#ht!papyrus

[circleheadd]

you know I don't know if I ever posted this to my socials. I certainly can't find it anywhere... Here is a really old Horrortale illustration from 2019! I think this was the first full illustration I completed on my iPad! Something atmospheric and dramatic between Crooks and my insert Ribbon...

[popatochisssp]

Would papy end up telling his s/o about what happened underground? I know slate would but was curious if papy would?

At least to an extent, yes, but definitely not right away.

As much as Papy (Horrortale Papyrus) would want to respect his s/o’s right to make an informed decision about him…and his brother…a lot hinges on a certain version of how monsterkind handled the aftermath of the Famine being the only version in circulation.

The public story is that as queen, Undyne killed the ten necessary humans to break the barrier and then very promptly and responsibly confessed to it all and turned herself in to face the humans’ justice—very reasonable and respectable, went a long way towards getting monsters a warm welcome on the Surface in spite of having actually…you know, eaten humans.

It was to survive, and they didn’t kill anymore than they had to, and the one who did it volunteered to go to jail and everything!

That narrative kind of falls apart if it gets spread around that Undyne only killed three of ten, and ruined their souls in a grief-stricken rage so they couldn’t even be used for barrier-breaking, and the guy who killed the other seven is just sort of putzing about, free and clear.

So! Yes! Papy is inclined to keep that info close to the chest, lest there be any major diplomatic incidents or catastrophic worsening of public (human) opinion on monsters.

He’d be pretty upfront about the fact that he, personally, did the majority of the human-butchering and—if asked—share more generally what things were like before, during, after the Famine.

He doesn’t especially like remembering it, but he’d even freely talk about what human meat tasted like.

He’s an open book!

…but the part where it was his brother who did the lion’s share of human-killing, that he’s going to keep to himself for awhile. At least until his relationship with his s/o gets serious enough for him to be able to gauge how safe that information is with them.

Honesty is important in any relationship, but when all of your species’ continued peace and your brother’s un-incarcerated status is at stake, some manner of cautious secrecy may be required.

[strawberriederror]

“You do know theres something wrong with that guy, right? Don’t trust ‘em.”

“Well of course Sans! Who isnt a little messed up these days?!”

“That’s not what I me-“

“Sans, you’ve got to get off your high horse and realize that not everyone is as mentally resilient as you, and that there are some people that (yap yap)…”

“well shit…..”

Por bocon 🗣

Teehee me encanta Horrortale

[petiterazu]

[anneimaginesundertale]

What's new Sweets?

Sweets has a hard time looking at you. He's currently buried under six little skeletons, who have all decided that he's the uncle to pile on today. (Yesterday it was Blue.) The tall skeleton manages to smile at you from between the babybones.

"Quite A Lot Is New," he says, shifting children slightly so his head is free. "I Have New Orders To Start. People Are Already Thinking Of Valentine's Parties. We Have New Presents From Gyftmas That We Are Still Enjoying, But Several Customers Are Already Ordering All Kinds Of Sweet Treats."

"You sound a little overwhelmed," you say, moving to grab your two kiddos out of the pile. They happily climb on you instead of their uncle, giving him a bit of a break. "Anything I can do to help?"

Sweets sighs. "I Am Quite Capable Of The Baking Part. It Is Just The Customer Orders That Are Bothering Me. Some Of The People Are Not Very Kind!"

"That's why we had to have a cuddle puddle," little Someday adds, clinging to her father's elbow. "Daddy was sad, so we cuddled him to make it better." She kisses at his upper arm and leans her head against his shoulder. "Are you better now, Daddy?"

"Much Better, Sweetness. Thank you." He kisses the top of her skull.

Their little interaction gives you time to think. "I could help you with the orders," you say. "I'm pretty good at customer service stuff, and we're always over here or at my place. I wouldn't mind taking calls and recording details and stuff for you."

"Really?"

"Yeah! I'm always up to do a favor for my in-laws." You beam.

"That Would Be A Great Help," Sweets admits. "But I Will Not Let You Do It As A Favor. If You Are Going To Do Part Of My Job, Then I Will Pay You."

"Oh, you don't have to," you begin, but he holds up a hand.

"I Insist! I Will Talk With Anne About The Details Later Today, And You Can Start As Soon As You Like."

His cell phone rings. One of the kids fishes it out of his pocket for him. Sweets looks at the caller ID and then holds it out to you hopefully. "Right Now? If You Don't Mind?"

"Of course!" You take the phone and answer. In your best customer service voice, you say, "Sweets Creations. How can I help you?"

[shadowsegregious]

uhhhnnggn,,,take my papyri 🤲 i will do more of these >_> the guys running amok in my multiverse hellaur

[mewdoodles]

Some doodles from last year!

[popatochisssp]

OMG I can't believe you did all of these! Thank you so much!! 😭

🌸papy date outfit 🌸

Papy version of @popatochisssp dress headcanon

🦈d: awww papy it’s nice

🌸papy: it looks so good on you

🦈d: ready handsome

🌸papy: Very much so

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 3 ft. Horrortale

Its 3 am- This... this is over 3k words.... I'm both cooking and cooked apparently bc this is even longer and more detailed than the last part, I honestly dont know what came over me. The ending is a bit rushed and im posting this half asleep and barely able to make sense of whether or not any of this is actually good but i wanted to post it before going off to sleep - i do hope you enjoy it though, even if by this point im not sure you can call it an anti harem... maybe ill explore that bit more in the next part.... (p.s. i would love love looove to hear you guy's thoughts on what ive cooked up here so please leave a comment if youre inclined to <3)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

It had been a few weeks since the attack on the monster settlement and your work kept you busy. Black and Mutt had both been a welcome new change as far as your experience in monsters went, the three of you seemed to grow closer by the day - sharing the mutual burdens of your job whenever you had any amount of free time. You and Black formed a good professional relationship, often sharing insights on the progress of monster integration into the world outside, and Mutt - albeit avoidant, seemed to develop an interest in watching you whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. He even sometimes visited you whenever his brother had been busy, coming to your office to slump on your couch and waste away his free time, scrolling through his phone and trying not to get caught staring at you while you filed away paperwork.

It was on a particularly early morning that you had arrived at your office, still dazed from your lack of sleep when a new case appeared at your desk. You rarely did personal requests, but this one you could hardly refuse as it had come from one of the joint rulers of the Underground. 

Queen Toriel summoned you, and you listened as she told you her concerns about a particular percentage of her population having an especially difficult time with the integration process. You picked up on the finer details of her request - unspoken words to her plea.

You were aware of the spatial anomaly that had caused the particular brand of chaos that was currently plaguing Monsterkind, a rift that had caused a collision of alternates and pulled them all here. It was a guarded secret among the higher ranking officials, the details shared only to those who were known to be trusted - or to those who were smart enough to see beyond the fragile lie. You were both you supposed, the Archmage themselves requested your insight into the matter, and you offered to consult wherever you could. It didn't surprise you that the Queen turned to you for assistance - involved as you were in the matter.

You agreed to her request, you could hardly refuse considering the high brand on the paperwork, the signature of the Archmage looped in finer print at the corner of the page. You left promptly, assigning a trusted associate of yours to man the office while you were gone, unfortunately the urgency of your task bid no time to waste so you left without notifying the two skeletons that had seemed to be stuck in your orbit as of late, but that was the nature of things when you had such a demanding position.

You were relocated into the depths of the Underground, a rather lavish apartment greeting you in the shadow of the castle of the royal families, but you had little time to waste, the faster you got to work the smoother the integration process would be.

You met with those currently overseeing the progress of the whole thing, a joint department consisting of monsters, humans and mages - social workers, professors, doctors, therapists and volunteers - all with ample experience concerning the more particular quirks that came with joining cultures and assessing risks where there were any. Your status would do you more harm than good here - you realize early on, advised by the royal court to take a more personal approach as you shed down your heavy coats and branded insignias - monsters in the underground were still rather wary of mages, especially ones as infamous as you. You took on the faux position of a well renowned inspector, and set yourself to figuring out what the problem was and how best to solve it.

It was there that you met them, two new yet rather familiar faces that were introduced to you as the spokespersons for the rebuffed population, Twilight and Dusk by name. 

Twilight was large, even by monster standards, a lean silhouette that towered over any others in the room with a set of jagged teeth and a weathered look to his eyes. His appearance however, seemed to be rather misleading. He was friendly, overly so, extending his hand to you in his introduction as he shook yours with a controlled precision, his crooked grin lifted, delighted to meet a new face among the many who were already so familiar over his long stay in the program. He was chatty, friendly even, a social butterfly that delighted in telling you about the many state of affairs that flitted about the establishment. There were some quirks however… every now and again he confused words, voiced idioms that you could hardly make sense of - something about frisbees. He had ticks, nervous habits and moments of sudden cautious anxiety that brought concerns to your mind, there were times where he seemed almost manic, a rattling in his bones as he flitted about the room as if trying to burn off excess magic, trying to keep his hands and mind occupied.

Then there was Dusk. Like his brother he was considerably larger than the average monster. He was bulkier, bigger, an imposing presence in the room that set even your nerves on edge. He seemed dangerous, more than any of the other monsters you've come across, something in your mind whispered caution as you introduced yourself. The best word you could use to describe Dusk was heavy, both literally and metaphorically. He dragged his words as if he practically pulled them from the depths of his mind, his movements were slow, weighed almost by some unforeseen force you could not comprehend, and every now and again he lost focus, a single red eyelight dilated and staring promptly into nothing. His mind was both sharp and slow at the same time, he often shared insights that were surprising in their outside perspective, he commented on things that others had passed by in their expertise - drawing attention to underlying issues that had been overlooked due to the fact that nobody had really thought of them as issues before he made comment. He had a finer eye for detail, but at the same time there were moments where he'd lose his train of thought, a byproduct of his severe head wound no doubt, words forgotten on the tip of his tongue - moments like those seemed frustrate him quite badly, his fingers pulled on his one blank eye socket in quiet irritation. On his better days he'd make offhanded puns that were rather dark in theme - cannibalism seemed to be a favorite of his. On his bad days his voice turned cold, words sharp as his grin pulled on his face almost maniacally, he was tense, guarded like a cornered dog ready to bare teeth.

It had taken you some time to get situated in your new environment, you spent your days meeting with the other monsters who shared similar ailments to both Twilight and Dusk, consulting with the people directly responsible for their integration process and finding correlations between things that worked best and those that didn't work at all. A common pattern in all of those monsters became clear days after your assignment, the heightened cases of sudden anxiety and panic attacks. It was odd to you for some reason, it wouldn't be unnatural for this particular batch of alternates to suffer from such things, considering what you knew they had gone through back in their own reality, but something about it seemed odd.

You investigated your suspicions further, repeatedly meeting monsters and doctors alike, questioning them about the intricacies of their ailments, trying to garner light on the plausible cause for the widespread issue. Twilight seemed eager to help you, he often accompanied you in your search for more information, more knowledge, and his assistance proved quite useful - when you questioned him as to why he seemed so willing to assist you, he responded with an abashed admission - a want to help the monsters who were struggling most finally see the light of day, to taste the fresh air of the outside world, they had been stuck underground for too long. He often stayed with you after hours, organizing papers and research as you delved into the mystery with a hyper focused obsessiveness. You found you always became like this, obsessive over things you could not define or explain, it was that part of you that had helped you rise in power as fast as you had, starved for answers, eager to explore and redefine the things unknown to you- it was almost nostalgic in a way.

 Twilight had a talent for filling blanks in your knowledge, unfamiliar territory as this was he often offered you more insight in the particularities of monster illnesses and behavioral patterns that you were not privy to. You often asked him for clarifications and added depth to your research and he provided them eagerly - either through his own knowledge or systematically organized interviews and research papers that were color coordinated and alphabetized neatly on your desk. He had a knack for organization that one, but you couldn't help but notice how his expression soured whenever he had to bend to lift a particularly heavy box of files off the floor - he tried to hide it, face turned away and the occasional popping of bones concealed by the clear of his throat, but you noticed. You tentatively questioned him about it one late evening, not wishing to pry more than he was comfortable with. He seemed embarrassed by your attentiveness but didn't deny it, hands clasped and pulling on his long fingers in a nervous habit. He revealed to you that the current brand of healing magic and medicine could do very little for his deteriorated state, the effect was not potent enough or so it seemed. The fact didn't sit right with you, and you decided in your mind that you could multitask.

Your research prolonged, and your frustrations grew as the answer to your questions evaded you. You began to spend more time in your office than in your pristine afforded apartment, head buried in books and rushed consultations between experts in the department. Your obsessiveness seemed to grow, and with it your attention to your health lessened, overtaken by a constant hunger for answers. That hunger seemed to replace your baser instincts however, and one particularly busy day the consequences of your declining attention to your physical state seemed to catch up with you.

 You had been on your way to another scheduled meeting with an on site surgeon, carrying a closed file with a hurried pace, you were far too absorbed in your head to notice the shake of your own fingers, or the way the corners of your vision blurred. You were so absorbed in fact, that you didn't even notice the sudden approach of Dusk from the hall across from you. You had ran right into him, nose buried in the plush of his sweater as you had your senses knocked right out of you. The contact didn't even phase him, and he had caught you by the forearm to steady you. You had apologized, noting how it was unlike you to be so distracted in your surroundings. He hadn’t seemed to mind, his large eyelight coming to a soft focus on the point of contact with your arm. 

The force of your run in with him had knocked the file you were carrying onto the ground however, and as you leaned down in your hurry to grab it the world around you spun. You lost your bearings, and your vision turned to black as you fainted, vaguely aware of the pull of someone's arms around you.

You had woken up in one of the medical rooms, an IV in your arm and a growing headache in the corner of your mind. Dusk was there too, hunched in an office chair that was far too small for his hulking frame, you would have laughed - if you hadn't felt like shit at the time that is. Your movement seemed to wake him from his zoning out, and he had leveled you with a look that you couldn't readily discern - something of a mix between worry, scrutiny and confusion. The doctor on hand had walked in to check up on you, cautioning you to pay better attention to your health, you had felt like a child, embarrassed with your own state. Dusk had sat silent next to your bed while you were being discharged, and as you stood to leave with an order to go home and get some rest from the doctor, he stood with you.

The skeleton escorted you home, a silent but unmistakable presence at your side and as you were ready to thank him and say your goodbyes at your door, he had asked you when you had last gotten something to eat - you couldn't give him a straight answer. 

He had pushed his way inside your temporary home then, and you questioned him in your confusion as he opened your fridge to find it mostly empty, he clicked his tongue, a low growling hum from the pit of his ribs as he pushed you down on your couch with a stern order to ‘wait here’

He blinked out of existence then, returning after a while with a greasy bag of food and he urged you to eat, pushing the bag in your lap despite your urge of protests. You complied, silently eating under the watchful eye of his softly dilated gaze.

From then on Dusk began to visit your office on a regular basis, bringing both you and Twilight regular meals and spending his time lounging in one of the bigger chairs available at the time, idly flipping through books. His presence seemed to anchor you, and often he knocked you out of your hyper focused state with a random pun or an offhand comment about the weather. It worked, your urgency had stilled to a healthy normal, mind clearer as both brothers had now taken to paying a keen interest in your physical condition. You still remembered the frantic lecture Twilight had given you after your little trip to the emergency room. He had begun to limit your time in the office after that, setting a healthy time table with a balanced schedule for both rest and work.

The growing connection between the three of you was plain as day, and as days passed you began to find the answers you were so desperately looking for. It was a regular day in the office when you finally solved the mystery - a calm afternoon spent in a comfortable conversation with the brothers over a cup of tea and some snacks Twilight had graciously shared. You had been brainstorming with the brothers, shooting off your theories for plausible causes when Dusk piped in with something that caught your attention. 

You almost dropped the cup of tea you had been idly cradling in your hand. Jumping up to your feet in a newly discovered frenzy, you rifled through a box of files that had been offhandedly pushed to the side, and as you flipped through a particular heavy file about dietary needs it was then that it hit you, something so simple and so overlooked - of course Dusk would have been the one to point it out. Your grin was almost manic in its excitement as the puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and you turned to the brothers that had gathered behind you in their confusion. You pulled each of them down by their faces, placing a loud smack of your lips on both of their foreheads and watched their faces glow warm as you called them both a genius. You rushed out of the office, missing exchanged looks of embarrassment - eager to share and confirm your discovery.

It was simple really, so easy to miss in all the confusion of the spatial rift and the ongoing process of integration. It was the food that was making the monsters so sick and riddled with anxiety. Coming from a reality here there had been a significant shortage of food - the first response of the healthier populace had been to feed them, feed them as much as they wanted to eat, it was natural really. Except monster food - magical in nature had high levels of energy, too high for a population of monsters that had been previously so deprived of sustenance. It made their magic run rampant, fluctuate in its intensity with high highs and even lower lows. It was the same in humans, eating too much after starving made the patient sick and would effectively do more harm than good. The answer was right there all along, and you cursed yourself at not seeing it sooner.

Things moved quickly after that, you wasted no time to form a plan of order for a change in provisions, something less straining, human food imbued with magical properties was the natural choice. It would take time for the monster's conditions to stabilize, but after a few days on the new program you began seeing positive results. You had reported your success to the royal family and Toriel had once again summoned you for a showing of your solution. If things went as predicted, the rebuffed population would soon show results of steady improvement, they would finally be prime and ready for the further relocation process.

The queen had thanked you for your service and had shown you a rather unexpected act of kindness in doing so, inviting you over to her rooms for a private tea party where you both conversed not like high mage and ruler, but as two troubled souls with the weight of the world on each of your shoulders. It was pleasant, if not a bit awkward on your part, but Toriel seemed to have a knack for making someone feel welcome.

It was a couple of days before your departure that you had invited the skeleton brothers to your apartment for a celebration dinner, you had surprised them with a meal of your own making. Expertly following the guide of their new diet you had imbued it with your own magic, the fact seemed to fluster the brothers for some reason, but they were unwilling to comment as to the reason why. 

The evening trailed off in shared conversation, and as the hour grew late, the mood slightly sombered, it seemed like both Twilight and Dusk had something they had been meaning to confess for a while now, but it had never seemed like the right time. You had a feeling you knew what it was about - they weren't aware of just how much you knew about their past -you had been pretending to be a high ranking inspector after all, a secret as big as alternate realities wouldn't be handed off to someone as low down the hierarchy as that.

It was then that they opened up to you, a cautious whispered admission of their past sins, sins bred out of desperation and grief. In a moment of your own vulnerability you told them you knew, you knew and understood. You reassured them that it didn't change your opinion of them, you shared gentle words of encouragement, soft admissions of your own grief filled memories. 

You would not judge them for their past, because you saw in them a desperate wish for a better life, a fragile hope that they could learn to become monsters capable of loving themselves. 

Perhaps it was wrong, out of all the people in the world it was you who were the greatest threat to their continued existence. You realized you held their fragile future in your scarred hands, and decided to trust in the goodness in their souls.

[sabianandocs]

What do u think of undertale aus if you've seen some ? :p

I find it's impossible to navigate this fandom without running into AUs, so I have seen quite a few!

I'm not involved with any AUs, and Classic has always been and always will be my favorite, but I am familiar with the vague concepts of a few AUs, or at the very least I know what their Sanses look like (approximately)

Underfell and Underswap are the two big ones, as far as I'm aware, or maybe just some of the first-er ones? I was aware of them way back in 2016 when I first got involved in the fandom. I honestly have no clue about any of the lore or story of either; I know that Swap is just. Personality swap. Pretty par for the course in fandom. No clue what Underfell actually is though- it's been described to me as just 'edgy Undertale'; a version where the whole underground lives by the principle of 'kill or be killed'.

Horrortale I only really encountered more recently; I'm not sure if that's because it's actually new or just came to be at some point between my first foray in the fandom and my more recent re-involvement. I think the concept is super cool- that the whole underground went insane from isolation after Frisk left- (I think) but I haven't been able to really get into it personally.

Dusttale just makes me sad. I don't know a lot about it, obviously, since I'm not actively looking at any AU content, but from what I know it's a version where Sans decides after so many resets the only way to stop it all is to kill everyone himself to level up. Once again, super cool concept, but really depressing?? And personally I don't really feel like it's something Sans would do- he may be generally apathetic, but he cares about the people around him. I suppose anything goes once you've been kind of driven insane, though, to be fair.

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I find the fascination with Sans across different AUs fascinating. No matter what AU you look at, Sans always seems to be the star of the show- to the point where, even in all the AUs I talked about above, he (and MAYBE Papyrus) is the only one I've really seen art of in those AUs. I think I've seen a little bit of Swap or Swapfell Alphys and Undyne (don't ask me about AUs of AUs, I would have no idea; I barely know the regular AUs), but only by one artist, reposted without credit on Pinterest. It's to the point where the most often I've seen these AU Sanses isn't even in their own universes-- It's interacting with OTHER SANSES. MAYBE an AU Papyrus. There's like, an entire separate branch of fandom that's just all the different versions of Sans hanging out. That's WILD to me. In fact, the reason I recognize the sheer number of AUs I do (well, only their versions of Sans, actually) is just because I've seen so much content of the different Sanses just. Hanging out. Interacting.

Like I said, I don't really have a lot of interest in AUs, even though I appreciate the concepts; that being said, through fandom osmosis, I am able to identify/recognize:

Nightmare, Error, Geno, Fresh, Swap/Blueberry, Fell, Horror, Dust, Death (?), Dream, Murder (? is that one different from dust?), the one with a target on his chest??, Ink, and probably a few others that I'm just not thinking of. I've also heard of Mafiatale but idk much about it other than a few isolated comics I saw on Pinterest. Similarly, I've heard of Farmtale(?) because I've seen a comic or two where other AU Sanses fall into his world.

It's kind of impressive, honestly, considering the fact that I do not seek out AU content at all- this is all entirely just through seeing stuff while trying to look for Classic content- almost all of which is completely separated from their AU worlds and focused more on the Sanses interacting with other versions of themselves.

(oh, also, I guess technically Handplates falls into AU category! I consider it so close to classic that I didn't think to put it here; in my mind, it's less of an AU and more of just an interpretation or extrapolation of Classic. I'm a fan)

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ALL OF THAT BEING SAID!!!

I consider everyone's own interpretation of Sans (and all other characters) as their own Sans- it's a fun way to look at it; you can't 'get it wrong', because every interpretation is its own individual. I like to think that every download of Undertale is its own version of the world, and so everyone gets their own cast to be friends with and have fun with! So, in my case, that means that MY copy of everyone never had to deal with full resets (only the couple times where I died and got sent back to a save point, never a full reset) and now they're living happy on the surface. Same with my original copy from way back in 2016 on the family computer. Then I have another of my own, separate copy of the UT cast that exists in my art! If that makes sense!

I hope this answer was satisfactory and not too terribly long!!! If you guys want to request AU characters I might draw them but I won't make any promises; like I said, my interest, and therefore my art, focuses on the classic characters. But! Some AU designs are cool so I might take them for a spin if asked.

[didderd]

here have a cute horror Paps for the soul :3

[darkestvoidance]

A little look into the Bad Time Crew and how others react to Crooks. Despite his enthusiasm, not everyone is pleased about his visitor~

[shadowsegregious]

a couple chibi doodles i did recently

first of Kas n Val and some HT bros

[mewdoodles]

I'm sick so its time for some self indulgent doodles babyyyyy!!

[cloudyskydreams]

UNDERTALE (AND AUS) MASTERLIST 2!!

Nsfw content is in BOLD

Yandere content is ITALICIZED

Part 1/Part2/Part 3

SANS

"I can take you"

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

General HCs

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Looking through SO baby photos (Oneshot)

Wearing his clothes

Sfw and Nsfw general HCs

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

PAPYRUS

"I can take you"

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

General HCs

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

RED

"I can take you"

SO is pregnant and he doesn't think the baby is his

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Sfw and Nsfw general HCs

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

EDGE

"I can take you"

SO is pregnant and he doesn't think the baby is his

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

BLUE

"I can take you"

SO is pregnant and he doesn't think the baby is his

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Sfw and Nsfw general hcs

Wearing his clothes

Snowy Days Drabble

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

STRETCH

"I can take you"

SO is pregnant and he doesn't think the baby is his

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

AXE

"I can take you"

Legs, Tits, or Ass

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

Sfw and Nsfw general HCs

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period

WILLOW

"I can take you"

Legs, Tits, or Ass

SO comes home badly hurt

SO proposes + night of wedding

SO spontaneously kisses them and walks away

SO with a high risk pregnancy

First thing they do upon surfacing

Wearing his clothes

Someone making SO cry

SO on period