I Have So Many Thoughts Trapped In My Brain And I Can Never Write Them All. You Guys Don't Even Know

I have so many thoughts trapped in my brain and I can never write them all. You guys don't even know about everything I have planned four my Four AU over on ao3, or the insane amount of things I made that I will likely never post.

I will gladly talk about them should I be asked, but Insane Dreamtale and PID are eating me up inside. My friend wants me to work on a tiny AU I have called Under the Bed and In the Closet. It literally only has sketches and rough storyboards. I have the opposite of writers block, somebody help!!

How does one get rid of the endless flow of ideas? Is it even possible? I yearn for the days where my mind didn't constantly bombard me with new ideas and things. I want to read other people and their silly stories. I have made enough of my own. Give me a break! Just a week? Please? Somebody, tell my brain to go on vacation😭😭😭

I suddenly have the urge to write an in-universe fic by someone who was at the weather station during the attack and just though "yeah, those two are totally dating behind closed doors." And proceeded to tell all of ao3 in the form of the first Weather Station Demon/Pigsy's Noodles Delivery Boy fic, followed by a second one, then a third. They infected three other people online and the numbers only go up from there. The ship gets a following nearly as large as the one we have irl.

Someone claims that the delivery boy is totally in a romantic relationship with the dragon girl and just gets utterly slammed for saying such a thing.

Mei, MK, and Red Son do not talk about this. They all know it's going on, Red Son even reads the him/MK fics sometimes. Mei likes taunting MK with their existence. MK has searched them up once just to make sure they actually exist. All three know the shipping is happening, heck, their parents likely know it's happening. But it never comes up in conversation or during battle banter. They just- don't talk about it.

since I've been making so many citizen memes lately here are the headcanons I came up with for how megapolis/the general public views the plot

pigsy's noodles is the waffle house of megapolis. there are like 2 dozen yin & jin level demons who routinely start shit and pigsy's noodles will stay open through all of them. you only need to be worried about demons when they close early

coincidentally, the pigsy's noodles delivery app will always show the driver heading straight towards danger. there are several conspiracies that the driver is the monkie kid (no one believes them)

the "mayor" actually did assume government office and no one liked him. the editorials in the papers were scathing and he was always in those hideous political cartoons

the jttw fandom discourse was INSANE after the monkie kid appeared. everything is rpf now. everyone on twitter is getting cancelled. new fans who joined because of mk and dbk are getting dragged through the mud. november 5th of megapolis fr

mk has a sizeable following of hardcore fans from edits of shitty news footage. same with dbk. these groups duke it out online daily

mei's streams are legendary for always capturing current events (especially with lbd because you bet the mayor was doing media coverups)

red son is a local cryptid. the delivery kid subreddit has so many theories about why they hang out. weather station demon/pigsy's noodles delivery kid has 6 fics on ao3 for some reason

Bite-Sized: Lost Part 1

Sans was hungry. He had been for some time. Whenever he told Papy, the older fixed up a meal and Sans was starting to feel guilty because Papy never made anything for himself. So the young skeleton tried to focus on something other than his hunger. And that something just so happened to be the pain he felt in his skull. Sans had asked Papy about it, but the older always got really quiet and a bit teary-eyed, so he just stopped asking. The pain could be anywhere from a dull ache to a sharp sting. It was unpleasant and a constant bother.

It didn't take long to find a partial solution to this, of course. Being that Sans lived in Snowdin and the very thing that helped was snow. Or, anything cold really. But he didn't particularly fancy sticking his head into the far too empty fridge. Just as he was about to step outside, the voice of his brother sounded from just upstairs.

"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?" Papyrus asked. Sans sighed and closed the door.

"i wanna go outside,"

"THAT IS ALL WELL AND GOOD, BUT YOU SHOULD BUNDLE UP." Papy strode down the stairs and scooped up his brother who squirmed in his hold. "DO YOU STILL HAVE THAT SCARF?" Oh. The scarf. Sans had it, yes. But he didn't know why. It was longer than he was tall, likely because it was torn off of Papy's scarf. If he thinks about it enough, Sans vaguely remembers being wrapped up in the red cloth, picking at the now torn edges, while his brother was panicking about something. Sans suspects he did something wrong. But nothing ever seems to come to mind.

"yeah, can i get it?" Papyrus gives a wide smile showing his teeth, a few of which have chipped or cracked.

"OH COURSE! YOU GO DO THAT WHILE I GET YOUR SNOW JACKET," The taller chirped happily. He set his wiggly brother down and watched as he ran into his room.

The scarf was easy to find. It was lying next to his pillow as Sans often used it as a blanket more often than a scarf. His bed was very simple, just a mattress really, but Papy got him a bed tent that had all sorts of neat stars on it. Neither of them had seen real stars, but Sans loved pulling his brother underneath and pointing out fun shapes he saw in them. But, scarf acquired, he headed back to Papyrus.

"i got the scarf!" Sans said to- not to his brother, Papy was in his own room, grabbing what appeared to be a small pair of pink snow boots. Oh no. Sans didn't like those boots at all, they made his feet hurt, he liked to wander in just his slippers if he could.

"GOOD JOB SANS! NOW, COME OVER HERE AND I'LL GET YOU AS SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG,"

"without the boots?" Papyrus shot his brother a look. "okayyy" Sans said, mumbling his complaints as he shuffled over to his brother. Papyrus made quick work of helping his brother slip into his blue puffy jacket and swiftly tying the scarf into a fashionably, yet snug, bow to keep the long tails from dragging. Then, the little skeleton was helped onto the racecar bed, sitting with his socked feet dangling over the edge. A faint embarrassed blush crawled up his cheeks. Even though he was six, Sans could never quite remember how to tie his shoes, so Papy always helped him. Sans tried to focus on what his brother was doing, making a loop with one lace and doing something with the other but...

"THERE WE GO! NOW YOU'RE READY TO GO OUT AND EXPLORE! DON'T GO TOO FAR, AND MAKE SURE TO BE BACK BY DINNER,"

"okay!" Sans agreed. Papyrus smiled and gave his brother a small pat on the head. He got a weird look on his face when he did so, but Sans ignored it and racing into the eternal winter that was his home. His boots left small footprints in the snow, a trail for Papy to find him should he fall asleep in the snow too long.

It was a short walk to Sans' favorite spot in all the Underground. This place was close-ish to home, but Papy disagreed. It was also a ways away from this giant door that Sans had no way of opening. Trees surrounded it and shielded the spot from anyone who didn't know where to look. There was a hollowed out stump covered with a tarp that held some joke books and coloring supplies. But that wasn't what Sans was here for, not this time. As soon as the skeleton arrived to his spot, he promptly fell backwards into the snow and let the cold numb his skull just a bit. A small hum of happiness escaped the little one. It was a welcome relief to the aching he had been feeling. A little nap in the cold comfort of the snow wouldn't hurt. . . And that was Sans's last coherent thought before he fell asleep.

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"Alrighty! Let's see here!" Sans groaned, burying his skull deeper into the snow. "Yep! This does seem like Horror..." Whatever the voice was saying, the sleepy skeleton did not hear the rest of it as he pushed the snow over his skull in an attempt to sleep just a bit longer. "Mhmm. A weird variation if you ask me. It's been a while since I've seen an older brother Papyrus,"  A bleary eyelight flickered to life and glared at the snow. This was supposed to be his quiet spot. Not for loud, noisy strangers to talk to themselves. Having enough of this blatant disrespect, tiny arms pushed the small body out of the snow. And then he saw it.

This intruder was someone he had never seen before. And with the Underground as small and closed off as it is, that was definitely something. And, this stranger was a skeleton. Papy said there wasn't any other skeletons left but here someone was. Their eyelights were two different colors and shapes, though the color and shape of each changed just about every time they blinked. A black mark stained their cheek, it looked like paint, or even ink. Their outfit showcased almost no color other than browns, but a sash held colorful vials of what the small skeleton was certain were paint. An absolutely enormous brush was attached to their sash on the back, and the skeleton startled when stranger removed it and held it in their hands.

"Welp, time to go, Dream's probably waiting for me to get back," The skeleton said to no one in particular, as he had yet to notice the child watching him with one red eyelight. The brush swiped across the ground leaving a wide black streak in the snow. The stranger jumped in and disappeared.

Unbeknownst to him, the tiny, toddling six-year-old decided it would be fun to fall in too.

I very much understand what you're saying, but does anyone remember the skeleton key? And how MK kinda, unlocked himself? Personal theory of mine, but that key totally unlocked the seal. I feel like, while it would have only been there for a short time, it makes sense.

If MK believes it's still there and limiting his powers to control them better, why would he worry? Like a placebo of sorts. The seal is keeping him in his own comfort zone, so it's not like he can just have too much power. It's the Monkey King's doing, some silly little key isn't going to do anything, right? And MK just continues hero-ing, none the wiser. And that's also probably how he's survived everything he's been through thus far. It also explains why the seal is never brought up again, because it's broken seven episodes in.

I mean, he's burned by the Samadhi Fire twice and survives nearly completely unscathed. That's pretty invincible if you ask me.

Crack theory:

So, between 1x01 where Wukong puts a seal on MK to limit his powers, and 1x09 where Wukong says "Look kid, using that much power—your body can't handle it." I'm wondering if the seal (which lowkey I'm kinda waiting to be brought up again) ALSO sealed away MK's Moneky form, and I'm wondering if MK broke it in 4x07 Pitiful Creatures.

Soulmate

"Do you believe in soulmates?" It wasn't a question Kelp was asked anymore. When he was younger, he heard stories of people finding their person, their soulmate. Stories of love and happily ever after. He might have believed in them then. When he was a child looking at the adults around him. Growing up though, he found that sometimes those stories ended in tears and broken hearts. He stopped believing in soulmates and a true happily ever after. And no, Kelp wasn't being pessimistic, just realistic. Things like that are just made to make the world seem like a better place to innocent minds. And, there is always the occasional story of everything going well, giving hope to other people.

But Kelp never fell in love. He wasn't given a real reason to believe or not. His calling wasn't to anyone around him, but the ocean and all her creatures. A fisherman he might be, but he had respect for the waters that provided him everything, his income, his food, his way of life. So he protected her as she did for him. Kelp took it upon himself to try and right the wrongs done by others who dwelled on the land. Everything from picking up litter to freeing marine life trapped in trash from the land. He saw just how awful it got. The wounds of seals trapped by fishing nets, he hated having to carefully tug the tangled strands from around the poor thing's neck, doing his best not to cause any further damage.

Oh how Kelp hated nets. So, when he saw a large creature trapped in one, he rushed to help. He met face to face with a growling shark mer who tried to get himself away, thrashing around and only hurting himself more. It pained Kelp to see him in such a state, could a mer even understand him?

"I'm going to help you," He said softly, setting his clippers down in the sand so that giant red eyelight could examine them. "I'm just going to cut to out, okay?" The mer stopped moving around so much and fell still. Kelp took this as a sign that he could probably start working. It was long and tedious, trying to free the shark mer. The net dug into his fins at places and it was tangled so much that his hands hurt from all the clipping. It seemed like it took hours, and it probably did. But eventually, Kelp got the mer free. He gave a small chrrp and pressed his head into Kelp's hand in a show of gratitude. "Need help getting back to the water?" The mer looked at the tide, which had lowered since Kelp had found him, and nodded. "Alright big guy, lets get you back," With a bit of effort, Kelp got the mer back to the water where he only looked back once before swimming away.

In the days following, Kelp noticed that his luck was looking up. He would catch far more fish than normal, hadn't lost any of his equipment overboard or off the dock, and the weather had been clear ever since, even though there was a high chance of storms for that week. He didn't think much of it, just that he had a lucky streak. So, with that in mind, he went to the dock to just relax. He had caught more than enough to keep him sustained for weeks to come, so he didn't have to be out on the water as much. Kelp could finally take a moment to himself.

The landwalker removed his shoes and dipped his feet into the water. It was cool and refreshing, something he- There was a loud splash and right in front of Kelp was the shark mer he had rescued not that long ago. With a bloody fish in his mouth.

"Umm, hi again?" Kelp had backed up considerably, staring at the mer. The fish was gently placed on the dock in front of him.

"Thank you," The mer said almost bashfully. He nudged the fish closer, single eyelight looking at Kelp for a reaction.

"Y-your welcome?" He took the fish. A purr came from the mer who promptly flopped onto Kelp's lap. There was a moment where the fisherman was thinking through all his life choices and wondering how on earth they got him here, but... Hearing the satisfied rumble from the shark... Kelp placed a hand on his head, mindful of the gaping wound, and just, pet the mer. They sat like that for quite a while before the mer bid him farewell and sunk back into the sea.

And the visits just kept happening. Kelp did learn the mer's name, Horror, and the mer his. They met and sometimes talked. Most of the time they sat in silence, looking out at the horizon.

And, for the first time in a long time, Kelp wondered again; are soulmates real? Because if they are, he had certainly found his.

"It's a gamble, this game. You lose, well thats up to the winner. You win? Thats up to you. But, you felt a hand on your shoulder. 'found you.' They whispered. "

Could you do this prompt with Horror Sans?

Absolutely my friend! Here you go!

All Horror could hear were his own sharp, labored breaths. How did he even get into this mess? Today was supposed to be normal, his one normal day. A break, dare he say. But no. Today was everything but.

Today he was somewhere, he couldn't tell you where. It was dark and cold, not unlike the Underground he once lived in. And Horror had been running. He had stopped once or twice, but those were close calls he would like to not repeat.

Should his pursuer catch up with him, well, Horror knew exactly the future that awaited him. So he forced his legs to keep moving. Despite the disadvantage of not knowing the terrain, he had done good so far. Not good enough, but at least he hadn't been caught.

The ill-fated skeleton had managed to get himself to Waterfall. That was good. Water had no memory, unlike the snow that marked a clear outline of just where Horror was running. But he should be safe for now. The land before him wasn't entirely unfamiliar, faint whispers of memories reminded him of the bench he visited rather frequently and once found a quiche under. The bench wasn't easy to get to... Horror inspected the bridge flower buds that sat nearby. He could probably use them to get to a hiding spot...

The hole-headed skeleton scooped up the four buds and rather than heading to the bench, turned in the exact opposite direction, the one that would take him deeper into Waterfall. There was a waterfall, pun fully intended, covering the back wall of the cavern. It would be the perfect place to hide behind. The buds were dropped into the water, making their little bridge. And Horror crossed. He tugged his hoodie over his skull, hoping to protect his injury from the downpour of water but it didn't do nearly enough. The trip under the very cold river mixed with the brutal slamming of said river into his skull left him feeling dizzy. But at least he was safe.

The only thing he could hear was the rushing water and his soft breath of relief. He could do this. All he had to do was outlast his hunter. And nobody would think to look back here, not even-

Horror fell completely still as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He didn't turn, didn't say anything, he just stood, frozen.

"Found you" A voice whispered. "I do hope you remember the rules," Horror's marrow ran cold. He did. He wished he didn't. The cornered skeleton forced himself to speak.

"W-what do you want?" He managed to get out.

"Two months of my chores, all on you." Horror bit back a growl. He turned around and met face-to-face with the cocky, smug bastard himself.

"Not fair,"

"Ah ah ah my feisty friend, you know what you agreed to~" The skeleton before Horror had no eyelights, but if he did, they would be twinkling with joy and mischief.

"You can't just shirk your chores onto me every time you leave them piling up!" Horror spat. Killer held a hand over his chest and gave an offended gasp.

"Why I never! How could you accuse me of such a thing,"

"He's not wrong," Cross said after he teleported himself into the tiny space behind the waterfall. "If you two are done though, I would like to get heading back. Boss isn't going to be happy that we snuck out to do this of all things,"

"Cross, you can't let him do this!" Horror whined out. The guard leveled him with a look.

"I'm not the one who agreed to this. Dust warned you about this very thing. It doesn't matter how close your Undergrounds looked, you are quite literally playing on his field." Cross opened a portal right back to the palace they snuck out of nearly an hour before. "C'mon, we have to-"

"And where, exactly, have you all been?"