#bbqketchup

[absurdmageart]

October 9 - BBQKetchup

[tdoompoet]

Inspired by the 2018 Flufftober drabbles by BlueDysania

(link in the notes)

[messedupessy]

For the ship thing what about BBQketchup (Slim and Sans)?

Sup Burla UwU ❤ and ohhh this will be fun and interesting af ohhh bc god Rus is way more work than Sans would like pfftjgkerknj and also sorry for the wait I got sick and also been busy but here goes!

who’s the cuddler: both, both of them are very cuddly, Rus maybe a bit more because he is one needy af hoe, and is extremely clingy which Sans is kind of ok with but he do need his space at times which Rus is pretty shitty with. 

who makes the bed: neither, they are both filthy af shitty goblins and there is a reason why they are on the lowest scale I got when it comes to who is the cleanliest out of all the skellies, bc Rus is the worst with Sans in second.  So no bed making at all between these two nasties. 

who wakes up first: it varies allot, as like Rus barely sleeps he usually like only sleep for like 1-2 hours a night and Sans sleeps allot but he still kindaish get up earlyish as he got his jobs to take care of etc, so it varies allot. 

who has the weird taste in music: bothish, like Sans hasn’t changed his playlist for the last 10 years something and also listen to extremely memey songs etc, like he would listen to songs that are just fart sounds just because, while Rus he usually listens to more metal and angsty shit but also asmr like allot of asmr which is weird shit, so think they are pretty equal. 

who is more protective: Rus, he is one protective af bitch unless he is stopped, which Sans do not like he don’t need to be protected in such a way or been all possessed over, and Rus is a very possessive person, not controlling but possessive, so they clash there af especially since Sans want none of that shit.

who sings in the shower: neither, though both sing if they wanna piss someone off who is in need of the bathroom bc they are shitty boys pfft. 

who cries during movies: neither, they are not the crying sort. 

who spends the most while out shopping: Sans, as he got actual money, and spends some on prank stuff and other shitty stuff but still like not hella lot, tho technically it could be Rus since he just don’t have much of it and spend it on cigs etc so he ends up with none which in turn is him spending all his money so yeah pfft  

who kisses more roughly: Rus, he really really likes it rough af and alongside the fact he got very sharp teeth so is his kisses very rough, which Sans is completely ok with but would prefer it at times for stuff to be much softer, which is a bit hard to get Rus to do, especially since these two don’t fully get along and often ends up a bit frustrated and irritated at the other, especially Sans as Rus is way too much work and trouble for him.  

who is more dominate: Both kindaish, like in bed Rus is prolly the more dominant as Sans ends up been more of a pillow princess in bed with him, but in general they are pretty matched bc Sans will not accept any of Rus’s bullshit pft. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: mhhh 7/10 I think, its mostly because its very hard for these two to get together in such a way as Rus is way more trouble than Sans is comfortable with, like he got way too many issues and shit would turn unhealthy fast, they could work as like fuck buddies on their own but to be more when its just them is not really possible to work, they need a third to make stuff work who can help them both with their stuff as Sans got some shit going on too though not as extreme as Rus’s issues but still issues ye, I have went with Stretch to make them work which is a given Stretch is my perfect buffer for this kind of stuff after all pfft xD

Ship ask thingie here, still taking them if ya wanna send more in ye

[drabbletale]

.saturn.

BBQKetchup

FSR!Papyrus/UT!Sans 250 Word Drabble

((Pointless fluff is fun tho, right?))

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"do you really understand what you're reading?" Slim had asked the skeleton at the study table before he could stop himself. Despite his immense anxiety, he was rarely able to avoid speaking when a thought popped into his head. His brother constantly told him off for it.

The other skeleton looked back at him with a lazy smile and, never breaking eye contact, turned his copy of 'Journal of Astrophysics' around to show that he had been hiding a joke book on the inside. "knock knock."

"uh... who's there?"

"0 K...."

"ok who?"

"hey buddy, absolute zero is no joking matter."

Slim couldn't help the small smile as he sat down across the table from the other. "but why the science book?"

The skeleton chuckled and set both the books down in front of him, leaning towards Slim while resting his chin on his palms. "to impress cute guys, i guess."

"does it work?"

"heh. you tell me."

The realization took a couple of seconds, but when it did, Slim's face was flushed. Was... was he the cute guy? That's what this jokester meant by that, right? Was he being stupid again or... "i, uh... i'm slim..."

"sans, at your service." Sans winked, only making his face more orange. "knock knock."

"........ who's there?"

"saturn."

"saturn who?"

"i saturn my phone, or i'd try and get your number."

His laugh was probably too loud for a library, but it only seemed to make Sans smile larger. He wrote his cell number on a reference sheet.

[skelebitty-store-and-shelter]

I want a BBQKetchup bitty with a little tail! Scenario please! AAAAHH I'm SO excited!

(AAA I LOVE BBQKETCHUP BLESS YOUR SOUL ALSO YES TAILBONE WIGGLES ARE MY L I F E)

You walk in with a specific bitty type in mind. SwapFell Papyrus and Tale Sans hybrid shouldn’t be too much of a request, right? And there should be some kind of tailbone extension gene, maybe? Your doubts hit you when you came in and couldn’t see any tails under their clothes.

You’re approached by a concerned Coin that looks up at you with a Canadian penny. Not rare, but not common. You laugh at the small lamia and take his offering. With a little chirp, he slithers off to the front desk, disappearing behind it.

As you follow him, you see that he’s hanging out with many hybrids. There was one full size HoneyVenom under there, but the rest were bitties. You spot that there’s a BBQKetchup bitty looking at you from the corner. He has a small hole in his baggy shirt and you see a small coccyx wagging slowly, though quite low as he seems shy. You begin to approach him but freeze when you feel a hand on your head.

You get out from under the desk and meet eye to eye with Myst, the owner of the hand on your head. They flash a sly smile at you.

“Sorry bud, Coin’s not for sale. I know he’s cute, but he’s taken.”

You look at them with a confused expression. You know Coin, you know that he has a SOUL bond with Myst, so you reassure them that you didn’t expect to get him. You go back under and point to the BBQKetchup bitty that looked sad that you left for a moment.

“Ooo, you’re interested in Rusty?” Your heart sinks at knowing he has a name. Maybe he’s taken... “He was returned by someone who had a little dog that didn’t like him. I’m sure you’ll want to get to know hi-”

“Can they adopt me, Mister Myst?” Rusty was now up, he has a bit of a limp on his left leg. “They seem really nice...”

“Well well well, I guess he already warmed up to you.” Myst smiles at him and picks Rusty up, letting him sit on the desk. “If they want to, then of course you can.”

You smile happily at Rusty, watching his little tail wag high at the thought of going home with you. “It’s a deal,” you say to him. “Let’s go home, Rusty.”

[yastaghr]

Kinktober 2018: Day 19

Pairing:  BBQKetchup (implied Swapfellcest/Undertale Sans) Kink: Formal Wear Warnings: NSFW, formal wear, bdsm,  Ao3: Coming Soon

Slim sipped on what had to be the grossest-tasting cocktail he’d ever been forced to drink. Then again, it was a lovely reddish-purple color, just like Razz’s magic. How could he have picked anything else? He’d just have to dump this somewhere his Grillby wouldn’t see. Speaking of out of sight, he had no idea where his brother had ended up.

Razz had told him to “STAY PUT AND DON’T BREAK ANYTHING”. He’d done so, despite the fact that Razz had left him uncollared for the night. Of course it was when his brother was nowhere in sight that the dance music started.

Slim loved to dance; not popular dances, with their sweaty hands and incessant bobbing, nor club dances, with their claustrophobic press of bodies and overwhelm of lighting. No. What he enjoyed were these older and more elaborate dances. Long gloves, sweeping skirts, dips, turns - he loved them all. But without his brother he couldn’t do anything.

“hey, slim! razz’s over by the chocolate fountain. what’re you doing all the way over here?”

Slim turned around and stepped to the side of a pillar. Approaching him from the other side was Tale Sans. He was wearing the prettiest dress. It was cobalt blue to match his magic, but the sequins on it, sparse on top, thick on bottom, were black, making the whole thing look like a darkening gradient. It was a mermaid-style dress with dropped shoulders. That left Sans’ gorgeous clavicles in full view.

Well, if Razz was at the chocolate fountain he wasn’t going to budge for an hour. Meanwhile slim was missing out on more music when he could be dancing! And there happened to be a convenient, lovely skeleton in front of him in a stunning dress.

“sans,” slim asked, figuring why not, “would you care to dance with me?”

Sans blinked at him. Then he looked around. Then he laughed, but his eyes were nervous. He said, “that’s funny. i know you always dance with razz. i wouldn’t-”

“you see my collar, right?” Slim said. Sans blinked, then leaned in. Slim could see practically to his pelvis!

“uh, now that you mention it, no,” Sans hesitantly said.

Slim smiled down at him, “that’s cause razz set me free for tonight. i wouldn’t ask you if i thought you’d get in trouble for it. i just really like to dance.”

Sans started wringing his hands. He said, “i’m not very good, though. i’ll probably step on your toes.”

Slim shrugged and said, “even if you do, you only do 1 damage, plus the poisoning from my lv, will still barely make a dent in my hp. i’ll be fine. please dance with me?”

Sans searched his face, then sighed. Score. The puppy dog eyes never failed. Sans reluctantly said, “okay. but only until razz is done.”

Slim smiled and said, “of course.”

He pulled his new partner onto the floor just as the band struck up one of his favorite waltzes. Sans face lit up. He moved with Slim much more confidently. Slim doubted that this waltz would give him any troubles. And Slim knew he’d wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off his stunning dance partner.

[hhhhunty]

This is how you ship right

[levi-lev]

... Héhéhéhé bbqketcheup ;) (i’m not at all trying to inspire peoples to get more, noooooooo)

luv ya ! comment here or on my ask box if you want more, or something else ^^