#I feel like there might be some at the end of uf that I missed

[justkillingthyme]

70 seconds of Hershel saying Luke or My Boy

(Please let me know if I missed any so I can update!)

[seirindono]

Just found out about Missing Scarf yesterday and I have to say I am already in love with this comic. I also feel like Mel has very easily become my favourite character in all Undertale's multiverse, which actually feels refreshing because I have been a huge fan of Gaster's variations for a few years now lol (consedering she seems to be related to him in someway, that might explain how I ended up liking her so much, haha). I was wondering, what was your inspiration to create Mel? Could you tell us more about her? Obviously we will learn more about her in future updates, but what about her personality, for example? I'm really loving your work, it's amazing! Keep it up, but make sure you don't overdo yourself. (english is my second language, so excuse me if something may have sounded off)

Welcome! And thank you so much for the kind words, it's never less than an honor to see readers get attached to Mel and her story, especially when she's surrounded by some of the fandom's all-time favorites (uf, us, og cast, …)

And the Gaster part...Well, yeah, I totally understand ( ´ ▿ ` )

Regarding her personality, hm there's a lot to say, and much I'd like to compile in a single post (hence this poll, but Mel can't go first for reasons).

What I can say, however, is that one thing that's important to consider when discussing Mel is her moral compass. Notion of Good and Evil, what's wrong what's right, responsibility and zeal, loyalty and instinct. Guilt.

The Mel who is excited to receive reader's gifts, banters with Blue and gives advice bc she feels bad for Axe is the same one who threatened to ruthlessly dust Rus and talks about “stalking” soul-broken fellow Monsters for duty sake all the while hiding things from everyone.

Most of Mel's actions, words and reactions can be understood or anticipated if your start considering this and where she gets her values from. You might gain a whole new perspective of her character as well while doing so.

(As for concrete inspirations, you could say she's loosely inspired by various fictional works with ambiguous/grey characters, knights, and a smidgen of irl observation.. Anyhow, Mel was initially writen to give the impression of a undertale secret mini-boss. Optional too)

[quantomeno]

(Spoilers for Prof. Layton games 2, 3 and 4)

The UK/European Layton game titles are better than the US ones:

Pandora's Box/Diabolical Box:

Now, some might think conflating the legends of two different boxes is bad, and I admit the fact there are two names to the box in game is a bit annoying ("the Elysian Box, also known as Pandora's Box" was such a confusing line to hear as a child, especially because the Elysian/Elysium connection didn't click (and I was at my peak Greek myth period too)), but I like it. Firstly because it's more attractive to the potential buyer since you think he's discovered the real Pandora's Box of myth, and then it's just clearly a parallel with the myth. The other reason is that in the legend of Pandora's box, the only thing left in the box is hope. And it's the hope that Sophia will receive Anton's letter, the hope hers will get to him and he will forgive her, that the box really carries. Also it's a play on the fact Elysian is also from Greek myth (i.e. the heavenly field the good go to when they die), so it makes sense that the people who nicknamed it were thinking about Greek myths.

Lost Future/Unwound Future

The future Layton and Claire had was lost. Simple as that. Also it makes her farewell speech sound better: "Our shared past and our lost future". The American version just sounds silly. Unwound works ok because it also works for the 'future London' being a future where things go wrong, but yeah, if Claire has to say the title, it has to be Lost Future. Also it sounds more dramatic. Plus lost still works in the sense things went bad because they 'lost' (i.e. didn't win) or they got lost (in a moral sense), like things are so bad it can't be rescued (so they had to go back in time to fix it).

Spectre's Call/Last Specter

The fact Last Specter and Lost Future sound so similar bugs me but most players outside Australia won't have both titles in their collection so anyway. Why is the spectre the 'last' one? It is never called the last spectre, so why name that game like that? There's clearly a spectre's call though and it's an integral plot point. The only thing I can think of is that 'last' is a reference to Loosha being the last of her kind, but I feel that's too confusing a connection because it's not clear until quite close to the end. It made me think I was missing something, or had misheard Descole's story in the opening. Also Spectre's call sounds more ominous, though it's a pretty close one here, unlike LF/UF where one clearly sounds more serious.

[minijenn]

My Wanted Alternative Pitch for UF2 (Can't remember if I had submitted already or not, sorry)

The whole idea of Wanted playing out differently filled my mind with ideas. So, here is my idea for how Wanted could play out! (It also might help you out, or not, these are just suggestions).

Let’s start from where things are still the same: I am my Mother. We still have the whole conflict, and Steven handing himself over. However, when he is about to leave, Mabel remembers what she did in Jailbreak.

So, in the water, Mabel exchange glances with Dipper AND Connie, and the three, using her grappling hook, enter the ship when it’s about to close.

(Connie here will be important later).  

On the ship, and all the MK trapped inside Topaz, the atmosphere is thick.

The other three are very mad at Steven for handling himself alone without even considering their help.

Then, we have basically 5 minutes of Steven venting (almost having a panic attack) about how he is tired of all the mess Rose caused, and how he isn’t sure how to solve it anymore, and he just doesn’t want to lose anyone.

Then we have a cute moment of Steven not having to solve this alone, they are all in this together, they are the Mystery Kids and so on…

(Basically, the whole ‘Connie is mad at Steven’ arc, but making it quicker so that we can get to the good part)

Then, the whole Dipper stays behind to give his three friends a chance.

These all leads to a series of original chapters.

- One where Connie, Steven and Mabel are all processing the loss of Dipper, while running away from those weird machines. Maybe a fusion can make a cameo. It would end with them meeting Rutile.

- Off Colors: The same as the OG chapter, but with the three MKs here and no one dying.

- Spying Chapter: Since they don’t know much about Homeworld’s hierarchy, they go on an infiltrated mission to decide their next step. In this chapter, Stevonnie finds out a power of their own: invisibility. I always though Stevonnie should have invisibility, cause, out of the 3 bi-fusions, they seem the best for stealth missions. (They also remind me a bit of a Ninja). The chapter ends on a cliffhanger with Stevonnie revealing they found a ship.

- Divide and Conquer: While Maven manages to distract the guards, Connie and the Off Colors manage to steal Emerald’s ship.

- Space Wars: While Maven/Stevonnie/Mabonnven pilots the ship, they end up making a plan: ‘Go back to Earth, get more help, find Dipper’. But, then, Emerald finds them. They all end up having a battle.

- Jungle Moon: Although they manage to stop Emerald for a while, they decide to stay on a satellite for a while, so that she loses track of them. Then, the rest plays out as you imagined.

The next part, however, can follow many different paths: maybe some chapters of Stonemason arc happen in Jungle Moon, or the MKs and Off Colors manage to arrive on Earth before it.

- If the Stonemason arcs happen on Jungle Moon, it would make an interesting impact when they all return to Earth, because the Gems and Pines would feel immense amounts of guilt of not being there when Dipper had temporarily into a killing cyborg.

- If the Stonemason arc still happens on Earth, you can have the idea of him destroying the town (or maybe you could save it for Save the Light, I don’t know).

Anyway, these are just my ideas. I just think it would be really cool if the kids got to do this enormous mission that took several chapters alone, with no way of contacting the gems, and with Dipper missing.

Sorry if it was too long. I got too excited.

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Interesting ideas! Could make for a fun alternate take on that span of UF, though it isn’t very much like I have in mind. Still, cool though! 

[witch-apologist]

I havent even SEEN The Phantom of the Opera (yes i know shame on me, shame on my cow) or Love Never Dies

HOWEVER

I could write a better "Christine ends up with the phantom" sequal RIGHT NOW than Love Never Dies

Observe:

15 years after the events of the TPOTO, Raoul met an untimely, tragic death. In her mourning Christine returns to the places that were important to their journey together as a couple. Including a very cautious trip to her old Opera house. While she is there the Phantom sees and is ecstatic to see her, hoping to make amends after all these years. He stops short in his tracks when he realizes that she is wearing mourning garb, and looks absolutely miserable. Instead of the joyoys greeting he would have originally gone with instead he cautiously approaches to offer her comfort. At first she is scared but he hangs back, not pursuing when she steps away and this brings her a level of comfort. From across the way they catch up, Christine laments about the loss of Raoul. Phantom acknowledges that Raoul was a good man and perfect for her, and that he himself was not a good man back then. She asks what he has been up to and he tells her he has been trying to venture out more, and has found community with other disabled people in the area. He talks about how he has been trying to learn how to be a man like Raoul. (Cue song: a man like him) She bids him farewell and promises to return again to visit. About a week later she does so but when she does she is spotted by the opera director and is begged to come be the lead role in a production. Having not sang since Raouls death, and not sang professionally for several years, she feels ill equipped but does miss the stage. Phantom offers a solution: coach her again to get back up to snuff, no strings attached, no holding her prisoner. She agress if nothing more than to have the company. Over the course of the preparation for and run of her new opera she and the phantom meet and train and over this time, she learns to cope with her loss, and phantom gives her the space she needs to heal. During this time she begins to notice how different the Phantom is from before, and that he really has taken on postivie character traits that Raoul once posessed. She begins to wonder uf she might be developing feelings for him. (Cue "A man like him" reprise) As the opera concludes Christine is offered to be a more permanent presence in the Opera, but she isn't sure because her and Raouls estate is so far away and she would need to get that situated. Phanton encrourages her to do whatever she thinks best, admitting hes enjoyed this time together but she should go where her heart leads her. She takes some time alone to figure it out; and decides she will stay. She sells the estate and buys a home in the city to continue her opera career, and tells the Phantom that she has developed feelings for him and she would be willing to try a courtship. Either the play enders here or theres another sct with a new drama as they navigate this new heslthier relationship and honor Raouls memory. Maybe they get married or maybe its inplied they might in the future idc. Christina starts a charity for the disabled.

Done, there, better.

And before anyone tells me some detail about this is irreconcilable with the canon of the first i dont really care its still better.

[hahanoiwont]

WAITT!! do you have any fanfic recs? PLEASE IT’S SO HARD TO FIND GOOD UT FANFICS! Also any dancetale fanfics specifically?

Sure! I was actually midway through compiling a rec list anyway--I feel like my more Sans-centric first arc of WWU is fairly short, so it might leave people wanting more Sans-centric gen h/c fic. Here are some you may not have seen before, since they're all under 10,000 hits:

Memories in the Void (Kuma_in_Pink): ~90k, ongoing. This fic begins with an ordinary afternoon out going terribly wrong, and proceeds to have the classic "cast must view one character's important memories" trope in a really interesting way, going from Sans's childhood to (presumably) genocide runs and finally post-pacifist. Really confronts some questions that are underexplored in the Undertale fandom, I feel, and the author is really nice. Please go leave them a comment if you check this one out! But, uh, probably not a good fit for big fans of Asgore. This is Soriel, and I believe the only shipping fic in this rec post.

remember a second ago (nilchance): ~4k, oneshot. Papyrus, as an intangible phantom, follows his brother through a genocide run after his own death at the hands of the human. Really well done, and a great Papyrus and Sans study.

Baby Spinach (dotYoo): ~40k, complete, first in a short series. I finished this fic for the second time this morning. This is a babybones fic, with Gaster as a major character who encounters Sans and Papyrus as a couple of surprisingly self-sufficient children and bribes them to come home with by offering half of a sandwich (he ate the other half) and free access to high-level scientific research. I cannot recommend this fic highly enough--both the tone and characterization are just lovely, and fill a hole I wasn't even aware of in the fandom. Gaster's struggles with the rules and structures of socialization and child-rearing are often comedic, but never feel like a punch down; and once you know how to look for it, his disarming quirkiness hides a keen mind who absolutely knows what he is doing. Sans is adorable through the whole thing, and his rapport with Gaster is utterly charming. Seriously, I generally have some rough points with kidfic, but I love this one.

Those are my very favorites of the less-known fics I've read lately, but I'll put a couple of others under the cut.

Getting to the Root of Things (dotYoo): ~14k, complete. Ending and aftermath of a Flowey Possession AU, which are always interesting to me. Lots of good h/c and Sans and Papyrus learning to communicate with each other. Healing from the ground up.

The Doctor's Charges (Aeris_Blue): ~150k, complete. Tragically published during the 2018-2019 era when fics were simply not getting as much recognition. This one's another babybones fic, where Sans is a big fan of Gaster's, and Papyrus is therefore a secondhand big fan of Gaster's, and Gaster is charmed by the two of them as he continues to make increasingly less necessary visits to the orphanage they live in until he chooses to adopt them, after which much of the story begins. Sans and Papyrus are twins in this one, which I love. It has an unhappy ending, which unfortunately means that I stopped reading about 2/3 of the way through and chose to imagine everyone was happy forever; but it was certainly worth it to read the parts I did get to!

And finally, for something more Frisk-centric and much more in line with Whither Then:

The World, Upside Down (Last_Haven): ~130k, first part of a series. This fic features a deeply flawed but well-intentioned older Frisk, who finds themself in a strange sort of reset years after their pacifist run...they've somehow gone from their own world (UT) to a version that is much less friendly (UF). Now as an experienced adult, they make their way through the Underground in order to free their friends and find a way home. This fic inspired a lot of my very early ideas about what Underfell is and how it works, and the climax is especially well-written and gripping. The sequel is a set of side stories for the main fic, and features a romance between UF!Sans and Frisk; but if that's not your thing you miss absolutely nothing by sticking to the first story--it's a full and complete story in and of itself. It's been a long time since I've read this fic, but I still remember it--I was honestly shocked to come back to it and find that it was obscure enough to fit in this post. If you like AU-hopping and deeply flawed but still good characters, this is a great fic to look through.

I think that's all I've got--as for Dancetale, I will make this confession: I have actually not interacted with that much multiverse content. I'm pretty sure UF is the long and short of AUs I've actually read about...and only then in connection to UT, I'm pretty sure. I mostly just see a lot of art and invent the characters from there?? Which may be why my characterizations are slightly off the beaten path. Or, I assume they're off the beaten path. I guess I wouldn't know?

[gogoseijoh]

cigarettes - ukai keishin x reader

summary: you make sure keishin knows about your least favorite habit of his, and he thanks the universe every day for bringing you into his life

genre: angst, implied smut, fluff... just throwing everything out there lmao

word count: 1.8k

(a/n): i was not thoughts head empty trying to work on ‘losing’ so i took a break with this :) it’s kinda rushed but i like it and i hope you guys do too... i did not proofread sorry for any mistakes lol

You always waited up for him. It was one of Ukai’s favorite things about you. No matter what type of day he had, he could trust that when he scaled the stairs to the cramped studio apartment above the store, you would be there, in bed with either the TV on or a book in your hand, waiting for him to give you a kiss before you drifted off. You’d wait, even if he was just downstairs, taking care of some final things for the members of the volleyball club and cleaning the store. It didn’t matter how late it was or how many times he told you that you could go to sleep without him, you would always just hum and tell him to mind his own business, and that you would sleep whenever you wanted. Ukai would just chuckle and press a kiss to your forehead, savoring the fact that you cared enough about him to sacrifice your sleep schedule. There had been a lot of late, stressful nights for him lately, but you still kept up your promise. However, he did sometimes forget something extremely important to you. 

Ukai had made it a habit since you moved in together to keep a travel-sized bottle of mouthwash or a pack of gum in his pocket, along with a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. You made your disdain for kissing a smoker, and the fact that he smoked in general, clear when you started dating, and before you had started living together, he was largely able to abstain from smoking around you and just keep to vigorously brushing his teeth before any time he was seeing you. Moving in together, though, made it clear to him that he would have to take extra precautions to make sure his breath didn’t repulse you out of wanting to kiss him. He did his best, but sometimes it slipped his mind after he finished off his last cigarette while closing up the store. He’s make the mistake of giving you a deep kiss, just for you to grimace and insist on slipping out of bed to brush your teeth again. This was one of those nights.

You had smiled when you heard the jingling of his keys unlocking the door, and it only widened when the door creaked open and the blonde let out a raspy, “Hey, sweetheart.” Once he locked the door, he made his way over to you with a lazy grin on his face, a sign that his day had been a good one, and leaned down for a kiss, only for you to recoil before his lips could touch yours. Your pointer finger met his lips, and you grimaced, “Keishin.” He instantly backtracked, reaching the bathroom door and grabbing his toothbrush from it’s holder, squeezing a copious amount onto the bristles to make sure the taste of smoke would be gone.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he sighed, beginning to brush his teeth, “One uf deez days uh warnt s’ip upf.” His speech was garbled as he finished his proclamation that you had heard many times before in between strokes of the brush. He turned towards the sink, catching you shaking your head with a concerned look on your face behind him. You sat up in bed, pulling your knees up and wrapping your arms around them. He finished with a furrowed brow, spitting into the sink and washing off his toothbrush. Your face was hidden in your legs as he made his way back to your side, hand coming to the back of your head to stroke your hair, “What’s wrong?” He wasn’t expecting the tears in your eyes when you looked up at him. He instantly toed his shoes off, slipping behind you on the bed and pulling you back into his chest. This was always how he comforted you, knowing that you liked to lean back and listen to his heartbeat and feel the vibrations of his chest as he spoke to you. You nuzzled into his neck, and he could feel your tears wetting his skin. Ukai was completely lost in that moment. When he walked in, your smile had been so bright and contagious, so how had you gotten here within just a few minutes. He turned his head, planting gentle kisses on the crown of your head as you cried. He pushed your shirt up and before you knew it his arms were settled around your waist, knowing that when you were upset, nothing comforted you quite like skin to skin contact. It wasn’t much, but it must have been enough, because your sobbing turned into sniffling within minutes. 

You lifted your head from his neck and turned in his arms, straddling his lap and taking his face in your hands. He grinned, pulling you even further into him, “Hi, pretty.” You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his, just wanting to breathe in his air. Your silence was deeply concerning, because you were never one to hide from your feelings, and he spurred you on slowly, “(y/n), what’s going on? Did you have a bad day?” 

You bit your lip, shaking your head, “No, Keishin, I’m just worried about you.” The sadness in your eyes was legitimate, and it only grew as you continued, “I just, I don’t know, you’ve been smoking a lot more than usual. I know you’re stressed, but still, it’s not healthy. You know I hate that you smoke.” Ukai opened his mouth, but no words came out, but yours didn’t stop, “I don’t want to lose you, Kei. We’re getting married. We’re going to be starting a family, and I want you to be around to see all of it. I already hear you coughing sometimes, and it’s scary.” 

As he looked up at you, Ukai felt something within him stir. Again, he had known that you didn’t like his smoking as long as he’d known you, but he didn’t know that it was bothering you so deeply. You sometimes made sarcastic comments to him about it, but nothing this serious. You must’ve been holding this in for a long time, and Ukai’s heart fell into his stomach. He didn’t realize how much he was hurting you. One of his hands came up your back to cradle your head, hugging you so closely he thought you might lose the ability to breathe, but you only wrapped your arms around his neck, cheek to cheek with your fiance. Ukai murmured into your hair, “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you like this.” You were so small in his arms, mostly from the emotional exertion of finally letting out your worries. Ukai continued, “I was focusing on the wrong part of the problem. I need to work on it.”

“I do appreciate you taking care of your breath, though,” you whispered, trying to break the tension with an attempt at a joke, “I’ll do anything to help you quit, Keishin. I love you so much.” You pulled back from his embrace, looking in to his gorgeous eyes in wonder.

His lips curled into a smile, “I love you more.” You suddenly leaned in, capturing his lips with yours. It was a slow, deliberate kiss, all of the passion you felt channeled into it. He couldn’t help but groan into it, feeling how soft your lips were against his. You were so sweet to him, so kind and so much more than he thought he deserved. You had assured him multiple times that you were with him because you loved him, and he was the absolute perfect man for you. He had won your affection a very long time ago, but he still found himself wondering at times why you had chosen him. When Ukai had first begun to like you, so had Shimada, and it became a sort of competition to see who could woo you first. It was futile for Shimada in the end, because anyone who came close to you and Ukai could see how much you liked each other. Ukai liked you because you were both strong and soft, keeping him on his toes with your witty comments and drawing him in with every giggle and grin you gave. You were just as whipped. You loved his hair, often helping him with touch ups, and you loved his voice, the tone always soothing you. Shimada had given up as soon as he saw it, that spark between you that lit the world around you on fire. When you were together, your smiles couldn’t be broken, and it was contagious.

Keishin knew he couldn’t let you go no matter what, so four years after you started dating, he proposed. It was simple, just a question he asked so casually that you could’ve missed it. You had been wrapped up in bed one morning, sheets tangled with your legs and your back pressed to his bare chest, soaking in the feeling of his warm skin. It was still dark, but you had woken up when he had tried to get out of bed, and you were quick to pull him back down. He told you that he had to open the store, but he couldn’t resist staying longer when your lips met his, not caring about any morning breath. That kiss quickly turned into his quick hands traveling down your body jokingly saying, “If you’re keeping me here, I gotta get something out of it.” That was just a front. There’s nowhere else in the world he wanted to be. The afterglow was spectacular, both of you breathing deeply and covered in the sheen of a light sweat. You were happy that you got him to stay a little longer, but you knew he had to go, so you turned in his arms and gave him one last kiss. You hummed, “Go get dressed, Kei. I don’t want your grandma to yell at you again, and more importantly, I don’t want to get yelled at.” You went to pull away, but Ukai didn’t release you, looking at you in a way you had never seen before. Before you could question it, he spoke quietly, “Marry me, (y/n).” You froze, eyes wide in disbelief. He continued, “I’m serious. I want to marry you. Will you marry me?” You said yes. 

Ukai couldn’t believe you said yes, but then again, here you were moved in to his tiny apartment a few months later with your wedding three weeks out. You did so much for him. How could he not notice how much his smoking bothered you? This is the least he could do, and he logically knew it wasn’t healthy. You were right about the prospect of a family, too. Ukai wanted to be there for you and your future children as long as possible, and if he kept smoking, that wouldn’t happen. He didn’t really care how difficult it would be, because it would be completely worth it to be in your life a long time. What could be more perfect than being able to grow old with the love of his life? The next day when he was researching the best ways to stop smoking, he couldn’t think of a single thing better.

[animatedrapture]

I HAVE GASOLINE LAYING AROUND IN MY HOUSE AND IM OMW TO SET KANA ON FIRE :))))

ok im about to compile possibly like 10 chapters worth of kana hate KJHLDSDJS

so. sorry i wasnt able to respond to so manyyyyyy of these on time and all, i get overwhelmed super easily but i truly, truly love all of you and appreciate each msg :DD these have all either made me think real hard LMFOAHJSKD or had me laughing so hard and gasping lmfao. but yeah, i appreciate all of these and everything i mightve never gotten bc tumblr asks is dumb as well as the ones ive still yet to come back to or answer. almost each and every single one of these have been a guidance with what i wanted to do with the smau, whenever i wanted to switch something up or make something better in the smau, your msgs helped a lot in improving it in some way and helping me figure out what i truly wanted to do with the smau and for that, thank u!!!

Anonymous asked:

FUCK KANA ALL MY HOMIES HATE HER HANA SPILLED HER DRINK ON HER? SHE DID THE RIGHT THING ALSO FUCK SUNA BC EVEN UF HE HAD SEX WITH YN AND SAID HE ADORES HER HIS ACTIONS/AFFECTION TOWARDS KANA GIVES MIXED SIGNALS AND ITS TIME HE GET ACCOUNTABLE OF SAID ACTIONS sorry for the rant 🥴

Anonymous asked:

the “tw kana” absolutely sent me into orbit i cackled 😭

Anonymous asked:

anons bonding over kana hate🤝🏻🤝🏻🤝🏻

Anonymous asked:

yeah its only you who doesn't dislike her FGHDJGKUJ IM KIDDING no but really more than hate her its hate the way shes in between like it pisses me off the cockblock she is 😭😭

Anonymous asked:

if i were kana,,,i would either tell him i still have feelings OR hurt in silence (step back) since technically he or should i say they decided to be JUST bestfriends not cockblocking the possibility for him to be in a relationship

Anonymous asked:

kana has to make a choice: she confess or shut the fuck up bc as far as we know they decided to be just bff (highkey think suna was more into being just friends and kana kinda lied) so IF he likes someone else why the fuck try to sabotage him (his happiness with someone else) when he find it out then what? would he still keep her as a friend? 🧐

Anonymous asked:

What if I just...shift or whatever you guys call it, into As Friends universe...and bonk Kana on the head...lol just kidding...ah ha ha ha No please she is starting to sound like the girl best friend that would make couples break up because she does not care about boundaries...honey, you're the best friend, yes, you're important, but that's his girlfriend...stay in your lane. Lol like "I don't want to confess" but "He's mine so I have to get rid of all competitions" lol fucking clown yeah no, I don't have to wait for you to write more about her to make me hate her sksksksksk I already do

Anonymous asked:

Ayo istg kana's been giving y/n the stinky eye... if she stares at y/n like that one more time LAWD HELP HER SOUL, im coming for her eyes!!! But fr,, Rin better treat y/n right and put kana in her place. Bc y/n got a best friend too (samu) u^u and he can cook and would treat her good.

Anonymous asked: likE I KEEP SAYING eAT SHIT KANA

Anonymous asked: I am CRAVING IMMENSE VIOLENCE bring that girl kana here lemme knock her teeth down her throat. >:(

Anonymous asked:

kana (derogatory)

Anonymous asked:

istg if a bus doesn’t hit kana i’m gonna do it

Anonymous asked:

kana toxic best friend it’s time for suna to realise IT 😤😤

Anonymous asked:

kana has family problems only rin knows about? what in the ao haru ride manga 😐

Anonymous asked:

WHY KANA FUKC

Anonymous asked:

NAH MY GUT FEELING TELLING ME KANA WAS BAD NEWS SINCE THE BEGINNING also she wants suna all to herself (he sees her as a bff) but doesn’t say shit to him... if course he’s gonna find someone in the future whether in college or after (unless the bitch will still to his ass even when he goes pro)

Anonymous asked:

everyday i wake up with notifs from u i feel like im about to get subjected to pain and IM RIGHT THIS TIME TOO what the hell kana u will never be yn (me) 🙏🏼🧇

Anonymous asked:

bro part of me wants to punch suna so bad bc like hes so awkward but so smooth like who tf do u want stop being a smooth ass mf u know these two bitches like u

Anonymous asked: i might just obliterate everyone named kana cause of as friends THE WHOLE TIME MY EYE WAS TWITCHING CAUSE OF HER FUCK KDDSKDLSDK EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO OBLITERATE HER SAY "I" but like hi! i hope youre well

Anonymous asked:

even tho u always insist you'd never het mad at me girl HUHH i used to be genuinely good w kana now she's just a manipulative bitch :// kana babe sorry but ur best friend is allowed to spend time with other people 🙄

xmyshya asked:

I 👏 love 👏 Hana 👏 Also 👏 fuck 👏 Kana 👏 and Rin you idiot, what do you mean he's not gonna pursue dating T_T it's just a few chapters till the end T_T wut T_T

yourstarvic asked:

Kana needs to back up before she gets beat up 😤 me and my homies ain’t playing no more 😤

Anonymous asked:

omg that ur probably mad (even tho u said u’d never get mad at me!) broooo

Anonymous asked:

kana gonna get even more territorial in the next chapters im getting kinda scared to see how rin reacts 😒 shes gonna lowkey (highkey) manipulate rin like oh u said youll never leave me you said i come first and all that mhmmm girl dont make me break your neck 👎🏼👎🏼

Anonymous asked:

huh so is kana basically a pick me girl

Anonymous asked:

“you’d be selfish abt this” girl

Anonymous asked:

why tf kana gotta ask yn bro u don't know her just ask suna directly 🙄 putting her in an awkward ass position how's she supposed to say no i'm sorry kana's being annoying as hell rn

Anonymous asked:

it’s time for kana to realise: - yn aint just a fling bc suna is spending more time with her - suna clearly sees her just as his bff

Anonymous asked:

Kana saying "I was worried you'd be selfish about this haha" well bitch now I gotta be 😒

Anonymous asked:

“i was worried you’d be selfish about this hahaha” -the one who’s for the streets kana better watch herself…y/n was being kind, i will not be

Anonymous asked:

DID KANA REALLY HAVE THE NERVE TO ASK US?????? TO POSTPONE OUR PLANS WITH RIN???? pls that « you understand, right? » was just so manipulative oh my god-

Anonymous asked:

kana can go cry & write to her diary about it 😘😘

Anonymous asked:

“y/n right?” after literally meeting her plssss

Anonymous asked:

miss kana is just gonna have to miss him a little more bc i'm not canceling SHIT!!

Anonymous asked:

kana is playing chess while we’re playing checkers

Anonymous asked:

everytime you post and kana gets fucked over my day is made and it all I'm going to think about

Anonymous asked:

im catching up on as friends bc i havent read a few chapters and kana saying “arent you just with yn” made me extra angry go trip down some stairs kana

Anonymous asked:

u made my week with the update 😭🖤 i hate kana sfm lol

Anonymous asked:

kana suffering either way the story goes? I'm in -🦄

Anonymous asked:

kana n suna need to grow up lowkey it’s very highschool

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WHOEVER SENT THIS I AM CHOOSING VIOLENCE who's in, let's go beat kana-🦄

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hELL YEAAHH GET FUCKED KANA /neg

[hanadolphieron]

mia as a girlfriend~

how you met;

you met at a hotel in the bahamas, in the little club thingo they had for people who couldn’t drink but were above 18

you struck up a conversation with her while playing one of the arcade games

you lost horribly because you were a bit distracted by the pretty girl next to you

she still complimented you though:) she’s so sweet

you ended up hanging out together for the rest of the night

at one point you made her laugh so hard she started crying

poor eunji

you keep seeing each other at the hotel

and your friend groups that you travelled with have of course been told about the night at the club and have made it their mission to get you guys together

it’s awkward at first

but the absolutely delectable buffet brunch serves as a great topic of conversation whenever things get quiet

you had to shove your friends out of the picture for a day to spend time with her

because you know when you meet someone you like and get that jealous. rushed feeling and want them all to yourselves?

yeah

you and eunji in a nutshell

however, your friends are more than happy to give you two some alone time and head to another beach, raising their eyebrows aggressively as they leave

the basics;

saying she’s clingy is an understatement

is hit with random urges to smoosh you into a hug and clumsily falls over you in an attempt to smother you

sagittarius venusians have a clumsy but cool way of expressing love

like it’s an attractive way of being dumb and chaotic around each other

shows off 24/7!

wants to impress you and receive compliments ):

wants to have magical moments with you and prepares a bunch of aesthetic dates

and i mean aesthetic

like searches through social media for the magicalest, most enchanting ideas she can find

which we’ll get to in the headcannons (:

shows her affection aggressively

in her mind, she’s the one who takes control of matters in the relationship, but in reality she feels safer letting you do things first and then she follows

it depends on how far you are into the relationship though, and what time of day it is

in the dark she’s more impulsive and spontaneous, while during the day and she follows your example more

but do not bring it up!

she does not like it if people call her a follower, and she takes pride in her leadership qualities

if you want to keep eunji happy, make sure to tell her about authentic qualities that make her her

but don’t label her too much

please describe her in worldy terms, and don’t box her in

but also give her security and safety

just understand her

this sounds so complicated but eunji needs it all

will tell you what she wants though, her aries moon causes her to be upfront about her emotional needs

won’t keep secrets from you

resolves conflict in a round-about way however

it might take her a while to apologize or find a solution, as she has to deep-think about the whole situation and find all the hidden meanings behind it

but once she does that, she’ll bring it up and be so understanding of how you feel and incredibly selfless about the whole situation

on the inside she is most likely looking for your apology too though

as anyone would be

isn’t huge on typical romantic affection

more like falling all over each other and more natural physical touches rather than planned out ones

headcannons;

so getting into eunji’s thoughtful dates ideas...

one of the first outings you went on together was a trip to a drive-in movie

you went to see mean girls because reasons

reasons being it was one of the only ones being shown and both of you wanted to see a movie that you had seen before in order to make more time for snuggling and whispering to each other

you made it through nine whole minutes of the movie before you flopped on eunji’s chest, making her “uf” and then stared at her

you raised your eyebrows at her

she tried not to laugh and almost spit on your nose trying to contain herself

proceeded to laugh even harder at that and had to push you off in order to not die of suffocation from your head

you kept making each other laugh and combust from trying not to make noise and disturb the other movie-goers who were probably in the same situation as you to be honest

the two of you quieted down after a while, and you ended up cuddled into eunji’s chest while she stroked your head

so wholesome i’m crying

onto the next date-

this once consisted of returning to the hotel where you met because memories!

both of you ended up crying and confessing your love to each other about a thousand times because you guys are emotional messes and are way too attached

tries to sweet-talk the life-guard into letting both of you go down a one-person slide together because you were too scared to do it alone

they didn’t let you

which wasn’t too disappointing, as eunji would most likely yell in your ear and cause you to scream even more

you stuffed yourselves at the same brunch bouffet

and then at dinner too, with a delightfully weird mix of food- chicken fried rice, sausage pizza, snickerdoodles, one (1) carrot, and a massive fruit kebab

and a fortune cookie too

you kept trying to eat eunji’s hair because it “tastes like sodium yummy!”

she retaliated and tried to consume your’s, but missed and bit your ear instead

in a very unsexy way

luckily it didn’t bleed

but eunji still cooed over you and babyed you for the rest of the day

she didn’t let you eat her salty hair though ): said it was “too dangerous for a wee child like you”

petnames;

pumpkin-

used by both of you, but mostly you

she gets so flustered and it’s the cutest thing you have ever seen in your life

she put her hand over her mouth, blushed, and said, “pumpkin?” in the voice-crackiest voice the first time you called her it

both of you melted to say the least and collapsed onto each other

losing control of body limbs seems to be a reoccurring theme in your relationship hmm

child-

used by her of course

calls you this whenever she needs you to do something and doesn’t feel like using you know, your actual name

from across the store- “child! would you like tostitos or would you prefer to indulge on a whale-sized can of beans?”

“lettuce!”

ok i’ll stop now

[valkyrieofsmut]

Captive Love   25

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Papyrus yells at Sans to get his shit together, but he's a mess... AKA Sans gets drunk... and remembers some things from the past... that he'd really rather not..

A/N: There is some... possibly triggering events... experiments and tiny skele abuse... little Papyrus is too cute and sweet... Also mentioned possible death. It, as usual, is separated with the ~~~ and should be (at least mostly) safe again at the next set, safe summary in the end..

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Blackout.

Sans rolled over in his bed, feeling like the scars on his chest were going to break through and destroy his soul. 

The sun blared outside, shining into his sockets. 

"fuck off," he growled, rolling back over. 

Papyrus pounded on the door, making the sounds reverberate through his skull. He couldn't tell if it was louder than normal, or it just sounded like it to his throbbing skull. 

"GET YOUR STUPID, LAZY ASS UP, SANS!! I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!! I KNOW YOU WENT OUT DRINKING AGAIN LAST NIGHT, LIKE THE FUCKING MORON THAT YOU ARE!! YOU'D BETTER BE DOWNSTAIRS IN FIVE MINUTES, OR I'M COMING BACK UP HERE FOR YOU!! YOUR STUPIDITY IS NO EXCUSE TO BE A LAZY DRUNK MORON!!"

 . 

The day was hell- actually, life was hell at the moment… 

His brother yelled at him about how stupid he'd been every chance he got- like he didn't already know that he'd royally fucked up. 

Every place he went reminded him of something he'd shown, or wanted to show (Y/n), her excitement at all the different things she'd never seen before had warmed his soul every time. 

Each time someone asked where his pet was made his soul thrum and ache to be close to her. ...and punch the person in the face… She was so much more than the pet they'd had to pretend she was. 

Every time he got Grillby's, he remembered her face of delight as she ate it for the first time. 

Every bite of his brother's food reminded him that she'd been there and helped him get better at cooking. 

Every time he rolled over in bed and smelled her scent caught on the pillow, or the sheets… 

And then there was the time he'd gotten back from drinking, and had been stumbling around drunk in his room, kicking random stuff on the floor, only to discover a pair of her underwear that he'd probably tossed in the corner in his haste to get to her. 

That had made him collapse in a heap of self hatred and regret. 

.

Sans sat at the table, stabbing his fork at his dinner aimlessly. 

“I MADE YOU A WONDERFUL, DELICIOUS, HOME COOKED MEAL! DON’T FIDGET WITH IT AND ACT LIKE IT’S THE TRASH YOU FILL YOURSELF WITH AT THAT GREASE TRAP,” Papyrus snapped at him. 

“sorry, boss…” 

Papyrus clenched his jaw, staring at his own fork pushing around a bite longer than necessary. 

“I WARNED YOU. I TOLD YOU NOT TO FUCK IT UP. BUT YOU HAD TO GO AND DO THE STUPIDEST THING POSSIBLE TO FUCK IT UP.” 

Sans didn’t say anything. 

“YOU DID IT TO YOURSELF.” 

“i fuckin’ know, boss!” Sans yelled, scooting his chair back from the table. “i know i’m a fuck up! it’s pretty fuckin’ obvious that i always manage ta fuck everythin’ up!” 

Papyrus sniffed haughtily. “I’M GLAD THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?” 

“i can’t do anythin’ about it! i fucked up, an’ she hates me! i took ‘er back ta th' edge a th' boundary, an’ there’s no way i can ever find ‘er, now!” Sans glared at his plate of food. 'sides, she wouldn't care- not that i'm sorry for being an asshole, not that i've been tryin' ta be a better monster, an' made great progress, too! maybe only a lil before i met 'er, but her bein' here made it so much easier to be better… 

Papyrus scowled at his brother. “THERE’S ALWAYS A WAY-” 

Sans cut him off by standing up, his chair making a loud noise as it almost fell over, and started towards the door as he muttered, “i’m goin’ ta grillby’s…” 

After grabbing his coat and slamming the door after him, Sans shortcutted to the bar, intent on getting wasted. 

.

A few drinks in with a good buzz, Sans started looking around. 

He wasn’t quite drunk enough to not remember, but it was at least a bit hazy. 

“Heya, Sansy!” 

He looked over to the bar stool next to him, seeing the cream colored bunny next to him, ordering a drink. He followed her to her regular booth, and they began matching shots, seeing who could get the drunkest first. 

. 

Sans opened his eye sockets, his fuzzy eyelights looking around the bar, seeing some drunk monsters starting to be a bit more friendly with each other. 

His skull fell to the side as he shifted, realizing that he’d missed a bit of what had happened. He straightened up in the booth seat and looked down at his drink again. 

Maybe he should try to find someone… 

Even if it was a one night stand, it would be someone to try to get rid of his memory of- no… thinking her name would only start the hurt again… make his soul burn with the knowledge that he was to blame for fucking his life up beyond repair. 

But, finding someone might be a good idea; he needed to at least stop jerking off excessively to her panties, or reading those stupid, mushy, trash books he hid on his shelf while imagining that she was the leading lady- and he was lucky enough to be the bastard who’d seen the error in his ways and was given a second chance… 

… 

Sans tossed back his drink and took the half empty glass from the passed out bunny across from him, downing it as well. 

He was finally kicked out of the bar, Grillby chasing everyone out as he closed. 

Sans took a shortcut home, but ended up in the field near the echo flowers he had planted to remind him of Waterfall, where he used to look at the Underground “skys” and pretend the crystals were stars. 

He yelled loudly for a minute, then tried again, this time making it within a short distance of the house. 

He swayed dangerously, but he made it in through the door, getting to the foot of the stairs and seeing the door to the hidden room open. He went to it, hand stopping short only due to him passing out across the floor with a thud. 

His vision had gone dark. 

Darker... 

…yet darker… 

…and darker, still… 

… 

… 

… 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sans felt his soul floating above his body, unable to move as Gaster held him there with his weird powers. 

“Just hold still, you little shit…” 

Sans could handle it… as long as he left Papyrus alone, he could handle it… 

“P-PAPA…” 

“What is it? What are you doing in my lab? Why are you here?” Gaster demanded roughly in irritation. 

Sans fought as hard as he could to shift his eyelights to see his little brother. He needed to stay away! Sans wished that he could talk, yell at Paps to run, to go hide, to never come there, ever again- but he could hardly shift his eyelights. 

“WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO SANS?” 

run, bro, run! Sans begged mentally. 

“Well, you see, you weak little fool, monsters are stuck underground. We’re not here because we want to be. Your useless brother here, is going to help us escape,” Gaster told him. 

“THAT’S AMAZING, SANS!” Papyrus shouted in proud joy. 

Sans tried to will his brother to leave, to save himself from the sadistic monster towering over him. 

Papyrus’s jaw hit the hard floor as Gaster smacked the back of his skull so hard he fell forward. 

“Don’t be stupid, you worthless little runt,” Gaster snapped as he tore the ragged stuffed animal from his grasp. “He’s only a part of the experiment, he’s not doing anything worthwhile.” He held up the prized toy and ripped it’s limb off. “Just like this garbage is only making you weaker.” 

“NOOO!” Papyrus cried, a heart wrenching sob that made Sans’ soul hurt. 

Gaster glared at the small skeleton on the floor. “You have no need for this trash,” he sneered. “It’s as useless as you are.” He tore at the thing until it was completely in pieces and destroyed. 

Sans wanted to punch Gaster in his stupid cracked face. 

Gaster plucked Papyrus from the floor and turned to hold him where Sans could see. “Look at how weak you’ve made him,” he gloated. “If you didn’t coddle him and try to protect him from the real world, he’d be stronger.” 

Sans could feel his magic gathering in his bones, pushing and fighting against Gaster’s hold on him. 

Gaster looked Papyrus in the socket. “You should thank your brother for this- for making you as weak as you are.” 

A shot of fear showed on Papyrus’ face before the first hit came. 

Red, hot, magical tears built in Sans’ sockets as he fought to get free, to help his brother, but he was only able to sort of flop around on the table. 

Papyrus’ cries and tears were background noise for Gaster’s cries and accusations, telling Sans that he could thank himself for his brother not being able to defend himself, telling Papyrus to thank Sans for making him so weak. His gleeful cackling mixed with the noise of the attack. 

One of the machines in the room kicked into another level, sounding like it was reversing the flow it had been using. 

“sssstttppppp…” 

“Haven’t I taught you boys anything? Emotions are weakness.” 

“sssttoppp…” 

“Weakness is unacceptable- weakness will get you dusted.” 

“sstoopp…” 

“I thought I had taught you both better- but maybe you’re just slow learners!” The thought was accompanied with a manic and near demonic grin. “Maybe you just don’t learn- maybe you need to be taught over and over and over-” 

“stop,” Sans choked out. 

Gaster was too focused on what he was doing to notice at first, but when it seemed like a circuit or fuse had blown, he paused his movements. 

Sans started shaking, his body twitching every which way as he fought, fought to be able to save Papyrus. 

He felt a power just beyond his phalanges, he could almost reach it- 

The tears in his sockets grew, starting to stream down his skull, as he stretched himself to touch it- 

The power in the lab started to flicker, and Sans felt like his soul was being ripped into tiny pieces with a cheese grater, digging into it and shredding the super sensitive entirety of his being. 

“What are you doing, you stupid fucking brat,” Gaster demanded, glaring watchfully at him, ignoring his screams of pain.

Sans couldn’t hear him, though- he couldn’t even hear the screams leaving his own mouth, he was only consumed with protecting his brother, stopping Gaster from hurting him. 

A loud crack echoed in the room, followed by the power cutting off and slowly starting back up. 

Sans felt weightless, like he had no restraints. 

He threw himself from the bed, but felt that he didn’t even touch the floor. He was held by a gathering of power- the same power that he’d tapped into. 

The power that was… 

Gaster sneered as Sans stood before him, attempting to adjust his magical hold, but it didn’t affect him. 

Sans clenched his fists and gathered the power there, ready to stop the attack on his brother, a shimmer moving around his fists. 

Gaster cackled at him and tossed Papyrus to the floor. “So, you’ve finally done what you were meant to do this whole time.” The tall monster reached for Sans, but his magic didn’t affect him. He made a displeased face at Sans before flourishing his hands, the gems in the centers of his cutout palms gleaming as he grabbed something in the air and pulled, lines attaching the two shimmering to visible for a moment. 

Gaster grinned dangerously in accomplishment and jerked the lines, making Sans stumble forward. 

“And to think; all it took to motivate you was a little smacking around of your brother… Maybe I’ll make you…” Gaster manipulated his hands in strange ways, and Sans could feel himself being tugged around by his own magic. “Yes, I could make you the one that hurt him instead… but, I think that I’ve taught him enough about the dangers of being weak… now I think I’ll teach you the dangers of caring for others-” Gaster twisted his hand and made Sans pick Papyrus up, holding him even with his eyelights. “How it can only hurt both parties in the end.” 

“i don’t wanna, pap, i swear,” Sans begged him to understand as he felt his hand being drawn back. “i swear it’s not me, paps- ya know i’d never do anythin’ like this ta ya…” 

“But it is you, Sans, look at your hand, it’s the one that’s about to hurt the one you love,” Gaster sneered from behind them. 

“‘s not- ‘s not, paps- y’re my lil bro, i love ya-” 

He was going to kill him- 

Sans was going to kill Gaster for making him do this. 

“The best part, is that the more monsters I link together, the more power I’ll have… I’ll be able to break down the barrier all on my own- as soon as I link enough souls together,” Gaster crowed in victory. 

Sans looked down to his ribcage where his soul sat, seeing a string connecting it to Gaster’s soul, a strange bond forming between his soul and the holes in his palms, the gems floating in the middles, that he’d never seen before- in fact- he didn’t think he’d ever seen this glow before on Gaster. 

Sans focused hard, letting go of Papyrus and took a hold of the line and tugged, pulling Gaster instead, turning the larger monster to him and making him stumble to be the right height, even for him to pull all the energy he could into his hands, summoning a large bone and swinging hard, hitting Gaster in the skull, seeing the flash of fear and realization just before it connected. 

Gaster fell to the ground, limp, and Sans dropped the bone, letting it disappear as he stared in shock. 

Did… Did he just kill Gaster? 

He knew he thought about it a lot… 

He knew that he wanted to do it to stop him from hurting his brother- wanted to punish him for hurting his brother… 

But… why wasn’t he turning to dust…? Why was there… blackness leaking from him?

~~~~~~~~~~

Sans turned to Papyrus when he felt a bit more certain that Gaster wasn't going to get up and attack again. 

He felt his soul twist in knots at the expression of pain and fear on his small brother's face, sure that it was partially due to the crack from his maxilla, between two sharp teeth, up and heading to his cheek bone. But the other part would have to come from… 

"b-bro-" Sans' voice caught, his hand freezing in mid motion, his phalanges starting to curl closed into a fist. “i… i’m sorry, bro,” he murmured. 

Papyrus threw himself into Sans’ arms, small, almost silent sobs leaving his small frame. 

Sans felt his soul twist again. 

“i- it’s a’right, paps- i- h-he… he’ll never hurt ya again. never…” He murmured against his brother’s skull. “i promise…”

Papyrus held tighter to him, trying to hide his silent sobs better. 

“i- imma help ya become th’ toughest monster out there. ain’t nobody gonna mess wit ya…” Sans stroked over his brother’s skull, not quite sure what else to do to comfort him. “ya- ya are th’ great an’ terrible papyrus, after all…”

Papyrus mustered up the strength to give a soft, “Nyeh Heh Heh…” 

Sans held his small form closer to his chest, curling around him. "it's ok, paps… everythin' is gonna be ok…" 

He just had to get rid of Gaster's body… 

After a moment, an idea came to him, and, thinking it through while he held and comforted Papyrus, it seemed to hold up… 

He'd hated all these years of going to the lab with Gaster, but… looks like they were finally going to be good for something. 

He didn't think anyone else knew about the void between realms that Gaster had accidentally tapped into while trying to find a way out of the Underground. 

"S-Sans…" For once, the small skeleton's voice matched his size. 

"yeah, paps?" Sans asked quietly. 

"Are… Are You Going To Be My Dad, Now…?" 

Sans felt like he was the one who'd been smacked in the back of the skull with a bone attack. 

"i- n-no, paps- i'm still yer brother, i- i ain't fit ta- i ain't old 'nough ta be a dad-” he corrected, trying to put it in a way that Papyrus would understand, “but… imma take care a ya like one, 'k? ya don't have ta be scared, imma take care a ya… i'll keep ya safe…" 

Papyrus tightened his hold on Sans. "I'm- I'm Going To Keep You Safe, Too," he murmured. 

"that's 'cause y're gonna be th' biggest, strongest monster out there. no one'll be able ta beat ya, 'cause y're th' best…" 

Sans held his brother tight, feeling the newly awakened power burning through his bones as the two held each other, swearing that they'd keep each other safe and alive, no matter what it took. 

A/N: Safe summary: Gaster is experimenting in connecting souls together, using his powers to hold Sans down, when little Papyrus comes down with his precious stuffed animal to see what they're doing. Gaster hits Papyrus as punishment for being "weak". Sans completes the connection of his soul to Gaster's to break his paralyzing hold on him and protect Papyrus. At first it works, but then Gaster uses two crystals type things (that Sans has never ben able to see before and isn't sure what they are) in the holes of his hands to focus his power and control Sans, making him hit Papyrus, as punishment for caring for and loving him. Sans tells him the whole time that it's not him. Sans regains control and stops himself, using gravity magic to bring him down to level, and then manifests a bone attack and hits him, very hard, in the head. Sans wonders if he's killed Gaster, and holds Papyrus close while trying o figure out how to hide Gaster's body. Sweet moments ensue in the mostly safe part.

[nighttimepixels]

Night!! You like Llamagoddess, right?? Well, I was curious - what three or four skeletons would you put together in an Aggre-style setup? If you like that?

Oh dude, @llamagoddessofficial​ rocks. Seriously, if you like skeleton x reader content, you’re missing out if you’re not following her! (Go follow her and shower her in praise, 12/10 sweetheart and high-quality storyteller)

I’m guessing you mean like... what skeletons would I throw together in an xReader stirfry to see what delightful shenanigans result?

Llama’s got the corner on that sweet sweet UT, UF, & HT Sans (Sans, Red, & Skull, for her!) + MF Sans (Hit) content (seriously, are you reading Aggre? You should be) - so I’ll choose differently so I don’t step on her toes there!

That said, here’s a few of the guys that I think would be fun:

US, UF, and HF Sans (Caelum, Red, and Hickory, for me)

Honestly I love a strong & upbeat but secretly-struggling-with-depression US Sans; coupled with Red’s brashness but deep down softness, and Hickory’s... everything, the dynamic is rife with potential

It would’ve been Caelum’s fault; he accidentally messed with his brother’s machine and caused this mess trying to fix it (he came pretty far too, but...)

Hickory would almost certainly go a bit feral at some point or other after the ‘wrench’ was thrown in (Science!Sans, pulled in as well and convinced he could fix all this, and gets obsessed w/ Reader), ends up kidnapping Reader

There’d be a race between Red & Caelum to see just how they deal w/ Science!Sans - kindly, or permanently....

UT, US, and SF Pap (Papyrus, Cider, and Rus for me)

Cider’s fault in this one; the machine’s probably straight exploded... but plot twist not because of him, because of the MafiaFell!Pap that got dragged in too

Papyrus has got some secret baggage with knowing more than he lets on about the machine, and how to fix it even - but he doesn’t let on until halfway through

Rus is reluctant to help but also not; mixed feelings about going back. When he finds out about MF!Pap things go to hell, and there’s a whole arc re: methods chosen, and MF!Pap actually gets Rus secretly on his side for a good while before things happen that force Rus to choose a side, and he betrays MF!Pap and lets Reader escape

UF and SF Pap, and US Sans (Vex, Rus, and Caelum for me)

Vex’s fault in this one; after getting in a fight with Red he triggers the machine rather than breaking it. He refuses to admit wrongdoing, blames Red, Red goes ‘missing’ in response - making fixing the machine nigh impossible, with only Rus with a vaguely beneficial amount of knowledge that could help (though Caelum’s quick on the pickup)

Caelum very nearly convinces Reader to come back with him, honestly - neither of them have been able to break through to Vex or Rus for long enough - Vex is so up Rus’ case that it’s hard to get them to get along. Eventually there’s a breakthrough though when Caelum finally snaps and calls them out on it - just in time for Reader to go missing

Turns out HF!Pap (aka Birch) came through as well, and had actually kidnapped Red in the first place (getting him to work on a new machine), as well as now Reader - and he’s a lot more clever than the other guys would’ve guessed. It’s nigh impossible to get them back - but in the end, it’s Red & Reader working together to convince Birch that gives the guys an opening enough to keep Birch from succeeding in using the machine (to merge worlds, rather than kidnap Reader - it’d free his people, he reasons, and then there’s no problem with her staying with him, right?)

US and SF Sans, and UF Pap (Caelum, Sable, and Vex for me)

Listen I’m a sucker for US & SF Sans dynamic, okay? It’s great, and through in some Vex, and hot damn that’s a spicy meatball-

Wrench in the works is once again MafiaFell!Pap - only this time he’s working on both Vex and Reader; Vex tracks Reader one night and they meet that way. They’re ‘similar’ enough that Vex is swayed (in the ‘both of them are crossing their fingers behind their backs’ sort of way) - it isn’t until Vex realizes just how brutal MF!Pap’s true plan is that Vex reveals everything

Big wholesome-teamwork-at-last and blowout fight moment when the guys join together to beat MF!Pap’s veritable army after he successfully drags them all through the portal to his own world - the guys were an accident, but MF!Pap is nothing if not quick on his feet... how on earth will they get out of this one~?

UF, SF, and HF Sans (Red, Sable, and Hickory for me)

This one might seem like an odd dynamic but it’s fascinating to me okay - Red and Hickory are dangerously similar in so many ways, but despite all the fights Red realizes just how much he has in common w/ Sable too... reminding him of uncomfortable truths, in this au where he’s semi-estranged from his brother on the surface for Complicated Reasons

Hickory and Sable end up as a surprisingly killer (literally woops) duo - same hat re: certain emotional traumas :c

ScienceFell!Sans is the wrench in the works here - a mirror to all the flaws for all the guys in different ways (Red abandoning his previous path, where he could’ve achieved so much as a researcher/scientist; Hickory, the same, plus added ‘a whole version of me’, because Hickory was still on the science path when he got his injury; and for Sable, both half a reminder of his brother, and half a vision of what his father always wanted him to be, but he was never cracked up to be) - and ScienceFell!Sans is a damn smooth operator on top of being a literal genius - he manipulates it to where Reader loses her job... but he’s able to get her a job as his assistant... uh oh

US, SF, and HF Pap (Cider, Rus, and Birch for me)

Three lads that can’t gd be honest with their feelings to the umpteenth degree, oh gods. For real though, an interesting dynamic - they’d actually fight way less, so a lot of their conflict would be exploring socio-cultural differences, personal self-esteem/worth issues, and their secret selfishness in wanting Reader to themselves while also ‘knowing’ they’re no good-

Wrench in the works here is MafiaFell!Pap again- in this one though he actually works himself into the ‘main’ group, even more effective by getting them a bigger apartment (but not too suspiciously ostentatious...), ‘finds employment’, etc.... but the whole time is plotting to take Reader back with him

They’re all betrayed, so different layers of pain here, and he almost succeeds because of it - the other guys lose so much faith in themselves (after all, what one ‘version’ of them is able to do...) they almost lose Reader - but thanks to MF!Pap being around more there’s more Reader’s cottoned on to, so is able to evade for long enough to break free the separately jailed/etc guys and snap them out of it, cue big fight, esp once they get Birch free 👀

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... all that said, just go read Aggre for your sweet sweet fix of this variety, Llama knocked it out of the park with that fic <3

[msmkcreates]

I love your stories and have recently found myself wondering what if the universes converged around a point that wasn't Nova how many of the guys with additions of their gals would end up in polycules? Would some of the brothers left out from monogamous pairings find love in other households? Sorry if this was too big of an ask there's just a lot of tragic OC and all the poly representation is harem or "v" instead of weird multiple hinges and geometric designs.

Oh I totally get it, its one reason I think my TAMIFIL gets so much attention (Mutt/Reader/Stretch)

I think, assuming that Nova is nonexistent since all the other girls exist, that at first they might stick to their groups. I don't think Mutt and Black would be too keen on sharing Brat with anyone else, and Stretch only barely shared Honey with Blue in the first place. It's likely that Boss would still be hung up on Kitty, who would be dating Red, and again I don't think they'd wanna share.

The most adventurous might be Jane, the Classic UT Nova. She doesn't align with Papyrus at all, but she may be interested in more Sanses. After all, she's also Dusty's and Axe's girl, assuming there can only be one instance of Jane at a time. She might flirt without realizing it, and her sunny personality might draw the interest of Blue. Since he'd be cute and little at the time it doesn't seem like a threat, so he weedles his way into their little love square. While the other three are busy posturing, Blue quietly grows up and grows closer to Jane, ending up bigger and stronger than all of them, but as a gracious winner he would be a caring Alpha who takes good care of all his mates.

As for the girls themselves, I could see Brat taking an interest in other versions of herself, hell, she's hot and so they must be hot. She might go for Kitty first, goth to goth, but find out pretty quickly that she's much too shy to respond. After that her interest would quickly slide to Honey, who is curious as well. Stretch doesn't care for the idea of sharing Honey with Mutt and Black, per se, but sharing her with Brat is both hot and acceptable. When they start to really bond, and Mutt and Stretch start becoming closer friends, finally there gets to be a little more leeway and the boys join in on the fun. Black stays out of it but occasionally he does like to watch. He enjoys calling the shots.

So pretty much the pairing would end up being:

Jane x UT/US/Dust/HT!Sanses (guys dote on girl)

Kitty x UF!Sans with secret admirers UF!Pap and Brat

Honey/US!Pap x Brat/SF!Pap 4 way poly, with chaperone/sugar daddy Black (who pairs only with Brat, alone, but enjoys the idea of the rest of them together)

Green/Darling and G/Angel do not cross with anyone else

And Papyrus feels like maybe...someone's missing.

[readersattic]

Blog Post # 8 - Carry On (& Fangirl)

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell will forever have a special place in heart, especially because of where the story began - with Cather and Wren in 2013. 

Not to make you feel old, but in 2013 I was in middle school.

Let’s go back in time to 2013, a 13 year-old Teri spots Fangirl on the shelf of either a library or bookstore, although I used to accidentally steal books from the library frequently, so who knows... I had already given myself the title of “fangirl,”  and was well into my awkward phase. I spent many nights reading fanfiction on FanFiction.net and Wattpad (before I discovered the superiority of AO3), I was active on Tumblr every single day, and I was very gay and very, very depressed. At 13 I was obsessed with my body image, an issue that continues to plague me, and I was doing some very not okay things to myself - and fandom and the internet and stories are all that I had! Also at 13 my younger brother was almost 2, and my step dad was (this is really, really bad) 23 years old! YEP 23!  

So I had a lot, a lot of issues... But reading Fangirl genuinely helped me, to see Cath struggle with some of the same things I struggled with and to see her be okay, to see that yes I would live to 19 and it was okay to be a “nerd” like her as well! 

But at 21 I had nearly forgotten my love for Rainbow Rowell and had never gone back to the novel after a few years (I moved to Florida at 14 and had to hide away parts of my identity; anime, fandoms, being queer, you get it), so to read Carry On in your class was an awakening for me! 

Let me write out my praise and thoughts on Carry On now... 

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell is an ingenious look into the Harry Potter/boarding school trope that is often romanticized. Unlike Harry Potter however, Carry On benefits from having multiple POVs, often times within the same chapter. Allowing readers into multiple characters heads gives readers a better grasp on what is really happening in this unfamiliar world of mages. Readers also benefit from this because the story begins in Simon, Penny, Baz, and Agatha’s last year at Watford, and by using various POVs readers can understand their world of magic through different perspectives that include differing ideologies of magic, class, race, and schools of thought.  

Carry On also includes multiple identities and the notion that these identities are okay! And also, a delightful enemies-to-lovers story that is captivating and heart-wrenching at the same time (for the love of god can these boys not communicate). And instead of a singular enemy that can be destroyed, the enemy that has plagued Watford since Simon’s arrival was Simon’s antithesis. The Humdrum was because of the Mage’s wrath and selfishness, and in him creating Simon the Mage doomed himself, Lucy, Simon, and the world of mages. 

I also wanted to address the issue of the Mage and his creation of Simon, which was done in the traditional way... The Mage was Simon’s biological father, yet he subjected Simon to the foster care system his entire life, basically dangling the world of mages over his head until he was useful. Simon was neglected because of this, every year Simon would return to Watford malnourished, without proper clothes, and slightly dirty. And Simon had no protection from the Mage, despite the Mage knowing that there were other magical creatures seeking to hurt Simon. The Mage as “heterosexual Dumbledore” will forever be the worst character and the character who deserved death the most. 

Tragedy throughout, and the loss of his magic, might condemn some, but at the end of Carry On Simon seemed positive for his future, positive with his new terrible boyfriend Baz, and very excited to be living with Penny. 

Wayward Son is a discussion for another time, however. ;) 

But, Professor Elliott, I wanted to truly thank you for everything you have done for me and for the entire class. You have been the most remarkable, kind, and understanding professor in all of my time here at UF. You are a wonderful teacher, and a force to be reckoned with, and I will truly, truly miss your class. You had the perfect syllabus, readings, assignments, PowerPoints!!-God I love good PowerPoints. Your impact on me is great and I will remember you and your kindness for a lifetime; I hope we can stay in touch! <3 

[hahanoiwont]

1. What are Frisk’s thoughts about storyshift sans and Papyrus? Would Frisk try to stay in the ruins with Papyrus? 2. Would Frisk get along with Cross sans? 3. Out of all the sanses, who would be Frisk’s favorite? 4. Do you think Red would find a way for Frisk to stop aging and live forever?

!!! hi :D these are some great questions! I am happy to answer :) under the cut so as not to interrupt anyone's dash

1. What are Frisk’s thoughts about storyshift sans and Papyrus? Would Frisk try to stay in the ruins with Papyrus? For background: Storyshift is the AU where a bunch of people shift over one way or another--Chara and Asriel live in Snowdin, Sans is king of the Underground while Papyrus lives in the Ruins, etc. etc. It and its counterpart Altertale (Papyrus and Asgore swap, Sans and Toriel swap, Gaster and Asriel swap, and everything else remains the same) are both really interesting concepts to me, and I strongly considered putting Altertale in Whither Then (with my own,, changes in some areas. much like how my Underswap is not exactly canon Underswap). As far as how WT!Frisk would feel meeting them...

I think Frisk would be sorely tempted to stay in the Ruins. They miss having a home with UF!Papyrus and Sans, and if there’s a Papyrus who wants them to stay with him and no Sans who might go crazy and try to kill them one day, it would be a dream come true, especially later in the series when they are less averse to staying in one place. But, something really important about UT Toriel that would be even more relevant to SS Papyrus is that they’re both lonely. Like, super lonely. Assuming Storyshift follows a mostly-canon timeline, Papyrus and Sans aren’t speaking, everyone in the Ruins is too intimidated to talk to Papyrus, and all of the fallen children leave and are killed by Sans. In the end, it would be much like Red’s insistence that meeting UF!Asgore is suicide--Frisk would understand his concerns, dismiss them, and leave. They wouldn’t be able to stay with Papyrus when they know they can alleviate his fear and reunite him with his friends and his brother by breaking the Barrier. And since Papyrus is generally more forgiving than Toriel, that reunion would have a much better chance of working out...at least until Sans appears to kill them.

As for Sans, I think Frisk would just feel sad for him. Their insistence has long been that he’s a good person who just gets pushed into a corner and can’t see a way to not kill people, and for storyshift Sans this is especially true. I think they would try to be very gentle with him.

2. Would Frisk get along with Cross Sans? We are reaching the end of my AU knowledge...I believe Cross was once a swap Sans who got reset all to hell by his Gaster? I know he’s a royal guard(?) and he was at some point possessed by Chara, which they would have in common. As far as their personalities, Cross Sans is loyal, friendly, and kinda noble, which I think Frisk would find a little strange in a Sans but ultimately appreciate. As people who both got kinda screwed over by the multiverse mess, I think they could be buds. Maybe in that AU where Frisk is buds with Nightmare & co?

3. Out of any Sans, who would be Frisk’s favorite? Depends...are we talking anyone in WT canon, or if Frisk were to meet every single AU Sans, which would they like best? In WT canon, Frisk’s favorite tends to be whoever they’ve spent the most time with, with the notable exception of Shy Sans. They loved Red a lot, and he probably maintains ‘favorite’ status even in Underswap (though at the end of Underswap, Blue is threatening to usurp him and probably would have if they’d stayed there longer); then their feelings towards Red complicate as they begin to process his betrayal and they get closer to Shy as he teaches them. They stay with Shy for a long time, relatively speaking; several months compared to their 2ish in Underswap, but less than they spent in Underfell (11 months, give or take). But it’s still safe to say Shy was their favorite and they would have stayed with him if they believed that they could.

Sfrisks is not in the running.

Then there’s Swapfell, where Frisk spends a long time. First 6 weeks are not particularly endearing for Black, since he’s first trying to kill them and then trying to stay out of the way so they can befriend Slim. I haven’t written it down anywhere, but they spend around 8 months with Black and Slim--they’re actually well on their way to 14 years old when they leave Swapfell, but they don’t know exactly how much time has passed, so it’s hard for them to tell. It’s not like they can consult a doctor. In any case, Black is the Sans they actually almost stay with, and he understands them on a “we come from terrible universes but would like to be harmless actually” level. I don’t know if that makes him their favorite, but they want him back very badly.

I’d say it’s mostly a matter of who Frisk thinks they have the greatest chance of actually being able to get to, ultimately--as well as what Frisk needs in the moment. When they want reassurance, they want Blue. When they want a friend or just somebody who knows what they’re doing, they want Shy. When they want to be understood, they want Black. When they want to feel safe from the world and secure and loved, they still paradoxically reach for Red. Does that make any of them Frisk's "favorite"...? I'm not sure.

4. Do you think Red would find a way for Frisk to stop aging and live forever? Don't underestimate crazy. I think the question is more, "What would it cost?" and "Would Frisk agree to it?"

:3 these were some fun questions and great opportunities to think things through...thank you for sending them! Whither Then thoughts are always welcome in my inbox :)

[myownpersonaldemons]

Selftober Prompt 20

Accidental Kiss

UF!Sans/Reader

The end gets a little mature just fyi.

It was a complete and utter accident.

Honestly!

It wasn’t even a good kiss, more of a clash of teeth than a real kiss. You’d been laughing at a joke he made, and turned to look at him just as he leaned past you to grab the bottle of mustard that Grillby had placed in front of you.

It had kind of hurt in fact, your lip felt pinched a bit.

That was all it was.

An accident.

A freak of an accident that would never occur again.

So then…why did you keep thinking about it? Even as accidental it was, the feeling of teeth against your lips still ghosted across your flesh. The blush on your cheeks kept returning over and over again whenever you thought about it, and your fingers kept brushing lightly over your lips as if that would bring the sensation back full force.

It had happened over a week ago, as well. Any lingering sensation should’ve faded and you should’ve been able to return back to the bar without feeling anxious about it. Yet, every time you thought about perhaps going there for dinner before the crowds flooded in…your chest would pound and you talked yourself out of it.

It wasn’t as if you went there that often anyways, Sans totally wouldn’t notice that you hadn’t shown up in a while. He wasn’t even that close of a friend, so he wouldn’t care either.

All lies you told yourself to make it easier for you to not go back to Grillby’s.

Then came the text from Sans.

Sans 9:38 PM: what’re ya up to? haven’t seen ya ‘round lately.

Your heart beat in your throat, and a blush darkened your cheeks as you instantly thought back to the accidental kiss. Shaking your head you insisted that he didn’t care nor would he even remember the tiny mishap. It was Sans you were talking about. You didn’t know how he did it, but every night you were at Grillby’s he’d always pick out a woman in the bar and as you were leaving he’d always switch over and practically have the woman swooning into his arms before you’d even gotten to the door.

Accidentally smooching you in the most awkward kiss of his lifetime probably didn’t even register in his mind anymore.

You exhaled and typed back. Joking it off so that he wouldn’t realize that you weren’t in the habit of forgetting stupid little smooches.

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It was…not as much of an accident as you had thought.

Sans had purposefully indicated to Grillby to put the mustard in front of you, but he had originally wanted to just whisper in your ear some saucy words that would make you blush. He adored your blush, and the shy, flustered smile that always came with it as you struggled to find a way to respond  before you’d laugh it off and change the subject.

However, when you started to turn your head? Maybe Sans had shifted his head as well, not exactly to go for a kiss, but maybe to get close enough that he could say a cheeky one-liner and get you to blush again. Something stupid, cus he wasn’t the kind of guy that wanted to make the women he was attracted to feel uncomfortable. You liked the low-hanging fruit jokes, and he had plenty of them to make you smile and laugh.

The feeling of your soft lips against his teeth, though? Damn. It was like a drug that he craved. You’d gotten all flustered and apologized profusely which…isn’t what he wanted you to do at all. He felt bad about it, and apologized as well, cus you seemed actually upset by it.

So…fuck maybe you didn’t want to kiss him or do anything like that with him.

Was it because he was a monster? Was it because of his appearance? Cus he thought he was hot shit…but you didn’t seem the kinda gal that let her gaze linger on anyone long. Hell! He didn’t even know if you were into guys, let alone monsters! He could be barking up the wrong tree for all he knew. That anxiety started to creep in as he preened himself in front of the mirror for longer before going to Grillby’s.

Each day you weren’t there made his non-existant gut twist.

Sure, you weren’t the typical type of chick who would show up daily, hell he hardly saw you once a week, and that was if he was lucky. Still, after a week of not seeing your cute little blushing face, Sans pulled out his phone, placed it on the bar top, all while grumbling.

An hour passed before he finally texted you. When you didn’t respond back right away, Sans was grumbling to himself when Grillby lounged against the bar in front of him.

“Sad that your little kitten hasn’t come around to play, Sans?” Grillby taunted him, swirling some amber liquid in his cup and looking over at his long term friend patron over his glasses.  Sans huffed.

“tch, ya sure yer not projecting there, pal? she’s normally the one between the two of us who pays,” Sans pointed out, pointing his mustard toward Grillby with a smirk. Grillby’s own smirk didn’t fade, he shifted so he was leaning closer to Sans.

“Take some advice, Red, monster up. We both know you’re a coward when it comes to anything besides fighting or fucking,” Grillby tapped the bar and gave Sans a bigger smirk, “or I might try my hand at…’wooing’ your little friend.”

Sans’ smirk turned into a scowl, “fuck off. since when do you give a shit?”

Grillby straightened and shrugged his shoulders, “it’s not like it fucking matters in the long run. Either way you’re not a paying customer, get rejected or not and you’ll still come crawling in here day after day after day.”

“You really know how to boost a guys spirits,” Sans tapped his mustard bottle against the glass Grillby had left sitting on the bar top. Grillby gave a lopsided smirk before picking up the drink and saluting it towards Sans before downing it. His fire gave a whoosh as it brightened momentarily from the alcohol, before he pivoted and walked away to attend to other matters.

Sans sighed and rubbed at his temple before picking his phone back up.

You: 9:43 PM: eh nothing much

You: 9:43 PM: Why? Miss me that much already :P

If his SOUL lurched at seeing your text, he would never admit that. Instead, he gave the tiniest of smirks and responded.

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Sans 9:59 PM: grillbz doesn’t appreciate my jokes like you do

Sans 10:00 PM: and what if I fuckin do?

You 10:03 PM: You have the lowest form of humor of course I find you hilarious

You 10:03 PM: Awww you misssssssssssssssssssssss me

You 10:04 PM: Are you drunk?

Sans 10:06 PM: nah, grillbz doesn’t let me hit the hard stuff till 10:30

You 10:06 PM: that’s what she said

Sans 10:10 PM: and you say my form of humor is the lowest

You 10:11 PM: I learn from the best

Sans 10:15 PM: you should come to grillbz

You 10:16 PM: Nah, gotta draw out our meetings so you miss me more

You 10:17 PM: Uh…plus it’s late and the club aspect is probably in full swing

Sans 10:43 PM: can I come over to yours then?

You 11:00 PM: Sure, I’ll send you my address.

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You didn’t know what made you say yes, but a few minutes of waiting later and there was a knock on your door. Thankfully, Sans wasn’t drunk when you opened the door. If he was, you probably would’ve a) gotten his brother to come pick him up, b) closed the door on his face, or more likely c) gotten him onto your couch and made him drink a full glass of water and then went into your room for the night.

Instead, you shyly let him in. You had put your bra back on, but honestly? You hadn’t put too much thought into your clothing. You were wearing your pajama’s and had been playing your favourite video game when he had asked and you hadn’t really wanted to stop playing. So, a bra was all the effort you gave him.

His eye lights quickly checked you out before snorting, “ya dressed up for me, sweetcheeks?”

You blushed, but proudly grabbed the hem of your tank top and stretched it a bit so the nerdy reference could be viewed in it’s full glory. “I chose my favourite pajama tank just for you, you should be in awe.”

A chuckle, “yer a fucking nerd.”

“Takes one to know one, mister. Grillby told me one day that you watched Mew Mew Kissy Cutie with Papyrus before, so don’t you tell me that you’re not a nerd either,” you shot back and stuck your tongue out at him.

It was…so strange. Having him in your apartment. Yet, you weren’t tense and uncomfortable as you were when anyone else visited for the first time. You didn’t feel the need to apologize for the slight clutter, nor did you feel like he would judge you for anything in your apartment. He’d confessed that his room had a trash tornado in the corner, and you were not nearly that messy.

You invited him further into the apartment and got him some water, but also pulled out your mustard bottle. You didn’t know how much was in it but you held it out to him, and he accepted it with a thanks before squirting an unhealthy swig straight into his slightly parted teeth in which it disappeared into the void behind.

Without hesitation the two of you began to catch each other up on the last week, throw jokes, and overall just converse without feeling the pressure of needing to do anything a certain way. You ended up sitting on the couch with your feet on his lap, a blanket strewn over both of your legs, and watching him play a game on your console. It was getting close to twelve and your eyes were starting to droop.

You found yourself tearing your gaze away from the game to watch his face. The way his golden tooth shone even though the only light now was coming from the television. His eyes were fully focused on the game and there was a slight furrow to his face in concentration. He’d grumble swears when he wasn’t doing so hot, and then swear louder when he finally beat whatever he was working on getting through.

Why had you ever thought that a simple kiss would make things weird between the two of you?

His eye lights flickered over to you, and then he glanced at his phone sitting on the arm of the couch. “shit, sorry, dollface, didn’t mean ta keep ya up so late,” he said, patting your leg and placing the controller down. “i’ll get out of yer hair.”

You hummed sleepily, “you’re not bothering me, you can stay if you want.”

Sans hesitated, staring at you for a long time before slowly easing himself back into the couch. For a moment it looked like he wanted to say something, but then he simply grinned, patted your leg again and returned to his game. A while later, you yawned again and shifted trying to get even more comfortable on the couch. His eye lights shifted over to you.

“why dontcha cuddle up ta me? might be better than the arm rest thing,” he said gruffily, and looked back over to the television. You debated before shaking your head.

“Don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you murmured, “already got my legs on you.”

A pause and then he smirked, “y’know, i’d like it if all of ya was on me, but i’ll take what i can get.”

A wink.

You snorted, “you big flirt. Bet you say that to all the ladies. Speaking of, why are you here with me instead of…you know, a real lady?”

Sans gave you a bemused look, “’real lady’?”

“You know, someone not wearing the same pajama’s she wore last night because she forgot to do laundry,” you gestured lazily at your shirt. “Those girls at Grillby’s you normally flirt it up with when I leave.”

“dollface, i’d prefer you in two day old pajama’s over a random lady at the bar anyday,” he said with an eye roll.

Your heart gave a little skip which you instantly shushed. All internally of course. Outwardly you just huffed out a laugh, “thanks for the pity-“

“ain’t pity, sweetheart,” Sans cut you off, giving you a very serious look. “i’m dead serious. do ya even realize how hot you look right now?”

Your face blushed, chuckled and looked away. “My hair is damp from a shower, and I’m wearing gross pajama’s. This isn’t ‘hot’, but thanks?”

Sans snorted, “yknow what i see? my fav girl relaxed as all hell, not giving a damn about how she looks with chips on her tits.”

You glanced down, and blushed more as you brushed off your chest from chip crumbs. Then you paused, “Fav girl?”

“fuckin’ duh,” he grumbled placing the controller to the side. “yer hot as fuck, got the cutest fucking blush, yer funny, smart, and when ya talk ‘boutcha favourite shit? ya get this cute ass smile on your face and you get so animated.”

You laughed lightly and sat up, bringing your legs from his lap. “Thanks, Sans.”

“and, yer lips have been on my mind for the past week,” he added, and you blushed even worse.

“I’m sorry!” you blurted out, covering your face, “It was an accident.”

Sans shifted closer and place a hand on your knee, you cracked your fingers slightly to look over at him. His eye lights were a bit bigger which surprised you. He looked like a cat that just got excited at seeing it’s favourite thing.

“if yer uncomfortable, lemme know, dollface and i’ll either leave or just back off,” he said, voice softer than normal but no less deep. You slowly lowered your hands and swallowed thickly.

“I’m…not uncomfortable, flustered yeah…but, not uncomfortable,” you mumbled, rubbing your hands up and down your calves quickly as if to disperse the nervous energy flowing through you. Was he going to kiss you? Or where was this going? Oh, you hadn’t been in a relationship in forever, you hadn’t been flirted with by anyone besides Sans in the longest time either.

“wanna redo on that kiss?” Sans asked, and your heart launched into your throat.

Holy shit.

Holy shit!

You nodded eagerly, and he chuckled. A deep rich sound that made you swoon a bit. He shifted his hand from your knee to the back of the couch as he shifted closer to you. His other hand reached over to carress your cheek for a moment before curling around to the base of your skull. You could hardly breathe as he leaned closer and pressed his teeth against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed and for a moment the two of you just…stayed like that.

Then your hands moved up to grip his jacket and pull him closer. It was like a dam broke. You felt the brush of his magical tongue against your lips, and then it was expertly exploring your mouth. A sense of desperation from both of you, like you both had been starved for years, exploded forth.

You quickly found yourself on your back, out of breath, with a jacketless Sans hovering over you. One of your legs was hooked around his hips, his hand was up your shirt and under your bra, and you both were panting heavily.

“Well,” you squeaked out, “That was…a hell of a second kiss.”

He chuckled awkwardly and withdrew his hand, “sorry for coping a feel.”

You shook your head, “s’okay…I didn’t mind.”

A pause.

Then your lips were back on his teeth, and his hands were back exploring your body.

Thank god for accidentally kisses.

[septic-skele]

UF - Out of Reach

Summary: Classic and Blue have it good with their brothers. They make displays of love and affection look so easy. Red can’t help but feel bitter about it. He stands no chance of ever having anything like that with his boss.

Well, not with that attitude about it, Blue says.

Red couldn’t understand it. Logically he figured it was because Classic and Blue came from drastically different backgrounds. They weren’t living with eye sockets in the back of their heads or half-formed, sharpened bones under their pillows like he and Boss did. They were probably just as baffled about him and his behavior, but there was something Blue had said once that wouldn’t leave his mind.

Red had walked in on a private moment and for reasons beyond him, he hadn’t taken a hasty shortcut back out. He stopped and stared and couldn’t help being taken aback when he saw Blue cradling his Papyrus’ skull against his shoulder, murmuring comforts to him. Red had never seen that casual, laidback Papyrus so drunk, weak and vulnerable, much less Blue so solemn.

“I love you, Papy,” he soothed. “I’d love you no matter the ‘reset’, whatever that may be—no matter the world, no matter the universe. A good, proper Sans would never give up on his brother, and I am just that.”

Good, proper. Red had no illusions of propriety but the idea of it nagged and frustrated him. Any time he had tried to console Papyrus in recent memory, it had ended with all the wrong things being said and door hinges buckling under the strain of being slammed.

Red already knew what Blue would say if he heard of this. “You can always try again! I believe in you, pal! You simply need to persevere! You’ll get through to him, I know it!” Disgusting.

The worst part of it, however, was that even Classic did it better than he could. Classic—depressed, cynical, apathetic, a liar to Papyrus’ face more often than not—still loved his brother better.

Somehow the six of them had survived a night in together, though the argument over the TV remote had almost come to blows and the throw pillows may have sacrificed some of their stuffing. Now that they were all retiring, Red wandered down the hall to hear strains of Classic’s voice from one of the nearby bedrooms. He didn’t sound anything like the blasé character Red usually knew; he was lighter, actually putting effort into this.

“…Peekaboo had become a game of hide-and-seek! Where could her friends have gone? Fluffy Bunny wondered, bounding across the green, green field to look for them. She searched high! She searched low!”

“She searched near and far,” Papyrus chimed in.

“You bet she did. She searched east and west, under rocks and up in trees. But Fluffy Bunny couldn’t find her friends anywhere! Wherever could they be?”

Maybe they ditched her for wantin’ to play such stupid games, Red mused with a snort, although as Classic continued he was distracted by an old, old memory fluttering forth.

He had spent hours poring over the dump, fishing out as many old, damaged books as he could find. Drained and shivering, he’d lugged them back to the nook where he’d left Papyrus, safely out of sight. Before he could find sleep, Papyrus had thrown himself over Red’s back and pitched a fit about learning how to read.

“Show me, brother! I want to do it like you do, I want to try! It doesn’t have to be the long one! Just show me how, please! Please, please, please, plea-a-a-ase!”

Red had capitulated only because he didn’t want the tantrum to draw unwanted attention, but that wasn’t the part that stuck with him. Papyrus had curled up against him, half-tucked under his coat, watching him trace letters with intent focus. As he haltingly sounded out the words, every small success made him light up like a star, clutching eagerly at Red’s ribs for his approval.

“Did you see that, Sans?! Did you hear me?! I did it!”

“Yeah, yeah. Pipe down, kid, I saw. Nice one.”

Red’s opinion and praise had still meant something to Papyrus back then. Stars, he was still willing to cuddle with him, despite the filth and the damp clinging to his clothes from the river.

Had Boss ever really been that hopeful, clingy little baby bones or was Red trying to convince himself that was how it had happened? It was so long ago. Pap could have just fished those books out and taught himself while Sans was away, trying to find work. That sounded far more likely.

“G’night, bro,” Classic concluded, sliding the book onto the nightstand and giving his Papyrus an affectionate squeeze of the hand.

Balking, Red ducked back toward the stairs before he could be found snooping, all too well aware of what Boss might do if he ever dared reach out that way. He’d probably end up losing a few fingers.

It wasn’t fair, something small and spiteful in the back of his mind huffed. The idea nearly made him miss one of the steps, torn between shock and scornful amusement. Since when had fairness ever been part of the equation? If things were fair…

If things were fair, they would probably look a lot like the scene he had just left, as well as the scene he was walking into now. Blue perched prim and proper on the end of the couch, surfing idly through channels. His brother was stretched across the rest of the cushions, head propped against Blue’s lap, swaddled up in blankets, the whole nine yards.

Jerks. They were intent on showing off now; they knew exactly how good they had it. Sparks of irrational anger crackled along Red's jaw and spine. If he had something immediately on hand to hurl at them, he would have, but he had already shucked off his boots and summoning a bone would be a waste of magic.

“Edgy me?” Blue called in a faux whisper, making him tense. “I would have thought you’d be asleep already.”

“Yeah, well, it’s kinda hard to rest easy with Classic jabbering on about fluffy bunnies through the wall!” Red snarked, louder and sharper than necessary. He took little satisfaction in the way Blue winced, resting a hand on Papy’s skull as if to muffle the noise.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” So genteel, so polite, he still offered an inviting smile. “If you’d care to come and join us, any of the chairs from the dinner table are free! Mweheh, I honestly have no idea how Papy sleeps like this; the side I sit on is the only one without mangled, broken springs. It’s probably all of his tossing and turning that’s done it. I’ve been meaning to get them repaired, but he hardly ever leaves the couch to let me at it! He really ought to—”

“Shut up already, would’ja? I don’t care! Besides—Tch, wouldn’t want to interrupt your cute little ‘brother bonding’ time.”

“Oh, no, y-you’re not interrupting anything! Did I imply that somehow? I’m sorry! If you want part of the couch, I can wake him and ask him to scoot over—”

“How d’you make it look so easy?” It broke free before Red could fully comprehend how irrational it would be to ask. Jaw clenching so tightly that his teeth squeaked, he drew back from his own brash demand. Blue tilted his head.

“I’m sorry?” That counted three times in this conversation that he’d apologized for nothing. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He should have retreated. He should have spat, “Never mind!” and transported to his room to seethe in privacy. Instead his foolish, fat mouth blundered on. “How d’you get him to do that?” He threw an irritated gesture at the sleeping lump on his lap. “How d’you make him…relax, with you there? It’s as if he likes having you around!”

Even that was saying too much and yet just enough. Realization dawned in Blue’s eyes, followed by—oh, stars, there was pity.

“Well, I…I’m not really sure. If there are no other comfortable surfaces around for him while he sleeps, I’m happy to help! The last thing he needs is a cramp in his neck. Heh, I’m not tall enough to fix that for him so why not try to prevent it entirely? We’ve huddled up ever since we were baby bones; it’s always been this way.”

Of course. Cheekbones flaming, Red ducked his head. They never had raging fights that lasted until dawn (or until they started losing their voices, whichever came first.) Blue and Stretch had it all sorted out from birth, cozy and coddled.

“…Papy always caught cold too easily. I’d make up some rather impressive beds for him with grass and water sausages so he wouldn’t have to sleep on the rock, but the dew would leave him shivering all night! I couldn’t let that stand! Those chattering teeth of his kept me awake too so I made the noble sacrifice and slept on the damp side while he nestled up to me.” Blue chuckled, an uncharacteristic note of something laced through it. “With our two shirts tucked together, we could almost imagine a full hoodie like he has now!”

“Wh—You? That’s rich.” That was decidedly not what Red had been picturing as a life that could spit out someone as sickeningly sweet as Blue. “You’re not tellin’ me you two were homeless.”

“I preferred to think of us as explorers!” Blue corrected. “I told Papy that we were on an adventure to find the perfect place for a new start. We experienced all that the Underground had to offer a couple of wandering baby bones: scavenging, hide-and-seek, games of chase with older monsters, who were rather poor sports when they couldn’t catch us. I grew strong and magnificent thanks to all of that exercise and my brother…well, he tried very hard!”

Red shuffled uncomfortably in place. Funny, how familiar all of those experiences sounded—but from someone else’s mouth?

“Then Papy fell terribly ill. He was poisoned, in fact. It was the first time I really wondered if I’d lose him.” Ignoring how Red startled, Blue glanced pensively down at his snoring brother, smoothing his fingers more gently over his skull. “It may have been an accident, but I was responsible for his safety; I should have been paying closer attention. In part it was my fault.”

“And he…forgave you for that?” An accident like that, caused by a slip in Sans’ attention, could probably get him disowned.

“On the contrary, he blamed himself! He blames himself for a great many things and he thinks most of them can’t be helped. I try, I always try to help. What’s infuriating is that he acts as if he doesn’t deserve it. Despite what you may think, there are plenty of times he doesn’t want me around. He shuts down, he pushes me away, he tells me I’m wasting my time.”

Red’s eyelights flicked off.

“Shut up, Sans. I don’t want to discuss it.”

“You idiot! Get away from me!”

“Useless. What a waste of time.”

“I think he’s scared of what might happen if he lets his guard down…Perhaps he thinks I’m not strong enough to face whatever is underneath,” Blue continued. “Perhaps he thinks that if he lets me too close, it will be the thing to drive me away for good. Nevertheless! With time and patience, I know I’ll convince him.”

“But how?! How am I supposed to—I mean, how do you keep trying when it never does any good?”

“It does do some good, I’m sure of it! I keep pushing to help him so he knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that I won’t be driven away so easily. Maybe Papy just isn’t ready to show me the good it’s done yet. He has to learn to trust himself before he can trust me, but he can never say that I don’t care about him. I’ll show love to every part of him, even the bad, and it will be an influence for the better. I will break down those barriers!” Blue concluded with a fiercer grin.

A good Sans would never give up on his brother.

“Doesn’t it…suck?” Red ground out, hoping it wouldn’t be interpreted as an admission of weakness. Doesn’t it hurt? “When he shuts you out all the time?”

“Of course. I never said it was an easy task but it’s not within me to accept defeat!” Blue stopped up short then, holding his breath as Papyrus shifted against him. Neither Red nor Blue had been particularly careful about their volume.

After a few moments of adjustment, Stretch settled deeper into his blankets with a sleepy hum of contentment. Blue softened, eyelights aglow with such fondness that Red could almost feel a ripple of it in the air between them. It made his soul turn.

“He’s my only brother. We only have each other in the end. Isn’t that worth the effort?”

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If Red hadn’t been passing his boss’s room at precisely the right moment, he never would have heard it: a string of low, ragged gasps, followed by a rumble that could have been a groan or a growl. Sans grimaced at the sound, already aware of what was happening. Boss never made noise in his sleep unless he was injured, pain slipping through the cracks of his subconscious, or he was fighting a nightmare. Seeing as the last few days had been highly uneventful, it would be the latter.

Welp, that’s his problem. I’m not about to get impaled ’cause he mistakes me for his sleep paralysis demon.

That was habit speaking. Better reasoning caught him a few steps later, slowing him to a halt.

It would be easy to swan off, mind his own business and let Papyrus suffer on his own. It would have been easy to do it years ago too, when Pap was nothing but a scrawny baby bones who couldn’t have done anything about it.

If he hadn’t then, why should he now? It was Boss’s shouts in the morning that often woke him from dark dreams…He could return the favor and feel less indebted to him for it.

It was only fair.

Cursing his newly planted seed of a conscience, Sans pivoted with great difficulty and kicked a foot at the door with a small thump. No answer. He kicked again. The gruff breaths from within quickened.

“…Boss?” he ventured, clearing his throat roughly. “Hey. Boss.” Belatedly he realized that he had no proper excuse ready if Papyrus awoke and asked what he wanted. That might not go over well, but the circumstances were making it hard to focus. Those strangled groans were slowly but surely chipping away his first instinct of self-preservation.

He was definitely going to get impaled. One shot, -9999 damage and his life would be over, all for an attempt to be considerate, but he could hear it now in Papyrus’ voice. There was a scared little brat trapped inside the intimidating commander and that brat clearly still needed a big brother to drag him out of trouble.

Steeled for his impending doom, Sans jostled open the door. “Boss,” he began again as he poked his head in. “You’re makin’ noise, alright? You gotta—Whoa, whoa, whoa, that’s not good—”

Papyrus was a writhing, tangled mess in his blankets, some already torn where his claws had caught. Sweat and magic bled down his face, eye sockets sputtering and smoking in a flurry of colors as he choked for traction to cry out.

“Ngnnh—No, no—stop!”

“Boss?!” Sans stammered, surging forward. Of their own volition his hands got busy, dragging at the blankets to rend them free of Papyrus’ kicking legs. “Bro, hey! It’s okay, it’s just a dream!”

From there it must have only been a few seconds but to Sans it felt like an eternity before Papyrus lurched upright, already scrambling. He didn’t lunge to attack as Sans had expected but recoiled; it was only when he smacked his skull against the wall behind him that he came to a lurching stop.

“I-It’s just me, Pap,” Sans stated cautiously. He wouldn’t have dared use the old nickname under any other circumstances, but it seemed to clear some of the wild haze in his brother’s eyes. It took a beat for him to formulate an appropriate response.

“Get out,” he rasped. It didn’t hold a candle to its usual bite. He was still panting, disoriented. “What are you doing here?”

Which d’you want, an answer or me getting out? “I heard you…Well, I didn’t know if somethin’ was up. Maybe someone…broke in or somethin’, trying to get to you.”

“Oh?” Shoulders shuddering in what could barely be masked as a laugh, Papyrus shook his head minutely. “And what could you do to save me? L-Look at you. You’re not even armed.”

“And look who didn’t even wake up when I barged in here! The big, bad boss could’ve gotten killed in his sleep because he was too busy cryin’ like a—” By the greatest restraint he cut himself off, foreseeing how that would be received, but he’d said enough already.

“Get. Out,” Papyrus snarled, rediscovering vitriol enough for Sans to cringe.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Get out, you fool, this instant, or I’ll—!”

“I’m sorry, okay? I was worried!” That word felt taboo aloud. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright and you weren’t so I stayed to help.”

“There’s nothing you can do here, Sans; as always, you—you prove to be utterly inadequate! Your best course of action will be to close the door behind you.” Judging by the way his chin jutted out, he was clearly expecting that to be the last word.

“…No.” Tossing the blanket’s edge back to the floor, Sans squared up. “I’m not goin’ anywhere.” The incredulity that flashed in Pap’s eyes should have cowed him but he had resigned himself to that already at the door. “I’m not just gonna leave you here, all jittery and crunched up against the wall. I can’t leave you like this. You’re not fine and I know if I try to say somethin’ to make it better, I’ll screw it up. Like you said, I always do. So let’s just skip that part where I do it wrong and get to the bit where you tell me what you need. What d’you need to feel better and get back to sleep okay?”

The following silence caught him off guard. Papyrus was never at a loss for further scathing remarks so why was he just staring at him? Moreover, where had his anger gone? He looked smaller without it, less like the Great and Terrible Papyrus and more like…

Papyrus. Red’s only brother. Hunched down, hands fisted into the mattress, micro-tremors trailing down his ribs as he breathed, he looked exhausted.

A minute passed. Maybe it was two.

Sans fidgeted, his nerve failing. “Boss, listen, I—”

“Tea,” he muttered, hooded eyes darting away. “If you really want to make yourself useful.” Sans hadn’t expected his soul to fill his throat at that response; something must have shown in his face, as Papyrus’ next grumble was even quieter. “You’re acting uncharacteristically generous with your work ethic. Why would I pass up this opportunity to make you work in the kitchen for once?”

Sans felt oddly light at the words as he nodded, turning for the door. “Gotcha.” He had never thought this day would come. For once in his life, he saw doing more work as a victory.

If it did some small modicum of good, if it made one miniscule chip in those walls between them, it would be worth the effort.