part-3

THEY SAY HE SHATTERED

(Hopefully this uploads properly. please see below for important announcement)

Sorry about the mess! My comp broke so i cant properly scan or link bc mobile sucks. There are tags for each part on my blog tho. Sorry! Eventually these pages WILL be properly uploaded but idk how long that’ll be. I can fix the links when i can get to the library, but fixing the uploads could take time.

Im also gonna transcribe the pages because i have cannot hand-letter very well.

Frisk (thinking): What?

Sans: heh, sorry. got carried away. but really, in two years you never wondered what i did before i was a sentry? never questioned my weird physics books?

Frisk: You mean it’s NOT light reading before bed?

Sans: pretty sure i said sarcasm wasnt funny. anyway. i used to DO stuff with that.

This may take a while

So I’ve just been going through some shit recently along with schoolwork and other responsibilities, so progress has been stunted. But I figure I can still drop some easter eggs while I work on this to keep y’all interested.

So here’s a list of the names for each part. Not all these show up in the YouTube titles so I figure I’d post them here:

Trailer/Prologue

Part 1: The Soul Fragments

Part 2: Blooky.

Part 3: To The Lab!

Part 4: Going to Grillby’s

Part 5: Captain of the Guard

Part 6: Asriel’s Awakening

Part 7: Finale(?)

Part 8: Epilogue

And then of course the epilogue will roll into the sequel (title is currently TBD) which will be a comic dub/animation series with less options than Asriel’s Awakening but will still give you choices.

Anyways, do with this info what you will, and I apologize again for the huge delay. College (and life) sucks.

Crimson and Ivory short story part 3

(I actually felt like writing something tonight. Must be because it’s stormy. Anyway, this one is really short. Send some asks if you get curious. No pics to go with the story though.)

Crimson licks the blood off of his hand as he watched Ivory. Tears streamed down her face as she stared down at the droplet of blood on the ground. Crimson’s blood.

“W-why….I didn’t realize…H-he did that to you?! ” Ivory mumbled softly under her breath. She seemed to be terrorized by the memories Crimson had unlocked for her, as well as the memories of his past he had willing shared with her. Tears streamed down her face and she covered her mouth as a soft sob escaped her mouth. “H-how could you just live like that? Why would you even risk becoming that? That….every day, for the rest of your existence?”

Crimson sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Why did you choose to take her place?” He asked nonchalantly. Ivory glanced up at him in surprise. Crimson met her gaze. “Why didn’t you just let Ebony suffer instead of you?”

Ivory’s expression shifted quickly into an angry expression. “I would never let anyone touch her! She was so young, she didn’t deserve to go through something like that!”

“Neither did you.” Crimson snapped. Ivory blinked in surprise. Crimson knelt down next to her, reaching out and wiping the blood from her mouth. Yet again, his blood.

“No one deserves to be sold as a slave.” He said softly, licking the blood off his hand. “Especially someone with as much determination like yourself.”

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lance! you’re too! close! [part 3]

sorry i post in the middle of the night im a moon gremlin who lives in a late time zone and sleeps all day

if you can’t read my handwriting, here is lance’s monologue

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little happy things
  • sitting beside someone and feeling at home
  • taking a perfect photo after trying to for ages
  • daydreaming about your favourite places and people
  • sore muscles after going on adventures
  • when the food arrives at a restaurant
  • cute things people say that make you feel ok again
  • a movie that makes you tear up a lot
  • listening to a song for the first time, and knowing that it will become really special to you
  • when the temperature of the tea is just right
  • talking to someone who understands how you feel
  • nice-smelling lotions and soaps
  • looking back and realising how much you’ve improved
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lisa lisa is not great with children

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Faking It - part 3

 Paring: Bucky Barnes x reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, reader

After getting news about a family reunion coming up, the reader decides to set up a plan to make her look like she isn’t as single as she actually is. But when all her candidates can’t go, she’s left with the only person who she least expects to go along with the plan.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I was actually going to make this part longer but decided to just end it all with a little fluff. I’m also really surprised at how much attention this imagine is getting, I honestly didn’t expect that. But I’m glad you all like it!If you want to be tagged, just tell me and I will gladly do so. I also never proofread my shit so bear with me, I’ll proofread tomorrow and fix the mistakes tomorrow as well. 

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“Fuck, fuck fuck,” You repeated when you realized that the pancake was burning. “Shit!” You cursed and searched for a fan to get the smoke and smell out of the kitchen.

Through violent coughs, you found a control system in the kitchen. It had various buttons but the one you pressed was labeled “Ventilation.” The smoke got sucked up through a vent above the stove. Once it was all clear, you were left with a burnt pancake. A sigh escaped your lips as you tossed the burnt pastry into the garbage.

By the time Bucky walked into the kitchen, you had whipped up five pancakes, bacon, egg and a fruit salad. You yourself had a full belly and all you needed to do was change out of your pajamas.

“Morning, doll,” He greeted.

You didn’t acknowledge the pet name he had given you. Instead, you returned the greeting. “Hey, Buck. How’d you sleep?”

“Turns out, a designer couch isn’t the best thing to sleep on,” He ran his fingers through his loose brown locks before sitting on the island. “You made breakfast?”

You nodded and set the plate and bowl in front of him, “I hope you like strawberries.”

He smiled, “Thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem, least I could do after you agreed to tag along, lend me your shirt and sleep on the couch.” You began cleaning up the kitchen.

“This is amazing,” Bucky said referring to the pancakes.

You smiled, “I should get dressed. Busy day and we need to take some sort of food to the barbecue.”

“Pizza!” He called.

“Uncle Matt is already bringing that,” You shouted back. “Think of something more original!”


You arrived at the beach with a bucket of fried chicken. Bucky smiled in triumph as he held a bag of gummy worms and was happily chewing away. He raised a gummy to your face and tapped the candy worm on your closed lips.

“Open your mouth, goddamnit Y/N,” He muttered.

You laughed and he threw the candy in your mouth. You nearly choked, but successfully chewed on the worm. “Watch my Aunts are gonna give me shit for not cooking anything.”

Bucky carried the bucket of chicken with his flesh arm and wrapped his metal one around your waist before pulling you close.  You mirrored the affection and rested your head on his bicep.

“You’re so good at this,” You whispered.

“Of course I am,” He planted a kiss on your forehead and you felt almost sad that his lips didn’t press against yours. Don’t get attached Y/N, you told yourself.

The volleyball net was already set up. A few of your cousins were in the middle of a game. Sports had always been your family’s thing. Your grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, parents and siblings were all .masters at one or two sport. It was no shock that you the first person to absolutely despise sports. Mainly because the last time you played a game with your family, you ended up with a black eye and various bruises. No doubt with your years of training you were able to kick ass, but you were still a bit weary.

“You’re just in time for the game,” Your sister Erika smiled.

Bucky joined your Mother near the table where all the food was. He set down the bucket and your Mom started up a conversation.

You let our a humorless laugh, “It’s a no for me.”

“C'mon Y/N!” Your brother Jay persuaded.

“I said no,” You shot back.

He raised his hands in surrender and shook his head, “Still have a stick up your ass, I can see.”

It took every ounce of strength you had to refrain from putting Jay in a tight headlock and force him to take his comment back. Instead, you glared at him, “Fuck you.”

You stomped away and approached your mother, who was laughing with Bucky. She saw you and smiled, “Y/N, dear.” She noticed your murderous glare that was now softening. Your mother sighed. “Don’t let them get to you, sweetie.” She kissed your cheek and glided away to one of your cousins who had a baby at hand.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asked, concern written all over his features.

“My siblings,” You mumbled.

He pulled you into his embrace and you found comfort within his arms. You weren’t sure if it was because you have a lack of affection, but your found yourself blushing each time his fingers made contact with your skin.

“Well if it isn’t Little Miss Butt-shine.”

You gritted your teeth and turned to face your Aunt Betty who didn’t seem fond of the scene that was before her eyes.

“Ease up on the PDA, this is a beach, not a brothel.” She pushed past you and Bucky before grabbing herself an empty plate.

“We’re hugging,” You snapped at her. “But I don’t expect you to know anything about PDA, considering the fact that you haven’t had a man in over 15 years.”

Aunt Betty stopped serving herself food. You knew you had her by the throat. She glared at you and Bucky stifled a laugh. “Watch it, Y/N.”

You raised an eyebrow and stood up straight to indicate that you weren’t afraid. Not anymore.

The glaring contest would’ve continued if Bucky didn’t decide to intervene. He stepped between the two of you and nearly carried you away. You huffed in anger as he sat you down on a chair. He chuckled at your state.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” He said.

“That woman knows how to piss me off,” you mumbled under your breath and continued to glare at Aunt Betty who was now laughing away with one of your Uncles.

“Hey,” Bucky grabbed your chin and made you look him in the eye. “Listen to me.” There wasn’t any harshness that lingered in his voice, but you knew that you had to listen to what he was about to say. “Don’t let them get to you. At the end of the day, they’re not the ones that get to say that they’re an Avenger. You have that privilege.”

He was right. Of course, he was right. You thought that you’d be the one to comfort Bucky throughout the week, turns out it’d be the other way around.

“Now let’s eat, cause I’m hungry again and that Chicken Alfredo looks really good.” He stood up.

You smiled, “Aunt Hazel makes the best food.”


“Will they notice?” Bucky asked.

“Unlikely,” You replied and started backing away from the crowd.

A bonfire blazed in the middle. A few members of your family sat around it. Others were playing an intense game of volleyball. All the attention was glued to the game. The sun was long gone. The moon now replaced it. Stars sprinkled the velvet sky but were hardly visible near the light of the orange flame.

You broke into a jog. Bucky ran beside you. Occasionally, you looked behind you to see how far you were. When the bonfire was nothing but a mere orange speck, you came to a halt. Without warning, you collapsed on the sand and dug your fingers into the earth. Bucky knelt next to you and softly rubbed your back. For a sweet moment, you were indulged in silence. The only sound was the waves serenading you with its soothing music.

You sat up and Bucky pulled you to his side. Your head lolled to the side until it rested against his broad shoulder. Bucky took your hand and you sat there, with your fingers intertwined with his and your eyes shut. Dread settled onto your shoulders. You wanted to leave. To go back home. To the Avengers facility. With Steve, Sam, Wanda, and the others. To those endless nights of you, Sam and Wanda watching Disney movies. Always crying when Mufasa died in The Lion King. Those mornings in which you trained hard with Natasha, learning new techniques. Painting with Steve, browning frustrated when you couldn’t blend the colors correctly. At least they respected you.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” Bucky asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to carry out words. He stood and helped you up. As soon as you put weight on your legs, your knees buckled and Bucky was quick to catch you. You felt so weak, so small. Bucky carried you away from the shore.


Your spirits were lifted once you reached the house. Being away from your family made your soul mellow again. You returned to your usual smiley self. Bucky noticed this, he too smiled at your state.

It was only 11 PM, but you were exhausted. Although you resisted, Bucky helped you into the house.  You didn’t bother going towards the lounge and closing all the curtains. At the point you didn’t care, no one would look into them anyways. You changed out of your clothes and into the Pink Floyd shirt. When you walked into the bathroom, Bucky was standing over the sink. His bare back was facing you. A pair of sweats hung low on his hips and you sucked in a breath.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. He gave you a sly smile as you approached him and reached for your toothbrush. Not a single word was exchanged between the two of you as you got ready for bed. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was one of relaxation.

“Goodnight doll,” Bucky said.

“Night Bucky,” You smiled and watched as he left the bathroom.

You sighed and remained in the bathroom for a few seconds. You gripped the sides of the sink and took in a deep breath before entering the bedroom. The lights turned off behind you as you climbed into bed. You tugged the sheets up to your chin and shivered, though it wasn’t cold. The bed felt too big for you. It felt like you were in a sea of loneliness.

“Bucky?” You said aloud. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah,” He replied from the other side of the wall.

“Can you,” You paused. “Can you come sleep in here? Please.”

Silence followed. Seconds passed and dread began settling onto you once again. The sound of footsteps made you perk up. You lifted your head and with the moonlight, you were able to spot Bucky. He was walking towards you. A shirt now covered his torso. You scooted to one side and let Bucky climb into bed, under the sheets with you.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No,” You said. “I just didn’t want to be alone.”

You weren’t surprised when Bucky pulled you close to him. Without hesitation, you snuggled up next to him and relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat. He rubbed circles on his shoulder using his thumb.

“You’ll never be alone doll. Not when I’m here,” He said.  Bucky held you until you fell asleep.

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