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Sorry, but I’m still calling Bullshit. Now granted I was 19 years old when I started dating my husband but that doesn’t change the fact that he is still 9 years older than me. For me, the two years between 17 and 19 didn’t make that big of a difference.

That means when I was 17 he was 26 years old, only a year off from the ages in the original post. We have been together for 5 years now and have been married for 2. He is my best friend, and everyday he makes my life better.

And there is no way in HELL I am submissive to my husband. I know what a bad relationship looks like from seeing the relationships my mother got into growing up. I would have dropped him in an instant if I thought he was going to be anything like those men.

Do we fight? Sure, just like any couple, but in the end are ages don’t affect are relationships.

Now before people start screaming I’m NOT saying all 17 year olds should date men that much older then them, or that any should. I’m simple saying that it’s not alright to say that my relationship is invalid or wrong simply because of the age difference between my husband and I. Everyone has different expirences and I am of the firm belief that teens are a lot smarter than people on this app give them credit for.

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Sounds like fun, and will get me in the spirit for NaNoWriMo next month!

Pen Dips - A Daily Writing Schedule for the Month of October (A.K.A. An Alternative to Inktober Because You Don’t Want to Draw Every Day)

Write at least a 300-word response to the designated suggestion every day. Post your responses on Tumblr! Share with the community; encourage productivity for this lovely month! Choose different characters, or make your own in the process of it. Enjoy, fellow authors!

1) Choose a character. What do they smell like? (If you do not fulfill the 300-word count, add another character in!)

2) Choose a location, be it fictional or real, from your own imagination or from another’s. Wait until you are hungry. Then, describe the most stereotypical yet high-quality meal that place could possibly provide.

3) Prompt: your character is now a vengeful wraith. 

4) Change the genre of your current story, or a story that you are currently reading/watching. Make it as humorous as possible.

5) How does your character walk? What do their footsteps sound like?

6) You are forced to clasp onto your character’s hands. The reason why is a scenario for you to figure out. What do their hands feel like?

7) The most important location in your world has just been destroyed. What happens?

8) Begin your story with this sentence: “It wasn’t my fault.” 

9) Your character is humorously upset over something entirely unimportant. What is it, and how do others react? How out-of-hand does the situation become?

10) Begin your story with this sentence: “Spit that out.”

11) Capture a moment of utter peace in the autumn afternoon.

12) Your character has been handed a child that looks nothing like them, but everyone insists that it is their child. 

13) A child wanders into a pumpkin field and meets a peculiar fellow. What happens?

14) Your character has become bound to an enchanted forest by a witch. They cannot leave. What happens?

15) Your character’s soul has been bound to a cat via a curse. What happens? 

16) Your character has just obtained the one thing that they’ve always wanted. What changes?

17) Your character has just become a tyrannical dictator of your story. What happens?

18) Create an original vampiric character. They can be any race, gender, religion, fantasy creature, vegetational entity, etc. Introduce them as you would in a beginning of a story. 

19) A werewolf is running rabid in a lone town. What happens?

20) Begin your story with this sentence: “I can’t feel my legs.”

21) Prompt: There are stairs. An endless, winding well of stairs, going up and up and up. And I can’t get out.

22) A witch has granted your character a single potion of their choosing. What will they choose?

23) Prompt: a baking disaster involving autumn foods.

24) Prompt: There is something hidden below that massive pile of leaves.

25) Prompt: It is not water falling out of those clouds.

26) Choose a character. What feature of theirs do they express the most emotion through? The eyes? The hands? The lips?

27) Your character’s form begins to flake away, like dead leaves off of a tree. What is happening?

28) A small black cat is now under the ownership of your main character. Write this encounter through the cat’s point of view.

29) Hot, pumpkin-flavored tea can make others feel a bit hotter than they’re wont to be. Write a romance scene involving pumpkin-flavored beverages.

30) The entire landscape of your main town has been transformed. In what way? How do the characters react?

31) Your main villain is given a single candy. They do not know who it is from. What happens?

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Lullaby Chapter Three

Word Count: 2,030

Summary: Making it to the surface should have been the happy ending everyone was looking for; however, for Frisk the nightmare of what occurred underground is still fresh in her mind. Unable to cope with her guilt Frisk decides to return to the very place she was trying to escape from in the first place. Things only continue to get worse the monster fail to gain the trust of the humans and they are forced back to the foot of Mt. Ebott and a familiar dark presence begins to make itself know in Frisk’s dreams.

Warning: Platonic Frans, mentioned child abuse, post-genocide run, mentioned genocide run, female Frisk

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Chapter One 

Previous Chapter

As Frisk made her way down the path that led her back to town. As she walked away, she couldn’t help but think about the promise she had made to Sans. Frisk had wanted nothing more than to tell Sans about Chara. The only thing that stopped her was how unbelievable it all sounded. What kind of excuse was being possessed by the dead adopted daughter of Toriel and Asgore? It was difficult for Frisk to wrap her mind around herself. Then there was the question of how much was Chara and how much had been a scared Frisk? After all, Frisk wasn't forced into killing the froggits. Fear was what had made her listen to the little voice in her head telling Frisk to kill them before they killed her.

The path let out at a large nature reserve that was empty in the early morning hours. There was no one to question Frisk as she made her way out of the park. She followed the road for a little while before the beginnings of a city began to form in front of her. It felt like forever ago that she had been walking down this road in the opposite direction.

As Frisk finally entered the city limits, people, where beginning to fill the streets. The sun was high in the sky as she made her way into an apartment complex on the edge of town. Kid where running around playing with one another and ignoring Frisk as she passed them. She made her way to a building in the very back of the complex and up a flight of stairs only to stop at the worn green door. Her heart was racing in her chest and she wanted nothing more than to bolt once more, but she knew she couldn’t. If Frisk stayed anywhere in the city, then the police would drag her back kicking and screaming. Her only hope was that her father was still asleep as she reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

Luck was not on Frisk's side as she pushed open the door. Her father was sitting in the living room, a can of beer already in hand. Football was playing on a small second-hand TV that was sitting on the floor. He looked up when Frisk closed the door behind her and Frisk felt a slow creep of ice crawl through her veins. After everything that happened in the underground, it was hard to control her panic as it filled her.

“And where have you been?” Her father snapped, turning his dark brown eyes towards Frisk. Frisk remained silent knowing nothing she said would help her. She back up against the door when her father rose to stand, her back hitting the door and trapping her. Her father stomped towards her and grabbed her arms and yanked her away from the door. Frisk forced her feet to move as her father dragged her down the hall. Her father tossed Frisk into her bedroom, and Frisk grunted as she landed on the floor.

“What have I told you about leaving the house without permission?” Her father asked once more as he pulled his belt off his bloated waist. Frisk, who had fallen onto the floor when her father threw her, curled up into a little ball.

“Not to leave without asking.” Frisk whimpered. She could feel tears begin to well up in the corners of her eyes, though she struggled to hold them back. Crying would make the man in front of her angrier.

“Exactly, and what did you do?”

“Leave without asking.” Frisk watched as her father folded the belt in half and took a step towards her. She flinched back but knew better than to try and run away.

“Good, then you know exactly why you are being punished.” Frisk looked up at her father to see a faked look of sympathy on his face. “If you would do what you're supposed to then I wouldn’t have to do this.” And with that, the belt rained down and Frisk let out a silent cry as the belt made contact with her arm.

Frisk blocked out the belt as it continued to hit against her skin, only crying out when it hit her in the face. When the blows finally died away Frisk curled up on the ground with tears falling down her sore face.

“You are not to leave this room for any reason for the rest of the day, am I understood?” Frisk nodded her head, her throat too tight with strained sobs to speak. With that, her father turned and walked out of the room slamming the door behind him. Frisk waited until she was sure her father wouldn't return, before breaking down into sobs. she covered her mouth with her hands so that she didn't disturb her father.

It wasn’t until she had calmed herself that Frisk finally pulled herself off the floor. She winced as her abused body protested the movement as she made her way over to her bed. Frisk sighed as the worn mattress eased some of the pain in what she knew were going to be bruising.

“Why did I come back?” Frisk whispered to herself. She remembered the warm embrace of Toriel. She had felt with the goat monster despite being afraid the first time Frisk had met her. She remembered how Papyrus and Sans had made her smile and treated her like a friend. How Undyne made Frisk feel confident like Frisk could take on the world. Frisk also remember the knife as it sliced through everyone, making the tears fall harder.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, allowing her eyes to slip shut and her mind to drift away. “I’m so sorry you guy.” With that, Frisk drifted off into a restless sleep.

When Frisk came too she started, surprised to find herself in familiar looking ruins. The air around her was cold, making Frisk wrap her arms around herself to keep warm.

“Hello?” Frisk called out, her voice trembling. There was no reply and Frisk took a hesitant step forward.

A single light appeared illuminating a patch of grass that Frisk hadn’t seen before. In the middle of the patch of grass was a single golden flower, looking up at Frisk with large black eyes. There was a grin stretching across his face and Frisk stumbled backward. She collapsed to the floor in her haste to escape the creature before her.

“N-no, you’re gone.” Frisk murmured to herself, though the flower didn’t seem to hear her as it began talking.

“"You're not really human, are you? No. You're empty inside. Just like me.” Flowey asked, and Frisk shook her head.

“No, I’m nothing like you.” Frisk protested, but Flowey ignored her as he continued.

“In fact…you’re Chara right?” It was like freezing water had washed over her before the scene changed once more. This time was she standing in front of the ruins exit. In front of her was the door that would lead her to Snowdin, and between Frisk and the door was Toriel.

She was kneeling on the ground, holding a wound in her side. Crimson liquid leaked onto the floor with an echoing splash.

“"Y…you…really hate me that much?” Toriel's normally comforting eyes were narrowed in hatred as she looked at Frisk.

“I didn’t mean too!” Frisk could feel tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes, but she still had no control over her own body. Either way, Toriel didn’t seem to hear Frisk as she continued to glare at the trembling child.

“Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you here.” Frisk didn't pay attention to her arm as it rose on its own. It was the glint of metal that caught her attention. “No please don’t!” Frisk lunged at Toriel, but the scene faded before the strike landed. Frisk was now standing in a clearing in Snowdin forest. Her entire body was trembling, and Frisk collapsed to the snow covered ground. She didn't notice the frost biting through the thin cloth that covered her legs.

Before her was Papyrus. He had a gash across his chest, but unlike Toriel there was no anger in his eyes. Instead, his gaze was hopeful, pleading. Pleading for mercy.

“PLEASE HUMAN, I KNOW YOU CAN DO BETTER IF YOU JUST TRY.” Papyrus tried to reason. Frisk could feel the cold tears begin to race down her cheeks, and she wanted to show him mercy. He had been the first monster Frisk meet in the underground who hadn’t terrified her.”

“You are gonna have a bad time kid.” Frisk whipped around and found she was no longer standing in the clearing. Instead, she was in a large gold colored room. She felt her body go numb, and she staggered back a few paces. Her mind begged her what she was seeing to be false.

Standing before her was Sans with his hands in his hoodie and his eyes down cast.

“Could you at least pretend to be human?” Sans looked up and Frisk began hyper ventilating as she stared into the glowing blue eye.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Frisk cried, tears coming even faster now as she struggled to find the right words. “Please, Chara made me I’m so sorry Sans.”

“Oh you wish that were true don’t you?” Frisk spun around once more and faced someone that scared her even more than Sans. Her entire body went cold and all hope drained out of her body.

In front of Frisk was a young girl, that looked like Frisk. She had a similar brown hair and pale skin. The only real difference was the girl’s eyes which were the color of blood. The young girl giggled and it would have been adorable if Frisk didn’t know the monster standing before her.

“Chara.” The name came out as a whisper, and Chara giggled once more.

“You know, you’re funny Frisk acting like all this was my fault. Like you’re somehow above the consequences of your own action.” Frisk didn't have a chance to blink before the demon girl was standing in front of her. Frisk could feel Chara’s warm breath brush up against her own cool skin and it made Frisk shiver.

“Admit it you were scared, you wanted them to leave you alone.” Chara’s grin stretched across her face and Frisk took a few steps back. She wanted to put as much space between her and Chara as possible. “All I did was give you the determination to do what you needed to do.” Frisk could feel a new round of tears begin to well up in her eyes as she shook her head.

“I didn’t want to kill anyone.” Frisk cried, bringing up her hands and gripping her chocolate brown locks. “Please, leave me alone.” This time Chara let out a laugh that had Frisk covering her ears, wanting everything to stop.

“You can’t get rid of me partner.” Chara sneered the last word as though it tasted disgusting coming off her tongue. “You and I are connected, and I will always be here whether you like it or not.” Chara paused and turned to look over her shoulder for a brief moment. When she turned back to Frisk, she was grinning once more.

“Whelp looks like our time is up.” With that Chara reached forward and pushed Frisk, who found herself falling into a dark abyss. The fall seemed almost never ending and Frisk wondered if she was going to die.

Frisk bolted upright in bed and immediately covered her mouth with her hands. Her chest heaved as she attempted to catch her breath while remaining as silent as possible. Tears streamed down her face as she listened for any signs that her parents had heard her nightmares.

The house remained silent.

Frisk pulled her legs up to her chest and buried her face into her knees in a desperate attempt to muffle her sobs. She knew that if she made a single sound than her father, would storm into the room. So she sobbed, alone in her misery.

Next Chapter: To be Continued

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Lullaby Chapter Two

Word Count: 1,118

Summary: Making it to the surface should have been the happy ending everyone was looking for; however, for Frisk the nightmare of what occurred underground is still fresh in her mind. Unable to cope with her guilt Frisk decides to return to the very place she was trying to escape from in the first place. Things only continue to get worse the monster fail to gain the trust of the humans and they are forced back to the foot of Mt. Ebott and a familiar dark presence begins to make itself know in Frisk’s dreams. 

Warning: Platonic Frans, mentioned child abuse, post-genocide run, mentioned genocide run, female Frisk

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Read the Previous Chapter: Chapter One

Sans stood away from the rest of the group as they enjoyed their first time above ground. Papyrus and Undyne were off to one side, play fighting and laughing with one another and Sans felt his soul grow warm at the sight of how happy his brother was. He turned to look at Alphys who was sitting nearby, silently giggling behind her hands as she watched the two friends, before turning his gaze to the cliff that rested just outside the exit of the underground. Toriel and Asgore were standing to one side, with Frisk sitting nearby staring at Papyrus and Undyne as well.

When Alphys finally went up to talk to the human, Sans remained silent, curious about what the human’s answer would be. He was surprised when she refused the offer by Toriel, pretty sure that the kid had been alone if she was climbing mountains and falling into a hole. That was when Sans realized just how little he knew about Frisk, or about her life prior to entering the underground; however, that thought was quickly replaced by another. With the human returning to the city, Sans would be unable to keep an eye on her. If something happened, or if she grew bored and decided to rest the world…

But she hasn’t reset the world yet, a voice in the back of Sans mind whispered. After all, if she had wanted to reset the time line she would have done so by now. The reassurances from his mind did nothing to calm the feeling of darkness that welled up inside his soul at the thought of waking up once more in the familiar bedroom underground. He had to make sure, had to make she that she wouldn’t take away their happiness once again. He watched as she began to say goodbye to the others, before making her way over to him.

Despite this most recent run being peaceful, Sans could still see the hesitance in Frisk’s eyes as she neared him. He could tell she was trying to hide her trembling hands, but she still caught sight of them through her sleeves. Part of him felt bad, not wanting the child to be afraid of him, but the other side remembered finding Papyrus’s scarf abandoned in the snow with fresh ash and snow covering it.

“Hey kid, you mind walking with me for a minute, I’d like to talk to you in private.” Sans tried to keep his voice at its usual cheerfulness to keep from scaring the already scared child and was happy when he was rewarded with a nod.

They walked little ways down the path that led down the mountain until they were out of earshot of the other. Sans watched Frisk as she fidgets, her hands playing with the sleeves of her pink and blue sweater. Sans remained silent as he tried to think of the best way to say this with scaring the human away completely. After a moment he finally sighed and turned to look at the sun which was now almost completely over the horizon and casting light on the clear blue sky above them.

“It really is a beautiful day, isn’t it?” Sans asked. He wasn’t too surprised when Frisk remained silent, and he turned to look at her. Frisk had a hesitant look on her face like she wasn’t sure what Sans was getting at. “Look, kid, I know we had some problems back underground,” Sans ignored the way Frisk flinched back slightly as he continued. “But everything is okay, right? Everyone is happy, and we are finally free to explore the surface. So if you could just do me a favor kid, let's keep it that way okay?”

Frisk remained silent, and Sans was worried that she was planning on resetting; however, a strange look crossed her face. It looked like she was debating whether or not to say something, but in the end, she simply sighed.

“I promise Sans,” Her voice was a whisper, and Sans almost felt bad for not trusting the human child, but he remembered the damage she had done her first time underground. He had to make sure that it wouldn’t happen again. “No more resets.” Sans gave Frisk his usual grin and wrapped an arm around Frisk’s shoulders. He was happy when she relaxed into the touch After initially tensing up. The two turned and began to make their way back down the path when Sans suddenly stopped and turned to look at Frisk once more.

“Hey kid, are you sure about having people to go back to?” Frisk looked up at him, tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion. “Well its just its not every day someone climbs a mountain ya know. I guess I figured you were running away from something.” The truth was Sans had noticed the way Frisk’s face had gone pale when questioned about whether or not she had somewhere to go. It didn’t sit right with Sans when she gave her answer.

“I was just exploring,” Frisk replied giving Sans a smiled that looked even more forced than his own. She pulled away slightly until she was standing next to him rather than against his side. “I mean, how cool will it be to tell people that I climbed Mt.Ebott and survive right?” Sans gave Frisk a look that he hoped told her that he didn’t believe her; however, Frisk didn’t say anything else and Sans watched as she made her way back to the rest of the group. She told them goodbye one more time before turning and making her way down the path. She stopped when she got to Sans and gave him a smile, this one genuine.

“Thank you, Sans, for everything.” Sans didn’t have to ask what she meant and he turned and watched as she began to descend down the mountain. As she watched her walk away Sans couldn’t help but feel like something or someone was watching him. He turned to see who it might be, but the others had gone back to their conversations, none of them paying attention to the lone skeleton. Sans shrugged his shoulders.

“Must just be paranoid,” Sans said to himself, before turning and making his way back towards the others.

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Lullaby Chapter One

Word Count: 1,118

Summary: Making it to the surface should have been the happy ending everyone was looking for; however, for Frisk the nightmare of what occurred underground is still fresh in her mind. Unable to cope with her guilt Frisk decides to return to the very place she was trying to escape from in the first place. Things only continue to get worse the monster fail to gain the trust of the humans and they are forced back to the foot of Mt. Ebott and a familiar dark presence begins to make itself know in Frisk’s dreams. 

Warning: Platonic Frans, mentioned child abuse, post-genocide run, mentioned genocide run, female Frisk

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The sun was beginning to peek over the horizon, and a warm breeze came blowing in from the north over the mountains. Frisk reached up to move a piece of chocolate brown hair that had fluttered into her eyes by the playful wind. She stared at the rising sun with her warm hazel eyes with an overwhelming sense of peace. Off in the distance, she could make out the tiny speck of her home town.

She turned her gaze away from the speck when she heard a shout. Undyne was holding Papyrus in a head lock. They were discussing what they would do on the surface, though it was more like a shouting match. Frisk joined the laughter of the other monster who were standing around. Everyone was enjoying the feeling of the sun on their sun for the first time in centuries. Frisk felt a sense of contentedness wash over her at the sight of her friend's happiness. She could almost forget everything that had happened in the underground.

“What about you Frisk?” Alphys startled Frisk out of her thoughts, and the solitary human jumped. The drake was giving Frisk a curious look. “Now that we’re out of the underground what will you do?” The cliff fell silent and everyone turned to look at Frisk with the same curiosity. Frisk fell silent as she thought about the question.

“I don’t know,” Frisk finally admitted, bringing up a hand to scratch at her head. “I guess I hadn't thought about it.”

“You were pretty set on escaping for someone who didn’t even know what they were going to do.” Undyne pointed out. Frisk shrugged her shoulders, and Undyne let out a loud chuckle. “Someone who likes adventure in their life!” Toriel stepped forward and placed a large white paw on Frisk’s shoulder, making the human child look up at her.

“Is there no one you wish to return to?” Toriel’s voice was soft as usual, but it didn’t stop Frisk heart from speeding up until it was thundering inside her.

Images flashed through Frisk’s mind of a house littered with beer cans and a small dark room with no way out. A man loomed over her, his face pressed up against hers. Frisk could even smell the stale beer that lingered on his breath. She could only watch, her body frozen with fear as the man raised a hand, and brought it back down with force.

“My child?” Toriel’s voice brought Frisk out of her thoughts and she shook off the lingering memories. “If you do not have anywhere to go, perhaps you could stay with me?” Frisk turned to look at Toriel, her heart filling with joy at the idea of being able to have a real family.

Frisk opened her mouth, ready to tell Toriel how she could like nothing better than to stay with her. Before she could get the words out, another memory appeared in Frisk’s mind. This one even more horrifying than the memory of the man.

Toriel was before her, crouched on the ground and holding a gushing wound on her side. She looked at Frisk with her usually soft brown eyes, which were now narrowed in a seething glare.

"Y…you…really hate me that much? Now I see who I was protecting by keeping you here. Not you…But them!" Frisk's entire body went numb as she watched Toriel’s body begin to dissolve into dust.

“HUMAN?” Frisk turned her eye away from Toriel until they landed on Papyrus. He was still standing next to Undyne, a look of concern on his skeletal face. “ARE YOU OKAY?”

The image changed once again, and Frisk found herself back in Snowden. Papyrus's body crumpled into a heap on the ground with his severed head resting on the ground in front of him.

"ST…STILL! I BELIEVE IN YOU! YOU CAN DO A LITTLE BETTER! EVEN IF YOU, DON'T THINK SO!" Frisk watched as Papyrus began to disappear. The wind carried away his dust until there was nothing left but his bright red scarf.

“I can’t,” Frisk finally spoke. She pulled herself from Toriel’s grasp until she was far enough away for the final remnants of the memory to fade. “I…I mean I can’t stay with you, here. My parents are probably worried sick about me.” Frisk looked over her shoulder at the rising sun once more. “Especially since I’m not sure how long I was in the underground.” Frisk turned back to look at her friends and felt a stab in her heart at the saddened looks that crossed their faces. Especially Toriel, who had the strongest look of rejection of her face. Frisk could feel tears being to well up in her eyes, but she pushed them back down.

Even Sans looked disappointed from his spot leaning against a tree. Frisk had a feeling that was for a completely different reason though. She knew that Sans remember the different time lines, including the one that haunted her the most. In fact, she was pretty sure her ability to reset was the only thing keeping him from killing her right now. Frisk turned her attention back to the other and tried to give them the best smile she could manage.

“Hey, it’s not like you guys will never see me again right? I’ll definitely come to visit as much as I can!” Frisk said, allowing a smile to grace her lips. Papyrus ran over and wrapped his arms around Frisk and she had to repress a flinch.

“YOU MUST COME AND SEE US EVERYDAY HUMAN!” Papyrus exclaimed. “IT WON'T BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.”

“Papyrus is right brat, you had better not be a stranger!” Undyne walked over and rubbed Frisk’s head and she nodded.

“Of course,” Frisk replied. This time she gave them an honest smile as she reached over and embraced the warrior fish as well. She turned to say goodbye to everyone else until there was only Sans left. Frisk couldn’t tell what was going through the skeleton’s head, but she was hesitant to approach him. Memories of him killing her over and over again was enough to make her knees go weak at the idea. She didn’t have much of a choice when Sans finally spoke up.

“Hey kid, you mind walking with me for a minute, I’d like to talk to you in private.” His voice was cheerful, and Frisk tried to relax. When she nodded her head though, she felt her heart sink into her stomach. she had to pull her hands into the sleeves of her favorite sweater to keep the others from seeing them shake.

Frisk had a feeling that she was in trouble.

Next Chapter: Chapter Two

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Chapters: 1/21 Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frisk/Sans (Undertale) Characters: Frisk (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Chara (Undertale) Additional Tags: Frisk/Sans platonic, Child Abuse, Female Frisk, Female Chara, Hurt/Comfort, mentioned genocide run, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD Summary:

Making it to the surface should have been the happy ending everyone was looking for; however, for Frisk the nightmare of what occurred underground is still fresh in her mind. Unable to cope with her guilt Frisk decides to return to the very place she was trying to escape from in the first place. Things only continue to get worse the monster fail to gain the trust of the humans and they are forced back to the foot of Mt. Ebott and a familiar dark presence begins to make itself know in Frisk’s dreams.

Frisk will need to find the determination to defeat her demons. 

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polysanders watching a horror movie together! theyre concerned about patton watching it but its anxiety who gets scared and needs them

Let me say first that I’ve never watched a horror movie, or, at least not one I can remembered. I watched Saw when I was like seven, but I can’t remember that, thank god. But I tried my best! Its not as sappy as I hoped, but I haven’t written polyamsanders before so I hope its okay!

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50 ideas for a Grimoire

I collected these ideas (and others) from different sources. What you see here is what I think would be interesting to put in my Grimoire (because apparently people need to be told these things).

1 ) decorations ; a personalized cover (with a picture of the moon, a pentagram, your patronus or something else, or maybe just a nice flowery design or leather cover), using a glitter pen and stickers, pressing flowers between the pages, drawing, taping photos and other visual ideas.

2 ) protection sigil on the reverse of the cover (so people won’t read it without your authorization)

3 ) your craft name and your reason for choosing it

4 ) how you define your path, can include coven rules, the tradition(s) you follow and/or a personal set of magickal rules

5 ) wheel of the year / rituals you observe as the year passes

6 ) dedication to one or several deities you worship (or alternatively, what your relationship with deities is like, whether it’s a specific deity or deities in general)

7 ) on that note, myths and information regarding gods, godesses and deities that could be useful for you

8 ) moon phases, their correspondences and what they’re good and bad for

9 ) elements and their correspondences (including the minor arcana of tarot)

10 ) recipes. not just kitchen witchcraft recipes, but also potions, beauty and cleaning products, natural remedies, powders, salts for a bath, oils, etc.

11 ) herbs/plants/flowers and their correspondences

12 ) runes and their meaning

13 ) crystals and crystal grids

14 ) spells, of course

15 ) divination (tarot spreads and cheatsheet, pendulum, scrying, astrology, etc.)

16 ) a pendulum board

17 ) dream diary

18 ) ancestors ; where they are from, specific people you wish to honour, family tree, pictures, location of graves, etc.

19 ) familiars

20 ) tools in your practice

21 ) list of charges, wards, sigils, spells, wards and enchanted items you have currently active

22 ) sigils and how to make them

23 ) spirit work

24 ) color correspondences

25 ) chakras

26 ) myths, myhtological creatures and legends

27 ) folk tales from your zone

28 ) family traditions

29 ) your views on the afterlife

30 ) binding/banishing and your experience with it

31 ) a portrait of your shadow self (let’s get jungian)

32 ) fictional and/or real witches you admire

33 ) past lives, if you know of any

34 ) how to contact you from the afterlife after you’re dead

35 ) psychic abilities

36 ) pop culture magick

37 ) photos of nature

38 ) your own alphabet or secret code

39 ) a letter to yourself in the future and/or the past

40 ) altars and altar planning

41 ) magickal moments of your life

42 ) smells of witchcraft you love

43 ) descriptions of places from astral travel or meditations

44 ) reasons you started to be a witch, magickal goals

45 ) letter to a deity, an ancestor, etc.

46 ) what your followers would leave you as offerings if you were a deity

47 ) draw or collage your own tarot card(s) ; you can make them more diverse than the original!

48 ) creae a magickal creature that would be your familiar

49 ) spiritual diary (how a spell did or didn’t work, or a tarot reading, for example)

50 ) a shiny page to scry with

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alpha & omega part ii

part i part iii

summary - anxiety loses his hoodie and then there’s a lot of drama

pairing - eventual prinxiety

word count - 1,549

warnings - angst

tags - hurt/comfort, angst-to-fluff

a/n - by popular request, here’s part two! it drifts slightly more into fan-fiction territory than realism, but considering the last sanders sides video, i’m not exactly sure where that line is anymore.

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders @pointless-blog-name @lampisimportant @pippa-frost @jinxed-unicorn @starrykid​ @pattykrabbies @frustratedwaffle @soft-blue-badger @extremepenguin10​ @sanders-sides-burnt-my-crops

Anxiety’s world is ending.

It’s crumbling to pieces around him in the form of the piles of clothes he’s tossing from his closet, which are flying across his room in dull-colored wrinkles. He shoves aside the boxes and action figures littering his closet floor, shining the flashlight on his phone across the dusty space in hopes of finding what he was looking for. The corners reflect his light back at him mockingly through spider-webs and dust bunnies, and he groans in frustration, tossing his phone at the couch as he crawls deeper into the closet space.

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