#Like even if he doesn't actively physically hurt Papyrus there's no way his experiments are on the up-and-up

[sysig]

In the fell! Handplates au what do you think gaster would do to protect the boys? If torial or asgore ever tried to hurt/take away or kill them would he finally snap and fight? I’ve always liked the idea that gaster (despite not being royal) is considerably more powerful then asgore or torial due to how versatile and complex skeleton attacks can be plus he is a boss monster who’s old af.

I would love to see fell! Asgore and torial absolutely get their asses handed to them by a protective gaster. Lol can you imagine their shock? (:

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I think Fell!Gaster would still keep the boys as his secret project to start - Honestly, I really like the idea of him following the same basic beats as Classic Handplates Gaster! Constructing the lab, hole-punching his hands, bringing the boys to life and then experimenting on them in secret, now under the pretense of finding "inherent goodness in Monsters" or inducing it, bringing it forward, however he goes about doing that. So if they did find them, it'd at least be a while

But, I also really like the idea of Gaster still being hopelessly devoted to the Dreemurrs! That raising a hand against them would hurt infinitely worse than whatever they have to dish out against him, and that being why he takes their abuse - if he could only save them! If he could only show them a better way! Then they could all finally be happy, one big family! 💕

As for the boys and what Gaster would be willing to do to protect them, I think it would also be similar to what Classic does - put himself between the brothers and danger to the best of his ability. I do think it would be an interesting turn for him to have to choose between protecting them and his pacifism towards other Monsters if the Dreemurrs got ahold of them somehow - the internal conflict of finally having to face his own darkness! Even if he tried to justify it, I think that'd really be the tipping point for him :)

#UT #Handplates #Fellplates #I like Fell!Gaster being a bit more on the creepy/obsessive side can you tell lol - platonic yandere? Sure pfft #Basically: I do think that he could At Least wrestle back the boys but only in that very moment #And that he wouldn't actually hurt the Dreemurrs if he could help it - just surprise them #But even doing 1DMG would send him into a tailspin #Meanwhile the Dreemurrs would just be smugly satisfied lol #''I knew he could fight! I knew it!'' while Gaster is just like ''WHAT HAVE I DONE'' lol #I do like the idea of his Boss Monster status paired with his intelligence and versatility contributing to his abilities! #In the little we see of his Boss Battle in Handplates - ❤️💕💖💞💝 - he definitely has very impressive patterns! #But move to move I think Asgore is more powerful than him - Toriel is matched - and together he'd stand no chance #Just a matter of whittling him down once he's lost the will to fight them #That's just my reading on him tho lol #There's also something to what he's willing to subject the boys to and what he's willing to do to stop the Dreemurrs #Like even if he doesn't actively physically hurt Papyrus there's no way his experiments are on the up-and-up #He's still a Fell resident is what I'm saying lol even if his public face is one thing- #He can dress it up however he likes but hmm ♪ Something Isn't Right ♫ #Also-also I don't actually think Toriel would hurt either of the boys lol #She puts on quite the act but just practically speaking it's more fun to have more subjects to tussle with than more dust

[llamagoddessofficial]

Do your skeles want kids?

This is a classic question. Thought I'd include some other boys, just for style points.

Sans: He can't say he's thought about it all that much. Papyrus is the one who gets the more obvious dad feelings around kids, and Sans always thought himself too lazy to have children, so he figured he'd just end up the fun uncle to any rascals Pap had. But he'd be a great dad- he has the experience of being a parental figure to Papyrus, he's got the natural taste for dad jokes, he's pretty chill and easygoing. And when he meets Mc, the thought does start to cross his mind with more and more frequency. It honestly depends on her thoughts about it; if she wants kids too, the thoughts get more and more frequent until he realises he's actively planning for kids.

But if she's not interested, it's no skin off his nose- he's totally fine to keep sleeping in.

Red: Short answer? No.

Long answer? Not until he finds someone that makes him feel comfortable. If you ask him, he'll say kids are too much commitment, too much time and energy, too bratty and loud and with too many fluids, no thanks. But deep down, the biggest reason is that he's terrified of his kid ending up as fucked up as him. Gaster was a terrible dad, and Red thinks he was a terrible parental figure to his Papyrus. Commitment issues aside, he doesn't want to repeat history.

... It would take a very specific set of circumstances to get him thinking about kids. He'd need to be in a comfortable long-term relationship that he genuinely believes will be forever, he'd need to be emotionally available and have sorted things out with his brother, maybe even a dash of therapy thrown in for good measure. He'd need a partner who really wants kids, enough for him to start thinking about it instead of both just agreeing to not go that way in life. Only then would he consider it.

He's happiest as an uncle anyway. He can show up, be funny and cool, then dip again. That's the ideal.

Skull: Yes. Yes. Yes. He's desperate for kids. He wants a family, he wants domesticity, he wants forever. He's wanted a mate and children for as long as he can remember, a house full of voices and life, that's always been his dream. He's already got a knack for caring for people, he loves cooking and cleaning, and as soon as he finds someone who loves him enough to look past his face he wants to settle. Please have babies with him... please settle down. It's all he needs.

Hit: Another complicated case. Hit has had time to think about the issues of his younger years, and though he still has some residual feelings and fears (particularly when it comes to his own father) he's a lot more mature now. He actually quite likes the thought of having kids, it's just the logistics of it that make him pause. His main hangup is, of course, being a mob boss, he doesn't want his children or mate getting hurt. But he's definitely been mulling the thought over in his head. The years have bought a lot more calm and confidence and once he finds his Mc he'll have no qualms about making a few mini-Hits with her.

... Hit is also an absolute sucker for domesticity. You wouldn't think a mob boss would enjoy that sort of menial stuff, but his love language is gift giving/acts of service so gets a soft kind of enjoyment out of doing basic chores, like vacuuming and laundry. After he meets Mc he lays awake at night blushing like a fool while imagining doing shit like making dinner together.

Copper: He has Skull's desperation for children, but Red's fear of screwing them up. Hit's combined yearning for simplicity and domesticity but apprehensiveness about them getting hurt because of him. Over top of it all, add a crippling terror of physically injuring them thanks to his massive misshapen body, and an equally crippling terror of losing them if his world gets reset again.

It'll be a long time before he's secure enough to consider kids. Doesn't stop him from dreaming about it, though.

#llamagines

[aylish91]

I really like Sea of Hope so far! Fics with a skeleton mc aren't too common from what I've seen.

First time asking this sort of thing but I saw you were taking writing requests, so I thought it couldn't hurt to ask lol.

Any chance you could write a Piratetale Fell!Papyrus meeting a female reader, preferably she's human and doesn't have experience traveling the sea even though she's always wanted too? You can make him as tsundere as you want.

Love your work, keep it up! :D

Hehe. Pirate Fell Paps... ao3 link in title.

TW: *very brief* physical violence and attempted manipulation from supposed partner (Not Paps!)

I Will Sail!!!

You had made it. You reached the Crow’s Nest tavern before the search party could catch up to you, finding yourself walking toward a rather tall Monster lounging off in the back corner. Your chest was ablaze. Finally, after all this time of longing! And yet, you prayed you had made the right decision.

There was no going back.

You ignored the calls and looks sent your way as you made your way through the tables, hoping beyond hope this was the man you were looking for. Then, once there, you gave a shaky bow of your head. There was no time for pleasantries.

“Apologies for interrupting your evening Sir, but do I have the honor of addressing the master of the Burning Rose?”

Red glowing orbs looked up from beneath an intricate tricorn hat. Though the man in front of you was mostly obscured by darkness, his fine dress and stature led you to believe he was indeed the one you were looking for. Steeling yourself, you pressed on to meet the gaze. The orbs obscured and dimmed as if squinting before shifting up, head tilting back enough to reveal the face they belonged to.

A wave of relief overtook you.

A lithe skull greeted you with that of a sharp-toothed scowl. You had been right in your assumption. He was, in fact, the captain of the Burning Rose. Papyrus R.T. Ghaster, a skeleton Monster intimidating and strong enough to navigate the mostly human merchant trade within the Ebottion Sea. Or at least, what little information your father had on the newcomer surmised. A merchant willing to travel great distances to retrieve that which any desired. The only man you had heard of that actively employed women.

Someone who could grant you a way to the seas…

Fiddling with the sleeves of your dress, you did your best to tune out the noise and rowdy nature of such a tavern after dark. Waiting.

The captain stirred from his relaxed lounge, taking a drink from his tankard before cocking his head to the side. “PERHAPS. THAT IS THE NAME OF ME SHIP.”

You took a deep breath and nodded. You had to hurry. You reckoned there wasn’t much time left.

“Very good. My name is Y/N, L/N. I am aware that you have women in your employ. As it is, I would like to request—”

“NO.”

You were a bit taken aback. He hadn’t let you finish. “But Sir, you haven’t—”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR TO KNOW WHAT IT IS YOU WISH, LASS. THE ANSWER IS STILL NO.” He looked away from you, uninterested as he took another draught from his drink. There were chuckles from a few others at tables close enough to hear.

You bristled. “But why!? I assure you, Sir, that despite my disposition, I would work just as hard as any man and am more than willing to learn how to do anything you might need of me.”

There was a scoff. “THAT WOULD MAKE NO DIFFERENCE. YOU WOULDN’T MAKE IT PASSED A WEEK, THAT I ASSURE YOU. YOU ARE TOO SOFT FOR WHAT WE DO. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE GOINGS ON OF A PROPER SHIP, LET ALONE MINE.”

He was looking down on you, you could tell. Just like all the others. You couldn’t let that sway you. You could prove your worth. You just needed to convince him of that. You stepped back into his line of sight, letting all your pent-up anger from the unfairness of it all show.

You were determined.

“I can do it! I will do it! Even if I am placed as nothing more than a cabin boy, I would make it my undying goal to prove you wrong. I wish to sail captain. The sea calls to me! Surely you can at least understand that. Please, I am running out of time…”

A lot of the voices had quieted at your rant, mumbled words you couldn’t hear rumbling around you. The captain, to his credit, kept his cool. The only thing letting you know that he was even contemplating your word was the brightening of his eyelights as he stared seemingly through you.

Just as he finally leaned forward to say something, however, the door to the tavern burst open with an assortment of guards and young nobles. To your horror, you recognized most of them, your fiancé the one taking the lead.

He was quick to spot you, moving with purpose through the tavern towards you.

“Y/n! I insist you desist this unbecoming behavior at once! Your father has sent me to fetch you. Do not disappoint him any more than you already have.”

You couldn’t move. You thought you had more time. You thought you had more time!

The men were already halfway to you before you could force yourself to think, looking around for anything that could help you avoid what was surely to come. But you were stuck. Barring starting a fire with one of the lanterns or attempting to break a window, there was nowhere you could run they couldn’t catch you. All you could do was put an empty table between you. 

Your fiancé was not impressed.

“Really Y/N. We’ve gone through this. What would your mother think should she still be alive?”

You shook with unbridled anger and apprehension at being caught, still not wanting to submit. “She would have agreed with me! If she were still alive, none of this would have been allowed to happen! You are a scourge upon my life! I refuse to entertain the notion any longer of your and my marriage! I will suffer no longer under the expectations of my father!”

He was around the table gripping your arm before you could move, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise as you fought to wretch it free. Your stomach clenched uneasily with the venom with which he spat.

“You will do whatever you are told! As your fiancé, I will not tolerate you tarnishing my name by whoring yourself out to some strangers of the night!”

Something inside of you cracked at such an accusation. It was wrong and hurtful, nothing more than a jab at your reputation for daring to go against him. It hurt even more knowing this was the man your father had forced upon you.

You didn’t think about your next actions when you were finally able to pull free, simply moved how your soul so desperately wanted you to. With the balling of your fist, you brought it back just like your older brother had once taught you.

The look of shock on your fiancé’s face would have been satisfying had it not been so fleeting. Where you had managed to turn his cheek, the backhand he threw back was hard enough to knock you to the ground.

Through the pain and determination to not show just how much he had hurt you, you didn’t hear the heavy footsteps pass or the crash of a body hitting the floor. Back on your feet, watery-eyed and red-faced, you were shocked to see the back of the captain, rubbing the knuckles of a gloved fist.

Your attacker was splayed on the wood floor.

“YOU WOULD DARE BRING HARM TO THE ONE YOU ARE BETROTHED? HOW PATHETIC. YOU DESERVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO HAVE THEM TAKEN FROM YOU.”

The guards were quick to step forward as the other nobles helped your fiancé regain his bearings. By the look of it, having a hard time.

“Stay out of this Monster. This matter doesn’t concern you. Should you continue to intervene in the retrieval of this girl, we will be forced to apprehend you.”

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Riling yourself to snap back, the captain beat you to it with a booming gravelly laugh. 

“ON THE CONTRARY, GENTLEMAN. I BEG YOU, TRY.”

Everyone in the room was now at attention, the guards taking such offense at the notion that they predictably charged forward to make good on their threat. You were enchanted by the way the captain's eyelights seemed to glow and flash with that of hellfire, more cackling laughter filling the room.

“ALL HANDS! MAKE YOUR CAPTAIN PROUD!”

With that simple phrase, it was as if the tavern itself was on the verge of collapse; the sheer amount of hollering cheers, clashing of fists, and weapons shaking its very foundations. Broken glass and toppled drinks littered the floor as tables and chairs were used in the ensuing fight. For a while you could only watch, awed by how quickly the crew overwhelmed guards and nobles alike. 

It was enough to make up your mind. 

Picking up a bottle to aid the captain and his crew, a large hand gripped your shoulder. “OH, THERE’S NO NEED FOR THAT NOW. YOU’VE ALREADY PROVEN ME WRONG.” Smirking, he turned you to him. “SEEMS YE JUST MIGHT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES AFTER ALL.”

A heave had you mercilessly slung over his shoulder, the captain quickly turning to leave with a shout.

“COME! TIS TIME WE WEIGH ANCHOR!”

With riotous laughter and good spirits, the tavern soon emptied of crew and anything worth taking. You were carted off to a grand ship anchored within the port until you were unceremoniously tossed onto the bed in the captain’s quarters.

Heat blossomed across your face.

“WELCOME ABOARD THE BURNING ROSE, LOVE.” His voice lowered as he leaned forward. “I HOPE YOU’RE READY FOR WHATEVER COMES NEXT.”

Grand Master Post PirateTale Aus

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[glitching-time-bomb]

Dealers choice for skeletons? I don't have any in mind for this but how about some head canons for them with a s/o that's jumpy when it comes to touch. Even if I know who's going to touch me a lot of the time I'll jolt away from them purely on instinct. Sometimes I'll smack hand coming for me or immediately pull them off. I've never had issues or bad experiences so I don't know why I react like that and I always feel bad when I /know/ someone isn't going to hurt me and I do it without thinking

Undertale and Underfell Brothers With A Jumpy S/O

-Undertale-

Sans:

Sans will probably be worried that you had some bad experiences in the past, so he'll try to avoid touching you or bringing it up

You'll have to tell him that no, nothing bad has happened to you, it's just... something you do out of reflex

After you tell him this, he'll be a lot less worried, but he's still going to be curious about why you react this way

His love language is physical touch, but since you're not comfortable with being touched, he'll make sure to spend a lot of time with you instead!

He's happy just lazing around the house and talking with you, or spending as much time as he can, whenever or wherever

His favorite time of the day with you is when he can just settle down in bed or on the couch, just talking to you about random things

(not to mention, he'll be bombarding you with puns the whole time. It's up to you whether this is a good or bad thing)

Sometimes Sans will end up getting touched-starved, but he always makes sure to ask you if you're okay with him hugging/holding your hand

And if you aren't he's perfectly happy to wrap himself up in a weighted blanket on the couch, with you sitting with him, watching bad tv together

Papyrus:

Papyrus is also a bit worried when you swat him away the first time he reaches out to hold your hand, but when you tell him why, he'll understand!

He won't pressure you to explain why you get spooked so easily, and he tries his best to always ask you if it's okay for him to give you physical affection

But, you not liking to be touched doesn't really bother him very much, as long as it isn't bothering you!

Papyrus is always pretty active, so he'll invite you to go and do things with him

He loves spending time with the people he cares about, and I see quality time and words of affirmation as being his love-languages

He'll be happy to spend as much time as he can with you, whether it be from something you both had planned, or just something random that the two of you end up doing

Don't be surprised if he gets a bit worried about you when he sees other people, doesn't matter if they're strangers or someone you know, trying to touch you

He knows you get scared by it, so he'll likely try to stop the person before they can get too close to you, or he'll try to warn/tell you

-Underfell-

Edge:

Edge isn't all that affectionate to begin with, so he may not notice it for awhile

When he does, and you end up flinching away from him, he's going to be a bit worried that you're scared of him

It'll take some explaining, that no, you aren't scared of him, you just get spooked when people unexpectedly try to touch you

After you tell him this, he'll be a lot more understanding, and he'll do what he can to keep you comfortable

This honestly doesn't really change much between the two of you, as like I said before, Edge isn't really all that affectionate

He probably won't try to ask you why you flinch away when people, instead just assuming that you have your own reasons as to why you do that

He'll be a bit protective of you if the two of you are out in a crowd, trying to keep other people away so that they don't accidentally bump into you

Overall, Edge really doesn't mind, and he's happy to do whatever you want to show affection to each other in your own ways

It could really be anything, and he'll be happy just knowing that you feel safe with him

Red:

Let's be completely honest here, Red can be mean sometimes

He probably found out that you were jump by scaring you on purpose, and he ended up feeling bad about it later on

You'll have to explain to him why you're so jumpy, but he'll try to understand

He may be sad about not being able to give you physical affection, as it's his go to way of saying/showing that he loves you

But, he'll try his best to show you in other ways, too!

(And, he might even try to tone down how often he jumps out randomly at you. Lucky you!)

Just like Edge, Red is going to be protective of you out in publics, though he's more assertive about it

He might end up yelling at people if they don't get the hint, but he just wants you to be comfortable!

Red really does care about you, and he'll do anything he can to let you know that

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