#letsallbecalmchaps

[anonauthorsworkshop]

MC has no impulse control. Mistakes were made

AWWWW OMG I LOVE THSI SO MUCH I'M SOBBING

[crystalelemental]

Thank you, I’m glad it resonated. And I do think this approach is interesting. We’ve had others who are obsessed with their legend, but this is the first time I can think of where the person invested is intensely…well, angry. It’s pretty unique as an approach. If he’s gonna come back in Indigo Disk, I do hope Ogerpon has significance. I feel like not having it do anything there would be…odd at this point.

[kaygee-doodles]

Another commission for @letsallbecalmchaps, with the prompt "something fluffy with Reader and Nightmare"

Nightmare sighed as more Intent bubbled through the door separating the two of you. There was nothing particularly positive about it, it was too morose. It wasn't exactly negative either, just a touch too much coyness about it, so he couldn't feed off of it. No, it was more akin to a puppy whining at one's door for attention, knowing they'll get in eventually, but sad they aren't there right this instant.

'Eventually' was now, Nightmare decided, sending a tendril of corruption to pull the chair away from where it was jammed under the double-door knobs. The thud you made when you fell inward from your heavy lean was very, very satisfying.

Still, you grinned triumphantly from the floor.

“Can I help you?” Nightmare asked, trying not to sound too fond.

“I missed you!” you chirped, “You've been in here for three days! I think...”

Nightmare hummed. That sounded about right. He didn't really need sleep as long as he kept well fed, and it was never really 'day' in the world he claimed as his own.

“Why don't you go see what Horror is doing? Or Killer?” the dark skeleton suggested as you popped up, knee-shuffling to peep over the opposite side of the desk, “Literally anyone else.”

You smiled at him, a strange, bubbly expression he still wasn't used to having directed at him, “Because I missed you.”

“Oh.” That did...something strange to his magic. Warmth, bright and borderline painful, bloomed across his chest abruptly, his corruption shying away from the sensation as he tried to smother it, “You...you have terrible taste in company.”

If anything, your smile widened, “I mean, duh. Now come on, haven't you earned a break?”

“No rest for the wicked, dear,” he reminded her, making another note besides a node on a multi-verse map.

“Maybe you wouldn't be so wicked if you got some rest then.” When had you gotten so close? Without his notice, you had moved across the room to lean against the arm of his chair, “Besides, don't you get lonely?”

Nightmare paused to think about it. Did he? Maybe before, he was. But 'before' suddenly seems like such a long time ago. The castle, with your inclusion, was more active and, however impossible it seemed, brighter.

He could feel your body heat, you had shuffled up so close, and to his surprise, it wasn't an unwelcome sensation. It was warm and soft, like you. Like the look you were giving him now, though your eyes were glittering with the promise of mischief to come. It was...a particularly pretty look on you, something that coaxed another wave of warmth to curl and settle in his soul. He wanted to keep this feeling, if he could. But a villains' work is never done, and...and...he chanced another glance at you. You had moved to perch your hands on the arm of his chair, chin resting alongside them as you looked up hopefully. Dammit...

“Lonely? No,” he said finally, rolling the massive multiverse map up and tying it off, “I have you for company.”

[smilingperformer]

Dragonite was so good this episode. So intense in the battle but when it was over it was back to babey with happy tears :') They did my boy Gengar dirty tho

Gengar needs to win the next match, poor thing’s been knocked dead too much lately lol But Kairyu, oh Kairyu I love it so much ajfhgshfgsjhf

[skelezbian]

it's frisk isn't it? mars did have writing on the wall saying frisk didn't recognise him... so mars met frisk, something happened and that was the catalyst for the starvation by sans

do you know how long i’ve been waiting for someone to say this...... YES frisk saw mars + jupiter, sans found out, but frisk didn’t recognize them

[wasteland-tyrant-imagines]

Can't remember if I actually sent the ask but could you maybe write something with the ss showing codsworth the spouses body? I wish there was more of an exploration of the impact in the game

It had become a ritual, coming to back to the Vault--back to where her entire life ended and began in the same instance.  It was always so eerily quiet there, the metallic floor echoing the footfalls of her heavy boots as she made the familiar trek to the cryogenic stasis pods.  

To what had become a graveyard.

The others--her neighbors, her friends even--were still in their pods, frozen in death.  The thought that she should bury them flashed through her mind, but she didn't have the mental fortitude to undergo the task just yet.  

Not when that would mean burying him, too.

During this trek, however, there was another sound accompanying her footsteps--the sound of jets, propelling her oldest friend as he floated behind her, taking stock of the state of the Vault.

"Why, just look at how clean everything is here!  Even without all the maintenance--Vault Tec simply is a marvel, isn't it?  Of course, it's no General Atomics, no sirree."

Codsworth chuckled, completely unaware of what was waiting at the end of this journey.  When he'd seen Nora heading into the Vault, he'd floated behind her, asking if she could use the company.  It was often a private affair, but... she realized that Codsworth deserved to say good-bye to Nate.  He'd never gotten the chance.

Her robotic companion's prattle began to die down when she stepped down among the pods and he noticed the unmoving bodies.  She could hear a word cut off.  Even his jets seemed to whirl quieter.

Nora stopped in front of her late-husband's pod and placed a hand on the latch.  

"Oh, dear... Is that... is that Sir?"

She could hear Codsworth's stammer from behind her, even as she jerked the door open, exposing his frozen, blood-stained body to the recycled air of the Vault.  "Yeah..." she remarked, trailing off as she twisted the wedding ring on her finger.  She'd long-since stopped tearing up at the sight of his lifeless body; she'd grown numb.  

Maybe that meant she was finally moving on.  

"Mum, I'm... I'm so sorry..."  

Codsworth hovered to her side, still focused on Nate, his robotic arms drawn close to his spherical body, as if afraid to touch--as if afraid he'd disturb his friend's slumber.  

"It's... I got revenge, you know?  I killed Kellogg.  I found Shaun."  She glanced up at Nate's peaceful expression.  He wasn't in there, not anymore, and she knew it, but still... Updating him on her progress was cathartic.  "And, honey, he's so smart.  And he means well, but... I... I don't know what to do..."  

Her voice did finally break, and Codsworth placed a clamp on her shoulder, gently coaxing her to look at him.  "Mum, if I may say... I think Sir would be proud of the person you've become.  And no matter what you decide... I do believe you would have his blessing."

Coming from him--from the one person left that knew her as Nora the lawyer before she was Nora, General of the Minutemen--meant the world to her.  She reached out and tenderly rubbed her fingertips along his lightly-rusted shell.  "Thanks, Codsworth.  He would have been proud of you, too, you know?"

Codworth floated a little higher, seemingly inflating with pride.  "I do live to serve, Mum, and serving by your side is indeed an honor!"  His optics focused back on Nate, and he hovered closer, his clamp still in contact with you.  "It's... much more real, seeing Sir like this.  I can't imagine what you must have felt, Mum."

"Angry," she muttered, her voice almost inaudible.  "Terrified.  Heart-broken.  I thought I'd feel better after I killed Kellogg..."

"You don't?"

She shook her head, just barely, and her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.  She was quiet for a long moment, while both of them stared at Nate, and finally, Codsworth cleared his metaphorical throat and gripped her shoulder tighter.  "Mum, how would you like an omelet?

Snapping from her introspective moment, Nora quirked a brow.  "An omelet?  Now there's something I haven't had in ages..."

"I used to cook them for you all the time!  And I recently acquired a recipe for a Deathclaw egg omelet!  I've heard they're quite tasty!  Not that I would, erm, personally know."  He chuckled lightly, and she found the subject change lifting her spirits as she nodded.

"Well, we really should eat that Deathclaw egg before it spoils."

Codsworth bobbing up and down in an imitation of a nod.  "Indeed!  And the egg is large enough that we could invite your friends over for brunch!  Oh, it's been so long since we've had a proper brunch!"  The excitement in his voice was something Nora understood, something that extended to wanting to grasp the threads of that old life and interweave them with the new.  

Her hand slid up, gripped his clamp and gratefully squeezed. "That sounds wonderful.  Maybe we can scrounge up some sides without too many rads while we're at it."  

As he began to list the possibilities, she sent one last look to her late husband, her smile much more genuine this time as she shut the door of his pod.  She and Codsworth turned, beginning to amble out of the Vault, but her robotic companion paused, halfway turning to cast one last lingering glance at the rows of pods.  

"Say, Mum... if you want some company the next time you visit Sir, I would be happy to accompany you."

She paused, before her smile broadened, and she nodded.  "I'd like that, Codsworth.  Thank you."

And then the two of them left the Vault, chatting about what MacCready and Hancock's reactions would be to the brunch invitation.

[get-rammed]

HOLY CRAP MA, I’M ARTIN’ AGAIN

Hey, remember like over a month ago when I was doing OCs? Here’s one of the last two I’ve taken forever to do. I’m so sorry ;-; I feel really bad because MEDI is friggin’ adorable

This is MEDI, a cute Emergency Response Robot who belongs to @letsallbecalmchaps

[jolie-in-the-underground]

Just a thought, but could gramps get a prosthetic? Either as support or as a replacement to his damaged wing, assuming amputation wouldn't kill him

Wings are of such import to the angels that even having a ruined one that is a constant source of agony is better than not having one at all. Their magic is directly tied up in their wings, which is why Sans’ magic is weaker than it should be. The fight between him and Undyne would have been no contest if he hadn’t been injured. A seraphim in particular would sooner Fall or straight up commit suicide before willingly undergoing an amputation.

Even some sort of support mechanism wouldn’t work because he’s essentially suffering the magical equivalent of nerve damage (at least that’s what the pain is, and having something attached to it would make things worse). There are also... reasons why Sans’ wing hasn’t healed. Technically speaking, the damage wasn’t so bad that healers shouldn’t have been able to fix it.

[carmlpop]

Just swooping in to give ya a lil smooch 😘 keep being great

*checks over shoulder and in nearby bushes* Me?!

[raccoonsinqueen]

Me and ma magical girl gang did a mass art trade of eachother and our favorite skele:

@letsallbecalmchaps drew @aliceindoodleland with UF!Sans

@carmlpop drew @kurasumasin with Sans

I drew @carmlpop with US!Papyrus

@kurasumasin drew @letsallbecalmchaps with SF!Papyrus

and @aliceindoodleland drew me with UF!Paps *NICE*

[anjoartist]

For the 3rd place prize, It’s @letsallbecalmchaps‘s Character Kit!

I looooooooooove this lil dude, it was fun to draw him :D!

[kaygee-doodles]

Sad Time Trio

A what-if commission from the lovely @letsallbecalmchaps

What if there was a reset while the boys were gone?

Something was wrong. Dust could, heh, feel it in his bones as he looked around your apartment.

“oh, she got a new couch,” Killer walked by Dust, flopping onto said couch and stretching to take up as much space as possible, “probably got tired of having random clothes spat onto her floor.”

Maybe that was it, but....Dust didn't think 'new' couches had wear marks on the arms. The coffee table was missing too, and there was a lingering sense of wrongness in the room. A quick glance at Horror confirmed the larger skeleton had noticed as well.

With a frown, the cracked-skulled skeleton lumbered into the diminutive kitchen, the night's offering of food gripped tight in it's box.

“the hell-?...s'no food?”

'No food' to Horror could mean any number of things, from an actual lack of food, to a fully stocked fridge of nothing but vegetables. Curious, Dust peeked into the kitchen, and even Killer unbonded with the couch to take a look, his empty sockets squinting. Well, it wasn't 'no food', but certainly a lack of. The fridge only held milk, sodas, and a few apples.

“this....was full....last week,” the large skeleton seethed.

“maybe she got really, really hungry? don't worry about it, big guy, plenty of food in this 'verse, we'll get her set up again,” Killer plucked the tin from Horror's hand and side-stepped his way to the oven, dropping the soon-to-be-dinner in and setting it to 'warm'.

The sound of a key in the lock brought all conversation to an abrupt stop, all three skulls swiveling towards the door.

Finally, Dust thought, time to get all this sorted. But that sense of wrongness only increased when you stumbled through the door.

“oh wow, you look awful!” Well, Killer wasn't wrong. You were ashen, dark circles under your eyes and breathing a little too hard for someone who only went up one flight of stairs.

You jolted, freezing in place in the doorway. Paused. And backpedaled out of the room, ducking your head around the door.

“Yeah, this is me,” you mumbled, shuffling back into the doorframe, “So. Um. I think you guys are in the wrong apartment.”

“uh....no?” Eloquent as ever, Horror.

“Uh, yes? What are you-” your shoulders dropped, “Oh man, please don't tell me I'm the first one to ever get robbed by a monster. I don't even have anything.”

Dust sucked in an unneeded breath. You sounded tired. Broken. The Intent that rolled off your SOUL was just exhausted confusion. You were serious.

It clicked. Horrifyingly, seamlessly, the clues snapped together. The old 'new' couch. The lack of food. The missing furniture. How bad you looked.

“OH, THIS IS JUST DELICIOUS.”

“no, no nonononono,” Dust moved before he thought, ignoring his brother to reach for his human, his mate, his Starlight, but you...you panicked.

You jerked back in alarm, preparing to run, but Dust was faster than you. He caught you by your SOUL and pulled. At the same time, Killer must have figured it out too, but had forwent magic by jumping out and tackling you.

The sound you made was a wet, pained thing as you crumpled under the smaller skeleton, your SOUL left hanging, suspended in the air.

It was no wonder you looked terrible. All the magic laced over and into your SOUL was just...gone. A hollow gouge splintered out from the middle, a memento from your almost-murder and the only proof you had ever met them at all.

Horror was the first to say it.

“...a reset.”

Killer and Dust grimaced at the word. But Horror was right. They had left you here, alone and unguarded in this cotton-candy world. You had been so stubborn about staying, so sure you would be fine.

“YOU NEVER LEARN SANS. ANY WORLD WITH A LIVING FRISK IS UNSAFE.”

“i know, pap. i fucked up,” Dust admitted, reaching out and calling your SOUL towards him.

“Don't touch it!!” You kicked uselessly, trying to buck Killer off you from where he had you pinned on the floor.

“aw, it'll be okay,” Killer pat your head cheerfully. He could act fine all he wanted, but the increase the black ichor pouring from his socket betrayed his actual thoughts. Dust could see you cringe as the goo pattered steadily over the back of your neck and shoulders.

In spite of your flailing, you SOUL went to him easily, either recognizing him on some level, or simply too weak to put up any resistance. Dust preferred to believe the former. It was so cold in his hands, glittering weakly around the gash in the center. You were dying all over again, just slower, this time. He could fix it now, and deal with the fall out later...if you accepted his magic. If you rejected him, your SOUL might shatter from the attempt. No, not worth the risk.

“P-please. Give it back. Let me go...” You jerked against Killer again, but your energy was failing you fast. Dust didn't know if your tears were from terror, or anger, your Intent rising out of you like one long scream.

“can't.” Horror sounded genuinely regretful as he knelt in front of you, “you're dyin', lil treat...you're...you're real sick.”

“I'm...I'm not, please.”

On top of you, not that you could see, Killer shook his head, “he's right, birdie. let's,” he paused, looking up at Horror and Dust, his head tilting as he smiled deviously, “let's get you...somewhere safer.”

***

Nightmare had never personally experienced the trauma of a RESET, but he was beginning to get the gist. Ever since Dust had returned with you, the castle was steeped in a miasma of fear and anger. Though you had been given anything and everything you could ever want, you were stressed, and scared. Patience, they reminded each other, as the sound of your sniffles drifted through empty halls. You had loved them once. Time to see if you would be willing to do it again.

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Thank you for reading! If you would like a story of your own, feel free to check my rates and drop me a line!

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey llamalord, wonderful being that i bow down to, i was wondering, do you have a list of the AUs you have made? I want to try to draw all of them, like, each au can have all the bois and mc in a "group photo" each with their respective traights and personalities!

-PM

hgjk

Well. I’m impressed and VERY flattered that you’re going to attempt such a thing. My only question is...

do you know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into?

These are the ones I’ve kept track of. A few more may have slipped between the gaps. :>

- Nagas

- Sirens

- Skiders

- Harpies

- Ghosts

- Robots

- Pirates

- Vampires

- Ancient mummies from a crypt

- Beasts (in a Beaty & the Beast style)

- Wizards (Howl’s Moving Castle style)

- Crazy asylum inmates

- Crazy prison inmates

- Knights

- Among Us aliens

- Wild west cowboys

- Steven Universe gems

- Mobsters

- Cheshire cats

- Coraline monsters

- DnD party

- Farmers

- Mamma mia surprise parents

- Demon familiars to a witch

[raccoonsinqueen]

SO DO IIII!!!!

@raccoonsinqueen testing out some textures. Best freindship. I support it 100%

[get-rammed]

So this is Kit, and he’s pretty much the only OC i’ve ever made. The idea behind him was that monsters experimented with more traits then just determination and he got given patience. Unfortunately his body has both fused with it and rejects it leading to him constantly having bouts like this. This can also be trigged during stress, which is pretty often for him. 

This is adorable boy is Kit who belongs to @letsallbecalmchaps

I just want to give him blankets and hot coco. Poor baby :c

[jolie-in-the-underground]

I'm pretty sure orange started because it was a warm colour and is opposite the colour wheel to blue which people associated with sans , it made for more dynamic colours together and added some nice contrast. Same with how I personally wish more people used yellow for sans since that is one of his eye colours. And I agree integrity is a good choice for pap, that or kindness

Yeah that’s pretty much the only explanation I’ve ever found either? Which seems... silly and is why I was thinking maybe there was some other reason, but I guess not XD I mean, i get it from an artistic standpoint, but when you’re talking about the traits that summarize their characters... why change just for that? lol.

But yeah, to me, Sans’ primary soul trait is Patience, but his secondary is definitely Justice.

I’m totally fine with people switching up the soul traits that everyone represents (I’m not about to judge people for their headcanons lol. that way lies madness), but I don’t understand it, either. To me the canon on it is all extremely straight forward, so unless you’re looking to change it up as a way to explore a different way to tell a story or represent a character, I don’t get it.

For me, it’s always:Toriel = Perseverance, Frisk = Determination, Sans = Patience, Papyrus = Integrity, Undyne = Kindness, Alphys = Bravery, Mettaton = Justice

They just... are. For me, anyways, heh. Again, I seriously don’t care what other people headcanon, that’s what fandom is for man, you do you!