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Rambles of a lunatic

(And ofc, some Omori music to go with my Horrortale ramblings)

GUAH!! I can't formulate my words as well as I want to, but I gotta write this out and hopefully make SOME sense???

Other than my recent obsession with Mouthwashing, I have been thinking of Horrortale and my obsession with the brothers.

Ough, my heart hurts thinking of everyone underground, and how both brothers focus on being there for their home in different ways.

Saint, the echo of who he used to be, now as a guard that does better providing for Snowdin than Undyne and her royal guard. I'm sure that he had to deal with conflict in ways that were harsh, but overall protected them. To me, he always seemed like someone who was a passive individual up until Frisk left and things started going south. Once he was stripped of his choice and had to go through such a harmful injury, I'm sure that he went home changed in more ways than one. I can imagine that he would prevent any harm of those around him if he can help it, and that he would be protective of those who struggle to be independent and assertive. He seems to me like he would be protective of his brother even more than before once he realizes that Undyne has most likely become harsher and more cruel to him even if she realizes it or not. Something I also wonder is if he fed the underground human meat because he feels responsibility for them being stuck underground currently. He seemed to me as a skeleton who provided hope in others before, and now he provides a security in Snowdin as well. How haunted is he by memories nowadays? What eats away at him in a way nothing else could?

Ohhh....and Lunar. Imagine the anger he felt, the fear he felt when he realized that his own brother was hurt all because of his best friend? And imagine the anger as he realizes that a reason for his transformation is due to not only Starvation, but because he ate a "mystery meat" that his brother provided to keep him and Snowdin alive. Forced to be a mediator between your own brother despite him feeding you 'mystery' meat without you knowing and your best friend who caused the hole in your brother's skull? To add to it, he would have to also help protect and defend Snowdin too, wouldn't he? Mediation of rations, emotions, and learning to fix tears in the clothes Snowdin wears. I think if he was lonely before, he probably became a better representation of hope than Saint due to his hesitant optimism and resourcefulness. He has to watch those around him change but I'm sure he feels that he has to stay as close to the same as possible or else the underground would spiral even more so than before!

Their relationship would be so complicated and filled with hurt, I think. My headcanon for Saint only accidentally killing a human because of his uncontrollable and reactive anger and then realizing that the possibility of feeding them to Snowdin is present? I'm sure he felt it was rational, even if he tried to avoid telling Lunar. Then, Lunar finds out on his own since it's clear he and the others at this point are changing physically? The fighting, the hurt. I imagine that Saint would be the least physically changed other than his LV levels and physical changes to adapt to the harsh environment. I think he'd be scrawny, much more unhealthy than Lunar, but just grow in height and become more "jagged" since the LV must be doing something. I also imagine that Lunar changes physically for similar reasons, but his body is still somehow surviving because of the 'mystery meat'. It's not technically c@nnibalism, but it must hurt inside knowing that he befriended the last human and then ate the next.

They hurt me so much and I love them both so much like omgomgomgomgomg

I love when Sans Undertale walked in my room and told me that I need to post my headcanons before he smacked a bag of chips at my face. I gotta listen to the funny bone man.

(this was the only gif I found that was fitting of the silly bone man)

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.

Cyperus Serrif Playlist

Cyperus deserves a playlist where he's silly and fun because he's my comfort character and I can do what I like mwahahahaha. Have a bracelet I made to go with it!

I actually view him as a serious, interesting character that doesn't deserve to be infantilized btw, this is more of a playlist for me to feel soft and happy tbh with a sprinkle of angst potential

Btw!! If you find this artist and it turns out they don't want anyone using their art, pls tell me!! I found this through Pinterest, and I don't want to give any disrespect to artists like at ALL. I'll update it if y'all comment abt it, I have no desire to go against an artist's wishes for how their art is used once it's posted. Thank you and enjoy the playlist🫶

Enjoy :-)

Bracelets!!

I am working on my playlists currently for some light editing, but I thought I'd share the bracelets I've made for some of the UTMV guys and the og Sans and Pap! I plan to make more, but I hope you like them!

(Pls be gentle I'm small and a sensitive soul🥲)

Saint Serrif

Horrortale Sans, the one AU where everyone thought he was a cannibal(?) despite being a literal monster?? Fun fact: he has not once eaten human flesh! Anyways, here are my headcanons! Enjoy :-)

- Official height is 5'11

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Taller and thinner bone from unstable magic

- He smiles a lot when he's in a dangerous situation, but otherwise he usually can be seen without one when he dislikes someone or finds them not worth his time listening to

- Has fast reflexes in dangerous situations since he had to be efficient underground. Otherwise, he comes off as slow to others because he takes awhile to actively choose to do something

- He carries guilt from what he did to Lunar, even if he thought that without it his brother would dust. Which, at the time, he would've

- Dedicated, protective, untrusting, observant, responsible, honest, caring, humble, reserved, pessimistic, hardworking, over thinker, cynical, stubborn, aggressive, and blunt

- The most patient Sans out of all the others, but only when he wants to get what he wants. He's only impatient with others who he dislikes

- Good friends with Powder and Red

- Selectively mute, he's more obligated to speak when he chooses to. There are moments where he just can't, however. Most of the time though, action is his language

- Loves any sort of food, a literal dumpster of food. Hell compliment the person's cooking and eat it even if it's utterly shit

- Does not remember Gaster due to all the events that occurred in his timeline. Gaster on the other hand watches in misery and grief, spiteful towards humans

- Will resort to violence easily, he doesn't hesitate to use it even if it's not fully needed

- He curses frequently, has a sailors tongue

- If he is not actively being spiteful, he follows directions without complaint. He may need guidance however, since he overthinks it

- Can be severely petty to the point he's doing it to provoke the other

- He is very deprived of touch, but he's too hesitant to initiate it since he carries a lot of dust and blood on his hands. He gets all stiff and awkward if someone touches him, and it'll take time for him to get comfortable

- Yellowed bone with an ash tint due to his health

- He is the best to rant to since he's quiet and patient, but there are times that he's just not listening at all. He only pays attention if he cares, because otherwise he'll pick his teeth and passively aggressively tell you that yes, he's listening, because he just cares oh so much about it

- He's willing to do anything for those he cares about over his own needs, anything.

- He is a very quiet crier, kinda disassociated as he stares at nothing. Catatonic, in a way

- He would wag his finger cartoonishly when scolding someone or use his finger to beckon someone instead of waving them over

- He clicks his sharp fingers against hard surfaces when impatient, even if he doesn't verbally tell someone that he is

- He would call his lover lamb or sugarplum

- He summons a thigh bone as a weapon, but he carries a cleaver that he's attached to and will use it when he's low on magic. After all, magic is something he uses sparingly

- He absolutely hates Undyne and Alphys. He calls Undyne "Unbitch" and he isn't afraid to insult her

- He lobotomized Alphys after she betrayed him

- Has a rough sense of humor

- He feeds the people in Snowdin, even going so far as to teleport to the castle to steal food

- He starved underground for about seven years in order to feed the others

- He has awful posture, his neck bent forward and constantly slouched

- His "prank" in the forest was a spinning spike instead of a whoopie cushion

- Is quick to be snappish and rude to those he dislikes, he will only behave if asked by someone he cares about

- He only is nicer to others when above the surface and gains trust in others

- He is quiet when upset, going to Lunar and quietly clinging onto him

- Physically the strongest and most violent Sans, he isn't afraid to use his own hands and its clear that he doesn't mind playing dirty

- He never ate human flesh when underground, but he has fed monsters in Snowdin humans or even animals in order to provide. Because of this, monsters in Snowdin not only were physically changed, but their magic changed as well. It is unknown how the same has happened for Saint, but it's suspected that it's because of his LV that he changed

- Magic smells of veviter and oak, magic tastes of vanilla

- Has memory issues so he owns journals and sticky notes when above the surface. Without it, he struggles to remember even simple facts. He doesn't struggle remembering Lunar, however, since his brother was the only constant in his life

- No one is allowed to touch his skull, as it's his most vulnerable spot

- His other eye socket is pretty much empty, thus making a blind spot for him and means that he doesn't like sudden movement there

- He will not tolerate people wasting food so don't even think about doing that in front of him

- He scratches at his skull as a comfort or a habit when overthinking. But because he's done it for so long, it slightly chips like paint and small amounts of dust flake off

- Good at sewing, he picked up the skill underground after his brother's outfit became tarnished. Because supplies are limited, however, he doesn't bother fixing the ripped up shirt he wears. You can see small sewings on his jacket, however

- Can hardly spell for shit, he has awful handwriting since he had to focus seven years worth of his time through survival

- He ends up wearing a lot of comfortable and soft clothes when above ground, he refuses to wear suits unless hes forced into it

- He treasures gifts dearly, he never lets anything happen to them

- He carries snacks around when above ground since he never wants anyone to feel hungry. He also sneaks food and stocks up on it, he's wonderful at preserving things and splitting it up for rations despite his hunger

- Likes the rain but refuses to go outside without his hood, a hat, or umbrella since the hole in his skull is sensitive to the sensation

- Certain things make his skull hurt while others can rest inside such as flowers. Rain or liquids are usually a no go though because it swishes around

- He doesn't like thunderstorms because it's loud, since his magic is unstable and acts as damaged nerves

- He doesn't like the sensation of mud, the texture is too similar to blood

- He hates liars and those that are secretive. Because of this, he's nosy and good at finding dirt or lies someone has. He's able to determine where someone is, where they went, and most of the time why. But, no one is able to do the same thing with him. He's the best at covering his tracks, and even more so at not sharing information about himself

-He smokes occasionally, drinking even less so unless no one is around. He has to be in a bad mood, or else he won't drink

- He's pretty territorial, protective of who he deems as his close loved ones. So no one is allowed to mess with his brother or some of the other skeletons in the household. He'd kill for them

Closing Notes: he is so silly goofy goober omg😍🤭😋. But seriously I like the combination of putting different versions of him into my own hc's since the bear version and the rat version both have their perks. I plan to explore more of his dynamic with his brother and stuff later on! If you have questions do not be afraid to ask and thank you for reading :-))

Razz Serrif

You absolute MANIC fool! You've ruined just about EVERYTHING!!

*SF!Purple Sans seems irritated, but let's check these headcanons instead

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He/Him

- Likes to drink coffee, the bitterness is great

- Makes Burritos

- A dog person

- Older brother of Cash Serrif

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard

- He is very touch oriented, hands on approach

- Desperate to prove himself through fighting. Won't hesitate to fight

- Prone to jealousy and is competitive about a lot of things

- He likes being active

- He likes being in control for a lot of things, but he struggles losing it

- Good at saving money, he in fact taught Cash

- Originally competitive with Carmine and Powder, but eventually formed friendships with them

- He did not have a good relationship with Gaster. He was too clingy and would be too forceful in wanting full dedication from Razz. He wanted Gaster's approval but it resulted in high expectations of himself as he was taught that he had to be independent and powerful

- Brave, independent, proud, intuitive, stubborn, blunt, optimistic, sassy, smug, erratic, unfiltered, responsible, secretive, aggressive, nosy, and bossy

- He hardly curses, especially not in front of authroity

- He acts like a tyrant sometimes, though it's due to insecurity

- Like Carmine, he will berate you but in a more scolding way after you become close with him

- He will falter with genuine communication or compliments, since he's not used to receiving validation or someone actually being honest/sincere

- He would call his lover precious, such as "my precious Y/N" or "could you come here, precious?"

- He can make some of the worst apologies, unless to authority or people he is super close with. He decently tries enough though, usually doing small acts of service instead of actually apologizing properly

- He loves PDA since he gets to show who he's close with and in the same sense makes sure no one messes with you as a result. It's basically a way of him saying "they're with me, fuck off"

- At first hated Carmine and Powder, but when he fought Powder and got his ass beat he was filled with shame. At first called Powder a soft, annoying version of him who was too humble in his opinion. he poked fun at Stretch for his shyness and then got his ass beat by Powder. He eventually was extended kindness after this and grew to respect Powder, though

- Hated Carmine for being similar to him but not pushing himself to be his "strongest." Yet grew to be more petty over the years. Developed a respect for him and now they're friends who actively are tyrants when it's cleaning day

- His magic smells of sugar, his magic tastes like blackberries

- Hides his face and sniffles a lot when crying, he doesn't like to cry. He hardly does and he has to be pushed to get to that point

- In the underground he was close with Cash at one point. but overtime he slowly resented Cash's habits and behavior. This caused him to be more controlling and frustrated

- He would keep an eye on Cash when he came home high or drunk so that he wouldn't dust, but he never told him since Cash complained about being babied sometimes

- His relationship with the Queen is the same as Gaster's. He's extremely dedicated to her, and people often rumor the Queen's strange interest in him. She uses him for emotional support and has a strange codependency on him despite the power dynamic. He hates it, but tries to sympathize. This keeps his brother out of trouble often, though he doesn't tell him. The Queen makes him value power and has twisted what he should be like, since she was the one to scar him. She makes sure he doesn't disobey

- He tries to let Cash have freedom, and tends to him a lot once they move in with the other skeletons. It'll take awhile, but he will learn how to balance care and controlling habits

- Didn't realize that Cash fell into his habits due to him being in the Royal Guard. He didn't realize that Cash simply wanted his brothers attention and was coping with it

- He tends to express his masked personality over his real one better than anyone else. He in truth feels deeply, cares about many things, and hates that he can't connect with people like he wants to

- He's more lonely than he lets on

- He tends to be desperate for approval, doing a lot to get it even if he acts like he doesn't need it

- Even if he struggles, he can show his care and sincerity in different ways

- He's sacrificed a lot to get where he is now, and he regrets that his brother was part of that crossfire

- He often gets extremely emotional over a lot of things, but he's formed that to be aggression since he's part of the royal guard in an underground that festers in violence. It was a painful necessity for him to change

- He thinks it's selfish of him to care for others

- He grew up with the mentality that power means everything, so when there's no use for it anymore he doesn't know what to do with himself

- He'd rather gouge his own eye out than admit his desire for real, intimate, connections

- He doesn't understand why he can't adapt to the other AU's like the others so easily, but a part of him knows that he's the problem

- He hates that his impulsive decision to anything is demeaning others or getting aggressive

- Ashamed of his scars, unlike Carmine

- He finds his jealousy to be childish, and just like Carmine he'll avoid talking about it until confronted

- He's more tactful and intelligent than he lets on, using certain behaviors as a way to avert drama towards his brother or loved ones by making a scene

- Despite his lack of showing too much kindness, he deeply cares about those he loves and wants to do right by them. So, if he really sees that someone is hurt from his actions, he is not stupid enough to widen that wound and instead tries to find ways to make it up to someone

-He hates the Queen, hates Gaster(who is no longer present), he hates everything. He hates- he hates who he is. Why does he mess everything up?

Closing Notes: I see that Carmine and him are reflections of each other who grew up slightly differently and coped differently as a result. They're more alike than the other realizes, and yet both are on a scale in how they handle shit. The two are SWAP fells though, so they have a sort of twisted way of dealing with things when compared to Powder if he was put in their situations. Sadly, Razz just is too stuck in his ways to change anytime soon. But maybe he just needs...mercy?

HEHEHE THANK YOUUUU I LOVE VANILLA SO MUCHH. HES SO SILLY AND I LOVE HIM A LOT, SO I GOT EXCITED WHEN YOU REQUESTED HIM. I LOVE TO SEE YOUR REACTIONS AND YOUR OPINIONS WHEN YOU REBLOG MY STUFF SO THANKKK YOU AND I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU HELP ME WITH IDEAS AND STUFF🤭🤭

im back with another promptt😋😋

Sans and Y/N are coworkers at a company that focuses on tech. They’ve been crushing on eachother for a while and one day, the power goes out. Electronic doors trap them in a room together and the power generator isnt working so the doors wont be open for hours. For funsies, lets say Y/N is scared of the dark. Now, Sans and Y/N are alone, in a dark room, and Y/N needs comfort. Who better than the soft, funny skeleton who may or may not like her back?

(Sorry this ones kinda long😭😭 feel free to skip if u wanna)

Aaahhhh I love this! Oh this is delicious, thank you I'm going to have fun typing this down! GAH, thank you for the ask.

Uhhh CW: descriptions of distress, anxiety attack, etc

It's okay, it's okay it's all okay. You're in the lab, the exact same one you work in every day except for the weekends and holidays. There's no reason to be panicking, not even close. So why do you feel lightheaded? Your breathing was short and choppy and you were sweating even though it's relatively cooler inside the lab. Oh, well maybe the fact that it's dark. And the doors are locked. And you hate both things. Hm, maybe that is what you're panicking about.

.....

This is embarrassing. Why you? Why did the damn generator decide that it wanted to stop working in the middle of your damn shift? Right now, you found that your hands were trembling and your chest felt tight. You were a professional, damn it! Stop shaking. You couldn't stop yourself from grabbing at the doors, shaking them as you stared at the little buttons that were usually green or red. Right now they were off entirely. You weren't going to lose your shit. Not now.

Your thoughts were pulled away by a skeletal hand gently sliding around your shoulder and coaxing you to turn around. Oh, it's him. Vanilla. He was here in the same room as you. You felt embarrassed when you flinched at his touch, seeing him pull his hand away as he recoiled. Your thoughts were entangled, trying to rationalize but only making it worse. He seemed to be saying something, but you didn't quite catch it.

"....it's-..ne...are-...kay?...aking..."

"Huh? Sorry, I'm...Sorry I'm not understanding."

You crumpled under his concerned gaze, your eyes and hands immediately dropping down to the ground. You could feel the tension in the air as your shoulders began to shake slightly. You tried to stifle your overtly egregious reaction as best as you could without coming across as suspicious, clearing your throat.

"....Are you-...kay?"

"Oh- yeah. Yeah I'm fine." You forced out, your voice was shaky and unsure as you cringed at your terrible lie. You could practically see it, staunch disbelief overshadowed by intense concern on the skeletons face. But this wasn't his problem, it wasn't his responsibility to deal with. You weren't some sniveling child. A flood of determination filled you as you fought to keep your emotions in check, willing your facade not to crack badly enough that it broke social regulations. You were fine. It's fine.

You stammered out an apology as your face flushed red with humiliation, and you ducked your head back down before straightening up like a bullet. His hand was back to touching your shoulder as you were clasping your hands together so tightly your knuckles were white. "Hey." His voice was gentle, soft, a balm. Your eyes are locked with white, rounded eyelights when you tilt your head back to look at him.

Before you could speak, he was coaxing you to walk. He pulled you down to sit on the floor against the wall, his smile reassuring. He said nothing as he trailed his hands down your arms and down your wrists before he intertwined his hands with your own. You felt a strange hum had reverberated through your skin, a soothing sensation like a purr. You didn't even realize that your eyes were watering until you felt tears slipping past your eyelashes as you blinked.

"Does that feel okay?" He asked, and you felt your face slightly contort into confusion. You couldn't find it in yourself to speak, your throat tightening. "..what?" "I'm trying to share my magic with you, dork." He smiled, and you could see the slight glow between his bones shine a swiss blue. You were confused, but it was light, and pretty. You were silent but you nodded your head. It seems like he was sharing his magic with you so that your soul could be soothed. Funny how that works.

He looked relieved, gently squeezing your hands before relaxing again. "Good. Just focus on that feeling, alright?" You nodded. Stars above did you feel pathetic. Your crush was sitting in front of you and comforting you because you were acting like a mess over the dark. It was embarrassing, and your eyes darted down to stare at how both of your hands were intertwined together. His bone felt smooth, slightly cold.

You've never seen his bones glow like this, and you wondered why. He occasionally used his magic inside the lab, but he never glowed quite like this before. Is this what it looked like when he was extending magic from his soul to someone else? "You look really pretty." You felt the words slip past your lips involuntarily, almost in a slight daze as you did so.

You instantly regretted it when you looked up to see his expression. His eyelights shrank by half a fraction, and his grin twitched upwards into a slightly surprised expression. "What? I look- look pretty??" His face was dusted with a blue hue as he spoke, and in turn your face was flooded with warmth. You tried to correct yourself, but stumbled as you did so.

"Uhm-I meant that your bones-! That your bones are pretty since they're glowing right now. They're bright and blue and uh-" His face only grew more flushed, and yours did as well. He snorted as you tried to fix what you said but ultimately failed. His eyelights grew fuzzy, dilated as he looked at you. "So am I not pretty when I glow?" "No-! No no that's not- you're really pretty-! Uh- shit I mean-"

He leaned forward and your voice died in your throat as he did so, his face a mere few inches from your own. His expression softened, his eyelights almost threatening to mold into a different shape. For a moment, though you thought it was your imagination, you thought you could see a heart. He pressed his skull against your forehead, and he spoke in a hushed tone. "I think you're pretty, too."

Oh that really did it. Your lips quirked up into a smile, your body going lax as your shoulders dropped. The smell of pine and frost enveloped your senses, something you didn't mind. You couldn't stop your voice from cracking, sounding smaller. "You think so?" "Yeah," He glowed brighter, and somehow the darkness of the lab didn't seem to be so bad. He was like a firefly, a blue nightlight in some ways.

You closed your eyes, your brow scrunching up and your smile widening. "Thank you, I...I appreciate you doing this for me." You slightly could feel your body trembling still, but it was now at a minimum as your breathing slowed. He chuckled, squeezing your hands once more but gentler now. "Of course, anytime. We don't have to talk about this outside the lab if you'd like." He reassured, placing both of your hands on his lap. You opened your eyes to see his face closer now.

"No...I think that... I'd like to. If that's what you think is y'know, okay." You murmured, mustering up any courage you could form. Both of you knew the layers of this conversation, but neither of you seemed to mind. He let go of your hands, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture towards you. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck and pressing your face against his shoulder. He rubbed your back as he embraced you. "I think that's more than okay, starlight."

Closing Notes: gRAUGHTHGUFUWOSB I loved writing this so much you have no idea how silly I felt as I'm kicking and swinging my feet. I hope this was good enough, I had a lot of fun

@vamppiko you are my salvation, my savior, my hero. I adore you and your asks. This is me using my magical wizard powers to summon thee, please help me with ideas and pls interact.

oooOoOOoo you wanna help me and wanna kiss skeletons so bad ooOoooOOooOoo

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.