2, 3, 8, 23, 39 for the relationship and the pair is SF Sans x UT Sans I know it’s a rare shipping but I love these too together and I’m also Sorry for the many numbers, I hope I did not make your time harder with these

Not a problem at all! I like these two, as well!

Also, I’m so sorry I’ve taken so long with these eek! I almost forgot about them, and then I went through one of those ‘no motivation’ slumps. So this is just me trying to get back into the swing of things. Hopefully I’ll have more content for you all soon!

From this shipping ask meme. (From like, a month ago.)


2. “How’s their team work? Do they share well?”

I think that, rather than working ‘as a team’, these two would try and challenge each other. Even on small things. Sans might try to irk Razz by “making things difficult for him” (not to an extreme extent, but more in ways that might set the short-tempered skeleton off, much to Sans’ amusement). And Razz certainly wouldn’t sit by idly and let it happen. He’d do everything in his power to get back at Sans. Sans is a difficult skeleton to figure out, but Razz is very determined, and once he’s able to determine Sans’ peeves, he’d take full advantage of them.

When it comes to sharing, Sans isn’t very fussy. But naturally, this annoys Razz. He sort of thinks that Sans should care that Razz got to choose the movie twice in a row, or that Razz had the last slice of cake, or that Sans offered to sleep on the couch when there was only one bed. Ultimately, they’re both pretty selfless when it comes to trivial things.

3.
“Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?”

The short answer? Absolutely not.

To elaborate, neither of them are very accustomed to displaying affection. Razz is especially pent up, and might worry that any kind of feelings for Sans would be a sign of weakness. And Sans is no better. He likes to play himself off as the cool, carefree comedian, but he struggles a little around Razz (partly because Razz throws him off a little, and he often feels like he needs to step in to keep him in check).

As time goes on, they might grow a little more used to each other’s company, and small gestures might become instinctual without them realising it. Still, if either of them catch themselves doing it, they’d immediately stop.

8.
“What do the like best about their partner?”

Razz likes that Sans is a bit of a mystery to him. At first, this aspect of Sans’ personality would definitely teeter him. From a survival perspective, not knowing someone who could potentially be your enemy is a very dangerous thing. But Razz grows to like this. He normally tends to find the Tale ‘verse skeletons boring, but Sans is just the right amount of “creepy” to keep him on his feet – while providing him with some relief from the harsh demeanours of Fell monsters.

As for Sans – at first – nothing. He doesn’t trust Razz. He doesn’t like how unkind and tart he is. He doesn’t like the way Razz walks – that stupid strut and the way he sways his hips as if he’s trying to irritate Sans. Or that stupid smirk of his. Or the way he sounds when he actually laughs (especially when it’s at one of Sans’ jokes, which he certainly doesn’t make just to try and make Razz laugh). Or…

Okay, there are some things Sans likes about Razz. But he’ll never admit them to himself. He might claim that he dates Razz ‘out of spite’. Deep down though, he does see a small part of Razz that he admires. Razz isn’t kind, nor is he generous, or compassionate… or at least, he tries very hard not to be. Sans isn’t normally very competitive, but he almost takes it as a challenge to make Razz – who is normally so cold and stony – laugh. He really likes Razz’s laugh.

23. “How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?”

As I stated before, displays of affection aren’t really their thing. Their hugs are few and far between, and the ones that they do share are often brief. But… every now and then, Sans can tell that Razz needs a little comfort – and vice versa. In those rare cases, their hugs are long, quiet, and gentle.

Kissing is a bit of a weapon for both of them. Before they start dating, they might try and kiss each other to throw each other off. The novelty of ‘the surprise’ wears off pretty quickly though, and they soon start kissing just because they enjoy it. Razz likes rough kissing, but Sans is the opposite, and he’s pretty good at getting Razz to wind down and take things slowly.

Razz thinks he’s the ultimate tease, but in truth, his flirting isn’t quite up to scratch. He might have a few dirty one-liners ready to throw Sans’ way, but he gets flustered too quickly when Sans throws them right back at him. Sans is a surprisingly smooth flirt, he just seldom brings it out. He’s a master of manipulation, and could have Razz eating out of his palm… if it didn’t take so much effort. Mostly he just compliments Razz’s ass (and it’s enough).

39. “Who initiated the relationship? Who kissed who first?  When did they realise they were in love?”

Neither of them really initiated the relationship. It sort of just… happened. If you really had to pick one of them, I’d probably have to say it would be Razz, but perspectives differ.

Razz was extremely persistent. (I sort of wrote a bit of a drabble about this a while ago), but I like to headcanon that Razz asks Sans out as a dare, and Sans goes with it out of spite (and partly because he finds flustered Razz very amusing). And as far as their first kiss goes, neither of them are really sure who initiated it. Once again, it sort of comes out of a dare. Razz is very spiteful, and would never back down from a dare. However, he’d probably get nervous at the last minute and try to back out – but Sans would help him take that final step.

When it comes to love with these two, I don’t think it would be a ‘realisation’. They might quietly admit to to themselves, but it’s unlikely they’d voice it for a very long time. The occasional “I love you” might start slipping into their conversations, but there would never be a “confession” as such.

As I wrote this, I realised that Rottenjoke is sort of the Spicyhoney of Sanscest. Good Ship™. Thank you!

(I just have one more to go now, I’m sorry I’ve taken so long with these!)

18 and 23 for Rottenjoke >:D

Hooray, some Rottenjoke!

From this ask meme.


18. “What are their dates like? How long do/did they date? Do they ever feel the need to take a break from each other?”

I think at first, their dates would be a little awkward (at least, that’s how Razz might perceive them). While Razz is normally very outspoken, he feels slightly intimidated by Sans, and isn’t quite sure how to hold a proper conversation with him. Sans is okay with silence, but Razz feels the need to fill it, so he might blurt out a lot of (possibly personal) things without meaning to. Razz would also make it his mission to treat Sans to the epitome of extravagance (partially as a means of showing off, partially because he doesn’t want to disappoint Sans). But when Sans picks the date, they normally end up cuddling on the couch and watching TV (which Razz pretends to hate, but doesn’t obviously).

I can see Razz and Sans’ relationship going two ways. One: they last a lifetime. Their dynamic just works, and despite their differences, they seldom fight about petty things (mostly because Sans is very patient, and doesn’t mind if Razz needs to vent to him every once in a while). Or two: Razz gets scared when he realises he might actually be falling for Sans and breaks up with him out of panic. If this were the case though, I don’t think the breakup would last very long.

A sadder version of this may involve a Razz who is a little less tolerable, and a Sans who is a little less forgiving. Perhaps Razz makes one too many offhand comments about Sans’ brother, or perhaps Sans just loses his patience with him a little too often, and they end up splitting permanently. (But as far as my headcanons for these two go, I don’t think this is likely to happen).

23. “How do they hug? Kiss? Tease? Flirt? Comfort?”

Initially, I don’t think Razz would be at all tolerant of any forms of physical contact. But Sans can be very manipulative if he wants to, and I think an unending tirade of flirting and teasing would be enough to break Razz down. When it comes to flirting, Sans is a lot subtler than Razz is. He might mask a compliment with a joke, or ‘accidentally’ brush Razz’s arm or fingertips on occasion. Razz is far less reserved, and once he catches on to Sans’ ‘game’, he’ll gladly reciprocate, sweet-talking (or at least, attempting to sweet-talk) Sans into oblivion. And his flirting is a little more crude.

As for hugging, I think Razz is a little averse to public displays of affection. So in the company of others, hugging is all but off-limits. Maybe a quick one-armed hug, but nothing more. In private though (and especially when they start sleeping in the same bed), Sans notices small changes. Hugs aren’t really Razz’s thing, and Sans respects this, but when they fall asleep, Sans often wakes up with Razz’s arms wrapped around him.

Kissing is a little strange for them at first. Sans likes kissing slowly. He likes to savour it, to make his partner gradually fall apart beneath him, to tease them. But Razz likes to give it his all. He doesn’t hold back, and often tries to dominate his partner, even during light kissing. So initially, it’s a bit of a battle. But as time goes on, they find a pleasant balance. Sans will let Razz think he’s in control, until the last minute when he finds himself moaning beneath Sans’ subtle touches. And Sans will do anything he can to make Razz blush.

Comfort is a bit difficult for these two. Neither of them are prone to opening up about their feelings, and neither of them are overly pushy when it comes to getting a partner or friend to open up. So a lot of tension between them goes unspoken. 

But sometimes – more often when the hurt is physical – they will completely dote on each other. If Sans sees that Razz is injured, he might ask what caused it. And if Razz brushes him off, Sans won’t interrogate him, but he might sit quietly with him, or do something simple for him, such as making him a cup of tea. Razz is a little less inclined towards making simple gestures, so instead, he’ll be blunt. He’ll make a vague attempt at appearing not to care, but he isn’t very good at hiding his concern. He might try to spoil Sans a bit, taking him out on a date, or making him his favourite dish. His favourite method of comfort though – sex. And it has about a 99% success rate.

Damn, the more I write about these two, the more I like them. Thank you for sending this in! ❤

For the writer prompts thing What about Rottenjoke with 7? Do what you will.

Oh my, thank you for sending in Rottenjoke! The prompt is 100% made for Razz. I’m starting to get into this ship, and it was great having the opportunity to write it. For whatever reason, I went for a bit of a weird approach with this one, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Warning: The Underfell brothers are little shits.


Edge watched with amusement as
Razz continued to fail at stopping himself from sending quick glances across
the crowded room. He could tell that Razz was trying very hard to distract
himself with the puzzle in front of him, but his gaze kept wondering over to
Sans, who was standing alone in a corner, idly sipping on a bottle of ketchup.
His eyes suddenly landed on Razz, and his permanent grin widened as he shot the
other skeleton a wink. Edge smirked at the deep blush that rose to Razz’s
cheekbones, the smaller skeleton quickly glancing away, focusing perhaps a
little too hard on the simple jigsaw before him.

“five g says sans rejects ‘im
when razz finally asks ‘im out.” Edge glanced down to see his brother leaning
against the wall beside him, grin plastered on his face as he took a long swig
of mustard.

Edge hummed, observing the two
skeletons. Razz still seemed to be having a hard time keeping his eyes off
Sans, and the lazier skeleton was clearly aware of the fact, which appeared to
be thoroughly amusing to him. “Make it twenty G, and you have yourself a deal,
Red,” Edge said, smoothly. He glanced down at Red, who had a brow bone raised.

“gettin’ a bit cocky there,
boss?” He seemed to think for a moment, before nodding. “fine. deal.” They
shook hands, then both strolled over to where Razz was sitting. “heya kid,” Red
greeted, offering the short-tempered monster a (rather forced) amiable grin. “what’cha
up to?”

Razz’s expression was bored,
barely flicking to Red as he continued to stare deliberately at the puzzle
pieces. “You’re a sharp-witted monster, Red. I’m certain you can figure that
out for yourself.”

Edge smirked at Red, who shot him
a scowl. Sitting down, Edge said, “Hey Razz, what do you think of Sans?” Both
Razz and Red’s gazes shot to Edge immediately. While Red looked suspicious,
clearly trying to determine Edge’s angle, Razz was looking very flustered.

“I don’t—nothing!” Razz
spluttered, purple rising to his cheekbones. “I don’t think anything of that
trashbag.” Eyes wide, he blinked for a moment, before quickly returning to his
puzzle.

Red’s eyes remained on Edge,
narrowed and skeptical. Edge maintained a neutral expression, raising a brow
bone at his brother. Red slowly turned back to Razz, the strained grin
returning to his face. “alright kiddo, no need to play it coy. why don’tcha
just ask ‘im out? it’d spare us all a lotta pain.”

Razz went still, and Edge noticed
his fingers tightening slightly around the puzzle piece he was holding. “Your
skull really is thick, isn’t it whelp? I already stated in rather explicit
terms that I have no interest in that grinning piece of garbage.”

Edge and Red exchanged a glance.
While the blush on Razz’s cheekbones was a very clear indicator that he was
lying, neither of them were in the mood to wait for him to concede and admit to
his feelings. Leaning back in his chair and folding his arms, Edge nodded. “I
suppose you’re right, Raspberry.” Razz glowered slightly at Edge for using the
nickname, but otherwise ignored him. “There wouldn’t be much point asking him
out—he’d probably say no anyway.”

This certainly seemed to get
Razz’s attention. Gritting his teeth, he looked back up at Edge, glaring. “No,
he wouldn’t!” he snapped, dropping his puzzle piece. Seeming to realise what
he’d said, he cleared his throat. “Not that—not that I would want him to say yes. I have no interest
in him whatsoever.” He frowned, going quiet, before muttering a silent, “But he
would say yes.”

Red gave a shake of his head,
shrugging. “i dunno, brat, i think the boss is right.”

“I don’t understand why you’re
still talking, whelp,” Razz growled, but Edge could tell that Red’s words were
getting to him. “And he isn’t. My
charms are irresistible.”

Edge could tell that Red was
trying very hard to stifle a snort at this, so he leaned in. “Well, we don’t
really have any way to prove it, do we? I suppose we’ll just have to assume
that Red and I are right. Two against one.” Sitting back again, he smirked at
the rage slowly rising into the deep purple eye-lights of the small skeleton.

Taking a very long, deep breath,
Razz finally looked up, sighing heavily. “You’re both wrong. And I’ll prove it.” With that, he rose to his feet, taking
another stiff breath and straightening his clothes, before marching over to
Sans.

Edge shot Red a smug glance,
before quickly rising to his feet and following Razz. As the Underfell brothers
approached, Razz turned, glaring at them. Sans was regarding the three
skeletons with amusement, chewing on the nozzle of his ketchup bottle. “well,
this looks like it’s going tibia an interesting conversation. what can i do you
for, gents?”

Edge rolled his eyes, but to his
surprise, this only seemed to fluster Razz even further. Clearing his throat,
and placing his hands on his hips, as if to steady himself, he levelled Sans’
gaze. “Red and Edge seem to be under the impression that you would not wish to
date me—should I ask.”

Red shot Edge a grin, mouthing
‘pay up’, but Edge merely rolled his eyes. Sans’ grin widened, but Edge could
see the dubiety in his eyes as he shot both Underfell brothers skeptical
glances. “that so?”

“It is. So.” Razz looked awkward,
seeming to be having a difficult time keeping eye contact with Sans. Silence
reigned between the four skeletons, and Edge could tell that where Razz was
starting to look very uncomfortable, Sans appeared to be trying to stifle a
huge grin.

“so, you gonna ask?” Sans’ voice
seemed to snap Razz out of whatever stupor he’d been in, because he blinked,
his blush darkening.

“W-what?”

Sans shrugged, taking a swig of
ketchup. “well, how are you gonna settle this if you don’t ask me?”

“W-well, I—” Razz fiddled with
his bandana, before clearing his throat. “Very well. Sans, will you—” Razz
broke off, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Will you go on a date?
Um—w-with me?” Razz immediately dropped his gaze, his cheekbones glowing, hands
fidgeting uncontrollably.

Sans watched Razz, humming
thoughtfully for a moment. “hm, i dunno kid, it kinda feels like you’re doing
this out of spite.”

Edge narrowed his eye sockets,
and caught sight of Red grinning beside him. Then, to his surprise, Razz pulled
himself up, huffing. “Well. Ninety percent of my important decisions have been
made out of spite. It’s part of my charm.” Razz’s sudden burst of confidence
seemed to falter slightly, and he quickly looked away from Sans again.

But, much to Edge’s surprise, this
actually drew a chuckle from Sans—and even more astoundingly, a pale tint of
blue blush. “heh, it certainly is.” Sans’ gaze drifted to Edge, who suddenly
felt the scrutiny the comedian always seemed to be able to project simply
through the looks he gave. Keeping his expression as placid as he could, Edge
returned the look. Eventually, Sans looked away, his eyes returning to Razz.
With another gulp of ketchup, and a shrug, he said, “alright. sure. let’s go on
a date.”

For a moment, Razz seemed
stunned, opening his mouth and closing it again when he seemed to realise he
had nothing to say. Finally, he seemed to find his words again. “R-really…?” He
narrowed his eye sockets slightly. “This… isn’t a joke, is it?”

Sans chuckled, shoving his hands
in his jacket pocket. “nah. i’d rather sell both my kidneys than patella lie to
you, kid.”

For a moment, Edge wondered if
Razz was going to snap at Sans for the pun. But instead, he gave a curt nod,
hooking an arm around Sans’—clearly much to the lazier skeleton’s surprise.
“Very well. In that case, we ought to discuss the activities of our date.”
Razz’s cheekbones were an intense shade of violet, but other than that, he
seemed surprisingly composed. Edge noticed the return of faint blue to Sans’
cheeks as well, and he shot a very miffed looking Red a smirk.

As Razz strutted through the
crowded living room towards the couch, Sans leaned in to whisper to Edge. “i
know you and red probably took some dumb bet on this, and i’m guessing it was
red who bet against the raspberry.” Edge glanced down at Sans with a raised
brow bone, impressed. Sans’ gaze flicked to Red, who was still looking
unendingly irritated, before turning back to Edge. “can’t deny, i’m a pretty
spiteful person myself.”

“Sans!” Razz called, arms folded
across his chest. “If this is to be a successful date, it requires maximum
effort from both parties! No
fraternising with the losers.” Razz regarded Edge with a smug grin.

“You really showed us, Razz,”
Edge said, dryly. Razz’s grin faded, and he glowered at Edge, before turning
his attention back to Sans.

“Well, Red,” Edge said, turning
to regard his brother, “I do believe you owe me some gold.” Red huffed,
scowling at Edge, and kept his arms firmly crossed. “Oh come now, brother,
don’t be a sore loser. It was a fair bet.”

Edge smirked at Red, who pulled a
face, before glancing at Sans, wondering just how far the grinning skeleton
would be willing to go just to spite Red. But upon closer inspection, Edge
couldn’t help but notice how genuine the normally forced-looking smile on Sans’
face was as he watched Razz, who was talking animatedly. Mind made up, Edge
turned back to his brother, crossing his arms. “Alright brother, I’ll give you
another chance.”

Red’s eyes flicked up, sockets
narrowed in suspicion. But Edge could tell he was intrigued, clearly not eager
to give up his gold just yet. “hmm, i’ll bite. stakes?”

Edge smirked, already feeling
victorious, before leaning in to whisper, “Double or nothing—they will have
slept together before the end of the week.”

Compound Fracture, Ch. 5: Throwing Stones

itsladykit:

In which Razz considers a few things and ultimately makes a decision he may end up regretting.

Warning for memories of domestic violence and unhealthy mindsets.

…Also. If you haven’t read it…you may want to go read Ch. 5 of “Bone Shards”. It might color the perception of a few elements here.

If you’re not reading Compound Fracture already, I strongly recommend you do! It’s absolutely brilliant.

Kit, thank you for giving us some Razz POV. This was an awesome chapter (but aren’t they all?).

Compound Fracture, Ch. 5: Throwing Stones

How about Rottenjoke, since there may be hints of it in Compount Fracture? 👀

itsladykit:

(…At some point, I stopped writing an answer and started writing a prompt. I don’t know how or why, but this is pretty much a prompt. I’m sorry? I think?)

Sans is, honestly, a little intimidating to Razz. He can’t even say why exactly. There’s just something a little…off about him. But Razz isn’t going to let anyone ever guess he feels that way. So he makes it a point to antagonize Sans, only to find that it is almost impossible to get a rise out of him. The only way to manage it, really, is to target Papyrus. Even then, his reactions are incredibly unsatisfying. A glare. A brief crackle of magic. Otherwise, Sans is acting like he doesn’t even notice Razz’s behavior and that, that will not stand!

So Razz takes drastic measures–and kisses Sans, determined to get a reaction, any reaction.