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carlyraejepsans · 3 months

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Yknow, despite how it is impossible by all Ingame options, I wonder how a neutral route with *ONLY* Sans (and Asgore ig) killed would look? Would he count enough as a boss monster (NOT a Boss Monster) to push it from a Queen Toriel ending to an Empress Undyne ending? How would Alphys react (She lost one of her closest friends, but she still has MTT and Undyne around.)? How would Papyrus react (Would he go full angst mode and try close away his heart? Would he become even more of a people pleaser, trying to make sure he doesn't repeat whatever mistake he made with you again? Would he go into denial mode, trying to find Flowey to set things right with him either finding him or not based on what Frisk choses after the FloweyX fight? So many choises), especially with how he seems to Know Something he doesn't let on. I'd imagine that (provided it's a Queen Toriel Ending) Undyne wouldn't be thar affected, sad that Papyrus lost a brother rather than sad that Sans died (she never is close with Sans. She doesn't hate him, but she doesn't know him as more than "Papyrus weird brother" and "My sentry that works the ABSOLUTE bare minimum needed"). I don't think mettaton would appear or be affected, leaving the call pretty limited. So we have Papyrus and Maybe Undyne, with Papyrus probably being... kinda miffed that everything is going along the same, as if Everything hasn't changed. Bonus points if it's Post Dates, leaving a pretty aimless Undyne moving into Sans room, trying to fill a void that she never can. It isn't some threat she can suplex or teach to cook, it's the world being unfair.

(This also would give a pretty Unique Undyne state, being halfway between her "I don't like that you had to kill Asgore, but it's what you had to do" mindset and her more common "You betrayed me in such a soul crushing way it'll affect how I love forever" mindset in most Neutral Endings. I can imagine her actually trying to rationalise it, because the human only killed Asgore (sucks but she Gets It), and... Sans. The easiest enemy, one too weak to make it into the guard, and almost too weak to be a Sentry (Sans would have no reason to reveal Blasters, and his magic would barely scratch the TRUE HERO of the Underground when Karma is factored in. All she would see is surprisingly complex patterns that don't deal even a tenth of her hp). So surely, they had a reason, right? Why else would they do it?)

Forgive any bad writing it's literally 2 AM rn where I am

can't not confess I've thought about it too, but it IS really hard to extend as a concept because there's just... really no way for sans to die outside of the NM run. and I don't mean logistically, i mean character-wise he is so defined by his survival. by his Being There as everything falls apart. the final girl last man standing in the story. so the whole concept immediately falls apart.

undyne wouldn't personally grieve him, seeing as they didn't really know each other, but she WOULD still feel his death on her conscience as she does with every other monster killed in neutral runs. plus, there's her friendship with papyrus to emotionally aggravate things.

papyrus would definitely go into denial. he would be annoyed about him vanishing all of a sudden, then it'd turn to worry, then as his worries become more and more plausible, he'd shut out all rational thought about the subject and pretend everything is alright. i like the idea of him reaching out to flowey, but he'd try to explain his plan while also comtradicting himself all the time in order to never say outloud "sans is dead. we need to fix this"

betrayed undyne... yeah this is where it falls apart again, since you'd have to reason why sans would die (or even instigate a fight at all) in the final corridor during what has so far been a flawless pacifist run.

buuut pushing past the visceral resistance to the concept. i can easily see a scene where the betrayal pushes her to lose it and seek revenge like it does in normal neutral runs, and her looking to papyrus for training help/human destroying plans. and just... meeting a Wall of denial. that would be a harrowing talk. something people don't mention enough is that papyrus sees himself as sans' caretaker as much if not even more than sans does towards him. a world where sans is dead is a world where he failed his brother. it would devastate him. so he clings to anything not to think about it/delude himself. and here comes undyne ready to shatter that fragile hope. it would be a horrible moment between them

but yeah. everything aside, sans would straight up just not die lol.

#answered asks #undertale #sans #papyrus #undyne

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vander-affectionate · 2 years

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HIIII-- how about Vander with fem!reader at the pool or beach or just somewhere bathing suits are worn and reader has a nip slip <3

babe lemme tell you. i want a mini series based off of this ngl, but just enjoy this. summer vibes, annoying neighbor, hot guy and thank you for requesting!! i had fun with this surprisingly???

warnings: minors/ageless blogs do not interact or you will be blocked, fem!reader, reader is mid-twenties and vander is thirties ig? i'd like to think he's prematurely grey but he is a dilf in this so that begs the question, shitty neighbor, sorry if you like bubblegum pop or anything pink, it girl (hope you guys know what that is), but umm idek if you count this as flirting its mostly reader butting heads with the neighbor, pool setting, brief nudity idk man, landlord!grayson, might change the shitty neighbor's name (gimme ideas if you have diff name for our shitty neighbor)

What is summer supposed to feel like? The image in your head was at one point to live healthy like all those health nuts with schedules wired into their day and being out with that tight circle of friends you loved being around so much. But it didn’t feel like that. At all.

It felt like being dragged out into sticky air at the pool of your apartment complex because your next door neighbor had convinced herself (the loud music past ten o’clock girl who swears up and down at the landlord) that she’s the best thing since glittery pink bubblegum lip gloss came out. And just in case the concept of blaring preppy music, miserable humidity in the height of summer, and glitter doesn’t make you turn your nose up then the fact that she’s convinced that she’s your best friend just makes it that much worse.

You thought you could get away with going out in the swim suit you really liked to enjoy the afternoon, even the sun relaxed behind the clouds. You were optimistic about the guy you’d never seen before who flashed you a smile from the other side of the pool area and you thought this would be a good day for you.

You thought.

Then that song you hear three or four times a day begins to fill your ears and the sun practically fazes the clouds away and you sigh audibly, peeking over your shades at the sun overhead. It’s blaring more intensely and you wonder if it’s a sign for you to go in.

You make the mistake of seeing what direction the music is coming from and thar’ she blows. Preppy girl from 503. Her name’s… well you don’t make the effort to remember. It starts with something, but she makes eye contact with you from underneath her tinted red seashell sunglasses and waves at you with this sickly smile that makes you want to throw yourself in the pool.

One look at the sun and it seems to burn hotter.

Run.

You tip your shades off and don’t bother to listen for a greeting from the bane of your existence when you jump into the pool. It’s not that you don’t like her- you don’t. Nothing personal against her really, but another sing-song sentence in your ear would make you want to pop your eardrums especially after the week you’ve had. Hair be damned, you’d just go get it done because another excuse to get away from home would be nothing but bliss if it meant a couple hours of avoiding what’s her name?

“Hey.”

You startle, almost letting go of the concrete and slipping beneath the water line. A glance reveals-

“It’s Chel.” she smiles down at you from where she’s crouched on the pool edge.

You move to the side, grabbing a better grip on the concrete and avoid making eye contact with her. What does she want? And what in all of creation provoked her to follow you clear across the pool?

“I put my stuff beside yours.” she smiles and you don’t bother glancing back, instead you bite back a groan because you don’t want to know if she meant beside yours as in on the same chair or in the chair on the other side of the best shade in the pool. “You know since we haven’t caught up in a while. Let’s go get a drink- I heard about this party…”

You don’t bother saying anything. Maybe you’re dehydrated or it’s from being in the sun too long, but your temples are starting to throb. So, looking her dead in the eye, you sink right back into the water and it burns to open your eye check, but it looks like she’s stripping to follow you in.

You come right back up when you realize there’s no avoiding her and she’s still talking.

You’re still talking? That’s exactly what you want to say and you look behind her, she’s got this confidence to her that makes your skin itch and you lean your head back, wiping your hands over your face to get the excess water off and rub your eyes, partially hoping she’d just take a fucking hint. But a hand is touching you and you tense, head whipping over to the hand on your shoulder and pushing it off.

“Please don’t touch me.” you grumble, pulling yourself up and out the pool.

She doesn’t stop speaking and you’re not sure if you heard an apology in there because you’re not really listening, but you’re kneeling on hot concrete and stopping her before she gets out with you.

“I’ll be back. I need to make a call.” you tell her.

She starts to get out anyway, “I’ll come with you. We might see some cute guys.”

“Please just- stay.” I need to compose myself before I even think about talking to you again.

She doesn’t get that you don’t want to be around her right now and frankly explaining why would be an added headache to the one you feel forming in your head. But she takes some kind of hint and gives another one of those smiles where her nose crinkles and her eyes squint in a way one might at a baby and it’s getting on your nerves. It always does.

And ignoring how her things are overlapping yours in the chair you were seated in a few minutes ago is easier said than done.

Your towel is wrapped around your waist and you’ve chosen to go indoors in the comfort of A/C to find a vending machine, but you’re plagued by a tap on your arm. The back of your hand pushes at the hand on your shoulder, “I don’t like being touched.” you murmur exasperated, but stop halfway through your blank trance to find a completely different figure beside you in the vending machine reflection.

It knocked your breath away when you turned and found that guy from the other side of the pool behind you. For a minute, you’re looking up and up until you finally find his eyes shaded by sunglasses and his smile is sheepish as he tucks it in his pocket.

“Sorry,” he offers gently.

Focus on his face, you remind yourself. Not the lump in his swim trunks, but if he asked, you’d tell him it was his hand you were looking at.

Your attention drifted a bit. Thankfully not downward, but it’s your credit card in hand that he’s picked up. “You dropped this and I thought it’d be a good opportunity to talk to the pretty sight across the pool.”

The way his words bring a smile out of you. He smiles wide as your attention shifts off his face and you rub down your face. Wow. What a smile.

“If that’s alright?” he asks, shifting his weight and it gives you the perfect view of-

Don’t look down.

His chest is wide. And his arms are thick and you can’t help, but smirk. “Are you sure you’re not showing out for Miss Bubblegum Pop?”

His smile widens a fraction and hell, you didn’t think it could get bigger. Your mind drifts, but you don’t let it for long when he shrugs and lets out a breath that deflates his chest a smidge. “If I’m being honest, I was relieved when you came in here because I don’t think I’d have been able to think straight out there.”

Your eyes drift over to Chel who’s flirting with that freshman who just moved into the apartment beside yours and that much closer to her, “Me either. Especially with her taste in music.”

“Actually,” your heart jolts in your chest when the plastic of your credit card is directing your chin back up to his face. “I was referring to you. I’m not sure how flattering it is to get a number from someone at a pool, but,” he shrugs, scratching the light scruff on his face with a sheepish smile. “I wasn’t going to miss a chance to talk to you.”

Damn it, you’re not outside, but it feels hotter in here with him than it would out by the pool.

“I’m flattered,” you smile. “That’s a high compliment coming from you.”

His brows steeple and it’s comical really because you’re wondering if he knows how easily his smile draws you in.

“I’m assuming you know what kind of effect you have on people.”

“I’m told I have a convivial presence.” he smirks and it makes your chest warm. You’re sure that your heart is melting. “Are you going to take your card now?”

You smile sheepishly, completely enamoured talking to the man with a few grey locks combing backwards and behind his ears. He laughs when your smile falters when you’re both in the hot sun again.

“If it’s too hot out here then do you want to go somewhere else? Usually the pool is nice, but…” His eyes drift over the rowdy state the pool’s sunken into and one glance at a fraternity towel is enough of a sign for you to take your leave.

“Please.” your smile is pleading as your hand shelters your eyes and the man generously blessed with height and a godsend smile escorts you to the shade of your umbrella.

“Oh my.” That voice. You groan quietly, covering your face as a hand pushes you to the side and you find Chel standing before you with a hand outstretched. “Thank you for bringing my friend back, handsome.”

She winks at him. Vander’s hand that was once lingering near your arm had found a home at your lower back, smoothly avoiding touching your skin. He offers her a gentle smile and it looks more reserved than when you’d first witnessed it from across the pool and your eyes fall on Chel who’s eating it up.

“I take it you must be-”

“A roommate.” She cuts him off and shakes his hand, rubbing her thumbs over it, but he doesn’t allow the touch to last long before his hand disappears into his pocket.

“A neighbor.” you correct with haste. “I’m leaving so you can have the chair.”

“What?” she frowns, pouting heavily as Vander nods at you, silently gesturing to his chair.

“I’ll be back.” he tells you and you’re left staring blankly at Chel who looks more betrayed than anything.

“We were supposed to go together. I knew you were trying to pick up guys alone- that’s not cool, you know.” She nudges you and you narrowly avoid it.

“Don’t go around telling people we’re roommates. That’s weird for me and I wasn’t picking up guys, not that it’s any of your business.” You make a point of avoiding touching her as she takes any contact as an invitation. “Excuse me.” you mutter.

She sighs heavily behind you and you’re grateful to be leaving because you cannot take another moment of her. “You’re lucky to have me as a friend, but you go and leave me like this sometimes.”

You snort a laugh under your breath, saying, “I don’t know where you got the notion that we were friends.”

“We’re not?” You glance up and see Vander pushing his glasses into his hair as you tuck the last of your belongings into a bag.

“No.” you say, zipping it up.

“Well since we’re not friends, I’m obligated to tell you that your top is a little too small for you, hun.”

The bikini straps, once tied around your neck, fall in front of you and your hands barely fly up in time to keep anything more than your aerola from showing.

You sink to your knees in hopes of hiding behind the lounge chair and you can’t yell at her because then all of the frat guys will look this way. She’s walking over to the college guys and the one who lives across the hall from you makes it a point to amp up the music and distract the small crowd.

Vander sits on the lounge chair, pulling the loose button up off his shoulders and holding it out for you, “Are you alright?” he asks as you take the shirt.

You don’t answer. How the fuck should you? She’s fucking psychotic? I mean, what the hell does one do at a time like this?

“Oi, sweetheart.” The thick drawl in his voice momentarily drowns out the blaring music and you look up to see his eyes no longer blocker by shades. “No one else saw anything. I think that lifeguard over there has some words for her and I’ll even talk with the landlord, okay?”

It takes you a moment to gather your words.

“Can I tie the back of this for you?” he offers and watches you nod in response. “I thought my friends were batshit crazy.”

“No one’s that crazy.” you say as you feel the straps of your bikini go taut.

“That’s true.” he smiles at you before checking around him a final time before you check over your top. “It’s more flattering.”

His cheeky smile is contangeous and you have to laugh because it’s a stupid joke. As you put on the hibiscus shirt, you ask, “How is it you know my landlord?”

“Went to college with Grayson.” he shrugs. “She thinks if I hang around here enough it’ll attract tenants.”

“After that fiasco, I might consider staying here for a month or two longer.”

Vander grins, “Only a month? I thought I’d be worth three at best.”

“Need to earn that, handsome.” He smiles at the way it rolls off your tongue.

“Yes ma’am.”

#the arcane x reader #the arcane x you #the arcane x y/n #vander x reader #vander thots #vander x you #vander x y/n #lmk what kind of vibes you get from this #i meannnnn #wouldnt you like to get presents from dilf vander #i would #anywayyyyy #just chillinnn

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