#hug the skel

[mynameistakensadtimes]

My Pronouns!

I'm posting my Pronouns because why not! I'm sorry it's long

★- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -★ Basic He/him/his They/them/theirs ★- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -★ Neos

↳ It/its Void/voidself

Creepy

↳ bloo/blood/blood/bloods/bloodself bo/bon/bons/bons/boneself cor/corpse/corpself dae/daem/daeself de/dea/dath/death/deathself de/dem/demon’s/demself dead/deads/deadself dem/demon/demonself dulla/han/dulls/dulls/dullself, dullaself, or dullahanself ecto/ects/ectself en/tombed/tombs/tombs/tombself, tombedself, or entombedself fran/franke/franken/frankenself gar/goyle/gars/gars/garself gheist/gheists/gheistself gho/ghos/ghostself ghost/ghosts/ghostself ghou/ghoul/ghous/ghouls/ghoulself go/gor/gors/goreself gore/gores/goreself gri/grim/grime/grimeself grime/grimes/grimeself gro/gore/gross/gross/goreself gro/gross/grosself haun/haunts/hauntself hell/hound/hells/hounds/houndself hell/hund/hells/hunds/hundself li/lich/lis/lichs/lichself necro/necrom/necself nyc/nycto/nyctos/nyctoself py/pyre/(pyr/pyre)/pyres/pyreself rake/rake’s/rakeself rie/eer/eri/erie/eeriself sin/sins/sinself ske/skel/skels/skeleself slud/sludge/sludges/sludges/sludgeself spir/spirit/spiritself spiri/spirs/spirself vam/vamp/vampself wer/weres/wereself wi/wight/wis/wighs/wightself wit/wits/witchself wit/witch/witchself (coined for witches) zo/zom/zos/zombself zom/zomb/zom’s/zombi/zombself

Magical

↳ magic/magic/magics/magics/magicself wand/wand/wands/wands/wandself mage/mage/mages/mages/mageself spell/spell/spells/spells/spellself myth/myth/myths/myths/mythself mystic/mystic/mystics/mystics/mysticself potion/potion/potions/potions/potionself wiz/wizard/wizards/wizards/wizardself mag/magic/magics/magics/magicself magic/magical/magicals/magicals/magicalself conjure/conjure/conjures/conjures/conjureself cast/cast/casts/casts/castself mystic/mystical/mysticals/mysticals/mysticalself fairy/fairy/fairys/fairys/fairyself elf/elf/elfs/elfs/elfself charm/charm/charms/charms/charmself hex/hex/hexs/hexs/hexself

Ocean

↳ ma/mar/marine/marines/marineself bri/brine/brine/brines/brineself se/sea/sea/seas/seaself she/shell/shell/shells/shellself sea/shell/seashell/seashells/seashellself cra/crab/crab/crabs/crabself kri/krill/krill/krills/krillself oce/ocea/ocean/oceans/oceanself lo/loch/loch/lochs/lochself squ/squid/squid/squids/squidself oct/octo/octopus/octopi/octopuself shrim/shrimp/shrimp/shrimps/shrimpself nau/naut/nautical/nauticals/nauticalself al/alg/algae/algaes/algaeself ke/kelp/kelp/kelps/kelpself co/cor/coral/corals/coralself co/coa/coast/coasts/coastself jelly/fish/jellyfish/jellyfishes/jellyfishself mo/mol/mollusk/mollusks/molluskself ur/urch/urchin/urchins/urchinself dri/drift/drift/drifts/driftself wa/wave/wave/waves/waveself

Nature

↳ Rot/Rots/Rotself Mush/Mushs/Mushself! Dirt/Dirty/Dirtself! Forest/Forests/Forestself! Oak/Oaks/Oakself! Rock/Rocks/Rockself Pebble/Pebbles/Pebbleself

Cute

↳ Baa/baaself Bun/bunself Plush/plushself Squish/squishself Candy/candyself Sweet/sweetself Fuzz/fuzzy/fuzzyself Fuzzy/fuzzies/fuzzieself Prince/prince/princeself Princess/princess/princesself Pop/poppy/poppyself Yarn/yarns/yarnself Bunny/bunny/bunnyself Pup/puppy/puppyself Teddy/teddies/teddyself Ted/teddy/teddyself Fluff/fluffy/fluffself or fluffyself Cot/cotton/cottonself Pink/pinky/pinkyself Hug/hugs/hugself Toy/toys/cotton-self Berry/berries/berryself Cram/cranberry/cranberryself Flor/flora/floraself Kitty/kittens/kittyself

Space

↳ sun/sun/suns/sunself moon/moon/moons/moonself star/star/stars/starself planet/planet/planets/planetself mercury/mercury/mercurys/mercuryself venus/venus/venuses/venusself mars/mars/marses/marsself jupiter/jupiter/jupiters/jupiterself satur/saturn/saturns/saturnself uranus/uranus/uranuses/uranusself neptune/neptune/neptunes/neptuneself pluto/pluto/plutos/plutoself galaxy/galaxy/galaxys/galaxyself comet/comet/comets/cometself rocket/rocket/rockets/rocketself dust/dust/dusts/dustself solar/solar/solars/solarself lunar/lunar/lunars/lunarself asteroid/asteroid/asteroids/asteroidself eclipse/eclipse/eclipses/eclipseself orbit/orbit/orbits/orbitself satellite/satellite/satellites/satelliteself universe/universe/universes/universeself sky/sky/skys/skyself nebula/nebula/nebulas/nebulaself constellation/constellation/constellations/constellationself cosmos/cosmos/cosmoses/cosmoself

Science

↳ ali/alien/aliens/alienself alu/minum/aluminum/alumiself astro/astro/astros/astros/astroself astro/astronomy/astronomies/astronomyself atom/atoms/atomself bea/beaker/beakerself bio/biology/biologies/biologyself bot/botany/botanies/botanyself chem/chemistry/chemself ear/earth/earthself elec/tricity/electriself ento/entomology/entos/entomologyself ex/experi/ment/ments/experimentself flask/flasks/flaskself geo/geos/geoself geo/logy/geology/geoself grav/gravity/gravityself gravity/gravityself hy/hypo/hypotheses/hypoself lab/labs/labself lab/labaratory/labaratories/labaratoryself paleo/paleontology/paleos/paleoself sci/science/scienceself space/spaces/spaceself spa/spark/sparks/sparkself theo/theory/theoryself

FNAF

↳ cupcake/cupcake/cupcakeself Cake/cakes/cakeself haunted/haunts/hauntedself horror/horrors/horrorself terror/terrors/terrorself fox/foxs/foxself blood/bloods/bloodself haunt/haunts/hauntself robot/robots/robotself bear/bears/bearself Balloon/balloons/balloonself Bonbon/bonbons/bonnieself Bonnie/ bonnies/bonnieself Chica/chicas/chicaself Ennard/ennards/ennardself Foxy/foxys/foxyself Fred/bear/fredbears/fredbearself Freddy/freddys/freddyself Glitchtrap/glitchtraps/glitchtrapself Mangle/mangles/mangleself Minireena/minireenas/minireenaself Springbonnie/springbonnies/springbonnieself Toybonnie/toybonnies/toybonnieself Toychica/toychicas/toychicaself Toyfreddy/toyfreddys/toyfreddyself ai/ais/aiself death/deaths/deathself Bite/Bites/Biteself Food/Foods/Foodself Mask/Masks/Maskself

Fantasy

↳ dra/dragon/dragon's elf/elf's hobbit/hobbit's orc/orc's witch/witch's magic/magic's magician/magician's goblin/goblin's forestelf/forestelf's fantasy/fantasy's dwarf/dwarf's centaur/centaur's werewolf/werewolf's fairy/fairy's arkenstone/arkenstone's unicorn/unicorn's Phoenix/phoenix's Cat

↳ fe/fel/feline/felines/felineself fel/feli/felis/felis/feliself cat/cats/catself mew/meow/rowr/rowrs/meowself purr/purrs/purrself whisker/whiskers/whiskerself wi/whisk/whisker/whiskers/whiskerself kit/kits/kitself kit/cat/kits/cats/kitself kit/kit/kitty/kittys/kitself claw/claws/clawself

[scuddle-bubble101]

I have a question this time, who is your favorite person/non-human alter to be hugged by?-Skel

Bonus question from Loral: who is the best at boosting the bodies mood?

Mumma! most of my alters are non-human and its hard to pick! but Mumma's a great hugger!

Stick's my main comfort though.. I don't know really why, I'm just always gravitating towards him<3

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Minxy! I love him so much, he is such an explosive little pud, but he makes it fun and worthwhile with his constant goofiness.

[loominggaia]

Inspired by another anons question, what would happen if the rest of the crew got to truly understand Lilian’s past? Since from both the stories and ask it’s known that no one aside from Zeffer knows the true scope of Lillian’s trauma. Let’s say they get a telepathic showing of Lillian’s memories and get to see the serious fucked up shit diarrhea man did to her? What’s their reaction to seeing the horror movie that is her life story?

Well, I'm sure they'd all be deeply upset by what they saw. You're right in that none of them know the true scope of her experience. Zeffer poked his head into her Hell for a bit and got singed, but even he doesn't have the full story.

Between what Zeffer and Lilian herself have shared, the Freelance Good Guys have a general idea of what she's been through. They know she was kidnapped into a vampiric cult at a young age, forced to lure victims to their deaths, forced to marry Dario, and then physically, verbally, and sexually abused by him for many years. They don't have the gruesome details, and I don't think they understand just how intense the cult was about sheltering her from the outside world. Her ignorance still catches them off-guard a lot. They tend to overestimate her abilities, because they underestimate the Dusk's brainwashing. Her experience was one that had to be seen to be believed.

So, if the crew could somehow see it from beginning to end...

Evan would be angry, knowing that monstrous shit like this is happening all over Gaia and he can't possibly save everyone. But instead of feeling hopeless about it, he feels more inspired than ever. Suddenly he's bursting with motivation as he remembers why he's in this line of work in the first place. He assures Lilian he'll do everything in his power to prevent more cases like hers.

Alaine, Lukas, and Glenvar would stop their "hog-hunts" with her immediately. They would suddenly understand that these hunts probably aren't the healthiest way for her to gain confidence. They would instead seek safer, less traumatizing activities like group therapy or sports or something.

Alaine would still insist on teaching her self-defense and how to be assertive.

Glenvar wouldn't dare tease Lilian for anything after this; he'd try extra hard to keep his big mouth shut. Even if she did something completely ridiculous, because now he understands why she's so inept and the reason is just sad.

Lukas wouldn't treat her any differently. He'd just get depressed about the state of the world and take a week off, because suddenly his job feels too overwhelming. There is too much evil in the world, he thinks, and all his hard work is barely making a dent in it.

Jeimos and Linde would both just burst into tears. Jeimos would be inconsolable for days, but Linde would be quicker to wipe her eyes and turn her feelings into activism. She'd give Lilian a big hug and spend more time with her in friendship, supporting her any way she could. I don't know if Jeimos could even handle being around Lilian after that, honestly...every weird little behavior Lilian displayed would just remind them of the horror show they saw and they'd start crying. It would be too intense for them.

I think Balthazaar would just turn pale and say nothing. He'd drink as much as possible, as fast as possible, to forget what he'd just seen. He'd never speak of it or acknowledge it, but Lilian would notice how protective he seems towards her all of a sudden. Seems like he's always keeping tabs on her...

Skel is a goblin, meaning he can never forget anything he sees, hears, or learns. Lilian's life story would break him a little. He didn't like Lilian when she first arrived in the Hollow. He was distrustful of her because she used to be a vampire, annoyed by her childishness, and overall just kind of saw her as a burden on the village. Knowing what he does now, his whole perspective on her would change. Suddenly he's able to reach deep and pull patience out of his ass for her, where he had none before. He doesn't see her as a burden anymore, but a poor child who was mistreated and betrayed by her family, just like he was. He wouldn't treat her any differently in public, but he'd anonymously leave little gifts around the Hollow for her whenever she seemed sad, like flowers, dolls, and books.

Javaan would immediately run to Lilian and give her a big crushing hug, promising her that those horrible things will never happen again so long as the crew is around. "If all that garbage didn't kill you, then nothing can. You may as well be a divine," he tells her.

Elska would be so full of rage towards the Dusks, she wouldn't even know what to do with herself. She'd just start screaming and destroying shit until she calmed down enough to form a coherent sentence. She'd then find Lilian and roar, "WHERE IS THIS DESPICABLE FILTH YOU CALL 'DARIO DUSK'? HE CANNOT CONTINUE TO PLAGUE GAIA! I WILL DESTROY HIM!"

Terrified, Lilian squeaks, "He, um, he's...dead."

Elska is undeterred. "THEN I WILL DESTROY HIS WRETCHED SOUL WHEN I REACH THE AFTERLIFE!"

Mr. Ocean says nothing. He just takes the fattest bong rip of his life and passes it to Lilian. She declines. He pats her on the head and tells her she is much stronger than he is, and if he's still kicking, then she will make it too.

Zeffer would drop to his knees and apologize to Lilian for any hurt he caused. He would break down and cry, and I think the depression would hit him hard for a long time. Dario forced him to participate in the abuse towards her on numerous occasions, and the guilt still haunts him terribly.

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Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[catssins]

Limekitty hugging Nova, a Sylveon kemonomimi skel who belongs to temmielovesya

[zombie-an0n]

…

Control yourself, Skel, control yourself..

I- I wasn’t! Really! I just so happened to..er.. Stumble upon your grave and look down!

He just. Stares. Oh god he heard that first part didn't he.

He grabs Skeleton and pulls him down into the grave, hugging him.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Weighted Blanket

I blame the Bog for enabling me here. This got out of hand. It was just gonna be a cute little drabble I swear yall. But the feels took over? I want a Geralt for myself? Preferably the fanon himbo variety? Idk fam, ya get what ya get today.

Warnings: anxiety/anxiety attack (not panic attack), new established relationship, Jask feels like he has to hide his anxiety from people, Geralt being a soft ass himbo, someone plz find me one? plz?

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Jaskier had spent the night at Geralt’s a few times and he was always incredibly nervous until Geralt opened the door. He adjusted his backpack strap and tapped his foot on the concrete porch and felt a little bit like a child at a playdate. He was a grown ass man. This wasn’t that big of a deal. At least that's what he told himself while he waited for Geralt to scramble out of whatever pretzel yoga pose he was undoubtedly in. Jaskier was all for taking care of himself, he just preferred the ‘extra whip and a pedicure’ style rather than ‘whole foods and regular exercise’ route. He was worried Geralt would try to get him to go to the gym and drink kale but he seemed perfectly content to let Jaskier do what works for him. 

When Geralt opened the door he had a goofy grin and his hair in a sweaty floppy bun, “You’re early,” he said it like it was a treat every time, regardless of how early Jaskier really was. Be it fifteen minutes or an hour and a half, he always looked like an excited puppy and it set Jaskier at ease. 

But today he didn’t feel the tightness in his chest melt away when Geralt smiled at him. Not when he pulled him into a hug before he could utter his greeting. Not even when Geralt kissed the top of his head and rubbed his arms vigorously to warm him up because, “I know you have a sweatshirt in your backpack.”

Jaskier shrugged and leaned into his chest, “I kinda forgot.”

“You weren’t cold?”

“Well now that you mention it....” Jaskier forced a playful tone and got two handfuls of Geralt’s ass, that wonderful, perky ass. And it did absolutely nothing to him. 

Geralt frowned and tilted his head, brushing the damp hair out of jaskier’s eyes, “I was gonna invite you to shower. But you don’t sound excited.”

Jaskier sighed and gave him a weak smile, “I want to be excited.”

Geralt just tilted his head the other direction and tightened his grip on Jaskier’s shoulders and oh wasn’t that nice. That eased the ache a little bit. 

“I’m just a little anxious from work,” Jaskier assured him, patting his hands over Geralt’s perky asscheeks, “Go shower. I’ll be good by the time you’re done.” 

“Are you sure?” Geralt slouched just a bit to draw Jaskier’s eyes to his, “Come with? I’ll wash your hair?” 

Jaskier shook his head with a little smile, “Tempting. But I’ll drink some tea under my blanket then we can enjoy our evening.” 

Geralt kissed his forehead and gave him a quick but firm hug before darting down the hallway to rush through his shower. Jaskier measured his breathing as he made tea, now fairly familiar with Geralt’s kitchen, and settled down on the couch to dig through his backpack for his weighted blanket. 

Only it wasn’t there. His backpack had felt light when he left but it was just such a hectic day and he’d just wanted to see Geralt so bad. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, seeing his hands start to shake as he rezipped his pack, “It’s just a little anxiety Jask. It’s fine. You are fine. It isn’t the end of the world. It will pass. It’s just because that asshole yelled at you, not anything to do with Geralt. You two are fine, good even…” 

He sat back on the couch and pulled his knees into his chest, clutching at the mug of too-hot tea to keep his hands from shaking. Every few seconds he remembered he had to breathe, and do so slowly, if he wanted to get through this feeling and he would gasp a little bit with the realization he hadn’t been. He whispered his logical thoughts he’d prepared for this. The spiral would get a little momentum and he’d count his breaths and repeat his prepared sentences and he’d feel it receding but that was as much momentum as he could get. 

As soon as he started to calm down, he’d think about Geralt coming out of his shower to see him like this and it would start up again. He’d managed to keep his anxiety under control in front of Geralt so well. Geralt was so calm and steady and gentle that Jaskier hadn’t had to try so hard to begin with. But now his crazy was all out on the table and he wasn’t quite mentally prepared to be thrown out of Geralt’s house. 

In the middle of repeating one of his calming thoughts, he heard Geralt pad around the couch and felt more than saw him sit down.

“Jask?” Geralt’s voice didn’t quite sound real, but it was still soft and gentle enough not to spike his anxiety any worse, “You okay?”

He just shook his head and forced himself to exhale slowly. 

“What’s wrong?”

Jaskier swallowed hard and whispered with more effort than he’d like to admit, “Just an anxiety attack. I… I forgot my weighted blanket.” 

Gods did that feel horrible. Admitting to your hot new boyfriend that you have a security blanket at 30 and it sends you into an anxiety attack when you leave it at home wasn’t really on his to do list, but here he fucking was. 

Geralt gripped the tea mug by the rim and took the now lukewarm tea before his shaking hands spilled it all over his knees, “What do you need?”

Jaskier felt tears brimming behind his eyes and squeezed them shut, “Wh- what?”

“What do you need? To help you.”

“Oh,” Jaskier opened his eyes and tears fell down his cheeks, “No one’s ever asked me that before...”

Geralt took a deep breath and held it for a moment before exhaling and offering his hand to Jask, palm up, “Can we try something that helps my brother?”

Jaskier nodded, he didn’t even care what it was, he was too shocked by the realization that Geralt wasn’t scared off or disgusted with him. 

“Your weighted blanket helps, right?”

Jaskier nodded and set a trembling hand in Geralt’s palm, swiping at his face with the other. 

“Can I hold you? See if that helps?” 

Jaskier nodded again and uncurled from his ball a little bit so Geralt could pull his legs over his lap and wrap his arms around Jaskier’s body. He squeezed a little tighter than his usual hugs but the pressure was just barely registered with the way Jaskier’s body was in overdrive. Regardless, he burrowed into Geralt’s shoulder, partly to hide his tears and partly because it felt safe. 

“How’s this? Are you okay?”

Jaskier nodded, “Can you squeeze tighter?”

“How about we lay down?” 

“Lay down?” Jaskier’s voice cracked on his words but he barely even noticed. 

Geralt rested one large hand over his soft brown hair, “I could be your weighted blanket? It works for Skel sometimes.”

“Yeah- yeah, okay,” Jaskier muttered as he forced his creaking knees to straighten as Geralt laid him back onto the couch. Geralt positioned them so he was laying on his side against the back of the couch and Jaskier was on his back in front of them. He laid his head on Jaskier’s shoulder and half draped his body over him, just testing the waters. 

That alone was nice, but the little bit of relief only made Jaskier crave more. He tugged at Geralt’s elbow, not really pulling but guiding him to completely cover him. That was perfect. Jaskier could think a little clearer after a few seconds, then he could feel his limbs again and hummed happily. 

“Good?” Geralt’s hopeful smile beaming up at him from where he was resting his chin on Jaskier’s sternum was bright enough to end wars. 

“Very.”

Geralt closed his eyes and sighed, that soft little smile still on his face. Jaskier took a deep breath and basked in the way Geralt’s torso pinned him to the cushions. His thighs were pressed over his legs and pleasantly heavy and the way he’d cushioned his chin with his hands meant Geralt’s lovely, squishy, heavy arms were keeping his shoulders down. 

After a few minutes Jaskier felt the post-anxiety exhaustion hit that let him know it was really over, but he didn’t want to move. Instead he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s ribs and laced his fingers together over his spine. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, eyes closed with a tired smile, “You’re the best weighted blanket I’ve ever used.” 

“Anytime,” Geralt’s voice reverberated through Jaskier’s body in the most soothing way, deep and strong but gentle as well, “I mean it. You don’t need to hide this from me. I want to help.”

Jaskier giggled, “Oh don’t tell me that.”

One of Geralt’s hands floated up to trace Jaskier’s jaw and the high points of his cheekbones, “Why not?” 

“Well, I might believe you. It's a little overwhelming- believing you. -And my anxiety,” Jaskier clarified, brushing his thumb over Geralt’s back as he spoke.

“That’s okay.”

Jaskier frowned and looked down at his boyfriend. He was staring up at him with ridiculously round eyes and his eyebrows drawn in and together with a not-so-subtle pout to his lips. Regardless of the cute face, his eyes held sincerity. And Jaskier didn’t really know what to do with it. 

“I-” Jask took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling as he spoke, “I’m used to hiding it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

Geralt tapped Jaskier’s chin to get him to look at him, “Yeah, that’s okay. If it’s hard for you to tell someone, that’s okay. We’ll work with it.” 

If he weren’t pinned underneath Geralt at an uncooperative angle, Jaskier would have kissed him, but he settled for resting his palm on his jaw, “You’re too sweet to me.”

“You deserve it,” Geralt hummed, turning his head to kiss his wrist. 

For once, Jaskier didn’t fight him on it. 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O and skel are at a trampoline park overlooking a giant foam pit. Skel doesn't want to jump off the drop into the pit, so they go to leave. However, S/O places their hand on their shoulder and says, "Long live the king..." and tries to yeet them into the pit.

Undertale Sans - Lol. He teleports behind you and push you in. When you're escaping, he's waving at you, your phone in his hands. He recorded the all thing. The joke's on you, pal.

Undertale Papyrus - You can only catch the treason in his eyes before he disapears into the pit. Papyrus is shocked. How dare you do that to him ? "yes pal, how dare you". You don't have time to look behind you, Sans is propulsing you into the pit, right next to his brother. These two work in pairs, dear. You should be used to it by now.

Underswap Sans - You're going with him ! As you yeet him into the pit, he grabs yours legs and pull you. The both of you fall in the pit and now throw foams pit cubes at each other.

Underswap Papyrus - You don't have time to push him, he jumps face first into the pit because you scared him to death. Well... That's a way to do it, I guess.

Underfell Sans - After you yeet him in there, all you can hear is angry growling at the bottom of the pit. Red is struggling to get out but can't find the exit. A few seconds later, a blaster opens the way.

Underfell Papyrus - Oh is that so ? Before you can touch him, he grabs your arm and yeet you in the pit with so much force you're hitting the bottom. All you can hear from here is Edge's famous maniac villain laughter. He's enjoying this a little bit too much maybe.

Horrortale Sans - :( He's sitting in the pool, looking at you with big sad puppy eyes to make you feel guilty. What have you done. He just wanted to hug you. You can't take it and jump into the pit to drown with your sins. And hug the big baby too.

Horrortale Papyrus - So, you push him. He's kinda still next to you, just a bit shorter. The pit stops at his knees. You two are looking in each other eyes akwardly. That was not what you expected.

Swapfell Sans - He high-pitch screams when you push him. Everyone is surprised. Nox is so ashame he doesn't want to get out of the pit. That's his new life now. Why did he accept to come again. You monster.

Swapfell Papyrus - Just like Honey, he jumps before you can push him. But then you can't see him. Worry, you're watching the cubes. Then suddenly, one child disappear in a loud scream, then a second. He decided to become the shark of the foam pit. Everyone who fall meet the same fate : they come, they got kidnapped and then get yeet in the next ball pit at the end of the room. Not 10 minutes later, angry parents are asking the big idiot skeleton to leave their damn kids in peace because he is traumatising them. You decide to pull him out of here. But Rus doesn't want to leave. He's laying on the groud. You can try to carry him, he won't move. Your huge idiot boyfriend is doing a tantrum because he can't scare the kids anymore, god dammit. You had to call Nox to avoid the police to come and get him. Why every trip with him is ending like that ?

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

For the UT, UF, and SF boys, let's say they're hanging out and stargazing with their SO. Surprise, surprise, they bought a star as a gift for their vertebae! But not only that, they also bought their own star AND a necklace for the skel and themselves. Carved on the pendant of the skele's necklace is their SO's star and vice versa for the SO, "In that way, when you look at the nightsky whenever we're both away from each other, we both know we're watching over one another." There's no occasion, whatsoever, they just wanted to give their bae a present!

Celestial Gifts

Sans and Rus are the star/space enthusiasts among the group here. There's just something so fascinating yet so beautiful about it that they can't help but appreciate it.

Sans may react a little more awkward to the surprise, having to take some time to realise what was going on and sure, he's not exactly one for words but the look he gives you shows just how much he appreciates it. To have something he cherishes and to share it with you as well, his beloved, it's a gift that he wouldn't be able to get over for a while.

Rus on the other hand is more relaxed about it. Sure, he's also surprised by it but it's nothing like Sans as he's quick to recover from it, chuckling and going to lay down with you as you both watch the stars. He utters a little "Thanks" but he's not the best with words either, instead preferring to show it by wearing it and showing it off to anyone (especially his brother) because it's something that he appreciates so deeply, even if he isn't very vocal about it .

Red and Papyrus aren't exactly into the stars and the likes of it. Sure, they can appreciate the beauty of it, but they also are into other things and prefer to show their affections in a different manner.

Red isn't used to such displays of affection, and it's quite obvious from the way he smiles awkwardly. Of course, he does say "thanks" but he truly is speechless from how above and beyond you went with this, and he does cherish it. I mean, who even buys a star . He finds himself unable to stop himself from glancing at the stars and toying with the necklace. Expect him to never take it off but if you point it out, you're getting a very blushy and huffy skeleton.

Papyrus is a sucker for grand gestures nonetheless even if he isn't exactly the most interested in stars. And it is surprisingly easy to touch Papyrus even if he says he has very high standards. As soon as you gift him the necklace, he goes quiet, looking down at it silently, and you can't help but grow a little concerned. Though, all of that worry fades away when he looks up at you with his sockets tearing up somehow, his eyelights in huge stars as he thanks you with a big hug (you swore you could hear your backbone crack a little from it)

Black and Edge don't have a strong affinity for the stars, either. But that doesn't mean they don't love grand gestures, oh, that's just one of the many ways guaranteed to make them melt and win their heart (as if you haven't already by being just you GSHSHSJS)

Black is , well, for the lack of better words, emotionally constipated. Of course, he's trying to be more open with his emotions and with the concept of being more affectionate as well. Black is a quiet lover, preferring to show how much he adores you in private or in subtle gestures that have you swooning. Though, he's perplexed when he sees the necklace, and he's even more surprised when he hears about what you've done and he's.. Actually speechless, for someone that usually got something to say. This is one of those times where he does have on a more fonder smile as the two of you sit beneath the stars.

Be prepared to hear him brag about this for the next five months to everyone within ear shot, though-

Edge is the same, having to take an incredibly long time to even be comfortable standing close enough that you're shoulders are touching (that was a huge deal to him and he was reeling over it for a while) but oh, he's very, very into grand gestures, and he also loves a challenge. He's flattered when he hears about this, and to see the exact star that you got for him as well as the necklaces, he can't help the deep charcoal hue that dusts his cheeks, mumbling out incoherent nonsense before giving up and deciding to hold your hand and mumble a "thank you." though, be prepared, cause to Edge, this is a challenge, and he will prove to you that he loves you more.

Bet, he'll buy you the whole moon GSHSHSHSHS

[ratsoh-writes]

Funny random one: Skel comes home only to hear shrieking from the kitchen. They walk in and their S/O is on the counter, holding up a trashcan lid and a cooking pot, daring what seems to be a gaggle of very angry geese to "come get some". How do they react and what do they do? (Blogger's choice for skels)

(You asked for it!)

I was gonna wait till tomorrow but I actually have a few hours free before visiting family now. Headcanons time!

Anyways I just wanna do a few notable mentions:

Oak: the geese all slowly start to calm down and the angry honking turns to pleased and affectionate clucking as oak weaves in between them, occasionally giving one a friendly pat or scratch under the beak. Oak snatched some slices of bread and leads the geese out like he’s the pied piper or something. One stays and joins the chicken flock. Oak names it Taco Bell

Rust: all he saw was you on the counter and clearly in distress. It happens in a flash, but one moment the geese are honking away and the next moment there’s an unrecognizable corpse on the kitchen floor as all the other geese all but teleport out the back door. Rust doesn’t stop growling for over an hour

Rythm: ok, he’d love to help you and all, but geese are scary sh*t. Rythm at first tries to shoo the geese away, but they turn on him. One thing leads to another and now both of you are barricaded on the counter together and screaming in unison. Pop winds up having to rescue you two at least and hour later lol

Cash: he’s just standing in the doorway uselessly. This guy is even looking in his soda can like he’s expecting to find shrooms or something in there. You’ll have to yell at him to snap him out of it. Cash will quickly step out and then come back wearing his biggest and thickest winter coat. The geese can’t bite him through that! Then he scoops up each goose bear hug style and throws them out one by one. And he’s laughing at you the whole time of course

Jupiter: at first he snaps into action and grabs every single goose with his gravity magic, immobilizing them. But then the dam breaks, and Jupiter starts laughing hysterically. He’s laughing so hard that his face is streaked with tears and he has to sit on the ground. Luckily Jupiter has perfect control of his magic so those geese don’t even budge.

Lord: he goes with shortcutting you out of the room first, except lord makes a tactical error and winds up taking one of the geese with him. In its panic, the goose flies against his bedroom window where he shortcutted you both and breaks its wing and knocks itself out. Lord knows that mutt would never forgive him if he just lets the bird die, so he leaves it on his brothers bed and goes to take care of the rest in the kitchen. Mutt winds up nursing the injured goose back to health but had to give it up since it doesn’t get along with his pet pigeon

[kuvvydraws]

Sooooooooo

  I may have, like immediately, continued the story from before with your additions added to it. So here we go, the next installment of 

ThunderBolt and Flash.

(Its long just so you know, and I am making a seperate google doc to record the story and your additions to it. This is proving to be a marvelous way for me to get my literary muscles working once more)

The Sweet Ones

At first, they flinch from the contact, only slightly. But as time goes by, and they keep that constant touch, slowly they seem to relax, just a bit. The constant thuds and exasperated sound of Papyrus hitting the doorway catches their attention, and seeing it for a bit leaves them a lil dazed…then he does it again, and they honest to God snort under their breath and chuckle. When the next flash comes they stiffen a lil, but as Poplar and Blue begin to ramble, talking about butterflies, to the best way to cook pasta, and even somehow getting into a rant about which pokemon are best (Bulbasaur is best boy, Gengar deserves a hug and Lugia is magnificent and totally a bird, yes they swim, ever heard of penguins?!) the human begins to relax again, and even joins in on the bandwagon.

And if every flash they press a little more into Ash and Sans, and in lull moments to gently grip their hands in gratitude, well who’s gonna say anything? And when they fall asleep next to these skele boys, and they don’t have their usual nightmares, the skeleboys are gonna have a much brighter, still subdued, but happier human friend come morning.

They still seem nervous going outside, but in the following days, their mood has definitely improved. A couple thunderstorms later, shared together, and a soft “thank you” would find its way being spoken to these sweet boys, each getting a hug of thanks and a soft earnest and genuine smile.

Team Anxiety

They notice the company through the haze of their own terror, and at first nothing changes. But slowly, the human starts getting more concerned over their fear, till instead of being comforted, they’re trying to comfort the anxiety team instead, taking bone hands from hoodie ends, and giving them things to be occupied with doing. It ends up being that distracting them helps distract themself, and they don’t really notice the thunderstorm, having slid into ‘my friends need me’ mode unconsciously. Going to make some honey sweetened hot chocolate for swap pap, deliberately starting a lil argument with Red that pulls him into talking and focusing on something else, and somehow wrangling Swapfell Pap into a blanket and keeping them nearby, and it turns into this strange comfort circle, everyone trying to comfort the other.

They are definitely more centered and put together afterwards, nightmares gone as their concern takes precedent. With some more similar instances under their belt, they’d ask if the skeleboys are afraid of thunderstorms as well? And when they are told that it’s not the case, but instead they had noticed that the human was scared of them and were trying to help….well if a smile could be fond and sad at the same time, then the human does one. And they would give some very sincere thanks to them.

I’ll fistfight Zeus for you Squad

Perhaps the strangest reaction the human would have. The comfort items and food does help, and as they are busy distracting themselves with eating, they would notice the getting up, walking around…the patrolling. And the human would need to simply breathe for a moment…cause they recognize this behaviour. They see it happen when you guys go out to new places, or when one of the skele boys was sick for a bit…they would do this patrol as their way to make sure that…you guys were safe. And that would warm the human, and just the knowledge that two incredibly skilled individuals, friends, would consider their situation deserving of patrol status would have them struggling not to cry slightly.

They would calm down after a visit to the bathroom, and when they return, it would be a gradual decrease in their terror, as in their mind they imagine bolts of lightning being defeated and blocked by these two stalwart guardians. Even in their nightmare that night, it’s protected by their Skele guardians…and if they wake up and find themselves in the kitchen, whereupon said warm awkward hug, sincere comfort is offered by these two, well..they go back to sleep in much more assured spirits. They had never had that reaction to their fear before, even moreso, without being bombarded with questions about it. And it was consistent behaviour to…and that…that was more precious than they realized, as the one time they tried riding it out by themself and not with the skel bro’s was torture.

It’s after that time they made sure to always be with the skel boys during stormy seasons. Just being around them made everything so much easier to handle. It was getting to the point that you barely even considered the thunder and lightning that would flash outside, too comfortable, too at ease, feeling too safe and cared for to even contemplate your fear. And as this happens each time a thunderstorm occurs in the skele house when you’re with them, it does have an effect on the human, one seen during their next sleepover during a thunderstorm. So, during the next thunderstorm, as everyone is relaxing in the living room, you speak up, to use their bathroom for a bit, having brought your sleeping bag with you. You’ve done it before, it’s actually customary now whenever a storm is in the area for you to be at the skele house for a sleepover. So that doesn’t raise eyebrows, or well eye sockets…it’s when they come down..in shorter soft pants and a sleeveless hoodie, exposing their arms and legs for the first time.

It’s then that they would notice the very visible lichtenberg scar that runs down the front of their right leg and across their left arm, as though lightning had patterned itself onto their body. What is their reaction to this sight, of this scar along their friend’s body?

(I already have the story of how they got these scars written down, but I wanna see the boys reaction to the sight first)

[loominggaia]

A random kid hugs each of the FGG how do they react?

Evan: "Oh, uh, hello. Are you lost, little critter? Let's go find your parents."

Lukas: "Ugh, people just let their kids run wild these days! Will someone get this thing off me?"

Glenvar: "I ain't yer pa, kiddo. Wait, am I? Uh oh..."

Alaine: "Hey, small fry! You must be looking for your mom. Don't worry, we'll find her together!"

Jeimos: "Errr, chaps, there appears to be a small child attached to me. W-what do I do? What does it want?!"

Isaac: "Aww, what a nice kid!"

Linde: "Oh my gosh, what a sweet little darling you are! Guys, can we keep him/her? Pleeeease?"

Balthazaar: "What are you doing, youngster? Wiping your nose on my pants? Heh heh. Don't worry, I do that too sometimes."

Skel: "Get your sticky hands off me, you brat!"

Javaan: "Hey, who's rugrat is this? Because I know it's not mine!"

Elska: "IT IS DANGEROUS TO APPROACH STRANGERS, LITTLE ONE"

Mr. Ocean: "Hello, little friend. Have we met before? I can't seem to remember. Perhaps you think I am someone else."

Zeffer: "You'll get yourself killed that way, kid. You're lucky I'm not a sicko or something. Boo! Get out of here."

*

Questions/Comments?

Lore Masterpost

[lythecreatorart]

ERROBAR DOODLE DUMP!!!

Blame Frankcan for most of the thing I been draw for Errosion

Here some contexts for this one

https://twitter.com/ffrankcan/status/1263328225754669057?s=21

Congratulations for Errobar be the first skel kiss I draw😂🤣

Another response to Frankcan, and show two side of Erros

Sweet

Spicy

Erros’ flame desire to start first is VERY RARE to see, he show this in the middle of it but only if he very want to or not keep in his jealousy, the boi breath the fire🤣😂

The fluffy awkward stages that is Errosion try flirt with Ceno (at that time he still called “Cinnabar”) for first time 🤣❤️💙

This is actually base on this doodle when I was doing my final essay 😂

Errosion was so new to the concept of love at this time, he glow so bright & burn so much flower that he just willing to try to show his love by actions instead 😂🤣

I told y’all this guy is low key a hopeless romantic 😂😂

Later he switch from give Ceno flowers to show his love through actions and touch, BIGGEST REASONS WHY HE TRY TO GET RID OF HIS FEAR OF TOUCH SO HE CAN GIVE CENO A HUG!

Errosion: *think* this is better than touch, he not gonna notice it.

Only if know that he will love to touch Ceno WAAAAYYYY later on😂😂

[justleaf]

5 and 14 for the writer asks!!!!

💖 THANK YOU FOR ASKING I hope your cat doesn't bat you in the face this week 💖

#5 Tell us all about your greatest writing achievement (this is your permission to brag without judgement).

I had an RP partner who majored in English Lit and she once told me that I had better flow than some published authors out there, and that made me very 🥺

#14 Copy and paste a joke/funny moment you are particularly proud of.

LMAO SO I wrote so much nonsense for Something Soft but this was my favourite. Eskel, Iorveth and Roche are shitfaced drunk and after Eskel goes to bed, Iorveth gifts Roche a plush squirrel.

And even though he liked seeing his lover happy, he almost died from shame when Roche pulled the ribbon and fished it out. It was a large and remarkably soft squirrel toy, stuffed full of plush cotton and stitched expertly by an elf in the settlement. Roche's eyes grew wide as he squeezed the squirrel, but Iorveth was staring at the bed and didn't catch it.

"Immana show 'skel."

"What," Iorveth objected as he tried to grab the toy out of his lover's grasp, "No!! You absolutely cannot!"

Roche had already leapt out the bed hollering a drunken variation of Eskel's name, crashing into cabinets and uncaring of the contents that tipped over onto the floor and on his head. Iorveth groaned and threw the blanket over his head in shame, trying to shoo away the knowledge that he was never going to live this down. From under the sheets, he could hear a wooden door slam open and the shouts that immediately followed. There was some kind of scuffle and more shouting, and then he heard that same door slam close and Roche stomping back.

"Stupid 'skel, almost tore Seb a new hole. Never! Trust a witcher around man or woman."

"What? Who's Seb?"

"Sebemhyr var Semreis, peasant," Roche spat as he wagged the toy squirrel in front of Iorveth.

"What fuck kind of name is that."

"The best. Heses royalty and you'll treat him like such."

"Gods you're…just come to bed now, would you?"

"Hug him."

"Why? He's yours."

"What you mean why. So I can hugs you both while sleep."

HEHEHEH I STILL LOVE IT TO THIS VERY DAY.

Send me a positive writers ask

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Grunge-Metal Geralt 3

its finally time 😂 after months of staring at an empty google doc i finally had a useful idea - also y’all, go listen to ‘Brighter Side of Grey’ by Five Finger Death Punch bc that’s the song i based this on and its fire and i love it also all of ffdp is one whole witchery mood

Warnging: vague discussion of a car crash where Geralt was severely injured, big emotionaly vulnerability, swearing?, listen to the song then you’ll get the vibes i promise

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“Give them a break, guys,” Eskel sighed as he wrote down his coffee order, “They had a close call. It’s not like they’re always this…”

“Gross. Skel. The word you’re looking for is gross.” Lambert snatched the paper out of his brother’s hand and stalked out of the room with Aiden in tow. 

Jaskier scrunched his nose and called from where he was tucked under Geralt’s chin, “Did we drive them away? I can get up if it’s too much.” Even as he spoke, neither he nor Geralt so much as twitched to make good on the offer. 

“Doesn’t bother me,” Eskel shrugged. 

Lambert and Aiden, mainly Lambert, were getting fed up with Geralt and Jaskier cuddling and cooing and doing general new couple bullshit. Especially since they’d been together three years now. They were recording a collaboration song, meaning everyone had to be there, but it seemed the two vocalists only really cared about each other. Jaskier sat on Geralt’s lap, played with his hair, stole kisses whenever he could… at one point Lambert caught Geralt tracing Jaskier’s lips and forced a coughing fit to get his attention. He probably thought it was subtle, even if no one else did. So to take a break and get some of what he called ‘patience juice’ (coffee), Lambert ran to their favorite coffee shop while Eskel laid down his bass line. 

It’s not that they were intentionally this annoying, not all the time at least. After the car crash, especially once Geralt started doing well in his physical therapy, the couple just couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Not to say that was the only relationship Geralt was suddenly extra involved in, it was just the most noticeable. 

Finally, after tea and coffee was distributed to everyone it was time for Geralt and Jaskier to, well, do their jobs. Jaskier was fidgeting and humming little scales, doing anything to calm the sudden nerves he felt bubbling up in his stomach. 

“You alright?” Geralt purred, nudging him with his elbow as they stood side by side at their respective microphones. When Jaskier only shrugged he continued, “What's wrong?” 

“I’m just not used to so many people being here while I…” Jaskier motioned to the mic before glancing around him and taking a deep breath, “it’s a vulnerable song…” 

Geralt’s worry lines in his forehead melted as he pulled Jaskier into his arms, “I can kick them out if you want?” he whispered. 

Shaking his head and inhaling Geralt’s scent deeply, something Jaskier had learned not to take for granted, he steeled his nerves, “I’ll be fine. Maybe a little weepy, but fine.”

As they were about to start, listening to the instrumental track and humming their parts of the song, Lambert brought Jaskier a bottle of water and set it on his music stand. He gave him a quick side hug and kissed his hair, offering a small “sorry” for all his teasing. Jaskier just giggled in response, the kind that only bubbles over from too much anticipation. He missed it, but Geralt mouthed a small ‘thank you’ to Lambert as he sat back down on the other side of the glass. 

Jaskier hooked his pinky around Geralt’s as the guitar intro started, needing that little bit of contact for the first line. When they’d written it it felt perfect. The audience knew exactly what kind of song they were about  to hear and Geralt really hadn’t known if he would pull through. It took Jaskier right back to the dimly lit hospital room where he scrawled and scratched out lyrics to keep Geralt distracted from his upcoming surgery. The fear, the desperation, the little pockets of joy when they forgot where they were, the overwhelming love that Jaskier thought he’d never be able to fully give to Geralt all crept back up his throat as he took a breath for that stupid fucking first line. 

His voice cracked partway through as he sang, making him fully grip Geralt’s hand, “I’m writing this in case I’m gone tomorrow,” By some miracle, he found his support for the next line, “I’m writing this in case I’ve moved along,”

For a moment he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it. A couple lines passed in relative ease, emotional but not so much it interfered with his craft. If he focused on looking at his microphone and keeping his breath supported he might make it through. Then Geralt joined him for the chorus. 

“When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away. When the sun burns out, I’ll be waiting on the brighter side of grey.” 

His harmony faltered and he involuntarily heaved a broken gasp in the middle of a line, desperately trying to focus on the mic that was now warped by the tears in his eyes. 

Geralt broke off after the first word of his verse, turning to Jaskier and pulling him in again, “You alright, love?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry,” Jaskier groaned in embarrassment as he clung to Geralt’s frame, “I’m being a baby. I wasn’t even the one hurt.” 

“No you’re not,” Geralt argued, running his knuckles over Jaskier’s cheeks to wipe away his tears, “Here,” he moved their mics and stands close enough that they were shoulder to shoulder and their fingers could comfortably lace together. 

Jaskier squeezed his hand gently and gave him a brave smile, “From the top?” 

“From the top.”

This time Jaskier tried watching Geralt as they sang. He made it through the first chorus and got to just watch as Geralt sang his verse. The pang of emotion in his chest was still ever present, but it was manageable. Until he noticed Geralt having trouble. 

On “All you get to keep is what you’ve shared,” Geralt squeezed his eyes closed and his grip on Jaskier’s hand tightened. The folk singer prepared, relaxed, readied himself to take a breath in. He was expecting that one to hurt after how much Geralt insisted upon it. How he threatened to get out of that hospital bed and scribble the line himself if Jaskier didn’t put it in. He wasn’t expecting the last line of the stanza to hurt. It had been comforting to the both of them at the time.

Geralt’s lip quivered and his voice was almost pinched as he sang out, “Remember no one ever really dies.”

Even being the one to write the melody, Jaskier missed the first three notes of the chorus, “Fuck. Shit. I’m so sorry.”

“No, that was on me,” Geralt sniffed and chuckled, “I knew you’d lose it if I did.”

“How do you do this?!” Jaskier exclaimed, chugging half the water bottle to keep the breakdown at bay. 

Aiden’s voice came over their headphones, “Half our songs are his trauma and another quarter are group trauma. He’s got practice sweetheart.”

They tried a couple more times, even got through the whole song once with only minimal tears and one tasteful cracked note. But it was still a struggle for Jaskier to keep it together, and the more they sang, the more Geralt lost his iron grip on his composure. 

“Look at me,” Jaskier instructed, moving Geralt to face him and adjusting their mics so they could sing to each other, “Just like when we wrote it. Except a little less pain.” 

The joke earned a snort out of Geralt, exactly what Jaskier was aiming for, “This is supposed to be easier?”

“We can try?”

Jaskier did wonderfully for his verse, singing to Geralt was familiar and safe, even if the subject matter was terrifying. The chorus went well, but as soon as Geralt started to sing, Jaskier couldn’t exhale and it was all he could do not to sniff and ruin the take. 

“If you’re hearing this I know you’re probly scared,” had tears falling down his cheeks again and Geralt’s voice cracked as his eyes welled up, “Nope,” he choked, “that’s worse. Much worse.”

“Fuck,” Jaskier gave a watery giggle as he wrapped his arms around Geralt’s middle, “Why did we decide to do this again?”

Geralt pressed a kiss to Jaskier’s hair, sniffling and holding him tight, “I think we’re sadists.”

“Back to back,” Eskel’s voice crackled in their ears, “Try it back to back.” 

Leaning back to watch Jaskier’s reaction, Geralt hummed, “Do you want to? Or do you need a break?”

“Fuck it,” Jaskier shrugged, spinning Geralt around and following suit as he moved his equipment. 

As they stood waiting for the tech to start the audio, Jaskier felt like he could really inhale for the first time all day. Geralt was there, he could feel his ribs expand against his back and his fingers tapping like a metronome on Jaskier’s palms. This is what they were missing when they wrote the damn song. The comfort of knowing someone is always at your back, that they’ll be there when it’s hard and even when you’re separated. 

A warmth spread through Jaskier as the intro started and he felt ready. He still pressed back into Geralt on the harder lines, reminding himself he was still there, but they both made it through two full takes. 

On the final one, as the recording of the softly picked guitar faded out, Jaskier couldn’t help but repeat two more lines, “When the lights go down, Know that I am never far away.”

His voice hung in the air for a beat, the sense of finality reverberating through the studio and bringing everything else to a stand still. 

Geralt was the first to breathe, “Shit, we made it.”

“We fuckin made it,” Jaskier huffed, emotionally drained but immensely satisfied as he turned to hug Geralt from behind and press his cheek to his spine, “I love you.”

“I love you too. Let’s get a snack?”

“Yeah.”

When the sound tech played the potential mix for the first time, he tacked on an echoing, distant sounding recording of their conversation. Everyone looked at each other and nodded, goosebumps on their arms and that feral sparkle in their eyes that every artist gets when they’ve stumbled on something really exciting. They re-recorded some guitar and drums, but they kept the vocals exactly the same. 

For the album art they wrote “I love you” on the tattered hospital stationary that had the lyrics and chords written on it and took a picture. Jaskier had the original framed and hung in their house as a little reminder. 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

SF, UT, UF, and HT bros have a best friend that has a really talkative husky. The dog will just talk at them and keep talking even if they aren't listening anymore. If the skel runs away to another room, the husky will sit outside the door and keep at it. If they try to tell the husky to be quiet or cut it off by talking, the dog will scream at them until they be quiet, wait a few secs, and then start up again. It's best to appease the doggo by agreeing to everything it says.

Undertale Sans - He loves your dog. He can't get over it. He's having real talks with him and actually asks his opinion when you ask him something. He loves him so much he is begging you to let him go for a walk with him. The first time Papyrus saw Sans running with the dog volontarily, his jaw almost drop in shock. He will gladly keep him home if you need it too.

Undertale Papyrus - He is realising what people meant when they say he is too loud and he feels bad. He hugs the dog to comfort himself, while answering sad "nyoo hoo hoo" at whatever the dog is saying. He'll be strangely quiet the next few days.

Underfell Sans - Ok. The first few minutes, it was funny and stuff, but now it's creepy. He's trying to hide from the dog, but the dog kept coming back. In despair, he teleports with peanut butter and gives it to the dog to have some peace. Thanks Asgore, it's working... For a few seconds at least. Better than nothing.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge is cooking. On his left side, the dog keeps yelling at him. On his right side, Doomfanger is meowing at him because she is jealous of the dog. Edge looks like a coconut about to explode. He wants to concentrate, but the pets are all against him. When he has enough, he turns towards them and let go the most terrifying growl of his life. Doomie and the dog runs to hide under the sofa. Don't piss Daddy when he's cooking pastas.

Horrortale Sans - Oh no. The dog is howling. And Oak can't... resist... must... HOWL BACK. Oak and the dog are howling in unison. It's kinda cute and scary at the same time. Oak will become your husky's best friends in seconds. Like Sans, he wants to be with him all the time. He's even secretly coming to your house when your friend is not here just to play with the dog and pet him. You'll never know.

Horrortale Papyrus - Ah, the dog understood pretty quick who is the weak one giving food in secret here. He's always talking with Willow when he is cooking, and Willow is dropping "accidentally" some pieces of meat or veggies for the dog. Also, Willow is talking a lot to himself, so having the dog trying to answer his thoughts is really helpful, even if he has to guess what that "AWOOWOOWOO" means.

Swapfell Sans - *Hiiiiiiiiiisss* Nox is not a big fans of dogs, and big dogs even less. Everytime the dog is barking, he's jumping out of surprise, a bone in hand, ready to fight. He hates this. Please keep the dog away or he might becoming dangerous.

Swapfell Papyrus - That weirdo is always talking with the dog too... But he is barking back at the dog. His dog imitation is actually so convincing the dog is confused. Who knows, maybe Rus has dog blood in him.

[marigoldsandbuttercups]

Time for another romantic zinger! Say skels (of your choice) had a friend (secret crush?) who narrowly survived something fatal (like they're fine just whoo, that was a close one!). After that happens, they just wind up banging on the skel's door that night and, in a breathless rush, blurting out, "You know how when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes? Yeah, well, that happened, but all I could see was you."

Crush Has A Close Call And Confesses

Sans: He's already frazzled when he heard about your close call, but hearing this, at dead of the night when he was just thinking of you, you can't help but notice his eyelights snuff out and his face is void of any smile before a small "what?" leaves him. He's actually aware of what you just told him but he's just so completely and utterly stunned from all today's events that his soul is having a mini panic attack.

He doesn't say anything, but you know what he's trying to convey when he pulls you into the tightest hug you've ever felt from him, his breathing laboured as holds you close to him. The small, yet very relieved laugh as you spot small tear streaks on his face tells you everything you need to know as the windchimes ring above your heads a soothing tune.

Stretch: He's anxious having heard about what had happened and hell, he was about to make a late night visit to make sure you're okay before you happen to beat him to the chase. He hears the frantic knocking, knowing it couldn't be Blue as he's already asleep, so he's surprised when he sees it's you, yet his soul can't help but calm down when he sees you in one piece.

When you end up blurting out everything that you've experienced in that moment, Stretch is quiet before he slowly holds his arms out to you. Words don't need to be said as you basically barrel into his form, his arms wrapped around you in a vice like grip. "I... I was so afraid I wouldn't see you again" his voice is shaky as he whispers, afraid he may breakdown if he spoke any louder than he actually did.

Black: When he hears about the news, the man literally shouts "WHAT" so loud you swore the neighboring country could hear it-but that's besides the point! He was scared for once, for someone that wasn't him, and that solidified in his feelings for you. And Black had wanted to visit you as well, hell, he was going to probably make sure you have someone else with you when you head out (probably him-) but as he's reached the front door, he sees you, heaving and sweating and before he can question you, he's silenced as you speak.

He doesn't say much as he listens to you, but his eyelights shrink the further you go on and... He can't help but be somewhat comforted by what you had just told him. He doesn't say much to you as he leads you into his home, getting you something to drink as you both sit there in silence. When you are done drinking, you feel his hand on yours as he looks down at his drink. "Being Here With You.. Right Now, Has Never Made Me More Happier" his voice is soft, yet it still had that firm tone to it as he gives your hand a small squeeze.

Blue: When he hears about the news, he's... Uncharacteristically quiet for the whole day. And Stretch knows it's bothering him when he notices that Blues smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. Blue himself is surprised, to realize he's been worried for hours on end about you, to care this deeply for someone else beside his brother. But, the relief that floods his soul when he hears that you're okay is far too great to even convey in words. He mulls over it the whole day, wondering if he should head out and see you, to just see you in person. To make sure that you're actually okay, in front of his eyes. A text or phone call just wouldn't do it for him.

But then he sees you when he opens the door and sense of composure is thrown out the window. He's about to go for a hug when you start speaking, keeping him in place as he stares at you with wide, aqua eyelights. It's quiet for a few moments before a small laugh leaves him and he can't help the small tears, ones filled with anxiety and frustration from the stress of worrying so much, escape his sockets despite doing his best to control himself. He wipes them away almost immediately, not wasting a second before he wraps you in an almost bone crushing hug. You can hear him faintly mumble about how this was all so insane.. But.. He's happy that you're here with him.