#Gimme the skeles

[beabodoesstuff]

AWHHHHHHHH SWEEETTHEEARRRTT

Mail! ... I think?

I found this stuck to the inside of the mailbox on the waaaaay back. But with determination, I wiggled it free! And it has a message for someone! Hope he gets his snacks.

Note:

Day 1, Hour 12.

Babe, honey, sweet bumble bee, I need you to do something for me. 

I need you to take some honey buns and find the small hole under the house in the backyard. And I need you to shove them in there for me.

Sans is still looking for me, but I’m starving. My hiding space in the walls is working out for the most part, but I’ll dust soon if I don’t eat. I’ll explain why Sans is hunting me later but DO NOT LET HIM FIND ME. You can’t get caught. Good luck, I believe in you.

P.S.

Please.

P.P.S

If he tells you about a prank involving an explosion and dirty socks, he’s lying.

P.P.P.S

I’ll stay awake for the whole movie next time if that sweetens the honey pot for you.

P.P.P.P.S

I love you.

P.P.P.P.P.S

If you wanted to join me, i could always use the extra honey buns ;)

[ruelin024]

@awholeclxwn 's Skeleton Maker for Sans OC.

I've never made a Sans OC, so I don't got a name for this one, nor a story. Maybe I'll make one later when I get to it, or someone can gimme some recommendations!

(Why his clothes like that?... I dunno either. 😗~)

Anyway, I had hella fun, thank you for making that, Pause skele-maker video. ヾ(^▽^*)))

[vex-bittys]

Can the lamias somehow have freckles?

*YES! Do I have some sort of reasoning for why they would have freckles? No. I just really like the idea of smattering of freckles across little cheekbones. Maybe even some cute freckles on their scales? A handsome purple Mamba with little gold flecks? A Pygmy with chubby cheeks spotted with little blue freckles?

[hi-im-nova]

I JUST NOTICED HIS EYELIGHTS ARE PINK IM SQUEELING-

SURPRISE FAN ART

(He’s enjoying it he just doesn’t know how to handle affection. You know how he is.)

Aaaa it’s a pretty messy doodle (idk how to draw handholding lol, and it’s been forever since I drew HP!Gaster) but I hope you like it!

OH MY GOD THIS IS SO PRETTY

THANK YOU!? THIS IS SO AMAZING AND ADORABLE AND GOOD GOD MY HEART-

YOU drew me so pretty- I love this. I love it so much I cannot express

Thank you

[thatdemonbee]

I realized I never said this but uhhhh,, ples im bored T-T 

[nighttimepixels]

Now I’m really curious about your height hcs for the skelebros and skeleladies! Throw us a bone and give us your ideas on the matter?~

okay, answering this separate from the previous one where i address the skeleladies height, so check out that post for those specifics ;D

as far as the skelebros, the same rule applies: i hc all monsters as being monstrous in size. humans may have skewed the lingering lore about them as years went on, but i like the thought that the one thing that truly did ring true was the stature of monsterkind being larger than life.

as for the guys, these are their relative heights i always imagine, smallest to tallest:

UT Sans SF Sans US Sans UF Sans HT Sans UF Pap UT Pap US Pap SF Pap HT Pap

... heh, that’s right - i totally headcanon Classic Sans as being the shortest of the group. ‘course, that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t have a hell of a presence when he wants to ;) i also figure Axe (HT Sans) as being actually a solid deal taller than Red - almost dead in the middle between Red and Edge. with the way his world played out, his body diverted what little magic it could spare towards making him bigger and more intimidating before things got really scarce, so he’s left as being the biggest Sans - same with Crooks (HT Pap) by an even more significant margin, since Axe would’ve been giving him part of his own rations.

as far as rough height alignments go, I tend to picture it something along these lines:

Sans: 6′3″ (191cm)Black: 6′4″ (193cm)Blue: 6′4″ (194cm)Red: 6′5″ (196cm)Axe: 6′7″ (201cm)Edge: 6′9″ (206cm)Pap: 6′9″ (207cm)Stretch: 6′10″ (208cm)Russ: 6′11″ (211cm)Crooks: 7′6″ (229cm)

[izmaddieyt]

Hmmm....

Yeah ill take the risk!

Gimme huggies you big bear skele \^◇^/

o my god its The boy! Horror!

will we die if we wanna hug him? 0_o

[korasonata]

The last words of all Last Lifers.

—

Jimmy: Ow! Ow! No I’m not! I’m not! I can’t! I can’t! I can’t be gone! I can’t be gone! No, no OW! Oh, I’m actually dying! I’m dea—

—

Mumbo: OH! OH! JIMMY’S GONE! What, you just killed Jimmy!! You just killed Jimmy! Oh my goodness! GRIAN! Grian! You can’t— you shouldn’t be doing that! NO NO! *incomprehensible gibberish* I almost got myself! I almost got myself! Oh my goodness! No I’m on 2 hearts!

—

Skizzleman: Oh no, they got backup now! Gimme that! Ah!

—

Impulse: As soon as it’s dead, let’s get him. Yeah. Where is he?

—

Lizzy: WOAH! Bdubs! What are you doing?!

—

Bdubs: I HAVE TO! I HAVE TO! I AHHH! I HAVE TO! Ok! Alright! Ok! I had to! Etho—

—

Tango: Ok. And I think that— OHHH!!!

—

BigB: No! No! Cleo this is not— I’m gonna die! Cleo!

—

Scar: Why is Etho a witch? Let’s kill the witch. Oh poor Etho. Kill the witch!

—

Cleo: Get him! Get him! Oh here we go!

—

Grian: Oh my god! I’m going down! Not like this! Not like thi—

—

Etho: You know how this ended last time Joel.

—

Joel: No! Not like this! Leave me leave me! Team! Team!

—

Pearl: This is not ideal. Why is he targeting me right now? This is— he’s killing all of my dogs. Oh no! Oh no!

—

Martin: oh no no no! I’ve fallen down a hole! Oh no! No no no no no! Oh the zombie’s here as well!

—

Ren: Alright. Alright alright. Let’s regroup here. I don’t think I can get him with the lava bucket. Stupid skele—

—

Scott: Just me and Binkie. We finally did it. There’s only one way.

[smolspoopy]

Heres a new snas on the scene named Petal! He was made because @insanelyadd had the great idea to make skeles based on candles,,,, and now I've fallen into a pit full of candles and im making lore for them

Petal is based off of their favorite candle pink sand because hell yeah gimme a pastel sans plz

I think ima call this au Candletale?

Basically all the characters are based on candles and they kinda look over and have powers that correspond with the season or vibe of the candle they're based off of uwu! So like Petal kinda looks over things that correspond with spring and the ocean! He's just a shy soft boy with a green thumb.

I'm gonna me working on this au's papyrus design tonight so hopefully I can get it to a place where I like it!

[sbnkalny]

There are people in the trees. You might not see them - but they are there. Waiting, watching and sniffing at every intruder. And if they start talking to you, you have to run! Don't look back! Just throw your half-eaten banana at them and RUN! *stirs my black bean juice* At least that's what the Mothman told me when I asked him if we could go for a walk. *sips my black bean juice* Well, I guess we still could go to the beach.

A lot of people who love to get high, for people in the world, the theory suggests, are extras) and what is more, they all know each other playing tennis, did you know him? are you sad? you should know, kalny kalny kalny. So if your scale measures a lift of 700 grams, YOUR balloon until it was true i never thought I'd meet a girl like you might not be here. Catch an intruder in my pirate Fortress? dead.. What is your opinion about it? yep, cats say meow. and SEALS say blebs! in other news, i Just spent a few hours writing four different articles about lamps and drones. (And about chairs, but that's the only way i'll eat 'em, actually, is with *bone hurting juice*. mmm, *bone hurting juice* On 'em. then there's nooooo stopping me.. I love french fries! especially with *bone HURTING juice* on 'em. "gimme five bees for a phenomenological study of THE intimate values of inside space, provided, of course, flies Anyway because bees don't care if it's god's own anti-son-of-a-bitch machine, or a GIANT hula hoop, we're NOT gonna stub my toe! ♪ or maybe by tomorrow, not gonna let them go

[izmaddieyt]

Gimme the mischevious skele-

huh

[ratsoh-writes]

Coughs in milf and dilf simp. You know the ransom ask you just did where s/o gets taken for ransom? Gimme the mafia Toris and Asgores version of that. And Gasters if you write for him? 👉👈 Ty

Ooohhh this is gonna get ugly.

Roulette (mt Gaster): ok, so this man is a serial cheater. So it all depends on if your his current main, or just a side chick. If you’re the side candy, then he won’t care and might not even notice you’re gone. If you’re the current main, then he’ll go after you, but only to save face. Roulette isn’t a good guy

Don (mt Asgore): he’ll pay the ransom, but when they arrive to give you back and collect the money, they fell right into Dons trap. With his best mafia member to back him up, one of the skele-boys will shortcut you out as you hear bullets flying in the background. Don comes home a few hours later, not a hair out of place and a huge bouquet to butter you up with.

Madame (mt toriel): it’s extremely rare that Madame looses her temper like this, but as soon as the ransom call ends, she’s screaming and cursing up a storm. Freak out over, she switches to work mode. Same as Don, Madame will gather her best and set a trap for the rival gang. But she likes to hit where it hurts. She captures a loved one of theirs, maybe the SO or child of the rivals leader. Uno reverse

[digitalvoidheart]

Could someone be very kind and gimme a human request? I'm losing ability to draw anime girls after doodling so much skeles for mermay XP

You could also just give some emojis so I can make a character out of them XP

that is if u wish to :3

[desiree-harding-fic]

The Phantom of the Opera but Taakitz

In which Kravitz fails pretty spectacularly at Phantoming but he’s trying very hard. Taako fails at “damsel-in-distress”-ing but to be fair he’s not really trying.

My parents were watching Phantom and my brain went taakitz because you know... spooky one and pretty one. But then I had to make it fit, and idk y’all. It’s pure silliness. Lmk if you want a kissin’ part bc if you do I have like 1/3 of that written. Thanks to @fandomsnstuff​ for encouraging me in every way to post XD

@herbgerblin >:333

*~*~*~*~*

Taako woke up not knowing where he was.

Which was, to begin with, just a massive red flag.

His head hurt. He felt heavy. And where the fuck was he? All he could see was grimy stone brick, and on them, softly flickering candlelight - and the sound of - was that water? He was having a hard time breathing - Lup’s fucking corset, he swore this was the last time she convinced him to take place in some fucking hairbrained scheme -

He shoved himself up to sitting and was immediately assaulted by a voice - 

“LUP TAACO, I HAVE BROUGHT YOU HERE TO -”

“What the fuck?!” Taako shouted, leaping to his feet, and then the fucking skirts got tangled and then the floor underneath him tipped -

And taako was wet. He was in water, in all these fucking skirts and he was wet and Lup was going to pay for this. 

He pushed himself up again, sputtering, and thank god it wasn’t very deep, he didn’t know what he’d do if was forced to swim in this ridiculous outfit - 

The voice came again.

“MISS TAACO, YOU HAVE BEEN SUMMONED TO THIS SANCTUARY OF MUSIC TO-”

“I’M NOT LUP!!” Taako shouted desperately, just to get it to shut up, the voice that was splitting his fucking head in two, and trying to arrange the soaking wet gown into some semblance of order, and he didn’t know where he was, and he woke up here, which was just - there was something immensely wrong with that because Taako didn’t remember going to sleep.

“TO- I’m sorry?”

“I’m not Lup!!” Taako shouted again, throwing his hands up in frustration, and giving up on the stupid dress, and looking toward the direction of the candlelight, and the whoever was standing there screaming at him, and - huh.

A man, half his face obscured by a mask meant to look like a skeleton, in a suit that looked more at home at the opera (where Taako was a moment ago - or it seemed a moment) than - was this a fucking sewer? - and a full on-cloak atop that, and a fucking ridiculous hat-

As Taako’s eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see more of the man’s face, which was, even with the one eye obscured, contorted into an expression of confusion.

He may have registered, distantly, that he also looked rather handsome, but fuck that honestly, because Lup’s corset was cutting into his side and he was wet and - and his brain wasn’t working. He was in the opera house, and then Lup - Lup had begged him to switch clothes because please< Taako, I can’t get Grimaldis to quit following me, please, just to throw him off - and then he was going out the stage door, but he didn’t get there… he didn’t get there because-

“Did you fucking kidnap me?!” he shouted.

“I - I didn’t - you’re not Lup Taaco?”

“No!! Fucking - look at me!” he gestured to the ruined dress, the way it hung, now clearly fitting ill - “Do I look like Lup to you?!”

“Yes! Well, no, I mean, but you - but you- you’re wearing her clothes!” The man sputtered.

“And?!” Taako shouted, “you don’t fucking know me, kemosabe! I can wear whatever the hell I like!” The man, whoever he was, was standing on some kind of shore, and Taako, sick of standing in waist-deep water, started hauling up his skirts and wading toward it. “And that’s another thing! Who are you to fucking - get off kidnapping my sister?!”

“I - No!” Tuxedo Man said, stumbling back further from the shore as Taako advanced, “it’s not like that, I - I can see where you’d think, but I - I didn’t want to -”

“Didn’t want to what?!” Taako continued, finally stepping out of the water, the heavy gown dripping on the stone, so much heavier soaked like this. Taako couldn’t take it anymore. If he had to fight this motherfucker over his sister’s honor or whatever, he wasn’t going to do it in a goddamn evening gown. He started tearing at the clasps at back of it, the ties, anything to get the fucking thing off of him.

“You mistake me for my fucking sister,” he fumed, “which firstly, you’re stalking my sister, apparently, so you’re gonna fucking die - and then you -what? Fucking chloroform me and drag me to some kind of sewer sex-dungeon god knows where, what am I supposed to think?!” The outer-most layer of the gown finally came off, and Taako flung it into the water behind him because honestly fuck this.

“No!” the masked man said, shaking his head furiously, “I didn’t - I didn’t mean anything untoward!”

“I think kidnapping is pretty untoward-”

“I wasn’t going to do anything to - I don’t - it’s not a sex dungeon!” he cried, “I don’t even like her!”

“OH?!” Taako said, and god, he wished he could get the corset off, because he was really running out of breath with all the shouting - “what’s your name, thug, because I’m about to-”

“Kravitz, but - Wait! No! I - I - please don’t, I didn’t mean any harm, I was - I was just trying to give her a violin lesson!”

“Give my sister a violin lesson?” Taako growled, “She’s the goddamn concert master of the Paris Opera I think she knows how to play the violin pretty fucking well-”

“It’s just the solo in the third scene of act five!” Kravitz pleaded, actually pleaded, and Taako supposed that was a point in his favor somehow, but still, “She - she keeps - the phrasing is all wrong, and it’s the climax of the piece, and I couldn’t stand it-”

“So you were going to kidnap her?” Taako said, completely dumb with disbelief because who did this motherfucker think he was - “Who are you to give notes on her fucking performance, huh?”

“I’m the composer!” Kravitz said, throwing up his hands.

That stopped Taako in his tracks, because what? Of all the off the wall lies to get him off the hook, that’s what spooky Kravitz went with? The composer of the opera taking Paris by storm. The opera that just had its run extended another two months. And sure, sure he might as well fight the skull-mask man in the fucking - sewers, he guessed, while wearing his sister’s evening wear, the composer of her fucking opera, who wanted to kidnap her for a violin lesson in the sewer because sure! Taako’s life was already so goddamn weird, he figured this might as well happen too, why the hell not?

Maybe he didn’t wake up at all. Maybe this was all one horrible, drawn-out nightmare. Maybe he’d been hit over the head and this was his brain’s last fanciful imagining before he went out.

He buried his face in his hands, tried to breathe deeply. And then couldn’t. Because of the corset.

Ok, he thought, if this is a dream, it has to end now, because I figured it out. I’m dreaming. Time to wake up.

He counted to five and then peeked out from between his fingers. Spooky skele-man Kravitz was still looking at him. In the moment, without all the screaming, Taako managed to just get a better look at him. He was leaning back against something that looked like a manual for an organ. Weird, but then again, no weirder than the whole. Sewer-dwelling skeleton thing.

There were a few things Taako could do. He could fight the skeleton composer man, who, the more Taako looked, didn’t cut nearly as imposing of a figure as he did a moment ago. Or he could play things out.

The thing was, Taako wasn’t particularly a fighter. And Kravitz the skele-man had kidnapped him once that evening. And getting flustered when Taako shouted at him didn’t mean that he wasn’t capable of taking Taako if he made good on his threats.

And Taako was tired.

Taako sighed, removed his hands from his face. Pinched the bridge of his nose. He was so tired. His head felt like someone had reached down into it and was pulling it slowly apart from each side.

“Uhm,” Kravitz said, “are you alright?”

“No,” Taako groused, and then sighed. He removed his hand. “I would love to kick your ass, darling, because no one stalks my sister and lives, but first,” he gestured to the whole… rest of his get-up. “Would you mind lending a guy a hand in getting this off? It’s fucking cold and ‘chaboy’s gettin’ real tired of not being able to take a complete breath.”

“I’m sorry?” Kravitz squeaked. His voice sounded about two octaves higher than before. His eyes, just for a moment, flickered over Taako’s body, panicked, and - well. That was interesting, wasn’t it.

“The clothes, Kravitz,” Taako said, purposely evoking his name. “Please? I’m wet as all hell and fucking freezing, and if I’m gonna throw you in this water and drown you or something I’d like to at least have a decent range of mobility so if you wouldn’t mind-”

“Um,” Kravitz said, “Please don’t drown me?”

“Gimme that cloak to wear and we’ll see,” Taako said back. Fuck, his head hurt. He was too tired for this.

“I can - I can actually do you one better, if you need me to. I have um…. men’s clothing around the corner if you’d prefer-”

“Fucking fantastic, skeletor, just get a move on.”

“Oh. Alright then, um. Follow me?”

And Taako did. Kravitz pushed himself off the organ and moved to his left, and sure enough, there was something like a corner, and a sort of tunnel, lower-ceilinged, and in it was - well, practically an entire apartment’s worth of furniture, all arranged just-so, with candles perched all about on tables and sconces on the walls. The place was drafty but all the same, it looked quite like Kravitz had made it into a perverted imitation of a home.

Beside the frankly absurd number of candles, and the lakeside organ, there was a series of screens, separating out the space where walls did not. Rugs, slightly tattered and faded. Old brocade armchairs that didn’t match. A desk, ink and pen sitting atop it with scattered papers, and, in the last “chamber” of the long, successive home, a bed and chests in something that looked quite almost like a bedroom.

Kravitz turned around and regarded Taako with a fair measure of confusion as though unsure exaclty what to do next, but after a moment, he fumbled with his gloved hands around his neckline, until he was able to untie the cloak from around his shoulders. He thrust it toward Taako, quite sheepish-looking now behind his half-mask. 

“Here,” he said. “You can um… use it to cover up, while I - find you some clothes.”

“Corset first, bones,” Taako said, only just in a small part to watch him squirm. Sex-dungeon indeed. Taako was feeling out the boundaries of the conversation and Kravitz was bashful, of all things. Probably not kidnapping Lup for - well. Probably not that then. Maybe the violin lesson wasn’t an excuse after all.

Taako was beginning to think Kravitz was… well. For lack of a better term, somewhat pathetic. Maybe just insane.

Still, he’d do. All Taako needed was an extra pair of hands. He turned around, back to Kravitz and facing one of the screens. “Help me outta this. I’m not used to the lacing and I need some more eyes. Might have to take the gloves off though. Dexterity, and all that.” That he did say to be mean.

“Oh. Um, yes of course,” Kravitz said, and Taako felt as much as heard him walk up to his back, closer than he’d yet been. Taako felt his hands pulling at the lacing of the corset, felt something come undone, and the constriction lesson by degrees. He pulled in a deep breath. It was heavenly.

For a moment, something frigid brushed against Taako’s back, and he jumped. “Christ!” Kravitz withdrew; Taako could feel that sixth sense of proximity dissipate.

“Sorry,” Kravitz said. “Poor circulation.” His voice was so much softer than before. Something in Taako’s chest twisted at the sound of it. “You should… you should be able to remove the rest of it, now. I can- I’ll get you some clothes. Oh, um.” There was a moment of hesitation from behind him, then he felt the weight of something thick and soft drape over his shoulders, felt Kravitz withdraw again. The cloak. He’d draped it over Taako’s shoulders. It was surprisingly soft. Heavy, too. Warm. Probably did him some good down here.

“There, you can - I’ll get you something to change into.”

Taako felt strangely hot. He busied himself pulling the rest of Lup’s clothes off of him, shivering as they hit the floor with wet slaps. Good god, it really was cold in Kravitz’s - dungeon… or whatever. Even with the many candle flames all around. Removing the corset was a blessing, though. Taako drew in several deep luxurious breaths, pausing in his undressing to stretch. He could hear Kravitz rummaging around in the trunks and chests behind him.

And the rummaging stopped.

“I’m just going to uh… leave these on the bed?” Kravitz’s voice came, “I’ll. I’ll leave you to it,” and he slipped out between a couple of screens, and Taako was alone in his… in his bedroom. In the bedroom of a mysterious masked man who somehow knocked Taako out, dragged him to god only knew where, shouted at him for being Lup and then seemed, inexplicably, very apologetic the moment Taako called him on it.

He supposed stranger things had happened to him in his life. 

Then he thought again, and no, they hadn’t.

It was almost disconcertingly silent on the other side of the screen. Taako wrapped the cloak around himself properly, stepping out of the last of Lup’s clothes, and left them in a heap on the floor as he turned around and moved to the bed. He dressed quickly (Kravitz’s clothes weren’t a perfect fit but they worked well enough), draped the cloak around his shoulders to keep out the persistent chill in the air, and stepped out from the screen. Kravitz was standing in the middle of what looked like his sitting room, as though he was waiting for Taako.

Taako crossed his arms. 

Kravitz began to speak. 

“Mister Taaco,” he said, “you have come to know too much of my domain. I cannot allow-”

“So,” Taako interrupted him, “Are we gonna throw down or what? I promised you an ass-kicking on account of defending my sister’s honor and all.”

Kravitz paused, and Taako could practically feel the frustration coming off of him. “I shall not be taking orders -”

“What happened to your voice?” Taako asked, cutting him off again, because god, what was he doing? “Is that a Cockney accent? What are you going for here?”

“This is how I speak-”

“My dude, we literally had a conversation without you going all Charles Dickens on me like not five minutes ago-”

“Could you let me finish?!” Kravitz finally snapped, accentless once more. “For once?! Please?!”, and Taako just waited, and watched as Kravitz realized what he’d done, as his whole schtick disintegrated before his eyes. “Oh goddamnit all,” he said, throwing up his hands in defeat.

Taako couldn’t help but smile. 

“Really nailing it on the whole spooky sinister vibe, my fella,” he said. “Really knocking it out of the park on that one.”

One hand came up to cover Kravitz’s face, laying over his half mask and eyes. Almost like pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It doesn’t usually go like this,” he sighed.

“How do the kidnappings usually go?” Taako teased. And god, what was he doing? He needed to get out of here. It was just that -

“I’m really more adept at hauntings,” his host said forlornly. “The abduction angle is new.”

It was just that everything Kravitz said was stranger, more unexpected, more absurd, more interesting than the last. And… strangely funny. It caught strange corners of Taako’s brain and captured his attention, raising flags and illuminating pathways that he wanted to go down-

But that didn’t mean he wanted to stay. In the dank candlelit sewer, with Kravitz, who, while it was clear he wasn’t a very skilled kidnapper and - whatever his thing was supposed to be here - had still been good enough to get Taako in the first place. And, atop that, was a person who’d just admitted to kidnapping Taako. And who seemed not to be terribly… thrown by the thought of it. Taako didn’t know anyone - well, until now - who seemed to view unwilling abduction as a done thing. No one Taako knew really considered that socially acceptable.

It reminded him that Kravitz, while… intriguing, was by no means safe.

It reminded him that he still needed to get the hell out of there. 

“Well,” he started, “the whole production could use some work, kemosabe. Points for the aesthetic,” he gestures vaguely to Kravitz’s getup, and the whole… opulent sewer situation, “but really, Taako’s rating this one a ‘room for improvement’ situation. Nice try, though, points for effort,” he cast his eyes around as he rambled, trying to see if there were any visible exits, but the only way he could see was back the way he came in - through Kravitz’s “house” - past Kravitz. 

Nothing for it but to try, he thought. 

“Thanks a bunch,” he said, inching forward, “glad to be of assistance workshopping - well, no, not glad, really - but I uh… I’m going to need to be on my way.” He stepped forward, purposeful. Kravitz countered, stepping in front of him, blocking his path. Shit.

“I am terribly sorry,” he said, and the thing was he actually sounded it, “but I really can’t let you do that.”

[artnerd1123]

Sans x Toriel or Moonwatcher x Winter

Gimme my sorielSorry winterwatcherI need my sweet sweet soriel rn

[crappyartforyou]

Yandere skele matchup? I'm a really short and skinny girl, short brown hair too, but I wanna grow it out, got ADHD, depression, and mild anxiety, I'm a VERY loud person, talk about my fandoms and I won't shut up, I'm always super passionate about what I love, and I'm a bit too stubborn for my own good. I tend to kinda rush into things and become obsessed before moving on and forgetting about it in a month (same goes with friend groups, haha...) and I am one HELL of a cuddler, like gimme PDA plz

Yandere Papyrus:

This boy loves you so much! Yes just as adhd as you so yes, every month you're redecorating your space, you're getting a new pet or plant, you're deep cleaning everything. And then slowly watching it get worse throughout the month. But by the time the first comes around Pap is so excited to start all over again.

He's no stranger to depression. But he's as open with you as you are with him. He leans on you like he wants you to lean on him. But if it ever gets too much for you because of your own things he will back off and rely on his brother while keeping you informed.

Anxiety is something that surrounds his life. It's not the best thing to be proud of but he is cuz he's gotten so good at controlling it. So while he's constantly frazzled at his core he's very peaceful.

An anxiety that he can't shake is that you will leave him like you leave others. Why should he be the exception?

He's also loud and a bit hard of hearing so he doesn't mind the volume at all. He loves your passion and tries to match it.

So happy to cuddle and give you chaste kisses in public. He loves knowing you want others to see you two together.

You do remind him of someone he used to know tho 💭