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Valentine Day cards with Raven and all my Skele-boys. Alt and Scene, then Warrant and Bounty, then my newests boys Salmonberry(Sal) and Whisper. Happy Valentines Day!
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scashu · 11 months
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Following up from Whisper; I ended up drawing Undyne and Papyrus from my au too
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Also a small Crossmare piece I did for fun a while back
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pastille-pain · 7 months
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Did this through Discord
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Please enjoy!! I spent like 8 hours on it
Godslayer belongs to @opal-owl-flight ,,
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barbieboooze · 5 months
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Now draw whispyrus
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Ask and you shall receive !
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Gender Bracket #1
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All were chosen randomly from submissions (With the exception of two of my personal favorites)
Pairs under cut
Reki Kyan (Sk8 the Infinity) vs. Hiyori Tomoe (Ensemble Stars!)
Kate Bush vs. Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa)
Papyrus (Undertale) vs. Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone)
Rich Goranski (Be More Chill) vs. Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom)
Cloud Strife (Final Fantasy VII) vs. Fujimoto (Ponyo)
Dick Grayson (DC Comics) vs. Red Son (Lego Monkie Kid)
Danny Tanner (Full House) vs. Conner Kent (DC Comics)
Goro Majima (Yakuza) vs. Jacob Andrews
The Nameless Ghouls vs. Frank Iero
Joker (Persona 5) vs. Charlotte Wiltshire (Hello Charlotte)
Sal Fisher (Sally Face) vs. Howl Pendragon (Howl's Moving Castle)
Archibald Craven (The Secret Garden) vs. Bo Burnham
Lady Loki (Marvel Comics) vs. Joshua Kiryu (The World Ends with You)
James Kirk (Star Trek) vs. Eda Clawthorne (The Owl House)
Lee Felix vs. Donatello (Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)
Shikanoin Heizou (Genshin Impact) vs. Beelzebub (Good Omens)
Moira (Overwatch) vs. Samantha Jones (Sex and the City)
Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney) vs. Quark (Star Trek)
James (Pokemon) vs. Paris the Puppet (The Dummy's Dummy)
Venti (Genshin Impact) vs. René Gallimard (M. Butterfly)
Camilo Madrigal (Encanto) vs. Edward Nygma (Gotham)
Edward Teach (Our Flag Means Death) vs. Bowser (Super Mario Brothers)
Crowley (Supernatural) vs. Delirium of the Endless (The Sandman)
Princess Ozma (Oz) vs. Vanitas (The Case Study of Vanitas)
Kris (Deltarune) vs. Lily Houghton (Jungle Cruise)
Natsume Sakasaki (Ensemble Stars!) vs. Ranboo (@ranboolivesaysstuff)
Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs. Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran High School Host Club)
Dan Heng (Honkai: Star Rail) vs. Jeff Satur
David Tennant vs. Harry du Bois (Disco Elysium)
Dr. Frank-N-Furter (The Rocky Horror Picture Show) vs. Link (The Legend of Zelda)
Tianyou Zhao (Yakuza) vs. @gender-envy-tournament (I got 10 separate submissions again)
The Spine (Steam Powered Giraffe) vs. Raine Whispers (The Owl House)
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breenheath · 1 year
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They came out so good!
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willosword · 1 year
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also like. i don’t know how i managed to avoid thinking about this in the past but what the HECK is up with sans. “you’ll never see em again” “maybe it’s better to take what’s been given to you” “i gave up trying to go back a long time ago”. i’m literally 8 years late to the party but what is all That
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mystical-blaise · 2 years
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My friend did the comic sans thing with her university assignments and it worked really well for her for a while... I will never forget the sheer mortification and panic on her face when she realised she accidentally submitted an essay before changing the font to one more appropriate😂💀
BAHAHAHA! Oh, man. LOL.
I just sent @hlizr50 a zoomed-in screenshot of the chapter I'm working on, and seeing such sad things typed in such a terrible but balloony, child-like font is hilarious.
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aylish91 · 1 year
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New chapter incoming!!
Sea Of Hope Chapter 8
Previous Next SOH Master Grandmaster
This masterful piece of art was done by @aoi-kanna as a commission. They are truly talented and I appreciate all the hard work they put into making this for me. Go check them out, they are absolutely wonderful!!!
Story below or AO3 above.
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While Axe checked you over, Edge grabbed Red by the back of the neck and stormed down the main hatch, loudly yelling at the rest of the crew to mind their own business as they scurried out of his way. For the most part, Red's protests went unheard as he was dragged down the steep steps. Blue, on the other hand, had hesitantly approached Papyrus, whispering something before they too turned and headed past the hatch, disappearing through a pair of doors into the upper levels of the ship. 
The clearing of a throat had you tensing and pressing closer to Axe. Black had once again gotten closer than you were comfortable with, standing only a couple paces away. “AS HEARTWARMING AS THIS IS, IT IS QUICKLY BECOMING LATE AND THE LADY STILL NEEDS ADEQUATE DRESS. MY BROTHER’S COAT IS HARDLY A FITTING SUBSTITUTE.”  
Rus chuckled beside him. However, when he made to comment, a look from Black had him looking down instead. 
Axe narrowed his sockets. “Don’t know where you’re planning on get’n somethin. Ain’t exactly swimmin in extras and you’ve refused to mend mine so I could give it to her.”  
Black scoffed. “YOU FAILED TO MENTION IT WAS FOR YOUR MARKED. YOU HAVE ALSO YET TO COMPLETE THE TASK I ASKED OF YOU. I DID NOT SEE THE POINT IN TURNING IN YOUR FAVOR WHEN MY OWN HAD BEEN UNMET.” 
“Been busy.” 
“AS WE’VE ALL.” 
Something shifted in the air, both of their eyelights brightening. Rus glared, moving closer to his brother. It took Crooks placing a hand on Axe’s shoulder for the two to back down. 
“Petty bastard.” 
“WHEN IT SUITS ME.” With a flourish of a hand and a half step back, he indicated the direction of the doors, continuing to meet Axe’s gaze. “NOW, I BELIEVE WE SHOULD ATTEMPT TO FIND SOMETHING MORE SUITABLE UNTIL NEXT WE MAKE PORT. SURELY YOU CAN AGREE IT WOULD BE IN EVERYONE’S BEST INTEREST.”  
“Fine, but we’re not leadin’.” You could hear the creak of Axe’s teeth. 
“OF COURSE.” With a tight turn, Black nodded, marching forward with Rus trailing behind with a wink. "AS YOU WISH." 
Axe refused to move at first, tugging his empty socket and prompting a sighing Crooks to nudge you both. "I Know You Don’t Like Him, But He Is Fair.” 
“Bastard never does anything fer free.” 
“And Yet, He Has A Point.”  
Neither you nor Axe was reassured but allowed him to guide you forward regardless. Crewmen brave enough to linger eyed your group with various degrees of emotion. When a dog monster growled, another was quick to slap the back of their head, nervously hunching at a glare from both of your skeleton friends. You tried not to show your fear or your growing limp as you passed, hoping Rus' long coat hid what you couldn’t. It didn't seem like a good idea to show weakness around others. The watchful eyes and aggressive postures spoke volumes to your already heightened nerves. Entering the ship did nothing to ease your discomfort.  
It felt cramped and pressing despite having more than enough space and light. Unlike the previous ship, several lanterns lit the expanse leaving no ominous shadows or darkened areas. You could easily see all the doors lining the walls as well as the beautifully carved and decorated windowed doors marking the end of the hall. Rus waited near the last door on the left.  
It was calm and warm, but you couldn’t shake off the feelings of danger. 
“Ya c’n go inside Darlin. Milord’s wait’n.” Rus stood to the side, motioning you inside the now open door. 
You looked to your companions. While Axe kept his eyelight on Rus, Crooks’ soft smile and nod gave you enough of a boost to cautiously cross the threshold. It smelled of lavender tinted with something you couldn’t quite place, the overall size relatively small. What looked like a narrow modified canopy bed connected to the wall was on your right. In front of you, under a single window, was a rather lovely desk intricately carved with polished knobs. To your immediate left was an open decorative chest shoved in the corner. Everything was of exquisite taste and quality, from the bedding and carvings on the furniture to the upholstery on the chair at the desk. The few trinkets left out were of fine gold or silver with glistening jewels. 
You jumped when the door closed behind you. Axe nor Crooks had made it inside. It had your stomach rolling with nerves. You did not anticipate having the others closed out. Having Black now between you and the only exit made it worse. His eyelights were too bright. 
Didn’t Rus call him a lord...? 
Your chest tightened at his approach, making sure to lower your gaze. 
“TRUE TO MY WORD, THAT HORROR’S GARMENT HAS BEEN MENDED. HAD I KNOWN IT WAS FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS, I NEVER WOULD HAVE HELD ONTO IT.” In his hands was a large linen shirt, neatly folded and dark in color. Holding it out, he offered it to you. “PUT IT ON. I WILL ADJUST IT AS NEEDED AFTER.” 
You froze, intently focusing on the simple article of cloth. Was he expecting you to do it here and now? In front of him? Wasn’t it bad enough you were laid bare in front of all those on the deck, or stars, when you pressed yourself against Blue? At least Axe had good reason to see you. Multiple! To willingly undress now in the presence of a man other than your husband...  
By the angel, what would Axe think of all this? 
Black must have noticed your silent panicked uncertainty when you didn’t immediately take it. Clearing his throat, something in his tone changed. “I SHALL, OF COURSE, REFRAIN FROM LOOKING WHILE YOU DO SO. YOU MAY LEAVE MY BROTHER’S COAT ON THE CHAIR WHEN YOU ARE READY.” 
It was hard not to squirm. While that was greatly appreciated, it still felt uncomfortable. Could you trust his word? You hardly knew the man. Perhaps things may have felt different if the room wasn’t quite so stifling or the door hadn’t been shut so suddenly. 
Luckily, heavy thumps in the hall distracted Black enough for him to hand you the garment himself, squinting at the door behind him. He was just about to speak again when another set of thumps sounded, this time shaking the door. Growling, he finally turned when the muffled voices following the noise got angrier. 
You really didn’t want to do this right now. Not here. Not with all the uncertainties surrounding you.  
Taking a slow breath in, you let it out. The sooner you changed, the sooner you could be rid of these unsettling feelings. With unsteady fingers twitching against the fabric as you took one last glance at Black’s back. 
One more breath. 
The sound of your rattling bones was louder without the security of the coat. Placing it on the chair, you did your best to quickly dress.  
The feeling of fabric against your bones was surprisingly comforting as you pulled it over your head. True to Axe’s size, the shirt almost went to your knees. It was so large the fabric pooled on your much smaller frame and reminded you of the nightgowns you used to wear back at the manor. 
If only it wasn’t so short. 
Though your more private areas were covered, it was not good for a lady to show so much… leg. You tugged at the hem, the sleeves threatening to engulf your hands.  
“I’m dressed, my lord.” 
A calculated breath was your only answer before his eyelights found you, fuzzy with a slight warble. You had to second guess if you had seen them correctly, for the next moment they were back to their bright and sharp orbs. Getting closer, they traveled over you as he hummed, the heel of his boots clicking as he circled. If you had hair, it would have stood on end at the subtle brush of his hand against your back. 
“AS I EXPECTED.” 
You startled, yelping when he came around to lightly grip your hips. Instinctively, your hands came to your chest from the forwardness, sockets wide. He paid no mind, eyelights intent on the bunched fabric. He only let go to pull a satin rope from his pocket. 
You squeaked again when he reached around you to wrap it around your waist. 
“MUCH BETTER. HOWEVER," His gloved hands touched your elbows, slowly moving up your arms to grasp your hands for inspection. “YOUR MAGIC. IT IS MUCH TOO THIN…” He turned them over. “Hmmmmm. Knowing Him…” 
Your chest clenched. He was close enough you could feel his ambient heat and wisps of breath. 
Before Black could say or do anything else, his door nearly burst off its hinges, a very aggravated Axe forcing it open. Black pulled you into him with a snarl, eyelights vanishing with the click of his teeth. Stuck in a headlock was a disgruntled Rus, resigned to the hold around his neck. 
You didn’t know if you could physically handle any more stress.  
“BY THE ANGEL, YOU WILL REPLACE THAT LOCK IF YOU HAVE BROKEN IT!” 
Axe’s voice was low, grin tight as he took in the scene. “Don’t appreciate the closed door, Black. Hell ya think yer doin’ in here?” 
Black placed you behind him, grumbling a growl. “AS I STATED EARLIER, I HAVE GIVEN HER SOMETHING TO ADEQUATELY COVER HERSELF UNTIL WE CAN PROCURE SOMETHING MORE FITTING.”  
Axe narrowed his sockets at Black’s squared shoulders. For a split second, you could see the red orb of his eyelight flick over the man in front of you before it focused on you.  
“Sure that's all ya were doin’?” 
The fabric of Black’s gloves creaked. “IF YOU MUST KNOW, I WAS INSPECTING HER MAGIC FLOW. I’M NO EXPERT, BUT EVEN I CAN TELL IT’S RUNNING LOW. A MORE IMPORTANT QUESTION WOULD BE, WHY HAVEN’T YOU—” 
“I’ve been doin’ exactly what I need ta be. Don’t need ta explain myself either.” Rus stumbled into the room when Axe unceremoniously released him to motion to you. “Now, if yer done?” 
With a snarl, Black pointed a finger. “NOW SEE HERE YOU–” 
Instinctually, you reached out, stopping just before Black’s arm. “My lord, I!” You faltered at his abrupt attention, pulling back to dip your head in respect. “I thank you for your kindness, but I should return to my lord husband before any more misunderstandings occur.” 
His eyelights stuttered. “I, I BEG YOUR PARDON?” 
There was a beat of awkward silence before Axe broke into heavy laughter, the loudest and deepest you’ve heard from him. It was enough to warm your cheeks as he beckoned you out and away from the room. Black gaped, slack-jawed and sputtering as you passed. You were already being guided onto the deck by the time he was able to call out one last time from his doorway. 
“AXE! YOU WILL… THAT… YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF!” 
Axe only laughed harder, closing the doors behind you. 
The sun had mostly set by the time you stepped out into the humid sea air. You would have done anything in the past to be able to look up, out, and around but Axe was swift in guiding you down the main hatch. You didn’t want to linger longer than necessary anyway. 
You didn’t have Rus’s coat to hide under. 
You were grateful for the darkness once you were under. The lanterns were farther spread, some empty of light altogether. It helped ease your mind against the wandering eyes. Most gathered under the brightest lamps, playing cards at makeshift tables, drinking, and socializing while others lounged in hammocks hanging interspersed between the canons. While some watched you pass, Axe was surprisingly good at slipping through the darkest areas to avoid the unwanted attention.  
The closer you got to the front of the ship, the fewer people there were until you came upon barrels and crates stacked near and around an area quartered off by familiar heavy sheets. You could even recognize the stack you and Blue had hidden next to, the sheet on that side still halfway pulled down. Axe was kind enough to hold the flap for you to enter. 
Finally, you were able to relax the tension out of your shoulders and pained joints. You wanted to climb back into the hammock and rest your aching pelvis, maybe snuggle against Axe and his warmth. The way he moved about though had you gingerly sitting on his stool, setting it upright from where it had been knocked over. 
You wondered when that had occurred. What happened after you had been taken? 
... 
A quiet curse had you looking back at Axe as he re-fastened the makeshift wall. There were a few more rips in it than you remembered. If he had any sewing supplies, you would have to mend them. It was the least you could do as thanks. 
You let out a slow breath, peering down at your clenched fists. They were cold and stiff on your lap. Black had been interested in them. The lot of them had been interested in general, but he had seemed so focused. 
Your voice was soft, hesitant as you summoned the courage to speak. “Axe? I have so many questions, but I’m afraid… I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” 
Axe chuckled. “Don’t gotta be afraid with me, Dove. It’s good ta ask questions around here. The more ya know the better, good or bad. Don’t let anyone tell ya otherwise.” 
You picked at the hem of the shirt, smoothing it down as much as you could. “Is that true?" Axe simply grunted. Collecting yourself, you forced yourself to ask the questions burning your mind. "What is a Banthos? What does it mean to be one? And what did Black mean when he said my magic was too thin? I don’t have magic. I’m not… I’m not even a monster.” 
It was hard not to flinch when, from your peripherals, you saw him stop. His voice had become more serious but thankfully still soft.  
“The hell yer not. Listen, I don’t know what you’ve been told, where ya come from, or what ya been through. But you’re as much of a monster as the rest of us. You’re made of magic and hope just like me.” He came over to place your hand in his scarred one, taking a knee to look directly into your sockets. “We’re the same. Dust and all. It don’t matter about anything else. As fer your magic,” he rubbed his face with a frustrated sigh, “let me worry about that. Just know ya got it and I’m gonna make damn sure ta get it where it needs ta be.” 
You didn’t know what to say to that, but it sent a comforting feeling to your chest. He was always so warm. It reminded you of your mother.  
Nodding, you were about to ask about your first question when footsteps interrupted you. Axe stood, moving between you and the flap.  
“AXE, IT IS GETTING LATE. I HAVE TAKEN THE LIBERTY OF PREPARING SANS’ ROOM FOR THE LITTLE MISS. I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN.”  
Axe only slightly relaxed at the sound of Papyrus’ voice, not moving but calling out to the other skeleton. “I can take her when we’re ready. Just got a few–” he bristled when Papyrus entered and smiled down at you, hand twitching at his side –“more things ta take care of.” 
“AND WHAT MIGHT THAT BE SO I MAY HELP?” When Axe only grumbled, Papyrus took it upon himself to continue. “WELL, WHILE YOU FIGURE THINGS OUT, I SHALL MAKE SURE TO GET HER SAFELY TO HER NEW LODGINGS.” 
You both tensed. “Papyrus. Paps. At least let things settle before ya drag er away. You saw Sans. I don’t trust him.” 
Papyrus looked a little sheepish at the accusation. “I UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERN, BUT I HAVE FAITH THAT THIS WILL WORK. I MYSELF WILL KEEP AN EYE ON THINGS IF I MUST. He Means Well. NOT THAT, THAT IS AN EXCUSE FOR HIS TERRIBLE BEHAVIOR.” He came forward to place a hand on Axe’s shoulder, humble and pleading. “WON’T YOU AT LEAST TRUST ME?” 
You couldn’t place the look that crossed Axe’s face from the question, the red orb of his eyelight quaking until his free hand brushed the edges of his empty socket. “That’s cheat’n…” There was a heaviness to the silence.  
When Axe’s shoulders sagged, Papyrus gave him back his space. “All WILL BE WELL. I’M SURE OF IT.” 
You were uncertain as to what you needed to do, but before you could stand, Axe nudged you back down. With the reluctance of a stubborn cat, he then went about gathering items he had deemed yours, going so far as draping his favored blanket over your shoulders. When all was said and done, you were left with a surprisingly intricate box full of puzzles, Axe’s blanket, and an affectionate nuzzle to your neck.  
It was with a heavy heart and a glowing face that you eventually followed Papyrus back out into the darkness. 
You did your best to keep up with his long strides, missing Axe’s purposely slowed gait. You could feel the grinding strain on your pelvis and lower joints with each step. You focused on the clack of your feet to keep your mind off the aching. Papyrus was already several steps ahead of you when he got to the steps.  
Blessedly, he turned to wait for you. 
It was embarrassing how out of breath you had become from such a short distance, especially when you knew you didn’t technically need to breathe. You were even more so when Papyrus cocked his head to look you over with a contemplative hum. 
His smile was kind. “MY APOLOGIES MISS. I KNEW YOU WERE IN ROUGH SHAPE, BUT I HADN’T REALIZED…” He glanced up the steps. “PERHAPS IT WOULD BE BETTER FOR ME TO HELP.” 
Without so much as a warning, he picked you up and draped you across both of his arms. You almost dropped your box, squeaking in surprise as he ascended to the deck. Your mind and tongue had stopped working from the suddenness. Though Axe had carried you once before and had moved you a few times, you didn’t quite know what to think of this stranger picking you up so nonchalantly. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world for him, smile just as polite and kind as before. 
With him carrying you, it took little time to cross the rest of the way back through the double doors and down to the end of the hall. Standing in front of the windowed doors, you were only jostled a little when he turned the knob. He used his boot to kick it open the rest of the way with a bang, making you flinch when the glass shook precariously. 
You thought you saw a flash of blue, but when you looked, there was nothing there but a railed raised platform with an extravagant-looking bed, windows lining the entirety of the back wall. 
You shuddered. It smelled overwhelmingly of snow and cold rain. 
Scrunching his nasal ridge, Papyrus walked around a heavy round table with a scattering of papers and a lantern. Stepping onto the platform, he carefully set you down, turning to furiously rip the blankets off the bed to ball and fling them across the room with a fwump. 
“FORGIVE MY IDIOT OF A BROTHER. I WILL BE HAVING A TALK WITH HIM ABOUT APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR LATER. FOR NOW, I’M AFRAID THIS WILL HAVE TO DO. AT LEAST THE BED IS EXCEPTIONALLY COMFORTABLE.” He put his hand down to pat the mattress. “IT IS A GIMBAL BED, MADE WITH LARGER MONSTERS IN MIND SO YOU WILL HAVE PLENTY OF SPACE AND WON’T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT THE TIPPING OF THE SHIP.” 
When you didn’t move, he gently ushered you to sit before making his way to the windows. It was so dark now that the light from the lamp effectively turned them into mirrors. You were grateful, too afraid to look through them. To your relief, Papyrus closed the many curtains for each once. Once done, he gently took your box and stood at the end of the bed, bowing slightly from the waist. 
“I WOULD STAY TO HELP YOU SETTLE, BUT I UNFORTUNATELY HAVE OTHER DUTIES I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF AT THIS TIME. BUT DO NOT FEAR, I WILL MAKE SURE SOMEONE WILL BE BY IN THE MORNING TO BRING YOU SOME TEA AND BREAKFAST AND TO WELCOME YOU.” Walking away, he stopped to place your box on the table and extinguish the lantern. “SLEEP WELL MISS.”  
With a wave, he picked up the bundle of discarded blankets and walked out the door, closing it behind him. 
… 
It was frightening, alone in the dark.
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multiverse-of-souls · 2 years
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"Heh, well ain't that somethin'."
It's his birthday, the concept seems foreign after so long without one, he hasn't celebrated since before the resets started. After all as long as they continued, the month simply would never come.
"Oh well."
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Height of my Sans and Papyri! Raven is too small and cant fit in the picture.
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carlyraejepsans · 4 months
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UT fic recs? For the poor and bad at fic searching
world comes pouring through - (1.6k words, Gen)
Alphys reunites with some old friends on the way home from taking care of business.
Really good Alphys character study. One of those fics you could slot into canon with next to no resistance.
White Crayon - (9k words, Gen)
Despite living in Snowdin for months, Papyrus still feels like an outsider. An invisible barrier stands between him and the sense of community he craves. His brother tells him to be patient, but Papyrus would rather take matters into his own hands. Sans tries his best to understand.
Pre-canon, pre confidence spike Papyrus centric. Good angst and bros miscommunicating. Struck a bit close to home tbh. Seeing Papyrus before his bravado might be a bit jarring, but the interactions between the brothers more than made up for it to me personally. I really, REALLY enjoyed the way Sans is written here. Biscia stamp of approval.
the whirlwind world of on-line e-love - (1k words, Gen)
“My idea! My amazing idea. It is very amazing. Has your kinglitudeness ever heard of—”
Papyrus paused, then beckoned Asgore close. When he drew near, bony phalanxes were cupped at his ear, and Papyrus said in a dramatic stage whisper: “Have you ever heard of dating?”
I'm not sure if the author is ever going to turn this into a full fledged story, but even as a vignette it is extremely fucking funny.
When Life Hands You Enantiomers - (2.7k words, T)
Alphys has a half-finished tile maze puzzle, reams of useless data, and a bunch of piranhas that can't tell the difference between lemon and orange scent.
Sans has donuts.
Can't believe i only just recently discovered this one. Some of the most well-written Sans and Alphys friendship shenanigans I've ever seen.
Welcome to Night Tale - (5.7k words, unrated)
Welcome to Night Vale.
Today's top story: a community of monsters have joined our town as our newest residents.
Probably my favorite crossover fic idea of all time. Formatted like a WTNV episode, has segments both with AND without the monsters. Marked as incomplete (I'm assuming the author wants to eventually add new vignettes) but the final chapter is a special segment about Chara, Frisk and Flowey that is so flooring and clever it ties the entire work together perfectly either way.
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simping-lya · 3 months
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"I love you"
UT!Sans x GN!Reader fluff
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Heya I got a fluffy fic here, hot out of the oven
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You were very hesitant with your feelings. Sans knew that when he got into a relationship with you. That’s why he never rushed you into anything, always stayed at your pace. You were quiet, shy, and although long for others, were very selective of those around you. Thankfully Sans was nothing but a patient guy and was willing to work with you to build your relationship to how it is now.
It was important to him, this relationship with you. Three years of friendship and almost two years of dating, that was about five years he had known you. When you two first met, you were hesitant to talk to him on your own until months later when you were finally comfortable being around him without Papyrus, and when he confessed his feelings, you had admitted you had been harboring feelings for him a year longer. You were just too hesitant to do anything and waited for them to fade away (luckily for him, they never did).
Of course, Sans knew that the words “I love you” would not come instantly. He didn’t mind though—he didn’t need the vocal confirmation to know you cherished him dearly. He could feel it in your intent, when you would wrap him in a blanket when he was napping on the couch, when you would purchase a gift because you knew he would laugh, when you would comfort him in times he needed it. Everything you did for him had “I love you” all over and that was enough for him to know you loved him. But that didn’t make the words any less lovely when he heard you say it for the first time.
It was late at night and you were in bed, already asleep. Usually you were awake at this time with him but your busy schedule had tired you out. Sans didn’t mind though, he knew you deserved this rest for working hard. So, although he couldn’t talk to you, he could still hang out with you by being your cuddle buddy. His spot was already taken though, a pillow in your arms snug against your chest. Fortunately, Sans was able to slip it out of your arms with ease and sneak into your bed, but moving the blanket around stirred you awake.
Blinking wearily, you smiled once you noticed the one in front of you was Sans and opened your arms for him. Once he was in his usual spot—tucked against your chest—your arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer. It was warm and Sans could feel the love coming off your skin.
Chuckling, Sans murmured against your chest, “good night.”
“Good night,” You sleepily replied, your chin resting on the top of his skull. 
In your embrace, he shut his eye sockets and focused on your heartbeat. He liked hearing it. It was so different compared to monsters and their souls. He let it lure him to sleep with you, hearing your heartbeat slow down as you relaxed.
Then, you whispered so softly, he barely heard it, “I love you.”
His sockets snapped open in surprise as he did a double take. Did he hear you correctly? No, he definitely heard you correctly. His soul trembled excitedly in his ribcage from hearing your vocal declaration, a blush forming on his face quicker than it had ever before. He felt you press a kiss on his skull, your lips in a smile that told him you knew how he was feeling from your words.
He buried his flushed face into your shirt, clinging onto you as he muttered, “i love you too.”
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barbieboooze · 4 months
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Youve done sans jibanyan and papyrus whisper but can you do Sanspyrus buchinyan
I'm gonna be so honest I didn't search up a reference bc I was scared of the results of 'sanspyrus' on google so I hope this will do LMFAO
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smarties-art · 2 years
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Walking through the dark cave, your hand tightly clutching your brother’s, you can’t help feeling like the glowing flowers are whispering to you. 
“don’t forget”
“I’m with you in the dark”
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Soooo some people from the Papyrus discord expressed an interest in drawing this piece in their style so I decided to make a proper dtiys out of this after all ♥ If you want to take part, please tag me in your post so I can see and reblog it!  On June 20th I´ll then choose a winner who can request one drawing from me in my usual pencil drawing style :) 
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What if S/O wants skeleton to do something with them, skeleton says no and then S/O just says all dramatically like
" then you leave me no choice. you did this to yourself.."
Then proceeds to attach themselves to their leg and won't let go and will only loud repeat the word "PLEASE!" Until the skeleton agrees to their demands lol
Can it be the main 10 plz
Undertale Sans - Fine. You leave him no other choice. He spreads his arms like an eagle and lets himself fall backward. He crashes on your back in a broken Lego sound. Now what? You're both on the ground. What did you learn from this?
Undertale Papyrus - So that's what Undyne felt that day he attached to her leg to beg her to let her inside the Royal Guard. Damn. He's having an existential crisis right now. Anyway, it's still no. He uses your head as a lever to get his leg back then he sprints and jumps by the window so you don't go after him.
Underswap Sans - He's pulling on his leg with despair. He's too small and light to drag you. He's completely stuck. Desperate, he tries using the sad guilty eyes to force you to let you go but you know that trick too well now. Urgh. FINE. He'll do it, you beat him.
Underswap Papyrus - He tries to free himself but he's too clumsy and only succeeds in face-planting into the ground. He stays there, the face buried into the floor. He can't do what you want for him if he's dead. He's dead. He's more patient than you anyway so you will get bored before he is.
Underfell Sans - He slowly kneels in front of you and gently takes your chin in his hand, like he's going to kiss you. He then brings his big head close and whispers a lovely "go to hell." before taking advantage of your visible confusion to trash his leg until you let go and sprint into his room, closing the door in your face and locking it. AH! What you're going to do now, uh?
Underfell Papyrus - He ignores you and keeps walking, dragging you across the floor. That's two hours now. You're in the middle of the street, everyone is looking at you, but you are both too stubborn to give up. That's going to be a long day.
Horrortale Sans - He picks you up like a potato bag and throws you above his shoulder so you can't stop him from walking. You struggle angrily but you underestimate Oak's stubbornness. You're not getting down before a few hours. He's going to carry you around like this whether you want it or not. You played, you lost. Deal with it.
Horrortale Papyrus - He sighs loudly and rolls his eyes at your behavior. That's not fair. He can't bend over to unattach you. You're cheating. But that's fine. He starts to walk with you tied to his ankle and he's walking with determination towards the cow enclosure, full of poop on the floor. We'll see who's going to win this game.
Swapfell Sans - He hisses and trashes around to make you let go. Since you're not letting go, he bites your arm with his very sharp teeth, forcing you to let go. What? You did that to yourself, you said it. Now go whine and leave him to enjoy his coffee in peace.
Swapfell Papyrus - Oh, the game is on. He drags you to the bathroom and locks the door. He then switches on the shower with cold water and he waits. He can't feel the temperature. You on the other hand… He's patient. You'll give up before him.
Fellswap Gold Sans - He's judging you so hard right now. He's staring at you, clearly cringed out. But that's fine. He starts to walk, making sure your head meets his high heels every time. We'll see who's going to hold on longer.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - But noooooo. Coffee starts to whine, frustrated, and then he just flops on the floor. He's not moving, you're not moving. ... Does that mean you can cuddle with him now? You say no. Oh :( Well, too bad. He's staying there anyway.
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