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[lover-of-skellies]

How smoochable is Anxiety Sans?

After doing a little research and debate, I've decided that Anx gets a smooch-ability rating of 10. He's a safe enough bet, if you feel like you absolutely needed to kiss a skeleton

Ok,, fair disclaimer, I did look up some things about him, but I couldn't really find much information about why he is the way that he is, or a description of the AU he's from itself. I'm doing this as best I can, with what little info I was able to procure. Please do not get upset with me if I botch anything or if the rating feels unfair to you in any way

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1) How dangerous is his mouth? His teeth aren't sharp or jagged, and they're flat. While that would ordinarily be enough to score 2 points here, he seems to do a lot of shaking and trembling. Shaking and trembling could also lead to teeth chattering (if severe enough), which in turn means accidental nipping. I don't think the nipping would be enough to do any real damage though, so his mouth seems safe enough. 2 points for this

2) Would he bite? Not intentionally. Again, accidental nipping is a possibility, but it wouldn't be anything major. Is he aggressive? Unless you're the player and you're doing a genocide run, no, he doesn't strike me as the aggressive type. I'll give him 1 point here and deducting one for the possible of nipping

3) Are there any health hazards to the smoocher? From what I can tell, no. He's not leaking any gross fluids (unless you count sweat), he doesn't have any weapons on him regularly, he's more inclined to leave or run away than lash out, and he seems mostly clean. So for this, I'll give 2 points

4) Does he have a sympathetic backstory? I have no idea. I couldn't find any information regarding that, but the fact that he has such intense anxiety leads me to believe that he did experience some kind of trauma or huge, life changing event. Whatever it was really did a number on him, so I'll give 1 point here. He's losing 1 point simply because I don't know any of the details

5) Does he deserve a smooch? I mean..... he seems like a nice guy, if not nervous and socially inept, but that doesn't make him bad. From what I've seen, he hasn't done anything bad in his entire life, and he's forced to endure the resets, so. Sure. I'll award 2 points, since he's actually very good in comparing to some of the other characters I've rated

6) Is he cute or cool? His design is a little plain and he looks pretty disheveled at times, but looking disheveled seems to be on par with having anxiety itself. His anxiety gets him 2 points, because if I've learned anything from seeing people react to characters with anxiety before, it's that anxiety makes a character "baby", and "baby" characters are typically viewed as being cute or adorable

In total, Anx gets a 10 out of 12 smooch-ability rating. You could do it and it'd be fairly safe, since he's not likely to skewer you with magic bones or take a bite out of your face, or anything like that. I feel like if you were to smooch him, he'd get flustered and confused, and he'd likely just wanna run off and hide until he manages to calm himself down again

[thatndginger]

Character development questions 5 and 1

Thank you for funding my Warrick obsession, sweetheart <3 

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

Warrick is an only child, and he didn’t have any relatives of close age to interact with. What he did have though, was a scrappy little Irish immigrant named Kerr and oldest-daughter-syndrome-personified Jay. Shapeshifter’s all about the family you choose, and those are the two Warrick chose. He’s closer with Kerr by just a smidge. They’ve been joined at the hip since they were 13 and Kerr got suspended for punching out a bully that misgendered Warrick.

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Ooh, ok this one is actually a bit difficult. On the average day, there’s a 50/50 chance Warrick forgot his wallet, housekeys, or phone, but he’ll always have a pencil/pen and mini sketchbook tucked away somewhere. Gum, usually candy or fruit flavored. A hand-made multi-tool (totally not for picking locks). A pack of cigarettes, but a lighter is another 50/50 for being forgotten.

[queenfisher1]

(#FFF214 Broken Mirror) Breaking the Dutchess' Mirror

This is a short story continuing a previous one I had written as an assignment. It is based on another short story called "The Reaper's Image" by Stephen King. Here's the link to previous short story I made (Dutchess Aria's Delver Looking Glass): https://www.deviantart.com/queenfisher1/art/Dutchess-Aria-s-Delver-Looking-Glass-917424412

@flashfictionfridayofficial

They snuck back into the crowded room, luckily without any attention drawn to their sudden reappearance. Jessy felt reassured by the lack of attention, allowing her to act as if nothing had happened. She looked around and studied the mirrors hung on the wall. They were simplistic and square, reaching from the floor to the ceiling high above her head. The reflections were plain. Dull compared to the handcrafted Delver mirror.

The Delver mirror. A shame she didn't see what she was hoping to find in it. Its delicate reflections were mystifying, yet, a part of her felt discouraged when she looked in it. Up to now, she has felt this way about the mirror. She wasn't too happy about being followed into the room either. The break was soon to be over, and the conversations bouncing off the walls simmered down into whispering of gossip.

Jessy glanced at the few who followed her into the dutchess' room, praying they wouldn't speak a word of their trespass. Isaac and Glenn were aimlessly walking and weaving about at a slow pace, something almost every other classmate did in that room. Charlie, however, stood impatiently near the door they entered from, tapping his foot and burrowing his eyebrows. His stance was tense and insecure. He seemed like he was going to faint from an unknown source of stress. Did he see something in the mirror, she questioned. Charlie wasn't sweating, if not on the brink of breaking out. His eyes were narrow and still. Something was definitely off about him, but the cause of such a stressed pose was still questionable. Miss Hall stood up from a small cushioned bench and clapped her hands twice, silencing the crowd. 

"Alright class, we shall quickly do a roll call before continuing the tour," she blurted out of her wrinkled mouth, "I need you all to be quiet unless I call your name."

She began to go through a list of names, each one responded to with either the words 'here' or 'present'. Even though no one noticed her and the others left or were notified of it, something still felt very raw and uncomfortable. Almost like something was forgotten. Or maybe even someone. Something then finally occurred to her when a particular name was called out.

“Rachel?” Miss Hall called. Everything fell dead silent. Jessy looked around to see if she could spot her, but she was nowhere to be found. She glanced at Charlie, somehow seeming more tense as he looked about the room as well. The girl who followed her into the room first was no longer with them. “Rachel?! . . . Rachel Varney!”

Norman quickly pulled out a small hand-held radio and put it over his mouth. Why, of all people, did Rachel not return? What could have happened? Thoughts blurred about her head as she tried to find a viable reason why she was not in the room they were all supposed to be in. Suddenly, the mirror came into thought. Jessy’s expression went white.

She quickly got up and ran out the room, not caring if she was spotted. Before she knew it, someone grabbed her by the shoulder.

“Hold it young lady! You’re not allowed to wander beyond the group!”

“NO!! I NEED TO FIND HER!!” Jessy cried. It couldn’t have happened to her, she thought. Why did it have to be her of all people?! Why couldn’t it have been me instead?! Why did it work for her?! I’m the one who wanted to leave this world! Tears rolled down her cheeks and wet the delicate carpet underneath her feet.

“What do you mean?! You don’t mean to tell me that you were sneaking out with someone else!” the man scolded. This is my fault, she cried. I should’ve double checked before leaving the group. I should’ve looked back before entering that stupid room! THIS HURTS!! “Where’s your friend?!”

“She’s gone!” A knot caught in her throat and her voice began to crack. “She looked at it! She looked at it, and it’s my fault!”

“Answer my question young lady!”

“We went into the Dutchess’ room,” Jessy sobbed. She wanted to fall onto her knees, but the guard’s grip kept her up on her feet. “She looked into the mirror, and it’s all my fault. I want that mirror broken.” The pain grew into an agony that snapped into great disbelief. She was able to quickly free herself in the blink of an eye and rushed to the room. Nothing was stopping her now. The guard’s voice was muffled out into a blur. Adrenaline was overflowing in her veins. She swung the door open and grabbed the mirror from the desk. Looking into its mystic, reality defying reflection, she once again saw nothing. Rage exploded in her eyes and she threw it to the floor.

The mirror landed on the top part of its brim and it shattered, scattering small glass pieces across the brittle carpet. Jessy suddenly collapsed to her knees, and knelt onto her elbows, leaning over the frame of what was once the Delver mirror. Tears come pouring out of her eyes like a river. Her arms shook unsteadily, and her heartbeat quieted into a solemn melody. If anything through her lifetime, this hurt the worst. She didn’t care anymore about leaving this wretched world. She wanted to suffer instead. This guilt was a hundred times worse than the agony she felt for simply existing.

[queenfisher2]

Say hello to my Undertale character, Jack from Ecotale, aka Ecotale!Sans.

Things about this man:

Cannot teleport (sadly, he'll have to walk to Grillby's)

His house resides in Waterfall (yes, he has to walk that far from his house to get to Grillby's)

Is lacking in a brother

Has an addiction to tomatoes (You heard me folks! Tomatoes, not ketchup)

Is surprisingly tidier than Sans in Undertale

Has plant-influenced abilities (Ecotale is indeed completely plant organic)

(Disclaimer: I no longer have access to digital art, so the pics shared in this blog are old. I will have an updated version of this guy in the near future)

This was my first drawn picture of him on a tablet. The character you see on the right-hand side is another character from the same AU.

This was an attempt at a character reference sheet. I'm probably going to create a new one (I'm going to do him in a better art style as well.)

This is the last of the digital art pieces I have of him. I know, this was a very bad attempt at a comic strip.

To be honest, all the other characters I created for Ecotale were only drawn once for my own reference

As you can see, I did a little sketch of him and used him as my profile picture. Don't be afraid to ask questions about him. I might even allow him to interact with your questions. (Key word: might)

I also have his story currently being written and published on Wattpad.

(Disclaimer: While I was drawing these photos, I was trying to figure out my drawing style. Meaning, all of them look different in their own way)

Jack/Ecotale!Sans belongs to me (queenfisher1/queenfisher2)

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

[scramble-eg]

I found you, EG! Now hand over the tomato juice!

are you queenfisher1? that's the only person ik who puts caps in my name.

[skeletonscarz]

In Town by QueenFisher1

[thatndginger]

Find the Word

I was tagged by @toribookworm22​ for this game. Thank you so much for the tag!!

For my part sending it forward, I’m picking the words: SHADOW, ACHE, HOLLOW, PINK, & PETAL and I’m gonna tag in @doom-inique-writes​ @queenfisher1​ @nicosraf​ @livgraves​ @msantoniaisamess​

No pressure; play if you want to, and to anyone else - consider this your honorary tag!

Writing under the cut ^.^

My words were: SAVIOR, IDEA, BACKPACK, IVY, & GO. I pulled from the entire mess that is Shapeshifter, so there’s a few different characters in here~

SAVIOR

I’ll be honest, I couldn’t find this word ^_^;. I guess I just don’t have any characters who deserve the title (or would use it.)

IDEA

“Warrick.” Jay stands, catches her hands on her hips, and takes a step towards Warrick. “I’ve known you for almost ten years. I know every one of your tells.” With every step closer she gets, Warrick stands up a little straighter. “Like how you hide your hands when you lie.” This close, Jay has to crane her neck almost painfully to look at his face. “Or how you won’t look me in the eye when you think I’m going to be mad.”

“I have… no idea what you’re talking about.” Warrick’s gaze flickers towards her face but can’t quite stick. His arms fall slowly, deliberately to his sides as he clears his throat.

BACKPACK

Jay snags his jacket before he can throw it on the floor. The faint, warming hum of magic makes her fingers itch, so she hangs it off the nearest set of handlebars she can see. “He’s a prick but he pays well. He also called to ask me to send the ‘cute one’ next time, too. So if you’re in the market…”

“Oh, hell no.” Kerr swings his leg over the seat, perches there while he pulls a backpack off the back of his bike. It’s the only thing that seems affected by the weather, leather dark and shining with rain. Kerr wrinkles his nose as he lets it drop to the ground with an ear-ringing series of clangs. He turns his disgusted look towards Jay. “I may not have much of a type, but whatever it is, it’s the opposite of ‘smarmy, rich schmuck’.”

IVY

“Why would I?” Jay leans back against the counter. “Besides, I’m pretty sure War’s hoarding them all.” She’s wearing a dark tanktop now, the delicate lines and colors of her tattoos on full display. The design was Warrick’s work, an explosion of flowers and ivy that trickles down Jay’s neck to her shoulders, ending just below the curve of them. The section on her right shoulder is still missing color. For now. 

Inky foliage stirs as she shrugs, her face hidden behind her mug.

GO

“Wait,” Warrick says from the table. “Did you make my eggs look like a dick?”

Kerr frowns at his phone, only half paying attention. “It’s so when I tell you to go eat a dick, it’s an achievable goal, yeah?” He types a one-handed reply as Warrick chokes on a laugh. Almost before he can set the phone down on the counter it’s ringing.

[queenfisher1]

Check out my profile on Wattpad. https://www.wattpad.com/GuildedGuardian?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile 

I am an artist and a VERY green writer. I will become a novelist one day with a great story. You can find my art on DeviantArt under the name QueenFisher1. These stories are for you to enjoy. Comment if you find anything that you want to critique.