Undertrash Made From Pure Gold

What happens when you and your friend enter into a no expectations, friends with benefits relationship out a need to find release and heal some broken hearts?

A one way trip to cliche town ladies and monsters.

SO, surprise guys I’ve been writing.  In fact, this is something I’ve been working on for @nighttimepixels birthday some weeks ago.  I gave her the first chapter then and recently finished the second chapter.  So I figured, with only one chapter to go, I might as well post it.  

Chapter 7:  Friendship is as Contagious as a Terminal Disease. Yet, once Laura saw the state of Papyrus’ garden she had to bite her cheek. It hadn’t grown at all, and there were so many things wrong. “Papyrus?” she choked out. “I KNOW IT HASN’T GROWN MUCH, BUT I AM SURE IT WILL IN NO TIME. I READ SOMEWHERE THAT TALKING TO YOUR PLANTS HELPS THEM GROW SO I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO THEM EVERY DAY.” When Laura looked at him she noticed he did look proud of his little garden. It was sweet. One more glance at the sad state of the barren ground though had her rolling up the sleeves of her flannel over shirt.

Its Heart Day! So I decided to make some Soul Art for some new friends. I decided to explore Soul cracks that have healed over with Perserverance and also opened up the trait options from the main 7 to this extended chart. So, without further ado, starting from the top: @disillusionist9 with her Soul of Perseverance and some Integrity.  The Integrity lies underneath the Perseverance which grew from the cracks, but it is never truly gone, shining bright from within the heart of the Soul. @theninjamouse whose Soul is filled with Conviction and Sincerity, which create a beautiful, sunset backdrop to the Perseverance streaking through it like lightening.  @fitofpaige17 with her Soul of Determination and Kindness, whose kindness grew from the healed cracks to her Soul. @scrap-patch whose soul reflects curiosity in the mixture if Integrity and Bravery, encasing the Perseverance they’ve earned over their life.

and last but not least

@purplefictionmom with her Soul of Kindness, shining brightly around the scar of Perseverance left on her Soul from the events in her life.  

Chapter 6 : Without Music Life Would Be Flat

Heyyyyooo Chapter 5: You don’t always get to choose your friends, I sure didn’t. is now up.

So a little oneshot I started a while ago finally got finished thanks to @fitofpaige17 so I decided to dedicate it to her.

So here it be.

This one got a bit more serious than the previous one, but, full disclosure here, I’ve had a night like this, I just didn’t get the happy, supported ending like I wrote here. Its ok though.

Prompt 1 “If you ever forget how to breathe, I can remind you.”

It was just one thing after another.  Every little thing was going wrong, so wrong.  How did anyone manage?  How were you supposed to find the good in spite of all the bad that just kept throwing itself at you?  How?  To say that you felt hopeless was an understatement.  Humans were supposed to be resilient right?  

Then why didn’t you feel like it?

Why did it feel like you were seconds away from breaking into a thousand pieces?

You were scared, terrified that at any moment something even worse could happen, something completely out of your control, and you would be at the mercy of an inescapable fate that lead only to your death.

You curled up in bed, shaking from the sobs your refused to vocalize.  You didn’t want to wake up your mate, you didn’t want to burden him with yet another overthought fear that had reduced you to a panic.  He dealt with so many of them as it was, it wasn’t fair to him.  Why did he even put up with you if you could barely keep yourself together every time something happened to you or your health?  

Gods why?  

He deserved so much better than you, he deserved someone healthy, and happy, and…not you.

A whine built in your throat and you hugged yourself, trying so hard to stop shaking, to stop crying.  You couldn’t even breathe, your nose was clogged and runny.

A flame lined arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you across the bed until you were flush against his chest.  

The dam broke then, and that building whine turned into a hoarse sob.

He didn’t say a word as he held you, letting you cry yourself out and holding you securely to him, his face pressed into your shoulder comfortingly.  

When you started to calm he turned you around so he could dry the tears from your face.

“I’m sorry.”  You muttered, throat raw.

“Don’t be.”

“But.”

“No.  You’re scared, it’s ok.”  He whispered, sighing.

“You deserve better than me, I’m broken.”  Your throat felt tight saying those words, most of you wanted him to tell you that you were wrong, whereas the rest of you hoped he would agree and go find a life that made him happier, with less of burden like you.

“That isn’t for you to decide, Little Flame, and you’re not broken.  I love you, all of you, and I’m going to remind you of that for as long as you’re with me.”  He was looking you dead in the eyes and when you opened your mouth to respond, no words came out.  "When you forget you’re not alone, I’ll remind you that you aren’t.  If you forget how much I love you, I’ll remind you of that too.  If you forget how strong you are, if you forget you can ask for help, if you forget that it’s ok to hurt, even if you forget how to breathe, I can remind you.  I will always remind you.“  His thumb stroked your cheek as he spoke, and you could hear every ounce of sincerity in his voice.  

Your eyes burned with tears again.  

“I don’t deserve you.”  You managed to say, jaw clenching against the well of emotions building inside of you.  

He sighed.  "Do I need to remind you that you’re stuck with me, whether you think that or not?“  He asked.  You looked at him and managed a watery laugh.  You nodded.

He kissed your nose.  "I’m here,”  He kissed your tear stained cheek.  "Because I want to be.“  He kissed your forehead.  "I’m not going anywhere.”  He kissed you softly, on the lips, and then pulled back to look at you.  You were smiling, shakily, but smiling.  He smiled in turn.

“Thank you.”  You whispered, pressing your face into his chest and curling in to his embrace.  "I love you.“

Screaaaming okayyyyyyy here you gooooooo

Prompt 10 “We could leave.  We could go anywhere.  Everyone talks with an accent somewhere.”  

“Why does everything suck?”  You asked rhetorically changing the TV station away from the news channel.  You and your mate had been watching the news after your mother had texted you to tell you turn it on.  A sense of hopelessness and frustration warred within you and threatened to pull you into what could only be described as a foul, depressive mood.  Your mate took the remote from you and changed it back to the movie you had been watching previously.  

“Well,” Grillby said after a stretch of silence.  “Why don’t we go somewhere?”

“What?”  You looked away from the tv and at him incredulously.  

“We could leave.” He looked at you with a shrug.

“Yea ok,” you sat up and settled the pillow you were hugging just under your chest.  “Pretending that we could just up and leave our jobs, and money wasn’t an issue, where would we go?”  Your voice held dry cynicism.

“Well, we could go anywhere,” he said, a slow smirk spreading across his face.  Oh no.  The next words out of his mouth, with poorly concealed laughter, were spoken in what had to be the worst attempt at a Scottish accent you’d ever heard.  “We could go ‘cross the sea, where yon hill are green, like you always wanted.”  

“Oh no.”  You said, hiding your face in the pillow.

“What?”  He continued, full on laughing now and still attempting the accent.  “Everyone talks with an accent somewhere, we could pretend to be someone else entirely.”

“Stoooop.”  You moaned through the pillow. “That’s so baaaad.”  You were shaking with laughter.

“Something wrong dear?  Should I try something else?  How about this?”  He changed accents, butchering the next even worse.  

“For the love of all that is good in this world, please no.”  You wheezed.  Breathing was a bit hard at the moment.  He knew you couldn’t handle his “accents”, which admittedly he usually could do very well, unless he was trying to cheer you up.  

“Oh it will be alright, we’ll fit right in.”  He continued unperturbed, pulling the pillow from your arms.  

“Nope, nope, can’t deal, I’m out, done ”  You were red faced, laughing, and unable to look him in the face.  You attempted to roll yourself off the couch only for him to grab you and keep you on the couch.  “Nooo, lemme go you loon!”  He only laughed and pressed a kiss to your hair.  When you stopped struggled he raised a brow and grinned at you.

“Feel better?” He asked, voice amused, but completely normal.  You rolled your eyes.

“Yea, guess so.”

“Good, it’ll be alright, whatever happens, we’ll manage.”  He brushed your struggle induced nest of hair back and smoothed it down.

“Alright, so long as you don’t do that again.”  you agreed, batting his hands away to fix your hair yourself.

“Do what?  Talk like this?”  And the damn Scottish accent was back, though he was having a hard time managing it from trying not to laugh.

Chapter 4: My Skeletons Follow Me Down The Street

Sooooooooo, because I’m impatient as hell and really really fucking proud of this.  Let me present, my monstersona redesigned from this to what you see now. I want to thank @jolie-in-the-underground​ for helping me with the redesign, especially those wings and legs cause damn, getting the kind of quadrupedal legs I wanted to work was a challenge and a half for me, and @redeyedryu​ for some pointers as well.  And I want to thank @nighttimepixels​ for helping me with my colors.

I get really into character design, how do things work, how do they act, how do they sleep and do clothes work with their bodies, where do they live and why, what do they do, how are they in different aus -  etc, etc, etc.  I couldn’t talk about my characters, especially this one, all day.  ^///^;;

So yea! This is Vivian. Vivi or Viv for short.  

Brief Bio:  She is a fall colored monster, purples and oranges and reds.  Except for the veins in her horns, the spikes on her tail, and the color of her sclera. Those are all ice blue, and in the case of the veins and spikes almost translucent, like bits of ice.   When she uses her magic, the ice-like parts of her anatomy fill up with the color of her magic and glow brightly.  (pretty handy when in the dark)

Her magic is elementally Ice primarily an Water secondary.  Her primary color is Blue and Secondary is Yellow (if you remember this post, my soul traits are integrity and justice.) In the classic timeline she mainly only uses her Blue magic.  Integrity like half of my soul, and Ice magic.  She has primarily Yellow magic, Justice, in the swap universes, and its more water based.  I view, Integrity as cold truth, blunt and un-moving like ice, sometimes harsh.  Justice can be unpredictable, sometimes emotion driven, never quite clear cut, like water. 

Personality wise, well she’s me.  So while I view Integrity at it’s core as a cold trait, I am by far not a cold person.  (Don’t worry, I’ll do a better bio page for her later.) 

History Rewritten Chapter 2: Discordant Donuts

Summary:

There is a small town, secluded from the majority of the world, where the children are taught a history very different from the rest of the world. It tells a story of a war, a war long forgotten by humankind. A war between humans and monsters; from a time when magic was widely practiced and relations were tense.

In this small town the children are taught that not every monster died, and not every surviving monster was sealed away. Those that escaped, both human and monster, began life again. Hidden away in small villages away from the majority of humanity, trying to survive, wondering how to free their brethren, and waiting until the day mankind would be able to accept them again. Over time a new generation of children were born: demi-monster children, born from and joining the two races together.

Its beginning to look a lot like gyftmas. Its my monstersona, getting in the spirit.

Well hello robin.  This may not have been what you were hoping I would draw, but it was fun regardless and I’m in a real fluffy mood.  ^//^

This was the Back Rub prompt, so I went with a shoulder rub and a smooch after a long day.

Ahh, hello, yes!  Thank you, these were fun to do!!This was the other one with the rain prompt, but there was a second prompt in here too.  the Road Trip prompt.  It made me think of all the trips me and my husband make.  Car rides make me fall asleep, and this large Owl Pillow Plush I have does not help keep me awake. hahahah.