#Silky papyrus

[bluu3berry]

Silky

Art I made for ONEPLATES!!! my askblog teheheheh I love interacting with all the asks :3

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[askoneplate]

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! "

[orange-dreamzer]

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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

[bonelyheartsclub]

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

[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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"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.. 🥴🥴

[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.”

[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]

( outdated )

•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?

[ennaku-sirri-da]

OK FIRST OF ALL This made my heart SO full like. Just so happy to see it. Floored, slammed, thrown down!!!

Tumblr tags are THE EVIL INCARNATE because they won't let me put in the fucking ODE this deserves so I'll try my best here itself🫡( salute emoji)

The lining is SO good I could eat it, its just so fucking. LUSCIOUS and SILKY. Man, it really looks like a printed coloring page in your inking!! Really nice clean up.

I love how different it looks from how it would if I'd have colored it too! It's fascinating to see the sorts of styles we do at work. I'm VERY flattered that the coloring implies you've referenced some other works of mine, like Habit having the red ruffles I didn't add but usually do, his two toned hair, Kamal's gold earrings etc....WAH!!!!! But it still stands strongly and distinctly as your coloring!! The colors are rich and mostly flat, and that is balanced out by the gradients you've put in. I especially like the ones with the butterflies.

And your own touches! The wasps stripes...the birds having a nest...the generally much more defined look everything has...

While retaining individuality, it keeps the spirit of the original at the same time. Just two nasty kids goofing around LMAO This is So Good that I am adding it to my official series of pictures I'm still doing(and have finished some!) of them as kids. The season looks like summer...!!!🥺❤( pleading emoji with heart) Most beautiful thing I saw and felt today YEAHHHHH

AND as for your commentary and stuff OUGHHH GROSS SOBBING I can't believe you thought my drawing was good enough to put up for others to color if they want to?!?!? /pos I feel like Papyrus getting double digit followers on the Undernet HSNJSKS

AND PUPPET HABIT TRUTH SPREADS YES

(Plaintext: and Puppet Habit truth spreads yes)

[ GIF ID: An Elmo spreads his arms out and looks on while fire rages against the black background behind him. End ID]

MY FRIENDS PUHLEES REBLOG!!!! /srs /lh

(Plaintext: my friends please reblog /srs /lh)

Avengers Assemble /j

@prrusten

@adaptive-radiation

@h-atsofftoyou

Smile for Me collab with @ennaku-sirri-da! Okay I am head over heels in LOVE with this AU, giant living puppet Habit might now be my own headcanon for what he even is as well :') There's also the inks on the side in case you feel like coloring it too!!

[delusional-mishaps]

Can I get the cuddle headcanons please 🤲🤲🤲(for any character) -😗🔪 anon

any character? ok my faves 😈

Vex (Xtale Sans):

He likes to be the little spoon, but he won't tell you that. He likes to be held tightly, with your chin on his shoulder. He likes to feel safe. He’s been through a lot, he’s the one who’s always had to protect others, so just hold him for a while. He likes it when you turn him around and kiss his face a bunch, it makes his soul flutter and his cheeks burn with magic.

Delusion (Error):

It takes him a long time to even get close to you, but once he’s comfortable he’ll cuddle right up to you. He’s fine as long as he isn’t looking at you. And also you’re not allowed to move. It’s like when a cat comes and falls asleep on your lap and if you shift even the tiniest bit they’ll wake up and leave you alone and never sit on you again for the rest of the night. He basically just has to ignore you/forget you are there for him to even relax, but you know that means he really trusts you <3 give him a little kiss on his big ass forehead when he falls asleep :O)

Crow (Birdtale Sans):

He likes to wrap his wings around you. They’re big and warm and the feathers are soft and silky. He likes it when they lightly tickle your face and it makes you smile as you push them out of the way only for them to end up in the same spot as before. He tends to make nests of blankets and pillows, anything he deems comfy enough and he’ll hold you captive in the nest and won’t let you leave until his cuddle quota is filled (unless, of course, you really do need to leave in which case he’ll let you)

Deimos (Underfell Papyrus):

It’s a treat whenever he cuddles you. Even if you two shared a bed, he tends to sleep on his back like a fucking stick it’s so funny he’s so stiff and awkward. He never usually consciously cuddles you, but sometimes you’ll wake up squished against him like a teddy bear and he has his thumb in his mouth/j that last part doesn’t happen BAHAHA

[this-is-my-jaam]

BASE TRAVEL GEAR

Characters left to right:

Tiye / Feyren / Diore / Isenne / Kialle

First lineup for the Dalish Redux costume design project. The base travel gear is the most general of the designs and the one that adheres the most to Dragon Age canon costuming. I wanted to keep the high collar since its one of the only canon designs that feels very unique to the Dalish, but the rest is an amalgamation of many different cultures. The ones I referenced the most for theses designs were Turkish/Mid Eastern traditional clothing, Serbian, Scythian, Greek, Peruvian, and Ukranian. These are designed for a more temperate climate, places like the Hinterlands and Crestwood.

I know I complained a ton about the chainmail in my text post, but these designs are also post Conclave Inquisition designs, so there would be access to metalworking. I figured I would reference the og chainmail since it’s so prevalent in the Dalish designs, but only on the warrior character. I still think it’s dumb.

Material-wise, most of the decorative cloth and under-layers here would be Halla-wool weave, so very silky and smooth, probably supplemented with linen from plant fibers for stiffer, thicker fabrics. As far as I know, the Dalish do not keep any other herd animals than Halla, so any additional fabrics would either be traded or cultivated from plant fiber. For instance, the shirt on the middle figure, Diore, I imagine as linen-esque cloth,

Historical fun fact: In Ancient Egypt, linen was the most commonly used fabric as the Egyptians thought that sheep’s wool was dirty. That is actually true. Sheep’s wool is covered in a water-resistant substance called ‘lanolin’ that is full of bacteria and can cause serious infections if it gets on your face or in a wound. The reason that Egyptian cloth in the Ancient world was white/cream is because one of the plants that linen is made from, papyrus, is naturally white when spun into cloth. Untreated linen is difficult to dye, and the early Egyptians did not know how to treat linen to strip the protective outer layer that prevents dye from sticking, but the Egyptians loved color. Instead of colorful clothes, they wore incredible jewelry made with opaque stones like lapis lazuli, carnelian, and jade. Translucent stones were more valuable in the rest of the world, but not popular at all in Egypt because there was no other way to decorate themselves with bright color than through jeweled ornamentation.

On the subject of linen, I’m not actually entirely sure what plant fibers exist in the world of Thedas, so it’s hard to say what textile would be used for the plant cloth. Plants under the ‘flax’ denomination can all be used to make linen, and flax grows in a temperate climate. So temperate clothes=linen cloth for the sake of this project. The materials available will change with climate, so linen may not always be used.

Cotton does exist in Dragon Age, but cotton production and cotton farming would not be something that the Dalish would do, and it takes a lot of cotton from the plant to make the fabric itself, so I’m going to assume that any cotton that the Dalish have is likely looted or traded. I do imagine that, if the Dalish did have cotton, the most likely use for it would be the sails for the aravels, but for the sake of this project, we’re just going to say ‘no cotton.’ 

Outer layers would be either more linen or buckskin made from either halla or whatever animals that the Dalish would bring back from a hunt. 

Everything here would be colorful! The linen and buckskin would be the least colorful due to the nature of the fabric themselves and the difficulty dyeing the cloth. But they would both be embroidered with ‘silk’ halla thread in all colors of the rainbow. 

The leather is halla leather, as usual, and Isenne’s armor is based off of the image of Shartan and Solas’ Fen’Harel armor. I’m not exactly sure what metal that stuff is in game because it is super thin and flexible as fuck, but it’s pretty and I was kind of tired of drawing the woven leather lol. Also ignore that Isenne is the only one with weapons I was just not feeling prop design but I already had the daggers drawn out.

I’m working on getting cold weather gear out next, I just need to construct and apply some more patterns. Should hopefully be posted in the next week or two.