˙゛ how different sans aus react when you ask them to dance.
* check — romance, established relationship, profanity, one sort-of suggestive joke, and the following are included: classic (undertale), red (underfell), blue (underswap), ink, nightmare, killer, skull (horrortale), dust, cross, and epic.
* talk — by the time i finished this, i realized i had forgotten to add dream, but i didn't have much ideas for him anyway so he'll be added in the next headcanons
۪ ׂ ˖ CLASSIC
— He'd just shrug and agree to dance with you.
— He doesn't see why he would say no, and it's been a bit since he last danced, so why not? He has nothing else to do.
— His hands would meet your waist and he'd ask if his placement was alright, and you'd nod before placing your hands on his shoulders so you both could start dancing.
— While his movements are lazy, they're not sloppy. He manages to smoothly dance with you, and when he'd start to get comfortable, he'd probably pull you closer.
— Now, he wouldn't dance a full waltz with you. Your dance is likely going to include slow turns and a spin every now and then, but apart from that, your dance is just going to be relaxed.
— You both wouldn't be dancing in silence, but it wouldn't be music filling the air. It would be his puns.
"How's my dancing? I would say it's pretty on pointe."
— If you do want music, though, he'll probably use his magic to turn on a nearby record player while you both kept dancing.
۪ ׂ ˖ RED
— He wouldn't agree at first, but simply because he's embarrassed about it.
— He's never danced before, for the Underground wasn't really a place where that happened. It was either kill or be killed, and if someone where to get caught dancing, they would likely be viewed as weak and be killed.
— But you both were in a secluded space with it being unlikely someone would show up, so maybe a quick dance wouldn't hurt.
— And, of course, he's only agreeing because he didn't want you to keep looking sad since he denied you the first time, and it definitely wasn't because he kind of wanted to learn how to dance.
— At first, he's awkward. He's tense and occasionally steps on your shoes, and he'd grumble swears every time he does.
— He would try to give up. He would try to pull his hands away, but you would just quickly move your own to cover his, and he'd scoff before continuing the dance with you.
— He might eventually pick up on the dance, and by that he really only steps on your foot less than when you both started, but that's still improvement!
— Red would likely try to dip you to make up for his lack of knowledge when it comes to dancing, but due to how sudden the action was, you're both falling onto the ground.
— With you on top of him, he'd stare at you with a flushed face, and you'd just laugh before placing a kiss to his forehead.
— He'd relax as you kissed him before muttering.
"...'m never doin' that again."
— He says that, but if you were to ask, he'd likely say yes just to make you happy.
۪ ׂ ˖ BLUE
— Immediately agrees.
— His eye lights widen as soon as you finish asking him, and his grin would somehow manage to widen while he quickly nods and grabs your hands.
"LET THE MAGNIFICANT SANS SHOW YOU HOW MAGNIFICANT HIS DANCING IS!"
— If there's a specific dance you're looking to do, you'll have to ask Blue because if you don't, he's probably going to want to salsa with you.
— And he's damn good at it, too.
— Even passionate seems like the wrong word used to describe his dancing, for it's more than that.
— As soon as he pulls you against him, he's moving. His hands are finding the right placement and if he notices you look confused, he'll gently grab your hands and move them to where they need to go while instructing you what to do.
— He'll cheer whenever you're able to dance without his instructions, and he might even pick up the pace if he thinks you're ready.
— You better find an excuse to stop dancing soon or else you'll be dancing all day.
— Blue is energetic, so unless you think you can keep up for hours, you either need to make an excuse or wait until his brother gets home to help.
— If his brother even helps. Stretch might just take a video and then leave to Muffet's.
۪ ׂ ˖ INK
— Of course, he'll dance with you!
— The first thing he does is make a portal to another au with his paintbrush and grab your hand before rushing inside the portal.
— If his vials are alright, he'll be extra about his dance with you. He'll take you to an AU he knows you like, and he'll find a hidden place there so you both can dance without being interrupted.
— He's not picky about dances, so tell him whatever dance you want to do.
— As soon as you tell him, though, he's using his paintbrush to put you both in the appropriate attire for said dance.
— You want to waltz? You're either getting put in a dress or a suit to match the formal dance. You want to two-step? He'll wear some leather boots, why not?
— He will make a radio so he can switch through different stations to change the music to something you wanted.
— But if he hadn't been keeping track of his vials, he likely wouldn't dance.
— Even if he did agree, it would be a very stiff and quiet dance.
۪ ׂ ˖ NIGHTMARE
— More than likely, you'll have to ask him multiple times before he agrees to dance with you.
— Nightmare is a busy skeleton—a busy skeleton with a reputation. He's feared by many and the boss of some, and he wouldn't risk that view of him just to dance with you.
— But if you ask enough, and if it's just you and him in his castle with nothing to do, he'd reluctantly agree while declaring he was only doing it to get you to stop asking.
— With Nightmare, due to him being considered somewhat royalty, he'll waltz with you.
— His castle has a ballroom, and while it is a bit dusty since hardly anyone goes in there, it wasn't the worst place to dance. It became nicer whenever the torches on the wall were lit, and the chandelier that hung above you both reflected the flames.
— There would be an old record player in the corner, and whenever he placed a record on it, classical musical would start to play.
— At first, he wouldn't be into it at all. He would be living up to the statement that he was simply doing this just to silence your constant asking, but as the dance went on, you'd notice how he'd gradually become more relaxed.
— His form wouldn't be as stiff as it was when you both started, and the hands he had on your waist would loosen their grip.
— He would spin you and maybe dip you once if he believed it was appropriate to the moment in the dance.
— Throughout the whole dance, he would just be amused at how happy you seemed—dancing with him out of all people.
— He wouldn't say anything about it. He would just keep dancing with you until the music stopped, and he would gently grab one of your hands with his own.
"You will tell no one about this, understood?"
— But even with that being said, he still pressed a kiss to the back of your hand.
۪ ׂ ˖ KILLER
— As soon as you're done speaking, he's looking at you with a smirk while his eye sockets narrow.
"What kind of dance, sweetheart?"
— Whenever you try to leave after hearing him say that, he'll rush over and grab your hand while telling you that he was just messing around before saying that he'll dance with you.
— Now, Killer does not know how to dance, but he thinks he does.
— So, you'll be pulled into the most chaotic dance of your life—if you could even call it a dance.
— You're both really just spinning around while Killer is laughing his ass off.
— He'd likely dip you at the end of the dance and press a kiss to your lips, and he would slowly lift you back to your feet without breaking the kiss.
— You can try to teach him how to properly dance, but that would just result in him either doing stupid moves or saying some dumb flirt that came to mind.
— Your lessons would likely just turn into a flirting session for him.
۪ ׂ ˖ SKULL
— He would be quiet for a second before questioning you.
"...yer sure you wanna do that?"
— The thing with Skull is that due to his size and past, he becomes worried whenever he has to be gentle.
— He fears that he'll accidentally hurt you somehow while you're both dancing, even if it's obvious that nothing would ever happen. It's still a worry, and it forever would be when it came to you.
— If you reassure him that you want to dance, even going as far as turning on some music to show that you were certain, he would warily agree to dance with you.
— Expect Skull to be very stiff. The skeleton is even afraid to breathe with you so close to him, so you'd probably have to grab his hands to put them in the right placement so you both can dance.
— You can try to do certain dances with him, but it's unlikely he'll successfully do them with you.
— Whenever you ask him to spin you or dip you, he'll just look at you with wide eyes because he does not know what to do. Spin? Like, pick you up and spin you? Dip you? None of the words would make any sense to him, so you'd have to show him.
— For now, it would just be best to stick to swaying with Skull.
— It's simple and due to how easy it is, he relaxes a lot quicker since he's not worried about messing up as much as he would be with other moves.
— Give it time and he will be open to learning more dances with you.
۪ ׂ ˖ DUST
"No."
— He is a firm no at first.
— He just does not see the point in dancing. To him, it was stupid. It made others look stupid, and he wasn't about to make a fool out of himself.
— But if you gave him a sad look, he'd sigh before quietly agreeing for a few minutes of dancing with you.
— Don't expect his dancing to be any good. His thoughts are screaming that he's pathetic for doing something like this, and he hasn't danced in years.
— He would be really tense during the whole dance. His hands would slightly tremble and he wouldn't look at you at all.
— Whenever you decide to end the dance, he'd just mumble an apology before teleporting somewhere.
۪ ׂ ˖ CROSS
— You want to dance? With him?
— You'd have to give him a minute to answer because he'd be really flustered, but even when he did give you an answer, it was just a firm nod while he was looking away with his arms crossed.
— He would actually be a good dancer, but he's better at doing a waltz or simple dances rather than the ones with energy.
— Any time he had to move his hand for proper placement, he'd question if you were alright with him holding you there, and he'd get embarrassed when you'd laugh and tell him it was fine.
— He would like it when you got really close and let him wrap his arm around your waist, for it allowed him to just look at you for a bit before eventually pulling back to continue the dance.
— He might stumble a few times, but only because he would get distracted by you while dancing.
— In the middle of the dance, he would stammer out a compliment.
"You...You're a good dancer..."
— If you tell him that he is, too, there would be a flush on his face, but he would start to become more confident with the dance.
— Whenever the dance ends, he would ask if you would be alright with maybe dancing again later.
— He just wants to dance with you again because he enjoyed how close you were.
۪ ׂ ˖ EPIC
— You're not even able to finish asking if he wants to dance, for he's grabbing your hand and spinning you around before dipping you.
— He'd look down at you and wink with a rose between his teeth—where did the rose come from? You'll likely never know.
— Considering how Epic is, he wouldn't dance a slow waltz or whatnot. He's a flirty skeleton with energy, and that would be shown in his dancing.
— You're going to be dipped more times than you can count, and you'll be spun so much that if he were to let go of you, you'd likely stumble onto the ground.
— It's charming, though—how much you can tell he's enjoying the dance.
— He will end any dance you both do with him picking you up, spinning around for a few seconds, and then putting you back down before getting on his knee and pulling out a candy ring.
— If you don't take it, he'll mumble a "bruh..." and just inhale the candy with a sad look on his face.
Ryland was getting ready to leave for school. “I'll see you later, baby” he said, adjusting his tie and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips like he did every day.
The moment his lips touched yours, the thick, slick product transferred to his lips. The warm scent of vanilla filled his senses, making him pull back slightly.
“Is this a new lip balm?” he asked, his eyes dropping from your eyes to your mouth. You hummed in response, “Yeah, I bought it recently”
While he was used to kissing you with lip balm on, you had never used a flavoured one before.
“M’kay” he muttered. He dipped back down to kiss you properly, his grip on your face tightening as he tasted the vanilla. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Usually, your morning parting kisses were quick because he had to rush out on his bike to reach school on time. Today, however, he lingered. He kept moving his lips against yours, lost in the feel of your mouth as the vanilla mixed with the lingering taste of coffee on his tongue.
For the rest of the day, he couldn't stop kissing you. He kept finding excuses to steal a quick peck, or better yet, pull you into a proper kiss. You were literally just existing, and the man was all over you, constantly leaning in with a quick, “Lemme just...” before pulling you into a smooch. You had to reapply the lip balm dozens of times because half of what you applied ended up on his lips, or directly into his system because he kept licking it off.
A few days later, he kissed you expecting that familiar vanilla flavour he had grown to love. Instead, a sweet, fruity scent hit him just before his lips landed on yours. He made a muffled noise against your mouth before pulling back, his tongue darting out to taste his own lips.
“It’s different” he whispered.
“What?” you asked.
“The flavour” he replied, “It’s not vanilla”
“It’s peach” you informed him.
His gaze dropped to your lips, noticing the sheer, light nude tint.
“‘S nice” he murmured. He leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue brushing the corner of your mouth. A tiny amount of the balm transferred to his tongue before it entered your mouth and he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, you raised your hand to his face, your fingers gently wiping away the excess product smeared below his lips.
“If this keeps up, I'm going to run out of this balm way too soon” you teased.
“You have more than one, so it's fine” he said softly with a small smile.
The next few days went exactly the same way, with Ryland kissing you insistently as if he had absolutely no control over himself.
Then came the day you chose a new flavour - cherry, which left a sheer, slight red tint on your lips. Ryland noticed the difference immediately. The day went on as usual, except Ryland kept cutting you off in the middle of your sentences just to kiss you. Sometimes, his tongue would brush your lips before his actual mouth even touched yours, making you gasp into the kiss.
You were looking at your phone, “Hey, Ry, about dinner, I was thinking-”
He suddenly stepped into your space, and captured your lips in a deep, needy kiss, devouring your mouth like he was trying to taste every drop of it. When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, he murmured against your lips, “Sorry for interrupting you, babe”
You blinked, breathless, a little flush spreading across your cheeks, “It’s fine, but as I was saying-”
He leaned right back down, cutting you off again. His hands found your waist to pull you against him. Yeah, he’s not sorry in the slightest.
Another day brought another flavour - caramel. It amused him because he wasn't eating any toffee, yet he kept getting the sugary taste of it directly from your mouth. This flavour made him nip at your bottom lip a lot as if he were eating actual toffee.
One morning, you were getting ready for the day and reached out to grab whichever tube your fingers landed on first. Ryland, who was tucking his shirt into his jeans, suddenly stopped you.
“Baby, can you...” he trailed off. His eyes were trained on the peach lip balm in your hand, “Can you use the cherry one today?”
You paused, processing his words, before a slow smile spread across your face, “Oh, do you like the cherry one, Ry?” you teased.
A light blush spread across his cheeks, and he finally forced himself to look into your eyes, "Uh, n-no, nothing like that. It just...” He stumbled over his words, trying to find an excuse, “It just tastes the best out of all of them” he managed to say.
You laughed softly, switching the peach tube for the cherry one, “You know, you could just use it on yourself, right?”
He stepped closer to you the second you finished applying it, wrapping his arms around you, “Won't taste as good as it does from you” he murmured, before leaning down to kiss you.
I don't know if someones already said this but PLEASE include more then just rules gore, body horror and nudity in your permissions. I noticed this on over half the profiles/perms I've gone through to make a tracker.
Permissons are hard to write right off the bat, because you don't really think of what you hate immediately. But that doesn't mean there are a TON of things you NEED to add for your own safety.
Perms are NOT to restate artfight TOS.
They are to state what filtered and non filtered content on the platform you are and aren't okay with. Not including something in your permissions doesn't mean "yes, no, or ask" it means no one knows jow you feel about it.
Need to add:
How you feel about ALL FILTERED CONTENT CATEGORIES. This includes Moderate vs Extreme. If you do not know what these are, you need to go back through the filter guide.
What "sensitive content" actually means. I have no issues with people writing drugs or smoking, but I have severe insectaphobia. Sensitive content covers a LOT of topics and you need to specify WHAT that actually means for you. Someone may be fine with drug but be terrified of bugs. Someone may be fine with needles UNLESS they are photo realistic. You ALSO need to STATE you are okay with EVERYTHING in Senstive Content if you are! NOT adding something to your permissions doesn't mean people assume your fine with it!
Yes, No, and Ask, preferably colour coded and at least obviously separated. This may sound stupid but the amount of profiles I've seen who's permissions are hard to read (as someone who struggles with reading on devices or small text) is insane. No one is clicking off because your permissions don't match the colours of your profile, people will if they are hard to read or unclear what's what. COLOUR CODE THESE PLEASE.
Eyestrain! The amount of people who NEVER include this (both on filtered images and perms) is horrible. Tell people if this is okay or not! Tag your images! If someone doesn't have this in their perms ALWAYS PM before. Eyestrain warnings are mainly for people with epilepsy, but can include other conditions like migraines. Tag and add to perms!
Anything else that isn't within filtered content, such as ship/interaction art (canon, non canon, from media, other peoples ocs, etc), mass attacks, genderswaps, species swaps, how much someone is allowed to edit a character, perms around types of attacks (such as physical attacks needing to be shipped or not, if you will pay for shiping, what forms of attacks you do not want, etc). This is needed even if it's not filtered content, because no one wants to spend this much time on an attack only to find out they did something wrong.
NOT Needed
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Would you consider doing a drawing of FellSans in the future? If you need convincing here are some things that might convince you. He’s weaponized confidence, has permanent bedroom eyes, can turn a single shrug into psychological warfare…Also objectively hot.
ask and you shall receive! been meaning to draw this guy again for a while but never got around to it oop- please enjoy hehe
"Fanart of fanfics is kinda crin-" BOOM my version of baker get rekt loser lmao L
Small shitty doodles because i was lazy and didn't want to make a full Baker reference sheet. Fun fact, i call them "Quiet" instead of "Baker" most of the time, but Baker is what stuck more, so Baker it is!
Please imagine that this is like, a really big and well thought comment on your fic @raynova24alt !! My brain is mush recently and i decided to draw baker to counteract that, hope you enjoy!
☆ tagsᝰ.ᐟ: smut, pinv, reader makes fun of clark's apartment. no use of y/n. sorta friends to lovers. hot nerd prime. multiple orgasms. hot nerd prime. reader and prime are both nerds.
☆ in which reader visits prime's apartment and goes "damn bitch you live like this?" inspired by one of my favs x
☆ have you ever tried this one?
"the lack of furniture really ties it together" you satirize, eyes scanning clark's studio apartment, lingering on his choice of "decoration" his unfitted mattress, jammed against one of the apartments dilapidated walls, and his crumpled up super-suit on the kitchen island. and the many many boxes of comics.
"it's not too bad," he huffs, pursing his lips and blowing out a short breath of air "plus its within walking distance from work" he continues, stepping aside to give you the full view of his apartment. glacier blue eyes, beaming like he's showing off his most prized possession, erasing any evidence of the small frown that was on his lips just moments earlier. and technically he was, the apartment, if you could even legally call it that, wasn't much, but it was a place of his own. the first place he's got to call home in a long time that wasn't a prison cell, and this was much nicer than prison.
"well at least your neighbors seem friendly." you reflect, referring to the ladies in apartment 3A who seemed real interested in getting to know clark earlier. going out of their way to talk to him, sticking their suspiciously perfectly styled heads out the front door, flashing him a smile in a attempt to flirt with him, which he was either oblivious to or chose to ignore in favor of talking to you. instead giving you a very opinionated monologue on the latest comic he's read all while leading you up the tortuous set of stairs to his apartment.
"oh yeah, i guess so" he shrugs, kicking a pile of discarded clothes out of the way and into the nearby corner , hopefully managing to do so before they reached your line of sight. its clear he hadn't really put much thought into socializing with them before. not that he wasn't into making new friends, he is, but it's hard to make time for another friendships when his extra-curricular activities take up so much time, then again is that what superman would do?
despite what people might say, clark is trying, but protecting metropolis isn't as easy as it looks in the books he has stacked up in his room, but it's even harder when you have to maintain a new job, in a new universe, with the weight of everyone's opinions on your back. plus he has you, a very welcome distraction to the chaos, and that has to count for something.
the day he met you clark couldn't tell if he is the luckiest or the unluckiest man in metropolis. yes, he was late to work again, and he could without a doubt toss the pipe dream of becoming employee of the month in the trash (no thanks to the small time robbery he had to stop on the way to work this morning), but thanks to all the disconcertion he managed to crash into you. literally. knocking his new phone (now featuring a brand new crack in the screen. great.), along side the issues you picked up from the very place he was running late to, onto the sidewalk.
ordinarily this would be the cherry on top of the shitty cake he'd been handed this morning, missing out on the opportunity he'd been longing for since he got the job and cracking his phone, but without it'd he'd never have run into you. the girl of his dreams who crash landed (ran into him) outside the job of his dreams, now he had to figure out a way to keep from fucking this up too. "they totally mischaracterized him in issue #38" nailed it. he had in fact not nailed it, instead his throwaway comment, sparked a heated debate between the two of you, which surprise!, made him even later to work, but somehow lead to the two of you trading information. his day really was turning around. maybe there was a chance he wasn't too late to get employee of the month.
"you're late. again" his employer said with crossed arms, guess not.
"it's nice clark," you assure, cutting his daydream short, snapping his attention back to you. "could do with some bedsheets though."
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bedsheets? clark didn't need a bedsheets he was going to be superman, plus you don't seem to care about the lack of bedsheets not that he's got you under him. taking his every inch of his dick so well. "fuck- just like that" he encourages dexterous fingers crawling down between your bodies pressing steady pressure to your oversensitive bundle of nerves. "a-and in the next issue the klingon's…" he moans, breath tickling the shell of your ear, hips momentarily stuttering when you tighten around him again. pussy fluttering deliciously around his cock while he goes on about something you didn't quite hear. your eyes watering as he fucks you through your third? fourth? orgasm you've lost count at this point.
"'s too much" you whine, tears steadily streaming down your cheeks, as you clawing at his back. clark, who's hell bent on talking you ear off as if he's not currently fucking your brains out, continues to thrust into you. paying your pleas no mind,
his swollen head perfectly angled to hit that sensitive spot buried into your weeping cunt. pressing a kiss to your cervix with every thrust. "just one more for me, yeah?" he shushes you pressing his lips to your teary cheeks before continuing on with his detailed explanation.
it's not like you could argue, you're too far gone, eyes rolled to the back of your skull as he sloppily pounds into you. thick fingers holding your thighs apart so he can watch his cock disappear into your weeping folds. the symphony of your sweet sounds fill the room, loud enough you're sure his overzealous neighbors could hear.
not that you care, despite the embarrassment you'll surely feel if you were to run into the chatty pair on your way home later. but you aren't, not when his branded chest brushes against your sensitive nipples with every unhurried thrust and he has his lips pressed to your neck. sucking and biting at your flesh.
you're close again he can feel it when you tighten around him again. "mmf-fuck, clark" you breathe, fingers scratching at his back as he adjusts his hips pressing his cock right against that sensitive spot inside of you. your pretty cunt sucking him in, as you desperately paw at his back, and this time clark's not far behind. his ramblings momentarily come to a pause as he focuses all this attention on chasing the high that's steadily building.
with one last push of his hips you're cumming hard. squeezing him tight, and milking him for everything he's worth. clark floods your sweet cunt with his sticky cum. watches your shared mess ooze out from between your folds and spill onto the mattress before he collapses on top of you.
"you're such a dork" your murmur into his skin after taking a few minutes to catch your breath. his cock twitches in response, like the little jab stirred him back to life. "clark!" you squeak when he rolls his hips once again.
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