Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Morally G(r)ay Man And The Twink He Keeps In The Basement.

I have a fanfic idea; Imagine if Y/N got turned into a monster like a cat or dog or some other animal. But Y/N is a huge furry, so this is essentially the greatest boon someone could have gotten. Bonus points if the animal Y/N gets turned into is the same species as her fursona and similar colors/ they dye their fur to match.

It could also add a unique spin on the whole "turned into a monster" trope, since then Y/N could use their new monstrous form in furry conventions, photo shoots, etc. They'd probably feel dysmorphia later too, after the "cool new body" phase passed.

This is just a loose idea that's been floating around in my head for a while.

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Dreaming

So I'm working on the outline (i'm getting the whole thing outlined before I start writing btw. Part of why idk what to do with DaS is because I have no clue where to take it) and The Divine Inspiration hit me.

I have never had divine inspiration hit that hard, that fast, or that suddenly before. It's like the gods of creativity said "WRITE" and I, a humble pawn, had no other option but to obey. Problem is, it's the last three chapters. I'm still working on 6 and 7 and there's 30 in total. + a possible epilogue. So we're still working through it, but we're working.

In related news, the divine inspiration gave me a theme to focus my story around, so there's that too.

@yo00ru

Sans and Papyrus meet you, a TA, while picking up Frisk, and Sans suddenly understands the term "Meet-cute" that Alphys had always fawned over. Or was it "love at first sight?" The difference doesn't matter to him. All that matters is watching how your face crinkles as you giggle at a bad pun he made, and how your eyes fly open in shock with the classic "whoopee cushion in the hand" trick.

You spend more time around them and Sans is falling hard. You not only love space too, and love Grillby's (though you have no tab, fortunately for Grillby you were always on top of paying it), but you loved puzzles and were high energy, just like his brother.

The three of you were thick as thieves, with every home cooked meal and every late night on the phone because you couldn't sleep and every interaction making Sans fall even harder for you.

One day, during Frisk's birthday party, Sans overhears you, Alphys, Toriel, and Undyne (can it really be overhear when Undyne is only slightly quieter that Papyrus) talking. Something you said sounded like hot gossip, given the "oohs" coming from the group. Sans shortcuts slightly closer, feigning disinterest as he listens in.

He freezes when Alphys speaks.

"A crush, huh? Who's the lucky guy?"

"Or gal," Toriel interjects.

A crush? On who? His stomach twists at the though of some random guy sidling his way between the two of you and stealing you away.

"Ah, well," you start, sounding bashful. Sans doesn't even need to turn to know you're looking anywhere but at them. "You know him quite well. I'd even say you're friends with him."

Wait, really? Could it be?

"We have a lot in common, and uh..." you rush out the rest, almost too quiet for him to hear, but he was straining to hear you at this point. "He's a skeleton."

Undyne startles him with how loud her "WHAT" is, but Alphys, ever the saint, pulls her down and kisses her cheek. She's gotten bolder since surfacing. Meanwhile, Sans is on cloud nine.

He's good friends with Toriel and Alphys, even though he hasn't spoken to the latter in a while. And your shared love of bad jokes, greasy food, space, and science are definitely not lost on him. It must be him, right? A few minutes pass between you four before you finally give in, promising to confess during the Fall Festival. He's never felt like dressing up before a festival, but now he certainly does.

The festival rolls around, and he's excited. He put more effort that he usually does into his outfit, and even got you your favorite snack from Muffets and some fries from Grillby's. Despite Papyrus' complaints, his sigh was through a smile as your nerves from seeing the both of them dissipated around the sweet and salty foods.

The entire walk through the festival, Sans can't help the nervous excitement flowing through his veins. The question of when floods his system. Will you ask before the fireworks? During? Before you head home? He can't stop picturing each scenario, all of them ending with you leaning forward as you kissed him. He'd drown in your smell if he could.

Papyrus, meanwhile, had been winning carnival game after carnival game, all for the plushies your eyes lingered on for a second too long. He was so cool, Sans thought. It was great that you both got along. You both were discussing a puzzle you had bought for him, and how you had struggled with it for hours while it only took Papyrus a few minutes to solve.

Eventually, the three of you split off right before the fireworks start, and Sans is looking for you. He's finally decided that he should confess to you, before you lose the chance. He got you both caramel apples.

He spots you and Papyrus standing by the lake, sauntering over as he prepares an excuse to get Papyrus away for a few minutes.

Your hand was on Papyrus' upper arm as you told him something, turning away as you finished. He wondered what you told him.

...

Why was Papyrus leaning in so close.

Why weren't you leaning away.

...

Ah.

He stands there as he tells himself that he should be happy. His brother was so cool, and he wanted what was best for both of you. You always had more in common with Papyrus than him anyways. Papyrus would be able to keep up with you in ways Sans never could.

Sans was lazy and he never liked puzzles all that much, preferring the daily crossword over anything else. You went on runs with Papyrus, solved puzzles with him, baked with him, hell, your favorite food was spaghetti, for crying out loud. You two were made for each other.

He should be happy.

...So why was he crying?

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Slapped this together after reading too many angsty romantic poems in one night and needed to get this out. Probably poorly written and for that I am sorry but the brainrot took hold.

But yeah, the idea is that Sans wants you but he loves you and Papyrus too much to even entertain the idea of breaking you two up.

Ok ok ok

Hear me out

One sided/unrequited Sans/Reader

But instead of Sans falling in love with Toriel

It’s Reader falling in love with Papyrus

I drew the minecraft parkour boys... but as cats!

I'm not quite satisfied with their designs though, so expect some more concrete designs in the future

Also the only reason Evbo is taller than EMF is because he's god so he got a size boost and star patterns on his fur, his champion form was smaller than EMF and he's rubbing the height difference in his face

I redid the parkour boys designs! I’m really proud of them.

I’m especially proud of Evbo’s. I think the yellows and greens really complimented each other. I had the idea for swirls in his coat pattern and couldn’t resist, though I did have to remove one on his back to avoid his design looking cluttered.

I also made him look very small both via proportions and by making him visibly skinny. I think he’s a little smaller than the average parkour pro. If you saw my earlier post, you’d know that I think he gains a fair bit of weight after the first movie.

EMF on the other hand was meant to be big. Imposing and solid. His base was originally a much darker gray but I kept it like this. So you could draw him as a ghost tabby if you want. I like how his pelt has a drippy oozy look to it as well as the smoke tail.

Btw I am moving all non Undertale content to @axelsapothecary ! Currently I am talking about Mouthwashing, so beware spoilers, but you can bring up anything about WCPKCiv if you want!

…Should the AU be called ParkourClan?

if you're ok with an incessant amount of boops reblog this so I can get those other 2 badges <3

Dear god I wish I could write because I’m turning Determination and Starvation around in my head but writing it feels like such a Herculean task.

Someone help.

Y'all ain't following for this shit but I'm gonna draw him trust 🙏

his name is spinjump