Day 6; Things I’m Interested In!

Hello! My name is Oswald, but you can call me Oz!

I’m really nervous about posting, but I really wanted to make a first post and use this account! So I’ve made a challenge for myself called “7 days of Introductions”! While this isn’t a “draw everyday” type of challenge, I’m still going to use this to introduce myself!

Here’s Day One; “This is Me!” I’m not super happy with the end result, but I’m gonna upload it!

Bro stop tearing apart the fabric of reality you’re scaring the hoes

breathing organism

I’d love to! I don’t have any recent drawings of people, but I can draw them!

I’m a little busy right now, but I’ll try my hardest!

Art trade anyone? For chibi. :D.

the current song stuck in your head .. go !

Well I’m trying but I have zero clue how to make music. Give me however long it takes to learn how music theory works and I’ll get back to you.

If nascent is puppy music, do you have anything that you might consider kitty music?

@yo00ru

Sans and Papyrus meet you, a TA, while picking up Frisk, and Sans suddenly understands the term "Meet-cute" that Alphys had always fawned over. Or was it "love at first sight?" The difference doesn't matter to him. All that matters is watching how your face crinkles as you giggle at a bad pun he made, and how your eyes fly open in shock with the classic "whoopee cushion in the hand" trick.

You spend more time around them and Sans is falling hard. You not only love space too, and love Grillby's (though you have no tab, fortunately for Grillby you were always on top of paying it), but you loved puzzles and were high energy, just like his brother.

The three of you were thick as thieves, with every home cooked meal and every late night on the phone because you couldn't sleep and every interaction making Sans fall even harder for you.

One day, during Frisk's birthday party, Sans overhears you, Alphys, Toriel, and Undyne (can it really be overhear when Undyne is only slightly quieter that Papyrus) talking. Something you said sounded like hot gossip, given the "oohs" coming from the group. Sans shortcuts slightly closer, feigning disinterest as he listens in.

He freezes when Alphys speaks.

"A crush, huh? Who's the lucky guy?"

"Or gal," Toriel interjects.

A crush? On who? His stomach twists at the though of some random guy sidling his way between the two of you and stealing you away.

"Ah, well," you start, sounding bashful. Sans doesn't even need to turn to know you're looking anywhere but at them. "You know him quite well. I'd even say you're friends with him."

Wait, really? Could it be?

"We have a lot in common, and uh..." you rush out the rest, almost too quiet for him to hear, but he was straining to hear you at this point. "He's a skeleton."

Undyne startles him with how loud her "WHAT" is, but Alphys, ever the saint, pulls her down and kisses her cheek. She's gotten bolder since surfacing. Meanwhile, Sans is on cloud nine.

He's good friends with Toriel and Alphys, even though he hasn't spoken to the latter in a while. And your shared love of bad jokes, greasy food, space, and science are definitely not lost on him. It must be him, right? A few minutes pass between you four before you finally give in, promising to confess during the Fall Festival. He's never felt like dressing up before a festival, but now he certainly does.

The festival rolls around, and he's excited. He put more effort that he usually does into his outfit, and even got you your favorite snack from Muffets and some fries from Grillby's. Despite Papyrus' complaints, his sigh was through a smile as your nerves from seeing the both of them dissipated around the sweet and salty foods.

The entire walk through the festival, Sans can't help the nervous excitement flowing through his veins. The question of when floods his system. Will you ask before the fireworks? During? Before you head home? He can't stop picturing each scenario, all of them ending with you leaning forward as you kissed him. He'd drown in your smell if he could.

Papyrus, meanwhile, had been winning carnival game after carnival game, all for the plushies your eyes lingered on for a second too long. He was so cool, Sans thought. It was great that you both got along. You both were discussing a puzzle you had bought for him, and how you had struggled with it for hours while it only took Papyrus a few minutes to solve.

Eventually, the three of you split off right before the fireworks start, and Sans is looking for you. He's finally decided that he should confess to you, before you lose the chance. He got you both caramel apples.

He spots you and Papyrus standing by the lake, sauntering over as he prepares an excuse to get Papyrus away for a few minutes.

Your hand was on Papyrus' upper arm as you told him something, turning away as you finished. He wondered what you told him.

...

Why was Papyrus leaning in so close.

Why weren't you leaning away.

...

Ah.

He stands there as he tells himself that he should be happy. His brother was so cool, and he wanted what was best for both of you. You always had more in common with Papyrus than him anyways. Papyrus would be able to keep up with you in ways Sans never could.

Sans was lazy and he never liked puzzles all that much, preferring the daily crossword over anything else. You went on runs with Papyrus, solved puzzles with him, baked with him, hell, your favorite food was spaghetti, for crying out loud. You two were made for each other.

He should be happy.

...So why was he crying?

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Slapped this together after reading too many angsty romantic poems in one night and needed to get this out. Probably poorly written and for that I am sorry but the brainrot took hold.

But yeah, the idea is that Sans wants you but he loves you and Papyrus too much to even entertain the idea of breaking you two up.

Ok ok ok

Hear me out

One sided/unrequited Sans/Reader

But instead of Sans falling in love with Toriel

It’s Reader falling in love with Papyrus

Day 7; Free Space Send Off!

I decided to end off my 7 days of Introduction with a drawing of a Sans x Reader fanfic I’m writing! It’s called “Determination and Starvation” and is inspired by Fear and Hunger! The general plot is already laid out, and I’ll have the first chapter up by next Monday!

I saw this on Instagram and went looking for this exact post in case there were updates. There were not.

this weatherman working from home has a cat and she's a little celebrity

I was just reading "A Divorced Crybaby has Moved in Next Door" and I was thinking; what if someone wrote a fic where Reader is married to some big monster hater (who's also cheating on her because people that love to hurt people love to hurt people) and he's super neglectful and the skeleboys are lowkey making her swoon and spending all the time her husband should spend with her. Next door neighbors of course.

Like

Edge and Papyrus cooking for her and letting her cook little meals for them when her hubby is on a weeklong "business trip". (Them all cooking together??? Hello???)

Fell and Mutt unabashedly flirting with her in front of the other skeletons, making her feel attractive and desirable after her husband implies she's "let herself go" after getting married. She shuts their advances down with a simple "I'm married," but never implies she doesn't find them attractive.

Classic and Stretch telling her awful jokes while she's in the backyard, to the chagrin of the other housemates

Blue finds out where she works and escorts her home when work lets off late, lying and saying that her job is on the way to his anyways (It's 30 minutes further from their houses)

Black spending an exorbitant amount on clothes, jewelry, etc. because she's "a work of art and needs to be decorated as such", though the more visibly expensive stuff stays at his house so her husband doesn't catch on.

What if she has kids and sees the Sanses being good with kids??? Seeing Red's soft side with her 5 year old??? Blue making luncks for the kid to take to school??? Black buying them a Switch when he notices their love of Pokémon (Which, much like her clothes, has to stay at his house out of fear of their husband breaking it)???

Also imagine the sheer volume of MILF jokes Mutt and Stretch would make when she's not in the room.

And the angstiest part of them all Her husband finds out about her visits And the next time they see her over the fence

She has a fading bruise on her face and is missing a small chunk of hp.