Some doodles inspired by @captain-erwinmerica ‘s AMAZING Mafia AU Masquerade. Couldn’t help thinking about it and need to do some doodles or my head’s gonna explode… Not sure if it fit the fic itself but at least I tried. 6am now…I should go to bed.
I’m so lonely and crave affection and closeness and intimacy with someone but at the same time I can’t stand the idea of someone relying on me for emotional support when i’m so emotionally chaotic myself and I need approximately 5 hours of alone time every evening or else I feel like my head is going to explode. but I’m so lonely
Viktor thinks wistfully back to Hasetsu, when all his attention focused on Yuuri: Yuuri’s skating, Yuuri’s artistry, Yuuri’s body. Coaching, he thinks, it’s just about being able to clearly see what’s there. It’s being able to see what’s not.
It’s about being able to talk to your students.
Coach, lover, competitor–the scale keeps tipping. Viktor feels like his head is going to explode.
How would the classic fell swap and swapfell skelebros react to seeing a full body x-ray of their so?
THERE ARE SO MANY SWAPFELL THINGS IN THE ASK BOX I’M SO HAPPY!!!! Ok, let’s just assume that Frisk explained that Skeletons are inside humans. - Mod Sync
He always knew humans had skeletons inside them, but he doesn’t immediately recognize that it’s your skeleton he’s looking at. Once he does however… Let’s just say Sans has left for Hoodievill, can I take your message?
HUMAN WHY DO YOU HAVE A PICTURE OF A NAKED SKELETON? IS THIS SOME KIND OF- IT’S YOUR SKELETON? OH. Oh. He stops and goes quiet for a moment. Then his head practically explodes into orange before he’s shoving it back at you and lecturing you over having such lewd images of yourself just laying around.
SWEATS. Oh boy. Oh man. You didn’t know that shade of red existed until his face turned it. He shakily asks if he can have a copy or five. After, he doesn’t leave his room for a while.
Is lecturing you even harder than UT!Paps. Probably tell you to keep those locked away, if not get rid of them entirely. He will not have such images of his date-mate free for anyone to see! His face is red as his scarf for hours after, but he won’t admit to it.
Actually very calmly tells you not to leave those out where anyone can see them, but his voice is shaking and his whole head is blue. He screams into the nearest pillow/cusion the second you leave.
Very quickly shoves it back into your hands before, very loudly, stuttering out any and all excuses he can to leave the room and leaving as quickly as possible. You’ve never seen him so animated. Or so orange.
He’s the only one not in any way embarrassed. Just yells at you to keep these things out of site from prying eyes. He is not having people try and use them against you, not on his watch.
Papyrus.exe has crashed. You’ve never seen that shade of orange before. He’s been staring at it for like, five minutes now. He can’t even form words. You actually have to pry the x-ray from his hands to get him to come back.