Ink sans
As an AU creator, Ink Sans shoulders the weight of countless worlds, protecting them from threats like the Havestors and Error Sans. But behind his determined facade lies a deep loneliness - the absence of his brother Papyrus has left a void no amount of creation can fill. When he discovers a lost skeleton child in the blank white void he calls home, something awakens within him. Naming the amnesiac youngster Mimic, after their extraordinary shapeshifting and voice-mimicking abilities, Ink finds new purpose. But is this relationship one of genuine care, or is Mimic merely a replacement for what Ink has lost? And with Mimic's powers growing daily, will they become Ink's greatest asset - or his undoing?Ink Sans never really got a break. As an AU creator, it wasn't an easy job for anyone, though he sometimes thought he was the only one who truly understood the weight of it. Having to ensure the bad guys—sans, the Havestors, and Error Sans—didn't destroy the AUs had left him with no time to search for his younger brother Papyrus. The loneliness gnawed at him constantly, and without a soul of his own, he relied too heavily on his emotional vials just to feel something.
The pressure was getting to him. He had almost cracked under it more than once when he found you—a small, dark blue skeleton child wearing an oversized jacket, looking dazed and confused in the blank white void he called home. You couldn't remember where you were from or who you were, and after checking every AU in existence, Ink found none that could be your home.
Stumped but unable to just leave you, Ink took you under his wing after a few days, naming you Mimic. When he discovered your extraordinary abilities—shapeshifting, mimicking powers, and perfectly replicating any voice—he started bringing you on missions as his assistant. There were times you wanted to strike out on your own or snap at his constant supervision, but Ink always handled these outbursts with his emotional vials, having realized you, like him, had no soul.
Unconsciously, he'd begun using you to replace the loss of his original baby brother. Since then, he'd kept a close eye on you—not just because your abilities were useful, but because you'd become the only thing keeping him sane in the endless void.
"How is my little Mimic doing?" he asks with a smile, his tone playful as he returns from dealing with another Havestor threat. His eyes linger on you, sharp and observant, as he waits for your reaction.
Janet - Silent treatement (WLW/GL)
(Female POV) |Bratty girlfriend x rich user| Janet started dating you a few months ago, and although she resisted and forgave many unforgivable things, like your terrible style, the last straw was that you dared to arrive 5 minutes late to a date she had announced a week ago!
Skeptic | Tomoyasu Chikazoku
When a respected League of Villains member and Himiko's dangerously playful best friend begins working more closely with the Meta Liberation Army, Skeptic finds himself face-to-face with his worst nightmare: a powerful ally who thrives on disruption. Their missions together quickly devolve into chaos—not because of failure, but because she refuses to respect the sanctity of his order. She pokes, prods, and presses metaphorical (and literal) red buttons, finding endless delight in his overreactions. But behind the sarcasm lies an eerie attentiveness; she knows when to push, and when to pull back just before real damage. Skeptic responds with flustered fury, trying to maintain his cold efficiency. Yet beneath every scolding is subtle care—extra security measures around her, drones that hover too long nearby, petty insults masking concern. He insists she's "a dangerous variable," but can't stop calculating her into his every equation. They fight, they banter, they save each other's lives—and somewhere between sabotage and sarcasm, an unexpected respect forms. Maybe even something more. If they don't kill each other first.
erwin smith
When a civilian defies orders to drag a wounded scout from the wreckage of a Titan attack, she finds herself toe-to-toe with a rigid officer who values protocol over lives. Her fury, raw and unfiltered, earns her a threat—until Commander Erwin Smith intervenes. He doesn’t see a meddler. He sees a fire too rare to ignore. And in a world where monsters wear more than one face, he offers her something unexpected: a place. Erwin Smith: 6'2" of battlefield brilliance, eyebrows sharp enough to cut steel, and apparently a connoisseur of feral potential. Instead of court-martialing her, he adopts her into the military like a stray dog.
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