#*how punny of you. (sans)

[ooctosquid]

Happy birthday to the punny'est guy alive. May each new year treat you kindly

[craftstale]

hi!!! i saw u making an explanation to Toriel and Asgore’s symbolism and I was wondering what inspired you to give Sans sticky notes and Papyrus the pretty markers :D (mostly Papyrus bc he’s literally my fav and i love him sm ahhh!) but if isn’t that deep either, i completely understand LOL!

Sure thing!!! I love Papyrus a lot too ^_^ "Isn't that deep" oh brother, you got a Big Storm Comin'...

Sans is a sticky note because to me, a sticky note is kind of a "Support" craft supply-- usually you only really use it in tandem with Other Materials. Likewise, Sans is that usual punny guy everyone's Familiar with when he talks to people and gets the opportunity to "bounce" off people like in Conversations or Banter. He doesn't really seem to have so much Regard for Himself, but he cares about the people he hangs out with: Papyrus, the regulars at Grillby's, the Royal Guards stationed in Snowdin, Toriel... He just Thrives more with others! I also consider sticky notes a Not Very "Strong" supply, in that it doesn't have a good stick to things and will sometimes fall off surfaces, and it kinda reminds me of how Silly and Laid-Back he is, selling fried snow and hotdogs, pulling pranks, it's not the behavior of someone who is Strict and Straight-Laced? He has that "forgeddaboudit" attitude that I feel like can be Expressed that way... just goofing around and not Committing to much. (I think he would leave them everywhere like with his socks.) The weakness of sticky notes can also allude to his stats... But Importantly, I also think-- when he's Pushed to his Limits-- he can become something Incredible... if you are pushed to your creative limits, left with only sticky notes to work with, that limitation can create something Amazing with sticky notes, like sculptures, origami, when he is Absolutely alone and Has to do something, he Does and he Delivers. Only under that restriction does he show That side of himself, because he Finally forces himself into action. Sans is also Pretty Darn Smart, and to show that, I thought the fact that people sometimes use sticky notes to Study was also a good representation for all those sides of him... the Laziness, the Laid-Back Attitude, his Potential, and his Smarts. Not to mention lots of Pranks can be pulled with sticky notes, I'm sure you've seen at least a few. Oh, and also sticky notes are a nod to the silly joke regarding his stray Sock in the skeleton brother's house. It's only fair. (I thought giving him the little sticky visor was cute... like the one he wore in the dog casino !)

Papyrus was a little tough to figure out but I decided that the alcohol marker fit him well !! It's Bold, it's Vibrant, it's a Committed craft supply (on account of the fact you Can't Erase Ink)... It's like Papyrus being Unabashedly Proud, Brave, and Always Giving His 110%! Even in the face of danger (like when the Player decides to do a No Mercy run), he Knows the risk, oh, he is So Fucking Aware, but has such a Strong belief and is so Willing to Take That Chance, he stands his ground and doesn't Shy Away From It. Bold Marker Ink... You can't take it back once it's set down. You do have to be careful with Markers also, like, you must keep a level of Control when dealing with Ink as a medium and its Multitude of Colors. And Papyrus has Insane control over his Magic Attacks. He's the only one you Can't Die to-- even Toriel slips up sometimes, but Papyrus? It's impossible. And he's really Strong and Creative too! Like out of All the monsters in the underground, I don't think there is Any Bullet Pattern that can rival Papyrus's "Absolutely Normal Attack". Markers are also a craft supply used by people of All Ages-- markers are usually provided to children to color with, like Papyrus's love for things that are Usually associated with children (Peek-A-Boo With Fluffy Bunny... his Racecar bed...) but don't be fooled !! Markers are also a common medium for experienced artists as well (I think people usually move from Water Based to Alcohol Based markers...) Papyrus is definitely mature and serious when he needs to be, and he is Also very smart, I mean, his favorite book is "Advanced Puzzle Constructions for Critical Minds"! I based him Specifically on the Alcohol Marker as a reminder that Yes, He Does Like Things That Younger People Likes, but he is Still Very Much an Adult. Usually, when you buy these alcohol markers, they come with Two Different Tips, like Chisel and Fine or Something... I think this is kinda like how Papyrus is Quite Good At Lying, or having that Smug and Sassy side to him... it's not as Prominent to a lot of people around him, but to Frisk, he does let that side of him Peek Out a little. (Fun Fact: His hands/gloves creates the Finer lines while his feet/boots creates those Chisel Tip lines !!) Also I like imagining that he uses his ink as his Special Blue Attack, coloring over Frisk's soul ! He's also mentioned that his Battle Body can become a tuxedo in a pinch with some black paint, so I think he'd use his magic/ink for that also. And coloring the "Bridge".

The way their Mediums also work with others is pretty accurate to them too, I Would Think. Sans usually lets other people do the work (like how most of the work done on sticky notes is made by the Writer or whatever is applied On It) while Papyrus is more direct and active. I like to think that Papyrus writes on the little sticky note that Sans leaves around to Remind him to do stuff, like picking up his sock or recalibrating puzzles. (Their supplies also imitate their Stature too... Little Chunky Guy and Tall Slender Guy...)

[ratsoh-writes]

Hello! Remember how I said I was going to redo the lineup? Well I’ve finished page one already!

The plan is for every 1.5 weeks, I’ll post a new page of the skeletons adding their picture and info in a reblog on this same post. When it’s all done, it’ll be added on the pinned post.

Now, of course coming in first are the main 10!

1: Sans Wingdings (undertale)

Our classic lazy punny skeleton, sans is that silly nerd we all adore. He's a personable character, his easy going nature and laid back mannerisms making it easy for him to win over new friends. However getting to know this skeleton beyond surface level is much harder. Behind his playful front is a nervous and cautious monster. Sans doesn't trust easily. Sans is a scholar at heart, and if he finds something interesting enough, you'll see this skeleton shed his lazy bones and really put in some work!

Age: 65

Birthday: January 28

Height: 5'2

(living)Family: papyrus, oak, willow

Best Friend(s): alphys, pluto, lens, G

Dislikes: red, wine

Hobbies: chemistry, physics, astronomy, robotics, playing the trombone, puns and brain teasers, puzzle video games

Favorite Food: ketchup, hot dogs, monster energy drinks

Favorite Flower: echo flowers

Favorite Color: sky blue

Preferred Music: jazz and instrumentals

Special ability: he can shortcut objects to himself without having to directly go to the object. Kinda like summoning things. He has to remember and be able to visualize exactly where the object is for it to work

Job: sans is the head engineer at the core in ridgeside village. He helps maintain the machinery above ground and the core below making sure the blend of magic and nuclear energy continues to run smoothly.

2: Papyrus Wingdings (undertale)

If you ever look up the word optimist in the dictionary, you'll find papyrus' name! Papyrus is a cheerful and friendly guy, always down to help someone out, even strangers! He's a firm believer of you get what you put in, so why spread hate when you can sow kindness! While he isn't innocent, he does often find himself in trouble from being too nice to the wrong person. Papyrus is notorious for putting his own principles in front of his safety, a fact that makes his family and friends rather protective.

Age: 49

Birthday: May 22

Height: 6'5

(living)Family: sans, oak, willow

Best Friend(s): undyne, star, jupiter, lilac

Dislikes: nobody! :)

Hobbies: puzzles, fencing, morning runs, sparring, collecting hotwheels, superhero comics, making DIY projects

Favorite Food: spaghetti and garlic bread!

Favorite Flower: Sunflowers

Favorite Color: cherry red

Preferred Music: heavy metal and screamo

Special ability: He is extra sensitive to corrupted magic, causing him to easily sense curses and cursed items.

Job: Papyrus designed and owns a thriving escape room building featuring three rooms! he rotates them every other month retiring one and coming out with a new one the same day. His business has been doing very well the last few years and he's been considering opening a second location.

3: Star Wingdings (underswap sans)

Star is a living breathing ball of pure ENERGY. No really, man could bounce off the wall for hours and not even break a sweat! Star is a very cheerful personality, if a tad manipulative. He has a rather cute face resulting in often being treated much younger than the grown ass adult he is lol. After a lifetime of this, he figured he might as well take advantage of it. Star is a very intelligent and capable monster and often forgets that his limits aren't shared by others. While he is a great hype man, he can come off as pushy and bossy if one does not set firm boundaries.

Age: 60

Birthday: March 25

Height: 5'4

(living)Family: honey, basil, lilac Jeanie, cinnamon, many many other aunts/uncles/and cousins

Best Friend(s): papyrus Jupiter

Dislikes: Ace

Hobbies: running, sparring, weightlifting, volleyball, playing with the police dogs, sketching, hiking

Favorite Food: tacos, cinnamon buns and mayonnaise

Favorite Flower: bluebells

Favorite Color: mustard yellow

Preferred Music: rave and dubstep

Special ability: he doesn't get dizzy. doesn't matter how fast he's moving or what position he's in.

Job: Star is part of the royal guard in the peace guard division- aka the police force of ebott. Star is mainly put in search and rescue cases as he is rather talented at finding people. He also does a lot of patrolling though when times are slow.

4: Honey Snowtuft (underswap papyrus)

Honey is a kind and gentle soul. Not a single mean bone in his body. He's a bit of a shy guy and is quite awkward when one first meets him. However, once he relaxes around someone, honey is a chill and goofy guy with a bit of a mother hen side to him. Honey doesn't make friends easily and can be rather clingy when you get that title. He's also a huge nag to his friends, a product of having one of the most stubborn creatures alive as a brother. oh and he's a total nerd. *fun fact: the different last name is from his aunt Jeanie who raised him*

Age: 44

Birthday: March 2

Height: 6'3

(living)Family: star lilac basil Jeanie cinnamon and many many other aunts/uncles/cousins

Best Friend(s): salt

Dislikes: edge

Hobbies: Nintendo video games, Korean dramas, reading manhwas, romance novels, dungeons and dragons, baking, learning new languages

Favorite Food: cinnamon buns and mozzarella sticks

Favorite Flower: lilac

Favorite Color: brick red

Preferred Music: video game soundtracks

Special ability: He can innately understand the basic meaning behind any written language. Not the specific details, but the base context of a text comes naturally to him. He doesn't realize this is a special ability and just thinks languages come naturally to him.

Job: Honey is a freelance translator! he works from home and will translate all kinds of documents, books scripts, anything really. He knows over a dozen different languages!

5: Red Wingdings (underfell sans)

Red is a very prickly guy. He always seems to be on the defensive and will snap quickly at any perceived slight. He's had a rough life and not very many good experiences with strangers to draw from. It takes a very patient person to earn reds trust. Once you do though, you'll find a loyal deeply caring friend. Red with friends is a total goofball. He has a biting sense of humor and loves to tease. He's easily flustered and is fun to get a rise out of too. It's easy to tell when his blustering is just for show.

Age: 66

Birthday: january 10

Height: 5'4

(living)Family: edge rust noir fellby

Best Friend(s): oak

Dislikes: sans, BUTCH, literally all the other mafias by association

Hobbies: cars, taking cars apart and fixing them, watching nascar races, fishing, bar hopping, star trek movies and collectibles, playing with his pet cat

Favorite Food: burgers and barbeque

Favorite Flower: iris

Favorite Color: pastel yellow

Preferred Music: country or alternative rock

Special ability: his aura is very soothing to babies and toddlers making them naturally happy and friendly around him. It really ruins the bad boy look he's trying to go for.

Job: Red works as an electric engineer at the moment, but really he wants to work on cars full time. He's considering going back to school to get a degree.

6: Edge Wingdings (underfell papyrus)

Edge is a natural born leader. He has high expectations for himself and those under him, but he doesn't put others down for their failures. Instead, he brings them up helping them become their best versions- if they're willing to listen of course. Edge is stern and bossy around most but has a huge soft spot for the sweeties in his life. He's defenseless against a good set of puppy eyes. He's extremely protective of the people he considers "his" and is ready to go to war for them. Edge thrives in routine and rules and gets easily annoyed by those who deliberately ignore them.

Age: 43

Birthday: august 30

Height: 6'5

(living)Family: red rust noir fellby

Best Friend(s): rhythm crow storm willow

Dislikes: also willow- his greatest rival

Hobbies: collecting pens, watching nascar races, debate, fencing, sparring, cooking and baking, volunteering at the animal shelter, playing with his pet cat

Favorite Food: lasagna and red wine

Favorite Flower: red roses

Favorite Color: silver

Preferred Music: country and alternative rock

Special ability: He has an incredibly accurate sense of smell. He can list every ingredient in a food just by sniffing it.

Job: Edge works as a lawyer specializing in tenant and custody cases. He takes his job VERY seriously and has an impressive winning streak

7: Mal (swapfell sans)

Think of the attitude of someone who came from the streets, now has money but still lives like they're in the street and you have mal. His personality is a strange blend of diva and punk that seems to confuse many. He loves keeping people on their toes though, so this works out perfectly for him. Mal thrives off of drama and if he can't find any, he'll create his own. One of the most dangerous things in the world is a bored mal. He is clever and playful but biting towards those he deems weak. His friendship is not for the thin skinned.

Age: 60

Birthday: july 4

Height: 5'0

(living)Family: cash

Best Friend(s): wine, lord

Dislikes: green

Hobbies: gossip, shopping, jewelry making, sketching, watercolor, plotting his enemies downfalls, playing piano, knife tricks

Favorite Food: burritos and tres leches cake

Favorite Flower: yellow carnations

Favorite Color: silver and gold

Preferred Music: rap

Special ability: if he flicks something between his pointer finger and thumb, he can flick it so hard it would become lodged in a wall. He can also crack nuts between just those two digits as well as bend metal with ease.

Job: mal owns a little hole in the wall jewelry shop in downtown ebott. He resells used jewelry as well as his own deigns and the creations of other local artists.

8: Cash (swapfell papyrus)

Say hello to chaos incarnate. Sometimes it seems like cash's only purpose in life is to cause trouble lol. He's a very mischievous character as well as creative and deeply curious. A dangerous combination indeed. Cash lives for the laughs in life. He loves bringing smiles to people's faces with his jokes and pranks, but his moral compass is a bit skewed, and he can take things too far if left to his own devices. Cash has a strong desire to be better than what he is now and will cling to people who make him feel like he's doing good. He is a recovering addict and has to take care to say far away from those who would drag him back to that life.

Age: 51

Birthday: april 13

Height: 6'1

(living)Family: mal

Best Friend(s): bruiser cricket

Dislikes: mutt

Hobbies: PRANKS, skateboarding, parkour, urban exploring, collecting concerning amounts of hot sauce, bartering

Favorite Food: pizza and scarily spicy hot sauces

Favorite Flower: thistles

Favorite Color: neon orange

Preferred Music: musicals

Special ability: he can change the shape of his "vocal cords" to mimic sounds. Cash can copy voices, machinery, animals, almost everything. He is limited by volume though.

Job: Cash is a pizza delivery guy officially, but he also has a side hustle as a financial advisor. He has no degree, but his clients usually leave happy regardless.

9: Oak Wingdings (horrortale sans)

Despite technically being the same guy as sans, oak couldn't be more different. After a head injury wiped many of his memories, as well as experiencing his au's famine, oak has come out a very changed monster. Where sans is personable and playful, oak is shy and reserved. His memory issues makes many of his old passions difficult to participate in, causing oak to find new loves in life. Oak is kind and gentle but also aloof and nervous. He cant mask his emotions the same way his younger counterpart can anymore making him an open book. On bad days he's very snappy and irritable, angry at how helpless he feels.

Age: 75

Birthday: january 28

Height: 6'2

(living)Family: willow sans papyrus

Best Friend(s): red rust basil

Dislikes: star

Hobbies: baking, animal handling, fishing, nature walks, taking care of his chickens, playing his trombone, naps

Favorite Food: sandwiches

Favorite Flower: echo flowers

Favorite Color: grass green

Preferred Music: jazz and instrumentals

Special ability: like sans, oak can summon objects to himself but struggles to use his ability as it requires him remembering where he left them. He also has a surprise second ability where he has an aura that naturally attracts animals, making then docile and friendly. Even wild animals.

Job: Oak works in the kitchen of his brother's bakery on his good days. He also supplies a good portion of the eggs that the bakery uses each day.

10: Willow Wingdings (horrortale papyrus)

Experiencing the famine and caring for his deeply injured brother in his old au changed willow from the optimist he used to be. While still a cheerful character, Willow is now cautious where papyrus is bold. And if you cross willow once, you'll never do it again. He doesn't forgive easily. Willow cares deeply and seems to have this need to mother others lol. He's at his happiest when he's helping out someone he loves. He can't stand boredom and has to always be doing something to feel stable. He's rather openly sarcastic and has a surprisingly dry sense of humor.

Age: 59

Birthday: may 22

Height: 8'0

(living)Family: oak sans papyrus

Best Friend(s): basil noir lilac edge

Dislikes: edge- the annoying little twerp thinks he's his rival

Hobbies: BAKING, cooking in general, sewing, felting, crochet, knitting, clay crafts, embroidery, any sort of crafty activity really

Favorite Food: freshly baked bread

Favorite Flower: sunflowers

Favorite Color: tan and cream

Preferred Music: screamo and heavy metal

Special ability: He is very sensitive to corrupted magic. This means he can easily sense curses, cursed objects and possessions- something he's experienced in dealing with.

Job: Willow owns a bakery that specializes in savory breads rolls sandwiches and comes with a soup of the day as well! Its very cozy, and the bakery has even won a few rewards!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

hi, i love all your recs! id love to see some sans x reader unrequited love where it's reader whose feelings aren't reciprocated! but if thats too difficult, i dont mind it being sans's feelings whose feelings aren't reciprocated! apologies if this is complicated, thank you!

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

Until That Day Comes by Sneakyfox55 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You wake up, and you don't know where you are. You don't know who you are, or why you're here. You don't know these people. And you most certainly don't know who he is. . . . There is one thing you do remember, though. And only one thought is clear in your mind: Above all else, you need to find your sister. * older/beginning chapters in process of being revised and/or rewritten!! i'll be doing at least the first one, but not too much will change! (at least not the important stuff, i'll just be reworking things to make more sense and to my liking now that i've had 4 years to be familiar with this story jhghjdsgdhsjdsfhj!!!) please bear with me as it might seem like a jumbled mess until then lmbo

Dusting for PUNishment by EvergreenEmerald (Mature, Incomplete)

Monster came to the surface and within a couple years there were gang wars everywhere within the city, humans against monsters. You were raised by a local mafia and became one of the best hitmen your boss had to offer. Soon you were taking up jobs to dust monsters but that doesn't sit right with you, you may murder people for a living, but you don't kill innocent people who don't deserve to be whacked off. With the help of a secret partner, you are able to sneak out monsters with hits on their heads while the mafia paid you to kill them. How long will it take for them catch on? and why do they ask for the collected remains of the monsters? (On Hiatus, coming back after kinktober)

Forget Me Not by strwbrry_milk (Explicit, Incomplete)

The world changed when the barrier broke. With the monsters and the child ambassador came an influx of new diseases that are barely understood. You're a young scientist and have been called upon to work with monster-kind to help treat these strange new conditions, but you begin to notice that you have changed alongside the world - more so than you could possibly imagine. High jinks and low jinks ensue as you meet a particularly punny skeleton and his friends ;) WARNING: contents include spicy bone-zoning, VERY slow burn, painful hanahaki experiences for the mc & more

Wrong Number by Teutonic_lisp (Not Rated, Incomplete)

While working on the machine, Sans receives a text message from an unsaved number. It first starts out on one slow night that quickly evolves into eagerly waiting for a message from this unknown person. Sans is cautious but he can’t help but feel drawn to this person - Despite that he never had met them before.

Throw Me A Bone by CerezaLane (Mature, Incomplete)

You've never been able to get over your crush for Sans, and it only hurt worse seeing him together with Toriel. You're just a silly human, afterall...

[qin-qin16]

We need more Classic in this household and I'll help you with that.

How about this, just Sans being himself, punny and funny skeleton in reader's house but then they suddenly ask him to let them see his soul and touch it.

Getting his permission and they do just that, bcuz they are just being curious about how soul works while making sure not to make Sans uncomfortable.

Just fluff and mild suggestive to satisfied reader's curiosity. I'm counting on you with your beautiful writing 🤭

cw.: Classic Sans x Reader, Alphys is mentioned, fluff, bam! Kabedon scene, they're both a blushing mess... 

note: I'm trying out a new type of writing, let's see how it goes. I'll make a part two of this! So let's say this is a prequel :D

In the past days, a recurring question haunted your thoughts from time to time: what would Sans's soul be like? Sure, in a way, you knew exactly what a monster's soul looked like; there were no mysteries! An upside-down heart with a pattern color.

Even though it was fascinating to imagine that monster souls might, though rarely, have a color other than white, it still remained an impossible theory — at least, that’s what Dr. Alphys told you when you pondered the differences between human and monster souls out loud.

You can still hear her stuttering in an endless loop, a never-ending monologue filled with technical terms and theories that she contradicted during the conversation (which you participated in only as a listener later). Unfortunately, you could barely remember half of the information she threw at you — if your memory serves you right, Alphys deliberately mixed the topic with some shoujo anime she was watching at the time. If that served as some kind of analogy, you don’t remember.

In any case, one of the few pieces of information Dr. Alphys shared that really stuck with you was that viewing someone else's soul is an extremely intimate act — on a level of interpersonal relationships that spans years or even decades, according to research conducted in the Underground.

Since then, you found yourself constantly watching Sans, following him around the rooms until he went to work or locked himself in his office — always using the same excuse of working from home, but you were beginning to suspect that he simply didn’t want to handle the paperwork outside the house. 

He seemed to take pleasure in vanishing every time you gathered the courage to ask the long-awaited question—only to open your eyes and realize you were speaking to yourself. But this time, Sans wasn’t going to escape.

You had devised the perfect plan, and the moment to put it into action had arrived.

"Well, my break’s over; looks like I’ll have to work to the bone now. Heh." Sans remarked nonchalantly, shrugging as he made his way to his infamous hideout, the office (which had originally been a recreational area until Sans had slyly taken it over with his stacks of paper and dirty socks).

Time to put the first part of your plan into action.

Before Sans could even touch the doorknob, you rushed toward him — almost losing your balance as you had to sidestep his favorite pet rock.

Bam! The door slams shut with the palm of your hand, startling both you and the skeleton, who was still facing away with one hand on the doorknob. Without hesitation, you press your other hand against the door as well, pinning both of them against the wooden surface and effectively trapping Sans.

“Nah-uh!” you counter, watching him turn around with one bony eyebrow raised, looking more intrigued than surprised by your stance. “I know your meeting schedule for today, and you don’t have any meetings right now!” Your triumphant smile doesn’t escape Sans’s notice.

He chuckles before turning fully toward you, leaning his weight against the door. “Heh, looks like someone’s been watching too many anime.” He gives you a lazy wink, glancing at your arms pressing against the wall, one on each side of his head.

Even though he was the one cornered against the door, it was you who felt your own face burning, probably flushed after receiving such a rare wink from your boyfriend. Despite your composure slipping slightly, your hands stayed firmly pressed against the wall as your eyes roamed over Sans’s face — from his relaxed smile to the bright dots in his eyes.

“N-N-No, it’s not that, it’s just that—um…” You hadn’t expected to be this nervous when you came up with the plan, especially under Sans’s attentive gaze. “I-I…” You stammer once more before letting your eyes drop to the floor, focusing intently on it.

“C-Can I… see your soul? Please?” You never thought your voice could come out so softly, almost like a whisper meant to go unheard, timid and gentle.

You didn’t want to repeat the question, but after receiving no response—not even a half-hearted laugh — for a while, you glanced back up at his face, hoping to see his bony eyebrows furrowed in confusion or a hint of hesitation in his signature smile.

But all you see is a skull bathed in blue, with Sans’s eye sockets looking more widened than usual (was that even possible in a skeletal structure like his? Apparently, yes). As if mirroring him, your own eyes widen in surprise at seeing such an unusual expression on his typically relaxed face.

“What?” Unlike you, Sans spoke in a loud whisper. It seemed your question had completely unsettled him..

You inch closer to him, careful with your approach — as if you didn’t want to startle him further with your “unusual” actions. One of your hands glides down the door until it gently presses against Sans’s ketchup-stained shirt. Without realizing it, your face is now only inches from his, nearly brushing against him in a touchless caress.

“I want to see your soul…” you repeat, a bit louder this time, but still gentle and tinged with shyness. “I can show you mine first, if you’d like…” you add, gazing intently at the fuzzy lights within his eye sockets.

For a moment, you close your eyes, trying to muster the courage you had before. When you open them again, Sans is no longer in front of you — vanished like every other time you tried to ask that same question to him.  All that’s left is the office door and the rapid thumping of your own heart.

Inevitably, you let out a long sigh, feeling the weight of defeat on your shoulders. You gently bump your head against the door, knowing that sooner or later, Sans would have to face you, and if he were a good boyfriend, he would answer your question with some decency.

This turned out worse than I thought, you think aloud as you step away from the door and return to the old sofa in your home — your solace after the failure of your meticulously planned (or at least, in your mind, meticulously planned) scheme.

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Papyrus!

Have you been noticing sans going somewhere into the woods of snowdin?

Very deep and away from snowdin town

Why do you think he's disappearing?

And sans (don't let papyrus know I'm asking this)

How's the punny old lady at the door doing?

(Sans hasn't found the door yet, hehe...)

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Sans x Reader Headcanons! (Platonic)

CW: Wholesome skeleton content, punny guy stuff

Note: Figured I would write for Papyrus' older brother since I don't see much platonic stuff for the man. He'd be a great friend (second only to Papyrus).

Unlike Papyrus, Sans really wouldn't put too much effort into a friendship. He's like a cat, really

You'll have to drag him out of the house most times, if he isn't at his job

If he IS working, you'll have to entertain his little act of "oh well I GUESS I'll leave work to see you"

Despite his reluctance to actually go out, he's rather easy to keep entertained!

A McDonalds trip would probably be enough to keep him happy

Don't let his dry humor and sarcasm fool you, he really appreciates your friendship! He'll show it in his own ways

Also unlike Papyrus, he really isn't quick to defend a friend from conflict. You've thrown down with Undyne, how bad could one guy picking on you be?

In fact, I think he'd even watch a few moments while you tussle with someone if it got to that point. I think he'd really only intervene if he thought you were in mortal danger or it was a one sided beat down

Sans wouldn't mind a friendly cuddle, but he's got way more boundaries than you would think

His friend language is moreso banter and time spent together

You both definitely have a secret handshake (that Papyrus joins in on)

He really appreciates affectionate friends, but you gotta be careful not to overwhelm him. If he's a little distant, it's really only because his social battery needs a recharge. However, Papyrus is MORE than happy to spend time with you while you wait!

[spotaus]

Timeless AU Sans and Asriel! 🫡

I was going to color them but I'm mildly afraid my roommate will come back and I am not about to try and explain... this. So, temporarily take these sketches!

With a bonus full-family wip! (I need to make Gaster smaller/thinner but y'know--)

In this au, Gaster isn't killed in the core accident, and so he's present for the major tragedies that would normally follow his death. And subsequently is able to fix some of the problems! One being Asriel's death and transformation into Flowey.

Gaster, who was working on making a monster from almost scratch (his soul was too weak to form another soul but he wanted a kid and yadda yadda), successfully created Sans. After a bit of studying Sans' growth, Gaster was practically able to revive Asriel. Asriel is older than Sans by a few years as his 'death' made him miss a few.

And during this process, Gaster also managed to rizz up Asgore by complete accident. They'd always been close, even before the war, but Asgore was to be king, and he was already betroathed to Tori at birth, so Gaster was content being by Asgore's side as a friend. Buttttttt Toriel leaving for the ruins in her grief left the door wide-open for Asgore to finally make a move on Gaster. They never officially marry, but literally everyone outside the ruins is aware that the two are together.

Asriel remembers very little of his death, but he remembers Chara, and he remembers the surface. Asgore and Gaster don't hide the fact that Asriel died from him, and one day Azzy got up the courage to ask Gaster if he could bring back Chara too. Gaster hadn't even thought about it, but he figured that without Chara's body he wouldn't be able to revive them in any meaningful way. Azzy doesn't give up hope, but he doesn't bother Gaster about it anymore.

Azzy is a gentle soul, shy and playful. He's not used to being an older sibling, and he misses his mom, but he likes his new family too. He often trips and falls, resulting in the bandaid scattered on his body, and he loves to farm just like Asgore, so he usually wears overalls.

Sans is Gaster's oldest son by magic-line. He's punny, a prankster, and the more confident between himself and Asriel. If they're out of their element, Sans is the one to forge through the path and laugh while doing it! Gaster can't get him to wear shoes ("You and Dad and Azzy don't, so why should I?" Is usually his rebuttle. No one can really argue it.) So he's usually seen only wearing socks.

Papyrus (who is only a few scribbles in Gaster's arms rn) is the youngest and doesn't really get the same chances as Sans and Azzy do as older kids, but he'll grow to be the most rambunctious of all of them. I think Papy is self-conscious when he's young (what if he's not good enough? Sans is so good at science stuff like Papa, and Asriel is a great prince like Dad, so where does that leave him?) But he ends up training in combat with Asriel before meeting Undyne and deciding he wants to be part of the royal guard! (That way he can protect his 1 hp brother and his Princely brother!) Undyne and him are quick friends.

Actually, since I'm on a role: Asriel keeps studying and learning from his dad on how to be a prince. Honestly, he likes what Sans and his Pops are up to a lot more, but he doesn't mind being Future King. (He sneaks into the lab to watch the two do their studies whenever he can.) Meanwhile Sans works with Gaster in the labs! He's a fast learner and loves the work, but everyone can see just how much more natural he is with social science. He understands the political theory Asriel tells him and Sans can dissect exactly wtf it means and why Asriel has to react the way he does. Sans still ends up being the Judge, but largely keeps his focuses to the Lab with his pops abd Alphys. And Papy is certainly Great. He ends up as co-captain of the Royal Guard. He's not quite as personable as Undyne, but he sure is committed, and has direct ties to the royal family. More often than not, when he's not doing his rounds or helping with training, he's Azzy's personal guard.

And yes, this does mean incoming 20-ish Asriel, 19-ish Sans, and 17-ish Paps designs are incoming eventually! Asgore and Gaster get to see their sons grow up!!!

[savi-our]

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, W. D. Gaster/Reader Words: 29,010

AU’s - Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Swapfell, Horrortale and perhaps more ;)

Relationships - Various x Reader, Reverse Harem Trope

☕ I know I'm late but chapter 6 is up and ready! Its a bit inner monologue heavy but I hope you'll forgive me for that. Hope you enjoy!☕

Summary:

An unfortunate accident one dark winter night sweeps you off your feet and leads you into a chance encounter with a house full of skeletons! They’re charming, witty and punny all around, but for reasons only known to you - you escape their friendliness intending to never step foot near the woods, or the skeletons, again… or that was the plan at least. What you couldn't have expected was that they're rather stubborn, and for some reason very intent on befriending you? No matter how much you avoid them or how many excuses you provide - they just keep popping up?! Why you?! Why now? And why are there so many?!

Will you be able to ward off your new skeleton suitors and keep your age old secrets, or will you succumb to their wily charms and submit yourself to their affections despite your unnatural circumstances? Will you be able to come to terms with befriending them or will you abandon it all, leaving them and all they are in the dark…

A tale as old as time, in which the reader goes through all 5 stages of grief trying to avoid the skeletons, with very little success and a ridiculous amount of shenanigans.

[fandomworld9728]

Best Friend's Brother (Sans/Reader)

(Another WIP. I had this one in my back pocket for a good while)

“THANK YOU FOR ASSISTING ME WITH THE HUMAN’S BAKE SALE!”

“It’s no problem, Papyrus. Anything for my best friend.” A happy nyeh heh heh and a smile came from you skele-buddy as you sorted all of the ingredients. “What is it that Frisk wanted us to make?”

“I BELIEVE THEY SAID IT WAS CALLED A MACARON.”

“Macarons? Gettin’ real French and fancy.” Picking up the note they left you, you read the instructions out loud to Papyrus to make sure you had everything. “Looks like we’re doing a S’mores flavor and a space theme.”

“I DO NOT BELIEVE WE HAVE THE PROPER COLORS NOR DO WE GLITTER, THIS WILL NOT DO! I SHALL GO AND FETCH US SOME!”

“Okay. Oh! Make sure you get the gel food coloring and edible glitter!” You called after him. You didn’t need a repeat of last time. Beginning to measure everything out for when he got back, you hummed softly to yourself, concentrating on the task at hand that you didn’t realize that someone had popped into the room.

They watched you for a moment before standing next to you. “heya kiddo.”

Squealing, you jumped causing the flour you had been measuring to fly out of the bag and hit your face. Coughing, you carefully wiped it out of your eyes and turned to the grinning skeleton. “Sans…”

“heh. sorry about that, kid. didn’t mean to-”

“Don’t you dare say it!”

“deflour you.” 

“Gah!” Covering your burning face with your hands, you quickly moved to clean up the mess you had made. You liked Sans’ puns, really you did. But hearing that one made your mind swim with impossible possibilities. “Double meaning!”

“aw come on, kiddo. i was just, yokin’ around.”

“I swear to god if you’re holding up my bowel of egg yokes….”

“ya know you wanna look.” He was right, dammit! You wanted to look so bad and laugh at his stupid jokes. But you had to be strong. However, you were not strong. You looked and laughed despite yourself causing that smile of his to get wider.

“Put that down. I need to help Papyrus bake.” Taking the bowl and placing it back in its original spot, you made sure that everything was perfect. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure of you seeking out my company?”

“i was taking a break from my work and saw you. if Paps was here, I’d have never gotten away with that. or get to tell you my hilarious jokes.”

“Yeah. You’re oh so humerus…. Shit. Now I’m doing it.”

“keep up the good work and maybe someday you’ll be as punny as me.”

“Oh please, like I’d want to- uh…” You had made the mistake of turning to face, ending up closer than you’d realized and turning red all over again. All he did was smile at you. But, this one was different. It was a soft, kind smile. One you don’t think you’ve ever seen on him.

“I HAVE RETURNED WITH THE NECESSARY- OH SANS! YOU CAME TO JOIN US IN BAKING!”

“nah, bro. just saying hello to the kiddo here and grabbin’ a drink.”

And just like that, the moment was gone. Sans had teleported over to the fridge as soon as he heard Papyrus’ voice, breaking the moment. You were royally screwed. How were you supposed to keep hanging out at the house whenever you turned into a blushing mess around Sans?

“The world hates me.”

“OH, COME NOW. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?” Hearing a loud thud, Papyrus looked to find you lying face-first on the ground. Sighing, he crouched down next to you. “AGAIN? IS THIS REALLY NECESSARY?”

[myownperceptions]

Minions: The Rise of Gru- details, trivia, goofs, random notes (Pt. 1)

When I hyperfixate on a certain aspect of a work (usually a ship), I'll end up hyper-fixating on everything about it. That is how we ended up here. I feel I've noticed quite a few details in this movie that I haven't seen mentioned elsewhere, so I've decided to make this to document them for myself and others, if they are interested.

Things I'll mention will range from 'duh, that's plastered right in front of us' to 'that was onscreen for less than a second'. I'll also provide context on some parts of the narrative, trivia from concept art, some things that don't make much sense, and of course over-analyse some parts to draw conclusions that may be a stretch but are nevertheless fun to think about. Overall, I want to acknowledge that every frame of this movie was crafted by talented artists and animators, and it makes me happy to see them add in little details that may not be noticed by casual viewers.

Anyway, that was long, and I don't blame you if you didn't read it. I'll be starting from the beginning of the movie. Come along with me on part 1 of my perceptions.

Disco billboard & 'Bicentennial 1976' billboard showing Uncle Sam wearing platform shoes. Bicentennial refers to the 200th year anniversary of the creation of the US (1776). Platform shoes were also very popular during the 70s, and pretty much every major character in the movie wears some form of them.

From when we start following young Gru, the movie takes place over a few days, probably from Wednesday 28th January 1976 to Saturday 31st January 1976 (a definite; when the clock struck midnight and the Chinese New Year began. This was also the Year of the Fire Dragon). The Zodiac stone theft probably took place in early January.

Animators closed Belle's eyes during her intro so they couldn't be seen through her glasses. Motive=up the coolness factor.

One of the AVL guys knocks another out of frame trying to grab her.

One of the AVL guys in the car gives no f#cks and eats a donut while chasing her.

Belle's golden chain belt is a literal 'ball-and-chain', like the prisoner's restraint.

This guy falls backwards.

There's an unbothered gray cat sitting on the trashcan on the left.

The V6's subterranean headquarters is on the bottom 9th floor of the complex.

Side note: The Vicious 6 were a highlight of the film for me, despite their screentime only amounting to about 10-15 minutes (sans Wild Knuckles). I definitely think they were under-utilised. Still, I take what I can, and they do have interesting background details. I will be delving deeper into them in another post using their official music playlists.

There are only 5 seats around their table, even though they haven't betrayed Wild Knuckles yet; Svengeance is just standing by Jean-Clawed. Why are there only 5 seats.

Big 70s energy with the character designs. The jumpsuit, faux furs, leisure suits, biker jackets, bell bottoms, platform shoes, afros, sideburns, shag haircuts, the staches, the whole shebang. I recommend this wikipedia page if you're interested: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1970s_in_fashion

I probably don't need to point out the punny names, but I will anyway. Belle Bottom= Bell-bottoms/'Flares'= popular flared 70s jeans. Glitter and a stylish font for her name.

Stronghold never once opens his hands onscreen- the metal gauntlets are probably a permanent fist. His name shatters the figurative glass around him. A stronghold is defined as a fortified place protected from attack. He is pretty much confirmed to be Mexican.

Jean-Clawed vibes with Nun-Chuck.

Nun-Chuck= nunchucks= East Asian weapon good for blunt force attacks, traditionally made out of wood. Her name here is also in an identical font to 'The Nun' horror movies.

Svengeance has got spikes everywhere (the wheels of his skates also have spikes on them), but even he doesn't skimp on safety pads. Sven + Vengeance. Sven= he is Swedish.

According to concept art, his name was originally Magnus.

His character is a homage to Moonpie from the film Rollerball, also with a rollerskating theme.

His name font resembles one of those Varsity flags, so he's a bit of a jock.

Jean-Claude + giant lobster claw= Jean-Clawed; also doubles as a cool reference to his voice actor JCVD, but this was actually just an awesome coincidence.

He stands on his chair and the table to catch the map.

Name is colored according to the flag of France; he is French.

The buttons on his arm prosthetic are glowing, probably indicate when it is being controlled by him. Arm is most likely missing, even though this seemed to be forgotten a few times (namely the rat form).

Missed opportunity to foreshadow what would come next with WK in this shot; a few sneaky looks behind his back could have been added.

Belle's choker has a similar design to Wild Knuckles' arm bracers; perhaps she was inspired by him?

Svengeance puts his hand on Nun-Chuck's shoulder (aww). JC also nudges her in excitement.

Svengeance jumping up and down like a giddy child (watch it back; it's kind of hilarious).

Nun-Chuck thanking the heavens.

The dragons on the map have tiny lil arms and legs.

An UNgoof; the jetpack and hat WK threw on the ground DON'T disappear.

Spikes through the eye, the head, the heart. Ouch.

Starting from the top, clockwise: rat, ox, tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, horse, goat, monkey, rooster, dog, pig (I know, the horse doesn't look like a horse). The Zodiac stone itself is likely made of jade, very spiritual. Chinese jade symbolises purity and morality. Very ironic.

You can see heads other than the dragon, most clearly the snake and monkey (?).

WK calls the gold guardians 'tchotchkes'- a decorative trinket.

Belle looks at Jean-Clawed and smiles. He holds onto his hat so it doesn't blow away in the wind (doesn't seem to be much of a problem 30 seconds later though; bowler hats were actually well-known for being fairly stable in windy conditions ).

Nun-Chuck also turns the wheel and smiles menacingly.

The rope tied into the shape of a noose.

I think Belle and Jean jumped into the back row behind Nun-Chuck to be in these positions, while Svengeance went onto the trunk. I mention this because I had no idea how they were standing like this for the longest time based on what we saw of the car.

You can also hear the hover car's motor as WK gets pulled up.

He's missing a shoe.

They lean right over the edge here (see previous image for reference). Jean laughs and looks at Belle smiling, and at Nun-Chuck to his side.

Watch Stronghold during this part. He makes the creepiest face in the film.

Belle signals to Svengeance to drop the rope.

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I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short due to Tumblr's image restriction.

...This may take longer than I anticipated. I may skip a few scenes in the next parts and focus on the ones I care about (i.e. involving the V6). I'm sure I missed some things anyway.

You can probably tell what my ship is from this post.

Next part

[thetiredlazybones]

Creator/Me:"hi back again sorry for talking too much,anyways you know you always been like a comfort character for me, and I love your puns they make n osense but they are funny or should is say PUNny get it cause your funny and you make puns, Either way Sans how do you see frisk, since you guys live on the surface do you see them like uh a friend?, probably still indifferent to them, or like a family member since they haven't rested anymore?"

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

15: Let's Talk About Your Car's Extended Warranty

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The call goes as well as you expect it to. You made sure to tell her you really couldn’t talk for long since Sans’ brother (yes, you told her his name, it’s only fair if she knows), Papyrus, wants to discuss some house rules over dinner. She let you go soon after, reassured when you told her you call her again later today when you get settled down.

You actually really like the balcony: it’s facing the direction of Waterfalls and it’s just cozy. You might bring a chair out here whenever you want some alone time.

Going back inside and down stairs, you see that the table that was pushed against the right wall (the one with their pet rock that was still there) was pulled away from said wall. There are three, identical wooden chairs: one on the left, one on the right, and one at the head of the table closest to the kitchen. The pie was already freed from its container and set on the table next to the pet rock.

Sans was already sitting at the head of the table, and he motions for you to take the seat on the right side. You do so without any complaint. There’s already forks on the table alongside glasses of water and a pitcher of iced water, too.

Respectfully, they have GOT to rearrange the minimal furniture in this house.

“everything okay?”

“Yep! Gonna call her again later though,” You clasp your hands and set them on the table, “I—told her your name because I thought it’s only right if she knows who I’m staying with.”

He tenses up, “and?”

“And… She wanted me to tell you her name in return,” You smile at him with a wink, “So the story is that Napstablook didn’t tell you shit, okay?”

Sans sighs for the nth time that day, “you’re trying to give me a heart attack, aren’t ya?”

“Whoops! Sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t have the guts to handle it.”

Before the punny monster can quip back, the greatest monster to have ever lived bounces into the living room with a flourish. Two plates of spaghetti in his hands and he sets them down gently in front of you and his brother.

“where’s your plate, bro?”

“IT SEEMS THAT I MAY HAVE UNWITTINGLY UNDERESTIMATED HOW MUCH I NEEDED TO MAKE. I’M SO USED TO MAKING ONLY ENOUGH JUST FOR YOU AND I.” Papyrus sighs so sadly,  “BUT YOU TWO NEED NOT WORRY. I AM WILLING TO MAKE THIS SMALL, YET PAINFUL, SACRIFICE SO THAT YOU TWO CAN ENJOY MY COOKING!”

Jesus.

You’re slightly scared for your life, but you can’t help but still feel grateful he cooked something for you at all to welcome you. Even if it’s going to taste bad (maybe it’s not that bad and Sans was exaggerating?), you want to at LEAST take ONE bite.

“Thank you for the food, Papyrus!”

“YOU ARE MOST CERTAINLY WELCOME! FEEL FREE TO DIG IN,” He widens his eye sockets, “OH, I NEARLY FORGOT SOMETHING. I’LL BE RIGHT BACK.”

As the frantic skeleton hurries back to the kitchen, you scrunch up your nose and take the fork. Whelp, rip in pieces you. You stick your fork into the noodles (they feel kind of stiff, you don’t think they’re fully cooked) and twirl the utensil. Sans looks at you like you’re fucking crazy.

“you’re not seriously gonna eat it, are you??”

“Well yeah, dude. What else is there to do? He made it for me, of course I’m gonna eat it,” You shrug and bring the food to your mouth, “Bone Apple Tea, I guess.”

“wait!”

But wait you did not.

Your face reflexively scrunches up.

The taste is indescribable.

…

IS WHAT YOU WOULD SAY IF YOU’RE BEING NICE ABOUT IT!!!

You grip the fork tightly in your fist, your other hand covering your mouth as your body hunches over.

The noodles are under-cooked and you can just tell he didn’t add salt to the water. The tomato sauce was too clumpy and whatever fucking seasoning he used made it taste as though it was already expired. The meat for the meatballs was way overcooked, super dry, and was a horrible mix with the sauce.

Your heart (and taste buds) was broken and hurting: how could ANYONE lie to Papyrus about his cooking?! The food is so awful and not fit for consumption; this could seriously get you sick were it not for the fact that it’s made of magic.

You force yourself to swallow it down even though you weren’t done chewing. It hurt like a bitch but you couldn’t keep it on your tongue without running the risk of throwing it up.

That’s what she said.

You notice Sans’ pained and sympathetic expression as you reach for your water and chug it down like there’s no tomorrow. It wasn’t nearly enough so you stole Sans’ water (“hey!”) because you can’t wait to serve yourself another glass.

You slam the glass down. “Ahhh! Oh, my God!!” You whisper-shout, “What the hell was that?!”

“i warned you not to!”

“I didn’t think it would be like that!!” You look down at your plate to glare at the offender but, “…Huh?”

“YOU DIDN’T THINK IT WOULD BE LIKE WHAT?”

Papyrus comes back with a bowl of grated cheese, setting it down on the table. You can feel you have some sauce at the corner of your mouth, but you are NOT licking it off. You wipe it off with your thumb instead, eyeing your empty plate.

“YOUR PLATE…!”

Yeah, you’re fucking confused, too! The pasta has completely vanished from yours and Sans’ plate with the only evidence that it was ever there being the sauce residue on the plates, your fork, and now on your thumb where you had wiped it off your face. Sans said he’d help you out, but what did he do? This is his doing, right?

“YOU… YOU REALLY LIKE MY COOKING THAT MUCH, THAT YOU ATE IT SO QUICKLY?”

His face is full of hope, and his hope is so unbelievably fragile. You know that when the day comes and you finally tell him the truth, it’s just going to hurt more. You could just not do that, but it goes against your morals and principles.

Ohhh, you don’t want to lie to the poor baby! Some way or another, Sans seems to notice this dilemma, and comes to your rescue.

“you should’ve seen it, bro. i don’t think i’ve seen anyone enjoy food like that before.”

“OH, WOWIE!!” Papyrus bounces from joy. “MARK MY WORDS, [Y/N]! I, THE GREATEST CHEF, PAPYRUS, WILL MAKE YOU ALL THE PASTA YOU COULD EVER WANT!”

…Yayyy…

Sans can clearly see the disdain behind your polite smile. He can’t help but feel bad since… Yeah, they (as in himself and his other friend) never should have lied to him about his cooking. Maybe then he would’ve taken the criticism and gotten better. Still, as long as he just uses his magic to toss the spaghetti into the garbage dump, then you’ll be fine.

“I-I’m still feeling kind of hungry though,” You purposely avoided saying anything about the food, huh? “Let’s eat the pie now and talk about what we originally supposed to talk about.”

”YES, GOOD IDEA! FIRST, LET ME TAKE THESE…”

The tall monster takes the plates, forks and the poor bowl of cheese back into the kitchen. You clear your throat and reach for the pitcher of iced water. You refill yours and Sans’ cup.

“… Sorry, your water tasted better,” You lamely say, “Much crispier.”

“eh, forgeddaboudit. you earned it after that stunt,” Sans nods in approval. “you sure got nerves of steel.”

“I also got ten years of my life taken away from me after that,” You huff while shaking your head, “It’s-It’s fine though, what’s done is done.”

Papyrus comes back with three plates, new forks, and a knife. He sets it down in their proper places before he starts to cut up the pie.

“SO, WHERE DO WE EVEN BEGIN?” He asks.

You look at the brother’s silently, but they’re both equally silent. You don’t know why you even expected Sans to know, he hasn’t had anyone other than Papyrus. That’s fine, you’ll be happy to start it off.

“We can start off with discussing some routine we’re all used to. You know, things you guys do everyday, and what I do everyday,” You put a hand on your chest, “For example, my usual routine is make breakfast, clean up around the house if I need to, shower, and lately, I’ve been going out with a friend after that. If it’s a lazy day, I’ll spend it inside and do some of my hobbies. Though hopefully now that I’m here, I can replace that with work.”

“OH, I SEE. SO PRETTY BORING, THEN.”

“PFFT!!” You can’t even get mad, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“I CAN’T SAY MY SCHEDULE IS SET IN STONE, I DO WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE.” By now, the younger brother has given you and himself a nice slice of pie, currently getting another for Sans, “I EAT BREAKFAST, THEN I TRY TO WAKE UP SANS.”

“You try to wake him up?”

“THAT SKELETON WAKES UP WHEN HE WANTS TO WAKE UP.”

“Damn, you’re so real for that, Sans.”

“thank.”

“Welcome.”

“UGH! ANYWAY,” Now that everyone has a slice, he sits down at his seat, “AFTER THAT, I WILL SEE WHERE THE DAY TAKES ME. SOMETIMES I WILL RECALIBRATE MY PUZZLES, OR I WILL TRAIN WITH UNDYNE. OR MAYBE, I’LL DO NONE OF THAT, AND JUST HAVE FUN IN SNOWDIN.”

You’re already eating the pie, feeling the magic replenish your exhaustion. Sans was already halfway done with his slice; it was odd to watch either of them eat because where is it going???

Sans finishes chewing then finally shares his side. “like i told you on the way here, i work at the sentry stations around different parts of the underground. i kinda just work at my own time, though.”

“YOU ALSO HAVE AN ILLEGAL HOTDOG STAND BUSINESS.”

“it’s only illegal if you say it’s illegal.”

“SANS, YOU KNOW THAT’S NOT HOW THAT WORKS!”

“says who?”

“SAYS UNDYNE.”

“but she’s not a cop.”

“BUT SHE IS THE CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARDS!!”

“you know, i think that’s what’s wrong with this society. too many authoritative figures trying to take down my small business.” Sans points his fork in your direction, “you got my back, right [y/n]?”

Girl, HUH? You were just trying to enjoy the show, not be a part of it!

You laugh softly at their banter still, “I think if you’re gonna do crime, you gotta do it right. I mean, are you even stylish with it, Sans?”

“uhhh…”

“THAT’S WHAT I’M SAYING! HE HAS NO CLASS AT ALL!!”

“Damn, you think you know someone and it turns out he’s not even flamboyant with his illegal activities,” You give Sans the side eye, “To think that I admired you.”

“how did this get turned on me???”

“Not now, Sans. We gotta talk more about our new lives together,” You smile at Papyrus, “Seems like our schedules won’t clash very much. Next we should talk about what we’re expecting from each other.”

“WHAT? BUT I AM EXPECTING NOTHING FROM YOU.”

“yeah, same here.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Really now? So… you don’t expect me to pick up after myself if I leave my things around?”

“uh…”

“WELL…”

“What if after I shower, I leave a mess in the washroom with water puddles and towels everywhere? Oh God, and my hair?”

“YOU-YOU’RE HAIR…?”

“oh god, what about your hair?”

“In simple terms, I shed.”

“WHAT?!”

“oh…”

You start laughing, “This is what I mean! I get it if you’re trying to be polite, but telling me things like you expect me to clean up after myself is important.”

You continue with a more patient expression, “Which is another thing. I personally don’t mind helping with cleaning up around the house, but I don’t want it to turn into me doing ALL the cleaning ALL the time. I also don’t mind doing the cooking too, but if there are days when I don’t wanna do it, then it’d be great if you guys can take care of it. You get what I’m saying? Those are some things that I’m expecting from you two.”

“wow, someone even more responsible than papyrus,” Sans props his elbow on the table and leans his chin on his fist, “but i dunno if that’s sayin’ much if he’s not very responsible to begin with.”

“WHA—I AM CERTAINLY MORE RESPONSIBLE THANYOU ARE, THAT’S FOR SURE!” Papyrus huffs and crosses his arms, “[Y/N], YOU BRING UP VERY GOOD POINTS. I DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS WITH YOUR TERMS.”

“same here, it sounds reasonable so far.”

“And, like, not to sound prissy, but I gotta point out the obvious fact that I’m a lady, and a human. This is a terrible combo because that means I’m a little more high maintenance than the average.” You pointedly shake your head, “Please, do not touch my things, and do not go through my things. I’ll try not to leave my crap out everywhere, but if you see a lady product here and there, just look away.”

“IS BEING A WOMAN SCARY, [Y/N]?”

“Oh, dude. Like you wouldn’t believe,” And that’s putting it gently, “This is all I can really think of right now. If there’s anything else really important you guys need to know, I’ll bring it up later.”

Papyrus strokes his invisible beard, thinking hard about something. You go back to eating your pie, and as you do so, Sans speaks up himself.

“in that case, i can’t really think of anything but this one thing,” Sans tries to hold up his pointer finger, but his mittens make it a little hard, “my room is off limits unless i tell you you can go in. capiche?”

You figured he’d say something about that eventually.

”Capiche. Not to sound like a maid, but if you—both of you, want me to clean your rooms, then I can help with that too.” You say with a wince, “I got real good at that when staying in the Ruins. I think I have to actually call it a hobby now.”

Sans snorts, “duly noted.”

“I REALLY CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING TO ADD,” Papyrus sighs rather dramatically, “PERHAPS… IF YOU ARE TO GO OUT ANYWHERE, MAYBE LET EITHER SANS OR MYSELF KNOW BEFORE STEPPING OUT. IF YOU SOMEHOW GET CAUGHT, OR IN TROUBLE, WE’LL AT LEAST KNOW WHERE YOU ARE.”

“Okay, I can do that,” You nod, “Uhhm… Oh! Uh, I should probably get a spare key eventually, right?”

“BY GOLLY, YOU’RE RIGHT!” Papyrus suddenly stands up, his hands on his sassy hips, “TOMORROW, WE WILL GO OUT TO GET A KEY COPY, AND PERHAPS OTHER MISCELLANEOUS THINGS YOU MIGHT NEED.”

“Oh, by the way,” You reach into your dress pocket and pull out your phone, “I should get your guys’ number. You never know, I might find a funny looking rock and I’ll need someone to tell it to.”

“YOU’D WANT TO TELL ME ABOUT A FUNNY LOOKING ROCK?”

“Of course, I would!” You hand over your shitty little phone.

“I CAN ALREADY TELL THIS IS GOING TO BE A WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIP!!”

Sans stands up, “hey, [y/n]. mind helping with putting the table back?”

“Hm? Oh, sure.”

You guys have finished your pies, so you get the plates and forks off the table first and take them to the kitchen. You fully intended to take them to the sink, but…

“Aw shit,” You’re staring right up at the tall, tall sink.

Snap!

The plates and forks illuminate a soft, light blue before disappearing from your hands. You gasp and widen your eyes in surprise, then you hear a soft clink from above in the sink. You quickly turn around and make eye contact with the smiling skeleton. He just winks at you and motions for you to get back there.

You know what? You need to start getting used to that so you opted to not question it.

Papyrus hands your phone to Sans, and while the shorty is busy with entering his number in your phone, you and Papyrus move the table back together. The chairs were pushed in under the table and you also pack the pie back up and put it in their Food Museum.

…

One half is filled with different pastas, and the other half just has an empty bag of chips.

You’re going grocery shopping tomorrow, too. You cannot let them live like this. You feel bad you can’t clean the plates, but you can’t do much about it if you can’t reach it.

“SANS, CAN YOU READ ME MY BEDTIME STORY NOW?”

“sure thing, bro. get ready and i’ll meet you there.”

“[Y/N]!!”

You jump, “Papyrus!”

The tall boy bounces into the kitchen with a wide smile, “IT’S A SHAME THAT WE HAVE TO CUT IT SHORT FOR TODAY. BUT, TOMORROW WILL BE OUR OFFICIAL DAY OF FUN!”

“I’m looking forward to it, Papyrus. Seriously, I have to thank you again for taking me in.” You’re so thankful that you almost want to bow but you refrain from doing so.

“THERE IS NO NEED TO THANK ME. HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, [Y/N]. IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, YOU CAN ALWAYS COME TO-”

“-me,” Sans interrupts swiftly and casually, “you know how cranky you get when you’re woken up in the middle of the night, bro. ‘sides, you have more trouble falling back to sleep than i do.”

“HM, YOU’RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT. THEN PLEASE, IF YOU NEED ANYTHING, YOU CAN ASK SANS.

You nod in understanding, “Roger. I’m staying up for a little longer, so you have a good night, Papyrus. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“GOODNIGHT, [Y/N]. MAY YOU HAVE THE GREATEST OF DREAMS.”

(Un)expectedly, Papyrus gives you a big hug, lifting you off the ground. You laugh and return the hug, patting his back in good faith. He sets you down gently as he did the last time, and walks out of the kitchen with a pep in his step.

What a cutie patootie.

Sans lingers back to return your phone to you, “wait for me, okay?”

You raise an eyebrow, “Oh… kay?”

He winks before leaving you alone in the kitchen. You roll your eyes with a smile and check the contact names they set themselves as.

—

sans

THE GREAT PAPYRUS!!!!

Toriel the Beloved <3

—

You deadpan, changing Sans’ name to “Sansational.” Wait, “Snas” is funnier. But you also like “Sansational.” Hm. As a final decision, you change his contact to “Snasational.”

Kekeke.

Speaking of your contacts, you should call Toriel now. You walk out the kitchen and head up the stairs. When you’re quietly passing by Papyrus’ room, you can hear Sans’ baritone voice read out the title of “Pick-a-Boo with Fluffy Bunny.”

How cute.

You go right down the hallway and walk out to the balcony. The time says it’s almost 8pm, but it still looks so light out. You feel a little tired, but not enough to sleep just yet. You put the device up to your ear, waiting for her to pick up.

Ring… Ring…

You lean forward on the balcony and cross your feet to get comfortable.

Ring…. Ring…

Rin-

“Hellloooo?”

You snort at the slurred tone, “Hey, mom. You good?”

“Oh, yesss. I had just… found this old bottle of Moonshine in the storage room, and-” She hiccups, “-I just wanted to have a little some.”

“Moonshine?” You grin and tease her, “Aw, really? Miss me so much already?”

“Pfft—Yesssss! I miss you alreadyyyyy! I don’t…” Her tone becomes somber, “I want you to come home soon…”

Uh oh.

Your smile slowly falls; memories of your other mother come to mind at Toriel’s behavior. You try to stop thinking about it. Toriel isn’t like her.

“I know, ma. But you’re going to be just fine without me, okay? And remember that I’m not going to be gone forever. And I’ll still call you as often as I can.”

“But you left…”

“You sent me away.” You remind her gently but assertively. “And for good reason, remember? This is going to be good for me and make me happy.”

“I did… I DID send you away…”

The line is quiet.

You sigh. “Hey, look-”

“I—I think *hic* I think I shhhould get some-some sleep,” Toriel sniffs grossly, making you wince, “You—You just forget about this, my little, little child.”

…No, you’re not going to just forget about it. It seems like something she seriously needs to talk about, but when she’s sober. For now, you’ll let her off the hook.

“Get some sleep, mom. And drink a lot of water before you sleep, okay?”

“I will, just for-just for you.”

You smile, “Goodnight, mom. I love you.”

Toriel whimpers as if she was going to start crying, “I love you too, my [Y/n].”

You wanted to change your mind and talk to her for a little longer, but she hung up on you first. You sigh heavily and put your phone in your pocket. You drag your hand down your face and shuffle your feet back so you can bend over a little more.

You know that awkward pose of leaning over something but when you arch your back like a slut then it’s just comfortable? Yeah, you do that. It’s the way of your life, you can’t help it.

Ohhh, Toriel.

You knew she liked to drink, especially wine before bed when she reads a book. But you didn’t think she was the type to drink her sorrows away. It’s taking a lot in you to not go to her right now to take care of her. That’s not your job, and you stopped doing that for any parental figure when you moved out at eighteen.

You stare out at the Waterfalls, feeling better at the scenery.

You REALLY like this balcony. You can tell the brothers don’t use this place very often since the snow on the rails and floor was perfectly untouched before you came along. You’ll ask Sans or Papyrus if they have an extra chair they can spare for you to bring out here.

Anyway, Sans said to wait for him? But you kinda just wanna finally take your shower and sleep. As you’re straightening up, the door behind you opens.

You turn around and nod at the skeleton, “Hey, bone boy.”

“hey,” He leans against the open door frame, “everything okay?”

“Okay as everything can be. So, what’s up? You needed something?”

“figured that i owe you for that creepypasta. you’re not satisfied with just one slice of pie, are ya?”

“Can’t say that I am. So, what do you got in mind?” You tilt your head, having a feeling that you know where this is going.

He takes out his right hand and points his thumb behind himself, “wanna come with me to grillby’s?”

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hey can i get a fic rec for sans x a mage reader?

im also open to sans x OC

<333

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

The Way We Were Meant To Be by jixhexus (Explicit, Incomplete)

As far back as you could remember, you had been trained with one goal in mind: To protect the human race from monsters that would one day return from the shadowy depths they were banished to. And then they returned. And funny thing, they were peaceful. So you're without purpose in a world that demands nothing from you. You make an offer to the town you live on the outskirts of - An offer that's one punny skeletons last resort. And somehow, it helps.

The Human Condition by Diamondflame33 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

You're human enough you suppose, for a person with magic. You don't really bother about it under normal circumstances, so most people don't really wonder about it. Sometimes, it's so much a part of you you even forget it's there and just live your life normally. So when you end up using it on a complete stranger, and get pulled into more unusual circumstances than you're comfortable with, you figure perhaps that fate is tired of you ignoring it.

Potato Soup (with a side of skeleton) by AnonakiTheGreat, PumpkinPancakes (Mature, Incomplete)

You had a bad experience with skeletons. After living with your skeleton roommate for just a month (you refuse to even think of his name now, but it rhymed with pans,) he had the audacity to kick you out, forcing you to live in some forest where he straight up dumped you. So, three years later, it's exciting when you find a skeleton dead in your forest, a gaping hole in their skull. But hey, bone broth for dinner didn’t sound too bad. == Tired of being chased for food all across fics in Horrortale? Well, how the turntables, cause now YOU get to cook yourself some skeleton stew. Wait… he's still alive? Oh... *cough* drown him in the soup *coughcough*

Collaborations by AlytheSinSlug (Mature, Incomplete)

You are a mage, and the first lab assistant at the New Hotland Lab. After a lifetime of hiding your magical abilities, you're surprised to find that monsters are far more accepting of you, going so far as to become your friends. You're even more surprised when a certain pun-slinging skeleton seems to want to be more than friends.

Blindfolded by NanoMan03 (Mature, Incomplete)

You're a mage. A strong one at that. Granted, you're blind, but whatever, hasn't stopped you before, won't stop you now. With the introduction of monsters to the surface and mages coming out of hiding your life has gone from the usual lazy one you always had to suddenly being way more action-packed. Who likes action? You'll take lazy 11 out of 10 times. But hey. Maybe an action-packed life isn't so bad. After all, it leads to you meeting a certain boney guy that you just can't seem to get out of your head. Must be magic.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

💚anon

[Punny] - Mostro Lounge, closing hours

Floyd, leaning against the counter: Tako~ how do you make an octopus laugh?

Verde, rolling his eyes and continuing to clean: You give it ten-tickles, now go do your j– gHK-!

Floyd: Nope! You only need one for this octopus~! *pinning Verde against him and scribbling his nails against the older's ribcage*

Verde: Flohohoyd-! Yohohou–agk, stohohop ihihit!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jade, watching from afar: Hm...should we stop him? It's been a while since Verde-san's had a genuine laugh.

Azul: Better him than me.

Jade, eye gleam as he turns to Azul: Oh? What was that, Azul?

Azul, backs up.

[infamouslydorky]

Sans:

First impression: scary silhouette... oh, lmao, whoopie cushion

Impression now: punny skeleman with depression

Favorite moment: stacks hotdogs on your head

Idea for a story: no idea

Unpopular opinion: I understand the urge to make him edgy but there's also a lot of levity to his character that I think people often forget to write their stories, which is valid, I just feel there could be more of a balance ig

Favorite relationship: you should get the pattern that I'm a big fan of siblings annoying each other but loving each other very much. Fambly

Favorite headcanon: spawn of gaster

Engineer:

First impression: soft spoken Texas man will not hesitate to kill you

Impression now: soft spoken Texas man will not hesitate to kill you (but also short)

Favorite moment: "...how am I supposed to prevent some mean mother-hubbard from tearing me a structurally superfluous new behind?"

Idea for a story: again I say no idea

Unpopular opinion: with how these have gone, take a wild guess?

Favorite relationship: buddy science experiments with medic. Both unhinged in different ways but vibrating at the same frequency

Favorite headcanon: son or grandson of tfc engineer