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me: hiatus over!! time to get off of my booty! also me: existence is pain *plays pokemon and suffers*

Sorry, Y’all! ~Hiatus Over~

I apologize, everyone! I took a LONG hiatus from any sort of social media without notice (mostly due to mental health and a pure lack of interest), but I’m back with a vengeance! And I’m here to stay! *evil laughter*

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Could you write a matchup for me? I'm a 5'8 straight, skinny female, with curly brown hair and brown eyes. I'm very sensitive, I'm shy and awkward with strangers, but talkative and joking with my friends. I'm childish and I love to tease people. I'm a lazy, highly procrastinating INTP, Pisces. I am an absolutely hopeless romantic, and I forget things very quickly. I love dancing, writing, and gaming. I like going to libraries and museums, and anywhere that entertains my curiosity. Thank you!

First match-up! Hell yeah! Now y’all will get a taste of the TRUE powers of matchmaking *wrings hands evilly*

@talesoftheunderground

I’d match you with US!Papyrus!

~Underswap Papyrus (Stretch)~

-Oooooooh, this man. He adores you. So much. Loaf him plz

-You’re utterly gorgeous, in his eyes, and nothing of your apparent childishness, sensitivity, or laziness can get in the way of that. Never has and never will.

-He’s an expert when it comes to quirky quips to reply to your jokes, and he’s a seasoned teaser so you better watch your back. He loves to poke fun at your hair (he has and will call you ‘Miss Shirley Temple’) and your short-term memory, but it’s all in good fun and he would never DREAM of hurting you.

-He’s shockingly protective of you and anyone who messes with you or (god forbid) makes you emotionally or mentally upset will get a magical bone up where the sun don’t shine.

-He’s the one who won’t push you to do much, and his presence will honestly be counterproductive to whatever you’re desperately urging yourself to accomplish. He’s a lazy ass and will ADORE laying around the house all day in nothing but your underwear and Netflix blaring some crime show in the background.

-He’s not much of a dancer (and he will constantly claim to have two left feet) and writing has never been his forte, but he’ll cheer you on from the sidelines and will read anything you word vomit out. He’ll also enjoy how Blue (US!Sans) with B E G you for a dance-off. Stretch is not helping you out of this, you’re on your own with this one.

-He’s laughing like a donkey on the couch, you may tackle him later.

-Hopeless romantic? Honestly, this dude was just hoping to get by with some good friends and some good mead. But you? You? You’re heaven on earth. You’ve blessed his days and cured his acne (and he will constantly remind you of this, despite the fact that you both know he is sans-skin). He likes to fluster you with gifts and affection, and though he’s a bit more active in this category than UT!Sans, he’s still a sleepy butt and your gifts will probably consist of some food and a gaming session but honestly who’s complaining?

-That being said, he’ll game with you any day of the week, but be warned that he is SUCH a shitty partner. He’s trolling you left and right, no matter WHAT you’re doing. He’s shooting his own teammates. He’s teabagging. He’s drawing/building dicks on whatever/wherever he can. Stop him.

-At least it’s entertaining.

-While he’s a slut for science and information, getting him to go anywhere more than a few miles from the house will take some begging. If you get Blue on your side, it’ll be a lot quicker, but he’ll still fake-sleep and groan when you try to tug him off of the couch. This is only the first few times, though, and after he realizes just HOW much you enjoy them, there will be MANY surprise dates to the museum and the Librarby. He aims to please (after a nap or three).

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Sorry, Y’all! ~Hiatus Over~

I apologize, everyone! I took a LONG hiatus from any sort of social media without notice (mostly due to mental health and a pure lack of interest), but I’m back with a vengeance! And I’m here to stay! *evil laughter*

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I’ve found my type of person.

5 Random Headcanons of Grillby

1. Grillby has magic to protect his flame-y body from the worst of water. After all, he lives in Snowdin, and snow and ice is just a little body heat away from becoming water. Working there would be too much of a hazard otherwise! It’s just more effective if he’s prepared for it. So, no surprises that involve water balloons, squirt guns, snowball fights, or ice buckets.

2. If you walked into Grillby’s closet, you would find your normal fare of clothing, but along the wall you would also see… bow ties. As in, so many bow ties. You have no idea how so many different patterns could exist, but he probably has every one imaginable, and then some. Many were gifts from friends and loved ones, and some he purchased himself. Don’t make fun of the bow ties. [ @lostsoulwolf knows what’s up with this one. *nudgenudge*]

3. Grillby is actually a nickname, and it’s the name on the bar’s lease and sign because it has a better ring to it. It’s short for “Grillbert,” which he’s not nearly as fond of. He prefers Sans’ “Grillbz” more, even. He might make a habit of hiding his mail from his friends on the surface. You will have to pry THIS headcanon from my cold, dead fingers. [Lost also knows what’s up with this one too.]

4. When you look at Grillby, he seems like a formal, quiet kind of guy. And he certainly can be. But what some people can’t tell at first glance is that he will totally play jokes on you. Not quite to the extent that Sans will, but he gets some laughs from a few harmless pranks. Speaking of the skeleton, they have been waging prank war for quite some time now. The current score is… dubious.

5. Normally, Grillby will have scattered conversation with his customers, in-between orders and tasks. But when Frisk enters the bar with Sans, Grillby can tell that an important conversation is going to happen. Not wanting to interrupt his longtime regular and friend, he stays quiet. (That red bird monster that “translates” for him, that makes the water joke? Yeah, Grillby gets them back for that.)

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Hi. Could you do UT!Grillby reacting to an S/O that is very touchy feely and loves giving him hugs, kisses, and cuddles? (self inseeeeerrrrtt) No need to do that though! I love your blog Btw!

@awesomeundertalelover3

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- This would be me if I had a literal sentient bonfire as a boyfriend. (If you want me to write you a self-insert fic with your OC (or you, I’m not picky and I certainly do not judge), send a matchup and a prompt in and I’ll see what I can do ;3c).

~Grillby~

-He just gets this big, goofy grin on his face when you first start to show your true colours. And every instance afterwards.

-This man is melting, gooey, lovestruck putty in your hands. Please cuddle and kiss him. Let him hang off of your arm like a doofus in public. Hopelessly romantic and incurably smitten with you, the feeling of you pressed against him, the sensation of your lips on his cheek, the softness of your hands as your fingers intertwine with his, and the countless other displays of affection are cause for his SOUL to nearly beat out of his chest whenever you are near. It’s actually adorable when his flames tinge blue at the tips when he sees you and you hear a slight crackle emanating from his chest, which is akin to a kitten’s purr when you nuzzle your ear to where his heart would be. That being said, he is definitely not stopping you.

-He’s saddened during the day when you’ve gone off to work and can’t bum around his pub like you do over the weekends (I mean, he knows his bar isn’t the most interesting place on earth, but he really does savour every second you’re with him). He understands that you need to pay your bills and that you’re a bit too prideful/kind to mooch off of his earnings, but… he gets pretty deflated and dejected when you leave. He’s the type of person who would have you attached at his hip for the whole day if he could because he loves how affectionate you are and he kinda needs that in his life.

-C U D D L E S E S S I O N S. All of them. All the time. You’re obviously the goober who allows them, so you will be getting a bunch of nuzzles and huggles from your bonfire, as if he’s trying to repay you for all the happiness you’ve bestowed upon him.

~Mod Jellyfish~

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Ooh could I request UT!Asgore headcanons please? I love the big fluffball <3

Glad to oblige, doll~ I also didn’t know whether or not you meant General Headcanons or Romantic Headcanons, so you’re getting both. Enjoy~!

-When he arrives onto the Surface after the Barrier breaks, he finds a small cottage just outside of Ebbott City, right in a cove of tall aspens with a assortment of many ponds and creeks surrounding. It’s a gorgeous plot of land, which makes up for the tiny size of the home. Asgore wanted something more modest when he and his citizens moved into the world above, but, after a few months of being on the Surface and owning his chalet, his flower garden is anything but modest as it bursts and bleeds with vibrancy. He managed to make his little valley a painting of happiness and colour within the short period of time he was bestowed with. Buttercups are the centerpiece of the entire garden, but they’re bunched together with daisies, begonias, hydrangeas, daffodils, tulips, violets, and he even preens a prize-winning pink rose bush that takes its stand right under his kitchen window.

-He gave up being King of the Monsters when Mt. Ebbott’s Barrier was destroyed. He believes that he doesn’t deserve the title anymore, consider all of the horrible things he’d done to Frisk and all of the poor children before them. Giving his people hope beneath his own prejudice… he doesn’t even believe that he is still meant to be blessed with a beating SOUL and a solid body anymore. Frisk convinced him to become their partner in crime when it came to being an ambassador, but that’s all he’s willing to do. All he wants is some quietness in his life so he may repent.

-No human child that fell before Frisk had been directly killed by Asgore. PATIENCE was killed in the Ruins by Vegetoids and the spiders. BRAVERY was captured by the Royal Guard in Snowdin and was slaughtered because they fought back too hard. INTEGRITY bumped into Undyne in Waterfall, but they managed to escape and hide in some grass. They perished because of their wounds after they dragged themselves behind a sheet of water (in the secret cavern) in attempt to hide from Undyne. PERSEVERANCE met their demise off of the bridge in Waterfall. They were knocked off by Undyne, and then the Head of the Guard then proceeded to gloat her victory to Gerson by bringing him their remains. KINDNESS bled internally from blunt-force trauma brought upon them by a Tsunderplane. JUSTICE made it to MTT Resort before being the co-star of Cooking with a Killer Robot. Bratty and Catty then took their items because the besties associated the gun and the hat with MTT’s killer performance. Asgore still blamed himself for every death. Every ounce of pain. Every drop of blood. He’ll never get over it.

-A flower crown was the first gift he ever gave you. It was weaved delicately with dandelions, daisies, carnations, buttercups, and every variant of your favourite flower he could manage to grow. It was beautiful and honestly a very genuine gift because of the meanings of the flowers. Dandelions mean persevering through life’s challenges, daisies mean loyal love, carnations have the meaning of pure love and the implication that the recipient is lovely, and buttercups have the tendency of saying ‘your charm dazzles me’. The connotation of your preferred bundle of petals is dependent on what that bundle of petals is, but nevertheless. He also tells you that each blossom has a meaning, and is very fluent in those meanings. He speaks through them when he can’t find the words to speak aloud.

-His favourite thing to do with you is to sit on a love-seat near his bay window, sipping at Golden Flower tea, with you leaned against him and the slight hum of classical music in the background. Many if not all of the dates he takes you on are quiet, such as afternoon trips to the local tea house or slow strolls through the woods that encircle Mt. Ebbott before dusk, just so that you can watch the sunset together. He prefers to stay out of the city as much as possible, and he just wants you to understand the reasons he loves his solitude. He’s still terrified of you finding out about his past and leaving him for his sins (and he doesn’t blame you; he’d leave him, too), but he’ll still try to make you as happy and comfortable as possible when you’re with him. Because, hey; you are the newest and only light in his life. He will cherish your warmth for as long as he’s allowed.

-He melts into any kind of affection after becoming sure of your presence. His hugs are the best for these reasons; he’s big, he’s strong, he’s gentle, he smells like flowers, and he’s s o f t. They don’t call him Fluffybuns for nothing. He just kind of envelops you in his arms and suddenly you’re in a safe cocoon of contentment and love, because this goober adores you. His kisses are also silky, but they do have the downside of tickling a bit when his nose twitches, which is an involuntary movement he’s gotten used to doing when something brushes against his nostrils. Whilst on the topic of schnozes, he also sneezes like a kitten. It’s adorable, send help.

-His nicknames for you are ‘dear’, ‘buttercup’, and ‘my flower’. He also has so much free time on his paws that he writes you little poems, stories, and paints you small pictures with all those hours he has to himself. He plants them in your coat pockets, into your lunch bag, and/or into your backpack for you to find throughout the day to read the sappy and affectionate words he spent hours writing, just so that they could be as poetic and as heartfelt as possible. He overthinks all of them, but I swear to god, if you don’t love every single one of those beautiful little notes then there’s something seriously wrong with you.

~Mod Jellyfish~

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The Undertale Crew ~ Kissing Headcannons

People like me are ruining the fandom. But...

Here y’all filthy sinners. Also, warning: if complete and utter fluff is not your thing, then I advise against reading this post. Also includes PDA and height headcannons because I have no impulse control.

~Sans~

-Soft and gentle. Almost like a face-nuzzle. With his teeth. Because... no lips... He’s actually kinda surprised that you don’t dislike the feeling of literal teeth against your skin, but he doesn’t really complain since, well, you like them.

-Too lazy to always go up on his toes to smooch your face or wait for an opportunity when you’re down to his level (his level is 5 foot. He smol), so you find that he has a fondness for your hand or, if you’re minuscule enough, your neck. Also, he never asks to kiss you. It’s spontaneous and kinda jarring because, y’all could be doing nothing when surprise motherf*cker you just smooched the skeleton.

-Caution: he might fall asleep half-kiss if you’re lazing around during it, and/or there is a 99.99% chance he’ll follow the display of affection with a display of puns on said affection. Bad puns. Stop him.

-Likes to receive kisses on the cheek. Not too much effort, but he knows you love him. Plus, you’re lips are soft, and he enjoys the feeling of them on his bones. They’re nice, but he doesn’t want to abuse his privilege, so he won’t demand much of you.

-When you lounge around with him, there is a high percentile chance he’ll nudge your temple once or twice. It’s lethargic and faint, but you know it’s there. He just wants to make sure you still tolerate his presence, no biggie.

-Overall there isn’t a lot of kissing initiated by him, but he’s contented with you just being there, and he makes sure his lethargic opposition to PDA and/or excessive apathy doesn’t get in the way of you fully understanding that.

~Papyrus~

-Boisterous, and usually painful because his overzealous nature can get in the way of the common sense that his teeth hurt like balls clunking against your comparatively squishier lips that exuberantly.

-But sweet and genuine kisses nonetheless, swollen bruises aside.

-Picks you up in a swinging hug almost every time without fail. Will make you feel fairly dizzy by the end of it, and not just because of the affection. Will also trigger fear of heights if you have it, probably. Because, I don’t know, a 7 foot something monster is picking you a few feet off the ground? He might accidentally throw you once in a while. Whoops, nope, he didn’t mean to do that. Forgive him.

-Likes to proclaim his uttermost feelings to you in-between smooches. Even in public. PDA to him has no bounds. If you’re uncomfortable with that amount of... zest being shown to others outside of your home, he will pitifully attempt to restrain himself until you get back to the house.

-He just loves you too much, dammit.

-He likes any and all kinds of kisses, but has a squeamish dislike for French-kissing. It isn’t because of you, or anything, of course. He just feels as if it’s too... scandalous to be doing on a normal, everyday basis. Also, the tongues. Why. It just doesn’t look like a good time to him, and he’ll be hesitant on trying it.

~Undyne~

-Fuhuhuhu kissing is for the weak, nerd!

-She is weak. She is very weak.

-Passionate as all hell, she’ll pick you up and proceed to nearly cut your face into slivers with her sharp teeth. If she isn’t able to lift you (which would be a very rare occurrence, since she’s strong AF and 6′ 5″) or you’re just that much taller than her, she’ll wrap her arms around your neck to plant a few than just one on you.

-It usually ends with a kind of breathless ‘Fuhu! Love you, babe!’

-She doesn’t mind PDA, but she is very respectful of your boundaries and will even stop being so brash if you kindly ask her to subdue her muscles, because they’re hard and painful and she often underestimates her own strength. She might be a little downtrodden that she’s accidentally been hurting you, but she’ll take whatever measures it takes for it never to happen again.

-Like Papyrus, kissing with her has no bounds. But, unlike Papsicle, she can 100% do French-kissing and will. She enjoys smooches on the lips or anywhere on her neck, and she will just melt if you start to kiss her scars or gills.

~Alphys~

-Chaste, shy, and barely-there. She’ll also stutter out many apologies afterwards, or, if not that, you’ll hear a quiet ‘hhhhnnnnnnnn’ when she hides her reddened face in her claws.

-Very smol at 4′ 4″, you can lift her and smooch her at the same time.

-Very embarrassed and blushy but loves you very much and will take all of you abuse undying displays of your utmost love and cherishing with minimal internal death.

-That being said, she will flush and bear it through PDA, but you’d have a pistachio-sized brain to even imagine that she’d return the favour outside of closed doors. The second you get home, she might be comfortable with a few kisses, but before that she Suffering.

-Likes all kisses that don’t involve the lips or anything below the neck. Cheeks, foreheads, noses, ears, even eyelids are all acceptable places to smooch her and she will 100% appreciate.

~Toriel~

-Motherly and... you have to remind her that you’re her S/O and that she can kiss your lips, otherwise she’ll just be very self-conscious about it until the day she dies.

-Very fluffy and tender. She usually bends down to plant one on your temple or on your head, but when she’s sitting with you and your heights are then similar, she goes for your cheeks and nose. And what I mean by similar heights, I mean she’s 8 foot something and she’s almost 99% of the time taller than you.

-Nose-nuzzle champions 20XX, no effort required. None.

-PDA is a bit stilted in public, both because of awkward height-differences and awkward social situations. She is usually surrounded by children 24/7 and would rather not be a bad influence upon their behavior... but she is more than willing to hold your hand in her paw or nudge your temple once in a while.

-Likes ear-kisses. They tickle both you and her, sure, but if you want to see her begin to giggle semi-immediately, just attack her floofy ears with smooches. (You also might get some hair stuck on your lips, please pardon her).

~Asgore~

-What kiss? I’m allowed to kiss you? Since... when?

-You have to tell him that you like him very much and that he 100% has permission to smooch you to get him to even attempt stealing one.

-A bit gruff because he underestimates his enthusiasm at times, but his big muzzle and heaven-sent beard make up for it. It’s so s o f t. Literally God’s gift to your face. His beard feels like it’s made of the inner layer of fur off of a Siberian Husky. And, if you know what I’m talking about, you know that that shit is fluffy.

-Has a weakness for your cheeks and jawline because you complain that it tickles. He will tease you to no end about it and there is a 1000000% chance he will continue to pester you with his floof.

-PDA is... inelegant, per say. He’s most likely way taller than you (nine foot something, anyone?), so it’s much more noticeable than if he was about your height, and people are watching, and he’s worried you’ll get bullied because of him being your boyfriend, and- save him.

-His favourite kisses include nose-kisses and cheek-kisses. Smooch this man on the nose. Become the next nose-nuzzle champions. (Although he might be insecure about doing it again; it brings back some bad memories for him).

~Grillby~

-He’s a literal kitten when it comes to this. He becomes really cuddly and giggly, and you can almost always tell when he wants to kiss you because his flames flare a bit and he adjusts his glasses, not looking at you straight in the eye and crumpling his posture.

-Very warm, genuine, and wholesome, just like him. If he gets permission to kiss you, he tries his best not to let his shyness get in the way of giving you the best smooch he has to offer. It feels as if you’re being enveloped with a fresh-out-of-the-dryer blanket and you’ve just stuffed your face into it, although with the literal Godsend of a ginger, loving, utterly sincere kiss.

-Not gonna lie; he’s the best kisser out of everyone on this list, and is the only person to truly treat kissing as a Big Deal, besides Nabstablook. Also, his first kiss was likely you, as he did not have any prior relationships Underground. Every kiss is treasured with him and he will never forget a single one.

-PDA is a bit overbearing, to be honest. Like Grillby, please, for the love of God, stop hanging off of my arm-! He just loves you too much, dammit. Whenever you enter the bar, whenever you’re on any public dates, whenever anything happens, you will most likely get a face-nuzzle and a few kisses on the cheek from your favourite, six foot fiery boyfriend. If he wasn’t such a kitten, he’d be scary as hell at that height and with that amount of fire (pun intended).

-He likes any kind of smooches, really. As long as you’re willing to provide them then he is Down.

~W.D. Gaster~

-You thought Grillby acted nervous when asking for a kiss? Ha!

-He wrings his hands together, sweats, stutters and almost gives up because he finds that he looks pathetic like this. Pick up on the slight changes in his mood or habits and you’ll know when he wants something like this, saving you both the ungraceful dancing-around-each-other.

-Gentle, a bit shaky, and dry because goddamit, Gaster, can you just take care of yourself and drink water like a normal person but otherwise very heartfelt and sweet. Kinda tastes like cherry lollipops or sriracha sauce but shhh accept it.

-Has to bend waaaayy down to smooch you, but he can and will do it. It’s kinda funny to see an 8 foot monster basically at a 90 degree angle, and you better tease him about that because it gives his face the most adorable dusting of lavender you will ever witness.

-PDA is everywhere. He loves to hold your hand, link arms with you, and, if you let him, he’ll kiss the literal hell out of your face. Loves to rest his head on yours or have you lean up against his chest because then he knows you’re there, you’re his, and you’re not going anywhere.

-He enjoys whatever kisses you’re willing to give him. Just... smooch his entire face. Return the favour. Assert your dominance. Start a war.

~Burgerpants (Felix)~

-He won’t initiate kisses. He just won’t. Too nervous. Too insecure. What if you don’t want to be kissed? What if you don’t like smooches? What if you actually don’t like him? What if- save him.

-His tail swishes, his ears flatten, his fur and paws get hot, and you can hear the faint rumble of a purr in his chest when you lock lips. It’s an unsure AF kiss, but you know he loves you when he goes as far as kiss you when you ask. He also tastes like cigarette smoke and fruit-flavoured vape, but don’t mention it if you don’t want an even more self-loathing kitten on your hands. You’ll also probably get cat fur on your lips and in your mouth. Sorry ‘bout that.

-Is a bit short at 5′ 9″ (well, at least, to him he’s too short), so there’s a chance that he has to physically move more than he’d like to in attempt to smooch your cheek. It makes it 100000000% more embarrassing, and gives a thousand more situations that won’t go wrong, but he thinks they will anyway.

-PDA is stunted. There is none of it. He’s too Anxiety-Ridden for that. He’s also terrified that Mettaton will see you hanging around the burger joint and fire him as well as give you both bloody ears. He might hold your hand in his paw or wrap his tail around your legs if he really likes you enough, though.

-He’d be surprised that you’d want to kiss him, so he’s accepting of all smooches. But don’t be shocked when sometimes he doesn’t want one. He’s a cat. What do you expect? Cats are assholes sometimes, live with it. You’re the one who went so far as to find a boyfriend in a cat, so accept the consequences of his moments of being a prick.

~Nicecream Man (Nicey/Bleu)~

-This goober loves you so much. Too much. He’s all over you at all times during the day, and he doesn’t ask for kisses before he initiates them. They’re all just sweet nuzzles with his velvety-soft nose with the ‘mwah!’ sound effect afterwards, but he’s too much of a cornball to care how sappy he is.

-You know the Thumper thing? Yeah. When you smooch, his ears twist like pretzels and his foot involuntarily thumps against that ground. He probably won’t fall to the ground every time you two snuggle each other’s faces, but the first time you two kiss, he’s definitely falling to the floor in a melted, lovestruck puddle of joy.

-He tol at 6′ 3″, and he’s very lanky so he most likely is gonna lean down do that he can smooch your cheek. And, even if he is that much of a tower, he still hangs off of your arm (like a child) and wraps his fingers around yours, letting his head rest on your head.

-PDA is everywhere. Like, gross, get a goshdarn room. There are no limits to him, but he will be respectful of your boundaries if you set any. He gives you personalized Nicecream messages within the wrapper, and most are so bad. ‘Love you, beautiful!~~~’ ‘*Kiss* >//u//<’ ‘You’re the light of my life and you should never forget that. If you do, I’ll give this to you again.’ ‘You’re the most perfect person to ever-’ I think you get the point.

-Likes the kind of kisses that are light but chaste. The cheesier the better. He’s not really the passionate romantic, he’s more of the ‘buy them dinner and take them on a moonlit walk in the park’ kind of guy than the ‘butter then up so they’ll screw me’ douche. So his romantic advances are mostly just in hope of cuddles and sweet words.

~Mettaton~

-This darling loves you, don’t get him wrong. He adores every piece of your body and every fragment of your SOUL. He’d trade the rest of his life for another day with you if you were on your deathbed. But he cannot give up his fame. His stardom. You will be all over every media whether you like it or not, and there will most likely be no privacy in your relationship.

-When you kiss, he tries to do it as far into solitude as he can get you two. He wants your behind-the-scenes to be remotely between you and him, because, as you stepped into his life and made him feel things he had never felt, he became annoyed with the fact that paparazzi followed your every movements. It finally got to him with you around.

-He wraps his robotic arms in a burrito around your body, squeezing every plausible area of your outer self with those metallic noodles, picks you up, and then plants one on you; passionate and utterly dramatized, just like him. It’s warm, despite it being metal, and surprisingly malleable. You don’t know how, but okay. You’ll roll with it. Either that situation, or you both are basically trying to meld bodies whilst dancing, hands knowing no boundaries, faces locked in a battle of domination. Pick your battles. Win the wars.

-PDA is a bit of a bitch with the public always trying to breathe down your backs, but Mettaton will always make sure that you’re as comfortable as he can possibly make you when camera flashes begin to stalk you as their prey. It’s not all day every day that the paparazzi tail you both, and only on those days does MTT smooch your cheek and wrap an arm around your waist. Otherwise, he will limit himself to modestly holding your hand or having an arm snugly around your shoulders until you get home, where you’re (hopefully) alone.

-He’s eccentric. He likes kisses with energy, with movement, with... uh... something else going on. He’s a man of passion and vigor, and he strives on dancing and play-wrestling. He also won’t argue if you pin him down and kiss his neck.

~Nabstablook (Nabstabot EX)~

(Background- I headcannon that MTT convinced Blooky to meld into a robotic body once they reached the surface so that he would be more physically pleasing to their new fanbase of humans. Nabstablook wasn’t keen on the idea, but fell for his cousin’s pleads and did it so that MTT wouldn’t be disappointed in him. He never fully became corporeal, though, and can exit his body whenever he pleases).

-Hahahahahahahahaha save him. He doesn’t understand what romantic love is, to be honest. Why does he feel hot in his chest, why is his SOUL feel like its trying to break out of its glass casing? He doesn’t know how you make him feel that way, but he knows that he cares about you and that he feels good in your presence. (MTT soon tells him that he’s fallen deeply in love and suddenly he feels as if he hasn’t done enough for you so cue anxiety).

-His kisses are small and timid, much like him, but you can sense the meaning behind them. He doesn’t take things like that lightly, and you have to respect that about him or else you could very well make him assume he’s inadequate or, even worse, break his heart. He’s also 5′ 3″ in his robot body, so he is smol and adorable and please smooch this bean’s nose because he will blush really hard.

-He shakes when you kiss on the lips, his fans whirring to try and cool his robotic body so that he doesn’t overheat and his hands trembling against your shoulders. He cries a bit every time (and he profusely apologizes) and, the first time you smooch his face, he ends up aborting mission. He n o p e s right out of his robot and that’s probably the first time you see his ghost form. He starts sobbing because he thinks you’ll think he’s appalling and he’s sorry for making you see something like that, so you have to sit him down and go on a spiel that he’s beautiful, no matter what form he takes. Then he cries because he loves you and he’s never heard someone say that about him before.

-PDA is awkward. MTT wants you on every magazine, every TV program, every DJ Napstabot merch item, everything. Blooky gets really anxious when in the eyes of the public, so you both decide that you’d give each other space outside of your homes. Not that he doesn’t love to hug you (because you’re soft and warm and beautiful and he doesn’t know why’d you love someone like him) but he’s bad at life. He has too much social anxiety for that.

-If you want him to blow a fuse, kiss him anywhere but his cheeks. Smooching his neck will cause the most embarrassed squeak you’ve ever heard in your life, his fans buzzing so loud that everything else mutes. He likes being kissed on the cheeks, head, and, once he gets used to it, the lips.

I think that, overtime, you can tell when I got to my favourite characters. Whoops, sorry about that. If you want more in-detail headcannons or fanfiction requests, please don’t be afraid of asking! I’ll happily write you an indulgent fic, if you so desire~

~Mod Jellyfish~

[imagineunderneaththemountaindeep]

Death isn’t an option. We must continue disappointing the people who want us dead. That is the only option.

The fandom of undertale is dying?

If that is a lie, reblog it!

[imagineunderneaththemountaindeep]

General W.D. Gaster Headcannons

- “I like worrying… it keeps me calm.” ~ Diane Keaton, 5 Flights Up - Imagine the most British, intellectual goon that tries to use big words to sound smart. Now multiply that by a thousand, a badly imitated accent, and the almost constant use of giant words that you didn’t even know existed. This man is a walking Oxford dictionary. A wannabe British Oxford dictionary. - He’s memorized the entire periodic table, down to the precise decimal masses of the elements. Might not seem like that much of an achievement, but when he starts both being a meme and flirting with said elements, then you’ve got an…. obviously dorky scientist. -His SOUL color is purple. -His ‘Gaster Blasters’ were named by Sans when he was an assistant to Dr. Gaster. The skulls were artificially created by Gaster’s DNA, Void essence, and some of Sans’ magic. They are beings that live within the Void of the CORE and are summoned by teleportation. They feed off of strong emotions, which is the reason why they decide to aid their summoners in the midst of battle. -S O  M A N Y  T U R T L E N E C K S. Like, he has every color of sweater you could possibly imagine. You didn’t even know that color existed until you saw him in that turtleneck. But other than that, his fashion sense is very simple and refined. A sweater, khakis or corduroys, and a ‘casual’ black trench-coat. -His facial scars from the Void are actually engraved into SOUL from when he fell into the CORE. -His birthday is June sixth. -Tol boy. Over 8 feet tol, in fact. He hits his head on many door frames and car roofs, and he’s constantly complaining/suffering from a headache because of it. -He is such a cornball. Mistletoe, picnic dates, stargazing, all of it makes him swoon. He’s a hopeless romantic, but his anxious demeanor stops him from really pursuing anything intimate like that. Plus, his work takes him away from his personal life often, so socialization isn’t really the first thing on his to-do list. -He needs constant validation and love. Basically a giant puppy.

-Drinks hot sauce like Sans drinks ketchup. Some of the other Royal Scientists back in the day dared him to take a shot of sriracha and he ended up getting addicted liking it.

-Such a nerd. Goes of on science-y tangents because it makes him happy. Listen to him ramble and it will make him even happier.

-Grade-A chemist and physicist, but knows close to nothing about biology and needs a calculator for ‘2+2′. Not saying he’s dumb in the mathematical regard, but he doesn’t trust himself to provide the right answer with his brain. He also didn’t know what the hell a period was until he got a female human as a friend, and knows zip about human reproduction. Monsters reproduce with their SOULs, and most don’t even have reproductive organs, so he most likely doesn’t even know what a vagina is. Wait... humans put what where?!

-Loves lollipops and will always have some sort of sucker in his mouth. Gives him something to distract himself with in the silence of the labs.

-Got teased for being a pretty boy because of it

-Gets really distressed when his friends are distressed. It’s a vicious cycle.

-Suffers from PTSD and anxiety. Help the poor boy.

-Hates the darkness and is utterly convinced that thunderstorms are the spawn of the devil himself, especially if they cut out the power.

-Unsurprisingly is the white dad friend.

-Loves his friends as if they were his children. Calls people ‘my child’ and ‘dear’. Toriel rubbed off on him.

-Likes to try and be smooth, but fails miserably and he ends up making the situation 10000000000000x more awkward.

-Most of these are just @gasterimagines version of Gaster. They dragged me into this hellpit, they’ll get their goshdarn credit for it. 

~Mod Jellyfish~

[imagineunderneaththemountaindeep]

General UT!Grillby Headcannons

-Has an older brother and a niece.

-Comes from a loooooong line of Grillbys. His bar is a family-owned business that was first started on the surface by his great-great grandfather. He’s Grillby the V, for God’s sake.

-Fire elementals also have decent lifespans that go from centuries to almost a thousand years. Grillby is relatively young and has yet to reach the halfway point of his first 100 years. Mid-twenties to early thirties, I like to assume.

-His father had recently passed the bar down to him and he had been working by himself for six years before Frisk fell Underground.

-When he’s flustered, the middle of his face begins to glow blue. The more embarrassed he is, the darker blue his face becomes.

-Selectively mute. Barely speaks to anyone he doesn’t know personally, but his facial expressions convey most of what he’s trying to say.

-Eyebrows speak more than he does, to be utterly honest.

-His french fries would 100% be voted best french fries on the Surface, no doubt.

-Makes drinks ‘specially for his friends and names it after them. There’s a Bloody Mary on his menu (which is literally just bourbon-spiked ketchup) and called it ‘BourBANE Of My Existence’.

-(He’s also a HUGE jokester around his friends, but he would never even attempt anything on patrons he doesn’t know enough about. People don’t believe Sans nor Fuku when they try and tell them that Grillby knows how to playfully joke around. The quiet bartender from Snowdin who doesn’t speak or even notice the existence of monsters in his bar because he’s a shy bean? Can’t be).

-Constantly ribs Sans about his tab, but never expects anything out of it. He’s learned that the smol skeleton is a Grade-A freeloader.

-Has also known the skeleton mentioned above for most of his teenage and adult life.

-Likes burning vanilla or cinnamon.

-The type who goes to hold the door open for his date and ends up holding the door for the next eight patrons.

-If not in a suit n’ tie, he sports cardigans and khakis.

-The shyest hopeless romantic you will ever meet in your life.

-Loves his friends so much. Like, so. Much. It’s a bit overbearing in the cutest, mother-hen way.

-He’s the type of person who texts you in the middle of work just to say he appreciates you (platonic OR romantic).

-Will give you free drinks or french fries if you’re his friend. 

-He will learn your favourite meals and cook them for you, even if they aren’t on the menu (he will also come to your house to deliver said food if you do not stop by the pub that day).

-He’s the friend that would come over to your house at 3 am because you said you feel like shit and you need a shoulder to cry on.

-Or keep the bar open at ungodly hours just because you walked in a minute before closing and began to sob on the counter and he needs to comfort you as soon as possible or else he’s gonna start crying, too.

-Sweetest sweetheart to ever sweetheart. Pure cinnamon roll, must be protected, too good for this world.

-He can hear everything. Seriously. You could be whispering something in the back of his pub, him in the kitchen and he would s t i l l know what’s up.

-Also knows all the gossip. Owning a bar means that he hears anything and everything going on in the local area almost as soon as it arises. He would never dream of revealing anyone’s secrets, though.

-Can discern emotions. Any slight change in someone’s face or every glitter in someone’s eye can and will be noticed by him. You can’t hide feelings from him at all.

-Cuddle fiend. The person who’s too timid to ask for hugs but gives the best ones.

-A bit of a pushover. Will do anything to please.

-Not being liked by someone makes him very Sad and then he tries everything under the sun to make them change their mind.

-(Is lowkey distressed that Papyrus dislikes his restaurant)

-Really book-smart and could finish a crossword in under an hour and/or pass an SAT.

-Isn’t a dog nor a cat person. He’s a bird person.

-Gets really self-conscious about how loud his flames are crackling.

-Gets hotter in temperature when embarrassed.

-Flames dim when in a low mood.

-Water to his flames is like acid to human skin.

-Zero pain tolerance. Like, none. Pinch him lightly and he’s sobbing for his mother.

-Also has zero tolerance for teasing. It’s so easy to fluster him, it’s almost pathetic.

-The only time you will hear him curse is when he gets a sharp pain or a variant of such. It’s more of a cry of anguish, but you can still hear the cuss through the tears. 

-If it is raining outside, he will hermit inside of his bar until it stops. He is not going outside, nope nope nope nope.

-That being said, he has a phobia of both Waterfall and thunderstorms. Anything having to do with water makes him squeamish and he would rather not even serve water in his restaurant.

-Gets this really goofy grin around people he loves.

-Adjusts his glasses when anxious, and takes them off to clean them in awkward situations.

-A mix between the dad friend, the mom friend, and the naive friend that needs constant validation that they’re a good friend.

-Will make cookies and give them to his friends as gifts as they go to leave the bar on occasion. If you’re really special, you get personalized cookies and a hug.

-Who am I kidding, if you’re special to him, you get a hug every time.

~That’s all for now~

-Mod Jellyfish