#skelepede

[aka-indulgence]

Home Invasion (Centipede!Sans)

So, I’ve missed writing about centipede!sans, he needs some love… so he’s here to pursue it himself by coming straight to you >:) huehuehue

TW: Bugs, beginning includes a nightmare where reader is covered in bugs (the first italics section), and centipede!sans being creepy and grabby with you

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Legs, crawling all over you.

You couldn’t move.

A myriad of insects were wandering over your body, tickling you with their antennae.

There were too many of them. The sound was deafening. You could feel one start to crawl over your neck. You’re going to be buried in the mountain of them.

Your eyes widen as they approach your face. Your chest tightens, your mouth opens-

“NooooOOOOO!”

You sit up, gasping for air, sweat soaking your pajamas, heart beating a mile a minute. You swallow your spit, eyes darting everywhere, looking for those phantom bugs. You’re in your bed, and it’s still dark out. You let yourself smile in relief, laughing nervously. It was just a nightmare.

You throw the blanket to the side and lay back down, the sweat evaporating along with the fear on your forehead.

Just a horrible nightmare. You tell yourself, shivering. I hated that.

You sighed, and closed your eyes. Just go back to sleep now, (Y/n).

… You think you were in the middle of drifting off, when you heard the distinct sound of scuttling.

You blinked your eyes open, scanning the room, though it sounded like it came from outside. You were confused- maybe you were having a half dream and the nightmare was just going to continue? That was a terrible thought, but you had a creeping feeling that it might’ve been real.

Just to be safe, you kept your eyes open and quietened your breathing as you listened.

…

…

…

There it was again. The scuttling. And it sounded like it was shuffling over the floor, before it went quiet again.

You could feel a weight settling in your stomach. It sounded like it was out in the living room.

You stood up from the bed and tip-toed over to your door. You turn the key slowly so it wouldn’t click too loudly and… open the door.

Of course there’s not a lot of windows in the living room. The door is only open a crack, and you could barely make out your kitchen and table. You hold your breath, expecting something to move in the dark, but… nothing.

You don’t think you’ll be able to sleep once you find out what it is- maybe a cat broke in somehow or something? So, taking a deep breath, you turn on the torch of your phone and step into the living room.

Everything looks way more horrifying in the darkness. Why? The lighting from your phone is certainly giving your room a haunted house feel to it, which was doing wonders for your nerves. everything you shone your light on looked too bright and shiny while everything else looked too dark and shadowy. At least… so far the kitchen was alright. One knocked over can of tuna isn’t something to lose sleep over.

You find your way to the lightswitch and flick it on. Maybe it’s because it’s night and you’ve still got nerves from the nightmare, but it looked like a shadow moved- however there was nothing there when you looked. Instead, you find what looked like a dust explosion, trailing from a corner of the room, and you pause when you see where it comes from.

You feel dread forming in your stomach as you approach your cracked floor boards, snapped in half and splinters around a hole where a floorboard was popped off completely. There were suspicious scratches on the floor that… don’t look entirely unfamiliar. You’ve been finding random scratches on the walls and floor recently, and you just chalked it up as accidents you hadn’t noticed. Now though… there was a lot of them congregated around the hole and, hesitantly, you took a peek down.

And your blood. Ran. Cold.

Down under your floorboards- where you didn’t expect to have so much empty space in the first place- was a piece of centipede molt.

But it wasn’t really a ‘piece’ of centipede molt, was it?

No. It was a boulder-sized centipede molt. White, and crumpled, and- you don’t even know how long it’s been sitting there, but there was dirt and a bit of dust on it so it must’ve been sitting there for a while. And that was just its molt, how big was the beast that left it there?

Shit.

Monsters from the wild almost never break into homes- they could be aggressive and terrifying but most were ‘shy’ of humans. But then again, news of monster and human scuffles weren’t unheard of.

I need to call monster services. You thought.

You thought hear a scuttle from behind you, but no giant centipede to be seen.

I need to call them RIGHT NOW.

How long has it been down there? Is it there right now? Please be under the floorboards.

As you sprint your way back towards the bedroom, you thought of the nights before. This wasn’t the first time you heard sounds in your house. They started about a week or more ago, and yeah, sounds in the dark weren’t comforting, they hadn’t seemed substantial enough to be anything. You’re not the girl that needed to sprint to get to her parents room when she heard a scary sound anymore. You chose to ignore it and went to sleep.

But now, with the molt… you remembered a lot of the sounds did resemble scuttling. You thought it was something creaking. Something flying into the windows.

… Or maybe it had been  exploring under your floorboards for god knows how long…

Oh fuck, you thought. Please go back down there.

You slip into your room…

And freeze.

There was no point in you trying to sneak back into your room, because as you stand there uselessly, a mountain of carapace, legs and bones was circling your bed, making his mark on the sheets, clicking his mandibles as he rose into the moonlight.

You inhaled so sharply it felt like you swallowed a thorn. You could feel your legs tense when the monster turned to look at you, and you rushed back out the door-

“Ack!!”

You fall to the floor and your phone tumbles out of your hand. You could feel something sharp wrapped around your ankle, just shy of impaling your skin. Your nails drag over the floor as you’re pulled into the room effortlessly. You scream and yelp as a storm of carapace and legs flood your vision. You feel the clawed ends grip and drag over your skin all over where you were exposed, leaving little welts all over your body. You gain your sight again when you’re lifted right into the middle of his twisting, endless body; his coils shifting and scuttling around as you’re settled into him.

He wasn’t squeezing- not too hard, at least. But you could feel your chest tighten and you struggled to breathe- you were panting and groaning like you couldn’t catch your breath.

You tried to wriggle but that only made him tighten around you more- you couldn’t move. His long centipede body had you circled up to your shoulders, the only part you could move was just your head. You could feel more of those centipede legs shift and move all the way down, tickling your feet and making goosebumps form all over you. When you look around you couldn’t even… see where he ended. His entire body had completely filled your room, spilling over the bed and stacking against the walls.

Your heart was beating in your ears as you looked up at the monster watching from above. He wasn’t entirely centipede, it appears: his upper half was skeletal from the waist up, and even then he was still bigger than you were. He had thick bones, resembling muscle, and his hands were clawed. Despite that, that wasn’t what struck the most fear into your heart- it was seeing his face.

His skeletal face was fearsome, large mandibles on the side of a wide smile full of razor sharp teeth accompanied by two abyss-dark eyesockets. One single glowing orb sat in his left socket, glowing with the intensity of a red star. Up from that socket was a skull fracture that left a hole in his head- just looking at it made you hurt to think about. He must’ve been through a lot of fearsome battles. In addition to his skull crack, one tooth was missing from his arsenal, and when you look everywhere on him there were minute scratches, indents, and cracks on his bone.

You see the end of his mighty body shift to the side, leaning against the door, shutting it close. Your phone lay uselessly on the floor, the screen turning off just as a leg crawls over it.

You feel a hot breath brush your face.

You turn your gaze back to your captor and feel your heart jump at how close he’s gotten. In the time it took for your frantic brain to take in the monster who has your life in his grasps, he’s leant in- possibly doing the same to you. Sweat beads on your forehead as he turns and leans around you, staying silent the whole time. His wide smile was eerie. It felt like he was a predator playing with his food with his sockets crinkling like that, and his legs digging into your flesh like it was aching to rip you apart.

You lean as far as you could as he approached. Goosebumps formed over your neck when he pushes his face into it. … You could feel him taking a deep sniff, followed by a deep, rumbly purr. You let out a surprised yelp when you feel claws trace over your scalp, leaving tingles where they went. The monster pulled back a little and turned to look at your hair, caught in his fingers, letting it slip between. His red orb dilated and refocused like a camera lens, picking the locks apart, looking at every individual hair strand like it was a mystery to him.

You couldn’t help but cough. His presence was overwhelming already. Everywhere you looked was his sprawling, crawling centipede body. The sound of his multitudinous legs filled the air with clicks, so much so that you couldn’t hear your own racing thoughts. Carapace rubbing and gripping onto you was distracting. And now, this close to his bony body, he smelled like iron, and musk, the air thick with his magic.

It sounded almost like he was laughing, and you noticed he was looking at you this time. Perhaps… sadistically enjoying how you couldn’t escape him, that his mere presence was crushing you (or perhaps it was his body tightening around you again.) He leant back.

It was odd. He tilts his head to the side and starts clicking his mandibles at you. You aren’t sure why, but the way he clicked them at you didn’t seem aggressive. You flinch as he twists around you, a couple of legs menacingly tapping over your clavicle, nearing your neck.

The imagery of being impaled by one of them enters your mind. You shudder.

It looked like he was waiting. Like… he was expecting you to say something.

“U-uhm,” You stutter. You inadvertently whimper as his claws trace down from your ear down to your jaw, tickling under your chin in a distinctly gentle… almost wanting way.

“H… hello?”

He clicks again in response, flexing his legs. You could feel your eyes getting heavy as you withheld frightened tears while he brushes your hair with his other hand.

“W-w… what do you want?” You squeak, a giant thumb brushing your cheek. “Do you…” gulp, “do you want to eat me..?”

He twitched, eyesockets widening, all movement halting. Was he… did he understand what you were saying?

All of a sudden, his great ribcage started to shudder, the quaking spreading to the rest of his long body.

“m… mheheheh…”

You grit your teeth as you’re shaken with his mighty, convulsing body, staring up helplessly at the monster. Was… was he… laughing…?

His sockets were crinkled, and he had one fist to his teeth, like he was trying to get ahold of himself. He shook his head, then extended a claw at you.

“... like…” He growled, the power of his voice rumbling in your chest. “like you…”

“L-like…? What do you-?”

You squealed as the entirety of his body starts moving again and those ticklish, frightening legs started crawling around you as the skeleton circles around you more tightly, nuzzling your face and trilling. He pauses on your left side and you freeze as his fingers crawl over from the back of your head to grip your right cheek. It felt like he was looking into your soul, his face mere inches from you. You freeze, breath hitched as a long, red, glowing tongue trails from your jaw up to your cheek.

He licked you. You could smell his breath- that blood scent, of prey having fallen to the beast’s teeth.

You couldn’t stop the frightened mewls as he fusses your face, sniffing you and shifting your body here and there, until you end up with your back against his ribcage and your head under his skull. His hands seal around your chest and stomach, and though in his turning and twisting you ended up moving out of his encircling coils, his lower half had its legs clamped around your legs, keeping you squished. against him.

You stiffened as he convulsed and squirmed, settling over the bed, having you placed on top of the rest of his carapace. Claws started tangling in your hair, as he seemed to obsess with it, feeling how silky it feels against his phalanges.

You quieted your breaths, rapid and shallow like a mouse, freezing when the monster purrs, rumbling against you. You huffed, pressing your lips together.

So. It looks like he isn’t going to eat you. But as the monster relaxes, a hand slipping under your shirt, mindlessly caressing it like… like a lover would, you think you have a very different problem at hand.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, the steam of air brushing your face, and you shake your head.

I guess I won’t be sleeping tonight…

[zenubi-scribbles]

@aka-indulgence

On Jan. 2nd, she made a random post asking for skelepede cuddles. I made this on the same night, but it’s very rough and inaccurate to centipede anatomy, so didn’t want to post it publicly. Sadly, I deleted the original art file, so I can’t easily fix it up. Some artists friends still wanted me to post it, so I finally caved. Anytime you crave Centipede!Sans, just msg me! It may not be a timely manner like this one, but I would do it.

[preventthetoast]

Michael’s Halloween is so good this year!!! Pictured: eyeball spider, skelepede, toad, and a giant bat!!! (Upon closer examination it looks to maybe have been cast from a 3D print???) not pictured: toad with butterfly wings, more hyper realistic bats, cool bone candles, and a frog with a plaque saying “just a witch and her grumpy toad” (would have gotten but it cost almost as much as my haul combined)

[leef-entropy]

Pharmacy Fakemon Day 1: Skelepede, Condensada, and Kekulegg. The obligatory 3 stage bug type!

Based on a stick insect, as well as different structural formulas!

[cosmicdevilart]

Skelepede

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

i also dont know if the trains and cars are powered by lightning or like weird skelepedes.... i know skelepede is the obvious answer but i like the rail infrastructure and i also want to have flying motorcycles that ride on lightning bolts

[aka-indulgence]

There’s so many AUs I miss…….. and fics…… of mine……… so hard to keep ideas as one-off things bc you jus wanna make a whole plot and everything rargharghg!!!!!

[aka-indulgence]

📓?

Um………….

A reverse harem with a Skider, a Snake, and a Skelepede Sans(es)…………

It’s reverse harem jealousy and possessiveness x11 and everyone is territorial and instinct-driven and living with their natural enemies, while their perfect mate is in the middle of all of them trying to court you. So not only are they enemies, they’re also competitors, so the likelihood of violence happening is also increased fjehgkrhf

Skider lives in the attic and webs it up, likes to stalk and manipulate the most. He likes to creep up on you and Yoink you up to the attic. Also puts up silk strings to know where you are. Whispery and generally creepy (in the way a spider is creepy, not creepy like “please don’t touch me” djhfd)

Snake loves flustering you. He’s trying to curb his instincts the most- he absolutely wants to throw hands for you and squeeze you, but you need someone Somewhat calm in the midst of monsters. Tries to coax you to relax more and is more subtly sinister in making you rest in his coils and fall asleep, then silently boasts to the other monsters that you’re sleeping in him.

Skelepede is the most volatile and unpredictable of the three and hangs out in the basement. He isn’t quiet like Skider- he likes to make his presence known, prides himself in being able to steal you from either of them. When he ‘lunges’ he’s in and out like flash, one sec you’re on the couch, the next a train of centipede rushes towards you and then you’re gone. Temperamental.

Issue is idk why they’re in a house lol

[aka-indulgence]

Skelepede... cuddles....

[aka-indulgence]

Does centipede sans have ticklish spots 👀

*naturally* his kind doesn't have the 'play behaviour' and any vulnerable spot is a weakness, and he'd learnt to protect those well and react aggressively to anything that touches it.

..... But then with you.... perhaps at first he'd react a bit irritated when you tickle him because to him this is what's the human doing. is this an attack? no... she doesn't seem to be trying to hurt me.... but this feels weird... what is this??? why do i want to laugh???

and although he'd have an unpleasant first experience including violent bouts of laughter followed by "????", when you tell him it's just for play, he'd be much more relaxed and laugh the next time you do it ;w;

It'd also be a big sign of trust for him, to let you touch those areas.

(also his ticklish spots would be the regular one under his ribcage/spine, and also a bit of where his legs would meet his body section, though he'd be more weirded out than tickled in those areas)

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Skelepede + nesting?

(Have a nice day/night/time!)

Ohhhh thank you for this gift

Sans hadn’t stopped fussing about his cave, ever since he made you his permanent resident.

His home was already surprisingly comfortable, being a cave, with all the pelts and stolen blankets lining the floor.

But now... he had a mate to take care of.

You were sitting in the middle of the pile, wrapped in a blanket like a baby, watching him crawl around his cave, the sounds of his legs echoing throughout.

You always looked so cute. Especially while you’re looking at him like that, unsure of what you’re supposed to do. Every time you tried to move out of the pile he’d always have to move in and plop you back at your proper spot… in the middle of his nest.

The seasons were changing and it was starting to get cold. The winds would seep in through the cracks, and Sans had watched for a couple of nights where you’d shiver a little, and he’d wrap his body around you more tightly.

He’s stuffed some openings, covering the entrance with a blanket.

When he’s done he makes his way towards you, picking you up into his arms, making loops in the nest with his body before setting you back down in the middle.

You were quiet. It was late after all, and even all wrapped up from head to toe with blankets, Sans couldn’t help but think that you were still cold.

He pulled you in closer and nuzzled your face, purring up a storm.

You snuggled closer to him. With all the changes Sans made to his home and how encompassing he was, it wouldn’t take long for you to get comfortable and toasty in his embrace.

[aka-indulgence]

For some reason I just wanna mess with centi-sans' lil legs like.. please lemme play around with them all

"oh.... you want to play with my legs?"

His legs would crawl in waves, inviting you...

"you're more than welcome to come closer." while he lays on his side and wiggles his legs at you

(That either means he wants to steal you away, or more the fact that he enjoys getting his ego stroked by you admiring his body, including you being fascinated by it -uo)

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A drum you say? Oh no, he is no drum. He is a xylobone!

I believe any Sans could provide you with that XD but either way

You: *hitting his carapace with a stick*

Skelepede Sans: .......... what are you doing

You: trying to see if I can use you like an instrument

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Ok I lied o have a better idea (╥﹏╥)

Centipede sans + insomnia

aw man I needed this prompt

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You stare out at the cave, your eyes having adjusted to the darkness, though it all looked as if you were looking through a screen of static.

You're pretty sure you messed up your sleeping schedule somehow from all the nightly outings you've been having, and now you really feel like a fool. Your muscles were sore from exhaustion, your eyes slightly dry...

Yet here you were, something in you keeping you awake, despite how much you just want to rest.

You can feel the rise and fall of the ribcage on your back, your skelepede beau seeming to be fast asleep. One of his thick arms was laid over your side, holding onto you gently yet firmly. It felt so secure, knowing nothing in the canyons could hurt you while you were with him.

You loved his gentle affection of course, but... now you have the dilemma of wanting to sit up and pace around the cave, but not wanting to wake up the sleeping monster. He deserved his rest.

A weak, tired sound came out your throat, rubbing your face. Funny how something as simple as "not turning your brain off for a bit" can make you feel so miserable.

You startle a little when you bring your hands away from your face, a faint red light now washing over you, some of it reflecting off legs and carapace.

"little morsel...?"

You sighed, feeling a bit guilty. "S... sorry Sans. I didn't mean to wake you."

A soft chuckle was your reply, and you don't deny how nice it feels when his phalanges brush your cheeks and gently scritches your head.

"don't be. i get to spend more time with you."

A grateful smile blooms on your cheeks and you lean a bit more into his hand.

"what's the matter, snack? having trouble sleeping?"

He takes his arm away when you push to sit up, following you and letting you lean against him again.

"Yeah..." you yawn a bit, watching his centipede body scuttle as they adjust to his movements, a part of him crawling closer to you. "I'm tired, but... I dunno."

You open your eyes a bit more when Sans picks you up by your arms, a section of his body moving under you, and puts you on top of it. Even though his body is almost entirely made out of toughness, the way he positioned his body, curling under you, made it feel like you were sitting on a cushioned seat.

Pleasant goosebumps pricked your neck when he started playing with your hair, brushing it and parting the strands.

"we can do something together, if you'd like. we can talk, i can tell you stories... or- oh, you said you brought marbles with you, right? we could play with those too."

You smile, relaxing into his lengthy body and his gentle hands. You can't believe the monster this was the same monster- the monster that had threatened to eat you when you first met him- now so affectionate and soft, willing to learn the human games you brought with you.

You hummed a bit, feeling the tips of his claws. Though potential weapons, they only grazed your scalp, the monster keenly aware of how fragile you were compared to him.

"Mmm.... I think being here will make it easier for me to sleep." you closed your eyes.

Sans chuckled, pressing his teeth to the top of your forehead, warm and sweet. "then we can stay here."

One hand reached down so he could hold yours.

"just relax and let me take care of you."

[aka-indulgence]

Centipede Sans = drum

For the best drum solos

dhjaskdshk I think you'd have to hit him pretty hard to make an effective drum, and I don't know if he'd appreciate it XD

Might be good for a quiet bongo, just slap his carapace while he's leaning back and sleeping >u<