I think I just wrote the most amazing thing I have ever written in like, ever. Like, omg, I am gushing and squealing and giggling over this little thing that I have written, like, I am filled with so much love and adoration and pride over this thing that I have written, like, I am kicking my legs and smiling so much and thinking only about this thing that I have written, like, I have shamelessly re-read it so many times because I am that in love with the thing that I have written, oh my gosh!
And I really really really want to share it cause it's got me so happy and I want it to make other people happy - or feel something - too! I'm not supposed to, it's supposedly spoilers for the fanfic that I'm writing, but honestly? Fuck that! By the time I post the chapter that it's related to, this'll hopefully be lost somewhere in my blog, so here it is! :D
Warnings for swearing and suggestive thoughts
Underswap Papyrus/OC for context
Fuck
Papyrus had always hated ceremonies and long procedures with even longer speeches. He hated having to sit and wait to get his PhD, he hated having to sit through thirty something people making the same pledge over and over again to support Alphys and his bro. He understood it was a necessary formality, but he had sworn, after taking pictures with Sans after the whole thing, that he would never go to a ceremony again. Especially if it involved the police.
And yet, when Kate asked him if he would come, when she invited him to her own ceremony, he found that he couldn't say no.
Sitting on the plastic chairs in the chill of December as they waited for the function to begin, reminded him why he hated these things again. And then the recruits came on and his eye lights whizzed across the stage in search of her. He watched her light up when she saw his little group and he sent her a wink in greeting. She could only smile in response, but it was enough to warm his bones.
He would have loved if they had sat closer to the front, but those seats were reserved for actual officers, and he may have been a bit late. Only to avoid the wait time though. Then the pledges started and he was reminded of why he didn't like these things again.
By the time it was Kate's turn—she was literally the last one, good grief—Pap was just about ready to leave, but then she took her pledge and a smile grew on his face. She was officially a cop and he felt kinda proud of her. When it was finally over, Undyne coaxed him from his seat to get to Sans and the others. Kate didn't take her time to get to them either.
As she neared, excited grin on her face, new badge gripped in her hand and uniform hugging her body, all he could think of was how good she looked. And not in the cool way his brother looked wearing the same uniform, or how Alphys managed to make herself look scary in the issued navy blue, but different. She looked good good. Hot.
Fuck.
Thank goodness he stuffed his pockets with lollipops, or he might be caught shaking like a leaf. Alphys was the first to get to her with a congratulatory noogie. She didn't protest, too giddy to. Undyne stopped her from falling, with her own congratulations in mind. Flynn came over with treats from Muffet—he didn't understand why she hadn't given them to him. He had literally been there that morning lamenting the fact that he had to go. He bit his lollipop; not enough to break it, but enough to abate his annoyance.
His bro was next, spinning her in an excited hug. She was smiling and giggling and maybe if he didn't have a lolly in his mouth, his own smile would have been more apparent.
Someone commented how she looked good and he bit his lollipop harder; he would have loved to be the one to say that. She spun around to a chorus of whistles from Alphys and Undyne. He couldn't help but notice the cuffs hanging from her belt and wondered if she knew how to use them.
Fuck.
He scratched at his chest and got out a new lolly—the other one was just about done anyway—and then she turned to him, with her imploring brown eyes and her soft smile and-
"Pap?" It was cold. It made sense to shiver, right?
"What do you think?"
What did he think? What did he think? He could barely think at all right now, if he was being honest. If he was being really honest, he was thinking about a lot of things right now. Like why Muffet chose Flynn to deliver her treats, why he hadn't shown up a little earlier so he could sit closer to the front, why she looked so damn good in that uniform of hers.
Fuck.
He scratched at his chest again and shrugged. "Congrats, Kate."
Geez, is that really all he could say? He wished he hadn't shown up, if only to avoid the fall in her expression at his words. Leave it to him to come up with the single most bland response known to mankind. Gaw, he couldn't say what he was actually thinking out loud. At least, not with the otakus and his brother right next to him. Not with her right there.
"That's officer Kate to you." Yeah, no. He would enjoy saying that too much.
"Uh oh, you gonna arrest me?" Joke, tease, anything to light her up again.
She snorted—success—before waving his remark off with her hand. He caught a whiff of her perfume—sweet, mellow, familiar. He could melt surrounded by that scent.
Focus! Geez, he's in public.
"Nah. That's reserved for actual criminals. Unless..." Her stance became less amused and more suggestive? He did not like where this was going. He shifted on his feet. "Have you been a naughty boy, Papyrus?"
Fuck!
Puns, he could tolerate, her poor attempt at jokes, he could entertain. Hell, he appreciated a well timed 'that's what she said,' but this? Sexual innuendos dressed in that damn all uniform. With her braids—they were done really well; he had to say something about that later—tied in a low ponytail and the cuffs glinting by her side. Did she even know? Did she even mean it (he really hoped that she did)? And what the fuck was up with her expression? It took everything within him not to turn around and let her lock him up. Oh, he would like that. He would like that a lot.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
He bit through his lollipop and he didn't miss the amused looks on Undyne and his bro's faces, but it was Alphys—of all people—who was his saving grace. She said something about getting smashed at her place to celebrate not being able to do that again and Kate's attention—and that damned expression—was gratefully shifted.
He could go for a couple drinks himself, if he was being honest.
If he was being really honest, the only thing he wanted to get smashed by right now was Kate.
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Thank you so much to @flashfictionfridayofficial for another wonderful prompt! I've been having so much fun with these!
[#FFF257 Count The Days]
For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training) who has recently started her training. This is in the POV of Sans, a victim advocate, who is getting sick of his monotonous incapability to help the monsters enough
The first day was always the hardest.
Being the victim advocate at the police station meant being ready to support people—monsters and humans alike—in whatever way they needed, be it comfort, finances or magic, Sans loved his job, truly; it was an easy way to help so many people and keep monsterkind safe, but...
There shouldn't be this many victims.
The day after was always more bearable. Sure, he'd be exhausted from expending so much energy and magic on the victims to make sure that they'd be okay, but he usually didn't have to do it the next day. All he really needed to do was check in on them, make sure that they were coping alright, refer them to therapists or doctors if they wanted him to. And then he could rest some. Not that he wanted to, but Papyrus and Muffet would have his head if they found out that he wasn't.
By the time a week had passed, the victim wouldn't need daily checkups, a community of caring monsters doing that for him. Making sure that they were going to therapy if they had started, that the people around them were taking good care of them; making sure that his job was completely and thoroughly taken care of.
Then, he could really start.
The first day was always the easiest. Being the victim advocate meant talking to people, calming them down, asking them questions about what happened. Sans loved his job, truly; it was an easy way to help so many people and keep monsterkind safe, but...
There was still more he could do.
The day after was always more difficult. By then he would have exhausted all information from the victims, but it never hurt to try again. All he had to do was check in on them, and use that to do some investigating on his own as he made his way to their houses. He could eavesdrop om his colleagues' conversations too. Sure, he hated the invasion of privacy, but he'd long since been desensitised when he realised how much information he could get from it. And he couldn't rest. Not that he wanted to, but he had to make sure that Papyrus and Muffet didn't find out.
By the time a week had passed, there was nothing more he could really do, the detectives already doing what they can to investigate. Having interviews, looking for clues, making it clear that it was just as futile as when Sans had first started looking.
Then a new victim would come in, and he would have to start all over again.
Thank you to @flashfictionfridayofficial for the amazing prompt! I haven't written in a hot second and this got me writing in a way that I haven't in a while, so thank you oh-so-much!
For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training), who has, up till now, been trying to solve human and monster murder cases for over a month, with the increasing amount of the latter eating her up inside.
It was, after all, an almost imperceptible nuisance; always swept away by a broom, sucked up into a vacuum or washed away with a mop. It was useless. At least, the earth's dust was.
Monster Dust held a different story. A thousand different stories, all sprinkled onto a beloved object. Stories of hundreds of years trapped Underground, of Hope and of Love, of endurance and then freedom. Stories cut short, stolen and discarded on the sidewalk, an alley, in their own homes. Stories left unfinished, untold, forgotten.
I always thought Dust would look like ashes. Like the cremated remains of a human corpse, or better yet, the remnants of a forest fire, ashes drifting down like gentle rain, fertilising the ground to bring new life into the world. It used to look like it still had life. Like the Hope could not be removed from the Dust. Like they were one and the same, glittering with the unbridled joys of life, glowing with the thousands of stories waiting to be told.
Stories that always deserved to be told.
But after a while, the colours get muted. The Dust no longer glitters with life or glows with Hope. The Ziplock bags all just pile up on top of each other to create an endless mass of grey, a mountain whose height cannot be reached, which screams from the top for me to tell their stories. The voices echo, deafening and unwavering over and over and over again, they cry in my ears. An angry torrent that doesn't let me see beyond the grey, that drowns me and pulls me into a familiar dark embrace which holds me closer and closer, suffocates me, brings me nearer to the dust which I so loathe and so wish--
A knock at the door drew Kate out of her daydream. With a shaky sigh, she rubbed her face, squinting her eyes to ease their throbbing as the person opened the door.
"Another report came in..."
It was Edward. His voice was soft as he spoke and he moved carefully around the room, trying not to topple any of the piles of information or himself. He held a mug of coffee in one hand and a case file in another, Ziplock bag stapled to the front.
Gingerly placing the file in front of her, he gave her a stern look, as if chastising her for still being in the office this late. Like he could talk. She had the common sense to look sheepish, though, as she thanked him for the information. After some light hearted conversation, she waved him away with a smile, saying how they both needed to get back to work.
Forcing a glance at the file, she took note of the name Jerry, wondering what stories they had, what their favourite object was, what it would take for it to be me in that Ziplock bag.
I think I missed the mark here, oops- But man have I been meaning to write more for this story, so thank you for the inspiring prompt @flashfictionfridayofficial!
For context, this is an Undertale AU fanfic following Kate (an OC detective in training) who has, up till now, spent a week trying to solve cases that her superiors had failed to solve in months.
Sins of Omission
I lightly tapped the spacebar on my computer, trying to remember what to put in the search bar. I switched tabs to the city's main conspiracy blog to see if I could find my inspiration. It had been a helpful distraction from my previous work to the point that it granted me an epiphany, if I could just remember what exactly I wanted to type...
A knock from the front door distracted me further, and I gave up all attempts at remembering my inquiry. It spurred me to check the time and I couldn't believe that it was a little past five, although a glimpse through the still open window provided me with a view of the setting sun. I frowned at the scene and ignored the mocking sight of week-old clippings and files, all mostly unchanged from when I first arranged them in the living room. It was proving a lot harder to find any helpful leads on the missing monster cases than. I don’t know who I thought I was to try and take it on---me, an academy recruit in training thinking that I could do better than seasoned detectives with numerous solved cases under their belt? It would be best to stop wasting time and hand the cases back to more experienced hands.
I shook my head vehemently at the thought. They had had their chance and had failed, and as much as I only had an increasingly credible conspiracy blog to work off, that’s a lot more to show for in the week I had the cases than in the months that the Police Department claimed to be handling them.
Another knock interrupted my thoughts and I considered ignoring it, the light from the screen calling for my attention. I dismissed the thought since I only got so many visitors. I gingerly got up from my cross-legged position on the carpet, hearing cracks along the way. I mused doing a few stretches before I go to bed today---if I go to bed today.
I opened the door to reveal a familiar orange hoodie clad skeleton. My face broke out into a grin as soon I saw him. “Pap!”
My previous woes left as I widened the door for him to come in. He did so without a second thought, giving me a smile as he passed me before stopping in his tracks almost immediately. After closing the door, I stood next to him to see what gave him pause. A glance at the room before us petrified me.
The house was a mess.
Newspaper clippings were either pasted on the walls and floor or hanging from strings stuck to the ceiling of the living room, all connected with red rope and pushpins. What used to be a couch for lounging was now covered in more papers, these ones of pictures of possible suspects and the appearances of the missing persons. The grey, fuzzy carpet, which had hence become a safety hazard due to the fallen box of pins was somehow still used as seating while the glass coffee table atop it held cartons of reports and statements alongside mugs of coffee and empty cans of energy drinks. Plates and containers of what had held Sans’ heavenly packed lunches were stacked in the sink in the adjacent kitchen while the bin overflowed with Muffet’s packaging. And that was only what could be seen. I winced at the thought of the laundry hamper in the bathroom and the state my bedroom might be in. Did I make my bed today?
I heard chuckles beside me and I looked anywhere but in his direction, embarrassed that I’d let him see me in this state. It was then that I realised that I was still in my One Direction pyjamas from this morning. I died on the inside as he started snickering.
“And I thought Sans was messy. You tryna beat his record or something?”
I wrapped my arms around myself, no longer feeling happy about his arrival. “I uh… I’ve been busy.”
At my lacklustre response, he nudged my shoulder, trying to get me to look at him. “Hey, at least Sans always has someone to help him out when he’s busy.”
At the softness in his voice, I look up at him in surprise, only to find that he wasn't beside me anymore and was instead in the open kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie.
“What are you doing?” I ask slowly as I approach him.
“Chores. What better way for us to hang out?”
I snorted at his response before realisation dawned on me. “Shoot! We were supposed to hang out today! I am so sorry!”
“Eh. Don’t sweat it.” He waved away my apologies with a sudsy gloved arm. “You were busy.”
I watched him scrub at a plate, still feeling guilty for missing our hangout, still trying to comprehend that he was doing the dishes. It never occurred to me that he would do them at all with perfectionist Sans around, less so for other people. Voluntarily even. I tried grabbing a sponge and helping him out, but he shooed me away with a flick of bubbles.
“Nope. Go back to your pc, or better yet, take a break.”
I squirmed on the spot behind him, feeling entirely weird over this situation.
“Why are you doing this?” I finally asked.
He shrugged and when he refused to give me any other response, I begrudgingly went back to my laptop, the screen having fallen asleep with my absence. I tapped at the spacebar, watching the stars appear outside the still open window as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on.
Been trying to figure out characters lately ‘cause when I tried continuing my original first draft, their voices were falling flat. I didn’t know whether that was because I hadn’t spent time with them in a really long while or because they’ve changed as characters, but I’ve started rewriting them anyway
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Hi! Hey! I am LuKa, and welcome to my closet wear I hide all my skeletons and their oddly paired socks!
I write Undertale fanfiction mostly about the skelebros and potential romantic partners (because I love Sans and I can't get enough of that gorgeous little 8-bit world!)
pfp made using QueenBee's character maker!
I'll be sharing story ideas, some of my WIPs and characters and stuff
asks and DMs are more than welcome!
until further notice, I don't do commissions or requests or anything else of a similar calibre
I am legally an adult, so anything NSFW will be explicitly stated, but minors, please watch yourself and be good, okay?
if you see lukas-wrld loitering around, don't mind her, she's me, but more sane, and dare I say, boring
Wattpad (does anyone even use this anymore?), Quotev, Ao3
I think mushrooms are cool (I don't know anything about mushrooms)
works below the cut!
TW: mentions of sex and drugs
An Escort
completed!/being rewritten
TW: mentions of sex, vague descriptions of sex, substance (ab)use
In Suncity, it's not unheard of to have a monster in your bed. With the desire to feel, through adrenaline, drinks and sex, it's no surprise that you have someone over every night. But the same monster over and over again? That's a shitstorm just waiting to happen.
If you like Underlust, platonic sex, or a (as far as I know, anyway) unorthodox writing style, you should check out An Escort! I may post the chapters here, when I finally get to polishing up the story, but for now, hope you don't mind reading elsewhere
tumblr post || Ao3 || Quotev || Wattpad
Blood, Dust & Honey
in progress
TW: death, kidnapping
The monsters have been on the surface for almost a year now, and even after being given the official ‘okay’ to integrate, humans are still sceptical about them.
When monsters start disappearing, their dust is swept under the carpet even as the Ebott City Police Department try their best to get to the bottom of it. Then humans start disappearing and citizens revolt against what looks like retaliation. Kate, an impatient, newly recruited detective, decides to take matters into her own hands when her superiors fail to make sufficient progress.
With the help of the other recruits and her new monster friends, she’ll have to find the culprit lest she lose her job and the rights of monsterkind.
If you like Underswap Papyrus, slow burns or kind of mystery I guess? then you should totally stick around for this! I plan to start posting in September, whether I'm done with the writing or not, lol
tumblr post || Ao3 || Quotev || Wattpad
The Colour of Love (Working Title)
planning/drafting
Living with hair that changes colour according to how you feel makes you an open book for interpretation. But then a certain skeleton monster makes you feel all sorts of things that you can’t pinpoint the feelings for the colours. Mix in that the truth of your obscure past starts to surface and suddenly colours seem to lose their meaning to you. But there’s one colour that makes you reconsider.
If you like Undertale Sans, memory loss or crazy scientists, then you might like this story! I plan to continue writing this once I finish with the previous story, whenever that may be, but that doesn't stop me from adding a few chapters or scenes in between!
TW: crazy scientists, memory loss
Pushing up Daisies
planning/drafting
The monsters have been released onto the Surface, and while mankind struggles to grasp the arrival of a new magical species, a malady that sweeps the earth causes them to disregard any friendliness that might have been shown in favour of slaughtering the beasts that supposedly brought the disease.
The dead soon share ownership of the Surface with malevolence and lasting another day becomes harder and harder.
But pair a badass young adult who has long since tuned out the cries of her Soul, with a perverted skeleton in search of his family, and maybe they'll be able to unearth the germ of all of this.
If you like Underfell Sans, zombie apocalypses or cross country (more like city, lol) trips to find family, then this could be for you!
TW: death, the undead, weapons, blood
A Series of Mansions
skeleton lords and their maids, romance, shadows, and... problems
As of now, I'm literally just worldbuilding and figuring out character dynamics and jotting down little scenes that I can't wait to write! But I'll be sharing a few things here and there and trying not to lose my mind over the mountain I have decided to climb... this should be fun! even though it's really ambitious for me, but I can't get rid of the idea!!
I Call Shotgun!
planning
A crackfic(?) where Burgerpants, NiceCream Guy, Bratty, Catty and Mad Mew Mew go on a road trip together. Shenanigans ensue and bad luck follows.
I don't even remember where I got this idea from, but it's silly and I want it to be very light hearted and fun and completely different paced from what I usually write!
I have the sudden urge to abandon my story to instead better understand Undertale's story as a whole
I've been reading and watching a lot of reviews and analyses that really highlight my shortcomings in understanding stories and characters and I genuinely want to step back from BD&H until I have a secure grasp on it.
Cause I've been drafting and rewriting and editing and rewriting chapter 6 for what feels like forever, but I'm not satisfied. And all this as I watch analyses doesn't help my confidence in my writing skills, lol.
I am genuinely struggling with writing out this chapter and I'm starting to think that it's because I still don't have a decent grasp on stories and characters and storytelling as a whole, which I was aware of long before I started posting the chapters, but it feels like I know even less than I thought I did. Undertale, even less, it seems
But I won't stop writing the story.
I can't guarantee that it won't end up kinda off, and that I might not like it and that it may get a lot of plot holes and lots of inconsistencies, but I'm hoping that it'll help me grow in my storytelling anyway.
That being said, I am still struggling to get this chapter out the way I want it to, because my awareness of different takes is now warring with my original perception of the character and I have this itch to just abandon the original plot in favour of producing a character that is more canon, I guess. But I won't. I don't know how long it's going to take for me to accept the direction I originally wanted to go in, but I don't want to betray that version of the story because I'm rethinking things. Mostly because it'll change the entire plot (which doesn't feel like a lot, having posted only five chapters so far, lol), but also because I don't know if I'll even like the new version I'm thinking of, so :/
In any case, I guess I only feel so strongly because this chapter will literally determine the nature and development of Kate and Papyrus' relationship from here on out. Which gives it a lot more stakes than the other chapters did where they were just acquainting themselves with each other
I dunno. But I do know that I have some writing to do, no matter how unsure of it I am slowly becoming...
I don't think I mentioned it here, but I've been struggling to get chapter 5 of BD&H to a place of satisfaction; hence no update
But! the chapter has been drafted and I mostly like it. I just have to insert and fix some dialogue, fix any continuity issues, add some details and then I'm pretty much done!
I think I'll post it on halloween in celebration of deltarune so that I can give myself time to actually get it done, lol
I posted a companion book that I'm gonna fill with one shots, cutscenes, original drafts, and chapters in other people's POVs on Wattpad, Quotev and Ao3 so that there's something to read as you wait, so you can go check those out if you want
