I do like this actually, and not just as a Sans-bashing thing. Sans only actually does the eye thing a few times during his fight. The main example being him forcing you back into the center of the box… Which might mean he’s teleporting you and you alone from a distance, which is probably a lot more of a strain on his abilities than just teleporting himself.
So yeah, I can definitely see that happening. Plus, I’m in the camp that likes to think he was working pretty hard during the fight and giving it his absolute all. He may have wanted it to look effortless, but it definitely was not.
…I actually really like this.
And, yeah, I agree–I think Sans was giving it his all in the last fight. Trying his hardest. Probably knowing he was going to fail. Knowing he was going to die. Fighting anyway, because he had finally reached the point where he couldn’t stand by and just watch.
That’s far more interesting to me than just, “Huh. Unexpected badass. Cool.”
Yes, so much this. It’s also important to remember that Sans can only fight so effectively at all because 1) he’s good at dodging, and 2) your own evil nature at that point causes a poison effect making his attacks stronger than their usual 1 damage, and finally 3) he fights dirty like a thieving back alley whore, breaking his own patterns to trip you up, attacking you between turns, the dodging, and so on.
Seriously.
He isn’t badass, he’s a dirty cheater who throws all he has and is into one last flailing effort to prevent the apocalypse from happening.
Okay, look. I could reblog this all day (and I almost did; @rehlia made some awesome additions). But I figured that, eventually, you guys would get tired of that. So I’ll refrain. I still have things I’d like to say, though. So instead of reblogging, let’s do one of these.
Ooh! I love this question! Let’s dive right in, then—
Papyrus would be all over karaoke. The chance to get up in front of everyone and demonstrate how awesome he is? Why, yes, thank you! He’ll take ten. His enthusiasm is catching and he’s only slightly off-key, so everyone usually ends up having a good time.
Sans would be interested in karaoke for his brother’s sake, but not necessarily for his own. With that said, he, Red, and Stretch will absolutely be the obnoxious singing drunks later on in the night. They usually pick something outside of their range, or they’ll play a serious song for laughs, or purposely misread the lyrics “ ‘scuse me while I kiss this guy”-style.
Stretch will not sing by himself…but part of him wants to. He both longs for the attention, but is so afraid of any kind of rejection that he can’t bring himself to sing alone.
Blue really isn’t all that interested in karaoke for himself, but he loves playing backup for the others. He has the most fun getting up there with Papyrus, because they play off each other well, but he’ll pull his brother on stage under the guise of wanting to sing himself. (Blue’s a good bro.)
Edge will attend, but no force on the surface or Underground could get him up there…except Felldyne. She is the one person that can get him relaxed enough (and drunk enough) to actually do something so undignified.
Red will get up there with Sans and Stretch, but if he’s drunk enough (and maudlin enough), he’ll sing something sad and soft. He’s not all that concerned with dignity, either, so he’ll sing with Papyrus or Blue or pretty much anyone that asks. (And he loves seeing Edge relaxed enough to participate.)
Razz will take no part in this nonsense. He’s not even going to go with them…well…maybe once wouldn’t hurt. (They’ll wear him down eventually.)
Aw, Slim. More poor boy. He hates karaoke. Hates the off-key, drunken singing. Hates that he can’t bring himself to sing even with the other older brothers. He doesn’t attend.
Twist…oh, my goodness, Twist. He is very much into anything that puts him in the spotlight. And, actually, he’s not bad. He’s got a low, rich voice, and he picks songs that suit it. He’ll mess around with the other older brothers, though, and he has made it his mission to encourage Edge, Razz, and Stretch to participate.
Blackberry loves karaoke because everyone else is having fun and, particularly, because his brother’s enjoying himself. (He worries about Twist. It’s hard for his brother to connect with people, sometimes, and he’s delighted to see him so happy.) He’ll do anything to make sure the others, Twist in particular, continue to enjoy themselves.
Oh my god I love these. Blue and Edge were adorable, and then the Swapfells just got damn depressing as fuck. But still, I’m here for this!
Helen: It looks like we’ll have to cut funding for the talent show.
Sans: wait, hold up- what? that’s such crap! why?
Helen: Well if we want to make the exchange for only gluten free lunches, we’ll have to.
Sans: what? but there are, like, fifteen other lunch choices without gluten, and the kids can just bring their own lunch-
Helen: Sans, you’ll just have to deal with it, okay? These lunches are more important than the talent show.
Sans: Helen, for the love of god, i did not spend all night cutting out box tops just to hear the shit that spills from your mouth.
~Underfell~
Daniel: Well I just think monsters and humans should be separated in the sports teams.
Sans: what? why the fuck would we do that? the teams are perfectly fine, fuckface.
Daniel: It’s unfair to some of the human players, Sans.
Sans: oh, just ‘cause your kid can’t kick a ball fer shit?
Daniel: *huffs* I’m just trying to make it fair.
Sans: no, it sounds like you’re tryna make it segregation.
Daniel: This meeting is for all of our children, not just yours. Just because Frisk works well with monsters, doesn’t mea-
Sans: who gives a fuck?! all your kids are shit!
~Underswap~
Linda: *sees Papyrus* *smirks and walks over with Helen* Hello Papyrus. Sorry your plan for that field trip didn’t go through.
Papyrus: *shrugs* eh. it happens. it looks like we won’t take the kids to the science museum after all.
Helen: We just don’t have the money to go to there. Maybe we can take them to the local library. That’s far more affordable and interesting to the childre-
Papyrus: the fuck? ha, no. we actually have over twenty thousand bucks for our field trip.
Linda and Helen: *gawk* What? How?!
Papyrus: my bro’s the head booster mom. they just had a fundraiser.
Sans: *bursts in through the door with arms full of cash* WE’RE GOING TO EUROPE! MWEH HEH HEH!
~Swapfell~ ~Fellswap~ ~Whatever the fuck you call the yellow one~
Sans: *looks at his clipboard* *storms over to Gloria* YOU! PARTICULARLY FLESHY HUMAN! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?
Gloria: *blinks in surprise* Huh? What do you mean?
Sans: ARE YOU SERIOUS? ONLY TWENTY DOLLARS IN SALES?
Gloria: It’s only how much my daughter could sel-
Sans: GLORIA THIS IS A FUNDRAISER, NOT THE GOD DAMN GIRL SCOUTS! AS HEAD BOOSTER MOM, I DEMAND THAT MORE EFFORT BE PUT INTO YOUR SALES!
Gloria: Sans, we’ve already sold most of the cookie dough! We don’t-
Sans: DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING LIVE, GLORIA? WE MUST SELL ALL THE COOKIE DOUGH!
~Horrortale~
Sans: *goes over to the snack table* Whoa. *picks up a pumpkin-shaped cookie that’s well designed* whoa. nice work, Sadie. been years since I’ve had cookies. *is about to eat one*
Suzanne: *rushes over* Oh dear. *snatches cookie away and sighs* I told her not to make those Halloween themed cookies! She knows we cancelled the Halloween themed party next week.
Sans: whoa, what? c’mon, why?
Suzanne: Well, we didn’t want to offend your people.
Sans: “my people”?
Suzanne: Why don’t you have some of my non-offensive brownies instead?
Sans: Suz, i’d rather starve than eat your brownies.
Suzanne: Oh yeah! I’m sorry, Sans. I forgot your people are all anorexic.
Sans:…….. hey, why don’t you and your family come over t’dinner, sometime? my bro’s cooking’s to die for. s’on me, pumpkin *winks*
~Altertale~
Sans: *brought some of Asgore’s scones to the meeting*
Lillian: Oh, are these scones? *tries one* Bleh!? ARE these scones?
Sans: *sighs* yes, they are. is there a problem?
Lillian: Whoever made these needs a few cooking lessons. A few dozen.
Sans:…… *picks up phone and begins to dial*
Lillian: Who are you calling?
Sans: for your lesson. *the call picks up*
Toriel: Hey, Sa-
Sans: she insulted the scones.
*the call goes dead*
Toriel: *bursts through the window* WHO THE FUCK-?!
~Underlust~
Helen: Alright, so far I am leading the sales with over two hundred dollars. *smiles to herself* I suppose my Suzy is just determined to help out our school.
Sans: *rolls his eyelights*
Helen: And Sans? How much did Frisk raise?
Sans: two thousand.
Helen: *sputters* Thousand?! How?!
Sans: candles weren’t doin’ it for us. we tried something else.
Helen: *hesitant to ask* What… did you sell?
Sans: well, we decided it was a good idea to post my picture up on craigslist and-
Linda: YOU SOLD YOUR BODY?!
Sans: Paps and the queen were happy to help, too.
Helen: That’s illegal! It’s a crime!
Sans: boo, the only crimes here are your lemon squares and that getup.
~Echotale~
Martha: It just shouldn’t be mandatory to vaccinate our children!
G: *sighs and rubs face* look, Martha, if you don’t vaccinate your kids, they’re gonna fucking die.
Martha: I am NOT letting those people pump those shots of retardedness into my child.
G: that’s not even a proven-
Martha: I’m sorry; what kind of certification do YOU have?!?
G:*blinks and digs into his pocket* huh? whoa. what’s this? *pulls out his PhD* whoa! huh, i didn’t even know that was in there. *looks at Martha* weird, huh?
~Outertale~
Helen: My child has straight A’s.
Linda: My child made class president.
Sans: my child flew into outer space and freed an entire race. *puts on sunglasses* far out, bitches. *disappears*
I’ve seen a few Slim posts around, so I decided to contribute some random headcanons of my own! I have grown to love Slim just from planning to write about him. I threw some BBQTacos in here because I’ve sort of started shipping him with US Sans even though I haven’t properly delved into their relationship yet.
I’d also like to preface this by saying that I am in no way trying to hate on anyone else’s depiction of Slim. In fact, I actually really enjoy a lot of other headcanons for him; he’s a very interesting character to pick apart! These are just my interpretations of some of his traits, or ideas that I think would suit my own writing style best.
(Below the cut because I literally cannot shut up.)
So, my version of Slim is a bit of a mix between the usual depiction of him (quiet, shy boi, protect him), and the way most people portray Cash (who I don’t really have any clear cut headcanons for yet, but more easy-going and confident (bit of a dick too)). Basically, half the time he’s a nervous, awkward baby; very quiet and reserved – the other half, he’s a suave, laid-back smooth-talker. Yes, these two characterisations are very different – but I’ve somehow conjured up a version of Slim in my head who is a mixture of both.
What I like to headcanon, is that he’s his confident, smooth-talking self when he’s around the Papyri. He understands them. He feels relaxed around them because essentially, they’re him, and he (for the most part) knows what’s going on inside their heads. He doesn’t feel off-guard around them. He even gets a bit flirty with them (mostly just when he wants to piss them off). He almost competes with them in a way (though it’s a very tame competitiveness, mostly for the sake of entertaining himself especially when it comes to Edge). He still errs on the quiet side when he’s around them, but generally, he emanates a cocky sort of smugness. At the end of the day though, he sort of prefers being around the Sanses.
But, when he is around the Sanses, he immediately closes off and becomes meek and shy (even a little timid). He speaks very quietly, and is likely very submissive to them (quick to try and please them, always jumping up at their command). Naturally, this is because of his brother. Razz is certainly emotionally abusive (though, no doubt he has his own issues, but that’s a different story entirely), to the point that Slim is almost programmed to act completely subservient to any Sans, simply due to the ingrained fear of making them snap (despite the fact that 50% of the Sanses are pretty chill).
Now, it might seem kind of weird that Slim actually favours being around the Sanses to the Papyruses when their presence makes him a little skittish, but in reality, he’s actually more comfortable this way. It’s a little pitiful perhaps, but he’s been conditioned (by his brother) to fall into a more timid, submissive role. It’s familiar, and he knows what he’s doing. It makes him feel safe. (Though I think he’d spend time around the Papy’s if he wanted to blow off some steam, or if he was feeling particularly pent up).
This more subdued attitude is reflected in his behaviour around all of the Sanses – but especially around Blue, who bears the greatest resemblance to his own brother. Blue has a similar energy to Razz, though his is directed in a slightly less aggressive manner. Even so, I think Slim would be very jumpy around Blue at first; hesitant to speak to him, slouching more than normal, curling in on himself – the way he often does around his brother so as not to provoke him.
But then, over time, Slim begins to trust Blue – even grows fond of him – almost seeing him as what Razz could have been if he’d grown up in a kinder universe. And from Blue’s perspective (although I haven’t given this as much thought), perhaps he sees Slim as a demure little version of his brother, which tugs on his heartstrings a bit. And with his unlimited supply of empathy, Blue is very eager to latch onto Slim and pamper him until his more confident side comes out.
I kind of prefer them as a platonic couple. At most, romantic, but I’m not really that invested in them being involved sexually. This all being said, I haven’t actually written anything for them, or anything for SF Papyrus at all (yet), so for all I know, these headcanons might change over time.
Sorry, this went on forever. SF Papy is a very complex little egg, and I felt like I needed to elaborate to make my ideas on him clear.
I also kind of feel like I was a bit harsh on Razz in this – I actually think he’s a pretty damaged interesting character! Maybe I’ll do a headcanon thing on him later as an act of redemption.
But. Uh. Thank you for listening to my babbling. Hopefully I find the motivation to actually put this in my writing at some point!
Intent is exceptionally important in monster society. It defines the difference between play fighting and true combat. It’s infused into the food they prepare, imbuing it with healing (or toxic) properties. It’s even knit into the very fabric of their clothing. Every stitch, every fold is infused with the intent of the monster making it. A skilled fabricator can even create clothing that boosts a monster’s stats, though this clothing is exceptionally expensive—particularly in the Fell-verses.
Sans isn’t quite that skilled…but while he’s making his brother’s battle body, he reflects on how much he cares for his brother, how much he wants him to be happy and healthy and safe. His love seeps into the costume as he makes it, and when Papyrus puts it on, he can sense his brother’s love and care. It makes him feel protected, cared for. It makes him feel special.
He can’t bring himself to take it off, in fact. Can’t bear to be parted from the reminder of just how much his brother cares.
I have a newfound love and appreciation for this boy, so I’m going to talk about him. I’m not even going to try to make a point about characterization. I’m just going to share some of my thoughts on him, and hope that maybe they resonate with a few of you as well.
It is very, very easy to look at Slim and see nothing more than the broken shadow of the skeleton he should have been. It’s even easier to see him as nothing but his brother’s lackey, a puppet that doesn’t think for himself; he is “the dog” after all.
But there’s more to him than that. He’s loyal to a literal fault, willing to stand by the ones he cares about when he should have left long ago. (He doesn’t value himself. He places others’ happiness and wellbeing above his own. He doesn’t think he deserves to be happy.) Despite that, he’s a survivor. He isn’t careless or reckless; he needs to stay alive for his brother’s sake, if for no other reason. (Who else would keep watch over Razz when he’s gone? Who else would keep his LV from rising? Or watch his back in a fight?)
He’s silent to the point of being selectively mute, but he still comes up with jokes and puns. He just doesn’t say them…unless he has a close friend at his side. Then he’ll lightly elbow them and whisper the punchline. And he loves music. When he’s happy (truly happy), he can hardly keep from singing, and when the crushing pressures of his universe become too much, he buries himself in Napstatton’s music or whatever he’s managed to scrounge from the surface.
He may be cracked, perhaps even broken in truth…but he’s still going, for the sake of the people he cares about, if not for himself. After all, he is a Papyrus, and Papyrus-es never give up.
Every time @queenofbiscuits writes one of these posts, I get inspired to do the same. As always, I don’t know how to shut the fuck up, so see below the cut.
Please read and perhaps pay attention? Not to step on anyone’s toes, but I could use a little more complex Fell and a little less cookie cutter Fell in my life.
Slim is probably one of the skeletons I have figured out the least. Razz is just ahead of him in that endeavor, but Slim is still such an enigma to me. I don’t really agree wholly with the “Mutt” headcanons, where he’s a mindless, masochistic servant to his Lord. Or with the headcanons that have him as nothing but a spineless, anxiety ridden mess that is only still alive because his brother protects him and whips him into a semi-coherent pile of shaky skeleton.
I don’t have him figured out, but I did have a thought. All of my skeletons have a fondness for music, albeit in different ways and with different genres, but Slim…Slim is one for the more classical side of things.
The sweeping tones of so many instruments coming together to create such a beautiful symphony has always been something that fascinated him. Instruments such as the violin and the piano are his favorite, because even with just one or the other they can create such simple melodies that can carry him away even on his darkest of days.
He taught himself how to read music sometime after he and his brother moved to Snowdin, memorizing where such notes would be on several instruments. He’s even wrote out a few songs of his own, keeping them in the workshop so no one could ever see them.
It’s his dream, that one day, if they ever reach the Surface, that he’ll get the chance to play one of his beloved pieces of music. That he’ll get the chance to express the feelings in his soul through something that always felt impossible to reach. That he’ll finally be able to hear the wonderful sounds come from an instrument that he himself is making sing.
For now he sits, hands in his pockets, earbuds to his skull, and a soft grin on his face as a calm melody plays, taking him to a better place.
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