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As requested, I'm doing the Underfell Brothers for some personal headcanons I have! I really love these skeletons, but each brother will have their own post! Tell me what you think, or what you want to request next! Thank you for reading, enjoy :-)

Love Languages:

Receiving:

- Quality Time: 37%. He feels like someone actually wants him around, and he appreciates seeing his partner be interested in what he says or enjoys. He appreciates a partner who doesn't dismiss him, it means a lot

- Physical Touch: 23%. To have someone kiss his skull or to excitedly run up to him makes him flustered, since he doesn't expect someone to so openly be affectionate with him. Sure, he'll weakly protest that they don't have to hug him or hold his hand, but he'll enjoy the feeling

- Words of Affirmation: 20% Being told supportive comments and even being complimented sometimes makes him shut down. He doesn't expect sincerity but when he gets it he doesn't know how to react, but appreciates it

- Gift Giving: 13%. If he's gifted something that he really likes, he'll kinda stare at it then at you with a hint of disbelief. He doesn't think someone actually cared enough to get him something, but he'll always use the gift when he can, and he'll be possessive of it

- Acts of Service: 7%. He usually prefers to do things himself if need be, but if he wakes up to see that his partner made him breakfast? He'll call you the best thing to ever grace the earth

Giving:

- Physical Touch: 32%. Don't be surprised if he grabs your hand in public while looking away from you, or if he rests his head on you when you're busy. He trusts his partner enough to even lay his skull on their lap

- Quality Time: 29%. He wants you to know that he wants to be around you, show his interest by hanging out where he can just sit and laugh around with you

- Receiving Gifts: 13%. He thinks of you often, even if he's not around you, so he'll bring gifts when he can to show he appreciates you. It can be subconscious, but he knows what you like

- Acts of Service: 16% He'll do things he doesn't particularly like, such as running an errand or a chore if he sees you're stressed. He tends to coax you to relax and handle it, even if he does it begrudgingly

- Words of Affirmation: 10% He never is good at verbally expressing himself but he tries. He'll compliment what you wear and even occasionally tease you, but he's sincere when he compliments you

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Details: He loves someone who can defend themselves and be confident. To see someone be willing to be stubborn and defend what they love makes him respect you, since he finds it attractive. If he's flirted with, expect him to kinda panic though, because he's not used to it. He'll usually flirt out of playfulness and he adores banter, but he only does this in the beginning of your friendship. He'll become more at ease if you can get him to laugh or if he gets to see you be amused by his tactics. He'll even do stupid shit if he can entertain you, because he loves people who can find him entertaining.

Red isn't as pervy as some people actually think. He makes joking innuendos, but he's actually quite respectful and struggles actually acting that way. He's actually someone that would do a double take if you wore something that had just a little more skin exposure. He'll get all flustered and compliment what you're wearing, but he will struggle to know where to put his hands. He doesn't want to seem weird, so he'll usually go to hold your hand or wrap around your arm. He would need you to guide his hands to where you want them placed, and he'll make sure to hold onto you more carefully. After all, he has claws and doesn't want to damage you. He'll kind of be in awe for how squishy and warm your flesh is, and kind of just be in a slight daze about it. He would need time to be comfortable, but even then he remains respectful.

He also finds attraction to those who are more honest and don't hide behind manners, since he wants to see someone be authentic to themselves. When it comes to romantic gestures, he will rarely offer to do dates and most of the time has to be asked. He'll struggle to be formal, so he'll appreciate a partner who doesn't need that pizzazz. Still, he'll bring you gifts and try to make your day better by making sure you smile the whole time. He'll give you his undivided attention and even throw dorky flirts at you unless he's too flustered. Which then he'll say things such as "you shouldn't flirt with me, I'm mean and scary" and yet he speaks with much more gentleness and ease. He won't give a lot of obvious PDA, but he'll hold your hand or wrap an arm around you. If someone bothers you, he's much more confrontational and protective. He'll get a bit aggressive, even if he doesn't do anything outright physical. He'll wrap an arm around you, check up to make sure you're doing alright, but be glaring the whole time while smiling. He'll flaunt a bit, and sometimes he'll be too stubborn to drop the situation unless it's dangerous for you. He loves you, and no one disrespects you. He can get jealous at times, but he never makes a big show about it or ignores you/is rude to you. He'll be quieter, a bit more clingy, and even deny that he's jealous. But, if you kiss his skull and reassure him, he'll melt and feel better at the assurance

When it comes to confessing his love for you, don't expect him to actually realize he did it. He takes a long time to realize that he has a crush on you, but when he does, he gets so shy that he starts to avoid you a bit if you are alone. He would go to Vanilla to recover, but he would refuse that he's actually just a sappy dork with you if he's teased. He would be a bit more obvious about his feelings for you based off knowing he has a crush on you. If he didn't know, he would just not realize that he's falling in love. He would have to be drunk off his ASS to accidentally confess to you. Just imagine him at Grillby's, drunk as hell, and you're with him having a good time. He'd be giggling with you and laughing, but at some point he is just kinda admiring you as you're laughing. He'd rest his cheek against the palm of his hand and his eyelight would flip to a heart as he's talking. He'd kind of zone out, before he'd ask "you know, it's crazy how much I love you, y'know?" and when you're unsure if he's being serious, you'd probably just laugh and joke that sure he does, he loves that you are a dork who makes sure that he takes care of himself. But no, he'd wave his hands in a cartoonish manner and his voice would just get all soft as he's laughing. "No, no. Well, I mean, that too- But-! I mean it, sweetheart. You're just so good to me, and when I look at you my soul just can't take it. How do you even like being around me?" And when you realize he's serious, you would be a little too buzzed to know how to react. You'd kinda lean into him, tease him. Well, you like being around him because he's good. He's a good monster, one that really cares about you. He'd drink from his glass, grin at you. "Yeah, you got that right! But I don't understand how you think I'm good, sweetheart. But...I trust your opinion," and you two would be called outside by Pitch. He knows that you and Red need a ride home. You'd both stumble, too drunk to really emotionally process anything. But as you both sit in the back and Pitch is scolding you, he'd be noticeably more cuddly with you. You two would be giggling, but Pitch would realize what happened when he heard the way you two are talking. "You're a lovable skeleton, Red." "Hell yes I am, I'm Mr. Hot stuff, sweetheart!" "No, you dork. I love you beyond that!" "Well I love you more," Pitch would lessen his scolding, listen in. He knows that Red is too drunk by the time you get home. He would make sure to help you two go to bed, to drink some water. Before you two part ways, you'd hug and drunkenly laugh together. But....by morning, you would be the only one to really remember what happened. Now, tell me, what would you do then?

Closing Notes: I can totally write more about him, he's so silly and I love him but I've typed so much over here. If y'all request it though, I could totally write some stuff with actual effort put into it teehee. Thank you for reading

Solar Eclipse

How would each skeleton react to a Solar Eclipse? Especially if the other skeletons and you were around? Well, let's see. To note, this does not include the Fellswap!G brothers but it does include tale, fell, swap, horror, and both swapfells. There is even a surprise for one more at the end ;)

Vanilla: He would be one of the few to know about what a solar eclipse is in the first place. He wanted to show the others a rare sight, and he even provided glasses for the others. He would find it neat, and as he sipped on a glass of lemonade, he noticed Cyperus holding your hand. He finds it cute and winks at you playfully, raising his glass. He doesn't mind that you're occupied, especially since he can occupy his time teasing Red. He enjoys seeing how everyone is reacting, even if some of them were dragged to participate

Cyperus: He panicked when he was told that the sun was going to disappear. At first, he grabbed Pitch and shook him, shouting about the end of all light. Of course, it was you who had to grab him and reassure him. He would turn to look at Vanilla for confirmation, but he'd end up relaxing. He gets a little nervous, and he would ask if you'd let him hold your hand when it happens. He would find your presence comforting, especially since his anxiety would make him unsure. He would be thankful, though. The moment he finds himself in awe, he shakes you with excitement before pointing at it and shouting about how cool it is

Powder: He would have learned about it because Stretch was rambling about it when they were underground. Stretch has a love for planets, and it would make him happy to know that his brother gets to finally see one. He would provide drinks for everyone, organizing everything. He'd take you aside for a moment and ask if you'd help make sure the others aren't losing their shit. He mentions that Saint will most likely be the most nervous about it. He admits that he plans to make sure the others have a good time, even if he has to drag some of the others out. He finds the solar eclipse to be... beautiful, even if he was a little flustered seeing how pretty you looked when you gazed upon the sky. He gets teased a bit, especially by Razz, but he responds by elbowing his ribcage, muttering for him to shut up. The two end up getting a bit argumentative, but it's less intense since Carmine smacks Razz's skull and Powder tries to prevent further fighting

Stretch: He's the MOST excited out of everyone. Instead of stars being his special interest like Vanilla, it would be planets. He would be rambling to you about it and even get Cash and Rus to be excited. He's a little embarrassed when he catches himself, but seeing that you don't mind would make him all sappy. He's the first to be up on the roof, sitting next to Rus and you. He would press his arm against you, nudging you a bit as he asks if you're ready. He would be mumbling to himself about the sight, in awe. You can't help but find it...endearing. It's funny though when he and Rus start fangirling, the two getting distracted as they catch Cash getting excited

Red: Like Vanilla, he heard about it before. He's a little unsure of how to feel, but he tries to act indifferent. He sort of gets flustered though when Vanilla messes with him about how the tough guy seems to feel unsure. Seeing you all excited would make him a little soft, especially since he rarely gets to see you look this way. He'd sort of wrap an arm around you before the event, pulling you close as he teases you a bit. "well, even if this doesn't mean too much to me, I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself sweetheart," During the solar eclipse, he'll steal a few glances your way, even if he tells Vanilla to shut up when hes caught. He's not that affected, no. He also looks at Pitch throughout, and he kinda chuckles to himself to see his brother actually in awe about something so openly. Vanilla gets him to admit that he's also excited, earning him a playful elbowing as the two are more focused on how the others are reacting

Pitch: He didn't want to admit it, but he also was kind of panicked about the solar eclipse. He didn't know what everyone meant, and he sort of starts to check on everyone's safety. He goes to you at some point and points a phalange your way. "YOU. YOU'RE....OKAY WITH THIS?? THE SUN IS GOING MISSING, IS THIS JUST FINE WITH YOU????" He's confused if anything, even if his voice is as rough as it is. You laugh a bit before moving his gloved hand away. He tries to hide how the action makes him pause, and he listens to what you're saying when you explain it to him. He takes a moment, and then he pulls his hand away with a "HMPH. I SEE. .....WELL! THANK YOU." and he nods his head at you with his frown, but it's less intense. You don't miss the way his shoulders loosen, but you don't comment on it. He sort of stands awkwardly, and speaks up finally. ".... DON'T TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS, OKAY..?" It clicks at that moment that he was too shy to ask the others about it. You nod, and in turn he straightens up and awkwardly bows slightly before he struts away. He scolds Rus and Cash when they're all on the roof, especially since they didn't put on their glasses at first. However, his focus is on Lunar. He asked you about the eclipse for his own sake, and secretly Lunar's as well. He doesn't let anyone see Lunar's hand clinging onto his sleeve, not even commenting on it. He wants to act collected, but he's just as nervous. When it happens though, it's.... actually fascinating. He doesn't even notice how his jaw is agape, his eyelight smaller. This was new, but...he is less nervous about it now.

Saint: Oh fuck, he's not having a good time at first. After everything underground before he was pulled to Vanilla's world?? He's having an awful time, even if it's explained to him. It's not from a lack of knowledge, but rather the fear of what could happen and the fear of that darkness. He was just getting used to the Sun. In front of the others though, he's silent and acts like he's not internally freaking out. He can't help that his hand starts scratching at his eye socket, or how his eyes are pinned on the sky as he's up on the roof before the others. He's fidgeting, and he doesn't even realize it. When you're free from Cyperus since he's excitedly talking to the others, you see him. Scooting over to him, he flinches when he feels your hand gently grabbing his own. You pry his clawed phalanges away from his eye socket, holding it as you quietly look at him. Your hands are soft and warm as you smile before muttering, "Hey, it's okay." He just kind of stares, silent as his eyelight slowly starts to dilate. Before you realize it, he pulls you to sit directly between his legs. You can hear the slight shift of his skull as he rests his jaw against your shoulder, and only then does he feel content. He grumbles a bit as you go, but only a bit as he hesitates. He suspects where you're going, and decides to focus on the berries as he bashes Carmine and Razz's skull. He threatens them with a grin to behave or go inside, especially since Powder was so nice as to get everyone comfortable. The rest of the time they're up there, he's talking to Powder and being all friendly

Lunar: He doesn't intend to be so nervous about something like this, but he didn't realize how much the solar eclipse was going to make him nervous. He was a lot more reserved, his hands fidgeting with his scarf. It was Pitch who noticed, and it was him who asked what was wrong after dinnertime. He's cleaning the dishes as Lunar dries them and puts them away on the rack, the two not looking at one another as he admits the truth. Pitch doesn't judge him, even going so far as to offer his company during the event. Lunar is grateful, which has him asking Pitch if he can hug him. Pitch mumbles with reluctance, before dramatically agreeing. He opens his arms and says "FINE. BUT JUST THIS O-" He's stopped when he feels the gentleness of Lunar's hug. He hesitates before slowly wrapping his arms around him in return, the two sharing a private moment as Lunar thanks him. At the eclipse, he's subtly messing with Pitch's sleeve, a little nervous. He's happy to see that you and Saint are getting along, he knows that his brother was also nervous. Pitch ends up distracting him until the two start talking. Lunar admits that the eclipse is...less uncomfortable in the company of a friend

Carmine: He was the only other one to help Powder organize the event on the roof. He knows that Rus secretly admired space and overall planets, so he wanted things to be set up nicely. He kind of just watches during the eclipse until he intervenes with Razz and Powder. When he and Razz started arguing, he only knocked it off when Saint came on over. Begrudgingly, he and Razz sit aside and are snippy towards one another. He asks Razz if he's happy for Cash when he realizes I'm their silence that he's watching him. Razz asks defensively why, but Carmine decides to take the step and answer. "BECAUSE I KNOW THAT I AM HAPPY FOR MY BROTHER, AND THAT MUST MEAN THE SAME FOR YOU." .....Razz doesn't answer for a bit. However, the two seem to reach a quiet and temporary peace as the two finish their conversation about their brothers. At least it's something they can agree on.

Rus: He wanted to deny that he was excited about the eclipse, or at least refrain himself. After all, he doesn't want to look like a dork. When Stretch is so open about it though, Rus ends up getting excited as well. He was a bit more open to it before, but now he and Stretch are actively rambling about how cool it is. It took him and Stretch by surprise when they asked him what he thought and Cash accidentally sounded excited with his eyelight flickering to something akin to an orange tint. They catch him and they gang up on him, getting him to join as he tries to play it off and act cool. He has fun, and he even was able to ask you before you went to Saint if you're doing okay. He seems to be occupied though, and he notices you have a plan in mind when you gesture subtly to Saint

Razz: He found it to secretly be something he'd enjoy, but he originally acted like it was something he went to out of obligation. He started teasing Powder, ended up getting in an argument with Carmine involved, and then was threatened by Saint. He isn't having too much fun until everything actually goes out. His eyelights find Cash, and as he's called out for staring, it's only then that he and Carmine can sit in silence. He's more happy about Cash enjoying this, even if he thinks that the solar eclipse is so fascinating.

Cash: He can't admit that this is something he actually is super excited for. He can't do it, he will look like a dumbass! A soft one at that!!! He acted like he only went because everyone else was, but he planned to go even if everyone didn't. He got caught though, and he didn't intend for it. When this happened, he couldn't be left alone. Augh!! He saw that you noticed and got even more nervous, especially when he begged for you to save him from the other two. You teased him before feeding him to the wolves. How cruel you are!!! He even tried to slip away out of secret embarrassment, but Rus and Stretch won him over. .....He ended up geeking out with the other two

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You left the rooftop, your glasses in hand as you asked Vanilla for a spare before leaving. You didn't forget about him, even if he declined the other's offer to go. It took you a minute to find him, but he was in the backyard having a smoke. He either didn't see you or he did see you but didn't acknowledge you when you approached. "Dust?" You called, only knowing that he heard you when he tilted his head in your direction. You couldn't see his face properly, but you knew he was listening as he pulled his cigarette away from where his teeth would be. "I brought you some glasses for the solar eclipse. I didn't think you wanted to join because everyone was going to be up there, so I came down here!" You explained, handing him a pair as he took it from your hand. He observed it for a moment, before he tilted his head back up at you without a word. You hated how you couldn't tell what he was thinking, or at least how he felt when you couldn't see his expression. You felt your feet shifting against the dirt beneath you, slowly swaying your weight from one side to the other. He somehow ended up being the one to make you the most nervous, other than Saint. You took a step back, your eyes suddenly finding the area surrounding the two of you to be more interesting to look at. "Uhm, yeah! So...so I'm suspecting maybe I was wrong? I get it if.....get it if you don't want to see it, I just thought of you and didn't want you to feel....feel excluded." You repeated yourself as you stumbled over your words a few times, silently cursing yourself since you only did this when you were anxious. Fuck your stupid insecurities. You flinched suddenly when you felt smoke hit your face, your eyes widening a fraction as you were startled. He had leaned forward and now was only an inch away from your face, his phalanges hooking around his cigarette before he extinguished it against the stone statue beside the two of you. He still said nothing, but you figured as much that he was more attentive than before. You swallowed back a yelp, of course, you weren't some child. Up this close, you could see them. His eyelights, a soft purple and blue bleeding together with a dash of red. They were...pretty, at least when you didn't think about what each color meant. You could slightly see the outline of his teeth, and how they offered a smile that you weren't used to seeing as his eyelights caused a faint glow. "...Thank you. You really are an...angel." He muttered, his voice smooth and yet slightly raspy, like black charcoal mixed with honey. You couldn't help but feel your breath feel irregular as you involuntarily smiled, taking an extra step back as you straightened up. He tilted his head to the side, but did not say anything else. You heard the sincerity in his voice, that faint softness that he only seemed to have occasionally. You cleared your throat before speaking again. "Of course-! Hah...uhm, thanks. I'm- I'm going back inside now. I hope you enjoy the uh- eclipse!" You didn't even allow yourself to face the embarrassment of how your cheeks flushed against your will at his proximity or how his voice sounded so pleasant to the ears. You didn't see his response, or his smile as he thought to himself... Cute.

Dream Sans

How could he have known? How could a child understand the sins of selfishness? Well, he's now older, and Dream is tired of it all

Headcanons below, please note some things aren't canon to the actual story because I straight up just changed it for my own idea of the AU.

Some CW is light self harm and mentions of past abuse and distressing panic attacks.

- Official height 5'7

- He/They

- Positive nihilist

- The embodiment and King of Positivity. A God if you will

- They're strict when it comes to the safety of others

- Naturally warm to the touch, he doesn't get cold easily if at all

- He dreams of other versions of himself, but can never find them. He wonders if they're even real

- Has a staff that turns into a bow & arrow or even a harp

- The harp is something he plays as a hobby, but the music that comes out can put normal souls to sleep and dream happy thoughts

- Cries loudly, sniffles and whimpers. He can't stop crying once it starts and he tries to hide his face

- open-minded, carefully optimistic, intelligent, serious, kind, well mannered, loyal, cleaner, creative, assertive, pacifist, honest, patient, charismatic, trustworthy, cheerful, and reflective

- They're self reflective, he reflects on things about the world and about others frequently

- He holds an air of maturity different than others, due to his time in the multiverse

- He does not get close to others, not often anyways

- He used to follow fate, but grew to revolt against it and even "make his own reality"

- Has a yellow powder that can put others to sleep if they're exhausted already or deprived of it. But, if they're well rested, it just soothes said soul

- He can read people very easily, often picking up on body language and details that not even the monster or human is aware of

- He loves any nicknames given to him and he treasures them since that initiates a deeper level of intimacy and gentleness that he lacks in relationships. However, no one is allowed to call him Sunny since that's what Nightmare used to call him. In turn, he used to call Nightmare Nighty

- He feels every emotion others have but can only influence happiness by giving it to others or taking it away

- He has synesthesia, able to see emotions and even smell them

- He loves the color yellow and so he aims for yellow outfits, but his favorite color is actually blue and purple since it reminds him of Nightmare

- The back of his cloak looks like a cloak that was ripped into a scarf, but it can magically form into wings

- His favorite flowers are sunflowers, poppy flowers, marigolds and lilies of the valley. These flowers actually are very symbolic to his past. I suggest looking at flower language :-)

- He is always reminded of his brother when the color purple or blue appears, so he sometimes collects jewelry with gems of those colors

- He encourages rest for others but he himself struggles to sleep and even resents it to some extent due to his bad dreams. He always has nightmares, never dreams. It's always the same scene, but it changes from time to time. It always ends with seeing his brother change due to the corruption

- He is capable of going into other people's dreams and altering them to something more positive. However, he cannot do this for himself and he is almost always forgotten inside the dreams he visits

- He doesn't lie unless necessary, since he hates lying in general

- His hobbies are playing the harp, writing poetry, and making flower crowns

- His favorite snack is bananas or apple pie

- He can't stand being near statues and gets uncomfortable since he has to constantly remind himself that they're not actually sentient in any way. He used to be one after all

- He doesn't understand slang very well since his form of speaking is very formal

- They have a love for architecture, often fangirling over large and elegant architectural buildings

- He has a pet owl, but he has to summon it first. It happens to be that of a golden color, as it appears to be that of a magic species. The creator says he has a fear of owls but y'know what I say screw that!(/hj)

- He is a bit of a germaphobe, but not to an extreme extent

- Very touch oriented, he learns best through touch and sensations. You won't see him without his gloves, however, unless he's healing

- He doesn't tolerate hatred towards others, as it reminds him of how he failed his brother while he was bullied and terrorized by the village of his past

- He is wonderful with children and loves to be around them when possible, he tends to gravitate towards lonely children in order to comfort them though, since it reminds him of himself and his brother

- He is the best at giving advice, as he has to learn the hard way of living by being alone for so long

- His relationship with Ink is complex as both were childish when they first met, but that doesn't mean that they grew apart. They don't hate each other or even dislike each other, but when they talk it's usually heavy conversations and rarely a friendly visit

- Surprisingly, he sometimes drinks, it's when he's beyond stressed and he has to drink a lot or use magical beverages to get intoxicated due to his high ass metabolism

- He's a workaholic, often pushing himself to his limits since it's all he knows

- He hates small talk since why bother when there's more to talk about? He can manage it but he sometimes can't tolerate it

- He loves making gifts for others and has an excellent memory, meaning that he knows what to give others based on their interests or wants

- He is practically a Disney Princess when it comes to animals, they just gravitate towards him and hes excellent with them

- Can be up stupid early and trains frequently

- Is the best at acrobatics and flexibility

- Deeply emphatic, but it was originally due to his magic

- Multilingual, he can speak every language due to his time in this multiverse. (Also, I think it's a cool power that benefits them.)

- He's secretly insecure about his aura, worried that people only like him because of it

- He is nostalgic for apples as it reminds him of his mother, but he doesn't really comment on it since it's not quite a trigger, but it's a sensitive topic since he can freeze up if he thinks too long about his past

- He has claustrophobia and a fear of being helpless, the idea that he can't move or do anything is triggering from when he was going through the incident and was a statue

- Sexless, they mainly just like masc or gender neutral pronouns

- Hates smoking, the smell brings them back to that incident

- He barely learned how to read and write as a child, so now that he's the God/Guardian of Positivity, he still struggles. He didn't get the chance to grow those skills, so his handwriting is shaky

- Fire in general is a trigger, he never saw so much in his life when Nightmare was Corrupted. He gets nervous near flames, and the scent makes him lightheaded or fall into a panic attack

- He is a healer, something he learned after he awoke from the stone. However, he has to wear gloves or else it can overflow into things such as plant life. He couldn't heal the mother tree though, he already tried

- His mentality didn't change when a statue, but his body did. He had to stay in his destroyed world and his mind was altered. He has since then grown, but his mental state is in constant distress because he feels like a child in some ways. He didn't know what he was doing when thrown into the world, but since then he's becoming more and more jaded

- On the aroace spectrum, he doesn't have any sexual attraction but it's possible for a romantic sensation to form

- His magic smells like something akin to green scents such as dew grass or fresh flowers, while his magic tastes like sweet citrus or the flavor of sweet lemons

- He noticed that Ink only cares about the AU rather than the souls inside, more attentive to the issues there rather than the overall improvement of AU conditions

- He often has a freeze response due to being in the statue for so long, frozen and unable to stop himself as he feels helpless to react to stress at times. It would only worsen with his own self deprecating nature. It took awhile to improve, however, and now he's better

- He can heal himself pretty well along with others as long as the injury is on a scale of 1-3. 4-5 on the injury level is more challenging. It takes more time and magic, this means that he can actually pass out due to excessive healing and exhaustion

- He follows more of a duty as a guardian rather for himself and finds it his job to fix these AU's. For awhile he just tried to make everyone happy, even forcefully, but as time grew he was able to see how this isn't good. He's better at understanding the flaws of constant positivity

- He's not used to receiving physical affection since he usually is the giver. If he was hugged he'd actually just feel like the sound of Lego bricks falling apart

- (CW: some self harm, skip if you need to) He has hallucinations sometimes, especially after waking up, of his bones turning back to stone sometimes. He ends up trying to chip away at his bone in order to remove that stone, panicking and ending up becoming distressed until it actually ends up chipping his bones. As a result, he covers up a lot and it's one of the reasons why he wears so many layers. He heals himself, but he avoids trying to see his bones so that the hallucination doesn't affect him when waking up.

- Before the Corruption, he lived with a world lacking technology. So, he only had drawings (if they weren't destroyed) or other natural crafts to remember Nightmare's face. He has kept one drawing that Nighty drew of the two happy safe in his inventory, often pulling it out and reflecting on those memories. He's desperate to return to when he and Nighty were happy, but he knows that's impossible and he feels selfish for it

- (CW: Past abuse) He wasn't actually aware of the extent of abuse his brother went through and in fact he was abused as well. He was constantly pleasing others, pressured, and manipulated by the village because he was seen as something "other." He was scared for his brother, often seeing him in distress, and as a result he would sometimes convince others to leave him alone in return to doing favors for them. He always offered physical comfort, and in fact he doesn't even resent his brother for what he did. Nighty was just hurt, and he understands that. Still, he feels like he failed him and feels awful for it. He doesn't know that Nighty doesn't actually truly blame him

- He knows ASL and actually had to relearn how to speak properly, he has a bit of an accent and a rasp in his voice as a result

- Finds Ink weird, especially since he doesn't know that they're soulless

- Never learned how to cook, but hes great for natural gatherings and identifying poisonous plants, berries, etc

- the arrows of positivity can kill due to the excessive amounts, its something he only uses with Nightmare as a result

- Excessive negativity can hurt him because of his soul literally turning into a positive apple

- Because his soul is something else in some sense, he actually can't get his soul grabbed by anyone, including Error. Error is one of the only select few that knows this, since he can always tell if someone doesn't quite have a "soul"

- One of the only things that can hurt him is Nightmare's negativity, and he in turn is one of the only things that can hurt Nightmare

- He can make someone "too" happy if he wished, causing them to smile so hard they're sore and laugh to the point of becoming lightheaded and out of breath. He doesn't do it often, but he's capable of it and it's one reason he doesn't feel even close to being intimidated by others. He's actually rather dangerous when he chooses to be, he just decides to enact mercy

- After eons of having his own happiness taken away by him and dealing with negativity more intensely than he did as a child, he slowly didn't realize that he was becoming something else for awhile and the only reason he hasn't fallen down is because he ate the last golden apple and thus is physically unable to

- He thought Nightmare died when he lost himself to the corrupt apples, and when he came to, he was stuck in his world mourning the death of everyone. The villagers, the only family he had. He tried to talk to the mother tree even when she was chopped, only to cry when no response was given.

- He was only able to leave his world when Ink found him, but there actually would be a single incident before that where he was found by Nightmare who thought he was the stone that was on the ground and crumbled. It didn't end well

- He hates silence. He hates it because when he crumbled and broke free from being a statue, he has never heard such silence ever in his life

Closing Notes: heourgh. Don't look at me, these two have made me genuinely cry before. Don't acknowledge me, don't even know I exist. I love them, always have

Razz Serrif

You absolute MANIC fool! You've ruined just about EVERYTHING!!

*SF!Purple Sans seems irritated, but let's check these headcanons instead

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He/Him

- Likes to drink coffee, the bitterness is great

- Makes Burritos

- A dog person

- Older brother of Cash Serrif

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard

- He is very touch oriented, hands on approach

- Desperate to prove himself through fighting. Won't hesitate to fight

- Prone to jealousy and is competitive about a lot of things

- He likes being active

- He likes being in control for a lot of things, but he struggles losing it

- Good at saving money, he in fact taught Cash

- Originally competitive with Carmine and Powder, but eventually formed friendships with them

- He did not have a good relationship with Gaster. He was too clingy and would be too forceful in wanting full dedication from Razz. He wanted Gaster's approval but it resulted in high expectations of himself as he was taught that he had to be independent and powerful

- Brave, independent, proud, intuitive, stubborn, blunt, optimistic, sassy, smug, erratic, unfiltered, responsible, secretive, aggressive, nosy, and bossy

- He hardly curses, especially not in front of authroity

- He acts like a tyrant sometimes, though it's due to insecurity

- Like Carmine, he will berate you but in a more scolding way after you become close with him

- He will falter with genuine communication or compliments, since he's not used to receiving validation or someone actually being honest/sincere

- He would call his lover precious, such as "my precious Y/N" or "could you come here, precious?"

- He can make some of the worst apologies, unless to authority or people he is super close with. He decently tries enough though, usually doing small acts of service instead of actually apologizing properly

- He loves PDA since he gets to show who he's close with and in the same sense makes sure no one messes with you as a result. It's basically a way of him saying "they're with me, fuck off"

- At first hated Carmine and Powder, but when he fought Powder and got his ass beat he was filled with shame. At first called Powder a soft, annoying version of him who was too humble in his opinion. he poked fun at Stretch for his shyness and then got his ass beat by Powder. He eventually was extended kindness after this and grew to respect Powder, though

- Hated Carmine for being similar to him but not pushing himself to be his "strongest." Yet grew to be more petty over the years. Developed a respect for him and now they're friends who actively are tyrants when it's cleaning day

- His magic smells of sugar, his magic tastes like blackberries

- Hides his face and sniffles a lot when crying, he doesn't like to cry. He hardly does and he has to be pushed to get to that point

- In the underground he was close with Cash at one point. but overtime he slowly resented Cash's habits and behavior. This caused him to be more controlling and frustrated

- He would keep an eye on Cash when he came home high or drunk so that he wouldn't dust, but he never told him since Cash complained about being babied sometimes

- His relationship with the Queen is the same as Gaster's. He's extremely dedicated to her, and people often rumor the Queen's strange interest in him. She uses him for emotional support and has a strange codependency on him despite the power dynamic. He hates it, but tries to sympathize. This keeps his brother out of trouble often, though he doesn't tell him. The Queen makes him value power and has twisted what he should be like, since she was the one to scar him. She makes sure he doesn't disobey

- He tries to let Cash have freedom, and tends to him a lot once they move in with the other skeletons. It'll take awhile, but he will learn how to balance care and controlling habits

- Didn't realize that Cash fell into his habits due to him being in the Royal Guard. He didn't realize that Cash simply wanted his brothers attention and was coping with it

- He tends to express his masked personality over his real one better than anyone else. He in truth feels deeply, cares about many things, and hates that he can't connect with people like he wants to

- He's more lonely than he lets on

- He tends to be desperate for approval, doing a lot to get it even if he acts like he doesn't need it

- Even if he struggles, he can show his care and sincerity in different ways

- He's sacrificed a lot to get where he is now, and he regrets that his brother was part of that crossfire

- He often gets extremely emotional over a lot of things, but he's formed that to be aggression since he's part of the royal guard in an underground that festers in violence. It was a painful necessity for him to change

- He thinks it's selfish of him to care for others

- He grew up with the mentality that power means everything, so when there's no use for it anymore he doesn't know what to do with himself

- He'd rather gouge his own eye out than admit his desire for real, intimate, connections

- He doesn't understand why he can't adapt to the other AU's like the others so easily, but a part of him knows that he's the problem

- He hates that his impulsive decision to anything is demeaning others or getting aggressive

- Ashamed of his scars, unlike Carmine

- He finds his jealousy to be childish, and just like Carmine he'll avoid talking about it until confronted

- He's more tactful and intelligent than he lets on, using certain behaviors as a way to avert drama towards his brother or loved ones by making a scene

- Despite his lack of showing too much kindness, he deeply cares about those he loves and wants to do right by them. So, if he really sees that someone is hurt from his actions, he is not stupid enough to widen that wound and instead tries to find ways to make it up to someone

-He hates the Queen, hates Gaster(who is no longer present), he hates everything. He hates- he hates who he is. Why does he mess everything up?

Closing Notes: I see that Carmine and him are reflections of each other who grew up slightly differently and coped differently as a result. They're more alike than the other realizes, and yet both are on a scale in how they handle shit. The two are SWAP fells though, so they have a sort of twisted way of dealing with things when compared to Powder if he was put in their situations. Sadly, Razz just is too stuck in his ways to change anytime soon. But maybe he just needs...mercy?

Mitski's Me and My Husband started playing on my earbuds and I got struck with the realization that I haven't posted for Stretch yet and I'm now rolling around in Ireland inside a coal mine set to explode my bad y'all

Bracelets!!

I am working on my playlists currently for some light editing, but I thought I'd share the bracelets I've made for some of the UTMV guys and the og Sans and Pap! I plan to make more, but I hope you like them!

(Pls be gentle I'm small and a sensitive soul🥲)

Me when I think about how Papyri is friends with their versions of Flowey changes but ultimately the OG implies that maybe Flowey cared because he probably was losing Hope and also again is just a child who was hurt beyond repair and then brought back as a flower. Papyrus and his brother appeared later on in life, which can show how he didn't want to see anyone who might've recognized him at some point or another. I think Papyrus is good with kids personally so y'know thinking about their dynamic makes me go

Can ya do some headcanons for Saint, Basil and Cosmic? As I noticed there was not much information on those skeletons when checking their tag.

Ofc ofc! I love all of them equally. Have some headcanons that I wrote for farm sans x reader and outer sans x reader below! Idk if this is what you meant, but considering that this was when I did the x reader poll, I'll take it this way! I dont see a lot of people doing anything for them, so I've been needing to write about them for awhile now

I hope you enjoy!!

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Basil x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover Daffodil

- As a guy who loves naps, I think he would often appreciate being woken up to you offering fresh lemonade ready for him and his brother

- He loves seeing what other people are capable of, so whether that means you're good at tending to the plants, the animals, the kitchen, or even tending to the home, he's going to praise you. Any help that you can offer means a lot to him, and he will think any skill you have is wonderful

- He'll help you tend to the animals on the farm, especially since some are more feisty than others

- His magic smells of basil, while his magic tastes of melon and berries

- He plays the banjo, so when it's late at night and the two of you are sitting on the porch, he's going to play while sitting in his rocking chair

- He really loves the chickens on the farm, and he would love to let you hold them if they don't try to peck at you

- He loves drinking tea, so sometimes when you're stressed out he'll make some special tea that tastes wonderful and is great for calming effects

- He's a great listener, so he'll listen to any problems you have and offer pretty solid advice

- He loves seeing you wearing his sunflower hat, so he's not afraid to put it on you when the sun is too bright

- He can pick up anything that's giving you trouble, or y'know, you. He loves lifting you up in his arms, it makes him feel like hes providing

- He's really not the best cook in the house, especially since it's Juniper that is the better cook, but he will make you meals when you're tired. He's honestly better at baking, so you can expect him to make you homemade treats instead

- He gets flustered with physical touch, even if it's just handholding, but he really likes it and he's willing to remove his gloves to feel you more

- He likes doing small pranks on those he adores, especially since they're a sign that he likes to see you laugh or look a little silly. They're always in good fun, and he won't ever make a prank that would upset you

- He loves dad jokes and puns, be prepared. If you end up throwing them at him back, it'll just encourage him to make more and he's going to blush when you joke with him

- He'll praise and encourage you till the sun burns out, and even then he'll try to find a way to support and love you

- He's not one for big dates or large gestures of affection, but he would invite you to sit down with him and his brother if you didn't live there. If you did, he'd opt to walk down to the lake with you, where he and his brother built a gazebo, and enjoy a meal and small dance with you as the fireflies surround you

- He loves when you sing, and he's not shy when he wraps his arms around you and dances with you in the kitchen

- He loves the scent you have, and so he'll bury his face in your shoulder and just inhale before sighing dreamily

- Even when your hair is a mess in the morning and your face is scrunched up and you're all disheveled, he'll still find you beautiful

- He prepares quiet mornings with you on the weekends when he's not working, where he'll make pancakes or anything you prefer and a cup of coffee or juice. He'll set up the table or ask if you want to sit on the porch and the two of you can sit in silence or talk about anything you want

- When guests are over he's going to make sure to linger around you, if he notices you're uncomfortable in some way. He often will rest his hand against the curve of your back or rest his head against your shoulder. He's not the jealous type since he's so comfortable with you and trusts you a lot, but these are small moments to reassure you.

- He would invite you to go to the market with him, and he'll make sure to keep an eye on things you like. He and his brother are pretty set with wealth due to selling vegetables, fruit, and eggs. If he sees you eying any flowers, clothes, jewelry, or trinkets, he'll buy it for you. His brother is good at selling things, so you and him would be walking around getting tools, meat, and anything like clothes anyways.

- He's bought flowers for you while at the market before, and he's picked up on flower language due to the seller. You can expect him to send little messages and to pick up on what flowers you like too

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Cosmic x Reader

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- I think he would call his lover starshine

- I think he met you as an astronaut, and when you were transported to a part of space that could allow breath he found you wandering

- He has freckles that resemble the stars, so he loves when you trace your fingers along them

- He's naturally softer than other Sanses in nature like Basil, but he's a bit more melancholic. As a result, you can find him stargazing and reflecting on life. He'll invite you to sit with him if you're willing

- He has a wool that's made of stardust and magic, which results in having a soothing effect on others around him. He often will let you hug him if you're stressed, tired, or upset, which sometimes means you'll fall asleep while in his arms

- He is inquisitive, so he'll ask you tons of questions about Earth if you're willing to talk about it

- The two of you would definitely go roller skating since on 'land', there's areas where you both can get on skates and have some fun! It's cute little date ideas like this he'd have fun having with you

- If he falls asleep, he'll start floating if he's not inside a building or on an edge, so the two of you would carry around ribbon or rope to keep you both tethered for either of you to prevent floating off and having to be caught by others

- He's often touching you in some way whether it's by wrapping arms with you, holding your hand, or locking pinkies with you

- His eyes glow like a galaxy, and he doesn't realize it happens when he's extremely happy, so you can tell how he feels when he sees you or visits

- He only pranks those he thinks positively of, and he'll often try to get you to laugh with him since they're in good fun

- He smells odd, something that you can't quite pinpoint since they're all in space and made of magic after all. It's soothing though, like lavender. His magic tastes similar, but with a flicker of blue raspberry or fresh mint that is electric in nature

- He loves technology, so he'll make you little trinkets or help you with your ship when you are trying to figure out how to get it to work again. With his love for technology, he also will make you random new items and be giddy when he can see you becoming excited or inquisitive

- The more he learns about Earth, the more he wishes he could visit it. However, the more he learns about what life for you is like there, the more he can tell that you both miss home and hate it. So, he'll find ways to distract you if he notices your thoughts are drifting

- He's always willing to comfort you, to stroke your hair or stroke your hands when you're stressed or tired

- He is willing to offer his coat to you when you're cold, since the land can be cold in some areas. It's extremely soft, and smells of his magic

- He has a bit more energy than the regular Sans even if he's more peaceful and calm in nature, so he encourages you to try and experience the weird parts of their home

- He can't flirt for shit but that doesn't mean he refuses to try. He'll often disguise it with slips of the tongue, you mishearing things, or something along those lines. He sometimes will get distracted when looking at you, and that's when he's unable to stop the blush on his cheeks as a result

- He helps you find clothing if it's not his brother doing it, since he knows you'll be staying there for awhile. When he saw you in more,,,'exposed' clothing he couldn't help but avert his gaze since he gets flustered easily when he sees your body outside of the spacesuit

- He's not easily jealous, but he does tend to get a bit insecure when you guys go places such as Grillbys since you're bombarded with questions and attention. He lingers near you a lot and he's quieter than usual. He worries you'll find him boring sometimes

- You're a lot lighter in space no matter what, and even if he's not physically strong on his land, you can expect him to pick you up when you're down so that he can spin your around and toss you up so that you can float with him in areas that have less gravity

- He can't cook or bake, but he'll be so willing to help when you guys make things

- He doesn't smoke or really drink, but if you guys did end up going to drink he'll make sure to keep an eye on you since monster drinks are stronger on humans. So, the sweetheart is going to make sure that if you do drink, to carry you home and take care of you

- He's openly communicative compared to a lot of the other Sanses, but he gets a bit more emotional than he wants. He'll cry with you, but he's going to smile and hold you when you're both vulnerable and listening

I'VE BEEN TWEAKING BECAUSE I HIT A WAVE OF LETHARGY AND WHEN I SAW MY DRAFT I NEARLY SHIT OUT BRICKS IN HORROR. I AM EXCITED TO SEE HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WRITING

-totally non evil chuckle-

I’ve been thinking a lot about pirates lately. Maybe…. pirate underfell sans?

An evil, menacing captain of the seas comes to your kingdom, with intentions of showing your king whose really in charge. You work as a doctor in the castle, and are bandaging up a butler when all of a sudden horns blow, signaling a pirate attack. As you help everyone out, you end up locking eyes with their fearsome captain. And well, when pirates see pretty things, they just cant help themselves from taking them for their own. 😋😋

argh fr😍🤞🏽

Hey, it's meeeee. I'm gonna jump into it:

Please enjoy‼️‼️

Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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"Shi-!" "Language." Your hands didn't stop from plucking the shard of glass and dabbling the alcohol into the butler's wound as you cut him off. This butler, which you couldn't remember the name of, had messed up his hand by dropping a glass vase and then attempting to clean up with just his hands. Or,,,,paws? Yeah, that's a better word. He wasn't very tall, in fact he was only a bit taller than you were. He was a Cat Monster, one with desaturated brown fur and drooping eyes. He was rough around the edges, especially his...vocabulary.

Nonetheless, he was always attempting to be polite with you. He would be caught sometimes by guards for drinking booze in the royal kitchen past hours, in which he'd complain and weakly attempt to excuse himself before getting water thrown on him. He was pathetic really, but you didn't mind. You suspected that he hasn't properly learned about the ways of the Palace since he's new, so you were more tolerant. So you preferred him like this, where he held still and was kind enough to listen to you. "....sorry,"

Speaking of which, your eyes darted to look at his face, which was bandaged at the moment. His ears were flattened, and so your naturally stern expression softened. "It's fine, I know that it hurts. Just hold still, okay?" He nodded, his uneven smile growing as his whiskers twitched. "Thank you doc," You huffed lightly in acknowledgement before turning your head to focus on grabbing the linen.

Being a doctor was rough, especially the royal doctor. You had a few others working with you, like assistants, but you were naturally more comfortable working on your own. You weren't like the nurses who had to help the soldiers, especially since you only focused on the servants or the royal family. Which, now that your mind drifted, you cringed at the thought.

The Dreemers.

Or, more specifically, King Asgore.

He's...in simple terms, strict. Or more precisely, he's a cruel King who isn't afraid to use violence and fear to get his point across. Some rugged barbarian dress in reds and gold, for certain. When the sun catches on the tar black glimmering from his horns, he's towering and imposing. His nose slightly crooked just like his sneer, he didn't bellow but rather spoke with a rasp. Foolish Human, foolish to work for the King whose horns are sharp enough to gore.

He has higher standards than any bull, which wouldn't be a problem if it wasn't for the fact that he was willing to slaughter anything or anyone that got in his way. Your mistake, you learned, was to even work for him. You're lucky to even be alive under his critical eye, but you suspect it's because you can identify the ache within the Goat Monster's soul. Patches of purple and swelling are much easier to spot than guilt and other turmoil, but your eyes could see beneath the curves of bone and fur. In your experience, silence and blissful ignorance were a powerful duo, and King Asgore knew that you understood this.

He at least respected your work, even if that meant he didn't really see you as well....you. His nostrils would flare at the sight of you, practiced courtesy forcing him to not spit an insult your way. You were indebted to the King, and he was indebted to you. You just finished wrapping the hand in linen when you looked up to not see a bull but rather a wet puddle of a Monster. He twisted his hand from front to back, analyzing your handy work.

"Thank you, doc," The young cat straightened up as his tail flicked, a very soft purr escaping him. You placed your hands on your hips as you scanned over the fur for any other indication of injury, humming when you saw none. "You should be more careful, butler." "Burgerpants." "Hm?" His eyes, which seemed to carry two bags of purple bruising, stared directly at your own. His toothy grin turned to a more sincere one as he offered his paw to you. "That's my name. I don't expect you to remember that, but you can call me B.P. instead."

You reluctantly shook his hand, your lips quirking up. "Well, B.P., you have quite the name. I'll try to remember," You declared with a confidence he understood and had hoped for, purring involuntarily at this, pleased with your answer. "Thank you, it's a nickname, but I think it's grown on me overtime."

You were about to speak when you were interrupted by a loud sound. A blaring, blurring sound that pierced your ears. Now what was once so quiet has changed, horns echoing around the walls of the emergency room and throughout the hallways of the palace. There's a clamoring in the palace below your window, shouts of fear that stirred both confusion and trepidation within your belly.

Before you could speak, B.P had stood up sharply, coaxing himself to take a peek. His ears were flat as his tail lashed aggressively, his fur prickling as he let out a low growl. "What in the-..." "Pirates." The Monster answered your question as his expression morphed. He seemed to be thinking about something as his brow furrowed, his lips curling back as he gritted his teeth and glared at the running figures holding sword and gun.

"I swear...they-...." He was muttering to himself as he must've had thoughts cracking into his dome just as you. You frowned, the distant sounds of running being heard. Pirates, huh? You felt a huff escape you as you rolled your sleeves up, buttoning them together as you heard the slurred sounds blending together.

You've encountered a few stories of them from around the palace. Apparently, before your presence became part of King Asgore's reign, you had heard of the Monsters of Porcelain. Two of them were leaders of a giant ship, one so large and the other so terrible. They had caused a mess, leaving a pain that was stinging and vile, leaving King Asgore to immediately demand higher security at the Palace. He had to provide hope, display strength to make it easier to strike when the day comes of their return.

It was apparent that the day had finally arrived. Everything that was painted honey and gold over the chalked stone of the palace was now fluttering with spurts of red and dust. He wasted no time, turning heel and running as he slid among the tile and turned sharply down the hallway. You couldn't chase after the fool as he had done it before you could think, only sighing now as your frown deepened.

Today was going to be rough. You grabbed your medical bag, hand gripping around the handle as you took a deep breath and huffed. Great. Just great. Any plans you had today were now slammed to a halt, leaving you here to deal with the mess of foolish Men and Monsters. You don't get paid enough for this.

"....fucking great."

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"DAMN IT!" The tall skeleton shouted, ramming his body against two guards with full force as they slammed against the wall. Damn it! Damn it damn it damn it! A large monster grabbed at the guards, wrestling them to the ground before smashing their skulls a rattling mess together. She turned to the tall skeleton, his brow scrunched up as she panted. "Captain?" "GO. WE'RE NOT SURRENDERING JUST YET."

The monster looked reluctant before speaking, gesturing to the wound that was on the skeleton's ribcage. "But Captain..." "DON'T." He sharply ordered, cutting her off. She bit back a response, only nodding her head before turning down the hall with a pause to her step. Pitch watched, his ribcage shuddering as he felt his phalanges grab at the edge of a small table.

He winced as he leaned against it, his jaws curled down into a frown. Where was his damn brother? Eugh, he just HAD to run off towards the center of the palace. So idiotic. He swore to the Stars above that he was going to smash that blasted numbskull's head so hard against the ships outer rim that he would be seeing double for a whole fortnight!

The sudden sounds of running footsteps snatched his attention his head snapping to the side before he straightened up. His shoulders rolled back, tension bleeding through him. It coursed through him like a steady river under clothes and curves around bone. He felt his bones rattle slightly as his glare turned to steel, his expression intense as he was ready to fight once more despite his injury. He wasn't a coward, and enemies be damned if he wouldn't fight until dusting.

Though, what he didn't expect was to see a Human in white. He could see the way your chest heaved as you caught yourself by pressing your weight against the door frame by your hand catching yourself. You looked around the room and saw the two fallen guards, a mess that resulted in torn curtains, broken decor, and a skeleton. You locked eyes with him, and he faltered if not only a little.

A doctor, huh? He stared, still as stone as he watched you look at him critically. His hand tightened on the handle of his sword, but he did not dare raise it at you. He wasn't sure what you intended to do, but he wasn't foolish enough to notice how your sights pinned down on his chest. You expression scrunched up and looked back at the guards before looking at him once more. "Are they alive?" You asked, gesturing towards the guards in metal.

He felt his eyelight shrink, staring intently as he gruffed what sounded to be a yes. You seemed to be debating something, your eyes dragging themselves away from the guards. "....You're injured." You said a little dumbly. Yes, clearly. He huffed in response with indignation, not answering. Your eyes narrowed as you seemed to bite your tongue, debating if you should snap back a smart retort

It didn't take you more than a second of logic however to retract that idea from your mind before you spoke once more with a more cool tone. "If you let me, I can patch that up for you." There are hisses of confusion and anger all feathered and sprinkled in the air from the distance, but they sounded faint compared to the screams and the ringing.

.....What?

His steely gaze flickered to one of disbelief, before it turned to suspicion. "ELABORATE." He gruffed, authority clear in his tone. You raised a brow, how audacious. He liked that. "I'm a doctor, not a soldier. It's my job to help, sir." You firmly stated, as if it was quite obvious. He liked that too, especially as you looked at him without flinching. He said nothing, momentarily debating if he should let you. Clearly he was a pirate, you shouldn't trust him. He couldn't trust you either, not blindly anyways.

And yet, the intent in your voice was crystalline clear. Still suspicious, he stared at you with a glare that lacked much emotion. He promptly nodded his head only once, one of his leather gloves tilting his black cavalier hat in respect. "I'LL ALLOW IT." You nodded your head in return, walking towards him cautiously. Smart. Your eyes narrowed upon seeing his sheathed sword, but you didn't comment on it as you pointed at the ground.

He let out a HMPH, but didn't argue as he let his body sit on the tile floor. He winced as he clutched his wound, his legs buckling slightly as he did so. He had been slashed by a guard in the middle of a fight, staining his once white button up a blooming red as dust was chipped near the edges. You worked without saying much, setting your kit down as you went to grab a disinfectant and linen. He watched you like a leopard seal whose eyes caught prey, unmoving and almost unnaturally focused.

You were careful to help remove his black, lavish coat, unclipping the thin necklace of gold that kept it on his shoulders before letting it fall down his back. You unbuttoned his white and silken dress shirt just enough to inspect his wound, a cloth pressing straight into it. He hissed back a silent curse, trying ever so hard to hold still without showing how badly it stung. He's been through worse, has felt worse, but stars above if it didn't burn.

He took the time to keep your features imprinted into his memory, letting his head rest against the wall as he closed his eyes momentarily. This wasn't the events he had in mind, but it felt nice to have someone tend to his wounds while they were till fresh. Oftentimes he had to threaten a doctor among the townsfolk with his crew after raids such as these.

And as a bonus, he kept in mind that your bravery and honor to your job just made you twice as attractive as he found you beforehand. At the realization of his attraction, though, he instinctively clenched his fist and felt like slapping himself. What in the blasted devil??? Attraction? He must've suffered from a head injury. He didn't slap his skull backwards, however, and instead flickered his only useful eyelight away from you.

Your hands were a stark contrast to what he was used to, especially when you wrapped the linen around his chest and sliced through the material with skilled precision from your scissors. He hisses when you fasten it tight, shooting you a harsher glare that both made a stampede rush to your heart and made you murmur gently. "I know, I know..." You went to straighten yourself out as you assess him. "Better?"

It hardly registers that he had moved until a massive hand curls tightly around your wrist. The touch is not at all gentle, it's probing, the tip of each digit leaving small curved indentations in your flesh, intent on keeping you thoroughly in place. "WHY AREN'T YOU AFRAID?" His voice comes out as an odd grumbling, strained from excessive usage.

It isn't deep, either, which comes to be one of the more jarring things in this situation. At least that's what he father's based on the way your hand twitched when he spoke a bit more quietly. "Should I be? You bleed crimson just the same, do you not?" You ask, your tone probably the most gentle he's heard so far. Hmph, you should be more cautious when dealing with ordinary men or monsters like him, not yet known, but it was too late.

He dared not respond, but the way his magic left his cheekbones flush indicated that he liked what you said. He released his iron grip on you and grunted. "Stupid Human," His voice canters off to silence when you stare at him, making him feel uncomfortably vulnerable under your gaze. Before he could find something to say, you stood up abruptly.

"Now, I'm off to go help the other injured souls you ended up making a mess of, okay, skeleton?" There was a sting to your words, an irritation that he could understand despite never being a doctor. When you had skill, it was irritating sometimes since that left you with much more garbage to take care of.

Did you not even know who he was? Of course you knew he was a skeleton, but he almost felt offended that you were so bold and assertive in the face of a monster who could gut you. He didn't, however, because it was clear that you've earned it after patching him up.

He turns to you with a forced stoicism, and he speaks with a sort of keening voice, one reserved for wolves or other sorts of predators. "It's Pitch." You repeat it, once, twice. You repeat your own when he doesn't ask, repeat it just the same to him to remember. He wanted to pry further, have every secret expelled upon your tongue like the juiciest of pomegranate. Instead, he stirs, rumbles someplace in the expanse of chest, and lets you go.

What a strange doctor you are. What a strange Human you are. He likes that.

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"Your brother is going to have your head, Red!" "Hah! As if!" The swing of his hand, a flick of the thumb, and the trigger is finally done being teased as he aims and shoots. Beside him, the familiar face of B.P. scowls. "You shouldn't have come, not today."

Red scowls at this, rolling his eyes the same time he rolls his shoulders. He lets the words hang heavy in the air for a stretch of time, before scoffing. "Now why's that, B.P.? You tellin your Captain what to do now?" He asks dangerously, but he's surprised to see the scaredy cat glare challengingly with a lash of his tail and the low growl that escaped his chest. Now what is this?

"If that's how you see it, then yes," He spat, flinging a chair into a servant's stomach. It felt good, especially since that bastard had made him work double a few times since he'd slink away. Good riddance. Plus, it wasn't life threatening, just hard enough to disarm and ahed enough to get his anger out. "I didn't want the doctor to be here for this,"

Red's eyes gleamed like ruby as he grinned, a bonebrow raised as the two rushed down the hallways of white stone and intricate architecture. His gaze drags up from his throat to his eyes, his soul humming with an electric excitement. "Doctor?" "Yes, that's right. They're a-" B.P.'s voice catches within his throat, like a hook had caught and dug into sensitive flesh as he chokes.

"A Human who I consider a friend."

Red can't seem to find a sharp jab, and instead he pauses his ruthless running as he leans against a marble wall with a heaving ribcage. His golden tooth gleams against the honeyed glow of the setting sun, dull due to the towering pillars and building of the castle. He missed the smell of the sea, of being able to see the sun in all her glory.

Instead, he cocks his head to the side as B.P. joins him, placing his paws on his knees as he's bent forward and lurched down to catch his breath. "Are they cute?" He asks, teasingly and without bite, only to earn a slight hiss from his companion. "Don't even think about it. They're not built for the seas." Red has found that B.P. has grown a spine, or at least one that solidified enough when it came to you.

You really must've meant something to him, and so Red respected that. Anyone can be considered valuable, after all. He rubbed his lower jaw with his phalanges, mockingly debating something. “We do need a doctor, B.P. If they're a friend…well…. 'm sure they wouldn't mind helpin a couple of misfits, yeah?” He chuckled, seeing B.P. biting back his tongue. Heh. Adjusting his cloak, the fur around the rim grazing against his neck, he cracked his knuckles.

“Ah, ‘m just messin with ya. Come on, we got a King to slaughter!” He roughly patted the scrawny idiot on the back, knocking the wind out of him temporarily. He didn't wait to try and see if he listened, knowing that he would anyways, and he instantly ran down the hallway with heavy steps, his boots clinking along the way.

The idea sounded appealing, but he didn't think you were worth the time of day if he couldn't even know who you were. And besides, even if you were a pretty thing, he wouldn't take you without reason.

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From the bottom of his crooked soul, he didn't think he was actually going to meet you. Wow...wow. There's little that could capture the description he'd use. So, it's a bit damning when he gets to see you at what he'd consider your worst. He'll make it up to you, he swears on his soul. You didn't need to be in the middle of the crossfire, and he feels rather bad to know that the Devil himself had used you to escape.

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To lock eyes with a predator indicated the urgency to escape, or at least you thought so. So may Asgore be damned and sent straight to wherever he belonged. Right now, the predator you locked eyes with seemed actually more concerned with your life than his own.

When the smoke thins out from the burning hot muzzle, the red mist that seemed to develop skulls and screaming faces, only now could you see the obscure figure in better detail. You see a glimmer of gold and aren't so shocked to see the absence of a normal face. A skull head is what meets your eyes with teeth set in a strained, Cheshire grin. You see rings adorning his bony fingers gleaming under the light, and how gold practically danced around his chest and body.

His stature was shorter than the previous skeleton, and only now did it click that the two could be related. Both had one working eyelight, both had an anger within their souls, and they both clearly held the same cocky air to them that was unmistakable. Something sticky is running down your face, nails digging into your head as the tall, imposing King is holding your body in place. It should be expected. You are not as hard as bone or as tough as the skin of a fruit when you're finally clawed into.

You are stripped of all your defenses right now, laid bare as if the clothes on your back did not matter. Your fate now rested in the palm of a Pirate with a deadly glint to his eye and a King whose heart, if he even had one, was as black as charcoal. You're starting to feel beads of sweat prick at your skin, down your nape as the two coerced but spoke in what felt like a tongue you couldn't decipher. This does not prompt a response from you, knowing better than to thrash about despite the urge to twist and kick and scream and tear.

An anger within the skeleton resembled your own, united in unsaid words and not quelled as the King of Monsters offered a horrid, demanding choice. The ugly, ivory prongs atop his head was like a crown of authority, but you felt that the cavalier hat atop the porcelain skull held the same degree of power. Something smelt to be burning mixed in with gunpowder, something wooden and electric.

Your eyes crawled to glare at the King, seeing his misplaced wrath as his other hand gripped the golden and handcrafted spear that stood tall like a pillar. He had grabbed you to avoid getting shot, but he was clearly interested in making sure that it was only him he was concerned about . He seemed to hold the same morals as street rats, willing to throw anything away in the name of survival. A coward disguised as a beast, a Monster of deceiving embers.

King Asgore seemed exasperated by this entire ordeal rather than eager, even if he could leave you gored out instead of fulfilling his oath to you. Your side of the oath, however, was that you'd dedicate your life to him. You didn't particularly have to be alive to have him do his duties, and it was clear that he was debating whether or not to toss you away.

You released the breath that was caged inside your lungs unbeknownst to yourself, but a heavy hand clasped over your mouth to shut you up. "Quiet, Human." He spat. Oh you did not like that. You didn't even seem to think about the repercussions, head cloudy with disgust at his audacity.

So, you sank your dulled teeth straight into the side of his fat fingers, digging into flesh as you bit down hard. There's a blinding white as though the sun has seared its way into your skull as you hear a loud, rumbling shout, rays of warmth sprouting from your skull as a blow strikes down and you're flung forward towards the marble floors at the feet of the undead. It's a shock that you didn't just crack your head, if not for the way your head was angled and instead collided within the arms of a Monster who seemed less cruel.

He stumbled back, clearly having intentions to catch you when he lurched forward. The sudden shift in gravity made his knees buckle, but he head steady. Ah, is this what the smell was beyond gunpowder? Your eyes locked with his, only for your vision to grow blurry from exhaustion and blood loss that was blooming from your head. Foolish Human. You felt heavier suddenly, before you completely blacked out.

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"this the Human you spoke of?"

"Yes, Captain. Stars above, they look terrible..."

"WE'RE TAKING THEM."

"What??"

"what choice is there? I told ya already-"

"DON'T DISOBEY YOUR CAPTAINS, GOT THAT? YOU'RE BACK HOME, DON'T FORGET THAT."

Burgerpants was silent at this, his ears flat. Thankfully, you were sloppily patched up, so you weren't on the verge of death anymore. He grimaced, but a part of him was silently grateful. Both Red and Pitch seemed to have met you before this, even if Pitch had tried to act like he was indifferent to seeing you bleeding and passed out. Burgerpants was less levelheaded, practically a walking porcupine as he assessed you and fretted.

He had wanted to leave you there, at the palace, especially since the Pirate life was rough. You were too, though, and brave. Foolish more like it, but brave at least a little since you had dared enough to bite King Asgore hard enough to tear his flesh based on what Captain Red said. You wouldn't be alive right now though if they didn't take you, left to bleed out or be speared down by Asgore as punishment.

He stroked the back of his hand against your cheek, frowning down before he turned to the two Skeleton Brothers. They were quite decisive, more so than he expected them to be, but hey. You are safe now, and surely he can explain everything when you wake? He's so sorry that you were caught within this mess.

The two Captains nodded his way, and so begrudgingly he walked towards the door of your temporary room. Stars, he really needed a beer.

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Closing Notes: heourgh. I wanted to put a bit more effort into this writing because I love pirates and wanted some good world building set up. I'm sorry it took so long, especially to you @vamppiko

Forgive me, testing was beating my ass

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,,,,,