#and i get to lazy to deal with ut

[dgaftilwedie]

struggling to clean my stupid room all i wanna do is rot away in my bed but it's a legitimate trash pit in here im going to start sobbing

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

may i have some headcanons? S/O is a big big fan of "strange" animals, specifically bugs and fish, and enjoys going on hikes and swimming to find different species. how would the skeletons react? for ut papyrus, us bros, uf sans, sfp papyrus, fsr papyrus, and fsg papyrus, please! (can you tell i really like the papyri lmao)

if the above is too long of a prompt, how would the above skeletons react to an S/O who has bug terrariums?

I love bugs and have known to catch moths and spiders when my family is too scared of them(I've also caught and released mice but that's a story for another time). Also, the Papyri are the best, they're just so cute, no matter the AU 🤭.

Papyrus : Oh! So you want him to go bonkers! He can deal with fish(after all, he's best friend with one), he can deal with cats and dogs and everything else, but bugs? Why's it got to be bugs? You can gently push him into a weird-animal-loving perspective by showing him the pretty moths and playful lizards, but good luck getting him to hold a spider or a millipede.

Cobalt : Woah, those are so cool! Can he hold one? He seems interested at first... until he feels their little legs trailing up his bones. With all of those tiny feet speeding up his arm and latching onto him for balance, Blue is instantly disinterested. He'll love them from afar.

Honey : He likes taking you places to go find said animals, even if he naps in the car the whole time. Hey, Y/N, go place a bug on his chest. Cue the loud screeching followed by falling out of the car.

Red : Surprisingly, he's more into it than you, which is odd because usually he only acts like it even though he's scared of his shadow half of the time. He points out lizards that were too quick for your eye, camouflaged bugs hiding in trees, and the odd fish out in the water.

Rus : Lizards, insects, spiders?! You're almost perfect for him! Even though he's usually too lazy to pick his fatass up off his bed or the couch- if you tell him you're going hunting for little guys, he's on your heels. He wants to go, please? His hands grab your shirt everytime he notices you going near the door while holding a small container. Where are you going, s/o? He's wants to come too.

Pup + Coffee : Unless it has four legs and is fluffy, Pup wants nothing to do with it. I'm sorry, but he's not the best fit for this one, and neither is Coffee. Coffee is more willing to let your stickbug hang out on his finger, but Pup freaks out at the sight of a ladybug or a butterfly. For someone who's supposed to be your scary guard dog, Pup sure is a wuss.

As for the terrariums, almost all of them would be chill with them. Until you ask where Fluffy the tarantula went, the sound of a skeleton freaking out over your 8-legged friend being somewhere in the house. Whether the worry is for themselves or the spider, that's for you to figure out.

[jawritter]

Carry On

Chapter 19

Summary: It was just a simple hunt, found on a pie festival. It was supposed to be easy. Something they’d all done one hundred and one times a million. No one could have told Y/N, Dean, and Sam that nothing from that point on would ever be the same again.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Sam Winchester

Word Count: 3097

Warnings: Angst/Flangst, mentions of male masturbation, S*ut talk. Dealing with life after an injury, mentions of Body Dysmorphia. 

Due to the graphic nature of this fic, and the fact that it will eventually contain Smut. This fic is an 18 + only fic! If you’re under 18 DO NOT read this fic!

A/N: This fic is beta’d by @kazsrm67​​​​ Thanks so much love! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden! I hope you all enjoy this ride with me!

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Y/N would have thought that by now, not sleeping would have been something that she was quite used to, but as she sat alone in the kitchen of what was Dean’s childhood home…now her home…at somewhere around six in the morning, she wondered if she was possibly too tired and stressed to sleep, which only added to her mounting exhaustion. 

She was tired, so very, very, very tired. 

Not that she didn’t have reason to be. Hell, they made a move yesterday that would have taken a toll on anyone. They moved three hours away from the only physical home they had ever known, to move back into Dean’s childhood home that he wanted to restore, to start a life together. That was enough to exhaust anyone. Add in Dean’s recovery to the whole scenario, and well, that was a good recipe for exhaustion all by itself. 

Dean had been so tired last night once he’d gotten out of his shower, he’d barely even eaten two whole slices of pizza before he was already falling asleep next to her. 

In a way, she was thankful for it. She was afraid he’d have trouble sleeping here because of the memories of all the past trauma he’d been harboring his whole life concerning this place, but it was safe to say he was so tired that he was out for the night. The man barely moved; all night long, and had it not been for the steady rise and fall of his chest, she would have been worried that he was dead. 

He was still sleeping soundly when she finally decided to wander downstairs and make herself some coffee. 

This place was in impressive shape, all things considering, but it needed work, there was no denying that. Then again, she wondered if Dean was gonna wanna change much of it. If he was going to restore it to what he remembered, if he remembered enough to even do that, or if he was going to change everything all together. 

But what felt like it needed more work than the house and the garage at that moment was herself and Dean. 

Dean was getting stronger, she knew that, she could see that. But, the biggest problem was, she didn’t think that HE could see that. He felt weak. He felt like a failure. She was seriously starting to worry about whether or not he was getting stuck in his own head, and the whole feud with Sam wasn’t helping anyone. 

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to regain control of the swirling thoughts, worries, and emotions that thundered through her mind. It was too early in the morning to be this stressed out. But here she was… killing it. 

This is why she was already finding gray in the midst of her hair. 

One thing she did know for certain, Dean and herself were not going anywhere or doing anything today other than just being lazy, and maybe a little light unpacking around the house. She wasn’t even going to let him get dressed if she could help it, and go down to the shop. The shop would be there after he rested some. He’d damn near overdone it yesterday, even though he wasn’t going to admit to her he was in pain, she could tell that he was last night when he’d crawled into bed next to her. She refused to let him set himself back just because he felt the need to push himself to the breaking point. 

Forgoing the mostly cold coffee that sat on the table in front of her, Y/N decided to make her way back upstairs to check on Dean. She wanted to be there when he woke up anyway, just in case he was in a lot of pain. Watching him sleep was far better than being stuck in her own head down here all alone before the sun even broke the treeline. 

If she was struggling with all of this change, surely he was too. Dean wasn’t a very open person, so getting him to admit it was going to be fun. If she did it wrong, she was afraid he’d shut her out like he did the night before, when he made the comment about her joining him in the shower. 

It wasn’t that she was that desperate to have any sort of sexual encounter with him. It was more that she wanted him to gain the confidence back in his own body. 

Would he be able to do things the way he always did them? Absolutely not. Did that matter to her? Fuck no. 

But did it matter to him? …. Yes…. Yes it did. 

She wanted him to understand, she loved him regardless of his handicap, or what he might be able to do or not do in bed. All that mattered to her was that he was still breathing. None of the other stuff was important -not really. But could she ever get that through to him?

Dean’s POV:

As soon as Dean started to wake up, he regretted that he had, and refused to open his eyes in hopes he’d drift back off to sleep. 

He felt hungover, and he hadn’t drank a drop. It was most likely attributed to the fact that he’d taken an extra two pain pills when he was in the shower the night before, but in his defense, he was hurting pretty bad when he went to bed, and knew if he didn’t get it under control; he wasn’t going to sleep. He just didn’t expect to effectively knock himself the fuck out that easily. He wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that his tolerance was starting to drop like that. Normally it would have taken him a hell of a lot more than a few pain pills to fuck himself up. Since Y/N had been around, even through his injury, he hadn’t felt the need to dabble in alternative means of self-management. 

He could feel Y/N stir in the bed next to him, and he knew that he needed to get it together; make himself wake up. The only problem was he was afraid to move. He could already feel the nagging nerve pain licking at his back, and his legs were aching, which wasn’t unusual. He always woke up with his body aching from laying in one position. 

He hadn’t realized he was taking deep breaths to try and get a grip on it; until Y/N’s hand landed lightly on his chest, and he instinctively reached up to grab it. 

“Are you in pain?” she questioned, and he nodded with his eyes squinched shut tight, and his teeth sinking into his lower lip to try and divert the pain away from his back. He knew it would do no good to lie to her right then, she’d probably been watching him for a while now. 

“Let me go get you something for the pain,” she said, and as he felt the bed shift, before she could remove her hand from his chest; Dean’s hand gripped hers tighter, refusing to let her move. 

“No,” he managed to say through gritted teeth as the pain ebbed and spiked again in a rhythmic pattern like it did most every morning. “I took more than I should have last night. It will pass, it’s just from me laying flat on my back all night. As soon as I can make myself sit up it will ease up a lot, just help me sit up.”

Y/N didn’t argue with him, she just moved from the bed, and for a moment, he was afraid he’d angered her, and she’d just walked out of the room on him, so he pried his eyes open and found her making her way around the bed to get beside him to help him sit up. 

“You overdid it yesterday Dean,” she scolded him as she helped him to pull himself into a sitting position and propped his pillows up behind him so that he could relax more comfortably. He would have argued with her; but he didn’t think he had the grounds to, after admitting out loud he’d taken too much pain medication last night. “Today, we’re just gonna relax, the shop and the unpacking will be there tomorrow. I don’t want you to overdo it and set your recovery back again.”

“Okay, fine, we can have a lazy day, but you’re staying here with me. No unpacking, no dealing with anything, just… just stay here with me for a while… Okay?”

He knew he sounded pathetic, but honestly, he felt pretty fucking pathetic sitting there on the bed as she made her way back around to get onto her side of the bed again; he felt like nothing more than a useless lump of pain and regret. 

“I can agree to that,” Y/N said with a reassuring smile. 

He waited for Y/N to settle next to him on the bed before he reached for her, wanting at least some form of closeness to drive out the cold he seemed to feel all the time now as his eyes shifted around the room that was once his mom and dad’s, taking in every minute detail. He knew this adjustment was going to be a hard one, he just never realized how much harder he was going to face these things in the light of day, when the distractions of moving weren’t there to divert his thoughts. 

Y/N’s POV:

Y/N waited until Dean was settled next to her before she pulled the covers back over the pair of them, and rested her head lightly against his shoulder; secretly monitoring his breathing to see that the steady rise and fall of his chest became smoother in motion, indicating the pain had indeed ebbed away some. 

Y/N didn’t know if Dean knew it or not, but she’d noticed that he’d been having trouble getting around in the morning for some time now. She knew he was trying to hide it from her, and from what she could research, the fact that he was having this problem, considering his injuries, was normal. The thing that worried her was if he was trying to hide that, what else was he trying to hide?

A heaviness settled over the quiet room as off in the distance the sound of cars passing up and down the road as people started to wake up, get to work, and go about their day. 

That was a sound neither of them were used to, the sound of cars moving around them as the neighborhood started to wake up all around them, and Dean’s brow furrowed as he tilted his head a little and listened. It was the sound of normalcy. The sound of a life that happened outside of the horror that they had lived in for so many years, and it was jarring. 

“Dean?” Y/N prompted, causing him to clear his throat and press a kiss to the top of her head lightly. 

“I’m okay,” he answered, “it’s just a lot to take in now that the dust has started to settle.”

He wasn’t wrong about that, and she had been dealing with that factor all morning. 

“It’s like I keep waiting on the next catastrophic event to take place,” Y/N admitted, and Dean’s grip tightened around her as if he could protect her from her own head. “Like I’m waiting for the next shoe to drop out of nowhere, and for this all to come crumbling down around us again.”

“Me too,” Dean admitted, “But I refuse to live my life in fear of what might happen anymore. Jack said he’d be hands off, and he meant it. We are free, we won, there’s nothing bad gonna happen like that to us anymore. We’re gonna be okay.”

It seemed silly, but hearing that out of Dean’s mouth suddenly made it all feel just a little bit better. Like the floor wasn’t about to fall out from under her. She hadn’t realized it, but she really needed to hear him say it, that everything was gonna be okay. Which seemed so small in light of everything that Dean was probably dealing with that she didn’t even know about. 

“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I'm sure that must seem so irrelevant when you break down and look at everything that you must be dealing with being back here, and uprooting your whole life.”

“I’m definitely dealing with my own ghosts,” Dean admitted, “but that’s all they are, ghosts from the past, and they don’t have power over me unless I let them. Still, that doesn’t mean that they haven’t reared their ugly heads since I moved in here with you last night. I mean, I still haven’t had the balls to even walk into Sam’s old room. What mom and dad had set up as the nursery.”

Y/N hadn’t either, she couldn’t work up the nerve to go in there, and honestly, she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to right now either. If she had her reservation about walking in there right away, and she had no active memory of what happened here, she was sure Dean had a lot more reason than she did. 

“There’s no rush,” she told him, running her fingers up and over the expanse of his stomach to distract herself from her own nerves. “We’re here now, there’s no reason to push it. We have time.” 

“What do you even remember?” Y/N questioned, “If you're okay talking about it anyway.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have asked him, but she was curious. She couldn’t help him deal with the ghosts if she didn’t know where they were coming from after all. 

“Not much,” Dean admitted. “I remember the fire… the heat of it… and I remember carrying Sam out of the front door.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around him that much tighter, wanting to protect him all over again. Dean leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“I was very young, thankfully, I don’t remember the more haunting events that happened that night,” Dean voiced. 

Y/N moved to sit up a little, and accidentally brushed her hand against his lap, and Dean jumped as if he’d been shot at. That stung. It wasn’t like she intentionally touched it there, it was an accident. But every time she even remotely got close to him in that way, even if it was unintentional, every wall the man had shot up, and he pulled away as if he was disgusted by her. 

“Sorry,” Y/N murmured as she attempted to stand up from the bed altogether now, suddenly she wanted to put some distance between them. Almost like an act of self-preservation. To prevent him from hurting her, because if no one else had the power to hurt her with just an action or words alone, she was pretty sure Dean could. “I’ll go downstairs and get you some coffee and breakfast going, just lay up here and relax—”

“Stay?” Dean begged, grabbing her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by that, it was just a reflex. I swear.”

“Dean, you don’t have to lie on my account,” Y/N tried to give him a half-hearted smile. “Either way it was just an accident,” she continued as she moved from the bed towards the door.  “I didn’t mean anything by it, and I’ve told you before I’m not trying to push you into something you’re not comfortable with. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s not that I’m uncomfortable,” Dean continued with a grunt as he forced himself to stand up next to the bed, determined to follow her and not allow her to run from this conversation. “Please Y/N, stay here and talk to me.”

Y/N turned to stand in the doorway, and her hard features softened a great deal when she noticed that Dean was struggling to get himself to stand up straight; he was sore, no matter how much he’d tried to hide it from her, and she suddenly felt guilty for making him stand up when he didn’t really have to, so she moved to help him sit down on the bed. 

“I don’t know how to talk about this,” Dean admitted, pinching his eyes closed as Y/N sat silently down on the bed next to him. She wasn’t going to force him to tell her anything, if he was going to open up to her, she wanted it to be on his terms. 

“It’s not that I don’t want to be with you physically,” Dean admitted. “I mean, I do, God I do. I miss being able to be intimate with someone in that way. But I don’t physically know if I can no matter how bad I want to. I don’t want to initiate something that’s gonna blow up in my face, and I won’t be able to finish what I started. I don’t want to end up in pain because I moved wrong or whatever, and more than that, I don’t even know if I can keep or maintain an erection until completion, that’s the truth. I’m not avoiding you, or putting you off, it’s not you, it’s me.”

The weight that suddenly settled over the pair of them was almost suffocating. In all honesty, sex just wasn’t something that Dean had talked about at all since the accident. If he had, it was just brought up very briefly, and wasn’t expounded on in any way. She didn’t know it was something that was even crossing his mind, and she really didn’t know what to say to make him feel better. 

“Dean, I don’t want you to feel like I’m pushing you to do anything like that. I’ve told you before, that there’s no rush to jump into something you’re not ready for. If, big IF, for some reason you ever decide you're ready to try, then whatever the outcome, it’s not a bad thing if you have to stop, or aren’t physically there yet. It’s okay. There are other ways to be intimate with someone other than physically having sex with them. You know that.”

“I know, but that doesn’t make me feel any better, because I’m scared that if I drop the ball the first time, I’m never gonna be able to pick it up again.”

“Dean, even if you can’t do it the first time, you should know by now that if you work at something, and if you keep at it, then you will get there eventually. Hell, you’re doing a lot better than anyone ever expected you to be doing already! One failed attempt doesn’t mean that you will never be able to do whatever it is you’re trying to do, it just means that you can’t do it right now.”

Dean said nothing, he just continued to stare at his feet that were dangling off of the edge of the bed. She knew that this wasn’t easy for him to talk about, and she felt as if she was being no help to him at all, which only made her feel worse. What do you say to someone that’s dealing with this though? Is there even a ‘right’ thing to say?

“This is gonna be a very personal question, and you don’t have to answer it, okay?”

Dean made a grunting sound in response, but that’s about all she got out of him. 

“Have you tried too… you know ge—”

“No,” Dean answered swiftly before she could even stutter out her question. “To be honest with you sweetheart, I’m pretty disgusted with myself most of the time. The thought hasn’t even crossed my mind to try it.”

There it was, what she had been seeing hints of since the accident. Body dysmorphia. She was almost SURE that’s what it was. Because he’d even stopped letting her help him get dressed in the morning, and he would throw a towel over the mirror when he was getting dressed at night for bed or whatever. 

Physically,  Dean looked the same as he did before the accident; save the beard and facial hair. 

But to Dean, he wasn't the same. To Dean he was different, weak. To Dean he'd never be the man he once was. It disgusted him. Not only emotionally,  but apparently physically. That shattered her.

"Dean," she tried to get him to look at her,  but he didn't. "There is not one thing about you that is disgusting."

"Doesn't feel that way baby," Dean admitted. 

"Dean,  I'm gonna be transparent with you. Is that okay?"

Dean nodded, averting his gaze to anywhere in the room but her. He always did that when he was uncomfortable. She knew he was about to shut down on her.

"I wish I knew what to say to make you feel better,  or take all the anxiety and hurt and anger away… but I don't.  All I can do is tell you that no matter what you can or can't do. No matter if it never gets any better.  I still love you Dean, and nothing's gonna change that."

Dean blinked as he looked at her stunned; eyes swimming with emotions.  Still, she saw no hint of rejection there. 

"When you're ready,  we will try the physical aspects of things. But there's no rush."

Dean leaned his head on her shoulder, swallowing thickly. 

"I love you too, " he whispers. "I can't survive losing you because of this."

Y/N placed her lips to his forehead, letting them linger there for a long moment.

"You're not gonna lose me Dean, we are gonna be okay, and you're gonna overcome this too,  just like you fooled all of them and started walking on your own."

She believed that. She really did. She just wished he would too.

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[wishing-stones]

if the boys can form male genitalia, can they form female ones too? and... any ideas on it? (im also curious on your thoughts about ecto thats normally depicted in the ut fandom, does that exist here? (DOES THAT ALSO MEAN THEY CAN HAVE BOOBS????)) ahEM sorry for that, just curious :'))

Short answer: Yes, if they feel like it.

Since the guys generally present masculinely and identify masculinely, they default on male genitalia. If they want different parts, they have to focus to do it. They can, and some will if the situation calls for it.

I also feel like they can have both at once, since ecto doesn't restrict them necessarily to one set, and this would be the most likely way they'd deal with it: they'd just add on the female bit. Fun for everyone involved. (There's an art I saw somewhere illustrating this perfectly, but I'm at work and tumblr would ding me anyway, so you'll just have to visualise it on your own.)

They can project an ecto body if they feel like it, but that takes more magic and is kinda rare. They could have tits if they wanted to (and let's be real-- Killer absolutely has done this to see if he can) but it, like female genitalia, would have to be a very conscious effort.

As for how it works in general, I headcanon this:

Their tongues are pretty much either always there, or easily summoned. It's how they process food (as Killer explained) and it basically acts as the sole way that magic via food and drink enters their system. When things get steamier, their magic anchors itself to their pubic symphysis, with little else around it. It's reflexive, but if a partner wants the sort of ecto-body that goes up to the bottom of the rib cage... they can. It's not the default, and most of them think it's cumbersome-- it's so much easier to get closer if there's no magic in the way, and besides; human asses are meant to fit into the curve of their pelvis, and legs can fit very nicely in the curve between iliac crest and spine.

The ecto itself is warm, at least, but has a sleeker consistency than skin. About the same yield, but it's not very textured (along smooth parts like summoned bodies or their tongues. Texture elsewhere comes in the form of bumps and ridges and swells and whatever all else you wanna imagine). It presents the color of their magic, and in the cases of Dust and Baggs, it can move about from place to place in lazy patterns. It's kind of jello-like in opacity, luminescent, and since it's magic, and magic is literally an extension of themselves, is sensitive to touch (insofar as they can feel it, not that's it overly sensitive). It feels kind of like touching a TV screen, where you can feel the little sparks of things against your skin, but it's not overwhelming (...usually. If they're super excited or unstable, it can be).

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

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[archiarthur]

UT/UF/US Sans x Male/Masculine Streamer Reader

Quick things to clear out

- this is my frist time writing multiple headcanons, for multiple characters at once

- I couldn't think of any multiplayer horror game that I know pretty good, other than phasmophobia. All that stuff I know from watching others, and ngl, memory lmao.

- I haven't written for UF and US Sans before, so don't kill me. This is how I see them.

-US Sans ain't a baby

- let US Sans say fuck sometimes ✨

UT Sans

- So you're a steamer? Good for you.

- Don't worry if he's over in your house and you're playing, afraid to wake his lazy ass up by yelling without realising. He can even sleep off a hurricane.

- Kinda jealous, beacuse you can sit down, play, have fun and get some money.

- Definitely showed up on your streams, at least once, in the backround. Maybe said "Hey" to chat too once or twice.

- You have to deal with your fans then spamming chat with,, who dis,, or ,, SANS,, or overused joke,, So cool,,

- Context to the last one is: when you were explaining the game on your stream, to both him and your chat, everytime you finished a sentence he said, so cool.

- Don't forget puns, he taught them some

- Chat remembers everything, this is your curse now.

- Sans definitely stream snipped you at least multiple times. For example, you play animal crossing? He knows your island code? Broom Broom mf, somone is coming to your island to steal your coconuts or something.

- BTW his island is lazy, except memes on the floor too

- Surprisingly good in shooting games but not a pro.

- Playing a puzzle game? *cracks knuckles * let me tell you an answer, casually, to ruin your fun or not. I love you too babe <3

- In all seriousness, as much as he likes to play around with you, he's chill he's most of the times in the backround not visibale, vibing.

- Sometimes comments on your stream even, even when he's next to you.

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- At first politely refusing, saying he doesn't want to ruin your fun. But he caved after you said he's allowed to make as many puns as you like

- You almost regretted your life choices after telling both chat and him how to play phasmophobia. Beacuse this cheeky adorable bastard said,, so cool,, in the end.

- Chat both hated it and loved it.

- At first it was still explaining him some stuff here and there. It was chill and even kinda funny. What did you except, its Sans he is a man that tickles the funny bones.

-Yes he did that joke, he told you to see the bone, asked you if it does look funny to you and tickled it.

Now depends what type are you, you either threw something in his direction or started laughing. Or both /neither.

- The hunt is what got him woken up. Have you ever seen Sans choke on his words and get awaken from his sloth mood? Now you have.

- You were sitting safely behind a door, or something, watching him lose control over his character lmao.

- In the same round when Sans calmed down (a little -) you decided to troll him a tiny bit. Since he's still new, you can.

- You got the beating heart sound ready, your throat, you waited till he didn't had his flashlight on, and then decided to turn the lights off and pretend it's a hunt.

- Sans YELLED only to then a second later realise its you. He was laughing his ass off, congrats king, you did all that to scare him 👑

- Hey did you know that when you die as a ghost you can throw shit? You knew : ) or at least now you know BUT SHH.

- He was a little nervous because you're dead, and he's left alone to figure out what type of ghost it is.

- Nearly broke his back by jumping when you threw something in front of his face. He wasn't ready, it was quiet OK?.

,, ASGOR-OW,,

,, *silent wheeze cuz u dead *,,

,, You slick bastard *chuckle*,,

- Sans was actually really good at analysing ghost and the game. Quickly casually playing after a few rounds.

- Aw you had your fun :c

- Sans isn't mad or anything at you, he actually found that pretty funny, and that he deserved it. Still, he won't forget it.

- Don't except him to be more present on your streams tho. You two do it alone as a thing to spend time together because you got him interested.

- Good luck trying to make him play again on stream. It's not like he doesn't like it,but he just prefers it when it's you two alone, maybe one of your friends coming along, sharing laughs, open.

UF Sans

- *plays guitar * you're in their bed, I'm in their twitch chat

- This man is a streamer too, or at least a sweaty gamer that likes to show off sometimes, bonus points if you two met through streaming/gaming

- He's your numer 1 fan but also a #1 pain in the ass

- What's this? A donation? Show yourself shirtless? From Coccyx_Kicker69 ?... Sans you gay ass mf

- If he's at your place you can hear him laughing from another room after you read that. No matter what's your reaction.

- Babe, watch this, this one's for you *misses the trick shot*

- He's still good watch out

- He's sweaty, but won't say no to a small chilling game session, together after a long day

- Chat knows you two are dating/have a thing, won't shut up about it when one is mentioned.

- Your chat loves Sans, his chat loves you.

- You yell while playing? Well you got yourself a competition my friend.

- After a hard match, if you'd massage his shoulders, he's bliss. Couldn't ask for a better boy(bone) friend, you're the best.

- Definitely does puns to fuck with your chat sometimes, or when the opportunity is just golden.

- If you think this man swears like a sailor before, wait till you hear him play when frustrated.

- If you need help with your game he will tease the hell out of you, but will do it...eventually. Don't be surprised if he wants something in return tho ;D

- Definitely drinks stuff like Gfuel, MountainDew and Monster. Also eats Doritos? Why? He thoguhts its funny but then it stopped being a joke.

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- Fuck yeah, collab stream maybe 👁?

- Isn't experienced in horror very much, but knows his stuff

- This man lived in the underground. He's form Underfell universe I don't think you can make him jump so easily. Or at least without getting something hit.

- Played around while you explained the rules in the backround

- If y'all or he is on VR... Bro you know he slapped your ass

- Definitely tried to glitch in the lobby out of boredom or just because

- He was feeling a little off by having to play in a hunted house, especially if it happens to have not working lights at first

- He panicked at the hunt mostly because there's a ghost running after him, and doesn't want to die and it's first time, let's be honest

- All you can get is a jump or a yell, one or two. But damn is it worth it

- He once thoguht you were a ghost and it was dark af. Almost broke his equipment.

- I like to think when he's nervous you can catch him sing dump shit like,, IIIIIIM GONNA DIE 🎶,, under his nose

- If you both hiding in the same place during a hunt he'd try to make you laugh.

- Little rat tells the ghost to get you insted, because you actually have a juicy ass and all, unlike him,when he's being chased.

- Laughs 'sorry babe" when you do actually die lmao. You're allowed to throw shit at him.

- Curses like a sailor ™

- If he's living with Papyrus or he's over. If you're lucky you can hear him laughing his ass off. Hearing his bro scared, especially because of you, puts him in a good mood.

- Hear him groan to death when you both die or get the wrong ghost

" IT WAS A JINN? UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH"

"babe-"

"FUCK"

- In general pretty good and fun to play with.

- 10/10 would definitely want to play with you again... Unless he had a rough game, and he's a little salty, then give him some time, he has to rest for a bit.

US Sans

(y'all gonna be disappointed by this one, I'm shit at it)

- Tbh kinda a gamer too. But his favourites are detective, puzzle ones.

- You're a steamer? That's so cool!

- Definitely shows up in your streams, not bothered. Says hi to chat everytime : D

- Man's loud so be aware that chat might hear him in another room, lmao, he's trying to not interrupt you

-,, YES DEAR KICK THEIR ASS,, type of man when you're playing against somone

- Sometimes just likes to watch you talk and play, focused on the screen : )

- Asks a lot of question when you're introducing him to a new game but respectfully listens. Pls be patient

- GOD may protect you if you're playing with him and Papyrus they're just arguing like the siblings they are 24/7 skworootpy

- Papyrus will try to fuck him over for funnsies which will cause a circle

- Speaking of, yeah this man's a gremlin, he will tease you so hard sometimes.

- Either playing or in real life, can't escape.

- Imagine talking and Bonestrule on kazoo plays in the backround, which stops everytime you stop

- *Sans comes in the room *

,, What are you wearing,,

* Sans wearing a shirt with an arrow that says goofy or cheesy shit like "I'm with my datemate" *

,, A shirt ✨,,

- Supportive boyfriend all the way

- You need words of encouragement after losing or not knowing how to solve something? WEWOWEWO SUPPORT AMBULANCE

- Will massage your shoulders when you're tense, doesn't care if you're steaming or not

- also yes he does introduce himself as magnificent Sans, but he also always calls you words like : gorgeous, amazing, magnificent, great etc. before speaking your name

- If there's a rude person on your chat he'd immediately spot them and scold them like a parent. But if they're still a meanie he's not so nice -

- He does swear, but doesn't like to very much. But definitely made family friendly curses on your stream to frustrate the audience lmao.

- Isn't afraid to do goffy shit on your stream unlike others. Like dress up for hallowen, do each other make up (Yes on him too), do Q&A etc.

- If you don't want him to be a part of your streams he understands that and tries to do something useful or have a hobby while to stream

- Imagine hearing fuck in the backround that's muffled because he's in another room playing jenga lmao

- Supports you, and if you have merch, wears it like he used with his armor back in the underground, he's damn proud of you

- Isn't afraid to recommend you to somone even if that gets you flustered, but if it makes you upset he'd stop

- Ah forgot to say,yeah this man definitely had his rage gaming moments but only of its really frustrating, he ain't a hot head

- Maybe off topic but don't let him drink a Monster, he'd vibrate like crazy

- Speaking of Monster. He'd want you to eat healthy!! So no crazy amount of MountainDew or Doritos. (ik stereotypical but you got the idea) Except some fruits or/and vegetables in a bowl and some water brought by him.

- Oh you're hungry but you still have an hour left to stream and don't want to leave because you have to do something? Don't worry baby here have a sandwich!

- Again, I'm gonna say it. Cares for your health and wants your eyes to be well. So he'd be asking you to stop the stream respectfully to get some rest after too much hours or playing

Now to inviting him to play a horror game with you

- Always happy to play with you! So there wasn't a problem inviting him. No matter the game, he's happy

- Respectfully listens but he does gets lost there and there which you can see and you have to explain to him again. Have time for him pls.

- He definitely says he will protect you even tho you might be more experienced lmao

- You two definitely teased and pranked each other before , but still, he's oblivious

- Perfect

- Accidently dropped a few things off the desk /his controllers (depends if that VR or not) out of surprise. He's likes horror but he's new to the game ok, he's jumpy.

- Definitely jumped when, you, invisibles cuz you're dead, threw something in his face

- I dare you to, make the bone joke with the bone. He'd be disappointed, but will still smile, he hates that he does, but you know.

- Decided to ignore the chat for the rest of the game because it kept milking the joke

- You faked a hunt and almost made him jump out of his skiii...cloo-. Fuck it you just scared him so bad that he felt his soul jump.

- He may be a little jumpy but he's not a pussy, plus he's GREAT at figuring out what ghost type is it.

- You heard me this man WILL be in a dark room alone to get the ghost to talk

You using voice edit or something idk : B҉e҉h҉i҉n҉d҉ y҉o҉u҉

Sans turning around in the room alone thinking the hunt activated: ASGORE- oh stars, dammit (Y/N), stop it! I'm trying to catch the gho-

The ghost : ADULT

Sans : *girl scream*IT SPOKE. SPIRIT BOX IT IS

- Even if you two had teasing moments where one died here and there he stil enjoyed playing with you

- Wouldn't mind playing with you again

- Will do extra research for the next game to catch ghost better and how to fuck with you

- One time Papyrus called him during the stream and he didn't realised there's a hunt which killed him

- Papyrus fucking knew, and Sans knew he knew, and Sans was angry kworog0t

- Ngl I see Sans being a Phasmophobia fan. So except him to be invested in the game more afterwards I guess

- He calls himself a great investigator and you the greatest (but sometimes starts to consider if you're a ghost too that's likes to fuck with him)

Author note : I'm sorry this took too long, school, dissociation, plus I never wrote for US and UF before so I DIDN'T KNOW where to go.

Don't worry im still planing to write more, one person requested something else and I gonna try to write it.

[bluestrawberriesss]

The lazy boys with a mentally ill S/O

This is a bit of a comfort one for myself :>

Sans (UT)

Mutt (fellswap)

Stretch (US)

Red (UF)

•—————————•

Sans

Takes time to learn about your Disorder

Sans is a smart guy so he most likely already had some grasp of it from books he read in the underground (if it’s a relatively well known disorder that is)

When you’re having and episode he gives you space if you need it and soft comfort if you forget that

He might need to take a step away if he gets overwhelmed but he always keeps and eye on you

Mutt

Mutt can relate

Sure monster anatomy doesn’t work the same as a humans

But there can be “soul defects” where monsters die to their circumstances or just chance mag have symptoms similar to a human diagnoses

Due to his time underground and the way it was he has some pretty serious trauma responses so he can’t relate in that aspect

Will try his best to provide comfort but won’t let you walk all over him

Will use his magic to keep you from hurting someone or yourself if it gets to that point

Over all is comforting but will lay boundaries for his own sake

Stretch

Considering that he came from one of the “good universes” he doesn’t have the same trauma as the fell boys

(Although he does have night terrors from the resets)

He has extreme anxiety but he’s learned to manage it relatively well

Will research healthy coping skills and triggers for your disorder

He will absolutely BODY anyone who purposely triggers you

Once he finds out about your disorder he’s a little more protective, he doesn’t baby you by any means

But he makes sure you’re safe :)

Red

He has some pretty bad soul defects from his time underground

Anger outburst, depression, paranoia and anxiety

The whole shabang

Sometimes he’s not the best if help

He panics and runs for some time leaving you alone until he figures out what to do

Which isn’t exactly the best idea

But he’s panicked and is utterly terrified of making your state worse

Asks his brother for help

Since edge was on the royal guard he’s had to deal with many monsters of different mental and emotional states

It’s close enough to human symptoms that he can provide advice

•————————•

Thank you for reading :D

My ask box is utterly dry and empty so don’t be shy !! I love people giving me ideas

-Ray

[askfallenroyalty]

im getting really off-track here and am sorry to disturb from the main storyline but im very curious what fate ralsei holds in your universe because i think? this is one of the most unique endings i saw him getting? not that ive seen much besides all of the fountains closing or rals being a villain/someone from ut partially i just wanna know how he's doing. he seemed so disappointed when leaving

oh! i can actually show it. i WANT to clean up and make the drawn comic panels i did on the dark world stream publicly available but i just never find the time for it KLFLSf it'd be a bit of an effort because i didn't know to use the webtoon feature so everything is by a LARGE folder instead of separate canvases... wild i used to work that way. hell on earth.

ok so. I WILL transcribe this comic when i do the above ^ so apologies to those who need it for now. under the cut is Ralsei's ending, minus most of the context. i want to emphasizes, THIS IS A TEMPORARY POSTING LMAO. it will be accessible and fully contextualized later

Uh. Spoilers for Darkworld Arc (the Sam's Biggest Mistake in AFR History Arc). Does it count as a spoiler if i'm a lazy ass who hasn't gotten around to cleaning this story up?

again transcript will be added in the actual release. alongside the unfinished "music" video (the audio was never composed as the vid wasn't finshed.) it has SOME merit tho.

After the Big Battle with Gaster the knight returns (is anyone surprised? no) and posseses Lancer to help give an epilogue to the kids.

(skipping ahead a little because i DO want this scene to mostly be unspoiled, even after all this time)

...apparently this is where either my tablet died again or i was burnt out after drawing for like, idk, 12 hours on stream SKFJSLDF. this is the last panel.

mwuah. a master piece.

ANYWAY. Ralsie (at this point he's been reunited with the kids at the end of the battle. i DO have art for that but i'm just going to show the aftermath)

anyway with Tazetta being crowned princess and given a fresh new life, (again, details vauge cause it's a cute scene that works best with full context) she and ralsei are set up to be new siblings -a brother and a sister!

Kris and Susie got the chance to be proper heroes to defeat Gaster (saving Ralsie in the process) so everyone's on good terms -Susie feels redeemed for attacking Feylow and Knight-Kris (Knis???), Kris got a big Hero Moment and feels validated in their ability to choose their destiny, Ralsei gets to feel the prophecy wasn't a total lie, and he's been given a full chance to live his own life now without the Knight being a turd about it

anyway with the Knight

(AGAIN trying my best not to spoil the scene (fine with talking story beats but not in detail) so deal with being out of context as possible) the knight literally ends the fight by putting gaster in a time out and deciding to become a better person for the darkner's benefit.

yeah. jeeze. really wild how chapter 2 completely recontextualized things huh.

Also, since it's been a year :grimace emoji: i can saftely say the knight is WAY out of character and way to nice and "forgivable" in this dark world. back then I was thinking: "hm, maybe the Knight can be more redeemed and once in Darkworld, they could have a change of heart :)"

yeah thats. that's WAY off the table for Angel's Lullaby as it is now. the "will they or won't they redeem themself" is still on the table but its a WAY bigger fight to accomplish (or fail) than what was depicted here, sharing Kris' SOUL or not.

I think i was just toying with the idea of the Knight's redemption to foreshadow Asriel being flowey and not believing their SOUL was real. I felt this would help justify/foreshadow why Asriel was wrong ahead of time. or something. now i just think it hurts the story by having the knight involved, it undermines that story's intentional confusion if Asriel was right or not a ton!

yeah a big reason why the DW arc was Bad was because 1) outdated for both Angel's AND deltarune LMAO 2) bad in context of Asriel's arc 3) Feylow is kinda a big mess and overly ambitious of a writing metaphor for my skill level at the time 4) litearllyyyy hate the narrative i built for frisk and ralsei and i couldn't really salvage that x-x

ANYWAY sorry for the mean tangent. hopefully this gave you some insight to Ralsei's story arc even if I didn't show the full extent of it

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

Hello! Thank you for your time making all of the requests! I'm sorry if some of mine were quite vague but I really did enjoy your writings! I may have another request to ask if you don't mind.

What would the skellies react when S/O suddenly has an asthma attack? I think it would be interesting to see UT, UF or HT brothers how they would act in this kind of situation. Sorry if it's too much again!

- 🥕

I don’t really know much about asthma attacks and don’t have time to really research it, so I kept things as vague as I could!! If I still did something wrong, don’t be afraid to tell me lol (and don’t apologise! I’m very happy to get these requests :-D)

UT + UF + HT BROS WHEN S/O HAS AN ASTHMA ATTACK

Vanilla (Undertale Sans):

Pretty calm and deals with it well. He won’t make a big deal out of this if you don’t

After the fact, he tells you to take it easy but won’t force you to relax

Cinnamon (Undertale Papyrus):

Flounders and is clumsy if he’s to help you, but it’s not that bad and he’s more helpful than most people I’d assume.

Insists you both go home/stop whatever you’re doing. He’s not about to let you die, it’s fine if you’re lazy, just this once

Red (Underfell Sans):

Dies and is resurrected (by himself) in the span of a second

What the fuck are you ok- OH SHIT IT’S AN ASTHMA ATTACK

panics

Asks Google for help because he has no idea what he’s supposed to do

Ultimately does end up helping if the asthma is bad enough, but if the attack only lasts for a really short time he won’t be any help sorry lol

At least he frets over you in a Mother Hen way after I guess?? Have fun with that

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

JDKDJRJEJEJ ?????????

Panics and doesn’t know what to do

Or, alternatively, if he doesn’t know you have asthma, looks at you weirdly and tells you you’re “BEING WEIRD”

Is barely any help

If push really comes to shove, he’ll manage to help but only barely

1/10 would not recommend

(Unless you’ve specifically instructed him on what to do, in which case 9/10 would recommend)

Dusk (Horrortale Sans):

help he’s forgotten how to- Oh he remembered nevermind

Probably a bit shaken up because humans need air to breathe what if you’d died but he’s okay

Will try to convince you to stay/go home and relax for the rest of the day

Aster (Horrortale Papyrus):

Very level-headed, knows exactly what to do.

He’s a nurse. He’s dealt with way worse things.

Makes sure you’re in good enough condition to do whatever-you’re-meant-to-be-doing (if you are doing something) and if you’re not, you are going right home Mr/Ms/Mx.

[mblue-art]

I love reading your tags. Please, ramble more. I enjoy reading the things you think!

!!! :0 aww you're so nice, anon :') are you sure about this?

bc this is going to be super long,, i hope you have time for this u_u;;

I first encountered the term ‘2p!’ when I was a young weeb in the htalia fandom (I was never in Tumblr at that time though, I think I frequented DA for my content) and was fascinated at the concept because I get it, 2P means ‘second player/player 2’ like in videogames. Their colors get inverted and also their personality.

I was confused for a while and thought ‘was there a game??’, but no, artists just drew darker/inverted versions of the characters. The alter egos. The friendly and nice ones are now cold and mean, and vice versa. They called the AU ‘2p!talia’. I guess that was my first exposure to AUs. (i think i saw a glimpse of the hzbn hotel fandom doing this recently as well? the usual red-colored characters are all in blue, just like how 2P!Dream!Sans has dark blue colors as opposed to the bright yellows of his 1P! counterpart)

(speaking of alter egos and counterparts........................... if there are any old fans of shizaya,,, talk to me LOL)

There’s the genderbending/genderbent AU, saw it in anime fandoms, where they put the labels ‘fem!’ or ‘male!’ before a character’s name, swapping genders, “what would this character look like if they looked like the opposite gender?”, stuff like that.

I don’t know how or why ppl started using the exclamation points (ex. “genderbent!” , “swap!”) thing, instead of just writing “swap __ , fem __” but I think the “!” does make it seem more organized, if that makes sense?

And thennn here I am in the UT fandom around 2016-‘17, remembering that AUs are a Thing in Fandoms: ‘woah there’s an edgy version of this character, like 2P! (2p is more like an Opposite/Inverted AU now that I think about it)’ ‘woah there’s a swapped version! Cool!’ ‘YO SWAPFELL? NICE’ ‘oh god there’s so many AUs now holy crap-‘

I did kinda dip out of the fandom for some time, but when I came back (surprise, surprise, it was Deltarune that pulled me back in......... and also maybe Vade’s comic dub of that Mafiafell comic) and had to familiarize myself with the AUs once again, I noticed the abundance of Sanscest ships that aren’t the main 4 AUs. More content for my multishipper heart lmao

Like for example. The UTMV part of the fandom. Underverse being the inspiration(??) for content like Nightmare’s Gang, the Star Sanses- I really love how the community made them different yet similar despite being Sanses? It’s just so fun to think about!

(I would love to draw a visual to accompany this, but I am... lazy......... bear with me I’ll try to make this section as short as possible)

We have the base- OG Sans Undertale. Classic, lazy, stinky boneman.

Swap!/US!Sans is, obviously, a swapped alternate. Energetic Sans, a bouncing ball of sunshine, has the Papyrus traits while still being a Sans. Cool Blue.

Both Nightmare and Dream, although not born as skeleton monsters, were transferred into skeleton bodies (their mother apparently looked at a random AU and saw US!Sans and took his image?? I think that’s how it went, correct me if im wrong).

Cross was also?? derived from US!Sans?? A lot of people said he was a US!Sans and I’ve just accepted it-

the thing is i think US!Sans has this boyish, anime charm to him, and having that same kinda feel for NM, Dream, & Cross??? BRUH

the apple twins are obviously different already, even though they look like Sans (yo,, the ‘mwehehe’ laugh headcanon tho,,, love that). they have their own charms, some fanart gives me prince-y vibes even (or king for NM bc, ykno)

and Cross,,, oh lord why is he cute. why is he charming. why is he different he’s literally a Sans- like what, he inherited the swap!sans charm??? Is that what’s happened here?? IM NOT A SIMP I SWEAR- but Cross,, he’s babey,,, do you get what i’m feeling here

Ink and Error? Chaotic immortals. Similar kinda deal with the twins. Although I do love the fact that Error was a Geno previously. Makes good angst ideas for their ships :]

Haha and then you go to Nightmare’s other boys.

Murder trio- Killer, Dust, Horror. All starting out as Classic Sanses and spiraled down into their own horrifying respective timelines.

Have I mentioned I love the found family trope going on with Nightmare’s Gang?? They might be the Bad Sanses, but they still care for eachother, and I love that so much actually. I love that they can get into funny shenanigans and I live for that (that bad sanses shitpost blog? i love that blog btw). Nightmare being the tired dad looking at his rowdy boys messing shit up in the castle again. Are they gently bullying teasing Cross? Seems like a normal day. He’ll benefit from the negativity at least. He’s too old for this. (lmao boomer)

And for the Strawberry!NM thing, he's either made for the strawberry flavor aesthetic, a 2P! alternate of NM, both, or some other reason I didn't know.

[peasofgreeniguess]

How would any of the skeletons react to their S/O having a dog? More specifically like a big dog

mmmmm doggos- 

i will see what i can do.

UT PAPYRUS: he likes dogs actually, just not small dogs. when you told him you have a dog he immediately asks for pup pictures, he and you fawn over your pupper and they are practically your child. he knits little hats and shirts for them and let me tell you that dog is spoiled to hell.

UT SANS: he is meh about dogs, or that is what he tells you. he says that “dogs are to hyper for me. im to lazy for that” but you having a dog isnt a deal breaker for him. soon you find him on the couch with your dog sleeping together or watching some tv. he feeds them paps pasta before he got it to be edible. soon sans and your dog are bonded for life.

US PAPYRUS: he likes big dogs, he likes to stop and pet any dogs that he happens to see, his favorite dog is those big mop dogs. he likes to come over with the most random and crazy dong costumes for you pet. hot dogs, fire fighter, ice cream worker. a n y t h i n g. your dog hates him for it but that cant stop stretches costume adventures.

US SANS: he is actually alergic to dogs, not to bad but it makes him sneeze and get a runny nose. in his opinion dogs are just another pet, he perfers birds but he loves you so he will love your dog. but on the other hand your dog is obsessed with blue, he is always under his feet and begging for attention. how he combats this is he sits the pup down and gives it a stern talking to, “NOW YOU CANNOT TRIP ME ALL DAY, I HAVE WORK TO DO AND I CANNOT PAY ALL MY ATTENTION TO YOU. YOUR OWNER NEEDS LOVE TO AND SOMETIMES WE DON’T WANT YOU TO JUMP ON US WHEN WE ARE CANOODLEING!!” 

UF PAPYRUS: He things dogs are cool, he loves dog shows. They just looks so distinguished and he enjoys the little details they work into the rutene. your dog is not that. your dog is wild and papyrus is determined to at least stop the barking at 3 am. He trains your dog to not bark but anything else is a no go. your dog is as stubborn as a mule, but secretly he admires the commitment to not obeying anything he says. 

UF SANS: he likes dogs, your dogs is cool, he doesn't really care about pets to much... he just loves you

SF PAPYRUS: HE LOVES DOGS AND HE LOVES YOUR DOG!!!! this man adores your dog and he is always with them. he takes them on walks makes him his own treats and even made a instagram for them! and its blowing up!! he loves puppers and you and the dog are his favorite things next to his brother

SF SANS: he likes that you have a big dog, he likes the idea that he can have something to protect you when he is at work. he asks to to give him a healthy diet so they can be strong and healthy, he even takes them to a training class so they can protect you. He really does care for you and your dog.

[howggswouldreact]

🌈 How would married life with Dami be like 🌈

it all started with a joke

you both passed in front of a bridal shop and, through the glass in the shop window, your reflection fit perfectly in one of those dresses behind

"when we get married, you will have to wear a suit. i don't take 'no' for an answer", you said, jokingly

but Yoobin knew you and knew that your joke had a taste of truth

and when she was going to drop you off at your apartment, she asked you to marry her

no ring nor anything fancy

only a heart that was wide open and completely surrendered to yours

"i don't take 'no' for an answer", she said, jokingly.

"besides 'yes' what else could i say? of course! sure! and absolutely!"

everyone was happy with the news of the wedding and there were those who said that it took you both so so soooo long cof Bora cof

you forced her to wear a suit at the wedding, just like you said she should do, and she gladly accepted it

traditional but small wedding, only for those friends and family members you both knew that were really happy for you

the honeymoon had the perfect style for you: backpacking around east asia, looking for the most famous music festivals

having a lot of fun together and getting to know music of new artists and new cultures as well

and when you got home, it was like every day was a festival

after all, you started to enjoy the days as Yoobin's wife...

since you met at a festival, going to everysingleoneofthem in the city became something of your culture

and although it was the "theme" of your honeymoon, you wanted to change it a little bit

now you went to any kinds of festivals

(food, culture, cinema, etc.)

married life hasn't changed much between you, but there is a sense of togetherness greater than before

Yoobin always talks to you about her insecurities, fears and sadness

you are her eternal safe haven, the place where she feels at peace

and the same goes to you when it comes to her

everything is mutual in this marriage, especially love and respect

except when it comes to her clothes

you steal her clothes all the damn time

and the more she realizes it, the more your wardrobe is not divided anymore, in any way: before the left side was hers and the right side was yours

now it all became one

"everything that is yours is mine now. just... deal with it", you say

she just smiles

it's not like she's complaining. she l o v e s to see you wearing her clothes

and what can you do if she is completely stylish?

you think she's fashionable even when she's wearing pajamas

sometimes, when she wants something, she does aegyo

and it surprises you like a punch in the stomach because it happens out of nowhere

(and it's a punch of love, of course)

you buy all her photocards so she feels like she’s living with the #1 yoobin utted

(and here's a little secret: she is living with the number 1 biggest - and luckiest - yoobin utted)

every now and then you help her with the creative process involving writing

and you make a research for ways to stimulate her creativity

Yoobin finds it charming, she loves the way you’re always willing to help her with every single thing

and she ends up writing about you

before you both go to work, you always say bye to her with a bite on her cheek and a slow kiss on her lips

she complains about the bites but secretly loves them

after the wedding, you became even closer to your mother-in-law

which makes Yoobin very happy and in complete comfort when the 3 of you are together

buuuut what she enjoys the most is going out with you

even short trips to neighboring towns

that way, Yoobin creates unique memories with you

and for some reason, you think the wedding gets more colorful with that

Yoobin doesn't like to make your life or your wedding public

but now and then, in interviews or vlives, she let's your name come from her lips

same about your nicknames

or she even tells something about your routine in a very natural way

and it's just adorable

she is the cutest human being

sex with your wife Dami:

she knows exactly how to use her hands

her kisses are voracious

with hungry hands roaming your body, their favorite food

enjoys lazy sex

enjoys every slow moment with you

as if she owns the time and use it as you both please

and Yoobin uses you as she pleases

of course she has permission to do so

of all the things you love that she does to your body, masturbation is your favorite

the way she masturbates you is soooo slow that you swear that any next and minimun touch of her fingers on your body is the purest ecstasy

she's addicted to the way you suck her

so when she gives that little smile pulling you by the back of your neck, you already know what she's asking for

after sex is a moment immersed in a comfortable silence

sometimes you wear her shirt (when she sets you free from her arms)

caressing each other for a long moment...

time is yours and the two of you use it as you please.

[wornoutmouse]

Im making this gender neutral cause I feel like I did pretty damn good here. And it had a bit of a fairytale ending but I couldn't figure how else to tie it up prettily

Also tried of tumbler adding gaps to all the paragraphs when i copy and paste from docs to here so y'all just gonna have to deal. this fic is way too damn long for me to fix it like i normally do

Also i went over the aparent limit so just look for the words "pt2" in green for the extension

Letting go is one of the hardest things one can do. But understanding why you had to let go is harder.

You and Izuku knew each other for the longest time. Hell you were the one that lifted him back up when Bakugou knocked him down. So why…. Why after all that were you not good enough?

He never said you weren't, he'd never do that. But the worthlessness you felt as you watched her hand him a love letter. You thought, he won't accept, afterall she's one of the many girls and guys that had confessed since the beginning of U.A. Hell you were surprised Ochaco even had the guts to confess.

But the small blush and smile that overcame his face as he finished reading the letter, was one you've never seen before. In that moment you wished you'd decline coming with him for support.

The sick feeling in your stomach grew larger as they hugged each other tightly. That sickness translated into a smile when he looked back at you.

From then on, your sunny disposition was a fabrication of what once was. You didn't hate her, you even saw the appeal, having the slightest crush on her as well. You just hated that he chose her. Was the years of companionship worthless?

As the two grew closer, you grew farther and buried yourself in training and school work. Days went by, months, and by the time graduation came, you were all 3rd years.  You and Deku had become nothing more than aquaintences.

The others tried to stop your descent into isolation, Including you in everything they did, ut it wasn't the same.

"Hey Y/n." You wiped your sweat with the towel around your neck. You'd been at it for most of the day and had shed most of your clothes. Izuku was dressed casual for once and looked gorgeous in the setting sun.

"Yes Midoriya?" Ouch. When did you start calling him that? You couldn't quite remember. Deku looked over the trees, green hair blowing with fall wind. "You know we haven't hung out in a while." You took a drink of water as you sat on a fallen log. "Oh really?" 

That came out harsher than needed and you both knew it. "Since we are graduating tomorrow, I was wondering if you would join us for once as a last farewell. 

You didn't miss the undertone in the last comment. Deku watched in silence as you put your tank top back on. "I don't think I can make it."

Izuku's fists clenched as he glared at the floor. "Why?" You eyed his fists,"I have other things to do." Deku scoffed, "Give me a break, school is over what more do you have to do?!" "More important stuff than partying."

There was a change in the air and at the last minute, you jumped back as Deku's foot slammed down in the floor causing a sizable crater. "Stop lying Y/N! What could you possibly have to do that's more important than hanging out with your friends?! Don't you understand that this is the last time we'll have this much free time to see each other!?"

A small smirk crawled onto your face. 'Still a crybaby huh?'  tears trailed down Deku's face as he looked at you, "We haven't talked in years y/n." You would not break, this was for the best, you would not fall back into this cycle. "We talked this morning." "Hello is not a conversation y/n"

"What do you want me to do then Izuku?" 

Nothing, just like you expected. "Listen Deku, Sometimes, people grow apart and..." You have to take a deep breath, cause if you don't you'd break all over again. "Sometimes we just have to accept it." 

Izuku says nothing more and leaves, heartheavy. During the party,  Izuku spent his time with Uraraka, both day-dreaming about their future, though Izuku wasn't as engaged as he usually was. You sat alone in the common room, looking down at the feastivities below. Mr. Aizawa was the only one who noticed.

As a pro hero you stayed in a moderate range in regards to popularity. About the same level that Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods used to be. 

Watching Bakugou and Midoriya's ranking teeter back and forth like hot potato was amusing as the fiery blond would call you to complain since he knew you would simply listen.

Your love life was non-existent besides the occasional fling with a cute chick at a bar or a himbo™ at the local gym. You weren't looking for anything sold anyways and that was not only due to your hero work, but because no one peaks your interests.

The gang of course flocked together in regards to their love lives. Kaminari and Jiro were finally a thing. Momo and Todoroki were dropping hints to each other but they are both a bunch of oblivious bimbos and that is not going to change anytime soon. 

Tsu and surprisingly Mineta prefered the bachelor life and worked hard on building their teams. You were greatly surprised when Mineta asked you to come to his house and genuinely asked your opinion on trainees. 

Unlike the rest, Mina, Kirishima and Bakugou, were trying to figure out the ins and outs of a poly relationship. Bakgou of course being the word if reason as the other two goofed around.

 All was in its place as you all conformed to your new adult lives. You had no faint clue where the other boys were besides Kouji's and Satou's engagement.

It was a Thursday evening when you walked into your condo, shuffling through your mail until a white envelope with gold trimming for your attention. 

You are invited….

Of course how could you forget Deku and Uraraka. When was the last time you saw those two? Most likely the last day of school. How the hell did they get your address?

You tossed the envelope on the couch and walked to your kitchen to get a bottle of wine. You spent that evening drinking the petty thoughts away, altering between cursing Ochako, to reminiscing on how they were truly a match made in heaven.

By 4 in the evening, you were beyond tipsy and could barely stand to answer the door when the bell rung. 

"Whatdoya want Midoriya?" You said, leaning a little too far to the left. Deku looked at you with concerned eyes. "Are you drunk y/n?" Your roll your eyes and turn around, walking back into your home. "What does it look like?" 

You slump on the couch as Deku walks throughout your home. He was alot bigger  than you remembered. His curly green hair was almost touching your ceiling as he looked at your disheveled body.

"I'm just here to make sure you got my invitation." You tug the envelope from where it fell between the cushion and wavs it in front of your face. Izuku acknowledged it as he sat down, "Well are you coming?"

You shrugged your shoulders as you reach for your glass. Izuku tried to take it away and you smack his hand. Even though you could taste the unresolved tension, you wanted to make things a bit lighter. "I don't know deku, what's the theme? If it's green then I can't come, you know that clashes with my complexion."

He doesn't laugh, not even a smile. Oh well not your problem. The bottle is empty much to your disappointment as you held the opening over your mouth. Deku sits there, fists on his knees as he makes a conflicted face. "How many bottles have you drunk?"

You slap his back, slightly impressed that his solid form didn't move. "Oh calm down worry wort!" A lazy grin comes over your face and a teasing tone slips into your voice. "I'm not an alcoholic...mmm, yet."

You both sat in silence, Deku swirling in his own emotions for  seeing you this way. You looked completely fine on the surface but he knew you better. They all knew you better. Bakugou's weekly gossip visits were nothing more than a check on your personal health.  Even Mineta had to pitch in.

"Hey Deku?" You looked off into thin air as you spoke but Izuku hung off your every word. 

"Can you kiss me?"

Deku didn't mean to stand up the way he did. You didn't react, you expected it if anything. "Y/n, you know I can't do that. Why would you even ask!?" You rubbed your eyes to rid yourself of the smallest threat of tears. You weren't an emotional drunk and you weren't going to start being one now.

"Mm just thought that if you did, maybe I could get over this fuzzy feeling in ma'chest." Deku blushed, from what you. didn't know, but you did notice how he sat back next to you, closer than before. "If I do…..will you come?"

I was going to come either way idiot

"I'll think about it."

Your lidded eyes picked up on the smallest movements and you shivered as Izuku held your chin between his fingers. The kiss was gentle and nothing more than a simple press. You would have been fine with that, that's all you wanted. What you weren't expecting was for Deku to continue.

You could feel your chest flair with the familiar discomfort of things being out of your control. His rough hands came home to your face as he deepened the kiss. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and he took that chance to delve deeper.

No

You pushed him away and stood. You both looked at each other, darkened eyes and veins fluttering with adrenaline. "Why?" you whispered, voice betraying you as it cracked. Izuku held his fist over his heart where you pushed him. "I..I did what you asked." You shook your head.

No, no this is wrong

Izuku stands up and tries to console you. The words that left his lips unrecognizable.

It's over isn't it?

"Y/n calm down please and let's talk." You put your hands over your ears. "You're so selfish." You wheezed. Why was the room getting darker?

It's over isn't it?

Strong hands grip your arms and you scrape them off. "Get out."

You won and he chose you

As a last resort, Deku tries to kiss you again, holding you close back your lower back, even daring to nibble your lips as he pulls away. "Y/n can you please focus!?" Why was he making it worse? You are not a home wrecker!!

And he loves you so he's gone

Izuku helplessly watched you fall into your own thoughts as you gripped the wall so hard your knuckles turned white. 

It's over isn't it?

You blindly stumble into your room and close the door, falling against it.

Why can't I move on?

Izuku tested his forehead against the door, trying to listen for any sign of life, even a heart beat. On the other side you fall into a dreamless sleep.

War and Glory

It rained on their wedding day. And in the worst way possible or made the ceremony even more beautiful as light drops of water tangled itself in Uraraka's veil. 

The pictures were to die for and so was the food. "Y/n come on, take a picture with me!" You sip some champagne and prepare yourself for your sin  free facade as you walk over to the new bride.

Her dress was gorgeous yet modest, one would confuse this gathering for a party since you were forced to wear white  with her and Deku despite you explaining  how weddings worked.

You kneeled to adjust to her height as she held the camera the highest she could. "You want me to do it?"  You took the phone and held it above you. Ochaco pouted as you dwarfed her and gripped her small hands on the front of your clothes.

She smelt of strawberry's and soap. 

Reinvention

Before you could pull away, she tugged your down as she came to whisper in your ear. "I know." She pulled away with the same small smile she wore since the day began. Your face mirrored one of fright and she quickly noticed.

She raised her hands in surrender as she tried to calm you down. "Hey what's that face for, it's fin-" you flinched as she reached out to touch you. Backing up, you ran into Deku who quickly held onto you to prevent you from falling.

You do your best to calmly untangle yourself from him, but subsequently jumping away as if you were on fire. The newly weds shared a look and you shivered as they both narrowed their eyes at you. Focused the same way they were when on a mission.

Fusion

Walking through the crowd of fans and distant family was no hard feat as you headed to the hotel the wedding was taking place behind. The two followed you and you tried your damnedest not to simply run.

You had almost made it out conservation free but Deku's hand quickly slapped on the side of the door before you could close it and he forced his way in as a limping Ochaco followed behind. "Come on Y/N, these heels are uncomfortable!" 

You could feel tears falling down your face as you backed away from the two. It wasn't out of fear, but shame. Shame that you had feelings for your friend. Shame that you kissed a taken and engaged man. Shame that his  wife knew.

"Y/n calm down it's fine, I don't mind!" You looked at her with confusion and bristled as Deku came closer. "I told her the day after it happened." You focus on Ochaco, preparing yourself for any physical attacks the small woman might deem necessary. "I'm sorry Ochaco, I-I didn't mean for it t-to happen."

Anger at the memory filled your brain and you almost didn't notice small hands taking hold of yours.

Her attention

"It's okay Y/N." Ochaco smiled warmly at you, bringing your hands to her lips as she kissed them gently. "I don't mind, infact this was the goal for a long time." You look at Deku for some coherent conversation, "What is she talking about."

Izuku blushed, "We've been trying to get your attention since highschool. We knew how you felt and didn't mind you joining us like Kachan, Kiri, and Mina." A steely gaze with the power of Aizawa's death glare, casted over Izuku's face, "But you kept running."

Ochaco waved her hands to divert the sudden hostile energy. "Anyways, we were planning on announcing it at the flower toss." Ochaco reached into her bussom and pulled out a small jewelry case. Inside it held a silver ring, strikingly similar to the one she now wore on her left hand.

"I know we really haven't got to get to know each other that well. And I know your feelings don't lie for me but, if you would like…" Deku gingerly plucked the ring from Uraraka's hands and the both lowered to their knees. (Ochaco with more effort as the fluff of her dress almost tipped her over)

Oop looks like i went over the limit?

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Can you do UT!Sans reacting to his S/O coming home from their job as a barista after dealing with Karens all day and one of the Karens threw their coffee at them..?

He knows your home when he hears is the aggravated scream and the sound of keys hitting the floor. “Babe?” He peeks around the corner. You were a mess. Your uniform was crumpled, a large coffee stain on your chest, and your hair was going in every direction imaginable. You let out an angry sob and sink to the floor, face growing redder by the second.

 “Woah, buddy.” He’s next to you in an instant, kicking your keys out of the way to sit beside you. “Has it bean a bad day for you?” Despite the joke, his tone is soft and comforting, only making the tears pour from your eyes even more. “I’m so sick of people, Sans!” You shout into your hands. “So it was a bad day then?” He pulls you against his side and you go slack. “Yeah...” He hums, rubbing your back slightly. “Well, you’re home now.” He says. 

“Why don’t you go take a shower, put on some pajamas or something and you can tell me all about it. I’ll even put on a movie, pop some popcorn. You know, the works.” You finally pull your face from your hands and he gets a look look at your tear-stained, snot-covered face. “You actually doing things? I don’t believe it.” You joked, wiping your nose on your sleeve. “Hey, it’s snot a problem for me. I’ll do anything for the one person I like a latte.” 

You snort, rolling your eyes and punching his arm lightly. “Oh my gosh, stop. Fine. I’ll go change.” You get up, heading into the bathroom to change. Sans watches you walk away for a second before teleporting into the kitchen, grabbing a bag of popcorn, and tossing it in the microwave. The perfect snack for someone lazy like himself. He grabs one of the bigger bowls you both have and dumps the freshly popped popcorn into it. Nice.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, freshly showered and in your favorite comfy clothes, he’s already on the couch, popcorn bowl in his lap. “There you are.” He says, patting the spot next to him on the sofa. “Come join me.” You plop down next to him, snuggling into his side. “Gladly.” You sigh. He wraps an arm around you and pushes the popcorn bowl closer to you. “So, was it another Karen?” You shove a hand in the popcorn bowl and bring the popcorn to your mouth. 

“Yes! It was like friggin’ Karen central! ‘Oh, I asked for soy, not almond. I WANT A REFUND’. Like, newsflash, you actually didn’t even clarify and got huffy with me when I asked, so I had to guess! ARGH-” You angrily shove popcorn in your mouth. “And then ANOTHER woman comes in asking for a MILKSHAKE! We don’t even serve milkshakes! So I ask her if she wants a coffee, she doesn’t want coffee she wants a milkshake- So of course the manager comes over and the lady agrees to take a mocha frappe, right?” You’re motioning with your hands as you talk, making him smile. “And when it doesn’t taste like a milkshake, she throws it at me- I just-” You stop yourself, taking a deep breath. “I guess I’m just glad to be home now....”

He plants a kiss on your temple and leans his head against yours. “Well, it’s all over now. Those Karens, Lindas, Susans...whatever, can’t bother you now.” He jokes, eating a handful of popcorn himself. He uses his magic to gently place a blanket around both of you as he picks up the remote. “How about we watch stupid rom-coms until we fall asleep?” You give him a small smile. “That sounds nice.” 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Hello! Hope you're having a nice day or night! If i can request a match up-

I like to cook, dance and clean! Tho sometimes i can be very ignorant naive and lazy to the point where nothing interests me at all- my favorite food is mac and cheese- i love cats (i own one- his names Quincy). My biggest pet peeve is probably when people chew loudly and have no manners whatsoever and when no one closes the gosh darn door when they leave my room- a dealbreaker for me would probably be ignoring me for the whole day for no reason and then getting mad at me for it. It also takes very much time to impress me (i have very high standards T~T). I can be a drama queen at times too- i get dramatic over the smallest things. Um- that's it i think- honestly I'm lame aF but eH-

Last one today :D I'll continue tomorrow.

It was a very close one too! In the other choices you could have had, there was UT Papyrus, Toriel and Grillby, HT Papyrus and Toriel and Disbelief!Papyrus :D

But none of them could deal with our lord maniac drama queen, which is...

UNDERFELL PAPYRUS (EDGE) !

A classic choice for a classy person.

Obviously, Edge loves to cook and to clean. He is even very strict on this, and someone who is actually like him and like that is pretty rare. He's not exactly a dancer, but he knows his classic and he is almost good (except when he's stepping on your feet.)

He's fine with ignorance, since he likes to teach you new things, it helps him feel powerful. Even if he doesn't have any idea what he's saying either. He uses big words so he's sure it might sound clear in the end. He likes your naivity because he can play with it, always gently, but sometimes, you know, he might be playful. He has more difficulties with the lazy part, but if he survived his brother, he can survive you.

Mac and cheese are not his favorite, but he's ok with it and want to help you make the recipe more original. However, the two of you loves cats. It would help if you stop bringing stray cats at home now.

He is highly deranged by rude manners, like chewing loudly or leaving doors open. The two of you are traumatising poor Red that is so scared of you he doesn't want to visit anymore.

Your dealbreaker is his too. Edge much prefers talk things out. He hates being ignored, because he knows he can be a bit rough sometimes, but he has difficulties to see why. Talking is a way to help him get more soft over time. He learns of his mistakes.

You will probably take a long time to seduce each other since you are both terrible tsunderes that want to be impress first to engage. Someone might need to push you towards each other first.

And of course, Edge is a big drama queen, and he is overeacting all the time other little things, so now there's two of you. Nightmare fuel.

Edge seems clearly the best candidate to me, and he's very loyal too!

[themsource]

Y'know I have always had a love for Roger Rabbit and the world setup, and seeing the new trailers for Chip N' Dale reminded me of an old WIP idea I had outlined but never got around to writing.

It was called Pixelville.

(Rant Idea below the cut)

A story centered of course on a Sans/Reader concept it was set to take place in modern day several years after the Roger Rabbit movie, but with key elements from the book incorporated into it like speech bubbles and doppelgangers.

You'd have Toontown where all the hand drawn characters lived, Pixelville for videogame originated characters, and finally CGcity for all the movie and TV show original characters resided.

There was the idea of characters being able to adapt abilities granted to them depending on how large thier following was and the shared fanon concept about it. Like Sans having a massive UT fanbase that supports the idea of ecto, he'd be able to form ecto biological parts for exsample. (I was going to include that and he was simply going to find it hilarious) And I thought about AU inclusion and how characters could take on that persona and form at will, heck even use it for when they summoned a dopple!

Anyways, the Chip N' Dale trailer mentioned a CG surgery, and that got my gears turning.

What if the characters could all get One Time surgeries to change thier form? Like a Toon wants to be Pixeled? Or a Pixel Toon'd etc? And then it started giving me thoughts about how CGcity is like the ultra popular spot for peeps to want to live at, but there's decriminalization and requirements like you have to have gotten a movie or TV show deal and had gotten a surgery to make you CG to move there? And like Toontown is legit for the old money OG characters to live at from comic strip/book era, and Pixelville was more of a nuetral area were basically anyone could live, given already that not all residents came originally from videogames but videogames did come from toons and characters?

Anyways, I thought of like Papyrus having moved to CGcity with Undyne, the both of them having been granted a TV workout show and such. Sans being the lazy bumpkin he is was content living in Pixelville with Toriel, Asgore, and Frisk.

Reader was gonna be a cop, the great granddaughter of detective Valiant who was assigned a case around this new drug called Smoke.

Smoke was something that could hypnotize Toons/Piexels/CGs into doing whatever the user wished, all while memory wiping them once the effects wore off and all making them an addict to it. (Yeah an addiction to something they had no memory of, perfect angst) and Reader got assigned this case due to her grandfather's legacy of the great DIP bust of '98, which Reader was going to be bitter about that due to how she disliked Eddie's legacy. (She doesn't like anyone working outside the law which great grandpa did a lot, this was going to slowly be chipped at during the course of the story)

Sans was gonna end up being Reader's "Roger" basically, conviently showing up at unexpected locations (a fanbase ability) Reader just happened to be at until finally Reader accepted that they were for some reason stuck together.

Sans was going to be able to use his voice, (along with all fanbase accents if he wanted) instead of being dependent on speech bubbles - or in the case of pixels of which he is one- text boxes. (He was still gonna use the boxes but Reader was gonna convince him to speak, and lazy him was gonna do his in-game chatter but the meaning would translate for those he wanted understanding him)

It was going to be a slowburn, text boxes instead of turning to dust like speech bubbles were going to glitch out, etc.

I had/have so many thoughts and ideas on it, but my hands are full with so many things right now I just wanted to rant about the concept for a minute. Because IDK if I'll ever get to writing it XD