#the positioning is so jank but I’m happy I was actually able to get something at least workable

[brodorokihousuke]

I feel like he visits Clay’s grave pretty frequently, partially due to plain old missing him, and also to talk about stuff he really doesn’t feel comfortable sharing to anyone else. Which, during Spirit of Justice, is… probably a lot.

Maybe he even sneaks in after closing a few times, to be under the stars together?

[pyrefell]

Helllo!!! I’m loving your headcanons so far!!!

Do you have any general personalities descriptions for your boys yet?

a of all, bsdaifjkbfjkowp thank you!!! b of all, im sorry this took so long?? i rewrote it like 3 times & it still might change bc im indecisive. also it turned into a lil bit of a headcanon post. i hope its understandable?

once again i am struck with the fact that the boys need nicknames. hmm.

UNDERTALE:

Sans: Guy who is deliberately and unabashedly Cringe. Overall, fairly laid back. However, he still prefers to maintain distance between himself and most people. It was already a natural facet of his personality but it was exacerbated by the Timeline Jank. People tend to forget he’s as smart as he is, they don’t think he’s stupid, they just mostly know that funnyman side of him. If you're a dick to Papyrus, he's gonna be a dick to you.  

Papyrus: Things are so exciting and fascinating to him, even the most mundane things. Despite seeming completely oblivious to things that seem completely obvious, he's very smart and deceptively cunning. Even though he knows how people see him (a big loud child) and he doesn't get quite the reception his brother does, he knows he'll win them over one day! He tries to avoid thinking about how lonely he actually is. It’s fine. He knows Sans is dealing with something (he won’t tell him what) but he figures he doesn’t need much else on his plate.

UNDERSWAP:

Sans: In this post, I mentioned that he's kind of always naturally been the more outgoing brother and that he's taken on this much more outgoing and bubbly persona as a result of the impact the timelines have had on him. He's competitive in a more aggressive way (maybe not quite the right word to use but), by which I mean he's kind of a sore loser sometimes. Also? He's a huge flirt, he's pretty skilled in the art of flustering.

Papyrus: Also in this post, I said that he's pretty chill until the conversation turns to something he's passionate about, then he reaches True Papyrus Volume Levels (and Chaos Levels). He is fairly relaxed, yes, but part of it is compensating for how awkward he can be. He gets embarrassed really easy, even something as small as misunderstanding something that was said. However! He’s a pretty popular artist online! Though he uses a pseudonym, being recognized and talked to by a stranger in public is not something he would look forward to.

UNDERFELL:

Sans: He’s cruel and crude, that’s kind of his whole thing. He’s not really the best at keeping a hold on his temper (though there’s a few other factors at play there). Keeping up the whole tough guy persona is the number one priority thus he doesn’t deal much with his emotions or inner turmoil or any of that other crap. Like US!Sans, he’s a flirt, except his flirting is mostly crude comments and jokes. And yet, somehow it works? Guy who is a disaster. He’s oddly nostalgic, mostly about his relationship with Papyrus. He wishes he could have been a better brother, but it seems like their relationship is too far gone.

Papyrus: He also doesn’t have the best control of his temper but he has an image to keep, one of a cruel and cold Royal Guard Captain. He didn’t used to be like this, but it’s necessary for his survival. He’s still surprisingly empathetic, something that could never really be beat out of him. HUGE perfectionist nearly to the point of it being debilitating. He oscillates between hating how weak he is and desperately wanting to be able to be weak. While he acts prideful about his ‘work’ int the Royal Guard, he is genuinely prideful about things like his cooking. Often to the point of arrogance.

SWAPFELL:

Sans: He’s seen as very cold and calculating, well-spoken. But he also knows when and how to turn on the charm. That’s how he’s even made it this far in life, it’s vital to his survival. He can also be very prideful, particularly in his position as Queen Toriel’s right hand and in his ability to remain cool in high stress situations. He’s well aware of how overprotective he is with Papyrus, he’s terrified of how cruel the world is and terrified that he’s stunted him to the point of not being able to cope with it.

Papyrus: He’s deathly shy. If it were safe/a good idea to use his own brand of shortcuts to get out of situations, by god would he. He, like his non-Fell counterpart, thrives in the relative anonymity of being online. Past that barrier of shyness, he’s excitable and surprisingly jovial. He tries to find some reason to be at least content, he thinks it helps Sans worry less (even if it doesn’t really). He’s actually pretty mischievous, though only dares to pull pranks on his brother.

HORRORTALE:

Sans: Horribly cynical and jaded. He’s working on it, even if he doesn’t particularly want to sometimes. He’s not home, so to speak, most of the time. He’s easily frustrated by the gaps in his memory, then he forgets why he’s frustrated and gets even more upset. He’s naturally very wary of everyone else and again, very much prefers to keep distance between himself and most everyone he comes into contact with.

Papyrus: He definitely tries to hide everything behind a happy demeanor, he tries to fix everything for just about anyone (especially his brother) without any fuss and tries to make it seem like he’s totally fine. There’s also this sense of jadedness, he tries to curb it but sometimes it still slips out. He still tries to act like himself, like he’d been before the Famine, but it’s exhausting and he’ll eventually come to terms with the fact that he’s no longer the same.

HORRORSWAP:

Sans: His competitive nature has morphed more into him being more of an aggressive hothead (though not quite to the level of UF!Sans). He’s really self-conscious about his new stutter and bringing it up frustrates him the same way treating him like a child had before. He has terrible mood swings, he can ruin his own day over nothing and it kills him. He’s really trying to get better, but he still has a hard time being honest with people.

Papyrus: He’s gotten pretty cynical since the Famine, he puts part of the blame on himself (if only he'd just been brave for once), even though he knows there's not really a whole lot he could have done. He’s even quieter than he used to be, he’d prefer if he could just fade into the background. He hates how much he stands out in any crowd and tries to avoid going out at all costs. The only one who can get him out is Sans because at least they can ignore everyone else and concern themselves with each other.

HORRORFELL:

Sans: He’s...mean. Like. He tends to be a major jackass. He can’t help but think well, humans aren’t exactly gonna wanna know a monster, much less him. And hey! Might just help keep his newly expanded family safe! He ain’t complainin’! He’s really just bitter about how things have gone for him and his brother (and about how things will likely go in the future). For as many dark jokes he makes to Frisk and Aliza, he’d be the first one to come to their rescue, he’s just that kind of friend.

Papyrus: He’s fairly quiet these days, but don’t think he’s not going to find some way to give you some kind of attitude. He’s been putting a lot of work into taming his anger, which is no small task considering everything. He still has his moments, but he prides himself in being able to cool off and keep himself somewhat calm. He still hasn’t been able to do much about his perfectionism, in fact it’s gotten worse, but he’s trying. And he, like his brother, is extremely protective of his little family, and god help anyone who dares try anything.

A B-Bonus????

UF!Comic Papyrus: (he’s the only one with a nickname...lol) Reggie here struggles a lot with who he is as a person, is he more Sans? More Papyrus? An even 50/50? Or is he someone else entirely? He’s introspective and hyper aware of his mannerisms, particularity in the ones he deems too Sans-like or too Papyrus-like. He’s not exactly the nicest, partially as a mechanism to keep people away (it’s just...easier that way). Reggie keeps to himself most of the time. He’s not shy though, he’s more than willing to speak his mind, even if it comes out more crass than it was intended.

[canesshi]

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Pairing: Dragonshifter!Jimin x reader

Genre: Angst, Smut, Fluff

Plot: Your husband was supposed to steal your heart, but the dragon that kidnapped you from your own wedding made it hard for him to do so.

A/N: The movie ‘He’s a dragon’ inspired me to write this. Go watch this movie, I like it a lot. At first I thought it was weird but in the end I watched it multiple times!

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When you had walked to the lake for the wedding ceremony you certainly didn’t expect things like this to happen. In fact, you didn’t even think it was possible.

You had heard tales of dragons who take brides away and to their towers where they devoured their bodies because they were the only thing they could feed from. Those were only tales of course.Something mothers told their young children before sleep.

The claws of the monster above you dug deeper into your flesh and left you crying out in agony.

The day had started out so well.

-

“You look beautiful”, she had told you while braiding your hair. A weak smile on her face. You knew she wasn’t truly happy for you. She loved him. And you didn’t. But you were in no position to decide who you’d marry. You father had chosen him. A fearless, glorious warrior whose name everyone knew.

But still, you didn’t want him. And it made your heart sting, knowing your sister was just as heartbrokes as your father would be if you declined the wedding. You had no choice either way, so that wasn’t even an option.

“You know I don’t want to marry him.” It was almost a whisper but your sister had heard it and janked your hair back. Your hands shot up to your pontytail and grabbed it in pain.

“Don’t you dare say that!” She sounded angry, hurt, furstrated but mostly heartbroken. “You don’t even know him! It’s an honor to even talk to him and you are about to become his wife!”

“What’s going on?” It was your father. Already all dressed up and ready to begin the ceremony.

“I apologize, father.”, she said and the grip on your hair loosened as she continued braiding your hair. He had only glared at the two of you and told you to hurry up before he left the wooden cabin.

-

Cold. Hard. Stone. Pain. Blood.

You tried to push yourself up from the hard ground beneath you but your arms weren’t strong enough to carry your weight just yet, so you laid on the ground for a solid minute before trying again.

Gravel had pierced some of your skin but it all was drowned out when you felt the numbing pain by your ribs.

The claws.

You remembered. The scaled beast had thrown you into this hole and disappeared right after. You had expected it to eat your right away but it didn’t. Maybe it collected a few before eating all of them at once.

Your hands pressed against the bloody wound. There wasn’t too much blood but it was still painful enough to give you trouble breathing properly.

You needed to get out of here. While the beast wasn’t here you might even have a chance to escape. You looked up. The only way out was to climb up.

And that’s when you noticed the cloth hanging down from the edge of the hole. If you could climb up a few meters you would maybe be high enough to reach it and climb out. With bare feet and blood stained hands you got hold of the stone wall as well as you could and started climbing up. The cold stone dug into your heels and palms but you were determinded to make it out of that hole that held you captive. Finally, you were able to hold onto the cloth that you assumend used to be a part of your fancy wedding dress, now torn to pieces.

As soon as you tried to climb up though, a hiss caught your attention. Two green eyes stared at you and suddenly the small creature launched at you and you fell to the ground. With two hands you pried the creature away from your body but it was hissing and clawing at your arms and Hands, leaving bloody scratches all over them. It tried snapping at your face but it was too far away to actually bite you.

“Put it down. It will leave.”

The dark, gruff voice caught you off guard for a second and the creature bit into your hand, making you let it go if you wanted to or not. It backed away a little before starting to hiss again. It’s white, pointy teeth flashing your way.

It looked like a something out of a childrens book. Furry but big ears that made it look kind of goofy.

“Lie down. It won’t harm you.”

You strongly doubted that but did you have a choice? With shaky arms you laid down again and, just like the strange voice had said, the furry thing didn’t attack you. Instead it backed up, hissed at you and ran up the wall. While climbing up it had loosened the cloth that now laid on the ground next to you.

Making sure the creature was far away, you stood back up again and searched for the owner of the voice.

“Hello? Where are you? Can you help me?”, you called out but didn’t get an answer right away. That’s when you saw the small hole in the wall. Carefully, but quickly you moved to inspect it and amlost fell to the floor again as you were met with two sparkly brown eyes that looked at you with such a curiousity you had never seen before.

“Are you being held captive, too? Is there a way to escape?” The questions left your mouth before your could even think properly.

“No, there is no way out of here. I’m afraid you will be stuck here until the dragon comes back and ends your suffering.”

��Me? We both are obviously stuck here!”, you hissed back at him. “And I’m certainly not gonna wait for him to eat me.”

The young male on the other side of the thick stone wall sighed.

“Noone escapes him.”

“So you’ve been here quite some time huh? Care to help me survive? Or are you just gonna hide in there and let it eat me?”

“I’m afraid there is nothing I can do. I’m sorry.”

You felt your blood boil with anger. Your eyes scanned the cold floor beneath your feet before landing on a rock.

“You know what?”, you picked up the stone and slammed it into the hole. You could hear him gasp quietly. “If you’re not gonna help me, you might as well not talk to me at all!”

After that it was quiet. No noise could be heard.

You grumpily grabbed a rock and threw it against the high walls creating a sound that echoed through the whole cave.

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