Head full of cloud and skin breaking away;

 If I were to collapse on the mattress-

And feel my marrow softening:

 If I were to exhale-

And out came the sweetened oxygen,

and out came the stale taste of honey from the ridges in my spine.

 If I were to show up again tomorrow-

Smiling just as crookedly, skin reattached and fingers grasping warmth.

 I am a product of my own imagination.

These ribs are nothing more than loosely fastened dust.

And if I were to exist-

which I highly doubt I do-

than there would be nothing more of me than Word files

and wrinkled sauce packets,

nothing more than

an old

and empty lighter

and a battered

pair

of

sneakers

all

on

the

Razz yawned, stretching out in the bed. Hefelt more relaxed than he ever could remember being. His soul beat slowly,contentedly, in rhythm with the breathing next to him. He hadn’t slept as wellin years as he had the past weeks. He smiled, turning to watch his special friend who was lying next tohim. Red looked peaceful, and beneath the slightly open eyelids Razz could seethat the eyelights were almost pink – more white than red. He leaned at hiselbows and pressed a soft kiss to Red’s teeth.

Red mumbled before kissing back. His eyesockets slowly opened, and he had a goofy smile on his face as they broke thekiss.

“mornin’,” he said and pressed another kissto Razz’s mandible. “slept well?”

“SPLENDIDLY.

Red laughed and joined Razz sitting up. Henodded.

“me too.”

In a comfortable silence, they got up andgot dressed, stealing glances at each other while they did so. Razz couldn’thelp the small blush lighting up his cheeks at the pure adoration in Red’seyelights as he studied his body. He knew he was good-looking despite hisscarred body, but Red found him attractive partially because of his scars. It was wonderful. Every time they got closethey touched and pressed small kisses on each others’ skulls.

Down in the kitchen they began to put outbreakfast. Red grinned as he held up a can of ham.

“ey, razz, whatdo ya call a pig tha’ does karate? A porkchop.”

Razz stared athim for a few moments, face filled with disbelief, before breaking out inlaughter.

“OH MY STARS,YOU’RE SO GODDAMN STUPID,” he groaned between breaths, making Red grin widerand wink.

“but tha’s whyya love me, ain’t it?”

Razz smiled andnodded, pouring them a cup of coffee each. He gave one to Red, who moaned inpleasure as he breathed in the steam. He took a sip, and his moans grew louderas his eyelights formed into something that vaguely resembled hearts. Razzwatched in amusement. He’d never have thought that one could call someone asruthless as Red cute, yet here hewas. Red was adorable. He told himthat, and Red glared at him. His eyelights twinkled.

“’m not adorable,”he said, pouting. Razz laughed softly again and stroked his shoulder.

“YOU ARE,” he correctedand took a sip from his own coffee. “ABSOLUTELY ENDEARING. THE LOVELIEST.” Alight blush began to burn on Red’s cheeks, and he quickly hid his face in thecoffee-cup, downing the rest of it.

“shut th’ fuckup,” he mumbled in slight discomfort over all the praise, but he was smiling.

“YOU ARE ALMOSTAS MAGNIFICENT AS I,” Razz finished with a triumphant grin. “AND THAT IS WHY ILOVE YOU.”

“i love ya too, yadork,” Red said, making Razz splutter at being called a dork. He sat down onthe kitchen bench and grabbed Razz’s hand to drag him down next to him. “cheersto that, and to my brother and paps locking us into a closet until we admittedit.” He lifted his coffee cup into the air, grinning at the other. Razz grinnedback, and let his own cup collide with the other’s.

“CHEERS.”

Thank you to @pointless-pencil​, cardboardhydrates-liked, @altostratusplunge​, @gossyreblogs​, sesurescue, and antarestyl for your nice comments!  And thank you to everyone for liking and reblogging.  I always appreciate it.  <3

Some more specific replies:

@antarestyl​ said: 

Awwwww this is super adorable. Stealthy good uncle sans is the best xD also Grillby. Grillby understands and supports sans no matter how silly… it is cute. ^^ thanks for filling it!

It was fun to write!  :D  I always love how Sans just...doesn’t want Papyrus to know he does stuff for him.  He’s such a doofus.  I figure he must get like that about all the people he really really cares about.

sesurescue said: 

#Sans never saw it coming

I bet that really grates, too.  He’s proud, but it still gets on his nerves.

antarestyl said: 

This is really cute. XD I love how well Grillby knows Sans like… emotionally? Like he knows how Sans will react to stuff and what he values but he lacks the simple FACTS of what he likes and hates XD And it makes so much sense, your portrait of Sans is somebody you get to know by watching him, not by asking him stuff. Also yes, the image of Grillby baking like a ton of test cakes is hilarious and he was so proud of himself in the end. <3

Thank you so much!  Grillby wanted to give Sans a joke so much for his birthday, and he could’ve just like tried to sneak a whoopee cushion he’d written “happy birthday” on into their bed or whatever but he wanted it to be a *special* joke so he put all this work into it and had to learn more about sans to make it perfect.  luckily sans appreciated the effort, lol.  

@gossyreblogs​ reblogged this from it-refused and added:

Hahaha oh dear. Papyrus has some grievances to voice, I see. xD

Also: “…I made it with love.” I can just picture Grillby leaning forward in all solemn sincerity and it’s beautiful.

# >_> TUMBLR SEEMS TO HAVE TAKEN AWAY THE OPTION TO USE HTML W/ MOBILE REBLOGS. RUDE. # IT'S KIND OF NEAT SEEING GRILLBY'S THOUGHT PROCESSES THROUGH THIS WHOLE THING 

Papyrus has a lot of feelings about his brother’s health.

And Grillby ABSOLUTELY made it with love.  With all his heart, Sans.  Every bit of warm feeling he has towards him is in that cake.  Meanwhile, Sans wonders if eating some of the wrapping paper sitting around would get the flavor out of his mouth. 

Ugh, Tumblr.  Apparently it fixed like one thing with this mobile update and made a bunch of things harder?  (I heard it’s harder to tag now, or something?)

sesurescue reblogged this from it-refused:

#Sans gets himself into hot water#As usual

ty for the hot water joke

gossyreblogs reblogged this from it-refused:

#dear lord the whole first 3/4ths of this was a constant background drone of 'sans. sans no. no sans. stop.'#haaaaa I do not have the constitution for poor decisions and secondhand embarrassment xD#this was good though#it's really neat to see some follow up to that other fic too :D#also watching these two sort out interpersonal communication is always interesting. it doesn't necessarily come easy to either of them.#I mean. Sans mostly obviously. but. xD

god, i’m sorry, lol, i know that feeling.  since i know what’s going to happen, i don’t have anywhere near the problem writing this stuff than i do reading it.  

Thank you so much!  I hadn’t really seen any art that focused on their friendship so I decided to make some myself.  I mean, there’s no way they wouldn’t become best buds; even ignoring the fact that Papyrus wants to be friends with everyone and effectively became Alphys’ life coach, I can’t fathom the possibility that he wouldn’t want to be friends with the monster his best friend/mentor (Undyne) loves and admires so much.

Hi!!

I did not realize people could still find that art post!! Oh no!! It’s terrible!