#skele shorts

[thornestar]

Her name is Carmella Gambian Lucreziax IV but she goes by Carm. 💀💕

[holographicbutch]

Sudden realization that if I took T for long enough I would probably end up looking like ford...

[louvay]

imagine if (modern au) arthur went to ced's house to get homework help and that's how he really starts getting to know fee

I can see Arthur not being the sharpest kid in school so he embarrassingly goes and asks for Ced’s help to which the class honor student happily invites him to his house to get some assignments out of the way. Hospitality runs in the family afterall and while Ced explains derivatives to Arthur, the latter hears a loud yet jolly voice in the back saying that they’re back followed by a big thud.

He takes a peak and sees Ced’s sister at the door who returned from lacrosse practice and dropped all her bags and equipment to the floor. The act annoys Ced who tells her to be more quiet since he is in the middle of his very first lecture with a student but Arthur chuckles at his frustration. He only saw her a few times at school, often mistaking her for Ced and though they never were in the same classes due to their grade levels, he had heard from Tine before about a certain “Fee” who helps her out during physical ed.

[jirlshi]

Why I'm the third smallest... :")

Characters Height sheet-

And closer look----

Characters, as always by

Ivy AND Fey @lime-ether

Shi @jirlshi @chill-shi

Ali @shirkshingatumadre

Catri @catribone

Den And Dravolo @dravolobones666

Phasim Hampert and Javier @phasimsigma

Sam @samael-needs-sleep / @strawbxrryidiot

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

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

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

Btw loved the headcanons you made

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

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

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

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

of course you can be 💀 <3

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

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

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

UnderTale:

Sans:

-"whatcha doin', y/n?"

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

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

-he does.

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

-not creepily, or whatever.

-he's kind of quiet the whole time.

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

-"good job, kiddo"

-goes to take a nap

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

Papyrus:

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

-literally. it fell on the floor.

"ARE THOSE MY SCISSORS??"

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

-he gives you the silent treatment after

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

UnderFell:

Red:

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

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

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

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

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

Edge:

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

-he LOVES your hair.

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

-he went through extreme grief.

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

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

UnderSwap:

Blue:

-he is SO excited.

-he thinks you'll look great!

-asks if he can help you

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

-the exact opposite of SOMEONE *cough cough* Edge

-he is the MOST supportive

Honey:

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

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

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

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

-he thinks you look pretty damn good, though

sorry some of these are short ;-;

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

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Hellows...we needs more star sanses! Requesting for these beautiful skeles in a first meeting with a fem reader, but they kinda bumped and accidentally kissed each other. UwU

pls. take ur time and take care of yourself too 💛

I'm Sorry, got stressed that ink's part didn't get saved and never touched this again- I'M SORRY TRAVELER!!

Featuring: Dream, Blue and Ink.

Masterlist

Blue

"Shit shit shit I'm late!"

You breathe heavily while running as fast as you could, you've woken up an hour later than normal, trying to get to the cafe you work in as fast as possible, this has happened before and your boss was not happy about it. You were barely even awake, since your vision was a bit dizzy from not eating breakfast and rushing, that you didn't even see the skeleton with a blue cape in your way, bumping into him and falling down.

You let out a squeak as you felt his chest hit yours, his teeth against your lips, a short kiss that you quickly broke by moving your body up, facing the monster's empty sockets as a darkish shade of blue spread all over his face.

"I'm so so so so sorry sir!!" H-here, let me help you out.."

As you got up, you extended your hand towards the unknown skeleton, which he grabbed as support to get up, passing his hands on his clothes to try and get some dust off.

"Uuh... Thanks..."

When he looked back, you were no longer standing in front of him, it took him a while to see you in a crowd running inside his favorite cafe..

Dream

Another day, another room to clean... You were taken by Nightmare as a maid, not that you had any better choice since between old guys who'd give you a tight, sexualized uniform plus giving you glares and staring at your private parts and the king of negativity who'd let you live on the palace and give you a good enough payment + an actual proper maid uniform, you didn't have to think twice, did you?

"Huh? What was that noise?"

You turned your head around not seeing anyone, yet the sound of a vase breaking certainly caught your attention, maybe it was killer and dust fighting? No.. they were on a mission.. maybe one of Killer's cats decided to roam the place and broke something? Well, whatever it was, you were the one that needed to clean it anyways.

Your footsteps echoed though the hallway, you signed seeing the broken glass on the floor, quickly grabbing your broom and sweeping it to the trash, yet you almost didn't hear heavy breathing since a figure ended up bumping into you full force, throwing both him and you on the ground, your lips smashing into his for seconds before he lifts himself up.

"Oh gosh, I'm so so so sorry! We need to get you out of this place!"

You look at him with a confused expression as he grabs your hands, lifting you up too.

"Uhh... Sir I work here.."

"What?"

"Dreamy boy come back here!"

Killer's voice was heard from the distance, the unknown skeleton looked back and started running, disappearing on the halls as you see both Killer and Dust run past you with a knife and bones on their hands.

"There isn't a normal day in this godman Castle.."

Ink

It was a beautiful day outside, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, on days like this, humans like you... Were walking home with groceries bags on your hands.

It didn't take long for you to get home, you lived some minutes from the market anyway. You unlock the door with the key, placing the bags down on the kitchen table and begin to unpack, organizing everything in their designed places.

"Fuck I forgot the eggs."

You sign, hitting your forehead with your hand as you turn around, ready to leave, were the eggs necessary now? Not really. Then why did you go to the store again? Because you knew you'd forget about them the next time.

The cashier looks at you confused and holds back a giggle when he sees you carrying the box of eggs on your hands, scanning your card and asking if you want a bag, which you decline, it's just some eggs, they really aren't that heavy, he smiles and wishes you a good day for the second time.

You were getting close to your house, you smiled, thinking about getting back in your pj's and watching cartoons all day, or maybe playing some video games..

Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a skinny skeleton running against you, bumping into your body making you trip and fall, his teeth ended up pressed against your lips, yet the kiss was broken quickly as he lifted himself off you.

"Heh, not even taking me to dinner first?"

He giggles as you look to your right, seeing the eggs cracked open on the stone ground.

"My eggs!! Fuck now I'll have to go back to the store again..."

You mumbled touching the open box ripped on the ground, you turn your head to look at the man, yet in his place was a note and a 5 dollar bill.

'Sorry there!' was written on the piece of paper, leaving you with five dollars and already a bad start to your morning.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

now im just gonna send ya all my papy requests lolol

okay okay, the main papyri (and the sans if ya wanna include them) turning around to their crush to see them already looking at them all love struck? like reader is very obv smitten for the skele 🥺🖤

i hope you have a good night 💤😌

Undertale Sans - He flushes really hard and quickly looks away, trying really hard to pretend he didn't see anything. Jeez, stop looking at him like that, he doesn't even know what you find him. He's not that special.

Undertale Papyrus - Well he was doing the same thing, and now he's completely busted. He straightens, slams his head on the ceiling, apologizes to the ceiling (???), and walks backward towards the exit, trying to justify himself. He's a mess.

Underswap Sans - He wiggles his non-existent eyebrows at you, making you blush to death. Busted. Blue is not hiding his interest in you and right now he feels very flirty. If you're still there in five minutes, he's coming to talk to you to embarrass you even more.

Underswap Papyrus - He yelps as he meets your eyes, and turns entirely orange. He tries to talk but no word comes out of his mouth. He then giggles nervously, his brain short-circuits and he passes out on the floor because that's too much emotion for him to handle.

Underfell Sans - He looks behind him, confused. The hell you're looking at like that? ... Wait, are you looking at him like that? Red starts to hyperventilate. Uh. That's not in the plans today. Ok, maybe he has feelings for you just a tiny bit but he's for sure not ready to confess, and now he's slightly panicking. He's frozen.

Underfell Papyrus - He tries really hard to act like he doesn't see it but his face is turning redder and redder and it's actually very difficult to hide it. Eventually, he screams at you to stop starring at him, but his voice is so unconfident it sounds all weird.

Horrortale Sans - ... You want his cookie? He gives you his cookie, pats your head, and leaves. He's not too sure why he did that but you looked like a hungry puppy so... You're going to have to try a little harder than that. Oak is still oblivious.

Horrortale Papyrus - Whatever he wanted to say dies in his throat and he just stays there, staring at you, a finger in the air. Uuuuuh... What was he saying again? He has no idea. He can't think anymore actually. Could you stop looking at him like that? You're disturbing him.

Swapfell Sans - Monologue stops. He stops his sentence mid-word and stares at you for a solid two minutes, completely silent. What? Why you're looking at him that way? Why can't he think normally anymore? Stop that, he doesn't like it! If you're a witch or something, that's not funny!

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh? Are you staring at his bones? Rus smirks, and then randomly takes off his top clothes. You blush in shock as he starts to wiggle his body like a dying Moldsmal. You're both attracted and extremely cringed somehow.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Oh he doesn't mind. He knows he is extremely sexy and attractive, that's ok, you can stare. He understands. It's difficult to realize you can never reach that level of perfection in your life, he can understand you needing time to grief the loss.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He flushes immediately. Uh. Ok. Uh. ... Why are you staring at him like that? Does he has something on his face or... Can you... Can you please stop that? That's a solid two minutes now, he's starting to get a little freaked out. Are you ok?

[pupp0ccino]

Y do ur skeles have big bellies?

Multiple reasons actually !!! :33

1 the powers of an ecto body are unlimited and can be anything that the artist desires it to be. I love adding body diversity between the sans aus and making them into their own person

2 I like drawing curvy and chubby bodies because I myself am very naturally curvy and midsized. I also just think chub is pretty in general

3 Sans is implied to be a plus sized character by being called "big boned" and is commonly described as a short fat lazy skeleton. So ofc if he had ecto he's most likely going to be chubby

4 because I can ! >_<

[thehypnone]

Replenishment

WC: 3k

Relationship: Mountain/Rain

Tags: POTS Rain, Puppy Play, Subspace, Passing Out, Medical Kink (If You Squint), Praise Kink, Sweat Kink, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Riding, Creampie

What helps Rain when he’s feeling a fainting spell coming, when he’s already down or when he’s coming out of it is something salty. And, oh, Mountain is plenty salty after a ritual.

Notes: Commissioned by @arkeusruin, ty for enabling my service dog Mountain thoughs. Tagging @forlorn-crows, @damagedghoulette and @skele-bunny, yk why.

Read under the cut or on AO3.

The fact that Rain is, essentially, a freak is widely known all across the Abbey.

Even the siblings are well aware that if the water ghoul is attending an open orgy, the most sinful things that can come to mind and worse are going to take place. Rain never fails to make Lucifer proud with his endeavors and he loves bringing others in to aid him in his debauchery.

The fact that Mountain is just as nasty is arguably better concealed—most likely due to the earth ghoul being rather unfavorable to sexual events held in the Abbey outside of the ghouls’ den—but whenever his packmates might need a partner to use or try out a new kink with, Mountain is their go to.

One specific shared dynamic of those two only is definitely an unusual one, but it’s far from being one of their filthiest acts. Well, it depends on who you ask.

For Rain and Mountain it’s nothing more but yet another excuse to fuck that also brings additional benefits to both of them.

It’s a truly perfect arrangement.

Rain’s health issues make him tire easily, get dizzy and sometimes fully pass out on a daily basis. Touring doesn’t make it any better, of course, but it definitely does provide certain new opportunities. What helps the water ghoul when he’s feeling a fainting spell coming, when he’s already down or when he’s coming out of it is something salty.

And, oh, Mountain is plenty salty after a ritual.

Rain tends to know what he’s going to need a certain night even before the show ends. Tonight is no different and he knows exactly what to do to make sure he’s going to get his medical assistance as soon as possible.

The breaks they have between the songs are too short for him to go to the earth ghoul, his moment is before the encore. As soon as they are out of the fans’ sights, Rain pads over to Mountain—absolutely soaked in sweat by now—and leans against his side.

“I’m not feeling so good today,” he sighs, “pup.”

That one word is more than enough to make Mountain tense and his cock to give an interested twitch. He looks down at Rain and nods just before they have to go back on stage to play the last three songs.

Just three songs, thankfully. Mountain doesn’t think he could do more than that now. Rain is powerful enough to make his mind start slipping away and cock chubbing up with a single word and that’s exactly what’s happening to the poor ghoul caged behind his kit, running over the songs purely on muscle memory.

Soon enough he’s playing out the frantic ending of Square Hammer and the show is over.

He and Rain never stand next to each other during bows, separated by two or three ghouls and Papa, and it’s a mystery if it’s for better or worse. Of course their places aren’t assigned at random and even though every other ritual a ghoul changes the order, Rain and Mountain never do. Not on their own accord, at least.

If they stood together now, the earth ghoul would either pounce, mount and fuck Rain right there on stage, or he’d hold him up with care and keep him from collapsing. Albeit, Mountain isn't the only one easily overcome with animalistic need. The water ghoul, had he only more energy left in him after exerting himself on stage for two hours, would jump the taller ghoul and sink his teeth into his flesh just as eagerly.

What does actually happen, though, is Rain falling into Mountain’s arms the second they’re off-stage and promptly passing out. It’s no surprise to anyone and no ghoul or roadie gets bothered or worried. The earth ghoul whines quietly as he scoops up his packmate’s limp form—always despising any kind of hurt befalling his fellow ghouls—but he knows what to do. His cock stirs in anticipation already.

Mountain carries Rain to one of the dressing rooms assigned to them—with how the Ghost project has grown over the last few years they finally don't all have to cram in a single nasty one—and lays him down on an empty couch with all the care in the world. The water ghoul always looks so fragile in his arms like that.

At this point Rain isn’t just unconscious as a result of a medical episode. Mountain knows by now that he slips from that to a just as deep sleep. A short power nap, as Swiss tends to call it.

The earth ghoul takes care of his resting packmate; undressing him, wiping down the sweat from his body and covering his bottom half in a cooling blanket. He doesn’t do any of that to himself before settling himself right over Rain, pressing him into the couch. He doesn’t wake—not yet—and so Mountain does what he usually does in such circumstances: nuzzles his wet face into Rain’s neck and waits.

He tunes in to listen to his heartbeat and his breathing to know when it is time to move. The short rest that Mountain himself gets like this is enough for his mind to slip further away, leaving not much more than a mindset of an equally horny as he is cuddly puppy that is eager to help his packmate regain his strength. After all, he’s going to need it for what always comes after.

The earth ghoul lifts his head and nudges Rain’s cheek with the tip of his nose. Upon receiving no reaction whatsoever, Mountain grumbles and lolls out his now-unglamored tongue.

He starts at Rain’s nose, licking the remnants of the bitter face paint off of it. He moves on to his chin, the corner of his mouth, his cheekbones, and soon enough the earth ghoul is licking all over his face.

It succeeds in making Rain wake up.

“Oh, Lucifer,” he giggles goofily, realizing his face is covered in spit. “Hi, pup.”

Mountain trills and the water ghoul can see his tail wagging behind him. Adorable.

“Good boy, taking care of me so well,” Rain praises as he reaches up to run his fingers through the other’s sweaty hair and scratch at the base of his horn. The earth ghoul can’t help but wiggle on top of him at the pleasurable sensation and his movement jabs something into Rain’s thigh.

Right.

“Oh, you’re so hard already, pup.”

Mountain whines and his eyes droop as if in shame; as if he forgot about his predicament. Truth be told, he just might have.

“That’s okay,” Rain chuckles, solidifying his words with an affectionate pat on his ass. “You took such good care of me, you deserve a reward. And I still have to take something from you, remember?”

The earth ghoul buries his face in his packmate’s chest to hide his blush.

“‘Course you do. Alright, come on, pup, get up. Let’s get that dick wet.”

Well, it’s not like Mountain can—or wants, for that matter—to say no, can he? He scrambles to crouch between Rain’s legs instead of sitting on them and lets the water ghoul sit up against the back of the couch, too. Rain needs a moment for his vision to clear—his body not a fan of a vertical position—and when it does he sees Mountain’s excited face right in front of his own. His head is cocked to the side, the curious puppy that he is.

“Take your pants off and sit here on the blanket,” the water ghoul says. “Good job keeping your shirt on, pup.”

A pleasant shiver goes down Mountain’s spine at the praise. He obliges and gets rid of his pants; socks long forgotten already. His cock springs out fully hard, red and sticky at the tip. Rain can’t help but tut at him when it hits his stomach and smears pre on his shirt. A thing to worry about later.

The water ghoul pulls off his boxers before crawling over to straddle Mountain’s lap, trapping both of their cocks between their bodies. The glistening sheen of sweat on the earth ghoul’s neck makes Rain’s mouth water and he goes to unbutton and open his shirt. He can’t wait to get a taste, too.

“Can you grab both of us, pup?” he asks. Mountain chuffs and nods as he goes to wrap one of his big hands around both their dicks. Rain’s not fully hard just yet, but it will change soon enough. “Good boy, yeah, make me hard, too.”

The earth ghoul obliges; he picks up a slow pace of up and down strokes, mixing and smearing their pre down their shafts with each one. Rain smirks—pleased—and reaches behind himself and under his tail to rub his hole. It’s already plenty slick and he sinks one long finger in right away, sighing at the subtle, but pleasurable nonetheless, stretch and prospect of fullness.

He leans forward to get a better angle, resting his forehead on Mountain’s shoulder. The water ghoul adds a second finger as he stares down at his cock being squeezed next to Mountain’s in his fist. “Good pup.”

The earth ghoul mewls and squeezes them together, pulling a breathy little moan out of Rain, too. He stretches himself fast, adding a third finger already; he’s nothing if not a size queen loving a good stretch with just the perfect hint of pain.

He tenses the tired muscles of his back and arches it further, pushing his chest against Mountain’s; his sweat making them truly glue themselves together and the hair on the earth ghoul’s chest is perfectly rough against Rain’s nipples. He hums in approval and thrusts his fingers in and out of his slick hole, getting slicker with every second that passes. He crooks them inside just enough to tease himself with a featherlight touches right over his prostate.

The angle isn’t especially favorable, though, and the water ghoul’s arm and back start to hurt even more than they already did after the show; both threatening to cramp.

Rain takes a deep breath, willing his muscles to relax, and it finally makes him realize there’s a perfect little puddle of sweat right by his face; in the hollow above Mountain’s collarbone. The water ghoul figures he has denied himself his treat long enough.

He opens his mouth and dips the tip of his tongue into the puddle, groaning as salt and the taste of Mountain explode on his taste buds. His cock kicks in the other’s grip and once Rain got that first taste there’s no pausing or going back.

The water ghoul pulls his fingers out of himself and moves his hands to dig his claws into Mountain’s arms before he rises up on his knees. Rain’s cock springs out of Mountain’s slick hand, but he keeps a firm enough hold on his own for the other to smoothly sink down onto it. “Hold it still for me, pup.”

He moans wantonly when the fat head of Mountain’s cock breaches his hole and he goes down slowly, inch by inch, breathing heavily through the stretch—a feeling balancing on the very thin line between pleasure and pain. He can feel Mountain’s thighs shake with his struggle not to buck up into him. Not yet, at least.

“Good boy, so–so patient,” Rain pants into his neck and finally the earth ghoul’s dick is fully buried inside him; his fat balls snug against the base of Rain’s tail. He feels so full he can’t breathe, as if Mountain is taking the space his lungs need to expand to take a breath. Were he ever presented with a choice, Rain knows what he would choose.

The water ghoul gives them both a moment, rolling his hips ever so slightly—just enough for his ass to adjust. Mountain whines pathetically, pawing clumsily at his packmate’s back. At least his claws are still glamored; while Rain is not opposed in the slightest to having his back shredded during a good time, now is not the time.

He inhales the rich smell of the earth itself and he could sob as his senses are overflown by nothing but the essence of Mountain’s being and all the affection he holds for him. Rain tightens his hold on the other and finally lets his need fully take him. 

He lifts his hips, reveling in the slick drag of the earth ghoul’s cock inside of him, and presses the flat of his tongue against his neck to catch a perfect droplet of sweat rolling down his flushed skin as he slams his ass back down. Mountain chokes on spit and gurgles at the ungodly feeling of the tight and wet water ghoul hole engulfing his dick.

Rain is too exhausted to ride him properly; he eases up after a few bounces, but the eager earth ghoul that’s still so full of energy was just waiting for an opportunity to thrust up into the packmate sitting on his cock and looking pretty.

Mountain holds Rain close to his chest as he fucks him like a glorified fleshlight. The water ghoul doesn’t care—doesn’t mind. All he needs and wants is right there and he can lick away at all the sweat covering his packmate’s body to his heart’s content.

And that is exactly what he’s planning on doing.

Rain cleans his neck up to his sharp jawline, nipping at it with a fang just to hear the earth ghoul whimper. He stretches his neck and dips under his ear, licks along the shell of it, sucks the lobe into his mouth. He licks across his chest, moaning at the rough texture of hair under his tongue. He shoves his nose under his armpit and licks it all around until all he can taste is his own saliva again. Until Mountain is clean.

Sinful noises keep spilling from the earth ghoul’s hung-open mouth one by one, flowing straight into Rain’s ears. He straightens up—as much as he can while still being pounded into—and puts his hands on Mountain’s cheeks, holding his face like the most precious gem.

It is.

Mountain opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to choke something out, but only growls, moans and whines come out.

“Shhh, don’t force it, pup,” Rain whispers to soothe him, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone. He knows the earth ghoul doesn’t always like the way his words escape him when he’s in such a headspace, with nothing but need coursing through him.

“K–k–kiss,” he finally manages after a little while and just about squeezes Rain’s heart with that single word.

“Of course, Mounty,” he mutters with a gentle smile before leaning in and pressing his lips against Mountain’s. It’s chaste, but just for a second; their shared desperation quickly overpowering the softness. There’s going to be time for that later—the earth ghoul is not going to let Rain move away for even a second through the night.

The way to their respective climaxes is not slow, but it’s steady; a slow buildup of sensations causing pleasure and getting them closer and closer to a tipping point. They’re both in a rush and have all the time in the world. There’s a curfew and they must be dangerously nearing it by now, but they don’t care. Nothing matters as long as Rain’s safe in Mountain’s arms with the other buried deep inside him.

It’s their way.

But this is something that must, inevitably, come to an end. A pleasurable one, at least. Rain can hear Mountain’s whines getting louder and rising in pitch, he can feel his balls draw up where they lay heavy between his legs. He’s not doing much better himself—breathless, dizzy and leaking.

“C’mon, pup,” Rain pants in encouragement, “c’mon, fill me up. I know you want to.”

It’s all the earth ghoul needs. He cries out a high moan and tenses up as he comes, following Rain’s order.

The other can’t do the same just yet, though. No, he needs more.

He always needs more.

As Mountain pumps copious amounts of cum into him, the water ghoul takes the sopping wet collar of the shirt that’s still hanging off of him into his mouth and sucks, draining the sweat out of it and gulping it down like the finest wine.

That’s what makes his orgasm crush into him like a freight train.

It’s the possibility of indulging in yet another way of drinking from the source that is his beloved packmate’s body. Something he’s endlessly hungry for and yet is not worried about ever starving.

He knows that Mountain loves him and needs him as fiercely. He’s showing it by giving up control and letting Rain do whatever he wants him to do and take whatever he wants from him. By giving all of himself up for him.

The water ghoul sags once he’s painted the other’s stomach pearly white, going boneless in his arms. He holds him tightly; both protective and possessive and Rain knows it’s safe to close his eyes for a moment.

He floats for a while, but returns to his mostly-conscious state by the time Mountain’s cock softens and he eases his grip on the smaller ghoul. Rain’s cheek is smushed into the earth ghoul’s shoulder, his eyes are closed and his breath is even. Mountain chirps questioningly and delivers an adorably tiny little lick to Rain’s nose.

“‘M awake, pup,” the water ghoul sighs and squeezes his arm for good measure, “but I don’t think I can do any more walking today. Can you carry me back to the bus or should I call Swiss?”

Mountain rumbles low in his chest at the mention of another ghoul and tightens his arms around Rain. Right, he belongs solely to his pup tonight.

“Alright, alright,” the water ghoul chuckles, “just a few more minutes.”

The earth ghoul trills and leans down to rub his cheek against Rain’s and lick him affectionately here and there. He can’t help but smile at how adorable he is. “Good boy, Mounty. You’re such a good boy for me, pup.”

Mountain’s tail wags so hard it rattles the whole couch.

[xxspirit]

Heyo! Do you by chance have a reference sheet for Camellia?

(I’m gathering some ref sheets for Zel)

Hi! So yes- I have this one…

Buuuut yknow looking back it’s really old and I have kinda changed up his design a bit- and it’s insanely long for a reference “sheet”-

So I made ANOTHERONE :D

And since I also need to give more of his lore, that will be below 👇 (And also responding to other asks I’ve gotten that relates to this)

1) So first off Swap was the one who was really wanted a child. He asked Dream about it, and Dream agreed.

2) Buut they didn’t reallly know how to-( I realized most of these guys are made accidentally lol ), but before going to ask for help they still tried to do it on their own.

3) They took a little bit of their magic, barely enough to affect them, literally pushed these two magical flames together and boom it made a green little flame!1!

4) and that’s literally all it was(for a while), just a green flame, didn’t have a face or anything and it seemed rather small. They left it to grow for about a month and it did grow a bit, developing into an imperfect soul. This soul was relatively smaller than the average monster’s soul, and a tiny part of it was chipped off. They didn’t worry too much, thinking it was still growing, but this was the stopping point for this soul, it didn’t grow anymore and showed no signs that this soul would be able to develop its own body.

5) Now both of them a bit worried, they went to Ink for help cause like who else would they go to- Ink doesn’t really know exactly how to make these guys either, but they all tried to think of ideas of what was the problem and how to fix it.

6) Ink came up with an idea to create a body for the soul to control and Swap and Dream agreed with his idea.

7) The idea worked and the end Swap and Dream got their baby!!!

here are silly doodles to help explain-

And regarding these asks I’ve had- for a while—

I took so long because I didn’t know myself- I never really considered what he was like as a baby, but to answer these asks, Yes- for a short while he was a little light-flame thingy technically, but it was a bit different. Since Camellia really doesn’t have his own body, when he was just this little ball of magic he didn’t have a face or anything, it was literally just a ball of magic, then later this magic grew into a soul rather than a soulless being.

And then once he did get this body, it just somehow magically grows with him IDK-I didn’t know how to make this part really work-out so it’s just magic and imagination at this point x(

So yes- he was both technically a litol ball and a skele

Here is a rough doodle of his growth:

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Tenth Drink Free- Chapter 2

Chapter 2/10- Star Taglist: @skele-bunny @rain-loves-scallops @dewphomet

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Second chapter let’s fucking goooooo In this one I’m gonna delve more into Dew’s mind, his backstory, and his (frankly awful) mental health. Oh and he’s going to jork his peanits in the shower. Warning for mentions of/allusions to self-harm and self-destructive behavior.

“You seem excited.” Rain remarks, draping himself over the back of the couch with a smug grin. Dew looks up from his cereal to glare at him.

“What gave you that impression?” He asks.

“You’re up before 10, you don’t have anything on your calendar for today, and you’ve got the closing shift tonight. There must be something going on that you’re excited for.” Rain counts off on his fingers. “Ooooh, have you got a date?”

(Read the rest below or on AO3)

“Why do you care?” Dew grumbles. “Looking for gossip? Wondering if I’m still single?”

“Oh, I know you’re still single. I’m just checking in on you. As a friend.” Rain bats his stupidly long eyelashes at Dew. “What’s so important that it got you out of bed at the ungodly hour of 9:24 in the morning?”

Dew knew the reason, he’d spent most of his afternoon and evening the previous day agonizing over Big Sexy like a schoolkid with a crush. He’d analyzed every word of their short conversation and picked apart every glance, trying to glean whatever subtext he could from it. THEN he’d had a particularly exciting dream that woke him up at 6. After about 45 minutes of vigorously jerking it, he’d given it a rest after his third orgasm. At that point he was too awake to go back to sleep so he’d just busied himself with various little tasks until he got hungry enough to venture out.

“Fucked my sleep schedule.” He shrugs.

“At least you fucked something.” Rain remarks, turning back around and plopping himself back on the couch. “I’m getting ready for class.”

“Well good for you. Enjoy your boring-ass lecture, I’ll be here writing music and playing video games.” Dew sniffs.

“Enjoy that, I guess. Hope you like that coffee shop.” Rain snips back.

The words stung a bit, even though they’re nothing Dew hadn’t heard- or thought -before. He’d escaped his small town by bus on his eighteenth birthday with his guitar and just enough money to get by for a few months. By the grace of some god, Rain was looking for a roommate in the area he ended up in.

He’d managed to get a job at Cloudy Skies by borderline begging Cumulus to hire him at his interview. It wasn’t entirely manipulation, he’d had a long day and had been rejected from five jobs in the past week. It was nearing the end of the month and his portion of rent was due soon and he was afraid he’d be forced to sell his beloved guitar. He couldn’t help breaking down when Cumulus asked about his lack of past employment. He still felt guilty for it, even though it was six years ago.

He doesn’t realize how deafening his silence was until Rain’s head pops up from behind the back of the couch again.

“I’m sorry.” The other man says softly. “I didn’t mean-“

“You’re fine.” Dew reassures him. “It’s… well, you know. A bit sore.”

“That’s fair. Sorry for bringing it up.” Rain sighs sheepishly. Dew just nods and returns his attention to his cereal.

He’d like to go to college, get a degree in music or music education, but he’s broke. His job pays enough to cover rent and groceries and medication but that doesn’t leave much left over to pay for any classes. Student loans aren’t much of an option for him either, he doesn’t have much credit and being in debt stresses him out severely. He’s scared he’ll be stuck working customer service his entire life, a starving artist overlooked by everyone.

The texture of soggy cereal in his mouth almost makes him gag. He gets up from the table and puts his bowl in the sink, heading back to his room.

The rest of the morning passes normally once Dew cheers himself up again. He even manages to snag the pedal he was after (granted, for a little more than what he’d limited himself to spend, but whatever). He then celebrates by parking himself on the living room couch with a family sized bag of Takis and a controller and dedicates the next few hours to Resident Evil.

Eventually Dew gets bored and wanders back to his room to get dressed for work. He finds himself actually caring about his outfit for once. He settles on celestial-patterned skinny jeans and a black and red button-up shirt. He’s even compelled to slap on some eyeliner.

He realizes halfway through the eyeliner application process that he might be doing this in case he sees Aether again. He groans, drops his makeup pencil on the desk, and leans back to stare at the ceiling. He was too old to be having a crush. He had more important things to worry about. He wasn’t in high school anymore, putting on his best “pastor’s daughter” act and fluttering his eyelashes at the football team captain. That guy turned out to be an asshole anyway.

“Come on.” Dew grumbles. “You are a grown ass man.” He knows the drill- be infatuated by someone for a few weeks, create an idea of what they’re like in his head, finally push down his self-loathing enough to talk to them, and be disappointed by how they actually are. It’s happened too many times to count. It’d only turned out positively once- with Rain. They’d fucked a few times but decided to stay as friends, much to Dew’s relief.

He picks up the pencil again and finishes his makeup. He almost doesn’t want to see Aether again. He’d just be disappointed and go home and sulk in bed and give Rain another reason to tease him.

But he has bills to pay and a six-stringed child to care for. So he hauls his ass to Cloudy Skies, clocks in, and parks himself behind the register. He just has to get through a 5-hour shift. He can do five hours, that’s like three runthroughs of his favorite playlist.

“Hi D-dew!” Aeon chirps with a wave. Dew gives them a nod and a brief smile as he passes them in the kitchen. Aeon’s the most recent hire, a bright-eyed (well, in only one eye, the other was blind) 20-year-old computer science student working part-time. Dew doesn’t like change so he wasn’t a fan of Aeon to begin with, but they’ve grown on him. They’re like him- a weird kid trying to carve out a safe place in a scary world. He’d taken them under his wing as soon as he’d gotten used to having another person in the shop. He’d almost torn Swiss a new asshole the only time he dared to mock their stutter.

Dew glances around to make sure Cirrus wasn’t around and pops in one of his shitty wireless earbuds. Some music would make his shift a tiny bit more bearable. The opening notes of Toxicity filter through the tinny speaker of the earbud and he sighs with relief.

The afternoon crowd of students begin to flood into the shop and he’s quickly busy making drinks and heating up pastries. Sunny joins him behind the counter to help, thankfully.

He’s so busy with work that he doesn’t notice Aether has entered until he’s staring at that glorious chest with- dear lord, his shirt is unbuttoned an absolutely slutty amount.

”Hey, what can I get fOr you?” Dew’s voice cracks and he inwardly cringes.

”Hi, can I have a, um-“ Aether looks down at his hand. Dew sees smudged purple ink creeping over the side of his palm. “Cold brew with hazelnut syrup? Large, please.”

The same thing as last time- Dew’s own recommendation. His heart flutters. Stop it.

He grabs a large cold cup and jots down the order- and Aether’s name- before punching it into the register. “Yep. Anything else?”

”That’s it, thank you.” Aether smiles and Dew notices his crooked teeth. Fucking adorable. Jesus, stop it. You’re on the clock. 

“That’s $5.06.” Dew manages to get out. He takes the cash Aether hands over, along with the punch card. The hole punch today is a star. The heart-shaped hole from last time taunts him.

”I’ll have that right out for you.” He tells Aether as he hands the card over and slides the cup into the queue waiting to be filled. He allows his eyes to linger for a second on Aether’s absolutely perfect ass as he leaves before he turns to serve the next customer.

Between taking orders and making drinks, Dew sneaks glances over at where Aether’s decided to sit. He’s pulled out a laptop covered in stickers and seems to be studying. He’s wearing glasses, much to Dew’s delight (followed by annoyance) and his brows are slightly furrowed. Goddamnit. Out of all the people to have a puppy crush on it had to be a customer. Fucking amazing, thank you brain.

When Dew ventures into the back to take his break, he’s cut off by a very smug-looking Swiss leaning against the counter.

”So.” The man starts. “Sunny told me you have a crush.”

”Well, she’d be wrong. I don’t have crushes.” Dew ducks under his arm and makes a beeline for the back door. How did she know already? What the actual fuck?

”If you say so.” Swiss shrugs. Dew slams the back door before he can continue.

He eyes the brick wall, wondering if it’s worth it to punch. He’s gotta get his annoyance out somehow before he snaps at someone. He settles for kicking it instead. It only relieves his tension a little bit.

Dew digs his pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sparks one up. The acrid smell calms him despite burning his nostrils. He hates the taste and smell of cigarettes but at least it’s something he can rely on to calm him. Vaping just doesn’t bring the same satisfaction- he’s tried. He knows he’s gotta quit but he’d just turn to other bad habits to replace it. He’s convinced himself it’s a form of harm reduction.

Dew grinds his teeth together. He’s thinking about his emotions again. He can’t afford to sink into self-pity again. He needs to pull himself together before he starts crying. He hasn’t cried in years and he’s not about to start now. Especially not at work.

His cig is only half-finished but he stubs it out anyway and heads back inside. A glass of water and a mint rinse the taste out of his mouth and he takes his place at the big industrial sink in the kitchen for dish duty. He’s glad he doesn’t have to interact with customers for the rest of his shift. As much as he’d like to ogle Aether, it’s probably best if he takes his mind off him.

He scrubs pans and mugs and plates and utensils and baking tools until his forearms burn and turns up his music. He estimates his playlist has cycled through about two and a half times by the time Sunny taps him out at the sink.

“Stop spreading gossip about me.” He tells her, a bit harsher than he intended it to be. “Swiss is gonna be on my case for months, you know how he is.”

“Maybe you should get off your ass and ask him out. It’s the big guy, button up shirt, nice piercings, right?” Sunny grins at him and flutters her eyelashes. “He’s hot. Might have to make a move if you don’t.”

Dew sighs. “I don’t have a crush. Yeah, he’s hot, but I’ve got no desire to date him,” He hisses under his breath. The little lovesick voice in his head wails at the thought of Aether going out with someone else.

“Sounds like someone who’s got a crush…” She whispers back and winks at him. “Cir wants you to clear the pastry counter, by the way. Enjoy the view.”

Dew doesn’t dignify that last remark with an answer, only takes his earbuds out and walks over to Cirrus at the other end of the kitchen. She looks up from jotting notes on her clipboard and rubs her eyes.

“Hey Dew. Could you do me a favor and empty out the glass display?” She asks while stifling a yawn. “Sorry. Long day.”

“Understandable. I’ll get right on that.” Dew gives her a two-finger salute, which she returns. His spirits lifted somewhat at the prospect of first dibs on the leftover treats, he trots back out behind the counter.

Aeon sits at the stool behind the register, sneakily tapping away at their phone. Dew bumps them with his shoulder as he passes.

“Careful. Cirrus’ll give you an earful if she sees you on your phone,” he mutters. “I swear, she acts like an overbearing mother sometimes.”

“I know. I w-would have put it away if I’d-d heard her footst-steps.” Aeon shoots him a conspiratorial grin. Dew blinks.

“You’ve memorized her footsteps?” He asks, somewhat amazed. “In three weeks of being here?”

Aeon shrugs. “I’m good at-t patterns.” They turn back down to their phone and resume tapping. Dew sneaks a peek at their screen and sees they’re filling out a Sudoku puzzle with frightening speed. He shrugs and lets them be.

The pastry display is picked clean, only a few crescent rolls and a lone muffin remain. Dew picks them out with tongs and places them on a plate. On habit he glances over to the corner where Aether sat- and still sits, to his surprise. He seems to be taking a break from studying, instead leaning back in his chair and reading a book.

Dew opens the warmer on the countertop and slides the muffin inside. He adds one of the crescent rolls after some consideration and shuts the machine. The few minutes it takes to warm up the pastries are spent wiping down counters and collecting tools to be washed.

He returns from the kitchen and slides the baked goods from the warmer onto a plate. He hesitates, takes a deep breath, and walks out into the seating area.

Aether looks up as he approaches, pushing his glasses up to his forehead with a tired smile.

“We’re closing in around twenty minutes.” Dew lowers his voice a bit, glancing at the few other people in the shop. “Thought you might want some leftover snacks. Don’t tell anyone.” He smiles and sets the plate next to Aether’s laptop.

“Oh, awesome. I was just wondering what I was gonna have for dinner.” The man smiles with those adorable crooked teeth. “Thanks for the heads up. And the food.”

“‘Course.” Dew smiles back, stomach doing flips. He sneaks a peek at Aether’s book- it’s a well-worn paperback with… two shirtless men on the cover. Well, that answered the question on whether he liked men or not. Dew actually had a chance.

He walks away to notify the other stragglers and wipe down tables. Aether only leaves five minutes before closing, waving at Dew as he did. Goddamnit he’s cute.

Dew has another cigarette on his way home to try to clear his head. He knows Rain hates the smell of smoke but he’ll shower as soon as he gets home.

The front door squeals as Dew enters the apartment, making him wince. He kicks his boots off, drops his bag, and makes his way to his room. Rain’s door is closed so he’s either gaming or jerking off. Dew fights the urge to just collapse on his bed. He knows he’ll never get up that way, and he’d rather not have aching ribs tomorrow from over-binding.

So he grabs his sleeping shirt and fresh underwear and drags himself to the bathroom. He’s out of makeup remover so he just rubs his eyes with a damp cotton pad until his eyeliner is gone. It leaves the skin raw and he winces.

The hot shower water soothes him. He closes his eyes as he massages shampoo into his hair and allows his mind to drift. It immediately goes to Big Sexy. He’s too tired to resist it- fantasizing would probably get the silly crush out of his system faster anyway.

He imagines Aether’s hands in his hair, combing through it gently as they kiss. How warm his lips would be, the scratch of his beard scruff against his neck, his large hands holding Dew’s waist, squeezing his chest, pushing his thighs open-

“Haaaaah…” Dew leans against the shower wall and tips his head back to avoid the spray. His hands explore his body- not as big as Aether’s, but he can pretend. His hand finally dips between his legs to find himself already slick and ready.

He pushes his middle and ring fingers into his cunt with a gasp. “Aether…” He pumps them in and out, imagining the bigger man’s fingers instead. The fingers of his other hand pet over his clit as he imagines Aether’s tongue in their place. Dark blue eyes look up at him through long brown eyelashes, fingers curling right up into that perfect spot, a low chuckle as Dew whines.

He imagines Aether pulling back and he whines again. “Noooooo…” Fantasy-Aether just grins, uses those big hands to flip him onto his stomach, and eases his cock into him. Dew adds two more fingers, moaning at the stretch. “Aeth- oh my god-“

Fantasy-Aether fucks him hard and deep, groaning unspeakably sexy things in Dew’s ear. Dew cums hard, thighs shaking as he clenches and flutters around his fingers. He sinks to his knees and braces his hand on the side of the bathtub as he rides out his orgasm.

“Fuck…” Dew mumbles as he washes off his hands in the now- lukewarm water. He’s embarrassed now- he just jerked off to a customer. He hasn’t technically done anything wrong, he’s free to crank it to whatever his dick desires, but he’s pretty sure he won’t be able to look Aether in the eyes for a good week. Incredibly awkward.

He gets out of the shower, dries off, and changes into pajamas. ‘Pajamas’ is pushing it though, it’s one of those T-shirts with three wolves superimposed over a full moon and forest that’s four sizes too big and boxers.

Dew returns to his room, hair still wrapped up in a towel, and collapses into bed. He’s tired from having emotions all the time. It makes him have to think about his life and if he does that too much he starts to spiral. A therapist would probably tell him to start thinking about his emotions and to stop smoking, but he doesn’t have a therapist. He’s fine as is, as long as he takes his meds. He pays too much for them anyway, he’s not gonna shell out another hundred a week for someone with a degree to tell him to breathe.

There he goes, spiraling again. Dew punches his pillow in frustration. As he rolls onto his back his eyes fall on the notebook on the floor next to his guitar.

He hasn’t journaled in years. The idea makes him want to laugh but… if he can get his thoughts out of his head and onto paper maybe they’ll leave him the fuck alone.

Dew drags himself out of bed and settles on the floor with the notebook. He chews on the cap of the pen tucked into the wire spine and hesitantly touches the tip of the pen to the page.

The next thing he knows he’s filled three pages, front and back. His handwriting is messier than usual- almost illegible- and he can barely remember what he wrote. Probably for the best.

Tearing the pages out of the notebook, Dew crumples them up and reels his arm back to toss them into his garbage can. He hesitates.

Instead, he opens one of his dresser drawers and shoves the wadded paper way into the back. It finds a home among his holey socks and empty deodorant sticks (he really should throw those out). He shoves the drawer closed a little harder than he really needs to. It feels good.

He takes his hair out of the towel and tosses it across the room. He’s too tired to put it into its usual braid, he doesn’t care if it’s frizzy tomorrow. Finally, Dew crawls under the covers with his hair still damp and goes to sleep.

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[thornestar]

Wife is enabling me! Can’t wait to put them in situations.

[derangedanomaly]

Hi, I was hoping to request a scenario with undertale bros, underfell, underswap, and horrortale. (Ignore horrortalenif itsnalready to much) and in this, reader is blind. People have the ability to heal blindness now since monsters got to the overworld because of the healing magic, but there's that 1% of people who just can't be healed. I would love to see how they would act when first meeting them and how they eventually grow to see them as best friend or lover. You can depend d if it's best friend or lover I'm fine with ether!

Thank you for reading this, and please have a nice day/afternoon! Also stay safe!

This is really interesting! Y'all are getting really creative with these scenarios. I like it! I also hope you have a nice day/afternoon, and stay safe! Enjoy! (Also, sorry for the delay)

Masterlist

UNDERTALE AUS X BLIND READER

(Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Horrortale)

Warning: mention of cannibalism in the Horrortale part (not very detailed though)

UNDERTALE

They're both so considerate of you. They want you to have absolutely no problems while walking around anywhere. (Papyrus is your own assigned shield )

They're both very surprised when they found out that you're one of a kind with this 'defect'.

Papyrus will immediately want to be your friend! He will try so hard to gain your friendship.

Sans on the other hand will kinda avoid you. Unless you need help with something. He WILL help you. No matter if you're friends or not. He just has this respect towards you.

Who knows. Maybe- they'll want to become more than friends 😉 (Depending on your relationship with them) (this goes for all the following AU's!!)

UNDERSWAP

Sans feels this need to help you out a lot of times. Which makes you in turn feel a little "pathetic".. but you know he means well!

Papyrus will be around you quite a lot, because he wants to help you out whenever. (Similar to Classic, just without avoiding you)

They both just help you out. Though Papyrus does so in secret, while Sans...not as much.

Since Sans keeps in contact with Error, he introduces him to you! You and Error immediately click together, Error's short sight and your blindness is the core reason for your friendship. (Even though they're not really the same thing)

Sans is delighted that you two get along so well! But after a few interactions...he starts to feel jealous. (Lmao, you started this though 💀)

Papyrus doesn't want you to have any sort of connection with Error. He wants you to stop interacting with him immediately. It's worse enough that Sans keeps in contact with Error. (Let the besties be! 🙄)

UNDERFELL

Lmao, they don't give a shit about your defect. They'll still treat you as if you never even HAD any blindness. (That's so sweet though, wtf?)

Sans will probably make lots of jokes about blind people. (They're pretty much dark jokes)

Papyrus on the other hand will sometimes forget that you're blind, and will "accidentally" slip up. (Many times)

"You seeing this shit Y/n?" <- Papyrus 2024

Papyrus and Sans will accompany you a lot though. You'll be squished between them a lot. (What dream-)

They act like such brutes, but once they're alone with you, they'll turn into soft puddles. (Lmao. Imagine that.)

HORRORTALE:

Horror actually likes the fact you can't see him.. he thinks like that because he knows you'll probably be very terrified of him if you would've seen him in person. (Poor baby-)

Papyrus is kinda oblivious to your blindness, until Sans has to point it out to him.

They're both very much- worried about your safety.

Look, they don't doubt your abilities, it's just that you being blind makes you an easy target. The solution? SKELE-BROTHERS PROTECTION SQUAD!! (Papyrus came up with the name 💀)

They're very violent towards the people that cross ways with you. I swear- they don't hesitate to kill people for you.

Papyrus kinda turned you into a cannibal accidentally- he fed you his famous spaghetti 💀

But you know, you didn't know the contents of the meal, and was enjoying it too much. And you know... The more you had it the more you became addicted to it. (I mean, it's Horrortale. What did you expect?)

You knew that you were eating human meat at some point, since Papyrus and Sans kept dropping hints. (Aka. Making it obvious) but you were too far into eating it, this being the 10th time Papyrus served you Spaghetti. What's the use in stopping now?

[simping-lya]

There is always time for cuddles.

UT!Sans x Sick!Reader

Words: 694

Written while I'm sick and should be asleep. Sorry for errors, I don't have the energy to check for mistakes.

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It was inevitable, you knew, but it still felt weird. The social norms smacked into you since a young age always told you to never let anyone near you while sick, or vice versa. So, when Sans asked to join you in your bed, your answer was a clear “no.” Then he tried to convince you by explaining that monsters can’t catch human colds because monsters are mostly made of magic instead of physical matter. You still said no, because even though you knew it was true, the social norms engraved into you still made it feel weird. Then he told you he bet that you’d feel better after cuddles and you couldn’t deny that… It had been a while since you two had any intimate contact because of your sickness and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss it.

(Plus, you knew he’d find a loophole in your argument sooner or later and join you in your bed. Might as well say yes than argue with the short skele and tire yourself out.)

So, here you were, laying in your bed in the guest room of the skelebros, waiting for Sans to return with a fresh cup of water for you. You already shifted the pillows and sheets to make room for your skeleton and were currently staring at the ceiling (again…)

After making countless shapes in the pattern of the ceiling, you heard the sound of the doorknob turning and Sans walked in, holding a large cup of water in his hand. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way towards your bed and handed you the cup.

“Thanks,” You croaked out, your throat squeezing as you spoke. An annoying tickle formed from the back of your throat and you quickly took a sip of the water, the warm liquid calming down your upcoming coughing fit.

“you know our deal,” Sans said, shrugging with his usual grin.

You frowned at him, still bothered. “I’m going to cough on you…” Your voice was soft to not bring you into a coughing fit. “And I haven’t showered in three days.”

“it’s fine. no need to worry about spreading your disease to me, and i’m in no place to judge how long ya haven’t showered.”

You knew that was true. Sans wouldn’t judge you for your hygiene, or anything else. You knew it was just you making excuses.

Sighing, you accepted defeat and Sans’s grin widened. You set the cup somewhere in arms reach and Sans climbed into the bed with you. His slippers dropped to the ground and as he shifted underneath the blankets, his feet tickled your legs, making you flinch and shift away.

Never the one to miss details, no matter how small, Sans chuckled and looked at you.

“no cuddles?”

You rolled your eyes and in a swift motion, pulled him into your arms and flopped onto the bed. Sans’s chuckles turned into soft laughter, muffled against your chest as his arms wrapped around your torso. You could feel his phalanges grab onto the back of your shirt as he snuggled into you.

Back into your usual cuddling habits, one of your hands absentmindedly rubbed the back of Sans’s head where his skull and neck joined together, and the other was pressed against his back, keeping him close to you. Despite the hoodie he was wearing, you could feel the bumps of his spine which you also traced.

Sans made a soft, satisfied noise and snuffled closer to you. Seems like you weren’t the only one who missed cuddles. You smiled and pressed a soft kiss on the top of his head.

“thought you were worried about spreading your disease?” Sans said from your chest. Despite his voice being muffled, you could hear his smugness.

Ugh, you didn’t want to leave him all smug, knowing he won against your game of wills. Well, you know how to easily shut him up and you weren’t worried about getting him sick now.

You grabbed his cheeks, lowered your head, and covered his face in kisses. By the time you were satisfied, he was covered in his pretty blue blush.

[fanatical4creation]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO X-SWAP!PAPYRUS!!!!

Alr, so, I had a massive Art Block so I just picked the X-swap sans drawing of last month and mirror it :D.

I still think it looks pretty, but anyway, MONTHLY CRUMB OF LORE YAY

Papyrus, swap!Papyrus, my love, he has some lore but he's not THAT Important, but of course X-swap wouldn't be X-swap without Papyrus, different from Sans.

At the same time he's a hero, he's a villain, you know him, even thought he's a Papyrus he still replaces Cross and has the personality equivalent to him, but it's more Papyrified being a little more proud, irritated and he doesn't even like Sans' jokes, in his head his is objectively better than his.

"At the same time he's a hero, he's a villain[...]", that phrase will come up in the future and it'll fit very well like a glove.

I would do a Drawing for Cross himself but I'm not able to, I'm solving some issues in my life and the internet is included, in short, I'M GOING TO TOUCH GRASS, and I'm scared.

ALSO HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO CROSS TOO, HE'S THE BEST SKELE-BOY EVER.

Papyrus isn't called Cross or anything else, that custom name comes to somebody else, hee hee.

Oh, these silhouettes? Uhm, uuh, well, I-uhm uuuuuuh, I'll explain it later.

Xtale (c) Jakei95

Underswap (c) Popcornpr1nce

Now bye I'll play Dress to Impress.

[pleasestayawayidonotlikeyou]

Hello there! I absolutely loved the Fellswap bros headcannons!Thankkiess so much!

How about headcannons for the murder trio (poly) w/ a reader who is really pure-hearted but is hemophobic (has fear of blood), like reader faints at the sight of small amount of blood. How's the skeles gonna react to that?

Short answer, they freak out and killer thinks you died- long answer, *gives you headcannos*

Featuring: Ted, Dust and Killer.

Masterlist

Impressive, such a pure person dating three of the most wanted murders of the multiverse...what led you to this darling?

It didn't really take much time for these three to realize you have a severe ear of blood. Especially when they tend to get very messy.

Ted and Killer freak out the moment you fall to the ground, Dust tries to calm them down while also freaking internally.

When you finally wake up, Killer's rolled up like a croissant on your lap, Ted's arms wrapped around your waist, both sleeping while Dust's next to you, looking into your eyes, observing your every move.

"....you're okay carinõ? You fainted earlier..."

And that's how they discovered you are hemophobic-

Killer immediately spits out a "Why the fuck didn't you warn us sonner!?" "Maybe because you usually pass by Nightmare's castle before coming here, so I thought it wouldn't be important." "Of course it's important!! I thought you were dead when you fainted!"

Ted's just relieved your okay, and that you didn't faint because of lack of food, he doesn't want to be like he was long ago.

After that they make sure to pass by Nightmare's castle everytime to clean themselves up before coming home, they don't want to faint again, especially because of them.

Ted's always next to you in the kitchen, not only because he likes to both cook and you, also because he wants to stay far away from Dust's and Killer's discussions.

"Now we.... Just need the.... Pasta..."

Ted says, the sound of boiling water fills the room as your hands grab the pasta from the cabinet, pouring it on the pot and covering it with the lid.

"Do you hear something dear?"

"...No.. must be... Your imagination.."

Of course he did hear, but he's with you to escape it, not to face it, Ted simply does not have the patience to handle those two idiots fighting because of stupid reasons.

"CABRON ERA MI CHAQUETA FAVORITA!"

"Hehehe! Not my fault Dusty~"

Bones are thrown in Killer's direction, who simply throws knives in return.

He knows they're gonna be at it until dinner's ready, so why bother? Enjoy his company and ignore those two, good thing skeletons can't bleed, right?