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When the storm had started earlier in the morning you had been a little frustrated about having to reschedule some of your plans for the day. However when Stretch had still showed up, movies and snacks in hand, you couldn’t help but smile. Now the two of you sat snuggled up on the couch, you leaned up against him while he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. The storm had calmed and now all you could hear outside was the soft pattering of rain against the windows and the roof.

“I think this is better than our original plans.” Stretch mumbled, resting his head against the top of your own, “You’ve been busy lately and I think a nice relaxing afternoon is more what you needed.”

He’s not wrong with that observation, you had been busy lately and while you were excited to go out for your lunch date, this was just as nice.

“I think you’re right.” You said, voice soft as you tried to fight off sleepiness, “I didn’t realize how tired I was until we got comfortable.”

The movie continued to play although the two of you weren’t really paying attention, by the time the first movie was done you were on the verge of falling asleep. You grumbled when Stretch had to get up to switch out the movies and he just chuckled softly, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. 

“Come on honey, I’ll be back in a sec,” He said, “Then I’ll go back to being your pillow.”

It didn’t take him long to get the next movie started, but you pouted at him until he was settled in next to you again. You were not happy with your comfiness being interrupted.

“Better?” He asked, wrapping his arm back around you and pulling you close again, you nodded up at him, your eyelids already beginning to feel heavy. The movie started and not even ten minutes in you were nodding off, the warmth of Stretch next to you and the soft sounds of the rain outside on top of the movie, all made for the perfect napping conditions.

As you drifted off into dreamland you smiled, despite being frustrated earlier, your wonderful bonefriend had still made today so nice. The two of you both ended up falling asleep for a while, before eventually waking up. You sat up and stretched, your back and shoulders cracking a bit as you did so and you couldn’t help but laugh at Stretch’s face.

“No matter how many times you do that it still catches me off guard.” He said, yawning halfway through his sentence, “So, what now, honeybun?”

You shook your head fondly and chuckled at him, getting up and heading into the kitchen.

“I’ve got the stuff to make soup and grilled cheese for dinner.” You said, looking over your shoulder, “And then maybe we can actually watch that second movie.”

He laughed, following after you, “Sounds good to me.”

Art drawn by @justsamwich <3

So this is my lmk oc, Yarrow. They're a monkey demon, somewhere between 1,000 to 2,000 years old (they don't remember the specifics because of ~trauma~), they're genderfluid with a preference for they/them pronouns typically.

They're pretty short, standing at 4'10".

In present day, Yarrow runs a small apothecary/natural remedies shop just outside of the city. They have a small garden in the backyard and spend a lot of their time cultivating the plants they grow.

Yarrow's background:

Grew up in a small village, one that was mostly known for farming and gardening.

Met their fiance, who was the son of a traveling merchant, he stayed once they were betrothed.

He would later become sick from an illness that ravaged the village, wherein Yarrow went looking for something that could help keep him from dying. This is when they made a deal with a powerful demon and traded their humanity for the cure. This turned them into a demon and caused their fiance to break off their relationship.

They began to travel as a doctor after this, eventually ending up training and studying under one of the best healers from one of the larger cities. They spent a decade there before moving on.

Yarrow then traveled as a Healer/Herbalist, stopping in small towns like the one they came from, helping as many people as they could.

After a few centuries, they met a beautiful Butterfly demonness, who they decided to court for a while. 

She would go on to try and convince them to become immortal so they could stay with her forever, but Yarrow declined. This angered her, because the demoness was very possessive and saw Yarrow as a possession, rather than a person. She then tricked them into eating/drinking something that would give them immortality, but when they discovered what she had done they left. Running away in the middle of the night to avoid being caught, she still chased after them when she discovered they were missing. Yarrow managed to make a successful escape, but just barely.

That'll be Bastion and Steele, I love these two! As always, these characters are cowritten by myself and @justsamwich

Bastion (MedievalFell Papyrus)

He's the captain of the royal guard, often being assigned to lead the most important or serious battles. He's also often taken along as the head of protection for the Asgore, Toriel, and Frisk when they have diplomatic meetings to attend.

Bastion wears his armor if he's outside of his room, unless he's instructed to do otherwise by Asgore or Toriel. This is a physical manifestation of his struggle to be vulnerable with others. Being in his armor is just one of the ways he keeps his walls up with others. He has a pretty deep fear of being or hurt ot his vulnerability being used to get to someone else and hurt them.

Despite having issues being vulnerable, Bastion desires a simple life, with the possibility of getting to settle down and have a family. He's been tired of being a soldier since before monsters came up to the surface and while the fighting is not as bad as it could be, he doesn't like it.

He's an incredibly loyal individual, which means if you can get past his walls and win his trust, he'd die for you. Of course, at that point, if you asked him to live for you, then he'd do that instead.

Steele (MedievalFell Sans)

Steele is a blacksmith at the castle. He seems to enjoy the work, often taking on massive orders of armor and weapons on his own.

He is also still the judge, though this position is one he'd rather not hold. Still, he carries out his duties as needed until a succesor can be arranged.

While he is a man of few words, Steele knows how to make them count. He is blunt and direct, resulting in a bit of a bad reputation. He pays no mind to the rumors that float around the castle regarding this.

He has had a strained relationship with Bastion in the past; that has been largely mended, but there is still some work to be done. His brother is the only one Steele will talk to at lenghth (initially).

As one gets to know Steele a bit better, he is more open about talking and letting his sense of humor shine through. He's got a snarky kind of way of telling jokes- usually at his own expense.

@justsamwich

Oooooh, interesting question~

Mafiatale:

Smoke: This skeleton has a cigar on him 99% of the time, so if he's lying that's what you need to look at. He won't be actively smoking while lying, either putting the cigar out or keeping it near or on an ashtray nearby.

Mac: He will clear his throat and tighten his tie either before or after, which wouldn't be an easy tell, except that Mac is so particular and uptight about his appearance that there's no need for the action at all. As he also doesn't lie outrightly very often, this means it can be an easy tell to pick up on if you know what to look for.

MafiaFell:

Whiskey: His stance will relax into something more casual and his wording will change to something more familiar and almost flirty at times. If you don't him well enough, you might not catch this as his tell.

Saint: This man cannot lie and it's obvious when he is. He won't be able to make eye contact and where he would normally not talk with his hands, he makes a lot of hand gestures when he lies.

MafiaSwap:

Romeo: He will start to overexplain and get into every single detail, which is a pretty big tell for him as he is usually very straightforward. Another tell is that while he tends to talk with his hands, they become more stationary and he will fidget with his rings (usually one that his brother gave him.)

When Rus had requested your help in the kitchen you had been curious, but had told him you were happy to do whatever he needed. What you hadn’t expected was to find him with two failed batches of maple bars already on the counter. He looked up sheepishly when you walked in and then looked down at the sad piles of doughnut dough.

“I, uh, tried to get started before you got here.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, “It… went about as well as it normally does.”

You looked over the failed doughnuts and chuckled softly, “I can see. They do look better than last time though!”

“You don’t have to be nice about it, gingersnap.” Rus said, although his smile was more relaxed, “I know they’re still not edible.”

You smiled and walked over, starting to clear off space on the counter, “That’s okay, we’ll make the next batch together, okay?”

He nodded and let you take the lead in making the next batch of dough, listening intently as you explained every step and why things were done in a certain order. It took several hours and Rus’ attention strayed every so often and you’d have to gently bring him back to it. Overall the third batch came out better, much more donut shaped if nothing else. The two of you got a little messy when putting the glaze on, but sticky messes aside, there were twelve decently shaped maple donuts by the end of your little baking fiasco.

You smiled up at him and motioned for him to give you his hands, gently cleaning them off with a warm washrag. He hummed happily as you did, eyeing the plate of sweets.

“We get to eat them now, right?” He asked, the eagerness in his voice all too obvious to you. 

You laughed again, letting go of his hands, “Yes, now we get to eat them.”

Rus looked like a kid in the candy store, waiting for you to be ready to try one with him. Once you both had a donut in hand, then he took the first bite, making a happy noise as he enjoyed his sweet treat. You tried your own and made a small, surprised noise. It was better than you’d expected, although the maple was a tad sweeter than you might like. Your boyfriend, however, was entirely too pleased with it, as he bit into his third donut.

“Safe to say you like this batch?” You asked him, smiling as you watched the purple rush across his cheeks. 

He swallowed the bite he’d just taken and gave you a small, embarrassed smile, “Ah, yeah. These are really good. N-not quite as good as that place downtown, but still tasty.”

Winter was properly here now, the chill winds your boyfriend let in as he came through your front door made it obvious. You’d never been so glad to have a well insulated house with good heating and even a fireplace. You ushered him inside and closed the door, shivering as the last of the cold blew past you. Red didn’t look like he was bothered at all, but from what you understand the temperature didn’t seem to bother any of the skeletons all that much.

“Ya okay, sweetheart?” He asked you, raising one of his brow bones in concern as he kicked his shoes off next to the door.

“Y-yeah, it’s just really cold out tonight.” You answered, smiling at him, “Why, you worried about me?”

So worth it to tease him as you watched the red spread across his cheekbones, crossing his arms and walking over to the couch. You giggled and followed behind him, stopping just for a moment to tend the logs in the fireplace before you turned to look at him. Red sat down on the couch, just a little of his blush lingered still and he refused to look at you. He’d get over it after a few minutes you knew, he wasn’t really upset, just flustered.

You shook your head and walked into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs as you got everything you needed to make hot chocolate.

“You want some hot chocolate, hun?” You called out and asked him, busying yourself with getting the water heated up on the stove top. You heard the faint noise of agreement he made and sighed, although all you felt for the numbskull was fondness. Another fifteen minutes and you were pouring the hot chocolate into the mugs before you added the marshmallows. With the drinks done now you walked back into the living room, setting the drinks down on the coffee table. Red had calmed down now, the flush gone from his face and he grinned up at you.

“Done being fussy with me now?” You asked him, lips turned up into a playful smile, “Or are you going to go back to pretending to ignore me?”

“Nah, can’t stay mad at you, sweetheart.” Red replied, “So you gonna come sit over here with me?”

You brought one hand up to your chin, making a face like you were considering your options. 

“I don’t know,” You said, looking over to the end of the couch where your cat had curled up, “Peaches hasn’t had many snuggles today so I might just have to sit with her instead.”

You turned back to see his reaction but he moved faster than you and you gasped as he pulled you down and into his lap. There was some readjusting between the two of you as you got comfortable in your new seat and you shot him a look.

“Really?” You asked him, although your smile betrayed your feelings, “I was just joking you know.”

He chuckled, “You don’t look that upset, sweetheart.”

“Hard to be mad when I’ve got the best seat in the house.” You giggled, leaning down until your face was just in front of his, “Besides I’m just happy you’re here tonight, hun. I’ve missed you.”

Neither of you had expected rain today, it hadn’t been in the forecast and it had been perfectly sunny when you’d left the house this morning. Unfortunately as soon as the two of you stepped outside of the cafe you’d gone to for lunch it had started to come down pretty quickly. It wasn’t a heavy rain but it didn’t seem like it was going to let up anytime soon so Nox had pulled you under one of the awnings nearby. You giggled as he grumbled under his breath about the weather being ridiculous and ‘why couldn’t it just wait to rain until later’. He shot you a look but you could see the fondness beneath the annoyed glare he was giving you.

You could see it in the softness of his smile, the way his eye lights skimmed over you and made sure nothing was too out of place and that you’re okay. You shivered, whether that was from the cold or his gaze you couldn’t tell. He frowned, moving so that he stood where he could block the rain and wind from hitting you too much. This put him right in front of you and you couldn’t help yourself, slipping your arms around him but under his coat. You sighed from how much warmer you already felt and he chuckled, arching a brow bone as he watched you.

You hummed along to the christmas music that filled your house, adjusting one of the decorations you’d just placed on the fireplace mantle. Rus had gotten you up earlier than normal this morning, claiming that since it was the first day of December the two of you needed to get the decorations up. You knew what it really was, because he’d been just as excited for Halloween and Thanksgiving for the same reason. This year was the first year you’d be celebrating all of your holidays in your own house together. It made your heart melt to see how eager he was to have these experiences with you and you couldn’t even be mad when he’d dragged you out of bed at seven in the morning.

You turned around and laughed as you saw Rus had somehow gotten himself wrapped up in the tinsel. He smiled at you sheepishly, purple flush coloring his cheekbones.