Excessive self-indulgence ahead

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July's Masterlist

Wishbone You are the Second Mage. You want one thing: justice for the death of your twin at the hands of a dust-mad monster. When a soulmate bond snaps into place between you and Captain Sans Serif's brother, Papyrus, your goal becomes harder to pursue. An unfulfilled bond between you and the Captain only complicates things further.

A swapfell Sans/reader swapfell Papyrus/reader reluctant soulmate AU.

Find it on AO3.

Resisting the Current Another anti-harem fic, but in this one, the girlfriend is into you too.

Find it on AO3.

In-depth RTC discussion and meta can be found under the tag July talks RTC.

Silver String A series of Quinn and reader fics, covering the time from when they met to the start of Resisting the Current.

soft, as it began - How Quinn and the reader became friends.

there will be no answer - Post breakup Quinn is moving out of the apartment she shared with the reader and finds the reader's leather jacket.

on my way home - Quinn gets a late-night text to pick the reader up from a friend's apartment. Set shortly after they moved out together.

Licence - The reader bumps into some old friends. Set shortly after they moved to New Ebott.

Parallel Circuits Alternate POVs, what-ifs, and outtakes from Resisting the Current.

truths that bleed through the universes - A chapter 3 AU from Quinn's POV, where the reader is already in a relationship.

Resolutions: The reader's POV of the New Year's Eve party Red recalls in chapter five.

And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree It's your first festive season with your skeletal boyfriends. Four dates, four Papyri, and four ways to celebrate the holidays.

Add all that together and you get pure, tooth-rotting fluff (or the number twelve, depending who you ask).

Smooth Operator - Ice skating lessons with Rus.

Violently, Vividly Vibrant - Decorating the tree with Edge.

Been An Angel All Year - Taking a photo with mall Santa Stretch.

Theatrical, Dramatic, Flairful - A MTT-broadcasted gingerbread house making competition with Papyrus.

For smut, you can find July after-dark at @nighttimeofjuly.

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In response to the tags you left, I def agree that Mal wouldn’t tell Papyrus how much he really did for him, but i also think Rus would still kind of know. Like, how many times did young Mal come home with flecks of dust on his clothes before he learned how to clean it all properly—how old was Rus before he really understood what that dust meant.

The angst of both of them having so much trauma centered around each other but still wanting to protect each other however possible is so fun to writeeee

Yes!!!! And the knock on effect that would have on Rus is so fun to consider, both in terms of him seeing the physical evidence of that violence but also in the way he’d be impacted indirectly??? As a child he goes from getting picked on by the other kids, maybe having a handful of friends, to everyone being terrified of Sans and therefore too terrified to interact with his baby brother. Yes, the bullying would stop, but then there’d be this intense social isolation in its place. Also consider him knowing the friends or family members of monsters Sans has dusted and seeing the impact Sans’ protection of him is having on other people. And the impact Sans’ protection of him is having on Sans, too — seeing him come home exhausted and injured, with fresh EXP, and trying very hard to hide it. What a mindfuck!!!

And I really like the irony of Sans working so hard to keep rus safe and happy, very very often at the expense of his own happiness and safety, and that being the very thing that ultimately isolates rus from his community and causes him a whole bunch of unhappiness later down the track. Their trauma is so fun!

[whyiswingdingsafont]

[ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? for swapfell sans?

Guilt for Mal is an old scar. It was a wound, years and years ago—sharp and stabbing and painful—but he’s carried it for so long that it dulled like everything else. If he thinks about everything he’s done, the pain comes back, but every old ache of remorse is carefully paired with reasoning.

“The world is better off without him anyway.”

“If I hadn’t killed them, I would have died.”

“I needed to win to make it into the Royal Guard.”

“Papyrus had already skipped two meals—I needed the money.”

“I didn’t want to; I was following orders.”

“I was following orders.”

“I was following orders.”

Mal has a bad habit of picking at old scars when they start to itch, prodding at the cleft in his bones until they bleed, and this one is no different. His oldest scar is the one he scratches at the most, and every time he has to stitch it closed with sterilized rationalization so it doesn’t fester.

But it never really heals.

[unpeeled-human]

realizing i am essentially a god presiding over my creations. and i choose to put them in chaotic situations. anyways heres me picking one up

[unpeeled-human]

no escape.

[cpyal]

WOSJDNDNSJSH SANS 😍😍

More sketches of him lololb he's so pookie bro

[elbimboo]

oh yeah baby

[timeofjuly]

there is NO WAY swapfell papyrus is ever learning to drive on the surface, both by dint of his general swapfell papyrus-ness but also because swapfell sans would be a terrible terrible teacher

[ecto-hazard]

love when stories inflict unspeakable horrors onto a person for no real reason. its not karma. its not payback. its not a lesson. its not your fault. no ones even out to get you in particular. youre not the chosen one or special or anything. it just sorta happened and you were there. sorry man

[there-is-nothing]

☕️and🦮

Two good boys, aren‘t they?

[xisin]

from the stream :)

[gingerbug]

step 1. get everyone in the world to want to fuck me

step 2. vow of celibacy

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

So I'm an eldest sibling, and there's this thing that happens sometimes when your younger sibling *demands* that you do something completely reasonable and for some reason that makes it a matter of pride. "Drink more water", "Get your sunscreen", "Tie your shoes", pffft. You can't tell me what to do, you're not my mom. I will not be commanded by a fetus. And then you trip and fall ass over teakettle because you should've tied your shoes. Anyway I'm projecting this onto Sans Undertale now

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do any other fic writers feel like every chapter they write just consists of their POV character moving from one conversation to the next lol

[jesus-holding-your-fave]

Papyrus the skeleton (:

Today, Jesus is holding:

Papyrus from Undertale

[kuvvydraws]

Here we are! @alch3mic's very own Captian!Sans! I like his look with an eye patch too, but the scars 🙏✨

· kofi · PATREON ·

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Omgg I realized I never read chapter 4 of Wishbone so I went and reread the whole thing again, and oh my gosh I forgot how much I love this fic!! I love the way you write everyone’s emotions and how the magic feels tangible and AAAA it’s so cool!! I can’t wait to see Flint and Papyrus actually start to get along!!

ASDFGGHJKL WHY did tumblr not notify me for this ask, cursing my inbox right now!!! I am so sorry for such a late response but so glad you liked the chapter!!! And rereading the whole thing is the biggest compliment ever, thank you so much! As an apology, have a little snippet below the cut from the next chapter of Sans having some Totally Normal thoughts about flint lmao

“I know you’re fine.” A lie; he does have to keep an eyelight on Papyrus. This soft new world is full of dangers, and you are the newest and most dangerous of all. “What do you mean, working things out?”

Despite his brother being the one bound to you, Sans knows you better than that. You do not ‘work things out’. Compromise is beyond you; it’s what makes you such a horrible politician. You push and push until whatever you’re pushing against yields, and that is all. You had done it with the Treaty and with your Academy, and you will do it again now, a mindless force, as constant and inevitable as gravity, pulling everything down with you.

The blunt axe of you directed towards his brother and an unwanted soulmate bond is a terrible thought, and an even worse reality. So many horrible ways for that violently clumsy will to swing. So many contingencies for Sans to plan for. The quality of his work has suffered for it; you have become a ceaseless friction dulling the normally razor-sharp blade of his consciousness. He is constantly distracted by spiralling scenarios of whatever damage you may attempt to inflict next, and the steps he would need to take to counteract you. Stars, you are hurting Papyrus already with your refusal to see him; the soulmate sickness, the disease of you, has sunk its claws in deep, and worsens by the hour.

His inability to FIGHT you is a frustrating encumbrance—if only he could just dispatch you so easily, the way he’s done to every threat to Papyrus that came before you. Instead, he is left to contemplate more roundabout methods. He could threaten you, but you’d both know the threats were baseless, and would therefore have no effect. Threatening someone you love would circumvent that particular issue, if you had anyone. But you don’t.

Another monster could FIGHT you on his behalf; he could call on one or all of the countless favours he accrued Underground, but he doubts there’s a single monster alive willing to walk into that fire, no matter the pressure he put on them to do so. Given the option of dusting at his hand or yours, he knows what the vast majority of monsters would choose. He has no desire to offer a single other monster up to the pyre of you anyway; it’s another fruitless contingency.

He is left to unsatisfying, utterly useless daydreams that are no less relentless for their pointlessness. They’re petty, near fantastical in nature; often, he imagines taking you by the arm and shortcutting you away; he knows how disorientating it is for those who aren’t expecting it. He envisions the way you’d stumble afterwards, maybe even fall, off-kilter and enraged on the floor of his office. He’d lean in close, just to watch. Your chin tipped up, eyes narrowed, nostrils flared. And then, the moment your expression would curdle with the realisation of just how helpless he could make you, if he wanted to. You, at his mercy. Humbled. Made small by his hand.

In reality, you wouldn’t be helpless, of course. And why would he be shortcutting you anywhere anyway? It would serve no purpose; he is unable to FIGHT or threaten you. This reminder of his own impotence shatters the illusion each time and ruins any enjoyment he may have gleaned from imagining you brought to your knees.

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guess who has started writing a tfp x reader fic 🙃