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RAAAAHHHHH FELL SANS PLAYLIST LETS GOOOOO THIS IS FOR THE EDGY LOSERRRR. HAVE A BRACELET TO GO WITH IT TOO!! ENJOY!

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May we have some Saint x Reader headcanons?As I noticed you did some for the other two I had requested though am curious about him.

🌼Saint x Reader Headcanons🌼

I would love to share, since he's one of my favorites generally! This is a different setup, more similar to my other ones, but I tried combining it to shake things up. I hope you enjoy (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Receiving:

- Physical Touch: 37%. He struggles a lot on a daily basis, having you hold his hand or hug him makes him melt. He loves to feel your warmth, to sleep on your lap and just feel your hands touch him. Even if he's initially hesitant to receive any physical touch, he's deprived of a gentle touch and it would make him feel wonderful to receive it

- Quality Time: 27%. He's naturally more reserved, but spending time with you alone makes him happy. Just sitting with you while you cook or do a task while he watches is relaxing, and gives him a sense of security due to being paranoid at times

- Words of Affirmation: 23%. Like Vanilla, being checked in on and having someone listen and care about what's on his mind only to reassure his worries is helpful. He's not used to hearing the things he's told, and is in some sort of disbelief over it, but he will only weakly protest if he isn't sure how to receive words of affirmation

- Acts of Service: 10%. Having someone help him when he freezes up or is unsure of what to do is wonderful. Someone who's patient enough to help him when he gets frustrated or when he doesn't remember. He is a little skeptical at first, but to see you not mind providing food or help, for example, slowly builds his trust overtime. He's a skeleton who knows that most individuals want some when they do something for others, so when he realizes that you're not that way he's going to cling onto that

- Gift Receiving: 3%. Physical items mean very little to him anymore. He only cares at the end of the day about his loved ones. But, he appreciates what he's given and he appreciates food most of the time. He will keep the gifts you give him too

Giving:

- Physical Touch: 35%: He'll rest his head against you, hold your hand, or pull you into his lap and cuddle. He's the largest Sans and is rather cuddly with those he loves, so he has a tendency to always try and be around you or touch you. He also tends to be possessive with those he loves, so once the two of you establish a relationship, he will try to always find an exuse

- Quality Time: 32%. He'll listen to you talk for hours, giving his undivided attention to you. As long as he can be around you, keep an eye on you, he will be happy

- Acts of Service: 16% He'll sometimes do things for you to relieve stress even if he doesn't like doing it. For example, he'll even make sure to behave with those he dislikes if it brings you less stress. As petty and rude as he can be to others, he's going to do his best to make you happy. If you're upset, he always comes to you eventually if you don’t ask him for help yourself beforehand. He’s either going to directly ask what is wrong, or he's going to pick up on what you need if you don't feel like talking or are too stressed to answer coherently. After all, he shows his support through action. He’d invite you to lay down with him, and let you cry on his chest for as long as you need or relieve you of stress through taking care of a problem that you have.

- Words of Affirmation: 13%. When you feel insecure, he will provide support or show his appreciation. He won't do it often, and he kinda sucks at doing it, but he can give you solid support even if it's not flowered up. Most of the time hes not the most reassuring, but he's good at being honest when you need it.

- Receiving Gifts: 3%. He doesn't find it necessary to get gifts, but he'll bring you charms you'll like. He also has a tendency to sew items for you on the occasion.

Details: He needs someone who's kind, patient, and compassionate. Someone who doesn't judge him or his brother and shows empathy rather than disgust. The more honest you are, the better as well. He doesn't like people who hide things He may not be a romantic guy, though. His "ideal date" is doing whatever his partner likes, as long as it's not too overwhelming. He's a more quiet lover, someone who will nuzzle against you and cuddle when the opportunity arises. If someone bothers you, he can be quick to get aggressive. He's snappish, sarcastic, and even threatening to those he deems a danger or out of line. He'll sometimes even get in their face, demanding an apology. He won't hesitate to get physical, but he has to reach a point first and usually will be the one taking initiative. He's touchy about what he considers "his", and so if he sees someone try to get too touchy then he'll wrap you in his hold and glare with a smile. Of course, he won't be rude to you, and if you tell him to knock it off then he will. At least,,,in front of you. He won't stop harassing or being smug towards someone, doing petty acts and even making it harder for the person to bother you or him. He'll play innocent in front of you though. If he's jealous, the best thing to do is to reassure him with letting him hold you or feeling your affection as he's silently stewing until he calms down. You don't deserve stress and you don't deserve someone treating you like shit when you're a good person, so he won't tolerate someone treating you badly. Overall, even if he has to work on some stuff, you deserve a good lover, and he will do anything to make you happy.

Pitch Serrif

MAW-HAHAH! IT'S THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE UNDERFELL PAPYRUS! Well, at least mostly?? Why don't we explore that, hm?

Remember that some of this IS canon! Check Underfell's official account

- Official height is 6'6

- He/Him

- If music is playing and he likes it, he'll dance to it with precision and skill. After all, it's a form of exercise and skill

- Makes Lasagna instead of spaghetti and is an excellent cook

- Doesn't admit his admiration for his brother and how he wants to be strong for him in order to protect him

- He has a scary temper, as he can be impatient and impulsive while at times throwing a tantrum

- Observant, brave, impulsive, ambitious, charming, proud, bossy, loud, sassy, stubborn, cynical, intuitive, dramatic, theatrical, neat freak, and blunt

- He can be deeply insecure, but he covers it up

- Can be quite the gentleman when he wants to be, such as inside the store isle while bumping into someone or helping someone with their groceries

- He won't admit it but he loves poetry, telenovelas, and plays

- He listens to opera in the morning while making breakfast, no one interrupt him

- He wants to be close with Red again, as he knows that time has separated them

- He had a good relationship with his brother, and now it's slightly tense at times as he often fights with him or the two disagree on things

- He doesn't get extremely jealous often

- He craves companionship, but it's not obvious due to his nature and job considering he brushes away gestures of kindness in fear that it's a trap

- He struggles with handling his emotions, going outside and disappearing for a few hours to attack some trees or overall practice fighting to get this feelings out

- Does not blame Red for the Asgore incident anymore, even if he was temporarily angry with him because he was scarred

- He actually hates violence and fighting, but keeps it secret since being in the royal guard is a painful necessity he had to do

- He is a cat person, and owns a cat named Doomfanger. He doesn't know that Red is allergic or that Red is intimidated by Doomfanger at times

- He can be obliviously considerate at times, awkwardly supportive with a sort of "it's not like I actually care" or "I am not being nice, you're just being an idiot"

- He can suck at apologizing unless its towards Asgore because he had to learn the hard way

- His magic smells of rose and cedarwood, while his magic tastes like cinnamon with a hint of peach

- Secretly a huge romantic, he has a whole journal about it he keeps secret

- He became strong to feel like he can protect Red. He's frustrated that his relationship is stunted because of Red

- Likes only evil puns

- Hardly laughs, he snorts instead

- he "hmph's!" and "mwah haw haw's" a lot

- Got his boots from Alphys when she was insistent on him wearing them

- Made his belt after beating Undyne

- Handshakes is what he prefers over fist bumps. Hugs are a rarity with him

- Gloats a lot

- Hates laughing in front of others because he thinks he sounds silly

- He is picky with company once he can allow himself to choose kt

- Hides his face and tries to be quiet when crying, gets frustrated at himself

- Side eyes Doomfanger for no reason

- Would call his lover Dear/My Dear

- Loves gossip and will talk shit

- Has excellent taste above the surface

- He'd never say anything vulgar ever, literally ever

- He doesn't choose to curse and canonically curses the least in UF. Rarely though, he will

- Hates wearing his official armor, only wearing it for official business

- Papyrus absolutely hates Asgore, but respects Undyne too much to outright revolt

- Pitch's room: "Instead of the crossbone poster it’s the infamous “ hang in there !” Cat poster ( sans got for him as a joke ) and next to that is probably a full sized mirror. There’s a picture on the wall with a bunch of knives and sharp objects that were thrown at it. Cant make it out who it is since it’s covered with sharp objects and torn up ( it’s Asgore) . Papyrus would have a coat hanger too with a dark hot pink coat on it." Written and paraphrasing Underfella

- Canonically owns a cowboy outfit

- Pitch is the one who makes the chimichangas that are sold by Red

- Can make a very good high pitched voice impression

- Tried to kill Frisk with a many-layered cheese lasagna which was delicious, but also horrible for their health

- Is the one to protect Frisk when Undyne fights them. Can end with closure or betrayal

- Papyrus is not the lead of the Royal guard, and instead he just handles the front work. [he has never failed any of the work he does]

- Butts heads with Undyne, believing he can surpass her, but then understands why she’s captain when they spar.

- He’s actually almost matched with Undyne’s strength

- A hub for cats

- if you tell him a joke that isn’t evil, he will not understand it

- No one hurts his brother. Ever.

- No one is allowed to interrupt his cooking. He prefers to make spicy meals

- More caring than he realizes sometimes, going out of his way for the others in the house in order to take care of them

- In truth, he envies Cyperus in many ways. He doesn't talk to him about it though

Closing Notes: I think there should be more depth to him beyond being mean or how people made him abusive towards Red. Red calls him Boss and it's something Pitch canonically doesn't care for. He's fun to write about and think on, and I crave more moments of quiet, intimate stuff in fanfics than we get. I love him so much

I'VE BEEN TWEAKING BECAUSE I HIT A WAVE OF LETHARGY AND WHEN I SAW MY DRAFT I NEARLY SHIT OUT BRICKS IN HORROR. I AM EXCITED TO SEE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WRITING

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and so your naturally stern expression softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. He wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh? He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion. He promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he father's based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with ordinary men or monsters like him, not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic left his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. "It's Pitch." You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask, repeat it just the same to him to remember. He wanted to pry further, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders. He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asks dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest. Now what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. "Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes.

"A Human who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find a sharp jab, and instead he pauses his ruthless running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it. They're not built for the seas." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

.

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From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

Reaper Sans

He doesn't want much, just forever. I really love him, actually. I wish he was given a proper love. Headcanons for him below

Official Height: Varies but usually 7'2

Nihilist

Quiet, perceptive, reserved, responsible, weary, patient, curious, cautious, cynical, remorseful, distrustful, pessimistic, well mannered, reflective, and ruthless

A God of Death

His job is to reap souls that are persistent about avoiding death

Cannot touch anything that's alive, as it dies

It's implied that he hates his job

Keeps tabs on Killer and Nightmare

He is lonely, only visiting his brother sometimes since they're always so busy

I like to think he hums to himself a lot

Watches mundane activities or objects wistfully

Often found observing gardens but never touching anything

Found terrifying and ominous to others, I think he encourages it to avoid making connections

His weapon is a chain linked pair of two scythes. Uses the chain to bind runners

Has multiple wings, but often has two large ones at will

Usually has no eyelights unless using magic

Can transform into a crow to spy on others

He finds fate mostly stupid, especially since he hates that it's "fate" that he can't touch what is alive without killing it

He has an hourglass for each soul

Can float around and prefers to around others, especially since it makes him feel cool

Air and life grows cold in his presence

Candles often extinguish in his presence

Secretly, he is a romantic

Often wistfully looks at the moon, his love, for it never leaves him and is as cold as he is

Was once gifted a glass flower, it stays in his inventory

His magic is a light blue to white, whispy and milky to the color

Often visits souls who are close to their time, even going so far as to visit when they're toeing the line in moments they're unaware that their life is at risk

He hates those who waste their lives away, doing nothing with their gifts

His magic smells of rain over a garden

He hates that the other Gods make his job harder during battles, especially since most of those lives didn't deserve to die so quickly

Morally grey, he has done things that others find heartless

He can spend hours sniffing candles and perfumes, he just loves different scents

His magic weakens in life's presence

When the tree of emotions died, he mourned her death secretly while watching Nightmare mourn as well while Dream had visions of him while a statue

Sings during a hunt

He finds a thrill in chasing others when they're afraid, usually using banter despite their reluctance or fear

Closing Notes: i just think hes neat, he doesn't have a playlist I made for him that makes me insane or anything.

Me:

WHAT HAPPENED TO HI? HELLO? HOW ARE YOU? PLEASE WHAT DOES THIS MEAN??/lh/j

❤️🌹UF!Papyrus x Reader🌹❤️

This is the second half of my self indulgent x reader/yn posts for the UF!Brothers so please tell me what you think or who I should post about next! Thank you for your time :)

Receiving:

- Words of Affirmation: 33%. He wants to be told he's appreciated, that he's loved. To have his partner check in and validate how he feels or compliment sincere things about him has him faltering because wow they actually mean it

- Physical Touch: 23%. Gentle brush against his cheek, hugging him, or holding him when he's tired despite acting like he doesn't care makes him feel safe. Feeling their hands rub over his own gives him a sense of intimacy he craves

- Acts of Service: 23% Doing something to relieve him of stress, rubbing his back, or giving him a massage when he's tense fills him with appreciation. He's stubborn and independent, but if you offer to clean or cook with him? Teamwork is pleasant

- Quality Time: 13% He doesn't mind if he can't have time with you to himself, it's not too much of a bother. He appreciates when he gets it though, since that's when he can be vulnerable with you

- Receiving Gifts: 7%. Don't worry about getting him gifts, and if you do just make sure to get one for Doomfanger. He appreciates a bouquet at times though

Giving:

- Acts of Service: 37% so what if he's busy? He'll offer to run errands for you, help with chores, and even coax you that he'll handle it. He wants to make things less stressful for you

- Physical Touch: 30% He'll ruffle your hair, wrap an arm around you, or even set you in his lap so that he can help you rest. He'll make sure no one wakes you up

- Quality Time: 13% He'll make sure you both go on dates, to pamper you. Let him treat you to a nice outing, he wants to show that he wants days alone with you

- Words of Affirmation: 10% he's not the most vocal about his affection, but he will tell you that you did well on things or praise you to others when you come up

- Receiving Gifts: 10% Don't even try to argue that what he buys for you is expensive, you deserve it. He'll remember all the things you like, and make sure to pamper you when you go shopping

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Details:

He's very closed off emotionally, but being sincere with him and coaxing him to be more relaxed is a way to start. He appreciates a lover who checks in on him and shows kindness and patience when it comes to how he acts. He will have to be shown respect, and you have to show why he should respect you. He likes someone who's confident, someone who at least can defend themselves or those they love. He appreciates someone who's open-minded, and is respectful when that person doesn't treat him like shit when they first meet. He's hard to talk to because he dances around how he feels, always acting like he doesn't care or that he's indifferent about trivial matters such as drama. He doesn't bother to interact around drama, especially if you aren't close. However, he's willing to take care of you

Overtime he'll start to do small favors or want to see you specifically for an opinion. He can be very blunt, but overall theatrical too. People don't like that he's blunt, but he doesn't realize that he can be borderline rude in the process. If someone is willing to be patient, he will appreciate them and work on himself. Though, you may not see the differences he makes since it takes time and acute attention. Doomfanger also has to approve of you. He thinks that it is very important that you get her approval. If she doesn't like you, then good luck getting Pitch to be interested.

Getting this guy to realize that he has a crush on you would be a challenge. He would have to develop a strong friendship with you first. When he's romantically interested, even if he doesn't realize it, he'll practice being a gentleman and he tones down a lot when it comes to his theatrical behavior. He'll deny that he thought of you when he gets you something, or find any reason to explain his affection. He'll accidentally let it slip if you thank him, his eye lights widening and going "wait, really??" To a sudden cough and a "i MEAN-! Of course you do, I have excellent tastes."

When he starts to become aware of how he feels, his throat tightens and he feels his soul starts to act weird. He would actually first think that he's dying, or that he's troubled with sickness. In fact, it would have to be pointed out by someone he can talk to in order to realize how he feels. If it's Cyperus, he's told directly "have you considered that you might be in love?" Or if it's Lunar, he is teased with "oh of course you must be terribly sick. It's not like you would actually just be in love, right?" And he'd stoke a confession out of Pitch to make him realize. He would struggle to confess, and in fact he can be pretty restrained when he realizes how he feels for you. He stumbles, his cold persona crumbles. He finds himself doing things, letting his guard down. No, that can't be the case. He can't actually be in love, right????

When it comes to dates, he's a huge romantic and will take you to fancy restaurants or to the theatre, the opera, a play, or orchestra. He hopes you don't find them lame. He doesn't aim to please you in every aspect, but he wants approval from you. Hell be happy if you ramble about the date and you can gossip about the actors. He'll start to dress you up and tend to you while scolding you lightly. He's protective and overall willing to confront someone if they bother you. He's less discreet than the others, calling them out on their behavior and demands an apology. He'll only be pleased if they do so, and then he'll talk shit afterwards. He's intimidating, and he won't be afraid to get physical if they dare try to. He doesn't expect to be thanked and he doesn't do it just because you're lovers. He cares about you, and no one should be acting that way to begin with. It's a moral principle. If he's thanked, he'll brush it off and instead make sure to check on you physically even if you weren't touched. If you're shaken, he'll wrap you in his jacket or scarf and then gently rub your back before he takes you home without a word.

His confession sounds more like a promise, if anything. He would have to be alone with you, for starters. Imagine being up late at night, and you were having a busy day. Pitch would be the one to pick you up, especially since he would've shown more anxiety in where you are so late. When he picks you up, he'd start to scold you. After all, you should be home! But then he'd notice something. You're more quiet, and he recognizes that look on your face. He would be unsure of how to react, especially since you never let yourself be seen like this when around just him. Cyperus would be much better for this, he thinks. He obviously is the better one to go to. But then again, you chose to let him pick you up over Cyperus. You even thanked him when he picked you up. It would be quiet in the car for a while.

As you stare out the window on the way home, you suddenly notice that this isn't the way home. You'd turn to ask what he's doing, but he'd only give you a vague response. He decided that you need to go somewhere, you clearly would struggle answering questions from the other skeletons if you went home right now. You two would drive around town for awhile, hearing him mumble incoherently to himself. It would be then that he suddenly thinks of a place to take you.

He would park near the park, and gently coax you to join him. He'd scold you that you should've dressed warmer, but only gently. He'd wrap his scarf around you, move his jacket to rest over your shoulders. You two would walk, and it would be quiet. He struggles knowing how to comfort someone, how to get you to feel better. He would ask what's wrong, but he would only pry a bit if you don't open up immediately. He'd tell you that you won't feel better if you don't talk to someone, and it's okay if you don't want to talk to him about it. He'd confess that he just...wants to know if you're okay and if he's useful in any way. It's okay if you want to talk to someone else, and he knows that he's not great at this.

He'd have this softened look, but there clearly is a concealed vulnerability he is expressing. After a bit, you'd slowly talk to him and reassure him that you actually appreciate what he's doing. He took you out for a walk to clear your thoughts, considered how you'd be overwhelmed if you went home, and even checked up on you without demanding to know.

You'd take his hand, the roughness of his scars dipped into by your fingertips as you rubbed the back of his hand. He would tell you to stop that, he's supposed to be the one to check up on you. But you can see that he appreciates the reassurance, that he is listening to what you're saying. After some talking, you would open up a bit to how you're feeling. You felt like he cared to know now, after all. He would say some stuff that isn't the typical comforting words, like how he asks if you want him to fight for you. He'd talk shit about what bothered you, and tell you that you should've punched someone or that you should've cursed someone out.

He'd accidentally get you to laugh but not understand, not until you tell him. He's just- different. But that's a good thing. You appreciate that he was able to be supportive, that he was almost defending you and reacting how you would've reacted if you were less reasonable. At this he'd kinda seem offended, but you can tell he isn't taking it badly. "What?? Are you saying that I'm wrong? Clearly, I'm right! How dare you laugh," which would only get you to laugh some more. "You insult me." But you don't realize that as you're laughing, he's looking at you with a gentleness that is unfamiliar to anyone.

Time would pass, and you didn't realize that he walked you near a pond that's in the park. It's illuminated by fairy lights since the wooden fencing around the park is decorated. You'd be in awe and thank him. He would take it in stride and tell you that it's only reasonable he took you somewhere that could clear your mind.

At some point, you both sit together, and he gently asks if you enjoyed tonight. You'd tell him that yes, this was genuinely a nice time. You would be suddenly surprised as he turns to look at you intently, but not with that determined and rough look he always has. He'd take your hands in his own gently, since he doesn't want you to get accidentally clawed or have his chipped scars scrape you. He'd speak very softly, confess that he's happy that he is able to be there for you.

In truth, he knows that he's not someone you may go to a lot, but he always wants to do right by you. He wants to be someone you can rely on; he promises you that he'll do his best to make sure that you're happy and safe. He'd hesitantly lower his skull and nuzzle his cheek against one of your hands before looking at you, his defenses down. He tells you that you don't have to know how to feel now, or have anything to say since he's never made such a confession of loyalty to someone, at least among the others.

He'd take you home after that, and make sure that your conversation with him remains private, telling the other skeletons that he just picked you up and made sure that you felt better after such a long day. It was technically the truth, but he didn't mention any details to avoid further prying. With everything, he'd wish you goodnight, and that would be that. Truly, it was an eventful night

Closing Notes: I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I want him I wa

Dust "Serrif"

Shhhh shhh shh, it's all just a bad dream. It's just a bad d r e a m... But when you wake, remember that it is all your fault.

*Dust Sans cannot escape his fate

To Note: I keep the Bad Sanses and the Roommate Universes separate. So if I mention Killer, for example, it is in the Bad Sanses universe. Mostly, both versions are quite similar to one another, but the interactions he has with others influences slight changes of how he grows. If you have further questions, don't be afraid to ask! (I'll go crazy/pos)

- Official height is 5'5

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Drinks Ketchup, but rarely nowadays

- Intuitive, pessimistic, cynical, overthinker, observant, responsible, sarcastic, serious, assertive, quiet, dedicated, untrusting, overprotective, secretly jealous, cunning, ruthless, manipulative, reserved, blunt, and bitter

- His brother's dust fused with his soul when he killed him, and that is why he can see his dead brother and talk to him, so he can see him almost constantly

- Almost always the only one who sees his brother. Very rarely, however, if the magic is strong enough, a faint and hazy outline of Pap can be seen

- He reads as a hobby, usually involving old literature. When everyone was dusted, the Library was somewhere he frequented out of boredom

- He would have horrible dissociative issues, zoning out worse than most even without provocation. He struggles identifying what is real, where he is, who he's around, and what place he's at. He can be catatonic

- He cares for every papyrus he comes across, and he ends up the most gentle to them and the most patient. After all, even if he killed his brother, that doesn't mean he wants to kill others. When he's disassociated, however, he can sometimes be a danger to Cyperus and often tries to stay away from him as a result since he can forget that he's not his Papyrus

- Good friends with Powder and Saint

- He used to resent Vanilla specifically, as he envies him in so many ways

- strangely, he is friends with Red, and while the dynamic is similar to Vanilla and Red, the dynamic is tilted and often enough Red can be a little off put by him

- He can be outright nasty to others, apathetic to them, but as time goes on he's just exhausted and reserved

- He is willing to let things happen without involving himself, unless he deems it necessary to do so

- He's picky with those he's friends with, he doesn't get close to other Sanses easily and in fact tries to actively avoid making close friendships

- He won't admit it, but he sometimes argues with his brother and he looks crazy. He could be muttering at the wall and next thing you see his him strangling the air while angrily muttering

- The most hateful to Frisk, he refuses to be around any au of Frisk or Chara. Even if he got the help he needed, it just isn't possible for him to forgive them

- (This would be if we go by the Bad Guy Sanses rather than the Skeletons in one universe/house) He would despise Killer Sans specifically in the beginning of their work relationship, but as time went on they became close friends

- He wears a hood and hat since he does not want other people to see his face. It wasn't just to keep his identity stifled, he just also doesn't like to see his own face and associate it with himself. Mostly shrouded in shadow except for his eyelight or teeth sparingly, I like to think that once he starts to heal you can see more and more of his face as he starts to either forgive himself or at least can associate his face with who he is

- He can mimic Vanilla practically in every way, but he only does this to hide his identity in public or if someone confuses the two somehow. The only issue is that something just seems...off when this happens

- An erratic and violent fighting style, he's unpredictable and doesn't follow a pattern like Vanilla does

- He's jittery and when stressed he is more snappish and anxious as a result, constantly paranoid and on high alert

- He struggles with fight or flight responses when confronted or even in situations that don't require a large response. however, this usually ends with fights

- He enjoys cooking from anybody, complimenting them and eating all of it. He doesn't waste food, and he is always appreciative of someone making something. He especially loves it from the Papyri

- Talks to himself sometimes (it's actually Papyrus)

- An angry crier, but he becomes unresponsive or too frustrated to calm down easily when he's really distressed

- He picked up smoking when in the Junkyard area, finding a hat there and a mostly empty pack of cigarettes. He finally lights one when he just finishes dusting Papyrus

- Because the food supply at some point dropped, Dust ended up crossing Grillby's side of the counter and found hidden stashes of alcohol. He ends up drinking and often pretending that everyone in the bar is present when shit faced, but it ends up with him usually breaking down

- There are little times Papyrus is not with Dust since they share a soul in some ways, but it's possible

- He would call his lover Angel

- His brother had always nagged him to wear glasses, but he was always too lazy to do it. Nowadays, he can be seen wearing them when reading

- He finds comfort in forests when above ground, as it helps him clear his thoughts. Rarely though, he can't stand being around them when he starts to hallucinate the voices of those he once loved in the absence of Papyrus. If he's in the forest, he tries to at least have someone to talk to, even if it's just Pap. He hates silence.

- He's extremely patient, almost to a concerning extent. He is willing to play the long game, and so a hobby he interestingly tuned in on is chess

- He is one of the best Sanses when it comes to playing poker, you would have to be careful when making bet with him

- Is a fantastic liar when he chooses to, something about his voice is....trustworthy. If you have wonderful intuition, however, you can just pick up that odd tone he has

- No one is allowed to wake him up early, he stays up late as it is and ends up sleeping the most out of all the Sanses as a result. He is extremely grumpy otherwise. Of course, this would be if he trusts those around him. He actually ends up avoiding sleep and doesn't trust others enough when he first interacts with them. Powder or Red will fight others on waking him up once they pick up this fact

- Does crosswords when possible. He loves to do Junior Jumble because Pap used to love them. He can be seen muttering to himself and even...at ease, when he does them.

- Loves thunderstorms, he's reminded of when Pap used to need comfort as a babybones. He often can be seen watching outside a window or even standing in the rain to get those memories to be fresher in his mind

- Extremely touch starved, but often feels that he doesn't deserve to ask for it. In fact, if he really trusts someone, he leans into them if they initiate touch. If he doesn't like someone however, he'll forcefully remove them. The presence of those he cares about is enough most of the time though. Rarely, he actually will initiate touch. This is reserved for those he's extremely close with though

- Frequently has night terrors, Saint has them too and sometimes they need each other since only both can calm the other. In truth, it was something both ended up being useful for, and it was one of the things that really strengthened their bond. If we talk about the Bad Sanses, he actually was surprised to find Killer sitting beside him and even stroking his skull when he's freaking out one night. Killer knows what it feels like, and even if he knows that Dust was going to be mad, Saint wasn't present and he oddly felt that he had to take initiative. Dust ended up not complaining and actually laid his skull against Killers lap that night

- He can't sleep without hugging something. Pillow, blanket, stuffie, person? Doesn't matter, he has to have something at any point. Even if he ends up sleeping in a laundry basket, he can be seen cuddling something such as a scarf or shirt

- He buries his face in his brother's scarf when cold, or when he wants to breathe in his scent as a soothing and comforting coping mechanism

- Doesn't trust anyone with Pap's scarf, and only washes it sparingly or if he allows it since he wants to remember the scent of his brother. He uses the same soap that Papyrus used

- Will let any Papyrus clean his room, but no one else, not even Powder

- He likes photography, he ended up being closer to Stretch when he was gifted a camera from him

- He doesn't care too much for his health mentally or physically, but works on himself overtime if he's in a safe environment

- Usually doesn't speak unless someone else prompts him to, but he'll sometimes do it unprompted on rare occasion

- Magic smells of leather and slight tobacco, magic tastes of vanilla

- Due to starving underground after the genocide, he now has ash tinted bone and is in fact quite scrawny. Similar to Saint, he has chipped bone and sometimes dust can be seen flaking off. His situation was different though, so he didn't physically change too much like Saint did

- He doesn't seem like it, but he actually enjoys certain puns even after everything. He's a hard skeleton to crack, but with the right joke he can ease up around someone almost as in approval. Depending on who he's connecting with, the joke can be a lame pun, or seeing someone make a fool of themselves

- He is not prone to listen a lot of the time, more spiteful and petty. Like Vanilla, he won't do something well or at all if he doesn't like someone, but he's less subtle about it than him. He won't enjoy scoldings either, since he's used to being scolded a lot more anyways from Pap

- He likes to provoke people at times, and can even actively be passive aggressive or nasty to them as a result. He won't apologize either, and only will apologize if he really deems that person worthy of it

- He's really secretive, and in fact if he's in the roommate timeline it would take awhile for others to REALLY know what happened. Even then he doesn't like talking about it

- His clothes are covered in dust, so that's what he often smells like if he's not using magic. It faintly can remind someone of a dusty attic or library, but for a monster it's very unpleasant and disorienting

- He will threaten someone in a rather calm manner, not bothering to raise his voice. He detaches himself, and if he's really angry he can become what he was like with Frisk: manic and unhinged

- He has a high pain tolerance, so he can have someone smash his face with an object and he'll stumble sure, but he won't react to it much

Closing Notes: oh my STARS bro he's one of my favorites to work with, I actually have a lot of fun when talking about him and exploring his character. I didn't care much for him when I was younger, but that's because I was crazy or something🤭

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed reading! I feel weird when people interact but I appreciate when you guys do. Thank you for reading🫶🫶

UHIOUASSFHUIEWHDIO killer sans. Please.

I didn't know what exactly to put, but I brewed something up as some x reader! If you want some more Killer don't be afraid to ask for specifics! Thank you for being my mutual and for reblogging me for stuff, you're so cool. I hope you like the gift, I haven't written something about Killer before! Enjo

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“What's the matter, doll? Do you not like it?”

He was cruel, or at least was supposed to be.

You felt his hand pressing against the small of your back as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. You said nothing, your eyes dragging away to meet his sockets. You could see the faint white outline of what was his eyelight flickering, faltering.

You didn't have time to say anything as you were pulled off your feet, resting limp in his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. His phalanges traced around your tummy, rubbing them sweetly as he tilted his head with a wavering smile. You could tell that he was nervous.

What was in your hands was a stuffed animal, small and soft. A gift, he said, that reminded him of you. You felt your eyes water slightly as your fingers pressed into the cats cheeks, your lips parting. When was the last time you have been given a gift?

“Woah, hey, are you crying?” Killer's voice dragged your attention back to him as you looked at him. You could see the smears of black on his cheekbones seem faded as he must've wiped it away to keep the cat plush clean for you. He pulled out some tissues, something he always kept, and he handed it to you.

“I didn't think you'd cry! Did I do something wrong, doll?” “No,” your voice was shaky as you accepted the tissue, only barely using it before you promptly pressed your face against his chest. You could feel the way his bones stuttered beneath the weight momentarily, caught off guard.

“I-I really like it, thank you,” Your voice wavered as you pulled the stuffed animal to your chest, clinging onto it as you tried your best to hide your embarrassment. You didn't see his expression since you were hiding your own, but you felt his hands slowly wrapping around you as you felt the tension in his bones ebb away.

You heard the chuckle he let out as he nuzzled his face into your hair and felt the small spark of magic he must've used to kiss the top of your head. One of his hands trailed up to cup your cheek, squishing the warm flesh as he coaxed you to look up at him. “Thank the stars that you do, I would've had to kiss you better if you didn't,”

You snorted slightly, feeling him lean forward as he peppered your cheeks with small kisses. You felt that your face was dipped in warmth, flush as your teary eyes remained. “Then why are you kissing me now?” “Because I still plan to kiss you, is all,” He cooed mischievously, a smirk forming.

You wanted to throw a retort back at him, to joke about how he must really like kissing you to make so many excuses. However, you felt your eyes widen when he pressed a tender kiss against the softness of your lips. It wasn't his usual type of kiss, something so tender was reserved for a skeleton like him. You softened the same way he did as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing under your eyes as he wiped away a stray tear.

“You're evil,” “Guilty as charged,”

You couldn't tell that he was more nervous than he let on, even if the signs were subtly there. He was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but seeing you get emotional just opened his mind to more possibilities. You're too sweet for him, he wants to just spoil you until you're just as rotten as he is. Instead, he said nothing about his plans, and he remained content with being able to just hold you as he felt your weight shifting to rely on him.

He liked when you relied on him.

Is there a list of characters that we can ask headcanons for or is any character from Utmv available to ask headcanons about?

Ofc ofc!!

I do about any well known AU set of brothers like

- UT, UF, US, HT

- Swapfell Red, Swapfell Purple, Fellswap Gold

- Any character like Dream, Nightmare, Ink, Fresh, Error, Killer, Dust

And some that don't get as much attraction!

Outertale, Farmtale, Mob/Mafiatale and the variants that are there, and ofc G!Sans and G!Papyrus

I also do my own version of Lusttale! I actually think that the idea was flawed to begin with due to the crappy creator, so I have it set in a neutral timeline where Mettaton becomes king and changes things drastically! The concept is more tied to themes of connection, authenticity, and the ability to not constantly distract yourself with consumerism. I have the two brothers still have that flair, but I changed some things and I have it set where the two are in pink teehee

Overall, i would love to do more x reader content and if you want specific headcanons you might find some on my page. I haven't done every single character listed, but I do have a handful that you might enjoy if you don't want x reader content or if you do fancy x reader content! Sorry for the ramble, but I hope I answered you! :))

Magic Weapons

I like to think some skeletons have weapons of their own, so wouldn't it be fun to explore why?

I'm trying to think of weapons for some of the skeletons because the idea that they have certain weapons for fighting feels cool to me. I think some have them for their own reasons while others would prefer to keep to their normal magic attacks for their own reasons. Below, I'll explore and even have some reasons as to why they have it!

Vanilla: Normal magic bone attacks. He has no reason to summon his own weapons

Cyperus: Normal magic bone attacks. I think that if he had to have a weapon, though, it would be a sword. It requires precision, control, and more up close combat. All of these fit his character because he shows to have a very strong restriction on his magic to prevent his opponent from dying. Not only does it fit into his heroic standpoint, but it also shows that he is willing to get close to his opponent. Here, it's physical, but it can also be metaphorical. After all, he showed that he was willing to do so with Frisk, someone he knew was dangerous

Red: Nothing, because like Vanilla he has no need to summon his own weapon. He thinks it's pointless for himself, he's strong enough without a weapon.

Pitch: Pitch would have a sword that turns into almost a pointed edged whip, showing how when it's a blade, it shows how he's precise and has clarity with his actions when he decides to get the job done. However, the fact that it's a whip at times can also show how he's afraid of actual, personal emotions and tries to lash out. He wants to avoid that. It lashes out just like his own anger, the points of the whip even being able to detach as projectiles to prove how his anger can get out of his control and how it harms others

Powder: If Powder had a weapon he seems like the type to have a hammer that changes size with his level of magic or mental state. He's a character that wants to create, build others up, like a hammer. A hammer is not originally meant to harm, but rather put things together and create something to be better. He wants to be close with Stretch and yet feels distant, so he tries to build their relationship up bit by bit. He had to learn how to use how he works with others to his advantage, showing the strength of how he can build others up while also progressing in the same way. He's able to use that strength to protect others, which is his job as a royal guard and his job as an older brother. But the bigger it gets, the more he weaponizes that even if it's involuntary. It's something that once was useful but is something he can use as a weapon to cause bigger hits emotionally and physically with a greater impact. The bigger it gets, the more overwhelmed he gets, showing how he has the weight and responsibility to care for others being a serious and yet draining task. It also shows how he puts his image of being put together above himself as well, as a hammer is a representation of how he's built his way up to where he is now- a positive example for the guard and a brother who knows what he's doing

Stretch: no need for a weapon, oh no. Not only is he a Sans personality and therefore has his own reasons, but he's softer than them as well. He's a softer Papyrus, and so weapons aren't what he's after

Saint: Saint would have a thigh bone or use something like a meat cleaver for his other activities. I feel that for Saint, it's an extension of how he's weaponized trauma of starvation and violent betrayal. He has something that he already had and worked with what he had, which was a large item that works like a club. It bashes usually things that are in his way, like how he was bashed when he was in the way of Undyne and Alphys but ended up surviving. He has to get up close and personal, something he struggles with emotionally but not otherwise. He would have to put his defenses down first

Lunar: He doesn't have the magic to create anything, but he is absolutely good at using just his normal magic bones, he also uses his physical strength to fight since he's the strongest Papyrus physically.

Carmine: Carmine would have a spear of sorts because he keeps those at a distance while also simultaneously hurting them. He has to be precise in everything he does, from the way he fights to the way he interacts with others. Staffs usually show power and grace, and that's how he's perceived and yet with the blade at the end it shows how he truly is despite the delicacy that comes with the details of the staff. He has a sleek weapon because he has always deliberately *chosen* to have distant relationships with others, mainly Rus. He fits within the Queens standard as well before even being in the Royal guard, a distinction between Razz and him because he's just able to stay the same and is only encouraged to stay the same. Razz had unsteady weapons because it wasn't as bad as before being in the Royal Guard, only to be remade with what he already has into something more intense. Carmine remains the same and doesn't change at all- remaining stale as he was already distant from Rus and never got to be viewed as someone who changed since he avoids that vulnerability even with Rus.

Rus: Please, he's strong enough as it is with his physical body and his magic attacks. He has no need, and he lacks a desire to make his own weapon. The world as it is, the entire underground, is violent and cruel. He sees this, and chooses not to participate in it

Razz: Maybe Razz would have large, bulky hammer-like gloves that work as his fists. I feel that he can't exactly cause direct harm to his opponent without being all up close and personal. He has to get personal, and it shows how he's willing to go straight into the head of battle rather than keeping a distance and attacking from afar. He's a controlling character who fears a loss of control, and his weapon shows how he sometimes brutes his way into things without taking a step back and stopping to think. It shows who he really is, since he ends up just harming those he tries to force a connection with. He ends up just harming his relationship with Cash, his brother, for example because of his controlling, anxious behavior. I want to note that Razz originally has those weapons that are more messy and clunky at first before he is in the royal guard- which changes to be more sleek in design to show how he has changed only in appearance as a guard but still harms with the same weapon. (A way to show how he's also afraid of change- which is why he keeps the same weapon.) It shows how he damaged others before he even was a guard, just in a less professional way until he's accepted by the Queen who makes him more precise and clean in appearance and yet only worsens the damage he causes as they also grow in size at the same time.

Cash: No magical weapon is needed from him as he avoids fighting anyways. He may not be physically that strong, especially because his magic is sick, but he has his ways. Normal magic attacks with their erratic behavior can flow well enough for his survival. He also has no need to destroy anything when he does it well enough. No need to be personal when you avoid fighting in general

Coffee: I think Coffee just doesn't quite use what he has been taught by using rifles simply because he wants to see the bigger picture and is willing to sacrifice what he's been taught in order to help, learn, and be able to break the system in a subtle way. He's strong enough without it, and he doesn't need violence to get his point across.

Wine: Wine seems like he'd have rifles since he's a sharp shooter. He's precise and direct, just like his weapon- but it can show that he's so focused on the small details that he can't see the bigger picture at times. While his brother would be raised with that ability, he changes what he's been taught to fit who he is instead. Wine teaching Coffee how to be a precise sharpshooter can also be a way he hands down his almost blind perception of the state of the underground- kinda like how a scope would abstract you from your surroundings.

Ace and Bullet: they both would choose a smaller weapon like a simple pistol because it's small and yet deadly. They have a very playful and almost disarming type of personality but they can still cause damage despite this. As bosses they need to look at the bigger picture with clarity, pistols still needing to be aimed correctly but having the capacity to see everything before the shooter. They have chosen to specifically choose to be flashy in appearance but be more subtle with their violence by making it a small weapon of choice. They have other weapons to work with like crowbars, but their go to will always be a weapon they can grab quickly- like how they have to be ready for anything to strike them but wanting to be the one to strike first.

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Reaper: Reaper would have chain scythes specifically in my opinion too because he's a more violent, precise character. The chains can resemble how he reaches out and harms others upon impact as he pulls them closer. Scythes are Death's weapon, and I feel that the reason they curve is not just for a more efficient kill, but it almost pulls someone in closer as an intimate act of vulnerability. Maybe they can shift to almost small scythes on a loop that's attached to his hip always and they possibly remain small when he needs a more subtle strike. When he does strike? It's with the chained scythes that just grow in size from their original state.

Crow: I think his brother would have a lantern as his "weapon" or at least item of choice. He's meant to be a peaceful death, so a lantern to work as a guide through the darkness of the afterlife would be a neat concept to think about with his characterization. He's clear headed, precise, and a figure of guidance through a peaceful transition of change. He doesn't harm others like Reaper does, remaining as a guide rather than someone that aims to be a vulnerable act of violence. He's not vengeful or ruthless, and he's never had to be as someone who guides peaceful souls to the afterlife

Killer: Killer seems to really like knives. I feel that if used correctly, it can also show his like- character. I feel that he collects knives outside his timeline but the main knife he uses is the one that originally was meant for the player, or technically Chara's knife. It's a neat way of him weaponizing his trauma while also showing betrayal of him wielding it despite it being a source of his suffering. The knife represents the LV that humans have, and he uses that to weaponize what was once used against him to harm others or to end what he considered the suffering of those underground. It shows how he strikes from behind, an unexpected move with his erratic behavior. He's up close, personal with his weapon. The way Cupid uses his weapon to be an intimate act of violence is similar to Killer- except Killer uses the knives he has as a way to call back to what his suffering was caused by and sees that intimacy as a way to almost get back at his trauma

Dream: Dream has a bow and arrow, something that I also think would have the ability to turn into a harp. He is precise, focused, and has to take initiative while still being detached from the fight- like how he's truly detached from his brother and can't get up close and personal. What's different with his distance from him is that the arrows in Dream's bow flies out, free of his control and yet charged with direction. He has to know exactly what he wants and trust in the arrow like how he trusted fate when he first became the Guardian and eventually God of Positivity. The harp just shows the delicacy, peace, and calm of his soul. The idea that he'd only transform his bow to its canonical staff would be to deter hits, when he does have to be up close and personal with his brother when they fight. He doesn't want to outright just want to swing and be erratic, using his staff to stop getting harmed by keeping distance between the blades and himself

Nightmare: I feel that Nightmare would have Khopesh blades since they're considered twin weapons. They're up close, personal, and the fact that they're twin weapons mimics how he's weaponized and grown to use the trauma of his past to harm others. He is balanced out with Dream by using these weapons as he's not afraid to lash out and harm who he deems as too close. He knows that his negativity can physically harm Dream, just as Dream can harm him, so both almost have this silent acceptance to use weapons over using other attributes. Neither wants to kill the other, even if both can harm each other, but that comes with the risk of being vulnerable and letting each other close.

Closing Notes: i love weapons and I love symbolism that comes with it. I want it to actually fit with the characters without it just being a random decision (at least if it's not that kind of story where it's just a clusterfuck of fun and stuff) thank you for reading and please share what you think :-)