#papyrus with a sex appeal?

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: People who dont like sans/ hes not their favorite tend to write his interactions with other characters better than people who ONLY like sans. For example Flowey & Toriel stans have some of the best written stuff involving sans ive seen and as a fan of him i tend to prefer those works over the stuff where hes written as just constant sex appeal 100% of the time. (it also helps that hes not constantly twinkified and gets to be funny/comic relief in these works instead of twink 1000 badass supreme angst machine sexyman, sans just works better when hes a support character) Papyrus and Alphys stans also write him really well which is funny because (again i love sans) because sans only fans especially in the early fandom wrote alphys and papyrus TERRIBLY (ooc, stupid, naive, weaker, etc; ykwim)

[tooti-fruiti]

UNDERTALE BOYFRIEND/GIRLFRIEND SCENARIOS

Halloween!

-TORIEL

Halloween with Toriel is a little boring to be honest.

She only hands out candy and watches kids movies with Frisk.

Her costume doesn't even match yours. She's a witch because it's the least scary thing she can think of. (She'll also get mad if you scare Frisk with your costume)

But this part is a little understandable because the only decor she has outside her house is spiderwebs and gravestones.

However, if this is what you're looking for, then Toriel is for you.

"So, (Y/n)! How do I look?"

-SANS

Halloween with Sans is always so much fun.

You two watch scary movies and later he hosts a Halloween party and all your friends are invited.

There's all sorts of Halloween themed games and desserts (thank you Muffet).

Costumes with Sans are always dirty. Something kids would think is innocent but not adults.

Such as the charger block and socket.

Or one time, Sans dressed up as a hotdog and made you dress up as a donut.

You two have fun with it though because this sort of shit is your style.

Or, if you two feel especially lasy, you'll just wear sweats and t-ahirts that say "Error 404, costume not found" and instead of throwing a party, if you two feel lazy, you'll just go around to Haunted attractions and stuff.

However sometimes you go trick or treating with Frisk and Toriel, and if he sees any bones, skulls, or whole ass skeletons as decor, he's going to be disturbed.

"hey, you humans sure do hate skeletons huh?"

-PAPYRUS

Papyrus HATES scary movies. So don't expect him to watch any on Halloween.

The only Halloween movie he'll watch is The Nightmare Before Christmas. (He loves Jack Skellington [Sans will watch it too])

Papyrus loves to pass out candy to little kids and go trick or treating with Toriel and Frisk.

He, like Sans, also gets disturbed when he sees skeletons laying around. Including Jack Skellington.

Papyrus is also extremely torn between three costumes.

A vampire, a pumpkin, and Jack Skellington.

He loves to wear capes and being a vampire is just an excuse to wear a cape, look cool and attractive, and sharpen his teeth.

He thinks he looks really good in orange and that's why he wants to be a Papyrus shaped pumpkin.

And then Jack Skellington is self explanatory.

So he switches between the three costumes every year. And you're happy to dress up with whatever he chooses.

"(Y/N) LOOK! JACK'S SUIT HAS A TAIL THINGY!"

-UNDYNE

Since Undyne is a piranha, she thought it was only right that she was a pirate.

You two absolutely DECK the house in booby traps to scare little kids.

(Toriel and Frisk don't visit during Halloween)

You both think it's funny scaring the shit out of kids.

Once "passing out candy" is over, you two watch scary movies.

But if there aren't any new ones to watch, you two will go Haunted houses or Sans's party instead.

"OH! GOOD IDEA (Y/N)! WHEN THE KID WALKS ONTO OUR LAWN, THE FAKE SPIDER WILL FALL FROM THE TREE AND SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF THEM!"

-ALPHYS

Alphys doesn't really want to participate in Halloween.

She likes to cuddle up to you when you two watch something scary.

But she's anti-social and doesn't want to pass out candy to kids or go to Haunted Houses.

The only thing she will do that involves going outside is go to Sans's party because she knows everyone there.

And the two of you dress up like mummies. Because that's the only Alphys can really agree to dressing up to.

"O-Oh! (Y-Y/n)! Friday the 13th is on! You wanna w-watch it with me?"

-METTATON

Mettaton knows he's sexy.

And what kind costume is sexy enough for Mettaton?

A vampire.

Ever since Mettaton came to the surface, he knew that vampires had a high sex appeal, and that's what he dresses up as every Halloween (he takes very good care of his costume btw).

He knows you like seeing him look so elegant too.

Mettaton wears that costume all day until he needs to recharge his battery.

You two spend the day watching monster romance movies because it's Halloween-y and he thinks they're cute.

You two don't pass out candy or go to haunted houses either, but you two do go to Sans's party.

Fashionably late of course.

To match Mettaton's sex appeal. You also to decide to dress up in something slutty. Either it be the devil, another vampire, or even a cat.

"(Y/N) DARLING, YOU LOOK ABSOLUTELY STUNNING! GLORIOUS! RAVENOUS EVEN."

-ASGORE

Asgore, despite being able to be a fearsome king, is quite scared of Halloween.

He doesn't like getting scared and he gets scared quite easily.

More easily then he would like to admit.

So when Halloween comes around, you two just stay inside and watch comedy movies instead.

He knows you like Halloween and apologizes for getting too scared.

However, you both still dress up. Your couples costume is a demon inspired one.

"Hey. I'm sorry we can't do anything Halloween-y except for dressing up..."

-GRILLBY

Grillby doesn't care for Halloween.

He doesn't get it and he doesn't see the point.

He lets you do Halloween activities by yourself while he takes care of Grillby's

"...have fun at the party."

-MUFFET

Muffet loves Halloween. She loves every holiday, but Halloween is her favorite.

Not only does she get to make holiday themes desserts, but this is the one time of the year where monsters have feel like they belong on the surface.

She doesn't dress up, but she definitely celebrates Halloween.

"Oh dearie! Look at these cute Pumpkin Donuts I made!"

-GASTER

Gaster, like Papyrus, also really likes the Nightmare Before Christmas.

But he also likes old horror movies. Like Dracula, Frankenstein, The Invisible Man, and The Wolf Man.

Black and white movies like that.

Gaster actually was the invisible man one year for Halloween, he created an elemental formula that allowed his bones to turn invisible.

You can bet he had funny teasing you that way.

However, he did figure out a way to make himself visible again.

Like Papyrus, Gaster switches between costumes.

Gaster will either be Dracula, Jack Skellington (when Papyrus isn't dressed up as him), The Invisible Man, or Victor Frankenstein.

You two visit everyone at the party, but don't stay for long.

Once you two get home, you'll pass out candy and watch old horror movies.

"☟︎♏︎ 🙵♏︎◻︎⧫︎ ♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎❍︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎! ☟︎♏︎ ♎︎♓︎♎︎ 🙵♓︎●︎●︎ ♒︎♓︎❍︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♏︎■︎ □︎🕯︎♍︎●︎□︎♍︎🙵!"

(Translation: He kept his promise! He did kill him at ten o'clock!)

[Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day]

[yu-like-spice-dont-you-squidward]

B, M, P, T for Pup, Midas and Tilly?

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

CW: for slight mentions of the effects of addiction and sexual trauma. Mentions of body image issues and famine.

Pup

B = Without his ecto, it's his pelvis - he finds it beautiful and likes to wear things that accentuate it. With his ecto, that'd be his ass. He has a nice ass. He loves his partner's thighs. M = He is so easy to turn on. A well-timed teasing comment, or a deliberate brush to a sensitive area is a good start. He'd love it if you pinned him and got rough with him. P = All depending on you, darlin'. You're the boss... what do you want him to do? T = Oh yeah. They're for him and he uses them on himself, but he would love it if you used them on him.

Midas

B = He really doesn't like anything about his body, he really put it through the ringer during his addiction and it shows. But if you asked him, he's just going to smirk and say his dick. I mean really, you walked right into that one. He really likes his partner's everything. He finds something to like about every little part of you. M = Wandering hands while lounging together. Checking in with him as things heat up is also a surefire way for him to relax and want to keep going. He finds you seeking his verbal consent very appealing. P = Slow and sensual, he's easing back into being comfortable with sex so it'll be a while before he's up for anything rougher. T = Yes, and he's a lot more comfortable using them on you then you using them on him.

Tilly

B = He has a difficult relationship with his body after the changes the famine put it through, but on a good day, he likes his cheekbones. As for his partner, he likes any part of you that's extra squishy. If you've got a tummy, he'll love that a lot. M = Straddling him, kisses to his collarbone, and wandering hands coupled with murmured body worship. P = Slow. He's quite large and it'll take some time for you guys to even be able to fuck. T = No, just like Papyrus he's relatively inexperienced. He'd be up for trying certain ones but he'd want to talk about it first.

[kamari333]

I’m curios to ask (If it’s alright, feel free not if you don’t want to) what makes Underlust your fave Au?

Oh this is a great question! There are a lot of reasons!! Longpost under the cut. Forgive me, i typed this on my phone and i just woke up.

One is the designs. I fucking adore everyones designs! Sans is damn cute! Papyrus is cute! Napstablook is cute! MTT is cute! Grillby is cute! The color palettes and slight deviations that make them unique are all just Artistically Good and they hit me somewhere nice in the visual appeal part of my brain.

Another reason is that I just love the canon story! I mean, yeah, its really dark and tragic what happened to Mettaton. But the point of the story is that he overcomes it. He is able to heal. The story tells us that you can heal even after you get hurt that badly and it doesnt have to define you and thats wonderful and beautiful and something too many people legitimately need to hear.

And the RELATIONSHIPS!! MTT and Papyrus talk it out and have a relationship that isnt based in physicality they just genuinely love each other. And Papyrus is so clearly Ride or Die. It's just GREAT okay? And the Sansby is ALSO GREAT because Sans and Grillby are awkward and never talk until Sans does his drunken confesssion and Grillbz is just like oh god i love this dumb idiot drunk this is my life now.

And MTT and Alphys also have a great relationship! They are close enough to make Girl Talk even after what happened! Alphys knows cuz she patched MTT up but they're still making sass at each other! GREAT!!

Papyrus and Undyne have a great relationship!!! She doesn't infantilize him and admits he is good at the sex part of the job, she just thinks he is too clingy and romance driven to keep himself detached enough for work. And thats a legitimate concern! For his well being and the clients both!

Sans and Papyrus's relationship is great!! There is clearly a standard set of platonic affection being shared between them. They talk and joke and sass and tease each other. Theyre brothers and its great.

(did the creator draw a lot of underlust fontcest too? yes. yes she did. and that was also great. but these are two separate things and even without the obvious -gestures- "theyre fictional skeleton monsters, dont be weird", its also addressed that the fontcest part is not something to model irl.)

And i like to headcanon blooky and sans are friends even though they never interacted in the canon material we got. i like to think they would have eventually if it wasn't discontinued.

I love how the humans are adults and frisk is aroace. i'm afraid of children so having an AU where the humans are all canonically adult is great to me.

I love Toriel and Asgore's relationship. It is tragic what happened to them, but I think it's important that stories not always shy away from that kind of hurt. Some people need stories like that too.

I love Rosie the Rose's design and concept in general.

I also love the LUST mechanic. I love that there is an AU where sex is a prominent, plot relevant, societally prevalent and important thing. I love that as an Asexual, myself. It allows me to explore that topic safely, while having fun. I love how its treated as a both natural (meaning its normal and not gross or weird) and unnatural (not meant for monsters, specifically, under normal circumstances) thing. I love how it is defined as a Very Human thing, and what that can mean to me when analyzed and juxtaposed against the narrative foil to the idea that we are given in Frisk the Asexual.

I kinda love that the whole thing is 80% shitposts and pieces the creator made while just having fun living their best life. Yes the papyton comic, which is the meat of the canon, was done seriously, but so much was made of just the characters having fun being themselves and thats pretty cool too.

I know there is a lot of bad publicity around underlust. I know people have spread terrible rumors about it. I frankly dont care. I know it is a beautiful story made from beautiful art. wherever its creator is now i wish her the best in the world. It is my favorite AU (aside from my own lol) and nobody can change my mind.

[battlemaiden13]

Hello! I want to make a dance request regarding the hnd boys. So what if the MC dances for a talent show and they didn't know the skeletons were part of the audience? The MC does the Lilifilm #3 dance! You can look it up if you want to see the type of dance she does, but if it's too much then it's fine!

Sans -Finds himself missing most of the performance as he avoids watching you. It’s not because you are doing a bad job, on the contrary you are doing amazing and he feels embarrassed watching you. He does compliment you afterwards but he would prefer not to talk to much on it.

Papyrus -Thinks you do amazingly. Since this is in an innocent context he will take it that way, maybe even asking you to teach him the dance when you meet up afterwards. He has nothing but praise for your efforts and performance. You can’t help but feel very prideful as he continues to shower you in praise.

Red -wouldn’t be afraid to perv on your performance because to him that seems like the point. Be prepared for a few lewd comments when you meet up after the show and maybe even a few catcalls as you exit the stage from your performance.

Edge -is taken aback and maybe slightly embarrassed by your dance. He just wasn’t expecting it so it took him off guard. He doesn’t have much to say about it but by how embarrassed he seems you assume he liked it.

Blue -Was very excited to see you perform, and very excited during. He can’t take his eyes off of you. When you catch up later he will tell you what an amazing job you did and says something perverted that you are convinced you just misheard since he played it off so well.

Orange -He can’t take his eyes off of you but is also acutely aware of his magic sparking and growing. He will awkwardly try to hide his lower region as he watches you and imagines you doing a private show for him.

Berry -Is filled with criticism. No offense to you he thinks you did a fine job but after every show he tends to give his 2 cents even when it’s not asked for. The whole sex appeal of this dance flies over his head as he tells you how you could of improved it in his opinion. This doesn’t mean he hates it, in fact he thinks you did great, this is just what he’s like.

Syrup -very much enjoys the show. He might even find a way to record it to watch it later or if you two are dating he could even ask for a private show. He might have already seen you practicing though so none of it really comes as a shock to him although he does enjoy himself very much.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Endurance Trial (PapayaBerry, lemon)

Summary:   Blue's POV after Red leaves his house in the last chapter. His perspective on being Chosen might be a little different than Red's.

Tags: PapayaBerry, Blue/Papyrus, Blue/Sans, Background SpicyHoneyMustard, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!, Unhealthy Relationship, Dubious Consent!

Notes and WARNINGS! : Whew, how to warn for this. 

I want to label it dubious consent, because while Guards know what they are getting into when they sign on and no one is forced to become a guard, it still FEELS like dubious consent and some unpleasant sexual content. So be warned.

There's also some description of Blue's injuries, which if you read the last chapter, you know there were plenty. It's not particularly gruesome, but I want to warn. Do I need to warn for Unhealthy Relationships? Yeah, 'cause that's a thing. 

Oh, boys, why do you do this to me?

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

Musically Inclined

Lest You Be Judged

Solo Act

Appealing To Better Judgment

Safety In Numbers

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Blue watched Red silently as he stormed away, around the corner of the house to the car that was surely parked for him by the curb. He stayed there on the porch, watching condensation roll lazily down their half-drunk glasses of lemonade, waiting as he listened to distant tires squealing away.

The sun was hot overhead, even birds often failed to sing in the worst of the afternoon heat. A brief longing for Snowdin jabbed into Blue’s battered soul like a hatpin, memories of cold mounds of snow, of a little brother who was missing his two front teeth and still only came up to Blue’s chin. A brother he hadn’t seen in years aside from pictures and whose letters Blue could no longer open, not since Rus was Chosen as Judge.

They came like clockwork, once a week, a plain envelope with his name written in penmanship that he’d seen over the years go from childish scribbles to tidy letters cramped together so tightly they near fell over each other in an attempt to form his name.

Every week Blue took that letter out of his mailbox and every week he tucked it in with the rest, unopened, filed and sorted by date.

This week’s letter was due in two days’ time and he would retrieve it like he had all the others despite Papyrus offering to get the mail.

Penance always came due and Blue would not shirk accepting his.

By the time Blue stirred again, the ice cubes were dwindled in the glasses. He picked up his and drained it to the last drop. Even with the tartness of the lemonade diluted and watery, it soothed his thirst.

The tray was too difficult to manage with only one hand and on days when he’d spent time on his damaged knees in the garden, Blue needed that hand to hold his cane more than ever. Instead, he set the glasses on the tray, wiping away the smeary puddles of water they left behind with his bandana. Papyrus would be more than happy to clear it away, would be purely delighted if Blue asked him to gather up the wagon and trowel he’d left behind out in the field.

Life was a great deal easier with Papyrus here with him, in so many ways.

When they’d first released Blue from the care of the healers, he’d been grateful to be away, leaving behind the pity that barely hid their disgust. Had Asgore still been alive, they likely would have left him to dust. It would have been a kindness to do so, rather than healing him only to execute him later for his failures.

The Queen was the one who demanded he be cared for and even then, Blue was less grateful than he was confused, expecting any day for his brother to come to him for a last Judgement.

Blue shivered despite the heat of the sun, struggling against memories that he wished were as blurred as his days of healing. He took his cane in hand, limping into the house and the cooling wash of air conditioning on the sweat dappling his bones left him shivering anew.

The house was tidy as a pin, exactly as Blue preferred it, even if he wasn’t the one who kept it this way. In the kitchen was freshly ground coffee in a container that was easily opened with one hand. Blue turned on the kettle, leaning against the counter as he waited for it to heat.

He didn’t watch it. The polished metal was too likely to cast a distorted reflection back at him and Blue’s face was troublesome enough without it. Broken and healed, as much as it could be.

They’d put him back together as best they could at the Queen’s behest, given him a home to live in, and then left him here alone. They, the ubiquitous they; the Guard, the Monster community, even his brother, though it was quite clear that wasn’t Rus’s choice. The entirety of his world left him here to struggle with the most basic of tasks.

Hoping, perhaps, that if they weren’t allowed to let him die, that he would take care of that for them, by accident or otherwise.

There were days when Blue hoped he would, too. The worst of it was those first weeks with pain still throbbing rawly through his imperfectly healed bones, staring hatefully at his own reflection in the mirror. He’d spit on it once, watched the glob of used magic trailing down the glass, smearing across the shattered image of his face in an unbroken mirror.

Everything hurt back then, his body, his soul, the swollen, too-recent memory of what happened in the throne room. Watching as Sans loomed over them all, his small body brimming with power, overflowing with unearthly rage as they were all of them, even the King, mercilessly Judged. The agony that raked over Blue’s soul like invisible claws as the Judge looked within it, scooping him out until he was hollow and weighing him before all creation. The next he knew, he was lying on the stinking, burnt remains of the golden flowers that once carpeted the throne room, his head ringing, and coated so thickly with dust there were days Blue still thought he could taste it, chalky and bitter on the back of his tongue.

It was…not a good memory.

Things were better now that Papyrus was here. He was the one who removed all the mirrors, saying that if they upset Blue, then why keep them around, a question Blue never once thought to ask himself. Papyrus was the one who rearranged the entire house, moving the bed downstairs into the living room as he laughed that no one cared where they slept in their own home, so why force Blue to climb the stairs every night. Papyrus was the one who cooked, the one who cleaned, who made lemonade and carried it out for Blue so he might have a cold drink while he worked in the gardens. He was the one who took Blue from caretaker to cared for, and the pure gratitude Blue felt towards him for it brought stinging tears to his good socket.

Red simply didn’t understand, and how could he? Rumor had it that those three cavorted like lovers rather than Chosen in the service of the Crown and Angel.

On one hand it was near blasphemous and on the other…Blue hoped Red was right, that his brother was happy and not simply enduring what his body required. Blue wanted that for Rus and if the Angel disapproved, then surely She wouldn't have allowed Edge and Red such liberties.

Red hid his emotions well, but Blue was Chosen for several years. He knew how to see deeper things that others did not, and he could see the depth of affection in Red’s eye lights when he spoke of Rus, the adoration, the purity of love.

The kettle hissed steam and Blue startled, lifting it from the base to pour over the grounds already in the strainer basket. Watched as it dripped through the hourglass shape of the gravity brewer, clear turning to a rich brown. Better coffee, according to Papyrus, and easier for Blue to use than having to mess with filters and pots and whatnot.

When it was finished, Blue took his cup out to the living room where the bed was pushed into one corner and two chairs sat across from it. He chose one of the chairs, sipping from his cup, the coffee hot and black exactly as he liked it and nothing like his brother’s preference for all things sweet.

He wondered how often Red and Edge indulged him, their affection overruling their good sense.

Strange, really. As many years as Blue spent in the guard, he’d felt many things; pride at a duty well done, determination to keep his charge well cared for, yes, even some affection. He’d been fond of Sans and if he weren’t Chosen, if things had been different, Blue might have been happy to call him friend.

He might have anyway, had it not been for that certain part of his duties. Blue had done what was required of him, kept to his vows, and hated every moment of it. If there was one faint, thin silver lining he’d found in his disgrace, it was the shameful relief that duty was over.

No more evenings dreading being called to the Judge’s room to service him. Allowing his body to be used, blanking his mind as he’d been taught while keeping his distaste to himself. It was only another unpleasant chore to be done, like when he'd been an initiate and was sent to scrub toilets with an old toothbrush. Even during his training, he’d disliked those sex acts. Having the other guards pawing at him, fouling him with their fluids, grunting over him and expecting him to do the same.

He'd only swallowed down his disgust and done what was required, learned his lessons quickly, endured until his skills were well-appreciated and occasionally even requested by the others. That he declined; he’d joined the Guard so that he might be Chosen for service to the Judge, not any sweaty initiate who might wish to grab onto his skull and fuck his mouth without care.

Blue sipped his coffee, lost in memory. As much as he’d been grateful that Sans had so many Chosen, lessening the likelihood of him being required, there was always that awful moment in the evening, the terrible anticipation as he waited restlessly to see if he’d be summoned.

In those days, Chosen had their own rooms in the Judge’s wing of the castle and Blue would wait in his, always carefully washed and groomed, bones polished and prepared as he waited to see if the Night guard would come to his room and tell him with formal politeness that the Judge requested his presence. Then he would walk alone to the Judge’s rooms, reciting his vows beneath his breath. It was an honor to serve, an honor to be Chosen, and he would never fail in any of duties before King or Judge.

When it came to the actual act, Blue preferred oral sex; it was far easier to focus on the task at hand and he was skilled enough to bring the Judge off quickly, several times in a row if necessary. Sans seemed to know it and usually didn’t ask him for anything else. Certainly things were a lot better after Sans stopped trying to make him come.

But that was only a small part of being a guard, hastily done and forgotten. His nightly duties might have been distasteful, but during the day protecting the Judge was an incredible honor and he had been very fond of Sans, an affection that Sans seemed to return.

Blue was often the one caring for him after a Judging, cleaning up his frail body, soothing away his shivers and nightmares. Cooking him fragrant broths and holding the cup to Sans’s chattering teeth, gently urging him to drink. Caring for the Judge in every way he could, and if it often ended with him on his back, Sans moving over him, inside him, it was a small price to pay to be a highly sought after Chosen.

In the darkest, bitterest corner of his mind, Blue wondered if it was best that Sans hadn’t survived his last Judging. After enduring that, Blue wasn’t entirely sure he could have allowed Sans to touch him again.

But broken as it was, his body was his own now and giving it was his choice. His time as Chosen was done and the Judge would never touch him again. He shuddered faintly to think of it, of the merest possibility of Sans using his brother’s hands on him, fouling his precious memories of Rus.

No matter Red’s insinuations or his brother’s letters arriving like clockwork, it could not happen. It would not.

The front door opening startled Blue out of his thoughts. He turned to see Papyrus coming in, his arms loaded with grocery bags.

"I'm home!" Papyrus sang out. Blue smiled involuntarily. He didn't smile much these days, it pulled on the cracks in his skull painfully, but it was nearly impossible to resist the urge when faced with Papyrus. He was filled with endless cheer, drawing it from an overflowing well somewhere deep inside himself.

When Papyrus first came here Blue only knew him by reputation, Sans’s younger brother, the guard who washed out so many times. In those days if Blue thought of him at all, he might have supposed Papyrus to be naïve, particularly when it came to what he would be forced to endure if Sans Chose him. As it turned out, it wasn’t the sexual aspect that was the issue. Papyrus couldn’t bring himself to kill and as useless as that was to a guard, it was still a good trait to have in Blue’s opinion.

“Just look at you, drinking coffee while you’re still sweaty, honestly! I know that you’ve been working outside for far too long,” Papyrus went on, in that tone that somehow managed to be both scolding and cheery.

“Do you think so?” Blue asked, teasingly. He set his empty mug aside and limped into the kitchen to help empty the bags. Setting their contents on the countertop, sorting them by dry goods and refrigerator. Papyrus was a whirlwind, moving about as he put things away. He towered over Blue, long, gangly limbs moving in tandem as he sorted out his purchases, muttering beneath his breath at what items would be needed for tonight’s dinner, what might be needed now. Papyrus was a fair cook, partially trained guard that he was, and with Blue’s guidance, he was improving by the day.

So unlike his brother, in so many ways.

“Don’t you always?” Papyrus retorted.

“I suppose I do,” Blue admitted. He set the butter with the rest of the refrigerator items, salted and unsalted, ready for a variety of recipes. “I’ve always had to work hard.”

He bent down to retrieve a bag of apples, stilling as Papyrus came up suddenly behind him and sank down to kneel on the floor. Hands settled on his pelvis, drawing him down into Papyrus’s lap and a chill ran through Blue at the hard pressure on his tailbone.

"Hmmm, but are you a hard worker,” Papyrus murmured, one spidery-slim hand cupping between Blue’s legs. “I was thinking of you at the store. Standing there in the produce section like a fool, remembering how you were last night. I couldn’t seem to help myself." He nuzzled at the back of Blue's skull, his tongue curling around the sensitive place where it joined his spine.

“Did you?” Blue managed. Last night in their shared bed, Blue only lay back on the clean sheets and let Papyrus have him, the same as he had every night since Papyrus came to live with him. Moaning as he’d been taught, playing at enthusiasm and if Papyrus knew his shuddering climax for a joyless sham, he showed no sign of it.

His hands went to the front of Blue's trousers, toying at the fastenings. "Can I?"

Blue closed his sockets. "Of course."

With gentle hands, Papyrus rid him of his trousers and helped him to his uncertain knees. Blue buried his broken face into his arm, focused on his breathing. Papyrus was always gentle, but so damned persistent, he wouldn’t stop until Blue came, reluctantly, shivering with unwanted orgasm. He summoned his cunt already dripping wet, giving the appearance of being desperately aroused, and Papyrus hummed in the delight to discover it, his fingers pushing inside, testing that slipperiness.

There were times that Papyrus drew this out, lingering until Blue snapped at him with impatience disguised as urgency. Today, he must have been too eager, worked up from his imaginings, because he pulled his fingers out quickly. The sound of his zipper was loud in the small room, the rustle of clothing before the tip of his shaft butted up against Blue’s clenching entrance.

Papyrus pushed the heavy length of his cock into Blue's pussy, stretching his lips around that solid girth and the pinch of it make him hiss. Bigger than Sans, so much bigger, and somehow Blue always forgot until it was forcing its way inside him.

He'd thought his days of enduring this were over. The Judge was dead, long live the Judge, and Blue would be alone until he finally dusted, as he should have in the throne room.

Until Papyrus showed up at his front door.

It was quick at least. Papyrus’s pelvis pounded against his own as he grunted with pleasure. The cracks that ran through Blue’s bones sang with pain as Papyrus’s pace quickened and then he stilled, the surging warmth of his cum filling Blue’s aching pussy before he could offer even the pretense of an orgasm. Papyrus slumped over Blue, carefully keeping the bulk of his weight off him, then withdrew, his seed seeping down the inside of Blue’s femurs in a filthy flood.

He rolled Blue gently onto his back and there he lay, staring up at the ceiling as Papyrus buried his face against his cunt to lick at the soft, slick folds. Absently, he decided that they needed to clean again, there was a cobweb in one corner.

Then Blue closed his sockets, shuddering as the clever tongue inside him brought him to a reluctant peak. When he was finished, shivering unpleasantly, Papyrus lifted him into his arms, holding him close. That at least was something to appreciate, and Blue snuggled into the embrace, returning it the best he could with his single arm.

"You always take care of me," Papyrus sighed happily, scattering gentle kisses over his skull. "Just like Sans said you would."

"I always will," Blue promised, dully. It was his duty and he might be shamed, a failed Chosen when it came to protecting his Judge, but he would not fail in this. Penance always came due and he would endure it. The Judge's little brother would be safe with him, for as long as Blue drew breath.

Soon, Papyrus would carry him to the bathroom and wash him clean, and if it roused him, ignited his need again, perhaps he’d be satisfied with Blue’s mouth this time.

It was something to hope for and a small price to pay, really, to keep Papyrus here with him. If only the anticipation wasn’t always so terrible, the waiting, oh, by the Angel, always waiting for this again.

Blue closed his sockets as Papyrus rose with him in his arms, already babbling softly about showers and dinner. He’d know soon enough what else needed to be endured and the wait would be done. For at least a little while.

-finis-

[popatochisssp]

I said I'd grow some self control and not ask too many questions BUT..... this is NSFW / lime a little : the boys' favourite types of lingerie with an s/o who enjoys wearing it? (We know Paps would die for stockings but I personally need deets on what MalIMEANT ON WHAT EVERYONE ELSE likes.) Toodles ~ !

In spiteful defiance of tumblr’s anti-sex/nudity/female-presenting-nipples stance, I must answer this ask.

…but I will put it under a cut for safety, juuuust in case there are some minor eyes that need protecting from the lewdness of verbally-described underwear. ;3

Sans (Undertale): The sexiest thing his partner can wear to bed for him is a baggy, old t-shirt, the more well-loved and form-obscuring the garment, the better. See, Sans has…a bit of a comfort kink… meaning if his s/o is casual and comfy and doesn’t really care what they look like in front of him, that’s so hot, stars, he loves ‘em so much…! It’s super domestic, but it really revs his engine, anyway– or maybe because of it.

Papyrus (Undertale): He appreciates the classics when it comes to lingerie! Teddies and babydolls, with sheer, mesh-type fabrics because he likes getting to see the silhouette of his s/o’s body underneath. Can’t go wrong with bright colors or fun patterns, either, he loves that kinda thing!

Sky (Underswap Sans): Lace. Lacy anything, he’s not picky, he is just totally captivated by the peek of his s/o’s skin through delicate embroidery. Whatever shade his s/o’s skin is, he’ll favor the polar opposite in colors for their fancy underthings (dark colors if pale, light ones if dark, etc). He just really likes the contrast.

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): Yeah, you nailed him, he’s a stockings kinda guy– any outfit with nylons, thigh-highs, or fancy socks and his s/o has him hook, line, and sinker. He likes sheer fabrics, but he ain’t gonna say no to opaque either if his s/o pulled something sexy on just for him. He’s also really into garter belts, they slay him every time.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Something about robes just really entices him. Short, long, satin, sheer, it doesn’t matter, whatever his s/o is comfortable wearing. The appeal is probably in getting to tug open the tie and watch it fall off of them, easy as pie, like he’s opening the world’s sexiest present.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Strappy things, not for holding the garment up, just for decoration, criss-crossing all over his s/o’s body with the occasional metal ring or buckle. He likes the way it frames their figure, and the more harness-looking garments add an element of unspoken ownership that he finds very erotic. It doesn’t have to be leather or latex, but… well, he’s definitely a fan of the shinier things in life, so it’s a plus if it is! 

Mal (Swapfell Sans): He’s a tad old school, he likes corsets and bustiers. They don’t show as much skin as some of the skimpier lingerie out there, but he thinks it’s a classier look to leave something to the imagination… and it’s not as if he isn’t just going to peel his s/o out of it entirely in short order. Anything the color of his magic is particularly enticing for him, but he won’t turn his nasal ridge up at other shades.

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): Long and flowing things catch his eye-socket like nothing else, especially if it’s a shiny material like satin or silk. If it swooshes around his s/o when they turn or flutters a little in the breeze from an open window, they have 100% of his attention the moment he sees them. He’s not particularly fussed about color, but if it complements his s/o’s natural tones in some way, all the better.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Ruffles. Ruffles and frilly things are his weak spot, especially in pastel colors. If you’ve ever seen some lingerie that made you think, “Oh, cute!” before, “Ooh, sexy!” then he probably adores it. He also has a fondness for novelty or funny underwear, so if his s/o ever wanted to try on that lingerie set with the cat-shaped boob-window, that would be incredible…and it would probably get a laugh and a heart-eye out of him.

Papy (Horrortale): For him, there’s no outfit in the world that could possibly be any sexier than his s/o’s bare-naked self. It may seem a little boring, but he’s actually just very excited– emotionally and sensually– that they’re willing to be so open and exposed with him in an intimate moment, and it should go without saying that he considers getting to see their body a special treat all by itself. It’s a two-in-one!

…but really!

If his s/o is willing to put on something special in the bedroom for him, just to try and make him happy, every single one of the guys would love that more than any particular garment their s/o picked out. ;3

[itsladykit]

💞 Would they ever enter/have they ever entered into a polyamorous relationship? For Edge and Rus ^_^ Also 💍 for any of the Paps (if it fits them).

Yes!! Both Rus and Edge are open to a polyamorous relationship.

Rus would be open to any kind of polyamorous relationship…but I don’t think he’d do well in an open relationship (where is partner is free to have sex with other people) or what I’m going to call a polyamorous chain (where there’s maybe a central couple and each member of the couple maybe has a relationship or multiple relationships with people outside the central relationship, but there’s no or very little crossover between relationships). Basically, I think Rus would primarily do well in a polyamorous blob—everyone has a relationship with everyone else and everyone likes each other. It wouldn’t necessarily have to be a romantic relationship either; for example, if Rus and Edge were a couple, and Edge was also dating Cash, that would be fine as long as Rus was also friends with Cash. Rus just doesn’t do well when he’s excluded or if he starts to feel inadequate.

Edge is also okay in a polyship…but he’s almost the opposite. Rus wants to be central to the ship. Edge would rather be on the side. It means someone in addition to himself is looking after and caring for his partner. He can handle that. He might have more trouble trying to balance his time if he’s trying to please two or more partners—basically, Edge doesn’t mind sharing, but he’s a bit wary of being shared. (Rus, meanwhile, can only share easily if he’s also being shared.) He’d do well in a polyamorous blob, though—he can spend time with everyone all at once.

Would they ever get married?


My first instinct is to say yes. Papyrus would definitely be happy to get married. Slim too. There’s an element of ownership and belonging that they’d both find appealing. Rus wants to get married for similar reasons—it would make him feel like he truly belonged with that person. Edge would find the matter practical enough that he wouldn’t have any particular objection to it—he’s fine either way.

Lotus, however, has absolutely no interest in marrying. He doesn’t want to be tied down, and he likes being independent. Sometimes he might play with the idea a little wistfully? But by and large, he prefers being alone.

Twist wants to…but he also doesn’t really want to tie anyone to himself while his LV makes him so unstable. He’s more likely to try to get his crush to hook up with someone else so he can be the third wheel in an unbalanced poly. The right person could probably convince him, though.

Cash…is indifferent. It means nothing to him but…I think he’d be swayed by the right person. He always wants to please his partner(s), so if it was important to them, he’d find it in himself to care about it too. (And he’d definitely be the bridezilla. Holy fuck. This is supposed to be the most magical day in his lover’s life, and he’s gonna give it to them even if he has to strangle a caterer to do it.)

Link: https://itsladykit.tumblr.com/post/184355471084/love-sexuality-relationship-headcanons

[sin-cognito]

Congrats :D that was an amazing idea and I want to thank you for this. I hope you won't overwork yourself with all of these request :3 so here goes mine: could you do 31 and 71 from B and with fellcest? that would be great :)

….I don’t know what happened. It’s sad.

Fellcest, mostly SFW, with mini NSFW at the end.

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The barrier set around the Underground by the humans after the war was a mystery. It was made of magic, but not a type monsters were used to, even though they were creatures that were made of magic. It was almost like a living creature, breathing and expressing emotions. There was a hushed rumor that Asgore could even communicate with it.

But no matter how thoroughly it was studied by Alphys’ scientists team, no one could have predicted what happened two months ago. The barrier suddenly began to shrink and ‘absorb’ monsters that came in contact with him, killing them on the spot.

The King and the castle’s inhabitants were the first to go. With their ruler gone, a general frenzy spread throughout New Home. Monsters in other areas had trouble believing it at first, especially farther places like Snowdin, were Sans and Papyrus lived. But the brothers had had no choice but to accept the truth when Papyrus was called by Undyne to investigate the barrier, with the rest of the royal guard. And when the fish monster touched the barrier and turned to dust in front of Papyrus’ eyesockets, he knew deep down that monsterkind was doomed. All he could do was flee, run away to his home, abandonning the other guards like a coward. It was the first time in his life he had truly been scared. Upon entering his home, he realised how he had just watched his best friend die in front of him and broke down.

Sans got home not too long after and tried as best as he could to console him. But what Papyrus did then was completely unexpected.

He kissed Sans.

Told him how much he loved him.

And how he didn’t care about hiding his feelings now that they were about to die.

In the confusion, they had rushed upstairs and spent the whole night having sex. It was dirty, messy and sad. But it was everything that Sans had ever wanted. He had realised so long ago that he was in love with Papyrus, and his confession felt like a dream come true. And if he didn’t make the most out of it now, then he’d maybe never get the chance again. At dawn, when they were both finally tired, Sans whispered his love back to Papyrus.

The barrier was shrinking with no predictable pattern, making it difficult to know when the end would really come. Despite this, or precisely because of this, Sans and Papyrus decided to throw everything out the window that wasn’t about them and their newly confessed love. They spent every second of every remaining day together. For the first time in their lives, they didn’t quarrel with each other, replacing mean words from before by sweet and soft words of love. It took them all their lives, but they were finally happy.

Two weeks passed like this, the barrier continuing to shrink and swallow the lives of the poor monsters who came in contact with it. Or the ones that purposefully went to touch it.

One day, the barrier arrived in Snowdin.

It was Sans’ birthday.

Sans and Papyrus decided to spend the best day of their lives. They woke up late and Papyrus prepared the absolute best breakfast. They ate on Sans’ old bed, and even Papyrus didn’t care one bit if they spilled stuff on it. Then they decided to go for a last walk in the forest. They walked past Papyrus’ old traps and puzzles, resolving some of them, their laughter echoing in the empty Underground. They went all the way to the huge doors leading to the ruins. It had been destroyed open when monsters had looked for a way to escape the barrier. The skeleton brothers weren’t idiots and knew there wouldn’t be any more chances of surviving in the ruins than in the rest of the Underground, so they hadn’t fled like everyone else. They had decided to stay in Snowdin and enjoy the empty town. They had been the only inhabitants for a week now.

The doorstep was covered in dust. They stopped before entering, the sight of monster dust wasn’t appealling and even if Papyrus loved exploring new places, right now it was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he did the thing he wanted to do the most: hug Sans. Kiss the top of his skull. Kiss his mouth. Say how much he loved him.

Sans pressed his body close to Papyrus’ broad chest, inhaling the scent of the monster he loved the most. He wrapped his arms around Papyrus’ neck, in a hint for him to pick Sans up, which Papyrus did. They stood here for awhile, not talking or moving, just basking in each other’s presence, until Sans softly spoke up.

“thanks for today paps. t'was the best birthday ever. i love you.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO BROTHER,” Papyrus said, nuzzling his head in Sans’ crook of the neck, drawing a light chuckle from him.

“i wish we could’ve gone to waterfall. i wanted to show you the stars one last time,” Sans whispered almost inaudibly.

Papyrus didn’t reply.

The two then headed back to town, Sans still in Papyrus’ arms. It was a bit past noon. When they arrived in front of the wooden bridge that led to town, they saw the barrier had advanced all the way to Grillby’s. Their house was gone.

They were silent, neither knowing what to say. Sans slowly slided off of Papyrus’ arms. When he was on the ground, he took his hand and squeezed it.

“ooh man! i wished i had taken that fucking bottle of mustard! i had it saved for years!” He complained light-heartedly, making Papyrus laugh. “hey! that’s not funny!” He said, half grinning, half pouting. “good thing i at least thought of taking this with me.”

Sans rummaged in his pocket and took out an old photograph of him and Papyrus. There were both babies, Sans was smiling proudly as he was carrying Papyrus in his arms. It was Sans’ favorite picture of them. And the only one now.

Papyrus smiled and bent down to kiss Sans. He smiled and proudly took out the mustard bottle from his inventory. It would be their last meal, of course he would think about bringing Sans’ favorite food!

Then they turned around and went back a bit, until they arrived at a cross road. They turned left and went to sit in the snow, close to the edge of the cliff but not as close as for it to be dangerous. They looked at the picture some more and shared silly stories from when they were little as Sans was savoring his mustard.

They were interrupted by the barrier rumbling loudly. Another dead monster. It flashed and made that horrible sound whenever it took the life of a monster.

Papyrus’ arm tightened around Sans’ waist. The smaller skeleton turned his head toward Papyrus and whispered.

“pap. let’s make love. one last time.”

Papyrus smiled bitterly but nodded anyway. He bent down and kissed Sans, pushing him so he lay in the snow. His hands roamed freely over Sans’ body, losing no time in undressing him.

Soon, Papyrus had prepped Sans, fingering him with two fingers. Sans moaned loudly, chanting Papyrus’ name to whoever might hear them. They couldn’t keep their mouths apart from each other more than two seconds, and every moment they weren’t kissing was dedicated to murmuring each other’s name. Papyrus noted distantly that Sans participated more than usually, pressing his little hands on his chest, fumbling with his ribs. He was trying to find his most pleasureable spots, and when he pulled at his floating ribs, Papyrus couldn’t contain a deep growl.

The heat of Papyrus’ dick inside Sans was a stark contrast to the snow under his back. His body rocked back and forth with Papyrus’ energetic thrusts. He loved it. He loved every second of it and didn’t want it to stop, ever. Even after he came one, they didn’t stop and kept going. They both wanted to make love to each other forever.

And they would’ve, but even Papyrus had to get tired after so many orgasms. They lay together in the snow, Papyrus with his arms around Sans. Not to keep him warm, just to keep him close. To feel him.

A white light drew their attention to their left. The barrier was here. Only meters away from them. It was advancing slowly. By now, it had passed the path to the bridge that led to the ruins. Sans and Papyrus were trapped. They couldn’t go anywhere, and Sans was too exhausted to even try to shortcut them.

But maybe.

Maybe it was for the best. Sans had always joked that dying while having sex was the best way to go, right?

As the barrier drew closer, the ground began to shake, a deaf rumbling echoing in the chill air. This was it. Papyrus felt his SOUL beat faster.

“pap.”

Sans’ voice was smaller than ever, and Papyrus almost thought it was his imagination, if it weren’t for the fact that Sans turned his head to face him. Sans lifted his head and his trembling red eyelights focused on Papyrus.

“i’m scared.”

Papyrus felt his eyesockets well up with tears. The best he could do was hug Sans so hard he practically heard his bones crack. He turned Sans around in his embrace so that the small skeleton had his back to the approaching barrier.

“I’M SCARED TOO SANS.”

The barrier drew closer. Its light was blinding. Was the sun as bright as this? Papyrus wondered. He’d never know.

Sans’ hands clutched at Papyrus’s back.

“I Love You.”

They became dust at the same moment.

[redrosessoulcabin]

I recently made a new Oc that nobody knows about, but I wanna answer questions so Imma do it. Here we go:

1. Female

2. She’s a Pansexual Demiromantic

3. Her name is Serifa Dauphin. Since she is Sans (Untertale) daughter, she was given names that are fonds and in a way: A pun

4. The pregnancy of Sanses human spouse was hard for her, since Serifa was half human half skeletal monster, so after that, they didn’t have any more children and Serifa staid an only child

5. Serifa very much loves and respects her parents and trusts them. She also gets along very well with Sanses side of the family. Her mothers side of the family has some monster haters though, and it hasn’t always been easy for her mother, nor for herself

6. When she was younger, she would’ve given everything to be human, but over the course of time she came to appreciate her uniqueness and also came to love and develope the magic abilities she had inherited from her father. Nowadays she would give everything to just end injustices in the world

7. It wasn’t until University that she had romantic as well as sexual encounters really. She was teased and bullied in school for her kind of alien like appearance and struggled to even find friends, so romance wasn’t really on her mind then. In University however, people just seemed to be more open minded for whatever reason, and she even started to be appealing to a lot of humans and monsters alike. Women AND men alike. And she started to love the attention from both sides and started sleeping around a lot. The first time, she was shy, but she was guided very well (wink). The next times however she became bold and confident. She discovered she loved to dominate men and be dominated by women. She also didn’t care as what any of them identified as, if they were trans, nonbinary etc. as long as she vibes with them and they were respectful, she loved being invited and to invite. After a while however, she came across a non-binary plantmonster called Devon. Devon and her met in a new Seminar that had come up and set next to each other. Devon was hesitant at first; they didn’t like that she apparently was so easy. But that quickly faded with Serifas friendly nature and it became very apparent to Devon, that she very well knew what she was doing and that they should never judge so quickly. Devon and Serifa became friends quickly, but Devon also fell in love pretty quickly as well. That’s the first time Serifa noticed, that she herself had never had any romantic feelings and had a hard time developing them, no matter how much she wanted to. She found Devon to be very attractive, but she just couldn’t give herself in. There is much more to tell here tbh, but for now I’ll cut it short: She eventually also fell for Devon after about two years and also discovered the term “Demiromantic”, which she now uses to describe her romantic experience. (She found it ironic as well, since for her mother was not a Demiromantic, but a Demisexual/Gray Ace)

8. She believes she will turn to dust, like monster do, and she wants her ceremony to be like in monster society as well (if you aren’t familiar with Untertale, you can look it up)

9. Her favorite color is dark blue and her favorite animal is cats

10. She is amazing at magic and loves to use it to grow beautiful flowers and do garden work

11. She never wanted to make a big mark. The only thing she wished for was to make people happy

12. She 21 years old in the ask I’m doing right now. Her birthday will be in the future. I don’t know a certain year, but I’ll just say she’s a summer child and will be born on a 14th of August

13. Be in the garden, go shopping (she likes to be incredibly fashionable and feminine. Also alluring), work on her magic abilities, making friends, having sex (sorry to say it so blatantly, but it’s the truth) and spending time with her parents and Sanses family

14. Ironically, she loves Spaghetti, just like her uncle Papyrus

15. To love and respect herself, be kind to others and only defend herself with violence if absolutely necessary, cherish her uniqueness and work on what she is passionate about

16. No

17. In a little village, an hour away from the nearest city

18. She speaks English and Japanese. She learned Japanese when her mom stated learning Japanese. Her mom had always wanted to learn it and Serifa decided to join

19. She is at University, studying to become a teacher in magic abilities for different kinds of monsters. She also has been modeling since she was 16 years old. It was a coincidence that when she was in the city with a bunch of friends for shopping once, that she met a man, who was looking for girls with unique features for a catalog who wanted to represent different kind of models. He asked her and she said she’d talk with her parents about it. Her parents agreed under the condition, that she’d never agree on doing things she was uncomfortable with and well: Off she was and had a pretty successful model career. She however didn’t want to be a full time model and only do jobs that she knew she’d enjoy and decided to become a magic teacher as well

20. No

21. That she is bubbly and can be quirky at times. She also isn’t very shy or anxious.

22. That she can become self absorbed at times

23. Yes. If she can, she wants to be around people as much as possible. She however has also learned to appreciate alone time, when she is in the garden and it has lowered her lonelinessfactor by a bunch

24. I’ll go off and do the test from her perspective and we’ll see soon...

Ok so: She’s an Entp-a ! Interesting

25. According to her personality type, which I also agree with, is that she can be insensitive and intolerant. That makes her sound a little unlikable, but remember: Those aren’t her main personality traits: Those are just flaws she has to work on (and she’s really trying!)

26. Yes

27. (Again according to the personality type:) I picked the one the two that are truest, and its that she is charismatic and original (also as an honorable mention: A good brainstormer! Which is why she can be spontaneous whilst still being intelligent about it)

28. Yes. She used not to, but now she does

29. A bit self centered, but still smart and caring

30. Fight

31. She does it mostly for people who are very close to her

32. It used to be pretty low in primary and middle school, but it got better when she found friends in high school, even better when she was hired as a model and went through the roof in University

I’ll end it here for now

93 fun OC asks because why not

Basics:

1. What is their gender? 

2. What is their sexuality?

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger?  Which sibling are they the closest with? 

5. What’s their relationship with their parents like? What about other relatives?

6. What would they give their life for?

7. Are they in a romantic relationship? With who? How did they meet?

8. What do they believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?

9. What is their favorite color? Favorite animal?

10. What are some of their talents/skills? 

11. If they could make a mark on history, what would they like it to be? 

12. How old are they? When is their birthday?

13. What do they do for fun?

14. What is their favorite food? How often do they get to eat it?

15. What was something their parents taught them?

16. Are they religious?

17. Where were they born? 

18. What languages can they speak? Where did they learn these languages? 

19. What is their occupation?

20. Do they have any titles? How did they earn them? 

Personality:

21. What is their favorite thing about their personality?

22. What is their least favorite thing about their personality?

23. Do they get lonely easily?

24. Do you know their MBTI type?

25. What is their biggest flaw?

26. Are they aware of their flaws?

27. What is their biggest strength? 

28. Are they aware of their strengths?

29. How would they describe their own personality?

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?

31. Does this character ever put somebody else’s needs before their own? Who do they do this for? How often do they do this?

32. What is their self esteem like?

33. What is their biggest fear? How would they react to having to face it?

34. How easily do they trust others with their secrets? With their lives? 

35. What is the easiest way to annoy them?

36. What is their sense of humor like? Give an example of a joke they would find humorous.

37. How easy is it for them to say “I love you”? Do they say it without meaning it?

38. What do others admire most about their personality?

39. What does their happily ever after look like?

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?

Physical Profile:

41. What does their laugh sound like? Do they snort when they laugh? How often do they laugh? 

42. What is their favorite thing about their physical appearance?

43. What is their least favorite thing about their physical appearance?

44. Do they have any scars? If so, what are the stories behind those scars?

45. How would they describe their own appearance?

46. How easily can they express emotions? How easily can they hide emotions?

47.  What’s their pain tolerance like?

48. Do they have any tattoos? What are the stories behind those tattoos?

49. Do they have any piercings?

50. How would you describe their style of clothing? How would they describe their style of clothing?

51. What is their height? Weight?

52. What is their body type? Are they muscular, chubby, skinny, etc?

53. What is their hair color? Eye color? Skin tone?

54. What is their current hairstyle? What have been some of their past hairstyles? Which was their favorite hairstyle?

55. What is their alcohol tolerance like? What kind of drunk are they? How bad are their hangovers?

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)

57. How do they feel about sex? Are they a virgin?

58. What is their most noticeable physical attribute?

59. What does their resting face look like? Do they have RBF?

60. Describe the way they sleep. 

Environment: 

61. Which season is their favorite season?

62. Have they ever been betrayed? How did it affect their ability to trust others?

63. What is always guaranteed to make them smile?

64. Do they get cold easily? Do they get overheated easily?

65. What’s their immune system like? Do they get sick often? How do they react to getting sick?

66. Where do they live? Do they like it there?

67. Is their bedroom messy? What about their bathroom? Kitchen? Living room?

68. How did their environment growing up affect their personality?

69. How did the people in their environment growing up affect their personality?

70. How do they feel about animals? Do they have any pets?

71. How are they with children? Do they have any? Do they want any?

72.  Would they rather have stability or comfort?

73. Do they prefer the indoors or outdoors?

74. What weather is their favorite? Do they like storms? 

75. If given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

76. How organized are they?

77. What is their most prized possession?

78. Who do they consider to be their best friend? 

79. What is their economic situation?

80. Are they a morning person or a night owl?

Miscellaneous:

81. Are they bothered by the sight of blood?

82. What is their handwriting like?

83. Can they swim? How well? Do they like to swim?

84. Which deadly sin do they represent best?

85. Do they believe in ghosts?

86. How do they celebrate holidays? How do they celebrate birthdays?

87. What is something they regret?

88. Do they have an accent?

89. What is their D&D alignment?

90. Are they right or left handed?

91. If they were a tweet, what tweet would they be?

92. Describe them as a John Mulaney gif.

93. What’s the most iconic line of dialogue they’ve ever said?

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Here Comes the Brides

Summary:  At Alphys and Undyne's wedding, Edge is more comfortable keeping watch than dancing. He's less content with what he sees.

Notes: Part of the ‘by any other name’ series

Also on AO3

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If pressed, Edge would have admitted that it had been a beautiful ceremony. Both brides were lovely and while Edge didn’t find the general female form appealing, he could appreciate their choice of dress. Alphys was in a flowing white dress, her veil floating around her shy, smiling face in a swirl of tulle. Undyne had chosen a tuxedo, managing to look equally elegant and dangerous; Edge had no doubt that there were weapons concealed beneath the gorgeous cut of those trousers and he more than approved. Undyne, at least, understood the importance of being prepared.

From their table, Edge had a clear view of the entire reception. Undyne had done that deliberately, she’d informed him of as much the week before with her typical bluntness. There would be security, they would be prepared, but if the worst happened, he was the one she trusted to help her keep the ones they loved safe.

She trusted him.

(His Undyne had trusted him as well, as much as anyone in Underfell could trust and it wasn’t a betrayal that he couldn’t go back home. It wasn’t.)

(the betrayal was that he didn’t want to)

They were in New New Home, they should be safe but he’d made the mistake of believing that before.

The buffet was finished, though Monsters still went up occasionally to poke at the remnants, and most of the guests had been dancing for the past hour. Edge was fairly certain that Stretch had danced with everyone available except for Asgore, Red, and Edge himself, and Red might have been willing if it hadn’t been for the incident with the two of them and Edge’s car last month. Since he’d told his brother that another stunt like that would result in Edge pulling his spine out through his jaw, he had been somewhat unwilling to drag Stretch out on any other jaunts.

Speaking of Asgore, the King was making his way to Edge’s table in the slow, dignified way he had, the manner of a Monster that was often too-large for the world he inhabited.

He stood next to Edge for a moment, watching the dancers cavorting and laughing, before saying, “The ceremony was lovely.”

“It was,” Edge agreed. “You did a beautiful job on the flowers.”

Asgore only nodded, a little pink with obvious pleasure. “I’ll have designs for your wedding next week. Look them over and let me know what you prefer.”

“Of course.”

“Yes, it was a beautiful ceremony,” Asgore kept his gaze on the dancers where one of the brides was twirling with Frisk. The other was close by, chatting with the Dogi. “I’d spoken to Undyne about allowing it to be broadcast over to the Humans, perhaps a live feed on Youtube, but she believed it would be too much for Alphys. I suspect she was correct, Alphys struggles with too much attention.”

Whereas Stretch basked in it, Edge thought sourly. “If you're about to ask what I think you are, you can save your breath.”

“I wasn't,” Asgore said mildly, “However, I would point out that allowing Humans to observing our traditions would humanize us to them.”

“Be that as it may, I will not allow my vows with my lover to be a tool in this fight,” Edge said, low and firm. “Not that. Besides, you've met Stretch, of all weddings, do you honestly believe that ours is the one you want to advertise?”

“You do have a point,” Asgore chuckled.

“If you want to livestream ceremonies, we can discuss it on Monday. The lighting of the Gyftmas tree in the main square would be a better choice, it matches Human traditions as well as a wedding.”

Asgore considered that, nodding slowly, “Some of the religious leaning parties will object.”

“I suspect advertising same-sex marriages would have the same effect,” Edge said dryly. He was under no illusions about the Human world where that was concerned.

“True, true,” Asgore sighed. “This is why I have a PR team, to think of these things.”

Before Edge could agree with him, Stretch came bouncing over. He’d already lost his tie somewhere and a cuff link, his shirt half-unbuttoned. It was honestly appalling how being adorably mussed was such an attractive look on him.

He ignored Asgore, tugging instantly on Edge’s hand. “c’mon, come dance with me!”

“No, thank you,” Edge told him and noticed Asgore taking the moment to make a discreet exit. Coward.

All too quickly, Stretch gave up, a fair sign that he was exhausted and too stubborn to give in. He flopped into the chair next to Edge with a whine, picking at a half-empty plate of hors d’oeuvres, grumbling, “oh, come on! are you going to leave me standing around at our wedding?”

“I’m not planning on any dancing whatsoever at our wedding,” Edge said archly, “so that won’t be an issue.”

Instead of the expected sarcasm or loud protest, all that came was a quiet, “oh.”

With some surprise, Edge looked at Stretch to see him eye lights downcast, tracing his finger absently against the table. 

“Oh, honestly, of course we are going to have dancing,” Edge exclaimed, “I was kidding! And I will dance a pre-determined amount with you, so choose your songs wisely.”

“haha,” Stretch gave him a lopsided grin, “you’re hilarious. fine, sit here alone, me and my dance fever can handle this.”

With that, he was off again, and if there was less bounce in his steps…well. Edge noticed things and he knew. What he didn’t understand was Stretch’s reaction to his teasing; it wasn’t anything new, Edge was well accustomed to playing the straight man to the seemingly endless comedians who ruled his life. Stretch had never taken him seriously before so why now, why this?

It was the fact that they were at a wedding, it had to be. Edge knew he was anxious about their upcoming nuptials, that he understood. What he didn’t understand was why.

They’d been together for close to three years and living together for over one. Marriage should be a natural progression but for all that it was obviously what Stretch wanted, he was behaving strangely about it. Simple anxiety? Edge didn’t know and Stretch didn’t seem willing to discuss it. Whenever Edge brought it up, be it the invitations or the floral arrangements or the dinner, Stretch varied between utter boredom or even outright disdain into nervous joking and, occasionally, fleeing the room.

Anxiety, it had to be. Well, once the ceremony was through, he’d likely relax and be able to enjoy the party. It was just a firm indication that it would be best to keep things simple and that Edge had known to begin with.

That aside, either way his joke had stolen away some of Stretch’s joy tonight and while he hadn’t intended it, that didn’t make it less true. With a sigh, Edge got to his feet. The things he did for love.

First, he went to Undyne, silently and discreetly indicating to her that he would not be keeping watch for the moment. She accepted that easily, her eye gleaming and perhaps only Edge could see the shift in her demeanor as she became watchful. Next, he went to the DJ, who to Edge’s eyes seemed to be approximately twelve. He was reluctant about Edge’s request but a twenty-dollar bill smoothed the way easily enough.

The energetic song that had been thundering out faded and the soft strains of saxophone music rose. The dance floor cleared and Edge caught hold of Stretch before he could escape, pulling him into his arms. He stumbled briefly before he caught the rhythm, allowing Edge to guide him into a slow waltz.  

“kenny g?” Stretch shook his head, but he was smiling, “are you serious?”

“You listen to your music and I’ll listen to mine.”

“yeah, well, edgelord, you need less leather in your closet and more button up sweaters to listen to this.”

His voice rose into a startled laugh as Edge twirled him unexpectedly, and Stretch moved with easy grace back into his arms. He didn’t know why anyone would be surprised that Stretch was an excellent dancer. Dancing had similar elements to fighting and for all his Sansy ways, at the end of the day, he was a Papyrus.

“The waltz was scandalous when it first came out,” Edge informed him, pulling him in a fraction closer.

Stretch offered him a lopsided smile, “great, but no one thinks of the wild, rebellious ways of mozart when they dance it.”

“They should. The man wrote a composition that essentially translates into ‘kiss my ass’.”

That earned him another startled laugh, a softer one, and Stretch settled his head on Edge’s shoulder and simply let him lead them across the floor.

A glance around confirmed that they were alone on the dance floor and Edge caught sight of Alphys watching them from the sidelines with starry-eyed pleasure. Edge resisted the urge to scowl at her; Red had taken entirely too much delight in showing him the secret manga she’d published online about Reg and Rus, going into entirely too much detail about their personal lives, and he had not been amused. But it was her wedding day and he wasn’t about to spoil it by giving her an anxiety attack.

Jeff was standing with Antwan, also goopily starry-eyed and Edge did glare at him. To no effect, apparently Jeff was finally getting over his reticence about Edge.

Pity.

It seemed better to close his sockets and simply enjoy the feel of Stretch in his arms, his warmth, and the faint spiciness of his cologne coupled with the sweetness of his magic.

The music ended with a last flourish and Edge came to a stop, ignoring the applause around them as he took Stretch’s face in his hands and held him still for a soft kiss. Sooner than he would have expected, Stretch drew away, again giving him that faint, lopsided smile.

“hey, i’m going to head outside for a smoke.”

Edge frowned, “All right.”

He watched Stretch make his way to the doors, already searching through the inside pocket of his jacket for his cigarettes. Edge was a little confused but sat back down and took back over his watch, waiting for him. And waiting. 

Stretch didn’t return for a long time.

 -finis-

[krystalia-productions]

Suave’s Bio

AU: Candy Factory Dicetale AU

Name: Sans Zariaki (Sans Hudson) Nickname(s): Dice (mostly just in his AU), Suave Sex: Male Age: 30 Species: Skeleton monster Sexuality: Pansexual Height: 5'3 Weight: 140 lbs Birthday: December 23rd Relationship Status: Single Likes: being stylish, having the finer clothes and all. Being mostly away from others. His more darker and or secretive jobs that he does. Being able to pretty much do what he wants. Being better than his family. Peppermint candy. Making magical potions as a secretive second job. Also likes seeing blood spill, and sometimes even splatter. He also likes sword fighting, and even has a training room for such. Enjoys making smaller sweets and basic cooking. Also reading and watching anime. Favorite color is blue. Really likes various kinds of tea. Dislikes: His biological parents. Being frustrated and or tired. Being rich and kinda well-known. Also being rejected as a person. Being out in public and being recognized. Not knowing much about his brother. When he fails to create a potion or even when it blows up in his face. When he's forgetful. Any scars he has. Personality: Suave is insane and surprisingly hard-working when it comes to his job, which he doesn’t like all that much. He is also a bit of a flirt if you are around him and you are appealing to him, personality or style wise. He doesn't expect flirtation back (as he isn't around others often) but when it does happen, he easily becomes a bit shy as well as his face becoming rather flushed. He also certainly doesn’t expect any advances either.

Not only does Suave make candy for a living, but he makes all kinds of magical potions as a more secretive job. This is one of the favorite parts of his day to him, as he enjoys creating such things. He hand bottles each of them, and makes each of the bottles their own labels.

He also like swords and knives, and even is extremely skilled with such weapons. He loves to practice with the sharp items, and even uses them on training dummies to get out frustration or anger that he does not want. Also, he can definitely throw knives with hella good aim.

He also of course enjoys some games such as Chess, Checkers, and other classic board games (especially monopoly, of course).

Other things are that he does know ASL (american sign language), he still has the white and black jacket and blue converse his mother and father gave him, he has self-harmed before and still has light scars, but does not currently self-harm anymore, plays the saxophone and the violin, and doesn't use his magic too often (except if an intruder gets violent, but he likes threatening with his sword even more).

Background: (Note: all is already on the surface. If you have not noticed already, this AU is very different) Suave was a pretty happy child, and he always tried to help his parents with anything they needed. His family was pretty poor, so he never really asked for anything, so he just played whatever board games they had and learned whatever he could. His parents didn't care much for him, but taught him stuff he should know (cooking, cleaning, etc), but taught him not to speak much, and mostly sign. When his brother came along, Suave was overjoyed. He couldn't wait to spend more time with his new baby brother. Unfortunately, their parents thought otherwise, and decided they didn’t want kids plaguing their lives and taking up extra money. Both Suave and Nikolai (Papyrus) were put up for adoption, and were eventually separated from each other. It's unknown where Nikolai ended up going. Suave on the other hand, was adopted by an older man, an owner of a small candy shop, by the name of Jeremiah Hudson. Suave was depressed for the first two months of being adopted by Jeremiah, but soon after they started growing closer little by little. Jeremiah happily taught Suave how to make different kinds of candies and chocolate, which is where Suave found his love for peppermint candy. Not only this, but he also taught Suave some sword fighting skills and how to throw knives for sport. Through the years, Suave enjoyed being in the home and company of Jeremiah, and even started calling him his father. The candy shop had gained more popularity as well, which wasn't a bad thing until the shop was robbed by armed men and monsters, and both Suave and Jeremiah were injured severely. Although, Suave did drive them out with threats and some fighting back with magic and even some knives. Suave was able to survive and recover, but ended up with some scars (the scars on his face and a few on his ribcage). Jeremiah did not survive and ended up dying a week later of the crime. Suave did not take the news well, as he went into depression and basically become emotionless. By this time, Suave was 25 years old, and could live without Jeremiah, but the loss was too much for him. When he was released from the hospital and made it home, he snapped (or went insane I should say).

Suave gained ownership of the candy shop, as Jeremiah had no other family, and had put Suave in his will to take it after he was adopted. He kept the shop running the way Jeremiah had it, but eventually started making much bigger plans. Better recipes for the candy and chocolates, and ways to get it to places he couldn't. His insanity took over and he went for something bigger than ever. This lead to the big factory being built, and while it was, he gained more knowledge about swords and knives, potion making, and preservation of body organs or parts.. When the factory was finished, he isolated himself in the place, with some secret workers to help him out there. He found the finer side of life, and got himself into new styles he never knew of, and eventually became the skeleton he is today. Since he doesn't go out much, he doesn't really have any friends. (besides those who might be from other AUs.) He still creates all the candies and chocolates that his adoptive father made, along with some added flavors. His seperate job inside the factory consists of selling potions (he's still learning tbh) and diving into bodies for organs and even cutting off certain limbs. Normally he grabs intruders in his factory unless he's not really feeling like it. He uses these things for some potion recipes.

.:Relationships:. (Canon in AU) Nikolai (Papyrus) Zariaki (Candy Factory AU!Dicetale!Papyrus)- Suave barely got to know him since they were separated from each other so early after Nikolai’s birth. Suave hasn't seen him since and has always worried for him, but with him not knowing where he is, and not having much time to look, there isn't much he can do.

Alyssandra and Gaster Zariaki (biological parents)- Suave doesn't particularly like either of his parents after putting both him and his brother up for adoption without a single thought or care. He hasn't seen them since then, and hasn't cared about them since then as well.

Jeremiah Hudson (adoptive human father)- Suave had a great relationship with him, and even called him his father after a while of living with him. Jeremiah taught him all kinds of new things, but lead him on the road to his candy factory in the end. Suave lost him when he was 25 years old and snapped after being released from the hospital. He's been messed up since Jeremiah’s death.

(Canon with other AUs)

Dice(Classic Dicetale! Sans) - they don't meet up much. It's rare that they even really talk to each other. Dice just likes to check up on him, knowing that Suave (on the inside) has a lot going on in his head. Sometimes they switch clothes so that Suave can get away from the factory for little bit. Dice doesn't mind the stylish clothing or attitude he has, Suave is just trying to cope after all.

Rice(Evil AU! Dice) - the two don't really get along, despite them both being killers. Suave doesn't agree with killing innocents, or those whom you don't know if they have done anything horrible or not. Rice does drink a lot and vent about his problems to Suave, knowing Suave doesn't really listen or really care, nor does he go out much. So it's unlikely anyone would hear about Rice’s whining. Rice is that one customer that buys most of Suave’s smoke bomb potions though!

Thrice(Happy Ending AU! Dice) - These two get along pretty well, even if Thrice doesn't approve of him killing those who come into his factory without permission. They have some pretty delightful conversations and Thrice sometimes helps with making new recipes for candies, which makes Suave a little more delighted about the candy part of his job.

World Domination AU! Dice - they don't talk too much, as this Dice is normally quiet most of the time. Sometimes he creeps Suave out when he stares intently. Either way, Suave lets him try safe recipes when needed and this Dice finds delight in the wonderful tastes of the candy Suave makes.

((yeah, i made him a bio. a while ago actually. i just recently updated the last part, but i still might update some later. if you would like for one of your certain character to have some form of relationship with him, always feel free to ask. i dont mind. with any of my characters as a matter of fact. but anyway, enjoy this boi’s bio))

[tyranttortoise]

SF!Paps x Reader Fluff

Raffle Winner One-shot For @artsietango SFW SF!Paps x Reader smooch/ confession

Papyrus came in every day, like clockwork, and ordered a shot of whiskey and a bottle of barbecue sauce.  

You’d been working at Muffet’s for several months now, and despite the fact that it was monster-run (and that the job had taken you a considerable amount of courage to accept with your arachnophobia), your presence as a human had helped draw a more diverse crowd.  Muffet mixed the drinks with a deft, practiced speed that only someone with three sets of arms could possess, while you carried a platter of drinks from table to table, and numerous little spiders took pastries and burgers to customers from a network of webs in the top of the tavern.  

And every day since you started, Papyrus would walk in and sit at the same seat in the same booth and order the same thing.  

You slide the barbecue sauce to him as you pass his table and wink.  Papyrus usually chuckles and calls you saucy, but this time, he doesn’t even acknowledge you.  He’s got his hood pulled up, and he’s looking down at the table, his usual laid-back grin pulled into a grim line.  The expression startles you enough that you falter in your steps and cause the tray to unbalance, a few drinks sliding along the edge of your platter.  Hurriedly, you correct yourself before they spill and keep going, but you’re distracted as you distribute your orders.

What was wrong with him?

By the time you make it back around to his table, he’s already got two empty shot glasses in front of him, and three spiders are bringing a third glass down the web.  "Hey, Rus.  You didn’t even say hi to me,“ you state lightly, trying to rib him into a response.

His phalanges close around the shot glass, and he shrugs lightly.  His posture’s slouched, with his elbows on the table.  "hey.  sorry,” he mutters, holding up the whiskey to stare unseeingly at it.  

“You’re really pounding them back,” you observe, trying to tread lightly.  Usually, your friend is full of jokes and flirtatious remarks.  You’ve never seen him in a mood this sullen.

He hums, though the sound is nearly lost in the music playing from the jukebox.  "jus’ needed somethin’ to whiskey me away for a bit,“ he murmurs, before taking the shot.  He chases it with a swig of barbecue sauce, straight from the bottle.  You’ve never understood the appeal, and it doesn’t seem to be a monster thing.  But it’s definitely a Rus thing.

"Wanna talk about it?”

He finally turns his head to look at you, his orange eyelights shifting along your body, up to your face.  When his gaze locks with yours, you see resignation flash through his expression, before it hardens.  "actually, yeah, i–“

"Hey!  You!  Can I get my drinks here or what?”

You turn to face a group of humans sitting at the booth across from Papyrus’s.  They look like a rowdy crew to you, but you know you have to keep your smile on your face when you address them if you want to keep them placated.  "I’ll be with you in just a moment,“ you insist in your Professional Voice, which only makes another one of the men sigh.

"We’ve been waiting forever, but those creepy spiders aren’t coming!”

Ugh.  You turn toward Papyrus, but he’s already shaking his head and taking another gulp of his barbecue sauce.  "work’s callin’ you,“ he states the obvious.

He’s right.  If it wasn’t a Friday night, you’d have a better chance of being able to sit and talk to him.  "I’ll be right back,” you promise with a sigh, before turning and going to collect the human group’s order from the bar.  

When you reach the humans, you place your platter on the edge of their table to balance it.  "Okay, so who ordered what?“

One of the men grins.  "Why don'tcha guess?”

You really don’t have time for this.  "I really don’t know.  Did you have the bourbon and coke?“

The group laughs; apparently, you got it wrong.  

One of the man’s buddies leans in.  "What kind of drink do you like, babe?”  His eyes flick up and down your body.  "Sex on the beach?“

Ugh.  Keep your smile on your face; you’re representing the entire establishment when you serve someone.  Muffet taught you that–and if the customers decided to leave, your pay would end up docked.  The spider monster happened to be fiercely competitive, likely because of the bakery that had opened up across the street.  Apparently, Muffet and Grillby had some sort of bad history Underground. 

You laugh without any feeling behind it and shake your head.  "So you must be the one that ordered the Screwdriver,” you state tightly, moving the drink in front of him.  The others laugh, and you take a moment to cut your gaze toward Papyrus’s booth.  He’s staring at you directly, another empty shot glass in front of him, his expression blank and unreadable.  It’s difficult to even see his eyelights within his sockets at this point.  

This is taking too long.

“And you must have the Magic Night,” you guess randomly, sliding one of the cocktails with magic liquor in front of another human.  It crackles and fizzles, swirling with purples and reds.  

“So what’re you doing after work?  I can show you a real magic night,” the human states with a smirk and a brow wag, while his buddies laugh and shout exaggerated ’Oooohhh!’s

Your smile tightens.  "I doubt that,“ you shoot back before you can stop yourself, which wipes the smirk right off his face and causes the others to shove him with more exaggerated shouts.  They’re obviously already drunk.  

"Ouch.  Well, I could at least buy you one,” the man offers, holding up his magic cocktail for emphasis.  

“I’m sorry, but I–”  you glance back toward Papyrus… only to spot him walking out of the bar.  Your heart sinks, and you start unloading the rest of the drinks randomly onto the table.  "I have to go.“

You rush toward the front doors, calling out to the bouncer (a hamster monster in a leather, studded jacket), "I’m taking my break!”

You burst through the doors and spot Papyrus leaning against the building, a lit dog treat between his teeth.  Purple smoke curls around his face, and your steps begin to slow as you approach.  "Rus, I thought you wanted to talk.“  Your voice is slightly shaky.

"ya seemed busy tonight,” he replies with a shrug, holding the dog treat between his index and middle phalanges.  “’sides, it’s nothin’ really.”

Your chest clenches; you hate seeing him like this, so unlike the grinning pun-master you’ve come to befriend… and have a huge crush on.  Tentatively, you reach out and place your hand on his arm, gripping the thick fabric of his jacket.  His eyelights shift down to your fingers, staring at them, and you begin to feel self-conscious.  Usually, he’s all about physical contact and casual touches.  

“It doesn’t look like nothing to me, Rus.”

He flicks ashes on the sidewalk.  Standing outside, this close, you could smell just how heavily the alcohol is clinging to him.  It’s obvious now that he had been drinking before he even came to Muffet’s.  “jus’ somethin’ m’lord said to me today that’s been on my mind.”

You relax slightly.  You’re getting somewhere now.  “What did Sans say?”

Papyrus shrugs the opposite shoulder.  “it’s busy in there.  you should be gettin’ back.”

“No,” you blurt, hard enough that his gaze immediately flies to your face.  You know that your expression has hardened, your grip on his jacket tightening with your resolve.  “They can wait.  I don’t care.”

There’s an instant where his gaze searches yours for something, but you’re not sure what he’s hoping to find.  Then, he rather abruptly snags your waist with his arm and twists around the corner of the building, reversing your positions so that your back’s against the brick and he’s got one arm above your head, supporting his weight as he looms over you.  The alley is dark enough that you can see his orange eyelights clearly glowing in their dark sockets, and you can smell a mixture of alcohol and smoky barbecue permeating from his breath.  

Instantly, your breath catches in your throat.  His arm is still around your waist, trapped between your back and the wall, and now both of your hands are fisted in the front of his jacket.  

“but you care about me?”  

The query catches you by surprise enough that you forgot the last sentence that you had said, instead wondering if he’d somehow picked up on your crush.  Your face flushes hot, but you hold his gaze, taking in the sight of his sardonic smirk.  It wasn’t his usual flirtatious one–no, this one looked off, almost cruel.  Was he mocking your feelings?

Or mocking the possibility?

“Of course I do, Rus,” you evenly reply, lifting your chin ever-so-slightly.  A challenge.  “If something’s bothering you, then it’s bothering me, too.”

That seems to catch him off-guard; the smirk fades around the edges, the sides of his teeth twitching.  “heh, you sure ya wanna know?”

“Papyrus.”  Your hand moves up to cup his cheekbone as you say his full name, and his eyelights seem to glow even brighter.  His face tilts into your palm.  “Just talk to me.  Please.”

“ok.”  He sucks in a breath.  His fingers have wiggled beneath the hem of your shirt to trace idle patterns across your skin.  It’s not the first time he’s done this during your flirtatious moments, but it feels so much more intimate in this moment.  “humans and monsters really don’t mix in the long run, ya’know?”  You blink, sucking in a breath to refute him, but Papyrus shakes your hand off his cheek and continues.  “’specially skeleton monsters.  we’re a buncha bones, like a zombie or some kinda halloween decoration.  so why would a human want to be with a spooky skeleton when they could have their pick of any normal human out there?”  He shrugs, his fingers pressing into your skin, feeling the spinous processes of your spine.  “it jus’ sucks.”

His gaze focuses on yours, and he leans in closer, his face only a few inches from yours.  

“‘specially since there’s a human i’m really attached to.  i could probably get ‘em to jump my bones if i tried hard enough, sure, but… they’re not that kinda person.  they deserve better than that.”

His smirk has completely faded, and you feel your heart bottom-out into your stomach.  You’re looking at him with wide eyes, slowly processing the implications.  Your hand’s even still hovering near his face.  He starts to shake his head slightly and pull back, but you grip onto the front of his jacket again and stop him from moving away.  

“Wait.”

He freezes, his hand at your back stilling.  You’ve never been the one to make the first move, but dammit, you can’t let this opportunity go to waste.  You tug sharply on the front of his jacket and lean away from the wall at the same time, pressing your lips to his teeth.  He’s completely caught off-guard and stumbles back a step (okay, maybe you put a little too much momentum into the kiss when you pushed away from the wall–whoops), but his arm immediately tightens around your waist, pulling you close against his chest.  You try to put all of your reassurances, all of your feelings for him, into that kiss.  

And then you pull away, your face burning and your lips numb from the tingle of his teeth.  He smirks suddenly, and it’s finally a smirk you recognize on his features–teasing and confident.  “hey, ya’know what they say ‘bout assumin’, dont’cha?”

Oh shit.

Your heart drops.  You begin to backpedal.  “Shit, shit, sorry, I–”

Papyrus starts to chuckle, backing you against the wall again.  His forehead touches yours.  “darlin’, you’re adorable when you’re flustered, ya know that?  ‘course i was talkin’ about you.”

You groan.  Your heart’s hammering in your chest.  “Ha, ha.  Why don’t you stop talking and put your money where your mouth is.”

“ah, so you’re jus’ tryin’ to get tips from your best customer.  i see what that kiss was about now.”

Your arm winds around his neck, and you kiss him straight on the smirk.  He holds onto you tighter, forcing your back to arch away from the wall, pulling your body flush with his.  The sweater he always wears is too thick for you to feel his bones, but your fingers play with the ridges of his neck, and you feel his teeth part your lips.  Something slips into your mouth, warm and crackling with electric magic, and you realize it’s his tongue.  It’s not the first time you’ve seen it, but you never knew it would feel that amazing.  Your body feels hot and tingly, and your heart is pounding so forcefully against your sternum that you’re certain he can feel it, too.  

You’re drunk off his kiss–or maybe just the lingering taste of whiskey in his mouth.  You suddenly remember just how drunk he is and pull back.  His mouth immediately moves to your neck, his orange tongue sliding down your skin, sending delightful tingles straight to your chest.  Your fingernails involuntarily scrape his vertebrae, and he groans.  

“Rus.  Rus, wait.  Were you drinking because Sans said something about me not wanting a monster?”

He pauses, his tongue receding so that only his teeth rested against the juncture of your shoulder and neck.  “eh–somethin’ like that.”  He shrugged, but didn’t move away from you.  “not like it isn’t the truth, i jus’…”  He trails off, obviously trying to censor himself despite his filter being partially down from the booze.  

“It’s not true.  What, you think I just want a quickie in the alley?”

“heh, ya mean this isn’t you just throwin’ me a bone?”  He lifts his head enough to smirk again.  

“Nope.  I like you, Rus.  I’d like to give the whole dating thing a try, if that’s something you’d want.”  

Good lord, you’ve never been this direct before–but after his admissions, you feel like it’s necessary to spell it out.  

“ok.  i’ll be your bonefriend,” he agrees, his smirk turning shit-eating.  You shake your head, laughing.  It always comes so easy when you’re around him.  

“Great.  Now that this is settled, wanna come back inside?  My break’s been over for a while now.”

“sure, i could go for another drink or two.”  He finally steps away, letting you step out of the alley on wobbly legs.  Just like that, everything between you both had changed.  It felt different, putting a label on the mutual feelings you shared, as if everyone could see the charge between both of you now.  

Your face is still blood-red when you re-enter Muffet’s, and you feel the eyes of the booth-ful of humans land on you again.  Papyrus instantly slips his arm around your shoulders, narrowing his gaze on them.  You remember the way he had looked through you while they flirted with you, the way he had obviously been thinking about what his brother said earlier, that you would end up with another human.  

And you turn and rock up on the balls of your feet to press a kiss to his cheekbone.  It actually lights up a soft orange, his eyesockets widening at the brazen display of affection.  

“I’m all yours,” you reassure him, before you step out of his possessive hold so that you can continue your shift.  

He chuckles, his usual lazy smirk more tender than usual.  

“darlin’, that’s my line.” 

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[kingofthewilderwest]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're still doing it, but could you rate Papyton or Asgoriel? If you're not, no biggie!

I always do memes so long as I get the prompts! Thanks for giving me an excuse to think and talk more Undertale! I’ve answered Asgoriel here.

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying / i will ship them in hell

I don’t think Papyrus and Mettaton are a good match. Honestly, I think that these two are a big mismatch. The fact that Papyrus regards Mettaton highly as a celebrity does not entail that the two would work together well in a romantic bond, and a few “shared” personality traits like ego and desire for popular attention won’t do the trick, either. Papyrus’ overly friendly nature and obsession with entering the Royal Guard would not work well with Mettaton’s sarcastic cockiness and sex appeal. They’re a bit of opposites and their personalities would not meld well together as a couple.

I’ve only seen a few instances - VERY few instances - where I feel like the writers could decently explain Papyton’s dynamics and how it might function as a ship. Generally, to me it is something that feels very unnatural.

[sazc89]

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[enchanted-flowers]

You know, an idea i've had since realising that you can sort of vaguely remember things through resets is accidental conditioning. Maybe UT Sans of SF Papyrus goes and has sex to distract themself from their existential crisis and during that they submit to this person. They end up unknowingly everytime and each time they find it a little easier to submit to them, the idea of obeying this person seems more and more appealing until they unknowingly are this persons slave. i dunno, just a thought

Idk if this is a request? Cause I saw a fic like this once