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[capricorn-writes2]

Dream Sans, Nightmare Sans and Reaper Sans Dating S/O who is a Goddess/God of Nature

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Hello, there @cloudyuphere.

I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I had a horrible carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand, depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as theraphy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of Internship before leaving to find new job.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities and a little bit of violence

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Dream Sans

Dream feels naturally drawn to your calming and nurturing aura, like their energies are intertwined, as if your soul with him are intertwined. Being near you fills him with a warmth that feels like sunlight filtering through leaves.

The two of you often walk hand in hand through ancient forests or rest together in vibrant flower fields, where you tell stories of each plant's origins. Dream listens in awe, feeling like he’s witnessing nature's secrets through your words.

Dream weaves delicate dreamcatchers from fallen twigs and enchanted threads, gifting them to you. He tells you these charms will guard your dream just as you protect the natural world.

Together, you and him stand as protectors: Dream guarding the purity of dreams, and (Y/N) safeguarding the balance of nature. The two of you are an unstoppable team, shielding the world from corruption and pollution.

Dream loves when you weaves flower crowns for him, placing them gently on his head. He wears them with pride, even during his duties, believing they symbolize his connection to your love and the earth.

Dream is constantly amazed by how animals are drawn to you, as if they sense the pure magic radiating from (Y/N). Birds perch on (Y/N)'s shoulder, deer approach with calm eyes, and rabbits rest at your feet. Dream jokes by calling the animals “royal court of nature”

When (Y/N) emotions cause a small earthquake becoming bigger, Dream gently holds you, whispering words of comfort and love. He’ll stay by your side, calming the shaking ground until the earthquake stops.

He often tells you that your love is like nature—endless, patient, and deeply rooted. He promises that just as rivers carve stone and forests endure for centuries, his love for you will remain unshaken, timeless, and eternal.

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The golden afternoon sun filtered through the leaves of the great oak tree, casting dappled patterns of light onto the grass where Dream and (Y/N) sat together. The gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of wildflowers, their colors vibrant against the lush green earth. It was a perfect day for a garden date, peaceful and filled with the quiet comfort that always surrounded them.

Dream leaned back slightly, his golden eyelights shimmering as he glanced at (Y/N) with a playful curiosity.

"You know," you said with a mischievous glint in your eyes, "I bet I can make a better flower crown than you."

Dream’s head tilted slightly, intrigued by the challenge. "Oh?" His voice was light, laced with humor. "Is that a wager I hear?"

You nodded, your smile widening. "Whoever loses has to plan the next date."

"You're on," he said, reaching for a nearby cluster of roses

(Y/N) grinned, already reaching for delicate stems and blossoms, hands working with the grace of someone familiar with nature’s gentle touch. As the two of you worked, the only sounds were the rustling leaves and the occasional giggle when a petal brushed against your skin. The warmth in the air seemed to wrap around you, encouraging the quiet laughter that filled the space beneath the oak's towering shadow.

Dream worked carefully, stripping the thorns from the roses he chose—reds for love, whites for purity, and pinks for admiration. His hands were steady, thoughtful, ensuring not a single thorn remained to mar your skin. He wove the crown with patience, the colors blending in a simple yet elegant ring of soft beauty. You watched his concentration, charmed by the way he wanted every detail to be perfect for you.

While Dream worked with precision, you worked with intention. Baby's breath for everlasting love, white carnations for pure affection, and pink carnations for gratitude, your hands wove not just flowers, but a quiet message meant only for you to know. It is a hidden message for him.

When the final stems were tucked into place, you both sat back, admiring your creations. Dream’s gaze lingered on his crown, satisfied but curious as his eyes drifted to yours. You held up your masterpiece with a proud smile, and though Dream admired the elegance of it, there was no mistaking it, you had won whereas he had to cut the thorns after wards carefully so it would not prick your head once it is placed.

He let out a dramatic sigh, a playful pout forming on his skeletal face.

"And here I thought I stood a chance" he mutters to himself.

"Looks like you'll be planning our next date," you teased, leaning closer. A giggle escaped from your lips.

Dream chuckled, though there was no bitterness in his tone, only affection. "If losing means I get to plan something special for you… then maybe I don't mind losing after all."

His fingers brushed over the crown you made, lingering as if he could sense the meaning woven into every bloom. Then, with a tender smile, he reached out and placed his own crown gently upon your head, careful as always. The roses sat softly against your hair, warm and fragrant.

"But you wear victory beautifully," he whispered.

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Nightmare Sans

Nightmare is both fascinated and frustrated by how (Y/N)'s energy contrasts with his own. Your power is vibrant and life-giving, while his is dark and corruptive. Yet, he finds himself craving your warmth, like a shadow longing for sunlight.

There’s an almost forbidden allure to their relationship. Nightmare sometimes wonders if he's corrupting you by being close, but you reassures him that even the darkest soil can nurture new life. Your and his love is proof of balance.

(Y/N) is the only one who can calm Nightmare when his corruption surges. A simple touch, a soft word, or the scent of flowers is enough to keep his darkness from consuming him entirely.

Nightmare crafts dark, thorny roses for you, a symbol of his love—dangerous but beautiful. You accept them despite even getting pricked sometimes, knowing that even thorns hold meaning, and she/he/they plant the roses where they bloom in the darkness.

There are times when Nightmare worries his power will poison their bond. But (Y/N) proves him wrong by growing plants even in the darkest parts of his realm, showing him that beauty can bloom even from corruption.

When Nightmare is consumed by negative emotions, storms often gather. (Y/N) uses their/her/his powers to calm the winds and soothe the skies, reminding him that even his storms can be tamed.

Nightmare respects your strength. Nature may seem gentle, but it is ancient and unforgiving. Their ability to control life and death fascinates him—how one moment they are soft and nurturing, and the next, fierce as a storm.

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The garden behind Nightmare's castle was a place of shadows and silence, where the moonlight struggled to pierce through the dark haze lingering over the earth. Among the twisted, thorn-laden stems stood his black roses, their velvety petals rich with a darkness that shimmered beneath the pale glow of the sky. Each bloom was dangerous, their thorns sharper than any blade, but beautiful—like obsidian carved into delicate shapes by the hands of fate.

Nightmare stood there, still and thoughtful, his glowing eyes lingering on the flowers. He wondered if they were too cruel a gift, too dangerous to be given to one as radiant as you. But there was beauty in them, a dark kind of elegance that reminded him of the strange balance between his shadows and your light. With careful hands, he reached for the stems. The thorns were merciless, biting into his skeletal fingers as he worked, but Nightmare didn’t flinch. Pain was a small price to pay for perfection.

He stripped away the sharpest edges, weaving the stems into a small bouquet. Shadows coiled around his hands, holding the roses together as if the darkness itself wished to be a part of this offering. He tied them with a single, dark ribbon and looked down at his creation—dangerous, yet softened for you. It felt fitting, this fragile, fierce beauty. Something only you could truly understand.

Satisfied, Nightmare opened a portal with a simple twist of his wrist. The dark energy hummed, pulling open the veil between his realm and yours. Stepping through, he was greeted by the quiet calm of the night. The park was cloaked in silver moonlight, the air cool and still. And there you were—waiting for him. You sat beneath a tree, eyes turned toward the star-strewn sky, your silhouette glowing softly in the night.

There was a quiet grace in you, as though the universe itself paused to admire your beauty. For a moment, Nightmare stood still, observing you with an intensity that he rarely allowed himself. You, who greeted him without fear, who accepted him even when shadows clung to his very soul. His steps were silent as he approached, the darkness curling around him like a second skin. When he stood close enough, he let his presence be known, his voice low and smooth.

" Why hello there, darling," he said, a slow grin pulling at his skeletal features.

The bouquet of black roses appeared in his hand like magic, held out for you.

"I have a little gift for you before we go," his tone was playful, but beneath it.

There was a quiet vulnerability—an unspoken hope that you would accept this shadow-touched offering.

You turned, surprise lighting up your features before your expression softened. There was no fear in your eyes, only warmth. Your fingers reached out, brushing over the dark petals with care, as though you understood the sharp beauty within them.

"Thank you," you said gently, your smile delicate but real. Carefully, you took the bouquet, cradling it like it was something precious, not dangerous.

And in that moment, Nightmare knew the truth. You were the only one who could see past the darkness, who could hold something sharp and love it regardless. His heart, hidden beneath layers of shadow and corruption, ached in the softest way.

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Reaper Sans

Their love is a delicate balance, Reaper represents death, and (Y/N) represents life. Yet, neither sees the other as an enemy. Instead, they understand that life and death are two sides of the same coin, forever entwined.

Despite their divine responsibilities, they respect each other’s roles. Reaper gently reaps the souls of withering plants and animals, while his S/O nurtures new life from the remnants, creating a cycle that neither can break nor escape.

You often visits the graveyards Reaper tends to, planting flowers and vines over the resting places of souls. It’s (Y/N) and his way of honoring life even in death, and Reaper secretly cherishes the beauty you bring to his otherwise somber realm.

(Y/N) finds comfort in the rustling of leaves, saying it's the voice of those who have passed, whispering to them. Reaper listens too, finding peace in knowing that death isn't the end, just a change.

Whenever Reaper feels overwhelmed, (Y/N) gives him seeds to plant. "So you can remember that even after endings, beginnings are waiting," she/he/they say, reminding him that his role holds hope, not just finality.

The two of you often take slow walks through graveyards, Reaper sharing stories of souls long passed, while you ensures every grave is adorned with a bloom. Together, the two of you honor the dead in both your own quiet, respectful way.

You often leave him little flower arrangements, each with a secret meaning. Reaper learns their language, recognizing when a sprig of rosemary means remembrance, or lavender means peace.

Reaper built a small sanctuary in his realm, a garden where (Y/N) could visit, untouched by decay. It became both of your secret haven, a place where love and life could thrive in his world of endings.

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The sanctuary stood quiet, bathed in the soft golden light of the afternoon. Reaper paused at its entrance, his dark cloak brushing against the delicate grass beneath his feet. It was a small haven he had crafted, a place untouched by the weight of his duties. Yet, even in his absence, the space had changed. Flowers now bloomed along the edges, their vibrant colors breaking through the shadows. His gaze lingered on one in particular—honeysuckle.

The meaning was not lost on him. Bonds of love, it whispered, as though nature itself acknowledged the connection between them. A small, solemn smile tugged at his lips. Despite the divide between life and death, their love had rooted itself, blooming quietly like the flowers that surrounded him.

And there you were, seated at the simple wooden table beneath the outstretched branches of a tree he had planted. The sunlight caught in your hair, a soft glow surrounding you like a halo. In the center of the table sat a small box of teas and a pair of insulated bottles, steam curling lazily from the spouts. The scent of herbs drifted in the air, mingling with the sweetness of the nearby blossoms. You looked up, eyes lighting up as Reaper approached. There was no fear in your gaze, only warmth.

Reaper's steps were soundless as he crossed the threshold, dark robes trailing behind him like the whispers of forgotten souls. He lowered his hood, letting the sunlight touch the pale bone of his skull, and offered you a soft smile.

"Hello, sweetheart," he greeted, his voice low but warm.

"I brought something for you." His eyes, dark as obsidian, glimmered with a rare tenderness.

You tilted your head, curiosity brightening your features.

"What is it, Reaper?" you asked, your tone as light and sweet as the honeysuckle that framed the sanctuary.

Your hands were already reaching, ready to accept whatever gift he offered, no matter how strange or shadowed it might be.

From beneath his cloak, Reaper withdrew a small, delicate tree. Its leaves shimmered like silver in the soft light, and its branches cradled fruits unlike any other—apples split down the middle, one side black as night, the other pale as moonlight.

It was simple, yet ancient, holding a quiet power that hummed in the air. He placed it on the table between you, his fingers lingering for a moment on the fragile trunk.

"A Tree of Life," he said softly, as though speaking the words too loudly would break the moment.

"When I'm busy, when I cannot be here… let this remind you that I will never truly leave you." His eyes lifted to meet yours, and there was something raw in them—something soft, and painfully human.

You reached out, your fingers brushing the smooth bark with a reverent touch.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, voice laced with emotion.

Your gaze lingered on the black and white fruit, a symbol of balance, of life and death entwined in harmony.

"And so are you, Reaper," your words were simple, but they struck deeper than any blade.

And though Reaper had known centuries of silence, centuries of endings, it was this, your soundless-veil love.

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[ao3feed-undertale1]

Undertale : mirad

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62654923 by Cloudyuphere This is based on a dream that I had,enjoy,I found this interesting so I decided to post this here,if you want to do anything related to this,please credit me Words: 161, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Other Characters: Sans (Undertale), Original Characters Additional Tags: Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Canon Sans | Classic Sans (Undertale), Suspense, No Smut, No Sex, No Spoilers, No Romance, No Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62654923

[yuckydraws]

Skelly of your choice with an s/o who likes to playfully flirt with then like casually sit on their lap ,actual cat phrase ,or even a flirt smirk or Lenny face (both playful and not playful ) and then comment about their blushing face (Yup, it is also mixed up with genuine thoughts of s/o about skelly when they flirt with him like that they find their personality attractive and stuff like that xd)

Alrighty! Just for future reference tho, please tell me which guys ya want next time. You don’t have to remember their names just like “HT Sans” or “SF Papyrus” is fine.

I’ll choose Vant, Coffee, and Wine because I think they��d have the funnest reactions.

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Vant: If you’re his S/O he won’t hesitate to flirt back just as much. However his comebacks might come back after some sputtering and blushing, if you catch him off guard. It’s really easy to catch him off guard with a flirt. If you comment on his blushing face tho, he will not hesitate to purr the smoothest lines you’ve ever heard while pulling you closer by your waist and get you feeling all flustered as well. Don’t play this game with Vant unless you’re ready to lose.

Wine: He’ll raise a brow at you trying to get a rise out of him, and turn up his flirting game to match. It’s really hard to get this guy blushing, but a well timed and a dirty flirt can achieve that. It’ll be a small one across his cheekbones but a blush no less. If you comment on it, he’ll admit defeat and pull you close to leave kisses on your cheek as he calls you his sneaky little bun/beau (whichever you would prefer he call you. And yes, he calls you little even though he most likely smaller than you standing at 5’1”).

Coffee: Oh he loves this a lot, but he rarely can get a word out as he’s so flustered. Just a lot of happy purring and nervous stutters. If you comment on his blushing face he’ll stutter out a “st-stop!!” But he doesn’t mean it. He loves the attention. Specifically if you climb in his lap, because he can hug you close and nuzzle his face into your shoulder. The longer into your relationship you guys are, the more he’ll flirt back. He used to be quite the flirt in his underground, he just gets nervous with you because he knows it’s real and genuine. Just give him time;)

[zirkkun-uthcs]

What would happen if s/o took the initiative of confessing (considering that they were already friends a long time with the said skelly) and didn't knew how to confess properly ,in kinda frustration and also wanting to confess they kiss him:3

How would geno,dream,nigthmare and cross react ?:0

(I apologize, I don’t write for Dream or Nightmare, but I’ll write the other two ^^;;)

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Aftertale!Sans - You said you wanted to tell him something, and yet, here you two are, in complete silence, sitting directly next to each other on the sofa. With nothing happening. An eventful evening, clearly.

Geno will try to prompt some sort of useless conversation of sorts -- small talk, more or less, but he knows he’s just saying words to fill the empty space within the hanging awkward atmosphere. He doesn’t really have any idea what to do. He doesn’t even know why you wanted to talk to him in the first place. All he does know is that he’s really nervous about the prospect of you right here and now telling him how much you actually have hated him this whole time. But that won’t happen. It’s his brain making up things. Right? Right. That’s it.

... right?

Stars, panic is still swirling around his skull. There’s nothing he can do about it. It just keeps building and building, adding on more and more with every breath he takes and every word he thinks of. Geno starts dead conversations less and less, slowly debating whether or not he should just leave and hope you tell him about this later.

When suddenly, a hand snatches his jaw, and something presses against his cheekbone.

A...

A kiss?

Right now?

He turns to see you with your face buried in your hands, practically scream-crying with embarrassment. Geno is... a little confused as to what’s going on, but like the good friend he is, will pull you into a hug. Which you return -- tightly. He’s a little concerned... until he hears your voice against his skull, whispering to him the confession you’ve been dying to say.

XTale!Sans - Cross doesn’t really understand why you’re suddenly awkward with him that day. Just yesterday, you two were totally fine, hanging out as usual, but now you’re acting as if you’re trying to hide something from him and it’s driving him crazy. He really doesn’t do well with lying of any kind, but considering it’s you... whomst he has a pretty big soft spot for... he’s trying to make an exception to try and understand the root of why you’re being so... like this.

“something wrong?” he’ll ask. No response. “hey, have you heard the news from this morning?” The answer’s no. “geez, i feel almost kind of sick from whatever we had to eat yesterday, what about you?” Still a no. “something about today’s a little off, don’t you think?” Complete and utter silence. Cross is beginning to lose his patience.

“look, will you just tell me whatever you’re thinking? the more you stay quiet, the more worried i get, and --”

This.

This was not the answer he was expecting.

He...

What...

What does he even do? What does he say? Well, I suppose he can’t really say anything right now -- not while your lips are sealing his mouth shut.

He’s definitely dreaming, right? What kind of fairy-tale nonsense is this right now? And why does this feel like forever?

When you finally push back, Cross is absolutely star-struck. He doesn’t know what to say. He doesn’t even know what to think, much less anything else. He’s just... overwhelmed. By a lot of emotions. All at the same time.

The confession finally forming into words as you speak, finally letting that itching annoyance from the day, begging you to say something; Cross is even more frozen than before. He might genuinely need you to snap him back awake into reality, because he’s so thrown off by everything that’s happened that he doesn’t even think it’s real.

[alch3mic]

Congrats for the followers !:3 i also noticed that you are mqking macthups so why not !:3? I a rather tall girl( just a bit more taller than average) with long black wavy hair that is somewhat curly and brown eyes ,my skin is a bit tan,I am a rather shy person and really introvert as well :3 ,I love books ,memes and I end up worrying alot about people well begin specially of they are close to me than to myself :3I love music as well ,any gender of music is cool specially popular songs :3

I am specially shyer when it comes to relationships (as in dating) and when it comes to making friends as well (don T have lots of friends yet some few closer ones ),I am a curious person who loves to learn new things besides a book lover ,anime lover yup:3 I also love games ,rather an affectionate person yet won’t be hugging you out of blue unless we are really close :3 I don’t mind affection yet I get embarrass if it’s public ones .(Could it be a sans ?if not that’s k ,peace out !:3 have a great day )

Have no fear, your match the PRINCE is here!

🤍 Shy folks are just fine for Prince! He’s a very cheerful and generally friendly person, so he’s incredibly eat to open up to. He also takes special care to make note of you and what interests you, all so he can make you feel more comfortable around him by engaging on topics that’ll feel more natural to talk about. Whether that be music, games or reading, you’ll be feeling at ease around him in no time!

🤍 Speaking of music, Prince has always been quite the fan. He enjoys a variety of mixes, from classical to current, and has quite the singing voice. He likes to show off with it sometimes by serenading his dearest and dancing, but otherwise he has nothing but love for music. He might have to brush back up on what’s popular now a days but he’d be happy to listen with you!

🤍 Oh a fellow gamer! Hurray! Prince loves video games with a deep passion, because they allow him to fulfill that sense of adventure calling out to his soul without having to leave the safety of his own home. He also likes anime, books and movies for the same reason. You can totally expect Prince to be joining you for some time in playing games together or just hanging out to read a good book or two. He has quite the library full of books on his estate for you to enjoy!

🤍 Prince can sometimes be a tad overbearing his display of affections, but that’s just because he has so much to give! He loves reminding you of how wonderful you are, and enjoys giving small displays of affection whenever he can. If it’s ever too much, all you have to do is speak up a bit

[knowsbones]

Good to see you back !:3

Thank you darling!!! I really hope I can get something out for all of you. Unfortunately, time and my ever decaying laptop is not a great help. 😔

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I love your au ! It's awesome ahhhj!:3yiur art is amazing

[capricorn-writes2]

Aftertale Sans, Ink Sans and Error Sans Dating S/O who is a God/Goddess of Nature

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Hello, there @cloudyuphere I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the question late because I had a horrible carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand, depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6-month internship before leaving to find a new job.

Gender: Neutral Warning: None

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Geno Sans

Geno finds comfort in your calming aura, the scent of fresh flowers easing his weary soul. Your presence alone soothes the echoes of resets that haunt him. He often rests against you, allowing vines to curl around his fingers as he listens to your heartbeat.

You love placing flower crowns on his head, watching how the petals contrast against his dusty scarf. At first, he finds it silly, but he never takes them off.

When he wakes up from nightmares, you summon glowing fireflies to light the room. The soft golden glows reflect in his dull eye sockets, and he watches them in silence. He never says it, but those tiny lights bring warmth to the void inside him.

Geno flinches the first time you touch his hand, as if afraid he'll ruin something so pure. But your hands are steady, wrapping his trembling fingers with warmth. Over time, he learns that even he, a glitch in the universe, deserves to be held.

Even if time resets again, you vow to find him in every timeline. He scoffs at the idea, but deep down, the thought warms him. If there’s anyone who can defy fate, it’s you, the very embodiment of life itself.

Geno is not one for words, but his actions speak volumes. He’ll leave small, pressed flowers in your books, lingering just a little longer when you hold his hand.

He enjoys walking with you under the moonlight, where the world feels quieter. You guide him through forests untouched by resets, where fireflies dance among ancient trees.

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The moon hung high above the quiet world, casting silver light upon the untouched forest. Crickets chirped in a slow, rhythmic hum, blending with the rustle of leaves as the wind whispered through the trees. Geno walked beside you, his tattered scarf fluttering slightly with each step, the exhaustion in his sockets momentarily forgotten under the peace of the night. Here, in a place where time did not reset, where nothing crumbled into dust, he felt... lighter.

(Y/N) guided him through the woods, your presence steady and warm. The trees stood tall, untouched by resets, and wildflowers bloomed freely around you. As you walked, Geno ran his fingers over the petals, feeling their softness against his bones. "Tonight...it's really beautiful," he murmured. "I know, right? Especially when I can see stars and moon," you agreed, with a smile on your face.

An idea popped into his mind—something small but meaningful. He carefully picked a few flowers, planning to press them between the pages of your book. It was a quiet way to make you happy, and that was enough for him.

On the ground, eye caught a cluster of white and pink camellias blooming gently under the moonlight. Their soft petals stood out against the dark green leaves, untouched and perfect, just like how he saw you. Without a word, he knelt down and carefully plucked a few, tucking them away to press later in your book.

White camellias—longing. Pink camellias—adoration. It was a silent way of telling you what he couldn’t put into words, a quiet confession hidden in delicate petals. As he glanced at you, watching the way the moonlight danced across your face, he thought to himself—yeah, you were just as beautiful.

The deeper the two of you went, the more magic filled the air as the stars danced in the dark sky. With a soft smile, you lifted your hands, vines wrapping around your fingers as you wove something new. In an instant, glowing skeletal butterflies appeared, their delicate wings shimmering in the moonlight.

They fluttered upward, dancing through the air like tiny spirits. Geno’s eyes widened slightly as he watched, amazed by the beauty you had created. He sat down beside you, still staring at the glowing butterflies as they floated higher into the night sky. Even after everything—the resets, the pain, the corruption—you still found ways to bring life and beauty into the world.

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Ink Sans

Ink is endlessly fascinated by your abilities, constantly watching as you weave life into the world with a mix of magic and nature. He’ll excitedly sketch out everything you create, from blooming flowers to towering trees. "WOAH! Do that again—I gotta capture this masterpiece!"

He brings you colorful paints because he sees your power as an art form, and what’s better than adding more color? You might wake up to find random paint splatters on your plants, trying to experiment. “Oops! Uh… think of it as an artistic touch?”

Ink gets super jealous when animals like you more than him, dramatically pouting when a deer or bird comes to you but ignores him. He’ll sit there holding out a hand, waiting for some kind of attention.

He hoards pressed flowers you give him, keeping them tucked inside his sketchbooks like precious treasures. Sometimes, when he’s alone, he’ll pull them out just to admire them.

If you ever get sad, Ink will literally paint the sky for you, adding colorful streaks to the clouds or making the stars twinkle brighter. He may not always know what to say, but he wants to make the world brighter for you.

He makes up weird plant names just to mess with you, calling daisies “sun splats” or mushrooms “tiny umbrellas” like it’s completely normal. You correct him, but he never stops doing it. "Nope! ‘Leaf Noodles’ is a way better name for vines!"

He loves cuddling under a tree with you, laying on the grass while watching the clouds take strange shapes. His fingers lazily trace patterns on your hand, completely content.

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Ink’s hand gripped yours tightly as he dragged you through the forest, his excitement practically radiating off him. “Come on, come on! We gotta hurry before the light changes!” He chirped, his voice bubbling with energy. "Inky! Slow down!" You laughed at his enthusiasm. You didn't realize that with every step, he was secretly leaving behind little doodles and messages on the tree trunks—tiny stick figures of you and him, hearts, and playful sketches of the two of you laughing together.

The air smelled fresh, crisp with the scent of leaves and wildflowers, and soon, the distant sound of rushing water met your ears. As you broke through the trees, a breathtaking sight stretched before you—a waterfall cascading down into a sparkling pool, the mist catching the light in a dreamy glow. Ink whistled, clearly impressed. “Ohoho, now that is some top-tier nature design. Almost as good as my art!” he teased, plopping down on a rock.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his canvas and paintbrush, his eye lights flickering with creative energy. His brush moved in quick, confident strokes, capturing the way the water tumbled over the rocks, how the light danced on the surface, and even the way you sat beside him, watching peacefully. You stayed quiet, letting him work, completely unaware of the little grin on his face as he sketched you into the scene.

It did not take a long time. Just as he was about to add the finishing touches, he heard a soft rustling behind him. Turning his head, he saw a small deer nuzzling against your palm, eyes half-lidded in contentment. "Oh my god! So cute!" He squeals. "Haha, it seems the deer likes me." You petted the deer's head.

A bird had perched on your shoulder, chirping happily as if it had found a new home. The bunnies hop closer to you, the bright red eyes looking at you as if they are asking for a carrot, with one of the bunnies hopping into your lap. “Wait. Hold up. Why do they like you more than me?” Ink’s grin faltered. His eye twitched.

You tried not to laugh as Ink dramatically extended a hand toward the deer, wiggling his fingers as if to summon it over. “C’mon, buddy. Look at me—I’m fun! I’m cool! I—HEY, DON’T IGNORE ME!” The deer blinked at him once before turning back to you, completely unbothered.

Even the bird fluffed up its feathers and chirped louder, as if agreeing with the deer’s silent judgment. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by woodland creatures. This is officially the worst day ever.” Ink groaned, flopping onto his back. Still giggling, you nudged him gently before sitting beside him, pulling out some paper and a pencil. “How about we draw together? Would that make you feel better?”

His eye light flickered toward you, the dramatic sulk slowly fading. He huffed, but a smile tugged at his mouth as he scooted closer, watching as you sketched beside him. “Hmph. Fine. But only because you’re cute when you try to cheer me up.”

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Error Sans

Error pretends he doesn’t care about your nature powers, but deep down, he’s fascinated. He watches from the corner of his eye as you make flowers bloom effortlessly.

He constantly calls your plants “weeds” just to mess with you. Every time you grow something, he dramatically scoffs and waves his hand like he’s offended. "Ugh, more green stuff? What’s next, a whole jungle?"

He secretly saves flowers you grow around him, hiding them in his hoodie. You once caught him pulling out a slightly crushed blossom while mumbling under his breath. "T-This? No, I wasn’t keeping it! It just… got stuck there, okay?!"

Error likes breaking things, but he hesitates when it comes to your creations. He might delete some flowers when he’s upset, but later, you’ll notice new ones in their place.

He gets especially jealous when animals like you more than him, standing off to the side like a sulking cat. He even glares at them as if he can delete their affection for you.

Error doesn’t understand why you like him, especially when you could literally create something perfect. He worries he’ll glitch too much, break too much.

If he ever loses control and deletes part of a forest, he panics, waiting for you to hate him. But when you simply regrow it with a smile, his soul aches in ways he can’t explain. “…You’re not mad?”

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The forest was quiet except for the occasional rustling of leaves beneath your feet and the distant chirping of birds. Error walked beside you, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pocket, pretending not to care as you absentmindedly made flowers bloom along the path.

What you didn’t notice—at least, not at first—was the way he kept subtly plucking a few of them, stuffing them into his hoodie when he thought you weren’t looking. It wasn’t until you glanced over and saw petals sticking out from his pocket that you caught him. "Error, are you… saving those?" you asked, stopping in your tracks with a knowing smile. He immediately stiffened, his glitches sparking for a brief moment before he stammered, "T-This? No, I wasn’t keeping it! It just… got stuck there, okay?!"

His fingers curled around the flowers as if to shield them from your view, his blue eye-lights flickering in embarrassment. You couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction, shaking your head as you decided to let him be. He was cute when he got flustered. Without another word, you continued walking, and after a moment, he followed, still grumbling under his breath.

Soon, the trees thinned out, revealing a meadow bathed in the golden glow of the afternoon sun. Error stood still as he watched you kneel beside a wilted flower, your fingers gently brushing against its fragile petals. With a soft glow of magic, the decay reversed itself, and the flower bloomed once more, vibrant and full of life.

His sockets widened slightly, his glitching pausing for just a second. No matter how many times he saw you do that, it never failed to mesmerize him. Before he could say anything, small thumps in the grass caught his attention. Several bunnies had appeared out of nowhere, bounding toward you with uncontained excitement. They hopped onto your lap, nuzzling into you, their little noses twitching as they silently begged for attention.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through their soft fur. Meanwhile, Error stood to the side, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable—until he scoffed under his breath. "Stupid b-bunny," he muttered. "This is why I hate nature." Hearing him, you turned, amused by the slight pout on his face. "Are you jealous?" you teased, raising an eyebrow.

He immediately rolled his eyes, turning away with a huff. "Shut up," he mumbled, but the tips of his cheekbones were darkening ever so slightly. You only giggled again, but then your eyes caught something—a dried, crumpled flower peeking out from his pocket.

Gently, you reached for it, plucking it from its hiding place before he could stop you. With the same magic as before, you brought it back to life, its petals soft and new once again. Turning to him, you placed it in his hand with a warm smile. "Use the flower for the pressed flowers and keep it in your book," you told him softly.

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[cloudyuphere]

Part two finally out guys! For the English people just turn on the subtitles options on the YouTube video

Soon we will have part 3 to end up and them !

Theory time !(papercrane theory)

Papercrane and papercrabe origins by @little-noko

Parte dos tá no ar gente! Pro pessoal que fala inglês é só ativar a legenda do YouTube no video

Na próxima teremos a parte 3 pra finalizar e então!

Hora da teoria!(papercrane)

[yuckydraws]

S/o and skelly of your choice are dating for a good time already and s/o decides to make the next move and they ask for their hand !

Alrighty;) I’ll choose Boss, Bear, and Pup. But in the future, could you specify which boys you want? Thank you for the ask!! It was super fun to write;)

Boss: How dare you!!!! He wanted to ask first!!! He’ll pull out a ring from his pocket, a bit peeved that you beat him to it. He’s a romantic and he loves to spoil you. Of course he’s not actually mad, he just had this whole plan and this is very unexpected. He accepts, and then offers you the ring he got you. He’ll still go through his whole speech he had planned. Overall though, after that little bump in the beginning, it’s very cute. You’ll probably tease each other about it for years.

Bear: He’s crying. This man has happy tears running down his face as he pulls you in for a kiss and whispers yes. His eye light will be dilated and shaped as a little heart as he watches you slip the ring on. Your little hands in his large ones… stars he just loves everything about you.

Pup: He’s shocked. He never thought you would want to marry him, he has pretty low self-esteem. But he says yes and he’s so happy. He’ll break out into a rare grin and blush. He’ll watch you slip the ring on and he’ll be purring up a storm as you do.

[zirkkun-uthcs]

Kiss headcanons (for any :3)

Undertale!Sans - Not exactly the most confident in it. Frankly, aside from hugs and cuddles, Sans isn't really good at any other form of physical affection. He's also notably a bit unnerved when it comes to kissing because of the fact that, well, he doesn't have lips, making it a bit awkward to do so. There could be the suggestion of ecto lips, perhaps, but he'll hate this idea on a very intense level. However, while very nervous about it, he isn't against kissing by any means, and does enjoy the intimacy. Sans'll take a bit of time having to warm up to it. But he'll most likely prefer just quick and short pecks here and there as opposed to anything more intense. However, do know he does like to bury his face in his S/O's neck and likes nuzzling into their cheeks. This is the best way he can kiss them in return -- it has the same effect, anyway!

Underlust!Sans - Practically godlike levels of experience, as you could probably imagine. He's very adaptable and willing to do just about anything his S/O prefers without question. As for his preferences, however... Lust is actually very much the type to enjoy fluffy, short kisses! He just likes randomly giving his S/O a kiss whenever he thinks of it, usually on their forehead or cheek. And if they leave before he gives them a kiss goodbye, he's going to be very upset, even if he doesn't say it out loud. He is very much a "closet" hopeless romantic in the sense he ususlly tends to keep emotions of attachment to himself if not void them out entirely, so when he has the chance to express these light moments of love, Lust will be the most excited to do so whenever he gets the chance.

Ink - Ink is really weird. He takes a lot of strange interests just based on how characters in various AU's act, and of course, the plethora of things based on himself as well; and kissing is one of these. Has he kissed many people? No. Probably none before you. Does that mean he's bad at it or uneducated? Hell no. You would think this guy has as much experience as Lust with how much he indulges in and relaxes into it without much effort at all, but in fact, he's, uh... "self-taught"? How does one manage that with a two person act? I don't know, ask Ink. But regardless, he loves intimacy anyway, and will take any excuse to be close to you. He'll kiss your cheek, forehead (you know, if he can reach, he's not even four feet tall), ear, neck, hands, lips, whatever! You'll have to tell him when to stop, though, because he will definitely get caught up in things and just kind of forget about that.

Swapfell!Sans - Bad at it. Just awful. And on top of it, pretty damn controlling. Nothing about this is fun. But he's enjoying it I guess. You'd definitely have to straight up outright tell him what he's doing wrong, whether it be just in general or your preferences; and don't be intimidated by the fact he's probably going to seem insulted. Once he gets off his high horse, he'll actually gather some respect back together and do as you ask. Mal does want you to be comfortable, but he's really bad at not taking instructions or corrections as an insult. His confidence is shockingly low despite what he might act like -- not as low as many other Sanses, but it's still a trait he possesses -- and so his rebuttal to things is pretty quick. However, if you tell him to just stop, he'll be off you in an instant. Mal doesn't want to hurt you... he's just bad at affection.

Underswap!Sans - An absolute tease. Probably the biggest one out of all of them here. Blue is the type of person who would build up a dramatic moment and lean in for a kiss, only to give you a quick peck on the cheek and then burst out into laughter. He definitely, in general, is more the type to just shower you with little kisses -- especially in the morning, and he's a morning person, so get ready to wake up to a plethora of morning kisses every single day. However, that doesn't mean he's against doing anything else; when he's not busy, he'd love to just spend a few moments kissing you for as long as you'd like. Or as long as he'd like. Whichever is more suitable for the time. Never in public though. He doesn't want to look like he's not working! And that's definitely not a cover-up for it being embarrassing!

[numberonebasementglitter]

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[lady-lyrjok]

You can call me cloudy:3 I am a tall girl with black hair and medium brown eyes ,my personality type is infp ,I tend to be a rather shy and calm person yet once you get to know me i am rather really friendly as well:3 I love books,anime,to watch movies,read mangas, appreciate the nature,take a walk or just think really,I also love to listen to some good music when I am bored or just because I like it ,I am a rather dork into alot of fandoms as well,never went to a date so I would get shy lol

You got Papyrus!

@cloudyuphere had just barely got to the party when Papyrus stepped up to offer her a cup of tea.

"Welcome to our home!" He beamed at Cloudy as she took the offered beverage. "Would you like to take tea in here? It is a touch crowded so we could step outside if you like."

Cloudy decided that tea outside would be nice. Papyrus smiled again and offered his arm for Cloudy to take or leave as he led the way out to the sunny back yard.

He didn't push for conversation, he simply set a leisurely pace towards his tulip bed. The bright flowers waved cheerily in the sunshine in their neat rows.

Papyrus and Cloudy sipped their tea. Polite comments turned to genuine conversation as Cloudy started talking about the things she liked. Papyrus found that he also enjoyed many of the things Cloudy did.

The two of them couldn't count how many times they slowly circled the yard as they talked and enjoyed their tea.

[keshika-inky-toon]

Hi keshika I just wanted to ask how many friends do you have on tumblr cause I want to see there tumblr accounts also I’m new to tumblr

Well I consider all my followers to be my friends but the ones which I'm more close to are

@rb-gummybear @amenaro @askbrittney @cloudyuphere @moonstorm6 @uglybeaniebaby @snowfur-sinclair @iwantsleep @just-drawing-something-over-here

and thanks you!

Also there is @pika-the-calico-kitty she's a very good friend of mine on tumblr and deviantart

[ratsoh-writes]

I love fluff so what would happen if the s/o actually proposes frist?

Yesss @cloudyuphere is asking the real stuff!!

Sans: he’s bright blue. He’s stammering. He can’t find his words. You took him completely by suprise. It’ll take him a minute to compose himself before he stutters out a shaky yes

Papyrus: he stands there in shock for a minute before he snaps out of it and pulls you into a tight spinning hug. He’s babbling incomprehensible but it’s obvious he’s saying yes. After the excitement wears off (a little) (he’ll never truly stop being excited) he goes and tells all of his close friends and sans

Star: he stares shocked before he starts laughing uncontrollably. Once he manages to calm down, he’ll tell you to wait, and then pull out his own ring and gets down on one knee. Looks like you both were on the same page

Honey: you’d think he’d turn into a blushy mess like usual, but he actually doesn’t in this scenario. Instead he practically tackles you while saying yes over and over. He is bright orange though

Red: “..............wait are you serious?!” Red was not expecting this at all. He’s shocked that you even want to marry him. He’s not wasting this chance though, he’ll stutter out a quick yes.

Edge: he sees you start to get down on one knee and he just shouts “WAIT” then quickly runs to his car. He’ll come back with a little velvet box and get down on one knee himself. He was planning something bigger for the proposal but it looks like it’s gonna happen now instead.

Mal: this wouldn’t happen because once mal gets to that point with his partner, he’ll ask them if they see marriage in the future. If they do, then he wants to design the rings. He’ll be the one to propose but it’ll be a great proposal, don’t worry.

Cash: he’s shook. He’s doing that papyrus big eyed expression as he stares down at you . Instead of saying yes, he slips on the ring, picks you up, and kisses you silly. Cash is on cloud nine right now.

Oak: like sans, oak is in shock. The big difference though is that oak will cry a bit too. He’s hugging you and trying to mumble out a yes while simultaneously purring. He’s even shaking a bit.

Willow: he immediately bursts into tears what did you expect?? He needs to sit down. As he does, he hugs you tight and pulls you into his lap. He can’t say much, but he is nodding his head a lot.

[cloudyuphere]

This is my new YouTube channel and video completely focused on theories,resumes and explaining about sans au ,this video specially is about paper crane origins by little noko

I hope you all enjoy it

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Esse é meu novo canal do YouTube completamente focado em teorias,explicação e resumo sobre aus de undertale,dessa vez é sobre paper crane origins por little noko

Espero que gostem

@little-noko