#lstth

Here’s MC in a cute lil outfit cuz she deserves it.

LSTTH proposal scene cr. line art: @yourstrulycommandershepard

Someone is anonymously posting smutty Reylo fanfiction on the First Order's intranet.

Everyone is reading it.

Kylo Ren finds it.

It goes about how you'd expect.

Like Sands Through the Hourglass, Chapter 1

I’m ShaggySkull (Shaggs, Skulls, buddy chum pal, idc), and I’m leaning hard into this skeleton brainrotting thing. I’m (not so) currently writing a fic called ‘Like Sans Through The Hourglass’ (M) on AO3 and rarely making art for it too. If you’re into reader/oc inserts with heaping amounts of tropes like slow burn, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, attempted humor, and a side of melodrama that verges on competing with the soap operas your mom used to watch, it might just tickle your funnybone. Is it another 6 skeletons / machine fic? Yes, it's another 6 skeletons / machine fic, but this time in a FS universe! Ooooh exciting!!

🤍 Link to the fic 🤍 (undergoing rewrites during hiatus)

Feel free to ask me anything about anything and join me in my insanity!

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Narc.

The sun had just begun to break over the peak of the mountain when she heard a panicked welp coming from a bedroom. She looked towards the source just as Blue burst from his room, a wild look in his eyelights (while Pappy subtly appeared out of view in the living room almost immediately in response to his brother’s anxiety). Blue went directly across to open the door to the reading room when he happened to look to his side, meeting Em’s worried gaze. 

“OH!” He chuckled, panic turning into embarrassment and embarrassment turning into relief. “You’re up early!” He made his way towards her, relaxing with each step. 

“More like I couldn’t sleep,” she smirked. “Is everything okay?”

“Hm? No, yeah! Everything’s good!” He smiled widely. “Are YOU okay? I’m sorry to hear your night wasn’t restful.”

“No worries, I’ve never been good at sleeping anyway.”

“You could always study the master,” louder he called, “RIGHT, PAPPY?”

“I am a whizzz when it comes to snoozzzing, not to mention dozzzing,” Pappy replied from the newly occupied stool on the opposite end to Em, a tired grin on his face that was melting into the cool granite countertop. 

She turned so that she was once again facing the countertop and cast a side glance to Pappy as Blue made his way to grab a bottle from a cabinet. “Teach me your wayzzz, oh wiszzze one.”

Pappy snickered. “I like to lead by exzzzample.” He shut his sockets and pretended to doze. 

“You seem to be in a good mood today,” Blue shot a smile over his shoulder as he was filling his bottle in the sink. The sound of Tyr’s footsteps came from the hallway, softened from their usual staccato by the trainers he wore, though the rhythm was just as precise. Embarrassment covered Blue’s turned face once again. “Not that you seem to be in a bad mood usually! In fact, you’re usually really neutral.” He hid his wince by busying himself in his actions. "You must be some sort of night owl, huh? That would be fitting seeing as your eyelights remind me of the night sky, though I can't decide whether it's the moon or all the stars in the universe I see when I look into them!" His next wince was audible.