#and i should have something lined else lined up but even uf i did that doesnt rly solve my problem

[soda-fawn]

Well I got bored and my brain refuses to work on anything that I should be working on so.. uhm have a meet-cute with UF Sans.. sorta

Sans grumbled as he moved through the streets. It felt as if hell froze over today, and the snow just wouldn’t let up. His car wouldn’t start, Papyrus left early and banned him from using his bike during the winter months. Sans didn’t blame him, but he still hated that he couldn’t use it. 

He would have preferred that today. To put on a helmet that would keep his gold tooth from freezing. Sans got used to this feeling when he lived in Snowdin, but it got worse on the surface. There was never this bad of blizzards in the underground, there was never this bad of cold in the underground. Hell, they were surrounded by the mountain walls on all four sides, so it was never that bad. 

So it was understandable that Sans found winters a little unpleasant on the surface. Sans wore a few layers today, an old scarf Papyrus “offered”, aka he forced him to take it for these last few weeks, his bright red turtle neck, an old worn hoodie that still smelled of his room in Snowdin, his signature jacket, some sweats that he found and just threw on, and finally his sneakers that he refused to get rid of despite Papyrus’ demands. 

He was a little surprised he wasn’t overheating, then again that was a little hard for a skeleton to do. 

The snow crunched under his feet as he made his way to a nearby bus stop. It was a familiar sound, the busy cars and people weren’t. Sure he’d been here for a few years, but he never got used to the number of people. 

He also didn’t want any sort of interaction today, he was tired and irritated. So you can imagine how thrilled he was to see someone else at the bus stop. 

He huffed and shuffled inside the little shelter. It was cold but better than being out in the snow. He took a glance at the other person at the bus stop.

….

His jaw became slacked. 

It was a small, well not really but most looked small to him, human huddled up in the corner trying desperately to stay warm. Their face red from the cold while they tried so hard to huddle in what looked like a thin sweater. They just seemed to have said sweater, jeans, and boots that were soaked at the bottom. 

They looked up at him, their eyes glazed over with regret. They scooted even closer in on themselves as if to give him room to sit down. It was adorable. 

Sans couldn’t lie, he did find humans attractive, only a few though. 

So seeing one that he did find attractive, fucking adorable right now, huddled up, shivering, cold, and offering him a seat was almost a dream come true. 

He took the seat next to them and gave them a curious glance. 

“You okay?”

They looked up at him, confused. they shivered again and gave him a curt nod. 

“..Ya don’t look it dollface. Yer shiverin” he pointed out. 

His pride swelled when he noticed their face flush. 

They bit their lip and began to fidget with their hands nervously. 

“Yes, i’m okay, just a little cold” they muttered. 

Sans’ grin grew, “I can see that.”

They laughed.

Sans’ soul swelled and pounded. God their laugh was adorable. 

“W-Well I was in a hurry this morning. It doesn’t look like I needed to be though, the bus is..is pretty late” the shivered again and shuffled a little closer to Sans. He figured it was because he was giving off body warmth. He most certainly didn’t mind it.

“Explains yer choice in clothes” he chuckled. They seemed so surprised by his laugh, their eye’s held a soft wonder and amazement. It made him a little embarrassed, he couldn’t say why. 

They snapped back to reality and laughed again, his soul thumped hard. 

“I didn’t think it would snow!” they defended. It caused another chuckle to come from Sans. 

He was pleasantly surprised when they started laughing with him. 

They shivered again, a small sneeze following after. 

He stared at them as they sneezed for a second and third time. “Ya gonna stop any time soon doll?” 

They laughed and nodded. 

They sniffled and shuffled again, hugging themselves now. Sans felt guilt swarm in him again. He was just letting them freeze! 

He slid off his jacket and pulled his hoodie over his head. It was a little obvious that he was more built than the average human skeleton now that he had two layers off. He placed the hoodie in his lap and slid the jacket over him once more. He glanced at the human next to him and his grin widened when he noticed their face had gotten redder. 

“Ya see somethin ya like dollface?” he teased. 

Their face flushed even deeper and it caused a roll of laughter to leave Sans. 

“Heh..’m just pullin your leg” he finally said. They puffed their cheeks.

“You think you’re funny don’t you?” they asked. He chuckled again.

“Oh sweetheart I think I’m hilarious” he got a significantly closer to them. He could smell them, they smelt sweet of vanilla and lavender. They stared at him for a second, a small smile cracked on their face. They analyzed his face a little more, taking the time to look at his teeth and his eye lights. 

Now he was the one becoming embarrassed again. He simply placed the hoodie in their lap and moved back to his seat and out of their personal bubble. He desperately tried to ignore the red dusting his cheekbones. 

They made a noise of confusion as the began to examine the hoodie. It would be too big to fit them, they simply placed the hoodie next to them and gave Sans a patient smile. 

“Wear it ‘fore ya freeze.”

“Oh no, sir-”

“Sans”

“..Sans. I can’t take it”

“Sweetheart do ya want to get sick?” He asked, finally facing them. 

They didn’t answer, just looked down at the large hoodie next to them. 

“But that doesn’t mean I can take it”

Sans huffed and grabbed the hoodie and scrunched it up. He gave them one more mischievous grin and rudely placed the hoodie over their head. They made a small surprise sound, which sans loved, and tried to stare at the skeleton before the hood engulfed their vision. Sans resisted the urge to laugh at how cute they were. 

They grumbled out a thank you and pulled their arms through the sleeves. They had to pull the sleeves up a little to even get their hands out. Their fingertips were a bright red and it made Sans wince. They must have been even colder than he thought. 

They pulled the hood back a little and gave Sans a bright and genuine smile. 

Sans’ soul thumped harder. 

“Thank you so much si- Sans, it’s so warm and comfy” the smiled. Sans could almost melt when he saw how happy it made them. 

“Keep it”

“What?”

“Keep it Sweetheart, suits ya better than it ever did me” he laughed off. 

They stared at him for a moment, confused and surprised by Sans’ generosity. He was a little surprised too. 

“I’d hate for ya to freeze doll, but y’know, if ya want I could warm ya up a different way” He purred. It sounded a lot more like him. 

Their face flushed and the hid their face in their hands and laughed. 

“You’re awful!”

“Oh but ya love it doll”

The two of them laughed. There was a small screeching sound and Sans looked up to see a bus that stopped by. It opened it’s doors and the human sitting next to him stood up and waved him goodbye.  

“I’m sorry to cut this short, I hope I see you again Sans!” They called out as they rushed towards the bus. 

Sans felt his stomach drop. 

He really didn’t want them to leave, he was just beginning to enjoy himself and relax. He didn’t even catch their name. 

He regretted not asking as the bus drove away. He hung his head and waited for the next bus to come. The “Monster” bus. 

It was downright insulting that he had to use a different bus, people tried to justify that “Monsters were just bigger than humans, they need more room!” Sans understood the real reason, humans weren’t accepting of their own species, why would they like monsters? 

He was damn happy Papyrus worked with the king on getting this bullshit fixed. Sans just let out a loud growl and exited the bus stop. No point in sitting there and let his anger boil over and ruin his mood, he just had the loveliest interaction with a cute little human. Better yet they liked him and had his hoodie. 

He took his time as he waltzed his way to work with his brother today, taking the time to imagine how cute and flushed that adorable human was when he gave them the hoodie. That genuine smile. To Sans of all people. 

---

Sans grumbled as he walked into Muffet’s bakery, the loud shrill of the small bell above him announcing his arrival. He really didn’t mind the spider monster, but he was craving his beloved mustard more than anything now. Mustard that Grillby would make. It had a slight kick to it that Sans couldn’t really describe.  It was basically alcohol to Sans at points, took a lot to get this skeleton drunk though. 

Sans wasn’t allowed in Grillby’s establishment for the time being. Grillby was always doing shady things, from underground to the surface the man never changed. But he never expected the entertainment that he provided to haunt Grillby. 

Grillby really wasn’t a bad guy, he never let a worker do something they were uncomfortable with. He still turned a blind eye to many dealings in the underground. From hosting illegal fights and biddings to adding poles in the far corner of his speakeasy underground. 

Asgore was pretty unhappy with it, and if word got out Asgore would have Grillby’s head. Everyone needed things to go right with the humans, even one little slip-up or bad impression could leave all monsters in a sticky situation. 

Even if they had been here for a few years, people still didn’t like them.

So here Sans was, in this overly purple bakery. It looked like a knock off Halloween store. But Sans had to admit, Muffet had gotten better with her baking skills and hired a few helpers. She had also become very successful, had her own clothing line. Sans wasn’t surprised. 

Muffet could really be as greedy as she wanted on the surface. Monster treats were becoming more popular, that’s why Grillby was in hot water and why Muffet had increased her prices. She was one of the only bakeries that served both humans and monsters. 

Felt like the 1950s.

Yeah, Sans had to go through basic school so that he was up to “Human Standards” as Papyrus called it. Good thing Sans was a fast learner. 

“Hello sir, how may I help you?” 

Sans turned to see a relatively short spider monster. It wasn’t Muffet, which surprised Sans to say the least. Their skin color was a soft maroon and instead of six arms they only had four, or at least four visible. Instead of a short bob, their hair was in a long braid that reached their waist. Sans was suddenly thankful he didn’t have a need for hair. 

Sans glanced over at the many deserts that littered the cases. “Aster usual” was all he said as he pulled out his wallet. The employee seemed surprised and quickly nodded. “T-That’ll be-” She was cut off by Sans handing her the exact amount. She gave him a quick glance and began to count out the money. Sans stuffed a few bills into the tip jar and turned on his heels. 

He was met with those same eyes he had met months ago. The two stared at each other in disbelief for a second. Sans gave them one quick glance and saw that they wore the exact hoodie he gave them. 

He met with their eyes again and they nervously smiled, probably noticing Sans’ gaze. His feet seemed to move without his permission. 

“What’s a dame like ya doin here, doll?” he teased. 

They lightly laughed, “I could ask you the same thing” they answered. 

Sans moved to the chair that sat across from them, “ya mind if I..?” They quickly shook their head. He took the seat across from them and examined them more. 

Their hair seemed a little shorter and they seemed much happier and healthy. Then again the last time he saw them they were freezing cold, and it was summer now. Not the unbearable winter. They held a soft and genuine smile at Sans. The hoodie seemed to be washed more times than Sans could count, no mustard stains near the collar, and it actually smelled nice rather than a room that wasn’t cleaned for months on end.

 Sans felt his soul thump. They didn’t just throw it away, they held on to it and took care of it. 

“It’s been a long time since I last saw you Sans” they smiled. 

He was surprised that they remembered his name. “Heh I guess it has been, I neva caught yer name” 

They looked at him surprised, “Oh! I guess I never really did introduce myself! I’m (Y/N)” they said. 

“..(Y/N) huh?” 

It rolled off his tongue nicely. He could get used to saying it more often, as much as he enjoyed calling this lovely little human nicknames, their name was just as sweet. If not sweeter. 

They nodded and leaned towards Sans a little, not a big gesture or really a noticeable body language change, but Sans noticed and loved it. 

“So Sans, what are you doing on this side of town?” 

Sans was taken back that they seemed to want to talk to him. He really shouldn’t be so surprised that they were treating him with kindness but he couldn’t help it. 

“I’m just pickin up lunch for me an’ my bro” he grinned. “What about ya dollface?”

They seemed to think for a minute. “Well, Papyrus and King Asgore went along with what they promised and have been decreasing the segregation between monsters and humans. I’ve been wanting to come here for some time, I wanted to come in when it was first opened but, uhm, I couldn’t. So I’m taking advantage of this while I can!” 

Sans’ grin grew even more. “How ya likin it? The food.”

“It’s a little odd I have to be honest.”

“Yeah, that’s cause it just turns into energy. Human and monster food are very different” Sans spoke up. 

There was soft amazement in their eyes when they glanced back at their own food. They were easy to entertain and it made Sans’ soul soar. Sans was brought out of his trance when a brown paper bag, with a small illustration of Muffet with the title “Muffet’s Bakery” plastered on the front. There was a little note at the bottom saying “Thank you for stopping by!” 

Another conversation with this adorable human was cut short again, this time by Sans. He wasn’t very happy with it. He muttered a ‘thank you’ as the maroon spider walked away. 

Sans gave (Y/N) an apologetic smile as he stood up. “It was really good seeing you again sweetheart, would you like to get a drink with me sometime?”

They gave him a curt nod, “Yeah I would love to! Is there a time and place you’d prefer? I heard that speakeasy ‘Grillby’s’ was really good!”

Sans stared down at this adorable human. He knew he wasn’t allowed in the establishment, but, who was he to say no?

“Yeah we can go there, how about tomorrow night at 7?”

“Yeah I’d love that” they smiled. 

Sans relaxed and grabbed the bag, heading for the door. He stopped when he heard the chair scoot out quickly, “I’ll see you then Sansy!” they called out. They missed it but the nickname made Sans blush, hard. He walked out the door with a large grin on his face.

#underfell #underfell sans #x reader #underfell sans x reader #Underfell Sans x #He's not mean #He's got a soft spot pretty quickly #underfell x reader #Undertale #meet cute #UF Muffet #uf sans

[dysfunctionalnerd]

I was wondering ... how would Randall react to Evil! Layton? or Monocle! Layton(by the way your drawings are amazing!)

ahhh thank u so much!! that means so much to me ;u; oh my GOSH MONACLE LAYTON!!! i havent thought about him organically in too long sksksks

well so ok if i had to make layton evil at any point in time, the way id do it would be after unwound future. it would be about 2 years after he found randall, but in this scenario he never worked up the courage to call randall or go back and visit after he left Monte D'or so abrubtly, which means losing that friendship was already weighing on his heart. so then after UF, losing claire and luke in the span of the same week... its too much for him. Crying in his room one night, he says "so this is it then? am i destined to always lose the people i love? i will simply never love again." and he snaps. he gets cold and distant, doesnt allow the kindness of others to reach him. all he wants now is vengance, and this man has been wronged by soooooo many people.

The only person still living with him is flora at this point. at first she lets things slide. things like seeing hersh withdraw into his study for too long, or drink too late into the night. but then she notices he stays in his room for days at a time, clearly working on something, but he gets so rude when asked about what. shes always met with answers like "its none of your concern" or "dont ask questions you're not prepared to hear the answer to", until one day she really puts her foot down. Demands to know whats going on. Shes so worried. But hershel screams at her to go away. an ugly, terrible yelling nobody deserves. and its so cold she just,, runs away crying. she cant think of anybody to reach out for help. she doesnt know anybody, she was never allowed to go out and make friends.

until she remembers the stories luke told her about the man they saved in Monte D'or, and she remembers how softly hershel would smile the precious few times he mentioned he name randall.

so she pulls up a phone book and looks up a Randall Ascot. Its not hard considering he owns an entire fucking town. shes crying and scared and alone, and when randall picks up the phone, he is of course concerned. hes never met this girl, but nobody should by crying this much, and then his heart breaks when he realizes its hershel who did this. He was always hurt by how hershel never said goodbye, and never called again to rekindle their friendship. at first he doesn't want to come over, but flora begs him.

"please, randall, you have to help. I know i hardly know you but... nobody else can reach him, i just know it".

so he grabs the nearest train. tells flora take take it easy at a bougie hotel for a night while he makes the trip over, pays for everything ofc. the two meet up. randall falls in love with this girl in .5 seconds (yknow in that "ive only met this girl for 10 minutes but if anything were to happen to her id kill everyone in this room and then myself" kind of way). They decide to just go to hershels flat and knock. he doesnt answer. they knock again. nothing. randall gets worried. he breaks down the door, shouts for hershel. Nobodys there. the place is empty. they enter hershels study to make sure, but what they find horrifies them. a GIANT charlie kelly style board with a bunch of pictures of different people, mostly people connected to bill hawks, and red lines connecting them stand before the two, and they both know in their gut its a hit list of some kind.

so they run to parliment or whatever building it is those goverment people all stay in, hoping its not too late, hope maybe their suspicions arent true. Theyre horrified when they reach the front steps and theres no guards or anything. sirens are blaring. they run down the halls. injured soldier's and police are telling them to turn back, its not worth it, this man is unstoppable.

"please dont let it be hershel, please dont let it be hershel."

flora stops when they reach the big door. she looks up at randall, crying. "im sorry... but i cant go in. i dont want to face him like this."

randall hugs her, reassures her. tells her its ok to wait by the entrance, that everything will be ok.

Flora rushes off, and randall takes a deep breath. He opens the door where bill hawks office is supposed to be. Randalls heart sinks. in the big chair is hershel, a sword covered in red, and tied to chains too close to the fire place is a beat up bill hawks.

hershel greets him coldly, like strangers.

"ah hello there. im sorry, but the prime minister cannot assist you today. please come back later."

"hershel, what are you doing??? that sword.... have you??"

"killed someone? no..." he hops off his chair and points his sword to bill hawks, far too close to the neck. "no not yet. but if youd like, you can join me for the first one."

Randall picks up a pipe or something close to him. "i cant let you do this hershel... i know youre better than this."

"ah, but you see, thats the thing." his blade lightly touches bills neck. "i could be, but then... whats the point?" then he scoffs, and pulls his sword away, pointing it towards randall in a battle stance. "never mind, you could never understand."

and he charges. AND THE EPIC SWORD FIGHT BETWEEN HERSHEL AND RANDALL THAT WE WERE ROBBED OF COMENCES! Randall, between parrys, is in total disbelief. "Hershel, stop it! i know how youre feeling, but this isnt the solution! youre tired, and scared, and unbelievably hurt. youre in so much pain... this isn't going to end that pain!"

clink, parry

"you couldnt possibly know what im feeling. ive lost everyone. but its no matter."

for a moment it looks like hershel is about to pin randall down, but he swoops away at the last minute.

"No, please hershel, you cant think like that!! youre not alone!! not anymore!! You didnt give up on the masked gentleman... let me return the favor!"

hershel gasps at this, and hesitates. its enough for randall to knock hershels sword out of his hands, and pin him to the ground. Hershel is afraid, his eyes are wide.

"r-randall, stop it!! leave me alone!"

"no!" randall throws the pipe he fought with aside. "not until you make things right!" he starts crying, his tears spill on hershels shirt. "not until i get my best friend back..."

hershel can't take it anymore. He screams, and starts crying uncontrollably. that ugly crying you reserve for your worst moments, and randall softens his grip on hersh, changes it so hes hugging his friend. And hershel just cries and cries and cries.

"i... i just dont want to live like this anymore..." he sobs.

"hershel.... oh hershel, im so, so sorry."

and they continue to cry. eventually randall asks what happened, how it got to this. hershel explains the events of the last few years. how luke left. how bill hawks sent men to beat him to an inch of his life 8 years ago, so really this is just him returning the favor. they talk it out.

"hershel... you owe flora an apology"

and hershel starts crying even more. "oh no, how could i do this to her?? im a monster..."

"nonsense! shes just worried about you, we all just want you to be ok. give her time, you two will be ok."

so slowly, randall convinces hershel to take his hand and walk out before some real irreverasble damage is done. they dont untie bill tho :) hershel comes face to face with flora at the entrance. starts stuttering some words, but jever gets around to saying anything bc flora hugs hershel so tightly, and cries into his chest. "professor i was so worried..."

"i.... im so sorry...."

and thats it!! the police dont do anything bc i dont believe in them, hawks eventually gets voted out. they all go home and randall decides to stay with hershel until he find a therapist. then decides to stay with him until he starts smiling again, then because i mean whos gonna help out with flora?? and then bc honestly hershel, this place is a mess! and then,,,,, well,,,,,, yknow,, 👀👀

#THIS IS SO LONG IM SO SORRY #professor layton #hershel layton #randall ascot #ranlay #flora reinhold #this is a fucking fanfic outline i stg #now i might actually write this skskksks #its a little messy and all over thenplace sorry i went on an adhd rant there sksskksk #gosh thank u for asking its been so long since i like info dumped like this aaaaaa

[imagines4undertale]

Hello, yes, uhm—- I just wanted to ask how the US boys (plus Red!) would react to their S/O having a habit of giving them a flower every so often and then telling them the meaning. (I’m a sucker for flower language and suppose S/O is too.) Like a blue hyacinth if they’ve had an argument (which means regret), or a black-eyed susan when they’ve had a bad day (which symbolizes encouragement). Or perhaps just a rose, which means deep love. Thank you and I hope this makes sense! 😅

Makes perfect sense sweetie! One floral imagine coming right up! 🌷

US!Sans(Blue)-

Blue is going to be the most receptive of this kind of gesture and probably return the favor. He’ll try to keep the flowers that you give him alive for as long as possible and treat them like they are priceless until they are fully wilted. Sometimes you’ll catch him just staring at them with a happy smile on his face. He even does his own research on the flowers so when you hand him a rose he immediately turns bright blue in the face before you even tell him what it means. He loves each one and will even suggest making a flower garden in his backyard with all of your favorites in it along with some ingredients for tacos. 

One day, you and Blue were out on a date at a national park with a picnic in tow. Blue had planned the whole thing from food to location and said that it was a day for you to celebrate your 3 year anniversary of your first date. He seemed to be practically vibrating with excitement, which tipped you off that he might be planning something more. You had already set out the contents of the basket Blue had brought and were getting ready to start eating when he told you to close your eyes for a moment. When he tells you to open them, in his hands in front of you is a tissue paper lined box with an intricately woven flower crown of pale pink primrose (I can’t live without you, love, passion), white arbutus blossoms (undying love and devotion), white forget-me-nots (true love, fidelity), and large white and red variegated camellias (you’re a flame in my heart, you’re adorable) inside. Blue carefully removes it from the box and places it atop your head before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“MY CUTE, SWEET, WONDERFUL HUMAN, I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR SPECIAL SURPRISE! THE MAGNIFICENT SANS HAS BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR WEEKS AND PRACTICING HIS WEAVING EVEN LONGER. I HOPE THIS LITTLE GIFT CAN TELL YOU SOME SMALL PORTION OF THE LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU!” He states with a beaming smile before attacking your face with small peppering kisses. “NOW LET US ENJOY OUR DAY TOGETHER MY PERFECT LITTLE HUMAN.”

US!Papyrus(Stretch)- 

Stretch is a little more laid back about the whole thing. He still loves the sentiment and will take care of the flowers until they wilt, but he won’t put as much into it as Blue does. He will, however, dive head first into any knowledge he can find about flower language. It isn’t something that he does consciously, he just tends to get fixated on things he finds interesting and with you being obsessed with it he can’t help but be interested. Eventually, he might know more than even you, but he’ll never tell you that. Stretch likes having you tell him the meaning and how they are meant to make him smile even if he already knows that, the season they grow in, and what flowers they are related to just by sight. He won’t really reciprocate on a regular basis (it’s a lot of work to find all the right flowers and get them arranged alright?) but he finds other ways to show you he loves you and the sentiment of the flowers. A lot of which is through puns.

The two of you are laying down on the couch in front of the TV with some random show thrown on. It was a Sunday with nothing else really going on. You have your head on Stretch’s chest with the rest of your body draped over his legs and some strategic pillows to save you some of his pointier parts. It was cozy, warm, and when you listened hard enough you could hear the thrum of Stretch’s soul. His chest rose and fell as he pet your hair and hummed a tone of contentment. 

“hmmmm, honey i’m having a ‘lilly’ (it’s heaven to be with you) good day with you. we should do this more often.” He lazily mumbles into your hair.

“Heh, if we had it your way we would just lay here forever never go anywhere.” you huff a laugh into his hoodie. 

“yeeeaaah, so? i just want some’bud’y to love on. i have these ‘tulips’ (perfect love) and i want to put them to good use.” Stretch chuckles, as he lifts your head to peck your lips.

“You don’t even have lips you doof.” You retort as you return the kiss to his cheek. Stretch gives a lazy gasp of offence, draping an arm over his eyes. 

“how dare you. that’s it. i’m ‘leaf’ing you once and ‘floral’. you’ve hurt me too deeply.” He drones out, trying to keep a straight face, but lightly jostling you with the few huffing laughs that manage to escape him. 

“Oh, shut up and ‘plant’ one on me.” You say as you use his hoodie to pull him roughly into a kiss. When you break, both giggling lightly still, you settle back into your comfortable position. From the corner of your eye you see Stretch with a wide, relaxed, smile.

UF!Sans(Red)-

Red will be the least outwardly expressive of his feelings toward the flowers and won't reciprocate at all. He still appreciates them, but you won't see them on display in a vase after you give them to him. It makes him feel weird to have such a meaningful gift given to him and just doesn’t know how to react a lot of the time. Red still thanks you for them and whenever you do it his face flushes a deep red as he accepts them. Internally, Red treasures each flower as if it were made of gold. They are some of his favorite things in the world, though he would never tell anyone that. His favorite would likely be the rose as it is physical proof of your love for him and sometimes he needs something like that. 

You had chosen to hang out at your boyfriend's house for the day. You had been hanging out in his room, laying on his bed, talking, and sharing funny things you found on your phones. Papyrus screamed up the stairs asking Red to bring his laundry down so he could start a load. Begrudgingly, Red dragged himself out from the bed and your arms and began to pull the laundry from the pile that had built from the bottom of his closet. Unfortunately, the clothes had tangled in with some of the objects on a low shelf in the closet and fell to the ground as Red pulled them out. 

Of these objects, the most interesting was a blank covered book that tumbled out and splayed open as it hit the floor. As it did, dozens of carefully pressed and preserved flowers scattered to the floor. Every flower you had ever given Red seemed to litter the floor, each with a small tag tied to it with a description written in fine, beautiful cursive. They seemed undamaged by their trip, but Red looked like he had just unleashed Pandora's box out of the book. His eyes were wide and missing their pricks of light while his face seemed to be fluorescent red and dripping in sweat. Quickly, but with delicate hands, Red placed all the flowers back into the book and then back into the closet.

"...you didn't see no'tin alright?" He says as he wipes his head and starts gathering  up his laundry again.

"N-nope, nothing." You say as you roll toward away from Red and hide your burning face in his pillows.

(Hope I did this one right! I had to do some research, but it was fun! Thank you for the ask, I love making people happy with these. Give me feedback if you can and more asks if you think of some everybody! Have a good day!)

#ask #answer #anon #undertale #undertale imagines #us!papyrus #us!sans #uf!sans #sans #papyrus #flowers

[paodequeijofeliz-blog]

Let me tell you a good story

Bloodbound Fanfiction (characters and main story belongs to Pixelberry Studios).

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed and MC (Annie)

Information:  this takes place after Bloodbound 3, here I’m recreating how Kamilah and MC would meet if she had never gone to Raines Corporation right away.

Summary: Thirty years after meeting Annie for the first time, Kamilah is now a wife and a mother. During a regular family dinner, she decides to tell her daughter and their new son-in-law the story of how she fell in love with Annie after an unusual meeting through the hallways of NYU.

Warnings: none.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Let me tell you a good story - Part 4

March 2nd, 2048.

           “Do not laugh”. – Anna pointed a finger at Drake. – “I was still confused.”

           “Not laughing, I swear. It is completely reasonable that you thought she worked for Ms. Sayeed.” He nervously took a long gulp of soda.

           Kamilah was taping her fingers on the table, a sweet melody playing in her head. Nothing could disturb her peaceful life anymore. She was sitting by a beautiful wife, someone who still held her heart. In front of them, there was the most intelligent and sweet child in the world, named after Kamilah’s brother Lysimachus. Even Drake, the goofy human, was a delight company. He was the perfect balance for Lysia’s seriousness.

           “Are you ok?” Annie’s touch woke her up.

           “I’m perfect. Why don’t you go fetch the dessert while I continue for a while? I left a surprise for you in the microwave.”

           Anna jumped into the kitchen with impressionable speed. If there was one thing she loved, that was Kamilah’s volcano chocolate cake, a masterpiece perfected over years and years of repeatedly baking it.

           “Child.” Both Lysia and Kamilah said at the same time when they saw Annie’s reaction.

           “You know, it creeps me out when you two do that.” Drake scratched his arm, having goosebumps.

           “You should see when they fight!!” Anna yelled from the kitchen. “It’s like watching a couple of clones!”

           They were interrupted by someone opening the door. The flash of a sparkle on Lysia’s face told Kamilah who the person was faster than anything else. The human girl opened the biggest smile she could, but remained sat on the chair, not even losing her posture.

           “Uncle Adrian!”

           “Hi, sweetie. I’m sorry to be late, there was an emergency to solve.” He placed a soft kiss on Lysia’s forehead before shaking Drake’s hands and smiling at Kamilah. “Am I interrupting?”

           “Not at all. We were talking about the past. Actually, little brother, you arrived at the perfect moment. Now you can help me remember this part of the story.”

           “Which story?”

           “Ti storu uf ru we fil in luv.” Anna came back carrying the cake, a big piece of it already missing. Her face had chocolate all over the mouth, nose, and chin.

           Kamilah sighed. At this point, there was no need for translation anymore. Adrian only laughed and carried on. “The story of how you two fell in love? Oh, boy. Rough times. You think Kamilah is a tense person? Should’ve seen her realizing her feelings for Annie. I thought New York wouldn’t survive it.”

           “Adrian, why don’t you continue for us? We were just getting to the part you entered the story.” The vampire queen said over the table while cleaning Annie’s face with a napkin. “And you, behave. The last time you ate so much chocolate, you cried for the entire night with a stomach-ache.”

           “Yu crid the whole niti withy stumachache, bla bla bla” she mocked her wife, taking another big bite of dessert. Kamilah solemnly ignored this part.  

           “Ok, ok. Let’s see… So, after that dinner and the job proposition, Kamilah wanted to either kill or kiss Annie, it was still unclear.”

           “Hmm, both.” Answered Kamilah, watching her wife out of the corner of the eye.

 August 29th, 2018

           The sky was already dark.

           The sky is always dark when Kamilah is looking through the window. The same old dark sky she had seen for years. But, tonight, something feels different. The sight that usually calms her down, the peaceful shade of black marked by the city lights, it was suddenly not enough. There was an irritation growing inside her chest, heavy and dangerous like a bomb ready to explode. The reason of it was worse than the feeling itself. She had felt anger many times before, with better motives. Right now, Kamilah knew deep down it was stupid to be so bothered by something that small. Finally, not being able to stand her own company anymore, her fingers called the same number it always does at moments like this.

           “Hey.” Adrian’s voice surged on the other side of the line.

           “Why hasn’t she given us an answer yet?”

           “What? Who?”

           Kamilah sighed. She was so tired. Angry. Frustrated. “Why hasn’t that mewling tiny stupid woman answered our business proposal? It has been a week, Adrian. There’s a limit for my patience. I don’t have time for this.”

           “Hm, you’re mad.” He just acknowledged it, his voice a little surprised. “I didn’t know this matter to be so urgent. In fact, I remember vividly that you were the one saying not to rush things when I suggested hiring a historian. She must have given you quite the impression to make you so eager to close the deal.”

           She snorted, and Adrian was sure her eyes rolled as well. “It’s not about her. It could be anyone. I just want to put things in motion.”

           “Right.” He didn’t buy it. “Well, my friend, then I’m going to tell you the options we have, since you clearly won’t quiet down until something is done.”

           Kamilah fixed her posture immediately, ready to jump into a plan.

           “Fist: you can call one of the historians on the list I sent to you last month. Call all the fifteen options, if it suits better. They were all graduated in high profile universities and sustain the best curriculums in the country.” Adrian gave it a second of silence, and since she didn’t make a sound, he continued. “Second: throw away the idea of working with one of them and just make a deal with one of us. I don’t know any of our group who is a historian, but most of them know a lot about the past and maybe will even understand the mission better than an outsider.”

           Silence again. And then, the distant sound of Kamilah’s high heels hitting the floor, like she was impatiently trembling her leg. Adrian knew that sign. It meant none of the options were good enough for her. “Or… Third: if you do believe she’s worth it, you can always go over there and demand an answer.”

           Her eyes widened.  

           “Can I do that?”

           “Sure.” He laughed. “As long as you don’t hurt, yell or kill the poor woman.”

           That was it. The solution. She wanted the mission to start already, and if Kamilah wanted anything, no one could stop her from getting it. Much less a professor who hadn’t done the courtesy of giving a simple answer. After a couple minutes, the Egyptian found Anna’s address on the university website and head there without thinking twice. In a blink, she was already ringing the intercom, but it seemed to not be working.

           “Kamilah?” Annie was dangerously leaning on the window. “What are you doing here?”

           “We need to talk. Open the door.”

           The grumpy and ordering tone made Anna frown, but she didn’t argue. From the street, the Egyptian could hear her mumbling things in Portuguese while getting down the stairs. Even though Kamilah couldn’t understand it, she was sure it was cursing. Without saying a word to each other, they climbed the stairs to the third floor. Annie’s place was thoroughly clean and covered with the pleasant scent of vanilla. A mess of books and papers had taken over the living room, where a dining table was set: a dish with a weird sandwich, a glass of cheap wine and an opened notebook. It looked like she was working late.

           “Take a sit. Do you want to drink something? I’ve got wine, rum, whisky, gin, coffee… Water.” The sweet tone on her voice disarmed Kamilah for just a second. The professor seemed extremely tired, but even like this, she wasn’t able to be rude.

           “No, I… I’m fine. Thank you.”

           “What happened?”

           Kamilah’s arms crossed over her breasts. That confused look on Annie’s face was genuine. How could she not know why Kamilah was there? That was the last drop. It unlocked all the irritation that had been burning on the Egyptian’s chest for days. “Did you hit your head recently? Or do you suffer from diseases such as Alzheimer?”

           “Wh…What? I… No…”

           “Why the hell do you think I am here, Ms. Mali? Do you believe I am a woman who has the time to sit around waiting for you to make a simple decision? To answer a yes or no question? Look at me. Do not stare at the floor. Raise your eyes.” Kamilah approached her with such a fast movement, Annie barely saw it happening. In a second, she was standing before her, lifting the professor’s chin to make their eyes meet. “It is not polite to just disappear once a business proposal is showed to you. I do not tolerate this kind of behaviour. If you’re too much of a child yet, then maybe we were wrong to approach you in the first place.”

           Anna didn’t stop her. Didn’t move either. Kamilah saw something growing on the professor’s face, some sort of weakness she wasn’t expecting to find. Her expression was flickering between insecurity and sadness. Finally, an answer came.

           “I can’t stay.” A whisper. The palpable shame in her tone. “I’m leaving.”

            “What do you mean by that?”

           “I mean… I got fired. I’m leaving the country. I’m sorry.” She shrunk her shoulders. Somehow, the woman was getting smaller. More fragile. “It happened on Saturday morning, right after that dinner. I know it’s no excuse and should’ve called you sooner. I’m really sorry. I just thought that now that I’m no longer related to the NYU, my name and reputation wouldn’t be of any value to you. I guess… I was embarrassed to let you know and go through the whole ‘well, then we don’t want you anymore’ conversation. Either way, I am sorry. For not answering, for making you come here, for everything.”

           Kamilah was not at all prepared for this. She went from almost tearing the professor’s throat opened to drowning inside her sorrow and beautiful features. Without much thinking, the Egyptian brushed some hair behind Annie’s ears in a soft movement.

           “Are you leaving the country because of visa issues?”

           “Yes. Not the main reason though… Even if they granted me a permanent visa, I don’t have money to stay. I was a recent teacher at NYU, my payment wasn’t that high and most of it went to cover the costs of the postdoctoral course. Now I’m trying to finish some papers quickly and I still need to buy the plane tickets.”

           “I don’t care about NYU.”

           Annie’s eyes came back to Kamilah only to find an unreadable face. “What?”

           “It’s not relevant if you’re related or not to a University. That doesn’t change my stand.”

           “But…”

           “We still want you.”

           The professor was speechless, staring in disbelief.

           “Answer me, Annie. Will you accept the proposal?”

           Kamilah’s arms uncrossed and her hands went to rest on the hips. She saw a thousand of emotions running through the professor’s eyes in a second.

          “What about my visa?”

         “Not a problem I can’t solve. As for the money part… Adrian will discuss this with you. He’s responsible for the bureaucracies. But I can guarantee, regardless of how the conversation goes, it’s going to be way more than what NYU was paying. So, there won’t remain any obstacles forcing you to leave.”

         Anna smiled. Not because of the money. She just noticed that Kamilah had come in person not to fight, but to persuade her to say yes. That made her wonder what the Egyptian’s thoughts were right now. “I did answer, you know. When I got home, after dinner.”

        “Oh?”

       She pointed at the computer on the desk. “It’s in the draft emails part. I was going to send it on Monday morning.”

       Kamilah arched one eyebrow. “And what was the answer?”

       Instead of giving her the pleasure to hear it, Annie decided to contour the table and send the draft email that was waiting there all along. Inside Kamilah’s pocket, her cell phone immediately buzzed. She gave it a quick glance before smiling and walking towards the door.

        “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Mali. Don’t be late.”

#kamilah x mc #kamilah sayeed #bb kamilah #choices kamilah

[gemraldkid]

It’s not entirely impossible...

An Underfell version of Glitchtale.

They say it can’t work because that would ruin the characters? Well, HA! I say. 

Sure, if all you do is coat everyone in red and give them edgy personalities, of course the story’s gonna fall apart. That’s why you have to make changes.

Here are a few of my ideas.

Season 1:

First, Papyrus plays a role in Season 1. I can understand Sans wanting to protect his brother in the original, but UF Paps is (often depicted as) Captain of the Royal Guard for a reason. I see him being present for the fight in the barrier chamber. Plus, I don’t think Sans could keep the crisis a secret even if he tried. This Papyrus seems like the kind of guy who, if he isn’t told what’s happening, is going to find out anyway.

Second, how does Sans bring Gaster back? I may not be a huge expert, but UF sans doesn’t exactly seem like he would have as much of a scientific background as the original. Regardless, the way I see it playing out is that he’s a bit like Grunkle Stan in Gravity Falls. He isn’t really an expert with the machine, but he still spent years trying his best to understand and fix it.

Third, I see Gaster as having a personality reminiscent to that of Rick from Rick and Morty. After spending who knows how long in the void, he’s become a nihilist, although being freed has improved his mood a bit. He also has a pretty big ego. It doesn’t take much to convince him to help. His mindset is probably something along the lines of “Eh, might as well try a good ending. At least it’ll be interesting.”

I don’t really know much of how Hate would work in a world like this. I don’t how Chara would specifically act, nor do I know what to do with Asriel and Flowey.

Season 2:

First and foremost, only the base cast is full of Edgelords. Everyone else, A.K.A. the humans on the surface and Betty, stays the same. Why? Because it wouldn’t make sense, it’s easier manage, and it would be hilarious.

Second, Frisk is more involved with the politics. They work alongside Asgore for a lot of things and advise him often to make sure things go smoothly. Something tells me this man isn’t as patient as his OG counterpart.

Third and funniest, Betty has an extremely difficult time getting anything done. Picture this: she goes in, thinking she can easily spy on and deceive the monsters only to realize she’s a little out of her league. Remember, these monsters are battle-hardened warriors who have lived in a very dangerous society. Paranoia is probably a common trait shared among many of them. I can totally see Sans and Papyrus escorting Frisk everywhere they go - or at least Sans because Papyrus told him to - for protective reasons. Also, when they bring Betty to Gaster to research her soul trait (assuming she makes it that far), the man immediately thinks something is up. Perhaps he prefers to think he knows everything than to acknowledge that he might have missed something. Maybe he did research into forbidden spells. Or, maybe he just can’t believe that there’s still something new and exciting left to see in the world.

“I’ve cultivated my genius by researching souls for 800 years, kid. What’s more likely? That a trait that I’ve never heard of just whooshes into existence, or that someone’s trying to pull as fast one on me? Don’t bother answering; it’s the latter.” 

“No, I couldn’t have ‘missed it.’ Determination souls can only exist one at a time, and we found those didn’t we? Do you really think there’s something rarer than that? ‘Cause there isn’t.”

This isn’t necessarily how I think he would talk, it’s just an example. Although, I do like the idea of him answering his own questions. Also, he should definitely be very egotistical, which could first be demonstrated while explaining the core to Jessica.

“Electricity bi- Did you even listen to my conference? Do you even understand what this brilliant piece of technology can do?”

*Teleports the group the Core for a quick, spiteful tour of it’s chambers.

That’s pretty much all I’ve got for now. Although Toriel definitely shouldn’t be able to open a school in this version. Then how does Betty’s trait get revealed? I don’t know. Some other way. If Betty sucks in this world, who’s the antagonist? Jessica, maybe? She’s always had that potential. Or, it could just be a comedic what-if scenario meant to give Betty a hard time.

#Glitchtale #Underfell #Glitchfell #Concept

[aka-indulgence]

Slow Day

(Tiny note before the short fic): Hey, so I haven’t been posting much lately, and I’m sorry ;-; This month has been even more hectic than the last month, and I’ve been trying to keep updates, and, uh... Failing to do so? ;u; well anyways- I think it should be calming down soon enough, and I hope that I can post updates again soon! I know no one exactly asked me about this, but I felt like I should explain myself. But anyways- have a little something! (because I was in a mood ouo;)

Desc: You didn’t have anything to do that day, you’re in (UF!)Sans’ house, and he’s feeling pretty affectionate and touchy.

(Sans is pretty suggestive here, so while I’m sure most people following here aren’t “babies”, I’d rate this as M(ature))

You were in Sans’ bed, in Sans’ room, in Sans’ and Papyrus’ house.

You have a house of your own but it wasn’t uncommon for you to be invited to Sans’ house to spend a few nights there. It’s pretty much your second home from how much Sans wants you to be over for... Many different reasons. Sans loves being with you, holding you, touching you... And he likes it even better when you’re on familiar grounds, in his ‘territory’. And hell- he’s very territorial.

You’ve been sleeping in Sans’ bed for a week now, and he doesn’t seem to want you to go home anytime soon. Not that you really needed to, Sans provides you with everything and you’re sure you’re going to move in with him in the near future from how you spend more time in his house than you do your own house, which you don’t mind at all. You liked the way he held you, the way he made you feel safe and loved. He really knew how to make you feel nice and special to him.

... Really knew how to make you feel special to him.

You woke up before him, him spooning you and having wrapped his arms around you that night- and not letting go. His face was buried in your hair, and you can feel every single one of his warm breath brushing your scalp, hearing how deeply he inhaled, enjoying your scent even while he was asleep. You wouldn’t mind much except for the fact that the warm air that kept brushing you left goosebumps all over your skin and made you a bit, er... Hot.

But you didn’t exactly want to get out of the bed and leave his warmth, feeling perfectly comfortable being held by the big skeleton who smelled like safety and affection.

You thought that maybe you should try to get some more sleep before he wake up when he started shifting behind you, a break in his long breaths, pulling his skull away from the back of your head to yawn.

He smacked his teeth, blinking his sockets open before he noticed you awake in his arms and greeted you. “hey there sweetie,” he purred, smiling lazily and nuzzling your cheek, “how was yer night?”

“Pretty nice, I would say.” You answered just as tiredly, accepting the rubbing against the side of your face and giving you own little yawn, except it wasn’t as deep and heavy as his. “What time is it?”

“er...” Sans exhaled a bit before haphazardly groping for his phone on the side of the bed. “it’s still before noon... how ‘bout we jus’... go back to sleep and wake up later...” He breathed slowly again, placing the phone back and sinking back onto the bed, pulling you closer to his chest that you could feel the hum of his soul through your back.

You... Did want to go back to sleep with this living heater of a skeleton but... Your stomach started to sound.

It grumbled audibly, making you wake up a little and Sans’ movements stopping for a second, before he started chuckling deeply, teasingly. “doll... was that yer stomach?”

“M... Mhm...” You folded your arms against him to hide your face, turning a light red from embarrassment. You were craving for breakfast, noticing the emptiness of your stomach when you woke up, but you couldn’t be bothered to get up to get yourself something back then, and you really didn’t want to get out of bed now when it seems like Sans was about to cuddle you back to sleep, with his warm, smoky scent lulling you.

“well, we can’t have that now can we, doll?” He chuckled again before he groaned, pulling his arms away from you to sit up.

“Wait Sans, don’t go...” You made grabby motions at him. “I don’t want to get out of bed yet...”

“ya don’t have ta, dollface.” He kissed your cheek, stroking it with his thumb afterwards. “i’ll be the one getting up for you. i’ll be down for a moment, and i’ll come back up with yer breakfast. sound good to ya? breakfast in bed, i mean.”

“Mmm...” You hummed as he got out of bed, pulling back the covers after he did. It was getting colder and the bed still has his warmth plastered on it. “Ok. I’ll wait here.”

“gotcha. one meal for the princess, comin’ right up.” He winked, before he shortcutted out of the room, leaving a trail of faint red smoke in his wake.

... You know it’s probably not healthy to just keep sleeping when you’re feeling tired, especially after you’ve slept so long and woke up so late- but you couldn’t be bothered today, the bed smelled so much of Sans and it felt so homely, and you really, really wanted to just stay in bed and hang out with Sans today.

It didn’t take long before Sans was back up in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed with a bowl in one hand and a clear glass of milk in the other, placing the milk on the bedside table (that you managed to convince him to get) and handing the bowl to you. It was cereal.

“You got me a glass of milk, and a bowl of cereal... That already has milk in it?” You commented, getting up from the bed with the blanket still over your lap, taking the bowl.

“what, ya don’t want the milk?” He raised a brow, a hotdog in his hand.

“No no, I want it, it’s just that- ... Wait... Where did that hotdog come from?”

Sans took a quick glance at the item in his hand, acting as if he just noticed it. “dunno. from somewhere.”

“You were holding the bowl and the glass of milk... Where... How..?”

With a wave of his hand, you could see his answer coming. “magic.”

Of course.

You stared at it for awhile before you shook your head and started to take the spoon from the bowl, when Sans’ arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him and over one of his thighs, sitting you between them. Quite suddenly too, that the milk almost spilled out and onto his bed.

“S-Sans!” You complained to him, looking behind him and... Realizing the position you were in and how close he was to you, the arm now completely encircling your waist easily with his hand on the other side of the waist of where his upper arm is in.

He ignored you, instead opting to take a bite of his hotdog, conveniently making him ‘unable’ to speak as he just pulled you closer to him, back lined up with his chest as he chewed the hotdog with abandon.

After you just sat still between his legs, not ignorant to the little shuffling of your clothes he was doing with his phalanges, tugging it in the slightest. not having to take a bite of your cereal yet, that he started to speak again. “what?” He gulped, leaning forward so that his head was above yours, looking down on you, purposefully making you feel smaller compared to him, “can’t have my girl close to me?” He rumbled a bit, jerking you to him a bit, able to feel the strength that was hidden in the thick arm around your middle.

You felt heat rush to your face and... Somewhere else, and you decided you shouldn’t question him much when he gets... Touchy. “No... No problem with that...” Your words barely come out in a whisper, hearing him rumbling out a few deep laughs and quickly downing a spoonful of cereal to distract you from your steaming cheeks.

It took the two of you a few moments of silence of just eating and chewing, feeling every bit of his fingers pulling on your shirt and rubbing it between them. You could tell Sans was in a... Mood, and you weren’t exactly in a position to complain about it. You... Kind of liked it, honestly, but you were too shy to just say it to him. You took the milk from the table when you finished your bowl and noticed that it was warm to the touch.

“Oh... It’s warm?” You looked back to Sans who was also just finishing up his hotdog, chewing it.

“thought ya’d want somethin’ warm in this weather, ‘specially since i gave ya some cold breakfast... don’t want ya turnin’ into a block of ice on my watch.”

“Oh...” So that’s why he brought you more milk. “Thanks, Sans.” You thanked him, before downing the milk.

“ah... no problem sweetheart.” He answered, resting his head on your shoulder and leaning on your head, his other arm coming around to wrap around your chest, making you stutter your gulps and finish the glass faster.

He gave you a small affectionate nudge before he moved away to look at you. “ya finished, doll?”

“Mhm.” You turned to look at him, wanting to ask if he’s planning anything today- when you spot leftover mustard on the side of his mouth. “Oh, Sans, you have... Something on your mouth.”

Sans’ previously lidded sockets opened a bit, looking down at his mouth and spotting the yellow smudge. “i do, don’t i...” He says slowly, and you can hear his voice deepen. “hey doll. would ya mind if ya could...” His crimson eyelights darting to you and a devilish smile appearing on his face. “... clean that up fer me...?”

You saw how his eyelights drifted downwards from your eyes to your mouth, and... You shrunk on yourself a little, red falling over your face. You struggled to come up with a proper answer.

“U-uh...”

Sans snickered darkly, bone brows furrowing and giving you a lecherous look. “ah, don’t be like that sweetheart, i was just pullin’ yer leg...” As he said that, he put a hand on your thigh and gave it a little squeeze that made the red bloom more on your face, heating it up.

It didn’t help that you saw his tongue come out of his tongue, licking his ‘lips’ agonizingly slowly before it retracted back into his mouth.

“ya know, ya yerself’s got somethin’ on your lips.” He teased, eyelights still on your mouth, the thin layer of milk that looks like a tiny white mustache above your lips. It was adorable.

“Oh, I do?”

“yeah...” His voice started to rumble a bit as it went deeper, and you prepared yourself for what he was going to say. “and unlike ya... i wouldn’t hesitate ta... clean ya up.”

You saw a faint glow of red behind his teeth, opened in the slightest, and you felt yourself shrinking.

“Oh no, I’m fine, it’s good!” You hasted, quickly licking your mouth clean. “See, I’m done!”

Sans’ little chuckle turned into a low growl, looking at that tiny tongue and how tasty your lips looked. He knows he has you but... He was more aggressive in his affections and you were shy about it all and... That need to chase you for it always got him excited to find all the ways he could break your defenses.

His growl vibrated through your chest, and you felt more blood rushing to your face.

“hahahah, alright alright, i’ll stop tormenting you... for now.” He smirked, before removing his hands from your person and resting his elbow on his femur, placing his chin in his hand. “so doll, ya planning on doin’ anything today? now that we got a little food in our stomachs.” 

... You didn’t feel like doing anything, at the moment anyways. You still had that feeling you woke up to, with Sans’ warmth around you and leaving you sleepy and not wanting to move anywhere.

“I don’t know what I want to do exactly... I’ll do whatever you want to do, Sans.”

Sans didn’t want to do anything either... Outside his room. Feeling the tiny human between his legs... He knew exactly what he wanted.

“anythin’... i wanna do?” He gave you a smirk, looking positively sinful. “i know who i wanna do...”

Before you realized your ‘mistake’ in asking him, he wound his arms around you again and laid back on the bed, taking the blanket and covering the both of you and pressed you to his chest, taking in a greedy sniff in your hair. “i don’t feel like gettin’ outta here anytime soon, darlin’... how bout we jus’... lay around in bed till later...?” He quickly snuggled to you, his chin tickling your neck a bit and making you shiver in the slightest. He didn’t miss that.

“mm... i really just wanna be with you right now, sweetheart.” He mumbled, his hands going over you, continuing to rub his face into the back of your head. 

“So... We’re just going to be in bed..?” You asked meekly, trying to keep yourself from squeaking at him. He was just so warm and his arms just... Wrapped around you like that...

“mmm...” He hummed, blowing a particularly heavy breath onto your ear and making your skin prick with something akin to electricity. “it doesn’t have ta be just that...”

As he said so, one of his hands drifted to your waist, starting to palm and knead it, with the other tracing your chin.

“we could do so much more in bed...” He growled right into your ear, making you shiver again, harder this time.

You gulped. “Uh, y-yeah, we can...” You said nervously.

“heheheh.” He stopped his less than innocent movements, moving to wrap his arms around you again. “only if ya want to, dollface. right now... just stay here with me?”

He groaned as he relaxed onto bed and shifted you around so he could have more contact with you, your face still red and hot, letting him be touchy with you. You enjoyed it almost as much as he did (You’re not sure if you like it more than him...).

“mmm... i’m gettin’ sleepy again darlin’. ya don’t mind a nap, don’t ya?” He asked, his sockets drifting close. You felt the same sleepiness dragging on your lids, tiny little breaths brushing over his forearm. A hand glided to your cheek to stroke it, and... Everything he did, you could feel the feelings he had for you.

“Sure, Sans.” You wouldn’t mind it at all.

... He was already asleep when you answered, and you followed soon after.

#short fic #uf!sans/reader #i do love mr. underfell sans #just a little something... #sorry i was indulging- #but that is my username -u- #female reader

[ollie-oxen-free]

feline fine

a gift for @itsladykit who will suffer as i cram this ship down her throat until she dies

tags: shakespeare, theatre nerd burgerpants, i cant call him burgerpants seriously so his name is Felix (bc hes a cat get it?), theatre nerd edge, uf papyrus/burgerpants (edgepants)

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Papyrus had dragged him here, as he did with most things he knew Edge would enjoy. He could have turned down the invitation, of course, could’ve ignored the gestures and the conspicuous details of the things Papyrus said that he knew were of his interest. He didn’t, though, just played the part that he was expected to play and agreed with ‘hesitation.’ He wasn’t sure how Papyrus found out his enjoyment for theatre, but he supposed it was something they both shared if the rants about characters in plays Papyrus would subject him to were of any significance. 

Papyrus had insisted they go to a local showing of Romeo and Juliet, insisting that they had to both go to show their support for Frisk’s ‘Starring role!,’ regardless of the fact that they were only ‘First Citizen’ in the script he had glimpsed.

They had sat down near the front in the very center of the playhouse, watching the seats fill in around them. They were some of the only monsters there, and Edge was acutely aware of the stares on them. None overly hostile, but curious and prying in a way that made the magic at his core prickle uncomfortably. He shoved it down when Papyrus glanced over at him, pretending to read the playbook.

Down near the bottom stood Frisk’s name alongside their role, however minor, and he was about to close the pamphlet when a vaguely familiar name caught his eye. He looked closer at the name, frustration growing at his mind’s inability to connect the strings together. Before he could grow too frustrated with it, though, the lights in the theatre dimmed and a human stepped out, narrating the opening lines of the play.

He’d read the play many times before, and had seen it once, in the past- albeit as a bloodier and more violent version from his own ‘verse- and so it wasn’t much work to keep track with the story. The argument in the street, the heartbroken lament, the party, they were all just what he had read before. Even so, he found himself relaxing, caught in the words of the actors on the stage. All human, which made the appearance of a familiar monster in the next scene that much more surprising. 

Edge recognized him, having seen him around Hotland before while making his own rounds. Or, he supposed, he recognized him from his memory of his own universe, a twitchy cat monster, gaze always wary and form hunched over as if to hide from view. From his memory his name was Burgerpants, or- much more likely- he’d been given the unfortunate moniker by others. Edge glanced down at the paper in his hands. The dim lights of the theatre made him have to wait a moment to adjust to the low light, but he found the character and traced it to see the name he was ruminating on earlier. ‘Felix,’ the paper proudly displayed.

Edge looked up as they began talking.

Felix walked onto the stage- Mercutio, in the play- the group jesting and attempting to lift a heavy-hearted Romeo. Edge knew little about him, but the ease at which he spoke his part, dancing around the stage, voice confident and projecting, was far from the visage he’d had in his mind. Despite himself, he laughed at the quips given even though he knew they were there, pretending not to notice Papyrus giving him a very obvious look.

Edge found himself focusing intently on the scenes where he knew Mercutio would be, listening to the flow of words that fell from his mouth, the way his presence commanded attention in a way deserving of a main role. Though he knew it was coming, he found himself disappointed when Mercutio was slain, struck by a coward’s blow when Romeo stepped in. 

The climax was coming, but Edge found it hard to pay attention, fingers tapping on the arm of the chair as he watched the final scene of the play, the tragic end and the reconciliation of the families. He only straightened up when the cast came out to the audience in turn, bowing, and he watched Felix make his way to the front, fake blood standing stark against the white shirt of his costume.

The house lights came on and they stood, Edge planning to make his way out before Papyrus stopped him, his hand on his arm.

“We should head to the back! I have a gift for Frisk for their excellent acting.” As he spoke he pulled a bouquet of roses from his inventory, waving them in the air.

Edge let the other lead him to the stage, sweeping back the curtain and heading to where the cast were milling around. Before they could get there, though, Papyrus let loose a dramatic gasp, his hand flying to his chest. “Oh no! It appears my bouquet has fourteen roses instead of thirteen! How terribly clumsy of me!” He pulled one of them out, pushing it into his hands with a flourish. “Looks like you’ll have to give this one to someone else!”

Edge stared at him, unamused, but Papyrus only grinned placidly back. Before he could say anything the other trotted off, going up to Frisk and presenting the flowers. Edge watched as they perked up at the gift, grabbing them before flinging a hug around the other’s waist.

He glanced down at the rose in his hand, fully bloomed. Though he could just throw it away, it seemed a waste for such a nice flower. Making up his mind, he walked further through the cast, spotting a familiar figure, leg propped up on a chair as he laced his shoes.

He held the rose out.

Felix started, cursing softly and stumbling back, staring at the offered flower. His ears twitched and a flush worked over his face. “Uh. H-. Hello?”

Realizing he was only staring he cleared his throat. “I enjoyed watching your performance,” he said.

The other stared at him warily, then reached out and took the rose, holding it in his hand. “Um. Thanks? I uh.” He shifted in place, ears flattened to his head. “I wasn’t a, uh. Main character, or anything.”

“They tend to be overdone anyways,” he responded. 

Felix glanced up at him and let out a shocked laugh, hand coming up to run over his head. The fur flattened under his motion before sticking straight up once more. “Yeah, they kinda do, don’t they?”

He glanced up and their eyes met. Felix quickly tensed, reaching down to grab a backpack he didn’t see earlier, fumbling with the zipper before carefully putting the rose inside, slinging it onto his back.

“Well, uh… Thanks! For, uh, supporting your local theatre!”

“I was happy to.”

“Right!” The other swallowed, then looked away. “I, uh. Have to get to work! Bye!”

He turned to leave, though only made it a few steps before the laces on his shoe, untied, tripped him. Before he could hit the ground Edge moved forward, catching him. They stared at one another for a moment before Felix screamed out an “OKAY THANKS” and darted off, nearly tripping in his haste to leave.

When Edge turned around he saw Papyrus staring smugly at him from across the room.

He fought to hold back a sigh.

#didn't edit this #shitpost #my writing #edgepants #kit #uf papyrus #okay low key kinda like this ship doe #also: wingman papyrus #very suave nerdy edge and very clumsy nerd BP for the win #undertale

[creative-poptart]

Oof hi, I saw that your asks were open so I decided to come bug you. Can I have an imagine of the ut, uf skeles comforting a friend/crush bc her girlfriend brokeup with her and maybe they see their chance to confess and there's cutesy fluff?? Hi sorry, im pansexual and need help. Sorry if I broke any rules! It doesn't have to be long, don't stress baby!

Sure thing honey! No rules have been broken, but again, thank you for the concern!

UT Sans/Vanilla: Tears are always a bit of an unsettling sight for him, especially on such a pretty friendly face like yours. He’s quick to rush over and make sure that you’re okay, get you set up with something warm to drink and let you talk it out with him. He’s also quick to take up the “treat yo self” mentality and allows you to indulge a bit on some things to calm you down, though he won’t let you go absolutely crazy. When you mention that you were just broken up with, his soul is going nuts and he wants to confess to you right then and there. However, Vanilla also recognizes that you’re really upset about this and now might not be the best time to bring up his own feelings. He doesn’t want to end up as a rebound, nor does he want you to feel like that’s all it is. Vanilla’s gonna try to win you over fair and square, without pressing his luck too much. For now, he’s going to make sure that you get over your break up in a way that doesn’t leave you too broken into pieces. Once you start to get your metaphorical feet back under you, he’s going to start to drop some hints though, and he’s not going to give in for quite some time. 

“hey hey hey, it’s gonna be alright. don’t worry about them for now, just focus on what you’ve got right in front of you and we can work through this together.”

UT Papyrus/Creampuff: The minute you show up at his house crying, there is nothing else on his mind other than to get you to feel better about whatever has made you sad. You’re quite literally yanked inside, thrown carefully on the couch, and commanded not to move until he gets back. Creampuff will tear apart the house to get everything he thinks he needs to make you feel better, even going out into his little garden and cutting you a fresh bouquet of flowers. Once all his things are in place, then you may talk about it, and he will listen with utmost attention. He never really like the idea of you dating someone like that anyway, but he won’t comment on anything until you are done venting your woes to him in the first place. Creampuff is quick to try and build you back up, telling you that you’re almost as great as he is, listing your accomplishments, and somehow getting you to smile through the tears. His genuine, honest comments about who you are as a person are pretty uplifting, even if you feel like utter crap. In the midst of his ranting about your greatness, he drops a line saying that there’s no way he could have fallen for someone who was less than great, which makes both of you stop completely. He... wasn’t planning on this??? Creampuff’s improvised confession manages to shock you out of your funk, but now both of you are a mess. There’s good things up ahead though, just watch.

“IT WAS NOT IN MY PLAN TO LET YOU KNOW OF MY DEEP AND COMPLICATED FEELINGS FOR YOU LIKE THIS, BUT... I ONLY SPOKE THE TRUTH IN WHAT I SAID, REST ASSURED!”

UF Sans/Red: The fastest way to get this guy to reconsider his attempts to not murder people is to have you showing up somewhere with a tear-streaked face and looking extremely upset. It’ll take a minute for him to recollect himself and refocus, but once he gets there, he’s all ears, metaphorically speaking. While he’s no good at providing you any form of comfort, he can give you someone to talk to about your problems, stars knows he wished he had the same thing. He’ll sit quietly and let you talk while throwing in the occasional snarky comment about your now-ex, arms folded over his chest. Red wants to go over and beat up your ex for breaking your heart, but at the same time, now he has a shot at being yours, so he’s very conflicted. For the moment, he decides not to hunt them down, and instead sticks around with you until you’re at least a little better. He won’t make any comments about what he feels for you right now, as he can’t quite trust what he wants to say about that yet, but you will notice that he’s a bit more touch-prone with you and quick to be at your defense.

“there ain’t no reason f’r them t’be like that at all, an’ it’s stupid. ya shouldn’t linger on it too long, ‘r it’ll start hurtin’ ya more than it hurts them. best t’keep goin’.”

UF Papyrus/Fell: Who in the hell can think about confessing emotions when you’re upset and crying?!? Not Fell, that’s for sure. He’s even worse than Red when it comes to comfort, as he’s a suck-it-up kind of guy. However, he does know that people appreciate it if he lets them speak instead of him trying to talk over them when they are having an emotional breakdown. He’s quick to read some things about giving other people comfort on his phone, then does his best to implement them with you, albeit very stiffly and awkwardly. While he’s trying his best, you do start to feel a little better, because it’s comical to see him so out of his element and fumbling. When you’re all finished speaking, he goes into a complete tirade on how horrid your ex was and how they deserve to go die in a hole for leaving you so abruptly. Fell doesn’t beat around the bush with people he cares about, and so he tells you straight up how he feels about your ex while carefully omitting what he thinks of you. It’s surprisingly helpful to hear a blatant and blunt explanation of what your ex did wrong, and you feel better by the time you leave. Fell hasn’t given up on winning you over though, so he’ll start to bring out the best he has to offer in order to show up your ex.

“WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, THEY ARE WORTHLESS TRASH AT YOUR FEET AND YOU SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM ANY LONGER! HOW DARE THEY TREAT THEIR DATEMATE IN SUCH A MANNER, AND YOU SHOULD CUT EVERYTHING OFF FROM THEM!”

#undertale imagines #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #undertale headcanons #undertale #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underfell #poptartasks #tarts answers

[pacifistofpatience]

Idk if this has been done because I cannot access your masterlist at the time, but Uf and Ht skelebros with an integrity soul SO

((How about I do you oneeven better and go only slightly wild))

High regard - Sans, Black, Jupiter, Boss

It’s a nicetrait to have, at the very least! - Papyrus, Sky, Rus, Pappy, Mars

Eh- Red

No one really… has any negativefeelings towards integrity. It’s a good trait to have and all that (and, also,It would have been a huge struggle for me because it’s such a thin line) In theend though, what really separated the two sides is the ability to take action! Astrong moral compass is something that’s great to have, but in the end its whatyou do with it that really makes you who you are!

Boss… Its not that he had a very strong moral compassin the underground, but he did have rules he created for himself and, boy, didhe stick to them! So, seeing someone else holding to their own morals ignitessomething inside of him! He adores his S/Os soul, and actively tries to helpthem keep to their moral code no matter the situation! Sure! Corruption isalways a possibility! But like hell that’s going to happen when Boss isaround!!

In the underground Redknew having integrity just meant making up stupid rules that could get you dustedif you decided to weigh yourself down by them (Besides, no one in the Undergroundhad any integrity (Well, that he was aware of) anyway, so why the hell should he have?) Now a days he’s a little nicer about it, but sees it as another thing that weighs one down, andprobably is a little worried that if his S/O does stick to it, it’ll just endbadly for them in the long run.

Jupiter, ever the sweetheart, is easy going with any soultrait. But, like Justice, he holds integrity high up there! Of course, sometimes hetends to get a little.. jealous of it? Because he just thinks about the possibilitythat… if he had a little more integrity in his soul… if he held out for just alittle longer… then maybe… he never would have resorted to…--(But the past is inthe past! And he’s back to a strictly pacifist moral code now!) 

Mars appreciates integrity, and will do his bestto help any S/O stick to their moral code, but he very much follows the belief that,without any action words are meaningless. Most likely he will encourage his S/Oto join him on volunteer work that matches up with their moral values! Becausehe knows how good it feels to help others and surely an integrity soul reaps somebenefits from going out and actually helping!  (He hates to admit it but… he knows what the opposingforce of integrity is… and he knows it hard for a soul such as that to fall solow… but its… scary… to think about) 

#Undertale #Underfell #Underswap #Swapfell #Horrortale #UF!Sans #UF!Papyrus #HT!Sans #HT!Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #US!Sans #US!papyrus #SF!Sans #SF!Papyrsu #Anonymous

[overlycaffeinatedwarmage]

So four of us were at MegaCon last weekend and we had a chance to talk KC’s ear off.  We also had a chance to listen to her a bit.  I, of course, took notes.  Here’s what I got.  Please feel free to ask questions about anything I have.  I will flesh out what I can!

Panel notes:

None of her characters are based on real people that she knows. Too much bad shit happens to them. An element of her work that she’s proud of: she uses her history degree with her writing. Favorite mythologies to write are about gods (didn’t mention one particular cultural pantheon). Lots of cross over with various mythologies throughout the world. Makes sense since people travel and talk. Many of the giddy traits cross over, some of the gods are identical across cultures too.

Mythology has everything that Urban Fantasy has in it, romance, heroes, monsters, etc. Really UF is a retelling of the old stories in a modern way. We even have similar stories across stories, just like they did. God in a jar mythology is a common theme (Artemis is in a jar right now dajuan note).

World building: Write what you need for first book, world building wise, never enough pages for world building per book. Don't do all at once. Too much, leave some for future books. Your editor will always tell you to cut it down anyway. You need to know the world and back story even if audience doesn't yet. Audience will know if you contradict something and they will tell you. But don’t box yourself in, don’t let others write your rules, break them if you need to.

Writing is a you learn as you go craft. When you read your old stuff, think to yourself "look how far I’ve come!" rather than cringe at it. You aren't perfect. Enjoy what you are now and learn from it and grow from it. Work on the story, that’s what people care about more than the grammar and perfect characters, those are important but secondary to the story itself.

She knows the major beats of story now, but not all the details yet. Mystery authors are her favorites (Agatha Christie was mentioned several times). Liked mischievous gods, assholes, they more fun. If they are good, watch out! (Daj note, I got big HINT vibes here! Artemis isn't as altruistic as she seems maybe?? Personally, I've been wondering about her for a while. There is definitely more going on with her.)

Stay in genre but make it new, fresh spin: take new things, Pythia, new abilities. Hard to make vampire different, same with witch. Pick new creature to explore. Go back to original myths Bonicon: ox type thing, napalm from butt (need to look up name, I am 100% sure I either misheard or misspelled it). Must do some digging to find new stuff.

Add some realism, how do the characters get money? Stuff like that (ie early Cassie and Billy cheating casinos) Mystery, how keep threat level up? Kill someone else! World expansion: story or character come first? It depends All characters must have an arc. Even supporting characters, must change or not believable. Five characters in a scene, all should have a distinct voice. A friend should be able to tell which character said a line a dialogue Character best friend? Rosier, she would hang out with him (we cheered, loudly).

Personal discussion:

Mircea always a rogue. No one should be surprised by his shit in RtS. It was telegraphed all the way back in TtD.

Cassie is an extrovert who had to learn to be introvert by upbringing. She is learning to let people in now.

Cassie has a woman’s strength, is girly and ok with it. Meant to be a character many women could relate to.

Dory by herself would be boring(?) Dorina is what makes her unique or interesting. She would be more cookie cutter character without Dorina.

KC doesn’t want to write cookie cutter characters or stories.

There are so many characters out there for all types of men (strong, weak, nerdy, whatever) but not all types of women. Cassie is an “everywoman" character that every woman could see an aspect of themselves in. Because think about it, if shit were to hit the fan what would you do? Go out guns blazing or hide behind the sofa? Probably hide behind the sofa.

There was a lot of Tolkien talk about the three whole female characters in those books. I’m a little foggy here because Tolkien is not my thing, (I had to ask who everyone was to be sure I understood, yes I was a little embarrassed). One character was the prize for the king, one was a warrior woman or essentially a “man with boobs," and one was actually a woman with her own agency. There have to be more roles for women in fantasy than this. We deserve better. There is nothing wrong with the warrior woman, but that’s not all woman and many can't see themselves like that. (Daj note I can't see myself in the warrior women and I'm stronger than the average woman. Strength, power is not my strength.  I’m excited to see a wider variety of role models for young women.)

There are at least 3 more books after BtT. Big stuff is coming! No, we didn’t ask what!

KC does not write romances! This has been said before but needs to be reiterated. She writes about people and people have romance, sex, friends, enemies, etc so of course there would be elements of that in the books. Otherwise the characters would not be believable. She does write damn good stories and characters though. All of her characters have arcs, they change because real people change. The bigger the character the bigger the arc. Smaller or side characters have arcs too, though, they just have smaller ones.

There are some obvious hints in books as to what is coming that we are all missing. (No, we didn’t ask what they were. We did our best not to blatantly ask for spoilers. There were things that we would say that she'd just smile at, but I'm not saying what. I'm doing *my* damnedest not to spoil people as well.) People will sometimes pick up the smallest of hints she thinks they will miss though.

Yes, Mircea has a foot fetish. Why not? It's mild as fetishes go really. (We had a good giggle about that.) Again, it's a thing that makes him real. Rian chose Casanova for a reason and it's a BIG reason. If you catch my drift ;) (More giggles and an embarrassing amount of discussion was spent here.)

Rosier speech "fake it, everyone else is too" has gotten her through a lot (daj note, me too. It’s my favorite speech in the series, I give and get it often.)

Again, any errors are mine. I do not speak for Karen Chance so do not hold her to anything that I have written here. Most of this is cobbled together from notes and exhausted, overexcited memory.  She is free to correct me on any errors that I have made, and I sincerely apologize for making them and potentially speaking out of turn. She was an absolute blast to chat with and I am honored to have been given the opportunity to spend a few hours with her this weekend. I will forever claim that she is one of the kindest authors and people that I have met. I know a lot of wicked cool people, so I don't give that praise lightly. Let me know if you have any questions. I’ll will try to answer what I can. If my roomies have anything to add, please feel free! @emberfaye @pritkinspalemoons @annalane

#cassie palmer #karen chance #dorina basarab #cassandra palmer series

[marshmarrowsans]

Summer Skeleton Snuggle and Surf!

Whoop whoop it’s past midnight here and you know what that means!!! Hey @miss-me-chispy, it’s your summer secret santa!  You requested self-insert cuddling with UF Papyrus and after writing all 30 monstersummermash prompts I was in a really summery mood, so I decided they’d be cuddling on the beach.  Then I was really enjoying writing the story, and the surfing thing came to mind, and I thought it’d be super cute, so I just added it in.  Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!  I tried to make it really cute and fluffy! -Mod Kasha

Typically, there are two types of people when it comes to visiting the beach: people who go in the water, and people who don’t.  Before this trip to California, you would’ve made an educated guess that Edge would be the former and Red would be the latter. That assumption was flipped on its head when you actually got there: maybe it was because Edge had you to cuddle with and Red had a human surfing instructor to go make goo goo eyes at.  Maybe it was because Red gave little enough of a shit to put on swim trunks, whereas your boyfriend was still dressed like he walked straight out of a Hot Topic buy four get three free sale.  But whatever the reason, it ended up that Edge stayed on the sand with his arms around you, and Red went splashing around in the shallows with a rental surfboard.  You were sitting together on a beach towel in the shade, with him behind you, and you practically in his lap.  He was hugging you from behind and, of course, still tall enough to see over your head. “He’s going to hurt himself,” you mused, holding on to one of the strong, boney arms Edge had wrapped around your waist. “Should we go save him?” “FROM WHAT?  DROWNING?” Ah.  It was easy to forget little things like the fact that skeleton monsters did not have the physiological need to breathe. “No.  From embarrassment.” Edge wrapped his arms around you a little tighter, and you felt him nuzzle his nasal cavity against the top of your head. “I’M HAPPY HERE IN THE SUN WITH YOU.” It wasn’t often you got to hear him say that he was happy, however tangentially and despite the fact that he said it around you more than he did around anyone else. “HOWEVER…  IF YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO PLAY IN THE WATER.  AND TAKE ME WITH YOU, SINCE I AM YOUR DATEMATE AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER WITH MY COMPANY.  THEN ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ASK!” You tilted your head back to look him in the eyes.  “But you didn’t bring swim trunks.” “THIS CLOTHING WILL SUFFICE.  IT IS BUILT TO WITHSTAND ALL SORTS OF PERILS!” he told you proudly, even though you knew full well that it had plenty of normal wear-and-tear.  “I DON’T THINK THAT WATER IS ITS LIMIT.” “What about sand?  I’m warning you.  No matter what you’re wearing, no matter how secure you think your pants are, if you let the waves out there batter you around enough, you will get sand right up in your asscrack.” “I DON’T HAVE ONE.” “You will get sand right up in your pelvis.” “THAT’S ALRIGHT.  IT’S ALREADY THERE.”  He shifted uncomfortably and pulled a strange expression, earning a laugh from you.  “I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN UP AND TRIED TO SHAKE IT OUT BUT I DIDN’T WANT TO LET GO OF YOU. AND BESIDES.  THAT IS NOT A FLATTERING THING TO DO IN FRONT OF YOUR GIRLFRIEND.” “Oh, I don’t care.”  You gave him a little nudge on his arm with the back of your hand.  “I think we’re deep enough in love to be past the point of trying to act perfect around each other all the time.  Don’t you?” Oh, the L-word always hit him right in the soul.  No matter how often it was spoken between you at this point, no matter how normal it was for the two of you to say it in reference to each other nowadays, it still always made him falter and realize all over again how…  happy he was.  He turned his face away from you a little, but not before you could catch his sharp teeth stretching into a bigger, more genuine smile, and the light blush flooding to his cheeks. “BUT WE ARE PERFECT.  I WOULD ACCEPT NO LESS, EITHER FOR MYSELF OR FOR YOU!” His meaning was clear—he didn’t mean ‘perfect’ in a pure sense, but ‘perfect’ in that you were perfect for each other and to each other.  He recognized your imperfections, and maybe even his own, but they were a part of the two of you and your love for each other, so it was a part of something that was overall, in his eyes, perfect. “…  IN ANY CASE.  DID YOU WANT TO GO OUT AND PLAY IN THE WATER?” You quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Well, did you?”  You’d gotten pretty good at reading between the lines, given how often Edge was a tsundere about everything down to what he wanted to have for dinner.  And one of his favorite tactics was acting like you were the one who wanted something, in order to justify asking for it.  He especially liked to do that when it was something he was afraid or otherwise unwilling to try alone. Maybe he wanted to try surfing with you. Red disappeared under the water with a splash so dramatic you both turned to look, and had to be pulled up by the arm by the surfing instructor.  You felt each warm puff of breath as Edge chuckled against the side of your head. “MAYBE WE SHOULD AT LEAST SHOW MY BROTHER HOW IT’S DONE.” “We’re beginners, too.  That’ll probably be us in a few minutes.” “NO WAY.  WE WILL CONQUER THIS OCEAN LIKE ANY FOE!” All you could imagine was him trying to fight the water lapping at the shore. “DON’T LAUGH AT ME, CHISPY, MY DEAR.  WE CAN CONQUER ANYTHING TOGETHER!”  In one swift move, he both got to his feet and lifted you to your feet along with him.  He lifted you from under your arms, briefly leaving your feet dangling over the ground, before he set you back down steady on your own two feet.  “THAT IS WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” No matter how long it took him to recover from hearing that you loved him, he always remembered to tell you that he loved you back. The two of you jogged hand-in-hand out to the water’s edge, where the surfing instructor was just taking Red’s surfboard back from him.  You just caught the tail end of their conversation. “You’ll get the hang of it if you keep trying.” She was using her customer service voice.  “Like I said, you can come back for lessons during the week all summer.  We’ve got some great instructors here for that. Twenty dollars a session.” “oof.  thanks for the sales pitch, doll.  i’m gonna go drink until i forget how much my ass hurts.” “AHEM!” Edge stepped forward. “BROTHER!  ALLOW CHISPY AND ME TO SHOW YOU HOW IT IS DONE!  PLEASE.  SIT ON THE SAND AND OBSERVE.” The surfing instructor turned her attention to you, seeming to realize that you wanted a turn.  “Oh, have you two been surfing before?  We’re doing free surfboard rentals and basics but, like, if you’ve surfed a lot before, you can totally just use one of our surfboards for awhile without me giving you the rundown.”  She was probably a local.  She sounded like a Cali girl if you’d ever heard one. “NO!  BUT WE WILL SHOW HIM HOW TO BE GOOD BEGINNERS AT IT!” Edge asserted confidently. “whatever ya say, boss.” Well, the pressure was on now.  Red was sitting in the sand a few feet away with a grin that was just challenging you to fulfill Edge’s promise of an outstanding performance.  You would try your best, but you were already anticipating screwing up hilariously. At least the three of you could all laugh about it if that happened. “Alriiight, so the first thing we’re gonna do here is figure out if you surf regular foot or goofy foot.” “I AM NOT GOOFY AND NEITHER ARE MY FEET!” Edge interjected.  “REGULAR!” “Let her explain, sweetie,” you reminded him with a gentle touch on his arm. “…  Right, so, regular foot means you feel more comfortable riding the board with your left foot forward.  Like this.” She demonstrated, holding out her arms as if for balance even as the surfboard she was using was planted firmly on the sand for the demonstration.  “And goofy foot means you feel more comfortable with your right foot forward, instead.  Like this.” She switched feet, holding the same position for a moment before dropping her arms to her sides.  “That’s all.  Go ahead and try it on your boards.  See what feels more natural for you.  That’ll be the stance you use from now on.” You were glad to start out with some nice and easy setup.  You didn’t feel quite ready to go out on the water yet.  You tried each stance, a few times, before deciding that the ‘regular’ stance felt right to you. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, took a lot longer.  He furrowed his brow, staring down at his feet as he switched back and forth between the positions.  You were sure that if he was actually undecided about which felt more natural, he would’ve just picked regular.  So that must mean… You cracked a big smile.  “…  You’re a goofy-foot, aren’t you, honey?” “I AM NOT!” “Are too.” “WELL!  I PREFER TO STAND THIS WAY!  BUT IT’S CERTIANLY NOT GOOFY!”  He turned to the instructor.  “THIS STANCE! IT NEEDS A NEW NAME!  WHAT ABOUT…  COOL FOOT?” “…  Okay. Well, whichever foot you have in front right now, that’s the foot you’re gonna use when you pop up on the board out in the water.  Popping up is what we’re gonna practice next, mkay?  And it’s probably going to be what takes the most getting used to.  It can take some practice to hold your balance right. So what you’re gonna do, is you’re gonna lie on your stomach on your surfboard and paddle out.  Paddle for awhile.  Paddle around ‘till you find a good place to try and catch a wave.” Again, she demonstrated for you, mimicking swimming movements above the sand.  “And when you think you see a good wave to catch, you’re gonna put your hands on the board like you’re doing a push-up.  Legs stretched out behind you.  And then, real fast and smooth, push yourself up and plant your feet in the proper position.  Front foot facing forward, back foot pointing to the side. Don’t end up on your knees on the board, you’ll probably fall over.  Let’s practice popping up on land!” It felt silly and kind of embarrassing to do that, with all the strangers around, not to mention Red staring teasingly at the two of you.  But it was certainly something that took a bit of practice.  You kept finding your feet planted just slightly wrong, or it took you a bit longer than you would’ve liked to get to your feet from your position lying prone on your stomach.  Still, you were better off than Edge.  He might’ve been a bit too tall for the rental surfboard, despite being given the longest one they had in stock.  He ended up, quite a few times, with one of his feet or the other on the sand instead of on the board. But eventually, you both felt like you got the hang of it.  It helped him to look to you for a better (and prettier!) example. “Looking pretty good, guys!”  The instructor clapped her hands together, particles of sand flying out like dust in the air.  “Are we all ready to go out on the water?” Edge looked to you.  Was he… nervous about this?  You couldn’t blame him if he was.  He’d only popped up correctly a couple of times, and it had been inconsistent. “…  WE’RE GOING TOGETHER, RIGHT?” “Well, we can’t all ride the same wave, but we’ll all paddle out together, I’ll go first, and then you two can try and follow me, okay?” “…  VERY WELL.  STAY CLOSE, CHISPY.” God, he made it sound like some kind of suicide mission. The three of you paddled out into the water together, the surfing instructor taking the lead.  You weren’t far behind her, but Edge started to lag behind the two of you—his skeletal hands weren’t as good at paddling through the water as your fleshy ones were—so you slowed down to match his speed. The instructor had to shout back at the two of you for you to hear her over the distance and the roaring of the waves. “We’ve got a good one coming in! Now watch me!” A sizeable wave approached, and she demonstrated the proper technique with the practiced grace of somebody who had likely been doing it since childhood.  She hopped off her surfboard on the beach and stood proudly there to watch you, surfboard pulled upright at her side and tucked under her arm.  Red looked impressed. One or the both of you were so going to fall on your face trying to replicate that. And you decided that if one of you was going to have to fall on your face first, it would be you. “I’ll take the next one,” you volunteered bravely.  You ran through it all in your head—push-up position, pop up, left foot forward, knees off the board… “YES!  SO BRAVE!  GO FOR IT! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” Damn.  This next big wave coming in looked even more daunting than the first, but maybe that was because you were looking at it with the knowledge that you were going to try to surf on it. You had that last-minute second of doubt, just as the wave was upon you, like you suddenly didn’t know what the hell you were doing.  You pushed up, felt yourself wobble, and were sure you were going to tip right over… but you remembered your footing, steadied yourself, and the next thing you knew, you were gliding through the water on your surfboard! Honestly, you felt like a baby deer taking its first few steps in the world, knees locked in place, terrified you were still going to fall.  But all three of your onlookers were cheering you on with utmost enthusiasm, all the way until you made it to the shore and stumbled on to the sand. “Beautiful form!  Great work!” the instructor praised you.  “Now let’s see how your…  Boyfriend…?” “Boyfriend,” you confirmed breathlessly. Looking out at the water, you couldn’t miss him.  He stuck out like a sore thumb in the best way possible. “Let’s see how your boyfriend does.” Looking at him now, you could already kind of tell things weren’t going to go great.  He kept paddling out to catch a wave, then changing his mind and just letting the water rush past him.  He even started to get into a push-up position, then changed his mind and flopped back down on to his stomach instead of surfing the wave. He needed encouragement, just like he gave you. “You can do it, babe!” you called out to him, hands cupped around your mouth in hope it would help carry your voice to him. “I believe in you!” “I KNOW!  JUST WATCH!” That gave him just the confidence boost he needed.  Maybe too much of a confidence boost.  He decided to try and ride the first wave he saw. And he tried to get to his feet very quickly. And one of his feet stepped right off the side of the board, sending him splashing clumsily into the water. Red burst out laughing like it was the funniest damn thing he’d ever seen.  You caught the surfing instructor covering her mouth and letting out a little peal of giggles, too. You were the one who splashed out into the water to go check on him.  He was a tough guy, and you had no doubt he’d turn up alright.  You were mostly just going out there to take care of his hurt ego, not anticipating any sort of physical injury. Of course, skeletons sank like a rock, too. So you waded out waist-deep in the water and still didn’t see him, even as the wave that tipped him washed over you. You didn’t see him.  But the water threw him straight into you and sent both of you tumbling back up on to the beach.  When the water receded again, it left the two of you there, you on your back and him clinging to you with his arms around your waist. Slowly, with water still leaking out of several different crevices in his skull, he looked up at you. “…  CLEARLY I DID THAT ON PURPOSE.” “Clearly~” you teased him. “I DID!  THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED.  I…  WANTED TO SEE YOU GET YOUR HAIR WET!”  His expression softened for a moment, as did his voice.  “…  YOU LOOK LIKE A MERMAID WITH YOUR HAIR WET.”  He tucked some of it behind your ear. It really hadn’t been necessary to tell the instructor he was your boyfriend.  She could tell right now. Speaking of which, you didn’t want to get too heavy on the PDA.  So you gave Edge a kiss of acknowledgement, then helped him to his feet. “Don’t worry about it.  Most people wipe out on their first try,” the instructor reassured him with an easy-going laugh.  “You can keep trying.  Orrr come to one of our lessons during the week.” That sounded like fun.  You felt like you could improve—like maybe you just got lucky on your first try.  You would’ve been happy to sign up on the spot. It was too bad your flight back home was on Sunday. *          *          * “You’re extending the trip?” You stood behind Edge, watching him curiously as he revised the calendar he’d brought along.  The arrow marked ‘VACATION’ that had initially ended on Sunday was now hastily extended to the following Friday. “YES.  ONLY FOR A FEW DAYS, THOUGH.  I DON’T WANT SANS GETTING TOO COMFORTABLE.  HE MIGHT NEVER LEAVE.” You could guess what this was about.  The beach trip was still fresh in your mind, and apparently, it was still fresh in his mind, too.  You wrapped your arms around him from behind. “…  Did you want to go back and try those surfing lessons?” you asked gently. “…  IT MAY BE…  FUN…  TO ACTUALLY SURF PROPERLY LIKE I KNOW I CAN.” “I’ll go with you.” “GOOD.  I ALREADY SIGNED US UP.  JUST THE TWO OF US.”  He turned around and hugged you back. It never got any less sweet, seeing how far Edge would go just to try and look cool in front of you and impress you. You could never quite find the words to tell him that you loved him just as much even when he wasn’t trying.

#miss-me-chispy #undertailsecretsanta #self-insert #underfell #underfell papyrus #o o f to be exact its like 2 am so im going to bed now

[thekaijudude]

Some unsolved mysteries from R/B

Upon further discussion with a couple of buddies, it came to my attention that there were so many subplots as I mentioned some time back that were never explored due to a possible cropping of the series. A few of them was very major which were:

1. When the original Rosso and Blu 'died', why did they disperse into R/B Crystals?

This is essentially the exploration of the origins of the R/B crystals which never came to be

Which was really interesting as how did even ultraman crystals came out of them?

I mean all we know is we saw Saki being able to use her Gyro to make a King Joe crystal (Cyber Doll style) for the kaiju crystals

Which meant that Saki's bros had a SHIT TON of crystals at their disposal and yet they still lost to a weaker form of Reugosite like how can you fuck that up.

ALSO, if we go by the kaiju crystal formation, are Ultra crystals also formed the same way by defeating them? D:

ARE ROSSO AND BLU ACTUALLY VILLAINS?!?!?!

Pretty sure it's just directors not reading their script properly after writing them once again but then we get hilarious shit like this that actually makes sense by using their own inconsistent logic.

2. Is the original/real Rosso and Blu actually independent of their hosts?

Or are actually Saki's brothers that died but actually are just 'devolved' into an ultra entity that can only be summoned but is still nonetheless an entirely separate being from.their hosts?

Now this was rather thought-provoking as it'll definitely be more of a twist indeed as well as it'll shed some light on the Ultras from Orb's light as well.

Which means that the initial person whom is granted the form by the light would be the same entity as the ultra itself. But when the host/ultra dies, the ultra form will 'devolve' into an aforementioned state.

3. Why did Rosso and Blu chose katsumi and isami in the first place?

I mean when they were trapped in the dimension with Mio, it wasn't ever really explained why out of all the possible timelines, they chose them instead.

4. The origins of Rosso, Blu and Saki

They don't throw in Orb references every where for the first half of the series and a big fat '0-50' for no reason.

Have a strong feeling that this will be answered soon tho.

5. Why wasn't Saki able to transform into an Ultra?

I mean from Orb, we saw that JJ wasn't as well but he didn't get anything at all.

But apparently Saki got her own Gyro anyways but not an Ultra form? What?

6. How does the Ultimate Crystal actually came to be?

I mean all we got as an explanation was something along the lines of 'a possibility to link the wishes of different people together' vague explanation.

This is more or less REM saying 'it is time' when Geed got his Geed Claw like what in the actual fuck are u even on about?

But anyways, I mean yeah sure, 'linking wishes UF logic bullshit' and 'Duo fusion', but so why did the sequence ALSO show the Ultimate Crystal also being formed from the fusion of the 6 elements?

And considering that it's the ULTIMATE crystal, I could even go further to say why ONLY 6?!?! I mean we clearly saw that there are so many other elements so why only those 6 specific elements? (That's why I said the theme of 'elements' is fucking heavy and easy to fuck up which TsuPro definitely did ggwp)

Without any some sort of explanation, it essentially just became a clusterfuck device of plot convenience.

7. How did Orb Dark has access to the other attacks of Orb's other forms?

I mean this was probably a Greeza level broken mistake that TsuPro made (I shared why before in how OP Orb Dark actually would be if he wasn't nerfed) that they realised halfway and just decided to forcefully and suddenly take him out and replace him

8. Why did the Orb Ring NEO approached Asahi?

Rmb that episode where Orb Dark got absolutely rekt by awakened Horoborus?

Now this is a subplot that would be probably been a link to Orb Origin cause it implies that the Ring perhaps really did had a sort of consciousness or Asahi being the physical human manifestation of the Makoto Crystal had something to do with it.

But it was never explained why at all, perhaps TsuPro forgot about this point.

9. Why wasn't there any (or at all) public commotion about Rosso and Blu vs Orb Dark?

I mean early on in the series, the public has sort of identified Orb Dark as being a superhero as well, so wouldn't the fight cause some sort of mass confusion and hysteria?

I think this is also one of the wonky issues with R/B as the story really doesn't show anything else outside the MAIN PLOT for like 80% of the later part so it feels like anything else other than the main plot doesn't even somehow contribute to said main plot when it should have (that's the general feeling I got once I noticed R/B went south very early on)

10. Why does Katsumi and Isami shout out 'Colour me with your power, R/B'

(LMAO this was probably the very FIRST wonky issue I noticed with R/B)

I mean, it was even the first time that those two transformed, how did they even know or even think to say anything about 'Ruebe'?

11. Why did Saki even pass Asahi the Ultraman and Belial crystal?

I mean, like, I can't even pretend to know why.

Is Saki actually Kei's counterpart in this universe since she's this retarded?

12. Why did (whomever it was) passed the Seven, Zero and X crystal specifically to Katsumi's coach's ancestors?

Do rosso and blu and/or Saki have the ability to peer into the future too or what is going on here?

Well the above were the ones that really stuck out to me, feel free to send me anymore that I should also take notice about, it's really intriguing to see plotholes like that.

#ultraman #ultraman r/b #ultraman rb

[mona-rei-is-not-okay]

Heya. I'm the sibling asker ! H/s = honorary sibling. Hope you're doing fine

i love deep friendship gimme gimme

and there are NO MAYBES YOU WILL HAVE THE BONUS BOY ALWAYS especially with cute asks like these omg i love

i don’t know too much about MT!Paps though, so i’m sorry if my interpretation is a lil wonky. also h/s is teen, sorry if it isn’t apparent

UF!Sans: He’s really concerned about your low mood spell, but isn’t really sure what to do about it. As much as he relates to your apparent anxieties, he doesn’t know what to do to make you feel better. He’s not usually good at comforting words. What he will do is check in a lot. Make sure you’re generally doin okay and have everything you need. Again, if you need to vent, he’ll listen.

But he really doesn’t get why the cuddles make such a difference. Sure, he’s become a bit of a cuddlebug himself, but the way you completely relax like that? Unnatural. Especially since it’s the only thing that seems to be cheering you up. But then again, who is he to question what works? He won’t exactly cling to you from then on, but he’ll start following you around the house a bit more, snagging every cuddle opportunity. It’s still a little weird, but it’s a lot better than seeing his kid sibling all skittish. Eventually though, curiosity gets the better of him, and he just has to ask.

And your answer?

Congratulations, you have floored your big bro. Beet red in the face. Absolutely no composure. What did he do to deserve your trust?? Why are you so sweet?? Aaaaaah?!? He pets your head and tries not to let you hear his wheezing, but it’s obvious, he’s really moved and has no idea how to deal with it.

“h-heh… watch where yer aimin’ that sweetness, kiddo… i’m gettin’ a toothache… jeez…”

Anyway, was he tailing you before? Welp, now he’s become your guard dog. It doesn’t matter where you’re going, he’s comin’ with you.He’ll always be by your side, gently holding your arm and keeping his head on a swivel for shifty characters. If you ever need to navigate a crowd or a tight space, he’ll usher you behind him and get you to grab the fluff of his hood while he leads the way. He can’t exactly follow you to school, but he’ll shortcut to walk you between classes if you let him. Your teachers hate him. He’ll stop following you everywhere if you fend him off with a stick, but until your mood improves… well, he’s your personal escort now, deal with it

UF!Papyrus: He’s always wanted a little sibling. He loves helping people, and shows love through physical care.He’s a bit of a mother hen. It’s part of why he took in his cat, Doomfanger. To him, you are an absolute blessing.

So he’s already got some huge maternal instincts, but your mood has got him sent into overdrive. He’ll always be asking you if you need anything, fixing you comfort snacks, asking if you need help with homework, doing a chore or cleaning a room so you don’t have to. It might feel naggy or get a little overwhelming, and he’ll dial it back if you tell him to, but his first instinct will always be to take care of possible stress sources directly. It helps him feel better, too.

So when you settle down to cuddle and just… completely deflate, he asks about it immediately. He must know. He must help.

And when you answer…

His face is deep maroon. If anybody else had said that, he would have dismissed it. But coming from you? Wowie. He feels like he’s succeeded as a caretaker. He’s about ready to squeal with joy, but he contains himself. Smiling from ear to nonexistent ear, he loops an arm behind you and pulls you closer. He tries to mask his joy with a confident air, but the grin betrays him.

“WELL! THAT’S… PERFECTLY NATURAL!! AS THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS HAS TAKEN YOU UNDER HIS PROTECTION!!!”

From then on, every time he starts an activity or chore, you’re invited. Help him put away groceries! Help him do laundry! Help him cook! Also, if you accompany him on errands, hand-holding is required.

“I HAVE TO KEEP TRACK OF YOU SOMEHOW! STOP GIGGLING!”

He just wants to make sure you feel safe. Even if it means walking you to and from school, fixing you lunches with positive sticky notes in the bag, and taking you with him everywhere he goes. It’s not cute!

MT!Sans: He’s not around as much as either of you would like, but he knows you’re feeling down. He remembers seeing his brother with such a similar look on his face. Young fool that Sans was, he started taking him with on small jobs to keep him company. And now Pappy deals in some of the same dirty business he does. He’s promised himself not to make the same mistake with you.

He does his best to help you take it in stride while he’s around, but he knows there’s only so much he can do. He feels a twinge of guilt every time he has to leave you in that state. He knows it probably doesn’t have much to do with him, but he feels responsible. Maybe if he were around more, or even just in a safer profession, you wouldn’t seem so worried all the time.

Cuddles are solace for both of you. He gets to relax and feel like he’s doing something, and you don’t seem half as rigid. Smiles all around! He already sort of knows why you relax so easily in his arms, or thinks he does, but he feels he should still make sure.

And…

Well, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but he can’t keep his grin from widening a touch. You’re the light of his life, you know that? Honestly, what did he do to deserve you? But the guilt sets back in. No wonder you’ve been feeling down… he’s been particularly busy lately, and he really should make more time for you. And if you didn’t normally feel safe, whose fault is that? Well… nobody feels safe in this part of town.

“well…” He’ll plant a small kiss on the top of your head. “take it easy, kiddo. i promise, someday, we’ll all get the hell outta here.”

He’ll get somebody to watch the house while he’s gone. He knows he can’t be there all the time, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t know you aren’t safe. He’ll call you more often to check in, too. Also… he’ll start putting a little extra away, start saving for a little vacation. Maybe some time out of town will do all of you some good. You’re family, and he’ll take care of you no matter the risk or cost.

MT!Papyrus: He’s around more than Sans is, thankfully. He sticks around to fix you meals and offer cuddles and make sure the house is safe. It’s given him plenty of time to notice one of his favorite siblings’ low mood.

He does his best to help out in indirect ways, checking the house for wires and cameras and sweeping the perimeter every so often. He knows this helps with his brother sometimes, when he gets paranoid. But he isn’t sure that’s your problem. He feels a little lost, but is upbeat as ever. He has to set a good example after all.

He most likely won’t ask about the cuddles for a while. He’s more concerned with what more he can do to make you comfortable, and if this works, it works. Besides- openly nosy folk are seldom rewarded in his line of business. Eventually though, he’ll push back the instinct. He trusts you, and this could make a lot of difference in helping you cheer up.

And when you tell him…

He’s beaming at you with such genuine joy, he looks like he might just start crying. Just… wowie! He doesn’t really understand why you’d feel that way, he’s only decent in crisis situations, but the fact that you really trust him that much? Well, it’s not something he gets a lot of. He must be doing something right if you feel this way.

He’ll rest his chin on your head and give you a hearty squeeze. “WELL! I SUPPOSE!! YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO STAY IN THIS HUG!!! FOREVER!!!!”

He won’t move for a while, get used to him, he lives there now. From then on, he’ll start taking every opportunity to come home early and see you. He’ll ask you to cook with him, he’ll ask you to read to him, he’d even try to sneak you with him on jobs if Sans didn’t always seem to stop you. He tries to be around the house more in general, he wants his little sibling to know that he’s always around if you need him.

HT!Sans: He understands your mood all too well. He’s been through plenty of periods of fear and depressive episodes in his day, and he knows how it feels. Sometime he feels like the only way he can perceive the world is either through an all-consuming fog or with painful knife-point precision. But it’s hard for him to think back to what he wanted during more desperate times. Food? Safety? He’s pretty sure you’ve got those covered already. Maybe your head just acts up a little sometimes, like his.

He’ll make sure you have everything you need, regardless. You hungry? Tired? He’ll take care of it, just you relax. If you need to talk, he may not understand or remember everything you say, but he’ll do his best to offer comfort.

It doesn’t quite register how much you relax when you cuddle him, not for a while. He can be a little slow sometimes. He’ll get it eventually though, and he’ll ask about it. This seems important, had he asked before?

And what you tell him…

It almost brings a tear to his eye. He may have a trauma-induced forgetful streak, but he remembers a lot of things. He remembers a lot of nasty, horrible things. He remembers the taste of human flesh. He remembers the strain of keeping his guard up at all times. He remembers watching his brother slip away.

But you? You’ve been his second chance. You gave him the opportunity to make things right with himself. A sibling he didn’t have to fail. He most definitely felt he didn’t deserve you or your trust... after all, he had eaten people like you without a second thought. But you gave your trust just as freely. 

“heh…” He ruffles your hair. “hope that works out for ya.”

He’ll do his best to be available for cuddles (not that he has much to keep him away) and he’ll try to take you with him if he has to go somewhere. He always makes an effort to ask about your day, if anything bad happened, if anything good happened. He doesn’t feel like he can do much, but he’ll do what he can to make things easier on you.

#asks #imagines #undertale #undertale au #underfell #underfell au #mafiatale #mafiatale au #horrortale #horrortale au #underfell sans #uf sans #underfell papyrus #uf papyrus #mafiatale sans #mt sans #mafiatale papyrus #mt papyrus #horrortale sans #ht sans #friendship #siblng #honorary sibling #cute #this wasn't the horrible thing btw #trust me you'll know that when you see it

[enchanted-flowers]

Never Take Advice from your Brother’s Dating Manuel

A gift for @beckyshecky because their Kustard art gives me life. Seriously I get so many feels from their art, and I don’t even ship Kustard that much, I just love it. 

Also, this is my entry for @bonelynomore‘s fanfiction contest! This wasn’t going to be my original fic that I was going to submit, but my original turned out to be a couple...thousand words over the word limit, so I scrapped this up, a week before the deadline. 

Beta read by: @letshexforlove, @sesrins-symphony, @dtk-imagines, @crappyartforyou. Thank you for taking a look guys! 

Word count: 3,463 Rating:T Tags: Fluff Pairing: UT Sans x UF Sans Summary: Red can’t stop staring at the cute skeleton across the cafeteria. Classic can’t stop daydreaming about the bad boy who lived down the street from him. Both believe that neither of them had a chance with the other. It’s going to take some intervention to get these lovesick idiots just to go out on a date.  

“YOU’RE STARING!”

“w-what? no i’m not!” Red’s eyelights flicker to the other skeleton across the cafeteria, who is too absorbed in his homework to notice anything, thankfully, “and keep it down, will ya?”

“WHY?! DO YOU NOT WANT THE ENTIRE WORLD-” Edge raises his voice louder into a shout, but before he could finish, Red leaps over the table, knocking over several trays of food and spilling the chocolate milk in the process. He covers his brother’s annoying mouth and pushes him to the ground, “WHAT THE HELL RED?!”

The students around them glare at the two monsters on the floor, then return to their lunchtime activities, rolling their eyes at the brothers. Red glances at the cute skeleton across the room, and sighs in relief. He is still oblivious.

“keep it down or i’m never gonna pick up that sock on the floor.”

“YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO PICK IT UP ANYWAY!”

Red silently pleads with his eyelights and Edge rolls his eyes, nodding in agreement. The short skeleton climbs off of his brother and helps him up. Together, they pick up the trays and tidy up the mess, then return to their respective seats. The cafeteria drones on in senseless chatter, unaware of what just went down. Heh. Went down. Red props his jaw up with his hand and mindlessly stirs his mushy mashed potatoes.

“Seriously though, you’ve been staring at the kid all semester. Just ask him out already,” Edge says, for the tenth time this week.

“i told you before, it doesn’t work like that,” Red mumbles, still stirring his food.

“What are you talking about? It’s simple! Just go up to him and ask if he wants to see a movie with you!”

Red remains unresponsive, burying himself into his jacket and blushing slightly.

“UGH. MUST I DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU?!” before Red could stop him, Edge stands up and makes his way across the cafeteria towards the other skeleton.

“hey, bro, wait, what are you... fuck stop stop stop!!”

“YOU!” Edge pounds his fist on the table, startling the other monster.

“Yes?” he tilts his head in confusion.

Red is going to die.

“YOU SEE MY BROTHER OVER THERE,” Edge points at Red, who’s blushing wildly and panicking. The other skeleton nods his head, “HE WANTS TO GO THE MOVIES WITH YOU ON FRIDAY. DO YOU ACCEPT?”

The skeleton glanced over at Red causing him to squeak and blush even harder, but he gave a lopsided smile and a small wave. Nice going, Red.

“okay,” the other skeleton blinks, still unsure of what else to say.

“GREAT! HE’LL PICK YOU UP AT YOUR HOUSE AT 7! GOOD DAY!”

The other skeleton’s eye lights train on Red, so he turns around, throws his hood up, and runs out of the cafeteria.

Classic sighs heavily into his quantum physics book, dreaming about wrapping his arms around Red’s thick back on a motorcycle, the feel of leather under his fingertips as the winds fly past his face. He giggles quietly to himself as he imagines Red looking back at him to make sure he’s okay, his red eye lights glistening with his handsome smirk, gold tooth flashing in the sun. Sans’s cheeks heat up in a blue tone as his soul leaps in his chest.

A loud bang pulls him out of his daydream, but he doesn’t bother looking up. Instead, he returns to his fantasy, absorbed in the soul stopping eyes behind the sunglasses.Suddenly, a fist pounds on his table, startling him back to reality, his soul thundering in his chest. He looks up and notices a familiar monster, a tall skeleton with razor sharp teeth and blood-red makeup lined underneath his eyes. Classic recognizes him as Papyrus’s martial arts rival and Red’s younger brother. They’ve never really talked, so he tilts his head, confused as to why he would approach him like this.

“YOU SEE MY BROTHER OVER THERE,” Edge points over at Red, who looks like a deer caught in the headlights, “HE WANTS TO GO TO THE MOVIES WITH YOU ON FRIDAY. DO YOU ACCEPT?”

This was a prank right? There’s no way Edge can be serious. Why would Red want to go on a date with him? He has to say no. He can’t. He has a test he needs to study for, which he’d rather do instead of go on a date with a super hot hunk-

“okay,”  

“GREAT! HE’LL PICK YOU UP FROM YOUR HOUSE AT 7! GOOD DAY!”

Classic glances at Red, still bewildered that he wanted to go on a date with him. The other skeleton scowls, throws his hood up, and exits the cafeteria.

Classic’s heart sinks.

The week flies by without incident. And that was it. Without incident. Classic sees Red in the halls, and since his brother asked him out for him, he figures that he should at least say something. But every time he approached him or waved hello, Red turned in another direction.

Thursday night comes by and Sans trembles with his cellphone in his hand. His finger hovers over the text icon on Red’s profile, the green light indicating that he’s online. Okay. He can do this. It’s just one text. Steadying his breathing, Classic opens up the messenger and types:

Classic: why did the skeleton dance alone at the party? Classic: because he had nobody to go with!

Classic chuckles at his own pun, leans back in his chair, and waits for the reply.

Red’s phone dings and he automatically reaches for it, swiping the screen open and seeing a pop-up notification from Classic. His heart races as his thumb hovers over the chat bubble, the endless and probable possibilities racing through his mind. Did Classic want to cancel the date? Did he never want to go in the first place and just said yes to be polite? Was he going to ask Red to bring candy? Red doesn’t have candy!

Alright, get a hold of yourself Red, you can do this.  

He taps on the chat bubble and reads the message, laughing out loud at Classic’s joke. Red never knew that he had a sense of humor, and knowing that Classic does, warms his soul with fluttering fire as his grin stretches even wider. He taps on the text box to reply, when all of a sudden, Edge bursts into his room, screaming at him to help him with dinner. Red rolls his eyes, tosses his phone onto the bed, and follows his brother to the kitchen. The louder skeleton hands him a wooden spoon and orders him to stir the tomato sauce so it doesn’t burn while he chops up the mushrooms.  

“SO HAVE YOU PICKED OUT A RESTAURANT AND A MOVIE FOR FRIDAY?! HOW MUCH MONEY DO YOU HAVE SAVED UP?! WHAT ABOUT AN OUTFIT?”

“dude what are you talking about?”

“THE DATE! THAT YOU HAVE WITH THAT PAPAYA’S BROTHER! HAVE YOU ALREADY FORGOTTEN? OH DEAR ASGORE PLEASE DON’T TELL  ME YOU FORGOT”

“of course i haven’t forgotten. but dinner? money? outfit? i thought we were just gonna see a movie”

“DON’T BE AN IDIOT, RED! OF COURSE YOU NEED TO TAKE HIM TO DINNER AND WEAR SOMETHING NICE! IT’S A DATE, YOU FOOL! AND SINCE YOU’RE THE ONE THAT ASKED HIM OUT YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR EVERYTHING!”

“technically, you’re the one-”

Edge shoots him a death glare and throws his hands up into the air.

“fine. fine. i’ll scrap up whatever money i have and look for places to eat. i’ll get us tickets to see that sci-fi movie-”  

A sharp CLANK echos through the kitchen as Edge drops his knife in shock and horror.

“NO! ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE THIS THE WORST DATE OF ALL DATES? ACCORDING TO MY DATING MANUAL, YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO TAKE HIM TO SEE A ROMANTIC MOVIE! NOT SOME STUPID FILM ABOUT SPACE AND GUNS!”

“but i don’t like-”

“IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOU LIKE, DO YOU WANT THIS BOY TO LIKE YOU OR NOT?!”

“...i do,”

“THEN JUST DO EVERYTHING I SAY AND NOTHING WILL GO WRONG! NYAHAHA!”

Red sighs and continues stirring the sauce. He might not like what his brother plans, but if it makes Classic happy, he’ll do it.

Classic stares at his phone, anxiously waiting for Red’s reply. The screen shows the “read at” receipt, yet no typing bubbles. Sighing, the skeleton tosses his phone on the ground and flops on his filthy bed, A few seconds later, he sits up again, grabs his phone, and checks for any new messages. Still nothing.

It’s alright. Maybe he’s busy or something, or got caught up in something else. It doesn’t mean that Red is ignoring him or anything like that, despite the obvious signs.

...

Maybe Classic should distract himself. He unzips his backpack, slides into his desk, and voluntarily does homework for the first time in his life.

Friday rolls around and Red is still avoiding Sans. He also hasn’t replied to Classic’s messages. At this point, he’s convinced that this whole thing was just a prank to mess with him, and that he’s only kidding himself in thinking that Red would actually go out with him. He should’ve known better than to get his hopes up. Slamming his locker in frustration and earning dirty glares from the students nearby, he walks off to his next class, definitely not thinking about strangling a certain attractive skeleton monster.

When he gets home, Classic throws off his socks, tosses his bag, discards his shirt and flops onto the couch, stretching his short limbs. He glances over at his phone, and sighs, checking it one last time for any new messages, yet still none. He didn’t know what he was hoping for to be honest. He flips on the tv and dozes off into a nap.

“CLASSIC!”

The short skeleton cracks one eye open, and rubs the sleep out of his eye socket.

“yeah bro?”

“DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?!”

“uhh,” he checks his phone, “6:45?”

“EXACTLY! SO WHY AREN’T YOU EVEN DRESSED YET?!!!!!”

“dressed for what?”

“DON’T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, BROTHER. YOU KNOW EXACTLY FOR WHAT! YOU’VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT RED FOR AGES AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET YOURSELF DRESSED FOR A DATE???”

Classic sinks further into the couch, pulling blanket over him for comfort. He doesn’t meet his brother’s eyes, “that was...that was a mistake. there is no date, it was just a joke all along,”

“WHAT?!” Papaya takes a seat next to his brother and rubs his legs, a habit that he’s been doing to soothe the elder brother since they were kids, “DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?”

“no, nothing happened,” Classic shrugs, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice, “he avoided me all week, and didn’t even respond to my message. don’t worry about it, paps. i think i’m just gonna head to bed early.”

“NO YOU ARE NOT!” the other skeleton’s eye sockets blaze slightly, “I’M SURE THERE’S BEEN A MISUNDERSTANDING, LET ME JUST, I UH, I’M GOING TO  MAKE A PHONE CALL!”

Classic raises a bone brow as his brother leaps into the air, and sprints off into his room, slamming the door behind him. He could hear his brother’s loud voice, but couldn’t make out the words, and a few moments later Papaya exits his bedroom and runs into Classic’s. Alarmed, Classic immediately rushes to his room, finding his brother tossing clothes from his closet.

“bro what are you doing?!

“I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AM BEING A GOOD BROTHER AND HELPING YOU GET DRESSED! YOU DON’T HAVE ANYTHING GOOD IN HERE EXCEPT WHITE SHIRTS AND BLUE JACKETS! A FASHION ABOMINATION!”

Classic sighs, and rubs his temples, “paps, i appreciate it, but i told you. there isn’t going to be a date. there’s no point.”

“AND WHAT IF YOU’RE WRONG? WHAT IF RED KNOCKS ON OUR DOOR IN TEN MINUTES AND YOU’RE NOT DRESSED? ARE YOU GOING TO TELL HIM THAT YOU DOUBTED HIM? HOW DO YOU THINK HE’S GOING TO FEEL?”

Classic doesn’t answer.

“I UNDERSTAND THAT YOU’RE HURT BROTHER, BUT GIVE HIM ONE LAST CHANCE! AND IF YOU’RE RIGHT, YOU CAN CHANGE BACK INTO YOUR UNDERWEAR, AND I’LL PUT ON A MOVIE FOR US TO WATCH TOGETHER TONIGHT INSTEAD!”

“heh...can’t argue with that bro. you’re so smart.”  

“NYEHEHE! OF COURSE I AM! NOW, PUT THIS ON! YOU’RE GOING TO LOOK AMAZING!”

Red tugs on his collar, sweat beating down his skull and staining his white button up shirt. His black slacks make him feel extremely stiff and the tie wrapped around his neck chokes him and it’s hard to breathe, but if Edge says that Classic will like this for whatever reason, then Red will bear through it. Gathering all of his courage, he coughs, then knocks on the door.

Papaya answers a second later, his eyes lighting up with glee.

“BROTHER!!! RED IS HERE!” he turns to Red, “TAKE CARE OF HIM OKAY? AND MAKE SURE THAT HE DOESN’T FALL ASLEEP DURING THE MOVIE!”

“uhh...okay?”

Classic appears at the door a minute later, his hands held behind his back, his gaze lowered, as a blue blush spreads across his face. Red’s eyes widen, his own face heating up, and his soul pounding in his chest. He definitely was not prepared for how cute Classic looks. A faded yellow turtleneck sweater hugs his body with his regular blue jacket wrapped around his waist and he sports a short pink skirt that flares out almost like a tutu.

Red is left speechless like an idiot, mouth agape and floundering for words to say.

“you actually came.”

Red gets knocked back to his senses, and tilts his head in slight confusion, “of course i came, why wouldn’t i?”

Classic’s eye lights flash with something that Red couldn’t recognize, but he brushes it off. Extending his hand, he remembers what Edge told him to say and forces it through his mouth.

“a-are you ready to go, m’lord?” Red extends his elbow out for Classic to wrap around.

The other skeleton visibly cringes and Red mentally hits himself for delivering it so badly, but Classic regains his composure, gives him a nervous smile, and takes his arm. Red leads him to Edge’s car that he borrowed ( “IT’S NOT GENTLEMEN-LIKE TO PICK SOMEONE UP ON A MOTORCYCLE!”) and speeds off to the restaurant that Edge also recommended.  An awkward silence passes between the two of them during the car ride, neither of them saying anything. Classic stares out the window at the passing cars and houses, making it difficult for Red to read his expression, so he decides to try and make small talk.

“so...nice weather we’re having...”

“huh? yeah i guess so. it’s nice and cool.”

“yeah...”

Nothing else was said during the rest of the ride. Red pulls up to a fancy looking diner with water fountains springing from the entrance and a valet parks the car for them. Classic’s eyes widen from the golden grandeur and he starts to back away slowly.

“hey, class, what’s wrong?”

“no, i, i can’t afford this place red, it’s too expensive, can we go somewhere else?”

Edge’s advice echoes in his mind, “WHATEVER HAPPENS, STICK TO THE PLAN!”

“i know it looks expensive, but it’s not that bad! i’ve eaten here many times!” Red lies, “besides, you don’t have to worry, i’ll pay for everything.”

“i don’t know red, i can’t possibly make you pay-”

“hey i got this! i’m the one that asked you out, or technically my brother did it for me, so i’ll take care of it!”

Classic flinches at the tone, his eyelights not meeting Red’s. He keeps his head down, but gives a small nod anyway. The two of them enter and are greeted by a snobbish waiter, who leads them to their seat and dismissively hands them their menus. Red’s eyes widen as he glances over the price and the food options, nearly having a heart attack. He doesn’t know what half of this shit is! And 80g for something called an aiguillette?! He sneaks a glance at Classic, who also seems to be having a tough time deciding. In the end, they both got the cheapest option, something called a “salade cesar” which they both should’ve known was just a salad. Red hates salad, and from the way Classic is picking at his food and forcing himself to eat, he does too.

Fuck fuck, this was not going as great as he thought. Classic looks miserable, and it’s his fault. He did that to him. He eyes Classic’s hand on the table and almost reaches out to touch him, comfort him, but Edge’s voice rings loudly in his head.

“NO TOUCHING TIL THE SECOND DATE!”

Red balls up his fists and asks for the check. They can fill up on popcorn.

The two of them arrived to the movie on time, but when Red tells Classic that he already bought the tickets for the romance movie, he wasn’t sure if he saw disappointment in his expression. He nervously brushes it off, hoping that the movie wasn’t going to be that bad.

Classic seems to relax a bit once the movie starts, much to Red’s relief. All he ever wanted was for him to have a good time, and he knows that he royally screwed it up. The movie begins to play, and already, Red is bored. His mind wanders, and something presses against his arm. He flinches, looking at the source. Classic blinks at the reaction, looking a bit hurt since he just wanted to rest his head, and shifts away from Red. Red mutters an apology, but it isn’t worth much. He spends the rest of the movie beating himself up and keeping his head down.

“red? red!”

Red snorts himself awake, completely alarmed by his unfamiliar surroundings and Classic’s face in front of him.

“wha?”

“the movie ended.”

Red’s mind clears up and he remembers that he’s on a date with his crush...and he fell asleep. on a date. with his crush. God he’s such an idiot.

“oh...”

Red’s face burns with embarrassment and he wordlessly leads Classic back to the car and drives him back home. He leads the other skeleton to the door but before Classic enters, he turns to Red.

“well this was....a date.”

“yeah, yeah it was.”

“i guess i’ll see you on monday then. maybe.”

“yeah. see you then.”

Red turns around and makes his way to Edge’s car, but stops, balling up his fists. No. He’s not going to let the night end like this. He’s not going to let his last chance slip.

“classic, wait!”

The other skeleton stops half way inside, tilting his head in curiousity as Red runs back up to him.

“look, this date was a disaster, i’m not going to lie.”

“ya think?” Classic mumbles under his breath.

“the thing is, i really like you, and i screwed up. i took my brother’s advice on everything, and now i see i shouldn’t have-”

“why did you ignore me all week?” Classic interrupts, his eyelights flashing with anger.

“i...i was just too nervous to talk to you. i have the biggest crush on you and when you said you’d go out with me tonight, i didn’t know how to react,” Red plays with the hem of his shirt, “so i just ran away. i didn’t stop to think about how you might’ve felt. i’m sorry.”

“and my messages?”

“messages?”

“you didn’t respond to them.” Classic crosses his arms sternly.

“the jokes? of course i did, i laughed and said...” Red’s eyes widen as he fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks his messages, realizing that he didn’t respond, “fuck! i saw them, but i forgot to reply. i’m so sorry.”

Classic just looks at him sadly. Red knows he’s disappointed and he can’t blame him.

“i’m sorry. about tonight, about everything. but i mean what i said though. i really like you, and if you can give me a second chance-”

Classic cuts him off by grabbing his sleeve and pressing a kiss against Red’s cheek. He blushes furiously as all functions in his brain shuts down, then reboots to process what just happened. Classic’s eyelights twinkle with amusement and he giggles at the shock on Red’s face.

“i’d like that red. and maybe this time, without your brother’s intervention?”

Unable to speak, Red just nods his head.

“good. i’ll see you monday. good night.”

Classic quietly shuts the door behind him.

A wide grin slowly stretches across Red’s face. His soul is pounding and leaping and shaking all at once, and he laughs to himself, unable to contain his happiness. As he walks to the car, Red pumps a fist of victory into the air.  

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