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Plot twist, Papyrus stumbles upon (maybe with Frisk’s help) on the music of some of the rock/metal artists he has shirts for and actually likes the music, or at least some of it.
Here for Papyrus and Frisk going absolutely bonkers at a hard rock concert. (W/Toriel as the disinterested but supportive chaperone.)
Please take this moment though to consider how much of a ROCK GOD Papyrus would be at any metal venue.
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nothing like staying up all night writing four thousand words, going back to proof read and going "Wow. this actually is structured in the worst way I could imagine. literally unsalvageable. try again."
Okay so, I just had like a pretty fuckin horrific thing happen to my family that's pretty much killed my ability to write dead in the water. I am taking a creative writing class that requires me to write thirty minutes a day though, so i'm having to force myself write anyway. And the only thing that is working is writing through sheer fucking spite. So like i'm going to get back to How to Make and Artificial Companion once I'm in a better headspace, but until then I'm writing a reverse harem fic for a little bit I guess. It's literally the only thing I can think of actually sitting down and writing. No promise on completion and i'm stressing way less on quality since i'm mostly here for the vibes and catharsis rn.
aftercare for posting on ao3
your fic was good you did grammar good you’re the kind of freak people like everything’s cool dude :^)
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I'm finally getting into the parts I've been super excited to write and it's not going in the expected direction at all. Like not in a bad way, I think this is actually better than i originally planned. Everything just seems to turn out so much meaner as i write things out compared to my plot line.
where tf is horror
He's right here! ...for better or for worse
"did you really think you could get away from me?"
You stand there frozen, mouth agape. Your arm might have been trembling if it weren't for his massive hand circling your wrist. It's firm, just shy of painful. You hadn't thought he was that massive before, but at this moment, you felt alarmingly small.
His bones felt more like steal. Your body felt as secure as cotton stuffing. He could tear through you so easily. The fact he hasn't yet so easily could felt intentional. Very very intentional. He's not letting you go.
"H-Horror-"
"you aren't very good at this," his voice is rough, not angry, more so amused. Like this was a game. His eye glows something fierce, and it's like an oppressive force that grows heavier on your chest. To some extent, this is still him. He's aware. He's thinking. He's a brute handling you with a tenderness reserved for you.
Yet you only see red, that single dot capturing every little reaction and tremble. You are adored in his eyes. But you are also prey. His prey. It's an overwhelmingly frightening realization.
"even if you weren't runnin' 'round with your feet making the loudest little thumps-" he chuckles, it's really more of a low, deeply amused rumble, pulling you close. His entire body cages your form. You can't escape. You don't even try to. "you got the most distinct smell on ya."
"Horror..." it's a surrender, a reluctant one. You can't fight him. You don't want to. He's not hurting you, his grip is deliberate. It makes it so much better yet so much worse at the same time.
He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, taking a painfully long inhale of you and something like a purr erupts from him. As if you're being smothered by the most affectionate lion, the comparison settles in deeper as he rubs his face right under your ear.
This time, he growls, "it's like ya like bein' prey."
Your face feels hot. You can't tell if it's from his words or how he engulfed your entire body with his heat. You struggle to want to escape, at best you attempt at limp wiggle, but Horror corrects with barely any added pressure.
The message is clear. You stay here. You belong here. You can't run. He caught you. He'll catch you again.
"and good prey 's easy to catch," the timing almost scares you. It's like he could read your thoughts. You tremble whether with fear or something else you can't tell, he doesn't give you any more warning before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Not drawing blood- leaving a mark..
" m i n e. "
This isn't all about Sans, it was never going to be. And yet somehow, despite how little he actually is, you end up simultaneously right where you started and as far from it as you can imagine.
Oh nooooo mr skeleton please don't capture me and put me in your shed and make out with me oh noooooo😩😩😩
wanted to share a part of a larger wip
My swapfell papyrus- Kit :D
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Go my sanses......... (will add a proper caption when im not in so much fucking pain)
aka me trying to figure out how i wanna draw them
why not have the reader re-read a sentence now and then? it won't hurt him....
i think i've finally got my proper word count for how long i like to write fics figure out. about 3,000 is a good sweet spot for me. i've i've hit 2,000 it typically means I breezed through something to fast, but if I'm pushing 4,000 then there is some definite fat I need to cut.
it's nice to finally be writing enough again to actually get a feel for what my own style and habits are
wanting to yap about the symbolism and meaning in my stories because i worded so hard on it and it means so much to VS. being quiet so people can explore their own meaning and understanding, naturally discovering themes and topics so i'm not ruining their fun
the hard part about writing this fic is rn, everything is a lil bit ooc. i have to keep reminding myself that they need character development before they start being properly in character. like the bread isn't done baking babe, it's okay it's not the proper texture yet. let it rise no pressure
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OK I have a hard time telling who does and doesn’t like it so reblog this if you’re a selfshipper who is ok with getting anonymous f/o messages, notes, letters, greetings, etc in your inbox
(and to anyone who likes writing them, you can use this post to find people who enjoy accepting them)
It's time to start running these AI through their paces. Not that you're really planning on doing anything too ruthless or difficult, more just psychologically poking and prodding them. You've only got Sans for now, so hopefully he'll give you something interesting to work with.
