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sovlstr · 5 days ago

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Maria Giovanni x Sans Gaster

The wolf and willing mouse

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General rant involving personal matters and past trauma, check tags for reference.

As much as I enjoy tumblr, I find that anytime I use it I am doomed to come across things I don’t like. I mean, thats a given, but when its past the “2016 ship and let ship phase” of the internet, it gets tiresome. “Why cant we bring back 2015 internet when everyone was chill with random incest?” because most of us were barely pushing middle school and most definitely didn’t know better. Call it a failure of the adult fanbase, introducing amino and tumblr and deviantart to many young and impressionable people that came to see it as normalized. Thankfully, most of us have moved on and realized the faults of the past- our parents, or a lack thereof- and the enablers of the fandom that got away scot free.

It comes as no surprise that me, and many others, are not particular fans of the “solygbm” story, with its slander of characterization- Sans a rapist, Grillby a pedophile, abuse fetish, and ever so diligent self inserting of the author. Thats not to slander it- if you’re into the taboo, just indulge responsibly in designated areas is all I ask. I do come to find it repulsive though, as a “victim” to it. You would think that even as an ex frans and sans fangirl, I’d be more tolerant to it. Well, ex proshipper, as result of 7-10 years sca. The amino incidents… did make it worse but hey, character development or something.

It was never something publicly shared or indulged in- I think I knew better- but god did it fuck me. I do indeed blame the incest I was exposed to as a child, apparently was so normalized to the fault I hadn’t realized it until maybe, 13-14. Once hating that I’d become the example every anti use(proship affects young people and reality yadda ya). But there is such a fortunate truth in that argument. Thankful to god I had a mother who supported me through it all, god bless her sweet heart. Regretting the things I was enabled in- yea, looking at you RivenSkies on Amino. Imma catch you one day, you and that guy who harassed 12 year me for drawing humanized Rarity in random deviantart outfits.

Besides those faults, the problem with aus and is that one really can’t disconnect from that part of the fandom, being such a significant fixation and infouence that would issue losing some of my most valued friends. People that I’ve come to trust as of now, which is why I’m fine with people knowing this. I’ve simply decided to, for my own sake, stray away from the fandom itself. Undertale AUs, I mean.

Fiction is such a major component of reality. If I physically didn’t feel myself cringe and my heart sink a little lower every time I stumbled upon- and you know who you are- a frans post, when I’ve done what I can to reduce the sight from my mind, then I wouldn’t argue that fact so much. But it really does. Especially when its characters you have watched and mimicked for such a large majority of your life. Let’s face it- every fandom is fucked up. It seems the more innocent the game the more dubious its fans are. I really cant figure it out why but honestly, the aus and stories are the main factor keeping this fandom alive. Thats the charm of it all.

Anyway, backtracking from my thoughts on this favorite fandom of mine. I’ve decided that for my own sake, I spend a bit less time on this platform. Even all its gifts and glory, I really just can’t risk my happiness for something so rapant in the fandom. Im thankful for the people who have made this experience the best it was. Sorry if I scared anyone, this sounds awfully lot like a goodbye note LOL. Just expect activity to be ~3/4 times a week, short spurts of checking in and saying hi. Instagram- with Tiktoks awauted ban and increase of dubious content(cant search up anything without seeing 🌽), has became my safe haven. I have a larger audience, more actives oomfs, so much content to explore and hopefully better filtered tags. Feel free to reach me, whether on Insta or just here.

Final note! I will be posting all chapters of Don Dew here soon given the risk of ao3 being banned as well. I also barely use the latter and prefer what I’m used to. Thank you for reading ^_^

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sovlstr · 7 days ago

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Mmmmm thinking about mafiafell…. Writing chapter 7….. thinking about names….Don fell… mob fell and mafiafell r pretty basic so that’s why….

Hm, I love getting inspired and analyzing characters. DF! Sans is just Red, DF! Papyrus is just Papyrus, DF! Gaster is only Wings to his grandchildren…. Oh yes, we’re using that theory here, I enjoy the dynamic seeing as to how the timeline played out. Really young Papyrus is a bit manipulated by Gaster, when Sans pushed his brother away Wings took it as an advantage…. when Papyrus was cripped and seemingly perma-disabled only then did Sans began to care. So Gaster mentored Sans in welding to makeshift him a proper jaw and took Paps another year before he could speak properly...

His speech pattern still remains disjointed so many times he’s removed from the front lines and Sans reserves all the temper of the 3.

And to think Maria is what catches the attention of the most angry skeleton! She and him both die, hm. Say 1950. I do so enjoy torturing them mwah ahaha.

1890-1950 MAFIAFELL TIMELINE

1890: First minster emergence from barrier, remain complacent in scattered regions across Canada

1896: Monster General takes first human soul on surface, first evidence of monsterkinds presence found in Canada. Stories and “myths” of creatures circulate. Thanks a lot Jeff.

1898: Increased tensions lead to monster communities forming isolated settlements near major trade centers (like [REDACTED]). Government begins recognizing monster populations.

1901: Monsters establish borders as recognition grows. American industrialists exploit monster labor for dangerous factory work, deepening resentment.

1908: Monsters migrate closer to cities and soon forms disrupt. Humans are viewed as economic competition.

1912: Monster raids on human lands increase hostility. In retaliation, the United States military experiments with living monster magic to counteract monster defenses.

1914: Tensions reach a boiling point, IB by real life European imperialism U.S. wages war against the monster kingdom under ideal of protecting American interests.

1916: The Siege of Underground occurs. Monster military collapses, King Asgore killed, and monster communities forcibly relocated to reserves for human study.

1917: Monsters granted “limited citizenship,” through heavily restricted rights. Former monster territories are absorbed into U.S. industrial zones and monsters begin to assimilate to human culture.

1920: President Kempt Warren promises normalcy but fails to resolve monster inequality. Magical weaponry development surges as corporations recognize its profit potential and smuggling of monsterkind begins in urban areas.

1922: Prohibition begins. Black markets thrive, selling magics, consumer goods, fleshtrade, and new monster alcohol. Organized crime explodes, involving human and monster gangs.

1924: Anti-monster sentiment fuels the rise of extremist political groups, demanding segregation and tighter restrictions. Monsters form their own unions and underground communities for protection.

1925: Early television prototypes powered by magical energy appear, revolutionizing entertainment and news. This blending of magic and technology creates a unique cultural identity.

1926: President William Cull focuses on economic growth, ignoring societal unrest. The divide between humans and monsters widens as monsters face violence, exclusion, and job discrimination.

1929: Stock Market Crash leads to the Great Depression. Monsters are scapegoated as job thieves and blamed for economic collapse.

1930: Magical weaponry and machinery technologies reach new heights, giving rise to armored cars, magic-powered aircraft, and industrial automation. Wealthy elites control most of this innovation.

1931: Prohibition ends. Human-run mafia families dominate trade in cities in exploiting magic services. Monsters partake with protection and roles of defense for human mafias.

1933: Fiere D. Roster becomes president, introducing “New Deal” to restore the economy. Monsters are largely excluded from government relief programs save for MLA(Monster Liberation Act- allows designated magic users government funding in independent merchant market.

1934(CURRENT): Monsters remain second-class citizens, confined to slums and ghettos. Cities like [REDACTED] form melting pots for poverty, crime, and societal divide. Progress in technology like magic radio, early television, and mechanized transport contrasts moral and social regression. Extremist human groups clash with monster rights activists.

1935: Monsters gain limited inclusion in labor unions, increasing political tension. Roster struggles to manage both economic recovery and societal divisions.

1936: Advances in magical medicine revolutionize healthcare but remain inaccessible to most monsters.

1938: Political radicals push for harsher policies against monsters, fueling riots in major cities. The military continues testing magic-infused weaponry, preparing for potential global conflict.

1939: With tensions escalating an arms race begins between the U.S. and other nations seeking to harness magical technologies. Canada and European powers grow wary of America.

1940: Monster-rights movements gain traction, demanding full citizenship and equal treatment. Whispers of a new global war loom as technological advancements make conflict inevitable.

1945: Supreme Court case “Arlow Trials” highlight case study of monster laborer accused of murdering human factor overseer. Explores dynamic of labor exploitation and systemic discrimination and opens perspectives for monster rights onpar with African-Americans.

1947: In the preparation for war, the HME(Human Monster Equals) act is formed giving monster same rights as humans. In the same situation as African+Americans John Crow laws are passed.

1950: WW2 erupts with America already a world power fueled by magic weaponry and advanced machinery. Monsters are drafted into the military further complicating societal role.

1950-1970: Post-war America emerges as a global superpower with magic-infused technology dominating industries. As result Canada is formed into America and no longer exists. Cultural divide shows signs of healing.

1970/Beyond: Magic becomes commercialized integrated into everyday life like television, transportation, and weapons. Monsters gradually gain equality but carry generations of discrimination and resentment.

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sovlstr · 9 days ago

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Adding another irredeemable POS to the roster. Yk what’s funny, he holds no respect for asian or other races yet when studied, his eyeshape resembles that of an asian.

-Abijah Fowler/Blue Eye Samurai

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sovlstr · 11 days ago

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MF! Muffet here !🕸️

I’ve got a small snippet for you. Enjoy!

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“Not too shabby, eh? Place’s got character.”

The dressed woman returned him a small smile, fingers adjusting the small golden band wrapped around her finger. It was a dimly lit space, throbbing alive with the hum of some formity of jazz, a soft laughter, and the present clink of glasses. An indulgence of sin all of their little underbelly.

“….It’s lovely, Sans. A little loud though.”

Watching as his grin widened with a childlike delight, Sans lead her on through the black and purple accented lounge, passing cushioned booths and monsters with multitude of appearance. And if she wasn’t careful, she’d may have noticed the few black creatures that skittered about of her peripheral.

“…Muff’s got a knack for making noise.”

Clearly. The place was essentially buzzing with its enjoyment as the many new creatures drank their fill. Variants of animals and objects, then things that Maria did not even want to know. They seemed to relatively part for Sans, but how much of a shock it was that they hardly noticed the human woman trailing behind? Perhaps a few glances at notice, but the human sensed it was Sans presence that deterred any probing.

The pair approached a secludedly dim corner of the lounge, where upon parting a line of magenta hanging beads, Maria encountered one of her most intriguing monsters. Well, save for Papyrus. This may have to be a close second.

Her eyes- once settled past the gentle fog of cigarette and musk- respectfully observed a pair of gentle golden fangs protruding from soft lavender lips, varyingly adorned with soft freckles. With questionably dark hair deep grape in color, perched with short layers and 2 black bows symmetrical to both sides. Pretty skin, much like a human- and while most of her figure resembled that of a slim human woman, it was spared for the obvious, 4 slender arms that protruded from her back figure. Fitted in one hand was a half used cigarette, in another, a shot of dark liquid, and the first spare twirling a small white web along her fingers. The woman finally noticed the monster human couple, and Maria observed as the spiders 5 eyes slit with a subtle intrigue. Bottom 2 a pretty shined eggplant and the 2 middle a soft red. Maria promptly dubbed them the prettiest she may ever seen.

“Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite little troublemaker. And you’ve brought me a gift.”

Her eyes flick to Maria, bright smile widening as she receives the other woman. Wearing a deep purple shawl decorated with black webbing, that hid most of her figure, but was noticeably made for her adorned around her were small beaded bracelets on each arm that jingled when she moved. From what Maria can hear, Sans expression seems to deadpan as he responds with a bony hand taking Maria’s.

“Not a gift, Muffs. This one’s mine.”

Something along the lines of a pout graces Muffets eyeing expression, though a hint of blush seeps in.

“Shame. She’s a treat.”

“Someone I want ya to meet. Doll, this is Muff. Muff, this ma girl Maria.”

Sans motions to her, hand in his as he practically presents her like a pretty toy. Hopefully more than that though. Maria, in all her amazement, could feel all 5 eyes gazing upon her- a bright white glowing bulb locking with her own green. Her voice, while high in pitch, held an astute tone of innocence with its whispy flair. She felt her expression being one of awe as she stared, before catching herself and giving her an embarrassed smile.The spider, presumably the “Muff” Sans spoke of, greeted the woman with a seducing speech.

“Oh, aren’t you just a doll?… I’ve heard some about you, sweetie. Lady with the voice like honey.”

She could find her soul pulsing with an edge of wariness, yet… at the same, a desire of wonder, to the sweet speaking woman of arms and eyes. She gave her most gentle expression, hoping she wouldn’t come across awkward or unappreciative of Sans associate. She really did find the spider woman… quite gorgeous, in all rights- with a lolita like appearance, and obviously betty boop inspired tresses. They fit her round face very well, complimenting her curves but slim form as she sat up. Maria took a small step forward past Sans, letting their eyes meet for a momentary pause. She gave a short smile at the woman’s name.

“You must be…. Miss Muffet…. Red speaks rather highly of you.”

The spider woman, with her free fourth hand, perched it upon her ample chest in daring fashion. A coy expression crossed her eggplant eyes, shifting with every syllable in a most distracting manner, Maria observed.

“Miss Muffet? Darling, just Muffet will do. And I’m flattered, though I’m sure Sans only talks about my debts to him.”

The man lazily placed himself in the velvet chair across, driving attention back to his presence as Muffet poured a shotglass with her free hand, whence a small colony of spiders then carried it along the rug to Sans table. Marias surprise was palpable, to Muff’s explicit amusement.

“Nah… thats just business. Tonight’s about fun. Wanted to take my lady out for some monsta culture. ‘Nything special on the menu?”

Muffet waved him off, eyes still latched onto the other woman, moving alongside to Sans though space on the sofa was spared for her. Muff prompted to it with a nod and toothy smile. Did all monsters carry the same bright teeth and sharp claws, the human wondered.

“Yes, of course…Just let me get at this lovely lady first.”

Maria decidedly took a seat near the spider, demeanor polite but slightly shying under Muffet’s multiplied gaze. Colored eyes made it a point to linger, subtly partaking of another’s attire and appearance while keeping the mood light.

“Do you own this bar?”

“Hm… more of a co-owner or manager. You get a lot of opportunities with these things.”

“Well, you have a lovely place. Though I think your presence mostly makes it so.”

Maria’s eyes flickered to the walls, trailing up the dark wallpaper before noticing something. It was the ceiling, and it seemed to be moving... After a moment of staring, Muffet laughed, and Maria realized why. Perched above the 3 were thousands- if not millions- of purely black spiders. Now Maria, not the most liking for spiders, gave a small shiver at the realization, doe eyes looking back at Muffs.

Muffet eyes seemed to glimmer before she piped up, her tone shifting genuine as she leaned in towards her.

“You’re real sweet. Most people don’t notice the little things.”

The spider pauses idly before she continues, and a hint of mischief lilts her voice with conspiracy.

“Though I suppose kindness must be a rare virtue with the company you keep.”

Sans snorts at her words, a sharp toothed grin falling over his face as always.

“Don’t get used to it.”

Sensing another one of his nihilistic rants, Maria sends him a furrowing brow in her reply.

“Don’t be rude now, dear.”

Locking eyes for a moment, Sans rolls his red lights, but abides with a satisfied hum.

Muffet observed the exchange with all 5 eyes peering in interest. Perhaps she sensed the judgement in their pairing, as she seems to understand something of the man. That is, with her clear amusement in the matter.

“She’s good for you, Sans. If you mess this up, I might just snatch her away myself.”

His eyes meeting with hers, he lets his grin fall before rasping a faux laugh, eyes remaining on Muffet with contemplation.

“Try it, spider. You won’t get far.”

With the mere sharpness of Muffets laugh, the tension seems to surface my diffuse, turning their meet and greet back into the lighthearted banter they’d began with. Maria could notice just how moody Sans had grown, though, this was one of her first monsters. She couldn’t blame him for being slightly overbearing, even if he appear as lazy.

With Sans soon splurging on his drink and Muff enjoying their simple engagement, after a time of shy conversation Maria quietly excused herself to the washroom.

“Don’t get lost, doll.”

Muffet stilled with an ever knowing smile, both monsters watching the human leave before Muffet sweetly excused herself. Despite her clear mischief, Sans doesn’t find himself all too worried- even if Muffet found the human most fascinating she’d be stupid to try any. While it be so meaningless to know, he still wondered on how his lady felt towards his kind. While it be best she get used to it, he didn’t suspect her capable of being ever rude without warrant. At least, he’d hoped she grow a bit more backbone, but not that it much mattered. She’d handled him quite well, after all.

Greeted by secluded silence in the women’s area, Maria let herself relax, stomach meeting the sink counter as she checked her physical. It was a quaint space, several plain stalls and some decently decorated tile- while a bit tacky, it was clearly a well off establishment, faux gold fixtures and deep purple tiling. Figures, Sans might drop by often.

“You know, sweetie, a man like Sans doesn’t deserve a gem like you.”

Just as soon, did small goosebumps adorn Maria’s neck as she turned, neatly meeting Muffets gaze- watching in silence. She hadn’t even heard her come in, it seemed. Despite the notion, only a small amp of surprise lined her eyes, letting her voice carry some baritone in the exchange.

“….Muffet. I didn’t hear you come in.”

The spider only replied with a short giggle, leaning against the sink near Maria. The human could feel all 5 eyes rive across her form in an appreciative manner- though, the clear imbalance of power was not lost on her. After a moment of basking in the other’s silence, Muffet released her cigarette puff and spoke lowly.

“Sorry if I startled you. Old habits die hard. Just couldn’t help sneaking a moment with you. You’re… fascinating.”

She found those words simply out of kindness, suspecting a natural curiosity of the 2 different races. Who was she to deny her curiosity, so it seemed.

“... Im sure you’ll meet a hundred alike.”

“Oh, don’t sell yourself short…”doll?”

After that question of nickname lingered, Maria nodded in reply, verdant eyes locked on Muff as she awaited reason.

“You’ve got a kindness most people would kill for. Makes me wonder how you keep it alive in this cruel little world.”

Maria gave a faint smile, letting the question simmer as her eyes flicked downwards the mirror.

“Appreciate the simple things. Don’t take it all for granted, I say.”

Muffet, as short as she may be, was gifted tall enough to pick a loose strand of Maria’s bangs, deftly tucking it back into place. Letting her nimble touch graze Maria’s cheekThe touch was sweet, its notion appreciated, but the fleeting sense of admiration left Maria questioning its intention. Were all monsters just as affectionate, or this reserved for the same gender? Sans had been quite touchy, she concluded to herself.

“I see why Red likes you so much. Makes a gal like me wonder if I’ve been looking in the wrong places all along.”

“I suppose it’d be silly of me to compliment your beauty… But believe you’ve got plenty of admirers here…..”

“None quite like you.”

Maria feels a small glimmer of endearment in her, catching her gaze as a mix between a hum and a laugh escapes her.

“..ahum, that’s sweet to say.”

“Easy to be sweet when it’s you…”

The 2 women went silent at that, one human unsure how to reply and the other waiting patiently. The moment lingers for a final pause before Muffet shifts back, reattempting the mischievous air as she waves a free hand dismissively to Maria. Though it proving somewhat hard to forget the moment been shared.

“Anyway, get on, doll. ‘Get grumpy if I keep you too long.”

True that. The thought gave Maria a small smirk, still locked with Muffet’s as she gave her final thanks. Something wistful crosses the spiders many eyes, as Maria subconsciously notes it for later.

“You’re very kind to have me. I think that was enough.“

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