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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years ago

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 years ago

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heya, I would really like a match up if it's not a bother! :3

I'm a trans masc polyromantic asexual who uses he/him pronouns and is questioning his romantic orientation. The only thing I know about it for sure is that I'm demiromantic.

Anyway, I'm a pretty open, creative person or try to be, even though it's pretty hard with my social anxiety. When I overcome my fears and feel comfortable with friends, I'm very energetic and loud with a very stupid humour XD I also play an instrument (the flute lol), like to practice art, read and write things like storys or poems and play videogames! The most current video games that I play are stuff like Stardew Valley, Minecraft, Animal crossing and Sims 4, but if I would have the money I would definitely also play doom or similar. Flaws of mine are my huge insecurities and me being a people pleaser who always puts others needs over his. I also have the bad habit of bottling up my emotions due to past trauma and mental illness, what lead to me being so distanced of emotions that I feel uncomfortable near highly emotional people.

I would like an significant other to be at least somewhat understanding and being able to deal with my abandonment anxiety and constant need for reassurance, they also should be able to laugh with me over the stupidest shit and open to just enjoying the presence of each other while both do their own thing, especially when my social battery runs out. Things I hate in people are arrogance, ignorance and not willing to communicate properly because I think communication is the most important thing!

Okay, I'm sorry it got so long, I'm almost done I promise ;-;

Deal-breakers would be not being able to communicate, overstepping boundaries and purposefull triggering, anything else doesn't come to mind :)

Since I don't know what pet peeve means because I'm not a native English speaker, I'll just skip that question lol

I also never thought about my future, since mental health is kinda bad right now, so, uh, I guess alive and somewhat successful? xD

I. LOVE. BIRDS. I swear to god even as a child I obsessed over them and I love every single one of them. On a close second place are rats, I have two that are named Frisk and Chara (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

My favourite food is ramen, especially if it's spicy! I live for spicy food and can barely enjoy a meal without it at least burning my tounge XD

I hope you can get somewhere with this vague description and I hope my English wasn't to bad, have a great evening/day :D

An akward german

Heya !

The choice was quite complicated! There's a lot of people you could have had : UT Sans, UT Papyrus, OT Sans or even Ink. But one got a better score with two more points and it's....

DISBELIEF PAPYRUS (Delta) !

He's also very creative, energetic and loud, despite being a little shy at first. He has bad social anxiety too due to past traumas and his entire relationship is based on communication. After what he lived with Sans, he has a need to know when something is wrong. Delta is a good listener too and his advices are usually very pertinent. He is highly empathic, sometimes emotional. He is kind, gentle, patient, and knows when he needs to shut up or give space to someone.

He's a very supportive boyfriend and loves culture. He doesn't like reading very much, but music is more his thing. He likes to give motivationnal tips to help you getting inspired, even if he can be a little playful if you're ignoring him for too long. He's a casual video games player, and matches your interests since he likes peaceful games where you can build things.

He always find the good words when you need reassurance or when you have insecurities. He tries his best to be here for you and he is happy when you're happy. He doesn't even ask anything in return, he thinks it's just a normal thing to do and he doesn't want to be a bother with his story.

He's not good with arrogant people either, so it's fine on this point. He can sometimes be ignorant, but he loves to learn new things and can get funnily really exciting about details. He's less close minded that the classic version on humor, and if you're really pushing him, he can let go really good puns too. He likes birds and spicy food, even if they are not his favorite, and he has things to make you discover too. However, he's really observant, and if you're really passionate about birds, he might surprise you with safaris and nice spots when you can watch them.

He's a nice peaceful guy and he will be happy to share some time with you!

#match up event #disbelief papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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liyazaki · 2 years ago

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for the gif/graphic maker thing: 5, 12, 13 & 38 😌💕

loveliest Vish- thank you! 🌸

if y'all would like to have your eyes blessed (and why wouldn't you), go check out three of my Vish biases: this gorgeous BB seasons set, this pink-aqua BB fantasy & this orange-blue BB stunner that deserves a million notes- so everyone go help fix that problem, please.

5. what do you dislike most about making graphics / gifs?

copy-pasting from a prev. ask: the sheer timesuck of it all. I'm legitimately grateful PS doesn't have a "total hours logged" feature because I do. NOT. want to know. ever.

I'm also not a fan of people ripping/reposting my stuff on the cursed bird app (or worse, reposting it here), but now that I watermark mostly everything, it kinda just makes me giggle. it's just a bad look.

12. font(s) you like using

copy-pasting from a prev. ask- for subtitle GIF text, I use Poetson One:

for artsy edits, my two favorite fonts right now are Kiona for the primary text and Amalfi Coast for the words I want to stand out. Kiona is clean, modern and compact, and Amalfi is still very readable for being a big, sweeping font.

both in action:

13. font(s) you see being used, which you dislike

copy-pasting from a prev. ask: beyond Papyrus- which thankfully hardly anyone uses but I'd still like it to go die in a fire- I'm more concerned with the text on my edits being easily readable on both desktop and mobile, rather than disliking any particular font…teensy tiny text bothers the hell out me. there’s nothing wrong with small, minimal text, but if someone really has to work to read an edit, they probably just won't.

I'm also not really into anything overly decorative- think big Gothic fonts with tons of little details. they have their uses, but I find them more distracting than anything on most edits.

38. are you working on anything right now? If yes, show us a work in progress!

I'm actually not, which is sort of weird for me. then again, I'm the type to get struck by inspiration then stay up half the night making the thing. exorcising the idea like the creativity demon it is, essentially 🤣

out of the probably hundreds of sets I've made at this point, I've only worked on a handful for more than a day (the ITSAY/IPYTM tarot sets I'm always whining about in these kind of asks took more than a week, spending hours on them every day- EACH).

ask me gif questions

#mor answers #vish tag #bad buddy #kinnporsche #gif making #ask game

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taglegend · 4 years ago

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Tag Fact #3 - I’ve come to realize I’ve always been a fan artist more than I thought. so here is a timeline of influences that shaped my childhood to now. from nostalgic times, to sad changes, to great loss, to strange rises to fame and phases, to stepping stones and finally a laughing place. all the things that make up your favorite fan artist Tag.

1. Rayman (bumped into this in the year of 1999) was actually the first fandom (with crossovers) I bumped into when I was 9. although the internet wasn’t available at the time it was still fun to dwell in home amusements. I remember the storylines and the OC’s I made but they’re kind of embarrassing and it’s probably a good thing there was no internet. I’ve done fanart and comic crossovers of Rayman with Calvin and Hobbs and Nights Into Dreams, spinoffs of Sonic the Hedgehog OC’s, Yoshi with Pikachu, and the Pokemon/Digimon craze with OC’s and other Nintendo comic shorts. but the drawings and comics are long gone and disappeared in the garage in a backpack due to suspecting my sister’s dad accidentally throwing them away. years later towards the year 2018 (now 28), we decided to move to North Carolina and it was my chance to find them again. unfortunately the backpack was gone just like I suspected (my main stuff), but for some reason I found my Pokemon/Digimon fanart, a good batch of Super Mario drawings (vaguely remember doing these), my sister’s drawings and some other neighborhood kids’ drawings in a dirty box. I was partially happy I found something at least but it was the backpack I wanted the most. sometimes I regret not looking for the backpack (’cause I was too busy being a kid) but it’s alright, noone needs to see that shit anyway, ha ha. anyways, I recall being a fan of Rayman from 1999 ‘til 2002.

2. Sonic Adventure 2 Battle (bumped into this in the year of 2003) my second fandom I bumped into when I was 12 going on 13. at the time, my sister and I both liked the Sonic The Hedgehog Franchise based on the Battle remake and ended up making our own secret fanart club that consisted of only us two members. she liked Sonic (and that was her boyfriend, ha ha) and I liked Knuckles (and he was my boyfriend, ha ha) and we were crazy in love about Shadow’s backstory. we listened to the game’s soundtracks as we drew fanart and comics after school and man, those were good times. however, as we grew older towards the year of 2005, we ended up having separate rooms and I believe it played a part in disconnecting on the same interest. then one day, I asked her why she wasn’t into Sonic anymore and she replied, “Because I grew up.” I was sad after that and slowly observed that she was influenced by the emo culture and the new friends she’s made. I was the only member of our little club for a little longer...but eventually I moved on too. I still have some surviving fanart we did together but it doesn’t mean shit anymore since she turned out to be an abusive mother from the last I’ve heard of her.

3. Gorillaz (bumped into this in the year of 2006). as the Sonic years were at its end, I first heard the song “Feel Good Inc” on Music Choice and seeing the first image of them as displayed on this post (except the fan-made background doesn’t count since I can’t find the original artwork). this was my third fandom and later had proper access to the internet to the website I still currently use called DeviantArt. at first I liked 2D but eventually fell for Murdoc and developed a spiritual connection towards the character as obviously seen in my old fanart and rare photos of my devotion shrines on Valentine’s Day and his birthday every year. for the longest time since being a permanent fan from 2006-2017 (11 1/2 years) I had no knowledge that it was a political propaganda band and other realizations I don’t want to talk about. I only followed them because it was a cartoon and not the bullshit behind the musical project. the world I’ve built and support for them for all those 11 1/2 years shattered the fuck out of me and I just wanted to be left alone to find myself again, somehow. activity stopped on all my profiles, the flow of fanart stopped since I now cringe from the fan service and felt I was used for my talent. I didn’t want to be reminded of it all so I took down all my Gorillaz fanart and archived them for old followers’ nostalgia but also in the hopes they’ll be forgotten in my timeline. I ceased to exist in the fandom for huge personal reasons but it’s best to not say why. I know for sure that the fandom wonders what happened but it’s none of their business. THE END.

4. Waluigi (although I knew he’s been around since 2000 during childhood, I took deep interest once I revisited the character again in the year of December 2013). as silly as this sounds, when I revisited him again, the character was so bizarre that I ended up staying up 3 nights and 3 days in a row just looking all over the internet on everything about him and the questionable “hush-hush” absence of a backstory. despite there being no backstory he slowly gained a cult following and in many ways it’s a good thing. however, since the early 2010′s tension has been building up between Nintendo and its fans about him starring in a main game but everyone hasn’t fully gotten it in their heads that it’s not gonna happen. as long as Nintendo is in control of that, the fandom will not win, I’m sorry to say. on the other hand, if it’s going to be this way, then that’s what fanart and comic projects are for. as for me, I am doing my very best to get my comic project “Waluigi Land” going. again, I apologize if it’s taking very long to get Chapter 2 going if you’ve been keeping track but aha moments need to develop before I start permanent drawing (since concepts, character design and storyline needed improvement badly). as of right now I am still a Waluigi fan and I will not quit on him.

5. Turbo from Wreck-It-Ralph (although it debuted in 2012, I watched the movie two years later into the year 2014). for some bizarro reason, I had an unhealthy obsession with this character to the point where I dressed up as him for Halloween 2014. only 2 fanarts of him and the Turbo Twins exist on my profiles, mainly because my mind was more focused on just ‘thinking about him’ or ‘being him’ rather than drawing physical drawings. luckily, this supposed alleged fandom didn’t last long a little after Halloween so I chalk it up as a very short phase. to this day I don’t know what has gotten over me about him. the only thing I can think of now is that I think it’s because the character had yellow eyes and teeth but I don’t know. now that I think of it, that little fucker was ugly as hell and I STILL don’t know what had gotten over me. one day, my brother mentioned what that was about, and I said to him, “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

6. Undertale (although it debuted in 2015, I later took interest in it in 2016). It was all about Sans and Papyrus. I couldn’t get enough of the skeleton bros. eventually Toriel and Mettaton EX became my favorites but it took a long time to draw more of all 4 of them because I had other important things to do in my life plus I was still waiting for the next Gorillaz album to revive my imaginative juices (or so I thought). I really want to have this as one of my frequent fandoms but I just don’t have time for it anymore. it’s still in the back of my head to want to draw them but at this point I still have other better interests to be in. and besides, I’m lazy just like Sans.

7. Cuphead (June 28th, 2017 was the official day I called quits on the British-based band Gorillaz due to the bullshit behind it. since that date I was lost, had no inspiration to look forward to and no cartoon guy to make me smile...but lo and behold of the same year, I took an interest in playing the game Cuphead and man...that shit was a frightening exaggerated metaphor for being on that one drug (forgot the name though) and having sex at the same time but man that was the best fun I’ve had in years. I mean, it’s like, enemies are just so happy to murder you and that scared the shit outta me. and the facial exaggeration?....I think I should stop, ha ha. anyways, the Moldenhauers saved my ass from spiraling down, they have no clue. anyways, eventually I became a permanent fan of their work so to ease the hurt and erase my past from the G-fandom I had to re-wire my brain into a different cartoon category that’s a rather more American, so anything Toon related like Roger Rabbit, Felix the Cat or another favorite that’s a western-based cartoon makes me feel better, especially my new man .......King Dice <3 <3<3<3. however, there was something about this new fandom category I still didn’t quite understand until the date March 14th, 2020. I finally understood what it was but I feel I shouldn’t bring it up. anyways, Cuphead and anything western or rubber hose is my last stop in inspiration for the remaining years of my life. many say never say never but I believe I’ve found my laughing place and that’s all that matters.

#tag facts #influences from cartoons #likes and dislikes #thoughts i have about characters #toons #rayman #sonic the hedgehog #gorillaz #waluigi #turbo #wreck it ralph #undertale #cuphead

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make-an-undertale-blog-why-not · 5 years ago

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different versions of sans.

here’s a list of what they say about you if you want (not 100% accurate):

smol - you and me think the same pal. unless you draw “smol” as a low-effort way to portray him in some sort of reddit x 4chan-style joke where sans shits on the floor and calls papyrus a slur. but as long as you’re not like that then you’re probably good. your main source of undertale content can vary, though it likely could be from your own thoughts on the game. what kind of person you are varies a lot here and i couldnt tell ya anyway because i draw sans like this.

classic ol sans - you don’t want to go off-model by much. you care about source material and likely try not to put too many “stretchy” headcanons in any media you make. this basically means you take what the game gives you, even if it’s like, unused stuff or posts toby fox made on twitter. nothing too outlandish. you might make a lot of theories based on only what you see in the game, and fact-check other theories in your head, but still learn new things from them and apply them to your own understanding of the world. your main source of content probably comes from the game itself and others’ let’s plays. what kind of person you are varies a lot here and i couldnt tell ya anyway because i draw sans like this sometimes.

fanon v1 - you take creative liberties and change small things (color the eyes blue, add dots, fluffen up the hood and slippers). you like fluffy content and probably follow a few undertale au blogs. you like the edgy side of sans and tend to focus more on that maybe. chances are, you tie sans’s eye thing to his emotions for some reason. you color the hood white because that’s what everyone else does so at this point it’s weird seeing the hood with any other color. you’re cool and good probably. your source of content is very very very likely from other creators’ comics and art. probably also undertale vine compilations. you’re most likely an alright person.

fanon v2 - you focus on the “haha funny skeleton man” side of things rather than the “strongest enemy and doesnt think anything he does matters” side of things. you leave his shirt off to express his laziness, because that’s how you interpreted his sprite, or because you saw that one page of concept art and decided that was the canon look. you give sans sneakers and a blue hood because that’s what he has on the steam card. you see sans as a comedian who tells jokes so bad they’re good, drinks ketchup all day, and annoys his brother. your content might come from joke comics and what you see in the game. but it gets a little hard to see where content comes from at this point. you’re probably cool. you probably either relate to sans more than fanon v1 or are just, like, less emotional i guess. like, yknow what i mean probably.

uncle sans - i probably love you. chances are, you follow the guy who made the dunkle sans comic and were inspired by that type of sans. either that or you came to the conclusion the same way that guy did. i have no idea where your undertale content comes from, but you like to imagine sans as a guardian-type figure for the human. you probably think sans gives great hugs. you’re probably either a big ol softie or you want sans to be your dad.

realistic - you either received a commission, played undertale once or twice, saw the popularity of the character, or were attracted to the design and decided to make this guy look more realistic. what i’m saying is that it’s unlikely that you are a knowledgeable fan of undertale like some of these other people. not saying it’s impossible, just unlikely. if you show sans with both the white pupil AND the flashing eye, you either like it like that or haven’t done your research. assuming you are a fan of the game and have made other content for it in the past, i guess this is just.. how your art looks. which is cool and good, i love me some realistic cartoons. i dont know what kind of person you are, all i know is that you intimidate me. i’m scared of you. you have a power not many people possess.

sexy tall sans - (stick to the end if none of what i’m saying applies to you) fuck you. i hate you. burn in hell. you probably ship fontcest or you ship sans with the human. let the man be short and chubby. but DON’T put some sort of stupid magic blue slime as his fat. do not. no. none of that shit. and stop giving sans a tongue. he doesnt even fucking open his mouth, you can’t make out with him. he’s not a sexy guy. he’s the least sexy guy in the whole game. don’t like, actively change his design to be sexier. why dont you go after a character who’s already sexy, like heats flamesman? it’s as a very wise guy once said, “sans the skeleton is not real. you’ll never be his wife.” chances are, you’re a bad person. you may seem nice and friendly, but your morals... filthy... your main source of undertale content comes from porn. if you happen to be a good person with good morals and you still lust after sans like this, just.. keep it to yourself, and don’t hang out in the wrong crowd, okay?

#undertale #sans undertale #sans #happy 2am fellas

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papytonpropaganda · 4 years ago

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36 & 50! I’m very interested about your process for writing Walls. Did you have it all planned out before you started writing it or did it just start coming together along the way?

36. what is your writing process like?

I guess I’ll talk about Walls specifically, though its process can be generalized for the most part to other fics I work on.

for Walls, it started out with me wanting a slow burn Papyton fic, nothing more and nothing less. it was gonna be mostly fluff at that time. I had little to no plans for angst. at that point, everything was just “Papyrus and Mettaton don’t know each other at the beginning of the fic, but by the end I want them to end up together in a healthy relationship.”

that was all I had when I wrote chapter 1.

by chapter 2, I knew I needed some kind of conflict to keep the story interesting, so I thought logically--what happens in UT that could still serve as conflict a year later? well, Mettaton pretty much abandoned his family and Alphys, did he not? there would probably be some lingering negative feelings there. and maybe Mettaton feels bad about it, but he’s the type to just ignore reminders of the past (as shown when he ignores the key from Catty and Bratty’s shop when you use it in battle), so he’d probably be doing something to distract himself, right? why couldn’t his work be that distraction? so I had the beginnings of that plot point.

it was between chapters 2 and 3 that what is now Mettaton’s main plot was born.

even before I had written the first chapter, I had been having repressed memories of my childhood coming back, that involved being sexually abused. I wasn’t seeing a therapist at the time so it was a lot to deal with by myself. after I wrote chapter 2 of Walls, I started to wonder if writing couldn’t be a way to cope. I didn’t have much of a plan yet, so in chapter 3 I just added some implications of the past for Mettaton (and mind you, Devon as a character was not a thing at this point).

it was around this time that I liked the Handplates skelebros comic and took inspiration from it for Pap’s backstory, though I didn’t copy the details and ended up not making Gaster a bad person for that backstory.

after that, I decided to have the characters meet and establish some tension between Undyne and Mettaton.

then I realized Pap’s story needed more work. what I really wanted to do with him was discuss ableism against autistic people, and I hadn’t really gone much into how it was affecting him. how could I make readers realize just how dire Papyrus’s situation was?

I honestly don’t really remember the process of coming up with it, but eventually I thought it might be realistic if Papyrus had some kind of drug addiction due to how awful normal life feels for him. so I introduced that in chapter 6.

in the next chapter, Devon was introduced. coming up with him took quite a while, though.

(rape tw)

originally, Mettaton’s rapist was never going to be part of the story. in fact, that particular trauma of Mettaton’s was almost more background for his behavior than anything. I believe at first, Mettaton did not know the person who assaulted him. it was just someone he met at a party one night who got him after he got drunk. but after a while I realized, statistically, most victims actually do know their rapist, so I started coming up with a more developed character. at first, he was some kind of blue-collar worker that Mettaton befriended at the film studio. I think his name was Jake at the time, or Hunter, or something like that. I ended up with the name Devon because it was literally one letter off the word “demon,” which is what I thought of Devon as, metaphorically speaking.

I think it was after chapter 7, which was Devon’s debut chapter, that I made him a famous actor, because I figured it would make it more realistic for characters in the story to think highly of him.

even after that, I hadn’t really meant for him to be as large a part of the story as he is now. he was just gonna skulk in the background and become the Big Bad closer to the end of the story. but the more I wrote him and Mettaton together, the more I thought, “is it possible, given the way I’ve been writing Mettaton, that he would fall into Devon’s trap?” and I believed the answer was yes.

and that’s why later on, in chapter 20, Mettaton ends up becoming Devon’s partner.

it was five chapters before then that I had started writing a full, detailed outline for what I wanted to happen in Walls. that outline is about 30 pages long (and mind you it only included chapter 15 onward!).

ever since writing the outline, I’ve changed things, moved things around, added and deleted stuff (though I’ve been adding WAY more than I’ve been deleting). there’s honestly so much stuff I’m excited to get to, and I can’t wait to share it with readers!

50. do you have any advice for other writers?

lord uhhhhhhh I’m not very good giving abstract advice buuuuuut... definitely do your research on anything you’re not familiar with--be it an identity, mental illness, trauma, or a career or something like that--and even if you are familiar with something I’d still do extra research just to be sure.

generally I’d also recommend having a beta reader, I personally have not used mine in a while but he was really helpful with the first several chapters and honestly I probably should start sending him stuff again...

#long post #anonymous #thank you for asking!

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tardytothepardy · 5 years ago

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The boys aged up

So now Sans and Papyrus are teens. Now I have to get used to Sans’s odd nose as a teen, but the good news is that it’s pretty much what he’s gonna look like for the rest of his life. Which is nice.

As far as Papyrus goes, the dude is just constantly playing the violin, so much that before he even aged up into a teen, he had nearly maxed out the skill. And being in Tiffany’s studio, with all of her stuff exploding with inspiring moodlets? He maxed out the skill within minutes.

So now he’s gonna play the guitar. This time I’ll try to keep him from doing the same thing that Tiffany did.

Speaking of skills, Dorothy is currently at level 7 or 8 of gardening, but all I’m doing is having her research the plants in the garden. I probably would’ve had all that done with Grim if they weren’t spending the past several Sim years helping Tiffany raise children. Researching took up time that they quite simply did not have to spare. I thought that by having Dorothy take up gardening and researching all of the plants, I could learn how to splinch what plant to who and get something nice.

But now she’s stupidly close to maxing out the skill. What the hell. She hasn’t even been a teen a full week. I need to stop, or something. Maybe have her go out and find a girlfriend or boyfriend, since she’s romantic? I dunno. Maybe with this ridiculously long lifespan I can have the kids go through a few relationships or something.

As it is right now, I decided that Papyrus should have the Musical Genius aspiration, which I thought was fitting, and Sans would have the Chief of Mischief, mainly because whenever I have him socialize with others, the first few suggestions are either mischievous or straight up mean.

(case in point of Sans teasing Kris about something:)

So I guess that’s just gonna be how he is. I hope it doesn’t do wreckage on his manners, because I spent a while building them up. I suppose I can just raise them back up with him doing his homework, but whatever.

Sans’s aspiration is Chief of Mischief, as mentioned, and his traits are top-notch toddler, self-assured, physically gifted, independent, lazy, and dastardly.

Papyrus’s aspiration is Musical Genius, as mentioned, and his traits are top-notch toddler, good, creatively gifted, muser, and neat. (I gave him acne because Tiffany used to have acne. I also gave it to Dorothy, but I don’t have any new pictures of her.)

Outside of the birthdays, the weather in Brindleton Bay has been abysmal. It’s constantly cold and snowing. More often than not there’s a blizzard threatening to come around. It’s very annoying. Not as annoying as Father Winter constantly calling Nick asking if he can come over or if Nick will meet him somewhere.

Today I finally decided, “Sure, why the hell not. I’m just killing time until it’s Sans and Papyrus’s birthday”, so they went to Oasis Springs. Father Winter looked incredibly overdressed. But I think that Nick got to meet Illianna Caliente, which was fun. She’s very pretty, and looks a lot like her dad. Currently I don’t have any plans of having anyone in the Ivey family be with anyone in the Caliente family. Mainly because all of the Caliente children are in fact children. And now is not the time to be thinking about permanent things like spouses.

That being said,,,,, I wondered how scandalous it would be for Sans to date Evie Delgato. She recently became best friends with Kris, but she’s a lot older than him. She’s not a teen yet, so I feel kinda squingy for even thinking about it, but I figure with how antagonistic Sans is tending to be autonomously, I feel like he would do that. It’s some big big-brother energy. Which kinda makes sense since Sans is older than Kris, but I think according to the game, Papyrus is the older between himself and Sans. And of course, Dorothy’s is the oldest out of all of them. Not really by much, but still.

(this here is clearly when they were still both kids, but the Evie Delgato in my game is not the same as the original. I went into CAS and used Supriya’s and her husband’s genetics to make Evie, and I’ve seen that she’s actually kinda pretty, rather than this horrifying bug eyed creature)

After they both aged up, I decided to renovate their room a little bit. There really wasn’t that much I could do, so it mostly looks the same. I put in some dividers, and over-decorated Papyrus’s side of the room. Sans has a bedside table with two rocks on it, which I think it pretty exquisite. I also put a pile of books next to his bed, in a kind of “he reads smart things but he doesn’t really want people to pay any mind to it” way.

I feel like part of me is just like “Fuck how am I going to portray these characters that I’ve named after video game characters? Just base them off of who they were named after! Simple!” But maybe that’s for the better. Their room, and possibly Dorothy’s, has the most amount of work or care that I ever put into a room. Tiffany’s room has basically looked the same since I built the house with under 1,000 to spare, so I think it’s clear that I’m not one for decor.

I think though that I have covered everything that has happened over the last few days. The birthdays are over, for the time being, so I won’t be twiddling my thumbs waiting for them and not doing much else. I think I will make some attempt to at least have Dorothy start to get in a relationship with someone. I don’t know yet if I want it to be someone she met from school, or out on the town. Part of me is minorly contemplating her being with Pierce Delgato, but if my idea of Sans being with Evie works out, I think that would be a bit much. There are quite a few other people in Brindleton Bay that would be fine.

As a sidenote, I’m not particularly thrilled about everyone having an A grade, and going into high school with B’s, but I guess the most I can do is do things with the random number generator and keep them from doing their homework. If it gets bad I’ll sell it or something. (I’m just kinda tired of having all my Sims be top of the class A++++++ students their entire lives.)

Unrelated picture that I couldn’t fit anywhere else:

That’s all.

#wow i kinda said everything in the post #not much to say in the tags #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 gameplay #ivey legacy #april 20 2020 #happy 4/20 i guess #go off and blaze something

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msmkcreates · 6 years ago

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Twice a Month I Fall in Love (7/???)

Characters: SF!Papyrus/Reader (Oh shit there's a slash there ahhhhhhhh it's happening)

[Back to the beginning]

TW: mentions of abuse, alcoholism, and such. Protecting a child from abuse. Please skip to the first break if you don't want to read that.

As always, inspired by @undertaleprompts !

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Mutt blinked in confusion, met only by darkness.

Just a second ago he had been having ice cream with Stretch, talking about…

...it didn't take him long to puzzle out what had happened, and the movement in his arms had him hyperaware as Zack curled against him even closer, his curls tickling his chin.

“...Zack?” He asked softly, bringing his arms back up around the kid.

“Changed anyway, huh?” He responded, even quieter.

“...m'afraid so, bucko.”

“No offense, Papyrus, but I kinda want my sister back.”

Mutt sighed, leaning his head to rest on Zack's curls. “...sorry kid. Wish I knew how it worked.”

He took the ensuing silence to observe what he could. Black always said he was the best at that.

Firstly, Zack made no move to untangle himself, so whatever was going on he clearly needed comfort. He reminded Mutt of a young Black, in those rare moments they could relax in their home and he was allowed to break. Before he hardened up, he would whisper apologies against Mutt's chest just like this.

Secondly, judging from the slight light coming in through the slats in the door, and the coats and things brushing against him, they're sitting in a closet.

“Can I ask?” Mutt muttered, and Zack shrugged.

“Sis woke me up and brought me here, and we've been hearing Mom and Dad yelling at each other,” he said. “...I think Mom's drunk. She keeps yelling up here for me to pack my stuff.”

Ah. Well, he certainly didn't like that, and he assumed you didn't either if you'd taken him to the closet.

“She's trying to take you?” He asked, and Zack nodded. “No way past her?”

Zack shook his head. “Sis said she's guarding the bottom of the stairs and Dad's blocking her from coming up.”

“This happen often?”

“Used to. Sometimes we would sneak out the back and stay with Grandpa.” Zack paused, and laid his head back down on his chest. “...First time since she moved out, though. But I don't think it's because she isn't trying.”

There were shouts, and Zack fell silent, and Mutt realized this was exactly why you'd been struggling to stay up.

“Don't worry, Zack. I won't let her take you.”

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It was a couple of hours before the yelling finally stopped, and he heard the front door slam. By that time, Zack was fast asleep against him, so Mutt hauled him up and out and into his bed.

“Damn, kid, you're gettin’ big,” he huffed, chuckling as he tucked him in. He's still small for his age, but seeing him now compared to how little he was when they met...the kid was obviously better for Mom moving out but it's still a delicate thing, emotionally.

He sat on the edge of the bed to sit vigil, just in case, as the sun slowly came up, and after some time he even laid out next to him, arm slung around him as he texted Black an update.

(Unknown Number): I'LL UPDATE HER. SHE WAS IN A PANIC WHEN SHE SWITCHED SO THIS WILL BE GOOD NEWS.

(xxx): yeah i figured. kid wasn't too happy about the switch either. but i got this...i've got practice with this sort of thing.

(Unknown Number): YOU'RE DOING GOOD

(Unknown Number): YOU'RE A GOOD BROTHER

Mutt chuckled a little at that, knowing his brother was embarrassed enough to type it and probably not looking for a response. He backed out and went to delete the conversation as usual…

...but his fingers stalled against your screen, and he looked down at the peacefully sleeping kid at his side…

...and he hit “add to contacts” instead.

You had kept this side of your family relatively quiet. He had some idea that your mom was like this, but seeing it firsthand...he wouldn't deny you if you or Zack ever needed a lifeline.

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Mutt stared at your journal, trying to will himself to leave it alone.

It wasn't your shared journal, with the purple stripes and cute multicolored pen that you normally left for him, no--this was the leather-bound one you no doubt thought he didn't know about, stashed beneath your loose floorboard with your candy stash.

It's obvious you weren't hiding it from him, but rather your mother. He knows a bit about abusive parents who think they know best, so he knew where to look.

It was just like you. Purple leather with pressed stars, pages bent and the spine breaking. It had character, like your sketchbooks--must see a lot of use.

Everything last night must have happened so fast, because you'd left it open on your desk, and he wanted so badly to read it and see what you wrote that wasn't just for him.

The worst part was that he could see his name on the open page.

Damn his curiosity. With a sigh, he pulled over the Journal you use to communicate scrawling on the page to cover his ass.

i may have done something stupid, and awful. please don't be mad at me.

That was a weak cover, but you'd never been mad at him before, and he's sure he's done worse. He snatched your journal from the desk and started reading.

There's a lot that I still don't know about Papyrus (I have to remember to call him Mutt now). I wish I knew more, or that he wanted to share more--but maybe he's just as afraid as I am of what comes after this.

Even though it might be the end of the switches, I really want to meet him. Stretch makes him seem pretty much how I imagine him to be from how he writes: strong, lewd, and a little bit silly. I really can't wait to actually talk to him and touch him for myself, with my own hands. It's weird, knowing someone so intimately without ever meeting or talking to them.

But I also worry. I worry that he resents me for making everything so difficult. His life would be a lot easier if I didn't take up 1/15th of it.

He paused, frowning. He's never felt that way. Didn't you know how much you saved him sometimes? How being here and with Zack and on the surface kept him sane?

He probably doesn't want to meet me. I'm just some boring human, after all. He's so much more interesting. I guess I can understand why he's put it off for so long, like a rockstar meeting some groupie, but…

I don't know. I trust in our connection, even if he doesn't feel it.

But he does! He does feel it! Anger swelled in his head as he read and reread it. How could he be so stupid? How could he even think you didn't feel the way he did?

He set the book back down, grabbing your shared journal once more. He would make it right, he'd make sure you knew.

He'd give you and Zack somewhere safe to go if you need it.

i've been an idiot. my address and number are in your phone, and i can't wait to meet you.

He paused, thinking for a moment...before slowly adding:

i love you.

To Be Continued...

#twice a month i fall in love #tamifil #sf!papyrus/reader #sf!papyrus #body switching #tw: abuse

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dragonfics · 7 years ago

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Thanks (again) to @itsladykit I was inspired to write some silly rom-com style TwistedHoneyMoney. The exact words that started it were “Twist/Rus, Cash/Rus, Twist/Cash love triangle (the kind that ends in polyamory, but starts with a rivalry between Twist and Cash)”. How was I to say no to a good old-fashioned love triangle? (Especially one with a Tale-verse monster sandwiched between to Fell-verse idiots).

Relationships: TwistedHoneyMoney (Twistfell Papyrus/Underswap Papyrus/Purple Swapfell Papyrus) (The poly relationship is not yet established in this chapter)

Summary: Fell-verse monsters have a strange method of courtship—one some might deem a little unorthodox (or, in the words of certain monsters—undignified). Then again, it takes a fool (or two) to underestimate the duplicity of a Tale-verse monster. After all, isn’t it always the ones you least expect?

Tags: Non-explicit sexual content (this chapter), flirting, teasing, unconventional courtship

Warnings: Nothing serious, but this may come across as a sort of “cheating” (though no one is in an established relationship). Everything is consensual however, and the rivalry is in good-spirits (for the most part). But... they are assholes. I’m not even going to try and deny it.

Just two chapters for this one! It was meant to be a one-shot, but I went completely overboard with the “courtship”. (I would also like to apologise to anyone waiting on the next chapter of Argent Night. Unfortunately, I’ve been a bit swamped with uni stuff, so I’ve had to delay the update. I’m hoping to get the next chapter out by next weekend.)

With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy!

~Beneath the cut~

When the Barrier had broken, and monsters had reached the Surface, it had soon become apparent that certain members of their race were more suited to life among humans than others. While many monsters settled comfortably into their new lifestyle, some found themselves struggling to adapt to the everyday norms of human society.

“Public transport? What a concept! Why on earth would I travel out in the open where anyone could attack me without warning?”

These more ill-fitted monsters were dubbed ‘Fell-verse’ by the gentler portion of their cohort, given the widespread notion that they were merely ‘fallen’ versions of the average monster.

Naturally, the Fell-verse monsters were not pleased with this distinction, and chose to name the softer members of their species ‘Tale-verse’—as an act of petty revenge (in their own eyes, at least).

“Utter airheads, the lot of them! Waltzing around as if life is some sort of fairy-tale.”

But despite a few initial disagreements, the Tale-verse and Fell-verse monsters soon came to develop a sort of fondness of each other (though neither would ever admit it openly). Though they still butted heads occasionally, their fascination with each other took over many early misgivings.

Compassion, joy, and zest were all fairly foreign concepts to many Fell-verse monsters. So it came as quite a shock to them when the Tale-verse monsters displayed such things so openly. Words like ‘naivety’, ‘absent-mindedness’, and even ‘stupidity’ were thrown around by some. Others, however, found themselves quite enthralled by the sweeter monsters, and many Fell-verse monsters were soon to be seen wandering the streets in the company of Tale-verse monsters.

And indeed, the Fell monsters weren’t the only ones intrigued by their counterparts. Many Tale-verse monsters derived amusement from the brash behaviour of Fell-verse monsters. More than once, a Tale-verse monster would have to explain the common social etiquettes of human society to a Fell-verse monster.

“He wasn’t trying to kill you, he was just offering you a drink.”

And, as time took its course, the question of Tale-verse and Fell-verse monsters entering ‘intimate relationships’ with each other arose. At first, the mere suggestion was met with utter indignance.

On the Tale-verse end, one often heard comments such as: “Utterly absurd! Can you imagine actually trying to tame one of those creatures long enough to have relations with it? I, for one, am content to let them ravage each other instead of those of us with a little dignity!”

And, on the Fell-verse side of things: “yeah, i guess i’d fuck a—heh—tail-verse or two. but, like, do they even know what they’re doin’? … do they know what fuckin’ is?”

Yet for all the doubts and naysaying, nature inevitably took its course, and soon, relationships between Fell-verse and Tale-verse monsters came to be—rare, though they were.

It soon came to the attention of the Tale-verse monsters however, that their Fell-verse counterparts had a fairly… abnormal method of courtship. Many seemed to lack the charisma acquired to ‘woo’ the Tale-verse monsters—a fact they made up for in blunt, unashamed forwardness. And though this approach had its benefits (most Fell monsters weren’t overly fond of small-talk), its success rate was fairly laughable. As it turned out, Tale-verse monsters tended to expect a little more decorum from their suitors.

Another trait which seemed prominent among Fell-verse monsters, was the (sometimes mildly aggressive) tendency towards competitiveness. And in the case of seduction, this often led to the unabashed art of bragging of one’s conquests. It soon became a point of pride, for one to be able to say that they had been intimate with a Tale-verse monster. After all, what sort of social prowess must one possess to be able to seduce such an enigmatic creature?

Twist, a skeleton monster (and one of very few, at that), could make no claim to possessing any degree of subtlety or finesse when faced with social encounters. What he didn’t lack however—was confidence. While he’d never been one to brag (at least, not explicitly), his list of Tale-verse conquests was to be admired. Whether it was his words or his reputation—few could be sure—but Twist seemed to possess a knack for charming his way into the beds of Tale-verse monsters.

Cash, another Fell-verse skeleton, could make similar proclamations about his sex-life—and he did. Though a little shy of Twist’s level of confidence, Cash was a very proud monster, and took great strides to ensure the word of his prowess spread as far as was possible. Though he lacked Twist’s charm (and for Twist, ‘charm’ was probably a generous descriptor), he certainly had no shortage of affluence. When his wits failed him, he always had his wealth to fall back on (and it served him well).

But, as it stood, neither Twist nor Cash were quite satisfied with the list of successful Tale-verse endeavours to their names. There was one they would have liked to add—a monster they’d both had in interest in for quite some time.

Rus was a Tale-verse skeleton—and a rather fascinating one at that (in the shared opinion of Twist and Cash, in any case). Though Tale-verse through and through, Rus was rather a curiosity for the two Fell skeletons. He smiled—a lot—yet there was something behind his smile that left the mind wondering. The smile was by no means false, but it held a certain degree of ambiguity, which stirred an element of uncertainty—and intrigue—in the Fell-verse skeletons.

Being of the same ilk, Twist and Cash saw in each other a competitor for Rus’s affections. While both had yet to make a move on him, the tension between them had been present for a long time. And it was on a warm Friday night—at one of the skeletons’ weekly gatherings—that these tensions rose to a head.

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Twist was a monster who made it his mission to spend as much time in public as his schedule allowed. So when the Tale-verse skeletons had proposed a weekly ‘pub night’—a visit to their neighbourhood’s local watering hole—Twist had been one of the first to speak up in favour of the idea (in spite of many of the other Fell-verse skeletons’ protests to the ‘Tale-verse nonsense’). And once the tradition had begun, Twist had become one of the few (if not the only) to attend every single gathering.

And this week was no different. He sat at the bar, sipping his drink and observing the other patrons (monsters and humans alike) chatting and laughing away. It was a relatively quiet night, and only a few of the skeletons had deigned to show up. Rus and Cash were both in attendance, and as it stood—very much occupied by each other.

Twist watched, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement, as Cash made his very best effort to hold Rus’s attentions. They were seated in a booth along with two of the other skeletons—Red, and Blackberry (Twist’s brother). But neither Rus nor Cash were paying much heed to the other two, sitting a little closer to each other than was perhaps necessary for an ordinary conversation.

But Twist knew it would be a while still before Cash was ready to make his move. The set of his shoulders was tense and anxious, and he barely seemed able to maintain eye contact with Rus for more than a few seconds. Twist would have been more than eager to indulge himself in the entertaining activity of watching Cash squander each passing opportunity to seduce Rus for the entire night—but, Twist wasn’t known for his patience, so after downing the remainder of his drink, he stood and crossed the bar.

As he approached the booth, Rus and Cash both looked up (the latter appearing a little less than pleased at the intrusion). “Heya, Tale-verse,” Twist addressed Rus, grinning.

“twisted,” Rus greeted in response.

Cash was giving Twist an apathetic glare, and Twist lifted a challenging brow-bone before returning his attentions to Rus. “Y’know, ‘m feelin’ a little pent up—ya wanna head back ta my place fer a couple a’ hours?”

Twist knew he was taking a risk; though this very direct method of enticement had worked in the past, Rus was difficult to read. Cash, on the other hand, made no effort to hide his bewilderment. “for goodness sake, twist, ya can’t just—”

“sure,” Rus responded, standing. Cash blinked, clearly stunned (in truth, Twist couldn’t claim to be any less surprised, but he refrained from revealing as much). Rus shot Cash a smile. “i’ll see you later, moneybags.”

Cash seemed to be struggling to find words, looking crestfallen as Twist slung an arm over Rus’s shoulders, pulling him against his side. “Don’ worry, Patches, I’ll take good care a’ him,” Twist said, knowing full well that the nickname embarrassed Cash to no end.

True to his nature, Cash blushed a pale shade of violet, ducking his head and turning his covered eye away. Twist chuckled, and pressed his teeth to the crown of Rus’s skull. “Ready ta head off then, sweetheart? I’m as good as they say, promise,” he added, with a wink.

“oh, i don’t doubt it,” Rus said. “and if you prove to be better—maybe i’ll even consider fucking you again.” Twist took no small amount of delight in the smug grin he was able to cast in Cash’s direction as he led Rus from the bar.

Needless to say, he’d won.

And, as it turned out, Rus was just as profound a partner as Twist had been hoping (more so, even). His stamina was surprising for someone of his HP, and he made very little effort to keep himself quiet (which Twist appreciated immensely). He was also astoundingly more attentive than Twist had been expecting—leaving Twist more satisfied than he could have hoped for.

As they lay beside each other on Twist’s mattress, Twist couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Gotta say, Tale-verse, I’m impressed,” he said, a little breathlessly.

“i’d be offended if you weren’t,” Rus replied, smirking. He rolled over, pressing himself against Twist’s side and resting his head on his shoulder. “you weren’t half bad yourself.”

Twist was somewhat startled by the gentle display of affection—and had to remind himself for a moment that Rus was a Tale-verse monster. Well, though unfamiliar, it certainly wasn’t anything Twist was opposed to. After a moment’s hesitation, he returned the gesture, wrapping an arm around Rus. It felt… nice.

The pleasant haze of their afterglow was broken by the dull buzz of Rus’s cell phone. Casting Twist a sheepish grin, he untangled himself from his arms, turning over and answering the call. “heya, cash. what’s up?”

Twist froze in disbelief. Why would Patches be calling now…?

“what am i doing…?” Rus turned to cast Twist a wink. “something unfathomably stupid.” Twist stifled a snort, but watched Rus carefully. There was no chance Cash was simply calling for a friendly chat; his motivations were undoubtedly less than honest. “hmm, your place?” Rus’s response to whatever Cash had said confirmed Twist’s suspicions. “tell you what—why don’t you give me an hour? that work?” Rus stifled a snort, his gaze flickering to Twist. “yeah, i’ll shower first, you asshole. see you soon.”

For a moment, Twist had to remind himself not to gape. He stared at Rus as he hung up, struggling to hide his bewilderment. “Yer… meetin’ up with Patches?” he asked cautiously, ensuring he hadn’t misunderstood the phone call.

Rus flushed slightly, but smiled, his eyes darting away from Twist. “yeah… something wrong with that?”

Twist blinked, trying to comprehend the situation. While Cash’s intrusion was not unexpected—Rus’s agreement to his offer certainly was. Still, Twist wasn’t one to back down so easily—though he couldn’t stop Rus from engaging with Cash tonight… he could certainly delay him. “We still go ‘n hour, don’ we?”

Rus shrugged. “i suppose.”

“Good.” Grinning, Twist rolled them over, straddling Rus’s hips. He leaned down, kissing the surprised look off Rus’s face. “’Cause I’ve got a few more things I’d like ta do ta ya before ya go.”

Twist considered it a victory that Rus didn’t have time to shower before he left.

Twist made sure to awake before sunrise the next morning. His bones ached pleasantly from the previous night’s activities, and his magic felt considerably warm and settled. After a quick breakfast, he made his way to the nearest bus stop. He was at Cash’s house before seven. Not bothering to ring the bell of the ridiculously pricy penthouse, Twist waltzed inside—noting that Cash seemed to have forgotten to lock the front door. He certainly must have been eager.

To Twist’s surprise, Rus was sprawled out on one of the lavish sofas in the living room, fast asleep. Cash was nowhere in sight. Shooting a cautious glance at the staircase, Twist approached Rus, placing a light hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Tale-verse,” he whispered, as Rus blearily opened his eye sockets. He blinked at Twist in surprise, a hint of amusement in his features.

“twisted… couldn’t stay away, could you?” Rus murmured through a yawn.

“Nah.” Twist grinned, climbing onto the sofa beside Rus. “Patches made ya sleep on the couch?” he questioned, lifting a brow bone.

“who says we were sleeping?” Rus asked, smirking.

Twist chuckled, leaning in. “Wanna not sleep some more?”

Rus snorted. “you sure have a way with words, twisted. do you want me to suck you off or eat you out?”

Twist grinned, feeling victorious. Leaning in, he pressed their teeth together, satisfied by Rus’s soft hum of appreciation. “How ‘bout both?” he murmured, nipping at Rus’s jaw.

Rus drew away to regard him with dubiety. “now you’re just being greedy.”

“Why waste a mouth as exquisite as yers on jus’ one form of oral?”

“well now, how can i say no to such a sweet-talker?”

Twist couldn’t decide if he was more satisfied by Rus’s performance, or the look on Cash’s face when he emerged at the top of the stairs to find Rus with his head between Twist’s legs.

A week passed without incident (sexual or otherwise), and it wasn’t until the skeletons’ next gathering that Twist saw Rus and Cash again. The day was hot, and Twist was thankful for the cool air-conditioning inside the bar. What he was not so thankful for however, was the sight of Cash and Rus huddled beside each other in one of the corner booths.

By all appearances, things seemed fairly normal (but, perhaps, for their proximity to each other). But as Twist drew closer, he came to notice a rather strange expression on Rus’s face. He looked almost pained, and light beads of sweat dotted his skull. It was only when Twist caught Cash’s expression—an almost vindictive grin—that he realised something more was at play.

Any other monster would have shied away the moment they caught whim of what was going on between the two skeletons—but Twist wasn’t just any monster. Shame was something relatively foreign to him, and without qualm, he sat down beside them, shooting Cash a broad grin. “Heya, Tale-verse—Patches—what’re ya up to?”

Rus’s eyes went wide, a heavy blush sinking into his features. But when he opened his mouth to speak, Cash cut in, leaning over to regard Twist with a challenging tilt of his head. “not much. i was just givin’ rus a hand with somethin’. isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Rus blushed deeper as Cash’s teeth grazed his neck, but he nodded (a little breathlessly), remaining silent.

Twist observed them, projecting unfazed amusement despite the frustration Cash was igniting within him. “Well,” he said, shrugging with casual indifference and leaning back, “don’ stop on my account.”

“we weren’t,” Cash growled, and Rus whimpered softly, turning to bury his face in Cash’s chest. But Cash stopped him, holding him at bay with his free hand (the other was currently… occupied). “nah, love. i want ya ta look at him. go on. turn around.”

Rus stared at Cash for a few seconds, tears leaking from the corners of his eye sockets, before turning hesitantly to look at Twist. Cash pressed his teeth to Rus’s acoustic meatus, whispering something too quiet for Twist to hear. But given the sudden heated look that crossed Rus’s features—it wasn’t difficult to guess the nature of Cash’s words.

Twist knew walking away would be admitting defeat, but he still felt thoroughly put on the spot. Embarrassment wasn’t really an emotion he was familiar with, yet he could feel magic tingling beneath the surface of his bones. Rus’s expression was an enticing mixture of bliss and discomposure, his eyes straying from Twist’s face, and his cheeks glowing. Though Twist would normally be more than inclined to enjoy the display, Cash’s complacent smirk was very off-putting.

He relinquished to sit and watch, forcing his features to appear neutral, until at last Cash pressed his hand over Rus’s mouth to muffle his cries, and pulled away. “you were perfect, darlin’,” Cash murmured, running his tongue over Rus’s neck, while keeping his gaze firmly locked on Twist. “gonna go wash my hands,” he said, sliding out of the booth and casting Twist a triumphant smirk. “don’t worry, love, i took good care of ‘im.”

Twist watched Cash go, pressing back the retorts he itched to speak. When Cash was out of sight, Twist turned to Rus, who still looked a little flushed. Shuffling over, Twist traced his fingers over the back of Rus’s hand playfully, leaning in to murmur, “Need me ta take ya home, Tale-verse? I can give y’a ride.”

Rus glanced at him, lifting a brow-bone. “you don’t drive,” he pointed out.

“Not that kinda ride, sweetheart.”

By some miracle, Rus agreed. Twist was more than obliged to continue his rivalry with Cash—indeed, he was rather delighted. The competition was thrilling—seeing the mix of outrage and frustration on Cash’s face every time Twist gained the upper hand was immensely satisfying. Not to mention, Rus was a damn good fuck.

****

Cash had never been one for socialising. He tended to avoid human (and monster) interaction as much as physically possible, and spending time in the presence of crowds was a peeve of his. He had been one of the first to reject the bullshit Tale-verse suggestion for a ‘weekly hang-out’. In fact, the first time he had attended had only been at Twist’s unrelenting insistence.

He had attended every one since.

Cash liked Rus. He liked talking to him, being around him, touching him. He was all sweet smiles and soft whispers and subtle glances that made Cash feel wanted. So on that warm Friday night, Cash’s soul had leapt a little when Rus had chosen to sit beside him. Him—and not that Twisted asshole who kept shooting them glances from across the bar. Cash made sure to establish the fact that Rus’s attentions were his for the night. He shuffled close to him, leaned in, and did his best to smile and engage.

But for the life of him, he couldn’t seem to get the right words out—hell, he could barely look at Rus without blushing. And before long, Twist was standing beside their booth, his body angled in such a way that flaunted the sharp curve of his hip and displayed just a sliver of his clavicle. His eyes were on Rus, but Cash caught the brief smug glances in his direction.

When Rus left with Twist, it felt as if a dagger had embedded itself in Cash’s chest. His fists trembled at his sides, and he could do little but stare at the hard oak of the table as his magic boiled. He caught a glimpse of Blackberry’s smug half-smile across the table, and snapped his head up, teeth gritted. “somethin’ to say, berry?”

Blackberry sighed, sounding almost pitying. “You’re not going to win against him, Cash,” he stated simply.

Irritated, Cash cast a glance at Red, who merely shrugged in concession. “yeah, uh, sorry bud. the twisted’s got ya beat by a mile an’ a half.”

Cash stared at both of them for half a minute before standing abruptly, marching for the door without so much as a ‘goodbye’. He seldom bothered mustering the energy for petty competitions—but Twist somehow seemed to know just which of his buttons to push, and Cash was nothing if not stubborn. He would not be losing this.

Relief flooded Cash when Rus picked up on the other end of the line around an hour later (a very small part of him entertained the idea that Rus had been hoping Cash would call). And Rus’s unfaltering agreement to come over sent Cash’s soul aflutter. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he hung up, wishing more than anything that he could see the look on the Twisted bastard’s face.

When Rus arrived an hour later, he was looking a little dishevelled. “you smell like sex,” Cash remarked, letting him in.

Rus hummed in agreement, crossing the room and flopping onto one of the plush sofas. “uh… yeah. that’s normally what happens when you have sex.” Cash felt a sick pit settling in his chest, and he grimaced. Seeming to sense his discomfort, Rus quickly shook his head, smiling. “but… feel free to try and prove me wrong.” His tongue danced over his teeth, and Cash felt warmth pooling in his groin.

After pouring them both a glass of his most expensive champagne, he sat beside Rus, who seemed more than grateful for the drink. “are you trying to get me drunk, cash?” he asked, lifting a brow-bone in teasing.

“i’m trying to give you the treatment you deserve,” Cash told him, smoothly. His breath stuttered as Rus’s hand glided slowly up his femur, settling just beneath his pelvic inlet.

“fuck me on this sofa, and i’ll consider myself treated,” Rus purred, pressing his teeth against Cash’s neck. Though Cash normally turn his nose up at the thought of sullying his pristine couches—he decided to make an exception for Rus.

And oh, was he glad he did. Though fucking Rus was sweet and gentle, it was nothing like Cash had imagined it to be. Though Rus was soft and considerate—he was by no means submissive. Even as Cash pounded into him, he could feel Rus guiding his movements, encouraging him, whispering words of praise and adoration.

When Cash came, it was with tears in his eyes, and Rus’s name falling from his mouth. He flushed at how embarrassingly quickly he had reached his climax, but Rus seemed unconcerned, almost immediately curling up against him and falling asleep.

A little startled at the unreserved display of trust, Cash carefully pried himself out of Rus’s arms, gathering a blanket and draping it over him before hurrying upstairs, his cheeks burning. A small bloom of pride unfurled inside him—where Rus had only remained with Twist for a mere hour, he had chosen to stay with Cash for an entire night (even if he was only sleeping on his sofa). Cash almost considered joining him, but decided against it, the thought a little daunting.

Needless to say, the fury and despair he felt at finding Twist in his living room the next morning with Rus’s face buried in his crotch—was unfathomable. Cash vowed nothing short of bitter revenge in return.

A week later, he delivered on his promise.

The blistering heat of the day did nothing to quell the heady agitation of Cash’s magic, and he was more than grateful when he found Rus sitting in their usual booth alone at the bar. Sliding in beside him, he pushed his misgivings to the back of his mind, and slung his arm over Rus’s shoulders, leaning into him. “bit warm today, isn’ it?” he remarked, satisfied by the look of surprise on Rus’s face.

“i—i suppose it is,” Rus said, seeming a little taken off guard by the physical gesture. This delighted Cash, and he tugged Rus closer. He could feel the heat radiating from his body, and dared to indulge the idea that Rus might be just as horny as he was.

He turned his head to press his teeth to the angle of Rus’s jaw, feeling a shudder go through Rus as he scraped his teeth over the bone. “hmm… you smell delicious, y’know that?”

Rus’s breath hitched as Cash’s fingers found the waistband of his pants, teasing at the base of his spine and iliac crest. “i—the others might be here soon,” he murmured, his breathing beginning to quicken.

“do you want me ta stop?” Cash asked, pausing.

“i don’t… n-no.”

“good,” Cash breathed, his fingers finding the pool of magic which had settled at Rus’s pelvic inlet. “because i really don’t want ta stop… and besides, pretty sure the twisted asshole is the only one showin’ up today.”

Rus pulled away slightly to glance at him, a brow-bone lifted in skeptical amusement. Cash flushed a little, suddenly wishing he hadn’t spoken. But to his surprise, Rus only grinned and leaned close to whisper, “well then, we’d better put on a damn good show.”

By the time Twist arrived, Rus was barely short of a mess of sweat and magic in Cash’s hands (or, hand, rather). The sudden expansion of Twist’s eye-light didn’t surprise Cash, and he smirked as he caught Twist’s gaze. He was a little surprised when Twist sat down beside them—even more so when he remained where he was after it became obvious that Cash wasn’t stopping.

Cash heaved Rus closer, wrapping his free arm around his chest possessively, and whispering obscene words against his skull. Throughout the encounter, he refused to release Twist’s gaze—the bastard needed to learn that Cash wasn’t one to accept defeat so easily. For once, Cash found himself struggling to read Twist’s expression. His eye would occasionally stray to Rus’s face, but for the most part, he seemed to be having difficulty keeping it off Cash.

When Rus came, Cash pressed his hand over his mouth to silence him, despite the rowdy chatter that filled the bar. He allowed Rus barely a moment to catch his breath before leaning in to smooth his tongue over Rus’s neck. “you were perfect, darlin’,” he breathed, softly, carefully gauging Twist’s response. To his disappointment, Twist appeared (for the most part) unaffected by the display, but for the pale flush of magic around the spiderweb cracks of his eye socket. Giving Rus’s femur a gentle squeeze, Cash stood. “gonna go wash my hands.” He glanced at Twist, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. “don’t worry, love, i took good care of ‘im.”

As he walked away, Cash preened at the way Twist’s jaw clenched—just a little. Though he knew this competition of theirs was far from over, he couldn’t help but revel in his small victory. While he was more than enjoying the pleasure of Rus’s company, he was beginning to find himself quite thrilled by Twist’s small slips in composure. The idea of seeing him fall apart completely was… more than intriguing.

****

The feud between Twist and Cash continued for weeks. With Rus as their weapon of choice, they tormented each other to no end—going so far as to interrupt one another in the midst of their ‘revenge schemes’. One positive at least, was that Rus seemed to have no complaints in regards to the arrangement. If he had any reservations about his role in Twist and Cash’s rivalry, he made no mention of them. Truth be told, he appeared a rather enthusiastic participant.

But, one Friday night at the bar, their antics were brought to a rather abrupt end.

Twist’s hand had somehow found its way up the back of Rus’s shirt, and he had his fingers curled around Rus’s spine—a predicament Rus seemed quite satisfied with. Particularly when coupled with the feeling of Cash’s sharp fingers on his ribs. The look on his face was something akin to deep bliss—though the same could not be said for Twist and Cash. Over Rus, they shared a piercing glare, each determined to outdo the other.

It was only when Edge (who had been observing the endeavour in silent distaste after being quite forgotten by the other three skeletons) loudly declared, “Oh for fuck’s sake, Rus—would you just pick one of them?”—that Twist, Cash, and Rus all came to a simultaneous halt, looking up at Edge in surprise.

Immediately, Twist and Cash exchanged a frantic glance. In the midst of all their attempts to best each other, not once had it occurred to them to simply ask Rus which of them he preferred. And suddenly, all attention was on the Tale-verse skeleton, who faltered beneath the gazes of the other three. “w-well…” he stammered, averting his gaze.

“… well?” Cash was quite literally sitting on the edge of his seat, his fingers clenched around the corner of the table. “which of us is it?”

Rus shook his head, releasing a quiet, humourless laugh. “look—it’s not that easy. i—”

“C’mon, Patches,” Twist interjected, shooting Cash a dubious grin. “It’s obviously me. Ya can’ even last more than a couple a’ minutes.”

Fuming, Cash opened his mouth to snap back at Twist—but Edge quickly cut in, sighing. “Aggrandising your own sexual prowess isn’t going to achieve anything, Twist,” he said, sharply, silencing Twist. “It’s precisely how the two of you landed yourselves in this dilemma in the first place… Rus?” Something unspoken seemed to pass between Rus and Edge—an understanding beyond what Twist or Cash had the capacity to comprehend in that moment.

Rus glanced between Twist and Cash anxiously, resting a hand on each of their arms. But their surprise at the unexpected gentle contact was nothing compared to when Rus quietly confessed, “i… i want both of you.”

#my writing #Fell-verse courtship #TwistedHoneyMoney #Just dicking around. No biggie.#us papyrus #purple sf papyrus #twist papyrus #GiveCashMoreLove2k18

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 years ago

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Matchup

Hello! I think I’ve only done 1 matchup before so I hope this is enough while not being too long. I’ll try to organize everything appropriately.

General: I’m non-binary and my sexuality is..eh. I’ve switched between bi/pan and demisexual for awhile but overall prefer queer as a label. I have no preference for gender. I have a kinda soft punk-cryptidcore style. I’m a bit shorter with a lot of chub.

My body hates me: I’m chronically ill. I take meds including injections. I get 1 and I go in for nerve blocks and Botox in my head and shoulder area for pain. I don’t really do much physically. I’m vaguely diagnosed with autism and probably have adhd too. I have sensory issues, mostly auditory. I almost always wear headphones. I did have surgery that moved my brain up a bit and shaved down some bone to get that good spine juice moving. I have to use unscented stuff and lotion up after every watery encounter. I do have soft skin though! I also struggle with depression and anxiety.

Likes: I often hyperfixate one a couple pieces of media. I like food, animals, and creatives things! I make jewelry and paint and draw. I wanna try adding stuff to spice up my clothes. I love zoology and wanna go into ornithology. I’m also into more political scenes with my whole vaguely punk thing. It does occupy a lot of my head.

Dislikes: I really need space sometimes. I can get snappy when I’m upset so I try to back off to calm down. I just don’t like pushiness. I try to meet in the middle and communicate so refusing to do so too makes me really frustrated. It takes pretty large differences for me to hate someone, though. It’s mostly resigned dislike.

Faults: I have periods where I’m just annoyed and upset with everything. I try not to take it out on anyone. I want to be close but find myself being really distant. I can talk but deeper things are really hard. I want to have a really deep relationship but it’s so hard.

10 years: I want to go to college and go into research about ornithology. I don’t know much further than that. Just the general stuff ig??

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Hello !

There was only a few choices possible for you : HT Papyrus and SF Sans could have been two other possible candidates. But the one who wins your heart is...

UNDERFELL PAPYRUS (Edge) !

Edge will not be the best at first to deal with your life. He's loud, he's picky and he is not the best at the sentimental thingy. But Edge has one quality that save everything : he is a quick learner. You said a thing once and you don't need to say it ever again. That's how you almost made him quiet, and aware of your anxiety, and that's awoken his need to protect people he is close too. He reads a lots of stuff to help as best as he can to adapt your little particularities with your ADHD and your chronic illness.

Once you know him enough, Edge is actually a big excited kitten. Just like you, he tends to hyperfocus on things he likes, which including mostly cooking, gardening, and some TV shows of Mettaton he can somehow watch a million times. If you love food, he will try new things everyday, and even try to match food to your mood, clothes, hair colour and other things. You're his inspiration. Despite this, he is not that creative, he prefers to reproduct things he saw before, even if it happens he has a sudden flash of inspiration. He is very supportive of what you're doing though.

He can perfectly understand your need of space, he is like that too sometimes. When he is a bit anxious or angry, he prefers to take distances instead of screaming and triggering you. He hates being pushed too, and it's actually a dealbreaker. He got cornered so many times physically and mentally in his past that it's triggering him very quickly. He's fine with the mood change as long you're forgiving his own changes too. He's not always happy nor optimistic, but it's usually don't happen for long. He's happy to talk about anything you want, communication is key. However, he won't confess about his past and very triggering things before he feels perfectly safe, which might take a while.

He loves animals (cats more especially), but he's curious about birds too and he is more than happy to learn more about them with you. He is an excellent listener and whatever passionates you is passionating him too!

It will not be an easy relationship, but it turns well in the end!

#submission #underfell #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #match up event

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mysteira6 · 7 years ago

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Frans Week 2018 Day 3: Magic Mischief

@fransweek

New Areas!

Tbh, this was inspired by another picture by @enelica who drew this picture for day 1. It was so cool and I was instantly inspired by it.

Enjoy!

~~~~~~ “Sans, come on! You’ve gotta see what I’ve found!”

He chuckled in amusement. “Alright, alright, I’m coming,”

As the brown-haired girl ran ahead, the relaxed, laid-back skeleton followed after her, a grin on his face and his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. The duo were walking past empty shophouses that used to serve as homes for those who lived in New Home. Now, they were all empty and yet, Frisk was insistent of coming here, of all places. Normally, Sans wouldn’t go back to the Underground, but since it was for Frisk, he agreed.

After a while, the human girl slowed down, her brown eyes darting left and right in search of her destination. “If I’m not wrong, it should be riiiiight… there!” She pointed at a shophouse at the end of the street, which was strangely out of place with red walls, no windows and a green door. Frisk ran over to the door and turned its handle, calling to Sans. “Come on! It’s in here!”

Sans tilted his head slightly in curiosity before hurrying over and entering the house with her. As soon as he stepped into the house, he could smell old, aged paper all over the place, along with the smell of unburnt firewood.

The first room that he and Frisk had stepped in looked like a study, the bookshelves filled with many books. In the middle of the room was a large black empty cauldron, with some burnt and unlit wood underneath it. He could see from the corner of his eye that the room behind the study had cabinets with transparent doors, with jars of weird ingredients inside. On right side of the hallway that lead to the other room was a gold sign with a message inscribed in odd symbols. Other than the books on the shelves, there were stacks of more books and papers all over the place, its edges yellowed through the passage of time.

“Ta dah!!” Frisk said, throwing her arms in the air for dramatic effect. “What do you think? I found it the other day!”

Sans blinked twice, still taking it all in. “Hm, this doesn’t look like any of the other houses in New Home,”

“I know right?” Frisk replied, trotting over to a nearby bookshelf and picking up a book from one of the stacks. “Most of the books are written in Monster language though, so I can’t understand any of them. So are the labels of the jars next door and even that sign over there,”

“And you brought me here to try and translate for you?” Sans raised at eyebrow at her. “Buddy, I’m flattered that you’d think I’m a smart guy, but why didn’t you want Tori or Alphys to come with you instead?”

“They’re busy on the surface! Also, you need to move around more,” She protested, her hands holding her book tightly. “You always stay at home like a bag of lazybones!”

He snickered at her pun. “Well if you say so. Also what that sign says is a little interesting,”

Her eyes lit up at that. “You can read it?”

He nodded, walking towards the sign at the far end of the room. “It says, For thou does not need magic to make things happen / Thou only requires determination’,” His eyes looked around the bookshelves. “Most of the books here have titles that include the word, ‘potion’ too,”

She gasped in surprise. “Determination… Does that mean that I can make magical potions?!”

“Can’t be sure about that,” He said, turning back around. “But it doesn’t hurt to try. Plus, I’m curious about this stuff too,”

The skeleton walked back to the human girl, who had her eyes wide open as she flipped through the book in her hands. “Tell you what Frisk,” He ruffled her hair affectionately. “I’ll be your translator and the apothecary and you’ll be the little witch watching over the cauldron, alright?”

She nodded, excited to start making some potions.

~~~~~~

Back on the surface, the sun had begun to set but Frisk and Sans were still in the mysterious house in New Home, mixing and grinding ingredients to make more potions. During the course of the whole afternoon, the duo had made a jump potion, a flying potion, a potion that makes horns grow out of your head and many more. The ingredients that were in the jars didn’t seem to run out either and once they lit the fire under the cauldron, it never went out. Sans eventually concluded that the house was enchanted.

“Enchanted?” Frisk mused, tossing a cup of crushed lavender petals into the cauldron. “Does it mean that the house has a mind of its own?”

Sans shook his head, taking back the empty cup from Frisk. “Not necessarily. A monster must’ve used magic a lot in this house, so it might’ve leaked out into the house itself. Either that, or the monster casted a special spell on the house,”

Frisk bit her bottom lip. “You don’t think that the owner still lives here, do you?”

“Nah, i checked upstairs already, the place is deserted,” Sans confirmed, giving her a smile to reassure her. “The ingredients might’ve just replenished itself on its own,” He turned back to the ingredients on the cart he found in the other room. “What’s left?”

“A cup of rose petals and three tablespoons of vanilla essence,” Frisk read from the list beside her, which was a translated copy of the next potion’s recipe from the book.

“Sheesh, are we making a potion or a cake?” Sans joked, passing the said ingredients to the human girl. “Speaking of which, what are you making, kiddo?”

“It’s a secret!” She whispered to him, giggling a little after that. “Either way, you’ll find out tomorrow morning. It’s gonna take all night for it to boil,”

“All night?”

“What were you expecting from a potion that doesn’t require determination?”

“Fair enough,” Sans yawned in response. “Welp, time for us to sleep then,” He wheeled the cart back to the other room. “There are some bed upstairs so I’m gonna hit the sack. You coming, Frisk?”

“In a minute,” She called back to him. “I’m gonna stir the mixture a bit for a while,”

“Sure thing. Goodnight, kiddo,”

Frisk continued to stir the cauldron as the monster climbed up the stairs. After she hear light snores coming from upstairs, Frisk let out a soft giggle, stopped stirring the mixture and took a ketchup bottle out of her backpack.

“I sure hope this love potion works…” She muttered to herself as she slowly fell asleep.

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A few hours had passed before Frisk woke up again, getting ready for the final stage of her master plan. When they had first arrived at the house, she had picked up a book from the bookshelf, and on one of the few last pages, she found a recipe which had some hearts drawn on it. To confirm her thoughts, she pulled out a sheet of blank paper and wrote down the first word of the potion’s name, asking Sans to translate it afterward. True enough, the first word was ‘love’.

“I’m not too sure how much of this potion I should add, but I’m guessing that a cup will be enough,” Frisk murmured to herself, dumping out some of the ketchup bottle’s contents and replacing it with a cup of the potion, which had a pinkish hue. She closed the cap and gave the bottle a little shake to mix the potion with ketchup.

“Perfect,” She said, smiling at herself. She blushed at the thought of Sans falling instantly in love with her after drinking all the contents of the ketchup bottle. Okay, she will admit that she was kind of forcing this on him, but after what Papyrus had told her the other day (“HUMAN! I’M NOT SURE WHY, SANS HAD BEEN CALLING OUT YOUR NAME IN HIS SLEEP FOR THE PAST FEW DAYS NOW, AND HIS CHEEKS ARE ALWAYS BLUE WHEN THAT HAPPENS!”), she couldn’t stop thinking about him falling in love with her.

Her cheeks were flushed red as she climbed up the stairs, soon finding Sans sleeping on a bed in the corner. The human girl laughed again, clutching the ketchup bottle in her hands tightly as she sauntered over to the sleeping skeleton, poking his neck a little.

“Sans, wake up!” She said, poking him even more when he did not stir.

It was a while before Sans woke up, lazily sitting up as he rubbed his eye sockets. “KId, what’s up? It’s a little too early for you to be-”

“Here you go!” She cut him off, thrusting the ketchup bottle into his bony hands. She quickly retracted her hands as the skeleton stared at the item in his hands. “Ketchup? What’s this about, kiddo?”

“It’s for you!” She grinned gleefully. “As a thank-you for coming down here with me and making all those potions with me. I.. I really enjoyed my afternoon yesterday, Sans,”

Sans stood still for a moment before he smiled back. “No problem, Frisk. I, liked making potions with you too,” He replied, his cheeks slightly blue.

So Papyrus really wasn’t lying…

The silence between them was interrupted by a loud growl. Along with an embarrassed chuckle.

“Oops, looks like even skeletons can get hungry too,” Sans remarked, opening the cap of the ketchup bottle. “You want any?”

“No thanks. It’s all for you anyway,” Frisk politely declined. “Bone appetit,”

Sans laughed at her pun again before drinking the contents of the bottle, and Frisk watched in anticipation as he completed the whole bottle in one big gulp. After he finished the bottle, he shut his eye sockets.

The silence between them was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

Then, as he opened his eyes again, Frisk could see a small pink glint sparkle in his pupils. “Sans?” She asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you alright?

As soon as the skeleton turned to her, his cheeks turned blue in mere milliseconds. His eyes were locked onto hers, and Frisk had to swallow her saliva as he stared at her intensely.

Did it work? Was the only question in her mind.

Her question was soon answered when he grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her towards him, perching his teeth on her lips, giving her a deep, deep kiss. At first, she was startled, but soon relaxed and deepened the kiss between them, wrapping her arms around his neck as his hands coiled around her waist.

They just stayed there for many minutes before Frisk tried to break away from the kiss. However, Sans wouldn’t allow it and held tightly to her waist, refusing to break the kiss. Soon, she could feel her soul being pulled towards Sans as she toppled on top of him, their lips still connected. As soon as Sans was lying down on the bed again, he wrapped a hand around her head, pushing her face closer to him to keep kissing her again, and again, and again. Frisk couldn’t do a single thing to stop him, Sans was way too strong…

It felt like it had been hours before Sans finally broke the kiss between them, leaving Frisk with a full-blown red face as her small figure fell on top of the skeleton, her breaths heavy.

Sans was panting as well, but there was a wide smirk on his face. “Nice try, kiddo,” He said teasingly.

“But that potion didn’t work on me,”

Her eyes instantly widened. “What? But then, all that-”

“Was all by me and me alone,” Sans finished, flashing her his cheeky grin. “Didja really think that I didn’t read the book? I knew you had something in mind when you asked me to translate the word ‘love’,”

At that, Frisk let out an embarrassed squeal, quickly covering her face with her hands. Sans chortled at the adorable sight, slowly turning over so that Frisk was resting on the bed as well. He brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears before leaning close to her. “I love you, Frisk,” He murmured to her. “And I don’t need a love potion to make me love you either,”

The human girl shyly leaned closer to him, burying her face into his chest. “I-I love you too!” She replied, her face still as red as a tomato.

Sans laughed again as he gave her another sweet kiss on the head. “I know,”

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The enemy leader tells the sargent S/O, "Join me. Accept, and I'll spare you. Refuse, and I'll kill everyone you love." Her time with her partner has made her grow emotional again (she's not as cold as she is meant to be), and she quickly accepts. Now, she must kill monsters; that is, follow his orders. During an attack, she encounters her partner after years of being away (due to war), and is told to kill him — or she'll die in the spot by the leader. • For UT/UF!Sans, US!Papyrus and UT!Undyne?

{ Your ask made me think about an episode of Black Mirror, that series is very interesting and omg-! I thought about that episode called Men against fire where the soldiers have a chip that made them see persons in different ways but maybe I should not do spoilers. Now I want to see Black Mirror again. I should take some inspiration from that episode so we don’t blame the poor Chara every time these things happen

The angst knocks on your door… }

〷 Sansy 〷

The time passed inexorable and Sans has already lost all his hope because you did not come back. The weeks became months and the months were turned to years. No traces of you. Anywhere. At the beginning, he received a letter from you every weeks and he was so glad to read about your adventures like you were by his side and you seemed fine there despite it was a hard place. You were still the fantastic person of every day, you were just far away so he kept living his life made by those few letters you sent.After a year, the things started to change and you stopped to send letters to him, Sans thought it was a mistake and you were too busy since there were always missions and duties. He could not expect you always had time for him. He was worried anyway because he needed an explication. He had to know if you were safe and alive!As the second year passed without he had any news about you, Sans was becoming duller and angrier because it was impossible. No letters nor a call, not even during the holidays. It seemed you were dead so he did not know what to think about it. He tried so many times to contact your boss for having some information about your state but nobody answered and the phone lines were interrupted. The poor skeleton jumped to the conclusion that you were death and something horrible happened to your platoon since he could not contact nobody of them. It was too strange and no media was talking about it so maybe there was some kind of mysterious plot behind it even if Sans was not the kind of person who believed in this stuff.The day you came back home, it was a dark night and he did not expect your visit since he thought you were on the other side right now. Because of his insomnia, he was awake so he heard some noises coming from the front door. He teleported himself there for checking if a thief invaded his house. He was completely shocked the moment he saw you in the doorway holding a gun and your eyes were cold and distant like you were somewhere else. He had his guard up anyway because he could not know what you became after the war. He knew wars generated true monsters. Then, with your low and tired voice, you explained to him that you missed him so much and you were sorry that you had not called him all these long years. You had been captured by your enemy and forced to follow their orders, this was the reason why you were unable to contact Sans. You confessed to him your boss’ plans that you should have killed Sans because he was a monster but you wanted nothing to have with this horrible duty and you said that your boss would have killed you anyway. You raised your hand that was holding the gun, pointing it to your head and then you shot yourself.Tears of sorrow crossed your face while you were saying “I love you” to Sans for the last time before the void welcomed you in the final resting.

〷 Undyne 〷

She believed so much in you and she was sure you would have come back home soon. You were a pro in your profession so there were no doubts about your victory but maybe she was too hopeful. Undyne could not imagine you were by the enemy’s side now since you have always followed your values and principles, and she would have chosen to die instead of join the wrong path. The years passed and you stopped to call Undyne so the monster fish was truly worried. She was going to take the first flight to the place where you were because she missed you so much and she was afraid something horrible happened to you since it was like you were disappeared and she has not received any call from your boss about your death and it was too strange. Luckily, their friends stopped her and Papyrus and Alphys stood by her side all this time comforting and helping her. Undyne has never been so sad and powerless in all her life and it was a feeling she hated so much. She wanted to help you but you were so far away in a place she could not reach.After some while of desperation, you came back home mutated and Undyne perceived a malefic aura in her house. You were there, in front of her, with two blanked eyes and an evil grin on your face. It was too unnatural and she could have never imagined the war could change you so much, but it was possible since wars made people doing the worst atrocities and you had lost all your humanity. Undyne was ready to fight you with tears in her eyes. Actually, your enemy brainwashed you with some of their weapon that could control human’s minds. You became a sort of human weapon even if you were unconscious and you needed help. The great warrior she was understood that you were in danger and you were not yourself anymore. She had to help you. Undyne called your name asking for an explication. She said how she loved you and she waited for you all these years. She hit you so hard that you were unable to fight back because something in you was happened. Your heart felt a warmth. She was the most determinate monster and it was weird since they had no determination but it was running through her veins like blood. She would have never given up on you. Never. All her effort was awarded because you started to cry, screaming like crazy. You said you were so sorry and you did not mean to attack her and you did not recall anything about your experience in the enemy’s base. You only knew they kidnapped you and nothing more. Anyway, she was ready to protect you with her life if it was necessary from all those persons that wanted to hurt you.

〷 Reddy 〷

All these last years without you have been atrocious for Sans and he lost all his hope to see you again. The path you chose was awful and scary even if you were an expert and you fought in your past so you were not a newbie. He believed in you and in your capacities but he did not believe and trust the world that was too corrupted and wicked.The months passed and he lost every traces of you because you did not answer to his letters and calls so he thought about the worst. He was right because the worst happened to you. The enemies captured you and now you were one of their puppets since they blakmailed you telling they would have killed your family if you wouldn’t have joined their army. They were anti-monsters so they could not tolerate one of their solders was with a monster. They ordered you to kill Sans and all of them even if this thing had no sense since they promised you to do the same thing if you denied their propose. Sans, being the suspicious skeleton he was, understood something bad happened to you so he investigated since he knew so many persons and they were just like his spies. He found out your boss plan and that you were in danger. You could imagine he was total furious and he was ready to take his revenge towards that shit man and he did not care if they were million men or just one. Than man had to pay for his sins!

〷 Stretch 〷

His soul was serious injured because he could not believe you decided to choose the path of war. Papyrus was a little concerned about it because he hated wars so much and he wanted you to stay by his side safe and sound. He knew war did not bring beautiful things and he still thought about the worst.Then, when you started to ignore all his calls and letters, he understood it was over and you forgot about him as if he was nothing but an old toy. He was so disappointed and some time he drunk to forget all his pains because he loved you so much, the feelings he had for you were real and pure but you ruined everything when you decided to join the army. The day you showed yourself at his house, he was very angry because you did not call him or warned him about your return. You were acting like you did not care about his feelings and maybe it was true. You looked at him with a pair of eyes he did not recognize as yours. He was truly confused and depressed and you were too insensitive.Then, you explained to him that you joined the enemy because they promised to you glory and fame and you started insulting his race like you were a sort of racist and Papyrus thought you became crazy or something. You turned into an assassin and it was not you anymore. He was shocked that child came back and it took possession of you. You explained there was no kid and you were yourself. You were not a puppet or manipulated by someone even if it was not true since your enemy did something to you. They turned you into a cold warrior ready to kill without any kind of guilt or regret.Since you were tired to speak, you attacked him and Papyrus defended himself launching his mortal bone attacks. The delusion he felt was incalculable and he cried tears of pain while the two of you were fighting. At the end, he had no mercy for you and he just wanted a reset after this but he understood too late there would have been no reset and you were not controlled by the evil child. Actually, Papyrus killed you since he was too mad like he was blinded by all those negative feelings. Then, he started to cry like a baby when he realized what he did. Then, he noticed the pendant you wore that contained an old photo of you and Papyrus and it was one of your greatest memories. It meant that you still cared about him and you were not yourself so he did a mistake and now he wanted to take his revenge over the ones who manipulated you.

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