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You; the reader, are exhausted from work. How may those Skeletons help. Hrm?

Sans: He 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒕. The exhaustion that just seeps into your bones (Ha). The way your body wants to melt into the couch and not move. The inability to even enjoy your hobby because you’re just so tired of being tired. But he knows you. He knows you 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 that feeling. Hat that if you sit down, you’ll probably not get up. So he helps. He offers to play something with you that you might enjoy. (even if it’s a game he is secretly good at. He will let you win.). He will ask you to bake for him. (It’s about intent kiddo. Your stuff always tastes the best). Or even asking you to tell him about something you have read recently. There are days it doesn’t work too. And he understands. Those days he sits with you. (Being lazy is more fun when there is two of you). Or he will put on a movie, something that might catch your interest. He doesn’t always succeed in the way he wants. But that sparkle in your eye and the smile hidden at the corner of your mouth tells him more than your words ever could.

Red (Fell): He immediately tries to flirt with you. Something to get to you. Something to make you want to sit up and slap his arm. (he loves it when you do that. S’cute. Like a kitten) If that doesn’t work, he changed his approach. Needling you. Trying to get you to make him dinner. (I’m starved sweetheart. You see this? I’m all bones! *immense snickering*) when all that fails, and he can see the day was just..too much for you. He changes yet again, glancing around to make sure no one else is around, before scooting onto the couch with you. Pulling you on his chest and rubbing your back. Making pick up jokes and puns softly against your hair to cheer you up. The cheesier the better. Anything to make you smile a little for him. (He doesn’t see you hide a grin in his chest, but he feels it and avoids commenting so you’ll do it again)

Swap: He is absolutely horrified by your sloth! He tries quickly to get you up. (You just need to move more! You need to do something! Let’s go run laps!) and when that won’t work he almost whines, practically begging you to do a chore with him or something productive! But when he takes a good look at the bags under your eyes and the way your half mast eyes watch him, he really understands. He stops forcing the issue. Instead he sits with you. Murmuring that, when paps was young, he went through those same cycles as you’re going through. That he is there for you. Even going as far as telling little stories of the two of them growing up to make you smile a bit (He put a candle in his sockets and painted his head orange for Halloween human! I couldn’t believe it! AND HE WAS THREE!) and when your eyes close, your body going lax and your heart slowing, he coaxes you to lay on his lap. Pulling the quilt off the back of the couch and onto you. His eye lights going fuzzy and his fingers against your skin. He gets it.

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More indulgent sick au nonsense feat. You! Reader!

(Bad boys edition)

Nightmare: It’s gross. You’re gross. Your sweat. Your smell. Your weak limbs. You’re pathetic. Gross and pathetic. At least. That’s what he tells himself as he cleans your sweat. As he changes your sheets. As he coaxed you into eating. Your weakness amuses him. He tells himself, as he wiggles his tentacles to make you smile even a little. He isn’t doing this for himself. Not at all. He just takes care of you because the others would pout for days. All this is a mantra he repeats to himself while taking extra care of you. And if you feel the pressure of teeth against your burning forehead in the early morning hours then neither of you say anything.

Horror: He is worried. Going almost nonverbal and hovering. Anything that it even SEEMS that you may need he gets until you’re practically buried in as many soft things he can find for you. Humidifier? Check. Blanket? Too many. Socks? Why are you wearing four pair now. The worst of it is food. Given his…delicate past, the fact that you can’t keep anything down is GETTING TO HIM. He tries to stay calm. But the more bile you expel the smaller his pupil in that big red eye becomes. It’s only once you can stomach some soup that he calms. And you never realize just how close he came to snapping during your delirium.

Killer: he tries to brush it off. Making jokes that you look like shit and laughing at you. But it bothers him. He can’t remember a lot of his past at a time. But vague memories of caring for sick friends flutter in his skull like a fleeting dream. He tries of course. To keep his smile. To tease you and help you. But his grin is strained. And the longer it takes you to heal, the more thick black tear tracks dribble down his face. You care about him. And he cares about you. He just..isn’t the best at showing it sometimes. But he does his best. And when you’re better he clings to you under the pretense of getting on your nerves. Neither of you feel the need to mention how desperate his grip is.

Dust: he doesn’t say anything when he walks into your room and sees you. Hacking a glob of SOMETHING into a tissue. He just turns around and leaves while you heave against the headboard. You are almost drifted back to sleep when he comes back. Surprised by the noise. You look at him. He has a cold cloth and a bowl of water. Some bottles of water and some crackers. His eye-lights are hazy the tell-tell sign he is knee deep in a memory. And judging by the way he strokes his dust covered scarf, it’s sensitive. But you let him work. Tucking you in. Cleaning your sick from the trash bin. Levitating you with magic to change your bedding. And occasionally slipping the name ‘papyrus’ which you don’t comment on. Honestly you’re greatful for the help, even if it’s being done with the thought that you’re someone else. But when you’re back in clean clothes and drifting off he joins you in the bed. Hugging you close. And whispering very softly ‘please…get better soon….y/n…’

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POV: you allow skull to hold you (reader) like a Bb. (He is very happy and you are very smol)

Made myself with him too cause warm soft scary boi if like ❤️

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An update. POV: you caved and gave him some Cookie dough.

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POV: you are making cookies and he really wants some cookie dough.

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That self indulgent Sick moment you didn’t know you needed. Where you, reader, are sick.

Sans: He isn’t too freaked out. He read about this! Humans get sick sometimes from germs! (He is a little geeked about seeing it) until he actually sees it. The stuffed nose. The watery eyes. Your hair plastered to your sweaty face. And suddenly he is less excited and more empathetic. After all, Skeletons don’t get sick per say, but when their magic is messed up they have pretty similar symptoms and he knows that sucks. So he tries to help. He gets you water and blankets, taking the time to tuck you into your bed. Swapping out your balls of used tissues and emptying your trash can. He is a mess, but he knows you are not. Eventually he will climb into the bed and sit with you (at your behest) and you’ll fall asleep clinging to his femurs.

Red (fell): He doesn’t do this shit. Taking care of someone? Being there for them? That ain’t how his world works. He fully intends on turning around and leaving. Until you cough, sneeze and groan all in one minute. Then he can’t seem to make his feet move. He’ll sigh. Scuffle. Make excuses. But in the end he can’t do it. Can’t leave you there to deal. So he sucks it up. Cleaning up your gross sweaty clothes. Pointedly ignoring what looks to be vomit on some. Grabs you some clean blankets. Then pokes you until you tell him what sick people need. ( you mumble something about water and soup and he gets confused at first) finally he gets the hang of it. Getting you stuff. And sitting against the edge of the bed to hold your hand in his huge phalanges for comfort.

Blue (Swap): He is definitely convinced you’re dying. The coughing and hacking that sounds so rattling that it could bring out an organ. The sneezing. The snot dripping from your nose. Even in your damn near delirious state, you have to assure him (I’ll be fine. No not dying. It’s normal for humans. Don’t touch snot, that’s gross) and he will calm. Then read everything he can on the internet to help, only to work himself up more when he looks on the symptoms site and convinces himself that now you have a rare sickness that could really kill you. That takes another hour to calm him down from. In the end you’re the one tucking him into the couch. Trying not to cough and sneeze on him while covering him up after he worked himself up so hard he passed out. Grabbing yourself a water and shuffling back to your bed. Sometime in the early morning hours he will sneak into bed with you. Mumbling how he hopes you’ll get better.

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When your favorite author likes something you made and you just *incoherent screaming*

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Have a little sketch of red reading Harry Potter with his big huge nerd glasses. ❤️ I blame @llamagoddessofficial story aggre(v/a)tion

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I am binge reading reader x sans fics. Cause yes. And listening to music. And this song came on. While reading @llamagoddessofficial story aggre(v/a)tion and thought violently of sans pining to this song and immediately made art so. Here. Suffer with me. :)

#Sans dont be mad. #i just like it when you suffer a little

(also the song is lose control by teddy swims ❤️)

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MAH HEART 😭

How would the Bad Sanses Harpys react if you were to preen their wings?

Poor harpy boys. They constantly look a little bit messy, because until you show up, they have no one around they trust enough to groom them.

Dust can't make eye contact while you preen him. It's been such a long time since anyone preened him, and honestly? He's flustered. You might not notice at first, since he'll just sit there in silence, not looking at you and only answering your questions with short hums. Knowing him it's only natural to assume he's feeling nothing out of the ordinary. But if you look closer at his 'impassive' face, when you run your hands over his blue-grey feathers, you'll realise there's a tinge of red on his cheekbones. You'll realise the reason he turns his head from you is because he doesn't want you to notice how embarrassingly emotional (literally just a hint of blush) he's getting. You'll realise he's replying in hums because he can't even concentrate on what you're saying. His feathers are lovely and soft, despite how long it's been since anyone groomed him. You aren't sure how much of the softness is the fine powder layer covering him, but whatever it is, it's very tempting to bury your face in it.

If there's anyone that really needs preening, it's Horror. His feathers are a mess. And he probably wants it the most out of all of them. Even though he desperately wants you to preen him, and he'll be so overjoyed if you offer, he will definitely flinch at the first touch - he's just not used to getting any kind of positive attention. But... the more you smooth his ragged uneven feathers, the more relaxed he gets. His eyelight gets big and wide, his socket half-closes, he fluffs up like a pigeon, he puts an arm around you - he'll definitely start to purr. As you pick fluff and pinfeathers out he gets more and more and more sleepy, more and more relaxed... ... Until he's a bit too relaxed and sleepy, and he just nods over, falling asleep and pulling you down with him. Congrats, you are now trapped. You are no match for his weight and sleepy clinginess. At least his huge wings are very very warm, and make great blankets.

Killer's wings are constantly in a state of disarray. Just like him. There's feathers sticking up at all different angles, clumps matted together, he sheds everywhere, he gets puffy when he's excited and patches of puff don't go back down properly... he's not quite as messy as Horror but he's definitely getting there. He never lets anyone touch him, he gets aggressive at the suggestion he needs to tidy himself, and he reacts to any attempt to clean him up by getting alarmingly violent. You are, of course, his exception to everything. He'll wait until you're sat down, then dramatically drape himself across your lap and lament about how long it's been since someone preened him. He'll constantly bring it up, and when you do finally 'cave' and run a brush over him, he grins like a cat and gets all cuddly. With how cute he acts when you're preening him it's hard to believe he ever made a fuss about it before.

Nightmare doesn't do preening. Sorry, dear. The black tar that coats his wings simply makes grooming logistically impossible. He doesn't ever look like he needs preening anyway, he's the only one of the guys who doesn't look messy - perhaps there's some deep magic in the darkness that coats him, because unless he's really angry, he never has a single feather out of place. Why would someone like him ever require that kind of thing? ... Just because he doesn't need it, though, doesn't mean he doesn't want it. He misses being able to receive that kind of affection. When the two of you are alone together, he would very much appreciate it if you just... pretended to preen him. Run your fingers through his feathers as best you can, smooth down bumps that aren't there, fix issues that haven't been there for years. You'll never see him more calm.

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Another dump of art because yes ❤️❤️

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Soooooooo. Skull is baby. Just is. Case closed. No need for further investigation. Just finishing Binge reading @llamagoddessofficial Tilikum and I’m heart ❤️❤️i cannot with these cute fish boys him says you can have a candy bar as a treat (also bear in mind that this was made in 5 minutes fuled by emotions from reading :) )

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A collection of undertale and undertale au sketches that I have done to keep me sane ❤️

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Even more art from Inktober ❤️ because I’m desperate for my boys

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Some art from Inktober ❤️ because I’m desperate for my boys #Undertale #UndertaleAU #Underfell #Underwhatever. Seriously I just love them.

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Commissions!

1) $20 for a short drabble (500 words) 

2) $40 for a large drabble (1000 words)

3) $80 for a oneshot (2000+ words)

+ After oneshot size, price will go up in 1000 word increments ($40).

4) $30 for a llamagines headcanon post - any AU you like! 

Payments through PayPal, in full, up front. If I go over your word count, you’re under absolutely no obligation to pay any extra. It just means I had a lot of fun with your idea!

Will do:

- Shipping, obviously

- Reader-insert

- Poly! 2 characters is just the standard charge, any extras are $5

- Frans and Papara <3

- Angsty scenarios

- OCs; if you’d like an OC, I’ll need a description of their physical appearance and personality!

Will not do:

- NSFW

 - Incest

- Romantic pairings involving minors

- Intense gore*

(*If you want gore, we can discuss how far you’d like it to go, and whether or not I consider it ‘intense’ and feel comfortable writing it.)

I mainly write Undertale, but I’m open to broadening my fandom horizons! If I’ve mentioned it on my blog (ie; Ramattra, Soundwave,) I’m open to it. Commissions will either be posted on my Tumblr or my Ao3, whichever you’d prefer. DM me and we can discuss!

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It’s official guys: So’lek has cemented himself in the Avatar thirst community guys, he has his own Big Boy edit😌