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valacre · 8 months

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Lust pulled you in for a slow dance, keeping one hand upon the small of your back, whilst the other held your hand in a tender embrace. You were pulled close as he began to turn and sway across the floor, and though you had little experience in slow dancing, it felt as if you flew together with him as he effortlessly guided you along.

“Maybe you could finally give me an answer on this special day?” he said, smiling down at you as the velvet of his robes shimmered in the golden glow of lamps and lit candles around you. “Though, should I take your increased affection for me as a sign that you might agree with my proposal?” he teased, clearly enjoying the blush that warmed your cheeks.

Many moons ago Lust had come to you, bearing his soul upon his sleeve, and proclaiming his everlasting love for you, urging you that you didn’t have to return it less you felt the same. He’d been so open and sincere, afraid that you might say yes to something you didn’t really want to. He’d always been worried that he might be going too fast for you, saying too much, or being too intimate, but you’d been good friends for so long, and the lingering touches, the long evenings of cuddling on the sofa, of tender fingers and phalanges stroking cheeks as the nights grew long; of experimental kisses excused as nothing but curiosities… they said more than words ever could.

You hadn’t been oblivious to his growing feelings nor to your own. It was difficult to not feel the pleasant tickling spreading across your chest whenever you were near Lust, but you hadn’t wanted to fully commit, afraid that your precious friendship might change.

Lust had understood, and he’d given you time to think things through, but he’d been adamant about wanting an answer one day. He needed to know, and you didn’t want to leave him hanging by the edge of the cliff for too long either. He deserved someone who could return his love; fully.

You just hadn’t been sure that it could be you.

“I was afraid you might pull away from me,” Lust said, spinning you around as the music he’d set in the background danced together with you. “I know of your worries and struggles, and I know that you’re afraid of change.” He pulled you against him. His face was so close. “But if you need reassurance, then I can promise you that our time together won’t be altered, whether you want to be with me like that or not.”

His face was so vulnerable again, just like that night.

“I just… I just know I want to be with you. I love you, I’m sure of it. No one has ever made me feel like this before; made me so happy and nervous all at the same time. Just the thought of being without you—” his voice cracked as tears lingered at the edges of his sockets, but he didn’t break eye contact with you. He held you close. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine. So, please… tell me. Tell me what you truly feel.”

Vulnerability was something you’d helped him learn to express and take into himself. He’d been so guarded and unsure when you’d first met him, but you’d been there on his whole journey through self-acceptance, and only once he’d grown had he, too, realised your own struggles. He’d realised you’d suffered from self-inflicted sabotage and loathing, and how you couldn’t find it in yourself to be vulnerable around others either.

Lovely Lust, he’d been so tender and gentle with you as he began to help you in return. And even now, as he revealed himself fully to you, he wished to aid you in your own feelings. He wanted you to be true to what you felt, not what you thought you did or didn’t deserve.

“I…” your voice sounded so small and weak, and your throat was dry as your heart wanted to close itself. But you refused. “I want… I want to be with you, Lust. I want to wake up in the morning beside you, take care of you when you’re sick, cuddle with you on the sofa and—and kiss you without feeling ashamed or shy about it,” you confessed, feeling shocks of doubt course through you, but you wouldn’t let it stop you now. Lust wouldn’t judge you. He wouldn’t.

“I love you too, and I don’t want you to be with anyone else.” You swallowed, thickly as you blinked away the sting in your eyes. “I love you, Lust. I love you.” Gods, you could say it repeatedly, it just suddenly felt so easy to say it out loud whilst in the past the words had lodged themselves in your throat. Everything felt easy when Lust looked at you like that, smiling proudly and happily. And with your dwindling doubts, you smiled back at him and leaned in to meet him as he took your lips in a gentle kiss. The hand on your back moved and laid against your cheek, but the other still held onto your hand, providing you with reassurance and grounding you in time as your mind threatened to spiral from overwhelming emotions.

Nothing would actually truly change, you realised. After all, you practically lived together with him already, and so many of your things were scattered around his apartment, too. Setting up permanent residence with him would be easier than you thought, especially now that you’d accepted his proposal of being lovers through both dark and bright days.

Happy Birthday to me! I needed to write myself a little gift, and nothing truly beats a good short story with dearest Lust sans. I swear, this man has my heart tenderly cradled in his hands. Lovely Lust would do his best to give a soft and loving birthday celebration. ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

#utmv #lust sans #valacre writes #happy birthday to me!#Lust would treat me and my insecure self right

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yuckydraws · 1 year

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What would Red, Vant, Wine, and Mal think if their s/o would often wake them up in the morning by gently stroking their face?

They'd trail a finger gently over their nasal ridge, caress their cheek with a knuckle, or, sometimes, they even give them soft kisses until they start to stir.

I’m going to preface this by what kind of sleepers these guys are: Vant and Mal are both extremely light sleepers, the smallest movement from you will probably have them stirring already. Wine is a pretty light sleeper too, but would likely not stir until you touch him. And then there’s Red 💀💀 he sleeps so heavily.

Anyways now onto their reactions!

Red: If he’s sleeping peacefully (which, next to you, he tends to) he sleeps so deeply and you’ll likely be able to get away with lots of soft touching to his face before he stirs. If you want him to wake up, that trailing of your finger over his nasal ridge will do the trick. His face will scrunch up as he lets out a whuffle, then a grumble as he cracks open his sockets. He’s liable to pull you close to him, tucking your head under his chin as he rumbles something unintelligible. He seems grumpy, but he’s just not a morning person. Deep down? He loves lazing about in bed with you in the morning.

Vant: He’s cracking open his sockets the moment your hand moves towards him. His lights blearily take you in, as his expression, usually tight with a scowl, is all soft and confused with sleep clinging to him. Though he wakes suddenly at your movement, he has no objections to your touch, heavily leaning into your affection and letting out those quiet, deep purrs as he does so. He’s a bit grumpy in the mornings too (let’s be honest, when is he not grumpy?) and might grumble sleepily or close his sockets in attempts to get a second sleep in, but you can convince him to get up, especially with those soft kisses.

Wine: His vinaceous lights are a little fuzzy with sleep as his sockets open slowly at your gentle touches. He’s faster to wake than the others, always seeming to have endless energy, even when he’s tired. He’ll capture your hand in his and press a kiss to your palm. And then a little nuzzle to your wrist. Little nibbles to your finger tips - his lights bright with mischief as he gets you giggling with his antics. “Good Morning, My Dearest.” He’ll rumble, voice still rough with sleep. He can be convinced to laze about with you, but you better work quick because once this man is up he’s not laying back down.

Mal: Much like Vant, he’ll also be stirring once you shift and move your hand towards him. His violet lights will focus pretty quickly, though he won’t mind the gentle touching, honestly thinking it’s adorable. He’s a morning person, but wouldn’t mind lazing about with you, for a little bit. Depending on his mood he might return the favor, gently and carefully exploring your face with his clawed fingers - or he may just cheekily pull you in for some more kisses.

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fairy-verse · 1 year

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Once upon a time...

…there was a land filled with beauty and magic. Here there were no great cities, only small villages nestled between hills, mountains, valleys, and meadows. It is a fair and quiet land, and it is the only place you will find fairies and other magical creatures of various kinds.

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Here is the Map of Fairy Island.

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Fairyverse is created by valacre & lunnar-chan. I, Valacre, have created the concept ideas and am writing the lore and the stories for it. Dii has created the fairy designs and has helped me with the lore itself by coming up with suggestions and ideas of her own.

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Nightmare 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Ink 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Error 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Lust/Rosa 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Dream 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Killer 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 Cross

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The world of Fairyverse is set in medieval-esque times.

Light and dark fantasy themes will be found here.

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The Firstborn fairies are those who came before all, and they rule their own respective seasons within the Island of the Fairies.

They are – Dream, the firstborn fairy of summer. Nightmare, the firstborn fairy of autumn. Error, the firstborn fairy of winter. And Ink, the firstborn fairy of spring.

Coming after the Firstborn are the season fairies. They are born in the image of their respective firstborn, bearing characteristics not only from them but also from their hopes and dreams. They are their loyal followers. They are all Sans variants.

They are – The summer fairies, the autumn fairies, the winter fairies, and the spring fairies.

Also known as – The butterfly fairies, the mystical fairies, the moth fairies, and the dragonfly fairies.

The Firstborn and their season fairies reside on the western side of Fairy Island, but they are not the only fairy types that exist here. There are also – Monster fairies (Papyrus variants, Toriel variants, Undyne variants, Temmie variants, etc…), and Human fairies/Fae (resembling humans, often with blackened or iridescent eyes, brought to life by Ink and a human woman.)

There is also the Big Folk that has settled down on most of the eastern side of Fairy Island. These are regular humans and monsters who travelled over the waters to find new and peaceful lands to live on. A few of them hunt fairies (specifically season fairies) for their wings, blood, and bodies. The Big Folk that lives close to the Great Forest (Ink’s domain) are often victims of spring fairy bites, and while they believe these bites cause them to go temporarily insane, they are, in fact, filled with extra magic that makes them able to hear the trees talk, see the bees dance, and feel the winds collect their individual stories.

Other creatures that live on Fairy Island include – The small people/monsters (the same size as fairies but lack any sort of wings. They usually live in hollowed-out trees with tiny doors and windows), the mushroom people (born from residual magic dropped by the fairies, they wander along the forest floor on stumpy legs. They make soft squeaks, but no one knows if they are intelligent or not. Often used as pets by fairies), gnomes (the same size as fairies and wear tall, pointy hats of either red, blue, or green that cover their eyes. They live underground and are only active during winter), stonemen (resembling boulders and mountains, these are gentle giants that often remain asleep for most of their lives. They are immortal unless anyone chips them away), trolls (vicious and dangerous, they live in caves and underground shelters during the day and come out at night to hunt whatever they can lay their hands on, including fairies and Big Folk alike), and finally, the elusive flower people (little is known about them. They live on the Isle of Luna, south-east of Fairy Island.)

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The image used as this blog's avatar and as the header image is made by @lunnar-chan, whilst the image used in the sidebar is made by @comyet.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼 𓍊ྀ ࿔

#Fairyverse #aufairyverse #lumin the fairy

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mblue-art · 1 year

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It’s- uhh… it’s a bit rushed, but I wanted to write you something that would at least somewhat fit this Valentine’s Day. I hope you enjoy my own little version of Lust, though I tried not to describe him too much, just in case you wanted to make up your own image of what he’d might look like as a fairy. I hope you enjoy <3

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You’d been warned of the dangers of entering the forest. Fairies are hidden behind every leaf, every flower, in the bark of the trees, and the soil of the ground. It was already bad enough that they entered the village to cause havoc in early spring, their tiny, and yet sharp teeth ready to feast on the blood on any unsuspecting folk that passed by. Sometimes, they even snuck into their houses.

And yet, it was as though you couldn’t help yourself. On this day, a day of love and affection, you found yourself alone, longing for someone to share your love with, and it had been as though the very forest itself heard you, for a song, not too different from the clang of a small bell, or the tune of a flute, called to you. And feeling your body move on its own, you allowed yourself to be guided.

None thought to stop you. They couldn’t see the distant look in your eyes, the way your legs carried you with such feathery lightness, that it almost looked as if you were about to fly. Shortly, you passed the threshold of the trees, and the world of the big folk grew silent. All you could now hear was the song, and soon, all you could see was a sunlit clearing, in which a fairy sat atop a fallen tree, covered with moss and mushrooms of various kinds. You stopped walking once the light of the sun kissed your skin, and the fairy stopped singing.

His wings, that of a dragonfly, were lowered and unfurled. He was the size of the big folk, your kind, though shorter, and much more delicate. You’d heard about the fairy’s ability to grow taller with the help of their magic, though you had never seen it yourself; until now, that is.

“I could hear your soul,” the fairy said, and his voice was akin to that of the song of birds, beautiful and light. “It cried so sorrowfully, so desperate for love and comfort. How could I ever ignore such a call.”

Your eyes widened as he turned, and your heart bloomed with warmth. His conjured body reminded you of pink crystals you’d seen on display by passing carriages, though unlike their cold and hard exterior, this fairy appeared soft; warm. His bones were near pearlescent, calling to be touched and caressed, though it was his kind smile that drew you in further; urged your legs to move forward.

Only when you were near did he finally reach out to touch you, his hand laid carefully upon your cheek. The lights within his sockets kept your mind in a soothed state, calming you completely.

“Will you leave me once the day is over?” you found yourself asking, afraid that you might never see this lovely fairy again once the sun vanished over the horizon.

“Of course not, my flower. Once a fairy falls in love, they will never truly leave the one whom has taken their soul into their warm hands,” he said, and slowly; tenderly, he kissed you.

You knew of the dangers that came with interacting with fairies, knew of the mischief they committed, and how they rarely did any favours for the big folk, but… Right now, as this fairy of spring, of love, held you so gently and kissed you so sweetly… How could you ever go back to your old life again?

!!! valacre my beloved, hello!! ;w; 💕

fairy,, ,, 🥺💜💜💜 this is very lovely, ur writing is lovely, thank u sm for the crumbs!! happy valentine's day <333

#(he has taken my heart and apparently so have i..!!)#(ough i dont mind startin a new life with he.........in this au ofc ksdjndfjkg/////)#ask #valacre #mblue talks #scenarios #(ough i need to tag the other ones with that.........)#hvd

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bonefideqt · 2 years

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Northern lights

A little birthday drabble for the lovely @valacre who shares a birthday with me. I hope you will like this and Happy birthday!

Underlust Sans = Charm

Not long now until this day would end and a new one begins. Tomorrow was your birthday and you couldn’t wait to spend it with your partner, Charm. This time it would be different as you had brought them with you to your old home town. Sitting in the comfortable window seat you looked out on the night sky as you reflected on the day. You had spent the day sightseeing and showing your sweet partner around. It was so fun to show them all the places you knew and used to hang out.

Tomorrow you had planned to have a quiet morning together, before you would have lunch with the family, then you would take Charm to one of your favorite places before you would have a nice romantic dinner together. Only a few minutes remain until the day would tick over. Charm had insisted you stay up until midnight so they could be the first one to wish you a happy birthday.

A warm mug of hot cocoa entered your vision and you smiled up at Charm,

“Thank you love, just what I needed.”

Charm snuggled up next to you on the window seat and you both enjoyed the hot cocoa and each other's company. Once mugs were empty Charm but them away and replaced your empty hands with their own.

“i’m so lucky to have you in my life sweetheart. truly blessed.” You could help but blush, even when you guys had been together for a while, they still never failed to make you blush. Charm started to play with your hands and he seemed a bit nervous all of a sudden.

“i’ve been practicing this for a bit now to get it right, but i’m not sure i’m saying it correctly. S-so umm, here i go.”

Charm took a deep breath and looked into your eyes.

“Gratulerer med dagen...? J-jeg elsker deg...” Charm looked so focused and uncertain as the words they spoke were unfamiliar to them. You were surprised, they had learned how to speak some Norwegian, you mother tongue.

“o-oh I totally butchered that didn’t i... oh no ummm.” Placing a finger on his teeth you silence the poor monster and gave them a warm smile.

“No love, you said it loud and clear. Thank you, so sweet of you to learn how to say that.” You cupped their face with your hands. You loved this goof so much, and you told them just that and they melted against your hands.

Gently you pulled Charm towards yourself and you gave them a sweet kiss. When you both opened you eyes you both gasped. You because you saw how the northern lights danced across their skull and the childlike wonder you could see in their eyelights. Charm was mesmerized by the northern lights not having seen them before.

“Beautiful.” you whispered softly.

“yeah, it is.” Charm softly whispered back. They looked back at you only to realize that you had only been looking at them and not the sky. Their skull lit up that lovely lavender you loved so much. With a smile you kissed them before cuddling up and looking at the northern lights. You felt Charm give you a light squeeze before they further snuggled up, you could just faintly hear them whisper,

“happy birthday sweetheart. i really am lucky”

Yeah, you couldn’t be happier and you firmly believed that you were the lucky one here.

I really hope you like it >w< Had this idea last night and I just couldn't leave it. Might write something for myself later on. Just haven't decided on which bone boy I would like for it lol. Not sure I could write for more then one skeleton right now. We'll see what I get inspired for later. I'm Norwegian and it's also my birthday today so this little drabble is relevant for me as well :3 Lust Sans is such a sweetie.

Gratulerer med dagen = Happy Birthday

Jeg elsker deg = I love you

#magpie writes #magpie imagines #undertale #underlust #sans x reader #sans x you #sans x y/n #lust!sans

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undertale-writing-times · 2 years

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Siren song

So... I uh... I really wanted to write Pinks being scary?

In case you guys didn't know, Pinks is a siren. And his water is very uhh salty, most creatures can't live in it. So fish don't live there.

In other words, he needs to be able to eat, doesn't he?

How?

Let's find out :)

Song I was listening to while writing this

@valacre hey buddo, I thought you would like to see this. (I know how much you like Pinks)

A beautiful, yet sorrowful, song was heard by the villagers that lived in the woods near a lake. The song was, most often, ignored. The villagers never spoke of the wordless melody that often flowed through their streets as if the water flooded.

Sometimes people would question what the music was, mostly children, but they were shushed and told to never ask about the voice.

"If you ask too much, you'll find out, but never be able to come back"

Sometimes they just got a wordless warning... a threat to remain quiet; to not bother the forces which had been set in stone for so long.

Whomever searched for the cause of the lovely hymn, never returned to the village. There were often mournings for them, but never search parties.

They knew what they were getting themselves into.

When new people came to the town, and they asked about the songs, the people that had been there for years just shielded their ears and rushed away. Nobody seemed open to talking about it.

The call of whoever was singing proved too strong for one of them. A human with long blonde hair, shining like golden threads in the sunshine. Eyes as blue as the ocean and just as deep.

He went searching.

He wanted to find the person that sang this enchanting tune. He didn't know why, but he was dying to know. He needed to know.

So... he followed it.

Through the trees, over the stones.

Through the forest at night, the only time where he could get away without someone asking him. He knew that his friends would have told him to listen, not follow it. If the villagers seemed so unsure then it must have been for a good reason.

He didn't believe that.

They were trying to keep whoever this was away. Keep them for themselves. That was the only thing that went through his mind.

This was his moment!

He was NOT going to miss it.

And finally... he saw them.

A being with the most heavenly look to them. They had a tail, a bright pink leading down to purple in a gradient; and long flowing fins that flowed down into the water.

The water was just as beautiful, a bright pink color. The soft ripples made the fins flow as if they had minds of their own. Dancing to their owner's own song.

The tail connected to bones, a skeleton-like creature with fins and the brightest of pink eyes which were now stuck to him. They reminded him of the pool of water...

He didn't know what was going on... other than they were the most beautiful person that he had ever seen. Their words echoed in his mind, his ears were ringing but not enough to block the song from infecting him.

The creature's teeth went up; they were smiling. His breath caught in his chest. He wanted to see their smile closer... His legs worked before his mind told them to, slowly moving closer to the water.

They slowly hold out their hands "Sing with me now" they coo, their voice holding the same power as their song. His legs almost buckled. They finally did when he got right beside the lake.

"I'm here" he whispers. He knew it. The villagers, they were hiding this beauty away. Keeping it for themselves.

The creature lets out a soft giggle, reaching up to rest their hands against his tanned cheeks. The touch causes a sharp shiver to go down his spine, and he slowly moves his hand up to rest on top of theirs.

"Welcome home" and with that, they start to slide back into the water, pulling his hand along. He didn't care; he didn't care at all. He even moved onto his knees, crawling in after them.

The water rippled as they both moved into it, then a fast movement, splashing the bright pink water into the air... and stillness.

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The villagers didn't hear the song for a few days after that.

They mourned.

#TW: Murder #TW: Death #tw: violence #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale imagines #undertale au #tw: injury #tw: death #tw: murder #Merlust #Merlust Sans #Pinks #Siren #Sans AU #Lust AU

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llamagoddessofficial · 2 years

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Commission for the wonderful @valacre, thank you so much for asking for something so sweet and fluffy and absolutely romantic. Writing this was the gift that kept on giving- just Skull being a big, loving doofus, and his darling human loving him right back.

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What on Earth?

“... Skull?” You asked, your voice thick with confusion.

There were two vases of flowers on the little chest of drawers by the door that you used to hold all your leaving-the-house essentials. Two; and both of them were close to bursting with large, extravagant blossoms, all in various elegant and attractive colours... they looked big and dramatic and expensive, not the average garden variety flowers that you’d use for a touch of green in your decorations.

(Hahah, garden variety flowers... you should tell him that joke later.)

What’s going on? Did I miss something? You righted your bag on your shoulder as you approached the flowers, examining them. One bouquet was purely deep red roses, their dark and velvety petals already exuding a luxurious scent- the other caught your eye a bit more, because surrounding the large and dramatic pink lilies were little dahlias. The petals were salmon pink with yellowed bases... their dome-like structure of tightly packed and alluringly symmetrical petals, alongside the colour that reminded you of a glowing sunset...

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You heard footsteps. You glanced up from the flowers- Skull was standing there, in the hallway just ahead of you... he was holding something in his massive clawed hands, but you were admittedly a tad more invested in the beautiful ultramarine blush spreading across his cheekbones.

“happy... valentine’s.” He mumbled.

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"V... Valentine's?"

You weren’t expecting that. You weren’t expecting that at ALL. You blinked, taken aback- he seemed to find that funny, judging by the way his grin climbed up his face.

“surprised?”

“I-I...” You shook your head, as if to dispel the thoughts that were confusing you. “Well, yes. D-definitely. I wasn’t expecting... You told me monsters didn’t do Valentine's?”

Apparently impatient, Skull closed the gap between the two of you, once again moving deceptively fast for someone so huge. He closed a hand around yours and started leading you out of the entrance hallway and into the house proper. “we don’t.”

"Th... then what...?”

“i just wanted to. i wanted to be... romantic. with you.”

He turned, finally, letting go of your hand and barely giving you a second to take in that wonderful comment, instead offering the thing you'd noticed him holding before with a degree of insistence. It looked like... a box? Just a normal cardboard one, but tied up with an uneven pink bow that had some loose threads pulled free from the main weave- you got the feeling that it'd been tied and undone and tied and undone several times over.

His eyelight had grown fuzzy around the edges.

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You took the box, your mind racing as to what could be inside. You tugged the bow free.

...

... Chocolates. Little individual chocolates. Twelve of them, in four rows of three- set up in a pattern that alternated between dark, milk and white, with tiny shaky flowers painted on them in edible pink glitter. Some were slightly wonky or generally off-sized, but even so, they...

... They looked absolutely delicious...

“... Skull.” You turned up to stare at him. “Did you make these?”

His massive grin said a thousand words.

...

He’d made you chocolates.

You took a little breath in, trying to stifle the wave of emotion that came over you. You knew how important food was to him- you knew very well how much even a simple meal could mean (it’d taken you a while to understand why he always blushed when you offered to cook). Food meant family, food meant warmth and safety... and even more so, the creation of food meant love. It signified, to him, a bond that was worth sharing his most intimate emotions with.

... You also knew how difficult and frustrating he found it to perform tasks that required a lot of minute detail and motor function. His injury left him with difficulty concentrating on a small scale, alongside a persistent minute shake in his hands, so he’d completely avoid activities involving those two things while citing that he didn’t want to ‘make a fool of himself’...

... And yet here you were. With tiny chocolates he’d made for you, painted with even tinier flowers. How many times had he practised those? You could practically hear the steadying breath he took as he dotted the glitter onto the treat.

“... They’re beautiful.” You said, softly. He was beaming.

...

You put the lid back on the box and placed it carefully on the bed, mumbling out a quick “Hold on a second.” as you stuck your hands into your bag. Skull paused, apparently not expecting that, watching as you rustled inside the purse...

... Before eventually pulling out something, holding it out to him with both hands. It was...

A book. Hardback, surprisingly hefty and chunky, with a fabric spine and a bright & lightly embossed cover.

“... This is my Valentine’s gift for you.” You mumbled, smoothing out the cover with your thumb. “I know you’ve been looking at this one a lot lately, and... I was mainly just using the fact that it’s Valentine’s as an excuse to buy it for you.”

...

He took the book, eyelight twitching back and forth as he read the cover... blowing wide once the realisation of what it was set in.

Skull liked cookbooks. He liked them a lot; he struggled with online recipes, finding the ads invasive, the screens headache-inducing and the fonts unpleasant. But a few months ago he’d discovered cookbooks, and right after that, his absolute love of them- you already had six or seven, taking up the kitchen shelves, every recipe page dotted with his scribbled notes and comments and corrections.

The book you’d given him was a hardback that you’d seen him looking at online, but you knew he’d never get for himself thanks to the price tag. What better excuse to treat him than Valentine’s?

“th...” He rubbed the cover with his thumb, just like how you did. “thank... thank you...”

“Hey.”

You made a little ‘come here’ gesture. He happily obliged, accustomed to what that signal was asking him to do... he got down on one knee to be closer to your eye level (though he was still an inch or so taller than you, even in that position)- you held his cheekbones with both hands and kissed him.

He hummed, in response, placing the book on the floor carefully so he had his giant arms free to wrap them around you. Even his gentlest hugs still rocked your whole body toward him... it didn’t matter how long you lived with him, you never quite got over how huge he was.

Over time, you’d grown much better at reading your boyfriend’s expressions. When you first met it was impossible to tell what he was thinking or feeling... you’d grown so accustomed to human faces and the thousands of tiny movements they made that it was genuinely difficult to translate Skull’s expressions into feelings. But now, after over a year, your eyes were well-trained to pick up on even his most subtle cues; the angle and width of his smile, any twitches or downward turns of his brows, the size and opacity of his beautiful iris... and in some cases, his body language was even more important than his face. Where were his shoulders? Was he standing up straight, was he hunching over... all of that sort of thing.

And... the thing was, right now? Pulling back an inch to look at his wonderful face, the warmth from his eyelight barely distinguishable from the warmth in your cheeks?

You didn’t need any of that. You were certain that even if you walked into the room having never seen a skeleton monster before, you’d be able to tell he was in hopeless, puppy love.

...

“Skull?”

“mh?” He purred.

“... Y’know... I like human Valentine’s, and everything. It sounds nice.” You tilted your head an inch. “But...”

...

“yeah?”

“... Well. If this Valentine’s was entirely up to you, what would you do?”

...

It didn’t take him long to read between the lines. You’d just given him the reins to, effectively, the rest of the whole day.

He immediately proceeded to literally sweep you off your feet, scooping you up and standing to his full height with you in his arms like a princess, ignoring your little yelps and heading straight for the living room while you clung to his jacket. He nonchalantly turned off the lights as he walked past them. Without so much as a word he fell heavily onto the couch and rocked back, laying down with you on his stomach- a blanket was pulled around your shoulders and his arms wasted no time in encircling you, each one gentle but nonetheless heavy enough to pin you against him without him even having to exert any force.

...

You let out a little snort-chuckle, which he seemed to like, judging by the ever-brightening eyelight glow. He kept his head propped up the couch arm so he could keep looking at you.

“Skull.” You giggled. You only had to turn your head a fraction to look up at him. “We do this every day.”

He had several go-to cuddle positions, and this was one of them. You on his stomach was a favourite- him as your bed... he liked it when you shuffled up his chest and put your head on his clavicle, that way he could fall asleep with his face nuzzled against your hair. He fussed with the blanket a bit more, grinning even wider, eyelight fluttering a little.

“i know.” He said, softly.

...

Well. Who were you to complain? You enjoyed cuddling like this just as much as he did.

His body shifted and he brought up a massive hand close to your face, clearly intending to play with your hair; there seemed to be no activity he enjoyed more than just using the tips of his claws to gently card through your locks. But... you surprised him by ‘catching’ his hand with one of yours by his thumb (there was no way you were actually stopping any of his movements, he was just allowing you to feel like you were in control).

Your entire hand was only a little bigger than his palm. You couldn’t help it- you drew his hand nearer to your face, brushing your index finger over a knuckle.

Skull’s hands were one of the many, many things about him that you really loved. You never quite understood why you had such a fascination, but... something about his claws, how sturdy and warm they were, the way the bones moved against one another... how every time he touched you, he was gentle as a baby despite those hands easily being able to crack your cranium like an egg. You ghosted your hands over the wonderful, familiar, warm peaks and valleys of his own... his claws felt safe. Like they’d protect you. Something capable of so much damage had only ever touched you in a careful and loving manner... you touched the tip of your finger to the tip of his claw and traced down the phalange to the centre of his palm, before shuffling a bit, so your other hand wasn’t tucked under you, and you could use both extremities to explore his.

... You hadn’t realised until you took a moment, but... Skull had started purring. It was a deep, low rolling sound, barely audible... easily felt, though. It filtered through his ribcage and directly into your chest, lightly rumbling your whole body.

His eyelight was radiating warmth, too, his breaths against your hair slow and even. Drunk off the touch.

... The scars on his hand were innumerable. You supposed that they were the parts of him that received the most wear & tear- what felt like hundreds of tiny nicks and cuts dotted the bones, proof of the hardship he’d gone through... your own hands looked positively unmarred compared to his. Like glossy coloured porcelain next to worn and weathered brick. Unconsciously, you made circles on the inside of his palm with both your thumbs... then turned the hand over (again, you weren’t turning anything. He was seeing what you were attempting and merely performing the action for you) to trace one of the largest scars.

It was a groove cutting directly over the top of his hand, beginning on the right side of his wrist and ending just below his index knuckle. Vicious and deep, but long since healed. When one of your tiny digits ghosted over it, you felt the little shiver that rattled his shoulders... his warming gaze on every action you took.

...

You pressed one of your palms to his and interlaced your fingers, as best you could, between the gaps of his own... then brought his hand up to your face and pressed a gentle kiss to the scar.

...

Apparently, that tiny action was too much. He let out a new sound that you’d never heard before, a sort of soft chuff, and sat up- the movement brought you (on his chest) up with him, ending up sitting squarely in his lap. The hand that you weren’t holding cupped the back of your head and tilted it up to him...

... He leaned down, capturing your lips with his own. You instinctively closed your eyes... everything about him was warm. Warm, loving, utterly devoted.

...

... You giggled, pulling back a little to look up at him. His cheekbones were alight with ultramarine magic... his socket being almost completely closed couldn’t disguise the bright carmine glow emanating from the wide eyelight- nor the fact that the black centre of his iris, in lieu of a little circle, was a fuzzy upside-down heart.

“You’re purring really loud.” You mumbled, teasingly, against his teeth.

“... heh.” His sonorous voice thrummed through your whole body. “...’ve got... a lot of things to purr about.”

You didn’t escape the second kiss so easily.

#commissions #the bIG SOFT BOY #oh man i blushed so much writing this #imagining being snuggled by Large Monstre #too much for my silly human brain

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valacre · 7 months

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You’re dating Nightmare and have officially/unofficially become the “mother” of the castle, with Horror, Killer, Dust, and Cross all slowly falling into the habit of calling you “mom” or “mother”. Nightmare puts on a show of being angered by being called “dad”, but you know he’s secretly fond of it.

As the mother of the castle, you’re often tasked with keeping your unruly children in line. It’s easy with Cross and Horror, a bit more difficult with Dust when he’s having a bad episode, and almost near impossible with Killer, who seems to have made it his life’s work to antagonize Nightmare, or just generally cause a lot of chaos.

All the boys love you, though.

You’ll often cook together with Horror and gently pull his hand away when he’s tugging at his empty socket. You’ll sometimes stay awake together with Dust to help him get out of his mind, and even once he feels better, you’ll still hold him and stroke his skull to comfort him. Cross becomes dependent on you for emotional support, be it that he just wants you around, or he needs someone to talk to about his insecurities; he feels safe with you. Killer might not always make it clear that he appreciates that you often save him from ending up as a scatter of dust as the end of Nightmare’s sharpened tentacle, but whenever you gently use a handkerchief to wipe away the liquid hate dripping from his sockets, you’ll see that Killer can’t quite help but lean into the gentle touch.

They’re all mama’s boys, and they’ll kill anyone who even dares to lay a hand on you.

#nightmare appreciates the fact that the castle is at least a little more calm with you there #the boys want to be good so that they may receive head pats and their “mom's” appreciation and affection #Cross is definitely the biggest mama's boy #just a wholesome dysfunctional family #utmv #nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #cross sans #Nightmare: she's wife material i must marry her as soon as possible #Also Nightmare: gets cold feet every time he tries to propose #valacre writes

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valacre · 2 years

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The first time Error touched you wasn't during a planned touch exercise session, nor was it during a romantic moment; some of which you've had plenty of already.

No, the first time he touched you… was when you were bedridden with a horribly stubborn case of pneumonia. You hadn't been able to get out of bed on your own at one point, and your coughs had been so aggressive and filled with fluid, that it'd sounded as if you were constantly drowning.

Error had stayed by your side the whole time, refusing to leave you. He'd used his strings to lift you up and take you to the bathroom, and whilst he wasn't the best cook, he at least made some decently tasty sandwiches. You couldn't eat much anyway, but you appreciated the gesture.

It was on a certain evening where you'd been at your worst. Your face was stripped clean of colour, your breath was shallow and weak, and you hadn't been able to open your eyes; far too weak to even try.

You'd been drifting in and out of consciousness, when a certain… tingling sensation made itself known in your left hand. You barely managed to wiggle your fingers, and a light pressure was applied to them, making the tingling increase.

Your brows furrowed the slightest bit, and you forced yourself to become more aware of your surroundings. You quickly noticed a slight tremble coming from the left side of the mattress; near the edge. Trying to force your ears to function more properly, you soon heard… whimpers.

The tingling and the pressure in your hand increased.

"please… don't leave me. please…"

Error, you recognised his voice. He was… he was the one whimpering, and it also sounded as though he was crying, as well.

"i don't want to be alone again. please, please… live. i don't want to lose you."

You were… so weak, but digging through your soul for any remnants of willpower, you eventually found the energy to squeeze your hand a little. The tingling increased again, and you finally realized that both of Error's hands were clasped within and around your own.

He squeezed back.

"... r…"

Error lifted his skull and stared at you, shades of persian blue tears streaking down his cheeks.

"R… or…"

"i hear you," he answered, squeezing your hand once again, causing himself to glitch even more and sending tingles through your skin. "you…" He swallowed. "will you be okay?"

Your consciousness was failing as sleep threatened to catch you, but once again you forced yourself to not only squeeze his hand, but also manage a weak, yet soft smile.

Error didn't need more than that. He knew you were stubborn; determined to push through. You would recover, but he didn't let go of your hand.

He held it securely in both of his own until your eyes met with his once again the next morning.

#not my best work but i did write it rather quickly #inspired by me slowly becoming sick myself #yippee...#anyway #i thought this would be cute #hope you all enjoy #error sans #errortale #undertale au #utmv #valacre writes

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valacre · 1 year

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𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊, 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗, 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘.

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔰𝔱

☾ Hello, my name is Valacre, though you may also call me Vala. This tiny little corner of the internet is my own little nook of curiosities, hyper fixations, fascinations, and love for all things beautiful.

☾ In this pinned post you will see two beautiful illustrations. These are made by the kind and talented @abbyflowertale.

The artwork used as the sidebar image on my desktop blog is also illustrated by abby.

ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰

Fairyverse – On this blog you will find all information you need for the undertale universe created by me, and @lunnar-chan. Here, there be fairies.

#valacre writes

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valacre · 2 years

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Edge of Sleep

You stirred, something was digging into your skin, causing you enough discomfort to force sleep away from you.

"Mmh, wh.. huh?" You mumbled, turning your head.

Sharp skeletal fingers were digging into your upper arm, threatening to break your skin. You blinked the remaining sleep away from your eyes.

"Dusty?" You called, trying to wake the skeleton that was certainly having another nightmare. You didn't receive an answer, but the fingers tightened, and your skin prickled.

"Dusty, hey, wake up." You reached out and tried to pry his fingers away, but he held tight, and just then did you hear the feeble whimpers that came in streams from him.

He was sobbing.

"Sans? Sans, wake up!" You tried again, increasing the intensity of your voice.

His eyes snapped open. Time stilled as you stared at each other, the reds of his eyelights burning into yours. For a brief second it appeared as though he would attack you, but then his sockets relaxed, and he finally released your arm.

You turned around, and pulled him flush against your chest.

He made a small sound, but he quickly returned the embrace as he nuzzled close to you, hiding his face against your chest. A brief silence fell over the two of you.

Trailing your fingers slowly over his skull, you soon felt him calm down, the violent rattling of his bones fading as you encased him within a bubble of comfort and affection.

"It's okay. I'm never going to leave you."

He stiffened.

"You've told me before. This… this recurring dream where you… and I… well, I don't have to explain it." You leaned down to kiss his skull. His shoulders slackened, and he exhaled; slowly. "I'm not leaving you, Dusty. Neither voluntarily, or through death. I'm sorry to say it, but you're stuck with me."

A muffled puff of air made it clear that you've made him smile, at least for a little bit.

…

"Thank you," Dusty eventually mumbled, burying himself further in against you. "You don't have to stay with m-" You cut him off by pulling back, catching him off guard before leaning down to kiss his teeth. He startled… hesitated… but eventually you felt that telltale tickle against your lips, knowing that he channeled magic towards you in an attempt to return the kiss.

You leant back only once he'd fully melted against you, that stoic rigidness to him disappearing as he began to slowly drift into blissful comfort.

“Don’t talk nonsense, silly,” you whispered against his teeth, smiling softly as he looked back at you, his cheeks flushed with colour.

Giving you another kiss, he eventually returned to hiding against your chest, trying his best to shield his glowing face. You merely chuckled at the shy action and went to comfortably cuddle him again. In just a few more minutes, he soon fell back into a heavy slumber, and you were relieved to see that he appeared to sleep peacefully this time.

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Belated Happy Birthday, @undertale-writing-times! I hope your big day was full of lovely pleasantries, fond wishes, delicious food, and good humour!

I hope this short little ficlet with Dusty makes you smile, and I cross my fingers that good fortune comes your way! ♡

#I'm having slight writers block so it might not be top quality #but hopefully you'll find it pleasant enough #slight angst with a good ending #the best in my opinion #undertale au #dusttale #dust sans #murder sans #utmv #undertale-writing-times #valacre writes

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valacre · 2 years

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𝔅𝔢𝔶𝔬𝔫𝔡 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔢 𝔒𝔣 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫

You remembered the day you saw him, the way your heart had stopped and how your breath halted within your chest. An unmistakable sight that had been so beautiful, tears had sprung to your eyes as you’d stared; mesmerized.

Nightmare, self proclaimed King over the multiverse, was the most divine, exquisite, and terribly formidable being you had ever seen. The raw beauty of him as he’d pinned you to the ground with just a mere glance in your general direction.

The moonlight framed him, icy, and cold light illuminating his blackened form and casting a seraphic glow; making him truly appear as the God he claimed to be. Tentacles curled and swung in lazy, bored gestures, displaying a clear sense of calm and authority. And that one, piercing eyelight which reflected the chill of the moon, held you in its grasp.

He spoke to you in a voice so clear, so ethereally saccharine and deep, it reverberated through you and made your knees buckle, and yet you did not fall… until he smiled, and all sense of life and willpower escaped you as the ground met with your back.

You’d give your soul to him. You’d do everything just for another minute to admire him; to take him in and burn his visage into your memory.

You’d gladly give up all of heaven, just for another chance to have him in your tiny, human existence.

♡+｡.｡+♡+｡.｡+♡

Thank you for inspiring me with your latest Nightmare post, @abbyflowertale. My brain has succumbed to the divine vision of Nightmare appearing as a deity like creature, otherworldly beautiful, and terribly dangerous.

#valacre writes #nightmare sans #dreamtale #undertale au #utmv

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valacre · 2 years

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another question if you don’t mind, how long have you been writing for? C:

How long, indeed...

I suppose 2008 was when I started roleplaying with a friend of mine, both in writing and acting. We'd write for hours on end; I still haven't beat the record of 12 hours with continous roleplay, yet.

Around 2010-2011 we began drifting apart, and I stopped writing for a while.

2013 is when I was invited into this incredibly weird [affectionate] friend group of three, and whilst all of them became my friends, one of them definitely connected with me more than the others.

We started roleplaying quite a bit. We made characters, experimented with ideas and prompts, etc... We would roleplay and exchange different ideas almost every day, sometimes writing just a few sentences, others whole pages of info and dialogue (I often got quite engaged and eager). We kept at it for over seven years...

... seven years of nearly writing every single day.

It took time to improve my English and general writing skills, as I actually struggle with concentration when it comes to both reading and writing (suspicious of adhd).

I eventually started losing contact with this friend, too, since she moved away, and I met a huge wall when it came to my mental health (for unrelated reasons). So, near the end of 2019, I stopped writing completely.

It wasn't until I was neck deep into the undertale fandom that I rekindled that urge to write again. October of 2021 was when I fully sat down to learn about the different au's (damn what a rabbit hole of confusion that was in the beginning), and February of 2022 was the month I dared to sit down to not only write again, but to publish my first story on the Internet: It doesn't have to mean anything, with Lust sans.

After that I started writing as often as I could. I felt inspired again, full of ideas, full of passion and a new joy for creating stories. I suppose it was the massive depressive period that kept from writing in general, but now that I've crawled out of the hole I dug for myself, I can confidently say that I've been doing my best to continuously better my writing!

I'm still not where I want to be. I have a lot of words I need to learn in order to widen my vocabulary, but I'm slowly but steadily getting there!

So, in short: I've been writing for about 12 years, I think.

#I didn't take writing seriously until that second friend came into the picture #she definitely helped a lot in making my passion grow #sometimes I felt sorry for the info dumps I gave her...#so many words... and pages... like damn #valacre writes #rurizzz

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yuckydraws · 1 year

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Your fairy artwork inspired me a little, so I wrote you something short. I hope you'll like it! ♡

He was back again, that strange skeleton monster with a grotesque head wound and bulging, red eye light. You peeked over the thick branch of the tree, watching him as he laid out a neatly arranged bouquet of flowers. He’d tied them together with a dark, green stalk this time, obviously taking notice on how you’d left the previous one near untouched, except from the rubbed band which had tied the flowers together. He seems to have understood that you’d been upset by it, or, at least cautious of the weird thing.

He lifted his head as he stood up, briefly catching your eyes before you ducked down to hide. You heard him sigh, softly. He didn’t sound disappointed that you’d hidden, but more content of being able to see you.

You only dared to look out again once you heard his footsteps fade, and it was only until he’d gone out of sight that you flew down towards the bouquet, picked it up, and then hurried back up into the tree. You settled on a branch and began to examine them closely. Different shades of pinks, purples, and blues were the flowers in your arms, and they smelled so absolutely divine, so fresh and rich, that you couldn’t help but hold them close as you buried your face into them.

That strange skeleton still made you nervous, but you had to admit, he knew how to impress a fairy, though giving gifts certainly wasn’t the wisest choice he could have done. But then again...

You smiled to yourself. For a somewhat scary looking monster, he seemed rather sweet. You hoped he’d come back tomorrow.

KENSKSJSAKA HELLO???? THIS IS SO SWEET OML I LOVE IT SO MUCH THANK YOU!!!! You really spoil me, Em 🥺😭💞🫂

Oml I am full of self indulgent thoughts of Bear and my lil fairy insert now and it’s so comforting and soft and fkdjsksjskkaka - pls you wrote this so well!! The timid, yet thoughtful offerings from Bear and the way he’s so so patient, and content just seeing a little peek of her 🥺🥺 and the way she’s so curious, yet committed to staying hidden is adorable.

AHHHHH THANK YOU AGAIN I AM FULL OF DRAWING IDEAS AND THIS WAS SO NICE AND SUCH A BOOST TODAY 🫂🫂🫂🫂

#I am a sucker for the ‘big scary looking monster falls in love with pretty lil lady (who is the actual scary one 💀💀)’ trope #oml I miss you em and I hope you’re doing well!! this was so sweet and thank you again like. I needed a lil boost like this and I really-#-appreciate you #your writing is so soft and poetic and has such a comforting feel to it #GAH GET OVER HERE FOR A HUG (unless hugs aren’t okay)#okay okay okay I’ll shut up now sksjsjjajjak lookit me blabbing on #valacre #mutuals #yucky yaks #yucky answers #mutuals writing 💞#undertale #horrortale #ht sans #Bear #sofmt Bear #fairy self insert

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yuckydraws · 2 years

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May I ask for A, K, L, P and Z with Wine, Mal, Red and Blue?

Blue:

A - affection, how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more private?

He’s really affectionate! He’ll pat, hug, kiss, and nuzzle his S/O all the time. He doesn’t mind PDA, so as long as his partner is alright with it, he’s good with whatever.

K - kisses, what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?

He’s a confident, yet very loving kisser.

L - love, how do they act when they have a crush?

He gets a little more clingy, however, unless there’s a reason not to, Blue is the kind of guy who will let you know that he likes you very soon after he realizes it himself.

P - parent, what kind of parent would they be?

He’d be a patient, present, supportive, and fun parent.

Z - zzzz, how heavy of a sleeper are they? Sleeping habits? What kind of mood do they wake up in?

He’s a heavy sleeper! He strives for 8 hours each night but if it doesn’t happen for whatever reason that’s okay with him. He wakes up bright and early, ready for the day! He likes to go for morning jogs/runs with Papyrus.

Red:

A - affection, how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more private?

He’s so affectionate it’s not even funny. If you’d allow it, he’d be on you 24/7. He’s always got an arm around your shoulder or a hand on your hip, and he likes to give you shoulder and cheek kisses. He likes to play fight too. He doesn’t mind PDA, but he’s not gonna be comfortable being all super soft with you in public. That’s just between you and him.

K - kisses, what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?

He’s a surprisingly loving kisser. If you’re his S/O, he’ll pour all his feelings for you into his kisses.

L - love, how do they act when they have a crush?

He avoids and distances himself, and will start to get more flustered around you. He could also give off mixed signals because when you are around him, he’s touchy and calls you “sweetheart”. It’s not what he’s trying to do, but it may come off that way.

P - parent, what kind of parent would they be?

He’s rough around the edges and wouldn’t be a traditional parent, but his kid would always have his support and love.

Z - zzzz, how heavy of a sleeper are they? Sleeping habits? What kind of mood do they wake up in?

He has trouble sleeping, so when he does, he tends to crash and when he’s like this he can fall asleep anywhere and he crashes hard. He has nightmares too so his rest is rarely peaceful. If he’s not awoken by a nightmare in fear, he usually wakes up grumpy and grumbly. He always has dark circles under his sockets.

Wine:

A - affection, how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more private?

He’s affectionate to his partner, but not so much friends - he isn’t really a touchy person. He likes to kiss/nuzzle your knuckles and cheeks. He also likes to hug you from behind and press kisses to your shoulder or neck. He also loves to give you massages. He’ll kiss your knuckles and cheeks and link arms with you in public but that’s about it, the rest of his affection is shown to you in private.

K - kisses, what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?

He’s passionate and sensual, and he pays close attention to what you particularly like.

L - love, how do they act when they have a crush?

He’s very obvious. He’ll be more touchy, openly flirt with you, and while he does like a good game of cat and mouse - he’s also the type to confess confidently when the time comes.

P - parent, what kind of parent would they be?

Definitely the kind you could never get anything past, and maybe a little strict, but very loving, emotionally available and communicative.

Z - zzzz, how heavy of a sleeper are they? Sleeping habits? What kind of mood do they wake up in?

He’s a light sleeper, and haha… you do not want to be the person that wakes him up. He’s very grumpy when he first wakes up. He doesn’t sleep nearly as often as he should and he’s a workaholic so he could really use more sleep than he gets.

Mal:

A - affection, how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more private?

He’s relatively affectionate. He likes to brush your hair back, and press kisses to your forehead or temple. He’ll wrap his arm around you, hold hands, link arms or pinkies, and he likes to have you lay your head in his lap. He’s also the kind of guy who might pull you away for a heated make out session if the tension is just so. He doesn’t care about PDA, so that’s more up to his partner and their comfort levels.

K - kisses, what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?

At first he’ll be tentative, but the more y’all settle in with each other, the more passionate his kisses will be.

L - love, how do they act when they have a crush?

He gets more protective and soft. He’s still got that sarcastic air about him, but you will genuinely see a different side of him when he’s falling for you.

P - parent, what kind of parent would they be?

So supportive. Sure, his kid will get that sarcastic side of him too but it’s all out of love.

Z - zzzz, how heavy of a sleeper are they? Sleeping habits? What kind of mood do they wake up in?

He’s an extremely light sleeper. He strives for at least 6-8 hours a night, and he’s a morning person - though it may not seem like it with his snarkiness.

#valacre #mutuals #yucky answers #yucky writes #yucky yaks #undertale #headcannons #Underswap #us sans #blue #underfell #uf sans #red #fellswap gold #fsg sans #wine #swapfell #sf sans #Mal

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