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lix88888 · 8 months

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Family

The Star Sanses were all in bed together, enjoying their sleep.

"DAD!" "MOOOOOOM!"

Oh well, not anymore.

Two blurry shapes cannonballed onto their beds, rudely awakening the trio.

"Ygha!" Blue said, as he tumbled out of bed. He was the lucky one, as Ink and Dream both had a child on their sternum, suffocating them.

"Dad Dad Dad!" Camellia said as he bounced up and down, making a half-asleep Dream wheeze "It's today! It's TODAY!" "Hggn, what is today?" said Ink, out of breath. "OUR CAMPING TRIP!" Palette yelled at one (1) inch from his face, making him wince.

Blue, seeing as his partners were handling the situation and that their third child was missing, made a strategic retreat and went downstairs, hoping to find Blueprint in the kitchen having breakfast.

He loved all of the children, he really did, but Camellia and Palette were very boisterous and rambunctious, and hadn't yet learned to tone it down a bit, not even at (he took a glance at the clock as he climbed the last step) 7:12 in the morning.

As Blue had suspected, Blueprint was busy eating a bowl of cereal, looking very sleepy. As he noticed his father coming down the stairs, the 9-year-old smiled at him.

"Hey buddy" Blue said, taking out a bowl from the cupboard "wanted to get away from the chaos?" Blueprint ducked his skull with a small blush and nodded. "Camellia and Palette are... very loud. Just like Mom."

Blue chuckled as he pet his skull, sitting next to him and pouring some milk in his bowl. "That's true, but that's half the fun, isn't it?" Blueprint shrugged and kept eating.

It always amused Blue how Ink insisted to being referred to as Mom by all of the kids, insisting that "he made all of them!", though that was more true with Camellia than with the other two, as Ink had made him a body and then Blue and Dream added their magic to create a soul for him.

Their youngest was the only child that was actually planned, as Palette and Bluepritn had been the results of magical accidents, but Blue wouldn't have it any other way.

A crash was heard upstairs.

"WE'RE OKAY!"

Even if their house got wrecked more often than not.

"Can we... go take pictures of animals when we go camping? Just the two of us?" "Of course, buddy."

Stomping was heard down the stairs, and so Blue put his hands over Blueprint's skull to block out the noise. Ink ran down the stairs with Palette on his shoulders, while Camellia was at his side gently dragging a still tired Dream by the hand.

"COME OOOOOOON! WE'RE GONNA BE LAAAAAAATE!" Dream mumbled something about there being no timing, and so Camellia started loudly listing all of the things they just HAD to do, and that they couldn't POSSIBLY miss out on!

"Oh, I'm so ready!" Ink said, prompting a "Me too!" out of Palette as he threw his hands in the air, almost making Ink lose his balance. "Careful Palette!" "Sorry Mom!"

Seeing their third child at the kitched table, Ink tried to shush the other two, but only managed to make more noise.

Blueprint started laughing quietly, and so Blue removed his hands from his skull and got up to go help Palette come down without cracking his skull open.

No other way.

@starsanspolyweek

The ship children are:

Camellia (Dreamberry) by @xxspirit Palette (Drink) by @angeutblogo Blueprint (Inkberry) by @pepper-mint

#star sans poly week #star sans poly week 2023 #dream sans #ink sans #blue sans #swap sans #underswap sans #star sanses #utmv #undertale #star sans poly #blue x ink x dream #day 7 family #lix writes

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mortuscunningham · 8 months

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Fruit Punch Week Day I: Flowers

from teammates and friends to queer-platonic partners, follow the Star Sanses as their love slowly blooms to be something a little more than platonic, but not romantic in nature. including all of the stereotypical hyjinks and chaos that is ever-present around these silly little skele boys.

aka: it's Fruit Punch Week, so enjoy these vaguly connected drabbles with lots of fluff, chaos, and humour with a side of drama and queer-platonic love (and only a lot of hurt/comfort and angst) . all of it staring our favorite trio: the Star Sanses. (pun vaguely intended). some of these will have drawings/doodles with them.

Fruit Punch Week by @starsanspolyweek (@annaraebananawriter )

Ink Sans by @comyet

Swap Sans by Au Community

Dream Sans by @jokublog

#fruit punch week #fruit punch week 2023 #star sans poly week #star sans poly week 2023 #ink sans #dream sans #swap sans #fruit punch poly #star sans poly #undertale au #utmv #mortus writes #mortus draws

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zomthezom · 8 months

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(this is a short one it’s late here, I’m not exactly writing it as a ship I’m just making wholesome content. Story starts below cut)

summary: Swap, Ink, and Dream have fun reactions after Swap cracks a joke as one with a papyrus personality would :)

It was a beautiful day outside. Birds were singing, flowers were blooming. On beautiful days like this in Underswap, skeletons like them… were laughing their butts off!

Swap was standing triumphantly in the grass grinning. He was quite proud of his joke he had made. “heheh. like my joke?”

Ink was sitting on the grass laughing out loud, his laughter filling the air nearby with a happy aura. The rainbow blush from happiness colored his white face. (all the better for his fear of white) He was laughing so much that he had to take a moment to adjust his vials a bit, otherwise they may have fallen from his shoulders. “BWAHAHA. Great joke Blue! Best thing I’ve ever heard. HAHA.”

Meanwhile Dream was sitting in the grass near Ink giggling softly. He felt the positivity near him and it filled his very soul with warmth, the pure happiness causing a slight yellow tinge to appear on his skeleton face. Dream found the joke decently funny but Inks reaction had warmed his heart with how expressive it was. Swap saw Ink’s reaction and closes his eyes and let out a hearty and cheerful “MWEHEHEH!” He walked up to Ink and Dream and grinned. “Friends! I’m glad you liked my cool joke!”

Ink’s eyes turned to a blue and a yellow star when he blinked. “SO COOL!” He said with a huge grin on his face. Dream simply nodded and giggled a bit at feeling the massive positivity surge from Ink’s reaction and Swap after seeing Ink’s reaction.

They then sat in the grass, watching for birds together, waiting for another wholesome day yet to come.

@starsanspolyweek

#Fruit punch week 23 #Fruitpunchweek23 #Ink sans #swap sans #blueberry sans #blue sans #dream sans #dreamtale #papyrus #sans undertale #sans #undertale #utmv #utdr #undertale fic #undertale fanfic #Star sans week 2023 #star sans poly week 2023 #fruit punch week 2023

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writingstothevoid · 8 months

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My submission for Star Sans Poly Week, day one: Flowers. The work will also included in the read more but I wanted to also add the ao3 link.

@starsanspolyweek

Dream had been around a long, long time. Even when discounting his centuries in stone, his age still reached well past a mortal lifespan. It was no surprise, then, that he sometimes found himself caught up in the past. It was better now than it had once been. Between his lovers, friends, and the years between now and then, it was easier to stay within the confines of the present.

Dream was, admittedly, extremely grateful for the development. Though there were many things about the present he didn’t fully comprehend, he couldn’t deny that he was happier now than he had (probably) ever been and his lapses in time were rarely pleasant.

Today, however, seemed to be an exception. Of course, it was not a flashback or memory, but still. No, today’s memory came during a routine trip to the Omega Timeline. He had stumbled upon a large farmer’s market and deigned to explore it to his leisure. Blue and Ink were both occupied and would not mind him being out later than expected; not to mention, he could use a bit of time to himself. Not that he didn’t love his partners dearly, but everyone needs alone time sometimes and he would revel in whatever he could get.

And it was there amongst stalls piled high with bread and soap and jewelry that he spotted it: an unassuming little thing with flowers of all different breeds and colors, manned by an older woman with a kind smile. He barely even registered what he was doing before he was in front of the lady, looking down at a card placed artfully on the table. Monica’s home-grown bouquets

Flowers for any and all occasions!

Ask attendant for historical meanings!

“Can I help you?” The voice brought Dream’s attention back to the present and he looked up, a bit flustered.

“Ah, no, I’m sorry, I was just looking,” He replied, hands affirming his disaffirmation. The woman – Monica? – smiled down at him, no malice apparent.

“No worries, love. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Dream looked back down at the card, then up to all the bouquets hanging haphazardly from the top of the tent. Historical meanings… he knew those, didn’t he? Or he had, at some point. They poked at his brain, filling it like smoke as he remembered the small nuances of the old society.

A single red rose for love, geraniums for sympathy, anemones for apologies. He was not certain about all (or really any of them) but he couldn’t help but feel they were right. Red was for romance, orange – enthusiasm, yellow – joy, white – purity.

“They make good gifts,” that same voice as before chimed in and Dream realized belatedly that he had been staring at a “lovers bouquet” of sorts. He flushed once more and started to stammer an apology before he finally processed what she had said. It had been awhile since he had gotten his partners something to show his gratitude, nor had they really been able to spend much time together the last few weeks outside of work and cohabitation.

“I quite like this one, although I could certainly help you find something more tailored,” she continued on as Dream finally came to a decision.

Blue stood in front of the spotless kitchen and freshly-set table, aching but proud of the work he had done that day. The last few weeks had been particularly busy for not only him but his lovers as well. They seemed to be constantly called out on missions to stop Nightmare’s Gang or Error or some other being that decided to reek havoc that day. With all the Negativity, Dream hadn’t been at his best and Ink was being dogged by the Creators more than usual meaning it was often just Dream and Blue against their opponents. It hadn’t been too bad, but it would not be a stretch to say that they were all well and truly exhausted. Today had been their first day off and each had chosen to take full advantage of it, Dream going into town, Ink locking himself in his room to paint, and Blue completing tasks around the house.

Many would say that doing chores didn’t truly count as relaxing (his brother, for example), but Blue felt a sense of calm in the menial chores that little could beat. Some music or an audiobook and he was good to zone out for the next several hours and reawaken to a cleaner house than when he started. Win, win!

Checking the clock once more, Blue decided it was high time he dragged his boyfriend out of his stupor for a little bit of dinner. He found him in the exact same position he had left him in hours earlier, albeit with a far more completed painting and even more art supplies scattered in a ritualistic circle around the artist.

“Ink,” Blue called out, keeping his voice just low enough to not startle the other while still being able to capture his attention. Well, in theory at least.

“Ink,” he called again and this time the little artist turned to look at him, blinking up at him like he had just woken up. Blue watched in real time as Ink recognized him and his face lit up, causing affection to bubble up through Blue’s soul.

“Blue!” he cried out, his voice scratchy from disuse. He attempted to stand but almost immediately fell over, his joints just as cranky as his voice at their stagnation. Blue lurched forwards to catch the guardian and helped him stand once more, holding him until his feet were steady at which point Ink immediately launched himself at his slightly taller boyfriend.

Blue laughed and hugged him back, loving his lover’s seemingly endless well of enthusiasm. He admitted it was something he certainly related to but Ink never seemed to be able to contain it and always reacted with as much emotion as he could muster. It was endearing to say the least and though his impulsivity was sometimes problematic it could also be, quite frankly, so damn adorable.

The artist pouted as Blue pushed him back just slightly but lit up once more at his next words. “Dinner’s ready,” the royal guard informed him. And just like that, Ink was gone, his footsteps surprisingly loud for such a small person. Blue followed behind with a small smile, closing the door to Ink’s workroom behind him. He knew how secretive the artist could be about his work and would never take advantage of the immense trust he showed in them by allowing them in there at all.

Ink sat already at the kitchen table, his feet and hands tapping against the floor and table respectively as he impatiently waited. Blue laughed again. “We have to wait for Dream, Ink.” Said artist attempted once more to pout but the excitement in seeing their other boyfriend again wiped out any genuine annoyance he could have.

Almost on cue, the door began to rattle as someone attempted to unlock the thing and enter. Ink shot up out of his seat and ran to greet Dream, only beaten by Blue because the royal guard had already been standing. Together they opened the door and were greeted with the sight of their boyfriend, his hands occupied with not just his keys but also two beautiful bouquets of flowers.

They all froze and a blush appeared on Dream’s skull as he shyly said hello. Ink was the first to shake himself out of his state and leaped up to drag the guardian into the house, leaving Blue to close the door behind them. The task took longer than it perhaps should have, likely because of Ink’s stubborn insistence on hugging the other as they moved.

“So,” Blue began, a smile (definitely not a smirk, no siree, he never smirked) stretching across his face. “What’s this all about?”

Dream flushed even further, detaching himself slightly from Ink in order to hold out one of the bouquets to Blue. “They’re for you,” he added quietly and handed the other one to Ink, whose eyelights had become a pair of pink and yellow stars. Blue blushed in spite of himself and gingerly took the offering, taking in the beauty of the thing.

“Those are anemone,” Dream was looking a little off to the side as he pointed at the largest flowers in the bunch, a couple of blue buds spread wide, unable to meet his lover’s eyes. “They are given as an affirmation of intelligence, love, and respect.”

He pointed to another, a beautiful cluster of pink, orange, and yellow petals. “These are lantana. They symbolize rigor, the determination to not only keep going but to do every task to the best of one’s ability.”

He drew closer to Blue who’s skull had begun to light up more and more. A quick glance up told him that Ink’s unusual silence came from his rapt attention set on the pair. It took a lot to hold his attention, even for a short stretch of time, and the thought that he was so invested did not help Blue’s condition.

“This is kalanchoe,” he rambled on as if afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it all out if he stopped now. “It means, um, everlasting love and symbolizes persistence and endurance.” Now they were both blushing like mad. How did Blue get so lucky as to have such an adorably sweet boyfriend?

Next were the red bits sticking out from the mess in the middle. “These are cardinals and they symbolize distinction from others. Like, um. A really amazing partner.”

Ink’s snicker could be heard from space but both of them were masters in the art of ignoring his teasing by now. Well, perhaps not masters, but certainly used to it. “Blue stars are related to strength and also cover persistence and endurance like the kalanchoe. They represent the strength of will of another.”

He smiled as he reached the last ones and finally met Blue’s eyes. “And these are bluebells. They’re given to show gratitude towards someone. Like the gratitude of being with you.”

“Oh, Dreamy,” Blue couldn’t help himself. He launched himself forwards and dragged his adorable boyfriend into the biggest hug he could. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love it!”

Dream laughed as he caught the other man and held onto him just as tight. “We haven’t been able to really hang out much lately and I wanted to give you guys something.”

A small weight barreled into them both and suddenly Ink’s shining face was grinning up at them. “Do me next!” The pair smiled at one another as Blue extracted himself from their embrace.

“I’ll grab a couple vases while you do that,” he promised and left for the kitchen. Dream turned his attention to their other boyfriend and his oldest friend. He backed up just enough to be able to point out each flower without leaving their embrace entirely.

“Well,” he began with a round red bloom, “These are dahlias. They stand for a lasting bond and lifelong commitment. It felt right given how long we’ve known one another.”

A unique orange outside with a bright blue interior. “These are birds of paradise, and symbolize paradise and freedom.” He decided not to elaborate on that one, not knowing if he could handle Ink’s adoring look growing any brighter.

A collection of small pink petals followed by similar blue ones. “Daphnes mean ‘I would not have you any other way’ while hydrangeas represent a deep understanding between people.”

Delicate pink flowers poked out from the center. “Almond flowers stand for hope.” And on to the last one. He took a breath and smiled at his lover as he grasped one of the long stems of a lightly budding plant. “And Acanthus. They can mean a lot of things but the one I like the most is artistic beauty. They’re said to inspire others and allow them to persevere and transform whatever it is they’ve doing. I got them not just because you do that for others, but also because you are that for me. You’ve inspired me to keep going for years and years and I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you dearly.”

Dream looked away from the bouquet and instead at Ink’s face only to find it filled with tears. Alarmed, he reached out but didn’t get far before he was unceremoniously handed the gift back while Ink ran towards a nearby bucket. Although he could very easily clean up the ink that came out anytime he felt too much, Dream and Blue had convinced him to at least throw it up in one container so it was easier to dispose of.

Despite how odd he knew it must look to outsiders, Dream shyly smiled as he followed the other, if only because he knew how much it must mean to Ink for him to react so intensely. “Are you all right, dear?”

It was only because of his years of experience with the artist that he was able to sense what was about to happen before it did. As such, he was just able to move the flowers off to the side before his arms were filled by his tiny feral boyfriend.

“Oh stars, Dreamboat, you’re the best, I love you so much, thank you!” his words were said so fast they were nigh incomprehensible to anyone other than those within the confines of their home. As it was, the guardian simply wrapped his arms around the other and hugged him back. “Of course. Anything for you.”

“If you two are done being gay in there, dinner’s ready!” Blue teased. The blush returned with a vengeance as Ink laughed, “Please, after this that’s impossible.”

“You two are impossible,” Dream shot back but still he made his way into the kitchen and added the Ink’s flowers to the vase next to Blue’s, that smile never leaving his face.

Several days later Dream was awoken to the sight of both his boyfriends standing over him in bed. Ink had called out to him – likely several times – and appeared smug in his ability to wake a man who slept like the whole world was out to get him. Which, to be fair, it had been at one point. The guardian groaned indulgently before glancing over at the clock. Nine in the morning. He had slept in late, unsurprising given how late they’d stayed out last night but still groan worthy, hence another indulgent groan leaving his mouth.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” Ink shook him in blatant disregard to his woes. “We’ve got something for you~”

“Ink, quit it,” Blue scolded without any heat, turning to their sleepy boyfriend, “I’m sorry to wake you, but we do have something to give you.”

Suddenly more interested than he had been before, Dream let himself indulge one more time before sitting up and stretching (at which Ink let out an appreciative whistle and Blue delicately looked away). Smirking, he let his feet dangle off the bed and asked, “All right, what is it?”

His lovers looked uncharacteristically uncertain at the question and the smile slipped from his face in slight worry. He knew he would love whatever they gave him, but he hated to see them so uneasy. Words of reassurance caught in his throat, however, as Blue shyly held out the thing he had been hiding behind his back: a dazzling bouquet of flowers.

“We wanted to get you something for the other day,” Blue informed him hesitantly, his gaze still averted.

“We checked the meanings too!” Ink added, his gaze able to meet Dream’s but his skull still a delicate rainbow half hidden by his scarf.

Dream gently took the bouquet and looked it over. The other two sat down next to him, one on each side, and performed a reverse of the other day.

“Viburnum, for good luck, affection, and loyalty,” the young guardsman explained.

“Craspedia because you light up our world!” the protector continued.

“False indigo for protection.”

“Angelica to represent your guidance and inspiration.”

“Cyclamen for resilience, strength, and perseverance.”

“Lungwort, for joy, devotion, and admiration!”

“And…” Dream trailed off as he thumbed the last one left.

“And roses,” Blue grabbed his hand and smiled, “For love.”

On his other side, Ink leaned into him, “Cliche, we know. But it’s true!”

For once the pressure building inside Dream was one he didn’t mind and he hugged his bouquet tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered. Two skulls pressed against his cheeks at the same time and he buried his face into the beautiful flowers. Ink’s laugh was like little bells ringing and Blue’s voice was full of affection, “Of course.”

#ink sans #dream sans #swap sans #star sans poly #star sans poly week 2023 #utmv #your honor i love them #sorry if the writing aint my best #i just really wanted to post before today technically ended #and i may or may not have procrastinated despite planning for this event for months lol

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 4 months

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Star Sanses Poly Week 2023

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53010451 by Lisetta888 This is a collection of all of my Star Sanses poly week oneshots over on Tumblr, and I've finally gotten around to post it here. Words: 4691, Chapters: 8/8, Language: English Series: Part 10 of All the things I almost lost (because Tumblr is a bitch) Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Other Characters: Sans (Undertale) Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale), Sans/Sans/Sans Additional Tags: _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), it's mostly them - Freeform, Star Sanses (Undertale), Star Sanses Poly - Freeform, can you believe that there's no tag?, anyway, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, It's a pretty soft collection read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53010451

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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sunnymainecoonx · 8 months

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Day 2, date

Dream needs a social break so they're just spendin' time at home 'n stuff,,,,, how do I enjoy drawin' again

Uh week hosted by @starsanspolyweek ...

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calciumdreams · 8 months

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injury - memories

#star sans poly week 2023 #star sans poly week #fruit punch week 2023 #fruit punch week #dream sans #ink sans #underswap sans #swap sans #utmv #a bit late but here jsjs #i was gonna make it more angsty but having some free time put me in a happy mood #corbell art

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starsanspolyweek · 8 months

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T O M O R R O W

#star sans poly week #fruit punch week #star sans poly week 2023 #fruit punch week 2023 #countdown: tomorrow

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lix88888 · 8 months

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Flowers

It was Ink's idea, because if course it was. Dream thought it was terribly endearing of him, to always propose little ways to show their love. The three of them couldn't go a week without the artist putting an arm on their shoulders and going "Hey, wouldn't it be nice if..."

This was one of his cutest to date, though. Dream sighed happily as he reached Ink's house (they had moved in together a few weeks ago, but Dream still felt hesitant to call it theirs), gently knocking and then opening the door.

Blue and Ink were already there, Ink bouncing off the wall in excitement while Blue watched him with fond amusement as he sat at the living room table. There was an empty vase on it, and given the rainbow splashes Ink was the one who made it.

"Dreamy!" he shouted, coming closer and hugging him, then pecking him on the cheek and pulling him to the table by his hand.

"Come on come on come on!" his pupils were a pink heart and a star "I can't wait anymore!"

Blue, meanwhile, had already pulled out a chair for him. "Ink, let him breathe!" he said with a laugh "We're all excited!" "I know, I know! It's just that- Ah, I just want to see all of the flowers!"

Dream sat down, grabbing Blue's hand while not letting go of Ink's, and laying a kiss on each. Yes, Ink had been the one to suggest the idea, but Dream and Blue too had quickly been taken by it: each of them had to gift a bouquet of flower to one of the others, using flower language as a guide, and then the three different flower arrangements would be put together. A nice, sweet symbolism.

"I know I came last, but can I start?" Dream asked. He was very proud of his choice of flower. "Sure!" Ink shouted "But only if I'm next!" "I don't mind being last." "Perfect!"

Dream opened his inventory and brought out a bouquet of irises: the flowers were a vibrant baby blue, the same shade as Blue's eyes, and offered it to him.

"For you, Blue, irises" he said, watching as his lover held the bouquet and gently hugged it to his chest "They represent faith, trust, wisdom, hope, and valor. All things I see in you every day, and that you inspire in people, and that I love about you."

By the time he was finished, Blue's cheek were colored a very pretty azure shade, only eclipsed by his blinding smile and his overwhelmingly joyful aura. "Oh Dream, this is so sweet..."

There was a couple of seconds of silence, then Ink said: "Well, I fell kinda dumb now." The Protector took out his own bouquet from his inventory and gave it to Dream, his pupils a yellow star and a green square "These are yellow tulips: they mean sunshine in your smile. I thought they were kinda neat, given that you're... well, you're like the sun. And yellow, like happiness."

Now it was Dream's turn to blush. Despite Ink's claim, his simple reasoning was not at all bland or unoriginal. Though... "Let me guess" Dream said with a giggle "you thought of this flower first, and the idea later."

Ink's amused shrug was the only answer Dream needed. Then, he gasped and turned to Blue.

"Now it's my turn! What are my flowers?!"

Blue delicately set down his irises, then grabbed a pink bouquet from his inventory and offered it to Ink, his aura composed in equal part of love and thoughtfulness.

"These" he said, putting his hands over Ink's own "are pink carnations: it means I'll never forget you."

And oh, Ink's face was indescribable: there was so much emotion in those pupils, going through so many shapes and colors.

"Wow... thanks." "Now" Blue said "The best part."

He grabbed his bouquet back, removing the paper around it and raising it at chest height. Dream and Ink followed suit, and then the three of them put all of the flowers together in the vase.

The blue, the yellow and the pink complimented each other so well.

@starsanspolyweek

#star sans poly week #star sans poly week 2023 #dream sans #ink sans #blue sans #swap sans #underswap sans #star sanses #utmv #undertale #star sans poly #blue x ink x dream #day 1 flowers #lix writes

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mortuscunningham · 8 months

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Memories

tw: panic attack, flashbacks, bullying, gore, angst, death

i'm working on a drawing for this. i'll post it tomorrow probably.

Fruit Punch Week by @starsanspolyweek (@annaraebananawriter )

Ink Sans by @comyet

Swap Sans by Au Community

Dream and Nightmare by @jokublog

#fruit punch week 2023 #fruit punch week #star sans poly week #star sans poly week 2023 #dream sans #nightmare sans #passive nightmare #ink sans #swap sans #mortus writes

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ao3feed-undertale1 · 8 months

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Fruit Punch For Everybody

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49877479 by NovaInTheVoid Some works written for the Star Sans Poly Week on tumblr! No promises on how many get done but here is the first one at least. Words: 2801, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Sans (Undertale), Sans Ensemble (Undertale) Relationships: Sans/Sans (Undertale) Additional Tags: _____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream (Undertale), Underswap Sans (Undertale), star sans poly week 2023, apologies i would tag better but ive been sitting at a computer far too long to be bothered, Flowers, Language of Flowers, Dreamtale Sans | Dream/_____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Underswap Sans/_____tale Sans | Ink (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream/Underswap Sans (Undertale), Dreamtale Sans | Dream/_____tale Sans | Ink/Underswap Sans (Undertale), i had to type that bitch by hand gdit, Star Sans Poly - Freeform, Star Sanses (Undertale), I love them so much, these bitches gay good for them read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49877479

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

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lix88888 · 8 months

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Laughter

This was one of the hardest battle the Stars had ever faced.

Dream avoided the swipe of Nightmare's appendages sailing over his skull, immediately shooting him in retaliation.

"Hey, did you lose an arrow Dreamy? Because I found it in my soul!"

Dream's face became golden and his mouth twisted, both due to the pun and to Nightmare's annoyance, but he held fast and didn't laugh.

"Is it okay if I stay by your side?" Ink asked as put himself back to back "I was always told to follow my Dreams!"

This was, surprisingly, not Ink's idea. It was exactly the sort of thing he would have come up with, but instead Blue had been the one to propose it; well, he had excused it as a "combat training strategy", to learn to "work under pressure", but it was clear he was just having a blast teasing him and Ink, mostly him.

Ink was so brazen that most flirting didn't faze him, and Blue was also the same way, while Dream was more subdued and felt uncomfortable with overt praise (he got enough of that by his "fans"), and so Ink and Blue had ganged up on him.

"Hey beauties!" Blue said while he ran in front of them, dodging a barrage of attacks "Do any of you believe in love at first sight or should I run by again?!"

...though Blue was also trying to make Ink unsettled enough, if the way he smirked when Ink lightly blushed was any indication.

"Hey lover boy, stop flirting while we're fighting!" Killer tried to stab Blue, who dodged again and counterattacked. "Sorry Killer, I can't! Must have hit my skull when I fell for those two!" "Ugh, you're so gross!" "It is kinda sickenin'." Dust said, sliding to Killer's side to also attack Blue. He could still hold out his own, but it was clear he was starting to tire down, especially when Horror also joined in.

Ink noticed and, after parrying yet another attack from Nightmare, gave Dream a finger salute and jumped to help their partner. Now Dream could focus on his brother and-

"I know it's gonna be hard Sunshine, but keep your eyes on Nightmare and not on me!"

Creators damnit. Dream was sure he was looking like a flare, and the only thing making it bearable was Nightmare's irritation. He wouldn't lose!

"Oh Inky, did I became an artist too? I just drew you in!" "Oh Blue, your eyes are like the sea, but I don't mind losing myself in them!" The Murder Trio was also amused, their hilarity clear as day in their aura despite their words, and attacks on both sides became slightly less serious as the banter went up a notch. "Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine written all over you!" "Do you live in a museum? Because you're a work of art!" "I was wondering if you had an extra soul, because mine is missing!" "Are you an angle? Because you're a-cute!"

No, no, he was about to laugh, he had to say something to stop them before he lost the bet.

"HEY!" he yelled as he turned around "ARE YOU AN ORPHANAGE?! BECAUSE I WANT TO GIVE YOU KIDS!"

For a second, the whole Multiverse froze as if to avoid running over a deer.

Then, Blue cracked and fell on his knees laughing. This would have been risky mid-battle, hadn't Killer and Horror also followed suit. Dust was a little more composed, but only because he was leaning against a tree and muffling his laughter with his hand. Ink was, for once, too stunned to react, his whole skull a rainbow beacon. Nightmare, Dream could feel, was absolutely disgusted and embarrassed, so much so that the Guardian of Positivity heard him mutter "Not today" and then open a portal.

"BOYS! WE'RE LEAVING!" The Murder Trio just kept laughing, so Nightmare used his appendages to collect them and pull them inside. His singular eye met Dream's, and he just hissed: "Perverts!" before taking off.

Dream couldn't help it, and started laughing too.

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