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I would just like to point out that you turned a Doberman into a golden retriever and I think that's hilarious. (Referring to how you usually depict Michael to the ballpit version in that comic.)

This is literally all I could think about while Drawing Ballpit Micheal Lmfaoo

I know there's like a canonical reason he's like that in the au

But I only ever draw teen Michael as an ABSOLUTE DELINQUENT

It was honestly hard drawing him being nice lol😭

Hello! I hope your week has been nice. I’m working on a community for fiction readers and authors (aspiring and published). The books have a general target audience of 13-25. It’ll be like a bookstore that’s run by the authors. I want it to give readers the chance to engage with authors, asking/learning about great stories that they might not have discovered otherwise, and for authors to build their brand without all the stress of expensive marketing. I plan for this to be a really fun and interactive experience for book lovers on both sides. Would you like to be part of it when the community launches? It’ll probably be this upcoming weekend, but I want to start building a list of confirmed members, so that we can have fun as soon as it begins.

Sure! That actually sounds like a lot of fun. I may not be able to participate much outside of making/replying to posts or asking questions due to my current living situation, but I'd love to partake!

I'm bored, so I'm giving you a whole essay here:

So you're having your everyday life. You go to bed one evening, everything is normal. (Like so normal)(Bear with me im setting the scene). You wake up the next morning, tho and woah, there's a fricken genie glass thingy at the side of your bed! Isn't that insane dude! You open it, and Mr. genie guy comes out, except he's got different rules this time.

Your first wish must be for some sort of ability (supernatural or normal) for yourself. What do you wish for?

For the second wish, you must wish for 1 person/place/thing to be yours. What person/place/thing do you wish for?

And for your final wish, idk, just whatever you really want to wish for (with the normal rules: no wishing for more wishes, no necromancy, and no bewitching anyone to fall in love w/ you).

Ooooo- so fun, great scene setting. Let's see...

Wish number one: I want the ability to manipulate probability. "Oh, what are the odds I get my dream job? Let's make that 100%. Odds I get HRT immediately? 100%, it's gonna happen." If that's too overpowered, I'll go with the basic tranny answer of shapeshifting

Wish number two: Give me all of Elongated Muskrat's money. All of it. I could actually use it for a SHIT TON of good and still have plenty left over to support myself and the people I love for life. Let me do everything that coward won't-

Wish number three: I want a bag that fills with whatever snack I want when I am hungry. I am a very simple man and also the local garbage disposal (if you don't eat it, I will). I have a fast metabolism, so I feel really hungry a lot of the time. I would kill for infinite snacks.

This was actually really fun- good questions, all of them.

You're sentenced to life in prison. What'd you do? Who's your one call?

They decide that you're gonna have to go to the row of no returns (I was tryna make it sound less dark, but now it sounds more dark), what's your last meal?

Oooo, these are some good ones- Okay, let's see.

So, sentenced to life, I guess I'd ask for a journal or notebook or something to write in. Get my stories to the page, y'know? Either the fictional stuff I make up in my head or my actual life story to prove my innocence (or justify myself because I'm gonna be honest, if I ever do anything bad enough to get sentenced to any time in prison, there's gonna be a damn good reason behind it). It'd be a way to pass time, and who knows, might secure me an honorable spot in people's memories if it ever gets published.

My one call would 100% be my irl best friend. That's my pookie, and that bastard needs to know everything so he can visit (and try to break me out but shhhhhh-)

And if I had to pick a last meal, I'd say I want the loaded baked potato and smoked mac & cheese from my local BBQ truck. That stuff is the food of gods. If I'm gonna go out, I will go out with the ultimate satisfaction.

Fav colors?

I would personally go to war for the color yellow. Golden hour is the most divine time of day, marigolds are the best flowers, and yellow is simply the best. I take NO argument. My Stratocaster is yellow. My favorite sweater is yellow. Gold jewelry (offshoot of yellow) is my favorite to wear. If someone calls it a piss color again, there will be violence

Green is second place. Not a close second, but second place. It's a nice color-

if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog ! 🫖

Well, my favorite song is safety dance, I'm homeschooled and my hair is brown but when I was a kid, I thought it was black.

I'm not sending that to seven other blogs tho

Which of they boys would have scary dog privilege's?? (Totally not asking because euhhh people are scaryy T-T)

☀️ Anon

I love this question! I love all your ideas, and since life just keeps bombing me I just get distracted. I hope you like these little headcanons!

They all have a side to them that's scary in general, especially when they are feeling protective. However, only a few of them are initially scary to begin with!!

Red: He, by his world's standards, isn't the scariest. He doesn't even try to be scary on the surface either, since he's too lazy. However, he noticed that to humans, he seems scary. He sometimes does this to mess with humans, even you at times. (Though, it's always lighthearted and teasing.) When in public, he is casual with you, but he's aware that people will leave you alone more likely if you're with him. He tends to linger closer when he sees you're nervous, brushing it off with a tease. He won't push you too much, though, and he'll let you grab onto his hoodie when nervous. He might forget that he's scary at times though, which can lead to funny things happening

Pitch: He was scary in the underground, and he's scary on the surface. He knows he's scary, and this either greatly benefits him or greatly inconveniences him. When he's with you, he's always on high alert, and you'll be able to tell. He, with your permission of course, will tend to keep a hand on your shoulder if he can help it or ask that you stand close. He might make you feel embarrassed if someone bothers you and he demands that they apologize, but overall he has your back.

Carmine: With a slightly more intense energy, he's hyper aware of his scary dog privileges. He demands authority when walking into a room, and he is aware of the eyes that may linger on him. He may be more gentle and attentive with you, but that wouldn't show in public. He rarely would show PDA, or get distracted when you're around. Any time with him that wouldn't involve being high alert would only be on rare occasions like date night, but he's very aware of everything around him and he's okay with being that way for you

Rus: Much quieter and more relaxed, his scary dog privileges never fully turn off. He's naturally scary due to his height and appearance, even if he wasn't too intense for his underground's standard. He's quieter than Red, too, so that just adds on. He likes to stare at others and likes to drape himself around you, whether in public or not. He may not be the worst, but he's one of them

Razz: loud, demanding, and scary, he's like Carmine in a different way. Carmine is quiet in his intimidation, but Razz revels and preens in being more scary. He grows more humble, of course, but... Well, the moment he's aware he scared someone off for you, you won't see him stop smiling. He likes messing with others, to make them uncomfortable while smiling, even if you tell him not to. He can't help it!

Cash: He knows he looks intimidating, and he's aware that he's judged. Like Rus, he also is very clingy in different ways. He's louder, more sarcastic, and he likes to scare people to amuse himself. When he knows he's also conveniently protecting you, he never lets you out of his sight and he's quieter about his protectiveness. He won't outright tell you what he's doing, or cause a scene, but you can trust that he will deal with whoever bothers you.

Wine: Just naturally intimidating compared to the others, he's even more authoritative compared to anyone else. He preens in his intimidation, but he's humble about it and he can be polite. His scary dog privileges are quieter, but stronger under that thin veil of nice behavior. He won't ever let you see him act that way, though, because he's a gentleman and you don't need to worry your little head about things. He'll deal with whoever bothers you, don't worry!

Saint: He doesn't like being scary. He knows he is, though. It protected him underground, and he feels that lingering insecurity when he DOES get stares. However, he never voices them. He may get more irritable, though. He lingers around you, always on alert. He tries to make sure you can tell he's comfortable with laughing and joking, but he's sarcastic and rude with anyone that's annoying or bothering you. He's not above verbal threats, and he's open to fighting easily. To say the least, if you're afraid to go somewhere, he's wonderful to have since he's quieter and one of the most scary.

Lunar: he's tall, scary, and yet he doesn't like it. He really wishes that he didn't look so...like him. Nonetheless, even if he's polite and kind, he's aware that he's intimidating. He avoids trying to make himself look scary, which makes you and him feel a little braver when you encourage each other to feel less insecure. However, there would be occasions he doesn't let you see his expression when he's...protective. He won't vocalize it, but his aura and appearance alone is enough to ward people away

Dust: He doesn't have to try, and he doesn't bother to try. He's scary, he knows that. Monsters and Humans alike find him scary as hell, if not unnerving. He doesn't say anything, of course, unless you talk to him first. If confronted by someone, he just has to put minimal effort into scaring them off with his face under his hoodie or just with a few words. He'll let you cling onto him without commentary, and he's great if you want someone to ramble to. He'll make sure you're safe, no matter what

AWEEEOmgomg loved that heheheheh

☀️ anon

I'm so glad!! I enjoyed writing it, teehee

saw this and it made me think of Saint and reader hehe(maybe dust too??? Idk)

https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/122019471148153357/

☀️ anon!

LMAOOOOOO THAT'S HILARIOUS. CANON NOW

OMGOMGOMG I SAW UR POST AND AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!! It’s no problem at all, I completely understand! I was getting a tad worried I was overloading you with all the ideas and such haha(These guys r giving me a major dopamine rush and then after I send in an ask I’m like “ough….that idea was kinda silly..ough”) but I appreciate that post sososos much!!! I hope your entire month goes amazingly, I hope both sides of your pillow are cold, I hope your phone charges at every single angle possible AAAAAA :333

☀️ anon <3333

OFC OFC OFC!! I am interested in other fandoms, and recently I just had a very long term friendship end so I'm recovering. When I get back to writing, I look forward to looking at your asks and answering them properly when inspiration hits!!

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⁠♡

r u dead

Hello! Hi!

No I am not dead, just locked in with college and other fandoms that I'm currently in while I deal with who was elected for president. Thanks for asking🙂‍↕️

Helloo! I read the ask you got about the skeletons reacting to their first time meeting their Soulmate and each having a mark on their body like a tattoo and all that. I was wondering if you could write about the horror tale brothers? Especially Saint because he's a silly big man and I love him and also I really like how you headcanon him. I think the way you write his character it's exactly how I imagine him to be in my mind, I could never put it into words until I read your take on him and I was like, yes, this, this exactly.

I LOVE SAINT AND LUNAR SO OFC‼️💥 I feel so flattered that you like my interpretation! I try to fuse both of the popular interpretations of "Soft bear" and "Asshole" personalities so thank you :)) <3

As a treat, I'll add a bit more details for the two! Enjoy!!

Saint: He is one of the very few that would acutely be aware of his soulmate being you. He's in tune with his magic and anything that shifts in it is usually a small sign for him to investigate. He wouldn't directly understand it at first though, since his universe was so deprived of the concept of soulmates after everything. He lost any desire to even dream of ever having one, and since he has such a shit memory he won't remember that he in fact studied it.... years and y e a r s a g o..... Nonetheless, Saint would instantly feel almost frustrated as to why you seem to have a sway in how he's feeling or why he feels the tingling sensation on his wrist. He'd shove his hand in his pocket, grumble a bit, and stare at you as he'd linger in your space. He almost wants to believe you're doing something intentionally before he hears the concept of soulmates, something that would spark those memories. So.... You're his soulmate??? Really???? It would've taken him awhile to figure out what was going on, so he would've built a relationship with you in some shape or form. He would be unsure of himself, mumble around you, and avoid touching you or interacting. Any initial progress would be stunted for sure, as he'd have to feel absolutely safe in the idea of being close to you. He lost a lot of people, saw things that traumatized him, and became someone he doesn't love. He'd feel guarded around you, BUT.... He might feel an inkling of protectiveness for you he can't get rid of or ignore when situations arrive. Even in the early stages of your friendship and eventual relationship would have him lingering around you to make sure you're safe. (He would still be suspicious and then eventually blame it on you getting into trouble too often for him to look away from you.) By the time you both have gotten close to each other, he's practically holding onto you and willing to enjoy the sensations of his soul finally finding comfort in another.

Lunar: Unlike Saint, he has always felt an inkling of hope that someday he'll find someone who was destined to love him despite everything and vice versa. From the moment he met you he recognized that strange feeling in his bones that you were someone special and worth protecting. He would actually go out of his way to tell Saint about it privately, and in return Saint would support him cautiously and keep an eye on you both. He, similar to Saint, would linger in your presence and actually avoid touching you too much since he's so hyper aware of his strength due to his...altered state. Even if he feels worried that he would make a fool of himself near you with his slightly odd mannerisms, he has an obligation from his very soul to feel protective of you and openly express his concerns about your safety. He has also lost a lot of friends and felt powerless to stop the descent of the Underground from his world. Knowing that someone he's desperately been hoping to someday meet is right in front of him? The thought alone of losing you to something preventable crushes him. He would slowly find himself willing to allow your touch, even reciprocating it when he realizes that his soul feels more alive than it ever has been. He's afraid that he won't meet your expectations of a good lover or even friend, but he would never voice that to you until WAAAAY later on with gentle coaxing. He loves you, and being able to just experience the cluster of stars that is you and your soul is something he will always be grateful for. You're magnificent. Your existence alone reminds him that despite all he's gone through, something as wonderful as a soulmate is much more precious than he initially thought

Thank you for reading :-) 🙏

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!

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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 :-))

Yoooo mango loco is one of the best!!! Glad to see it get more love! Any foods or drinks you absolutely despise?

Oh god don't even get me started. I hate HATE HATE PICKLES. The scent, the sight, the taste, the absolute DISGUSTING TEXTURE. Seeing pickles on a burger I ordered without the slimy, disgusting item makes me want to cry I can TASTE the pickle even when removing it. No pickle is a good pickle, I'd beat one up if it was a person. Such vile, disgusting burdens upon this world

Any favorite foods or drinks?

My favorite drinks would have to be peach soda or monster energy drinks! Papillon, Rosa, and Mango are my favorites.

As for food? I really love Thai food and overall Asian cuisine even if that means having to look for authentic restaurants around my town :-))

that’s… certainly is a list…

Anyways, what’s your favorite sea entity (animal)

I LOVE SHARKS I WOULD BE A SHARK IF I COULD BUT ALSO ELLYFISH JELLYFISH JEYLLY FISH JELLY FISH I LOVE JELLYFISH THEYRE SO PRETTY AND MAJESTIC AND WEIRD AND I WSNT TO BE ONE IF IM EVER REINCARNATED ‼️‼️‼️🪼🪼🪼🪼🪼🦈🦈🦈🦈🦈

what’s your favorite song?

Ough this is such a hard question. I have a lot that have impacted me, but if I were to say a current favorite it'd be either Again and Again by the bird and the bee or Mama's Boy by Dominic Fike! It's so hard to pick but these two are on loop atm. Hope this helped answer you!

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

im back with another promptt😋😋

Sans and Y/N are coworkers at a company that focuses on tech. They’ve been crushing on eachother for a while and one day, the power goes out. Electronic doors trap them in a room together and the power generator isnt working so the doors wont be open for hours. For funsies, lets say Y/N is scared of the dark. Now, Sans and Y/N are alone, in a dark room, and Y/N needs comfort. Who better than the soft, funny skeleton who may or may not like her back?

(Sorry this ones kinda long😭😭 feel free to skip if u wanna)

Aaahhhh I love this! Oh this is delicious, thank you I'm going to have fun typing this down! GAH, thank you for the ask.

Uhhh CW: descriptions of distress, anxiety attack, etc

It's okay, it's okay it's all okay. You're in the lab, the exact same one you work in every day except for the weekends and holidays. There's no reason to be panicking, not even close. So why do you feel lightheaded? Your breathing was short and choppy and you were sweating even though it's relatively cooler inside the lab. Oh, well maybe the fact that it's dark. And the doors are locked. And you hate both things. Hm, maybe that is what you're panicking about.

.....

This is embarrassing. Why you? Why did the damn generator decide that it wanted to stop working in the middle of your damn shift? Right now, you found that your hands were trembling and your chest felt tight. You were a professional, damn it! Stop shaking. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing at the doors, shaking them as you stared at the little buttons that were usually green or red. Right now they were off entirely. You weren't going to lose your shit. Not now.

Your thoughts were pulled away by a skeletal hand gently sliding around your shoulder and coaxing you to turn around. Oh, it's him. Vanilla. He was here in the same room as you. You felt embarrassed when you flinched at his touch, seeing him pull his hand away as he recoiled. Your thoughts were entangled, trying to rationalize but only making it worse. He seemed to be saying something, but you didn't quite catch it.

"....it's-..ne...are-...kay?...aking..."

"Huh? Sorry, I'm...Sorry I'm not understanding."

You crumpled under his concerned gaze, your eyes and hands immediately dropping down to the ground. You could feel the tension in the air as your shoulders began to shake slightly. You tried to stifle your overtly egregious reaction as best as you could without coming across as suspicious, clearing your throat.

"....Are you-...kay?"

"Oh- yeah. Yeah I'm fine." You forced out, your voice was shaky and unsure as you cringed at your terrible lie. You could practically see it, staunch disbelief overshadowed by intense concern on the skeletons face. But this wasn't his problem, it wasn't his responsibility to deal with. You weren't some sniveling child. A flood of determination filled you as you fought to keep your emotions in check, willing your facade not to crack badly enough that it broke social regulations. You were fine. It's fine.

You stammered out an apology as your face flushed red with humiliation, and you ducked your head back down before straightening up like a bullet. His hand was back to touching your shoulder as you were clasping your hands together so tightly your knuckles were white. "Hey." His voice was gentle, soft, a balm. Your eyes are locked with white, rounded eyelights when you tilt your head back to look at him.

Before you could speak, he was coaxing you to walk. He pulled you down to sit on the floor against the wall, his smile reassuring. He said nothing as he trailed his hands down your arms and down your wrists before he intertwined his hands with your own. You felt a strange hum had reverberated through your skin, a soothing sensation like a purr. You didn't even realize that your eyes were watering until you felt tears slipping past your eyelashes as you blinked.

"Does that feel okay?" He asked, and you felt your face slightly contort into confusion. You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, your throat tightening. "..what?" "I'm trying to share my magic with you, dork." He smiled, and you could see the slight glow between his bones shine a swiss blue. You were confused, but it was light, and pretty. You were silent but you nodded your head. It seems like he was sharing his magic with you so that your soul could be soothed. Funny how that works.

He looked relieved, gently squeezing your hands before relaxing again. "Good. Just focus on that feeling, alright?" You nodded. Stars above did you feel pathetic. Your crush was sitting in front of you and comforting you because you were acting like a mess over the dark. It was embarrassing, and your eyes darted down to stare at how both of your hands were intertwined together. His bone felt smooth, slightly cold.

You've never seen his bones glow like this, and you wondered why. He occasionally used his magic inside the lab, but he never glowed quite like this before. Is this what it looked like when he was extending magic from his soul to someone else? "You look really pretty." You felt the words slip past your lips involuntarily, almost in a slight daze as you did so.

You instantly regretted it when you looked up to see his expression. His eyelights shrank by half a fraction, and his grin twitched upwards into a slightly surprised expression. "What? I look- look pretty??" His face was dusted with a blue hue as he spoke, and in turn your face was flooded with warmth. You tried to correct yourself, but stumbled as you did so.

"Uhm-I meant that your bones-! That your bones are pretty since they're glowing right now. They're bright and blue and uh-" His face only grew more flushed, and yours did as well. He snorted as you tried to fix what you said but ultimately failed. His eyelights grew fuzzy, dilated as he looked at you. "So am I ugly when I'm not glowing?" "No-! No no that's not- you're really pretty-! Always-! Uh- shit I mean-"

He leaned forward and your voice died in your throat as he did so, his face a mere few inches from your own. His expression softened, his eyelights almost threatening to mold into a different shape. For a moment, though you thought it was your imagination, you thought you could see a heart. He pressed his skull against your forehead, and he spoke in a hushed tone. "I think you're pretty, too."

Oh that really did it. Your lips quirked up into a smile, your body going lax as your shoulders dropped. The smell of pine and frost enveloped your senses, something you didn't mind. You couldn't stop your voice from cracking, sounding smaller. "You think so?" "Yeah," He glowed brighter, and somehow the darkness of the lab didn't seem to be so bad. He was like a firefly, a blue nightlight in some ways.

You closed your eyes, your brow scrunching up and your smile widening. "Thank you, I...I appreciate you doing this for me." You slightly could feel your body trembling still, but it was now at a minimum as your breathing slowed. He chuckled, squeezing your hands once more but gentler now. "Of course, anytime. We don't have to talk about this outside the lab if you'd like." He reassured, placing both of your hands on his lap. You opened your eyes to see his face closer now.

"No...I think that... I'd like to. If that's what you think is y'know, okay." You murmured, mustering up any courage you could form. Both of you knew the layers of this conversation, but neither of you seemed to mind. He let go of your hands, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture towards you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and pressing your face against his shoulder. He rubbed your back as he embraced you. "I think that's more than okay, starlight."

Closing Notes: gRAUGHTHGUFUWOSB I loved writing this so much you have no idea how silly I felt as I'm kicking and swinging my feet. I hope this was good enough, I had a lot of fun

Can you write a reader that's like yor from spyxfamily with the star and bad sanses

Oh this sounds like a fun idea! Sadly, I haven't seen this anime. I haven't watched too much anime, but I have heard how cute this manga/anime is. Sorry I can't provide such a cool concept to you, anon. Maybe someday I could watch it ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

Y/N who can see Dust!Sans papyrus. Papyrus, aiming to fix Dusts loneliness, lures her to him. (This can take place in a bad sans trio universe where dust just hops AU’s for funsies)

Ohohoho I appreciate the specifics, it helps me with knowing what you want. This'll be fun :-]‼️💥

Be warned, my silly ass actually has a fun interpretation for Papyrus when it comes to Dust and him. And for the sake of some plot hole answers, I'll give you a little treat when it comes to soulmates being involved. So, hopefully you'll like this take on it!

Hm. Something is wrong, very wrong. Where is he? Where is he where is he where is he where- no. no. This is normal. Paps always had a strange way of disappearing occasionally. His magic must be low, he hasn't dusted anyone in awhile. He has Saint and Killer, which keeps him company at least. Sure, Killer is a pain in the ass, but it's better than being alone. It's not like he needed to constantly hear his brother scolding him, but he feels a little emptier now. That's a whole part of his soul. One speck of his dust leaving his soul is a rare occurrence, a rare one indeed. Pap wouldn't use this to disappear somewhere though, right?

...

Where the fuck is he? It's getting awfully more uncomfortable for him when it's time to sleep, he can't focus on anything other than him. His one true companion, the one last remains of his own universe. For fucks sake he's been even confronted by Nightmare about what has been bothering him. Saint knows. Of course he does. Saint can tell that the absence of-...someone is affecting him. It's not like Paps doesn't appear every now and again, when his magic is strong. It's a small perk for his brother, especially since Dust is usually the only one who can see him. Killer asked him about his brother too, but he couldn't stop himself from walking off when he did.

Where is he? Why has he been gone for so long? Why? Why why why why why wh-

.....

He wants him to come back.

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Lately, you've been having strange dreams. Or... hallucinations?? It always happens at night, and you swear that it's not a normal thing for you to see a floating skull talking to you. Papyrus was his name. Ah- yes. That's a name that you haven't heard before, but it's pleasant. He's pleasant. Right now, he is talking to you about what used to be his favorite hobbies.

"Truly, I actually never could master how to cook spaghetti! It's not like it's my favorite food- that's dinosaur oatmeal- but everyone else likes it!! I always ruined it, but somehow my brother would eat it-"

"Brother?" You chipped in, interrupting his ramblings. He didn't seem to mind, his empty eye sockets seemed to somehow gleam when you asked. You were sitting up in bed, and he floated across from you with his gloved hands moving theatrically as he waved away an invisible line of thought. His mandibles opened as he grinned. He always had such a charming yet slightly off-putting smile.

"Yes, of course!! He's my older brother. He's still alive, actually! He goes by a different name nowadays, and he's...changed over time. But-!" Papyrus' skull leaned forward, his hands leaving a strange cold sensation that felt like icy air embracing your hands. You don't know why your chest made a strange feeling bubble up. "He's still a very kind skeleton. I wish you could meet him," He finished, his voice slightly softening from his usual boisterous tone. You smiled at this, tilting your head to the side as you humoured this idea. You wanted to know more about this skeleton and his apparent brother, but it's not like you didn't believe him. It's just that a part of you still clung onto the idea that you just happen to be having multiple strange dreams of the same skeleton with different conversations.

"Yeah? Well...what is he like? How much has he apparently changed?" You inquired, which seemed to cause Papyrus to hesitate. "Ah-...well. He used to be laid-back, happy. I remember how he happened to be quite popular and loved by others, with his charm and all. I found it irritating when he would prank me, spew nothing but lame puns, but nowadays I-....I miss those times. He's more...-"

One gloved hand waved slightly, as if he was trying to conjure up a description.

"Reserved now. He struggles with taking care of himself and connecting with others. He did something really...bad, a long time ago. He hasn't been the same sense, and sometimes it worries me. I think that someone like you could get through to him though!" "Why's that?"

Papyrus didn't answer quickly, and you didn't miss the slight spark of delight in his eyes. "I can just tell." He quipped, the hand that hasn't held yours now placed atop your head. If you were honest, it felt more physically present than before, as if his body started to solidify some more as his appearance becomes less hazy. "You're a good person, I think he needs someone to show him some of the good in things."

You felt your tongue click behind your teeth, a huff of laughter escaping your parted lips. Your ears tingled slightly, his words leaving your chest quivering for a moment as your grip became looser. "Well, thank you Papyrus," You let go of his ghostly hand after not saying anything for a minute, before you leaned back against the safety of your pillows. You rolled over on your side but still facing him as he adjusted himself to the side of the bed. "I haven't...I haven't heard someone tell me that in a long time." You finally settled on saying. Your eyes were hazy, and it seemed to click for Papyrus that you didn't want to explore that part of the conversation any longer.

He also noted the way your soul hummed through your ribcage, a special sight only he could see without complications. Who would've thought that you were his brother's soulmate? It was such a pleasant find, an accidental incident that not even Dust noticed. Thankfully, he caught it, saw the glowing of your soul from so far away. You were truly someone he found delightful to be around, and he knows that Dust would think the same thing, even if he would be stubborn about it at first.

He patted your head as your eyes started to close, his voice now a whisper. "Well, I'm glad that I was able to share my thoughts with you. Get some rest now, okay? I'll be back tomorrow, if that's alright with you?" "Mnh...yeah, that sounds...that sounds nice. Thank you again, Papyrus....Goodnight..."

"Goodnight,"

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"Where have you been?!?" Dust couldn't help but shout, his hands gripping onto Papyrus' scarf and aggressively twisting it around. He had been collecting LV to try and get Papyrus back, only for him to now show up after a few weeks. "Do you know how confused I was? Worried?"

Papyrus didn't answer immediately, instead tapping his fingers against where his arms would be if he had any. Right now, he was still mostly transparent. He wasn't the only one though, with how Dust was trembling as his voice cracked slightly. He always fidgeted with his scarf when nervous. "I was spending time with a friend!!" He claimed with conviction. "A friend?" "Yes! And I think you'd love to meet them!"

Dust couldn't believe what he was hearing. A friend? From so far away? He was traveling multiple timelines, AU's, all to find Paps. And yet apparently that's where he has been this whole time? With a friend? He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows squished together. He quickly tried to look indifferent, or at least more mad than he actually was. Papyrus wasn't falling for it though, he never did. "How did you even meet someone?" "Simple: I met them when I decided to travel back to where our timeline would be!" Papyrus was quick to dismiss, but Dust only frowned further.

"Why would I even want to? For one, we're always traveling, Pap. We're told not to get attached to anyone, you know this." Dust tried to rationalize, pacing now in his room as his hands kept fidgeting with the scarf. He's now resorted to pacing because he has too much on his mind, but he feels a cold touch to his head and it pulls him back momentarily. Papyrus has now drained some energy from Dust, his physical form more solid, visible to him.

"Brother. Please, I am aware. But trust me, this is for your own good. I really think that you simply must meet them, at least once." Dust felt Papyrus placing his other hand on his shoulder, his upper body slightly bent down to be more at eye level. Papyrus knows what will happen if Dust does meet you, but he wouldn't want to ruin the surprise. With the years passing of living with Sans, with who he is now, he's learned how to speak to him. He's no longer the easily swayed skeleton who would do anything on a whim. But, Papyrus isn't the same either.

"...Please?"

"....Pap,"

"....Do they really mean this much to you?"

"Sans."

Dust winced at the name.

"Yes, they do. I really think you'll like them."

"...Fine, fine."

Dust felt the cold touch of Papyrus when he wrapped his arms around him, squeezing him tight with a giddy laugh. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! YOU WON'T REGRET IT!"

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Regret is not the right word he would use. No, regret would imply that he wishes that he never met you or something along those lines. No, he just wishes that he didn't meet you at this point in time when he's who he is now. When he entered an old timeline of his, he found that his soul felt instantly off. Not a bad feeling per say, but more...calm? He's never been too calm ever since the human fell all those years ago. But as his brother spoke, a white noise at the moment, he felt that he couldn't focus. His attention was pulled somewhere else, but Papyrus was able to help him with this.

You were prettier than he expected, but of course he couldn't say anything when you were at the moment losing your shit. Papyrus told him to teleport, a big mistake honestly since he's never been here, but Papyrus has. Papyrus, however, is not of this physical world. So when he teleported, guess what?? He fell straight from the ceiling, mid air. Thanks Papyrus, you're so much help. You had so gracefully been awake already, but you were in a separate room. You had run straight from the bathroom, your hair disheveled and your toothbrush hanging sideways from your opened jaw.

Sadly he couldn't admire you for too long before he had a toothbrush flung straight at his face and directly messing with his vision. Papyrus had to immediately drain him of his magic in order to become more translucent of reflected light and full bodied. Heourgh, he felt less energetic immediately, but at least the floor was quite comfortable. He didn't bother straightening up, not if it meant you'd throw something else at him. It's not a great first greeting with his soulmate, he'd apologize if he wasn't so tired. Papyrus was right, he would like you.

His soul was pumping, singing practically as he was able to feel the wavelengths of your soul. You didn't seem to fully notice, but he did. He noticed since his soul felt calmer, happier, and much more....in love? What a strange feeling, his soul is so used to the LV he has, the motivation, the constant distress and guilt. He's never felt so light, but maybe that's because he's lightheaded from teleporting and falling. You seemed to be calming down since Papyrus was there and easing your panic. Thank the stars he's here. He wishes he met you sooner, or maybe in a different timeline where he was...normal. Would the others accept this? Would they be considered your soulmates too? He's never been great at sharing. He doesn't want to drag you in the multiverse mess that is his life, but leaving you alone after this isn't an option.

Stars above you were so pretty. Your voice sounds like the pluck of strings tied to a harp, or a guitar. Filled with emotion, a world of thoughts and history behind them. He hopes you'll like him too. He doesn't want to be scary to you, but he knows that he is. He could be less mean? Maybe you like things that he likes, he can like things you like. He can try to be better if it means you won't find him scary, if you can trust him. Right now you were coming over to him, apologizing but clearly weary. Hey, at least you weren't dumb enough to get too close, he is a stranger after all.

He is so happy that his brother convinced him to meet you. Yeah, regret isn't the word he'd use. It's just going to be complicated. That's okay, he can wait, patience is a skill on his part. Even if things don't work because you don't end up liking him, he at least met you. This quiet in your presence has been so pleasant, still as a pond and soothing. He's thankful for at least this moment of tranquility deep within his soul. His brother already told him your name, but he doesn't want to be weird.

"...The name is Dust, I didn't mean to fall in your bedroom. Not a great introduction, huh?"

Oh would you look at that, he was talking! He doesn't do that often. He is suddenly insecure about the rasp in his voice. You don't seem to mind though, and in fact you smile. Oh wow. Your smile. You seem less scared, that's great. He'd do anything to keep that smile on your lips, anything at all... Too bad he passes out before you can respond. Great job, Dust.

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Closing Notes: This took forever to type but I think I'm happy with it! I was busy, and a little unsure of how I wanted to type this. I hope you like this, vamp, you're so cool and this was fun. Don't be shy to ask for more stuff! I just wanted to write you a little more plot since you asked such a specific request for a skeleton hehe. Thank you :-)