5 Works by Awkward_Ark
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He had been having dreams of the same cute little drunk human for almost a year now. They were vivid and she was fun to talk to, and he was convinced that his 'dreams' were accidental manifestations of her magic. Magic she didn't even realize she had. But that magic may have just pulled her into a world of danger.
(not sure where I'm going with this but I love mafiafell sans. Lets see how this goes. Constructive criticism welcome. I'm a writing noob.)
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What better way for Ark to get used to her new skeletal body then to live with a bunch of boisterous skeletons? What could go wrong?
(this is basically just going to be where I dump my self shipping trash on the rare occasion that I write some. None of this will have a chronological order. and updates maybe few and far between. I'll probably also use it to work past any writers block I get. So enjoy!)
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Sans' heat had come up and you were more then willing to help. The only problem was that he was feral during heats and in order to help him you would have to spend the entire week trapped in the bunker with him. And as Sans' had told you many times before, you're too determined for you're own good.
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In response to a writing prompt on tumblr by Write-it-motherfuckers. This is the prompt:
For the past 6 weeks, you have woken every morning, to find “gifts” left on your window sill. Sometimes its strings of teeth, some of them animal, and some looking alarmingly human. Sometimes its small carvings, either beads or ornaments, even the occasional comb or instrument. Each and every one is made of bone of some sort, and occasionally decorated or dyed with other natural substances.
This morning, you wake to find a large, elegantly and intricately carved dagger, laid out on your window sill. Again, it’s made of bone, something you have learnt to identify disturbingly quickly as of late. Even the intricately carved sheath is made of bone.
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Everything had been wiped out. The birds, bugs, animals, and most importantly the humans. Or at least that's what he thought.
(This is very old and I may never likely do anything with it but it seemed like it could stand alone so I'm gonna post it anyway.)
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