#sansxreader

[kru83]

i think he like u

[elementjennyy]

🔭💙

A gift ♡

[libbieminie]

Hii i'm planning on updating the ocxcanon comic soon, like in this week, but for now!!! Here are some things that I think the skelebros would appreciate if their partner told them

Sans

• "It's okey Sans, you're now underground anymore"

I think he can forget that in his routine, he still have his old habits from back then and sometimes he loses hope to continue because he stills underground, but he isn't! And even if you don't know about his fear of the reset, because you're not aware, he can't be tied to that, he wants to move on.

• "You don't need to be the funny and lazybones with me, y'know?"

I don't think Sans is that hiper depressed suicidal skeleton, but i think he's a little bit more deterministic(that one philosophical current) and fakes with the ppl so nobody can really know him or get attached, more than his brother lol.

So probably hes avoiding and being so funny so you forget that he isn't telling you the truth, and even in that context, he's happy he has someone who he can trust more freely.

• "If i know who you were, i'm not gonna run, i'm gonna stay and love you more"

I have a long HC about the skelebros past, that i'm gonna rant over other day, but to me, he's so embarrased of his past, and he can't see why someone like you could love him with the knowledge of what he did.

Papyrus

• "You are really helpfull Papyrus"

He never really has been helpfull to someone, people just tend to ignore his advice and since his failed attempt to a proper fence for stop humans, or his spaghetti... and nobody ask him for help anymore, so that type of things are really heartwarming for him, he likes being usefull for the people he loves.

• "I didn't know you were that strong, thats so cool!"

For some reason that he never knew or understood, nobody seems to realize that he's strong, and capable, and hearing You think like that of him, ah, he loves that. He loves You.

• "I knew you could do it, i'm soo happy for you"

• "why i would lie to you? I know you are not stupid, i don't need or want to hide things from you"

• "You're not childish, what? You're just happy and very funny, i don't know who made you think like that but thats not true"

With these three things i think it's the same sensation for him, everybody seems to think of him like this, manchild, this incompenent, incapable, dumb and naive boy, but he's not, and he hates that type of thing, but You can see him for him, for who he is and not for what he seems like, everybody just lie and try to protect him when he don't need that, like Undyne making up that cooking lessons just to distract him from the royal guard, or Sans that keeps things away from him with his stupid jokes or white lies like he's some kind of child that need protection to preserve his innocence.

He thinks that you seeing him, is one second thing most fantastic that You can offer him, they first is you in general.

Thats all!! Byeee!! Xoxox

[xxbubbleytea]

sometimes I think about what would happen if I got transported into the undertale multiverse and when I entertain that train of thought and how realistically I’d probably get along with the characters, I’m like

what would papyrus think about my pixel art tattoo of him, cape swaying in the wind, on my thigh, very obviously showing evidence of being blurred and faded for longer than he’s known me

he’d probably be HONOURED and sans, if unaware of my predicament, would think his brother has a stalker

until he saw his own pixel art tattoo. on my other thigh . winking with a whoopee cushion in his hand

my fuck ass would try and pull my shorts down further as I sceddaddle but accidentally get my shirt caught and yanked down as well, while I’m turned around, perfectly displaying the deltarune symbol below the back of my neck, where I’d proceed to fall on my face

this haunts me

and it’s why I’m currently saving up for those tattoos

SANS AND PAPYRUS ARE REAL SENTIENT PEOPLE IN ANOTHER WORLD I scream as they drag me into the asylum

[sanssucker9999]

Welcome to my asks!

Note that ask should be somewhat about the Underverse but I’m willing to draw anything you want!

I’m also open to drawing other fandoms but I’m mostly going to draw Underverse

Dos:

Sfw

Semi nsfw

Thirst traps lmao

Ships

Error pairs

Angst

Ocs

Art trades

Doodles

Lore drops

Don’ts :

NSFW heavy

Problematic pairings

Non consenting pairs

Sensitive topics

I’ll do any asks!

[monster-lover-13]

Second piece Heavenly did from my fanfiction Here's to You, Doll! Sans looks so cute here >.<

Reposted with Permission.

Artist: hunni_bunniz on X

[ant1quar1an]

Story Idea

Considering writing a story where Monsterkind comes from Mars or some other planet and comes to Earth. Upon getting to the place that has been dubbed by the other species out in space as "That Planet" they realise that there is a reason why Earth is called that.

Reader is an ambassador of sorts and is hired from their simple retail job in order to show the Monster royalties and their friends around the world.

Eventually, Sans and Reader fall in love as these stories go, but there's plenty of fun along the way. I can imagine them freaking out about how most things on Earth are just out to kill us, yet we still persevere despite it all.

... My only barrier is the fact I have never travelled places, and wish to portray the different countries correctly.

Then again, I could just swap the names out and still have a similar environment and lore.

[aka-indulgence]

Trans-universal Crimes (Very Bad, Needs Jail)

So a couple days ago I was feeling >:C and while I was simmering, I got the idea for a kinda domestic, silly Error/Reader scenario. Some comfort, tomfoolery, some implied big dramatic past with Error... yeh

Error/Reader(Gender neutral)

You come to Error’s anti-void angy and Error finds a way to calm you down -w-

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He arranged the two dolls on his bed, a small you and for a doll of himself sitting against the pillow with their heads against each other.

“i love you error!” He says in a squeaky voice while waving your doll’s hand.

“aw i love you too baby,” He responds through his doll in a voice deeper than his usual one.

He makes the dolls kiss and gets into a giggling fit, the doll you giving his doll more kisses after that.

He almost throws them away out of instinct when he feels his device vibrating in his pocket. The dolls lay on his bed as he takes out his “”phone”” and sees your face on the screen.

“mmmneh,” He takes the dolls and stuffs them into the box with the rest of his dolls and puppets, making sure they’re hidden. Then he turns around, making sure his coat looks fine, then opens a glitched ‘doorway’ to you.

“hey-”

“Hi Error, how are you,” you say clipped, throwing down your bag down and walking past him.

Maybe someone else might feel nervous or annoyed at the response, but Error merely thought hm… bad day?

He turns around and sees you stomping towards the bed, jumping face down into it. You grab the pillow and start screaming into it.

Error glides towards you, perching on your side. He hesitates for a moment, but eventually he pats your back.

“do you wanna tell me what happened?”

“Mmmrfff….” you groan, turning over to face up. “Sorry for just barging in like this… can I hug you?”

“of course.”

Even though you were clearly in a bad mood, Error still enjoyed the feeling of your arms around him. Even after all this time being with you, it still baffles him how he can feel not only comfortable, but happy to be touching you.

You put your head against his shoulder and let out a long sigh.

“... Ok so,” you start, “I was at work right, and…”

“... And then he!!! And I was trying to!!! But no, he didn’t want to hear it and he just left and I just wanna!”

You pull your hands away to grab the pillow again, punching it. In that moment Error was glad he didn’t decide to hide the dolls there, or he’d feel pretty sad for them.

You were… screeching? Squealing? … Squearching…?

“I wanna tear someone’s head off!” You barked, ‘strangling’ the pillow now.

“ba… babe,”

“I just wanna…. URGH!!!!” you pummel the pillow.

“sweetheart,”

pof pof pof.

“my darling my dear, love of my life,”

“Yes?!”

…. If you were a monster, Error doesn’t doubt he’d see red eyes looking at him right now. Your cheeks were flushed a different kind of red, he could see your eyes were tearing up a bit, and he sure doesn’t see a glower on your face often.

He doesn’t judge, of course. In the past when he got angry…

Well, in comparison wanting to decapitate someone was very light. And of course he knows that when you say something like that you’re not serious.

All those times in the past when he thought you were serious and offered to kill for you, to be met with very aggressive “NO”s…

“uh. you wanna mess with one of my alternate selves?”

“I- ……… what?”

Your instant deflation assures him that he’s doing the right thing, but also, he feels very flustered trying to calm you down.

“me. sanses. do you wanna see a small prank?”

Error isn’t… very good at talking out problems. Not yet, at least. He did his best already, listening to you, agreeing that the guy from work was an absolute dickhead, offering… shaky words of comfort (he needed to work on that more).

“i mean… since there’s nothing else we can do right now,”

“Yeah. I wish I could punch that asshole. But I don’t think teleporting in his house and beating him up is gonna be a great idea in hindsight.”

He could totally pretend to be a ghost and “haunt” the prick, but for you, he won’t.

“so why don’t you take it out on something less… murdery?”

“...” You stare at him. Error almost backpedals at the silence, but, “I can’t believe you out of all people are telling me to be less murdery. Who are you and what did you do to Error?”

“heh… you’re just rubbing off on me.” He gives your cheek a peck, before taking your hand and guiding you to the sofa bean bag.

As you both sink into it, Error could already see an improvement in your mood.

“Um… why are we sitting here again? I thought you said you wanted to prank someone, not watch ‘TV’.”

“no, we’re not watching undernovela,” as much as he wanted to, now that you mentioned it. “but when you can open portals to other universes anywhere you want, you don’t even have to move, and just… just watch.”

You’re not sure what Error even does when he opens these ‘windows’. How does the antivoid know when to disintegrate through glitches? Does he wave his hands like glitch-magic? Really feels like a very expensive HD TV when it stretches out in front of you, with amazing 3D. Even though.. that’s because you’re literally looking at another universe through the portal.

Even though your boyfriend’s Error Sans, angry glitchy outlier of the multiverse, you… don’t really know much about other universes. You only really knew the anti void and whatever universe Error liked watching, like… what’s it called… Outertale..? The one with a lot of stars.

You didn’t recognize the universe that opened up to you. For the most part it looks familiar, modern day. You don’t know what you’re looking at right now, looks like a living room? Red carpet, black sofa. A familiar joke book on the cushions.

You hear some rustling from a different room.

“darlin’ where d’ya want me to put the…? ok.”

More rustling.

Then from the doorway, a skeleton that you have recognized to be “A Sans” walks in, carrying a paper bag with oil stains on it, moving to slump into the sofa.

… He looks bigger than the Sanses you’ve seen. He was built… solid. Wide shoulders. More eye catching than that, he had a gold tooth. No wait- he had shark-like teeth? His eyelights were red pinpricks, and his clothing was…. edgy. Black, red and gold. Red sweater, black hoodie with fluff on the hood.

“He looks edgy as fuck.”

“HAH!” Error slaps his knee. “babe, you don’t know the half of it.”

“What’s this one called?”

“underfell.” He swings an arm to rest on the beanbag behind you. “but i also like to call this the edgeverse. a lot of monsters wear those colors. basically imagine if they were all part of biker gangs.”

“No.”

“really.”

The… Underfell? Sans? Puts the bag between his legs, reaching in to grab a burger. It looks like delicious, greasy goodness. He reaches with his other hand and takes out some french fries, shoveling it into his mouth.

“gross.”

“...” You look at your very smug looking outcode boyfriend. “You do that.”

You want to laugh at him instantly dropping his grin.

“uh- hey look!”

You look back to the window and…

… Wow, you don’t know how Error is so non-chalant about it. You always have a weird… existential feeling whenever you see yourself in another universe. You’re coming in with two tall cups, putting them on the short table in front of the sofa. One of them seems to be holding your favorite drink.

The… other you sits down next to the Sans. He throws his arm over them, leaning back. You could see how more relaxed he is not that they’re there and…

You look back at your position with Error. You see that his arm had sunk further down, and is resting against your back now.

“m? what’s up?”

You look back at Error. In the past you had been terrified of him and his face, his crazy eyes, the streaks from his sockets. But now when he’s looking at you like this, slight concern in his voice… you can’t help but find him cute.

“No, it’s nothing, nevermind.”

Underfell you’s voice brings your attention back to the window. “Sans, I can’t find the remote.”

Man is it weird to hear your voice come from someone else…

“heh. i think yer hand’s not long enough to dig under here.”

And that Sans’ voice. It sounds uncannily similar to Error’s except a bit more rough and deeper.

He puts the burger on the sofa’s side (after putting it on top of some tissues), and digs his hand in between the cushions.

“heheheheheh…” Error then starts chuckling, “watch this.”

He reaches through the window and just- grabs the burger.

“Hey! What’re you doing?”

“shh shh, you have to look,”

Eventually, underfell Sans fishes the remote out.

“We really have to stop putting it on the sofa.”

“eh. i see it as a relatively safe container.” underfell Sans shrugs, turning the TV on.

Your other self reaches into the bag, taking out a similar looking burger. That’s when underfell Sans reaches beside him.

You and Error watch as he at first only pats around the tissue, clearly feeling the light crumbs on it. The patting only gets more frantic, and eventually underfell Sans turns to look at it.

Error was already quietly giggling to himself as he’s holding the burger (he kinda looks like a kid. It was cute), but when you see underfell Sans lean over the sofa arm and look with wide sockets, a laugh escapes you.

He looks… so confused…!

And when he looks back at the paper bag, shoving his hand in it with increase urgency, before putting his face in it- you couldn’t help but start giggling.

“What’s wrong?”

“m… my burger,”

Underfell Sans sounds distraught.

“What do you mean…?”

“did… is that,”

The other you looks mildly bewildered when Sans grabs their burger with a vigor, sniffing it and opening it up.

“Sans what’s going on,”

“no…. this is yours,” he says absentmindedly, handing it back to them.

“Sans. You didn’t,”

“it was there!”

“HAHAH!” you hold your stomach. “Error do you do this a lot? You look at a Sans and steal their food?”

“not all of them.” Error pauses. “i just like messing with this sans the most.”

“Did it fall?” underfell you asks. Sans sounds defeated as he stands up and looks around the sofa like a sad puppy.

“no…. it’s not here…”

“Next time, take it out when you’re about to eat it maybe?”

Error chuckles, looking at the burger with victory. “yeah, maybe you should.”

“Error, stop being mean,” you say, even while you’re smiling.

“you think this is mean? watch.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt as emotionally attached as to when Error opened his mouth and moved the burger towards it.

“Error nooo!!”

“it’s just a bite, its fine.”

You grab Error’s arm, pulling it away.

“Noooo….. don’t… it’s his burger…” you try to give you the biggest doe eyes you can muster, even as you’re playing a bit of tug of war with his arm.

“it’s… fine… he won’t… mind!” he exclaims as he pulls his hand enough to take a bite.

“NOO!!” you look at underfell Sans. He’s still looking around the tables, probably thinking the burger fell down somewhere. He was completely oblivious to the tragedy that had occurred to his beloved burger.

You do however, manage to snatch the burger away from Error.

“hey!”

“He needs his burger!” you say. Even if you couldn’t save the whole thing, at least that Sans would have something to eat.

Right as underfell Sans sits down next to them, you put the burger back through the window.

“Oops,” the burger slips out of your hand and tumbles from the tissue against Sans’ arm. He must really be out of it, because he almost jumps out of the sofa when he felt it.

“what the fuck-”

Underfell Sans’ emphatic fuck gets you into another bout of laughter with Error.

“it- it has a bite on it?!”

Besides you, Error is bending over his knees, hitting the bean bag.

“D… did you eat it already?”

“no!!!”

You’re starting to run out of your breath as underfell Sans looks at the burger like an enigma.

“what the fuck….”

Underfell Sans’ brows were deep between his sockets, staring it for a couple of seconds.

Soon after that he just starts eating it, still with a look of puzzlement, and a little bit of aggression as he bites into it.

You look at Error. He turns to you, smiling wide, innocently.

“what?”

“Error… stop stealing his food!” you give him a playful shove, and he puts a hand against his chest in mock offense.

“c’mon, you’re smiling!”

You don’t try to stop it of course, but you still pat his cheek at his teasing.

You hear the other you’s talk to their Sans. “It’s ok, I can get you another one the next time.”

They have to stretch a bit, but they give Sans a peck on the cheek. He lifts a hand- apparently holding their’s, pressing it against his cheek.

… This is really putting you in a cuddly mood. So you mirror them, and lean to give Error a kiss.

“Thanks for doing this for me, Error.”

You could see glitches flashing over his sockets. You know they’re good ones by the blush over his cheekbones.

“n.. n-no problem.” he mutters, rubbing his cheek. His smile seems ‘fresher’ somehow, brighter.

He leans his skull against your shoulder.

“do you wanna try messing with him more?” Error asks.

You look at the couple. You don’t know what they’re watching, but it looks like a romance movie had started playing.

You look at the Sans. It’d be really funny if you placed something in his hood…

“Nah.” you answer. “Those burgers are making me hungry, lets get something to eat.”