Lizzie_Tempest
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Verycooldude: HELLO!
Verycooldude: YOU HAVE VERY INTERESTING ANSWERS IN YOUR PROFILE!
Verycooldude: I HAVE NOT SEEN SOMEONE AS ENTHUSED AS YOU ARE ON THIS APP FOR DATING
Verycooldude: THAT IS A LIE ACTUALLY
Verycooldude: I HAVE, BUT USUALLY THEY ARE FAR MORE NAKED IN THEIR PHOTOS!
Verycooldude: YOUR PHOTOS ARE STILL VERY NICE THOUGH!
“What the…” You actually find yourself laughing at the messages. Was the person messaging you in their 60’s? It’s like they got stuck using all caps.
You continue to read.After another failed date, in your drunken and depressed state you sign yourself up to a dating app. Little do you know you're about to be japed by a scheming, very great skeleton, into dating his almost as but none-the-less still great brother.
Shenanigans happen.
Dating commences.
Innocent miscommunication ensues.Bookmarked by Lizzie_Tempest
28 Mar 2026
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It’s been years since you’ve spoken to your old monster friends, it’s not your fault though…. right? At least you don’t think so, you were just defending yourself, it hurt for a while, but your better now, you don’t need those numb skulls anyway!
…SO WHY THE HELL DID THEY COME BACK WITH DUPLICATES???
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28 Mar 2026
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"are ya good at keeping secrets?"
After an accidental adventure into the underground, you've found yourself shoved into the role of "Ambassador of the Monster People." Now, it's not exactly that you didn't want to help your new friends with integrating to life of the surface; you were honored! But, you were less than prepared to represent an entire race of intelligent life.
Luckily, your new friends are pretty proactive in helping you out in the role. Sans in particular seems surprisingly engaged, for someone who identifies himself as "lazy."
He's confusing. The more time you spend together, the more you learn about him-and the more confusing he gets.You should also get more sleep. You're seeing things.
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Basically, the reader tries to balance their job and dealing with past traumas of the Underground from those around them, including a certain shiftless skeleton.Bookmarked by Lizzie_Tempest
14 Mar 2026
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Frisk should be fine.
Everyone is on the surface, the sun is shining and bright, and their family is blissfully happy as they pursue their dreams in a world they’d thought locked to them.
Frisk is fine, because this is what they always wanted. So what if their scars ache and magic flashes behind their eyes every time they blink? So what if the copper of blood rests thick on their lips? So what if terror catches in their throat and stills their heart when their family ruffles their hair?
All those hands that have hurt them are achingly gentle now, and there’s nothing wrong anymore. There’s nothing for Frisk to fear.
It’s just the occasional (frequent) bad day, and bad days pass.
So Frisk chokes back bitter accusations that bubble up like poison on their lips, because Frisk isn’t allowed to be anything other than fine.
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“You hurt me! You killed me! Of course I’m scared of you! How could I not be?!”
The words tear out of Frisk’s raw throat, and they don’t bother to choke back their sob this time, their hands shaking too hard to sign.
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12 Mar 2026
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It was a joke. A cruel sick fucking joke, but still a joke. That's why he was laughing, right?
Hollow eye sockets stared at the cave opening, lingering traces of magic clinging to the walls and the ground. He could feel the vibration of the ancient spell as he slowly trudged through the entryway. The draft that blew in smelled heavy and damp, but fresh as new scents danced around in his head. The darkness opened to a dim light, the world beyond bathed in a soft blue. He hesitated just at the mouth of the cave, uneasy about leaving the comforting shadows he's known all his life. He gazed out, and his eye lights flickered back to life at the nightly view.
The moon bathed the mountain side in a soft azure hue, the dark green trees glittering from the light hitting the lingering rain fall that clung to the branches. The sky carried few clouds, giving way to the freckles of stars that dotted above the mountain. In the far, far distance, golden and bright city lights could be seen peaking over the top of the trees below, but it was barely noticeable if one wasn't paying attention and it did nothing to dim the swirling galaxy above his head.
Was this real?
Dust!Sans x Reader
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11 Mar 2026