#Undertale AU Fic

[absent-enigma]

Lil something for a fic I’m about to start posting for tomorrow evening (after edits).

POV: you’re rudely tossed into a cell by some shady kidnappers, but there’s already someone there. Wyd

(Still on my bad guy sans kick-continuing to twirl mothman Horror around in my mind-but naga dust for this fic).

[shaggyskull]

A silhouette lineup of the skeledudes.

[futureflipflop]

Berry's Very Merry Masterpost

Heyllo! I am Berry, and I write fanfiction for my various interests. I haven't made up my mind on if I wan't to do commissions, so for now I'm going for no.

You can find me on Ao3, and on Quotev!

On Ao3, I have my works set to "Registered users only", as to avoid any interaction with bots or negative guest throwaway accounts. Here is where I will be primarily uploading my fics.

On Quotev is where current older fics are living [to be specific, undertale fanfics written by one of my friends]. Feel free and welcome to read them if you would like an idea of how the remake will be! Here, I will also be uploading my Ao3 fanfics, though there will be around a 1-3 week gap on uploads. That way, unregistered users can also read my fics and I won't have to worry as much about any possible thievery done by AI.

Feel free to message me questions about my uploads, my fics, ecetera! Askbox will be answered publicly while Dms will be answererd privately :]

Uploading schedule!

Currently I have two fanfics I am working on, so two days of our 7-day week rotation will have uploads!

Undertale: It Ended With an Apple - TBA Announcement! Aphmau - My Inner Demons: - Irregular updates A Small Infestation - Ao3 Link A Small Infestation - Quotev Link

Thank you for visiting my page and I hope you enjoy your day!

[autumn-solitude]

Another bodyguard au snippet

This series is going to kind of be out of order at first while I write out ‘main events’ but I will reorder them as I post new parts, as needed.

So here’s a snippet of the next one (it may change up a bit as I edit it), where Killer finds aka was watching Cross read a historical romance and decides he wants to play a bit.

Cross wound down from an evening of working out, freshly out of the shower and curled up in a chair on a sofa in the main living space of the apartment. He was prepared to remain there until he eventually decided to go to bed, but until then, he was going to enjoy-

“Heya, Crossy!”

-maybe Cross should have just gone to his bedroom to read, to prevent his bodyguard from getting nosy over his apparent ‘boredom’ of nothing happening in the town as of yet. As if Killer expected assassins to pop out of the walls of the apartment to murder Cross if the bodyguard wasn’t in the same room as the ex-soldier at all times.

“Whatcha doin’?” Killer questioned, as if pretending to not notice the open book.

“Reading.” Cross deadpanned.

“Huh, didn’t peg you for the intellectual type.” Killer leaned in closer. “What kinda book?

Cross didn’t answer as he moved the book away from his too-nosy bodyguard.

“Aww, that bad, Crossy? Now you got me all curious. Killer grinned.

To write out further:

*gremlin mode activates. Killer crawls over the chair and onto cross from behind. Killer leans out with hand toward the book and successfully steals it while skillfully evading cross reaching attempt to retrieve it*

“Give the book back to me.” Cross demanded in an instant, his hand held out. He should have known better when it came to Killer by now.

Killer: nah *quickly realizes it’s a historical rom com and grins as he opens it* nice. Good taste. *pauses further ahead of where Cross was reading* this shit is hilarious. You lookin to be romanced? or be the romancer?

Cross, flushing: Killer. My book *turns further purple in the face as killer starts to narrate the protagonist getting into bed with their love interest*

Killer: *emphasizes certain words while circling cross on his chair and lightly touching him or leaning in close to his flushed skull to whisper dirty Words*

Cross: *appears to regret his decision to have a romance book anywhere within the vicinity of killer’s grabby hands*

[animanytotsllyinsany]

*Shamelessly promotes my well-written mobtale fic I spent the last 2 hours writing chapter 2 of, mostly because I couldn't think of a chapter name*

it's great read it I spent too long on this ok

Warning: There's gonna be violence. Obviously.

No ships. No alphadyne, no Frans, nothing.

Asriel is a fugly shit

Toriel saves chara and frisk

im god

Read my fic or i'll consume your toes

[skelekinsold]

New Moss & Mycelium Chapter

Special tumblr note: finally figured out how to copy my formatting from the notes-app I write in >:P

[yeehawpim]

a comic about my weird irreverence for canon

go write a bad ending AU! ship your self-insert oc with your favourite villain!! the world's your oyster!!!

[artpepkin]

"He's right behind me isn't he..."

I've read and reread @warriorstale001 's amazing fic "One Small Difference" twice now and this image stays glued in my head!! If you haven't already I highly recommend checking out this fic, it may not be complete but it absolutely rips your heart to pieces and is easily one of my favs <3

In my heart Nightmare is so sorry and the very next morning he goes to see Dream and immediately has a change of heart and they both go to therapy and Dream goes to the doctor 🧡

Version without the text below the cut! <3

[leafwateraddict]

Couldn’t stop thinking about Dust being able to pass as Classic. So I had an idea where Dust replaces Classic in a timeline and steals(?) his partner.

He gets conflicted when he starts actually caring about you… But denial is an easy road to take when there’s seemingly no consequences to your actions.

The reveal i guess. Most normal reaction to learning your partners been replaced for god knows how long and you have no clue where he is.

Now that I think about it I might’ve gotten some inspiration from that one chapter of IJAG by @htsan (iykyk) only a lil bit tho

(Full rambling of the idea + extra sketch cuz i liked the expression) ↓↓

I originally wanted y/n to notice the differences instantly but i think it would be angstier if they didn’t and only noticed like months later >:3

[aylish91]

Thank you so much @mothiepixie for always doing such amazing work and letting me commission you! You never fail to deliver such good works!

Red from, Sea of Hope, is absolutely perfect! Thank you!

[onlyplatonicirl]

ink accepts trophy for most divorced aroace "alive"

[absent-enigma]

Just posted the first chapter of the Dust naga fic over on Ao3. It's called:

Forced Proximity to the Naga (because I unironically read those sci fi alien romances for the plot, even though the stories are usually packed with a lot of smut most of the time). The situations these characters get into tends to crack me up and those stories are what inspired this fic, along with bingo prompts.

I don't think I can link the fic here, since the rating is going to eventually go up from M to E.

[shaggyskull]

Name: Blue

Alias: ‘The Magnificent Blue’

Age: Early/Mid 30s (General) ; 32 (Fixed)

Height: ~2 inches shorter than Tyr (Relative) ; ~ 5’ 2” (Fixed)

LV: ~0

Magic Color: Aquamarine

Strengths: Magical combat, hand-to-hand combat, conditioned physique, cooperative, eager learner.

Weaknesses: Mood instability, inflexible moral code, attachments (see, ‘Pappy’), eager learner.

Assessment: Requires further observation. Monitor closely.

[futureflipflop]

Now, who would be excited to hear that books from 2020-2022 are getting some TLC?

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For faithful readers of the books It Ended With an Apple and Everything Can Change With a Reset, you would be in luck! My very dear friend, and original author of both books, Em granted me permission for this passion project!

This would mean that both books will receive a reboot! Along with some changes for a more fluid story and fleshed out background. .

I am so sorry that returning to this series has taken so long. Both I and the Original Author have gone through wild rides these past 4 years, and the 2 most recent have been absolutely insane. Between juggling personal relationships and academic life, we were swamped with so much.

But seeing as how I've started my own series from scratch, I've decided to try my hand at re-writing a series many of you hold dear. When the reboot is published, the old books will still be available. Though the plans on the when and where the reboot will be published are under construction, do expect to read your old favourites brand new once again!

[autumn-solitude]

1000ish word snippet of a wip with the dynamic I'm aiming for between Killer and Cross (in a modern au setting).

In which Cross is rudely awoken by his bodyguard and Killer takes the opportunity to take a nice cozy nap on top of his surly client:

Cross woke with a start, tank soaked with sweat that followed the imagined threat from his nightmares. Reality sank in and his magic flared immediately in response to an actual threat.

Someone was in the room with him.

Cross acted on the impulse of the sudden danger, lashing out without any thought apart from 'eliminate the threat'.

The blue bone attacks from his attacker were swifter, jamming through each of Cross’ humeri, ulna and radius. Just as quickly, a sharp blade lightly slid up along the front of each of Cross' cervical vertebrae, dipping between each one to flick sensitive magic, until the flat of the knife tapped beneath Cross’ jawbone to tilt his skull back.

White eye lights blazed in irritation up at the empty black sockets with liquid hate dripping down from them (and splattering onto his face) above a bemused toothy grin.

“Good mornin', sleeping beauty.” The blade pressed harder but didn’t draw any marrow as the grin Killer wore tugged wider, the empty sockets squinted up in glee. “I coulda already offed you three times before you woke up. You slippin' up on me, Mr. ‘I-can-take-care-of-myself’?"

Killer was a fucking menace; how did he ever become a bodyguard when he pulled stunts like this?

“Couldn’t help but notice you helped all your neighbors out with fixing up their places and all but then do a shit job keeping this place locked up tight.” Killer added, shaking his head as if disappointed. The knife blade kept Cross' skull tipped back. “So I got ya new locks for your front door, bedroom and the windows. Oh, and some boards for when you need to block the doors or windows when I ain't round. Aaaand, I added some audio mics around the place and one cam near the front door, in case you decide to sleep through possibly being killed or abducted, and I gotta come rescue your burly ass.”

“That’s not in your job description.” Cross pointed out, discreetly shifting the lower half of his body, only to find that Killer had his legs pinned with his own. "And I'm not burly. S'just the magic." Cross found that Killer had one arm braced on his chest while the other held the knife to his throat. Killer looked like he was having the time of his life harassing the monster he was supposed to be guarding.

“It isn’t part of my job, but let’s call it an investment to your continued well-being.” Killer agreed too easily as he moved the knife away and shimmied backward, so he was perched on Cross’ lap. A leer appeared as Killer looked Cross over. “And nah. You're a big guy even without the summoned magic. By the way, nice pajamas. Didn’t know that your man tits could be contained like that without the fabric tearing. 'specially with it soaked in sweat. You gonna change that?”

“I get hot at night.” Cross defended his tight tank top that currently hugged his ribcage and defined the magic formed beneath. He declined to comment on exchanging the sweat drenched one for a new one with how intent Killer's gaze currently was.

“I’ll agree with the ‘hot’ part.” Killer said distractedly as he tucked his knife away somewhere.

“What do you want from me, for the 'upgrades' to the apartment?” Cross asked grudgingly, tensing when he saw Killer's leer deepen.

“Oh, not much.” Killer said, still smiling that infuriating grin. “Just this.” The target soul hovering over his chest went to an inverted heart as he shuffled back. Then, without warning, Killer sprawled himself across Cross’ body, soul pressing into Cross as Killer face-planted directly into the other’s chest. “Mmm, nice cushioning you got here, Crossy.”

“Get off.” Cross demanded, acutely aware of the way Killer’s soul trapped between them hummed with delight. Cross' battered soul was a traitor as it contently thrummed in return to the other soul's closeness.

The blue attacks vanished.

Killer let out an obnoxious snoring noise.

“Killer.”

“Shh. You asked what I wanted; this is it. I’m taking my payment by burying my face into your warm man tits despite the magic sweat-soaked tank top and getting a bit of shuteye before dealing with your self-destructive bullshit.”

“It’s magical padding, you ass!” Cross retorted hotly; he was not blushing. He was not blushing.

"Is that what they're calling it now?"

"Killer."

"You don't have to have your ecto summoned, but it sure is comfy."

"I'm burring off some excess magic since you don't want me going to the gym as often as I normally do!" Cross grumbled; he should shove Killer off of him.

“Mmm, if this is the outcome, then maybe you should work out less." Killer sighed into Cross' chest. "You're so nice and toasty.”

“Killer!”

“That’s my name.” Killer drawled as he nuzzled his face further in to enjoy the warm magic beneath the tank top, sighing happily. “Don’t wear it out till I've gotten to take you out for a celebratory ‘hey, you didn’t die’ drink. For now, I'm gonna take that nap." Smug bastard did exactly as he said and dozed off cuddled on top of Cross.

A short silence passed.

"Do you want me to leave?" A sudden question, as Killer's body tensed as if to move.

Cross hesitated, then really listened to Killer's soul as it beat between them.

Acceptance/Worry/Self-Hate

"Killer."

"Yeah?"

"I am going back to sleep." Cross said, sockets closing. "Try not to kill me."

"Heh. Sure thing, Crossy."

Cross quietly listened again to Killer's soul.

Surprise/Guilt/Gratefulness

The time that followed gave Cross time to think of his life choices that led him to this point. To where it landed him with Killer as his appointed bodyguard for witness protection for an upcoming trial. All the while, both he and the actually now asleep Killer both knew perfectly well that Cross was more than capable of freeing himself once the blue attacks had vanished.

But Killer knew Cross was lonely, and Cross knew that Killer had trouble lowering his guard for long enough to get any decent sleep.

Cross couldn't help but feel that this wasn't going to end well. He didn't sleep the rest of that night. Instead, Cross guarded the slumbering Killer's sleep, since he was aware that Killer was doing his best to prevent Cross from getting himself killed.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Exhausted, Papyrus fell on his knees in the dust. It was covering everything in the room, from the floor to the ceiling. The main door was gone, like most of the windows. Thankfully, no monster tried to enter the balcony, too high. Papyrus crawled to pick up the door, still in one piece by some miracle, and put it in its place. The hinges were gone with a part of the wall, but he forced it to hold by nailing it with some planks that held the windows closed and was now on the floor.

He picked up his phone, hidden deep in his armor. His hands were still shaking with the adrenaline. Sans left about twenty messages, asking if he was fine, then warning him Frisk was gone, then asking him again if he was alright, more and more distressed as the hours went by.

Papyrus simply sent: "Alive. Frisk here." before walking to the kitchen to make sure the child was fine. Several bullets ricocheted against the closet door, but it faced the brunt efficiently. He cleared the chairs out of the way and opened the door, maybe too brutally.

Frisk screamed out of terror and threw themselves in the back of the cabinet. They curled up on themselves, hands on the head, sobbing uncontrollably. They were shaking as well.

Papyrus flinched. He saw himself at five years old, in the same position, as Sans was screaming and fighting for their lives in the living room. This was not a world to grow up. No child should ever be born in this hellish place. Bitter, he felt his soul squeezed painfully. It was his fault. He should have brought the child back to the Ruins. Frisk shouldn't have assisted to any of this.

The skeleton kneeled at their level. He never had been really talented to comfort people.

"Frisk? It's over, they're gone. You can come out."

He leaned a hand towards the human. Frisk kicked it away and tried to get as far as they could from him in the closet. Papyrus tried to stay neutral, but his face betrayed for a few seconds how much it hurt him. He didn't want Frisk to be scared of him. Not after everything they went through to protect them.

The skeleton looked around for a second and noticed a hole in the closet door. Small, but enough for a child to witness everything that happened outside. Frisk saw him slaughter attackers and end monsters on the floor without mercy. Papyrus felt guilty. He gave the child some space and sat in front of the closet, unsure what to do.

No Weakness, Chapter 3.

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Hello, hello!

I commissioned this masterpiece to @seirindono, a French (yeah, team French!) illustrator who works on a multi AU universe called The Missing Scarf, which is a banger. Really cool comic with lots of great characters that you really want to read. Go read it!

I wasn't sure on which fic I wanted a drawing at first, but since we already got one for Horrortale: Rotten Apple (thanks again Zeragii, love you), why not No Weakness?

It's a post-pacific Underfell fic where instead of breaking the Barrier, Sans refused Frisk to fight Asgore and brought them back in safety to Toriel. Now Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Mettaton, Toriel and Sans are hiding the child away, trying not to get killed.

The story however is about Undyne and Papyrus' friendship. After Papyrus surprises Undyne kissing Asgore, he is promoted to general of the Royal Guard. Except Papyrus knows something is really wrong here, since that role was obviously supposed to Undyne's. But the more he tries to understand, the more people try to dissuade him from learning more. All the hints lead to Asgore, but how to reach the monarch without getting himself killed, and by extension, those he cares the most about? Between his duty and his friendship, Papyrus will have to make a choice.

I asked for one of my favorite parts ever, which is the moment Frisk realizes how things really work in Underfell, after witnessing Papyrus committing carnage right after he got promoted to General. It's tradition :D

Anyway, if you want to read the story, it's right here. I'm on summer break right now, but new chapters are coming soon!

Thanks again to Seirindono for their amazing work, I love it so much <3 Really great artist, don't hesitate to commission them! They're really nice and pays great attention to details. It was really cool collaborating with you <3

Go send them some love!