#a temperature and texture for everybody. and no kind of water is missing!

[miekasa]

any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

[thenews-chronicle-blog]

Coronavirus, Covid-19 And Its Centrifugal Effects

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For more info : - 20 International news in Nigerian newspapers

[greaseonmymouth]

Been reading your tags and this is totally not proved but based off people I know anyone who like coriander has a more sensitive palate and picks up on more flavors in their food vs people like me that hate coriander. Onions are savory and sweet. Celery has no flavor which makes it the ideal vehicle for dips it’s about the crunch. I straight up didn’t know a lot of foods had a smell or had diffrent flavors to diffrent people for years. Kinda related would you say you have a good sense of smell?

I’ve never heard of that before? I’d be interested in reading more about it.

I’m not sure about my sense of smell because often I feel like I can’t smell anything at all but then again I have a lot of smells that I Do Not Like and I will pick up on TRACES. In my old flat I could smell it through the walls when my neighbour was smoking. I’m not joking. (my current building is non-smoking so it’s not an issue.)

Celery has no flavor which makes it the ideal vehicle for dips it’s about the crunch

I’m sorry, I just, I cannot comprehend this as any kind of truth. It’s crunchy, yes, but it has a very intense pepper-y flavour that reminds me of cabbage (though cabbage isn’t as strongly flavoured as celery, and it depends on which variety of cabbage you get anyway...). sort of green. and it fills your entire skull. very overpowering. I used to think that the reason why bloody marys were always depicted with celery sticks in them was because the bloody mary itself had such a strong flavour (assuming, I’ve never had one) from the tomato juice and tabasco sauce and alcohol that it could sort of outweigh the celery. or that one wasn’t supposd to eat it anyway.

I’m procrastinating my reading for tomorrow’s class so have a non-exhaustive list of foods that I suspect I don’t taste the same way other people do:

1. celery. as mentioned.

2. onions. very overwhelming zingy, acidy, oniony, that will let you taste literally nothing else. when cooked they’re sweet, but raw they hurt. I can’t just ‘pick them off’ either, whatever they touched/now has onion juice on it is forever ruined, and the taste will remain in my mouth and throat for up to two days after. regarding onions, I can eat NO type of onion raw. not leeks either. I can handle garlic in very small amounts but it very quickly becomes overwhelming and I’ve started cooking it even when a recipe asks for it raw because it’s a much mellower softer flavour and doesn’t overpower everything else nor does it make me feel like the inside of my mouth is made of garlic for up to two days after.

3. carrots. raw carrots taste Bad. I spent my entire time living in Denmark completely BAFFLED by how people would just...bring entire carrots to munch on at school or how carrots were offered as a Good Snack in various places because they just...taste...like....That? cooked carrots are so sweet as to be inedible. are these things made of sugar? I can handle raw carrots in salads if shredded and in small amounts because I can barely taste them then, and I’ll add them for the sake of fibre. I’m happy to add carrots to tomato based dishes in moderate amounts (just enough that the carrots will soak up the flavour of the dish and not so much the dish itself will taste of carrot.)

4. beets. see above. I’ve been eating a lot of shredded beets in bistro salad mixes from tesco/sainsbury’s/m&s/whatever these past two weeks because they barely taste of anything like that and I want the extra fibre in my lunch salads. I added shredded beets to lasagne once and it was great. as a side effect the pasta turned pink.

5. tea. when tea is made properly (steeped at the correct temperature for however long it says on the package) it turns into an incredibly bitter hot drink with the texture of dust. I can drink peppermint tea (if not steeped for too long) and I can deal with chamomile if I have to (it just tastes like grass) and there’s one or two tea blends out there I can drink if I dunk the teabag for like 4 seconds and add honey, but I can only find those blends in Finland so it’s not like I’m having it on a daily basis anyway.

6. red wine. it varies, but many red wines have the same dusty texture as tea does and are too bitter. (white wine is for me hit or miss, it’ll often either be too sweet or too dry/bitter, so I just... don’t drink a lot of wine. my alcoholic drink of choice is apple cider.)

7. GRAPEFRUIT IS THE FRUIT OF THE DEVIL. THE MOST BITTER THING I HAVE EVER LET PAST MY LIPS. I can drink lemon juice without making a face but drinking grapefruit juice makes my mouth feel like it wants to escape my body.

8. coffee. also intolerably bitter. I don’t react well to caffeine so I avoid coffee anyway, but the few times I’ve had it, I’ve only been able to tolerate it in drinks that are like 1/11ths coffee, 3/11ths chocolate and 7/11ths milk. as in, so watered down that it’s almost not bitter anymore and I can actually taste the coffee itself along with the other components. but also coffee has this burnt aftertaste that reminds me of cigarette smoke, which is another thing I Do Not Like.

9. iceberg lettuce and a few other varieties. tastes like watery tinfoil. cucumber can be like this too but it really depends. I have had some good ones and some inedible ones.

10. rucola (rocket?) is Bitter Leaf Salad and I can tolerate it only in certain combinations and in small amounts.

11. coca cola, pepsi, and similarly flavoured off brand drinks. Bad. just Bad. 

12. sweeteners. I can’t drink most sugar free soft drinks (like sugarfree sprite or or whatever) because the sweetener is so bitter. it’s not sweet, it’s just bitter. it makes the soft drink taste like grapefruit in disguise. like the sugar free sprites are mirror universe version of the real sprites. pure evil. (possibly this depends on what kind of sweetener it is but I just avoid sweeteners in general...)

13. peanut butter (and peanuts in general) are the worst fucking thing you could give me that isn’t a grapefruit. it’s bitter and earthy and makes no sense at all. sidenote: all my siblings are allergic to peanuts and there’s a chance I might be as well; last time I tried to be open minded about food and had peanut butter, I felt so sick afterwards. never again.

14. hazelnuts. they taste like dirt. they’re also weirdly bitter, but not as strongly bitter as other foods I’ve mentioned. they’re just Not a Good flavour. No, I don’t like nutella. 

15. fresh peas in those big bulging shells that you open yourself and that you can get in most summer markets? I think they’re called sweetpeas? everybody I know is like “YAY PEAS THEY’RE SO SWEET” and I’m just over here like, they taste Green. I can detect some of the sweetness? but they just taste...Green to me. frozen peas I’m ok with, they taste different. I prefer canned peas but that’s because it’s a flavour I grew up with and am very used to.

16. beer is fizzy bitter mouldy grain water and I’ve never understood the appeal. no thanks.

[emmelfish]

So when I took that Which Sims 2 Family Are You quiz I legitimately got the Goths. Vintage. But now I feel this pressure to have my moronic gameplay match their illustrious reputation. It’s okay though – I think we can all agree that the one thing that covers all bases and absolves me of any sins here is Mortimer Goth’s Accidental Default outerwear.

IT’S BLOODY PERFECT.

Mort’s also got a great car (🎵 yeah what’s wrong with it today, I used to have one too maybe you’ll come and have a look) which he’s using to take Dina out on a date to a fancyplace. (Melissa Fancey, live up to your name and have some respect for Londoste for crying out loud, it should be a place where sims automagically spin into their formalwear upon entry.)

Yo Brenda! Nice to see you again! This is quite a different gig to Oresha Family Dining, how on earth do you keep up with the competing personalities of the restaurants you’re hosting at?

Brenda:

Or whatever the Sim equivalent of cocaine is.

Mortimer: Good evening Brenda. The coziest, most romantic table you have?

Brenda: Of course Mr Goth. Shall I take your coats?

Mortimer: NEVER!

Either they keep the temperatures in Londoste super low or Morts and Digs are hella attached to their outerwear. And who wouldn’t be? They both look fly as balls.

Brenda: Voila! Right next to the main entrance so everybody walking in bumps right into the back of Dina’s chair. Great view of Melissa Fancey’s flame pants.

Mortimer: Excellent, I think Dina will enjoy an audience for what I have in mind.

Kristen, did you just... follow these two here? Are you stalking them? Still can’t find your way back to Strangetown?

Kristen: Are you kidding? I love this place, it’s the same as my last name, give or take an N, D, and an O.

Dina: So! Champers?

Get used to making that face Mort, she’s a Fortune sim. Of course she’s going to order the most expensive fizz on the menu if someone else is paying.

DINA IS PRECIOUS AND MUST BE PROTECTED. She wants a Baked Alaska for her dinner! A Baked Alaska! As a meal! I want to hug her.

Melissa: Fanceypants, Fanceypants –

YOU’RE RUINING EVERYTHING, TOWNIE

Alien server: So tonight our specials are tartlets of wild mushrooms with black truffles, or our signature dish of green peas in several different textures with poached egg. Our lobster thermidor is served with a side of ceviche, and cod roe foam.

Dina: *wants Baked Alaska*

Mortimer: You look familiar, you wouldn’t happen to be one of PT9′s brood would you?

While these cuties toast, please enjoy the Deep V walking by that is Ajay Loner’s chest. I’m always at a loss as to how to dress that guy. He has a LTW to reach the top of the Dance career in my game, so I can only imagine he’d want to show off his bod in the most unfashionable way possible.

Guys, that food came pretty quickly. I’d worry about Londoste’s cooking techniques if I were you.

Mortimer: Enjoying your Baked Alaska, sweetheart?

Dina: Just taking a water break, then you’ll really see me go to town on this bad boy.

And she wasn’t joking.

Mortimer: Here darling, you really ought to have some savory food as well tonight.

I find it adorable and hilarious that feeding Dina some of his food built more Cuisine enthusiasm for Mort.

Now, just look how smooth this cad is:

Mortimer: *holds Dina’s hand* I just want you to know...

Mortimer: ... that you look very sweet in your newsboy cap. I hear they’re making a comeback.

Dina: They sure are!

I’m not going to make him sing the ‘I’ve Got Something In My Front Pocket’ song like Darren did but Mort’s almost bringing it on himself with this pose.

Hahahahaha it’s only from this angle that I see Dina’s already destroyed half her Baked Alaska. Oh Digs, I don’t think that’s earrings or a charm bracelet in there... is this the moment you’ve been waiting for?

Mortimer: Please let her like it, she has the most expensive taste of any sim I’ve ever met...

Kristen: You look a lot like my roommate Chloe. You might know her, she’s really annoying... and hot... and super annoying. Hey, are you doing anything after this?

Dina: Oh oh oh! Cushion-cut black diamond, three carats easy, platinum band? Have you been reading my diary??

Mortimer: So I take it you like it?

Alien server looks like she may be considering Kristen’s offer of a date in the background there.

DAMMIT I missed the throwing the box behind the head again

Dina: Is it okay if I call Nina and tell her to dust off the giant wedding binder?

Mortimer: ...You have a giant wedding binder?

While these two discuss their impending nuptials, let’s take a look at some of the other diners Londoste has attracted.

Goopy GilsCarbo can’t believe his luck that he’s at a bar next to Kim Cordial...

Probably a good thing Crumplebottom is on the end there preventing him from making any dumb moves. Not that she needs to be, Kim could turn him into a roach if she wanted of course.

I’m gonna come out and say it. I’ve held it in too long. I LOVE TRISHA TRAVELLER’S FACE. She has a glorious, wonderful face, and her eyes are a marvel. However, she produces (spoiler alert) some, shall we say... interesting-looking children. I had her and Trent procreate a son and during his toddlerhood he looked like one of those little naked Troll dolls people used to collect with the gems in their belly and the brightly colored hair. Or, if we’re talking ’90s toys, a Boglin. You’ll see him soon of course.

Nice to see PT9 is maintaining the tradition of turning up at every single restaurant I play.

#JustFortuneSimThings – treat yo self to lobster thermidor when you’re dining solo, like Ajay ‘Not Just A Clever Name’ Loner.

We’ve already got a bad witch here to bring rain and roaches to a community lot in the form of Kim, so when I saw all kinds of drama outside I was glad to see it was a Grand High Vampire causing it instead. Is that the famous 18th face template I’m seeing there?

Dina: Um Mort Mort, there’s a guy over there who I’m pretty sure is a spy but looks like he’s really bad at pretending not to be a spy. Shall we call someone?

Mortimer: No my ray of sunshine, let’s dance instead!

Kimberley: Hahaha, enjoy your DRIVE, losers! This is how all the cool kids get around!

Dina: *is mad about burglary for the 8,475th time*

Oh my! I totally forgot I slipped into the Beakers’ a while back, let Circe get pregnant and throw up every three seconds, and then pretty much let her pregnancy go on forever. I really hope it’s twins so that Susie and Skip Jr have two rivals in the hellspawn stakes.

PT9, I don’t know who that is you’re lusting over, but it’s not Jenny, therefore stop.

This technically isn’t possible without getting posey, but it really looks like Dina’s admiring her new ring there. Homeward bound for these two lovebirds! How ironic that poverty-stricken Brandi and Darren paid their bill in full, while Mortina here just waltzed out without dropping a penny. How the other half live.

Will it be wedding bells next time we look in on this lot? Quite possibly! And of course, it wouldn’t be a Goth wedding without heaps of drama.

[antarestyl]

you would write a fic with more sansbyyy (obviously not in tbs),😂I know you have a fic but mah heart needs more

Well, have a small fic then. Dunno just yet how far I will go with this. I would think at least 1-2 more chapters the least, but this might develop into more like the UF!Sansby one. ;)

This will be like 90% fluff for everybody who needs this right now.

Something old, something new…    

AO3 link

Summery: Many things changed with coming to the surface. Grillby and Sans’s relationship might be one of these things.

Living on the surface came with a lots of plus points.

For one point, it was the SURFACE. There was a sky and the sun and the STARS in the night. It was a beautiful place, full of plants and animals and all kinds of human stuff. It was new and interesting and ever changing.

There was weather.

Humans were a bit confused when monster showed a pretty strange but enthusiastic joy whenever the weather changed. Be it sunny or cloudy, rain or snow, heat or mild temperatures, it would put monster in good moods.

Another strange but good thing was that apparently gold was pretty valuable to humans. So what was a meager savings for hard times before, was now a wealth great enough to live comfortably on for quite a while.

Grillby never hurt for money, his sold from his soldier-days was barely touched over all the time, but he enjoyed working in his bar. And now he could built his bar all new and just like he wanted. Also now he could hire some more employees so he had even more flexibility and could even take some days off work.

The problem was, that he didn’t really know what to do with himself once he had a day off.

While his new bar was constructed, he already took the time to travel a bit, visiting a near-by dessert and checked out all sorts of tourist attractions that could be found around his living space. He had been thinking about visiting other countries too but found himself a bit to nervous flying on airplanes over big bodies of water to really consider this.

So there he was, having one of his free days… and being pretty bored.

His apartment was pretty bare. There really wasn’t much he did in here usually besides sleeping and resting after work so he didn’t bother with personalizing it. There were a few photographs on the walls but nothing much else. It felt… empty. Lonely.

He did still have his niece but she had moved a bit out of town with Grillby’s sister and her girlfriend, so he talked mostly via texts with her. But now it was a weekday so she would be in school most likely.

Most of Grillby’s friends were regulars from his bar and friends was… a bit big of an word for that. He knew them and cared about them but he wasn’t really close with them.

Grillby’s flames flickered a bit lower when he finally concluded that he was just very very lonely.

He kind of missed Snowdin now. Long days at the bar, which was always filled with familiar faces. And of course, Sans, who came each and every day.

Sans had been a stable for some years for Grillby, a small skeleton monster with a way with puns and who never failed to make Grillby laugh. They had struck up an easy friendship, Sans being there to cheer Grillby up and Grillby being there to listen to Sans and help him if needed. The tap was a long-standing joke between them. Sans payed what he owned Grillby without a fail and Grillby would sometimes give Sans food for free, especially when he saw the small skeleton struggle with life in general.

Sans wouldn’t always tell him everything that was wrong but Grillby had the feeling that Sans told him more about the things going on in his life than to anybody else. Grillby in turn had the feeling he could trust Sans with everything in his life in turn.

They knew a lot of things of each other. Grillby knew about Sans struggling with money sometimes. He knew Sans lost his parents at a young age and that Papyrus doesn’t remember either of them. He knew Sans liked ketchup because the texture was nice to him and he hated raw carrots. He knew Sans was afraid of heights. He knew how much Sans loved his brother and that he loved the stars and longed to see them for real. He knew Sans used to be a scientist but that something happened and he is not one anymore. He knew Sans had a friend he had never seen face-to-face, a voice behind a door that shared puns and knock-knock-jokes with him.

He knew a ton more and Grillby had always felt kinda honored to know this much about Sans. It felt nice. When he called Sans his dear friend in public the eyes of the little skeleton had lit up brightly and Grillby had felt a flutter of warmness at the sight.

It all changed on the surface.

Sans now was heavily involved in politics, even if only behind the scenes. He took care of Frisk whenever Queen Toriel or King Asgore couldn’t, he was behind the scenes when his brother was speaking the to the humans. He sat together with the royal scientist Alphys at the tables as an representative of the science division of monster kin and he still acted like the judge whenever Asgore needed him to be. Grillby had heard that Sans had bought a house and a telescope, a real one, and had a year-pass for the observatory. He heard talk that the little skeleton could become a real scientist again, working on big projects about space and stars.

He didn’t heard any of this from Sans himself and hadn’t seen his dear friend in weeks. To be honest, it hurt more than he would have thought.

Grillby was old and had lived through a lot of years. He had seen monster come and go, whole lines of families in Snowdin went by in a blink of an eye. Sure, each death of somebody he knew hurt but nothing hurt so much than the notion that he had lost the one that was his closest friend for such a long time to the wonders of the surface.

A part of Grillby longed to be back in Snowdin.

He signed deeply, banishing the thoughts. No, that was not fair. None of this was fair.

He decided to spend the day outside, leaving his empty and cold department to go to a near-by park. Maybe that would banish his dark thoughts.

The weather was nice. Pretty nice in fact. The sun was shining, birds were singing and flowers were blooming in the little park that Grillby favored for his walks when his apartment seemed to be closing in on him. It was nice and relaxing out here, the air fresh with a small current in it that let Grillby’s flames dance a bit.

There were a few children with their parents out here, some people walking their dogs or couples relaxing on the benches. It was positively idyllic.

And then Grillby saw Sans. He was standing in the middle of the small road, together with the young human that freed all monster, laughing with them while he stacked up Hotdogs on their head. He was wearing his usual blue jacket but also a pair of ridiculous sunglasses in the shape of flowers and a straw-hat, black shorts and some sort of sandals on his feet.

The human must have noticed him because they turned around and waving at Grillby, prompting Sans to turn around too. There was always a smile on Grillby’s friend but this one seemed… more like any other smile he saw on Sans. More… more peaceful.

Sans was happy, truly happy, and Grillby wondered if he had ever saw Sans happy like this.

“Hey, Grillby,” Sans said as he came closer. “fancy meeting you here. Is this your day off?”

Grillby nodded slowly. “I was… talking a walk.”

“Nice.”, chuckled Sans while Frisk signed quickly beside him.

 //We weren’t at Grillby’s for so long! How are you?//

“I am quite well.”, said Grillby softly. “Thank you for your concern… I haven’t heard from you…. in a while too. It is nice… to see you.”

Frisk nodded happily while Grillby looked over to Sans who looked… slightly guilty?

“Hey, kiddo… how about you go and get some nice-creme and we’ll meet up at the playground in a bit?”, Sans said, handing Frisk some money. The human nodded happily, waving at Grillby and took off.

And just like this he was left alone with Sans.

Sans who looked… more and more uncomfortable? Grillby’s flames lowered a bit more. Friends shouldn’t feel uncomfortable in each others present… right? Did their relationship change this much already?

“Uh… hey again.”, mumbled Sans, laughing slightly. “Wow it… it has been a while.”

“A… few weeks.”, said Grillby. It were six weeks and five days, not that he was counting.

“Wow… time flies huh?”, chuckled Sans nervously before sighing and looking down. “Look, Grillby… I am sorry. I just… so much stuff happened and I… felt kinda bad just popping in on you when you got so much to do too.”, he tried to explain. “I really should have come over more, huh?”

“You are… not under any obligation to visit me.”, said Grillby, trying to soot his friend.

“Still… it… I’m sorry.”, mumbled Sans.

“… I missed you.” was out of Grillbys mouth before he could swallow his own words and Sans blinked, looking at him with wide white eye-lights.

“You did?”, he asked and Grillby was… confused. He sounded like he didn’t expect it.

“Of course.”, he reassured Sans. “I… missed you a lot. Even with… many thing going on… I… would have understood. And enjoyed your company greatly not matter the context and quantity.”

Sans now looked even more guilty and Grillby felt a bit more distress at that.

“Shit Grills, I… I am really sorry now.”, Sans said, sighing. “How about… I’ll make it up to you?”

“… how…?”, asked Grillby surprised.

“Well, I got the day off, you got the day off… I just drop Frisk off to Toriel after this and then we can… meet up? Catch up on stuff?”

Grillby blinked at the offer but felt compelled to take it. He never really met Sans outside of his work but on the other hand, there was barely a time where he was off work in the Underground. So he found himself nodding.

“Alright… How about 3pm at yours?”, asked Sans. “I’ll get you and we’ll figure out where we go?”

Grillby thought shortly about. It was around 11am right now so it was not an unreasonable time. He could finish his walk like this and wouldn’t have to wait to long for their meet-up. So he nodded.

“Alright.”, Grillby said, just to make sure, feeling a smile spread on his face with the realization that he didn’t lost his dear friend apparently. He was looking forward to meeting up now, rekindling what they had in the Underground.

“Nice, it’s a date!”, cheered Sans before winking and teleporting away, most likely to get Frisk while Grillby was left standing frozen again.

 A.. a date?

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03.jan.17

Part 1

It all started at the cinema. Placed in a shopping mall, a very simple even dirty one, with action movies cardboards and empty lines at empty ticket booths. The movie theater was also filthy and old, not vintage, just worn out. I was watching a Harry Potter movie with a friend and we were sitting almost in the last line, right side of the room. I remember watching the movie and out of nowhere being a presence inside of it. Me and a friend were in a grass field with stones looking like statues kind of burried but we couldnt know their shapes and sizes. We were looking for a place to sit because a class was about to begin there: as we chose our spot we saw Daniel Radcliff as Harry Potter shouting after this awful loud and high pitched noise: “ITS CATRA, RUN!”. Everybody started running and i remembered knowing who was Catra: the things burried leaving pieces of stone irregularly shaped on the grass were actualy the thing, Catra a 50 meters long stone woman that wasnt disturbed in years and could rise from the earth when angry or sad. She was carved in grey stone like a beautiful woman covered in silk layers of tunics and scarfs, barefoot and with a very peaceful look in her eyes even though she acted like she just lost the most precious things one could lost. She started stepping in the trees and knocking out these beautiful gothic constructions that were used as the school and offices, throwing everybody in the air, crying and shouting for something to Harry like he was the responsible for her loss and anger. Me and my friend were unfortunately near him and we were running and running until we got into this cimented room with orange bricks in the walls and beautiful windows. We heard the statue and Harry approaching and all we could do was wait. Then this huge scream and explosion happened: Catra had punched the walls pushing Gina and Rony out to the next room, which wasnt a room but a completely different scenario. A black endless lake or pool or idk, with some hint of warm colors wandering around. And in that moment i went back into the movie theater and i was once again just an espectator of all that. And i saw them float and swim in that weird universe, sinking until they reached the bottom, a room, 18th century decorated with red wallpaper and lots of gold but still filled with water room, and there they stood until they couldnt get out anymore and i couldnt watch it anymore even though i knew everything would be ok cause after all they were wizards. I hid my face into my friends lap while my chest begged for air and then, this piece was gone. The next scene: a court, a villain and a crowd, still in a 18th century scenario decoration, fashion and everything. The villain did something awful, tyrannic and mean but i dont know what i just remember a narrator saying as the villain, a beautiful young adult man with black medium length hair, brown eyes and a triangular jawline faced the camera as the crowd shouted and cursed behind him: “He was a villain, not because he chose, but because life made him like that, made him do it”. And then he turned to the crowd with a sword in his hands and i again closed my eyes. He was now in the theater like he was the actor in contemporary wardrobe and social culture but actually he was the character or the character was him and he waved and said sorry with a caring look in his eyes to anyone who was interested in knowing that.

Part 2

I am now with a group of friends, most of them unfamiliar faces in reality but in my mind i trusted them like we’ve met years ago. We got out of the shopping mall through this tunels with white walls, floors and lights, and people selling jewelry and clothes. I was in a piggyback but idk whose, and i remember having a really good time and thinking “who is this person carrying me” at the same i wasnt worried at all. We walked and walked until we decided to just enter in this tiny white room but so well illuminated, we were in 6 or 7 people maybe and we just laid down or sat and chilled. I remember having a conversation with a group of friends and i could feel their presence and hear their voices but they seemed some what distant and the guy beside me the piggyback one that i didnt know was there and was the only one i could actually feel present, with heat and touch and texture. I was laying down and so was him but my head was near his knees and i couldnt look up to his face i only felt his real presence when he started talking and touched my fingers and his hands were really soft and warm, velvety. I felt trust, friendship but a huge frustration for not knowing him or what to say or ask. I could only feel, never externalize the feeling.

Part 3

Terror. I was at this mansion with lots of beautiful and rich people which i knew none and the sky was purple and pinkish but a sound was coming out of nowhere, sound of arrows cutting the air. At the same time the sky started to shine and the arrows were actually meteors and they were falling like a fireworks rain, so beautiful and destructive. I remember feeling so helpless and thinking about my family and the guy that i trusted so much. The context and scenario had changed but that character was still in my head. We all ran into somebodys basement and stood there. Days and months and years passed, i remember the feeling of routine and a certain familiarity with those people. I no longer felt i hope in seeing my family again and i no longer thought about it. The mansion was now meaningless because i remember all the contradiction in being surrounded by beautiful decoration and bright colors and gardens but livigg in extreme poverty and destruction. There was an orphan baby and i took care of it. I was living with 10 or more people on that space and they were all family but me and the baby werent: his mom had died maybe in the meteor shower and his father was a son of an old lady of the family but he was missing. I became a second mother to the baby and the family felt that too. The meteors were now common and frequent, we learned how to deal with it and the sky was no longer blue but bright violet and pink. One day i decided to embrace the world as it was and i jumped in the mansion pool as the baby took a nap, and there I stood until I saw something move in the woods near the mansion. I felt incredibly happy cause i somehow knew what was happening, i then immerse myself in the water, smiling and when i go back to surface there he was, the keeper of my trust, faith and friendship. He jumped in the pool, we hugged, and in that moment i knew it was him even though he looked nothing like in the other dream. I felt his body temperature, the smell of his skin, and i could see so clearly like never before in my mind, his neck skin and the pool waterdrops running through it. In that moment i also knew that he was the missing father of that child and then, the meteor shower came again. The fear came back with the bright light in the sky, the orange fireworks falling and that sound of something ripping the air. I woke up.