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yinyanchan · 3 years ago

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Housemates x Zoot Suit Riot Crossover: Lucky and Strike part 1

Wanted to post this for my birthday. You guys get to see it here first before the parts are combined and put on AO3. I will update when that happens as I’d like to do POV’s I’ve written for housemates and Zoot Suit Riot as well. The rating on it will be M as we do have a lot a pervs to cover and well Lucky being Lucky.

Summary: In which Blue and Orange from Housemates end up getting sucked through the still active machine in the basement of the house and swaps them with Lucky (Underswap Mafia Sans) and Strike (Underswap Mafia Papyrus) from my fic. Zoot Suit Riot. If you haven’t read Zoot Suit Riot… you are in for a treat with Lucky. Rating is what is and you will find out soon enough.

Check it out under the cut!

Blue was cleaning up near the dryer as Orange was helping him fold clothes in the basement. Both of them zoned out at what they were doing… until…

“You hear that bro?” Orange looks around. He faintly hears a soft whirring sound but both the dryer and washing machine were off.

Blue pauses and looks around.

“I HEAR IT BUT WHAT DO YOU SUPPOSE IT IS? I MEAN I FEEL LIKE I’VE HEARD IT BEFORE BUT I CAN’T HONESTLY PLACE IT.” He hums as he continues to investigate with his brother.

“Oh crap. It’s getting louder behind the locked door.” Oranges’ sockets widen as do Blues.

“YOU DON’T THINK THE MACHINE STARTED UP ON IT’S OWN DO YOU!?” Blue looks highly concerned over at his brother.

“It doesn’t seem possible. Go get Sans… I’ll take it from here.” Orange says undoing the lock on the door only to have his hand gripped by his brother.

“I DON’T WANT YOU GOING IN ALONE. MAYBE THIS IS SOMETHING LIKE AN UPDATE BUT I DON’T WANT YOU TO GO IN AND IT POSSIBLY TAKES YOU FROM ME.” Blue is serious and Orange relents… he knows if he doesn’t comply he won’t even get the chance to investigate. Blue will ground his sorry behind that’s for sure.

“Ok bro. On the count of 3 we go in together.” Blue nods, getting that serious big brother mode game face on.

“1...2...3” They open the door and are instantly bathed in light and are instantly sucked into the room. Then moments later two skeletons who look eerily similar are thrown into the room.

They both groan slowly getting up from their awkward positions on the floor. They both look at each other only to do a double take.

“Brother, I know you are lazy but honestly?” The Blue look alike scowls at the orange hoodie clad skeleton next to him. The skeleton in question looks himself over and then scoffs.

“At least you can tell what I’m wearin’ unlike you bro… what even is that?” His brow raised in question.

The Blue imposter looked down at the battle body that Blue so lovingly wore in absolute disgust.

“THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!? WHERE IS MY GODDAMN SUIT!?” He raves then touches head for his hat… and instantly blue tears are welling up in his sockets.

“Strike… my hat is gone… my classy yet uniquely me bowler hat has gone missing… I CAN’T BE CLASSY, yet highly adorable, AND GET PUSSY IN THIS!!!” The blue skeleton has tears cascading down as he looks around for something far more wearable… he only can find more of what his brother Strike is wearing and aprons.

“Lucky, Look, it's a bit more serious than our clothes right now. Forget our soulmate was in the world we left behind?” Strike asks his brother who looks ready to combust.

“THAT IS THE PUSSY I WAS TALKING ABOUT!!! IF WE ARE HERE THEN WHERE IS SHE!? SHE BETTER NOT BE STUCK WITH THOSE ASSHOLES WITHOUT US BIDDING FOR HER AFFECTION!” Lucky looked positively pissed.

“Well she’s not here obviously.” Strike meanders to the machine listening to its soft dronning hum.

“FIX THIS NOW!!!” Lucky demands but Strike laughs.

“Unfortunately this is out of my league. My machine doesn’t even have one of these usb ports. I had to print orders on a card file for the machine to read it… one mistakenly placed card would throw everything out of order.” Strike sighs.

“Hmmm perhaps this may be a similar situation we were in… multiple versions of ourselves convening in one alternate universe. I say we go out there and pretend to be whoever these skeletons are and single out the one who is responsible for this mishap.” Lucky says lifting up the battle body attire with a repulsed look.

“Great plan bro but how are you sure that they will think we’re them.” Strike questions.

Lucky pulls out the photo in the chest plate of Blue and Orange posing for the picture.

“I think we can handle it.” Lucky smirks, his blue eyes sharpened to blue icy stars.

Strike chuckles as the pose gives everything away. They were just plain ordinary versions of themselves in a different universe… How hard could it be?

They go up the stairs and find themselves face to face with someone so strikingly familiar their soul about leapt out of their chest.

“Y/N?” Lucky asks almost in a whisper but loud enough for you to turn around and smile. Lucky is in a daze and he feels the familiar pull of his soul's longing.... Could it be that there was another soulmate version of you in this world.

“What’s up Blue? Done with the laundry already? From the way you were lecturing Orange about his growing pile of filth… I thought you’d be down there a lot longer.” You chuckle as you come up to pat his shoulder.

The silence was obviously starting to worry you.

“You ok…..” You start but are instantly cut off by Strike chuckling.

“It’s okay honeybun, he’s a little speechless after he found a snack in the pockets of one of these (Slightly lifts the hoodie for emphasis) and it’s well traumatized him a bit. He’ll be back to good ol’ Blue in a moment.” Strike knew he slipped up by the way you look at him puzzled when he called you honeybun but fortunately his deductions about himself in this world were correct. You snort making both Lucky and Strike ease up from the tense situation they were in.

You give Lucky a hug which he’s shocked but instantly hugs you back.

“I’m so sorry Blue. At least it’s not like when Red went on a full cursing rampage… You and Berry both were mortified for days.” From Lucky’s position he was able to make eye contact with his brother.

It was an unspoken acknowledgement of the information they had just gathered. So there was a Red and a Berry… then you leaned back to look at Lucky once more.

“I’m sure you’ll be my cheery, bubbly Blueberry in no time.” Lucky almost cringed and Strike couldn’t hold back his laughter. Leaving you confused and Lucky glaring daggers at him while your focus was off.

Lucky only used that persona as a ruse… He hated being cute but he would do it in a heartbeat if it meant he could get something he could use. Everyone usually thought Strike was in charge and were left confused when Lucky showed up and made sure everyone knew their place. Strike knows that persona works like magic… no matter how much Lucky hates it.

“MWEH HEH! YOU HAVE ME THERE Y/N” Lucky throws himself into the act. You give him a concerned look again but shake it off with a grin. Lucky saw it and knew that Blue must’ve given you a term of endearment that he must call you by constantly… He wished he knew what it was…

Luckily he and Strike were always a team and Strike has his back.

“Sorry honeybun but it looks like he’s still a little out of it.” Strike snickers and Lucky puts on a playful pout that instantly has you looking relieved.

“Well this homework isn’t going to do itself… If only…” You sigh and grab a backpack off the floor and start heading upstairs after waving to them.

“Strike, She’s not used to you calling her honeybun. She seemed okay with honey before the bun. Just call her honey but there must be something this Blue was calling her… I can’t think of anything at the moment of what it could be…” Lucky has his game face on again as they both stand around thinking about their gameplan.

Well… if they couldn’t get back to where they were… There was a soulmate for them here and they both smirked at one another.

“There ya are pipsqueak.” Both Luck and Strike turn to see someone who was definitely a shorter version of Sweets… Had the most atrocious shorts with a parka… but red and black per the normal color pattern. Also the gold fang that stuck out like a sore thumb… So that could mean that their version of Swisher was here too if his brother was.

Lucky actually looked behind him in confusion and worry like there was someone else that he hadn’t seen. Strike noticed the skeleton rolls his eyelights.

“You, You dumbass.” As Lucky turns to glare and Strike straightens himself a little… ready for a fight.

Then all of a sudden the other skeleton starts laughing.

“What? am I in trouble? I shouldn’t be cursing is that it? I hope I don’t invoke big brother mode.” The skeleton continues to guffaw only when he notices that the two skeletons aren’t really reacting the way he was wanting… in fact they seemed deathly serious.

“Hey come on… didn’t mean it. Ya not seriously gonna go inta big brother mode because of that?” The skeleton that resembled Sweets starts to look them over concerned.

“What the actual fuck are you going on about?” Lucky is seething. Strike coughs to let his brother know he’s slipped character because of his anger once again.

Too late the damage has been done.

The skeleton starts to eyeball them both a little more and starts to sweat.

“Who the…” He pauses in his question then in a blink disappears while yelling “Sans!”

“Well isn’t this a total shit fuck of a mess I put us in?” Lucky groans.

“Told ya ta watch yer anger bro… now all I can say is we gotta sell who we’re impersonating.” Strike sighs as both walk around and try to get familiar with things as quickly as possible.

Both of them find themselves wandering into the living room to be cornered by someone who looked like Black from their world. Only they almost had their jaws drop at his outfit. Bandanna with ragged looking black and red clothes that showed off his spine like a midriff.

“YOU TWO KNOW WHY RED IS SHOUTING LIKE THAT? IT’S NOT LIKE HIM TO BE THAT OBNOXIOUSLY LOUD.” The new skeleton loudly hisses out.

Strike had to nudge Lucky as he saw his brother's eye sockets narrow in what was sure to be a retort. Shocking his brother to let out a “MWEH” as he suddenly remembers.

Strike was good on hunches and was definitely a walking talking lie detector… even though that doesn’t stop Lucky from lying all the time.

“Come on, Berry, don't be like that. Poor bro is traumatized enough as it is going through my laundry.” His hunch was right as he watched ‘Berry’ shudder in absolute disgust.

“INDEED. I’VE SEEN THE WAY YOU AND RUSS LAZE ABOUT… THAT ROOM OF YOURS MUST BE EQUALLY ATROCIOUS TO HIS.” Berry shakes his head.

“Where is everyone?” Strike grins as he knows this will get them names at least.

“FORGET ALREADY? SANS IS AT THE UNIVERSITY ALONG WITH PAPYRUS AND RUSS. YOU KNOW? DOING THEIR JOBS. EDGE IS AT HIS JOB AS WELL. AXE AND NOOK ARE IN THE GARDEN AND RED OF COURSE IS BEING AN IDIOT. DEAREST IS ATTENDING HER HOMEWORK.” Both skeletons flinch at the smile on Berry’s face when he mentions well… you… who else would it be that a skeleton like this would be so fond of?

Yet Strike and Lucky are grateful to the access of information that was just handed to them on a silver platter.

Lucky has been in thought while listening to the drivel of his newest rival. What would he call someone absolutely dear to him? Obviously it would be something similar to this Blue… would it be Starshine? He likes stars and the way they shimmer and shine… but even Strike seemed to be a little off with honeybun.

“YES! DOING HER BEST! S-ORANGE? AFTER ALL OF THAT YOU’RE SURE YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE THAT NEEDS TO GO IN THE WASH?” Lucky almost slipped but pulled through.

“I’m sure bro.” Strike says with a grin knowing where this would go.

“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. LET US TAKE ANOTHER LOOK SHALL WE?” Lucky and Strike begin to make their way upstairs leaving Berry… without realizing that Berry is looking at the stairs they chose weren’t the stairs they often took to go to their rooms.

Shrugging it off. Blue might’ve wanted to pop in to see how you were doing.

As Lucky and Strike crest the landing both look at each other seriously. You were in one of these rooms so they couldn’t go barging in but all skeletons were accounted for either not being here, inside, or upstairs… save for Red.

He was another problem. If he knew where Sans was he probably took a shortcut there but possibly could be in one of the rooms himself.

Strike shrugged and Lucky sighed walking over to the first door and knocked.

“Yes?” You called out and Lucky swooned.

“JUST CHECKING IF YOU NEEDED ANY HELP!” He calls out and you laugh.

“I might need some help with math later okay?” You tell him through the door.

“THEN I SHALL BE BACK TO HELP YOU.” Lucky preens but Strike pulls him away before he can say anything else.

“Bro, you forget that math is a subject you don’t excel at unless it’s you figuring out how to do something successfully in your own head?” Strike urges his brother to stop while they are ahead. Lucky was only good at numbers from his perspective and not from a textbook.

“Of course and by successful, it is! And Doing…?” His grin is lecherous as he looks back at your door.

“I will be.” He licks his teeth and Strike sighs.

“Bro, I feel the pull too but we need our head in the game, so we can win it before they find out we aren’t who they thought we are.” Strike pulls him to the next door and knocks.

No answer. Looking around they slowly open it to not make a sound. They see a room in squalor and Lucky nearly gags. Lucky might be a little lazy in the mornings but he likes things nice and tidy.

This must be Red's room from the shorts they see lying about and the red and black color scheme… the only thing that really just has them floored are the pin ups… Naked pin ups…

Lucky looks around and sees a magazine. As he picks up the magazine the centerfold unfolds to a nude woman in a very sensual position.

“L-Lucky put that down!” Strike is flushed with embarrassment as his brother looks awestruck.

“I feel jipped. Where was this stuff in our timeline!? The only things naughty I had were stuffy pin ups with people in their unmentionables but only some skin was shown… This. Shows. Everything.” Lucky wipes a little drool away instantly pinning your face onto what he’s seeing.

“Guys!? Are you in Red’s room!?” They both freeze and Lucky instantly chucks the evidence away from him by instinct.

Only for them to sigh in relief that you were calling out from the otherside of the wall. Yet strike sees Lucky quickly stuff something in his pocket.

“YES WE WERE DROPPING OFF A TURTLENECK SWEATER WE FOUND IN THE DRYER!” Lucky quickly lies at the drop of a hat. Something that was both a blessing and a curse for poor Strike.

“Ok, but you know he doesn’t like anyone being in there when he’s not!” You call out again. You were still pretty muffled due to the wall… which had them looking at one another in curiosity if you had heard anything they said.

Seeing as you didn’t seem weirded out or come over in a huff they speculated that it wasn’t something to be upset about. So they quickly left and shut the door loud enough behind them for you to know they had left.

They went over and gently knocked on the next door so that you couldn’t hear but any occupant would. No answer so they silently slipped in. It was a very nice simple room. Had some books arranged neatly on a few shelves and at least they could see the computer on the desk without piles of dirty dishes and… well they didn’t want to think about what all those kleenex wipes were doing there.

There was a picture on the desk and this one showed Red and a Tall skeleton resembling Swisher from where they were whisked away from. Strike narrowed down the names listed and since it seemed to go in pairs the way it was given. Russ was obviously Berry’s brother. Sans and Papyrus of course the originals… That left Axe, Nook, and Edge. Since Axe and Nook were working together they might be brothers so that left Edge.

“Edge right?” Lucky smirks as he also narrowed it down. Well this wasn’t either of their rooms so they went down another door. Gently knock only to be spooked by a loud voice.

“OH! IS SOMEONE THERE? I WILL JUST BE A MINUTE.” They listen closely, leaning towards the door. They heard water stop running and then the door was thrown open startling them to both jump back. Panic stricken as they see a lumbering disfigured Papyrus lean down quizzically eyeing them.

“Figures there’d be one of him too.” Lucky gripes under his breath and gets elbowed by Strike.

“I AM TERRIBLY SORRY FRIENDS… WERE YOU NOT WANTING TO USE THE RESTROOM? OR WERE YOU LOOKING FOR SOMEONE?” They were at a pause… this was either Axe or Nook and since they had nothing to go by, playing it off was going to be a difficult feat.

“SCAVENGER HUNT.” Lucky blurted out and Strike looked at him like he’s lost his mind.

“WE DIDN’T WANT TO INTRUDE ON ANYONE MWEH HEH HEH.” Lucky gets that big sweet adorable grin as he rubs the back of his skull.

“OOOH A SCAVENGER HUNT!? WHO ARE WE SCAVENGING!?” The tall lanky skeleton of nightmares looks positively joyous and ready to join.

“Ummm who?” Strike looks between the skeletons nervously.

“MEHH NO! NOT WHO BUT A WHAT!” Even Lucky seems at a loss as his shoulders droop.

“YOU HAVE ME PUZZLED BLUE… TO SCAVENGE IS A HUNT FOR FOOD.” Both Lucky and Strike look floored.

“Then why did you say who?” Strike chuckles nervously.

“OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I MADE A FUNNY. AXE AND PEACHES WOULD HAVE LAUGHED.” The one that is now known to be Nook poses dramatically and somehow his tattered cape like scarf blowing in wind that was not there.

Now the question was… who the hell was Peaches?

“MWEH! OF COURSE I GET IT NOW! VERY FUNNY NOOK!” Nook looks at Lucky weirdly but smiles.

“GOOD TO KNOW THAT MY DARK CANNIBAL JOKES AREN’T *Snicker* DRY.” He pauses and both skeletons seem to have no choice but to laugh while they are screaming internally.

“YES, WELL, NOOK PERHAPS YOU CAN HELP US?” Lucky quickly rebounds to change the subject. Lucky may have seen guts and glory in his line of work but the actual thought of eating someone was not something that sat with him lightly.

Nor for Strike who only sweats as Nook continues to chuckle and say “BONE DRY” under his breath.

“YOU SEE, ABSOLUTELY THE DARNDEST THING. WE ARE MISSING A SOCK. WE’VE BEEN HUNTING FOR IT BECAUSE ORANGE DOESN’T KNOW WHERE HE COULD HAVE LEFT IT… BEST TO RETRIEVE IT BEFORE SOMEONE ELSE STUMBLES UPON IT… LIKE Y/N.” He does the best bubbly impression he has but that doesn’t stop the tall skeleton looking down at him, with a knowing that something isn’t right.

“STARLIGHT.” Nook says bluntly at Lucky who falters.

“I BEG YOUR PARDON?” Lucky tries to keep his cool but even Strike knows when his brother is getting close to the ‘Fuck it’ stage and guns start blazing. Lucky was never really patient unless there was a type of goal that he really wanted to strive for.

“BLUE ARE YOU OKAY? YOU HARDLY EVER CALL PEACHES BY HER NAME ANYMORE. IT’S BEEN AGES SINCE I HEARD YOU SAY IT OTHER THAN STARLIGHT… YOU ALSO LAUGHED AT AXE’S TERRIBLE JOKES. ONLY I AND PEACHES… SOMETIMES EDGE AND RED FIND THEM AMUSING. EVEN RUSS AND YOU ORANGE ABHOR WHAT WE HAD DONE IN OUR TIMELINE AND CRINGE WHEN WE SAY THEM. SANS WON’T EVEN LET AXE TRY THEM IN HIS PRESENCE… PAPYRUS ACCEPTS US FOR WHO WE ARE BUT EVEN HE DOESN’T LIKE THAT KIND OF HUMOR. BERRY STRAIGHT UP FORBIDS US…. THAT IS UNLESS OF COURSE IT'S OVER SOMEONE WHO WAS MEAN TO PEACHES THEN HE FINDS IT HYSTERICAL AND ENCOURAGES IT… CAN NEVER REALLY TELL WITH HIM…” Nook goes off on a tangent… seems to be because he often does. Both skeletons just worriedly shoot glances at one another until he seems done.

“CONSIDER IT US BRANCHING OUT IN UNDERSTANDING FRIEND! MWEH HEH! NOW WE MUST FIND THAT SOCK!” Lucky puffs out his chest.

“OH YES! IT WOULD BE VERY EMBARRASSING FOR PEACHES TO FIND IT. HAVE YOU TRIED LOOKING IN YOUR ROOMS?” Nook questions and Lucky falters.

“WELL UM YES WE THOUGHT BUT PERHAPS YOU COULD HELP US? MORE EYES THE BETTER AT FINDING IT!” Lucky is trying to persuade Nook into helping them find at least Blue or Orange’s room.

Strike smirks. His bro is really good at handling things when he tries.

“NO THANKS.” Nook shrugs and walks off leaving Lucky and Strike to their stupor.

“Uh… Ok…” Strike looks at him quizzically and Nook pauses with a brow raised.

“LOOK, I’M NOT PAPYRUS… WELL TECHNICALLY I AM BUT I’M NOT JUST GOING TO RUN AROUND LOOKING FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S UNMENTIONABLES. THAT’S JUST… WELL UNSANITARY AND RUDE.” Nook scoffs at the other two and meanders off a ways… then turns and eyes them making them stiff.

“YOU TWO ARE ACTING VERY STRANGE. IT’S ALMOST AS IF YOU NEED ME TO FIND YOUR ROOMS ON THE OTHER SIDE DOWN THAT HALL.” He points and both skeletons waive their hands in defense.

“NO NO! OF COURSE NOT! IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY HELPING ORANGE GET THAT FILTHY LAUNDRY TOGETHER.” Lucky is quick on the draw to lie again.

“Yeah it’s been exhausting work waiting for the clothes to be finished… getting pressed…” Strike realizes he didn’t know what those machines were… he only knew dry cleaners… Lucky glares at him briefly.

“OH YES! PERMANENT PRESS! GOOD CYCLE! TAKES FOREVER BUT IT DOES GET EVERYTHING NICELY CRISP AND CLEAN.” Nook nods with a smile and then carries on down stairs.

Lucky and Strike both heave a sigh of relief they didn’t realize they were holding.

#Zoot Suit Riot #Lucky #Strike #Housemates #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Underswap Mafia Sans #Underswap Mafia Papyrus

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blues-fandom-bullshit · 4 years ago

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Moving In

So, moving into a house was your objective. But, having a gargoyle roommate, two aquatic sweethearts, and seven more cryptic-like beings was a plus. So, what better way to take advantage of the situation, than to have them help?

Mono (Classic, Sans)- Convincing- He internally huffs, both irritated by your ignorance to gargoyles even though the opinions on gargoyles varies and.. amusement? You see, you asked him to help, not told him. You’re the first to ever do that. But, he still doesn’t trust you. How he helps- He, actually isn’t allowed inside the house. No gargoyle is.. Without trust in his housemaster and their trust in him. He doesn’t even want to help. But he has to, by your wish. But, he’s surprised when you say he doesn’t have to, but doesn’t voice it. He doesn’t trust you. He won’t.. He won’t. That’s what he tells himself. Give him some time to come around. What the others say- They don’t really say anything. They know he can’t really help with how his subspecies of monster works, along with his distrust and dislike of humans. But Talie will encourage him to try and bond with you. “Try someone else.. I can’t-” ‘Won’t.’ “-help you..” “Sorry..”

Talie (Classic, Papyrus)- Convincing- With Talie all you need to do is open your mouth and he’s in. But, with these tentacles? It’s sort of hard. How he helps- Like his brother, he can’t exactly go inside your house to help. He wants to, he really wants to. But, with him being stuck in water, he can’t. He’ll, with his brother, help on the outside.. Close to the water. Give decoration advice, tell you when you need to take a break, the like. What the others say- Honestly? He’s too lovable by them all maybe not all.. DomniCentri that they don’t care since he can’t help it. “Gee, Human, I Wish I Could, But I Wouldn’t Be Much Help. Nyeh Heh Heh!”

Envei (Swap, Blue)- Convincing- Honestly, you’re at a loss here too. Maybe in another timeline he could, one where he was a terrestrial or aerial being. How he helps- Like his other aquatic counterpart, he also can’t leave water.. As far as he knows. He could turn into a human, with legs, but Taif hasn’t told him of this due to protective natures. In the meantime, he’ll try to go on land, going as far as the shore. His fears keep him from going any further. What the others say- Like with Talie, they can’t blame him for his limited reach. However, they are more appreciative of the fact he can’t when it comes to you. He’s rather.. sexual and has taken interest in you. “Oh, You Need My Help, Now Do You? Well, I Could Certainly Help Myself With You~ Mweh Heh Heh! I’m Joking Human! Wish I Could. Try My Brother.”

Taif (Swap, Honey)- Convincing- It make take a bit. He’s distrusting, anxious, honored, and a bit smug. You want his help. His help. His help. You’re jus making him feel more guilty about lying about his real name. How he helps- He’s a bit nervous, to say the least. His fae instincts are going ecstatic. You’re not supposed to invite fae into your home unless you’re prepared. Then again.. you don’t really know.. And he doesn’t want to break your trust in him. Still.. you do want his help.. And you do have some drinks and food to offer.. Fine. He’ll help.. But, he’s helping with the small things, no matter what the others say. What the others say- They’re more protective of you due to him being a fae and the faery nature. Still, they’ll make sure he stays polite. “Y-you want my help..? …Uh... I-I could try.. Fine! I-I’ll help!”

Domni (Fell, Red)- Convincing- All you needed to say was his name! He may seem rough around the edges, and rather lewd, but he just has this need to feel useful, so you asking for his help fuels something in him that’s more intimate than sex. How he tries to help- He’s more than willing to help! Plus, he gets to look at your cute little ass and impress you with his rather thick humorous bones and strength. Everyone know he’s showing off. But if you mention his strength, he’ll smirk, lift your chin some, and comment on how he has “something big and just as powerful” for you. What the others say- With Domni, it’s just eye rolls. They know he’s trying to impress you. Typical. Well, they’ll make sure he doesn’t try anything passed lewd flirting and light touching. “What’s wrong sweetheart? Oh? This? I can carry more than just a dresser. Hand me another one. Ya know what? Get on my shoulders while your at it!”

Viper (Fell, Boss/Edge/Crimson/Spice)- Convincing- Truthfully, he snap some and say he’s busy and will try to slither away, but if your expression drops from pleading to a limp frown and downcast eyes, or you give him just the sweetest pleading eyes, his soul clenches and he caves. How he helps- Like his brother, he’s rather strong, so the heavy lifting is also split with him. Of course, he’ll 'subtly’ keep looking at you because that makes him think you’re watching, so he has to be at his top game. What the others think- Geez, calm the fuck down! You barely know this human! They find it kind of annoying because he keeps getting it the way. Probably his superiority complex. But, under that, they’re surprised. Viper only does something for someone else if he gets something out of it in return. “Watch Out Human! You Almost Tripped Over The Vampiric Viper! Shut The Fuck Up Domni! I’m Not Showing Off For This Vile Creature! Get You’re Head Off Of You’re Tail!”

Centri (SwapFell Red, Black/BlackBerry)- Convincing- It takes a bit, and a bit of pleading from Relib before he caves. How he helps- Due to his harpy powers, he’s carrying an entire bed up the stairs without even changing his mild scowl. It’s almost admirable, and he gets a sweet dark ginger flush as you gawk at him not even breaking a sweat while he easily lists your refrigerator over his shoulder. The previous owner took theirs and the landlord gave you a used one beforehand. What the others think- They’re shocked. Centri never, never, helps anyone on his terms. Call him selfish, but he much prefers doing things on his own, and would rather people learn to do that Relib, his sweet older brother, is fine though as well. “No! Screw Off, Pest!” “Fine! But Only Because I Need To Keep An Eye On The Idiots So They Don’t Harm My Servant”

Relib (SwapFell Red, Mutt/BBQ/Puppy/Rus)- Convincing- Relib is another skeleton that all you have to do is ask and he’s already asking back where you want stuff. How he helps- He isn’t as strong as the others around, so he helps with small things. Offering arrangement places, putting away books, hanging up picture, washing dishes, handing out drinks and snacks at breaks. What the others think- He’s just the same old Relib, but.. he seems to have gained some confidence with you, and not the mask he puts up. “W-Would it be okay here? Yeah? Alright.... That would look better to that wall, by the way.”

Ren (Horror, Blood/Axe/Skull)- Convincing- You don’t need to ask him. He just sees commotion happening and immediately shows up to see what’s happening. Good luck fending him off. How he helps- He just like a cat. A big, lazy, affectionate cat. He’s pulling you into his lap and whining when you insist you have to get up. What the others think- They naturally don’t like Ren, except for the aquatic brothers, but Envei is neutral with the wolf. He keeps distracting you, holding you, and is so damn clingy.. “*whine*... Come.. back..”

Inten (Horror, Crooks)- Convincing- He just sort of.. Follows his brother. When he appears he just sort of.. Helps without permission. But.. He's effective at it. How he helps- He does anything he can. Organizing, lifting, advising, anything he really can. Mostly though? He pulls you right back into his brothers lap when you’ve been away for too long ten minutes so that Ren isn’t lonely. What the others think- It’s annoying sometimes. Having someone go behind them as if they were children, or criticizing what they do or where they put stuff.. They’re all grown monsters and have been for years dammit!

#ancif #anciftale #ancifswap #anciffell #ancifswapfell #ancifswapfellr #ancifhorror #undertale #underswap #underfell #swapfell #swapfellr #horrortale

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undertale-rho · 4 years ago

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Multiverse Saga: Taken!Altertale - Chapter 6

Rhosaith stared up at the bright blue sky above her, a cool breeze passing over her pressurized EVA suit and into the street beyond. Looking back down at the cup of tea in her hand, she raised the cup to a straw that connected to her rebreather, allowing the liquid from the outside world to pass through to her beckoning mouth. Finishing the mug, she placed it on the table beside her, placed a few golden coins beside it, and stood up, placing her wide-brimmed hat back onto her head. She then looked back up at the sky.

She knew, of course, that the sky wasn't real. It was just the projection of a screen to give everybody a warmer comfort of home. If one looked carefully, they could even see the upward curve of the land further ahead on the tube.

The Nexus is what they called it. A giant space station roaming the great void of the inter-universal expanse, serving as the capital to the multi-universe initiative known as the Multiverse Alliance.

Rhosaith sighed. No matter what wilderness existed, whether it be the forests of Earth, the vacuum of space, the void between stars, galaxies, or even universes, or even across dimensional boundaries, there was always going to be somebody who got the bright idea to bring civilization along with.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice sounded in her ear.

"What is it, Hamlet?" she asked.

"There's a reclamation party being formed near the Spires to retake a pre-rift universe."

"So?" she said lethargically.

"It may be a good source of information regarding this multiverse at large."

"That's nice."

As Rhosaith walked along, her long coat billowing in the sudden gust, she completely disappeared, re-appearing just outside a door.

Realizing what just happened, Rhosaith, let out an exhausted sigh.

"You should at least try and do what you have been tasked. If nothing else, then to simply make it look like you're doing something." Hamlet said.

Rhosaith looked contemplatively at the door.

"Fine." she said after a minute, taking a firm hold of the door and sliding it to the side.

The room within was made of a dark metal. Within, sitting in a few chairs that were scattered throughout the room, were a number of people. Five Rho recognized to be Sanses. One was a Papyrus, and another was a Chara. The last two in the room were skeletons, though of no base Rho recognized right off.

Closing the door behind her, she walked further into the room, towards the nearest chair.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!!!" one of the Sanses shouted.

Rhosaith stopped moving and looked over at one of the groups of Sanses, where three of them were gathered together. One of them, the shortest of the three, was pointing right at Rhosaith. Everyone in the room, in fact, looked at the Sans.

"Er... yes?" Rhosaith asked. "Was there something you needed?"

"I have no idea who you are!" the Sans declared. "This is an awful thing that I simply cannot stand have continue!" the Sans walked over to Rhosaith and outstretched his hand. "I'm Sans. Obviously. Most people call me Blueberry to avoid confusion, though. What's your name?"

"I'm, er, Rhosaith." Rhosaith said, taking Blueberry's hand. "Nice to meet you, uh, Blueberry."

"The pleasure is all mine! Mweh heh heh!!!"

Rhosaith looked over the Sans. He reminded her of Papyrus in a way. A confident step permeated each of his strides as he returned to the other two Sanses that he was with.

Reaching the other two, he immediately started chatting heartily with them, stars practically forming in his eyes from the excitement.

The other two Sanses Blueberry was with looked just about as excitable as he was. One of them wore a turquoise tunic with a great big yellow cloak resting on his shoulders; the pin holding the cloak on being a large red orb with a big white star on it. The other Sans featured a mostly brown outfit, the most dominant features being the large brown scarf around his neck, the light blue jacket tied around his waist, and the giant paintbrush strapped to his back. A dark blue sash filled with vials of paint, like an ammo sash, decorated his chest. Blueberry himself featured a mostly blue outfit, a shorter cobalt scarf around his neck, with a more grey-blue shirt and pants, returning to cobalt for his gloves and boots; the rims of which were lined with yellow.

Looking to the other three-member team situated nearby, Rhosaith spotted a Sans, who looked pretty basic—wearing a blue jacket over a white shirt, and black shorts, with blue sneakers finishing off his outfit. Beside the Sans sat a Papyrus, who wore much the same, but orange rather than blue; with the jacket being a hoodie instead. Next to them also sat a Chara, whose outfit was in the same vein as Sans's and Papyrus's—a green jacket rather than a blue or orange, dark brown pants, and red boots and gloves.

The next group, a pair of skeletons, stood against the door-side wall. One of the skeletons wore nothing other than a blue backpack and a dark-grey cloak so tattered, it was practically a few ribbons. Looking carefully, Rhosaith thought she spotted something that resembled a finger-bone hanging off the front of the pelvis. The other skeleton wore a striped, white button-up shirt, black slacks, and brown shoes. Holding up the pants were black suspenders that looped over the skeleton's shoulders. They seemed deep in conversation and didn't seem to pay any mind to Rho.

On the other side of the room, standing with his back in the corner, was another Sans. This one featured a white sweatshirt and sweatpants, ending in black socks and white slippers. Over it all was a great blue long-coat with a hood over the Sans's head. The ends of the sleeves and the hood were covered in white fluff. Though she couldn't get a clear look from where she was, Rhosaith thought she also saw black lines streaking from the bottom of the Sans's eyes down to the base of his mandible.

Finally resting down into the seat she'd chosen when Blueberry approached her, the door at the front of the room opened, and another skeleton-Monster walked in. Bundled in her arms was a bunch of papers and binders and the like.

"If I could have your attention." the skeleton said, placing the papers on a desk at the front of the room. She looked over the ten people situated around, all of which were now staring at her.

"Is this everyone?" she asked.

"I haven't seen anyone else come in." the classic-Sans said. "So I guess so."

"Don't worry about the numbers!" Chara chimed in. "You've got the Bad Time Trio and the Star Sanses on the case."

The skeleton looked thoughtfully at the two groups.

"Hmm. Yes, I suppose you're right." she said, readjusting her glasses. "In that case, let us begin."

The light in the room dimmed to nothing as a large hologram appeared in the room.

"Six months ago, a pre-rift universe, universe AlT-113CO was attacked by a Destroyer—the identity of which remains unknown. Since the attack, Alliance scouts have surveyed the universe without drawing attention from the Destroyer. Their findings have shown that the universe, which was coded before the attack, is now physical."

"Whoa, whoa, hold it. Time out for a second here." the naked skeleton said, his accent sounding Brooklyn in origin. "Universes don't just turn from coded to physical. You sure your scouts got the right place?"

"While you are right in one regard," the brown Sans with Blueberry interrupted, "there have been reports of universes changing behavior before this, like UnT-214, which also turned from coded to physical. Before being coded, though, it was a game. This is one of the reasons why the standardized universal classification system doesn't commonly include the suffix in archive."

"Er, thank you, Ink." the presenter skeleton said. "If I may return to the briefing."

Ink!Sans waved his hand for her to continue.

"The objections, uh..." she looked down at a paper in her hand. "S.T brought up are valid, however. Despite this phenomenon being well-known, it is still unclear what, or who, causes a universe to switch behavior. As of right now, the scouts believe the Destroyer to be responsible for this."

Almost immediately, murmuring erupted within the groups, all of which quelled when the white Sans in the back boomed his voice.

"What information do the scouts have on the Destroyer?" he asked.

"Not much at all, I'm afraid." she answered, looking down at her paper. "I'm afraid I'm also at something of a disadvantage. I don't have your name documented."

"Just call me 4."

"Alright, 4." she wrote a 4 in the margins of the paper she was holding. "Er, like I said, not much is known of this Destroyer. What information the scouts managed to get on him just shows him to be a Sans; one from a UnF universe, by the looks of things."

A picture of the Destroyer flashed into the hologram. It was a Sans, though with a large hole in the upper part of his skull. Other than that, the only other notable difference was the bright white right eye he possessed.

4 huffed upon seeing the picture, his eyes sharpening into a deadly focus. 4 turned to leave.

"Wh-where are you going, 4?" the skeleton asked.

"I have what I need. I'm gonna go 'liberate' that universe. I'll meet you all there."

With 4 leaving, the others got up and moved to leave as well.

"W-w-wait!" the skeleton pleaded. "I haven't finished yet."

"It's fine, lady." Chara said. "Like 4 said, we got what we need. We'll be fine."

One by one, against the frantic requests of the presenter, everyone in the room left. Everyone, that is, other than Rhosaith, who was still sitting in her chair.

"Excuse me, miss?" Rhosaith said as the last of the other mercenaries left.

The presenter looked over at Rhosaith.

"Do you have a digital copy of your presentation? I'd like to have one."

The presenterâ€™s face brightened up at Rhosaith's request, quickly pulling a data chit from her pocket.

"Thank you." Rho said, taking the chit and stuffing it in her own pocket. She then stood up. "Thank you for compiling all this data for us, I'm sure it may come in handy." She, too, then left the room.

"You see?" Hamlet chided. "I told you going to that meeting would be useful."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up. Just take me to my ship, already."

"As you wish, Madam."

Rhosaith then vanished completely from the Nexus.

The doors to the elevator door finally slid open, and Rhosaith stepped out into her personal cabin. Despite having unbelievable technology, more advanced than anything she'd ever seen elsewhere, Rhosaith preferred to hold to what she called "simpler tech". Not wanting to force her own decisions on those that served her, teleportation pads and personal teleporters were strewn all across the grand space leviathan that was her flagship. Despite this, she still rode the elevator to her cabin.

Upon arriving, she took off her black wide-brimmed hat and long black coat, hanging them on a nearby coatrack. Stepping towards her bed, the black EVA suit she wore dematerialized from her form, so that all she wore when she hit the mattress was a plain white shirt and white pants. The very clothes she wore when she was taken.

Her own personal cabin was devoid of color. The walls, door, floor, ceiling, and even all the furniture within—with minor exceptions—were white; making the coat and hat hanging on the coatrack stand out far more than they should have.

Turning her head to the nightstand beside her bed, she looked at a picture that stood on its surface. This picture served as one of the only sources of color within the room. Picking it up, she brought it over and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"Oh Frisk..." she muttered quietly. "Were it that these cursed machines had not taken me from thee, I would be there by thine side even now. Alas, for it be not so. Here am I, far from thine side. Far from thy warm embrace. Thy bronze skin. Thy pleasant bodily aroma that never ceased to calm me."

Rhosaith pulled the picture from her chest and stared at its contents. It was a picture of two Humans. Herself, and a man beside her.

"If fickle fate had it be that we meet again, oh the speed to which I'd press my lips to thine." Rho leaned forward and kissed the part of the picture where the man was. "But alas, it cannot be. I am here, and thou art there. Far away, out of reach."

Tears slowly leaked from Rhosaith's eyes. Try as she might to stop their flow, she soon gave in and held the picture firmly to her chest once again.

"I miss you so much, Frisk..." she wept upon the bed sheets until her eyes ran red, and she finally fell asleep.

"Rhosaith." a digital voice echoed in the room. "Rhosaith."

"Mmm..." Rhosaith mumbled.

"We're nearing the universe known as 'AlT-113'. It's time for you to wake up."

Rhosaith sat up, the picture frame still in hand.

"How far out are we?" she asked through a yawn.

"Only a few minutes. You may teleport in at any time."

"Great." Rhosaith stepped over the side of the bed, replacing the picture back onto the stand.

"I heard you weeping again." the digital voice said after a minute.

"I thought I told you to not spy on me when I'm in here." Rhosaith scolded.

"Apologies, Madam."

"Geez, Hamlet. It's the one place I've closed off to everyone but me. At the very least, I should feel like I'm not being watched or listened to in this one single room."

"Again, apologies. It won't happen again."

"Yeah, until it does."

Rhosaith stood up from the bed. Stepping away, a cleansing wave flew over Rho's body in an instant, cleaning it of excess debris. A second later, Rho's EVA suit rematerialized around her, and she stepped towards her coat and hat, putting them on as well. When she finished doing up the coat, blades materialized around the leg-half, enclosing the half somewhat like a skirt. Beneath the covers of her coat, a holster also materialized, attached to her leg—within, a handle was held firm.

"Alright." Rhosaith said. "Let's go."

In an instant, Rhosaith was teleported from the ship down to the universe, AlT-113.

Taken!Altertale : Tactical Briefing

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#undertale #undertale au #undertale rho #UTRStory #multiverse saga #taken!altertale

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vampirezelda · 5 years ago

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I think this is a masterpiece for the ages and love how this turned out, so here's Day 2 of self-shipping week for y'all!

@selfshipperapproved

Pairing: US!Sans/OC

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Day 2: Confessions

"Enemy behind you!" you shout to Blue through your mic, maneuvering your character to take out the others congregating on his location. Blue's character deftly kills the ones closest to him and helps you take out the others nearby, finishing the last round of the game. You breathe a happy sigh of relief as you watch the cutscene where your team is extracted from the area, congratulating the others before backing out of the lobby with Blue. "Good job! You're a natural at these games Blue."

Exercising with Blue everyday could only get your friendship so far, and when you learnt that him and his brother had other numerous consoles to play, you jumped at the opportunity to get him into some of the ones you were enjoying at the moment. Namely one space faring rpg that had you saving the world from an extinction level event that would wipe out every species from the universe. To say Blue had taken a shining to it would be an understatement; he loved it. He's been playing it with you as often as possible, pulling you into the game whenever you popped online. Some people may find it annoying, but you love hanging out with Blue; he always finds a way to cheer you up when you're having a less than stellar day.

"You Did An Amazing Job Taking Out Those Enemies At The End; I Would Have Failed The Mission If Not For You Willow!" You, amazing? Pshhhhh, he's just being nice. Okay so maybe you're blushing a tiny bit from the praise, nobody is here to see it though besides Shadow, but he's oblivious to the world right now sunbathing. Do you….. compliment him back? That'd be the nice thing to do, you think.

"Your, uh, your gun skills were pretty neat out there; those enemies didn't stand a chance!" Oh my god, did that sound as cringy as you think it did? Oh god, where's the nearest hole to climb into and hide for all of eternity….

"Mweh Heh, I Had The Best Teacher After All! You Should Be The One Getting All The Praise!" Hhhhhh, why is this making you so flustered? He's just being nice, right? Doing what a friend would do? Your heart was racing during the match but now it's racing again, your cheeks feeling red hot.

Wait.

Are you…..do you like him? Like like him? Blue is saying stuff over the mic but your brain isn't functioning right now, Willow.exe has crashed please wait for it to reboot.

What do you do with this information now that you've realized what this is all about?How do you cope????

"Willow? Is Everything Alright?" You snap out of it as Blue's voice registers in your ear, and it's like you're a deer in the headlights. What do you say? Is everything alright? You don't, you don't know what to do, so you just say the first thing that comes to mind—

"—I LIKE YOU BLUE!" you shout into the mic, voice raising in pitch halfway through like you're going through puberty. Ok this is fine, you're fine, you didn't want to hold it in anyways, it's not like you want to scream right now but you're holding it back because Blue hasn't said anything yet, why hasn't he said anything yet? All you can hear is some muffled voices in the background like Blue is talking to someone and you sure as hell hope it isn't his brother because that would be the most embarrassing thing to happen on top of what you just did.

The mic rustles as Blue does something on the other end and then he's speaking but you're trying not to freak out right now, so you just hold your breath. "D-Do You Mean It? It—This Isn't A Joke, Willow?" Oh my god he sounds so goddamn cute, and also sad and it's just breaking your heart to hear him like this, how could he ever think what you were saying is a joke? Has someone actually done that to him? It makes your blood boil to think someone could do that to this kind, sweet, energetic skeleton that would die for his friends.

"YES! I mean, no, it's not a joke! I, uh-hhhh, I r-really like you!" You're so nervous your armpits are sweating like there's no tomorrow and you were squeaking out every other word, how is he taking this? You might shrivel up and die on the spot if he makes fun of you, but you know he wouldn't do that he's the nicest being that could ever exist but your brain is being an asshole right now and betraying you.

The next thing you hear is Blue whooping so loud you need to jerk your headset away from your face and listen to him start rambling a mile a minute to who this is Stretch? "—PAPY SHE SAID SHE LIKE LIKED ME, QUICK WHERE'S MY NOTEBOOK I NEED TO START PLANNING THE PERFECT DATE! NO, PAPY, NOT THE DATING MANUAL THAT'S FOR BABYBONES, YES I KNOW THERE'S A QUARANTINE!—" He keeps going and you're just so relieved that he likes you too you just start laughing and can't stop and there's tears running down your face from how much you're laughing and how happy and relieved you are.

"Willow!" Blue startles you with how abruptly he's back on the mic you suck in air the wrong way and you're coughing into the mic in response. "Mweh Heh Heh, I Didn't Know That's All It Would Take To Make You Breathless! But! Putting That Aside! I Would Love To Officially Become Your Bone-Friend! That's The Only Pun You'll Get Out Of Me For Now, Papy, Stop Eavesdropping!" You're giggling at his antics and can't believe this is how your day would turn out. I mean, hell, this is probably the best day ever!

"H-hah…….oh my god. Yes, I would love for you to be my Bone-Friend, Blue." Now you're both giggling at the pun, and honestly, you couldn't see yourself without this silly video-game playing skeleton by your side.

#self insert week #us!sans/oc #day 2 #confessions #vamp writes #i honestly was rolling the entire time i was writing this #i love it so much #theyre such dorks i stg #sanship

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creative-poptart · 5 years ago

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Okay so first of all HI ROLE MODEL and second of all can we get a kinda sadder Christmas ask where the SwapFell/Underswap bros' Honorary Sibling has a Christmas chorus recital they really REALLY want the skeles to go to because they've been practicing for months and for some reason the skele boi can't make it and HS is really sad because "I just wanted to show you I can do something good. I wanted to make you proud." Sorry for sad boi hours ROLE MODEL

*Aww, sad boi hours are back again. However, this is something that can be taken as really sweet in its own way, knowing that they wanted to go! I’ll still tag it for sad boi hours, though.

(Also this is super heckin late anD I SHOULD NOT BE A ROLE MODEL WHAT)

SF Sans/Black: He knows right from the get-go that you are positively buzzing with energy, getting ready for this recital. It was basically all you could talk about for a long time, and Black wanted to see you perform for almost as long. However, as he works with some reasonably sensitive information, and with some rather influential people, there are times when his schedule will change abruptly. You can’t really do much about it, but Black’s going to try his best to keep your spirits up. If there’s anything he can do, especially once you tell him that you wanted to do this for him, he’s going to do it. If he can schedule a meeting a day sooner or a day later, Black will pull any strings he’s got to make sure that he can go to your recital. If he can manage it, you’ll see him sitting in the front row of the audience, beaming up at you with a small smile the whole time.

“I, OF COURSE, WAS WORRIED THAT I WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO MAKE IT IN TIME FOR THE RECITAL, BUT THE MEETING FINISHED EARLY! SO HERE I AM. A WONDERFUL PERFORMANCE, BY THE WAY.”

SF Papyrus/Rus: If there’s something you’re going to be putting on, whether it’s a recital or a play, he wants to be there. Rus isn’t going to let many things get in the way of seeing his honorary sibling do something they love to do. The only possibility that could stop him would be if something catastrophic were to happen, and, unlucky you, it does. While Rus was trying to make you something special for the end of your performance, the oven catches fire, and he has to call the fire department. Both of you are now upset in that he can’t make it as he had to stay behind and make sure that the house isn’t going to crumble under the charred wood and material. You’re very upset at this, but Rus promises that as soon as he can, he’ll be coming to see you perform. It takes almost the entirety of the recital, but he finally shows up, just in time to watch your part.

“you really think i would just leave you hangin’ on tonight of all nights? ‘course not, i gotta see my ‘lil sib perform in their show, it’s my duty as your older brother, isn’t it? you did great, though.”

US Sans/Blue: As soon as he catches wind that you’ve got any kind of performance going on, Blue is ready to go! He even goes so far as to help be a part of the set-up/tear-down crew, if they need extra hands. There is hardly a single thing that would be untouched by him, simply because he wants to be able to be there to support you! The only downside is when the committee chair, who was supposed to be in charge of safety, fails to see something falling, Blue’s too much of a sucker for the sacrificial save. He pushes them to safety, and before he can shortcut away, he’s underneath a hefty stack of chairs. Blue will be okay after a few hours, but the recital is that night, and you had so looked forward to him being there. No matter what the doctor says about it, he’s going to be at that recital, even if it’s in a wheelchair, a small bouquet of flowers ready for you.

“THAT WAS INCREDIBLE, SIBLING!! I QUITE ENJOYED THE PERFORMANCE YOU AND THE OTHERS PUT ON! HM? OH, I AM FINE, JUST DON’T HUG ME TOO HARD, MWEH HEH HEH!”

US Papyrus/Stretch: As much as this skeleton is more neutral about the arts, there is no way that your recital is going to be missed. Stretch may not be super inclined to see all sorts of other performances, as he mostly sleeps through them, but for you? He’s going to take as many naps as possible before everyone gets started to see you. That plan backfires miserably when he has to go to work and stays up much later than he intended to. Now Stretch’s exhausted, unable to even see straight, and you’re really upset that he might sleep through the whole thing. You eventually have to go to the recital, picked up by one of your friends, and he’s going to take a quick nap, with his loudest alarm ready to wake him. Stretch almost doesn’t make it in time, but teleportation is a beautiful thing for circumventing traffic and other such roadblocks.

“of course i’m here, why in toriel’s name would i miss something like this? it’s important to you, so of course, it’s going to be important to me. there would be nothing keeping me from this.”

Thanks for the ask, @an-ironic-cheesecake!!

#undertale #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #underswap #underswap sans #underswap papyrus #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell papyrus #poptartasks #tarts answers

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tyranttortoise · 6 years ago

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What would each of the skeletons' reaction be upon hearing their love interest does not reciprocate their feelings and that they love someone else instead?

Sans:

Sans is chill about it. He didn’t flat-out tell you he was interested; instead, he directly asked you who you were interested in. You’re a good friend of his, so it’s relatively easy for Sans to reign in his feelings with a dose of apathy and keep talking to you as if nothing has changed – which, in the long run, it hasn’t! He didn’t get his hopes up. And there’s nothing wrong with just being friends and supporting you from the sidelines.

Papyrus:

Papyrus is initially devastated; he thought for certain that you felt the same way about him! And now you’ll never get to see his Date Power in action! However, he quickly bounces back, stammering his way through an explanation that he, the GREAT CUPID MASTER PAPYRUS, is going to set you up on a date with your crush. He pulls out all the stops and makes it happen. He may still have a crush on you, but he just wants you to be happy – even if it’s with someone else. After all, if you picked out that person, then your crush must be truly great!

Red:

Red’s hurt, but you’ll never know that. He doesn’t outright admit his feelings, even though he’s been heavily flirting with you. Likely, you assume that’s how he always is. You tell him about the person you like, and he almost flinches, but he covers it up with a shrug and a chuckle.

*course they wouldn’t like me. of course. why’d i have to be so fuckin’ stupid?

He plays it off with a joke, but he stops flirting. He stops making as much time to hang out with you, too. He still acts the same, but he’s distancing himself, putting up more and more walls with self-depreciation. Likely, he’ll get wasted at Grillby’s until Edge straightens him out.

Edge:

The Terrible Papyrus isn’t someone that’s used to rejection. He finally mustered his courage to tell you his ultimate feelings, and then you turned him down.

“WHY?” he demands, his voice sharp. “I AM EVERYTHING THAT YOU COULD WANT! WHY WOULDN’T YOU WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS?! IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE!”

“There’s someone else I already like. I’m sorry, Papyrus.” You’re blushing, nervous about the confrontation. His jaw opens and closes, and then he huffs.

“VERY WELL.” He thinks you’re making it up, so he insists you tell him who it is. Eventually, you admit your crush’s name, and Edge goes out and confronts them immediately, demanding to know if they feel the same – right in front of you. It either blows up and you get rejected, too, so you know how Edge feels, or it kick-starts you into a new relationship. Either way, you end up pissed off at Edge, and the two of you don’t talk for a while.

After a couple of weeks, he sends an apology puzzle. That helps.

Blue:

“TH-THAT’S OKAY, HUMAN! D-DON’T WORRY! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS… IS GOING TO HELP YOU! C-CALL ME CUPID MASTER SANS! MWEH HEH HEH!”

He’s trying not to cry, and his grin is so wide it’s practically manic. You can see magic swimming in his eyesockets, but he steps back when you try to comfort him. Instead, he launches into the perfect date scenario for you and your crush.

You get the feeling it’s the date he wanted to have with you.

After you leave, Stretch plays video games with him until he feels better. Blueberry still acts the same around you; he’s just as affectionate and happy-go-lucky as ever. Stretch doesn’t act differently toward you, either. If anything, he tells you not to worry about it; his brother’s strong.

But you never forget the way his face looked when you rejected him.

Stretch:

“so, anyone you like?”

Stretch elbows you in the ribs lightly, leaning toward you. The two of you always seem to cuddle on the couch; you feel completely at ease whenever you’re around him. And so, blushing, you confess that you really like someone – someone that’s not him. You don’t even notice the way his lazy grin twitches.

He hums, asks you question about the crush, and teases you for blushing so hard. “must really be someone special, huh?” You nod, and he ruffles your hair. “good for you, hun. i hope it works out.”

You never know he has feelings for you. He never acts differently, he never pulls back from you; nothing changes.

Blueberry’s the only one that notices something’s amiss. Stretch isn’t sleeping as much, and he doesn’t notice as many of the tiny details that he used to. It hurt him, but Stretch is fine just having you as a friend. He cares about you too much to complicate things by telling you his feelings.

Blackberry:

“THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!”

Blackberry gets pissed off. The two of you end up in a fight because he’s hurt, dammit, but he doesn’t want you to know just how badly. You’re the first crush he’s really had, and he doesn’t know how to handle this level of rejection. So, he lashes out. He’s cruel toward his brother, toward you, toward anyone around him. He tells you to get out of his house.

And it’s only when he’s alone in his room that he actually cries about it.

He doesn’t reach out to you to repair the friendship. He’s too proud for that, too confused. Instead, it’s Mutt that comes over. He talks to you, tries to explain that things were different Underground and Blackberry doesn’t know how to handle things up here sometimes. He tries to get you and Blackberry in the same place so things can be smoothed over.

But if you start dating your crush, Blackberry’s going to pull away completely. It’s too much for him.

Mutt:

He’s also a type that doesn’t outright admit he likes you. No, he discovers you have feelings for someone else when he finds you on a date at Muffet’s. You introduce your crush, refer to Mutt as your “best friend, Rus”, and Mutt just grins and shakes your crush’s hand.

The electric buzzer is a bit stronger than usual when your crush yelps and jerks back their hand. Mutt shrugs as you admonish him and attend to your date.

“well, i’ll leave you crazy kids to it then.”

He disappears before you can even turn your attention back to him.

Mutt walks back home in a dark mood, filled with self-loathing. You’d never like him; he knew that already. He’s a monster, in more ways than one, and you can do so much better. He chain smokes dog treats in his basement for a while, not wanting Blackberry to see him in such a state, and then digs into his hidden flask. He won’t get drunk, but the familiar burn is enough to ground him.

Blackberry notices something’s amiss because Mutt won’t stop calling him m’lord in private, but he lets it slide.

You notice Mutt’s work keeps him busier for the next week, and he sends more one word texts than usual, but after a bit, he goes back to being normal. He just needed some time to feel numb again and let go before he could face you again.

(*Imagine Masterlist)

#undertale imagine #sans #papyrus #underfell #underswap #swapfell #the skeletons deal with rejection #i know my limit is four but i haven't done imagines in a bit #they always get longer then further down the line i go

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some-cookie-crumbz · 6 years ago

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writing prompt for some angsty kidge! 😈: mission gone wrong

HO BOI HOPE Y’ALL ARE READY FOR EVEN MORE HEARTBREAK MWEH HEHEHEH!!!

TW: Gore, Mutilation, Disfigurement

With Earth becoming a hub for alien activity after Voltronswooped back in to remind the universe what Voltron was all about, there was amix of good and bad. On the plus, the coalition had returned to help repairsome of the damage that Sendak and his forces had caused. It had only been agood year or so since then, and the Earth was nowhere near the same as before,there was comfort in things starting to resume as usual. With the coalitioninvolved, as well, they’d started to do more networking with smaller but justas vital planets, sending small groups from Voltron, the Garrison, the rebelforces, and the Blade to start up positive relations.

And ultimately, that had all been going well. They weresuccessfully extending their network, which opened up new avenues fordevelopments in the war. With the help they were getting, they’d gotten newmaterials, and those new materials were being used by the incredibly talentedhands of the Holts, Slav, and a technological development team composed of thesmartest minds from various worlds. The upgrades that had been given to the MFEships, the Atlus, and the basic battle cruisers they were planning on bringingalong once they went star faring again had gained great advantaged that wouldfurther cripple the Galran forces.

This also, however, led to people like Commander Hortazshowing up.

Hortaz, as they learned, was yet another ex-Zarkon leechthat had broken off during the after effects of the power vacuum. He’d gained asmall following of his own, with a small but impressive fleet of his own. Hehad sent down a notice to inform them that he had taken Krolia and Shirohostage. He claimed that he had intervened with their ship on its way back toEarth, and insisted that only a trade would grant their safe release.Specifically, a trade involving the Lions of Voltron for two of their mostprominent leaders. He told them they had four hours to decide before there’d beserious consequences to pay.

Keith’s response was to insist they enact an incrediblyrisky maneuver to sneak on board and save the duo.

“Now I’m not trying to be pessimistic here. Butthis,” Hunk said, indicating Keith with the wave of one hand, “seemslike a really bad idea.”

Lance nodded, shifting a bit as he crossed his arms over hischest. “I’m inclined to agree with Hunk here. We have next to no infoother than their demands and that they mayhave a hostage or two. It’s way too risky,”

“Too bad it’s not up to you two. Pidge, get thecoordinates pulled up and send them to Green. Everyone else, get ready to getin your Lions for cover,” Keith snapped, glaring at the duo before turninghis attention to the young woman. She seemed surprised and frowned at him,fingers tightening around the datapad in her hands.

“We haven’t heard back yet from the rebels about theirsituation, though! They could still be with Matt and his team doing recon overon planet Faqur!” Coran insisted, poised at the communication channel andtrying to reach out to the planet in question.

Keith growled and wheeled to instead turn his fury on theolder male. “We’ve been waiting for overan hour! It’s time to take action!”

Hunk stepped up again, both his hands up in an attempt at aplacating gesture. “Dude, they need some extra time! The rebels don’t runwith state-of-the-art equipment on low-risk assignments like that! This leadsto a delay in the transfer rate for their communicators!”

“This has been waytoo long to be simple delayinterference!”

“Keith, we understand your concern but-!” Allurachimed in, trying to take a similar approach to Hunk.

“No, you don’t! My Mom and Shiro are the only family I have left!” He bellowed, wheeling to glare down at the faces ofthe other Paladin’s, all gawking at him. He felt his hands clench into fists athis side. “If there’s even the slightestchance that they’re on that ship, I haveto go and get them out!”

He turned and stormed out of the room, not even bothering tolook back at them again. None of them really understood how he felt, about howterrified he was. For so long he’d had no one to rely on, had no one who lovedhim or believed in him. He’d already lost Shiro once and had missed so muchtime with his mother, he couldn’t stand the thought of losing either of themagain.

He heard footsteps behind him. He paused and turned,unsurprised to see Pidge jogging up along after him. “Hey, hold on. Can wetalk for a second?”

“If you’re just going to try and convince me thatthey’re right then you’re wasting your breath,” He said bluntly.

She frowned a bit as she strode up so that she was standingright in front him. “I’m not saying that we shouldn’t go out there anddeal with Commander Hortaz, but I think the others have a good point. We needmore information before we go in there shooting - or, rather, stabbing - firstand asking questions later,” She explained. She readjusted the grip shehad on her datapad, as if she intended to pull it up and show him something.“We should figure out where, exactly, he could be holding Krolia and Shirobefore we go storming in.”

“You mean where he isholding them! We would have heard back from oneof them by now if they weresafe!”

“But we don’t know if they are in danger! Hunk already explained to you why we may not haveheard back yet! We have another three hours of time before Hortaz comes lookingto fulfill the exchange; that’s morethan enough time to hear back from Matt. While we wait, we can do someinvestigating with drones on the ship so we have a better idea of what we’refacing if it does come down to a matter of executing a rescue mission. Doesthat sound like an agreeable plan?”

He growled and leaned down to her level, getting in herface. “We don’t have time forall this stalling! If we sit on our hands and do nothing, it guarantees that they’ll bekilled!”

“And running in half-cocked will only get us and them killed!” She snappedback angrily, not even bothering to step down. He had always admired herferocity and stubbornness, but now he just found it frustrating. Her gazesoftened a bit, though, and she reached out to set one hand on his upper arm,squeezing lightly to try and reassure him. “Keith, please. Work with us, not againstus. We’re a team and we need to worktogether like one. We can save them if they are in danger, but we need to workas a team.”

He stared at her, at the pleading gaze in her bright ambereyes. Of all the Paladins, he’d always felt that Pidge understood him the best.Despite the two of them coming from drastically different backgrounds, he’dseen how passionately she protected those she held dear. He couldn’t recall allthe times where her sensibility and logical approaches to problem solving hadsaved Team Voltron as a whole. Her input was one he valued and could rely onwhen his own was in a questionable place.

Well, most of the time, anyway.

He wretched free from her grasp. “I was expecting that,if anyone understood how I felt, it’d be you,” He hissed lowly.

Hurt took over her features for a moment before anger slidback into place. “I never putthe safety of the whole team on theline to save my family! I went looking for Matt alone!”

“Sure didn’t mind putting you, Shiro and Matt at riskfor your Dad, though,” He scoffed.

“How do you know about that?” She asked in slightsurprise.

“All you need to know is that I do. And that I knowyou’re being a hypocrite. So, just saying, make sure to be careful whenclimbing down from that high horse you’re up on. Wouldn’t want you to hurtyourself,” He sneered, shifting to walk away again.

“And somehow you’rein the moral right regarding this? Is thatwhat you think?” She said with a sharp, incredulous laugh. She followedafter him, shoving her way in front and forcing him to face her properly.“Bad news, pal; you aren’t! You’re putting all of us at risk over what a Galran commander is claiming he did! Without giving any of your own teammatesthe chance to confirm the validity of hisclaims!”

He squared his shoulder, his own fury growing at herpersistence. “I outrank all of you!Instead of picking a fight with me, just do what I fucking said,Pidge!”

For a moment, his shout echoed in the corridor around them.The look in her eyes was hard to read for him, but he could see that somethinghad been shattered between them. Trust, respect, comradory… He could place anexact label on it, but he knew that he had broken whatever tender relationshipthey had. For a moment, he wanted to back pedal and apologize, admit that shewas right and he was just falling back into his old habits of using aggressionto solve his problems.

However, he knew she wouldn’t accept it. The damage hadalready been done.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking a stepback and holding her hands up. When she looked at him again, her eyes were nearglowing with contained fury. “… Fine. We’ll do things your way, ohvaliant and noble leader. But if something goes wrong, I’m not saving you out there. Remember that,” With that, sheshifted around him and headed for the hanger to get the necessary preparationstarted.

He shoved down the uncomfortable churning of guilt andself-doubt in his belly as he returned to the command room, letting the othersknow to get to their battle stations for the in enactment of his plan. Alluraand Hunk exchanged worried glances with each other and Lance as the moved past.Lance himself, however, glared Keith down as he exited the room, making sure toshoulder-check the darker haired male as he did. The Black Paladin optedagainst commenting or pushing his luck further with his team; with his bondwith Pidge clearly fractured, the last thing he needed was to give hisrelationships with the rest of Team Voltron the axe treatment.

The ride in Green Lion to Commander Hortaz’ main ship wastense and uncomfortable. He stayed silent himself, not wanting to push Pidge’spatience any further, and she didn’t even grace him with questions or commentsabout their progress. She used a scanning device she’d upgraded the Green Lionwith to locate an empty hanger – most likely vacant to have room for the Lions,if he wagered a guess – and hacked the mainframe to open the door. There was asmall squad of sentries inside but, with Green’s cloaking still active, theywere easy to remove and settle in.

They left Green in the hanger and began searching, Pidgeshifting through codes and files and unlocking any cell that could potentiallyhave someone inside. Their searching turned up nothing, though, and dreadstarted to fill Keith as they approached the main deck. Perhaps CommnaderHortaz had foreseen their impromptu rescue mission, and relocated the prisonersto where he could monitor them personally?

When they charged in, though, it became clear by the legionof soldiers and the smug look on Hortaz’ face that it had been a bluff. AndKeith led them right into the trap like a bunch of blind mice.

Chaos broke out the minute he and Pidge breached the maindeck. The sentries and soldiers surged forward, clearly intending to overpowerthe duo. They handled themselves well enough, dispatching their opponents withthe kind of skilled grace to be expected of seasoned Paladins of Voltron.Commander Hortaz was barking orders at his underlings as they fought, but Keithwasn’t paying much mind to what he said. His bigger concern was taking Hortazdown for what he’d done.

Suddenly, there was a force slamming into his back and asharp shout of, “Keith, look out!” He stumbled forward and turnedjust in time to see some strange, orb-like device latching onto Pidge. Therewere large, piercing metal prongs that suddenly speared out, piercing throughher armor to latch on to the crook of her neck on the left side. She cried outand reached up, trying to yank the device free frantically.

“Pidge!” He shouted, turning to charge forward andhelp get it off of her.

But, then, the device began flashing, and an explosionerupted. There was nothing but the sound the explosion, the sight of theexplosion blast, and the smell of burning; burning skin, burning hair and theburning of whatever material their armor was constructed from. Pidge’s bodywavered for a moment, her silhouette in the resulting plume of smoke all hecould see, before she dropped to her knees and hit the ground.

And then all he saw was red.

“Pidge!” He howled, barely recognizing his ownvoice. He rushed forward, pulling out is luxite blade and hacking at thesentries and soldiers indiscriminately in his path to her. Hortaz came at him,trying to halt him, only for Keith to smack him rough across the head with theblunt side of his bayard. The Commander wasn’t used to combat, obviously, as hestumbled back with a cry. Keith paused and struck the other twice more, justfor good measure, and then easily sidestepped his body to get to his followteammate.

He dropped to his knees beside her, hands shaking as herecalled his bayard and set his luxite blade aside. She’d taken all the damagefrom the explosion, and the armor seemed to have become nothing more butshrapnel to cause even more damage. The side of her helmet the bomb hadattached to was completely destroyed, and the glass from the screen wasshattered on the other side, murky with grim and blood. All of her shoulder waspierced open and there were clear bleeding lacerations along her neck. Therewas the faint gleam of silver from the small prongs, still latched into herskin. He shifted to pull her closer and froze when he saw the mangled mess ithad become. “O-Oh, God, Pidge…P-Please, say something!” Hechoked out. He stole a glance down and saw only a faint movement of her chest,some slight he almost missed it.

He would need to act fast if he wanted her to live.

He opened up the communication channel before carefullymoving to pick her up. He shifted to carry her over one shoulder, in thefireman carrying style with his right arm looped under her knees to keep herpressed close. “We need an extraction, now!” He shouted as he dartedout of the room.

“W-What? But you have Green Lion! You can fly out thesame way you came in!” Hunk sputtered before letting out a shout, thesounds of laser blasts reaching through. The fleet may have been small but itwas clear they hadn’t wanted the Lions having a chance to link up.

“Pidge isn’t going to be able to pilot! We need someoneto tow Green with us inside!”

There was static for a second, followed by an impassionedshout from Lance. “What do you mean?What happened to Pidge? What did you do?”

“Lance, now isn’tthe time!” Allura snapped back. Keith skid to a stop in the hallway for amoment, looking around as he tried to remember how far back they’d had to goand what kind of turns they’d made. “Get back to Green and let us knowwhen you’re there. We’ll find you and get you out.”

He swallowed hard before he darted down a corridor to hisright, recognizing a dent from where Pidge had slammed a drone into the wall.He kept going, desperate to find his way back to Green. “You’re gonna be okay,Pidge. I promise,” He choked out, forcing himself to remain composed. He neededto stay focused on making it back to Green in one piece. If they didn’t, Pidgewouldn’t make it out of this alive.

His stomach churned as he remembered what Pidge had said,about how she wouldn’t protect him if this mission went bust. He wished thatshe had stayed true to that, that she’d let the bomb blow up on him. This wasall his fault, his bull-headed decision, and she didn’t deserve to suffer forhis refusal to listen to his team.

He would have to apologize her, once she was well enough, hethought as he barged into the hanger. The moment they arrived, Green’s particlebarrier lowered and she dipped her head, opening her maw to them. He rushed in,charged into the cockpit, and settled down. He placed Pidge down gently andcarefully. “We’re in!”

“Send out a distress signal from Green’s comms! Theships defenses are down so we should be able to track you down!” Allurasnapped. He carefully shifted over and the console lit up, Green most likelyaware of what was needed and giving him a minimal amount of leeway withcontrolling her. “It’s showing for me; is everyone else seeing it?”

“Got it! Heading that way now to run defense!”Hunk called.

Lance was the next to chime in. “Same! I’ll heat blastinto the ship to get Green space-borne!”

“Excellent. I’ll see if I can handle towing Greenalong. If you two can cover me, I think we can make it,”

“Roger!” The two said in unison before putting the makeshiftplan together.

With the plan set in motion, Keith stumbled away from thecontrols and headed back over to where Pidge was laying. He paid barely anyattention to what was occurring, glancing up briefly when the hanger was meltedopen and the ship knocked into an angle. He watched as Green shifted, floatinga bit and slowly twirling out into the stars. The minute Green was out farenough, Blue appeared, staring at Green for a moment before shifting upwards,settling her paws along Green’s back and starting to surge forward.

He knelt down beside her and shifted, unsure of what to do.Would removing the helmet be a safe idea? She clearly suffered from headinjury, so would removing the helmet be too much jostling for her weakened formto handle? But she was bleeding so much and from so many places… Would it bebetter to try and stop the bleeding?

He rushed over to one of the smaller compartments in thecockpit, where they kept small amounts of rations and first aid kits. He fishedout the kit and then headed back over, kneeling beside her again, and poppingopen the kit. As he reached in to start getting out supplies, he had to freeze.So much damage had been done, where should he even begin? His brain told himthat her neck was the logical place to start with getting her injuries undercontrol, but then the issue of what should be removed and how safe to do so itwould be, cropped back up.

He could feel his mind whirling a mile a minute, panic andanxiety grasping around his throat like a choke hold. What if his attempts tohelp only made things worse? After all, he risked the chance of causing morebleeding if he removed pieces of the shrapnel, right? He could feel his handstrembling as he grabbed a bottle of antiseptic from inside. “Pidge, comeon! Katie, please, say something! Give me something, a-anything! You have to be ok!” Hedropped the bottle and pressed one hand against the cool metal of the cockpit,hoping that it would ground him. “This can’t… This can’t be happening. Not to her.”

There was the now-familiar prodding at the back of his mindof a Lion reaching out to him. For a moment, he thought it was Black Lion,sensing his unsteady frame of mind and reaching out to him. Once he allowed thepresence into his mind, though, he realized that the Lion was unfamiliar tohim. “My Paladin… Where is my Paladin, Black Paladin?”

“Green…?” He asked quietly, lifting his head andlooking around the barely lit cockpit.

“My question, Black Paladin. Answer it,” Green’s presence became more aggressive, the edgesof her consciousness beginning to bleed anger into him.

He shook his head a bit. “I… I dont know what youmean! Sh-she’s right here, withme!”

Green’s anger boiled higher at this, pressing on his mindwith a sharp pressure that left his vision spotty for a moment. “Do youthink me a fool? I will not be taken in by your lies!”

He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before glaringtowards the ceiling of the cockpit. “It’s not a lie! She’s here in front of me! Right here!” He looked back down at her and then sucked in aharsh breath, his heart stammering for a second at the lifelessness of herbody. He pressed forward, setting a gentle hand on the chest plate of herarmor, praying for just the slightest movement. Thankfully enough, he could seeher taking incredibly shallow breathes. It wasn’t much, but at least it showedshe was still fighting. “She’s… She’s still breathing! She’s going to make it!” He shouted,whether for himself or for Green, he wasn’t entirely sure. He opened the communicationsagain. “We need to have a medical staff at the ready the minute we get back to Earth!”

“Easier saidthan done! Your brilliant plan of kicking thehornet’s nest is getting us swarmed!”

“Lance is right, Keith! We were barely able to get you out safely, and I can’t fight with Greenattached!” Allura chimed in. He heard her mutter some kind of swear inAltean under her breath, some of her frustration starting to leak out. “Ifwe had Voltron we could handle this with great ease!”

Keith glared off to the side before letting his eyes fallback on Pidge, watching her like a hawk to assure she was still breathing.“Voltron’s out of the question; we’re down a Lion, regardless of what wedo. Even if I did call Black Lion to me, it doesn’t change that Pidge can’tpilot,”

“Is there any way we can switch Lance to towing duty?Red’s faster so she and Lance can get you guys back down faster so Pidge canget treatment! Then he can come back to the battle, and Keith can get Black tohelp out! At least with four Lions we have better odds!” Hunk chimed in,just as Yellow rushed in front of Blue to ram into an incoming ship.

“Great idea, Hunk! Also, thanks for the save!”

“Aw, thanks! And don’t mention it!”

Red could be seen a bit away from them, weaving between shipsand wreckage with the greatest of ease. "That should work. Allura, I’mheading over to switch with you,”

The switch went relatively smooth, thanks to Hunk running interferencewith any incoming ships. Once Red’s paws were settled along Green’s back, Lancepunched it into overdrive, the sudden chance of force and speed nearly topplingKeith over. He forced himself to stay upright, though, and carefully placed asteadying hand against her good shoulder. She released a quiet whine at theaction, but he took it as yet another sign that she was still fighting.

The minute the ground was in sight, a medical team standingby with a stretcher, Keith shifted and picked Pidge back up. He focused onhander her over, ignoring the horrified sounds of the staff. A glance over hisshoulder showed Red Lion frozen in air for a moment, Lance most likely catchinga glimpse of the damage and being too stricken to move. He turned away andrushed to getting Black, intent on getting some kind of revenge for what hadhappened.

With him partaking and Commander Hortaz dispatched, dealingwith the fleet was handled well enough. The whole team was fueled by the angerof knowing one of their own was seriously injured by these soldiers and theirleader. He was kicking himself the whole time, wondering why he hadn’t donebetter, why he hadn’t led the team better.

Hadn’t he learned anything?

Was he just doomed to repeat the same ignorant approaches toproblems, harming those he held dear for eternity?

The thought plagued him the entire mad rush from the hangerto the medical bay. They were forced to sit in the lobby area with Sam andColleen once they arrived, as she was still in surgery. Coran stayed with themthrough most of it, but left to inform Matt, Shiro and Krolia of what had occurredonce it was confirmed they were on their way back. He had been the one goingaround and taking the time to reassure and comfort everyone, but with him gone,no one else dared move or speak. The silence was only occasionally broken up bysoft hiccups from either of the panicked, terrified parents. Keith didn’t havethe courage to lift his head and say anything or even face them. How could helook them in the eyes, knowing this was all his fault? That the bomb was meantfor him, but he’d only been spared because of their daughter’s quick actions?That none of this would have happened if he’d simply listened to his teammates?

All of his bravery had left him in the face of this, leavinghim nothing but a heart and belly that felt weighed down by lead.

Finally, after two hours that felt like an eternity, one ofthe doctors came down to lead them up. Thankfully, she had swapped out hersurgical scrubs for the expected white lab coat. He didn’t recognize her anddidn’t bother with reading the ID badge she had clipped to her coat. They allfollowed her down the hall, but once she reached the door, she took the Holtsaside and spoke with them quietly. Keith swore he saw something break in themat whatever she said before she opened the door and quietly ushered theminside. Once determining that the two were settled in with their daughter, sheexited the room, shutting the door with the utmost care, and turned to face theother Paladins.

“How’s Pidge? Is she gonna be okay?” Hunk blurtedout, his tone frantic but seeming to recognize that volume control would stillbe necessary.

Lance was next, scrambling out of the small plastic chairhe’d settled in. “When can we go in and see her? How long will she needbefore she can bounce back?”

The doctor held up one hand, clearly not anticipating to bejumped so enthusiastically following her return. “She is stable,” Shesaid, directing these words to Hunk before turning to look at Lance, "butit will be some time before she is able to do much of anything. The damage wasextensive and will require a lot of additional treatment and surgeries goingforward to help her adapt to the aftermath. For now, we don’t want her beingoverstimulated, so we only want one or two people going in at a time, and forno more than ten minutes at a time. She’s stable, as I said, but there wasquite a bit of trauma to her head so she can’t keep up with things going onaround her near as well as she could prior. Right now, until Commander and Dr.Holt come out, no one else should go in to see her.”

Allura shifted to sit more upright in her own seat, armswrapping around herself tightly in concerned. “Aftermath? What does thatmean?”

“Well, the explosion was in close proximity of herperson, correct?”

“Yeah,” Keith croaked, the first words he’d spoken in hours.“It… It was some kind of bomb that attached directly to her, along hershoulder and… And part of her neck. She was trying to pry it off when itexploded.”

The doctor hummed, plucking a clipboard from a tray besidePidge’s door and beginning to write on it furiously. "Well, that certainlyexplains quite a bit of it,” She paused once she was done writing, gave asmall nod as she skimmed it over, and then returned the clipboard to its tray.“She’s got severe burns on the left side of her face, as well as somegashes from the combination of bomb shrapnel and her helmet being destroyed.Furthermore, she’ll be deaf and blind on that side. Amputating her left handwas also necessary, as the damage to the muscle was too extensive to recovernaturally. Commander and Dr. Holt have both already been informed of this, sowe know a prosthetic will be a fast reality for her. It just depends how fastshe feels well enough to have the prosthetic attached.” There was a quietchime within one of the pockets of her coat. She pulled out a small beeper andhummed to herself, switching it off and nodding her head at them politely.“You’ll have to excuse me. I need to go make my rounds with my otherpatients.”

And, once she disappeared from sight, all Hell broke loose.

“A bomb wentoff in her face?” Hunk wheezedout, stumbling back a step as he stared at their somber leader.

Lance, however, wheeled around and seized Keith up by thecollar of his Garrison jacket. “This is all your fault!” He shouted, slamming him into the wall justbeside where he’d been seated.

“Lance, stop!”Allura protested, getting out of her seat and moving towards them.

Keith held one of his hands up at her, trying to stop her. “No,Allura. Let him shout about how right he was while he can,”

He almost regretted those words as a look of pure murdertook over his teammate’s, eyes icy in more ways than just color. “Is that what you think this is about? Aboutgetting to say I was right? Being right was the last fucking thing I wanted to be; especially if what happened to Pidge was the cost!” He seethed, his volume lowered but pure menacedripping off his words. But this was what Keith had wanted by choosing thewords he had. Of all of Team Voltron, as loathe as he was to admit it, he knewthat Lance was the one that would always be completely honest with him, withoutholding anything back. And that reality – thathurt –was what he needed. “You could have gotten her killed! And for what?To chase after a blatant lie? If we’dwaited another thirty minutes - just like the rest of us said - youwould have known they we bluffing!Instead, Pidge had to lose a hand, her sight, and her hearing on one side! Areyou happy now that you almost got her killed because you just had to rush into a fight? Like you alwaysdo?”

“… Let go of me,”

“What, can’t handle the truth?” Lance sneered.

Keith snarled and lifted his head, meeting Lance’s furiousgaze with one of his own. “I saidlet go!” He roared before tearing the other’s hand off of him andtaking off for the elevator.

“That’s right, run!Run away from the problems you makelike you always do!”

He rushed into the elevator and made his way up to the roof,desperate to find a place to be alone. He had antagonized Lance intentionally,sure, but he hadn’t necessarily expected that. Those words… Though he felt themto be true, hurt to hear coming from someone else. To have his own feelings -the dark and awful feelings he kept buried deep down inside – asserted as atruth hurt deeply, but he forced himself to swallow it down.

He deserved it. But, for as much as he knew he deserved it,he had been a breath away from lowering himself to fisticuffs with Lance, andhad forced himself to just leave.

He stayed up on the roof as he watched the sun dip behindthe mountain range, the inky dark of night enveloping them. He watched as thestars began to slowly spark to life, tracing out his favorite constellations asthey appeared. He couldn’t remember how many nights he’d snuck out to the roofto think, the sight of the sky helping to soothe the unease inside of him.

Once that familiar comfort had fully soothed him, he headedback down to Pidge’s room. He hoped that Lance was either gone, or at leastcalmed down some. To his surprise, the other Paladins were gone, but Shiro wassettled in one of the seats. He’d most likely known that he’d come slinkingback at some point with his tail between his legs.

“Keith,” Shiro said as he rose from his seat.

He walked past the older male and stared at the door. “Howis she?”

Shiro heisitated, looking off to the side before sighingquietly. “She’s… She’s hanging in there,” He sounded choked up. Heprobably hadn’t expected the kind of horrific damage that Keith had caused tothe feisty young woman. “Everyone else has already gone in. So, if youwanted to…”

He let out a hollow little laugh. “Do I even have the right to go see her?”

“Keith… Of course you do,”

“I don’t feel like I do. I feel like all I’ve done is revealedhow wrong it was for the Black Lion to ever put me in the leader’s seat. Idon’t deserve to be a Paladin of Voltron… I don’t deserve to be a pilot… AllI’ve done is proved everyone that ever said I’d never be worth anythingright,”

Shiro reached out and set one hand on Keith’s shoulder,giving a small squeeze. “You made a bad call… That’s true. Learn fromthis and never do it again. Work to make amends with the others. All you can dois do better going forward,”

He stared at him for a moment, not really sure if hebelieved the other, before looking back at the door. “Now or never, Isuppose,” He said before opening the door and slowly going inside.

There were a lot of monitors and devices hooked up to her,mostly the standard ones from what he could tell. The entire left side of herhead was covered in white gauze. The IVs had been placed into her right side,which made sense, but the chair in the room had been moved to settle by thefoot of her bed. It made sense, though; if she couldn’t see or hear on her leftside, company would need to approach from her right, but it was clear that theyalso needed to be weary of her hookups.

Her visible eye was cracked, a little hazy, but shifted tofix on him as he slipped into the chair.

"Hey, Pidge,” He said quietly.

“Oh… Hey,” She trailed, her words a bit slurred.Probably from the pain medications, he wagered.

He reached out and gently set one of his hands on top ofhers, making sure not to put too much pressure for fear of irritating any ofthe IVs she was hooked up to. “Pidge, I’m… I’m so sorry. I should have listened to you and the others. If I had, none of this would have happened. Youwouldn’t have been hurt, and I understand if you can never forgive me for this,”He choked out, blinking frantically to keep the tears at bay. He hated himselfso much for what he’d done to her.

“It’s okay. We all do stupid stuff, I’m sure… Atleast, I think so, anyway,” It was strange to hear her sound unsure.

“I’m just so glad you’re alive, Pidge,” He said,lifting his head to look at her again.

“Thanks, um… Uh… Who are you?”

#crumbles grumbles #Keidge #Kidge #Peith #Kidgemas #tw: gore #tw: mutilation #tw: disfigurement #my fics

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demonsofdevildom · 2 years ago

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Giving Sloth a hard stare when they be fussing of being handed the duty of watching over another human, “Belphegor, remember now... no choking the human or hurting them. Understood? Unless you wish to be hung from the ceiling all day and night now, also Beelzebub will be assisting you as well since I know how sleepy you get at times.” hearing that pitiful whine of the sleepy demon who was dealing with his speech of things once again.

“Why me though?! Can’t Mammon handle it? Then again he’s lousy in being around that human he’s supposed to look after. Urk-!” by devil his older brother was scary when dead set on things and sighing when having to take up a chore as he put it, “Fine... but don’t blame me like how you do Mammon now. Mweh... always such a stiff big brother, treating your little brother like this... mrmm...” trying to pull the little brother card though it may not work in this case from how Lucifer was being right now and relenting to the eldest’s words of having to take up such a duty.

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askbittyerror · 7 years ago

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Bitty type: Rogue (Dreamswap Blueberry)

Height: 8 in/ 20.32 cm

Likes: Causing chaos, toying with people

Hates: feeling helpless

-Chaotic Evil

-Sadistic

-Manipulative

-He can get into any location, no matter how well secured it is

-Do not leave him alone with anyone

-NOT COMPATIBLE WITH ANY ERROR SERIOUSLY THERE WILL BE DEATHS

-Not compatible with any bitty in general really

-Or person

-Has a book of secrets, and somehow knows everything

-Is probably blackmailing roughly 70% of everyone he knows

-This will include you

-The only way to get him to do something is to bribe him

-He knows he’s cute

-He takes advantage of that

-Enjoys harassing people

-You never actually adopted him

-He just showed up one day

-And now he won’t leave

-Send help

-Enjoys starting drama and spreading rumors

-You can’t take him anywhere

-You’ll just come home and find he’s kidnapped someone somehow

-“Hey, I know you’ve been having money trouble recently so I stabbed a guy and took his wallet!” -Rogue at some point probably

-Malicious prankster

-No Rogue, filling people’s shoes with nails is not a prank, it’s just evil

-Can cry on command

-If he mweh’s, he wants something from you

-And it probably isn’t good

-If his reason for doing something is “For friendship”, RUN

-He loves compliments and praise

-Loves feeling in control

-May throw a tantrum if he doesn’t get what he wants

-He’ll throw a fit if you aren’t giving him enough attention

-This fit may include stabbing

-Any attention is good attention

-He might just get bored and burn your house down one day

-He loves to find out people’s weaknesses and exploit them

-Everything is a game to him

-Try to not let him crash. He might not come back the same.

-If you tell him not to do something he will do that thing extra hard just to spite you

-Lonely

-He loves??? Blanket forts???

-All of your stuff is his now. No, he’s not sharing.

-If he overexerts himself, his glitching could get worse.

-Always plotting

-Master of the long con

-He may have days where he is far more affectionate than usual.

-He’s either trying to butter you up for something, is toying with you, or maybe he’s genuinely having a bad day and just needs some affection from someone who cares about him

-It’s not like many people actually like him, and that gets to him sometimes, you know?

-All the stuff you do for him, all the times you’ve helped him, he really does appreciate it.

-Although most of the time he’s just tooting his own horn in a “look what I got them to do for me” sort of way.

-But, for some reason he can’t comprehend, you keep putting up with him.

-And he kind of loves you for it.

No recommendations. Good luck.

Dreamswap AU belongs to @onebizarrekai

Bittybones AU belongs to @fucken-crybaby

#bittybones #dreamswap #underswap #adoptable #dreamswap blueberry #this guy was shoved to the top of my list due to popular demand #enjoy your demented little demon child I guess #click on him #rogue info #art

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harrish6 · 7 years ago

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Until The Last Petal Falls - Chapter 1 - Little Red SOUL In A Bed Of Flowers

I do not own UnderTale or FlowerFell, or any of the Characters. They belong to their respectful owners. I only own this story. I really want to make this different then Flowerfell, but not so different that it isn't Flowerfell.

This is a rewrite of a story I made on Wattpad. This story can be found there as well.

-Start Chapter-

Light shown down the hole, golden flowers under the light shimmered and shined. Then movement, making the flowers sway.

A small bony hand come up, stretching out. "Wha...?" Brows frowning, eye sockets slowly opened. Blinking for a few moments to get used to the light, starry blue eyes stared up to the hole in confusion.

Slowly moving, the skeleton sat up. Twitching, he looked at his hands in wonder. "Where am I...?" Then a whimper escaped him. "Who am I?"

'Well, what do we have here?'

Jolting, the skeleton looked around wildly for the source of the voice. It sounded so familiar, like he should know who it was. A longing filled him, making him frown in confusion. "Hello?"

There was no one but him here, nothing but the flowers and hole. Frowning, he squinted, hoping to see whoever it was that was talking. "Is anybody here?"

'You can hear me?! This is different....'

"Um, may I ask for help?" A smile worked it's way up on the small skeleton's face. "I seem to be lost....very lost." He checked over his hands, a powerful feeling working it's way up him. Huffing, and feeling very confused, he kept looking around for the owner of the voice.

For some reason the smell of chocolate wouldn't leave him alone.

'And with a human SOUL too! This changes things.'

"A human...SOUL?" The Skeleton knew he wasn't a human, but a Monster. But his SOUL was-!

He couldn't remember. He couldn't remember what his SOUL looked like. In fact, he didn't even know what his own face looked like anymore. Looking up at the hole, he wondered if he fell.

'Did I fall on my head?' Lightly patting his head, he tried to think on what happened. 'Was that made me forget?' But all that came up was blank. Nothing stood out, in fact nothing came to mind.

That worried him, he had a feeling someone was very worried for him. That he was needed somewhere.

'But maybe this is for the best....'

Shaking off the despair that wanted to break through, the skeleton stood up in the bed of golden flowers. Glancing down at himself, he saw a torn grey t-shirt, ripped grey pants, and the blue boots looked like they were getting ready to fall apart at any moment. The only thing on him that looked perfectly fine was a long light blue scarf around his neck.

It has no tears or holes, just a few petals left on it. Shaking off the petals, he made sure it was tied tightly around him. Moving a bit, a giggled escaped him. It was like having a cape! "Mweh!"

'I....A human failed to do what was needed in the end.'

'This feels important...' Softly touch the warm scarf that sat around his neck, he couldn't shake the feeling that this was important to him. That it getting destroyed or lost would be a bad thing. He had no idea who gave him this - if someone did that, for all he knew he made it himself - but they must have been important to him.

'In fact,' glancing at the hole, he knew what he needed to do. 'I have to get out.'

'A SOUL of Determination can do so much, but at a price.'

Someone was calling for him, looking for him. He was sure of that if nothing else. He had to find them, tell them that he was okay. Every part of him was screaming at him to do this. And while he had no idea who he was looking for, he knew he had to try.

'I will ask for a answer later on, I will need to know your answer.'

Walking out of the bed of flowers, he glanced around. It was completely dark besides the light coming from the hole. Taking a gulp, he stepped into the dark, following the path.

"I'll be fine!" Starry eyes stared ahead, determined. A grin growing on his face as he strode forward. He refused to look back at the flower bed, where he was pretty sure he had fallen to. Soon he came to a huge set of doors, tall and imposing and dark in color. "Everything will be fine!"

'A human failed so many times, too many times until it was too late.'

"Besides, I'm not alone!" The skeleton cheered, glancing around as if to the find the person behind the voice that made him think of chocolate for some reason. "Isn't that right Voice?"

'Heh! But maybe a Determined Monster can do what a Determined human can't.'

Taking in a deep breath, he pushed open the doors. Nothing but darkness greeted him.

'Yo-r....co-l....-ro.'

'I don't know who you are,' He took a step into the dark room. 'but I want you to know that I'm okay.'

'Seeing the RUINS doors fill you with Determination.'

'I l-V- y- br-.'

'GO-B-c-K!'

-End Chapter-

Blueberry as forgotten everything, the reason why will be reviled in pieces later on. All he knows is that someone is looking for him, that he needs to find them. He made the leap of logic that he fell down the hole, and that made him loose him memories. Not to say that is what happened, but that is his theory

Blueberry, while innocent still and never fighting back, is going to be a bit more mature then the older version of this story. Not by too much, but enough. Like I said, there are going to be differences, changes are going to be made. I don't want Blueberry to be exactly like Frisk, and he is a Monster with a human SOUL. Monsters are going to react very differently to him then they would with Frisk.

#CherryBerry #Swap!Sans/Fell!Sans #Until The Last Petal Falls #Harrish6 #Fanfiction #Fanfic #Amnesia #Blueberry Has A Human SOUL #Blueberry Can't Use His Magic #FlowerFell #UnderSwap #My Own Headcanons #Blueberry Is In Frisk's Place

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valhallansim · 7 years ago

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Just out of curiosity.... How has your day/week been?

Oh dear, I hope you are genuinely interested haha!! It has been mweh, had migraines 3 out of the 7 days of the week, had to cancel plans to see Wonder Woman with my best friend. I hope I will be able to see it tomorrow with her!

I’ve also been feeling terribly anxious logging in these couple of days because even though most of the feedback from you guys has been SO SO positive regarding my Pride content and I am so glad for that, I also have received quite a few messages that left me anxious. Won’t bore you with all the details but I try my best to be as respectful and open minded as possible at all times, but a lot of different things are offensive to a lot of different people and it just tears at me because whatever I do in a situation where I want to change something because it is offensive to some, may be offensive to someone else for removing something. I just leaves me full of dread, and that’s not how I want to feel at ALL concerning my Pride CC.

I am so so so happy that most of the messages have been so positive, though, I am so glad you guys feel represented and included and it just warms my heart. Thank you guys so much. ;v; ♥

I’ve been playing a lot of Northgard, which is a fun little game! RTS games are not at all something I usually enjoy, but I am a simple woman and if I see something with Norse mythology I click on it (nice meme Val). I hope your week has been good, anon!! Thank you for checking up on me, I feel loved!

#valhallan replies #anonymous #Anonymous

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soloshikigami · 8 years ago

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Commission #2

Here’s the next one! Commissioned by @sesurescue (again, why can’t I tag? T_T) Thank you again, lovie! This was a fun one ^_^

Word Count: 2137 Pairings: Papyrus/Blue, Red/Sans Contained within: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, light bondage, Dom/sub dynamics, hiding in the closet (literally), try and fail to not get caught

“Skeletons in the Closet.”

Sans wondered how he got into these situations. He wondered how the hell Red ever convinced him to go into his brother’s room to mess with his figurines. Sans knew damn good and well that they were very highly prized by Papyrus, and while putting them in compromising positions may be a funny thing to do to Fell, his brother was so innocent that Sans figured he would either be very offended, or it would go over his head and therefore leave no fun to be had.

But neither of them counted on Papyrus coming home earlier than expected and counted even less on the speed it seemed to take him to get to his room, so to spare themselves the lecture, they decided it would be a good idea to hide in the closet.

Neither of them counted on Papyrus having a guest with him, either, though they weren’t too surprised to hear the tall skeleton burst into his room with the Sans from the Swap Universe.

“Are they like, attached to each other or something?” Red muttered.

“Shush,” Sans growled, despite the fact that he had nearly the same thought.

They listened as the other two seemed to be wrapping up a debate over puzzles, and leaving the two trapped Sanses wondering how long this was going to take.

“I’m telling you that nylon rope is the way to do it!” Papyrus declared.

“Silk rope is the better one to use, Papyrus!” Blue argued, and both Red and Sans could almost see the small skeleton putting his fists on his hips. “It just feels right!”

“But it’s too slippery,” Papyrus said. “It can be used in some situations, but if you have a particularly squirmy target, it could potentially cause more problems.”

“I guess you’re just going to have to show me,” Blue said, his voice dropping in tone.

Sans and Red both perked up at the change in Blue’s voice and wondered what was going on. Sans, sitting in front of Red, glanced at him over his shoulder. He could barely make out Red’s profile from the little light they got from the crack in the closet door, but the nod he got from him was unmistakable. Sans reached carefully for the door and pushed it open just a bit. They couldn’t see much, but they could see Blue standing sideways near Papyrus’ bed. It was his back half, but they could tell he was looking up, and guessed that Papyrus was likely standing near.

“Are you sure?” Papyrus asked, and Sans quirked an eye-ridge at the change in his brother’s voice as well.

“Yes, I am sure, sir.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Red whispered.

Sans shrugged, just as shocked by Blue’s statement.

They watched with a touch of trepidation as they watched Papyrus roughly turn Blue around and pull his arms behind his back. They couldn’t see what was going on at Blue’s back, but they both watched his face intensely. Blue dropped his head back with a small… was that a moan? They could see his cheeks turned a very pale blue and then he winced.

“Too tight?” Papyrus asked.

“A little, sir.”

“Nyeh, heh, heh, good boy.”

Blue let loose another moan. “Thank you, sir.”

Papyrus chuckled again and they could see Blue moving a little, Papyrus apparently adjusting whatever was too tight for Blue.

“We probably shouldn’t be here,” Red whispered.

“I know,” Sans whispered back.

Neither moved.

“Why are we still here?” Red asked.

“What?”

“I thought you were going to teleport.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I can’t today, you know that.”

“If I do it, they’ll hear it.”

In truth, they were too fascinated to do so, even if they could.

The scene continued to unfold before them. Papyrus turned Blue around again to face him and they could see a trail of red-colored rope dangling from Blue’s wrists, and it was obvious that his hands were tied together.

“How does that feel?” Papyrus asked.

“Very nice, sir,” Blue said softly in reply. “It’s not as rough as I thought it would be, and it feels more secure.”

“Nyeh heh heh, see? The Great Papyrus is always victorious.”

Blue laughed a little. “Yes, you are, sir.”

“So, does this mean I won the bet?”

“Yes, sir.”

There was a clack; Papyrus had leaned down to kiss Blue, but it only lasted a moment as Papyrus finally came into view and he sat on his bed. They could see that he had taken off the bottom of his battle body and his still-gloved hand was stroking a thick orange cock.

“Come on,” Papyrus coaxed Blue. “I don’t believe I trained a sore loser.”

“Not at all, sir,” Blue said, moving in front of Papyrus and dropping gracefully to his knees.

“H-he’s not, he can’t,” Sans stammered.

Blue’s head bent down, Papyrus resting a hand gently on the back of his skull, and they could clearly see Blue’s head bobbing a moment later.

Sans tore his eyes away from the sight – they really shouldn’t be there, they really shouldn’t be watching this. He shuddered as he heard wet, suckling sounds and his own brother’s soft moans of appreciation.

“You’re so good at that, Blue,” Papyrus murmured. “That’s my good boy, taking my entire cock into your mouth.”

Blue let out a hum but said nothing.

“This is kinda hot,” Red murmured.

Sans couldn’t help looking up again, and the sight before him did send a thrill through him, making his bones feel warm and his magic flow. Papyrus was now leaning back on the bed on his elbows, his head dropped back so Sans couldn’t see his face, but the sounds that came from the two made it obvious that they were enjoying what they were doing.

Suddenly, they heard the bed creak as Papyrus sat up, pushing Blue back, who released Papyrus with a protest, but then he let out a small cry of surprise as he was scooped up and thrown onto the bed. Papyrus climbed over him and began to ravage the little skeleton.

Sans was having an internal freak out, but apparently Red didn't have the same problem.

"Are you serious right now?!" Sans whispered.

"Come on," Red whispered. "You can't resist me."

Red rubbed himself against Sans' backside, one arm circling around his middle and pulling Sans against him. Sans grit his teeth, trying to not make a sound, though with the way Blue was moaning and whining, he probably could without being heard.

"Now, I believe if we were using silk rope, either by now you would have slipped out or the knot would have come undone," Papyrus' voice cut through the haze of pleasure that was beginning to cloud Sans' mind.

Red pressed a hand over Sans' mouth as the other slipped between his legs. Sans didn’t really need Red’s hand to be there, his gasp more felt than heard.

“Do you agree?” Papyrus asked.

Sans watched through the crack as Papyrus ground into Blue’s squirming body, which was now mostly free of his clothes. Sans gasped almost at the same time Blue did as Red’s hand slipped under the waistband and palmed at his pubis the same time Papyrus’ cock rubbed against Blue’s.

“Y-y-yes s-sir,” Blue whined. “Please, please, I need you, sir, please!”

“And stars, do I ever need you,” Red whispered to Sans.

Sans’ eye-lights nearly went out, feeling the back of his shorts being pushed down, Red’s hand slipped back between his legs again, stroking his pelvis deliberately, causing Sans’ magic to coalesce into a warm mound that was quickly moistening.

“You’re a good boy, too,” Red whispered, licking along his jaw.

Sans was now grateful for Red’s hand across his mouth as well as his timing; Papyrus and Blue both groaned as they joined as Sans moaned at Red’s words.

“I know you like it when I take you from behind, even forcefully,” Red chuckled.

Sans felt himself being bent forward slightly, a familiar head rubbing against his folds. He gripped at Red’s arm, head spinning between being more turned on in his life and mortified to be having sex in his brother’s closet while his brother and best friend were fucking each other less than five feet away. The sound of bone meeting bone, breathy moans, and the creaking of the wooden car bed distracted Sans for another moment before he was penetrated by something thick, hot, and pulsing.

“Fuck, Sans,” Red groaned softly. “Always so tight, stars, I love it.”

Sans could feel tears pricking his eyes, though he didn’t know why exactly. Red slid in slowly, gripping him tight when he was fully seated in him for a moment, biting down on the side of his neck.

“S-sir! Please! M-may I- m-may- I!” Blue begged.

“You may,” Papyrus murmured.

Blue cried out as he came, Papyrus moaning softly a moment later, and it was too much for Sans to take and his own cry got past Red’s fingers.

Everything was still for a few moments. Before the other two could react, the door flew open. Papyrus stared down at them, nude from the waist down, Blue was without any of his clothes, only his scarf still in place as he rubbed at his wrists.

“Mweh, heh heh, looks like we had an audience, sir,” Blue said gently.

“That is what it looks like to me,” Papyrus said with a disappointed-sounding sigh.

Red grinned up at them but said nothing. Sans couldn’t tear his eyes from the floor, embarrassment freezing him in place but doing nothing to cool the agitated heat of magic in his body.

“Well? What are you two just sitting there for?” Papyrus asked.

Red blinked up at him. Sans still couldn’t move.

“We gave you a show,” Blue said, amusement apparent in his voice. “It seems only fair for you two to return the favor.”

Sans felt everything stop. Was he-?

“Are you serious?” Red asked, voicing what Sans was thinking.

Papyrus bent down, gripping Red’s jaw in his hand. “Very. I want to watch you wreck my brother.”

Red blinked for a moment, then grinned. “Yes, sir.”

Sans grunted as Red shoved him down, holding him with one hand between his scapula as the other gripped his hip.

“Gotta listen to a Dom, Sans,” Red purred, pushing his hips forward a little. “But you can refuse.”

Sans panted at Red’s rocking. “Ahh, Red, I, I- please, I need…”

He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut, bringing a hand to his mouth to bite down on his knuckles.

“I’ll take it as a yes,” Red murmured, the hand on Sans’ back rubbing him a little.

It took everything in Sans’ body to not scream loud enough to alert the entire town. Red didn’t seem to be too keen on dragging this out much longer, needing it as much as Sans, and set a rough and fast pace. Sans gripped at the carpet despite that he found little to no traction and could only paw at the ground as he whimpered.

“Mmm, I’m a bit surprised to see you like this, brother,” Papyrus said. “I must admit that it’s a turn on to see you so vulnerable and open.”

Sans shuddered as he felt a gloved hand caress the top of his head. Then the hand disappeared and a pair of bony fingers pressed into his mouth. Sans eagerly sucked at them, whining as he was swiftly reaching his peak.

“Good boy, Sans,” Papyrus murmured. “Now, I want you to look at me as you cum.”

Sans mostly looked up in surprise, but when he met the eyes of his brother, looking down at him lovingly, orange magic swirling in his sockets, he couldn’t help himself and he howled as his orgasm crashed over him.

Behind him, Red grunted, thrusting once more before he came with a loud sigh.

“Fuck, Sans, you,” Red panted before bending over Sans’ back to kiss the side of his neck where he had bitten him before. “Fucking amazing as always.”

“Seems so,” Blue said.

Sans fully collapsed on the floor, unable and unwilling to move. Red soon joined him, one arm draping over him as they slowly descended from their peaks.

“Hm. Blue, watch over them, make sure they get cleaned up, please?” Papyrus asked.

“Of course, sir.”

Papyrus smiled down at Blue and bent to kiss him before he went to grab his pants, pulling them on before leaving the room.

Sans finally found it within himself to look up at Blue.

“W-what happened?” Sans asked.

Blue kneeled down in front of him and smiled sweetly. “You guys are so screwed.”

Sans blinked at him for a moment before he lowered his head again.

“Guess I’m boned in more ways than one, huh?”

“GAAAH!”

Sans chuckled.

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6skellsandpet · 8 years ago

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Princess Arial

@raccoonsinqueen-taxes

I saw a post bout UF Paps, I hate writing him but...here is something cute...cause to be honest WHO DOESN’T WANT A DECENT LIKABLE UNDERFELL PAPYRUS!

Arial is around eight here.

Arial giggled as she ran away from Blue “nooooo” she said in a giggly voice “you can not run from the GREAT BLUE Arial” Blue declared, Arial giggled Blue didn’t make for the best villain but Red was away working.

Arial wasn’t watching where she was going and bumped into Black, landing herself back onto the floor “sorry Uncle Black” she said, Black was about to retort before he saw the way Arial was dressed, Arial normally doesn’t dress in cute girly things but she was wearing a pink princess dress...most likely the maid bought it for her.

“What are you doing?” Black asked Arial smiled “me and Uncle Blue are playing ‘Capture the Princess’” she said “Blue is the villain but if you wanna play you can be the villain instead and Blue the hero” she added, Blue smiled “that’s actually a great idea” he said.

Black huffed “why would I want to play such a game?” he asked Arial frowned looking quite upset, Uncle Black was really her favourite...she just wished he’d play with her.

Blue smirked having an idea “well...if you can’t handle being the villain then I guess your just too soft” he taunted, Black glared “fine...but only to prove that I’m not soft” he said as he grabbed Arial quickly and rushed off with her.

Blue laughed slightly as he waited, he was going to allow Arial to feel terror from Black THEN save her and become her FAVOURITE UNCLE EVER!

MWEH HEH HEH HEH!

Black went into the forest he was going to be serious, as he placed Arial down and surrounded her in a bone cage “stay” he said seriously, Arial stared and watched as Black made defences from his bone attacks and traps further out, “there...Blue is not passing my defences anytime soon” Black said as he sat down.

Arial giggled making Black glare “what are you laughing at!” he yelled “the prisoner should not be laughing” he added harshly, “but I’m having fun...it would be more fun if I could run away” Arial said, “HAH good luck getting out, that cage is impenetrable, only a master of fine skill could-” Black started before Arial interrupted “I’M OUT!” she yelled.

Black’s eyes widened then sighed...of course...teleportation “THAT’S CHEATING, THE PRISONER WILL STOP HER TELEPORTING!” he yelled as he began to chase Arial who ran away giggling “try and catch me if you can” Arial taunted as she continued to run before suddenly stopping as a red bone shot out of the ground.

“You will stay put” Black said angrily as he closed his eyes starting to monologue “we are going to set some ground rules for you, no teleporting and no magic” opening his eyes he saw Arial gone once again “ARIAL!” Black yelled about to try and track her down before a blue bone shot past him “I AM HERE TO SAVE-” Blue started before noticing no Arial.

“Where’s Arial?” Blue asked “she ran away from me” Black said, Blue tried to hold in his laughter “seriously...you lost her?” he asked almost snickering, Black glared “SHE TELEPORTED!” he yelled Blue began to laugh madly “HAHA...OH TORIEL...YOU...HA, YOU CAN’T IMPRISON AN EIGHT YEAR OLD TELEPORTING WOLF GIRL!” he yelled still laughing.

Black growled “STOP LAUGHING I AM TO BE FEARED!” he yelled as Blue snickered “oh yes...I’m sooooo scared” he taunted true he was risking getting beat up but he knew Black best, “GRRR...FINE I’M DONE PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME!” he yelled turning back around and spotting Arial who began to tear up.

...”Y-You think it’s...*sniff* stupid” Arial whimpered.

*No...* Black thought as Arial’s ears drooped and her eyes starting to water.

*Please...don’t cry* Black thought again as Arial used a hand trying to wipe her tears away.

*Don’t show weakness...don’t...* Black thought just as Arial looked up at him with that sad puppy dog face, Black may be a prick...but...he had never seen Arial so upset...he then realised.

“Arial...I’m sorry” Black said Blue’s mouth went agape in shock as Arial sniffled “*sniff* d-don’t lie” she said, “I’m not...I shouldn’t say things like that, you look up to me and I don’t want that to change...so...I’m...sorry, really” Black admitted, Arial began to smile as she ran up to Black and gave him a tight hug “I love you Uncle Black” she said happily.

...Heh...he never thought he’d feel this kind of emotion...”I love you too” Blue said about to embrace the two before Black gave him the death glare, okay...maybe he hadn’t fully changed he was still a prick.

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Hi! Thank you for answering my question! Okay so, I was wondering how the Us! And ut! Bros would react to having a friend/so/crush who is a medium and every now and then looks over the skellies shoulder and squints, when they ask why reader says that they see a man in a black cloak following them and explains that he isn't dangerous, but is actually a gaurdian? Thank you ily so much! Sorry if I broke any rules, also mediums are people who see ghosts, jnc you were confused 😅

You’re welcome, and nope, you’re still well within the rules, but thank you for abiding by them! It is much appreciated! And I think most of us here know who the black cloaked man is ;)

UT Sans/Vanilla: No matter what sort of thing you do, there’s always an aspect of you that he finds to be really cool. The fact that you say you can see ghosts is something that’s not terribly uncommon in the Underground (Hi Napstablook) but up on the Surface it is much different from what he’s gathered. The humans up here can’t do that, but every now and then, you point out a small space where a ghost is sitting or trying to do something. Sometimes it makes you laugh a little, particularly if the ghost is trying to be a goof to others, and sometimes you get sad because the ghost may be trying to reconnect with family who can’t see them. Vanilla’s always found it interesting, but the day that you look past his shoulder and put on what he calls “the face”, he knows something’s up. When you tell him it’s a man in a black cloak, he visibly tenses and his eye lights vanish for a moment. When you explain that the ghost is acting as a guardian over him however, he relaxes, if only a little bit. It’s still really unnerving for him to have… him following his every move whether he’s being protective or not, but Vanilla will continue about his day as if it’s mostly normal. He will ask you more details about this ghostly figure, oddly enough about the hands, and you can do your best to give more descriptions.

“heh, guess i’m just worried that they’ll ghost on me and then i’ll be left on my own for protection. any chance you can talk to them and hear what they’re saying?”

“No? I mean, they can hear us, but any response they make is lost on me, why?”

“…just curious.”

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: When you tell this boi that you can see ghosts, he instantly wants to know all about it. He’ll ask you twenty questions in the span of three minutes and want to see ghosts for himself, but the fact that you can’t spread the power over disheartens him a little. He’ll settle for having you point out the space where a ghost is so that he can try to chat with them, even if they can’t really say anything back to him. Creampuff will make an active effort to try and get to every single one of the ghosts you see, so if you see them often, maybe keep your mouth shut for a little bit, or be selective for the time being. If you end up getting saddened by a ghost who’s pleading with a family member to see them, which you can recognize by posture alone, he’ll give you some comforting and try to bring you back later if they’re still there so you both can try to help them pass peacefully or give them something. At the mention of a black-cloaked ghost that follows him around, Creampuff goes oddly quiet, a look of confused pondering on his face. You’re likely to misinterpret that as him not hearing you correctly, and you inform him that the ghost is friendly and actually helping him in its own way, but the look remains. Eventually, he’ll shake it off, and chatter happily to the ghost for a few minutes, even though now he’s a little off kilter.

“OH! CAN WE TAKE THE GHOST HOME WITH US SO THAT HE CAN STAY AND TRY SOME OF MY FAVORITE SPAGHETTI?”

“I think they’re just going to follow you anyways, so why don’t we go ahead and keep going so that you can make the spaghetti?”

“A BRILLIANT IDEA! COME WITH US PLEASE MR. GHOST!”

US Sans/Blue: Once you mention that you can see ghosts to him, Blue actually takes a small step away from you. He’s none too keen on horror movies, or ghosts, or anything of that nature, so he’s a little apprehensive of the fact that you can see something he can’t. It takes a little while to explain that you don’t attract them wherever you go, but you simply see them where they are, and then he’ll relax. He begins to ask you questions about how you gained this power in the first place, then about what sorts of ghosts you can see and other things. He starts to get over his little phobia of ghosts gradually the more he hangs out with you, and will actively start trying to look for signs of ghost activity as well. Upon pointing out that he has a dark, shadowy ghost trailing him however, he leaps about a foot in the air and hides behind you for protection, whether he’s taller than you or not. After you explain they aren’t necessarily dangerous or a threat, and instead are keeping him safe, Blue will look at you with starry eyes and ask if they can talk to him. He has a wary look about his eyes, almost like he knows something about this ghost in particular, but is choosing not to say anything about it. You don’t pry about it, but sometimes you can swear that you hear him talking to the ghost quietly in tones that are… less than happy, though he never does it when he thinks you’re around.

“WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN DOING AS OF RIGHT NOW? ARE THEY STILL FOLLOWING ME AROUND?”

“Blue, ghosts don’t feel physical exhaustion, the fact that you’ve run ten laps by now means nothing to them.”

“MWEH! I’LL HAVE TO TRY HARDER THEN! ON TO LAP TWENTY!!”

US Papyrus/Stretch: Much like Vanilla, he thinks it’s pretty cool that you can do something naturally that most humans can’t do. He’s one to make a ton of puns about it, prodding you gently every time that he thinks he’ll get you to see a ghost. He can read your body language well enough that if you start to see a ghost, he knows about it before you even turn to tell him. You question whether he can see the ghosts too, but he’s quick to make sure that you know better than that. Regardless, he’s there as a moral support kind of person, watching to see if you’ll need to decompress after seeing a particularly saddening ghost pass by. On the flip side, Stretch is the first one you go and tell when you see a prankster ghost, making sure that he gets a good chuckle out of it. The second that you tell him he has a ghost trailing him, his expression drops into something almost mournful and upset. You hastily tell him that the ghost is trying to be friendly, but that doesn’t seem to lighten the mood, instead making him seem all the more upset. The next day he’s back to normal, or so it seems, but he’s a lot more curious about the ghost than he was when he first heard from you about them. There’s a small yes/no question system with you telling him how the ghost responds visually, which seems to make him feel better.

“thanks kiddo, you’ve done a really good favor for me by letting me chat with our pal here. guess you could say it really lifted my spirits.”

“The ghost is leaving the room now, and they’re giving you- Wow rude, double thumbs down for that pun.”

“eh, not all of them can be winners, and i bet those kind of jokes go right through him.”

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