#let papyrus say fuck already!

[licollisa]

In which Papyrus attends a talkshow.

[nickohoneyfly]

Wait. Wait. It's already midnight where I live. It's officially Let Papyrus say Fuck day over here.

This is my first June 16th in the fandom I'm so excited i love seeing papyrus go absolute batshit insane he deserves it

Happy June 16th - Let Papyrus say Fuck day and i hope we all have a lot of fun??? Cause i know i will

[insanelyadd]

HAPPY LET PAPYRUS SAY FUCK DAY YEAR 3!!!

A few of you have already seen this because tumblr was rude and posted it the day after I scheduled it instead of waiting the 10 days I told it to. But anyways! It's passed midnight here so I hope you all have a lovely Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day and enjoy the art, fics, animations, whatever else you wonderful people have thought to contribute this year. <3

Like, reblog, give compliments to everyone you see posting in the #LetPapyrusSayFuck tag, and have a great day. B)

[lynxgriffin]

Happy Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day!!

(Yes this is an actual thing.)

Oh, it's that time of year already? Guess I better make a little edit for the occasion:

[darkpetal16]

Do you have any head canons of what a relationship with dust after the resets would look/be like? How he shows affection, his struggles, etc,?

Yep!

It takes a long, long time for him to not think this is all one big fantastical dream. There are several moments where he’ll stare at you, or Papyrus, or Toriel as if he’s not certain he believes what he sees.

He’s jumpy. Not in any obvious way, but he has to sit closest to the door, he has to have full view of windows, he cannot have an open space behind him, children laughing makes him tense, etc. It’s really only a change noticed by Papyrus, since he was already like this when you met him.

He doesn’t tolerate human kids. He doesn’t hate them, he just. . . Avoids them.

Sometimes his pranks/jokes go too far. His sense of humor has significantly darkened from the repeated deaths & resets so at times he’ll slip up and say something that makes others in the room uncomfortable or upset. A lot of his humor is centered around death, murder, and gore now. This is most concerning to Papyrus who doesn’t understand what brought this change on.

He evades. Doesn’t matter how often or how sincere someone (ie Papyrus or Toriel) asks about him. . . He won’t give them a straight answer. He’ll deflect, sidestep, or outright ignore their questions.

If in a romantic relationship with him, he’ll sometimes answer you honestly about how he is. You know the full story, so when he says he’s having an off day you know not to ask why. . .

It’s easier to be with you than others. He didn’t kill you, so he isn’t haunted by that image every time he looks at you. They don’t understand the full magnitude of their freedom, or what it cost him.

He’s too tired to be grateful they’re alive. Maybe one day when he’s not so. . . exhausted. . . He can look at the monsters without feeling uncomfortable.

He doesn’t initiate often, but when he does he clings. When he goes to you for affection it’s not a want, it’s a necessity. He needs to touch you. He needs to hear your heartbeat. He needs to feel your arms around him. He needs you to stay put with him where he can see you at all times. He needs to hear you say that you’ll stay with him.

Some days he thinks back to how you literally abandoned everything to be with him and he looks at you like you’re insane. Then he grins. Because he’s insane too. You both make a pair, huh?

He stargazes. He stays up past midnight each and every night to admire the view. He soaks it all in. A part of him is anxious that everything will be RESET and he’ll never see the stars again. He has to admire them now and as often as possible.

He gets jealous easily.

He knows he’s. . . Well, he’s pretty fucked up. He knows you’re nothing short of a saint for not only going back for him and willingly entering isolation, but for patiently dealing with him during that time. He knows he is was an ass.

He doesn’t understand why you want to stay with him. He’s happy and grateful and he cares for you as much as he possibly can. . . But like. . . You can do better. He knows that. The right thing to do would be to let you go so you can find someone who will treat you well.

But he can’t. He can’t bring himself to do that. He selfishly wants to keep you and any hint that someone else might sweep you away has him seething.

He wouldn’t stop you from leaving but. . . It’d devastate him. You are the only one who can understand him, and if even you can’t stand him. . .

. . .

Dates are causal and quiet. Movie nights, stargazing, picnics—he really enjoys picnics, fishing, even scrapbooking. Just as long as it’s quiet and low-energy. He gets too stressed in loud / high paced environments.

He’s very good about reading between the lines / picking up on nonverbal cues so he can consistently read your mood well. When you’re having a bad day, he’ll keep you company. He may not know what to say but he’ll sit with you. He’ll listen, if you want to talk.

Papyrus won’t question you moving in with them.

But you also can’t question it when Papyrus moves in with you two. Sorry, they’re a packaged deal.

PLAY IF DUSTTALE HERE FOR HIS ROUTE

MASTERLIST

[cloudyskydreams]

hey there, weird askkk!?!

could you think up reactions for the UT,UF,US,HT sanses coming across their S/O during the zombie apocalypse?? Like they find them as a walker just...wandering around? maybe their somewhat aware of themselves and their old memories, maybe their not IDK U PICK<3

Gods fucking damnit I just saw this said Sanses and Im already at horrotale(no Willow today sorry Willow fans), I have a problem with that my bad!!

I really love this request I made SO partially aware if this is NOT what you wanted feel free to request it again and just lmk what you want different!

Hope you guys enjoy!!!

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Undertale:

Sans:

He's pretty good at avoiding zombies so his first plan was simply that, sneak past this one just like the others only fighting if necessary. Something about this zombie does seem familiar he can't quite put his phalange on it. As he's slipping by he gets a good look at the zombies face and what he sees surprises him enough it makes him trip over a trash can lid alerting the zombie to his presence. It's his lover... He stares in shock as the zombie starts to move closer as it groans. He starts to sweat and he suddenly forgets he can teleport away as his mind goes blank. The zombie gets closer and closer and all he can do is watch frozen. It's not until the zombies a step away he finally reacts and teleports a few feet away. The zombie looks around confused and he breathes heavily trying to calm himself until... ".....sansssss?....." the zombie groans out. He tenses and immediately teleports farther away to his and paps safe house. He has a panic attack when he gets there and it takes him a good bit to calm himself down. He returns and searches all over eventually finding you stumbling down the street. They call his name again upon recognizing him and shamble over. He tears up and tenses as the zombie gets closer expecting the worst but the zombie doesn't attack only stands there and watches him. It hesitantly raises a hand and brushes it across his cheek and he flinches slightly. He grabs the hand and lowers it but continues holding it and hesitantly says their name. They repeat his name in response and he laughs in disbelief. He takes them back to the safe house and explains to Papyrus what's going on. Papyrus is absolutely uncomfortable but trusts his brother but like the zombie stays in the "lab" sans created to work on a cure for his lover. Raids hospitals for organs and similar things to feed SO as well as trying animal meat, absolutely will not feed them other people.

Papyrus:

He's on a supplies run when he sees a horde of zombies. He ducks into an alley way he knows connects to the next street but freezes as he sees a lone zombie. Raising his weapon he gets closer hoping the zombie won't take notice of him when they turn and he pauses. They look the same as the day he lost them just ... rotted and missing a bit of flesh in some areas. He leaves his weapon raised knowing better than to lower his guard and watches as the zombie notices him and starts to stumble forward. It's slow at first but then once it gets a little closer it gets a little faster making Papyrus flinch. The zombie reaches a hand out and opens it's mouth and papyrus reaction is instant cutting off the arm at the elbow. The zombie screeches and stumbles back and papyrus tenses up raising his weapon to finish it before.... ".....papyrussss...." He pauses, weapon still raised and sockets wide as he stares at them. They repeat his name and he flinches.back as if struck. He calls out their name questioningly and they reply with his name. He's at a loss of what to do but all things considered they haven't hurt him yet and they've had plenty of time to. He gently leads them back to his and sans hide out careful of other zombies and taking back roads and they just follow along obediently. He explains the situation to sans before bringing them inside and lets sans do his own investigating of his zombiefied lover. Same with sans's SO in the sense of the SO stays in Sans lab as he searches for a cure. Will not feed SO other people sorry no delectable human/monster flesh for you. Resorts to hunting animals to feed SO(they do sew SO's arm back on)

Underfell:

Red:

His first instinct upon seeing a zombie in general is to fucking bash its brains in with his weapon. So that's what he does at first he jumps straight into the action and attacks. He doesn't recognize it's them at first their bodies so rotted and different but when he's standing over the zombie as it groans and tries to get up he recognizes something wrapped around their wrist...a bracelet. A bracelet that matches the one on his wrist. He stumbles back a few steps and his mouth falls agape. He watches the zombie struggle to get back up and it really can't due to its now twisted leg so it starts to pull itself by its arms towards Red. He feels white hot numbness wash over him like static as he watches their feeble rotting corpse try and reach him and then... "....redddddd...." they call out to him and reach a hand out. He stumbles back again as if struck and starts to hyperventilate slightly. He takes one last look at the zombie and teleports away. He freaks when he returns to his safe house and trashes his rage room. Once calmed enough he teleports back and desperately searches for their zombiefied form. Once stumbling upon them again he hesitantly approaches and calls their name sweating up a storm as he does what he tells himself is the stupidest fucking thing ever. The zombie says his name back to him and doesn't lash out and he relaxes just slightly. He doesn't say anything else just watches them stand infront of him shifting occasionally He sighs and does the next stupidest thing he's ever done but he just... he can't lose them again. So he brings them home and Edge is NOT happy. Tried to kill zombie SO immediately and Red freaks and teleports the two of them out of every attack while trying to reason with his brother. Eventually Red does get Edge to calm down enough to recognize SO isn't attacking and seems to be somewhat aware of what's going on around them. He doesn't really want to leave it alive and would rather put them out of theirisery but Red gets almost hysterical and Edge backs off. He isn't letting them stay inside though so shed for the SO it is. Red moves into the shed with his new zombabe. Not above feeding them other people if needed bur tries animal meat first.

Edge:

He see's them stumbling around as he's searching for supplies and goes numb upon seeing their face. A part of him assumed the worst but he was desperately holding onto the hope he would find them alive. He takes a step closer and their zombified self notices and makes a groan starting to shamble towards him. He raises his weapon but simply watches for a moment taking in their frame. Their not his lover anymore .... his lovers dead and this thing is their walking reanimated corpse. Then something happens "....edgeeeee" they groan out and he stiffens. They... recognize him? The zombie pauses Infront of his skeletal frame and he takes in their rotting appearance. The zombie reaches out and he flinches away before making a decision. If they can recognize him a part of them is still in there and he knows what he has to do. He puts them out of their misery ending the zombies life quickly and as mercifully as he can. He burries them near his base and visits the grave everyday leaving flowers and gifts on important dates.

Underswap:

Blue:

He recognizes them immediately there's no way he wouldn't. He pauses and a cold fear washes over him, not because he's in danger but because he knows what he has to do. When the two of them were separated at the start of the apocalypse he so desperately hoped they would be okay that they'd survive until he found them. Clearly, he was too late. He takes a few hesitant steps and tears up slightly as he raises his weapon ready to get it over with. But he hesitates... and in that time the zombie turns around and notices him. They start to shamble forward and Blue stands his ground simply taking in his partners broken form. He speaks softly about how sorry he is and how he loves them fully aware they probably don't understand a word he's saying. When the zombie gets close enough he steels his nerves and raises his weapon ready to end this when ... "....blueeee...." What? They .... they recognize him? He freezes again as the zombie reaches for him and instead of attacking they place their rotted hand on his cheek. He tears up frozen and stares at his zombified lover. He says their name softly and the zombie grunts. He lowers his weapon and brings the zombie into a gentle hug as he starts to cry. He leads the zombie home and lets just say Stretch was NOT having it so zombie lover is kept outside in the shed. Blue checks up on them everyday and talks to them softly, he refuses to feed them other people but brings them raw meat from animals hoping that will satiate them.

Stretch:

He was searching for food in a grocery store when he heard the telltale sounds of a zombie somewhere in the store. He wasn't worried and kept sneaking around peeking out occasionally to keep the zombie in his sights. It's all good until he notices something about the zombie. That's.... his old hoodie, which means.... He freezes dropping the can in his hand and alerting the zombie to his presence. They start walking towards him and he freaks throwing a can at the zombie and teleporting a few feet away. A part of him doesn't want to leave it even though it's an undead corpse. The can hits the zombie and causes it to fall and screech. He winces and takes a step forward feeling somewhat guilty but then he pauses. What is he doing, feeling sympathy for one of these things is going to get him killed by it. He hesitantly watches and takes a step back unwilling to cause harm to it. It's still ... them in a way to him and he doesn't...he cant... ".....stretchhhh....." he tenses up. Did the zombie just...? He watches the zombie struggle to get back up as it repeats his name and reaches out for him. He starts to hyperventilate a little and assumes this is a nightmare and teleports home. He goes back after awhile to check and see if he wasn't hallucinating and stumbles upon them stuck in the store still. He breaks down as the zombie calls his name again upon seeing him and shambles over. It doesn't attack and instead stands infront of him and reaches out to wipe a tear away clumsily leaving a trail of dead juice on his cheek. He cringes slightly but grabs his Zombie SO's hand and gently lowers it. He doesn't want to put Blue in danger by bringing them back but he doesn't want to abandon them especially if they can understand and recognize him still enough to not attack him. So he sort of sets up the store into a little home for Zombie SO. Visits everyday and often tells zombabe stories of the outside world and him and blues antics. Won't feed SO other people but will absolutely become a hunter to find them food.

Horrotale:

Axe:

Axe is out searching for food slaughtering whatever zombs get in his way when he stumbles upon one lone zombie wandering down the street. His grin grows and he goes out of his way to follow the zombie with his axe raised ready to swing at any moment. He follows the zombie and something feels weird .... off. Something feels ... familiar. He ponders on what it could be as he follows the zombies slow steps gaining on it quickly with sadistic intent. Maybe the street is familiar? He could have walked it some day and simply forgot... Or perhaps it's the situation he finds himself in? Apparently he made a noise while lost in thought or something similar because the zombie turns now aware of his presence and that's when it hits him. The axe drops out of his hand as his eyelight shrinks to the smallest it can be as he stares straight ahead at someone he could never forget. He jumps into action as the zombie stumbles closer and reaches for his axe again. He can't die he has to stay alive for his brother he can't let them bite him he just he can't even though a part of him wants them to so they can be together again. As the zombie gets closer he does something he never does, he hesitates. The zombies one step away and he raises his axe in position to take off it's head when ... "......axeeeee......" He freezes his eyelight expanding as his name is groaned out. He watches with his shak eyelight as his zombie SO looks up at him and repeats his name. He grips his axe a bit tighter as the zombie reaches out but it doesn't attack him only brushes it's hand against his jacket for a second. He tilts his head and simply observes for a few minutes. Once he's satisfied with his observations and realizes his Zombie SO isn't going to attack him he relaxes slighty. He does take zombabe home, simply picks them up (careful of their barely held together body) and carries them home. Willow is...a little weirded out and thinks axe has lost his mind completely at first but with a little bit of reassurances and zombabes docile nature is enough to calm Willow's worries. Axe keeps Zombabe in his room. Not above feeding SO people is actually 100% fine with it and just sees it as the same as him finding food to feed him and his brother.

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I have asks in my inbox but I'm DYING to try my hand at some yandere boys so that's probably gonna be my next few updates. If you have any yandere related asks for the boys I write feel free to send I would love the inspo.

If you have sent an ask and I haven't gotten to it yet I will i promise!!

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Hi love you're writing i just basically stalked your posts teehee. Can I get the younger brother group with a chubby fem reader who's family is rather rude about their weight. Like calling reader nicknames such as Big Bertha and Fatass and talking about how reader needs to eat less and buying clothes in sizes to small to motivate reader to lose weight. Really self projecting here but I could use some comfort lol Feel free to skip if you're uncomfy with it

Bro genuinely disown your parents 💀

Seriously now, something like feeling insecure about your own body because of people is unfortunately common and for some reason it makes me happy writing these, as it's a situation where comfort is due and it makes me feel fuzzy.

Featuring: Papyrus, Edge, Honey, Cash, Rus, Mutt and Coffee.

Masterlist

Papyrus

Oh! Your family's very rude, let's get out and never return!

Like, excuse you? Why are you talking shit about HIS partner?

He thought they couldn't be that bad, yet he was so wrong.

Papyrus's not the type to get angry easily, but oh boy, he's scary when mad, and trust me, your family won't ever bother you again.

He apologizes to you the moment you two leave that house, and he promises to never return to this crazy

Edge

Lectures your parents and never ever comes back.

He's a well known chef who people always love the food, so why should he care about this nasty idiots opinions again?

He motivates you to a healthy diet for you not to die of a heart attack or something, not because he thinks you need to lose weight, and it's not like he'll ever say you can or can't eat what you want.

"DON'T BEAT YOURSELF BECAUSE OF THOSE IDIOTS, THEY'RE JUST JEALOUS OF YOU."

Honey

Too lazy to move from your belly to go answer the door to your shitty parents, if they can't appreciate this then more for him.

He always complimented you since the start of your relationship, and he'll gladly do it more.

He already knows you're perfect, yet he will be

Probably donates any clothes your parents send, he just doesn't like things going completely to waste.

Cash

Well, if your family doesn't like their own child, then he already knows they're gonna despite him, in all senses.

Yet Cash is Cash, and if he ever goes to meet them, is with the sole purpose of annoying the living shit out of them.

If your parents send any type of clothes, he doesn't even see it and simply sells them on vinted or something when you're not looking and buys you clothes that actually fit and make you feel comfortable.

And if any of them dare to go to your house, he's willing to call the cops, those fuckers are not accepted even 80 km away from his home.

Rus

Fuck no. No one is allowed to say shit about his partner.

Totally doesn't do not so harmless pranks to your parents without them ever knowing it was him.

Burns anything that your parents send. He already knows what it is and he just doesn't want shit from those types of people in his house.

You may not even notice, yet he'll slowly compliment your body more and will start napping on your thighs even more.

Mutt

No. Just no.

Mutt knows what is like having a family who doesn't care nor like you, damn, his own father threw him and his brother in the streets when he was barely 6!

So, he does everything in his power not to meet your parents, if he sees them in the corner of his eye, he's already leading you the other way.

Like Rus, he burns anything that your parents send, he doesn't like them so.. why should he even keep things from them?

Coffee

Just by what you told him he does NOT want to meet your family.

And genuinely? He doesn't.

Avoids them at all costs, and it's actually really easy since he usually stays home.

Though, he will start to leave notes saying how beautiful he thinks you are and not to listen to your parents since they don't know what they're talking about.

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Happy “let papyrus say fuck” day stimboard?

(if you havent already ofc and no pressure!)

Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day stim board!!!

I'm a month late but honestly every 16th should be Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day. Also, the art I've used are all by @abagofcotton! I picked these because I really think it captures the whole spectrum of different pieces of work people make on the holdiay! The expressions are also immaculate. Please let me know if they're uncomfortable with me using their art!

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[what-have-i-unleashed]

three cheers for your ego

hello mtt nation, i am here with my promised angsty christmas fic, as part of my defeat of my evil twin in the twinter war (i am the better twin now obviously). enjoy, and happy holidays >:3

When Sans comes back home from a tiring scouting mission, he immediately notices something is off. The food rations he’s so sure were left near the kitchen entryway are gone. That meager bits of fresh meat he’s scraped together for Gyftmas just simply… disappeared.

“what happened to the food?” he asked, already dreading the answer.

His younger brother, seated on the sofa in the living room, flinches but doesn’t look away from his intense blood red gaze. His hands twist nervously in his lap. “I… I GAVE IT TO THE BUNNIES.”

“you what?” Sans says, voice deceptively quiet. His whole body goes rigid and his fists clenches, threatening to break off the door handle he’s gripping.

“THEY NEED IT MORE THAN WE DID – THAN I DID,” Papyrus replies, his voice carefully laced with a tone of defiance that is not very helpful right now. “AND… IT’S GYFTMAS.”

Sans thunders across the room as he stands before papyrus, his teeth clenched so hard he can hear them grinding in his skull. “what does that even mean?! who the hell cares if it’s gyftmas?! that was all we had! do you understand what you’ve done?!”

Papyrus shoots up on his feet, his frame towering over Sans’ short stature. Sans unconsciously takes a step back, momentarily surprised by his brother’s reaction.

“I UNDERSTAND PERFECTLY,” Papyrus says, his voice low and steady. “THEY HAVE KIDS, SANS. LITTLE ONES. AND THEY ARE HUNGRY AND COLD. DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO NOTHING? TO TURN MY BACK ON THEM?”

“yes!” Sans snaps. “exactly that! if we starve, who’s gonna save us? who’s gonna keep you alive?!”

Papyrus’ face twists in discomfort, but he stands his ground. “I DO THINK ABOUT IT, BROTHER,” he says, his voice soft. “IT’S UNCOMFORTABLE TO THINK ABOUT. BUT, WHAT’S THE POINT OF SURVIVING IF WE’RE JUST… CANNIBALIZING EACH OTHER IN THE PROCESS, LIKE WHAT’S HAPPENING IN OTHER PLACES? IN SNOWDIN, WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE A COMMUNITY, SANS.”

“oh, spare me the sentimental piece,” Sans growls. “do you know how hard it is to get food around here? and you just threw it away to some family who wouldn’t lift a finger to help us if the tables were turned!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!” Papyrus shoots back, his voice slightly trembling. “KINDNESS STILL EXISTS! NOT EVERYONE IS LIKE YOU!”

The words hang in the air like a shotgun. Papyrus looks shocked at what came out of his mouth, but he doesn’t look sorry. Sans stares back at him, mouth open like he’s about to say something, but then he stops. Without a word, he turns on his heel and storms towards the door, anger rolling from him in waves.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING?” Papyrus demands, rushing to block Sans’ path. Sans glares at him, irritated.

“where do you think?” he hisses, his eye narrowing dangerously. “i’m taking our food back.”

“YOU’RE GOING TO ROB THEM?!” Papyrus gasps, disbelief making way to horror. “THEY HAVE KIDS, SANS!! AND THEY HAVE NOTHING TO EAT!!”

“well, too bad then,” Sans spits. “no one steals from me. and the bunnies will learn real quick what happens when someone does. they’re gonna have a mad time.” A feral grin spreads across his face.

Papyrus stands in front of the door, defiant. “NO.”

“out of my way, paps.”

“NO! I WON’T LET YOU!”

“you think you can stop me? i can easily shortcut pass you.”

“I KNOW! BUT IT’S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING, AS YOUR BROTHER! IF YOU CROSS ME, I’LL WHACK YOU TIL YOU SEE SOME SENSE IN THAT CRACKED HEAD OF YOURS!!” Papyrus crosses his arms, disapproving.

“you think you’re so much better than me? you think you can survive on morals alone?”

“NO,” Papyrus replies, his voice soft. “I JUST WANT TO BE BETTER THAN THIS.”

After an eternity, Sans drops his coat and lies on the sofa, the tension in the room lessening but still palpable.

“well, merry fucking gyftmas then,” he mutters. “i hope you’re happy with this.”

The frozen streets are silent, blanketed with layers of dust and snow. The streetlights flicker weakly as Sans makes his way towards the party venue and his favorite spot in Snowdin – Grillby’s. The place is quiet and empty, but bears a feast of dusty wine bottles, cold cinnabuns, and some canned goods. Sans hums a strange, broken tune as he prepares the table.

“paps, do you think this will be enough?” he asks, holding up a container of homemade soup he made by himself. He turns to the younger skeleton lingering near the jukebox, whose face is skeptical but amused.

“I THINK THAT SHOULD SUFFICE, BROTHER!” Papyrus says. “NO ONE WOULD EXPECT MUCH FROM YOU LAZYBONES, SO NO NEED TO BE SO WORRIED!”

Sans chuckles, putting the soup container onto the table. “you’re right, paps. shouldn’t be too important how it tastes – it’s the intention that counts.”

He walks up to the jukebox to see if it still works. A bit rusty from underuse, but he can fix it in a flash, no problem.

As he works, Papyrus trails behind him, his voice teasing. “WOW, YOU’RE REALLY PUTTING IT ALL THIS YEAR OF ALL TIME, HUH? FOOD, DECORATION, MUSIC, ALL THAT JAZZ. NYEH-HEH-HEH!”

“ha, good one, paps,” Murder snorts, then in a softer tone he continues. “it’s gyftmas. it’s supposed to be a special day. i guess… i just wanted to do something different, something new, this time. something nice. for you. for everyone else too.”

The next minutes are draped in silence, but the more comforting kind as Sans tinkers with the jukebox. Papyrus’ voice breaks it for just a moment. “IT’S WEIRD SEEING YOU SO… SENTIMENTAL.”

Sans doesn’t answer, busying himself with fixing the broken machine and then with arranging cracked plates and mismatched cutlery. He tries to be as meticulous as possible, careful not to disturb the frail air of festivity he has created in this small space. It should be a wonderful day today after all.

When everything is done, Sans sits in his place, reserving the place next to him for his brother. No one has arrived yet, but he guesses he can always start the feast early, a private celebration between him and Papyrus.

He pours a glass of wine for himself, then one for his brother. Papyrus looks a bit affronted at being offered a drink, but he doesn’t complain, so that should be good enough.

“a toast.” Sans raises his glass. “to time. to the end of a year. to family. to… the ones we’ve lost.” He clinks his glass softly against Papyrus, who doesn’t pick it up but does sigh, an exasperatedly fond sound.

“to you, sans. to your newfound resolution. and holding on to your goal for once in your life.”

Sans drinks, and drinks even more. The guests start to pour in, their voices echoing around him but muffled as if he was underwater. Only Papyrus is clear in the cacophony – a beacon of light he can hold onto in this strange but joyous time. Sans laughs at the jokes coming from Papyrus, his voice bouncing off the walls of the bar. He smiles as he listens to Papyrus recount the things he can’t be sure are real in his inebriated state – childhood memories, plans for the future, a warmth that doesn’t spread to his snow-soaked bones anymore.

So, he drinks again. And again. And again.

As the nights wear on, some things start to slip through to his foggy mind. Plates that remain untouched. Wine bottles that remain unpoured. The soup he made sit alone on the table, growing colder by the second.

And yet, Sans still smiles. At his brother, who hasn’t changed at all. “thanks for staying this time,” he whispers, trying to touch Papyrus’ hand but stopping at the last moment, the distance between them so small yet so inexplicably big at the same time.

“OF COURSE, SANS,” Papyrus says, a faint grin on his severed skull. “I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE.”

It has been raining snow a lot these past few days in the town. A normal monster would be freezing out in the snow, but, well, he’s hardly a normal monster anymore, is he? Few things phase him at this point, and the cold isn’t one of them.

He knows he isn’t supposed to get close to anyone, but he can’t help it when his friend hasn’t been here with him for months now and the light show in the snowy town is too tantalizing to pass up. So he goes in, wearing a large puffy coat and some hat and scarf to cover his whole face up – a perfect disguise. Now he looks like one of the children playing around near the big tree in the town center. Just a normal, socially awkward child standing near a building, watching his peers mess around from afar. It isn’t exactly fun, but it’s something to do to sate off the gnawing boredom in his chest.

And then, he sees them again.

A skeleton monster just like him – how peculiar. He was interested of course, but something has held him back, something nagging at him at the back of his mind. He can’t name it exactly, but it makes his SOUL pang uncomfortably in his ribs, as if warning him of something. So, he is content with just staying back, idly watching the scene play out.

The strange skeleton monster has been doing this for days – asking people around about their sibling, someone with a name that keeps slipping away from his mind. Again, how odd. Everything about this skeleton monster is odd, from the way they tower over most people yet never intimidate anyone, to the way they enthusiastically play and talk with the town’s children like it’s second nature to them. They’re an opposite of him, and yet-

Ah, whatever. It’s no use thinking about it anyway.

He watches as the skeleton monster again asking the townsfolk about their brother again. And again no one has any clue where the missing person can be. The monster looks dejected, but only for a moment. The resilience… it would be heartwarming to see if he had one.

He subconsciously takes a few steps when the monster finally stops at the giant tree with presents underneath it. He has taken some of the presents for himself, and no one seems to have noticed so far. The skeleton monster looks up at the tree, which has a star on top of it. When he gets just close enough, he can vaguely make out what they’re saying.

“-I WISH THAT THIS GYFTMAS, MY BROTHER WILL RETURN HOME! HE STILL HASN’T PICKED UP HIS SOCKS, NYEH!” the monster grumbles, then in a softer tone continues with a mournful sigh. “… I WISH I HAD SEEN THE SIGNS. HE HASN’T ALWAYS BEEN THE MOST CHEERFUL PERSON, BUT I THOUGHT HE’D TELL ME IF SOMETHING’S WRONG. I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED… I DON’T KNOW WHY HE LEFT… I FEAR THAT- NO, THAT’S- I WOULD KNOW ABOUT IT, SURELY!”

The phantom watches the whole scene slow around him. There’s something about this monster that feels familiar to him yet fills him with dread. They’re… weak. Vulnerable. Sentimental to a fault. In this world, it’s kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten. There’s no place for kindness when everyone is out to get you.

But, looking at this monster, whose eyelights sparkle under the lights, he feels an urge to avert his eyes, something clawing at his red-hot deadened SOUL. A memory flickers in his jumbled mind: his friend showing him the real stars on the surface, twinkling like their carefree eyes.

Ah, isn’t he forgetting something?

He turns away, boots crunching in the snow as he disappears into the shadows. This is just a distraction – a fun yet trivial thought experiment. But the image of the monster standing under the Gyftmas tree, wishing for something impossible, stays in his mind long after he’s gone.

[necromancelena]

I'm surprised we ever figured out sculpting. like how does someone in ancient Rome get good at that. Like obviously the first attempt is gonna be a mess, like you're gonna fuck it up and be really bad at first but rather than going through say, scraps of paper/papyrus(already outlandishly expensive for most of history,) you're going through giant slabs of marble and shit. Like sure you can practice on smaller slabs but then what if it turns out you're only good at the small rocks. You're the best tiny sculptor in the world but then that doesn't transfer over to the big stuff and now you've ruined a perfectly good slab that some Senator asshole named Fabius gave you and now you've gotta tell him "fuck sorry fabius i just found out I can only do the small ones" and he'll be like "shit man I was gonna put that in my villa I was gonna impress my crush Gaius Quintus Publius Titus Dickus Smith with that and then we were gonna fuck nasty in the bathhouse and the statue was gonna watch because I have an exhibitionism kink but I'm too shy to ask anyone to watch me fuck nasty in the bathhouse so the statue was the next best thing so that's two reasons that I'm sad about that statue actually." And you'd be like "do you think you could get off if it was a tiny statue because I could do a tiny statue" and he'd think about it and he'd agree to let you make the tiny statue but it would still be really awkward because he's trying to hide that he's upset but he looks so sad like he could cry.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

35: Chat, I Think He Likes You

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It’s been fucking hours, you know it has been! Hours of searching around the forest of downtown Snowdin and you couldn’t find shit!

You were useless since you couldn’t detect anything without magic. Sans and S-Papyrus were playing “Hot or Cold” trying to locate the source of this irritating feeling that was messing with their magic. But alas, their search came up empty.

Sans was kind enough to explain it to you to the best of his abilities on the walk back.

“imagine if there was a constant high pitch noise in your ear that was loud enough for you to constantly hear, but quiet enough that it can still blend in the background. but the sound is also at a terrible pitch anyway. but not only that–have you ever listened to music with the bass so high, that you can feel the vibration in your chest? and, imagine swallowing cotton balls. no matter how much water you drink to get rid of it, there’s always gonna be a few lints clinging inside your throat.”

“…”

You’re fucking thankful you can’t feel it. That’s such a sensory overload–it’s horrible just trying to imagine it!

“yeah,” Sans laughed at your expression, “all of that happening at the exact same time. that’s what it’s like. but instead of physically dealing with it, it’s like all of those sensations are caused emotionally. for us monsters, especially monsters like me, our magic is insanely tuned with our feelings. that’s the best i can do for you.”

“Brother, eugh.”

No wonder S-Papyrus has been on edge lately. If he really has been in this area this whole time for weeks trying to look for the source, you’d be fucking murderous.

It got to the point where even Sans was walking at a distance from you on the way back to S-Papyrus’ home. He said he was too overwhelmed and didn’t want to hurt your feelings on accident.

Reasonable crash out, honestly.

The walk home is quiet and carries an air of defeat. You’re all tired and can use a good night's sleep to cry about it while you snooze. You’re not looking forward to sleeping in the Capture Zone if you’re being real. Maybe you can somehow convince S-Papyrus to at least let Sans sleep in the living room if nothing else.

As you’re nearing the house, you spot a few monsters here and there, smiling and waving when they look at you. You don’t recognize any of them, they must’ve been switched with the others that you’re familiar with.

Aw, wait!

You almost stop walking but force yourself to keep going.

Fucking… Grillby’s Restaurant…

Passing by it, you read “Muffet’s” on the sign instead of the fire-man’s name.

Man…

Wait, so does that mean that Grillby would technically be the one who has a boss fight in this Au? That’s kind of hot if you think about it. You’d be down for a feral Grillby, you’d wanna see that.

Finally making it back to the house, Sans is already putting his hand on your wrist, pulling you to the Capture Zone. You assume he wants to just go to sleep already. You want to ask S-Papyrus to let Sans sleep indoors, but judging by the shorter skeleton's mood, he probably doesn’t want to be separated from you right now.

“hey. wait.”

Sans stops at S-Papyrus’ voice however he doesn’t turn around to look at him. You do though, you’ll be his eyes if he’s not going to look. S-Papyrus grimaces while looking at the shed.

“you two… ugh. there isn’t room, but if you’re willing…” Wow, S-Papyrus looks like this is physically painful for him, “you and the other sans can share the living room.”

You light up with a wide smile, nodding before Sans can possibly protest. “Yes! Thank you so much! Sans!”

He begrudgingly turns around, looking right at you.

“Say thank you to Mr. Papyrus.”

“…thanks, man.”

“…don’t mention it.” He grimaces and turns around to open the front door, “literally.”

“already filed and locked away.”

“Awe, you guys are so wholesome,” Sacchariferously and sarcastically, you clap your hands together, “If only we can keep this nice energy forever.”

…The other two are too tired and irritated with today's events to even reply. Dang, tough crowd.

You’re given a single pillow and a single blanket from S-Papyrus. He said something like how Sans doesn’t really need anything since the floor will be comfortable enough for him. Sans couldn’t defend himself from this slander since he was in the washroom to clean himself up. You didn’t say anything, but you already know how you’re going to fix this situation.

“tomorrow, i was planning to go back there to keep searching. that’s why i wanted to sleep in early,” S-Papyrus was telling you suddenly as you were fixing up the couch, “since we’re all going there anyway, i might as well just keep going with you and–him.”

“That’d be great, Papyrus,” You smile at him, “We can use all the help we can get, thank you.”

“ugh, you’re way too nice,” He sighs, rubbing the side of his face, “it makes me wonder…”

“Hm? About what?”

“if there’s gonna be a version of you that’ll show up here. if you did, would she be as nice as you? or am i gonna have something to worry about?”

You falter in your moments. You didn’t consider that at all. Not really. At least, not in the way S-Papyrus has.

If the roles were reversed, would it actually be you who shows up? Or maybe… Would it be your best friend, Elliot? He was technically “with you” the day this happened. You guess in a Swapped Au, Elliot would be in your position instead. But even then, he would just have your personality/role, wouldn’t he?

Oh, God. Would that mean in the Swap Au, Elliot would be dating Sans–no… Papyrus?! Or maybe nothing romantic would happen, but where would that leave you anyway?

This is weird to think about. You’re going to stop thinking about it.

“I wish I had an answer for you, but… I’m not an expert on these things. I quite literally just came along for the ride,” You answer truthfully, but you refuse to turn around. “If for some reason, my counterpart shows up here, I think you’d be in good hands. I can’t imagine a version of myself where I’m violent.”

You refuse to turn around because he would’ve seen just how much of a fucking liar you were. Your LV tells a different story, and you are fully capable of violence–your entire past is violent and gruesome. Were it not for Kōrenki’s involvement, you would probably still be a shit person.

S-Papyrus hums in contemplation. He mumbles a goodnight and just leaves to his room upstairs.

Wow.

Inch resting.

You finish setting up the couch and give it a good look.

[ You’re taller than Sans / You’re about the same height as Sans / Unfortunately you lost the lottery and are somehow shorter than Sans ], but either way, you think if you just cuddle with him, you two can squeeze together on the couch.

Nodding to yourself, you start to undress yourself. You know Sans has completely forgotten by now, but you DID pack for this adventure. Sans had stored it away in that Void of his that you never ask about because that’s too much to think about-

Anyway! You have packed clothes, and you don’t want to sleep in your snow-dirtied clothes. You remove your jacket and are about to take off your shirt too.

“hey!”

You stop and find the source of the whisper-shout. Sans had shortcut to the bottom of the stairs, a blush on his face while narrowing his eyes.

You raise a brow, “Yeees?”

“you weren’t going to seriously strip out here, please tell me you weren’t!”

“It’s not a big deal…” You lower the hem of your shirt anyway because he looks like he’s about ready to fucking shit himself. “By the way, don’t forget you have our stuff in your fucky-wucky shortcut void thingy.”

Sans looks up the stairs, snapping his fingers at the same time. Your duffel bag appears on the couch in one piece. You step to it to pull out your sleep clothes.

“[y/n],” Sans whispers with some anxiety, stepping towards you, “i really don’t wanna be that kind of guy, but please don’t get naked out in the open at someone else’s home.”

Your smile is involuntary: “I think it’s sweet you’re conscientious about these things. I understand though. I’ll be right back, then.”

Sans shoulders drop with relief. Geez, he must’ve been really scared to tell you anything in the first place. You hope it’s not because he thought you would blow up in his face about it. You want him to be comfortable with coming to you about things that make him uncomfortable.

This is gonna be a bumpy road for you, if you’re honest. You got used to being shameless and not being involved romantically with someone else. You have to remind yourself that, while Sans by no means owns your body, you need to be considerate about his feelings when it comes to things like that.

“thanks, i appreciate it.” Sans snaps his fingers again, his own bag appearing next to your duffel bag.

As you walk by him to change in the washroom, you stop to lightly kiss his cheek. “Thanks for telling me, by the way.”

He looks away with a blush and his smile relaxes. “i–yeah. i don’t want to tell you what to do-”

“-No, no. You’re allowed to feel this way if it bothers you,” You reassure him, “And really, I need to get used to being with someone again. So… You know, if I do shit that really bothers you, I’d rather you tell me so I don’t keep doing it and make it worse.”

Your sweet boy nods, looking at you with bigger eye-lights. It reminds you of a cat when they’re looking at the human that they love so much.

…Sans is like your kitty…

“okay, i’ll try. and you’ll tell me too, okay? i’m far from the perfect partner, i know i’ll fuck shit up sometimes, too.”

You shake your head and continue up the stairs, “I think you’re doing pretty good so far, Sans. Besides, trial and error are all part of a relationship. Sunshine all the time makes a desert, and all that jizz.”

Sans was going to reply with his own cheesy ass quote, but that last part threw him off.

“don’t you mean jazz?”

“….Anyway, I gotta change.”

Dang.

Sans is now left with your final jizz as you hurry to the washroom.

He changes into cleaner clothes as well, feeling icky from all that walking around today. This is a lot more labor than he’s used to since he loves doing absolutely nothing. Of course that changes when you have someone important in your life to mix it up.

Sans can’t say he hates it, not at all.

This day though…

Ugh, it’s such a fucking mess.

Immediately getting caught by this Au’s version of himself, having tension between Swap-Papyrus, and keeping a constant eye on you to make sure you’re okay… It takes a lot out of a skeleton, believe it or not.

Having the Judge role, of course, S-Papyrus will be the most suspicious of them. It makes your journey more complicated, but Sans hasn’t been fighting it for one reason. Two reasons, actually, since you brought it up earlier.

Sans does not believe in coincidences. If getting caught happened so soon after their arrival, then it must be because it was meant to happen. And now on top of that, you’re so insistent that you shouldn’t be hiding the true motives from their counterparts because of this “strange feeling” you have.

Considering you’re also a key in all this, Sans must rely on your intuition as well. Even if trusting someone other than himself (and Papyrus) scares the fucking hell out of him.

Sans has faith in his ability to keep you safe, at least. If all else fails, he can keep you safe.

Not that it’s completely necessary. Today he learned that you’re, apparently, decent enough around a fight. Well no, Sans always figured that you had to be some kind of fighter with that insane strength of yours. Having it confirmed is a whole other thing.

Man, Sans really wants to check out your soul to look at your stats. He’s so fucking curious. Ah, but not that curious. He’s not sure if he can handle the idea of someone loving and trusting him enough to willingly show him their soul.

Someone as great as you showing your soul to him just because you love him…

Sans allows himself to daydream it for a few seconds.

It leaves him red and embarrassed to hell and back. He needs to take a seat on the couch to pull himself together.

What a lovely thought, though…

Sans flinches at the sound of you coming back downstairs. He stands up and straightens out his shirt. He doesn’t know where the hell he should put his dirty clothes…

Your clothes are already folded, and you simply put them on top of your bag. You move it next to the couch almost like it was routine. Sans supposes that it must be considering you were living on his couch for a month. He kind of feels bad that it took so long for them to decide to move you into his room.

“Hey,” You draw his attention to you, taking his dirty clothes from him, “We’re gonna share the couch, is that okay?”

Sans eyes the piece of furniture, “uh… we can fit if we… uh, are you okay with, you know, cuddling?”

You grin at him. “Hearing you say cute words like that is so funny.”

Why must you always tease him this way?

“how is it funny?”

“‘Cause you got a deep voice. It’s a sexy voice though, you’d make fucking bank doing Boyfriend ASMR videos.”

Sans is already getting used to the fact that his face is going to be blushing around you. He’s made peace with it.

“heh, i like hearing you talk, too. a lot.”

“You’re so cute,” You’ve been folding his clothes this whole time. “Are you ready to sleep, then?”

Sans shakes his head, watching you put his clothes on top of his bag. You move it next to your own bag, making sure it’s neat. You’re so demure. He likes that.

“not yet. i wanna write this all in my journal. i gotta make sure the mini-dj isn’t busted, either.”

You sit down on the couch, “Need any help with the mini-dj?”

He pauses, “do you know how?”

“No, not at all. I just wanna be useful.”

Sans snorts, “you know what would help me a lot?”

You deadpan, already know where this is going. “What?”

The skeleton moves so he’s standing in front of you. He puts a hand on your head and leans over, kissing your forehead sweetly.

“getting some rest,” He says quietly, “you’ve been moving all day, but you fainted earlier, remember? i was worried all day about you.”

You sigh out of your nose in defeat, “Fine. I’ll try sleeping. For you. But you better know how reluctant and disgruntled I am about this.”

“thank you, feeling better already.”

This time, he leans lower to peck your cheek. The action makes you smile like a little bitch, fucking cheesing over here on the damn couch. Sans is a lot nicer than you, he doesn’t tease you about your reaction. Or maybe because his mind is preoccupied with the things he brought up earlier.

You get comfortable on the couch and lay down, pulling the cover over your body to get all cozy. Sans moves to the small table on the left side of the couch where it holds the Quantum Physics joke book. He puts it on the floor so it’s not in the way. Snapping his fingers, he pulls his trusty journal and pen from his Void.

The lights in the house are off, leaving the only source of light from Sans’ face. You know what that is, but tell yourself it’s better if you don’t check for yourself. His scribbling and muttering are soothing in the house.

This house is identical to the one back home, but it still feels like a stranger's home. You’re staring up at the ceiling, have been for the better part of the last 30 minutes.

You can’t fucking sleep. You’re tired too, but you can’t sleep.

You sit up the moment you hear Sans no longer writing. Sans is looking over the mini-dj, but that’s all. Maybe because there isn’t anything wrong with it after all. Feeling your stare, the skeleton turns his head to you.

Oh, wow. He’s not even hiding his glowing eye from you.

His right eye-light is replaced by a ring of swirling cyan and bright yellow. The brightness is enough that it illuminates your face and the wall behind you. It’s not blinding, and you don’t feel scared staring into it like you thought you would be.

It’s beautiful, actually.

He blinks at you with a confused smile, “have you been awake this whole time?”

You nod.

“[y/n]… go to bed.”

Raising your voice without yelling, you demand: “Join me, then.”

Sans simply sighs in defeat. He knows damn well you’re not sleeping without him, and doesn't fight back. He snaps the pen, notebook, and mini-dj away and stands up with a quiet grunt. He makes sure to put the Quantum Physics book to where it was before walking to the couch.

You grin at him while moving the covers, “You’re super light, it’ll be better if you sleep on me.”

Thanks to his glowing eye, you can see his blush and sheepish look easily. “i wanted to be the small spoon, anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come here.”

Sans carefully climbs over you, making sure not to dig into your limps with his bony knees. With magic, you presume, he’s able to rest comfortably on you without his ribs bothering you. Sans adjusts the cover over you two, wiggling slightly to get comfortable.

He kind of feels like a weighted blanket.

It’s nice.

“are you good?” He whispers so softly.

“Mhm,” You wrap your arms around him, “goodnight, baby boy.”

“ugh. goodnight.”

Fucking score!

Closing your eyes, you find that you’re suddenly exhausted. You’re so fucking corny, did you actually need Sans with you for you to sleep? Perhaps you felt safer to sleep with him right here. Or maybe you really did need a weighted blanket.

Whatever the reason it may be, you fall asleep rather quickly this time.

…

…

…

Nothing.

Behind your eyes in the unconsciousness, there’s nothing. Swirls of nothing. Different shades of nothing.

Until there’s something else.

In the depths of the abyss in your unconscious mind, you see a man. A skeleton, in your dreams.

You immediately recognize who this is supposed to be.

“☟︎♏︎●︎●︎□︎📪︎ ☯︎✡︎📭︎■︎☸︎.”

☹︎♏︎t’s fix th♋︎t.

The man who speaks in hands clears his throat. This time when he speaks, you can understand exactly what he is saying.

“Hello, [Y/n].”

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A/N: I drew hims. The mans, the myths, the legends: Mr. W.D. Gaster

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[ocicat-n-nil]

Idk where this "let papyrus say fuck day" came from as I'm not really used to Tumblr (or any social media at all honestly), but it's been on my feed a lot and I already came late to it. My suggestion tho, we should make this celebration AT LEAST a monthly thing. Happy late let papyrus say fuck day everyone have this MS paint drawing I did last second

[pokegalla]

Requested by @tryslogic

Brooooo a part three AND with Papyruses?! They deserve more love and I shall give it to them✨ (Warning: A little spicy up ahead!)

How Touchy Can They Be In Public With Slightly Large Chested S/o! (Pt.3 with Papyruses✨)

Stretch:

* Ah yes the lazy carrot himself. With his chill nature could he be too lazy to think lewd things?! Well of course he can- he’s the type of…..closeted pervert? Like he is not gonna outright do anything or say anything unless it’s on the down low- other than that, he might be generally too lazy to do it…..or a little shy surprisingly.

* You probably randomly find out when you wore a nice tight shirt. With a whole amount of cleavage that leaves nothing much for the imagination- and he is staring respectfully…..a lot. If you catch him, he’ll just chuckle and shrug like yeah yah got me. Though he does get a little sheepish and looks away blushing.

* In private, he’s actually quite a big snuggle bug. He don’t care if he’s the big or little spoon. Heh mainly because he could either have your tits on his back as the little spoon or tits in his hands like stress balls as the big spoon. Plus he gets cuddles and possible smooches? He’s in heaven✨

* Now does he tease you in public? Ooooh boy. He’ll tease you via puns- seriously he’ll probably make you smack him or laugh. Maybe both- “Hey babe. Am I the breast guy you ever loved?✨” “Babe please-“ “Woah Calm your tits- I just found a cup for us *Shows coffee cup with a honey bee on it* Damn sorry It’s a b-cup-“ “BABE-“

* He’s just a silly guy who loves you very much……and no he’s not going to run out of boob jokes-

Mutt:

* Now NORMALLY I ask if this AU variant is capable of being lewd. But- this guy is so GODdamn HORNY, he broke that continuity in these headcanons- don’t get me wrong! He has his cute moments. But nah we don’t need to even ASK if he does bruh-

* And I highly doubt you take him to public without wearing a baggy sweatshirt- because I know the first time you tried wearing Y’know something regular that shows your outline, he was clinging onto you. Either face nuzzling your chest, or pulling you close by your waist, your chest directly pressed against him. Hell will the sweatshirt REALLY help-?

* In private he’s more like a cute cuddly puppy, snuggling you and asking for headpats. He even whines like one and if you don’t he has the cutest puppy dog eyes. And honestly it’s quite a sweet moment. He’s also the type of guy who requires a lot of trust so to see him unwind and be this affectionate is really rewarding. Though let’s be honest he can turn this from sweet fluffy moment to having you two break the headboard after having fun in the sheets~ If you in the mood? Oh he’ll take you there-

* Teasing? Absolutely. And very blunt teasing too- like from tell you how pretty you’d look with love bites all around……to straight up GRIPPING a booba with no hesitation- mans gives no fucks- might have to drag him to somewhere private before he does something right then and there. But he’ll apologize right after! “Sorry babe….I just can’t resist you. I love you so much!” ……you can’t stay mad at him can you? 😏

* Overall he really is your cute puppy dog✨

Papyrus (The Classic✨in case there is confusion-):

* Well……I’ll be damned. He actually had me stumped- but ok ok. Can this literal ball of sunshine be anyway lewd? My answer? I’d say……surprisingly yes? But very very vanilla- like he’s a grown ass Skellie, of course he’d be attracted. But it’s so damn innocent and sweet.

* Seriously in public he can’t help but smile and compliment you because he thinks you are the most beautiful person he’s ever seen- he tries not to get easily flustered because he’s The Great Papyrus! He’s supposed to make YOU feel flattered! Though the way he stares at your booba and looks away apologizing profusely, I think you feel flattered already.

* In private, nothing is better than cuddling with your S/o after training all day. But please let him know it’s ok to lay on your chest. He always hesitates. But once he gets comfortable, he’ll be a cuddly bean, skull resting upon your booba✨ he even gets curious, wondering why they are JUST like pillows! He also gets surprisingly romantic and leaves praises and kisses all over you, saying all the bits he loves about you. If he ain’t careful, things will take a steamy turn with you two~

* A lovely cinnamon roll who is always ready to shower you in love! And we can all agree: very adorable✨

[insanelyadd]

Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day Year 3!

In one week (next Friday, June 16th) it is the third annual #LetPapyrusSayFuck Day! This is the official announcement post, feel free to reblog it and send it to all your fellow Papyrus enjoyers, spread the word so everyone who may be interested can hear about it and get plenty of time to prepare. :>

Prompts:

Papyrus swearing for whatever reason (yelling at people babying him, electrocuted himself, humorously trying to tell Sans to shut the fuck up)

Papyrus commits arson

Anything that portrays Papyrus as a cool dude (using his blasters, building cool puzzles, being ambassador of monsters)

Anything that emphasizes that Papyrus is an adult/doesn't baby him

Bonus!

Include another character, from UT or anything else, that you want to be saying fuck with Papyrus (Inspired by the @let-them-say-fuck-tournament ) If you do include another character from Undertale or another fandom, I encourage you to make a #Let(character)SayFuck tag (no spaces so it's the same on twitter and tumblr)

Papyrus is encouraging others who deserve to say fuck for whatever reason to join him on the wonderful #LetPapyrusSayFuck Day! I already have an idea for what to do with this prompt, in addition to a completely normal standalone of Papyrus.

Rules:

Tag your posts with #swearing (if that applies) #LetPapyrusSayFuck (regardless of whether he is or not) as well as #Papyrus #undertale and any other fandom or character tags that may apply.

You don't need to go all out and paint a masterpiece, you can draw a shitpost-y doodle, write a fic, knit a sweater?? Whatever you want! Just have fun. <3

If you aren't able to get your piece done for the actual day that's completely fine! Papyrus can swear any day of the year, and no matter what I'll be reblogging as many posts as I can to @letpapyrussayfuckofficial (which you are free to tag in your post!)

Don't forget to join the festivities by reblogging and liking other participants art, fics, whatever they've made! This is a fun communal event and I want it to be uplifting and supportive! :>

Have Fun!

[throwmeabonepleaseandthankyou]

Saw from another ask ya fine with being spammed, LETS GO (^o^)/

An ask for UT!, US!, UF!, HT! and FSP! this time (*ゝω･*)

Reaction them leaving the room while S/O and sibling and coming back later to see them arguing and wrestling

Its not serious and very lighthearted, so it is a very funny sight to see them cursing at one another (　-∀・)

Bro just described my whole childhood in a couple words

Also, sorry for taking so long to write anything, I keep getting sick💀

Sans : The sound of you two falling off the couch is what woke him up, followed by laughing and rolling around. He's just squinting at you both, still trying to blink himself awake.

Papyrus : He leaves you alone for TWO SECONDS and you're already causing chaos. You troublesome creature, he uses blue magic to lift you both back onto the couch and sit down. Dinner will be done soon, now quit being fussy and watch MTT until he's done.

Cobalt : He doesn't acknowledge it. If he ignores it, it'll eventually stop... but that only lasts so long until someone throws a pillow at him. Honey comes home to feathers all over the living room and you three have an all out war. He'll be at Asgore's place when y'all get to your senses.

Honey : Just don't try to mess with him and you're good. Why? Because this snoring lad had to grow up with ruthless Snowdin kids that liked to have snowball fights and wrestling matches behind Muffet's(then being Mrs & Mr Poppet's). Though, he wouldn't try anything too extreme, just blanket burritos until you stop screaming.

Red : He just wanted to grab some mustard, what the fuck is going on. He almost pulled you both apart until he heard giggling in-between half-asses insults, then he just took up the rest of the room on the couch and watched you both.

Edge : This is fine. He watches both of you, amused by your pathetic little puppy fight. If things look like they're calming down, he says something that gets y'all stirred up again.

Oak : What... he just stares, confused. What are you two doing?? He lifts you up from your sibling, leaving you dangling and looking at both of you confused. When, and if, you explain what's going on, he just puts you back down to continue wrestling. Go ahead, he ain't gonna stop you.

Willow : He pulled you both apart, holding you guys in the air and scolding you like someone would their kitten. Sorry guys, but Willow is old and tired, he doesn't want to listen to you both argue. If you want to wrestle, there's a whole front yard/farm you can both play in.

Nox : He from time-to-time will nudge one of you with his foot if he feels you're getting to close to where he's sitting, but overall doesn't interfere. He thinks you both are funny. You could be a little bit more quiet though.

Rus : Ehhhh, yeah no. He plops onto both of you, trapping you under him. Rus looks light but he's a tall skeleton wearing a heavy coat, so he weighs you both down well enough.

[mega-punani]

How would the Pirate boys react to MC confessing to them? It's okay if you don't feel like writing though, feel free to ignore!

AUGH Thank u so much for being so kind 💓 It's been a long time comin so I hope u enjoy!

Confessions!:

Sans: -You? Like him? HIM? Sans is kind of baffled that anyone is confessing to him, let alone someone as wonderful as you! He is blushing, stuttering, and caught off guard. -Will check you to see if you are being honest- -For how smart and talented Sans is, he's a bit romantically stupid. You'll have to give him a moment to collect his thoughts...

Papyrus: -Bro is flabbergasted but he grinning mad hard. -Lowkey will be ecstatic and spin you around all giddy. He's gonna be a bit sad that he didn't ask you out first though. He wanted to get you flowers and everything! -Starts planning a date for the next island/town they land in.

Blue: -"What? You have a crush on me? Why would you want to crush me? Did I make you mad?" -His face gets progressively bluer as you explain that you are interested in him romantically. -Blue isn't super innocent to things like romance, but he's always jumping all over the place that he wouldn't even notice if someone did like him! He's glad that it was you who stopped him to tell him though ❤️

Stretch: -OMG OMG OMGOMGOMG- -Stretch is secretly (not really, he's so obviously) a romantic. he had dreams of the day someone as wonderful as you would give him such a heartfelt confession. -He could only hope that he looked calm and collected, but the man was squealing. -Will write a song about you.

Red: -Bro could tell LMAO -WHY DO YOU THINK BRO WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU THE ENTIRE TIME??? -Oh- you thought he was joking when he said he would tear out his soul for you? You thought he was joking when he said he only lives to serve and be with you? ARE YOU DENSE??? -"Hold on a minute, darl- I thought we was already datin'?"

Edge: -Emotionally constipated #2. -Honestly, he might just ignore you and walk out of the room thinking you pulled a prank on him. He'll huff and roll his eyelights, but the moment you stop him and tell him that you're serious, he's gone. -No one had ever seen Edge shrivel into an embarrassed ball so quickly.

Razz: -"OF COURSE YOU LIKE ME! I'M FUCKING AMAZING-" -He gets annoyed when you cut him off to explain. He's gonna be so confused the entire time while listening intently. Finally, when it sinks in, he's blushing like a mad man. (The top deck is screaming about a tsunami in the distance.) -Will have to take a minute to compute, and then be pissed about how caught off guard he was. Couldn't you have at least gotten him a banquet of roses? It's already to late though! You will have to provide him with a grand gesture later down the line... datemate.

Cash: -Honestly, bro will not register that you're serious. -For the first time in a loooong time, not a single joke escaped his jaws, instead a dreaded look of guilt would wash over his face. -"I ain't good fo ya, toots..." -He doesn't deserve you or your love. He's a terrible person who had done so many terrible things. You should find a better skeleton. Maybe one of his cousins? Save yourself the trouble and don't try to care for such a rotton monster like him, yeah?

Bear: -Bro's eyelight will blow wide open like a cat. -If you look close enough, bro is VIBRATING- -FINALLY, IT'S HIS TURN TO BE HAPPY! THINGS ARE LOOKIN UP FOR YO BOI- -Will give you a awkward grin and a shaky nod as he pulls you in for a deep, warm hug.

Cinnamon: -Will malfunction and say your joke isn't funny. He'll get a bit hurt that you would pull such a prank on him and try to get his hopes up... -Wait- you're not kidding? -SOMEONE GET BEAR- CINNAMON FAINTED!