I Exist To Please And I Exist To Be Cringe For Free Babes, Thank You (I'm Normal I Swear)

OH FR??/gen

Honestly I dont think ive heard about that holy shit I'd actually love to hear more. I'd love to talk abt it, especially since I don't see much depth on Chara either. I personally think both would be victims to a system of the Player and from there is where I like to get creative. I'd like to hear more about what he's like with Nightmare and their dynamic since I see so many interpretations. I would want to be the last person to erase that canon part of him.

Im having another one of my thoughts tangents but stars above do I wonder.

(this is just my interpretation btw I love multiple versions of the Bad Sanses)

Does Dust think that the bad Sanses would be selfish? Is there a reasonable reason for him to join the Bad Sanses in some versions? He killed his entire underground thinking it was a more merciful kill than them having to go through the constant resets and he couldn't take it anymore before losing his mind. I think just making him stereotypically "psycho" doesn't give him the justice I see much of. I think the idea of taking away the happy endings of others is impossible for him, especially in specific timelines. I think that the versions of each Bad Sans having their own reasons would be fun, like how I imagine he could've been convinced by Pap to go in order to not Starve.

Don't even get me STARTED on Saint, either. He, in my opinion, joins the Bad Sanses to provide safety and food for the underground. His whole character is defending and caring for the underground despite his rough edges. It's not like he would abandon his brother and village when they're victims of fate and cruel circumstances. The idea that Killer killed everyone to just FEEL something? At least there's some level of understanding for Dust even if he also would dislike him. I've always seen Saint as a character always wanting to protect the weak, or at least protect helpless monsters in bad situations. That could lead to a whole way of him bonding with Dust for that matter

If I'm to think of Killer in the way everyone™ in the fandom sees him, he would have the least justification.

,,,,BUT WHAT IF I THINK OF SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT?

What if Killer decided to join the human to try and stop the resets like Dust? That his method wasn't just to "stop feeling awful" or to "feel nothing at all." I think Sans as a character is very fascinating, and I like to personally think he would pair with Chara as a way not to stop Frisk, but rather to stop the player. It would be interesting to think a part of Chara and Sans are fused into a soul rather than Killer y'know,,,,killing them. I don't care for the evil Chara interpretations, and I think this could lead to a more empathetic light to a character (Killer) with a really cool concept. It's a shame to me that out of all the Bad Sanses, Killer has the least justification and doesn't have that slice of humanity in him that could give him empathy from people in the community

These are just my personal takes, even if whoever reads this may think they're bad takes. Again, I LOVE almost every version someone has of a character so many people can interpret in different ways. I just like adding my own twist to try and pump more depth into each of these silly guys

Thanks for reading if you read this much of my rambling🙂‍↕️🫶

Aaa miss your writing!!

How would the boys want to spend a lovely summer day?

Oh this is a fun one! Other than a stereotypical day at the beach(beach episoddde!) I can totally see how they'd spend their day on a particularly good summer day! Also, this will be placed as if these guys all lived together and would be able to enjoy their pool!

Enjoy(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

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Vanilla: If he's convinced to go in the water, he'd have a lovely time laying in a donut float and taking a nap or enjoying the sun with a pair of funky blue shades his brother got for him! Others would be in the pool too, but he would work more like an obstacle rather than a participant as he somehow never gets pulled underwater. He may experience getting splashed though, but he wouldn't mind. When the fight occurred, he simply teleported out and sat with Carmine and Wine

Cyperus and Powder: Both are definitely in the pool practicing their wonderful swimming skills, duh! The two would race back and forth or if they decided that the others got too rough, they'd work as little lift coaches to avoid any "rough" play. They at first monitored it just fine, but it quickly escalated

Carmine and Wine: Typically these skeletons can be seen outside in the summer heat dressed in funky but fashionable loose button up, tank tops, and shorts as they "get a nice sun tan." They would have this paired with nice black shades as they lounge in the beach chairs together judging the rest with light gossip. When the fight broke out Wine said with a smile: "how dreadful." While Carmine lightly sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose witnessing Rus participate

Stretch, Rus, and Cash: These three are the reason that Powder and Cyperus have to monitor the pools to begin with. It'd start simple really, just some light relaxation as they all are swimming in the pool. It wasn't even these three that started the pool fight, but they sure as hell escalated it as poor Stretch tried desperately to escape the tidal waves of getting eliminated. Cash was the one to escalate the fight, and Rus just decided to follow along

Red and Razz: These two. These diabolical two. They just had to argue really while they were in the pool. Red was making fun of Razz for taking his time getting in the pool because he may have a minor fear of drowning. It's logical is all! He read about how humans drown in pools when he saw that everyone wanted to hang out. As Red was making fun of him and the two were arguing, it was Cash that wanted to defend his brother as he splashed him. By the end of it, not even the two noble skeletons Powder and Cyperus could stop the war.

Coffee: The guy has never learned how to swim, so he didn't even get in the water. However, before the fight occurred he was along the sides with his legs in the water thanks to Vanilla coaxing him to at least get adjusted to the water and enjoy it a little instead of sitting out. Rus had even swam over and offered to hold his hand when getting in the water! Cash ruined it though when he joked about pulling him under and thus having Coffee run off with Saint out of fear

Saint: He wanted to get in the water, but Powder warned how he could easily get water in his skull. He did get in for a little bit, but Red splashed him and caused a negative reaction where he froze before grabbing a laughing Red and dragging him under. He wasn't trying to drown him! Just prove a point is all. Still, Cyperus lifted him while Powder helped Red back up before he was sent out of the pool. Later, Coffee joined him as the two watched the fight play out. It was secretly the first time he voted for Razz to kick Red's ass

Pitch and Lunar: The two are weary about just almost anything, so they wouldn't get in the pool. The two have their own reasons, but collectively they both agreed that all the swimming and stuff could make them hungry. Lunar would be the one to make lemonade as Pitch made sandwiches! The two would be able to bond as they share a rare, but nice afternoon. It was the two leaving the kitchen and shouting loud enough that actually got everyone to stop fighting for a light lunch break.(Pitch shouted first but Lunar's terrifying yell actually got them to truly stop.) Pitch grabbed Red like a troubled kitten and dragged him out while everyone else got out normally as he scolded him(⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I had fun writing this! I always like to imagine what a domestic day would be like for the skeletons if they all lived together. I hope this is what you were asking for! Thank you for the ask and thank you for reading :-))

I was working on that small one shot of Stretch x Reader and idk what happened but I went to it only to find it deleted. I'm so,,,,,normal,,,,,I'm so normal about this,,,,,

Carmine Serrif

How does it feel to serve under the Queen? To lie, to kill, to O B E Y? SF!Red Sans will not answer, and instead chooses silence.

- Official height is 5'7 because he wears heels

- He/Him

- He is competitive in a passive way

- Likes to drink Tea since he would enjoy a cup with the Queen often

- He is picky about touch, and actively avoids giving it. He's slightly uncomfortable if someone initiates it, and depending on who it is, he'll go out of his way to make sure they don't touch him

- He was competitive with Razz before, and even found him to be annoying before they became friends

- He's close friends with Powder

- He had a horrible relationship with Gaster, and can only dream of him where he can recall good memories before it turns into something....bad

- He was super distant from Rus and yet overprotective in the underground. He didn't want others to truly see how much he cared in fear of others using it against him and his brother

- Won't admit it, but he wants praise and validation

- Will try to be rational before using violence, but will proceed to not hesitate if his opponent pushes him enough

- He feels the need to constantly be independent and he doesn't trust himself or others enough

- Intelligent, cynical, confident, intuitive, well spoken, loyal, clever, dedicated, perfectionist, reserved, serious, over-thinker, stubborn, blunt, and a workaholic

- Does not curse often, but he will when he deems it appropriate

- He is much slower to trust others, even if he secretly craves companionship

- Considers himself selfish while close with others, but he is only softer and more patient with loved ones

- Despite his big talk, it takes awhile for him to actually strike someone physically, since he prefers to de-escalate the situation or use intimidation tactics

- Despite the strange nickname Mutt for his brother, he does not actually mean it in a demeaning manner and only uses it sparingly

- A wonderful strategist, he's wonderful at collecting data on others and he uses this to his advantage. He is not below blackmailing someone

- He is heavily scarred but he is not ashamed of it

- A gentleman, he would never go beyond your comfort level as long as you respect his

- He is adamant with giving advice, but he gives space for you to decide. However, he doesn't listen to his own advice and doesn't know how to help someone with their relationships

- He will berate you, but not to demean you or cause you shame. He does it from a place of care

- He is a smooth talker, so he's great at flustering or disarming others if he needs to. However, despite his constant appearance of seeming to be put together, he's constantly tense and anxious

- Emotions are not his forte, so jealousy is something he deals with. He stews in it until confronted, and even then he struggles to face it

- When he apologizes, it is extremely sincere unless he is faced among other higher ups. He rarely will apologize, and only will do it if he deems someone worthy of it. Otherwise, he can suck up his emotions in the face of authority and pretend to actually apologize

- He appears ruthless to his guardsman, the lieutenant of the Royal Guard

- He hates beating around the bush, he's direct and can appear very blunt

- He does not care for PDA in any sense, since that puts him and his partner in a vulnerable position while somewhere dangerous

- Magic smells of frost and mint, his magic tastes like red raspberries

- Doesn't do it often, but he will cook his brothers favorite meals out of feeling bad or when he sees his brother isn't doing well

- Gets really frustrated if he cries, and is quite loud while trying to hide it

- He hates his dynamic with the Queen. He is loyal to no one but her Queen, and fights for her. He knows she has an interest in him, but in truth he does not care and is only acting. He only cares for his brother, and knows she will excuse his brothers actions as long as he works for her

- He makes chalupas and is a wonderful cook, but he doesn't do it often after being placed with the other skeletons

- Goes clothes shopping with Wine, they're quite close because of this

- He has yellowed bone and red magic due to his LV, stress levels, etc

- A romantic

- He gives handshakes or of formality, but otherwise he won't touch someone else

- He would call his lover love or his lovely

- He's tactful about his decisions, avoiding getting attention at all points because he feels that a lack of attention is safer

- Despite acting like he doesn't care, he actually deeply feels awful that he cannot show his love for those he cares about

- He would rather tear his tongue out than admit that he actually craves companionship

- He sacrificed a lot to get into the Royal Guard in order to keep him and Rus safe, he doesn't realize how badly Rus got affected though with his role in the Royal Guard since he doesn't see him as much as he wants to

- He got his scar over his eye from the Queen, but he pretends to not despise her for it even if he dislikes her

- He confuses acts of service as a way of earning love from someone, and in turn he gets confused when earning gifts. He doesn't ever understand when someone does something for him, let alone gifts. So, if someone shows their love to him, he is left to wonder if they want something in return. Only later on does it become a healthy habit for him to see affection for what it actually is

- He doesn't like to think about what would ever happen if his brother actually hates him, since that's quite literally his only family and the only person he'd kill or die for

- The amount of dust on his hands is hard to count, he doesn't like talking about it though

Closing Notes: He's a character I definitely have rewritten a lot since his origins are written by a proshipper, and that influences stuff a lot. I honestly have fun writing him though, especially with his dynamics with the other Sanses and his brother. Rus is next, so eat up🫡

ah, okay glad ur not dead!! Also not in the us but yeah that guy sucks get his orange ass outta here… But I just wanted so say I absolutely adore how you write for the guys!! Finding your account made me sososos happy :3 I hope everything goes well with your weekend!

Thank you so much!! I've been thinking of them, but my interests are like a drift in the breeze hahaha! Thank you so much, I hope that when I can take a breath of relief, I can get back to writing!! I appreciate your kind words, and I am always open to having my asks open if you ever were curious! With much love, thank you(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

I have booped so much. So....so much...

I keep having Mitski repeating in my head

"I am hungry, I have been hungry, I was born hungry, what do I need..?"

And it's all thanks to this BOOP APOCALYPSE

Anyways, I decided the last boop before I pass out belongs to my own cat, Bingus. My belobed. This is a picture of her, she's my pride and joy

Ink Sans: Does it Matter?

Apathy. He does not pay attention to the world, or their endings. It has ended for him many times before, and yet it will begin the very next day. He survives everything, envies all that don't. Envies those who live unaware, how lucky they must be.

Ink can feel the spasms of emotion shoot through the marrow and curves of his bone. He grows terrified of it, but feeling anything deranges him. To be feeling anything at all strips him bare until even his bones are nothing but obstacles in the way of where a soul would be, where a soul should be.

The energy generated from fission is in fact energy released from his divine clutches, released to be desperate attempts of begging for something more but he in fact cannot reach it. The only thing he is good at is wanting, yearning, and being alone. Alone, alone, alone, constantly alone despite his constant company. He is penetrated of his defenses constantly, even if he does the same to mortals who couldn't even begin to understand his misery.

He cannot be resolved of his torment. If he were to be asked how it feels to be seen as the sky, he couldn't answer, even with eyes cast up his way. There's joy, beauty, pain, and nothingness. It should mean something, but after time has withered away his bone he must ask himself

"does it matter?"

Closing Notes: i felt silly thinking about Ink Sans and stuff

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)

I just narrowed it down to these brothers, especially because I'm a self indulgent dork. Thank you for your time and please note this is for my roommate au even if it's a stereotypical trope at this rate in the fandom

Ive been posting my playlists and bracelets recently to be paired with each skeleton and now I gotta ask: