#stubborn papyrus

[storyshift-sk]

this au concept is so cool,,, waaaaahshdndjf

feel free not to answer if its big boy lore you dont wanna drop yet, but did chara make the mask themselves? it's so cool,,,

Thank you sm!!! Chara and Asriels dad, Dr Asgore did, actually! Then Toriel sewed up the outfit with the feet, hands, tail, n stuff :3

The mask is not exactly a robotic type thing/something SUPER complicated, but it certainly is convincing-

[spotaus]

Thinking about Orchid and Horror again.

[sunny-knight]

TIMELINES MUST PASS

Time Will Pass @forgettable-au fan animation :3

Decided to practice some animation with this wonderful song/animation meme/trend???

Inspiration credit:

@mannawanna on Youtube!

@Sherrickmadds on Instagram!

heheheheheHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAAHAHAAHAHA I LOVE THESE GUYS SO MUCH AND THIS AUDIO JUST FELT TOO PERFECT FOR EM!!! ON WE GO TO THE ANALYSIS

The direct actions:

Sans smiles at Wingdings, who does not return it

Sans is bothered and upset by this, before closing his eyes and accepting it.

They go back to staring up at the ceiling, except Sans looks sadder now.

Wingdings continues to sing, content with this.

GASTERING TIME

Cut to the present day-post papyrus day,

Gaster is belting out happily while Sans is horrified at what his…brother??? has turned into.

Before they both come to a (reluctant on Sans’ half) acceptance at the situation.

What they’re supposed to translate to:

Sans encourages Wingdings to come out of his comfort zone. Instead of staying in the lab 247 and shutting out the rest of the world while still wanting to make it a better place with his inventions- why not grab some food at Grillbys?? (I just thought of how funny it is that Sans can’t get Papyrus to enjoy Grillbys either, for different reasons but still. CMON GUYS- GO GET SOME GREASY FOOD WITH YOUR BROTHER)

But he shuts this idea down constantly, no matter how subtle or direct Sans is, he can’t seem to stop his brother from going down an incredibly self destructive route. When he closes his eyes and looks back up at the ceiling…I wouldn’t call that “giving up on Wingdings” but definitely trying less hard. He cant force him to do anything so why try

(ofc Alphys comes in- BUT THIS IS A 24 SECOND ANIMATION, WE DONT HAVE TIME FOR THAT- CHOP CHOP!) (also just as an aside i love that when Sans realizes he cant force Wingdings outside he just brings the outside to him 😭😭)

But Wingdings is fully content with this “giving up”. He gets his way!!!

Thats when we see an interaction between these two, YEARS later. Sans is, needless to say, pretty horrified at whats happened to him (we’re ignoring lack of memories in this situation btw) but Gaster is thrilled and tells Sans that basically “I wont be here for long, i just wanted to say that despite my actions I promise I loved you” which Sans feels many emotions at- but “grief” bundles those all up in a nice trauma bow.

Gaster then goes on to say basically “this has been fun, but this is probably the last time we will ever interact because I have business to attend to, and you have Papyrus’ to attend to!!!” Sans reluctantly accepts this. Again. Gaster always staying within his comfort zone and Sans just going along with it because he cant force his stubborn as hell brother to do anything.

Basically long story short, Sans is not happy in either of these situations. Both times Wingdings puts his work above his brother.

[dreammfyre]

targaryen dynasty ⋆ jacaerys velaryon

SUMMARY. You are the first daughter of Daemon and Laena Velaryon, betrothed to Prince Jacaerys Velaryon whom you have known since childhood. Queen Rhaenyra personally asked you to seek out knights and ladies with Targaryen blood to try and get them to claim a dragon to join the cause. You, always so attached to reading and the most studious and intelligent, did not hesitate to obey your queen, however, it was proving to be more difficult than you imagined. Luckily, Jacaerys knows how to help you.

WARNIGS. (+18) Jacaerys Velaryon x fem!oc. Targaryen incest. Smut, oral (fem receiving).

NOTE. The thuth is that I don't know how thid got 5000 words, but here we are!!!

If anyone asked you, you had no idea how long you had been locked in the castle library. The queen had left you the task of researching in depth about the Targaryen lineage with valyrian blood and the right to claim a dragon, you did not refuse to comply with her orders, you were known for your intellect and interest about history, always with a different book under your arm, you handled data that the others did not, so you were in your comfort zone. However, you did not imagine it was going to be so complicated, you had had breakfast and lunch in the library in solitude, which meant that you had been locked up all day among papyrus, books written in the language of your family, you had read about the dragons still alive, especially Vermithor and Silverwing, but you found more than you needed and your attention jumped from subject to subject, you had never access to such a place and did it hold information on Targaryen history from the time of the conquerors to the reign of Jaehaerys I Targaryen.

"My lady." Elinda's voice, so soft and gentle as she addressed you, dissipated your attention causing you to turn your head up from your reading. The maid was standing in the doorway and you behind the wooden desk in the midst of your own chaos, you had ordered not to be disturbed unless it was an emergency. "Why don't you go upstairs to dine with the queen in parlor?"

"I'm fine, thank you." You smiled trying to put on your best face, the truth was you didn't want to appear before Rhaenyra without any advances.

Elinda sighed knowing she wasn't going to be able to convince you to come out for fresh air, she wasn't surprised at your response, always so stubborn and driven to your ideas.

"It's okay, I know you, so I went ahead and brought dinner up here." She said walking over with the silver tray holding a steaming plate and a cup. "Eat before rest, you've spent a lot of time in this place, you haven't been eating well and we don't want your body to weaken."

You nodded and thanked her before she left. You watched the food from afar without appetite, so went back to reading, the Targaryen bloodline had expanded to different places, moving out of King's Landing and Dragonstone to other lands. You were writing down the possible names of knights and ladies with what needed to claim a dragon, so far there weren't many options, but you didn't want to be left in doubt you looked everywhere. You stood up to look for another book that you had not yet read, this time from the houses to the north, you had a mess everywhere and on every table, open books, scattered papyrus, the shelves almost empty. Your notes on the other hand, Valyrian texts that read without problems, as if a hurricane had swept away the order.

You took from the cup that Elinda had brought with sweet wine to which you gave a generous gulp. You paced back and forth reading and reviewing the history, trying to find useful connections to the present, back and forth, flipping through the pages and drinking. When you started to get dizzy from the spinning you found no better idea than to sit on the table crossing your legs no matter how uncomfortable your clothes were, on your thighs opened the heavy book so you could hold the glass in your hands.

"Are you still here?" Jacaerys had entered the library, taking you by surprise. The heir found you in the middle of the mess, surrounded by papers, sitting on the table which was frowned upon for a lady. "I haven't seen you all day."

"I think I hate the Targaryen." Sighed, relaxing your shoulders and looking up. Jacaerys smiled coming closer, watching the mess around you out of the corner of his eye, but he was sure you were the one to find what Rhaenyra was looking for. "Is that wine?" he pointed to your goblet raising his eyebrows.

"Elinda feeds me like an imprisoned animal."

"I doubt an imprisoned animal would be fed lamb and wine." This time it was you who smiled. "How are you doing with your mission?"

"I found some names that might be of use, let's hope they are still alive." You replied setting the cup aside, on top of other papers that were of no use to you at the moment. "The children of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alyssane were a great starting point that I cannot yet move on from."

"My mother asked about your absence at the table. I told her you needed time, and that I was going to keep an eye on you." You nodded, a little flushed at the last part, but you knew how to hide it.

"That's Visenya Targaryen?" Jace asked excitedly as he looked at the draw in the book open on your legs, moving closer to you to get a better look, invading your space.

"Queen Visenya," you corrected him causing him to apologize. "Vhagar's first rider." You looked at the image closely admiring her beauty, trying to take in the closeness of Jacaerys. "And the first in her name."

Jacaerys watched you from the corner of his eye biting the inside of his cheek, he liked the way you corrected him, even on some occasions when you chatted privately he would purposely get it wrong to make you angry. You just looked up meeting your fiancé's gaze, which made him realize he had gone silent.

"This place is…" the heir looked around you carefully analyzing the room, he didn't know how to continue the sentence without offending you.

"Say it, a complete mess." You sighed exhaustedly.

The prince nodded with concern for your well being, you are his fiancée and he had to take care of you, he looked at you noticing your tired eyes, your hair a bit messy falling a few unruly strands down your face, the dress disarranged on your shoulders. And somehow, through his eyes, even though it sounded bad and he didn't have the courage to admit it out loud, that was attractive.

He took a lock of your hair and tidied it behind your ear, it was a gesture he repeated and you liked it.

"Do you need help?" you denied immediately, you didn't want to look pitiful or desperate. "Don't be proud, I know you."

"Apparently it's not as simple as I imagined." You said discouraged, looking at the papers scattered around you. You closed the book putting it aside, you couldn't think anymore, you were blocked, tired and your body was asking you to eat and rest, maybe not in that order. You stretched your legs, still sitting on the table with Jacaerys watching you. "Targaryen dynasty is vast and diffuse, complex to trace, now I understand why several names are missing. I don't want Rhaenyra to be disappointed, I'm trying my best."

Hearing you, Jacaerys quickly interrupted placing his hand on your thigh unknowingly unleashing a shiver down your back. "The queen could not have chosen anyone better than you, you are the smartest lady I know." He said sincerely, positioning his other hand on your shoulder. "Go to sleep, you need it."

Tired, you rested your forehead on his shoulder resting on it. Jacaerys stroked your loose hair without removing his hand on your leg. The physical contact comforted you, but you didn't accept it often, so it was a surprise for the prince to have you so close.

"I'll dream of dragons." You joked with eyes closed, Jace's scent intoxicating you immediately. "I'll stay a while longer, I think I know where to find a thread to pull on."

"Eat something first." He added as he noticed the tray with the untouched plate. His caresses relaxed you, feeling his fingers tangle in your hair made you feel a delicious shiver, so you let him repeat it, even his tone of voice relaxed your muscles.

"I'm not hungry yet."

Jacaerys swallowed hard as your warm breath hit his neck, bristling his skin. He didn't know how the hell she was managing to control himself like that, when she held you close his thoughts were easily confused and the heart was about to burst out of his chest. In a moment of weakness, the prince closed his eyes in order to intensify the sensations, in the middle of the silence and taking advantage of the hidden place where they were, he squeezed thigh on the fabric of the dress, it was not strong, just enough to steal a sigh and that now the tachycardia clouded your reason. You didn't know at what moment that comforting embrace turned into a boundary of something else, Jacaerys Velaryon stirred as he felt the tip of your nose brush against his exposed neck before you, a slow, torturous contact.

The heir's hands were too still, he was controlling himself as much as his duty allowed him. While you had little interest in complying with the damned traditions, they were teenagers, you couldn't ask much of them in that regard.

The tension of their bodies rubbing against each other grew with each movement in a pleasant and affectionate rhythm, but you urgently needed it to increase, so opened your legs to surround his body with your thighs, the prince did not think a second to position himself between them taking advantage to squeeze your ass tearing you a sigh that vanished in his mouth. You brought your lips to his neck leaving kisses all over, Jacaerys did not want to stop you, he had fallen too easily into the game. The prince's hands were eager to touch as much as possible went up from your waist to your breasts, you had never seen him like that, then your fiancé sought your mouth before you kissed his bristling skin again.

"Jace…" you whispered against his lips touching slowly with yours, your warm breath hitting his face, he could hear the desperation in your call looking into your eyes, but his gaze was focused on your wet lips.

Shit. His name sounded so different when you said it.

It was he who had the courage - or the impulse - to make the move to close the distance between you, an accurate approach to trap your lips between his, his hand took your jaw and prey to desires you opened your mouth to let his tongue enter your cavity, sticky, wet noises echoed off the stone walls as Jacaerys brushed his tongue along yours. The taste of sweet wine ended up intoxicating him as well. His slow movement caused a wave of heat to grow in the underside of your belly, you rested a hand behind the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his wavy hair.

Your heart could not calm down, on the contrary, it begged for more. The crown prince began to lift your red dress, a messy piece of infinite fabric, so you clumsily helped him by crumpling it until he slipped his hand underneath it, running his fingers over your bare skin playing with your sanity by how slowly he explored.

"Someone could see us at any moment." You reminded him that they weren't in the privacy of your quarters or his, trying to gesture because your labored breathing was making it hard to think.

"They can listen to whatever they want." He responde kissing your neck moving down to your collarbones, the heat of his mouth on your skin felt like the most exciting thing you had ever tasted. The intense grip on your legs didn't bother you at all because it was him, his deep voice made you bristle complete when he whispered too intoxicated in the moment to be his usual proper prince self. "I said I would take care of you."

You laughed at how little importance he gave to your innocent concerns, too sure that nothing was going to happen, but maybe it was just adrenaline and desire clouding his rational thoughts. Jacaerys kept going down, kissing between your breasts on the fabric, until he knelt before you, you held your breath when you understood his intentions, he raised his gaze towards you, an intense silence where your nobility was at stake for falling into carnal temptation, it was a few seconds until you decided to lift the skirt of your dress so he could have the access he desired.

Your fiancé began to kiss the inside of your thighs gently, just that minimal contact made you tremble on the table. "Don't close the legs." He ordered.

Your cheeks flared in heat as a reminder of the sin they were committing, yes, it was your fiancé who was between your legs unabashedly, but it was still Jace, whom you had known all your life and had grown up together, the most proper prince Westeros had ever seen, so devoted to duty that no one would imagine he would be able to steal your innocence out of wedlock, but there he was, he was the same, kneeling before you like a believer, kissing your thighs feeling his hot breath approaching your cunt exposed to his delight. The sighs coming out of your mouth were intensifying as Jacaerys swollen lips approached your most sensitive area making him beg, you felt he was toying with your sanity but he only wanted to extend your pleasure as long as you would hold out. Your hands clutched at the fabric of your dress, his wet tongue flicked across your cunt, he didn't quite finish his journey when your knees had the urgent urge to close like a natural spasm, but Jacaerys prevented it by holding your legs tightly apart for him, continuing his work of giving you the pleasure you deserved.

"Oh, Jace, gods." You said with bated breath, an emotional torture of not knowing how far you could go before you screamed. His tongue kept licking like candy, unabashedly tasting knowing what he was doing, moving up and down listening to your moans that excited him as much as it did you to feel his mouth on your center, the heir seemed to be having fun taking his time under your dress, reveling in your desperation. The warm wet sensation on your folds sliding down began to make you desperate, in an attempt to quiet your moans so as not to draw attention to yourself you bit your tongue so hard that the moan was one of pain rather than pleasure. You crumpled some papers in search of what to hold on to, you closed your eyes intensifying the spasms even more. "Jacaer…"

Saying his name seemed the most difficult task.

You managed to feel the crown prince's long fingers opening your pussy slippery with his saliva and your transparent wetness dripping. Again he ventured in with his mouth, this time with more euphoria and hunger, making little circles with his tongue, drowning himself in you tasting your cunt as he had never done to any of the whores on the island, with you he took great pains to get it right. Agitated, chest rising and falling from your erratic breathing the prince placed one of his hands on your belly as if he knew you were looking for him, intertwining his fingers you squeezed as his tongue pushed into your entrance. Curiosity as to how he learned to do that had to wait because your legs began to tremble and you began to move struggling against the strength of Jacaerys who wasn't going to stop servicing you until you were done.

"Please… Jace."

"You are so wet." Said the prince as an accomplishment, but you were embarrassed to know how vulnerable you were before him. The sound of his mouth playing with your clit, so wet and wrong, similar to a kiss where Jace was just doing all y he work. You searched for his head with your hand which was complicated by being hidden under your skirt, the damn dress prevented you from looking into his eyes, you wanted to look at him and beg his face not to stop now that you were so close to touching the best orgasm of your life. Jacaerys was struggling with your legs, so he put your thigh over his shoulder without letting go of your hand. "You have to hold on a little longer. I promise you'll like it."

"I c-can't." You cried trembling.

Between your legs, Prince Velaryon was reveling in your pleasure with a painful erection trapped in his pants that only hardened against the fabric with every high-pitched moan coming from your throat. He had to be strong to hold back the urge to take advantage of your wetness and penetrate you right then and there, that wasn't the first time he thought of you that way nor was it going to be the last after tonight, he would go to his quarters overwhelmed to attend to himself just thinking of you for another night. You were so open that with a little strength you could take it, but you were not ready for the moment and deep down, Jacaerys felt just as guilty for giving in to temptation by breaking traditions, disrespecting you to a lady of nobility.

"Jace, oh, like that." You moaned wiggling your hips.

But shit, he couldn't take one more moon without claiming that belongs to him. Your whole body, your every desperate moan and plea. It was an addictive melody that he didn't want it to end.

You reached for his head with your hand under the cloth that was being Jacaerys' salvation because if he saw your sweaty face, pink cheeks and pleading gestures he wasn't going to be able to hold back the urge, fucking you right there on that table. Merciful to your clumsiness, Jace took your hand turning it towards the back of his neck, you tangled his wavy hair between your fingers, bringing it closer to your center than it already was which only encouraged your fiancé to lose control by gently biting your cunt and with his finger caressing your exposed clit like a throbbing button.

"Gods!" You exclaimed so loudly that Jace feared for both of your lives. You covered your mouth yourself, waiting for someone to walk in and find them you sitting at the table with the heir kneeling between your legs under your dress. "I-I'm sorry." You whispered in exasperation.

"Scream whatever you want." It was a command rather than a comfort.

And you listened to him. Your body couldn't resist any longer, the spasms were getting stronger and Jacaerys knew you were close to orgasm, your legs faltered and couldn't hold still. You pulled your fiancé's hair, which instead of annoying him, he liked to feel. You mumbled incoherently, cursing everything, your hips couldn't stay still and Jacaerys' tongue wasn't making it any easier. You let go of the heir's hand on your belly to cover your mouth, however, Jace grabbed your wrist preventing that from happening. The rule had been clear, he wanted to hear you screaming his name to burn it into his memory, he wanted to hear your whimpers and pleas not to stop, your choked moans, the curses and incoherent ramblings.

"Jace!" your chest was rising and falling so fast you felt short of breath. The pressure between your legs was increasing, you closed your eyes tightly trying to hold on a second longer, but it was impossible. "Oh, shit!"

Your orgasm came as a spasm that controlled your whole body, from your hair to your legs. Jacaerys knew it when the tension in your muscles disappeared and he didn't have to exert any more force to hold you back. His pace slowed considerably, he didn't hold back from licking one last time.

Your body was wracked, aroused to return to normal. Your chest was expanding and contracting fast, the sweaty skin made it look shiny. Your body had peaked, and now, you missed Jacaerys' tongue between your legs. The heir stepped out from under your skirt, his mouth wet from his own saliva and your wetness in a mixture that soaked into his pink, swollen lips. The prince was red in the face, his hair falling down his face in the most exciting mess, he looked so good. He wiped his mouth with his clothes and fixed his hair behind his ears without taking eyes off you.

"You were very good lady." He stroked his thumb across your red cheek, you closed your eyes at his gentle, almost brotherly caress, a well-deserved congratulations. You were still weak and rambunctious with ragged breathing and a high pulse, your body wasn't going to withstand another orgasm, not for tonight. Jace moved closer to your face, he wanted to admire you up close, your exposed neck was the target of a kiss. "Did you like it?" he whispered so slowly against your ear that a shiver brought you back to reality. His breath beating against your damp skin was a reminder that you were completely crazy about him, no one in all of Westeros could service you so well.

You nodded in shame and innocence. You couldn't hear him, but you knew he was smiling.

"Y-yes." You replied looking into his eyes. Your innocent look reignited the fire in Jacaerys, who was still holding back the urge to fuck you.

The prince closed his eyes and swallowed saliva in frustration. He had to be aware that no matter how good it felt, it wasn't right.

"We can't do it here again." He took your face in his hands caressing your skin with his fingers. You nodded again, seeing you so obediently at his mercy only triggered his excitement, fighting until the last second. Jacaerys moved closer to your face, you closed your eyes expecting him to kiss you, but you only felt the brush of his lips against yours and his breath against your mouth. "Next time I'll rip that fucking dress off you myself with my bare hands."

⊹ ࣪ ˖ MASTERLIST

[eriscary]

This is a fully updated version of Tear's info sheet. It's advised to be read only after reading the 'Passing Ghost' comic, as it contains heavy spoilers.

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Biography:

Tear!Sans is a puppet body possessed by a Napstablook whose greatest wish was to become Sans and see the multiverse. He created his body from mix and matching puppets made by Error!Sans. This angered Error so much that in his outrage he happens to glitch Tear into a corrupted Underfell AU variant with a missing Sans file.

Tear’s forced, glitched entry allows the Underfell AU to act in self-preservation and use glitches to save itself from corruption. It adopts Tear!Sans as its original Sans, renaming itself to Undertear. If Tear!Sans dies and there is a RESET, he comes back like other monsters. However, it also causes Tear’s original AU to be corrupted instead due to Tear’s absence. The memories the residents have of Underfell!Sans get replaced by Tear!Sans, although not perfectly.

Appearance:

Because Tear’s body is a puppet, his bones are plush and have visible stitches. He wears white gloves to hide stitches, but his forehead has the most obvious line of them. He also wears Napstablook shaped headphones and a white coat with a purple hood. Its backside has a pattern of two tear drops forming an upside-down heart. Underneath it is a beige scarf, white shirt and black shorts.

Story:

Tear’s AU got a lot of Sans variant visitors that he observed from afar. Through observation he learns of the multiverse and wishes to experience it. Even wishing to be like Sans, to feel as loved, important and blend in with the multiverse travelers.

An opportunity presents itself to Tear when Error appears in their AU. They go through the portal Error created, to see the ‘AU’ on the other side. Instead, they find themselves in the antivoid with Error’s puppets. They proceed to mix and match the puppets in order to create a new body for themselves.

Upon his return, Error is infuriated at his work being destroyed. In their rage they attack Tear, only to end up crashing and glitching Tear to a corrupted Underfell AU variant instead. Said AU slowly patches itself up, using the same glitches Tear came there with. Changing bits of its resident’s codes, as well as its own. On their arrival to Underfell, Tear encounters a glitchy Papyrus that seems to have confused them for his brother who went missing. Not able to get a word in, they get dragged back ‘home’ with him.

In the meantime, Error manages to find where Tear went, planning to eliminate them out of anger, as well as before more timelines and AUs have a chance to exist. Unfortunately, the AU adopts Tear as its original Sans and changes its name to Undertear. With this action and thanks to creators, more AUs with Tear variants come to be. Error stops himself.

He settles on observing the AU's code for a while, before destroying the newly formed Undertear. However, after calming down from his initial infuriated reaction, he felt hesitation. Tear is made of his materials, HIS puppets. He is worried destroying Tear will destroy his stuff that he wants back. It ends up making him feel frustrated instead. After getting rid of Tear's original AU, as it's now corrupted due to their absence, Error goes on a streak of destroying different AU's with Tear’s variants. Error hates Tear for what they did. He steals the chocolates from Undertear too, out of spite (it's created from Underfell after all). This is why Tear never has chocolate at home. Tear assumes it's Papyrus eating them, so they stock up for Papyrus. Error tells himself he will eventually get rid of the anomaly that ruined his puppets, but it never happens.

The memories the AU residents have of Underfell Sans get replaced by Tear, although not perfectly. Monsters exhibit the recollection of some smaller traits (like the clothing aesthetic). Papyrus recollects the most, yet lives in stubborn belief that Tear is their brother. They got occasionally questioned by others if they are truly related since Tear is a plush. He was quick to shut everyone up. Papyrus believes his life memories cannot be wrong. It doesn’t matter what their brother is made of, he was there with them for as long as he remembers.

Tear ends up living his life as a play-pretend, replacement for Underfell Sans. Unaware his original AU is gone and unable to leave Undertear.

Personality:

Tear used to naively believe that everyone is good hearted and tried to be polite even in situations he shouldn’t.

He soon learns of the multiverse and wishes to experience it. Even wishing to become Sans himself, so he would feel important, loved and blend in more with the multiverse travelers.

But with the environment of the new AU he got stuck in, as well as the chain of events that got him there, he learns not everyone is sunshine and rainbows. Tear is quick to learn the infamous “kill or be killed” motto of his new home and becomes more jumpy, careful of any signs of hostility. This made him more nervous of new faces than he already is.

Tear spends much of his time training to behave like Sans, failing at making good puns and stressing over not being lazy enough for Sans standards. He works too hard to be one, believing it would give him everything he wanted and make him survive the new world. After all, Sans surely blends into crowds with ease. They saw it with their own eyes. Tear also goes as far as using a great deal of effort into shaping his tears to be gaster blasters and bones. It hinders his speed, although even with this he is as fast as classic Sans, but fails at matching him in damage output. Most of the time he feels like he isn’t good enough, both as his old self and Sans. The new life makes him believe it’s his responsibility to do everything Sans took care of and he decides to stay till real Sans returns. Tear tends to blame himself for everything and does not acknowledge himself as a full Sans. It comes from the fact their bones are plush and have sewing stitches, his lack of confidence making him believe he ‘didn’t study enough’ to become one, failing to match some of the memories Papyrus seems to have of a Sans that Tear never met or saw, as well as the fact he is a play pretend replacement for someone. It has caused him to not fuse with his body yet.

Even though Tear felt abandoned by family and friends in their original AU, now they truly had no one. They were alone. Everyone here seemed so cold, cruel and even harder to approach.

Underfell/Undertear Papyrus becomes Tear’s only shelter from the outside world and Tear starts to grow attached over the course of time. Papyrus ends up being the only monster that truly cares for them, wants them safe and Tear is very hungry for any form of comfort. Even hugs make him REALLY happy. As a ghost, he felt very touch starved. Papyrus even adapts himself to look out for Tear better, seeing as he was unable to get ‘his brother back in shape’. Tear finally feels like he has someone that won’t leave him. He is finally important enough like Sans.

More than anything, Tear fears being abandoned again and this fear resurfaces in a way bigger wave. Tear believes if the real Sans returned, he would be abandoned and become someone forgotten and tossed aside. Likely dusting at the hands of another monster, if not Papyrus himself. More than anything, Tear fears Papyrus learning he is just a pretender, a replacement. This constant fear pulses through him, not letting him accept himself. Tear starts hoping Underfell!Sans doesn’t return and it makes them feel more guilt.

Tear would never leave his body, even if he sank at the bottom of the ocean. He also does not slip up by not shaping his attacks either. In Tear’s eyes, he cannot afford Papyrus or anyone that could tell Papyrus knowing he is a ghost. If Papy is gone… Tear has nothing and no one. He starts pretending to be ‘a perfect Sans’ at this point just to not lose him.

Knowing he does not truly belong, makes Tear feel detached from everyone.

Sometimes he will stand outside invisible, watching everything move without him, no one noticing them and everything passing him by.

Tear in general phases/goes invisible a lot, as means of escaping certain encounters or situations.

Abilities:

- Tears: When Tear!Sans cries, his tears hurt anyone on contact. Tear’s vision also gets watery.

- Shaping tears: Tear!Sans often controls his tears to take a certain shape like his top hat, but usually gaster blasters and bones in hopes of mimicking Sans. Such objects cannot be held by anyone else, as they would take damage.

- Phasing: Tear!Sans can will his body to phase through things, just like when he was a ghost. His body gets more transparent or straight up invisible. Their magic/tears remain visible. Unlike his ghost self, phasing requires magic this time. When too emotionally overwhelmed, he will unintentionally phase. Phasing gives him invulnerability, but he cannot attack during it.

- Ghostly sight: If Tear!Sans had a strong connection with a monster that died, he can see them as a spirit. This only happens if the spirit decides to stay before passing on. In a genocide route, Papyrus is temporarily one of them. He is just a presence that can communicate with Tear, be seen only by Tear and do nothing more.

In battle:

Tear's strength is on par with Classic Sans. He doesn't hit as hard, yet keeps up by attacking faster. He, however, loses the extra speed by shaping his attacks. Because he always holds back by doing so, he is overall weaker. His boss fight is also shorter because of him spending a lot of magic uncontrollably, before and during the fight. A lot of Tear’s magic is spent on day to day occurrences where he cries and phases. Tear’s magic reserves are never full unless they just slept/ate.

-Tear shares the same stats as Napstablook (HP 88, ATK 10, DEF 10).

-Due to mimicking Sans by resting frequently, Tear overcaps his base stat HP by 10. (like player does by sleeping in the inn)

-Tear is worse at dodging than classic Sans.

-Tear does not act as a ‘judge’ for the player.

-Unlike a Classic Sans or Underfell/Undertear Papyrus, Tear has no recollection of RELOADs and RESETs

-Tear cannot use blue attacks, do damage via karma points like Sans (damage overtime), shortcut and travel AUs on their own.

-Tear’s magic dissipates inside a body of water. Paired with the fact he doesn’t know how to swim and can’t shortcut, it’s his biggest weakness.

Genocide route:

The first time Player attempts Genocide route, they are forced to RESET in the judgement hall. Tear did not fuse with his body and as such cannot be harmed by physical attacks. Not killing Tear, as they are this world’s ‘Sans’, drops the genocide route.

On a RESET the Player instead focuses on dealing with Tear’s insecurities. Although it takes excruciatingly long, Tear eventually ends up fusing with his body. They inform the Player of finally accepting themselves fully for the way they are. Thanking them via cell phone. This makes the Player finally continue dusting monsters on sight.

Having not witnessed the fight itself, Tear arrives at the sight of Papyrus dusting in front of the human. He runs away in fear, to hide. Tear can be found again, crying in the judgment hall while hiding behind a pillar and flooding the place in tears.

Player has to mind their step. Tear’s ability lets him see Papyrus’s spirit in front of him and he is the only reason they don’t have an emotional breakdown just from seeing the Player walk in. Papyrus is there solely to keep his emotions at bay, so Tear would waste less magic in the fight on crying and phasing in unintended moments. It only stalls the inevitable and his emotions still flare up. Tear is never the one that initiates the battle. Player does. First knife slash is free, Tear doesn’t dodge. He has never perceived knives as a weapon due to prior physical immunity. Having just fused, he held no fear of any item that could be considered a weapon. He screams out in pain.

Battle starts with Tear shaping his attacks into bones and gaster blasters. The more desperate and terrified he grows, the more he phases and cries on top of the already launched attacks, making it harder to dodge. Tear weeps out loud to Papyrus of how scared he is through the whole fight. His attack speed boosts, as he eventually stops shaping attacks. The battle is over when his magic is completely spent, leaving them defenseless.

Neutral route:

Neutral route is more brutal on Tear then genocide, if Papyrus is killed and they fuse with their body. Tear still runs away at the sight of Papyrus dusting and can be found crying in the judgment hall. This time Papyrus's spirit isn't there, as he has deemed his brother won't need to fight the Player. Because Tear isn't aggressive to the human and never starts fights. Papyrus saw his own death as just another 'kill or be killed' moment.

Without Papyrus there to calm Tear, Tear spends a lot of his magic having an emotional breakdown, crying and phasing, from just seeing the Player walk in. If battle with Tear is initiated, he only survives two turns before his magic is completely spent. In those two turns, Tear doesn't shape his attacks. There is more excess magic going wild.

Without killing Papyrus, the Player can fight Tear at full strength. Tear won’t be hiding or having an emotional breakdown. However, they never stop shaping their attacks. The fight ends up just as long as Classic’s.

Pacifist route:

Player focuses on defying the ‘kill or be killed’ mentality of underground monsters. Helping them see the world in a different light. Papyrus is easier to ‘convert’ because of Tear.

The Player doesn’t end up focusing on Tear, as they aren’t aggressive to them like others. Due to it, Tear doesn’t fuse with his body.

Relationships:

- Underfell!Papyrus / Undertear!Papyrus: Tear’s non-biological brother. Papyrus is convinced Tear and him are truly related. Plush body doesn’t deter him, as he ‘knows’ what his memories are. When he finds Tear, he sees his brother has lost his prior edge. Tear’s ‘new softness’ is a dangerous thing to have in this world. Papyrus tries to help but it does not seem to fix the problem. He then adapts for his brother, keeping an eye on them more to keep them safe.

Trivia:

-Tear’s name has a double meaning. ‘To shed a tear’ and ‘tear something apart’. Different characters will say their name differently, depending on the personal opinion of them.

- He is very soft to hug.

- He is very light and his steps leave no sound.

- His favorite food are Blueberries, or as he calls them, Boo Berries.

- He occasionally calls the Player by a pet name “treasure”.

- Tear slightly hides behind Papyrus when seeing new faces.

- He gets excited at seeing any Sans or Papyrus, no matter how they look.

- Used pronouns are He/They.

- When terrified, Tear can unintentionally water blast the person through his eye sockets.

- If UF!Papyrus was to realize Tear isn’t his real brother and was to confront them angrily, much to his horror, Tear’s soul would break on its own from lack of hope.

[popatochisssp]

So, for Mal. I know, it would probably take ages to be on friendly let alone romantic terms with him if you only knew him but how would knowing Rus first effect everything? Would Rus kinda sorta try to get Mal and I to hangout and maybe get to know each other better because "i know they'd be good together but mal is so stubborn and prickly."

I'd actually say you have a better shot meeting Mal (Swapfell Sans) first!

He's paranoid and keeps his walls up pretty high, but he's also charming and tends to put forth a very social, gregarious front. He likes people to like him, or at least to not have a problem with him.

If someone starts shit first, of course, all bets are off.

He tends to be more wary and closed off than normal when he meets people through his brother--Rus (Swapfell Papyrus) is a great many things, but as a judge of character...? Not always, and Mal can never trust Rus' assessment at face-value, not until he's done his own digging and come to his own judgment. 😒

Mostly, though, he tries to make a good impression on people, and if he can get someone on friendly terms, he'd prefer it, so being friendly with Mal is easier than it seems.

Getting to the point where Mal will admit that you're friends (or on the way to more), to himself, and to fully trust you as a safe person to let deeper into his life, someone who's allowed to see the less flattering, maybe even ugly parts of him... yeah, that's the uphill battle.

That's where Rus can come in for you, as the clincher!

See, if you've got some kind of relationship with Mal, and it's good, and it seems like it could be more, but you're not quite there yet, Rus will totally be your wingman. His brother likes you, you like him back...what's the problem? Mal being stupid and blind to his own emotions, like usual? No problem, he'll handle it. 😎

He's dropping hints, making 'innocent' comments, anything he can do to nudge you two closer to each other--emotionally or physically, subtly or not-so-subtly.

...Though in the end, the most important part is just that Rus likes you. When Mal does finally start thinking about what his future is going to look like with someone new in it, his first thought is of how they'll slot into the (very small) family he's made.

If you've already gotten Rus' blessing... the only thing left for Mal to consider is how he's going to ask you to be his.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton's S/O is a book lover, and every time they're walking in front of a bookstore, they will beg Skeleton to go in and inevitably get out of there with a tower of books bigger than them. Who's resisting and avoid their S/O to go bankrupt? Who goes inside and gets trapped in the book hell as well?

Undertale Sans - You contaminated him. Sans loves to read as well, and the more time he spends inside the book store, the harder it is to not look at the sci-fi bookshelves. It always ends with him saying himself that it can't hurt to just look at the books, and then that it can't hurt to check the cool bookcover of that book, and in the blink of an eye, he has three books in the hands and he goes to pay for them in a sigh, not even trying to understand how that happened.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus is the voice of reason and keeps reminding you that you both need to eat the rest of the month and to please not pick more than one book. That is, until he notices that cool book nook puzzle thingy, gets completely obsessed with it, and ends up buying it even though it's more expensive than all the books you bought. Stop looking at him like that! That doesn't mean anything!

Underswap Sans - Sadly, Blue is a horrible heartless monster and drags you away as you whine pitifully, holding to the door with all you have. He picks you up like a potato bag and kidnaps you from your favorite place. You can only wave goodbye at the bookstore, you're not going in today.

Underswap Papyrus - Yeah, well, he's not the one who's going to stop you. By the time you turn around to ask if he wants to go in, he's already inside, on a shopping spree in the romance section of the shop. You both go out of here with so many books he needs to teleport them home so you can go on with your day. You're both getting scolded like children by Blue when you're coming home.

Underfell Sans - He rolls his eyes, but he's also a good boyfriend and he wants his S/O to be happy, so he tells them to pick a book. He's going to pay. He ends up paying for 10 books, confused about how that even happened, and feeling like he got scammed. Yeah, you can be god damn happy about it. You're lucky he's nice. He's so going to fall for it the next time you go there, yet once again.

Underfell Papyrus - He agreed on one book, and there's no way you're getting more than that. You try to negotiate, but you quickly understand that negotiating with a lawyer leads nowhere. He's stubborn, and he won't change his mind. You grumble as you pick one book and put the others down, trying to guilt him with sad eyes. That doesn't work. But nice try, though.

Horrortale Sans - Well, he needed a break. Oak doesn't mind. It makes you happy, and he likes to see you happy. He just sits in a corner, grabs a book, tries to focus on reading the first line and immediately falls asleep right after. You don't realize it's a problem before you try to wake him up after you bought your books, and... And realize he's not waking up. Oak is a heavy sleeper; he's not moving from there before his two-hour nap is done. Good luck with that.

Horrortale Papyrus - He loves books as well, but isn't it a little too much? He can't help you carry all the books, so he stares as you're trying to walk out, struggling to not make any books fall. He's walking closely behind you, anxious you're going to knock yourself out if they fall, and warning you that he can't carry you to the hospital if you hurt yourself.

Swapfell Sans - He cringes a bit as he sees the number on the cash register, but pays for it. He has money, he doesn't use it, he guesses he can do that for you. It still hurts, though. He could have bought you a nice piece of jewelry with that money. He doesn't understand why you're finding books so much more attractive than his luxury jewels. But fine.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's a terrible influence, as Rus is surprisingly good at pitching books. Every book he's pitching you ends up on your pile, and it gets worse as you reach the manga section, as you end up buying the integral series of a manga he told you was so good you would love it. That's 111 books by the way. Rus assures you that's ok because Nox is paying. What he didn't tell you is that he stole his brother's credit card and that you're both dead the second you put a foot back home.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He sighs. You're taking way too long to pick your books. He walks to the counter, puts his credit card on the table, and says he's going to buy the bookstore, please. The poor employee stares at him in bewilderment. What? He said "Please", now give him the bookstore? It's not that complicated, right?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He just sends a text to Wine to say he's going to buy books, then he empties the entire artbook section as you stare in disbelief, and goes to pay for it, so happy. Wow. You have twenty books in your hands, but even you are shocked. You have a feeling no one taught Coffee how to spend his money in a frugal way. Maybe you should talk with Wine about this. ... But then Wine would stop paying for your books. On second thought, maybe you're not going to talk about this lol.

[darkpetal16]

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge) General Headcanons Comm for @lov3lycandi

This man has an obsessive need for control.

Not in the sense that he has to control people, but rather he has to be in control of himself and his environment. He is a meticulous, detail-oriented, organizational machine and will not relent for a single day (not even if he’s so sick his brothers are literally tying him down to his bed to force rest).

Aspiration boards? More like 10-step plans on how he WILL make his goals happen. He doesn’t believe in manifesting when he’s got two hands, a sharp mind, and the stubbornness to go head to head in an argument with his brothers and win.

He is a unique mixture of insecure and confident. Insecure about his lack of friends, insecure about his magical prowess compared to his brothers, insecure about his regrets. . . and a mask of confidence to hide it all.

Anyone meeting him for the first time would think he’s a narcissist.

But anyone who takes the time to get to know him would see that’s only a facade to fool himself.

He wants friends.

But his upbringing (kill or be killed), default tone (aggressive & loud), and overall demeanor makes that hard (impossible). Even if you manage to look past all of that, you’ll find he can be endearingly socially awkward at times. He gets flustered easily when dealing with foreign situations (i.e. making friends, having fun, going on dates, etc)

If you enter his life, you either enter it with the intention of keeping pace with him. . . Or with the intention he will make you keep pace with him.

You are friend, or you are nothing. There is no in between.

As a friend, he’s great to have. While social cues can go over his head, he can and will go out of his way to learn your cues. Just as he picked up on his brothers’ needs, he’ll learn what you need to function—and more importantly thrive.

Honestly, if you’re ever inclined to mental funks or ruts, this man has you (although you may wish otherwise sometimes).

He’s kept Red alive after all these years, he’ll surely do the same to you!

His form of “help” comes in overbearing planning, “training” to get stronger, and if you aren’t willingly touching the grass he is throwing you onto it. If you need medication, he’s got his own mental alarm clock and will follow up with you on the daily to double check you’ve taken your meds. It’ll become a routine.

And if he’s unable to? He’s calling you. If he can’t do that, he’ll kick Red until he does it.

The man is dead set on bringing out the best in all those around him, even if they’re kicking and screaming at him not to.

As a lover, all of this is amplified. His earnest need for you to be well is compounded by his desperation to keep you alive.

He’s seen enough death, don’t make him witness yours.

Thankfully, he does act with a layer of delicate sweetness.

Instead of aggressive help, it comes as blustered pleas demands and a lot more hand holding (literally). If he sees you struggling, he will be your support in both a literal and metaphorical sense.

On the note of being his lover this man gets jealous.

His insecurities won’t magically disappear by dating you.

However, because he has a self-appointed appearance to maintain, he will vehemently deny being jealous. Even though it will be painfully obvious to you and everyone around you. He will be moody, petty, and if the situation doesn’t fix itself soon he will become aggressive towards the person he’s jealous of.

He won’t kill anyone over it, but he will challenge people to duels.

He’ll get better with time. The longer you’re together, and the more he feels secure in the relationship the less his jealousy will come out.

This man will be hardheaded, loud, impatient, jealous, and demanding—

But.

He will be your rock. He will be your foundation. He will fight for you, encourage you, and be the biggest supporter in your life.

It doesn’t matter what you do with your life.

As long as you keep him in it, he’ll stand by your side through everything.

He hopes you’ll do the same for him.

On an extra note:

It doesn’t matter if you can’t keep up with him physically. He won’t look down on you for it or anything like that—he knows he’s a cut above the rest after all. You can still enjoy his puzzles, which is all that really matters.

[magic-hcs]

If your requests are still open, can I ask for some hc's from the guys from HT and HF where the reader praises them and kisses their scars? these poor boys need more love 😭😭♡

These boys so do need more love! Thank you for being patient with me, I enjoyed writing this!

Warnings: light angst, insecurities, low self-esteem, mentions of trauma

Bear: Horrortale Sans

Bean: Horrortale Papyrus

Rust: horrorfell Sans

Thatch: Horrorfell Papyrus

Time to cast some magic and see what we’ll get!✨

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Bear: The purrs are loud with this one as your lips sweetly press against the little cracks and dents in his bones. At least, as long as you stay away from the gaping hole in his skull. It’s way too sensitive for your lips, not to mention, the edges are sharp. Bear would feel so bad if you accidentally cut yourself on it.

Don’t get me started on when you start to throw praises and doting on him with words into the mix, my will be man is a goner plain and simple.

Of course, in the beginning when you start to do this, Bear short-circuits and needs to process what you just did. But he will always accept any affection you want to give him. Only when you move on or leave Bear to his own thoughts do the intrusive little buggers start to plague him with insecurities.

They range from jabs at his conditions, his appearance and past. Trying to pick him apart and disprove all the praises and love you’ve just given him. Ever the stubborn man who struggles with it internally, refusing to burden anyone else with it, tries to push through it and ignore his thoughts. Which has never helped him at all - one would think he finally gets that it's not healthy or helpful behavior after so long of doing it and it backfiring in his face.

Luckily, Bean is observant and perceptive, knowing his dear brother like no other, helpfully nudges him open. (By playing the we-will-always-be-truthful-to-each-other-card…No one ever said that Bean doesn’t play dirty. If it helps his brother in the long run, he’s making use of it). And of course, it helps. Once he opened up to you about it and you two found a way to not trigger his intrusive thoughts - by spreading your praises and scar kissings throughout the day instead of all in one go - Bear will always readily accept any affections you give him.

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Bean: At the start of the relationship - when monsters haven’t surfaced all that long ago - Bean noticed you had gotten way more affectionate towards him than you had been before. Which, of course, isn’t a bad thing; everyone is different and some people just get more touchy and lovey when in a romantic relationship. But it did lightly trigger his skepticism like a knee-jerk reaction.

Back in the underground…well, let’s just say that Bean has a good reason why he looks for meanings behind certain actions and behavior thanks to some who acted nice not out of the goodness of their soul or heart.

It’s not your fault of course, nor could Bean be at fault.

Just something from the past that Bean took with him to the surface.

You don’t have to worry however, he knows you well enough to know that you don’t have any ulterior motive with your affections. So for Bean it will be easy enough to push those reflexive skeptical thoughts aside, or rationalize them.

Once he gets used to it, he’ll return the favor. You want to kiss Bean’s scars? Go right ahead, while you’re doing that, Bean will place skelekisses on your marked skin. Tracing his phalanges sweetly over the dents and lighter or darker lines on your body, while he himself shivers slightly as your lips press against the cracks on his bones. It’s a very sweet and domestic quality time between the two of you. It becomes even better when either one of you had been having a tough day, building each other up with each tender kiss.

Bean cannot quite imagine a life without your sweet, sweet kisses. He treasures them and you deeply.

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Rust: It’s a healing feeling that Rust at first didn’t know what to do with. He stood there, frozen while you kissed his scars. Trying to process what’s going on inside him and what you’re doing. There had been times when Rust stared at you with his sometimes unnerving unblinking gaze before asking “…why?”.

It’s a slow progress of him getting used to it, but it’s so worth it in the end.

Now, Rust knows and been with you long enough to know when you’re about to shower him in praises and kisses. To say he adores those times is an understatement. He wants to completely lean and sag against you as you nuzzle him. Whispering sweet nothings in his non-existent ear while you kiss every crack, scar and dent that litters his face.

But there’s a time that is his favorite when you decide to pamper him like this. And that is when the two of you lie in bed together, either when waking up in the morning, or going to sleep or just cuddling together. With you either snuggled up to his side or lying on his bare chest (yes he has shoved some pillows inside his ribcage to make it more comfortable for you. And yes it feels weird to have those things inside his ribs but anything for you, not that he would say it out loud.)

It feels warm, it feels intimate. The way you look at him in the eyelight, murmuring so sweetly as you stroke your fingers across his scarred ribs and bones. And you do without a motive, you just want to do this. Showing Rust love and care he had never thought he’d wanted, desired, craved or needed. And oh, how he needed and craved it. Your love is like a silky cloth that gets softly pulled across his bones like a gentle wave. It’s a liquid warmth that fills the cracks and mental scars putting him back together like one does a treasured vase with golden glue.

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Thatch: Oh, oh gosh… Thatch doesn’t know what to do with this, honestly. His mind cannot really wrap around it? After all, how could he deserve such love from you that you just want to shower him with praises and kiss the cracks in his face and ribs? How is he supposed to function when you take his prosthetic arm and hand in yours and kiss the fingers and knuckles so tenderly? Never taking your eyes - that are full of so, so much love that he is undeserving of - off his own sockets.

You know of his past, he knows you do, he has told you himself that night full of so many tears and vulnerability. So Thatch can’t really grasp that despite it all, despite you knowing what he did, the monster that he is in every single way possible, you still hold him as if he deserves something. As if he deserves to be loved, that he deserves to be reassured.

You’re breaking him in even tinier little pieces, unraveling him at the seams, slowly but surely, until all that's left of him…and you’re putting him back together with such care and gentle hands and lips with every touch, with every kiss and words of praise.

It’s after a long time that Thatch slowly starts to be able to mentally accept the affections you wish to bestow upon him. And it’s after an even longer time that he manages to push the little voice in the back of his mind that whispers; ‘they don’t truly mean that, they don’t truly love you. It’s just pity,’ away.

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Thank you for participating in this spell, I hope it was to your satisfaction.

[i-was-in-too-many-fandoms]

✨My journey with drawing Papyrus✨✨✨

for no reason other than i find it really funny and very inspirational

im not the best artist, but i’d always wanted to learn how to draw papyrus (cos he’s just so cool). so i looked up a sprite and just straight up copied it.

but that didn’t give me a good handle on how to get the little details, bc im not good at interpreting pixel details lmao

so i looked up fanart to copy!!!

as u can see its sorta meh lol

but what it did do though, was give me a sense of how you can stylise him, and also his facial expressions, which was smth i couldn’t get from just copying the pixel art (because i wasn’t confident enough yet to just use my imagination)

and theeeenn uhh

i tried drawing him from scratch 💀💀💀💀💀💀

RRRRR i fucking hate this drawing but it was definitely a turning point

i experimented a lot with facial expressions and ESPECIALLY the shape of his face (which is something i change up even now)

THEN WE GOT HERE!!!

THERE IS IMPROVEMENT EVEN THOUGH I ALSO HATE THIS DOODLE

and after a while…

i felt confident enough to make up my own poses for him!~~

at that stage, i was getting pretty confident in my ability to draw papyrus with no references.

and theeeeenn…

IT GOT BETTER

introducing: The ‘Looking Up Actual Skeletons For Reference’ Era

after about a month of that, i didn’t even need a skeleton reference lmao

and so we get to my most recent sketch

i actually love this one

this journey really cemented papyrus as my favourite undertale character. i drew him all the time in my school notes (which definitely helped), and loved making larger coloured pencil pieces with him in them. i would’ve never grown so fond of mr dinosaur egg oatmeal had i not suddenly decided to draw him 7 months ago….

lesson learned: just keep doodling and messing about and copy as much fanart as you want (nobody online is there to see it and accuse you of stealing if you’re just sketching alone…) and if you’re stubborn enough then you’ll get better >:]

[silly-salty-utdr-rants]

papyrus backstory rant repost from main

you know what isnt acknowledged enough?

we know more about sans and gaster's backstories than papyrus'.

what we know about gasters backstory:

he was the royal scientist, he likely had a lot of hubris, he built the core, he fell into the core, pieces of his existence were scattered across time and space, he had a following of people that were seemingly also caught in the blast and was/is somehow connected to papyrus, sans, the player, chara and deltarune. certainly not the most detailed but a damn good basic outline

what we know about sans' backstory:

he at some point was a scientist, there is a mysterious group of people he will supposedly never see again, he is likely the older of the 2 brothers, he might have seen a human before frisk, he at some point lost hope of ever returning to an unspecified location and at some point gained the title of judge. still relatively vague and some clues are fairly out of the way but still, a good idea of who he was before frisk fell and flowey fucked around

what we know about papyrus' backstory:

he came from somewhere unknown with green grass, he doesnt like hotland for unknown reasons, he made the battle body a few weeks before frisk fell, flowey took a liking to him for unknown reasons, undyne likely only recently started training him but when she did it was because he waited outside her house all night, he was apparently feeling down for a while before frisk fell and.. what else?

this vague ass tiny idea of what he maybe did like a month before we meet him hardly serves as a backstory. and funny enough this is all i can garner from oh idk THE CHARACTER WITH THE MOST LINES OF DIALOGUE IN THE WHOLE GAME SECOND ONLY TO THE NARRATOR! this is why i lovingly dub paps the king of deflection, as another example lets look at the time someone in the papyrus qna asked what he looked like when he was younger and in response he played dumb to be purposefully stingey about his past and try to show a picture of himself from the day before through a textbox. and its not like he doesnt know what hes doing, hes stubborn not stupid, thats why he vaguely hints at truelab during a phonecall despite moments before pretending he doesnt know what a lab IS, thats why he plays dumb around sans, thats why he seemingly lies to frisk about his knowledge of hotland, thats why he knows how to use reverse psychology well enough to manipulate UNDYNE of all people, and thats why he brushes off sans' time shenanigans as yet another prank across time and space, because he is the king of deflection and we dont know shit about his backstory and neither does anyone ingame, so if he does end up being the knight, he's hidden bigger bombshell secrets before, so why stop now?

[capricioussun]

I was trying really hard to be normal abt that platonic reader fic but I can't bc I can't ever be normal n not angsty abt anything

That being said I think uf Papyrus has SUCH a difficult relationship to socializing and the way he’s perceived. Underground, half the monsters didn't take him seriously and the other half were scared witless of him, and even those who knew he was more bark than bite knew better than to let that determine how they approached him because of Sans and Undyne, too.

And underground that was good. It was good to be feared or respected or at the very least left alone. It was part of his and Sans whole bit to keep themselves safe and in the kings good graces (as much as they ever could be). A tenuous balancing act that kept them safe because their choices were safe or dead, there wasn't room for considering things like happiness or quality of life.

And then surfacing and all the complicated joys and grievances that came with it. The prejudice, the uncertainty, the incredible possibilities and opportunities.

Humans are stronger than monsters. If one human child can decimate them so easily I can't imagine what kind of threat an adult would appear as, and not only that by they hold all the political power as well. Monsters are playing by their rules to achieve any sort of place on the surface.

Not just their political rules but their social ones too now, and I can't imagine a Papyrus that doesn't struggle immensely even with social cues and rules they've grown up with, let alone entirely new ones introduced with tremendous consequences behind them.

And then stick that Papyrus in one of the highest ranking positions in charge of handling monsterkind's future on the surface. I cannot even begin to imagine how intimidating that would be.

There's so much at play, so much stress, so many expectations, he’s already had experience playing at being untouchable, but god, it's so different now, too, because he has to be strong, unshakable, but he can't be intimidating and untrustworthy. He has to inspire confidence, not fear, he has to be professional and diplomatic, but stubborn enough to get the job done. And it's not just his and Sans' lives on the line anymore.

Even with everyone else's help it's just...insane really thinking about how difficult it would be on Papyrus post surfacing and acting as Ambassador. His people are scared and cagey, but hopeful and at their most vulnerable, and now they're looking to him to pave the path ahead. Steel enough to forge the way, malleable enough to cushion against rough waters, but always sturdy enough to handle it all.

I'd imagine even without those pressures, even if he didn't become the ambassador, there would still be so much difficulty in changing his outlook on how he’s meant to appear to others. Striking fear into the hearts of others isn't really the goal anymore but it's been so long he’s not really sure what else he can be.

He’s been shaped this way by his world. Sharp and rigid, necessary when needed but unlike his guard armor he can't take it off. It doesn't protect him anymore. As a matter of fact, it hampers him.

Fear means safety but it also means distance. Loneliness. Bad first impressions and a lot of complex feelings when just his appearance alone is enough to make a stranger cross the street rather than risk walking past him.

So yeah I think whenever he meets ppl like Frisk who r just kinda immediately like 'umm. Ur my friend now we're having soft tacos for dinner' he is SO unprepared, and SO uncertain, but it's not fear so it's not safe but it's not like that anymore, right? It's okay to be liked. It's okay to be likable. Right?

And then that's it own whole cans of worms because uh oh! Looks like you don't actually know how to do that, do you! You've spent so long wearing that mask you don't know what's underneath it anymore. All the while having to try and gauge if it's safe to take it off yet, and not knowing what you'll find if you do.

[sharkie-ds]

🍷Donfell papyrus 🍷

He just so rahhhhh again he belongs to @sovlstr

-The first one is kinda one of their third encounter where they are staring to become associate/friends

-second one is him thinking of d in the dress but he’s not gonna act on it for a while because i feel like he’s stubborn on what he knows

[painted-bees]

a song from the Undertale OST started playing during our drive this morning to remind me that Undertale is a thing that exists and is Very Good.

And I got thinking about how much Margie would absolutely love this game. I think it'd probably be her first introduction to Toby Fox, as well--and there's no way she wouldn't become a very fast fan of his work. And then grow immensely jealous[positive] upon learning that he's been hired by gamefreak or w/e to compose tracks for their games. She wants to make music for a Kirby game sOOO BADLY lmao.

Her fave character would probably be Alphys and Metatron lmao [and more specifically, box Metatron]...And the whole Temmie village. And all the dogs. Oh my god, she'd love the dogs. Actually, forget all that. Her favorite character would be the abandoned quiche. No contest.

Margie would have made it past Toriel without killing her. She would have refused to hit her so long as there was always another option. She'd have assumed eventually that the game would railroad her into killing Toriel after exhausting all the dialogue--at which point, she would have just stopped playing lmao. But her stubborn perseverance actually pays off, and that's when she's like "Oh, this is really special. Raf NEEDS to see this." And then plays it from the beginning again so he can see the whole thing with her.

Raf would absolutely, immediately be skeeved by Toriel lmao he would not trust the sweet goat mom--not until he notices that she actively avoids hitting you with her attacks after a while. Even then, he still finds her...suspicious...but she gets a pass. On the other hand, I think Raf would be immediately fond of Flowey as the "realist shithead" in the game. It's obvious to him what Flowey's about and Raf gets him immediately lmao. As the game progresses, Flowey only cements himself further as Raf's fave character. Sans has the opposite effect LMAO the more the story progresses, the more Raf's like "that guy's the bbeg 100% he's got so much hate in him I can feel it my bones." Loves Papyrus, tho. Especially after the "date".

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

Papyrus Mono Asterisk

7 ATK 3 DEF

Likes to say, "Nyeh heh heh!"

Multiverse Nickname: Presto

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Asexual/Aromantic/Aroace

Age: 19

Height: 5'6" (and a quarter)

Skeleton Subtype: Script

Font: Papyrus

Case: Uppercaser

Family: Sans

Debut: Chapter 1 (A Cold Reception)

Personality:

Enthusiastic

Energetic

Overly confident

Kind

Witty

Sarcastic

Persistent

Resilient

Optimistic

Open-minded

Cares to the absolute extreme

Protective

Determined

Brave

Bold

Emotional

Creative

Self-centred (but not in a mean-spirited way)

Stubborn

Somewhat aggressive

Short-tempered

Arrogant

Secretly insecure

Naïve

Magic Abilities:

Bone attacks (white and blue)

Gaster Blasters

Blue magic (can control gravity)

Limited access to the void (can see through it, can dive in and out of it for a short period of time etc)

Cartoon Logic

Flight

Giant bone spear

Reality Warping

Musical Number Activation

Weird hands...

Skills:

Engineering (loves to create puzzles)

Puzzle solving

Arts and Crafts (drawing, painting, sculpting etc.)

Limited people skills (is good at manipulation and tricking people)

Athleticism (despite his clumsiness)

Strength (not as strong as Undyne, but he can lift a lot)

Battling and sparring

Observation skills (less pronounced, but it's there)

High emotional intelligence

Cooking(???)

Likes:

Adventure!

Puzzles

Banter

Magic

Music

Fighting

Cooking spaghetti (comes later)

Social media

Trends

Oatmeal

Milkshakes

Friendship

Hugs

Art

Japes

Video games

Puns (yes, even Sans', he just doesn't want him to know that)

Receiving gifts

Seeing his brother happy

Santa

Dislikes:

Grease

Hotland

Getting made fun of

Loneliness

Sleep

Sans getting hurt

People who don't even try to be good people, even after he gave him guidance (looking at you, Jerry!)

Dogs (somewhat)

Having his bone attacks stolen

Ruining childhoods

Being restricted

Strong smells

Fizzy drinks

Fears:

Bugs

Disappointing Sans

Being alone

Places that are too quiet

Being forgotten

Fun Facts:

He's a talented artist. His talents include painting, drawing, and sculpting.

He has a social media account and regularly "checks up on potential friends". Like Alphys, for example. It makes her skeptical.

Will rave about whatever he's interested in at the time, mainly puzzles.

He doesn't like sleeping and will only take naps. Even then, his dreams aren't particularly pleasant.

He is fully aware that he is a goofball, and loves being one! On the other side of the coin, though, he's painfully aware of how friendless he is. His main goal in life is to make friends and be a good example to people.

He has had many phases when he was younger! A superhero phase, a cowboy phase, a gothic skateboarder phase.

He's terrible at skateboarding.

He's very good at keeping track of his surroundings, but he's also very, very clumsy. Chances are he'll fall down the stairs about 33.5% of the time.

A lot of the clothes he wears are either modified by him or created by Sans. He cherishes all of Sans' gifts.

His scarf was actually made by Sans when they were kids. He's been either wearing it or carrying it around ever since. That's why it's so tattered. It's due for another repair soon.

He has a weird thing going on with his hands, which is why he almost always wears gloves.

Somehow, he's so good at suppressing bad memories that he genuinely gave himself amnesia. As a result, huge chunks of his childhood are missing from his memory.

On the autism spectrum. Isn't aware of it. He doesn't know whether he'd be better off knowing or not, really.

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

Imagine instead of battling Asgore, Frisk makes many monsters as possible sign a petition to stop the war against humanity and to let Frisk use their still living soul on the barrier...

Because at this point, Asgore is mainly doing this because his people want him to... so if he learns that they don't, he'll happily stop...

(In this story, Frisk is a sassy pacifist, but hasn't properly bonded with Papyrus, Undyne and Alphys yet...)

Frisk gets everyone in Snowdin to sign the petition.

Frisk convinces Papyrus to sign, if Frisk hangs out with Papyrus.

Frisk convinces Sans to sign, after threatening to tell Toriel that he failed to keep his promise to protect Frisk.

Papyrus convinces Frisk to try getting Undyne to sign, but Frisk doubts that Undyne will listen... Undyne assumes that Frisk has come to gloat about their victory or wanting to be friends, but Frisk says no, they're here because Papyrus wants Undyne to sing a pro-human anti-war petition... but Frisk believes that Undyne will refuse, because Undyne is a stubborn racist jerk, so Frisk tells Undyne to say no and get it over with... but Undyne agrees to hear about the anti-war petition, mainly out of spite to Frisk... but Frisk brings up many decent points to Undyne, so Undyne finally signs it.

Frisk convinces Alphys into signing it, through a combo of logic and guilt tripping.

Frisk convinces Mettaton to sign; by saying he'll be a famous hero to both monsters and humans.

Frisk shows all the signed signatures to Asgore and Asgore happily declares the war has been stopped, as Frisk uses their soul to break the barrier.

An hour later, Toriel tries to rescue Frisk from Asgore, but Frisk and Asgore have already brought peace together.