#evil king!sans

[broomiepen]

Recently saw this au and I can't stop thinking of it

And I missed fran birthday too TvT

Swapfell (snow white) by @fransfanatic

[vanglaggle]

my nightmare would absolutely loathe canon nightmare btw

[itz-lauryz]

The king 🛐

Nightmare Sans belongs to @/jokublog

[sci-bax]

Yall ive drawn Starlo 15 times in the last 7 hours am i cooked

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

From a FAKE rented cottage at the San Ysidro Ranch in Santa Barbara, CA, Harry told his good global therapist:

"Meg gives me my space."

Why wasn't the good doctor allowed to meet at their massive Montecito Olive Garden SPACE?

Byrony was allowed to conduct their interview in the so called, "guest house" (as Sparry hung family photos on the wall). Afterwards she was rewarded to step foot across the threshold of the REAL "mansion" to observe and testify to the UK of the "normal" family living behind their very own security wall.

How much "space" does a spouse need? Anderson, Bradbury, Variety and even NOoprah were denied entrance to Casa de Montecito.

With so many "lemon trees," The Meghans still PAID a HOTEL to stage:

pandemic zoom calls & interviews

BLM & pro Biden Bench speeches

40th bday juggling act

chatting with teenagers

AGT (except the meghans who have zero talent)

Spotify Spots

magazine photoshoot & interviews

The very fake mockumentary megflop soap opera filmed inside various rented hotel cottages, on rented benches

All 1 hour away from Montecito at Santa Barbara's San Ysidro Ranch for megflix.

The Meghans still expect Americans to think it's normal to request discounts at a NYC hotel while suing his grandmother's government for (FREE) tax payer funded security.🧐

How convenient for megs that everytime she moved to a new country or city, her self titled "gay husband," Mr. Markus Anderson (former Soho House Bus Boy) chose to relocate to live w/her or near her

La->NYC

NYC->Toronto

Toronto->London

London->California

In LA, Meg was known as a serial celesbian to the stars. So how did Sparry & Eugenie become bffs with Omit's former gutter guyfriend, the infamous Markus Anderson?

Does MA's influence on the young BRF begin with Misha NooNoo and her friendship with Yorkie Eugenie? It would make sense that Eugenie, was the easy workaround to Sparry. What about all the photos of the York family posing, Sarah included, with sleazy Ron Burkle🤮😖😳

Of course Sparry preferred to party at Soho House instead of working on his character flaws. No coincidence that on more than 1 occasion, Sparry was videotaped pinching or sucking the nipples of male friends & male strangers.

Over the past 12-24 months we've seen Sparry become more effeminate in his motions, walk, speech, and who can forget seeing Sparry rub the back of his male partner as they enter his alleged personal man cave.

According to Caitlyn Jenner:

"supposedly they have a place in LA"

and Harry spends his free time in San Francisco. Is it any wonder Thirsty Tyler Perry who has his own skeletons declared he doesn't want love if it isn't The Meghans kind of love.🙄

Meghan, Markus & Dorito have made all of Sparry's dreams come true.

Dear Sparry, I hope finding your freedom & freebies in CA with your new "friends" was worth the price of your soul. By the way, it's not.

Meghan must feel like she can finally see a light at the end of her failed attempt to destroy the BRF via Sparry. In the end, it was the Queen of England who accurately SUSSed out the heart of Rachel Meghan Markle: an interloper who repaid good with evil.

[xmoonlapse--vertigox]

My take on the draw your comfort chars like this thingy--

They probably wouldn't get along too well lol

[akkivee]

sasara miss universe………………………..

[niexs-sxein]

All hale the King of negativity

[Nightmare belongs to @jokublog]

Which sans should I draw next?

[phoenixfire7894]

One of my favorite things about Tgcf is that, canonically, Hua Cheng would be represented by a fox. Truly the most accurate animal I can think of, so good on you mxtx. And, one thing about foxes is that they sound like they’re giggling when excited (Google it, it’s adorable).

Now, picture this, AU where Hua Cheng appears as a fox to Xie Lian instead of his original San Lang skin. Imagine Xie Lian just traveling around with a fox following after him who gets into mischief just to make Xie Lian smile.

Also, this fox just passive aggressively laughing at people. Like, Mu Qing and Feng Xin are insisting that this little fox Xie Lian picked up is some evil ghost king or whatever and Xie Lian is like “guys, he’s a fox, calm down.” And then he scoops up the fox and walks in the other direction while the fox looks over his shoulder back at them, and starts snickering.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[littlestpersimmon]

When ppl talk about the "banality of evil" its often about how boring the system that upholds imperialism is, but it's also how evil is commonplace, an ingredient to the cement that builds the foundation of the imperial core. You read about what the IOF is doing to Palestinians and yet fail to realize that American soldiers were doing the same things in the Philippines in 1902 during the american occupation, which is still not recognized as a genocide to this day. You think about Congo today but don't realize that a hundred years ago within the same land, the king of Belgium would cut off the hands of natives if they didn't collect and extract enough rubber, and its not much different when you replace"rubber" with "cobalt", "Belgian king" with "American oligarch".. the world immediately, utterly feels godless. One war seamlessly transitioning into another. How can there be so much grief for something as ordinary as a component to something I am literally holding in my hands right now. How can you make sense of that.

In the Philippines, there is a legend that says that the sturdiest, strongest buildings are constructed using the blood of a thousand children. The most prominent structure to remember this legend by, was a bridge called "Tulay ng San Juanico", built by none other than Philippine Dictator Ferdinand Marcos, who is renowned to this day by his record of unfathomable human rights abuse. San Juanico Bridge stands, used for commute in the daily lives of filipino civilians under the shadow of the empire, in an all consuming, impenetrable and unbearable mundanity. You can find 20, 45, a hundred, a million people who are kind, but at the same time I think about how so many of these kind people walk this earth without thought or personal responsibility, completely and totally unwilling to lose an iota of comfort and convenience, without once stopping to think, what do they owe the next coming generation, the ones that are still here, and the ones nameless and buried in this world's wreckage, in the necessity of its evil.

[cheeseanonioncrisps]

Been thinking about Puss in Boots: The Last Wish and what makes Death the Wolf such an effective villain, and like… character design and voice acting is certainly doing a lot there, don't get me wrong, but I think there's something else at play.

Death is the most terrifying character in Puss in Boots, because he's the only one playing the genre straight.

The premise of the Shrek films has always been that they're normal, modern people living in wacky fairytale land.

The evil king uses his magic mirror as a dating app. The fairy godmother uses business cards to contact her clients. Her workers consider unionising over their lack of dental plan.

Puss in Boots 1 kinda broke the mould in that— while there are plenty of modern elements to how the characters act and how their world works— it's more specifically intended to be characters from the world Zorro living in wacky fairytale land. But the point still stands.

The aim of the Shrek films and spin-offs is to subvert common fairytale tropes for comedic effect. What if the princess fell for the ogre? What if Prince Charming was an entitled dick? What if Goldilocks teamed up with the three bears and started a crime family?

But Death? Death, for the most part, isn't playing that game.

No character questions why he doesn't just kill Puss outright. There are no gags about him being inconvenienced by Jack Horner losing so many men. Nobody makes any self-aware fourth wall breaking jokes about why he bothers with the whole whistling thing.

We all know why he does the whistling thing. It's the same reason why Little Red Riding Hood has to go through the whole "what big eyes/ears/teeth you have, Grandma" rigamarole. The same reason why the wolf takes care to knock before blowing the little pigs' houses down.

The Wolf is scary because he's the only actual fairytale creature in this entire setting. He's not bound by rules of logic or common sense, or his own will, he's bound by the narrative.

And that's also why he backs down at the end.

The first time he and Puss fight, in the bar, Puss is arrogant. The second time, in the Cave, Puss is scared out of his wits. It's the third time, on the wishing star, that Puss learns his lesson. Of course the Wolf backs down after that! The rules say he has to.

But, on another level, there is also the issue of Puss realising that he wants more from his life than just to be a legend.

They say "legends never die", but the most famous part of any given legend tends to be the story of how the hero finally bites the dust.

And "he was such a great fighter that Death himself had to kill him off, personally!" is just the sort of ending that would fit the legend Puss has constructed around himself. In a sense, the Wolf is giving Puss exactly what he proclaims to want— the chance to go down in history.

Puss realising he doesn't want that anymore is the catalyst for sending the Wolf away. Through his own egotistical and reckless attitude, he turned himself into a story and thus summoned a narrative device. Only by choosing to value his life over the legend is he able to escape that trap.

The Wolf's defeat is both the natural ending of the story that he and Puss have been playing out since the film began, and a rejection of the natural ending to the story Puss has been telling about himself since he first became the hero of San Ricardo.

[in-kaeya-we-thrust]

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉthis is a little request its a evil cycle iruma x reader if you don't mind🥲

So i just wanted to ask if you could do evil cycle iruma x reader that's is the most sensitive person in the Netherworld and clingness and the whole school is already praying for reader safety when their with evil cycle iruma 🥲 and when making reader cry during the evil cycle iruma makes it up to them by Privately making out with them untill their breathless

If you don't or can't do it that totally alright! If you do it (*ˊᗜˋ*)ᵗᑋᵃᐢᵏ ᵞᵒᵘ have a nice day!

Breathless

tags/warnings: iruma x gn!reader, evil cycle iruma-kun, pre-established relationship, demon reader, rank zayin iruma, 5th year iruma, aged-up characters, slight angst, hurt/comfort, slight NSFW (they're 18 here dw)

a/n: Don't worry bae, I got you. However, it is my first time writing something a lil spicy, lower your expectations pls.

More evil cycle iruma here!: purple iruma, hate or love

"Have you heard? Iruma-kun is causing a scene in the cafeteria."

"Eh, isn't that how he usually is?"

"No, today's different..."

You were walking down the halls of Babylys, when you heard demons talking about Iruma, your boyfriend. Yoy've gotten pretty used of it by now, considering how popular he is at school. No, not only in school, but in the whole netherworld. Sullivan Iruma, the principal's grandson, rank zayin (7), and one of the future demon king candidates. What more would you expect?

You just shrugged and paid their gossips no mind. Whatever Iruma is doing right now, you trust that he's not doing anything mischievous. He's literally the most pure hearted demon you know in the netherworld! You opened your hellphone to look at the message that Iruma left you this morning.

'Good morning, Y/N-san! I'll be back at Babylys today. See you at school later!'

You couldn't help but smile at his message. It's your third time reading his text today and you still melt at his sweetness. Iruma was sent on a mission by the thirteen crowns. You had no doubt that he'll succeed and Iruma did not disappoint!

But you missed him so muchhhhh. Your feet found their way to his current location, as per the rumors. You were about to enter the cafeteria when somebody grabbed your arm and started pulling you away. "Y/N! We're gonna be late for class, let's go!"

"Aww, but I want to see Irumaaaaa." you whined.

"You'll see him later at the awarding ceremony. Don't be such a baby." Eiko laughed and rolled her eyes playfully. Gaako did the same. Well, she did witness both of your fangirl antics about Iruma since you were first years. You pouted and just let yourself get dragged away to misery.

You weren't paying that much attention to class, mind filled with your lover. It's been two weeks since you last saw Iruma... it's also been two weeks since you last had cuddles! You missed his affection so badly that you went to his house yesterday to welcome him back with a hug and a few kisses, but Opera-san stopped you from meeting him as he needed his rest. You sighed for the nth time today, and this time, you grabbed the teacher's attention.

"L/N,"

"Y-Yes, Momonoki-sensei?" You sprung from your seat in surprise. You gulped, the last thing that you want to experience is embarassing yourself in front of the class.

"Are you okay? You seem down. You can go to the infirmary if you want?" Momonoki-sensei sincerely offered.

You let out a sigh of relief and kindly rejected her offer. You sat down and decided to sulk in silence this time.

Then, the awarding ceremony finally came. You hummed a happy song, skipping through the hallways, excited to see Iruma. Finally, finally!

However, to your surprise, the demon that ascended the stage wasn't your every day Iruma...

He's different.

It's not your first time seeing him in his evil cycle, as his first evil cycle did get him Royal One when you were still first years, but it's the first time you saw him pissed in that state. Not even a smirk nor a cunning smile was plastered on his face. Iruma's wearing a frown as Kalego-sensei gives him his award. The whole auditorium went wild when Kalego-sensei enumerated Iruma's achievements in a span of two weeks. However, the audience was quickly silenced with the click of Iruma's tongue. He sent a glare at the whole auditorium and went down the stage without a single world. Following his tail (as if he has one lol) was, of course, his friends, Asmodeus and Clara.

With Iruma gone, demons started leaving the auditorium. You, on the other hand, have other plans. You tried squeezing your way through the crowd, hoping to chase after Iruma-kun.

"Y/N, where are you going?" Someone grabbed your wrist, stopping you from getting away. It's Gaako.

"I'm going to find Iruma and talk to him. I also... want to be there for him." you responded.

"Really? You're going to talk to him? In that state?! Are you out of your mind?" she exclaimed. Both Gaako and Eiko looked at you with worried faces.

"You're overreacting. I'm his partner, I'll be fine." You said confidently before wriggling away from their grasp.

You heard them shout your name once again but you proceeded without looking back. You reached the back of the stage and there you saw Asmodeus and Clara standing in front of a door, quietly arguing with each other. It only took a few seconds for them to notice you, making them stop.

"Y/N-san..."

"What happened, Asmodeus-san? Is Iruma doing alright?" you asked in a worried tone.

"Iruma-chi told us to leave him alone." Clara pouted.

"We didn't know what happened. Iruma-sama was already in his evil cycle as soon as he arrived in Babylys. I presume something happened during his mission." Asmodeus sighed.

"But he was still himself this morning, see?" You pulled out your hellphone from your pocket snd showed them his text this morning. "Either way, I'm going inside. Wish me luck." Your hand finds it's way to the doorknob.

Asmodeus' face turned pale. "Y/N-san, I don't think that's a good idea-"

"I'll be fine, you guys worry too much." You chuckled.

You were just in the middle of opening the door when your body suddenly felt cold, making you shiver.

"What part of 'leave me alone' do you not understand..." There was something off about his voice; black smoke started coming out of his ring. "Fuck off!" Iruma snapped, purple shards came shooting at your way. You yelped in fear when one shard almost hit you, just passing by your right cheek. Your hands shook as you held your face. It's the first time he shouted at you... It's the first time he tried to hurt you. You didn't even know he was capable of doing that.

"S-Sorry..." was the only response you managed to stutter before closing the door again.

Asmodeus and Clara looked at you with horror and pity, witnessing the whole event. Before you know it, your tears started to fall. You tried to wipe the tears away, hands still shaking, but it just won't stop flowing.

"I think I'll get going now." You ran as fast as you could, hand clenched over your chest. It hurts. You didn't get hit but it feels like something sharp pierced through your heart. You should've listened. You should've left him alone. It's all your fault. You were too preoccupied with your feelings that you didn't notice the sound of someone leaving the room and shouting your name.

You stopped running when you finally reached the school gates. Auspiciously, you were alone. Not a single student was seen on the school grounds, as classes were still on-going. You crouched down and hugged your knees as you cried your heart out.

Suddenly, you saw a tall shadow casted over yours on the ground. You looked up to see who it was. "Opera-san..." you sobbed.

They carried you in their arms and lightly patted your bsck, comforting you. "It's okay, Y/N-sama. Let's get you home, shall we?" You hugged their neck and hummed in response. Suddenly, your body felt light. Opera-san started jumping from here to there, making their way to your home.

Before you know it, you fell asleep. You only realized when you woke up in a dark, familiar room. You sat on the edge of the bed as you recalled what you experienced today. Your eyes sting from all the crying you did earlier. You stared at the thick, cozy blanket bundled beside you.

"You're awake,"

You flinched when you heard a foreign yet familiar voice. A familiar silhouette stood by the other side of the room, leaning on the door frame. Then, realization hit you. This is not your room. Opera-san was the one who brought you home. But they didn't tell you whose home, did they?

In a snap of his fingers, the lights turned on. Your eyes finally meet... "Iruma,"

He started walking towards the bed, his bed, towards you. You avoided his gaze, still upset at him. He sat beside you with a small distance between the two of you, giving you space. No one talked. You still couldn't bring yourself to look at him so you just stared at the carpet and fidgeted with your hands. You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying. He's so close and yet he feels so far.

"Eek!" He suddenly grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him. His dark violet orbs stared into yours.

Before you know it, Iruma's lips was against yours, kissing you tenderly. His kisses were soft, as if he was careful that you might break, contrasting his new personality. You just sat still, letting him shower you with kisses. When he finally pulled away, he looked at you with guilty eyes. He put his hand on top of yours and gave it a little squeeze.

"I... I wasn't myself earlier." he started. "Something happened... It made my mana go out of control. It's dangerous for me to be around other demons. So, I tried to shut myself away. I'm sorry..." He apologized again, voice full of regret and pain. "I-If you can't forgive me, it's fine. You don't have to force yourself to be with me after I hurt you-"

You started sobbing again. No, you cried, loudly. Iruma panicked, seeing you break down in front of him. Then, he embraced you. "You were so mean! I was just worried but you told me to fuck off!" you cried like a baby.

"I know, I know, I'm a complete jerk. I'm sorry," Iruma brushed your hair, doing his best to sooothe you.

"Is it my fault that I miss you so much? You were gone for two weeks!" you whined. "And now you're saying we should break up? Are you out of your mind?"

You punched him lightly on his stomach, making him chuckle soflty "Ouch,"

You break way from his embrace and glared at him. "And now you're making fun of me."

He reached out his hands to gently wipe your tears away. After that, he held your face lovingly and placed two kisses on the side of your eyes. "I missed you too," His eyes stared at you with so much sincerity that you forgave him on the spot. You noticed his gaze went from your eyes then to your pouty lips... eyes lingering a little longer than usual.

Noticing this, you grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. You kissed him. Iruma was taken aback, but it only took him a few moments to respond to your lips. If the kiss you shared earlier was soft and full of care, this time, the way you kissed each other is full of passion and longing. Damn, you really missed him so much. Iruma's hand finds its way to the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him, deepening the kiss. Feeling a little bold, you lightly bit his bottom lip, earning a groan from him.

He immediately pulled away. You were about to complain but you were caught off guard when he suddenly pushed you down on his bed. He fixed your positions, with him now towering over you. "You..." Iruma stared at you from above, his face red as a tomato, obviously flustered. He pushed his bangs upwards using his fingers. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he scoffed with a smirk. "Then you better take responsibility for your actions."

The next thing you know, he went down on you, kissing you ravishly. Iruma's kisses are now rough and desperate, rendering you completely breathless. He playfully bit your lower lip, earning a whimper from you. With your lips slightly parted, he took the opportunity to invade your mouth. You let out a soft moan at the new sensation, his tongue against yours. Your breathing became heavier as Iruma explored every corner of your mouth. Your grip on his shirt tightened as your make out session became more and more heated.

It's the first time you both shared this type of kiss. Iruma, the innocent one, usually gets overwhelmed every time you get intimate. Your kisses were limited to small, quick pecks on the lips. You guessed it had something to do with his confidence. But now that he's in his evil cycle, confidence at peak, there are no more shackles to hold him back.

You felt something hard pressed against your pelvis, making you whimper.

You internally thanked the missing demon king that you both don't have classes tomorrow because you're not sure you'll still be able to function properly after this.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O has very good survival instinct . They can detect If danger is nearby and is able to use their environment to their advantage.

One day S/O and chosen skeleton are having their nightly walks when S/O suddenly stops walking and is beginning to be wary of the environment. How would skeleton react?

Undertale Sans - He goes on alert mode as well, he trusts your instincts. He silently asks if you both need to get home and he's ready to teleport away the second you say the words. He has pretty good survival instincts himself so he knows the feeling.

Undertale Papyrus - He suddenly turns serious even though he was laughing with you a second before that and starts to study his surroundings, nervous. He then takes a big bone in hand to scare whatever is lurking away, before dragging you out of here.

Underswap Sans - He doesn't trust that weird power and thinks you're overreacting. You're maybe lucky, but no one can prevent danger or the police wouldn't have a job anymore. Famous last words before a big huge earthquake. After that, he might be listening more.

Underswap Papyrus - Huh? Oh no, not again! He starts to frantically look around it and quickly goes into panic mode. Before you can say anything, you're back safe home lol. He's not taking the risk, you freaked him out too much.

Underfell Sans - "don't worry doll, i'm strong monster, no one will hurt you". Famous last words before the floor collapses under his feet and he suddenly falls inside a huge hole. Ah, yes, you feel very protected from the evil criminal holes right now.

Underfell Papyrus - He goes immediately full royal guard mode, arms in hand, and jumps in front of you to protect you from... A random squirrel, who squeaks in terror seeing him and immediately runs away for its life. .... Edge does a dramatic slow turn to look at you. Is he a joke to you?

Horrortale Sans - He does the low growl behind you, on his guards. He can feel danger too, so if both of you felt it, it's definitely that something isn't right. You prefer to turn back to avoid it.

Horrortale Papyrus - His instincts are extremely developed as well so he feels it too. Willow stays calm, but his magic is ready to lash out if something comes out to hurt you two. For now, you keep walking like nothing happened, hoping the thing lurking will be scared when he sees him or something. Willow doesn't like to be scary, but sometimes it helps.

Swapfell Sans - As if he was going to be scared. What can attack you out there? Aren't you supposed to be the apex predator on the Surface or some bullshit? Monsters are too! There's nothing to fear. Act like one then! Nox is not stopping, even though you tell him to be cautious. He then proceeds to walk straight into a net trap and now hangs three meters above the ground, stuck. Now who's the apex predator, uh.

Swapfell Papyrus - He calls you Spider-Man now and won't stop mocking your spider sense even though he's taking it at least seriously. The both of you aren't brave enough to face danger so you go to a fast food instead.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Well of course you're sensing danger, he's standing literally two feet away from you. You tell Wine not everything in this world is about him. Wine says back that's because he's not King yet but wait one more year or two and you'll see. That's actually worrying.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He goes full panic mode and climbs on your back like a koala. He doesn't want to know what the danger is, run! You try to run, but with his hands in front of your eyes, even your super powers save you from the tree you both crash into.

[ladydostoevsky]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐬

Request from: @fandoom-strikes

I used he/him pronouns, but can be read also as gn or she/her

"A short thing from the POV of a newly ascended god or new ghost city resident third wheeling to hualian blatantly flirting on the job"

Y/n followed His Highness, The Crown Prince of Xianle, and the famous Crimson Ghost King, Hua Cheng, through a calm and colorful forest. It was a beautiful sunny autumn afternoon in the mortal realm: birds sang, trees swayed gently with the wind and sun shone through the red leaves. Y/n sighted when he heard Hua Cheng and Xie Lian clearly flirting, again. The Prince and the King, who sat a few meters away from him, beside each other, laughed and smiled like fools while complimenting each other.

Y/n cursed Ling Wen for sending him with His Highness. What happened you ask? A dangerous evil spirit escaped from Heaven again. His Highness and y/n were sent to catch it before it could do any harm to mortals. Unfortunately, of course Crimson Rain Sought Flower had to tag along. Where is His Highness, there is The Crimson Ghost. Almost everyone in the three realms knows about their close relationship, even the newcomers like himself who had ascended only 7 months ago catch up to this quickly. Now he felt like a third wheel behind them. Only watching the two love sicks shamlessily teasing and blushing.

"San Lang, please. You don't have to," smiled Xie Lian to Hua Cheng who is putting a little red maple leaf behind the Prince's ear. He had a handful of little leaves and one by one decorating His Highness's brown hair with them. Hua Cheng smiled at him warmly, "Gege, have I ever told you, that you look like a freshly grown tulip in red?" he put his fingers under his chin and gently turned his head to face him. "Red suits you." Xie Lian blushed and chuckled, "Not as much as you. San Lang looks the best in red." They both chuckled at that. Y/n just sat there few meters away, looking at them with bored expression and cringed a little at their little moment and sighted. Hua Cheng saw that and turned to him annoyed, "If you're so bored why don't you go back to Heaven? We can finish this mission with Gege alone." "San Lang," The Prince warned silently. "Y/n is a new martial god and needs mission experience. He has to tag along, he was originally assigned to help me, remember?" Xie Lian smirked, referring to Hua Chang coming along without invitation or warning. The King just gave a look to y/n to shut him up and continued putting maple leaves into Xie Lian's hair.

After traveling a few more hours it was already dark. They set up their sleeping place, of course Xie Lian and Hua Cheng shared a bed. Y/n was ready to fall asleep when a few meters away he could hear soft whispers of the two other companions.

"Gege, are you cold? Do you need anything?" Hua Cheng whispered. Xie Lian chuckled, "San Lang, I'm alright. Thank you for worrying." y/n sweat dropped at this. "You know Gege, ones we finish here we should go back to Paradise Manor, do some calligraphy lessons and maybe even sleep togather in my b-" "CAN YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP, MY GOOD HEAVENS!"

[zelphin124]

Dust x YN Short Story

You simps... this is the result of this poll.

Uh, yeah... Here we go I guess.

THIS IS YOUR FAULT @kuuuuro YOU BIAS LIL NUGGET /lh

I swear I have motivation somewhere-

~o0o~

Twenty weeks.

You started to lose count of the days as you circled your cell. The sun was setting again, so your evening meal would arrive soon.

Nightmare had kidnapped you not so long ago. All you could gather was you were being used as a bargaining chip. If your friends didn't make enough negative energy in your AU, you would die.

Depression would be achieved either way.

You heard tales of the negative king. You know that he had a brother who was the positive opposite of him, you also heard fantasies of him having a soft spot for people, wanting to just have a time of rest.

None of those were true at all.

He was the definition of evil. He was cruel and treated everyone poorly to feed off it. He didn't care about anyone, not even his own employees, who were the ones that brought you food. He laughed in the face of requests and always got what he wanted, one way or another, often making others kill for him.

This led your train of thought to the various employees. There was Killer, the smiley, toxic one. He never shut up and obeyed Nightmare like a dog. He was the one who wanted to cause you the most pain. His addiction to blood and knives didn't help with that. You found it unsettling how much black ink dripped from his eyes when he looked at you. You knew he saw you as an object, nothing more. He has threatened to do horrendous things to you to please his boss... but... he hasn't laid a hand on you yet.

Horror was the second employee. He appeared to be the polar opposite of Killer in personality but equally as unsettling. He would stare at you for long hours, his bulging red eye unwavering and not blinking. You have overheard many conversations that he wanted to save you for a meal. Whenever he was hungry, he lingered not too far from you. If it weren't for the negativity he gave off when he was unable to eat you, you were sure Nightmare would've let him already.

Then there was Murder Sans. He was the quietest, and the one who didn't say much, if at all. The entire time you've known him, he lurked in conversations and only gave off nods, shrugs, and head shakes as communication. The other two employees were terrified of him; they often talked about his LV levels and how he could kill them easily. Although all of them were murderers, he was the only one reluctant to do it again.

Especially to you.

When he came to give you food, you didn't have to cower in the corner or tell them to leave. He barely said anything to you, but he's whispered enough words to tell you his voice was rasp and aloof. His eyes never narrowed at you, and he didn't stare like the others. If you caught him staring, he would respectfully look away, going about his business. He always ensured that you got the best food and that none of it dropped before it reached you. Sometimes, he would take the food that he got and give it to you. His coworkers always said he acted weird when he saw you, but you couldn't quite tell why.

You couldn't tell anything about him, in reality.

The door to your cell opened. You pressed yourself against the damp, cold, stone bricks of your cell, the chains around your ankles clamped tight. You prayed that it wasn't Killer again; you didn't want to fake happy feelings in your heart for Nightmare to come take him away.

You couldn't tell which coworker it was until their entire body walked down the stairs. They all wore the same clothing, and the only difference they had from one another was their faces.

You saw the hooded employee holding a candle in one hand and your food in the other. You sigh in relief, the pace of your heartbeat slowing down tremendously. His red eyes glowed softly as his gaze shifted towards you. He looked more tired than usual.

"Your food," he raises it up before setting it down by your feet.

You were starving. Before he could say anything else, you gulfed down the food before him, delighting at the taste of mashed potatoes and green beans. Although you used to be picky, prison has taught you to like every form of food. Anything that Dust brought you tasted good.

He watched you eat before sitting down in front of you. You didn't notice until your food was good. Thanking him for the food, you lay back down on the paved floor, hoping that you wouldn't get back pain as you slept.

Murder traced his hands across the floor before he looked back up at you. "It's boring in here, do you wanna watch a movie?"

At first, you were confused. Did you want to watch a movie? Of course you did; anyone would take that over sitting in a cell again all night. Heck, you haven't been out of the cell in weeks, and you started to smell, let alone go crazy. You nod, telling him you wish to, but you couldn't because you were chained-

The bones that flew through the chains around your frail body shattered as bones shot up from the ground. For the first time, the weight of the metal was off your skin, setting you free. You reach down and rub your ankles and wrists, which you were unable to touch weeks before.

As you were distracted, you felt hands wrap around your waist and legs. Your eyes widen as he hoists you up into his arms and carries you out of the stall. You yelp from shock, asking him what's going on.

"I need a movie partner. Horror doesn't want to watch movies with me anymore," he explained nonchalantly. "And call me Dust, please."

You were about to ask more questions but kept your mouth shut as he carried you through the castle and up the stairs. You passed the dining room where the rest of the castle inhabitants were.

"Pass me the sauce Horror!" Killer cried.

"No, I'm using it." Horror dumped a large amount of sauce onto whatever he was eating.

"You're going to eat it all!" Killer whined.

"Both of you shut up," Nightmare twirled his food around with a fork, looking slimy as ever.

Despite being so close to your kidnappers, they did not notice you and Dust. Not even Nightmare caught a glimpse of the silent worker carrying you up toward his room, as if he had years of practice slipping away...

As he opened the door to his room, you were greeted with a heavy scent of forest pine. His windows were open and a soft breeze blew into his room. It wasn't the most tidy room, there were a few hooks and a red scarf lying across the floor. His bed was massive and faced a TV, which was on its home screen. There was little to no light besides the gaping moon outside.

Dust set you down by the bathroom door. "Shower, clean, whatever you do I guess," he scavenged through his dresser. He pulled out a hoodie and some sweatpants. "I just washed these, will these work?"

The clothes he gave you looked so comfortable, and nothing would do besides the rags you were in currently. You didn't waste time and headed into the shower, finally cleaning yourself of the prison stench you had become so accustomed to. Despite Dust's appearance, it was clear that he took good care of himself. He seemed to have a higher respect for himself than the others.

As you walk out, you barely put on the hoodie, finding Dust on his bed scrolling through different videos. He glanced you up and down and patted the bed next to him. "Do you have a movie preference?"

You inform him of one of the movies you used to watch. Dust shrugged and pulled it up on screen as you sat beside him. Although you tried to keep your distance out of respect, he pulled you closer to him and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. A single pillow was what kept you from being buried in his chest.

You felt the blood rush to your face. Why was he being so nice? You were a prisoner, yet he treated you like a comrade, if not like royalty. He offered you popcorn and watched the movie in silence, asking only two questions throughout the show. He was polite, and he made sure you had enough blankets to keep you warm, and he offered his hand to squeeze when you got scared at certain parts.

When Killer came banging on the door, Dust gestured to you to stay quiet as he changed his voice, barely talking to Killer through the door and telling him to go away. However, he seemed very tired when he sat on the bed again... and fell asleep on your lap.

At first, you panicked. What happens if someone barges through the door? If someone sees you, what will you say? Would they finally kill you?

But something else told you that there was a reason why you weren't dead yet. Perhaps Dust advocated for you and kept you alive behind your back. Perhaps he didn't want you dead. After all, he did want to watch a movie with you.

You gasp from surprise as Dust's arms wrap around you like he is hugging the most treasured thing in the world. His face was buried in your shoulder, and he breathed slowly. If you hadn't fallen for the skeleton and all the kind things he's done for you yet, you sure did now. He was so peaceful as you stroked his head, not moving so he could sleep. He was so kind to you, giving you food and finally freeing you from prison.

You couldn't figure out why but decided not to think about it as your own eyes got droopy. Despite your situation, you had no trouble falling asleep in Dust's arms.

Maybe you'll wake up from this wonderous dream.

Or maybe you'll find out that there is good in everyone after all.

[popatochisssp]

I heard there are playlists of the boys but I cant find them anywhere 😭

If it wouldnt be much of a bother, could you give us the links? For the 10 first boys?

Who told you, who's talking about me? Are they saying nice things? 🤔

Well anyway, I'll do you one better, and drop all the links, for everybody!

Consider these a work-in-progress, some are definitely less filled out than others (because it is apparently not the Right Moment for me to accept new music into my brain), but nearly every playlist has a minimum of 30 songs, and the majority are more in the 60-70 range, so there's something to work with!

Here's the links, and as bonus, a personal favorite pick for a song on each playlist that I think suits them most:

Sans (Undertale): Ok by Madeon

Papyrus (Undertale): The Walker by Fitz & The Tantrums

Sky (Underswap Sans): More (RedOne Jimmy Joker Remix) by Usher

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Stars by Switchfoot

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Way Down We Go by KALEO

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons

Mal (Swapfell Sans): Oh No! by Marina and The Diamonds

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Have You Ever by The Offspring

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Footsteps (Go Higher) by Pop Evil

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Drive by Incubus

Ash (Undergloom Sans): 25 or 6 to 4 by Chicago

Yrus (Undergloom Papyrus): Fly by Hilary Duff

Brick (Horrorfell Sans): Becoming the Bull by Atreyu

King (Horrorfell Papyrus): I Will Not Bow by Breaking Benjamin

Merc (Horrorswap Sans): arrow by half•alive

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Count Your Last Blessings by Sum 41

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): Back From the Dead by Skillet

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): All That's Left by Thrice

Sunny (Gastertale Sans): All My Friends by Madeon

Aster (Gastertale Papyrus): Moonshine by Caravan Palace

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans): Magnum Bullets by Night Runner

PapAIrus (Transcendtale Papyrus): The Growl by Conway

Xanth (Ascendswap Sans): Rabbit Heart (Raise It Up) by Florence + The Machine

Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus): Feeling Good by Michael Bublé

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans): Rollin' by Limp Bizkit

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus): Remember by Disturbed

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans): Shadow by Livingston

Hunter (Swapfell Fruition Papyrus): Do You Call My Name by Ra

Kohl (Descendtale Sans): Screaming Bloody Murder by Sum 41

Bram (Descendtale Papyrus): Cry Baby by Melanie Martinez