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qstea · 8 months

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Hello well can I request 4 killer, cross and error headcanon with kind-heart s/o? Like s/o love to help other people get through their pain such as dream,in short is s/o is a goody-goody-two-shoes kind of person.

📎 Kindhearted S/O Headcanons ★

Featuring: Killer!Sans, XTale!Sans, Error!Sans

#Notes: IM BACKKKKK SORRY GUYS LOLOLOL. EAT UP U LIL SHITS

pronouns used: they/them

warnings: some suggestive content if you squint

Killer Sans -

Killer thinks it’s beyond adorable. Seeing you so quick to drop everything to help somebody in need intrigues him so much, as he rarely feels actual emotions and empathy. Finds your goody-two-shoes behavior to be very motivating and such a breath of fresh air. It revives the small, faint, part inside of him that was the Sans he used to be.

Another thing is that they have a thing for innocent and naive types, all things untouched by life’s evils. The mere thought of corrupting somebody so sweet and kind is…. something they dwell on very often.

Don’t worry! He won’t hurt you, no, never. He just thinks that your relationship dynamic is funny.. the big bad wolf, Killer, who’s notorious for killing hundreds of innocent monsters without remorse or pity.. and the cute little kindhearted beauty at his side, untouched by all of his evils he has committed in his lifetime.

XTale Sans -

Your purity is exactly what made him fall for you. It’s the way you treat others with a type of kindness he hasn’t seen in so long, the one that he had longed for in his traumatized life. A life where he was stuck being some sort of sickening pawn under his father’s clawed fingertips.

Has an overwhelming instinct to protect you from everyone and everything, like some sort of untrained guard dog; biting, growling, and fighting off threats for the purpose of shielding you from the horrors of the multiverse, even though this protection may or may not be needed.

He can’t have another loved one leave, he just can’t. He loves you too much for you to get hurt like everyone else, he has to protect you. Everybody in the multiverse has a sick cruelness in their souls and he can’t let the light of his life be tainted with their diseases.

Nothing you say will have stop him from being overprotective and afraid of anything and everything.

Error Sans -

Kindness is not something often found in the multiverse, and especially not standing before the very force that stuck down many worlds, ended many lives, and showed no mercy or pity to those they faced against.

And then there was you, who dared flash their sweet smile, friendly words, and sympathetic nature to the destroyer of worlds. They were shaken, this was new, this was peculiar. They had never seen such a phenomenon before.

And so, they study you, they fall in love with you, they take you under their wing.

They couldn’t let the world see something that was only meant for their sockets, and their sockets only. In the multiverse, the strongest take what they want and take what they wanted, Error did. They had to take advantage of this, they couldn’t risk having anybody else having a taste of this.

They didn’t do it to protect you, they did it because they’re lonely, and all who have not friends, allies, or companions want more then they were destined to have. And so, they became selfish, and took you for their own. Have fun.

#qstea’s works #undertale x reader #underverse x reader #undertale au x reader #killer sans x reader #killer x reader #xtale sans x reader #cross sans x reader #cross x reader #error sans x reader #error x reader

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asoullessentity · 1 year

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haiii hello!! I rlly rlly love ur hcs sm and i just got into underverse lately especially with the new episode that came out me thinks, and and i wanted to ask if you could do error fluff hcs possibly?? yipeee

Fluff headcanons ! , ERROR SANS

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; Fluff

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He has no dating experience either…

You both would have matching dolls. A doll of you and a doll of him.

He most def glitches out when he's flustered.

Yk those couples that would wrap their scarves around each other? Yea, that's you and him when it gets chilly/cold

He's surprisingly a good cooker.

He loves cuddling with you under a large blanket as you two watch movies/shows.

He's def the type to slow dance with you and then call It corny afterwards LMAO. (He doesn't mean it.)

He cannot hide his jealousy for the life of him mannn.

Yk it's bad when Ink knows Error's jealous.

He'll flirt and touch you just to make the glitchy skeleton mad.

Don't worry you guys cuddle and make out after Ink leaves ♡

BODY WORSHIPER !!!!

He loves your chubbiness. He cuddles his face into your belly when he's upset.

He's like a cat? Or maybe a puppy.

Mans will not leave u alone…

Follows you everywhere.

He loves laying his whole body on you.

I think he would love cats. He doesn't really like loud and hyper things so, plus cats are chill and quiet and they don't like loud noises either.

If u guys get a cat together you'll probably name it ERROR Jr.

Error acts like he hates the name but he finds it really cute.

Surprise kisses ♡

You love seeing him glitch when you suddenly kiss him out of nowhere.

He loves picnic dates.

Probably libraries too lol.

You just love him smmm !!!

#undertale aus #undertale x reader #undertale #x reader #x gn reader #error sans #error sans x reader #error sans fluff #fluff #underverse #underverse x reader #x gender neutral reader

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raccoonsunratdust · 1 year

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No Bones About It

Welcome to my newest passion project that I will most likely abandon immediately

a skeleharem isekai written by your favorite void uncle itself

Kini

enjoy~~

~|~

When a beam of light shot out from the ground of an isolated backyard, the residents all startled and rushed to see what could have caused this incident. Perhaps the machine had malfunctioned again? Maybe it was something else entirely. Whatever had happened, it caused a group of figures to start moving to the source of the explosion.

Classic sat silently in the spare bedroom they had converted into a triage room for the injured, from the looks of it, human they had found in their backyard. He stared, unblinking, frustration lacing his magic and making him shake slightly. They had been laying there, unmoving, for the past three days. Some of the others had been getting worried, scared that the fall had killed them. He had to admit, when he saw them in the crater, their mangled body unresponsive, he was worried he’d have to fill in the hole as their final resting ground. But when Blue jumped in to check for a pulse, and actually found one, the chaos started.

His brother took the liberty of preparing the empty room for the injured human, it was getting hard to refer to them as anything else, and Blue started to load them up with healing magic. It was horrifying to listen to their bones crack back into place, those would not be healing fully anytime soon. Classic kept a calm facade and pulled out his phone to call Toriel, no use in freaking her out until she saw the damage herself. Dialing her number, he turned away from the carnage to watch the others. Not many were home, most were off working or doing whatever it was they liked to do in their spare time.

Toriel picked up on the second ring.

“Sans? Hello! It’s been so long since we talked, how have you been?”

“I’ve been good, Tori. Hey, I’ve got a huge favor to ask you…”

When Toriel showed up, the human had already been moved into, he hated the thought of this strange person having a claim in his new family’s home, their room. Upon seeing them, she immediately broke into motherhen mode. She administered first aid the magic couldn’t perform, bandaging them up and fashioning splints to keep their healing bones in place. After scolding them all for not telling her what had happened so she would be more prepared, she went home, leaving the boys to figure out what to do with the unconscious human in their guest room.

That was three days ago. They had taken turns watching them, monitoring their healing and changing their bandages. It was difficult explaining the situation to the rest of their housemates, but they couldn’t just keep something like this a secret forever. The air was stagnant and heavy. When Toriel had visited that first day, she washed the human of the blood and dirt that covered them. She figured none of the residents were willing to, and she was right. The only skeletons willing to watch over the human were either too uncomfortable to undress them or simply didn’t care enough.

Sans nearly jumped out of his skin, heh, when a faint groan resonated across the room. He was on his feet instantly and at the bed before the human could make another sound. He watched their eyes struggle to crack open, crust lining their lashes, before releasing a strangled sigh. Their eyes shifted to the side, hoping to get a better sense of their surroundings. When they got to Sans’ hovering figure, they stopped, opened their mouth, and shouted the one thing he could have never expected.

“SANS UNDERTALE!?”

Shouted was a generous term, it was more like a pathetic croak, given their vocal cords hadn’t been used in who knows how long. At the exclamation, though, Sans took pause. Summoning a Gaster Blaster, he wasted no time intimidating the now awake human. At the sight of the ghastly creature in front of them, the human sat up, despite having atrophied slightly after days of bed rest. Having made a terrible decision, they immediately crumple in agony, tears pricking their eyes. Sans hesitated for a moment, realizing that this person wasn’t likely to be a threat at this point in time.

There still stood the issue of them knowing his name. Relighting his blaster, he used blue magic to keep the weak human laying down. Putting on his practiced voice, Sans started to interrogate the injured human, “How do you know my name, who are you, where did you come from?”

The invisible weight of their soul being pressed against the bed made them panic, a merinthophobic fear of not being able to move their body. Taking a deep breath, they answered through a shaky voice, “My name is Y/N, and I’m not from this universe.”

They take his silence as an invitation to continue, “Look, all I know is one moment I was hiking on this mountain path, the next I was falling down this hole in the ground. I lost consciousness before I hit the ground, but I don’t know how far I fell. The hole was so deep…”

Sans sighed. They must have fallen down a version of Mount Ebott that linked their two worlds together. That would somewhat explain why they fell out of the sky and into his backyard, but it didn’t explain how it happened. Unsummoning his blaster, he focused his gaze back on the fallen human, “That still doesn’t explain how you know my name.”

At this, Y/N looked embarrassed, “In my word, you’re a videogame character. One I’m very fond of.” They take a second to think, “How did I get here, Sans? I can’t- I have friends and family at home, I can’t stay here. I need to go back home.”

Sans looked conflicted, he didn’t even know how they got here, let alone how to get them back to where they came from. They’d been trying to fix the machine and get everyone back home for months now. It would turn on randomly and link universes whenever it felt like, dragging anomalies into his world. Seeing his guilty face, the human started to cry.

“I’m not going back, am I? I’m stuck here. You can’t fix the machine. God, why did this have to happen to me of all people? I thought I was a good person. Why did I have to be punished like this? I’m never going to see my family again.” Y/N continued to ramble, sobbing quietly to themself. At this point, Sans had removed the blue magic holding their soul down, letting them curl up painfully. He never thought he would feel bad for this human.

After the rift broke, Sans held a quiet resentment towards the human race. The trauma of the resets had broken his soul several times over, and now he had to take care of this random human that crash landed into his backyard? But, watching them cry, snot dripping out of their nose and their face red from strain, he couldn’t help but pity them.

The first judge had a choice to make. Should he kill the shaking human in front of him, their pathetic sobs chilling him to the bone, or should he show them mercy.

#undertale x reader #underverse x reader #skeleharem #harem x reader #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #mod kini

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heavenisabove · 8 months

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𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 ࿐ ˊˎ-

hello, I'm rei. I'm trans (ftm) and I am 19. I write fandom x male readers.

I don't do masterlists cuz they take up my time and energy (o_ _)ﾉ彡☆

this is a sfw/nsfw blog. so minors dni to the nsfw stuff.

female readers dni, genderfluid readers can interact.

proshippers, homophobes, etc DNI !!!

that's all for now (until I add more things..)

#Heaven Gates .・゜゜・#male reader #female readers dni #im srs if u interact i will block you 😐#bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fandoms #fandoms x reader #pjsk x reader #tbhk x reader #ninjago x reader #underverse x reader #crk x reader

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jklovu · 1 year

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Matchups are back open! Ask away <3

#homestuck x reader #homestuck matchups #idv x reader #idv matchups #underverse x reader #underverse matchups

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thvnderdraws · 3 months

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cross sans save me..... /ref

#my art #undertale au #utmv #underverse #cross sans #x reader #cross sans x reader #cross sans x you #x you

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qstea · 1 year

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: hihi!! may I request ink with an s/o that stays up late ( around 1am - 2am ) to chat with their friends ??

can I also be 🌷 anon tyty ♡

✦ - Ink!Sans

| - This gremlin finds out you’re up at this time and just pokes you a million times to let him see what you’re doing instead of sleeping.

| - if you’re in a call with them, Ink will join in and cause chaos. If you’re texting, he’ll just leave you be. By the time an hour passes by, he’s already asleep on your chest, woops.

✦ - Error!Sans

| - A bit confused? ( yeah this again )

| - Doesn’t really know what to do, but they end up trying to urge you to go to sleep. They know that monsters and humans need plenty of rest and they want you to be happy and healthy. If you don’t go to sleep when they ask you to, they’ll just take your device away and won’t give it back to you til morning.

| - They’re a bit of an asshole.

✦ - Dream!Sans

| - Literally go to fucking sleep it’s 2 a.m.

| - He tries to inform you how unbelievably unhealthy it is to stay awake at this time. Very knowledgeable on anything that affects positive feelings and mental health. Will definitely try his hardest to get you to sleep, but he’ll give up if you seem uninterested or show any signs of anger in his efforts.

✦ - Geno!Sans

| - They’re a bit surprised when they catch you up late, they expected you to be asleep a long time ago.

| - They end up laying next to you while you’re chatting with your friends. Geno doesn’t want to bother you because they’re happy if you’re happy, and they’re nervous they’ll upset you if they tell you anything, so they won’t.

| - They’ll just wait for you to fall asleep by yourself.

✦ - Cross!Sans

| - He stays up late watching over you, making sure there’s nothing that might try to hurt you. Cross finds out you’re awake, sitting on your bed and tapping at your screen.

| - He’ll try to drag you to sleep by resting himself on you, in hopes that you’ll just toss your device to the side and cuddle him to sleep.

✦ - Classic!Sans

| - He attempts to get you to sleep by using the same tactic Cross uses, but ultimately ends up falling asleep on you before you even realize what he’s trying to do.

#✦ - teaskaa’s works #✦ - 🌷 anon #undertale x reader #underverse x reader #undertale au x reader #ink sans x reader #error sans x reader #dream sans x reader #geno sans x reader #sans x reader #cross sans x reader #a/n: I added a few others into the mix so it wouldn’t be too short and others would be able to enjoy it #^^ hope that’s ok!

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asoullessentity · 1 year

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Can you please do sfw and nsfw headcanons for ink when you get the chance? 🙏🏽

NSFW and SFW Headcanons ! , INK SANS

,, CONTENT/WARNING ; NSFW and Fluff

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Brobrobrobro, he is so soft.

He loves taking care of you mannn (I love him sm)

He loves LOVES cuddling even in hot weather.

"Ink, I'm getting hot please get off-" "But Y/nnnnn!!"

He's a big baby…

I think his love language gotta be acts of service.

Buys you a lot of things (even if u don't want him to.)

He sees you staring at something? He's buying it immediately.

He will carry you.

Ik he seems weak but he's really REALLY strong, trust me.

Goddd he's a sucker for your kisses.

He'll go all heart eyes when you kiss him.

HE WILL DO THE FUCKING KISSING YOUR HAND THING. He's such a simp for you it's not even funny..

You both go stargazing :)

I feel like he'll feed you when you're sick.

"Say 'Ahh'!" "Ink, I'm fine.."

I'm sorry but he wouldn't go near you if you catch a cold. He wants you to get as much rest as you can and if he's there you won't get any.

He does the hand thing. Where he rubs his thumb on your hand when you guys hold hands !!

Surprise kisses for sure.

You would go and do something, so concentrated on it. THEN SUDDENLY this mf goes all up in your face and kisses you. Leaving you a blushing mess.

A switch..whines like a little bitch too if I'm being honest.

He's a soft dom for sure but when he's upset he'll go rough.

Deff has a thing for bondage.

"Y/n, you're doing so good. Just a little longer, okay?" "Shhh, I know. I'll make the pain go away, my love~"

"Y-Y/n, please~" "A-Am I going it r-right? Ha~"

He's sorta like a Dom! Bottom.

Loves hearing you moan out his name.

He won't hesitate to give you hickeys

He proclaims they look cute/hot on you.

Loves cumming on your stomach.

Probably has a breeding kink idk tho

A huge body worshiper.

He edges you a lot when he's upset.

"Nuh-uh, I don't want you cumming yet.." "Aww, you wanna cum? Didn't I tell you not yet…"

He'll be such a moaning mess if you jerk him off.

Loves holding your hips.

He masturbates to you when you aren't there.

Aftercare ‹𝟹

He kisses you a lot and will apologize if he was rough.

Cuddles are his top-tier thing to do after sex.

#ink sans #ink sans x reader #x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #undertale #undertale smut #undertale aus #undertale aus x reader #underverse #underverse smut #underverse ink sans #underverse x reader

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yandere-toons · 1 year

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I saw one of the anon ask if your write for underverse.

Do you think you could gives a scenario with yandere nightmar sans? Anything really. Just a small drabble is all I ask:)

WARNING: implied depression, blood, fantasy violence, grief.

WORD COUNT: 3.125

The cloud cover had swallowed the sky in a veil of fog and torrential darkness, but on nights when the crickets sang no more and the frogs kept to the water, it parted under the patchwork of stars waiting to twinkle at the unconscious countryside.

The moon's eye skirted the ribbons of a tattered curtain and fluttered across the wooden frame set atop a bedside table, which bore the crumpled photograph of a family. Those rising curves of joy on their lips, the same assault of happiness his brother oozed like the sun bled heat, drew a low hiss from deep within Nightmare.

The thrashes of a tentacle or two whipping the air overhead punctuated the rumbling crackle rolling between his gritted teeth. Every second he brooded, the shadows of lamps, bedposts, and a chest of drawers thickened and stretched farther. The room grew dank and instinct with pressure until breathing was akin to having a pair of hands wrap around your neck and squeeze.

That facial atrocity had a name; smiles, he recalled, but even the word repulsed him like the acrid stink of vomit. It conjured up visions of two siblings reclining under the shade of a tree swaying with bountiful leaves, of promises made and then broken, of a schism between brother and brother, light and dark.

You played among the joyful souls in the photograph and shared in their touches and sandwiches, looking a far different person than the heap of sweat and nerves turning over in your bed. Nightmare allowed his gaze to linger for a bemused instant before the pull of that bitter edge lurking in his every thought called him back to the happy little fools and their sepia stares.

The willingness with which they shoved at him a sick buoyancy defied his power and mocked his work. The urge to tear that lightsomeness away from them and plunge them into misery began to burn within him, spurring his tentacles to writhe until one whacked the picture frame off the table.

It flew into a spinning collision course with the wall and caromed off it to crack the peace of a fitful sleep. The battered frame thudded against the hardwood floor, lying face down in a pool of glass shards.

You jumped into a scrambled consciousness at the clamour like a cannonade, and your eyes, encrusted with an awkward mix of bleary and vigilant, swept the room in anticipation of some calamity. Motionless and impregnable darkness, perfect camouflage for any terrors, met your search rather than the feared intruder charging through the door or the tremors of an earthquake.

Howling winds raged past your walls and produced a sustained groan approaching something human, a cruel and grotesque imitation of a lost soul calling out. Each gust tapped the windows like the fingers of someone asking to be invited in from the cold.

This shallow comfort allowed you a moment to peel back the sheets, wherein you noticed and floundered with how tangled about you they had become. With a streak of adrenaline pounding as drums in your head, you fumbled out of bed and made a beeline for the light switch protruding from the adjacent wall.

As your next step pressed down upon a sleek and scattered surface, a crunch popped the silence as a needle would a balloon. Sharp pain sliced the sole of your foot, and in the excruciating jolt up your leg, the skin seemed to catch fire.

You clamped your teeth on your lower lip and sucked in a puff of air, withholding the yelp that had leapt to the roof of your mouth. Opening your eyes from a tight squint, you peered down into the shadows and reached out to something by your foot.

The rigid ends and cool, smooth sides of a wooden rectangle slid against your fingertips. The silvery gleaming of crimson droplets on the clear sheen of fragmented glass was reflected in the coarse surface of a wrinkled photograph, its image spotty and worn away around the edges.

Those who helped form some of your happiest memories looked back at you, and this reminder took the pang from your foot and redirected it to an ache in your heart. A wave of dizzying exhaustion and the urge to slump into bed again washed over you, no matter how much you had slept the previous days away.

Time had faded many of their features into obscurity, but the twist of that old contentment they left with you was a wound forever open. You rubbed your thumb across the bumpy, sandpapery face of someone no longer around, and just for a moment, the distant peal of their laughter echoed from a room you had not touched in months.

How sweet to drink from the bottle of grief until you found it had no bottom. The tower of dirty dishes by the kitchen sink rose higher, and each time you chose a third nap over chores, Nightmare got stronger. He fed on your lethargy and silent aches like a flea on a dog's back, every bite taking a little more out of you.

Sleep, once a beloved respite from the agony of an empty house, now plagued you with hair-raising visions of inhuman faces hovering outside your windows, looking in while you had no voice to deter the eyes moving over your body. As you fought against your sheets as if they were a beast at your throat, something insidious whispered for you to fall into that comfortable trap and let the idea of escaping it, the burden of hope, slip away.

In the centre of the bedroom, a sphere of brilliant starlight glimmered in the image of the heavens. Its rays upon you were like the sun on your skin after a bleak and drizzly winter. This beacon promised a better future as it dimmed into the shape of a golden-eyed face, which chased away the darkling tendrils coiling around your bed.

The nips of biting air, once thick enough to drown in, lifted, and you grew weightless, seeming to float between silk sheets instead of your mangy bundle of loose threads, a mattress of clouds rather than your glorified boulder, and a velvet pillow instead of your flat-as-a-board, handmade one.

Dream walked among the dark and the cold and filled it with your fondest smell from childhood. He had no flesh or muscle, a being of pure bone cloaked in the greens of seafoam, the pinks of twilight, and the yellows of gold.

An eternal warmth flowed from him, calming the shakiest voice and stilling the throbs of your pulse to a steady and relaxed rhythm. He glided to your bedside in golden boots and cast one sympathetic look at the draggled sheets before pulling them back to their rightful place, careful not to disturb you as he did so.

Dream hummed a soft melody with the earnest compassion of a parent soothing their child. It was quiet to keep you asleep but distinct enough to spread the snug blanket of security over your thoughts.

The taut lines of veins bulging along your neck and forehead, the ball of pain swelling in your jaw, and the shaky curls of your fingers bunching handfuls of the sheets all started to wane. When you were sinking into your first minute of genuine rest in ages, the mood in the room dove faster than a flightless bird over the side of a cliff.

It was a plunge so steep and abyssal that you cried out at some ghastly vision while Dream staggered as if one wrong footfall away from falling. He recovered in a moment of resigned understanding of what lay behind him, but many more seconds passed before he found the strength to turn and confront the corrupted shell of his brother.

Dream saw the thrill of malice rush onto Nightmare's face as your sounds of distress rang and tilted his head down, hardening his frown. In the privacy of the gloom, Nightmare glowered at Dream with an eye that blazed against the black sludge streaming o'er him.

“Well, always here to spoil my fun, aren't you, brother?” Temptation and menace intertwined in his voice, honeyed and gravelly at once. It snaked through the crisp air and commanded awe with the booming richness of a king, and it burrowed into the back of the mind as whispers beguiling lost souls into letting loose all vices.

The visceral rage with which he spat the word “brother” so contorted his face that all sleeping mortals who looked upon it would have awoken screaming. Around his pupil expanded a vast sea of black, aglow with a fervour that dulled when Dream marched to the end of the bed and stood between him and you.

Nightmare collapsed his exaggerated snarl into a more subdued look of amusement, as though the idea that Dream could block his path was the peak of wishful thinking.

Dream, his eyes never wavering lest a moment's hesitation allowed Nightmare to slink near, swung his hand to the side and swished his lustrous cape. The threat of a golden bow sparked in his open palm, a sight that twisted the corners of Nightmare's mouth like a gulp of sour milk.

“You poisoned their grief, Nightmare. They need to heal.” Dream uttered this sentiment with unflinching certainty and gave to it a sublime voice meant to lighten the spirit of all who heard it; however, to the blackened soul residing in Nightmare, it only starved him.

He fixed a spiteful grin on Dream and widened his eye until it resembled a pit. “They don't want to heal. They're tired.” The venomous spiel rolled from him as it would a demonic salesman, and had you been awake to listen, you would have believed him. “They want to be told it's okay to give up.”

Dream glanced over his shoulder at your tussle with imaginary tormentors, his narrowed eyes pierced with a gleam of pity. He could have implored his brother to make an exception, but asking Nightmare to leave a cry for help untroubled was like the gazelle begging the lion for mercy.

Instead, he was readying another point of argument when an instinctive sweep of his arm deflected the sharp tip of a slender tentacle hurtling towards his skull.

Nightmare retracted the tentacle through a strip of moonlight, allowing it to glisten and weave before disappearing. The faraway ticktock of a clock stressed the passing of each second, baiting an attack from either brother and counting down to the moment when noise so bloodcurdling would rip the air asunder and forever banish peace from the area.

All at once, you sprung to an upright position and wailed as if you might never have the chance again. Your eyes, open wide but seeing nothing, held a glassiness that contrasted with your mindless thrashing at a hidden assailant. You began to hyperventilate between shouts for someone to get out of your house, and the guardian in Dream took hold as he hurried over to stop you from tumbling out of bed.

Before he could land one final step to reach you, a tentacle swooped down and knocked him into the chest of drawers across the room. It clattered and overturned a lamp atop it, which smacked the wood and threatened to roll off the edge. Dream cracked open one eye before the other and unhooked himself from the metallic handles.

Under the wan cover of night, Nightmare appeared to slide over the floorboards like some amorphous blob of black and blue. He eclipsed the moon on your weeping face, his tentacles bobbing on invisible waters and casting writhing shadows upon the wall behind you.

His head snapped towards Dream's weakened but defiant stance, and as flecks of silver silhouetted much of his body, his teeth were distorted into fangs that shone through the ooze cascading down him. A twinge of fear skittered the length of Dream's spine; the creature before him was his brother in name only, having become drunk on your anguish and consumed by a sort of eldritch savagery.

With each shriek rocketing out of you, Nightmare dispersed further into the darkness and outpoured his evil into every crevice. He propelled himself onto a tentacled throne and towered above Dream, who sensed the cold and aching drain of his presence in all directions and scoured for even a fleeting whiff of positive emotion.

The air stood still when Dream glimpsed the needle-like tentacles poised around him in the dark. They awaited a silent order to volley forward and gore him, an order made imminent by the resonant chime of the clock striking a new hour. Against his collarbone sat the round clasp of his cape, which he clutched with one hand overlaying the other.

Dream shut his eyes, tucked his chin into the back of his hand, and visualised a portal to the nearest spark of happiness. A blinding surge of starlight enveloped him, then vanished moments before a tentacle speared the chest of drawers in a shot that would have run through his rib cage.

Nightmare deflated a bit, disappointment gnawing at him that he did not get to see his brother's golden blood splatter the hardwood floor. He yanked his tentacle free of the unlucky drawer, paying no mind to the sizeable hole it had created, and resumed basking in your sorrow like a lizard in the sun.

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A hulking weight sat on your chest, and with every swell of breath you forced down, it sucked half of it back out of your lungs. You might as well have been a pair of eyes without a body, with the absolute numbness coursing through your limbs begging the question of whether they were still attached.

The darkness crept a little closer, bottomless and braver with each sweep of your eye. Waves of black and splotches of silver melded into a gaunt face dripping wet. Malevolence seeped from the monstrous entity pouring out of the unknown depths of that corner, the kind that threw babies into crying fits and ripped frantic barks from every dog in a neighbourhood.

The snowy radiance of a moon free to dominate the sky glinted across teeth whiter than any dentist could hope. They filled out a lipless mouth as the entity, a living nightmare, engulfed the floor and ceiling in an ever-growing current of blackness. His jaw unhinged far beyond the limits of nature to yield a gaping hole lined with vertical strips of muck, each as dark and slippery as a jagged rock hanging in a damp cavern.

A dozen tentacles snaked out his back and pulsated outward, their slender lengths draped in inky slime. He loomed over your paralyzed state and dredged up all memories of fear and pain until your heart thundered with the desire to burst out of you. The sheets tucked in tighter to the point of constriction, and tears brimmed for the silent scream wrenching around your mind.

The place where his right eye should have been was overflowing with tar, and his left eye glowed like the beam of a lighthouse. Turquoise with a tinge of midnight blue watched your struggle and revelled in it with the passion of a vindictive god.

To peer into his eye was to lose yourself down a tunnel that winded through every facet of despair, hatred and horror, to behold a creature who embodied it all and realise you could do nothing but wait. Such a gaze crushed you, and it never even had to touch you.

Periodic buzzes, beginning as a foghorn but then rising to a metallic trill, came and went every few seconds. They invaded the room with an unquenchable urgency that your brain raced to identify, shrilling louder and louder until your body jolted forward in an abrupt return of control.

You inhaled as if having swum from the deep of a lake, but instead of bouncing your forehead off the warped skull, you passed through nothing but clear space. The instant before your eyes began darting, the flicker of a figure dissolved into a patch of darkness in your peripheral vision.

The first rays of dawn shimmered across the hardwood floor and dappled the shadows with all the colours of fire. A clash of pinkish and gilt swirls subsumed much of the dark, delivering you from the trenches of a receding night to the peach-tinted embrace of a day starting anew.

The jarring call of a telephone poked your ears and vibrated on a round table in the corridor.

Following you to the bedroom doorway was the impulse to ignore that plea for your attention and continue languishing beneath the same old sheets. The ease with which you could lay back down and slip away from everything tapped you on the shoulder and beckoned you to sleep.

Dust bunnies wafted after your feet, which you heaved and then slammed down again a mite closer to the ringing as if wading through the reeds of a billabong. A slew of thoughts on the taxing demands of holding a conversation, on the dreadful risk of exposing how badly you were drowning, tugged at you like an impatient child.

When you picked up the cooling metal of that telephone, the voice of a dear friend hit you as a refreshing breeze on a hot day. They talked to you and listened even if you let out a sombre remark or stumbled over familiar words, a nearly forgotten sound, like a song unheard for years. Eventually, they said, “How about lunch at your favourite place today? My treat.”

You hugged the cord with each finger of one hand, and with the other hand, you pressed the cradle to your abdomen. A dab of moisture started to blur your vision, enabling you to take a breath without the air of heartsickness that had milled around the home for so long.

Watching you lean into the handset, into that faint voice daring to help, and allow yourself the ghost of a smile was like acid on Nightmare's eye. The frenzy of hunger stabbed him as the intoxicating taste of misery, a minute ago so bountiful, was evaporating.

What rapture it would be, twining one of his tentacles around that interloper's neck and squeezing until they never spoke another word. The vision of their bulgy eyes reddening as they clawed at the tentacle in vain, forced to look him squarely in the face and give every detail of their agony, to entreat his mercy only to be denied, flashed to him.

It kept him in the shadows and replayed before his mind's eye, each time seeming nearer to reality, to soothe the roaring emptiness in his stomach.

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lazyjadeart · 1 month

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Happy Easter to those who celebrate! The boys wish you a happy easter too :)

#undertale #undertale au #utmv #underverse #sans x reader #swap sans x reader #fell sans x reader #my art #swap sans #fell sans #sans #look how freaking cute they are

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1misscircle1 · 1 month

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@yo4sblog

(this idea is adorable btw:3 also sorry if it's not very good-)

Dream Sans

I feel like he would be a slightly distant father.

I mean he would be very busy all the time since he's the leader of the star sanses

But he would definitely try to make time for you!

Whenever he comes home expect him to ask for a hug (He's a tired single dad, please hug him😭)

He would also be slightly stern

He just wants to protect you, he means well

Although he is stern, I feel like he wouldn't be too bad about it

He trusts you enough to let you hang out with your friends

Your bond with him would probably be slightly awkward-

I mean since he's so busy, he wouldn't have much time to talk to you

But he would try to make up all the time by taking you to places that you like (At least places he thinks you like)

He would ask you about your interests during these little hang outs

100% supports you in whatever:D

He's just a dad trying his best, he does care for you and wants you to know that

Nightmare Sans

As for this inky octopus, he'd probably be waaaaaay more distant than Dream

Though I feel like he's still somehow have a pretty good bond with you

He makes the other bad sanses be nice to you >:D

(If they don't he drop kicks them-)

I like to think that Nightmare is the type of dad to stop mid-murder session if you wanna show him something:3

Just imagine: "You're gonna die-" *insert very evil laugh from The inky octopus* "Hey dad...look at this drawing:3" *Instantly stops laughing and looks at the picture* "*Dramatic gasp* ITS BEAUTIFUL-"

Anyways- I feel like he would also be very protective of his child

He drop kicks anyone who looks at you wrong:D

He would definitely have his temper though, he tones it down for you though

Unironically calls you 'Orphan' or just 'Child'

He makes Dream babysit you sometimes (or any of the other sanses)

He'd teach you the ways of ✨ Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girl boss✨

He's also just a dad trying his best too-

#Underverse #Dream sans #Nightmare Sans #child reader #father x child reader #platonic

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theveesbf · 1 month

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Here are some characters I'd write for if I knew more about them: