Stupid ‘types Of Artists’ Meme Challenge Thing I Did A While Back On Insta

you ever notice how sans is a little bit of an edgy dumbass?

i see fandom interpretation of sans usually swing entirely one way or the other—he’s either a completely goofy dipshit who doesn’t care about anything, or he’s an epic, angsty, powerful skeleton man. the latter is definitely a much bigger misinterpretation than the former, but i don’t think it’s right to characterize sans as being an entirely apathetic jokester either.

similarly, sans seems to want you to think two contradictory things: 1. he doesn’t care what you do, or about anything. 2. he’s really mysterious and tough, actually. from the very beginning, sans is like this. it seems like he’s deliberately trying to appear ominous, all while making stupid jokes and engaging in various shenanigans. when you first enter snowdin, aside from sans ominously sneaking around behind you in the shadows, there’s this branch that you can examine. it says, “(It’s a tough-looking branch.) (It’s too heavy to pick up.)” after passing it, you can hear it snap a few moments later. then, if you come back after meeting sans..

sans just completely obliterated this branch, for basically no reason? even the narrator seems somewhat unnerved by this, based on their wording. i can’t think of any reason he’d do this, other than to scare frisk (and the player). of course it could just be some kind of prank, but i mean… it must take some effort to literally annihilate an entire tree branch, and putting effort into things isn’t something sans typically does. it makes you wonder why he chose to put effort into that of all things.

and of course, he later does this:

what’s going on here is that sans undertale, the funny stupid skeleton guy that drinks ketchup and tells shitty jokes to make people begrudgingly smile, that stacks hotdogs on people’s heads and helps his brother make a dorky outfit for a costume party—y’know, THAT guy—is saying that he’d literally murder a child on sight.

… yeah i dunno guys i think he might be lying.

so then why? why does he threaten frisk, in both of these cases? maybe he’s trying to scare them/the player out of resetting? i’m not sure about that. sans seems to understand this ‘anomaly’ at least a bit; he’s aware that they’re doing this just because they can, and they feel like they have to. wouldn’t threatening them, intentionally appearing ominous and mysterious—wouldn’t that just drive their curiosity? it certainly did for most people who did a no mercy run. i don’t think sans is unaware of this, but he definitely isn’t interested in fighting anyone or going through more resets. so again, why?

during no mercy, sans stands by and does nothing, just watching while you kill his family, his friends—he only steps in because the world would literally be destroyed otherwise. it makes you wonder why he didn’t do anything at first. however, he explains this himself when talking about the anomaly:

“to be blunt… it makes it kind of hard to give it my all. … or is that just a poor excuse for being lazy? hell if i know.”

so why does he fight you at all? if he’s entirely numb at this point, why would he suddenly start caring about the destruction of the world? he wouldn’t, simply because he cared the entire time. he’s angry and afraid, and if he really didn’t care, he wouldn’t do any of things he does. it makes me wonder why he tries to convince the player of his indifference. i honestly think it’s because he does care—like, a lot—and he REALLY doesn’t want anyone to know that… including himself. i don’t think it’s a stretch to say that he’s doing this to hide that fact from not only the player, but possibly from himself as well? because sans seems to genuinely believe both of these things; i don’t think his feigned apathy is a deliberate façade to trick the player, and it’s definitely not entirely feigned, either. remember that he literally does nothing to stop you from killing anyone.

sans is understandably enraged about all of this, and he’s obviously upset when the player chooses to kill other monsters (especially papyrus) but he does nothing—because he doesn’t care, because he’s lazy. but mostly because it’d hurt a lot less if he genuinely didn’t care, so he tries not to.

sans isn’t an ultra powerful time-bending entity, he’s not an embodiment of justice when he fights you, and he really doesn’t want to be. sans is a normal, goofy guy caught up in something incomprehensibly horrifying and he can’t do anything about it. he’s angry but most of all he’s tired; he doesn’t want to fight— he doesn’t want to do any of this.

he’s powerless to stop it, and he’s defenseless against it.

… so the only thing he can do? dodge it while he still can.

apologies in advance to all the non-gamers out there who might be confused by this

i got more time to do stuff! i’ve been neglecting the Soot Boi, so let’s shower him with star candies!!!!

Told myself to continue a fic I’ve only posted one chapter on, ended up writing a fic / one shot about an au where Paula is a demon

Edit:

~ reaper vulnerability HC ~

I can't get this out of my head today, so I'm gonna spend some minutes writing some quick drabbles for my current two fave reapers 🙈 (and also sneakily introduce two OCs of mine I suppose!)

William

William closed the door behind him, and let out a breath. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt utter relief flow through him to be home. Of course, William would never in a million years allow himself to not do his work properly, nor would he let himself get distracted and let tiredness bring his performance down...

But that had been a pretty awful day, and the overtime had only made it worse.

Hearing footsteps approach from down the hall made him put on a neutral face and straighten back up. Pretending he had been doing nothing more but take his coat off and store his bag where it belonged, William turned to find Arabella walk over with a smile.

"Can't believe they gave you overtime," Arabella commented. "I missed you."

Her hand reached out to him, and William fought against the feelings this gesture brought on. There was something in the relief of being home, of the day being over, that stirred something within him from a long forgotten past, a trauma of mortality's long days...

But his brain wouldn't let the memories spring forth, so he couldn't address them nor make them go away.

He just felt... sad.

Stressed.

Tired.

And Arabella... was a light among a darkness he feared would consume him. So he knew that when he took a step forwards, reaching out his own hand to her... well... he knew he wouldn't be able to let go.

The couple had come up with this greeting themselves. William leaned down to allow her to place her fingertips on the side of his frames, whilst he did the same for her. A vulnerable position to be in for a reaper, as it was so easy for their glasses to be taken off then, leaving them blind and incapable of fighting back. To some, to those in love, it was a gesture meant to briefly show trust and allow closeness. Arabella usually leaned in to touch her forehead against his too, but that was only in private.

That day, the normal, gentle, greeting between the two was exactly what William needed... and he didn't want it to stop. It allowed him to focus on something other than his day. It allowed him... to relax.

So when she went to pull away after only a few seconds, which normally was just the right amount of closeness for William... William followed along so her forehead and fingers could not leave his form.

Surprised, considering she was doing this quickly to respect William's boundaries and issues with touch, Arabella stared at him with parted lips of confusion - then worry.

He breathed out a shaky breath, closed his eyes, and even placed his hand on her waist to bring her even closer.

"Will-"

"No..." he whispered. "Just... Stay close tonight, please."

"Always, big guy," she whispered back, heart concerned for him, but loving and trusting him enough that after he was soothed, he would tell her what was wrong... and she would do whatever it took to help him.

Ronald

Ronald watched her laugh at one of his stories. He would usually join her, share in the joy of relaxing together after one of his shifts... But this time, all he could do was admire her.

She was relaxed. Happy.

Because of him.

Calming, her body's joy drew her closer to him; closer to the source of her happiness. Arms reached out to him, and he watched as she curled up against his side. Resting her chin on his chest, she looked up at him, pupils dilated whilst she admired his features.

Mmmm.... this was what he enjoyed the most. Her clear attraction to him, her pure admiration of him... He leaned down to capture her lips, but instead she parted hers in a question: "Will you still love me? When... when I'm not young anymore. Not... not beautiful anymore."

He blinked in confusion. Had Avery not just noticed his pure admiration for her? Was she truly not aware of the fact that all he needed from her to feel in love, was her attention... her smile...

"Why are you asking me that?" Ronald captured her hand in his, intertwining their fingers and letting them rest on his chest.

"I realised you won't age... When I was younger, and I'd see you at work..." Her sentence died out, but Ronald gave her some time to find her words, squeezing her hand for comfort. "When I saw you at my mother's funeral, you looked the same. When I saw you as a child, you did too. You do not age."

Her eyes looked away from his face. "Why would you love me if I am twice your age?"

"Hun, you realize I'm probably twice your age already, right?" he chuckled.

Her frown did not disappear. So... he tried a different tactic.

He lifted her hand up to his glasses.

He pressed her fingertips against the frames of his spectacles, and closed his eyes. There was a milisecond of fear, then it all faded away into pure, blissful, trust.

"Aye... Ronald? What are you doing?" she asked. When he opened his eyes, he found her staring at him with a quirked brow.

"I told you we can't see without our glasses, right?" Ronald asked.

She nodded her head, still frowning.

He pressed her fingerstips tighter against his frames. "Well, you'd be the only mortal... the only person I'd let this close to my biggest weakness." He smiled down at her. "That's not changing just because you age a little. You're still you when you're older., darling. I'll still love you."

The words' meaning slowly registered within Avery, who hoisted herself up to sit in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. His eyes watched her behind those glasses, hands resting on her waist with no intention of letting go of her.

Avery kept her fingers on his frames whilst his hands roamed the warmth between her legs. Two individuals from different realms holding each other, and touching the other in their individually most intimate of parts... intertwining to show their honest love for each other despite such vast differences.

also, this is the moment where I got my headcanon from 🤭 the animators had no right making that so romantic, just saying

tagging @starfruit-arts because I mention I'd write this to them ❤️💜

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