#pine horrortale

[kiokodoodles]

From an aggie with @heartydoseofranch and @ivyprism (also Badger's creator, who's the horned Papyrus in the top left corner). I drew the Papyri and Ranch colored in the sketches and added a couple of littol guys!

[scarletgemstone]

Stan and ford in horrortale concept/ headcanons

Stan and ford don’t lose their arms but Stan gets scars

they get speraed for short periods of time

Stan doesn’t fully trust Flowey after he explained why he didn’t let him out of the oven and ford threw him outside

ford and Stan don’t eat anything

they both have remits of the resets like Aliza

[ummsomethingis1]

School doodles!

[cloudyskydreams]

S/O wearing their clothes! UT,UF,UF,HT

Thought this was a cute idea actually got inspired from the last request but decided to make it its own thing. Small little drabbles and two posts for the day I feel accomplished! As always hope y'all enjoy!

Undertale:

Sans: The rare occasion his jacket is to get washed and you pull it out of the dirty laundry to wear it. It smells like pine and ketchup and you relax into the smell as you stand in your shared bedroom. A chuckle from behind you has you spinning around and you see and amused Sans staring at you through lidded eyes. "was wondering what the jacket was in here" he puns and you smile as he steps closer pulling you into him. "you look cute starlight, you should wear my clothes more"

Papyrus: It was a brisk autumn day and the air outside was cold enough to make goosebumps rise in your skin. You had only brought a jacket to the outing with your bonefriend and were regretting not bringing mittens or a hat or something of the like. Papyrus noticing how cold you were took off his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, it's a large comfy scarf too. "HERE YOU ARE SWEET PEA DONT WANT YOU GETTING COLD." He thinks you look just perfect in his signature scarf and plans to make you one similar.

Underfell:

Red: Red had taken his jacket off while working on your car and you being the grateful partner decided to give him a little show when he got back. Slipping on a pair of booty shorts you know he drools over you in and his jacket you pose on the couch and wait for him to come in. It takes a bit and you end up scrolling on your phone but his reaction is priceless. He drops he tool in his hand and his mouth is open in shock as he takes in sight of you. "fuck sweetheart you don't know what you do to me," he growls as he practically pounces on you.

Edge: Edge had left his clothes on the bed while he hopped in the shower after a long day and you saw your opportunity to try on his prized cape. You chuckle and slip the thing around your neck before impersonating the loud skeleton. He of course finishes much quicker than you anticipated and can't even pretend to be mad when he sees you parading around pretending to be him in his cape. He knocks on the doorframe and smirks upon seeing you're shocked face. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING PET?" he questions a fire in his eyes as he steps closer to you and pulls you flush against him by his cape. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes as it's sort of a way for him to mark you as his. He also thinks you just look great in his clothes.

Underswap:

Blue: You had stolen blues bandana and had decided to center your entire outfit around the little piece of cloth as a little surprise for him. You dressed up a little and put on the bandana before getting to work on breakfast. About ten minutes later a sleepy Blue exited the room half dressed and rubbing his eyes. "LOVE HAVE YOU SEEN MY— oh…" He takes in the sight of you before smirking. "ISN'T THIS A SIGHT FOR SORE EYES, DRESSED UP ALL FOR ME?" He waltzs over and kisses you while adjusting the bandana. He really enjoys the look and might ask to twin with you in the future.

Stretch: Stretch had simply switched out what hoodie he had worn that day and you had snatched his signature orange one when you had the chance. "aww honey don't you look cute," He snaps a picture upon seeing you and chuckles as he sends it to Blue ranting about how cute his s/o is. He definetly leaves clothes out more often for you to find and wear. He might doodle you in his hoodie in his free time the image is stuck in his mind.

HorrorTale:

Axe: He takes his jacket off occasionally and forgets where he puts it. Was actually coming to ask if you had seen it when he found you wear it, and lemme tell you it dwarfs you. Let's out a little "…oh" and his eyelights dilates to fill his whole socket as he stares at you for a few seconds. Thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen and occasionally will simply take his jacket off and dump it on you because he enjoys your smell on it.

Willow: His scarf is pretty torn and he wears it mostly out of sentimentality when he does. He has a new one but this one just holds so many memories he can't get rid of it even if alot of those memories are bad. You slip it on after finding it one day poking around the house, he finds you wearing it and he doesn't really react. "Hello Dearest I See You've Found My Old Scarf," He ruffles your hair and tells you the story of how he first got the scarf. Gently folds it and puts it up when you're done wearing it. He's happy to let you wear his other clothes too and as he's a giant they're all pretty huge on you and he thinks that's cute.

[osleeplessflowero]

Oneshot Masterpost

A collection of my oneshots! Series gradually being updated. These links are specific to Tumblr, BUT I have also posted quite a few of these on my Ao3! I also have fics on there, which I will also be making a masterpost for + uploading the chapters to tumblr.

🏡Neighborhood Series🏡

A series of randomized oneshots that take place in the same universe, a timeline where the skeleton duos all live in their own houses in a singular neighborhood.

In order(with links attached):

{Lore Related v}

🌠Stargazing (Classic Sans! First oneshot I wrote.)🔭

✨Back To You (Also Classic Sans, takes place a little bit after the former.)💤

🎸Concert Night (Fell!Sans)🎵

{Out Of Order/Bonus Content v}

🏍Stress Relief (Fell/Red! I need to write him again..)💢

📻Close (Blue/Reader) [I don't really like this one that much anymore but I'll keep it up for any that do]🎵

🏖Beach Day (Swap Bros!)🌊

☕️Relax. (Fell Papyrus/Edge!)❄️

🌃Late Night Walk (Rus/Reader)🛹

🪓Scare Actor!Horror🎃

A series mainly themed for Halloween where Reader has a chance encounter with Horror while going to a Haunted House with their partner. Takes place in a Post-Pacifist Horrortale timeline, so Horror goes by Sans.

Part 1: Scares and a Sudden Friendship🎃🪓

Part 2: Coffee Hangout☕

Part 3: New Experiences // Meeting Papyrus!🥄

📖Fairytale Series🪄

A series of miscellaneous fairytale-based scenarios featuring your favorite skeletons. Some may have connections to others!

🗡️Assassin!Red/Mage!Reader🪄

⚔️Knight!Blue/Reader🎶

👑King!Nightmare/Ruler!Reader(Start of a Bad Sanses series)💢

🌹King!Dream/Ruler!Reader (An alternate timeline to the former concept)🪄

🤠Cowboy!Stretch🐎

An AU where Stretch and Blue live on a ranch and work as cowboys. The other skeletons ARE present in other areas, but this mainly just focuses on Stretch and his growing relationship with Reader. Could be considered Farmtale inspired.

🥃Part 1: howdy.🍯

🐴Part 2: Going for a ride🏇

💚Nightmare/Multiverse Traveler!Reader✨

An endless(?) game of Cat and Mouse, where Nightmare chases Reader across the Multiverse in order to finally be with them. Mutual pining, we love to see it!!

🎭Part 1: Chasing🌌

🌺Part 2: Blooms. (Angst)🥀

🖤Bad Sanses Shenanigans🔪

A collection of scenarios with everybody's favorite villains.

🎃Pumpkin Carving! (was originally a part of a now cancelled Halloween writing challenge series.)🔪

☃️Snow Day! (Christmas Special)🌨

🛌Sleepover!💕

🛝i'm here. (Dust Comfort)💜

🔪"Knife" To Meet'cha (Killer/Reader #1)🍻

🌹Falling For Ya (Killer/Reader #2(?) ) 🌃

🔒Cornered (Dust/Reader) (Kinda steamy)💜

🌌Alone With You (Dust/Reader)💕

AmalgaMATE

A scenario where Reader is an amalgamate of several different Reader souls, and is hopelessly in love with Science/Classic? Sans.

🧪Part 1: me and the amalgamate i pulled by being a punny guy 🔒

🤍Part 2: Soulmates?!🤍

Standalone Oneshots

Oneshots that haven't been made into series yet/are intended to be by themselves.

☔️Chance Encounter (Dream/Reader)🚍

🎶Dream/Fem Reader (Requested)🌳

💌Messages + Confessions (Error/Reader)📄

🛍First Meeting (Fell Papyrus/Edge!/Fem Reader)🐾 (Requested)

🫧Into The Sea (Merman!Blue/Reader)🌊

☕Home (Cross/Reader)🏠 (Requested)

Star Sanses HQ Shenanigans(Star Sanses & Reader [Platonic]) (Requested)

Flirting With Death (Reaper/Immune!Reader) (Requested)

🎡Carnival Date (Classic!Papyrus/Reader) (Requested)🧣

😱Frightening New Friend (Horror!Papyrus & Reader)🎃 [Halloween Special]

🌊A Light In The Depths (Mer!Nightmare/Reader)🤿

😳Crushing (Cross x Swap Universe!Reader) (Requested)💜

🛞Immune (Siren!Nightmare/Reader)⛵

🩹(Platonic)Fell Sans & Reader Hurt/Comfort (Requested)❤️‍🩹

🌑Bittersweet (Flirty Vampire!Nightmare x Vampire Hunter!Reader)🗡️

My oneshot requests ARE OPEN if you would like to submit one, you can check out my rules post here! (You can send requests via Ask(Preferred) or here in the comments if you'd like.) Happy reading!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O gets spooked by something and immediately run behind skeleton to hide from danger. Main 10 reaction?

Undertale Sans - .... He's not sure how to tell you he's just a little man and that he's pretty sure everyone can see you right now. Sans is actually very amused and immediately pretends he's protecting you fiercely when, really, if someone throws a pine cone at his head, he lays on the floor in slow motion and acts like he's dead.

Undertale Papyrus - Well he doesn't overreact at all by summoning what he calls the big babies, the huge giga-tall bones, trapping you both in a giant bone cage. He's so confused when the only thing that "attacks" you is a poor squirrel who immediately panics when it sees the bones. Maybe he needs to explain to you that squirrels don't eat humans?

Underswap Sans - He prepares to fight! Finally some action! Only to be extremely disappointed that the only thing coming out of the corner is an old man who immediately gives him a weird look. Blue drops his bone and does a dramatic slow turn towards you. Is he a joke to you?

Underswap Papyrus - Uh??? What? No! No, he doesn't want to die! You panicking makes his soul overstressed and as a consequence, he passes out on the floor lol. He doesn't want to know what's coming to eat him, let him die. He's a little mad at you when he wakes up realizing absolutely nothing happened. Don't scare him like that!

Underfell Sans - You spook him as well and so he instinctively decides to teleport out of here. The only problem is that he did that in utter panic and now you're both on the roof of some random building, having no idea how to get down. What? Don't look at him like that! It's your fault!

Underfell Papyrus - He jumps a bit at your sudden movement and immediately covers you more with his body, tensing as he stares at whatever spooked you. A... A kitty? Listen now, every day he would be glad to be your knight in shiny armor and all but that's a kitty and you don't exist anymore. Edge is now on all four, petting the little cat. He's taking it home. He doesn't care if you don't want to. That's his cat now.

Horrortale Sans - A low growl escapes his throat as he scans the surroundings, nervous. He doesn't see anything and the cereal bar you're holding is distracting him. It's distracting him so much that he suddenly chomps half of it so he doesn't see it anymore. Eh, it's actually good! ... What was he doing again? Oh well, too bad he forgot. He wants the rest of your cereal bar, time for puppy eyes.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's a bit nervous, not sure what to do to help. But turns out you got scared of a tiny little dog and now he's just judging you with a sassy face. What do you want the dog to you? It's not even the size of your knee. He swears sometimes humans are a little weird.

Swapfell Sans - He tenses briefly, but a quick scan of his surroundings tells him there's... Nothing. Nothing at all. He gives you a judgmental stare, slowly looking at you from head to toe. He doesn't say anything but you still feel offended somehow.

Swapfell Papyrus - He saw the whole scene. The tree branch touching your back, you screaming at the top of your lungs and running behind him... Rus is on the floor, wheezing so hard he can't breathe. You don't think that's funny, but he really disagrees with you. Don't worry, he's going to protect you from every tiny tree branch by randomly screaming "Y/N! LOOK OUT!", and watching with intense pleasure as it jumpscares you every time. You're doomed.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine gives you a long stare, and after making sure there's absolutely nothing chasing you... He just walks away, cringing so hard. He doesn't know you, please leave him alone. What would people think of his reputation after that. He ignores you until you get home lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He doesn't care what's going on, he screams at the top of his lungs and starts to run for his life, making you panic even more and do the same. Everyone is looking at you two running like headless chickens in the park, wondering what's going on.

[voidandabyssal]

Break a Leg! (Horrortale Papyrus x gn reader)

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HorrorTale Papyrus is really slept on. I wanted to remedy that, enjoy!

Had you necessarily planned to fall into an undiscovered cave? No, no one does. In fact, it's so uncommon that you’d never even bothered to figure out what you should do in this situation.

So now you awkwardly sit. Hands wrapped around your broken leg as you glance up at the icy hole you’d managed to create. Your hiking bag, filled with everything you could need for a three-day trip, sits just out of reach, its items scattered along the snowy floor.

You take in a breath, sucking in the stale air. Your hands let go of your leg, and you open your eyes. Purple bruises bloom across your leg like a bouquet of flowers, and the slight bulge of your broken bone poking out from just behind your skin. You hold back the wave of nausea that hits your throat—gagging down acidic bile.

“Just take a deep breath, get up, grab your phone, call for help”, you whisper out, barely able to hide the strain of pain in your voice. Your body trembles as it desperately manages to keep your wounded leg still. Your mind is laser-focused on getting towards your scattered supplies. Slowly and painfully, you manage. Whimpering out as the broken bone pushes around painfully. You’re lucky it wasn’t piercing through the skin. Nope, it's just regular old broken. Lucky you.

Finally, your hand grasps tightly around your bag, dragging it towards yourself you dig through it. Gritted teeth grinding against your jaw.

“There! Yes!” You mumble out, pulling the first aid kit; lucky you had thought to bring that along. A small roll of bandages and some Panadol was grabbed by your cold hands. Your eyes glanced around, looking at the ground around you, perfect. You grabbed the straightest-looking stick you could find and positioned it around your broken leg. Then, you gently wrapped the bandages around it, securing the stick.

You breathed a sigh of relief and dug around for your phone. However, as your phone dialled and dialled, with no answer, you focused more on the environment around you. No longer distracted by the immediate pain and panic.

It was... snowing? And there were trees here?

That... shouldn't be possible. You stood up, unbalanced and shaky, as you clung to a nearby tree. Your phone slipped from your hand as the dialling tone continued on and on. It had been going on for some time, and you doubted anyone would pick it up. Reception must be terrible down here, what with all the trees and, of course the thick sheets of ice covering the sky.

There must be a way out, though. How else would tree seeds have managed to get down here and snow? You spun around, looking for any answer the environment may have to offer.

"hm, the trees are thinning to the south. Maybe that's the exit," you mumbled. You fought off a shiver as you reached down and hauled your bag over your back.

If you took things slow, took breaks and didn't put much weight on your injured leg, you should make it through this forest before nightfall.

With each sinking step, you reached closer to home. That did little to ease your jittery nerves. The forest was deathly quiet, the crunching of snow under your boots the only thing to puncture the empty air. Your head snapped up, and the breath pulled out of you as the hairs on the back of your neck raised.

Someone (something?) was watching. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and goosebumps grew across your arms. You spun around, hissing out as your broken leg ached in pain. Almost veering to the side and crashing into the solid snow, luckily, you managed to steady yourself. The ground around you seemed strangely disturbed like the snow had been hastily swept over to hide something. You couldn't help but let your eyes trail up the path of swept snow until you finally saw the figure at the end.

Whoever it was was massive, a hulking giant. He was ducked behind one of the many pine trees, tattered red gloves gripping the tree trunk. A similarly tattered red scarf hung loosely around his shoulders.

"Excuse me? Sir?" you called out, a nervous tremble in your voice. “Could you tell me the way out? I fell just a little while back.” The figure shudders, pulling himself further behind the tree. Still, you step closer.

Your foot rises through the air and crunches down on the swept-over snow.

“WAIT!” The figure screeched out, his hands waving frantically through the air as he lunged forward. Though he is careful to stick to the edge of the untouched snow. “THERE'S TRAPS! I HADN’T HAD THE CHANCE TO TAKE THEM DOWN YET.”

Your mouth drops open in shock as you finally manage to see the figure's full appearance. You'd heard rumours of monsters living in Mt Ebott; everyone had, but you never thought they were real.

A skeleton. Long gangly limbs and cracked teeth that reminded you of shattered glass. His eye sockets are creased with worry (somehow?), and his red gloves are carefully placed in front of him, signalling for you to stop moving forward.

"I, uh, didn't know anyone lived down here", you stumble out an awkward laugh as you stand frozen. You grimace a little as your broken leg shifts uncomfortably, and the freezing ground starts to make your toes go numb.

"WAIT THERE HUMAN! I WILL SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY APPROACH YOU!" he slows every word down as he speaks, trying to make you feel less like a hunted animal, you supposed. You stifled an annoyed frown as he took measured steps towards you. What did he think you were going to do? Eat him?! Regardless, he eventually did make it to you after slowly tiptoeing around the booby-trapped land.

"Well, thank you for not letting me walk into a trap, but could you point me to the nearest exit." He frowned, nervously twiddling his fingers as he looked down at you. Your heart paced wildly as you finally got a better look at his face. Blood stained his mouth—old, dark, crimson blood splattered on his cracked teeth. Dark lines were drawn under his eye sockets, giving him an exhausted look.

He doesn't seem to hear you, or maybe he's just ignoring your question. He extends a long arm down to yours, gripping your hand tightly as he shakes it. His face finally cracks into a smile.

“I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS! TRAPPER EXTRODINARE AND EX-ROYAL GUARD!” You introduced yourself with a wide grin. Glad to have at least met a friendly face in these strange woods.

“OH HUMAN, I AM SO SORRY! I DID NOT REALISE YOU WERE SO INJURED!” His hands stretch up to cup his cracked and bloodied face. His eye sockets creased with worry.

“Yeah, that was from a fall. Only a few, maybe 30 minutes from here?” You shifted on your feet, trying to keep weight off your wounded leg. The cracked bone ached painfully as the cold nipped at the wound. Your bag made it difficult to keep your feet steady. The heavy cans of food weighed you down.

“NO MATTER HUMAN! IT IS MUCH TO DANGEROUS FOR ONE OF YOUR KIND TO WANDER THE WOODS. ESPECIALLY INJURED SO,” he bends down. Only then do you realise how truly huge he was. You barely reached his thighs, even at your perfectly average height. You were a dwarf compared to him.

One arm wraps around your waist, and another cups your legs as he carries you forward. You sputter as a heavy blush dust across your cheeks. Your bag he had removed and slung over his own back. You watched as the metal clans clanked loudly against his spine.

Papyrus’s face winced as his back ached fiercely. He bit back the painful yelp that threatened to leap from his mouth. He was the great Papyrus, after all. His duty was to help anyone in need, especially an injured human.

Perversely, he couldn’t help but glance at your bandaged leg. The stick had shifted under the bandages awkwardly as you were jostled around in his arms. He searched through his mind, flitting through decades of human experience as he tried to figure out how such an injury could heal.

The tightening pain of his soul snapped him out of his thoughts. Starvation just kept at bay, now gnawing at his mangled bones.

‘No, no! You promised yourself! No more hunting, no more hurting’ Papyrus's grip tightened on you as he approached a dingy home.

The paint was chipped, peeling in odd places, and small holes in the roof dotted the decrepit building. Clearly, it had seen better days.

You unconsciously took a nervous gulp as Papyrus stood in front of the door. His face was blank as he narrowed his sockets in concentration.

“Papyrus? Is something wrong?” He hushes you, covering your mouth with a large hand as he leans a little more forward. He shifted around, his hand rubbing against your back as he focused in for any sound.

As if receiving some sort of green light, he removed his hand and stepped inside. The living room is as rotted as the outside; peeling paint and ancient furniture complement the room.

“MY APOLOGIES HUMAN. I HAD TO HEAR IF MY BROTHER WAS HOME…” he mulls over his next words “HE DOES NOT APPRECIATE STRANGERS IN HIS HOME”

A nervous sort of feeling bubbled in your stomach. The feeling had followed you since Papyrus had swept you off your feet and carried you to his home—the startling dead environment and Papyrus’s cagey words and damaged appearance.

You squirmed in his grasp, “I can just leave; really, it’s not a problem” his grip on you remained the same, tightening even.

“NO!” He shouts out, taking large steps until he walks into a bedroom. His bedroom, you assume. “YOU CANNOT LEAVE!” His voice breaks, a warbling strain that reveals more hidden emotion than he intended.

“Put me down!” You squeak out. Tiring of this strange cat-and-mouse game. “You can’t just keep me here! I have to leave!” His head shakes rapidly as he listens to you speak. Finally, he drops you down onto his bed. Forgotten, your backpack collapses onto the ground as he gently ensures your safety.

A finely kept race car bed. You grab at the sheets, face shifting into a dangerous grimace as you look up at the giant.

“Please, human”, his voice finally quietens, coming out as a whisper as he crouches down. Meeting your cold eyes with his dead ones.

Your heart races as you lean away from him. Never had you been a courageous person. Seeing the dried brown blood splattered across his face shocked you into quiet.

“The Monsters down here aren’t like they used to be! They’re dangerous,” he explains, settling down onto the bed with you. His eye sockets flickering to see your broken leg.

You block his gaze as your hand covers the bandaged leg, much like a rabbit hiding its pain under the gaze of a stronger foe.

“Sans-everyone means well. We just got so, so hungry,” your face pales. Stomach tightens as the swirl of nausea washes over you. The blood made more sense now. Skeletons, of course, don’t bleed. Humans did. Humans bleed sharp crimson liquid that dried a disgusting brown as the air oxidised it.

Tears cover your dark eyes as you let out rapid breaths. You scurry out of his reach. Limping away from him into another corner of the room. Your eyes kept trapped on him.

“G-get the hell away from me!” You suck in a breath. The photos of dozens of missing hikers flashed through your brain. You had seen the news and heard the rumours. Every year, dozens of people go missing up these mountains. In the blink of an eye, they disappear, never to be seen again. 

Papyrus doesn’t move. His body stays still as he whispers quietly to you: comforting words, apologies, and explanations for why he had to carry you to his room. The famine has slowly passed. Plant matter was regrowing slowly, but the Monsters outside had gained a taste for flesh. Like a moth to a flame, they would not dismiss the chance for extra protein. 

“WHEN WE STARTED BEING ABLE TO GROW THINGS AGAIN, I SWORE TO MYSELF THAT I WOULD NOT HARM ANOTHER LIVING BEING AGAIN.” he declares. His legs rise, letting Papyrus stand to his height. He has to slouch as his skull brushes against the roof of his 

“So you’re just covered in blood for what?! The kicks?!” you seethe back. Your back pressed up against the wall of his closet. The wood bending unappreciatedly at the sudden weight. 

Papyrus blushes a blood-orange colour as he insecurely wipes at his face. His gloved hands don’t do much to wipe away the stained blood—flecks of the stuff smudge across his face. 

“WE DON’T HAVE MUCH ACCESS TO RUNNING WATER. THE CORE IS STILL DOWN AFTER ALL,” he folds in on himself. That once confident aura is now replaced with the look of a broken man, beaten down after decades of starvation and suffering and years of butchering had shaped him into a scarier being. 

Your face softened. The fear in your heart quelled as you watched Papyrus slump back onto his bed. You slowly step forward as you inch closer and closer to him. Your hand stretches out to hold his own.

An apology slips past your lips. Your eyes downcast as a brief slide of shame brushes over you. 

“NO NEED TO APOLOGISE HUMAN! I UNDERSTAND MY APPEARANCE AND PAST MAY BE SCARY, COME!” he gently tugs you back onto the bed close next to him. His hand moves down, pulling at your bandages.

“THE BANDAGES WILL NEED TO BE CHANGED AND THE STICK ISN'T STRAIGHT ENOUGH. YOUR LEG WILL NEVER HEAL CORRECTLY OTHERWISE!” He explains. 

You let out a sharp yelp, leg twitching in pain as Papyrus gently prods it. You bite back a curse as he straightens your leg and rewraps it with newer bandages. 

“T-thanks,” you grit out, sucking in a breath as you do. Papyrus beams at you, standing to his full height as he reaches back into his closet. 

“ITS THE LEAST I COULD DO!” He cheerfully adds. Briefly you wonder if he ever slowed down. 

You watched as he scattered around the room, preparing a large bundle if you were seeing things correctly. 

A small pile of books, action figures and finally after much searching he finds a carefully hidden lolly. Crumpled under the closet the packaging was wrinkled, old. Though it still looked okay to eat. 

“I MUST DEPART SOON! THE FARMS NEED TENDING TO! THOUGH I HAVE GATHERED A MEAGER AMOUNT OF ENTERTAINMENT! I KNOW IT IS NO REPLACEMENT FOR MY COMPANY BUT YOU MUST MAKE DO!” He flicks his scarf, letting it flutter out behind him as though he was some cartoon superhero.

You giggle at his exaggerated actions. A part of you panged at the thought of being left alone. 

“You’ll come back soon though?” He nods, placing the supplies down onto his bed.

“THERE! SANS SHOULD BE HOME SOON.” At that you glance nervously towards his door. You got the idea that Sans wasn’t a friendly guy. “JUST… DON'T LEAVE MY ROOM! HE NEVER COMES IN HERE. BE QUIET AND HE SHOULDN'T HAVE ANY IDEA A HUMAN WAS HERE!” Papyrus’s socket twitches. His finger pointed high into the sky as he explained your next conundrum. 

you resisted a scared shudder. The exhaustion of all of today's events finally hitting you all in one go. You blink away the sleep.

“THERE THERE HUMAN! I PROMISE TO BE BACK SOON!” Papyrus’s hand ruffles through your hair, petting as gently as his gnarled hands could manage. 

He limps away without another word. The door closing and the sounds of many locks clicking into place. You lay on his bed, letting the time pass by you but eventually boredom gnawed at your mind. 

You desperately tried to keep quiet, for fear of alerting Papyrus's brother of your existence. Pacing was impossible what with your broken limb. The books eased your plight, though many of the pages were rotted to the point of illegibility. 

Your stomach twisted and growled as hunger pains finally called your attention. You grimaced at the lolly. It seemed wrong to take from Papyrus. Food was scarce here. You glanced at your backpack. 

Right, I bought a bunch of camping food with me.

You hurried to your bag, carefully keeping the weight off your limb. You pushed aside the spare clothes and water bottle. Your hand wrapped possessively around one of the thin plastic packages that held your dinner. 

All it needed was hot water, then voila, a delicious meal after a nice long day of hiking. 

You had to make do with lukewarm water. Unable and unwilling to wander outside of Papyrus’s safe haven. You munched down on the soggy food, just grateful to be still alive, eating something instead of dead in a ditch somewhere. 

The thought of dying. Of being stuck in an Underground world where your only ally was a walking skeleton, scared you. The thought itched your mind, clawing at the more reasonable ramblings. Interrupting your calmer reasoning with vivid flashes of potential futures.

You spent the rest of the time patiently waiting for Papyrus to come back. Lonely paranoid thoughts grew from the back of your mind as time etched on by. Your eyes locked on the door. Each rustled movement, low noise or shuffle from the house snapped you to full alertness. Your body jolts with hidden energy when loud footsteps finally echo out along the hallway. 

The locks click free and Papyrus finally steps in. He barely cracks the door open, just enough for his long body to slip through the gap. 

“I WILL BROTHER, FEAR NOT! THOSE CARROTS WILL FEAR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” he booms out. A much lower and quieter voice rasps out. Papyrus’s face blanches at his brothers words. “NONSENSE BROTHER! YOU MUST JUST BE HUNGRY! THERE’S SOME LEFTOVER SPAGHETTI IN THE FRIDGE!” he slams the door behind in, breathing a sigh of relief as he does. 

His eye sockets gleam with happiness as he spots you still sequestered on the bed. He limps up to you and whispers out his next words.

“I’m glad you’re alright, human! Did you have something to eat?” He questions, eyeing up the abandoned lolly. 

“I didn’t want to take your food so I had some of my own” you reached into your bag, pulling out another of the packaged meals. “Would you want some? It’s just some porridge but-” he snatches the package out of your hands. His long nails ripping the seam of the package as he greedily gulps down the food. Like a starving wolf, he licks his teeth. 

“Oh!” he blushes that signature blood orange colour. Realising how he had just acted like a starving beast. He nervously laughs with a downcast look. “My apologies human! I didn’t realise quite how hungry I was!” a nervous chuckle flits out past his mouth. 

An earnest smile graces your lips. You hand him your bag, offering the rest of your food. 

“It’s alright. You can have more if you need” though this time he shakes his head, restraining his starving appetite. 

“THANK YOU, HUMAN!” an uncharactstic moment of silence falls over the pair of you. 

“Will I ever be able to leave?” the question blurts out from your mouth, your lips quivering. 

Papyrus stirs, his face falling. He did not know how to say the next words. Not in a way that could comfort you at least. 

“NO. A BARRIER TRAPS ALL OF MONSTERKIND IN THESE CAVERNS. ONCE YOU ENTER THE BARRIER YOU CANNOT LEAVE IT.” succinctly said, though the words still shake you to your core. Your eyes well up with tears and you suck in a breath; not wanting to let a single tear fall. 

He sits down next to you, letting his knee lean against yours.

“I’M SORRY YOUR STUCK DOWN HERE. I KNOW IT MUST BE SCARY BUT I’LL BE HERE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU” a kind offer, really. His hand brushes through your hair, fingers gentle massaging your scalp. 

A peaceful silence falls over the pair of you as Papyrus gets up and gathers a handful of thin blankets and pillows. You were pulled from your momentary mourning as he drops the excess fabrics onto the bed. Confusion pushing your sad thoughts to the corner.

“ITS GETTING DARK OUT. YOU CAN TAKE MY BED! AS A HOST IT IS ONLY RIGHT IF I TAKE THE FLOOR. FORCING AN INJURED HUMAN TO SLEEP THERE, TSK, WHAT KIND OF HOST WOULD THE GREAT PAPYRUS BE?!” he strikes a heroic pose, basking in the imaginary attention of dozens of fans. 

You wearily groan, wiping away at your face. Papyrus was sweet, too sweet. You weren’t just going to let him sleep on the cold hard ground. Especially with how much he was limping. After everything he had done for you so far it would only seem greedy to not do so.

“Why don’t we just share?” you say with a casual shrug of the shoulders. “That way, everyone can be comfortable.” 

Papyrus’s sockets widen, and his mouth comically drops open. A blush dancing across his face as he stuttered out.

“WHA- NO! OH DEAR, THE HANDBOOK NEVER TOLD ME HOW TO DO THIS PART!” 

The handbook? What on earth was he talking about?

Dismissing your thoughts you spoke up “Nevermind the book Papyrus. C’mon even I can tell it’s getting late.” You pat the spare space beside you. He gulped nervously, twiddling with his fingers as the fading eyelights in his sockets roved over the small bed, and then your own form. 

“ALRIGHT, JUST TELL ME IF ITS TOO SMALL” 

He slides into the bed, pulling the thin blanket up closer to him. He was as stiff as a board, body tensed up as he stared up at the ceiling. 

You tug the thin blanket close to you, hoping to find some warmth in it. 

A shiver runs down your spine. The aching cold of the outside had leaked into the room. You glance back over at Papyrus, still awake and still just as tense as before. A comfortable warmth emanates off of him. You let out a huff of air, saddling closer up to him. 

“WHA-! HUMAN!” he jolts. A quiet yelp falling out as your cold arms wrap around his ribcage. His hands hesitantly move up to your sides, loosely holding you in his own grip. You let a sigh of relief exit past your lungs as you nuzzle tighter into his body. 

“Don’t move” you whine out, clinging to the radiating heat and comforting affection. “It’s cold,” thankfully Papyrus stilled. His hands wrapping more tightly around your frame as he breathed in a deep breath. 

The added touch served to further comfort you, to distract you from the future. 

“Thank you, Papyrus,” you whisper. Your eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of his body soothes you into a deep sleep.

The moment before unconscious fully hits, in that strange inbetween world of the awake and asleep. You feel Papyrus press a gentle kiss against your forehead. Carefully keeping his broken glass like teeth from cutting the delicate skin across your forehead. 

You fall asleep to the sound of his voice, low and murmuring. Held protected in his arms.

[rarityroo]

Welcome to my blog

Hi, I’m Rarityroo, (she/her) you can all me Rarity or Roo either is okay. I write fanfics for various fandoms and characters and would love to get some requests for you! I hope you have a good time here.

Blog rules

- My requests are usually open but if they’re ever closed please respect that, if you send a request after I say requests are closed I will delete it.

- Please don’t be hateful in any way shape or form, I don’t tolerate bigotry in the slightest. You will be blocked.

- If you have any questions about a character, fandom or requests you go ahead and ask.

- I only write ‘x reader’ fanfics but I wrote for all genders and identities.

- If you can show love to the blog by reposting or liking I really appreciate it!

Writing Rules

- I write ‘x reader’ fanfiction but I will include another character if it’s for a polyamorous or platonic relationship.

- I don’t mind writing things that are more cryptic or dark but please don’t request something with extremely excessive gore or grossness.

- I don’t write smut, I don’t mind slightly NSFW (ex. hickeys and alluding to sex.)

- Also if I don’t feel like writing your request I simply won’t, it’s nothing personal it’s just based on my comfort.

- I love writing some angst so I’d love some requests with that!

Fandoms and characters

Masterlist

I write for….

AoT: Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Hange, Levi, Erwin, Sasha, and Annie.

BES: Mizu.

MHA: Aizawa (Eraserhead), Tamaki, Taishiro (Fatgum), Hizashi (Present Mic), Mirio, Rumi (Mirko), Mirai (Sir Nighteye), Keigo (Hawks), and Dabi.

Creepypasta: Ticci Toby, Hoodie, Masky, Jeff the killer, Slenderman, Bloody Painter, and Eyeless Jack.

YellowJackets: Misty, Natalie, Tai, Shauna, and Jackie.

Undertale: Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Undyne, Mettaton, Napstablook, Burgerpants. (I write for Horrortale, Underfell, Underswap.)

TADC: Pomni, Kinger, Caine, Jax, Ragatha, Gummigoo and Zooble.

MCU: Peter Parker (Spider-Man) and Loki.

Stranger things: Steve, Eddie, Gareth and Hopper.

Tmnt: Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, Casey Jones, and April O’Neil, Karai.

X-men: Logan Howlett, Charles Xavier, Scott Summers, and Kurt Wagner.

Gravity Falls: Bill Cypher, Ford Pines, and Stan Pines.

If you’re favorite character or fandom isn’t listed here make sure to ask ! 🫶🏻

[kiokodoodles]

Time to finish off the year with some updates full body references of my Papyri before I officially begin drawing up some comics around them (and others!)

Here’s which AU they each come from:

Cyperus - Classic/Undertale (he’s also got some alternate outfits that he’ll be in)

Paps - Underswap

Pyre - Underfell

Rus - Swapfell

Cyrus - Fellswap

Pine - Horrortale

Edit: Below cut are closeups on the Papyri’s faces!

[scarletgemstone]

Stan and ford meet sans

(Stan and ford are out side the ruins and walk down the path a stick breaks scaring them they both look back but sees nothing)

(Sans apperes in front of Stan causing him to fall backwards)

sans”he the old seanking up behind them and scared trick its always funny anyway you’re humans right?”

sans” that’s funny I’m sans sans the skeleton “

(Stan and ford look at each other as ford looks worried )

(Sans offers his hand to Stan)

sans” you need a hand pal?”

(Stan hesitatedly reaches his hand out sans grabs it)

sans” gotcha “

(Stan screams in pain as blood comes out of his hand and tries to pull away)

ford” Stanley!”

(Ford tries to pull Stan away but sans holds him in place with his magic)

sans” aww what’s the matter pal?”

Stan”let me go! Let me go!”

sans” you want me to let go? Suit yourself “

(Sans let’s go and let’s ford go to )

(Stan looks at the bloody wound on the palm of his hand)

(Ford goes to him)

ford”are you ok?”

(Ford sees the wound)

sans” aw come on it’s a little prank”

Stan”little!? That hurt!”

[salem-nightshade]

What if.....Jersey Devil had a horror remake?

This story contains gore, serious themes, and dark moments.

Story: After Jersey brought peace back to the city of Pine Barrens, Knarf was at his lab, enraged at his defeat. For days and nights, the mad scientist had plotted his revenge on his demonic nemesis.....but he finally found the solution; In the form of an ancient curse...? Meanwhile in the city, everything is going great so far.....Well, WAS going great, until a blood moon appears in the sky, plunging the city into eternal darkness as monsters started to appear. To his surprise, Knarf's minions are brought back from the dead as zombies, and are completely obedient to him......and hungry for revenge. Dennis was one of them, as he has died from an experiment gone wrong. Jersey watched in horror as his beloved city falls into chaos; Resources are disappearing, leaving residents starving and causing them to resort to cannibalism, everyone is going insane, and demons now rule this hell. Jersey must find the mystery of who is the one who cursed the once-peaceful city, and return the world to its former glory.

Characters

Horror!Dennis: Slightly rotted, clothes worn out, a bit torn, and dirty. Eyes are gouged out, so he has an old bandage covering his eyes, his arm is replaced with a rusty metal one, same as his leg, and his weapon is a rusty/bloody lead pipe. He has a slight resemblance to a zombified corpse due to Knarf experimenting on him. He went insane from the abuse he had to endure.

Horror!Knarf: Wears goggles, lab coat is now torn and dirty, pants are slightly more baggy, and hair is now unkempt. Murderous and more deranged. Once experimented on Dennis out of boredom. He went insane from isolating himself in his now-ruined lab.

Horror!Jersey: Fangs, clothes are now worn down/a bit torn up, and dirty due to fighting some supernatural monsters. He has only one eye missing, so he wears an old bandage over it. Claw marks on his body (wings and tail included) and one horn is cracked while the other is broken off. Bags under his eye due to constant nightmares, and is now more paranoid and sickly. He went insane from nightmares that decide his fate.

Knarf's minions: These are once the enemies Jersey had defeated, and now they're back for revenge, brought back from the dead by Knarf. They went insane from hatred.

Residents: They were once innocent hostages rescued by Jersey, but due to a curse, along with having little to no resources left, they went insane and resorted to cannibalism, plunging the city into chaos.

The setting: Jersey City is renamed to Pine Barrens, and is now a city in ruins, forever under a curse caused by a blood moon. The residents went insane and resorted to cannibalism due to lack of resources. It's kill or be killed in this place, and no one is safe here.

Gameplay mechanics: It now has a nightmare/sanity meter, and there would be jump scares in the game (SURPRISE!), and an option for if you want gore or not.

Fun fact: The story is heavily based on a popular Undertale AU known as Horrortale!

[luvstruckmutt]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ mutt | any pronouns | 21 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

abagrotiscupida -> luvstruckmutt

commission info

ʚ🍓ɞ hiiii!! im mutt, a queer self shipper!! welcome to my blog where i spend my time giggling, drawing, and fawning over my f/os!!

ʚ🎂ɞ im comfortable with sharing f/os!!

ʚ🍓ɞ im a big fan of the color pink, stars, aliens, dogs, deer, and horror!!

ʚ🎂ɞ my f/os kind of come from all over the place so i'll try to keep things tagged and sorted!!

ʚ🍓ɞ i would prefer you be 16+ if you're gonna follow me here, thank you!! i sometimes rb suggestive stuff (jokes, mostly) and don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable! ^^

dni basic criteria + dni pr0ship/c0mship/neutral

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ general tags ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

text: cupid.txt

art: cupid.png

assorted self ship stuff: gen

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ romantic f/os ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

samwise gamgee | tolkien | 🌻

sans | undertale + aus

undertale | 🌭

underswap | 🫐

underfell | 🍒

swapfell | 🍇

horrortale | 🧸

dust | 💀

error | 🧵

paladin | 🤺

marshal | 🤠

champion | 🏆

papyrus | undertale + aus

undertale | 🦴

underswap | 🐝

underfell | 💢

swapfell | 🐾

horrortale | 🫎

rusty | 📷

shane | stardew valley | 🌶️

present day misty quigley | yellowjackets | 💉

foggy nelson | daredevil | 🐕

the spot | spiderverse | 🥯

scoria | minecraft oc | 🐖

stanford pines | gravity falls | 👓

stanley pines | gravity falls | 🎱

alphys | undertale + aus | 🧪

underfell | 🧫

undyne | undertale + aus | 🐟

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ crushes ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

aziraphale | good omens | 🕊️

crowley | good omens |🐍

furiosa | mad max saga | 🚛

nux | mad max saga | 🔧

laios touden | dungeon meshi | 🗡️

kabru | dungeon meshi | 💭

namari | dungeon meshi | 🪓

tori | ellsworld/eddsworld | 🚬

tamara | ellsworld/eddsworld | 🎸

ell | ellsworld/eddsworld | 💚

charlie | smiling friends | 🧢

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ platonic f/os ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

frodo | tolkien | 🍃

merry | tolkien | 🐎

pippin | tolkien | 🛡️

burgerpants | undertale |🍔

soos ramirez | gravity falls | ❓

ink sans | utmv | 🖌️

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ secret third option (hitting them with a big hammer) ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

chilchuck tims | dungeon meshi | 🔐

bill cipher | gravity falls | 🎩

gf!sans | undertale/scream | 👻

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ familial f/os ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

frisk | undertale | ✨

jas | stardew valley | 🌹

grogu | the mandalorian | 🐸

mabel pines | gravity falls | 🌠

dipper pines | gravity falls | 🌲

[timeofjuly]

14, 16, 65 and 74 for the ask meme 👀👀!!

Thank you!!

14: how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

I can usually write emotional scenes all in one big go, because I’m very excited to write them so I’ve been building it up in my head for ages and know exactly what I want to happen. Emotional scenes are the best because they come without putting up a fight (most of the time).

I don’t really draw from personal experience to write them, but I do draw from things I’ve read. Like, if I read a fic that makes my heart ache, I’ll obsess over the bits that made me feel that way (lines of dialogue or thought, description, etc). I’ll read them again and again. When I want to write something to elicit a certain response, I’ll think of those fics and what they did to make me feel that way. It doesn’t make me feel what the characters are feeling, necessarily - more like I’m directing a play or something.

16: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

A few! At the moment, almost all of my ideas are actually for another fandom (I’ve gotten really, really into the tv show The Boys) but, in terms of Undertale, I’ve been tossing the idea of a non-fell Wishbone around in my head for a bit. I don’t think I’ll ever write it, but it’s fun to think about. There’s also the isekai fic that I really, really want to write. It’s called Dead Air, it’s Horrortale sans/reader, it’ll be five chapters long with a good end and a bad end. I’ve only written snippets of dialogue and prose for it so far. This is the summary:

Your life is great. You have a loving datemate, a cute apartment, wonderful friends. Everything is exactly as it should be.

And then one morning, you wake up with a head full of dead air.

65: Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Getting further into Wishbone and RtC, for sure. There’s some big moments I’m really excited to write. The awards night thing in RtC in particular- I’ve wanted to write it for close to six months, and we’re super close to it now.

74: You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

I love this question lol. I’d say if the fic had a reader insert with an overt personality and voice, and there’s intense yearning and pining. Toss in some miscommunication, too. If it’s a smut fic, oral sex (and absence of PIV/penetrative sex)

You can find the ask meme here

[nogacheloveka-blog]

Horrorgaze

"I'm not very good at speaking and writing in English. I did my best to make the text understandable, especially the jokes, but I may have been mistaken in this. If you see any serious mistakes, don't hesitate to write about it. You will help me a lot. Thank you.

Pairing and Characters: Killer/Nightmare, Horror/Cross, Killer/Cross, Cross, Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror

Other Tags: only Horror point of view, no sexual scenes(i think so), a lot of reflections, some memory lapses, weak sexual dimorphism, pairings hinted at in general

Description: Horror lives among variations of himself. He can think a lot and say little. He is also a nearsighted stalker.

Notes: All "Sans" in the text belong to Horror. According to my headcanon, he looks somewhat frightening and beast-like, with fangs and claws, keen hearing and smell, but extremely nearsighted. He is also "older" than Killer and Dust: Horrortale moved forward in time, while the universes of these two remained frozen in repetition.

***

Sans often gnawed on things. This habit remained from the hungry years in the Underground: to suppress the gnawing feeling of hunger, akin to the birth of a black hole below the sternum, he would scrape his teeth against his post in Snowdin, the resinous bark of trees, boil pine needles, and the hard-earned fish. He chewed on thin children's bones.

After Nightmare gave his world a chance to survive, Sans had to keep an eye on his habit. It would be rude to leave marks on someone else's territory, right? But even so, the pens and pencils that came into his possession, as well as the mugs with cutlery, suffered. All his belongings bore the imprint of his sharp-toothed jaw.

All his belongings, not himself.

Sans noticed a bite on his left hand while cooking, surprised by its presence. It was not painful at all, but deep enough to still be visible. It crossed the malicious "U" of his metacarpals and slid into scratches along the heads of the proximal phalanges, becoming particularly deep on the middle phalanx of his pinky finger. Sans himself could not have forgotten to bite himself this way—such an awkward angle.

The injured head made itself known. His memory sometimes failed to retain recent events. It was not as dire as with the Multiverse Defender, as he did not forget his daily routine. Only incidents with strong emotional outbursts, moments of excessive tension, became heavily blurred and slipped away, leaving gaping holes behind. He remembered things in fragments, from the words of those around him or by finding himself in similar situations, but he never had a complete picture. Life now presented itself to him as a series of calm days with patches missing during certain missions—when something went wrong, he had to operate at maximum capacity.

All attempts to recall the nature of the injury were unsuccessful. He remembered a vague excitement and an unclear obsessive desire, as his hands were tightly wrapped around something thin, like tree branches. No, no, wait, it was round and rough. And fabric. The claws on his right palm had definitely snagged something made of dense fabric, digging in, and it had torn under pressure, but it hadn't split apart. And he sank his claws deeper, simply because it felt good to have that sense of power.

His soul raced slightly even at the attempts to remember. Sans swallowed.

Judging by these scant fragments, it seemed he had been holding someone. Perhaps Nightmare had tasked him with stirring up trouble in some place, and he had gotten carried away? That seemed quite plausible. In most universes, just the sight of his massive, twisted figure in the middle of Snowdin or the New Home was enough to raise the level of negativity. Usually, during such missions, time did not particularly constrain him, and he allowed himself to chase the locals, driving them through the woods or engaging in extortion. He loved hunting too. It reminded him of the old days, but now he was full and could do it for fun, like someone of royal blood. Nevertheless, Sans did not like to kill—this did not apply to variations of Undyne—and he had a good sense of his opponents, which was why Nightmare appreciated the work he did.

Horror glanced at the calendar. He marked the days when he experienced memory loss, just to ask the others for details later. Or they would tell him themselves if they saw a new note. The bite had been less than a day ago. Meanwhile, the events of the current day seemed quite coherent, and Sans had noted the second half of yesterday. It seemed unlikely that this was a task from Nightmare, and he would remember many more details if that were the case. Perhaps it was related to someone here at home. In that case, it definitely wasn't Dust: he had left for a mission three days ago. He had seen Killer this morning, bored in the living room, and he looked the same as usual. Judging by the feelings from the memory, his victim should have been pretty battered. And it definitely wasn't a boss. Simply because it's hard to imagine how Lord Nightmare would bite him in self-defense rather than leave him with yet another hole in his skull.

Then Cross…?

He hadn’t seen him today, so that made sense. Did he get into a fight with Cross? Should he...

…The strong, white radial and ulnar bones in the grip of one of his hands, due to the splayed fingers, look like maple branches. Almost dazzlingly white compared to the grayish-yellow of his own bones. They are beautiful. Their color is indistinguishable from the snowy white of his clothing; even the scars do not mar them. Sans sees a brief flash of fear and how Cross freezes, pinned to the floor by his weight. He takes a breath to ask something…

...bring him some healing food?

A brief flash of memory pierces through like a spark.

…Sans covers Cross jaw with his free hand, not allowing a sound to escape. Cross's head is now pressed to the floor, revealing his beautiful profile and the white pupil widened in confusion at what is happening. From this angle, the strong cervical vertebrae, usually hidden by clothing, are visible. They are as lovely as blank sheets of paper and white, sweet marshmallows. He wants to bite-

His heart races from the unclear images. Sans runs his palm over his face. This is just disgusting. Yes, Cross is definitely beautiful, but that’s no reason…

…Hypnotized, he releases the other’s wrists and places his hand on the warm side. Cross flinches. Sans's claws dug into the layers of clothing, tearing through under pressure, but not splitting apart. And he sank his claws deeper, simply because it felt good to have that sense of power. He feels a smile stretching across his face. He wants to purr from the intoxicating sensation…

...to pounce on bones like a hungry dog. Sans wants to be dusted right now. No, no, first he needs to check on Cross's condition, to do everything he can to atone for his disgusting act — whatever it may have been. And then he’ll go impale the remnants of a skull...

…Suddenly, his victim kicks out and bites the hand on his face. He blinks sluggishly, and that moment of confusion is enough for Cross to slip away and disappear in a flash of shortcut teleportation...

...on something deadly.

Okay, fine. Great. He just scared him. The collar of panic and guilt around his neck loosened.

He will get up now and make a coffee pot of hot chocolate. And he will go talk to Cross about what happened. Apologize. Maybe he’ll try to…

It’s painfully shameful because Cross is really too good for all of them.

***

Sans remembered how Nightmare brought in a creature that smelled of dust and human blood. It was like a ghost: a silhouette near the occupied sofas in the living room, disappearing food from the fridge, the scent of cigarettes in empty rooms. One-word answers and silence to personal questions.

It was acutely aware of monster magic — Killer was openly losing at hide-and-seek.

It only yielded to Sans himself in the real hunt. Sans even managed to remember its scent of death before it turned back.

The frightened expression of the skull reminded Sans of his own past when he looked at his changing body in the shards of a mirror. Back then, he saw living emotions. And how much effort it took him to discern in it the almost defeated self from the past, the one who needed help.

Hunger, long-standing trauma, and LV had long ago twisted Sans's bones, making him more dangerous, like a wounded animal. Dust's LV hung around like a heavy, biting cloud, constantly warping his mind, turning him into a madman, quietly begging the empty corners for either forgiveness or help. Horror caught snippets of phrases as he silently passed by. The addresses to Papyrus particularly pierced his soul. Sans remembered the times of the eighth human's fall and all that exhausting dance with timelines. In Dust's case, the hopeless conditions of the game broke him so much that he couldn't hold on. But it must be said that guy was holding up pretty well now, albeit with disgusting methods.

Dust's refuge was not far from Sans's own room, and at night, his keen hearing picked up unsteady footsteps, while his sensitive nose detected the alcoholic haze, in addition to the usual smell of the dust old attic. Horror was wildly glad that the skeleton didn't use shortcuts in such a state. Sometimes he heard the footsteps stop at his door. From that side came whispers and sobs, provoking a strong desire to grab this dummy by the scruff of the neck like a wayward kitten and carry it to safety.

On one of those days, Sans realized that he simply couldn't ignore his younger and more confused version. He had something to offer him. He did what Sanses did best:

“Knock, knock,” the knuckles rhythmically tapped against the door from the inside. There were doubts about the success of this plan on the first try, but at the very least, it would let him know he was open to company.

“ Who… is there?” The voice sounded uncertain from the other side, as if it were trying to remember the beginning of such jokes. Or preparing for an attack.

Sans was still glad to hear a response.

“A liver,” his large, clawed hand slowly unlocked the horrifically creaky door, creating a small gap. He could distinctly hear a shaky step back from the other side. A faint light streamed through the small opening into the dark corridor. Sans saw half of a skull, a swirling two-colored pupil beneath a disheveled hood, and an elbow frozen in a defensive gesture. The air smelled of fear.

“What… liver?” came the quiet mumble.

“Delivery,” Sans replied with a satisfied rumble, extending a Spider Donut.

It reminded him of how he used to lure children into traps in his Underground with bright sweets wrappers. In any case, the sweets had never been a trick — a really nice scream. He wasn’t a complete fiend.

Dust looked unusually bewildered. But he took the donut. What a good boy. Sans's hand itched to pat him on the head. But he had to hold back.

“Knock. I’m usually here. I’ll open up and help if you need it.”

Dust didn’t knock. It was as if he had completely evaporated. The need to find him and make sure he was okay left Sans restless. But there was no shuffling around and emptying the stock of strong alcohol in the kitchen either. Not for a while.

One calm day, early in the morning, Sans woke up to the sound of something falling outside the door. Could that be considered a knock? Yes? Definitely, yes.

Dust lay there without lights in his eye sockets, like an old, slippery, dusty rag that had wiped up a puddle of absinthe and hadn’t been wrung out properly. Sans took him in. He stripped off the stale Dust's clothes and the only remaining slipper, wrapping the unconscious bones in a blanket. After a moment’s thought, he brought an orange and a glass of water from the kitchen.

He would take care of him.

***

Sans stared blankly at the bare bones, unsure of what to do with himself. Scored with scars and illuminated by the poisonous crimson of the target's soul, they couldn't hide the gentle curvature at the joints. The light, elegant rib cage, with its lovely splay of collarbones, emphasized the fragility of the shoulders. The spinous processes of the vertebrae, unlike the others on the team, were not spiky like a gnawed fish spine but rounded, like feathers on a bird of prey. He had forbidden himself to look below the lumbar region of the spine, but even so, he counted three large vertebrae. The black tears of hatred, it turned out, concealed the subtle differences in the facial bones and jaw. Until that moment, Sans hadn't realized how nearsighted he was. Not just him, but everyone on their team of world evil.

Killer tilted his(?) head questioningly at Sans's confusion. The shattered radius seemed to bother him(?) not at all, just as the broken false ribs didn’t; he(?) was playfully swinging his(?) legs while sitting on the table amid the rubble of bones, like an unfinished cookie. A bit of bandaging and some healing food. That was all. Sans managed it in a couple of minutes, under the mocking, uncomfortable squint of the chocolate-black voids of eye sockets.

It was a pity that sorting out mixed feelings wouldn’t be so easy. He was somewhat old-fashioned about such matters. Sans was so flustered that he didn’t ask anything or request to cover up. Why did none of the guys react to—

But on the other hand, Sans reacted normally to other variations of himself. Himself who killed his brother. Himself with four tentacles. Himself in a blue neck scarf. Himself as a creator, himself as a destroyer. Why did he only short-circuit at the thought of himself

as a girl?

Their kind had weak sexual dimorphism, and the presence of an ecto-body reduced the natural sex to something akin to hair color, essentially a joke. It was a remnant, considering the overall bisexuality. In his time in Horrortale, there had been other skeletal beings — not that Sans “shared a closet” with any of them — who helped him a lot by looking after Papyrus and providing both brothers with an education when their father to vanish into Core oblivion. At the very least, he knew how the females of their kind differed from the males (a couple of anatomy atlases from the Surface had lived under his bed throughout puberty).

Sans decided to observe.

All previous interactions with Killer had not revealed any concern: his(?) clothing was unremarkable, he(?) didn’t try to cover his(?) nudity (Sans realized he hadn’t really noticed nothing during those times), he(?) spoke firmly in the masculine form, teasing without hesitation. Even the tone of his(?) voice (Sans had to listen closely to all the nonsense that came out of that voice) hinted at nothing. The only thing that distinguished him was his(?) fighting style, where Killer preferred to use his(?) natural flexibility and show off in close combat, impervious to pain. And, damn, it was beautiful. Inventive. Next to Killer's deadly tango, Horror felt like a clumsy bear.

The others also didn’t react. Only Cross occasionally grumbled about the need to constantly heal Killer’s fractures, to which the latter shrugged, saying, “It’s so you can touch me a little more, Crossy.” Dust was irritated to the point of cracking with barely restrained magic. Their LV didn’t allow for any other kind of communication.

It became amusing that in all their variations of unfortunsanse outcomes, the conversation about pistils and stamens would only be his. Nightmare clearly had no intention of changing the current state of affairs. Although Sans had seen how disapproving he looked at the flirting from his protégé. To be honest, he himself also looked at it disapprovingly — Lord of Negativity was too old for Killer.

In the end, Sans resigned himself. Killer had socialized as a guy for too long, so even the sudden news that his body was somehow different and that he had to behave differently wouldn’t affect much. If someone suddenly told to Sans, “Hey, buddy, you have feminine bones,” he would shrug it off and do nothing. But Killer could throw something unexpected (in a bad way) in response. So he needed to take his gentlemanly instincts and shove them far up his backside.

Killer was a guy. Conversations about his body being female wouldn’t change anything — they were, for star's sake, made of bones that were covered in magic when it was really needed, with open interpretations the rest of the time. Case closed. Apparently, the long-simmering tension made him worry about trivial matters.

“Been a while since you ran from me, big guy,” Killer said, playing with a knife. “Thought I’d lost my charm with you.”

Sans snorted softly. He had only been thinking about him these past few days.

“I haven’t fought in a long time.”

“Ah, that’s it. Then…” His bored expression shifted to childlike joy. “Hi there! I’m Kill the Killer! Want a little LOVE from me? I share it through my little, pointy ‘friendly knives’!” And with a laugh, he launched magical attacks that appeared in the air, not particularly aiming.

***

Lord of Negativity was strange.

But that was somewhat pleasing, as he didn’t respond to “Sans.” And his brother didn’t respond to “Papyrus.” The body made of black sludge was strange too. Theoretically, it was the same substance that flowed from Killer's eye sockets, which explained the latter's attraction: a part of the substance inside him longed to reunite with its source. Or something like that.

The only thing that was not strange, but rather predictable, was the aura of negativity that followed him like a cool trail, displacing even the feverish, biting whispers of their colorful company’s common LV. When it was nearby, breathing felt easier. Dust relaxed his tense shoulders. The trails of eternal tears from Killer dried up. Only Cross became more serious, but he revered Nightmare.

It was no secret that he simply fed off them during such moments.

Well, so what — he didn’t consume regular food, so everyone just benefited at dinner. And dinners were always communal since Nightmare always gave instructions for the next day if there were any. He didn’t make his presence known every time, but judging by the feeling of relief, he was always nearby. Sometimes, Sans felt like he was even сhecking on their well-being during such visits. The feeling of being Checked could have just been a figment of his imagination.

“I don’t need you worrying about your problems,” Nightmare said authoritatively when he sealed their deal. “Just take care of my instructions. I take you, your world takes the food.”

At that time, his words sounded like selling one’s soul to pure evil, which doesn’t keep promises. And he agreed to it simply because everything that gave him the strength to survive was dying in his hands, turning hopes and dreams to dust. But the longer he worked under his patronage, the clearer it became that putting Lord of Negativity's concerns above his own was the best means of achieving any other goals and desires. He wasn’t senseless evil; rather, he was a spectrum from chaotic to lawful and was a personality.

It wasn’t an act of love or care.

For a knife to attack your opponent, its tip must be pointed where you want it to go. If it looks elsewhere, you’ll miss. If the knife is dull, you’ll waste your strength. If you apply constant pressure to it, the knife will break, and you’ll be left unarmed. Also, butter knives are bad for chopping trees, and axes are for social receptions.

Nightmare solved their problems if it truly required his intervention. He taught them tactics and strategy, kept the necessary books on the lower shelves (even if it contradicted the library system), and personally trained them. He gave them personal time and time for healing if it was needed. He didn’t send them on missions if it didn’t suit their abilities.

In other words, he replaced their goals with his own, didn’t let them dull, and didn’t pressure them more than necessary. A delightful approach.

And Sans was devoted to him out of gratitude.

Dream's arrows were no more dangerous to him than usual. You could say he took only half the damage from them, just like any normal skeleton*. And he calmly caught them mid-flight with his bare hands or…

“Wow, big guy, you’re completely insane!” Killer sounded genuinely enthusiastic, encouraging his ego with a peculiar compliment.

His admiration warmed the soul pleasantly, like a fletching of pure positivity warmed his mouth. The magical arrow crunched like glass under the pressure of his teeth.

Dream looked flustered. Blue and Dust even paused their fight to see how the half-broken arrow vanished into cool blue sand in the air along with Sans's 5 HP. For Nightmare, it would have taken comically more.

Horrortale made all parts of the body weapons, so there was nothing strange about utilizing everything available for Lord of Negativity. Magic wasn’t as fast.

And by protecting Nightmare, he was primarily protecting everything most precious in his life, which Nightmare also protected.

However strange that may sound.

Notes:

Horror: Well, I would be quite hot in a female body. Killer: Flirting with a 500-year-old surströmming. Horror: Damn

- In games, skeletons often have resistance to swords or arrows

[agerefandom]

Agerefandom 2022 Masterpost

This is a belated collection of my content from 2022! If you’re interested, here are the previous years: 2021 and 2020! 

In 2020, I wrote eighteen fics: In 2021, I wrote twenty-two. In 2022, I only wrote five full fanfictions, but that’s probably because I was writing so many more headcanons this year! Here are the fanfictions I wrote last year: 

Angels At The Window (Hazbin Hotel, caregivers!Charlie and Vaggie, regressor!Reader) As Sleeping Amber  (Phantom of the Opera, regressor!Erik, caregiver!Christine)  Flourishing In Sunlight  (Avatar: The Last Airbender, postcanon, regressor!Katara, careiver!Zuko)  Fancy Tuna and Frantic Texts  (Ouran High School Host Club, regressor!Haruhi, caregivers!Tamaki and Kyoya)  Natasha Is Young (Great Comet of 1812, regressor!Natasha, caregiver!Helene)

In 2020, I wrote thirty-two headcanon posts! In 2021, that went down to nineteen, but in 2022 I wrote forty-three headcanon sets! 

regressor!Gary King (World’s End)  caregiver!Jareth (Labyrinth)  regressor!Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel)  flip!Sans (Horrortale)  regressor!Adam/creature (Frankenstein)  caregiverse!Sundrop and Moondrop (FNAF Security Breach)  regressor!Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)  regressor!Severus Snape (Harry Potter) caregiver!Pennywise (It)  caregvier!Annabelle Crane (Magnus Archives)  regressor!Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice musical) regressor!Jade Harley (Homestuck) caregiver!V (V for Vendetta)  caregiver!Val Frizzle (Magic School Bus)  regressor!Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls)  caregiver!Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)  caregiver!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)  caregiver!13th Doctor (Doctor Who)  regressors!Anna and Elsa (Frozen)  regressor!Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)  caregiver!Count Dooku (Star Wars)  caregiver!Caleb Widogast (Critical Role)  caregivers!Ruby and Sapphire (Steven Universe)  regressor!Dana Scully (X-Files)  regressor!Victor Frankenstein (Frankenstein)  regressor!Stevonnie (Steven Universe)  caregiver!Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars)  regressor!Sam Winchester (Supernatural)  regressor!10th Doctor with caregiver!Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)  regressor!Eleven (Stranger Things)  regressor!Bea and caregiver!Mae (Night In The Woods)  regressor!Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)  regressor!Yuri (Doki Doki Literature Club)  regressor!Sayori (Doki Doki Literature Club)  regressor!Natsuki (Doki Doki Literature Club) 

Disney Caregivers Gaston (Beauty and the Beast)  Belle (Beauty and the Beast)  Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarves)  Bruno (Encanto)  Tiana and Naveen (Princess and the Frog)  Oogie Boogie (Nightmare Before Christmas)  Ariel (The Little Mermaid)  Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet) 

Under the ‘keep reading’ I’ve collected links to my thirteen favourite moodboards from the seventy-three I made in 2023, and some of my favourite art and edits as well! 

Favourite Moodboards: 

caregiver!V 

regressor!Will Graham

regressor!Dipper Pines

regressor!Erik/Phantom

regressor!Peter Parker

regressor!Kylo Ren

caregiver!Count Dooku

regressor!Charles Xavier

regressor!Cal Strider

caregiver!Bakugou 

regressor!Shigaraki 

regressor!Noah Czerny 

caregiver!Jasper Cullen

Favourite Art/Edits: 

Tokoyami and Dark Shadow

regressor!Jade Harley

regressor!Angel and regressor!Charlie edits

regressor!Himiko Toga

regressors!Mae and Gregg

regressor!Ashton and cg!FCG

regressor!Bruno Madrigal

[rarityroo]

~ Masterlist ~

AoT (Attack on Titan)

Eren

Nothing here….

Mikasa

Movement (Mikasa Ackerman x fem!reader)

Armin

Nothing here….

Hange

Nothing here….

Levi

Nothing here….

Erwin

Nothing here….

Sasha

Nothing here….

Annie

Nothing here….

BES (Blue Eyed Samurai)

Mizu

Golden hour (Modern Mizu x gn!reader)

Content comfort (Modern Mizu x gn!reader)

MHA (My Hero Academia)

Aizawa (Eraserhead)

Dating Shōta Aizawa Hcs

Here now… (Shōta Aizawa x Gn!reader)

Tamaki (Suneater)

Nothing here….

Taishiro (Fatgum)

Nothing here….

Hizashi (Present Mic)

Nothing here….

Mirio (Lemillion)

Dating Mirio Togata Hcs

Rumi (Mirko)

Nothing here….

Mirai (Sir Nighteye)

Nothing here….

Keigo (Hawks)

Goosebumps (Keigo Takami x Gn!reader)

Dabi

Nothing here….

Creepypasta

Ticci Toby

Nothing here….

Hoodie

Nothing here….

Masky

Nothing here….

Jeff the killer

Nothing here….

Slenderman

Nothing here….

Bloody Painter

Nothing here….

Eyeless Jack

Nothing here….

YellowJackets

Misty

Nothing here….

Natalie

Nothing here….

Tai

Nothing here….

Shauna

Nothing here….

Jackie

Nothing here….

Undertale

Sans

Nothing here….

Papyrus

Nothing here….

Asgore

Nothing here….

Toriel

Nothing here….

Undyne

Nothing here….

Mettaton

Nothing here….

Napstablook

Nothing here….

Burgerpants

Nothing here….

(I write for Horrortale, Underfell, Underswap)

TADC (The Amazing Digital Circus)

Pomni

When love is enough (Pomni x Gn!reader)

Put me together again (Pomni x fem!porecelin!ballerina!reader)

After the storm, when the flowers bloom (Pomni x Gn!reader)

Lovely love (Pomni x Gn!reader)

Sweet tooth (Ragatha x fem!reader x Pomni)

Tender tears (Ragatha x fem!reader x Pomni)

I know if I’m haunting you, you must be haunting me (Pomni x Gn!reader)~ (suggestive)

A total roller coaster (Pomni x fem!reader

Kinger

Nothing here….

Caine

Nothing here….

Jax

Fumbling apologies (Jax x Fem!reader)

Darling drawings (Jax x Sibling-like!reader) platonic

Digital disharmony (Jax x Sibling!reader) platonic

Ragatha

Giving Thanks (Ragatha x Gn!reader)

Sweet tooth (Ragatha x fem!reader x Pomni)

Tender tears (Ragatha x fem!reader x Pomni)

Sleepover sweetness (Ragatha x fem!reader)

Gummigoo

Nothing here….

Zooble

Nothing here….

MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Peter Parker (Spiderman)

Nothing here….

Loki

Nothing here….

Stranger things

Steve

Nothing here….

Eddie Munson

Nothing here….

Gareth

Nothing here….

TMNT 2012 (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2012)

Leonardo

Nothing here….

Raphael

Nothing here….

Donatello

My candle light

Michelangelo

Nothing here….

Casey Jones

Nothing here….

April O’Neil

Nothing here….

Karai

Nothing here….

X-men

Logan Howlett

Nothing here….

Charles Xavier

Nothing here….

Scott Summers

Nothing here….

Kurt Wagner

Nothing here….

Gravity falls

Bill Cypher

Nothing here….

Ford pines

Nothing here…

Stan pines

Nothing here….