#bara adoptables

You were a patient person, and you knew MK and her main squeezes were going through a confusing time, what with Black being pregnant and due in just a few months.

You also were well aware that your choice of Bara was...different. He was difficult, and getting him cleared through Papyrus to come home had been a long, arduous process. You'd been receiving updates on his progress, personality evaluations, generalized diagnoses...but never a bill of release.

It was difficult to keep still most days when the mail popped in from the mansion. Would today be the day? You always hoped, and always were disappointed.

-CONTINUES TO SHOW FLIPPANCY IN THE FACE OF HIS ISSUES. WILL TRY AGAIN NEXT WEEK.

-OPENED UP A LITTLE TODAY, BUT HIGHLY COMPARTMENTALIZED CERTAIN ISSUES AND TOOK HIS RAGE OUT ON FELLOW ADOPTABLES. RE-EVALUATION IN ORDER.

-REFUSED TO COME TO HIS SESSION TODAY. CANNOT RELEASE.

It was heartbreaking, considering how enamored you had been when you'd first set eyes on him through the one-way mirror. To know he was hurting so much, and you weren't any help, was devastating.

And so, the idea had come about that you would write letters back and forth, a way to convince him to comply and prove you were waiting for all of him when he gets here. At first his replies were short, but after a while, you had a steady communication going, and he began to seem excited about meeting you.

One day, though, all his letter said was:

i hope you're ready for all of me.

xoxo, your tramp

You quite honestly didn't know how to respond to that. The context was...nonexistent. Was he being self-deprecating? Was he being flirty? You had no idea, but…

...him walking through your front door as nonchalant as could be, as if he had always lived there? Definitely unexpected.

"what's with the face, babylove?" He purred, dropping a bag on the kitchen table before drawing you close. Warmth spread through you, tingling with want and need as he kissed you, as if it were the most natural thing to do in the entire world, as if you hadn't woken up this morning thinking it would be several more weeks before you met.

When he broke the kiss, his violet eyelights were burning with passion, something soft and sweet and entirely too perfect and yours.

"I...the release?" You managed, confusion and awe making your voice unsteady.

He grinned and pressed an envelope to your chest. "signed and dated, passed with flying colors. that's th'power of love, darlin'."

You would have to read it at some point, to see what all he had going on and see what the responsibilities on your end would be like...but for now, you couldn't think of anything except laughing, hugging him, kissing him, getting him settled.

And he followed you all the while, his eyelights trained on you in little tiny violet hearts, already so in love and so ready to take on the world for you.

For you. His star, his tree of life...his love.

February patron reward for @raemation of her OC and her adoptable Crimson!

I had fun playing with these two! Looks like he's finally settling in and getting attached!

Want a free sketch or drabble each month? Exclusive content? Sneak peeks and WIPs?

I was thinking of doing a thing where I let my followers come up with an idea for a bara to create. How it would work is I put out some options and let you guys pick which ones you guys like the best. Than, using said options, create a bara. You guys can also submit options or character ideas.

I don't know if they'll become an official character in the blog but maybe they can.

It's taken a while to get them settled for adoption, but I hope you will cherish your bonded pair! This bonded pair is a Spice and a Tramp, a rare pair but a happy one indeed. Both boys are generally very relaxed, so long as they are allowed to be together. Mere mention of splitting them up for adoptions would send Tramp into panics, and Spice was quick to lobby for dual adoption rights, so it was obvious righr off the bat that they were not going anywhere without the other.

A few notes about their quirks and personalities:

Spice

This Spice has a surprisingly pacifistic view of life. He believes his pursuit of power and the violence of his world is what led to the death of his brother, and though more than capable of protecting himself and those he cares for, he would like to avoid any fighting.

Occasionally you will see him reading his favorite book, over and over and over--Pride and Prejudice. The copy was a gift from his brother, and it is very rarely not on his person.

He is confident by nature and slightly overbearing, and as a Spice he will likely test you a lot once you get him home. Give him positive attention when he acts up--this seems counter-intuitive, but he needs the affirmation that you care and didn't mean to ignore him.

Tramp

Very passive and timid, almost fragile. He loves pets and naps and positive praise, but if sexual affection is something you get into don't be surprised when he pulls a complete 180 and becomes a dominant force with a taste for degrading words. We still aren't exactly sure why this dramatic split happens, but it should be safe.

Please do not forget his twice-monthly sessions with Papyrus. Unless you find another counselor you prefer, we will provide the service free of charge until no longer needed.

His panics are frequent but easy to break. Physical affection and soothing tones, cedar-scented candles, and a little bit of time are all that is needed.

Reccommend setting aside time a few times a week to spend time alone with yout Tramp. His bond to the Spice is very strong, and as a High-attachment adoptable, if he doesn't get enough time alone with you he may wrongly assume you don't want him.

He has a small puzzle box that belonged to his brother. If you see him playing with it, he probably needs a few minutes alone.

Space requirements for these two are varied. They need enough space to live and interact with each other and you--if you need to borrow some rooms from the mansion, we can provide a small apartment or granny unit for them.

We truly hope you enjoy these boys and their different and interesting quirks! They are certainly excited to meet you! They are ready whenever you are. I've enclosed a picture for you.

Best Regards,

MK

"Hello"

As she signs her sensor gloves translate through their tiny speakers.

"I'll start with.. My name, yeah, I'm Maple Tree, May to my friends, I'm 8ft tall and pretty sure I'm about 30 monster years old"

She pauses to retrieve 3 items from a box she'd set down at the table.

"Brought these, wasn't sure exactly what to bring so, I thought these would suit?"

She sets down a Japanese maple bonsai tree with a small silver chain dangling from it's branches, a half sphere pendent hanging from it.

"And one of my favorite books...Harry Potter... I'm a bit of a nerd"

Her shoulders shake and she creeks a little as she chuckles.

"I'd like to adopt a Bara please, taller then me if possible. I've heard good things about them!"

"Honey and Tramp really caught my eye but I'm having a hard time picking between them, maybe you can help MK?"

"I work as an orderly at the local hospital, helping patients and the like. I work a lot of hours but I'm sure I can cut them back *chuckles* especially if I have someone waiting at home"

"Uhm I don't eat but I can cook, well I've been told I'm not to bad"

She shuffles in place a little, nervous.

"It's hard to describe yourself on the spot"

"Oh I'm interested in either friendship or relationship in my bara, though i can't really....fullfill... all aspects of a sexual relationship, unfortunately...."

"I'm not..." she waves her hands up and down her body, clearly frustrated "all there"

"The girls i work with say i have quite a caring personality, very motherly, but fun? The 'Mom Friend' they say, whatever that means."

She stops, starting into space for a few seconds.

"I think that's it? Am I suitable?"

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"Of course you are! Now, I can see you've set your heart on a Tramp or a Honey, so let's break down the pros and cons.

Honeys are generally more high-maintenance, requiting more affection and communication and time. They attach very quickly and are prone to jealousy. They are more easygoing when it comes to the type of relationship, but often suffer from high libidos and overflow of magic--as long as there is a good plan in place to assauge their semi-constant heats with toys or other forms of affection, then it should not affect your relationship.

Tramps are easy to handle, requiring very little attention and affection to know how you feel. They may seem distant at first, but they attach just as quickly as Honeys and are fiercely loyal. They are pushy in the respect of relationships and will want to form a heavy emotional and physical bond quickly, and may be prone to depression if sexual needs are not met. Like Honeys, there are many ways you can help a Tramp with these urges, and as long as there is a plan they should be fine.

Alternatively, if you want a lovely companion who has no sexual needs, but will check all your boxes for romance and affection, there is always the option of the Creams, as they are ace/demisexual to begin with."

You already did the match-up but you said it would be good to have a match-up submission to have on hand so here it is:

I am a chubby young woman dealing with life to the best of my abilities seeing as I have no friends outside of the internet, I write Romance Stories, Fluff Pieces and Romantic Horror (Yandere stuff) and have a large desire to have anyone in a relationship with me (and I do mean any kind of relationship) to spoil me and in turn I will spoil them, giving them gifts, desserts, a confidence boost, jokes to brighten their mood, anything they need. 

I would also want people (or in this case a bara) I can share stories and music with, as they are important part of my life. However in a romantic partner I kind of want someone who will match me in how high my libido seems to be in comparison, and that’s the only difference in treatment, they will always receive love and attention no matter the relationship

The trinkets I would bring actually amount to three as I would bring a stack of my best stories to present to see if they like it, on a scale of sweetness to yandere, a tray of my no bake peanut butter bars (which are like Reese’s with a gentle graham cracker crunch) and a music player filled with every song I could get my hands on, from ones that make you want to dance, to those that make you want to sing, others that make you motivated, and others that make you want to hug someone.

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MK pulled another parchment over, dipping her brush to begin another letter.

Dear Dotchi--

I thank you so much for your patience in finding you the perfect mate. After receiving your gifts and being your pen pal for a few weeks, we have a very shy Cyprus who has decided he’s ready to come home with you! I know we have been discussing him for some time , but if you need additional time to prepare for him we understand.

Some basic information for you, since they are not included on the brochure due to rarity:

Cyprus, unlike their Tramp counterparts, are relatively short for a Papyrus bara. They usually stand at about 6′4″ to 6′7″ tall and hold themselves even smaller. They are slender and fragile, with only 1 HP, but hold a lot of magic in their bodies--due to this they are easily susceptible to magic overload, but are capable of amazing feats of strength in a pinch.

The Cyprus are a very shy breed, very nervous, but wonderfully loving, loyal, and submissive once they’re comfortable with their partner. They are high attachment and low handling, meaning he will hopefully psuedo-bond with you upon sight--if this does not occur then do not fret, for this one is still healing from the loss of his brother and may need some extra time to adjust.

He was intrigued by your offer of music and as such has decided to bring you a gift in the form of some records that are dear to him. He also keeps his brother’s royal guard medals in a shadowbox that he would like to display in his living space, if that is alright with you. I suggest an upfront manner and honesty with this one--he tends to worry himself half to death with any sort of mystery.

I’ve enclosed a picture of him so you may make your final decision, and he is ready as he’ll ever be whenever you are.

Sincerely,

MK

Pairing: UF!Sans (Bara adoptable)/Reader

This is a monthly free drabble for @raemation including her OC and her Bara adoptable, Custard!

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Custard peeked into the living room where you were parked on the couch, cute little socked feet pointed straight up and kicking idly as you read something on your phone.

He twirled his laminated four-leaf clover between his knuckles as he watched you, idly pressing the bruise on his cheekbone. He knows you hate it when he pokes at his wounds, but he can't help it. It helps him feel grounded.

Like fighting. It helps him feel alive, helps him keep his head. Lets him know everything is real.

Like...this house, and you.

His world had been a nightmare. The mansion with the others had seemed like Heaven. But here, with you? It was somewhere in between, and much more gratifying. He knew he had bonded with you practically on sight, and fuck, that scared him--he had certainly tested you endlessly since coming here. Being out late, coming home drunk, getting in fights nearly every day. He'd cussed at you, he'd ignored you, he'd hidden out in his room for days at a time, he'd yelled at you to leave him alone…

...and yet everything was met with understanding and patience, a sweet smile and an offer of help, gentle hands and kisses. You had an overwhelming amount of patience and tolerance and forgiveness stored in that tiny little body, and he blames his clover for getting so lucky.

He backed up back into the kitchen and against the wall, tucking the clover in his shirt pocket with a deep sigh. He's nervous about this, about you, and about fucking everything up and getting sent back to the mansion. He had seen another Crimson that had been sent back--a walking pile of dust, that guy was, at least until he'd been adopted again. He didn't think he could survive if that happened to him, not after…

...his free hand gripped the dog tags around his neck, feeling the edges of Papyrus’ name etched into it. There's nothing quite like losing the only person you've ever cared about to make you paranoid about bonding with anyone. It's even worse that he had seen a dozen or so just like him daily at the mansion, almost identical--but not quite. Not his.

But you, you're his. Er, he's yours. Sort of. It's pretty confusing, but the bottom line is that you claimed him excitedly and took him under your wing, and all the things he's done to try and drive you away have proved useless.

You want him here.

And now that he's basically been forced to accept that, it opens a whole new set of worries.

What if you don't like dirty jokes? You don't joke around a lot, and except when he's beat up you generally leave him be. Does that mean you don't know if you like him yet? Or if you do, or did, what if he changed that by being so difficult? What if all that excitement and coy shyness when you met was gone now, not because you were used to him, but because you didn't want him anymore? What if his humor is too dark?

What if you get tired of him?

“hey, what kinda chips you want?” He called out, making a beeline for the snacks to take his mind off things. His hands were shaking as he sifted through the cupboard, hoping you at least appreciate the effort.

“YOU KNOW I'M A SLUT FOR DORITOS!”

He froze, blinking a little in confusion, and then chuckled as he grabbed the bag of Doritos.

Looks like he was worried about absolutely nothing.

“I’m so glad we were able to discuss our…special case,” MK says softly. “And even more glad that you don’t mind taking him! I know it’s been a struggle here, but I’m certain that he’ll do better at home with you! Come, sit so I can tell you the full story!”

She guides you to the parlor where Papyrus sets down a tea tray. Surprisingly, Boss is already sitting there, arms and legs crossed as he stares out the window at the false sunlight of Papyrus’ garden. You’re surprised to see him, but given what you have heard about this particular adoptable, it isn’t that shocking that MK would ask him to sit in.

“ABOUT TIME! HONESTLY, IF YOU WEREN’T SO SLOW, FOX, MY PSEUDO-BROTHER WOULD HAVE BEEN WELL ON HIS WAY TO HEALING BY NOW! SO INCONSIDERATE!” Boss scoffed at MK, who raised a brow at the worried face that betrayed his tough words.

“I’ll ignore that because I know you’re anxious,” MK coos softly, kissing the skeleton on the temple before plopping down beside him, tails resting in his lap.  He visibly relaxed and flushed a little, caught in his worry. His arms unfolded and his hands dropped to disappear amongst the fluff of her tails. “Now, to the point. The Crimson we discussed, he’s…a special case.”

“HE’S TRAUMATIZED!” Boss growled. “EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN’T ABANDON AN UNDERFELL MONSTER! I WISH YOU’D GIVE ME THEIR COORDINATES SO I CAN–”

“Hush, big boy,” MK soothed, patting his knee. “This Crimson comes with his share of heartbreak. Crimsons are a High Attachment Bara breed, and this one has…already had an owner. It’s a miracle he’s lasted this long with us, but it doesn’t look good, if I’m honest. His Hanahaki’s has progressed to Stage 3, meaning it has worked it’s way through his sockets and teeth as well as his ribs. It’s going to be a constant pressure in his life until he chooses to remove it, if that day ever comes–if he doesn’t, then making a new connection with you might be enough to halt the progress, maybe even reverse it.”

“HE IS FRAGILE AND SCARED OF EVERYTHING! HE DOESN’T LIKE LOUD NOISES OR HUMAN MEN, AND HIS FAVORITE FOOD IS ENCHILADAS!” Boss interjects. “HE DOES BEST WHEN HE CAN CUDDLE SOMEONE WHILE SLEEPING AND IF HE GETS AT LEAST 6 HOURS OF SLEEP EVERY NIGHT. ALSO, HUGS AND AFFECTION MAY FREAK HIM OUT AT FIRST BUT I PROMISE YOU HE NEEDS THEM AND ENJOYS THEM.”

“He’ll be okay, Boss,” MK says gently, patting him again.

“LIKE I’M WORRIED!”

He very obviously is…

“Obviously this will be the last time he is ever adopted out,” MK says, clearly fighting off the urge to glare at you–she trusts you implicitly, of course, but you can understand the hesitance. “We will need to sign a contract stating he will not be rehomed or abandoned again, for his sake. I can provide you with the numbers and locations of his doctors and such, as well as a key to the mansion should he feel the need to visit. I know it’s a bit much, especially with all the mistrust and fear you will have to work through…is this okay?”