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teruthecreator · 3 years ago

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You got me curious about the Berdly family post 👀

alright i've been putting off this post long enough. thank you anon for the bait, i will now be taking it since my dumbass body hates sleeping so damn much.

without further ado, my Berdly Family Headcanons

(chucking this under a readmore bc it's gonna get LONG)

starting off, i don't have a last name in mind. giving characters first names is already enough of a challenge, so the expectation that i would have a family name is beyond my paygrade (note: toby fox is not paying me). but i think with the last name conventions we've seen from the deltarune cast (dreemurr, holiday) it's probably something bird-related??? i honestly can't think of anything so i'm skipping right past it and onto the actual people

starting off with peter, berdly's father! yes, he has a normal name. he's allowed. (but also because i tried to keep the names within the realm of birds that are blue, and my dad used to have a blue parakeet named petey and i've always thought that was a rlly good bird name. so now berdly's dad gets it).

peter works in marketing for a reputable pharmaceutical company and has been for Years. in the early years of his marriage to berdly's mother (who will be named in a moment), he tried to keep his traveling to a minimum (traveling is a BIG part of that line of work) so he could be with her as they built their family. but as time went on, kids were born, and bills piled up; peter eventually had to sacrifice being an incredibly-present father to climb up the corporate ladder in order to make ends meet. he's become quite successful over the years!! but this has come at a cost of him not being the most in-tune with his children, which will show more as i explain. he's very Goal-Oriented and, because his goals are all so high, he has a tendency to pass that high demand onto his children. in his eyes, you go into Two Fields: Science or Business. this means that he has a very low tolerance for "frivolous pursuits" such as the arts, english, or the humanities. he used to be Very on top of his children about this, teaching them about how they can succeed through these avenues and these avenues Only. again, since he's so goal and business oriented, his idea of "success" means "wealthy".

berdly's mother is quite the opposite. or, was lmao. sorry to spoil my own post. ANYWAYS her name is jayne and she's a lot softer, in comparison to her more hard-headed husband.

jayne is a stay-at-home mother and a poet. she made sure to fill the bookshelves with alllllllll the classics, and she began reading to her children as infants. because of this, they were raised with a love for reading (especially berdly, who i've explained in another post is a Big writing nerd) as well as a deep love for jayne. when gerson boom was alive, the two would talk literature after church and gerson would even collaborate with jayne in some of his novels! jayne is published herself, but her works are all on a lot smaller of a scale. she didn't achieve the kind of fame and notoriety gerson did, but she was never really looking for that anyway. to her, a good day was spending as much time with her children as possible, then winding down with her beloved in bed as she wrote whatever ideas came to mind before sleep. she often pushed back against her husband's harsh dictations on what success means (and, really, how could he have such thoughts when his own wife is an artist? the answer is: his ruling on that wasn't always So strict) and encouraged her children to express themselves as they saw fit. as long as it made them happy, then it was fine. she was also close with toriel (i imagine her, toriel, asgore, rudy, and carol all went to college together and then followed each other back to hometown) and spent a lot of time socializing their kids together while they chatted over tea (this is the start of berdly's "rivalry" with kris). generally, jayne was well-loved by the community and by her own family, which made her the happiest woman in the world.

but before i finish her story, why don't i suddenly and randomly jump to berdly's older sister, who is Also named jayne (though she goes mostly by "jay" or "janey" Or "jj" if she likes you well enough).

(jayne is actually her middle name, but she goes by it for Reasons I Shall Get To)

jay is Much older than berdly. like, i'm imagining around 8 years older. so when berdly is 16 (which is the age i put him at in canon), she's 24. because of this, there relationship wasn't always the best... she just had a lot of trouble adapting to having a new person in the house, especially since she was the only child for so many years!! she's not as loud as berdly, but she isn't shy either. she just knows how to assert herself at a normal volume/intensity LMAO. she was never a Bad sister, she just kind of acted like a surrogate parent most of the time since her dad couldn't always be around. which, as a baby child myself, i Know caused some deep resentment to build up within berdly, which would bubble up when he got a bit older. but when he was Little he mostly just pouted and whined whenever jay would try to make him do his homework or eat his brussel sprouts.

in canon times, she is in grad school for biology (primarily microbiology). science just kind of was her Thing--regardless of her father's assertions--so it worked out that she went into the field that would get her the most praise from peter. she hasn't been back to hometown since she moved out for undergrad, though, so needless to say it's not like she's really looking for her father's approval. she's had several papers published on her findings with her fellow graduates, and she's on-track to end up with a research facility studying the microbiology of monsters and how "determination" affects their chemical makeups, in the hope that it creates better treatments for those who have fallen down. she's definitely softened over the years and deeply regrets leaving her little brother all alone, but she doesn't really see a point in reaching out. berdly has made it Very Clearly that he Doesn't like her, and as much as that pains her she doesn't want to give him anymore grief.

okay, Now i will talk about the mom stuff again

so this family could've been perfectly normal, right? perfectly healthy, perfectly happy, in a perfectly perfect world....

but then how would that explain berdly's current demeanor? and why he so desperately craves the approval of the adults around him? and why "being smart" is so damn important to his image?

well, jayne dies. that's how this perfect family (with some minor flaws) falls completely apart.

berdly is probably around 9 or 10 years old. he's decent friends with kris, but quickly becoming close friends with noelle (who lives a bit closer and also is coming over a lot because jay babysits them both when dess is busy during baseball season). jay is 17 or 18, about to graduate high school and start the rest of her life. peter is out on a business trip, where he's been for about two months.

jayne is watching her children from the back porch (berdly, noelle, and jay are playing cops and robbers--with jay as the cop and the other two as the robbers) when she suddenly collapses. jay notices immediately and rushes over to her mom, obviously concerned for her well-being. jayne is unconscious and doesn't look to be that responsive, so an ambulance is called and she's rushed to the local hospital. rudy holiday comes to pick up berdly and noelle to take them back to the holiday home, but berdly is too upset to be separated from his big sister so he ends up taking them all to the hospital. peter is contacted and immediately books a flight home for that day.

"i'll be there by midnight," he tells his oldest daughter. "just keep mom alive until then."

jayne dies within a few hours of her being admitted. peter's flight had just taken off. jay holds her brother in a kind of stupor, listening to him whimper and whine about why they won't let him see mommy.

it was so sudden, doctors barely had enough time to diagnose her with anything before she was gone. all they know is that it was a sudden illness, it could have been lying dormant in her for years but they'll never know for certain, and whatever symptoms it had were virtually untraceable to the average person.

peter comes home to his shell-shocked children and holds them tight, barely able to comprehend his own grief.

jayne's funeral is widely attended. pretty much all of hometown is packed into the church. jay holds her brother's hand while he cries uncontrollably for the entire ceremony--all the way up to them burying her ashes in the cemetery.

what follows after jayne's death is a bunch of messy arguments between jay and her father; born somewhat out of jay's distaste for her father's decision to return to work so quickly, but primarily out of the grief that is rapidly consuming her. she resents her father and accuses him of turning her into a surrogate mother so he wouldn't have to raise his own son, which sends peter into a rage and has him blurt out "well, you share her name for a reason!!!" which is the exact moment jay decides two things:

1. she is going to start going by her mother's name, to honor her memory and carry on her legacy of kindness

2. she is going to carry this legacy on her own, far away from her family

berdly is a mess for a while. he doesn't know why his sister and father are fighting, he's confused, he's sad, he misses his mommy, he misses her stories, he wants everything to be normal, he's just lost. doesn't help that dess disappears not too long after jayne dies (like a year or so, so jay is Already At College by this point), so his best friend is going through the same thing and is, therefore, unable to help. they both form this unbreakable bond mostly through being traumatized by early tragedy, which is why--even when berdly is a Dick--noelle could never truly hate him. they understand each other better than anyone in the whole wide world, and these moments are the basis to that friendship.

when jay moves out and stops returning peter's calls, berdly becomes the target of his father's expectations. not only is berdly expected to become a scientist or a business mogul, but he's also expected to be mature enough to watch over the house whenever peter leaves for work (he actually Does take another pretty lengthy break from his business trips, but he still has to drive an hour away to his office every day so berdly's alone a lot). berdly starts to become isolated and retreats into himself, growing quiet in class and almost fearful of meeting new people. this is probably when his insecurities are at their Highest and he feels the least self-worth.

then, there's the spelling bee, where berdly gains his new character trait: being smart

unfortunately, this meant he basically started following his father's ideologies to a t. he threw himself into his studies (as elementary as they were for a literal 12 year old) and tried to block out the part of himself that loved reading just for the joy of it. he put all of his favorite novels on the highest shelves in the house so he wouldn't be inclined to pick them up, replacing them with mathematics textbooks and encyclopedias. alongside this change, he also makes himself more independent, which gives his father the excuse to start going back on business trips. this isn't good because it isolates berdly once again, but this time he has a coping mechanism: video games

he inherited his sister's old ds when she moved out, but he didn't start doing a lot of Serious Gaming until the christmas he received his first playstation. from there, he became a gaming nerd and basically began to form into the berdly we know presently. are these coping methods healthy? certainly not! does he need therapy? definitely! but we're not even done making berdly's life worse because i haven't even brought up his STEPMOTHER yet!!!!

when berdly is 14, she meets ember, his father's new girlfriend. she's a flame elemental (like the flame people in undertale and deltarune) that peter met on a dating app. he's not particularly a big fan of her; in his opinion, his mother was is and will continue to be the best woman on earth. but his protests are ignored and, before berdly knows it, he's attending the wedding of his father and...this lady. she moves in immediately after and berdly detests every moment he spends sitting next to her at the dining table.

ember isn't a bad woman. she's just...easily distracted. she doesn't have experience raising children, so she falls back on peter for his opinion. which basically means berdly is Still on his own, only now when he comes home he can't blast his favorite game osts while he studies. berdly has the very stereotypical reaction to his stepmom--doesn't like her, doesn't want anything to do with her, just calls her "ms. ember" and That's It. he just wants to get through this chapter in the visual novel known as his life as quickly as possible, so he can go out into the world and become a...science guy, or whatever. DEFINITLY NOT AN AUTHOR!!!! NOPE!!!! OUT OF THE QUESTION!!!! THAT DEFINITELY ISN'T HIS SECRET DESIRE, FUELED SOMEWHAT BY WANTING TO CARRY ON HIS MOTHER'S TORCH!!!! HE WILL DO SCIENCE OR BUSINESS BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT SMART PEOPLE DO

but berdly can't even escape the tragedies of high school before another curveball is thrown his way: better known as robin, berdly's new baby sister.

robin is half-bird monster, half-fire elemental. this translates to her looking like a red bird, instead of a blue bird (also the ends of her feathers sometimes smolder and smoke??? which is cool). hence the name robin.

robin is a baby. there isn't much to say about her. she's a baby and she's very cute and very lovable, and as much as berdly wants to hate her he can't. a part of him wants to stick around robin out of spite of his older sister, who he hasn't been in contact with since that one time she called and he screamed at her over the phone to never speak to him again (which he Maybe regrets. just a little bit). but it doesn't quell the pit of jealousy he gets when he sees ember dote over robin, giving her all the attention she could never bother to give him.

which brings us to the present: where the berdly family is Right Now In Canon

peter is on a business trip and won't be back for another month

jay is in grad school, having not spoken to her family in years and is starting to regret that

berdly, ember, and robin are all home; ember spends her days watching robin, and whenever she's out berdly takes over and helps.

so, uh, yeah!!!! i could probably keep rambling about these guys forever because i love building characters, but i'll leave it here!!! lemme know if you wanna hear more!!! i have satisfied the dark beast within, so now i can rest maybe hopefully god i hope so i have my 9 AM tomorrow

#deltarune #berdly #berdly deltarune #deltarune berdly #berdly's family #family headcanons #ignorance cloud on #deltarune chapter 2 #remember to like comment and subscribe for more insane person ramblings #long post #almost forgot that one LMAO #i have such a fuckin weird relationship w my siblings so yknow i had to give berdly my issues :-)#sorry buddy. it makes for good worldbuilding <3 #also i just realized i gave TWO shitty dude ocs of mine the name peter. LMAO #unfortunately the name is fitting for both in different ways so im not changing it

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader]

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(Author Note, written in November 2020 and updated on May 2021: For those who've already read the prologue, two changes happened: [1] the story title went from Goodnight, Starlight to Fairytale Complex, and [2] since this's a rewrite of an older work, the main/focus relationship would now be Sans, but there will still be alternate relationships, other main four being Papyrus, Muffet, Grillby, and Napstablook! More info on that can be found on Chapter Sixteen | Dummy! (Part 3 of 3).)

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Your phone lights up and buzzes erratically, waking you up and forcing you to get out of bed when it proves to be too far away for you to reach it. The screen marks an unholy five thirty five in the morning, and you can only wonder over what your aunt wants to discuss with you at such an early hour. There's around two urgent voicemails, eleven text messages, and three missed calls, all from her, so you decide on phoning her back to get things over with.

She answers fast, hardly giving the phone a chance to beep once.

"Turn on the TV right now, honey," your aunt shouts, an indistinguishable emotion between anger and shock displayed in her voice. "Now," she repeats, authority shown in that single word. "And don't forget to call me later. We need to talk." She hangs up after that, leaving you with more questions than you once had.

You raise a brow at the oddity of her call, yet relent with how tired both your mind and body feel. You'd left work at eleven at night, only to arrive home at midnight and fall asleep at one. With barely five hours of rest in your system, you don't exactly feel motivated to watch television, yet that changes when you sit at the edge of your bed, turn it on, and see the first thing there is a breaking news report taking over every cable channel present. No matter which one you switch to, it's there, reporting over the rise of a whole new species of living beings, these capable of human reasoning and conduct, as one of the reporters and even a scientist so claimed based on the little information they've both gathered about the species already. They proceed to display a picture of a large crowd of people gathered near a mountain, these looking straight out of a fantasy novel. They vary greatly, from bipedal, anthropomorphic fish, bears, bunnies, goats, and spiders, to living skeletons, ghosts, and live, humanoid flames. You have to rub sleep away from your eyes and blink a few times to process what's going on, until you see who's standing smack in the middle of them all.

"F- Frisk?!" you shout, breaking the silence of your home and the night.

Almost immediately, you pick up your phone and search for more information on where and when the picture was taken. The sun seemed to be setting in it, and based on when the news had chosen to report on the event, you figure Frisk has to be with that group somewhere around. You access the news channel's main page and see a pinned post asking for information on the child's parents, comment section blocked to prevent a flood in them, along with the share button to keep any second parties from spreading it around more.

>> A goat lady by the name of Toriel has taken Frisk under her temporary care while authorities regain contact with the child's parents. If anyone reading this post happens to know about their location, number, or any other contact information, please do let us know over at private message, so that we may interview them personally. We have searched far and wide for more thorough information on the child, but Child Protective Services have settled upon keeping that information private, while the child refused to tell us anything else after they found out over what penalties their parents would be receiving. They insist that their primary caregiver is a good person, that they do not know about their secondary caregiver's whereabouts, and that they will not allow anything bad to happen to either of them, refusing to so much as give up their last name to us as a result. However, we are still in dire need of said information in order to interview the parents and perform more proper investigations as to why the child disappeared for a period of almost two whole months.

Below the basic gist stands a shorter paragraph and a photo of a different monster, this one a skeleton instead of a goat woman.

>> In addition to the goat lady offering to look after Frisk for the time being, another monster has reached out to us and left his number only specifically for the parents. He states it is necessary they meet and that he would like to offer an explanation as to what happened at the Underground and how Frisk got there. If you are one of the parents, please contact us through private message so that we may provide you with his number and further directions on what to do from there.

You check the time of the post, lock your phone, and set it aside when the news returns from a commercial break, this one much shorter compared to usually.

"Passerby say it sounded similar to that of a bomb going off, yet there were no signs of destruction and nobody near when they made it to the place where they heard the noise. It's estimated the Barrier broke at late evening, and that the monsters left with Frisk barely an hour after that event, without bothering to inform anyone over the missing child's arrival. Authorities claim they've yet to gain contact with Frisk's secondary caregiver and that they are now on their way to contact their primary one. Given the circumstances and the current hour, Child Protective Services believe it best to visit at noon, as they have already tracked down the parent's location and received further information on the subject through social media. That's all we've managed to cover so far, but remember to stay tuned for more at-"

“(Mom/Dad), I'm home!”

Your eyes shoot open and you almost have to double take when you hear that voice. It's followed by a few persistent knocks on the door, though you still go as far as to check the pulse on your wrist to make sure you're still alive. You turn the television off, hop out of bed, and rush over to the living room, where you're greeted with the sight of Frisk standing by the entrance and looking around, their own set of keys balanced on their finger as they take in their surroundings. They continue to look this way and that, observing the changes you've made to the house since they were gone.

They meet with your eyes and freeze up, taking a small, precautionary step forward. "I… I missed you," they mutter, voice soft and quiet, a large difference from when they announced they were back home. They fiddle with their hands and face at the floor, casting a guilty look at the worn welcome mat as they say, "I'm sorry for… for disappearing like that. But I promise I-"

Before they can finish speaking, you've already made it to their side. Your arms wrap around them and you bring them in for a strong and lasting embrace, tucking their head against your chest, squeezing them tight, and allowing them to listen to your heart beat. "Oh, sweetheart, forget all that," you reply, stroking their hair and kissing their forehead. "I… I missed you, too." You hold them tight and let some of your worries out through another squeeze. It feels almost bizarre having them in your arms again, but it feels right all the same. Every puzzle seems to fall right into place, and the only thing in your mind right now's their well-being. "H- How are you, by the way?" you ask, breaking the hug apart. "Are you hungry? ...Sleepy? And who brought you here? Did they treat you well?"

"I'm okay," they reply, giggling. "Miss Toriel made me some food before we left, and I'm way too pumped to even think about sleeping!"

"And where is Miss Toriel?"

"She left right after we got here. She said she didn't want to bother you now that I'm back, and that you could meet up with her some other time!"

You hug them yet again, still too stricken to let go of them. "I'm… I'm so glad you're back home, dear," you whisper, holding them close as you mutter more sentences with similar sentiments to the previous one. You still can't shake off your shock nor can you believe this is real. The rational part of your brain insists it's no time to be emotional and that you need answers stat, though the emotional part demands you pour all your attention onto the moment and appreciate Frisk's return. You'd cried countless hours, days, nights, and weeks. And all of that pent up regret, confusion, and relief begins to be let out through whispered words, strong hugs, and gentle caresses. "I… I thought you were gone for good, dear, an- and that you left because you hated me." You hiccup at that last statement and hold them tighter, fearing another disappearance. "I'm sorry if I ever made you feel bad about me being your (mother/father). And… And I'm sorry for anything I might've done to upset you. I- I'll try to be a better parent for you from now on, and you can tell me over where I can improve. Alright?"

Frisk breaks the hug apart and faces up at you with a frown. "What are you saying? I don't hate you, (mom/dad)!" they reply, gaze furrowed and eyes wide. "I… I was thinking about something else that day. B- But it has nothing to do with you. I promise!"

"Then why did you disappear?" you ask, placing a hand over their shoulder and maintaining your frown. "Why did you run away? ...And just what do you mean by that? What were you thinking about before you disappeared?"

Looking caught, they face the floor and fiddle with their hands again. "...Can we talk about that later? I think I'm feeling sleepy now."

Your glare finally shows through, the rational part of you taking over now. "Don't you dare change the subject, Frisk (L/N). What did you mean by that? What happened before you disappeared?"

"Please, (mom/dad)! I can tell you later," they whine, tears welling up in their eyes. "I- I don't wanna talk about that right now. I miss you. And I… I really wanna be with you right now. I really miss my home, I miss studying with you, and I... I miss going out on weekends with you, too."

You straighten your posture, cross your arms tight, and frown, still unconvinced. "Can you promise me you'll tell me first thing tomorrow, after we catch up today?"

Slowly, they nod. "I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

Frisk smiles bright and wide at your suggestion and at the gesture you make, pinky finger offered out to them. They interlock theirs with yours and let go when you both nod, sealing the deal. "I promise. Could we go watch a movie now?"

"Didn't you say you were sleepy?"

"I sleep better with the TV on!"

"Yeah, right." Despite yourself, you giggle and smile at them. Then, you place a hand on their head and mess up their hair, poking your tongue out when they glare at you. "Let's go, then. Just... Remember me to call my boss so I can take the day off today and go to work a bit later tomorrow."

"...Can you really do that? I thought you could get fired for that!"

"Probably not." You laugh. "But you're my main and only priority right now. And I can just try to find another job after all this's over with."

You offer your hand out to them and lead the way back to your bedroom when they take it. Your heart's still racing and you've yet to acknowledge the fact they're finally back with you, though your happiness continues to persist through it all; they're here and that's all that matters right now. Worry would come in later.

"Why did you move the TV to the bedroom, though?" they ask, halfway through your destination.

You squeeze their hand and stare down at them, managing a guilty and meek smile. "I, uh, might've... borrowed your dad's Netflicks password, and tried watching some movies since you went missing. I could barely sleep at night, so I just tried distracting myself by finding something new to watch." You let go, finally reaching the door of your bedroom. "I also made sure to tidy up your bedroom once a week, just in case you ever came back, so it's all nice and clean if you want to go there later," you say, smiling. "But... I'm guessing you'd want to be with me for awhile now?"

They nod, not an ounce of reluctance present in their actions. "Definitely!" They flinch back and giggle when you kiss their cheek as a response, "Can I, really?"

"As long as you fulfill your promise, then yes. You can stay in my bedroom for as long as you want, dear."

"But didn't you say I was a big kid just last year?"

"Yes, but I…" You chew on your lip and blink back tears, their return finally dawning on you. "I missed you too much to care about that right now."

You turn on the television and access Netflicks, putting on a movie and climbing into bed. They do the same and rest their head against your lap, cuddling against you. You both stay that way for the entirety of the movie, with them close and with your hand on their head, stroking their hair until they fall asleep halfway in.

When you're sure they're out like a light, you allow yourself to cry again; tears continue to go down the more time you spend with Frisk close to your side.

They were back.

Your prayers had been answered, and now you wouldn't have to lay awake at night, feeling guilty and mourning over their loss for hours on end.

Hopefully, Child Protective Services and Frisk's school would go easier on you now; despite what you said about not minding if they were taken away after their return, you do care. Now that they're back in your arms, you can't imagine not having the right to visit them again; a world without them. At that thought, sorrow overflows your mind and you find yourself crying quietly during what's left of another movie, uncontrolled yet quiet as you try not to wake or worry Frisk over your state. You needed to be strong for their sake and for your own as well, if the time to part ways from them ever became a reality.

That's the last thing you think of as you close your eyes, exhaustion finally taking your body for itself. Faint murmurs of an ongoing movie are the last things you hear and the sight of Frisk sleeping peacefully on your lap is the last thing you see. It all feels right, yet not; cherishing these final moments is the only thing you can do for now.

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venelona · 4 years ago

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‘The World, Upside Down’ appreciation post

Good day! I talked about this fanfic a lot in the old days (well, I mostly talked about it’s kinda-sequel ‘Making a Kinder World’, but this Underfell fanfic is one of my favorite fanfics... ever. And today it’s author’s birthday, so happy birthday @last-haven! Today I just wanna list all of the things (well, all the things I can put in the worlds beyond plain AAAAAA) I love about this fanfic chapter-by-chapter.

You haven’t read it? Then give it a try! It’s really good! Try ‘Making a Kinder World’ too, you can read it separate

❗❕SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE FANFIC + SPOILERS FOR ‘Making a Kinder World’!❕❗

and now, without further adue:

All the things I love about 'The World, Upside Down' (little illustrations included)

(quotes from the fanfic are put into ‘this’)

Chapter 1

- Frisk wears gloves... cool gloves

- 'Well. Fuck.' probably same exact reaction I would have

- Frisk went out to climb a mountain... The irony

- ' Frisk hadn’t planned to take a break, but the hike had been thirsty work. ' ... thirsty work

- Flowey is such a sweetheart, honestly (i mean, it's Underfell, but still). ' I-if this world is kill or be killed, t-then I would just rather be killed. ' My sweet booooy

- (not)Local adult offers candy to a small helpless literal flower-child in the dark-ass cave

- ' ...only if their mother had gone through a goth inspired mid-life crisis and then hadn’t slept in a month. ' Frisk roasts Toriel after Toriel nearly roasts them

- First thing Chara says is a Wizard of Oz reference

- ' My mother raised me right. ' Also she happens to be you

- I really like the concept of this story. Frisk, who went through Underground, suddenly gets into the Underfell one? Damn. Well, having a good concept is nothing if you can't bring it to life right, and this story does wonderful job, like, maaan it's good.

- Flowey just can't leave Frisk to go through Ruins alone, my sweet boooy

- Thing that set up in here come back even in the last chapter, from the certain encounter to even a certain asshole

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Chapter 2

- ' Frisk considered the floor with a healthier level of respect. '

- Froggit as confused to complement Frisk as I was confused in game what to write for Mettaton in his 'essay'

- Even the 'healing item' is set up, dang

- Have I said that Frisk is really cool and badass in this fic? Cuz they are

- ' It was odd, seeing that old familiar sight in this upside-down world... ' roll credits

- Toriel's story with human children is heartbreaking. In 'Making a Kinder World' there's even more of it but even in TWUD it's very sad

- And Frisk tells her that they read her diary?? Mad lad

- Despite anything Tori still cares, she isn't just some mad old lady

- Frisk's and Flowey's relationship is precious

Chapter 3

- Skelebros. I love them.

- ' The monster was, but more importantly, was also not Sans '

- ' Oh, he can’t be doing what I think he’s doing. He cannot be flirting back. This world really is bizarre. ' - one of my favourite lines in the whole fic

- The whole meeting with Sans. I said it before but I love it

(i kinda drew this one before but it’s worse than i remember)

- The mix of flirting and suspicion and tension and aaaaaa

- ' Well.

Fuck. '

- Sans tell them to run HE TELLS THEM TO RUN

- the Infernal Papyrus.

- Frisk just rips into him, it's glorious

- ' "Look! A rock!”

Half to their surprise, he actually turned around and looked. ' I AM DEAD THIS IS SO PAPYRUS

- Mines

- Mines go boom boom

- ' “Don’t know what you’re so worried about,” Frisk hissed back as their fight menu options appeared before them. “You’re a tiny target—he’ll probably miss you mostly.” '

- ' Jokes, flirting, none of these seemed to be any safer than trying to tango with a honey badger. '

- ' “I feel no shame!” ' Frisk yells and runs away

- Papyrus heals them, awww...

- and then PUNCHES RIGHT INTO THE FACE OMFG PAPYRUS

- It told later but In this whole story PAPYRUS IS ONLY 19 and that explains a lot

- but yes the whole Papyrus spare thing is awesome

Chapter 4

- Maybe a bit early to mention that one but i LOVE the world building - its expanded very greatly in the 'Making a Kinder World', but even in TWUD you can just FEEL it - feel the world. One of my favourite Underfell worlds to this day and I keep stealing being inspired for many headcanons

- Frisk is an accomplished flirt

- ' “Ugh, I’d hate to think that all this time I could have gotten out of so much trouble by flirting." ' (c) Flowey the eight year old child and god knows how old flower

- ' Judgey McJudgerson '

- Despite being an epitome of sarcasm Frisk is very caring, and its consistent throughout the story

- Great characters all around - rich, relatable and believable and impossible not to love

- Also this fanfic was first that introduced me to non-binary people. I was confused by some parts (like, i had no idea what a binder is and google did not tell me anything) but I expanded my knowledge so yaaay

- Did I mention I like Frisk's sarcasm and sense of humour? Cuz i am loving it

- Frisk and Sans's meeting before Waterfall. It may be my wild shipping self that loves all the scenes of these two but they are really great and very enjoyable

- ‘ “You saved my brother?”

“Well, I wasn’t going to let him fall off a cliff, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

Sans scoffed. “I would have.”

“Sans!" ‘

- ‘ “It wouldn’t have killed him. He’s too stubborn to let a little fall kill him.” ‘ - again, very Fell Paps characteristic

- Sans's coat keeps filling up with flower petals, my heaaaart

- Quoting Flowey: 'the flirting—good god, the flirting!'

- ' Flowey made a sound like he was sighing through his nose, which was quite the trick since he didn’t even have a nose. '

- ' “It’s a trap,” Flowey hissed.

Frisk glanced back at him with a frown and a raised eyebrow. “Uh, yeah, I can see that.”

Flowey gaped. “Really?”

I should probably feel insulted by that. '

- ' I have never thought of a child needing Jesus before, but damned if I don’t now. '

- I like the idea that Flowey can feel fear and hope because those aren't technically emotions

- Papyrus helps Flowey, awww, I always loved that moment

- And Papyrus to the rescue!! Tho, Frisk, you gotta rethink some things when even the skeleton swims better than you

- I love the fact that Papyrus helped Frisk with CPR by not actually doing it right but by just finishing them off

- Papyrus's logic

- The fact that in this whole story PAPYRUS IS ACTUALLY 19 YEARS OLD

- ' *You feel demoralized. What a failure you are. ' Chara spoke not to Frisk but directly to me

- ' “I’m going to give you my number. Call me if you have an emergency. I won’t come to save you” '

- That big-ass hint that something weird had happened to Frisk's hand

- Sans putting his coat on Frisk. Gets me every time. My shipping soul melts.

Chapter 6

- Chara's sass

- ' "Even if you are an unforgivable jerk and your pet’s an idiot, I can’t thank you enough." '

- ' Moving through the dark rooms with light up mushrooms, glowing crystals, and more waterfalls, they encountered a few monsters along the way, including an Aaron who they scared off by making spooky noises at him. '

- Monster Kid and his sincere apology

- ' The problem was, one, it sure didn’t seem to be slowing her down, and two, they had no idea if she was perhaps faster than their Undyne.

That said, she sure was about as pissed as their Undyne was. '

- THE LASER EYE

*You are both easily impressed and distracted.

- Frisk picking up the phone call mid fight. I know that happened in the game but EVERYONE'S REACTIONS

- ' Leave it to Undyne to accidently compliment her own training regime; '

- Frisk the slay dog wanna catch Undyne monologuing

- ' "I’d trust that skeleton as far as I can throw him.” ' THIS and the conversation that proceeds

- The conversation about Paps actually warms my heart

Chapter 7

- ' "You flaunt your abilities, your charms, your good hair-" '

- Chara is actually surprised that Frisk knows something they don't about Flowey

- M e t t a t o n. I love him.

- The interview

- It's not Tsunderplane, it's YANDERPLANE

- ' Mettaton made finger guns at her. “Smile for the camera, bitch.” '

- Frisk liting up Sans's cigarette

- How Sans and Frisk bicker like children over who's older and Frisk shoots him with ' “That’s okay. I always did have a thing for older men.” '

- ' “Feh. I’d rather have an incurable disease than a friend like her, but whatever.”'

- Sans tossing Frisk a pack of cigarettes. That scene always stuck in my mind for some reason

Chapter 8

- ' Turns out, he at least thought it was ‘totally homo’. '

- The 'moving in' thing was established even back there, and its still one of my favourite things ever

- How dramatic guards are

- ' Then they looked down the line and realized they had ten more to go. Great.

*Could be worse.

*Could be eleven more to go.

You know, buddy, that’s the most optimistic thing I’ve probably heard out of you yet. '

- Frisk may be badass but they still can be embarrassed

- Mettaton

- Oh, did i say Mettaton already? I'm sorry, I just love him (got nothing against him but never really cared much for him either), it's the best written Mettaton I've ever seen and I adore every time he shows up

- Frisk, like... actually got a psychological trauma, and its quite sad

- The scene with the Sans and the dogs on the porch feels very ominous for me

- Mettaton warn Frisk to run, MY HEART

Chapter 9

- Mettaton and Frisk just casually chat

- ' "She only tried to kill me twice, which put her head and shoulders above some people I knew.” ' Underfell be Underfell

- ' “Well, for one, you’re not dead.”

Well. They hadn’t expected that answer. “…Thanks?” '

- ... I love Mettaton. What he says to Frisk about taking him with them warms my heart

- The image of mangled Mettaton EX is fried into my mind forever. No, really - every time I think about Underfell Mettaton this image comes to my mind, like... damn. Nightmare fuel.

- Mettaton being in agony and forced to fight Frisk while he just yells for them to run- MY HEAAART PLEASE STOP IT

- Frisk kept yellow soul option on their phone. And they use it via fingergun

- ' “Flowey will be pissed if he finds out that I could do that this entire time and didn’t do it only to make sure I didn’t hurt anyone.” ' and after that it flashes to Flowey doing exactly that LMAO

- Also yeah, the periodical flashing to other characters watching Frisk on TV

- ' “HAH!” they shouted eloquently. “Missed!” ' ... did i mention that I really like the characterisation of Frisk? Cuz I do. Frisk is one charismatic bitch <3

- Frisk aint immune to anger

- Metta fights back!! Man I just love everything about this fight - its heartwrenhing AND funny, and sometimes it feels straight from an anime. I love it to bits.

- Napsta's call. Man... talk about heart wrentching. I think it's taken from a comic bc I saw the said comic ages ago, but man it fits so well and hits right into the kokoro

- The fact that Napsta doesn't know what they're actually doing... Like, the whole Napstablook and Mettaton storyline that we get in the Making a Kinder World, i really love it, some of my favourite chapters because DAMN

- Chara hurrying Frisk to help Mettaton, like, really, they care too and it warms my heart

- And despite Alphys' manipulation bullshit he still doesn't attack Frisk AND CHOOSES TO OFF HIMSELF JESUS CHRIST I FORGOT HOW MUCH I ACTUALLY LOVE HIM MA BOY NOOOOO

- Papyrus to the rescue!!

- ' Oh my god. The edge lord cutie pie has a crush on Mettaton. Oh, god, that’s adorable. Did my Papyrus have a crush on Mettaton? ' Frisk freaking out over a ship XD this fanfic actually made me if not like Papyton then at least think it's alright. Not like i hated it before that, I just didn't see any reason for it whatsoever so i was neutral towards it with leaning on more negative side, but not anymore. Besides, all Papyton in this and MAKW is adorable indeed

- Alphys actually cares for Mettaton and for everybody else

- Frisk doesn't abandon Mettaton and goes back with Alphys

- Endogeny. What a good doggo. And the way it smack its face hole while trying to eat lmao

- Alphys getting sad over not getting a raise when amalgametes started to melt jfc Alphys

- The whole conversation with Alphys about hope

- ' “Oh, and Alphys? While you’re fixing up Mettaton, you might want to rethink his design. Maybe a little less Silent Hill and a little more… eh, Mew Mew Kissy Cutie.” '

- Sans got sight problems... probably shouldn't be surprised after what happened to one of his eyes

Chapter 10

- ' Oh well. Asgore was just going to have to put up with their smelly ass for a while. '

- Asriel and Chara don't know everything - Az (well, Flowey) didn't know how he came to be a flower or why he could reset, and Chara didn't know Asriel died. You would expect them to know those things, but the fact that they don't makes sense

- Chara freaking out about Flowey cuz they don't know who he really is, and angry when they find out that Frisk didn't tell them this entire time

- Asriel started to like Chara after they showed him their scary face, lmao he is really a kid

- The story of the Frisk that was before the current Frisk arrived

- ' Eh, maybe they’re not like you. That kid, they’re probably just some half-assed memory from a book I read once. Nah, reality is better. You’re better.” ' MY HEART-

- The way Sans and Frisk flirt

- Foreshadowing of Frisk's past

- The story how Sans and Paps fell out. And, speaking about it, the chapters where they kinda 'reconsile' in MAKW

- ' Caught by a whim, they leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his brow. He flinched away, but his stare showed only confusion. They grinned at him. “You’re a good bag of bones, Sans. Thanks for everything.” ' cmon, my shipping self cannot not love this moment, even if i know what happens after this conversation next time they meet and it pangs my heart

Chapter 11

- Instead of coffin room it's... good ol' fashioned prison. Made even sadden by the fact that it used to be a food bank

- The bloodied patch of dead flowers in Asgore's garden in place where previous Frisk died and did not come back. Another picture that engraved into my mind

- The button-smashing foreshadowing. Literally.

- Frisk's shock and conflicted desire to reset when Asgore strikes Flowey. Heartbreaking.

- Frisk snapping and snapping out of snapping. Frisk's 'backstory' is actually very sad because they are genially regretting what they did

- Frisk mentally apologizing to their family for their rage episode mY hEaRt

- That may sound weird but I appreciate Chara freaking out on the background and stuff. Like... I just appreciate Chara

- Frisk healing Flowey with a Dream! Like, that item that you have after the Asriel fight and can still have it in your inventory! I really like that it's here and that Frisk saved it after all those years, that's a really cool detail

- Sparing Asgore sceeeneeeee!

- Final Boss and his motivation - from just not wanting monsters to come out yet to a promise he made to his only semi-friend

- ' “But it won’t be today. But,” he said, lifting his hand, “don’t worry, babe. I’ll look after you. I promise, me and you? We’ll have nothing but time.” ' 6w6 hehe

- Sans having a power rush cuz he ain't no mastermind but just a dude who went from, like, 2% right to a 100

- I love the fact that Flowey sticks to Frisk no matter the danger. Like, they made it through the underground together, faced his past, faced his father and now they are about to face someone with the God-like power. Ooh oh.

- Sans actually doesn't want to harm Frisk and mY hEaRt

- Sans got a menu! And ofc he would be looking at it if he never had one before

- Hugging

- Frisk destroying his FIGHT button!!! Like a badass!

- Despite the battle I like how Sans and Frisk just continue to casually banter

- ' This time, Sans’ laziness really backfired on him. ' Oh my God, Sans is just... Sans

- Sans actually getting bitter at Frisk cuz he thinks they think of him as a big fuck up

- ' "...Don’t you get it—you’re the only good thing that’s ever came to this world!” ' AAAAHHHH the fact that he is desperate to keep the only good person he'd met

- Sans biting Frisk in a last ditch attempt to stop them even if he knows they're right. And realization and he is CRYING

- Sans is actually jealous of other world's Sans

- Man, those two battles are just a rollercoaster

Chapter 12

- Final chapter is 57 Word pages long

- Final chapter is 57 Word pages long despite the fact that all the fighting took place in the previous chapter

- ' He grunted, “I can’t tell if you’re fucking with me or not.”

Frisk gave him a flat look. “Sans, after everything that happened today, I think you can do me a solid and trust me.” '

- The talk with souls

- Sans freaking out for a second when Frisk draws their soul out

- ' “The fuck?” Sans finally asked, sitting back. To their amusement, he didn’t seem particularly disturbed to see their kingdom’s dead prince revived from the plant he’d tried to murder less than five minutes ago. Just mostly confused. '

- ' Please don’t tell me that his son yelling at him is enough to convince him that this is really Asriel. What a bizarre way to recognize someone, Frisk thought, bemused. ' That's Underfell for ya

- ' “Years of strife and misery because of one damn law, and in the end, all it took was a kid to turn it over. My life feels like a joke.” ' poor Sans

- The fact that Sans tries to hide from Toriel not only for that moment but for some time afterwards lmao

- Asriel protecting Frisk and wanting to stay with them because ofc why wouldn't he

Like... ' “As far as I’m concerned, Frisk is my family now." ' MY HEART-

- All of the Sans quotes from the goat-family-kinda-reunion scene because while Frisk knows what's going on he is completely out of the loop

- ' “Don’t yell at Frisk. And don’t bother yelling at him either,” he huffed, jerking his chin in his father’s direction. “You don’t have any right to, you hypocrite. You ended up just like him. You believed in ‘kill or be killed’ too in the end. So just shut up.” ' HELL YEAH ASRIEL TELL HER-

- Souls saying bye to Toriel because she was their mom, aaaaaaAAAAAAA

- Asriel and Chara are alive! Together! Kinda! As a fusion! But ye i think it's really cool. I also think it's cool that the can morph into different body, tho they realise it years later

- The awkward image of Frisk and Asriel hugging while Sans is just standing there and Asgore and Toriel just stare at them

- ' So, you’re the little flower that kept showing up every now and then.” He paused and beamed down at Asriel. Without warning, he reached down and slapped Asriel across the back, nearly knocking the kid down. “Good for you! I knew you’d find some way to be useful, and look! Now you have arms, legs, and everything! A real improvement, I’d say.” ' My god Papyrus I love you

- ' Undyne pressed a hand to one of her ears. “I knew I felt weird magic. My ear drums even popped when you did that.”

“My ears popped, and I don’t even have any,” Papyrus added. ' My God Papyrus did i say i love you already

- Papyrus immideatly bitching on the surface lmao

- Frisk offering their hand for Sans so they can go to the surface together but he is refusing because he is still desperate for them to stay- MY HEART MY HEAAAAART

- Frisk forgetting for a second that Chara left them. I like that detail.

- Gaster's plan. Perfect in theory but oh so cruel for Frisk

- The fact that i can describe this fic as 'undertale ctrl c ctrl v underfell'

- Frisk thinking they are home and everything behind them is absolutely HEARTBREAKING

- Their last conversation with Paps...

- Brothers actively rescuing Frisk while totally calm Gaster is just 'well, at least Sans is making use of the blasters'

- Skelebros to the rescue!!

- Papyrus offering Frisk his gloves without a second thought

- PROPOSAL. PRO PO SAL! This is still, like, my favourite thing in the... world. Accidental proposal. And the fact that Papyrus knows it but doesn't say anything to the two of them. Perfect.

- But also, Sans offering Frisk to stay with them is just sweet. And Papyrus being like 'sTaYiNg wItH yOu mAyBe'

- ' “Wait, one thing. Are… are you guys sure it’s okay if I stay with you? If I’m any trouble, I could-”

“You already accepted my brother’s proposal,” Papyrus said bluntly, waving them off. “You can’t back out now.” ' AND FRISK JUST LAUGHS HIS 'ODD WORDING' OFF MY GOD i just. I love this.

- Poor Sans, so out of the loop. He didn't know anything, from Flowey being the dead prince to just his brother having a crush

- I like how at this point Papyrus is just 'OH IF WE ALL LIVING TOGETHER SURE LETS HAVE ASRIEL TOO'

- Papyrus being appointed as Asriel's guard! I really like it and their relationship in general, especially in the future

- Papyrus shaking Sans out if happiness

- ' “Congrats, Papyrus,” Undyne shouted, slapping him on the back—Frisk wondered if this was where he got his strange need to slap people on the back. '

- ' Courage, loyalty, and hope. Not compassion, hope, and love—the monsters of this world really were different than their own. ' This, this right here is one of my favorite Underfell headcanons. dont mind me stealing it

- The conversation Sans and Frisk have. You know, that one. It's a true heart-to-heart, i love it

- Frisk casually leaning onto Sans despite the epic betreyal and fighting, like, a few hours ago

- Sans's reaction to hearing about satellites and being bamboozled about the whole humans-went-to-space thing

- ' “Can… can I ask you a question? A-a personal one?”

He considered it. “This better not be any soul baring, mutual bonding shit. I’ve had enough of that.” '

- ' Once he got it to catch, they both leaned in and lit their cigarettes. Together, they took a long drag on their cigarettes and went back to staring at the sky. “Well, so much for no soul baring bonding moments.” '

- '“What? Of course, I cried. I was eight and my life was a mess." ' big mood

- Sans being sure Frisk doesn't cry but later in the conversation they actually do and his panic... just .. precious

- Sans low-key being jealous of the previous Sans and being protective over Frisk

- And man... Undertale Sans is an actual asshole. That's how I always call him in my mind when it comes to this fanfic - Asshole Sans.

- ' Without thinking, their hand twitched and snagged his. While he blinked at them, they just pulled his hand close and tried to breathe. “Heh. That’s funny. You know, I think you’re the first person I’ve told that story to.” That was a lie—they knew he was the only one they told it. They didn’t think they would probably find the guts to tell it to anyone else either. “Six years, and you’re the first. Heh.” ' i love how despite what other Sans did Frisk never associates him with this Sans. Like, he doesn't remind them about the other Sans and the guilt they feel

- Frisk running away... sad, very unhealthy coping mechanisms but... really believable. Their trauma is really believable, you can feel it in some of their actions

- Sans's reaction after hearing that Sans and Tori in the other world hit it off

- The conversation how Sans's eyes changed. My shipping heaaart soaaars. Lve it.

- ' Grinning, they loosened their grip; he didn’t shrug them off though, so they kept their arms about him as they turned their face back up to the sky. “It really is an amazing sight, isn’t it?”

Sans sighed fondly and patted their arm. “Yeah. Something else.” '

- Ten year skip

- Asriel turning into a... beanpole (pun intended)

- We are never told whose kiiiids. Tell me who had kiiiiiids (aside for Undyne and Alphys)

- I read it in one comment but apparently author forgot to mention Sans in the ten years later segment cuz of the big conversation prior to it and people panicked that he wasn't there and its just hilarious to me

- The cover for the fic is cool. Both versions.

- We got outtakes! That’s cool

And that’s... That’s what I love. With all of my heart.

Now don’t mind me while I go reread the entirity of ‘Making a Kinder World’, because now I absolutely want to and love it. I said it before but if it wasn’t for that one little comic I did back in the days based on one of the chapters, I would not have this blog, so yeah, this fanfic got a special place in my heart.

I wish I could do twice more amount of illustrations and actually make them better but oh well that’s just me. I hope you liked ‘em!

Thank you @last-haven and happy birthday! I hope you liked this post lol and I hope you and your family are staying safe!

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I can't sleep so I'm gonna ramble for a minute here about. uh. 2020 i guess lol everyone else is so might as well jump on the bandwagon.

Be aware this is really really fucking long so it's a commitment to read it lmao sorry i just cannot sleep and i guess i had more on my mind about this year than i thought. I also did not proofread this at all. I just started writing and didn't look back lol

This year was... Weird for me. It started out with me feeling my best in January, comfortable and positive as I did my nth playthrough of DBH with friends and finally having enough alts of my boy Alfonse in FEH to have a team of Just him to fight with. (Priorities, right?) February hit, and things were still going good. I met Ray Chase and had him sign a print I did of Roy and Alfonse in some casual outfits for a scrapped au I wrote years ago. (And I gave him one 😊). Hell, like, covid was just coming around when me and my friends went to the con that weekend and a breakout of it hit the city just south of where the con was like a week before, but I was genuinely so excited for it that like I was like "Yeah, if i die, i die. Whatever happens happens." God, at this point, the Alfonse gc I was in was still alive and I still didn't talk to anyone in the group outside of that gc. Lowkey miss it tbh. But oh well. Things move on.

But that con was like... Stressful. I usually have fair amounts of stress at cons, being around so many people, I fear theft, unwanted contact, y'know, the standard; but my friend group was so filled with tension that it was absolutely painful. We'd been split most of the weekend, and if the two groups came together, it was hell, because it just caused unwanted arguments. I felt really bad cause I didn't want them to be upset, yknow? But i also wanted to hang out with my friends all at once. So i swapped between the groups a bit over the weekend. And blew WAY more money than I should have and lowkey it kind of fucked me over for the rest of the year cause I haven't had a job all year outside of, like, a local church job that pays at a rare max of $100 a month ;w;

I'd been struggling in school the previous semester already, about halfway through having just stopped going to classes altogether, yet still somehow managed to pass everything with B's and A's. The next semester rolled around, and I thought at first the distraction and inability to do anything was because of the con, and as it persisted after, I thought it was just post-con depression. But, as it turned out, no, it's just been my biggest relapse of depression since the end of high school, and frankly, it's only gotten worse since. I can't sleep rn because I'm between not wanting to do anything because I have a lack of emotions and motivation and not feeling deserving of sleep lol. I checked out of school on February 28th, however, I was convinced I was merely demotivated by my surroundings -- at this point, I was studying Japanese, and one of my friends at the time was a (although probably unintentionally) complete braggart about how much he was studying and how he was improving... not to mention he was textbook example of "This is an Actual Weeaboo, don't Fucking Do this." (One of many reasons i said friend at the time lol) it was just... So draining being around him, and I had to see him in class every day of the week. I barely scraped together assignments last-minute and never studied under the idea of "What does it matter if I'm not putting in my 100%?" So I checked out, with plans of transferring for the following semester.

Well, then March hit. Y'all know how March went down lmao.

I pretty much locked myself in my room at all times during March, going between Animal Crossing and BOTW (which actually racked up like 200ish hours i think according to the nintendo year in review i had lmao). I started making a bit closer online friends at this point, notably @levitumbling who decided to take me in as his channel designer for YouTube and I've been ever since! But. Of course. My first task? A Sans meme. My payment? One Switch copy of Undertale because he considered it a disgrace that I'd never played the game before.

Now, let me tell you. I was fuckin scared to play this game. I held onto it for weeks between the fear of "My friend bought me this and i should play this" and "I told myself I'd never touch this game with a 20 mile pole because of how much it's been shoved down my throat over the years." So, one day, I don't remember when, early April, I said, fuck it, I'll play it for a little bit, just enough to say "hey i played it for a bit!" and then never go back.

The only thing that stopped me from beating the whole thing in one sitting was it was the crack of dawn when I passed out, extremely tired and extremely frustrated by the fact I couldn't beat Muffet. Yes, I got that far in one sitting I intended to play for 15 minutes tops.

Now. Let me fuckin tell you. About my first playthrough of Undertale. I haven't gone into a game knowing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it like... I think ever. Usually I know what style of game it is, the genre, the main plot premise. I knew nothing other than the existence of Sans (and, as it turned out, I'd heard some of the soundtrack pieces before, notably Bonetrousle I heard this cover of it in a radio livestream a while back and never really looked it up, but was always excited when the radio looped back around to it being on; and I'd heard Dating Start! because that's Alpharad's go-to sponsorship ost lmao.) But anyway. I was completely in the dark. Do yall mind if i just go through some highlights of my favorite memories? This is supposed to be a summary of the year but I mean, I think this made a big enough impact on me to really like. Discuss it a bit.

I watched the whole opening cutscene, started a new game under my old screenname, "Yoru," since in naming the "Fallen Child," I assumed they were dead. Well, I was a little surprised to just be that child, alive, two seconds later, but whatever, I rolled with it.

I genuinely trusted Flowey right away. Like no shit. He told me run into the "friendliness pellets" and I didn't even fucking question it. And when Toriel came in? And she said to follow her? I straight up was like "Why the hell should I trust you?? That guy just tried to kill me what says you wont?" I followed only because the game made me but i was Wary the whole time. It took me a LONG time to warm up to Toriel.

Now. Let me tell you how stupid I am as well. The game says over and over right, "Don't fight. Spare. Have Mercy when names are Yellow." Well, I took this literally. I didn't understand the Act mechanic most of the time, and when something didn't work I just said, fuck it, and fought them. If their name didn't turn yellow, I just fought them. "They don't want Mercy if their name isn't yellow, right?" After a while, I'd started getting bored of fighting and would just run away, but like, I came to a point where I was like "I have a really low level, I'm really going to regret this later on if I don't grind for a while."

I don't know when I stopped but. I think I was only one or two kills away from a genocide run accidentally my first playthrough, based on how I think I was LV 3 and looking at genocide playthroughs, you're LV 3 or 4 when you fight Toriel. Like. Holy fuck. I can't imagine what I would have thought of this game if that happened lmao.

Speaking of Toriel, still didn't trust her, at all. When we got to Home, and after I did Every Single different phrase she says when you go downstairs before you talk to her reading about snails; I did not Hesitate to ask "cool uh when the fuck can I leave?" When we got to the Ruins exit I was like, ah, here it is. The betrayal from her I was expecting, where she tries to kill me. Well, nothing on the Act menu worked, right? So... I fought and killed her. I didn't really care, actually. I just kept going.

Then meeting Sans and Papyrus happened. I lost my fucking shit at this part, mostly when they were talking, because every time Sans made a pun it would zoom in on him and do a rimshot. The puns were not funny and I was definitely on Pap's side of "oh my GOD shut up." But that fucking zoom in and rimshot was just so fourth wall breaking and unexpected. Fuck, it still gets me. Anyway. Game continues. I again lose my shit at (insane spinning in random directions) "OH MY GOD! IS THAT A HUMAN?" "uh, i think that's a rock." "OH. WAIT! WHAT'S THAT IN FRONT OF THE ROCK?? (IS IT A HUMAN??)" "(yes.)" "OH MY GOD!!!" and still think these two moments in the game are Peak comedy. Oh, and let me tell you, I did not like either of these two at this point. Sans I was like, okay, hes kind of a dumbass in a funny way, but Papyrus is a dumbass in a way that just annoys me. Genuinely the archetype that misses social cues and therefore has miscommunication usually just annoys me to no end. (Mostly for the miscommunication. It's my least favorite trope and makes me unreasonably angry.) But yeah. Wasn't really a fan. But out of everyone so far? Definitely found Sans to be the most tolerable. But that's about all I thought of him lmao.

Getting to Snowdin, with the Papyrus battle, remember how I said I didn't like Papyrus? And yes, this was something I genuinely thought at one point, I genuinely hated Papyrus, imagine that. What a wild world that is. But anyway. You know how his Act menu has the "Flirt" option? I, for no reason, gunned it for the Flirt option, even though I did not want to. Then when he was like "WE'LL GO ON A DATE! LATER!!" i was like yea sure okay lmao. Again, couldn't figure out the Act menu to turn his name yellow, so I fought him, and he was one or two attacks from dying (miraculously) when he ended the battle. I spared him here cause, well, he spared me, it was only fair. Then this guy again is like "ILL BE AT MY HOUSE WHEN YOU WANT TO GO ON THAT DATE!" and i was like haha funny but still turned around to go on the date. Like why? I have no idea. I think I was more like "haha hes probably not gonna be there and its just cause i picked that option and lo and behold there was an actual fucking date. Oh my god. I have never in my life been on a video game date where one party was convinced I was infatuated with them and im here on the other side of the screen like "oh my god make this end i can't stand being around you.???" But still. The date was. Really fucking funny. I wish I could experience it for the first time again like holy shit. There are few playthroughs I did after this where I didn't go on the Pap date, even if I just spedrun through it.

So then you get to Waterfall and Sans is there like "hey wanna go to grillbys" and i was like sure why not so we go there and my choices were fries & ketchup (so i did not get the legendary scene where he chugged a bottle of ketchup, but i sure did my second playthrough, and let me tell you, i was disgusted). But like. This whole experience at grillby's like, the whoopee cushion, him using a comb on his bald ass skull, him just fuckin unapologetically scratching his ass for no reason?? Bro i was like "why the fuck is this guy part of the Tumblr Sexymen™ group ??? He's so ????? Gross???????" and like i still have this question tbh lmao. But like. Okay so he asks you "what do you think of my bro?" And my genuine answer was "uncool" and he was like "hey man sarcasm isnt funny" and can i just mention how like inheritly manipulative sans actually is like fuck he does things like this where he throws your answer the other way a few times and Every time it actually swayed me the other way. Because right here I went. "Oh. Maybe Papyrus is better than I thought." Like holy fuck maybe i should be more aware if something like that can sway my opinion so easily LMAO.

Anyway waterfall i genuinely was very bored of the whole time. I spent like a genuine 20 minutes figuring out the puzzle where you have to talk to a wall and I actually didn't realize you could move the telescope around. What helped me solve it is my friend's advice before I played it. "Inspect everything. Even talk to walls. Trust me." And literally thats how I solved it. But pretty much everything in Waterfall otherwise bored me. I did think it was pretty though, and did enjoy reading the lore, but when it started talking about monster biology my one fear had been realized: oh god, oh fuck. My original species for my own series also has physical Souls and die by turning to dust because they're made entirely of magic. God fuck. My luck, it has to be something popular, so now everyone's gonna think I'm a ripoff. But, at the same time, I do think it helped me understand monster biology (and it helped me come up with the ULR biology) better, because I've put in a lot of thought to existence of a species that exists only by magic and a Soul (which, mine only actually have half a Soul, as a full Soul makes a being immortal, which was also similar to the boss monsters in a way). It definitely made a lot more sense for like, the skeletons n stuff for me, because like my characters are wholly shapeshifters but usually take human form, and while they have "organs" in the places humans would have them, they don't operate. They're just placeholders, because they just live with their Soul. So I've always thought the same with UT monsters, since the skelebros can live without organs, that means so do the rest of the monsters, even if they have animal-like appearances.

Off topic lmao. Back to UT. So, the Undyne fight was kind of the turning point for me. She was pissing me off so much during this whole game and like I was like "if theres another fucking part where I have to run away from her im going to scream." Well, once again, her name wasn't yellow, so I wasn't going to spare her... and, actively, I made the decision to kill her, because I didn't want to deal with her still chasing me later on in the game. It took me a long time to beat her, and when I did, I texted my friend (@cheshiregrinnbuttoneyes ) in excitment like "YES I FINALLY KILLED UNDYNE" and she texted back like "YOU DID WHAT?????" and i was like "i.... Killed Undyne????" she replies, "YOU DONT HAVE TO OMFG WHY" and im like "I DIDN'T HAVE TO?? THERE'S OTHER OPTIONS?????" and shes like "YES OMFG THAT'S LITERALLY THE PREMISE OF THE GAME" and im "WHAT."

So then. I get that call from Papyrus like. "HEY! YOU ME AND UNDYNE SHOULD HANG OUT SOMETIME!"

oh my god the guilt i felt.

alphys on undernet being like "omfg i forgot to watch undyne fight the human. ah ill ask her about it later she never loses <3"

bro. i nearly fuckin cried. i was like. Not to mention I'd gotten the crush question right for Mettaton's quiz in answering Undyne (bc i was like "plz be gay plz be gay") so it fucking cut like a knife what I'd done.

I don't remember when I let myself get passed it. But I do know that the whole story arc between Alphys and Mettaton went way over my head. Like, i know im probs the minority on this, but I adore Alphys, I have since I first met her in game, and like, when Mettaton was like "ALPHYS HAS BEEN LYING TO YOU!" i just went "...nah."

Also, I didnt like mettaton at this point, cause I thought he was being really obnoxious, and then the turn around to betray Alphys really kinda pissed me off.

But like.

Oh my god.

Remember how I said I swapped my opinion on Pap earlier bc of Sans's comment? Yeah that was a pretty fast turnaround, but it still took me a few times.

But the second i saw mettaton ex

I was like

"HIM. HE. HE'S THE ONE I LOVE."

Like, full turnaround from Undyne, I actively refused to kill him. All times I thought he was an asshole? Forgotten. Me thinking he's a selfish prick? Gone. Nada. Nothing. Pure adoration. Suddenly every flaw he had was pushed aside purely from how hot I thought he was. Also, fuckin, im really glad i played this when no one in my house was awake, because I still didn't understand the Act mechanic here, and every time you attack mettaton he has this like moan he does and im like oh my god. stop. omfg.

At the end, too, when there was the calls and everything, when he had his big turnaround, I was just so happy for him I genuinely cried. Also, I had to do his battle probably the most out of everyone's in the game (not including genocide), so when it came around to his battle during the (glitchless) speedruns i did, i was more invested in how fast I could rack up points, cause you need 10k rating points to pass, and I actually did get that before he lost his legs, but apparently he needed to lose those too before you passed lol. Unfortunate.

Anyway after Alphys talked to you and everything, i genuinely went to see if Mettaton was still there, but he wasn't :( so i just went to New Home. I was very ill prepared for the fight against Asgore and the only reason I struggled with it so much was because my only healing items were like. Something that healed like 10 or 12 hp and the snowman piece. I was LV 9 when i finished the game, so like, my HP was pretty high, but i didnt have the G to buy items, so i was pretty much fucked. Yes. I had to eat the snowman to win.

Oh speaking of terrifying shit though. Photoshop flowey? My god. I haven't been afraid of a video game boss so much since I was a little kid. It was like 3 am and i was not prepared for him to just delete my save file and then kill me on repeat, glitching and breaking everything as he pleased. Bruh i was genuinely scared. Like, not even just, "oh yikes :(" or something. Like, crying scared. Lmao im an emotional bitch by nature.

I of course had to restart from the beginning again to get the True Pacifist ending. I was very careful to never touch the Fight button literally ever. And, it actually took me a while to reset, because I hate erasing my original save files, yknow? But, well, as it turned out? While technically New Game+ by naming, resetting doesn't erase everything you did. It wasn't a new file. I was a little confused at first to be honest. Toriel saying things were familiar, remembering things I said, Papyrus and Undyne both recognizing me, like. It was unnerving.

When I got to the end, i had to look up how to get Alphys's date (since my friend told me the way to unlock TP was to go on all the dates, but Alphys's was definitely designed in mind of you turning around from New Home and going back to talk to people rather than a new reset. So after unlocking it, getting through Alphys's date (i still remember being like, verbally, "omg alphys you look so nice??" When she came out with the dress on and then had a thought to myself like... since when do i care about what people look like? since when do i compliment people? At that point, while I didn't consider myself to be a rude person, I definitely wasn't exactly all that concerned about others for anything. Sure, I cared about others' lives, but I tended to be a bit more judgemental internally, and just. Didn't really give a fuck about what people did in the most negative sense possible, unless it involved me. Yet, it rolled off my tongue like it was something id say normally to anyone. I really wonder if this is the true turning point for me this year.)

Getting to the end, with everyone cheering me on. Hoo boy. This was the start of many tears to come. Papyrus's "DO WHAT I WOULD DO! BELIEVE IN YOU!!" sticks with me the most. I wasn't surprised by Flowey's actions, but what fucking threw me for a loop was like. When Flowey was revealed as Asriel, I was genuinely jaw-drop shocked. I was like. Holy fuck. I thought he was dead. What the hell. To this day, though, i still think Hopes and Dreams hits me the hardest out of all the boss battle themes. It doesn't super bother me, bc like, difference in opinion is whatever, but like. Whenever I see Megalovania at the top of someone's ost list for Undertale I'm just... Why? Maybe it's because I'd overheard it meme'd to much before I played the game, but like, i dunno, it's not a bad song, but it's not the most emotional provoking piece for me, so it's pretty far down my list. Hopes and Dreams will still remain my #1.

I really did feel determined during this battle. I really felt a lot of emotion. I felt excited. I felt frightened. I felt ambitious. Asriel's battle is probably still the hardest for me, and yes, I'm counting genocide this time. I can't grasp his magic patterns at all, and I more so played it as a "okay, how much damage can i take? Whats his next move?" As i healed every other turn. It took me a very long time to beat him (though no 11 hours like Sans, this was more like, 2 or 3 max) and when I got to the part with the Lost Souls, most of the characters just said their "we hate you" piece and i was like "nope you're controlled" right.

But then there's Sans's "just give up. i did."

I genuinely had to stop. I set down my controller and just sat for a minute. I'd mentioned before how much I've been struggling with depression for years now, and it's at the worst it's been since high school. Maybe you'd think when I saw that, I was like "sure, maybe I should give up." But... It's really the "i did." that hit me like a rock to the stomach. While I do know a couple other people with depression, the most discussion we have with it is "haha i wanna die" kinda jokes yknow? Nothing really serious. And, well, I've always been the type to lean to fictional characters for support more than real people, since I've just been so disconnected from a lot of friends growing up and was too scared to talk about anything with my family.

So seeing someone else say "just give up. i did." hit me so fucking hard that I just started crying. I had already been in a real sappy mood cause the whole scene was so emotional as it was, even if merely the cliche of friendship will save all, y'know what? Its a good ass fuckin trope and makes me emotional lmao.

So, naturally, I was more hyperaware of Sans's implied depression from here onward. The conversations with everyone post-battle left me crying. God, so did the hug with Asriel. I was just fucking bawling.

Oh god. I didn't even mention. "Despite everything, it's still you." Another line that just hit me and I had to pause.

So admist my crying mess, I was telling my friend I'd beat Undertale again. He asks me "so... you gonna play the genocide route?" And I already had from the beginning. I always want to play every available route in a game. I see no point in paying for something and then not playing it all. I'd consider myself a completionist who doesn't ever actually finish anything lmao.

I definitely put my emotions aside for genocide. The absolute hardest kill for me was Papyrus, though. And i was absolutely fucking heartbroken when he said he still believed me as his last words. But I forced it aside. I didn't want to reset. I wanted to beat it to have it under my belt that I had. I was pretty sure the Sans battle would be here, since I hadn't heard Megalovania in the game yet, and I was aware of how hard the battle was, despite never seeing it.

Undyne's battle I'm more emotional about in retrospect than I was at the time. At the time, I didn't care, didn't like the theme much, and the dings gave me a headache. Undyne isn't exactly my favorite character (though definitely not my least favorite, that role is given to Frisk with Toriel not close behind ahdhsb im sorry), so I really wasn't concerned about it. Not to mention, I don't know why, but all of the battles I struggled with EXCEPT Undyne's I ended up liking the character more as a result. Maybe it was the dinging lmao.

Bro you shoulda seen how prepared I was for Mettaton NEO's battle to be hard as fuck. I was like sitting upright, took deep breaths before hitting fight, then when he died in one shot i just kind of "wh...what." Still very disappointed lol but I guess that's kind of the point of the genocide route.

Then came the Sans fight. As I said, I spent 11 hours on this. I genuinely didn't pay attention to what he said after a while, but I do remember the first time I read it, I was fucking terrified. Usually, sarcasm, hatred, and sass is very hard to convey through pure text, especially when it's said in the same tone as his usual talking. But the absolute harshness, the coldness, and the lack of any fucks given Sans had at that point was so plainly transparent through everything he said that it fucking scared me. Toby Fox's writing here was fantastic. I can only dream of being able to write like that. Frankly, I love his writing in general. Actually, fuck it, I love all of the artistic takes of this game. This is gonna sound weird but... The "childishness" of it just is so good. Like, there's no rules. Every socially accepted rule of art, writing, character design, speech patterns, and even basic grammar are thrown aside. He didn't just think outside of the box, there literally was no box. I call it childish only because like, children also create with no rules. They have no rules to restrict their creativity. And seeing that embraced in Undertale in every form possible just blows me away.

Anyway. The battle. It. Was hard. Thats a given. I spent about two weeks playing it on and off, and it's probably the most healthily I've treated myself in recent memory, because when it became too much for me to handle, I set it down and took a break. I would retain what I memorized and use it for the next time I picked it up. Frankly, it came to a point where every time I opened up Undertale to play, it was more just cause I wanted to see him lmao. The guy hated my existence at this point and it's not like i disacknowledged that. But it just felt like every time i opened the game... Idk. I don't know what I felt. I can tell you for sure this isn't the time when Sans started slipping into my favorite character spot over Mettaton, that didn't come until the development of Act to Flirt's first demo, which was a month or so later lmao.

I was very excited when I beat Sans.

But then, after it was over, I felt very empty.

I didn't feel good about beating genocide. I still don't. I want to play the boss battles again, cause they were really fun, despite how hard they were, but I can't bring myself to.

When I got to Chara, and everything went to black, I just wiped my save and started fresh. I think this was the first time I used the name "Willo" for anything. I just picked a random name to use, and Willo was the first thing that came to mind.

I beat neutral again many times, trying to unlock as many secrets as I could. I accidentally spent like, way too long trying to get Sans's room, because I couldn't figure out how to do it... which is when I started speedrunning the game, because I was just so used to going through it all. I timed myself once, and I got somewhere around 1:20:00 ish, which puts me at the very bottom of the NG+ Glitchless runs by like 30 minutes, but hey, it's still not too bad all things considered.

I'd started working on Act to Flirt sometime in between the speedruns. I was playing Papyrus's date again, and I had this thought of. What if Undertale... but all boss fights are instead like Papyrus's date?? I pitched the idea to my friend who was like "thats definitely been done before lol" and immediately I almost shut down the idea. But then I still had that glimmer of hope that, maybe, since I haven't made it yet, people would like my game because it was by me. Besides, quarantine was getting to me. I needed some way to spend my time. So on May 6th to May 7th, I spent the whole 24 hour period making the first proof of concept for the game, which was UI setup and Flowey's tutorial date. I hadn't made any of the art yet, so it was a black background with Flowey's undertale sprite. I originally was going to make everything more visual novel like in the sense that, so like on Papyrus's date, you could make choices like "unwrap the present" "dont unwrap the present" or "you look great" "you look terrible" and getting the ending would involve pretty much just saying the right things at the right times. But this alone was... Yknow, already done before, and part of what makes Undertale so great is that it's, despite its many outside influences, very unique in its gameplay. So I decided to make the dates more like puzzle-solving RPG's, and frankly, since doing that, I dont know if I want to go back to making other visual novels lmao.

After making the first demo and releasing it, I hit a creative funk. I wanted to make the next demo right away, but I forced myself to stop (since i was working 16+ hour days to finish it in exactly a week. I didn't eat much and i slept very little during this time too. Dont do this lmao). I didn't know if the game would be received, and frankly, I'd had many failed projects in the past due to lack of support. I lost a lot of support in the past due to the dropped projects I kept starting and quitting because I had such a small audience, and that made me lose a lot of interest and motivation to work on them. So I posted the first demo and waited. I was very shocked to have a YouTuber with over a million subs play it that weekend. Dantekris I think was her channel name. She speaks Russian, and I never understood a word she said, but I've still watched her let's plays because I enjoy seeing her reactions. I hate that YouTube keeps deleting my responses on her videos, probably because they're long and in English so it's marked as spam on a comments section full of purely Russian comments yknow. But it makes me feel like such an ass ;w;

Mairusu is the next large YouTuber who played it and my god I love seeing when he uploads a new update for my game because I genuinely have no idea what to expect from him. I don't know what it is but he's just so absolutely funny to me. He also seems to be the most common breaker of my game though. Stop making your own bugs!! I try to testplay to find the bugs he gets and it's like.... what did you do.... how did you skip that whole date im so confused thats not supposed to happen..... He accidentally skipped all of Muffet's date because of this too and hers is supposed to be the hardest in the game right now so I'm very upset by it;; i dont know how it happened, it never happens for me.

But like. I was definitely struggling a bit with the direction I wanted to take AtF. I wanted there to be a core message, like with Undertale and many other of my favorite things. When there's a core theme to write about, it makes things a lot easier to compose than if you have a plot with no meaning to it. It ties it all together for a common purpose. But, as I started diving more into the fandom around this time, finding not only it being still alive but still enormous and filled with passion.

Passion. Hm. That's familiar. That's the trait I gave the player character, rather than determination. While it was intended for giggles "haha dating game u have passion wink wonk," it started becoming more than that. It started becoming a manifestation of what I really felt upon finally soaking myself into the deep end of this pool I'd once been too afraid to step into. Passion. Everyone here is so driven by their passion for this game, the characters, its story. Everyone is so inspired and creative. That's it. That's what I wanted Act to Flirt to be.

A game made for those who have already dived deep into Undertale. A game made for those who have the same level if passion I've wittnessed. A game that someone might stumble upon, merely wanting any Undertale content they can find, and a dating sim leaves them grasping at straws, only to find it's a game instead deeply rooted in how much they care about this world and its people. You have a Soul of Passion, because your passion for Undertale brought you to this game. That's what the core message is. Every ending is supposed to depict different kinds of empathy, and True Passion shows you truly cared the most you could for all of these characters. Sans is so blocked from it because, well, how can he really believe it? "if we're really friends, you won't come back," right? But here you are. Again and again.

And Heartbreak. Whose heart is really the one breaking here? Taking the Hopes and Dreams of every single character you've grown to care for and crushing it beneath your feet... who is the one suffering in the end?

I just... I'm very excited. I've written that game with the player as the main character. Not Willo. Not Frisk. Not anybody else. You, the player, are the main character. I've honestly done a lot of looking around in the DDLC code to make this game as 4th wall breaking as I can (without like. Disrupting it as a game experience like ddlc is, with monika deleting things and stuff). Just enough to leave the player unsettled and confused. Like. "Me? Are you talking to me?" Yes. You. Directly to you.

I started sketching out designs and ideas for ULR around July. I genuinely loved Underlust after finding out about it, even though it was posed to me as an insult about the contents of Act to Flirt. I was both like "uh... Act to Flirt is nothing like this. Maybe in reversed roles at best but..." and also "okay but this? This shit is good. Thank you." But finding out it was discontinued and wanting more, well, that's when I decided to make ULR. I presented the idea to my friends, who were like "please stop making aus," and then continued onward. I told myself I wasn't going to work on it though until after I finished Act to Flirt... Then after the next demo came out... Then it turned out I was working on it too much and it resulted in me rushing my release of the 3rd demo of AtF because I'd been so distracted I was going to miss my release deadline of the end of August, before school. I... Still kinda regret that a lot. It's still very buggy. Though I hope I got them all for the next demo...

But speaking of school .... ha... Remember when i said i was going to transfer to another school? Well, I did, and for the first few weeks it was fine! Then I started skipping assignments I didn't want to do. Then I started panicking about my low grades. Then I started getting behind on assignments. Then I stopped going to classes. Then I lost all motivation to work on anything at all. I just locked myself in my room and did next to nothing with the occasional drawing here and there, for weeks. It came to the point where I was like "I just have to get through this semester, then I'll drop out." But if I ever wanted to go back to school, having all F's on my last report card would not bode well for my acceptance. Which lead to more stress. I didn't want to fail, but I also didn't have any motivation to work. I would do one assignment here or there, feel good about myself, then realize I was still months behind on work and suddenly oh god oh fuck finals are next week. And my solution? I just. Fuckin dropped out. Oh my god. It was such a relief to just get that weight off my shoulders that I'd been carrying for months on end, preventing me to do anything I wanted to work on.

Well. Then my car tires died. So that's a thing. But good news! Between commissions and gifts, I have enough money to get them replaced! I don't think I've ever like... Been so excited about that before.

And, well. Now I'm here, pretty much. God, I just went through my entire year summary, and it feels like it was both forever long but also not long at all. I don't get it. 2021 still feels like a far off future, despite the fact I'm now 5 hours into it. Yes, I spent 4 hours writing this. Whoops. Oh well. I couldn't sleep anyway, so it's not that big of a deal.

All in all though... Despite being locked inside, away from my friends, unable to talk to anyone about the things i was enjoying, and living in fear of getting sick at all ever with anything, 2020 definitely fuckin changed me for the better. It was a hellhole of a year and I'd never do it again or wish it upon my worst enemy, but I came out a better person... I think. I hope.

It seems cliche to bring back but fuck it. Undertale? My friend insists its core message was that anyone can be a good person if they just try, which I mean, it definitely probably was intended that way. But that never was the message I felt while playing it.

What lesson I took from it was "things aren't always as they seem."

Flowey betrays you immediately, but then you find out he's just the remnants of a boy who died years ago and is still grieving over the loss of his best friend, whomst, despite how much he cares for them, recognizes they weren't good to him and he'd been manipulated and used by them.

Toriel is a kind and caring woman, a still grieving mother over the loss of her children, who seems to have kindness to no end, but is actually filled with such hatred and depression that she regularly gets drunk, swears, and still, without resilience, hates her ex husband.

Sans is a playful character who is full of puns, a gross atmosphere, and decided to break physics just because he can. He's the embodiment of a comic relief character. But at the same time, he's suffering, struggling, in constant pain and worry. He's lazy, but quick on his feet. He's harmless but will kill without hesitation if need be. He's both caring and the least caring of them all.

Papyrus is like... a self-centered asshole in a way, when you first meet him. He prides himself and everything he does. Yet still, he's actually quite open and accepting and loves everyone. He loves talking with and being with other people, even if maybe sometimes he has a different interpretation of social interaction from the "norm."

Undyne comes off as cruel and deadly, such even being emphasized in many points. But, deep down, she's extremely caring for those who are close to her, and her only cruelty is dealt to those who have wronged her in some way.

Alphys is a sweet and nervous wreck who comes off as helpful and lacking a filter due to her tendency to ramble. She seems to be merely anxious due to likely social anxiety... But you eventually find out that she's a liar who merely wants to create a world to be a better place, and by doing so, she pretends all the bads do not exist.

Mettaton comes off as an absolute self-centered asshole. Like. There's no way around that. He seemingly has no regard for other people with only full intentions of helping himself. But, deep down, he actually cares a lot for other people, especially his family and friends, and just tends to get caught up in things while he's in the moment.

Muffet seems to be greedy with how much money she begs people to give her for the spiders, but, as it turns out, she's flat broke and drops no G when you beat or kill her. She merely needs the money to help the spiders.

Asgore, too, is built up to be this ruthless killer throughout the whole game, and when you finally meet him, he's an incredibly sweet guy who's only filled with regret, and because of his past decisions, has decided to put aside his hopes for the sake of his people.

I...

Didn't see any of these characters for who they really were right away. Why would I? Few of these archetypes are explored much in a lot of fiction lately, or at least what I've been consuming; and is more focused around how someone can change their flaws into something positive... Not how to accept someone for who they are, despite the wrongs they may have committed or the lives they lead. Everyone's different. Everyone's grown up differently. Everyone has a reason for what they do.

And it took me playing this game to realize such a simple concept that I probably should have learned years ago.

That's why I really think 2020 changed me for the better. I made a realization that I should have had many years ago, and it's made me a lot more confident in expressing myself, accepting people for what they do, and seeing the brighter side to everything. I say that, sitting here filled with nothing and void of all emotion whatsoever... But it's a conscious thought i have. My emotions are so weird... They're either on full blast or I feel nothing at all. But yet I have... Thoughts of what i should feel? It's weird. Idk. This is why I'm getting therapy LMAO

But yea. 2020? Fuck you. But also thank you. But mostly fuck you and good riddance lmao

#zircon rambles #a lot #lol #its very long im sorry #i spent way too long writing this too #also please don't reblog this

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Little Known Fact

There was an original version of Undead Tale I wrote back in 2017 or even late 2016 (the dates are fuzzy at best).

It was completely different in tone, writing, character designs, plot... it was basically a different story but with a similar starting point.

I felt like drawing the Sans design from that version, now called "Classic", compared to the final design, or the "True" design, as I consider the current version of Undead Tale the true, final version.

Here is the drawing, and below that will be a list of all the changes and descriptions of the differences behind a read more as to keep the post nice to see if someone just wants to look at the art (the stuff below the read more goes very in depth, be warned, it's long).

Let's start from the beginning with what changed:

Both stories start with an outbreak stemming from the lab, however,

Classic does not have the backstory of a corrupted reset corrupting the amalgamates and determinations properties. The origins in Classic were never explored.

In the True version, the origins were explored, and the reason why the world is the way it is is also explored through Before the Reset.

In Classic, Undyne fights a massive amalgamate thing in the Lab in the very beginning of the story instead of slowly easing into the events of the outbreak, which True did.

Chara was never present in Classic, and also there was no controlling force of the corrupted.

Corrupted is a term only in True, Classic doesn't have a term to refer to the infected monsters.

Both stories have Frisk fall after the initial outbreak, but Frisk in Classic falls way earlier than Frisk in True (as far as I can see, the timeline of Classic, unfortunately, is not very clear)

Classic explores the surface and humanity above during the events of the Underground. In True, the surface is only seen when Frisk falls and after monster kind escapes. Humanity in True wiped itself out with a war where the details aren't known, and won't be explored, as it's not important. In Classic, there is an outbreak similar to the Underground on the surface which causes an apocalypse.

Both stories have Sans lose an eye, though, as seen in the image, the eye is swapped. Beyond that, there are differences in the two Sans.

Classic Sans is a silently hopeful character, different from normal Sans compared to True, who is basically normal Sans but with some darker tendencies and visions of past timelines (called moments in the story).

Classic Sans lost most if not all magic ability when he was struck by Undyne, resorting to using physical weapons such as pipes or any blunt weapon.

True Sans retains most magic ability, such as teleportation, time stopping, and bones, he just can't use them as often. He does lose Gaster Blasters however, as they would take too much magical energy for him to muster normally.

Classic's outfit has a fluffy hood and a zipped up, torn hoodie, compared to True, who is normal Sans with bandages wrapped around the left side of his skull.

Classic only lost his eye, True had the whole left side of his skull horribly mangled and fractured, which is why the bandage size of both is different.

Classic only has the bandage, True also has the device strapped to his ribs that connects with his soul to amplify the healing process.

True Sans has what are called "moments", where he'll freeze up as he sees a vision of a past timeline, either consisting of the Judgement Hall or of Snowdin which get worse until reaching a turning point in the story near the halfway point. Classic has no such things.

Moving on from Sans, let's go into the other characters in general

Papyrus in Classic retains some confidence, however, he is much more broken and emotionally torn, acting out of character at points (pretty much everyone in Classic is out of character).

True Papyrus is very much like normal Papyrus, only taking things a bit more seriously and being more cautious and concerned for his friends, due to his circumstances.

Classic Papyrus has a kill count of normal monsters, True, however, does not.

Classic Papyrus and Snowdin in general are enemies of the Royal Guard, due to a plot point where Snowdin and the Royal Guard enter a conflict.

True Papyrus and Snowdin are very much allies and apart of the Royal Guard, Papyrus being ranked Lieutenant, commanding all Snowdin units.

Undyne in Classic acts very out of character with the little time she appeared in, she isn't as confident, she's a lot more cold, and attacks Sans with intent to kill.

True Undyne is like normal Undyne, and her attack against Sans was completely accidental, as she meant to attack another character named Fang for kidnapping Sans and Papyrus.

Papyrus and Undyne fight with the intent of killing one another in Classic. In True, Papyrus fights to slow Undyne down and let Sans and Frisk escapes, Undyne fights to get past him and capture/kill Frisk, attempting to pass him with every opportunity, not wanting to hurt him. In True, neither were fighting to kill.

Classic Undyne exiles herself out of shame after her battle with Papyrus in Snowdin. True Undyne remains the Captain of the Royal Guard throughout the entire story.

Classic Asgore is seen too little to really judge his character, same for Alphys. True is normal Asgore but affected by circumstances, again, same for Alphys.

Mettaton in Classic is missing, while Mettaton in True is similar to his normal self, albeit more cruel and harsh when Frisk meets him, becoming a minor antagonist before having a change of heart at the end of their fight in the CORE.

Mettaton's disappearance in Classic would've tied into a plot point, which I'll explore later on.

Classic Toriel allows monsters from Snowdin into the Ruins during the outbreak, accidentally bringing it to the Ruins. No such event happens in True.

Classic Toriel is the most in character of the cast, remaining mostly consistent with normal Toriel. True Toriel is normal Toriel until she leaves the Ruins, where circumstances and events change her.

Classic Flowey is infected very early on, True Flowey remains uninfected and even becomes the controller of the corrupted near the end. In True, he is very much normal Flowey.

Classic Frisk is more like fanon Frisk (meaning she's just a soft little pacifist who wouldn't harm a fly. Glad I didn't continue with this in True, because holy hell that would've been boring).

True Frisk is much more of her own character, she doesn't want to hurt anyone, but she won't hesitate to fight when she knows she's in danger, plus her backstory and her motivations, along with having to deal with the trauma's shes faced later on.

True Frisk also older, being 10 when she first falls and being around 13 at the end. Classic Frisk is around 8 when she falls, if I remember right.

Classic didn't go far enough into the plot for Classic Frisk to even leave the Ruins or have to face inner demons and trauma. True Frisk is very, very different.

Classic Chara doesn't even exist. True Chara is corrupted determination in it's purest form, and is a prominent antagonist, controlling the corrupted at one point.

There are characters exclusive to both version. In True, Fang, Ferno, and the entire gang Fang leads are exclusive to True.

In Classic, the exclusive characters are Artico, Stitch, Rycher (pronounced ri ker for some reason), Carly (Artico's daughter) and Ethan (Artico's son). These characters were a part of a spinoff story called "A New Monarch", which was establishing a new kingdom/rival for the Royal Guard. They would've been antagonists later on, similar to the Saviors from The Walking Dead, if memory serves me right.

Rycher and Stitch would've had been in a relationship later on.

Another exclusive character to Classic is Flynn, who is the third monster Frisk meets after Flowey and Toriel (he was an OC I made on Undertale Amino years ago, my account on which has since been deleted)

There is one more Classic exclusive character named Charlie. I go more in depth on him later.

There are more Classic exclusive characters, but they're not notable enough to go into here.

Finally moving on from characters, we go onto the plot/setting

The basic plot of Classic goes like this (I won't do the same for True, as that is very, very long, and I'd like people to read it on AO3):

The outbreak begins, Asgore is escorted from the Capital as it falls. Sans and Papyrus fight back an attack from Snowdin, and set up defenses.

A plot point arises where the weather in Snowdin becomes harsh, to the point where monsters die outside the village or flee to the Ruins. One of the monsters is bit before hand, and brings the infection into the Ruins, infecting Flowey and beginning to spread there.

Members of the Snowdin Safe Zone steal from the Royal Guard, which causes the Guard to retaliate against Snowdin and assault the town, Sans and Papyrus fighting them back, killing many. This is the fight where Sans is almost killed by Undyne, who is then almost killed by Papyrus before he rushes to get Sans to the village.

Sans loses his eye, and Undyne exiles herself.

Frisk falls later on, almost get's killed by Flowey, but is saved and taken home by Toriel. This introduces the fact that Toriel's home is now full of monster survivors and that the rest of the Ruins has fallen.

Frisk takes time to heal, and meets Flynn.

In the Capital, within areas known as "Dark Zones" (pretty much ripping off Dying Light), new infected begin appearing simply known as "Them". This leads to the death of two monsters in a short story titled "Them". In True, these would be turned into the acolytes that appear at the end.

Sans and Papyrus receive a broadcast from MTT Resort begging for help, and decide to investigate. They then go to sleep on their way, and are split up, Sans being taken to the Capital while Papyrus is captured and brought to MTT Resort (don't ask, I don't remember why or how).

Sans wakes up in the Capital on a high up roof and encounters a character named Charlie, who brings him to his group in the city hall. He teaches Sans how to survive in the capital later on.

Papyrus wakes up in MTT Resort, hung in the lobby by a rope around his neck with infected all around. He is saved by a stranger on a walkie talkie who begins to tell him what happened. He then tells Papyrus about a mysterious monster who will kill him upon sight, and then tells Papyrus to flee. Papyrus does so and returns to Snowdin.

Stitch and Rycher are brought to the cavern where the new kingdom is by Artico, meeting all the other characters listed in the "A New Monarch" section.

On the surface, an outbreak occurs (somehow, I don't remember), and soldiers move in to the city near Mount Ebott, called Sanctuary City, to save a doctor. The doctor kills himself (ripping off State of Decay: Lifeline).

Scrapped plot lines include:

Disclaimer: The details are very fuzzy at best with this, unknown/forgotten at worst

Mettaton Madness: An event where a group of monsters from Waterfall would have to contend with an army of defective Mettaton drones in the CORE. I don't remember much else about this. Maybe Mettaton would be involved? I don't know.

A plotline on the surface where a city is burning down and being pelted by meteorites or missiles (I don't remember) and a group of survivors have to escape.

Papyrus would die at some point, due to being bit. Sans would put him down. This would happen after Frisk left the Ruins.

Snowdin would fall at some point.

Undyne would have her own story about finding herself or something, I don't know, but I know I wanted to do something with her at one point.

The New Monarch and the Royal Guard would get into some conflict, maybe.

More characters would die I think, and maybe Soriel would be canon? I genuinely don't know and I don't remember. Like I said, everything about this section is fuzzy, as I didn't take notes and I don't remember half of this story anymore.

That's pretty much it.

These two stories are very, very different. If you want to know just how the True version goes, please check out the link to it on AO3. It's long, and it's actually finished compared to Classic, which is not publicly available now, but I might change that in the future. Classic won't be expanded on, and I won't write anything for it ever again. I'm not sure if I'll abandon it entirely, as I could still draw the characters from it, but in all likely hood it'll be forgotten.

True is a much better and more well written story anyway. Classic was just edgy and ripped off so many other zombie stories, and even other Undertale AU's, since it was slightly inspired by Axetale (I saw one video of it, really glad I didn't take many elements from that dumpster fire of an AU) and other fanon edgy content.

Overall, I'm proud of what I've done with the True story and I'm ecstatic to have gotten it finished and released, having people actually read it is so much fun.

I just felt like going into how Undead Tale really started, and the origins it had as an edgy Undertale story I wrote in 2016 - 2017 that really doesn't hold up at all anymore.

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keelywolfe · 5 years ago

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FIC: Appealing To Better Judgment (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary: In the aftermath of the attack, Rus has some time to himself.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

Musically Inclined

Lest You Be Judged

Solo Act

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It could more properly be called brunch than breakfast, Edge supposed, when the meal was riding on the border of noon, even if he’d started cooking closer to dawn.

That was when he’d left Rus and Red alone in their wide bed, too agitated to sleep any longer and not needing as much rest as they did besides. Edge dressed in silence, coming out to the kitchen. He put on his apron without even a recipe in mind and simply started cooking, infusing each dish with as much healing magic as it could take.

None of them had eaten since yesterday morning and Edge suspected when Rus woke, he’d need food and healing both, as much as Edge could coax into him.

Edge made plenty, choosing both sweet and savory. Red would eat anything that was put in front of him and Edge wasn’t sure what Rus might want so it was best to be prepared. Batter for waffles was chilling in the refrigerator and a hearty soup made with homemade noodles simmered on the back of the stove. Hot rice was waiting in the cooker, needing only a raw egg vigorously stirred into it until the grains were glossy and a splash of soy sauce.

To finish was a plate of small fluffy cakes ready to be drizzled with honey, each topping with a variety of fresh fruit. All of it delectable, an attempt to temper nutrition with treats that might entice Rus when his appetite might be lagging. He needed to eat but his desire for food sometimes ebbed after a long possession, leaving him picking listlessly at his plate.

That was something Edge was trying to avoid today by offering plenty of options. What Rus needed was plenty of food, rich with healing magic and not only Rus. Red would be worn out yet from the expending so much magic yesterday in the attack and then spending the night dealing with Rus’s helpless demands. Edge already ate, shoring up his own reserves for anything that might be required of him; food, protection, comfort, even more sex.

He couldn’t keep the world outside away forever, but he could give them this.

There was no way to tell how Rus would be when he woke. Edge didn’t have a measure for anything like the last day. In his experience, the Judge only manifested fully for a Judgement. Truthfully, Edge did not know what standards needed met to call for a one, but couldn’t be as simple as trying to murder the vessel or else other Judges would have done the same during past assassination attempts. Not every crime called for a Judgement and even with all Edge’s training and time as Chosen, he’d never heard of a Judgement happening outside the hall, whether it was in New Home or the modified corner office in the Embassy

He’d certainly never heard of the Judge fucking their Chosen. None of his teachings indicated that would even be a possibility and the memory of being pressed against the elevator wall, of the Judge staring at him, through him, their gaze plunging into the depths of his soul, the surge of power as he was taken—

Edge shook the memory away, focusing on giving the simmering soup a stir. It was over and right now Rus needed him just as much as he had the night before, if for very different reasons. Now was the time for Rus to recover and regain his physical strength before the Judge needed to manifest again. Edge was far less worried about being fucked against a wall than he was at Rus’s appearance early this morning. Even asleep he’d seemed fragile, his pale bones chalky rather than luminescent in the darkness of their room and his physical energy drained even as his magic levels slowly rose yet again.

An unexpected knock at their door made Edge’s own magic flare unconsciously. Yesterday’s attack left his instincts raw and ready, but there were passing few Monsters who had the clearance to even exit the elevator at their floor, much less make it through all the security Checkpoints

A glance at the cameras showed the Queen waiting, her own guards standing a fair distance back. Unacceptable; he should have had warning that they were approaching long before they ever made it to the door. That was a discussion to have with Red when he awoke.

That did not change the fact that she was here and there were very few reasons she might come directly to their door. Almost, Edge wanted to scream at the unfairness of it, to stamp his foot like a child and refuse to open to her. Rus wasn’t ready, he was exhausted, he needed his rest and another manifestation right now might—

But Rus knew what was expected of him; he’d made his vows and so had Edge. He wouldn’t thank Edge for keeping Toriel away, would likely be furious with him for overstepping. Rus could not be held back when he didn’t wish it and neither could the Judge.

It was a poor satire, Edge supposed, that after spending most of his life eager to join the guard, to protect the Judge and King, that he would be here now, wishing in the privacy of his own thoughts for a chance to steal Rus away, to keep him from anyone but Red and himself. Ridiculous, unworthy thoughts for any guard, much less a Chosen. Even if there were a way for him to secret Rus out of the building, his love would never agree to go with him and neither would Red. His brother would likely be deeply disgusted at the very idea of it.

Edge couldn’t steal Rus away, couldn’t selfishly keep Rus for him and Red alone. He couldn’t.

All he could do was open the door.

Edge bowed to the Queen even as he kept a wary eye on her entourage. “Can I help you, your Highness?”

Her smile was gentle, wry, and Toriel could not read a Monster’s soul, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t tell what was on one’s mind. “Good morning. I’m not here about a Judgement, I only wanted to speak with you about yesterday, Edge.”

Edge did not allow even a flicker of his relief to show on his face. “Come in, your Highness.”

Her team made no attempt to follow as she stepped over the threshold and the moment the door was closed, she asked without preamble, “How is Rus?”

“He’s sleeping right now,” Edge said. He headed back to the kitchen to make sure nothing would burn without his attention, gesturing the Queen to their sitting area. “I can’t begin to conjecture about his state of mind, but his body is exhausted.”

Toriel nodded. “I won’t ask you to wake him,” she sighed heavily and sat. The sofas were large enough even for her bulk and Edge deliberately did not think of having Rus lovely and naked in his lap not two days ago in the very spot she chose. “I’m quite sure he needs all the rest he can get.”

“I would agree.” Edge reached for the kettle. “Would you like some tea, your Highness?"

"Do you have anything stronger?"

It was unexpected and Edge only hesitated briefly, "We do." His brother kept a small stash of liquor for the rare indulgence. Rus never drank, saying that his head whirled enough. He did occasionally steal a sip from Red’s glass, saying he missed it sometimes, his days of overindulgence from Before.

Edge dug the bottle out from one of the cabinets, bringing it and a pair of glasses to the coffee table. Toriel took the bottle, pouring out a splash of the dark brown liquid into both without so much as examining the label. She tossed it back, grimacing, then poured herself another. “Two of the guard are dead,” she said. “The healers are still working on another. He may yet survive, if the Angel wills it.” She looked up from her glass. “Will you tell him?

“If he asks.” And if he didn’t, Edge would hold that information until he dusted.

She nodded wearily. “They’re getting bolder.”

“Yes.” This was the third attack in as many months and the closest yet to Rus. The guard was spread thin and their ranks might well be compromised. It was incredibly frustrating and even more humiliating to come to the surface world and discover that the danger was not from the Humans but from their own kind.

Curious that while not all of the dissidents from the previous attacks died in the attempt, none of them had been Judged. The Queen could call for a Judgement on anyone, it was her right, and Edge wondered briefly why she hadn’t. She’d not asked for the Judge for those who initiated the last attack and instead called for their execution immediately after what Edge could only assume was a very thorough interrogation. Edge also hadn’t been called for, but his brother had, and the night after his return, Red spent an inordinate amount of time between Rus’s thighs, riding him until he was hoarse from pleading and Red’s shoulder blades were a mess of fine scratches from Rus scrabbling to hold on.

Toriel took another swallow from her glass, staring into the depths as she said, softly, “I must confess, I would have given almost anything for Rus to not have been Chosen as Judge. To be honest, I would never have expected it to be him, not after his brother.” She swirled the remaining liquor in her glass. “It’s so uncommon for more than one member of a family to be Chosen, but here was Rus and then you and your brother came right after.” She looked up, meeting Edge’s gaze pensively. “There was always a preference for skeletons in both Judges and Guards. Your kind is strong and there are so few of you now. Perhaps with your numbers so low, there were few options.”

Her regard made Edge shift uncomfortably. He had no desire for the Queen’s confidence outside of how it affected Rus. Skeleton Monsters were few, it was true, and fewer still who could be in the guard. “Speaking of skeletons, how is Blue?”

If Toriel had an issue with the subject change, she didn’t show it. “He’s doing well,” Toriel said, “all things considered. He has a house of his own now in the Refuge with the others who don’t want to live in Ebott proper. Since he’s left the guard, he’s taken up gardening. His flowers are quite lovely.”

"Rus misses him." Edge only knew Blue only by reputation, a former guard and Chosen. He’d survived the coup, but not unscathed. Edge saw him once in the direct aftermath of it all, when he came into the throne room with his unit to cough on the dust still heavy in the air. Blue was one of the few still alive, or at least what was left of him.

Rus spoke of him, not often, but when he did it was always with a certain desperate longing that Edge understood all too well. When Red joined the guard, he’d been alone for close to two years before being able to join himself and then in only a few short months, he’d been Chosen alongside him. He and his brother would never be apart in life again. Unlike Rus and Blue.

“I know,” Toriel said. Her gaze was very nearly admonishing, whether it was for that comment or simply asking about Blue at all. “But a former Chosen can’t be reunited with the current Judge, you know that.”

“I do,” Edge said stiffly, resisting the urge to snarl that he hardly needed a lecture on etiquette from her. He abided by the laws of the Chosen daily, from the moment he woke until the time he drew Rus back into their shared bed at night, no matter how he felt about them.

She went on, obliviously, “Rus should take comfort in the fact Blue survived at all. None of the others did, including the Judge themselves.”

That felt entirely too much like a scolding, making Edge bristle. Rus did take comfort in it, but he should be allowed to miss his fucking brother. He’d lost him once to the guard and then again when he himself was chosen as Judge. In two years, the only and last time Rus saw his brother was in the hospital before he regained consciousness. By the next day, the last host succumbed to their injuries and Rus woke in the morning an entirely different person than the one who’d lain down for what he thought was only a night’s sleep.

Something of his irritation must have shown on his face. Toriel’s expression softened, “I’m sorry if that seems cold, my memory of the event is not a pleasant one, particularly with the ripples of the repercussions are still effecting us.”

That was undeniably true. Some still blame the Judge for betraying Asgore, dissidents who thought that war with the Humans was the only path and that Toriel was a traitor to the crown.

They were fools, all of them. They were the true traitors, not to the crown, but to the Angel herself. The true loyalty of the Judge was to the Angel and the Maker, not any ruler, and if They chose Toriel as their leader, then she was the rightful heir to the throne. Those Monsters, those so-called Acolytes of Asgore were the ones who strayed from the path and Edge would see them all as dust before they could lay a finger on the hem of Rus’s robes.

That was a promise he made to the Angel and to himself, sworn on his own soul.

Toriel heaved herself to her feet, setting her empty glass next to the bottle. “I doubt the warning is necessary, but you and your brother should have a care the next few weeks. Things will get worse before they’re better, I think. I can feel it in my soul.”

“Of course, your Highness,” Edge said crisply. He started for the door even before she did, more than ready for her to leave their home. Their sanctuary, such as it was.

There was a certain sadness to her smile, but she obeyed his unspoken demand and followed him to the door. “Let him know I stopped by?” she asked, quietly. “I miss my friend.”

“I will,” Edge agreed, and he would. But perhaps tomorrow, once Rus was more himself and no other.

He secured the door behind her, watching on the security feed until she and her entourage made their way back to the elevators. Then he walked back up the table to pick up the other glass and swallowed it down. The burn of expensive whiskey was no different to him than cheap moonshine, both were equally foul, but he needed something to steady his agitated nerves.

“is she gone?”

Edge turned around to find Rus peeked out from around the corner to the hallway that led to their bedroom, all wide eye lights and worry. The sight of him, healthy and alive, was more settling then any liquor could possibly be.

“Yes,” Edge said gently, “It’s safe.” He held out a hand to his love, even as he scolded lightly, “You should still be sleeping.”

Rus slipped around the corner and Edge sighed in fond irritation to see he was in his bare feet on the cold floor. His feet weren’t the only part of him bare, he was only wearing one of Edge’s button-ups, shamelessly hanging open overtop his bones and managing to be simultaneously too big for his shoulders and too small for his height. The hem skirted around his pelvis tantalizingly, alternatively baring and concealing. Edge never left his clothes on the floor which meant Rus had to bypass his own clothing to get it from the closet. Comfort clothes, Rus told him once, wearing Edge’s clothes felt like being held in his arms. That and Rus knew that Edge liked to see him in them, deliberately showing off both his nakedness and Edge’s claim to him like the brat that he was.

He caught Rus around the hips and dragged him down onto one of the sofas, the one Toriel hadn’t been sitting on. Rus snuggled in happily, drawing up his legs as he curled up against Edge.

“couldn’t sleep anymore,” Rus admitted. “red is taking up the whole bed. think he grows overnight, like one of those damn chia pets.”

“He does spread out an incredible amount for how short he is,” Edge agreed. Better to let Red sleep. Rus was often very needy after a manifestation and Red would need all the energy he could get. “How long were you standing there?”

Rus grimaced, fleeting shame crossing his face. "long enough. sorry i didn't come out sooner."

Edge only pressed a light kiss against the slight nodule of his nasal ridge, rubbing a gentle hand up the length of Rus’s spine. He could feel every intricate joint through the thin layer of linen. "It's my duty to protect you from all things, even nosy friends."

A sniff of Rus’s jawline carried with it a soapy clean scent instead of sleep-sweat. Rus was fresh from the shower, and Edge frowned inwardly, discretely checking him. His magic level was stable which meant that unless he'd persuaded Red into some hasty activity he'd likely masturbated in the shower. Not that Edge had a problem with that; he even enjoyed watching if Rus was in one of his fey mood, his own desire a burning flame as Rus taunted them, shuddering from one orgasm to the next while refusing them a chance to touch.

But Edge suspected it wasn't a desire for personal attention that drove Rus to it and more his altruistic nature, and that was more than a little frustrating. It wasn’t Rus’s duty to worry about them, no matter how warming it was. He’d thought them long past the point of Rus hiding his needs.

No matter. Rus was here now and if he needed anything else today, Edge was more than capable of serving.

Until then there were other needs that should be addressed. “You should eat.”

For blessed once, Rus nodded agreeably, “okay, edgelord, what’ve you got for me?”

Much as it pained him to pull away, Edge drew from Rus’s hold and settled for shaking out a blanket to wrap around his slender shoulders. “Hold on and I’ll bring a tray.”

It was the work of moments to take out the waffle batter and pour a serving into the waiting iron. He ladled out a bowl of the soup as he waited for the waffle to cook, adding a small plate of the cakes after drizzling them with honey as golden as Rus’s magic, though not as sweet and that was something he told Rus often to see that same shade bloom in his cheek bones like wildflowers. The rice he left for now; that was more of Red’s preference. The waffle was added to the plate still steaming hot, doused thoroughly in syrup and a dollop of whipped butter melting into the crevices.

Rus stared as he carried the heavy tray over to the coffee table, laughing nervously, “that looks great, babe, but how hungry do you think i am?”

“What I think is that if you eat even two bites from each dish, I will be happy,” Edge retorted. He nudged the whiskey bottle aside and set the tray in front of Rus.

“i do like making you happy,” Rus murmured. He picked up a fork and it hovered over the plates indecisively. Then it sagged without touching a thing, Rus glancing up at Edge. “um. could you maybe…will you hold me while i eat?”

After all this time, it still stung that Rus was afraid to ask for what he needed. But those doubts weren’t for Edge, he knew, and Rus was always more uncertain after a long night of needing to be fucked, so wary of crossing a line that for Edge simply did not exist. The irony of someone like Rus being Chosen as the Judge always made Edge wonder sourly about the divine sense of humor. He leaned down and pressed a kiss against Rus’s skull, breathing in his sweetness as he murmured, “Of course.”

Edge moved to sit behind Rus, his legs on either side of him, pulling him back against his chest even as he urged Rus to scoot forward, closer to the filled plates. That empty fork finally settled on the waffle, cutting through the crisp exterior to the softness within, revealing a smear of melting chocolate chips.

It took three bites before Rus offered one to Edge, catching a dribble of buttery syrup with the tip of his tongue as he gestured with the fork at Edge. “y’wanna bite?”

Hiding his distaste, Edge leaned in and carefully took the syrup-soaked bite, trying not to gag as his formed tongue cramped at the overwhelming sweetness. In his arms, Rus quivered in poorly disguised laughter that turned into a squeal as Edge poked his fingers into Rus’s ribs, squirming them ticklishly.

“You are taking advantage of my giving nature,” Edge growled teasingly, then hugged him close, "How is your head?”

“bet’r,” Rus swallowed around his current mouthful. “better. takes a little while for it to all sink in. two manifestations in one week leaves me jittery, i guess.”

"That's one way of putting it."

Rus pushed the waffles aside and picked up a spoon. He stirred the soup, noodles and vegetables rising to the surface, but he didn’t take a bite. “i’m starting to remember more,” Rus admitted softly. “yesterday, sans came out. while they were…” Rus’s voice faltered briefly then firmed, “while they were fucking red.”

There was no point in denying it. Edge tightened his arms around Rus. “Yes.”

He nodded a little, his head lowered as he whispered, “is red…do you think he's okay?”

“He’s fine, love.” It wasn’t quite a lie. Whatever emotions Red felt from that manifestation, it hadn’t shown in the aftermath and his brother was vanishingly unlikely to allow it to affect him, either in his treatment of Rus or his duties. That was as close to fine as any of them could ask.

Rus swallowed hard, his voice as soft as a confession, “i didn’t mean to hurt him like that.”

An unpleasant thought occurred, and Edge asked it, baldly, “Are you worrying he doesn’t love you? Because if so—"

Rus shifted, turning in Edge’s arms and his expression was of such aghast surprise that it made Edge weak with relief. “no, of course not. that’s…no.” Rus said, firmly. “i might have sans's essence, but i know red loves me." He sighed, moving to rest his head against Edge’s chest, surely to keep from having to look at him. "but. red did join the guard hoping to get chosen by sans, i know that. he would have, too, if there'd been time. sans liked variety, he picked new chosen all the time, even my own brother—”

He choked, faltering, and Edge only pulled him closer, urging him on silently, “is it wrong that i’m glad he wasn't?” Rus asked. His voice was achingly timid. “if he was sans's chosen, then he couldn’t be mine. i know it’s selfish—"

“No,” Edge soothed. He cupped Rus’s skull in his bare hand, careful to keep his sharpened fingertips from grazing the pristine bone. “No, it’s not selfish, not at all. It only means you love him, the same as he and I love you.”

The very idea of not having Red with them was despicable, horrifying. To Edge’s mind, Sans had plenty of Chosen during his tenure. Rus only Chose two and wanted no other and for that, Edge felt only a wealth of gratitude. The thought that a stranger might have been Chosen along with him instead of Red, a stranger who would be not only allowed but required to touch Rus’s delicate bones, to have their mouth on him, tasting his sweetness, to fuck him and listen as he begged. Edge would have been forced to endure it, they both would.

They sat in silence and Edge slipped a hand beneath Rus’s shirt, petting his bare bones soothingly, seeking only to comfort and not entice. In slow increments Rus relaxed against him, settling against him more comfortably and Edge was tempted to leave things as they were. He could urge Rus back to his plate, cajole and bully a few more bites into him and then perhaps coax him into another nap.

Tempting, but there was a question that needed asking and if Edge didn’t bring it up now, it would be all the easier to let it slide and never ask it at all. And it needed asked, if only for his own soul. Edge closed his sockets, tasting regret as he asked, “Rus, this isn't the first attack we've stopped. But it's the first time the Judge surfaced during one. Why this time, why now? Do you know?"

Immediately, Rus said, “they were going to hurt you and red.”

That was not the answer Edge wanted and it was the one he dreaded most. “Our duty is to protect you, not the other way around.”

“that’s your opinion.” Rus said sullenly. He drew back enough to look Edge in the face, all hostile glares. There was a stirring in the air, like static dancing over them, prickling at their bones and glinting in Rus’s eye lights. “you’re Chosen for us, like so many others, and yet,” Rus voice dropped faintly into a strange echoing whisper, "we've Chosen so many and none of Them ever made Us Feel as you Two Do. In A Thousand Years, None Of Them Ever Loved Us So Deeply In Return."

Rus’s pale eye lights flickered, gleaming indescribably brighter. Then he blinked, his gaze clearing. He glanced around, confused, "i'm sorry, what was i saying?"

"Nothing, love," Edge said. Shaken as he was, he didn’t allow any of it in his voice, saying only, “Come on now, eat up for me.”

Rus seemed doubtful but didn’t press. He managed a few bites of soup and half of one of the cakes before pushing the tray away with a sigh. It was more than Edge hoped for and when he Checked Rus, his HP was steady. He didn’t need the Check to know Rus’s magic levels were rising, Edge could smell it, heavy in the air, that syrupy thickness sweeter than any cakes.

Physically Rus was exhausted, but his magic continued building up relentlessly and it wouldn’t wait for a nap before needing relieved.

Rus knew it as well, sighing impatiently. "all i wanted was to hold you.”

"I know," Edge soothed. He kept his touch light, fingertips tracing the glossy smoothness of ribs. "It'll be all right, love, your magic is always more lively after a manifestation. In a day or two, it will be settled. You know that.” There was another unmentioned benefit. If nothing else, sex also kept Rus’s thoughts from wandering, sifting through memories he didn't need to look at, like picking at an irritating scab. It was difficult to fret when one was hazed with ecstasy and that was a fact.

Not that Rus seemed in any position to appreciate that. He mumbled out a subdued, “yeah.” Pulled out of Edge’s arms to sit in the corner of the sofa, spreading his bare femurs and summoning his cunt. The glistening lips were puffy and swollen, recently used and poorly at that.

Edge frowned inwardly but chose not to call Rus on it. Not now, when his emotions were teetering like a cup on a table ledge, ready to topple and pour his melancholy over them all.

Instead, he ducked his head and ran his tongue gently along the delicate slit. He did not miss Rus’s flinch despite his care. Rus was sore then and that right there was Edge’s issue with him taking care of himself. Rus could be too rough on his own, trying to get it over with even though some things shouldn’t be rushed

Some day they were going to spend some quality time together with Edge directing him, but not now. For now, his magic needed relieved without causing his love any more pain.

Edge considered, rubbing his thumbs down the smooth bone that ran along the insides of Rus’s femurs. “Would you be comfortable forming your cock?”

Rus startled, his sockets widening briefly, then he cringed into himself and nodded. That was the opposite of what Edge wished to see and he crawled up the length of Rus body to kiss him gently, drawing him back out before he told Rus, "No is a complete answer, love, you don't have to.”

His chin wobbled, but Rus’s nod was firm, "yeah, no, i can. but i don't want to—” He gestured awkwardly, frustrated as he stumbled over the words that he couldn’t seem to form. That was all right, Edge didn’t need him to say it.

"I'm not asking you to fuck me," Edge told him quietly.

Rus nodded shakily. He closed his sockets, face tightening as he struggled to exchange his pussy for his cock. The transformation was a difficult one, sweat forming on Rus’s skull, trickling down, and almost, Edge asked him to stop, ready to make do with what they had.

But finally Rus’s cock coalesced into existence at his pubic mound. Edge stared, fascinated. It had been inside him, but he'd never seen it. Smaller than his imaginings, the shaft had seemed enormous while the Judge was fucking him, stretching his walls with agonizing pleasure. Instead, this cock was long and slender, much like Rus himself, the same honey-tinted ectoflesh as his pussy. It curved up towards Rus’s abdominal cavity, tautly hard beneath his hand as Edge reached out to curl his fingers around it. Rus groaned as Edge gave it a light stroke, moving to gently push back the foreskin and reveal the rounded head, fondling the sensitive ridge beneath it. Whatever Rus’s uncertainties, his cock knew what it wanted. Golden magic beaded at the tip, glossy wet and begging to be licked away.

Edge’s mouth watered, eager to taste, but he swallowed the pseudosaliva away, looking up into Rus’s lovely, flushed face as he asked, "Is this all right?"

He waited only long enough for Rus to give a shaky nod and then fell hungrily upon him.

The taste was different than Rus’s pussy, unexpectedly potent and the sweetness was tainted with an underlying bitterness. It was delicious and Edge groaned around the length filling his mouth, working his tongue against the shaft, seeking more.

It had been a long time since he’d done this, not since his training days back in the barracks. Back then this had been nothing more than another exercise, a chore that might be required of him if he were ever Chosen and he’d endured learning it the same as he did the morning drills.

For Rus, he wanted nothing more than to overwhelm him with pleasure, a chance to show to him that this could be as good as being fucked. Those long-ago lessons came back to him in blurts of memory coupled with common sense. To be cautious of his jaggedly sharp teeth, that didn’t change no matter what equipment Edge went down on. Making sure to keep the heated, plush magic of his mouth wet and slippery to allow the shaft to slide easily. Bobbing his head in slow, luxurious movements, winding his tongue around the length and swallowing deeply to let the head of the shaft bump chokingly deep into his throat.

Above him, Rus cried out, shrill and shocked, and way he moved, his fingers scrabbling over Edge’s skull, suggested he wasn't entirely comfortable with it. Reluctantly, Edge pulled off, licking the lingering sticky-sweetness from his teeth as he said, "Love, we don't need to—"

"i know,” Rus panted. His entire face was glowing with a hectic flush, his eye lights bright and wild. His slim hands fluttered indecisively, phalanges clicking softly together, “i know, don’t stop, keep going, please!"

Instead, Edge ran the tip of his tongue up the length of the shaft, watching that light touch crackle in Rus’s eye lights. Rus’s hands fisted, trembling against the sofa cushion as he struggled not to touch when Edge did it again, lapping away the renewed surge of sweetly-bitter fluid leaking from the tip. Edge let his breath touch that wet skin, damp and hot, as he murmured solicitously, “Would it be better if I held you down?”

It was an answer he already knew. Rus enjoyed being tied up well enough but for one of them to hold him down nearly sent him into a frenzy, sputtering out wordless cries as he struggled and begged. His love would never admit it in so many words, he was usually too mortified to even ask for it, but he and Red drew the truth from him over time with mouths and hands. Rus didn’t want to give up his control, he wanted it to be taken, and that his cock pulsed at the mere mention of being held down was a fair sign that still held true.

Edge only let his mouth curve smugly as Rus looked away, his blush deepened to a true orange as he muttered, “shut up.”

“Love, I didn’t say a word.”

And he didn’t, only took hold of Rus’s wrists and pinned them firmly to either side of him on the sofa cushions. Rus struggled briefly in his grip, trying fruitlessly to twist free and when he couldn’t, he sank back, panting, each word couched in a whine as he pleaded, “please, c’mon, i can’t…i need it, please!”

Through the open shirt, his soul was manifesting, already slick with thick silvery fluid, fat droplets on the verge of falling. His magic levels were getting painfully high then and Edge didn’t waste another moment, ducking his head and taking Rus’s cock in again deeply, sucking hard.

The shaft throbbed suddenly in his mouth, pulsing, and the abrupt spill of thick, hot seed at the back of his throat nearly made him choke. Edge struggled to swallow it down, taking Rus as deeply as he could, his nasal ridge pressed tight to his pubic bone. Rus was squirming and sobbing, fighting against Edge’s grip even as he came hotly down his throat. He whimpered out a feeble protest as Edge pulled off, only to let out a near scream as he lapped his way lower instead, following the smoothness of the ectoflesh back to find the tight pucker of his ass. He licked up the cleft and back down, pressed the narrow tip of his tongue against it, breaching that furled hole and forcing his slippery tongue in deep. It was so tight, clenching around the flexible length of his tongue, and for a moment Edge lost himself in it, muffling his own guttural cries into the generous curves of overheated ectoflesh, imagining that tightness around his own cock, thrusting inside and jerking Rus off with his other hand or better, Red sucking him off, his mouth tight around slender length of Rus’s shaft, grunting out his own satisfaction in deep gurgles as they gave their lover pleasure from both sides.

Beneath his eager mouth, Rus convulsed, his hips jerking so hard he nearly sent Edge to the floor and his bony knees clattering against the sides of Edge’s skull as he came again, crying out in desperate ecstasy.

By the time Edge reluctantly drew away, Rus was shivering with exhaustion, pulling weakly at Edge’s shirt. Edge let go of Rus’s wrists and followed that upward tug, but not before glimpsing the pretty bracelets of deep orange bruises he’d left behind to fuss over later.

“please, fuck me now,” Rus begged. Bright tears were streaming down his face and dripping down, swirling into the splatters of silver left by his leaking soul like creamer into coffee. “i want you inside me.”

His pussy all but snapped back into place, soaked and eager, the narrow passage clenching visibly, and Edge almost fell between his legs. His hands were shaking, need tangled with desperation as he took Rus’s mouth fiercely, shoving his tongue between his teeth to share his own dark, sweet taste. Edge reached down to fumble open his pants, guiding his cock between those swollen, drenched lips and started pushing in. Rus cried out, the sound lost within their kiss, his fingers digging into Edge’s shoulders through his shirt as Edge forced his cock deep, riding the slickness of his pussy and driving into Rus’s pliant body in a brutal rhythm.

Neither of them were going to last. Rus was nearly sobbing in his pleasure at each vicious thrust, squirming as he reached between them. Not for his clit as Edge first thought but into his own abdominal cavity and Edge strangled out a disgraceful sound as Rus squeezed his cock through the thin sheath of his own magic with both hands. There was no holding back after that, relentlessly driving into Rus’s pussy and grip as one, and every thrust came with a slick, obscene sound, matched by the desperate cries gurgling through Rus’s clenched teeth.

Edge’s grunt caught in his throat as he came, glottal and thick, and he watched greedily through narrowed sockets as his magic filled Rus, glistening crimson flowing inside of him, staining him with his claim. His sockets clenched shut without Edge’s permission, unable to bear the wracking pleasure of it as he shook and jerked, unbearable ecstasy shaking him to his very core.

He collapsed, sagging down on Rus even as he struggled to keep the bulk of his weight on his elbows to keep from crushing him into the cushions. Even so, Rus only clung to him, breathless beneath Edge’s weight while refusing to let him go.

His wits were still scattered to the four corners of the room when clapping from behind them, mockingly polite. “nice show, gonna have an encore?”

They turned as one to see Red leaned against the wall dressed only in his shorts. His joints were lit with deep scarlet, matching the burning of his eye lights and his grin was a slash across his face, wide and eager.

"You're late, brother,” Edge panted, struggling out from between Rus’s legs. The hitched sound Rus made as he withdrew sent a pulse of regretful guilt through his soul, but there was nothing for it. As he pulled out, crimson oozed from between Rus’s pussy lips, staining the sofa cushion beneath him that was already streaked orange and silver and Edge did not care. He rolled over to face his brother instead, asking with mocking sweetness, “Finally decided to wake up after I already wore him out?”

Red snorted. “ain’t a sinner or saint who could sleep through that racket and i ain’t either.” His crimson gaze moved over them greedily. “but he do look tired. trying to win a marathon on his belly?”

“i’m not that worn out,” Rus grumbled, the words belied by the way he struggled to sit up, his limbs wobbly and disobedient. “if you want to give it, i can take it.”

Red’s gaze dropped and Edge knew he was taking in those swollen pussy lips, like bruised petals surrounding a battered flower. He flicked an accusing glance at Edge who could only flush guiltily, but that annoyed gaze didn’t linger, went straight back to Rus as he said, smoothly, “honey love, you know i never like to turn down a chance to give it to you good—"

“your pillow talk could use some work, short stuff,” Rus snorted.

“i’ll work on it when we get some pillows out here,” Red blithely continued even as he prowled closer to the sofa. “anyway, love to nail you good, honey, but my magic ain’t quite up to it. i might be a little prick but i ain’t interested in using one.”

It was a reasonable excuse, one that Rus might even believe, particularly when Red lifted a hand, waggling his fingers teasingly. “mind if we take the scenic route?”

“any road trip with you is bound to be interesting,” Rus wriggled back into the cushions, dragging his own fingers across his spread femurs and smearing the colorful array of fluids across his lovely bones. “better get in the driver’s seat.”

Edge shifted back, easing away to sit in the other corner of the sofa, already anticipating a remarkably interesting show as Red crawled up onto the sofa.

Then he was clawing uneven holes into the cushions, a ragged, shocked cry escaping him because instead of joining Rus, Red swooped in to lick at Edge’s softened cock, his hot mouth startlingly gentle on the soft organ. It might even have been considered soothing if it weren't his brother's mouth on him. Edge jerked convulsively, unable to pull away and only able to lie there watching in sheer disbelief as his brother mouthed him. There was a brief moment of suction, the warning prickle of jagged teeth and then as quickly as he pounced, Red pulled away, licking away smears of honey-gold and red from his teeth with a lascivious tongue.

"sorry, bro,” Red purred, low and gravely as a stray tomcat. “you needed a little cleaning too. didn't want any of that honey to go to waste.”

Edge said nothing, staring speechlessly at his brother before his eye lights flicked to Rus who was watching wide sockets. Rus squeezed his sockets shut, shivering deeply and clenching his thighs together, bones rattling as he quivered, and a low cry hissed out between his newly clenched teeth.

“Did you just come?” Edge demanded in disbelief. If so, he was honestly impressed by it; to come untouched and not even on the heels of the last orgasm was delightfully needy, even considering what set Rus off.

Honey-gold color bloomed across Rus’s entire face like wildfire. He tried cover it with both his hands, but skeletal fingers were hardly a barrier. His joints were already lit with renewed arousal and he drew his knees together, but it didn’t hide the generous rush of golden dampness slicking his inner thighs.

Red's grin widened, tongue lolling eagerly out. "hm, looks like i better get to drivin'."

Edge only swallowed hard, sinking back to watch as his brother ran a gentle finger up softly bruised folds that were colorfully tinted with Edge’s come. Rus’s hands fell away from his face, revealing sockets sank to half-mast as he arched, stuttering out a ragged cry and if Edge ended up with his own hand back on his achingly hard cock, jerking himself off and coming in hot spurts into the cup of his own hand as he watched them together, he had no one to blame but himself for not joining them.

He sat there watching them, watched as Rus’s eye lights hazed in ecstasy, watched as Red’s tongue pushed between swollen pussy lips again and again, until he’d licked away all of Edge’s come and there was only the sticky gold slipping from Rus’s entrance in shining wet droplets. Edge watched as Rus’s magic finally dropped to acceptable levels and he sagged back, exhausted, all but clutching Red to his chest when he crawled up to lay tiredly next to Rus, the both of them falling trustingly into sleep with Edge’s gaze still upon them.

He only moved to cover them with a soft blanket, tucking it around their bare, damp bones and when Rus began to whimper in his sleep, trembling, Edge sat next to them, gently petting the delicate curve of Rus’s skull, whispering to him that it was all right, that he was safe.

Red slept on obliviously, even as Edge cupped his skull in his other hand, a hand on each of them. He kept his touch light, gentle, fighting off the urge to pull them both fiercely into his arms, to never let them go.

I would take you both away from here, if I could. An unwelcome, useless thought and Edge dismissed it ruthlessly. He was no traitor to the crown or to the Angel, he was Chosen and here was where he belonged, watching over them.

Keeping them safe, from anything at all.

-fin

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#fontcest #keelywolfe #underfell papyrus #underfell sans #underswap papyrus #underswap #underfell #lemony goodness #papcest #spicyhoney #honeymustard #spicyhoneymustard #bodyguard au

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dadster-and-skelesons · 4 years ago

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Aftermath//Underswap Drabble

((it got super long so I put it under the cut. as a small preface, his wife is named after the font called peach sundress.))

It was weeks since he saw the boys. Every night he lay awake, wondering if they were okay. Things were getting worse and worse. First his wife cheated with not one, not two, but several men, when Gaster had been nothing but loving and loyal to her and their sons. Then when she declared about wanting a divorce she had the nerve to accuse him of abusing their sons! Just to get custody of them!

Orange and blue eye lights glanced at the clock. It was late, but it would probably be another sleepless night. But the ruling of the investigation was tomorrow. He had to be ready. He’d already shown how well he cared for the boys and how capable he was of caring for them. And as the only fast transport between the main settlements of the caves he had more than enough money to provide all their needs.

A sigh left him as he closed his eyes, anxiety gnawing at his soul. What if he lost? What if he never got to see his sons again? What if something happened to them and no one ever told him?

Tears welled up in his sockets, spilling over as sobs began to wrack his thin frame. He was so terrified to lose them. After nearly thirty minutes, Gaster managed to cry himself to sleep, just like he’d done almost every night.

~~~~~

As he hit the snooze on his alarm he groaned, his head pounding. He’d emerge from bed and start getting ready for the day. It didn’t take very long. Since he was appearing in front of the queen he dawned his ferryman robes, the most formal outfit he owned.

It would be a long trek from his stop just outside of Hotland all the way to the Castle. He decided to leave the house a little early, his robes fluttering solemnly behind him as he made his way north to his faithful boat Kit.

~~~~~

It was nearly an hour before he arrived at the Queen’s Throne Room. It seemed they were just waiting on him.

He walked in, head held high. Stopping before the queen as she sat on her throne he gave a deep bow. “Your Majesty.”

“Mr. Gaster,” Queen Toriel replied with a polite nod. “I wish we were meeting here under different circumstances.”

“As do I, Your Highness. If I may? Where are the boys, tra~la~la?” he asked, his sing-song mannerism slipping through.

“They are waiting in the other room. As they are both small children, I will make this quick,” the queen said. “Mr. Gaster, Ferryman of the Underground. You understand that you stand before me, accused to abusing your two sons, Papyrus and Sans, correct?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“You also understand that my ruling in the investigations of these claims are final, especially because the safety of two children could be at stake?”

“Yes, Your Grace.”

“Very well, Mr. Gaster. The reports that I’ve been given by my guardsmen are clear as day. You are a gentle and kind father, who would never harm a single bone of your children’s bodies. Therefor, I hereby dismiss all claims of abuse against you and grant you custody of your two children.”

Gaster’s face lit up, his eye lights glowing a bright green from happiness. “Oh! Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you!” he cheered, bowing to the queen.

“Guard. Please escort him to his children,” the queen ordered, unable to hide her smile at the skeleton’s happiness. She glanced at the man’s now ex-wife, frowning at her scowl. It seemed things hadn’t gone the way she expected.

Gaster was taken by a guard to where the boys were, his soul ready to burst from happiness. And as the door to the room the boys were in opened, his mood went suddenly sour.

Sitting in a chair was Papyrus, his usually bright white bones looking a sickly off white color. In his arms he held his baby brother who was extremely fussy and crying up a storm. Sans looked even worse than his brother. Gaster was in shock as he rushed to the aid of his boys.

Hands cupped Papyrus’s face, feeling how hot he was. He looked on the verge of fainting! “Oh, my little sunset, what’s wrong?! What happened?!”

“Sans was sick... Momma wouldn’t help... I don’t feel good Papa...” Papyrus said, tears welling up in his sockets.

“Shhhh,” he crooned as he scooped both boys into his arms. “It’s gonna be okay... Daddy’s gotcha... Daddy’s here now... Just keep holding on tight to Sansy, okay?”

The boy nodded, curling around the baby.

Gaster came back to the throne room, fuming and furious! “PEACH! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!”

His ex-wife and the queen turned to look, seeing him holding the boys. Toriel’s paws came up to cover her mouth in shock when she saw how sickly the children looked. She looked at Peach, waiting for an answer. When no answer came she decided to get one out of the female skeleton.

“Mrs. Peach, answer him,” the queen commanded.

“The boys got sick. I was taking care of them, before this and I had to drag them here like that,” she said, her hand partially covering her mouth as she spoke.

Gaster knew what that motion meant. She was lying!

“LIAR! PAPY SAID YOU WOULDN’T HELP THEM! THEY’VE BEEN ILL FOR DAYS AND YOU JUST SAT BY! THEY’RE STILL SO YOUNG, PEACH! THEY COULD DIE FROM SOMETHING LIKE THIS IF UNTREATED!” Gaster shouted, his text a bright orange.

“How dare you! I would never lie about something like this! Who are you really going to believe, me or Papyrus?!” Peach shouted back.

“DO YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE YOU AFTER EVERYTHING YOU DID TO ME?! AFTER ALL THE LIES ABOUT THE “FRIENDS” YOU WERE GOING TO VISIT?! OF COURSE I BELIEVE MY SON!”

“You mean our son!”

“Not anymore,” the queen interjected coldly. “Mrs. Peach, it appears that you have been willfully negligent of your children and their conditions. I will NOT tolerate such treatment of children. Guards, take her away.”

The skeleton woman moved away from the guards and stalked over to Gaster. Her hand raised up, smacking him across the face, his HP dropping slightly.

“Daddy!” Papyrus shrieked as the ferryman stumbled back. Gaster tightened his grip on the boys, fearful she may try to rip them away from his or even harm them. As Peach raised her hand again he closed his eyes and turned away from her, using himself to shield his boys from potential harm.

When he didn’t feel the sting of her attack his eyes opened and slowly he turned to see the queen gripping her by the wrist.

“Y-Your Majesty!” Gaster gasped.

“I’m sorry to have to do this Mrs. Peach, but you leave me no choice. As you are aware, since you are a skeleton yourself, skeleton monsters in the Underground are nearly extinct. This means you should also be aware of the protection order that prohibits any harm to them. Guards, place this woman in the dungeon,” Toriel ordered.

The guards came a grabbed Peach, dragging her away as she shouted and protested. Gaster looked at the floor, flinching when he felt a hand on his face. The queen’s large paw was glowing a soft green as she healed a small cut under the man’s bad eye.

“I am so sorry this happened to you... Please, take good care of your boys. I believe in you,” the queen said in a soft tone as she finished healing him.

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Gaster said with a bow. He cradled his sons close, both sniffling and crying, frightened at what they had just seen. He cooed and crooned as he left the throne room and headed back towards the boat.

“It’s going to be alright boys, I promise, tra~la~la~...” he said softly. As they entered the elevator that would take them from the core to Hotland he pulled his cloak close around himself and the boys. It’s magic would protect them from the heat.

After several more minutes they finally reached Kit, Gaster stepped aboard, the sentient boat lifting its cat like head and extremities from the water. Instead of standing up and steering, Gaster sat down, curled around his sons.

“Take us home, Kit...” he said. The boat set off back towards Snowdin as the ferryman hung his head and cried. As he wept, a small hand reached up and wiped his tears.

“It’ll be okay, daddy... Please don’t cry...”

#the fun dadster || swap!gaster #a new report || drabble #long post is long

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tcoyd · 4 years ago

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I want to tell you a little about the undertale project. The game is already dying out, but somehow I should make my own contribution, for the first time in my 4 years in this game.

And its name: Rock and Roll Sympfony. (there may be mistakes, my English is still bad)

Description of AU

Rock and Roll Symphony is an alternative world of undertale, in which time is ahead of ours, but people's mores are sliding into an even greater abyss. People have found a way to enslave their own people through what everyone likes and listens to at the time of the events of the world. Music became a way of enslavement. The only music allowed to be listened to was the classic, in which low-frequency soundtracks are inserted that change the perception of people. Subsequently, people decide to get rid of the monsters that vehemently "propagated" everything that was not pleasing to people. War is unfolding and monsters are imprisoned in dungeons.

Frisk escapes from the horror of the human world by complete accident and his own inattention, but the world under the ground intrigues and pleases her much more than the world of people: harmony and freedom reign here, from which Frisk first demolishes the "tower". Frisk, after recovering from injuries sustained during the fall, begins to explore the dungeon, telling the monster the unpleasant truth about people and about the genres of music that she owns. The monsters tell her about what she did not know. I don't want to go back, I want to stay in the dungeons.

But one turning point makes Frisk think about going back. It comes when the Boatman is taking Frisk to Snowland ...

"Half of the way the boatman was silent, the road was long, slow and boring. There was almost no current. Frisk thought about what was happening on the surface, the thoughts of her mother and her friends left to their own devices did not give her rest until now Jos-Lowe takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

—Want to come back? - the Boatman begins the dialogue, as if reading the thoughts of young Frisk.

- Huh? Oh ... I don't know ... I miss my family, friends ... They were left alone.

- And ... What prevents you from returning? When you reach the New House, the King will find a guide on how to open the barrier. And business, nothing at all.

- Yes, just a little ... - Frisk laughs, having already forgotten what a smile is for 18 years in hell. But the smile immediately disappears, she remembers what she had to go through. - It's not even that. I don't want to go back to hell. My society ... Far from being an example of beauty.

- You know, when we were still on the surface, I heard the following phrase from you: “We create our own destiny”. So why don't you follow it? I do not know what exactly is going on there, but I can say for sure - you are not alone in your ideas. And if you start, others will be drawn to you. There may not be many of you, but if you do not back down, if you are full of determination in your hearts, you will definitely manage. And if there are many of you, even more so. You yourself can change your fate, and maybe even the fate of the world and the country .... The main thing is to start.

Frisk doesn't answer, thinking. The boatman stops at the shore. The girl comes out and, having paid, drags into the Ruins. She really wondered what she could do in order to change her own fate and the fate of other people, the fate of her family. "

This seemingly strange and short conversation fills her heart with hope and her soul with determination. She finally decides to act in full force.

Detailed plot and scenario of the world in development

Characters

Protaganist Name: Frisk Jos-Lowe

Race: Human

Location after the fall: Ruins

Soul: Weak Determination *

the soul of weakened determination tends to both fade and flare up. If the owner of the soul loses hope and faith, the soul goes out, acquiring a dirty reddish color, almost not shining. If the owner of the soul, on the contrary, is full of hope, faith, spiritual strength, the soul flares up with blood-wine, pulsating and shining brightly. The soul is not resistant to fusion, the fusion of the souls themselves are fragile, perish and fall apart quickly enough.

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Other main characters

! not all characters have received their appearance yet, some are at the stage of early concepts and are superficial, some do not have an appearance at the moment, the article will be supplemented and updated!

Name: Asriel Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins

Soul: white, with a red light inside, inverted. *

* Each monster has a light inside, referring it to a certain type of human soul. Inside Asriel's soul is a red light, determination.

The soul of a monster cannot be completely filled with the power of a human soul, the soul melts under the influence of force, after which it dies

Appearance:

Name: Toriel Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins, New House

Soul: white, with a blue light inside (soul of decency / honesty), inverted

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Asgore Dreammoor

Race: monster

Place of residence: Ruins, New House

Soul: white, with an orange light inside (courage), inverted

Appearance: A goat-like monster, 215 centimeters tall, an average physique man without prominent features of the figure. The coat is white, interspersed with orange on the face, near the eyes, cheeks and horns, on the body there are spots on the forearm, shoulder, torso, under the ribs. Fiery red hair, short haircut, small beard. Long, curled back horns. Emerald eyes. The king most often wears two types of clothing: an official classic black suit with black shoes and an orange shirt, a tie with a magnolia image. A raincoat of neutral gray with a bright scarlet image of a magnolia on it.

His second suit looks like soft brown pants and a soft lilac sweatshirt.

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Flowey / Bath

Race:??? (presumably a monster, refers to the type of plant Ipomoea Batat, it is not possible to say for sure if Flowey refers to a monster)

Residence: The root of the flower garden is in the Ruins. It can move around the entire dungeon except for Snowfall, does not withstand low temperatures. "Eyes and ears" in all areas available to him

Soul- -

Appearance:

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Chara Dreammoor (before the fall of Hirsch)

Race: Human

Location after the fall: Ruins

Burial site: Ruins

Soul: Rotten Determination *

* the soul, at first glance, is no different from the usual, canonical determination, except for the huge black spot of obsession, shining from within. Any soul, both human and monster, can rot.

Appearance: not designed, only mentioned in photographs in the Drimmoor family album

Name: Sans (Jonathan)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Snezhnegrad

Soul: white, with a blue light inside (decency / honesty) and small inclusions of rot. Jonathan's rot is laziness and frivolity.

Appearance: A low, skeletal monster, about 160 centimeters tall, in a formal black suit with vertical white stripes, a white shirt with a raised blue collar and a relaxed black tie. A black trilby hat appears on his head in time. The inside of the eye sockets is painted in blue magic. It seems to many that he "tints the lower" eyelid "" because of the appearance of the eye sockets. No pupil

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Papyrus (Ryan)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Snezhnegrad

Soul: white, with a blue glow inside and small blotches of rot. Ryan Rot - Vanity

Appearance: a tall skeletal monster, about 190 centimeters in height, in silver armor, dirty and worn in some places. The skeleton does not deny itself and still wears a red long scarf, frayed at the ends. On the "face" of the skeleton, a "smile" is frozen, which makes his skull seem extremely welcoming. There is a crack on the back of the skull from a blow to the head. White pupils shine in the eye sockets.

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Undyne

Race: monster

Place of residence: Waterfalls

Soul: white, with an orange light inside (courage)

Appearance: (detailed appearance in development) amphibious monster about 175 centimeters tall, athletic build. Both eyes see. There are scars on his face, and Undyne can open his mouth much more than meets the eye. Nice girl face. The nose is present, as are the gills. Hair is collected in a cockle. On the hands, from the hand to the elbow, there are fins, on the fingers there are membranes and rather long claws. Scars and pieces of small scales have been torn off along the body in many areas. She is dressed in a loose hoodie and jeans, buttresses on her legs.

Belongs to the class of the ancients, has quite a lot of power

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Muffet (Rosie)

Race: monster

Place of residence: Hotland

Soul: white, with a yellow light inside (courage). There is rottenness

Appearance: monster spider, about 155 centimeters tall, three arms, one pair of legs

Long, waist-length, soft pink hair, two pairs of sky-blue eyes. A predatory smile with large fangs, the "skin" is pale pink, a pair of sharp horns protrude from the head. She is wearing a long scarlet haori, underneath a T-shirt and white shorts. The fingers on the hands are abnormally long, with a large number of rings. On the back there is a birthmark in the form of a cross. Wears nothing on his feet

(detailed reference in development)

Name: Mettaton

Race: monster

Place of residence: Hotland, Labaratoria

Soul: white, with a faint blue light (patience)

Appearance: not designed

Name: Alphys

Race: monster

Place of residence: Loboratorium, Waterfalls

Soul: white, with a green light inside (kindness)

Appearance: a small lizard-like monster with a height of 163 centimeters. It is a white-colored leopard of Diablo Blanco with red eyes. Alphys has a mutation, due to which soft needle-like outgrowths go from her head to the coccyx, along the spine, from large to small. She has a rather neat and "juicy" figure, hidden under a voluminous black dress and lab coat.

(detailed reference in development)

World locations

Locations are still divided into:

Ruin

Snowland

Waterfall (Waterfalls)

Hotland

Laboratory

New house

Added to them:

New Los Angeles (part of the human world)

Summit Abbott

Lost city (part of the dungeon)

Ruin

The structure of the corridors is almost the same, the traps are removed as unnecessary, one room has been added. The walls resemble brick in color. The room where you can buy Muffet donuts in the game canon now houses a small Muffet art gallery, there is also a table with muffins and tea.

(The spiders offer to buy paintings for a fairly large sum, but when you buy you will be offered muffins and given the painting. When she meets Muffet, she will thank you for your purchase and invite you for tea.) The walls are in ruins in cracks, through which Flowey vines sprout. The ceiling is covered with vines, and there are many fallen leaves on the ground. The paths are paved with stone that has aged over time. The conservation room is in a much better condition, instead of signs with inscriptions, stained glass windows with the symbol of the royal family (Magnolia). In the middle of the hall there is a huge tree up to the ceiling, large branches of which have grown all over the ceiling, and thin branches, like those of a birch, hang down. The leaves are scarlet. At the edges of the room there are bunches of Flowey vines that bloom profusely. There is still a save star between the steps to the exit. Instead of a pile of leaves, there is a small music bench. On the two side walls there are three columns, on which notes are written in a spiral. There is a small vine wall next to Toriel's house. If you move the vine aside, you can see a secret room, dotted with a field of bright blue flowers. There is a tombstone at the wall opposite the entrance. It reads "Chara Dreammoor. Beautiful daughter and best sister. 2040-2067"

The Ruins is home to many small monsters. Froggits and many others, they do not change their appearance. In the Ruins, Frisk still meets with Nabstablook. This is a small ghost of a slightly blue hue, with pink eyes. He reacts to Frisk in a very frightened way. After a little dialogue about who he is, the ghost dissolves with a bell ringing.

Snowland

The difference in appearance is created only by the large number of frozen trees and large flowers, sometimes even higher than the houses. The main square is hung with Chinese lanterns attached to houses and fir trees in the main square. The square is the brightest street in Snowland . On the outskirts of the city there is a bright casino "Golden lake", next to it is a hotel with the same name. Grilby owns both his Grilby Bar and the Golden Lake Hotel and Casino.

Minor Characters:

Grilby's appearance:

The appearance of his daughter, Fuku Fire:

Fuku and Grilby are ancient monsters and are quite powerful. Fuku helps his father at the casino.

Waterfall

There are many tall shrubs and Echo Flowers in the Falls. The corridors are not very different. There are many crystals on the "ceiling", creating the appearance of the stars. There are many reservoirs with water lilies and waterfalls. There is a pier near the mill where you can meet the Boatman or the Monster. Undyne's house is two-story, with a circular roof. There is a small field of echo colors next to it.

Minor characters:

Boatman:

a tall monster in a long black robe with a hood. He has abnormally long arms and a stooped back. His face has never been seen, it is hidden behind a mask of an animal's skull. Branched horns stick out from the head, and the pupils, glowing white from under the eye sockets, always look inquisitively. Many monsters call him the Wendigo, a man-eater who hunts for human sins. Who knows, maybe he is ...

Monster Kid:

a small lizard-like monster with yellow-red scales, wearing a large brown sweater.

Hotland

Not fundamentally altered. There are a lot of Flowey vines on the platforms, in some places, the most dangerous, she created dense railings and handrails. Hotland is almost empty. High temperatures do their trick and it is very difficult to be there.

Laboratory

The laboratory is in much better condition. The laboratory is bright, clean, fully equipped with everything Alphys needs for experiments. Amalgamates look like Siamese monsters. Bodies have a denser structure, when asked about their state of mergers, they vaguely answer about good health and they have all the conditions for a comfortable existence.

New House

The corridors have not been modified. The windows of the houses glow, the panoramic view of the castle seems to be brighter.

Many small monsters live in the New House.

Summit Abbot

Overgrown with plants and grass, rather dark, filled with a large number of stones, it offers a view of the now far from sunny Los Angeles, in which it rains almost all the time.

New Los-Angeles

Frisk's house and the location that the monsters will enter after liberation. Los Angeles is divided into two parts: New and Old. Old Los Angeles resembles the architecture of the 20th of the 21st century, it is considered a poor area. New Los Angeles is a high-tech neighborhood with skyscrapers and flying cars. A huge number of people live in it, who are far from all happy with the release of monsters.

Lost city

The story is told on behalf of the shocked Frisk, who accidentally found this place.

"When Asriel and I got there, the first thing we saw was a large number of cages. It seemed to me cages at first glance, only several hundred times larger than a normal bird cage and made of stone. Some were suspended from above, others from below ... Many more stairs! They connected almost every building!

There is almost no land, all these cells. And, if there is land somewhere, it seems to be suspended on huge chains from the nearest walls. And, which seemed strange to me, it was light there, although I did not see a single source of illumination, it was very windy there ... But, perhaps, we made this wind by opening the passage. Oh, there were still ribbons! Or not ribbons ... As if scraps of something, there were a lot of them ... There ... There was also something like a mosaic with a legend signed under it ... I didn't make out much ... It was looks like Latin ... But ... With some other dialect ... If not for my panic that neither I nor Asriel know this place, I would have been able to try to make out and translate at least something through associations ... "

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