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Do you have any horrortale headcanons? 👀

DO I???

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Yes. The answer is 100000000% yes.

Okay, so most of the monsters became vegetarian when they came to the surface. However, they can eat certain meats, like certain types of pork and chicken. But beef and the like just brings up really bad memories

My Horrortale Sans is called Teddy or Bear, and my Horrortale Papyrus is called Sweets or Sugar, though I normally do Teddy and Sweets.

Sweets stands at about 10’, and Teddy is around 7’9.

Sweets has awful vision and gets glasses the second he gets on the surface. It takes him a year or two for him to get comfortable with the idea of getting dental work done, but he will, and gets braces among other things.

Teddy’s memory is shot. He carries around a notebook to help him remember, but even that doesn’t always work. His speech is a bit slower as well.

Undyne was killed when the monsters first surfaced. The cause is unknown, but many suspect it was the monsters themselves that killed the empress.

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The figure took a step toward her, and Mia shrieked, diving even further under the table. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, so loud she was scared the creature could hear it.

The bone resting in it’s hand was sharp, drenched in the crimson of her parent’s blood, and she kept a hand to her mouth to keep from vomiting. The figure’s grip on the weapon tightened, and he took another step forward....

Before pausing.

Mia bit down hard on her hand, trying to keep as quiet as possible. It could surely see her, it’s eyelight was trained right on her, but perhaps if she was quiet enough she could avoid provoking it into violence.

The creature’s eyelight seemed to waver slightly, before the flame erupting from it died down. The bone clenched in it’s hand disappeared, and it seemed to back up.

That was all it took for Mia to bolt towards the stairs.

The thing was too close to the front door, she’d never make it out. She could only hope to loose him in the house long enough to make it back downstairs and out the door.

Mia ran into her parents room, slipping under the bed and bringing her hand back to her mouth. She could hear the thing’s footsteps on the stairs, echoing through the silent house like a ghost.

The bedroom door opened a little wider, and the thing stepped inside.

Part two of the story inspired by @bigoltrashpile!!!

Read part one here!!!

Noir/MafiafellPapyrus (C) @bigoltrashpile

Mia (C) Me/@an-ironic-cheesecake

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@lonely-depths asked:

Bro, if I ever pass up an opportunity to write about these two dorks, assume I have been replaced with a clone.

- The goddamn sock.

- Papyrus despises that sock. Sans has gone as far as to name it just to mess with Papyrus.

- (FYI, Sans named the sock Socky. He said it was to match Rocky, but in reality he was just too lazy to think up a better name.)

- Papyrus reluctantly agrees to let Sans keep the sock out as long as he doesn’t try to feed it.

- Sans immediately tries to feed it.

- Sans and Papyrus have this weird unspoken thing where Papyrus always leaves a plate of food out for Sans, because he knows Sans has an odd sleeping schedule and he’s gonna wake up for a midnight snack.

- In return, Sans records any show Papyrus wants to watch but is too busy to, just so that he can watch it later.

- Sans frequently blasts Spooky Scary Skeletons to annoy Papyrus.

- Papyrus says he hates it but he secretly thinks it’s catchy.

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Fluff? Cute meet fluff?

You dare challenge me? The angst king? To write fluff???

....

Eh sure, why the hell not.

Keep in mind I don’t normally do “X Readers” unless specifically asked and if I have the motivation to, so for this I’m just gonna do one of the S/Os from “The Mafia Angst Collection” (yes that’s what I’m calling it)

Not sure if you wanted a base rundown or a one shot so I just did a base rundown, might come back to this later.

Oakley met Hound at a bakery.

He had heard about Muffet’s and curiosity got the better of him. So he headed over and bought a few things, and was just about to leave when Hound stopped him.

He’s forgotten to bring enough money for tax and was asking Oakley for just a dollar or two.

And what kind of person would Oakley be if he ignored such cute puppy dog eyes?

Hound offered to pay Oakley back but he refused, saying the only payment he wanted was Hound’s number.

Cue a very flustered Hound.

But in the end Oakley got his payment, and it turned into weekly dates at Muffet’s.

Hound (C) @bigoltrashpile

Oakley (C) Me/@an-ironic-cheesecake

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The house was quiet.

That was very unusual considering how many skeletons lived there, but the house was dead silent.

Scar hadn’t been home in a few days, determined to find Hailey.

Not that he could.

The others were sullen, quiet. The only two that were acting normally were Sans and Papyrus, and even they felt a pang of sadness when around the others.

The house was silent.

Eventually Papyrus had had enough. And he sat them down, all of them, and another conversation had begun.

This conversation was different.

At the end of it, each skeleton broke away to go hunt down their former S/Os.

There were more conversations to be had.

The universe works in very odd ways. A mass coincidence of pain happened to be one of those odd ways.

New conversations would come in the future, but I don’t think it’s my place to share them.

I do have to ask, what do you think happened?

(AND THUS ENDS MY GREAT REIGN OF ANGST AND PAIN ON YOU ALL, THANK YOU GOODNIGHT)

FUCK YEAH, THAT’S A WONDERFUL END TO IT!!!!!!  Papyrus is the voice of reason, as always, the one brain cell of the house!  Fuck yeah, they all gonna SORT THIS OUT LIKE ADULTS!!!!!!!!!

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Something was up.

Nico wasn’t stupid. Something was most certainly wrong with Sans. He had been distant, his laughs more often than not forced, and she was reluctant to give affection.

Nico would be lying if they said it didn’t hurt.

They had decided to corner him when he got home, determined to figure out what was wrong.

And so the conversation had begun.

It was going on two hours now, not that either of them were keeping track of time.

Sans had spilt everything. Y/N’s confession, his conflicting feelings, everything that had happened before Nico had come into the picture.

They worked something out.

Y/N was called over the next day, and another conversation had begun. This one was much shorter, and eventually they had come to an agreement.

And thus, two became three.

Nico would be lying if they said they didn’t like the new arrangement. Sure, it was different, but was comfortable. There were days where Sans and Y/N would have time to themselves, and on days like those, Nico busied themself with other tasks and enjoyed a day to do whatever they wanted. There were other days, the days they liked the most, where Sans would be their’s for the day. It was almost like the relationship before, before the Conversation.

And then, there were the bigger days.

The days where Sans and Y/N and Nico, all three of them, would hang out and enjoy each other. Those days happened most frequently, and they were cozy. Sweet and domestic.

They were perfect.

Just like Sans and Y/N. They were positively, absolutely perfect.

OH THANK GOD THIS TURNED OUT SWEET!!!!!! I love this so much, theyre both so cute!!!!!

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Miracle didn’t react to what Slim had said, even as he frantically tried to back track and correct himself.

She felt numb.

She stood, and made her way over to him. He grew silent as she approached...and she pressed a kiss to his teeth.

“I understand. It’s alright. I wish you two the best.”

And with that, she left.

The rest of the night was a blur, drinking and dancing and partying, but the one thing that stayed clear in her mind was what Slim had said.

“i love them.”

A man approached her, she had danced with him earlier. Too many drinks for both of them, and the hotel next door had open rooms.

Fine, Slim. You can love them.

He wrapped her up in a kiss, pushing her back onto the bed gently.

I hope they make you happy.

She made quick work unbuttoning his shirt, kissing him again. It meant nothing, but the gesture felt good.

And I hope this makes me happy to.

She rolled out of bed the next morning. The guy from the bar was still asleep, and he stayed that way as she shrugged on her clothes and left the hotel.

She showed up on their doorstep a week later. Lucky answered, his face dropping into one of concern when he saw her face.

“I-I’m-“

That’s all it took before the dam broke, and Lucky pulled her in for a hug, bringing her inside the house

She hoped it would make her happy. She hoped the second time too, and the third, and the forth.

It didn’t.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA POOR BABY NEEDS HEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS AND MAYBE A HUG I WANT TO GIVE HER A HUUUUUUUUUUUUUG

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“doll, please.”

Something about that nickname, spoken as if he hadn’t just said he was in love with someone else, made something snap inside of Mica.

It had been twisting and curling in their gut, making them feel sick....

And it all came undone.

“I’m done!! I’ve lost every fucking thing I’ve ever had!! I lost my parents, I lost my siblings, I lost my whole fucking house-“

They were screaming. When had they started doing that?

They could hear the other skeletons in the house moving upstairs, going down the staircase....

When Mica spoke again, their voice was quiet, broken.

“...And now I lost you too. I lost the only good fucking thing I had left.”

Butch didn’t say anything. He simply stared, his mouth agape and tears in the corners of his sockets.

“You were the only thing I had left. I loved you. I loved you so fucking much Butch. You saved me so many times, I loved you so much it fucking hurt.”

More silence. Noir had entered the room, towering over his brother and demanding to know what had happened.

Mica watched, listening to Butch’s feeble attempt at an explanation, before interrupting.

“I hope they make you happy.”

The tension in the room was so thick Mica could taste it.

“I hope they make you so fucking happy Butch. I hope they make you feel like you’re floating, I hope whenever they smile you smile because they’re happy and that’s what matters, I hope that you two can stay at home and sleep in and go out and be happy together.”

He started to speak, but Mica stopped him.

“And then I hope they break your fucking heart.”

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! THESE POOR BABIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Hailey watched as her little girl ran around the park. It was cold, likely to snow that night, but Hailey and said that if she ate all her vegetables, she could go outside.

Hailey was anything but a liar.

Her little girl, June, came back with a little frog cupped in her hands. Her eyes seemed to glow even brighter than normal as she proudly displayed the creature to her mom.

“I caught a frog!”

Hailey smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of June’s head.

“I can see that. I’m proud of you. Why don’t you let him go back home, and we can go and make some hot chocolate back at the house, alright?”

June lit up, releasing the frog and taking her mother’s hand

“Okay!”

June was all the good things Scar was. Her eyes glowed a bright violet, and her teeth were sharp, pointed like a sharks. And yet....

Her hair was soft, like the rest of her. She was proud, yes, but kind, and so very loyal to her family.

Hailey smile, and picked June up.

She had never told June who her father was, though she had asked plenty of times. Hailey wasn’t ready to tell her about all the pain she had gone through.

Moving, finding protection with a new mafia, avoiding Scar, and giving birth alone....

No, June was much to young to know the pain Hailey had dealt with.

Maybe when she was older.

Maybe when Hailey could stop crying whenever she saw news of the first monster-human marriage, between Scar and Y/N.

Yes, that could be saved for another day.

I've never felt so guilty for wanting to write fluff ;-;

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Send me ideas broskis

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Something felt very, very off. Even to Al, who lived in a house full of eight magical skeletons who also partook in the mafia.

Something felt off.

They shook their head, clearing the thoughts buzzing around.

Nothing is wrong. I’m probably just tired.

With a sigh, they put their car into park and got out, locking the door behind them and making their way to the house.

It still felt off.

Al stuck the key into the keyhole, and after a few tries, finally opened the door.

And proceeded to turn right back around and walk to their car.

There were many things Al could take. Mountains of requests from followers, college, annoying people at work.

But they refused to try and handle the 80’s nightmare sitting on the couch.

A short story for @bigoltrashpile, inspired by something on their blog XD

Fresh (C) @loverofpiggies

Al (C) @bigoltrashpile

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Mia was sure she was going to die.

Who wouldn’t be? A skeleton had broken into their house, slaughtered their parents, and was now standing above them, his red eye light up and staring down at them.

It had all started at around 10 at night.

Mia was still up, despite having been tucked in at around 8. She had just started to read chapter books, which was apparently very advanced for a 5 year old.

She was proud of herself, her accomplishments, and thus was reading by flashlight, determined to get through an entire chapter book without help from her parents.

And then, the sound of shattering glass echoed from downstairs.

She could hear her father get up, her him cock his gun and slowly make his way downstairs. Mia was scared, but she wanted to be there for her father, to help.

And so, shee very quietly rose from her bed, still in her nightgown, and crept out into the hallway.

She could see the back of her father, making his way down the stairs, and she quietly went after him, stepping over the creaky step at the very bottom.

Mia slipped under the table in the living room, near the broken window, as her father checked the closets.

She watched as another figure approached, and before she could shout some kind of warning, a sharp bone was protruding from her father’s chest.

He made a choked noise, dropping the gun and causing it to fire off. Mia jumped and hid farther under the table, bringing a hand to her mouth to try and quiet her cries.

Her mother came downstairs and the figure made quick work of her as well.

And a loud sob escaped Mia’s mouth.

The figure turned, it’s eyes glowing a bright ruby red, and it stepped out of the shadows.

It was more terrifying than Mia had imagined.

He (She thought it was a he, at least) was skeletal and tall, his bones sharp. He was covered in her parents blood, and was giving her a very, very dark look.

She didn’t like that look.

Not at all.

Part one of the story inspired by @bigoltrashpile!!!

Mia (C) @an-ironic-cheesecake

Noir (C) @bigoltrashpile

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Harlem didn’t know why he was worried.

After hearing what Y/N had said to Papyrus, his datemate, a sinking feeling had filed his gut and he almost ran.

But Papyrus, ever so sweet and kind and smart, knew he was there.

And so the conversation had begun.

At this point it had become an hour long conversation, discussing the future of their relationship...and whether or not Y/N would be a part of it.

Harlem liked Y/N. They were funny, and caring, and despite having just confessed to his datemate, Harlem still enjoyed their company.

The answer to Papyrus’s question came easily to him

“I’m okay with that. Welcome to the relationship, Y/N.”

He said it with a flourish and jazz hands, making Y/N giggle. Papyrus scooped them both up, pressing a kiss to each of their lips.

No, Harlem didn’t see why he had worried.

His Papyrus was ever the sweetheart, even if he wasn’t only his anymore.

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!! My precious husband is too sweet to break anyone's heart, this makes me so happy! ;w;

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“I WAS STUPID TO THINK OF DATING ANYONE ELSE.”

God, Hailey really wished Scar was saying that to her.

But he wasn’t. He was saying it to them, to Y/N.

And Hailey wasn’t stupid.

She was very, very tempted to say something witty, something that would gloss over the feeling of being shot in the heart.

Why was her mouth so dry?

She turned, walking out of the room. Hound let her in the hallway, voicing concern and confusion.

Hailey just pointed to Scar’s office, her mouth still to dry to speak.

She made it to the door of the building before she collapsed. Sobs shaked his entire body. Her face felt heated, not unlike how it felt whenever Scar held her hand, or kissed her, or straightened her hair.....

Hailey sobbed again, wrapping her arms around herself in a small attempt at a hug. It felt so different to how it felt when Scar hugged her, and maybe that’s what gave her the strength to finally stop crying.

The strength to finally face the facts.

1. Hailey was absolutely and positively in love with Scar.

2. He wasn’t in love with her.

And 3. The positive pregnancy test in her pocket only made things worse.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT LAST LINE MADE IT SO MUCH WOOOOOOOOOOOOORSE!!!!!!!!! WAY TO MAKE ME CRY

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Oakley has never been this angry at Hound.

Come to think of it, he had never been angry at Hound. Not once during the relationship.

But it was very, very hard not to be angry right now. Not when he was scooping up Y/N, giving them a kiss, touching them and loving them like he had loved Oakley.

“You know, I had just come up here to bring you your lunch. But now? I think I’m gonna go.”

Hound spun around, Y/N still in his arms, and Okaley’s throat tightened. Hound stammered over his words, trying to apologize, but Oakley stopped him.

“No. No, I don’t want to hear what you have to say. You...You said you loved me. So what, was I just someone for you to use to move on? Was that it?”

Hound said nothing, looking incredibly guilty. He was taking this, and that only made Oakley angrier.

“Fuck. You. You don’t just use someone like that! You don’t just hurt someone like that!!”

His voice was growing into a shout, and he could hear Scar behind him, concerned and on guard. He whipped around to face Scar, swallowing to keep from crying.

He was not going to cry. Not in front of Hound.

“Call me when your brother isn’t acting a fucking fool.”

He goes to leave, but pauses.

Even after all this, it was so hard to stay mad at Hound.

“...I hope they’re everything you want, Hound. I wish you two the best.”

NOOOOOOOO POOR OAKLEY HE DESERVES BETTEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!! God, I feel so bad for writing these now ;-;

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It was very, very hard to breathe.

Arielle knew that she could, she could feel her chest rise and fall with each breath.

But it was very, very hard to breathe.

“SILLY HUMAN, I AM NOT YOURS, YOU ARE MINE!!”

Those words weren’t meant for her. She wasn’t the ones in his arms, wasn’t the one with a flush to her face, wasn’t the one leaning in for a kiss.

She wasn’t his anymore.

Amber could feel her body shake, and for some reason she couldn’t make a single noise. Which really was an issue, considering the thoughts that she would like to share with Noir.

You liar, you fucking liar! You promised! You swore I was yours!! You liar!!

Amber didn’t think her movements were hers. Why was she turning away, rushing out the front door and ignoring Lucky’s concern?

Why was she backing out of the driveway just as Noir appeared in the doorway?

She could hear Noir call her name, a very frantic tone to his voice.

She had never heard him so afraid.

But it didn’t matter. Her foot was already on the pedal, pushing down and driving off, away from the house.

She couldn’t go home, Noir would be there.

So instead of heading home to curl up in bed, which she desperately wanted to do, Amber continued to drive, past her cozy house, past the border of the city of Ebbot.

When had she started crying?

NOOOOO I FEEL LIKE SUCH A JERK NOW THIS IS TERRIBLE YOURE GONNA MAKE ME CRYYYYYYYY

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Violet didn’t know what to expect when she went to check up on Lucky in his office.

She knew that a long time friend of his, Y/N, had come to visit, but she hadn’t thought much of it. After all, she trusted Lucky completely. It was why she had agreed to date him, why she was so head over heels in love with him.

So when she opened the door just to see him dip Y/N into a kiss, completely oblivious of her entrance…

She didn’t know what to think.

Y/N saw her though. Their eyes locked, and she could see the panic and fear in their eyes.

Violet said nothing.

She had always trusted Lucky. Always adored him. Despite all his flirting, he was loyal, and genuine, and kind.

And Y/N deserved him. They deserved someone so wonderful in every way. Violet had met Y/N ages who, and they had become almost friends.

She liked them. They were sweet. Y/N and Lucky were practically made for each other.

Maybe that’s why she closed the door silently, turning to go to Lucky’s bedroom. Maybe that’s why she grabbed what few belongings had made their way to the house due to her frequent visits.

Maybe that’s why she left without looking at the other skeletons, who were giving her curious looks.

Violet was many things. And as she walked away from the house, starting up her car and backing out of the driveway, driving down the road back to her apartment, she knew that she was not angry.

Even as it got harder and harder to breath, even as her sight got blurry with tears, making her pull over in fear of crashing.

She was not angry.

(PLEASE TAKE MT SUBMISSION PRIVILEGES AWAY I’M BAD AT WRITING)

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THIS IS SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!  HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FEEL THINGS, I LOVE IT I’M GONNA CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYY