#the ht!bros always have a soft spot in my heart

[tyranttortoise]

So I know you where unsure about whether you'd do the Axe Vs Sans in the story or out but could I request some of Axe's PoV? like the couch bit or the texting between them?

(*I’m really enjoying writing the scenes from the skeles’ POVs.  Maybe I’ll post these up on Ao3 sometime. )

“SANS! ONE OF YOUR HUMANS WAS LOST IN THE WOODS!  DON’T WORRY!  I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE BROUGHT THEM HOME SAFELY!”

Sans sat up on his bed, feeling slightly irritated at being woken up–not that he would ever let that irritation manifest toward his younger brother, of course.  His good eyesocket narrowed at the mention of one of his humans being lost in the woods.  Papyrus was more perceptive than Sans gave him credit; whenever he brought humans into this neck of the woods, he usually tried to do so while his brother was out hunting or recalibrating his traps.  He knew that his brother’s lumbering visage was enough nightmare fuel to frighten the humans, and he also knew that the moment they showed fear or made some offensive remark, well… Sans would be liable to kill them.  

And while their moronic “keepers” wouldn’t bat an eye, Sans knew the other six would make a big deal out of it.

*like none of them have ever killed a human before.  ha.

Still, it had been quite a while since Sans had cared enough to bring a human home.  It was too much of a hassle, which often negated the obvious stress relief he was beseeching.  So, the skeleton decided to investigate and padded through the house just in time to spot a human female crawling along the living room floor toward the door.

His expression darkened.

*fear.  she’s afraid of paps.

*she’s obviously hurt.  can’t be because of him.

*…one of the traps, maybe?  

*or maybe… she just saw him as a monster and tried to run.  could see her as the idiotic type to trip and turn her ankle.

He stopped directly in front of her, effectively blocking her progress.  She instantly froze, staring at his dirty slippers.

“where do you think you’re going?”

She skittered backwards, and his dilated crimson eyelight rolled across her body.  Strangely enough, she was wearing pajamas–and a certain black jacket he’d recognize anywhere.  His smile tightened; that explained what she was doing out here in the middle of the night.  

“S-sans.”  

Well, she got his name right, even if she’s thinking of him as his mirror–the version of him that wouldn’t know true suffering if it bit him on his bony ass.  He reached toward the girl, and although she recoiled away, it was easy enough to snag that fur-lined hood and jerk her to her feet.  She sucked in a breath, trying to shift her weight to her good foot, but Sans didn’t care about her comfort.  Not when she belonged to them.

“well, well. i should’ve known that group wasn’t as goody-two-shoes as they seemed. never expected them to pick up a human pet, though.”  His eyelight looked her up and down appraisingly.  He could see the appeal; she was attractive enough, but it was difficult to look past the fear filling her gaze and the stench of the others at the moment.  Before she could speak, he slung her toward the couch, drawing satisfaction from the way she hissed over her ankle. 

Served her right for looking at him like that–and for being so afraid of Paps.  

“PET?”  Speak of the devil; his brother crossed the living room to stare down at the human, frowning in confusion.  "YOU MEAN SHE BELONGS TO THE OTHERS?“

“I’m not–”

Sans cut her off.  "she’s wearing the pervert’s jacket. surprised he parted with it, though. he seems like the type to collar his pets… or maybe that was his brother’s thing.“ He shrugged, unconcerned.  He was used to edgelords at this point, and he admittedly liked the red-eyed version of himself more than his mirror.  At least that version of him had guts–had LOVE.

…Not that his mirror didn’t.  He just liked to pretend he was innocent.

His irritation was beginning to spike at the thought of seeing him again.  "that just means the others are going to come poking their skulls where they aren’t welcome.”

“SANS!” Nightmare Papyrus turned toward him, his tone reprimanding. “THAT’S NO ATTITUDE TO HAVE! IF WE’RE GOING TO HAVE GUESTS, I SHOULD GO PREPARE A MEAL! IT WOULD BE RUDE NOT TO OFFER THEM SOMETHING TO EAT!”

And give those assholes some of their food–their rations?  Sans wasn’t the sharing type to begin with when it came to their household, and the idea of the others eating their food made his smile even tighter–wider, more manic.  

*i’d sooner feed them my axe.  

“or i could just go dump her back in the woods.”

The girl frantically nodded. “Actually, that would be fantastic–”

“NONSENSE! WE HAVEN’T HAD GUESTS IN AGES! WELL, OTHER THAN THE USUAL ONES! THIS IS A CAUSE FOR CELEBRATION!”  Papyrus wouldn’t listen to reason and bounded off toward the kitchen, leaving Sans alone again with the girl.  Instantly, his smile fell, his eyesocket narrowing.  

*this is fantastic.  gotta deal with those bastards, feed them our food, and end up accused of hurting their woman.  

*‘course when anything goes wrong, they start pointing fingers our way.

He stalked toward the girl and reached toward her, only for her to actually have the gall to swat his hand away.  His frown deepened, though a bone brow raised in surprise.

*so she does have a little fight in her.  here i thought she was just a scared little lamb.

“Okay, you need to tell me what’s going on. I’m not anyone’s pet, and I don’t know who you are… but you know the other skeletons? Are you guys relatives, too?”  Despite the brave face she plastered on, the girl can’t stop trembling and her breathing came out in short gasps that made her chest heave.    

He almost smiles again.  Almost.  "relatives? that’s a good one, kid. but you can’t fool me. if you’re not a pet, what are you? their whore?“ He leaned in closer, inhaling deeply.  He could smell them all over her–especially Red, though that was likely from his coat, and Papyrus.  There was no hint of their magic on (or within) her, though, but he didn’t get a chance to properly sift through their scents before she slammed her palm against his sternum.  Caught by surprise, he plopped down onto the opposite couch cushion and stared at her.  

*terrified, yet determined to fight against me, huh…?

She looked utterly indignant at the implications.  "What?! No, I’m not–”

Abruptly, he snatched her wrist and jerked her toward him.  Her fingers splayed across his chest to avoid smashing her face against it, and he gripped her chin, forcing her face upward.  

“you smell like all of them. it’s all over you,” he admitted, his voice a near growl.  The scent it a constant reminder of their existence, and he doesn’t want it in his house.  His grip tightens, and she winced.  Good.  "…it’s annoying.“

“That’s because we live together. And we were just camping together.”  She yanked her face from his grip, but he holds fast to her wrist, preventing her from pulling away.  

*living together…?

“you’re living in the lodge?”

“I own the lodge,” she insisted, causing his eyesockets to widen in surprise.  He hadn’t expected that; his mirror had told them the lodge was abandoned.  Hell, that likely meant she owned the property his shack had been built on, but he wasn’t about to bring that up.  It was his–and Papyrus’s–and he’d kill her if she tried to claim it.  He tried to ask where she’d been this entire time if she supposedly owned it, but she cut him off with a shake of her head.  "I’m not playing twenty questions with you anymore until you start answering mine.“

He chuckled darkly, his smile tightening. "fair enough. what’d you ask again? i forgot.”

*my memory isn’t that bad, but nothing like some self-depreciating humor.

“Who are you?” Her voice comes out exasperated.

“that one’s easy.” His free hand reached into his pocket, fingers curling around a buzzer he’s been carrying around since the Underground.  The whoopee cushion in the hand trick was child’s play compared to this one. He extended his hand toward her, his smile wide. “name’s sans. sans the skeleton.”  

*the moment she grips my hand, the blade’ll tear into her palm.  i wonder what her screams will sound like.  

*the others will be pissed, but it serves her right for bringing that stench in my house.

She doesn’t grip his hand, however.  Instead, she stared at him like she had seen a ghost, the blood draining from her face.   “…What do you mean you’re Sans?”

*is she an idiot?

He chuckled humorlessly, shrugging.  "i’d say the one and only, but ya'know. that’s hardly the case.“

Her breathing is labored again, like she’s on the cusp of a panic attack.

"what? my pansy mirror didn’t tell you? lemme guess… they only told you their stupid nicknames? hate to break it to ya, kiddo, but their names aren’t red and blue and edgelord.”  

She swallowed hard, and he watched her throat work around the lump that had undoubtedly settled there.  "Blueberry called Stretch Papy,“ she murmured beneath her breath.

"his name ain’t blueberry. it’s sans. they’re not a family–well, some of them are.” He shrugged. “they’re alternate versions of themselves.”  

He knew that she believed him; that much was obvious from the way she stared at him, searching his features for the mirror version of him that she knew.  Her gaze trailed over the obvious jagged crack on the top of his skull, his darkened socket, the dilated eyelight and general unkempt appearance.  He was about to mock her for not seeing it sooner, for thinking that all the skeleton monsters looked the same and had ridiculous names, but she surprised him by reaching out and cupping his cheekbone.  

“What happened to you?”  She whispered the words, her voice thick and shaky.  Her fingers skirted upward, close to the crack atop his head–the part of him that separated him from his mirror forever–and he couldn’t do more than just stare at her in wonderment.  The buzzer slipped from his suddenly lax fingers, hitting the carpet.

His cheeks grew hot.  How long had it been since someone (other than Papyrus) showed him this kind of kindness?  How long had it been since someone looked at him like that–feeling his pain, having such concern over his well-being?

*what happened?  hell if i know, kid.  my memory isn’t what it used to be.

*heh, you could even say it’s full of holes.

He shrugged.  "who knows?“

*paps, probably, but who’m i to pry?

*not like i don’t have my share of secrets.

Slowly, her hand dropped from his face.  "What… what happened to Papyrus?”

*what happened to paps?

*undick happened.  the crazy bitch took her failures out on my bro.  made him captain of the royal guard, beat his face in when he didn’t want to fight against her and hurt her because she was his best friend.  

*i’ll forget a lot of things, but i’ll never forget what she did.  

In the next moment, he shoved her across the couch, severing all physical contact.  "our timeline isn’t as easy to stomach as the others, kid.“

She sat up, treading carefully and changing the subject.  "All right. If there’s other timelines… it’s like… other realities, right? So, how did everyone end up in the same reality?”

He shrugged and reached up to grip the outer rim of his unlit eyesocket and sharply tug. It always felt so uncomfortable and slightly painful, but that pain always helped ground him from getting lost in the past and his fragmented memories.  She stared at him as if he were insane, and his grin turned wide.  Of course he knew what happened to get everyone together; all of the skeletons had a version of that machine in their timelines, and he was no exception.  

Long ago, he knew he had been a scientist; that basement was all the proof he needed.  But, he couldn’t for the life of him remember it.  The machine was just a hunk of scrap metal with indecipherable blueprints and notes.   “you should ask the comedian. he’s the one that knows that science bullshit and likes messing around with things he doesn’t understand.”

And then, it seemed that talking about him was enough to summon him.  His mirror appeared, looking frantic until he spotted the human, and that relief was enough to piss Sans off.  He watched as his mirror made certain she was all right, before he turned his attention to Sans.  The air became electric, although Sans knew it was all a bluff.  Even if his mirror had more magic reserves than him (after the head injury, he could only teleport short distances and summoning a Gaster Blaster was out of the question.  It was annoying, but at least he was able to rely on his brute strength and bone-axe), he knew that the blue-clad skeleton wouldn’t pick a fight with him while Paps was in the house.  

His mirror could barely even look at Paps.  

*what’s wrong?  you don’t like knowing in some reality, you failed him?

*how do you think i feel, bastard?

*…. like you’re one to judge.  you’ve failed your pap plenty, or else your LOVE wouldn’t be so high.

Just as his mirror didn’t like looking at Paps, Sans didn’t like looking at his mirror.  It reminded him of who he used to be… in another life, before everything went to hell.  This was a version of him that succeeded–or one where the human RESET at least.  The barrier was broken, monsters gained their freedom, and no one had to watch their loved ones starve.  

Sans would… like to meet the Frisk of this timeline.  He has a few choice words for his old pal, but he knows that his mirror tries to keep his old friends at bay.  

Hell, even if he saw the Undyne of this timeline, Sans would probably impale her on the spot.

*you’re not innocent if you have the capacity for that kind of evil lurking just under the surface.

*and that human ambassador isn’t innocent, either.  

His mirror agrees to eat the spaghetti, bringing Sans back to reality.  

“I… can’t really walk,” the human girl admitted, favoring her ankle as she tried to stand.  His mirror moved to pick her up, but suddenly, Sans doesn’t want him touching her.  He moved quickly and snatched her off the couch, gathering her into his arms.  Turning away from his mirror, he crossed the living room.  

“axe, don’t touch her.”

*it’s the deep, spooky voice.

*heh, i bet his eyesockets are dark.

*hate to break it to ya, pal, but one of mine always is.  i’ve got you beat when it comes to the scary stare.

Sans scoffed, but didn’t turn around. “human, can i carry you to the kitchen?”  He asked the question like the answer was obvious.

“I don’t mind,” she answered, all of her previous fear gone, which caused his smile to turn a little more genuine–and absolutely victorious.  

“see, she’s fine. c'mon, kiddo, hope you’re a humanitarian.”

He’s joking of course; the brothers haven’t had the need to eat humans since coming to this timeline, and yet the others always act as if they eat them just for fun now.  It’s ridiculous, but Sans enjoys joking about their past food preferences to make the others uncomfortable.  

Speaking of uncomfortable, it’s also enjoyable for Sans to touch the human while his mirror–and later, Red–irritably shift.  It’s obvious they both think they have some kind of claim on her.

And once he finds out that she’s not dating any of the skeletons in the lodge, well… things become interesting.  

He’ll have to get her number from Paps and keep in touch.  

#ssll #ssll bonus #horrortale #horrortale sans #axe #horrortale sans pov #these are fun #the ht!bros always have a soft spot in my heart #and no axe doesn't eat the humans he's brought home in the past

[mmchangnam]

sigh 🤡 follow me, i’ll show you the whole world ( he ! )🠦 shin changnam. my whole world. the whole world. same thing. he’s everything. anyway i’m always here for plotting, i never sleep ig and my discord is (  🌙 taeil ONLY extras BEGONE !#8289 )

formally known as shin changnam, youngest of the shin family ( shin 3 ), once known for many great deeds ( ie. having a major role in the korean independence movement w/ his ancestor cheongcheon, and also aiding noko during the great famine 94 ) he is nowadays just a barbecue prince. leads an extremely quaint, quiet life. super normal family, pretty normal kid.

the shin bbq place is pretty well known, good location and wizard friendly ~ their name may not exactly be making waves like the lee’s, moon’s or won’s in current day, but they get by! some of the elderly still think of this place fondly for it’s been run by the shins. and uh, i’m not trying to say the food is good as hell and the prices are better but hey. that’s exactly what i’m saying

he’s 16 int, 18 kr. a first year. house baek ho ! baek ho represent !!!!

not the smartest kid but definitely one of the hardest working kids you know in yosul right now. he walked through those doors ready to make waves.

literally involved in everything he can be without maxing himself out. 

this includes:   

baek ho first year prefect,

herbology club

chollima’s fan club

baek ho announcer for the intramural quidditch team

tbh he’s a classic extrovert. he is so babey. he’s such a cinnamon roll !!!!!!!!!!!!! also he WILL do horrible aegyo to get his way don’t fucking tempt him, it’ll be so cringe and you’re going to break in 10 seconds, BET.

he likes to tease and horse around, gently bullies his friends, speaks informally to hyungs, and just generally is likely asking for an ass beating at almost all times.

definitely the kid who’s quiet in class except when he’s answering questions or asking them, but then he goes into the hall and he’s like AH YO WADDUP YOSUL MAKE SOMe NOIZE !

very nice boy !!!! very very nice boy !!! many good in his heart !!! 

he doesn’t know who he wants to be right now, or what he wants to be when he grows up. but herbology and magical creatures really get him jazzed. he also kind of loves charms though. he’s bad at math though, he’ll leave you on read @ anything like math or reading.

he probably seems like the kid who’s going to be at the back of the yearbook in like 5 most ! / least ! likely categories. like most likely to accidentally become president etc.

decided way more innocent than he seems. but he’s goin through some growing pains atm, and could really use lots of friends and a good support system.

uh he doesn’t sleep! he’s an insomniac and it shows, he always has dark circles under his eyes and looks like death so maybe it’s weird that he talks so much and always seems like he’s at 100% energy, but you just learn to accept it after a while.

he will fight you over his best friends, or making girls cry.

prefect hours always open, soft boy hours always open, loving friends hours always open. CHEONG RYEONG HOURS ALWAYS CLOSED !!!!!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ proven fact is that BAEK HO is best house, JU JAK is second best house and HYEON MU are cute so they’re ok too!!!!! dragons are YUCK and will NOT beat intramural baek ho team EVER you hear what i’m sayin WHITE TIGER FAR SUPERIOR!!!???!!!

currently dyed his hair (again) it’s like this now! when will the merry-go-round end? it’s like warm light brown now!   

i’m not even going to suggest plot bunnies, i’ll do it in dms on a personal basis because i have a lot of ideas for dynamics so hmu !  ! ! in hindsight i lied, in the updated version of this ( i am including VERY basic plots concepts i’m seeking ) because i’m a clown.

CLOSE FRIENDS. best friend spot TAKEN but it is ok fellow cuties he has a BIG heart

people he can baby and bring food or cook food for. let the baby baby you for FREE at least once a week

a very pretty noona/hyung that he can get tongue tied around

hyungs that hate when he informally talks to them and also bullies them ( feel free to bully him back, he can take it )

SPORTS! anyone interested in quidditch, playing quidditch etc. people who like his teams, people who are fans of rivals teams.

someone who will make him into a terrible prefect because he sometimes does you favors or lets you go free without getting in trouble...

tutor him in math today for money or other favors because the boy can’t even add....

you can, without absolutely any trouble, adopt him!!!! FREE baby bro, exclusive offer, with experience (youngest and only son in his family!!!) he can make barbecue...not limited time offer.

he loves magical creatures and herbology atm (it’s his flavor of the week) so maybe you love those too, or maybe you hate them and it’s like wtf weirdo plant boy get out of my way!

#mm:intro #mm:plotcall