#papyrus just needs a little help!

[mimorobo]

Howdy! I have an ask, but I'm not sure whether or not I've already submitted it (I think I did in my dream ?? I'm not sure though. I might be hallucinating) so sorry in advance if I already have!

Anyways, how do you have your puppets keep their poses during shots? Do they have wires inside them? I've seen strings occasionally when you have stuff float, so a combination of different materials for different things? And how do they stay up/keep their balance? Ooh, also, do you use/have you ever tried using magnets in them? Anddd last one, which puppet are you the most proud of?

Uh yeah! That's it! Thanks! Love your puppets!

Howdy!! Yeah I DID get the ask, I just take AGES to answer I'm afraid!! Sorry about that!! But good news then!! No, you're not hallucinating!! ;D

And yes!!! They have wires inside for limbs and everything!! Fingers too!! But I don't think I've used string before to hold them up? I use wires a lot, to hold up items, the puppets themselves and so on. That's probably what you saw? They're very useful!! But yeah basically, I use whatever is convenient and different situations call for different materials, I remember using LEGO to hold something up once?? XD

Some characters can hold their balance on their own, but NOT for stop motion!! Just pictures, you always need something to hold them up when animating. Frisk, Chara and Sans for instance, they can all stand on their own. Papyrus not so much, he's too tall and his legs are flimsy, so he almost always has wires to hold him up.

Here are some wonderful demonstrations with the guys!! The wires just hold the puppets however you need!! I try to hide them, but that's not always possible...

AND YES I HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND I REALLY DO WANT TO TRY MAGNETS!! They would be SO useful you have no idea!!? I just need to get some and try it out!!

And your last question... That's a tough one... I REALLY love how Koffin turned out, he's also super unique from anyone else I've done. Papyrus OF COURSE is up there!! Sure did take a while but he got here in the end!! And, not to pat myself on the back or anything, I think he's just REALLY SUPER COOL?? But I'm also really proud with how Sans turned out?? He was the first one I think where it sort of clicked for me and it just worked? I dunno... Probably these three... BUT THATS LIKE PICKING WHOS UR FAV AND I HATE THAT!!? I love them all, each and every one!! Yes, you too Flowey...

Your welcome!! And thanks for the questions!! Glad you live em too!! :D

[sysig]

Blind side (Patreon)

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and Horror again.

[sukifoof-art]

heres a silly little post pacifist au i've had for a Good While now which is why i tend to draw hyperdeath asriel and frisk being siblings a lot theres some Info under the cut if ur curious

OKAY SO BASICALLY i like to imagine that after leaving the underground flowey is able to come to terms with. Being Flowey and through therapy learns how to be more open and frisk and papyrus help him a lot through this. i think toriel already Knows hes flowey just cuz of the way he acts shes like "i dont know how. but that is my son boy." and one day he comes home from therapy and goes I Need To Tell You Something. I Am Asriel. and he braces for the way she reacted in the underground but this time around she just goes "im so glad you finally feel comfortable telling me" and they both cry it out

as flowey becomes more comfortable with being himself he starts to mess around with his face to prank frisk cuz he just NEEDS to be an annoying older brother and after he works out his various issues and can see himself more as he is an not there being a clear distinction between asriel and flowey in his brain (ive talked about this a lot i think he sees asriel as different from him cuz of trauma and therapy will help him kind of calm down and go "im still me im just different and older now and also traumatized but despite everything its still me") i think he would be able to make himself look like hyperdeath asriel as its what he feels most comfortable looking like

he still goes by flowey and he moves around like flowey but when hes just standing there he needs a cane both cuz i imagine it kinda hurts and he doesnt have good balance. i like to think that despite being a weird grumpy guy who sits at home all day cuz hes not ready to interact with lots of people yet hes actually a very good brother who cares a lot about frisk and the people around him <3 big brother flowey SO real btw ask to tag if needed

[cloudyskydreams]

Someone.making S/O cry UT,UF,US,HT

Hi! This one was fun to write. I think my favorites were the HorrorTale brothers they have fun personalities.Requests are open! As always I hope you guys enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

He's not happy to say the least. He stands by you and frowns at the dude his usual smile no where on his face as he sizes the guy up. Trys to diffuse the situation and tells the dude to basically fuck off but he's ready for a fight if it comes to that. He'll have a comforting hand on your back rubbing small circles and shapes into it. He trys to distract you with his puns and jokes and takes you somewhere comfort to chill for a bit.

Papyrus:

Oh boy. Papyrus is immediately lecturing the dude about how that isn't nice and you shouldn't make people cry. You will be getting an apology he won't be satisfied until you do. After an apology is delivered Papyrus himself apologizes to you for the situation and whisks you away with the goal of cheering you up. He takes you somewhere he knows you like and hopes to create a good memory to replace to old one.

Underfell:

Red:

First reaction is anger he's ready to go if someone made you cry. He goes in yelling getting in the person's face, he doesn't get physical right away more standing in front of you and the person protectively to create distance. You might have to reel him in because he won't back down he will die fighting for your honour. He's in a grumpy mood the rest of the day but he's still pretty sweet to you just bitey towards other people.

Edge:

Death glare shuts the person up real quick and has them going pale in fear. He separates the two of you roasting the person while he does and simply leads you away reassuring you that that trash has no idea what garbage he was spewing.He gets you a little treat and treats you extra sweet the rest of the day careful of your feelings. He's a bit more protective of you and glares at anyone who interacts with the two of you the rest of the day, which he normally does cause he has a resting bitch face but this time it's on purpose.

Underswap:

Stretch:

Hates confrontation but he won't stand for this. He comforts you wrapping an arm around your shoulder while making a snide remark about the person more complaining to you loud enough for them to hear. He then leads you away needing to remove himself from the situation as well as you before his emotions get the better of him. Takes you home and trys to take your mind off of everything by goofing around and doing stupid things like shoving whipped cream in his nose and having it come out his eyesockets. It's uncomfortable but if it makes you laugh it's worth it.

Blue:

He steps in and separates the two of you quick. Stands in front of you and very politely tells the person off and to mind their own business before doing damage control and getting you out of there. He talks to you gently and reassures you while trying to take your mind off the situation with some spontaneous activities. He's determined to turn the day into a positive one in the end.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

He doesn't really remember what was happening before this but all he knows now is his mate is crying and he's absolutely glowering at the person who did it while standing behind you. He sets a hand on your shoulder gently to comfort you while scaring the ever living shit out of the poor sap who made you cry. For the rest of the day Axe brings you little items like rocks or pretty leaves and items that bring him comfort hoping they'll help you feel better.

Willow:

He is immediately at your side with comforting and reassuring words. He picks you up and removes you from the situation, his biggest concern is pacifying you at the moment. He says the other person needs to be taught manners and if he wasn't so concerned with you they would have a very lengthy lecture to listen to right now. They would too, he's just an older version of Papyrus with way more anxiety he would have bitten into them with a nice lengthy lecture and then proceed to think about it for the next few months at 3 am when he can't sleep.

[dustcrumbs]

Horrordust!!!

2 other vers below + LONGGG CONTEXT/story abt this drawing

without filter + no background at all

heh

@dreamy-fever helped with choosing background color :3c

@k1llercrumbs and @gayhorrorsans helped with the idea and revise it

Poorly explained by yours truly, Dustcrumbs.

story starts now!!

These two are taken into an omega timeline. Both saved from their Aus, which were either crumbling away, or they simply couldn't stay there anymore.

Horror was still in his fight or flight instincts. He was quite literally paranoid of everyone around him, soon that paranoia seeped into his relationship with his brother. Which soon caused him to stay away from people altogether and avoid big gatherings of people (like the city.)

Horror wouldn't even go into the towns to grab food in fear that he'd be attacked (paranoid hunk). He wouldn't even eat at all, even if papyrus handed him the food. He'd think that his own brother poisoned his food. Horror's really paranoid and anxious. He couldn't handle the idea of returning to a normal life, let alone be actually living in one.

So, he usually stays in a specific spot he's found. He stays during the day and leaves at night to sleep back in his apartment.

Horror ventures into the (very little) forests often. He has even found a little spot to go to whenever he suffers from his misophonia or is just overwhelmed by the bright lights everywhere.

the area itself is a lake with a cabin built by it. The owner doesn't seem to be there at all, if there is one. But it nicely covered by the trees. So it's pretty dark, barely any light shines through. Which Horror adores because FUCK the sun.

Anywho, Horror usually only goes there during the day and he has had no issue.

But.. Maybe one day, Horror was just too tired at the moment to head back. The cabins always unlocked anyway, if the owner truly didn't want anyone going in there. They would've kept it locked. No issue to sleep there for the night, right?

So it came by as a surprise when Horror woke up to a flashlight being beamed at his face.

Apparently, another, smaller, skeleton owns that cabin. This, alone, would've been the most embarrassing thing to deal with. If it weren't for the fact that he was overcome with fear that he was about to be slaughtered for trespassing.

Which is completely frowned upon and forbidden in the omega timeline (so is everywhere else..). But hey, this dude is living alone in a cabin, in the forest. AGAIN, BY HIMSELF. He's definitely doing some weird stuff around here.

Now, tell Horror why the fuck the weirdo in the cabin sat him down in the kitchen and passed him some microwaved Ramen as if Horror didn't basically break into his cabin and sleep in his bed. The little weirdo hasn't forced Horror out yet, and doesn't seem to want to let Horror go. He would've ran out already but he doesn't wanna turn his back to Dust and get gunned down.

So, whatever. I guess he's gonna be eating Ramen with this weirdo tonight. And sleep in his bed. Be buried in his blankets. And then wake up to freshly prepared breakfast. Which was the most half-assed breakfast Horror has ever seen.

Horror isn't complaining, though. For some reason, he feels safe around this freak in the woods. He hasn't eaten anything for another 3 additional years since of his own paranoia.

Having only spent a single night with this terrifying yet uncomfortably quiet individual.. Horror feels pretty darn safe around him. Safe enough to be able to pick up the fork and not feel the need to skew it into the other sans' neck. Horrors feeling pretty darn good. He even got the weirdos name, Murder. Which is, as expected, weird! His even weirder name, or nickname, was Dust. Freak.

Now, why did Dust do all of this for Horrors one-night stand? He was just being nice. He was currently in a counseling group to help the more 'feral but not completely gone' aus reenter society without feeling the need to decimate people. So hey, this is good practice to be a good person. Right? Plus, Horrors hot. But maybe Dusts is just a freak, he is, so it's whatever. Save a hot hunk and get better at not hurting people. Two birds with one stone.

Though, what Dust didn't expect to happen was to have Horror come back.

Yeah, Horror began to stay overnight frequently. Dust thought it'd be a one-time thing, and Horror would scramble away and never come back. Nope. Horrors visiting him. He has even begun waiting outside of the cabin just to follow Dust inside.

Dust doesn't even know how to take this. So he's just letting Horror follow him in and feeds him like Horrors some stray dog. Dust doesn't even care if Horror stays in his cabin when he heads to bed. Which Horror always does, sleeping on that damn couch.

Slowly, this turns into Dust preparing food beforehand. Then beginning to come during the day. Then just letting Horror follow him in the city. Then that turns into letting Horror hold his hand for support and comfort. Then it shifts into cuddling.. then sleeping in the same bed. And finally, kissing and slobbering over each other's mouths. Freaks.

and oh boy— Horrors loving it. He loves Dust. Dust is the right amount of everything for him. He listens like all Dust wants to hear is Horror, he doesn't judge Horror about anything, Dust is always pampering Horror and god he loves being pampered. Or maybe he just loves whatever Dust does. Hell, if Dust told him to get on his knees in the middle of the sidewalk for him. Horror WOULD.

Horrors always clinging onto Dust, playfully nipping at him and gripping at his hand as if a bird is gonna swoop down and snatch the little guy up.

He's in love with Dust.

And to say Dust isn't is just as mad about Horror as he about him.. that'd be the same as saying that he doesn't need air. (He needs Horror as much as he needs to breathe. That hunk is his ENTIRE life). They're obsessed with each other, always grabbing at one another or pressed tightly together like two Lego pieces.

They're obsessed with each other, but that's okay!! Not a lot of harm, actually. Dusts already willingly isolated from people before meeting Horror. Horror has already begun isolating himself before he even met Dust, so it's not really a big effect on each other's lives. It's a big comfort and relief for them, actually. Horror would've most likely lashed out one day and kicked out of the timeline. And Dust? Eh, I guess he'd enter society as a 'normal' sans. He'd just be empty.

But Horrors much more friendly and less. "I'm shaking, not bc I'm scared, but bc I have a bomb inside my chest,"y and more, "hi!!!" with everyone after making out with Dust for a month.

But, as expected, things go downhill when Horror is clinging onto Dust and sobbing about how much he hates the loudness of the city. How he hates the bright lights. The overwhelming noise and overwhelming things going on all at once. And oh, Dust knows the feeling of being overstimulated and being literally unable to make everything just stop. It hurts to see his beloved break down in his arms, in his safe haven. In THEIR safe haven.

So, after that. Dust makes it his sole goal to make sure Horror doesn't have to deal with that again.

Oh, you sneezed a little too off, and Horrors nose-birdge wrinkled at you... Mmm.. Dust just popped your tires. Oh, you nudged Horror when walking by? Haha, Dust just cut off the power to your house!

And this continues on. Dusts' revenge becomes more harsh and overall unjustifiable until one day. Dust quite literally kills a dude. Horror doesn't even find out until they're watching TV, and it shows up. Dust just bluntly states, "that fucker squirmed a lot before the bullet even hit him." Horrors there right next to him like 😦. LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEANN!!

but whatever, Horrors freaking out a bit and grows paranoid again. Not in fear of Dust. But fear for him. What if they find out? What if they take Dust from him? Will they kill him too if they find out? He has to hide Dust. He can't let them take someone he cherishes so deeply. He doesn't care who died. All he needs to do is keep Dust safe.

Which is funny. Because Horror is the suspect for the murder. His already unpredictable behavior and being near the last known sighting of the dude leaves him as #1 suspect.

Horror was gonna be held in custody for further questioning, but don't worry, guys! Dust killed the officer meant to take Horror. Heh, our savior! 😝 (Horrors spiraling real bad, everything is going wrong and he's terrified about being separated from Dust).

Pssshh, they'll hide in their cabin until Horror n Dust can find a way to escape the timeline together. (They have no damn idea how to travel across universes, so ye)

but yeahh

drawing is about horror finding out Dust just killed someone. He's now worrying about what's going to happen to Dust and how much he doesn't want Horror to go. I forgot( I couldn't fit in) to add this dialog in the drawing, too, but they were meant to say

"they're gon' take you 'way from me. I dont want them to take you from me."

"I'm not letting them separate us."

[llamagoddessofficial]

Can you believe I've never done Farmtale Sans before? As a certified country girl? Shocking, I know. I'll rectify this issue with my latest brainrot scenario immediately

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“whoever this is, it better be real fuckin’ important,” the voice at the other end said, gruff and tired, heavy with a mix of annoyance and sleepiness.

Immediately, shame washed over you. The very small amount of steam you’d managed to muster up completely dissipated from your body as you imagined Sans’ disappointed and disbelieving reaction to your pathetic request.

This was a mistake.

“... H-hey. Uhm... I’m fine, I didn’t mean to call. Butt dial, hahah.” Your voice nearly cracked. “Sorry for waking you up.”

“... wait.” His voice instantly changed. “hey, don’t hang up-”

You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You hung up, and put the phone down. Now you were right back to square one, sitting at the kitchen table in a freezing empty house at 2 in the morning. It had taken you almost half an hour to muster up the courage to call him- thirty minutes of sitting by the phone, wrapped up in your coat, shaking and holding back tears. You started plotting places you were going to sleep. Maybe if you put more wood in the kitchen stove, you could just sleep at the table until morning. 

... You inherited this place from your grandmother. It was a ‘rustic’ house that hadn’t seen human company for over a decade, in the middle of the deep countryside, cut off from almost everything. Spooky, draughty, on nights like tonight sitting in the kitchen was like sitting in a fridge. You had moved out of necessity- your landlord in the city had evicted you from your beloved apartment to jack up his prices, and you couldn’t find anywhere else to live except this middle-of-nowhere house left in your name.

You had lived in the city your whole life. You weren’t used to being in the country, not at all. The month you’d spent here had only reinforced that fact to you, over and over.

Something made a noise outside. An animal, maybe. You curled your coat tighter around you.

The only upside so far had been meeting the monsters that made up the tight-knit community you had been unceremoniously dropped into. Papyrus and Sans, especially, had been so wonderful and helpful. Sans had told you to call if you needed anything.

... Which was exactly why you didn’t have the heart to tell him why you were really calling. You didn’t want him to think any worse of you than he probably already did. A stuck-up city girl who doesn’t know what she’s doing.

You were scared.

... 

The phone rang. The sound made you jump, it felt so loud in the silence. Despite your increasing shame, and the desire to just let it ring... you picked up.

“c’mon, don’t be like that.” He sounded much softer than when he had first answered. “what’s wrong? something happen?”

“N-no.” Hearing someone else’s voice was so comforting. You felt so alone, far away from everyone. “It’s nothing.”

You obviously weren’t very convincing. “doesn’t seem like nothing. you sound terrified.”

“I’m just cold.”

“didja kill someone? do i need to come over and help hide a body?”

You couldn’t help it, that made you giggle a little.

...

It just came. You didn’t entirely know why. Probably because it was two, and you hadn’t slept since six the previous morning. Unable to help yourself, you just... burst into tears.

“hey. s’ok, you’re gonna be ok. i’m on the way.”

“N-no, no, please,” You pressed your sleeve against your eyes The shame was absolutely overwhelming. “Please don’t come,”

“too late. already outta bed, it’s serious business. you gonna tell me what’s got you all shaken up?”

You pulled your knees up to your face. Well, no hiding it now, huh? He’d heard you sobbing over the phone. Your voice crumpled under a mixture of tears, fear, immense fatigue and shame. You felt like such a baby. 

“Th-there’s a huge spider on my bed,” you finally admitted, feebly. “I-I’m... I don’t know what to do.”

“aw jeez. why didn’t you just say?”

You could suddenly barely talk through the crying. Hours of stress, all coming out in one mess. He probably thought you were pathetic.

“hey. knock knock.”

As he said that, you heard two soft knocks on your side door. You jumped up, what the hell? Was that Sans? You dropped the phone and rushed to the door to let him in, almost tripping over yourself. 

You opened the door, the air was full of the sound of wind and crickets. Sans stood in the darkness outside of the house, dressed in a thick knitted sweater, blue and white striped pyjama bottoms, big heavy boots, and a coat over the top of it all. He had the phone in one hand, and his smile widened when he saw you.

Shocked, you scrubbed at your eyes and nose again, self consciously trying to wipe off the tears and snot. He lived half an hour's drive from you. “H-how... how did you get here so fast?”

“shortcut.” He winked, those lovely emerald green eyelights glimmering in the low light. “can i come in?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice, stepping to the side. Maybe he knew roads your map apps didn't. Sans eagerly came into the light, kicking off his shoes and closing the door behind him.

“this way?” he asked. 

... You showed him to the bedroom, but cowered in the doorway. 

“I-it’s under the sheet.”

Sans didn’t even hesitate. He approached the bed and flipped back the sheet. The spider hadn’t moved since you last saw it scurry under your bedclothes, still sitting right there, with its fat hairy body and sharp legs. It was probably the biggest spider you had ever seen in your entire life. You felt a horrible chill pass over you.

“dang. he is big. look at the size of that gangly fucker.”

Having said that, Sans just... grabbed it. He picked the spider up before it could run and held it in his enclosed fist like he was scooping up a penny he had dropped on the floor. Just like that, he moved across the room and pulled back the curtain, cracked the window open, stuck his arm out, and threw the spider out into the darkness.

He closed the window again. The air felt less heavy. He even tugged the handle to make sure the window was all properly sealed up, pulling the curtains closed again.

It took him all of fifteen seconds.

“all good.” He turned to you, grinning and showing you his open palms. No spider. “successfully evicted.”

...

You started crying again. 

Sans mumbled a soft ‘aw jeez’. He didn’t hesitate to cross the room, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a warm hug, ignoring your babbled apologies. 

“he really spooked ya, huh?” A gentle hand smoothed over your hair. He smelled like sweet hay, hours of sunshine, and something slightly musky. “how long were you tryna drum up the courage?”

“T-two hours,” you sobbed, muffled in his sweater.

You’d expected him to laugh at you. But he didn’t. He just held you, letting you cry out all the stress that had been building up over the course of the night. You were pretty sure this was the first time you had been hugged since before you left the city.

Eventually, you calmed yourself down, reducing to just hiccups. Sans didn’t let go until you did, allowing you to pull away, but keeping a steadying hand on your arm. 

“easy, pet.” His voice was so warm and soothing. “you’re all good.”

“Fucking... I’m just such a baby.” Your sleeves were damp from all of the tear wiping you were doing. You made an unattractive sniffling sound. “You didn’t even hesitate.”

“cus i’m used to ‘em. also, i’m a skeleton, so i don’t gotta worry about being bitten. no shame in bein’ scared of the big ones.” 

Your voice was hoarse. “I’m sorry you came out all this way.”

“... did you think i’d be mad at you?” he asked, softly.

“M-mhm.”

“i really don’t mind bein’ yer bug removing hero." He patted his nonexistent bicep. "tell ya what, it makes me feel very big an’ tough.”

He had you giggling again. He always did. He seemed proud of himself- his presence was balm to your Soul right now. 

“I just... I get so scared at night.” Your cheeks were hot. “It’s so quiet, and dark. I feel like I’m the only person around for miles. I don’t know why I thought I could do this.”

"this?"

"Living out here."

“hey, i beg to differ. yer already doin’ so much better than most who move to these parts.”

You looked up at him. Why did that tiny bit of praise make your heart swell so much? You didn’t feel like you were doing ‘better’. You’d just called your nearest neighbour at 2 in the morning to come save you from a spider. “But I’m always asking for help.”

“exactly. you’re askin’. that’s the important part.” His eyelights were so warm. “that’s how we make it work, out here. we help each other.”

Goddamnit. You were gonna cry again. You just about managed to choke it down.

“... the animal noises also probably freak you out too, huh?”

“Y-yeah, hah.”

“if you don’t know what yer hearin’, it can be pretty scary.”

... You sniffled.

...

“... you’re shaking. d’ya want me to stay?”

How did he know? He always just seemed to know. You nodded, meekly. You didn’t want to be alone right now, and you knew the house would feel even colder and emptier once you’d known how it felt while you had company.

“Will Papyrus be worried?”

“he knew i was headin’ out to help ya. he’ll be fine.”

... You didn’t need to say out loud where you wanted Sans to sleep. Both of you knew.

The two of you finally took off your coats, and Sans turned off the lights. His forest-coloured eyelights were the only illumination in the room. As soon as he shuffled into bed beside you, you gratefully curled up against him, he was so calming and so warm. He reciprocated, wrapping his big arms around you, his comforting smell soothing your shot nerves. 

“... Thank you.” Your voice was almost a whisper.

“yer really warm.” he hummed. “just so you know, i’m a bit of a snorer.”

You probably should’ve been more concerned, sharing a bed in a very secluded location with a guy you barely knew. But you didn’t have the energy for it. For the first time in a long time, you were warm, didn’t feel lonely, and weren’t worried at all about bugs. 

“I don’t mind.”

... It was the best night’s sleep you’d ever had.

[o-sunny-day]

I COOKED A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR @forgettable-au STUFF-

Its not done obviously and I might not ever finish it, but wanted to post it here because of the song being suggested on the blog

god ever since listening to that song- I was listening to it on repeat during class (so has become my routine) THIS popped into my head and I needed to get it down

The main idea is Gaster is extremely care free and kinda melancholy. Him calling Papyrus a “carcass” is the most canon thing I can think of I love it 😭

I imagine this first bit is him fairly recently after falling into the void, he traveled way forwards in time to see what the hell this thing that replaced him was like and found himself to be amused and a ✨CATHARSIS✨ for him

Traveling a bit in time through the eye transition, we see him making the tape recording and putting it in the secret compartment cause I SWEAR THAT WAS ALL HIS DOING. this is gonna age horribly

Then him doing his whole Player business. I think the “I deserve forgetting” is the most raw line ive ever heard in my entire life, BUT THIS IS A LIGHT HEARTED AND NOT ANGSTY PMV SO IM IGNORING THAT

He finds he doesnt much care for how he feels, more what he has to do, which is GET THE PLAYER and do whatever he has planned for Deltarune-

The upsetting part is from the players point of view cause WHAT THE HELL MAN ☹️ I JUST MADE THAT

Then we get to my favorite part of him being content in things ending and him being content where he is, happy, even (PLEASEEE DONT LET THIS AGE HORRIBLY LET MY MAN BE HAPPY 😭)

Another time skip through the eye hole! Flowey and Papyrus have made their way down to the lab and wtf are these recordings, it sounds like someone rambling but its impossible to make out any of the words

then for some reason Flowey gets a weird vision and is like “AYO?? PAPYRUS???” and this is where I ran out of ideas-

Im still working on the You And Me PMV im just bad at focusing-

Forgettable AU + Undertale and Deltarune in general consume my every waking thought (this is a cry for help)

ive been cooking so much not just with this AU this- this comic is SPECIAL IDK HOW OR WHY BUT ITS SPECIAL

[mwinor]

She’s just helping. He’s just… watching.

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⌗ ancient egypt au, pharaoh x scribe, pharaoh!ThedooreNott historical fantasy, soft, unspoken feelings

word count: 613

note: again? I think there will be smth else later. no, I promise!

Quiet, without his entourage, without announcement. Just the sound of soft footsteps, the faint scent of incense, the rustle of fine linen—and you already knew it was him.

The Pharaoh.

Theodor.

“I need your knowledge again,” he said, leaning casually against a shelf like the library was his private chamber.

You didn’t flinch. Just nodded and returned to the scrolls, fingers moving carefully—gently, like a healer tending to veins.

He watched you. Too closely.

“You shouldn’t come here so often,” you said calmly. “People might start to suspect that the Pharaoh cares more for texts than for power.”

Theo smirked.

“Don’t you like that I care about what you keep?”

Your brow furrowed slightly, eyes never leaving the scrolls.

“I like when people read. Doesn’t matter who they are.”

Theodor stepped closer, not waiting for an invitation, and spoke low—nearly a whisper:

“Not everything I come for is written down.”

You glanced sideways at him.

“I can bring you more on astrology. Or translations. Or—”

“No, no,” he interrupted gently, now very close. “I want something you’ve read. Something you remember. Something you love.”

You paused for a moment, as if flipping through a mental catalog of knowledge.

“Hm… there are some poems from the time of Amenhotep. They’re rarely read. Very… personal.”

Theo leaned in, their faces nearly aligned.

“Personal is perfect.”

You didn’t understand. Not the tone, not the look. You took it all literally — as always.

“All right. I’ll make you a list. They might help with your... internal unrest.”

He let out a soft chuckle.

“And what if you are my internal unrest?”

You blinked.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he waved it off. “Tell me about the records you brought.”

You laid the scrolls out on the low table. Theo sat beside you, resting on one knee, not looking at the text — but at your lips as you explained the meanings of the ancient symbols.

Your fingers moved gently across the lines, your voice focused, even.

“This symbol — the eye surrounded by a serpent — it means protection and hidden feelings. It often appears in the writings of priests who speak of forbidden love.”

He leaned in closer.

“And who do you think such feelings are usually hidden from?”

You answered without a hint of irony:

“Usually — from the Pharaoh. Or from the gods. Or… from oneself.”

Theo smiled, a little bitterly.

“Interesting. And you — can you hide your feelings?”

“Of course. Even I’m a scribe, not an actress. Though… I don’t always succeed. Sometimes people read me like a book.”

He met you gaze.

“Don’t worry. I read slowly. So I don’t miss anything important.”

You didn’t reply.

Just kept organizing the scrolls — unaware that he wasn’t speaking of the papyrus at all.

After a while, he stood again, adjusting his cloak, and stepped toward the door.

“Thank you… for your help. And for being you.”

You nodded, a little confused.

“Do you always thank your scribes like this?”

He lingered at the threshold.

“Only the ones who make me want to come back.”

You blinked.

“You speak in riddles.”

Theo laughed as he left:

“And you still read everything literally.”

You was alone again. Looked at the scrolls. At the door. Shook your head.

“He’s strange. Smart. Impossible. And he stands way too close when he talks.”

You didn’t even realize you was smiling.

[savi-our]

Hello! I have a request

would you be willing to do a Syrup, Mutt, Edge, (and maybe possibly Coffee as well) x reader who is a cute little innocent sweetie pie who loves being lovey dovey with their bf?

Have a wonderful day/night!! ♡♡♡

☕Hi! Thank you for the request, I really do appreciate it! That being said I've only recently woken up from a stress induced motivational coma so I apologize if what I've written here is maybe a bit off.💀 I'm trying to slowly get back into writing so this is kind of a warm up/character reintroduction. I ended up skipping Coffee for now but I might add him on later in a reblog - hope that's okay!☕

FS Papyrus - Mutt

Ouch

This man would pass away.

Mutt is by no means a stranger in affection, the opposite really - but that only applies to people he doesn't really see as romantic interests, and by that I mean flings or one night stands for the pure fuckery of it. When it comes to pure and innocent romantic affection though? Stars save him. Mutt is probably the worst when it comes to pure affection, he has no idea what to do, think or how to act - and it would take him a good while to actually get used to it, so depending on what stage it is in the relationship, the reactions will be widely different.

If its new then he'd be an absolute mess, almost like an awkward prepubescent teen trying to poker face his way out of confronting his crush. Every time you'd kiss him softly, every time you'd squeeze him in your arms, every time you looked at him with nothing but pure affection in your eyes - devoid of any ulterior motive, his mind would go blank.

Even though you'd be in a relationship, he'd be crushing - BAD.

He wouldn't be able to keep his mind off of you, the way your hand fit in his, the way your smile made his soul hitch, how cute you looked on your last date. It would be embarrassing, the way he could recall every outfit you ever wore out with him without even having to think about it, the way sweat pooled in his palms whenever you held hands, the way all of his rehearsed pick up lines dried up and turned into dust whenever you blinked up at him with those big eyes of yours. He'd be a mess, and he'd make it his life's mission to hide it.

Later on he'd get accustomed to it - to romantic love that is, and it would come more naturally to him - but that comes with its own "issues".

He wouldn't be able to stop thinking about you in other ways, in ways that his dirty mind used to openly invite.

He just wouldn't be able to stop thinking about it, how innocent and pure you were, how loving, how he could make you feel good in every way imaginable.

I've mentioned this before but Mutt has a serious case of corruption kink, so you can imagine his excitement over the dynamic as a whole.

SF/FS Papyrus - Syrup

Syrup adores you - no, I mean, really. Syrup would go for any type of personality, the person just has to peak his interest in the right way - and by that I mean the way that actually makes him feel something other than utter indifference - and once that's been accomplished? There's nothing you can do or say to tear him away from you (no, again, I mean that seriously)

So a lovey-dovey and innocent s/o? He'd be very satisfied indeed. He'd take you out on the perfect dates, without you even having to tell him where you wanted to go.

He'd give you all the best gifts, even the ones you didn't know you wanted.

He'd spoil you with affection, greedily drinking in every interaction like a man deprived.

Every time you'd kiss him, he'd purr, low and needy, and often those innocent kisses would escalate because he couldn't possibly help himself - especially with how sweetly and naively you'd look at him sometimes. He'd relish the amount of trust you'd place in him, how those bright and sparkling eyes looked at him like he was the love of your life.

You drove him mad sometimes.

He'd constantly look out for you, because surely such a sweet and innocent thing like you needed to be protected, to be sheltered and doted on.

He'd protect you from the people who found faults with the way both of you expressed your love, because surely you don't need such negative people in your life - you were too pure to concern yourself with such thoughts.

He'd take care of you - every and any need you have. You didn't need to think about anything else, anything else but you and his relationship was just idle distraction, there was no need for you to go outside, in that shitty miserable world, for work or for leisure or for fresh air - he can bring it all to you instead.

You were too innocent, too sweet and loving for the outside, its best you stay right here, right where he can keep you all to himself, away from any dangers.

You don't have to worry about anything else, just keep looking at him with those sweet, innocent eyes and he'll do the rest.

UF Papyrus - Edge

Here's the thing, while I fully write the boys as characters who would absolutely go for most any type of personality - Edge is one of my more complex and needlessly opinionated characters. Why do I mention this? Because Edge has a serious upper limit to affection - especially in the beginning stages of relationships. Edge will hardly ever allow any PDA outside of the occasional hand on the small of your back or the momentary brush of his fingers against yours - and its not because he dislikes affection, its more so the consequences of his upbringing.

This also translates to private moments between his s/o. Id like you to imagine a stray feral cat, or maybe an abused fighting pit dog that is suddenly found a forever home and has to now suddenly go against every instinct he's ever had because he loves you and the last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you - but here's the thing, you cant expect him to just be okay with affection even if he loves you. So to get to the point, overly lovey-dovey stuff wont be his thing, UNLESS he's the one initiating the affection. It has to be on his terms, and believe me, he does want affection, but considering his underground had the equivalent of a deserts worth of examples of how pure and innocent affection goes, most of it will be either awkward, almost scripted attempts of recreating romantic movie scene settings OR sexual intimacy (there was no shortage of sexual intimacy examples back in his underground, it was the only affection that was deemed "appropriate") He does enjoy simple domestic things though. Cooking for you, watching you read or idle away on your phone whilst cuddled up next to him, safe and within his view. He would stiffen up whenever you leaned into him, sleepy from having just woken up. He'd love the feeling of your arms wrapping around him, you pushing yourself up against him whilst he's doing the dishes or some such, even if the gesture makes his face grow unbelievably red and his hands freeze up below the running water. The best affection you could give Edge is the very soft and delicate kind - the kind where you tell him about your day, nestled safely between his legs under the soft covers of your shared bed, your voice a hoarse whisper as you listen to his soul thrum steadily as you lay across his chest. He'd feel complete, in the calm of a gentle and understanding affection that doesn't suffocate him, but lets him sink into the warmth of your gaze, the touch of your soft hands and in the softness of your words.

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hi! It's me again :) btw can I be your -💀anon?

You don't have to put a tag or anything but it's just so when I send asks you know it's me (^-^)/

Btw loved the headcanons you made

Could you please do some but this time it's a bit silly like I have this plot in mind :

Skele walks on s/o cutting their hair but with kitchen scissors and then like making it better with a derma shaver (I saw a video on tiktok of someone doing that and it just was funny to me lol)

What would the skele do and think? It'd be funny if some if them are a bit confused since they don't have hair

Again no worries if you don't take the ask ! Have a good day/night and be safe :)

of course you can be 💀 <3

(imma just do the skelebros from the last req bc i love them)

(also the amount of times ive wanted to do the exact same thing)

UnderTale, UnderFell, and UnderSwap skelebros walk in on their s/o cutting their hair

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

-you look at him through the mirror while you continue cutting your hair.

-"oh, nothing! just wanted a little bit of a change. by the way, could you make sure im getting it even in the back?"

-he does.

-other than that, he just... watches.

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

-when you finish, you do a little twirl to show your haircut

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

-as long as you're happy, he's okay.

Papyrus:

-"human! what is it you are-" his jaw dropped.

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

-that was his biggest concern. was having to wash the scissors. he uses those to cook! he needs them clean!!

-he gives you the silent treatment after

-for about 20 minutes. what can he say? he missed you!

UnderFell:

Red:

-he was just walking by the bathroom and looked caught a glance of you, scissors in hand, hair in clumps on the floor.

-he thinks it's a fighting thing. to keep monsters from being able to pull it.

-kind of surprised when you said that no, you just thought it'd be fun.

-he's weirded out, kind of. he thought you liked your hair?

-but oh well. as long as he doesn't have to be the one cleaning up the bathroom.

Edge:

-he definitely has the strongest reaction of all of the skelebros.

-he LOVES your hair.

-when you said you just felt like cutting it, he STORMED out of the house.

-he went through extreme grief.

-he didn't tall to you much for the next week or so.

-least supportive, most dramatic. that's for sure.

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

-wonders if you'll dye it, too? blue! it'a his favorite color, to go with his favorite human.

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

-"hey, y/n, have you seen- oh!"

-it's certainly a surprise, but a welcome one, indeed.

-hangs around in there, just watching what you're doing.

-how are you so good? have you done this before?

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

also idk if you meant just trimming? like i started writing these thinking 'oh! anon meant like long hair and going short! great!' because that's where it is from my (long haired) perspective. if that isn't what you meant i'd be happy to rewrite them x

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton drives his child to middle school and for the first time ever, they refuse to kiss him goodbye, tell him that everyone is looking, and leave without even looking his way. For the main 12.

Undertale Sans - He chuckles as he watches them go, hiding their face with their hands. He's not mad; he already went through this once with Papyrus and kinda missed it. He didn't expect it to happen randomly today, but that happened. He respects their boundaries and goes to work. Oh man, he can't wait to embarrass them when they'll start to bring boy/girlfriends home.

Undertale Papyrus - Uh, ok?? Papyrus is a bit surprised, even though that situation seems vaguely familiar. He's a bit in shock and simply stares speechless as they walk away without even looking back at him. What's going on? Did he do something that hurt them? He's so confused. He doesn't remember anything happening today? He's worried all day, and even more confused when his child acts totally normal when they comes home later that day. What was that???

Underswap Sans - He smirks. Yeah, sure. Blue drives them in the police car so he just takes the megaphone and screams that he loves you anyway so all of your school hears it. He can't stop chuckling as you run inside as red as a tomato. He can't help it, he needs to cause chaos.

Underswap Papyrus - You hear that? That's the sound of his soul shattering into a million pieces lmao. Honey is extremely close to his children so he for sure didn't expect that. It's like you just hit him with a hammer in the face right now. He goes home, faceplants in the couch, and just whines. When his S/O asks what happened and he tells them everything, they just sit next to him and pats his shoulder, welcoming him into the wonderful world of hormonal changes. Yeah, that's not going to be a good period for poor Honey.

Underfell Sans - The heck?! Red calls after you several times as you walk away faster. You're ignoring him? You ingrat! He was changing your diapers yesterday! You can't be entering the teenage years so soon?! He forbids you to become a teenager! He already did it once with Edge and that was the worst time of his entire life. He's done with that! Please don't grow edgy like him, he's not sure he can take this a second time. Please...?

Underfell Papyrus - What? HOW DARE?! Come back here this instant! You're still his baby, you have no right to grow up so fast. Edge crosses his arms and stares at you with disappointment to make you feel guilty, but you don't even look back at him. He can't believe it. He just can't believe it! He comes back home all grumbling and mumbling to himself.

Horrortale Sans - Ah... Okay... Oak is just sad :( And a bit disturbed. He actually lost his way going home because he was agitated and didn't like that new change. He hopes it's only temporary because that sucks and he's worried you're ashamed of how he's behaving. He doesn't want his child to turn his back to him :(

Horrortale Papyrus - Oh, so this is the famous "phase" Grillby warned him about. Well, he didn't expect it to happen out of the blues, so he's a little surprised. He thought there would be more signs. Oh well, that's fine. He can still remember very clearly the horrible choices he made as a teenager, but that didn't last that long. Hopefully, it will be the same. He hopes you won't turn punk like he did, that was a mistake and that gave his brother plenty of material to tease him for years. Man, that was embarrassing. He takes the whole thing with philosophy. It will get better.

Swapfell Sans - Ah. That's a problem. He knows this attitude. Because that's his attitude, you know. He's not sure if he should be proud to have such an influence on his child or kinda offended they dare to send him away after everything he did for them. He's so going to complain all day to his S/O about this. You just hurt his feelings.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh yeah? You're not talking to him now? Welp. Desperate times call desperate measures. Rus parks the car, joins your group of friends, and just randomly says "Yo young people how is it going on that wonderful day?" with an improvised old man voice lol. His child is mortified, as the kids are giggling nervously, uncomfortable. That's what you get for rejecting your old dad. He feels like he's as old as his brother because of you, and that's BAD.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh, so you have an attitude now? Fine. He can have an attitude too. He's not going to pick you up from school. Enjoy walking 5 miles to get home. You'll have time to think about his hurt feelings this way. His S/O is not too happy about this, he even got in trouble because of you. He hopes you regret it.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - But... His goodbye hug? :( He looks at you leave with kicked puppy eyes, hoping you turn around and come back when you realize your mistake, but, uh. You don't. Coffee parks in the nearest fast food and asks for ice cream. He goes to lock himself in the toilet with his ice cream and cries while eating it lol. Yeah, tough times for Coffee.

[yourloveaton]

Third question! (Sorry if this is too much just tell me to shut up if needed lol)

Is Papyrus (when he’s older) inspired by Trickster’s trickstering and that’s why he does so many puzzles? Is he reusing old Trickster puzzles? Does he know? And if he does(n’t) what is his reaction when he finds out?

(Sorry for the amount of questions I just am SO CURIOUS!!!!)

(Thank you for letting me pester✨)

Don’t worry about it, I really appreciate your questions and love them a lot too!!! You’re helping me develop the au drastically and thank you so much for that !!!! 🥹🙏💖💖 Never shy away from asking questions, it’s never too much eheh

I actually had been thinking about it and I was not fully settled on what Trickster had done or had been doing during his time as a Trickster, I’ve got so many ideas that haven’t been finalised for the au yet. So basically it’s still kind of in brainstorm stage but I can give u some of the ideas I thought up for it !!!

Paps doesn’t know Trickster’s identity and still doesn’t know it in recent time, younger paps only heard about Trickster from the folk mostly and probably only met Trickster once which might have inspired him into wanting to become a royal guard!! (Other than Undyne)

Papyrus have always been into puzzles since he was little, I’d like to think Trickster enchanced his love for it even further and yeah, he might’ve been inspired by Trickster’s puzzles at the time which led for him to do puzzles all over Snowdin and you know, how he is now!!

Most of Trickster’s puzzles are nowhere to be seen now, probably destroyed or lost over time, though you might find an old, broken puzzle field that no one has come over in so long 🤭

There is a chance that Paps might have been reusing one of Trickster’s puzzles and improved it without knowing the original owner, though he doesn’t need to know the og owner anyway hahaha

But if he does find out about the og owner, he would be amazed on how one could build such a cool puzzle before the great Papyrus and how he would love to meet them hahaha

[skeletonh0e]

You will add Edgy, yeah 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 Write for Edgy~ 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀

He’s hot great.

ANYWAY— since you wrote general hcs for US Sans, is it okay if I ask for the same but with Fell?

Also, I’m happy that I can get to accompany your blog since the start :)) I’ll be there for your next writing, good luck! <3

Awww thank you sm! And as for Edge, I'm tempted. He is hot you right, anyway time for the red boy. Gender neutral reader and some suggestive content because Fell is a ✨ sleazebag ✨, a minor tw for alcoholism because Fell is also a bit of a mess

Underfell Sans x Reader Headcanons

Remember how I said Swap was inexperienced and needed some time adjusting to a relationship? Same here tbh.

Granted Fell isn't completely naive nor does he have zero relationship experience, he's had hook ups, the occasional date and has certainly tried his hand at it but like?

A serious committed relationship when he's deeply invested in the person and that sentiment is 100% returned? He's out of his element

It takes a level of patience on your part, he's not a bad partner, he loves yous and god dammit he's trying! But he's utterly shit at communication, impulsive, impatient, insensitive and can be an asshole even when he's not trying to be

Doesn't help the fact that there is a part of him scared that you will leave, hurt him, betray him, and he can lash out about those feelings real easily.

You two will find your rhythm eventually, but it's not instant and even then he makes it clear he is trying his best, he apologizes when he can in his own round about way, he tries to be sweet without seeming "soft", etc, etc.

After being together for awhile you've properly got everything settled in, not that you'll ever stop having issues (that's part of being a couple) but you've basically got everything sorted out allowing a new level of comfort

A very jealous guy tbh, it once again ties back into some underlying insecurities but generally he just doesn't like it when anyone gets too close. He'll frequently insert himself into conversations or just pull you into an embrace while glaring at the poor fucker in question

The message is always clear. His.

Surprisingly handsy, it's not like there's constant PDA but he'll frequently wrap an arm around your shoulder, nippling at your neck, happily set you right on his lap and it isn't unusual for him to just straight up slap your ass before leaving

Always looking like the smugest bastard alive when he does it

More lovey dovey crap is kind of kept behind doors though, you can't mess with his tough guy image alright. Though occasionally he'll let certain gestures slide

He really softens up when he's drunk though, something that happens more frequently than it should.

Your grouchy angry "none of that soft shit" boyfriend suddenly is all over you, praising you, kissing you, nuzzling you, telling you how much he loves you and it's a little embarrassing.

Taking care of his drunk ass is a common practice, dealing with him hung over is the other one. Which yeah in the mornings he's kinda just back to his usual self

Getting him food, water and aspirin is your go to, sometimes he'll jokingly ask if you're sure you're not an angel because it's a hell of a lot better than what Papyrus does

Not big on pet names but occasionally calls you stuff like "darling" or "sweet heart", maybe "doll" depending on the situation.

He's definitely the type of boyfriend that takes on a "only I I can bully you" mentality, he'll call you out for doing something dumb or extremely lame but the moment someone else tries to do that exact same thing he slaps them on pure impulse

You do occasionally have to reign him in as he is the type of guy to let things escalate, which he does do for you...reluctantly.

He has many unique ways of showing that he cares, sometimes they are more subtle and sometimes they're more overt, however if ever asked he'll never deny his feelings for you

"Do you loooove me?"

"i think you get too much of a kick outta asking- yes"

[cloudyskydreams]

SO on period UT,UF,US,HT!

Ive had this sitting in my notes for awhile wasn't super proud of it still ain't but I wanted to post something, I just had to slap the HT brothers on and boom new post.

Also I've been wanting to write swapfell but I don't know the difference between that and fellswap or really their personalities cause it's so different for each fanfic so if someone could pls explain 🙏

Anyways here y'all go hope you enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans:

I feel like sans is pretty knowledgeable so you didn't have to explain it to him. He takes it pretty maturely it's a natural part of life. The puns the horrible puns. He has so many specifically for this time of the month. He's always got your comfort snack on hand in his jacket pockets. He doesn't really change much he'll get off his ass if you ask him to but he sticks by your side mostly and lazes out cuddled with you while watching shows. Pretty good at getting products and snacks you might like he likes to get you some new snacks to try with him and he's good at guessing what you might like.

Papyrus:

This man is prepared. After you tell him what it is he researches it and WOWIE he wishes he just asked you to explain but now he's over prepared with knowledge! He has hot water bottles and weighted blankets at the ready. Any snacks you want, heck you want a whole meal? He's on it and it's prepared with extra love. He carries around your products for you and always has pain medicine in his bags. Pretty good at picking them up from the store too and has no shame getting them.

Underfell:

Red:

You gotta explain it to him and this man is bewildered for a bit. ya bleed from there for how long??? every month?! He's a little impressed?? Last he checked humans weren't supposed to lose huge amounts of blood but you're treating it like it's a normal thing. After he gets over his initial shock he'll try and help the best he can which is a little awkwardly. He makes a little nest for you out of blankets and pillows and makes sure you're comfortable. He and his magic run warm so he'll lay on your stomach and cuddle to help with cramps, pet his head and he might purr. He's pretty confused about products def one to send Babe what's your pussy size.

Edge:

He's aware, he's done his research on his own when you were ovulating about the human "mating cycle". Not a fun experience but he takes it in stride. He listens to what you need and trys to deliver. Massages for sore muscles and heating pads for cramps. He'll make you comfort food while you relax watching a show and join you afterwards for some cuddles. He's pretty good at getting products for you and takes the ones you like into consideration but he's always looking for better healthier alternatives for you.

Underswap:

Stretch:

Knows about it (blue taught him when he found out and Stretch showed interest in humans)and is a little awkward(traumatized from the talk with Blue). Hate to say it Stretch doesn't really know what to do he's not grossed out he just doesn't know how to handle it. He tries his best to be comforting giving snacks, heating pads, and cuddles. He's so awkward going to the store to get products plays it cool but has no idea what he's doing and definitely gets the wrong thing after his mind blanks while staring at all the products for too long. You just gotta train him he'll get better.

Blue:

Also knows and he's handling it alot better. He takes it in stride and understands the biggest part is you're uncomfortable and he's going to do his best to help with that. He takes care of chores you don't want to do, makes you comfort meals, and always has a heating pad ready. Has so many two player comfort games lined up for you guys, he has stuff to do but most of his work stuff can be done at home! Which means he'll just be a shout away if you need anything . Pretty good at getting products and is one to carry some around in his bag just in case when you guys go out.

HorrorTale:

Axe:

You have to explain it to him… Multiple times. He's confused as to why you smell like blood, he likes the smell but he's confused for a bit until he writes a note about it. He will not remember which products to get unfortunately. He's so confused staring at them you'll have to instruct him very clearly over a call and he still probably grabs the wrong one. Cuddles are supreme he's a giant so he'll engulf you in his form and his purrs practically shake your whole body. It's like a free massage chair whenever you want. He sticks closer by your side during this time of month knowing blood means your wounded and his protective urges flare up.

Willow:

You'll also have to explain it to him and he's extremely worried when he smells blood. Even more so when he learns how long you bleed, he knows how much blood a human can loose and it worries him you're losing so much. After you explain it's a normal thing and a part of life he calms down slightly. He cleans and cooks a lot when stressed or worried so you constantly have something to munch on and you don't have to worry about any chores. He stays over stocked up on supplies, he doesn't like going out in public very often but for this he will because he deems it important enough. It's why he stocks up so much when he goes out. Mother hens over you hard and you might have to pull him into cuddles to get him to relax for a bit.

[magic-hcs]

If your requests are still open, can I ask for some hc's from the guys from HT and HF where the reader praises them and kisses their scars? these poor boys need more love 😭😭♡

These boys so do need more love! Thank you for being patient with me, I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: light angst, insecurities, low self-esteem, mentions of trauma

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Rust: horrorfell Sans

Thatch: Horrorfell Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

✨✨

Bear: The purrs are loud with this one as your lips sweetly press against the little cracks and dents in his bones. At least, as long as you stay away from the gaping hole in his skull. It’s way too sensitive for your lips, not to mention, the edges are sharp. Bear would feel so bad if you accidentally cut yourself on it.

Don’t get me started on when you start to throw praises and doting on him with words into the mix, my will be man is a goner plain and simple.

Of course, in the beginning when you start to do this, Bear short-circuits and needs to process what you just did. But he will always accept any affection you want to give him. Only when you move on or leave Bear to his own thoughts do the intrusive little buggers start to plague him with insecurities.

They range from jabs at his conditions, his appearance and past. Trying to pick him apart and disprove all the praises and love you’ve just given him. Ever the stubborn man who struggles with it internally, refusing to burden anyone else with it, tries to push through it and ignore his thoughts. Which has never helped him at all - one would think he finally gets that it's not healthy or helpful behavior after so long of doing it and it backfiring in his face.

Luckily, Bean is observant and perceptive, knowing his dear brother like no other, helpfully nudges him open. (By playing the we-will-always-be-truthful-to-each-other-card…No one ever said that Bean doesn’t play dirty. If it helps his brother in the long run, he’s making use of it). And of course, it helps. Once he opened up to you about it and you two found a way to not trigger his intrusive thoughts - by spreading your praises and scar kissings throughout the day instead of all in one go - Bear will always readily accept any affections you give him.

✨✨

Bean: At the start of the relationship - when monsters haven’t surfaced all that long ago - Bean noticed you had gotten way more affectionate towards him than you had been before. Which, of course, isn’t a bad thing; everyone is different and some people just get more touchy and lovey when in a romantic relationship. But it did lightly trigger his skepticism like a knee-jerk reaction.

Back in the underground…well, let’s just say that Bean has a good reason why he looks for meanings behind certain actions and behavior thanks to some who acted nice not out of the goodness of their soul or heart.

It’s not your fault of course, nor could Bean be at fault.

Just something from the past that Bean took with him to the surface.

You don’t have to worry however, he knows you well enough to know that you don’t have any ulterior motive with your affections. So for Bean it will be easy enough to push those reflexive skeptical thoughts aside, or rationalize them.

Once he gets used to it, he’ll return the favor. You want to kiss Bean’s scars? Go right ahead, while you’re doing that, Bean will place skelekisses on your marked skin. Tracing his phalanges sweetly over the dents and lighter or darker lines on your body, while he himself shivers slightly as your lips press against the cracks on his bones. It’s a very sweet and domestic quality time between the two of you. It becomes even better when either one of you had been having a tough day, building each other up with each tender kiss.

Bean cannot quite imagine a life without your sweet, sweet kisses. He treasures them and you deeply.

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Rust: It’s a healing feeling that Rust at first didn’t know what to do with. He stood there, frozen while you kissed his scars. Trying to process what’s going on inside him and what you’re doing. There had been times when Rust stared at you with his sometimes unnerving unblinking gaze before asking “…why?”.

It’s a slow progress of him getting used to it, but it’s so worth it in the end.

Now, Rust knows and been with you long enough to know when you’re about to shower him in praises and kisses. To say he adores those times is an understatement. He wants to completely lean and sag against you as you nuzzle him. Whispering sweet nothings in his non-existent ear while you kiss every crack, scar and dent that litters his face.

But there’s a time that is his favorite when you decide to pamper him like this. And that is when the two of you lie in bed together, either when waking up in the morning, or going to sleep or just cuddling together. With you either snuggled up to his side or lying on his bare chest (yes he has shoved some pillows inside his ribcage to make it more comfortable for you. And yes it feels weird to have those things inside his ribs but anything for you, not that he would say it out loud.)

It feels warm, it feels intimate. The way you look at him in the eyelight, murmuring so sweetly as you stroke your fingers across his scarred ribs and bones. And you do without a motive, you just want to do this. Showing Rust love and care he had never thought he’d wanted, desired, craved or needed. And oh, how he needed and craved it. Your love is like a silky cloth that gets softly pulled across his bones like a gentle wave. It’s a liquid warmth that fills the cracks and mental scars putting him back together like one does a treasured vase with golden glue.

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Thatch: Oh, oh gosh… Thatch doesn’t know what to do with this, honestly. His mind cannot really wrap around it? After all, how could he deserve such love from you that you just want to shower him with praises and kiss the cracks in his face and ribs? How is he supposed to function when you take his prosthetic arm and hand in yours and kiss the fingers and knuckles so tenderly? Never taking your eyes - that are full of so, so much love that he is undeserving of - off his own sockets.

You know of his past, he knows you do, he has told you himself that night full of so many tears and vulnerability. So Thatch can’t really grasp that despite it all, despite you knowing what he did, the monster that he is in every single way possible, you still hold him as if he deserves something. As if he deserves to be loved, that he deserves to be reassured.

You’re breaking him in even tinier little pieces, unraveling him at the seams, slowly but surely, until all that's left of him…and you’re putting him back together with such care and gentle hands and lips with every touch, with every kiss and words of praise.

It’s after a long time that Thatch slowly starts to be able to mentally accept the affections you wish to bestow upon him. And it’s after an even longer time that he manages to push the little voice in the back of his mind that whispers; ‘they don’t truly mean that, they don’t truly love you. It’s just pity,’ away.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.