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Lunar Serrif Playlist

I've made playlists of all sorts of AU's, but I find that I feel that Horrortale Papyrus deserves something softer and bittersweet for his music. Pls lmk if the artist doesn't like their art to be reposted or used btw. Enjoy(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Razz Serrif Playlist

RAAAHHH!! Razz to me is by far the most cunty of the berries, hope y'all like the playlist

(Lmk if the artist doesn't want their art here, enjoy(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

Thinking about Dust and how he would be so desperate to fix the Resets and force Frisk out only to realize that he can't reset after they tear their own apart due to their torture. In truth he literally just wants to stop the Human, but that doesn't mean he enjoys actually killing everyone. Those were the faces of his loved ones, it's why his hood is up- not to just "hide". They would recognize him, hood or not. I think it's out of shame, almost a disgusted act of trying to separate his face with what was once so loved instead of feared. He'd do so much trying to get them back, get his brother back. I think only if his soul fused with Papyrus' dust then maybe he wouldn't completely just off himself. He's so capable of doing it, but I think whether it was intentional or not, the part of Papyrus that stays is what kept him going even when isolated in the underground where he covered everything with dust. Just imagining him clawing at himself, destroying mirrors, his shaking hands as he sees the dust coat his gloves. He was taught to fight, but he wasn't taught to clean the remains of his desperation. When he's alone with no one but himself, small remains of Papyrus keeping him company, his sanity would just be worsened due to the eventual starvation he'd face. Slowly, he just becomes someone else who only knows that to stay alive he needs to attack before he can get hurt and be forced to dance once more. I don't think it's out of the question that depending on what timeline one follows, whether it's to the roommate one where a bunch of AUs are clustered in one timeline, or where he goes with the Bad Guy Sanses, he just doesn't want to be alone again and is okay with wherever he's placed

I swear he makes me normal, guys

Thinking about devious things with the skeletons. Thinking about how I'd do toe curling, gut wrenching, soul sucking things to them. Like holding their hand, wrapping them in cozy blankets.... Doing dirty and depraved things like making them feel loved and cared for....supporting their hopes and dreams....

Yeah, that's what I wanna do

Introductions with a Skeleton in a Suit and Tie

Thinking about a fanfic idea where it's the mob skeletons x reader and like like like one set is the one that the reader works for as a bartender and depending on which one they work for it influences the fanfic and stuff. Like, I imagine how whichever one the reader works for definitely would impact the skeletons as well and their perspective on them.

Let me just get this out. For one, I have more Mafia interpretations for other Sanses and Papyri but I'm going wild over the major three AU's Tale, Fell, and Swap. This is a rather simplified idea of what I think the first interactions would go for mob sans. I will work on the others a different time >:)

Bullet and Ace: Mafiatale Sans and Papyrus

Set in the 1920's, you were struggling to earn cash. Working in a shitty city, you dealt with a shitty boss in a shitty backrooms bar that shitty people went to. As time went on, you noticed that monsters would rarely visit, and you understood why. After all, you lived in an area where Humans and Monsters would conflict with one another due to terf wars. The bar, which of course was illegal to work at, allowed Monsters, but it was clear that not many welcomed them. It was common that customers would glare and other workers would be snippy or purposely make mistakes. Quite a few times, you would hear about what would happen when you weren't on shift. It wasn't something you particularly enjoyed, especially since you know that the other workers don't like you too much.

You had a strong opinion on how to treat others, and that was with respect until they disrespected you. You had a confrontational personality, and you weren't afraid to stand up to others because of it. It's not a common trait here in this infected city, where corruption would even destroy the most rational of mind. You have been threatened, jumped, and you have the scars to prove it. You hold this with pride though, even if you've almost died over it.

Don't get it wrong, you were a playful and overall kind Human, but you refused to deal with Humans talking shit about the Monsters here. They have dealt with enough, and if you can help it, you will make sure they can at least have a couple of drinks in peace. In fact, it was your impulsivity and strong sense of beliefs that got you where you are now. You don't regret it though, not one bit.

You have been working at the bar tonight since 10 'o clock. Nothing seemed too out of order today, except that you have been hearing about the whispers of suspicious rumors. Apparently, a new district has moved in, and has already made themselves comfortable in their territory. How this has happened is unknown, but it's quite an open secret for those that do know. You didn't have to guess too long that it was a Monster group, especially with how the folk along the streets have been cursing their names more so than usual.

Your hands went smoothly over the glass as you cleaned with a cloth, your fingers firm yet precise as you did so. Your eyes focused on the intricate details as the sounds of smooth jazz and small talk filled the corners of your mind. ...a Monster group, huh? A part of you wondered how long it would take for you to get fired over getting involved in a fight happening inside the very bar you worked at.

It was clear that something was wrong when you noticed the sudden drop in volume among the customers. You tilted your head up, your hands working subconsciously still to clean each glass properly as you scanned the room. The air held an air of electricity, however faint, and you wondered if it was the tension from your customers or if it was due to the monster walking through the entrance. A short, rather thick boned skeleton directly made his way towards you. He wore a crisp black suit that seemed to pair well with the porcelain appearance of his bone.

He was about 5'5, his shoulders rolled back with ease. If you weren't paying attention, he could've fooled anyone with the wide smile he wore. He moved with a languid, smooth confidence. To you, he looked harmless, but you knew better. There was a strange look in his eye, a curiosity that didn't feel right mixed in with the scent of cigars and pine. He sat directly across from you, nodding his head politely. "May I request an order?" "Of course, and what is it that you'd like to order?" "Hm...do you have Lucky Star on hand?"

Of course you did, rarely did a monster come here, so having a monster drink was a given despite the lack of needing it much. You always made sure it came in with the shipments, even if your other coworkers found it pointless. "Of course," you smiled, turning your back from him to get straight to work. You felt his eyelights staring at you as you did so, but it didn't feel piercing. Rather, it felt like he was looking at you with curiosity, even if it was intently. You didn't turn around though or comment, you've had to shrug off multiple customers doing the same damn thing.

You slid it across the counter and he swiftly caught it, raising his glass towards you with a smile and a slight nod. "Why thank you, do you take gold? I can scrounge up cash if need be," "Sorry sir, but we only take cash." "Not a problem," He was brief, and so you were in return. You watched him pull a small wallet, opening it and handing you a wad of cash. You swiftly dealt with it. "Will that be all, sir?" You asked, only to see a spark in his eyelight. You felt that he was waiting for you to say that.

"Actually," He took a swig of his glass, the beverage a light, translucent blue swirled with citrus and cherry. "I was wondering something, if you'll humor me?" He set his glass down and rested his jaw against the palm of his hand, tilting his head to the side. He didn't wait for an answer. "Do you know what types of jokes skeletons make?" This left you a little confused, raising your brow as you took a moment to process what he said. Huh?? "I-I'm...pardon?" "Well, don't keep me waiting, what kind?"

You had to think for a moment, but nothing came up. You shrugged your shoulders slightly and spoke. "I do not know sir, what kind?" "Humerus ones, of course." You took a moment to understand, and the side of your lip twitched before you tried to suppress your smile. "Excuse me?" "Though, bad ones go into the skele-bin." You found that your mouth smiled involuntarily, your features trying to remain composed. "What's the matter? Do humans not have a funny bone?" He just kept on going, didn't he? The twinkle in his eyes revealed enough, and as a small noise escaped you, his grin only widened.

"Tibia-honest, I thought you had one in you. But I guess you're like me, things just go right through you, huh?" Before you could stop yourself, a snort left your lips as you pressed a hand over your mouth. He leaned on the counter some more, his eye sockets scrunching up as if the bone worked differently than a Humans. "Was that a laugh? Oh I think it was, I can feel it in my bones. No-body here seems to understand me, but you do."

By now, you couldn't keep your composure, and he was eating it up. "S-Sir, please-" "What? Am I being a numb-skull? Forgive me if so, I'm just a little bonely," Oh no no no. You instantly let yourself speak, and you would say you regret it if that was true. "I'm not tired of this yet, sir, but your puns are bad to the bone," "Guilty as charged," He chuckled, a visible tension you didn't see before leaving him. You wonder if he was trying to ease the tension that so easily filled the bar in his presence, but it was working for him thankfully. "Please, I need to remain serious," "Why? I don't have the stomach to stop myself,"

Your own laughter filled your ears among the quiet jazz in the bar and you missed the way he looked at you. For a moment, if you were able to notice, you would have seen the joy and relief in his features, and maybe a small tint of blue. "Please?" "Okay okay, this might be getting a little bone dry if I don't stop. My name is Bullet, it's a pleasure to meet you." Bullet, what a name. Well, you figured that it was better than a name like Robert for a skeleton. Maybe Monsters had a different custom for names, you wouldn't question it. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you too, sir-" "Please, call me Bullet," "-Okay, Bullet. What's a skeleton like you doing around here, hm? Not like it's my business though." You inquired, before you noticed the slight shift in his posture.

"Ah, well, I just so happened to find this place while wandering around. I'm new to the area." He said with an averted gaze, his phalanges slightly fidgeting with his tie, which you just noticed was done incorrectly. He looked so at ease, which confused you when you could see the tension in his hands. You were more acute than the average Human, since it's kept you away from danger, so these things didn't pass you. His response was brief though, honest. "I suspected as much, you're...nicer than my usual," You joked, and his white eyelights flicker back to you. They had a pretty tint to them, ever faint, of a blue similar to the stone on his silver chained broach. Topaz, you suspected, which was a swiss blue. What a gem, those don't come cheap. It made you wonder what made a skeleton who could afford such a thing to come to this shit hole of a bar?

It seemed to do the trick for him to smoothly slide away from himself, and he grabbed that opportunity with a swift efficiency. "Oh? Please, do share what you mean." You brushed off the fact he subtly was uncomfortable about talking about himself. You were the same way for your personal life, so you wouldn't dare think of prying. Remaining decisively oblivious has gotten you far in life, after all. "Didn't you feel the clear emotion of friendship and joy of this bar on your way in?" You asked with exaggerated shock and sarcasm.

He snorted a laugh, before he raised a bonebrow(?) at you. "Okay okay, I get it. No need to be like that now," He relented, raising his palms up in mock defeat. "I'm just surprised you think of me kindly enough to comment on it," He confessed, before he grabbed his drink. He hasn't chugged down his drink, you noted. Usually, Monsters who felt unwelcomed in bars like this would make sure to take their glass and finish it off quickly. Instead, he kept that languid ease, relaxed as he took his time to savor each drink. You suddenly were struck with a thought. How could he drink when he's a skeleton? That felt invasive to ask though.

"Well, Bullet, folks around here aren't known for their manners. You've been a great customer, and it's a pleasure to serve you." You replied kindly, straightening up as you went back to cleaning glasses behind the counter. You kept yourself facing him however, to show your interest in socializing. "I hope that you know that I find you nicer than my usual as well, then," Bullet commented, his phalanges plucking a cherry from inside the glass before he popped it behind his permanent smile. "Kinder too, with excellent manners and excellent humor."

You barked out a laugh at that, but you believed him when he complimented you with sincerity. "Excellent humor? Your puns are awful," "But I got you to laugh, didn't I? I count that as a certified win!" He proudly exclaimed, placing his hand on the counter as he straightened and pointed your way while holding the glass. "Don't ignore what else I said though, too. You're an excellent bartender."

You haven't felt this comfortable with a customer in awhile. If you were to describe it in detail, you'd best describe it as if a warmth orbited the two of you. There, a lack of the outside world made things feel all the better. You leaned your arm against the counter, bent forward as you raised an eyebrow. "Well thank you, I try. I know this part of the city is harsher to folks like you. Please know that you're welcome here by me anytime,"

He seemed to appreciate that, with how his eyelights grew a little fuzzy around the edges and dilated ever so slightly. It felt natural to get along with the skeleton, even if it started a little strange. He tilted his head upwards, leaning closer. He didn't invade your space, but it was crystal clear to you that he could practically wrap his hand around your shoulder if he wanted to. His smile softened, and he kept his eyes locked onto your own. "You're truly a dear, I'll keep that in mind..." His voice softened to a smoother tone, as if he wanted to say something more. Alas, he didn't get the chance to.

His phalanges twitched suddenly, and your eyes broke from his as you glanced behind him. The rest of the bar seemed to be normal except for the few lingering glares of drunken idiots in the corner tables. They seemed to be growing silently more worked up, muttering amongst themselves as the sensations of malice were directed to both of your way. His eyes flickered towards their direction without turning his head, before he glanced back at you. His gaze lingered on your eyes, before he glanced down at your chest and then slowly to your hands. He extended his hand forward, careful as he offered it to you.

You accepted it of course, and you knew what he was going to say before he spoke. "For now, though, I think I've started to overstay my welcome." He hummed, your tongue clicking behind your teeth for a moment in silent but begrudging acceptance. "That's quite a shame. I was starting to wonder what else I'd get to learn about you." You felt his thumb pressing against the back of your hand, rubbing it subconsciously. He pulled your hand to his face, and for a moment you were confused.

You weren't for long however, as you felt a tingling sensation pressing against the back of your hand. Was that...a kiss? He looked up at you and winked playfully, before he shook your hand with a controlled firmness. "I guess you'll have to wait. You don't mind doing that, do you?" He smirked, his natural charm causing you to snort. You felt the warmth in your cheeks, but you couldn't help but give him a purely honest smile that seemed to warm the skeletons bones. "I don't, I don't mind at all. You have to promise to come back though, alright? Who else can give me such awful puns and good companionship?"

He let go of your hand with some reluctance, as if he wanted to linger in your warmth. You felt a little sad to see him go, but he quickly reassured you. "You really know how to put a skeleton in a corner, huh? You strike a hard bargain, though, so I'll bite. I promise that I will, as long as I can find you, okay?" He asked you, adjusting his suit as he pulled out a cigar from his inside pocket. He didn't light it, though, perhaps due to some manners of his. You nodded your head, your eyes crinkling slightly as you straightened up yourself.

"It's a deal then. Get home safely, alright?" He winked at you again, a bonebrow raised as he chuckled. "I can handle myself perfectly fine. Don't waste your time on me, okay? I have a few tricks up these sleeves, danger passes straight through me."

"You already used that joke, Bullet."

"Point taken."

He waved to you as he turned away, the heel of his shoes causing him a swift turn as he had the last word of your first interaction. "Farewell, I'll see you again soon..." If only you realized how soon, maybe then you would have had time to prepare how this skeleton was going to change your life for the better...

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Closing Notes: Oh this was longer than I anticipated. I had fun though, and I hope you guys enjoy what idea I had in mind when typing this. Thank you for reading, please tell me what you guys think :-))

Introductions! Hi, I'm quite literally here just to post my personal headcanons about Undertale and AU's. Yeah, it'll mainly center around the skeleton brothers, but you can see stuff I add about other characters too! I really love the idea of them all being forced roommates and stuff or other circumstances. I've never actually posted before, but I'll try to like- post in order best to my abilities. Yes, I also will be including separate stuff from my headcanons about any x reader! I'd love recommendations, questions, etc! If you have any requests please don't hesitate to let me know!

UPDATE: (I do take breaks, especially since recently the election has swallowed my mental health. I make posts on other accounts, but I like to keep them private for my other fandoms or self. Thank you for your understanding (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。)

TAGS:

I'll hold my tags here and make sure you guys can find access to things better :-))

Things I won't include/tolerate:

I'm personally a queer person and have done my best to be supportive of communities. I don't tolerate any racist, homophobic, or transphobic ideals. I also don't do ships among existing characters, such as Frans, Fontcest, Papscest, etc. (If you like Sans x Sans, you do you and that's cool and I'm not gonna like- come after you. I don't post that though)

If you're one of the following, DNI:

- Homophobic

- Transphobic

- Racist

- Ableist

- Zoophile

- PDFphile

- Hate Furries

- Are against Palestine

- Overall a proshipper because I know I missed something

I politely ask this of you now because I will block you and that will be that. I don't like that, and so I'll cut that off immediately if possible.

I am aware that people have trauma. This is not something I will actively target. However, I am not someone who wants to be involved in these communities and I suggest seeking actual help if you're dealing with trauma in general. I do not hate you for your trauma, but I do not support the community and I want to stay away from that. You're actively hurting yourself by allowing yourself to consume fetishized and sexualized media, and I'm sorry that you are struggling. Please try to detangle yourself and explore other ways people explore trauma in healthier ways if you want to actually get better. Proship media isn't going to help in the long run

Thank you for your time, I don't expect this to get any attention but to those who are reading? I appreciate it

TO NOTE: Asks are currently open, even if I post as infrequently as I do and I mostly will answer requests for x readers of any Papyri or Sans since I love self indulgences. I also do ones for the roommate tropes similar to There's Still Magic teehee. I also will tag anything suggestive under cw suggestive even if I don't do it often. Fluff is my go to, but y'know, I'm open to a lot of stuff :-)

Thank you and goodnight

Powder Serrif

He's not mentally ill! He's just silly!

Headcanons time baby!!! I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts or even headcanons of your own about Swap Sans!!

- He/Him

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He deals with constantly trying to be positive, optimistic, and cheering others up. He has to make sure his brother doesn't lose HOPE, that others underground don't lose HOPE

- Imposter syndrome is this man's bestie, he always pushes himself so hard because he feels like he hasn't earned it

- Instead of pasta, he makes tacos since he can't figure out how to quite get it right. Otherwise, he's a good cook and often makes things for his brother

- The older brother, he is in the Royal Guard in this AU because he had to in order to keep him and his brother aloft, to provide safety and a home

- Highly perceptive, yet subtle, he picks up body language quicker than others and uses this to his advantage

- He's protective of his brother, because he worries about him. He doesn't know why his brother has started losing HOPE, and Stretch won't talk to him about it

- He does not have good communication with his brother, even if he tries to get his brother to talk to him about what's wrong

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, he works under Alphys and usually stands by her side. When she has her duties, she often brings Powder along because he's pretty good with people a little bit better than her

- Extremely patient, brave, idealistic, optimistic, energetic, confident, persistent, charismatic, open minded, empathetic, assertive, trustworthy, and kind

- Terrifying when angry, it's hard to actually get on his nerves. His brother has rarely ever seen him angry, and it's only been during combat

- Likes puns, and sometimes can be worse than Stretch

- He does not have a good relationship with Gaster, but he did at one point when he was younger. But he left, and Powder never knew why. All he knew is that his baby brother and him were now alone, and he could only remember so little of Gaster. He's hurt, and only can remember him when he dreams. If he ever met him he'd be more hostile, since he feels like his father is pushy and going too fast when he reunites with him

- Does not like fighting an opponent who's actually looking to kill, but will fight for his brother and loved ones. He won't jump into fighting, and often can resolve things peacefully

- A dog person, he actually is rather fond of the dog that appears randomly. Though, his brother would disagree

- Does not curse often but will, since he prefers not ro

- Has enhanced stamina and speed, with high metabolism. However as a drawback, he can very rarely get drunk. He out drinks everyone almost except Wine, Razz, and Carmine. They all are evened out

- He often got overlooked when in the same room as Stretch underground. He keeps this insecurity to himself since he doesn't want Stretch to worry and he doesn't fault him

- Had an insane tiff with Razz, who he fought within a first encounter. The two hated each other and if they didn't fight they'd go into screaming matches. He finds Razz as an obnoxious, overbearing jerk who he can't tolerate. However, the two actually later on became close

- He is distant but slightly overprotective of Stretch

- He loves blueberries/blueberry sweets

- A role model for Cash, Coffee, and Rus

- His magic smells of spearmint and his magic tastes like blueberry

- likes handshakes, fist bumps, and high fives

- wouldn't hesitate to drop everything for his friends, they're deeply important to him

- He loves bear hugs all the way

- Can listen to the most deviously sexual songs and not even flinch

- He cries by blubbering and hates to cry in front of others

- Would call his lover Beloved

- Owns a slick, blue motorcycle

- Stretch used to try and read him bedtime stories and he encouraged it while he was growing up. When he finds it again way later, he would ask Stretch to read it to him for old times sake, even if Stretch was slightly embarrassed

- He believes in Astronauts

- He collects sci-fi figurines, spaceships, etc

- he owns a spaceship bed

- he has a box of astronauts food

- has space themed shirts and even used them to adapt a better style above ground

- He owns a telescope and he is the one to prank you in waterfall

- His laugh is Mweh-heh-heh

- instead of liking dino oatmeal I like to think that he likes astronaut cereal

- Gets up stupid early and trains very well, he's great at combat

- Great at fast thinking and uses strategy to win battles when his opponent is too emotionally reactive. He becomes less emotionally attached during battles

- Extremely touch oriented, he can't stand just sitting down to do nothing

- A workaholic, he was always active underground. Now, when he reaches above the surface, he can't stop himself from trying to handle a lot.

- Don't even think about belittling yourself in front of him, he'll praise you and instantly make you listen by taking initiative

- He dislikes being useless

- Knows sign language pretty well, he taught Stretch

- There's a reason no one catches him sleeping, he's always on his guard around others

- Takes on a more "motherly" role when the other Sanses are around, and that includes scaring them away when it's time for him to clean around the house

- He can control his magic wonderfully, he is just like Cyperus in that department

- He doesn't believe that someone is truly evil, but that doesn't mean that there are people that he'd pummel

- Self reflective, you rarely see him being this way unless you somehow catch him smoking. Good luck with that though

- He was quite lonely until he fell into UT'a world

- He can be brutally honest, to the point that you'll hear something you don't want to hear. However, he tries to avoid doing this

- Adores Napstablook as his celebrity crush

- Serves under Toriel, and the two have a rather peculiar dynamic. He's her friend, and he wishes that he could do more to show that she's not an awful Queen or mother

Closing Notes:

I need him I need him I need him I stg bro I could make him feel better I could be his wife his husband whatever he needs bro

I'm in tears I wanted the silly weird one ohhh NOOOO😭😭😭(thank you for adding me to your reblogs btw, i love you. If you can see this @alexsorsis please tell me your favorite skeleton from the AU's! I'd love to see you send me an ask so I can write a little gift for you :)) )

@vamppiko PLEAAAASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE JOIN THE FUN :D

Saw this going around twitter, looked like fun. What? I'm not procrastinating (I am, I really am)

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz

Post the results side-by-side. No pressure tags: @alypink, @revnah1406, @madefordvarka, @deadbranch, @welldonekhushi, @kaitaiga, @applbottmjeens, @froglights-and-pearls

Teeth

Just some Rus x Reader

CW: some suggestive stuff :-)

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"You're a weirdo, y'know that right?” “Shhh, I'm not! I'm just curious, is all!” “mhm,”

Rus’ response was promptly cut off at the feeling of your hands touching his mouth. He had sharp teeth, uniquely shaped in comparison to the others inside the home. And, since you both are so comfortable with one another, you asked to explore them. Little weirdo.

He felt your hands prying his lower jaw open, the pad of your thumbs pressing against the tip of each edge of each special tooth. Your eyes were wide as you tilted your head and adjusted his skull to your will, his jaw slack so as to not accidentally bite down on you. “Hold still,”

He hums but does not listen, his eyes averted as he feels his head leaning into your hands. “Hey, I said hold still,” He once again hums, muttering, “m’sorry,” He lied, of course, only to feel your eyes glaring up at him half-heartedly. You went back to looking at his teeth as you traced an outline on the golden tooth he had, your eyes dilated.

He couldn't help but focus on those eyes of yours, your face, your touch. He didn't want to admit that he was quite comfortable with feeling your hands so close to his mouth, so he kept that weird feeling down. You were so pretty, he was starting to blush more heavily now.

Your other hand placed itself on his shoulder, your grip there to not accidentally fall into him as he patiently sat on the couch and you stood over him. “So cool,” he heard you mumble, and he couldn't help but snort as his shoulders were jostled.

His phalanges, as sharp as they were, barely dug into your skin as he was careful to hold them in place. His tongue rolled out and bumped against the softness of your flesh, and Rus swore he felt you flinch. He wasn't going to be so bold as to mess with you completely like Cash would, but it was tempting. He was too shy to do that though, and instead he grinned when you recoiled with a look of partial disgust.

“Ewww!”

He felt his smile form into a wider one as he suppressed laughing, if not only a little bit. He liked to mess with you, at least a little. He leaned forward, faking out that he was going to lick your face as you yanked your face away. “What's the matter, darlin', hm? Ya don't want a little lovin?” “Eugh- you're gross-! Wait- ew, don't you dare-!”

He snorted, and he knew that he distracted you enough to not notice how he had almost got too excited. Too excited. When he finally managed to lazily pull you closer with ease, he had already rolled his tongue back as the smell of maple and cigarettes pooled around the two of you. “Sorry, m'sorry,” He laughed, even if he only partially meant it. He didn't want you too mad at him now.

You weren't even commenting as he pulled you to sit on his lap, which he found delightful. He quickly wrapped you up inside his large, black coat as he felt you adjusting to straddle his legs as he leaned back onto the couch. “No you're not,” You huffed, which only let him snicker as a result.

“Well I do mean it, darlin', I do,” He replied, arms looped around you as he clung onto you, feeling your face not quite lean on him entirely due to your suspicion that he would probably try to lick you again. “Liar,” “only a little,” He finally got you to laugh a little at that, seeing your chest deflate as you let go of your half-hearted disgust. He liked to see that smile of yours, the unique way your lips curved and the way your teeth bared slightly.

“I knew it,” you claimed, and he simply hummed as he felt your hands move to comfortably drape over his chest. He reached for the remote, quick to throw something on as his eyes drifted away from looking at you so intently. He was happy that you were spending time with him today after being so distracted from the others, and even if he originally planned for something different to happen, he was happy that he got you to finally relax with him. He was a simple skeleton after all, no?

I just came back on here after visiting Twitter since my friend wanted me to see the difference and honestly I think I might have to draw the Virgin Mary cradling her son to recover because Twitter isn't even a hellscape like Tumblr but more like that nasty, distant relative no one wants to talk about in comparison to the cool cousin that's Tumblr