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Which of they boys would have scary dog privilege's?? (Totally not asking because euhhh people are scaryy T-T)

☀️ Anon

I love this question! I love all your ideas, and since life just keeps bombing me I just get distracted. I hope you like these little headcanons!

They all have a side to them that's scary in general, especially when they are feeling protective. However, only a few of them are initially scary to begin with!!

Red: He, by his world's standards, isn't the scariest. He doesn't even try to be scary on the surface either, since he's too lazy. However, he noticed that to humans, he seems scary. He sometimes does this to mess with humans, even you at times. (Though, it's always lighthearted and teasing.) When in public, he is casual with you, but he's aware that people will leave you alone more likely if you're with him. He tends to linger closer when he sees you're nervous, brushing it off with a tease. He won't push you too much, though, and he'll let you grab onto his hoodie when nervous. He might forget that he's scary at times though, which can lead to funny things happening

Pitch: He was scary in the underground, and he's scary on the surface. He knows he's scary, and this either greatly benefits him or greatly inconveniences him. When he's with you, he's always on high alert, and you'll be able to tell. He, with your permission of course, will tend to keep a hand on your shoulder if he can help it or ask that you stand close. He might make you feel embarrassed if someone bothers you and he demands that they apologize, but overall he has your back.

Carmine: With a slightly more intense energy, he's hyper aware of his scary dog privileges. He demands authority when walking into a room, and he is aware of the eyes that may linger on him. He may be more gentle and attentive with you, but that wouldn't show in public. He rarely would show PDA, or get distracted when you're around. Any time with him that wouldn't involve being high alert would only be on rare occasions like date night, but he's very aware of everything around him and he's okay with being that way for you

Rus: Much quieter and more relaxed, his scary dog privileges never fully turn off. He's naturally scary due to his height and appearance, even if he wasn't too intense for his underground's standard. He's quieter than Red, too, so that just adds on. He likes to stare at others and likes to drape himself around you, whether in public or not. He may not be the worst, but he's one of them

Razz: loud, demanding, and scary, he's like Carmine in a different way. Carmine is quiet in his intimidation, but Razz revels and preens in being more scary. He grows more humble, of course, but... Well, the moment he's aware he scared someone off for you, you won't see him stop smiling. He likes messing with others, to make them uncomfortable while smiling, even if you tell him not to. He can't help it!

Cash: He knows he looks intimidating, and he's aware that he's judged. Like Rus, he also is very clingy in different ways. He's louder, more sarcastic, and he likes to scare people to amuse himself. When he knows he's also conveniently protecting you, he never lets you out of his sight and he's quieter about his protectiveness. He won't outright tell you what he's doing, or cause a scene, but you can trust that he will deal with whoever bothers you.

Wine: Just naturally intimidating compared to the others, he's even more authoritative compared to anyone else. He preens in his intimidation, but he's humble about it and he can be polite. His scary dog privileges are quieter, but stronger under that thin veil of nice behavior. He won't ever let you see him act that way, though, because he's a gentleman and you don't need to worry your little head about things. He'll deal with whoever bothers you, don't worry!

Saint: He doesn't like being scary. He knows he is, though. It protected him underground, and he feels that lingering insecurity when he DOES get stares. However, he never voices them. He may get more irritable, though. He lingers around you, always on alert. He tries to make sure you can tell he's comfortable with laughing and joking, but he's sarcastic and rude with anyone that's annoying or bothering you. He's not above verbal threats, and he's open to fighting easily. To say the least, if you're afraid to go somewhere, he's wonderful to have since he's quieter and one of the most scary.

Lunar: he's tall, scary, and yet he doesn't like it. He really wishes that he didn't look so...like him. Nonetheless, even if he's polite and kind, he's aware that he's intimidating. He avoids trying to make himself look scary, which makes you and him feel a little braver when you encourage each other to feel less insecure. However, there would be occasions he doesn't let you see his expression when he's...protective. He won't vocalize it, but his aura and appearance alone is enough to ward people away

Dust: He doesn't have to try, and he doesn't bother to try. He's scary, he knows that. Monsters and Humans alike find him scary as hell, if not unnerving. He doesn't say anything, of course, unless you talk to him first. If confronted by someone, he just has to put minimal effort into scaring them off with his face under his hoodie or just with a few words. He'll let you cling onto him without commentary, and he's great if you want someone to ramble to. He'll make sure you're safe, no matter what

what are the boys like to sleep with? Like, you mentioned Dust has to hug things or reader to be able to fall asleep, now I’m curious about the others,,, But for some reason I can most definitely see Saint be an insanely light sleeper(don’t blame him for all that bs he and Lunar went through). Like, someone’s walking round the house? He is immediately awake. Reader goes to get a glass of water or sm? He wakes up cause of the change of weight in the bed.

also I feel like at least one of the boys kick in their sleep…and red prolly takes up the entire bed idk he just seems like that kinda guy lololololololololol

Hello, hi! I'm trying to slowly crawl back into writing again, and since I remembered that it was Swap Sans' birthday yesterday, it inspired me to work on this! I hope you like it!!

Dust: As stated previously, he needs to hold onto something in order to peacefully sleep. When he fully can trust his surroundings, he's quite the heavy sleeper and loves to cling onto whatever he has a hold of. He likes to be warm, and he may purr a little

Vanilla: He can sleep wherever and however, since he is capable of doing so for comedic reasons. If he had a partner, his sleep schedule is so skewed it would be probable that he would fall asleep first any chance he could get. He likes to sort of- curl up, in some sense? He, like Dust, clings onto something but in a less desperate and clingy way. He likes to drape himself around something, if that makes sense? He prefers to cuddle in his sleep, and he drools a little when really comfortable. He likes to be the little spoon, but he is capable of switching it up at times since he just wants to be comfortable no matter what. He purrs loudly, as much as he may act like he never has

Cyperus: He sleeps very soundly and he rarely moves in his sleep. He snores a little, and only seems to purr when you both fall asleep at the same time. He would be great to sleep on as the big spoon, mainly because he's mastered the skill of doing so when he got bigger. (Vanilla and him used to cuddle a lot, it was always super nice bonding :-)) ) He's very punctual about sleeping at an appropriate time and about waking up early. If you're the type to sleep in, he's able to disentangle you from him with ease without waking you up, despite being as loud of a skeleton as he is. He likes to stroke your hair before he leaves, like a little pet as he makes sure you're cozy

Powder: He is similar to Cyperus in a lot of ways, but he is a bit of a lighter sleeper than him. He likes to cuddle no matter if he is the big or little spoon, but he likes the feeling of either. He stirs a bit in his sleep, but that usually just ends up with him finding a way to have you sleeping on his chest. He likes to have a slightly cold body temp when sleeping, so you don't have to worry about him stealing the blanket. He may sometimes wear specific clothes too when you cuddle together so that he doesn't wake up feeling sweaty. He rarely does this, but he may sometimes drool if he's had a long day and you're the perfect thing to sleep on, and he'll purr in appreciation while thanking you

Stretch: He LOVES cuddling, but he's much more shy about it than most. He likes the feeling of being relied on, so when you end up cuddling him he feels really special and happy. He makes sure not to move too much despite his more fidgety nature, usually having a fidget toy on hand if you fall asleep first. He likes being able to place his head on you sometimes though, and he gets really flustered when he does. He struggles going to sleep in general, but you're like a giant plushie for him. He smells really nice, so he naturally is aware that you'll probably feel more drowsy when around him. He doesn't mind if you fall asleep while he rambles, he can look at you when your features are relaxed without fear of looking weird. He purrs when he can cuddle, as much as he's embarrassed about it

Red: He does, in fact, move around a lot. He gets really hot, naturally, but his body temperature isn't used to being naturally cold unless he's asleep. So, while in the process of trying to stay warm and comfortable, he moves around a LOT. He steals the blanket often, snores, and he struggles staying asleep. When you come around, he gets really embarrassed and avoids trying to move around a lot. When he found out, though, that your chest is really soft AND warm? He clung onto you easily. He latches onto you, and he always finds a way to bury his face against you, even when drooling. (Ew/t) He purrs lowly and quietly, but he always denies doing so (he's embarrassed)

Pitch: He's the most similar to Cyperus when it comes to both of their sleeping habits. However, he wakes up in the middle of the night due to nightmares. He may wake up with a start, jolting awake when you least expect it. He doesn't sit up and panic like others may interpret, but you definitely feel when he wakes up. He holds really still, and you can feel how his bones may tremble, if not just a bit. He tries so hard not to wake you up, but if you do, he apologizes in a very formal, soft tone that is very different from his usual voice. He's not very cuddly, but under the blankets, away from prying eyes, his hands find yours for solace. He may just need you to let him stare at you for a bit, may need you to rub your thumb along his skeletal hands. Only then can he go back to sleep, his purring barely audible

Saint: You are very correct when it comes to how he sleeps. He struggles a lot with sleeping in general, and he's a light sleeper due to his paranoia. He senses when you're out of bed, or if something is wrong, due to his ability to read into the finer details. He likes to at least make sure you're close to him when sharing the bed. It had to take a lot to begin with to even be in the same bed, so your relationship would be very strong by then. This is when he's the most clingy, especially since he knows that you trust him enough to even sleep beside him. He's hyper vigilant, and it would be rare to be the one to see him asleep. He drools a little (picked up the pattern yet? Hehehe) and he looks the most relaxed at that state. He likes to stroke your hair when you are asleep, and he likes to stare at you. When he does get to sleep and he can trust his environment, he snores a little. He may struggle staying asleep, but when he's deeply able to sleep, he really loves to curl up with you in his arms. He likes being the either spoon, but he feels the most protective when he's the big spoon and he purrs while pressing his cheek against you

Lunar: Hyper vigilant, holding a lot of hyper tension. Lunar and Saint would take turns sleeping when they were in the underground, never both at the same time. When he's awake, he makes sure you're tucked in. He's very good at soothing, especially since he'd soothe Saint a lot when he struggled to sleep. He likes to rub your back, and he'll speak gently random things until you fall asleep. If he can manage to sleep though at the same time you do (he'd have to absolutely trust his environment completely), he barely stirs. He will sense if you're absent, but otherwise he just seems completely comfortable and relaxed. He places you close to his chest, and he'll have the most quiet of purrs. He would have thought he lost the ability to if it weren't for you

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DEDICATED TO MY ☀️ ANON

I saw all your asks in my inbox, and I just have to say I love your ideas and I apologize that I haven't been able to make any posts as of recently. I love them and I hope to make posts again soon! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Valentine's Day

What I think the skeletons would do to celebrate the holiday! It's a bit late but do I care? Nope!! Very self indulgent for me specifically 🫡

Vanilla: He's the type of skeleton I think who would pretend that he doesn't remember what holiday it is. If you asked him about it, he'd scratch his skull and ask "I wonder what's up with today?" And then dismiss it. He'd chalk everything up in order to further confuse you, all the way until he can get you alone. He's not a skeleton of much effort, but he would wait till it was night time to reveal what he made. Let's say you got him something. If you did, he'd blush and thank you, of course. He would just pretend to be confused up until it's night time. He'd take you to Grillbys and that's when he would show what he did. He asked Grillby to make a Valentine themed meal, and he'd present you with a small figurine. It would be a cute little charm, something that you can carry around in your pocket! He just wants to see you smile the moment you realize that he was messing with you all day, and he'd be grinning like a cheshire when the two of you can enjoy the cozy night

Cyperus: Oh boy he's been looking FORWARD to this day! Ever since he learned about it, he planned for the perfect day. He's the type to wake you up with a delicious breakfast of pancakes or waffles topped with whatever fruit you prefer and whipped cream. Then, he'll take you out on a day trip of him presenting you with all sorts of gifts! If you happen to surprise him with gifts of your own, he gets all flustered but tries to play it off to appear cool. He's flattered, of course, but it would also probably end up with him claiming that he needs to up his game and then that'll lead to a spiral of the both of you playfully being competitive. I can imagine the day ending with a kiss on the cheek, and he'll just sort of look cartoonishly go "WAOH!!!" before getting all giddy. He's so cute ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Red: He's worse than Vanilla, trust. He's going to avoid witnessing any hint, play dumb, and overall frustrate you to the point you would probably throw the stuffed animal you had for him. However, laughing, he'd just reveal that he also had a plushie that was just coincidentally matching. He has a big ol' box of chocolates for you and he's trying to coax you to forgive him with promises of taking you out to eat with no expenses worth worrying about. He's more of a stay at home guy, y'know? But he'll try to make it up for you

Pitch: If Cyperus was excited, you can say that Pitch is twice as much. He's the type to go with a theme, decorating your bedroom while you're out and about with roses upon roses decorating the place. He would prepare a home cooked table of delicious dinner and desserts galore, wearing his most beautiful red outfit. He's not going to say sappy things to you since his actions speak louder, but he would say that he wishes you a Happy Valentine's Day as he offers you things like your favorite perfume/cologne, a mug, and the like. If you got him something like a red scarf or purse of some kind, you can bet that he'll wear it and treat it well <3

Powder: He never really heard about Valentine's Day, up until knowing you, but just as expected, he's sappy about it. He would mark a date with something exciting like a theme park that's happening nearby, preparing a day where you two can run around and win games before exchanging kisses on the Ferris wheel. He would prepare a whole set that he hid for you until later in the day, a bouquet of flowers, a small plushie, and candy of your preferred taste. He would just be all over you, hugging you and holding your hand whenever you two can

Stretch: He's so sappy it's almost ridiculous. He made sure to buy TWO bouquets for you. He would have gotten you both matching animal pajamas and bought treats from Muffet to prepare a cozy Valentine's Day. He would buy you things a little less traditional, like things that are more specific to your interests. He also was able to make a little something special for you, but he'd wait until later that night. He would have it tucked within the snacks, waiting for you to find it, up until you found the little box. Inside is a handcrafted phone charm with your engravings, adorable beads to match your phone and a little honeybee at the end. He wanted to make you something, and he'll be stuttering trying to explain that he hopes you like it. I think the best chance you'd have is giving that skeleton a kiss on the cheek or something as simple as a hug to shut him up

Saint: What the hell is Valentine's Day???? It's been so long, he totally forgot what it was. Even with reminders, he actually had to be reminded the day of Valentine's Day from his brother. He wouldn't tell you that he forgot what day it was, but you would be able to tell. Nonetheless, you prepared a small decorative box filled with sweets and snacks, which would only make him feel more bad since it was so thoughtful. He managed to make a small letter sharing some of his sweet thoughts of you though, and he actually manages to find out that he didn't need to panic so much. He forgets a lot, but he totally forgot that he made a cardigan for you but had it tucked away to prevent it from being damaged! In the end, the two of you were able to prepare a nice walk together in the forest, admiring the scenery as he offered you flowers he picked along the way

Lunar: Sure, he struggles remembering these things sometimes, but he's a Papyrus! And Papyri want to make your day special. He would have been working on a handcrafted necklace and bracelet especially designed to your taste, and the day would be spent with him and you making Valentine themed sweets for the two of you to indulge in with things such as chocolate dipped strawberries, and rice krispie treats. He'd light a few candles and he'd present the jewelry to you afterwards, the two of you sitting on the porch as you both talked and had a more quiet but still romantic day. With what flowers you ended up keeping after they started to wilt, he would help you grind them and mix them with clay in order to make beads for later too

Carmine: He's been planning today for a while, and so he planned only the best. A romantic dinner with music at the restaurant? Bam. A warm bath prepared for you that has rose petals and candles? Bam. A bed prepared with silk sheets and the softest of fabrics of a blanket? Bam bam bam. He would place a gift box on the bed for as you finish showering, and it would have your favorite flowers with it. A small letter of only the most poetic, sappy things would be on there, and he would pride himself in being the one to walk you to your bed and provide a lovely robe for you to wear. He wants to pamper you, and yet he would struggle accepting ANYTHING you provide. However, if you happen to find out what his favorite perfume scent is? He'll wear it everywhere he goes, and he'll brag about who got it for him.

Rus: Not the best of planners, he managed to actually prepare a Valentine's Day you both can work with. He would take you to your guy's favorite restaurant and then go to the movies with you, watching whatever genre you liked. He still manages to surprise you though, pulling out a set of earrings that are of wonderful quality while the two of you enjoy walking around a scenic area. It's a more lighthearted, sweet date than anything for Valentine's, but the both of you exchange gifts and end up having a matching necklace the both of you can wear wherever you go.

Razz: Not one to consider gifts to be the most strong expression of love, he would prepare a day of going to somewhere like a botanical garden since he knows you would like that. Taking you to get pampered and refreshed, he would then offer the two of you to go to grab a bite to eat with a candlelight dinner. The surprise you can expect from him though, is a treasure hunt. Hell lay items around the house he managed to clean for you, and he would end up surprising you with a sudden presentation of tickets for the two of you. He's heard of this beautiful place, somewhere that involves some traveling, but he knew that it was somewhere you've been wanting to go. He would practically preen when he sees your excitement, growing even more preen when he earns a kiss

Cash: The skeleton decided to make sure that you got to experience a spa day for Valentine's Day, the both of you talking shit as you're both being pampered. After, he would outright take you to the mall, and the two of you would go on a spending spree. The things that were bought cannot be listed, since he just made sure to get whatever caught your eye. By the end of it, you would've assumed that is the end of it, but no. He would act like it was, but as soon as you got home you would see what he prepared in the kitchen. A bouquet of just purple and orange flowers, surrounding a heart shaped box of slices of cake, and romantic music playing on the speaker the moment you realize what it is since he had it set to play. The rest of the night is you and him devouring the cake and watching movies, cuddling.

Wine: Imagine the most romantic, stereotypical date for Valentine's Day. He's worse than that. Flowers upon flowers would surround you, the house cleaned to perfection and lit with candlelight while you both enjoy a fettuccini plate with garlic bread and wine. The bedroom has petals on the floor, and on the bed he has two glasses for the two of you to indulge in for drinks. He bought desserts to your liking, and he and you both watch crappy romance reality TV while talking mad shit, lounging in self indulgence so much it blends into hedonistic pleasure. He's a heavy romantic who speaks words of poetry and romance, showering you with sincerity. He struggles and outright denies gifts most of the time, until you discovered his favorite chocolate. White chocolate, something no one has seen him touching. You somehow managed to also discover his favorite jewel, which you managed to get ahold of as it decorated a crystal ball music box. You've never seen him more flustered, or hear his voice crack such as today.

Coffee: Oh he's so sweet. The two of you did DIY craft couple tasks together for the first half. For one activity, you exchange the same canvas and collaborated on a painting. For another, he had the honor of drawing you as the two of you ate ice cream on the couch together. You figured out his love for sanrio, so when you presented him with stickers for his sketchbook, a plushie, and a hoodie, he was practically in tears with joy. To finalize the day, he surprised you by covering your eyes before the two of you were in a gazebo that had a table for you both to sit at. He prepared a classic, simple dinner with snacks and desserts, but it was fun since it allowed you both to also make your food as you went along. He managed to also present you with a small bouquet of flowers, all having to do with flower symbolism, but he refuses to tell you.

Dust: You didn't think he would bother, let alone remember what today was. However, it was to your surprise when he silently approached you with a bag. Inside, a stuffed animal that was of your favorite animal was there, along with a picture book filled with memories you have made together. He stands there awkwardly, waiting for your approval, and he's met with one when you carefully offer a hug. He practically clings onto you and the both of you experience a silent holiday where you both manage to stay away from everyone. You both order takeout, look at the photos together that he took, and fall asleep in a pile of pillows and blankets that you managed to make. He wasn't sure you would like the gifts, but he was happy when he found out that you did. He also managed to be surprised when you offered a book that you thought he would like, along with a satchel that was red in color and had small patches on it you sewed down. When you fall asleep, he can't help but watch you, admiring you as his phalanges stroke your cheek and he can hear the sound of your soul. He's happy that he met you

May we have some Saint x Reader headcanons?As I noticed you did some for the other two I had requested though am curious about him.

🌼Saint x Reader Headcanons🌼

I would love to share, since he's one of my favorites generally! This is a different setup, more similar to my other ones, but I tried combining it to shake things up. I hope you enjoy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Receiving:

- Physical Touch: 37%. He struggles a lot on a daily basis, having you hold his hand or hug him makes him melt. He loves to feel your warmth, to sleep on your lap and just feel your hands touch him. Even if he's initially hesitant to receive any physical touch, he's deprived of a gentle touch and it would make him feel wonderful to receive it

- Quality Time: 27%. He's naturally more reserved, but spending time with you alone makes him happy. Just sitting with you while you cook or do a task while he watches is relaxing, and gives him a sense of security due to being paranoid at times

- Words of Affirmation: 23%. Like Vanilla, being checked in on and having someone listen and care about what's on his mind only to reassure his worries is helpful. He's not used to hearing the things he's told, and is in some sort of disbelief over it, but he will only weakly protest if he isn't sure how to receive words of affirmation

- Acts of Service: 10%. Having someone help him when he freezes up or is unsure of what to do is wonderful. Someone who's patient enough to help him when he gets frustrated or when he doesn't remember. He is a little skeptical at first, but to see you not mind providing food or help, for example, slowly builds his trust overtime. He's a skeleton who knows that most individuals want some when they do something for others, so when he realizes that you're not that way he's going to cling onto that

- Gift Receiving: 3%. Physical items mean very little to him anymore. He only cares at the end of the day about his loved ones. But, he appreciates what he's given and he appreciates food most of the time. He will keep the gifts you give him too

Giving:

- Physical Touch: 35%: He'll rest his head against you, hold your hand, or pull you into his lap and cuddle. He's the largest Sans and is rather cuddly with those he loves, so he has a tendency to always try and be around you or touch you. He also tends to be possessive with those he loves, so once the two of you establish a relationship, he will try to always find an exuse

- Quality Time: 32%. He'll listen to you talk for hours, giving his undivided attention to you. As long as he can be around you, keep an eye on you, he will be happy

- Acts of Service: 16% He'll sometimes do things for you to relieve stress even if he doesn't like doing it. For example, he'll even make sure to behave with those he dislikes if it brings you less stress. As petty and rude as he can be to others, he's going to do his best to make you happy. If you're upset, he always comes to you eventually if you don’t ask him for help yourself beforehand. He’s either going to directly ask what is wrong, or he's going to pick up on what you need if you don't feel like talking or are too stressed to answer coherently. After all, he shows his support through action. He’d invite you to lay down with him, and let you cry on his chest for as long as you need or relieve you of stress through taking care of a problem that you have.

- Words of Affirmation: 13%. When you feel insecure, he will provide support or show his appreciation. He won't do it often, and he kinda sucks at doing it, but he can give you solid support even if it's not flowered up. Most of the time hes not the most reassuring, but he's good at being honest when you need it.

- Receiving Gifts: 3%. He doesn't find it necessary to get gifts, but he'll bring you charms you'll like. He also has a tendency to sew items for you on the occasion.

Details: He needs someone who's kind, patient, and compassionate. Someone who doesn't judge him or his brother and shows empathy rather than disgust. The more honest you are, the better as well. He doesn't like people who hide things He may not be a romantic guy, though. His "ideal date" is doing whatever his partner likes, as long as it's not too overwhelming. He's a more quiet lover, someone who will nuzzle against you and cuddle when the opportunity arises. If someone bothers you, he can be quick to get aggressive. He's snappish, sarcastic, and even threatening to those he deems a danger or out of line. He'll sometimes even get in their face, demanding an apology. He won't hesitate to get physical, but he has to reach a point first and usually will be the one taking initiative. He's touchy about what he considers "his", and so if he sees someone try to get too touchy then he'll wrap you in his hold and glare with a smile. Of course, he won't be rude to you, and if you tell him to knock it off then he will. At least,,,in front of you. He won't stop harassing or being smug towards someone, doing petty acts and even making it harder for the person to bother you or him. He'll play innocent in front of you though. If he's jealous, the best thing to do is to reassure him with letting him hold you or feeling your affection as he's silently stewing until he calms down. You don't deserve stress and you don't deserve someone treating you like shit when you're a good person, so he won't tolerate someone treating you badly. Overall, even if he has to work on some stuff, you deserve a good lover, and he will do anything to make you happy.

Is there a list of characters that we can ask headcanons for or is any character from Utmv available to ask headcanons about?

Ofc ofc!!

I do about any well known AU set of brothers like

- UT, UF, US, HT

- Swapfell Red, Swapfell Purple, Fellswap Gold

- Any character like Dream, Nightmare, Ink, Fresh, Error, Killer, Dust

And some that don't get as much attraction!

Outertale, Farmtale, Mob/Mafiatale and the variants that are there, and ofc G!Sans and G!Papyrus

I also do my own version of Lusttale! I actually think that the idea was flawed to begin with due to the crappy creator, so I have it set in a neutral timeline where Mettaton becomes king and changes things drastically! The concept is more tied to themes of connection, authenticity, and the ability to not constantly distract yourself with consumerism. I have the two brothers still have that flair, but I changed some things and I have it set where the two are in pink teehee

Overall, i would love to do more x reader content and if you want specific headcanons you might find some on my page. I haven't done every single character listed, but I do have a handful that you might enjoy if you don't want x reader content or if you do fancy x reader content! Sorry for the ramble, but I hope I answered you! :))

Can ya do some headcanons for Saint, Basil and Cosmic? As I noticed there was not much information on those skeletons when checking their tag.

Ofc ofc! I love all of them equally. Have some headcanons that I wrote for farm sans x reader and outer sans x reader below! Idk if this is what you meant, but considering that this was when I did the x reader poll, I'll take it this way! I dont see a lot of people doing anything for them, so I've been needing to write about them for awhile now

I hope you enjoy!!

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Basil x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover Daffodil

- As a guy who loves naps, I think he would often appreciate being woken up to you offering fresh lemonade ready for him and his brother

- He loves seeing what other people are capable of, so whether that means you're good at tending to the plants, the animals, the kitchen, or even tending to the home, he's going to praise you. Any help that you can offer means a lot to him, and he will think any skill you have is wonderful

- He'll help you tend to the animals on the farm, especially since some are more feisty than others

- His magic smells of basil, while his magic tastes of melon and berries

- He plays the banjo, so when it's late at night and the two of you are sitting on the porch, he's going to play while sitting in his rocking chair

- He really loves the chickens on the farm, and he would love to let you hold them if they don't try to peck at you

- He loves drinking tea, so sometimes when you're stressed out he'll make some special tea that tastes wonderful and is great for calming effects

- He's a great listener, so he'll listen to any problems you have and offer pretty solid advice

- He loves seeing you wearing his sunflower hat, so he's not afraid to put it on you when the sun is too bright

- He can pick up anything that's giving you trouble, or y'know, you. He loves lifting you up in his arms, it makes him feel like hes providing

- He's really not the best cook in the house, especially since it's Juniper that is the better cook, but he will make you meals when you're tired. He's honestly better at baking, so you can expect him to make you homemade treats instead

- He gets flustered with physical touch, even if it's just handholding, but he really likes it and he's willing to remove his gloves to feel you more

- He likes doing small pranks on those he adores, especially since they're a sign that he likes to see you laugh or look a little silly. They're always in good fun, and he won't ever make a prank that would upset you

- He loves dad jokes and puns, be prepared. If you end up throwing them at him back, it'll just encourage him to make more and he's going to blush when you joke with him

- He'll praise and encourage you till the sun burns out, and even then he'll try to find a way to support and love you

- He's not one for big dates or large gestures of affection, but he would invite you to sit down with him and his brother if you didn't live there. If you did, he'd opt to walk down to the lake with you, where he and his brother built a gazebo, and enjoy a meal and small dance with you as the fireflies surround you

- He loves when you sing, and he's not shy when he wraps his arms around you and dances with you in the kitchen

- He loves the scent you have, and so he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just inhale before sighing dreamily

- Even when your hair is a mess in the morning and your face is scrunched up and you're all disheveled, he'll still find you beautiful

- He prepares quiet mornings with you on the weekends when he's not working, where he'll make pancakes or anything you prefer and a cup of coffee or juice. He'll set up the table or ask if you want to sit on the porch and the two of you can sit in silence or talk about anything you want

- When guests are over he's going to make sure to linger around you, if he notices you're uncomfortable in some way. He often will rest his hand against the curve of your back or rest his head against your shoulder. He's not the jealous type since he's so comfortable with you and trusts you a lot, but these are small moments to reassure you.

- He would invite you to go to the market with him, and he'll make sure to keep an eye on things you like. He and his brother are pretty set with wealth due to selling vegetables, fruit, and eggs. If he sees you eying any flowers, clothes, jewelry, or trinkets, he'll buy it for you. His brother is good at selling things, so you and him would be walking around getting tools, meat, and anything like clothes anyways.

- He's bought flowers for you while at the market before, and he's picked up on flower language due to the seller. You can expect him to send little messages and to pick up on what flowers you like too

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Cosmic x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover starshine

- I think he met you as an astronaut, and when you were transported to a part of space that could allow breath he found you wandering

- He has freckles that resemble the stars, so he loves when you trace your fingers along them

- He's naturally softer than other Sanses in nature like Basil, but he's a bit more melancholic. As a result, you can find him stargazing and reflecting on life. He'll invite you to sit with him if you're willing

- He has a wool that's made of stardust and magic, which results in having a soothing effect on others around him. He often will let you hug him if you're stressed, tired, or upset, which sometimes means you'll fall asleep while in his arms

- He is inquisitive, so he'll ask you tons of questions about Earth if you're willing to talk about it

- The two of you would definitely go roller skating since on 'land', there's areas where you both can get on skates and have some fun! It's cute little date ideas like this he'd have fun having with you

- If he falls asleep, he'll start floating if he's not inside a building or on an edge, so the two of you would carry around ribbon or rope to keep you both tethered for either of you to prevent floating off and having to be caught by others

- He's often touching you in some way whether it's by wrapping arms with you, holding your hand, or locking pinkies with you

- His eyes glow like a galaxy, and he doesn't realize it happens when he's extremely happy, so you can tell how he feels when he sees you or visits

- He only pranks those he thinks positively of, and he'll often try to get you to laugh with him since they're in good fun

- He smells odd, something that you can't quite pinpoint since they're all in space and made of magic after all. It's soothing though, like lavender. His magic tastes similar, but with a flicker of blue raspberry or fresh mint that is electric in nature

- He loves technology, so he'll make you little trinkets or help you with your ship when you are trying to figure out how to get it to work again. With his love for technology, he also will make you random new items and be giddy when he can see you becoming excited or inquisitive

- The more he learns about Earth, the more he wishes he could visit it. However, the more he learns about what life for you is like there, the more he can tell that you both miss home and hate it. So, he'll find ways to distract you if he notices your thoughts are drifting

- He's always willing to comfort you, to stroke your hair or stroke your hands when you're stressed or tired

- He is willing to offer his coat to you when you're cold, since the land can be cold in some areas. It's extremely soft, and smells of his magic

- He has a bit more energy than the regular Sans even if he's more peaceful and calm in nature, so he encourages you to try and experience the weird parts of their home

- He can't flirt for shit but that doesn't mean he refuses to try. He'll often disguise it with slips of the tongue, you mishearing things, or something along those lines. He sometimes will get distracted when looking at you, and that's when he's unable to stop the blush on his cheeks as a result

- He helps you find clothing if it's not his brother doing it, since he knows you'll be staying there for awhile. When he saw you in more,,,'exposed' clothing he couldn't help but avert his gaze since he gets flustered easily when he sees your body outside of the spacesuit

- He's not easily jealous, but he does tend to get a bit insecure when you guys go places such as Grillbys since you're bombarded with questions and attention. He lingers near you a lot and he's quieter than usual. He worries you'll find him boring sometimes

- You're a lot lighter in space no matter what, and even if he's not physically strong on his land, you can expect him to pick you up when you're down so that he can spin your around and toss you up so that you can float with him in areas that have less gravity

- He can't cook or bake, but he'll be so willing to help when you guys make things

- He doesn't smoke or really drink, but if you guys did end up going to drink he'll make sure to keep an eye on you since monster drinks are stronger on humans. So, the sweetheart is going to make sure that if you do drink, to carry you home and take care of you

- He's openly communicative compared to a lot of the other Sanses, but he gets a bit more emotional than he wants. He'll cry with you, but he's going to smile and hold you when you're both vulnerable and listening

🦴🩶Dust x Reader headcanons🩶🦴

I really enjoy content with Dust, so I hope I did him justice!! I made sure to avoid any gendered terms since I see a lot of fem!yn and want some diversity!

(( @whittlorestrash i saw your reblog, love to you(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡))

- He reads as a hobby, so often enough he is fine with parallel play where you would be laying on his lap on your phone or reading while he's focused on his book. Sometimes, when he's not thinking, he'll drift his phalanges to stroke your hair while he's reading

- He loves cooking from anyone, so if you prepare him a meal he'll be grateful for it no matter if you present a dish made for a god or if it is a burnt excuse of food

- His nickname for you would be angel, something he wouldn't call you unless he really got to know you

- He finds comfort in forests, so if you guys went for a walk together he would find it serene to spend time with you there

- He sleeps in a lot due to his constant trouble with sleeping. One thing that brings him comfort is holding you close, since he always has to have his arms wrapped around something or someone. When this happens, you can expect him to not let you go until he's awake

- He is extremely touch starved, but he feels anxious with touch for most of the time. It's an unfamiliar sensation and he feels that he isn't deserving of affection. Nonetheless, small touches would be acceptable from you over time. Small things like locking pinkies, placing his hand on your head, or allowing you to rub his back when he's stressed. He doesn't know how, but at some point he finds himself lingering by you. He'll often tug at your shirt if he wants to have affection, silent as he is

- He's rather protective, especially when around others. He finds that his anxiety heightens around too many people, so he will often loop an arm around you or linger close so that you aren't out of his sight

- His magic tastes of vanilla. Do that with what you will

- He likes photography, so he would carry a picture of you if he could (with your consent of course)

- He can be polite, never raising his voice at you if he can help it. Often, he doesn't say anything to begin with

- He can spend hours in silence with you, doing anything

- If you got a gift from him they would be things like food he picked up somewhere, trinkets, jewelry. He also tends to give you things in your favorite color

- He would absolutely love it if you wore vanilla cologne/perfume

- Hes a great listener for anything, really. He likes to hear your voice and he wouldn't mind listening to you ramble about anything. He's often nonverbal, and he would give little signs to show that he was listening

- He would go ragdoll in your grasp if you cuddled or hugged him

- The only reason he'd hesitate to give you his jacket is because of two reasons. One - dust is all over it and even if it was cleaned he just feels weird without it. Two - he doesn't like people to see his face since he looks so similar to Vanilla. He thinks you wouldn't like the way his eyes look either. Even if you reassured him, he would much prefer to just let you sit in his lap while you're zipped up with him

- He tends to stare a lot. He doesn't mean to, really he doesn't. He just likes observing others, and you're his favorite person to watch. You're pretty.

- He's confused as to why you like him so much, with how guilty he feels about everything that he's done. Because of this, he avoids showing any violent or aggressive behavior around you. He's possessive though, and he doesn't like sharing all that much

- He doesn't realize it, but his bones will tremble when you have long contact with him at the start of getting comfortable around you. He doesn't realize that it's because he's so unused to a comforting touch

- your skin is warm and soft compared to his bone, so he often will stroke your cheek, your arms, your back, anywhere really. He enjoys the sensation, and he thinks of you as the perfect companion to randomly lay on at times. He usually will sit next to you one moment, then either lay on your lap or against your shoulder the next

- I headcanon that Pap's dust is infused with Dust's soul, so often Pap is around. Pap does have a tendency to sometimes drain Dust of energy if there's enough to spare in order to say hi and have a conversation with you if Dust doesn't pass out. If he does, then you can see Pap and even feel some of his ghostly touch if he were to hug you. Pap does respect your privacy with Dust, though, and he would be willing to be in a different room when he notices. He's happy to know you're there for his brother

I have requests for literally EVERYONE but Red in a reblog and my inbox, which makes me absolutely GIDDY to think about since I love all of these skeletons. Maybe I'll write for whoever wins first and then write some content for everyone eventually since it's clear I haven't even written for Basil or Cosmic yet

Got sad about random stuff and now to cope I'm gonna ask what I should write some x reader content with? I'm putting some I haven't written much for here, and for this one I'm working on the Sanses here! I just want to write some fluff, y'know?

Got sad about random stuff and now to cope I'm gonna ask what I should write some x reader content with? I'm putting some I haven't written much for here, and for this one I'm working on the Sanses here! I just want to write some fluff, y'know?

Me when me when when people use sad hc's for Stretch such as making him have unrequited love, problems with his self confidence, or talk about his dynamic with his brother

(I'm reading sad stretch x reader fanfic again)

Stretch Serrif Playlist

Now THIS is a favorite playlist of mine! I try to capture this feeling of white boy indie softness mixed with so angst with Stretch and this is a playlist I find myself looping for it! Please lmk if the artist themselves doesn't want their art to be used for things like repost n such. Thank you and enjoy

〈⁠(⁠•⁠ˇ⁠‿⁠ˇ⁠•⁠)⁠-⁠→ Have a bracelet I made for him to go with it

Vanilla Serrif Playlist

- I have changed my Spotify account name to match my Tumblr for reference. If y'all happen to recognize these playlists it is because I used to go by Casual Clownery on there :-))

Playlist and bracelet design here:

I'm posting my playlists for each AU I have dedicated my time to!! I try to combine silly stuff and then more somber moods for Sans/Vanilla Serrif, since both perspectives are so fun for me. He's silly, but the somber or more serious side is also interesting. I tried to mix it up, so it's not in chronological order and more about what I thought would fit the silly skeleton! Even some x yn content! Tell me your thoughts! I'm almost always proud of the playlists I make. I hope you enjoy :]

(please hear me out please hear me out please please please please hear me out on my song choices and playlists)

Helloo! I read the ask you got about the skeletons reacting to their first time meeting their Soulmate and each having a mark on their body like a tattoo and all that. I was wondering if you could write about the horror tale brothers? Especially Saint because he's a silly big man and I love him and also I really like how you headcanon him. I think the way you write his character it's exactly how I imagine him to be in my mind, I could never put it into words until I read your take on him and I was like, yes, this, this exactly.

I LOVE SAINT AND LUNAR SO OFC‼️💥 I feel so flattered that you like my interpretation! I try to fuse both of the popular interpretations of "Soft bear" and "Asshole" personalities so thank you :)) <3

As a treat, I'll add a bit more details for the two! Enjoy!!

Saint: He is one of the very few that would acutely be aware of his soulmate being you. He's in tune with his magic and anything that shifts in it is usually a small sign for him to investigate. He wouldn't directly understand it at first though, since his universe was so deprived of the concept of soulmates after everything. He lost any desire to even dream of ever having one, and since he has such a shit memory he won't remember that he in fact studied it.... years and y e a r s a g o..... Nonetheless, Saint would instantly feel almost frustrated as to why you seem to have a sway in how he's feeling or why he feels the tingling sensation on his wrist. He'd shove his hand in his pocket, grumble a bit, and stare at you as he'd linger in your space. He almost wants to believe you're doing something intentionally before he hears the concept of soulmates, something that would spark those memories. So.... You're his soulmate??? Really???? It would've taken him awhile to figure out what was going on, so he would've built a relationship with you in some shape or form. He would be unsure of himself, mumble around you, and avoid touching you or interacting. Any initial progress would be stunted for sure, as he'd have to feel absolutely safe in the idea of being close to you. He lost a lot of people, saw things that traumatized him, and became someone he doesn't love. He'd feel guarded around you, BUT.... He might feel an inkling of protectiveness for you he can't get rid of or ignore when situations arrive. Even in the early stages of your friendship and eventual relationship would have him lingering around you to make sure you're safe. (He would still be suspicious and then eventually blame it on you getting into trouble too often for him to look away from you.) By the time you both have gotten close to each other, he's practically holding onto you and willing to enjoy the sensations of his soul finally finding comfort in another.

Lunar: Unlike Saint, he has always felt an inkling of hope that someday he'll find someone who was destined to love him despite everything and vice versa. From the moment he met you he recognized that strange feeling in his bones that you were someone special and worth protecting. He would actually go out of his way to tell Saint about it privately, and in return Saint would support him cautiously and keep an eye on you both. He, similar to Saint, would linger in your presence and actually avoid touching you too much since he's so hyper aware of his strength due to his...altered state. Even if he feels worried that he would make a fool of himself near you with his slightly odd mannerisms, he has an obligation from his very soul to feel protective of you and openly express his concerns about your safety. He has also lost a lot of friends and felt powerless to stop the descent of the Underground from his world. Knowing that someone he's desperately been hoping to someday meet is right in front of him? The thought alone of losing you to something preventable crushes him. He would slowly find himself willing to allow your touch, even reciprocating it when he realizes that his soul feels more alive than it ever has been. He's afraid that he won't meet your expectations of a good lover or even friend, but he would never voice that to you until WAAAAY later on with gentle coaxing. He loves you, and being able to just experience the cluster of stars that is you and your soul is something he will always be grateful for. You're magnificent. Your existence alone reminds him that despite all he's gone through, something as wonderful as a soulmate is much more precious than he initially thought

Thank you for reading :-) 🙏

What types of gifts would the boys give? And/Or what gifts would they like to receive?

Ooooo I love this question! Okay, so I'm going to go over a list for each of the skeletons and descriptions for what they would like. Sanses like Error, Fresh, and Ink will also be included, but I generally have an inclination to think that most if not all the "Outcodes" variety are on the Aroace spectrum! So, you can interpret these as either romantic, platonic, or even a mix for QPR's(Queer Platonic Relationships) if you'd like. Enjoy :-)))

Vanilla: He usually gives more lighthearted gifts that have to do with inside jokes than anything. He likes to also give gifts to people he really loves more thoughtful gifts of course, but those are extremely rare and/or for birthdays exclusively. For what he likes to receive, he expects gifts that have to do with inside jokes as well since to him that means you also find it funny or remembered this joke. He also loves anything really, he's not picky. He'll only lose it and find himself jokefully crying about any tomato based items like tomato chips, bottles of ketchup, and clamato juice

Cyperus: He loves to remember gifts based on what people like, usually having to do with their interests specifically. He won't give randomly based gifts to throw out there either, in fact he makes items himself if he can since he's so handy. He loves gifts based on his interests as well, even if that gift wasn't expensive or bought to begin with but made instead

Red: Like Vanilla, he loves jokingly giving gifts based on inside jokes or based on what that person hates. An example would be one time giving Pitch a mug of dogs instead of cats, grinning at the look of disappointment in him. If you hated these pair of socks at the store? Bam, gift time. Still, on important holidays, he actually can pull through. He will know they expect to get gifts they hate from him, but he'll have a hidden second gift as well. When giving Pitch the dog mug, it was Giftmas, so he pulled the actual gift from his pocket, a cat collar(for doomfanger) wrapping around a cat mug of higher quality. He doesn't care what gifts you give him, as long as it reminds you of him. He doesn't like expensive gifts though, since money being spent on him is already something he's picky about

Pitch: Always expect gifts of quality over quantity with him. He'll take you on store splurges and let you pick your favorite outfits or items at a store, but only rarely when he also wants new clothes. On holidays like your birthday or on Giftmas, however, he won't let you know at ALL what he plans for you. He always has a list of things you like and always tries to remember ways to combine that. You like the color blue and your favorite animal is a cat? Bam, a cat statue with blue accents. Perfumes you wear? He'll take note and find new ones you will like. In return, he won't expect you to buy him something super expensive since not everyone has money for that. He will always appreciate you taking note of what he likes, especially if it's based on red or black things, and if he can keep this gift for a long time for memories sake

Powder: He will give you gifts when he has to be at work for a long time, ways of reminding you of him while he's away. I don't think he'd work in any police force due to my own opinions, but he does have an active jobs that allows him to be creative and helpful to his communities like community service. Sometimes events have to take days or weeks, so he's going to make sure you don't miss him for too long. Gifts he loves to receive is ones that prove you thought of him or remembered something about him that he let slip once or twice before. That in itself is enough for him

Stretch: He LOVES it when he can give someone gifts, since he always remembers what they like. Tokens of appreciation and things that, for example, you and him both like. Video games for you to play alone or with him, tickets to that movie you wanted to see, etc. He rarely likes gifts due to not wanting people to spend money on him, but he always tries to carry the gifts around when he can. If he really wanted this video game he'll always try to see if you can play it together or take turns with it as well, or hug you when you give him manga or comics he really wanted. He'll only slightly scold you though

Saint: He rarely gives gifts, and when he does, expect him to have thought of what to give you for a while or just random little charms and knickknacks since he's just odd to begin with. Small stones, random items he (stole) got, or even just odd items he finds in the woods. Otherwise, he tried to make gifts instead of buying them since he's more worried about the significance over the value it costs. He learned how to sew when he was underground, so when he first decided to participate in Giftmas with the rest of the "family", he sewed a fabric blanket together for you. He knows that it gets cold in winter, and maybe you'll like it? He ended up looking at you with a blown out eyelight when he saw you smile and decided to give you more gifts like that. Stuffed animals sewn together, scarfs, etc. He finds gifts for himself a little pointless since that money can go to something useful, so food is always a good gift for him. He will always value ones that mean so damn much to him that can last a long time for him to carry around or clothes he can wear like a beanie hat you gave him for winter

Lunar: It's not often he'll give others gifts, but when he does it's baked goods or handmade items like with Saint. He makes items made together, like a pretty wind chime he made for your birthday made of pieces of glass that reflect in the light when the sun hits it just right. They're funky, a little odd, but always sweet. He doesn't ever really like people giving him gifts since he wants those things to go into things like taking care of yourself or the house, but handmade gifts always make him sentimental. He still has the very first gift he received when above ground from you, which was this new, unique scarf you got for him. He carries it around and wears it everywhere, using the remains of his old scarf to give to Saint and remake in the later made fabric blanket he helped make

Carmine: He will always always ALWAYS find ways to get things for you. He'll pamper you in ways you can't even complain about if you try to scold him for spending so much money, such as getting useful items that you need for work, for the house, etc. He prides himself in providing for you, always knowing what you need when going out like chapstick or a jacket, since he works hard to remember what you like and need. (He read a book about humans and what they need so flexing in his knowledge also makes him preen) He can provide for himself, so he prefers affection through helping him around or physical touch. He's actually the most prideful in receiving gifts unless they're practical, so for Giftmas he always prefers if people just spend time with him when looking at Giftmas lights or help him prepare for the holidays. On his birthday, the family knew he was picky about things like that so they either got things to celebrate a surprise party or items he needed for cleaning. Practicality and all that. When you got him a very pretty necklace for his first birthday with you, however, he just stared at you and said nothing at first. It was gold with a carmine gem in the center, something uniquely him. He tries to scold you for it, but his voice is a little shaky as he asks you why you got it. Then, he put it on and he practically never took it off, still doesn't unless he's taking a shower. He told you never to do it again though

Rus: If you really want something but can't get it for whatever reason, there are rare times he'll get it for you. He never wants you to pay him back, and he always is willing to pamper you. Most of the time his gift giving consists of paying for takeout or paying for snacks at a movie theater, so these moments are few and far between. Still, he considers what you really really want and takes note of these things, only rarely needing to go based on what you like if you're really secretive in what you want. He doesn't need gifts to feel loved, but the times you do get him something that he can have to be reminded of you, he values it and takes extremely good care of it to remember that he's loved by you. The physical proof that you do at least. He's always willing to accept these things, but you don't have to do it constantly and he'll scold you if you do otherwise

Razz: He takes note of things you want, is willing to pamper you at times, and even if he's smart with his money he doesn't mind getting these things. He thinks that buying expensive gifts is cheap in the face of other forms of affection, but he is willing to do it on special occasions. When it comes to receiving gifts however, it's something a little different. He doesn't need expensive gifts or anything that he just really really wanted, since he's similar to Carmine when it comes to spending money on him. But, also just like Carmine, he doesn't expect to receive gifts at all since out of all monsters, you got something for him? You put thought into it, and he feels deeply loved for that since he always encourages you to show him love in different ways for many reasons. He treasures it and wears it if he can, or else he'll make sure his gift can be proudly shown since he will brag about how much you love him as a result

Cash: Surprise surprise, the frugal skeleton actually really loves to pamper you! More than his brother, actually, and he makes sure to get you things you can wear since he can let others know he pampers you and are his loved one. He will put thought into gifts, but most of it consists of him being able to catch wind or outright hear you say you want something. He wasn't able to get a lot of things underground unless he swindled someone or stole it, so he pushes being able to provide gifts. And ah yes, the greedy bastard loves gifts. He loves that you're willing to think of him when buying him something, a bit more materialistic that way. But truly? Secretly even? He really really loves when you cook him something or get him something that you put your whole heart and soul into. The value of this gift means more than any type of gift otherwise, and he'll show it off to others and brag about your love for him. He'll wear it, take care of it, and he appreciates that you love him enough to get it for him

Wine: The most notorious for gift giving even in comparison to Carmine and Cash? Yes. He's going to get you such high quality gifts just because he knows what you like, and he's not afraid to do it. He likes to pamper you as much as he pampers Coffee, to the point that if you even try to argue he's just going to refuse arguing with you. It's almost evil. Now, for receiving gifts? Don't sweat it, he can buy himself whatever he wants! Like Carmine and Razz, the three struggle accepting anything. However, he won't scold you for getting him something, but rather ask why you felt the need to. He'll wear what you give him once he sees the sentimental value of it, even if you're worried it's not up to "his standard." The value of emotional weight is far more worthy to him and anything else pales in comparison. He loves any gifts in wine red, gold, or blacks too. If you manage to find out about his favorite dessert or chocolate though and get it for him, it'll be one of the few moments you catch him blushing as he thanks you with a slight crack to his voice. Rarely anyone can figure that stuff out, so he's impressed and slightly embarrassed along with his flattered opinion of you being raised

Coffee: Despite the wealth he and his brother has, he prefers to give and receive gifts of sentimental value. He'll draw for you, buy you sweets, and he's a soft romantic so you can expect flowers from him as well. If you buy him things he loves to eat, video games he wants, etc, he'll get sentimental that you remember what he likes since he's also pretty secretive on that stuff unless it's video games. If it's a two player he'll insist to not play it unless it's with you. When you found his secret love for sanrio and Hello Kitty specifically, he practically sobbed when you got him a hoodie. He hugged you, kissed your cheeks and didn't let you go until you or someone else pried him off.

Killer: Gift giving is odd for him. He's of course someone that wouldn't do it often, but he'd give you something based off what you both mutually like or based on something you hate in order to get a laugh. He's the type to give you odd things to see if you'll accept them, but not things that are gory or gross by any means. When receiving gifts, he would appreciate things such as knives, cat based gifts, and he wouldn't appreciate or like gifts based on the color Yellow or based on ketchup. Don't try to get him something worth of emotional or financial value though, because the amount of items he's lost overtime is insane to be honest. Chocolate or energy drinks is a good go-to

Dust: He rarely gets emotionally attached to others to begin with, so if you got a gift from him they would start small. Things like a weird rock, a flower, food he picked up sometime. He'll take pictures since he loves photography, giving you a photo of random or pretty things. He'd move to give you things of value the more intimate you are, like jewelry or trinkets. He's weird when it comes to accepting gifts, but he values them a lot more than he lets on. He'll wear what you give him, love what you cook, etc. He also appreciates books he hasn't read before since he had read all the books from underground years ago

Error: He would give you a plushie he handmade of yourself or of him, something that he'd be willing to give you since he thinks of you highly . He's very sensitive to touch, so a plushie of him would be a way to allow you to 'hug him', for example. He also makes bracelets woven together or with beads he collects, something he'd be willing to make for you. He would knit you blankets, scarves, etc. infused with his magic so that you can feel the intent sewn in with it whenever you're upset or want to feel happy. He also tends to give you these things to prevent others like Ink from messing with you, as if he's staking a "claim" that you're with him. He'll love chocolate of course, but different types of yarn would also make him excited or maybe a book about facts with different animals, monsters, etc would get him excited as well. He likes those types of things because it shows you're aware of his interests. And also, something a bit more sentimental to him, would be things based on space or cats generally

Ink: He can get a bit creative with his gifts? Drawings, paintings, carvings, little handmade knickknacks! He would create things for you to not only get you to smile and hang up, but he also would create little charms like keychains to help identify you since he has a bad memory and gets confused a lot due to timelines and multiple AU's. He also does this as a way to also "stake a claim" on you, similar to Error. If you somehow got involved with both, the two would constantly layer you with different gifts to try and prove to the other that you're their best friend or "captive". He's not hard to please either, he will accept any drawings, art supplies, charm-like necklaces or bracelets. Anything handmade from you is wonderful

Fresh: Now he's the most erratic with gift giving. This bastard can provide pins, stickers, figurines, necklaces, bracelets, charms, knickknacks, small CD players to share music tastes, candy, and more! He's fun with gift giving and he would love to make sure you even have a fanny pack or bag so that you can carry around everything he gives you. In return he's the same way, as long as you found it cool as well and thought of him. He also really loves sweets and TMNT, so those two things are a great go-to if you're unsure what to get him or song recommendations

Thank you for reading!!! :-))

You know how in soulmate AUs sometimes there will be a symbol or first words as a soulmark? could we get soulmark symbols or their first words said to their soulmate maybe? As a treat? It will (probably) soothe you from the twitter trauma

I've always loved the idea of soul marks, especially since I find it cute! I have a general idea of how soulmates would work if we're talking about the main 14 skeletons! Personally, I'm not creative enough to think about what the first words would be for the group of skeletons, BUT I can write what some would be like with the realization of meeting their s/o

I imagine that the soul mark would be something placed on the inner wrist or side of the neck for the skeletons! It can be placed anywhere depending on the monster, but these guys have similar anatomy to us so it'd make sense.

Something that looks as faint as a small, ingrained soul is the proper marking that all monsters possess. It barely looks something akin to a tattoo, barely visible and dull to the average onlooker. Monsters naturally can see it, but Humans don't even realize that they have this so called mark.

However, what would make it unique is that these markings have the ability to start glowing when in close proximity to their destined soulmate, glowing brighter and hotter. What tends to happen is that when both parties are aware of this said marking, they will often feel the tugging sensations that go with their souls being in closer proximity. For Monsters, it's easier as they continue to spend time together and get to see their souls glowing brighter.

I find it funny to think the skeletons would pick it up so much easier, especially since they're in tune with their souls as much as they are. I imagine that when meeting YN, each would have unique emotions towards this realization or at least responses!

Vanilla: He's the best at hiding how he would feel once he encounters YN. He could run into them at Grillbys, at the store, in a park, anywhere really. He'll treat them like any other friend or companion, trying to get you to laugh as he's keeping his hands in his pockets or subtly rubbing the hand he shook your hand with as he feels that tingling, hot sensation on his wrist. He's trying so hard not to stare at his wrist, to see if he's actually watching what he believes is occurring right before his eyes. When he's done meeting you and having to go back home, he just doesn't say anything as he keeps what happens to himself. It's not until he realizes that you're the soulmate of someone else as well that he even says anything to begin with

Cyperus: He didn't mean to bump into you but he can't help the way he rubs his neck when he awkwardly tries to not panic right in front of you. He would stutter and feel less confident in what he says, feeling this desperate need to just wrap you in his arms and shout that you're the one. Of course, he just comes off as a dork, which he wished he didn't since in his opinion he needed to look cool. He practically runs home and debates telling anyone, but he can't hold his secret when Vanilla asks him what's up before he's shaking his brother and screaming. He feels like he may never speak to you again after he practically forgot to ask you your name, or if you're from around the area. But of course, as luck would have it, you live nearby, and he promptly and bravely-! Hides. He's just planning what to do next time he sees you and speaks to you is all!! It's not running away! It's planned out action!!

Powder: He has the skill of Vanilla but the internal panic of Cyperus. The poor fool wouldn't even have to look at his wrist to know that you're the one, the sensation of hot, tingling excitement in his soul and on his wrist tells him everything. He does everything he can to make you laugh when meeting you, trying to come off as confident despite the way his face is as blue as his scarf. He would at least try to keep it to himself and he can believe that who he saw was his soulmate. However, it'd slip one day and he's already trying to lie his way out of what he said. He hopes to meet you again, unlike Cyperus since he actively goes out of his way to find you again instead. He's a bit better at acting like he's in control of his feelings, despite the way he may stutter or hesitate to touch you after he meets you again

Stretch: Oh buddy. As a skeleton already stuttering, he can barely form sentences at first. He switches his words, stumbles a bit, and even stares longer than he means to when he meets you. His soul is practically singing, his hand his rubbing his neck with each laugh he gives. It's obvious to you that he's awkward, but you find it endearing and just chalk up the blush as him feeling embarrassed rather than attracted to you. When he's home he doesn't even stop to greet anyone, trying to sneak off to his room before he's caught and already stuttering out what happened in a panic. Unlike his brother, he would be mulling over why he had to look so dorky in front of you! Surely you wouldn't want to see him again after that! But he's screwed the next time he sees you, already knowing that he's going to be interacting with you for longer than he expected

Red: Oh. oh. It's you. He just happened to be in the area when he felt it. The way his wrist feels hot and how the mark is glowing before he shoved his hands in his pockets. He can't look you in the eye, his tough guy persona already failing when he asks you if you're alright since you seemed to accidentally have dropped something. He's mumbling a bit, his jokes making him feel more dumb when he fucks it up before he gets to the punchline. That alone gets you to laugh though, your nervousness around him already peeling away with each layer of his scary appearance giving way. He doesn't linger like the others, just willing to let your conversation with him end. He's better at asking you if you're new to the town with how easily he can tell, something he takes note of before giving you some advice and leaving. He's internally freaking out, slightly frustrated because this is something he doesn't know how to deal with. He's not telling anyone, not even to brag that he found someone as pretty and kind as you. The only way someone would find out is when he's venting to Grillby and is given advice to talk to you again when he gets the chance. Just maybe he won't fuck it up?

Pitch: Ah, of course the handsome and talented skeleton would meet you conveniently when he can help you out. Hes so distracted with trying to come off as confident, talented, and impressive to you that he doesn't realize he kind of looks pretentious or at least arrogant. He's been trying to be better at that, so when he sees the way you react to his grandiose speech he knows immediately to apologize the best he can. He clears his throat and mutters that he didn't mean to seem so self absorbed, and that he just wanted you to know since he wanted to prove to you that he had the situation under control after helping you get away from another monster that was bothering you. As he does so, he finds a strange itching on his neck, only to feel the heat beneath his gloves as his expression gives one of a sudden stunned horror. Was this why he felt so scrutinized under your stare? Why he takes your expression as a failure on his part? He excuses himself and just tries to get away from the situation after his apology before instructing you to get home safely before he's already fleeing, not allowing you to even say goodbye. He's tugging his scarf and grumbling by the time he's home, stomping his foot, and so easily overwhelmed the moment Red asks him what's wrong. He's almost exactly like Cypress as he grabs his brother and shakes him, falling to his knees as he dramatically places his gloved hands over his face and mulling over his failure until he plans next to meet you again. Though...he does avoid you the best he can since he thinks he just failed before he could even put in the effort to make it up to you.

I did ponder to keep typing down my headcanons for other skeletons but I decided to stop before this post became too long. I may make some more character headcanons but thats for another time. I got asks to answer >:)

Thank you for reading :-))

first date scenarios for the boys of your choice?

Awww hell yeah, I can think of a few scenarios! I decided to use Vanilla, Red, Saint, and Dust! Enjoy them below, I wanted to take the time to think about what suits each of them most!! I had fun, so I hope you do too! If you want any more, don't be shy to ask for any other Sans or Papyri(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Vanilla:

He is such a dork, but he's good at picking a first date. He wanted something simple, personal, and cheap. So, he invites you to go stargazing with him one night, but he offers to go somewhere he has in mind. Atop of a hill, there he has a picnic blanket filled with snacks and drinks for the two of you. Hes never been the type to plan a date, but this was something he wanted to set up for you since he wants to prove that he's serious. He's cracking jokes, guiding you to lay down and stargaze as the two of you enjoy a romantic time. He's pointing at constellations, offering you his jacket, and poorly flirting with you since he can't stop blushing and getting shy. The night would grow late but the two of you can get to talking about personal things, and he's feeling more comfortable with you to the point he's opening up about himself. You've known him for awhile but this was your first official date ever since you two took forever to confess. You can just see the way his eyelights dilate and shape into hearts as he asks to hold your hand. The night is sweet, and he takes you home when you start getting tired

Red:

Bless his soul, he's not really a romantic. Still, he was quick to take note when he heard you throw a comment about how nice it would be to be taken out sometimes. Pitch scolded him to take you somewhere because he knows Red would be lazy, which isn't wrong. Instead, he gets creative. He offers that the two of you go thrift shopping together, picking each other's outfits before straight up going to the mall. Both outfits are awful, the two of you giggling the whole time as he's feeling better that he's able to make sure the both of you have fun. You're both in the photo booth, eating bad mall food, and buying stupid things. He's not good with formal dates so this made things so much easier for him. By the end of it, you're both having a genuinely good time and he's even blushing after you kiss his cheek

Saint:

He's not a planner, let alone a romantic skeleton. To him, whatever you like works for him. However, when he picked up that you wanted a date, he panicked a little internally. He's not grand like the others, so he's going to others for advice. It's actually Red that helped him by asking what you both enjoy. Well, you both like food! So, his first date would be at home for one. He's not good at large events or fancy things, but he offers that the two of you cook dinner together and enjoy watching a movie marathon. He would start by getting the others out of the house and the two of you could work together making dinner and dessert. He's messing with you occasionally, staring at you, awkwardly complimenting you, or listening to you talk about whatever you're interested in, small things like that. Once that's done he would have made a nest on the floor of blankets and pillows, cuddling into you and practically purring as he gets to play with your hair while your eyes are glued to the screen. It's simple, cozy, and he's making sure you're laying on top of him when you eventually fall asleep together. He hopes he did a good enough job for a first date

Dust:

He's a quiet skeleton, a reserved figure. However, he actually went to you when you mentioned going to an aquarium with him some time. He's never been, and he silently lets you know that he's willing to go in order to see what it's like. He's listening to the playlist you have on in the car and you see that he's actually enjoying it by how he's tapping his foot and nodding his head. He doesn't complain when you take his hand, guiding him inside before you both are eventually inside. You've never seen him so still when he's shown the beautiful sea creatures, his frame glued to watching them before you coax him to see the next sight. You're holding his hand and you feel him squeeze it when you ask if he's liking it. To your surprise, he pulls out a very delicate but simple necklace he bought before the date, and you feel his phalanges placing it around your neck. He's a lot closer to you, his hands resting on your shoulders when he's done and admiring how it looks. You hear him mutter something, and when you ask what he says he pulls you into a very tender hug and simply just says. "Thank you for taking me today," And the rest of the date goes smoothly even if it was spent where he was listening to you explain things to him. It was a very special date to him, and he's blushing under his hood when you both go home. He didn't want to tell you that he actually said how you look just so pretty in the lighting of the aquarium wearing that necklace he gave you. No, that's too embarrassing, and he's too scary to be saying stuff like that, right? Right...?

do you have any soulmate au headcanons for any characters? Maybe for powder if you do? 🥺

Also do have you a Kofi or anything for tips?

Oh I sure do! I have plenty, but with such a kind request for Powder, I can write some down here while I'm working on a writing for Stretch! As a treat, I'll even add two other Sanses teehee

And no, I do not, simply because it's never occurred to me! Maybe one day, but I honestly love just having people interacting and asking things like this! It makes me happy and motivates me. Please keep asking questions if you have them, they just make my day twice as better. Enjoy the headcanons below!! :-))

Powder:

- He wasn't sure what it was when he first met you, but he was quick to detect that you were someone he wanted to befriend.

- His guard is lowered in your presence, and he's content with this information. After all, you're just so...good to be around

- He is a bit more protective of you than he realizes, especially when he sees you talking with someone that he doesn't like

- Every small, minuscule touch you give is something that sends jolts through him, and it excites him. He tends to even find ways just to feel contact with you

- He doesn't notice how shy and nervous he gets around you, but when it's pointed out he'll act like it's nonsense. He's just so giddy around you and shy, his confidence wavers in your presence

- Please, if you're stressed about something, he'll handle it for you. He wants to take care of you, pamper you even with words of affirmation. No one as wonderful as you should feel incompetent or bad about something when you simply need someone to support you

- He's oblivious to how he feels for most of the time up until he realizes that he likes you, but he won't take initiative since he doesn't want to scare you or ruin anything. He won't even mention soulmates to you, let alone comment on things that could imply that he's thinking about you romantically

Carmine:

- He's very in tune with his emotions and when he felt that first wave of attraction, he thought that something was wrong with him. His soul just tugged right against his ribcage and he knew something was off

- He's more guarded around you because he doesn't like losing control of his emotions, and he tends to keep his distance at first since that's his biggest defense. However, when you are around? His stress feels lighter and his body feels fuzzy

- He's the quickest to be defensive for you about something, protective to the degree he is with Rus. His soul tells him that it can trust what you say, and he's willing to listen to his soul on the matter. Even if he throws quick quips at someone, he'll intimidate them in order to make someone not bother you anymore

- He's already standoffish about touch, but the first time your hand placed itself on his shoulder in consolation and concern, that feeling was there again and he feels nervous about how addicting the sensation is. He won't ever pull away, but he won't initiate it and he gets more unsure when it's not just the two of you

- He wants to know more about you, try to figure out why he feels so good around you. He's so oblivious even if he's one of the quickest to detect that you clearly have a sway on him and his emotions. He won't bring up soulmates to you, but it's something he analyzes so hard about

Razz:

- Like Powder, he's going to find ways to stop you from getting overworked. He'll scold you if you push yourself too hard and he'll finish tasks for you even if you insist that you can do it yourself. He's capable and subconsciously he feels that he should show you that fact as a way to let you rely on him more

- He felt disoriented when meeting you, as if you were a balm to the chaos of his soul and mind. He always falters in your presence and you have the ability to suddenly get him to listen

- He made it obvious he wanted to be around you, going so far as to outright shove the other Sanses in order to get closer

- A touch from you is a breath within his nonexistent lungs. Not quite a jolt, but something that feels cold and warm all at once. He's addicted to it, and he's much more open about touching you when he can and when you allow it. He's almost needy

- He's been made fun of for being on his best behavior when you're around, but he was quick to realize why he feels this way around you. He's not as obsessive about why he feels a certain way in comparison to Carmine, even if he denies it for awhile, and so he's able to guess that you're...his. This is why he wants to be good for you

- He will be outright nasty to anyone that bothers you, confronting them and demanding that they apologize. You don't deserve that treatment, and he's going to make them see that

- He's definitely the jealous type, but he gets embarrassed about it since he already struggles with how he feels so much for you. He won't ever confess his feelings unless you coax it out of him, and even then he's frustrated with himself. Still, he'll apologize if he sees that he's upsetting you. He's not the best at it, but he'll try. For you.

Loud and clear y'all, I'm now going to ask one more thing from you guys.

Which trope should I write about him and reader?

Teeth

Just some Rus x Reader

CW: some suggestive stuff :-)

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"You're a weirdo, y'know that right?” “Shhh, I'm not! I'm just curious, is all!” “mhm,”

Rus’ response was promptly cut off at the feeling of your hands touching his mouth. He had sharp teeth, uniquely shaped in comparison to the others inside the home. And, since you both are so comfortable with one another, you asked to explore them. Little weirdo.

He felt your hands prying his lower jaw open, the pad of your thumbs pressing against the tip of each edge of each special tooth. Your eyes were wide as you tilted your head and adjusted his skull to your will, his jaw slack so as to not accidentally bite down on you. “Hold still,”

He hums but does not listen, his eyes averted as he feels his head leaning into your hands. “Hey, I said hold still,” He once again hums, muttering, “m’sorry,” He lied, of course, only to feel your eyes glaring up at him half-heartedly. You went back to looking at his teeth as you traced an outline on the golden tooth he had, your eyes dilated.

He couldn't help but focus on those eyes of yours, your face, your touch. He didn't want to admit that he was quite comfortable with feeling your hands so close to his mouth, so he kept that weird feeling down. You were so pretty, he was starting to blush more heavily now.

Your other hand placed itself on his shoulder, your grip there to not accidentally fall into him as he patiently sat on the couch and you stood over him. “So cool,” he heard you mumble, and he couldn't help but snort as his shoulders were jostled.

His phalanges, as sharp as they were, barely dug into your skin as he was careful to hold them in place. His tongue rolled out and bumped against the softness of your flesh, and Rus swore he felt you flinch. He wasn't going to be so bold as to mess with you completely like Cash would, but it was tempting. He was too shy to do that though, and instead he grinned when you recoiled with a look of partial disgust.

“Ewww!”

He felt his smile form into a wider one as he suppressed laughing, if not only a little bit. He liked to mess with you, at least a little. He leaned forward, faking out that he was going to lick your face as you yanked your face away. “What's the matter, darlin', hm? Ya don't want a little lovin?” “Eugh- you're gross-! Wait- ew, don't you dare-!”

He snorted, and he knew that he distracted you enough to not notice how he had almost got too excited. Too excited. When he finally managed to lazily pull you closer with ease, he had already rolled his tongue back as the smell of maple and cigarettes pooled around the two of you. “Sorry, m'sorry,” He laughed, even if he only partially meant it. He didn't want you too mad at him now.

You weren't even commenting as he pulled you to sit on his lap, which he found delightful. He quickly wrapped you up inside his large, black coat as he felt you adjusting to straddle his legs as he leaned back onto the couch. “No you're not,” You huffed, which only let him snicker as a result.

“Well I do mean it, darlin', I do,” He replied, arms looped around you as he clung onto you, feeling your face not quite lean on him entirely due to your suspicion that he would probably try to lick you again. “Liar,” “only a little,” He finally got you to laugh a little at that, seeing your chest deflate as you let go of your half-hearted disgust. He liked to see that smile of yours, the unique way your lips curved and the way your teeth bared slightly.

“I knew it,” you claimed, and he simply hummed as he felt your hands move to comfortably drape over his chest. He reached for the remote, quick to throw something on as his eyes drifted away from looking at you so intently. He was happy that you were spending time with him today after being so distracted from the others, and even if he originally planned for something different to happen, he was happy that he got you to finally relax with him. He was a simple skeleton after all, no?

UHIOUASSFHUIEWHDIO killer sans. Please.

I didn't know what exactly to put, but I brewed something up as some x reader! If you want some more Killer don't be afraid to ask for specifics! Thank you for being my mutual and for reblogging me for stuff, you're so cool. I hope you like the gift, I haven't written something about Killer before! Enjo

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“What's the matter, doll? Do you not like it?”

He was cruel, or at least was supposed to be.

You felt his hand pressing against the small of your back as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. You said nothing, your eyes dragging away to meet his sockets. You could see the faint white outline of what was his eyelight flickering, faltering.

You didn't have time to say anything as you were pulled off your feet, resting limp in his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. His phalanges traced around your tummy, rubbing them sweetly as he tilted his head with a wavering smile. You could tell that he was nervous.

What was in your hands was a stuffed animal, small and soft. A gift, he said, that reminded him of you. You felt your eyes water slightly as your fingers pressed into the cats cheeks, your lips parting. When was the last time you have been given a gift?

“Woah, hey, are you crying?” Killer's voice dragged your attention back to him as you looked at him. You could see the smears of black on his cheekbones seem faded as he must've wiped it away to keep the cat plush clean for you. He pulled out some tissues, something he always kept, and he handed it to you.

“I didn't think you'd cry! Did I do something wrong, doll?” “No,” your voice was shaky as you accepted the tissue, only barely using it before you promptly pressed your face against his chest. You could feel the way his bones stuttered beneath the weight momentarily, caught off guard.

“I-I really like it, thank you,” Your voice wavered as you pulled the stuffed animal to your chest, clinging onto it as you tried your best to hide your embarrassment. You didn't see his expression since you were hiding your own, but you felt his hands slowly wrapping around you as you felt the tension in his bones ebb away.

You heard the chuckle he let out as he nuzzled his face into your hair and felt the small spark of magic he must've used to kiss the top of your head. One of his hands trailed up to cup your cheek, squishing the warm flesh as he coaxed you to look up at him. “Thank the stars that you do, I would've had to kiss you better if you didn't,”

You snorted slightly, feeling him lean forward as he peppered your cheeks with small kisses. You felt that your face was dipped in warmth, flush as your teary eyes remained. “Then why are you kissing me now?” “Because I still plan to kiss you, is all,” He cooed mischievously, a smirk forming.

You wanted to throw a retort back at him, to joke about how he must really like kissing you to make so many excuses. However, you felt your eyes widen when he pressed a tender kiss against the softness of your lips. It wasn't his usual type of kiss, something so tender was reserved for a skeleton like him. You softened the same way he did as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing under your eyes as he wiped away a stray tear.

“You're evil,” “Guilty as charged,”

You couldn't tell that he was more nervous than he let on, even if the signs were subtly there. He was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but seeing you get emotional just opened his mind to more possibilities. You're too sweet for him, he wants to just spoil you until you're just as rotten as he is. Instead, he said nothing about his plans, and he remained content with being able to just hold you as he felt your weight shifting to rely on him.

He liked when you relied on him.

Please please please do you have any other headcanons or scenarios or absolutely anything with Powder? I love your interpretation of him so much!!! The falling in love stuff just HHHHHHHRGH my heart, you have no idea. You have such a lovely gift for writing and I'm excited to see more of it, no matter who or what you write about. Thank you so so much!!

AAHHH YES I DO HAVE STUFF!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM!!! Thank you so much for the compliment, that made my day and I'm giggling teehee.

Hmmm, I've thought about this for awhile, so I hope you enjoy! The scenario is just Powder comforting reader when they're feeling left out! It's short, but I found it cute

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"ARE YOU OKAY?"

The words slip past his teeth before he could think, but it seems to be so natural of him to ask. Your focus is quickly plucked away by his voice, so soothing and calm. It's a shame that he asked, especially right now. Oh stars above, you wished you didn't want to cry.

"yeah! Y-yeah I'm....I'm fine, why do you ask?"

You sound as stupid as you feel, and you can tell Powder noticed the way you stuttered immediately. You've never been good at hiding your feelings from him, but you still tried, even if he was looking at you with a scrunched up brow. "ARE YOU SURE?"

"Of course! Seriously, I'm fine, hah-! I was just zoning out."

You try again, this time your lips curving into a false smile as you let out a laugh that felt too forceful. He doesn't answer you, his gaze flickering over to the side. He doesn't have to say anything to know that he recognizes that tone of voice you're using. It's the same one he's used dozens of times before, and the same one he'll use again in the future.

And yet, you see that his furrowed brow eases somewhat, a flicker of softness amidst your turmoil. You're feeling left out, aren't you? His frown slips into a tender smile, and you feel an arm wrap around you as you're pulled against his side. You can't help but shudder against his touch, as subtle as a sensation it was.

"OKAY," He says, the word slow and off-putting on his tongue. He didn't want to let it go, but he was going to for your sake. "DO YOU MIND IF I SIT WITH YOU THEN?" The question is innocent enough, and none of the others paid enough attention to either of you to see the way his phalanges gently rub your arm.

He hears the subtle, shaky breath that escapes you, feels the subtly of your body melting against his side. "N-No, I don't mind. Not at all," you mutter, and your head eases against his chest as his touch trails to rub your shoulder.

In times like these, you couldn't help but appreciate when he noticed that something was wrong, even if you weren't ready to admit it. He didn't pry, not too much, and you appreciated that. He looked at you as his phalanges traced patterns on your shoulder, down your back as he could find all the points of tension in your joints.

"GOOD," He mumbled, "I WAS STARTING TO GROW BORED WHEN I NOTICED YOU WEREN'T PARTICIPATING WITH US." That statement sounded so sincere, and you didn't want to admit how that made a tugging sensation develop in your chest. You looked up at him, and your voice came out strained as you felt a flicker of softness. "Yeah?" "OF COURSE,"

He coaxes you to stand up as he turns to the others, and you don't pay too much attention to what he says as he seems to be making an excuse. You see some of the others glance in your direction with concern, mainly Carmine, who gave you a pointed look, but you just nod your head and he let's it go.

By the time the two of you are walking off outside of the house, you feel slightly dazed since you weren't in the best of moods. He took your hand in his own, and you followed him as he approached the parked vehicles outside. This caused your face to contort, confused. "What are we doing?"

He turns to look at you for a moment, before he turns his skull back to where his motorcycle is parked. The sleek, blue exterior was inviting, but you still were reluctant. "I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU OUT ON A DRIVE, IS ALL!" He promptly stated, as if it were obvious. "YOU NEED TO GET SOME AIR, YOU HAVEN'T REALLY LEFT THE HOUSE IN AWHILE, AND I CAN TELL YOU NEED TO."

You give him an incredulous look, but he looks serious. "I'm fine, really I am..." "TRUST ME, JUST LET ME TAKE YOU INTO TOWN FOR A BIT. I PROMISE THAT THE MOMENT YOU WANT TO GO HOME, WE CAN, OKAY?" He's already grabbing his helmet, but he's placing it over your head as he speaks. His eyelights lock with yours, and you see how they dilate as he tilts his head at you.

He's speaking a bit more softly for you, and you know that he's not stupid. He wants to distract you for a bit. You want to tell him again that really, you're fine. Sure, you felt left out today. And sure, you've been sort of out of it since you've struggled leaving the house the past few days. But then again...

"You promise?"

"PROMISE."

He nods his head vigorously, letting you adjust the helmet as his smile grows twice as big. You can't help but want him to take initiative, and you appreciate that he's doing just that. You both knew that you needed it, and that the fresh air was going to make you feel better.

You let out a huff of a laugh despite yourself, but he's already helping you get on the motorcycle as he's in front, your hands trailing down his back to properly wrap around him, your face pressed against the curve of his spine where you can feel his ecto body already formed for you. He felt slightly squishy, but firm and...safe. He doesn't mention how he can feel your stress almost shedding off your shoulders, his shoulders rolling forward as he keeps his eyes up front.

"YOU WON'T REGRET THIS,"

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CLOSING NOTES: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I wanted to write about him for awhile, and so this was a pleasure!

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and you almost wanted to tell the pathetic thing how stupid it was for him to look so sad, but your naturally stern expression simply softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. Burgerpants wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention, his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh?

He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed out what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort.

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing. The ringing felt suddenly louder, echoing around the skeleton's skull as he felt his soul thrumming in sync.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion as he critically judged you. He then promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently to soothe his heated glare. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him, your voice still stern but less guarded. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved, something you didn't pick up on, not until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he gathered, based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with Pirates, let alone with ordinary men or monsters like him who were not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic had his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted after some reluctance. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, anything really to cut the silence, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. It takes an overworked soul to know another. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up. And even if you did know who he was, your bravery was more commendable.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. He doesn't know why, but he felt the impulsive desire to share his name. "It's Pitch. Pitch Serrif."

You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask for your name, repeat it just the same to him to remember. It rolls off his tongue when he follows after you, smooth and sweet. He wanted to pry further, he figured, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Captain Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. One, two, both fallen as their bodies are nothing but useless, armored shells now. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders back. "'s that so?" He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing out a barked laugh. It mimicked his usual, boisterousness, but the sharp tinge of aggression was apparent. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asked the fool dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest.

Now now now, what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. He had a temper past his eccentric personality, and Burgerpants was testing the waters.

"Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes. He seems to be hesitant to speak, as if he needed to claw the hook out of his flesh and remove the barbed metal

"A good soul, one who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find any indication of exasperated detail, and so instead he pauses his ruthlessly draining running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

.

.

.

From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

Magic and the wonders of Flavor & Scent

Below, I have written my personal headcanons for the color, scent, and flavor for the Sanses. These are the ones I have for the x reader roommates. If you guys wanna ask for personal requests (wink wonk) then don't be afraid to ask.

I'll put it under a suggestive tag as well just in case some of you may want to avoid those. I don't outright do 18+ often, but the comfort of others is important so bam, this is a warning. Anyways, enjoy!

Vanilla: His magic is more of a light blue. It smells of frost and pine while his magic tastes of light vanilla. It's not too overpowering, especially since he doesn't use it often and he has good control of his magic

Powder: His magic is a powder blue, especially since US is more of a pastel world to me. His magic smells of spearmint while his magic tastes like blueberry and cotton candy. It has a bit of a smoother taste

Red: His magic is a dark, crisis red. It smells of burning wood while his magic tastes of cherry limeade. His magic is stronger in tastes due to his LV

Saint: His magic is a cornflower blue despite his red eyelight. His magic smells of veviter and sandalwood while his magic tastes of vanilla and apple. It has a bit of an overwhelming tastes due to his control of magic

Carmine: His magic is carmine red. His magic smells of frost and mint while his magic tastes like red raspberries. It's stronger in taste but smooth, a little overpowering

Razz: His magic is a blue-french violet. His magic smells of sugar and of something electric while his magic tastes like blackberries and dark chocolate. His magic tastes overwhelming with a smooth, strong flavor. It happens to have a tingling sensation afterwards due to the raw power he is on the brink of constantly losing

Wine: His magic is a wine red. His magic smells like pomegranate while his magic tastes like almond and wine. It is not too strong and it happens to have the smoothest in tastes since his magic is under extreme control

Dust: His magic is a slate blue violet shade. His magic smells of leather, citrus, and slightly of tobacco while his magic tastes of vanilla berry and slightly metallic. It's a bit of a tingling sensation afterwards since he has an overwhelming amount of LV. The reason for the hint of citrus is because of Pap's magic being fused with Dust's

Closing Notes: please remember that if you guys do have any asks, please specify and keep it within just x reader since I don't do any other types of shipping on my blog. Thank you for reading and please don't be shy with your asks. I prefer fluff content but the occasional suggestive themes might appear, especially if you guys have requests :-))

Monster Claims and Animal Motifts

So I love animal motifs and I know that depending on the characterization for some of the skeletons, it really influences their personalities.

Example! Stretch. He can be seen as a fox or a bunny for example, while some people think Rus is dog or wolf coded. Idk I think we should think about the other Papyri as well or Sanses. Like Cash! I think he and Coffee are different flavors of cat, y'know? Like I can't explain it. I do know though that I love them all and honestly I wanna see more. The trope in fanfics where they share a "mating" or "acceptance in family" process through collars though is rather interesting. I personally don't do that with my headcanons, but I wish it was explored more and had more depth since some people do it for the more sexual perspectives of it.

And I'm not gonna lie, I really love how monsters have their own scents for magic that they have. Like,,,I love it way too much tbh and I think that mixed with intent, monsters sharing clothing is a form of trust and intimacy. Like, not even in a romantic sense. Like it just shows you find it comforting and I think that monsters offering it to one another express that you hold affection for the other. I think I wanna post my opinion on what each skeleton's magic would smell like (and maybe taste like teeheehehe) and if you want a specific scenario, dont be afraid to send an ask!

im back with another promptt😋😋

Sans and Y/N are coworkers at a company that focuses on tech. They’ve been crushing on eachother for a while and one day, the power goes out. Electronic doors trap them in a room together and the power generator isnt working so the doors wont be open for hours. For funsies, lets say Y/N is scared of the dark. Now, Sans and Y/N are alone, in a dark room, and Y/N needs comfort. Who better than the soft, funny skeleton who may or may not like her back?

(Sorry this ones kinda long😭😭 feel free to skip if u wanna)

Aaahhhh I love this! Oh this is delicious, thank you I'm going to have fun typing this down! GAH, thank you for the ask.

Uhhh CW: descriptions of distress, anxiety attack, etc

It's okay, it's okay it's all okay. You're in the lab, the exact same one you work in every day except for the weekends and holidays. There's no reason to be panicking, not even close. So why do you feel lightheaded? Your breathing was short and choppy and you were sweating even though it's relatively cooler inside the lab. Oh, well maybe the fact that it's dark. And the doors are locked. And you hate both things. Hm, maybe that is what you're panicking about.

.....

This is embarrassing. Why you? Why did the damn generator decide that it wanted to stop working in the middle of your damn shift? Right now, you found that your hands were trembling and your chest felt tight. You were a professional, damn it! Stop shaking. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing at the doors, shaking them as you stared at the little buttons that were usually green or red. Right now they were off entirely. You weren't going to lose your shit. Not now.

Your thoughts were pulled away by a skeletal hand gently sliding around your shoulder and coaxing you to turn around. Oh, it's him. Vanilla. He was here in the same room as you. You felt embarrassed when you flinched at his touch, seeing him pull his hand away as he recoiled. Your thoughts were entangled, trying to rationalize but only making it worse. He seemed to be saying something, but you didn't quite catch it.

"....it's-..ne...are-...kay?...aking..."

"Huh? Sorry, I'm...Sorry I'm not understanding."

You crumpled under his concerned gaze, your eyes and hands immediately dropping down to the ground. You could feel the tension in the air as your shoulders began to shake slightly. You tried to stifle your overtly egregious reaction as best as you could without coming across as suspicious, clearing your throat.

"....Are you-...kay?"

"Oh- yeah. Yeah I'm fine." You forced out, your voice was shaky and unsure as you cringed at your terrible lie. You could practically see it, staunch disbelief overshadowed by intense concern on the skeletons face. But this wasn't his problem, it wasn't his responsibility to deal with. You weren't some sniveling child. A flood of determination filled you as you fought to keep your emotions in check, willing your facade not to crack badly enough that it broke social regulations. You were fine. It's fine.

You stammered out an apology as your face flushed red with humiliation, and you ducked your head back down before straightening up like a bullet. His hand was back to touching your shoulder as you were clasping your hands together so tightly your knuckles were white. "Hey." His voice was gentle, soft, a balm. Your eyes are locked with white, rounded eyelights when you tilt your head back to look at him.

Before you could speak, he was coaxing you to walk. He pulled you down to sit on the floor against the wall, his smile reassuring. He said nothing as he trailed his hands down your arms and down your wrists before he intertwined his hands with your own. You felt a strange hum had reverberated through your skin, a soothing sensation like a purr. You didn't even realize that your eyes were watering until you felt tears slipping past your eyelashes as you blinked.

"Does that feel okay?" He asked, and you felt your face slightly contort into confusion. You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, your throat tightening. "..what?" "I'm trying to share my magic with you, dork." He smiled, and you could see the slight glow between his bones shine a swiss blue. You were confused, but it was light, and pretty. You were silent but you nodded your head. It seems like he was sharing his magic with you so that your soul could be soothed. Funny how that works.

He looked relieved, gently squeezing your hands before relaxing again. "Good. Just focus on that feeling, alright?" You nodded. Stars above did you feel pathetic. Your crush was sitting in front of you and comforting you because you were acting like a mess over the dark. It was embarrassing, and your eyes darted down to stare at how both of your hands were intertwined together. His bone felt smooth, slightly cold.

You've never seen his bones glow like this, and you wondered why. He occasionally used his magic inside the lab, but he never glowed quite like this before. Is this what it looked like when he was extending magic from his soul to someone else? "You look really pretty." You felt the words slip past your lips involuntarily, almost in a slight daze as you did so.

You instantly regretted it when you looked up to see his expression. His eyelights shrank by half a fraction, and his grin twitched upwards into a slightly surprised expression. "What? I look- look pretty??" His face was dusted with a blue hue as he spoke, and in turn your face was flooded with warmth. You tried to correct yourself, but stumbled as you did so.

"Uhm-I meant that your bones-! That your bones are pretty since they're glowing right now. They're bright and blue and uh-" His face only grew more flushed, and yours did as well. He snorted as you tried to fix what you said but ultimately failed. His eyelights grew fuzzy, dilated as he looked at you. "So am I ugly when I'm not glowing?" "No-! No no that's not- you're really pretty-! Always-! Uh- shit I mean-"

He leaned forward and your voice died in your throat as he did so, his face a mere few inches from your own. His expression softened, his eyelights almost threatening to mold into a different shape. For a moment, though you thought it was your imagination, you thought you could see a heart. He pressed his skull against your forehead, and he spoke in a hushed tone. "I think you're pretty, too."

Oh that really did it. Your lips quirked up into a smile, your body going lax as your shoulders dropped. The smell of pine and frost enveloped your senses, something you didn't mind. You couldn't stop your voice from cracking, sounding smaller. "You think so?" "Yeah," He glowed brighter, and somehow the darkness of the lab didn't seem to be so bad. He was like a firefly, a blue nightlight in some ways.

You closed your eyes, your brow scrunching up and your smile widening. "Thank you, I...I appreciate you doing this for me." You slightly could feel your body trembling still, but it was now at a minimum as your breathing slowed. He chuckled, squeezing your hands once more but gentler now. "Of course, anytime. We don't have to talk about this outside the lab if you'd like." He reassured, placing both of your hands on his lap. You opened your eyes to see his face closer now.

"No...I think that... I'd like to. If that's what you think is y'know, okay." You murmured, mustering up any courage you could form. Both of you knew the layers of this conversation, but neither of you seemed to mind. He let go of your hands, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture towards you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and pressing your face against his shoulder. He rubbed your back as he embraced you. "I think that's more than okay, starlight."

Closing Notes: gRAUGHTHGUFUWOSB I loved writing this so much you have no idea how silly I felt as I'm kicking and swinging my feet. I hope this was good enough, I had a lot of fun

Introductions with a Skeleton in a Suit and Tie

Thinking about a fanfic idea where it's the mob skeletons x reader and like like like one set is the one that the reader works for as a bartender and depending on which one they work for it influences the fanfic and stuff. Like, I imagine how whichever one the reader works for definitely would impact the skeletons as well and their perspective on them.

Let me just get this out. For one, I have more Mafia interpretations for other Sanses and Papyri but I'm going wild over the major three AU's Tale, Fell, and Swap. This is a rather simplified idea of what I think the first interactions would go for mob sans. I will work on the others a different time >:)

Bullet and Ace: Mafiatale Sans and Papyrus

Set in the 1920's, you were struggling to earn cash. Working in a shitty city, you dealt with a shitty boss in a shitty backrooms bar that shitty people went to. As time went on, you noticed that monsters would rarely visit, and you understood why. After all, you lived in an area where Humans and Monsters would conflict with one another due to terf wars. The bar, which of course was illegal to work at, allowed Monsters, but it was clear that not many welcomed them. It was common that customers would glare and other workers would be snippy or purposely make mistakes. Quite a few times, you would hear about what would happen when you weren't on shift. It wasn't something you particularly enjoyed, especially since you know that the other workers don't like you too much.

You had a strong opinion on how to treat others, and that was with respect until they disrespected you. You had a confrontational personality, and you weren't afraid to stand up to others because of it. It's not a common trait here in this infected city, where corruption would even destroy the most rational of mind. You have been threatened, jumped, and you have the scars to prove it. You hold this with pride though, even if you've almost died over it.

Don't get it wrong, you were a playful and overall kind Human, but you refused to deal with Humans talking shit about the Monsters here. They have dealt with enough, and if you can help it, you will make sure they can at least have a couple of drinks in peace. In fact, it was your impulsivity and strong sense of beliefs that got you where you are now. You don't regret it though, not one bit.

You have been working at the bar tonight since 10 'o clock. Nothing seemed too out of order today, except that you have been hearing about the whispers of suspicious rumors. Apparently, a new district has moved in, and has already made themselves comfortable in their territory. How this has happened is unknown, but it's quite an open secret for those that do know. You didn't have to guess too long that it was a Monster group, especially with how the folk along the streets have been cursing their names more so than usual.

Your hands went smoothly over the glass as you cleaned with a cloth, your fingers firm yet precise as you did so. Your eyes focused on the intricate details as the sounds of smooth jazz and small talk filled the corners of your mind. ...a Monster group, huh? A part of you wondered how long it would take for you to get fired over getting involved in a fight happening inside the very bar you worked at.

It was clear that something was wrong when you noticed the sudden drop in volume among the customers. You tilted your head up, your hands working subconsciously still to clean each glass properly as you scanned the room. The air held an air of electricity, however faint, and you wondered if it was the tension from your customers or if it was due to the monster walking through the entrance. A short, rather thick boned skeleton directly made his way towards you. He wore a crisp black suit that seemed to pair well with the porcelain appearance of his bone.

He was about 5'5, his shoulders rolled back with ease. If you weren't paying attention, he could've fooled anyone with the wide smile he wore. He moved with a languid, smooth confidence. To you, he looked harmless, but you knew better. There was a strange look in his eye, a curiosity that didn't feel right mixed in with the scent of cigars and pine. He sat directly across from you, nodding his head politely. "May I request an order?" "Of course, and what is it that you'd like to order?" "Hm...do you have Lucky Star on hand?"

Of course you did, rarely did a monster come here, so having a monster drink was a given despite the lack of needing it much. You always made sure it came in with the shipments, even if your other coworkers found it pointless. "Of course," you smiled, turning your back from him to get straight to work. You felt his eyelights staring at you as you did so, but it didn't feel piercing. Rather, it felt like he was looking at you with curiosity, even if it was intently. You didn't turn around though or comment, you've had to shrug off multiple customers doing the same damn thing.

You slid it across the counter and he swiftly caught it, raising his glass towards you with a smile and a slight nod. "Why thank you, do you take gold? I can scrounge up cash if need be," "Sorry sir, but we only take cash." "Not a problem," He was brief, and so you were in return. You watched him pull a small wallet, opening it and handing you a wad of cash. You swiftly dealt with it. "Will that be all, sir?" You asked, only to see a spark in his eyelight. You felt that he was waiting for you to say that.

"Actually," He took a swig of his glass, the beverage a light, translucent blue swirled with citrus and cherry. "I was wondering something, if you'll humor me?" He set his glass down and rested his jaw against the palm of his hand, tilting his head to the side. He didn't wait for an answer. "Do you know what types of jokes skeletons make?" This left you a little confused, raising your brow as you took a moment to process what he said. Huh?? "I-I'm...pardon?" "Well, don't keep me waiting, what kind?"

You had to think for a moment, but nothing came up. You shrugged your shoulders slightly and spoke. "I do not know sir, what kind?" "Humerus ones, of course." You took a moment to understand, and the side of your lip twitched before you tried to suppress your smile. "Excuse me?" "Though, bad ones go into the skele-bin." You found that your mouth smiled involuntarily, your features trying to remain composed. "What's the matter? Do humans not have a funny bone?" He just kept on going, didn't he? The twinkle in his eyes revealed enough, and as a small noise escaped you, his grin only widened.

"Tibia-honest, I thought you had one in you. But I guess you're like me, things just go right through you, huh?" Before you could stop yourself, a snort left your lips as you pressed a hand over your mouth. He leaned on the counter some more, his eye sockets scrunching up as if the bone worked differently than a Humans. "Was that a laugh? Oh I think it was, I can feel it in my bones. No-body here seems to understand me, but you do."

By now, you couldn't keep your composure, and he was eating it up. "S-Sir, please-" "What? Am I being a numb-skull? Forgive me if so, I'm just a little bonely," Oh no no no. You instantly let yourself speak, and you would say you regret it if that was true. "I'm not tired of this yet, sir, but your puns are bad to the bone," "Guilty as charged," He chuckled, a visible tension you didn't see before leaving him. You wonder if he was trying to ease the tension that so easily filled the bar in his presence, but it was working for him thankfully. "Please, I need to remain serious," "Why? I don't have the stomach to stop myself,"

Your own laughter filled your ears among the quiet jazz in the bar and you missed the way he looked at you. For a moment, if you were able to notice, you would have seen the joy and relief in his features, and maybe a small tint of blue. "Please?" "Okay okay, this might be getting a little bone dry if I don't stop. My name is Bullet, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bullet, what a name. Well, you figured that it was better than a name like Robert for a skeleton. Maybe Monsters had a different custom for names, you wouldn't question it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, sir-" "Please, call me Bullet," "-Okay, Bullet. What's a skeleton like you doing around here, hm? Not like it's my business though." You inquired, before you noticed the slight shift in his posture.

"Ah, well, I just so happened to find this place while wandering around. I'm new to the area." He said with an averted gaze, his phalanges slightly fidgeting with his tie, which you just noticed was done incorrectly. He looked so at ease, which confused you when you could see the tension in his hands. You were more acute than the average Human, since it's kept you away from danger, so these things didn't pass you. His response was brief though, honest. "I suspected as much, you're...nicer than my usual," You joked, and his white eyelights flicker back to you. They had a pretty tint to them, ever faint, of a blue similar to the stone on his silver chained broach. Topaz, you suspected, which was a swiss blue. What a gem, those don't come cheap. It made you wonder what made a skeleton who could afford such a thing to come to this shit hole of a bar?

It seemed to do the trick for him to smoothly slide away from himself, and he grabbed that opportunity with a swift efficiency. "Oh? Please, do share what you mean." You brushed off the fact he subtly was uncomfortable about talking about himself. You were the same way for your personal life, so you wouldn't dare think of prying. Remaining decisively oblivious has gotten you far in life, after all. "Didn't you feel the clear emotion of friendship and joy of this bar on your way in?" You asked with exaggerated shock and sarcasm.

He snorted a laugh, before he raised a bonebrow(?) at you. "Okay okay, I get it. No need to be like that now," He relented, raising his palms up in mock defeat. "I'm just surprised you think of me kindly enough to comment on it," He confessed, before he grabbed his drink. He hasn't chugged down his drink, you noted. Usually, Monsters who felt unwelcomed in bars like this would make sure to take their glass and finish it off quickly. Instead, he kept that languid ease, relaxed as he took his time to savor each drink. You suddenly were struck with a thought. How could he drink when he's a skeleton? That felt invasive to ask though.

"Well, Bullet, folks around here aren't known for their manners. You've been a great customer, and it's a pleasure to serve you." You replied kindly, straightening up as you went back to cleaning glasses behind the counter. You kept yourself facing him however, to show your interest in socializing. "I hope that you know that I find you nicer than my usual as well, then," Bullet commented, his phalanges plucking a cherry from inside the glass before he popped it behind his permanent smile. "Kinder too, with excellent manners and excellent humor."

You barked out a laugh at that, but you believed him when he complimented you with sincerity. "Excellent humor? Your puns are awful," "But I got you to laugh, didn't I? I count that as a certified win!" He proudly exclaimed, placing his hand on the counter as he straightened and pointed your way while holding the glass. "Don't ignore what else I said though, too. You're an excellent bartender."

You haven't felt this comfortable with a customer in awhile. If you were to describe it in detail, you'd best describe it as if a warmth orbited the two of you. There, a lack of the outside world made things feel all the better. You leaned your arm against the counter, bent forward as you raised an eyebrow. "Well thank you, I try. I know this part of the city is harsher to folks like you. Please know that you're welcome here by me anytime,"

He seemed to appreciate that, with how his eyelights grew a little fuzzy around the edges and dilated ever so slightly. It felt natural to get along with the skeleton, even if it started a little strange. He tilted his head upwards, leaning closer. He didn't invade your space, but it was crystal clear to you that he could practically wrap his hand around your shoulder if he wanted to. His smile softened, and he kept his eyes locked onto your own. "You're truly a dear, I'll keep that in mind..." His voice softened to a smoother tone, as if he wanted to say something more. Alas, he didn't get the chance to.

His phalanges twitched suddenly, and your eyes broke from his as you glanced behind him. The rest of the bar seemed to be normal except for the few lingering glares of drunken idiots in the corner tables. They seemed to be growing silently more worked up, muttering amongst themselves as the sensations of malice were directed to both of your way. His eyes flickered towards their direction without turning his head, before he glanced back at you. His gaze lingered on your eyes, before he glanced down at your chest and then slowly to your hands. He extended his hand forward, careful as he offered it to you.

You accepted it of course, and you knew what he was going to say before he spoke. "For now, though, I think I've started to overstay my welcome." He hummed, your tongue clicking behind your teeth for a moment in silent but begrudging acceptance. "That's quite a shame. I was starting to wonder what else I'd get to learn about you." You felt his thumb pressing against the back of your hand, rubbing it subconsciously. He pulled your hand to his face, and for a moment you were confused.

You weren't for long however, as you felt a tingling sensation pressing against the back of your hand. Was that...a kiss? He looked up at you and winked playfully, before he shook your hand with a controlled firmness. "I guess you'll have to wait. You don't mind doing that, do you?" He smirked, his natural charm causing you to snort. You felt the warmth in your cheeks, but you couldn't help but give him a purely honest smile that seemed to warm the skeletons bones. "I don't, I don't mind at all. You have to promise to come back though, alright? Who else can give me such awful puns and good companionship?"

He let go of your hand with some reluctance, as if he wanted to linger in your warmth. You felt a little sad to see him go, but he quickly reassured you. "You really know how to put a skeleton in a corner, huh? You strike a hard bargain, though, so I'll bite. I promise that I will, as long as I can find you, okay?" He asked you, adjusting his suit as he pulled out a cigar from his inside pocket. He didn't light it, though, perhaps due to some manners of his. You nodded your head, your eyes crinkling slightly as you straightened up yourself.

"It's a deal then. Get home safely, alright?" He winked at you again, a bonebrow raised as he chuckled. "I can handle myself perfectly fine. Don't waste your time on me, okay? I have a few tricks up these sleeves, danger passes straight through me."

"You already used that joke, Bullet."

"Point taken."

He waved to you as he turned away, the heel of his shoes causing him a swift turn as he had the last word of your first interaction. "Farewell, I'll see you again soon..." If only you realized how soon, maybe then you would have had time to prepare how this skeleton was going to change your life for the better...

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Closing Notes: Oh this was longer than I anticipated. I had fun though, and I hope you guys enjoy what idea I had in mind when typing this. Thank you for reading, please tell me what you guys think :-))

Y/N who can see Dust!Sans papyrus. Papyrus, aiming to fix Dusts loneliness, lures her to him. (This can take place in a bad sans trio universe where dust just hops AU’s for funsies)

Ohohoho I appreciate the specifics, it helps me with knowing what you want. This'll be fun :-]‼️💥

Be warned, my silly ass actually has a fun interpretation for Papyrus when it comes to Dust and him. And for the sake of some plot hole answers, I'll give you a little treat when it comes to soulmates being involved. So, hopefully you'll like this take on it!

Hm. Something is wrong, very wrong. Where is he? Where is he where is he where is he where- no. no. This is normal. Paps always had a strange way of disappearing occasionally. His magic must be low, he hasn't dusted anyone in awhile. He has Saint and Killer, which keeps him company at least. Sure, Killer is a pain in the ass, but it's better than being alone. It's not like he needed to constantly hear his brother scolding him, but he feels a little emptier now. That's a whole part of his soul. One speck of his dust leaving his soul is a rare occurrence, a rare one indeed. Pap wouldn't use this to disappear somewhere though, right?

...

Where the fuck is he? It's getting awfully more uncomfortable for him when it's time to sleep, he can't focus on anything other than him. His one true companion, the one last remains of his own universe. For fucks sake he's been even confronted by Nightmare about what has been bothering him. Saint knows. Of course he does. Saint can tell that the absence of-...someone is affecting him. It's not like Paps doesn't appear every now and again, when his magic is strong. It's a small perk for his brother, especially since Dust is usually the only one who can see him. Killer asked him about his brother too, but he couldn't stop himself from walking off when he did.

Where is he? Why has he been gone for so long? Why? Why why why why why wh-

.....

He wants him to come back.

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Lately, you've been having strange dreams. Or... hallucinations?? It always happens at night, and you swear that it's not a normal thing for you to see a floating skull talking to you. Papyrus was his name. Ah- yes. That's a name that you haven't heard before, but it's pleasant. He's pleasant. Right now, he is talking to you about what used to be his favorite hobbies.

"Truly, I actually never could master how to cook spaghetti! It's not like it's my favorite food- that's dinosaur oatmeal- but everyone else likes it!! I always ruined it, but somehow my brother would eat it-"

"Brother?" You chipped in, interrupting his ramblings. He didn't seem to mind, his empty eye sockets seemed to somehow gleam when you asked. You were sitting up in bed, and he floated across from you with his gloved hands moving theatrically as he waved away an invisible line of thought. His mandibles opened as he grinned. He always had such a charming yet slightly off-putting smile.

"Yes, of course!! He's my older brother. He's still alive, actually! He goes by a different name nowadays, and he's...changed over time. But-!" Papyrus' skull leaned forward, his hands leaving a strange cold sensation that felt like icy air embracing your hands. You don't know why your chest made a strange feeling bubble up. "He's still a very kind skeleton. I wish you could meet him," He finished, his voice slightly softening from his usual boisterous tone. You smiled at this, tilting your head to the side as you humoured this idea. You wanted to know more about this skeleton and his apparent brother, but it's not like you didn't believe him. It's just that a part of you still clung onto the idea that you just happen to be having multiple strange dreams of the same skeleton with different conversations.

"Yeah? Well...what is he like? How much has he apparently changed?" You inquired, which seemed to cause Papyrus to hesitate. "Ah-...well. He used to be laid-back, happy. I remember how he happened to be quite popular and loved by others, with his charm and all. I found it irritating when he would prank me, spew nothing but lame puns, but nowadays I-....I miss those times. He's more...-"

One gloved hand waved slightly, as if he was trying to conjure up a description.

"Reserved now. He struggles with taking care of himself and connecting with others. He did something really...bad, a long time ago. He hasn't been the same sense, and sometimes it worries me. I think that someone like you could get through to him though!" "Why's that?"

Papyrus didn't answer quickly, and you didn't miss the slight spark of delight in his eyes. "I can just tell." He quipped, the hand that hasn't held yours now placed atop your head. If you were honest, it felt more physically present than before, as if his body started to solidify some more as his appearance becomes less hazy. "You're a good person, I think he needs someone to show him some of the good in things."

You felt your tongue click behind your teeth, a huff of laughter escaping your parted lips. Your ears tingled slightly, his words leaving your chest quivering for a moment as your grip became looser. "Well, thank you Papyrus," You let go of his ghostly hand after not saying anything for a minute, before you leaned back against the safety of your pillows. You rolled over on your side but still facing him as he adjusted himself to the side of the bed. "I haven't...I haven't heard someone tell me that in a long time." You finally settled on saying. Your eyes were hazy, and it seemed to click for Papyrus that you didn't want to explore that part of the conversation any longer.

He also noted the way your soul hummed through your ribcage, a special sight only he could see without complications. Who would've thought that you were his brother's soulmate? It was such a pleasant find, an accidental incident that not even Dust noticed. Thankfully, he caught it, saw the glowing of your soul from so far away. You were truly someone he found delightful to be around, and he knows that Dust would think the same thing, even if he would be stubborn about it at first.

He patted your head as your eyes started to close, his voice now a whisper. "Well, I'm glad that I was able to share my thoughts with you. Get some rest now, okay? I'll be back tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" "Mnh...yeah, that sounds...that sounds nice. Thank you again, Papyrus....Goodnight..."

"Goodnight,"

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"Where have you been?!?" Dust couldn't help but shout, his hands gripping onto Papyrus' scarf and aggressively twisting it around. He had been collecting LV to try and get Papyrus back, only for him to now show up after a few weeks. "Do you know how confused I was? Worried?"

Papyrus didn't answer immediately, instead tapping his fingers against where his arms would be if he had any. Right now, he was still mostly transparent. He wasn't the only one though, with how Dust was trembling as his voice cracked slightly. He always fidgeted with his scarf when nervous. "I was spending time with a friend!!" He claimed with conviction. "A friend?" "Yes! And I think you'd love to meet them!"

Dust couldn't believe what he was hearing. A friend? From so far away? He was traveling multiple timelines, AU's, all to find Paps. And yet apparently that's where he has been this whole time? With a friend? He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows squished together. He quickly tried to look indifferent, or at least more mad than he actually was. Papyrus wasn't falling for it though, he never did. "How did you even meet someone?" "Simple: I met them when I decided to travel back to where our timeline would be!" Papyrus was quick to dismiss, but Dust only frowned further.

"Why would I even want to? For one, we're always traveling, Pap. We're told not to get attached to anyone, you know this." Dust tried to rationalize, pacing now in his room as his hands kept fidgeting with the scarf. He's now resorted to pacing because he has too much on his mind, but he feels a cold touch to his head and it pulls him back momentarily. Papyrus has now drained some energy from Dust, his physical form more solid, visible to him.

"Brother. Please, I am aware. But trust me, this is for your own good. I really think that you simply must meet them, at least once." Dust felt Papyrus placing his other hand on his shoulder, his upper body slightly bent down to be more at eye level. Papyrus knows what will happen if Dust does meet you, but he wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. With the years passing of living with Sans, with who he is now, he's learned how to speak to him. He's no longer the easily swayed skeleton who would do anything on a whim. But, Papyrus isn't the same either.

"...Please?"

"....Pap,"

"....Do they really mean this much to you?"

"Sans."

Dust winced at the name.

"Yes, they do. I really think you'll like them."

"...Fine, fine."

Dust felt the cold touch of Papyrus when he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight with a giddy laugh. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! YOU WON'T REGRET IT!"

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Regret is not the right word he would use. No, regret would imply that he wishes that he never met you or something along those lines. No, he just wishes that he didn't meet you at this point in time when he's who he is now. When he entered an old timeline of his, he found that his soul felt instantly off. Not a bad feeling per say, but more...calm? He's never been too calm ever since the human fell all those years ago. But as his brother spoke, a white noise at the moment, he felt that he couldn't focus. His attention was pulled somewhere else, but Papyrus was able to help him with this.

You were prettier than he expected, but of course he couldn't say anything when you were at the moment losing your shit. Papyrus told him to teleport, a big mistake honestly since he's never been here, but Papyrus has. Papyrus, however, is not of this physical world. So when he teleported, guess what?? He fell straight from the ceiling, mid air. Thanks Papyrus, you're so much help. You had so gracefully been awake already, but you were in a separate room. You had run straight from the bathroom, your hair disheveled and your toothbrush hanging sideways from your opened jaw.

Sadly he couldn't admire you for too long before he had a toothbrush flung straight at his face and directly messing with his vision. Papyrus had to immediately drain him of his magic in order to become more translucent of reflected light and full bodied. Heourgh, he felt less energetic immediately, but at least the floor was quite comfortable. He didn't bother straightening up, not if it meant you'd throw something else at him. It's not a great first greeting with his soulmate, he'd apologize if he wasn't so tired. Papyrus was right, he would like you.

His soul was pumping, singing practically as he was able to feel the wavelengths of your soul. You didn't seem to fully notice, but he did. He noticed since his soul felt calmer, happier, and much more....in love? What a strange feeling, his soul is so used to the LV he has, the motivation, the constant distress and guilt. He's never felt so light, but maybe that's because he's lightheaded from teleporting and falling. You seemed to be calming down since Papyrus was there and easing your panic. Thank the stars he's here. He wishes he met you sooner, or maybe in a different timeline where he was...normal. Would the others accept this? Would they be considered your soulmates too? He's never been great at sharing. He doesn't want to drag you in the multiverse mess that is his life, but leaving you alone after this isn't an option.

Stars above you were so pretty. Your voice sounds like the pluck of strings tied to a harp, or a guitar. Filled with emotion, a world of thoughts and history behind them. He hopes you'll like him too. He doesn't want to be scary to you, but he knows that he is. He could be less mean? Maybe you like things that he likes, he can like things you like. He can try to be better if it means you won't find him scary, if you can trust him. Right now you were coming over to him, apologizing but clearly weary. Hey, at least you weren't dumb enough to get too close, he is a stranger after all.

He is so happy that his brother convinced him to meet you. Yeah, regret isn't the word he'd use. It's just going to be complicated. That's okay, he can wait, patience is a skill on his part. Even if things don't work because you don't end up liking him, he at least met you. This quiet in your presence has been so pleasant, still as a pond and soothing. He's thankful for at least this moment of tranquility deep within his soul. His brother already told him your name, but he doesn't want to be weird.

"...The name is Dust, I didn't mean to fall in your bedroom. Not a great introduction, huh?"

Oh would you look at that, he was talking! He doesn't do that often. He is suddenly insecure about the rasp in his voice. You don't seem to mind though, and in fact you smile. Oh wow. Your smile. You seem less scared, that's great. He'd do anything to keep that smile on your lips, anything at all... Too bad he passes out before you can respond. Great job, Dust.

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Closing Notes: This took forever to type but I think I'm happy with it! I was busy, and a little unsure of how I wanted to type this. I hope you like this, vamp, you're so cool and this was fun. Don't be shy to ask for more stuff! I just wanted to write you a little more plot since you asked such a specific request for a skeleton hehe. Thank you :-)

how do you think the skeles would react to a vampire s/o??

Ooo how fun of a question! I've been brewing with ideas for awhile about this, especially since I have my own ideas for a vampire au with the skeletons. But here? I can have a bit of fun with this. Thank you for the idea >:]

Also-! Since you didn't specify which skeles you wanted, I'll do the main three! If you want some more, don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy

TW/CW: Blood and injury

Imagine it, you owning a home that was lavishly designed and catered to your every need. When you ended up getting injured, you didn't expect yourself to get stuck with monsters who would love you. He couldn't look at you in the eyes sometimes, but to him you're just too beautiful for him to.

To Note: this is during the early 1800's MWAHAHAHA I need the vibe

Vanilla: He didn't realize that you were a vampire at first when you stumbled across him. To him, you looked dangerous, however. He didn't know quite what it was that made him think that, but he was more than willing to tend to your wounds when he found you. The blood on your clothes wasn't just yours, but he didn't dare ask too many questions when he saw your defensiveness. He's just a commoner who happened to have a brother who asked to let you stay. That was enough for him. ...You had pretty eyes, a pretty laugh. When you tilted your head up in the candlelight, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed, he couldn't help but find himself trying to get you to smile more. Weeks pass, he starts to see you more as you bring gifts of food to him and he gets you to laugh more despite your original serious state. It's not until one night, he finds you. You, wearing a red that made him fear you. But when you found him, you had a look of hunger and desperation to you. You found your way to clawing up his clothes as you made your way inside his cabin and pleaded with him. You needed help, needed food, needed him. He was unsure, but....you needed the help. You promised that you would understand if he was disgusted with you, but you needed just one more request for help. He... couldn't say no. So even if it hurts when you sink your fangs into his shoulder, when you clung onto him as you stay beside him, he runs his phalanges through your soft hair and lets you eat. He was tired afterwards, but you thanked him and even helped clean his wounds. You wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. Of course, he'd do anything for you. He loved you, and when he was able to see you again, he made sure to let you know that. It's not something he expected, but if it's who you are, who is he to turn away? The two of you still talk, hang out. You rarely feed on him unless desperate, but you have come to realize that magic blood is much different than human blood. Much more...sweet. So when you come knocking at his door, when you find your way to embrace him in his bed, the two of you can simply lay there for hours, comfortable in each other's presence. He loves you, and in truth you love him, even if neither of you say it out loud.

Cyperus: Out of all the things that he's learned, the most important one to him was to remain kind and to help others. So, when he saw you, running away from danger, it was his first reaction. The blood you wore like a shawl wrapped around your flesh didn't seem to just be your own, but it was clear that you were in distress. He hid you from the guards, the very same ones he aspired to be some day. He stood where he was visible as you hid away, confronted by them. If they had noticed the blood on his leather boots, they would've known something was wrong. When they fled to another location due to his misguidance, he did....hesitate to return to your side. The guards told him that they were on the hunt for a vampire, they needed to kill it. By the expression you had on your face, you were that vampire. But you had looked frightened, clearly injured. He wasn't going to hand you over though, not when it was clear that you needed help. When they left, he made sure to check over your wounds. Holy stars you looked bad, bloody and battered. You were staring at him, he knows you heard what the guards shared. But he didn't dare bring it up, not when you clearly needed healing first. He asked to take you to a healer, a trusted one. You were reluctant, but why would you not trust the monster who just helped you? Before you both fled, he felt the tender touch of your hands on his cheekbones. He tried to ask what you were doing, but you had already pressed a kiss against his cheek before he could speak. Softly, softly you thanked him. Holy shit. Cyperus had to maintain composure, and so he did, even if his skull was a pretty shade of orange and pink hues. You were fixed up that same night, and when you got the rest you needed, Cyperus remained by your side. He held your hand, even with the small glances made his way from the doctor. That was fine with him, he wanted to make sure you felt safe. Yes, you could defend yourself, but sometimes the strong needed help too. It didn't take long for him to befriend you, and even if there was a mutual pining, it flowed naturally. He covered for you, kept you out of the guard's presence since he knew their schedule, and overall kept you in good company. He was delighted to see that Vanilla and you got along as well. Two kind souls can easily flow through magic beyond flesh and bone, two of unique connection. The first time you required blood, it was from a sense of trust. He trusted you to not harm him, and you promised to take care of that trust with utmost attention. You rarely feed in his presence, but it's clear to you that he doesn't mind being the monster you go to when you need it. He loves to help, and you love his dedication. Love here grows smoothly, sweetly, even if there are moments of fear from your end since you don't want to hurt him.

Red: The blacksmith. Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to go drinking that night. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start talking to you when he saw you sitting in the corner by yourself. He wanted to get to know you, he wanted to give some lonely person company. He didn't expect to feel his soul thumping when he saw your face underneath your cloak, didn't expect to start stuttering as he talked. He got you to laugh though, got you to look less nervous. He found you a little off-putting though, despite not commenting on it. Looking back, he should've been more weary like his brother would suggest. But he wanted to be sincere with you, wanted to refrain himself from judging you since he wouldn't want someone to do the same to him. When he ended up getting more drunk with you beside him, the two of you getting progressively obnoxious, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping an arm around your shoulder and getting more comfortable. You did the same, getting comfortable in turn. The two of you didn't seem to even realize that you both were wasted, didn't realize the drunken promises made as the two of you stumbled into his bed. Not much happened, of course, except that he was bitten. He panicked a bit, but he was too drunk and could only stiffen before he found his eyelights shrinking a fraction of their usual size. You were cuddling beside him, peppering his neck with kisses, before you sank your fangs in. He saw the blood, but when he asked what you were doing, you seemed to snap out of it before apologizing. You told him the truth, spilling out your secrets like you spilled the blood of others. You were both drunk, and you apologized with a kiss on the wound and told him that you got carried away. He just smelled so sweet, you didn't think about your actions at the moment. He appreciated the truth, and he himself was not sober enough to handle the situation. He decided that you both need to just sleep for now, deal with it in the morning. He wasn't going to admit that a part of him was excited when you did bite him, but he was nervous all the same. You were a vampire, but he didn't feel the desire to report you. So when you both woke, he let you sleep when he was the first to wake. You were beautiful, sweet, and funny. Maybe it could work out. When Pitch found you both, however, he had to explain to him that nothing intense happened. When Pitch kept side eyeing him, however, the two had to talk later on about how Pitch seemed to already know you. However, the two of them resolve it later on, and the two of them are content with knowing what you are. They'll make it work And they did. He reassures you. He promises that he doesn't mind, he doesn't regret knowing you. He'll make sure you stay safe, and you make sure he stays safe in return. You love each other, you both just need to make adjustments.

Pitch: You didn't mean to frighten him, and he can tell the sincerity in your voice is in fact genuine. Still, he didn't expect to stumble across you when he was injured from an unfortunate situation. You looked so ethereal under the light of the moonlight, but he held back his tongue. You held an air of allure, but he still scrambled on the ground as blood seeped out and stained his shirt. He didn't want to look scared, but he knew that you could tell that he was weary. When you bent down, crouched in front of him, you extended your hand to him and still offered...kindness. He didn't realize that accepting your help would lead him to a path he would never expect. You cleaned his wounds, you worked with precision when you helped him stumble back to your home. It was closer, and by his hesitance to let you know where he lived, you didn't mind a guest. He could see that there was a....strangeness to you though. When you cleaned his wounds, you would hesitate to touch him and your staring wasn't just because you found his wounds hideous. He wasn't stupid, he knows that you're lying when you say that it's just because you don't want to hurt him. With his reservations in mind, he would ask questions, and you would only ask your own. Okay, that's fair. He found his guard lowering slowly, and when you were done you offered to let him sleep in a guest bedroom. He was reluctant, but you assured him when you told him that it has a lock from the inside. Too injured to walk back home, he simply gave in. Time passed after this event, and occasionally he would see you when he wandered around at night. You were still odd, and he was still guarded, but nothing much happened. He kept his knowledge about you from Red, not telling another soul of how he knew you. But you got him to feel comfortable over time, you even got him to smile at you a few times. He knew that something was off about you when you first met, but he didn't expect to see you in the dirt and hidden under bushes with your body injured and your eyes red as ruby. You had helped him though when he was injured, and even if you seemed to crave blood, he saw your self control and he saw your vulnerability. He wasn't going to take advantage of that by reporting you to the guard or killing you himself. No, he instead took you home and cleaned your wounds. You were starving, and as he wrapped your arm in linen, it was tense. Before he could stop himself though, he offered his blood to you. He saw your uncertainty, your resistance to the idea. But he insisted, especially because he didn't want you to die or hurt someone else. You must accept it, he won't let you leave otherwise. It hurt more than he expected when your clawed nails dug into his bone and your teeth found its way to his collarbone. He didn't scream though, didn't do anything but flinch as he clenched his fists. You fell asleep right as you finished, too full and too tired. He had to clean his own wound and carry you to bed, but he didn't mind. He would take care of you, like you took care of him. It was an unspoken understanding that you two had after this event, that the two of you would carry loyalty and devotion to one another. Keep each other safe, and keep each other close. He loves you, even if he doesn't say it. It takes him a bit to accept your words when you tell him that you love him, but when he looks at you the way he does, he's promising the same. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

Powder: An important adventure, a hunter, a good monster who takes care of others. He knew of the town's vampire, but he didn't actually expect to find that the vampire was you. You were always so kind, always offering good company and help. You were reclusive, yes, but he never pushed for you to be more social than you were. He found you in an inconvenient bear trap, your leg almost shredded up from struggling and your body laying limp from pain. He saw the blood on your lips from the limp bear laying beside you, the red glow of your eyes. What a lucky skeleton he was, forced to figure out how to handle this. His duties are important, but you are his friend. You and him would spend time together during the day, laughing and encouraging one another. You were really the vampire? ......He feels that he was going to be banished from the royal guard after this. He pried you free from the trap, carried you to his home wrapped in his cloak. He barely spoke, and you were too tired from excessive blood loss. He lets you stay in his home, takes you to Stretch, even if there's a clear sign of discomfort he carries every now and again. He had to later pull Stretch aside since it's clear that he knows you, knows what you are. It doesn't end as smoothly as he had hoped. He'll bring food from his hunt and after skinning and taking his fill, he'll make sure you eat well. It's awkward, uncomfortable, but it becomes something he grows to open up about. He learns more, and of course, his dedication to those he cares for is more important to him than his role as an important figure of the guard. His first experience with your magic was interesting, especially since you had found him injured and it ended up with some magic use. It was strange, the way you bit into your wrist before placing it down into his wound was odd. He was losing too much blood to think, but his eyes remained on your face when you were tending to him. You always soothed him when you attempted to, and he ended up passing out. By the time he woke, he had found his injury was missing, and you were sleeping. You crawled up on the bed beside him and pressed your face against his chest, clinging onto him. You cared about him, that much was obvious. He cared about you too. When you woke, he was stroking his phalanges through your hair, and you both mumbled soft confessions to one another. May the guards be damned if they get you, and may the guards be damned if they ever got to him

Stretch: When Cyperus decided to ask him for help, he didn't think that it meant having to help such a unique case like yourself. You were a vampire, and he's never worked with one before. Yet all the same, what kind of doctor would he be if he didn't help you? He prided himself as the underground doctor, a cheap alternative for monsters to go to in need of medical attention. He charged a lot less and he worked with monsters better than the human doctors, and he knows the most about monsters since he's spent time studying and researching. He tended to you, and made sure you felt comfortable. Occasionally, he would make sure you came by to visit for check-ups, which you didn't mind from the looks of it. He doesn't realize how safe he makes you feel, how he makes you feel less scary. He wasn't the first to meet you out of the skeletons, but he's glad that you have others to rely on. He was the second to find out about you though, other than Cyperus. He keeps this secret from the others for you, up until Powder walks in with your injured body. The conversation didn't end too well between him and Powder, but he was more focused on tending to you first. You mean so much to him, you're as sweet as honey. He wants to take care of you, even if he's not physically strong. He has a lot of empathy for others, an emotional strength that he's had to build over time due to how this world is structured. So when it comes out that you both have a mutual love for one another (it was an accident), he was delighted. After all, he's happy to know that he can always be here to heal you and take care of you at the end of the day...

Closing Notes: IT DIDN'T SAVE MY SHIT THE FIRST TIME I AM GROWLING AND EATING RHE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE GRRRR GRAUGH (thank you for this fun request, I hope you enjoy. Don't be afraid to ask for more teehee)