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Hey Cheru! How are you?

Do you ever plan on making fanfics about characters other than Sanses?

I'm just curious because I rarely see anyone writing for UTMV characters other than Sanses.

I mean... It depends???

I'm not really into UTMV fandom as much as I used to be, and I’ve barely read any of the characters' lore. If it’s not already obvious (which it probably is), I heavily rely on ×reader content whenever I want to learn something about them. These days, though, I’ve been leaning more on AI chatbots since they let you interact freely and get clearer information!

The lack of info about the characters is the only thing stopping me from making content about them. However, if you'd like me to write or draw your favorite character, I’d be happy to oblige—just make sure to provide enough information about them. :)

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Uh yeah mhm Siren AU sans' mhm uhs dhdjakj uh uh Leviathantale uh gmshxkdbdjs mhm yeah they're um they're nice they're cool

Yeh

They'e

Umm..

col 👉👈

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Hiya, not-so-daily reminder youre doing great and I appreciate you :))

Hhiii!!! Hello!!! Sorry for the late reply!!! My schoolwork was kinda piling up so I couldn't answer some aks/request. :((

Anyway— THANK you for checking my blog out!!!! I miss you and appreciate you very much much moree ❣️ ( ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)!!! kinda sad to see your previous utmv blog, being deactivated:(( guess im a little too late huh?

Here's a kiss for you, MUAWWWHH💋

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Classic classic classic! Can I have a hug from my lovely skeleton monster now?

Yes! Yes! You can!!! Definitely!!!

Sorry⎯

I got silly when I draw him 👉👈

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To those people who follow me for finding Frankie content....

Please just unfollow.

Finding Frankie is not my main interest 😭😭😭I just saw a cool arts then began drawing him too!! Please I'm not staying on these fandom for too long 😭😭😭

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WAIT WAITWAITIWAIT-

They actually sound so cooll????? Mr twinky phone x contestant??? Where????

You know...

Since The "Real" Frankie x Contestant is

Rabbit Royal / Bunny Bank.

WHAT IF!

Henry Hotline and The Contestant's ship name should be

Lucky Number?

Please... He's so pathetic. <3

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(Once again this)

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Are requests open ? 👀👀👀

Oh it's always open :))

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He's so stupid I love him smh

Anyway credit to @incorrect-finding-frankie and their funny quotes. Hahdhahdjehfhdebhsd wish I could draw more but I'm too lazzzyyy

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( continuation of this probably)

It be always that random idea popping in your head then stay there rent-free

I had more but im too lazy to draw. Though, I may or may not already have a Headcanon/Oneshot in my draft...

Anyway how we cooking chat?

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Remember that one ugly ass cat you pet the other day, thinking it was a cat?

Well it's not actually a cat but its still ugly so-

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I FAILED YANTOBER!!!!!

Anyway, requests are now open ! (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

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I'm so glad that you came back! Not sure if you deleted/deactivated your old account and what the reasons for that might've been, but I love your writing and your art and am happy that I get to see it again <3

OMGGG HII!! HELLO NONIE!!! IM ALSO GLAD TO BE BACK THANK YOU FOR REACHING OUTJSHDSVBB!!♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

Also, no- I didn't delete my main acc (,yes it's the main)!! Well, at least, not myself. It be the last time I let my family borrow my phone cause my damn cousin decide to FUCK on my Tumblr while I was in school!!!.⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠..⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Though, joke aside, I'm feeling mentally exhausted lately (⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠) The constant pressure of needing to improve both of my writing and drawing while balancing schoolworks is messing with my brain. Making me have a major brain fog and barely post content I promise to post :(((

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..soooo clingyyyyy

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𓆩☀️𓆪⇢ ˗ˏˋ WARMTH࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: SWAPDREAM.dream

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive & Possessive behavior. Hinted of god complex. Slight sexual innuendos. Unwanted advances. Invasion of privacy. Implied of manipulation. Delusional mindset. Nonconsensual touches are presented. Slight power imbalance. OOC. Proofread

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY: cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: The next upcoming fics will delay than the usual. This one is supposed to be at 17 but I'm really busy right now.

“let's stay like this more, darling~. My bones feel freezing cold without your warmth.”

A boyish, heartfelt purr buzzed right against your ear, sending unwanted chills through you despite the suffocating heat. You tried to move, to squirm away, but your body was sluggish, weak. The hold on you was too tight. Everything felt unbearably hot—both inside and out. Your skin was sticky, damp with sweat that made your clothes cling uncomfortably. Your mind was a foggy mess, thoughts barely forming as if stuck in the heart of desert.

Even the air you breathed was thick and oppressive, warm in a way that felt unnatural, like you were inhaling straight from a furnace. Your body worked overtime to keep up with the intensity of it, but the more you tried to resist, the more exhausted you became. Your chest heaved, each breath heavy and labored, your vision wavering as the world around you blurred.

The heat was unbearable, like the walls themselves were closing in, trapping you in an oven. You barely managed to squirm, your energy draining more and more with each second spent in his iron-like grip. It felt like you were suffocating..

“Aww, what’s got you all sweated up, hmm~? Can’t handle a bit of my affection?”

His voice was sickeningly sweet, laced with amusement as he watched you struggle beneath him. Dream’s face was stretched in a playful, almost predatory grin, completely unfazed by your feeble resistance. Of course, why would he be? To him, you looked utterly adorable.... writhing next him like a helpless little chick, freshly hatched and ready for the world — or, in this case, ready for him.

And oh, does he loved having you close. Sharing his warmth with you felt like a gift only he could offer, something you clearly needed.

his grip tightened around you even more, pulling you closer, almost flush within the cage of his bony riibs, as if he was trying to absorb you entirely. The only thing stopping you from getting even closer was his shirt, a barrier between you that the vibrant god found a bit pesky. His wings—large, radiant and made purely of glowing positivity—folded around you like a cocoon, trapping even more heat between you.

You groaned, trying to will yourself to break free, but every attempt only made the hold around you stronger. You were trapped.

“D-Damnit… Dream…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. You wished you could curse him out properly, something far more offensive, something that would knock that smug smile right off his face. You felt pathetic. How the hell did you even end up here?

You briefly winced at the fogged memory. This fucking chicken had broken into your home—again—like it was some kind of privilege playground only for him. He’d bypassed your locks, your security system, everything. The absurd part? All your devices—brand new, mind you—had conveniently overheated and fried. It was like a sick joke, except you were the punchline.

“Hm~? What was that?” Dream’s voice broke through your hazy thoughts, his tone a mocking sing-song. “I couldn’t quite hear you over all those cute noises you’re making— not that I'm complaining, of course"

You wanted to scream, to rip whatever cursed magic was inside him that made him speak, but your body felt like it was being crushed under the heat.

He shifted his position slightly, making sure to keep you pressed tightly against him, then rolled the both of you so that you were lying flat beneath him. His weight pressed down on you, but it wasn’t the weight that was suffocating—it was the scorching heat. It was everywhere, creeping into every part of you.

Dream leaned down close to you, his breath tickling your exposed skin as he let out a playful puff of air. You flinched, the sensation somehow managing to feel like scalding water hitting your skin. His bony hands trailed lazily over your form, his sharp fingers hooking under your shirt as he slowly lifted it, exposing your stomach to his hungry eyes.

“Hmm, look at this, soft skin… and so warm. Just perfect" The Epitome of positivity purred, more to himself than to you, as he traced circles over your exposed flesh. His sharp phalanges kneaded and pinched at your flesh, testing, as though the god were playing with his food.

Without warning, he lowered his head, hovering his face just inches above your skin. His golden-orange tongue slipped out from his cages teeth, glistening in the dim light as he ran it down your stomach, tasting the sweat that had pooled there.

Your breath hitched in shock, and you tried to squirm away, but his grip on you only tightened further.

“So warm, so perfect. I could just stay here forever, don’t you think?” His pinprick eyes dilated as he licked his lips, savoring every moment of your discomfort.

“Forever’s gonna be really short if you keep this up,” you muttered, trying to summon even a sliver of your usual defiance despite the heat still making your head spin.

Oh, you’re so dramatic, my little darling,” he teased, his wings flexing as he pulled you tighter. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never feel cold again." With a strangled sneer, you wished more than ever that you could at least slap that grin off his face. But the most you could manage was to slump against him in defeat, the heat stealing what little energy you had left.

“Well, since you’re already so comfortable,” Dream continued with a mockingly sympathetic tone, “let’s just enjoy this warmth together, hmm?”

You didn’t even have the energy to groan.

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🍭✮⇢ ˗ˏˋ BITTER.Sweet ࿐ྂ

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING:: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Obsessive & Possessive Behavior. Implied sexual innuendos. Unhealthy attachment. Delusional mindset. hint of cannibalism. Kinda crack. Unwanted advances. Vaguely implied violence(?). Stalking. Kinda gross. OOC. Proofread(?)

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: CANDY.sans

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherubmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: SO SORRY IF THIS ONE GOT DELAYED!!! This is supposed to be in 16 but I had a class :((. I did this around 10 pm and woke up around 4 am.... So, yeah kinda rush. Also! Also! I base the character's personality by the fanarts. I tried to check the wiki but it barely had anything 🧍‍♂️

The Underground was a sugary hell

Everywhere you looked, the world was coated in candy. The walls were thick with hardened sugar, glowing in pastel hues under the Underground's light. Gingerbread houses lined the streets, their icing-covered rooftops glistening like they were freshly baked. The ground was a fluffy mass of cotton candy that stuck to your shoes with every step.

And the monsters? Oh, don't even get started on the monsters.

They came in all sorts of flavors—literally. Strawberry, chocolate, mint, caramel, etc. Monsters with marshmallow limbs, jellybean eyes, and licorice hair. Everywhere you turned, it was like stepping into some twisted, candy-coated wonderland. The kind that might have been appealing to someone with a sweet tooth but to you...

Ugh, you hated it here.

If you could gain LV for every second you despised this saccharine, insufferable place, you would’ve dusted the entire Underground by now.

You glared at the monsters passing by, sending silent daggers with your eyes, imagining each one exploding into a puff of sugar dust. The grip on the cup you're holding hostage between your clutch tightened, to the point where you could feel tiny cracks forming under your fingers. Everything here is so fucking sweet. It’s unbearable.

'Ugh, why are you even here?' a sudden sense of self-pity and repulsion creep at the back of your mind, making your face hardened than they were before. You were so different, the only bitter soul— An anomaly amongst your race and it's not only in personality. You were bitter, through in and out, and that's not just in flavor, but in your very essence as well. A black sheep among the saccharine masses.

Your thoughts were interrupted when something—(or rather, someone)—was suddenly flung into your side, nearly knocking you out of your seat. You snapped out of your internal trance, temper— immediately boiling over as you turned to see who had the audacity to invade your space. You were seconds away from yelling bloody murder.

Until a pair of limbs wrapped around your waist, pulling you into an uncomfortable, bone-crushing hug.

"Hwuahh!! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you, my bitter little fudge!!"

You knew that voice—your jaw clenched. You didn’t even want to bat an eye to know who it was—Sans, the pathetic excuse of a skeleton, the one who clung to you like a sugar-high toddler to candy. His skull was buried against your chest, nuzzling you in the most irritating, suffocating way possible.

Your teeth ground together as you glared down at the offender. None other than him. Sans. That sickeningly sweet excuse of a skeleton who clung to you like molasses. His skull was buried against your chest, smothering his face against your exposed skin. The sound of him sniffing—sniffing—you, made your stomach turn in disgust.

"What the hell— get off me"

Sans, however, only hugged you tighter, smothering his face against your exposed skin. "But I missed you, my darling tart! I wanna be close to you!"

The nickname sent a fresh wave of nuisance through you "You're disgusting me, sans. I said LET. GO"

Sans’s grip only tightened. "Please, let me hold you more! You smell so good!" His voice was sweet and syrupy, like honey drizzled over sugar cubes, and it made you gag internally.

“SAAAANS—!!!”

Before you could pry him off, he grabbed your hand, pulling it toward his open mouth. His mint-and-pink tongue darted out, licking at your fingers with unsettling enthusiasm. You recoiled, but his grip was strong, and before you knew it, he had your fingers in his mouth, sucking on them— painfully slow and deliberate, as if you were some sort of rare delicacy.

“Huaaaw," he moaned. "So bitter... yet so soft. I want—more!” His pinpricks began to shrink and expand erectedly as he savored the taste of your flavor. his Sharp phalanges creeping around your waist as if contemplating ripping your skin apart just to get more of that bitter taste.

"Let go, Sans," you growled through clenched teeth, eyes narrowing dangerously.

His grip on your waist tightened as he looked up at you, that sickening heart-shaped glow still dancing in his eyes. "But you’re just so… perfect. I could just… take a little bite, couldn't I?"

Your heart began to pound in your chest, not from fear, but from pure rage and disgust. He was licking you. In public. What was worse, the other monsters around didn’t even seem to care.

You clenched your fists, trembling with fury, but a part of you knew this was exactly what he wanted—attention, no matter how twisted his way of getting it was. You tried to push him off, but he was stronger than his lazy demeanor let on. His bony hand began to scratch at your skin with more insistence, as though he was tempted to rip off a piece of you and devour it whole. "Mmm, so good... so perfect," he murmured.

That’s it.

You snapped, finally managing to yank your hand free from his death-grip like grasp. You grabbed him by the top of his skull, your fingers sinking into the mess of melting ice cream that clung to his head. "Get the hell off me, you freak."

He whined, but his smile didn’t falter. "Aww, come on! Just a little more? Please? You taste so good, sugarbitter."

"I am not sugar," you snarled, scraping your hand down the side of his skull as hard as you could. He flinched, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. His grin widened, as if your anger only made him want you more.

Sans stared up at you with hearts in his eyes—literally. His pinpricks had turned into heart shapes, pulsing as he gazed at you with that uncomfortably sweet expression. "You're so mean~" he purred, "but I love it. I could just... eat you up." His voice dropped, and his grin took a darker edge.

"Not. Happening." You shoved him off, finally breaking free from his hold. You stood, brushing off the sticky residue that clung to your clothes. “You’re lucky I haven’t turned you into a pile of dust.”

Sans only chuckled, licking his lips. “You say that, but I know you enjoy my company. You’re like my little cakebite... bitter on the outside, but sweet once you get a taste.”

You seethed, your hand itching to slap him across the face. You knew one thing for certain—if he kept this up, he’d be lucky if you didn’t break a few bones next time.

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🍎☪⇢ ˗ˏˋ INJURIES ࿐ྂ

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━FEATURING: PASSIVE.nightmare

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━CONTENT WARNING: Yandere in general. Soft yandere. Unhealthy attachment. Obsessive Thoughts. Delusional mindset. Abandonment issue implied. Self-harm(?). Violence mention. Gashlight hinted. Vague whether the relationship is platonic or romantic (up to the reader's interpretation). Not-proofread. OOC. Reader was referred to as a 'prince' once

⊱.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ━━━━PROMPT BY : cherbmm

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Deciding to use my own prompt instead from now on since i just realize that majority of my writing doesn't even align with the actual prompt.

Nightmare sat silently beneath the towering Tree of Feelings, his body aching from head to toe. The sharp pain in his ankle told him it might be damaged. His dark, torn clothes clung to him, barely holding together after another beating he'd endured. Scars lined his form from head to toe, and fractured bones peeked through disheveled fabric from rough handling. His gaze remained low, a dull, pained expression clouding his usual soft demeanor.

Then came your voice, sharp but full of concern, breaking through his haze. "Seriously, what's gotten into you?" you muttered, frowning as you knelt beside him, your hands working deftly to patch him up.

A rough bandaid was pressed against his cheekbone, causing nightmare to flinch as a small whimper escaping his lips. Your touch, although gentle compared to what he’d endured earlier, still sent little jolts of pain through his body. You were frustrated, he could tell, and you weren’t holding back.

"You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up, nightmare," you grumbled, continuing to work. Your fingers were slightly rough as you cleaned a particularly nasty gash on his arm. "If I find out who did this—" you trailed off, your voice dropping to a near growl, "I swear I’ll make them eat more than a dirt."

The threats were half-hearted, yet there was an unmistakable edge to them that made him feel... safe, in a strange way. "I... I just—" he began, his meek voice barely rising above the rustling leaves, but you cut him off with another sharp retort.

As your hands continued their work, wrapping bandages around his arms with deliberate motions, Nightmare found himself staring off into the distance, His thoughts began to drift as you continued to aid on his injuries.

'Why do I keep doing this?' he thought bitterly, heart heavy with guilt and self-loathing. Those villagers… always hated him, fear him and don't want to do anything with him.

but you're different, you... stayed.

Nightmare clenched his fists. He hated making you worry, but at the same time, the thought of involving you terrified him. If those villagers ever found out you were close to him… stars, he couldn't bear the thought of you being hurt. They would do far worse to you, and that was a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

...So, he let them beat him. Let them take out their anger on him, use him as their punching bag. All so he could come back to you and see the way your brows furrowed in concern. All so you would patch him up, focus on him more.

A selfish part of him enjoyed it—not the pain directly—, enjoyed how much attention you gave him when he returned bruised and broken. He felt bad about it, but it wasn’t enough to make him stop. You were the only good thing in his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep you by his side.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realize how quiet he had become until a particularly rough tug on his arm made him flinch back into reality. You were wrapping a strip of silk tightly around his forearm to cover the broken bone beneath.

"Too many injuries," you grumbled, your eyes narrowing in frustration. "Damnit, nightmare— why are you not saying anything to me..?!"

The latter flinched once more, staying silent than necessary as his gaze stayed fixed on your face. You were frowning, lips twisted in frustration, your brows furrowed in anger. You looked absolutely furious, like you were ready to burn the entire village to the ground.

Nightmare blinked, momentarily disoriented as he focused on your face, taking in every detail. Despite the clear anger plastered across your features, you looked... beautiful. Ethereal, even. His eye lights flickered, a deep purple blush creeping across his cheekbones. His metamorphic heart began to pound, fast and hard. He couldn’t help but stare at you, utterly entranced

You looked like an angel to him— his very-own guardian angel.

'How could anyone be so beautiful?' His mind whispered before abruptly stopping as another wave of embarrassment washed over him. 'stop it. Stop thinking like that!' he scolded himself, He felt ashamed for even thinking this way, knowing you were only doing this because you cared for him as a friend. But that didn’t stop the thoughts from flooding in.

He quickly averted his gaze, his eyes darting to the grassy ground. Nightmare snapped his gaze away from you, staring down at the ground where his book lay open in the grass. It was an old story—one about a prince and a beast.

He hadn’t finished it yet, but the scene that stuck with him the most was the prince, leaning down to kiss the beast and break the curse, turning them into a beautiful princess.

His mind wandered again, and suddenly, he imagined you as the prince. And him? Well, he’d be the beast, of course. A cursed creature, waiting for someone to save him, waiting for you to...

...

Another layer purple flush dusted his cheekbones. It's a surprise you still haven't noticed it at this point (or maybe, you choose to ignore it). The thought made his entire face flush purple, his bones tingling with a strange warmth. 'What’s wrong with me?' He felt his soul twist in embarrassment, heat rising in his skull. 'This is so stupid, so embarrassing!'

“Hey, are you zoning out again?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face, pulling him back once more. Nightmare blinked rapidly, feeling the cold sweat trickling down his forehead.

“I-I’m sorry,” he mumbled. His voice was small, meek.

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