#stalker sans

[radskull-69]

DISCLAIMER! I don’t support stalking (legally forced to say that)

With that out the way i learned the meaning behind this song and with how dark it is i think it fits these two regarding everything. Though i made them go on different sides since its lou (the white guy) is the one that kills sans in the end (spoilers lol!)

[archivedantiques]

Does Dust have a npc crew before he meets them or is he a solo captain of a ship that he can control with magic?

HEHEHEHE THANK FOR THE ASK

So! he had a crew before he became the Captain of The Shadow, but they were mercilessly slaughtered by The Shadow herself.

As a punishment for messing around with things he didn't understand, Dust was forced into the Captain position- kept alive, but forced to witness the death of the crew he led there.

His past crew was constructed of my own Sanses:

Stalker, from Stalkertale. Reserved, cold, dangerous- an endurance hunter, with a cracked mask covering his horrible face injury.

Void, from Undervoid. Not so much reserved as he is quiet. Tall, with a long tail that has an axehead for a tip. Very agile, very muchly silly.

Amity, from Amitytale. A cheery, light-hearted gremlin that's only dangerous and aggressive when he's fucked around with. he can go from 0 to 100 in a split-second, too fast for anyone to track, but a smile always remains on his face.

Dawn, from Darktale. Manipulative, amused, light-footed with rather sticky hands. He's a dangerous foe to have, but an incredibly loyal friend.

Of course there are more, but those are the ones I can remember! :D

The Shadow has a mind of her own, though is now forever connected to Dust's magic and visa-versa. So he doesn't need a crew, but he sure does get lonely sometimes, with only the voices of those lost to The Shadow to talk to.

The song, by the way, is this:

[lictvison]

"*Stares*"

Stalker has many jackets, also i change a little bit they face desing

[tbma-whitewing]

[msmkcreates]

"Rainbows"

Pairing: HT!Sans/Reader

Content: Fluff

This is a drabble for animedancer14 (it won't let me tag you D:) in exchange for the coffee they provided to support me! Thank you so much for the support, and here's some fluffy Axe/Reader, just a small continuation of the Sunshine oneshot I wrote!

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Fog.

That's what it usually felt like.

His head was so foggy. It made him tired to think too hard too fast, and his stamina was already undesirably low. He took forever to answer a question, and sometimes he forgot the question and his answer made no sense.

Frustration.

A constant emotion. Why does it take so long to process what he wants for dinner? He can't go to restaurants because he can't stand the waiter standing around waiting for his decision. He can't stand the shops because it takes 5 whole minutes to answer “Cash or Credit”. On a good day, he at the most makes it out to the garden to lounge in the sun as Sugar tends the garden.

So why he was here, he didn't even know. But he couldn't help himself, he had sensed you and somehow his feet had followed before he could think.

...Sunshine.

It’s what he's taken to calling you in his mind. He's bad with names, so even though you'd introduced yourself at least three times now, he could only remember that you felt like sunshine: warm and inviting and relaxing. Even in this crowded coffee shop, when you took the moment to smile at him from behind the counter, it’s like the fog lifts and he can think again, he can breathe again, even surrounded by strange faces.

So against his better judgement, if that's even a thing he has anymore, he's taken to...following you about. Just things like going to the same store at the same time, so he can focus while he shops, or like walking a few paces behind you to work every day to make sure nobody bothers you, or passing by to check on you from afar throughout the day and clear his head. He can't think when you're too far. Can't do anything.

...Sugar thinks he just suddenly got amped about exercise.

A coffee clicked against the table in front of him and he smiled, feeling the fog wane as he looked up at you.

“What're you doin’ here, stranger?” You teased, sitting across from him with a coffee of your own, nails a quirky seafoam against the deep brown travel mug.

“y’know, bean here and there. needed a pick-me-up,” he chuckled, taking a sip. It's sickeningly sweet, compared to his usual black coffee, but the longer order was easy to autopilot at the counter. “saw you workin’ so i thought the line was worth it.”

Damn. If only you knew he was only this quick around you. How do you do that?

“Mmhmm. Nothing to do with how you followed me to work today? Or how you walked by the shop at least 45 times before walking in?”

You watched his one good eyelight constrict in panic, and you were quick to reach out and cover his hand with yours in reassurance. He looked at the joined hands and then back at you, clearly lost, scared, and curious all at the same time, close to overwhelmed.

“Relax, boneboy, I'm not mad. I mean, I'm not blind--you've been doing it since you bought all those cookies from me, and it isn't easy to miss the way you're always there when I need you."

The look on his skull said it all to you--he's so easy to read. Is he scary? Do you think he's a weirdo stalker? Why are you so calm? When does the bad part happen?

“...not a stalker.”

“Didn't say you were,” you giggled. “But, if you were my stalker, I wouldn't mind so much.”

“...don’t get it.”

“Nothing to get,” you chuckled. “...I think it’s cute.”

“...cute?”

“Of course,” your eyes glinted, and for a moment he saw himself reflected there, and it was glorious--his visage through your eyes.

When you leaned over to kiss him gently, all he could do was lean into you, using every ounce of self-control he had left to not throw you down right then and there, in the middle of your workplace in front of all these people.

He'd missed something, hadn't he? The fog was so hard to keep up with--did you say why you wanted this or were you intentionally doing this with no explanation?

Hell, he doesn't care. The fog takes over, and mixed with your sunshine it’s...it’s colors in his head, and it’s beautiful, and he doesn't know what happened next but he knows one thing.

He knows he picked the right human to fall in love with, however accidentally.

[kittanimo]

Gift for @pinkybakah

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Happy very late b-day to Stalker :D

Now I love drawing him, Stalker is best boi, and you can't change my mind

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Stalker belongs to @pinkybakah

[starmusic123]

I love this ship ^^ maybe I will colour it later :)

I´m so happy that it´s finish,it was hard for me to draw, i´m still practicing....

Stalker belongs to @pinkybakah

Lock belongs to @mysticalkittenss

[indira0003]

hentaitale shoku y stalker

ahora que lo veo, parece geade y curply xD pero no lo son, este es de un Au llamado hentaitale, me encantaría saber más de él, pero no hay información en inglés, solo en japonés :c pero me encanta que haya 2 tipos de bandos xD y este ship es uno de los que mas me gusta de ese Au los únicos que mas conosco son los 6 sans, y hay 3 por cada bando, al parecer están todos corruptos, uno es un acosador que siempre tiene un movil para tomar fotos, se llama stalker sans (el de la imagen) shoku que no lo conosco mucho, pero hay dibujos de él en twitter, creo que stalker sans es quien lo acosa y le manda notitas a su casa diciendo ‘’looking at you’’, los demás ya no me se su nombre pero hay uno que le gusta exhibirse, quieren que le miren su sensual cuerpo que normalmente sale censurado y siempre anda babeando xDD otro sans que es tipo yangire, es decir que le gusta el gore, el otro que le gusta que se aprobechen de el, y el último sans que algunas veces se suele ver con unas esposas en la mano

shoku y stalker están en diferentes bandos xD

los invito a que vean el arte de grblossom00 en twitter