shouted from the pain.

“kid?”

A groan of pain escaped their lips and they blinked wearily to look at Sans. A quick check from him and the stats answered his question. 2 different sets of stats flickered back and forth, as if they were trying to dominate each other. He doesn’t retract the bone.

“No time. Stop me. End it.” Sans glanced at Frisk before he dropped beside them and closed his eyes.

“kid, you’ll just come back and eventually finish me off. there’s no point.”

“No. No more,” Sans stayed silent. “No more killing. No more resets.”

“is that a promise?”

Frisk crosses their chest with a shaky finger, where their SOUL was.

Their SOUL shatters. Only to come back and slash at Sans, landing a hit across his chest and his SOUL crumbles into dust.

Frisk screamed.

It hurt. Their SOUL trembled. They fell into the ground, grasping at whatever was left of Sans and they refused. They refused to accept. Thus, the process rewinds, replays, and repeats. A cycle of death, betrayal, and pain.

Then Frisk found themselves staring at the ceiling.

Frisk sniffled in their sluggish state as their puffy eyes scanned the dim place and pulled themselves out of bed, trotting out of the room. They should’ve known better than to sleep. Weeks ago, they relived their memories to tell their promise to Sans. Ever since then, they’ve had night terrors, their mind torturing them at every chance. They haven’t slept in days, only to accidentally fall asleep while watching a rerun of a show on TV.

Judging by the spaghetti on the table, Frisk had missed breakfast and was alone in the house. A quick call was made and Sans blipped into the house. Whenever one of them had night terrors, they would call each other up and they would stay indoors, eat nice cream to calm down and then tell puns. It was very much a thing now.

“A skeleton cancelled the gallery showing of his skull-ptures because his heart wasn’t in it.”

“that’s a really good one. how ‘bout this: a skeleton ordered a cabernet wine with a full body because he didn’t have one.”

“That was clever. Try this: I know you play a trom-bone but when are you going to try playing a sax-a-bone?”

“sorry, kid. I don’t have the guts for it.”

“You’re a lazy bone.” Sans grinned.

“and you’re a bonehead.” Frisk broke first, laughing at the joke.

“We’re both numbskulls.” He beamed.

“you’re right,” Sans closed his eyes. “but you have to go to sleep soon. sounds disa-bone-ting, i know.”

Frisk wanted to protest but an idea formed in their head. “I will but only if you sleep too. Come on, you sack of bones, I know you’re tired. Like a skele-ton.”

“if you put it that way, guess I have no choice but to join you.”

They shifted on the couch and chose to lean against each other. Frisks’ breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, and felt better than before. Who could empathise better than Sans who went through the very same thing?

“…Thank you...”

For trusting me. For being here. For helping me.

“no problem.”

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Promise.

FRANSWEEK 2019 - Day 2: Promise

A/N: Eyy this is so much better than the first piece. I’m happy with this one. This was alternatively titled as “*clear/No more.” due to the change from sans to frisks’ perspectives.

Words: 640

Warnings: Slight spoilers, mentions of RESETS and the routes, canon-divergent, mentions of platonic/romantic ships

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

This was the longest timeline he was ever in.

At least, that’s what he felt.

No progress. No loads. No reset.

Through the previous timelines, even if Sans didn’t remember much, Frisk had been an open-book with their body language. Sans was able to pick up their subtle tell-tale signs, but he was no mind-reader. Why hasn’t Frisk progressed through the Underground or reset yet? He had once asked Frisk years ago, but they stayed silent and stared off in the distance.

He never pushed them into answering his question.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

Either way, the situation hasn’t changed much: the monsters were still in the Underground, no other humans fell or else Toriel would’ve told him, and Frisk still hasn’t reset. All this time they were busy with truly befriending everyone. They’ve even convinced Toriel to leave the door separating the Ruins and Snowdin open, only after Toriel was sure that Asgore wouldn’t kill another human child. From what he had heard, an agreement couldn’t be formed until Frisk decided to be the mediator for their stiff reunion. After their agreement, they were able to become friends and the rest was history. The kid did a really good job; Toriel and Asgore were friends, Alphys and Undyne were datemates… just to state a few.

The only other monsters they’ve not reached completely were the yellow flower and Sans, and with very good reason. Out of everyone, only they knew. How can Frisk explain themselves to someone who knows about their sins? How can they explain when they had always reset after the monsters were freed? How can they explain when they’ve dusted every monster in each timeline again and again? Frisk didn’t answer for their actions, and they certainly never did start answering. With that, it was difficult to trust the kid. Sans continued with the knowledge that: (1) Frisk will reset someday. (2) There was no point in trying. He had resigned himself to watch everything unfold a long time ago, and he won’t stop anytime soon. Now, he feels slightly unnerved with the game the kid was playing at.

No progress. No loads. No reset.

“I’m not resetting.” Sans was caught off guard when Frisk spoke up. He dared to look at them, only to find them staring at the rippling water of Waterfall.

“I’ve only LOAD from my SAVE points whenever something unexpected happens… I guess I got better at hiding the look of knowing in my eyes.” Frisk huffed as an attempt of a self-deprecating chuckle. “I’ve always tried to make sure that everything went perfectly well. I have to make this reset count because…” They trail off, catching on to the error they made.

A few moments pass. Sans was sure Frisk would stay silent like all the other times and he wouldn’t be any closer to the answer. He leaned back until his back hit the ground and found himself staring at the ceiling. The wavy light reflections made it seem like they’re underwater. They might as well be. Frisk quietly laid down beside him.

“I made a promise,” Frisk softly admitted, a slight strain in their voice. “To, uh, someone.”

Sans was fully attentive now. “From the previous timeline. To never RESET after this.”

Frisk remembered the wide grins, the crowded streets and the warmth. Everyone had been so kind to them. Everyone was their friend. Everyone loved them. What did Frisk repay everyone with? A LOVE-filled reset. The frustrated tears, the empty rooms and the sickly grey dust covering everything. Sticking to their clothes, their skin, their knife-

Frisk shifted in their spot, now uncomfortably tense. “Even if he doesn’t remember. I want to fulfil the promise I made.”

Frisk turned towards Sans with a twitch of a tired smile. Sans stays silent.

“And I’m fulfilling it now.”

No progress. No loads. No reset.

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Dating... Start?

FRANSWEEK 2019 - Day 1: Dating Start!

A/N: I am an embarrassment to myself. The story was supposed to explore on light-friendly-love. bUT the story ends just like that????? Please spare me. The next one is better, I promise,,,,,,

Words: 350

Warnings: None!

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

Even though Frisk had gone on a friend date with Papyrus a few weeks back, they had yet to have one with Sans. The ones at Grillby’s and MTT Resort doesn’t count because, in the end, Sans dished out warnings for the sake of his promise to Toriel. All Frisk did was nod and Sans would change the atmosphere with a light-hearted “welp, that’s all I have to say”, then leave them to contemplate with what to do next.

— ✦ ✧✦✧ ✦ —

Frisk was set on having an actual proper friend date with Sans, except that Sans was just too lazy to move from his post. They knew Sans went to Grillby’s in between breaks and goes home after work to read a bedtime story for Papyrus, which meant Sans had next to no time – not really, he has plenty of time – to go on a friend date with Frisk. That and his stubbornness to move him from his spot.

The few ideas they had so far was to have a picnic at his post, or if he did leave his post, to eat at Grillby’s. It sounded silly to Frisk but they were grasping for straws. They couldn’t think of anything else that might interest Sans and would make him go. (Again, not really, they knew plenty to make Sans interested, but not in a good way.)

A tap on their shoulder pulled them out of the reverie.

“heya kid, you alright? you look like you could use a snack. wanna join me? i’m going to grillby’s.” Oh, that works too. Why did Frisk even think hard about this in the first place? Sans was an easy monster to talk to.

A nod. A quiet stare. A brazen-look. That’s all it took for Sans to understand.

“if you insist. i guess i’ll have to leave my post behind…”

A shake of their head. A step forward. A hand stretched out. Sans sighed.

“i know. you really want that date huh, bucko?”

A bright smile. A shy blush. A twinkle in their eyes.

“where to?”

Frisk doesn’t answer. 

This time, they left together.

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site that you can type in the definition of a word and get the word

site for when you can only remember part of a word/its definition 

site that gives you words that rhyme with a word

site that gives you synonyms and antonyms

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Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

[sleep-writing-blog]

d1: Dating Start ! (Anything related to the “art” of dating: flirting, confession, hanging out…) d2: Promise (silent promises or spoken out loud. This prompt can be taken in many ways~) d3: Comfort (Going through hard times is better together) d4: Sky (Sans seems interested in the stars but it can be the sky in any color or even weather related) d5: Special Event (Any celebration: xmas, halloween, bday, wedding… or happy announcement~) d6: Moving forward (moving forward a better future together) d7: Valentine’s

February 8th-14th