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LMK OC - Yarrow

Art drawn by @justsamwich <3

So this is my lmk oc, Yarrow. They're a monkey demon, somewhere between 1,000 to 2,000 years old (they don't remember the specifics because of ~trauma~), they're genderfluid with a preference for they/them pronouns typically.

They're pretty short, standing at 4'10".

In present day, Yarrow runs a small apothecary/natural remedies shop just outside of the city. They have a small garden in the backyard and spend a lot of their time cultivating the plants they grow.

Yarrow's background:

Grew up in a small village, one that was mostly known for farming and gardening.

Met their fiance, who was the son of a traveling merchant, he stayed once they were betrothed.

He would later become sick from an illness that ravaged the village, wherein Yarrow went looking for something that could help keep him from dying. This is when they made a deal with a powerful demon and traded their humanity for the cure. This turned them into a demon and caused their fiance to break off their relationship.

They began to travel as a doctor after this, eventually ending up training and studying under one of the best healers from one of the larger cities. They spent a decade there before moving on.

Yarrow then traveled as a Healer/Herbalist, stopping in small towns like the one they came from, helping as many people as they could.

After a few centuries, they met a beautiful Butterfly demonness, who they decided to court for a while. 

She would go on to try and convince them to become immortal so they could stay with her forever, but Yarrow declined. This angered her, because the demoness was very possessive and saw Yarrow as a possession, rather than a person. She then tricked them into eating/drinking something that would give them immortality, but when they discovered what she had done they left. Running away in the middle of the night to avoid being caught, she still chased after them when she discovered they were missing. Yarrow managed to make a successful escape, but just barely.

And that's it for now ^^ I might infodump some more about Yarrow in current day later~

[justsamwich]

How would you describe your UT, UF, and US bois’ personalities? OwO

Ooh! This is such a fun question! These are about them after surfacing, since some of these guys definitely change with their environment. As usual, I’d like to say that these characters are a collaboration between my partner @jaxxwrites4you and I. ^^

Papyrus (UT Papyrus)

In a single word: optimistic. This isn’t to say that he’s “innocent” or “naive”- more so that he looks at things in their entirety and chooses to focus on the best of most people and situations. Papyrus has a remarkably strong moral compass; while he does actively seek to feel included, he won’t compromise those morals for anything. (Even in instances like a genocide playthrough- he knows what you’re doing, but morally, he just can’t bring himself to kill.) He’s also very intense in his love of things- his brother, his interests, etc. Not the type to give up easily, no matter what’s thrown at him! Truly working hard to earn the title of “The Great” Papyrus.

Sans (UT Sans)

Sans is laidback, but not exactly carefree. He certainly tries to be, but… He’s more observant than most, and the more you look at things the more little issues you start to see. He worries about them in the same way one might keep picking at a scab. He’s aware that resets have happened, but he doesn’t actually remember the events of any of them- which is both comforting and disturbing at the same time. He’s much better at masking than his brother. Of course, all that masking does keep him pretty exhausted most of the time. Ultimately, he just.. wants the best for the people around him. And he’s not afraid of putting work into making that a reality, even if just making jokes is a little easier.

Baroque (UF Papyrus)

Baroque is the type of man you can’t quite slip anything past. Usually, when he acts it’s on clear intentions- deliberate and thought through. His level of planning may be overkill to some, but to him it feels more like a safety-net of sorts. One that he feels he needs, even if there’s no longer any imminent threat on the horizon. The more prepared he is for what he’s facing now, the easier it will be to handle whatever he’s sure will go wrong. On the rare occasion that Baroque acts on impulse, it is in regard to his relationships- not necessarily just romantically, but platonically or familially as well. He knows that if he doesn’t act- if he hesitates, he may regret it. He’s very ambitious, too! Man knows what he wants, has a plan, and will do what he can to get it.

Grunge (UF Sans)

Grunge is his brother’s opposite, in a way. Usually, he’s laid-back and kinda impulsive. He wants to live his life to the fullest and enjoy things in the moment- the future is a future Grunge problem. The main place where this changes is his relationships. He cares a great deal more than he lets on about the people around him; in the sense that he doesn’t express it outwardly too often, not that he hides or denies it. As a result he thinks through his interactions with people and carefully plans difficult or tense conversations (for example, confessions or confrontations, etc.). Grunge feels like he’s fucked up enough and just doesn’t want to hurt anyone else. He doesn’t need lofty goals for the future, just good times with good people.

Clove (US Papyrus)

Clove is actually fairly guarded. He doesn’t need a wide net of friends to be happy, just a few close connections. To his chagrin, this sort of aloof vibe tends to draw in a lot of people who want to know him. Those few people he does allow to get close he cares a great deal about- sometimes he feels like maybe it’s too much. Clove is prone to making snap decisions and judgements- and he’s usually (annoyingly) right. Those times where he isn’t really trip him up and bite him in the metaphorical ass. He’s pretty hard on himself afterwards and feels like even if he’s been forgiven, he still needs to make it up. He struggles the most when he feels like he has no control over himself or a situation. Just wants to live a happy life with those he loves.

Ginger (US Sans)

Ginger works hard to put all the good he can into the world. To his credit, he’s fairly good at it! His cheery disposition tends to rub off on people. That being said, he knows when to dial it back and be a little more grounded. As chatty as he is he can be a good listener and when he does give advice it’s thoughtful. He worries a lot more than he lets on about the people he’s close to and when he’s particularly worried it manifests via more frequent check-ins or hangouts. Ginger is also fairly confident in himself- and has done a lot of work to get to that point. He used to overcompensate a lot. He’s also a very playful guy- more witty than you’d expect, and often very (jokingly) smug when receiving compliments or pulling one over on a friend.

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Welcome to Our Ebott Archive!

@jaxxwrites4you & @justsamwich here! Together we've created 40 undertale aus, and as we've continued to develop them we decided they deserved their own blog to call home. Our Ebott Archive will be the central hub for all of our writings and artworks surrounding these AUs- and our askbox is always open! So feel free to ask away! Now then, it's about time we go ahead and tell you what all of these AUs are! Some of these are our own takes on pre-existing AUs (as well as our own take on the canon characters that we're including, lol) and some are all us from the ground up! Along with the AUs are names for each of the skeletons; since much of the UTAU fandom space is centralized around them, we named them separately to avoid any confusion.

Classics

Undertale - UT

Sans & Papyrus

Underfell - UF

Grunge & Baroque

Underswap - US

Ginger & Clove

Underswapfell - USF

Hickory & Mulberry

Mafia

Mafiatale - MT

Smoke & Mac

Mafiafell - MF

Whiskey & Saint

Mafiaswap - MS

Romeo & Lucky

Mafiaswapfell - MSF

Corona & Amaretto

Western

Westerntale - WT

Doc & Ranger

Westernfell - WF

Rusty & Diablo

Westernswap - WS

Ace & Rodeo

Westernswapfell - WSF

Maverick & Belvidere

Pirate

Piratetale - PT

Atlas & Cardinal

Piratefell - PF

Buck & Leviathan

Pirateswap - PS

Cutlass & Crow

Pirateswapfell - PSF

Nautilus & Zephyr

Circus

Circustale - CT

Stilts & Sabre

Circusfell - CF

Locke & Flint

Circusswap - CS

Tumble & Firefly

Circusswapfell - CSF

Ringer & Shill

Medieval

Medievaltale - MDT

Cassian & Chevalier

Medievalfell - MDF

Steele & Bastion

Medievalswap - MDS

Fennel & Shroud

Medievalswapfell - MDSF

Alm & Fletcher

Pantheon

Pantheontale - PNT

Quill & Halo

Pantheonfell - PNF

Clash & Nocturne

Pantheonswap - PNS

Concord & Cyser

Pantheonswapfell - PNSF

Puck & Nimbus

Outer

Outertale - OT

Comet & Nova

Outerfell - OF

Crux & Phoenix

Outerswap - OS

Altair & Astrophel

Outerswapfell - OSF

Orion & Vega

Steampunk

Steampunktale - ST

Flask & Rivet

Steampunkfell - SF

Arc & Spindle

Steampunkswap - SS

Cadet & Aether

Steampunkswapfell - SSF

Fuse & Meridian

Cyberpunk

Cyberpunktale - CPT

Latch & Wire

Cyberpunkfell - CPF

Diesel & Rogue

Cyberpunkswap - CPS

Zero & Chrome

Cyberpunkswapfell - CPSF

Blade & Trigger

-J & S

[kuroshiro101]

Mafia Cutie Trio💜💜💜

Beau belongs to @owl-bones

Valkyr belongs to @bonesofvaldis

Jazz belongs to @jaxxwrites4you

[jaxxwrites4you]

I’ll give my left kidney for a crumb of lore about your medievalfell bois.

That'll be Bastion and Steele, I love these two! As always, these characters are cowritten by myself and @justsamwich

Bastion (MedievalFell Papyrus)

He's the captain of the royal guard, often being assigned to lead the most important or serious battles. He's also often taken along as the head of protection for the Asgore, Toriel, and Frisk when they have diplomatic meetings to attend.

Bastion wears his armor if he's outside of his room, unless he's instructed to do otherwise by Asgore or Toriel. This is a physical manifestation of his struggle to be vulnerable with others. Being in his armor is just one of the ways he keeps his walls up with others. He has a pretty deep fear of being or hurt ot his vulnerability being used to get to someone else and hurt them.

Despite having issues being vulnerable, Bastion desires a simple life, with the possibility of getting to settle down and have a family. He's been tired of being a soldier since before monsters came up to the surface and while the fighting is not as bad as it could be, he doesn't like it.

He's an incredibly loyal individual, which means if you can get past his walls and win his trust, he'd die for you. Of course, at that point, if you asked him to live for you, then he'd do that instead.

Steele (MedievalFell Sans)

Steele is a blacksmith at the castle. He seems to enjoy the work, often taking on massive orders of armor and weapons on his own.

He is also still the judge, though this position is one he'd rather not hold. Still, he carries out his duties as needed until a succesor can be arranged.

While he is a man of few words, Steele knows how to make them count. He is blunt and direct, resulting in a bit of a bad reputation. He pays no mind to the rumors that float around the castle regarding this.

He has had a strained relationship with Bastion in the past; that has been largely mended, but there is still some work to be done. His brother is the only one Steele will talk to at lenghth (initially).

As one gets to know Steele a bit better, he is more open about talking and letting his sense of humor shine through. He's got a snarky kind of way of telling jokes- usually at his own expense.

One might also learn that he's struggled immensely with anger issues in the past, but he has done a great amount of work to improve on these. Being on the surface and stepping into the role of blacksmith have also helped immensely.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Baking Together - Rus (BHC Swapfell Papyrus) x Reader

When Rus had requested your help in the kitchen you had been curious, but had told him you were happy to do whatever he needed. What you hadn’t expected was to find him with two failed batches of maple bars already on the counter. He looked up sheepishly when you walked in and then looked down at the sad piles of doughnut dough.

“I, uh, tried to get started before you got here.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck, “It… went about as well as it normally does.”

You looked over the failed doughnuts and chuckled softly, “I can see. They do look better than last time though!”

“You don’t have to be nice about it, gingersnap.” Rus said, although his smile was more relaxed, “I know they’re still not edible.”

You smiled and walked over, starting to clear off space on the counter, “That’s okay, we’ll make the next batch together, okay?”

He nodded and let you take the lead in making the next batch of dough, listening intently as you explained every step and why things were done in a certain order. It took several hours and Rus’ attention strayed every so often and you’d have to gently bring him back to it. Overall the third batch came out better, much more donut shaped if nothing else. The two of you got a little messy when putting the glaze on, but sticky messes aside, there were twelve decently shaped maple donuts by the end of your little baking fiasco.

You smiled up at him and motioned for him to give you his hands, gently cleaning them off with a warm washrag. He hummed happily as you did, eyeing the plate of sweets.

“We get to eat them now, right?” He asked, the eagerness in his voice all too obvious to you. 

You laughed again, letting go of his hands, “Yes, now we get to eat them.”

Rus looked like a kid in the candy store, waiting for you to be ready to try one with him. Once you both had a donut in hand, then he took the first bite, making a happy noise as he enjoyed his sweet treat. You tried your own and made a small, surprised noise. It was better than you’d expected, although the maple was a tad sweeter than you might like. Your boyfriend, however, was entirely too pleased with it, as he bit into his third donut.

“Safe to say you like this batch?” You asked him, smiling as you watched the purple rush across his cheeks. 

He swallowed the bite he’d just taken and gave you a small, embarrassed smile, “Ah, yeah. These are really good. N-not quite as good as that place downtown, but still tasty.”

You just laughed softly, watching as he continued to inhale the donuts, like his life depended on it. He’d admitted to you some time after you started dating, that he kept trying to make the donuts because they were his favorite sweet and he wanted to be able to make them himself, instead of buying them. You’d told him that if he ever wanted help, you’d be there and you were glad you had offered back then. It was worth it to see him so happy.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Snuggling by the Hearth Red(BHC Underfell Sans) x Reader

Winter was properly here now, the chill winds your boyfriend let in as he came through your front door made it obvious. You’d never been so glad to have a well insulated house with good heating and even a fireplace. You ushered him inside and closed the door, shivering as the last of the cold blew past you. Red didn’t look like he was bothered at all, but from what you understand the temperature didn’t seem to bother any of the skeletons all that much.

“Ya okay, sweetheart?” He asked you, raising one of his brow bones in concern as he kicked his shoes off next to the door.

“Y-yeah, it’s just really cold out tonight.” You answered, smiling at him, “Why, you worried about me?”

So worth it to tease him as you watched the red spread across his cheekbones, crossing his arms and walking over to the couch. You giggled and followed behind him, stopping just for a moment to tend the logs in the fireplace before you turned to look at him. Red sat down on the couch, just a little of his blush lingered still and he refused to look at you. He’d get over it after a few minutes you knew, he wasn’t really upset, just flustered.

You shook your head and walked into the kitchen, grabbing two mugs as you got everything you needed to make hot chocolate.

“You want some hot chocolate, hun?” You called out and asked him, busying yourself with getting the water heated up on the stove top. You heard the faint noise of agreement he made and sighed, although all you felt for the numbskull was fondness. Another fifteen minutes and you were pouring the hot chocolate into the mugs before you added the marshmallows. With the drinks done now you walked back into the living room, setting the drinks down on the coffee table. Red had calmed down now, the flush gone from his face and he grinned up at you.

“Done being fussy with me now?” You asked him, lips turned up into a playful smile, “Or are you going to go back to pretending to ignore me?”

“Nah, can’t stay mad at you, sweetheart.” Red replied, “So you gonna come sit over here with me?”

You brought one hand up to your chin, making a face like you were considering your options. 

“I don’t know,” You said, looking over to the end of the couch where your cat had curled up, “Peaches hasn’t had many snuggles today so I might just have to sit with her instead.”

You turned back to see his reaction but he moved faster than you and you gasped as he pulled you down and into his lap. There was some readjusting between the two of you as you got comfortable in your new seat and you shot him a look.

“Really?” You asked him, although your smile betrayed your feelings, “I was just joking you know.”

He chuckled, “You don’t look that upset, sweetheart.”

“Hard to be mad when I’ve got the best seat in the house.” You giggled, leaning down until your face was just in front of his, “Besides I’m just happy you’re here tonight, hun. I’ve missed you.”

The red flush spread back across his cheekbones and he gently caressed one hand along your cheek, leaning forward until his teeth met your lips. You smiled into the kiss and let yourself melt against him. Here in the warmth and comfort of your house, in the arms of your boyfriend, everything was perfect.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Whispers in the Rain - Nox (BHC Swapfell Sans) x Reader

Neither of you had expected rain today, it hadn’t been in the forecast and it had been perfectly sunny when you’d left the house this morning. Unfortunately as soon as the two of you stepped outside of the cafe you’d gone to for lunch it had started to come down pretty quickly. It wasn’t a heavy rain but it didn’t seem like it was going to let up anytime soon so Nox had pulled you under one of the awnings nearby. You giggled as he grumbled under his breath about the weather being ridiculous and ‘why couldn’t it just wait to rain until later’. He shot you a look but you could see the fondness beneath the annoyed glare he was giving you.

You could see it in the softness of his smile, the way his eye lights skimmed over you and made sure nothing was too out of place and that you’re okay. You shivered, whether that was from the cold or his gaze you couldn’t tell. He frowned, moving so that he stood where he could block the rain and wind from hitting you too much. This put him right in front of you and you couldn’t help yourself, slipping your arms around him but under his coat. You sighed from how much warmer you already felt and he chuckled, arching a brow bone as he watched you.

“Something I can help you with, my dear?” He asked you, voice low enough that anyone walking by wouldn’t be able to hear him. You blushed, both from the closeness and the fact that he was most certainly teasing you now. 

“I don’t know.” You giggled, “I’m pretty warm now.”

You squeezed your arms around him lightly which earned you an indignant grumble, although the brightness of his eye lights and the soft violet blush across his cheekbones told you he wasn’t all that upset.

“Cheeky today aren’t you?” He mumbled, “Two can play at that game.”

You squeaked as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, the other tilting your face so that he could press his teeth to your lips in a soft kiss. The blush across your cheeks deepened and he chuckled softly before he pressed another small kiss against the tip of your nose.

“I know I was complaining about the rain,” He murmured, his eyes meeting yours, “But I think I’ve changed my mind.”

You shook your head, lips curled up into a soft smile, “I’ve always loved the rain. The soft little pitter patter of it against the windows is pretty soothing, plus I love any reason to stay home, get cozy and cuddle.”

“Sounds like you.” He replied and pressed a kiss to your cheek this time, “I will admit that the idea of curling up on the couch together sounds nice. Throw in a fresh cup of coffee and a book and you might just be able to convince me.”

You giggled, pressing your own kiss against his cheek this time, “I did pick up some new novels from the bookstore and you know I love when we get to read together.”

He laughed, a soft and unguarded sound that you could listen to forever, bringing his hand from cradling your head to caressing your cheek gently. You leaned into the touch and hummed softly as he pressed another kiss to your lips. 

“Guess we had better get home then,” He said, “I suppose in this instance, taking a shortcut would be alright.” 

You grinned, “You’re really excited about this idea aren’t you?”

The violet flush once again colored his cheekbones and he stumbled over his words for a moment before he cleared his throat.

“I am always excited about quality time with you, my dear.” He said, his grip around your waist tightening, “Hold on tightly now.”

Your arms squeezed around him firmly and in the blink of an eye you were home, the two of you standing in your living room. 

“Now I believe you said something about getting cozy and reading together.” He said, leaning in to press one final kiss to your lips and you giggled. 

Oh yes, you loved rainy days. Especially when you got to spend the day with your boyfriend, cuddled on the couch with your drinks of choice and a good book to read together. The two of you started to doze off on the couch together, snuggled together under a blanket and quietly giggling at one another as you slowly fell asleep. You could only hope for more days just like this in the future.

[jaxxwrites4you]

I love the way you write Rus and the nickname Gingersnap had me feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. What other nicknames do you see him using for his S/O? OwO

waaaaahhhh >.< i'm so glad to hear that you like the way I write him! I feel as though Rus tends towards nicknames probably based around sweets. So aside from gingersnap, I think he might use muffin or even sugar, but I think sweet pea is a possibility as well ^^

[jaxxwrites4you]

Do you have a list of which Undertale Characters/AUs you write headcanons/scenarios for?

Yeah! I would like to state that I write all of my AUs with my partner @justsamwich! So I'm happy to answer asks here and you can also ask them questions over on their blog as well! Just wanted to make sure everyone knows it's not all me ^^

I will also put the names for the skeletons next to their respective AUs ^^

Undertale (Sans and Papyrus)

UnderFell (Grunge and Baroque)

UnderSwap (Ginger and Clove)

WesternTale (Doc and Ranger)

WesternFell (Rusty and Diablo)

WesternSwap (Ace and Rodeo)

MafiaTale (Smoke and Mac)

MafiaFell (Whiskey and Saint)

MafiaSwap (Romeo and Lucky)

I'm most comfortable with the skeletons from each of these, alongside a majority of the main group (Alphys, Undyne, Toriel, Asgore, Mettaton.)

[jaxxwrites4you]

Mafiatale Sona - Jazz Watson

Art done by my good friend @kuroshiro101

Jazz is my sona for mine and @justsamwich 's mafiatale AU and I wanted to share him with you all~

Basic Info

Name: Jazz Watson

Age: 27

Soul Color/Trait: Yellow/Justice

Height: 5’ 5”

Weight: about 180 lbs (mostly muscle)

Occupation: Bodyguard/Hired Muscle

Personality

Jazz is relatively down to earth but has a passionate side hiding under his calm, cool collected shell. He is straightforward and tends to keep a professional distance from others, as he has been hurt and others have been hurt for being close to him before. He cares a great deal for those who have gotten past his outer walls and is intensely protective of them. Has a soft spot for kids and sweets. Often works himself into the ground or takes on burdens for others because he doesn’t want anyone else to struggle if he can help.

Personal History

Grew up in an orphanage, left at the age of 14 and began to do work for hire wherever he could find it.

He left with another teenager from the orphanage, Matilda (He always called her Tillie), who he viewed as his only family for a very long time.

Always been a bit of a trouble magnet, somehow managing to find himself in ridiculous scenarios

Always been a fighter, but tries not to fight unless the other person starts it. Will also step in to defend others when they are being harassed.

Started out in New York, traveled in Europe for a bit before he ended up being hired by Smoke and Mac for the Dreemur family as a bodyguard/muscle. Has worked for them since he was 20.

Shortly after being hired by the Dreemur family, Tillie was targeted in an attempt to get at him. She lived through the attack but can no longer walk on her own. She is now under constant protection by the family and handles all of their financials and books.

Had a double mastectomy while in Europe, suffered a minor infection but otherwise healed well. Cut hair and invested in an entirely new wardrobe, along with vocal training.

Currently not on any specific jobs, mostly just keeping an eye out for anything he might need to report back to the family. Has taken to visiting some of the local night clubs.

Fun Facts

While he claims to not have the dexterity for it, is actually half decent at sleight of hand tricks. Mostly learned them as a way to kill time.

He and Mac (Mafiatale Papayrus) once dated for a bit but ultimately decided they made better friends and coworkers than lovers.

Can sing, although is shy about singing in front of other people.

Enters underground fighting competitions from time to time, just for fun.

Enjoys a bit of play fighting and rough housing.

Enjoys baking, mostly makes small things like cookies, muffins, etc.

Feeds the stray animals in his neighborhood, they often follow him up and down the street that his house is on.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Current Fics I'm Actively Working On

So, since I'm doing updates, here's the fics I am focusing my efforts on right now!

First on the list is a long time project (I've been working on this longer than the other three fics on this list), my mass effect fanfic. It will be titled Twin Hearts and it follows my twin Shepards, Ambros and Rhodanthe. It will follow the story of the original mass effect trilogy, the planned pairings are going to be Ambros and Tali, Rhodanthe and Garrus, Joker and EDI (always, because I love them). It feels good to be working on this one again and I hope I can keep good momentum.

I am also going to renew efforts for a Lego Monkie Kid fic I've been wanting to work on, which is my fake dating with OCxMacaque. It's not anything too crazy, just very self indulgent and fun, with a little bit of drama sprinkled in. It's based off of a song I heard once and I really love the base idea, I just didn't end up being happy with the original draft I did.

The last two fics I'm going to focus on are both undertale fics. One is my Sans x Reader fic, Brave is the Heart That Loves, and the other is a Swapfell fic I've been stewing on for awhile.

I desperately want to finish out Brave is the Heart That Loves, it's one that I'm pretty proud of, even if I haven't gotten super far into the story yet. And I've really fallen in love with Swapfell (specifically the way @popatochisssp portrayed it), so I had an idea for a single parent reader swapfell fic. I still haven't decided if it will be just Sans x Reader or whatnot yet, but I'm really excited to get back to work on it.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Update Time!

Hey y'all, I wanted to pop in and give an update on what's going on. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff since January, between moving my partner in with me to continuing college to having some serious personal issues blow up.

Things are settling down (I hope) at this point in time and I want to put more effort in to trying to post more here. I want to keep posting my fics, oneshots and other story writing, of course. I'm also going to start sharing my thoughts and head canons for things, continuing to answer questions about characters (mostly that's undertale rn), dropping my oc info and even just ranting about story ideas and stuff.

It's been really amazing to see how many people leave likes on my writing or even reblog it. Writing has always been my biggest passion and I want to do as much with it as I can.

Thanks for being here, for reading my stories and for hanging out to see what else I get up to. It means a lot to me.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Out of all your Western boys, would you say any of them believe in love at first sight?

Ooooh. Well, this is an interesting question~ here's what me and @justsamwich have for you, dear anon

The western sanses don't outrightly believe in it...

Doc wants to, but knows he would actively seek it out and he likes to keep himself more grounded. In a way, he does believe in it, but is in denial, as he would be sad to not experience it himself.

Rusty believes love takes a lot of work and that's part of the joy in having a relationship. He believes in attraction at first sight, but he feels that you need to really know someone before you can say you love someone.

Ace feels similarly to how Rusty does, believeing you need to know a person and on top of that, he's never experienced it himself so there's also no proof of it.

As for the papyri...

Ranger believes in it, but not for himself. He thinks it can happen to other people, but he's too focused on his own work to really want something like that for himself.

Diablo believes in it once it has happened to him and before that point, he thinks the idea of it is very sweet. He's never going to admit to it, but once it happens to him, well how could he not believe in it?

Rodeo doesn't believe in it, once again as he believes you need to put work into a relationship. He's not the kind of guy who falls in love easily and he wouldn't trust someone saying they could.

[jaxxwrites4you]

you're... giving the host girl an actual name but calling XiaoJiao. "mei"?

So, I'm going to preface this answer with the fact that I'm an english speaker and watched the show in english originally, so i'm most familiar with that version.

I gave the host girl a name because as far as I could find, there was no given name for her in the show and while the fandom given name for her is fine, I found the name a little on the nose and wanted to come up with something for her myself. I picked a chinese name for her, because the show is originally from China and about the mythological stories therein. I felt it would be kind of disrespectful to just slap an english name on her, especially when the fandom given name is also chinese.

That's the only reason why there's a difference in the name choices between those two characters.

[jaxxwrites4you]

Doc (Westerntale Sans) x Reader

Little fic of reader and my take on westerntale Sans! Enjoy!!

When you’d taken up the job as receptionist for Doc’s clinic you hadn’t expected much, at least, not anything outside the usual things that came with that kind of job. Over the last year, you had learned more about monster physiology than any of the other humans, with the added bonus of getting to see magic working in front of your eyes. On top of that, it turns out you have a very good bedside manner, many of the patients telling you how nice it always was when you came to check on them. Even Doc had admitted he was glad to have hired you, that you helped make it a little easier for him to focus on his job without worrying about all the paperwork and other things.

You remembered the way he had smiled at you when he said that and you felt your heart do a little somersault in your chest. Of all the things you expected, this was the one thing you couldn’t have ever imagined. 

You had started to fall for your… well, it was hard to say what he was to you, exactly. Doc was your boss and coworker, the two of you always working smoothly together. He had become one of your dearest friends since you’d moved into town. You knew if you showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night he’d let you in and take care of you, no questions asked. He was a well known pillar of the community, who always made sure to give his patients the best care possible.

The more you thought about it, the more you had realized that while these all described who he was, they didn’t truly encompass what he was to you. He was the one you went to when you needed a safe place to sort yourself out. Doc never judged you, always talking you through your worries and anxieties. Every morning when he greeted you at the clinic, the smell of cloves and sandalwood that followed him everywhere immediately calmed you. The shared drinks at the bar and jokes that had you laughing like a mad person.

He was safe.

He was home.

Doc was everything you’d imagined in a partner and you hadn’t realized it until now. The thought made you both delighted and also very nervous, because you weren’t sure he felt the same way. The idea of talking to him about it made your stomach turn and your hands shake, even though you knew he’d be kind, whether he felt the same or not.

You weren’t sure you could handle the possible rejection. Not from him. But you knew you couldn’t keep going on without saying anything to him either, which meant you’d have to face that anxiety head on. And that led to where you were now, laughing at one of Doc’s terrible jokes as the two of you sat at the bar in the saloon. You had to fan yourself with your hand as you calmed yourself, face warm from the alcohol and laughing too hard.

“Maybe we should simmer down.” Doc chuckled as Grillby brought out the dinners you had ordered, “Wouldn’t want you to pull something and have to go back to work.”

Your giggles kicked up again for a moment, but you managed to calm yourself and talk a long drink from your glass. You turned back to him and grinned as you leaned closer, the words coming out of you before you could realize what you were saying, “And here I was, thinking I could get some quality one on one time with you.”

The pinpricks of light in his sockets go wide and you’re suddenly way more interested in your dinner plate than looking at him. Why on earth had you said that out loud!?!? There’s several moments of awkward silence as both of you process the moment and finally you let out a small sigh, looking back up to him. 

“I’m so sorry, Doc. That was… out of line.” You said softly, “You’re my boss before anything else and that was not appropriate for me to say to you.”

He looked like he might say something, but after a few seconds of silence, you assumed that you were mistaken in that assumption. You look back at your plate of food and suddenly find you’ve got no appetite. Instead, you place more than enough money to cover your bill, offering Grillby a small smile as you stand from your seat. He only gives you a nod back and you hope that he’s not offended by your sudden change in demeanor.

You can’t get yourself to look at Doc as you walk away, wrapping your arms around yourself as you leave the saloon. And he sits there, silently berating himself for not being able to speak up and say what he wants to. The skeleton had been caught off guard by your bold and clearly flirtatious statement, but not in a bad way.

You never made him feel bad though.

Doc sighed and turned back to the bar, taking a deep drink from his glass and frowning as Grillby came over, flames crackling in curiosity.

“I’m a real numbskull, old friend.” He sighed, shaking his head after a moment, “I’m not good with my feelings and less so when it matters most.”

The fire monster chuckled, his flames crackling softly, ‘I thought the two of you were together, the way you behave sometimes.’

Doc’s cheeks flushed blue and he narrowed his eye sockets at his friend, “Stars, I wish, but no. I’m a coward who’s happy enough just to keep them close.”

He downed the rest of his drink and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt, sliding the glass back to the bartender.

“Otherwise, I’d have followed them out of here and tried to explain myself.”

Grillby made a motion that he could only interpret as the elemental’s version of an eye roll and before he could retort, the other monster put a hand up. Doc grumbled, but motioned for him to say whatever it was he was going to say.

‘You still could go after them.’ He said, flames crackling with amusement, ‘The only person keeping you here, is you, Doc.’

“Thank you for that very insightful and obvious observation.” The skeleton snarked, sighing and putting his head in his hands, “They could do better than me, Grillby. I couldn’t cut it as the Judge and I barely managed to raise my brother, I’d be a shit partner to have.”

The elemental’s flames crackled sharply this time and this was something Doc was familiar with, because he’d seen Grillby irritated plenty of times. Many of those were his own fault, even.

‘You’re an idiot, is what you are. Ranger thinks the world of you and every other monster does as well. You might not have been able to be the Judge, but you’re a damn good doctor.’ His flames flared up a bit and then the crackling slowed down, ‘You’re a good man and after everything you’ve done for everyone else, you deserve a little happiness yourself.’

Doc looked up and it took everything in him not to cry at the bar. He knew he wasn’t good at viewing himself well and despite his brother and their friend’s attempts to help him, he still struggled.

But what Grillby said, reminded him of what they always told him. That he had done as much good as he possibly could and that he deserved to let himself be happy with that. This issue wasn’t resolved, but it was the push he needed at this moment.

“I… shit, okay.” He mumbled for a moment, looking to the doors of the saloon, “Do you… do you think I can still catch them?”

Grillby laughed, ‘Can’t hurt to try.’

Doc sighed and then chuckled a bit, although it wasn’t quite as genuine as normal, “Yeah, I suppose it can’t. Right, I’ll um… you can put this on my tab?”

The elemental gave him a disapproving look, but nodded all the same and then motioned for him to get going. The skeleton gave his old friend a nod back and then made his way out of the saloon, looking around to see if you’d made it very far. He couldn’t see you, but he knew which direction your house was in and what luck, he knew a shortcut.

****

You sighed softly and looked up at the stars, wondering how you’d ended up here. Of course, you knew how, you shouldn’t have opted for an alcoholic drink. Except that wasn’t the real problem, no, the real issue was that you had become too comfortable around Doc. It made it easier to subconsciously let your guard down, to be more open with him.

And now you were mortified, because you’d quite blatantly flirted with him.

Stars, it was going to be awkward when you went to the clinic tomorrow.

“I am a bonafide idiot.” You muttered to yourself, jumping when you heard a low chuckle from behind you. Your heart raced as you slowly turned around, eyes wide when you realized who had snuck up on you.

Of course.

“The only bone-afide idiot here is me, darlin.” He chuckled, shooting you his trademark cheeky grin, “It was a real knucklehead move of me to leave you wondering back there.”

Your cheeks flushed at the pet name and your mind was going a million miles a minute as he spoke and you shook your head, offering him a small, but timid smile.

“No, I… I know I must have surprised you with that.” You said softly, still not quite looking him in the eyes, “I’m really sorry, Doc. For putting you on the spot.”

He paused for a moment before he walked closer, reaching out to gently lift your chin and get you to look at him. Doc smiled sweetly, but he didn’t pull his hand back just yet.

“Did you mean it?” He asked, light blue dusting his cheek bones, “Do you want the one on one time with me?”

You opened your mouth and then closed it, taking a moment to breathe to calm yourself. Slowly, you let out a breath and then nodded, “Yeah, I… I meant that.”

A pause.

“A-and I meant it in the way that… Well, I care about you, Doc. A lot.” You laughed nervously and looked past him, because you couldn’t handle looking right at him right now. “Way more than I ever thought I could.”

His hand gently tugs on your chin and he chuckles softly as he once again gets you to look at him. Normally, you’d have absolutely told a man off for manhandling you, but he was so careful. He wasn’t holding you tight enough that you couldn’t get away if you wanted to.

But you were happy to stay right here with him.

“What a coincidence.” Doc said softly, stepping even closer to you, “I… I care about you too, darlin. Way more than I think I should be allowed to.”

Your eyebrows raise at that and he chuckles a little sadly, shaking his head, “That’s not a conversation for tonight. For now, I think maybe we should just talk about what this means. For us.”

You paused.

For us.

Stars above, was he saying…

“Like… if we want to do something about our feelings?” You asked carefully, still not wanting to get your hopes up.

The blue on his cheeks deepend and he nodded, “I’d like the chance to woo you properly, if you’re still interested.”

You couldn’t help it, but the laughter bubbled up and spilled out of you without warning. Oh, he was so cute, phrasing it like that. Doc frowned and you brought a hand up to his cheek, “I’m not laughing at you, I promise. It’s just… I’m relieved that you feel the same way.”

Slowly, his smile came back and he placed his hand over yours, “I see. Guess we’re both a couple of chuckle-heads, huh?”

You giggled again and nodded, “I suppose we are.”

The two of you stood there a moment, before he broke the silence.

“Well then, as befitting a gentleman such as myself, I cordially ask that you allow me to court you.” Doc said, pulling your hand away from his face so that he could press his teeth to the back of it. “Would you allow me the honor of proving myself a capable man and monster? That I can care for, and cherish you, as you deserve to be?”

Suddenly, your feeling as warm as you did back in the bar, cheeks flushed a deep red. Stars, one second he was cute and the next he was so charming and well worded that he left you speechless.

This skeleton would be the death of you.

“I… Yes, I would very much like for you to do so.” You replied softly, “But I already know what kind of man you are, Doc. I know I’m in good hands.”

He laughed softly and pulled you close, pressing his forehead to yours, “Yes, well, no pressure.”

You laughed as well and in that moment, under the stars and in the middle of the empty road, you were happier than you had been in some time. You only hoped that you could help bring that happiness to Doc as well. He deserved it.