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lovestuckstarz · 2 months ago

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Since I'm too sick to draw him here's a little thing about my little guy, Berry!

This AU is just called Bad Dads AU, nothing fancy but its essentially a multiverse where Berry never aged to an adult as a genocide happened far before Chara fell and Core Frisk to the OT and the MTT just yoinked him

Heres just a big copy paste from the unfinished carrd :3

P.S. if you draw him i will cry

🥕 Berry is from an Underswap timeline that was doomed from the start. A human fell down before Chara would and did an all complete genocide route minus Berry himself.

🥕 Core Frisk then took Berry to the Omega timeline. Berry was around 4 at this time.

🥕 Months later after Berry turned 5, the Murder Time Trio appeared needing some healing help after a mission. Dust spotted Berry and since he had never seen a kid Sans like this, he asked Core Frisk what his deal was.

🥕 Dust, who shockingly was good with kids, had Berry hang out with the three until they were properly healed. Berry seemed to like Dust so Core Frisk allowed it.

🥕 What Core Frisk didn't allow or expect was the three to kidnap him and bring him back to Nightmare's castle. Their motive was solely because they had their own troubled up bringing, they resonated with Berry and knew no one could understand him besides them most likely.

🥕 Despite this belief, Berry does not remember anything but knew he had an older brother but doesn't even remember his name.

🥕 Nightmare was unaware of Berry's existence for a whole two weeks, assuming the boys just bought a dog until one morning he walked in on Berry eating cereal in the living space.

He reluctantly agreed to keeping Berry there

🥕 Overtime Berry met Error who became his 5th honorary dad due to Nightmare's relationship with Error.

🥕 Saejun would become his 6th honorary dad once Murder Time Trio takes him to Farmtale the first time.

🥕 Cross becomes more like a older brother to Berry over time and is why Berry likes tacos. In turn this would make Epic family as well to him

🥕 Ink, Dream, and Fresh would all become his uncles when they went to the anti void and caught Error and Berry watching undernovela.

About Berry in general:

🥕 Berry's timeline is Underswap #33

🥕 Berry does not remember his Papyrus

🥕 The only thing he has left of Papyrus is the bracelet he never takes off

🥕 When the genocide occurred he was 4 years old

🥕 He is 5 years old when the Murder Time Trio kidnap him from the Omega Timeline

🥕 He has ADHD and HPD

🥕 He sleeps in Nightmare's room for the first few months due to not being able to sleep well plus they needed to set him up a bed room

🥕 He can barely read but not write

🥕 Dust calls him Kiddo

🥕 Killer calls him Bunbun

🥕 Horror calls him Bluebell

🥕 When playing pretend they all call him whatever he wishes for that day

🥕 He is home schooled

🥕 His room is space and bunny themed

🥕 He gets agitated if they make him wear anything but his shoes with the paws on the bottom

🥕 He likes watching the boys spar

🥕 He likes bunnies

🥕 He loves space

🥕 His favorite family member is Error because his sneaks him sweets from Underfell

🥕 His least favorite family member is Ink because of his dads

🥕 He hates being alone

🥕 He likes school because his dads make it fun

🥕 He likes to draw a lot

🥕 He loves swimming and water in general

🥕His favorite location is Nightmare's garden

🥕 He loves being read stories

🥕 He loves playing dress up and his dads are more than willing to comply

🥕 He doesn't like talking about what happened because he doesnt remember so it stresses him out

🥕 He loves hide and seek but the paw's on the bottoms of his shoes him away

Family Dynamics

🥕 Nightmare and him have an odd relationship. Think of it like how a dad says they hate the family dog but spoils them. He says he could care less about Berry but spoils him and puts him before the boys. He also reads to Berry a lot and helps him with schooling.

🥕 Error doesn't like kids due to canonically not liking intense emotions such as crying but over time has gotten use to Berry. Also their love of sweets and space sort of helped Error find a way to make him not as upset.

🥕 Killer and Dust are pretty one in the same as Killer isn't to be trusted around Berry due to being a dumbass with knives and Nightmare doesn't want him to accidentally do something stupid on top of how Killers stages can be. Due to this, Dust and Killer are usually with him at the same time and usually watch TV with him and let him watch them fight one another. They also are bad influences on him.

🥕 Horror isn't that keen on kids like Error but that is because I love big Horror so he's more scared he's gonna pull a Mice of Men and accidentally hurt Berry. They do cook together from time to time, mainly just Berry watching. Berry also uses Horror to threaten those he doesn't like LOL

🥕 Cross is like a older brother to Berry, often getting him not to do stupid stuff Killer and Dust try and get him to do. They mainly just chill and Cross is like those two but not as chaotic.

🥕 Epic is just that cool annoying uncle to him, nothing more nothing less

🥕 Fresh is also this but Berry likes Fresh more

🥕 Dream is also like an Aunt to Berry (I love you trans fem dream) and hangs out with Berry if things at Nightmare's gets too chaotic and Nightmare needs at least one kid out of his tendrils. Berry is honestly the reason these two can even be in a room together mainly on Nightmares end since he wants Berry to be better than them. Berry likes Dream's positivity powers though and I like to think she can make little sparkles out of it and he gets excited over it.

🥕 He hates Ink for literally no reason but because his Bad Sans family telling him to LMAO

🥕 Saejun and him have a sweet relationship due to Berry liking bunnies so let's him take care of them if Horror brings him over and they pick berries together (heh).

#underswap #underswap sans #undertale #undertale au #undertale fanart #fanart #undertale art #utmv #my au #bad dads au #i love them #i need to draw him more

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aguinhac · 29 days ago

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There's a phenomenal that I don't know if it's a UT AU community only or not but the longer an au is out there's the more that au changes? Not that it changes but the fandom distorts the au to a point where that change is accepted as canon, Not by the creator of the au, but by the fandom. Error considered edgy or horror a cannibal, it's kinda cool when you think about it, but I think no au this phenomenal has happened this much as with PJ and Gradient

Why don't we play a little game? I'm gonna say two character descriptions and you guess which of these two I'm talking about.

One is a 14 year old and are basically the sans version of a DeviantArt kid, Taking this from their creators blog : "They can't help but create but everything they makes is never good enough or it looks terrible to them. so they will try to delete their work not long after with a few exceptions." And "they are like a 13 year old deviantart user that creates bad recolor characters for under novella and brags that their work is the best while hating it at the same time." they currently live in the omega timeline.

The other is a 24 year old, they should be 21 but they took 3 years to be born so they kinda jumped from 21 to 24, they can alter their form only slightly, for their personality their own creator described them as more monotoned, and less expressive/more serious, though they can open up to individuals over a long period of time, they are still curious about the world around them and can bring child like awe wonder/emotion to specific events/situations, they also do vent art and destroy it not long after.

And their most famous ship is with fresh...

....

IN WHAT WORLD IS GRADIENT 14?? AND WHAT EVEN CRAZIER WORLD IS PAPER JAM 24??? WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT? THE FANDOM TAUGHT ME PJ WAS A UWU BOI, NOT A DEPRESSED ONE. WHAT DID DOCTOR STRANGE FUCK UP SO NOW IN THIS TIMELINE PJ IS OLDER THAN GRADIENT??? I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT IT WAS THE OTHER WAS AROUND.

And I've dug deeper into it, I've dug through the wikis and you wanna know what I found? from the most famous of ink kids (those being Pallete, Gradient, Blueprint, Moku, Paper Jam, and Splatter) Paper jam would actually be the oldest of ink's kids, only losing to Rurik who's also 24 but Rurik is from an Underfell au which in turn makes him IRRELEVANT.

and not only that, gradient would be the penultimate of ink's children, only losing to Splatter who's 12 and maybe in some cases to blueprint considering he doesn't have a canon age and is just between 14-18 but his creator likes to think they are 17 so gradient continues to be the penultimate.

But not only that I have dug deeper, Turns out that gradient and splash are NOT ink's kids, THEY ARE ACTUALLY FUSIONS, GRADIENT HAS NEVER EVEN MET ERROR OR INK.

I feel cheated, I trusted the fandom, and turns out everything they told me was a LIE.

THE FANDOM HAS LIED, AND TRICKED US FOR YEARS AND YEARS AND WE NEVER EVEN SUSPECTED.

@7goodangel @roseworks WOMANS, THESE ARE YOUR CHARACTERS WHAT THE HELL.

Here's where I got the info from...

Gradient's personality (and age)

Gradient is NOT a errorink child

Gradient lives in the omega timeline

Paper Jam's personality

Paper jam does vent art

Paper jam's real age

And as a bonus

Paper Jam's Bio

I'm going back to dreamtale, or the star sanses, I don't care I just don't want any more of this madness.

Just to be clear I'm still gonna do comics with gradient being a errorink child...

I'm so tired... Mentally and phisically... This took so long....

#undertale au #sans au #utmv #utmv sans #utmv fanart #utmv art #utmv au #paper jam #paper jam sans #pj #pj sans #gradient sans

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cas-spirit · 3 months ago

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Mmmmmmmmmm new AU idea based on Dreamtale’s neutral ending.

Tw for death

Nightmare’s gang is doing whatever they do to spread negativity in an au, and the Stars intercept them when they’ve almost finished. Not that it matters much, because during the battle Nightmare says something and Dream snaps. Everyone needs to get back as Dream finally ignores that they’re brothers and fights back for real. The twin’s duel becoming just as destructive as Error is. Going at it with no holding back on either end, Dream gets the advantage and kills Nightmare. The grief hits him as quick as his arrows did, and Dream fused the shattered parts of Nightmare’s soul into his own quickly shattering one. When the dust settles there’s an empty world, with only grass and a small sappling, one surrounded by dust and twin circlets.

With Nightmare and Dream dead, Nightmare’s gang doesn’t really have a reason to keep terrorising aus, meaning the Stars don’t have a reason to stick together (other then friendship because Ink would not abandon his friends). Ink ferries the gang back to Nightmare’s castle and Swap back to Underswap, then goes to tell everyone the news.

Nightmare is dead. The end of his terror is cause to celebrate. But they’re also celebrating Dream’s death, and Ink hates it. How could they celebrate the death of one who wore himself to the bone to help them? He doesn’t enter the omega timeline anymore, switching between hiding with Error in the antivoid and with Swap in Underswap, making sure to stay hidden when he checks on aus. He and Swap team up again to convince Error to leave the abandoned AU alone, as a memorial for the twins.

The gang isn’t doing much better. Sure they have everything they could ever need, Nightmare always was a mother hen, but they don’t have Nightmare and it’s killing them. They have a funeral in the garden, because who else would?

A year after the twin’s death, Ink brings everyone back to the AU at their requests. Someone brings a picket basket, someone brings drinks, and a few of them bring flowers. They have a tense picnic and reminisce. Most, if not all, of the au’s are too busy celebrating to morn, so they can finally morn in peace.

After their picnic they go back to the tree sapling to find it’s gotten bigger, much bigger than a normal tree does in a year. Either Killer or Ink jokes that someone should guard the tree, like Dream and Nightmare did, and Swap thinks that’s a great idea actually.

After some debate, the Stars and the Gang move into the abandoned AU, keeping an eye on the tree while making the world generally inhabitable.

The years pass, the Stars and the Gang become solid friends. They do let a few more people move into the AU, one’s that they agree on and can trust completely with the knowledge that one wrong move towards the tree will get you kicked out.

And the tree grown, towering over houses and other trees alike.

And the tree blooms for the first time, Brilliant Gold and Inky Black fruits hanging from it’s new branches.

And as the base of the tree, they find two baby skeletons.

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laughhardrunfastbekindsblog · 8 months ago

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All through season 3, I was looking for reasons to let go of Tech, but hope just wouldn't die and until the finale I still thought there was a chance Tech would turn out to be alive and well. Even with this hope I found it... odd... that the show skipped over the inevitable conversation between Omega and Crosshair with Crosshair learning what happened to Tech. So I wrote this just a few days after the season 3 premiere and posted it to AO3 since I didn't have tumblr at the time. I'm posting it here now, mostly because the past few days this blog has turned into one of my ways of fully processing Tech's death.

NOTE: the first two sections are scenes directly from the show. I included them to clarify the timeline of events and add some detail as to what I imagine was informing Crosshair's thoughts and remarks during the second scene in particular.

Revelation

“Crosshair!”

No. It couldn’t be.

“Crosshair?”

He must still be dreaming, stuck in the nightmare…

“Crosshair?”

The voice sounded just like Omega, but that would mean Omega was here. And if Omega were here, that would mean his brothers…

“You must be Omega.” He knew that voice, and Emerie Karr’s statement removed all doubt.

“What did you do to Crosshair?” he heard Omega reply.

“He’s recovering. I tried to warn him what would happen if he did not cooperate with the doctor….”

He kept his eyes closed, feigning continued unconsciousness, wishing he had never awoken.

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“Crosshair. I tried to come earlier, but there were too many guards watching me.”

Crosshair sighed. He had noticed Omega’s attempts to catch his attention when they passed each other in the halls, and had deliberately ignored her. He couldn’t very well do so now. “You shouldn’t be down here at all.”

“Well, how else are we gonna plan an escape?”

Where did the kid get her unfailing optimism? But hope was useless here – worse than useless. Best to disabuse her of any fanciful notions before she was crushed any further by the weight of disappointment. “There is no ‘we,’” he replied curtly as he sat up to face her, “and there is no escape. I’ve already tried.”

He wouldn’t tell her the details of what had happened: that the primary objective of his “escape attempt” had been to warn his brothers about the danger they and Omega were in. Omega hadn’t yet told him whether the message had been received, and Crosshair had no inclination to broach the subject. Believing he had failed in getting the message to his brothers was easier to stomach than knowing the message had been delivered yet still yielded this outcome.

Thankfully, Omega didn’t probe for details – she was still too focused on the prospect of freedom. “Every stronghold has a weak point,” she was saying now, before adding thoughtfully, “Maybe I can convince Emerie to help. She’s one of us.”

No. This had to be nipped in the bud. If Crosshair managed to teach the kid anything, it had to be this, the one crucial lesson that was even more important than learning that hope was pointless. “Not every clone is your ally,” he warned her firmly. “You trust too easily.”

Omega looked taken aback for only a second before resisting the lesson. “Maybe you don’t trust enough,” she retorted.

Crosshair wished he could think of precisely what to say to convince her of her errors in judgment, but his hand started shaking… Blast, he thought as he gripped his hands together, hoping Omega hadn’t noticed.

“Crosshair?” she said gently; and he knew she had noticed. Yet more proof that hope was useless.

He wouldn’t let her see any more. He didn’t need any more reminders of his shortcomings, his failures, his mistakes, his losses. If he couldn’t teach the kid just how futile it was to hope and trust, maybe he could at least convince her to stop doing things that would put her in more danger. “Just… go, before you make things worse for both of us.”

Omega hesitated only briefly before turning to leave, and Crosshair thought that maybe he had succeeded – but then she spoke once more. “There has to be a way out of here,” she said, determination adding a layer of steel to her tone. “I’ll find it.”

**********

“You’re awake,” she said cheerfully as she sat cross-legged on the floor.

Crosshair didn’t reply, only fixed her with a sullen stare that did nothing to dampen her spirits.

“No one said anything after I came here last time, so I think I might be able to keep visiting you,” Omega went on. “Of course, we’ll have to be discreet when discussing some topics…”

He couldn’t ignore her when he was stuck in a cell, and she was going to keep visiting… “Why are you here?” he cut in sharply.

Omega paused mid-sentence, the slight crease that appeared on her forehead attesting to her confusion even as she gamely shifted topics. “I… well, I don’t have an escape plan yet, but I thought I could…”

“No,” he brusquely interrupted her again, waving his arm to gesture toward the hallway in an attempt to make his meaning clear. “Why are you here, on Tantiss?”

“The Empire captured me,” she answered in a low voice. “I think they want me to make Nala Se cooperate with them.”

Crosshair growled in frustration at the kid again missing the meaning of his query – he had to know, but that wouldn’t make the knowledge any easier to bear. He tried one more time, “What happened?”

Omega went perfectly still, and Crosshair’s heart sank. This is precisely why he had avoided asking about his brothers’ fates; but not knowing meant he could only imagine the worst possibilities. He didn’t let a shred of emotion show on his face, however, as his sister finally moved to reposition herself so she was no longer directly facing him, instead sitting in profile, gazing down the hallway as she wrapped her arms around her knees.

“We… Tech was going through some intel for Echo when he found out you were captured, and then he found the message you sent to warn us. We were trying to track Hemlock’s ship so we could find you. We knew Hemlock would be meeting with Tarkin on Eriadu, so we infiltrated the base to place a tracker on his ship. But…” she faltered, then everything spilled out in a flood of words. “Everything went wrong. We tried to escape, but there was an explosion at the base that left us trapped in a rail car with Imperial troops and ships attacking us. Tech was on the rail line to fix the car and he tried to make it back, but the car was breaking in half and falling off the track, and then the added weight…” Her voice broke, and she took a shuddering breath before soldiering on, “Tech fell, he severed the connection to the broken half of the car and he wouldn’t let us save him…”

The words were like shrapnel ripping through his heart. Hemlock seemed to think the interrogation droids were one of the most effective means of inflicting pain; the experiments were mentally and physically relentless, excruciating, exhausting; but this… This was true torture.

Omega had paused in an effort to regain her composure, wrapping her arms ever more tightly around her knees in an effort to stop shaking. Determinedly looking at the floor, she continued her story, her voice cutting through the void of Crosshair’s bereavement and bringing him back to the current situation with a painful jolt. The way she was rushing and stammering through her story, Crosshair could tell this was the first time she was really thinking about it, the first time she was allowing herself to relive the tragedy, reopening the painful wounds of this memory just so she could satiate his need to know.

He didn’t want to know any more – the worst thing he’d imagined had happened to one of his brothers. But he couldn’t manage to speak, couldn’t beg Omega to stop talking…

“Tech’s repairs worked, the car started moving, but we crashed and… I don’t remember much after that… I woke up and Hunter and Wrecker and I had all been bandaged up by AZI. Then Hemlock found us. Hunter told me to run, but I couldn’t leave them.” Omega’s chin was shaking so hard Crosshair wasn’t sure how she was managing to still speak so clearly. “Hemlock captured Wrecker and Hunter, and I tried to stop him, but one of his guards stunned me and I woke up on Hemlock’s ship.” She paused again; Crosshair, outwardly still and silent as stone, inwardly reeling from pain and shock, only peripherally noticed her bring her hand to her cheek to wipe away tears. “I had sent AZI to get Echo, though, so maybe Hunter and Wrecker managed to escape.”

The flash of relief upon hearing that Hunter and Wrecker and Echo might still be alive disappeared almost before Crosshair felt it, suppressed under the massive weight of sudden loss.

Tech.

Crosshair had always pretended to be even more annoyed than the others when Tech spouted off three datapads’ worth of information on the most mundane topics, but secretly he had been fascinated by how smart his brother was, how Tech not only knew the information but could seamlessly apply it to improve almost any situation. Hunter was the one with heightened senses, but Tech sometimes seemed even more skilled than Hunter in knowing exactly what Crosshair needed without Crosshair needing to say a word – and, being the most reticent member of the group, Crosshair couldn’t say he ever minded.

That was the thing about Tech: when it came to any given topic – including his brothers – Tech didn’t just know, he understood.

Crosshair didn’t have Tech’s skill in this area, but he knew and understood his brother well enough to fill in the details himself. Omega had said Tech had been the one to discover Crosshair’s imprisonment and the message, which meant Tech would have been the one to bring the fact to the squad’s attention, comb through intel that led to the discovery of Hemlock’s existence, and join the push for a rescue mission to be mounted despite the warning the message conveyed.

Omega and Crosshair now sat in silence for what may have been hours, may have been seconds – he would never be able to tell – before Omega spoke again. Despite the tears still silently falling down her face, her voice took on its signature hopeful note. “Maybe we can…”

‘Maybe’ was dangerous territory, and Crosshair – sick to his stomach, burning with regret and shame, broken and empty with no recourse available to him – could not let Omega continue. Tech was dead, and Crosshair could not allow himself to entertain the idea that maybe his remaining brothers were actually okay. ‘Maybe’ meant hope. Hope meant more pain.

“No,” he said, so sharply that Omega finally turned to look at him. The sight of her tear-streaked yet resolute face only deepened his agony. “No more plans. Can’t you see? It’s over.”

“But if Hunter and Wrecker escaped, that would mean…”

“NO,” he said again, glaring at the kid.

He wasn’t going to say anything else; but suddenly a sentence from Omega’s story struck home - we were trying to track Hemlock’s ship so we could find you – and his thoughts, his deepest regret, took form in words and slipped through his mouth before he could stop himself. “I told you to run. I told you all to hide. Why didn’t you hide?”

Omega’s eyes softened, and her sympathy made him drop his gaze to the floor. “Because we’re a squad,” she replied softly, “we’re family, and we don’t leave anyone behind.”

“Look where that got you,” Crosshair retorted bitterly. Look where that got Tech, he thought.

Footsteps sounding in a distant hallway seemed to remind Omega that she did not have unlimited time to spend on visits, and she hurriedly wiped her face again as she got to her feet. She didn’t immediately depart, however; and Crosshair, feeling her gaze on him, refused to look up.

“You’re worth the risk, Crosshair,” she said simply. “Tech thought so too.”

He remained as he was, staring at the floor, numb and broken and alone, long after she had gone.

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“Crosshair? Are you awake?”

He gave a prolonged sigh in an effort to cover the fact that a tiny part of him was actually glad she had come to visit – it had been several weeks since the last one, and he had started to wonder if she had been outright forbidden from seeing him. “What does it matter? You’re going to talk anyway.”

She hesitated briefly. “If you need to rest, I can come back later…”

He groaned a little as he sat up – this round of experiments was leaving him increasingly sore, but he would never admit this to anyone, least of all Omega: she would spend the entire visit fretting about him. “It’s fine. I’m already awake.”

She regarded him for several long seconds before kneeling in front of his cell. “Sorry it took so long for me to come back. Nala Se kept giving me additional assignments. I think that phase of experimentation is over now. They don’t tell me much about what the experiments are, though.” She was quiet for a moment, before continuing, “I like taking care of the hounds a lot more than helping in the lab. Batcher is finally warming up to me – she doesn’t try to bite me anymore when I feed her. Oh, K9X1 finally told me a little more about the hounds…”

Crosshair listened as Omega continued talking about all the details she had learned about the species – their origins, development, life cycle, characteristics, and more – and wondered why he felt such a bittersweet ache in his chest…

Omega’s chatter reminded him of Tech.

Identifying the cause made the ache grow more potent, and Crosshair almost snapped at Omega to leave so he could busy himself with forgetting the tragedy. Over the past few weeks, he had thought he had come to terms with the loss of his brother – the shame, regret, and emptiness no longer felt like they would completely consume him – but in moments like these the pain would return in full force, and it was almost too much to bear.

And yet – right now, the ache wasn’t just bitterness and sorrow. There was a hint of solace, a touch of comfort, the warmth of nostalgia and happy memories, that took the edge off the pain. And, somehow, this comfort came from Omega.

Despite what Omega had said, he knew he didn’t deserve the risk his squad had taken for him. Tech shouldn’t have died for him, Omega shouldn’t have been captured because of him, the others shouldn’t be facing dangers unknown because of him. Knowing this, he wouldn’t let anyone else take such a risk for him again.

But Omega was feeling the loss of Tech just as much as he was. She had lost her brother, just as he had.

Crosshair wouldn’t encourage her insane ideas of the both of them managing to escape together; but if these visits made her current captivity easier to bear, he wouldn’t send her away.

Resting his forehead on his hands, he sat and listened to his sister.

#tbb #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #star wars #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 #tbb crosshair #tbb omega #tbb fanfiction #tbb canon compliant fanfiction #grief #dealing with grief #gone but never forgotten #rip tech

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victorthesilly · 24 days ago

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YOUR GIANT STAR GOD BLUEBERROR AU IS SO COOL!!! I have some questions >:)

1) Has he interacted with Error? HOW DID IT GO??!!?!

2) Is he in his own AU in the multiverse, does he exist in someone else’s AU, or is he just outside the multiverse? (MAY BE A BIG STRETCH, BUT IT WOULD BE SO COOL IF YOU COULD SEE HIM IN THE SKY IN OUTERTALE—KIND OF LIKE A CONSTELLATION WHERE YOU SEE SOME STARS AND GO, “Ah yes, and that’s the Blueberror constellation!!”)

3) Are he and Ink actually close as friends, or is Ink just like a caretaker who comes and visits every so often?

Sorry if that’s a lot, you don’t have to answer them all :)

Omg it's my first ask

Dw abt it being a lot I'm very joyus abt this. It is not a lot actually I had most of these kinda thought out, this ask just makes me expand on ideas which is really helpful because I am not creative or motivated enough to do things on my own

1. He HAS! A LOT! They have an odd relationship. Error knows what he did, he knows HE'S the one that fucked Blueberror up, but like. Blueberror doesn't. Berror always feels some aching feeling near error but doesn't really mind it, since he doesn't remember that error was the one who put him in the antivoid. He can only remember the situation with fatalerror, and even that is very faint. His memory, shockingly for a sans, is very shit due to everything that happened to him in the antivoid. So, like, they're friends. Kinda. Error tries really hard to avoid him while berror is like "haiii!!!!! :33"

2. Ur idea is so cool and I'm angry that I didn't think of that but,,,, he lives like. In the multiverse. He goes couch serfing in AU's is the best way to put it. Berror is quite literally a ticking time bomb that nobody actually knows when will go off including me so he's not really allowed to be in the Omega timeline for long amounts of time. Often times, he's in AU's like the og Undertale, Underswap(although not as often), The star sanses base which is somewhere in swaps au, and just wherever Ink is going. Except when he goes to the doodlesphere, he's not allowed in there ofc

3. It depends on inks mood. Usually they're friends, but if inks had kind of a rough day or like idk drank too much of the red vial, he sees Berror as someone holding him down and is more like a caretaker. Berror sees him as a friend, but also he sees most people as friends. Ink is his best friend, as he's the one he's constantly around and I mean constantly. You see Ink? Look over about 4ft and you see a deranged swap slowly walking towards him. Oh inks on a mission trying to get nightmare outta here? There's blueberror making nightmare puke because of the fact that it feels like nightmares being pulled towards him when really he's not. Ink, dream, and swap electric boogaloo are used to it but Nightmare is NOT.

Also, just to clarify, the star sanses exist in this au. Blueberror is not a member because he is too silly of a guy. The swap in the star sanses is not blueberror, they are two seperate people and also hang out a lot. I see a lot of ppl hc that berror is the swap from the star sanses, but in my eyes, he's nyat‼️

I feel like this also needs to be clarified: The star sanses includes... Swap, Dream, Ink, Sci, and then a few unofficial members like Fresh, Core, and more that I'm forgetting. Berror is not an unofficial member, it's so very sad.

ok that's it I need to rest now I'm very sick

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fenyadebik · 3 months ago

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So. . Hello world!!

Today I decided to share my own Undertale AU character. Defeated!Frisk.

What's happened to them??

Defeated!Frisk was an ordinary human, that took neutral route to pass undergrounds. Of course they had to fight Omega Flowey to continue. . But that where problems begins. Frisk just wasn't strong enough. Souls didn't help them in time. They died countless times. Flowey constantly messing with files led to errors in them. First it wasn't much. Some hits were stuck on Frisk, but that okay, they're still alive, right?? Right??

But things only got worse. Chara as a ghost was stuck with Frisk. But now. . They're bodies started to merge, like a broken in-game models. They could hear eachother now. Now they're hurting together.

What's about other human souls?? They tried to help. But files were already damaged, they couldn't do anything. Even if they reached Frisk, Flowey pressed reset again.

Finally, Frisk died for the last time. Files couldn't work properly anymore, Frisk didn't comeback. In fact, they "comeout". Timeline just throwed their files in void like it was a virus. Frisk were ruined, they were damaged. But they are still alive. They shouldn't be. But. . They're refused to die.

Frisk had more than enough time to discover her new abilities. Remember that souls tried to help?? Apparently, they did.

They're presence got stuck in Frisk's soul. In their damaged and glitched soul. . This is when Frisk discovered, that they now have ability to use powers of other souls. Started to learn about them more. They're also learned, that already broken soul can't break for second time. . Frisk didn't know if now that's means that they're immortal or not, but they didn't want to find out anyways. Maybe they alive only while glitch lasts?? Who knows. .

Frisk didn't know how much time they spent in that strange void. But codes started to appear. . Maybe because of how broken code of Frisk was, maybe because of that void. Frisk didn't know and no-one could tell them. Because of boredom they started to learn more about codes. How to fix them, how to mess them up. . But Frisk still couldn't touch they're own code. Maybe it's for the better, right??

Ability to see code allowed Frisk to finally leave this strange void. They used code to get out and eventually got themselves in another AU. It was beautiful. . Everything after void would be beautiful, but hey!! This truly were almost the most beautiful one. .

Frisk were happy and filled with joy!! They walked through AU and couldn't stop looking at everything like they're at Disneyland!! But that when they found monsters of this AU. Turns out, only Ruins, were appeared Frisk, were in good shape. Other parts were infected with glitches, creator of the AU couldn't find problem with code!! This AU suffered, monsters in it too. . Frisk decided to help. No-one should suffer like them.

It took them long enough, but after all, they did it!! AU were saved, monsters too. No more glitches. Frisk realised why would they have such powers. To help others that have situation similar to their. . After that Frisk started to travel through multiverse, lookin for glitchy mistakes like themselve and fixing them. They like their new purpose to live. . It fills them with determination.

Can Chara control Frisk??

No, they can't. Frisk have too much determination, so Chara can't really take control. But they still can communicate through thoughts!! Probably that why Defeated!Frisk didn't go insane.

Does Defeated!Frisk have weakness??

They sure have!! Defeated!Frisk really weak physically. Also, they can glitch in random moment and because of that get distracted. They attacks are weak too, because Frisk were level 1 when died.

Will there be more about them??

I really hope so!! But don't expect me to draw everyday. .

Thank you, if you read all of this!! I really appreciate if you leave your opinion.

If my characters copied other I'm deeply sorry, tell me if that happened, I didn't have intentions to copy..

#Undertale #undertale au #UndertaleAU #AU #Frisk #Defeated!Frisk #Defeated Frisk #frisk undertale #new au idea #oc

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absolute-weirdo-inc · 1 year ago

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UltraVerse Lore

Nightmare

-Nightmare is the main character

-Nightmare was found as a child (post-apple incident) and adopted him

-Nightmare is a genuinely good guy

-Dream basically abandoned him for the love of the villagers

-He is the same person as passive but was controlled ages 6-8 by an evil spirit (basically canon nightmare but a kid) so is now viewed as a villain since the spirit took his body on a joyride throughout the multiverse destroying 7 separate universes along the way

-Nightmare has bad trauma bcus of the villagers abuse

The MTT

-Basically act as one person since they are #codependentasfuck

-Chaos incarnate

-Nightmares precious babys (though NM wont admit it to anyone)

-The fight constantly

-Same lore as canon (No fanon horror ty bbg) ((We stan canon horror))

-Non canon ages (same with everyone else (ages shown further down))

Cross

-A bad guy

-Same canon as usual (obviously underverse isnt a thing but the events of Xtale still happened (this is important for his and ink’s relationship))

-Little brother vibes

-Hates annoying NM but it sometimes happens regardless

-Nightmares favourite child nonetheless

-The most idiotic of the bad guys but trys to act like hes a genius

Error

-Sometimes works with NM bug mainly on game night in the castle not on actual Multiverse shit (bcus ill be dambed if the baddies don’t get to kick each others asses in dumb games of charades (Nightmare kicks the most ass in scrabble bcus hes a fucking nerd and dust is surprisingly good at draw and killer guessing in picturnary))

-BBFs with Swap regardless

-Canon error all the way 0 exceptions (unless its for feather boas)

-Makes dolls for an orphanage in the omega timeline and donates the anonymously 😭

-Hates ink because he thinks he thinks hes a freak (no one on one rivalry bcus he prefers to put his time to good use and not use it on “a dumb looking, emo wannabe who sucks at everything and has the brain of a fucking sloth”… his words not mine bbg”

Dream

-A bit of an ass

-Truly believes he the hero (has no clue he’s fucking up the multiverse with all the positivity he spreads

-His anthem is literally SUI

-Overworks Swap without realising

-Was convinced by the village that NM is evil

-Drinks wine like everyone’s favourite english teacher who has had it up to here because of their incompetent husband (by incompetent husband i mean ink)

-I Stan him fr

Ink

-… underverse except hes dumb and is a dream simp lol

-BUT HES ALSO SO BBG

-hes just a combo of canon and fanon ink with a sprinkle of 💅

Swap

-ERROR BESTIE FOR LIFE AND AFTER (aka he has a childish crush on him and “FINDS HIS EVER SHIFTING FIGURE ALLURING”

-simp

-Left his home because he found out Alphys never planned on letting him join the royal guard and not only felt betrayed bcus everyone in his universe who matters knew but he also wanted to prove himself (in his words “WHATS BETTER THEN PROTECTING ONE UNDERGROUND” Error-“wH4T?”

“ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!” Error- “…’5uCS M3 wh4t?!”)

-Has met his fanon version… blueberry became jam

-Made some official armour

-Lost a bunch of weight after joining, he went from chubby to too skinny even for a skeleton

-Also has insomnia and nothing will help (not me projecting.. not at all

Ccino (yes Ccino is part of this multiverse)

-Basically the same as usual

-Him and Nightmare are best friends (no toxic shit bcus this ISNT FLUFFYMARE

yet)

-Would literally drop everything to have a conversation with one of his cats

-Is close with all the baddies and something joins them for game night (⚠️WARNING⚠️- Dont let this man play Monopoly, he is so cold hearted and will make you go bankrupt IRL, yes he is so good he made Horror cough up 100 gold after Horror landed on two of his maxed out properties in a row (he owns the whole fucking board))

-His brother is still alive and His name is Spresso (IDK where i found this idea for his name but ill hunt it down)

-Spresso is glad Ccino made lots of friends even if they are insane murders

Ships

I dont want to add a bunch of ships but like…

-Fluffymare

-Minor Drink

-Crepic

-Bloodycrop

and maybe more later. Im sorry my pubescent teenage brain wont let me write shit thats not gay as fuck.

Other shit

-There will be other characters like Lust and Reaper (obviously bcus of NMs lore) but i haven’t finished all my lore on their characters

-There is mentioned toxic swadmare bcus i can’t resist the angst

-Like mentioned Nightmare is the main character and since i tend to project he may not act canon (neither will anyone else tbh BUT I WILL TRY)

-this whole thing will be cringe because im a depressed teen who is still doing her GCSEs

-Also the updates will mostly be on my tumblr but i’ll post most of the writing on my ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/52174081

-Please dont hate me :3

[Love you all besties, thanks for your time]

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expectiations · 7 months ago

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Ohh I love headcanons. Okay, uhm...

River Song and number 2?

Level 2 Headcanon takes elements from canon and explores them in a transformative way, and views canon through a lens outside the intended way it was written. [it's from this post btw]

Because I am who I am, I'm gonna bring my favorite "River is Patience" headcanon into this and include time babies because I can.

River has a secret family with the Doctor hidden somewhere in the universe. These children have aspects of both Time Lord and Child of Time abilities and have their own adventures across time and space, subtly influencing major events in the Doctor's timeline without his (or early versions of River's) knowledge.

I have, unfortunately, forgotten my tags for my 'River is Patience' yappings 😭 glares at self but anyway...

The Doctor barely talks about their family on Gallifrey, of Susan, Susan's parents (her father is his firstborn child apparently according to TARDIS wiki), of his first wife.

So what I know is based on the TARDIS wiki, which apparently got things wrong with Patience? idk i have yet to listen to the audios where Patience appears. I did get into an argument because this one person insisted that Patience, the Doctor's wife, and Patience, who emptied the Sea of Life because she wanted a baby, are different people and just got mixed up.

Patience, the Doctor's first wife, and Patience, who broke Pythia's Curse, may be different people. Or not. (e.g., the Woman who Murdered the Doctor and the Woman who Married the Doctor ended up actually being the same person).

That's the thing with being a legend. People get things wrong and mix things up.

We know River herself is a legend, is part of countless legends, is the cause of legends. Putting that in mind, I don't find it far-fetched that she somehow turns out to be Patience. Also, what we know of Patience seems steeped in legends and myths (very River-coded, yes?). Even her name, Patience, was coined by Tegan Jovanka. So she quite likely is known by another name (again very River-coded).

The following excerpts from Patience's TARDIS wiki page has held my interest for so long:

Despite Pythia's Curse, Patience wanted to have a child. She sought out experts all around the Capitol, but none could help her except the Stranger on Mount Perdition, who handed her an empty sack to fill with water, instructing her to draw from the Sea of Life. According to the Eighth Doctor, she emptied all the Sea of Life in her attempt, though the sack bore a hole. When all of time had soaked up on the shore, she found a child there. She broke the Curse. (AUDIO: Patience)

Her husband, one of the first to explore the Time Vortex, married her upon his return to Gallifrey. Together they had thirteen children. Their eldest child together would become Susan Foreman's father.

Also this excerpt made my River-coded mental alarm bells go crazy.

Patience's body vanished; the Doctor believed her to have simply died, (PROSE: Cold Fusion) but in actuality, Omega had used his control of history to take her into his anti-matter universe and restore her ability to regenerate. (PROSE: The Infinity Doctors) Indeed, the Ferutu told the Doctor that "it's not the first time you've met her, nor will it be the last". (PROSE: Cold Fusion)

and oh yeah she was also married to Omega. who else do we know has had multiple spouses? I'll let you all ruminate on it.

"It's not the first time you've met her, nor will it be the last." Who else do we know has had multiple "first meetings" but no actual "last meetings"?

"Despite Pythia's Curse, Patience wanted to have a child." Who else do we know wanted a child?

Also keep in mind that this was "according to the Eight Doctor" who is notorious for his Swiss cheese memory, so errors are bound to happen.

"According to the Eighth Doctor, she emptied all the Sea of Life in her attempt, though the sack bore a hole. When all of time had soaked up on the shore, she found a child there. She broke the Curse." Who else do we know has broken something (time and space) because she wanted to accomplish something (tell the Doctor he is loved)?

I believe the Doctor has mentioned that their entire family died in the Time War(?) a long time ago. Since we're making River his first wife on Gallifrey, we're also insisting that his entire family is alive and well, thriving and multiplying like rabbits across the universe. They have got to be masked like River used to be when meeting younger Doctors.

One last thing before I end this yapping session (isn't there always?), I headcanon that the child Patience found after emptying the Sea of Life is actually pre-Library River's child.

This may be a reach but I don't care. I love River. I love twisty myths and legends and playing with time.

#thanks for the ask!#river is patience #river song musings #dw musings #idk if this is headcanon level 2 but i tried my best to fit into it #tia talks tish #i hope a kinglet gets the rabbit reference #river song #patience

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whittloresdumpster · 1 year ago

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waiwai do we have any hitch lore??- I need a recap on hitch’s lore so I can start thinking of the dynamics in shattered dream’s gang :3

AREGAHAHAHA yeaahh!!!! he does a have a small lore for now

basically, hitchprint is made out of ink's vials and error's strings. hitch which is an synonym of error and print which is related to drawing, printing, ink ect.

his extra abilities are controlling emotions, and he can even feel the other's one if he cares enough to "connect" with you - how does he do that?? he connects a string on both souls, yours and his and that's how he understands you— for example, if you're feeling sad but somehow can't cry, if he connects this string to you he'll feel the sadness but will also express it for you [that's when the term cry for you becomes real eheheee🗿] he can be very vulnerable, but you don't see him like that often, he's moody and neutral most of the time it's a mix of it ig, he's not too edgy but not so kind either BUT is very protective of his partners 👀 oooooo he doesn't show it though, and with shattered's influence, ig he's got some manners from him too lol

his other ability is to make artificial souls that he can control and pressure you with it, example if he makes a fear soul he will be able to paralyze you — and this in a certain distance, if you're further than the distance he's able to control you won't be touched by it BUT if he forces too much his eyes will glitch and will hurts asf, to ease the pain he will put his glasses on and cover his eyes with his hoodie + won't be able to use his magic for a few days. [that doesn't happen so much thankfully??]

and ofc, strings that he calls emotion strings, it randomly changes colors. other functions? idk yett

so, for his backstory

when hitch realized he was just an anomaly in every way possible he was really upset about it, he used to wander in the void since he had no idea how to leave, core!frisk was here when it happened, they searched for hitch for a while until finally founding him and brought him to the Omega timeline where he sort of got used to it.

he wasn't really comfortable there though, he felt it that it wasn't his place to be on, and he was really depressed at this period of time. so he didnt go out much, sometimes he would to take some fresh air, the reason he stayed was because of dream, he was the only person he truly spent time with and genuinely concidered him a friend.

until one day, he was woken up with a lot of noises, it was late at night, screaming could be heard and fighting could be seen, someone was attacking the area, it was shattered that was attacking the Omega timeline — hitch surprised by what he was seeing, ran toward the mess and asked what was happening, when he learned that it was dream he was dumbfounded and afraid for him.

despite that hitchprint somehow tried to defend the timeline, without laying a hand on him as he simply tried to get dream's attention, mostly because he didnt want others to hurt him. of course shattered caught him, somehow recognized hitchprint, then started to say how sad he was for him, that he understood, that he could fix his broken heart, his shattered dreams... if he joined him, of course core frisk and the people of Omega timeline tried to convince hitchprint but he ignored and left with shattered.. well he didn't have a choice at that moment as he had already teleported somewhere else.

hitch couldn't help but feel fear and excitment, was that really the same person?? he wondered why shattered didn't kill him or whatsoever but quickly learned that his power did intrested him and was the only reason he was spared, he felt heartbroken at the idea that it wasn't because of their friendship [or could it be?] but stopped thinking about it much with time, now as long as he was with him, he didn't care even though he was different.

THAT'S ABOUT IT I THINK I might add some stuff but for now it's just that haha hope it's enough, also you have to tell me yours too!! I need to draw themmmmm!!!! 😆😆

#undertale #sans au #hitchprint!sans #shattered dream sans

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 9 months ago

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🌕 Blood Moon: Chapter Five

Blood Moon: You have been defying nature, and perhaps, even the Gods. After returning to life because of Tony Stark’s sacrifice, all humans now have a designation: alpha, beta, or omega. Angry at the fate you’ve been given, you decide that you will do anything to ensure that your fate is in your own hands. You’ll soon find out that it is never a good idea to tamper with fate, especially when one man makes it his mission to ensure that you understand that you can try to out-fly your destiny, but fate will eventually catch up to you.

Warnings: Language, Needles, Chemistry Mumbo Jumbo, Violence, Explosions, Injuries, Make-Out Scene That Gets Spicy.

To Note: A/B/O Universe Post Snap, Zemo x Female!Reader, Timeline Of Events Is More Spread Out (Weeks Rather Than Days) To Fit Plot Line.

Word Count: ~5.1k

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It was soft touches on your stomach that roused you from the deep throes of sleep, and the sting of a needle entering your skin that had you cracking your eyes open while you let out a soft groan. It took you fluttering your eyelids for a few moments to recognize Zemo’s form, and when you could see him clearly, he was withdrawing, carefully pulling the sweater you wore, back down.

“Zemo?” You rasped in confusion. You had a massive headache, and reaching up with your right hand, you grimaced when the mere act of moving made the pounding in your head worse. “What happened?”

“You had a crash last night, Liebling, I think a slight miscalculation with your medication and dosage was the cause,” Zemo explained, returning the needle in his hand to your back case which sat on the nightstand next to you. “I took the liberty of recalculating the correct dosage three times before administering your dose. 45 mL seems to be the appropriate measure. Higher concentration and lower dosage might be prudent for the next round.”

You closed your eyes and let out a strained sigh, slipping your hand down your forehead to cover your eyes.

“Shit. That’s nearly double… how could I have made such an error?”

“No one is perfect,” Zemo said while cocking his head to the side. Another moan passed through your lips as you massaged your forehead. Faint memories of scratching at your skin filtered into your mind, and moments later you were pressing your palms into your eyes with an absolute miserable groan.

“I cannot believe that happened.” You moaned out. “I am so sorry. You should have just locked me up in a room and left me to claw at the walls.”

“Don’t be sorry, Draga, it was hardly your fault.” He said calmly. “And I could hardly leave you writhing in pain. No alpha would feel comfortable leaving another in pain like that, myself included.”

“Still doesn’t help the morbid embarrassment,” You whispered, heaving out a dramatic moan. “God, how can I pride myself on control if I have one issue and proceed to throw myself at the nearest alpha that smells nice.”

“You still have more control than most, Diana.” Zemo praised with a quirk of his mouth. “But it is also nice to hear that I smell good.”

Your hand snatched the nearest pillow and you chucked it at his head as he laughed at you. Shit, even his laugh sounded nice. You were digging yourself a deeper grave every day.

“I have left some clothes for you to wear, Sharon has located Dr. Nagel. We leave in half an hour.” While Zemo left the room, you pulled the blankets up over your head and let out a frustrated scream. You could have sworn you heard another laugh from Zemo as his footsteps faded.

Five minutes later you had pulled your body from the bed, had your meltdown over the marks on your body, got over it, and had changed into the clothes Sharon provided. So now dressed up in Sharon’s style of clothing, you made your way to her living room while tugging on the straps of the leg holster to one of your guns.

“Please tell me we actually have him and aren’t about to go on a wild goose chase,” You spoke up while entering the room. Sharon snorted from where she stood as Sam and Bucky snapped their heads around.

“Don’t worry, I have him,” Sharon said while Sam approached me.

“You’re looking better Di, how you feeling?” Your eyes flickered to Sam and you gave him a look.

“I told you, I’m fine, so stop hovering,” You snipped at him before pulling your hair up and gathering it into a ponytail.

“You really okay?” Bucky then asked. Your eyes flickered to his.

“Yes, Zemo helped me figure out it was a dosage problem with my meds,” You explained vaguely, absolutely not wanting to go into the specifics of how exactly Zemo had helped you. “I just need to give myself a higher dosage until I come up with a better formula, however long that may take. Now come along, daylights’ burning.”

Sharon’s contact led you to a shipment yard full of shipping crates that you had to navigate, luckily, Sharon had a locator to track.

“So how did you end up wrapped up in this mess, Diana?” Sharon questioned as her eyes dropped back to the tracker in her hand. You glanced back at the boys following you, your eyes lingering on Zemo who brought up the rear. His own eyes met yours, those chocolate eyes of his burned. “After everything that happened, you getting institutionalized and spending years in the loony bin, I thought you’d’ve hunkered down, stay out of situations that would put you back there.”

“I’m not going to go off the rails again… and how did you even hear about that?” You asked, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“You went psycho, it was in the news all across the planet,” Sharon said dryly. “Shield Agents don’t just have mental breaks, and with you're connections to Hydra, everyone was keeping an eye on you. Waiting for you to snap... which you did.”

“I'm aware," You said dryly before sighing. "Sam and Bucky won’t know what to look for,” You explained as you came to a stop in front of a fork. Sharon snorted and arched an eyebrow at you.

“And you do?”

“Who’s the chemist in this relationship?” You questioned, a smirk biting at the corner of your mouth. “Face it, they need me. At least now I’m not bored anymore.”

“Madripoor could give New York a run for its money,” Sam spoke as the boys caught up to you.

“They know how to party,” Zemo echoed Sam’s sentiment. You made a noise in the back of your throat in agreement. While last night hadn't exactly gone well for you, you had been lucid enough to experience just how hard they partied here.

“With that bounty on your head, the longer you’re in Madripoor, the less likely you’re ever leaving,” Sharon said in warning. You let out a snort.

“An idea we aren’t new to; how close are we?” Sharon nodded her chin at a shipping container at the far end of the manmade corridor of shipping containers you stood in.

“He’s in there, container four-two-six-one. I’ll keep an eye out for you guys while you talk to Nagel, but hurry, we’re on borrowed time.” Sharon said, holding out earpieces for each of you to take. You each took one and tucking yours into your ear, you started for the container.

“Hold up there, Diana, one of us should go first,” You shot Sam a look as he reached for the container’s door. “And don’t give me that look, you’re the chemist, so that means you stay out of the line of fire.”

Upon opening the creaking metal door, you were met with an empty container. Sam sighed in disappointment as your nose started twitching, it might be empty, but your nose was telling you otherwise.

“Hey Sharon, you sure this is the right one?” Sam asked. You stepped inside and ventured further into the darkness. “It’s completely empty.”

“Positive, it has to be,” Sharon replied in your ears.

“Sam, stop using your eyes,” You said over your shoulder as the overpowering scent of a solution you had used yourself filled the container. “Can you smell that?”

The boys filed into the dark space and while Zemo clicked a light on and started looking around, Sam stopped next to you.

“Smell what? I don’t smell anything.” Sam huffed.

“I believe that is Diana’s point, Sam,” Zemo spoke up, his eyes running over every surface of the rusted and damp container.

“That’s industrial-strength scent cleaner,” You explained softly. “The kind that is only used in laboratories… which means someone has something to hide here.”

There was a loud crack, and the wall Zemo had been running his gloved fingers over pushed back, revealing a hidden doorway. Music from inside reached your ears just as you were assaulted by the smells of chemicals.

“That’s definitely it,” You whispered. Bucky and Sam drew out their guns, prowling forwards while you and Zemo hung back.

“Is this enough equipment to create a super-soldier serum?” Zemo asked lowly. Your eyes glossed over sleek machinery and pristine equipment.

“More than enough,” You softly replied. “You would be surprised at what a chemist can do with their mind, a couple of ingredients, and time.”

“Oh, I am not surprised. You are a crafty creature, I can imagine your abilities make you quite dangerous, Draga,” Your lips twitched at the corner and you continued to follow the sound of the music.

“Just remember that when you inevitably turn on us.” You reminded him. He cocked his head to the side, and you raised your eyebrow with a smirk. "We're not idiots, Baron, and I've dealt with worse snakes." You paused before tacking on, “But you are the handsomest I’ve met, so at least I have a view for now.”

Amusement flickered through his eyes as he cocked his head, the teasing smirk on your lips was soon echoed on his. You turned your eyes back to what lay ahead, and let your eyes fall on a man at the end of the room. Dr. Nagel.

“Dr. Nagel?” Sam asked. The man jumped and turned around, fixing his beady eyes on Sam.

“Who are you? What do you want?” Nagel snapped, going on the defense instantly.

“We know you created the super-soldier serum,” Sam stated as you reached for a stack of papers and started rifling through them. Line after line of chemical formulas met your gaze; these combinations had a frown blooming on your face, and with every line, your frown deepened.

“Get out of my lab,” Nagel went to storm past Sam but ended up getting yanked back by his shoulder. Then Nagel set his eyes on Bucky, who was lurking nearby, and you saw him physically pale. Sam then gestured to Zemo.

“This Baron Zemo. I know you’ve heard of him too. You seem like a pretty smart guy, so you better become conversational real quick.” Sam shoved Nagel into a screen-covered wall.

“How about a counter proposal?”

“What makes you think we are interested in that, doctor?” You asked, dropping the pages I held and walking over. “You’ve been a very naughty man now haven’t you?”

Nagel looked at you and saw that you were snooping around his work, picking at more worksheets and lifting vials, inspecting their contents.

“Make me a better counter offer and I’ll talk.” Nagel persisted. He obviously didn’t understand how precarious his position was at the moment.

“Guys, we have company,” Sharon spoke up over the comms line.

“Playtime is over,” You spoke out before flicking your eyes to Bucky. “Will you do the honors, Bucky?”

Bucky grabbed Nagel by his shirt and dragged him over to a nearby chair while you followed, an amused look plastered to your nearly blank face.

“A rather poor choice, doctor,” You commented as Nagel was forced to sit down and Bucky pointed his gun right at his head.

“Every bounty hunter in the city is here. We gotta go!”

“I’m not inclined to repeat my requests so you better listen closely,” You stated, placing your hands on the armrests and leaning over Nagel. The Beta flinched and leaned back in his forced seat; the smell of fear quickly permeated the room. “Start talking.”

In emphasis, Bucky moved the gun slightly to the side and shot a bullet into the nearby wall, narrowly missing Nagel’s head.

“Okay, okay!” Nagel squeaked. A brief smirk of satisfaction crossed your lips and you turned him in his seat so he faced the computer on the bench.

“Password, then you talk, or my good friend here gets to turn you into Swiss cheese and make my day all that more exciting.” Nagel was shaking at this point, and slowly, he lifted his fingers to quickly type in his password and unlock the computer.

“The files are all on the USB,” he muttered shrinking back as you sharply grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him to the side.

“Good boy,” You said in fake praise before glancing at Bucky and nodding at him. You had what you needed, now it was the boys' turn.

“Start talking,” Sam spoke up. Nagel let out a shaky breath.

“I was brought into Hydra’s Winter Soldier program to pick up their work after the five failed test subjects in Siberia,” Nagel explained as you quickly opened files and started looking for the formula. “When Hydra fell, I was recruited by the CIA. They had blood samples from an American test subject with semi-stable traces of serum in his system. After much labor, I was able to isolate the necessary compounds in his blood. I was a god.”

You tried to tune Nagel out as you worked, but his words only made you angrier and angrier, and you knew anger clouded your judgment. But a scrupulous search through files lead you to one that had a half-completed formula on it. Basic antigens, along with several lines of preservatives, but what you wanted was empty.

“You brilliant bastard,” You muttered, letting out a frustrated snort and pulling back from the computer.

“Is there any serum in this lab?” Bucky asked as you focused your attention back on the conversation. Nagel gave Bucky an obstinate look.

“Answer him,” You growled, giving his shoulder a hard squeeze. Nagel winced and quickly belted out a high-pitched 'no'.

“Do you alpha’s always listen to little girls trying to play grown-ups?” Nagel questioned. You sank your fingers, specifically your nails, into his shoulder to the point where you felt his skin break and the coppery scent of blood wafted into the room.

“I think you’ll find this Beta has a short temper,” Sam drawled out. You gave him a look. “Diana, you find it?”

“Do you want the good news or the bad news first?” You airily replied, releasing Nagel’s shoulder and reaching for a nearby folded lab coat to wipe your hands free of his blood.

“Good news,” Sam sighed out, rubbing his forehead.

“Yes,” You answered, watching as Nagel glowered at you, a half-smirk on his lips. He knew you had found a half-completed formula.

“And the bad news?” Bucky prompted. You wiped off the rest of the blood, staining the white lab coat brilliant red.

“It’s incomplete,” You stated, glancing at Zemo who looked like he was trying to murder Nagel with his eyes. His true emotions were only revealed by the wafting bewitching scent of his which was tinged with unabridged rage. “Dr. Nagel here has kept the baseline compounds in his formula but the parts that matter he no doubt has memorized. This is a dead-end unless you can get him to cough up what’s missing, and I doubt that will happen in the time frame we have.”

Sharon came running into the lab, out of breath and covered in specks of blood. Not to mention the scent of pain now clinging to her clothing was almost overpowering.

“Guy’s we’re seriously outta time here!” She said. Looking at her face, you could see the formations of bruises on her cheekbone. Just as she came to a stop, Zemo whipped out a gun and shot Nagel right in the chest.

“No!” Sam erupted, slamming Zemo into a nearby wall. Sharon quickly disarmed Zemo as you stared at the hole in Nagel’s chest, blood quickly staining his shirt in an outwards pattern.

“What did you do?” Sharon gasped out, her eyes fixated on the now dead man.

“I believe the term you are looking for is killed,” You answered dryly. Before any of your friends could shoot you dirty looks for the ill-timed humor, the wall adjacent to you exploded. Everyone in the tightly enclosed lab was thrown, and you found yourself hitting a table full of vials and beakers. Glass broke beneath your tumbling body, and heat from the raging burst of fire seared your exposed skin.

Your ears were ringing and alarms were blaring by the time you blinked away the stars. Bucky hauled you to your feet and as Sam was asking about the whereabouts of Zemo, your eyes looked at the fire licking the pressurized tanks at the end of the lab and the whistling of the remaining vials.

“We need to get out before this place explodes,” You shouted, wincing as your left ear popped. You raised a hand to cover it and found warm sticky blood coating your fingers. “Shit.”

“Come on,” Bucky called pulling you in the direction of the exit. Vertigo and nausea hit you as you were forced along. Behind you the lab exploded, releasing a cloud of black noxious fumes that only made your already pounding head hurt more. The smell was worse, burning and searing the inside of your nose.

“Diana!?” Sam’s voice sounded muffled between the gunfire and the rining in your ears. But at least your right ear seemed undamaged. Sam’s hand appeared on the side of your face and his brown eyes peered into yours.

“Ruptured eardrum,” You shouted at him, probably a little too loudly, but you couldn’t tell. You stumbled around, vertigo hitting you hard.

“Buck, Diana’s out,” Sam called before shooting off a few shots at a mercenary firing at you. The two Alpha’s started arguing with each other over who was supposed to do what and who was supposed to follow who, and you couldn’t help but exchange an exasperated look with Sharon. You both had the same facial expression: men.

“Guy’s not now!” She bellowed at them moments before a second explosion went off, sending another wave of pain ringing through your ear. Keeping a hand clapped against your ringing ear, your eyes flickered around until they landed on a moving masked Zemo taking care of the last remaining mercenaries in your current vicinity.

“Go, go!” Bucky yelled, pushing Sharon forwards before wrapping an arm around your side and hauling you after her. The entire world felt like it was moving, like you were in a snow globe. Ss you ran, and it took everything you had not to start puking. Lurching against a cargo container, you watched as Sam opened a door to the nearest container while Bucky threw a rod into the shoulder of the nearest mercenary. “Let’s go!”

Moving through the dark container, you slumped along with Sam’s help as Bucky punched his way out to the other side.

“How ya doing, Diana?” Sam asked, tightening his grip on the arm you had slung across his shoulders.

“I think I’m gonna puke,” You groaned out.

“We’ll get that eardrum taken care of soon, just hang in there,” Sam responded as the sounds of tires screeching echoed in your right ear. You blinked and saw Zemo pull up in a convertible.

“Supercharged,” Zemo said while Sam hauled you towards the back seats.

“You are going back to jail,” Sam huffed before picking up your body and lifting you into the backseat.

“Do you want to find Karli or not?” Zemo questioned as Bucky tapped Sam on the shoulder.

“He’s right. We need him, and there’s three of us and at least twenty of them.” Bucky explained.

“Make that two, Diana’s down for the count.” Sam sighed, nodding to where you were curled up and trying not to barf all over the beautiful white leather seats. “Fine, but if you try that shit again…” Sam threaten Zemo as he climbed into the seat next to me.

“I wouldn’t dream of it… how is the little Maus?”

“That explosion busted her eardrum, not very well,” Sam grunted while you pressed a hand against your mouth. “How's your stomach, Diana?”

“I may throw up on you.”

At some point in the drive back to the airstrip, you had fallen asleep with one of your ears still ringing and slightly deaf. When you opened your eyes next, the ache in your ear wasn’t nearly as bad and the tinnitus had faded. Your eyes were greeted with the interior of the jet as soft fur brushed against your cheeks.

While your ear might have stopped hurting, your head pounded with every heartbeat and your muscles and joints felt achy. Letting out a soft groan of misery, you twisted in place to try and find a more comfortable position but found that you had been swaddled. You slumped back with a soft huff while your nose twitched.

Zemo’s intoxicating scent was everywhere, and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were in his jet or the fact that the three Alpha’s had decided to swaddle you up in Zemo’s fur coat like you were a baby. You grimaced at the headache currently plaguing your brain before twisting your neck to see if you could find any of the boys. Your eyes caught sight of Sam snoozing at the front of the plane while Bucky had his face buried in a book.

“We are currently en route to Riga,” Zemo’s soft voice reached your ears and you twisted your head back around to see him emerging from the rest area with your little black case and a medical kit.

“Am I to presume right that there is a lead relating to Madani in Riga?” You questioned softly as Zemo set your case down and opened the medical kit. He pulled out a prepackaged alcohol wipe.

“Yes,” He answered, loading a new cartridge in your needle. “There is to be a funeral for Madani in a few days, our best guess is that Karli will be in residence.”

“Strike while she is emotionally compromised, aggressive and ruthless, but necessary,” You spoke quietly. You grimaced before shifting in place as he unwrapped his coat and pulled up your shirt. “So want to explain why I am currently swaddled like a newborn?”

“You were rather resistant to medical treatment,” Zemo explained with a slight smirk. “You bit Sam several times while he and James rendered medical care.”

You stared at Zemo in disbelief.

“Forgive me for having a hard time believing you,” You muttered while he wiped your skin with the alcohol wipe and gave you your injection.

“You did,” Bucky spoke up. You glanced at him and saw that he hadn’t even bothered to lift his eyes from his book. Your eyes turned back to the man next to you in exasperation. Zemo shrugged and recapped the needle, returning it to its case before zipping it closed.

“Your hormones are very unstable at the moment, Draga, it is not unexpected.”

“No, just highly embarrassing,” You huffed, trying not to think about the fingers and knuckles sliding across your skin as Zemo pulled your shirt back down. Slowly, you lifted your eyes back to his soft brown ones. Aggression was the last thing on your mind at the moment, and you certainly didn’t feel like lashing out.

No, all you wanted to do was throw yourself at the older Alpha and bury your face in his neck. You wanted to drown yourself in his natural scent that relaxed you like no medication ever had. For once in your life, you felt like Zemo was someone you could count on, someone who could become home… but that was absurd. You barely knew the man and had only met him a week and a half ago. Not to mention he was supposed to be in prison.

Then you were thinking about how his lips felt against your skin, how his teeth scraped against your neck. You couldn’t get rid of the sensations of his body on top of yours nor could you get rid of the echoing whispers of praises whispered in a language you didn’t fully understand. A shiver went up your spine and the temperature-controlled airplane suddenly felt far too warm. But rather than segregate you from your emotions, your body reacted on its own and only made you focus more on what you were feeling.

Your eyes flickered across his features, and you couldn’t help but admit to yourself that he was undeniably attractive. There was something so sweet about forbidden attraction, it was irresistible and with your repressed designation trying to claw its way forward… it was taking every bit of your will not to throw yourself at him... again.

You tore yourself out of the reverie and looked anywhere but at Zemo, your heart now beating at a faster pace in your chest. No doubt a pace he himself could hear… but at least he made no comment on your abrupt aversion to eye contact. Shifting in place once more, you reached up and felt your left ear. It had been fixed, but dried blood still caked your skin and hair.

“Perhaps you would like to clean up?” Zemo offered. You nodded eagerly, hoping to at least have a moment to yourself to calm down and get away from Zemo’s intoxicating scent. You needed to breathe without his scent muddling your thoughts. Moving your legs off the couch you were stretched out on, you went to stand up but found your world moving like a topsy turvy. Lurching to the side, Zemo’s arms quickly steadied your swaying body.

“I don’t my balance is back yet,” You moaned out through your stomach doing flips in your abdomen.

“Allow me, then,” Zemo murmured as he took your hand and started leading you towards the back of the jet. Despite your lack of coordination and the lurching feeling you were experiencing, you made it into the rest area without incident. Upon reaching the bathroom, you grabbed the door and partially opened it before looking up at Zemo.

“I’ve got it from here,” You whispered, detaching yourself from his grip. As his hand slowly left yours and fingers slipped across your wrist, something in those brown eyes of his shifted. With unexpected speed and quietness, hands were gripping your waist and pushing you into the bathroom.

Your lower back hit the edge of the sink, and as hands traced the contours of your body, lips descended on yours harshly. With your eyes shutting automatically, you used one hand to grip the sink counter while your other reached up and buried itself in soft chocolate hair.

Those hot lips of his pressed against yours like a fire that radiated to every part of your body, leaving you burned yet wanting for more. While lips hungrily moved against yours and brought your own to life, a hand on your hip fluttered over your back, fingers tracing your spine through your shirt. Your heart started beating faster, and with it, you curled your fingers around his strands and forced his mouth closer to yours. It was never enough.

It didn’t matter how long you kissed him, or how deep he kissed you, you knew you were always going to want more. You wanted those soft caresses across your fevered skin, that wicked mouth brushing against the most sensitive parts of your body. His very scent was your new addiction and you wanted him to possess you, claim you, make you his.

You choked on a muffled breath of pleasure that Zemo snapped up with a sharp nip to your lower lip. But even then he didn’t back off, determined to take every second you had to this stolen moment. The remaining hand on your waist slipped its way beneath your skin-tight shirt and fingers drew across your stomach, your aching body.

Your nails sank into the smooth countertop of the sink, scraping the surface while Zemo’s silver tongue snaked against yours. You felt like you were burning from the inside out and the heat was growing worse in your belly, leaving your legs shaking. For a moment you thought you might start dripping right there, the scent of desire clouded your nose so much.

It was only when Bucky banged his fist on the door and said, “You better be keeping your hands in respectable places, Zemo!” That the reverie of stolen passion caught up to you and you remembered where you were and that Sam and Bucky were only feet away. Your mouths broke apart and you found yourself sucking in oxygen to clear the haze that had settled in your mind. Then you caught the look in Zemo’s eye.

Molten brown was swirled with darkness and hunger, but most of all, you could see want. The heavy breathing coming from your slightly parted lips was the only sound in the cramped bathroom aside from your racing heart you could hear. You hoped that the scent of your freshly injected serum masked the smell of how hot and bothered you were.

“Diana?” Bucky called once more. Heated burned across your cheeks as you sputtered in place and struggled for words, watching as Zemo smirked in enjoyment and reached up to grab your chin, his thumb lightly brushing your teeth bitten, kiss swollen, lower lip.

“He is,” You answered in a strained voice, hoping Bucky took that as an ‘I’m in pain’ and not as an ‘I just made out with the Baron… so that would be a no’ tone. “He’s just making sure I don’t fall on my face… again.” By the time you were done speaking, your voice was a breathless whisper.

Zemo’s amused smirk grew, and your lip wobbled beneath his fiery touch, tingling from both his gentle strokes and his voracious kisses. Gods, this man knew exactly what he was doing to you, and you were now sure he enjoyed it.

“I’ll be out in a minute, I just need to wash the blood off,” You called, your eyes locked up in deep possessive brown ones. Bucky let out a grunt and his footsteps faded. Let out a shuddering breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and slumped against the sink counter.

“I will be waiting in the main cabin, mačkice,” (Kitten) Zemo said gently, brushing some hair behind your ear and letting his fingers trail across your cheek. Then his head bent back down, but rather than kiss you again, his lips pressed against your glowing cheek ever so softly. “Call if you need assistance,” his whispered words slipped across your skin and sent another shiver up your spine.

You had to sink your teeth into your tingling lower lip to stop yourself from whimpering as his hands slipped from your body and Zemo extracted himself from the bathroom.

You were in so much trouble.

Date Published: 7/14/22

Last Edit: 7/14/22

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spectroscopic-gayety · 1 year ago

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There this undertale MV fic that literally makes me happy stim and I have thoughts. More importantly a very crazy idea on where this is headed.

If you haven’t read the fic, you really should, it is some of the best Undertale Multiverse writing I’ve ever read! Here’s the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43143874/chapters/108428305

——SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT——

Ok so one of the things I really like about Buddy’s fics is that Buddy very clearly has read the original error!sans ask blog. They describe Error knitting in ftfo and recognize Error as an alternate timeline of after!tale.

Why is this important? Well, these references don’t just exist in ftfo, they are also in Spilled Ink, but in a very interesting way.

For those who didn’t follow the original error blog, it didn’t really end with a finale. CQ, the author, graciously left us readers a summary of what she planned for the story. Specifically, I’m talking about Blueberror.

Blueberror, is an underswap sans specifically named Blueberry (this will be important later) who gets kidnapped by Error, left alone in the anti void until he goes insane and starts hearing voices. Notably, the voices of the askers (since it’s an ask blog).

Now, who do we know in Spilled Ink who hears voices and has anti void trauma? Yeah Ink!

Spilled Ink shows Ink heading the voices of the Creators, who like the askers in ask error!sans, live in our world and control his life. Unlike Error who is insane, Ink struggles through the existential horror of being played with for entertainment.

So, what I think Buddy is doing is linking the creation of destroyers to protectors.

They are both made in the anti void.

They both hear the voices of the creators.

This makes some very interesting parallels between Error and Ink.

It also makes some very very interesting parallels between Ink and Blueberror. Ink in Spilled Ink is implied to be a version of an Underswap sans, Rus compares Ink to his own brother in his pov chapters. Several other characters remark the ink is “short for a sans”.

In Crayon Queen’s, summary of how ask error would have ended, she describes Blueberror not becoming a destroyer but moving into the omega timeline. He eventually works to protect the multiverse by convincing Error to help fight a larger threat. Hmm, a protector, where have I heard that before?

So, conspiracy theory time.

What if the determining factor that makes a sans stuck in the anti void a protector or a destroyer is whether or not they’re a swap variant?

So, wouldn’t it be Wild if there was a theoretical swap sans that we don’t know the location of? And wouldn’t it be just insane if a future plot point of the askerror blog was that Blueberror let another swap sans take his place in his au?

THIS IS WHERE THE REAL THEORY BEGINS

What if, the Blueberry in Spilled Ink was turned into Blueberror? How? Great question, idk. Maybe Ink’s friends get too close to figuring out who took him and the creators want a red herring? But like remember in chapter 5 when they were at the omega council meeting and the whole council was convinced the new out code was evil? I wonder what would happen if blueberror showed up right after Ink gets kidnapped. He’s covered in errors, that must mean he’s a new destroyer to counter Sketch right?

Extra angst: the only person who can recognize him is currently be tortured by Nightmare, and no one believes him when he says he used to be a member of the star sanses. His whole world is gone, and everyone he loves hates him and he doesn’t know why.

Does this make sense thematically? Kinda, it’s one really angsty way Ink can get his dearly lost friend back, but at a sharp cost. It would also allow Buddy to use dramatic irony again like how Sketch is hiding his moderator status. Except in a sad twist, Blueberror is trying to show his protector status but no one believes him.

I love this fic so much, and I can’t wait to see where the author takes the story next!

#undertale #spilled ink #frog rambles #idk if this is written communicatively #but if I turn out to be right on blueberror I’ll scream #like happy scream #undertale multiverse #please read this fic if you haven’t

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cynnaghoul · 1 year ago

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Fineeee I GUESS I'll be a good friend and ask something

Venus's relationships with other utmv characters? :0 like the most important ones?? You can also be silly and put ocs in there tooo

TEEHEE, THANK YOU, HAKUUUU ❤️

Venus actually has a decently important role as The Oracle of the Multiverse, which sounds crazy, but there's lore.

She has the ability to hear everything in the multiverse through her antenna (kind of like a radio signal), this includes future events!! But she can only hear, she can't see.

She only discovered this ability when she was pulled out of her AU, since it's not an ability she's actually born with, it's just her antenna picking up on everything around her.

She does have important relationships with some of the other characters, so lemme give a run down!!

Ink

Ink was actually Venus' first real friend when her AU was destroyed. Her hearing allowed her to hear him all the way in the Doodlesphere, and as someone who was new to the concept of the multiverse (and with scary new hearing abilities), she assumed he was a safe presence.

Ink actually also enjoyed her company as well, he used to draw her a lot, and her hearing abilities were considered helpful to him. However, after so long of being with him in the Doodlesphere, he noticed she wasn't really thriving in the ways he knew she could, so he ended up putting her in the company of someone else. That would be Fresh.

Their friendship is super strained because she misunderstood his true intentions, but they are mostly friendly, and she does cooperate with him when he needs her omni-hearing.

Error

Venus considers him her other coworker alongside Ink. She finds herself between the two on many occasions, but doesn't seem to mind. She actually does find Error pleasant, but they still struggle to actually get along because of their lack of an energy match.

Thanks to being between Ink and Error, Venus had to make a Vow of Neutrality, promising that she would not withhold oracle information from either of them, and they would get the same information. This vow is broken when Ink breaks his truce with Error, and Venus sides with the latter instead.

They get along on the occasion, but she mostly find him to be a fun target for teasing and irriating. When he destroyed those AU's, she was very much angrier with Ink than him.

Fresh

Fresh is pretty much Venus' best friend, and the only person that knows almost everything about her.. aside from Hatter. (More on him another time!!) They're an iconic duo in the Multiverse, almost never being found separated from each other.. unless they're doing their own thing, obviously. Otherwise, they're practically attached at the hip.

They're pretty much a major headache to anybody that has the fortune of being within 30 feet of them. They have an almost perfect energy match and no idea what a volume button is, so they're loud!! Venus has known Fresh since what feels like eons, even managing to escape becoming a potential vessel.. for a bargain, of course.

Cross

This one was actually pretty complicated to get an idea for because I know she didn't like him at first. Venus thought he was a problem thanks to the X-Event and the chaos that followed, however her mind changes.

She realizes that she needs to separate her anger towards Ink's broken promises and recognize that Cross was genuinely going through a lot of internal problems. Some that even she could relate to.

She definitely attempted to speak to him while he was in the Omega Timeline, since she was already there to comfort the poor anomalies that already lost their lives or homes.

Dream

Venus doesn't typically work with Dream, but seeing as they're both emotion based, they probably team up occasionally. Especially where Venus' powers involve emotional projection, she's able to help increase the flow of positive energy to give him a decent boost.

They're friends at best, often having similar opinions on things and even similar ideals!!

Nightmare

Venus has her ears on this guy for sure. In fact, she uses her emotional abilities in The Hub (more lore on that later) to help others get rid of their negative feelings. She wants to ensure that he has trouble causing or bringing harm to anyone under the influence of their own feelings. Unfortunately, she isn't always successful.

Rue

@rainyecho 's OC

Venus actually does like Rue a lot, she considers them a good friend despite the fact that they hang around Error all the time.. but she knows better than to let that dictate her opinions on people!!

She finds them pretty odd, seeing as they're a virus, but she's no better for hanging out with the parasite, so she pushes that aside. As long as Rue doesn't become a real threat towards Venus, she believes they're totally great best friends.. or something.

Null

@hakunakii 's OC

Venus is familiar with Null as the Multiverse's form of transportation, but they don't cross paths often enough to chat all the time. Regardless, in the few times they have stopped to chat, Venus has found them rather pleasant, but confusing. She feels like they have a potential energy match, but she's not too sure.. they seem odd. But once again, she's never let that prevent her from making a friend!! Perhaps she'll have to invite them around so she can get to know them better.

Void

@demifinnyfib 's OC

Venus thinks Void is pretty silly and.. also pretty stupid, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like their company!! She pities them, actually, considering they lost their memories. She believes it's depressing for forget who you are and who you came from, but Void seems so shockingly nonchalant about it. She just can't wrap her head around them. She's very fond of them, even if she feels bad for poor Goldie's loss.

Golden Guard!Sans

@demifinnyfib 's OC

Venus comforted Goldie when he first came to the Omega Timeline with the belief that his friend was dead. She thought it was such a heavy burden for him to have to carry all on his own, especially after finding out that his friend no longer had their memories.

Her heart aches for his situation, but she chooses not to get involved. Only offering her comfort when it's necessary, and sometimes even a piece of advice for him. She's fond of him, but lately his uptight nature has made him the punchline of many of her teasing remarks.

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That's pretty much the gist of it!!

If there are any more questions, just ask!! It's super fun to answer questions and I definitely have the time to!!

And please lemme know if I missed anyone that you guys are curious about!!

#underverse oc #underverse #undertale oc #undertale #send asks #oc opinions #ink!sans #error!sans #dream!sans #nightmare!sans #fresh!sans #so on and so forth #oc lore #im sorry this is so long

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lolsonic-idk-man · 1 year ago

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Talk to Me: Part 2

(I still do not know if it's a chapter-)(@sfdsds I did it :D) Part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6 I almost hit 4000 this one! also, good news. My sister helped edit this one, so there should be way less spelling mistakes.

It had been 6 long years since Dream had gotten out of his stone prison, and Nightmare still had to put up with his nitwit of a foe.

Nightmare could remember his greeting to Dream when he broke free of the stone that once encased him. It was saddening to know that Dream would never know the sneers that Nightmare had spat at his statue, but perhaps it was better that Dream had to learn everything after he got out of his penitentiary, Nightmare got the chance to watch Dream's torture.

It was sad that he had gotten over it in the first few months, Nightmare would have loved to savor it.

He would have loved to kill Dream shortly after he woke up, but alas Dream's magic pulled him away before Nightmare got the chance.

Nightmare had managed to find him an hour or so after, but Dream had gotten lucky and ran into Ink and the nuisance Blue, resulting in a battle.

Blue was well known as a general in the Omega Timeline, namely for his idea to assemble a group called the Stars, who more often than not get called The Star Sanses due to the overwhelming number of Sanses that would volunteer. The Stars' main goal is to ensure the safety of the people in their respective AUs, or defend against threats like Nightmare and his gang.

Blue would usually take the lead and fight off Nightmare on his own as whoever had volunteered to help Blue at that time took care of his gang or evacuated the people of the AU.

Ink would on the rare occasion join the Star Sanses or the Stars would help Ink fight off entities that tried to destroy creator-made AUs.

Ink had even worked with Nightmare in the past, no one in the Omega Timeline was exceptionally thrilled about it, and many still aren't, calling Ink a trader to the AUs and the Omega Timeline. The only reason he was still allowed to visit the Omega Timeline was that they literally couldn't stop him and he had proven on multiple occasions that he had no intentions of purposely threatening them or taking the side of the Bad Sanses, (another name for Nightmare's group.)

" NIIIIIGHTMAAARE!!!!! "

Speak of- well, think of the devil and he shall come, the gremlin of an artist Ink emerged from a black splotch that had grown on the wall.

" Yes, Ink? " Ink's visits have only gotten more common when Nightmare decided he needed help in spreading negativity. The Guardian of Negativity had picked up a few skeletons in the past that now made up his crew and Ink had thought that they were just the perfect people to hang out with, their murderous tendencies only made it better for him.

" I'm BORED " Ink winded as he trotted to lay his head on Nightmare's desk.

This is why Nightmare more often than not hated when Ink chose to intrude, it was either to continue his prank war with Nightmare's men or pester the King of Negativity. " Error said I already overspent my time today, Horror doesn't want me in the kitchen, " Nightmare held back a relieved sigh " Killer's too busy with his cats, and Dust said 'No' "

But he couldn't deny that he sometimes had interesting ideas or confusing, to say the least. " So you've come to me, I doubt that I will be any help in cessing your boredom so farewell Ink. "

" You've got to be doing something! " Ink wined.

" Yes, I am. " Nightmare hoped that Ink would lose interest if spoke as little as possible.

" Then what's cha doing? " Ink pressed.

" Work. "

" What kind? "

"Getting rid of Dream kind. "

…

Why did he say that? He could feel the oily sensation of Ink's yellow vial draining. The artist was far too expressive for someone without a soul and far too excited to talk about ideas to get Dream out of Nightmare's way.

Then again Ink had already drilled the fact that Nightmare wasn't allowed to kill Dream or do anything else that would keep Dream away forever. It would throw off the balance of positivity and negativity after all. And Nightmare had already learned his lesson about pushing the balance too far.

A few years after he had started his reign of terror on the multiverse he had figured that Ink was over-exaggerating about the balance, and chose to push it in his favor.

That was probably the thing he will forever regret, seconds after he tipped the scale further than he ever had Ink was upon him. Nightmare had spared with him before, but he had not realized how much Ink had held back.

However, he does forget that sometimes, just due to the fact that Ink would show up and talk to him casually as of today.

" Soooooo, what the plan! " Ink Chirped

" There is none currently, " Nightmare sighed.

" No ideas? Absolutely none? "

The goopy skeleton groaned, " I've thought of one, but I doubt it would work, " The gremlin at the edge of Nightmare's desk stared intently waiting for him to explain further. " A tracking device, but I fear that would work due to the quality of the Omegatime's defenses. "

The artist's grin only grew at the idea for some odd reason that Nightmare would never understand. " You positive? " Nightmare nodded unimpressed. " I don't think you can be. " Ink giggled

" Ink, that was a terrible joke. " Nightmare groaned and messaged his nasal ridge already done with the dumbass of a protector.

" Thank you! But I'm not kidding, you can't be sure till you try! " The artist cheered.

Suspicious if you asked Nightmare, Ink was fully aware of the defense of the Omega Timeline, Nightmare was fairly sure Ink helped work on them to make it.

So what was he planning? Whatever it was, Nightmare would have no power in stopping it, he knew that for sure. Ink had the beings that created the multiverse behind him, and everyone who knew of the Creators knew how much they loved stories. It's why the multiverse was made, after all, one was not enough.

Could Ink be starting another advent for his dear Creators? Ink had done such a thing in the past before, but it was impossible to know the end of it. Nightmare was relatively positive that Ink hadn't even known the change it would bring last time.

There's a high chance it would be a " Happy ending, " but that leaves the question of whose happy ending would it be?

There was no point in overthinking it anyway, the artist would get this rolling one way or another.

" Very well, I'll talk to Sci about it later " Nightmare deflated.

" YAY! " The gremlin celebrated, " Anything else " his arms now folded on Nightmare's desk as he rested his head.

Nightmare slapped on an over-expatriated (Maybe not) smile and stared directly at the artist, " Paperwork. " Ink's smile quickly morphed into a frown, which only drove the embodiment of negativity to continue. " It's genuinely not that bad Ink, I just sit in one spot all day, reading things that could be summed up in a singular sentence, but are spread out to be 5 pages long. " Ink had lain down in fetal position in front of Nightmare's desk and released a drawn-out squall of despair as Nightmare continued going into detail on how he filled out the paperwork he had to do regularly.

Ink made his way out not even a fourth of the way through Nightmare's lecture, saying he was going to hang out with Error. Hadn't he come here because he overspent his time with Error?

It didn't matter, Nightmare wasn't completely exaggerating what he had to do anyway.

~~~~🌕~~~~

To be honest, Nightmare had been putting this off, he did not want to gather the easily aggravated bloodthirsty mongrels that he adopted more than he had to, they got together by themselves more than enough as it is.

Killer was either in the TV room or his room with the large number of cats that he had picked up thinking Nightmare wouldn't know, (he knew.) The only reason the goopy guardian had yet to say anything was that killer was doing an exceptional job at keeping them away from the main part of the castle, and out of Nightmare's sight, – He'd always hated cats. –

Dust has had a multitude of places he'd hide; random places in the quarters, the TV room, the living room, or his chemistry lab he made deeper in the dead forest surrounding the castle. It had become a normal thing for Dust to come back from said place with a poison he was prepared to shove down Killer's throat, only to be stopped by Horror.

Speaking of the skeleton, Horror would spend his time reading a recipe book in the dining room or kitchen, sometimes he'd be found working in his garden on the roof of the castle. Horror was a magnificent cook, and considering how little food Horror's AU had, what he could do in the kitchen was impressive. It was impossible to say no to Horror when it came to eating together, reason one being the massive skeleton wouldn't take no for an answer, and reason two, his cooking was just that good.

And that's the reason why Nightmare was not about to get them together himself, two of them would kill each other if Nightmare didn't forbid it and Horror would get around to it for him, so why should he do it?

A knock rang through his office shortly after the clock hit 6:00, a moment or so later his office door creaked open revealing a large skeleton with a large glowing red eye-light and a gagged hole above it.

" Boss, time for, dinner. " Nightmare stood from his desk and nodded, acknowledging Horror as he made his way to join his men at the dinner table.

Horror and Nightmare walked in comfortable silence down the dimly lit hallways that led to the dining hall.

Nightmare's Palace was exceptionally large, and what do you do with large empty spaces? You fill it with the most expensive things you can find. The stone brick walls of the hallways held paintings from AUs that only made some of the finest art, some walls even presented some of Ink's works. There was the every-once-in-a-while table with some form of decoration that sat beneath the paintings between doors.

A feeling of calmness lingered in the castle regardless of his oppressive aura, the soft warm glow of the torches left light on the tranquil paintings of scenery that lined the walls, the light scent of lavender that rested in the air, gentile purple tapestries, lined with gold that hung by doors, the same carpet stretched to the end of every hallway.

The doors to the dining hall were a grand spectacle, the dark brown wood carved to showcase mountains of food beneath the radiant full moon in a sky full of sparkling stars.

The dining room was, well, more of a wide hallway with a long table. It was unnecessary, to say the least, but if you're going to own a castle you have to go all out, do you not?

His men sat at their usual seats near the west entrance, Killer claimed the seat right to Nightmare at the head of the table, and Horror sat across from him with Dust by his side.

Nightmare had to only sit before the rambunctious gremlins that he cared for started to clear everything Horror made off the table, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, peas, and roast, all being added to the non-existent stomachs of the skeletons.

" Before you all run off to do whatever you do without me looking, I wish to discuss the next attack. " The King of Negativity announced.

Horror nodded and went back to his larger portion of food, Dust grunted an affirmative, and Killer said something through a mouth full of roast.

His men were already halfway into their meal and dinner had started only a minute or so ago, there was no point in waiting for them to finish, they would all be done and waiting by the time he concluded, " Our next operation is not that complicated, it will take place in two to three days, and our main goal will be to place a tracker on every star in hopes that we find the Omega Timeline. "

Nightmare's right-hand man Killer shoved another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth and pointed his spoon at his boss, " Don't they have, like, defenses that are impossible to get through? "

" Indeed, but I have confidence that this will yield interesting results. " Nightmare pushed the utensil out of his face with one of his appendages. " I will be taking my leave to speak with Sci after dinner. I will be gone for at most an hour, so I swear to Toby Fox if I come back and something or someone is on fire, injured, or broken you will be punished regardless of who did it. Understood? "

" TOO LATE FOR THAT BOSS! " Killer jumped out of his seat and ran out of the room.

" If it's Killer that does something then neither of you get punished. " Nightmare groaned, ignoring how sly Dust was feeling, standing so that he could make a portal to Sci's and get this over with quicker, only to be stopped by a growl coming from behind him.

Right, he hadn't eaten yet. The Guardian of Negativity did not need to eat, he got his strength from the negative emotions of others, alas that was not something Horror would put up with. Nightmare sighed as he filled his plate with what little remained of their meal, reclaiming his seat at the head.

Dust disappeared with his dishes in tow. Horror started to clear the table as Nightmare finished his plate and handed it off to the large skeleton. Now nothing stopped Nightmare from going to Sciencetale, so off he went.

Sciencetale was filled with many futuristic clichés of the creators. Nightmare would normally spend the time to find a more original AU, but this world was already informed of the multiverse, was the best when it came to any form of science, and was willing to work with the so-called villains of the multiverse. So there was not much point in looking for one that had a better story.

Nightmare placed himself in the office of the sans of the universe in hopes that he could find him in his desk before the scientist got into a coffee high. Sadly, it appeared that would not be the case today. The coffee addict was nowhere to be found.

Magnificent.

The Negative Guardian scanned for the feeling of coffee that Sci somehow managed to create. He wasn't kidding. Sci had littoral made a feeling that could only be described as coffee.

Said feeling was basically flooding the break room.

Grand. He was already in a coffee high. Well, there's no getting that skeleton to sleep for the next 3 to 8 days, so may as well abuse the hyperactivity in the scientist's head.

So began the wait. The embodiment of negativity was not about to wander the halls of a neutral AU. He did not want to put up with the monsters who had a dislike for him. The AU may be neutral, but the people still tend to have strong opinions on whose side they should be on.

Sci was one of the few who completely stopped caring about who asked him for help. Littoral Death had asked him for help before and the scientist didn't even bat an eye at the fact that a god was in his office but instead asked if he could study said god's magic. It wasn't even because it was a god's magic, but because it was a random thing he'd never seen before. Nightmare swore Sci had no fears.

The highly caffeinated skeleton appeared a few minutes later, each hand holding a full coffee pot. He placed himself at his desk, gulped some of the coffee right out of the pot, and looked Nightmare in the singular eye-light, " So what do I owe the all-powerful guardian of Negativity for his visit? " Sci sneered, clearly tired regardless of the amount of caffeine he had consumed.

" Respect for one thing, " Nightmare growled. " and I would like to know if you could possibly make a tracking device that would still work even in the Omega Timeline. "

Sci reframed from spitting out the gulp of coffee, " The Omega Timeline? Heh, and here I thought you didn't have a humorous. "

" I am serious Sci, " He was not about to acknowledge the joke. " I will be needing them soon. "

" We both know I can't do that, " a coffee pot was waved at Nightmare.

" I am aware, but I have reason to believe something may come from it. "

" Like what? You and your brother go to therapy and the multiverse lives in peace? "

Sci really was trying to anger the embodiment of negativity, wasn't he? " No. Why would I ever try to reconnect with that- that hornet! "

" So my first assumption was right, " Sci grumbled. " Is there any particular reason I shouldn't ignore your request other than you're the oh-so-powerful king of Negativity? "

A growl came from Nightmare as his extra appendages lashed behind him, " Ink, Ink was fairly persistent in getting me to use this course of action. No, I do not know why, but there's no point in prolonging whatever the Brush has planned. It will happen regardless of what we do. " There was no point in wasting time for Sci to ask the question "why."

" So some oddly big event it is then. " The coffee addict shrugged as he finished one of the pots. " I'll get to work on making some more. "

" More? You already have something that may work? "

" I doubt it will work, but it's the best one we have, bonus, it has a mic~ " The enthusiasm died just as fast as it came. " Plus, you probably want them within the next two days. There is no way I could design and make a tracker that would work in that time anyway. "

" Good to know you figured out the drill. " Nightmare growled for the last time as he left through the swirling black void that made his portal.

~~~~🌕~~~~

Sci had in fact delivered. He had managed to make five trackers and a device that would display the location of each one, and play what the trackers could hear.

The placement of the devices went as planned, they caused a spike of negativity large enough to warn Dream of their presence and fought the Star Sanses long enough to plant every tracker on multiple of their personnel. Just like Nightmare had planned. An in and out mission, after all there was no point in letting his men get injured for nothing.

They waited a few hours before looking at the trackers' statuses, everyone knew the Stars would stick around after an AU was attacked to help its residents either evacuate or get back in order. So, there wasn't exactly a point in looking at it immediately.

When the time did come though no one had any expectations for it to work. Why would they? The only people who could possibly break into the Omega Timeline would be Ink, – who is already allowed in – and Error. That next question would be why did Error break in? He and Ink had a truce, it would be stupid of even the destroyer to infringe it.

The point is no one was going to break into the Omega Timeline in any form. So why were they doing this? Ink. Everyone knew that when the Creators wanted entertainment they would use their Protector of Creation. And even if the first attempt didn't work they would always find another way to get an ending to their stories.

The X-event being an excellent example. All through Ink had blabbered to him about how it could've been much worse if he hadn't made a truce with Error all those years ago. And the fact that Ink was able to share it in the detail that he did caused the Guardian of Negativity a large amount of concern and fear.

Truly that was just one example of Ink pushing a change in the universe, – or a prank. – Honestly, most of them were pranks.

When the time came expectations were not. And so far they were correct.

Tracker One: OFFLINE

Tracker Two: OFFLINE

Tracker Three: OFFLINE

What?

Tracker Four: ONLINE

LOCATION: UnderPeace#846328

Nightmare couldn't even care about the fifth tracker. Who was it? Why weren't they in the Omega Timeline? " Who placed that tracker!? " Nightmare snarled the question aloud.

" That would have been you, Boss. " Killer chuckled, spinning in a random office chair he had snatched from an AU.

It was the tracker that Nightmare had managed to throw on Dream, grand, but what in all hell was Dream doing in a random UnderPeace!? The AU had a simple concept, what if the humans and monsters didn't fight each other, but another force? They technically lived peacefully, but there were tensions between the two races so more often than not the AU was declared neutral. This one was no exception.

He disliked that he had to look further into the AU's history to find out what made it special. But he especially didn't like the answer.

The thing that made this UnderPeace different wasn't anything drastic, it was just a legend, a myth, a story. A tale that Nightmare loathed with all of his soul, his narrative. Or more precisely his and Dream's.

They were never actually there per se, but the story was thought of in the AU. But once again the story was told wrong. Well, less wrong and more of… some details were left out.

Without much of an explanation as to why Dream was even in the AU, they checked the audio. After all, if Dream was still in the AU instead of the Omega Timeline something important had to be happening.

Soft hics could be heard if someone listened close enough, Otherwise nothing. Looking at the history of the tracker it was online for a little longer than an hour before going offline for a few minutes and coming back in UnderPeace. The sound consisted of choked sobs, quiet whimpers, a thunk, and the rustling of fabric.

#dream #dreamtale nightmare #dream sans #Nightmare sans #Dreamtale dream #dreamtale au #dreamtale brothers #dreamtale #my fic #fic #Should I tag the murder time trio???#ink sans #I think it's okay to tag Ink for this one...#sci sans #I spent 5 or 6 weeks on this #and the next one is probably gonna take just as long #No bata lol

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