LadySaffire

Requested by deerspawn (https://www.deviantart.com/deerspawn) (A/N: More Christmas themed stuff, and also more Sans ^_^. Apologies if characters are OOC. Advice is welcome.) (A/N Update: I'm laughing because most of the comments are people saying how they can't get snow.)    ~~~        A light breeze swept throughout the area, messing up her (H/C) slightly, and sending some snow in the direction that the wind was travelling. She pulled the scarf she was wearing closer to her face to protect her from the protruding cold of the winter weather. Her jacket was done up fully, and she had chosen to wear the warmest socks she could find. She looked over to the figure beside her th

Prompt: "I could imagine this song playing in the Hardmode version. Like Sans takes you to Grillby's and there is only enough for one person. So you and him have a friendly spar for it. But he REALLY wants the food. So Sans doesn't hold back, and really tries to throw you off. But the smell of that food... fills you with DETERMINATION." __________________________________________________________________ “So, what’ll ya have?” Sans asked. You looked around, looking for a menu, or at least something that would tell you what they served here, since obviously Sans wasn’t going to help. “Uhh, I’ll take

Thick slobs of drool clung to your teeth as your tongue slid over them. Bubbling laughter ricocheted out from your chest, your intentions made loud and clear for the skeleton in front of you. Clutching the knife tighter, you stepped over the line he had placed in between the two of you. If skeletons had tears, his eyes were gathering a wetness. His voice was hoarse and scored across your ears uncomfortably, "Not again." As your being was revealed to him, you couldn't help but choke out, "What, have I rattled your bones? Or am I just that Sansational?" Your tongue hung from beyond your lips, spittle tickling your chin. His head lowered, and h

Freelance Research in System Ketchup is what his papers read, the true word blocked underneath blue crayon, and Gaster made a mental note to tell his sons to stay out of his work papers. Next to the paper’s vandalized title were doodles of three stick figures that Gaster knew his youngest had drawn as they vaguely appeared to be him and his boys… why the smallest had a cape on he may never know. Gaster would emit, though, that it was a nice touch to see on a boring day like today and in such a dull room. The lab was boringly quiet and the eggshell white walls offered no excitement nor did the black and white checkerboard titled f