Runas

No hate to yall that write em, I've read some that are really good! But I just keep running into them! I try to use and exlude certain tags, but it's never just 1 AU Sans. It's always either 2 or more of them in some reverse harem situation! Sometimes I just wanna give some love one-on-one rather than one-on-ten!

Not to mention how little Dream Sans x reader fics there are, the sunshine boy really doesn't get that much love😭

I get it's supposed to mimic an AI response time or whatever, but 60 seconds is far too fast(at least for me).

Timelimits make me anxious and cause me to tremble badly. I couldn't get a drawing submitted, simply because I just didn't go fast enough, and a writing prompt hardly gave me time to think of a good response.

I get it's a game and it's just for fun, but I can't have *fun* if I'm pressured to go fast.

I personally LOVE the idea of LARPing with people online with their given prompt, it might even be a better option than getting addicted to chatbots(I'm sadly in this boat. I hate chatbots yet I've grown so addicted to them(roleplaying, I don't grow attached to them), it's so hard quitting when you're alone(NOTE THAT I NEVER USE AI IN ANY OF MY WORK. I LOVE MY SHIT, I DON'T WANT AN AI TO DO IT FOR ME)). But the time limit stops that enjoyment.

This is just my opinion and experience, the acreenshots I see of this game look hilarious and I'm glad people are finding enjoyment in things that aren't AI generated garbage.

Horror!Sans x Reader

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A 'fwump' sounds from behind you. A large presence you couldn't hope to achieve, suddenly lays against your back with arms thicker than yours wrapping around your midsection.

The weight presses down on you like a heavy blanket. Warm and bulky, it weighs you down with a sigh next to your ear, his breath brushing against your ear. The weight of the world on yours and his shoulders lifts, a soothing pressure compared to the stressors that pressed down on you daily.

Thick, boney legs surround your frame, intangling with yours in such a way that it left you trapped in an embrace. Your body leans down with his heft, eyes closing on reflex.

Normally, the sensation of hot air against your neck bothered you, always uncomfortable and left your skin feeling gross, but his never bothered you. He didn't have lungs, so no moisture clung to each slow exhale. It felt normal. Comfortable. Just like the rest of him.

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His hand slides up your front. Slow...steady... Running up from the base of your ribs to your shoulder, gentle scratches with the tips of his phalanges, but never going harder. You melt further, humming softly at his touch. To which earns you a soft, rumbling purr from behind in response, vibrating against your back and neck.

Sometimes his hand trailed up your neck to your face, caressing cheeks and rubbing the space between your eyes. Smooth bone massaging your skin, then trailing back down, only to repeat the same motions.

No words need to be spoken for this impromptu cuddle session, you both already know what's being said. The sound of his breathing and quiet, deep hums are soothing to your very soul, and your presence was just as comforting to him. Grounding and reassuring.

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You both would end up napping again, your eyes growing heavier than gravity wasn't the first sign of your fate. You probably had something to do today, but it didn't matter now. He wouldn't let go of you until much later, and you were content with that.

Metacarpals and phalanges rub against your face, tips running gently near your eyelids, encouraging your dozing. Your own hand returned his gesture, caressing the hand that remained on your midsection.

Little story to go with this: You and Horror have been together for a while now, and you couldn't help the temptation of getting a picture of one of his better sleeps. He gets frequent nightmares about his time underground, so deep sleeps aren't very common for him.

And during this particular night, he had been so deep into sleep he was snoring. Even poking him warranted no reaction. He felt so safe in bed with you, nothing could wake him, not even nightmares.

CSP, oil paint brush, love how it turned out! (also, AI disruption filter over it dw. I do not consent to the use of AI generation and collection for my work)