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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would the main 10 skelebros react/comfort y/n from crying?

(undertale)

Undertale Sans - He sits next to you and waits. He doesn't want to force you to talk or hug him, he's just there if you feel like it. He's patient, and lets you calm down taking the time you need. He just wants to be there for you if you feel like talking about what's wrong.

Undertale Papyrus - You're making him anxious. That's five times he's checking on you now. He puts a plaid on you, and serves you tea, and gives you a teddy bear, and food, and chocolate... PLEASE JUST TELL HIM WHAT'S WRONG HE'S PANICKING. He wants to help desperately but he doesn't know why ;w; He doesn't want to pressure you but he's too anxious to not pressure you. He has no idea how to help, he's quite distressed right now.

Underswap Sans - He gives you some space. He's unsure what to do to help and he's not really good with this to begin with. He's just half-hiding behind the couch, glaring at you, uncertain, waiting for you to ask him to come or something lol. Help.

Underswap Papyrus - He comes to the rescue and crushes you into a hug. He gives the best hugs. He waits patiently for you to calm down then starts to make small talk to either get you to talk or divert your attention from what made you cry. If you want to stay like this for the rest of the day, it's fine! He has nothing better to do anyway.

Underfell Sans - He awkwardly comes to pat your back, keeping a safe distance in case you get mad at him so he can retreat fast lol. Man, he has no idea what the hell he's supposed to do. He's not used to people crying in front of him, usually, monsters go to hide when they need to. He's so confused about what he's supposed to do.

Underfell Papyrus - He gives you Doomfanger, who is not too happy about that. He taped "how to uncry a person who's crying" on Google and apparently hugging pets works, so here you go. Doomfanger claws your face because she's mad you're holding her. Now it's worse. Edge is distressed about what to do now that his genius plan didn't work. He's just.... standing there.

Horrortale Sans - He kidnaps you in his hoodie and holds you close, purring lightly to soothe you. He doesn't talk or try to make you talk, he just hugs you close and nuzzles your neck until you have enough. That's ok if enough is in five hours, he's happy when you're happy.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's crying by empathy without any idea why he's crying lol. He's just like that. He's also a nervous wreck and will try a lot of things to make you feel better, but he's hyperventilating and crying doing so, so chances are after a moment you're the one that will need to comfort him lol.

Swapfell Sans - He gives you a paper. Give him name, address, reason why you're crying and he'll take care of it. He is distressed seeing you like this and he's unsure what to do, that's the best he can do to make you feel better lol. You're not sure killing whoever hurts you is going to solve the problem, but you thank him for the initiative.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's clowning around to make you laugh, making a fool of himself and pranking Nox in the house to have a reaction from you. He won't stop before you smile, then he will sit next to you and ask what's wrong.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's in protective mode, growling at everything or everyone trying to get close to you in your moment of weakness. You're stressing him out, can you hurry and stop being sad already? He doesn't like seeing you like this, he's scared someone will take the opportunity of it and he won't allow it.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He hugs you close and brings you into his safety closet so you can both hide from the world and cuddle him until you feel better. He doesn't like seeing you like this, it's stressing him out.

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[thomsternugget]

Underfell Sans Headcanons

Here’s some of my personal headcanons for the UnderBuddies 

I have multiple headcanons for each of them, mostly because I love the idea of a united multiverse and I am a sucker for the butterfly effect, + it ties up the multiverse together with other people’s headcanons, I love it.

I’ll start with Underfell Sans or Red (I have three versions of him) : 

Crow:

Crow is a childish, greedy and overall very self centered version of Red. He hasn't lost many of the old habits he had underground but, on the surface he does get excited over things easier, and explores enough new things to have found a couple of hobbies he genuinely enjoys doing. Because of these new hobbies, even when he does... things, he enjoys going out more and generally looks less lazy than before.

He has questionable morals and isn’t quite over what happened while underground. He loses his temper very easily when provoked and it can quickly turn into a fist fight. I wouldn’t say he’s a gangster because he’d rather be left alone and do his thing, but definitely a criminal. If he wants something, he’ll get it. His motives are weird sometimes, and he often steals useless stuff alongside treasures. He came back to his crib with a rubber ducky shaped crystal ornament once. He liked it, so he took it. 

He is a thief and will break into your house and rob you clean without you noticing a thing. But because skeletons need to have visited a place before teleporting in, he had to become smarter about his robberies. 

He loves movies, theater plays and music so much, that he thought why not try and act? What he does now is, he dresses really dapper, then goes to houses in nice neighborhoods and visits the ones for sale. He usually asks the regular questions a potential buyer would, and sells it real well to the agent. While the poor seller is showing our boy the property, Crow looks for any nooks and crannies he could hide into, as well as any alarm system and cameras he’ll have to deal with. Now that he’s been to the place, just gotta wait for some rich clueless idiot to buy it.

And because he took a liking to acting, he also started to go door to door to test his own acting abilities. He always has pamphlets of some sort or paperwork with him as prompts. He likes to act like different kinds of city workers and professionals. 

His Schemes have been working to this day, and after each successful robberies, he does a little victory dance. Doing the moonwalk, on either the front lawn or the rooftop of the house he just robbed is his favorite power move. 

He wouldn’t kill unless he absolutely has to, but he will send people to the hospital without remorse if someone tries to mess with him or take his stuff. So unless you want a major ass whoopin’, stay away from Richard… That’s the duck ornament… Crow gave it a name.

Plaid: 

Plaid is the grumpy woodlen uncle. He loves to have a good drink. He is the version of Red that’s just tired of fighting and now he wants to party and have the fun he couldn’t afford to have. He’s more mature and peaceful than the other Fell Sans.

He doesn’t like being crowded and chose to live a slower pace life. He has a beautiful cabin near the woods he built with his papyrus’ help. He loves alcohol. Mustard is good, and there’s so many kinds of it above ground he just had to get a bigger stash. He has a pretty decent booze collection and enjoys mixing drinks and trying new combinations. He does still enjoy a nice time at any bar and I feel that, even if he were to drink to forget, instead of drowning in melancholy like those cliché movie scenes, he’d be down for a good time. The kind of; hold my beer and watch me, kinda good time, until you forget what happened the next day.

The city's filled with people he’d find annoying; bumping into him, yelling profanities, full of bastards, just plain disrespectful. The cities has its perks but I don’t see any that would be compatible with him, except the many fast food joints, but that’s it. Any kind of places with a high crime rate would be out of the question. He’s tired of fighting, and it’s not his place to get involved in any kind of gang war. Unlike Crow, who would fight anyone, Plaid would just continue his way unless someone physically touch him. Then he would break bones and throw someone in a window Irish bar fighting style.

The suburb would make him uncomfortable because of the attitude of some people, granted the barbecues could be great, but gated communities would make him feel more trapped than secured. Both these places are a bit too high maintenance for him. If he were to live there, his lawn would be the worst and it would drive the neighbors absolutely bonkers. He doesn’t usually care about other people’s view of him but with time, having people nagging him over dumb crap, he’d snap. 

So his wood cabin is perfect for him. He really enjoys fishing and hunting, he has lots of patience for it. He now has a relationship with his neighbors and it still confuses him at times but he likes how further away they have more complicity with one another. He loves gathering around campfires, a good beer and good company, he just wants to have a laugh. He also really likes camping and he has a hammock in his backyard. He sleeps outside often during the summer, either to look at the stars or the fireflies. He loves the noises of the woods at night, it soothes him. He really likes the change in seasons since underground it was just cold and depressing all around his house. Even with that he has a whole new appreciation for winter, since the sun makes it shiny sometimes.

All of my Fell Sans loves movies and entertainment. Plaid is more into competitive cooking shows, wild survival and comedies. He appreciates having people over but don’t you dare show up uninvited. He’ll stare at you from the window with the grumpiest grandpa face he has that says “Get off my property”. He still needs his alone time and takes things slow to work on himself. He has lots more patience than he had underground but he still remains a cocky brat. He isn’t ready for any romantic relationship.

Bud (Rosebud or Buddy):

Bud is a softer version of Red. Even though they're pretty much all emotionally constipated, Bud is the one with the best understanding of his own feelings overall.

He still doesn't go to others quite yet but he is the easiest to approach (not counting Plaid). When the monsters came to the surface, not only they were put under quarantine to assure no monster illnesses could transfer to humans, but they also went under therapy check ups to assure they were suitable to live amongst them. I headcanon Bud to be the only one who didn't lie his way out of the test. He actually went and  sought the help of therapists. He wasn't sure about all of it at first, but he managed to have enough courage in him to open up. It was a long and tough process but he's happy he went through it. He knows that he still has a long way to go but he makes a lot of efforts to be his best self. He wanted to leave absolutely everything of what he used to be behind, but realised that his soul actually needed him to come to terms with it, and that what he lived was part of who he was and that's okay too.

He still struggles with anger issues and it is very obvious when he is mad, but he won’t burst out in anger in front of you like the others would. He would ignore you, even though you’re yelling at him, go outside and yell into the void. If you try to follow him then he will snap. Definitely. Most Reds are more action than talk when it comes to their feelings. Bud would say cute things to friends he would consider compliments even if it may sound weird because he is new to it. He might also seem rude but you can tell it comes from a good place and if you really don’t like it he would rather you explain it to him and tell him how he could’ve worded himself better. He is very open to criticism when it comes to his attitude, as long as it’s not out of character for him. He found coping mechanisms to help with his emotions that he doesn’t know how to deal with properly quite yet. He’ll either have sensory toys in his pockets and fidget with these or play with his necklace. 

He loves cute things, something he would've never admitted before. He is really into Cartoons and Animations. He especially likes magical girls and the outfits they wear which he finds absolutely adorable. Shows like this makes him feel wholesome, and he genuinely wouldn’t mind hanging out with a bunch of cute girls and just be friends with them. He just wants his life to be filled with wholesome cuties and giggles. Anything far away from things that would anger him, because even though he is more aware of his feelings and knows they’re all valid he still thinks anger is a nasty one to have. He feels disgusted with himself when he lashes out at someone now, and if he makes a cutie cry, his soul stings.

Even though he tries to keep things civil he would never let anyone step on him, that’s a big no no. He wouldn’t lose his shit, but he will drag your ass from A to Z and backwards.

Another thing about watching television, if you mention him being emotional, unlike the others who would get embarrassed and angry, he would turn away and clench his necklace and curl up a bit. He would tell you to not point it out next time cause it makes him uncomfortable, he won’t tell you why, but he’s doing his best to not shy away.

#underfell #underfell red #underfell headcanons #underfell characters #underfell crow #underfell plaid #underfell bud #underfell sans #undertale headcanons #sans #sans the skeleton

[und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut]

Reader is holding a sandwich in one hand and a rock in the other. They are having a romantic walk down the beach together with uf/us/ft/ and ht papyrus. Reader accidentally throws the sandwich into the ocean and bites into the rock.

Anon, you have a beautiful brain and I love you for it. 💖✨

S/O Bites a Rock:

Boss: The moment was serene. The sun was just setting and it was the perfect ending to the cute date night you both had. You had even found a nice flat rock to skip across the water as you munched away on the rest of your packed dinner. C R U N C H. Splash. You both stop dead. You feel tears form in your eyes and pain shoot through your jaw as lettuce and tomato float away on the blue waves. “DID YOU JUST....EAT THAT ROCK!?” You finally pull the rock out of your mouth and wipe your eyes. “Yeah...” Boss sighs tiredly. “YOU WORRY ME SOMETIMES....”

Stretch: It was a camping trip and he packed some sandwiches for the both of you as you had a neat little picnic by the lake. It was pretty calming too. “Betcha’ I can skip a rock farther than you.” Stretch said, tossing a rock up into the air and catching it. You stood up, a sandwich still in hand. “You’re on!” You said grabbing the nearest rock. He went first, skipping the rock across the water’s surface pretty well. “Try to top that.” He smirked, crossing his arms. “Bet.” You said, throwing the rock and taking a bite of your sandwich. At least...that’s what you meant to do. 

“BROTHER, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE HUMAN LOST A TOOTH BITING... A ROCK?!?!” Blue exclaims when you both meet up with him an hour later.

Plaid: It was one of those rare moments when he had free time and he had invited you out for a walk along the pond. You were nibbling away on a little piece of cornbread he had tucked away for energy when he got too tired. “Go ahead and eat it. I’m having dinner soon.” He had told you. Crickets started to chirp as the sun started to set, sending dazzling colors over the surface of the pond. It was beautiful. You leaned down, picking up a small flat stone. “Hey, watch this.” You said, planning to show off a bit. Ker-plunk. CRUNCH. Plaid blinked at the cornbread in the water then slowly looked up at you with the rock in between your teeth. “Very...nice?” 

Brace: “HUMAN!! THANK YOU FOR MEETING ME AT THE PARK FOR OUR LOVELY DATE!” Brace exclaimed, walking up to you with a blinding smile. “Of course!” You smiled. “Look. I even brought us lunch!” you said, pulling out the little sub sandwiches from the cafe a few blocks down. “FANTASTIC! YOU’RE A SWEETHEART!” Brace said, taking his sandwich from your hands. “Let's go look at the lake!” You said, walking ahead of him a bit. He nods enthusiastically, following along behind you as he eats his meal. “Hmmm. The ducks aren’t here today. Shame.” You pouted. “Indeed. I do love seeing them.” Brace said calmly, sitting on a nearby bench and taking in the scene around you both. “Hey, let’s see if I can still skip rocks...” You mused, picking up a nearby rock. “IS THAT ALLOWED?” He perked up, scanning for a nearby sign. “Well, the ducks aren’t around so it’s not like it will bother anyone.” You said, tossing the rock and taking a bite of your sandwich. Plop. CRONCH. Ducks suddenly darted out from nowhere, eagerly picking away at the sandwich that now sunk into the water. “UM...DEAR?” You slowly turned around, rock still in your mouth. “I think I just died a little inside...” You muttered. 

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[mindsintertwines]

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[keelywolfe]

FIC: Six Steps To Finding Your Place In The World (spicyhoney, stand alone)

Summary: It's been three years since the other Universes found their way through the barrier and to the surface. Underfell might be running late, but they made it, and Edge is left searching for his place in this new world.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Underfell Bros, Underswap Bros, Undertale Bros, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Break Up and Make Up

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First Step

It was fascinating, in a way, to see how much could change in only three years.

Three years since the other Universes found their way to the surface, each led by a Human child whose mercy brought Monsters from the Underground. Three years since Undertale and Underswap walked out into the sunshine for the first time and left the mountain behind. Three years that it had taken Underfell to do the same, for a world of Monsters who knew only violence to find enough peace in their souls for their Human to break the barrier.

Three years since he’d seen the others. The other skeletons, Sans and Papyrus, Stretch and Blue.

Stretch.

Edge’s first sight of the sun was awe-inspiring, worthy of contemplative silence and he stood at the cliffside gazing at it even as the others from Underfell chattered excitedly around him. The sun, the surface, he’d never expected to see either. Just as he’d never expected to see anyone from the other Universes again. Monsters leaving the Underground and the breaking of the barrier meant the source of magic for the Machine would be gone; there would be no traveling between the other worlds. No visits, no gatherings to fight over what movie to watch. No nights spent with a slim, warm skeletal body curled up next to him in his bed, watching Stretch sleep.

It was done, over, a gift borrowed for the briefest of time. Until they managed to get to their shared surface world, led by a smiling child.

Edge never expected to be standing in a house in the dubiously named New New Home, surrounded by other skeletons who greeted him and Red with varying levels of excitement.

“It’s so wonderful that you’re finally here!” Blue burbled excitedly. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt proclaiming him to be a ‘Smol Boi!’, and how strange it was to see him and Papyrus both no longer wearing their battle bodies. It made Edge unfairly aware of his own uniform, somewhat ragged from being constantly worn and dirtied from traveling to the Above.

“yeah, ‘bout time you two got here,” Sans drawled. “we weren’t gonna hold dinner forever, y’know. glad you decided to show up, now we can ketchup.” His clothing was newer but at least familiar, a hoodie and shorts, slippers abandoned for sneakers.

“Dinner,” Edge agreed, somewhat weakly. Truthfully, he was exhausted. He’d had no rest since the final...battle? He wasn’t sure what to call it; his memories were dreamily blurred and he’d woken to find the barrier destroyed and the surface world waiting for them.

“Do not pay attention to my brother!” Papyrus declared. “There is no need for us to hold dinner, we have a perfectly fine table to put it on!” His own ‘Tall Boi!’ t-shirt was a partner to Blue’s. No sharpie scribbles on these ones, they were properly made and fitted. All of them were dressed in proper clothes that weren’t scrounged from the dump to be carefully patched and repaired. Even the one person who didn’t greet them.

Standing on the far side of the living room, leaning against the stair bannister. Edge met his gaze, pale white eye lights looking impassively back.

Three years.

Looking at Stretch was reminiscent of his first sight of the sun and he wanted to drink it in, to bask in the sight of him. Gone was the well-worn hoodie and cargo pants of Underswap. He was wearing khakis and an orange plaid button down with a plain white t-shirt beneath. It looked good on him, but it wasn’t his clothes that Edge wanted to see.

The others crowded around them and Edge only looked at Stretch, no longer hearing any of their excited exclamations or puns. He stood watching as Stretch silently turned around and walked away, slipping out the front door.

Blue at least noticed him leaving. His cheery smile faltered briefly, then came back with forced enthusiasm. “Don’t mind Papy, I’m sure he’ll be back soon! You two must be exhausted, goodness, yes! I remember what it was like,” he trailed off, uncertainly, “um, I think! It was all very confusing. But come on, let me show you your rooms!”

He allowed Blue to pull him upstairs, still chattering, Red following up behind and Papyrus at his heels.

The bedroom he was given was plain, utilitarian, but the bed was made and felt incredibly soft on his aching bones as he laid down on it without even stripping off his dirty uniform. He was asleep from almost the moment his skull hit the pillow, dreamless and deep.

It would be some time before he saw Stretch again and by then, it was mostly over with, anyway.

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Second Step

The next morning, he rose guiltily at nearly noon to find a neat pile of clothing sitting on the room’s sole chair. With it was a note written in Papyrus’s fierce handwriting, again welcoming him to their new home and offering the clothes to borrow until Edge was able to get some of his own.

With some trepidation, he unfolded the stack and was relieved to find it was merely a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He dressed quickly, venturing downstairs to find the living room empty and music coming faintly from a nearby room.

Warily, he pushed open the door to find Blue standing on a stepstool, singing brightly along with the music as he washed dishes. The words weren’t ones Edge understood and reminded him of the anime that Undyne was so fond of, the tones of singsong happiness filling the air.

“Good morning,” Edge called, loud enough to be heard over the cheer. Then he lunged forward to catch hold of Blue before he fell off the stepstool as he nearly shrieked in surprise. The three of them wobbled together, him, Blue, and the stepstool, in a strange parody of a dance before they caught their balance, gravity thwarted.

“Oh, my, you scared the life out of me,” Blue laughed. A bright flush lit in his cheeks, the color a match to his namesake and Edge realized he was still holding Blue in his arms. Hastily, he drew back, a flush warming his own cheeks.

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to--”

Blue waved him off before he could even finish, hopping down to shoo him into one of the kitchen chairs. “Nonsense, it wasn’t your fault! Sit, sit, let me make you some breakfast, you must be starving!”

The mere mention of food sent his magic eagerly roiling, but simply taking a meal with no way of repaying did not sit well with Edge. He was already borrowing a place to sleep and the clothing on his back. At least in the Underground he’d been able to trade meal for meal with the others.

But he also did not currently have another option.

“If you’ll let me borrow some ingredients, I can cook myself,” Edge offered. It was a weak compromise at best, but made the idea of borrowing easier to swallow.

A concept that Blue dismissed with a scoff, setting a frypan on what looked to be a very nice stove, indeed. “Borrowing, don’t be silly! We all share here, that’s the way we like it! And it’s no trouble at all to make another breakfast, you just sit there, I’m sure you’re still getting your bearings.” Blue chuckled as he began rummaging through the refrigerator. “I may as well make extra, anyway, your brother always had a good appetite! Maybe the smell will entice him down.”

“That always seemed to work for your brother, perhaps he’ll come down as well,” Edge said. It dredged up memories he’d pushed aside for some three years now, of Stretch sound asleep, his face slowly scrunching up as the smell of coffee and delicious food wafted to him. It was doubtful he was even fully awake when he rolled to his feet and began shambling after it, and true wakefulness only came after at least one cup of coffee. There had been more than one morning of that in Underfell and Underswap alike and Edge began to brace himself to see Stretch again.

Blue froze for a moment, his smile faltering. “Oh, um. Papy’s already gone to work this morning.”

That...that was unexpected, and Edge couldn’t say what expression was on his face as Blue said with uncommon gentleness, “Of course you wouldn’t know. He’s a teacher. Well, a professor, really, he and Sans work at the community college.”

“They’re both teachers?” Edge blurted and it was impossible to keep the disbelief from his voice.

“Professors,” Blue corrected lightly. He cracked eggs into the hot pan with a loud sizzle. “Papy is always reminding me of that. And of course, they do have their PhD’s!”

That was true, they did, and yet, both of them worked as sentries and food vendors underground instead of putting those degrees to use, with an occasional side trip into standup comedy. That mental image was due for an upgrade, it seemed, disorienting as it was.

Before Edge could ask anything else, the toaster popped up and Blue was bustling over to it, snatching up the toast and adding it to the plate. In no time, it was slid in front of Edge, two pieces of well-buttered toast, eggs cooked perfectly over easy, and a side of what Edge knew to be bacon though he’d never had it before, cooked to what he was sure was crisp perfection.

Again, his memories weren’t matching up to what he was seeing. Blue and Papyrus both cooked with enthusiasm but very little skill and more than once they’d all spent an evening gamely chewing their way through lasagna or spaghetti that managed somehow to be both overcooked and still crunchy in the same mouthful. His own cooking skills were only marginally better and only because he was more accustomed to making do with whatever provisions could be found.

This offering was worthy of a Mettaton special and Blue was beaming at him, waiting for him to begin.

Slowly, Edge picked up his fork. He cut into the egg, the yolk bursting and bleeding its sunny yellow over the plate. It was delicious and Edge didn’t allow the faint nausea muddying his magic to stop him from eating every bite.

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Third Step

It was four days after his first meal Aboveground and well past midnight when Edge was sitting up in the living room alone, watching the television.

Underground the only channels were ones of Mettaton, for live shows and reruns. The sheer amount of things to watch here was boggling, almost disturbingly so. Netflix alone could fill years’ worth of time.

Edge was starting on the third season of Stranger Things when the front door opened and Papyrus came in. He was in his chef’s uniform, still nearly pristine despite his long shift.

His coat was halfway off before he saw Edge and he blinked in surprise, “Oh! Good evening!”

“Good evening,” Edge didn’t move, his gaze on Hopper as he began to argue with the girl-child El about her spending time with that foolish boy.

It was what he’d been doing all day, episode after episode, until even the television asked him if he wanted to continue watching. All Edge did was press the button to resume the program and settled back on the sofa.

His peace at seeing the sun for the first time had morphed into this, days where he was at loose ends with nothing to do, no place to go. Blue had a cleaning schedule well established for the house, the others all had their jobs, his brother was venturing to the college with Sans and whether or not he chose to dust off his own PhD, Edge was certain he would find a use for himself.

Even Undyne was tentatively starting to work for the Embassy, although when she’d called, she’d told Edge with a laugh that she’d decided Felldyne was a damned stupid name and she’d be going with Dyna, instead. Really, it had been an unsubtle invitation for him to join her and Edge had very unsubtly refused. Babysitting duty for ex-royalty held no appeal for him and by the end of the call, he still hadn’t remembered to call her by her new name.

The surface world had no call for an ex-captain of the guard; his entire life’s goal, the title he strove so hard to be worthy of vanished with a single step into the sunshine. And the other option--

“Have you given any more thought about coming to the restaurant with me?” Papyrus asked brightly. “Because the owner has said that even without training, he trusts my judgement and he is sure you will be an excellent addition to our team and of course won’t burn the restaurant down on your first day.”

“I will consider it,” Edge said, for perhaps the tenth time, and every time he had no intention of doing any such thing.

Papyrus only nodded, taking off his shoes and lining them up at the door. He tutted and shook his head at the two sets of sneakers jumbled into a pile, Sans and Red’s, and lined them up as well. Guilt rose heavily in Edge’s soul, he’d been sitting here all day and night and never thought to straighten them himself, been here for nearly a week, consuming their food and taking their shelter, offering nothing in return and--

“Just so you know, if you’re waiting up, he won’t be home tonight.” That jarred him from his circling thoughts and Edge finally glanced at Papyrus, meeting what was surely a gratingly pitying look.

“I beg your pardon?” Edge said stiffly. “I don’t believe I asked about anyone.”

“Of course you didn’t!” Papyrus said with that relentless cheer. “But if you had, I would tell you that tonight is Astronomy club night and people that we aren’t asking about don’t come home or if they do, they don’t use the front door because some other people can’t sleep through it opening and closing, even if they try to be very, very quiet!”

Edge only returned his gaze to the television, picking up the controller to change the program. Papyrus started up the stairs before he said, quietly, “Thank you.”

“It will be all right, you’ll see. You’re on the surface!” Papyrus said cheerily. “Things are better here!”

Edge leaned back on the sofa to watch a cartoon sponge attempt to make some sort of hamburger. It was the closest he wanted to get to being a chef.

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 Fourth Step

“he’s not seeing anyone. if you were wondering.”

Edge was not wondering about that at all. What he was doing was attempting to see what it was about naps that his brother had always found so enticing over the years. Thus far, all Edge was learning was that he was as terrible at this as anything else on the surface.

He rolled over to glare at Sans, who only looked back peaceably, his ever-present smirk unchanged. It would be pointless to pretend he didn’t know what Sans was referring to and in the interest of getting this over with, Edge told him shortly, “I gave up my right to wonder about that some three years ago.”

That smile tightened, Sans’s eye lights shrinking. “yeah, i know. we all know.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, rocking back and forth from toes to heels. “he took it real hard. i mean, who wouldn’t. thought you guys were the real deal and then one day the kids show up and our worlds break through to the surface. he comes to me and says he’s gonna stay in the underground with you. asked me to look after his bro for him, said he couldn’t leave you and red alone. but the next day, he comes back and he’s got nothing to say at all. not for a long time.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Edge said hoarsely. He didn’t want to imagine it. He had enough memories of his own from that day.

Sans only shrugged. “dunno. thought you might be curious, is all.”

“Thank you ever so much for your help then, if you’ll excuse me.” Edge rolled back over, giving Sans his back even as warnings crawled up his spine, his brother’s voice, never turn your back on anyone, ever, fucking never.

A loud snort. “yeah, you look real busy. i’ll let you get back to that.”

Soft footsteps that led out his door, the click of it closing. Edge curled around his pillow, holding it tightly to where his soul was aching, dull and heavy.

Edge ignored it, tried to ignore it all. He was napping. All of that was old news and it had been for the best. The memory of Stretch’s expression, of his tears when Edge shouted at him to get out of his world and his life, weren’t what was important. What was important was that Stretch didn’t waste his life in Underfell where they were never meant to reach the surface. Stretch deserved sunshine and Edge was never supposed to be able to offer it.

~~*~~

Fifth Step

“all right, get the fuck out of bed.”

Edge snarled as the covers were ripped off him, leaning up on one elbow to glare at his brother. A useless attempt, Red only glared back, blankets dangling from his grip as his gaze swept over Edge in a brutally unimpressed assessment.

With a groan, Edge flopped back on the mattress and closed his sockets, “Go away.”

He heard his brother sigh. “bro. never thought i’d be saying this. you need to get out of this house.”

Edge didn’t open his sockets. “What’s the point?”

“what was the point of coming to the surface at all?” Red countered. “you wanted to stay in the fucking underground waiting for your turn in a dustpan? go out, see the sights! go check out those cockmobiles you were always so eager to see, take ‘em out on a test drive. we’ll be getting our stipends by the end of the week.”

Thinking about that made a sour taste form at the back of his mouth, slimy and bitter. “Charity.”

“more like socialism,” Red snorted loudly, shoving his hands into his pockets. At that moment, his resemblance to Sans was eerie, especially the way he was intruding on Edge’s life. “but whatever, it’s money for all monsters, not all monsters except your scrawny ass. get up and go spend some of it.”

“On what?” Edge asked listlessly. “There’s nothing here I want. Give it to Blue to put towards groceries and let me sleep.”

“nope, you’re done sleeping. get up.” He heard the ting of blue magic at the same moment Red used his hold on Edge’s soul to yank him from the bed, dumping him to the floor. He sat up, spitting curses that only drew a chuckle from his brother, asshole that he was.

“I don’t need to get up,” Edge snapped. “There is nothing to get up for! I’m nothing here! Useless!”

The slap caught him so by surprise he didn’t even summon an attack, too busy gaping at his brother. Slowly, Edge raised a hand, touching his stinging cheek bone wonderingly. In all their years in Underfell, despite anything that happened, Red had never raised a hand to him. Another change for the Aboveground and Edge blinked hard, inexplicably hurt in a way that had nothing to do with the blow.

Red’s eye lights were blazing and Edge nearly shrank from the heat of his crimson gaze. “you shut your fucking mouth about my baby brother,” Red told him, low, “and you get out of this fucking room before i drag you out. you hear me?”

For a long moment there was nothing in the universe but the two of them, the surface world melting away and it was like being Underground, Red warning him, watching out for him, always.

Edge looked away first, muttering out, “Fine.”

Sharp fingertips caught his chin, forcing him to look back. Red studied his face for a long moment, searching for what, Edge didn’t know. Finally, he nodded. “good. you want to be something here? that’s just fine but you ain’t gonna find it laying here molding in this fucking room. go get some of your own clothes, at least, you look like paps’s stunt double.”

That stung almost as much as the slap. Edge rolled to his feet, glancing reluctantly at the dresser where the single pair of jeans and a clean t-shirt proclaiming the wearer a ‘font geek’ waited for him. “I will if you leave. I’ll go out today.”

“good enough.” Red turned away, hesitating at the door to call over his shoulder, “and bro? just talk to him. lance the boil.”

Edge paused with the fresh t-shirt halfway over his head. “Lance a boil? What does that even mean?”

Red’s unpleasant smile said that he noticed Edge said nothing about talking to anyone, but he seemed willing to let that go for now. “google it, if you’re brave. doctor pimple popper changed my whole fucking life.”

~~*~~

Sixth Step

He could admit, grudgingly, that his brother was right. It was better to get out of the room. Despite his fears that Blue would think he was intruding, he was instead delighted for help around the house. And also for a trip to the mall, and while being around so many Humans was discomfiting, the store was one that catered to Monsters and knew Blue well. They helped Edge find some clothing more suited to his own tastes. Jeans and plainer t-shirts, a comfortable leather jacket and boots.

He started to spend more time with Blue in the kitchen, helping him make dinner and fold laundry. In the afternoon, he took a walk around the block and it was uncomfortable how many of the other Monsters called out greetings to him, offering smiles at his mere presence when in the Underground Monsters would scurry hastily out of his path, casting furtive glances at him as they fled. Strange, yes, but he was slowly getting used to it. He’d even called Dyna back, no longer Undyne he reminded himself, and hesitantly asked about her work at the Embassy. Her enthusiasm very nearly left bruises through the phone line, but he was going in tomorrow. Just to see what she did.

It was better, some, and Edge was mostly doing all right, he thought.

Mostly.

“Could you please take out the trash for me?” Blue asked from his position on the stepstool. He was teaching Edge to make fresh pasta and while it was nothing like Und--Dyna’s methods, he had no doubt the taste would be better.

The bin next to Blue was close to overflowing. “Of course.”

Edge gathered up the bag, pulling the drawstring tight to carry it outside to the cans. Even trash was something of an anomaly here, it was honestly appalling what was thrown away. In Underfell, he would have used those vegetable scraps for stock. He’d watched a show on Netflix about composting, perhaps he could—

He stopped. Stretch was standing at the end of the driveway, right next to the bin where the trash cans were stored. He was leaning against the side, smoking and the way he was turned meant he hadn’t seen Edge yet. Perhaps that was why he was still there.

Lance the boil, Red had said, and the videos had been revolting enough to nearly send him gagging to the toilet, but Edge did get the metaphor. He walked closer as silently as he could, half-expected Stretch to simply teleport away as he said, softly, “Stretch?”

Stretch didn’t vanish into the void, but he did startle, whirling around to look at him. Again, the memory of before overlapped with the now. He was wearing another button up, this one a deep green that made for a lovely contrast with his magic. The cigarette held loosely between his fingers was familiar, the lazy slouch, those pale eye lights set into a well-known face. Less so was his closed off expression, coolly assessing Edge even as he raised the cigarette to take a long, slow drag, breathing out a cloud of smoke.

“really?” he snorted. “you’ve been here for how long and don’t even know that i don’t go by stretch anymore?” He dropped the still smoldering butt into a coffee can that was sitting at the base of the trash bin, fishing a pack out of his shirt pocket and Edge only stood, trash bag still in his hands as he watched Stretch…not-Stretch?...go through the ritual of lighting another, closing his lighter with a decisive flick. Words came, couched with another breath of smoke. “decided that papyrus getting to claim the whole name was bullshit. i’ve been rus for two years now.” His smile was sharp enough to cut and Edge dimly wondered if it had, because his soul felt it like a wound. “if you’re looking for a chance at a name change, paps is pretty much taken, but hey, pyr is always an option.”

Edge’s mouth felt too-dry, his tongue stiff as he managed, “My apologies. Rus. I…you’re still smoking.”

It was the wrong thing to say. Rus chuckled unpleasantly and took another long drag, tongue curling as he exhaled a perfect smoke ring. “and you’re still charmingly observant.” He started to turn away, “see you around, edgelord.”

“Wait,” Edge blurted, fumbling for words that needed to be said, because if he didn’t lance this, the infection would spread. Spread and deepen, until the damage was too much to bear. “Please. I...I only wanted to apologize. For hurting you.”

“for hurting me,” Stretch, no, damn it, Rus, said slowly. “oh, well, go on then, let’s hear it. i mean, not that you didn’t have plenty to say that last time. what was it you said? oh, do let me think.” He tapped a long finger against his teeth, face twisted into mocking thought. “can’t recollect it all, but i seem to remember it ended with you saying that i was no better than a cheap whore that needed to get the fuck out of your world, think that was it.”

The ugliness of those words made Edge flinch as they hadn’t when he’d said them in the Underground, each one spoken with cold deliberation while Rus stood in front of him, silent tears trailing down his face.

“I know.” Edge hated the desperation in his voice, unable to stop it. “I know what I said was unforgivable, but I couldn’t let you stay underground for me. You needed to be on the surface with your brother. Saying those things was the only way I could think to drive you away.” On the surface, where he belonged and Edge never did.

“yeah, i know.” The tip of Rus’s cigarette glowed cherry-red as he inhaled, a cylinder of ash falling to the ground.

Edge stared at him, uncomprehending. “You...know?”

Rus laughed humorlessly. “Of course i know, how fucking stupid do you think i am? you think i didn’t know what you were doing?” Rus offered him a thin, sour smile. “not at the time, of course. had to give it a think. see, what gets me is you thinking you get to decide for both of us what’s best, just like you always did. don’t know why i expected anything else.” Rus flicked his cigarette butt into the rusty coffee can. ”that all you had?”

“Yes.” The trash bag was still heavy in his hands, but Edge struggled with the urge to simply flee back inside and...he didn’t know. Crawl back into his bed? Hide in his room again, away from the world and the overbearing sun?

The pain in his soul only worsened as Rus’s mouth twisted, “so that’s it, huh. what were you hoping for? to step right back in like nothing changed? it’s been three years, edge. i’m not even the same person anymore. i wasn’t sitting around with a thumb up my ass waiting for you.”

“I never expected you to,” Edge whispered numbly. He’d hoped for the exact opposite, wanted him to be happy. He’d spent three years imagining Rus on the surface, spent nights torturing himself with thoughts of who he might be with, what he might be doing, never expecting to ever stand before him and see he was still alone. “I only wanted—”

He couldn’t finish, choking on the words. Edge clumsily brushed past Rus to the trash bins, tossing the bag in his hands inside without even looking and turned away. Before he could head back towards the house, a hand lashed out, catching him by the elbow and if Rus tried to strike him, slap him as Red had or simply send an attack at him, Edge would have let him.

Instead, Rus only said, lightly, “i mean, after all this time? if you’re gonna start over, you need a first date, and you haven’t even asked me out.”

It took a moment for those words to penetrate and when they did, the thin trickle of hope was nearly unbearable, like the first ray of sunshine after a lifetime of darkness. “I wouldn’t know where to take you.”

“huh. good point,” Rus said, thoughtfully. “sounds like it's up to me and luckily, i have learned all the best places in ebott. i could take you bowling.”

“I only have the vaguest idea what that is,” Edge admitted.

“good because i suck at it.” That soft, lopsided smile was one Edge knew, so terribly well, his own private sunshine from beneath the mountain that he’d learned to live without and if it was tremulous, uncertain, it firmed as Rus said, softly, ”i've missed you, you shit.”

Hearing that made his soul soar, shedding that leftover pain. Edge took a shaky breath, let it out. “I missed you, too. Rus.”

That precious, perfect smile widened. “nah, you don’t know rus yet. but you will.”

Rus held out his hand and Edge took it, curling their fingers gently together. His hand was warm and so was his mouth, still faintly smoky and layered with sweetness beneath. There was a strange spice as well, salty-wet, and Edge only realized it was his own tears when Rus cupped his face with his free hand, trying and failing to smooth them away.

“shh, it’s okay,” Rus whispered against his mouth, “it’ll be okay, i promise. come on.” He let Rus pull him along, following behind and ready to go anywhere at all as he led them both out into the sun.

Maybe, just maybe, Edge could find a place here, after all.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #standalone

[popatochisssp]

Now, I still don’t know all that much about suits, but for all the dudes, nbs, and butch or body-shy ladies who prefer not to wear dresses but still want to put on some formal wear, I thought I’d make an attempt at the sort of suits the boys would like to see you in! ;3

Once again, under the cut for length!

Sans (Undertale): Graphic tees or sweaters that just have a tuxedo printed on ‘em. He is and will always be super invested in your comfort and that’s like...baseline minimal effort. Plus it’s kind of a joke, so it’s like a double-win with him!

Papyrus (Undertale): He’s nowhere near as lazy as his brother, but even ‘regular’ suits feel a little too...boring for him. He wants to spice it up a little, bright colors, interesting patterns! Like houndstooth, maybe! You’ll be the colorful center of attention by the time he’s done with you.

Sky (Underswap Sans): He prefers to keep it simple and go with the classics, a well-fitted wool suit, ideally in navy blue, but he’s flexible if that’s not really your color. As long as it’s sleek and neat so it doesn’t detract too much from your natural attractiveness!

Paps (Underswap Papyrus): He still likes pink, so that’s the color he’d like to see you in, but most solid pink suits are just a tad too flashy for his tastes... Clearly, plaid is much more subtle! Pastel or more of a raspberry/rose shade, it’s your choice, but either way he think it looks really nice on you.

Jasper (Underfell Sans): Oh, pinstripes all the way, baby! He’s into that mobster chic, especially on you and damn, doll, you know how to pull it off! He thinks a gray color is probably the way to go on this, nice and classy, but feel free to accessorize with a cherry-red tie if you’d like. Nothing would make him smugger.

Pyre (Underfell Papyrus): Subtle? Did...did you want something subtle? Jeez, sorry, too bad, he loves shiny things and he loves you, so guess what? Someone’s about to get shiny-- satin-shiny! It’s gaudy as hell but it makes a statement and that statement is that you are amazing and so totally worth looking at! ...At least it’s black? That doesn’t help, it’s still very eye-catching. He loves you, though! Try to remember that if you’re the shy type! XD

Mal (Swapfell Sans): His taste in suits is much like his taste in dresses. He likes velvet, silk, and the wine/black color combo, so that’s what you’ll be wearing if you let him pick out a suit for you. It feels amazing to the touch and you’re going to have trouble keeping your hands off yourself, but that’s okay-- so will he. ;3

Rus (Swapfell Papyrus): .........Honestly, he doesn’t know jack-shit about men’s (or at least typically male-presenting) fashion. When left to his own devices, he just picks out what’s comfiest and throws stuff on at random and it’s only by miracle of his brother enforcing some sort of fashion-decency that he ends up leaving the house looking decent. So... yeah, he’ll pick out something for you in corduroy. He’ll go with black because black goes with everything and he knows, subconsciously, that Mal might actually, preternaturally sense it if he were to give his poor datemate something genuinely hideous to wear... but it’s still corduroy. He likes the soft, ribbed texture, so at least he’ll be all over you while you’re wearing it! He would be anyway, just try to enjoy the comfiness.

Slate (Horrortale Sans): Well, if he can’t dress you up like a princess, he’ll dress you like a prince-- he’d really like to see you in a tailcoat, complete with white gloves and top hat! He doesn’t have the figure for a suit like that, he’s just too broad, literally inhumanly so, but you can probably pull it off alright. If you humor him and at least give it a shot, he’s definitely gonna blush a little at how fancy and handsome you look and nuzzle you within an inch of your life.

Papy (Horrortale Papyrus): Damn it all, he adores florals, so that’s what he’s putting you in if you let him choose! Anything brightly colored and intricate really catches his eye-socket and he thinks you’d look great in any and all of it! He’s not really wrong, either, y’know. ;3

#headcanons #undertale #sans #papyrus #sans/reader #papyrus/reader #underswap #us!sans #us!papyrus #underfell #uf!sans #uf!papyrus #swapfell/fellswap #sf!sans #sf!papyrus #horrortale #ht!sans #ht!papyrus #fashion #aesthetic

[xfluffyfluffx]

Meet my self insert Chia. She has a mental disability, delayed reactions, has some repetitive behavior, likes to sleep a lot, loves certain heats, she’ s awkward as crap, likes to mostly be in her fluffy plaid red pajama pants and baggy Batman shirt, her hair is naturally brown but she dyes it red. 

She’s in a relationship with Underfell Sans, he didn't like her at first, but he cut her slack when he found out about her disability, eased up when she found a abandoned baby goat monster, over time, he got nicer to her, developed feelings for her, he was mostly mean to her because he didn't trust humans, he didn't remember what frisk did in the genocide run or the resets yet, but he was honestly afraid chia would be like frisk. But, he fell for her, realized she’ s nothing like frisk  isn't capable of doing what they did anyway.

I actually am rewriting their story on Archive of our own. I may post it here 

[theradicalace]

D2 clothes and D2 accessory for underfell sans? owo

muffin im arresting you for thirsty on main crimes.

[Image description: A full body drawing of Underfell Sans. He is wearing a short sleeved, red plaid flannel, unbuttoned tied in a knot at the bottom, so as to expose his ribs. He is wearing blue jeans, with a black belt that has a silver buckle, and brown, heeled cowboy boots. He is wearing sunglasses. He is smiling, and pointing left.

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#ace rambles #undertale #underfell #my art #if youve ever wondered how i draw ribs #apparantly the answer is ''throw some random lines on the paper and call it good''

[odderancyart]

Anamnesis

This is for @kyuko-chan on her birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day. Because you’re amazing.

Happy Birthday!!!

AO3

The sky was dark. It was midnight. It was dotted by stars, forming constellations and patterns. There was no moon, which only made them shine brighter. The room was quiet. Squeaking floorboards as his feet shuffled over them the only sound. Red leaned toward the open window. The world outside was dark blue, with a sheen of red and orange and yellow. Autumn was here, and the trees were changing colours. Beautiful.

It had been such a long time. Not without hardships. Not without tears or yelling or painful silences. Not without laughter and gifts and warm arms embracing each other.

Smiling, Red thought back.

The first time they met.

The sky was dark. The kind of dark that made every light seem dark too. Filled with clouds and lightening. Thunder made their metaphorical ears hurt. There was no rain, which only made the storm seem worse. The trees stood bowed. Perhaps they’d fall at any moment. Break in half for the powerful wind. Red turned away from the window, looking toward his brother who was nervously pacing the living room. Boss had never liked lightning and thunder. It was one thing they both missed from the Underground. No storms. The weather had been predictable.

Walking into the kitchen, Red moved with ease despite how the electricity had been cut out by the storm. Despite the darkness of the house. It was the kind of ease you got once you had lived in a place for a long time. They’d been living on the Surface for four years now, after all. Had the house in three. He gathered the ingredients needed and mixed them. With two steaming cups in his hands he went back to his brother.

Fell smiled gratefully as hot chocolate was shoved into his hands. Red didn’t say anything as he grinned back. Still not speaking, he grabbed Fell’s arm and led him to the couch, shoving him into it. The other appeared slightly offended at being manhandled, but sagged in relief as plaids covered him and Red hugged him tightly.

“no worries, boss,” he said. “th’ storm’ll be over soon, ‘n’ then th’ power’ll come back.”

“I KNOW THAT, SANS,” Fell  replied, appearing indignant. Yet, his newly formed frown quickly turned into a small smile. “BUT THANK YOU.”

There was a crash louder than the others. Both brothers jumped in surprise. The room lit up as a lightning hit the ground outside. It left a black mark and a burning smell. Boss almost seemed to sweat. Suddenly there was another crash. Another kind of crash.

Looking over his shoulder, Red realized the door had been thrown open. In, his more peaceful counterpart came strolling. Sans grinned at him, doing a small salute in greeting. Rolling his eyelights, Red saluted back.

“SANS! YOU KNOW YOU SHOULD KNOCK FIRST, BROTHER,” an annoyed voice came from the other room. Just like Boss’, but less rough. Less used to yelling at disobedient monsters. Less used to sounding intimidating. Sans only shrugged.

“we’ve found a couple new us,” he explained. “they appear to be a mix between ya two and the swaps. thought ya might be the best at explaining things, since you’re both from Fellverses.”

Papyrus came into the room, looking excusing at Red and Fell. The brothers both shrugged. They’d gotten used to people barging into their home. Heh, they’d never thought that before Frisk and the Multiverse. Outside, there was a smatter as water hit the window. The taller sighed in relief, and Red admitted that he too felt relieved. It had begun to rain.

Suddenly, he noticed the sound of high heels on wood. Smirking, Red looked toward the entrance. Curious on the newcomers. A mix of Fell and Swap? Sounded curious. A purple boot appeared. Then a body. His body. Or rather Blue’s. The Sans appeared to be Blue’s length, but with the high stiletto heels it was hard to tell. Chuckling slightly, Red studied him. How odd to see himself in such shoes. Stiletto heeled boots reaching to just beneath the knee. Tight leather pants – almost as tight as Lust’s. A purple shirt ending midriff. Spiked leather jacket.

“THE MAGNIFICENT AND MALICIOUS SANS HAS ARRIVED,” the new Sans declared. After him a gigantic, white dog came, panting happily. It missed an ear. “IN THE COMPANY OF THE TERRIBLE MURDERMALLOW.”

Red laughed at that.

“’n’ papyrus too,” a lazy voice drawled. A Papyrus appeared in the doorway. Dressed in a light orange jacket with fluff on the hood and black sweatpants. He made for an interesting sight. He was chewing on a toothpick. An obvious smoker.

“’nother one who can’t name fer shit,” he whispered to Fell, who glared at him. Doomfanger, who had been hiding beneath the couch, let out a meow, almost like he’d understood. The new Sans let out a huff. Looked offended. Oops.

“EXCUSE ME?” he exclaimed, and Fell hit Red over the head.

“IGNORE MY STUPID BROTHER.” Standing up, he made his way toward the newcomers. Straight and proud, despite the inferno outside. Now when he had someone he didn’t yet trust to impress. Now when they weren’t alone. Their little family of three. Four, even if Frisk did not live here nor was here at the moment. The smattering of rain had gotten worse. Drowning almost all sounds, forcing them to speak louder than usual. Another bolt of light lit the room for a second. “MY NAME IS FELL. WELCOME TO OUR HOME.”

Standing turned toward the Sans, who was the obvious leader. Just like Blueberry was the obvious leader in the Swap-family.

“RAZZ,” the Sans nodded, putting a hand on the dog’s head. They did not seem bothered by the storm. “THIS IS MY BROTHER, SLIM, AND MY DOG, MURDERMALLOW.”

“nice to meetcha,” Red drawled, having stroller up to them. He pulled the hood off his head, scraping his hand on one of his collar’s spikes. The dog stepped up to him, licking his hand. It was wet. “’m red. yer new t’ th’ multiverse?”

“yup,” Slim replied, shrugging. “i was playing ‘round the lab and got the machine runnin’. m’lord wanted to test it out and we ended up in their ‘verse.” He pointed his thumb at the Undertale brothers, who was watching in anticipation.

“NOW THEN,” Razz said, frowning. He pointed between Sans and Red. “I DEMAND TO KNOW HOW A VERSION OF SOMEONE AS MARVELLOUS AS MYSELF CAN BE SO LAZY AND UNDIGNIFIED.”

Their first meeting alone.

The sky was bright blue. The sun shone through the windows. It was causing shadows to be cast on the walls. A cloudless day. It was spring. The first green leaves had begun to appear on the trees and snowdrops sprung from the ground. It was pretty. Sometimes the Surface was a wonder.

Red was feeling lazy (lazier) and lied on the couch, sucking on a bottle mustard. The cat was lying on his stomach. It was too warm but he couldn’t bother moving it. Too tiring. Also, he had come to like Doomfanger.

Chuckling slightly at an internal joke, he slowly lifted a hand to stroke the soft fur. It was a goddamn miracle how Doomfanger had managed to keep all his fur and body parts while living alone in Underfell. Red jumped slightly as knocking reached him. It was loud. Groaning, he thought about standing up to open. Nah.

“come ‘n,” he called instead, putting down the bottle of mustard. The cat was purring as the sun warmed them both. “’s open.”

They’d stopped keeping their door locked at all times only a few weeks ago. It was ever so slowly dawning on the brothers that they didn’t have to. No one would sneak in to kill them. They were safe. The door squealed as it opened. Boss had been meaning to fix that but hadn’t had the time. All with his misbehaving students and homework to correct. Fell was a very busy man.

In stepped Razz, who frowned as he saw the skeleton on the couch. Red grinned at him, waving slowly. He had mustard on his cheek. He didn’t bother wiping it away. It was just the asshole. Who unfortunately had become very good friends with his bro, so they saw each other at least once a week. Unfortunately.

“WHERE IS FELL?” Razz asked, not bothering to greet him. Not taking offence, because he felt the same, Red shrugged.

“out,” he replied. “he’ll be back ‘n an hour or so.”

The frown on his counterpart’s face grew bigger. Sighing, Razz made his way over to the couch group. He sat down in an armchair, glaring at Red in distaste.

“YOU HAVE SOMETHING ON YOUR CHEEK.”

Red shrugged again. Eh. They sat there in silence for a while. The only noise was Doomfanger’s purring as Red petted him. Then suddenly the cat stood up, jumping off his stomach and walking over to Razz. The shorter skeleton growled at the cat, who stared at him with wide eyes.

As Doomfanger tried to climb into Razz’s lap, the skeleton shrieked. He scrambled backwards in the chair, breathing obviously well-controlled rather than calm.

“watcha doin’ to th’ cat?” Red asked, his eye sockets wide. His soul beat a little quicker in surprise and concern. Razz glared at him.

“THE ONLY REASON I’M NOT ATTACKING IS THAT IT BELONGS TO FELL,” he exclaimed, scowling, and with the viciousness in his voice, Red believed him. “CATS ARE VILE, AWFUL BEINGS.”

Red laughed at that, grinning at the other. Now this sounded like a story he’d like to hear.

It had been a good story, once he’d persuaded Razz to tell him. The Swapfell Annoying Cat truly was a vile being. Luckily, his counterpart didn’t detest Doomfanger as much anymore, even if he’d probably never trust the cat. It was understandable.

Being friends.

The sky was white. It was cloudy outside. The sun wasn’t visible behind the thick cover. Yet a warm wind blew through their garden, making sure it didn’t get cold. It was summer. The room was loud with laughter. Red leaned against his counterpart, who against all odds had become one of his best friends. Razz was grinning widely at him, eyelights bright, purple stars. It was unusual for them to turn into stars. It meant that the other felt truly safe, truly happy. It made Red’s soul beat hard in joy.

“SO WHAT DID THE CASKET SAY TO THE SICK CASKET?” Razz asked, grinning widely. His fingers moved swiftly as he embroidered a pillow with a picture of two swords clashing.

Red had been very surprised to find out the other embroidered. Yet, with Blueberry’s knitting he supposed it wasn’t that unexpected. Both said it kept their minds sharp. He grinned back.

“is tha’ you coughin’?” he replied, and they both laughed loudly. Annoyed moans reached them from the other side of the room, where their brothers were putting together a puzzle. It only made them laugh harder. Red’s stomach hurt. They’d been laughing a lot this evening.

They’d kept laughing for years. The stars twinkled at him, like they too were happy together with him.

Their first date.

The sky was grey. Snowflakes fell from the clouds, slowly. Swishing their way down. Riding the soft breeze. The ground was already covered in a thin layer of snow, about five centimetres. The sun shone brightly through a hole in the cloud cover. Just a thought of a blue sky. The room was full of noise as Red nervously paced back and forth.

Swallowing, he picked up his phone again to recheck the reservation. For the tenth time the last hour. The email looked exactly like it had the last time. Everything was in order. Nevertheless, it was hard to shake off the feeling that something would go wrong. Simply because tonight had to be perfect.

Red was wearing a suit. Black with crimson shirt. It was slightly uncomfortable – he preferred shorts and t-shirt. Not important. Razz liked this kind of stuff, he liked when Razz was happy. It was absolutely worth it. He just hoped everything would go well. It knocked on the door, and he jumped in surprise. Checking the clock, he realized it was seven o’clock. Razz was just on time, as always.

Walking over to open the door, he swallowed. C’mon Red, he told himself. Don’t be a coward. He opened his door, and his mouth promptly fell open. It was Razz, alright. And he was goddamn beautiful. Red’s soul pounded in his chest as his eyelights travelled over the other.

Razz was wearing a full-length midnight blue dress, shoulderless but with elbow length, tight sleeves. A silver belt and silver details perfected it. His eyelights were sparkling, and the most beautiful part of it all was the bright, joy-filled smile on his face. Red’s worries disappeared as he studied the other. Of course it would go well. He was with Razz.

“yer lovely,” he breathed. Razz’s smile grew a little more, and he tiptoed to press a kiss to Red’s cheek. Tingling sensations travelled through him. Starting at the place of the kiss and spreading through his entire body.

“THANK YOU,” Razz said. His voice was warm. Red’s soul fluttered slightly, happily. How on earth did Razz agree to date him? How in the Underground could someone this perfectly imperfect love someone like him? Shaking his head slightly, he smiled back. He wasn’t going to question it. As long as it happened, he was the happiest monster alive.

“shall we go, darlin’?”

It had been perfect, despite the restaurant messing up their orders and the cab being late afterwards. It had been perfect, because it had been the first date with the love of his life. A slight breeze blew through the window, hitting his face. It was warm.

The proposal.

The sky was purple and pink. It was yellow and blue. Even green and orange. It was all colours at once, and it was gorgeous. It was spring once again. Late spring, with flowers on the ground and light green leaves in the trees. The sun in the horizon, on its way down for the night. A lone star twinkling high in the sky. They walked hand in hand up on a hill. The grass was soft. New. Stargazing was planned for the night. Both loved stars. It was a moonless night, not a cloud in sight. Perfect.

Another star lit as Razz spread out the picnic plaid they had with them. Red watched him in delight. The other was wearing a light pink dress with puffy skirt, and he looked adorable. Not that he’d tell him that; Razz didn’t do adorable, he said. Drop dead gorgeous was more his style. Which also fit at the moment. At all moments, almost. So that was what Red had told him when they met up earlier.

Sitting down, Red put his arm over Razz’s shoulder, and Razz smiled and leaned into his side. Together they watched the stars appear in the sky. A warm gust of wind hit them. His soul beat slowly, contently. Red couldn’t remember ever being this happy before.

Eventually the sky was completely dark. The sun had disappeared a long time ago. Gone to other countries to light them instead. Leaving the comforting darkness to the denizens of Ebott. Razz shuffled in his arms, and Red could hear him swallow. Raising an eyebrow at the other, he recognized Razz’s expression. He was nervous.

Why?

As Red opened his mouth to ask if everything was okay, Razz broke free from his embrace. He picked out a small box from his inventory, and stood. Red blinked. Wait. No, he had to be imagining things. There was no way this was what it seemed like.

He was disproven as Razz went down on one knee. Even though he did not kneel even for his Queen Toriel – did not kneel or bow his back for anybody as he’d said once. Yet here they were. Red gaped, his soul speeding, as Razz spoke.

“RED, YOU’RE THE MOST WONDERFUL MONSTER I HAVE EVER MET – OUTSIDE OF MYSELF AND MY BROTHER, OF COURSE. YOU’RE SMART AND SURPRISINGLY SWEET AND I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.” He opened the box, revealing twin bonds in pale gold. Each with one crimson jewel and one purple. “WILL YOU MARRY ME?”

Neither of them moved. The stars twinkled above. Another warm gust hit them. Red and Razz stared at each other; one looking nervous and one shocked. Eventually, Red’s soul calmed and he found words. A wide smile entered his face, and he nodded frantically.

“yes, yes o’ course i’ll marry ya,” he managed to say, laughter escaping him as he worked himself to his knees. The smile on Razz’s face outshone the stars, and was a million times lovelier. Stumbling forward, he embraced the other, laughing louder. “o’ course i will. i love ya so much.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO, ASSHOLE.” Razz laughed in relief and joy. He hugged Red back, tightly. Finally, they let go, and he grabbed Red’s hand. Red’s soul skipped a beat as Razz took one of the rings, holding it up. After looking at Red questioningly, and getting an affirmative nod, he slowly slid it on Red’s finger. A star reflected in it.

He had never loved an object so much.

Studying the engagement ring and wedding band on his left ring finger, he smiled. It was just as beautiful as the day he’d gotten it. Just like his coat and collar he took very careful care of it. More careful than the care he’d taken of himself some days, some periods of time.

The pregnancy.

The sky was cloudy but blue. The sun shone in through the open window. It hit the wall filled with photographs of the two of them and their brothers. Murdermallow was sleeping soundly on the couch. Red and Razz’s shared apartment was contently quiet. Quiet in the way a home sometimes was. Red was sitting in an armchair, legs thrown over the armrest. He was reading a book on neuroscience. It was an interesting subject.

“RED!” A yell came from the bathroom. Both Red and the dog winced at the loud volume. The comfortable silence was broken. Razz marched into the living room, a grin on his face. It was happy, surprised, triumphant. Worried. Nodding, Red sat up and put his book down, took off his glasses. Murdermallow jumped of the couch to lick Razz’s hand, and got her head ruffled in return. “I AM PREGNANT.”

Red blinked. Excuse him what? As his mind proceeded, his soul raced at his fiancé’s words. Razz was pregnant? He gaped at the other, a smile slowly making its way to his face.

“THAT MEANS I HAVE MORE AND POWERFULLER MAGIC THAN YOU,” Razz pointed out, which explained the triumph in his expression. Red chortled, that fact the thing furthest from his mind at the moment. Finally, his mind had accepted Razz’s words, and his sockets grew wide as he realized what it meant.

He was going to be a parent.

With Razz.

Fucking stars. Razz stared at him, expectant, and Red slowly made his way out of the armchair. Staring at Razz, his soul fluttered. His smile grew wider. Suddenly laughing, he grabbed Razz’s face and pressed a kiss to the other’s teeth. Razz immediately responded, throwing his arms around Red’s neck. They were warm and strong from training.

Laughing into the kiss, they broke it.

“we’re gonna be parents, sweetheart!” he exclaimed, half in disbelief half in joy. Razz smirked, and nodded.

“WE ARE, DUMBASS,” he agreed. Then he blinked, and his sockets widened. “WE’LL HAVE TO MOVE THE WEDDING EARLIER. I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED WITH A BABYBUMP, OR AFTER THE BIRTH.”

He laughed quietly. Trust Razz to think such a thing in a moment like that.

The wedding.

The sky was grey. It seemed like it was going to rain soon. The manor hall they were going to hold the ceremony in was lit by a thousand candles. Decorated with flowers and with ribbons. It wasn’t a  typical Fellverse wedding, which was the reason they’d chosen it. Different. Red breathed deeply where he was standing behind the great door. On the other side of it the wedding ceremony was to be held. On the other side of it all of their family and friends were gathered.

His soul beat erratically. This was it. He was going to marry Razz. Couldn’t be happier about it either, really. Yet he felt sweat trickle down his brow, down onto his fancy red suit. Taking in another shaky breath, Red looked over to where his brother was sitting. Fell was his best man, of course, and smiled encouragingly. Understandingly. He knew all about Red’s problems and fears. That he wouldn’t be good enough. That Razz would regret marrying him.

Regret having children with him.

Then, all the sudden, Slim appeared. He cleared his throat, and gestured toward the door leading to the rooms where Razz had gotten ready. Razz had refused to let Red see him in his wedding dress until it was time. Wanted to surprise him, he’d said. The doors opened, and Murdermallow ran out, yipping happily. She had a small crown on her head, and a bouquet with blue carnations in her mouth. He chuckled. Murdermallow was First Maid, obviously. Another clearing of throat, and he looked back at the door.

Red blinked, sockets widening. He blinked again, and his soul fluttered. Smiling widely, he forgot all his worries as he studied his soon-to-be husband. Razz was gorgeous. Wearing a black floor-length dress with red details and a three-meter skirt which trailed behind him, a silver/ruby wedding circlet on his head, and a bouquet with purple, black and red carnations in his hands, he smiled back at Red. It was a bright smile. All sharp teeth and soft edges.

Almost like in a dream, Red stepped forward and offered his arm to the other. Razz took it. Heels clicked against the floorboards as they walked toward the door that would let them into the wedding hall. Everyone took their positions.

“I LOVE YOU,” Razz said just before the doors were opened, and the guests stood up. Red beamed at the other, and as they made their way toward the altar, in the company of their brothers, Murdermallow, Frisk and Chara, and Swapfell Alphys, nothing had ever felt so right.

Still one of his fondest memories. There had been a few better, but not many. One of those better moments were…

The birth.

The sky was dark. It was in the middle of the night, and the house was quiet. They’d exchanged their apartment for a house only a month before. Children should grow up with room to run and play. The couple snoozed quietly, cuddled close to each other. Razz was moving slightly, restless, and Red’s hand rested on the gigantic ecto-stomach. A scream echoed through the room, and Red woke immediately, sitting up in alarm. Realizing the bed was wet, he turned to his husband in worry. Razz was clutching his stomach, sockets wide and breathing laboured.

“THE WATER-“ he panted, leaning forward and moaning in pain. “THEY WANT OUT.”

Red blinked again, mind still muddled from sleep. Once he realized what that meant, he gasped and flew out of bed. Their babybones were coming. Razz was going into labour. Dizziness overtook him, and he gasped for breath as Razz screamed again. It was an excruciating noise. Wide eyed in panic, Red threw a pair of short and a t-shirt on before carefully hoisting Razz into his arms. Luckily Razz had slept in pyjamas ever since he was starting to get due. That was one thing less to worry about. Sweat got in his sockets as he hurried out to the car, putting Razz in the passenger seat. Thank the stars Fell had forced him to learn how to drive. Shortcutting with a pregnant Razz would be dangerous, but less dangerous than taking his husband’s motorcycle. Car was the safest alternative.

Tears filled his sockets as he stared at his husband. Razz was lying at the hospital bed, partially covered in marrow and ectoplasm. He was holding two babybones in his arms and smiling brightly although exhaustedly. Red laughed. He was a father. The doctor held out the third babybones, and he took her in his arms. She was beautiful. They were all beautiful; Razz and their triplets.

It had been a long and hard birth. Listening to Razz’s screaming had been the hardest thing Red had done in his life. But now… He laughed again, softer this time. As he let a phalange travel over his daughter’s face and ribcage, she grabbed it. Hard. It was a fast grip. She’d grow up to be just as strong as Razz one day, he was sure. His entire body felt warm and tingly.

“i love ya,” he whispered, sitting down on the hospital bed. His tone was almost reverent, and he felt one of the tears escape. It dripped down his cheek, and he didn’t care. Razz grinned up at him, looking very proud over himself. “yer th’ strongest, most beautiful, wonderful, amazing monster i’ve ever met. together with boss.”

Razz laughed, and leaned forward. It was obvious what he wanted, and Red was all too happy to oblige. Gently, he took Razz’s face in his hands and kissed him.

“I LOVE YOU TOO,” Razz replied, sounding almost breathless. His eyelights were soft-edged stars as he looked down at the babybones in their arms. “AND I LOVE THEM, VERY MUCH.”

“yeah,” Red breathed. Wiping of a few tears from his face, he felt his smile widen even more. Wider than ever before, as he watched his family. “yeah, i do too.”

The sky was still dark, still filled with stars. The door opened, and Red turned away from the window. Murdermallow bounced in. She was old now, but acted like she was still a puppy. Following her was Andromeda, one of her now-grownup chow puppies, and Brownie, one of the accidental mixed breed puppies she’d had with Blue’s dog, much to Razz’s displeasure. The only one they’d kept. He laughed, petting her stomach as she rolled over to her back, before looking up. Razz was standing at the door, smiling at him. He smiled back, and stood up.

“THE KIDS ARE ASLEEP. WALKING THE DOGS SO LATE IS EXHAUSTING, APPARENTLY,” he told Red, tiptoeing to kiss his cheek. Red turned his head at the last moment, causing their teeth to meet instead. Razz glared at him, but didn’t pull away.

Then they were both smiling. Red’s soul beat slowly, happily. He couldn’t believe he had been this lucky. That someone this magnificent had not only agreed to marry him, but proposed to him. That he could be so blessed as to not only have Boss in his life, but Razz, and their amazing children. How did life turn out to be so wonderful?

“great,” Red said. He lifted a hand, caressing Razz’s cheek softly. The other leaned into it, nearly purring. “hey, razz?”

“YES?”

“happy 11th anniversary, darlin’. i love ya lots.”

“I LOVE YOU TOO. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY.”

#happy birthday again! #also this is what i wrote in that wooden chair beneath the stars #because the vibe was inspiring despite the uncomfortableness #kyuko-chan #my writing #blackcherry #swapfell #underfell #uf sans #sf sans #uf papyrus #sf papyrus #murdermallow #first meeting #blood #kind of #wedding #proposal #birthday gift #obviously #red named andromeda #memories #child birth #labour

[enchanted-flowers]

Random one: how would UF Sans, UT Sans, and US Papyrus react to something paranormal? ((I'm watching Supernatural I'm sorry XD))

….I just realize how I’ve come full circle. My first ever ask I sent to a headcanon blog was about the skeles reacting to a ghost or something and now I’m the one answering the same ask. 

*Wipes nostalgic tears* 

For the paranormal, let’s make it a poltergeist haunting their home. 

Underfell Sans

Nope, nope, nopity, nope. He teleports out of there. There’s no way he’s going to be a victim of a horror movie. Even if he can’t teleport away, he at least knows how to defend himself against a ghost. Salt and iron baby. He’s watched enough Supernatural to know this. (What? Dean’s hot). Once he temporarily gets rid of the ghost, Red finds the bones or item it is attached to and burns it. The next day, he buys a plaid shirt. 

Undertale Sans

Ghost don’t really bother him as long as they don’t break or hurt anything. He had dealt with a demon child before, you think some lamp breaking is going to scare him off? Hell no. Sans researches the history of the house and the land around it, then finds a supernatural expert to deal with it. Maybe one of those Paranormal tv show guys since those shows are actually kinda of funny by how make it so overdramatic. Once the spirit is gone, Sans just goes on with his normal, everyday life. 

Underswap Papyrus

Stretch sets up plans to capture it. He draws pentagrams all over the house, salt rings, anything to get a good look at it and study it. He thinks its fascinating, how there’s a dead person in his house who’s able to terrorize him. Once he’s finished studying, he finds a way to make it go away. Look, he’s grateful for a chance to learn about the afterlife and stuff, but the lamp breaking is really annoying. Sorry dude. 

#undertale #underfell #underswap #sans #papyrus #undertale headcanons #safe for work #afangirlforeverything

[wingdingsareathing]

Oc Muse: Valrek

Name: Valrek “Val”

Species: Dragonoid Monster

Looks (Dependent on Universe)

Undertale: White Scales and sky blue eyes. Bulky with muscle hidden under his ‘chub’

Underswap: Silvery scales and grey eyes. Leaner than his counterparts.

Underfell: Red scales and yellow/gold eyes. Bulky with more defined muscles.

All: Have curved ram horns though Fell’s are cracked and chipped in some places. They are all a few inches taller than Papyrus, not including horns. Though they are dragons Valrek doesn’t have traditional wings. His wings are manifested through magic.

I’m a sucker for guys in plaid. To keep warm in places like Snowdin (or dry in Waterfall) They like to wear their capes/cloaks from the military. They are slung over one shoulder and fastened with a Deltrarune clasp on the other.

Dragons are very unique species of monster. They can live very long lives so they usually horde knowledge. They will pass this knowledge through performing arts such as music, storytelling, etc.

Having been a General during the war(Swap!Val was a Scout), Valrek is a very selfless person that cares for the safety of others. This can lead him to be compulsive if there is no time to think of a plan of action. Fighting in the war has left him scarred and not only physically. He will sometimes have days where he’s confused and doesn’t know where or when he is. Valrek hasn’t hurt anyone during these episodes but he’s come damn close to. And that scares him.

When he’s in this state it’s best to make physical contact and speak to him. Make sure he focuses on the touch and words so he can be grounded. If he’s hostile then literally ground him. Once restrained begin the above steps.

Despite these slip-ups, Val is compassionate, witty, and a bit headstrong when it comes to things he believes in. He’s not above reason. Just needs to be good valid reasons.

His kryptonite is...shiny things...legit. He won’t steal shiny stuff but boy if he’s given something as a gift he will treasure it. Different versions will be more or less vocal about the interest.

Just don’t make the dragon mad. He can go from calm to having a fire in his eyes quickly.

Dislikes: fish (mostly the smell), high pitched noises etc

Likes: A good romcom, though Fell wouldn’t admit it right away. A good hearty meal. Feed him and he will stick around. Music.

Fear: Losing himself and hurting someone in the process

#pictures later #when mun is satisfied with result #undertale #oc #dragon

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

for funsies because i got covid AGAIN

quarantine is back because y/n got COVID. skeleton house chaos ensues. what happens in those 7 days?

Undertale Sans - He's the guardian of the main door lol. No one has the right to enter, except if they make him laugh with a very good knock-knock joke. Everyone failed. They're doomed to stay outside. No one really knows it's because you have Covid because Sans forgot to mention it lol. You are so confused when one of your best friends calls you to ask you if you're sequestrated by Sans.

Undertale Papyrus - He watched some video of the first confinement and assumed buying a lot of toilet paper was the thing to do. He got a bit confused but went to the store to buy their entire stock of toilet paper. Since he didn't know where to put it, he built a toilet paper fortress in the middle of your living room. You won't have to buy toilet paper ever again you think.

Underswap Sans - He caught it too, but has no symptoms, like most monsters. He is now going crazy inside his own home crawling on the floor because he can't stop thinking about going out. After a week, your house is a war field as Blue had to find new ways to make himself busy. He tried to cook, which he failed, he painted the walls again, but ran out of paint and screamed when he realized he couldn't go out to buy more, he took a soup bath just because he could... Yeah, never again.

Underswap Papyrus - He would not say he's glad you caught it, but look at that, you're stuck home for an entire week with him! He's going to cuddle with you on the couch all day. He doesn't care if he gets ill, at least that will give him another week with you. He's having the time of his life and he wants to live like this forever, watching Disney movies while hugging his S/O in the couch, with a big plaid and hot chocolate.

Underfell Sans - With the fever and you sleeping 20 hours a day, Red isn't sure you're still alive sometimes. So randomly during the days, he's going to poke your ribs with a broom to make sure you're not dead lol. You better show you're alive quick though or he's panicking and calling rescue services. It happened twice already lol. You woke up so confused to rescuers trying to prove your boyfriend you're actually ok.

Underfell Papyrus - You told him no one has to enter the house and it took it a bit too literally. He trapped the garden and the main road leading to your house to make sure no one got close. He caused three car accidents already and a Karen screamed at him because her kid stayed three hours hanging upside down to a branch of his tree. Edge doesn't care, he's protecting. No one will get in.

Horrortale Sans - He's embracing the golden retriever kind of life, following you everywhere in the house, sleeping at the back of your bed, staring into your soul when it's time to eat to make sure you're eating... You barely manage to keep him out of the bathroom lol. Yeah, Oak is a bit anxious about it and kinda thinks you're going to die or something. You keep telling him you're fine but he's not convinced.

Horrortale Papyrus - Your food tastes like hand sanitizer because he's washing everything with it, food included. You feel even more sick now. You're begging him to stop but he keeps telling you it's for your own good. Man... You just want McDonald's right now...

Swapfell Sans - He's using you as an excuse to not go to work with Toriel and he's so proud of him. You swear he's trying to make the quarantine longer because he really doesn't want to go again. He's a bit paranoid about you though. When you're coughing more than 5 seconds, he's running to make sure you're okay.

Swapfell Papyrus - He will call you nothing but "mutant pangolin" for the entire week and will call all your friends and family to tell them you have started your mutation and won't be able to join them for a week. You're going to have a lot of calls asking what the hell is happening to you. Your mother even thinks you're pregnant. Thanks Rus.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's sleeping in a tent in the garden and refuses to get close to the house lol. You told him wearing an anti-radiation suit was too extreme, but he doesn't want you to contaminate him so he won't listen to you. Wine is maybe a bit paranoid about human viruses.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You told him you will sadly not be able to cuddle him all week. He gives you the ultimate offended hurt kicked puppy look. He could never forgive you. He's sulking in his room for three days before daring to get down for food.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O is outside hanging out with their skelly, showing them how to play baseball, S/O throws the ball while skelly holds the bat, when the ball is hit however it ends up hitting S/O leaving them with a black eye. Whoops. How do the skellies react?

Undertale Sans - He's running to make sure you're ok, but when he sees you are, that jerk just laughs and teases you about how gooood you are and that you must be a good teacher because the ball got scared of him and ran straight back to S/O's face. You know you won't here the end of this before a long, long time.

Undertale Papyrus - When you screamed in pain, he panicked and threw the bat at you as a reflex like it burned his hands. He has too much force for you and he knocks you out. He now thinks he's a terrible husband and you will hear his "Nyooh hoo hoo" until late in the night. He doesn't want to play baseball ever again.

Underswap Sans - Yeah he hits the ball! He's so happy he doesn't care at all about you whining on the ground. He couldn't hit a ball in two hours, you can't be mad at him now that he is a professional player. It's not his fault you're so bad at dodging.

Underswap Papyrus - Uh oh. Oh no, he... he ruined your date right? Oh... Oh no. He teleports out of here straight to his bed to scream in his pillow about how he messes up everything in his life. He refuses to see you for two days because he's scared you might hate him now.

Underfell Sans - "pffffff your face" and then he starts laughing uncontrollably. Great. You're watching him die on the floor, outraged. This was a terrible idea, as Red won't stop throwing things at your face randomly during the week to test your reflexs because your face was so hilarious.

Underfell Papyrus - He comes to heal you, but it's pretty obvious he's holding himself from laughing at you, as his mouth keeps twitching. He then tells you that you would have been a weak opponent into his world and that even him would have had mercy on you because of how pathetic and weak you look. It sounds like an insult to you, but he seems to think it's hilarious instead. You're upset.

Horrortale Sans - He's frozen in fear as you're getting up with a black eye. He hurt you. He just hurt you and he didn't want too, what's wrong with him? You go and confort them before he has a panic attack. Oak promised to never hurt anyone ever again (well, not peaceful everyone at least), and he's not sure he wants to play now that he saw this game can be dangerous.

Horrortale Papyrus - GASP. He rushes to you, apologizing, and he won't stop apologizing until you're in the couch with a nice plaid, a nice movie, nice food and a nice pack of ice. He can't control his force sometimes, and maybe this game is not the best for him.

Swapfell Sans - ... Is this black spot on your face supposed to say he won? You say nothing, just looking his way with murderous eyes. He thinks you're just angry because you lose. He will keep aiming at your face. He won't stop. He thinks he's a baseball champion already. The neighbours call the cops because a skeleton monster is beating his S/O with baseball balls.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh no! He throws the bat in the air to help you. The bat falls back on his own head. Rus is : knocked out. You are not both whining on the ground, beaten by a bat and a ball. That's quite pathetic.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut]

     That ask about the snake and the s/o going into a fast moving river for it reminded me of the time I jumped into a fast moving river. I feel like it's good to note before this story that I'm actually kind of afraid of water because of almost drowning as little kid. Anyways, I was visiting some family a few years ago during the summer and it was hot out so we decided to go to river because there's a deeper pool in it without a whole lot of current and it stays relatively cool. My cousin had brought his 2 year old dog with him, Chevy, that he had adopted a few months prior but this was the first time we had met him. (He's the absolute cutest and sweetest pitbull ever.) And he got hot too, so he went in the river for a few minutes near us in the little pool and we didn't really think anything of it. Apparently my cousin wasn't watching Chevy very well though because I looked downriver not like two minutes later and THERE HE IS just struggling against the current.

     So, naturally, I leave the little pool everyone's in to go get my cousin's dog who's a good 500 feet or more down the river by now and, as I figured out later, it was absolutely a snap decision on my part to do so. I manage to get to him pretty quickly, because at this point in time I'm swimming with the river's current, and bring him closer to shore but by now we're pretty far from my family and they look like little dots on the bank. I hang onto Chevy and he's trying to get to the bank also (team effort!) but there's only one spot of bank this far down the river and it's tiny and steep and I let the Chevy go up while I stay in the river because I know I won't make it up the bank but I can at least help the dog up out of the water. So Chevy takes off through the brush and then down the road and I've made it maybe a third of the way back upriver by the time I see Chevy on the bank with my family (he's fully white and easy to spot) and everyone promptly starts to freak out and start screaming to figure out if Chevy just ran ahead of me or if I'm still in the water.

     Legitimately the second I'm close enough to the bank my family's on though, Chevy helps me get up onto the bank the rest of the way by dragging me in by my shirt. I probably laid there on the bank for like an hour after letting everyone know I was fine, but I was so tired after that. I think I took like a five hour nap when we got back to the house lol. Chevy is literally my best buddy now and he's all over me whenever I see him, he even napped with me when he got back to the house.

     Anyways, sorry for the long story, but how would the Farmtale, Underfell, Mafiatale, and the regular Undertale bros (sorry if that's too many) react to learning their s/o did that? Maybe they found out by asking how that one pet in particular just won't leave their s/o alone and is always exponentially excited to see them or something like that? Also, I hope you're doing well and staying hydrated and eating food and stuff, just taking care of yourself. You deserve the absolute best and nothing less. (Also sorry for my inactivity in your inbox lately, I haven't been doing too well.)

- Ghost

Ghost!!! 💖💞✨ No need to apologize! I saw your sweet message on uquiz! I hope your days get better because YOU are amazing, ok? 🥺

Also, your dog Chevy sounds adorable 😭💖✨

Straws: Well, he knows how close some owners get with their animals. Just look at him and his chickens! But he never expected such a story! He’ll lean down give your dog an affectionate pat on the head and congratulate him on being such a good boy. 

Plaid: He’ll be slack-jawed the entire story and just blink at you and your dog when you’re done. “Talk about a crazy story.” He’ll bend down and pet your dog while he makes a mental note to tell you about all the dangerous spots in the river by their farm. 

Red: He listens to your story completely enraptured by every detail. From the moment you tell him the dog was way farther down the river to the point where he was dragging you up to the bank. What a story! He’s not surprised. The dogs of his underground were very tough, so dogs on the surface aren’t too different? Well, maybe a little different. Yours is very lovable and affectionate. The dogs of his underground still owe him 20G.

Boss: He’ll listen to your story intently and nod along to everything you say. When you’re done he’ll look down and nod at your dog. He’s heard harrowing stories like this back in the underground. The rushing waterways between snowdin, waterfall, and hotland were no joke. He’s glad both you and your dog were able to get out of that situation ok.

Brick: He’s got the dog cradled in his arms while you tell him the story, and when you’re done it finally clicks and he just stares down at your dog in his arms with big eyelights. “This dog is tough! I like him!” (As if that wasn’t obvious before, Brick?) He’ll pull you into his arms as well and tell you that he’s glad it all turned out ok.

Gent: Gent is not a fan of dogs at all. He’s more of a cat person if he’s being honest. He tolerates your dog at first because he’s so close to you. But when you tell him WHY your dog is so close to you? Perhaps he can afford to like ONE dog....(Don’t let him lie to you, he can’t resist those big ol’ puppy dog eyes and will be very protective of him from this point on.)

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