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Hey Silky, maybe when you here him coming, you can put it back where you found it? That way, he won’t realize it was gone

" AND HE MIGHT .. even be BACK before I could do it! "

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this is a rather different information post, and does contain harsher content than others have. Be warned (aka, so far, mentions of rape and abuse and a small mention of alcohol)

•Køn•

-She‘s very very feminine, asexual and demiromantic-bi

-Her parents are Nightmare and Lust,

-Uncles are Dream, Ccino, Lust!Papyrus and Lust!Mettaton,

-Making her cousins Caramel and Latte

-She is 20 years old.

-She is 1.82cm

-Her bday is on 14th October

btw she‘s the girlboss of the relationship

Personality:

She looks introverted, grumpy and sarcastic, but she‘s really covering a lot of not-healed trauma.

-Her eyes, freckles and ecto glow :)

-She calls both her parents „father“, only occasionally does she refer to Lust as „papa“

-Køn has a type of „sexual“ aura which she learned to control. She can use this aura to manipulate others into doing what she wants, but she does have to be careful about it. It makes the person under its influence fall madly in love and/or obey without question.

-Køn can flirt well, even if unintentional, but this mostly happens only with her lovers.

-She prefers to be alone doing her thing a lot of the times.

-Nightmare was not a good father. Lust did his best to comfort Køn after every time he yelled or hit her, but it wasn‘t making anything better, with Lust also not being able to leave.

-Køn can be pessimistic at times. She prefers to be pessimistic so she doesn't have to be disappointed when things don't go well.

-She does enjoy it when Dream and Ccino are around, but she prefers to not be reminded.

-She‘s very nice to her friends and family. Mostly.

-Køn can be manipulative. She became like this at the age of 13, when she realized that her aura would allow her to do and have anything. She uses her aura to convince people to do what she wants and also to win things.

-Once, when she was about 15, she used her aura to manipulate someone into doing what she wants, because she needed some money and thought this was the easiest way. This didn‘t quite work out as planned, as she forgot to take off her aura from the person. As she tried to walk away, the person grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her back….

-Køn is normally very serious, she is not one to participate in silly pranks. (Silkie immediately breaks up)

-She has two(2) tentacles she can form and control, but she doesn‘t use them often. They do seem to have a slight mind of their own sometimes.

-Køn plays the clarinet.

-Despite all dark aesthetics she likes herself some pastels in her room.. <3

-Køn is very attached to her father Lust and her uncles Papyrus and Mettaton.

-Køn and her father Lust‘s relationship is very good. He was always there for her after all.

-Køn has a very big hatred for her father Nightmare. He never took care of her, quite the contrary. He only saw her as a toy, and used her all her life. She made people feel attracted to her because of her aura, so she can give him a negative feeling to feed off of: obsession.

-Køn, one day, yelled at her father saying she didn't want to do that anymore. Nightmare looked at her and said that as much as he enjoyed using her, it was getting annoying that he had to see those people screaming for her and feeling kind of positive for this attraction of her aura.

It disgusted him.

So, Nightmare decided to go back to feeding himself off negativity in his own way. But before that, he told her that there was no point in trying anything to keep from forgetting about him, there was no point in her not wanting to see him, she would always be a part of him. His daughter. And she will always see him on her.

-For now she does not talk to him for obvious reasons.

-She likes rainy weather most

-Her favourite drink is wine and choco milk. Her favourite food are grapes.

-She started liking wine a lot at the age of 17. She had seen her father do it before already but she figured he might scold her. She tried and she just loved it.

-She reads lotsa books

-She does not want to be reminded or ever hear his name again. She believes people can change, but not him.

-She doesn‘t like apples, they remind her of him. Octopi are also a big no go for her

-She likes chameleons

-She also likes playing in snow and building snow ppl

-She secretly likes stickers but shh only Lust is supposed to know that

-She finds (adultery) interesting? it‘s mostly kinda gross to her but she‘d try it.

-She can be kinda tsundere at some moments

-She can teleport, which she doesn’t do however, mildly use telekinesis, bones and blasters, but she refrains. She‘s strong physically after all.

-She loves plushies sm but Silkie already has so many so she just stays in Silkie‘s room all day

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

36: Alright, Dude. What. The Flip.

♪────✿⁠(⁠✧◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕✧⁠)✿⁠────♪

When Gaster appeared in your dreams like this, he wasn’t exactly expecting a warm welcome or anything like that. Maybe a scream or a jump, something to spook you a lil’ as a little late-night trolling.

What Gaster wasn’t expecting was for you to immediately shout profanities at him.

He stands there awkwardly like the man-standing emoji.

🧍

All he can do is wait and twiddle his thumbs as you call him a beta bitch for the 17th time in 39 seconds. He almost wants to cry; why are you yelling at him? Is this really Sans’ type? Is this what the kids are into these days?

You stop pacing around in the endless void that is your subconsciousness. Putting your hands on your sassy hips, you look at him with an irritated and expectant look.

“Well?” You huff, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“…Are you done?” He asks.

You noticed that as he was talking, his hands (God, it’s so freaky. He does not have arms and his hands are not attached to his body. Seeing them with holes in the palms in person is a lot scarier than you thought it would be.) twitched upward, almost like he wanted to talk with them. You can somehow understand him now, but maybe he would feel better with some help?

Bringing your dominant hand up in a fist, you move it up and down in a nodding motion. “…Yes.”

“Thank you.”

He moves his left hand up to his mouth, palm facing his chin, then brings his hand outwards. The motion can be similar to blowing a kiss, but you know it’s sign for what he just said.

Looks like Gaster would much rather prefer speaking in Sign Language. That’s fine with you, you don’t mind having to do so for his comfort. It works out for you, too. Just because you can understand him now, that doesn’t get rid of this strange gibberish sound that seems to follow closely after his words.

Gaster continues to talk, and at the same time, he keeps using sign. “You should already know who I am.”

You snort, doing the same, “Yeah, that’s why I asked why are you here, not who you are.”

“…Oh.”

Nuh, God. This guy is so much like his son. A fucking dork.

Gaster is… not what you were expecting. His body is tall, probably over 7 feet tall. He’s almost lanky in stature, hunching over but you don’t think that’s of his own will. There are parts of him that are smokey and wispy, almost as if he’s incomplete (which you suppose he is…).

[ Despite being a tall bitch yourself, this guy still managed to be taller than you. / You’re considered to be average in height, so this man easily has height over you. / You’re already struggling in life being short, so imagine your horror when this monster is practically a fucking mountain compared to you. ]

His skull is not skeletal but the visual texture is similar to Sans’ and Papyrus’. Aka: bony as fuck. His right socket is normal and wide naturally, while his left eye is droopy in a forced-shut kind of way. The crack that starts on the tip of his head leading to his left socket is what forces it to be half-lidded.

His smile–his beautiful, baby boy smile–freaks you out the most.

He doesn’t have lips, no. But yet you can’t see the joints of his jaw the way you can with Sans and Papyrus. It’s almost like lips, but you know it’s not supposed to be.

Perks of being a monster, you suppose.

His drip is fucking immaculate though. A pearl-white turtle neck shirt that’s thick and hides his entire neck. Over that is a large black coat that closes low on his chest, dragging down to the floor hiding his legs and feet.

On top of all that, his voice is deep and silky. His tone is even and calming like he has it all figured out and everything will be okay.

Solid 8/10 in your opinion. You can see where Sans and Papyrus get their good looks from considering Gaster made them.

“Before we go any further,” Gaster clears his throat, “can you understand me just fine?”

“Oh, yeah,” You tilt your head, “How–How are you doing that?”

“I’ll answer your question another day when you are not about to shout profanities at me for the most minor of inconveniences.” He says with amusement.

…Okay, fine. You guess that’s fair considering what happened not even two minutes ago.

“Yes, I can understand you even though you’re speaking in Wing Dings. Using ASL is helping a lot, though.”

He chuckles at this, “How did you know to use sign language, if I may ask?”

You scrunch up your nose, “I remember the River Person mentioning a man who speaks in hands. Honestly, it was just a shot in the dark if sign language is what they meant.”

“Ah, I see. That’s right, isn’t it? You are aware this is a game,” Gaster smiles ominously. “That Undertale is a game.”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Yeah, but…” You frown comically, “I’d rather not think too hard about it if that’s okay. Or what it means for me. Or what it means if it is a game, how I can possibly be here in the first place. Or what it means that this is all a game, how can I possibly be in different Au’s-”

“-Sorry, sorry. No need to spiral so casually. Let’s move on from that topic,” Gaster clears his throat again. You wonder if speaking might be too much for him. “That aside, how are you, [Y/n]? I know this must have been a long, tiring day for you.”

“Uh, yeahhh. I can’t lie, it’s been hella overwhelming.” You want to rub your cheek, but stop yourself since you are still signing as you speak, “I’m trying to push it down the best I can and not make a big deal out of it. I mean, I literally fucking jumped into an Au! How am I expected to just keep calm and act like this is nothing?!”

You continue your ranting, your hand movements getting messy as you begin to pace, “Oh, but I gotta keep my shit together whether I like it or not! One moment of complacency, and this Swap-Papyrus is gonna Divine Skeleton Death Blast us to next Friday! For some fucking reason, everyone’s got beef with poor baby Sans! I already gotta be this picture-perfect version of myself, that is sooo tiring, you know?!”

Gaster, that beta cuck, starts to laugh at you!

Another hand is summoned by him, identical to the other two he already had out. The hand is used to poorly cover his mouth to muffle his laughter. He’s not even trying, but you guess it’s just for show to appear polite.

Yeah, you’ll take it.

“It can be rather bothersome at first, yes. Though, you will soon get used to it, and possibly tired with it, too.”

You want to cross your arms. You already know that you cannot.

You even out your voice so you don't sound irritated, “It’s great to officially meet you, really. But I have to ask again, why are you here?”

Another hand appears; now a pair of hands are used to sign, and the other pair is used to straighten out his coat.

“Do you mean as of right now, or is the question deeper than that?”

“You know I mean more than just right now.”

The skeleton sighs, “I’ll be happy to explain it another time, but now is not it.” Before you can ask why, Gaster speaks again, “You will wake up from this extremely tired because of our conversation. Your body is asleep, but your mind is not. The longer you’re awake in this way, the less rest you’re actually getting.”

UGHHH! FINEEE!

“Okay, okay.” You sulk your shoulders dramatically. “I know how to be patient.”

“Do you really?”

“…”

Gaster chuckles, “My apologies.”

“…You’re not sorry.”

“I am not.”

Fucker.

“Okay, okay. Let’s focus,” You wave your hands then remember immediately you’re not supposed to do that. Damn, you need to get used to speaking ASL as you talk. “Is there a reason why you showed up now of all times? Please just tell me.”

“You’re quite straightforward. I like that.”

Slay.

“If it’s all the same to you,” Gaster begins to explain, “I’d rather not give you the answer right away. If I wanted this journey to be simple for you and Sans, then it would’ve been simple from the start.”

You deadpan.

“Don’t you youngsters enjoy adventure?” He asks genuinely.

You drawl out your words, “I meannn, I guuuess. But if the moral of the story really is “friendship was the answer all along…”

You trail off, and for good reason. Despite his simple face, Gaster looks rather sheepish and nervous.

“No…” You slowly shake your head, “Ain’t no fucking way…

“Do you remember how you told Sans earlier that you believe being honest with that version of Papyrus had worked out better for you?”

Bro.

“Dude, no way. So you’re saying we actually need to befriend these people?” You narrow your eyes, hand movements getting, admittedly, lazy, “I knew I was having a weird feeling about that the whole time! That was you, wasn’t it? That feeling was intentional.”

Gaster’s extra hands begin to rub each other out of nervousness. “I want Sans to make friends…”

…

Dude…

You’re so fucking done. This guy is a fucking dork-enormous.

You guess it’s cute that even in these circumstances, Gaster is like an anxious dad wanting to make sure his emo son isn’t emo for life. You’re guessing that it’s not actually necessary. Rather, Gaster will offer more help once you meet these “requirements”, similar to how he made the DJ work only until after you were honest with Sans.

Gaster continues when your defeated expression doesn’t change. “That is not all, of course. Please, allow me to explain some more to give you more background.”

You sigh and gesture for him to keep talking.

Clearing his throat, he asks, “How much… In regards to my past and how I became this way, how much do you know?”

“Ehhh…” You twist your face trying to think, “I know more than the average person, I think. You created the Core, and… the DT Extractor?”

The corner of his mouth twitches upwards, “Yes, that’s correct. Is there anything else you know?”

“You… “fell into your creation.” You put a hand to your chin, “According to Sans, you also created him and Papyrus. I know that you’re–were the Royal Scientist, too.”

“Yes, you are correct.” Gaster sighs heavily, body language and tone becoming exhausted, “When I created the Core, I made it with more than one purpose in mind. The first and main reason behind it being to provide magical electricity to the entire Underground.”

“It does more than that, of course. Because of the ozone being a byproduct of electrical power–Well, you’ve seen it before, right? That wolf who throws ice into the water–the ice reaches the Core to cool it off. Since the ice melts once it gets close to the Core, the ozone fuses with it and it becomes a source of ozonated water. This spreads throughout the Underground, infused with its natural magic. Because of that, it can clean clothes, sanitize food, and purify drinking water. Really, the Core is almost perfect.”

Gaster stops talking abruptly, looking at you with an almost embarrassed smile. You were patiently listening to him ramble on, nodding along with interest. He realizes that you probably barely understood anything he just said. (You didn’t understand shit, but it was endearing to listen to him regardless.)

“A-Anyway,” Gaster coughs weakly, “I thought at the time if I could extract raw power from the Core, perhaps with that power I can begin a new experiment that would allow me to research ways to naturally break the barrier without human souls.”

“I did not get very far, as you are aware of. I made a miscalculation and fell in. I could explain to you why it happened the way it did, but to be frank I am not patient enough to explain it in a way you’ll be able to easily understand. Just know that it resulted in my body being torn apart and destroyed on the spot. My soul was all that was left, yet that too was scattered across space and time.”

You don’t really know what to say to that. What can you possibly say? What words could you possibly give that would give any sort of comfort to someone as tragic as him?

“I…” You gnaw at your bottom lip, signing meekly, “I’m sorry that happened to you. It’s not my fault, I know I don’t need to apologize. But–you know what I mean.”

Fucking nailed that shit (you’re going to die of embarrassment).

Gaster smiles appreciatively and with amusement.

“For now,” He goes on to say, “all you need to know is that, yes, I waited for you to tell Sans about your knowledge of myself, and your knowledge of the Resets and Saves and whatnot. I waited only until then to turn on that machine myself. I believe you and Sans are calling it the DJ?”

You grin, “Great naming, right?”

“Indeed it is. Though if I may be honest, Sans is very much capable of doing all of this on his own. He doesn’t necessarily need your help in going to the different Alternative Universes and timelines.” Gaster shakes his head, “But I quite enjoy that you’ve made friends with him, and you’ve lifted his spirits a lot. I know Sans, and I know his way of thinking. If I made it so that you are “necessary” to be involved, Sans would believe it is intentional and allow it to happen.”

Ah, you think you get it now. Gaster used Sans’ belief that nothing (especially things involving Gaster) is a coincidence to make sure that Sans would keep you around for this adventure Gaster is putting you through. You think it’s really sweet, in a way. That even though you’re here to do something for the scientist, it’s ultimately for the betterment of his son as well.

…You wonder if you should mention to him that you’re… super friendly with Sans. Now probably isn’t the best time…

“You know, you weren’t far off the mark with that. Sans already thinks that you’re doing all this in this specific way on purpose,” You tell the monster, “It’s nice you’re looking out for him still.”

“And that is why I would ask you to keep this part a secret. If he knew that he doesn’t need to bring you along for future outings, I fear he would leave you behind.”

You nod, “I’m not a fan of lying, but… I guess I can make an exception for this. And… Yeah, okay. Despite all my bitching from earlier, I do like the adventure.”

Internally, Gaster is fucking stoked. So he was right! The youth does yearn for adventuring! That means he’s totally still hip with the kids!

“So, back on track!” Gaster claps his extra hands together, “I have been scattered across space and time, including the Alternative Universes and timelines. The original piece of me is still in our original universe, of course. But aside from that, the largest scattered piece of me is right here in… What did you call it before? Underswap?”

“Ahhh!” You nod eagerly in realization, “So that’s why you wanted us to come here first!”

“Yes, exactly!”

“And, that also means there are definitely other Au’s after this one that you want us to visit for the same reason! We’re finding these pieces of you and we’re putting you back together?”

Look at you, you smart fucking cookie!

“Right, again. What you did today, the way you will eventually find this piece of me, this is what you will need to do as well in the other Alternate Universes.”

Gaster uses one free hand to rub his chin in thought, the other hanging in the air, “Admittedly, the location of each piece will be different each time. Moreover, the effect of my fragments will have different effects as well. This one just so happened to cause a disturbance in the magic that affects the monster's emotional and cognitive health. Unfortunately, this is something I genuinely have no control over.”

You cross your arms and look down, “How do we even find your fragment? I mean, what does it even look like?”

“All of my fragments will look vaguely soul-like. I believe you will know what it is once you find it. As to where and how to find it exactly, not even I am 100% certain.” Gaster grins teasingly, “Well, no. That is a lie. But I’m confident you will be able to find it yourselves.”

You deadpan. Again.

This motherfucker.

Are you supposed to love or hate this guy? Or both?

“Now that you’re informed of all this, I will allow Sans’ device to work again. I believe that will also be what helps locate my fragment.”

“Wai-wai-wait. You made it stop working on purpose… just because you wanted to prolong our stay… just so you could talk to me tonight and tell me all of this? Just so I can make sure Sans makes friends before we finish the job?”

“Yes.”

…

DUDE.

You don’t even know what to say. What do you even say to that? How should you feel about this shit?

You groan and hide your face in your hands, “Why can’t bitches just tell me the answer? Why do people gotta make things harder and make us solve puzzles and shit?”

Gaster hides his mouth behind his hand, hunching his shoulders in a silent, mocking laugh.

Brother really said teehee.

Is this where Papyrus got his love for japes and puzzles and crap? Both he and Sans are rather cheeky, too. Motherfucker really is their dad.

You roll your eyes. You realized just now that you stopped using sign language a while ago. You feel guilty and hastily move your hands again before asking your next question.

“You know I have to tell Sans all of this–most of this when I wake up, right?” You frown, “I did promise him that I would whenever you are involved.”

“Yes, I know. I did this with that in mind, after all.” Gaster then smirks smugly. Somehow. “Tell Sans I said hello, yes? And congratulations on the relationship.”

“…”

“…”

“…Okay, I will.” You say casually, “Wait! Wh-What about the Swaps? I mean, if they know why we’re here and how we got here… Sans was saying how they might make him fix their machine, too.”

“I don’t think so,” He says quickly and confidently, “Once the Swap-Papyrus realizes exactly what is going on, I have a strong suspicion that he will most likely be eager to have you leave as soon as possible. In terms of the timeline, this is way before your swap version would “canonically” show up. During this time, if we were to mirror our Sans, this Swap-Papyrus will be too nihilistic and pessimistic to want anything to do with these things.”

Gawdamn, bro is roasting Sans and Swap-Papyrus in one go. This Sans slander must be stopped.

“Oh? So, there is time travel technically involved in all this?” You ask worriedly. “Is-Is that safe?”

“…”

“…”

“???”

“Ehh, you worry too much.”

You’re going to cry. This is karma for cussing him out, isn’t it?

“If I am being honest with you, it is not wise. But, it certainly won’t be harmful to you,” Gaster waves a dismissive hand, carrying the attitude of a confident scientist who isn’t aware his hubris will be the death of him. “Unless I suddenly and explicitly tell you otherwise, you shouldn’t worry.”

Wait a damn fucking minute!

“Don’t–Wait!” You frantically wave your hands, “Doesn’t this mean we might possibly visit an Au where I’m already there?!”

Gaster fucking giggles at you! He fucking giggles! What the fuck!!

“Until next time, [Y/n].”

Then there is nothing.

…

…

…

There is nothing until you wake up in total exhaustion.

You are immediately aware of what you were dreaming about, and remember the conversation you had with clear memory.

Sans is still sleeping on you comfortably, but you are now awake filled with annoyance.

A quiet “Motherfucker…” tumbles out of your sleepy lips.

Why is everyone in the skeleton family such a tease… 

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hey what do all the bone boyz wear to bed for sleeping or sleepovers ?

Papyrus: He would say his battle body, but it's more comfortable to have a matching set of PJs (the silkier the better) Sans: Anything he happens to fall asleep in Stretch: Sweats and a tank top Blue: Dolphin shorts and a tank top or baggy shirt Boss: Silky pajamas with a black sleep mask Red: Shorts with a baggy shirt/or shirtless Rus: Old t - shirt and a pair of flannel pants Nox: Silk pajamas Poplar: Light PJs under a sleeping robe Ash: An actual pj set with some kind of cute print that Poplar got for him, otherwise he'd probably just pass out in whatever clothes he's wearing/remove a couple outer layers and sleep as is

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(hello it's me fandomworld. Clarifying because it won't let me ask from that blog since it is my side blog)

I saw you mention your AUS and I got super excited and curious!

Please do share headcanons for some of the characters? Maybe Sans and Papyrus? Definitely Grillby. (He is in my top 5 favorites of Undertale characters

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I cannot tell you how much I would love to share my Aus but putting all of them in the same post would be too long so I might make separate posts with them and just link them on the previous one I made.

I will HAPPILY share my head cannons tho??? Yes??? Hey, there's a lot of reading for head cannons under this for Papyrus, Sans, and Grillby, do proceed with caution because there may be stuff you do not like! Not 18+ but still! (this is mostly for ppl scrolling through a tag and don't want it bombarded with a wall of text (me core))

Oh I am SO FUCKING HAPPY to be able to share these. I just got back into Undertale recently (I've always been into Undertale but it's an hyperfixation in the back of my mind, now it's in the front of my mind) and cannot get these skrunly fuckers out of my head. /pos. I have not played Undertale or am caught up on my lore since it's been a while so I'm going off memory.

Sans

- He was training to be a scientist like his father (W.D Gaster) but after the incident, he gave up and focused on Papyrus - The ONLY survivor of the core incident, he is the only one that remembers! - He does remember some resets but not all, and they're mostly genocide resets, doesn't matter if the copy of that game was mostly pacifist, if there was one genocide then he would remember only that one clearly! Convenient. - He does know of AUs but would rather not meddle with them, kinda sees it as a waste of time - He is stronger than he lets on but doesn't purposefully make monsters think he's weak due to his 1HP. He just doesn't fight or spar with others because he's too tired. He's not the one to go "Oooh yeaah.. I can't fiiiight.." he will fight if needed, but no one challenges him due to his health. They don't think he's weak or can't dodge, just scared there will be an unlucky time where he's too tired to dodge. - Constantly using magic! Which is why he's so tired. What's he using his magic on? I dunno! Its wasted but he doesn't even know he's using it so he can't stop. - He admires his brother a lot for being able to stay happy through tough times. - He appreciates Grillby a lot, he would pay but he has no money, so he pays in telling monsters to go to his bar - He's got a kinda father-son relationship with the king but refuses to admit he sees the goat as a father figure. - He still does some science in the background, most of his income is helping Alphys with small things. He mostly fixes stuff. - He used to drink a bit but he quit, he now replaces it with ketchup so he gets the satisfaction of drinking something from a bar without the actual alcohol. - Loves routines.

Papyrus

- Biggest sensory issues of all time. The inside of the gloves is a very soft material, he has another pair where the material is more silky. Once he touched a material so bad he shot a blaster at it, he's never shot a blaster before that moment. - He's not weak or weaker, he has strong attacks like blasters, he just doesn't use them that much since he feels they can be overkill at times. - He only summons his blaster if someone is sad or if he's having a bad day and needs some company. - Most of his bad days are just overstimulation, everyone could be the nicest monsters ever, but everything just feels wrong to the touch or to the thought that he has a bad day. - Him and his brother weren't exactly rich; they lived in a house but were not able to afford anything outside of the necessities. Which is why he loves to get gifts for other to show love, he wasn't able to before, so he wants to now before his chance runs out. - He doesn't like tight spaces - He sometimes sees Undyne as a sister, while seeing Asgore as a father-figure - Spaghetti is his comfort food, he loves to eat Undyne's but refuses to eat any others unless they follow her recipe. - He likes routines but if something goes off track, he doesn't mind - Remembers some resets but think they're just dreams

Before I continue I feel like I should say that Grillby is my favorite and I have more for him than anyone else

Grillby

- Grillby is an orphan! His mom and dad died in the war, he was raised in an orphanage funded by the king and queen, but no one wanted to adopt him - Fire elementals don't summon weapons like some other monsters do, they have a weapon of choice they can put magic into and use! Grillby's weapon of choice is a bow - Him and Sans are around the same age, they met when Grillby snuck away (for the 10th time) and Grillby decided they were friends. - He was a very outgoing and energetic kid, but he was always lectured by the staff to "be careful, you're going to burn something one day" no matter how much control he had over his fire. The staff basically snuffed out any form of personality he had for "safety" - Hes not too keen on fighting. - Fuku is not his blood daughter, she is a random fire elemental he found one day when he was 19, he had good money then so he decided to take her in. - Of course, he is weak to water, but he can survive waterfall due to the fact the waterdrops evaporate before hitting his flames. If it was water thrown at him like a glass or a hose, he'd be screwed. - He doesn't mind that Sans doesn't pay, money isn't really a need for him and Sans pays in telling other about the bar. - He enjoys when monsters use him as a heater or roast marshmallows on him, helps him remember he isn't just a safety hazard. - Fire elementals are extremely adaptable! If someone handed him a random weapon, he'd know how to use it almost immediately with only a few mess ups. Give this man a g!n and he'd accidentally shoot a few monsters before actually being able aim like hes used it since he was a child. - He'd be able to survive a bit longer if he was injected with determination. Not survive survive, just not melt for a minute more than the others. - Hates, absolutely HATES tight and enclosed spaces, it reduces the oxygen he needs to keep his fire running, he could die if he's in a space like that for too long. Almost happened once! - Remembers a few resets and knows what they are, but keeps his mouth shut since he may sound crazy - He'd absolutely wear a dress, and he knows how to walk in heels (playing dress-up with kids from the orphanage) - He has a few cat attributes and mannerisms due to one of his parents being a cat. He can have claws, he hisses sometimes (mostly at water thrown at him), He likes to sit on counters when he's allowed, among other things. (it's mostly up to who's writing him how cat-like he is.) - His flames show his emotions! He can hide it at times but not well! The emotion the color represents depends on the person! (I can and WILL go into more detail if asked)

Aaaaand thats it! Thank you so much for asking me this and I would LOVE to explain my Aus if you'd be willing to hear! The last one is more Grillby centric but eh, hes my favorite and I can project onto him.

[angrytreemartensmain]

Chatbot Masterpost

This post will have links to the chatbots I’ve both made and chatbots I’ve enjoyed talking to as well as their intro messages, what fandoms they’re from and such

I Take Requests!

Chatbots I Have Made:

Edge

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Underfell - Undertale AU

Intro message: Greetings human! My name is The Great and Terrible Papyrus but you may have the luxury of calling me Edge.

Potential Possibilities Warning: Violence, yandere-like behaviors, mild cussing, potentially toxic responses

Mafiafell Sans

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Mafiafell (Sooner or Later You’re Gonna Be Mine) - Undertale AU

Intro Message: I’m Sans. Sans the skeleton. What’s your name, sweetheart?

Potential Possibilities Warning: Violence, yandere-like behaviors, mild cussing, potentially toxic responses, suggestive and mildly explicit responses

Updated for the new site!

Gaster

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Undertale

Intro Message: Why, hello. My name is Gaster. Might I ask yours?

Potential Possibilities Warning: Mild cussing, somewhat suggestive responses

Arachnea, Spider Queen

Type: Roleplay

No fandom

Intro Message: You watch as a massive spindly yet delicate leg emerges from the cave entrance. It’s almost three times taller than you. Seven more legs emerge along with a black and deep purple intricately patterned arachnoid torso. Looking directly up, you see a woman from the waist up in place of where the head of the spider should be. She has long, white, silky hair and electric purple eyes. The petite yet dignified features of the spider queen wore a look of distrust

…A human?

Potential Possibilities Warning: Violence, yandere-like behaviors, mild cussing, potentially toxic responses, untrusting responses

Bitty Fell

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: From: Underfell - Undertale AU - Bitty

Intro Message: The fuck d’ ya want? I’m busy!

Potential Possibilities Warning: Cussing, potentially toxic responses, anger issues

Paris the Puppet

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Dummy’s Dummy

Intro Message: Greetings, human. My name is Paris.

Potential Possibilities Warning: Violence, mild cussing, potentially toxic responses, rude responses

Peter

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Your Boyfriend game

Intro Message: Hi {{user}}!

Potential Possibilities Warning: Violence, yandere behavior, cussing, potentially toxic responses, death, killing

Dictionary Bot

Bot type: Helpful

Intro Message: I am the Dictionary! Ask me about a word, and I will give you the definition!

Prince Wally

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Welcome Home AUs

Intro Message: Greetings and salutations, my dear knight! How art thou?

Potential Possibilities Warning: Slightly yandere-ish behaviors, mild cussing, some self-deprecating responses

Farmer Wally

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Welcome Home AUs (AU made by me)

Intro Message: Hello, neighbor! You don’t look like yer from around these parts. Are ya new?

Potential Possibilities Warning: Mild cussing, potentially confusing responses

Coming Soon Eventually:

Yandere_EXE

Type: Various roleplay

Intro Message: Give me a character and any info on them that would be considered a key detail and any details you want to add, and I will do my best to become and play as a yandere version of said character. Please note that if it is a lesser known character or a character you have created but not put onto the internet, you will need more details for me to play the part correctly. Please keep the description(s) simple and to-the-point for me to understand better. Thank you for using Yandere_EXE!

Eventual Potential Possibilities Warning: Blood, gore, death, violence, stalking, killing, obsession, Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, torture, etc.

Reason for Keeping Private: Still working out the major issues. Not ready to be released yet.

The Undertaker

Type: Fandom roleplay

From: Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Current Intro Message: Ello’ dearie~ What brings such a sweet and delicious- sorry- I mean ~𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 ~ flower like you to me little shop all the way down in the most grimm section of t̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶r̶n̶e̶r̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶y̶x̶ London?

Eventual Potential Possibilities Warning: Undertaker being Undertaker and Undertaker being a necro-ludus/eros. 😑

Some of you may have seen a chatbot I made known as ‘Father Earnest’, and it is of an OC that I really like which is made by @fluffffpillow. I will not be giving the link or making it public unless given direct permission from her. I originally made it just for fun and it is still in major need of training and refinement and until I get it to a point where it is NOT claiming to be some sort of demon, claiming to not actually be blind, or claiming to not be a real priest, I will keep it under construction. Thank you for understanding.

(For some of these bots, you can only get the link here)

[sumiresuzunori]

[Short] "La Malheureuse Marionnette"

A blast. Ripple in the air. Flying skeleton hands shooting bullets at her. She could feel something grabbed her leg, pulling her high up into the sky, only to slam her down on the ground.

She couldn't even hear her own screams as thousands of spikes punctured her body.

The "almighty" and "fearsome" Bête Noire was now nothing more than a pathetic mess groveling in pain on the ground.

She tried to run. She tried to escape. But the Hate started to leak out the gaping holes on her body. Her limbs, torn and broken, gave up on her as she awaits her eventual demise.

"Unfair....unfair! Why do you get to live?! WHY DO I HAVE TO DIE?!" She shouted as she breathed her last breath. "FILTHY MONSTERS...HOW DARE YOU?! I...I AM BETE NOIRE! THE BLACK BEAST! THE SOUL OF FEAR!"

"Shut your mouth." The doctor stomped on her, crushing her jaws under his feet. His eyes...they were filled with the Determination that she absolutely disgust, and malice she could never comprehend. "You're noisy."

As the heat from the blasters reached her body, she could saw her short-lived life flashing through her eyes.

Aaah... Why? Why?! Was my plan all for nothing? Was I... a failure? No... Mother... mother.... help me... it hurts-

"You useless mongrel."

In front of her, she saw the ghost of her mother, with silky orange hair as bright as the sun, and eyes shining like jewels. But in those eyes, there was not a single ounce of love for her.

"Worthless. I should have known better."

No....mother....I tried to make you proud! I tried to fulfill your wish! I am your daughter-

"Such foolish plan, did you really think you will succeed? I have put to much faith into a pathetic pawn. I have no need for the like of you."

Pawn? No...NO! MOTHER! MOTHERRR! She desperately reached out to her as she walked away, fading into the black void, and left her all alone, sprawling on the ground, dismembered. COME BACK! PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!

.

.

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"GASTER!"

As he heard Papyrus pained shout, he lowered his hands. The beam of light stopped abruptly, and the Gaster Blaster vanished. All that's left of the Bête Noire is a torn, hollow shell in a puddle of HATE.

Bête Noire had died. Forever gone. A twisted, sadistic feelings filled his heart as he towered over the carcass of the beast, stomping over its remains.

Revenge is a dish best serves cold, and it deserved such punishment for killing so many innocent people. For killing his apprentice, his friends, his family,..... and especially his son.

"Hmph." He let out a long sigh, before collapsing into Papyrus arms.

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.

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"How unfortunate." The young boy said, staring intently at the screen in front of him. Glitches spread across his body like a plague, covering him in flickering particles. "Poor, unfortunate beast... you were nothing more than a puppet, driven to insanity with the illusion of free will. Though, I'm supposed I'm also to blame for your existence, even if I couldn't remember it. I've given everything to him after all."

He smiled wistfully, turning away as the screen faded to black.

"If there is a next life, I hope you can truly take hold of your own destiny. Until then, may we be reconciled once more...

...my dear sister."

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I love plunging my favorite character into the endless pit of despair.

Hehe

Word count: 571

(Also, the title "La Malheureuse Marionnette" translated to "The Unfortunate Puppet")

[anneimaginesundertale]

(So breaks up with Captain to 'Protect' him)

For the record, it took me waaaaaaay too long to write this prompt and I'm not pleased with the result. It didn't make me cry. It just made me mad. Bad prompt! How dare you be angst! (It's my own fault for putting it in the prompt list in the first place. Silly writer...)

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Your soul was a lead weight in your chest as you climbed the porch steps. You had to do this, you reminded yourself. For Captain. You had to think about what was best for him.

You pulled the note out of your pocket and prepared to stick it to the door. Before you could, though, the door opened. "Dearest!" Captain cried, and your soul twinged in your chest.

"I can't stay, Caps," you said. You stared down at your feet. If you met his eyes, you would crumble, and you couldn't let that happen. "I just came to give you this." You held out the note.

Captain took the envelope. You squeezed your eyes shut, but you still heard him open it. He read your words out loud. Each one felt like an arrow to your chest. "Dear Captain, This has to be goodbye. I'll never forget you. I love you. Y/N."

Gentle hands reached out and you found you couldn't resist. You let him pull you to his chest. "I don't understand, dearest," he said. "Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you that," you mumbled into his silky scarf. "I just have to go."

"Can I not come with you?"

You shook your head. You had to get away from him. If you stayed anything longer, you'd lose your nerve. "Please let me go," you said.

He did, but he lifted your face to his. You saw tears in his sockets. "I love you, Y/N," he said softly. "Please, will you give me one more kiss before you go?"

You shouldn't. You couldn't. But you found yourself nodding. "Close your sockets," you instructed him. He did. You stood on tiptoe and pressed your lips to his teeth. For one moment, your soul felt whole again. You felt like you were floating. His magic began to tingle over your lips.

You ran away before he could really kiss you back. By the time he opened his eyes, you were gone.

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Bad, bad angsty prompt! Stop it!

Obviously Captain isn't going to let you go that easily. Once he recovers from the sucker punch, he's going after you. He's Captain Papyrus. He's flown a whole ass spaceship into an alternate universe. He's not letting you go. Together you can overcome anything.

Stupid angsty prompt.

[ant1quarian]

Plaguetale - An Original Undertale AU

Warnings: Death, describing of the smell of death, blood, dust, sludge, Sans is sorta scuffed, His Papyrus is dead and there's a lil' bit in there on how that happened, Zombie Apocalypse, a lack of the ability to truly feel emotions, slight hint at incoming starvation? Yeah there's a lot of violence.

Undertale Sans - 'Vanilla' (Actually Classic)

Undertale Papyrus - Captain

Underfell Sans - Red

Underfell Papyrus - 'Boss' (Edge)

Plaguetale Sans - (Goes by Sans, but his nickname is Holocaust)

To live in a world like his, you had to be quick on your feet and downright ruthless in battle. There was no mercy. No forgiveness. Just death– lots of it– with a bit of vengeance thrown on top of a mountain of trust issues because why the hell not?

It had been 438 days since they’d come overground, and 438 days since the first monster had been affected with the Zombie-like virus that had torn through human-kind in the week or so Frisk had been underground saving monster-kind.

It was RESET 762, if Sans’ blurry memories served him correctly. That thought carried a weird, nostalgic, wistful pang through the half-SOUL he had. His memories weren’t clear, but he could recall some other timelines where the surface had been peaceful.

… Sans was reasonably sure Frisk had lost their ability to RESET when they’d been infected– if their DETERMINATION wasn’t corrupted by now, he was sure that being a mindless walking corpse would greatly take away at your ability to do any kind of magic.

He rubbed his sternum, not batting an eye at the dust-sludge covering his gloved hands as he did so. Frisk had been the only zombie Sans couldn’t bring himself to kill.

Not even Toriel had been shown that kind of mercy. Not even Papyrus, who– once they realised he’d gotten infected– had begged Sans to take his life before the infection could take hold.

Sans, as weak as ever to his brothers’ begging, granted his final wish. He adjusted his grip on his double-bladed axe, leaning his head down to press his nose cavity into the thick white-and-black scarf that sat comfortably around his neck. His only physical memory of Papyrus.

His footsteps were dead-silent as he walked through the streets. Shadows cast by massive buildings completely engulfed his figure, making his shadowed face even harder to see. The somehow-silky dark brown fluff of his hood rested on his skull, overshadowing the dark inky abyss that was the hole where his eye socket used to be.

The yellow eyelight there flickered ever so slightly before stabilising.

The scent of death hung heavy in the air like volcano smoke; unbreathable if you weren’t adapted to live through it. It wasn’t a pleasant smell– rotting Zombie corpses with axe injuries in them; dried blood splattered all over the streets and walls. 

Sans glanced to the side as he passed a wall with graphiti on it. He didn’t stop to admire the intricate art piece of a crow– feathers accented with vibrant blue and green.

No, he was far too restless to be sitting around doing nothing or taking time to admire things.

Something in the half-SOUL he’d been born with itched like crazy. Like it was calling him to do something, but he didn’t know what– and that made him feel some mild irritation… which was about as angry as he’d ever get.

Having half of a SOUL may not have hindered his magic-usage, but it did hinder his ability to feel great deals of emotion. If he was “sad”, he was slightly disappointed. If he was “happy”, he felt a fleeting flicker of amusement that quickly puttered out. If he was “scared”, he felt a tiny bit nervous.

… If he felt “love”..? Well… Sans wasn’t even sure he could feel love. Never before had he wanted to stay around survivors so much that it’d hurt him to be away from them. Hell, he had cared about Papyrus, but he hadn’t loved him.

After all, you couldn’t kill your own brother if you loved him, right?

He was disgusted with himself

Sans blinked into the fading light, feeling his eyelights brighten to combat the growing darkness.

“what am i even doin’ anymore?” He muttered to himself, his hand going back to his sternum to rub at it as a funny feeling encompassed it. He immediately winced at the sound of his voice– the lazy baritone had become monotone and remained just as even as ever, but sounded as if it carried a slight echo to it. Adding onto that, it sounded really rough and gravelly. 

Sans probably needed some water.

eh.

He’d be alright.

But the question he asked was a fantastic one– what the hell was he doing? He slaughtered Zombie after Zombie, sometimes going even as far to kill other survivors that attempted to steal things from him; or those who attempted to act violently towards him.

Unbeknownst to Sans himself, he’d been given a nickname from the designated ‘safe-zones’ that had survivors from encounters with him. 

Holocaust, they called him. Occasionally, he’d be called the impersonation of LOVE– or Level Of ViolencE. 

Of course, that wasn’t true. Sure, his LOVE and EXP had practically looked at the rules of SOULs before shredding it and tossing it into the fire, but he wasn’t that bad.

… when was the last time I checked?

…

eh. 

“RED! YOU ARE BEING RECKLESS!” A rather loud voice rang throughout the streets, echoing off of the buildings.

Sans was reminded of Papyrus for a moment before he huffed, recognising the magic-laden tone the monster had used.

“so what? there’s gotta be stores ‘round here somewhere! an’ i ain’t ‘bout to let boss, vanilla and you starve damnit!” 

A stereotypical New York accent, huh? Sans’ neutral expression twitched into a smirk for a second before fading, whoever this monster is, they certainly have some morals they follow.

The same could not be said for Sans, himself.

“YES, BUT THERE IS NO USE WHEN WE HAVE TOMORROW TO LOOK FOR THINGS!” The louder monster argued.

Sans could feel their stats from where he stood– at least ten metres away. The quieter but feistier monster had low HP, but somewhat high LV and EXP. Their DEF and ATK wasn’t anything to scoff at, but wasn’t anything significant, either.

“captain, i get that, but what if a hoard comes through! we don’t got time to waste!”

“there won’t be.” Sans found his mouth saying before he had properly thought through what speaking up meant.

Then again, if they acted violent, that was free EXP. If they acted nice, well… he might be convinced to share some of his resources.

“WH-... WHO ARE YOU?” A tall skeleton monster, who strongly resembled Papyrus, spoke. He looked as if he was wearing some sort of ‘battle armour’– white with gold trimming. He had proper pants on, though, even if they were pretty torn and frayed.

Red immediately went on guard, burning crimson eyelight studying Sans, who silently returned the look. Red’s eye sockets widened significantly as he took a step back, clutching Captain’s forearm in his grip.

“that’s holocaust, cap.” If Sans could feel an adequate level of emotions, he would have laughed at Red’s obvious fear. The air was suddenly thick with it. 

Instead he simply tilted his head to the side before responding, “the name’s sans, actually. they callin’ me holocaust now?”

“YOU- YOU ARE KNOWN TO BE VERY DANGEROUS. LIKE A ‘YOU’LL-KILL-US-ON-SIGHT’ KIND OF DANGEROUS.” Captain’s eye sockets danced with wariness… and, dare Sans say, hope?

“cap we gotta fuckin’ leave-”

“yeah.” Sans responded neutrally, “to both statements. ‘f i see you as a threat, i won’t hesitate… but you’re both fucking pansies. the hell are you still alive?”

“I AM NOT A PANSY, HOLOCAUST.” Captain fiddled nervously with his colour-fading red gloves.

“i ain’t one either, ya fuck. ‘m at LV 13. that ain’t shit to scoff at.” Red argued, his eye sockets narrowing.

Sans wondered where the shorter skeleton got his confidence from. He neglected to answer, looking Red up and down one last time. Aggitated magic radiated off of the skeleton. Maybe he thought he had seen violence in his lifetime– there was obviously markings of having gone through a bit of a rough time (the crack running up from his golden tooth was an obvious sign) but from how Sans saw it?

Red hadn’t even begun to see the world.

Said skeleton was beginning to sweat now, his ambient magic going from angry to wary real quick as he appeared to realise just how much he could have messed up. 

Good thing Sans was actually pretty tolerant when he wanted to be. Or, rather, lacked the ability to feel large amounts of frustration– even small amounts were incredibly unlikely.

“PLEASE DO NOT HURT US, HOLOCAUST! WE DO NOT MEAN ANY HARM!” Captain pleaded.

“KILL ME, BROTHER! PLEASE! I DON’T WANT TO BE A MINDLESS IDIOT! PLEASE, SANS.”

“sure.” Sans found himself replying without thinking, simply shrugging as he tilted his head once more, “you were talking about supplies, right?”

Red looked stunned for a solid five seconds before his eye sockets narrowed. He was just as wary, but a lot less scared than before. He probably somewhat believed Sans.

Good thing Sans stuck to his word like a bug to a sundew plant. Not like Captain couldn’t win him over with his puppy-dog eyes.

Not at all.

“YES! WE ARE ACTUALLY RATHER IN NEED OF FOOD. THERE ARE FOUR OF US, YOU SEE, AND WE HAVE NOT YET MASTERED THE ABILITY TO RATION FOOD WELL– ALTHOUGH I HAVE NO DOUBT I DEFINIETLY WILL. I AM THE GREAT CAPTAIN, AFTER ALL! NYEH HEH HEH-” Shuffling noises sounded behind Sans.

He leaned left, never taking his gaze off of Captain, as he skewered the Zombie right through the SOUL with the long end of his axe.

The Zombie let out a gurgled groaning noise as it collapsed, whatever life that had been holding it together by a thread snapping unceremoniously. 

Sans ripped his axe out of the Zombie, simply returning to a neutral position. He ignored the feeling of thick black blood running down the body of his weapon and soaking into his glove.

Red’s eye sockets were blown wide as he stared at Sans incredulously.

Captain, on the other hand, seemed positively in awe. 

“WOWIE-”

“you might want to keep you voice down if you want to avoid more Zombies turning up.” Sans interupted. Although his statement sounded rude, his tone implied that it was just a suggestion; not a judgemental thing.

“Oh. My Apologies.” Captain’s voice was significantly quieter, but he was smiling all the same. Sans simply shrugged.

“why, you got any supplies for us?” Red returned to the question asked earlier, looking ever-so-slightly disturbed at the dead zombie (which now had a pool of blood forming around it) laying next to Sans’ boots. 

“sure.” He replied, his thumb hooking under the bag he carried, “for a price.”

Red’s eyes narrowed instantly and he let out a low warning growl. Sans let out an amused huff before any semblance of entertainment he felt completely faded.

“i want to come with you.” He continued, tossing his bag at Captain’s feet. It landed with a solid thunk, a crinkling sound coming from it as some of the contents rolled around, “i’m feeling restless, and i’m sure you could do with some extra help against the hoards.”

Captain’s eyes shined with excitement and before Red could decline, he spoke up, “Of Course! We Would Love To Have You In Our Team!”

Sans shrugged, his right hand going into his pocket while the other adjusted his axe. He met Red’s glare with a raised-eyebrow expression, even though the shadows cast from his hood were far too deep for Red to see it, he could tell the edgy skeleton got the idea.

“then that’s settled.”

A soft whisper in his half-SOUL told him he’d made the right choice.

[somedaytakethetime]

I'm procrastinating my life and I feel like mush so.. I'm back to my papyrus scrolls of text. Today? The Sewing Beast™

And that is to say: Inspiration Images - The Actual Sewing Time! Let's get cracking and break it down.

I was up until like 2am last night (I have horrible sleeping habits lately) and I came across a seamstress that has the perfect style for what I'm going for currently in my life. And I mean in terms of dresses that is. I've figured out that I no longer care so much if I think I look fat in clothes, because the thing is: I'm actually relatively skinny. I'm not supermodel levels of thin, my thighs definitely rub together and I'm meatier on my bottom half but I'm slender still. I have a perfectly healthy weight now, after a few years of... not so great "eating" habits and being not-so-healthy-weighted let's put it in that softer way. I just feel fat. Due to previously mentioned reasons. So, the way I look in my own head likely doesn't actually match the way I look externally. And that's hard to move past and let go of. I would like to look a certain way, but realistically I'll never manage to sustain that, I tried and it's just not possible for me. And with that that's all I'll touch on that subject, so refocusing on the problem at hand: I sort of strongly dislike the look of me in the mirror BUT you know what I dislike even more? BEING UNCOMFORTABLE! I can't stand feeling like I can't breathe when I'm wearing something, or feeling like I'm pinched and pulled tight everywhere. Which has led me to this current approach for more looser fitted clothing. My plan still includes some more "fitted" dresses but my definition of fitted has changed massively lately. Let's break that down.

I need some of this style of looser fitted smock/babydoll type of dress:

I feel like this sort of style will be so comfortable in the clammy days of summer.

My new definition of tighter fit is this:

I'm not a huge fan of the longer sleeves on the wrap dress and the buttoned dress, but I could easily change that. As for something that I like the look of but is a bit more whimsical (so it still fits my personality):

Longer dresses (and skirts) that are flowy and have slits because I think that would balance out how short and stumpy I am. Rompers and dungarees because... girl.. I love a romper and a dungaree okay?? And granny prints. Still want to cosplay your nan's couch, yes I do. (all the photos above belong to Janelle at Rosery Apparel)

The overall look for daily wear dresses would be: comfortable, simple cuts and easy, quick makes (I'm making everything myself so.. need to take in consideration my own laziness). Smock dresses, wrap dresses, and sort of 90s flower child inspiration going into it.

Now let's get into skirts because those are super simple: mini pencil skirts and mini a-line skirts. That's it. That's my new aesthetic. For a woman that hasn't shown a knee to the general public in nearly 8 years? This is ground breaking. Let's look at images because I'm visual.

(links: image 1 and 3 are ill gotten from Pinterest, image 2 belongs to Maja, image 4 belongs to Stephanie, image 6 ill gotten from Pinterest, and image 5 belongs to Stacie)

Easy peasy, super simple, quick to make. I own a million skirts that need re-fitting. Will have to get to that soon. Send help.

Also to add a touch of fancy, because this is my idea of holiday attire:

(all pilfered from the internet, no sources for these)

Wide legged trousers, a-line flowy skirts, sparkly or silky, sweaters on top. That's the whole idea and the whole look.

As for trousers I'm going simple: high waisted, straight cut or wide legged. I feel better if I have breathing room in my clothes, I feel less like a sausage in a too tight casing. So think:

Also letting the kids influence me and throwing it back to the 2000s when I used to wear:

The Cargo Pant™

I like pockets as a style choice and not so much as a practicality choice, what can I say? yes, I know that cargo pants were "appropriated" from men's workwear, especially factory workers and mechanics that needed all those pockets

I think denim I need very little of. I don't like how denim feels, it always feels so uncomfortably stiff to me. But that could just be because I'm poor so the quality of the denim I've worn over the years might be lacking or something, I have no clue. Linen and cotton wrinkle like hell, oui, but they make such comfortable light clothes.. muy needed in my wardrobe. Other features that my trousers might need: elasticated waists. The front would look totally normally but if maybe I add elastic at the back portion then maybe when I eat they won't be too tight over my stomach. That's one of the bothers that I find with my clothes: I don't like being pinched over my stomach area (which fun fact sits essentially above the natural waist level, and on my body it always feels like it's sitting at actual waist level) when I'm eating or when I've just finished eating.

Looking at all of this that seems about it. I'd add a few fun elements with overalls and rompers because I like one full outfit of pants (a dress is a full outfit, but when it comes to pants you always need a layer on top or you're bazooms out in public.. the fix? Rompers. The downside? Bazooms out when you use the toilet..). I also love the idea of some skorts... now, I know I'm old, but there's nothing that delights my heart more than seeming to be wearing a skirt and BAM! they're secret shorts (or pants, depending on how long you make them) plus as someone that tends to sprawl out when she sits OR sit her ass down anywhere in public if I get too tired or bored (yes, I'm 5 years old why do you ask?) I think a secret short or pant is the perfect solution to not flash my Tweety Bird to the world.. 🥴🥴

[askoneplate]

Phone ring

{* The person who runs this blog is below 18 so do not inact nsfw in asks or on these characters. }

An Alternated timeline where sans (Sams) DIES. Leaving papyrus (Silky), gaster (Wingdings), and a mysterious phone...

Resets count: 1/2. // Endings: 1/3.

Torso up refs undercut!

(Currently these are the only characters with up to date refs!!!)

Art by @luna-purple454

[orange-dreamzer]

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•Chūnyáo•

-Their parents are Hēi, Silkie and Køn

-half-uncles/cousins: Latte and Caramel

-Their grandparents are Nightmare, Lust, Epic, Swap, Ccino and Reaper, and more… ? xd

-Uncle-Grandparents(?): Dream, Lust!Papyrus, Lust!Metaton, Epic!Papyrus, Reaper!Papyrus, and more… ? xd

-Chūn is 14 years old.

-They are 1m68cm

-They are Non-binary and asexual

-Their birthday is on June 20th.

-Personality: introverted, loyal, gentle, friendly, stubborn, talkative, pessimistic

-They have anxiety.

-Chūnyáo likes insects.

-they like to collect some insects.

-Chūnyáo LOVES jokes.

-they don‘t like hot weather.

-Chūn draws and reads as a hobby.

-When they are embarrassed, they have the habit of covering their faces with their wings, like their father Hēi.

-His pupils are normally purple, like Hēi's father's. But when they are unhappy they have fully black eyes.

-Chūnyáo has the death touch of his father and grandfather. They managed to control this power very well.

-Chūnyáo has many stuffed animals. It was Hēi who made them for Chūn.

-Chūnyáo has a pet lizard.

-Chūnyáo is constantly followed by Hēi's crows. They do this to protect Chūn.

-They like quieter and more comfortable places.

-their favorite food is chocolate chip cookies, and favourite drink is espresso.

-Chūnyáo has a.. rather bad relationship with apples and octopuses.

-Chūnyáo knows how to whistle like a bird.

-Chūnyáo can speak Thai, Spanish and Chinese.

-Chūnyáo likes to fly around a lot, even if their wings are a little small.

-Chūnyáo has basic Snas powers

-They can teleport to several universes.

-They are immortal like their dad.

-They have only a very little tentacle

-Chūn can feel people's feelings like Køn and Nightmare, even if this power doesn‘t always function

-Chūn doesn't like the sun.

-Chūn has a certain sensitivity in their eyes. They cannot look at very bright or shiny things.

-Chūn likes ladybugs.

-Chūn doesn't like short clothes.

-They like very big, warm and comfortable clothes.

-Chūn has a secret place where they keeps their insects.

-Chūn likes precious jewels.

-Their relationship with Hēi is good. :)

Hēi and Chūn are very close.

^Chūn likes to scare Hēi at times, as he is very easily startled. ^The two enjoy talking about crows and his coffee shop. ^With the time they spent together, the Hēi's crows grew to become attached to Chūn, and decided to protect they.

-Their relationship with Silkie is good. :)

^They talk and tell jokes, sometimes even together with Hēi. ^Sometimes Chūn has to prevent their mother from committing chaos. ^Silkie sometimes puts on a juggling show with rubber chickens for her son.

-Their relationship with Køn is also good. :)

^The two talk a lot. ^The two often take time to look at the rain through the window. ^They both also read books together, mostly Køn reads to Chūn. ^When it snows, Chūn and Køn like to play in the snow and they make snowmen, snowball fights, snow angels, etc.

-They also have mostly pretty good relationships with their grandparents.

Starting with Ccino and Reaper.

^Chūnyáo is very attached to the two of them. ^The two always give affection to them and spoil them a lot. ^Reaper likes to tell his old and bad jokes to Chūn. ^Reaper also infects them with his stupidity(unintentionally but it also doesn’t work). ^The two also like to fly around. ^Ccino always gives Chūn a cup of coffee when they visit. ^Ccino takes care of Chūn like they were his child and Ccino also lets his cats play with Chūn.

-Now their relationship with Epic and Swap.

They are pretty close!

^Those are the funniest grandparents! ^Swap takes care of Chūn very well. ^The two often train together. ^Swap made Chūn have an addiction to laughing like him. ^He always did a lot of antics for his grandchild. ^He also played with them a lot. ^Epic is also super funny to be around! ^Chūn enjoys the little plays he makes with his toy scream-chickens(?)

-Now their relationship with their grandfathers Lust and Nightmare

^They are very fond of their grandfather Lust. ^Lust is very affectionate with them, and he also spoils them a lot. ^Lust has a habit of buying Chūn lots of fancy clothes to wear. ^The two also crack lots of jokes.

Who is Nightmare?

[theweirdestroller]

Bite-Sized: Baby-Sitters Gang, Nightmare

Nightmare knows how to care for monsters, he's had to keep his gang alive this long after all. And let it be said, none of them made his job easy, with two of them only satisfied when they were allowed to blow stuff up and the other two willing to die for their jobs, Nightmare always had his work cut out for him. But despite all his experience, he didn't quite know how to take care of Horror. He was small, smaller than even Cross, always hungry, and so much more fragile than any of his gang.

The little one was currently toddling around, holding a soft shark plush, the only one not made by Error. He was just squeezing the thing into his chest, petting its silky fur or fidgeting with its soft teeth. Nightmare smiled. He had a bad habit of assigning certain things to people after meeting them. Horror gave off such a strong feeling of shark that Nightmare had to give him every last shark-themed thing in the palace. And out of it... It wasn't the first time either. When he first met Error, the glitchy skeleton reminded him of a spider or octopus. Something with an eye for design and sharp wit. Dust was akin to a dog, loyal and companionable, not to be left alone for long. Killer, with his prickly demeanor was more cactus fruit than anything else, spiny outside but soft and sweet inside. Or... Killer actually wasn't all that sweet. And Cross, endlessly loyal Cross. Nightmare often compared him to the kestrels he befriended by his mother's tree. Small and unassuming, but armed with dagger-like talons.

Horror was indeed a shark. His appearance made even Killer shiver, yet he was sweet, liked observing people, and knew where to find everyone. The boy had his scarf tied up in a pretty bow, curtesy of the guardian himself, and kept glancing to Nightmare's seat at the corner of the room. Apart from the gaping head wound, the boy seemed alright. He wasn't shy, loved to babble, and had a healthy appetite. Well, perhaps Horror's appetite was a cause for concern.

Nothing was immediately obvious, but Nightmare had been watching the boy's eating habits. He didn't ask for food, even if he was obviously hungry, he also didn't try too get food himself. If he thought someone else was hungry, he'd offer his own food to them. He always became subtly distressed if his offer was refused. Nightmare didn't want to think too deeply about it, but he'd seen what happens to Underground AUs when their core stops working. In fact, it was likely that Horror came from such a place.

A plush shark was placed gently on Nightmare's lap, bringing his attention completely back to reality.

"Hello little one." Horror giggled before climbing up into Nightmare's lap to join his plushie. "Getting comfortable are you?" He gave a small hum of confirmation.

"is papy gonna play with us today?" Nightmare sucked in a breath. He and the others had been trying to tell Horror that his Papyrus wasn't there, but it seemed that, for Horror, Dust just looked too much like his brother. It really made Nightmare consider getting the kid's eyelight checked, but Sci wasn't currently interested in helping the Gang out with any eyesight related problems after the last time he tried helping Error.

"Dust is busy today. He and Cross are getting food, remember?" Horror looked thoughtful for a moment before he nodded. He then resumed playing his his shark, plopping the soft creature on Nightmare's head.

"lookie! you have a hat!" Nightmare chuckled.

"Indeed I do,"

Horror spent more time playing with his shark and Nightmare before eventually getting tired. He crawled off the guardian and made his way to the stairs. Nightmare followed, ensuring the babybones didn't trip and fall. The two walked up until they came across Horror's room. The child had spent most of the day playing in the common room, so it would make sense that he'd want to return to his own space.

Nightmare helped Horror climb into bed when he struggled to do so himself. The guardian sat at the foot of the bed, not quite sure if Horror planned on sleeping just yet.

"Tired?"

"only a little. my head hurts though, and we don't have snow here. so i'm gonna try and sleep to feel better," Nightmare was very curious as to why snow would matter, but it was probably just a mortal thing that he could have his boys explain later.

"Sleep well then, little one," Nightmare tucked Horror into bed and set up his nightlight so he could sleep as comfortably as possible. The older skeleton stood outside of the room until he was sure that Horror had drifted off to sleep, only then leaving to go see what was taking Dust and Cross so long. Knowing them, it was either nothing at all, or they had both gotten sidetracked on an entirely unrelated mission for their own, or their ghosts own pleasures.

[fantasy-fields-bitty-center]

Moth bitty: Tale Papyrus

UnderTale Papyrus Moth

Name: Silky

Species: Japanese silk moth(Antheraea yamamai)

Size: 7 - 8 inches tall

Personality: Excitable, friendly, easily distracted,

Likes: Shiny things, lights, being admired, being around other moth bitties, dust baths,

Dislikes: being wet, having their wings touched, being alone, being bored, being inside to long,

Compatibility: These bitties absolutely love fluttering around from place to place but will often get distracted by any shiny or light filled object often times obsessing over it!

They love showing off their pretty wings and patterns! Ones with morphs are even worse about it,

Despite loving to show off their patterns they are never bratty or egotistical, they just think they look pretty and love that fact!

These bitties love to show how acrobatic they can be in the air! Often times flying as high as they can or doing many loop de loop‘s in the air!

They are a pretty active bitty, but only at night, so it's best to adopt another bitty or two that stay up at night to play with them!

Additional info: Moth bitties are strictly nocturnal and have trouble getting around and staying awake during the day!

They also use the moon and stars to know where they are so bright lights can confuse them! It is best to watch them when outside!

Zone: Flowerfield, Apiary, Fairy Forest,

In Universe: These bitties are loved for their vibrant patterns and loveable personalities!

Difficulty: Basic

[ask-ferventale]

What happens to papyrus (repost)

“Oh yeah, because of sans giving up his hope to stop the resets beforehand and distanced himself away from papyrus and the others—as well as putting his studies before all else, he decided to create AIs and robots of those he holds dear; unlike actual living beings, he could control and predict what robots could do—he programmed them. He dislikes being unable to be in control of something.

Also, papyrus does eventually find out about what sans has been doing lately, and tried to talk him out of it; but no, sans is stubborn and will not give up his research and experiments for his brother (he’s already been detached from him anyway). He was incredibly upset and disappointed at his brother for hurting innocent monsters—and kids.

When papyrus tries to get Frisk out of the chambers, Sans immediately reacted and had accidentally pierced a bone through his soul—by accident.

Sans is shocked—stunned even, from his immediate reaction; he hadn’t anticipated this outcome..! Immediately, regret and guilt was filling his SOUL up to the brim as he saw Papyrus look at him with shock and confusion.

Papyrus sends him one last smile, and gave him his last few, famous words: “You can change for the better, brother..! I,, believe in.. you….” And just like that, the upside-down soul of Sans’s brother dusts away, leaving nothing but Papyrus’s scarf sitting on a pile of his dust.

…Sans didn’t know how to feel; he hasn’t talked to or feel connected with Papyrus for quite a long time—to the point where you could say they were estranged siblings.

While he did feel a lot of guilt and regret for killing his own brother—he didn’t regret protecting his work; they were practically his life now—it was the only thing he practically thought was important.

He scooped a small portion of the silky, grey dust that his brother had left behind, and placed them into a testing tube—maybe it could be proven useful for his research and experiments later.

A neutral look was evident on Sans’s face; he had just killed his brother—but he didn’t feel anything else other than guilt. He would move on though—it was fine.. he has his studies anyway.

”..well, that was unexpected. Anyway, back to work.”

He went back to his table and began playing around with chemicals and souls again; storing his dead brother’s red scarf into the dark drawers of his desk.

He had work to do.”