#HANDSOME SKELETON [Papyrus]

[moonpie016]

*Coughs

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Scoots your way.*

Once again made stuff. (And haven't continued progress on the animatic, but hopefully at some point I will.)

Possible eyestrain?

(I don't know but just in case because it is a little bright.)

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First we have here is another one of these lyrical drawings, Chonny's Inferno, yeah.

Thought to draw it and remembered I drew angel designs in the past, so I took that and applied it to this.

And made Heaven and the angel look different from Chonny because he's doesn't fit. Literally, he's not meant to be there. So that's why.

"Heck" would look how everything I'd usually draw in.

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And some doodles.

We got Cage, Bon, Sans, and Papyrus.

What a group. Like these a lot.

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I haven't drawn Papyrus in years, but drawing him and looking at it. I like how I can draw him more easily because I'd always struggle on how to draw his head.

(His arms are short but that's fine.)

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Anyways, that's it for now.

Hope you enjoy.

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[glitchedspace]

Attack on Papyrus.

Wonder how Bonetrousle would sound mixed with the main theme of AOT.

I don't fully remember the days these were taken, nor who made the giant Pap.

The Better K9 avatar is made by SoulSold

The MafiaFell Papyrus avatar is made by Wrisk

The Fell Frisk (standing between Classic Sans and Papyrus) is made by Flarlick

The red sweater Frisk avatar is made by *Lotus* (I have it, never noticed it before)

The FellLust avatar was made by DatWabbits (no longer available)

The Fell Papyrus was made by Lovecube (no longer available)

The giant Papyrus and smaller Classic Papyrus looks like they were made by either Karthol or Jitlag

I dunno who made the Error, but I know I've seen it several times

Dunno who made the Classic Sans, the goose or the little fox flying around Papyrus' head.

The Snowdin Town world was made by Unidelta

[naturaldreamer-reblogs]

@kiok0r0 (Same handsome Papyrus skeletons to see~!)

Commission for @starlightkitten19

Loved drawing them ✨👀

[undertalethingems]

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[bonelyheartsclub]

It's Spooky Season 🎃👻🕸🦇✨️

What's your headcanons for how the characters spend Halloween/October or what's their favorite costume idea?

Favorite Costume Idea -

Blue: Either humorous costumes or elaborate costumes.

Red: Usually goes for video game references.

Boss: Anything that makes him look, "tall, dark, and handsome".

Poplar: Usually oscillates between masc and femme costumes, but usually goes for either subtle costumes or things that are on-theme for skeletons.

Papyrus: His favorite costume is his original, but he's always down to create classics, like witches, scarecrows, etc. He's not great with being too scary though, so they're never intense

Nox: Generic fantasy costumes like a wizard, king, or cowboy. Sometimes he would make the outfit himself.

How they spend October -

Blue: Spends a lot of time exploring outdoors at mysterious locations.

Red: Not much changes in the routine, but he's glad that it's good sweater weather.

Boss: Loves decorating for Halloween and taking walks in the autumn morning air.

Poplar: Enjoys making autumnal desserts and paintings.

Nox: Loves getting seasonal treats like pumpkin spice and enjoys showing off his new coats and sweaters for the season.

Via @/DuskySkye (Blue, Red, Boss, Poplar), @/Creative-poptart (Papyrus), & @/ChrysanStarset (Nox).

[popatochisssp]

The Court AU has me DEAD!!! If you’d be willing, what sort of outfits would they wear? I’d love to draw them!

Anon, I had so many tabs open looking up medieval-type fashion and armor, we're talking like 30+, felt super awesome finishing this and closing them all 😌

Anyway--

Sans (Undertale): What’s black and blue and white all over? Why, him of course! His jester’s motley features a black-and-white diamond pattern, offset by bright, rich, royal blue—a mark of his service to the king. He doesn’t wear one of those silly hats, though…because he wears a silly hood instead! Less chance of falling off, you see. When not in costume he tends toward simple tunics, of decent material and often still in blue.

Papyrus (Undertale): Almost never out of full plate armor, even in downtime, he has to dress for the job he wants and that means being a shining metal bastion of knightly glory at all times! …Though he does often remove his helmet and hold it by his sword at his hip, or fasten it to his steed’s side. He’s a very handsome skeleton, it would be cruel to deny the people the chance to see their hero’s face!

Sky (Underswap Sans): Soft blues and yellows, as a squire only lightly armored—greaves and pauldrons, a mail shirt beneath his tunic if he’s expected to go into battle—but he considers even that much armoring to be overkill for what he’s doing. Still, his Captain insists, and it makes his brother feel better, so he takes care protecting himself. He has some nicer finery to wear about court, as a nobleman, but tends simpler for anything that might be dirtied or torn in training.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Rich green and earthy browns, his clothing tends to be without ostentation—no embroidery, no gold buckles or buttons, or anything especially elaborate. He may be noble but he’s a scholar and a recluse and prefers not to stand out much. Still, the fabrics of which his clothing is made are always fine, as coarse or stiff materials quite put him off. Mostly cottes—long belted tunics—with the occasional robe over, if it's cold.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Blacks and browns, sturdy plain clothes which can stand up to considerable wear and tear. Often wears a short diamond-quilted gambeson and some leather armor (vambraces and greaves), but always has a sword belted to his hip and a cloak made of dire-wolf’s fur draped over his shoulders. If ever he should need to acknowledge his denounced family name, he does have some finer clothing stored away somewhere—in red—and a shiny gold signet ring with his family crest on it.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Usually in half plate armor, dark metal heavily scratched and scorched, dents meticulously hammered back out. He also wears a tattered red cape about his shoulders that billows quite majestically behind him when he rides or runs into battle. He will occasionally dress down in laced tunics and breeches, still in red and black, fine but not too fine as to raise suspicion about his heritage. Should all that ever come out, he does have a suit of pristine night-black armor he’s been dying to inherit and a silken cape to pin about it with a golden clasp of the family’s crest.

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Mostly black but flaunts his privilege and royal ties with purple accents wherever possible. Brigandine armor with a fine gold-plated gorget and pauldrons and a few other ornamental trappings—he is the Empress’ personal guard and must in some capacity be as elegant. Very fine doublets and tunics for his (rare) downtime, often with gold threading, but not fond of most jewelries.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Dark colors and crisp whites, noble yet eccentric, he has a lot of fine doublets and other such court-wear but tends not to actually…wear them. He can mostly be found in loose-fitting cottes, baggy sleeves often penned up by leather armlets to keep them out of his paints. He has a fur-hooded cloak for travel or cold weather, but he rarely leaves his rooms, much less the castle, so he doesn’t don it often.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Dark browns and off-white cream, simple rough-hewn clothing showing signs of wear and occasionally odd stains. He works in the stables, with animals, and being around animals so much makes it difficult to keep clean. He has a somewhat decent dark blue cloak that he’ll wear into town for errands, or in polite company—it has a hood to conceal the great jagged hole in his head that tends to make the squeamish or timid flinch away from him.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Still hasn’t quite shaken the habit to be armored, even when it isn’t necessary, but he’s cut down from full plate to chain mail only, much lighter and easier to move around in—which is vital when hurrying to the training field for an accident, or running to meet a wounded knight at the gates. He wears a simple tabard over his mail, blue with red edging (the Queen’s colors), and keeps a pouch of bandages and other aid supplies belted to his waist instead of a sword.

Ash (Undergloom Sans): The livery of the king’s court, gray and gold, but dyed into fabrics suitable for common folk. He still wears gray when not performing at court, tunics so thickly woven they could pass as a gambeson and often paired with hooded cloaks, but he keeps his golds set aside until needed to keep them in good condition. He takes equal care of his shiny brass sackbut (it’s a horn, with a very funny name but an instrument nonetheless) so it always plays well.

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Off-white and tan linens, loose and breathable for hot work in the kitchens, sleeves rolled up and pinned at the elbows to keep them from getting in the way. Always an apron about his waist, occasionally with food stains after a long day’s work but these he quickly tends to as soon as he’s able. He has nothing in the way of real finery but tries very hard to make sure what he has is clean and presentable.

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Fine brocaded doublets of rich red and shining gold thread, as a duke and brother to a king, he does have to dress the part a bit. He wears more jewelry, especially rings, but nearly always still has his dire-wolf fur cloak over his shoulders. When called for executions, he dresses down quite a bit, in simple black cloth with only a leather pauldron over one shoulder to help brace the weight of his axe before he swings.

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): Half plate armor essentially at all times, even formal or polite occasions—he’s the owner of a stolen throne and all too aware that it could be stolen from him the same way he got it. His breastplate is scaled and his pauldrons are elaborately spiked, but it’s all black. The only pop of color on him is his crown, the same worn by Asgore and Undyne, gold and sharp, with rubies inlaid.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): Chain mail over a finely-made kaftan and beneath a traveling cloak, the latter two with signs of wear from a long journey. His head is notably absent of a crown—left behind in the kingdom he fled—but a new one awaits him soon, of flashing silver and blue stone, depicting the phases of the moon. When fully established in his new kingdom, he may begin dressing as a proper king again, draping himself in the blue and silver finery of the land that sheltered him.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Browns, greens, and blacks, he wears light leather armor—really just a breastplate and vambraces—and a thick woolen cloak about his shoulders. He has no need of greaves for his shins, legs lost to an accident in the wilderness, but supplanted by magical prosthetics, living blackened wood provided by his land when he called upon it for aid. …Not that he’s fully accepted that it’s his land, keeping his crown of twisting copper and emerald tucked away in a saddlebag instead of on his brow. Maybe someday…

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Rich purple and verdant green, amidst a sea of black—he favors very fine fabrics with open lacing at the chest. Still not especially fond of jewelry, but wears considerably more decorative leather braces on forearms, shins, and even the occasional full-chest corset. (He has some chronic pain and the extra pressure and support in certain spots helps.) He wears considerably more plain clothes for knight-training purposes and when traveling wears a black cloak with a cowl that comes down over the hole in his face at a point, as the beak of a raven.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): Usually in half plate splint mail armor for his patrols along the wall, but favors rusty oranges, brown and black for the tunics and boots and breeches he wears out of it. Often carries a lantern, and always has tinder in a pouch on his hip. Beside his pouch is a war-horn in case an alert would need to be called, loud enough to make everyone come running if it’s ever sounded.

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): A cavalierly styled courtier, at first having made do with graciously lent clothing and now being able to buy his own in a whole variety of rich colors—yellow, blue, magenta, and on. His aim is to look at home in court, which means he must dress as other courtiers do, so he has doublets and fine tunics and many, many fashionable capelets with embroidery and stylish pins, as well as a few equally chic plumed hats. The other courtiers look to him now for the latest fashion trends and he couldn’t be happier.

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): A bit more subdued in style than his brother…though only a bit. He favors black frocks, almost as a cleric would wear, but beneath them, elegant doublets in greens and yellows as vibrant as anything his twin wears, with fine silver filigree work in his buckles and pins and clasps. He’s the pinnacle of restrained class and taste and it’s no wonder at all that the king should respect him so highly if his care in thought is as his care in appearance.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): Deep, dark black from head to toe, most prominently a long hooded cloak with two eye-lights glowing in the darkness. He always wears gloves and never lets his hood down, as he’s not especially fond of his metal bones and doesn’t really wish to be seen. It’s difficult to see in the daytime, but at night he’s trailed by faint wisps of ghostly light in all colors of the rainbow, such a strange sight that many a drunkard who’s seen him has poured out their bottle presuming they’d had quite a bit too much.

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): Full plate armor, of course, but as he’s now some sort of spectral entity, it (and he!) glows and is slightly see-through. Being ghostly has washed out his colors quite thoroughly which is unfortunate—mostly all white with hints of silvery blue—but on the up-side he seems able to change his appearance some by will alone, donning or discarding his helmet at will, manifesting a majestic cape for himself out of the ether, and so on. It seems a fair enough trade to him!

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): A man at court now, he’s donned an eye-patch and abandoned the trappings of prospective knighthood, fully embraced courtier fashion…if a bit ‘eccentrically.’ He favors bright yellows and spring greens, flowing garments of fine cloth layered beneath and over leather vambraces, gorget, and tasset. All these are elaborately, intricately designed and certainly make the similarly intricate gold jewelry (with multicolored gems) that he wears at wrist and neck stand out, but it’s hardly in fashion… Still, the mystic’s thinking is often inscrutable.

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): Unlike his brother, very fashionable and eye-catching, in rich amaranths and brilliant turquoises, with even the occasional lavender. He has many fine embroidered doublets, threaded liberally with gold, and wears many pieces of gold jewelry as well—necklaces, bracelets, pins, and brooches. When showing the birds of the crown at court or bidding them on a royal hunt, he wears the livery of the crown-proper—royal purple and gold—and always has a thick leather falconer’s glove on his left hand.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): What’s black and white and red all over? Well, newspapers haven’t been invented yet, so it’s him, of course! He’s no jester so he hasn’t a motley to wear to work, but he is a performer and does dress in the livery of the king, which is red and black. The material is a bit finer than he’s used to, but being that he’s no longer wearing rags and rotting in a hole, he’s quite pleased with it and doesn’t mind the bright colors that help him attract the eyes of many comely nobles at court. Off-duty, he sticks to loose, somewhat open tunics—red still very much preferred.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): Laced linen shirts, not especially loosely fitting due to his largeness in the chest and shoulders but he hasn’t burst any seams in awhile so the measurements must be somewhat correct. He’s fond of white and a true connoisseur of red, all shades from dark to very light. He keeps an array of small carpentry tools—hammers, chisels, things for measuring—in a roll on his hip, a dedicated apprentice to the core.

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): All black, pourpoint armor beneath fine silk doublets but almost disappointingly plain otherwise—no embroidery, no ornament, or stitched pattern, or brocade. Over this he wears a cloak, equally fine and with at least some ostentation, a bit of silver stitched decoration that matches the intimidatingly clawed silver gauntlet he wears upon his left hand—a symbol of his wealth, if not his status. These flashy items are for matters of court only, as he has a much more nondescript hooded cloak and less identifiable sharp implement which he uses for matters of stealth and misdeeds when it is important that he not be recognized.

Hunter (Swapfell Frution Papyrus): A prince in princely attire…mostly. He happily flaunts the color purple but proudly wears it with the black of his old family name, and drapes himself in silk tunics, fine (mostly decorative) pauldrons, capes and capelets. He tends to show off a bit more of his chest than seems appropriate for a man of his station, and seems to wear his elegant silver jewelry in ways such that the eye is drawn there, and…other places, but few question the whims of royalty. His pewter crown is heavy and inelegant and he’s talked much with his brother about how angry people would be if he had it melted and recast into something more stylish.

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): Plain, rough tunics, in black and dark brown. He wears a heavy fur-lined gabardine as it gets quite cold in the dungeons, though it’s uncertain where he managed to get such a nice garment. He keeps a knife on his belt, large and jagged-toothed, and though he hasn’t had need to use it yet, the threat of it tends to keep most prisoners from attempting to bring him harm.

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): He’s traded in his full plate armor for a comfortably fit leather jerkin, accompanied by matching gauntlets to protect his hands and torso (inasmuch as they need protection, without flesh) from the thorns he trims back every day. He mostly wears black and white and brown, all things closely fit to his body, less they snag overmuch and need to be replaced too often. His clothing is simple but well-suited to his work, and he wears it nicely.

[magic-hcs]

Can I request for Papyrus, Sky and The Horrortale Brothers with Kindness Soul S/O who is a Baker and has a bakery (Also they have healing powers)

Thank you so much for the ask! And for being so patient with me. Bear’s ended up being very long while the others quite short. I also didn’t have much idea what to do with the healing powers.

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Sky: Underswap Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Papyrus: Papyrus loves to bake with you! He’s good at baking, it just looks like a mess at the end result yet somehow still tasting so very delicious. You two probably met at the baking club Papyrus goes to. Maybe you came over at the club to help out with a specific cake the club was going to prepare that day.

Papyrus saw you and was immediately attracted to you. Looking so beautifully and handsomely in that apron of yours and with that focused yet kind look on your face. How could he not fall so easily for you?

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Sky: He gets very happy whenever you come by with some new treats you made. You’re his go to place for coffee and a treat before he’s off to work. Loves helping you in the kitchen. Somehow, the both of you always end up with a bit of flour covering you both.

You gotta keep an eye on him when he handles stuff that needs a sense of smell while baking since he has none. (It’s the reason why his food sometimes ends up inedible.)

Sky’s an amazing taste tester though.

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Bear: Bear had just been walking back home from the animal shelter when the sweet scent registered within him. He came to a complete halt, the single eyelight in his socket enlarging slightly. Completely forgetting what Bear priory was heading to, to instead follow this amazingly smelling trail. He didn’t have to walk that far, the source of the smell - which ended up being a newly opened bakery - was quite close by.

It was a cozy looking little thing. With brown chairs that look to be made of braided and weaved materials, and wooden tables with carved decorations standing just outside the bakery. There were two big window panes se with small different colored stained glass decorating just above the window sills.

A big chalkboard stood just outside, and written in big letters were the words 'GRAND OPENING, SWEETENDLILY'S OWN WHIPPED CREAM CHERRY MUFFINS AND BANANA SWISS ROLLS'

Bear walked in accompanied by a little 'ding' sound of the bell hanging just above the door, followed by a voice calling out a "I'm coming."

The smell came from behind the door where the voice had called out to him. Bear tugged slightly at his beany making sure it was still in the right place. Hiding the big crack in his skull. The smell became stronger and there you were. Mittens covering your hands which held a big tray of sweet scented bread. You looked up at him and your eyes widened, never having seen a living skeleton before. But you seemed to get yourself under control fast and grinned at him. “Welcome to Sweetendlily! Wheat can I do for you today?”

That pun had almost flown over his head if you hadn’t been grinning at him expectedly.

And that’s how it all started. And when I say all started I mean really all started. You were assertive, straightforward and kind. You left Bear reeling with your delicious treats, dazzling smiles and laughs, baking based puns and sugary flirts. Poor boy just kept coming back like he was being called by a very welcoming siren’s song. It was to no one’s surprise that you were the first to make a move by giving Bear a muffin with frosting that spelled ‘muffin ask u on a date?’ With a little heart decorating the side. You two have been together ever since.

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Bean: Bean loves it whenever you come to visit, knowing you’re bringing all kinds of self made goodies with you to share with the brothers. He definitely asks you to give him the recipes of some of the pastries you often bake for him.

He likes to bake with you, especially the decorating.

Bean’s soul warms whenever you make something specially for him. It makes him feel so appreciated.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[thewonderingbard]

Hi cool people! (I don’t know if I’ve sent this ask so I’m really REALIY sorry if this su a repeat. Ny gold fish mind is depleting today)

How would the skeletons react to S/O wearing their clothing and it shows all the right curves? (Let’s say Male S/O)

-🍿 anon

Hello 🍿 anon!

I'm going with that male!S/O has borrowed their shorts or a shirt.(Or hoodie in Honey’s case)

Undertale Sans - Vanilla

He is bright blue. However, he doesn't miss a beat before saying

“Look at you~You’re making my BUTT pressure go through the roof” 

He is making butt puns allnight.He can’t help it! It's not his fault his S/Os curves are very well-defined in his shorts! He giggles to himself when his S/O gets all flustered because of the butt puns!

Undertale Papyrus - Paps

“NYEH!!!”

His darling S/O…IS EVEN MORE HANDSOME IN HIS SHIRT. He knew his datemate was attractive before but GOD DAYUM.S/O IS MEETING ALL OF HIS STANDARDS. STARS ABOVE! He adored S/Os curves before but now he knows his shirt makes them stand out. He is giving S/O twenty of his shirts.

Underswap Sans - Blue

He is speechless. His jaw? It is on the floor. He didn't notice his S/Os curves before(he is more of a personality type of skeleton) but NOW? My gosh! He can not get enough! He is calling and telling S/O all the compliments. Handsome.Dashing.Attractive.S/O is all of the words. He now insists that S/O always wears his shirts.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey

S/O has broken him. To say Honey appreciates his S/Os curves is an understatement. He LOVES them. So when Honey sees his S/O in his hoodie, which perfectly defines S/Os curves. He is lost for words. He quickly regains himself and wraps his arms around his S/O.HE BETTER NOT HEAR YOU DEGADING YOURSELF OR ELSE HE IS GOING TO FIST FIGHT YOUR BRAIN. Yeahhhhhh he now gives you plenty of his hoodies.

Underfell Sans - Red

He absolutely loves it when his S/O wears his jacket but when S/O decided to borrow his shorts to go out in? His skull is as red as a cherry. Somehow his shorts defined S/Os curves! He stutters over his words and gets so flustered he has to take a minute but when he comes back with his signature smirk and says something like

“And where do you think you’re goin’, baby boy?”

He makes S/O change because he is not letting anyone but him see his handsome S/Os curves.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge

He smirks. He has done this on purpose.S/O asked to borrow his shirt for a formal event. Edge gave S/O one he knew would be a bit small. And now? His dapper S/O dressed to the nines stood in front of him in an outfit that perfectly defines his S/O’s PERFECT curves. And bless the stars he loves it. He pulls S/O to him by the waist into his chest and says in his best ‘non-loud’ voice

“You look simply DIVINE~,My Prince~”

Horrortale Sans - Seaweed

LISTEN. This skeleton knows a thing or two about worshipping curves. So when his S/O is wearing his shorts…he is practically on his knees. He is throwing you compliments left, right and centre. That is it you are not allowed out looking that attractive. Into his hoodie, you go for a cuddle session. He honestly does not care if S/O has somewhere to be! S/O is now ‘busy’ with him worshipping S/Os curves and cuddling S/O.

Horrortale Papyrus - Papaya

If you thought Paps liked his S/O curves. This Skeleton is DEVOTED to his S/Os curves. He knows it means S/O eating well and he knows it's probably his food that has done this to S/O.He is not complaining. For a monster made out of bones, he can appreciate some extra muscle. He also loves that S/O is in his only t-shirt ( Papaya prefers not showing his arms).He was never going to wear it so it is S/Os now!

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Thank you for the ask!

I hope it turned out okay

-Morganna

[someverygaymoth]

Okay I just saw the phonebook au designs for Papyrus, Sans, and Mettaton and I need to know more about Mettaton in this au 😭 the idea of cunty robot librarian sounds amazing-

Okay okay, so Mettaton was originally helping out with calculations for Alphy's job, but he definitely kept complaining about "third wheeling" Alphys and Undyne's threat assessment meetings. Also at that time, Sans was literally staying so late he ended up sleeping at work overnight almost every day of the week because he had so much work on his plate, so Alphys, being the innovater and considerate bestie that she is, decides to help two of her friends at once.

She offers Mettaton a seriously upgraded body, if he'll transfer to the library and help Sans ans Papyrus with data analysis and cataloging. His response is pretty much, "THANK THE ANGEL, darling you know I cherish your company, but if I had to watch you and Undyne almost kiss and then get embarrassed and look away and pretend nothing just happened one more time? I think I would've dismantled myself." This poor man, being subjected to years of a lesbian slowburn.

Anywaaay, Mettaton gets a fresh new body and starts a pretty similar job to the one he was doing before, albeit with a few more trips to the coffee machine with a certain tall, handsome skeleton's sanity in mind. And low quality puns... unfortunately. They also assign a few more people to work in and near the library to take some more of the stress off. Sans is immensely relieved and Papyrus is very happy that his brother can now get some good quality rest without worrying about work piling up.

Mettaton is the diva of the library and has taken to writing up summaries of the multiversal activities and giving reports on them at their monthly meetings. Almost everyone still capable of feeling any joy and whimsy whatsoever enjoys this. Mettaton is nothing if not charismatic, after all.

[ratsoh-writes]

dealers choice rats~

SO wears a gorgeous swimsuit to the beach and the skellie catches some other people ogling them. do they do anything?

-katana

Sans: nah, they’re just looking. And sans honestly can’t blame them. He’s enjoying the view too. As long as those people don’t start harassing his SO he’s chill about a few harmless stares

Papyrus: he lowkey enjoys the attention his SO is getting! That’s right! That’s his gorgeous amazing, sun kissed, adorable, soft skinned, prettily adorned- many other descriptions- datemate!! Stare in awe!

Star: he might give a few a little leer back, but only if they’re being especially creepy about it. Otherwise Star is more happy to ogle his SO right wiff them lol.

Honey: he doesn’t notice the stares from others. He’s too busy being flustered over how pretty SO looks in their swimsuit. Stars, how did he land that??

Red: oh he notices, and he gives them all his best death glare as he wraps an arm around SOs waist. Reds body language is just screaming “they’re mine, back off!!”.

Edge: he too notices, and while he does possessively hug SO to his side, there’s an element of smugness there too. They’re just jealous SO belongs to edge and not them~

Mal: SO isn’t the only one getting stares here. Mal designed matching suits for them, and they are quite the handsome pair right now. Mal is feeling all kinds of proud of how his swimsuit design captures SOs beauty perfectly.

Cash: they done f*cked up. Cash is a very jealous skeleton, and SO can just see the aggression oozing out of him right now. He’s already plotting many pranks of retaliation for the strangers

Oak: he won’t notice one bit. He’s too busy being harassed by seagulls right now. Somebody save him!

Willow: he’s a mix of proud like papyrus, but a little insecure. Willow rarely wears swimsuits because of how exposed he feels, so he worries he doesn’t look good enough to stand by SO right now.

[tinyowlthoughts]

I'm ahead of the curve by eight years! Meet Papyrus, my baby, named after the fabulous skeleton himself:

He is a handsome boy with many talents, just like his namesake!

He's a thoughtful cat, with the soul of a poet, as well as a food connoisseur:

He has experience as a professional bird watcher and bed tester, both done pro-bono out of the goodness of his heart!

He is a master hider, although he does sometimes fall for booby traps...

But mostly he's my wonderful babushcat who has been with me through my lowest points, all the way to my highs, and who embodies the boundless love and positivity of his namesake.

Love you Paps.

And thank you to Mr. Toby Fox for sharing his beautiful creativity with the world. Can't wait for the rest of Deltarune, it sounds like it's going great!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

December Writing Challenge: Day 2

This one's a little late! In my defense, I was studying for an exam earlier and struggling with formatting on ao3, but it works now!

Full story below the cut! (Fonts aren't right, unfortunately.)

It’s not like Frisk hasn’t come across this exact scenario before - Papyrus, pressed up against the wall, frozen in the act of sneaking around the house. Usually he wasn’t even doing anything particularly sneaky; just training his skills as an ex-soon-to-be-but-never-will-now-because-they-disbanded royal guard… allegedly, as Undyne swore that she never taught him to do this and has no idea where he learned it from.

(Sans placed his bets on the hat man. Undyne doubted the veracity of the hat man’s existence. Toriel placed her bets on the hat man as well. Undyne furiously listed several reasons why there is no way that the hat man taught Papyrus how to sneak, not least of which because Papyrus was always caught and she had never seen nor heard of this mystery hat man. Sans pointed out that’s why Papyrus was still in training, and besides, he’d said, grinning, you can’t know if you’ve caught him every time if a successful sneak necessarily means that he wasn’t caught. Only the hat man could know the truth. Alphys sheepishly also placed her bets on the hat man. A dog got involved. As did fire, somehow. Undyne broke a pool table in half. Anyways.)

The point was, Papyrus pressing himself against a wall and doing his best impression of a startled marmot was nothing unusual, and ordinarily, Frisk would walk right by and pretend they didn’t see him.

But Papyrus had a paper bag in his arms, and a bag with something inside it that Frisk didn’t know about was something Frisk could not resist.

“Whatcha got, Papyrus?”

The skeleton sweat a little nervously, eyes darting from side-to-side.

“I AM NOT PAPYRUS! I AM, AH, SIMPLY HIS VERY COOL AND HANDSOME LOOK-ALIKE!!! NOT AS COOL AS HE, OF COURSE! BUT YES! NO RELATION AT ALL!!”

“You numbskull,” Flowey muttered from where he was wrapped around Frisk’s arm, playing on their game console. Frisk jostled him, making him miss his last jump.

“Don’t be mean.”

The game over screen flashed. Flowey hissed at them.

“Um…” Frisk eyed the bag as Papyrus continued to look all around the room like he was about to make a mad dash getaway.

“Um… Mr. Not-Papyrus?”

“HM? AH, YES!!”

“Um, uh, what’s in the bag?”

“W-WHAT BAG?”

“That bag,” said Frisk, pointing.

“OH!!! THAT BAG! YES!! …IT’S A SECRET!!!”

“Aw,” Frisk mumbled, downcast and pouting.

Papyrus immediately started sweating more, looking very conflicted.

“HM… WELL…”

He crouched down in front of Frisk and whispered to them conspiratorially.

“…I COULD USE AN ACCOMPLICE!”

“Really?” they asked, brightening.

“BUT!!!” he put one gloved finger up. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL ONLY SHARE THIS SECRET IF YOU, HUMAN FRISK, SWEAR TO KEEP IT!”

“Oh, are you Papyrus again?”

“ERM. YES.”

“That’s good,” Frisk said, reaching out for the bag. “I like Papyrus. He’s cooler.”

“FRISK…!!! WELL, OF COURSE, I AM THE COOLEST, BUT!!! MY COOL FRIEND LIKES ME BETTER THAN SLIGHTLY LESS COOL AND HANDSOME NOT-PAPYRUS…!” he looked a little teary.

Frisk nodded, but their attention was mainly focused on controlling their grabby hands, inches away from the mystery items in the bag.

Papyrus made to hold it out then paused.

“YOU DIDN’T ANSWER BEFORE! YOU SWEAR NOT TO TELL?”

“I swear!”

“I don’t.”

“OH! FLOWEY!!! I DID NOT KNOW YOU WERE LISTENING!”

“I… I’m right here,” Flowey said, outraged. “How could I not?”

“WELL, I SUPPOSE IT IS HARD NOT TO HAVE YOUR INTEREST PIQUED BY SUCH A MYSTERY…”

“I’m not interested!” Flowey protested. “I just happen to be right here and have-”

Flowey cut himself off, as he abruptly realized he did not, in fact, have ears, and thus, his point was moot.

Frisk’s grabby hands won out, and they tugged a bit at Papyrus’ scarf.

“OH!!! RIGHT! AHEM!!! DRUMROLL, PLEASE!”

Frisk rolled a beat on their knees.

“BEHOLD!!!”

Papyrus opened the bag with a flourish. Frisk peered inside.

Cooking supplies? No, baking! And… was that…?

“Butterscotch!” they exclaimed delightedly. “You’re making mom’s pie recipe?”

“INDEED! I AM MAKING IT FOR TORIEL HERSELF!”

“Oh, she’ll like that!”

“I AM ALREADY A MAGNIFICENT CHEF! AND SINCE I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF SPAGHETTI-MAKING, BAKING WILL BE A PIECE OF CAKE!!”

“Mm-hm!”

“AND!!! ONCE I HAVE THOROUGHLY IMPRESSED HER WITH MY BAKING EXPERTISE, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL BE APPOINTED OFFICIAL GUARD OF THE KITCHEN!!!”

“Yes!”

“Oh, goody,” Flowey muttered snarkily, detaching from Frisk and vine-crawling along the floor away from them, still engrossed in his platformer. “I’m sure there’s no way this could go wrong.”

Papyrus hefted the bag and Frisk into his arms.

“OF COURSE NOT! WE’VE GOT THIS… IN THE BAG!!! NYEH-HEH-HEH!”

“Hehehe!”

“Ugh,” Flowey groaned. “I’m going outside.”

“OKAY!!! HAVE FUN, FLOWEY!”

Papyrus turned and headed for the kitchen. Frisk positioned themself so they could wave goodbye to Flowey from over his shoulder.

“See you later, Flowey! Watch out for birds!”

“What…?” he turned, looking baffled. “Why would I need to watch out for birds?”

“Sans said that because you’re so tiny it means that birds can pick you up and fly away with you.”

“Oh, did he now…” Flowey said, gritting his teeth. “Well, tell that smiley trashbag that - actually, never mind! Don’t tell him anything!”

While Papyrus baked in the kitchen, Frisk watched and waited.

Their task - their very important task?

Guard duty.

This was not something Frisk took lightly, to be assigned such an important duty by such an accomplished former almost-guard. They watched the hallway like a hawk for anyone who might intrude and spoil the surprise for their mom.

The sound of the front door! Frisk tensed.

“Hey, Papyrus!!! You in here?”

Undyne. Fearless former captain of the royal guard. They weren’t feeling particularly good about their odds of stalling her here, but she was getting closer, and Frisk was a trusted accomplice, after all.

Frisk shot out in front of Undyne, spreading out their arms to block her path.

“Uh, hey, Frisk. What’s up?”

They hadn’t thought this far.

“You shall not pass!”

“I… shan’t?”

Frisk shook their head firmly.

Undyne seemed a mixture of both taken aback and confused, before a dangerous glint appeared in her eye.

“Ohh, I get it! You want to WRESTLE!!!”

Frisk really did not want to wrestle. But Papyrus’ baking surprise was on the line here.

They took one determined step forwards.

“Oh?” said Undyne, cracking her knuckles. “You’re approaching me?!”

“I can’t wrestle you without getting closer.”

“Oh-ho! Then come as close as you like!!!” Undyne grinned, her eye and sharp teeth glinting. “NGAAAAHHHH!!!”

“Hyaahhhhh!!!”

“Excuse me.”

Undyne and Frisk froze mid-lunge to find Toriel standing in the doorway with her arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, looking thoroughly unimpressed. Sans stood next to her, clearly amused.

Undyne coughed and relaxed from her wrestling stance.

“Ha, uh, sorry, Toriel… got a little… carried away.”

“Oh, it’s alright. Just don’t do it again. Frisk is much too small for that kind of roughhousing.”

She gulped.

“Yes. Sorry.”

Toriel nodded, then turned to Frisk with a smile. She opened her mouth to say something… and suddenly Frisk remembered.

Toriel! In the hallway!

“Code fluff! Code fluff!” they shouted.

Toriel blinked.

“Fluff…?” Undyne muttered.

“AHHHHHH!!!”

The sound of crashing pots and pans and silverware echoed from the kitchen, which was odd, as absolutely none of those items should have been involved with Papyrus’ current activity.

“WHOOPSIE-DOOPSIE! JUST A SMALL KERFUFFLE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE!!!” said Papyrus, sliding out of the kitchen in a way that was not at all suspicious.

“That was a bit suspicious,” Undyne muttered.

“NOT AT ALL! I WAS JUST… CLEANING!!!”

“Uh-huh. What are you up to, Papyrus?” she asked, poking him in the chest.

“I… UH…!”

“eh, it’s cool, pap, you don’t hafta tell us,” Sans shrugged, strolling up from… the kitchen. Frisk blinked.

“OH. THANK YOU, SANS!”

“we’re just not on a knead-to-know basis, i guess.”

“YES, THANK YOU, SANS…” Papyrus muttered through gritted teeth.

Toriel glanced at Sans curiously, clearly picking up the intonation of a joke but still oblivious as to its source.

“What?!” Undyne scowled. “Why not?”

“NO! WAIT! THERE IS NO KNEAD-TO-KNOW - ARGH! NEED-TO-KNOW BASIS!!! THERE IS NOTHING TO KNOW!!! EXCEPT A SPARKLY CLEAN KITCHEN!!!”

“Okay, I know you’re lying, Papyrus.”

“yeah, that was a little half-baked.”

“SANS.”

“Tell us!”

“NO!”

“bro, we’re pie-ning for a hint here.”

“NO!!”

“Do I need to noogie you again?! Do I need to noogie the skeleton?!”

“NO!!! NO YOU DO NOT!!!”

“c’mon, i just want a piece of the pie.”

“THAT’S NOT EVEN A PUN! THAT’S JUST LITERALLY WHAT YOU WANT!!!”

Toriel’s face lit up suddenly as it clicked.

“Papyrus!” she gasped, sounding very touched. “Were you trying out my pie recipe?”

“…ah. whoops.”

“…NYOOOO HOO HOO!!!” Papyrus wailed, collapsing to the ground dramatically. “THE SURPRISE IS RUINED!!!”

Frisk wisely chose to back away slowly from the erupting chaos. Flowey, his vines securing him to the door frame, peeked in and raised an unimpressed eyebrow.

“Mission failed,” Frisk mumbled to him.

“…you don’t say.”

[floofanflurr]

What's a Papyrus made of???

A SKELETON, OF COURSE!

Other than a skeleton.

PUZZLE PASSIONEERING, AND DARING TO A GREAT EXTREME? OR PERHAPS YOU MEAN MY ENDLESS HANDSOMENESS AND CHARM!

Well, those too! But how do people draw you? You aren't made of the same shapes as your brother, after all!

I AM MADE OF MANY SHAPES! GREAT SHAPES! SANS IS MADE OF... SLIME. OR SOMETHING.

He's made of circles.

THAT'S WHAT I SAID! SLIME, CIRCLES, BROTHERS—IT'S ALL THE SAME THING.

Hmmm, I guess you kind of have a point, but—

...Well! I digressed! Here's a little thing I put together containing a lot of my observations about how artists commonly draw Papyrus! There's a lot of variation, (a lot a lot!) but I have found some common trends! Like building blocks!

OR A PUZZLE!

A Papyrus-shaped puzzle!

Not pictured here is the variation in the top part of the skull! (What I have depicted as a circle here.) Some people draw it more angularly, or even more like a square.

ARE YOU CALLING ME A SQUARE?

No-

GOOD! BECAUSE I AM ONE! A SQUARE, THAT IS! NEVER BROKEN A RULE IN MY LIFE, NO SIREE!!!

...Are you sweating right now?

NO!

...Hmmm. Anyway! This post is getting long, so there's more under the cut!

WHAT'S A CUT?

Well, this is a tumblr post, so that means that I want to put some of the longer content I make behind a read more line. That will collapse the rest of the text so that it doesn't make it too hard for people to scroll.

TUMBLER? SCROLLING? YOU SOUND LIKE SANS.

Sans uses tumblr?! Oh no...

...Well, onto the rest!

There's a lot more variation of Papyrus's mouth. People can get really creative! But most of the common depictions I see follow these building blocks.

YOU MEAN PUZZLE PIECES!

Yeah! Puzzle pieces.

THIS PUZZLE NEEDS MORE SPIKES! IT IS DISTINCTLY LACKING IN THE DEADLY SPIKE DEPARTMENT.

Wait, no— Papyrus put that down! This is not a spike kind of puzzle!

And finally, eye sockets! I've seen people do them in a lot of different ways, including like Sans's sockets but slightly longer. But again, this is how I see it done most frequently! And Papyrus has a lot of more extreme expressions, such as his eye boggle and his sparkling sockets that adds even more variation.

And that's it for now! There's still a lot I didn't go over, and I don't know if this could be counted as a tutorial? (Though if it helps, that's great!) I'm more just here to ramble about all the cool art I see of Papyrus!

I didn't get a chance to go over Papyrus's nose, nasal ridge, or the way people draw his neck. Not to mention the rest of his body! And his clothes! There's lots more common depictions (building blocks!) there.

PUZZLE PIECES!

Puzzle pieces. Like scarf vs. cape, gloves vs. mittens, round battle body or more square. (Or even a normal crop top!) Shorts vs. bowl, black tight material vs. bare bones...

That's not even getting into the AU Papyri! They also have common building blocks! (Puzzle pieces, I know.)

THEY AREN'T AS HANDSOME AS ME, ANYWAY! EVEN IF THEY ARE ALSO VERY GREAT.

Ahem. ...Debatable. (Fell gives you a run for your money in the handsomeness department—) ...Nah, you're right.

I AM, AND I KNOW IT!

(I'm also not as good at drawing them...)

Well. Needless to say, there's a lot to cover! And I've spent... huh. 7 hours on this so far! So I'll leave it off for now and maybe do a bit more if there's any interest.

WHO WOULDN'T BE INTERESTED IN ME? WHAT DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME HAVE TO DO TO GET SOME RECOGNITION AROUND HERE?

Never change, Papyrus. Never change.

THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN UNHEALTHY IDEAL! ...EVEN IF I DON'T SEE HOW I COULD GET ANY BETTER.

Huh. Surprisingly true.

Well. Thanks for sticking with this so long!

How do you draw Papyrus? I'd love to see! Do you use any of these building blo... puzzle pieces?

OOOH ME TOO, ME TOO!!! I WANT TO SEE! YOU SHOULD ADD MORE SPIKES THAN FLOO, THOUGH.

[undertale-fic-librarby]

(●’◡’●)ﾉ Hello! Do you have any stories about like the world of Dancetale this au is so interesting to me that it so little to not find much of it.

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Despacito by bwandrz (Explicit, Incomplete)

You are the lead singer of Mili, an up and coming band you formed with your long time friends. You’re finally at your next chance at a record deal when you’re once again turned down. Desperate for help, your manager cashes in for a favor and enlists Mettaton’s aid. With a single signature you’re thrust into the world of monsters. Now you’re being taught to dance by a prima donna robot with an unexpected and freshly internet famous dance partner: The tall, handsome, and destructively talented Desperado who starred in the internet’s newest viral video. While your life has altered significantly with your new role in Mettaton’s dance routine, Papyrus is a beacon of sunshine that keeps your spirits up. The two of you click instantly, and you become fast friends… If only his older brother felt the same.

I'm Going to Change You Like a Remix by TheMsource (Explicit, Incomplete)

You could still feel the skeleton looking at you, if not more directly than before. [On Hiatus]

Healing In Motion by hawkhome348 (Mature, Incomplete)

What happens when two broken people with pieces of themselves torn out and missing, find those missing pieces in each other?? find out on the next Dragonball Z ~~~~~~~ a Dancetale romance!fic. prepare for tears, funny tags aside this is some srs biznas -THIS IS YOUR "DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT" SIGN- character credit to teandstars / Toby Fox thanks also to Kamari333 whose works helped me figure out a few characterization issues I had along the way!!! rated “M” for mature language and psychological themes. there *may* be future smut in which case i’ll change the rating SEE THE NOTES for the ORIGINAL TAG LIST with the homemade funnies!! still updating, but no longer a fixed schedule. no more than every other week though, especially as i try to rebuild my buffer Also, if you are inclined to, please leave comments, I adore them ❤️❤️❤️ -------------- check out my side-oneshots involving Sans and Tabitha!: Extra Side of Saucy Food for the SOUL <3 <3 <3

Masks and Meanings (Dancetale Sans/Reader) by Catthhay (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

***Dancetale needs more stories*** Monsters have danced their way up to the surface. It has been three years, in fact. The novelty of monsters has passed, and discrimination is bad. Humans are proven to be bigots, most of the loud ones anyway. Meanwhile, what usually isn't among the bad news on TV is the fact that monsters are actually world renown for their dancing. It is the only thing nobody can say anything about them lacking skill in. You are somebody who despises the hate against monsters that is monopolozing the news. So you speak up; you make a statement. You do it over a long period of time, and you do it in a way that neither monsters nor humans can ignore because of its symbolism. You make your stand through dance. You put on feature-disguising makeup paired with a masquerade mask, cover up defining features on your body, and you make random appearances at crowded areas in your town. You just dance, your songs always laced with meaning and often self-written. Nobody knows who you are, but your dances are always special and they make an impact. These random protest dances have earned you a nickname, and the attention of a certain skeleton.

All the Right Moves by thealmightywonderwaffle (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You were sick of the crap you had to deal with on the surface, from strangers to your own family. Mostly because of your passion for colorguard. You were sick of it, so you took your essentials and precious equipment and ran away. You didn't expect that one little scenery trip on the way to wherever you were going would lead to you falling down a hole into a new world which treasured any and all dancing like it was, well, magic.

[crystal-va]

Pyro's story

"In an AU full of violence and hatred... Sadness and despiration... Many have tried to... 'fix' these issues, but all have ended in failure."

The undergrounds Royal Scientist, Dr. Gaster, left many unfinished experiments and blueprints behind after disappearing. The new Royal Scientist, Dr. Alphys, was ordered to finish the experiments that were left behind. But, there was a massive issue... she couldn't read it. All the papers were written in a language that it seemed no one could understand. Some had a vague sense of familiarity, but still couldn't understand it.

After many of the assistants and researchers were executed for being unable to decipher the text, Sans, the Royal Judge, stepped forward with a simple offer, "I can decipher it, if ya pay me." Sans, was paid handsomely, and he deciphered the papers perfectly. From that day on he often worked with Alphys on Gaster's old experiments.

One day, Sans was called from his sentry station in Hotland to the lab. When he arrived he was met with Asgore and Alphys beckoning him to follow them. Sans followed and found himself in the secret lab where Gaster's old papers had been found. He hesitantly followed Asgore to an old testing chamber that looked like it had recently been on fire. It was completely covered in ash.

"I-I'm sorry, Sans..." Alphys mumbled as Sans was knocked out cold by Asgore. Sans woke up only a few moments later. He was tied down today a table, he quickly realized what was going on when he saw Alphys holding a syringe filled with a mixture of royal fire magic and stabilized DT he had helped her create a few days ago, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" Sans exclaimed as the needle was lowered towards his left eye, "We're making you stronger," Asgore coldly responded.

Sans awoke the next day behind Asgore's throne. "What the fuck..." Sans sighed as he looked at his hands, his bones were gray, as if charred, and it hurt. As Sans became more and more conscious, that pain got worse, almost completely unbearable after only a few minutes. "Ah, Your awake... good," Sans looked up to see Asgore looming over him.

Sans was forced to move into a home in Hotland near the lab. For many years Sans was held on a tight leash and personally trained by Asgore daily. He wasn't able to spend much time with Papyrus, growing more distant than ever. The only positive for him was the special clothes he got to channel his mass amounts of fire magic so he wouldn't burn himself to ash. But it would be great if he didn't need them at all...

Sans took up a side-job with Mettaton as a pyrotechnician, working backstage during Mettaton's shows to give it a bit of a... spark. He actually kinda enjoyed that job, but... it wasn't good enough to make up for all the shit he had to deal with outside of it. Sans swore that he would break himself free and punish Asgore for not only what he did to him, but for absolutely everything Asgore had fucked up in the underground. Sans would do what many other rebel groups had tried, but he'd make sure to finish it.

One day, about 4 years after the injection thing, Sans was writing down his plan on how to kill Asgore.

"Quite ambitious, aren't we?" An unfamiliar voice said from behind.

"Who are you?" Sans said without turning around.

"Heh, someone willing to help ya... How about that?" The unknown person said with sincerity.

Sans finally turned around to see who the hell broke into his house. His eyes were met with an incredibly tall skeleton monster with odd multicolored eye lights and an uncanny resemblance to him. "The fuck...?" Sans quietly questioned.

After some questioning from Sans, and some... dodgy answers from the unknown skeleton, the two discussed Asgore's assassination in great detail.

"Training with him almost every day will make this fairly easy, heh." The unknown skeleton remarked.

"Yeah, you'd think, but he's just too strong, I gotta go for something more traditional. If I try to get him during the training, I'll just end up dead instead." Sans said, disappointed at the fact.

"Of course! That's why I'm here... I can make you so much stronger than you could ever imagine!" The unknown skeleton said with conviction.

"How the hell do ya plan to do that?" Sans questioned.

"Simple, you just take my hand, give me your soul, and I guarantee you power!" The unknown skeleton chuckled.

"My soul? The hell are you talking about?" Sans just kept questioning.

"It's true! Your soul in exchange for the power to give freedom to everyone else in the underground! Or... are you too selfish? Too cowardly?" The unknown skeleton said grimly, piercing Sans's mind with thoughts of failure. Why have such simple insults dug so deep at his soul? Why did these words... convince him? Why did he want to listen?

Despite his better judgement, Sans shook the unknown skeleton's hand. Purple fog enshrouded the two as the unknown skeleton began laughing manically. Sans felt a sense of raw power and an unstoppable sense of destruction flowing through his body.

"Now... go." The skeleton commanded as his eyes began quickly swirling and cycling through the red, purple, and yellow of his eyes.

Sans was given a new name before going to Asgore's castle, Pyro.

Pyro could've never imagined he'd end up like this, he knew he was impulsive and idiotic at times, but this... deal, seemed excessive...

The battle between Pyro and Asgore was... underwhelming. Asgore was completely outmatched with Pyro's new power.

Freedom was truly given to everyone in the underground with Asgore now dead at Pyro's hands. Everyone except for Pyro himself... He was now owned by the unknown skeleton, now known to be named 'Dealmaker', an extremely straightforward name...

Pyro wasn't alone though, he had a fellow Sans to relate too under Deal, his name was Disturbed. They get along mildly well, not always seeing eye to eye on everything, but always being good friends.

~END~

It's got issues, it's simple, but I like it, kinda...

I might turn this into a slightly more fleshed out comic sometime in the future, maybe.

Hope ya enjoyed Pyro's updated story!

[otterorchidwrites]

Comets and Clarity

Hey how do you do?

Im in a undertale sort of phase so i wanted to start out by writing some sans x reader! This may be a series, so look out for more!

Basically: you and sans go stargazing on a roof, and things get a little lovey dovey

Warnings: 18+!!!! Tasteful smut, they love each other your honor, they so the hanky panky on a roof, missionary style, piv sexy times 1 swear you guys, guess who its by

(F)!Reader x vanilla sans

If you liked this feel free to request another character in sans/papyrus verse, im trying to get their personality’s down!

Enjoy!

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You couldn’t sleep.

You were looking out your window, staring out into the dark forest with a droopy gaze. You would close your eyes every once in a while, but you still couldn’t fall asleep.

You rolled out of bed and onto your feet, before treading across your fluffy rug to your closet. You dug around for a minute, before finding what you were looking for.

A ladder.

Setting it up under the big skylight in your room, you made sure it was secure before tangling your messy bed head into a clip to put it up. Grabbing a couple blankets, you started climbing up the ladder. Getting to the top and looking down on your room, you smiled happy for making it this far.

(Your fear of heights made this a little harder)

Then you opened the latch on the window and carefully lifted it, which side note, hearing it creak and groan was not reassuring. It opened however and you climbed through the top, landing safely on the roof of your home. You breathed a sigh of relief and propped the window open carefully, before laying down and wrapping the blanket around yourself.

Feeling a fizzle of magic made you get goosebumps and your neck hair stand on end. It felt like pop rocks prickling your skin, and you smiled as the next thing you felt was a skeletal hand reach out and grab yours. And then he used his other to knock on your blanket you had surrounding you.

“open up” the voice rumbled, causing you to smile gently and open the blanket to your skeleboy. He snuggled in your side and put his head in the crook of your neck, tickling you with the strange magical air he was blowing out.

“Hello to you to sans.” You whispered, snuggling into the smoothness of his skull. He mumbled and squeezed you, before leaning back and looking at the stars above, arms wrapped around your waist.

The 2 of you sat in silence for a while, staring at the stars and comets above and holding each other. Finally, you felt sans move and put his hand on your cheek, turning your head from the sky above to his face. You looked at him with confusion, before he looked at you with a certain gaze moved in for a bony kiss.

It always felt a little weird kissing the boys, because it was like kissing magic itself. Their teeth were strangely soft, moving against your plush, warm lips. You buzzed with energy, feeling his intent behind the smooch.

It was filled with love.

He started to get more handsy, getting as close as possible before gently licking your lips with his tongue. You smiled into the kiss and opened your mouth, letting sans in as he continued this little make out. You hummed when he entered gently into your mouth, your tongues meeting in a dance as you tasted his strange echo appendage. It tasted and felt at the same time, the emotion felt like you were kissing the stars itself. His tongue sparkled with energy, telling you that he was excited about this. Eventually, you broke for air, panting against his skull as you touched foreheads with him. His grin was stretched, and his eye lights turned into upside down hearts, staring into your eyes.

“your more beautiful than the night sky, you know that?” He whispered to you, bringing up a hand to rub your cheek with his hand. Your breathing was still ragged from the kissing, and you smiled at the handsome skeleton. He chuckled as a blush filled out the apple of your cheeks, prompting him to kiss your nose. He then pecked down your neck, before laving his tongue over your collarbone. You gasped in surprise, looking at sans before you. He had his face in your neck, continuing to lick up and down your neck.

“What are you doing?” You chuckled, letting out a tiny moan when he nibbled your earlobe, sucking and biting on it.

“showing you how much you mean to me starlight.” He rumbled, before his hands slid under your shirt and over your head.

And you let him.

He continued kissing your neck, reaching your breasts. He waved his hand and the clamp that held your bra fell away. You gasped when he threw the black and pink item somewhere else on the roof, smiling to himself as he finally got your boobs.

Before he did anything, he went you to hastily kiss you again, to which you panted into the kiss as he brought his hands to fondle your breasts. He rubbed gentle circles around your nipples, causing you to moan lightly into the kiss. He licked your lips before going down and sucking a nipple into his teeth. You gasped and wiggled, before laying down on the roof and grabbing his skull with your hands.

Noticing his eye lights were on you, you gave a shaky smile. He returned it by licking your nipple and carefully biting the areola. You cried out, feeling your legs squeeze together at the magical sensation of his crackling tongue against you. He grunted at your sounds, and nuzzled in between your boobs, giving a kiss to the soft skin that could be found there.

“ amazing boobs” he moaned, rubbing and playing with the skin. You giggled and leaned up on your arms to look at him as he fondled your breasts.

He looked like he was having a great time.

No seriously, his pants were glowing.

Quirking an eyebrow and looking in the direction of his pants, you looked back and saw a blue flush covering his face as he noticed you looking at him.

“bust-ed” he chuckled out, causing you to snort and stare in shock at him.

“I am topless and your making boob puns?” You asked, biting your lip as his grin grew.

“ yeah, I just c-something I like” he laughed, making you gently shove him. Then you remembered where you were.

Currently on a roof in the middle of a forest clearing.

“Should we be doing this up here?” You asked, looking at him with your nose scrunched. You felt your nips perk because of the cold, and sans looked around. “what if we fall off?”

“ ill catch ya” he winked “ and why not make love on a roof looking up at the stars?” He shrugged, and you shook your head. “Fine. Get over here and warm me up.” You made grabby hands at the skeleton, who smirked, before taking his sleep shirt off and leaning over you to put it under your head. You smiled at the kindness, before your lips were once again in a kiss. Sans kissed with hunger, stealing your breath away you moaned into his mouth, and he reciprocated, before moving forward and rubbing his bony chest on yours. His ribs hit our nipples just right, and you opened your mouth to gasp. Sans stared at you with bright eye lights, breathing heavily and continuing the action.

You squirmed and panted, the gentle feeling causing the sparks through your body to ignite. The feeing between your legs grew, and you squeezed your thighs to try and relive it. All that did was make the pressure worse.

Sans quickly noticed and slid a hand down your torso, before lifting your pants and slipping into your underwear. His skeletal hands cupped your sex, causing you to release the loudest moan you had let out yet.

“ your so wet” he gasped, rubbing his fingers around in your slit. You mewled at the sensation, letting out a breath as he continued to rub your most sensitive area.

“ tibia honest” he started, letting out a grunt as he slid one finger inside you, causing you to full-body shiver and cry out “ I want you to cum first, but I really got to get in there” He chuckled, before ending it in a moan. You smiled blissfully as he pumped his finger. He leaned his head down, putting on arm on your cheek and keeping the other gently rubbing you. “Do you think you can take me like this?” He asked quickly, urgently pulling down your pants.

You helped him and shuffled out of your grey sweats, moaning as he started pumping faster.

“Yes I can, just hurry up” You gasped out, grabbing at his back while he grunted out an affirmative. He barely got his sleep shorts off before you were wrapping your legs around his small waist. Sans rumbled as you did so, grabbing your thighs. You moaned as he leaned down, setting a hand next to your head and kissing you in the process. You happily accepted, wrapping an arm around his skull.

He grunted as he rubbed his ecto against your warm, wet lips downstairs. You shivered in response, panting open mouthed as he pumped his hips against yours.

“ y’ready?” He mumbled against your neck, panting against it in desperation. You stared up at the stars above, the sky looking blurred as your vision and ability to think was slowly fading. “Sans I’m read-oooohhh” You moaned, feeling him slip his fat head into you. He loudly groaned, his eye sockets going black as you looked up at him and the sky. His grin was strained as he huffed into your face, the arm beside your head shaking slightly from the squeeze.

“ oh starlight” he growled, before pushing more of his ecto into you, the girth making your eyes roll back as rubbed your walls just right. Sans continued gently sliding in and out, until he got to his hilt. Your butt was hitting his hip bones and giving you a delicious pinch of pain.

“ you good little lady?” Sans breathed out, and you cried out as he shifted, causing him to wince from the contractions of your walls. “Mhm-hm” was all you could get out before the skeleton pulled back and thrust back in with more strength than he usually showed. You yelped, grabbing onto his back as he grunted, burying his head into your hair and wrapping his other hand around your head. Both of you were holding on for dear life as sans started a frantic pace, clearly lost in the pleasure.

Breathing out quick huffs in time with his thrusts, you felt yourself slipping. Sans felt it to, and grabbed one of your hands with his, holding it between his thin, skeletal fingers. The touch sent waves through your body, the closeness and kindness of the act making your heart flutter along with the fact that this man was ramming into you.

“I love youuuuooohhh” Sans started moaning, over and over he panted it into your ear, before he bit on your neck to quiet himself. You responded with your own declaration, moaning at this whole situation. It almost was out of a fairy tale, you getting railed on a roof under the stars with Prince Charming.

Eventually you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter and your eyes blew wide because of all the spots dancing in your vision. Sans noticed your body wiggling and your legs tensing, so he released your hand, which you whimpered at, and he took his bony hand down to your part your petals and rubbed your clit.

The loving intent he put behind the act filled your eyes with tears as he whispered a “ let go” into your ear.

And so, you did

Your vision exploded, going white, and you felt your body tense up and shake. You vaguely heard sans growling and pumping faster into you, before pushing his hips into your butt to get a close as he could and letting out a low groan. You mewled against him, pulling the skeleton closer until you were clutching on to him. He pumped a few more times as you rode out your orgasm, and he did his.

He mumbled something into your neck, and you turned to see him staring up at you with his eye lights in hearts.

“What was that skeleboy?” You panted, biting your lip. “What do you call a ghosts erection?” He asked cheekily, making you playfully frown. “what” you deadpanned, rolling your eyes to look up at the stars. You could practically hear his smirk “ booooners”

You burst into laughter, while sans covered you both with the blanket and got you settled in to sleep.

Eventually, you both found peace under the stars.

You woke up to someone grumbling and climbing up the ladder to your room. You turned and saw edge himself poking his long head out your skylight.

“DID YOU TWO FUCK ON THE ROOF????”

You and sans gave each other a sleepy look, before bursting into laughter.

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