#blind!frisk

[akanemnon]

Who let him into the Dark World???

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[stardecahedron]

This was my first ever digital drawing, back in 2017!

and now, 7 YEARS LATER!!! ❤

Original - drawn April 2017 Redraw - drawn October 2024

of course my first ever digital drawing was Undertale related lmao

How's that for a glow up huh? I look back on that old drawing and laugh a little, cause I was genuinely trying to figure out how to shade softly and render like every digital artist I saw, but I very much did NOT understand or research how to do so lol it's admittedly very fun to look at old art, cause despite being frustrated at myself while learning digital art at the time, I'm happy to have stuck with it and kept going!

kofi // instagram // artfight // bluesky

[soul100]

Mirror interaction. Chara were surprised to see herself. They also never seen a monster before, but with Frisk, they can see again!

Chara can't cry, because they don't have eyes.

They finally got a chance to see their best friend. They knew he was fluffy, but never seen his face. It's one of a happiest moments of Chara's life!

[the-great-papyru]

15 Days of Determination (Day 9: It was nice to meet you, human…)

This is absolutely one of my favorite moments in Undertale. I don’t think I could do this moment justice if I tried to draw it, so here’s a short fic instead.

Stinging heat singed the hairs on their skin as the human frantically dodged bullet after bullet. The mercy button was gone. Shattered. The only way they knew out, gone. They couldn’t even flee.

What to do? What to do? Frantically, they tried first to ask their narrator about the king. That had helped them figure out ways to spare monsters before! Surely there was some way…

“Asgore. AT 80 DF 80.”

The human listened for more, but their companion was uncharacteristically silent. And then the bullets started raining once again and they had no choice but to dodge and dodge again. The human panted from the heat. Sweat ran down their face.

They couldn’t keep this up forever. They wiped their brow and as they did a bullet took them off-guard. They winced. They still had health. They didn’t need to heal yet.

Maybe they could talk to the king! Talking had worked before! …when it came to smaller monsters that didn’t even know they were human. This was the King of Monsters. Sans had told them that this wouldn’t be an easy fight. He’d told them that someone had to die. But they refused to believe that.

Asgore’s turn ended and the human made up their mind. Mercy was the only option. They gulped. “I… I don’t want to fight you,” they whispered.

Asgore must have heard them, because he trembled softly before swinging his staff down in orange and light blue arcs. They were getting through to him.

Once more, a little louder this time. “I don’t want to fight you.”

Asgore’s breath hitched. He didn’t want to fight them, did he? They could win this! They could show him that he didn’t need to hurt people! They’d free monsterkind through peace and they’d get out of here while they were at it!

In their excitement, they bumped into a fireball and winced again, rubbing the raw patch of skin on their arm.

“STOP fighting,” they told him firmly.

The king gasped and something flashed in his eyes. Something shifted. The attacks didn’t get any harder to dodge, but they got… softer. Kinder. Still deadly, but less so.

The human smiled at him. “Please. Stop fighting.” Now he would listen, and he would stop, and they could fix everything, and—

A bullet hit their soul, and they collapsed.

That wasn’t supposed to happen! They were supposed to save him! But he… he wouldn’t accept their mercy. He wouldn’t let them talk. They’d been warned, and they hadn’t listened, and…

The human approached Asgore again, and the battle began.

“You’ve killed me, once,” they stated.

The king gave them a nod. 

Over and over and over they tried to talk.

Over and over and over they died.

“You’ve killed me more times than I can count.”

The king gave them a nod.

Maybe the human was crying. They couldn’t tell. Any tears they let out evaporated from the sheer heat filling the room. They couldn’t breathe. There was nothing to do. No matter how much they ate or healed, eventually they ran out of items and everything repeated.

“What’ll you do when you meet a relentless killer? You’ll die and you’ll die and you’ll die. Until you tire of trying.”

Maybe that flower was right. Maybe they should just give up.

But no! They’d thought Undyne was a relentless killer too, but they’d gotten past her. And they’d find a way past Asgore. There was always a way.

From behind them, a voice spoke up. Their narrator. “Seems talking won’t do any more good. All you can do is FIGHT.”

“You can’t be serious. I can’t just—”

“All you can do is FIGHT.”

“But—”

“ALL you can do is FIGHT.”

“…”

The human gripped their weapon. They’d just… beat him up a little. It was okay. 

They took a swing. That… wasn’t much damage. This might be difficult.

Bullets rained from the heavens. Heat numbed the human’s senses, made it hard to tell even where anything was. Faintly, they heard the words “Asgore has low HP” behind them. But by the time they processed that sentence, the weapon had slashed and a massive number appeared before them as Asgore’s HP dropped to a number that shouldn’t have been that low. How long had they been..?

The mighty king had fallen. It had been that easy. Tears still evaporated off the human’s cheeks as they fell to their knees in shock.

It really had been either one or the other.

[tedthetalk]

Fucked up how people on the internet don’t get to grow. Especially if you’re a big youtuber or w/e, once you get called out for something it lives in peoples heads and that slip up sticks to you basically forever — and you can’t even take down the “evidence” because you’ll get accused of trying to hide things

[zkoh001]

Decided to make something more detailed.

[rosescries]

help it's been over a year since I've been here- all I saw was wet cat mc and buff mc before I left. hopefully you guys don't mind if I bring up a different type of mc from tsm, blank and mute mc. mc who pretty much has little to zero reaction to anything done to them. oh edge grips onto their arm a little too tightly? doesn't matter, they just keep making eye-contact with him until he lets go and off they go to tend to themselves and go about their day. but the plot twist is that mc is mute but they're never given the chance to sign out anything so they just...give up on communication. why bother communicating if they refuse to even listen? imagine if it's because Taylor never even mentioned them being mute tho. sorry for the long ask tho-

Oh, it's been a bit since wet cat and buff mc were brought up. Though I have no clue when that actually was.

Not a whole lot would change? They'd think it's a bit weird she's not reacting, but she's still listening so..... okay? They not really looking for a reaction out of her, they mainly just wanted her to stop doing the things they thought she was doing i.e. making a lot of messes, bringing strangers into the house (which they weren't actually caught all that often), and bothering Taylor. Otherwise they left her alone and she left them alone.

Mutt would tell them she's mute pretty early on, basically as soon as he learned she was, and they'd believe him. Despite her "reputation" there's no reason to fake being mute, so why wouldn't they believe it?

[themsource]

Had this thought of a Farmhorror combined AU, where there's a pesticide that corrupts the crops, infects monsters who eat them to the point they *have* to eat human meat to support a protein the virus needs or they break down.

Being made of magic monsters don't naturally have protien, but the virus that originated from the pesticide alters them, turns them more substantial similar to humans.

Plot twist this whole thing was intentional. Humans purposefully engineered this to get rid of monsters.

Since monsters had never been underground (which led to centuries more of tension) and there wasn't a way to seal them this was humanity's solution instead.

And there was no avoiding this even though people like the skele bros didn't like using pesticides Because cross pollination is just something you can't truely avoid in a closs knit farming community like the monsters had.

Vegetoids don't spit green viggies anymore but instead acid that can melt steel—so one major crop hub gone.

Oh and this effects humans too, if they eat of the tainted food they get their own version of the infection that robs them of their sight but allows them to sence magical energy, like a bat's sonar, and they get shortened lifespans.

Double edged sword >:D

Just a random AU thought!

[justali-anne]

Random idea: Sans' eye lights actually being contacts. Imagine him trying to take them out when he's threatening someone.

(At the MTT Resort)

Sans: that promise i made for her... you know what would've happened if she didn't say anything? buddy.

(Sans turns around and struggles to get his contacts out.)

Sans: hngh, hnnnnn, almost there, c'mon...

Frisk: -_-

Chara: What the--

[the-determined-daydream]

"Ah yes, the power of reset, a power I have only used once due to being afraid of my wife, Chara, killing me for doing it. Of course having your first time line be genocide kind of kills the whole curiosity angle of things."

*Her eyes turn sad again as she let's out a large sigh*

"I have done so many terrible things I wish I could forget. But my high LV is a constant reminder of the people I've hurt."

*A few tears begin to fall*

"I hate the fact that I'm a Daema."

There is so much Frisk wants to ask about, but as soon as they see the older Frisk cry, they immediately grab a few tissues and hand them to her.

"Please don't lose hope, my boyflow- my best friend has done regretfully terrible things and received a very high LV for it, but over the years of working on it...those high numbers have gone down, I don't know if it's partially because he regained his soul or if it's how my Universe works, but it's shown me that anything can be possible,"

"And...if it doesn't, then at least you still have the future to look forward to, good things tend to happen there sometimes,"

[thestrangestwatermelonofall]

The thought thag keeps me going right now is that Undertale's 9th anniversary is in 5 days, and that in one year it will be Undertale's 10th anniversary.

[golden-explosions-main]

ERROR: Unspecified timeline origin stated. Searching for nearest Sunshine Route Timeline. Searching... Searching... Located: Sunshine Route. TRANSFERRING [ * Slowly everything goes bright... ] [ * ... ] [ * Well it's your room again at least. The orange walling seems a bit colorfully redder but that's probably just the sight of regular color after that dreary room... right? ]

Now back in their human body, Frisk takes a moment to be relieved and happy, touching their face, arms, and torso.

Frisk: "Ahh! Hello again skin, bones, and blood!"

Once they settle down, Flowey speaks up.

Flowey: "Are you done celebrating?"

Frisk: "Yes,"

Flowey: "Good, because I need you to take a good look around, is it me, or does the bedroom look off but in a different way? Doesn't the paint seem way redder than usual?"

Frisk: "...It does...but we also just came from a sad soulless grey version of your bedroom, our eyes could just be readjusting,"

Flowey: "Perhaps, or perhaps we're not home yet,"

[pupmusebox]

Tag dump 8/?

{ Demon King and Dragon Royal - Gardonus } { Mysterious Demon and Distant Ancestor - Astaroth } { Older Half-Brother to a Human Exchange Student - Xavier } { Quiet Powerful Bird of Pride - Zephyr } { Fashionable Fellow and Aspiring Clothing Designer - Declan Crewel } { High Ranking and Odd Archangel - Michael } { Human with a Reincarnated Angel's Soul - Lilith } { Celtic Wolf and God of Light - Lugh } { Warrior Wolf Pup of a Celtic Wolf - Connla } { Beast That Calls the Moon - Lunala/Artemis } { Beast That Devours the Sun - Solgaleo/Apollo } { The Blinding One - Necrozma/Lux } { Lazy Bones Skeleton - Sans } { Robotic Soul and TV Star - Mettaton } { Spaghetti Maker Skeleton - Papyrus } { Odd Human From Above - Frisk } { Lightner of a Human - Kris } { Fastest Thing Alive - Sonic } { Two Tailed Prodigy - Tails } { Guardian of the Emerald - Knuckles } { Mastermind and Doctor Robotics - Eggman } { Treasure Hunter and Secret Agent - Rouge } { Ultimate Lifeform - Shadow } { Last of the E-Series - E-123/Omega } { Time Traveler with Psychic Powers - Silver } { Chaotix Detective Agency Boss - Victor } { Soulful and Stealthy Ninja - Espio } { Hyperactive Intuition - Charmy } { Diamond Ruler of Time - Dialga/Ruka } { Pearl Ruler of Space - Palkia/Rozovo }

[soul100]

No mercy ending in blind Chara au.

Fun Fact: Chara died not as a kid, but as a teenager (they died later then in original). That's why they taller then Frisk!

[carlyraejepsans]

charas good charas bad. I'm more in the boat: charas bad... however-

the idea of judging characters on a good-to-evil scale in undertale of all games is objectively stupid.

chara hurt. chara vengeful. chara impulsive and not thinking things through. chara maladjusted and suicidal and going too far. with their actions and with asriel's blind trust. chara with save powers like every other human who fell in the underground that eroded their sense of negative consequences for their actions. chara who then enforced those consequences all the more ruthlessly upon themself.

chara who gave up that power and stayed dead for a chance to save monsterkind. chara who could've rebelled to asriel and gone through with the plan, but didn't. chara whose hope for a better future for the monsters shone bright enough that asgore recognized it in frisk's eyes centuries later. chara who brought back that hope to an entire kingdom, and had that burden on their shoulders for the rest of their short life. asriel who, in the game's development, was supposed to be obsessed with the surface and the stars, and a chara who might have wanted their brother to see them for real.

but also, chara as the player's interface. chara as the quantification of our actions within the game, good and bad. chara the feeling of our stats going up. chara the ghost without a soul (just like flowey) who can't stop playing the game until you do. chara the mirror. chara and YOU.

not even our actions in the more violent routes are treated as mere "evil", cruelty or sadism within the game. they're explicitly treated as us going "too far". and because we can, we have to. not being able to quit. digging the ghost out of their tomb until it's too late.

...but sure. chara's "evil".

[ivymarquis]

Say You Won't Let Go

Last House on the Right

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 1.1k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Post Apocalypse!AU, Single Mom!verse, pregnant reader, mentions of pregnancy related eating issues + vomiting, Reader's got some separation issues. Fair warning this is so half baked I haven't even decided what kind of apocalypse it is, but somehow Ive got a whole plotline regardless.Same pairing as my fic Blind Date

Next Chapter

You can’t believe your luck. 

You’re not sure what exactly it was about this house in the dead of night that had you so transfixed, but your intuition has paid off in spades. 

The area’s been abandoned, to your knowledge leaving you the sole inhabitant meandering around. 

Or maybe waddling would be a more apt description.

Fear and uncertainty of the outside hurry you along into the house. Most everyone- the survivors- has splintered off into groups. There’s no evidence of anyone still living here (admittedly it’s not like you’ve taken the time to check every room, but there are signs when a house is inhabited), but you luck out that the cabinets haven’t been picked over. 

It’s been entirely too long since your last meal, and it takes a good amount of restraint to not devour the can of ravioli too quickly. 

As much as you’re tempted, you know there’s a fine line between what will and won’t have you immediately throwing up in the sink- grazing seems to keep the worst of the upset down.

There’s no hospitals to jaunt off to if you end up dehydrated. Excessive vomiting is not ideal post end of days.

If you were in your right mind- not frightened, isolated, starving, cold- and not focusing on how the unheated chef boyardee might as well be a five star michelin meal for all you can think right now, you might have been paying more attention.

The sound of a safety clicking off behind you freezes your blood far more than the cold. That sound is deliberate. Whoever’s behind you- gun pointed at you- wants you to know they got the jump on you.

“Hands where I can see them,” the order is gruffly barked at you.

You feel stupid. Of course all of this was too convenient for you to simply be catching a break. It wasn’t exactly well lit and designed to draw you in- but you’re an animal caught in a trap regardless.

The fork clatters against the counter next to the can as you go to comply.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

You’re not much of a threat in your current condition. That much is obvious.

Time stopped having any sort of tangible meaning a while ago. You should know how many weeks you are, but the days run together fending for yourself and you just know that you’re close. There’s no hiding the swell of your belly.

The man at the doorway looks as gruff as he sounds. Your mind spins like a tire in mud to process everything in front of you in the poor moonlight. Military, that much is obvious. You’re not actually sure if that’s a good thing. Handsome from what you can see, though historically your type has been men who don’t have a weapon leveled at you.

The taciturn expression on his face falters when he spots your bump, but you’ve learned by now to not expect any sort of special treatment.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize immediately. “I-I didn’t know anyone was here. I’ll leave, I swear.” 

He looks at you another moment before a look of resignation washes over him.

“Turn back around. Keep your hands up.” Oh God. Your mind immediately goes to the worst- That this man, for whatever reason, has decided that your infraction has signed your death warrant. That he can’t quite bring himself to fire on a pregnant woman staring him in the eyes, so the last thing you’re ever going to see is some tacky wallpaper and ugly cabinets.

You yelp when one of his hands finds the pistol on your hip. Holy shit you didn’t even hear him cross the room.

“Easy, love,” he soothes as he starts to frisk you for more weapons. “Not gonna hurt you. You have anything else on you?”

“A knife in my back pocket.” It doesn’t even occur to you to lie; putting yourself in his good graces is your only option and you can’t do that by lying.

His hands slip under your jacket, the hem oversized and hanging even with your arms up, making a wrong guess at the first pocket he checks before grabbing the knife out of the second one.

“Anyone going to come sniffing around looking for you?” A fair question, but one that sticks like a knife between your ribs.

The “No,” that escapes you is softer than you meant it to be, voice warbling as you try not to cry.

Hormones would have had you on the verge of tears at any given point, and that would have been before the end of the world and before your group abandoned you. You’re well entitled to your tears, you think, but try to stuff them back down anyway.

“You’re out here alone,” he grouses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you. The like this? is implied.

Your arms are still up, and they’re getting tired. Everything tires you out these days.

Like he can read your mind, he releases you with a “you can set your arms down now, love.”

“Thank you,” you’re in full fawn mode, turning to face him. While he’s clearly decided against killing you, you’ve been scared and alone for the past few days and you really don’t want to be separated from the only person who will give you the time of day right now. 

“Is there anyone else here? Other soldiers?” Your fate is sealed and lies in the soldier’s hands regardless of his answer.

Nothing with change, no matter what he says, but you think you’re less intimidated if it’s just the two of you. 

The world’s gone to hell in a handbasket, and yet you’ll never forget watching 28 days later when the line I promised them women was dropped.

“Got separated from my team.”

He turns away from you, gesturing to follow him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

He’s limping.

You haven’t seen him move until now. You’re more an expert on busted hardware than busted body parts, you can’t tell if it’s a fresh injury that’s still healing, or an old one that’s set in place.

“They left you.” They left me, too.

“They didn’t leave me for dead, they think I am dead. Gonna take a bit more than that to get the job done, though.” 

You have no reason not to believe him. Despite having just met him, the man is like a living manifestation of everything masculinity is supposed to be- down to the surly attitude despite him herding you further into the house. It doesn’t take much to figure out that he’s tough as nails and sure why not flirt in death’s face that her last attempt wasn’t good enough?

You sit on the couch he points to, as he settles into the leather chair across from you.

“Christ what’d I’d do for a fucking smoke right now,” he mumbles, pawing at his chest absent mindedly on reflex.

You mean to sit stiff as a board, but your body is tired and the couch is surprisingly comfortable.

The soldier, however, sits like he owns the house. “And now for the question of what to do with you.”