#UTMV writing

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

A comfort fic I wrote about the Murder Time Trio living with Color Sans. I will post some art soon I’m just having a bit of stress right now and these fics I’m writing are helping soothe me. I am not the best writer, but I hope you enjoy this one shot I wrote.

Fear of Loss: A Platonic One Shot between Dust, Killer, Horror, and Color Sans

{Platonic, Comfort, Panic Attack Comfort, Fear Soothing, Dust Sans Panic Attack, Fears of Losing Everything, Fear of Separation from what you love, Cuddles, Friendship, Kisses on forehead}

Killer sans belongs to rahafwabas

Color sans belongs to superyoumna

Horror sans belongs to sour apple studios

Dust sans belongs to ask-dusttale

[TW: Scratching at self, panic attack, bad thoughts, mentions of death, fear of losing things you love, fear of separation]

[The one shot/fic is beyond the keep reading]

Losing things. Being terrified of being separated. Dust was familiar with those things. He lost so much, he lost his dear brother, the one he raised. He lost Toriel, who he made puns with at the door separating Snowdin from the Ruins. Even monsters who he didn’t even speak to…gone.

He even lost himself. This feeling of loss began to burn inside his soul, the aching became more and more unbearable by the second. It went to the point where Dust couldn’t even watch Killer, Horror, or even Color leave for a mission without being terrified of them being…gone. Visions of their dust piled on the ground, visions of them just leaving, visions of them hating him, it all terrified him. It had even gone to the point that separation was his biggest enemy.

He was even terrified of being separated from things he loved, like books or nature, even though it wouldn’t even be possible to separate that from him. It was driving Dust towards a state of constant fear. His thoughts screamed at him that if he didn’t cling onto Killer, Horror, or Color, if he didn’t have access to every book or every place of nature, that he would lose everything. Although he knew these thoughts were irrational, they wouldn’t go away, no matter how many times he comforted himself, hugged his friends, counted all the books and nature filled areas he had been in, nothing stopped the thoughts. He couldn’t always know if the truth was the truth, he didn’t always know if he was going to lose everything again.

Dust sat in the cozy and warm living room of Color’s home. Color had allowed the Bad Sanses to live with him ever since he gotten them away from Nightmare and put the three in therapy to cope from working with Nightmare. The trio was appreciative of the efforts given to them, trying their best to help around whenever necessary or needed. A blanket, thick and heavy, laid across Dust’s body as the fire crackled and popped, echoing through the room. He was relaxed, until a thought popped into his head.

{“You’re going to lose everything.”}

The thought was horrifying to him. He snapped up, his heart beginning to pound. He tried desperately to reassure himself.

“no, no, no, no, that’s not true…everything is here..everything is in place..nothing is gone..nobody is gone..they are all here..”

Dust mumbled to himself, trying to calm himself down. Yet the thought wouldn’t shut up. His hands began to clench onto his arms tightly, his body beginning to tremble. He didn’t want this to happen again. He made a promise to not let this overcome him again.

“please, oh god no, please stop…please..”

Dust pleaded desperately, his eye lights flickering rapidly and his soul sinking in his chest. His fingers began to claw at his arms, although no wounds formed from his short nails and his thick jacket, he could feel the aching of the bones in his arms. His soul felt so heavy…so…unnaturally heavy. Dust began to tear up, his body shaking rapidly. He let out a soft cry, pleading for it to stop.

“please, please, stop…i can’t..please..don’t leave me, please don’t, i need you, please…”

Dust begged. Killer, who was in the kitchen, began to hear his cries. His eyes widened hearing the cries Dust was letting out. He immediately put down the dish he was washing and turned off the sink, running towards Dust. His black eyes were full of worry for his friend.

Killer: “Hey! Hey! Dust, Dust, calm down! It’s okay!”

Killer said desperately, jogging up to his friend and looking at him with worry. He quickly embraced Dust, holding his hands away from his arms where he was scratching. Killer looked up at Dust with worry. Dust was crying harder and harder, gripping Killer with all his might and pleading with him to stay. His eye lights were shaky, his grip growing stronger every moment, like Killer would just disappear if he didn’t hold onto him tight enough.

Dust: “stay with me, please. please, don’t leave..don’t dust away, please..”

Dust cried desperately, desperate gasps of breath coming from him as his sobbing began to make his mumbles unintelligible. Killer looked at him in worry, wiping away Dust’s tears with shaky hands, Dust’s tight grip on him making his worry increase more and more. He held onto Dust tightly, gently clenching his shoulder for a second, letting him know he was here, that he was alive and here for him. Dust buried his face into Killer’s shoulder, his sobs growing louder.

Eventually, Horror began to hear these cries. He woke up from his nap from his room, slowly standing up and stretching his bones. He quickly thrown on his old and torn jacket, running into the living room. Horror looked at the scene in shock, his soul aching.

Horror: “dust bunny, are ya-“

Horror said softly, gasping seeing the tears flow down Dust’s eyes. He approached slowly, with a gentle look in his eyes. He sat down on the couch, slowly bringing Dust into his warm arms, Killer holding onto Dust gently with his arms around his torso. Horror began to gentle cradle Dust, rocking him and Killer back and forth gently. Horror let out a soft hum in worry.

Dust was crying and clinging onto the two, letting out soft and distressed cries and mumbles. It was like he was begging to keep away anything trying to take away Horror and Killer. Killer looked up at Horror in worry, not sure on how to calm down Dust. Killer’s hand began to rub Dust’s back, massaging it soothingly. Horror let out a soft hum, realizing what is going on.

Horror: “hey, hey. we ain’t leavin’, we ain’t gonna die. we love ya.”

Horror whispered softly to Dust, gently cradling him and patting Dust’s back. Horror couldn’t imagine how horrifying it was for him to lose everything. Killer couldn’t believe he was being forced to suffer through this pain. He never wanted any of his friends to be hurt. Ever.

Dust cried softly as he looked up at the two, clutching onto them desperately. He continued to dwell inside his thoughts, until something snapped him out of it. Horror placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. Dust froze, finally snapping out of the thoughts. Dust looked up at Horror, sniffling from how much he cried.

Horror and Killer looked at Dust with gentle gazes, before cuddling him gently, letting him know that they were there for him, and will forever be there for him. Horror laid on his side on the couch, cuddling Dust from behind, being the big spoon. Killer was hugging Dust from the front, his head buried into Dust’s shoulder. Dust froze in shock, his eyes widened as the final tears rolled down his face. Their embrace, the feeling of connection, their soft breaths, it reassured him that they were alive, they were here, and they weren’t going to leave.

Color Sans slowly arrived into the room with a gentle and sympathetic expression, holding a book and his phone. He sat down on the chair beside the couch. He had just arrived from a small mission, and had bought a new book for Dust. But now realizing that Dust had a panic attack, he wanted to comfort him. He turned on his phone and began to play soft and comforting white noise, Dust’s favorite soothing music. Color sat down on the chair and looked at the three.

Color: “Dust, are you alright?”

Dust didn’t reply for a second, taking soft deep breaths and taking in the situation. They were here. They weren’t gone. They didn’t hate him or abandon him. They were all here, with him, and nothing was gone.

Nobody was gone. Horror was there, Killer was there, Color was there. Books were everywhere in the room. On the bookshelves, on the ground, near the fireplace, in the baskets, everywhere. Nature was still there, visible though the window, there was plants in the home, there was butterflies flying around the flowers outside.

It was peaceful. Nothing was gone. He hadn’t lost anything, and nothing was going to leave him. Dust took a shaky deep breath, Killer snuggling his face into his shoulder and rubbing his side, Horror’s chin resting on top of his skull and his arms around him. Dust soon spoke with a soft and weak tone.

Dust: “i-i am alright…now, at least..”

Dust answered. Color softly smiled, slowly opening the bag and pulling out the brand new book, a book from Dust’s favorite series. Killer and Horror got cozy in the cuddle, relieved their friend was safe.

Color: “Hey, I got a new book. Want me to read to you?”

Color offered. Killer softly smiled at Dust, so relieved he was okay. Horror hummed, massaging Dust’s shoulder. Color sat in a criss crossed position in the chair, opening the book to the first page. Dust took a shaky deep breath, his mind finally stopping the fearful thoughts.

Dust: “y-yeah…”

Killer: “Hell yeah! Story time!”

Horror: “if dust bunny and kill’s wants to, then yeah.”

Color softly smiled, before flipping to the first page. The fireplace crackled, the butterflies flying around outside, the white noise filling the area. Dust was comforted, and everyone was here, and everything was here. He won’t lose anything he loved ever again. Color began to read, his calm and soothing voice providing a sense of warmth in the comforting moment.

Color: “Well, allow us to begin. Ehem…once upon a time…”

[theflyingcosmos]

Okay, hypothetically speaking, if I started posting my fic now, would anyone wanna read it; or would y'all rather wait until I finish it just in case a lose motivation and don't update for a while /genq because I really do wanna post it and get feedback on the story, but I also lose motivation and lot for unknown amounts of time fkjhgslh

[spotaus]

Quick Doppletale Lore Post before I forget things (under the cut)

Soooo. One of the main themes in doppletale is starvation in the Underground and how that drives monsters towards Desperation (<- I think that's gonna be a reoccurring word like Determination). That keeps them alive, at the cost of higher cognitive function.

Monsters disguise as Humans because they can only survive by eating human flesh. Disguising is the easiest way to lure humans in and not waste energy hunting. Monsters also have different "modes" of disguise. One is a high-energy disguise which is usually when they mimic humans. The Second is when Monsters take on their iconic "Monster" appearances, which is usually how they appear unless they're hunting, and it takes up less energy to maintain depending on their forms. Then there's the Third, where a monster reverts to their "true" form, which is a magical mist, which requires no energy, but also leaves them at a high risk of dissipating if they lose focus.

The First requires they eat human flesh often to maintain the disguise, the Second needs flesh every few months/years depending on the shape and size, the third requires nothing to eat but us very fragile.

So, Shopkeeps in Doppletale (ex. Grillby, Burgerpants, Nicecream Guy, Etc) usually take on a Monster form. They're not actively hunting, and prefer to make their areas a safe-space for humans (even if it's only to let others hunt them later) so they don't need to waste energy and disguise. Grillby, as a flame monster, is probably the most efficient monster underground since his flames only need oxygen, and he rarely bothers to form a mouth. He hasn't eaten for spans of up to 23 years. Meanwhile Burgerpants (who despite his best efforts actually exerts a lot of energy trying fruitless to keep monsters in the MTT space fed and happy) needs to eat far more often, because his form just requires it to live.

Monsters in the Royal Guard, though they're supposed to be the first like of defense, we're some of the first to give into Desperation. Their training, their human disguises, and their constant attention backfires on them when the number of humans falling dwindles. Undyne is only as sane as she is because Asgore personally ensures she's well-fed (and unlike Gaster, she tends to keep her bounty to herself). Meanwhile guards on the outskirts like the Snowdin Dogs were often left without a morsel for themselves, and therefore Desperately attack any human they sniff out.

A lot of normal monsters flop between disguises and their monster forms. If they turn to mist, they're as good as dead, because they'll be swept away on a light breeze and lose themselves. They have to be careful not to lose themselves too. The family in Snowdin who disguised as Stones? Yeah, they forgot they weren't stones, and now sit motionless in their home. No one's sure if they're still conscious or not. Heat Flamesman appears as a fire monster not unlike Grillby, but he's more forgetful and often says his name aloud so people around him will remind him he's not just a flame. (Grillby's willpower is stronger than that, and he had regular customers, so he stays grounded.)

The ghosts are a completely different species from Monsters. Mettaton, Mad Dummy, Napstablook, and Ruins Dummy don't eat human flesh, and don't really run off of anything but their own grudges abd wishes from life. Ruins Dummy haunts the freakiest dummy ever in the Ruins, but they're harmless and quite fond of humans if they gift them a decoration for their Dummy. Mad Dummy is a haunted shopping mannequin and is stuck inside it, passed that it's not free to roam and search for a new body. It's the most violent of the four. Napstablook forgot what he looms like and his face is like a void, so he's very sad. Mettaton is happy with the vessel Alphys designed and holds onto his grief and mourns his wasted potential rather than holding a grudge towards anyone else.

And of course, I'll circle this back to Sans, Toriel, and Asgore.

Sans is the most well-adjusted of the three. He was very strong and trained himself into preserving energy in his human form when he still used it to work in the lab (minimal movements, sitting around, being messy, etc.) And when he got a taste of Desperation he immediately reverted to his monster form, a skeleton which wouldn't need to eat or drink very often unless he exerted a ton of energy. He keeps up those bad habits of energy conservation even after he's on the surface and has plenty of food. (His Skeleton shape influenced Papyrus and likely saved the little skele's life.)

Toriel is desperate to keep up uer human disguise, in the hopes that more humans will fall. She wants to shelter and protect then, which leads to her exerting a lot of energy that she doesn't need to. Routine keeps her teetering on the brink of Desperation. When the fallen human arrives, she finally gives into Desperation to save one human, and the human has to get past her one way or another.

Asgore is also set on upholding his human disguise, but for him it's his duty. To pass the barrier and save his people, he *must* be human. Otherwise he's no king. Otherwise he's hoarded food for no reason. He has eaten many humans, and is therefore very sane, though it wears at him to see his people go hungry.

I just needed to expand on the worldbuilding surrounding the Food System with DT lol. It works as a horror piece, but only if it's story makes sense to me. Otherwise it's dumb and boring and a Mandela Catalogue rip-off 🙏🙏🙏

[pigeonstab]

@somegrumpynerd :3c Cross getting his first toy ever

I think it's the kind of thing he brings everywhere cuz it's his comfort item.. and he's never had a comfort item before

[sparticus2000art]

I made the somewhat questionable decision to spend the last two days slapping out a bunch of character portraits to pop into a planning document for a personal project I’m working on!

So here’s a bunch of au sans portraits.

Woooooo

Nightmare and dream by jokublog

Eclipse’s concept by llamagoddessofficial , design by me

Horror by sourapplestudios

Cross by jakei

Dust by askdusttale

Error by loverofpiggies

Killer by rahafwabas

[sandeewithtwoe]

Very important question

Wiki belongs to PaintedHen

Transcript:

Wiki: I am what they call “Wiki Sans”. My knowledge far exceed what you know of this world. Ask me a question and I’ll answer. But be warned. What you seek may not be what you need.

Wiki: Whatever you hear come out of my mouth… MIGHT HAUNT YOU FOR ALL YOUR EXISTENCE.

Blue: How are you today?

Wiki: …

Wiki: … I’m good…

[thaltro]

Atrophy is the main antagonist is the psych sans comic (NightWatch Au) and I love writing him. The comic is going well and my first chapter should be out in August ❤️ love y’all

[zu-is-here]

something dark to brighten your day ♡

Each Other's Lifeline by @anfie-in-the-box

Nightmare by jokublog

[nmnoir]

Something I see a lot in the UTMV fandom nowadays is people talking about canon. "Canon Nightmare wouldn't act like that," "Ink is morally gray," that type of stuff.

The issue is that UTMV started out as a community project and will continue to be a community project. Fanon is incredibly important to certain pillars of the fandom. People are allowed to interpret the characters differently!

It's important to recognize the source material and respect it, but you must also respect different creator's stories. This isn't a community based around one big canon source material. It's based around countless comics, animations, characters, and fanfics that have been shared for years now.

People are not just going to abandon ideas they have loved for years because of the canon of the source AU. I LOVEE seeing canon Nightmare stuff, but I love dadmare or any other interpretation just as much!

In the UTMV fandom, canon and fanon literally have to coexist. It's no fun otherwise.

[darkmuffinstudios]

It's a quiet evening.

Nightmare is in bed with his boys on his massive, XXL king-sized mattress. He's sitting against the headboard, a pile of pillows his only cushioning. In his hands, a book about flora and it's many uses.

Killer is comfortably draped across his lap and tendrils, lazily playing with the tip of one like it's some sort of fidget toy. His eyes are closed, but he isn't asleep just yet. He has a cat on his chest that hasn't stopped purring.

Dust is curled up a little ways off from them, using another tendril as a sort of weighted pillow. He's sleeping soundly, any kind of night terror being warded off by Nightmare's vigilance.

Horror and Cross are nestled together beside Nightmare, watching cooking videos on a tablet together - those cozy ones that have minimal talking and the calming aesthetic. They don't talk to each other during it, simply enjoying each other's touch and the sounds of carrots being cut.

All is well; The sounds of gentle dish clattering, soft kitten purring, and light snoring combining into a symphony of bliss and comfort.

Nightmare couldn't be any happier.

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Doing a little writing about Killer and Color. I’m not the best at writing but I tried my best, I hope you enjoy!

[Comfort, Cuddles, Killer and Color, Friendship]

killer sans belongs to rahafwabas

Color sans belongs to superyomna

{Tw: Mention of s3lf harm, bad thoughts related to it}

<Its beyond the keep reading>

Killer couldn’t take it anymore. Every single day he is terrified of going into his stage 4. He tries to avoid triggers, takes time to himself, yet nothing soothes the fear of that happening. He didn’t want to hurt Color. He didn’t want to hurt Dust. He didn’t want to hurt anybody.

Killer sat in his room, the moonlight shining softly through his window, illuminating the darkness of the room. Killer couldn’t feel anything except a lingering feeling of fear and…guilt. Guilt for something that hasn’t happened, yet or not. He didn’t understand why it was happening. Why was this feeling happening even if he hadn’t done those things?

No matter how many times he confronted himself, told himself the truth, it wouldn’t stop. It told him that he deserved harm, he deserved Nightmare’s cruel treatment, he should cause his own downfall if nobody else would do it for him. Eventually, he caved.

His hands shook and his breath grew heavy, his eyes focusing on the ground while his thoughts began to overwhelm him. He made a promise to Color, he couldn’t allow himself to fall into this again. Yet the urge to was overwhelming.

Before he could, a familiar touch pressed against his shoulder. Killer looked up in confusion, originally going to react with aggressiveness. But he immediately softened when he saw Color. Color looked at him with a sympathetic gaze, worry in his eyes and a soft frown on his face. Color’s hand slowly traced down Killer’s arm with gentleness and care, clasping his hand with Killer’s.

“killer, hey, look at me, please.”

Color muttered softly to him, a soft plead in his voice, trying to get his dear friend to look at him. Killer, although hesitant, slowly shifted his gaze from the ground to Color. His hand slowly but surely began to grip back on Color’s, remaining completely silent. Color gently smiled at him, slowly rubbing Killer’s palm with his thumb.

“look, see? i’m here, you aren’t alone. you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, but let me be here with you.”

Color whispered, proud of Killer for pushing through. Killer was shaking. He thought he didn’t deserve this comfort, he didn’t deserve this love. Killer began to shake, his body quaking. Color quickly noticed this, slowly raising one of his arms.

“it’s alright, i got you, pal. you want a hug?”

Color offered. Killer slowly inched his body towards Color, eventually and slowly placing his body on Color’s, placing his body in an embracing position. Color nodded, beginning to gentle caress his skull. Killer felt so…loved. The feeling of Color’s arms around him, the soft scent of Color’s jacket, the rainbow reflecting on his cheek, it felt good knowing someone else was there.

Killer clung onto Color tightly, his eyes slowly tracing up his chest to Color’s face. Color smiled softly at him, the sympathetic smile and kindness in his eyes shining brightly under the moonlight. Color soon leaned back, laying down on the bed, allowing Killer to come cuddle. Killer laid on top of Color, resting his head on his chest and closing his eyes. Finally, the thoughts shut up. It was peaceful, the crickets, the hums from Color, everything was in place.

*Killer sighed softly, speaking up after a second.*

“Thank you…”

*Color smiled, slowly placing a blanket over the two and hugging Killer gently, before speaking back, his voice a whisper.*

“of course.”

[ossiethegreat]

color spending quality time with his dad 💗 and killer is also there ig.

Color belongs to superyoumna

Killer belongs to rahafwabas

I think color would despise going back to the void cause it just reminds him of all the times he went batshit crazy in there. But ofc he has to visit his dad 💗💗

speaking of, I think in color’s past when he was a scientist n stuff, Gaster used to pay a lot of attention to sans and papyrus when they were his main focus, his main experiments, but then he shifted his focus to undyne when he apparently failed with sans. so he was neglectful to the both of them, and sans had to take care of papyrus obviously, until Gaster disappeared.

when color was dropped into the void, he was happy to see Gaster but also angry at him and confused and frustrated. he canonically attempted to get out of the void in a certain manner that almost killed him, and Gaster was “left to pick up the pieces.” I think after that, they became a little less tense with each other in mutual understanding of being trapped in a place with no exit. with the many years color spent in there, they eventually kind of patched things up and acted as family again, as it was kind of inevitable with that close proximity.

Anyway color visits him weekly because he still yearns for that fatherly love .. I think he was hesitant at first to bring Killer along because he wasn’t sure how he’d act towards a Gaster AU. I personally think killer doesn’t remember anything about his Gaster, much like how the rest of the canon undertale universe forgot about him. He also had many other things to worry about and Gaster was NOT his main concern 😭😭

Maybe he just stares at Gaster and gets some sort of nostalgia, but he doesn’t know where it comes from, and he doesn’t like how it feels so he tries to ignore it.

But ya I am very tired I eep ya 💔🙁💔😔😔🙁🙁

[wyllaztopia]

done and dusted

[7roaches]

b4 bed doodle today ^_^

[milkamel]

First meeting ❤️💜 A moment from the second chapter of my fanfiction and AU (I drew this even before I finished writing it but I didn't post it- uhmm better late than never I guess!!) Scanning this was a pain it was so slow kfghjfkg

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Cross belongs to jakei

[somegrumpynerd]

I feel like there's so much fun to be had with Nightmare and Dream being from a time where language had very different meanings, especially with queer stuff.

Like, the word queer used to just mean odd or unusual. Imagine Nightmare and gang visiting an au they're not familiar with and Nightmare points out one of the residents and says "he looks awfully queer" and the gang is like "whoaaa boss you can't say that" and he's so confused.

Girls used to be the word for all children regardless of gender. Just picture Dream off-handedly telling Ink and Blue about how he and Nightmare used to get along so well "back when we were girls" and the other two just wordlessly accept that these two ancient emotion guardians are trans and super casual about it. Bonus if this is also happening in Nightmare's gang and when it all comes out both groups have to explain gender identities to their leader.

Gay meant joyful and carefree. You could go 50 different ways with this. Killer tries to come out like "boss... I'm gay" and Nightmare is like "??? alright... I'm glad you're happy". Dream sighs wistfully and says "I just wish we could all be a bit more gay" and Ink can't decide which joke to make he just has to go lie down. Nightmare rallying his boys before a mission like "my brother believes the entire world should be positive but there must be balance, we cannot all be gay." and they share a worried look like "shit was one of us supposed to be straight??"