itsladykit:

…Bourbon? I love you. I can’t even fucking respond properly to this. It’s too amazing. Just look—everybody look!

(I just need to clarify, because mobile doesn’t seem to be crediting properly—this is by @cheapbourbon. Go check them out if you somehow found my blog before you found theirs.)

Hey my dude, how about a matchup? I’m 5’2, thicc to the point of chubbiness, and I have short but super thick brown hair and brown eyes. I love puns, music, cooking, baking, writing, singing and playing video games. I’m a clothing thief. I like shirts and jackets that are too big because im super shy about my weight. I’ve got a sharp nose too, so I always smell pretty good. I’m pretty touch starved, so physical affection is big with me, but I’m pretty low maintenance other than that. (1/2)

lucius-sin-dream-bar:

I’d match you with… Swapfell Rus!

Warning: This one has a little Rus angst in it.

Rus loves having a partner shorter than him: part of it is the infinite arsenal of short jokes that he doesn’t tell his brother, and part of it is that if he’s not good for anything else, he’s at least big enough to protect you. He doesn’t understand why someone as soft and beautiful as you would want to sack up next to a literal bag of bones like him, and he’s always afraid that his elbow is jutting into your side or some other uncomfortable thing. You love puns, you say? They’re never gonna stop if you tell Rus. His puns are usually self-deprecating, so boop him on the nasal ridge until he stops doing that. It works, I promise. Want to know a secret? He snorts too, if you get him laughing too hard. Your punning devolves into a war to see who’ll snort first. One of his favorite home activities is just… laying back and watching you go. He’s got an almost oversensitive sens of smell, touch, and hearing, so smelling you bake, hearing you sing, all of it’s heavenly to him.

He also enjoys playing videogames, so when you feel like a lazy day, he’ll marathon whatever you want with you, or even just watch you play single-player. If you’re a clothing thief, Rus will indulge you, until he finds out why you do it, which will make him search for ways to make you feel more confident without hiding your beautiful body. One thing he does is get a jacket similar to his tailored to your size, so you can still wear his jacket without hiding. Seriously. Rus will shower you in comfy lounge clothing, and it will always fit perfectly. He’s explored enough of your body to just know what works and what doesn’t. And he’ll never stop touching you, sometimes for hours, just to show you how amazing that body is. He’ll put your lotion on in the morning, massage you whenever you need it, and find every way he can to make you feel sexy and satisfy your need for touch.

If you want to go somewhere, Rus is up. He’s thankful that someone is moving him around and getting him off the couch; his depression centers around apathy, and in the past it’s gotten to the point where not even Black ordering him to get up would move him. But with you, getting up just feels easier. Effortless, even, if you want to go somewhere that he knows will make you smile. Ferris wheel? Sure. Singing in the rain? His voice is a bit croaky from the cigarettes, but done. (He won’t smoke in the house, and he’ll quit, cold turkey, when asked. They were more an occasional/social thing for him and he remembers how much he HATED his father’s cigar habit). You hate crying in public? Just tap the inside of his palm bones twice (he asks you to give him a signal), and he’ll teleport you somewhere you can grieve in peace.

He knows you take care of others, but not yourself, and he’d fallen into that trap too, until he saw how much he’d gone to waste. So he does little things, since he’s fighting his own demons—- your glasses will always be freshly cleaned in the morning, you never have to buy pads/tampons, there’s always candy in your purse. It helps remind him to take care of himself as well— he stocks his own pockets with food, does his laundry more consistently, remembers to take his pills. Your very presence is helping him recover, giving him energy to support you on your bad days without breaking down. And he always, ALWAYS thanks you for taking care of him, loving him, holding him. Even when the voices that tell him that he doesn’t deserve you go away, he never fails to be appreciative.

@doseiai-kurage Thank you for submitting a matchup! I hope it was to your satisfaction!

Let’s talk characters: Slim

itsladykit:

I have a newfound love and appreciation for this boy, so I’m going to talk about him. I’m not even going to try to make a point about characterization. I’m just going to share some of my thoughts on him, and hope that maybe they resonate with a few of you as well.

It is very, very easy to look at Slim and see nothing more than the broken shadow of the skeleton he should have been. It’s even easier to see him as nothing but his brother’s lackey, a puppet that doesn’t think for himself; he is “the dog” after all.

But there’s more to him than that. He’s loyal to a literal fault, willing to stand by the ones he cares about when he should have left long ago. (He doesn’t value himself. He places others’ happiness and wellbeing above his own. He doesn’t think he deserves to be happy.) Despite that, he’s a survivor. He isn’t careless or reckless; he needs to stay alive for his brother’s sake, if for no other reason. (Who else would keep watch over Razz when he’s gone? Who else would keep his LV from rising? Or watch his back in a fight?)

He’s silent to the point of being selectively mute, but he still comes up with jokes and puns. He just doesn’t say them…unless he has a close friend at his side. Then he’ll lightly elbow them and whisper the punchline. And he loves music. When he’s happy (truly happy), he can hardly keep from singing, and when the crushing pressures of his universe become too much, he buries himself in Napstatton’s music or whatever he’s managed to scrounge from the surface.

He may be cracked, perhaps even broken in truth…but he’s still going, for the sake of the people he cares about, if not for himself. After all, he is a Papyrus, and Papyrus-es never give up.