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You. Your requests are open. I MAY be interested in a tiny little something. Maybe. Just maybe. :}

looks at you like this

my inbox is gonna be open for one ☝️ more day till i close it for the next batch of requests.... i blink up at u like a bug

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!!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!!

Hello! I am Penquinnpebbles, and I am a reader insert fanfic writer! And as you can tell, my requests are OPEN!!!

Currently, I'd love to write for these fandoms:

UNDERTALE

THE UNDERTALE MULTIVERSE (Fell, Swap, Error, etc...)

UNDERTALE YELLOW

I'm going to be accepting requests for a certain amount of time, as to not overwhelm me. My only rules are no NSFW asks!!

Anyways, go wild!! Especially UTY fans. I'd write for any UT content, but please.... I desperately to write for any of my UTY blorbos.....

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Dysmorphio's Back At It Again! | Bill Cipher x Reader

Was feeling not so good today, but then I was inspired by a certain page in my Book of Bill! This is incredibly self-indulgent lmao

Synopsis: You don't like the way you look. Bill decides to cheer you up in his own weird way.

Content: can be read as platonic or romantic, established relationship (timeline is unclear but like assume he's just living with you or something), OOC Bill Cipher, talks of dysmorphia and self-deprecation, attempt at comfort, mostly lighthearted and silly, Bill's advice may not work for everyone!! but he does mean well (or is trying to anyways)

You feel like you're doing something wrong.

You stare at the mirror, eyes zoning in on every flaw. The more you look, the more things you find that makes your chest tighten. A zit there, some dry skin here...

Your hair is unflattering on your head, and your face shape reminds you of lumpy clay. Your lips are dry, and your eyes have bags that make it look sunken--like a skeleton or a corpse. Your body is awkward looking, and you're barely fashionable enough to pull it off.

Who are you kidding? Nothing looks good on you. The styles you try to copy off of Pinterest or any other site never end up working out: You never seem to look as good compared to the people in the picture.

...You don't get it. You thought that, by now, things would change. As a kid, you believed that you'd look better when you grew up. Nicer. More attractive. That was how puberty worked, right? You go through an awkward phase as your body grows, and when you become an adult, you'd be the stunning and most drop dead gorgeous looking person you dreamed of being.

Of course, you understand now that's not how it really works. Technically, yes, puberty is like that. But realistically, you're probably not going to turn into a super model. And that was fine with you.

Really, it was.

Until you saw your friends and can't help but think how lovely they look. Then you see the people around you and think that they look lovely, too.

Then you look at yourself.

And you can't help but think that 'lovely' is the last word you'd use.

You know that beauty is subjective. You know that your younger self's mentality of 'I'll instantly look amazing when I grow older!' is flawed, because good looks aren't something you can grow into.

But looking at everyone else, and how they all seem to grow into that 'good looking/attractive' person you imagined... Meanwhile, you feel like you're still stuck in the awkward phase.

You let out a quiet sigh.

You just want to see yourself and feel good about how you look. Is that too much to ask?

"Hey there, slick!"

You startle and let out a yelp, stumbling back. Bill laughs from his spot next to you.

"Wow, you're awfully jumpy! Too caught up in your self-deprecation spiral to even notice I'm here?" Bill summons his simple black cane and twirls it in his fingers, eye shining with mirth. "Be glad you evolved to be a predator species, kid. Being that distracted usually means you'd end up as someone's dinner!"

He cackles, and you calm down your racing heart.

"Anyways," Bill snaps his finger, cane disappearing. "I can't help but notice you staring blankly at yourself in the mirror for the past 2 minutes! You finally lost your mind after being around me for so long?"

You open your mouth to say something, before thinking better and closing it. Bill takes in your silence with a hum, eye raking over you.

"Ohh, I see what's going on. You don't like the way you look, huh?"

You turn to face him. Wow, it's like he read your mind. Though, knowing Bill, he probably did.

Bill only shakes his head. "Looks like Dysmorphio's back at it again!"

Your face twists into confusion. Dysmorphio? Bill catches your expression and his eye crinkles like he's smiling.

"He's from the mirror dimension," Bill clarifies. "And let me tell you, he's a real piece of work! He's the reason why people stay inside because 'your face looks weird today'." He does air quotation marks and rolls his eye, and scoffs. "Pretty stupid, if you ask me."

Bill's words make shame trickle in your gut, and you look away.

He falters at that.

"Hey, c'mon, I didn't mean that you're..." Bill trails off, hand outstretched and voice softening just a tiny bit.

Bill almost touches your shoulder before he stops himself, fingers curling into his palm. His eye looks to the side, contemplative... Then he steels himself with a familiar spark of confidence.

Bill grabs your collar-

"C'mere!"

-And drags you in front of the mirror. You let out a strangled noise at the sudden movement and try to find your footing when Bill lets go.

After you balanced yourself, Bill clears his throat.

"Alright, kid, there's no easy way to break this to you. I know it's not hard for creatures like Dysmorphio to get in your head- I mean, look at me! I got in easy peasy!" He leans forward, finger pointing at you. "But that doesn't mean you should ACTUALLY listen to him!"

You perk up at that, and Bill leans back casually, floating at your eye level.

"Here's the truth, slick. You are disgusting."

You deadpan.

"BUT!" He quickly adds, "Guess what? So is everyone else! If you think about it, you're ALL just a bunch of meat computers in a slowly deteriorating flesh prison. So why not FLAUNT it? Here-"

He grabs you by the shoulders and turns you to face the mirror.

"Repeat after me," Bill says. "And I mean actually repeat it. Don't just read my words, alright? Actually repeat after me, or I'm going to eat your hair while you sleep."

Bill clears his throat, looking at you in the mirror.

"I am a REPULSIVE BEAST OF UNFATHOMABLE WRETCHEDNESS!"

Bill waits for your response. You sigh and decide to humor him. His eye lights up when you do, and he continues.

"I FEED ON YOUR DISGUST!"

"I AM REPUGNANCE INCARNATE, AND SHAME CANNOT CLAIM ME. Don't forget that last bit, that one's important!"

You repeat his words as you look at yourself in the mirror. The sheer goofiness of it all makes you feel... Lighter.

"There!" Bill pats your shoulder, proud. "Doesn't that feel better?"

You nod.

"Good." Bill lets his hands fall to his sides. "Now HEADBUTT THE MIRROR TO SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!!!"

You give him a look. Bill huffs.

"No?" You shake your head in response. Bill crosses his arms. "Fine... I'll do it for you!"

He points a finger at the mirror and shoots out blue flame like a gun. The mirror shatters, glass shards flying everywhere as Bill laughs maniacally.

Thankfully, none of the shards hit you, considering an invisible shield comes up to protect you and Bill. You wonder whether or not you were safe because you happened to be near him, or if he included you on purpose.

The thought makes you smile.

Bill dusts off his hands, "Welp! There's your lesson for the day, slick. Beauty is overrated and fake, because EVERYONE is revolting! Try reveling in your own horrifying nature for a change. It's great, trust me!"

He slings an arm over your shoulder, eye shimmering in satisfaction.

"Embrace the weirdness! Be proud of your fleshy outer shell! And don't forget to DESTROY all mirrors to taunt Dysmorphio on how he TOTALLY FAILED to get to you!!!"

Bill starts laughing again, swaying you back and forth in his hold. You look down at the floor and spot your reflection on the several glass shards scattered around.

And you find that you like what you see.

Yeah yeah cheesy ahh ending or whatever IDC!!! /lh

This was honestly just written as a personal pick me up, because I was feeling down. And what better way to make urself feel better than to write about your blorbos!!

Also, first time writing for Bill Cipher!! Dont think I got his character quite right, but eh, I'll get better at writing him in the future.

It's also wrote this in the middle of the night, so it's barely proofread WAHHSHSA I hope you still enjoyed it, tho!!

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Starlo Imagine (Confession)

Imagine Starlo trying to confess to you. He's clearly nervous, having taken off his hat and is currently wringing it in his hands, and his sweating having nothing to do with the Wild East's heat.

Imagine Starlo, at first, being unsure if he should even admit his feelings in the first place. After all, friendship is better than losing you entirely. But this isn't his first rodeo. He's already lost his childhood crush because he couldn't say anything, and though they're still on good terms, he doesn't want the same to happen with you.

Imagine that, despite it all, Starlo manages to muster the courage and tell you how he feels. His speech is rushed in some places, and sometimes his accent would slip thanks to his frazzled nerves. Eventually, the mask of 'North Star' seems to fall more and more as he goes on about why he fell for you, never missing out on any single detail.

Imagine that he stops trying to confess to you as North Star, Sheriff of the Wild East, but as Starlo Sunnyside, the dorky corn farmer who's fallen for you so hard he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Imagine his surprise when you reciprocate. Imagine his rays flaring out, and his teal spots brightening in a deep blush. He truly lives up to his namesake with how much he looks like a star right now.

Imagine Starlo stammering out a "really?", because he's not sure if you were joking. Imagine his lips rise into a wobbly smile, resisting to not let out several whoops of joy, and instead replying with a clumsy "th-that's great!"

Imagine that, when you both confirm that you two are 'a thing' now, he walks off with the biggest and goofiest grin on his face. When he makes sure that you're not in eyesight, Starlo jumps up and lets out all his pent-up excitement, loudly celebrating as he runs off to tell Ceroba about "The greatest thing that's ever happened to me!"

A/N: hiiiiii guys! errm it's like the middle of the night rn, and this is my first time ever writing starlo. not sure if its completely in character, but ehhhhhhhh. i'll get better. anyways expect more uty content soon bcs im currently playing the game yahoo

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Lowkey upset at the sparse amount of UTY reader insert fics there are here. This is what I get for joining the fandom in the year of 2025!!!!

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this took me an embarrassingly amount of time

he thinks hes a nonchalant deadhead but hes literally not

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Over and Over Again

a/n: this had been cooking in my mind for a few months and i had begun to write it, then i kinda gave up lol, en-y wayz! i decided to give this a second shot and this is what i came up with! i also have a few other chapters i had been working on, so lmk if you want to see those, this has also been cross posted to Ao3 on Suki_363

Every timeline ends the same: with you loving him and losing him. You remember it all—every pun, every death, every reset. He doesn’t. Not always. Sometimes he’s Geno. Sometimes Fatal. Sometimes Error. And each time, you fight your way back—through code, through glitches, through the void��just to find the version of Sans you once called yours. Even if he’s twisted, broken, or barely holding on. Even if he forgets. Because no matter how many timelines it takes, no matter how many versions of him you meet, you’ll always find him. And you’ll always love him. Over and over. ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊☽ ◯ ☾₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆

It was always late when he walked you home.

The street lights flickered, the stars seemed too dim for how bright the night used to be. Beside you, Sans dragged his slippers along the cracked sidewalk, hoodie drawn up and hands tucked in. Same old grin on his face. Same old silence between the puns. But something in his eyes—the part he never talked about—made you ache.

“Another long day?” he asked.

You nodded, letting your fingers brush against his. “Better now.”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Smooth.”

The shortcut came up—his favorite one, through the alley that skipped five blocks. The one where time always felt like it hiccuped.

And tonight, like so many nights, you stopped at the gate and turned to him.

“I’ve missed you.”

Sans blinked. “I saw you yesterday, didn’t I?”

You shook your head. “Not you. Not... my you. But I always find you again.”

He went quiet. No pun. Just a slow tilt of his head, studying you.

“[Y/N],” he said, and for a second, just a second—he looked scared.

You smiled through the ache in your chest. “I’ll fall in love with you every time, Sans. Even if you don’t remember, but trust me, i will remember and continue to love you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how many timelines i have to jump…”

“I..” he started, not knowing what you were talking about or what you meant, but you just stepped through the shortcut, and he followed.

…

The first time you lost him, it was in a genocide timeline.

Frisk may have been the last to fall, but you were the second, you had come long after chara, but before the other children. You had landed in the Underground as a child, befriending monsters, learning names and stories. And you had fallen in love with Sans—your Sans. The one who told you puns as a child, you and him had been the only ones who remembered gaster, for whatever reason that may have been. He was the one who fought until his last breath when the world fell apart.

You ran through the underground looking from him when you heard of the rumor surrounding the new human. He told you he would handle it, you don't know why you believed him, he was fragile, maybe not mentally, but his hp was 1, the weakest monster in the underground hp based. 

You ran and ran until your throat swelled and your lungs and legs burned. Tears fell from your face as you saw him, his body was still there somehow, you saw code and glitches coming from him as you watched the blood pool below him. His eye was melting and you saw his dust form a glitched mass, covering the lost eye socket.

You shouldn’t have survived. But something happened—a glitch. The moment the timeline shattered, you fell through it. You woke up in a pacifist world.

You walked around aimlessly for days, not understanding why you survived, why everyone knew you, everyone who’s dust you saw litter the underground, hours, and days before.

Then, you got an idea, you remembered your alphys talking about a timeline theory, and if you were a form of proof, she may believe you.

You ran to Alphys, desperate, wild-eyed, explaining what you had been through and begging for her to believe you.

She believed.

With her help—illegal tech, corrupted files, and a pinch of desperation—you found a way back.

And when you did, he wasn’t the same. He was Geno now. Corrupted. Alive, but stuck in the after-image of a massacre.

“You shouldn’t have come,” he rasped, when you found him in the Judgement Hall.

“I had to.”

“You remember me?” he asked, disbelieving.

“I never forgot.”

He tried to push you away, but you stayed. For months. You stayed until the glitch in him consumed everything.

When the corruption peaked—when the void swallowed him whole—you were thrown out. Spit back into the pacifist timeline.

You told Alphys everything again, The corrupted code. The love. The void. the odd thing being how real time never passed where he was, you told her that too.

She warned you: “It’s dangerous to go back. He might not even be... him anymore.”

You didn’t care, and you told her such, you told her that you didn't care and how you wouldnt stop caring, not even if trying to stay with him killed you.

You found him again, deeper in the code this time. No longer Geno. Now, a Fatal Error.

He didn’t recognize you at first. Rage had twisted his voice, his form. You dodged the attacks, kept calling his name until—

“SANS!!”

He heard you

“[Y/N]?”

You saw him hesitate. Saw something flicker in his shattered eye.

“You remember me.”

He dropped his weapon.

“I... I killed everything,” he whispered. “I almost killed you.”

“You didn’t. You couldn’t.”

“I may not have done it with my own hand, but i watched it happen- i-... i let it happen!’

You stayed with him again, kept trying to reassure him. And again, the corruption and now guilt took him. Again, the timeline rejected you.

Thrown out.

Again.

And again

A Pacifist timeline. Alphys. Desperation.

You went back.

This time, it was Error.

He had unraveled almost everything. Worlds. Characters. Himself. His guilt turned to anger.

You appeared behind him as he stood at the edge of existence.

“I warned you,” he said without turning. “Every time I glitch, the timeline spits you out. You’re uncorrupted. You don’t belong there.”

“I'll come back anyway.”

He turned. Face unreadable. Eyes glowing.

“I thought I was pulling you back. Every time I remembered a piece of you, you’d show up. I thought... Maybe I was strong enough to fix it. That I brought you.”

“You didn’t,” you whispered. “Alphys did. I fought my way back.”

His jaw clenched. “Then... you’re not the same. You’re not her. Just another version.”

You stepped toward him.

“I am. I’ve always been her. Your unofficial wife. Your girlfriend. I remember every version of you. Every fall. Every change. Every time you broke and pushed me away, I came back.”

He glitched violently, like the truth physically hurt.

“I love you,” he said, voice breaking. “I understand if you don’t remember. I don’t expect you to. But I never stopped.”

You took his hand.

“I never forgot, and I never will…”

…

A Reset

You didnt want it, but you had no choice, you were being corrupted by the silence, by the loneliness, by the isolation. Error couldn't have that. He wouldnt have that. So he found a way to send you to a reset. One without frisk, one where it would be safe for you, even if he would never see you again. 

And now, in a quiet pacifist world, the sun shines down on an ordinary walk home.

And a familiar skeleton walks beside you, cracking jokes, unaware.

But when your fingers brush his, and he feels you shiver—

You smile through the ache.

“Hi again.”

He blinks. “You okay?”

You nod. “Just missed you.”

Because even if he doesn’t remember yet, you always do.

And you’ll love him again.

Over and over.

────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──────

this fic was inspired by the song "Would You Fall in Love with Me Again" from the musical epic

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Sans x Reader rambles :3

Starting with Cross cause I want to

Hes a sweetheart but his terrible at flirting. He has no idea what he's doing on that front but it's charming :3

Can cook very well and is willing to teach his partner how to cook! He thinks it's fun and it's one of his hobbies! (I can see him trying to help Horror cook, if we're talking in a setting where you're with him in Nightmare's castle)

He's a cuddler, but doesn't like pda, it makes him uncomfortable

His ideal date would probably be a movie night at home in cozy blankets or a walk in a park

Error Sans

He doesn't call his feelings love, he just thinks he found a shiny rock he likes and is now gonna keep it in one spot /silly/j

He wouldn't keep you in the anti-void because he wouldn't want you to error, but he'd visit constantly and make sure you had what you needed

"Everyone is an anomaly EXCEPT this one"

If anyone asks him his reasoning he'll pretend he didn't hear it

You will watch Undernovela with him, it's not optional

Hed knit you things all the time and he'd make a little doll of himself for you to keep

You're never without sweaters, blankets, socks, beanies, tissue covers etc

He's not a tsundere (hate that trope) he just doesn't think he has the ability to love someone so he denies it when people say it

If you're close, he doesn't mind affection or touch, and he likes holding hands and cuddling

Horror

Hes an asshole but he isn't mean

He'll make dark jokes and would probably say you look horrible if you haven't slept in a while, but he'd never say it with any real meaness to it

He jokes about morbid shit all the time but he's always making sure you're cared for, without saying as such. If you got hurt he'd patch you up, if you got sick he'd take care of you, but he'd never talk about it. He'd just wordlessly make sure you're okay

Any gifts given to him would make him melt inside but he'd act like he doesn't deserve it

I don't wanna say he's a sweetheart under that scary exterior, because he's still an ass, but he has a soft spot for you for sure

Hes always hunched over to make himself look less scary and he tries to keep a calm facial expression, or at least a neutral one

He cooks for you, obviously. He can bake AND cook and something he always tries remember is your favorite foods, he writes them on sticky notes and keeps them in the kitchen

Sometimes he forgets his own strength and while he's usually a pretty nonchalant guy he'll visibly feel bad if he accidentally hurts his partner. It doesn't happen often but he always feels horrible when it does

Hes not animal don't treat him like one

Cuddles with Horror would be the best ever

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The remorseful player

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me, struggling to write: hmm, this part is a little difficult. maybe i should check my planning document, which i created as a helpful tool for my writing process!

the planning document:

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Starlo Imagine (Confession)

Imagine Starlo trying to confess to you. He's clearly nervous, having taken off his hat and is currently wringing it in his hands, and his sweating having nothing to do with the Wild East's heat.

Imagine Starlo, at first, being unsure if he should even admit his feelings in the first place. After all, friendship is better than losing you entirely. But this isn't his first rodeo. He's already lost his childhood crush because he couldn't say anything, and though they're still on good terms, he doesn't want the same to happen with you.

Imagine that, despite it all, Starlo manages to muster the courage and tell you how he feels. His speech is rushed in some places, and sometimes his accent would slip thanks to his frazzled nerves. Eventually, the mask of 'North Star' seems to fall more and more as he goes on about why he fell for you, never missing out on any single detail.

Imagine that he stops trying to confess to you as North Star, Sheriff of the Wild East, but as Starlo Sunnyside, the dorky corn farmer who's fallen for you so hard he doesn't know what to do with himself.

Imagine his surprise when you reciprocate. Imagine his rays flaring out, and his teal spots brightening in a deep blush. He truly lives up to his namesake with how much he looks like a star right now.

Imagine Starlo stammering out a "really?", because he's not sure if you were joking. Imagine his lips rise into a wobbly smile, resisting to not let out several whoops of joy, and instead replying with a clumsy "th-that's great!"

Imagine that, when you both confirm that you two are 'a thing' now, he walks off with the biggest and goofiest grin on his face. When he makes sure that you're not in eyesight, Starlo jumps up and lets out all his pent-up excitement, loudly celebrating as he runs off to tell Ceroba about "The greatest thing that's ever happened to me!"

A/N: hiiiiii guys! errm it's like the middle of the night rn, and this is my first time ever writing starlo. not sure if its completely in character, but ehhhhhhhh. i'll get better. anyways expect more uty content soon bcs im currently playing the game yahoo

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little cowboy 🌟

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POST DIVIDERS | the sea.

( requested by -> Anon )

not gonna lie, I’m actually really quite happy with how this turned out HAHAHAH. i added versions where it’s sand and sea or just the sea (my fave is the turquoise version). as always, they all work on light and dark mode ! i hope you guys like it !

feel free to use; please like, reblog, and credit〜

support me through ko-fi | more dividers →

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Cowboy (and adjacent) graphics!

A couple other posts with western graphics:

post 1, post 2

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hyperfixation save me....... save me hyperfixation..........

Im gonna make a reader insert crossover fic that is soooooo self indulgent just you wait........ its gonna be so over for u guys once i get this out of planning.........

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what the fuck are they doing to me in there

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