GUAHHHHJG/pos

I apologize for my previous post, I was possessed or something

RAAAAUGGHHHH I LOVE WHEN I SEE YOUR DRAWINGS. THEY'RE SO COOL AND I LIKE HOW YOU DREW DUST I HOPE YOU HAD FUN AND STUFF DRAWING THE TWO :-)))

Btw I'm writing that Killer x Siren content pls let me know if you want something in particular from it because so far it's pirate Killer being saved by Siren reader :-))

@skeleton-mischief so this took me longer then expected and I haven’t even drawn more then two characters

dust sans actually has some design

Sans is just sans.

… I have drawn dust more then some of my OCs (that sound kinda bad when out of context)

dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale

Fallen Down into Deaths Embrace.

Okay,,,,so I finally cracked and threw in my towel by writing a Reaper Sans x reader fic for the first time. For context, reader isn't a normal person and is in a place similar to the void, which explains some things within the snippet of a writing I've been dabbling in. Anything written in () btw is for you to understand what's being said.

CW: light descriptions of vomiting, injury, blood, and of the sorts. It's not super descriptive, but I still wanted to plant it here. Stay safe loves

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Beyond the blistering anguish, you realized something. Maybe it was the smell of scorched cloth and bones, or the rough earth beneath your crumpled body hurting your delicate skin. But, it finally dawned on you at that moment that you were truly and utterly alone. 

Where did everything go wrong? 

This new sensation felt foreign to you, it felt…unwelcoming. How could this have happened to you? It seemed like your chest would burst, your tongue heavy as vomit tickled the back of your throat. You didn’t think that your very bones would make you tremble, the feeling of being hot and cold all at once disorienting.

It felt overwhelming and nauseating to even think, let alone understand everything that happened to you. It felt like even the smallest twitch from your muscles would send you wanting to sob again. That the smallest of movements would lead you into excruciating pain. But, you had nothing to give, not anymore. Your throat felt raw and scratched, struggling to inhale the ash infecting your skin as you helplessly submitted to a coughing fit.

Saliva dribbled down your chin as your body curled in as much as it could. Your environment did not show you any mercy as you clawed at your sides. You screwed your eyes shut, ash fluttering near your eyelashes as you fought against it from nestling itself in your eyes. This sucked. 

Why did you do it? It felt like those rings around the back of your head mocked you, your skull ringing. This sight before you, as blurred as it was, was wrong. It was wrong, it was wrong, it was wrong. Your body doesn’t look like this. Not this pathetic sight, no. But you didn’t even need to open your eyes to know. 

You could already picture the way you wanted to ruin the ones that caused your disheveled state, as shameful as it was. This brought a laugh out of you, but not a pleasant one. It died quickly as you regretted it, coughing once again as you swore that blood was now on your hand.

Would those Gods laugh at you now? Would the sight of you bring a good chuckle or hysterical fit with them? Or a pity party since they ruined your life. Maybe that was all you were good for now. You were no longer worth much of anything, anymore. A forgotten memory now. 

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off, however, by the screams clawing past that ringing and now finally echoing behind your eyes as you internally screamed. Oh, yes, that's right. There weren't the only ones you loved around to help you now. What embraced you instead was the dented crater your body made and the scent of burnt vomit stimulating your senses. 

It was once so bright, where did that warmth and light go? You already knew the answer, your bloody and dusted clothes feeling so tattered beneath the cracks of your fingers. You didn’t have the pleasure of knowing what would happen to you for everything that happened. So when it eventually crashed in your face, you felt bitter and regretful. You were too blinded by rage, and your temper got the better of you.

Well, that sure helped you in the long run, didn’t it? 

Your temper sure wasn’t helping your flooded migraine either. If you thought any longer it felt like you would combust. If only you could do something about it. If only you weren’t stuck here, punished for the sins you’ve committed. If only you were given a swift erase. The sense of dread built inside of you only worsened as the waves of hatred and wrath overwhelmed you.

You would have mistaken them as your own, but you knew that your rage wasn’t the same as this. Or it shouldn't be, at least. You knew better, the urge to sob from everything being too much since you knew that this anger was in fact only yours. If being stuck in this black emptiness was what you were going to endure now, you shifted your thoughts to focus on that fact. Would the loneliness torment you, or your grief?

You felt…determined to not let what happened to you occur again. Not like you would have the chance to, anyways, as you were stuck down here. You couldn’t even do much down here, let alone understand what would happen to you. 

Nothing can protect you down here now, except for yourself. Lord only knows if you’ll have the chance to build your strength back up, though. It was impossible to know, maybe you’d endure the worst of the worst before disintegrating into nothing.

As if your mind was reeled in by a fish hook, the smell of…something sweet invites itself into your senses. It was a strong contrast to your environment, and it only made you feel dizzier as you struggled to look up. Whatever it was, you tried not to curse under your breath.

Your body stiffened, gagging slightly as you winced from the attempt to move. Managing a shuddering breath, you squeezed your eyes shut. You could already guess that you would be face to face with something like this inevitably, but you didn’t think that it would be so soon. If you had some strength to you, at least you would’ve had a chance to fight.

How cruel the Gods were, to not even spare you peace of mind. You heard the sound of light steps hitting gravel as they approached, the smell only becoming stronger the closer they neared. At least this seemed to overwhelm your pain, if only the slightest. If this soul had even the most minor sense of mercy, maybe you could go painlessly. 

Something seemed to graze against your cheek, cold yet smooth like porcelain. 

Was that... You felt the thumb of their hand rub your cheek hesitantly as if testing your reaction. You only winced in response, your eyes forcing themselves to stay shut. Almost tenderly, another hand scooped to the other side of your face as they lifted your head. 

You attempted to open your eyes finally, your breath quickening. They soon widened, however, as you stared at the figure before you. He was beautifully terrifying, that was the only way you could describe him. With wide sockets and gentle eyelights that felt so comforting in this horrid place, it was hard to look away. It was funny really, seeing as he looked just like a skeleton. You should've questioned your descriptions, if you could even place why his gaze felt so comforting in the first place.

His sockets were pronounced with a light blue eyeliner, eyelights a very faint white of a creamy pearl. There was silver jewelry on his phalanges as they clinked together,  Even if you could hardly make out anything about his outfit, you could see the fine clothing fitting his frame perfectly of black robes and silk. Yet, you found yourself struggling to find the finer details as his gloved hands moved your head to look at him.

Even if he was crouched down before you, now taking in your state, it was obvious he was much taller when standing. Almost inhumanly tall, though that wasn’t saying much. You already knew where you were, but this didn't ease the ball of fear still dwelling inside your chest. His eyes were studying you, silent. You didn't care though not when your eyes locked with what was behind him. Wings, so soft and white, a harsh contrast. There had to at least be six of them, folded only partially before they stretched out wide around you.

You could hardly muster a word before your body betrayed you, your body buffering as it once more released another coughing hazard in his direction. He stiffened, if only slightly as he tilted his head up to avoid spit hitting his face. He set you back down, sliding you back on the ground with minor struggle as he pulled away. "....u're…ot…supposed…be…ere…re you?” (You're not supposed to be here, are you?)

Tears stung your eyes and you only slightly felt confused as he started unclipping part of his robes. His movements were languid, yet precise as he finally released a soft sigh at the extra layer of clothing no longer restricting his movements. He seemed to be muttering something, but you were too disoriented to understand him. 

His shoulders slacked as you felt a weight press into you. His coat instantly looked dirtier, blood and dirt tainting it as you took fistfuls of the coat close. It instantly brought a sense of comfort, and you pulled it closer to you without much thought. You instantly were enveloped with the smell of rain and something akin to fresh earth.

He seemed content with himself as he started tucking the coat around you. You didn’t like to admit it, but now that you felt less exposed with the coat over you, you didn’t seem to pay much attention to what he was doing. You could only do so much as your face buried itself in the softness and warmth of the polyester under your cracked fingers.

You tried to make out what he was muttering, but he seemed to have stopped as you suddenly felt something firm wrap securely around your body. You could hardly struggle, let alone understand that he was now lifting you into his arms. 

He softly hushed your croaks of complaint, your vision slowly growing fuzzy around the edges of your sight. There seemed to now be gentleness in his eyes as he pressed you closer to his chest. One arm was wrapped underneath you, the other looped over as his hand rested on your shoulder as he started to stand. 

Almost immediately, your hands moved forward as you pathetically tried to move away from him. Even as he held you, your hand moved to his chest and pushed as you bit down on your tongue. It was pointless, though. He hardly budged, only squeezing you closer to him as his voice reached your ears. He looked at you almost sympathetically, but he stood either way. 

“Shh….ts…ay….keep-...afe,” (Shh, it's okay, I'll keep you safe.)

Now that he was standing, he swiftly moved the coat over you and started to move forward. It was a strange feeling, his tall stature almost alarming as your eyes looked down. He had to be at least 7-8 feet tall, and his body seemed to float as he moved quickly as he kept speaking. Something something something or whatever, it wasn't your top priority at the moment though.

You had given up fighting, your body going limp as you tried to hold onto whatever you had left of your consciousness. He felt warm pressed against you, one arm moving over you comfortingly as he rubbed your body. It wasn't in any way doing much for you nonetheless, only feeling numb from the previous pain inflicted on you. After trying to grab at the slipping thoughts in your mind, you tried your best to speak. 

Well, as best as you could anyway. The ringing in your ears refused to leave you alone as you barely felt your throat speak. You must have said something because he immediately looked down, tilting his head slightly. He faltered, if only for a moment before he stopped walking altogether. You must have spoken loudly enough though, which was something.

“...oul…ctured…ease….eep,” (your soul looks fractured, please get some sleep) It hurt, it really did. You were gasping to regain your breath, though it feels like every breath you took set your ribs on fire. Your mind was going blank, so you blink again, hearing other noises but not currently making sense of any of them. You wince a little as he speaks again. It feels uncomfortable and weird in his hold, but you're really in no condition nor do you have the will to fight it. 

Stars above, you're really tired. 

The fuzziness in your vision grew as your eyes fluttered shut. He did feel…nice, comforting to some extent. You had sunken more into the coat wrapped around you and felt lightheaded as you could hear your raspy breath over the faint sounds of what seemed to be a soft hush that mimicked actual speaking. And finally, you let your body succumb to sleep. What else could you do, anyway?

You poor thing, but don't fret. Reaper will make sure to take care of you, little dove.

Im back just to say that I'm losing my shit and that I'm on the brink. Maybe I'll feel better if I touch some skeleton co-

I just narrowed it down to these brothers, especially because I'm a self indulgent dork. Thank you for your time and please note this is for my roommate au even if it's a stereotypical trope at this rate in the fandom

Oh no guys, I got held at gunpoint again. Underswap Sans held a Nerf gun at me and told me to post my headcanons oh nooooo

AWEEEOmgomg loved that heheheheh

☀️ anon

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

You drew,,,drew the cat,,, you're soooOOOOOOO-....

(i showed it off to my friends and partner, you're so cool and awesome omg thwnk youb)

UHIOUASSFHUIEWHDIO killer sans. Please.

I didn't know what exactly to put, but I brewed something up as some x reader! If you want some more Killer don't be afraid to ask for specifics! Thank you for being my mutual and for reblogging me for stuff, you're so cool. I hope you like the gift, I haven't written something about Killer before! Enjo

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“What's the matter, doll? Do you not like it?”

He was cruel, or at least was supposed to be.

You felt his hand pressing against the small of your back as he pressed his cheek against your shoulder. You said nothing, your eyes dragging away to meet his sockets. You could see the faint white outline of what was his eyelight flickering, faltering.

You didn't have time to say anything as you were pulled off your feet, resting limp in his arms as he pulled you onto his lap. His phalanges traced around your tummy, rubbing them sweetly as he tilted his head with a wavering smile. You could tell that he was nervous.

What was in your hands was a stuffed animal, small and soft. A gift, he said, that reminded him of you. You felt your eyes water slightly as your fingers pressed into the cats cheeks, your lips parting. When was the last time you have been given a gift?

“Woah, hey, are you crying?” Killer's voice dragged your attention back to him as you looked at him. You could see the smears of black on his cheekbones seem faded as he must've wiped it away to keep the cat plush clean for you. He pulled out some tissues, something he always kept, and he handed it to you.

“I didn't think you'd cry! Did I do something wrong, doll?” “No,” your voice was shaky as you accepted the tissue, only barely using it before you promptly pressed your face against his chest. You could feel the way his bones stuttered beneath the weight momentarily, caught off guard.

“I-I really like it, thank you,” Your voice wavered as you pulled the stuffed animal to your chest, clinging onto it as you tried your best to hide your embarrassment. You didn't see his expression since you were hiding your own, but you felt his hands slowly wrapping around you as you felt the tension in his bones ebb away.

You heard the chuckle he let out as he nuzzled his face into your hair and felt the small spark of magic he must've used to kiss the top of your head. One of his hands trailed up to cup your cheek, squishing the warm flesh as he coaxed you to look up at him. “Thank the stars that you do, I would've had to kiss you better if you didn't,”

You snorted slightly, feeling him lean forward as he peppered your cheeks with small kisses. You felt that your face was dipped in warmth, flush as your teary eyes remained. “Then why are you kissing me now?” “Because I still plan to kiss you, is all,” He cooed mischievously, a smirk forming.

You wanted to throw a retort back at him, to joke about how he must really like kissing you to make so many excuses. However, you felt your eyes widen when he pressed a tender kiss against the softness of your lips. It wasn't his usual type of kiss, something so tender was reserved for a skeleton like him. You softened the same way he did as he pulled away, his thumb rubbing under your eyes as he wiped away a stray tear.

“You're evil,” “Guilty as charged,”

You couldn't tell that he was more nervous than he let on, even if the signs were subtly there. He was afraid you wouldn't like the gift, but seeing you get emotional just opened his mind to more possibilities. You're too sweet for him, he wants to just spoil you until you're just as rotten as he is. Instead, he said nothing about his plans, and he remained content with being able to just hold you as he felt your weight shifting to rely on him.

He liked when you relied on him.

Magic Weapons

I like to think some skeletons have weapons of their own, so wouldn't it be fun to explore why?

I'm trying to think of weapons for some of the skeletons because the idea that they have certain weapons for fighting feels cool to me. I think some have them for their own reasons while others would prefer to keep to their normal magic attacks for their own reasons. Below, I'll explore and even have some reasons as to why they have it!

Vanilla: Normal magic bone attacks. He has no reason to summon his own weapons

Cyperus: Normal magic bone attacks. I think that if he had to have a weapon, though, it would be a sword. It requires precision, control, and more up close combat. All of these fit his character because he shows to have a very strong restriction on his magic to prevent his opponent from dying. Not only does it fit into his heroic standpoint, but it also shows that he is willing to get close to his opponent. Here, it's physical, but it can also be metaphorical. After all, he showed that he was willing to do so with Frisk, someone he knew was dangerous

Red: Nothing, because like Vanilla he has no need to summon his own weapon. He thinks it's pointless for himself, he's strong enough without a weapon.

Pitch: Pitch would have a sword that turns into almost a pointed edged whip, showing how when it's a blade, it shows how he's precise and has clarity with his actions when he decides to get the job done. However, the fact that it's a whip at times can also show how he's afraid of actual, personal emotions and tries to lash out. He wants to avoid that. It lashes out just like his own anger, the points of the whip even being able to detach as projectiles to prove how his anger can get out of his control and how it harms others

Powder: If Powder had a weapon he seems like the type to have a hammer that changes size with his level of magic or mental state. He's a character that wants to create, build others up, like a hammer. A hammer is not originally meant to harm, but rather put things together and create something to be better. He wants to be close with Stretch and yet feels distant, so he tries to build their relationship up bit by bit. He had to learn how to use how he works with others to his advantage, showing the strength of how he can build others up while also progressing in the same way. He's able to use that strength to protect others, which is his job as a royal guard and his job as an older brother. But the bigger it gets, the more he weaponizes that even if it's involuntary. It's something that once was useful but is something he can use as a weapon to cause bigger hits emotionally and physically with a greater impact. The bigger it gets, the more overwhelmed he gets, showing how he has the weight and responsibility to care for others being a serious and yet draining task. It also shows how he puts his image of being put together above himself as well, as a hammer is a representation of how he's built his way up to where he is now- a positive example for the guard and a brother who knows what he's doing

Stretch: no need for a weapon, oh no. Not only is he a Sans personality and therefore has his own reasons, but he's softer than them as well. He's a softer Papyrus, and so weapons aren't what he's after

Saint: Saint would have a thigh bone or use something like a meat cleaver for his other activities. I feel that for Saint, it's an extension of how he's weaponized trauma of starvation and violent betrayal. He has something that he already had and worked with what he had, which was a large item that works like a club. It bashes usually things that are in his way, like how he was bashed when he was in the way of Undyne and Alphys but ended up surviving. He has to get up close and personal, something he struggles with emotionally but not otherwise. He would have to put his defenses down first

Lunar: He doesn't have the magic to create anything, but he is absolutely good at using just his normal magic bones, he also uses his physical strength to fight since he's the strongest Papyrus physically.

Carmine: Carmine would have a spear of sorts because he keeps those at a distance while also simultaneously hurting them. He has to be precise in everything he does, from the way he fights to the way he interacts with others. Staffs usually show power and grace, and that's how he's perceived and yet with the blade at the end it shows how he truly is despite the delicacy that comes with the details of the staff. He has a sleek weapon because he has always deliberately *chosen* to have distant relationships with others, mainly Rus. He fits within the Queens standard as well before even being in the Royal guard, a distinction between Razz and him because he's just able to stay the same and is only encouraged to stay the same. Razz had unsteady weapons because it wasn't as bad as before being in the Royal Guard, only to be remade with what he already has into something more intense. Carmine remains the same and doesn't change at all- remaining stale as he was already distant from Rus and never got to be viewed as someone who changed since he avoids that vulnerability even with Rus.

Rus: Please, he's strong enough as it is with his physical body and his magic attacks. He has no need, and he lacks a desire to make his own weapon. The world as it is, the entire underground, is violent and cruel. He sees this, and chooses not to participate in it

Razz: Maybe Razz would have large, bulky hammer-like gloves that work as his fists. I feel that he can't exactly cause direct harm to his opponent without being all up close and personal. He has to get personal, and it shows how he's willing to go straight into the head of battle rather than keeping a distance and attacking from afar. He's a controlling character who fears a loss of control, and his weapon shows how he sometimes brutes his way into things without taking a step back and stopping to think. It shows who he really is, since he ends up just harming those he tries to force a connection with. He ends up just harming his relationship with Cash, his brother, for example because of his controlling, anxious behavior. I want to note that Razz originally has those weapons that are more messy and clunky at first before he is in the royal guard- which changes to be more sleek in design to show how he has changed only in appearance as a guard but still harms with the same weapon. (A way to show how he's also afraid of change- which is why he keeps the same weapon.) It shows how he damaged others before he even was a guard, just in a less professional way until he's accepted by the Queen who makes him more precise and clean in appearance and yet only worsens the damage he causes as they also grow in size at the same time.

Cash: No magical weapon is needed from him as he avoids fighting anyways. He may not be physically that strong, especially because his magic is sick, but he has his ways. Normal magic attacks with their erratic behavior can flow well enough for his survival. He also has no need to destroy anything when he does it well enough. No need to be personal when you avoid fighting in general

Coffee: I think Coffee just doesn't quite use what he has been taught by using rifles simply because he wants to see the bigger picture and is willing to sacrifice what he's been taught in order to help, learn, and be able to break the system in a subtle way. He's strong enough without it, and he doesn't need violence to get his point across.

Wine: Wine seems like he'd have rifles since he's a sharp shooter. He's precise and direct, just like his weapon- but it can show that he's so focused on the small details that he can't see the bigger picture at times. While his brother would be raised with that ability, he changes what he's been taught to fit who he is instead. Wine teaching Coffee how to be a precise sharpshooter can also be a way he hands down his almost blind perception of the state of the underground- kinda like how a scope would abstract you from your surroundings.

Ace and Bullet: they both would choose a smaller weapon like a simple pistol because it's small and yet deadly. They have a very playful and almost disarming type of personality but they can still cause damage despite this. As bosses they need to look at the bigger picture with clarity, pistols still needing to be aimed correctly but having the capacity to see everything before the shooter. They have chosen to specifically choose to be flashy in appearance but be more subtle with their violence by making it a small weapon of choice. They have other weapons to work with like crowbars, but their go to will always be a weapon they can grab quickly- like how they have to be ready for anything to strike them but wanting to be the one to strike first.

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Reaper: Reaper would have chain scythes specifically in my opinion too because he's a more violent, precise character. The chains can resemble how he reaches out and harms others upon impact as he pulls them closer. Scythes are Death's weapon, and I feel that the reason they curve is not just for a more efficient kill, but it almost pulls someone in closer as an intimate act of vulnerability. Maybe they can shift to almost small scythes on a loop that's attached to his hip always and they possibly remain small when he needs a more subtle strike. When he does strike? It's with the chained scythes that just grow in size from their original state.

Crow: I think his brother would have a lantern as his "weapon" or at least item of choice. He's meant to be a peaceful death, so a lantern to work as a guide through the darkness of the afterlife would be a neat concept to think about with his characterization. He's clear headed, precise, and a figure of guidance through a peaceful transition of change. He doesn't harm others like Reaper does, remaining as a guide rather than someone that aims to be a vulnerable act of violence. He's not vengeful or ruthless, and he's never had to be as someone who guides peaceful souls to the afterlife

Killer: Killer seems to really like knives. I feel that if used correctly, it can also show his like- character. I feel that he collects knives outside his timeline but the main knife he uses is the one that originally was meant for the player, or technically Chara's knife. It's a neat way of him weaponizing his trauma while also showing betrayal of him wielding it despite it being a source of his suffering. The knife represents the LV that humans have, and he uses that to weaponize what was once used against him to harm others or to end what he considered the suffering of those underground. It shows how he strikes from behind, an unexpected move with his erratic behavior. He's up close, personal with his weapon. The way Cupid uses his weapon to be an intimate act of violence is similar to Killer- except Killer uses the knives he has as a way to call back to what his suffering was caused by and sees that intimacy as a way to almost get back at his trauma

Dream: Dream has a bow and arrow, something that I also think would have the ability to turn into a harp. He is precise, focused, and has to take initiative while still being detached from the fight- like how he's truly detached from his brother and can't get up close and personal. What's different with his distance from him is that the arrows in Dream's bow flies out, free of his control and yet charged with direction. He has to know exactly what he wants and trust in the arrow like how he trusted fate when he first became the Guardian and eventually God of Positivity. The harp just shows the delicacy, peace, and calm of his soul. The idea that he'd only transform his bow to its canonical staff would be to deter hits, when he does have to be up close and personal with his brother when they fight. He doesn't want to outright just want to swing and be erratic, using his staff to stop getting harmed by keeping distance between the blades and himself

Nightmare: I feel that Nightmare would have Khopesh blades since they're considered twin weapons. They're up close, personal, and the fact that they're twin weapons mimics how he's weaponized and grown to use the trauma of his past to harm others. He is balanced out with Dream by using these weapons as he's not afraid to lash out and harm who he deems as too close. He knows that his negativity can physically harm Dream, just as Dream can harm him, so both almost have this silent acceptance to use weapons over using other attributes. Neither wants to kill the other, even if both can harm each other, but that comes with the risk of being vulnerable and letting each other close.

Closing Notes: i love weapons and I love symbolism that comes with it. I want it to actually fit with the characters without it just being a random decision (at least if it's not that kind of story where it's just a clusterfuck of fun and stuff) thank you for reading and please share what you think :-)

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

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