#muffet's

[infamouzsky]

Wanted to make an animation video when I did this, now Idk anymore x’D BUT I rlly like how this turned out so am posting just so it doesnt sit on my folder til I decide to work on it again skdjhf

[ask-underswap-papyrus-and-sans]

figured since I’m reopening the blog I should update/fix the timeline since the last one didn’t... make sense

my plan as of right now is to consider everything before now chapter 1. chapter 2 will be a 2-year time jump, but nothing has really changed, chara has just made a bit of progress through the underground

[just-some-bones]

whenever you get sad drunk i could say it was a lot funnier in my head but it actually was not

[odderancyart]

Cuteness

Yes, Blue knows he's cute. Adorable, even. Yes, thank you, he knows

AO3

The bell above the white-painted door tinkled as Blue slid it open. Warmth washed over him as he stepped over the threshold and he quickly closed the door behind him, so it wouldn’t slip out. Muffet’s was always warm, so that her spiderlings wouldn’t get exposed to the extreme chill of their small town. The café was full of people, sitting around round tables between the pink-painted walls and the glass counter, in which pastries were showcased. At the end of it, there’s a wooden part of it with bar chairs, and Blue rolled his eyes as he saw his brother sitting there, leaning heavily on the counter and chatting with Muffet.

“Papy!” he called out, marching up to the counter. He waved at Dogamy and Dogaressa, and at Bonnie, the leader of the Lapine Unit, as he made his way past them.

Jerking in surprise, Stretch looked up. His eyes were half-lidded as he waved lazily. “Oh, hey, bro.”

“You should’ve been home a fucking hour ago, Papyrus,” he complained, leaning on the counter. Stretch frowned at his swear, but that was okay. He was squeamish like that, didn’t like swearing at all. Now, that he could see Muffet narrow her eyes, that was something else. Though it might be because something else? “Dinner is cold, and Twist is coming over in twenty damn minutes.”

“Sans,” Muffet interrupted. “You shouldn’t swear, it isn’t nice.”

Yep. It was the swearing. Holding in a sigh, Blue smiled sweetly and turned to her. “Muffet, I am twenty-one years old. I think I’m old enough, don’t you?”

The look on her face was enough answer. No. Someone like Sans shouldn’t swear, ever, right? He glanced down at himself, at his jeans and hoodie with a panda-face on. Cute, right. Smiling brightly at her, he grabbed his brother’s arm. “Come on, Papy. I’ll carry you if I have to.”

That got Stretch on his feet. Blue would, and with Stretch being so much taller than him, it would get uncomfortable quickly if Blue wasn’t careful. And they both knew Blue rarely was when he was annoyed. Giving Muffet a last smile, he pulled Stretch outside. When the door closed behind them, Stretch smiled apologetically at him.

“Sorry ‘bout her, Sans. Want me to talk with her?”

“No,” he sighed. “It wouldn’t do anything good. I’m cute, you know that. So fucking cute.”

Stretch patted his head compassionately. “So, you mentioned Twist?”

“Don’t tell me you forgot!”

…

“Blue, you’re out of corn!” Razz’s voice came from inside the kitchen. Stopping mid-step, Blue sighed. He knew he had forgotten something. He peeked into the other room to throw Razz the apron he’d just been getting from the laundry. His friend caught it without issue.

“Dammit,” he said. “I’ll rush over to the shop and get some. Anything else we need?”

As he pulled the apron over his head, Razz considered it. “Not for this, but if you don’t mind, pick up some bread I can bring home. The food transports are late again. I’ll pay you back, obviously.”

Blue nodded. “Sure!”

He’d been happy to pay, but Razz wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t too long ago he’d refused to buy food to bring home from the Taleverses at all. Prideful bastard. Waving goodbye, Blue hurried outside, slamming the front door closed behind him.

Rushing through Snowdin didn’t take long. His feet smattered against the snow-covered street, his jeans jacket fluttering behind him, before he came to an abrupt stop in front of the Shop. When he stepped inside, Dogamy’s smile immediately greeted him from behind the counter. Dogaressa and their puppies were there too. As soon as they saw him, the puppies flocked around Blue. He laughed, ruffling their fur as he made his way through the ocean of dog monsters toward the counter.

“Hi!” he greeted happily. “I forgot to buy corn earlier, and Razz wants some bread. As much as possible, please.”

“Sure thing, kiddo!” Dogamy said, ducking into the pantry behind the counter. Blue resisted the urge to roll his eyes at being called a kid. Dogamy had been calling him that since he was a toddler, he couldn’t really blame him, he supposed.

“Snas! Snas!” one of the puppies chanted, holding up her arms and jumping in place. “Rocket!” They didn’t quite understand what a rocket was, but that was what Blue called it, so she did too. Chuckling, Blue hoisted her up in the air. The pup shrieked in joy.

“Aw,” Dogaressa cooed. Her dark eyes glittered. “You’re so cute.”

Blue twitched, is grin wavering for a moment.

He knew.

…

Leaning against the wooden counter, Blue grinned as Grillby handed him another cocktail, this one pink with a small umbrella. He poured half of it into his mouth while the bartender watched in amusement, his flames flickering toward the ceiling. Grillby’s was a fancy bar, with polished wooden tables and dark-painted walls. Quite the contrast to its owner who, while still elegant, fancied pastel blue suits. Firelings hung around the room, serving customers and chatting with each other in Flame.

Blue drank the rest of the sweet-tasting drink before slamming the glass down on the counter. The world spun lightly. Or no, tilted might be more accurate. “Told you I could drink more than you,” he told the Aaron sitting next to him, who looked a bit green from drinking too much.

“…You should leave,” Grillby told the Aaron, staring intently at him. “…I don’t want vomit on my floor.”

At first it looked like he might protest, but then he slammed a hand over his mouth and rushed toward the bathrooms. Now when they were on the Surface, Grillby’s had those, for the rare human customers’ benefits. It had proven quite useful also for monsters during late nights.

Giggling, Blue turned toward his friend. “They never learn,” he chuckled before hiccupping. “’Tiny, adorable Blue can’t drink.’ Another, please?”

“…Rough day?” Grillby asked, curious, as he began mixing liquids with practiced movements. Since it was alcohol, there was no danger for him if he spilled some. He did sell water bottles nowadays, but he didn’t quite like handling even those.

Huffing, Blue shrugged. “The usual. I’m almost through university, and twenty-six, and yet people treat me like I’m a godsdamned child. Not the humans, actually. They’re a lot better at this: probably because they have no idea whether I look young or not. But even Alphys doesn’t seem to realize I’m not a fucking child. Also we need money, but that’s at least only temporary.”

“…That’s rough. Here,” the elemental said, handing him yet another glass. A fancy margarita glass with a yellow liquid in. “…My offer is still standing.”

Yeah, to work part-time as a bartender here. Grillby would pay well, and Blue couldn’t deny it would be good to have some more money, especially now when both he and his brother were studying. The only question was whether he had time. “I’m considering it,” he promised. Grillby was his best friend after all, even more than Alphys and Razz, so working for him seemed fun.

The bell rang in the back of the room, signalling someone had entered. A gasp came from the back of the room as Blue smutted on his new drink.

“Sans!” a familiar voice called out. When Blue turned around it was Bonnie who had spoken. “You shouldn’t drink!”

Without a word, Grillby put down a bottle of whisky next to Blue’s arm. Blue sent him a grateful glance, reaching out to uncork it. Stars. He had never been happier to have Grillby as a friend. He lifted the bottle to his mouth, and drank.

…

The next morning, Blue’s head throbbed violently as he woke up. Groaning, he rolled over, relieved to see a headache pill and a glass of water on the bedtable. His brother was the best. Just as he swallowed, his phone started vibrating. As he picked it up, the light making his eyes hurt, he found he had at least four missed calls from Razz. He yawned as he picked up. “Y’ello?” His voice slurred slightly, mixing up his words.

“Fucking finally, lazyass,” Razz’s voice came through. “It’s eleven AM.”

“S’rry.” Blue rubbed his eyes with his wrist. “What izzit?”

“You called me at two AM demanding I go shopping with you in our ‘Fellverse stores’, as you called them?” Razz sounded highly confused. Likely he had an eyebrow raised as he spoke, and his forehead wrinkled. “Something about being cute? You do realize our fashion isn’t exactly ideal for looking sweet, right?”

Blue’s mouth formed an O as he stared at the dark blue wall of his bedroom. He couldn’t remember any of this, but- “That’s a brilliant idea!” He winced at his own loudness.

“It’s your fucking idea?”

“Drunk me’s,” Blue corrected, “and drunk me’s a genius. When are you free?”

“Saturday?” Razz still sounded just as confused, though some amusement had crept into his tone.

“See you then,” Blue chirped, quieter this time. A bewildered Razz returned the greeting. As he exited the call, Blue grinned, ignoring the headache in favour of pulling up some sites that sold Fell-style clothing.

To hell with being cute.

He couldn’t wait to see Muffet’s reaction.

[lucifeniia]

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[letshavepunsoffun]

How would fell and tale sans and swap papyrus react to chilling with their human crush at grilbys/muffets on the surface and mid sentence they look at him scared, say "excuse me" and practically run to the bathrooms, and a few seconds later someone bursts in grabs him by the collar and screams "where are they?!"

Mafia S/O. I blame society. And pickles. Always the mafia pickles…-ModMaudyUF Sans: He tenses up from the look in your eyes alone. He tries to stop you from leaving, but he’s not quick enough. So now he’s just sat, wondering why you left. Maybe you really had to pee.Heh. Humans are weir– Someone grabbed him by his collar and yanked him up, out of his chair. His feet couldn’t touch the ground. Out of instinct, his left eye began to glow red. He was met face-to-face with a rather intimidating individual.“Where are they?!” the person shouts. The whole diner was silent, watching the scene unfold.Sans lifted his hand and placed it tightly around the wrist of the threatening person. “What do you want with them?” Sans’s voice was low and vibrated in the ears of the onlookers. Though he asked the question, he didn’t really care for an answer. So he didn’t wait for one. Within seconds, his intimidater became the intimidated. The person was on the ground, soul forcefully smashed against the floor by a deep crimson magic, radiating from Sans.The skeleton stands over his victim’s crippling body, and voices a warning in a deep tone.“Stay away from them. I don’t know what you want, but you ain’t getting it. So back off.”With that, he’ll push them out of the diner with his magic, and stand on guard should the individual come back for round two.After this event, he’ll ask you who that person was, what they wanted, and if you think they’ll come back. He stays on high alert of you for weeks.UT Sans: Your fear gives him an unsettling feeling.  He tries to question you, but you’re already half way to the bathrooms before he can formulate a sentence. He’s confused, and really not certain what to do, but decides to wait until you come back. He figures it’s a human problem, and his worry subsides.Until the diner doors slam open. Sans caught a glimpse of Grillby flare up in surprise before he was grabbed by his collar and yanked out of his seat. He could feel his feet dangling, what felt like yards, above the ground. His eyes lights vanished as he raised his head to face his captor.“Where are they?!” They? Who? Was this person talking about you? Sans felt dread flood his system. You were involved with something dangerous. Great. This was just perfect…“Where’s who, buddy?” Trying his best to handle the situation without putting anyone else in harms way, he puts one hand behind his back and motions for Grillby to call someone from the Royal Guard. They were trained to deal with these problems, and it would keep the other customers safe.“If you’re talking about the fries, I haven’t ordered them yet. Ketchup with me later, though.” His habit of puns took over for a moment as he racked his brain on what to do. He didn’t want to use his magic and risk hurting a customer on accident. But at the same time, he didn’t mind the thought of hurting this person just a bit to ward them off.He ends up just letting the intimidater hold him above the ground, demanding where you where, and telling the occasional pun to keep them from grabbing at someone else, until the Royal Guard show up and relieve the situation.Sans will ask you about it afterwards. Once you tell him what’s going on, he gives you a hug and internally promises to keep you safe.US Papyrus: He can sense your fear before you even look at him. When you flee, he stands up, prepared to follow you until he sees you heading for the bathrooms. Then he just stands there, worry flooding his mind. He hopes you’re alright.He stiffens and raises his shoulders when the doors to the cafe slam open and a rather tough looking person storms in. When he notices them coming straight for him, he takes a step back.They approach him with a scowl and grab his collar, pulling him downwards to see him face-to-face. Papyrus scrunches his face up to glare at them.“Where are they?!” They demand, tightening their grip on his collar.Papyrus keeps his hands in his pockets as his eye ridges furrow deeply. “Why are you looking for them? What do you want?” His voice sounded a lot calmer than he felt.He could see Muffet standing in the corner of the cafe, with a face that could only mean, “Should I call for help?” Papyrus gives a slight nod in her direction, and looks away as she scurries back into the kitchen. He didn’t need help should a fight break out. However, this person seemed dangerous.Now, he wasn’t one to judge by appearance alone, but when you’re forcing yourself onto someone as you attempt to threaten information out of them… Well, you’re obviously not harmless.Papyrus wanted them off the streets and away from others. Specifically away from you.Papyrus is yanked from his thoughts, literally, and pulled closer to this person. They demand again, “Where are they!?” Papyrus huffs and gives them a shrug, “Dunno. You just missed them.” The person lets go and pushes Papyrus back.But before they can extract their arm from his reach, Papyrus grabs their wrist and this time, he’s the one pulling them forward.“But maybe you should stay a while.” Spiders began lowering from the ceiling. “After all. Wouldn’t want you to get tangled up in traffic.”The spiders wrap this person up and Papyrus stays at the cafe until  authorities arrive.After all this is over, he asks you about it. When you tell him, he pulls you into a hug. From that day onward, you’re under Papyrus Protection Program. And you ain’t getting out of it.(Now lemme just interrupt and throw out this idea: The person was a friend of yours, and you two were just playing an intense game of hide-and-seek. :) You’re welcome for ruining the dramatic mood. )

[illtrytobegood]

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[ask-underswap-papyrus-and-sans]

Are puzzles loved by everyone in the Underground? Is there anyone who doesn't like or love puzzles?

Papyrus: not really, most people love them

Sans: Especially me!

Papyrus: yeah, well, since it seems like the threat is gone, why don’t you go back home while we finish our date?

Sans: Oh, yeah, sure