#melodywrites

A/N: dividers by @uzmacchiato

And just think about Sans' character for a second, CAUSE- what do you mean that the first time he ever saw Frisk his first instinct was to stalk her? To follow her around and keep stalking her until he finally met her, then quite literally tell her that he saw her, he liked her, and wanted to make her his.

This entire situation shows what type of environment he grew up in, to think that this is okay and that this is how love is supposed to be shown. Not out of genuine care or interest in the other person, but for his own interest.

He gets mad whenever Frisk actually rejects the idea. For example, when Sans tells her what he had done to show Frisk that he's interested in her, and she rejects it, giving what is honestly a realistic reaction to finding out a creep has been stalking her.

His mind immediately blows up his ego, and his first reaction is violence. Once again, it's another example of Sans' toxicity when it comes to coping with his emotions, his mindset in general, and not getting what he wanted after already planning everything out in his head.

He imagines the beautiful life he could have with Frisk, kissing her, marrying her, and everything else. The second that idea shatters in his mind, like when Frisk tells him that she already has a partner and is soon to be married, his thoughts immediately spiral and boil over into anger because his plan, his structure, has been broken. Something interrupted the future he had already built up in his head.

Once again, he's prone to violence. The first thing he thinks about whenever he feels anger, or any emotion he doesn't know how to handle, is dealing with whatever is causing those feelings by slowly destroying it.

In this case, that's Frisk, because she's the one making him feel this way after shattering his ego and the future he had imagined. This also leads him into a tantrum where he literally breaks a table in half because things aren't going his way.

Another thing to keep in mind is that, even if he doesn't openly accept it, he only stays quiet for a second. His mind immediately interrupts him, and the toxicity he grew up in resurfaces and latches onto him again.

Even while sitting alone in a room, not even seconds later, he convinces himself that she needs him, that she will need him, and that she will come back begging.

Because in his mind, he just needs to make everything worse for her so she'll eventually realize that she 'needs' him. That mentality is so over-the-top that it really shows what kind of environment he grew up in and what taught him that this is how relationships and situations are supposed to work.

Im still staring at my screen just seeing that THESE are the things that help him to calm down. Starting a petition to get everyone in this comic a personal therapist and for some the electric chair-

Young!Lester to Bo: will ya quit drinking?

Bo: i promise ill never drink again

Lester: then, why do ya smell like beer?

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Ricky had first met her in the 1800s. He had taken a trip to Coney Island to sell newspapers at Sea Lion Park. It gave him a decent amount of money and he could afford to keep on living.

Not that anything could kill him, though.

He didn’t know where Ocean and Noel were. They were Immortals, like him, and they had stuck together for a few thousand years.

But for now, the only thing keeping Ricky Potts company was the out of tune whistling of a drunk man in an alley.

He spent a good few minutes thinking up a way to try and communicate his story. See, Ricky was mute, he had been for a while. But some non-verbal communication called sign language was created the century beforehand, so Noel, Ocean and Ricky had time to become fluent. Immortality had a few perks.

That was when she came into the alley. She was dressed in what a middle class woman would wear on a day out. Belled sleeves and flowery pattern on her dress.

Ricky’s surprise was evident when she tossed a few coins into his palms and simply said, “Buy me a drink

”What?” his eyebrows perked up, using his hands to communicate in sign.

“Buy me a drink,” she repeated. “I don’t mind what you get, I have some work to get to and I’d like to cool down afterwards.”

Ricky nodded, kind of scared. Who was this girl with a slim dress and flowers in her hair? Someone to listen to, apparently. She carried a certain air around her, one that Ricky wasn’t too sure about.

It wasn’t one of an immortal, clearly not. He knew other immortals, Ocean and Noel were the ones closest to him but neither of them ever mentioned someone like this, and Ocean knew pretty much everyone. Seriously, she rubbed shoulders with many a greek philosopher.

“What work?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, boy, I don’t see a drink in your hand.”

“Boy?!”

Hello, today and forever more until I pause for whatever reasons, I will be receiving and writing Horror Slasher Oneshots/Headcannons!~

Keeping mind that I have not watched every single Friday The 13th, Scream, Chucky, Norman Bates and Valek/The Nun and Sinclair stuff, and Nightmare on Elm Street Movie/stuff! I know quite a lot, but most likely not every single detail

NOTE: To find my future works, use the tag “MelodyWrites”

Characters Allowed for Requests:

Jason Voorhees (All Versions)

Michael Myers (OG + RZ)

Freddy Kruger (Everyone except Remake)

Leatherface (Bubba + Thomas)

Ghostface (Scary Movie + Stu/Billy)

Brahms Heelshire

Valek/The Nun/The Crooked Man

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Nubbins

Choptop

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Always welcome to new characters as suggestions to be added to the list, and ALWAYS welcome to requests!

Thank You <3

Istarted answering this earlier but all my progress was deleted when I left themobile app so I’m starting it anew…!! I also finished all of my assignmentsfirst because, um, priorities and I would like to pass my very expensiveuniversity courses. That I paid for. With my hard earned cash. (Why can’thigher level education be covered by the government or something damn it.)Anyway, I am really sorry this is so late but I hope you can still enjoy!

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Thesound of a wailing infant could be heard in every room of the Castle of Lions.Shiro, with all his experience and leadership, could not calm his infantizedteammate.

“Whatis it you need, Hunk? Milk? A lullaby? A change in diapers?” Shiro desperately pleaded.

BabyHunk, wrapped in warm yellow blankets, only continued to wail louder. Hisscreams sounding more horrific by the second.

Adoor slid open and Keith walked through, deep grey folds circled under hiseyes.

“Ican’t take this anymore. How much longer do we have until he turns back tonormal!?” He yelled at Coran.

“Justtwo more days. We only need to hold out two more days.” He yelled back.

Keith’seyes took on a mad gleam as he stared at the baby.

Thedoors slid open again and Lance walked in nonchalantly, having successfullycompleted his mission. He pulled in a large vat of milk on a utility cart.

“Hey.”He tiredly greeted everyone and dropped the cart handle. Lance took over babyholding duty from Shiro, who was more than willing to oblige.

“There,there.” He cooed as he rocked the infant. “It’s okay.” He covered the baby’seyes as he continued to rock him. Hunk quieted and when Lance uncovered hiseyes, he was fast asleep.

“Thelights were probably too bright so he couldn’t fall asleep, but it should befine now. He’ll be asleep for at least an hour as long as we stay quiet.”

“Isee.” Shiro said as the others gazed at Lance with awe, through eyes weigheddown with sleep deprivation.

“Ibrought back some Eboif milk that should last us the next 48 hours, as long asit stays cold. Coran?”

“I’llclear out the fridge shelves and put it there.” He said, chipper as ever.Alteans didn’t experience the downsides of sleep deprivation as quickly ashumans did, but it would likely hit within the next 48 hours.

“Thanks.Just so I’m clear, no one is to feed Hunk anything other than Eboif milk forthe next 48 hours. He has a delicate digestive track at the moment and anywrong move may very well kill him. And before I forget, do not under anycircumstances, shake him, and if anyone so much as coughs, you will bequarantined until further notice. Babies are very delicate creatures,understood?”

Everyonehummed noises of agreement.

“Pardonme, Lance, but how do you know so much about the caring of newborns?” Allurainquired.

“Oh,is someone falling for my smooth child-raising skills?” Lance quirked hiseyebrows.

“Yep,that’s the Lance we know.”

“Typical.”

“Ugghhh.”

“Really.”

“Iused to have four younger siblings. The youngest being eight years younger thanme. Everyone older than me was often busy so I ended up spending a lot of timetaking care of those kids.” He smiled fondly. “Those tyrants were the mostterrifying creatures I’d ever met.”

“Whatdo you mean by ‘used to have’?” Pidge asked.

Lancevisibly grew stiff. His smile became strained. “Ah, one of them was just threemonths old when an uncle visited. He had a small cold that none of us thoughtmuch of, but little Elon caught his cold, and well, she wasn’t strong enough tolive through it.” He paused to think for a moment before continuing. “It’s asurprisingly common story and it was such a long time ago, so I don’t remembermuch of it. Who’s hungry? I don’t think any of our stomachs’ will like eatingonly goo instead of Hunk’s cooking for 48 hours but we should survive longenough to devour some of the big man’s delectable dishes. I’ll be in thekitchen if anyone wants to join me for a late dinner!”

Lancewalked out with the infant. As soon as the door closed, everyone in the roomlooked at Keith.

“What?Oh no no no. Comforting is not my thing- and you all know that. If anything,I’ll just make it worse. You all know that- and- fine I’ll go after him.” Hefollowed after Lance, still grumbling under his breath.

“Sleep?”Shiro asked.

Everyonemumbled noises of agreement and wandered off. Coran stayed behind to man theship and watch for possible attacks and distress signals while Allura left fora long-needed rest.

Soon,Coran was left alone with the quiet hum of the ship, a welcome environmentafter the chaos of caring for a human baby for a quintent.

Lancesomehow managed to balance a sleeping Hunk in one arm while the other waspumping green food goo onto a plate. The kitchen doors slid open and familiarthump of boots sounded until they reached a nearby chair. Lance didn’t have tolook up to know who it was. He’d recognize those footsteps anywhere.

“Hey.”Keith greeted him awkwardly.

“Hey.”Lance replied offhandedly, having finished pumping enough food goo for a meal.He pressed a button on the pump and it retracted back to its dispenser.

“Doyou want to talk? You might feel better afterwards.” Keith said bluntly, as healways did.

“Nottoday, buddy.” Lance chuckled. “But thanks for the offer.”

Neitherof them were energetic enough to keep pressing the subject.

Keithwatched silently as Lance dug into his food somehow hungrily, with practicedmoves that suggested he was used to eating in this position.

Afterpolishing off half his plate, Lance glanced over at Keith, with his eyes closedand face smushed into his hand. Somehow his arm was still supporting him, butit wouldn’t be long before Keith’s head slid off his hand and smashed into thetable. Lance smiled at the rare vulnerability Keith was showing. This wouldnever have happened when they first entered space, and yet here they are. Closeas family. Also exhausted as hell, but in a much different way from fighting awar. It was a much welcomed interlude for team Voltron, at least from Lance. Itwas also times like these that Lance thought about his family on Earth themost, but he didn’t miss them as strongly as he used to. Not with his otherfamily around 24/7.

In48 hours, they’ll be fighting a war bigger than any of them again, but for now,he planned on enjoying the peace.

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Thinking about the "Mafiafell bros physically wouldn't be able to function without the other" thing crossed my mind again because it's true. Wingdings is the brain, Sans is the strength, and Papyrus is the strategy.

Wingdings couldn't function without Sans and Papyrus because, after the many fights and wounds he received throughout his childhood, summoning blasters or using generally powerful attacks became difficult for him. With strategy alone, he's incapable of winning, and after a while he'd run out of ideas on how to overcome the given conflict.

Sans couldn't function without Wingdings or Papyrus, once again because he wouldn't know how to calculate things on a long term scale. In a fight, he's pure strength and rarely thinks about tactics, mostly because, with how strong he became, fighting weaker monsters or humans never required him to think strategically. He could just kill them easily and would simply go full berserk on his enemies without having to think of tactics.

Papyrus is basically the same, except he can't rely fully on tactics without some strength behind them and someone capable of long term thinking. He's still clumsy and stubborn, as professional as he may seem. He hasn't experienced the world as harshly as the other two.

The only difference is that he wasn't taught to fight as dirty and hadn't seen the same things as Sans and Wingdings from such a young age. Because of that, he's still new to certain things and situations, which makes him more inexperienced, and that stubbornness would end up affecting his decisions during future conflicts.

Papyrus and Horrortale Papyrus were one of those cases. Looking at Papyrus for too long gave Horror a weird twisting feeling in his guts that only got worse the longer he stared. They looked so similar, yet at the same time completely different.

Even though he had known Papyrus for a long time, he could not stop thinking about how different their lives turned out just from their appearance alone. Sometimes the feeling turned into envy for the life he could have had instead, to the point where he hates looking at himself in the mirror.

For Red, the feeling was different around Coffee. Coffee and Wine came from a world much crueler than theirs, (cough...mayhaps cause- THEIR AU WAS LITERALLY SET IN THE FUCKING COLD WAR. COUGH OUGH) yet Coffee still came out much better. It made Red think that somewhere along the way, he had done something wrong with Edge. Coffee seemed protected under Wine's guidance even in a worse universe, while Red could only think about the life he failed to let Edge have because of his own stupidity and mistakes. The comparison constantly left him blaming himself.

Rus and Stretch were another example. If it were not for Rus' sharp teeth, the two of them could have passed as twins. They had a great friendship, yet every now and then a recurring wave of uncomfortable feelings would slip in between them.

A/N: it HAS been a while since i've done this but GOODNESS! I could NOT keep containing this I was going crazy.

Starting off strong, I think one of the reasons Sans shows feelings of annoyance and irritation towards Papyrus whenever he talks to him isn't just because he's loud, mostly because he's gotten used to that by now. It's because Papyrus reminds him of Wingdings through the way he speaks, his mannerisms, and just his general behavior.

Not exactly like Wingdings, but the fact that Papyrus is always scolding him, and while his loud booming voice is supposed to separate him from his older brother, it only makes Sans more annoyed and irritated. Papyrus is always watching him and keeping an eye on him, just like Wingdings did, treating him like some child that needs to be watched 24/7 so he doesn't do something stupid. Papyrus really looked up to Wingdings, not having many other choices for role models considering he never really knew his mother, and barely knew his father. It was either Sans or Wingdings, so he picked up a lot of his mannerisms from him.

Which Sans wasn't exactly happy about.

Knowing how strained his relationship with Wingdings is, because of what Wingdings was like towards him and still is to some extent, and what he did whenever Sans behaved "incorrectly" or did things Wingdings found distasteful. Like his drinking habit. Wingdings used to put a shock collar on Sans to fix his behavior, and while it did make Sans control his drinking to some extent, he still had plenty of occasions where Papyrus had to drag him home after staying out late drinking. Because of that, the similarities in the way Papyrus scolds him and acts around him feel far too familiar. It reminds him a lot of how Wingdings used to be.

While he knows Wingdings wouldn't react the exact same way now as he did when Sans was younger and his drinking and behavior were far worse, Papyrus' loud voice, constant checking up on him, and the way he acts whenever these topics come up really doesn't help. To Sans, Papyrus is almost a copy of his older brother. The only major difference is his voice. At this point, that's really the only thing Sans can use to separate him from Wingdings. He doesn't show it, but it does make him uncomfortable. And because of the way Sans is, that discomfort usually turns into annoyance and irritated anger.

In my headcanon, whenever Sans and Papyrus fought a lot when they were younger, it was because Sans got fed up with Papyrus' constant scolding and behavior. At the time, Wingdings was still doing the same things and handling Sans in the same way because of his drinking and behavior, which only made everything worse. Then Papyrus started joining in on the lectures and criticism. That really wasn't helping, and it caused Sans to lash out at Papyrus, leading to the two of them fighting a lot.

Now that Sans has become less of a heavy drinker, and Wingdings has mostly backed off when it comes to his behavior, he mainly gets irritated by Papyrus constantly climbing onto his back like a leech, always asking why he's late, analyzing him after nights out, and generally acting the same way Wingdings used to. Sans has also gotten much better at controlling his anger, so it's far rarer for him to lash out because of Papyrus' actions. He learned from a very young age that letting his anger get the better of him never led to anything good, so he's become much better at keeping it under control.

There are still times when he gets close to snapping, though. Papyrus always looked up to Wingdings as a role model. Growing up, Wingdings was one of the only parental figures he had. (If we could call Wingdings a prental figure at all to begin with.)

So it was only natural for him to look up to him and pick up some of his habits and ways of doing things. Even after Wingdings eased up on constantly checking Sans' behavior and became less rough with him, Papyrus had already learned a lot from watching him.

And his mindset too, which was the reason why he doesn't like Sans' rejection and objection and getting angry beacuse of what he's doing. He only wants the best for his brother, he just doesn't understand it. Just like how Wingdings said it.

As a child, most of what he saw was Wingdings keeping an eye on Sans, scolding him, and trying to correct his behavior, so without really realizing it, Papyrus started doing many of the same things himself.

Not knowing any better because of the environment he grew up in and the way Wingdings raised them, Papyrus also saw how often Sans' anger got the better of him, and how Wingdings would respond by hitting him or fighting with him. So whenever Sans got angry at Papyrus for his scolding or behavior,and lashed out at him,Papyrus would immediately fight back.

In his mind, thats how those situations were needed to be handled, because that's what he had grown up watching. And seen its affectiveness. Its just Sans that cant see that what he and Wingdings are trying to do for him is to help him.