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[freshiegayboi]

HERES THE DEAL

if you go to this post here it will explain things: https://www.tumblr.com/absurdmageart/734536181612724224/my-kofi-link-httpsko-ficomabsurdmageart?source=share

here's my contribution

for every ten dollars donated to @absurdmageart (and i WILL be keeping track!) one of these fics will be updated! it may take a little bit, but ALL of them will be updated as they are funded, people who donate 10 dollars or more feel free to mention which fic youd like updated, or send me a message saying which, if any! if not it'll just be in order. that's on top of the art you'd be getting from Mage!

this is NOT for me

this is for Mage, who hasnt deserved the shit they've dealt with this year

lets help them out!

under the cut is a synopsis and link to all the fics on the bingo, have fun! (also i will be doubling up on fics, no worries lol)

hearing the mission bell - Mutt/Reader fic where Mutt has a daughter who is kidnapped

so many snacks, so little time - Gaster is a Symbiote fic, also Gaster/Reader

A Golden Sword - Medieval Bad Sans Poly fic, Cross centric

Bits and Pieces - Serial killer/Crime novelist Kedgeup fic

If I had You - Ghost!Reader/Underfell Bros fic

Safe House - Red is rescued from a forced prostitution ring

Giving Your Cards Away - Little!Slim with Caregiver!Edge and Spicymaple

The Reset Fallacy - Undertale bros become Underfell bros the fic

Downplaying Fear - Gaster harem/Reader

Turning Out - Spicyhoney Pokemon crossover

Blank Shot - Spicykustard+Mapleketchup philanthropist/hitman AU

Subjugation - Edge/Reader fluff fic

Imperial - Cherryblossom medieval fic

Sloppy Seconds - Angsty Spicyhoney fic

Carry Me - Horrorfell bros/Reader fic

Harried and Torn - Spicykustardpuff the fic

Garish - Swapfell bros/Reader hurt/comfort

Disconcerted - Kedgeup teacher AU

Fish in the Sea - Purple Swapfell Bros/Reader the fic

Sparks and Wires - Spicyhoney Android!Honey AU

[freshouttaparsnips]

But, despite his best efforts, Edge was awake before him that morning, noticing that Papyrus was nowhere to be found, waking Sans on the couch with a near violent shake. Sans glared up at him, Edge glaring back before whispering a harsh “Sorry. Where’s your brother.”

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woooo, this fic won the poll from the Helping-A-Friend Drive (sorta, it was a two way tie and I chose this), so it’s getting updated until its done!!

ya’ll might read back a bit, this is chapter 9 lol

reader it on Ao3

or read it below!!

(and check out the post explaining my drive and how to help!)

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It wasn’t very long after the Fell brothers showed up, perhaps a week at most that Sans felt a change in the air. It was familiar, unfortunately, and it… was coming at a really bad time, actually. Neither of the dust bros would have any idea of what to do about any of it, which was a problem all on its own.

The actual issue was something else entirely, but he couldn’t really be honest about it. Grillby was the only one of anyone that knew anything about it, and Sans would really have rather kept it that way.

But, despite his best efforts, Edge was awake before him that morning, noticing that Papyrus was nowhere to be found, waking Sans on the couch with a near violent shake. Sans glared up at him, Edge glaring back before whispering a harsh “Sorry. Where’s your brother.”

Sans blinked. “What’dya mean? Isn’t he usually out runnin’ with you around now?”

Edge was quiet for a disconcertingly long time, before finally answering. “Normally, yes, we would be halfway done with our run.” He glanced up the stairs at Papyrus’ room, the door firmly shut, the “No One Allowed!” sign hung.

Well. At least Paps had done Sans the decency of putting the sign up. That was always nice.

“It’s alright buddy.” Sans finally drawled, scratching at his back as he sat up. “But we should head out for a while. Grab your bro and lets skedaddle.”

Edge looked about two seconds from arguing, but Sans deadeyed him long enough that he scowled, turning on heel and stomping up the steps.

It was a good thing Paps had his room soundproofed when they came up here. That was for damn sure.

Red finally tromped down the steps after a very grumpy Edge, the two of them looking like they were about to start a fire for fun or something if Sans didn’t start explaining himself pretty quick. Good thing he had about zero plans to.

“Alright, grab your coats, kiddos, we’re goin’ on a field trip.”

He didn’t give them much actual time to argue, grabbing them both by the arm and taking a short cut the straight hell outta there. Papyrus didn’t need the two of them breathing down his neck while he was dealing with shit… and none of the running had to do with Sans not wanting to be anywhere near the house for a while, nope.

No, this was entirely pragmatic, beneficial for all of them, and they could pick up a few of the essentials on the way there.

~.~

It took a couple pit stops, and a bit of dodging whenever they actually got to their destination, but when Sans finally let them get a good look at their surroundings, the bones stopped flying (he was pretty sure they weren’t actually aiming for him), and their sockets got wide.

Living on the west coast had its benefits, mostly the ocean. Sans took the kid out here at least once a month, Toriel usually accompanying them for the sole reason that she actually really enjoyed sunbathing. Wasn’t cause she and Sans had been best friends for a long ass time, ‘course not.

“Is that…” Edge started, before stopping as Sans stuff a plastic bag first in his, then Red’s hands.

“The ocean? Yeah, don’t go too far out or we’ll see if skeletons can actually drown.” Turning to Red, he gave a wink. “There changing rooms over yonder, I got you both a t-shirt and trunks. I hope they fit.”

And with that he turned on foot, heading straight down towards the beach, the water looking as chilly and inviting as possible on such a warm day. It was a shame… Papyrus would have loved to see the utter hidden joy in Edge’s eyes as he grabbed Red and pulled him towards the changing rooms.

Sans let them at it, it wasn’t like they were going anywhere else with this opportunity right in front of them, and besides, Sans had someone he’d been waiting to see for a while.

“Sans!! Sans you little goofbone, we are over here!” Toriel’s voice carried over the crowd, but Sans didn’t give a shit who looked to see who was shouting. He only had eyes for the Queen of all Monsters, and the child that sat on a beach blanket next to her.

“Heya Tori. Long time no see.” He answered, padding through the sand to stand next to their little picnic spot. The kid was chomping down on a sandwich, a little juice box next to them on the blanket. Toriel was laid out, like usual, but was sitting up a little to greet little old him. “Nice to sea you.”

Toriel laughed, the sound loud and abrasive in the best of ways. Taking a breath, she grinned sharp. “Shell we settle down and talk a little? Perhaps ketchup on current events?” She held up a ketchup packet, Sans snorting at the obvious pun before he waddled close enough to plop next to her on the blanket.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually.” Settling in, he wiggled into her ample back, ignoring her laughter as she swatted at him, though still letting him lay where he wanted.

“So who are your guests?” Toriel finally asked, watching Frisk, who’d given Sans a look before taking off towards the water.

Sans sighed, really not wanting to spill the beans so early, but Toriel had actually figured it out on her own pretty quick. When he’d gotten a call, the texting not working on her phone again for whatever stars forsaken reason, she’d mentioned going to the beach, and he’d agreed to come. Then Papyrus coming had been brought up, and Sans was really bad at lying actually, when he thought about it.

“They’re cousins. I think. I dunno skeleton family lines, we probably aren’t even related.”

Toriel hummed to herself. “How fortunate. The tall one is very fine.”

Sans choked on air, tears breaking over his sockets as he laughed. “What the hell!” he garbled out, though he watched as Edge and Red slowly made their way over, clearly unnerved by the amount of humans.

“I only speak the truth.” Toriel whispered, sure of herself as she smirked, standing to her full height to greet the murder bros.

“Hello! I’m told you are not related to Sans, but that you know him. You are very welcome to share in our picnic, I brought plenty of food.”

Red was staring gobsmacked, clearly looking for similarities in the Toriel he’d once known, while Edge was looking purely intimidated.

“I… Thank you, your majesty, but we couldn’t possibly-” Edge tried, but Toriel only gave him a look.

She gently took his hand from his chest, patting it once before leading him over to the blanket. “When I say there’s enough, there’s enough. Take a break, guardsman, you’re no longer in the presence of royalty.”

Sans was pretty well gobsmacked himself, if he was honest, but sitting there on the blanket, watching Toriel work the brothers in the sly, kind way she did everyone that started out difficult… it was awe inspiring.

He only hoped Paps was okay, this time.

[sansy-fresh]

ive been havin dreams

[yastaghr]

Summary: Dadster returns to find his family in a... humiliating situation.

Note: Didn't exactly match the prompt this time, but I tried and I like this so have it.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27081481

[livelaughbone]

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[livelaughbone]

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[livelaughbone]

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[livelaughbone]

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[livelaughbone]

SECOND STRETCH GOAL UNLOCKED

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[livelaughbone]

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[livelaughbone]

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[freshouttaparsnips]

Some Fic Updates 6

Segregated chapter 1: Bledgeup in a Racist World Whippersnappers and Old Folks chapter 2: Why don’t they like to be called Ms.? A Chocolate Cake chapter 3: Blue has to help out Harried and Torn chapter 6: Its time for shopping and Dadby Don’t Let Me Go chapter 1: Reaper has a bad Time

[sansy-fresh]

Harried and Torn chap. 1

It was a calm day before they showed up. Sans is already kinda done.

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Unethical Experimentation on Children, Bad Science, Eventual Happiness, Angst First tho, Cultural Misunderstandings, Bledgeupuff, Spicykustardpuff

ao3 link

my kofi if you’d like to give me a lil pep up <3 my patreon if you’d like to support what I do <3

He’d been carefully stacking a fairly solid textbook on top of the pile of other fairly thick textbooks when the entire house trembled beneath his feet. It’d been a slow day before that, Papyrus insistent he finally clean up his bookshelf a bit and put all the papers in their proper folders like a real scientist would, because honestly Sans, its like you were raised in a barn .

Sans had… well he’d taken a nap first, since Paps had cooked up a seriously heavy breakfast and salmon dill pancakes always put him right to sleep. He couldn’t help it, really, and while Paps had been fairly lenient about his nap, the moment he squinted his eyes open to check the time he was scooped up and set firmly on his feet, pushed towards the stairs with a pat on the shoulder.

Squaring his thin shoulders, Sans had marched (slumped) upstairs and gone to his room to stare at the bookshelf in question for a few minutes, just to try to get a game plan here. Mostly ‘cause, brothers and sisters and nonbinary pals, it was a mess. Papers stuck out of random paper and or plastic folders, books were stacked in every direction and orientation they could be stacked. All in all it certainly looked like every other research center Sans had ever seen, but maybe his brother had a point.

Ever since coming up to the surface things had been… difficult. What with the things that happened back underground, what with doctors and labs and little kids with the power to mess with the fabric of space and time. It’d been… stressful? To put it lightly. And Papyrus, bless his soul, hadn’t come out of it entirely unscathed either. It had sorta helped that Sans wasn’t alone for all the shit, but the guilt he felt that Paps had gone through any of it overrode any relief he felt.

Because of the “trauma and both mental and emotional health issues” they both suffered, Paps had signed them both up for therapy at an office that was three hours away from New New Home, just so Paps could take a day once a month to drive with the top down and allow the wind to blow through his skull. Sans just wore a warmer jacket those days and hunkered down for the ride. Therapy… helped. Sometimes.

After cracking his knuckles and looking longingly at his bed for a few minutes, he got to work. Papers were pored over and either put in a folder of their brethren or crumbled up and thrown in his increasingly full trash can. Books were stacked until he could figure out the optimum way to put them on the shelves. He’d been at it for a good hour when the house suddenly decided that collapsing on itself was a brilliant way to handle its problems, his carefully stacked tower of books on particle theory and quantum physics toppling over, ruining his good, hard work.

Sans gave himself a moment to mourn, hand over his soul as he mimed wiping a single tear before finally turning to the door that had smoke slowly curling under it. Well. That certainly was a problem. Paps would never forgive him if the house caught fire because of something in the basement, if that’s what had caused this.

He really wasn’t sure, his mind whirring to life as he made his way down the steps through the smoke, a hand holding his shirt up over his mouth. He hadn’t been doing any kind of anything down there, not for months. The machine was down there, he hadn’t been able to leave it underground and while Paps had given him a weird look and avoided the basement after he’d put it back together, it sat in the same spot it had for nearly five years. He hadn’t touched it, hadn’t turned it on, hadn’t even looked at it the few times he went down there to look for a damn wrench for the leaky pipe under the sink.

But yeah, the smoke was near pouring through the open door that lead to the basement which meant that Paps had already gone down there to try and save the house and Sans really needed to hurry.

He wasn’t going to find a pile of dust. He wasn’t.

Almost tripping down the stairs, Sans peered through the dingy, smoke filled room to find the machine in the corner, nearly melted apart. Something like regret twinged in his soul, but he was near instantly looking for his brother before it could really take root. Glancing around, he saw a figure hunched over in the smoke, a white hand waving around as if trying to get the smoke to clear. Sans hurried over, nearly tripping over one of the bodies on the ground as he came to an abrupt stop.

There were actually two bodies, Paps staring down at them with him, and he’d be damned if he didn’t see the resemblance. Two brothers, eyes closed and breathing light, faces scrunched but unconscious to the world. Scars covering every bone Sans could see, the color of them nearly offwhite.

Rubbing a hand over what was left uncovered of his face, Sans gave the machine a withering glare before bending down to haul up the shorter of the two skeletons. Paps followed his lead, picking the taller up in a bridal carry, Sans going with a bit more of a potato sack hold. The other him was a heavy fucker, his bones more dense for whatever stupid reason, but Sans grit his teeth and carried him up the stairs, one step at a time.

As soon as he got the opportunity the other him was dumped on the couch, the little bounce revenge for being so fucking heavy. Turning back to the door, he watched Paps set the taller skeleton lightly on the couch beside his brother. The two seemingly from-an-apparently-shit-universe skeletons were already breathing easier, Paps opening a few of the larger windows to air out the damn smoke.

“I am seeing what I think I’m seeing, aren’t I?” Papyrus asked, standing over the brothers with his hands on his hips. Sans shrugged, staring down at them with a blank expression. It was answer enough, Paps nodding to himself even as he frowned.

Sans knew on a basic level what Paps was thinking. He was feeling guilty that they’d ended up here, that they’d been through whatever they’d been through, that they were stuck with a pair of traumatized fuckers that watched horror movies for fun and ate a lot of pickles because the juice got any and all phantom tastes out of their mouths. Well, maybe that last thought was all him, he’d gotten distracted.

As Paps disappeared into the kitchen, probably to grab a couple water bottles out of the fridge and whatever crackers they had on hand, Sans sat on the coffee table, back to the wonder twins as he put his head in his hands. This whole thing was already giving him a migraine, but that could be the smoke too, couldn’t rule that out.

There was no way to get them home, if they even wanted to. With the machine being pretty much completely destroyed, he’d have to scour dumps all over the damn world to find all the pieces he needed to rebuild it from scratch. They were stuck here, in some random ass universe that could be exactly like their own, or nothing like their own, and Sans was going to have to explain all this when they woke up, fuck.

It took him a second to place what the buzzing sound was, it’d been a while since his last mock fight, but a second later his body was hurling itself to the side, the sound of a bone attack sticking into the wall with a sick thud letting him know a little of what the hell was going on. Otherwise it was kind of a mystery, seeing as how the two brothers were supposed to be unconscious on the couch, not standing in battle positions, hands raised and magic flaring in their eyes.

“Okay buddies, lets just-” A bone flew past his face, nearly clipping his cheek. That fun little brush with death was enough to make him realize that they were confused, probably not in their right minds, and sort of furious? For some reason? So he did what he did best, and kept talking.

“It’s alright, I’m not gonna hurt you.” He took a step back as they slowly, surely moved toward him, though the Papyrus’ sockets had narrowed. They were backing him up against the wall, apparently too used to doing this whole pack hunting thing, which didn’t mean anything good for him but he had to try to stay alive, if only because Paps had wanted to watch Saw 8 soon. Who was he to deny his brother movie night because he’d died like a bitch.

“You’re both safe here, don’t know if you noticed-” A bone was shoved just under his chin, the Papyrus moving too fast to be clearly seen until he was right in front of Sans, bone in his hand and pointed right at Sans’ throat. Swallowing, Sans took a gamble and glanced at his own double, hands calmly at his sides.

“You’re not home.”

The two of them stood there for a moment, potent magic crackling in the air as they stared him down, until the Papyrus moved again, this time grabbing Sans by the scruff of the neck and shoving the bone attack through his shirt, pinning him to the wall.

“You are going to explain where we are, and how we get back, or I will kill you.” The Papyrus spoke with a harsh grind, crimson eyelights flashing with barely contained fury. The Sans was quietly biding his time, but Sans had no doubts about his role in all this. Just as he was about to open his mouth though, the ping of two souls turning blue filled his ears, Papyrus walking into the room with a wide grin on his face.

Sans knew that grin. He knew it intimately, which was unfortunate because that was the smile Paps wore when Sans’d seriously fucked up.

Papyrus moved across the room, striding past the two… furiously confused? skeletons, popping the bone out of the wall and bringing Sans down to his feet before turning to them both, still bearing that terrifying smile.

“Alright, boys, lets talk about etiquette when you’re not in your own universe.”

[freshouttaparsnips]

if someone could fund a chapter or two of my Spicykustardpuff fic Harried and Torn I’d be forever grateful, I need and excuse to get that fic back up off the ground ;u;

<3 https://ko-fi.com/fresh_writes (it’d be 10 bucks a chapter)

[freshiegayboi]

taking chapter funding for Harried and Torn (spicykustardpuff), Little Fangs (uf dadby with older bro paps), and Garish (swapfell bros/reader)!

10$ a chapter! still saving up :O

https://ko-fi.com/fresh_writes