#then he became a skeleton named sans

[thebeardedladyofthelake]

He came so close to Not Surviving...

[seirindono]

What are Sloth Sans/Demon Sans Powers; relationships; what is he like in the other runs???

Ok, let's talk about Demon! Sans!

The embodiment of idleness, he's the predator of many emotions and states linked to this sin, such as apathy, depression and resignation.

We've already talked about his use of illusions (music/ hypnosis) to charm and disarm his victims, dreams being his preferred hunting ground, and one his unique ability (your personnal sleep paralysis demon), but he's just as much as a threat in real life!

His preferred strategy is to lower the enemy's stats (DEF, ATK, HP, etc) so he can finish them off with a single strike or, better yet, let their body slowly die while he lulls their soul into an endless dream.

He gradually deprives them of the desire to attack or defend themselves, amplifying the fatigue (physical and psychological) and sense of powerlessness, of helplessness hidden deep in their souls.

If he's in a playful mood or if his victim has upset him, he takes great pleasure in awakening their traumas by peering into their unconscious and projecting nightmarish hallucinations. Making them super aware of their situation is also effective: they can't defeat him, and even if they could or if he decided to spare them, only death and more pain awaits them at the end of their journey, by the hand of another Lord or bc they're litteraly in hell. However, his habit of granting a “peaceful death” is viewed as merciful compared to the other Lords (or cruel and messed up by others)

A word of advice, however, to intruders venturing into his Snowdin territory: if you stumble upon his collection of ice statues or a suspicious pile of snow, keep walking and don't touch anything.

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I'll focus on the relationships showed here

Gluttony - His brother. He practically raised him and supports him to this day, going so far as to share the territory where they grew up (Snowdin). Demons tend to avoid such close ties, as it can become a weakness, but the Skeleton brothers are a rare exception, having proven time and again their ruthlessness.

Lust - They don't usually interact but Lust suspects he's hiding something from the other Lords. + there was the time he teleported in his sleep onto the set of Lust (live broadcast), putting everyone in the audience to sleep. He doesn't remember but Mettaton might hold a ti~ny grudge.

Pride - A combination of distrust and disapproval of some of the King's past decisions. He remains loyal to him, but doesn't mind the distance between their respective territories.

Wrath (former) - Lord from the past generation. He was close to them and received a lot of help from both him and their skeleton friend. Both disappeared overnight, their names erased from the archives as Undyne took on the now vacant role. He can't openly look for them bc of the King's order, but he assumes they must have found a way to hide somewhere…

Frisk - The kid that somehow managed to become friend with his brother and is now cosplaying as an imp. He has no interest in directly harming them, only playing tricks on them and witness how far they can make it with that puny soul.

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Other runs:

This part is still a WIP since I've mostly worked on a "neutral route" so far lol Also, Demons are, well, "bad", so the genocide run requires more reflection

Neutral:

Mischievous and willfully neglectful, he tolerates Frisk and the player on his territory, but doesn't go out of his way to help them since his brother is already helping.

Pacifist:

Still playful and unbothered, but Papyrus has told him all about Frisk's adventures and how they became friends with other Demons. He is curious and may appear at randoms moments in the run to help the player (tell them about a secret passage in Waterfall or come and play an instrument for Lust's show and put the whole audience to sleep).

.Gives Frisk a bone instrument (a very tiny violon) to celebrate their friendship and shares some secrets with them, like the origin of the bells on his and his brother's horns and how hell used to be before the Queen left.

Genocide:

Same as neutral until he kills Frisk for the first time. He'll trigger a blizzard on the next playthrough to block the door leading to HOME, trapping the player in the empty ruins to observe their reaction. If the player manages to find another way out (or force their way out), Sloth will appear to them only as illusions, asking what they are and mocking them for thinking they can defeat what is already dead, nonetheless sans is willing to watch them try.

.Observes and creates illusions along the way to hinder Frisk. He reveals that sinners can't escape hell until they're freed from their sins, and that the player will undoubtedly end up in the hands of Pride, the King and Demon who rules over those with egos as big as the player's (=that's why he and the other Lords are just toying with the player, they don't see them as a real threat and nobody wants to double-cross the King anyway).

.He's not that bothered by the actions of the player, they're demons and it's hell after all. He might even enjoy watching this more than the pacifist run at first....

edit:

Hm.... Actually, maybe I should rename these. Something like : Redemption or Sinner route idk the expectations are different from canon UT, Demons are USED to killing and stuff. Even if one of them die, a new demon reappear. No, the real surprise would be if someone tried to do good for once, wouldn't it?

As I said, it's a WIP

PHEW, there you go. That was a lot, enjoy!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

In an au where somehow the blackwater arc wasnt angst and beefleaf became canon i want shi qingxuan and xie lian to have monthly meetings where they discuss their ghost king husbands' weird quirks

"He Xuan named every single one of his fish and he gets sad if i forget who is who! But theyre all skeletons and i cant tell them apart!"

"The wraith butterflies help San Lang get dressed in the morning but also at night so sometimes when we want to sleep together i have to wait for the butterflies to undress him!"

"He Xuan's idea of a romantic boat date is putting us both in a two person coffin and floating us over his waters! And i get so sea sick!"

"One time san lang scolded e'ming for three hours for looking at me!"

"He xuan makes me all these sea shell jewelry but i dont know how to tell him that sometimes there are ghost fish in them and they haunt me!"

[qin-qin16]

I present to you PEACH (my son)! An anomalous variation of Geno Sans. He is an alternative Geno who ended up with some body parts corrupted after staying in the Void for a while, until, due to an error in his code, he managed to escape before becoming another Error Sans.

[INFO DUMP + CLOSE UPS!]

He doesn’t have a complete lore yet, but here’s a draft: 

Peach was found by Ink after attempting to change a genocide timeline in another universe. After receiving refuge from the artist (and some explanations about multiverses), Peach decides to follow Ink to explore other universes since his own had been lost forever. 

Peach became a member of the Star Sanses due to his skills in decoding universes and cataloging them — acting as an organizer, archiving details and timelines of known universes, such as their creation dates, destruction, statuses, possible timelines, etc. 

Wanting to distance himself from the identity of “Geno,” Peach ended up with the name after Ink created his eyepatch (not realizing it was in the shape of a heart). “This color looks good on you!” Ink said with a smile, “#F09483!” After a confused expression from Peach, the artist explained that this color was called peach. 

Peach's fingers are black due to his initial transformation into Error, which granted him the ability to manipulate the code of universes and explore the statuses of other beings in more detail. 

[PERSONALITY] 

Peach is a quieter skeleton, speaking only when necessary or when with close friends. He rarely smiles and is usually seen staring at others with wide eye. He is lazy and prefers to stay away from battlefields. His voice is calm and velvety, but often expressed with anger when near Ink (and that thick-headedness of his). Despite being critical, Peach cares about his friends and wants the best for them. 

He sometimes acts like a needy cat, giving affectionate headbutts to his friends — his love language can be described as physical touch and quality time. Dream has already stated that Peach is charming, even if unintentionally, as he tends to be sincere when he wants to please someone. Like Ink, Peach is sincere and seems to take some things literally - rarely understanding sarcasm.

[CURIOSITIES] 

Even though he is the youngest among the Star Sanses, he acts the most like an old man; 

Within the group, Swap/Blue is the closest to him; 

When not on missions, Peach visits the Omega Timeline to spend time with CORE!Frisk and Color Sans; 

Speaking of Color, he and Peach became very good friends when Ink left Peach in the Omega Timeline for the first time; 

Peach finds Cross, Paper Crane, and Plum/Lust as “good to look at”;

He is oblivious to his own charm; 

He thinks Killer is like a domesticated fox; 

Killer is the only “bad sans” that Peach has met in person; 

Knowing portuguese, he somewhat understands Ink's french and can speak comfortably with Dream, as he knows spanish; 

Characters I was inspired by for his creation: Sabito (Demon Slayer), Aki (Chainsaw Man), and Uraume (Jujutsu Kaisen).

[derangedanomaly]

So, I saw your writing and short stories. I love the way you write each character perspective of the reader so I wanted to ask. Can you do Dust, Nightmare, Error, Epic, Bill, Killer x Demon Slayer Reader (Like, in there au, they slay demons with a katana)

I'm glad you like my writing style pookie! ^^ (I'm sorry, I have no experience in writing Bill sans, so I didn't do him. Again, terribly sorry 😭😭 still hope you'll enjoy this nonetheless!)

NOT A DEMON...

(Dust, Nightmare, Error, Epic, Killer)

Nightmare:

After he found out that there's another Au, he just needed to see it..see how much havoc he can cause! Of course he immediately went there.

Though, he didn't expected this.

He was immediately jumped by a girl, holding a katana up to his throat, which... undeniably...made his knees turn into jelly... (Bro is actually into this freaky shit 😨)

He only awkwardly looked at you, a smirk evident on his face. "Hey...so... are you gonna point your pretty katana up to my throat like this forever...or you'll actually let go...?" Bitch was LYING. He didn't want you to let go. (SIR. Y'ALL JUST MET 😱)

Your glare hardened on him as you tighten your hold on your katana, not planning to move from him. (Damn..ya trynna start some shit? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He chuckled at your unwillingness, and actually WRAPPED HIS TENTACLE around your katana. Your eyes widened, not really sure what his next move is going to be.

"What....what kind of demon are you?" You asked him, looking over his goopy body and slick tentacles. He became a little flustered from your stares, but didn't waver. "Demon? Heh... I've been called many things, awful things...but I wouldn't go as far as to call me a demon." He is a demon. 😐

You decided to interrogate him further, so you still sat, seated on his chest, a katana ready to end him anytime he would get out of line. (Which... let's be honest, really turned him on...)

You then began your special interrogation.

"What's your name?" "Nightmare. You?" ".....Y/n L/n...what about your... appearance? What's up with your tentacles?" He shoots you a flirtatious smirks. "Why? Interested..~?" You glared and pressed the katana to his neck more.. "Answer." He let out a shuddered sigh, almost as if trying to hold himself back... "I'm a skeleton. Not a demon, hun." It was finally then that he decided to free himself, using his tentacles to lift you up with ease. You questioned yourself why he didn't free himself earlier if he could very much do so without problems.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You'll see me much sooner then you can expect..."

Oh you knew. And next time he comes. You'll be prepared.

Killer:

Oh he was SO going to kill the others for this! He made a bet with the others recently, and he lost. Again. As a punishment, he had to capture someone from this brand new Au. Which Killer, didn't enjoy. He rather much liked killing them on the spot! But not kidnapping! He HATED this mission....

Killer walked through the dark hollow forest with a bored expression, looking around. As long as he kidnapped ONE person, the job's done. And that's all he wanted to get out of here.

As he passed a certain corner, he was immediately startled by a loud voice. A rather...sweet voice. He slowly turned around to be met with a... girl's eyes, looking frantically at him. In his eyes...she seemed.. nervous, holding a katana in a shakey hold.

Thinking you were quite attractive, he didn't see the harm in a little flirting. Besides...he can't come back without completing the mission...so who knows how long he'll be stuck here. (Also, it wouldn't be Killer if he didn't flirt with any being he saw as attractive. 💀)

"Well hello gorgeous~" You let out a little squeal at that and the katana in your hand almost slipping out. Which he found rather cute.

Truth be told, it was your first day as the demon slayer, you never actually encountered a demon head-on like this before. Which made you quite nervous...

Despite being very nervous, you eventually found your voice and spoke to him, trying to assert authority. "L-Listen here demon!" Which failed as you stuttered. Ugh.. "-We either fight to death! Or you leave! Right now..." Killer couldn't help but chuckle as he leaned against a tree right next to him, with you still holding your katana and standing in a battle pose.

"Fight to death? Sounds a bit gruesome to me.." he chuckled again, sending shivers down your spine. "How about we change it up to something more...poetic? I've always been the romantic type~ how about...we fight till death do us part! Yeah... that sounds better.."

Because Killer is a dumbo, he completely overlooked the part where you called him a demon. So he was surprised when you called him like that, again. "W-What are you?! Some perverted demon?!" Your cheeks flared up in red as you squealed. Killer only looked at you in confusion. "A demon?? Nah...I ain't a demon sweetheart, I'm a skeleton! But I can act like a demon if that'll get you going..." You couldn't help out the grin that was spreading on your cheeks as you turned your head a little to the side, to avoid looking at him.

Killer smirked and suddenly threw you over his shoulder, you yelped and wanted to take out your katana, only to see it in the snow not being able to reach it. Killer smirked and not so subtly peaked at your...form. ;)

"So.. where's your house eye candy? I'm gonna crash at yours tonight." You thought he'll immediately kidnap you? Nah...call it selfishness...but he just really wanted to enjoy this a little longer.

Error:

To say that Error was furious was an understatement. He was fuming.

Ink went ahead, and created another fucking Au. Great...more work for him to destroy the anomalies.

As Error went on a search about the Au, his eyes suddenly catched your folder...it was almost like it was calling out to him, shining even.. he leaned in closer, taking your folder out. Y/n. Heh...that seems like an interesting 'anomaly'...

Error went into your Au, beginning his work of destroying everything. That was until you tried to step in, he thought you'd be furious and try to put up a fight, but all you did was....gush about his strength...or his demeanor, his appearance..he was..........flustered.

He turned to you with big blush. Out.of.words. what was he even supposed to say?!

"Oh man...you have such a strong arms..." You complimented, making it harder for him to destroy your world. He was having a stupid smile on his face. It was actually really adorable! "O-Oh gEeez...." He let out a huff as he looked you up and down. (Ayo sir, you checking out? 🤨😘)

He grumbled, trying to compose himself, showing clear signs of embarrassment. "I'm the destroyer of Au's. I'm supposed to eliminate anomalies. And you're one of em." You couldn't help the mischievous grin spreading across your face. You have no idea why, but something about this guy just screamed, 'I'm not dangerous!'. You trusted your brain. So you decided to not attack him. Now that you got a good look at him, he seemed to have trouble sleeping...

"What's your name, Mr. Au destroyer?" You didn't miss the corners of his mouth twitching into a smile, but chose to not comment on it. "....Error.." you smiled warmly at Error, pointing to your house. "You look like you're not doing so well... wanna come over my place and...rest up?" His face retorted to a frown suddenly, he stood up and made you come super close face-to-face with him, glaring at you.

"I'm not dumb..... you're not doing this out of kindness...no one is..WHY are you doing this???" you felt like bursting to laughter right then and there. Is this man serious? "I'm just offering you my hospitality, Error...is there a problem with my intentions?" His face blew up almost instantly, before landing you safely onto the ground.

"Great! My offer still stays...feel free to come...~" of course he'll come. How could he resist with you taunting him so much?

Dust:

This is the hundredth time that Dust asked for Nightmare to go visit this brand new Au. Nightmare knew. He knew from the start when he heard about the Au that Dust would be interested. After all......monster species and their Exp is his forte...

After Nightmare almost blew a fuse, he finally agreed to Dust's request. "Are you....sure you want...to go alone...?" Horror asked Dust, eating a raw meat while doing so. "Yeah. Don't worry H. Killer will keep you entertained." Dust laughed when he heard Horror's next words. "Ugh... I'd rather hang...out with...a caterpillar..." Dust couldn't help but agree with his words, leaving Horror in their shared room. (I LIVE FOR HORROR AND DUST BEING BEST FRIENDS 😍)

After going through the portal, he looked at his surroundings, making mental notes. He liked to visit each and every new Au like this before him and his team destroys it...it made him feel a little alive...like he wasn't completely lost. Yes, he mostly did this so the others could have an idea of the layout in the Au, and how many people there were and what kind of species they were...but...it sorta became a hobby of his now. He felt good when he explored something new! It reminded him of Papyrus....

He shook his head and took out his book. For every Au, he had its own special book. Every book was different for each Au. He sometimes even decorated the cover... (Would NOT let anyone know...He would actually die).

This specific book for this Au is brown like cork, and has a golden lining around it. He began making small notes, looking at the scenery. It was like something BRAND NEW. He never saw an Au that was SO different from the others! And from the looks of it...it didn't occured in the underground.

As Dust sat under a tree, writing notes, he didn't noticed a figure approaching, until it was right besides him.

"What are you doing..?" He flinched. "What the FUCK!?" You both then proceeded to stare at the other, both of your faces showing concern for the other... "Uhm... I feel as though we haven't started off on the right foot.... I'm Y/n L/n! And you...? Stranger...?" He blinked a few times before responding. "Oh, I'm Dust..." You let out a giggle at the silly name, as you look at his book.. "And can I ask what you're doing? Dust?"

After awhile of pestering Dust to let you in on what he was doing, he explained what he was doing. You were pretty impressed when you heard his work. "That's so cool! Hey, maybe I can help you?" Dust only looked at you with unfazed expression. "Help me how?" You giggle, earning yourself an embarrassed Dust, avoiding your pretty eyes that he seemed to get lost in. "I'll show you how everything in here works! After all, wouldn't you want to hear the thoughts of the citizen?" Dust thought about it for some time, until he eventually gave up. "Alright.." you cheered slightly, making him chuckle quietly. Why wouldn't he take you up on the offer? After all...he wanted to talk to you for as long as possible.

Epic:

Oh how did he get into this situation? This night, he snuck into Nightmare's mansion, to hang out with Cross, only to be found and chugged into a black room locked until the morning arrives...

"Oh come on, Nightmare dude!" He whined trying to force the door open. Nightmare only grimaced. "DON'T call me dude, Epic. Ever." Epic sighed after he heard Nightmare's steps walking further away. All he could do was wait. You'd think he can teleport, but nope! This room forbids you to use any form of magic...Nightmare really thought about everything when creating a punishment..

He only sighed more, and slumped down sitting on the ground, his back facing the door. He was getting pretty bored... Nightmare even took his printed out memes and his rubber chicken! What a crime! Truly a vile man...

After almost falling asleep, Epic heard weird noises...it was like some portal? He opened his eyes to be met with, truly an opened portal. It must've opened on its own...he observed it for awhile until deciding to come in.

When he opened his eyes. Again. He was met with a literal angel. Well, at least in his eyes. There you were, fighting against a big demon ruthlessly. As if it was nothing! Epic could only stare in adoration, still sitting on the ground. "Oh I wish I could describe this with that one meme...." But I don't have my meme privileges... He thought to himself, before fully focusing on you again.

He decided that, to make a good first impression on you, he'll get up and help you with your demon problem.

And he actually did! You had no idea who this man was, but you were grateful for him! He really kicked some butt!

After beating the demon, you looked to your side and faced the man that helped you... "Hey...thanks, man." Epic got a little smug and smirked. "You're welcome. What's your name brah?" You chuckle at his vocabulary as you both exchanged names.

"Well...see you around, Epic." You smiled teasingly, putting your hand on his shoulder before leaving him a flustered mess. He's definitely gonna see you around....you think that after this experience he'll just leave? Hell no! He'll visit for sure.. ;)

[didderd]

lil doodle dump of Nimh, my sona as a dust. (the bottom two doodles are before and after he's allowed comfort.)

they have some lore. not just your typical dust. long lore ramble under cut. (tw: murder. death. manipulation. abuse.)

i figured Gooper would take a lot to become like dust sans, and so they needed a more fucked up backstory.

so normal Gooper. who is from a Fell au. lost their parents at a young age. their parents were taken by the au's Gaster. as shapeshifters, they have a unique set of abilities, and Gaster found interest in that. and as the mad scientist that he is, took them to conduct experiments, hoping to use them for something. but they didn't survive the experiments.

in this timeline/au, some time after, Gooper was found and taken too. they survived the initial experiments, and after Gaster figured he couldn't do what he wanted/he already got that, he decided to continue to make use of them and make them a weapon, making them a royal guard's person.

Gaster made him keep a skeleton form for his neutral form. his excuse being that it's easier to explain to others that he's a relative. but really he just wanted that control over his shifting, and for his 'work' to resemble him. and even now that Nimh's not controlled by him, he has a hard time trying to shift to a different neutral form, out of fear of punishment.

instead of being scattered to the void/code, this Gaster became a fell G!Sans. i'm not sure how, since i don't know the lore behind G!Sans.. but. yeah. things only got worse for Nimh after that. and it might'v even been when G decided to turn him into a weapon.

they still have the glowing crystal necklace that Gooper wears, which i decided was infused with their parents' magic. but. G broke it. and it lost the magic. it doesn't glow anymore, and they don't wear it. but they keep it close. they also have a scrap of paper with their parents' names on it. ripped carefully from paper records of their parents' experiments. in case they forget.

so when the human came around, Nimh was put on the task of dealing with them. their memory of each reset slowly got better, from deja vu, to remembering everything. and as they started to remember every failure at killing them, and every painful death by the hands of the homicidal child, they started to lose it... more than they already had. G would'v already been feeding him LV, handing him monsters he has to kill to get stronger, and they started taking more outside of that till they were killing everyone. including G. once they realized that's an option and how to do it. which they found great satisfaction in every time. for all the things he put them through.

eventually, like dust sans, the human gives up, and Nimh is left in an empty underground.

but dw. he is eventually picked up by a goopy demigod and allowed a chance to heal. :3

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I have interesting variants for Killer, Dust and Horror Sans.

In a multiverse filled to the brim with negativity, it became all consuming. The three skeletons suffered the worst due to being closest to the source.

Eventually, Nightmare assimilated the three into his body. He can summon them at any time and at any point. Due to the abundance of negativity, he can have many Killers, Dusts and Horror as he desires.

All of them are former shells of who they once were. Their personalities have been eradicated.

Nightless (this Nightmare variant) has “affectionately” nicknamed them all. Blight (Killer), Decay (Dust) and Rot (Horror).

That sounds both badass and has lots of potential for psychological and body horror. Love the name Blight.

{ @twinribbonz }

[ant1quarian]

Horror Sans x Reader

A Kitten for your troubles?

Contains:

Fluff

Kittens

You loved your job. Ever since you were little, there was barely anything else you loved more than helping and caring for animals. That’s what landed you a solid job here, in the shelter.

Even though saying goodbye to some of the animals when others came to adopt them was difficult, you were still happy to see them go to a hopefully-good family.

You’d been tending to one of the rather touch-starved kittens when he’d walked in. A skeleton monster, tall and broad, with a gaping hole in his skull.

… Monsters had come up from the underground a little under four years ago, and it took 80% of that time to actually get them accepted into society– considering what they’d had to do.

You didn’t feel disgusted by them or anything– it was just unusual for them to be outside of Upper Ebott.

You watched curiously as other employees showed him around. It wasn’t hard to tell he was feeling awkward– perhaps a tad anxious– as he looked at everything he could.

The kitten on your lap began to make you into her personal pincushion as she lovingly dug her claws into you.

You smiled at her, gently patting her head. Her tabby fur was sleek underneath your hand as she looked up to you with her one good eye. This was by far your favourite kitten– having picked her off the streets and been put in charge of nursing her back to health. The skittish thing she used to be was gone, replaced by a loving, adventurous little gremlin.

“It’s alright, sir.” You glanced up when you heard one of your colleagues attempting to comfort the skeleton from before, “ol’ Barkley here is naturally really wary.”

… The skeleton had a downcast look on his face, but reluctantly nodded. You were immediately reminded of a kicked puppy.

You assumed that’s what prompted your body to move before you had thought about it, scooping the kitten up in your hands.

She purred, simply blinking at you.

Your colleague left, which was when you approached the skeleton.

“Heya, sir.” You smiled, stepping into his line of sight. His large, red eyelight landed on you and the black dot in the centre contracted in surprise.

“Kitten for your troubles?” You asked, unintimidated by the way he just seemed to stare at your face. As if he was taking in everything you were and trying to make sense of it before he looked down at the kitten.

“... you… sure…?”

Oh boy that’s a fuckin’ attractive voice rightthere–

You internally slapped yourself, deciding to ignore just how nice his voice sounded. Deep– like bass deep– with a slight gravelly-ness to it that sounded as if it had been gained rather than natural.

“Mhm!” You nodded, tilting your head at him as you gently held out the kitten. She looked up at him before meowing, shifting her head so that she could see him better.

He seemed to hesitate, one of his hands locked in the fur lining of his hood, before he carefully scooped the kitten out of your hands.

… You almost laughed at the comical difference– how she managed to look so much smaller in his hands. Hell, they were probably big enough to cover up the entirety of the front of your face.

“You can pat her, y’know,” You commented softly, watching his face carefully. You searched for any kind of hints that he didn’t like this or he was uncomfortable, which you found none of.

He slowly shifted his thumb to rub under her chin. Almost immediately, her engine-like purr started up and she nuzzled against him.

You had a front row seat to the look of pure awe that came over his face. His grin, once almost in a frown, picked back up again. His sockets squinted as he let out the cutest, “eheheh.”

It took a long while of just comfy silence where he slowly got bolder with patting the kitten before he slowly looked up to you again.

“what’s your… name…?” He asked slowly, as if he was struggling to put his thoughts into words, “‘m… sans.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sans.” Your smile became a few degrees warmer as you held eye-contact with him before giving him your name.

He quietly repeated it back to you and you nodded.

“... ‘s a nice name.”

“Thank you.” A pause, then, “are you planning to adopt the kitten? She’s been needing a good home for a while now.”

Sans nodded slowly but eagerly, cupping the kitten in his hand. He kept his very sharp distals away from her, though. Heh, he was almost handling her like she was a very delicate china tea cup.

“Awesome. Now, if you could follow me over here…”

You didn’t even notice the small amount of dusky blue that had formed on his cheekbones as you took him through the process of adopting the kitten.

It was safe to say that wasn’t your last interaction.

[llamagoddessofficial]

Thank you @thats-one-cool-dude for this commission, inspired by itsxroxannex's amazing art. Nothing quite like Nightmare himself <3

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... You were in a dream.

The realisation hit you, the moment you became aware of yourself and your surroundings. Ironically, it felt like you had just ‘woken up’- snapping back to reality. But you couldn’t have been more conscious of the fact that this reality wasn’t yours.

You still felt like you were dreaming. Partly. It was hard to think, there was still that signature disconnect between your head and your body. And yet... you could feel things you didn’t normally feel in a dream, sensations that were usually either muted or entirely gone. Was this what lucid dreaming felt like? You'd never been able to do that before. You’d never woken up, and immediately known with every fibre of your being that you weren’t really ‘awake’.

... You looked up. There was a small table before you, draped in a spotless white cloth, and decorated by a single lit candle. Very gentle piano drifted through the air, jazzy and slow, like you were in the middle of a nice restaurant... two chairs pulled up on either side of the table.

... Someone occupied one of the chairs.

He was a skeleton. A tall skeleton, his bones were slick and dark, bluish black as a midnight sky, with the faintest iridescent sheen like the shimmer on a bubble or an oil spill. He looked as if he were made of tar. A clean smile of ice white teeth... one eye, a powerful, electric cyan blue, the other socket covered by that same tar-ish substance.

... He was wearing a suit. You didn’t expect that. A nice suit, it outlined him well, it made him look well-proportioned and tidy. Somehow, the liquid of his body didn’t stain the white cuffs or collar. Dream logic? You had no clue.

Were this any other situation, you probably wouldn’t have reacted as... calmly. But because you were in asleep, your mind felt far more forgiving of the bizarreness of the situation. Sure, a skeleton with inky bones and one glowing eye was waiting for you at a table set up like a date. Why not? You'd had weirder dreams.

That, and...

... Well, his face looked so... gentle. He simply stared at you, with a low smile, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. The candlelight flickered against him... he had a nice face. Strong curved cheekbones, a pretty defined jaw. His skull was handsome in a regal, timeless sort of way.

Your cheeks felt hot.

“ah. finally.” His voice was silky, low, and dark. Very pleasant to listen to, and exactly the kind of voice you expected to hear from a creature that looked like him. “i thought you’d never sleep.” 

... You looked down at yourself. You were dressed for a date- an outfit you definitely didn’t normally wear. 

“... come on, now. don’t be shy. i’ve been waiting for you.” He said, sweetly, patiently. “come sit with me.”

...

Well. It was just a dream, right? So you had nothing to lose. You shuffled over to the table, sitting down opposite him. His grin lifted, the flickering candle played with the shadows on his face... the gentle piano continued.

“i’m sans.” He shifted his elbows onto the table. The black parts of his suit, although it was clearly fabric, very faintly had the same iridescent sheen as his bones. “don’t worry, i already know your name.”

“... You do?” You asked. Was that something you needed to worry about?

He chuckled. The sound was handsome. “of course. it’s only a dream, right?”

“... Oh. Yes, right.”

Remembering that this was a lucid dream gave you a strange sense of... confidence. It made your chest puff up a little, it brought your hands out of their curled position on your lap, the anxieties you usually always carried finally melting off. Warm confidence flooded your system- he was right. You didn’t have to be embarrassed, or scared, did you? This was your dream, wasn’t it? You could do whatever you liked. Man, lucid dreaming was great.

‘Sans’ gained a slight twinkle to his beautiful blue eye. He kept looking at you like you were everything- it was making you feel warm. Important.

“i know it’s a boring question. but do tell; how was your day?”

“... Slow.” You replied. He had such a nice face. This was a nice dream. “Very slow.”

A knowing look. “sometimes a slow day is better than a frantic one.”

... You let out a little laugh. He leaned a fraction closer to you. “Yeah, I guess. I’d take a slow day over the kinds of days I normally get.”

“what would a normal day be, for you?”

“Like you said. Frantic.” He had instantly put you at ease. His dulcet tones, his impeccable sense of dress, his gentle aura... despite the fact that you were having a conversation with a skeleton, it felt like you were talking to an old friend. “I work a lot. Then on my few days off, it feels like I’m so exhausted I have no energy to spend on anything other than recovery. It sucks.”

“i think you aren’t alone in feeling like that. today is far too fast-paced.”

There was suddenly a wine glass in front of him. And in front of you, too. An expensive-looking bottle beside the candle, in the middle of the table- Sans picked up the bottle, offering it to you.

“shall i pour you something?” He asked, invitingly.

... You paused. “I... don’t really know if I should...”

“come on now.” He purred. “it’s a dream, right? you won’t have a hangover. when will there ever be a better time to have something to drink?”

“... Pft.” You felt... kinda silly for saying no. “Oh, alright then. I guess you’re right.”

Sans grinned. He poured you a generous serving, the liquid was a beautiful tyrian purple, and once he stopped pouring the candlelight in the wine made it appear as if your entire glass was filled with ruby. He filled up his own glass as well. It was good wine, too, it was exactly to your taste.

“... What is this, by the way?”

“... wine?”

“No, this.” You gestured around. “Are we on a date right now?”

“of course.” He placed his glass down and chuckled. Sans had such a warm gaze, despite the cold blue colour of his eye. It almost looked... adoring? He hadn’t stopped staring at you since the moment you woke up in this dream.

“Why?”

“because you’re wonderful.” He knitted his fingers together, using them as a cradle for his head. The ends of his phalanges looked sharp. “and i think you deserve a good date. none of those terrible, thoughtless outings you’ve been on recently.”

“How do you know I’ve been on dates?” You asked, but teasingly, drinking a bit more. Of course he knew, this was your dream. His eye flickered to your lips as they touched the rim of the glass, but they returned to your own eyes so fast you couldn’t tell if you really saw the movement at all.

“those fools don’t know what they’re doing. who tries to take someone back to their parents’ house on a first date?” He looked like he still couldn’t believe it. “despicable.”

You snickered at that one. Who wouldn’t?

“They weren’t so bad.” You said, softly. “Rough around the edges, sure. But they meant well.”

He leaned a little closer again. Every time you laughed, he seemed unable to stop himself from drawing nearer. The space was getting more and more intimate.

“you’ll realise how terrible they were when i show you how good dates can be.”

“I’m sorry, but...” You traced the rim of your glass. “am I going to get any more context on who you are? Or are you just too mysterious?”

“i’m nobody important.” He said, reaching the wine bottle across the table again and refilling said glass. “i haven’t any ulterior motives, dear, if that’s what you’re afraid of. i just want to get to know you.”

... You liked the way he said ‘dear’. It made you feel warm again. You swirled the wine around the glass, admiring the strange colour- huh, funny. Even though this was a dream, you could still feel that familiar sensation of being tipsy.

“... This is nice.”

“yes.” He murmured, gazing at you through a lidded socket. “it is.”

“I don’t really want to wake up.”

His eyelight flashed.

“... now. don’t go saying things like that, dear. someone might think you’re serious.”

///---///

You woke up with a lovely, soft, cosy feeling. Right down to your core. Far from your usual stuffy, too hot/too cold awakenings, the bed felt like a pair of arms around you- a comfortable pair of arms that made the thought of just closing your eyes and slipping back to sleep again all the more appealing.

...

You rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Morning light was seeping through the curtains; as nice as it sounded, you couldn’t really go back to sleep right now. The day was starting.

... You could almost still taste the wine. You almost felt like its fuzzy warming effect was still thrumming through your body. And, in your mind’s eye, you could still see him- looking at you, smiling, like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

“i just want to get to know you.”

...

... Sans, huh?

///---///

“hello again, dear.”

The same feelings of ‘waking up’. The same knowledge you were dreaming. And, when you opened your eyes... the same skeleton in front of you.

No suit, this time. Just normal clothes, all toned as black as his bones, sharing his faint iridescence.

... This dream wasn't set at a table. It was on a sunny street corner, in a musical-looking city, bright blue sky and quaint cafes surrounding you, bicycles and colourful pedestrians and trees on every inch of available pavement. People busied past both of you, like you weren’t even there- like there was nothing strange about a large, ink-black skeleton holding the hand of a bewildered human.

... Holding your hand. You blinked, looking down... his midnight claws were entwined with your fingers.

You looked back up at his face. “Sans?”

He grinned, evidently delighted you recalled his name. There was so much you didn’t know, in his eye, so much he understood but you didn’t.

“surprised to see me? i said you i’d take you on more dates, didn’t i?”

Yes. You were very surprised. It took you a few moments to gather the words, mouth opening and closing again, dumbly.

“... I-I just... it was a dream.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. “My dreams don’t normally...”

“repeat?” He squeezed your hand gently, brushing his thumb over the back of your palm. “perhaps they do. perhaps they just weren’t worth remembering before now.”

You flushed at the casual touch. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“well." He tilted his skull. "are you the good kind of surprised, dear?”

Again, yes. But you didn’t seem to need to say it, judging by the delighted softness his smile took on.

“... Where are we?”

“you're so cute. paris.” He replied, amiably. “i took the liberty of finding the nicest looking side. it’s a charming city, certainly... but not all of it is this pretty.”

“... I never thought I’d...”

“... be able to go?” His voice was a disarming, lulling purr. “i told you. i want to take you on real dates. we can go anywhere you want- anywhere at all. time and distance are no issue.”

“Why?”

“i said so before. i just want to get to know you.”

... You looked around. At the beautiful streets. You could hear people talking, smell baked goods and coffee. It was so romantic... so unlike anywhere you’d ever been.

...

“Could... we go somewhere high up, when the sun goes down?” You asked. “To see the lights?”

... A small laugh left his chest. Like your question had an incredibly obvious answer.

“... of course we can.”

///---///

Sans, whoever he was... he was quickly becoming a staple of your life. 

He kept his promise. He took you on dates. Wonderful ones, hopelessly romantic ones- strolls through starlit woods, picnics on hills overlooking the ocean, scenic boat rides through canals and rivers alike, city tours that felt so impossibly vivid and real despite the fact that your feet never ached. Various delightful places across the world you were certain you’d never be able to visit in your own reality. 

... Sans was charming. Charming in a sophisticated, cultured way, he had that lifted air to him that made you feel so important when he seemed to so much enjoy listening to what you were saying. He spoke sweetly, he was effortlessly funny, he knew precisely how to make you unwind. He already knew more about you than most people in your life.

Though you still knew nothing about him.

You’d never been so well-slept. Your dreams were starting to become your favourite place. Why wouldn’t they? Nobody in the waking world treated you so kindly. There was nowhere else where you felt so consistently cared for, listened to. If you ate together, you would wake up not hungry anymore. If you drank, you would feel the faint buzz even after your eyes opened. 

... And you always felt warm.

...

You hadn’t researched Sans until now. There was just... something that felt prying about it? You had no reason to think that way. Today was the day you were going to try and find out something about your nightly visitor.

... It was worth researching. Dreams that recurred that often probably had meaning, right? 

A few google searches wouldn’t hurt.

///---///

You saw him again the next night. Because of course you did.

... It was a much simpler setting than usual. Sans usually took you to places that would take your breath away... here, it was just a park bench in a flower garden. 

“morning.” He said, with a teasing lilt to his voice. “how was your day?”

You sat down beside him. Your heart was starting to beat faster. “... Could I talk to you about something?”

He paused. Only for a moment. It seemed like... he could sense your apprehension.

“... oh. of course.”

“I... did some research today.”

A flicker of something in his face. He covered it quickly. “the fun kind of research?”

“Research about dreams. And nightmares.” You fiddled with your hands, looking anywhere but him. “It took some digging. But I found something eventually. Old legends, really old, about a being that can enter people’s minds while they sleep and influence what they dream about. A skeleton with black bones.”

...

“... interesting.”

“... A lot of stuff was different. Like... tentacles, ‘evil’ energy, making people have night terrors so bad they’d give themselves insomnia to avoid sleeping. But, I mean... a skeleton with black bones that enters people’s minds while they sleep?”

... Sans had gone quiet. You glanced at him.

“Are you... uh... are you ‘Nightmare’?” 

...

As you held his blue eye, a strange sensation fell over you. 

It was like... you had come home, and a door you were certain you left closed was wide open. The feeling of staring into a room and knowing, just knowing, there was someone in there that shouldn’t be there. 

An interloper. 

His face... suddenly didn’t look quite as inviting.

...

Had he always been that big?

...

“i see.” He said, softly.

...

Then you were awake. Staring blankly at your ceiling.

You didn’t feel warm. Not at all.

///---///

It was a normal dream, at first. A busy room full of people you didn’t recognise, a nonsensical list of reasons you had to be there that only made sense because your higher thought functions were locked away. Your head felt as though it were stuffed full of sand, and you had little care in the world aside from the base anxieties your brain was projecting onto the scene before you. A test, a missed train, you couldn't even recall.

A normal dream.

...

Something in the corner of your eye flickered. A shadow, moving the wrong way.

...

Just like that, you were aware.

The hair on the back of your neck prickled, the faces around you blurred and unfocused. You felt... singled out. Alone. A real person, in a room full of mannequins.

... You could tell he was there. You'd had enough dreams with him to know when he was nearby. But you couldn't see him- you turned around, only the rest of your dream behind you. But you could feel it... he was in there with you.

"... Sans?" You said.

... Nothing.

Your voice wobbled. “Are you... are you there?”

Silence.

...

“Nightmare?”

“no.” He said, softly, right in your ear. You jumped- it sounded as if he was standing behind you. “do not call me that.”

You didn’t turn around. Something told you there was a reason he was remaining out of view. “... Why did you disappear?”

He hissed. “i never wanted it to be like this.”

“Like... this?”

“it should’ve stayed a dream. it was never meant to be real.”

...

Your gaze dropped to the floor. The carpet, a product of your sleeping mind, repeated itself over and over.

... You suddenly felt... stupid. For a lot of reasons- but mostly for letting yourself feel hurt by that. 

What did you think was going to happen, getting so attached to a random guy in your dreams that did little more than take you on a few pretty looking dates and say a few sweet words? All he had to do was feign interest in what you said, and you were like a fish on a hook. Idiot.

You wanted to wake up.

...

Hands pressed against your shoulders.

“ ... that’s not what i meant.” His voice was a lot softer, suddenly. Softer than you'd ever heard it before- softer, even than your 'first date'.

It was your turn to not respond.

“dear.” It felt like he wanted you to turn around, now. You didn’t. “i promise that’s not what i meant.”

When you spoke, your voice was sullen. This was the end of your nice dreams, wasn't it? “... What else could you possibly mean by that?”

He didn’t let go of your shoulders. “i... it was...”

... Him needing a moment to speak... it didn't exactly cheer you up, but it made you return to the moment a little. It made you listen. You were so used to him knowing exactly what to say at any given moment, silken words coming so easily- the fact that he needed time to gather his thoughts made what he was about to say seem a bit more genuine.

“... the waking world is so complicated.” He finally said. “dreams... are the escape. i didn’t want this to be complicated.”

...

“... Complicated.” Your tone had significantly eased. He wasn’t wrong. Things had definitely become more complicated, as soon as you brought the real world in. 

“i wanted to see you.” His hands moved, from your shoulders to your torso. “i wanted to know you, but i didn’t... want you to have to think. i just wanted to be a dream, for you, someone you could escape to. i wanted to be a good dream for once.”

You didn’t reply. He was convincing. But you didn’t even know if you believed him.

“... don’t wake up.” He murmured. You felt his face press to the back of your head... his arms tucked around your middle.

“I don’t know if I can trust you.” You said. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“i didn’t want you to be afraid of me.”

“Should I be?”

“no.” Instantly, breathlessly. Like he couldn’t believe you asked that. “no, of course not.”

...

You sighed. 

“What’re you willing to tell me?”

“whatever you ask.” 

... It was an interesting way of wording it. You didn’t miss the specificity- whatever you asked him, he would answer. But volunteering information seemed beyond him for now.

“we should go somewhere. to talk.” He offered. “where do you want to go?”

You paused.

...

“Well. How about... somewhere you want to go, this time?”

[ticklishshenanigansau]

LaughterLand - Chapter 18: Incoherent

(story by Mod Secret, art by Mod Kitty)

The cold shock of the water completely engulfed Sans's body. At first, the sensation was somewhat relieving after enduring the hot tingling sensation of the Tickle Dust. But very quickly that relief turned to stinging ice cold as he forced himself to kick for the surface. Thankfully, Sans managed to pull himself up over the water to swallow an enormous gulp of air before he could drown.

Gasping and spluttering, he allowed his body a moment to rest under the water while he kept his face afloat, still taking in mouthfuls of oxygen. He wearily opened his stinging sockets, surprised to find how close he had landed to the shoreline. This river, unlike the flash flood from earlier, was relatively still. It still moved, but much slower than Sans had expected. After filling his nonexistent lungs to the brim, he weakly paddled for land. He was grateful to only need the bare minimum of effort to reach the dry land, though he shuddered to think what would have happened if he had missed.

Then he remembered … Papyrus!

The older skeleton jumped to his feet, frantically scanning his surroundings. His little brother was nowhere in view.

"P-Pap...!" His voice was so hoarse and frail, he stopped to cough just after uttering his brother's name. "Pa … pyrus...!" he gasped.

He quickly checked the river for any sign of him. But nothing was there except for the calm water. Sans's bones filled with a burning dread. Where was Papyrus? Was he in the water? Or worse … did he hit the ground?

Sans realized that his ear canals had been ringing the entire time. As he made an attempt to calm himself, the sounds of the river slowly became clearer, along with another sound … breathy laughter.

A shrill gasp escaped from Sans. He immediately turned to where he could hear the sound of his brother's cackling. It was coming from behind a nearby bush. With no regards for his aching body, Sans bolted for the bush, nearly tripping over his own feet. An overwhelming feeling of relief washed over him the moment Papyrus came into view. The younger skeleton had somehow managed to land safely within the soft entanglement of the large bush. Upside-down, but safe nonetheless. Sans was so overcome with joy to find his brother unharmed that he fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

"Papyrus!" he gasped, his tone a strange mix of excitement and exhaustion. "You're … okay! I … can't believe it!" He panted heavily.

Papyrus barely even registered that Sans was there. He was clutching his rib cage tightly, bright orange tears streaming down his face as he was lost in helpless laughter.

"NYAHAHAHAAA...!! S-SAHAHAHA—!! AHAHAHAHAA!!" was all he could manage.

Sans suddenly remembered, he had flung the little bag of Tickle Dust at him, way too much of it was still affecting his upper body.

"Oh boy…," Sans sighed, a guilty expression falling across his face. "Hang on, Buddy," he said gently, trying to get Papyrus off of the bush. "Let's get you—"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"

Papyrus suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream. Sans jumped back, utterly startled and nearly toppling over. At first it seemed like it was another reaction to the power of the Tickle Dust. But looking beyond Papyrus's unyielding smile, Sans could see a look of utter terror within his eyes.

Papyrus trembled and pointed a shaky finger off into the distance right behind Sans. Sans swiftly turned to see what his brother was gesturing towards. He noticed that they were just on the outskirts of the bright and colorful jungle they had been flying over. Nothing lay ahead of them but miles and miles of trees and wildlife. Sans narrowed his eyes, trying to see what was causing his brother so much fear. But … there was nothing. Just trees, bushes, dirt, and more trees. Sans quickly turned back to Papyrus.

"Pap, what's wrong? What is it?!"

"S-S-SAHAHAHAHAHA!! AGH!! AHAHAHAHA!! SA-SA-SAHAHA....!!"

Papyrus's enunciation was completely drowned out as laughter pounded out of him. His body spasmed as he lay upside down in the bush, still aggressively pointing to the area off to the jungle behind them. Tears rapidly fell down his still-terrified eyes. He was trying so desperately hard to tell Sans what was happening, but the merciless tickling halted his every attempt.

Sans kept looking back to where Papyrus was pointing, but whoever or whatever was intimidating Papyrus would vanish before Sans could get a solid look. He felt a chill crawling up his neck, somehow he just knew that they were being watched by something. But with Papyrus being unable to speak, or even stand up straight, they were as good as sitting ducks. They couldn't wait for the effects of the Dust to wear off on their own — not that Papyrus would be able to last that long anyways. He somehow had to get the answer out of Papyrus.

He quickly and carefully pulled Papyrus up by the shoulders to face him. The rest of the younger skeleton’s body fell limp like a rag doll, too weak from all the heavy laughter to even clutch at his ribs anymore.

"Papyrus?" Sans shook his shoulders vigorously. "Come on, Pap. Snap out of it."

He knew it wasn't going to be that simple, but he had to try something. He shook his shoulders a lot harder, but all that did was rock Papyrus's head back and forth as he continued to shriek with laughter. Sans snapped his fingers around his brother's skull, but even the sound of the snapping next to his ear canals made Papyrus scrunch up his neck and giggle hysterically. Sans tried to brush off whatever Dust might still be lingering around Papyrus's body, but by this point it was too late. The effects of the Dust were already doing their damage and were practically embedded onto Papyrus's bones.

Watching Papyrus wheeze, and scream, and cry, and struggle to get his words out, Sans felt a horrible amount of guilt for another half-baked strategy gone horribly wrong. He should never have used that dangerous Dust on them both. He should have come up with a better idea.

Then he thought about it … he realized something didn't make sense. He had sprinkled Tickle Dust onto his own ribs. It wasn't as much as Papyrus's share, but still … it hadn't even been close to the time it would take for the effects to wear off. So why wasn't he still being tickled?

What had he done differently than his brother? Sans tried to think back, tracing his memory to the events after being thrown out of the tunnel until now … the water! That was it! The Dust must have washed off in the water!

"AAAAAAAAAAGGGHAHAHAHA!!"

Papyrus screamed again, pointing towards the jungle, this time seemingly more terrified. Sans looked back again, just in time to see a strange shape just barely duck out of sight behind a large rock. He had to act fast.

Ignoring his still aching bones, Sans picked Papyrus up off the ground, carrying him in his arms towards the river. He shut his eyes to ignore the anxiety growing in his chest as he dropped his brother into the water with a sudden SPLASH!

Sans held his breath, Papyrus stayed under the water for an agonizingly long time. Sans was about to jump back in to rescue him, when the younger skeleton suddenly burst out of the water. Spluttering, coughing, and gasping for breath. But thankfully, the laughter had finally ceased.

"Papyrus!" Sans called out, reaching his hand to pull him to the shore.

"S…. Sans…," Papyrus croaked weakly, a violent coughing fit soon following suit.

"It's okay, bro. I gotcha."

Sans gently took Papyrus's arms and pulled him back onto the dirt, gingerly rubbing his back as Papyrus continued to cough and spit out water.

"S-Sans...!" he choked out through frantic wheezing.

"It's okay, Pap," Sans reassured him. "Take a breather, just relax."

Papyrus coughed again for what felt like a full minute. Wheezing and dry heaving until at last his regular breathing resumed.

"You okay?" Sans asked worriedly.

Papyrus nodded weakly, feeling the rush of relief as he felt oxygen freely flowing through his bones again. Sans gently hugged around his neck, once again grateful to have his brother safe and unharmed. Papyrus embraced his brother, but as his sockets glanced upwards, a sharp gasp escaped from him and he shrieked.

"SANS! LOOK OUT THERE'S A—"

Two thick fuzzy coils wrapped around the brothers, binding their arms down and pulling them away from each other. At first, Sans thought that they were once again at the mercy of the feather-vines. But as he looked into the faces of their new kidnappers, he realized that they had been bound by the bodies of two enormous python snakes.

"Well…," Sans gulped. "That didn't take long."

[cardverseut]

KINGDOM OF HEART =

• This kingdom is mainly influenced by colors, red, brown and black.

• The kingdom of Hearts has the ability of emotions, its rulers usually have powers related to emotions or influence.

• Her kingdom never gets involved when there are conflicts, they are almost always neutral.

• They are the main exporters of commerce and their lands are rich in vegetation.

•KING OF HEART =

Name: Sans Comic Age: 34 years. Spouse: Red F. Serif. Family: Papyrus Comic (Younger Brother).

Weapon / Skill: GB (Gaster Blaster) and bones. His attacks are very weak but he has the ability to sense people's crimes and the more they have damaged others the more damage they will do (It is called "karmic retribution").

Appearance: It is a somewhat low skeleton and a little round. He wears a brown sweatshirt, short black pants with a white stripe on each side, pink slippers with white stockings and a red cape with white fur.

Personality: He is relaxed and loose 24/7. He is a joker and loved by his kingdom, but nobody dares to try to hurt his family, because there he shows why he is the strongest of the royal family.

Life before the coronation: He was born on a farm at the limits of Corazón and Pica, his parents disappeared leaving him (9 years old) and his baby brother alone, along with his Papyrus survived thanks to the efforts of Sans, he got his home and they made a farm that they maintained; They had a normal and calm life until at the age of 32 the King of Heart mark appeared on his left shoulder blade. His excited younger brother took him to the castle running and was named King.

Bonus: He loves ketchup and hot dogs.

•QUEEN OF HEARTS =

Name: Red F. (Fell) Serif. Age: 30 years. Spouse: Sans Comic. Family: Edge B. (Boss) Serif (twin brother).

Weapon / Skill: Sharp Red Bones and GB (Gasters Blaster). It has a great magic well that allows it to last longer in battles than its King, it is also capable of reading people's emotions with ease.

Personality: He is quite grumpy and emotionally volatile. Most of the time he is reserved, serious and educated in public, while in private or with trusted people he is a joker just like his King, although he has trouble expressing kindness for his past, his heart softens when it comes to children or people weak.

Life before being crowned: Along with his twin brother (Edge) they worked in the guard of hearts, his younger brother is the captain of the guard while he was his second hand. His entire family served hearts as a guard and when his queen mark appeared he refused to rise to the throne as he did not want to be thought he was not the one for the job. Upon learning this, his younger brother tied him in chains and took him to serve the kingdom despite Red's complaints.

Bonus: He loves mustard and spicy things.

•HEART JACK =

Name: Lust H. (Heart) Shame. Age: 25 years. Spouse / Lover: None. Family: Pink P. (Papyrus) Shame (younger brother).

Weapon / Skill: A custom lance for him, bone attacks and GB (Gaster Blaster). He has the ability to seduce almost anyone and make them collaborate just by talking to him (for some reason royalty is immune to this) and he can keep his emotions in check very well.

Personality: He is very flirtatious and friendly. Despite having a bad reputation for his past, that did not stop him from winning a large group of worshipers for his kind and flirtatious way of speaking. Although he appears to be confident and confident, inside he is a very insecure person who tries to do his best so as not to disappoint his brother or his kings.

Life before the coronation: Born in a low-income family, so his parents sold him along with his younger brother to a brothel when he was 15 years old, he worked as a prostitute until he could pay a release with his brother thanks to one of his admirers. When he left life that at age 17 he began to design clothes, until he became the personal dressmaker of the royal family (many say that he seduced the previous king, although they are only rumors). When his Jack mark appeared under his right eye when he was 22 years old, I gladly agree to be.

Bonus: like his kings he is addicted to a condiment, mayonnaise. Sometimes he has panic attacks when seeing how his king dresses in such a "not very decent" way.

[rayghosts]

Reigen Arataka, world's greatest twink, dilf, milf, and Twitter favorite, had the chance of a lifetime. The Tumblr Sexyman poll - the only poll he landed second place in - was having a rematch on the original blue hellsite itself. With the experience he had gathered from the previous match, Reigen felt confident that he could win first place this time. He forwent the tactics he used last time and instead leaned hard into what he now knew was what made him truly appealing to the Tumblrinas: his babygirl factor.

In his first round, he swept the floor with Beetlejuice by opening his laptop and doing his work while lying in bed like a middle schooler. In the second round, he triumphed over Spamton by placing a hand on his hip in imitation of Jerma and saying, "Sparkle on, it's Wednesday, don't forget to be yourself!" In the third round, his victory over Jack Skellington was locked the moment Reigen used his latest Special Move: getting down on his hands and knees and arching his back so that his butt jutted out in a pose which drove the audience wild.

Having now won three rounds, Reigen was growing eager. He had but one round left before he could have his rematch against Sans. Already he could see that stupid skeleton across the stadium, taunting Reigen with his lazy smile.

Reigen's fourth opponent was a character he had never heard of before named Cecil Palmer, who didn't even have a canon appearance (albeit his voice did sound sexy). Cecil was from a podcast from 2012. Learning this, Reigen felt even more assured in his victory. No matter how popular this Cecil character may have been in 2012, Reigen had one over him in terms of relevance.

To Reigen's shock, his match against Cecil turned out to be much tougher than all his previous rounds. He soon learned the error he made in assuming Cecil's podcast faded years ago, for as it turned out, Welcome to Night Vale was still ongoing. Worse yet, Cecil's character writing kept up pace so that he was still as sexy by today's standards as he had been in 2012. Where Reigen cocked his hip in a slutty way and waved his hand around rapidly, Cecil rivalled him by wearing cat ears to work and gushing about his gay husband (who was CANON. How was Reigen supposed to go up against a CANON gay character?!)

But, no, there had to be some other secret to Cecil's success. After all, he didn't make it nearly as far in the Twitter poll. As Cecil paused in the middle of the competition to pull out his phone, Reigen finally saw why: Cecil had a Tumblr account. He had already familiarized himself with the website's culture long before Reigen entered the picture.

As Cecil's votes piled on unrelentlessly, Reigen became nervous. Could he really lose before reaching second place again? Reigen attempted to distract Cecil with a Salt Splash, but Cecil countered him by saying something about "the weather" and causing a random song to play out of nowhere, which disarmed Reigen long enough to gain Cecil another vote.

Now growing desperate, Reigen scanned through the audience, and that was when he saw him: Mob, standing among the crowd of Tumblrinas, watching his Shishou with his usual autistic stare. Reigen's first thought was how embarassing it must be for Mob to witness his teacher lose like this, but then he remembered his last match in Twitter, and what Mob told him afterward. Mob had wanted Reigen not to worry about what other people thought of him.

Reigen suddenly felt ashamed. How could he have forgotten Mob's words so quickly, and what was he teaching his disciple now, by entering a rematch of that contest? His vexation disappeared, to be replaced by a quiet resignation. As the poll drew to a close, and Cecil remained in the lead, Reigen decided to implement one last Special Move: Accepting His Defeat.

One second away from the poll's end, Cecil spoke in his smooth radio host voice, "Good news, listeners: #CECILSWEEP." The crowd erupted into cheers as the round's winner was announced to be Cecil.

Reigen somberly turned to walk off the stage. But before he could reach the end, he felt a hand on his shoulder and turned back to see Cecil standing next to him. Cecil had one question for him... would he like to be mutuals on Tumblr?

Reigen's eyes teared up.

Maybe the true Tumblr sexyman was the friends we made along the way.

@sexymanotd

[ibeta]

In a Name - Just Say It

[Unedited Kustard Draft Below]

Scenario: Sans can’t say Red's name. No one knows why, except Sans' brother might know a hint.

———

Red knows he isn’t the most reasonable monster from his universe, but he never thought he’d meet someone even more unreasonable than him.

—

In the dark caverns of the Underground, Red had met a skeleton. A skeleton in a grey-hooded blue jacket, single-striped shorts and fluffy slippers. He had glowing white eyelights instead of red ones, and his smile was blunt-edged than sharp. He had not a single crack on his bones, all smooth and white. His mittens had looked clean, no dust on his hands.

He looked like free EXP, except Red hadn’t been able to move when the other skeleton had stood before him. And Edge, who’d usually take his actions when Red gave him a signal, hadn’t done anything but introduce themselves to the other skeleton.

In reply to Edge’s semi-polite and semi-threatening introduction, other skeleton had introduced himself as Sans. It was exactly the old name that Red had immediately abandoned because of its meaning, but Sans of this world hadn’t cared that he was named so poorly.

He… was the first person Red had met the moment he and his brother escaped from King Asgore’s tyrannical rule through a desperate shortcut. Sans had told them they were in another universe entirely, handed them a giant book of monster-human laws, and then gave them new phones and numbers to call if they needed help.

“to help you guys.” Sans had given them a bemused expression. “never actually thought i would meet another me and another papyrus, but here we are.”

“i'm red,” he’d told Sans, to correct the name. “and my bro’s renamed to edge.”

The expression on Sans’ face had frozen for a noticeable moment before his grin relaxed. “you sure are, buddy.”

At first Red thought he was just being funny. Monsters from this side of the universe seem to be too touchy-feely, and at times there were some that didn’t seem like they want to get to know him. So, he’d ignored the lack of acknowledgement from Sans.

But during a visit to their new home on the Surface –  and after a hectic and confusing paperwork problem regarding their identities – Sans had spoken to his brother, casually saying Edge’s name for the first time since they’ve met him.

“edge seems like a cool name.”

Red had paused, and then looked at his so-called double. Sans had given his brother, the ex-captain of the Royal Guard, a grin. Tomato sauce leftovers had been splattered on Sans’ apron from the minor food fight he and Red started after Edge screeched at them that they were wasting his time in the kitchen.

“…makes sense for a guy as sharp as you,” Sans had teased, causing his brother to sputter and blush and puff his chest all at once.

“IT IS INDEED A GOOD NAME!” Edge had bragged with pride. “MY BROTHER MAY AT TIMES ACT LIKE LOWER THAN THE CASE HE SPEAKS, BUT HE IS GOOD AT RENAMING THINGS!”

Sans’ grin had quirked when he tilted his head. “renaming things?” he’d prompted his brother.

“WELL,” Edge had mumbled, blushing, “I WAS NAMED PAPYRUS IN OUR WORLD, AND RED HAD BEEN NAMED SANS. HOWEVER!” Edge had raised his hands before Sans could ask anything. “HOWEVER, WE DIDN’T WANT OUR NAMES, SO WE RENAMED OURSELVES. WE ARE NEW MONSTERS, COOLER AND BETTER THAN BEFORE—ALTHOUGH MY BROTHER STILL NEEDS A LOT MORE WORK,” his brother had grumbled at the end.

Red had noticed that Sans became silent, a contemplative look on his skull. “this… might become an issue.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN?”

Sans had glanced at Red, looking entirely apologetic. “i – uh – say, do… do you have another nickname?”

Another nickname, another name. As if Red’s new name was too troublesome to say when it was only a single syllable.

“just red,” he had told Sans evenly. A warning or a reminder, he couldn’t remember, but Sans had given him a blank expression and then nodded.

“it’s a good name,” Sans had said, and Red relaxed enough that he’d almost forgotten about it.

Almost, because Red couldn’t help but note that Sans had never said his name. Never. He could drop friendly call-outs. Buddy, pal, chum, and whatever equivalent, but he’d never said Red’s name at all.

Red had confronted him about it. However, Sans evaded the question so fluidly that he was like a well-oiled machine with his witty comebacks. Red couldn’t get the answer out of him. Papyrus, Sans’ brother, had pleaded for Red to understand that Sans couldn’t say his name.

Like it was some kind of bullshit taboo.

So… Red had thought it was fine if Sans couldn’t say his name, or say the word. Whatever. Really, he hadn’t cared at all. Sans had the power to call any name with the exception Red’s name.

However, although Sans occasionally acted kindly and graciously, Red did not get close to him. He could not get close to him. Red’s name was a part of him. His identity. He didn’t understand why the word would make Sans clam up like it was something bad.

The avoidance bothered Red. It made him lose sleep to see Sans get along with Edge, to say his name, and then make some puns about it too. His brother was like him, renamed, but Red… Red had started to feel like his name wasn’t good anymore.

Frankly, it would have been fine if Red never hears the word from Sans.

Except… When they had to pick up some buckets of paint for the ex-queen’s school, Sans had mentioned the colour to his brother.

“the walls look a little more red than brown, papyrus.”

And something in him had snapped. All curiosity about painting and paint thinners sparked into a seething rage inside him. He had no idea why or how it happened. He had whirled around to face Sans, who had the audacity to name-drop a colour, but not Red’s name.

“okay, what the fuck is your problem with me?”

The skeleton had looked up at him in surprise from where he’d been comparing little paint cards with Papyrus, who had stared at Red in shock.

“i, uh, what—”

“don’t play dumb!” Red had snarled, cutting him off and gesturing towards the cards. “you can say red, but you can’t call me by my name?!” His soul had churned his wrath like threads on a loom, weaving and weaving until it felt like he was bound to it.

“that’s—” Sans had looked away and shuffled the cards within his mitten-clad hands, sweating magic. He looked scared. Nervous. And fuck if it hadn’t made Red feel worse than before. “colours are different than names,” came the meek answer, “when you call a colour, it’s a colour, but when you call a name, it’s…”

Papyrus had stepped forward before Red could lunge at Sans for his stupid, ugly excuses, and his ridiculous insider rule not to call him Red.

“I’M SORRY, RED,” Papyrus had apologised. “BUT SANS CAN’T CALL YOU BY THAT NAME.”

“WHY?!” Red had thrown in the capitals and the frustration that had built up over time from not hearing his name from Sans—Sans had mentioned a damned colour because it wasn’t a name, how was that fair?!

When Papyrus hadn’t answered, as well as Sans, who he had hidden behind him, Red had turned around to leave.

“i’m sorry,” Sans had mumbled.

“then say my name,” he’d snapped.

There had been no reply, but he heard bones rattling. Then, Sans had made some kind of keening noise.

“COME HERE, SANS,” Papyrus had murmured gently.

“papyrus,” Sans had gasped, because of course Papyrus’ name deserved to be called out. His brother, but never Red, a friend, who only wanted to be called by his damned name.

Not Red. Never Red, who proudly owned his name, not something that’s been given to him by some asshole from his Underground.

So, with a hollow feeling in his soul and a tension to his bones, Red had continued home so he could complain to Edge.

His brother had met him at the door, and asked him why he insisted on being called Red when there were many nicknames to choose from. Papyrus had apparently sent him a message, telling him that Red had snapped and that Edge might need to calm him down.

“it’s my name!” Red had all but spat in protest. His rage hadn’t gone down, which had caused his brother’s sockets to narrow. “my name, edge! the very thing i call myself. if he can mention a damned colour but not my name, then what the hell is he doing?!”

“PERHAPS THERE ARE REASONS THEY CAN’T EXPLAIN TO AN IDIOT LIKE YOU, WHO BLOWS HIS GASKET BEFORE THEY CAN EXPLAIN,” his brother had coolly told him while pointing at the dinner table. Red had flinched and shuffled close to the table. “SIT YOUR BONY ASS DOWN! WE WILL TALK ABOUT THIS AFTER DINNER.”

Unfortunately, they hadn’t been able to talk about it after dinner. Papyrus had come knocking before Edge could give them a second serving of food.

Edge had let him into their house, and Red had seen Papyrus carrying a pack of bottled condiments.

“MY APOLOGIES,” he’d said upon seeing Red, “I WOULD HAVE ARRIVED MORE QUICKLY, BUT THERE WERE EXTENUATING CIRCUMSTANCES THAT LED ME TO BE LATE.”

Late to a dinner invitation, of which Papyrus hadn’t been invited. Red had scowled.

“the fuck do you want?”

“RED!” Edge had thrown him a glare—a serious one, so Red shut up. Edge had turned an amiable but stern look at Papyrus. “WHAT BRINGS YOU HERE, PAPYRUS?”

“TO SPEAK WITH RED, OF COURSE.” Papyrus had smiled, but it didn’t reach his sockets. “MY BROTHER MAY ACT INCREDIBLY LAZY AND OVERUSE RIDICULOUSLY LOW QUALITY PUNS, BUT HE DID NOT MEAN TO HURT RED.”

Red had bristled. “then why isn’t he here doing this shit?”

“OH, WELL…” Papyrus had avoided Red’s glare and conveniently looked at Edge instead. “MY BROTHER IS CURRENTLY INDISPOSED,” he’d told Edge, who had a stupid soft spot for Sans because the shorter skeleton loved to toss praise in his general direction. “HE WOULD HAVE COME OVER HIMSELF IF I HADN’T TOLD HIM TO REST.”

The grim look on Papyrus had looked so real that it made Red look away. (Sans had made a sharp noise, had his bones rattled, and Red had caused the fear in his gaze.)

“PLEASE EXCUSE MY BROTHER,” Edge had told Papyrus, his expression carefully blank. “HE’S REACTING THIS WAY BECAUSE IT IS A NAME THAT WE FEEL THAT WE HAVE EARNED TO KEEP.”

“I UNDERSTAND,” Papyrus had replied, warmly. “NO ONE UNDERSTANDS BETTER THAN US, I SUPPOSE. WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY PRESENCE TO YOUR HOME—”

Red had scoffed, hard, but a warning look came from Edge, which Red returned with a glare. “and what are you here for?”

“LET’S SEE, WHAT CAN I EVEN TELL YOU?” Papyrus had muttered. “I SUPPOSE WE SHOULD CLEAR THE MISUNDERSTANDING. AS YOU KNOW, MY BROTHER AND I ARE NAMED SANS AND PAPYRUS, SIMILAR TO YOUR PREVIOUS NAME—”

“YES, THAT IS TRUE,” Edge had cut him off. “BUT WE ARE NOT USING IT ANYMORE.”

Papyrus had thrown Edge a look of amusement. “THAT IS FINE, BUT NOT MY POINT.”

“just fucking say it already,” Red had hissed, earning a harsh nudge from Edge. “don’t make it some kind of flowery bull—”

“PARDON MY INTERRUPTION, BUT OUR ORIGIN IS DIFFERENT FROM YOURS AS SANS AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN IN THE UNDERGROUND.” Papyrus had interrupted. “SANS AND I WERE BORN ON THE SURFACE. SANS HAS EXPERIENCED THE MONSTER-HUMAN WAR.”

Red’s eyelights had disappeared in an instant, and Edge gasped loudly.

(Sans the skeleton had experienced the… what? How—? No, that was impossible, it couldn’t be.)

“OUR APPEARANCE IN THE UNDERGROUND WAS CIRCUMSTANTIAL. WE HAD TRAVELLED TO A DIFFERENT WORLD FOR A RE-TRIAL OF A SORTS. THEN, ONCE THE TRIALS HAD FINISHED, WE MOVED HERE AND ENTERED THE UNDERGROUND TO HELP MONSTERS.”

Edge hadn’t said anything. Red hadn’t said anything. He had no idea what to say to something so convoluted at all.

“HERE I AM, DISTRACTED BY OLD MEMORIES WHEN WE ARE… SPEAKING OF YOUR NAME.” Papyrus had offered a sad smile. “IF SANS SAYS YOUR NAME… WELL, I HAVEN’T SEEN WHAT HAPPENS IF HE DOES, BUT I HAVE SEEN WHAT HAPPENS IF HE TRIES.” The pressure in the room had increased from magic that Papyrus had gathered. “PLEASE DO NOT FORCE HIM, AND DO NOT ASK WHY. I HAVE BEEN SWORN TO SECRECY ABOUT THIS. SANS WILL ALWAYS KNOW IF I BREAK A PROMISE.”

“BUT YOU’RE HERE NOW,” Edge had pointed out.

Papyrus had smiled. “I SIMPLY FOUND A LOOPHOLE SO MY BROTHER CAN KEEP HIS FRIENDS.”

“he’s not my friend,” Red had immediately denied, and had immediately regretted it the moment he heard the door click and the moment Papyrus’ smile disappeared.

“OH.” Papyrus had stopped looking at him, and instead turned to the door behind him. Red had followed his gaze and nearly took a shortcut to his room. “OH, NO.”

Sans had stood behind Papyrus for whoever knew how long, eyelights extinguished and keychain hanging on his mittens.

“SANS!” Edge had gasped with panicked surprise. “YOU’RE HERE!”

“i, uh,” Sans had blinked rapid clicks of his sockets until his eyelights came back. “i just. i – i want to apologise to red. for… not saying your name.” His voice had sounded too casual, too forced to be light.

Red had made a rough sound in reply, voice stuck inside him as a horrible, heavy feeling bore down on his senses.

“i guess i have to return this, too,” Sans had added, and then slowly and tenderly placed the keychain on the bowl of keys on the side table by the doorway. Red had followed Sans’ actions as he shuffled backwards, skull ducked low and so careful not to meet their gaze. “thanks for the, uh, good memories. and for, uh, letting me know.”

And then Sans had opened the door and left without another word, shoulders hunched and hood up.

“SANS!”

In a second, Papyrus had sprinted after him, slamming the door shut behind him.

Red had stared at the door with his fragile soul pounding in his ribcage. The keychain… Edge had given Sans as a token of friendship. Sans had placed it back into the ugly friendship bowl that Papyrus had given them. Sans had—

Sans had left. He hadn’t stayed or bothered them with nonsensical gossip and he hadn’t told a single joke. He’d always left with a joke. He hadn’t looked back at Edge or Red. Sans had forgotten to do a knock-knock joke before entering and… and…

Sans had left.

Sans had left.

Red had a sinking feeling in his soul that he won’t ever come back.

A gloved hand landed on his shoulder.

“BROTHER,” Edge had told him with a grave tone, “YOU WILL NEED A LOT OF MILITARY GRADE SEWING KITS TO SAVE THE ONLY GOOD RELATIONSHIP YOU’VE TORN APART WITH YOUR UTTERLY MORONIC WORDS.”

“fuck,” Red had whispered.

“YES,” his brother had agreed, “IN SHORT, YOU HAVE GONE AND TRULY FUCKED UP.”

—

So, Red ends up in a predicament where he wants to apologise to Sans, and yet also wants to keep his pride.

He wants to say sorry, to befriend Sans again, to make stupid jokes with him and then fall asleep to horribly boring videos of people falling to pranks.

He wants to stay away and stand his ground. His name is important to him, so he doesn’t want to crawl back to someone who could never call his name.

He can’t decide clearly, so Edge has to invite Sans and Papyrus over for a new dinner appointment.

The front door earns its first knocks of the night. Red rushes to the door, unlocking the many locks, and opens it wide.

Papyrus stands before him, dressed in a thick, long coat and a red scarf and a blue beanie on his skull. His whole frame takes up the spot on the doorway, so Sans must be behind him.

Before Red can decide which path to take, Papyrus interrupts his musing.

“SANS WON’T COME,” he flatly announces to Red. Edge groans out a whimper from the couch inside.

Red’s soul tightens. He clears his nonexistent throat and rumbles out, “come in,” and feels like shit when Papyrus dusts off the snow from his clothes.

Sans isn’t behind him.

[magic-hcs]

✨✨400 followers event!✨✨

Thank you all for the 400 followers! I never expected to get so many of you who enjoy my blog it makes me so very happy! I decided to treat you all to an introductory sheets of my already existing AU Swapfell!

*Searching…..Searching…..Searching…..Sear-AU. Found…*

AU: AY978730800

Category: One of the main AU’s

Risk: Medium level threat

Name: Swapfell Gemini

Entry log:

Status is everything. Connections are everything. Power is everything. If you got none you’ll be fighting for your life on the street, or maybe even end up being thrown in the fighter pit used as entertainment for the highest bidders. There’s not really any solid rules in place, each area has its own Captain and Lieutenant - boss monsters who run the place their way - and its own rules. Each area, except the ruins.

No one goes there, in fear of facing the wrath of the previous King.

Snowdin, a peaceful area of respite compared to the other areas despite it being home to two of the most terrifying monsters of the underground: The Captain - also known as The apathetic Queen’s Martyr - and The LOVE crazed Hound. Don’t bother the youngest skeleton brother or you’ll have double the Bad Time.

Waterfall, a bazaar where everything is found and sold, station to the famous Waterfalls Lieutenant, Muffet. You pick or touch something from her store, you buy it. Don’t anger the water spider.

Hotland, any new invention made by the Royal scientist gets tested out here first. Careful of the stray lasers. If you are in any need for a hitman or to cover up your misdeeds? You go to the Captain - or as everyone calls him; the fire boss.

The Core, the entertainment district. Home to the secret fighter pit, television shows, gossip houses and more. The two stars of the Core are the one in charge. The boisterous Captain and the quiet Lieutenant. Keep a careful eye on the Lieutenant, he, despite his quiet behavior, is the scariest one of the two

New Home, the heart of the underground, the place where the Queen reigns. There’s not a single safe place where you’re hidden from the tyrannical Queen’s eyes.

There’s only one rule Queen Toriel is very draconian in nature with: No harm comes to those in stripes. Children are to be cared for, protected. A fate worse than death hangs above your head for those who commit that heinous crime. But how do you know who’s a child when they don’t wear the stripes?

(Art done by @scrambledmeggys , check her out she’s so amazing and cool! I’m in love with her art!)

Inhabitant RW6370076 = Skeleton = S-1.O.3 = Sans = Razzle

Stats

3400 HP

Former Captain of the Snowdin area

Nicknamed The apathetic Queen’s martyr

Never worn stripes

The first experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab with [DATA LOST]

Description

165 cm tall/5.5 feet

Purple color magic

Always wears gloves

A scar runs over his nose ridge

Sharp cheekbones

Unusually sharp claws

Personality/info

Cares only for a selective few

Made sure to protect Coal with everything he has, when Mastiff joined Razzle became protective of him too

Always speaks formally yet got a colorful mouth

Workaholic

Wants to be in control of things otherwise he gets stressed out

Clicks non-existent tongue when frustrated

Dubbed as ‘mom’ by his brothers to tease him

Has way too many hobbies

Got a backup plan for a backup plan

The more sincere he is, the worse and more awkward his apologies get

Is blunt and speaks his mind, also known as an ass, but can be very polite when needed

Occupations:

Errand boy (Previously, underground)

Deputy of the Royal guard (Previously, underground)

Right hand man and advisor of the Queen (Previously, underground)

Lawyer (Previously, post surfacing)

Prosecutor (Currently, post surfacing)

Inhabitant PS63811678 = Skeleton = P-1.O.4 = Papyrus = Coal

Stats

1865 HP

Lowest amount of LOVE out of the three brothers

Was forced by Razzle to wear stripes and for longer than necessary

Is the best at healing magic

Second experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab with [DATA LOST]

Description

180 cm tall/5.10 feet

Golden yellow magic

Always has charcoal smudges staining his phalange tips and face

Two small golden fangs

Looks quite innocent for the world he grew up in

Wears hoodie jackets with graffiti prints

Personality/info

The most emotionally intelligent and available out of the three brothers

Understands Mastiff’s body language frighteningly well

Found the red scarf in the dumps and tried to sew it (messily) before gifting it to Razzle, Razzle always wears it

Always tried to bring home and take care of stray animals he found on the surface (Razzle always finds them eventually and forces Coal to give them to a new home or shelter)

Can forget stuff easily, to compensate he takes a little notepad with him

Used to have a tense relationship with Mastiff when he first joined the family, now they’re almost inseparable

Hates to be left in the dark

Loves memes

Enjoys cold syrup

Likes to sketch with charcoal

Occupations:

Composite sketch artist (Irregular, post surfacing)

Sketch commissions (Irregular, post surfacing)

Animal rescue farm worker (Currently, post surfacing)

Inhabitant PS63811679 = Skeleton = P-2.O.7 = Papyrus = Mastiff

Stats

4570 HP

Has the most LOVE out of the three brothers

Nicknamed: The LOVE crazed Hound

Never worn stripes

Second experiment of [REDACTED]

Escaped the lab alone after pushing [REDACTED] into [REDACTED]

A late bloomer due to malnutrition (heats are irregular and heavy when they hit)

Joined the family much later in life

Description

197 cm tall/6.5 feet

Resting bitch face

Amber color magic

One golden tooth and one chipped tooth

Wears big furry hoodie jacket

Personality/info

Hates liars and people who keep secrets

Has trust issues

Bottles up his feelings

Used to hate Coal, now best brothers and friends

Insecurities about being a lesser copy of Coal

Doesn’t talk often and not a lot, he does it more often around people he trusts and likes

Minimalist

Likes warm syrup

Is a prankster and a tease

Likes to sculpt and woodcutting

Occupations

Bountyhunter (previously, underground)

Vigilante (previously, post surfacing)

Private detective (currently, post surfacing)

✨✨

[areyoubea-why]

GUYS I WROTE DOWN A ROUGH IDEA OF THE MAIN STORY FOR WATCHER SO YOU GUYS CAN REFER TO THIS FOR CONTEXT

I’m also not a writer please excuse me..

Prologue

- Sans was from the timelines where he was a scientist

- This au wasn’t a science au it was just Undertale but set a couple years before frisk falls down

- Sans worked with his friend W.D gaster

- His younger brother names papyrus was twelve years old and stayed at home while sans was working in his new job in the lab as the co-royal scientist

- The story was playing out as usual until due to a mistake in the code making up the au, sans switched places with gaster during the CORE incident

- This meant that sans was thrown into the void

- This glitch was unintentional as this timeline was supposed to be a normal Undertale timeline

- The timeline became glitched and it started to corrupt

- Error found this timeline and destroyed it to stop the spread of the corruption

- The au and its inhabitants where deleted

- But sans was still in the void

Part one

- after sans fell, he ended up in an empty infinite black void

- No light or no need to eat or sleep or anything

- overtime, this lack of usage of sanses magic caused his magic levels to dissipate and it eventually sputtered out

- Sans was still alive but couldn’t access his magic

- That means his blasters, teleportation, bones, inventory

- Even the magic in his eye lights dissapeared, leaving him with really really bad sight

- He’s not completely blind though as the slight amount of determination in his system let him survive in these dire circumstances

- He also got used to the dark eventually

Part two

- eventually the void sensed someone stuck in there and spat sans out like rubbish into a landfill

- Sans was thrown into the nearest Undertale timeline which happened to be a genocide timeline

- Sans was met with his home, empty except for the dust floating in the air

- sans was terrified and ran to his house blindly as it was so bright

- Sans sheltered in the house in snowdin for a couple of hours before he felt the world shake before him and suddenly he woke up in the house

- But he wasn’t alone (guys I literally can’t do this I hate writing just go with it these r straight facts at this point not a story)

- He heard the sound of conversation nearby and left the room

- He came across his worst nightmare

- It was him??? And a tall skeleton

- The way the tall skeleton spoke reminded him of his younger brother papyrus

- He was reminiscing until the other version of himself spoke up to the tall skeleton

- This was papyrus ?? But old? Okay that’s odd

- Last time sans checked papyrus he wasn’t even a teen yet

- Sans was about to speak up when he felt someone behind him

- Suddenly he was grabbed and thrown into a puddle of some odd liquid

Part three

- The skeleton started yapping about “ wow a past sans” and “ you don’t see them outside the timelines often” or “ this one has like so magic what the heck??”

- Sans honestly missed the black of the void at this point because there were far too many loud noises and bright lights for him

- “Who the hell are you?” Sam’s asked the strange figure

- The blurry brown figure apologized for getting off topic, his name was ink and apparently he was the protector of alternate universes?

- Sans did not like this at all

- “Wow your eye sockets are so large and creepy hah! You’re just watching me !”

- Say that again.. sorry

- Sans was about to retort that if he can’t see well he can’t watch but ahh well

- Ink then tells him to go to the omega timeline where a human called core can help him

- Ink sent him through that horrible puddle thing again and he arrived in another bright area

Final part (please help me)

- Sans was given a place in the omega timeline by core

- Core was interested in this new sans as they had never gotten sanses from before

- They also did the math that he was very young compared to the other sanses, despite his odd appearance

- Core could sympathize with the big gaping eyes though

- “ wow your eyes are like mine, perfect for observing people!!”

- Core noticed that this sans needed a nickname due to the abundance of sanses in the area

- They saw the sans looking and observing people a lot and not interacting so they nicknamed him the watcher as a joke but it kind of stuck

- Sans was given a token which could help him travel to different aus

Final details

- the watcher used the token to study the og Undertale and he found out that this is him in the future

- Eventually the watcher came across prank tale and was dumbfounded by the sheer amount of noise and colour

- It was his worst nightmare

- The local sans was an eyesore too and an utter buffoon??

- They did not get on at first

- But eventually they became close friends and pt visits the watchers apartment in the omega timeline

- They get it all sorts of predicaments like getting stuck in the back rooms r smth

- The watcher gained a couple of close friends over time

Okay that is IT I am DONE writing I hate it

This doesn’t even count as writing it’s so bland and ewww

This wasn’t supposed to be anything special.. just context for anyone who wanted to know his story

Permissions -

Nothing to do with NSFW if you want to draw or write about watcher

You can write or draw him just credit me!!

PT doesn’t belong to me, he belongs to marvelous-baguette on tik tok!!

In conclusion

Name: the watcher

Age: physically 20 , mentally 35 due to being stuck in the void and not growing

-true neutral-

Strengths: amazing hearing due to having bad sight, good with guns somehow

Weaknesses: 1HP, no sans abilities, bad sight, papyruses

Fears: sleeping, quiet places, any papyrus, error

Personality: quiet to begin with, really friendly eventually

Friends: PT, park sans (belongs to a_lotta_socks on tt), system error (belongs to jenlinthegreat_ on tt)

Regarding sparky sans, my other oc who I talk about more on tik tok (beaboep), he is a what if character in another timeline where the watcher was found by the bad sanses instead of in and was given to the mad scientist sparky to be experimented on

Any typos are not my fault I do no wrong!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🗣️🗣️

[fluffychubbydragon]

what is horror's lore? i am intrigued 👀

Ah... to be honest I wasn't expecting someone to actually ask.. but here you go:

Horror (or in the story will be known as Axe) is a poor village boy with his little brother (his name will be Poplar in this story, Pops for short).

Their village resides on the edge of a large wooded area on one side while the rest of the surrounding areas are all farm lands which they would frequently help as children, though as Axe grew, he found that he was more equipped to hunting in the forest rather than farming, but he still helped his parents in the fields whenever he could. This caused him to use whatever daylight he had left to hunting and trapping in the forest close to their home, bringing home whatever meat his family needed and would also use as barter for other things if there was extra.

Poplar loved helping his mum and pop (even as a child) in the farming as it gave him something to create, something that would grow under his care. As he grew, he also found ways of making crafts out of the hides and bones of the creatures that Axe would hunt and helping his big brother barter for things that they either needed or wanted. And Axe would not say no to Poplar if he really wanted something that one of the elders of the village would make, though, sometimes the elders would just give children toys that they had made out of boredom, but Poplar would never want to get anything for free and would insist heavily on giving them something back.

Both boys learned a lot from their parents as well, enough to help them survive on their own. Axe learned from his father every way he knew to trap animals and to defend himself and his family if something ever happened while Poplar learned how to cook from his mother from an early age seeing as men cooking could impress a lady greatly which did not happen often. Both brothers learned how to farm properly and how to keep crops alive until harvest, and then how to harvest (even the ones that would be deemed poisonous if harvested wrong).

That was...

Until the drought that lasted months that left the land no longer anything but sand and dirt. Everyone in the village began to starve as it was a farming community, not many knew how to hunt like Axe could, which led to villagers requesting more and more out of Axe to hunt, but over hunting would mean no food eventually and Axe as well as his father knew it. It came to points where people began leaving (the ones that could afford to do so) while other began to die off slowly. Between all these factors, majority of the villagers became violent and would fight one another for food.

Eventually Axe and Poplar's parents died of starvation, having rationed themselves to death for the sake of their sons' lives. It was during this grieving time when Axe got attacked by another villager thinking he had food that caused the large hole in his skull and thought to be left for dead. Yet he was determined to live to protect his baby brother who had only been 14 at the time (Axe was barely 18 when he received his head injury). When he had finally sauntered back home to his little brother, he collapsed and Poplar healed the damage as best he could. It was after this that they moved further into the woods to get away from the villagers that harmed Axe partly because of the trauma and mostly because Axe didn't want Poplar to go through the same thing he did.

Axe has a bit of trouble with his short term memory due to this and has to talk slower which frustrates him immensely, but Poplar has and always will be a patient soul.

Things will eventually look up for them when a figure covered in moving Shadows passes through.

(also, not all the skeletons in this series will be "Sans' and Papyrus' " there will be plenty of other skeleton characters who are female as well. In fact, one of the villagers was a female skeleton around Poplar's age that he had a crush on early on in his life. She starved to death though. But there will be others)