#and Frisk shares the same feelings

[golden-explosions-main]

Jeez Az...it was just a joke...I'm sorry. Also. I did not dare you to pick any flowers. That was someone else. *this chara looks a bit hurt but you can tell from the look on their face that they know they deserve it. They sigh and leave*

Frisk sighs sadly and Flowey resists the guilty feeling that's attempting to bother him, Chara leaves before he can get a chance to speak and explain himself anyway.

Before Flowey gets a chance to get mad, he gets very distracted by Frisk's reaction, finally noticing the golden flower on Frisk's head.

Frisk grins and laughs nervously: "Oh?! Was I?! I guess I was just a bit flustered and embarrassed by the teasing! Not to mention Flowey was yelling very aggressively! I'd say blushing is a completely normal reaction!"

Flowey finally remembers himself and gets mad again.

Flowey: "Frisk is right! And I have you know that I was going deny it, I just had to lecture you nosy fools first! Nothing is going on and no one has any romantic feelings!"

Frisk: "Yeah! Nothing! We're majorly and exclusively PLATONIC BEST FRIENDS!"

[linnierock]

How it feels not to believe chara is the narrator in the undertale fandom

[deja-you]

Starling: Act VI

bucky barnes x reader

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summary: Fake relationship. Real feelings. One bed. All the tropes.

The hotel is all marble floors, golding lighting, and professional employees who don’t blink at fake names and beautiful couples. 

Bucky’s got one hand on the strap of a leather duffel bag slung over his shoulder. The other, gloved, is wrapped around your waist. His hand placement is intimate but not inappropriate. 

“Checking in for Mr. and Mrs. Alpine,” Bucky tells the concierge. 

You arch an eyebrow but wait to say anything. The concierge looks up your reservation, hands you over key cards, and tells you both to enjoy your stay. 

You loop your arm into Bucky’s as he leads you over to the elevators. 

“Really,” you say dryly, “you named us after the cat?” 

He doesn’t even look up. 

“She deserves better than shared custody.”

A smile pulls at your lips. “Mm, I’m sure she’s tired of being a child of divorce.” 

Bucky–Mr. Alpine–shrugs. 

“This is a healing moment for her.”

This elicits a soft laugh from you. You lean into his shoulder and lower your voice. 

“Smile, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want them thinking we’re in this for the free minibar.” 

“I’m smiling on the inside.”

“Great. Now try that on the outside too.”

He attempts a sharp, forced smile. It’s horrifying.

You snort. 

“Okay, I take it back. Never do that again.”

The elevator rise up is short and you make your way to the hotel room. You enter the room. Clean. Elegant. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A balcony. One bed. 

You both notice it at the same time.

“Guess we’re really selling this marriage thing,” you say, tossing your bag onto the bed. “I’m going to change. 

You slip into the bathroom with your change of clothes while Bucky assembles tiny ear-comms, scans for bugs with a handheld reader. The hotel room is clean, but he checks twice. 

A few moments later you step out of the bathroom in dusk spun into silk–a dusty blue gown that looks almost like glass when it catches the light. Sheer sleeves float off your shoulders, barely tethered to the sweetheart neckline. 

“So… how do I look?” 

He turns. Freezes a beat too long. His eyes sweep over you once. Slowly.

“Be honest. Too much for fake-wife espionage?” You ask. 

Bucky forces himself to look away. “Nah. You’ll blend right in with all the other supermodels taking down trafficking rings.” 

He turns to grab his suit hanging in the closet and pauses in the bathroom doorway. He turns to face you, a small, boyish smile on his lips.

“Remind me to frisk you before we leave.”

You throw your head back and laugh. “Buy me dinner first.” 

“Let’s just get through this mission, Birdie.” 

He reemerges shortly after threading cufflinks in his shirt. A crisp, black tie. Gloves on both hands.

“You ever take those off?” You ask curiously. 

Bucky doesn’t look up. There’s a beat. 

“Not when I’m someone else.”

Your tone is softer, slightly teasing. “So if this were real, you’d take them off?” 

He takes a step toward you, one of his gloved hands tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. When Bucky speaks his voice is low. 

“If this were real,” he says, eyes flickering over your dress once more, “they wouldn’t be the only things I’d be taking off.”

At his words you’re frozen and you barely register the hand that is still at your cheek gently tucking a comm into your ear. It crackles to life and you don’t get the opportunity to respond. 

“You two lovebirds ready?” 

You hear Sam’s voice in your ear. Bucky grumbles a confirmation. 

“One of the donors from Virell’s network is at the welcome reception tonight,” Sam continues, “You’re lifting a card key from his wife’s bag. No screw-ups.”

“We never screw up,” you reply sweetly, “just…improvise. With flair.” 

You hear Sam scoff.

“I’m logging that for when this goes sideways.”

You enter the elevator with Bucky and lean against him just slightly. Your arm brushes his chest. You feel him freeze behind you. 

“Always this stiff on vacation, honey?” You ask innocently. 

“I’d be less stiff if you stopped poking me with that knife in your garter, doll.” 

He exaggerates the pet name, rolling his eyes performatively. You shift closer. Real close now. 

“S’that what you would call me? If you were deeply, tragically in love with me?”

You keep pushing. 

“Doll? Not love? Not darling?” 

His eyes flick to yours. Unblinking. 

“I’d just call you Birdie.” 

You go still. He’s already looking away. The elevator doors roll open. Showtime. 

-

The ballroom has high ceilings and gilded accents. Waiters mill about the room in white jackets, crystal chandeliers brighten the space, a string quartet is playing a familiar Vivaldi piece. You and Bucky are arm in arm. 

“Remember,” you whisper to him, “you’re crazy about me.”

“Of course I am.” 

You bump his arm with your shoulder, grinning. “You didn’t even hesitate.” 

The two of you drift around the perimeter of the party, champagne glasses in hand. You find a reason to fix his tie. He’s watching you instead of the room, gently adjusting a strand of your hair and murmuring something about “obscuring your comms.” 

Your eyes scan the room until they zero in on your target. A woman in her mid-50s, silver dress, hair spun like glass. She’s on the arm of a large, red-faced man. You nudge Bucky gently.

“Silver clutch. Five o’clock.” 

In sync, you both shift your direction with ease. Like a dance you’ve practiced.

Bucky intercepts a waiter and, with effortless coordination, “accidentally” lets a champagne flute crash dramatically to the marble floor. Crystal shatters. Heads turn. 

Your target gasps. Her husband mutters something about “hiring better staff.”

Everyone is distracted and you move like a ghost. Your fingers catch the strap of her purse just right. Lift. Twist. Slip. The keycard is yours. You slide away toward a side curtain. Bucky joins you soon after. 

“You got it?”

“Of course I got it. You planning on thanking me or just brooding attractively for the rest of the night?” 

“Depends. How do you want me to thank you?”

Once more this evening, you’re stunned into silence. You blink. He looks at you, expression unreadable but certainly not innocent. You don’t reply, and Bucky takes your hand and turns down a hallway and beckons you to follow him. 

You both slip into a service elevator. You don’t let go of his hand. Neither does he. 

Neither of you mention it. 

The elevator whirs to life. 

The doors open to your floor. The mission isn’t over. You still have the keycard. You still have a job to do. But something changed between the two of you this evening. Or maybe it started changing long before that. 

For now, you don’t talk about it. You just keep walking down the hallway together. Slowly. Quietly. Fingers still intertwined. 

-

You’re barefoot on the balcony, leaning against the stone railing. Bucky’s inside going over details of the mission on the phone with Sam. 

The dusty blue dress still clings to your body, the fabric getting swept up in the cool evening air. The city buzzes. Glass towers reflect the horizon. You focus on your breathing. 

You’re not sure if you’re calming down or winding up. Tomorrow is your chance to take down Virell and his operation once and for all. But something about the quiet unnerves you. 

The weight of the dress. The memory of Virell’s voice. The feel of Bucky’s fingers laced with yours. The feel of cool metal against your skin from nights before. 

The door creaks behind you. 

Bucky steps onto the balcony. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, slow and sure. His chest presses into your back so close you can count his heartbeats. 

He lowers his head. A soft kiss to the exposed skin on your shoulder. Another to your neck. His voice low as his lips brush against your ear.

“They’re watching the hotel,” he says coolly. 

Your body melts into his on instinct, hands finding his. 

Your eyes flick across the street. Three figures. All in black suits. Tinted windows. Virell’s men, watching the lobby. 

Bucky brushes his lips against your temple.

“Come to bed with me, doll,” he murmurs softly. 

You recognize the callback to the elevator. Fake couple. Real danger. 

You turn in his arms to face him, playing along. One hand trails over his chest, the other behind his neck. 

“If you wanted me, you should’ve just said,” you say gently.

You kiss the sharp edge of his jaw, just enough to blur the lines between the mission and reality. 

His breath hitches–barely. A low hum escapes his chest. He kisses your cheek. Then your neck. Collarbone. Shoulder. Everywhere but your mouth, although he gets awfully close. 

His hands curl under your thighs and lift you without much effort. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you inside. 

Bucky carries you to the bed and lays you down gently like you’re something fragile. The bed dips beneath your weight. The fabric of your dress pools around you like a lake. 

He leans down and places one more kiss to your jaw, his stubble brushes against your skin. 

Then he’s gone, moving toward the windows. He draws the curtains shut slowly. Deliberately. He doesn’t look at you. Not once. 

“If I didn’t know any better, Barnes,” you say coyly, “I’d say you enjoyed that.”

Bucky doesn’t reply. Jaw tight. He doesn’t meet your eyes. Instead, he walks stiffly to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You hear the shower start. Steam curls out from the edge of the door. 

You exhale and touch the space on your jaw where he kissed you. You lay back fully on the bed and stare at the ceiling. It’s getting harder to separate what’s pretend and what’s real. 

-

Later, the bathroom door opens with a soft click. 

Steam spills out behind him, curling toward the ceiling like smoke. Bucky steps out shirtless in low light that catches the water beads across his shoulders. A subtle glint where metal meets skin at his left arm. Sweatpants. That ride just a little too low on his hips. He’s still drying his hair roughly with the towel before hanging it on the hook on the door. 

He glances toward the bed. 

You’re lying there, half tangled in the sheets, facing the empty space beside you like you’re daring it to stay empty. 

You blink once, slowly. Your brain short-circuits halfway through forming a thought and reroutes to something safe, something boring. 

He doesn’t notice your stare. Or maybe he does and is pretending not to. Which might be worse.

You don’t say anything. You watch him from the corner of your eye. Your breath is steady. Your heart rate is not. 

He crosses the room slowly. Avoids your gaze. There’s only one bed. It’s not that big. 

You scoot slightly to one side, giving him more space. 

“I won’t bite,” you murmur. 

He doesn’t miss a beat.

“I’d let you.” 

It’s not fair, the way your whole body flushes.

You turn slightly toward him, trying to play it off like it didn’t affect you. Trying to be normal. Chill. Capable of human speech. 

He doesn’t meet your gaze, just climbs into bed like he didn’t just set your skin ablaze.

The mattress shifts under his weight. The space between you narrows. You lie back on your pillow, close enough to feel his breath, not close enough to calm your heartbeat. 

And God help you, he smells good. He smells like clean soap and warm skin. Cool metal and rain that hasn’t touched down yet. 

You shift. So does he. Your knees brush. Neither of you pulls away. 

“You okay?” He asks quietly.

You pause. Then nod. He probably can’t see it in the dark. 

“You?” You ask, just as quietly.

“No.” 

You both fall quiet again. The truth hangs heavy between you.

He lets out a breath. You think maybe this will be it and he’ll head to bed without another word. You pull some courage out from somewhere deep in your stomach. 

Softly:

“You ever think about what it’d be like?”

He blinks. 

“What what’d be like?”

You smile faintly.

“If this was real.” 

His breath catches. 

The silence feels deafening. Charged. 

Your heart beats like a caged bird against your ribcage. You feel something shift between the two of you. You think you’ve made a huge mistake, just ruined something good, and you open your mouth to say as much. 

“I–I just meant–” 

“All the time.” 

His voice is even. You can hear the truth on his lips. You’re both inches away from something that will break everything or fix everything. Or both. 

Neither of you speak again, silently agreeing not to speak about this further. 

At least for now. 

Under the sheets, his fingers brush lightly against yours.

-

You jolt awake well past midnight. A sharp, soft gasp. 

Your chest is heaving, pulse thudding in your ears.

The sheets are tangled around your legs, damp with sweat. One hand clenched tight against your ribs like you can hold in the fear. 

Bucky’s awake in seconds, his body rigid scanning the room for a threat. It softens once he realizes it’s still only the two of you.

He turns toward you carefully, not touching you yet. He watches carefully, doing his best not to crowd you. His voice is low and gentle.

“Hey. You’re okay. It’s just me. Just a dream.” 

You clench your eyes tightly closed, hand shaking slightly as you lift it to wipe your face of a tear you don’t completely notice is there.  

“Didn’t feel like one,” you mutter hoarsely. 

Bucky sits up slightly, propping himself on an elbow. He doesn’t ask you what it was about. He knows. 

He slowly extends his hand but pauses. His vibranium hand is closest to yours. He moves to pull it back but you grip it in your hand, pulling him closer. You don’t move to pull away and he gently threads his fingers through your hand, his thumb rubbing gently circles into your skin. It’s cool and grounding. 

“Breath with me, okay? In…out…” He tells you. 

You follow slowly at first. Then steadier. You match his rhythm. 

You’re aware of the cool metal against your skin. It’s not scary. It’s safe. Real. It’s hurt people before, but never you. It only provides comfort. 

Eventually your eyes begin to flutter shut again. Exhaustion ebbing in gentle and slow. Your voice is drowsy when you speak again. 

“Thanks.” Almost inaudible.

“Not going anywhere,” he responds. 

-

You wake first.

Still on your side, curled against Bucky. His arm is slung loosely around your waist, the other tucked under the pillow. 

His breathing is deep and even. He’s fully asleep. Maybe the first real rest he’s had in a while, too.

You shift carefully, trying not to wake him, but:

“You always this wiggly in the morning?” His voice is gruff, still laced with sleep.

“Only when I wake up with someone’s arm wrapped around me like a weighted blanket.”

He groans and stretches, keeping one arm looped lazily around your waist. 

You can’t remember the last time you’ve woken up this peacefully. 

Then you whisper into the quiet morning: 

“We forgot to feed Alpine.”

Bucky’s eyes remain shut. “Soraya’s got her.” 

A pause. 

“I miss her.”

“She’s got a better bed than we do.”

“She deserves it.” 

His eyes finally open and you share a look. It lingers. 

You stretch your arms above your head and the blanket slips slightly. Enough to catch his attention. He looks, then immediately looks away. You caught it. 

“Are you checking me out, Sergeant?” You ask mischievously.

“Just checking for weapons,” he deflects.

“Smooth recovery.” 

You finally roll out of bed with a groan and start rummaging through your bag for clothes. 

Shortly after there’s a knock at the door. You glance at Bucky. He frowns and moves quickly, grabbing a gun from his bedside table. 

“Subtle,” you say.

“Habit,” he replies. 

He checks the peephole and sighs. 

“Sam.”

Bucky opens the door and Sam and Torres enter, Sam’s got two coffees and a folder tucked under his arm. He hands one to Bucky. Torres has a grin and a latte for you. 

“Good morning, sunshine,” Torres says to you. “Hope Barnes didn’t hog all the blankets.” 

“She was warm enough,” Bucky says, unamused. 

He gives Torres a look that says try that again and I’ll put you through a window.

Sam ignores both of them. “You two look cozy. Bed bugs treating you well?”

“They unionized,” you say, deadpan. “We let them have the minibar.”

“That’s generous,” Sam replies. “I’ll be sure to put that in the mission report.” 

Sam sets the folder down on the desk and opens it. A full file of updated intel. Maps, guest lists, surveillance stills.” 

“Virell’s confirmed. He’ll be at the gala tonight,” he informs you. 

You and Bucky exchange a look, the calm of the morning dissolves piece by piece. The weight of what comes next settles in. 

Sam begins to brief the two of you. Torres hands you your latte and backs away. Smart man. You take a long sip. 

Somehow Bucky has made his way to your side, your shoulders brushing slightly.

 “We’re gonna burn it all down, right?” You murmur to him.

Bucky’s voice comes out quiet and certain.

“Every last piece.”

[akanemnon]

AKANE AKANE AKANE

Soooo uhhhh (thank you for your attention over my fanarts) but uhhhhhhh FRISK DOESN'T LOOK VERY POSSESED. THEY LOOK SORRY AND SAD I WANNA GIVE THEM THIS TO FEEL OKAY, JUDT LOOK AT THEM.

Now Frisk, my dearie, have this.

I've turned Caraw W. W. into a merchandiseble plushie.

(Frisk, if Kris wants that plushie too, share pls, or tell me so I make another :3 )

Oh no. The Player(s) left as soon as Frisk entered the world of Deltarune. Both Frisk and Kris have been acting on their own since the start of the story. They just didn't notice it until page 26.

Okay, Kris noticed it. Frisk didn't know anything about a Player or any possession. They assumed EVERYTHING they did in the underground was them. So in a way they and the Player were on the same page for ALL of it (but more on that later)

So yeah, possession wouldn't be very satisfying of a plot point here.

Anyways, here's this. Sorry if I messed up your character's colors. I only had one reference to go off of

[patchwork-crow-writes]

No, actually, you get the Kralsei "incest" rant now, I've decided.

The ship being considered incest or incest-adjacent is largely a result of several assumptions that are being made about Ralsei, and to a lesser extent about Kris as well. For this to work, you have to assume the following:

Ralsei is modeled primarily on Asriel

All Boss Monsters of a certain age look identical to one another and are related to one another

Kris had absolutely no hand in Ralsei's creation

Kris is heavily uncomfortable with Ralsei's existence

The entire implied romantic undertones of Ralsei's feelings towards Kris were designed to be incestuous from the start

In order, I shall deconstruct and debunk these. Very long post below the read more, you have been warned.

While it is true that Ralsei does share some superficial similarities with Asriel, he's actually much, MUCH more similar to Kris in many ways. All he shares with Asriel is an anagrammed name and a passing likeness. They're not similar in terms of personality, and that goes regardless of which Asriel we're even talking about. Many people associate Ralsei with Undertale's incarnation of Asriel, who doesn't even exist in the same universe. Any similarities between the two are inferred entirely by the player, aided and abetted by the game making these subtle hints that they're "connected" in some way. Yeah, about as connected as Undertale is to Deltarune. To take this a step further, consider Kris and Frisk. No-one is conflating these two, not in a million years. And yet look, they share an anagrammed name and a passing likeness, so they're basically the same person, aren't they? I mean, we both control them through the SOUL, and they're both protagonists of games made by Toby Fox, so if anything they're more similar to each other than Ralsei is to Asriel. But of course, that's utterly absurd, and we all know it. *

I refer you once again to the humans. And before you tell me "they all obviously look different to each other" - and of course I'm not saying they're not different when they obviously are - consider how a monster might look at these humans if you placed them side-by-side. Pale-ish skin, brown hair, no obvious gender markers, similar height profiles. Any monster who's not intimately familiar with any of the humans in question might perhaps confuse them. And so it is with us and Boss Monsters. Just because Ralsei and Asriel share certain characteristics common to ALL boss monsters does not make them the same, or even similar, to each other. You only have to look at the sprites for the two side-by-side to see that there are plenty of differences between them. And as for Deltarune's Asriel? We haven't even seen this guy, we have NO idea what he looks like. We're just making assumptions again based on incomplete information. And if we assume that all boss monsters are related in some way due to how similar they might appear, then what does that make Toriel and Asgore, two boss monsters who have canonically produced offspring in both continuities? I don't need to say it, do I? *

It should be clarified here that I don't just mean Kris consciously made Ralsei at any point, either as an imaginary friend or monster-sona or what-have-you, but that Ralsei's creation as a darkner is somehow linked to how Kris saw themself/wished to be seen in their childhood. The most obvious piece of evidence supporting this is the horned headband that Toriel mentions at the end of Chapter 1. It's heavily implied that Kris would wear it so that they could be the same as their adoptive family, before they supposedly lost it somewhere down the line. It's not too much of a leap in logic to infer from this that Ralsei was created from that headband, at least in part. That said, there are certain aspects of Ralsei that don't exactly fit this neat mold, and I am willing to concede this point if it turns out that the headband thing is a massive misdirect. Nonetheless, I would say that the evidence we currently have to hand points more resolutely towards Ralsei being an aspect of Kris than of him being an aspect of Asriel. *

So I'm just going to say it: WE DON'T KNOW. Because Kris is our protagonist and POV character, it's incredibly easy to forget that we know next-to-nothing about the inner workings of their mind. They have no dialogue except what we tell them to say, and anything we CAN say about them is inferred from how other characters respond to their tone of voice. Of course, we can infer that Kris doesn't fully consider Ralsei a good friend based on his tea healing 60HP, but that on its own doesn't really tell us anything of much substance because you can't exactly cross-reference those numbers against a handy chart or anything - it's all context-dependent. We do at least know that they are comfortable enough around Ralsei to play the odd prank on him, which we know is something they used to do a lot of with Noelle and Asriel, two people they were close to growing up. They will, of their own volition, interpret our instruction to "take a bite" of Ralsei's dummy's clothes to make it look like they're kissing it on the cheek. I don't think that's something you would do with somebody who freaked you out on an existential level, or somebody who reminded you of your brother. Again, I am willing to concede this point should it turn out my interpretation of these clues is incorrect. *

Ask yourself this: What would Kralsei being incest - or incest-adjacent, or pseudo-incest, or whatever - contribute to the characters of Kris and Ralsei, to our relationship to them as players, or to the narrative or wider themes of Deltarune as a whole? I'll tell you - nothing whatsoever. The most such an interpretation can EVER say is that we as players are so easily manipulated by window-dressing and flattery that we will, knowingly or otherwise, romantically pair two characters together who are related in some way, shape or form. And let's say that this IS the intent behind their dynamic - all it amounts to, all it can ever amount to, is a great bit gotcha from Toby Fox himself. Haha, I tricked you into shipping two characters who are secretly related, isn't that fucked up of you? Somehow, I don't think that was his intention with this, it seems such a petty and small-minded thing for somebody who we know is capable of creating moving, thought-provoking, horrifying and beautiful stories. He's better than that. It turns the entire thing into a glorified skill-check: are YOU smart enough to identify that you're being encouraged to engage in incest-shipping, or are you a dumbass who only sees what's presented to you and doesn't ask questions about it? Contrary to popular belief, we're not all 5-D chess grandmasters, and shockingly not everybody is going to interpret the clues in this way. All it does is make people who DO earnestly ship Kralsei feel bad for something the game WAS ENCOURAGING THEM TO DO. Which would be fine if we were playing, say, Spec Ops: The Line, which is very much built around that conceit. And hey, if you wanna feel shitty about shipping two characters together in an extremely unhealthy and harmful manner, Snowgrave is right there. The difference here is that the weird route is A) completely optional, B) difficult if not impossible to accidentally trigger, C) completely derails the game's story and emotional beats, and D) doesn't rely on the shock value of surprise incest to carry it. Snowgrave actually has something INTERESTING to say about the nature of former friends, forced romance, a player's control over a protagonist and how people can be manipulated to do horrendous things by proxy. All the incest interpretation of Kralsei has to offer is that... it's incest, and you're a bit yucky for partaking in it. I'll wrap up this point by saying: incest is a very emotive topic and produces visceral emotional reactions in a lot of people. It's very clever that people have looked critically at Kralsei and observed the possibility, the interpretation, that this could be what's happening, but if the aim in doing so was to promote debate and analysis on the topic, I'm afraid it's only succeeded in doing the exact opposite, causing people to disengage from it entirely. And I strongly believe that's going to severely harm the state of discourse going into Deltarune's future chapters, because how are you going to talk about the game and what it's trying to say if you keep dodging a major part of it for fear of being thought of as pro-incest? It sucks if you're invested in the ship because no-one wants to discuss it, it sucks if you're NOT invested in the ship because it's not likely going to just evaporate come chapter 3, it sucks for everybody.

Now, having said all of that, I am not here to convince you that Kralsei is the truth and the life and what-have-you - you can read any of my other essays on the topic if you want to be preached to in that manner. You're valid and based for not liking Kralsei for any reason, and I wholeheartedly respect your opinion. All I'm trying to say here is that, calling it incest because "Ralsei is/looks like Asriel" or "Kris hates Ralsei" or whatever doesn't do anything for anyone. There are plenty of valid reasons not to like the ship, I just don't think that this is one of them.

Rant over, have a lovely day :D

[emmaderanged]

DELTARUNE Chapter 4 and weird route spoilers

I’ve been thinking about the weird route and how it feels lately. About how it feels very different from Undertale genocide. That doesn’t surprise me per se, since I think Toby is going for something different this time. I think I’m interested that it feels so different because it, superficially, has a lot of the pageantry of geno. It shares many of the same themes, but does different things with them.

It is about getting stronger.

It skips the funnies (no Berdly, why even live 😭).

It leans into the abuse of meta elements. Using the text box to teleport is my favorite example from Deltarune. My favorite example from Undertale is literally pushing the battle box in the sans fight to access the FIGHT button.

What’s interesting to me is that despite sharing these similarities, it feels completely different. A heavy theme of the Undertale Genocide run is dissociation. In order to embark on the genocide run, you have to shatter your suspension of disbelief. The systemic mechanical slaughter of the characters you once had genuine attachment to is symbolic of you discarding any hold the game has on you. In order to do a genocide run, you have to discard the game. It’s why Chara calls you out in the end if you choose to go back. They cannot understand why someone would do what you do if you still felt attachment to the world after all. Why do all this if you still care? You must have a perverse sentimentality.

Undertale Genocide is about what it means to feel attached to characters. It’s about whether it’s worth it to discard that attachment if it means you can see more of them. Is it worth it to mutilate a story into a shape you no longer can love as long as you don’t have to let it go? I had… let’s say, a strong emotional response to Undertale Geno (I called my best friend at the time an evil asshole for playing it, sorry Widget). But, eventually, I played it too. I learned a lot about myself through thinking about my emotional response to Undertale Geno. I realized that I’m actually okay with letting something go while I still love it. It’s helped me process a lot of things.

I’m currently in the throes of feelings about the weird route. Obviously we don’t know exactly what the thematic endpoint of Deltarune is yet, but I’ve seen enough of the weird route already to highlight some throughlines. I think the main difference, and why the weird route makes me viscerally ill, lies in the emotional closeness. Ultimately, Undertale Geno is about the sacrifice of emotional closeness for the sake of remaining in the world. Deltarune, however, is emotionally distant from the get-go.

There is a greater degree of separation between you and Kris than there ever was between you and Frisk. Frisk, while their own person, makes very little attempt to resist your commands. They are wholly on board for murder, as far as we can tell. The only actions they take of their own accord on that run are to further the aims of it. Stepping forward during cutscenes, skipping puzzles. Kris, however, opposes us throughout all of Deltarune. They set (honestly reasonable) boundaries with us, refusing to allow us to take things they deem too important. I feel distanced from the story because of Kris’ clear acknowledgement of our existence and their own preferences. There is a line drawn by their actions that we cannot cross. Kris serves as the eyes, ears, hands and mouth through which we interface with the world, but they use their role as a cage to limit our reach. It’s a testament to Toby Fox’s writing and game design that this still feels immersive. I am still drawn in even as I’m made to feel like an outsider. Hell, I want to be drawn even further in. I want to be friends with Susie and Kris and Noelle and Ralsei. I crave the emotional closeness that I cannot have. This exactly mirrors how Kris feels in hometown: like an outsider that craves attention and connection but is unable to realize those things. The emotional distance is a part of the narrative.

The story seems to already be heading towards tackling this emotional distance in the normal route by heavily discussing the irreality of certain characters (Ralsei mostly, but other Darkners too). Lightners entering dark worlds somewhat heavy-handedly lampshades the real-life interface between two narrative layers that occurs when you interact with a story. The fact that Darkners don’t consider themselves real (and Susie’s firm rejection of that) is a criticism of the notion that just because things don’t have physical form doesn’t mean they can’t affect you like any supposedly more “real” thing can. I think both routes in Deltarune will lead to resolving the emotional distance of the player, but in either a healthy or an unhealthy way depending on the route.

There is a reason the weird route fixates so heavily on Noelle. The relationship she has with Kris is complicated. They’ve been friends for a long time, but Kris has withdrawn into themselves recently. Their connection has floundered and they’ve grown distant. This interpersonal distance is similar to the intrinsic separation we, the player, must feel from the characters in Deltarune. We think we know them, but there’s a disconnect in communication that is mostly bridged through Kris’s creative interpretation of our commands. Could we really consider ourselves friends with Susie without Kris’s silly little goofs? The little flairs of personality they tac onto the membrane of our interaction? It feels… both resonant and saddening to know that Susie doesn’t really like US, they like Kris. We’re just kinda forcing Kris to put themselves out there. We’re forcing Kris to expose themselves to intimacy in a way they never would have on their own.

There’s a selfish part of me that wishes for a blank slate, that wishes I COULD be closer to these characters I love. And… well… Kris CAN be made blank. You can force that emotional closeness if you really want. You can force Noelle to become “friends” with “Kris” again. The weird route is about our refusal to accept a lack of intimacy and our refusal to respect boundaries. Both with us, the player, and with Kris’s friend Noelle. Kris pushes everyone in their life away. They’re traumatized from the disappearance of Dess, they feel dysmorphic due to being the only human in a family and town of monsters, they’re queer and weird and don’t relate to anyone they know (me too thanks), and their parents are so divorced it gave a TV separation anxiety. While the abuse of Noelle does make me feel wretched, it is the erasure of Kris that really gets to me the most. God, the little crumbs we get of their mental state in chapter 4 weird route after Noelle’s house… it’s heartbreaking. Poor kid.

This is why I think the end of the weird route will be us “killing” Kris, or taking absolute control over their body. What greater violation is there than annihilating someone’s personhood? Hell, we’re already doing it. It’s also why I think the end of the normal route will be with Kris and us reconciling our conflict. Coming to a healthy mutual understanding of each others’ boundaries and limits. Or at least arriving at a somewhat less adversarial relationship. Sure we keep making them do stuff they don’t want to do, but they keep ripping us out and shoving us in a cage or beating us with hockey equipment. We’re stuck together, we’re gonna have to figure out how to make this work. I think as we come to understand Kris as their own person, they’ll come around to us too. If chapter 7 ends with Kris playing piano for us in the final rendition of Don’t Forget I’m going to actually sob.

In a similar way that Undertale genocide is about dissociation from the characters, Deltarune as a whole is about the rejection of dissociation, both textually and thematically. It’s about the celebration of attachment. Attachment to friends, to loved ones, and to fiction. Undertale no-mercy was doable for me in an emotional sense because its very structure necessitated detachment. It just got easier and easier as it went on, each step necessarily demanding a little less than the last. The weird route however is the opposite of that. It demands emotional closeness. Indeed, emotional closeness is the entire point. Every stage of the weird route has made me feel worse. It’s making me realize that it might not be worth it. I couldn’t even finish my chapter 4 weird route save, I just stopped after Noelle’s house. If I’m right about where things are heading, I don’t know if I can go there. I don’t think I can do it. I don’t think I want to.

[kitkat-the-muffin]

Idk if I can properly put into words why I love cocoapowder so much but I’ll try

It’s really all about Chara’s arc in Undertale Red & Yellow and how by being forced to walk around and interact with Frisk and Clover, they slowly develop a friendship with the two by simply just talking and being themself

Chara did not have a very high opinion of themself, and Chara also isn’t really a fan of stopping to smell the roses. They get upset if Frisk walks off the normal path, and they bring themself down whenever they have the chance to. They feel guilty about what they did to Asriel, and completely unempathetic in the geno run

After failing to free monster kind, Chara is submissive to the whims of Frisk’s decisions and simply just encourages progression no matter the route being taken, because they don’t believe they have the right to agency anymore (until the end of the geno run)

And then you add Clover to the mix. Clover who’s experienced a lot of hurt in their past and chooses to spread love and kindness and affection instead. Clover’s sense of justice comes from meeting aggression with friendship and trying to turn people around to reveal the best sides of themselves. Clover does this with Chara, and they don’t initially get along very well. They’re stuck with each other, however, and they bond a little over having shared experiences in the Underground and comparing them to Frisk’s journey

It’s through the True Pacifist route that Chara realizes something: Clover is better than them. They both sacrificed their souls to free all monsters, but one of them actually proved “useful.” Clover believes in a righteous sense of justice that insists on redemption rather than karma, and Clover is willing to give Frisk another chance even after multiple geno runs. Clover also isn’t afraid to snap back against a bad decision, which is why they stop you at the end of every geno

Clover is insufferably different from Chara, and yet over the course of Frisk’s journey they become friends. Not only that, but Clover feels free to openly flirt with Chara and they don’t bat an eye

And Chara starts to believe it when Clover says they deserve to love themself, and that they deserve to forgive themself, and that no matter what mistakes they’ve made in the past, they’re a good person

I have no doubt in my mind that at the end of the True Pacifist route, Clover wishes Chara could come back too, because they definitely believe Chara deserves to live. It’s so interesting to place Clover and Asriel across from each other at the flower bed. They both knew Chara, one in life and one in death, and yet they both knew two different Charas

Asriel talks about how Chara wasn’t the best person and that he idolized them growing up, but he outright expresses that Chara was a bad friend and that Frisk is their perfect counterpart. Clover refutes this and says that Chara is good, and has always had good intentions. Clover never idolized Chara but saw them for who they were, flaws and all, and admired them anyway

Chara and Clover have deep conversations that Chara never could have with Asriel, because Asriel was just a silly kid who didn’t understand the gravity of their plan. Chara hates themself for that plan, because they realized they shouldn’t have put that burden on a child. What Chara doesn’t realize is they were a child too, one with a foolish dream of saving the world through a noble and just sacrifice

And they see Clover, who did the same thing. A child who sacrificed their existence for a greater cause. Clover didn’t deserve that. But Chara respects their decision. Chara is happy when they come back at the end, and their smile speaks volumes

There’s this deeper connection between Chara and Clover that just makes them perfect for each other. Their opposites-attract dynamic met with their shared experiences, admiration for each other, and witty banter they share throughout. I love Cocoapowder 💕

[grumpyghostdoodles]

Howdy! I saw you were sharing facts about the Dreemurr kids in the Dadyrus AU, so I was wondering, do you have any Clover and Dreemurr kids facts to share? I'm really curious about their relationship with them seeing as they all seem close! That's all, I love your works and I hope you're doing well!

Howdy Roman! I always love seeing you come by and the tags that you give!! Im doing fine, thank you for asking, and sure, have some Clover+ Dreemurrs facts! The silly goobers:

Clover is nonbinary, but do sometimes identify as male, so they use they/them/he/him, and they are gay!

Clover is a year older than Asriel-Chara!...at least on their ID. It's a common topic of heated discussion between the older dreemurrs and clover (“WE WERE BORN IN THE 60/70’S, WERE OLDER” “SAY THAT TO MY ID, SEE!!! IT SAYS THAT IM A YEAR OLDER” “FUCK YOUR LYING ASS ID” “SAY THAT TO MY FACE”)

Clover loves hugging Asriel, he feels like a warm plushie. Asriel is more than used to have Clover+Sibilings+Cousin hanging off him like baby possums.

Clover is fucking terrified of Chara. They think they're the antichrist or smth.

Don't get me wrong, Chara and Clover are amazingly close friends, so chaotic together, Clover is Chara's only friend (“No, Chara, your siblings don't count”), and yet they still find Chara absolutely creepy.

They tried to see if they were some demon for a while (*Clover Puts cross on wall* *Chara, a previous cult escapee, makes a face at it* “You're religious, Clover?” “Oh, no…I found it in the shed and thought it might look cool” “Ugh, your choice in decor is trash” “Clover, internally: “That's what I thought you'd said, you Sam Hill”)

Chara approves of Clover and Asriel dating, don't worry. They like that Clover is so loyal and ready to defend if needed, and that they make his brother laugh.

Frisk adores Clover, they think it's very cool to see a real life cowboy!

Clover had 6 siblings. They…didn't get much attention from their parents. Or their siblings. The older kids resented having to look after the little ones, but didnt treat them bad. They were just very tired and sad. Clover could see that they were a burden.

Clover is used of taking care of themselves and doing some chores.

Clover can cook, and likes to make Asriel snacks! They wrote down each Dreemurr’s favorites so they wouldn't forget!

Asriel and Clover learned how to ride a bike together, neither knew how to before, and go on rides to have fun

Frisk reminds Clover of their younger siblings. Said younger siblings are now 10 years older than when they last saw them. 

Clover almost passed the fuck out bc they laughed at something that Asriel said when they were eating a sandwich, and started to choke, and Asriel had to do the heimlich maneuver while crying hysterically. 

Chara is responsible. Clover is responsible. Somehow, Responsible + Responsible = All thoughts are now cancelled, so Clover and Chara are super chaotic when left alone.

“Oh hi kids, what did you two do today” “*Clover+Chara: Holding a live llama by a leash, each with a shaved ice cone and a jester hat*: We bombed a dennys” “WHAT-”

The Dreemurrs and Clover dont go to the same school, Clover lives in the underground at the desert, where they rotate between Dad Starlo+Cerobas house and Mom Martlet's house. But it's still close in distance with the surface, so they all hang out constantly!

[underfreeau]

UNDERFREE AU by puppylove_cak3.

Small resume as many people keep asking me about it and so that I could just send this to explain the lore.

In this universe, the war between the humans and monsters never existed. Both races live on earth without any conflicts. As the years passed by, the world got overpopulated and some thought of expanding territories which led to creating the underground.

In this story, the player/viewer plays as Frisk, a teen that somehow feels hatred against monsters for who knows what reason. That peace between the two races feels off. They decided they should 'do something about it'.

Note: their soul is not one of DETERMINATION, they have a grey soul, depending on what route you take, it would either turn into 'KINDNESS' or 'MURDEROUS'

The story goes through 3 ways:

Pacific route: You end up changing your mind after meeting some monsters and befriending them. You end up being adopted as you (Frisk) was an orphan.

Neutral route: You killed some monsters but also some humans that got in your way, many were disappointed and sent you to get "fixed", but as it was not directed towards only one race, nothing massive happened.

Genocide route: Can only be obtained if you only attack monsters. (Which is the canon way the story goes).

Any monsters that got in your way or someone looked "way too peaceful" would be an easy prey.

The more you get into fights, the harder it gets to get more L.O.V.E.

If you killed/hurt Sans, you'll automatically get into a fight with Papyrus with only one of you getting out alive, if you win no stronger monster will be left, only some weaklings that are easy XP, if he wins, you'd be forced to reset and bring back his brother, keep in mind that he is aware of resets.

Throughout your journey, you met a Flower that seemed to share the "same" goal as you, he hates humans and you hate monsters, what an amazing duo.

He'll be there during your fights to remember not to use the MERCY button.

Will you befriend or destroy them?

[golden-explosions-main]

ad alium mundum, obsecro, ad alium mundum Command Processing... Command Accepted

Notes seem to appear over the observation. Inputs from the previous User. Some seem basic and some seem to be complete gibberish. "Diversion holding stable." "☞︎⚐︎☼︎☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎" "Sentio animo prodidit" The darkness returns.

Command Accepted

The device seems to take the input of both times to automatically load the next world.

The Fallen World

Repeating the same process as the camera once again shows the same room. It seemed different. A bit worn down with an increased red and black color scheme but still having the same matching items and the same matching people... The Device still seems to be in Observation mode as the occupants in the room don't seem to notice you. A Human with slightly different style of clothes. And a Flower in a golden potbot. They seem to be just sitting together. Happy together.

Frisk: "Alright Sneaky the sneaker, I should have known you would slip in a secret message, but I don't blame you,"

Flowey: "And I should have known we would only get sent to another similar timeline to ours, looks like a goth universe, interesting,"

Frisk: "How stylish,"

Flowey: "Hmph, too stylish, why didn't I get a gold potbot?"

*Flowey then suddenly grins a big devious grin*

Frisk: "Uh oh! I know that face! What are you planning?"

Flowey: "If it works, you'll see,"

Flowey: "Survey Program, Contact, voice message! 'Flowey! Osculetur Frisk!' End voice message!"

Frisk: " ...What did you say?"

Flowey: "I said- *the Cam cannot make out his whispering*"

Frisk: *gasps!*

Frisk: *Holds back laughter* "Asriel! You hypocrite! Even after WE had people tease us?!"

Flowey: "I COULDN'T RESIST! HAHAHAHA!"

---

LATE TRANSLATION: FORGIVE ME LATE LATIN TRANSLATION: I feel betrayed by my heart

[the-selfinsert]

I have this little thought exercise that's been floating around in my mind that I thought would be fun to share.

So, we all know how prominent Sans is in the UTMV, yeah? Almost every character is based on him. Now, I am a big Sans Au fan, and I enjoy a lot of them. However, sometimes, I do wish we had more variety.

So, something I like to do, is take a currently existing AU, Sans or not, and think about how it could be changed or altered to fit another UT character. It's both a fun exercise to help you reimagine a character you like, and also helps you get a better feel and appreciation for some of the original cast too! (Sometimes, certain roles only really work for one specific character, but there's usually at least a little wiggle room)

For the purposes of demonstration, I'll be using Nightmare Sans. We all already know him, so I'll spare you the explanation, but just know that his role is one of the most broad, as it's just someone who's goal is to cause suffering and misery, and because it's so broad, it's very easy to imagine other versions with different flavorings but the same overall goal. So, for instance:

Chara: Leaning into the motifs of being a demon, and the absolute. Acquiring as much power as possible, and bringing everything to the absolute maximum of misery

Mettaton: Treating every world as a beautiful tragedy, and doing his best to bring it to fruition

Frisk: The devil on your shoulder, would bring misery via other people's choices, encouraging them to make the worst and darkest decisions they could

Asgore: The tyrant, king of all, with an unquestionable rule

Alphys: A scientists, pursuing the deepest, darkest secrets of every field of science

Gaster: An eldtrich horror, bringing madness and darkness wherever his followers begin to spread his influence

Papyrus: Would specialize in loneliness and isolation as forms of misery

Asriel/Flowey: Well, Flowey is essentially Nightmare Asriel already, isn't he? So I think very little needs to be changed there.

Undyne: Retributive justice. The belief that the people of the world, every world, are too far gone, and deserve to pay for their crimes.

Toriel: Possibly a more closed-off figure, less about directly causing misery, and more-so slowly warping the world around her as she's consumed in her own pain and or grief. Possible fixation on Asriels and Charas, maybe kidnapping them?

Sans (i know this already exists (duh) but in the spirit of this exercise): Pure apathy and nihilism. Showing people the crushing weight of existance and how pointless it all is in the end

Now, are all of these amazing? Probably not, and it's clear that it was easier to think of things for some of these than for others. However, I think it's still a pretty fun thing to do, and it really gives you a chance to figure out what parts of the characters we all know and love you could utilize and play up to make them fit into certain roles, or how they'd respond if placed in said roles!

[returntosunder]

Hello ^^

So, uh, I saw you looking at AUs, and I was nervous about sharing one of mine with someone as cool as you, but seeing others do it gave me some more confidence 😅.

My main AU is called Soultale (generic as hell, but it’s kinda stuck now lol). Though fair warning, it has a lot of angst because that’s just how my brain functions.

Essentially, they had all lived on the Surface after a Pacifist route for about five years, but the previous route had been Genocide. Chara was angry at the fact that Frisk had no consequences for it, and eventually over the years, the anger festered into hate, corrupting them, (meaning they’re not actually the villain, but being used as a vessel for the hate).

Chara tormented Frisk with nightmares until they finally Reset to go on another Genocide route. Sans fell into a massive depression and didn’t even see the point in going to fight Frisk when he knew what would happen. Flowey went to him with a plan that would keep Resets from happening again.

Sans had to absorb the six human souls to throw Chara off guard, then absorb their soul to Reset everything himself, in hopes of taking Frisk completely out of the equation. Then Sans would need to break the Barrier himself with the power of the seven human souls. Sans was against the plan at first, but eventually agreed to it under the condition that he might be able to convince Frisk to Reset on their own, since he really didn’t want to lose them.

Chara was relentless, and eventually Sans realized that he wouldn’t be able to get through to Frisk. He killed them and absorbed their soul, Resetting. Only, instead of waking up in Snowdin, he woke up in the bed of golden flowers, and a completely changed Underground.

Due to Sans being the one to Reset, an anomaly occurred where not only was Frisk erased from existence, but so was Sans, Flowey, the other human souls, and even the Judgement Hall since that’s where he Reset.

Because Chara never fell into the Underground, Asriel never died (Flowey later merges himself with Asriel, the process very painful and the memories of boqth of them often war with each other). But since no human had ever fallen into the Underground, King Asgore grew insane and made a decree that he would gather enough monster souls to break the Barrier instead. Toriel still leaves him and takes Asriel to the Ruins. The Underground becomes a cruel place, where it truly is “kill or be killed.” Only the strongest could survive.

Papyrus became second in command in the Royal Guard, though despite being much colder and closed off, he still has a caring heart and secretly used Snowdin as a safe haven for weaker monsters. He doesn’t trust Sans and it won’t be until years later that he even begins to consider him as his brother.

Sans has to make his way through the Underground to make it to the Barrier, protecting Papyrus and various other monsters along the way, devastated at the state everything had come to. He blames himself and regrets ever interfering with the timelines. He’s haunted by the ghosts of the eight humans, but Frisk is the one who comforts him the most.

After breaking the Barrier, there’s two different routes: Timeline Protector and Soul Eater.

In the Timeline Protector route, he frees everyone, yes, but he feels empty and doesn’t know what to do now that he’s completed his mission. Ink happens to stumble upon his AU, and after learning about it, he recruits Soul into the Star Sanses, assigning him as Timeline Protector. Unfortunately, he’s specifically ordered not to interfere with them, just to ensure there’s no anomalies like himself. He can’t stop genocide routes, and has to stay out of sight.

In the Soul Eater route, Ink doesn’t find his AU, and eventually the same thing that happened to Frisk happens to him. Chara began to corrupt each of the souls one by one, who in turn overwhelmed him until the hate used him as its own vessel, Resetting and going on a more gruesome genocide route. Not only would he dust each monster, but the en eat their souls, corrupting them and absorbing their power. He would do it over and over, constantly Resetting and gaining more power until his already fragile body couldn’t take any more and began to break apart. He found a way to avoid any more of it by simply corrupting the souls and storing them to use as his own minions instead. Nightmare sensed his intense negative emotions and recruited him for the Bad Sanses instead.

Anyway, sorry for yapping so much, but thanks for reading. I greatly admire your art, so it means a lot that you do! ~^^~

(Last image is not my art; first two are tho)

I quite literally prepared myself for the angst lol

Damn Chara basically forcing Frisk to reset after 5 years of happy memories in the pacifist route is actually devastating omg. I dont blame Sans for getting depressed

Sans absorbing the souls kinda reminded me of Seraphim and Color Sans, but this has a bit of a different spin to it, and it's really cool!!

YO Sans resetting and causing the story to completely change is so freakin cool omg! That also really sad, but it's such a good premise!!! Also, Flowey and Asrial merging is so interesting. I love that! tho i do feel bad for Azzy :(

AWWW PAPY MAKING SNOWDEN A SAFE HAVEN FOR WEAKER MONSTERS IS SO NICE I LOVE THATTT

The two different routes that he can take are also a really neat thing omg (also not relevant, but my brain read Soul Eater, and I thought about the anime lol)

Also can I just say that I LOVE HIS DESIGNS FOR BOTH ROUTES!!!! It looks so cool :D

Ty for sharing this ^^

[floofanflurr]

Meet Ink Frisk and Chara, an UTMV redraw

(Ink Sans belongs to Comyet)

My friends helped me figure out a whole bunch of character mashups for me to draw! I’ll be doing the rest of UTs main cast as different UTMV characters.

(Bonus image and more ramble under the cut:)

@humankk and @bee-the-aroace-dragon said that Ink Sans would take Ink Frisk and Chara under his wing (and would keep them away from the more 18+ AUs) so have a sketch of that. Because I love the thought of Ink Sans mentoring little Color Drop.

Now for ramble! This was supposed to just be a reimagining of Ink Sans’s role in the Multiverse, though I’ll admit that I’ve named them and have a few head canons… so for anyone curious, here we go!

Color Drop:

- They prefer going by Frisk and Chara, but if there’s multiple Frisk or Chara around, they go by Color Drop.

- If you have need to refer to only one of them, (Why would you, though? We’re pretty much the same.) Chara answers to “Color,” and Frisk answers to “Drop.”

- Similarly to Ink Sans, they come from an abandoned AU, where Frisk was the main character, and Chara was attached to them as a ghostly narrator. Frisk was the only completed being with a soul in that world, though Chara was also fully aware.

-Frisk, however, was not originally aware of Chara’s presence as an aware being, as Chara was stuck only narrating things.

- By nature of Chara’s death, they do not have a soul of their own.

- When Frisk almost destroyed their soul in hurt and confusion and despair, Chara latched on and took it for safe keeping. It’s now stored in a recreation of their locket. This was when they both fell into the nothingness.

- Being stuck in the nothingness is where Frisk learns more about Chara and that they are aware.

- Neither of them know how to return Frisk’s soul.

- Frisk can still feel because of the proximity of their soul, but it’s more numb than they were used to. They need the paint to feel as strongly as they once did.

- Due to Chara’s lack of soul, they use the paints to help them feel things. Being closer to Frisk also helps them feel because of their mental link.

- Chara is tangible in the doodlesphere, void, and antivoid (when they want to be)

- When visiting AUs, Chara is intangible. They can also go back to just being in Frisk’s mind where no one else can see them if they want.

- Frisk is the one who makes most of the choices and actions, but they don’t talk a lot. Chara prefers to leave things to them, and mostly narrates and provides commentary.

- Chara and Frisk share a mental link where they can talk telepathically.

- Despite having different and distinct personalities, sometimes they struggle to figure out where “Frisk” ends and “Chara” begins.

- Frisk is selectively mute and uses ASL or a tablet to write out what they want to say. They speak aloud on occasion, but it’s rare.

- Frisk’s colored hair isn’t consistent. It’s constantly changing which strands are highlighted.

- Frisk’s favorite character in the AUs is Papyrus. It’s why they chose the red scarf.

- Chara’s favorite is all of the Frisks. (They also love Sans and his jokes and pranks, though they won’t admit to it, especially considering how many Sanses out there hate them)

- If you manage to separate them somehow… Things will not go well. For anyone.

[akanemnon]

Wait so this just popped into my head randomly. Since Frisk and Kris have Chara's soul, would Chara also be affected by the shared damage thing or no? I have a feeling it might be know but I'm curious anyway

Chara is connected in the way that they can sense the resonance of their old soul, even though they have a hard time recognizing it as their's. And that is the thing. They have been dead for so long, that the connection isn't AS strong anymore. Kris and Frisk outright feel the same kind of pain. For Chara it would most likely be more of a dull senation that something is wrong. That something is going on that they can't put a finger on. Otherwise they would also be able to feel Kris' and Frisk's emotions.

[foreststarflaime]

30. Sleeping habits and 50 for Aerith, Zack and Sephiroth

Back for more I see ty hehehhee I will not be light handed witb the angst

30. Sleeping habits

Aerith: She always has extremely vivid dreams. The nature of these dreams determines how well she sleeps each night—usually they’re good, or at worst strange, but nightmares are also no strangers to her. It’s like she’s drifting through the lifestream unhampered by her physical form when she sleeps. Many of the spirits that flow through it want to share their excitement and imagination with her. Some are incoherent and muddled, confused. Some are weighed down by sorrow, crying out for help they never received in life. She tries to treasure them all.

Zack: he has the ADHD bad sleep. He can never seem to get his brain to turn off enough to let him sleep without downing medications like melatonin (which don’t really work on SOLDIERs), and even then it wakes him up too early for when he went to sleep. And then he can’t go back to sleep, because it’s already running so quickly. He cannot take naps unless he is very sick because of this—it’s a sure sign something is very wrong.

Sephiroth: chronic insomniac, but not in the same way as Zack. Nightmares keep him awake all too often, and seem to appear every time he shuts his eyes. A good night’s sleep is as rare as a perfect diamond to him, and far more valuable. Some appear as good dreams, his mother offering him a comforting bowl of pumpkin soup, but when he wakes with a start he feels…unsettled, in a way he doesn’t know quite how to describe or its origin.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

Aerith: when she was very young, she and Ifalna had been left a little freedom to stretch their legs around the science floor—under heavy observation, of course. No one stopped her as she toddled into one room with swinging double-doors…and froze in shock, at first not comprehending what she was seeing, as she came across the bad scientist doing something to a white-haired boy on a table. He met her eyes, and she felt a chill run down her back but at the same time felt great pity for the unspeakable sadness and pain she sensed from him. She tried to go towards them to comfort him, but Ifalna scooped her up and frisked her away in a hurry. Aerith only then registered how much red there had been on—no, in—his chest as she looked at him over her mother’s shoulder. The bad scientist had only laughed, looking at her with cold calculation.

Zack: while trapped in the basement of the Shinra Manor, he kept dreaming that Angeal had come to save him. Over and over again, he would see so vividly his hand reaching down for him with that teasing half-smile, just like he had that night in Fort Tamblin. And each time, he would wake and find his hope shattered yet again, as Hojo took him out of the mako tank to run yet another experiment on them. After a while, he just couldn’t take the roller coaster of emotions anymore. It’s not often that he remembers a dream, now, and Angeal’s smile has become a little blurry in his memory.

Sephiroth: all of them when he was incoherent with pain under Hojo’s knife one time, early on in his life, Gast happened to drop by. He saw what was happening, saw Seph crying out to him in the hopes that he would make it stop, and still he turned around and walked away. All that Seph accomplished was making Hojo be rougher and to extinguish even more of the tiny supply of hope he retained. For his own sake, he chose to block this out to maintain his idealized version of the scientist. For his own sake, he had to have had something good in his life, at least once.

[itsjustmebluesilly]

Hiii! I’m Blue!

All about About me:

avid gamer

Diagnosed with ADHD(and probably has autism-)

very very silly.

birthday is on October 23!

she/her!!!

loves fettuccine Alfredo. It’s so good. Like actually.

sleep deprived

artist (in more than one way)

loves genetics

sometimes gets a lot of nature pics

can I put whatever I want here?

chicken.

very disorganized (sorry)

chair chair chair chair chair chair 🪑

fav emojis: 😛😔😳😊😦🤪😡🪑🩵

also I love asks please PLEASE gimme some.

What I do:

I write fanfics, some original writing, draw, make headcanon for my fandoms and remix songs! (Plus some og songs but like…I barely make any-) Speaking of, I should probably list my-

FANDOMS!!!

Legend of Zelda! (In particular, BotW, TotK, OoT, ALBW, I’ll add more as I beat more games-)

Pokèmon! (In particular: Gen 1, 2 and 4, Pokèmon Legends, Scarlet/Violet, Sun and Moon)

Friday Night Funkin’

VOCALOID (I’m relatively new to the vocaloid fandom, please please PLEASE info dump on me about it. I’d love it if you did!)

Undertale and Deltarune

Cookie Run (Kingdom is my main focus but I do play Ovenbreak)

Cave Story (dead fandom wahhhhh)

Kirby

Sonic (I’m not too familiar with a lot of Sonic content/Lore but I really like the series as a whole! One of these days I’ll get around to leaning the lore, one way or another-)

Hollow Knight

Starbound (another dead fandom NOOOO i am doomed)

ENA (Joel G)

Splatoon (all 3 of the games, i have yet to finish 2's story mode because. WHY DID THEY MAKE IT SO HARD I SWEAR IM NOT BAD-)

Probably something else I forgot to mention because I am into way too many things-

What this entire thing is for:

I want to spread happiness with my art and drawings (though if I’m sharing angst…😈 [I love angst-]) ok but besides that, I want to make people smile and to share what I love with other people! This blog in particular is where you can ask about my OC’s, headcanons, give me short writing prompts and such, or just ask something in general, I don’t mind. Most of my post will be about my fandoms, character development/characterization, reblogs, and just whatever I feel like honestly. Might focus more on my Blue Crew thing I got going on though tbh.

Favorite Characters:

(Characters in Bold are the ones I’m likely to talk the most about.)

LoZ:

Link/Wild (BotW, TotK)

Zelda/Flora (BotW, TotK)

Link/Time/Shade (OoT)

Malon (OoT)

All of the Champions and their Descendants/TotK Sages (BotW, TotK)

Cookie Run: (Current)

Shadow Milk Cookie (CR:K)

Pure Vanilla Cookie (CR:K)

Wizard Cookie

Black Sapphire Cookie (CR:K)

Mystic Flour Cookie (CR:K)

Dreamweaver Cookie (CROB)

Dark Choco Cookie (CROB, CR:K)

Sugarfly Cookie (CR:K)

Pokèmon:

Gold/Blake (Gold - Silver Edition, Blake - SoulSilver)

Dawn (Platinum)

Red

Silver

Grey..? (Don’t quite know where to put this goober, he’s from an FNF mod but he’s also a Pokèmon trainer and I gave him a game?)

Undertale + Deltarune: (Deltarune is Current)

Mettaton (UT)

Papyrus (UT)

Alphys (UT)

Frisk (UT)

Chara (UT)

Kris (DR)

Noelle (DR)

Susie (DR)

TENNA!!!!!!! (DR)

Friday Night Funkin’:

Boyfriend

Girlfriend

Pico

QT

Senpai (i made. so much headcanon for him for no reason lol...)

Big Brother

Soul Boyfriend (From the corruption mod, love that mod sm…)

Cave Story:

Quote

Curly

Kazuma

Misery

Toroko

Kirby:

Kirby

Adaline

Ribbon

Meta Knight

Susie

Magolor

Sonic:

Sonic

Shadow

Metal Sonic (HOW DID I FORGET MY HUE HUE HUE WHEN FIRST WRITING THIS POST?!)

Tails (And Nine)

Silver (Can I say that even if I haven’t played 06? I really like him he’s a skrungle..)

Hollow Knight:

Grimm (i have his plushie :)

Hornet

Ghost (Or The Knight)

Myla

ENA:

ENA (Worker)

ENA (Webseries)

Shepard

Froggy

Coral Glasses

Splatoon: (Current)

uh. idk how to make this really.

Pearl and Marina ???????

uh.

MY SPLOON OCS!!!

OCs:

Fandom specific: (so many..)

Melody (LoZ, Malon and Time’s daughter)

Aryll (LoZ, reused name because it seems to be fancanon that Wild’s sister has the same name as Wind’s.)

Sojul (LoZ, Gerudo OC)

Akai (LoZ, Yiga OC)

Mabel (LoZ, Wild’s mom)

Dark Chocolate Cookie (CrK)

Feta Cheese Cookie (CrK)

Blood Hand Cookie (CrK and CrOB)

Max (PKMN Sun & Moon)

Ma and box (Ma is an ENAsona and box is just her companion oc ig-)

Scarlet (Splatoon, also known as Agent 8)

Kiiro (Splatoon 3 [Specifically!!] Also known as the NEW Agent 3)

I have plenty more from different fandoms but I’m just gonna post this as is for now, I’ll edit more in when I get the chance.

True OCs-: (They spawned from my last braincells.)

Blue (Also my Sona and pfp)

Soul (Blue’s big brother)

Eliz (Blue’s bestie, full name is Elizabeth)

Amy (Full name is Amethyst, she’s Soul’s wife)

Nightmare (Completely unrelated to anyone mentioned above lmao)

Show

Eternal

Rachel

Pi

(not actually an oc but im so good with naming characters totally.)

Other Details: Kinda important!

Currently the only blog I have for writing is Re-Writing Cave Story. Also I am not open for commissions YET, but sometime in the future I will be! Also, just a heads up that my art might be uploaded poorly. I’ve tried everything I can to fix it, but every doodle I try to upload ends up looking really bad. Paper drawings seem to work better, and hopefully when I get my online artworks that will be at least acceptable quality. Sorry in advance :(

I HAVE AN AO3!! I have no idea how to use it yet so I won’t link it but yayyy!!!

My subblogs:

Linked Universe Daycare AU - LU AU with the chain at a daycare, Malon and Time watch over the chain kiddos. Babies. bajshjskoh

ENA Subblog - lol my ENA stuff ig

uhh,,, I forgot lmao

My tags:

#blues silly yapping (me just well, yapping, also sometimes reblogs with thoughts)

#blues silly writing (ignore the fact that this didn't work for the one writing i did post-)

#blues silly art (self-explanatory-)

#The (silly) Blue Crew (My favorite lil guys)

#blues original headcanons (also self-explanatory--)

#blues silly songs (my music :) [both og and remixes]

Anyway haiiiiii :D welcome to my blog sillies