32 / Female/ Gray Ace and Panromantic/ Main blog of Sinsational-Sinnabon. Watch me simp over skeletons in Real Time. Featuring Memery, Bad puns, and other things I enjoy. May include NSFW content.
I am 32 years old, my pronouns are She/Her, and I'm Panromantic/ Asexual
When I am not running huge printers, I'm usually grinding my horns off trying to work on three major fanfics at once! I write mostly Sans x Reader (Undertale) and am currently trying to complete a series with a Reader of every soul type! If you want to check out my work- you can find me here! -> My Ao3
While my side blog Sinsational-Sinnabon is dedicated to fic updates, new chapter posts, and content directly surrounding my writing, this main blog here will be a beautifully chaotic mess of Undertale, Anime I like, Skeleton Simping and Self Shipping, and writing tips.
I also like insects, reptiles, and fly in the furry circles so some of that will pop in occasionally too.
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My Fic Link Masterpost
Rated: Mature or Explicit, though most of my work is 90% plot except for A Done Deal.
✨ A Done Deal 🧡 - Underfell Sans x Reader (Complete E2L)
✨ Kill Him With Kindness 💚 Undertale Sans x Reader (Slave AU)
✨ SoulBound 💛 Underfell Sans X Reader (Enemies to Lovers)
✨ Dating... Start? 🩵 Undertale Sans X Reader (Friends to Lovers)
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My Favorite Fics That Everyone Should Read
✨ Without Red - By @merrinbrite
✨ Fur A Good Time, Call - By @popatochisssp
✨Promises On The Reaping - By @sauce-salad-bowl
✨ These Are Our Days - By Rehlia
✨ A Puzzle Just For Me - By @neroli9
✨ More to come!
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Okay, But What Else Do You Do?
Sometimes! When I get motivated enough! I draw! Mostly undertale stuff these days, and cute/funny/dumb little self ship comics or scenes from my fics.
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Do You Bite?
Not unless threatened or bribed~ I am always looking to make friends with Fellow fic writers, Sans Self Shippers, and Undertale/ Anime lovers! Feel free to interact with me, pop into my inbox, and gush about cute bone boys. If you read/post about my fics or rune-bless, draw stuff for them, PLEASE tag the hell out of me so I can scream to the heavens.
If you follow me and I peep your blog and see that you look cool, I will likely follow back. <3
YIPPIEEEEE then um my first humble request is can we get more clingy Sans headcanons? Please? Pretty please? 🥺🥺
EEEE yes I love love love clingy Sans
For one, I think he’d be super subtle about it when you’re friends or in the early stages of a relationship. He would kinda act like a cat that likes you, never really outwardly expressing it but somehow he’s always hanging out in the same room as you. As your relationship progresses it will very very slowly get more obvious. He’ll send you internet videos when he misses you. He will sit one (1) couch cushion closer to you. He will ask you when your days off work are and then strategically plan his own schedule around the time he can hang out with you.
The main reason he plays so nonchalant is that he’s worried if he expresses the true extent of his feelings for you too soon in the relationship then you’ll get freaked out or overwhelmed. He wants to maintain his chill, relaxed demeanor for as long as possible so you feel comfortable. Emotionally healthy? Nope!
Once he’s truly comfortable in a relationship (which will be YEARS down the line) he will be a little more clear about his clingy-ness. When you’re gone for more than a couple of hours he texts you like “i miss you :(( when will you return from war” or maybe sends you photos of your pet(s) saying “look how sad they are. abandoned. cast out. how could you.” and you just text back like “Sans it’s been two hours, I’m literally on my way back.”
When you’re hanging out together, he’s always touching you somehow. Early in the relationship it’s probably just leaning his shoulder on yours or pressing the side of his thigh to yours. Later on, he usually has an arm around your waist or shoulder, or his phalanges interlaced with your fingers. In private, he’s always cuddling you, no matter what you’re doing. Cooking? Boom, arms wrapped around your waist and head on your shoulder. Watching tv? Either he’s draped over you or you’re draped over him. In bed? Good luck getting away!! He’s deceptively strong, and if he’s asleep, he will be very grumbly if you try to get up.
In general, his clingyness doesn’t stem from a place of insecurity, but rather the overwhelming desire to be close to you at all times. Logically, yes, he knows couples need time apart, but tell that to his soul!! He feels like a part of him is missing when you’re not around. He’ll get better at dealing with it the longer you’re in a relationship, but he’d always rather be with you than without you.
Biiiig question for Killer, do you have to constantly change sheets or pillow cases cause of the goop from your eyes? Since it sounds like a hassle to clean up :[
Yes, but Killer doesn't usually care enough to change them.
...Either that, or it just avoids the bed and gets all over you.
You like writing for the bad sanses huh. Then may I request Horror x Reader fluff? Anything more specific is author's choice. Thanks!
Cooking would be Horror's main love language.
In Nightmare's castle, the skeleton is almost always in the kitchen—not because he didn't have his own room, but because he was always busy making new things or researching different foods.
So, since he was usually in the kitchen, he often made things for you.
He would make your favorite foods and bake whatever pastries you liked, but he would also make new things he believed you'd like. If you tasted something he made and even remotely liked it, he'll find another food that's similar just to see if you like it any better.
On the topic of meals, he never lets you miss one. You're getting breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If you want snacks, he'll happily provide those too.
If you're still in bed by the time breakfast rolls around? He's bringing yours and his food into your room so you both can eat together.
He doesn't care if you tell him you're not hungry or that you already ate, for he'll still make you sit down at the table before putting a plate in front of you. He wouldn't expect you to eat it all, but he needs to at least see you take a bite.
He does that because he doesn't like the idea of you being hungry. If there's food available, you're going to eat—even if it's just a little bit.
If you have cravings, all you have to do is tell him and he'll be quick to make whatever it is you want. If you're having those craving moments where you aren't sure what exactly it is you're craving, don't worry, he'll figure it out—he somehow always manages to.
If you want to give him a gift, please give him his own book to write recipes in. Write his name on the front page so as soon as he opens it, he'll be greeted with your handwriting.
He'd probably stare at the front page for a while before setting it down to give you a hug.
A lot of his recipes would have your name written somewhere. He'd write down your name in your favorite recipes of his, and he'd also write down specific modifications on certain recipes just so he makes it the way you like.
He would also have tabs that lead to your favorite recipes just so he can quickly get to them so he can cook or bake for you.
I have a silly idea — Reader asking Classic or Killer “Would you still love me if i was a worm?? 🥺🥺🥺”
Not so silly alternative idea — Reader asking “Would you still love me if i was a rock? 🥺🥺” and we timeskip to Sans sitting beside Reader’s grave.
chose to write 'bout classic loving you as a worm, and its safe to say he would. more love than what you were mentally prepared for.
"Ah, Yes. Worm Time."
'Ask a man a dumb question, and you'll get.. apparently a more thought-out answer than you were expecting?'
Word Count: 1,100
Pairing: Sans x Reader
The living room is the absolute perfect temperature.
A slow day meant to be spent indoors with a loved one, doing.. pretty much not a damn thing in the company of each other.
It's comfortable. A preferred pace of literally nothing as you faintly register the fact a calm rain has started. The short-term and brain-deteriorating content on your phone all you were really caring about—without actually caring much about it.
Something you do to shut your mind off and pass a bit of time, really. A popular activity when you're sitting with Sans in the living room, butts imprinted on the cushions that sink.
In your typical position of you sat upright and flush to the backrest, while Sans… He takes a much more cuddly approach. Something you would have taken for your own, but he long established you as his teddy bear before you could protest.
..Not that you would have objected.
His legs slung over the arm of the couch, head tucked into your lap, and a little on his side facing away from you so he can read his Kindle.
The situation perfect for mindlessly scritching his skull as you just as mindlessly watch video shorts. The two of you parallel playing in content silence, snug as a bug.
…
Up until the random and unfiltered stories turned to something that actually sparked a coherent thought and an interest.
Super cute and various trends girlfriends record and do with their boyfriends. 'Would You Rathers', something where they try to finish each others' sentences, a.. 'Blindfold Kiss Challenge'? And…
The worm thing.
You forgot all about the fabled worm thing…
Would Sans do that with you?—Why was that even a question, of course he would. In a soulbeat. Dumbass cutesy shit is what he lives for. Y'all have even baked a cake with you blindfolded and him muted, so.. Like…
Movement from your lap draws you out of the one train of thought you had, though you quickly find a new one upon looking down to see what it is he's doing.
Getting impossibly more comfortable on you. Like he belongs there, on you, in your care and against your warmth.
You're struck with cuteness aggression, but you keep your hands to yourself for now.
During his adjustments, he caught your soft gaze in his peripheral, and he stops to more properly turn his head and look up at you.
His smile shifts lopsided upon 'catching you' looking at him all sweetly, and his smirk opens to prompt, "yess..?" Hoping to get something out of engaging you. Maybe a little compliment about how cute he is, because why else would you be gazing down at him like this?
But.. all he gets is a stupid and horrendously blunt question, with a tone of voice as neutral as possible, "Would you love me if I were a worm?"
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…
He quirks a brow, though there's no other change in expression the way he's staring at you.
You push, not any deterred, "Serious inquiry."
Sans' smile very quickly changes to something bordering on insanity, his eyesockets squinting in absolute mirth—the change so fast you get a little whiplash of surprise—the type of face you've come to recognize as 'you hit his autism jackpot with this one.'
What has he done?
"i just gotta show ya somethin'."
He's already standing up, Kindle long-gone to his Inventory, and your hand is taken to pull you up to your feet with him.
You're.. being dragged to his room?
The smile he's sporting is audible, "been waiting for this question."
"Literally what? What does that mean?"
His door is slammed open, and he drops your hand to jog in.
"Sans."
You know he is absolutely vibrating with excitement when he puts in the physical effort to get on his stomach(?) and reach far beneath his bed.
Sans slings out a few sweaters that were folded, a box of Jordan's with.. you ignore the price tag you caught a glimpse of. Some heavy textbooks you could squash a horde of roaches with in one blow, more clothes (?).
Three over-flowing folders. Unnecessarily fancy ones made of brown leather, corners decorated in gold trim, and is the type with the three rings that hold papers in place.
He sits up onto his knees with them in hand. And while kicking his things back under, catches you staring weird. "what?"
Pointing at his alpha-wolf-CEO-ass folders, "How much did you spend on those?"
"garage sale. 5 gold each."
Huh.
The used-to-be-expensive folders get thrown onto his mattress, where—with excessive and giddy flare, paired with a wink at you—he swings the first one open.
Front page is labeled "The Varieties of Glass Enclosures: The Pros and Cons to Each Kind".
…Ain't no way.
He begins his presentation, "so," flipping through to pictures of different glass jars and bottles, "starting off small, we got these. cutesy and portable, sure—something i think you'd like to live in if you were a worm, but the lack of space would make it difficult to spoil you rotten. and also, a lot of these have such narrow openings, so you wouldn't even get to have a cool rock."
You're given a very pointed and serious look, "you need a cool rock." Turning back to his folder, "so these are a no-go."
He skips about twelve pages to get to aquariums that could take up an entire garage, "you'd be a worm, so i imagine it'll be okay for me to commit federal fraud under your credit lender to buy you the best of the best."
"while we're here, could you please pick out an enclosure for yourself? it would really save me the stress on my heart organ if you did it yourself. i'd hate to inconvenience you with any poor choices i make."
"…" Safe to say you're blanked the hell out.
He playfully pushes, "…well?"
You pinch your brow and shut your eyes, trying to figure out if this is real or not. "Can I decide later?"
A shrug of bony shoulders tells you that's not a problem at all, "yep!—ah, while we're also here, and something i think you'd have a far easier time deciding on than your permanent place of stay…"
Another folder is taken from the pile, and opened up to a random page somewhere in the middle.
Clothes he's drawn pictures of. And as he goes through the papers, you see he's made dozens. "how about we pick out some wormy clothes for you? something nice and presentable!"