#undertailsoulsex

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Fanfiction help, tips, prompts and ideas

I know how frustrating it is to come here looking for actual advice and the only things you find are inspirational posts that just repeat the same "you can do it" message over and over. So I compiled all the wonderful tips and advice I've seen so far. These posts here have saved me a million times already.

Dialogue Prompts

Dialogue Prompts, tips, ideas, everything ->

Angst, Fluff, Smut, Bittersweet:

https://heartofwritiing.tumblr.com/post/703589142626484224

dumplingsjinson's dialogue prompts (They're great and with so many different dynamics):

https://listography.com/dumplingsjinson?m=0580652416

Help with Sentence Structure

I know that feeling when you see your writing and notice how bleak and repetitive it is, these posts can help you <3

A few special rules for dialogue punctuation, paragraphing, and grammar

(Rules you can and should break after learning the basics. Play with those rules to find your style)

https://www.reddit.com/r/FanFiction/comments/15zni42/a_few_special_rules_for_dialogue_punctuation/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

How to make your writing more eloquent

https://pens-swords-stuff.tumblr.com/post/181631690061/how-can-i-make-my-writing-sound-more-eloquent-and

How to know if you're telling too much and what to do

https://www.tumblr.com/iselsis/655030320745332736/writing-tip?source=share

Sentence Structure (LOVE this, it's really useful if you're struggling with making more varied sentences)

https://how-to-fanfic.livejournal.com/4861.html

One Look Thesaurus

If you're having that horrible brain fog moment and can't remember that one word, this can help you!! This saved my hair from being ripped off a lot of times

Tips of all types: pacing/formatting, etc

Read this, it's worth it, I promise

Filter words, words that distance the reader from the writing:

https://www.tumblr.com/daily-writing-tips/174033348563/are-these-filter-words-weakening-your-story?source=share

When nothing is happening in your story or things are going too slow:

https://www.tumblr.com/daily-writing-tips/178617903283/ive-been-writing-a-book-and-the-feedback-ive?source=share

A great discussion about epithets:

https://www.tumblr.com/daily-writing-tips/639487272174141440/undertailsoulsex-cimness?source=share

Abandoning your outline or letting it grow:

https://www.tumblr.com/daily-writing-tips/186443325965/first-of-all-i-love-your-writing-so-much-and-i?source=share

Describing emotions internally and externally:

https://lets-get-fictional.tumblr.com/post/171248036936/resources-for-describing-emotion

General writing tips for structure, formatting etc:

https://www.tumblr.com/kindredcandy/691030138594426880/writing-tips-for-fanfic-writers-a-post-by-someone?source=share

Dialogue tags, sentence structure, adverbs, etc

(these tips are great for those writing their own books and for those writing fics too)

https://www.tumblr.com/dynamicsymmetry/178394340566/good-stuff-guys-i-edit-professionally-this-list?source=share

Tips on writing characters without faces:

Masterlists/Masterposts

agirlnamedjana's master dialogues/scenes/dynamics prompt list:

https://creativepromptsforwriting.tumblr.com/post/642950535717224448/master-prompt-list

And also her masterpost on how to write/motivation/tips:

https://creativepromptsforwriting.tumblr.com/post/633943514155253760/masterpost-how-to-write-a-story

+ Writing Resource masterlist:

https://lets-get-fictional.tumblr.com/post/146261106991/writing-resources-masterlist

Body Language

The Emotion Thesaurus (and all the other ones covering bad traits, settings and more)

Not everyone has the money to buy the book, so I'm going to link down here the place where you can buy it, but if you can't, just look up 'Emotion Thesaurus PDF download' on Google and you can download it for free. I recommend searching for it on VK, it comes with all the other Thesaurus(ses?) too. It's really helpful, especially the examples at the beginning and the notes after each section!

https://www.amazon.com.br/Emotion-Thesaurus-Writers-Character-Expression/dp/1475004958

Words to describe voices

https://www.tumblr.com/saraswritingtipps/731091220088127488/some-tips-for-using-a-few-words-to-describe?source=share

Writing descriptions (voice tone, facial expressions)

https://www.tumblr.com/thewatcher727/751571479667326976/writing-description-notes?source=share

How to show emotions instead of telling them

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/689038358087860224/how-to-show?source=share

Body language basics (smiles, eyebrows, head positions)

https://lets-get-fictional.tumblr.com/post/146030452463/writing-tip-june-6th

List of body language phrases (positions, reactions, movements like "he arched his back") divided by body parts:

https://lets-get-fictional.tumblr.com/post/153224282966/writing-tip-june-4th

Body Language sheet

Body Language Master List - Google Sheets

Said — use it, don't use it, alternatives and tips

These alternatives can also help you come up with new ideas for the feelings/reactions of your character ->

Words to replace "said" and some tips

Caitlin McDonald - Words to replace said, except this actually helps (tumblr.com)

Alternatives to "whisper" (except with actual useful tips under those alternatives)

the dextrous, the sinister. — Word List: Alternatives to "Whisper" (tumblr.com)

Words to use instead of “said” organized by emotion/intention part 1&2

https://www.tumblr.com/damselwrites/136952662989/words-to-use-instead-of-said-organized-by?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/damselwrites/173814509709/words-to-use-instead-of-said-organized-by?source=share

When to include physical gestures, actions, and facial expressions & how often to say he/she said/yelled/whined, etc

https://tmblr.co/ZEsmmh2Ht2qO7

Fights and Battles

Vocabulary list for fight scenes with actions, reactions, effects and more:

https://www.tumblr.com/writers-potion/743977530213679104/vocabulary-list-for-fight-scenes?source=share

Words and phrases to describe characters in pain

https://www.tumblr.com/maccreadysbaby/721518428167536640/some-of-my-favorite-words-and-phrases-to-describe?source=share

Little Tips

Things that may be causing your writer's block and what to do

https://www.tumblr.com/burntoutdaydreamer/733191894679650304/things-that-may-be-causing-your-writers-block?source=share

Writing tips for authors with ADHD

https://www.reddit.com/r/FanFiction/comments/u3mzd0/writing_tips_for_authors_with_adhd/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button

NSK96's Writing Help, divided by sections and covering all parts of writing:

https://www.tumblr.com/nsk96/703138245307924480/writing-help?source=share

Show Don't Tell. Or do a little telling too, it's alright

Writing better descriptions:

Showing what the character is feeling:

Consider checking more of Lyralit's posts, there are more like this one

Writing tips by Mod Joana: Don't like it — change it. The first words. Show don't tell:

https://lets-get-fictional.tumblr.com/post/175250059716/what-are-the-best-3-tips-for-writing-in-your

Writing relationships:

Writing Smut

https://www.tumblr.com/cillmequick/734816830305255424/maam-please-bestow-upon-me-your-amazing-smut?source=share

Writing a relationship your readers will ship

https://www.tumblr.com/daily-writing-tips/174033327753/writing-a-relationship-your-readers-will-ship?source=share

Advice for writing relationships (Big compilation with lots of tips and different types of relationships)

https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/726838146095087616/advice-for-writing-relationships?source=share

Writing romantic love

https://www.tumblr.com/novlr/713058246667223040/how-to-write-romantic-love?source=share

I'll update when I find more! I hope this helps you <3

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EDGE FANFICTION

7 smut fics

3 Reader fics

2 shipless fics _ Burn Me Down and Roadside Attraction

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1. Karmic Retribution

By Mercy_Run (127k) - Complete

Sans x Red x Edge

[author summary]

“Sans knew in his soul that there was only one way he was now in another universe. Erasure was one thing a reset would fix, but corrupting and breaking it would be the only reason he was here now.

He had expected to overwhelmed in this world of 'kill or be killed' but it was this timeline's version of his brother and himself that had him stepping up. He was a 1 HP monster, physically weak but he did have one thing on his side in a world so filled with LOVE.”

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2. Broken Bones

By Lady_Kit (162k) - Complete

Edge x Stretch, Edge x Blue

[author summary]

“UF!Papyrus is gravely injured, and UF!Sans brings him to Underswap to recover. UF!Papyrus doesn't know how to handle genuine kindness, and US!Papyrus learns there's more to this other version of himself than he ever guessed.”

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3. ain’t this the life

By nilchance

Sans x Red, Red x Edge

Eventual Sans x Edge

It mostly compiles of one shots Sans x Red but for the one shots with Edge, he steals the show.

[Restricted access]

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4. A Fixed Debt

By undertailsoulsex (196k) - InC

Edge x Sans

[author’s summary]

“Sans tries to go back in time to before his brother is killed. He ends up in the Underfell universe and bites off a lot more than he can chew. Can Underfell Papyrus help him back home or will he be stuck in this awful world forever?”

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5. Don’t Shoot the Albatross

By GypsumLilac (29k) - Complete

Reader fic, SFW

[author summary]

“Papyrus needs a mole with influence in the police force. You need a date to your cousin's wedding.

Papyrus needs information. You need information.

Your aunt is the mayor. Papyrus wants political influence.

Until he has no more use for you-

Until you have no more use for him-

Looks like you're dating a skeleton.”

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6. Burn Me Down

By GypsumLilac (22k) - Complete

Reader fic, SFW

[author’s summary]

“YOU SEE THAT HANDSOME DASHING SKELETON?? THAT IS YOUR NEW BOSS. NO TRYING TO BE FRIENDS WITH YOUR NEW BOSS, AS HE IS QUITE TOUGH AND WOULD SHATTER ANY DELICATE HUMAN HEARTS THAT DARED COME NEAR!!”

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7. Roadside Attraction

By popatochisp (21k) - InC

SFW, Reader fic

[author’s summary]

“You get all kinds at your diner, especially working night-shift--but this is the first time you've ever been warned about one.

Just how bad can one skeleton be...?”

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8. Ain’t this Lamia

By Kamari333

Ain’t this the life fanfic

Red x Edge x Lamia

[author’s summary]

“Red and Edge find something in their livingroom. It immediately catches Edge's attention. As usual, anything Edge likes, Red needs to test drive.”

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9. And Bingo Was His Name-O

By keelywolf (3k) Complete

SFW

Stretch x Edge fluff drabbles

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10. Killing Moon

By Nilchance

Red’s brainwashed and Edge tries to save him.

[Restricted Access]

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11. Chain Me to You

By Trash Theater (52k) - InC

[author’s summary]

“Abandoned by his brother and overwhelmed by Underswap, Slim begins to fall apart. The only one who seems to know what to do with the pieces is Edge, but things in Underfell are getting worse and he doesn’t have time to babysit. Edge can lend a hand, but it wont be enough to keep Slim from falling.”

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From @undertale-museum

[sock-to-the-third]

Fiction

Key

💥 tw SA // 🍑 includes smut // ��� erotica // 📚 disability // 🌹 transgirl mc // 👑 transguy mc // 🐸 outside binary rep // non-fiction

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2019-2024

Tiliikum by Llama Goddess

Karmic Retribution by mercy_run 🍑

Little Red by Spectascopes

Compound Fracture by Lady_Kit

Ain’t this the life by nilchance 💧

Killing Moon by nilchance

A Fixed Debt by undertailsoulsex

2022

The Henna Wars by Jaigirdar

The Invisible Life of Addie Larve by Schwab

The Impossible Knife of Memory by Anderson [PTSD]

Get A Life, Chlore Brown by Hibbert 🍑

Welcome Back, Maple Mehta Cohen by McGovern 📚

Star Trek: Cast No Shadow by Swallow

Nevada by Binnie 🌹

Young Mungo by Stuart

A big ship at the end of universe by White 👀

Manhunter by Felker-Martin 🌹 👑

Tell Me I’m Worthless by Rumfitt 🌹

Set this House in Order by Ruff [DID]

Parable of the Sower by Butler [seed religion] 💥

2023

The Kissing Quotient by Hoang

Silver Canyon by L’Amour

Body of Stars by Walter [magical realism] 💥

Augustus Kitko and the Mechas from Space by White 👀 🐸

Koko Takes a Holiday by Shea [merc]

Funny Gyal by Johnson

When London Falls by Stone [barista x famous band guy]

An Untamed State by Roxane Gay 💥

Left Hand of Darkness by Guin [alt society] 🐸

Queen of Teeth by Hailey Riper

Hell’s Corner by Baldacci [gov agent]

Koko The Mighty by Shea [sequel]

Divine Justice by Badacci [gov agent]

Invisible Life by Harris [black bi lawyer]

The Cipher by Koja [psych horror]

The Delicious Death by Cottingham [ghoul girls, ya] 🌹

Escape from Asylum by Roux [horror]

2024

Fall of Ruin and Wrath by Armentrout

2 Sisters Detective Agency by Patterson

quite an ugly morning by brookmyer

From Blood and Ash by Armentrout

Ripe by Etter

Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Armentrout

I Am Not a Serial Killer by Wells

[new blog]

Six of Crows by Bardugo [dyslexia?]

All the Rage by Summers

Beartown by Backman

Ninefox Gambit by Lee [dyscalcula]

Raven Strategem by Lee

Ninth House by Bardugo

Shadow and Bone by Bardugo

The Fifth Season by Jemisin

Crooked Kingdom by Bardugo

Revenant Gun by Lee

Queer Werewolves Destroy Capitalism by Lyons

All Systems Red by Martha Wells

[comments]

The Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee [xe/xyr, e/em]

A Voyage to Arcturus by Lindsay [ebook]

The Obelisk Gate by Jemisin

Artificial Condition by Wells [te/ter] *

Dragon Pearl by Yoon Ha Lee

Dead Space by Wallace

The Familiar by Bardugo

Rogue Protocol by Wells

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Prev / Key / Next

🔥 lil intense [set aside]

* sequel after this

💧 erotica

non-fiction

Fiction

Fall of Ruin and Wrath by Armentrout

2 Sisters Detective Agency by Patterson

quite an ugly morning by brookmyer

From Blood and Ash by Armentrout

Ripe by Etter

Kingdom of Flesh and Fire by Armentrout

I Am Not a Serial Killer by Wells

Tiliikum by Llama Goddess

Karmic Retribution by mercy_run 💧

Little Red by Spectascopes

Compound Fracture by Lady_Kit

Ain’t this the life by nilchance 💧

Killing Moon by nilchance

A Fixed Debt by undertailsoulsex

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Six of Crows by Bardugo [dyslexia? Or dysgraphia, whichever makes it impossible to read]

All the Rage by Summers

Beartown by Backman

Ninefox Gambit by Lee [dyscalcula]

Raven Strategem by Lee

Ninth House by Bardugo

Shadow and Bone by Bardugo *

The Fifth Season by Jemisin *

Crooked Kingdom by Bardugo

Revenant Gun by Lee

Queer Werewolves Destroy Capitalism by Lyons 💧

All Systems Red by Wells *

A Voyage to Arcturus by Lindsay [ebook]

Best Lesbian Erotica Vol4 💧

Books 2024

Tilikum by Llama Goddess

Fall of Ruin and Wrath

2 Sisters Detective

quite an ugly morning

From Blood and Ash

Ripe by Sarah Rose Etter

Best Lesbian 3rotica Vol6, Edited by Sinclair S3xsmith

A Light Most Hateful by Hailey Piper [half]

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson [pg204]

Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

The Crown of Gilded Bones by Armentrout [pg179]

When the Rabbit Howls by Troops for Truddi [pg129]

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Solomon [pg178]

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Kedgeup: The Great & Terribly Ill Papyrus!

[ Direct link to Ao3 ] [ ko-fi ]

Happy birthday, @undertailsoulsex! I wanted to write something for you and I heard you like sick fics... Please enjoy my first foray into these subject matters.

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Pairing: Kedgeup (Underfell Papyrus/Undertale Sans)

Summary: Papyrus has been acting odd lately and Sans has an inkling that the other isn't feeling well. He has a recipe for that. (Can also read as platonic)

Rating: Gen (sick fic, caretaking, fluff, cooking, cuddling & snuggling)

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Papyrus had been silent. Too silent. Sans grew more suspicious of the other’s actions despite snapped retorts that nothing was out of the ordinary. His eye lights settled on the subtle jitters that shot through the other’s bones, fixated on the way the counterpart of his brother’s sockets seemed to dim in focus briefly, before flaring up again. It was as though this Papyrus was infuriated with the prospect of zoning out, which only made Sans exhausted in return.

So he kept to himself on the couch in the living room, huddled under a thick comforter with the remote just in reach. Snow echoed on the screen the same as it fell outside, and no matter how many times he attempted to change the channel, it was the same on every station.

His eye lights dragged off to the side when he heard the none-too-gentle closing of cupboards in the kitchen while Papyrus seethed to himself. He didn’t hear what was being muttered, but he knew asking him if everything was ok would only be met with another bark of irritation.

He didn’t know what the big guy’s problem was lately. He figured it was just a bad mood of sorts. Their relationship ever since he had arrived had been a little strained, to say the least. For the most part, he would’ve liked to think that things had settled into amicable camaraderie. At best, the awkward fluttering in his rib cage whenever they shared personal space and secrets told him they had something. And that it was mutual.

Torn from more pleasant thoughts, Sans turned his skull to the kitchen’s direction when he heard a lid hit the floor and warble away, followed by a rather colourful objection. He snorted to himself and let out a sigh, creeping over the edge of the couch’s arm to have a better look.

“y’ok in there?” he called out half-heartedly, although he was legitimately concerned. He had learned rather quickly that the crockery was to be treated with care. Papyrus slamming things down was extremely out of character - at least where his cooking pots were concerned. When he didn’t get a reply, Sans sighed again and pushed himself off the warm couch and its blankets to stroll up to the kitchen doorway.

The scent of tomatoes and onions immediately hit his nasal cavity, although saltier than he recalled the fruit being, he didn’t utter a word. Instead, his eye lights fell to Papyrus, whom was half-grasping at the countertop and bent over the sink. The pot lid had stopped its journey from the cupboard at the wall and soapy water was strewn almost everywhere.

“geez.”

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT,” the other groused, throwing a warning look over his shoulder.

Sans shrugged, not daring to breach the doorway. Instead, he leaned against the jamb and watched for a while, his gaze searching as he picked up the little hints and subtleties that his own brother had exhibited in his universe. The usual grand exuberancy in which he carried out his actions were masking trembles. Getting angry or irritated with him to raise his emotions, to hide the flush on his cheekbones. The way he rushed everything to make it look like he was panting from exertion and not simply because he had a fever.

Of course, this Papyrus was not dissimilar, with the same traits right down to the bone, despite being rough around the edges. Sans’ grin tugged absently with the thought, but was quickly expelled from his reverie when one of Papyrus’ knees jittered noticeably.

Yeah, this had gone on long enough.

“ok, bud,” he started, all business now despite another warning glare he received. He dragged his feet through the sudsy water on the floor, extending a hand to the other as a sort of peace offering. Papyrus was staring it down like it was some sort of profane object, instead. Every part of him stiffened and trembled through his struggle to keep upright. “i think i get what this is.”

“AND WHAT, PRAY TELL, MIGHT THAT BE?”

Sans schmoozed up to his side with a wink, leaning against the wet countertop without a care. “you got the flu,” he said simply, although Papyrus could detect the hint of a sing-songy tease.

“ARE YOU MAKING FUN OF ME?” he demanded, his phalanges gripping at the countertop with renewed strength through his irritation. “IS THAT WHAT THIS IS?”

“my buddy, you just dropped the pot and despite not livin’ your life by the 5-second rule like i do, you’re pushin’ even my standards,” Sans replied with a light laugh as he nudged at the half-cleaned pot on the floor with his foot. “you seem to enjoy that sink a lot. who knows, maybe i can smear somethin’ around, just for you. i know you like your ablutions.”

A marvelous crimson flooded the other’s face with the tease and Sans grinned a little more, proud he could get under Papyrus’ metaphorical skin, all the same. He had to know what was going on when Sans tilted his hand, and now it was a kind of dare as to who would fold first.

Papyrus being who Papyrus was, held his ground - or rather, the counter - with astoundingly unbending stubbornness. The fact he had not retorted to Sans’ accusation was either because he was still thinking of a witty response, or he was too fuddled to properly come up with anything. Sans could see it was the latter when he saw a small wilt in the other’s stance and moved closer to make sure Papyrus didn’t fall.

“c’mon. no need to put a damper on things,” Sans grinned, raising a brow bone as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. As he did so, he scooted a little closer; not much, but enough that he was within reach if Papyrus’ legs decided to give out. “what’re you tryin’ to do here? make soap?”

“SOUP.”

“not gonna lye, i heard soap.” Sans’ grin widened while Papyrus groaned audibly. It seemed the shorter skeleton was resolute in his plan to assault him with bad jokes in order to crumble his defenses.

“SOUP,”  Papyrus said again, pointing to a bowl of crushed tomatoes that had miraculously stayed on the counter. When he did so, the world swayed for a moment and he huffed out a hot breath when spots appeared before his vision.

Before he knew it, Sans had caught him. Although when he came to, whether it was after he’d hit his skull off the floor or not was debatable. Papyrus felt as though his head was pounding and there was no definite source as to where it was exactly emanating from. He heard Sans curse under his breath and felt arms encircling him, bringing one of his own arms over the other’s shoulder to hoist him up while his legs shook uneasily when he was pulled to his feet.

“ok. there’s no way you can say you’re not sick, man.”

“I’M NOT A SICK MAN!” Papyrus muttered stiffly, attempting to extract himself from Sans’ hold.

Sans was frowning at him, the gears turning in his head as the other blathered on about ‘DUTIES’ and how ‘A TRULY GREAT PERSON NEVER GETS THE FLU’ and ‘SICKNESS IS A WEAKNESS NOT IN MY CONSTITUTION’. He rolled his eye lights as Papyrus continued on, tempted to call out the other’s utter absurd behaviour - but this was his house after all. Technically it was both of theirs, but interdimensional timeshares would be a whole different ball game to sort through with the logistics involved.

“lemme at least get you to the couch or somethin’-” Sans offered, attempting to steer the other skeleton out of the kitchen; he had a lot of dead weight for someone who was nothing but bones.

Despite his efforts, Papyrus was still objecting as his legs automatically followed Sans’ lead; “I WILL NOT HAVE YOU CARRY ME LIKE A PETULANT CHILD-”

“then don’t act like one, man. c’mon.” Enduring the other’s protests, Sans had little difficulty bringing Papyrus over to the couch. He could’ve sworn he’d heard a relieved sigh escape the other skeleton when he sat down, and Sans started bundling him in blankets.

“YOUR EFFORTS ARE WASTED,” Papyrus repeated relentlessly, to which Sans only hummed in agreement and pushed him back into the couch’s plush cushions. He leaned forward and briefly caressed the other’s skull, resulting in an indignant squawk from Papyrus, who hid his face in the blanket while Sans retreated back to the kitchen.

“stay there,” the shorter skeleton called from the kitchen.

Papyrus could very clearly hear crockery being messed with and seethed quietly - although it wasn’t in rage or irritation, not at Sans. He hadn’t shown it, not necessarily; Sans had a way of worrying that tipped him off. He stayed close. He lingered in rooms that he was in. He made small talk and tried to distract him by slipping jokes under his radar.

Papyrus shrunk down against the couch, his legs sprawled out over the edge of the cushions as their view wavered dizzyingly in front of him. A grand guardsman like himself couldn’t afford to take ‘sick days’. What would others think? He knew what they would think, that was the problem. Sickness was what monsters with weak magic reserves had to deal with, and he was beyond strong! Someone below him must’ve brought something in regards to that, he thought in bemusement…

His skull was aching again and he wrestled an arm out from Sans’ bundling and brought his hand to his face, cupping the side as though to gauge the temperature. Was he warm? He didn’t feel well, but he didn’t feel hot. If he was ‘getting’ a flu, he probably still had a day or two before it really settled on him, then he could… possibly make some excuse. Like… Sans. Who… possibly needed something. Far away. Probably Hotland. Was he hot?

Was he hot…

Clinks and running water from the kitchen pulled him from his swimming thoughts. How could the Great and Terrible Papyrus succumb to such a thing as a cold!? Who was the careless oaf whom he’d contracted it from? There would be answers - at least, that’s what he was planning for.

Soon enough, Sans had come out from the kitchen, somewhat spattered with red sauce. He had, to his credit, attempted to wipe the flecks of tomato off his hoodie and face with his sleeve, but Papyrus found himself glaring at the little splotches while his vision swam in and out of focus.

“better now that you’re sittin’?” the other skeleton inquired as he leaned in close. Papyrus hung his face against his hand and huffed heavily in response, not in any mood for conversation. But he did see it - that odd little way Sans’ eye lights constricted when he was worried and the way his grin tugged down ever so slightly, unconvinced.

“I’M NOT SICK…” he suddenly said, still clinging to the delusional hope that Sans would believe him. Despite how horrible and warm he was feeling, it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep from shivering.

That fact was apparent when Sans could hear the subtle noise of bones knocking together. It seemed like his hunch was correct, and that Papyrus’ overzealous nature had finally caught up to him. Wearing himself down while having the flu… just like at home. Only this Papyrus was not his Papyrus.

He sighed and flopped onto the couch beside him, close enough to rest his skull against the other’s. When Papyrus froze, if only for a moment, Sans grinned to himself and tugged him so the other was resting against him.

“sure you aren’t.”

Whether or not it was due to the creeping warmth his sickened magic was coalescing, Papyrus continue to feel warm. Despite not moving for more than a few minutes, he felt exhausted and light-headed. Coupled with the tomato-y smell wafting from the kitchen, his senses were being overloaded by light, sound and vertigo.

Biting back a threatening miserable groan, Papyrus huffed as he buried his skull further into the comforter. Sans had turned his skull to see him better; Papyrus’ eye sockets were closed and his brow was knitted together in a fierce attempt to look ‘normal’. The flush of his bones betrayed how he truly felt however, and the rattling continued.

“you’re like the worst not-sick person i’ve ever seen, man,” Sans sighed quietly, bringing a hand up to cup the top of the other’s skull. He felt the coiling and restless magic fettering inside the other’s bones, signalling the fever broiling within him. Pushed to his limits, Papyrus shook his head, attempting to get the hand off him without much success.

A few moments passed with Sans gently patting the other’s skull, phalanges tracing soothing scuffs over the cracks and smooth bone until Papyrus finally settled. He was still shivering, but he was being leaned against like a large dog, threatening to bury his body with the cocoon of blankets Sans had wrapped him up in.

That’s when he decided to slip away - or at least, that had been the plan, had he the wherewithal to get away without jostling the other skeleton. As predicted, Papyrus cracked open an eye socket and seemed perturbed that he had been roused, or even that he had fallen asleep in the first place.

“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING.” It was more of a statement than a demand and Sans had to laugh, patting the other’s skull.

“soup.”

“SOUP?” As fuzzy as things appeared all around him, Papyrus blinked up at the skeleton grinning down at him. At least, he thought it had been him, but he was less sure now. It could be a trick. He didn’t make soup, nor did he think Sans knew how to cook.

Of course.

Sans didn’t know how to cook! Nothing in their time together had led him to believe that the other skeleton knew how to make anything apart from microwaved burritos or the odd piece of charred toast!!

Suddenly renewed through an internal horror of Sans demolishing his kitchen, Papyrus pushed himself up. He lurched threateningly as he pointed at the other’s face, hand shaking in protest.

“DON’T YOU DARE!”

“dare what? finish the food you were plannin’ on makin’ anyways?” Sans challenged, giving the other a light shove. The jostle was enough to send Papyrus back onto the couch with a weak grunt, unsteady where he sat. “geez. why the heck did you force yourself? look at you, loose an’ limp like a wet noodle,” Sans shot him a cheeky grin while Papyrus’ groan became louder in irritation.

“I’M COMING WITH YOU.”

“i’ll literally be in the next room.”

“THEN IT WILL COME TO NO SURPRISE TO YOU HOW EASILY THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS WILL OVERCOME SEVERAL FEET TO THE KITCHEN!”

“dude, you can’t even manage your own feet.”

“SEMANTICS.”

“more like pedantics, but alright,” the other sighed in resignation. It was far less an effort to drag Papyrus back to the kitchen and prop him up with chairs or something than it would be to argue over whether or not he could handle being upright.

Unfortunately, Papyrus’ unsteady and teetering balance proved difficult to manoeuvre to the kitchen table. At one point, Sans had to dip under his arm to steady him, keeping an arm wrapped around the other’s rib cage as the taller monster stumbled, off-balance to the side. He could tell how adamant he was at keeping his pride intact when he glanced at Papyrus, seeing the way his teeth were gritted and rivulets of sweat trickled down his face.

Man.

Why was he enabling this?

Sans helped Papyrus through the doorway and ushered him to one of the chairs, pushing him down. “there, happy?”

“IF YOU THINK THIS CONSTITUTES ANYTHING BUT PURE MISERY ON MY BEHALF, YOU HAVE ANOTHER THING COMING.”

“you can just say ‘yes’, y’know.” Sans shrugged and checked the other’s temperature again, ignoring the stubborn yet dazed glare thrown his way. Papyrus didn’t answer him at least, so Sans made his way over to the stove where a large pot was bubbling with red onions, tomatoes, garlic and carrots.

“AT LEAST IT DOESN’T SMELL BURNT,” came the grumble from the other side of the kitchen, which Sans pointedly ignored. It seemed more of a compliment if anything, although Sans merely chalked it up to the fact that Papyrus was clearly becoming delirious. “I SHOULD GIVE YOU INSTRUCTION.”

Sans’ grin tightened as he cast a glance over his shoulder, not even registering the words as he automatically turned down the heat on the stove to a low simmer. He then pulled out a small pan from under the oven and put it on one of the burners, turned it on, and poked his skull into the fridge. It was one of the weeks where they actually had something he could work with, so he pulled out the butter and cream and set it on the counter.

Papyrus was watching, somewhat dumbfounded. He had barely opened his mouth when Sans seemed to be moving as though on automatic. Wow, he didn’t even have to bark out orders - Sans basically could read his mind! Although he wasn’t sure what the other was doing with the butter and flour now in the pan. Curiously, he leaned forward, bones still rattling under the blanket they’d brought from the couch.

It had admittedly been awhile since he had cooked anything, but Sans decided a creamy soup would be best. It was something that reminded him of when he had ambitions, when he was younger and when cooking didn’t tire him out. Some spices that this Papyrus had in the cupboard were enough to bring out the flavours. Meanwhile, the halved potatoes he threw into the pot did their job at soaking up a lot of the salt that had been dumped into the mix.

Papyrus’ silence had been worrying, but when Sans glanced over, he saw the other’s puzzled yet curious expression as he worked. Sans grinned to himself, face flushed through the hidden amazement and how it affected him. Although the other didn’t say anything, Sans could see he was impressed. He also hoped that Papyrus wouldn’t think this was a thing that would happen all the time; usually cooking burnt him out on the idea and he didn’t attempt it more than a few times a year. Sometimes less.

With Papyrus watching and leaning against the table, Sans stirred the roux and spices together, watching the pot boil on the other burner while the sauce thickened. Even though Papyrus’ concerns had been that he was worried for his kitchen, Sans was proving to be a pretty adept cook of his own caliber. Not that Papyrus would admit it.

Eventually, everything blended together into one pot and the tomato smell wafted to Papyrus’ senses. It was much less of a smell than disgusting ketchup, but more mellow than marinara sauce. The taller skeleton frowned as his blurry vision settled on the back of the blue hoodie shambling around the counterspace, every clink and scrape of dishware jarring against his throbbing headache.

Groaning pitifully and having no more mind to keep up any pretense of dignity, Papyrus let his skull drop onto his arms on the table. Well, as long as the other didn’t burn down the house, he supposed it was permissible…

He didn’t know how long he’d been out, but the quiet slide of a bowl against the wooden table jerked him awake. Sans was smiling down at him, eye lights softened with the spark of concern as again, Papyrus felt his hand against his skull, rubbing soothingly against him. He sighed and sunk against the table a little more, fully coming to terms that… perhaps he was not feeling one-hundred percent after all.

“I THINK THAT I DON’T ENJOY BEING SICK,” he grumbled into his arms.

Sans laughed, although it didn’t hold any spiteful undertones. “are you finally admittin’ it?”

“NO, I JUST ENJOY RANDOMLY STATING WITH PROLIFIC OBSCURITY MY DISTASTE FOR MAGICAL INTERFERENCE.”

The other scoffed and shuffled into the opposite chair, then idly stirred the soup in front of Papyrus until he lifted his head. When Papyrus’ hazy vision settled on the deep orange soup, he frowned at it.

“YOU… MADE THIS.”

“sure.”

“AND IT’S NOT…”

Sans levelled him with a look. It wasn’t anything challenging, but Papyrus could feel the subtle rebuke in his gaze. Instead of testing his company further, he pulled a hand from inside the blanket and shakily took the utensil offered to him. Then he tentatively allowed the spoonful of soup to drop back down into the bowl with jaded, scrupulous judgment.

“hey, if you’d rather me get somethin’ from grillby’s…” Sans left the threat unfinished and Papyrus glared at him, his face reddening anew. Then, stubbornly, he forced a spoonful of it into his mouth.

Sans watched as the other fought his own movements, however it was his intention to continue cooking, no matter how lacklustre the end product was. It was lumpy, maybe the spices weren’t all there and he had haphazardly chopped up the cooked potato for it to be a bit more filling, but in the end it worked out.

As Papyrus ate, Sans tapped idly at the tabletop, supporting his head on his left hand. He stayed quiet, but inside he was wondering if it was enough. Papyrus’ movements were slow and he had only eaten two-thirds of the bowl before pushing it away and sinking against the table again.

“so,” the shorter skeleton mumbled nonchalantly, “how’d you like it?”

“IT WAS… TOLERABLE.”

“glad you didn’t hate it, at least.”

“IT WAS SURPRISINGLY SATISFACTORY,” Papyrus rephrased, turning his head in his arms. He caught the sheepish grin that had passed over Sans’ face and straightened up with renewed strength.

“back to the couch, i guess,” Sans sighed as he pushed himself up, waiting for Papyrus to do the same. But there was a problem; with Papyrus more subdued, he was less likely to argue. At the same time, he wasn’t about to put up a fight if Sans genuinely wanted to help him. He narrowed his eye sockets. Sans… did want to help him, right? That seemed logical.

Still, his thoughts were swimming and Papyrus was finding it was becoming more and more difficult to focus on any other task except settling down and perhaps closing his eye sockets to rest. For a few minutes. He’d be fine for a few minutes, he thought, just as his skull tilted forward in a doze. The quick movement roused him and he blinked in confusion when he felt the other encircle his arms around his chest and hold onto him tightly.

Then the world dipped. It did absolutely nothing for how dizzy he felt and Papyrus nearly stumbled off-balance when his foot hit the couch’s leg. He bit back a mild grunt of irritation, unsure when or how he was able to fall asleep while standing. It was the only way he figured that Sans was able to cross the distance in such a short amount of time. Either that, or he had been carried. Or he had stumbled, much like his thoughts were constantly doing.

He huffed all the same when the other carefully manoeuvred him around to sink back onto the plush couch, helping to tuck him in before settling in beside him. A few of the channels had cleared enough for a bit of warbling dialogue to filter through the sound of static, but it was enough white noise that Papyrus was drifting off to sleep again.

As much as he hated to admit it even in his private thoughts, the soup had been good and made him feel a little better. He could sense that Sans was worried in his own way with how he curled against him, making sure he was as comfortable as he could be. With how he feigned indifference and disinterest, Sans certainly had a way with showing how he cared. It was preposterous how much he fit in that way in Papyrus’ universe when he did like that.

Still, Sans’ arm lay around his shoulder as Papyrus slipped against his torso, listening to the subtle hum of magic within the other’s body. As Papyrus finally drifted off, he thought that perhaps it was alright to show weakness.

Just this once.

[0netype]

hold and release - fell sans: D, N; fell paps: Q, R, S; fell grillby: D, K, L (you can answer one for each if you dont wanna do them all heheh)

B O I. AM I UP TO THE CHALLENGE? LESSE I GUESS.

hold and release

Sans

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

As a reader seeing into his POV, this is fairly obvious, but Sans loves it when Papyrus fucks him in front of everyone. He’s a definite exhibitionist and nothing turns him on more than his brother having his way with him where everyone they know can see it. This is absolutely a secret from the people watching because what they’re here for is a show of dominance and superiority. They’re here to see a Captain that shows no Mercy to even his own family and would strip his own brother down bare and debase him in front of a crowd. They can’t ever know how much Sans enjoys it.

(A smaller, dirtier secret related to that is that Sans wants Papyrus to be soft and gentle with him while still in front of a crowd. They can’t, because that defies the whole point of it, but it gets him real hot to think of Pap being sweet on him like he can sometimes be in private with the whole Underground watching and knowing that his brother loves him.)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

There’s not much Sans would say no to if it was with Papyrus, but their private life is different from their public one and Sans would absolutely hate it if Papyrus called him a whore or a slut or a bitch or anything at that level of verbal degradation while in front of a crowd. San might be thinking it in his own head and might even be secretly thrilled at the notion of calling himself that, but hearing it from Pap while in front of countless people that believe he feels that way for real would def make Sans nauseous and uncomfortable while already so vulnerable like that.

Papyrus

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not a fan. Papyrus likes to be able to take his time with Sans, really take him apart little by little. He likes to get invested in a scene and enjoys both the act itself and the aftercare that follows. With quickies, he feels very detached and impersonal and with how he and Sans have to pretend like they don’t care for each other in the public eye, he’d at least like to be able to indulge in intimacy while they’re alone.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

Oh yeah. He’s there for that. Pap’s gotta keep the scenes they publicly do interesting and he can’t really talk to Sans about them because they’ve got to keep his reactions genuine, so he does a lot of research into new things. Experimentation is the basis for a lot of shit they do in front of the crowd.

As for risk-taking, anything goes so long as it doesn’t touch Sans�� HP. He might try it in private if his brother asks for it, but after a bad experience with it once while performing, he’s lost the taste for it even when they’re own their own and absolutely refuses to do it at all in public.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

Stamina for daaaays. He could last for hours—though in practice, it often doesn’t turn out that way because Sans can’t last that long. From time to time, they’ll try edging and orgasm denial and, that way, Paps gets to test out his own limits, but for the most part, Papyrus doesn’t ever run out of energy before his partner does.

Grillby (Soul, I just want you to know I’ve never thought about this Grillby in this much detail before oh my god)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fantasizes about “rescuing” Sans from Papyrus. Fantasizes about rescuing Sans in general tbh. He likes to entertain the notion that one day, Papyrus will be gone and that Sans will need defending from everyone who wants to use him like his brother did and that he’ll be the one to step up to the plate. He wants Sans to be grateful towards him and to fully, eagerly, give himself up to Grillby’s will.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Voyeurism and exhibitionism are probs obvious just from the kind of fic it is, but Grillby is also super into bondage. If he ever got his hands on Sans, he’d want him bound (and probably gagged as well tbh) before he fucked him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) 

He hasn’t ever tried it, but Papyrus’s whole stage set-up is pretty damn appealing. He’s sure he’d like being up there with everyone watching but, for now, he’d settle for his bar. He’s fucked a few volunteers on his countertop before and that’s been p nice. Other than that, behind his store is good too. The crowd close enough to catch them but hidden away and out of sight with the added bonus of being outside.

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[beckyshecky]

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If you haven’t had a chance to read this fic yet, I suggest you do because its amazing

Deity Sans is of course designed by @symphysins

[it-refused]

papyrus + time

I ended up with two ideas for this one, too.  Thank you for the prompt!

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It was withhorrified disbelief that Papyrus read and re-read the numbers on hishigh tech and super-cool digital watch.  The idea that he could belate sounded almost as impossible as hearing that his brother hadskipped a break to get some extra work done.  

He had made hisschedule himself, so no one technically had to know, right?

No!  Papyrus was notgreat because he shuffled his mistakes under a rug or shut them in ashed and pretended they didn't exist!  Being the best was hard work and he refused to back down from it!  

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The clock on thetelevision ticked to midnight and all around Papyrus monsters startedto cheer, and hug, and press their fleshy lips against each other incelebration of the new year.  Sans nudged him in the side, "happynew year, papyrus."

"AND THE SAMETO YOU!"  Papyrus hugged him.  

Once Undyne detachedherself from Alphys' mouth, she chugged her glass of champagne andlifted Alphys and the brothers in the air.  "Group hug!" sheyelled, and soon if Papyrus had lungs he would have found them achingfor air as an avalanche of beloved friends came over to join in.  

Last year had beenthe best year of his life, and he was sure that if he worked hard andcontinued to be the most Papyrus he could possibly be, there was noway this new year would not surpass it.

[4n1rr4]

Putting two requests into one post here because I think they flow well into each other--Kustard in A2 and B4 for anon and @undertailsoulsex respectively :)

[mammonastourom]

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I didn’t think I would make it this far (”^ ^) Thanks to Ixis who keep supporting and the proud moms that like the first pages, I decided to come up with more. 

Sorry for the dialogues, I’ve said it I’m bad at making them (T T)

[rainbowchibbit]

@soul RIGHT?! LMFOAJGKD FUCKIN... like I checked to make sure it was all legit and a legit site before I threw it on here and I like died???? I was also expecting a .gov but I guess since they and the dems aren't like "official government entities" it makes sense I guess?? The dnc site is at democrats.org and I'm just like guys....you could have been more creative............

[laelaxh]

Is today your birthday? :D Happy birthday!

Sorry for such a late reply Soul! Ah, it wasn’t my birthday when I was reblogging those posts that Yen had done, but it had passed. Thank you nonetheless; I freaking appreciate you wishing me a good bday!

[0nesie]

0nesie you just reminded me to pester you here, thank you

slanderous

i reminded you of no such thing

[caitielou-askew]

undertailsoulsex replied to your post “Aaaaah I hope you are ok!!!! How bad of a tornado is it??!!!!?!?!...”

Ngl, This made me miss tornado weather

You know, I DO actually like watching storms, even though sometimes they screw up my sinuses. There’s something really thrilling about it, watching mother nature assert herself over civilization for a little while. Granted, I’ve never suffered directly from tornado damage (though I do live pretty close to Joplin, which was struck with a LOT of damage a while back and killed a lot of people for a tornado). But storms are going to happen whether or not I like them, so it seems my natural instinct has just become to soak it in and enjoy the show (and be prepared to hide in a closet or bathtub).

[0netype]

Writing WIP Game

Tagged by @undertailsoulsex for this. Gonna do s&s for the questions~

First line of the work:

When Papyrus wakes up, he’s confused.

The first line of your current chapter:

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The last line you wrote:

“Come on,” Sans continues, giving him another smile and gently pulling him along, “Let’s get going.”

A line for a chapter/part you haven’t written yet:

“Should I, uh… anticipate more punches?” Papyrus says instead of literally any of the million other questions that rush up in his head, “One for every slight I’ve made towards you?”

Tag 3 people:

idk who’s done this already but @tealestmoon, @idontevenknowwhattoputhereugh, @nsfwcardboard and any of y’all that wanna try~

[mcfudgie]

@undertailsoulsex‘s latest chapter of A Fixed Debt sure is something

.......so soft n sweet.... soul ur gonna hurt us all later aren’t you? :’3c