I Had A Compulsive Urge All Day, And I Had To Draw Them Eventually. They Look Surprisingly Good.

Came across dall-e and wanted to try out something interesting and now I want more of this character.

The keyword I used was Undertale/Skeleton/Mother

I'm sorry but I love her 😭❤️🥺

I have the feeling she was a soldier or a caretaker due to the badass cape.

And lil baby Sans is so cute 🥺🥰

I'm gonna head canon her as the skelebro's mom

No one can stop meh >:3

hi I love your Solygbm headcanons, do you have any more headcanons for the skeleton brothers?

Hi, thank you so much for taking the time to ask! And, lucky you! I have another backstory. It's how Sans and Tops became friends. Sorry if it took a while. I took a lot of breaks and spoilers for my later re-adaption for this fiction. Coming soon!

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So, even when Mar (Sans' mother) was still alive and well, Sans was a bit of a friendless kid. Sure, he got along fine with his brothers (mostly) and yeah, he was decent to anybody who had the time (tolerance, really) to talk to him, but overall, he was often at home with his mother to keep her company, while Wingdings searched high and low for any sort of day job to keep them structured. She was actually the one who taught him all sorts of jokes, and he loved every single one of them. He even tried to come up with his own (due to his age at the time, 7 or 8, he wasn't at all great, but Mar enjoyed it dearly and even helped him with more original ones).

After Mar was brutally attacked by a group of monsters that fateful summer night (whether of Asgore's affiliation or not, we'll never know) and died a painful and slow death from those injuries, Sans had a mental shutdown.

He wouldn't talk or look at anybody for days on end. His already friendless personality developed an unusually aggressive behavior towards all to leave him alone. Which, unfortunately, worked. Any slight mention of that incident or even of his mother in general would make him furious and helpless and just full of self-hate.

One day, a few months after Mar's murder, his newfound loneliness caught the attention of older, shit-headed kids who felt the impulse to mess with somebody. I'll never know who exactly escalated it, but eventually, one of the kids says something triggering, which escalates to a 1 on 3 fight. Sans, despite his strength, is easily overpowered, but before a beating can occur, a blue bunny monster, 2 years older than Sans, (and one that Sans had rarely seen, but never really talked to) managed to use his wit to get the boys' hands off him and whatever other half-ass strength God gave him to dispel that fight and leave those small-minded bastards to run off, (presumably not to get caught).

Sans, still saddened and extremely pissed of what one of the kids said to him, begins to quietly leave, though it only causes the bunny boy to follow him, who tries to engage in conversation and see if he's alright.

At first, Sans ignores him, but soon he can't stand the "coddling" anymore, and simply tells the rabbit to "go away" and how he doesn't want his help or pity. This, in turn, pisses the bunny boy, who's confused by what's his deal and how Sans would rather let himself get hurt and unintentionally (without any knowing context) asks if that's what his mother taught him to view himself. This re-angers Sans, and with that, he punches him hard. The bunny boy stays in shock for a moment and then shoves him back in defense. A full-on boy fight happens in that neighborhood alleyway, and by the time both boys are tired, Sans has lost one of his adult teeth, and the bunny boy, a chunk of his ear.

They stay like that for a while, and as Sans breaks into a helpless sob, the bunny leaves him for a bit and takes something from his rendor and gives him a nice cream from his homemade work, something that was influenced from humans.

The following went something like this:

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The stranger's voice sounded more persistent.

"C'mon. Take it. You're upset."

Sans snarled at him (or at least tried to).

"Fuck off."

"I will if you just take it."

Agitated, hungry, and far too exhausted to fight back anymore, Sans used his remaining upper body strength to snatch (though his hand trembled far too much to give the aggression he wanted to show) the red frozen thing from the bunny's hand, and took a large bite.

The texture was cool, crisp, and yet a sweetness covered his senses from head to phalanche. He froze, and for a moment, the bunny tilted his head in response.

He probably thinks I hate it.

"Think it's nice?"

Sans didn't bother to respond but simply gave a slow, affirmative nod without looking at him. He looked the type that would boast. A satisfied hum could be slightly heard afterward, somewhat confirming this.

"Well. I'm glad ya like it. Took me all day to get the taste perfected. It ain't much, but I hope it makes your day somewhat less shitty."

Sans searched for any sign of deception or condescension in that cheerful tone. Surprisingly, and thankfully, it wasn't.

"...thanks."

"No problem. If it's okay with you, I can walk you home in case those goons come back for a reround. It's dangerous out here, day or night. Does your mother even know you wander alone out here -"

The remaining sentences died off as soon as Sans felt his gaze return to him, and the gut-wrenching look of misery and hate resurfacing. He wanted to cry all over again but willed enough strength to not give any sort of satisfaction.

After what seemed forever, all that could be heard was a simple "Oh."

"..."

"I- I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I really am."

Took you forever to read the room.

Sans felt himself impulsively wanting to say that thought bitterly, but whatever could come out was interrupted by the bunny boy again.

"I know what you feel. I lost my mother too, recently. About 2 to 3 years back. It's not that long once you think about it. I only have my brother now."

Sans stared, slowly taking the time to look at the bunny again, seeing instead a downtrodden face that stared at the dirt that stained his already dirty clothes.

"I've only got my brothers too."

"Huh. No father?"

"Barely knew him. Wingdings never wants to talk about him."

"Wingdings?"

"My older brother."

"Oh. And your other brother?"

"Papyrus. He's about to be 4 soon."

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault. I'm sorry, too. For being a dick...and for your loss as well."

"Don't be. It ain't your fault either."

....

The bunny turned his face up to look at him, and Sans finally truly looked at his face. They stared at each other, and suddenly, the bunny let out a goofy chuckle and said; "You look not half bad without that tooth there. My mama would have called you a ruffian."

Sans snorted before instinctively rolled his tongue to the spot where the now empty gap in his mouth remained. He couldn't but be impressed.

Wingdings is gonna kill me.

"Speak for yourself. It ain't gonna come back anytime soon. Neither with that nick in your ear."

The bunny placed a hand to cover that ear. His smile spreading farther. "At least it looks cooler."

"Really? No way."

"Oh no?"

The bunny paused again, his smile becoming more gentle as he slowly retracted his hand from his ear and lent it out in a greeting manner.

"Name's Tops."

Sans paused again, and for a moment, he felt as if it were another trap for him to fall into. But, that face was so genuine that it didn't seem likely.

So, hesitantly, he offered his hand and clasped it into a firm shake. Sans felt a smile he never knew was there grow.

"Sans."

Do you still do SOL headcanons? I was just wondering if you have or what do any WingDing ones if you did. If not, that's completely fine!! Sorry for bothering you.

Aaah, I'm so sorry for not responding right away!! No, you are not bothering me, and I appreciate your taking your time! I'm so sorry :(

*Ahem*

I do, actually! I've had an occasional thinking about how Wingdings was 18 around the time of his mother's death and probably had to give up the idea of wanting to go to a university at the time. He had to depend on any job he could grab on to, and of course, wound up in Dreemurr's allegiance after an "interesting occurrence."

I also believe that Wingdings was born on January 25, 1889. His mother, Mar, was roughly 19 at the time and had been living with a man (Arhmas) who she was not married to (still heavily implied to be his father) not really out of love (on his part at least) but for a place to stay in return for her "service"

She homeschooled Wingdings with the knowledge she knew from her father (who unfortunately went missing, I'll talk about him later) and with books she could spare to buy. Of course, Arhmas didn't really bother with Wingdings and had a mutual hate for each other.

Some point, 10 years later, Sans was born on April 30, 1899, and was (surprisingly) favored by Arhmas, who claimed his strength and teleportation skills had potential. Wingdings was very protective of his brother and felt uncomfortable with Arhmas' ideas of bringing Sans into any businesses later on in the future once he was grown. (Funny enough, like father like son, Arhmas had a sailor's mouth)

The time living with Arhmas went to a close when Papyrus was born, 5 years afterward, on August 19, 1905, when Arhmas had arrived home extremely drunk and pissed off from an incident at work, and took it out on Mar, blaming and beating her.

Wingdings, 15 at the time, retaliated in his mother's defense. Long story short, Mar and her sons left Arhmas and never came back, and Wingdings had two nasty scars that gave him the cryptic look he holds today.

The few months post-Arhmas was rough, Mar had to do many unpleasant jobs to support her family, specifically her newborn, and Wingdings helped along work at many odd jobs.

Of course, when opportunities came, Mar would bring her children to the Marsh fields to have a family time and talk about many things. It was a hard but good time in their lives. But, afterward, it got better when Sans and Papyrus had found the shed, (at least what they called it), it was an abandoned hunter's cabin that was left behind.

This became their permanent home. Until, of course, after Mar's unfortunate death.

(I'll put a pause on this, but I hope this first part of The Gaster Family Lore was entertaining enough. Thank you for your time.)

Just two sillies who I love with all my heart.

Thought I'd add our precious sweetheart Frisk into the mix as well~

I wanted to give her similar approach to her canon face with the closed eyes from the actual game but give her a slight gray-brown color to match her au version

Honestly, She's sooo adorable, I can see why Sans would want to be with her 🥰

(I'm currently trying to post as much as I used to before, and focusing on projects that I can't reveal just yet, so bear with me)

ANYWAYS...

MEET EEDLE!!!

She's a fellow AI that works alongside Caine and Bubble as head costume/make-up designer/seamstress (mainly because she's the ONLY one in that department).

Her jobs contain freshening up the performers before, between, and after the show, such as sewing up torn patches, ironing wrinkled fabrics, and cleaning/washing up anything that she considers disorderly.

She's often either cranky or nonchalant, not bothering with the performers unless if it's to do her job. She rarely speaks (and when she does, it's usually muttering, or the occasional "stop squirming" or "stay still" whenever any of the cast, usually Pomni, tries to move even a little from standing in constant t-pose style, while in the middle of her work)

She pretty much spends her spare time in silence, making costumes that pretty much no one is ever going to wear anyway.

She sort of tolerates the crew, except for usually Caine, Bubble, and Jax, who visibly annoy her from their constant shenanigans (and messing up all of her hard work)

(FUN FACT: DiD yOu KnOw ThAt EeDlE's NaMe Is JuSt ThE wOrD nEeDlE wItHoUt ThE "n"???

IKR It'S SOOOO CrEaTiVe—

*explodes*

*dies.*

Something I generated out of sheer curious

SOL HEADCANONS *Part 1*

• If Frisk's child lived, she would have a boy named Shiloh who is the most biggest sweetheart in the world. (For the Brother Route)

• Wingdings's voice sounds like Wilem Dafoe (Listen to it, you'll understand)

• Sans's mother is named Mar (which means Sea). I'm planning on making a post just about her

• The amalgamates exist but their backstory is even more depressing (I'll also make a post about this one)

•Kris (from deltarune) shall be Frisk and Sans's son (in this au, he's a boy) in my little fan-sequel "Sooner or later I shall be free" (coming soon)

That's it for now, I'll send more headcanons and if you want to ask about a certain one, just let me know

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