This Is The Second Half Of My Self Indulgent X Reader/yn Posts For The UF!Brothers So Please Tell Me

Powder Serrif

He's not mentally ill! He's just silly!

Headcanons time baby!!! I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts or even headcanons of your own about Swap Sans!!

- He/Him

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He deals with constantly trying to be positive, optimistic, and cheering others up. He has to make sure his brother doesn't lose HOPE, that others underground don't lose HOPE

- Imposter syndrome is this man's bestie, he always pushes himself so hard because he feels like he hasn't earned it

- Instead of pasta, he makes tacos since he can't figure out how to quite get it right. Otherwise, he's a good cook and often makes things for his brother

- The older brother, he is in the Royal Guard in this AU because he had to in order to keep him and his brother aloft, to provide safety and a home

- Highly perceptive, yet subtle, he picks up body language quicker than others and uses this to his advantage

- He's protective of his brother, because he worries about him. He doesn't know why his brother has started losing HOPE, and Stretch won't talk to him about it

- He does not have good communication with his brother, even if he tries to get his brother to talk to him about what's wrong

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, he works under Alphys and usually stands by her side. When she has her duties, she often brings Powder along because he's pretty good with people a little bit better than her

- Extremely patient, brave, idealistic, optimistic, energetic, confident, persistent, charismatic, open minded, empathetic, assertive, trustworthy, and kind

- Terrifying when angry, it's hard to actually get on his nerves. His brother has rarely ever seen him angry, and it's only been during combat

- Likes puns, and sometimes can be worse than Stretch

- He does not have a good relationship with Gaster, but he did at one point when he was younger. But he left, and Powder never knew why. All he knew is that his baby brother and him were now alone, and he could only remember so little of Gaster. He's hurt, and only can remember him when he dreams. If he ever met him he'd be more hostile, since he feels like his father is pushy and going too fast when he reunites with him

- Does not like fighting an opponent who's actually looking to kill, but will fight for his brother and loved ones. He won't jump into fighting, and often can resolve things peacefully

- A dog person, he actually is rather fond of the dog that appears randomly. Though, his brother would disagree

- Does not curse often but will, since he prefers not ro

- Has enhanced stamina and speed, with high metabolism. However as a drawback, he can very rarely get drunk. He out drinks everyone almost except Wine, Razz, and Carmine. They all are evened out

- He often got overlooked when in the same room as Stretch underground. He keeps this insecurity to himself since he doesn't want Stretch to worry and he doesn't fault him

- Had an insane tiff with Razz, who he fought within a first encounter. The two hated each other and if they didn't fight they'd go into screaming matches. He finds Razz as an obnoxious, overbearing jerk who he can't tolerate. However, the two actually later on became close

- He is distant but slightly overprotective of Stretch

- He loves blueberries/blueberry sweets

- A role model for Cash, Coffee, and Rus

- His magic smells of spearmint and his magic tastes like blueberry

- likes handshakes, fist bumps, and high fives

- wouldn't hesitate to drop everything for his friends, they're deeply important to him

- He loves bear hugs all the way

- Can listen to the most deviously sexual songs and not even flinch

- He cries by blubbering and hates to cry in front of others

- Would call his lover Beloved

- Owns a slick, blue motorcycle

- Stretch used to try and read him bedtime stories and he encouraged it while he was growing up. When he finds it again way later, he would ask Stretch to read it to him for old times sake, even if Stretch was slightly embarrassed

- He believes in Astronauts

- He collects sci-fi figurines, spaceships, etc

- he owns a spaceship bed

- he has a box of astronauts food

- has space themed shirts and even used them to adapt a better style above ground

- He owns a telescope and he is the one to prank you in waterfall

- His laugh is Mweh-heh-heh

- instead of liking dino oatmeal I like to think that he likes astronaut cereal

- Gets up stupid early and trains very well, he's great at combat

- Great at fast thinking and uses strategy to win battles when his opponent is too emotionally reactive. He becomes less emotionally attached during battles

- Extremely touch oriented, he can't stand just sitting down to do nothing

- A workaholic, he was always active underground. Now, when he reaches above the surface, he can't stop himself from trying to handle a lot.

- Don't even think about belittling yourself in front of him, he'll praise you and instantly make you listen by taking initiative

- He dislikes being useless

- Knows sign language pretty well, he taught Stretch

- There's a reason no one catches him sleeping, he's always on his guard around others

- Takes on a more "motherly" role when the other Sanses are around, and that includes scaring them away when it's time for him to clean around the house

- He can control his magic wonderfully, he is just like Cyperus in that department

- He doesn't believe that someone is truly evil, but that doesn't mean that there are people that he'd pummel

- Self reflective, you rarely see him being this way unless you somehow catch him smoking. Good luck with that though

- He was quite lonely until he fell into UT'a world

- He can be brutally honest, to the point that you'll hear something you don't want to hear. However, he tries to avoid doing this

- Adores Napstablook as his celebrity crush

- Serves under Toriel, and the two have a rather peculiar dynamic. He's her friend, and he wishes that he could do more to show that she's not an awful Queen or mother

Closing Notes:

I need him I need him I need him I stg bro I could make him feel better I could be his wife his husband whatever he needs bro

do you have any soulmate au headcanons for any characters? Maybe for powder if you do? 🥺

Also do have you a Kofi or anything for tips?

Oh I sure do! I have plenty, but with such a kind request for Powder, I can write some down here while I'm working on a writing for Stretch! As a treat, I'll even add two other Sanses teehee

And no, I do not, simply because it's never occurred to me! Maybe one day, but I honestly love just having people interacting and asking things like this! It makes me happy and motivates me. Please keep asking questions if you have them, they just make my day twice as better. Enjoy the headcanons below!! :-))

Powder:

- He wasn't sure what it was when he first met you, but he was quick to detect that you were someone he wanted to befriend.

- His guard is lowered in your presence, and he's content with this information. After all, you're just so...good to be around

- He is a bit more protective of you than he realizes, especially when he sees you talking with someone that he doesn't like

- Every small, minuscule touch you give is something that sends jolts through him, and it excites him. He tends to even find ways just to feel contact with you

- He doesn't notice how shy and nervous he gets around you, but when it's pointed out he'll act like it's nonsense. He's just so giddy around you and shy, his confidence wavers in your presence

- Please, if you're stressed about something, he'll handle it for you. He wants to take care of you, pamper you even with words of affirmation. No one as wonderful as you should feel incompetent or bad about something when you simply need someone to support you

- He's oblivious to how he feels for most of the time up until he realizes that he likes you, but he won't take initiative since he doesn't want to scare you or ruin anything. He won't even mention soulmates to you, let alone comment on things that could imply that he's thinking about you romantically

Carmine:

- He's very in tune with his emotions and when he felt that first wave of attraction, he thought that something was wrong with him. His soul just tugged right against his ribcage and he knew something was off

- He's more guarded around you because he doesn't like losing control of his emotions, and he tends to keep his distance at first since that's his biggest defense. However, when you are around? His stress feels lighter and his body feels fuzzy

- He's the quickest to be defensive for you about something, protective to the degree he is with Rus. His soul tells him that it can trust what you say, and he's willing to listen to his soul on the matter. Even if he throws quick quips at someone, he'll intimidate them in order to make someone not bother you anymore

- He's already standoffish about touch, but the first time your hand placed itself on his shoulder in consolation and concern, that feeling was there again and he feels nervous about how addicting the sensation is. He won't ever pull away, but he won't initiate it and he gets more unsure when it's not just the two of you

- He wants to know more about you, try to figure out why he feels so good around you. He's so oblivious even if he's one of the quickest to detect that you clearly have a sway on him and his emotions. He won't bring up soulmates to you, but it's something he analyzes so hard about

Razz:

- Like Powder, he's going to find ways to stop you from getting overworked. He'll scold you if you push yourself too hard and he'll finish tasks for you even if you insist that you can do it yourself. He's capable and subconsciously he feels that he should show you that fact as a way to let you rely on him more

- He felt disoriented when meeting you, as if you were a balm to the chaos of his soul and mind. He always falters in your presence and you have the ability to suddenly get him to listen

- He made it obvious he wanted to be around you, going so far as to outright shove the other Sanses in order to get closer

- A touch from you is a breath within his nonexistent lungs. Not quite a jolt, but something that feels cold and warm all at once. He's addicted to it, and he's much more open about touching you when he can and when you allow it. He's almost needy

- He's been made fun of for being on his best behavior when you're around, but he was quick to realize why he feels this way around you. He's not as obsessive about why he feels a certain way in comparison to Carmine, even if he denies it for awhile, and so he's able to guess that you're...his. This is why he wants to be good for you

- He will be outright nasty to anyone that bothers you, confronting them and demanding that they apologize. You don't deserve that treatment, and he's going to make them see that

- He's definitely the jealous type, but he gets embarrassed about it since he already struggles with how he feels so much for you. He won't ever confess his feelings unless you coax it out of him, and even then he's frustrated with himself. Still, he'll apologize if he sees that he's upsetting you. He's not the best at it, but he'll try. For you.

I got some really unique and cool x reader requests, thank you. I'm in the middle of juggling all the ideas. For the super cool person who asked about Dust, PLEAAAAAASE comment here so I can have some more elaboration since I am trying to figure out what you meant because I got a little confused (pls vamp, find this, I love you 😭)

I love you all, thank you thank you thank you this is fun. Don't be shy to ask for more :-))

Carmine Serrif Playlist

So I struggle trying to find a specific vibe to Carmine that I'm satisfied with, but I made this playlist and the bracelet I made was enjoyable! Lmk if the artist doesn't want their work used for this btw. Enjoy!!

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🫶🫶

I,,,,I want to create x reader content. I,,,,I MUST-....

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Soul Traits vs Monster Souls

TW: Suicide mentioned. It's not in detail, and rather brief, but I still respect others enough to put this here.

Each Soul Trait have their own traits, and it would make sense that only Humans have them. So, why don't we go down and show the uniqueness of each soul, hm? Id love your own interpretations on these as well and why. Whoo, let's go!

Top Three Rarest Souls-

Determination: The most rare of souls, this soul is associated with a bright candy red color. They are far more ready to keep going, judged by how much you want something and the lengths you are willing to go to in order to make it happen. It is shown that this soul has been not only the rarest, but has evidence of doing things other souls have not. Not much is known about this soul, but has an issue with overflowing and becoming corrupt.

Excessiveness of this soul leads to Tenacity, being unwilling to give up and leading to their downfall

Corruption leads to Spite, pushing themselves over the limit and only growing bitter

Resistance against the soul's desire would lead to Irresolution

This soul trait is less likely to Fall Down but more likely to be Corrupt

Kindness: The second most rare of souls, this soul is associated with a bright lime green color. A scarcity in this realm, their soul is associated with helping others and extending empathy to others. Though often seen as a weak trait due to being easily discoloring, keeping this soul bright is challenging to many, but it ends up being rare to see it corrupted

Too much Kindness leads to Complicity, having a high risk of dying easier due to self sacrifice.

Going against the soul's desire would lead to Apathy, a lack of compassion

Corruption leads to Animosity, strong hostility to the point of hatred

This soul is more prone to Falling Down and Resistance, but is the less likely to be Corrupt and being in Excess

Integrity: The third most rare of souls, this soul is associated with a royal blue color. Given to those who hold strong morals, they strive to hold their promise and are adamant about keeping promises. Due to the world's condition, it is rare for this soul to be found more overflowed than corrupted.

Too much Integrity leads to Righteousness, unable to stop itself from thinking that all it's doing is for the good of others

Corruption leads to Conceit, leading to bias and egotism

Going against the soul's desire would lead to Deceit

This soul is more prone to corruption, Falling Down, and Resistance

This soul rarely has Excessiveness

Most Common Souls-

Bravery: One of the most common, this soul is associated with a pumpkin orange color. Given to those who are confident and courageous, they keep going in the face of danger. They have the courage to keep going in times of hardship and are wonderful to befriend. Though the most common out of any soul, they are surprisingly hard to corrupt, but have a hard time being tamed.

Too much Bravery leads to Impulsivity, not knowing when to back down and often becoming ones own downfall as a result

Corruption leads to Stubbornness, especially if it's directed towards a bad goal and ends up hurting others

Resistance against the soul's desire would lead to Cowardice, too scared to do anything and often running away

It is harder for this soul to Corrupt and to Fall Down

This trait often has Excessiveness

Justice: One of the most common, this soul is associated with a aureolin yellow. Given to those with a strong sense of right and wrong, they are lawful and unwavering people. They cannot stand on the side when there's obviously conflict, and they are the first to step up to help. One of the least likely to overflow but often seen corrupted.

Too much Justice leads to Vengeance, an ambitious and powerful force

Corruption leads to Iniquity

Going against the soul's desire would lead to Injustice

This soul is more prone to Corruption

This soul hardly experiences overflow

This soul has lower rates of Falling Down

Patience: One of the most common, this soul is associated with a cyan blue. Given to those who can wait things out, knowing what's good for them in a quiet manner. Though more common than other souls, it's still hardly spotted nowadays. This is due to scientists classifying as such because having a healthy soul for this trait is uncommon.

Too much Patience leads to Stagnation, an idle soul

Corruption leads to Agitation, easily losing your calm and rationality

Going against the soul's desire would lead to Restlessness, unable to wait and becoming too quick to get results

This soul tends to Fall Down often

This soul is less prone to Corruption

This soul often has Resistance to its vessels

Perseverance: One of the most common, this soul is associated with a grape purple. Given to those who are persistent against all odds, they learn to overcome their challenges. The most likely Determination, they have a tendency to overflow vs having a lack of the trait.

Too much Perseverance leads to Inflexibility, adamant about not changing or compromising

Corruption leads to Blind Persistence, leading to their own self destruction

Going against the soul's desire would lead to Apathy, not caring enough to continue

This soul is less prone to Corruption

This soul is less likely to Fall Down

This soul often overflows in Excess

This soul often deals with Resistance with itself

Other: This is not quite a soul trait rather an ending result. Grey souls and Hatred are their own unique and special situations that need analyzing.

Grey Souls: This is what happens when someone completely loses their soul trait. It's hard to get it to fully turn grey, but there have been no reported incidents of what happens when fully grey. It is determined that a Human can't properly handle a soul where 25% or less of their Soul Trait is present, and usually there happens to be cases of suicide as a result. It's very challenging to change the soul to be back to a healthy percentage, but it's possible

Hate: When a soul becomes corrupted, it starts to crack and wither into a dark shade of black, becoming more and more as the underneath of the original color of the soul ends up turning here. There is little to no way of stopping this once it reaches dangerous levels, and because of it? It completely alters the Human, changing them until they are entirely consumed. No human has reached this point within recent times, but during the War between Monsters and Humans there were written scripts of Mages turning because of Corruption. But those scripts have been lost over time, so there's no real knowledge of what happens when it reaches over 80% of the Human's soul...

Now monster souls do not have soul traits. In fact, it would be impossible since they are made entirely of magic or (LOVE = LV) and do not have a body separate from their soul. However, their magic has their own unique colors and depending on the AU that simply has to do with their environment, stress, etc. Purple, red, orange, and yellow have the most stress. Blue, green, and white have the least. Of course, it can change, but if the soul is under too much stress, it can alter the color of ones magic permanently.

Monster Souls

Closing Notes:

I tried my best to get everything here, hopefully I will not need to edit and change this. I hope that this fully explains my interpretation of Souls for later posts including them :)

Thank you

This is gonna be funny to hear but I've never actually seen this sort of headcanon for Dream except maybe once where they're this beautiful creature of light and I made my own headcanon after having a dream of, well, Dream turning into this creature that had a body of light and wings. I saw your post and I felt the need to reblog because I wanna let you know that your art is not only beautiful but reminded me of my said dream. The only other thing I remember is that Dream took on a biblically accurate angel sort of look with six wings instead of just two. I love your art, your skills are very cool :]

some sauceverse dream drawings

🦴🩶Dust x Reader headcanons🩶🦴

I really enjoy content with Dust, so I hope I did him justice!! I made sure to avoid any gendered terms since I see a lot of fem!yn and want some diversity!

(( @whittlorestrash i saw your reblog, love to you(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡))

- He reads as a hobby, so often enough he is fine with parallel play where you would be laying on his lap on your phone or reading while he's focused on his book. Sometimes, when he's not thinking, he'll drift his phalanges to stroke your hair while he's reading

- He loves cooking from anyone, so if you prepare him a meal he'll be grateful for it no matter if you present a dish made for a god or if it is a burnt excuse of food

- His nickname for you would be angel, something he wouldn't call you unless he really got to know you

- He finds comfort in forests, so if you guys went for a walk together he would find it serene to spend time with you there

- He sleeps in a lot due to his constant trouble with sleeping. One thing that brings him comfort is holding you close, since he always has to have his arms wrapped around something or someone. When this happens, you can expect him to not let you go until he's awake

- He is extremely touch starved, but he feels anxious with touch for most of the time. It's an unfamiliar sensation and he feels that he isn't deserving of affection. Nonetheless, small touches would be acceptable from you over time. Small things like locking pinkies, placing his hand on your head, or allowing you to rub his back when he's stressed. He doesn't know how, but at some point he finds himself lingering by you. He'll often tug at your shirt if he wants to have affection, silent as he is

- He's rather protective, especially when around others. He finds that his anxiety heightens around too many people, so he will often loop an arm around you or linger close so that you aren't out of his sight

- His magic tastes of vanilla. Do that with what you will

- He likes photography, so he would carry a picture of you if he could (with your consent of course)

- He can be polite, never raising his voice at you if he can help it. Often, he doesn't say anything to begin with

- He can spend hours in silence with you, doing anything

- If you got a gift from him they would be things like food he picked up somewhere, trinkets, jewelry. He also tends to give you things in your favorite color

- He would absolutely love it if you wore vanilla cologne/perfume

- Hes a great listener for anything, really. He likes to hear your voice and he wouldn't mind listening to you ramble about anything. He's often nonverbal, and he would give little signs to show that he was listening

- He would go ragdoll in your grasp if you cuddled or hugged him

- The only reason he'd hesitate to give you his jacket is because of two reasons. One - dust is all over it and even if it was cleaned he just feels weird without it. Two - he doesn't like people to see his face since he looks so similar to Vanilla. He thinks you wouldn't like the way his eyes look either. Even if you reassured him, he would much prefer to just let you sit in his lap while you're zipped up with him

- He tends to stare a lot. He doesn't mean to, really he doesn't. He just likes observing others, and you're his favorite person to watch. You're pretty.

- He's confused as to why you like him so much, with how guilty he feels about everything that he's done. Because of this, he avoids showing any violent or aggressive behavior around you. He's possessive though, and he doesn't like sharing all that much

- He doesn't realize it, but his bones will tremble when you have long contact with him at the start of getting comfortable around you. He doesn't realize that it's because he's so unused to a comforting touch

- your skin is warm and soft compared to his bone, so he often will stroke your cheek, your arms, your back, anywhere really. He enjoys the sensation, and he thinks of you as the perfect companion to randomly lay on at times. He usually will sit next to you one moment, then either lay on your lap or against your shoulder the next

- I headcanon that Pap's dust is infused with Dust's soul, so often Pap is around. Pap does have a tendency to sometimes drain Dust of energy if there's enough to spare in order to say hi and have a conversation with you if Dust doesn't pass out. If he does, then you can see Pap and even feel some of his ghostly touch if he were to hug you. Pap does respect your privacy with Dust, though, and he would be willing to be in a different room when he notices. He's happy to know you're there for his brother

-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 you almost wanted to tell the pathetic thing how stupid it was for him to look so sad, but your naturally stern expression simply 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. Burgerpants 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 out 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. The ringing felt suddenly louder, echoing around the skeleton's skull as he felt his soul thrumming in sync.

.....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 as he critically judged you. He then 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 to soothe his heated glare. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him, your voice still stern but less guarded. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved, something you didn't pick up on, not 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 gathered, 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 Pirates, let alone with ordinary men or monsters like him who were not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic had his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted after some reluctance. "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, anything really to cut the silence, 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. It takes an overworked soul to know another. 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. And even if you did know who he was, your bravery was more commendable.

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. He doesn't know why, but he felt the impulsive desire to share his name. "It's Pitch. Pitch Serrif."

You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask for your name, repeat it just the same to him to remember. It rolls off his tongue when he follows after you, smooth and sweet. He wanted to pry further, he figured, 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, Captain 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. One, two, both fallen as their bodies are nothing but useless, armored shells now. 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 back. "'s that so?" He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing out a barked laugh. It mimicked his usual, boisterousness, but the sharp tinge of aggression was apparent. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asked the fool 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 now 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. He had a temper past his eccentric personality, and Burgerpants was testing the waters.

"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. He seems to be hesitant to speak, as if he needed to claw the hook out of his flesh and remove the barbed metal

"A good soul, one who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find any indication of exasperated detail, and so instead he pauses his ruthlessly draining 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." 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.

.

.

.

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