#Fallen Error

[dolliecreature]

Rin and her boyfriends 💙💚🧡💕

[the-nerd-beast]

I believe Carmilla Carmine to be a fallen angel

As well as the fact that she has daughters when sinners can't reproduce there is an important detail I can't believe no one has brought up.

Look at her, I mean really look at her, what is something you might notice? Other than her stunning beauty

An amazing lack of features she has. She has no wings, no shark teeth, no monstrous/bestial features, no horns (I was surprised to learn that her buns weren't wrapped around horns), no inorganic parts like Vox or what have you and she shares this trait with her daughters Odette and Clara. The only arguably inhuman trait are her large hands, which are not exactly a very defining trait especially since they moved away from her pilot design of having claws.

Look at the denizens of Hell:

They are incredibly diverse in form, having taken on features influenced by personality, sin, time period and cause of death. Even most "basic" sinners still look like generic devils.

(I used Mrs. Mayberry from Helluva Boss because she is the best shot of a "devil" sinner but they are seen often as background characters in Hazbin Hotel as well).

Now there is an exception to this though: Velvette

Now with her, I believe that is less a lore reason and more an artistic design choice since it is apparent her outfit and hairstyle is going to be different in every appearance she has so they left out any extra features to make that easier for the animators.

She is essentially a blank canvas for the animators to play dress up doll with, but she does still lack a nose which makes her a little less human looking than Carmilla.

Now getting back to Carmilla's daughters, even if Odette and Clara also died at the same time as Carmilla which is why they are together in Hell, the chances that they wouldn't have enough variables to have any unique features of their own feels slim, did these three really have so little variation in personality and sin one of them wouldn't look a little more monstrous?

Some have pointed out the horns they have are probably fake, with Odette's being her hairband, which with Carmilla's hair buns seem to almost be an attempt to "fit in" with the sinners.

Overall as many have brought up, the Carmines have more in common with Vaggie design wise with how few unique features they have, and we all know what Vaggie's deal turned out to be.

Anyway that's my two cents and I'd love to know your thoughts if you have any.

[carlyraejepsans]

for real WHERE does the idea that [utdr humans] are nongendered so that "you can project on them" come from. their literal character arcs are about NOT being a blank slate to be filled in by the audience

i think i understand the assumption on some level for undertale, because there is a very intentional effort to make you identify with the "player character" in order to make your choices feel like your own (the beating heart of undertale's metanarrative lies in giving you an alternative path to violence against its enemies after all, and whether you're still willing to persue it for your own selfish reasons. YOUR agency is crucial).

of course, the cardinal plot twist of the main ending sweeps the rug from under your feet on that in every way, and frisk's individuality becomes, in turn, a tool to further UT's OTHER main theme: completionism as a form of diegetic violence within the story. replaying the game would steal frisk's life and happy ending from them for our own perverse sentimentality, emotionally forcing our hand away from the reset button.

i think their neutrality absolutely aids in that immersion. but also, there's this weird attitude by (mostly) cis fans where it being functional within the story makes it... somehow "editable" and "up to the player" as well? which is gross and shows their ass on how they approach gender neutrality in general lol.

but also like. there's plenty of neutral, non PCharacters in undertale and deltarune. even when undertale was just an earthbound fangame and the player immersion metanarrative was completely absent, toby still described frisk as a "young, androgynous person". sometimes characters are just neutral by design. it's not that hard to understand lol.

anyone who makes this argument for kris deltarune is braindead. nothing else to say about it.

[hawkmothmoon]

Okay!! Last two The Bear pieces (til season 3, at least. Maybe sooner. Idk! I am inconsistent! I love many shows and movies and games and can’t commit to only posting from one fandom!!) JK I went and did a bunch more Bear pieces lololol

I had this idea of doing it to the single piece but it wasn’t working so I separated them out. Took inspo from the prayer cards we saw in the show.

My handwriting sucks lmao don’t judge me

[quotidianish]

Me when I only redesign characters Adam has a relation too anyway BIBLE YAOI BLAST

[drk-mnd-fds]

I'll probably post a few sketches that were drawn spontaneously and stored somewhere on the computer

[apilgrimpassingby]

Views of Christ and Culture

So, this morning I was watching a video on Reinhold Niebuhr's typology of five views of Christ and culture. They are:

Christ against culture: the culture is seen as something bad that Christians are to avoid interaction with as much as possible. The most obvious form of this is Anabaptist groups like the Amish, but less extreme versions of it can be found among most Baptists (and related groups like Pentecostals and Evangelicals) and form the basis for monasticism.

Christ of culture: the culture is seen to be basically good, if flawed, and working for the same things as Christ. This is most associated with liberal theology, although I'd argue that the prosperity gospel is the most prevalent form of this.

Christ above culture: the culture is seen to be good, but its natural, temporary good must not be confused with or used as a substitute for the supernatural, eternal good of Christ. This is the view of Roman Catholicism and Orthodoxy.

Christ and culture in paradox: Culture and the church are two separate institutions that, though Christians have duties in both of them, are not to be confused or allowed to dominate the other. This is the traditional stance of Lutheranism and Radical Two Kingdoms theology among the Reformed.

Christ as the redeemer of culture: the culture is seen as basically bad, but Christians are to put it under Christ's dominion for Him to redeem. This is the view of the Theonomist and Kuyperian theologies among the Reformed.

Everyone who'd like to, respond with which one you support and why! Tagging @sapphosremains and @idylls-of-the-divine-romance to see if the "progressives support Christ of culture" is accurate to the ones I know.

[variouspolltournaments]

Propaganda

Virche Evermore: I bawled my eyes out multiple times while playing this 👍

[isame-allen]

Hey can tou draw fallen dreamswap

Yes I could

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Seduction - Nightmare/Blue

Media: UTMV/UTAU

Genres: High School AU, Human AU, Teenage AU, DND, Characters play DND, Pining, Mutual Pining, Almost Kiss, Story Within a Story, Family Dynamics

Characters: King Nightmare, Blue, Dream, Ink, Cross, & Error

Character Human Names (in the same order as above): Nikora 'Niko' Nomura, Briar Cárdenas, Donovan Daniels, Isidoro Bonheur, Cain Ximenez, & Emmanuel Balcom

Pairings: Nightmare/Blue, Implied Error/Cross

CW/TW - Implied Neglect

Word Count - 3684

Read it on ao3 instead!

Our heroes were expecting an army. Hordes upon hordes of undead knights and creatures known only to the darkest depths of the Shadowfell should've been lined upon the walls and borders of the village. An army should've been defending the castle. The king.

And yet, nothing.

The entire kingdom was quiet. The only sound was the sound of the party's feet against the cobblestone ground. Villagers glanced out their windows and doors, watching them with bated breath.

There were a few open shops that the party could stop in if need be, but most places were closed indefinitely.

The heroes didn't need to stop. Not this time. They were ready. Their entire adventure they had been preparing for this battle since the start.

As they made their way through the village, the centerpiece of the kingdom slowly showed itself.

The Mareridt Castle.

A large, skyscraper-esque castle sat in the center of the village. It had towers that could touch the clouds, and dark gothic architecture with details that could only be made by hand.

The Mareridt castle was always visible on their adventure, able to be seen from miles away. It was like it was watching them, waiting for their arrival.

It loomed over them, a sense of doom and dread filling the party's senses. When they reached the front gates, they opened all on their own. They would be going to their deaths of their own accord. They would die knowing they could've turned back at any point.

There was a duty to be done, though, and the party entered the castle.

Blue, the half-orc Druid went in first, his staff, the Deathshaper, in his hands. He could feel the amount of death and decay here, there would be no shortage of bones for him to use. Although, the world was stifling, the darkness and shadows clawed at his heart. Connecting to the earth to use his Druid abilities would be difficult.

Error, a human sorcerer, stayed on Blue's left. Her hand gripped on her dagger, Lolth's Kiss; she hoped she wouldn't be in close enough combat to use it. Her crossbow felt heavy on her back, and yet, her magic felt stronger than ever. Her shadow magic felt all consuming, threatening to snuff her out if she allowed it.

The party's barbarian, Cross, flanked Blue and Error. His tiefling tail flicked back and forth, his eyes scanning the area. His glowing greatsword was strapped to his back, it had a name, once, but it had been forgotten to time. His body tensed, everything about the castle was making him uneasy. Being back was terrifying.

At the back was Dream and Ink, the party's rogue and bard.

Dream unsheathed her twin scimitars, which she had oh-so lovingly named Pleasure and Pain, her fingers tensing and relaxing as he walked. She hadn't seen much in her time, being a Kalashtar, but the Mareridt castle was something else. The spirits here were tormented and in constant agony. Whatever was causing their pain had to be destroyed.

Ink's rapier was tucked neatly into the sheath on their hip, their hands flitting up and down their flute. This was probably the worst idea the party had ever come up with. Being a changeling, Ink would've preferred a stealthy approach, but noooo, instead they had to waltz right on in.

And that was the party. The five of them walked through Mareridt castle, seeing...nothing. No guards, no servants. Not a single person was there. The castle was entirely empty. Eerie.

The group soon made it to the throne room, and there he was. The king. The one who was to blame for all of the troubles across the land. The one who had sent his closest guards to stop them on their journey. The one at the head of it all.

King Nightmare. Ruler of the Mareridt castle.

Nightmare was lounging against his throne, made of a dark marble. His legs spread wide and the side of his face resting against his knuckles.

Power radiated from him, his teal eyes looking down at the group. He's a drow with hard skin and long, jet black hair. And, by the gods, was he gorgeous.

He pushed himself up from the throne, hips swaying as he took a few steps forward. His cape billowed behind him, his heels clicking against the stairs as he approached. His lips twisted into a cruel, saccharine smile; eyes looking down at the party like a wolf looks at a deer.

Then, he-

"I flirt with him."

Wait, what?

Nikora looked over the DM screen at the group of his boys at his table in utter shock. He had been in the zone, setting up his friends for the final battle against the BBEG of the campaign.

"Come again?"

"I flirt. With him." Briar, sitting on Nikora's left, leaned in closer and tapped his pointer finger on the table as he spoke.

Laughter erupted from across the table as Nikora continued to stare in disbelief.

"You know, I had expected this behavior from our resident bard," Nikora said, gesturing at Isodoro who only grinned at him. "Or, fuck, even Don would pull this shit!"

A glance was enough to send him into a fit of laughter. Emmanuel face palmed, being squished in between the cackling Donovan and Isodoro. Cain put a hand to his mouth, trying to suppress his laughter.

"But you, Briar?" Nikora said, "You? It's an unwanted surprise."

"Can I flirt with him?"

In all four years of playing dnd and being dungeon master, Nikora should've expected this. Flirting with the BBEG or powerful creatures wasn't unheard of, but from Briar? Sweet, kind, not-openly-horny, Briar?

Even now, his blue eyes were full of adoration and excitement. This wasn't out of malice, just a genuine want to flirt with Nightmare.

"...Fffffffine." Nikora hissed out, gritting his teeth together. He couldn't say no to Briar's cute face.

"Roll," Nikora glanced at his screen, "Charisma."

For a moment, he was going to make it at disadvantage, but decided against it. Briar's half-orc would need all the help he could get, considering Blue got a minus one on every charisma check. Besides, Nightmare didn't hate the party, at least not Blue.

Briar took in a deep breath, grabbing his d20, slowly rolling it in his palm. The table held its breath, if this was successful, it'd be one of the funniest things to happen during the campaign, plus they'd get a powerful warlock as an ally.

"Wait, B, don't roll yet." Isodoro held up his hand and glanced at Nikora. "I want to cast bardic inspiration first."

"Go ahead."

"Oh! Can I cast guidance on myself?"

"No."

"Aw man."

"But first, Iso, how does Ink cast bardic inspiration in this moment?"

There's a pause as Isodoro thinks for a moment, snapping his fingers and leaning against the table.

"Well, Ink's probably been playing tunes this whole time, it's who they are. They...probably paused for a second when the party saw Nightmare. But when Blue goes to approach Nightmare, they'll play a short measure or two of Blue's favorite song."

"Perfect. Briar, add a d6 to your roll."

With a nod, Briar scanned the dice by his character sheet before grabbing his d6. Once more, he inhaled deeply, and begun to shake the two dice in his hand. After a moment, he tossed the dice down on the small dice mat in front of him.

The dice clicked together as they landed before separating. All five boys were on the edge of their seats: Cain leaned into Briar's side, the other three leaning across the table to see what the dice said.

Nikora could only hope it wasn't a natural 20.

"That's a..." Brair paused, scanning the dice, "17 on the d20, aaaand a 5 on the d6!"

"So a twenty two." Nikora hummed. He glanced down at his board with Nightmare's information on it. "Go ahead."

"What? Did I pass the DC?"

"I haven't decided yet. I want you to tell me how Blue flirts with him. Words and everything."

The look on Briar's face told Nikora that he wasn't expecting to have to actually flirt.

"I make Don actually flirt with every NPC he wants to flirt with too. It's only fair."

"No no, I know! I'm thinking, give me a second."

"Sure."

And a second was all he really needed. Briar took a deep breath and sat his hands on the table.

"Nightmare's throne has steps up to it right? Is he a few steps up still?"

"Uhh," Nikora paused, looking up at his board to check the interior map of the throne room, "yeah."

"Okay so, Blue is going to sheath the Deathshaper onto his back, and he's going to approach Nightmare." Briar said as he pushed the half-orc figurine closer to the drow figure.

"Blue doesn't move his eyes from Nightmare, completely and utterly enamored by him. He's wide-eyed, in awe. He's never seen someone radiating with such...power and control.

"He fidgets with his breastplate before taking another step forward, until they're about...a foot apart."

Nikora made a mental note of that, they were a third of a meter way from each other.

"Quickly, Blue grasps Nightmare's hands with his own, holding them to his chest. He inhales sharply, before speaking. He looks up into Nightmare's eyes with the most earnest, genuine expression he could possibly have."

It took Briar a moment to get into his 'Blue voice,' but he got there eventually.

"You're beautiful."

So Nikora would have to roll first, an insight check, and then an intelligence saving throw. He preferred to use the dice when it came to this sort of thing. Sure, he knew how his characters and creations would respond in theory, but he liked to keep himself on his toes.

In a different campaign hosted by Emmanuel, Nightmare played a drow woman (what? He loved drow!) who ended up falling head over heels for a Lich Queen by using that strategy.

But that was another story for another time.

The insight check would be used to see how exactly Nightmare would view this flirting. Rolling low would be best here, as rolling high would show Nightmare that Blue was, in fact, being genuine.

Behind the board, Nikora's dice clattered, and Briar held his breath. When the DM rolls without a saying a word, it causes panic throughout the table.

And that's an eighteen.

Plus two for Nightmare's wisdom stat and...

Great.

Nikora didn't really have a DC set in his mind, but an eighteen was high enough to let Nightmare know that Blue wasn't lying. Twenty was more than enough.

Now, for the intelligence throw...

Before the campaign even started, Nightmare's stats had been predetermined. Since he was the big bad end character, Nikora could really do whatever he wanted with his stats and be okay.

Every stat was at a sixteen, meaning Nightmare would get a plus three on each dice roll. With the exception of wisdom and constitution, which were both at fourteen, which gave a plus two instead.

Once more Nikora wasn't sure how high he needed to roll here, but he was willing to roll and see what would happen.

The d20 clattered against the table and Nikora slammed his head in his hands.

That was a three.

Plus the three for intelligence made the saving throw a six.

Lady Luck was not on his side today.

A six wasn't high enough to do much of anything. Like, ever.

"So."

"...So?"

What was he supposed to do now?

The big bad he's spent so much time setting up just fell for a half-orc!

"Nightmare..." Nikora took in a deep breath. He'll roll with it. It's what he always did. There was that backup plan just in case something happened...

"Nightmare's eyes widen slightly, his gaze quickly scanning up and down Blue's body, borderline undressing him with his gaze. His lips pulling back into a smirk, his fangs peeking through.

"After freeing his hands from Blue's grasp, he holds Blue's chin gently, making him look downward. His thumb runs over Blue's lip, a satisfactory hum coming from him.

"'You're awfully handsome, you know.' Nightmare says, 'Stay right here for me, hm? Give me a moment to wipe your friends off of the face of Toril, and then I'll see what I'll do with you.'"

"Jesus," Briar nearly choked on the air he was breathing, his cheeks completely flushed.

"Can I have Dream throw a knife at Nightmare while he's distracted?"

"WHAT?! Donovan if you kill my drow husband I swear to god-!"

Nikora put a finger against Briar's lips before nodding.

"Roll a stealth check first."

Donovan's d20 rolled against the table and, upon seeing the number given, the table burst into a collection of laughter.

"That's," Donovan held his head in his hands, "That's a natural one..."

"Haha!" Nikora clasped his hands together, cackling evilly behind the board. "So, Dream attempts to throw a dagger at Nightmare, but she ends up stumbling, an action that echoes throughout the throne room. The knife only grazes Nightmare's coat, slamming into the bottom of the stone throne."

"Oh thank god."

"Shi- Wait, wh- Briar! Whose side are you on?!"

Briar playfully stuck his tongue out at Donovan, who flipped him off with similar lightheartedness.

"Nightmare turns around," Nikora said, clearing his throat to get the table's attention. "A flash of anger goes through his teal eyes, a cruel smirk growing upon his face as he takes a step forward toward the rest of the party."

"Damnit Don!" Cain slammed his hands into his face, "If we have to fight this guy, we're fucking dead."

"Ohh, fuck you asshole, I didn't see Cross try anything!"

"That's because Cross knows how powerful Nightmare is! We're in deep shit!"

"He hasn't attacked yet though guys." Isodoro cut in, stopping the two before it turned into a full-fledged argument, "I roll advantage on persuasion checks thanks to my flute. If it comes down to it, I could try to talk him out of it?"

Cain sat back in his seat, nodding, dropping it. Donovan did the same, brown eyes glancing back at Nikora.

"...Can I continue dungeon master-ing please?"

"Yeah, sorry."

"It's chill." Nikora shifted in his seat, closing his eyes for a moment, getting into character.

"'Well well well,' Nightmare says, eyeing up each party member before landing into Cross. 'Looks like my little hellion has come home. We both knew you'd be crawling back before long. The world doesn't tolerate monsters like you, Cross.'"

Nikora takes a breath. The party is engaged, he has his notes and character motivations all planned out. He's ready. They're all ready.

Cross stiffened at the words, his body tending. The horrors he committed under Nightmare's rule...unforgivable.

But someone did forgive him. Error, despite her distaste for touch, took a step towards Cross, squeezing his hand.

"You're a fool if you think your little friends will end me. They'll die, and it will be your fault, Cross." Nightmare's piercing eyes bore through the party. "Like lambs to the slaughter."

Panic surged through Blue as he watched Nightmare slowly approach his friends like a panther, stalking, ready to pounce. He stepped forward, attempting to stop the warlock.

With a flick of Nightmare's wrist, a blast of eldritch magic shooting out at Blue. It knocked him back into the throne, taking the wind out of him. It was, in Nightmare's own way, keeping him away from the danger, even if it hurt.

"Wait, wait." Ink stepped forward, hands sweating and eyes flitting around. Gods, they hated this. They had so many plan ideas, so many unused schemes because the group had decided to rush in! They could make this work though. They had no choice. "I think you're confused. Uh. Sire."

"Am I?" A scoff left Nightmare as he shook his head. "Bold words from a changeling."

"Rest assured, your highness, I know who I am." Ink flipped their platinum blonde hair to the side, pure white eyes boring into Nightmare's face. "And I know what I'm here to do, and that is, in fact, not to kill you."

Nightmare raised an eyebrow, stopping on the steps to his throne.

"The...The magic cursing my village," Error stepped forward, dropping Cross' hand, much to his dismay. She glanced towards Ink, who only nodded in encouragement. "It's yours. Or, more accurately, your patron's. If you could just undo the shit that you did, we'll get out of your hair, and we'll stop beating your men half to death."

"A magic user like yourself should know a warlock's curse is not so easily broken. For it's not a curse of my making."

"Then," Blue sputtered as he stood up, holding onto his side from the eldritch blast strike. "Then take us to your patron! To the Underdark, the Shadowfell, wherever it resides. Don't...Don't make us fight you. Please."

To Blue, he was too beautiful to die.

"Awh." Nightmare cooed, running the back of his fingers across Blue's jaw. "You're adorable. But, I don't think that's your decision."

Cross and Nightmare locked eyes, "It should be his. Make your choice, my hellion. Fight me, or die by my patron."

Silence echoed in the room, Cross' heart slamming in his chest.

"...I don't want to fight you, either." He mumbled, "I want to, um, work with you. Again."

There was a pause. The gears in Nightmare's mind turned, debating if he should even humor the party. Was it even worth it letting them take the issue to his patron? Ohhh, she wouldn't be happy with that.

...That's exactly what Nightmare's been wanting, though. To finally get back at that she-devil was something that kept him up at night. Fantasizing about finally taking over and having power to himself.

"Deal."

A sigh of relief went through the party, Dream sheathing her weapons, but still eyeing Nightmare with suspicion. She didn't trust him, even if Blue did.

"Yes!" Blue cheered softly, grasping Nightmare's hand and bringing it up to his chest. "We have experience dealing with nasty patrons; wherever she is, we'll find here."

"There won't be any searching necessary, my dear. For she is right here in this castle." A slow cackle left Nightmare. "My patron...is my little sister."

"NIIIKORRRAAAAA!!"

Oh for the love of-!

"Whaaaaaaat?!" Nikora pushed his chair away from the table as he glanced up at the basement staircase. Standing at the top was his older sister, Mona, arms cross and hip popped to the side. That wench.

"Parents are here to pick your friends nerd. Times up."

Nikora glanced at the clock on the wall before realizing the three hours had already passed.

"Jeez. Okay, uh, same time next week?"

"Sounds good." Donovan nodded as the other started packing up their stuff, chatting about various events in the campaign. Mona disappeared from the staircase, avoiding the traffic that was teenage boys.

"...Nikora?"

"Huh-? Oh, hey." Nikora turned to the side. Briar had stayed behind. He hasn't even noticed. "What's up?"

Briar fidgeted with his messenger bag, not meeting Nikora's gaze. "I was just wondering if you needed help, um, cleaning up?"

"Nah, I've got it. Thanks though." He closed the dm screen, placing it face-down on the table. "C'mon."

"Okay!"

The two walked up the stairs, following closely behind the others. Nikora leaned against the column on the porch, waving goodbye to each of his friends as their parents cars' pulled into the street.

Per usual, Donovan's stepmom was first to come, the black sports car not even bothering to pull into the driveway.

Isodoro went home with Cain and his dad, and Emmanuel's sister was soon to follow.

"And then there was one."

The playfulness of the comment was soon lost, the silence filling the air as Briar and Nikora waited. After who knows how long, the two sat on the stairs of the front porch, Briair's bag leaning against the wall.

"...You don't think your brother forgot again, do you?"

"I don't know." Briar mumbled, putting his face into his knees. "I told him. I even put it on the calendar and the fridge! He shouldn't've forgotten..."

"Well...if he doesn't show, you could always stay overnight if you want."

Briar's eyes lit up, "Really??"

"Well, sure, yeah. It's not a school day tomorrow and if we're quiet, Mona won't care."

"I would love that, i-if you'd let me."

"You're my friend, of course I would." Nikora gently smacked Briar on his shoulder.

At that moment, the rickety orange truck pulled up to Nikora's house. Briar's brother was smoking a cigarette as he parked along the road. He waved, smiling slightly.

"Aw. I kinda wish he forgot about me now."

"Don't say that, oh my god. We can hang out another time."

"Yeah..." Briar stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. He turned towards Nikora, smiling. "Thanks for indulging me today. You didn't have to but...you did. And I appreciate that."

Nikora shrugged, "It's no big deal. You have good taste, drow are always hot, so-"

And he's cut off. Briar's lips, surprisingly soft, connect with his cheek. For a split second, he thought it was some sort of Spaniard custom he was unfamiliar with, before realizing that it was something else completely.

Flushed cheeks. Aloof expression. Averted eyes.

"Bye!"

Before Nikora could say anything, Briar rushed off, getting into his brother's truck before they drive away. He doesn't move, watching as the truck drives off. He slowly put his hand against his cheek, his own cheeks beginning to blush.

Briar kissed him.

On the cheek, sure, but it was still a kiss!

Did Briar like him? Like, like-like him?

Nikora put a hand to his chest, his heart thumping vigorously in his chest.

Did he like-like Briar???

Had he fallen for his seduction as Nightmare had?

With a sigh, he leaned against the column on the porch. That wouldn't be too bad.

"Get back in her before you catch a cold, gay boy."

"Mona!"

[bakvrue]

Feeling especially soft about leo before bed...... I wanna run into his arms after months of being apart and feel like I'm home again. I want to call his name and ask him the same question in the same tone that I've asked since we were kids. "Leo, do you like me?" And his response is a confident devilish smile, "You caught me." But now it hits different. Now we've been apart for so long. Now we're both stronger, we've been attacked, we've survived, we've fought and fought and fought. But now we're here. Bleeding and battered on this war field, clinging onto each other. New promises whispered into the night air to carry us home, even when home is right in front of our eyes.

[a-v-j]

Thank god Nightmare didn’t want to marry Anti, we’ve seen how kings treat their partners in your worlds 😂

☝️ ah-

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[oscurascout]

Bad Sanses Adventures

Baking Time!! Part 3 (Part 1, Part 2, Part 4)

Masterlist

Cross went to the cinnamon rolls page after getting the baking book from Lust. He was very excited to make this dessert, while Lust was just perplexed. He didn’t know what to think; he had never actually baked with someone else before. Although he knew how to bake, it had been a long time since he last did.

Cross – “Okay, do you have all the ingredients?”

Lust – “I, um, I'm not sure. Let me check *looks through the kitchen and finds all the ingredients* Yes, fortunately, I do!”

Cross – *happy* “Alright, let’s start!”

Chara – “Make sure to do it well; we must put all our love into these!”

Cross – *looks at Chara* “We?”

Chara – *shrugs* “Hey, I'm providing emotional support”

Lust looked at Cross, a little confused, but he shook his head, and they both got to work, with Cross following Lust's instructions since he knew more.

Lust – *kneading the dough* “So, why are you doing this?”

Cross – *doing the same* “Well, the others and I decided to bake for each other, and I got Horror. Since he has a sweet personality, I immediately thought of cinnamon rolls.”

Chara – *wondering* “Wouldn’t that be cannibalism?”

Lust – *surprised, steps back* “Wait, you’re part of the Bad Sanses?!”

Cross – “Um, yes. But like I said, today we aren't destroying anything; we’re just baking.”

Lust – *confused and a little scared* “And you said this was for that big, scary skeleton? I heard stories of how-” *interrupted by a loud bang*

Chara – “Oh, oh.”

Cross – *his fist on the counter, looks at him, angry* “This is my only warning: don’t talk bad about Horror. He may seem scary, but he has a kind and sweet soul. I don’t want you to judge him or say anything negative about him, just like I didn’t judge you when you were acting like a… *sighs, calming down* like a flirt. So I ask that you do the same.”

Lust stayed quiet. He hadn't realized that maybe those “monster” could be actually nice. He looked at Cross and smiled.

Lust – “Sorry, you’re right. I acted like a jerk. Um, can you, .. can you tell me more about your friends?”

Cross – *smiles* “Yeah, I have tons of stories. You see, a week ago, Dust—” *he continues talking.*

Cross spent the time telling Lust about their shenanigans.

Killer used Stretch's folded arms as a stand to read the baking book. He had found the perfect recipe.

Killer – “Alright, so we are making a carrot cake.”

Killer quickly got to work, searching through the kitchen for the ingredients. Meanwhile, Stretch was curious, did Killer really want to bake and not cause any trouble?

Stretch yawned and looked up at the excited Killer, who now had all the ingredients on the counter. Stretch grabbed the book and started to read the instructions. They both got to work; Killer made some changes, but Stretch made sure to quickly fixed them.

Stretch – “So, what kind of poison are you going to put in the cake?”

Killer – *whisking* “Love!!~~🎶🎶”

Stretch – *chuckles* “For whom is it?”

Killer – “The most difficult one, Dust.”

Stretch – *raises an eyebrow* “He likes carrot cake?”

Killer – “Nope, he hates it. It's too sweet for him, but that's why I added less sugar and changed a few things.”

Stretch – *about to eat some of the mixture* “Wait, that's what you were doing? Oops.”

Killer – “Why 'oops'?”

Stretch – “Well, I saw you making the changes, but I thought you didn't know, so I added the rest of the necessary ingredients.”

Killer – *looks at him expressionlessly* “... *smiles* Ha ha, alright, thanks for having my back. But now we’ll have to make another batch. *looks at the counter* Good thing we still have enough ingredients.”

Stretch – “For a moment, I thought you were going to kill me.”

Killer – *making another batch* “Ha ha, what do you think I am? A killer? … Don’t answer that.”

Stretch – “I never imagined Nightmare would let any of you do activities like this.”

Killer – “Oh, he lets us do more than just this. I know his reputation is bad and all, but all he wants is peace and balance.”

Stretch – “Mmm … can you tell me more stories about your little activities?”

Killer – “Sure! You see, barely yesterday, Cross and I—” *continues talking.*

Stretch listened to Killer's stories about the shenanigans he and Cross had gotten into, reminiscing about the times he and his brother had done similar activities, though that had been a long time ago. Both continued to make the cakes.

Reaper watched as Nightmare grabbed all the ingredients while reading the book.

Reaper – “So whose idea was this?”

Nightmare – *measuring the ingredients* “Error's.”

Reaper – “Wow, I didn't take him for the baking type … How have you been?”

Nightmare – “I'm alright. It doesn't hurt anymore.”

Reaper - “What about him? Is he ok?“

Nightmare - “Yeah, … he left a long time ago, ... he is finally at peace”

Reaper - “… That's good, he deserves to finally rest”

Both stayed quiet, Nightmare continued adding the chocolate chips to the batter.

Reaper – *sees the large amount of chocolate chips* “Woah, who is this for?”

Nightmare – “It's for Cross. He likes chocolaty things, and he usually complains that cookies don't have enough chocolate chips, so I'll make sure these have plenty.”

Reaper – *taking the bag away* “Yeah, and that amount is enough!”

Nightmare chuckled as Reaper hid the bag.

Nightmare – “Alright, can you pass me the eggs?”

Reaper – *giving him the eggs* “Have you … have you talked to Dream?”

Nightmare – “No, I've been thinking about it, but I don't know what to do.”

Reaper – “Yeah, but I think you do need to put some sense into them.”

Nightmare – “Why?”

Reaper – “They asked me to stop doing my job.”

Nightmare – “What!? That's dumb. They should at least know that life and death need to be in harmony.”

Reaper – *shrugs and continues making the cookies* “I don't know what they were thinking. Though they stopped when Life (Deathtale Toriel) told them that my job was necessary.”

Nightmare let out a groan of frustration but then relaxed.

Nightmare – “Forget it. Let them do whatever they want. I only have one job, and that is to keep the negative feelings alive through the AUs, not to babysit them.”

Reaper – *smiles* “Alright. *sees the huge chunk of mixture* What is that!?”

Nightmare – *looks at him, confused* “The cookie.”

Reaper – “Nooo, a cookie is like this.” *shows his little cookie ball.*

Nightmare – “No, that won't do. This is for Cross, and he likes very chocolaty and big cookies.”

Reaper – “You are going to give him a stomachache.”

Nightmare – *chuckles and smiles* “That's the whole point.”

Reaper looked at him in shock, while Nightmare could only imagine the happy face of Cross.

Shatter got all of the ingredients ready while Dust measured everything.

Shatter – “Alright, so what type of cheesecake, cold or hot?”

Dust – “What? There are two types?”

Shatter – “Yes, one is placed in the cooler, and after some time, it's ready. The other is baked in the oven, then cooled, and then it’s ready.”

Dust – “Well, umm, maybe we could do the cold one.”

Papyrus – “Brother, I think it would be better to do both. That way, he gets one, and you get the other!”

Dust – “Right, thanks, bro. *looks at Shatter* How about we make both?”

Shatter – “Alright, well, we first need to make the pie base with crackers.”

Both started baking. Shatter showed Dust how to do everything while Papyrus looked around.

Papyrus – *coming back to the kitchen* “I haven't seen the others.”

Dust – “You are right. I only saw the one that was here before, but I haven't seen him since. *looks at Shatter* Where are the others?”

Shatter – *sighs, a little sad* “Don't know. Don't care.”

Dust – “Woah, what happened?”

Shatter – “We had a… small argument, and well, we haven't talked in a while.”

Dust – “Mmm, I get it.”

Shatter – *raises an eyebrow* “Have you ever fought with the others?”

Dust – “Half the time, but we reconcile quickly.”

Shatter – “How?”

Dust – “Well, I don't know. I guess we are just really close, so after cooling down, we talk with each other again.”

Papyrus – “Tell him to invite them to eat the pie!”

Dust – “After we’re done, you could give them some of the pie.”

Shatter stayed quiet for a bit and then nodded, a smile on his face. Both continued working in comfortable silence.

Dream was able to convince Toriel, and now both he and Horror were getting the ingredients ready. It was more of Horror doing everything, while Dream provided emotional support.

Dream – *looking at him work* “I thought you said that the whole reason everyone got partners was because you guys didn't know how to bake?”

Horror – *whisking* “Hmm? Oh no, .. I do know how, but they said we .. had to do it with a partner.”

Dream – “Oh, … I want to ask something.”

Horror – “What’s, wrong?”

Dream – “Well, I can tell that you are kind, but why do you and the others destroy the AUs?”

Horror – *stops for a bit and looks at Dream* “What Nightmare, .. told us was that it, was to keep, .. the balance.”

Dream – *confused* “Keep the balance?”

Horror – “Yes. You see, .. to maintain a good balance, between the AUs, there needs to be both negative, .. and positive feelings. We cause despair, .. you guys cause hope, and that keeps, the balance.”

Dream – *looks down, a bit shaken* “I—... don't … I—... Night … *whispers* sorry” *starts crying*

Horror looked at Dream in surprise; he hadn't expected him to cry. Horror stopped what he was doing and went to hug Dream. Dream hugged Horror back, unable to believe that his brother was holding such a responsibility. He had thought that everything was because of the corrupt apples. He felt ashamed of himself. He had heard and seen monsters and humans talk bad and even curse his brother, yet he hadn't done anything, thinking that his brother deserve it. But now he understood—Nightmare just wanted to protect the universe in his own way.

After a while, Dream calmed down and let Horror continue baking.

Dream – “What are you making?”

Horror – “Apple, cinnamon, muffins.”

Dream – *stops and looks at him, surprised* “Is it for my brother?”

Horror – “Yeah, this is one, .. if not the only dessert he, eats and enjoys.”

Dream smiled. Truth be told, before everything happened, before they got separated, Dream used to bake apple cinnamon muffins for Nightmare on special occasions, and Nightmare always enjoyed them, giving Dream a big smile. Dream was glad that his brother still liked the dessert he had personalized for him. Dream saw Horror starting to put the mixture into the tray.

Dream – *smiles and gets close* “I recommend putting some pieces of sour apple in the batter.”

Horror – “Hmmm? .. Why?”

Dream – *cutting some Granny Smith Apples* “He liked the chunks of sour apple in the muffins.”

Horror smiled and nodded as they both continued baking.

Ccino and Error got everything ready; Error had wanted to bake some fudgy brownies.

Ccino – *measuring the ingredients* “Alright, well, to make this is quite simple, so don't worry, we will be done very soon.”

Error – “Ît døësn’t mâtter; wë dØn’t hâve â tîmër.”

Ccino – “Oh good, then we can make it even more perfect!”

Both got to work while Ccino told Error some stories that had happened in the café, and Error shared some of the shenanigans the others would get up to.

Ccino – *stirring* “Oh, I forgot to ask, for whom are these?”

Error – “Før Kîllër. Î sâw hîm wâtchîng sømë vîdëøs øn h0w tø mākë brøwnîës, and I could see drool falling from his mouth”

Ccino – *smiles* “So that's why you chose this activity.”

Error – *shrugs, smiling* “MâYbë.”

Ccino – *looks down* “I'm glad all of you are happy together.”

Error – “Yëah, ât fîrst ît fëlt wëîrd, bût n0w ît fëels lîkë ân ëvërydâÿ thîng … h0w dîd yøu mëët Nîght?”

Ccino – “Well, it's a bit of a long story, but to make it short, he came into the café one day. He looked very tired, so I treated him like any other customer. Though I’m not going to lie, he did scare me a bit. But as I got to know him more, I discovered that he was a gentle skeleton, one who worried about everyone even if he didn't show it. That's when I decided to be his friend, and well, the rest is history.”

Error smiled; he knew what Ccino meant. The first time he had met Night, Error had immediately attacked him. Yet, even after taking a few hits, Night didn't fight back and instead helped him relax. That allowed Night to convince him to join and be part of the family.

Ccino – “I know what a huge burden he must carry, so I was planning on throwing a mini party for him to appreciate everything he’s done, oh but not only him if not for all of you too.”

Error – “Whÿ üş?”

Ccino – *smiles* “Nightmare is not the only one with a burden; all of you share it. Like you— you have to destroy a lot of AUs that Ink creates. It's not because you are evil, but because you don't want anything to happen to the universe.”

Error blushed, embarrassed. He didn't think anyone noticed his efforts or how he protected the universe. He knew Ink would forget that there needed to be a balance, so he had decided to take the responsibility of destroying some of the AUs to maintain that balance, he had decided to act the role of the villain.

Error – *blushing* “Thânks, bût thëre îs nø nëed.”

Ccino – “Well, I think it's important to recognize your achievements.”

Error – *whispers* “Thânks.”

Error turned around, still embarrassed, while Ccino smiled and poured the batter into the tray.

Everyone finally finished, and they returned home, but not before thanking their helpers and leaving half of what they baked for them.

[fallenstarsgc]

Hihi!! This is a blog dedicated to (mostly) the Fallen Stars, 2019-2021 Version!

This is kinda like an FAQ thing, tho I take it more as "For (almost) All Questions" than "Frequently..."

Asks are open!

Warnings are at the bottom of the post, before the "About the Admin", sorry!

I use mostly what I have from the Gacha community from back then as inspiration/goals for them/etc, tho they have a bit more character than just "emo uwu baby" or the like! I still place a lot of their characters into the old tropes.

This also means they don't follow the truly canon characters! A lot of it is made up and fanonised!

Another factor into this is that I also cannot find a lot of canon information to ALL these characters in the time span that I'd still be motivated to even do this, as it takes a lot of time. So it's headcanons and fanon mixed!

There are two Chara's and Frisk's in this team, one pair are adults and dating Sans (19 y/os) + she/her pronouns, the other pair is small Frisk and Ghost!Chara who both use they/them! Also I mix a lot of the ideas people have/had for both Star Sanses and Fallen Stars, this meaning the team'll end up pretty big!

This is like found family trope but instead of them just having a "family type" they're also dating kinda! Like a really big poly but unknowingly from some sides! They're confused but they got the spirit!

Small Character introductions here!

Shattered/Dream; a kind-hearted spirit and prior Positive Guardian that has fallen due to his brothers hatred towards him, and several other factors. No one besides the team knows he is corrupted. (he/him)

Ink; after his friends' disappearance and other friends' crash in the antivoid, his vials had been taken away. Occasionally at Error's for fights or "fights" still (he/they)

Blueberror; prior Swap, after being (more or less) forced to stay in the antivoid for just too long he has glitched out and became this version. Mocks Error often and has taken on a slight parental role, just more strict and rude. (he/him)

Unlust/Cher; used to be Lust, but after Events in his au and with Red, an underfell sans, she stepped up for themself and went with Yanberry into the Fallen Stars. His LV has changed her body drastically. She's also the tallest. (any pronouns)

Yanberry; named Blueberry prior to seeing his brother killed in front of her by his Chara. After the reset, he had somehow kept his memory, making him go mad and kill almost everyone in her AU. Shattered had found him and brought him into the Team while he was stalking Dust. (he/him w occasional she/her)

Frisk; since she is now an adult, she is casually dating Sans and Chara. Often goes onto "missions" with the team. She's more or less of a hypocrite and a bit mean, tho she tries to be nice still. Will attack you if you try and hurt Sans. (she/her)

Chara; since she is now an adult, she also started casually dating Sans and Frisk. She feels bad for what happened, and the yellow flowers blooming on her head are a constant reminder of her wrong-doings. (she/her)

Little Frisk/Fry; they're a little sweetheart! But they're also dangerous. Don't step on the bugs they'll kill you for harming their friends :( (they/them)

Ghost!Chara/Charm; they're nice, but also like your intrusive thoughts. And they don't leave Fry alone ever. Also their crush is chocolate fyi (they/them)

Cor!Classic; not a lot is known about him. all we know is he's LV20 and dangerous. (he/him)

Honorable Character mentions:

Sci (neutral ground), Outer (occasionally drops by), Core (had no true choice), Ghost!Dream (from another dimension)

The Bad-Now-Good Guys:

Nightmare; Usually really mean and rude, but is also the only one allowed to hurt Dream. Could possibly corrupt back but doesn't due to fear, most likely.

Killer; more of a malevolent person to the Stars. Knows Cross's dirty little secret but keeps shut about it so he stays still about his own. Nightmare's right hand

Horror; Usually stays at Farm's place, but is also still more than not in the castle, usually by Murder's side. Keeps out of missions a lot but is pretty brutal when it comes to it.

Dust; A somewhat nicer version of Murder. Unaware of Yanberry's stalking&yandere behaviour towards him.

Murder; Stays with Horror a lot. His face is just gone and it unnerves Yan. Just as brutal as Horror and Killer, with LV20.

Cross; Stayed by Nightmare due to not wanting to come over as a traitor. However he is a traitor by simply dating/loving Dream. Keeps undercover.

Honorable Character mentions:

Error (doesn't care a lot), Farm (kind, neutral side character), Color (tries salvaging Killer, it doesn't work)

Please stay kind for all of this! I'm still learning how to do blogs such as these.

I might end up drawing human version instead of skeletons, and this doesn't really have a lot of big meaning, I just felt like drawing humans that day XD

Dust and Murder are two seperate Dust's/Murder's to me. This is why Yanberry can stalk Dust while Murder will be left untouched by this.

This account will mostly run off asks, so sending them in, no matter what they may be, is appreciated!

Also if there's text instead of a drawing to an ask, then that day I wanted to reply but could not find the energy to draw one! It's not because I favour anyone, I just have changing energy/motivation.

Updates can vary, due to me not having my computer and tablet with me 24/7

Possible triggers/warnings/might mention: self-harm/sh, past abuse, yandere behaviour, genocide routes (UT-way), death

(more to be added)

About the Admin!

↳ Orange ; they/them ; main - @orange-dreamzer

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(always updating) Videos from that time range:

How Bad Sanses found out... - Link

Bad Guys react + Passive... - Link

Bad Sans Meet... - Link

Bad Sans react... - Link

Fallen Stars meet Bad Sans - Link

Singing Battle(s) - Links one ,

Other memes: Lambada , Stars+Fallen , Angry Too ,

[mysteriousmayden]

I am SO FRUSTRATED WITH THIS PICE!!!!! It’s not done I’m just done with it, I am so done with this, I am so mad on how bad I am at plant and I hate the fact that I will have to do some studies on plants! BECAUSE I SUK AT ITTTT!!! And backgrounds too but we’re not talking about that!

I know someone is gunna read this a be like “oh no it’s sooooo good I can’t even draw a stickman amhhgffchgvgfdgfc” I thank you for your encouragement but, please, let me bully myself a little this is how I make myself get better. But if you know/recommend artist that are AMAZING at backgrounds (not necessarily realistic) I would gladly appreciate that 🫰0w0

Original Error belongs to Crayon Queen

Young Fallen Fantasy Error belongs to me

[drk-mnd-fds]

I decided to make a mini comic, now I will publish 1-2 pages and later I will publish the last page.

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Fallen!DreamSwap belong to me

Original DreamSwap belong to onebizarrekai