#skelltales

[undertaleandyou]

Hello hello! Welcome to the headcanons community! I wanted to know some cute Fellswap Bros headcanons with their new toddler?

You got it! This sounds adorable!! (Also, I adore your blog so much! I love your writing. ;0; )

Fellswap

Black: - At first, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to be a dad. - Now? He adores his kid. Doesn’t let them get into too much trouble and doesn’t spoil them rotten, but nonetheless loves them to pieces. - If his kiddo is interested in something he’s not familiar with, he’ll do his research and support their interest, even if it’s something he might not 100% agree with. - Manners are a priority. No child of his is gonna run around being disrespectful. - Has nodded off when telling his kiddo bedtime stories. (Yes, his S/O took pictures) - He was initially pretty strict with his kiddo, but eventually softens up and isn’t as strict as before, through some persuasion from his S/O. - He doesn’t spoil them often, unless it’s for celebrations. (His S/O spoils them probably) - He’s terrible when his toddler throws temper tantrums. It ends up being a screaming match between the two of them. His S/O puts them both in timeout. He’ll come back to his kid and calmly explain and apologize.  - He sometimes worries that he’s not a good dad, but his kid will just hug him out of the blue or give him something that they made, and he feels so thankful for having a child like them. He loves them so much. - Tries to play with his kid, but both of them agree that Legos are the best thing ever. They both love to build all sorts of things out of them.

Rus:  - Initially the more paranoid parent. He just wants his child to be happy, healthy and safe.  - Carries them everywhere in public, unless they want down. - Nap time on the big bed? Nap times on the big bed. - Can and will embarrass his kiddo at every opportunity.  - Has taken a dozen pictures already. It’s noon. - Most likely cried when sending his kid to preschool. He’s so proud but also worried about him. - Some basic manners will be enforced, but he hates playing the “bad cop” role. He’ll do it if he has to, but he feels sooo bad. - Loves reading to his kid and has fun playing with them. - Totally supportive of his kid, even if he doesn’t understand what they’re interested in.  - Mindlessly watches their kid’s favorite TV program. Teletubbies is the strangest show to him. He’ll still watch it because, hell, his kid likes it and it’s harmless. - Tries to watch his language around the kiddo. Emphasis on the tries.The second his kid says a curse word the first time (luckily not a serious one) Rus begs them not to say that in front of his S/O.  - Loves carrying his kiddo on his shoulders. - On cold days, he carries his child in his coat to keep them warm.  - Overall, it’s no secret that he loves his kid. He feels so blessed to have them and his S/O. Like, he just feels like the luckiest skeleton in the world.

[parttimeslave]

Red, I've never asked you for anything in my life but please free me from this piece of trash. He won't die.

* if yer actually givin’ me permission ta kill him, i will tap dance right fuckin’ now. but ya gotta give it ta me in writing, signed contract n’ everything, so ya don’t get pissed off at me later.

[robobbin]

@skelltales NO WORRIES BOO ONE (BROKEN) WEDDING STICK FOR YOU

[drabbletale]

HC: People think it's Puppy that protects Berry, but nah, its Berry that protects Puppy

Precious Tol boi needs lots of love and protection!! Honestly, I love the idea of Puppy just desperately wanting out and hating his world and Berry is just like this bright light in the distance he thinks is unobtainable because his world is sick and he is sick because he comes from it.... Until Berry shows he loves him back and keeps the danger at bay so that Slim can start to heal and just......

There can be so much good in PuppyBerry, I love it!

[quess-art]

3rd Place Winner - @skelltales

Request: Russ in god of death costume

(+ a custom Blaster bonus ;))

[raccoonsinqueen]

My Little Princess

♚ MobFell Papyrus X Reader, it’s gonna be straight up textbook Yandere with a little Tsundere if you’re picking up what I’m throwing out that window.

♚ You befriend a tall, edgy, rich skeleton. Everything is great... Until he starts getting pushy. Now bad things are happening to you, and you don’t know why. Why is this happening? Will trusting him make it better? 

♚ So I was reading some headcanons from @skelltales and there was THIS GEM. I loved it so much, I had to write it out.

♚ It’s prolly only gonna be 2 parts.

♚ Just like how Mobtale!Papyrus is more mature than Papyrus, Mobfell!Papyrus is more mature than Underfell!Papyrus.

You thought Papyrus was nice. You had thought he was nice.

The first time you met him, you were almost petrified. He was tall, unworldly tall, but you came to learn that alot of monsters were like that when you moved to this city. His features were sharp, his teeth in a constant state of scowling, and his eyelights completely diminished. He was dressed nicely, very nicely, and all black. You had imagined that he must’ve been some kind of suave businessman or lawyer.

You were wrong.

If you remembered correctly, the first time you met him he was looking for something, his gloves you think. That was the only time you had ever seen him without his gloves, and they seemed to hold great sentimental value to him. When you had asked to help, he ignored you completely, not even noticing your presence. Out of sheer defiance, you went searching with him, and you remember his eyesockets glancing toward you briefly, but nothing more after that. Finally, you found them underneath a table, out of sight for the tall skeleton, and you presented them to him with the brightest smile.

“Tada!” You presented the lovely red gloves to this ginormous skeleton. Surprisingly, they were the only splash of color added to his void, black outfit. “Were these what you were looking for?

“... MY...” He took them, the look of shock he adorned only feeding your pride. “... GLOVES.”

“They’re very lovely.” You smiled as he tugged them on, as if checking to see if they fit.

“YES, THEY ARE.” He replied, his voice filled with a strange wonderment, before he turned back to you. “I SUPPOSE I SHOULD...”

You leaned closer, a smug smile on your face, “Yes?”

“...TCH, NEVERMIND.” He turned around.

“What?” You complained, rushing in front of him. “No! Don’t tell me I worked so hard not even to get a thank you!”

“YOU’LL GET A THANK YOU WHEN YOU DESERVE ONE, LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.” He brushed passed you, but you weren’t willing to let him go so quickly.

You rushed back in front of him, your hands behind your back. “First, I’m an adult, so ‘little human girl’ isn’t going to work. Second-”

Before you could finish, you saw him demonstrate the difference between your height and his height with his gloved hands, a smirk displayed across his otherwise emotionless features. “LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.”

You ignored the way that annoyed you. “SECOND, what would I need to do to deserve a thank you if not even finding your gloves for you would do it?”

The monster held his chin in thought over this, before beginning to pull something out. It was a card. He handed it to you. “COFFEE.”

“What?” You took it with confusion.

“I WILL NOT GIVE YOU A THANK YOU, BUT I WILL GIVE YOU COFFEE. CALL ME TOMORROW MORNING WHEN YOU ARE READY. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT TIME.”

“... What?”

And that was how you two grew closer, him buying you coffee every once in awhile and you doing little things to get a reaction out of him. It came to the point that you became such good friends that he bought you coffee every morning. At first, you insisted that you pay for it at least some of the time, but he flat out refused you and could easily push you aside to pay for himself.

You felt bad, until he drove up in his beautiful black car that could put the finest sports cars of Europe to shame. And you had to walk to work!

You were a waitress. A small and simple job, but it payed the bills when people tipped well. The people were nice, your boss —albeit a little creepy— was bearable, and you loved being able to chat with customers that would come in. When Papyrus found out where you worked, he had urged you to quit your job to find a better paying one, or at least one where your boss kept his eyes to himself.

“STOP WORKING FOR THAT PERVERTED INGRATE, IT DOESN’T PAY A TENTH OF WHAT IT’S WORTH TO HAVE HIM EYEING YOU ALL DAY LONG.” His voice was cold as ice, a complete contrast to your hot coffee he bought you

“Tim?” You laughed, “He’s fine, he would never actually do anything. He’s just a little too lonely, that’s all.”

“THINKING IT IS THE FIRST STEP, Y/N!”

“Aw, Papyrus, are you worried about me?” You giggled.

“I MEAN IT.” Papyrus growled, “QUIT.”

“I’m not going to quit.” You said calmly, having dealt with his spiky personality all too much before. “I love working there. The people are kind, the pay is just enough, and I even get free lunch! If I’m happy, what should it matter the small hiccups?”

“...” Papyrus looked to the side, uncomfortably. “...NICE PEOPLE, GOOD PAY, AND FREE FOOD COULD BE AT OTHER JOBS...”

You almost laughed again, but kept it to yourself. You tugged Papyrus down and planted a kiss on his cheekbone. “I think it’s sweet that you worry so much for me.”

His normally cool expression flushed a light pinkish tone. “I DON’T-”

This time, you did laugh. “Right, right, don’t care for a little human girl... Oh! I’m gonna be late to work!” You checked your watch, “I’ll catch you later, Papyrus!”

After that, he dropped it.

Or, you thought he did.

A couple weeks later, you found your boss had lost his life fighting against a burglar. It was an independently run establishment and all the money was stolen, so that meant your work had shut down. You were broken hearted about it, but Papyrus took you out to dinner to cheer up your spirits. You thought it had been a nice gesture at the time. Despite his cold appearance, you believed he was a kind and compassionate guy underneath, even if only a little bit.

“Thank you... Papyrus.” You smiled as you poked at your lasagna. He took you out to a rather nice restaurant... it might even had been five stars. You even had to dress up nicely. Luckily, Papyrus gave you the clothes you needed, considering you didn’t own anything appropriate enough for this place. It may have been overly fancy, but he said he had an in with the owner... “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“DON’T THINK A SECOND MORE OF IT.” Papyrus replied, calmly, before you noticed his eyesockets cast themselves to the floor. “YOU... LOOK NICE IN WHAT I GAVE YOU.”

“Nice is an understatement, Papyrus!” You laughed when he jumped at your positive tone. “I look gorgeous! Who knew you had such impeccable taste!”

“O-OF COURSE I HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE-!” Papyrus cleared his throat, as if realizing his growing volume. “YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT ME IN CHARGE OF YOUR APPEARANCE AGES AGO.”

“Haha, very funny.” You rolled your eyes, before taking a bite of your dish. “Where’d you even get this anyway? Girlfriend had it lying around?”

“I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.”

“...Boyfriend-?”

“I BOUGHT IT.” He interrupted, seemingly irritated. “WHEN YOU CAME TO ME WITH YOUR DAMSEL IN DISTRESS PROBLEMS, I KNEW YOU NEEDED MY ASSISTANCE, BUT I ALSO KNEW YOU COULDN’T COME HERE IN YOUR RAGS YOU CALL CLOTHES. SINCE I HAD ALREADY MADE THE RESERVATION, I DECIDED TO PICK SOMETHING THAT WOULD FIT THE AMBIENCE.”

You dropped your fork. “You... bought this for me?”

“YES, OF COURSE.” He said it like it was obvious. “I DIDN’T JUST HAVE SOMETHING THAT PERFECTLY TAILORED LYING AROUND.”

Oh geez, and it was tailored! Wait, how did he know your measurements? One question at a time... “How much was it?”

“UNIMPORTANT.”

“No, Papyrus.” You stood up, “How much was it?”

“...” He seemed to notice your distress, before he said, “MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD EVER AFFORD.”

“You have to take it back!” You rushed to his side, “I can’t accept this! It’s too much! Plus the dinner and and-!”

“Y/N.” His voice washed over you like ice. “CALM DOWN. YOU’RE PANICKING.”

“Papyrus, I love you, I really do,” Papyrus twitched ever so slightly, but you ignored it. “But I just can’t accept gifts like these... I feel... guilty.”

“DON’T.” He commanded. “YOU WERE UPSET OVER SOMETHING. I FIXED IT. THIS IS NOTHING TO FEEL GUILTY OVER.”

“But it’s so much-!”

“TO YOU, IT IS SO MUCH. YOU’RE POOR.” You let out a short, tense laugh at that. “BUT TO ME, IT IS LIKE... BUYING A CUP OF COFFEE. YOU WOULD BUY YOUR FRIEND A CUP OF COFFEE IF IT MEANT CHEERING THEM UP?”

“I suppose...” You looked to the side. “But-”

“THE DRESS IS UNRETURNABLE, AND YOU’VE ALREADY RECEIVED YOUR FOOD. REFUSING THEM NOW WOULD BE A SPAT TO THE FACE. YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO REFUSE A FRIEND WHO IS JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU NOW, WOULD YOU?”

Drat... He was right. You looked down, embarrassment creeping into your features. “Y-You’re right, I’m sorry... I just got so worried about you spending so much money on me. I didn’t mean to upset you or start yelling...”

“GOOD. NOW WHAT DO YOU SAY FOR THE NICE GIFTS?”

“Thank you, Papyrus...”

You felt his gloved hands pet the top of your head, the motion almost comforting. Even sitting down, he was taller than you. “THERE’S MY LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.”

Since when did he consider you his little human-?

“NOW SIT DOWN AND FINISH YOUR LASAGNA. IT’S GETTING COLD.”

You thought he was a little weird in his roundabout way of speaking to you and giving you things that you certainly didn’t ask for, but you just figured it was because of his upbringing or maybe the monster culture. He was very wealthy... but you soon realized that might’ve been because he worked all the time.

When you mentioned job hunting to Papyrus, he advised against it! You were flabbergasted by this, and you told him you had bills to pay and a stomach to feed, but he just told you he’d pay for all those things. Of course, you refused. No matter how much of a close friend you were or how rich he was, you were not making him pay for all of your stuff. That was just too far.

So, you went job hunting... Place after place after place. Nobody seemed to want to hire you. It was strange, but it almost seemed like each place you went to was afraid of something. You ignored it though, and continued job hunting. One place actually came close to hiring you, but then you got a nervous phone call in the middle of the night telling you they were fine with what they had.

Despite all of this, you still refused to take Papyrus’ money. He seemed a little... frustrated by this, but you wouldn’t dare mooch off of him without anything in return.

“YOU STILL REFUSE MY HELP?!” He fumed, standing up and startling the whole cafe around you.

“Papyrus, please!” You tried calming him, putting a gentle hand on his arm.

“YOU’RE BEING UNGRATEFUL.” He hissed, but his animosity was only meant with you rolling your eyes.

“It’s not help if you’re literally paying for my living expenses, without me doing anything in return!”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER TO ME, YOU KNOW THIS!”

“It may not matter to you, but it matters to me!” You replied, “That’s the kind of thing that only  occurs between husbands and wives, or pets and owners! Not between friends!”

“...” This seemed to sedate him, and he sat down in a huff. “I DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM, STILL.”

“The problem is that I want to be self reliant, and I can’t do that if I’m mooching off of you for the rest of my life!”

“IT’S NOT MOOCHING IF I GIVE IT TO YOU WILLINGLY!” He raised his voice again, “AND YOU DON’T NEED TO BE SELF RELIANT, JUST BE RELIANT ON ME!”

“And if you die?” You crossed your arms, “Or get severely injured?”

“... MY SAVINGS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO LAST YOU THROUGH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.”

“And what if we get in a big fight?” You counter, “Or you get so annoyed with me, that you don’t want to be around me anymore?”

“THEN I’LL SEND YOU AWAY UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE OR I REGAIN MY SANITY!”

You couldn’t believe your ears! He was actually thinking about keeping you as if you were some kind of-! “I’m not a pet or a child, Papyrus! You can’t just send me away until I submit to your will!”

His hands banged down on the table. “I NEVER SAID THAT!”

“I’m sorry, Papyrus, but I’m going to do this by myself.” You said, finally. “I know you’re just trying to help and you don’t like seeing me in a rut like this, but I have to help myself.”

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY? YOU DON’T NEED TO, NOT WHEN I-!”

“Papyrus. No.”

Finally, Papyrus stood, rage boiling behind his empty eyelights. “FINE. YOU WANT TO THROW MY KINDNESS BACK IN MY FACE? SO BE IT.” And just like that, he was grabbing his stuff.

“Papyrus, I didn’t mean-”

He swiftly turned toward you, leaving you face to face with his empty eyesockets. “CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE READY TO APOLOGIZE, AND DO NOT CALL ME FOR ANY OTHER REASON.”

He turned around with in one swift motion, but you didn’t go after him. You just sighed. He may have been your friend, but you weren’t going to let him bully you into letting him pay for your living expenses.

The next couple weeks were pretty harsh. You didn’t know why, but you just seemed to be way down on your luck. Random cars splashing you with water, your coffee orders getting messed up constantly, random things breaking down in your humble home... no longer had air conditioning! But, sometimes that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

On the plus side, you had finally found a job! You decided not to tell Papyrus about it, since he was still not talking to you, but maybe once he gets over his need to buy everything for you you could tell him. It was a nice waitressing job, and one you found friends in fairly quickly! The people that worked there were nice, as well as the customers. It was a bit of hard work, but you didn’t care as long as you were making money!

“Y/n, you’re just about the unluckiest person I know!” Lily, your co worker, smiled. “Shoes eaten by dogs again?”

“Ah!” You laughed, sheepishly. “Yeah, It’s been quite the week! Er... Past couple of weeks... But things will get better with time!”

“I’m sure they will!” Lily laughed. “Especially with that tall, dark, and handsome stranger that keeps staring at you.”

Lily winks at you as you turned your head, but you inhale with surprise. There was Papyrus, sitting irate and cold as usual.

“Oh, oh geez!” You whisper harshly.

“Know him?”

“Yeah, he’s a friend but...”

“Ex?”

“No, we just had a fight...” You exhale, before you feel her patting your back.

“You really do have the worst luck!” She laughed again, which you joined her for. “Well, he doesn’t seem to be willing to stop staring... Should I-?”

“No, no. I should handle this like an adult.” You wave her off, “He’s harmless, really.”

“Alright.” She gave you a soft smile, “But if he’s giving you any trouble, I’ll grab the owner.”

“Thanks.” You return her smile, before making your way to your boney friend. He straightened as you approached him, and you put your hands on your hips. “Hey, bonehead. What’s with the sudden appearance?”

“YOU... GOT A JOB.” He said it with distaste.

“Of course, I got a job. I wasn’t going just lay around until I changed my mind.” You rolled your eyes, “Did you think I wouldn’t get one?”

“...I’m going to have to hire new management...” He muttered, barely under his breath.

“What?”

“NOTHING.” Papyrus waved a gloved hand in a vague gesture to everything. “CONGRATULATIONS, I SUPPOSE, ON ALL THIS. I STILL THINK YOU SHOULD QUIT AND LEAVE YOUR LIVING EXPENSES TO ME.”

“I thought you were going to wait until I apologized?”

“I WAS... BUT YOU PROVED TO BE UNUSUALLY STUBBORN.” He leaned on his elbows. “SO I’VE COME TO RELIEVE YOU OF THE EFFORT IN TRYING TO CALL ME, AND ALLOW YOU TO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW.”

You crossed your arms, unamused.

“NOW WOULD BE NICE.” He growled. “I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF TIME.”

“Papyrus, you need to learn how to play nice with your friends.” You turned around. “Otherwise, you’ll never make any more than me.”

“Y/N.” A chill ran down your back as he said your name like that. “DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.”

You spun back around, your voice straining with anger. “Papyrus, you have been nothing but difficult! You demand I quit my job and then try to pay for all my living expenses, and, when I justifiably refuse, you become enraged and demand an apology!”

“. . .” His expression was dark, the kind of expression that has seen many dark things and has caused most of them, too. It would scare you normally, but you were too worked up to notice. “APOLOGIZE. NOW.”

“I’m going back to work.” You turned around in a huff.

He stayed silent and left after that. And things only got worse from there.

Robbers broke into your home. You didn’t know who was running the police force, but nobody was doing their job right. You were devastated. The entire place was trashed. You were lucky you weren’t there, but that still didn’t make it anymore okay. All your valuables were gone, your place was a mess, they even took the already broken air conditioning system!

But as long as you had a roof and a place to work, you were sure you’d be fine. You just needed to keep your spirits up, it wouldn’t be bad for too long...

And things were pretty okay for a bit. Your luck was still iffy, but you managed to get by. You kept making friends, and kept your spirits up. Still no word from Papyrus, but if he was going to be that way, there was no stopping him. You had managed to get little things like a fan and a small radio from your kind coworkers who didn’t need them anymore. It was one of the nicer things, one of those things that kept you going while all this misfortune was happening.

That was... until your new place of work had caught a flame. You wish you could say that nobody was hurt, but there were still people in the building. People you had worked with, served, and it just so happened to be on your day off. You couldn’t help but feel like you were just one big joke to the universe, and they were dumping all of their trash on you at once. It felt unfair.

Finally, you were walking home from a rough night, when you heard something behind you.

You almost froze in terror. There were people behind you. Shady people behind you. You don’t like to judge by appearances, but one was holding a crowbar in their hand.

You kept walking quicker, taking a turn. You walked even faster, taking another turn. Then even faster, taking one more turn. Lo and behold, they were following you.

You started running, as so did they, and you knew you were in trouble. You could feel your heart pound against your chest. You had to get to a telephone booth...

Ah! There was one! You rushed into it after making a sharp turn, hoping the two behind you weren’t too close on your tail.

Suddenly, you realized you didn’t know who to call. You had no family living here, the police didn’t seem to be able to do their job right, and most of your friends were... gone... save for one.

You punched in the number you memorized and waited. It picked up after one ring.

-SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?-

You had no time for pride, “I-I’m sorry! I’m so-so sorry! B-but I need you to pick-ck me up, right now! I-I think I’m in trou-ouble.”

Without missing a beat, he replied, -WHERE ARE YOU.-

You told him your location through scattered breaths, amazed he was even able to discern your scrambled speech patterns, before you slammed down the receiver and hid. In remarkable timing, you saw Papyrus’ signature black car pull up. You made a b-line for the car, relief washing over you.

Papyrus came out, and you made no effort to change your speed, ramming into him in a desperate embrace while your voice choked up before you could say a thing. You suppose you were just unloading all of your feeling at once on him. Your house, your bad luck, the fire, and especially being victim to whatever was about to happen a couple minutes before.

You felt Papyrus pet your head softly, saying, “GET INSIDE.”

You only saw a glimpse of it for a second, but as he let you go, you could’ve sworn he was smiling.

You must’ve been mistaken though. Not when he came all this way to help you.

When you entered his car, he took you to his house where you exploded all of your feelings on him. You bursted out into sobs, telling him about your bad luck, your house that was ravaged and trashed until it was almost nothing, and then of the fire that consumed your last hope. Your heart was heavy with grief, and Papyrus listened to it all with a cool demeanor.

“THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.” He said.

“W-what?” You sniffed.

“IF YOU HAD DONE AS I ASKED, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO WALK TO WORK AND HAVE THOSE UNFORTUNATE THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE A TRASHED HOUSE BECAUSE YOU’D LIVE WITH ME, AND YOU WOULDN’T HAVE GROWN ATTACHED TO THAT JOB ONLY TO HAVE IT BURST INTO FLAMES.”

“Th-That’s awful!” You cried.

“BUT IT’S TRUE.” He said, coldly. “YOU WOULD’VE ONLY SEEN IT ON THE NEWS AS AN INTERESTING PASSING.”

“I-I don’t...” He was right. You hated to admit it, but he was right. “Tha-at doesn’t make it-t any less bad...”

“I DIDN’T SAY IT DID.” He replied. “I JUST SAID YOU WOULDN’T BE SOBBING RIGHT NOW IN MY HOME IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.”

“...” You didn’t want to admit it, but he was pushing you.

“RIGHT?”

“Y-yes...”

“I WANT A PROPER APOLOGY.” He said, clearly. “NOT YOUR FEAR-INDUCED ONE YOU GAVE ME ON THE PHONE, A REAL ONE.”

“W-what?” How... How could he be thinking of that at a moment like this?

“IT’S CLEAR YOU WERE WRONG, SO APOLOGIZE TO ME.” He crossed his arms.

“But I don’t-!”

“WHAT, YOU WANT TO CONTINUE WITH YOUR PETTY SELF RELIANCE?” He replied. “AFTER ALL IT’S CAUSED YOU?”

“It’s not-!”

He interrupted you once more, “Y/N, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO GO BACK TO. YOUR HOME, YOUR JOB, YOUR FRIENDS, THEY’RE ALL GONE. WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK WHEN YOU HAVE ME HERE.”

You stopped. He... was right, again. You did have nothing. What could you even do? Go back to your ruined home and go job searching again, like that worked so great the last time? Perhaps... It was best to go for the easiest option available, and maybe you can find a way to make it right to him.

“Y/N.” His voice was smooth, but deep and dark. Like thick tar. “I AM THE ONLY OPTION YOU HAVE.”

“I...” You thought for a second as you grabbed the end of his jacket. “...I’m sorry. I was wrong. You were right. I should have never gone back job hunting, and should have accepted your help! Please forgive me!”

You felt his cool teeth on your forehead as he pulled you forward.

“M Y   L I T T L E   H U M A N .” For the first time, you saw his eyelights. They were blood red.

[undertale-imagine-that-the-2nd]

HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY DUCKY!!! :o) 

lmao sorry this is late, my dumb self forgot to save before I started coloring it so when my laptop restarted when I dozed off (damn auto update bs) I lost all my progress. Ah well, better late than never amiright?? Hope ya like it @skelltales

But yes, here we witness a wild Queen of Sin (Lewdicus  Duckyarii) cuddling and scenting her chosen mate; the rare and elusive Rus (Bonica Punicus). X’D

[dreams-of-headcanons]

So, I’ve been talking to @undertale-imagine-that-the-2nd about Lamiatale. Mod Angel was telling me about how some female snakes are bigger than the males. And we were talking about how some of the boys would react to meeting a female bigger than them. We started talking about Rus and I just had to share because I know how much @skelltales would love this.

Lots of credit and love to Angel for helping me come up with all of this! 

(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Imagine a lamia Ducky, bigger than Rus.

When they first meet it’s almost like love at first sight because this boy low key has a fetish for females larger than him.

He instantly goes weak in the knees when she notices him and smiles.

He’s absolutely ready to worship her like a Goddess.

He probably has a minor soul attack when she starts courting him.

He K.O’s the first time she kisses him.

She catches him and snuggles him until he wakes up. And when he wakes up he probably K.O’s again because of the close proximity and all the affection.

She’s big enough that he can use her snake half like a bed.

He ends up taking naps on her while she strolls through the forest, the gentle movements rocking him to sleep.

He hasn’t been this relaxed in years.

She wakes him up to share fruit she’s picked.

She pampers him like crazy and he’s determined to pamper her twice as much.

He brings her flowers constantly and hunts for her.

He gets lots of love and praise for catching his prey.

She makes flower crowns with the flowers he brings her.

He’s low key jealous if other lamia try to flirt with her.

But she deflects them and makes a point to give him affection in front of them to show that she’s not interested. She already has this sweet boy right here.

And he makes faces at the loser to rub it in. He basks in that attention like it’s the midday sun.

Imagine when she gets pregnant too.

He pampers her even harder than he already does.

His eye lights turn into big stars the first time he sees/feels the babies move.

He’s extra cuddly when her belly starts showing.

Imagine the excitement of watching the eggs hatch after mama births them.

Rus is crying tears of happiness. He’s such a proud, happy daddy.

And this next bit gets a kinda NSFW so I’mma put it under the cut just to be safe.

The first time she wants to mate he’s a nervous wreck.

But he’s determined to make her feel amazing.

He ends up doing better than he even thought he would.

He almost K.O’s again because of the reactions he’s getting from her.

And imagine the kinky things she and Rus can do with their versatile snake tongues. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

He almost has a soul attack the first time she uses her tongue on him.

He’s trying so hard not to lose it. Especially when she takes the reigns and turns dominant on him.

Her snake half is coiled tightly around him from the hips to the tips of their tails.

He knows he should feel trapped but he just feels so safe and warm.

He’s high key turned on by seeing her pregnant, full and glowing.

And lucky him when those hormones start getting to her.

She wants to mate a lot and he’s more than happy to give her everything she wants.

Half the time he’s hunting for her and the babies and the other half they’re fucking.

Fucking so much that she’s exhausted and needs sleep.

And it’s some of the best sex they’ve ever had due to the state she’s in.

I hope you enjoyed all this, bby sis. I thought you’d really appreciate some of the pregnant parts considering your breeding kink ;D

[skullcanons]

Hey fam! Idk how this works amd I hope I do it right but can I get Swapfell (red and gold) Papyrus with the prompt "Dont freak out, theres a rational explanation for this"

Read it on Ao3

It all began when you tripped over a stray sock in your bedroom. In some sort of universal foreshadowing, that one trip predicted the end of your day.

Let's start over. It had been a pretty ordinary day (barring the sock incident). You had gone to work, jogged around the neighborhood, and got back home with time to spare. That night you were invited over to your skeletal boyfriend's house for some dinner and good company. Luckily for the both of you, Sans was down with something and was unable to cook, so Russ told you he'd pick up some pizza on the way home from his own job.

After getting on some more comfortable clothing, you drove across town to their home and parked right in front. Both Russ and Sans were home, judging by the shouting going on inside, so you knocked once you got to the front door.

Sans made it to the door before his brother and ripped it open to drag you inside. "Get in here you fool! You'll let out the warm air!"

The inside of the home was indeed warm, likely from their heater. Sans was looking rather pathetic with dark bags under his eyes and magical purple sweat dripping from his skull. Poor guy must've felt terrible.

"Here, I got you some Sea Tea while I was out," you said, producing the magical food from your bag as you spoke. Sans snatched it out of your hands and rushed to the kitchen soon afterward without a word spoken. You didn't know why you were expecting some kind of thanks.

"thanks for that, sweetheart. sea tea's really good for the magic." Oh yeah, that was why.

Papyrus stood just to your right, his signature jacket off in exchange for some comfortable home-body clothes. You gave him a small smile. Pulling down his skull, you gave him a quick peck on the teeth before bouncing to the kitchen yourself. The smell of pizza was making you drool.

Fast forward to later that night and Sans was already in bed, trying to sleep off his magic-cold. With his brother sleeping, Russ and you were a bit more loose with the PDA and were moving to his room for a light make-out session. You two, of course, couldn't make too much noise with Sans sick in the other room.

Playfully you tugged Papyrus into his room and walked back toward the bed. What you had forgotten in your state of mind, however, was that Russ had a bit of a problem putting his clothes away.

Foot met sock. You tumbled backward to the ground, your head only saved by Russ as he lunged forward to cushion your fall. For a moment your eyes met, and there was a rising of tension as your eyes flickered from his teeth back to his eye-sockets. You both leaned forward when-

"What the hell-!"

Sans was standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you on the ground with a mixture of shock and horror.

You attempted to sit up but Papyrus's stiff form proved to be quite the obstacle. "Don't freak out, there's a rational explanation for this. We weren't-"

"What-no! I don't want to know just-keep it down!" Sans shouted, his face prune purple as he slammed the door shut.

There was a beat of silence.

"i don't think he fell for it."

You had to stifle your loud giggles for fear of the embarrassed rage of Sans. God knows you had scared him enough.

[undertaleandyou]

I think youre doing great! Keep up the good work!

AAAAAA THANK YOU~! ;0; ~ Mod Goblin

[robobbin]

G o d it’s ..... 3.40 am and I finally finished @skelltales commission of her (left to right) Underswap, Fellswap, Underfell and Undertale selves. thANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME YOU AMAZING PERSON YOU AND I HOPE TO GOD YOU HAVE FUN COLORING THESE LOVELY LADIES<3<3<3 

THANK YOU FOR COMMISSIONING ME ILY

[dtk-imagines]

*sneaks in* Smooch. *Runs*

NOOO COME BACK AND ACCEPT MY SMOOCH TOO

[calmchapsart]

WOWOWOW I HAD NO IDEA YOU HAD AN ART BLOG YOUR ART IS VV GOOD

AAAH THANK YOU, I’VE ONLY HAD IT FOR ABOUT A MONTH SO  I’M NOT SURPRISED YOU DIDN’T KNOW, ALSO AAAAH! HUGE FAN OF YOUR BLOG

[quess-art]

Your baby bones give me life!!! I literally have the ones you made based off my headcanons as my wallpaper!!

??? Thank you so much??? I love drawing babybones so I’m glad you like it!

(I worked with good material so those ones turned out great)

[undertale-imagine-that-the-2nd]

A Skeleton and His Angel~

Commission I did for Ducky! Sorry it took so long! My life took a nose dive lol

If anyone is interested in commissioning me then just send me an IM!

(also i didn’t make the background, it’s from SU. i don’t own it!)

[dreams-of-headcanons]

Sorry if I'm asking too much! I just thought of a funny prompt. How would the UF and SF bros react when their S/o comes home one day, their face bloody from a large cut and theyre dodging the skeles questions and just goes straight to bed, then the next day, the skells found a viral video of their S/O trying to do fruit ninja in real life and got hurt by it?

LOL and you picked the 4 that will react the absolute worst xD

Underfell

Red

He’s an angry bean because he automatically thinks someone attacked you. He demands you tell him who did it so he can go beat their ass. When you refuse to tell him anything he storms out to look around for himself. Maybe there are witnesses somewhere. Grillby normally gives him decent info, so he heads there first. But all he gets from anyone are snickers and snorts and “why don’t you ask them yourself?” Well, you can only imagine what sort of response Red had to that. There’s not even any evidence of someone attacking you and Grillby wouldn’t tell him shit either, so now he’s even more frustrated. When he finds out you did it to yourself by trying to play a game he’s kinda pissed but he needs to laugh his non existent ass off at you first. After he gets that out he tells you not to do dangerous stuff like that again and if you do it again anyways to not hide shit from him. He was concerned. He thought someone had hurt you and he wanted to protect you. It doesn’t matter how embarrassing it was.

Edge

At first he thinks it’s just a cool battle scar. You look like you got into a fight with someone and came out with only that cut. But then he notices that you don’t seem to be acting like much of a winner. Now he’s suspicious and concerned. What happened? Was something said that got to you? Did someone threaten you? Now he’s on high alert. He spends most of the night out searching for clues and bullying anyone he thinks can help his case. Any daring enough to be a smart ass with him gets beat within inches of dusting. Eventually one of them shows him the video while shaking in their boots because of hos intimidating he is. He gets so mad he accidentally breaks their device. He manages to collect himself enough to give them some gold for a new one before he storms out and heads back home. It’s morning now. He’s tired and irritated. He scolds you for not just telling him what happened. It doesn’t matter how embarrassing it was. He was concerned about your well being. Don’t play silly games like that again! And be more careful! Admittedly though, he kind of admired the way you handled the weapon. He’s gonna want to have you train with that now.

Swapfell

Blackberry

He’s immediately irritated and suspicious. Who dared to cut his datemate’s face!? It looks like a pretty cool battle scar and you look really bad ass now but WHO DARES!? He wants to seek revenge on them and when you won’t tell him anything he’s frustrated and pouty. FINE! He says before he storms out. He goes and gets his brother, demanding Rus help him gather info because of his connections at Muffet’s. Rus has to keep him from beating up anyone that snickers at him. Eventually, Rus sees the video while Black isn’t looking and now he’s snickering too. Now Black is even more frustrated. His brother knows something but he doesn’t and why is everyone snickering? Why is it so funny!? Rus takes him home and tells him to just wait until tomorrow. It’ll be fine. It takes some convincing but Black trusts his brother and gives in. When he finds out what really happened he’s trying not to laugh as he scolds you. He’s not doing a very good job at it and it’s hard to take him seriously. When all of that is out of the way he decides that he wants to play real life fruit ninja too. He demands that you teach him so you can have fun together and so he can attempt to outshine you because he’s a competitive little shit. He’s also signing you up for training with those weapons.

Rus

He is immediately concerned and on high alert. Did someone attack you? Was it his fault? Who dared touch his King/Queen/Majesty? He’s peppering you with questions the entire time he’s cleaning the cut up for you. When you don’t want to talk about it he’s kinda anxious and frustrated but he’s not gonna force you. When you’ve gone to sleep he makes sure the area is safe before heading out. He lurks about the area and gets what info he can from Muffet’s. His looks and cold demeanor are intimidating enough that no one dares to snicker at him or challenge him. They just hint to him where to look and when he sees the video he can’t stop himself from abruptly snorting. He’s relieved that you were just playing a game but frustrated that you didn’t just tell him. He comes home and goes to sleep, waiting until morning to confront you about it. He half heartedly scolds you for not telling him and reminds you of how great you are no matter what you do. You can play whatever game you want to. Just be more careful and tell him next time how you got hurt. Don’t keep it from him. He just wants to protect you and he’s not gonna mock you if you did it to yourself by accident. And if anyone else mocks you he’s gonna scare the piss out of them. They won’t dare laugh at you anymore. They’ll probably flee if they ever see you.