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first date scenarios for the boys of your choice?

Awww hell yeah, I can think of a few scenarios! I decided to use Vanilla, Red, Saint, and Dust! Enjoy them below, I wanted to take the time to think about what suits each of them most!! I had fun, so I hope you do too! If you want any more, don't be shy to ask for any other Sans or Papyri(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Vanilla:

He is such a dork, but he's good at picking a first date. He wanted something simple, personal, and cheap. So, he invites you to go stargazing with him one night, but he offers to go somewhere he has in mind. Atop of a hill, there he has a picnic blanket filled with snacks and drinks for the two of you. Hes never been the type to plan a date, but this was something he wanted to set up for you since he wants to prove that he's serious. He's cracking jokes, guiding you to lay down and stargaze as the two of you enjoy a romantic time. He's pointing at constellations, offering you his jacket, and poorly flirting with you since he can't stop blushing and getting shy. The night would grow late but the two of you can get to talking about personal things, and he's feeling more comfortable with you to the point he's opening up about himself. You've known him for awhile but this was your first official date ever since you two took forever to confess. You can just see the way his eyelights dilate and shape into hearts as he asks to hold your hand. The night is sweet, and he takes you home when you start getting tired

Red:

Bless his soul, he's not really a romantic. Still, he was quick to take note when he heard you throw a comment about how nice it would be to be taken out sometimes. Pitch scolded him to take you somewhere because he knows Red would be lazy, which isn't wrong. Instead, he gets creative. He offers that the two of you go thrift shopping together, picking each other's outfits before straight up going to the mall. Both outfits are awful, the two of you giggling the whole time as he's feeling better that he's able to make sure the both of you have fun. You're both in the photo booth, eating bad mall food, and buying stupid things. He's not good with formal dates so this made things so much easier for him. By the end of it, you're both having a genuinely good time and he's even blushing after you kiss his cheek

Saint:

He's not a planner, let alone a romantic skeleton. To him, whatever you like works for him. However, when he picked up that you wanted a date, he panicked a little internally. He's not grand like the others, so he's going to others for advice. It's actually Red that helped him by asking what you both enjoy. Well, you both like food! So, his first date would be at home for one. He's not good at large events or fancy things, but he offers that the two of you cook dinner together and enjoy watching a movie marathon. He would start by getting the others out of the house and the two of you could work together making dinner and dessert. He's messing with you occasionally, staring at you, awkwardly complimenting you, or listening to you talk about whatever you're interested in, small things like that. Once that's done he would have made a nest on the floor of blankets and pillows, cuddling into you and practically purring as he gets to play with your hair while your eyes are glued to the screen. It's simple, cozy, and he's making sure you're laying on top of him when you eventually fall asleep together. He hopes he did a good enough job for a first date

Dust:

He's a quiet skeleton, a reserved figure. However, he actually went to you when you mentioned going to an aquarium with him some time. He's never been, and he silently lets you know that he's willing to go in order to see what it's like. He's listening to the playlist you have on in the car and you see that he's actually enjoying it by how he's tapping his foot and nodding his head. He doesn't complain when you take his hand, guiding him inside before you both are eventually inside. You've never seen him so still when he's shown the beautiful sea creatures, his frame glued to watching them before you coax him to see the next sight. You're holding his hand and you feel him squeeze it when you ask if he's liking it. To your surprise, he pulls out a very delicate but simple necklace he bought before the date, and you feel his phalanges placing it around your neck. He's a lot closer to you, his hands resting on your shoulders when he's done and admiring how it looks. You hear him mutter something, and when you ask what he says he pulls you into a very tender hug and simply just says. "Thank you for taking me today," And the rest of the date goes smoothly even if it was spent where he was listening to you explain things to him. It was a very special date to him, and he's blushing under his hood when you both go home. He didn't want to tell you that he actually said how you look just so pretty in the lighting of the aquarium wearing that necklace he gave you. No, that's too embarrassing, and he's too scary to be saying stuff like that, right? Right...?

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You have very pretty art that reminds me of troli gummies and peach rings I need to eat it. Sorry man it's the law

The previously dormant Undertale demon within me is suddenly and inexplicably restless… anyway my top two favs be upon ye! The Pap and the Ton….

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do you have any soulmate au headcanons for any characters? Maybe for powder if you do? 🥺

Also do have you a Kofi or anything for tips?

Oh I sure do! I have plenty, but with such a kind request for Powder, I can write some down here while I'm working on a writing for Stretch! As a treat, I'll even add two other Sanses teehee

And no, I do not, simply because it's never occurred to me! Maybe one day, but I honestly love just having people interacting and asking things like this! It makes me happy and motivates me. Please keep asking questions if you have them, they just make my day twice as better. Enjoy the headcanons below!! :-))

Powder:

- He wasn't sure what it was when he first met you, but he was quick to detect that you were someone he wanted to befriend.

- His guard is lowered in your presence, and he's content with this information. After all, you're just so...good to be around

- He is a bit more protective of you than he realizes, especially when he sees you talking with someone that he doesn't like

- Every small, minuscule touch you give is something that sends jolts through him, and it excites him. He tends to even find ways just to feel contact with you

- He doesn't notice how shy and nervous he gets around you, but when it's pointed out he'll act like it's nonsense. He's just so giddy around you and shy, his confidence wavers in your presence

- Please, if you're stressed about something, he'll handle it for you. He wants to take care of you, pamper you even with words of affirmation. No one as wonderful as you should feel incompetent or bad about something when you simply need someone to support you

- He's oblivious to how he feels for most of the time up until he realizes that he likes you, but he won't take initiative since he doesn't want to scare you or ruin anything. He won't even mention soulmates to you, let alone comment on things that could imply that he's thinking about you romantically

Carmine:

- He's very in tune with his emotions and when he felt that first wave of attraction, he thought that something was wrong with him. His soul just tugged right against his ribcage and he knew something was off

- He's more guarded around you because he doesn't like losing control of his emotions, and he tends to keep his distance at first since that's his biggest defense. However, when you are around? His stress feels lighter and his body feels fuzzy

- He's the quickest to be defensive for you about something, protective to the degree he is with Rus. His soul tells him that it can trust what you say, and he's willing to listen to his soul on the matter. Even if he throws quick quips at someone, he'll intimidate them in order to make someone not bother you anymore

- He's already standoffish about touch, but the first time your hand placed itself on his shoulder in consolation and concern, that feeling was there again and he feels nervous about how addicting the sensation is. He won't ever pull away, but he won't initiate it and he gets more unsure when it's not just the two of you

- He wants to know more about you, try to figure out why he feels so good around you. He's so oblivious even if he's one of the quickest to detect that you clearly have a sway on him and his emotions. He won't bring up soulmates to you, but it's something he analyzes so hard about

Razz:

- Like Powder, he's going to find ways to stop you from getting overworked. He'll scold you if you push yourself too hard and he'll finish tasks for you even if you insist that you can do it yourself. He's capable and subconsciously he feels that he should show you that fact as a way to let you rely on him more

- He felt disoriented when meeting you, as if you were a balm to the chaos of his soul and mind. He always falters in your presence and you have the ability to suddenly get him to listen

- He made it obvious he wanted to be around you, going so far as to outright shove the other Sanses in order to get closer

- A touch from you is a breath within his nonexistent lungs. Not quite a jolt, but something that feels cold and warm all at once. He's addicted to it, and he's much more open about touching you when he can and when you allow it. He's almost needy

- He's been made fun of for being on his best behavior when you're around, but he was quick to realize why he feels this way around you. He's not as obsessive about why he feels a certain way in comparison to Carmine, even if he denies it for awhile, and so he's able to guess that you're...his. This is why he wants to be good for you

- He will be outright nasty to anyone that bothers you, confronting them and demanding that they apologize. You don't deserve that treatment, and he's going to make them see that

- He's definitely the jealous type, but he gets embarrassed about it since he already struggles with how he feels so much for you. He won't ever confess his feelings unless you coax it out of him, and even then he's frustrated with himself. Still, he'll apologize if he sees that he's upsetting you. He's not the best at it, but he'll try. For you.

Yoooo mango loco is one of the best!!! Glad to see it get more love! Any foods or drinks you absolutely despise?

Oh god don't even get me started. I hate HATE HATE PICKLES. The scent, the sight, the taste, the absolute DISGUSTING TEXTURE. Seeing pickles on a burger I ordered without the slimy, disgusting item makes me want to cry I can TASTE the pickle even when removing it. No pickle is a good pickle, I'd beat one up if it was a person. Such vile, disgusting burdens upon this world

Any favorite foods or drinks?

My favorite drinks would have to be peach soda or monster energy drinks! Papillon, Rosa, and Mango are my favorites.

As for food? I really love Thai food and overall Asian cuisine even if that means having to look for authentic restaurants around my town :-))

that’s… certainly is a list…

Anyways, what’s your favorite sea entity (animal)

I LOVE SHARKS I WOULD BE A SHARK IF I COULD BUT ALSO ELLYFISH JELLYFISH JEYLLY FISH JELLY FISH I LOVE JELLYFISH THEYRE SO PRETTY AND MAJESTIC AND WEIRD AND I WSNT TO BE ONE IF IM EVER REINCARNATED ‼️‼️‼️🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈

what’s your favorite song?

Ough this is such a hard question. I have a lot that have impacted me, but if I were to say a current favorite it'd be either Again and Again by the bird and the bee or Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike! It's so hard to pick but these two are on loop atm. Hope this helped answer you!

I desire asks and weird questions, getting to know someone or having a request for something is so fun, especially as a person who likes headcanons or writing requests. Ask me weird stuff I'll try my best to answer as long as it's not weird💥

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

Loud and clear y'all, I'm now going to ask one more thing from you guys.

Which trope should I write about him and reader?

Final dump of doodles

Last dump for the doodles and then I'm posting about Swap Papyrus since the voters chose him for sacrifi- a special post for x reader 🤭

Anyways!!!! Enjoy

Fun fact, I messed up the hands so badly that when I got to Wine, I lost my shit because it was done so poorly. I refuse to let anyone see what a horrible mistake his hand has become, so you guys get mine

More Doodles

This is it, my collection of actual doodles that aren't just scrambled notes. whoohoooooo! One more post of art and then it's gone forever🫶‼️

Okay thank you for looking🫡

Doodles

Had to work up the courage to post because haters(me) want to see a bad bitch(also me) fail

Here's some doodles I have, I plan to post some more too :-)

MOTHERFUCIER IT GLITCHED IT GLITCHED NAOOOUUUYRRRR.

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Vote here please

Have a clay heart I made for your troubles

Have a clay heart I made for your troubles

Teeth

Just some Rus x Reader

CW: some suggestive stuff :-)

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"You're a weirdo, y'know that right?” “Shhh, I'm not! I'm just curious, is all!” “mhm,”

Rus’ response was promptly cut off at the feeling of your hands touching his mouth. He had sharp teeth, uniquely shaped in comparison to the others inside the home. And, since you both are so comfortable with one another, you asked to explore them. Little weirdo.

He felt your hands prying his lower jaw open, the pad of your thumbs pressing against the tip of each edge of each special tooth. Your eyes were wide as you tilted your head and adjusted his skull to your will, his jaw slack so as to not accidentally bite down on you. “Hold still,”

He hums but does not listen, his eyes averted as he feels his head leaning into your hands. “Hey, I said hold still,” He once again hums, muttering, “m’sorry,” He lied, of course, only to feel your eyes glaring up at him half-heartedly. You went back to looking at his teeth as you traced an outline on the golden tooth he had, your eyes dilated.

He couldn't help but focus on those eyes of yours, your face, your touch. He didn't want to admit that he was quite comfortable with feeling your hands so close to his mouth, so he kept that weird feeling down. You were so pretty, he was starting to blush more heavily now.

Your other hand placed itself on his shoulder, your grip there to not accidentally fall into him as he patiently sat on the couch and you stood over him. “So cool,” he heard you mumble, and he couldn't help but snort as his shoulders were jostled.

His phalanges, as sharp as they were, barely dug into your skin as he was careful to hold them in place. His tongue rolled out and bumped against the softness of your flesh, and Rus swore he felt you flinch. He wasn't going to be so bold as to mess with you completely like Cash would, but it was tempting. He was too shy to do that though, and instead he grinned when you recoiled with a look of partial disgust.

“Ewww!”

He felt his smile form into a wider one as he suppressed laughing, if not only a little bit. He liked to mess with you, at least a little. He leaned forward, faking out that he was going to lick your face as you yanked your face away. “What's the matter, darlin', hm? Ya don't want a little lovin?” “Eugh- you're gross-! Wait- ew, don't you dare-!”

He snorted, and he knew that he distracted you enough to not notice how he had almost got too excited. Too excited. When he finally managed to lazily pull you closer with ease, he had already rolled his tongue back as the smell of maple and cigarettes pooled around the two of you. “Sorry, m'sorry,” He laughed, even if he only partially meant it. He didn't want you too mad at him now.

You weren't even commenting as he pulled you to sit on his lap, which he found delightful. He quickly wrapped you up inside his large, black coat as he felt you adjusting to straddle his legs as he leaned back onto the couch. “No you're not,” You huffed, which only let him snicker as a result.

“Well I do mean it, darlin', I do,” He replied, arms looped around you as he clung onto you, feeling your face not quite lean on him entirely due to your suspicion that he would probably try to lick you again. “Liar,” “only a little,” He finally got you to laugh a little at that, seeing your chest deflate as you let go of your half-hearted disgust. He liked to see that smile of yours, the unique way your lips curved and the way your teeth bared slightly.

“I knew it,” you claimed, and he simply hummed as he felt your hands move to comfortably drape over his chest. He reached for the remote, quick to throw something on as his eyes drifted away from looking at you so intently. He was happy that you were spending time with him today after being so distracted from the others, and even if he originally planned for something different to happen, he was happy that he got you to finally relax with him. He was a simple skeleton after all, no?

You drew,,,drew the cat,,, you're soooOOOOOOO-....

(i showed it off to my friends and partner, you're so cool and awesome omg thwnk youb)

UHIOUASSFHUIEWHDIO killer sans. Please.

I didn't know what exactly to put, but I brewed something up as some x reader! If you want some more Killer don't be afraid to ask for specifics! Thank you for being my mutual and for reblogging me for stuff, you're so cool. I hope you like the gift, I haven't written something about Killer before! Enjo

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“What's the matter, doll? Do you not like it?”

He was cruel, or at least was supposed to be.

You felt his hand pressing against the small of your back as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. You said nothing, your eyes dragging away to meet his sockets. You could see the faint white outline of what was his eyelight flickering, faltering.

You didn't have time to say anything as you were pulled off your feet, resting limp in his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. His phalanges traced around your tummy, rubbing them sweetly as he tilted his head with a wavering smile. You could tell that he was nervous.

What was in your hands was a stuffed animal, small and soft. A gift, he said, that reminded him of you. You felt your eyes water slightly as your fingers pressed into the cats cheeks, your lips parting. When was the last time you have been given a gift?

“Woah, hey, are you crying?” Killer's voice dragged your attention back to him as you looked at him. You could see the smears of black on his cheekbones seem faded as he must've wiped it away to keep the cat plush clean for you. He pulled out some tissues, something he always kept, and he handed it to you.

“I didn't think you'd cry! Did I do something wrong, doll?” “No,” your voice was shaky as you accepted the tissue, only barely using it before you promptly pressed your face against his chest. You could feel the way his bones stuttered beneath the weight momentarily, caught off guard.

“I-I really like it, thank you,” Your voice wavered as you pulled the stuffed animal to your chest, clinging onto it as you tried your best to hide your embarrassment. You didn't see his expression since you were hiding your own, but you felt his hands slowly wrapping around you as you felt the tension in his bones ebb away.

You heard the chuckle he let out as he nuzzled his face into your hair and felt the small spark of magic he must've used to kiss the top of your head. One of his hands trailed up to cup your cheek, squishing the warm flesh as he coaxed you to look up at him. “Thank the stars that you do, I would've had to kiss you better if you didn't,”

You snorted slightly, feeling him lean forward as he peppered your cheeks with small kisses. You felt that your face was dipped in warmth, flush as your teary eyes remained. “Then why are you kissing me now?” “Because I still plan to kiss you, is all,” He cooed mischievously, a smirk forming.

You wanted to throw a retort back at him, to joke about how he must really like kissing you to make so many excuses. However, you felt your eyes widen when he pressed a tender kiss against the softness of your lips. It wasn't his usual type of kiss, something so tender was reserved for a skeleton like him. You softened the same way he did as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing under your eyes as he wiped away a stray tear.

“You're evil,” “Guilty as charged,”

You couldn't tell that he was more nervous than he let on, even if the signs were subtly there. He was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but seeing you get emotional just opened his mind to more possibilities. You're too sweet for him, he wants to just spoil you until you're just as rotten as he is. Instead, he said nothing about his plans, and he remained content with being able to just hold you as he felt your weight shifting to rely on him.

He liked when you relied on him.

Fallen Down into Deaths Embrace.

Okay,,,,so I finally cracked and threw in my towel by writing a Reaper Sans x reader fic for the first time. For context, reader isn't a normal person and is in a place similar to the void, which explains some things within the snippet of a writing I've been dabbling in. Anything written in () btw is for you to understand what's being said.

CW: light descriptions of vomiting, injury, blood, and of the sorts. It's not super descriptive, but I still wanted to plant it here. Stay safe loves

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Beyond the blistering anguish, you realized something. Maybe it was the smell of scorched cloth and bones, or the rough earth beneath your crumpled body hurting your delicate skin. But, it finally dawned on you at that moment that you were truly and utterly alone. 

Where did everything go wrong? 

This new sensation felt foreign to you, it felt…unwelcoming. How could this have happened to you? It seemed like your chest would burst, your tongue heavy as vomit tickled the back of your throat. You didn’t think that your very bones would make you tremble, the feeling of being hot and cold all at once disorienting.

It felt overwhelming and nauseating to even think, let alone understand everything that happened to you. It felt like even the smallest twitch from your muscles would send you wanting to sob again. That the smallest of movements would lead you into excruciating pain. But, you had nothing to give, not anymore. Your throat felt raw and scratched, struggling to inhale the ash infecting your skin as you helplessly submitted to a coughing fit.

Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body curled in as much as it could. Your environment did not show you any mercy as you clawed at your sides. You screwed your eyes shut, ash fluttering near your eyelashes as you fought against it from nestling itself in your eyes. This sucked. 

Why did you do it? It felt like those rings around the back of your head mocked you, your skull ringing. This sight before you, as blurred as it was, was wrong. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong. Your body doesn’t look like this. Not this pathetic sight, no. But you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know. 

You could already picture the way you wanted to ruin the ones that caused your disheveled state, as shameful as it was. This brought a laugh out of you, but not a pleasant one. It died quickly as you regretted it, coughing once again as you swore that blood was now on your hand.

Would those Gods laugh at you now? Would the sight of you bring a good chuckle or hysterical fit with them? Or a pity party since they ruined your life. Maybe that was all you were good for now. You were no longer worth much of anything, anymore. A forgotten memory now. 

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off, however, by the screams clawing past that ringing and now finally echoing behind your eyes as you internally screamed. Oh, yes, that's right. There weren't the only ones you loved around to help you now. What embraced you instead was the dented crater your body made and the scent of burnt vomit stimulating your senses. 

It was once so bright, where did that warmth and light go? You already knew the answer, your bloody and dusted clothes feeling so tattered beneath the cracks of your fingers. You didn’t have the pleasure of knowing what would happen to you for everything that happened. So when it eventually crashed in your face, you felt bitter and regretful. You were too blinded by rage, and your temper got the better of you.

Well, that sure helped you in the long run, didn’t it? 

Your temper sure wasn’t helping your flooded migraine either. If you thought any longer it felt like you would combust. If only you could do something about it. If only you weren’t stuck here, punished for the sins you’ve committed. If only you were given a swift erase. The sense of dread built inside of you only worsened as the waves of hatred and wrath overwhelmed you.

You would have mistaken them as your own, but you knew that your rage wasn’t the same as this. Or it shouldn't be, at least. You knew better, the urge to sob from everything being too much since you knew that this anger was in fact only yours. If being stuck in this black emptiness was what you were going to endure now, you shifted your thoughts to focus on that fact. Would the loneliness torment you, or your grief?

You felt…determined to not let what happened to you occur again. Not like you would have the chance to, anyways, as you were stuck down here. You couldn’t even do much down here, let alone understand what would happen to you. 

Nothing can protect you down here now, except for yourself. Lord only knows if you’ll have the chance to build your strength back up, though. It was impossible to know, maybe you’d endure the worst of the worst before disintegrating into nothing.

As if your mind was reeled in by a fish hook, the smell of…something sweet invites itself into your senses. It was a strong contrast to your environment, and it only made you feel dizzier as you struggled to look up. Whatever it was, you tried not to curse under your breath.

Your body stiffened, gagging slightly as you winced from the attempt to move. Managing a shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. You could already guess that you would be face to face with something like this inevitably, but you didn’t think that it would be so soon. If you had some strength to you, at least you would’ve had a chance to fight.

How cruel the Gods were, to not even spare you peace of mind. You heard the sound of light steps hitting gravel as they approached, the smell only becoming stronger the closer they neared. At least this seemed to overwhelm your pain, if only the slightest. If this soul had even the most minor sense of mercy, maybe you could go painlessly. 

Something seemed to graze against your cheek, cold yet smooth like porcelain. 

Was that... You felt the thumb of their hand rub your cheek hesitantly as if testing your reaction. You only winced in response, your eyes forcing themselves to stay shut. Almost tenderly, another hand scooped to the other side of your face as they lifted your head. 

You attempted to open your eyes finally, your breath quickening. They soon widened, however, as you stared at the figure before you. He was beautifully terrifying, that was the only way you could describe him. With wide sockets and gentle eyelights that felt so comforting in this horrid place, it was hard to look away. It was funny really, seeing as he looked just like a skeleton. You should've questioned your descriptions, if you could even place why his gaze felt so comforting in the first place.

His sockets were pronounced with a light blue eyeliner, eyelights a very faint white of a creamy pearl. There was silver jewelry on his phalanges as they clinked together,  Even if you could hardly make out anything about his outfit, you could see the fine clothing fitting his frame perfectly of black robes and silk. Yet, you found yourself struggling to find the finer details as his gloved hands moved your head to look at him.

Even if he was crouched down before you, now taking in your state, it was obvious he was much taller when standing. Almost inhumanly tall, though that wasn’t saying much. You already knew where you were, but this didn't ease the ball of fear still dwelling inside your chest. His eyes were studying you, silent. You didn't care though not when your eyes locked with what was behind him. Wings, so soft and white, a harsh contrast. There had to at least be six of them, folded only partially before they stretched out wide around you.

You could hardly muster a word before your body betrayed you, your body buffering as it once more released another coughing hazard in his direction. He stiffened, if only slightly as he tilted his head up to avoid spit hitting his face. He set you back down, sliding you back on the ground with minor struggle as he pulled away. "....u're…ot…supposed…be…ere…re you?” (You're not supposed to be here, are you?)

Tears stung your eyes and you only slightly felt confused as he started unclipping part of his robes. His movements were languid, yet precise as he finally released a soft sigh at the extra layer of clothing no longer restricting his movements. He seemed to be muttering something, but you were too disoriented to understand him. 

His shoulders slacked as you felt a weight press into you. His coat instantly looked dirtier, blood and dirt tainting it as you took fistfuls of the coat close. It instantly brought a sense of comfort, and you pulled it closer to you without much thought. You instantly were enveloped with the smell of rain and something akin to fresh earth.

He seemed content with himself as he started tucking the coat around you. You didn’t like to admit it, but now that you felt less exposed with the coat over you, you didn’t seem to pay much attention to what he was doing. You could only do so much as your face buried itself in the softness and warmth of the polyester under your cracked fingers.

You tried to make out what he was muttering, but he seemed to have stopped as you suddenly felt something firm wrap securely around your body. You could hardly struggle, let alone understand that he was now lifting you into his arms. 

He softly hushed your croaks of complaint, your vision slowly growing fuzzy around the edges of your sight. There seemed to now be gentleness in his eyes as he pressed you closer to his chest. One arm was wrapped underneath you, the other looped over as his hand rested on your shoulder as he started to stand. 

Almost immediately, your hands moved forward as you pathetically tried to move away from him. Even as he held you, your hand moved to his chest and pushed as you bit down on your tongue. It was pointless, though. He hardly budged, only squeezing you closer to him as his voice reached your ears. He looked at you almost sympathetically, but he stood either way. 

“Shh….ts…ay….keep-...afe,” (Shh, it's okay, I'll keep you safe.)

Now that he was standing, he swiftly moved the coat over you and started to move forward. It was a strange feeling, his tall stature almost alarming as your eyes looked down. He had to be at least 7-8 feet tall, and his body seemed to float as he moved quickly as he kept speaking. Something something something or whatever, it wasn't your top priority at the moment though.

You had given up fighting, your body going limp as you tried to hold onto whatever you had left of your consciousness. He felt warm pressed against you, one arm moving over you comfortingly as he rubbed your body. It wasn't in any way doing much for you nonetheless, only feeling numb from the previous pain inflicted on you. After trying to grab at the slipping thoughts in your mind, you tried your best to speak. 

Well, as best as you could anyway. The ringing in your ears refused to leave you alone as you barely felt your throat speak. You must have said something because he immediately looked down, tilting his head slightly. He faltered, if only for a moment before he stopped walking altogether. You must have spoken loudly enough though, which was something.

“...oul…ctured…ease….eep,” (your soul looks fractured, please get some sleep) It hurt, it really did. You were gasping to regain your breath, though it feels like every breath you took set your ribs on fire. Your mind was going blank, so you blink again, hearing other noises but not currently making sense of any of them. You wince a little as he speaks again. It feels uncomfortable and weird in his hold, but you're really in no condition nor do you have the will to fight it. 

Stars above, you're really tired. 

The fuzziness in your vision grew as your eyes fluttered shut. He did feel…nice, comforting to some extent. You had sunken more into the coat wrapped around you and felt lightheaded as you could hear your raspy breath over the faint sounds of what seemed to be a soft hush that mimicked actual speaking. And finally, you let your body succumb to sleep. What else could you do, anyway?

You poor thing, but don't fret. Reaper will make sure to take care of you, little dove.

Reaper Sans

He doesn't want much, just forever. I really love him, actually. I wish he was given a proper love. Headcanons for him below

Official Height: Varies but usually 7'2

Nihilist

Quiet, perceptive, reserved, responsible, weary, patient, curious, cautious, cynical, remorseful, distrustful, pessimistic, well mannered, reflective, and ruthless

A God of Death

His job is to reap souls that are persistent about avoiding death

Cannot touch anything that's alive, as it dies

It's implied that he hates his job

Keeps tabs on Killer and Nightmare

He is lonely, only visiting his brother sometimes since they're always so busy

I like to think he hums to himself a lot

Watches mundane activities or objects wistfully

Often found observing gardens but never touching anything

Found terrifying and ominous to others, I think he encourages it to avoid making connections

His weapon is a chain linked pair of two scythes. Uses the chain to bind runners

Has multiple wings, but often has two large ones at will

Usually has no eyelights unless using magic

Can transform into a crow to spy on others

He finds fate mostly stupid, especially since he hates that it's "fate" that he can't touch what is alive without killing it

He has an hourglass for each soul

Can float around and prefers to around others, especially since it makes him feel cool

Air and life grows cold in his presence

Candles often extinguish in his presence

Secretly, he is a romantic

Often wistfully looks at the moon, his love, for it never leaves him and is as cold as he is

Was once gifted a glass flower, it stays in his inventory

His magic is a light blue to white, whispy and milky to the color

Often visits souls who are close to their time, even going so far as to visit when they're toeing the line in moments they're unaware that their life is at risk

He hates those who waste their lives away, doing nothing with their gifts

His magic smells of rain over a garden

He hates that the other Gods make his job harder during battles, especially since most of those lives didn't deserve to die so quickly

Morally grey, he has done things that others find heartless

He can spend hours sniffing candles and perfumes, he just loves different scents

His magic weakens in life's presence

When the tree of emotions died, he mourned her death secretly while watching Nightmare mourn as well while Dream had visions of him while a statue

Sings during a hunt

He finds a thrill in chasing others when they're afraid, usually using banter despite their reluctance or fear

Closing Notes: i just think hes neat, he doesn't have a playlist I made for him that makes me insane or anything.

Me:

UHIOUASSFHUIEWHDIO killer sans. Please.

I didn't know what exactly to put, but I brewed something up as some x reader! If you want some more Killer don't be afraid to ask for specifics! Thank you for being my mutual and for reblogging me for stuff, you're so cool. I hope you like the gift, I haven't written something about Killer before! Enjo

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“What's the matter, doll? Do you not like it?”

He was cruel, or at least was supposed to be.

You felt his hand pressing against the small of your back as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. You said nothing, your eyes dragging away to meet his sockets. You could see the faint white outline of what was his eyelight flickering, faltering.

You didn't have time to say anything as you were pulled off your feet, resting limp in his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. His phalanges traced around your tummy, rubbing them sweetly as he tilted his head with a wavering smile. You could tell that he was nervous.

What was in your hands was a stuffed animal, small and soft. A gift, he said, that reminded him of you. You felt your eyes water slightly as your fingers pressed into the cats cheeks, your lips parting. When was the last time you have been given a gift?

“Woah, hey, are you crying?” Killer's voice dragged your attention back to him as you looked at him. You could see the smears of black on his cheekbones seem faded as he must've wiped it away to keep the cat plush clean for you. He pulled out some tissues, something he always kept, and he handed it to you.

“I didn't think you'd cry! Did I do something wrong, doll?” “No,” your voice was shaky as you accepted the tissue, only barely using it before you promptly pressed your face against his chest. You could feel the way his bones stuttered beneath the weight momentarily, caught off guard.

“I-I really like it, thank you,” Your voice wavered as you pulled the stuffed animal to your chest, clinging onto it as you tried your best to hide your embarrassment. You didn't see his expression since you were hiding your own, but you felt his hands slowly wrapping around you as you felt the tension in his bones ebb away.

You heard the chuckle he let out as he nuzzled his face into your hair and felt the small spark of magic he must've used to kiss the top of your head. One of his hands trailed up to cup your cheek, squishing the warm flesh as he coaxed you to look up at him. “Thank the stars that you do, I would've had to kiss you better if you didn't,”

You snorted slightly, feeling him lean forward as he peppered your cheeks with small kisses. You felt that your face was dipped in warmth, flush as your teary eyes remained. “Then why are you kissing me now?” “Because I still plan to kiss you, is all,” He cooed mischievously, a smirk forming.

You wanted to throw a retort back at him, to joke about how he must really like kissing you to make so many excuses. However, you felt your eyes widen when he pressed a tender kiss against the softness of your lips. It wasn't his usual type of kiss, something so tender was reserved for a skeleton like him. You softened the same way he did as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing under your eyes as he wiped away a stray tear.

“You're evil,” “Guilty as charged,”

You couldn't tell that he was more nervous than he let on, even if the signs were subtly there. He was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but seeing you get emotional just opened his mind to more possibilities. You're too sweet for him, he wants to just spoil you until you're just as rotten as he is. Instead, he said nothing about his plans, and he remained content with being able to just hold you as he felt your weight shifting to rely on him.

He liked when you relied on him.

I got struck with the realization that I'm a writer. I am a fan of almost any cringe fanfic trope. I like silly headcanons. That means,,,, I can do whatever I want,,,,hehehehehehehe

I'm in tears I wanted the silly weird one ohhh NOOOO😭😭😭(thank you for adding me to your reblogs btw, i love you. If you can see this @alexsorsis please tell me your favorite skeleton from the AU's! I'd love to see you send me an ask so I can write a little gift for you :)) )

@vamppiko PLEAAAASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JOIN THE FUN :D

Saw this going around twitter, looked like fun. What? I'm not procrastinating (I am, I really am)

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz

Post the results side-by-side. No pressure tags: @alypink, @revnah1406, @madefordvarka, @deadbranch, @welldonekhushi, @kaitaiga, @applbottmjeens, @froglights-and-pearls

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!!

I'm a little late but I wish everyone a safe, happy, and lovely pride month. No matter your sexuality, you are loved, and I hope you all stay safe pookies. Remember, from me to you, I love you (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Please please please do you have any other headcanons or scenarios or absolutely anything with Powder? I love your interpretation of him so much!!! The falling in love stuff just HHHHHHHRGH my heart, you have no idea. You have such a lovely gift for writing and I'm excited to see more of it, no matter who or what you write about. Thank you so so much!!

AAHHH YES I DO HAVE STUFF!! THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM!!! Thank you so much for the compliment, that made my day and I'm giggling teehee.

Hmmm, I've thought about this for awhile, so I hope you enjoy! The scenario is just Powder comforting reader when they're feeling left out! It's short, but I found it cute

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"ARE YOU OKAY?"

The words slip past his teeth before he could think, but it seems to be so natural of him to ask. Your focus is quickly plucked away by his voice, so soothing and calm. It's a shame that he asked, especially right now. Oh stars above, you wished you didn't want to cry.

"yeah! Y-yeah I'm....I'm fine, why do you ask?"

You sound as stupid as you feel, and you can tell Powder noticed the way you stuttered immediately. You've never been good at hiding your feelings from him, but you still tried, even if he was looking at you with a scrunched up brow. "ARE YOU SURE?"

"Of course! Seriously, I'm fine, hah-! I was just zoning out."

You try again, this time your lips curving into a false smile as you let out a laugh that felt too forceful. He doesn't answer you, his gaze flickering over to the side. He doesn't have to say anything to know that he recognizes that tone of voice you're using. It's the same one he's used dozens of times before, and the same one he'll use again in the future.

And yet, you see that his furrowed brow eases somewhat, a flicker of softness amidst your turmoil. You're feeling left out, aren't you? His frown slips into a tender smile, and you feel an arm wrap around you as you're pulled against his side. You can't help but shudder against his touch, as subtle as a sensation it was.

"OKAY," He says, the word slow and off-putting on his tongue. He didn't want to let it go, but he was going to for your sake. "DO YOU MIND IF I SIT WITH YOU THEN?" The question is innocent enough, and none of the others paid enough attention to either of you to see the way his phalanges gently rub your arm.

He hears the subtle, shaky breath that escapes you, feels the subtly of your body melting against his side. "N-No, I don't mind. Not at all," you mutter, and your head eases against his chest as his touch trails to rub your shoulder.

In times like these, you couldn't help but appreciate when he noticed that something was wrong, even if you weren't ready to admit it. He didn't pry, not too much, and you appreciated that. He looked at you as his phalanges traced patterns on your shoulder, down your back as he could find all the points of tension in your joints.

"GOOD," He mumbled, "I WAS STARTING TO GROW BORED WHEN I NOTICED YOU WEREN'T PARTICIPATING WITH US." That statement sounded so sincere, and you didn't want to admit how that made a tugging sensation develop in your chest. You looked up at him, and your voice came out strained as you felt a flicker of softness. "Yeah?" "OF COURSE,"

He coaxes you to stand up as he turns to the others, and you don't pay too much attention to what he says as he seems to be making an excuse. You see some of the others glance in your direction with concern, mainly Carmine, who gave you a pointed look, but you just nod your head and he let's it go.

By the time the two of you are walking off outside of the house, you feel slightly dazed since you weren't in the best of moods. He took your hand in his own, and you followed him as he approached the parked vehicles outside. This caused your face to contort, confused. "What are we doing?"

He turns to look at you for a moment, before he turns his skull back to where his motorcycle is parked. The sleek, blue exterior was inviting, but you still were reluctant. "I'M GOING TO TAKE YOU OUT ON A DRIVE, IS ALL!" He promptly stated, as if it were obvious. "YOU NEED TO GET SOME AIR, YOU HAVEN'T REALLY LEFT THE HOUSE IN AWHILE, AND I CAN TELL YOU NEED TO."

You give him an incredulous look, but he looks serious. "I'm fine, really I am..." "TRUST ME, JUST LET ME TAKE YOU INTO TOWN FOR A BIT. I PROMISE THAT THE MOMENT YOU WANT TO GO HOME, WE CAN, OKAY?" He's already grabbing his helmet, but he's placing it over your head as he speaks. His eyelights lock with yours, and you see how they dilate as he tilts his head at you.

He's speaking a bit more softly for you, and you know that he's not stupid. He wants to distract you for a bit. You want to tell him again that really, you're fine. Sure, you felt left out today. And sure, you've been sort of out of it since you've struggled leaving the house the past few days. But then again...

"You promise?"

"PROMISE."

He nods his head vigorously, letting you adjust the helmet as his smile grows twice as big. You can't help but want him to take initiative, and you appreciate that he's doing just that. You both knew that you needed it, and that the fresh air was going to make you feel better.

You let out a huff of a laugh despite yourself, but he's already helping you get on the motorcycle as he's in front, your hands trailing down his back to properly wrap around him, your face pressed against the curve of his spine where you can feel his ecto body already formed for you. He felt slightly squishy, but firm and...safe. He doesn't mention how he can feel your stress almost shedding off your shoulders, his shoulders rolling forward as he keeps his eyes up front.

"YOU WON'T REGRET THIS,"

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CLOSING NOTES: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I wanted to write about him for awhile, and so this was a pleasure!

I'm so glad I'm not alone

Im back just to say that I'm losing my shit and that I'm on the brink. Maybe I'll feel better if I touch some skeleton co-

Maaaaaaybe I forgot to post on this account and now I feel bad

If y'all got asks about any x reader content, don't be shy and just send me an ask. I need the inspiration

Again, my bad for forgetting to post here

Ink Sans: Does it Matter?

Apathy. He does not pay attention to the world, or their endings. It has ended for him many times before, and yet it will begin the very next day. He survives everything, envies all that don't. Envies those who live unaware, how lucky they must be.

Ink can feel the spasms of emotion shoot through the marrow and curves of his bone. He grows terrified of it, but feeling anything deranges him. To be feeling anything at all strips him bare until even his bones are nothing but obstacles in the way of where a soul would be, where a soul should be.

The energy generated from fission is in fact energy released from his divine clutches, released to be desperate attempts of begging for something more but he in fact cannot reach it. The only thing he is good at is wanting, yearning, and being alone. Alone, alone, alone, constantly alone despite his constant company. He is penetrated of his defenses constantly, even if he does the same to mortals who couldn't even begin to understand his misery.

He cannot be resolved of his torment. If he were to be asked how it feels to be seen as the sky, he couldn't answer, even with eyes cast up his way. There's joy, beauty, pain, and nothingness. It should mean something, but after time has withered away his bone he must ask himself

"does it matter?"

Closing Notes: i felt silly thinking about Ink Sans and stuff

Im back just to say that I'm losing my shit and that I'm on the brink. Maybe I'll feel better if I touch some skeleton co-

AH NAH SAME HERE!! They're attracted to Jeff the Killer and were into Springtrap while my other friend is obsessed with Gojo like LEAVE ME ALLLOOOOONE😭😭

I'm being made fun of for thinking Sans and Papyrus are attrative by my friend who's taste in characters are conventionally attractive anime people 😭😭😭

"Haha you're attracted to bones" THEY HAVE A PERSONALITY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! 😭😭😭