how do you think the skeles would react to a vampire s/o??
Ooo how fun of a question! I've been brewing with ideas for awhile about this, especially since I have my own ideas for a vampire au with the skeletons. But here? I can have a bit of fun with this. Thank you for the idea >:]
Also-! Since you didn't specify which skeles you wanted, I'll do the main three! If you want some more, don't hesitate to ask! Enjoy
TW/CW: Blood and injury
Imagine it, you owning a home that was lavishly designed and catered to your every need. When you ended up getting injured, you didn't expect yourself to get stuck with monsters who would love you. He couldn't look at you in the eyes sometimes, but to him you're just too beautiful for him to.
To Note: this is during the early 1800's MWAHAHAHA I need the vibe
Vanilla: He didn't realize that you were a vampire at first when you stumbled across him. To him, you looked dangerous, however. He didn't know quite what it was that made him think that, but he was more than willing to tend to your wounds when he found you. The blood on your clothes wasn't just yours, but he didn't dare ask too many questions when he saw your defensiveness. He's just a commoner who happened to have a brother who asked to let you stay. That was enough for him. ...You had pretty eyes, a pretty laugh. When you tilted your head up in the candlelight, your hand covering your mouth as you laughed, he couldn't help but find himself trying to get you to smile more. Weeks pass, he starts to see you more as you bring gifts of food to him and he gets you to laugh more despite your original serious state. It's not until one night, he finds you. You, wearing a red that made him fear you. But when you found him, you had a look of hunger and desperation to you. You found your way to clawing up his clothes as you made your way inside his cabin and pleaded with him. You needed help, needed food, needed him. He was unsure, but....you needed the help. You promised that you would understand if he was disgusted with you, but you needed just one more request for help. He... couldn't say no. So even if it hurts when you sink your fangs into his shoulder, when you clung onto him as you stay beside him, he runs his phalanges through your soft hair and lets you eat. He was tired afterwards, but you thanked him and even helped clean his wounds. You wrapped your arms around him, thanking him. Of course, he'd do anything for you. He loved you, and when he was able to see you again, he made sure to let you know that. It's not something he expected, but if it's who you are, who is he to turn away? The two of you still talk, hang out. You rarely feed on him unless desperate, but you have come to realize that magic blood is much different than human blood. Much more...sweet. So when you come knocking at his door, when you find your way to embrace him in his bed, the two of you can simply lay there for hours, comfortable in each other's presence. He loves you, and in truth you love him, even if neither of you say it out loud.
Cyperus: Out of all the things that he's learned, the most important one to him was to remain kind and to help others. So, when he saw you, running away from danger, it was his first reaction. The blood you wore like a shawl wrapped around your flesh didn't seem to just be your own, but it was clear that you were in distress. He hid you from the guards, the very same ones he aspired to be some day. He stood where he was visible as you hid away, confronted by them. If they had noticed the blood on his leather boots, they would've known something was wrong. When they fled to another location due to his misguidance, he did....hesitate to return to your side. The guards told him that they were on the hunt for a vampire, they needed to kill it. By the expression you had on your face, you were that vampire. But you had looked frightened, clearly injured. He wasn't going to hand you over though, not when it was clear that you needed help. When they left, he made sure to check over your wounds. Holy stars you looked bad, bloody and battered. You were staring at him, he knows you heard what the guards shared. But he didn't dare bring it up, not when you clearly needed healing first. He asked to take you to a healer, a trusted one. You were reluctant, but why would you not trust the monster who just helped you? Before you both fled, he felt the tender touch of your hands on his cheekbones. He tried to ask what you were doing, but you had already pressed a kiss against his cheek before he could speak. Softly, softly you thanked him. Holy shit. Cyperus had to maintain composure, and so he did, even if his skull was a pretty shade of orange and pink hues. You were fixed up that same night, and when you got the rest you needed, Cyperus remained by your side. He held your hand, even with the small glances made his way from the doctor. That was fine with him, he wanted to make sure you felt safe. Yes, you could defend yourself, but sometimes the strong needed help too. It didn't take long for him to befriend you, and even if there was a mutual pining, it flowed naturally. He covered for you, kept you out of the guard's presence since he knew their schedule, and overall kept you in good company. He was delighted to see that Vanilla and you got along as well. Two kind souls can easily flow through magic beyond flesh and bone, two of unique connection. The first time you required blood, it was from a sense of trust. He trusted you to not harm him, and you promised to take care of that trust with utmost attention. You rarely feed in his presence, but it's clear to you that he doesn't mind being the monster you go to when you need it. He loves to help, and you love his dedication. Love here grows smoothly, sweetly, even if there are moments of fear from your end since you don't want to hurt him.
Red: The blacksmith. Okay so maybe it wasn't a good idea to go drinking that night. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start talking to you when he saw you sitting in the corner by yourself. He wanted to get to know you, he wanted to give some lonely person company. He didn't expect to feel his soul thumping when he saw your face underneath your cloak, didn't expect to start stuttering as he talked. He got you to laugh though, got you to look less nervous. He found you a little off-putting though, despite not commenting on it. Looking back, he should've been more weary like his brother would suggest. But he wanted to be sincere with you, wanted to refrain himself from judging you since he wouldn't want someone to do the same to him. When he ended up getting more drunk with you beside him, the two of you getting progressively obnoxious, he couldn't stop himself from wrapping an arm around your shoulder and getting more comfortable. You did the same, getting comfortable in turn. The two of you didn't seem to even realize that you both were wasted, didn't realize the drunken promises made as the two of you stumbled into his bed. Not much happened, of course, except that he was bitten. He panicked a bit, but he was too drunk and could only stiffen before he found his eyelights shrinking a fraction of their usual size. You were cuddling beside him, peppering his neck with kisses, before you sank your fangs in. He saw the blood, but when he asked what you were doing, you seemed to snap out of it before apologizing. You told him the truth, spilling out your secrets like you spilled the blood of others. You were both drunk, and you apologized with a kiss on the wound and told him that you got carried away. He just smelled so sweet, you didn't think about your actions at the moment. He appreciated the truth, and he himself was not sober enough to handle the situation. He decided that you both need to just sleep for now, deal with it in the morning. He wasn't going to admit that a part of him was excited when you did bite him, but he was nervous all the same. You were a vampire, but he didn't feel the desire to report you. So when you both woke, he let you sleep when he was the first to wake. You were beautiful, sweet, and funny. Maybe it could work out. When Pitch found you both, however, he had to explain to him that nothing intense happened. When Pitch kept side eyeing him, however, the two had to talk later on about how Pitch seemed to already know you. However, the two of them resolve it later on, and the two of them are content with knowing what you are. They'll make it work And they did. He reassures you. He promises that he doesn't mind, he doesn't regret knowing you. He'll make sure you stay safe, and you make sure he stays safe in return. You love each other, you both just need to make adjustments.
Pitch: You didn't mean to frighten him, and he can tell the sincerity in your voice is in fact genuine. Still, he didn't expect to stumble across you when he was injured from an unfortunate situation. You looked so ethereal under the light of the moonlight, but he held back his tongue. You held an air of allure, but he still scrambled on the ground as blood seeped out and stained his shirt. He didn't want to look scared, but he knew that you could tell that he was weary. When you bent down, crouched in front of him, you extended your hand to him and still offered...kindness. He didn't realize that accepting your help would lead him to a path he would never expect. You cleaned his wounds, you worked with precision when you helped him stumble back to your home. It was closer, and by his hesitance to let you know where he lived, you didn't mind a guest. He could see that there was a....strangeness to you though. When you cleaned his wounds, you would hesitate to touch him and your staring wasn't just because you found his wounds hideous. He wasn't stupid, he knows that you're lying when you say that it's just because you don't want to hurt him. With his reservations in mind, he would ask questions, and you would only ask your own. Okay, that's fair. He found his guard lowering slowly, and when you were done you offered to let him sleep in a guest bedroom. He was reluctant, but you assured him when you told him that it has a lock from the inside. Too injured to walk back home, he simply gave in. Time passed after this event, and occasionally he would see you when he wandered around at night. You were still odd, and he was still guarded, but nothing much happened. He kept his knowledge about you from Red, not telling another soul of how he knew you. But you got him to feel comfortable over time, you even got him to smile at you a few times. He knew that something was off about you when you first met, but he didn't expect to see you in the dirt and hidden under bushes with your body injured and your eyes red as ruby. You had helped him though when he was injured, and even if you seemed to crave blood, he saw your self control and he saw your vulnerability. He wasn't going to take advantage of that by reporting you to the guard or killing you himself. No, he instead took you home and cleaned your wounds. You were starving, and as he wrapped your arm in linen, it was tense. Before he could stop himself though, he offered his blood to you. He saw your uncertainty, your resistance to the idea. But he insisted, especially because he didn't want you to die or hurt someone else. You must accept it, he won't let you leave otherwise. It hurt more than he expected when your clawed nails dug into his bone and your teeth found its way to his collarbone. He didn't scream though, didn't do anything but flinch as he clenched his fists. You fell asleep right as you finished, too full and too tired. He had to clean his own wound and carry you to bed, but he didn't mind. He would take care of you, like you took care of him. It was an unspoken understanding that you two had after this event, that the two of you would carry loyalty and devotion to one another. Keep each other safe, and keep each other close. He loves you, even if he doesn't say it. It takes him a bit to accept your words when you tell him that you love him, but when he looks at you the way he does, he's promising the same. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.
Powder: An important adventure, a hunter, a good monster who takes care of others. He knew of the town's vampire, but he didn't actually expect to find that the vampire was you. You were always so kind, always offering good company and help. You were reclusive, yes, but he never pushed for you to be more social than you were. He found you in an inconvenient bear trap, your leg almost shredded up from struggling and your body laying limp from pain. He saw the blood on your lips from the limp bear laying beside you, the red glow of your eyes. What a lucky skeleton he was, forced to figure out how to handle this. His duties are important, but you are his friend. You and him would spend time together during the day, laughing and encouraging one another. You were really the vampire? ......He feels that he was going to be banished from the royal guard after this. He pried you free from the trap, carried you to his home wrapped in his cloak. He barely spoke, and you were too tired from excessive blood loss. He lets you stay in his home, takes you to Stretch, even if there's a clear sign of discomfort he carries every now and again. He had to later pull Stretch aside since it's clear that he knows you, knows what you are. It doesn't end as smoothly as he had hoped. He'll bring food from his hunt and after skinning and taking his fill, he'll make sure you eat well. It's awkward, uncomfortable, but it becomes something he grows to open up about. He learns more, and of course, his dedication to those he cares for is more important to him than his role as an important figure of the guard. His first experience with your magic was interesting, especially since you had found him injured and it ended up with some magic use. It was strange, the way you bit into your wrist before placing it down into his wound was odd. He was losing too much blood to think, but his eyes remained on your face when you were tending to him. You always soothed him when you attempted to, and he ended up passing out. By the time he woke, he had found his injury was missing, and you were sleeping. You crawled up on the bed beside him and pressed your face against his chest, clinging onto him. You cared about him, that much was obvious. He cared about you too. When you woke, he was stroking his phalanges through your hair, and you both mumbled soft confessions to one another. May the guards be damned if they get you, and may the guards be damned if they ever got to him
Stretch: When Cyperus decided to ask him for help, he didn't think that it meant having to help such a unique case like yourself. You were a vampire, and he's never worked with one before. Yet all the same, what kind of doctor would he be if he didn't help you? He prided himself as the underground doctor, a cheap alternative for monsters to go to in need of medical attention. He charged a lot less and he worked with monsters better than the human doctors, and he knows the most about monsters since he's spent time studying and researching. He tended to you, and made sure you felt comfortable. Occasionally, he would make sure you came by to visit for check-ups, which you didn't mind from the looks of it. He doesn't realize how safe he makes you feel, how he makes you feel less scary. He wasn't the first to meet you out of the skeletons, but he's glad that you have others to rely on. He was the second to find out about you though, other than Cyperus. He keeps this secret from the others for you, up until Powder walks in with your injured body. The conversation didn't end too well between him and Powder, but he was more focused on tending to you first. You mean so much to him, you're as sweet as honey. He wants to take care of you, even if he's not physically strong. He has a lot of empathy for others, an emotional strength that he's had to build over time due to how this world is structured. So when it comes out that you both have a mutual love for one another (it was an accident), he was delighted. After all, he's happy to know that he can always be here to heal you and take care of you at the end of the day...
Closing Notes: IT DIDN'T SAVE MY SHIT THE FIRST TIME I AM GROWLING AND EATING RHE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE GRRRR GRAUGH (thank you for this fun request, I hope you enjoy. Don't be afraid to ask for more teehee)
Stretch Serrif
(headcanons below)
- Official height 6'3
- He/Him
- Terrible smoker, he would sneak them
- Drinks Honey
- Younger brother of Powder Serrif
- Does not remember Gaster except for in his dreams and faint recollections of his existence
- Loves engineering, since he loves to tinker with things. Kinda a collaboration of what the OG UT brothers hav
- Has an outrageous sweet tooth
- Loves video games, especially ones that he can play with others
- Highly perceptive, but he'll play it off and act like he doesn't know what you're up to until you slip up
- Likes to write fantasy sometimes, small hobby
- Sells corn dogs instead of hot dogs
- Draws as his #1 hobby
- Very handy, loves to tinker with machinery
- Comfortable with touch but can grow very bashful
- Suffers with insomnia
- Impatient at times, impulsive, smooth talker, imaginative, charming, charismatic, lazy, nerdy, intuitive, over-thinker, perceptive, shy, playful, considerate, kind, and unassertive
- Sceptical of humans, but willing to trust them if they show effort to be peaceful
- More of a prankster and loves jokes over puns, but enjoys a good pun because of his older brother. He will lose it if Powder keeps going though
- Protective of his brother, but worries about him. He sees how much his brother has on his shoulders, but he feels like he can't talk to him about not only the resets but also other things because he doesn't want to burden his brother. No one can talk shit about his brother though
- Good friends with Cash, Rus, and Coffee
- Avoids fighting almost at all costs, doesn't like violence unless necessary
- Dog person, but he hates that random dog that terrorizes him from time to time. How can Powder like that thing?
- Prefers edibles over other forms of cannabis, eats it with Cash and Rus
- Hardly curses because his brother would scold him for it, however Powder lets him from time to time. "Oh sugar honey iced tea!" Dork
- Did not get along with the SF!Purple brothers at first, but eventually was able to
- Magic smells of honey and magic tastes of butterscotch
- Best friends with Cash, who helps his confidence. He helps ground Cash
- uses BIC lighter to smoke
- Enjoys fantasy stories
- loves high fives, fist bumps, and hand shakes
- Calls Chara "Goofball"
- Owns a Bumblebee Keychain and phone charm
- Hyperventilates when crying, not too loud, a lot of strained hiccupped breathing
- Would call his lover Honey/Honeybee
- Has beef with Napstaton but mainly because his "smug aura" mocks him
- wore one of those Groucho Marx glasses when meeting Chara instead of a whoopie cushion
- He's good friends with Undyne, both can bond over memes and existential anxiety together
- Asgore's friend behind the Ruins, but he never knew till later on
- Keeps his knowledge of the Resets away from everyone, even when he tried to tell them about it when it first was happening
- He doodles on paper, desks, his shorts or pants, etc, when bored
- Has a lot of visible anxiety, but he tries to keep the facade of being relaxed constantly in front of others
- Loves sweets from Muffet's, he loves going there to get some good food
- He loves eating suckers, especially ones that remind him of bees or citrus
- Wonderful at making people relax despite his own anxiety, he learned from Powder
- Likes to help people, he wants to bring others joy
- His gaster blasters act like dogs, but rather goofy ones
- He doesn't have the most amazing control of his magic, especially compared to Powder
- Likes bragging about Powder to other people
- Drives a little tikes car
- Plays the xylophone because he can make puns about it
- Chaotic neutral to chaotic good
- slouches for Powder because he likes to remember when Powder was taller than him
- He loves to hear praise and he'll get all giddy when he gets it
- He feels unworthy in the face of those that do better than him or have "more trauma" than him. He bottles up a lot of his stress
- He tends to be lighthearted and goofy with his friends
- He's not used to people being sincere about their compliments to him despite being popular Underground. Small White lies to make him feel better
- When someone actually cares about what he likes, he's unsure of himself but he actually would love to ramble if he is given the chance
Closing Notes: He's a silly goofy dork y'all not some hot sexy smoker who's actually just a terrible person. I will die on this hill because what am I to do if I just live a life of mountains and choose to do nothing with it?
Another ask, omg who is doing all of these?!?
A martial arts master y/n, who does tournaments and runs her own school. One day, a very tall and hyperactive skeleton shows up. (Undertale Papyrus) Too skilled for the other students in the class, you come face to face with a new sparring partner. He seems very friendly. And, in a strange way, kind of flirty too?
btw i do taekwondo so feel free to ask any questions regarding martial arts if need be! :)
Oooh this is fascinating! I've never done taekwondo writing before but I'm eager to try it out! I hope you find that this is up to standard :-)
It always went in one direction, always forward, towards the end. All offense and most importantly focus upon the opponent.
No holding back. After all, he'll manage, he always does.
You formed your hands in a tight grip, launching yourself at him. You dug your fingers into the bicep of the swinging arm and ripped at the cloth while striking the forearm on the same side, straight in with the heel of the palm. Next, you pressed into your advantage as his eyes shrank a fraction, your hand darting towards his neck and pushing with your fingertips striking and temporarily closing his windpipe.
Knees bent, weight forward on the balls of your feet, head lowered. Cyperus glared up at you, straightening into a matching stance. Their eyes locked. Focus. With a yell, you threw a kick at Cyperus's head. He ducked, sliding easily into a leg-sweep, knocking your support from underneath.
The ground smashed into your back, forcing the air from your lungs in a rushing wheeze. You rolled backwards to your feet, still fighting against the tightness in your chest. Cyperus closed in on you, pushing his advantage, legs flying. You blocked as many of the blows as you could, his legs jarring before you twisted it around to him, hands striking his sockets every time you did.
He grunted as you moved towards a kick, watching his foot slide back as he barely avoided the blow. Unfortunately for him, his balance was momentarily weakened due to the sudden movement as he staggered backwards. Cyperus was off balance, he knew it, but before he could do anything you were already lunging forward. There was nothing for it. He couldn't block anything while he was still off-balance.
In a fraction of a second, you lined up your shoulder with Cyperus. You could see the unprotected area on his stance where you would strike. Your left foot forwards, you brought your back foot to the front and shot out. From there you had all the time in the world. All you had to do was turn so your other side faced your opponent, wait for gravity to start pulling him down, and then shoot your right leg out in a straight line, sailing cleanly upon impact with his long legs. Dead center, and down he went.
To finish off, you lowered down your foot into normal stance as your breathing felt even yet heavy. Your eyes stared down at the skeleton, before your voice rang out.
"Stop!"
And with that, you finished your sparring. Your students stared as they stay silently, eyes glued to the both of you. Cyperus, who was once on the ground, stood up into proper stance as his chest heaved. Sweat covered his skull as he panted, his body only slouched temporarily before he straightened his spine. He bowed low and so did you, before you walked towards him. You smiled, offering your hand towards him as he stood at attention.
He grinned, panting in between each word. "YES! haah, I HAVE! I haah APPRECIATE Y-YOUR PRAISE! haaah..." You lead him towards a distant table that provided water, handing it to him as you looked up to him. Despite the fact that he was a skeleton, he clearly has a shape to him. He was broad chested with more narrow hip bones, tall with almost lanky limbs attached. When he was using magic, he smelled of citrus, only now was it accompanied with sweat.
"Cyperus, I find that you've clearly done well. We'll need to practice some more sparring, but you clearly have worked on yourself." Your tone softened as he accepted your hand, his phalanges showing a slightly orange glow. In between each bone a faint, entrancing light caught your attention every time you saw it despite knowing him for awhile now.
He had decided to become a member of your school only a few months ago, but he proved himself to be a worthy student. Not only did he have strong integrity and respect, but he was also very kind. Outside of work, he was actually a very good friend to you. Or at least acquaintances? You were busy pretty often, having to decline his offers frequently or having to rush off every time he tries to stop you for a chat. He never minded, but he always left you feeling fuzzy and slightly lightheaded.
He cocked his head back and tilted the bottle towards his mouth, a faint glow of a tongue visible to your eyes. You averted your stare, especially since you found it embarrassing to even pay attention to something so... peculiar. After he took a swig, you did the same, the two of you feeling slightly sore but perfectly in tact. He leaned against the table with his phalanges clacking against the flat surface, his head tilted to the side. "HEY, I WAS WONDERING SOMETHING,"
You hummed out questionably, acknowledging him to continue. "ARE YOU FREE THIS SATURDAY? I WAS WONDERING IF WE COULD GO ON A DATE." You sputtered slightly at the personal and rather direct question, the water you were drinking spilling slightly onto the floor. He quickly handed you a paper towel, a laugh escaping him as his magic was starting to dim through his bones. "AH-! MY APOLOGIES, WAS THAT TOO FORWARD?"
You accepted the help as he towered over you, crouched down by your feet, not looking at him as you felt warmth forming up on your cheeks and ears that wasn't from sparring. "W-well, it's certainly not a question I expected. But uhm- no, no I'm not." You felt like your heart was pumping even louder in your ears as you wiped away the mess, your spine straightened up like tension on a string begging to be plucked as you tossed the paper towel in the trash.
"WELL-....I WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU'RE WILLING TO HAVE A FRIENDLY LUNCH? WITH ME?" You turned your head at his slowly softening voice, struck silent as your mouth went dry.
Oh. Oh.
He wanted to have a friendly, casual lunch. He didn't mean an actual date!
Okay, you can do that.
You could see that there was a wave of uncertainty in his voice, the slight waver as he smiled at you a little more nervously. Despite the confidence that this skeleton upheld, this was one of the few moments he seemed unsure of himself.
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO IF NOT, I THINK THAT GETTING TO KNOW YOU THOUGH WOULD BE AN HONOR. JUST AS FRIENDS? I KNOW IT CAME OFF AS WEIRD," He looked a little hopeful as he clasped his hands together and held it to his chest. If it weren't for the fact that it was him, you would've had your doubts. He simply looked so sincere, and the idea that he wanted to spend time with you filled your body with that tingling sensation he always gave you.
You hardly built relationships with others outside of your passionate work, especially since it was one of the main points you could build control with full confidence. You sucked at socializing otherwise. You debated saying no, simply because you didn't want to look stupid when you tried so hard to remain a facade of composure in front of others. You avoided him simply because it was hard for you to keep this facade, hating the vulnerability you felt in your chest when he was around.
But on the other hand....
You couldn't lie to yourself, and you knew it. He was...charming, and if someone as kind and sweet was willing to spend time with you of all people? You found that your smile was dorky, lopsided as you spoke before you could change your mind. "No! No it's not weird, hah-! Uh... I'd-.... I'd like to. Yes, I want to." You finally found your voice near the end of the sentence, clapping your hands together out of habit for finalization.
He brightened up at this, smiling wide as that confidence that he had now flooded back. He clapped his hands with delight, the edges of his eye sockets scrunching up. "OH YAY!! THANK YOU, I PROMISE TO ONLY PROVIDE THE BEST. WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE PICKED UP OR...?" He offered, one of his hands gesturing towards nothing in particular as a grand expression.
You couldn't help but keep smiling at the offer, but you put one hand up in a stop motion. "No, that won't be necessary, but I appreciate it, Cyperus." He dramatically bowed, one of his wrists twirling his hand. "OH BUT OF COURSE. WHY DON'T WE MEET UP DOWNTOWN?" "Sounds like a plan! Thank you, really."
He leaned forward, towering over you just slightly before he took your hand gently in his own. You smelled a slight hint of citrus, but before you realized it, you felt a tingling jolt in your hand as he nuzzled his teeth against your hand. You felt that your ears were just as warm as your face as you stiffened upon the contact, your hand feeling a slight hum. What was-...?
"NO, THANK YOU," He murmured, craddling your hand as his thumb rubbed over the backside. "I FEEL HONORED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER WITH YOU. I DO HOPE THAT YOU FIND ME JUST AS AMAZING AS I FIND YOU." The edges of his mandibles curved up as the softness of his bone felt smooth. Oh, oh...oh stars. You felt lightheaded, your voice strained as you spoke. "I-I see...of course."
You were going to pass out on the spot. He simply let out a chuckle, straightening back up as his hand slipped away from yours. "You're too sweet, Cyperus." You muttered, and he puffed his chest at this. "OBVIOUSLY. HOW CAN I BE THE AMAZING CYPERUS IF I AM ANYTHING BUT SWEET?" He strided over to the cubbies near the entrance, slinging his bag over his shoulders as he waved to you. "I'M OFF TO GO PREPARE FOR TOMORROW NOW. GET HOME SAFELY, ALRIGHT?" You mumbled a response in acknowledgement, though your brain felt overwhelmed.
Ah...back to work.
As he left, you felt that you were subconsciously rubbing your fingers over the area he nuzzled on your hand. You didn't realize that you were standing there for however long you did, but you couldn't help it. He made you feel soft, and he made you feel...good. That's going to be a problem. You heard one of your students call to you, and you rolled your shoulders back as you clapped your hands as a firm reminder to your body that you still were on the clock.
Closing Notes: oh I've been so damn busy over here. I had testing, so I apologize if this took longer than anticipated! I'll be finishing up the other ask when I can, but I hope you liked this @vamppiko
Razz Serrif
- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots
- He/Him
- Likes to drink coffee, the bitterness is great
- Makes Burritos
- A dog person
- Older brother of Cash Serrif
- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard
- He is very touch oriented, hands on approach
- Desperate to prove himself through fighting. Won't hesitate to fight
- Prone to jealousy and is competitive about a lot of things
- He likes being active
- He likes being in control for a lot of things, but he struggles losing it
- Good at saving money, he in fact taught Cash
- Originally competitive with Carmine and Powder, but eventually formed friendships with them
- He did not have a good relationship with Gaster. He was too clingy and would be too forceful in wanting full dedication from Razz. He wanted Gaster's approval but it resulted in high expectations of himself as he was taught that he had to be independent and powerful
- Brave, independent, proud, intuitive, stubborn, blunt, optimistic, sassy, smug, erratic, unfiltered, responsible, secretive, aggressive, nosy, and bossy
- He hardly curses, especially not in front of authroity
- He acts like a tyrant sometimes, though it's due to insecurity
- Like Carmine, he will berate you but in a more scolding way after you become close with him
- He will falter with genuine communication or compliments, since he's not used to receiving validation or someone actually being honest/sincere
- He would call his lover precious, such as "my precious Y/N" or "could you come here, precious?"
- He can make some of the worst apologies, unless to authority or people he is super close with. He decently tries enough though, usually doing small acts of service instead of actually apologizing properly
- He loves PDA since he gets to show who he's close with and in the same sense makes sure no one messes with you as a result. It's basically a way of him saying "they're with me, fuck off"
- At first hated Carmine and Powder, but when he fought Powder and got his ass beat he was filled with shame. At first called Powder a soft, annoying version of him who was too humble in his opinion. he poked fun at Stretch for his shyness and then got his ass beat by Powder. He eventually was extended kindness after this and grew to respect Powder, though
- Hated Carmine for being similar to him but not pushing himself to be his "strongest." Yet grew to be more petty over the years. Developed a respect for him and now they're friends who actively are tyrants when it's cleaning day
- His magic smells of sugar, his magic tastes like blackberries
- Hides his face and sniffles a lot when crying, he doesn't like to cry. He hardly does and he has to be pushed to get to that point
- In the underground he was close with Cash at one point. but overtime he slowly resented Cash's habits and behavior. This caused him to be more controlling and frustrated
- He would keep an eye on Cash when he came home high or drunk so that he wouldn't dust, but he never told him since Cash complained about being babied sometimes
- His relationship with the Queen is the same as Gaster's. He's extremely dedicated to her, and people often rumor the Queen's strange interest in him. She uses him for emotional support and has a strange codependency on him despite the power dynamic. He hates it, but tries to sympathize. This keeps his brother out of trouble often, though he doesn't tell him. The Queen makes him value power and has twisted what he should be like, since she was the one to scar him. She makes sure he doesn't disobey
- He tries to let Cash have freedom, and tends to him a lot once they move in with the other skeletons. It'll take awhile, but he will learn how to balance care and controlling habits
- Didn't realize that Cash fell into his habits due to him being in the Royal Guard. He didn't realize that Cash simply wanted his brothers attention and was coping with it
- He tends to express his masked personality over his real one better than anyone else. He in truth feels deeply, cares about many things, and hates that he can't connect with people like he wants to
- He's more lonely than he lets on
- He tends to be desperate for approval, doing a lot to get it even if he acts like he doesn't need it
- Even if he struggles, he can show his care and sincerity in different ways
- He's sacrificed a lot to get where he is now, and he regrets that his brother was part of that crossfire
- He often gets extremely emotional over a lot of things, but he's formed that to be aggression since he's part of the royal guard in an underground that festers in violence. It was a painful necessity for him to change
- He thinks it's selfish of him to care for others
- He grew up with the mentality that power means everything, so when there's no use for it anymore he doesn't know what to do with himself
- He'd rather gouge his own eye out than admit his desire for real, intimate, connections
- He doesn't understand why he can't adapt to the other AU's like the others so easily, but a part of him knows that he's the problem
- He hates that his impulsive decision to anything is demeaning others or getting aggressive
- Ashamed of his scars, unlike Carmine
- He finds his jealousy to be childish, and just like Carmine he'll avoid talking about it until confronted
- He's more tactful and intelligent than he lets on, using certain behaviors as a way to avert drama towards his brother or loved ones by making a scene
- Despite his lack of showing too much kindness, he deeply cares about those he loves and wants to do right by them. So, if he really sees that someone is hurt from his actions, he is not stupid enough to widen that wound and instead tries to find ways to make it up to someone
-He hates the Queen, hates Gaster(who is no longer present), he hates everything. He hates- he hates who he is. Why does he mess everything up?
Closing Notes: I see that Carmine and him are reflections of each other who grew up slightly differently and coped differently as a result. They're more alike than the other realizes, and yet both are on a scale in how they handle shit. The two are SWAP fells though, so they have a sort of twisted way of dealing with things when compared to Powder if he was put in their situations. Sadly, Razz just is too stuck in his ways to change anytime soon. But maybe he just needs...mercy?
Saint Serrif
- Official height is 5'11
- He/Him
- Nihilist
- Taller and thinner bone from unstable magic
- He smiles a lot when he's in a dangerous situation, but otherwise he usually can be seen without one when he dislikes someone or finds them not worth his time listening to
- Has fast reflexes in dangerous situations since he had to be efficient underground. Otherwise, he comes off as slow to others because he takes awhile to actively choose to do something
- He carries guilt from what he did to Lunar, even if he thought that without it his brother would dust. Which, at the time, he would've
- Dedicated, protective, untrusting, observant, responsible, honest, caring, humble, reserved, pessimistic, hardworking, over thinker, cynical, stubborn, aggressive, and blunt
- The most patient Sans out of all the others, but only when he wants to get what he wants. He's only impatient with others who he dislikes
- Good friends with Powder and Red
- Selectively mute, he's more obligated to speak when he chooses to. There are moments where he just can't, however. Most of the time though, action is his language
- Loves any sort of food, a literal dumpster of food. Hell compliment the person's cooking and eat it even if it's utterly shit
- Does not remember Gaster due to all the events that occurred in his timeline. Gaster on the other hand watches in misery and grief, spiteful towards humans
- Will resort to violence easily, he doesn't hesitate to use it even if it's not fully needed
- He curses frequently, has a sailors tongue
- If he is not actively being spiteful, he follows directions without complaint. He may need guidance however, since he overthinks it
- Can be severely petty to the point he's doing it to provoke the other
- He is very deprived of touch, but he's too hesitant to initiate it since he carries a lot of dust and blood on his hands. He gets all stiff and awkward if someone touches him, and it'll take time for him to get comfortable
- Yellowed bone with an ash tint due to his health
- He is the best to rant to since he's quiet and patient, but there are times that he's just not listening at all. He only pays attention if he cares, because otherwise he'll pick his teeth and passively aggressively tell you that yes, he's listening, because he just cares oh so much about it
- He's willing to do anything for those he cares about over his own needs, anything.
- He is a very quiet crier, kinda disassociated as he stares at nothing. Catatonic, in a way
- He would wag his finger cartoonishly when scolding someone or use his finger to beckon someone instead of waving them over
- He clicks his sharp fingers against hard surfaces when impatient, even if he doesn't verbally tell someone that he is
- He would call his lover lamb or sugarplum
- He summons a thigh bone as a weapon, but he carries a cleaver that he's attached to and will use it when he's low on magic. After all, magic is something he uses sparingly
- He absolutely hates Undyne and Alphys. He calls Undyne "Unbitch" and he isn't afraid to insult her
- He lobotomized Alphys after she betrayed him
- Has a rough sense of humor
- He feeds the people in Snowdin, even going so far as to teleport to the castle to steal food
- He starved underground for about seven years in order to feed the others
- He has awful posture, his neck bent forward and constantly slouched
- His "prank" in the forest was a spinning spike instead of a whoopie cushion
- Is quick to be snappish and rude to those he dislikes, he will only behave if asked by someone he cares about
- He only is nicer to others when above the surface and gains trust in others
- He is quiet when upset, going to Lunar and quietly clinging onto him
- Physically the strongest and most violent Sans, he isn't afraid to use his own hands and its clear that he doesn't mind playing dirty
- He never ate human flesh when underground, but he has fed monsters in Snowdin humans or even animals in order to provide. Because of this, monsters in Snowdin not only were physically changed, but their magic changed as well. It is unknown how the same has happened for Saint, but it's suspected that it's because of his LV that he changed
- Magic smells of veviter and oak, magic tastes of vanilla
- Has memory issues so he owns journals and sticky notes when above the surface. Without it, he struggles to remember even simple facts. He doesn't struggle remembering Lunar, however, since his brother was the only constant in his life
- No one is allowed to touch his skull, as it's his most vulnerable spot
- His other eye socket is pretty much empty, thus making a blind spot for him and means that he doesn't like sudden movement there
- He will not tolerate people wasting food so don't even think about doing that in front of him
- He scratches at his skull as a comfort or a habit when overthinking. But because he's done it for so long, it slightly chips like paint and small amounts of dust flake off
- Good at sewing, he picked up the skill underground after his brother's outfit became tarnished. Because supplies are limited, however, he doesn't bother fixing the ripped up shirt he wears. You can see small sewings on his jacket, however
- Can hardly spell for shit, he has awful handwriting since he had to focus seven years worth of his time through survival
- He ends up wearing a lot of comfortable and soft clothes when above ground, he refuses to wear suits unless hes forced into it
- He treasures gifts dearly, he never lets anything happen to them
- He carries snacks around when above ground since he never wants anyone to feel hungry. He also sneaks food and stocks up on it, he's wonderful at preserving things and splitting it up for rations despite his hunger
- Likes the rain but refuses to go outside without his hood, a hat, or umbrella since the hole in his skull is sensitive to the sensation
- Certain things make his skull hurt while others can rest inside such as flowers. Rain or liquids are usually a no go though because it swishes around
- He doesn't like thunderstorms because it's loud, since his magic is unstable and acts as damaged nerves
- He doesn't like the sensation of mud, the texture is too similar to blood
- He hates liars and those that are secretive. Because of this, he's nosy and good at finding dirt or lies someone has. He's able to determine where someone is, where they went, and most of the time why. But, no one is able to do the same thing with him. He's the best at covering his tracks, and even more so at not sharing information about himself
-He smokes occasionally, drinking even less so unless no one is around. He has to be in a bad mood, or else he won't drink
- He's pretty territorial, protective of who he deems as his close loved ones. So no one is allowed to mess with his brother or some of the other skeletons in the household. He'd kill for them
Closing Notes: he is so silly goofy goober omg😍🤭😋. But seriously I like the combination of putting different versions of him into my own hc's since the bear version and the rat version both have their perks. I plan to explore more of his dynamic with his brother and stuff later on! If you have questions do not be afraid to ask and thank you for reading :-))
what are the boys like to sleep with? Like, you mentioned Dust has to hug things or reader to be able to fall asleep, now I’m curious about the others,,, But for some reason I can most definitely see Saint be an insanely light sleeper(don’t blame him for all that bs he and Lunar went through). Like, someone’s walking round the house? He is immediately awake. Reader goes to get a glass of water or sm? He wakes up cause of the change of weight in the bed.
also I feel like at least one of the boys kick in their sleep…and red prolly takes up the entire bed idk he just seems like that kinda guy lololololololololol
Hello, hi! I'm trying to slowly crawl back into writing again, and since I remembered that it was Swap Sans' birthday yesterday, it inspired me to work on this! I hope you like it!!
Dust: As stated previously, he needs to hold onto something in order to peacefully sleep. When he fully can trust his surroundings, he's quite the heavy sleeper and loves to cling onto whatever he has a hold of. He likes to be warm, and he may purr a little
Vanilla: He can sleep wherever and however, since he is capable of doing so for comedic reasons. If he had a partner, his sleep schedule is so skewed it would be probable that he would fall asleep first any chance he could get. He likes to sort of- curl up, in some sense? He, like Dust, clings onto something but in a less desperate and clingy way. He likes to drape himself around something, if that makes sense? He prefers to cuddle in his sleep, and he drools a little when really comfortable. He likes to be the little spoon, but he is capable of switching it up at times since he just wants to be comfortable no matter what. He purrs loudly, as much as he may act like he never has
Cyperus: He sleeps very soundly and he rarely moves in his sleep. He snores a little, and only seems to purr when you both fall asleep at the same time. He would be great to sleep on as the big spoon, mainly because he's mastered the skill of doing so when he got bigger. (Vanilla and him used to cuddle a lot, it was always super nice bonding :-)) ) He's very punctual about sleeping at an appropriate time and about waking up early. If you're the type to sleep in, he's able to disentangle you from him with ease without waking you up, despite being as loud of a skeleton as he is. He likes to stroke your hair before he leaves, like a little pet as he makes sure you're cozy
Powder: He is similar to Cyperus in a lot of ways, but he is a bit of a lighter sleeper than him. He likes to cuddle no matter if he is the big or little spoon, but he likes the feeling of either. He stirs a bit in his sleep, but that usually just ends up with him finding a way to have you sleeping on his chest. He likes to have a slightly cold body temp when sleeping, so you don't have to worry about him stealing the blanket. He may sometimes wear specific clothes too when you cuddle together so that he doesn't wake up feeling sweaty. He rarely does this, but he may sometimes drool if he's had a long day and you're the perfect thing to sleep on, and he'll purr in appreciation while thanking you
Stretch: He LOVES cuddling, but he's much more shy about it than most. He likes the feeling of being relied on, so when you end up cuddling him he feels really special and happy. He makes sure not to move too much despite his more fidgety nature, usually having a fidget toy on hand if you fall asleep first. He likes being able to place his head on you sometimes though, and he gets really flustered when he does. He struggles going to sleep in general, but you're like a giant plushie for him. He smells really nice, so he naturally is aware that you'll probably feel more drowsy when around him. He doesn't mind if you fall asleep while he rambles, he can look at you when your features are relaxed without fear of looking weird. He purrs when he can cuddle, as much as he's embarrassed about it
Red: He does, in fact, move around a lot. He gets really hot, naturally, but his body temperature isn't used to being naturally cold unless he's asleep. So, while in the process of trying to stay warm and comfortable, he moves around a LOT. He steals the blanket often, snores, and he struggles staying asleep. When you come around, he gets really embarrassed and avoids trying to move around a lot. When he found out, though, that your chest is really soft AND warm? He clung onto you easily. He latches onto you, and he always finds a way to bury his face against you, even when drooling. (Ew/t) He purrs lowly and quietly, but he always denies doing so (he's embarrassed)
Pitch: He's the most similar to Cyperus when it comes to both of their sleeping habits. However, he wakes up in the middle of the night due to nightmares. He may wake up with a start, jolting awake when you least expect it. He doesn't sit up and panic like others may interpret, but you definitely feel when he wakes up. He holds really still, and you can feel how his bones may tremble, if not just a bit. He tries so hard not to wake you up, but if you do, he apologizes in a very formal, soft tone that is very different from his usual voice. He's not very cuddly, but under the blankets, away from prying eyes, his hands find yours for solace. He may just need you to let him stare at you for a bit, may need you to rub your thumb along his skeletal hands. Only then can he go back to sleep, his purring barely audible
Saint: You are very correct when it comes to how he sleeps. He struggles a lot with sleeping in general, and he's a light sleeper due to his paranoia. He senses when you're out of bed, or if something is wrong, due to his ability to read into the finer details. He likes to at least make sure you're close to him when sharing the bed. It had to take a lot to begin with to even be in the same bed, so your relationship would be very strong by then. This is when he's the most clingy, especially since he knows that you trust him enough to even sleep beside him. He's hyper vigilant, and it would be rare to be the one to see him asleep. He drools a little (picked up the pattern yet? Hehehe) and he looks the most relaxed at that state. He likes to stroke your hair when you are asleep, and he likes to stare at you. When he does get to sleep and he can trust his environment, he snores a little. He may struggle staying asleep, but when he's deeply able to sleep, he really loves to curl up with you in his arms. He likes being the either spoon, but he feels the most protective when he's the big spoon and he purrs while pressing his cheek against you
Lunar: Hyper vigilant, holding a lot of hyper tension. Lunar and Saint would take turns sleeping when they were in the underground, never both at the same time. When he's awake, he makes sure you're tucked in. He's very good at soothing, especially since he'd soothe Saint a lot when he struggled to sleep. He likes to rub your back, and he'll speak gently random things until you fall asleep. If he can manage to sleep though at the same time you do (he'd have to absolutely trust his environment completely), he barely stirs. He will sense if you're absent, but otherwise he just seems completely comfortable and relaxed. He places you close to his chest, and he'll have the most quiet of purrs. He would have thought he lost the ability to if it weren't for you
THANK YOU FOR THE ASK AND FOR READING!!!(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。
Nightmare Sans
Headcanons below. Warning though, I changed some stuff up for the og story to fit how I like it teehee
- Official height changes, but he can be from 5'7 to 6'6(Jesus 💀)
- He/They
- Nihilist, he despises Fate and the Creators
- The embodiment and King of Negativity/A God if you will
- His castle was created when he was corrupted, and later on decided to make it himself
- Naturally cold to the touch, he's not easily affected by temperature
- Has synesthesia, he can see and smell others emotions/aura
- He likes sea animals, they're odd and yet so pretty and mysterious
- Has khopesh blades for weapons because they're twin blades
- He dreams of other versions of him, but he can never find them and often he is haunted by them
- An angry crier, hyperventilates and gets frustrated. Tries to be quiet, but sometimes ends up being loud anyways
- Pessimistic, cynical, observant, responsible, sarcastic, serious, assertive, untrusting, cunning, ruthless, manipulative, reserved, blunt, bitter, intelligent, patient, authoritative, cocky, and stubborn
- He is outright nasty to others, the type to jab at others when possible
- He grows more exhausted overtime once his resentment and bitter anger starts to fade over time
- he is more emotionally driven when his brother is involved in fights that he gets involved in, while more logical otherwise since Dream is the only one to get him like that
- He knows he's fucked up and deep down wants to repent for the wrongs that he has done towards the multiverse. And yet, he has his duties to fulfill
- He fears being vulnerable and doesn't get close to others as a result
- He makes deals and can "play" with his victims when he chooses to. Alliances are all well and good as well, but he is only loyal for as long as the contracts are fulfilled and as long as the other is loyal
- Time thaws his heart, in truth he can feel just as much as a child as Dream at times
- They have a giant library that they read
- Has wonderful manners and speaks very formally. Due to their origins, they also happen to have an accent of some sorts
- His goo tends to always return to him so one ability of his is flicking goo before it can harden and sharpen like spikes at a location
- He can be hit with anything and not get affected unless it's a weapon from his brother
- Strong positivity makes him nauseous, lightheaded, and weak
- Can sense other people's emotions but has the most influence on negativity
- Can analyze others extremely well, reading their body language and analyzing their words
- Hobbies of theirs include reading and writing, or even playing piano since he has a fondness for it
- His magic smells of something akin to earthy scents and moisture, like oak with wet dirt that carries a faint sweetness of decay. His magic tastes something akin to apple
- He's intolerant to children being injured, bullied, or abused. It reminds him of his childhood and thus he is protective of them
- Despite scaring most children, he refuses to harm them and is quite patient and kind to them
- He misses his brother, he does. He tells Dream things he doesn't mean in moments of anger or to get at him, but he doesn't mean pretty much most of it. He doesn't actually blame Dream, at least since he's matured over time
- He never got closure when Dream turned to stone, so those wounds opened up easily when he found out that he was alive. He tried to bury his past but his brother, whose bone is of a porcelain memory to his origins, haunt him
- He can't stand the color yellow, it reminds him of Dream. But, he has secret items that are of a yellow color
- He is fond of flower language and his favorite flower is the purple hyacinth. Fun fact: hyacinth blossoms under full sunlight, and they have wonderful symbolism. Dahlias, orchids, and hydrangea are those he is fond of as well
- He treasures the few things he's gifted, but rarely does he receive anything
- He gets slightly uncomfortable around stone, even if he knows that no one is inside. It just makes him secretly nervous
- Loves animals, but he won't touch them due to his goop and negativity
- His teeth can form into sharp fangs and he has clawed hands, his bone sharpened over time
- He avoids water because if he's fully submerged you can see the inner body that negativity possesses. Aka his original one
- He usually is covered in goop but rarely does it remove around him as a sort of venom situation. In fact, the two are separate entities in some ways, working as one
- Funnily enough he's a perfectionist who likes his things organized, especially when it comes to plans
- Does not use or understand slang
- He is a wonderful strategist, he even plays chess and can use the pieces as a visual understanding of it
- Hates sleep and avoids it until it's impossible to do so
- Can go into other people's dreams and cause intense nightmares, but he cannot do the same for his own and he is forgotten the moment the individual awakes
- He actually cares deeply for a lot of things, but he refuses to acknowledge this under most circumstances. If he vocalizes it, he threatens others to not do anything towards it
- He doesn't hate Error or even Ink, but he finds both to be a pain in the ass. Ink is one of the few he can't wrap his head around and he is one of the few who suspects Ink, especially because his emotions and aura seem....odd
- A more quiet and reserved being, he doesn't talk much unless he has to address someone or when he chooses to respond
- He's hard to read due to his air of apathy, he has learned how to avoid others detecting how he feels
- Even after eons, he won't let anyone else harm Dream
- The stronger the negativity, the larger he grows
- His original name is Night, him and Nightmare are separate but very much intertwined
- His original job was to protect those from negativity and also balance emotions in hard times to guide others, allowing sadness to occur
- Used to Call Dream Sunny as his nickname, and he refuses to let anyone call him Nighty since only Dream called him that
- People like to think of Night being manipulated by negativity but also it's important to note that what if that negative entity actually did feel that pain Nighty went through and was a source of comfort for him when Mother Tree wasn't? Yes, it eventually hurt him by convincing him to eat the apples to be corrupt, but if it's a parasite in my interpretation? I'd want to be maybe like- a situation where the corruption was also genuinely caring of Nighty while simultaneously being the reason Nighty indulged in his anger and hurt
- Multilingual, he knows every language fluently
- He had time to learn how to read and write, he forgot that Dream didn't the first time he saw a tree inside an AU carved by Dream with horrible writing underneath. That realization sort of made his "soul" crumble at the thought
- He has severe thanantophobia, he actually is deeply afraid of dying despite his circumstances. It's something he stresses out about and when Dream became more dangerous, he grew more nervous
- He's actually insecure about his aura at times, especially near those he doesn't wish to harm. He worries if they don't want to be around him because of it, which just worsens his aura
- He thought Dream died long ago, as he was disoriented and was too busy grieving. He didn't actually want Dream to die, and I actually hc that he threw the cloak over Dream to protect him as an apple happened to fall underneath with Dream. He was ashamed when Dream saw him again, and saw who he became. Still, he didn't want to change his ways because of the resentment he still held at the time
- He used to visit Dream and would cry next to his statue before he went off to feed off negative timelines. Even then, he would visit on their birthday
- He destroys mirrors and refuses to look at himself. He doesn't want to remember what he used to look like or who he's now become
- He has a secret painting that he was able to create deep inside his castle, one of Dream. He has destroyed previous ones due to finding them imperfect, a disgusting reminder, etc. this one though, this one he keeps
- His favorite fruit is pomegranate, he can perfectly deseed it and it's his favorite snack other than apple pie
- He used to be great with animals, barely do any of them approach him however
- He likes forests, the scent and even the sensation. He just wishes that he could feel Mother Tree again
- He enjoys herbal tea, actually much more than coffee and his favorite is lavender tea
- He avoids anything related to apples or fire, it reminds him of his past and in fact he grows nervous about it
- Doesn't realize that his tentacles react to his emotions, going so far as to flick with irritation at times
- His tentacles often just appear at will or with extreme emotion, but when they do appear to be actually quite painful since they tore through his back bones. Nowadays, he's numb to it and the bones have attempted to grow back due to magic healing he's attempted to find
- His tentacles actually can act like tree branches or at least resemble them. Firm, shaped similar, etc
- Genderless but prefers masc pronouns
- He actually never lies, but twisting the truth so hard involves enough intellect and leaves him to be a dangerous figure
- on the aroace spectrum
- Gets really goopy when sleeping, to the point he looks boneless
- Out of respect and guilt after coming back to his senses after the incident, he used parts of Mother Tree as custom furniture inside his castle so that she doesn't go to waste at all.
- He actually could hear her screaming when he was corrupted, and that sound haunts him
- He forgot what a hug feels like, the only time he was ever hugged in his life was with Dream. Time caused him to forget
- I feel that his form, present, isn't his true form but he keeps it up because it not only was the turning point in his life, but what protected him. It's why I think it works as something else when it detached itself. The goop at this point is a different part of who he is, and only when he is alone does it detach to speak
- Even if he causes nightmares and enters inside other monsters minds, he actually just has dreams. He dreams of what would've happened if they were happy, being raised by the mother tree, if he and his brother grew up without being guardians. It haunts him, makes him question if he was actually just justified in what he did. Was his actions worth it?
- He hates losing control of situations, absolutely throws a fit
- Struggles getting drunk, so he only drinks wine and magical drinks. Smoking doesn't please him, goop covers it anyways
- He doesn't discriminate, fools. Useless hatred feeds him, sure, but that doesn't mean he agrees and even will react violently towards blatant hate crimes
Closing Notes: no one talk to me, no one look at me. I don't exist, these two are the reasons I need therapy
My gender is a little bit of a lot of people that are so much better than the other one
HUH??😭 Who is "the other one" and how am I a lot of people? Is it because I'm nonbinary? HELP??
Don't mess with me y'all, I'm nonbinary so the gang(me) will beat the other one
@vamppiko help me😭
Type "my gender is" on your phone and let your phone finish the sentence, then tag your moots to keep the chain going, I'll go first.
My gender is a little bit more intense than I thought I could have done
@mirukosbitchywife @get-junpeid
Coffee Serrif
- Official height is 6'4
- He/They
- Selectively mute
- Would play the Drums
- An artist, he has a box filled with old sketchbooks and still gets more even now. His favorite is using charcoal
- Consumes Whipped Cream
- Feels insecure in his friendships, since he doesn't only struggle socializing, but he isn't sure when someone actually is sincere with their interest
- Good friends with Rus, Stretch, and Cash
- Grows bashful from praise, he can't handle it
- Empathetic, kind, open minded, creative, timid, passive, intuitive, will avoid fights, pessimistic, impatient, reserved, and sensitive
- A cat person, he's a hub for them
- Video game expert genius. Would be excellent if you handed him a new game and controller
- Uses notes to communicate, if he talks he stutters and messes up frequently
- Curses rarely, only a handful of times
- A master sharpshooter who was taught by Wine
- Loves coffee drowned with whipped cream and caramel
- Likes chocolate, loves dark chocolate the most though or caramel chocolate
- Loves eating rye bread
- Once close with someone, he adores physical affection and is clingy
- Doesn't admit his frustration when Wine constantly tries to do everything for him, since he likes to do things on his own sometimes
- Grew to see Razz, Carmine, and Powder as role models overtime
- Knows sign language
- Wears gloves due to his sensitivity
- Stims with his hands
- Doesn't smoke often, but he uses matches when he does
- magic smells like hazelnut, magic tastes like toffee
- A soft romantic
- Prefers handshakes
- likes Hello Kitty, his favorite character is Choco
- Calls Chara "Kitty" because they're small and remind him of a cat (it's fucking cute bro)
- Cries vary in quality often, he cries a lot
- Would call his lover peaches
- He doesn't seem like it, but he's physically pretty agile and strong. He gets irritated when he's belittled
- Sometimes, when frustrated, he'll actively ignore someone or throw something to get them to shut up
- He can't be bothered with doing a lot of things, such as drinking or partying
- He loves any sort of video games and is an excellent gamer. The moment someone shows interest, he'd have to be reassured that he's not talking too much
- He's curious of humans, but he doesn't blindly trust them
- He doesn't judge others and often is a silent observer to figure out his opinion of them
- He has very acute senses, and he'll dodge drama as soon as it's present. He slips away with whoever he's spending time with easily
- When meeting Chara, he had a piece of paper with a smiling face as he was overly friendly as he joked how to greet another human despite his terrifying aura
- Very internet savvy, he's dangerous since he can hack into anything for information
- Like every swapfell variant of Papyri, he loves fast food
- He can be very mischievous, him and Rus are very slick with their pranks
- his hoodie changes what it says based off what he's feeling
- He has a black list which is to identify who is considered an enemy and who he watches. You do not want to be on that
- He visits multiple locations, but when he's in public he usually stalks around the corners without feeling the need to say something
- He's very well educated and can be seen reading up on mechanical engineering, he gave up working on the machine however
- He doesn't remember Gaster, except for faint sensations and memories in his dreams. They're never pleasant
- He doesn't actually like the Queen, but he works for her and knows how to behave in her presence
- He always has a hood or something on his head, he doesn't like it being bare
- His eyelights don't frequently light up unless he is surprised or feeling an intense emotion, such as crying or getting flustered. His magic is much smoother(?) in appearance and yet can feel more intense
Closing Notes: i honestly want to flesh him out more than what I have for him. He's fun and I love his character, this might be updated or something since he's just sooooooo- OURGH
I'm in tears I wanted the silly weird one ohhh NOOOO😭😭😭(thank you for adding me to your reblogs btw, i love you. If you can see this @alexsorsis please tell me your favorite skeleton from the AU's! I'd love to see you send me an ask so I can write a little gift for you :)) )
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Saw this going around twitter, looked like fun. What? I'm not procrastinating (I am, I really am)
Make this picrew of yourself
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Skeleton AU Names Pt. 2
This is just for other AU's that I'll be working on, as I'll mainly focus on the main 14 over these guys frequently. Enjoy.
To Note! I have no real explanation why the Mob/Mafia AU's have their names other than that they were cool and fitting. I uh,,, didn't have much thought beyond that,,,
Mobtale/Mafiatale Sans: Bullet Serrif
Mobtale/Mafiatale Papyrus: Ace Serrif
Mobswap/Mafiaswap Sans: Azure Serrif.
Mobswap/Mafiaswap Papyrus: Canary Serrif
Mobfell/Mafiafell Sans: Calibur Serrif
Mobfell/Mafiafell Papyrus: Vermillion Serrif
Swapfell Red Sans: Noir Serrif
Swapfell Red Papyrus: Smokes Serrif
Swapfell Purple Sans: Mal Serrif
Swapfell Purple Papyrus: Slim Serrif
Outertale Sans: Cosmic Serrif. I thought it would be kinda funny that he would name himself Cosmic because when he finds out how similar he and Vanilla are, the two progressively end up making a connection to Comic Sans becoming a pun with "Cosmic."
Outertale Papyrus: Comet Serrif. Fast, energetic, and bright - Comet got his name out of inspiration. He actually was able to pick what name he wanted quickly as a result
Farmtale Sans: Basil Serrif. Basil is a type of plant that is suspected to have mild sedative properties that affect mood and ease things such as depression, anxiety, and sleeping problems. Wonderful for foods, teas, etc, he thought that the name itself was just perfect for him. He's a very laid back character, so it works along with the fact that his magic happens to be green
Farmtale Papyrus: Juniper Serrif. The word juniper comes from the Latin word juniperus, which means "to produce." The name symbolizes life, growth, and it's known to be a resilient plant. So, what better name could he go for that's based off a plant like his brother and that perfectly captures his excellence?
G!Sans: Marigold Serrif. Like his magic, it is a bright flower that often symbolizes power, strength, and light. It is also said that Marigolds are thought to attract souls. Back then in the Victorian Era, where the Language of Flowers prospered, marigolds often were about grief and sadness, often put in bouquets as a way of expressing kindness and solidarity. He would have chosen this name as a sort of gesture of withholding the memories of not only Gaster, but of all that lie underground as they vanished. He is a withdrawn and self reflective individual, it makes sense he'd choose it as it holds significant meaning to him
G!Papyrus: Sage Serrif. The name means wise, or prophet in Latin terms. The plant is commonly also used in practices that include burning it in order to connect to the spiritual world or enhance intuition. His magic is green, so to specifically focus on green Sage reveals that it represents wisdom, intelligence, and experience. When part of Gaster's soul fused with his own, not only did he grow more knowledge, but he progressively became a mixture of both personalities. So, sage was the perfect inspiration for him
For context: I do not like anything from the original AU Underlust It was a proshipping hellhole that I do not like and honestly most of the designs if not all of them are not to my personal liking. So, as a result I took some inspiration of what it was "going for" and decided to make my own little AU like spin on it. So, to get a slight idea, this is where these two come from
Fashiontale Sans: Cupid Serrif. The God of desire, attraction, affection, and erotic love. It's a fitting name for him because of his popularity underground for his performances and his ability to attract all the things that the God Cupid is capable of. He would only want such a pretty name for a pretty face
Fashiontale Papyrus: Desi Serrif. Desi comes from Desire, shortened to a simple sweetness. It also is a name meaning "yearning, sorrow, or desire." With all of this, what really pushed him to choose this name is because of the Desi Roses, a garden rose variety that is known for its strong scent. Everyone already knows the symbolism of roses, so this was just the perfect name for him
I have no desire to change their names, since they're such solid ones. However, below, I decided to add little nicknames that were technically their own "names" when the two were children
Dream: Sunny or Dreamy, which used to be used by Nightmare when the two were children
Nightmare: Nicknames he had from Dream were ones such as Nighty or Moony. ("oh like FNA-" "shhh shhh shh shh. Shh")
Glitched Swap Sans: Blooper. He was not meant to be an outcode, let alone meant to even be in the void to begin with. A stumble of steps, a missed line, a missed frame. The dictionary states that Blooper means "an embarrassing error" "a mistake" and I think that perfectly encapsulates him entirely. How he feels, how he was created. There's a lot I personally changed in his character, but I wanted to name him Blooper since not only is it fitting, but because it also is a small nod towards "Blueberror", which was his original name
I plan to just keep the rest of the names that we have for other popular AU's such as Ink, Reaper, Dust, Killer, Error, Geno, and Cross.
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