#“oh what if it was actually Wingdings”

[forgettable-au]

In a Deltarune au of THIS au, would the "little brother" in the house trousling bones be Papyrus or Wingdings?

Okay this is an old ask and I was gonna answer with some drawings but ...

I DON'T HAVE A DESIGN FOR WINGDINGS THERE!!!! SO!!! I CAN'T...

Still, I'll try to answer :D

YES, PRECISELY

I DO HAVE A DELTARUNE AU OF THIS AU

And in this AU of my AU, the reason why we don't see Papyrus or hear his name is because it's actually still Wingdings lmao

Turns out he didn't shatter across time and space here

I need to make a design so I can draw some of these ideas but, uh, I'll explain the basics quickly!

So! Wingdings and Sans are still twins, Sans just likes to be annoying and call 'Dings his younger brother (which is something that actually does happen in the main forgettable-au lmao)

They're a bit older (I just generally hc everyone in deltarune is a bit older than their undertale counterparts) and they just moved to hometown from the city! That's were they used to work! Before Wingdings got fired for unnamed reasons! Also, Wingdings is using a fake name "Roman" !

And yeah!

Wingdings and Sans are currently in the middle of a fight? They're not on the best terms, Wingdings didn't want to move to hometown and refuses to get out of the house

Wingdings is not doing great! He has no job, no friends, he just moved out of the city he didn't want to leave, and there's other stuff too!!

Sans isn't doing that great either but he's trying to do okay! He sees hometown as a new opportunity and a he's already making friends with the locals! He's trying to get Wingdings to do that as well, it's not working!

Why would Sans ask Kris to hang out with his brother, a grown man? I DON'T KNOW, BUT LIKE, THAT'S WEIRD EVEN WITH REGULAR PAPYRUS! (I know a lot of people think Paps will be a teenager in deltarune, but idk, that feels weird?? Why would Toby make so many characters older and then Papyrus younger??? It's still a possibility tho... and it would be interesting to see)

You know how in forgettable-au they both still use proper grammar before the incident? That doesn't work here (because Sans in deltarune is clearly using lowercase and I can't just change that), sooooo... they both use constant lowercase!

Or I could just ignore that one theory of uppercase and lowercase and accept it's probably just a stylistic choice....but I won't do that............

And yeah that's basically it! :D

Imagining this au of my au as a thing to happen in game is very funny, because if something like that actually happened I don't think the fandom would ever recover.... just imagine the chaos...

For anyone that might ask this:

Why would the voice at the start of the game react to us naming our character Papyrus if Papyrus isn't in the game?

My explanation for that is: Well, if theories are correct and that voice IS Gaster, he probably knows that we know Papyrus from playing undertale! He's acknowledging that... not the fact that Papyrus is in deltarune...but there might be someone similar we can meet, he knows who we expect

Okay that's it! That's the AU of my AU! I really want to make art for it

But I seriously have no idea how Wingdings would look...

I'm just...very bad at designing regular clothes.....

[forgettable-au]

OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD OH WOW

THIS IS AMAZING WHAT

I'VE BEEN STARING AT IT ON REPEAT FOR MINUTES NOW OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD

OMG THANK U SO MUCH FOR MAKING THIS????THIS IS INSANE?WHAT

AND THE ANIMATION IS SOO GOOD TOO

AIAYDKWJE I LOVE THIS AND YEAH THEIR RELATIONSHIP CAN BE LIKE THAT AND AND I'M GONNA KEEP RAMBLING IN TAGS

Please everyone watch this it's sooo good‼️

UHHHHHHHHH- OKAY LET ME EXPLAIN.

First of all, Forgettable!AU amv fanart stuff for @sunsestart cause this story is fukn magical and i cant wait to see what happens :3

Second of all ((in depth explanation))

I heard this song (Wasted Summers by juju<3) and I went *gasp* its skelebros fr fr. Plus I was already in desperate need of something to draw so BOOM!! Inserted in my brain for the next 3 days

EXPLANATION FOR THE AMV! ALL THINGS STATED AS “FACT” THAT HAVENT BEEN SAID ON THE BLOG ARE JUST MY SILLY LITTLE HEADCANONS!

Blue represents Sans and Green represents Papyrus/Wingdings. As kids when they were in waterfall, shocker, TEAL WAS ALL AROUND!!! They were harmonious and it was awesome. Then :(((

(what happens when you birth a skeleton kid who has a completely incomprehensible font??? 0 SOCIAL INTERACTION!!!!!!)

The 0 social interactions besides his brother thing kinda gets to him sometimes. Mostly subconsciously, and yeah bros a little irritable. Slamming doors, worrying his brother, fun family friendly not sibling angst stuff.

Also did ya see :3 when WD turned around his eyelights went out :3 we like to have fun here.

Also in the first little bit showing them finding stuff in the garbage dump as kids, the next shot is only Sans finding the stuff. cause WD is in the lab. and the colors are so lifeless and dull compared to when they were kids ((suddenly in tears))

ALSO THAT TV BIT, WD on tv being announced as The New Royal Scientist! and him just being so uncomfortable😭 has been a visual in my head for a while, so glad i got to draw that now

OK AND LAST “ALSO”. That last part with WD working on Blueprints and saying “yes you can” is the scene where Sans is like LETS DO SOMETHING OUTSIDE and WD is like “nah… imma do my own thing”

ok I lied, last also. the “yes I can” part of the lyrics. First they’re talking about how “oh you could totally work in the lab when you grow up” and “omg no way… only if YOU also work in the lab when you grow up”

Then they’re talking about how “oh you can leave if you want. shut up lemme finish my work” and “…omg I CAN get him out of the lab”

(ww a a ah h)

OKAY THATS ALO BYYYEEE

[fabricated-misslieness]

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: miles morales x hispanic male reader (featuring my accent)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: you're speaking spanish and he can hardly understand.

ʀᴇ𝐐: no ~ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 635 ~ established relationship

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: swearing, kissing, miles sitting on your lap

ᴍᴀʏʙ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: if i miss any tildes just know im not a man who paid attention to his tilde classes and also the difference between por que and porque and when they have tildes (dont think too hard about the wingdings)

☾⋆☆⋆☽

Was it wrong to admire him? Maybe it was, you didn't know; staring at strangers was wrong, but this was your boyfriend.

Miles had an effect on you. You couldn't quite name it, especially not when he asked. You just knew it had you staring, staring at his wide smiles or his expressive eyebrows or how he looks like when he's focused on drawing. You often stared when he wasn't looking, but when he was, when he returned your gaze, offered you an automatic smile, raised a teasing brow, you couldn't help but to kiss him.

But, for now, you were just looking, admiring. You could only imagine how dopey you looked right now. It's probably hilarious.

"E'te man me tiene loco." (This man drives me crazy.)

"What?"

You shake yourself out of your stupor, "Nothin'. Keep drawin'."

"No, no, dijistes algo." ((you) said something.)

"Ahahaa, no." You try to laugh it off, but Miles can see in the way that you tense up that he's right.

"Mira yo se que me mientes." He lifts himself off his seat, pointing a finger at you. (Look, I know you're lying to me.)

You cringe internally at the fact he didn't pronounce his r correctly but continue on. You raise your hands in feigned surrender, "No sé de que me 'tas hablando." (I don't know what you're talking to me about.)

"Me 'tas? Metas?" The confusion was visible on his face, which was frankly adorable, "Like goals?"

"No, mi amor," Miles sits himself down on your lap–so casually–and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around him. The normality of it makes you relax again. "I mean to say, "me estas", but because of my accent, I cut out the "es"."

"So just say "me estas"." He replied, like it was that simple.

You roll your eyes, "I don't think about the way I say things all the time, you know. Just like how you forgot to roll your r's."

"I did not!" He shouts, pretending like he's offended.

"Oh, but you did."

"Ok, mira, carrro," He exaggerates it for you, "carrrrrro." (Ok, look, carrr. carrrrrr.)

"Okay, okay, now remember it."

"Whatever." He scoffs, "You've been deflecting."

"Have I?" You bring a hand up to fiddle with the unshaven hair at the back of his neck in the hope of distracting him.

"Yes." He digs his accusatory finger into your chest, turning the tables on you and your criticism of his shit Spanish. "Ey, stop trying to distract me."

You don't drop the hand but you stop playing with his hair, "Lo siento." (I'm sorry.)

"Dime lo que dijistes." (Tell me what you said.)

"Dijiste." You correct.

With a groan, he says it correctly. "Dijiste."

"Dijequemetienesloco." You say fast. It was a bit embarrassing to admit it, even with the many times that he's caught you staring.

Combined with his bad Spanish and how fast you said it, Miles did not understand a single word. "Dijek met ien lowcou." (👎︎♓︎🙰♏︎❑︎◆︎♏︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♓︎♏︎■︎♏︎⬧︎●︎□︎♍︎□︎)

"What language are you speaking?"

"That's what you said." He laughs. "But seriously the curiosity is killing me!"

"Fine..."

He fiddles in your lap excitedly as he anticipates your words.

"Me tienes loco." (You drive me crazy.)

They were simple words but he didn't understand them. "I have you crazy? Do I drive you mad? Do you think I'm that annoying?"

Stuck in your own embarrassment, you ignore his rambling and begin your own, "I mean I actually said "Este man me tiene loco" but you know it's practically the same thing and you'd complain about me calling you man porque it's so impersonal and–" (This man drives me crazy.)

Meanwhile he's over here still trying to figure it out, until, "Wait it's "You make me crazy!". Ohhh."

You prepare yourself for teasing but are instead met with a soft little kiss.

"I drive you crazy, huh?" Miles smiles one of those smiles you always adore.

"Yes." There would be teasing later, you were sure of it, but for now you relished in kissing him. You couldn't have enough of him.

[ken-dom]

Keyboard Smash

Steven Wingdings x afab!reader

1k words

∘₊✧ Summary: fonts drive him crazy in more ways than one.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: this is the drabble I was toying with writing… don’t @ me! This was entirely encouraged by the usual suspects, and I simply couldn’t resist

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, rough sex, dubious consent, slightly creepy vibes including a storm, very silly, probably classed as a crack fic if it wasn’t also pure smut, crying, meltdowns, font kink

∘₊✧─────────────────────✧₊∘

Your fingertips tapped the keyboard, the little squares clicking the letters into being on the screen before you.

You knew he would disapprove of this font, but it was easy on the eyes and you always managed to write more when you used it.

You could always change it afterwards. He would never need to know. What’s the harm?

You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms and sighing, tired but so close to finishing up.

You relaxed into your seat, amused by the eerie atmosphere in the room. The bright white light of your computer screen provided the only illumination in the room, aside from the occasional forks of lightning lighting up the night sky through your window. You smiled. He’d probably like that.

And with a loud clap of thunder and another dramatic flash of lightning, he appeared behind you, his shadow flooding your desk with darkness. It was as if he materialised out of nowhere. You jolted up, spinning around in your chair to see him standing behind you, furious and dripping with rainwater.

He didn’t say a word at first, his piercing blue eyes fixed on your screen, carefully taking in the words you’d written. And the font. Oh fuck. The font.

‘Comic sans,’ he muttered under his breath, taking his glasses off to wipe them clean of raindrops and place them delicately back on his face. ‘Comic fucking sans?’

‘I intend to change it when I’m done, but-’

‘Spare me!’ he roared, falling to his knees before you. ‘You’re writing a masterpiece like that in comic sans?! It’s tainted. I’ll never unsee it. You actively clicked on the font drop down, scrolled to C, and selected it, knowing how it would look!’

He was practically sobbing at this point.

‘I- I’m sorry, Steven, at least it’s not Pap-’

‘Don’t speak its name in front of me!’ he screeched.

‘Why don’t we just change the font right now, hm? What do you like? Times New Roman? Calibri?’

‘You can change it, but I’ll never unsee that hideous clown scribble!’ he wailed.

‘Is there anything I can do?’ you offered, beginning to feel at a loss, until a stroke of genius struck. Or so you hoped. ‘Here, how about-’

You turned back to the computer, highlighting the entirety of your work and choosing a new font. Something that would throw him off. Bring him back to you.

There was one you’d never used that caught your eye with its name alone; Satisfy. It seemed like it would be awkward to write in and more appropriate for titles, but it’s cursive style and sensual name immediately got your attention — perhaps it would get his too.

You read over some of your work while you waited for him to finish up his dramatics. It looked a little bit like his handwriting and you smiled at that, wondering if he’d actually copied it for his own penmanship.

Another flash of lightning and he was up again, his hand at your shoulder, warm and caressing.

‘Oh?’ he breathed.

You didn’t speak. Not yet. You let him take it in, biting your lips together in anticipation as he looked over you.

‘Oh, that’s very nice, that’s- mmh…’

‘See? That’s better,’ you smiled, pleased with yourself at having calmed him.

‘Over the desk,’ he instructed, low and commanding. ‘Now.’

You stood, heat flooding to your core at the suddenly seductive tone of his voice, and began to move the keyboard away for space, but a big, strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pinned it to the desk.

‘No. Leave the keyboard. I want to see our work.’

Excited, you propped yourself above it, while he made quick work of unfastening his trousers and sliding yours down, his elegant fingers immediately flying to your folds, circling your clit and ghosting over your slick entrance.

‘Mmh, soaked… you like it too?’

In all honesty you couldn’t say you had ever been aroused by a font. But then you’d never had a screaming, crying meltdown over one either. You guessed his reaction to Satisfy must have been as strong as his reaction to Papyrus had been all those weeks ago when you’d dragged him inside off the road, wet and shaking.

‘Yes,’ you agreed, not wanting him to stop.

Much to your disappointment, he did stop, but only for a moment; the next, he slammed his cock into you hard, stretching you open and driving his hips in sharp snaps against you whilst his free hand pushed your head into the keyboard.

An assortment of random letters and numbers burst onto the screen, displaying more of that delicious font, and he whined desperately.

His other hand snaked around your belly and to the apex of your thighs, rubbing furiously at your sensitive nub, making you squirm back against him. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you were ready to explode.

‘Say it,’ he cried hungrily, ‘say it!’

‘Satisfy!’ you moaned, not even needing to sex up your voice in the slightest. The font might not turn you on, but he did, and his request for you to say its name opened the floodgates into a string of needy moans.

Feeling you begin to clench around him, it took only a few more ragged thrusts and he emptied his release into you with force, a guttural growl echoing around the room while you milked him of all he had.

He collapsed, weak and groaning, on top of you, heavy breaths loud in your ear as he withdrew his length, carefully tucking himself back into his trousers and standing as soon as he was able.

‘Keep up the good work,’ he praised you.

And just like that, he was gone again, leaving you limp over the desk, leaking your combined juices onto the floor, Satisfy leaving a long trail of F’s and C’s and D’s in the space beneath your work where you were still pressed against the keyboard.

‘Comic fucking sans,’ you whispered, laughing to yourself as you peeled off the keys. ‘I’ll give him Satisfy.’

[n0maku]

Some details from the Undertale Legends of Localization book

271 pages! If the localization of Undertale into Japanese interests you, I suggest getting the book off of Fangamer yourself. Anyhow, here's some details I noted from my reading:

-"mt.ebott is "toby" backwards, inspired by mt. itoi from MOTHER" (translation note from Toby to 8-4). This detail is also mentioned at another point in the book.

-An image of the debug tool that 8-4 developed to quickly jump to points in the game has "No Mercy" as a tab...(?) selector...(?). I don't quite recall what other names have been used for the route 'officially', so found it interesting enough to note. It is also referred to as such a few other times in the book.

-The name they used for the fallen human (shown in their debug tool menu image) is "Rose".

-Toby instructed the translators to keep ICE-E somewhere, even if to keep it funny the wordsearch got changed to something else.

-It has been known by people already, but the book notes how each item has three names! One standard name, one abbreviated for battle menus, and one abbreviated for battle menus during serious scenes. I think I recall some post calling it "Serious Mode"...? For example, the Butterscotch Pie goes in the battle menu from "ButtsPie", to "Pie" in the Toriel fight from "Serious Mode" . (Though, it says they cut the abbreviating for the Japanese translation as there were less space needed for the item names. I guess that means the japanese version didn't get any 'silly' item name variations...?)

Now, this gets pretty long, so I'll just put a readmore here...

-The translation of the Wrong Number Song comes up in the book, and it actually references that the main fan theory for who the "G" is is Gaster! BUT it reveals nothing about it basically. Toby remained mysterious about the "G..." person referenced in the call, with his note on it being "Character's name beginning with "G"... Actually, it might be suitably bizarre if you leave this line completely intact in English." Disappointing, but admittedly expected that this book wouldn't give any more details about it.

Apparently initially the localization team also thought it was meant to be "Gaster" and put a "Ga--" in an early draft, but it got overruled by Toby's decision to keep the call in English.

-A section emphasizes how while Monster Kid's dialogue uses ore, a more masculine pronoun, ". . .Toby designed the character to have no clear gender," and "Monster Kid's gender is never specified in the original script." I personally found it nice how the section asserted Monster Kid's gender neutrality and emphasized the pronoun choices being more purely used to reflect character, and chosen after consultation with Toby. -Onionsan's unclear gender led to the translators choosing for them to use watashi (which the section describes as a "polite, somewhat gender-neutral" pronoun), or simply "Onionsan" (which works to emphasize their childish vibes). -There is nothing about Frisk/their name is never mentioned. A section on Parsnik only notes that Hard Mode is accessed when you "give yourself a certain human's name." -Apparently Toby says Alphys is pronounced "al-feez"

-It is noted that Toby did not mean to reference the "it's over 9000!" meme with the dialogue "OH YES! MTT-BRAND OVENS CAN REACH TEMPERATURES UP TO NINE-THOUSAND DEGREES!" -For the (slightly inaccurate) Kitchen quote CHECK text (two lovers standing over the cauldron of hell...), Toby asked the translators to just translate it directly instead of grabbing the exact lines from the Japanese version of Kitchen. The section emphasizes how Toby was so unattached to it being a reference that he specifically requested the translators to not bother with it.

-There is a section on Entry Number 17 (the wingdings one, not the unused alphys one)! However, it is not referred to as such, merely vaguely talking about it- how most people never see some of the lines in Undertale, and the process of translating the wingdings. (They wrote out the Japanese translation with English spelling, keeping the same wingdings font.)

The image examples they use are images of the wingdings "THE DARKNESS KEEPS GROWING" and it translating to wingdings "YAMIHA NOUDO WA MASHITE YUKU". Funnily enough, the section notes ". . .it almost feels like these messages contain dark secrets. . ." and ". . .the localization team wanted to preserve the 'dark, mysterious, and unreadable' vibe in Japanese too." "Dark" twice... ha ha, these writers, I swear...

Sadly, no mention of Gaster or any other insight on the entry. An example sentence they use for Wingdings is "I EAT BUGS EVERY DAY," so uhhh maybe that's a clue that he's a bug eater? (I'm joking...) -"Asriel Dreemurr" being an anagram of "Serial Murderer" is confirmed to be intentional by Toby. -Toby notes how the "But it refused" line has two meanings: One, that it can mean "refused to die," secondly, that it can mean "'re-fused', referring to how the heart fragments fuse back together again." It's another thing that's been noted by some people, but a neat detail regardless!

Alright, that's what I've got...! There's a lot of other stuff, like how dialogue that was referencing other games was handled, (which is a LOT), but these notes are what I found the most personally interesting and relevant to Undertale.

[urlsaremeaningless]

collection of funny things people I know have said (part 3)

Feel free to change pronouns as needed <3 have fun! please reblog this if you enjoy it.

im like a 6th month old puppy, im fully grown, buuut-

I love screaming

BEACUSE ITS CHEEEESE!

did we send a dog to Mars?

....we sent a dog AT Mars

Oh, the humanoid keeping cage

We are rehydrating the world leaders with Gatorade

They took away the rabbits titties

Would you peepee in your own bed?....why are you not answering?

I was thinking about how stupid koalas are.

you wouldn't watch censored hentai in public would you?

[name] that man is not wearing pants

the plot thiccccquens

Pittsburg is the germany of Pennsylvania

no no this is not the first time we've had this EXACT conversation....hey [name] whats wrong with our friendship

This is indeed a choice we have made.

I have taken up the MANTLE to read these

So you see, the hamburglar made his debut in 1971, and he looked like a preteen, which means he was probably born in the 1960s, which means he's probably around 60 years old.

you hear that, [name]? No one gives a shit if my ass is toasted!

I would say they are beefing, but the beef started with a can of soup, so I suppose they are actually souping

sometimes, i like to rub myself in vasaline and then i like to crawl on the ground, and pretend im a slug

Less daddy, more dead-y.

We drove through the entirety of Colorado and didn’t see one moose. And frankly, I’m offended.

1000% out of context, it makes sense as a joke i swear

I promise i will never send anyone a dick pick

I can't believe I got jumpscared by a penis

Second printing? Bitch I'm worth a first run

He SHOULD be FLUFFY!! >:|

an octopus has 8 tentacles, so logically if it has only 1, I'm calling it a unipus

[name] is wingdings 1 and im wingdings 2

im not gonna cry over a god damn drone in a fucking porn game

im gonna buy like a billion candy apples....so like two

I know they call them monsters but this is just slavery

we're just trying to get characters to fuck, [name]. stop looking too deep into things!

year nog egg round

Like religious text wise?.... it’s not. But i am fine with it.

Ooooo it burns a little bit when you get more than a tongue full

panic at Nabisco, where you just drop a pack of oreos on the dance floor

[the-grand-av3]

you guys should play doki doki literature club it is a very normal game

(Om is coming to realise, while writing, this shit only makes sense if you know the plot of ddlc)

(So i will give you a basic run-down if you don't know)

(It’s below the cut)

Ok

oh yes very normal game

al i think you'd like it

Would I? It seems very...

Girlish.

Ooh~ Let me play~

no not you they're teenagers we dont need that scandal

You know how difficult it is to write a ukelele apology nowadays

:(

play it you two ill watch

Spoilers for ddlc below

OKAY so basically ddlc is this psychological horror that takes on the initial form of a high school dating game. You meet four different girls. Sayori, aloof, cooky (Your first friend, neighbour), Natsuki, sweet, cutesy (A really stand-offish girl), Yuri, deep, brooding (Bookworm who is introverted and depressed), and Monika, brains, beauty (A seemingly normal girl, smart, the club leader of the literature club).

You, as the only male in the club, write poems by choosing words when prompted. This will guide you towards the dating path of one of the girls, resulting in different dialogue, scenes, and prompts. There's also a school fair coming up that the group is preparing for. You notice that Sayori is getting awfully distant with you, and soon you find that she's depressed, in love with you. You have the choice to either turn the confession down (when she does eventually tell you) or accept it.

Either way she hangs herself. The game glitches out and restarts, from the very beginning, this time, Sayori seemingly having been deleted. You notice that Yuri is acting more obsessive towards you, and Natsuki less angry. The latter confides in you that Yuri is acting weird to you, but the game glitches and "Natsuki" tell you not to worry about it. Yuri then stabs herself three days before the school fair.

When Natsuki and Monika discover Yuri's body, Natsuki goes to throw up and Monika seems eerily calm abt it. Shocker she actually is altering the game code to force herself to be the only option for you to pick. She's aware she is a game, but loves you regardless. The only way to beat the game is to delete her file from the game coding. Then the game will restart without Monika.

Okay.. so. This is the game its like a click and read i think

Mhm.

So should we make decisions together or do you wanna play by yourself

We should alternate between who gets to pick.

Okay uhh let me put in a name... Voxal... okay lets play

I don't like Sayori.

Shes such a cutie patootie why not

Annoying.

you are NOT gonna like the other characters then

Why?

I see why now.

OH SHIT NATSUKI AND YURI ARE FIGHTING

Whose side do we pick?

I like Natsuki

But I prefer Yuri.

It's my turn to choose

This could alter the entire game think about it properly.

I PICK NATSUKI

"I gently open the door".. okay bud sure you’re an asshole

Who turns a girl down like that? Who SCREAMS in response to that?

OH

OH?

OH MY GOD

THE SCREEN'S GLITCHING

womp womp wommpppp

THE GAME CRASHED

OH MY.

shes just like me

Wait so Sayori isn't a thing anymore

No, I don't think so.

Man thats wild

Wasn't expecting that.

Uhh, Yuri is acting weird.

She is

thats funky i wonder why

Oh she's stabbed herself.

Ouch.

What language is this wingding

Natsuki hi

It wasn't us. She was like that when we got here.

Oh there she goes

Throwing up

Hello Monika

OH?

OH SHE JUST DELETED NATSUKI

crazy

NO THE CUPCAKES SHE MADE

That's what you're worried about?

Can we use reverse psychology and delete HER file?

Lemme try

Oh shes tweaking

Wah wah. Restart the game.

Hello Sayori! You are now tolerable.

Hiiii :D

that hi was so zesty

Oh?

OH SHE KNOWS??

NEXT MONIKA??

JUST SAYORI?

[wendelin-utt]

Banana?

## The banana has been received. There are no banana emojis in the current ask game being participated. Under the 'Keep reading' will be exactly what Goopster here said. ## Edited slightly to make the Wingdings actually readable.

WINGDINGS: ...? ARE YOU OKAY? WINGSDINGS: I GUESS NOT... OH WELL. WAIT, IS THAT A BANANA?

[fakesurprise]

The phone calls from those missing flights and ferries are normal. I was up two hours early because of that, already dealing with frantic emails and more frantic curses. Some days I wonder who actually profits from Daylight Savings: it's not my mental health, and barely my bank balance. We have the office closed to the public, not only because it is a Sunday. Which is why the boy who opens the door and bounces in is a surprise, in several ways. For one, he's eleven. For another, he's alone. For a third, he's wearing bright blue sweats, mismatched shoes and a top that is so frilly I have no idea what it is even for. Nothing matches, but somehow it all fits him. "HI!" My chair scoots back almost before I move. His grin punches through the day and tensions in some way both impossible and gentle.

"Hi? Our office is closed, and if you want to book a travel appointment, we have an app that -," I begin out of reflex.

"Oh! I'm not an app. I'm a Jay, which is totally not the same thing even if I'm applicable to a lot of things I bet!"

I stare at the boy. Innocence stares back. I like to think I take pride in my job. The pride in his voice is beyond anything I know.

"Ah. Jay. Well, if you want to book a cruise you'd need a guardian?" The boy scratches his head. "I don't think I have one of those because adventures but! there is a whole missing hour today that should have been on a cruise between the tick and tock of a clock and I wanted to check if it was okay?" Somehow, that makes sense even if it makes none at all. I tell him I'll check, and there is a folder on the computer I'd swear I've never seen before. A cell phone rings. The boy answers his excitedly. "Hi, Honcho! I'm checking in on a missing hour and - oh, you did!" Jay puts his phone away. "Honcho totally found the hour somewhere else, and it's okay and thanks!" I'm hugged, though he didn't come around the desk. A kindness deeper than words, an understanding that I have no understanding of. And then he's gone. A blur, and I'm not sure the door opens. The folder is on my computer. It is in wingdings, but I know that's not the language. The air is cold, and I study it for a long moment, then move it into another folder I no longer use. My phone rings, and it's a customer apologizing to me for being rude earlier. I thank them, hang up and am left lost for an hour as emails flood in from people offering apologies about the day. I have no idea what has brought this on, even if somehow I think I do.

[psn-stalling]

Translated the wingdings for you. It reads "Y︎O︎U︎R︎ C︎O︎N︎F︎I︎D︎E︎N︎C︎E︎ U︎N︎D︎E︎R︎L︎I︎E︎S︎ I︎G︎N︎O︎R︎A︎N︎C︎E︎!︎ Y︎O︎U︎R︎ H︎U︎B︎R︎I︎S︎ L︎E︎A︎V︎E︎S︎ Y︎O︎U︎ V︎U︎L︎N︎E︎R︎A︎B︎L︎E︎!︎". Sounds fairly rough. Good luck.

OH MY ARC WHAT IS WITH YOU GUYS AND TALKING ABOUT HUBRIS

It's not MY fault I have joy and whimsy. I think you're just jealous actually

[krowspiracyanon]

I'm trying to get my head around how the Husher tool works. It seems really new and a lot of what I've seen is around unpoisoning text. No idea if this is for creatives or against creatives...

There's images of feeding altered text to ChatGPT to mess with its responses. Sure. But I don't have the time or inclination to do that. I would like to be be able to code chunks of disruptive text and just paste them through anything I write. Is that a thing? This is probably the idea.

Do you change text to weird symbols that only the machine can see and put that into your work? Does it work to mess with most of the models? I'm digging for info on exactly how to use it because I don't have experience in coding and am not exactly the most techy person. DO I HAVE TO FUCKING LEARN PYTHON NOW?

Before all this hit the fan I was thinking about perhaps inserting blocks of "invisible" white text to act as "paragraph breaks", so a human wouldn't be distracted by it but a machine would be scooping the gibberish up. A good low tech idea until something better was in place, but it really depends on the platform letting you choose a white font colour.

Perhaps if not you could even choose black text on a dark mode background (tell your readers to use it) and have the actual story written in green. Or whatever destroyed your eyes the least.

Or. And this may cause more visual strain, and would be seen by a human highlighting the text to copy it into ChatGPT, but oh well. In a pinch a hard to read colour like yellow could be used to blend the nonsense in against a white background, and the story in a normal easily readable colour.

Another low tech stopgap might be using symbol fonts like Wingdings, whether in sections to jumble the imput or to let the human reader change it back to a readable font. However this is only practical for very short bite sized fics.

I don't know.

I guess I'll just have to experiment with what's possible when I finally get my AO3 invite. I should have applied long ago when I was considering it. Demand will be up now.

It's not perfect. But it's harder to poison text than images so I'm just trying to get creative.

[forgettable-au]

I locked in and started working on those reference sheets TODAY

Starting with Wingdings, probably gonna change his lab coat a little...just small small details, you'll see when it's done

Just pretend it was always like that👍👍

Do you have any character/scene/color references you use that you could show for fanart purposes?

I don't rjnlgvd😭😭😭😭

I'VE BEEN MEANING TO DO SOME BUT I HAVEN'T FOUND THE TIME YET ,,,,,,,,

I usually just check past panels to check details...which is bad practice....please don't be like me,,, I constantly forget to draw WIngding's pocket...which...he may or may not have anymore... that pocket is so annoying

I NEED TO DO REFERENCES SOON!!! AND WHEN I DO THEM I'LL DEFINITELY SHARE THEM!

Here's some things?? I really don't think these will be useful because none of these are finished?? but, here

The first one is just, Alphys and Sans, but that one's a little old, alphys doesn't have a green shirt anymore, it's just the white lab coat

The second one is the sketch I made for Wingdings' and Sans's room, but that one is not finished AT ALL

I just needed the overall idea for that one scene hehe

The last one is WIngdings' lab coat c:

[o-sunny-day]

FORGETTABLE AU SONG????? MASSIVE W??????

I really really like this song, just recently heard it from this new album When Death Was Mine, I highly recommend this song + the entire album + the artists whole work!! its all really good :3

But this song, I feel, works REALLY well for Sans’ POV of what we all know is gonna happen with Wingdings…

FIRST BIT!

How could this happen to us? The push and tug of your trust: are my favorite lines when attaching it to this AU. The perspective being Sans before the incident. We don’t know if Sans had been there during it, or if they’d had some sort of fight before it, or even something else; But I imagine GENERALLY something horrible and dramatic happened before. For the purposes of this im going with them having a big confrontation days before shit goes down. And this line would take place after that confrontation.

The curtains closed, the doors been shut: Wingdings being SILLY! and shutting everything and everyone out to do Gaster shenanigans!!! YAY!

Kicking up dust. Im playing the FOOL again: that dust ofc not being any USUAL dust, no no *finger wag* theres a really cool visual in my head of it being like a transition of Sans going outside to walk it off, going into Snowdin and kicking the snow, before that turning into dust being blown off from HOLES BEIN PUT INTO HANDS!!! for whatever reason why does he do that/why does that happen 😭 i’m excited to find out. Oh yeah and the fool part refers to how currently Sans feels foolish for trusting Wingdings that everything was totally A-Okay/he could handle it himself and Sans didn’t need to push.

SECOND BIT!

Am I gullible enough to take a walk in your shoes? The way you strut with a bluff, the way you act so aloof: More saltiness on Sans’ half. I love Wingdings’ style of lying, he just doesn’t say enough to actually lie 😭😭 I hate him sm.

As if the neckties a noose: this was UNNECESSARY

You’d dance on air for a bet: ok yes I can totally see this as WD just being a risk taker n shit. BUT ALSO PAPYRUS CAN WALK ON AIR SO ITS FUNNYHSDHSDHDSH seriously why does this song work so well

I’m used to balancing acts up to my neck: I really like this with Sans’ character not even just within this AU. He’s doing a LOT a lot of the time, while also making himself look lazy which is just another balancing act in itself. BUT for this AU specifically id imagine its more about Wingdings specifically than just his life in general-

LAST BIT!!!

The truth is that as the older you get, they’re more indifferent to you. The less they’ll act all impressed: This one would be more from Wingdings’ perspective cause yeah Sans is currently pretty frustrated I DON’T THINK HE’D BE THIS RUDE- I think this works better with the context of this being WDs own doubts, he was trying to figure out how to FREE THE UNDERGROUND- now he’s tryna free the godamn universe like MAN 😭 he’s gotta stop putting so much pressure on himself. Though I really REALLY like the idea of him not really caring about making relationships, but still needing to be loved by the wider public in a way. Like relationships? booo. Reputation? YAAAASSS

They’ll find all sorts of new ways to get inside your head: same premise as the last lines but I wanna highlight it cause it also works really well with Wingdings again, spiraling down the madness pit. He’s finding all sorts of new ways to get inside his OWN HEAD overthinking, smh…

Might die before ive said my peace: Wingdings might (will) die before Sans can say his peace to him….

Between you and me, if it’s alright, i’m not staying: Sans, in fact, does not stay at the lab! Those days are over, now it’s time to talk to mysterious door ladies and do nothing at sentry stands and purposefully annoy your brother.

The song as a whole gets a tad more aggressive and energetic than I feel Sans would be like, but the visuals of this happening inside of his head while he’s just kinda going 😶 irl is really fun :3

I haven’t heard the whole album yet cause I need to digest songs one by one especially if they’re such hard hitters- SO MAYBE ILL BE BACK WITH MORE WHEN DEATH WAS MINE FORGETTABLE AU SONGS!!!

oh yeah also the album title and cover is like ALSO REALLY GOOD FOR THIS AU WHY IS MY LIFE LIKE THIS WHY IS EVERYTHING CONNECTED 😭😭 I gotta redraw the cover with Wingdings wait omg hold on

ok quick sketch

LISTEN TO THE ALBUM GANG ITS SO FUN!!

[moontale-official]

Holy shit it’s new Moontale content what the fuck is going on--

This lil’ idea for a fic had been brewing up in my noggin since January-- and so when my brand new PC that drained me of almost all my life’s savings (which had the files for the next fucking update) took to the shitter so hard the motherboard had to be replaced, it gave me the perfect opportunity to get this idea properly fleshed out. 

(I don’t have a proper name for this fic and idk If I’ll remember to come up with one but I just sorta call it the Undyne Fic because that’s the POV character for this story whoopee) But alas, enjoy. (For Context: this is a prequel story before the main events of the comic, about a year or so after the Wingdings of this au died (NOT shattered into time and space) and all that fun jazz.)

“I--… Well, before anything else I honestly have to apologize that it took this long to meet up again.” Papyrus raises a bony hand to gesture to himself and his sibling, a polite yet apologetic smile lifting his cheekbones, “we’ve just been rather occupied  these past weeks and… well, with that we never had much time to properly sit down.”

Undyne sits opposite to the two skeletons, body loose as she allows herself the simplistic comfort of the sofa’s cushions, settling down into the living room of the two skeletons. The cup of oolong she held emitted a gentle steam, delicately condensing upon contact with the multicolored scales of her chin and cheeks. She lets out a huff, “Look- you're fine. I know you’re busy n’ all so it ain’t no sweat off my back. We’re here now.”

She takes a gulp of her drink, “What’s it you wanted to say, anyhow?”

A relieved chuckle bubbles up Papyrus’ chest without sound, never fully escaping him. With gentle strides Papyrus attends to a new pot of simmering water on the stove. With a lift he pours the pot into two cups holding bags stuffed with white tea leaves, allowing himself a moment to articulate his request. “So… me and Ivis have been talking something over for some time, now that he’s shown that he can start working again…”

Ivis averts their gaze, focused on the floor as their brother brings them up. Undyne leans forward, focus pinned on her friend as he faces her again, attention pulling from the tea as he waits for it to steep.

“Applying him for guard duty. There’s a shortage around our area, is there not?”

There’s a slight wince from Ivis after the remark is made, their fingers digging into their thighs. Though it swiftly ceases before their brother has a chance to take notice. Undyne doesn’t take notice either-- her puzzled eyes squarely set on Papyrus; not for the request he made, but for the one he didn’t, “of all people who wanted to apply-- I thought you would be first in line.”

“Oh-- no, no… It’s… a little unrealistic for me. I’m more comfortable where I am now.”

“Handling paperwork for the rest of us?”

“Which is a good job that I am perfectly content with,” he lifts himself up and strides over to the kitchen, scooping out the steeped leaves and coming back with two steaming cups. “I’m sure my brother would be better suited.”

Undyne opens her mouth to protest, but ultimately sinks back into her seat. She forces herself to focus on the one who was actually applying.

“I mean-” Undyne takes a pause to scan Ivis, focusing her attention to them.  Her brow furrows at their shaken nature; the way they try to take up as little space as possible on the sofa, or even the constant, uneasy shifting and fidgeting every other moment. “You think you’re ready for that?”

“It would help keep his mind off things,” Papyrus places the tea down on the table in front of him and his sibling, “to give him a new path forward.”

Another couple winces- the older skeleton’s bulky hands grip the sofa, hidden enough for those not looking for it to not notice. Their gaze sticks to the floor, shifting from one spot to another: avoidant, especially of the eyes of others. Undyne averts her gaze to her own drink, deep in thought. 

“Sure, yeah. We’ve been needing new guards, and there’s not much for patrols out in the forest area. I’m sure you’ll do best without a crowd around.”

Papyrus nods. The corners of his weary eyes lift, a gentle and polite smile forming, “well of course he--” 

“Not talking to you.”  Undyne’s eyes focus directly on the older skeleton, who -after taking a moment to realize such- is gently startled into returning eye contact. She repeats herself, “you’ll do good without a crowd?”

Their bulky frame stiffens tighter the longer the attention weighed on them. Lips purse, before parting ever so slightly.

“...Yeah.”

She can’t help but let the corner of her mouth curl up to a smirk, shoulders slouching while Ivis’ own lower an inch, maybe two, the slight strain on their expression easing for a moment. Papyrus smile falters, just for a moment, returning almost as soon as it stumbled. 

“Yes-- yes, very good. Of course he would need to be more eased into it; starting small, with nothing too complicated,” the younger skeleton’s lanky hands perform brief, minute gestures as he articulates, rebounding from Undyne’s interruption. “A post closer to home would be most preferred, in case I ever needed to check up on him for any reason.”

Undyne’s lips purse, fighting the urge to interrupt a second time. “Sure, maybe. I’ll have to see.”

A moment of stillness passes, Papyrus examining Undyne’s features. He lets out a small chuckle to release some of the tension, “well, now that we have… that settled, I just need to give you all the applications we filled out and that should be more than enough business for one night.” He makes a gentle glance down at Ivis, placing a hand on the shoulder of his sibling, “I’ll just be a few minutes, okay?”

With an adverted glance, they gently nod their head. Papyrus lifts himself off of the sofa, striding to and up the stairs until disappearing from view. Both Ivis and Undyne pause; all is quiet for a good moment, maybe two. The air takes a pause as the tallest skeleton leaves up the stairs, uncertainty brewing between the two as they sat alone. The moment Papyrus leaves her sight, Undyne’s gaze falls back on Ivis, the realization that -for the first time in god knows how long- she has a small window with them without any interception.

Undyne clasps her hands together, letting out a huff, “so, you uh-- ready for your life to get back on track again?”

For a fraction of a second Ivis’ gaze lifts to meet Undyne’s, lips coming millimeters from parting, but they bail out last second. Another complacent nod. Undyne’s brows knit with discontent, “do you know how long it might take for you to get used to that again? Or even just-- being a guard, that gritty… day-to-day heat that comes with it?”

 The skeleton’s gaze wavers some, one hand slowly shifting up their lower arm to give it a gentle squeeze, “mhm...”

Her lips purse, undoing her clasped hands to gesture for them to elaborate, but they don’t catch onto it; instead staring down at the mats on the floor beneath, visibly anxious. Undyne takes note of this, deciding to shift the topic-- hoping to get more of a response on something Ivis was more focused on… whatever that was. 

“What’s eating you, huh?” Undyne leans in, peering closer at the bulky skeleton as the tense air continued to settle between them. Ivis’ nerved gaze shoots up, almost startled by the sudden remark. Once again, their lips hesitate to part, beads of sweat forming on their neck-- body tightening, subconsciously attempting to appear smaller despite their burly frame.

“I. I’m…”

Undyne leans in closer, gaze tightening. Hearing the clash of that deep set voice that seemed to do everything in it’s power to seem as meek as possible -intentional or not- it somehow never ceased to pull her attention in closer, even if it might've been only due to how sparsely they used it.

“I-- I-I don’t… I-I-I’m not sure if I’m--. I. I-I’m…” their posture tightens furthermore, the fearful hesitation wriggling it’s way onto their surface. Ivis shrinks back down, a hint of visible regret beginning to cloud their eyes-- to which they don’t seem to realize how visibly that feeling was adorned until the moment they see Undyne staring directly into them like a hawk.

“Yes?” Everything else going in the background seemed to fade out, even if only slightly. Undyne’s full attention was on Ivis; something was up. Some piece missing that only they knew, which she simply could not let pass by. Something that she must have needed to know-- especially when Papyrus wasn’t around? That detail alone making Undyne’s head spin with possibilities that needed to be confirmed one way or another. 

Ivis’ chest tightens, the tension churning in their stomach. The words weren’t coming out. Undyne’s expression tightens evermore. “What are you not sure of?”

No real response; the more the skeleton squirms under her questions, the more Undyne presses on.  “Do you not think you’re cut out for this?” she couldn’t hep but let that inquisitive tone further leap out of her. Every second that passed by only served to pique that borderline upsetting intrigue-- though perhaps she couldn’t help but pounce the moment she got something confirming her own biases. 

“N-no-- I-’m-- it’s not--”

“Well then what?”

The skeleton grips their hands together, trying to quell their own shaking, “I’m just-- I’ve-- I-I-I’m just-- It’s-- I-I-I shouldn’t have brought--…” their voice trails off into incoherent murmuring, beads of sweat forming and trickling from their clenched hands.

She has to keep herself from throwing her hands up, an exasperated cry escaping her. “Shit man, just spit it out! You’re just making it harder for yourself!”

It is at this moment the situation goes from bad to worse.

Everything that was building up pressure in the bulky skeleton starts to leak, almost literally. It was clear they were aware of just how humiliating it was, shrinking more and doing everything in their power to hide it, keeping as quiet as possible and wiping as many tears away, but none of it sufficed. Their stuttered half sentences soon devolved into complete incoherency, the overwhelming bouts of distress robbing any remaining semblance of a sentence. 

Before Undyne can even have a chance to react, the gentle footed steps come back down the stairs.

“Hey-- hey-- What’s going on???” Papyrus’ footsteps hasten the moment he catches glance of the situation. His gaze repeatedly switches between their distressed sibling -who only shrunk the more attention shone onto them- and Undyne, falling on her a borderline accusatory look that wanted answers.

Undyne, still reeling from the sudden twist of the situation, lets out a scoff, “what?? I was just trying to have a conversation!”

“You know you have to be gentle with him--”

“Wh-- I barely said anything! He wanted to say something -for once- and I was just trying to help him man up!”

“Man up?” 

“Yes! And he’s going to need that,” she feels her voice raise the further she spoke, “not whatever this constant sheltering thing is you're doing!”

He holds back a scoff, “does it look like what you said made anything better?”

“It’s what he needs! Do you want him to just keep cowering away the moment he gets a teeny bit of pressure put on him?”

Papyrus winces, sparing a small glance down at Ivis as they further shrivel into themselves, hiding their face behind their knees. “You are not helping right now.”

“Yeah-- because treating him like a child is working so much better right now-- I mean like what happened to you?? Since when did you start acting like this???” She tries to keep herself from choking on her words, “you used to be so much… so much bolder? You always went into everything headfirst and--”

“You are not helping.” Papyrus’ tone stiffens as he rubs circles along the back of his sibling. “If you could just give us some space, because clearly you’re doing nothing but making this whole situation worse--”

“He’s not ready.”

There’s a moment of pause as Papyrus’ gaze sits on Undyne. 

“I’m serious. If he even wants to think -and I mean think- about being a guard he’s gonna have to learn to toughen up because he is not--” her eyes lower to the bulky skeleton, the gesture of her hand pausing on Ivis as she locks her gaze on them; seeing the slightest hint of their dual coloured eyelights peek out from their curled up position. She zeroes in on it. Gives them one last chance. Maybe -just maybe- they’d finally say something; whatever was in their mind behind that hesitant stare. But the moments passes without so much as a peep from them.

“Just take a few minutes outside. Alright?” Papyrus cracks, the half moons under his sockets showing darker than they have been the whole evening. Undyne purses her lips, watching her former friend turn back to his sibling. She opens her mouth to protest, pauses, only to then storm past the two and out the sliding doors behind them. 

. . .

Undyne leans against the porch fence’s banister as she presses her fingers against the scales of her forehead, reeling back from the evening’s outburst. Downing the last of her tea -which at that point had chilled as much as the surrounding air- she clenches the cup within the tips of her fingers, her index tracing the chilled stone of the rim. Her sigh rang coarse and dry. 

It seemed to have quieted down back inside. She couldn’t hear Papyrus’ voice anymore; maybe he went back upstairs, or even taking his sibling up too? It was a surprise, to say the least, that he hadn’t come back to tell her to leave after the half hour that passed-- did he assume she already left? Should she have left? 

Side glancing her empty cup, she turns back around to the sliding doors-- only to choke on her own saliva. Ivis stands just outside the doorway, their frame tense as they silently watch Undyne, gently fiddling with a folded sheet of paper in their hands. Undyne stares back, scraping up the humility she had to try and apologize for the scene from earlier, but only one word comes out.

“...Hey.” 

She doesn’t get much of a response; instead, Ivis hesitantly walks over beside Undyne on the small wooden balcony, gently placing the folded sheet on the banister beside her, along with a small stone to keep the paper from blowing away in the light breeze. The bulky skeleton gives Undyne one last look before stepping away and heading back inside, leaving her alone.

Her eyes lead down to the paper beside her, sliding the rock aside to grab the sheet underneath. She opens it, only seeing a small set of words written on the center. 

‘I’m not a boy.’

Undyne stares hard at the words for a long moment, before looking back up at the now closed doorway where Ivis had been.

[brytnoter]

There is a running joke in my circle that, in worlds where there are Secret Magic Books and the possibility of other dimensions, it is always possible to run into people/creatures who aren’t actually from your universe.

Two pages of a comic featuring my interpretation of Undertale’s Chara and two characters belonging to @razzledazzlerazzberry​ (Lovestar and Cinnamon)

Followed by close ups and image descriptions (under the cut)

Close ups and Image Descriptions

Chara enters the door to Gaster's lab, struggling with bags of groceries. The force of opening the door makes the food fall out.

Chara: Doc, I found more of them.

(to the groceries:) Shit

Chara: We need to get some automatic doors. Like Alphys.

Lovestar has picked up a tomato and hands it to Chara, hovering.

Chara: Thank you.

Gaster heard Chara come in and peeks into the room.

Gaster (in wingdings): More of what?

Cinnamon (in morse code): oh

Cinnamon (in wingdings): Hello

Cinnamon (in sign language): Hello

Chara attempts to answer Gaster's question, but enters a monologue by themself.

Chara: More monsters from other dimensions! God, one was enough.

Cinnamon and Gaster chat to each other while Lovestar watches them in confusion.

Cinnamon (in wingdings): You're like Gaster, but different.*

Gaster (in wingdings): Wow, it's been a while since someone had my language.

Lovestar: ????

*LARGE MISTAKE HERE

[mistake] because I saw Cinnamon's reference picture and thought he was from an Undertale universe. I assumed wherever he was from, he had a version of Gaster at home. The point I was making here is that Cinnamon speaks in wingdings sometimes so I just wanted to draw him and Gaster speaking together. [end of mistake]

Chara, understanding the wingdings but not wanting time to be lost, loses their temper and shouts, accidentally causing a jumpscare in the process and scaring everyone.

Chara: STOP CHIT-CHATTING! EVERY SEOND THEY ARE HERE, THEIR WORLDS COULD BE CRUMBLING!!

Chara knows their power and works hard not to hurt monsters or cause jump scares, but having learned that there is a version of Sans who literally wants to destroy universes, Chara is a little bit too scared for anyone who ends up in the wrong dimension.

Chara goes to apologise to the guests, both of whom have only 1 HP left.

They approach Cinnamon, who has hidden under a desk.

Chara: I'm sorry, come out.

They look up at Lovestar, who has flown up to the cieling and is hovering out of harms way.

Chara: I'm sorry. Come down.

[end]

[loonlynxshenanigans]

Hi hello this is. Clearly the best way to introduce a whole au yea? @m-chromatic​ ‘s gasturfyuroc challenge? Yea def let’s go

I honestly probably put more lore in the tags than below because that’s how this goes, but it’s a couple paragraphs so have a readmore anyways

Anyways this is Henn, from our very own TK!AU! It’ll be real clear what that stands for when I start posting more about it, promise. Anyways Henn is a head hathy, and was head of the medical staff at the castle when it still, uh. Existed? They were surrounded by traumatized people because card castle was Like That, but weren’t allowed to do anything under threat of death- which really sucks when you can sense other people’s emotions. Now that the king’s dethroned, though, Henn can do whatever they want and have chosen to aggressively help everyone they knew to be suffering before, and. Whatever traumatized gremlins (Spamton) they bring home.

Anyways this isn’t cannon to the AU because she has like at least 5 other clients to deal with but I was trying to find what would drive Henn to actually accept a deal from our good G man instead of just trying to give him therapy, and then realized ‘oh. Oh they’d absolutely go biblically-accurate-angel on us for all this Kris shenaniganry’, so their whole boss fight is centered around trying to get us to lay off traumatizing the child for a sec. As such, it’s significantly harder- or longer, at least- the more terrible we’ve been; ie, weird routes, attempting murder, and other such un-good things. It goes a lot quicker if you can convince them you have good intentions. Otherwise, you just gotta hold out until they realize, oh no, this also traumatizes the child, and stops to give Kris an item they hope will give them some comfort instead. (items based on (a) that real cute/kinda sad scene in chapter 1 where this one cafe shopkeep gives kris some hot chocolate, and (b) butterscotch-cinnamon pie. Also Henn just likes hot chocolate. With marshmallows. You gotta have the marshmallows.)

(...also if y’all are having a hard time reading the Wingdings it says ‘AYO THE PLAYERS TRAUMATIZING KRIS’ bc TK!Gaster is a massive meme)