#c!tale sans

[ev7nescent]

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOOOOOOD--

He looks so pretty and elegant AAAAAHHHHH (⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)

THANK YOU SOOO MUCH ♥♥♥

A gift to : @wanderingthinks hope you love it.

[skeefee-sky]

not my usual post but, i was really happy when i made these two c:

a lil chrimmas Ink and Cross for me and my friend on PonyTown! :D hope I did their sweater designs justice - it's so hard to translate things into this game, i swear haha x'D

Game is: PonyTown !! Cross belongs to @jakei95 Ink belongs to @comyet These Christmas designs belong to @xpau-official / @kuuuuro :D

(pls do not copy these designs! they're my own interpretation of the characters, as ponies c:)

[dreamcrow]

i open the canvas. gonna stay on-task this time, right? right. gonna stick straight to working on the lines, definitely not get lost in coloring, DEFINITELY not going to start working on some kind of dreamlike tender romo moonlit vignette lighting when i still haven't even finished bellroc's accessories...

...right???

[ur-localcreature2023]

Ash dressed as sans.

[wolf-m-the-hybrid]

For those who don’t know I have an Undertale AU. It’s called Lost!Tale. I showed these on my YouTube channel without much explanation to it. Well now I want to explain a bit of my AU. Of course not too much.

Lost!Tale used to be a normal Undertale timeline. However one day it simply disappeared. Not by anything apart of the Undertale multiverse. It was instead caused by something outside of the Undertale multiverse. Lost!Tale suddenly appears with the monsters having strange appearances and powers. But many people don’t know that Lost!Tale exist. Some even believe that it never existed. But it is real, it’s just hard to find.

I wanted my AU to not interfere with other stuff that happens in the Undertale AU. It also has ties into my main sona, Wolf M’s, backstory. But I don’t want to spoil too much. So just take the designs and a small bit of lore. Names and designs might change. I don’t entirely know 😅. I hope that you guys have a good day or night!

[othertalearchive]

Othertale Masterpost

MISC:

The Tale Starts Here. (Appears to be an old animated comic.)

Forget Meme.

In watch order, according to superyoumna, but not chronological order:

Caring Short.

Before the Hack (part 1, animation.)

Experiment Short.

Comic then starts here.

IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER:

Experiment Short. (Before the events of Othertale or Undertale.)

Trailer. (Has some stuff from the moment Color absorbed the souls.)

In the Void, unclear when:

Brother & Sister.

Sneeze comic. (Dubious canon.)

Caring Short. (Possibly happens before or during the events of BtH pt1, uncertain.)

Need to be patient.

Not in the Void:

Before the Hack pt 1. (Animation.)

Before the Hack, 2. (Comic. Takes place after the animation.)

*What’s a Star? (Tagged ATH, appears to take place after BtH.)

DUBIOUS CANON: (must be drawn by superyoumna)

In a Relationship? (Color Spectrum Duo.)

The ‘-‘ Virus. (Color Spectrum Duo.)

A Sans Hazard page. / Another one.

Color, Cross & Epic (pt1). / Color, Cross, & Epic (pt2).

Uncle C.

The Stars (pt). / The Stars (pt 2).

Othertale meets Undertale Undyne.

A fake screenshot.

He is right there, right?

Color & Gaster meet Abyss. (In the Void!)

My Good Hotman. (Not canon at all, just here because of Mecha and Color interactions.)

COLOR SPECTRUM DUO/COLORKILLER: (by both superyoumna & rahafwabas.)

SAVE ME.

I won’t kill you.

“Where you go, I go” head ahh.

Something New Happened.

That Was a Real Pain in the Grass.

Killer trying to stab Abyss. / Almost killed Abyss.

Why not?

Nightmare destroying Colorkiller. / NM corrupting Color.

Meme.

Teach me to be a Good Person.

F3 Color Spectrum Duo.

E3 Color Spectrum Duo.

C2 Color Spectrum Duo.

Is Colorkiller canon? // Part 2. // Platonic Colorkiller is canon.

Stream Doodles.

Bruh <3~

Ship them.

Colorkiller ship kids.

Does Rahafwabas ship Killer with Sanses? / Does youmna ship CK?

More pain! <3

Another doodle. (Cross is here too.)

Color wouldn’t like it.

Killer leaves the Gang with Color.

The Killer on the somethingnew blog.

Killer’s new name?

Color & Nightmare.

another shipkid. // ship kid mentioned.

- 😏 👍

Killer & Color mention. // Part 2. // Part 3.

Color vs Killer & Murder & Error.

Further support for the ship.

Used for askblog?

Color & Killer as Finn & Jake.

Bromantic than romantic.

How they first met. (Is up to interpretation.)

Sitting with Cross.

Dividers here, here, and here.

{will be added on to.}

[lieutenantfloyd]

Top Gun: Maverick Fic Recs

Hey y'all! Here are 21 of my favorite TGM fanfics of all genres and ships, listed in no particular order.

Some of these fics are 18+ so read at your own risk. None of these works are mine and all credit goes to the amazing authors! <3

X READER

Safe Zone by @sunlightmurdock — (Series // Rooster and Hangman x reader)

A team of elite naval aviators holding down the fort at the North Island Air Base while they wait for reinforcements after a virus sweeps the continental U.S. - only, it’s been three months and no one has shown up.

Hold My Hand by @labyrinth-runner — (Series // Cyclone x Reader)

Jag! Reader is assigned to defend a pilot, finding the job to be more complicated than she thought.

Rooster’s Flight or a Manual for the Marooned by DontLetThemTakeYouAlive (Series // Rooster x Reader/OC)

"Rooster's Flight: A Manual for the Marooned" follows Madeline, a pastry chef escaping scandal in Amsterdam, and Bradley, a lost naval aviator stationed in Japan. Fate brings them to sunny San Diego, where their friendship blossoms amid career challenges and a clashing of characters. Madeline's culinary journey intertwines with Bradley's self-discovery, navigating love and loss.

Resilience, self-discovery, and the unpredictable paths of career and matters of the heart shape their narrative in this tale of second chances and unlikely connections.

Fine Piece by @dragon-kazansky (Series // Cyclone x Reader)

You have it bad for Vice Admiral Simpson. But to prove you’re fit for the job; you need to put that aside and focus on the flying.

Someone Special by @fanboygarcia (Oneshot // Cyclone x Reader)

What happens when the Dagger Squad catches on to the fact that known grump turned lovesick fool Admiral Simpson has someone special in his life?

Invisible String by @halfway-happyyy (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

the one where rooster’s about to leave on a mission he doesn’t know if he’ll be back from, and he wants you in every way imaginable. as always, soft feelings ensue! 

Do you wanna make somethin’ of it by @theharddeck (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

turns out, our favorite WSO has a side hustle, as quinn's favorite cowboy.

@bullet-prooflove's entire TGM masterlist

Everything she writes is outstanding, but the Beau x Ally fics (The First Time Series, The General Series, Deployment!Series, and Syria!Series) are something I think about literally everyday.

i don’t know, blame the air force? by @gretagerwigsmuse (Oneshot // Rooster x Reader)

in which lieutenant commander bradshaw feels his girlfriend’s wrath after she gets her year end bonus and uncle sam takes a pretty penny out of it

There Are Rules by @tongue-like-a-razor (Series // Maverick x Reader)

Your risky flying seriously pisses off your instructor at Top Gun and you're about to find out why.

Through the Hourglass by @bratshaws (Series // Rooster x OC)

Rooster x Plus Size OC!

Happy Birthday, Mr. President by @rhettabbotts (Oneshot // Bob x Reader)

after a hard week, the last thing bob wanted to do was attend his birthday party. so instead, he plays out one of his biggest fantasies with you.

Whoever's in Lemoore by @cherrycola27 (Oneshot // Bob x Reader)

A fic based on the Reba McEntire song "Whoever's in New England"

Angels Don't Always Have Wings by @bradshawssugarbaby (Series // Rooster x Reader)

a series of oneshots revolving around baseball player!Bradley Bradshaw x reader (nicknamed Angel)

Do I? by @bradshawssugarbaby (Oneshot // Cyclone x Reader)

Inspired by Do I? by Luke Bryan. (this fic was so good I had to go take a walk after reading it for the first time)

Road to Perdition by @sailor-aviator (Series // Hangman x Reader)

The Great Depression wasn't called a depression for nothing. Jobs were scarce, and the price of food and other necessities were rising higher and higher with each passing day. What little money you were able to make went straight to the bank and out of reach from your booze-swilling lech of a brother. It's on one such run that you come face to face with members of the infamous Dagger Gang; a group of, admittedly handsome, men who steal from the banks to hand it back out to the poor. You want nothing to do with them, but that blond-headed devil might just have something to say to the contrary. (1930s!Mobster!AU)

His Best Friend's Wedding by @ereardon (Series // Rooster x Reader)

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw has been your best friend for a decade. He’s also your fiancé’s best man. So when he shows up at your hotel room the night before your wedding, it’s just because he’s your friend, right? 

OTHER SHIPS

Mistaken Identity by @ladylanera — (TGM x Mission: Impossible crossover)

What should be a joyous homecoming quickly unravels after it's discovered a nefarious, unknown group has put a hit out on Captain Mitchell, mistaking the Navy captain for being a covert IMF operative by the name of Ethan Hunt who has an uncanny likeness to the captain for some reason. Enter a twisty web of lies that threaten the very existence of the family as we know it.

**Fic contains spoilers for Mission: Impossible Dead Reckoning Part One**

Flower Power by ReformedTsundere — (Icemav)

Flowers, Pete reminds himself, slamming the last of the books closed, are the worst.

New Chat Created: North Island Daggers by Comin2U — (gen fic)

Harvard: why Whatsapp and not just a basic text message? Hangman: because one of us has an android and ruins the ability to message with just internet. Coyote: Screw you too hangman. ________________________________ In which 12 daggers, the best of the best of naval aviators, are all a bunch of kids and thrown in a group chat.

come fly with me (let's fly, let's fly away) by GatheringBlue — (TGM x 9-1-1 Crossover)

It's a common misconception that Buck trained to be a Navy SEAL. For as long as he could remember, flying had been his dream. Most little kids wanted to be a firefighter or an astronaut, but Buck had always wanted to be a pilot. He wanted to fly far, far away from home, where his parents’ comments that might as well have been slaps for how badly they stung couldn’t get to him. Flying was his way out. His escape. If he was thousands of feet up in the sky, way up with the clouds, then his parents couldn’t touch him. No one could. When Buck got pulled from the reserves just after the lawsuit, it seemed like perfect timing. There was nothing left for him in LA. Not anymore. So, it looked like Buck was heading back to Top Gun.

[zuzuelectricbugaloo]

Anatopic Anachronism

Pairings: Sans/Sans, Eventual Crepic

Rating: Teen

Synopsis: Chaos Theory is in full swing: instead of creating Epictale Papyrus when Epic was in his twenties, Epictale Gaster grows impatient in ushering humanity's destruction and creates Packs when Epic is thirteen -- more than a decade earlier than canon -- and decides to implant the Eye into Epic at this age. The repercussions of this action will echo through time and space.

CW: Canonical child experimentation, child abuse, blood, intense violence near the end

Word Count: 5, 438

Chapter 1: A Butterfly Flapped Its Wings

A small carpet was laid on a concrete floor. It's decorated as a pixelated mimicry of the night sky from the Surface. Something Sans had been fascinated with after he’d learned about space and the stars above from their tales of the Surface, from movies and books he watched and read. Mew Mew had discovered it in the Dump during her latest excursion there and later offered the rug as a gift to Sans during the last ghost family movie night, knowing how little the brothers had and unable to do much for their situation but this. 

In the corner of the barren room was a single mattress with a blanket Lara had sewn. The Royal guardswoman had gifted that to the brothers to be sure they were no longer cold at night. It was made of soft, fluffy fleece, dyed a rich violet (Sans’s favorite color), and decorated with white butterflies.

When Sans had questioned why butterflies, because sure, he thought they were pretty, but didn’t have much attachment to them otherwise, her response had been, “For my dear nephew, as lovely as a butterfly,” Lara smiled kindly. “To remember that there is always beauty at the end of all pain.” 

Butterflies became his favorite insect after that.

The only other furniture besides the mattress was a small wooden cabinet. It contained books Sans had been gifted or borrowed from the library through one of his fa — his creator’s followers and a few toys he’d made for himself and his baby brother.

Resting atop the cabinet was a small, square device Napstablook had found from the Dump and helped patch up with Mettaton. The shy ghost had gifted the tiny pod and a set of custom headphones they’d designed for Sans for his birthday. It was full of music from the Surface, as well as a few original songs made by the ghost themself. 

The room was both a home and an enclosure, far too small and empty for one, let alone two, young monsters to cohabitate, and yet they did. 

Sans sat on the floor of their cell, Papyrus perched in his lap. Papyrus struggled with speech and writing, so their past few weeks together had been dedicated to practicing the alphabet after drawing and playing cards.

“Yeah, that’s it!” Sans praised, beaming along with the toddler when he finished coloring and tracing the letter ‘A’. “That’s ah, ah, apple! Good job sweetie. Now, can you show me “B”? How do you do buh?” 

The child concentrated, sockets narrowing in concentration as he meticulously traced Sans’s writing until he’d filled the line. Finished, he turned his skull to watch him expectantly and pointed. “Buh! Buh!”

“It is!” Sans agreed. “Now,” He wrote the next letter. “Can you do “C” for me?”

Papyrus quickly set to work, speeding down the line as fast as his tiny carpals could manage. 

When he finished, his efforts were recognized and commended. “Way to go superstar! Now, we’re gonna keep going, okay?”

It’s because he was cheered on and supported that Papyrus, albeit tired, nodded anyway, eyes sparkling determinedly. “Ah!”

“That’s right, and when we’re all done, we can play, okay?”

“Ah!”

And so the time went, Sans patiently waiting for his brother until he’d completed the entire alphabet down the page. As soon as the last “Z” was traced, Sans cheered, lauding Papyrus’s accomplishments with boisterous whoops and whistles. “You did it! Good job little brother!” 

He swooped in, hugging and rocking Papyrus tight as they celebrated. Papyrus babbled, cheerful nonsense quickly derailing to screeching giggles as Sans began to lift him and toss him into the air, catching him as he fell. 

“Who’s a hard-working little babybones? You are! Yes, you are! Good boy!”

Papyrus laughed, bright and sweet like a ringing bell. Sans’s grin was broad and happy, full of pride and adoration for his baby brother. “Now as promised, you wanna fly?”

Papyrus nodded, waving his arms so fast in anticipation that he nearly knocked himself over. “Yuh! Yuh!”

“Okay,” Sans’s eyes glowed soft sapphire, his magic thrumming to life. “Hold on tigh—” “Asset.”

He froze immediately. Blindsided, his magic flared too fast for him to hold back as he prioritized his brother over his control. He caught Papyrus and held him tight as his amorphous magic morphed into a bone attack that hurled itself at the source of his fear.

It was suddenly quiet, far too quiet, save for the ringing in his ear canals. Sans’s Soul pounded behind his ribs like the frantic beating of a small bird’s wings.

Terror was a thick wedge lodged in his throat that he couldn’t swallow back. His arms trembled but his hold remained firm on Papyrus as he met his creator’s annoyed frown. 

Mettaton stood behind him and to the side, arms crossed respectfully behind his back. His glasses were his mask and revealed nothing about what this unexpected interruption would entail. The robot waited silently. Sans’s eyes fluttered from him to Gaster and back before finally settling on the royal scientist.

Gaster had caught the bone attack in his hand and stared, unimpressed, at the tiny bone trapped in his gloved hand. “All that training,” Gaster’s grip tightened, easily crushing the bone to dust that he let fall to the floor. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a disappointed sigh. “And your magic is still this weak.”

The guilt of his constant inadequacy and this latest failure stung, roiling his nonexistent gut. “I’m sorry sir.”

At least he remembered this lesson: never call Gaster father, only when princess Toriel  and or her companions were present was he allowed that privilege.  

Gaster nodded approvingly. “Do better. Now,” Gaster beckoned, curling his expectantly. “Come here, Sans.”

Mettaton held out his arms.

Apprehension was serpents slithering over his bones, coiling tight around his body and weighing down his limbs. Tightening his false throat, but he’d learned to breathe through the pain, and nodded, obediently crossing the room to hand Papyrus over to Mettaton it would be okay, Metta would keep him as safe as he could and stood respectfully before his creator.

He waited, keeping his skull bowed in deference. He knew to expect something, and even with that forethought, he tensed when Gaster’s hand cupped his jaw and lifted his head to stare into his eyes.

The older skeleton bent at the waist to meet Sans’s height. Gaster’s grip on Sans’s mandible was tight, but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the experiments he’d conducted on his Soul, so Sans held still. Keeping his discomfort silent as he obediently remained in place. His Soul pounded in his chest as his fa— his creator inspected him. 

He tilted Sans’s skull slowly, his eyelights burning into his own. 

Sans swallowed, the sound deafening in his mind. Unable to handle the sole focus of those cold eyes, he shifted his orbs to the side. His eyes flickered off the side to Mettaton. Papyrus was cradled in his arms, his arms gripping the lapels of Mettaton’s coat as he watched in concern as Sans was trapped observed.

Sans met Mettaton’s optics, his true emotions concealed within his glasses.

“Look at me, Asset.”

He knew better than to disobey. 

His eyelights immediately returned to Gaster. “Y-yes, sir?” He tried not to move, but when Gaster brought his hand into view Sans flinched. His Soul battered his ribs. He expected a sudden attack, a precipitated assault to test his physical endurance and STATS or a punishment for a failure or act of disobedience his mind simply couldn’t ascertain in this moment of ice-cold terror—

Instead, Gaster simply traced the rims of his sockets with his gloved thumbs, surprising both himself and his robotic friend inspector. “Sir?” Mettaton dared to question. 

Sans dared not move. 

Another eternity seemed to pass before Gaster seemingly found whatever he’d been searching for, nodding to himself as he let go of Sans and returned to his full height. “It will do.” 

Sans flinched when his gloved hand patted the top of his skull. “You may resume your leisurely activities. I’ve decided your brother’s analysis is not needed at this moment.”

Small, breathless relief. A small mercy, but a beggar could never be a chooser. “Thank you, sir. But, why?” 

Sans was grateful, and he knew Gaster’s temperament could change, but if he could know how to keep Gaster from needing to experiment on Papyrus, he would do it in a Soulbeat. 

Carefully, he asked, “What made you change your mind?”

Gaster’s mouth quirked in a smile that was anything but comforting. Cold shivers trailed down Sans’s spine. “I have a use of you that Papyrus cannot fulfill at the moment.”

He turned, an arm clasped to his back as he waved.

“You are dismissed from your duties for the evening, Mettaton.” 

The robot bowed his head. “Thank you, Sir.”

“And you may resume your leisurely activities for the night until Soul analysis in the morning, Sans.”

“Yes, sir.”

Both the robot and skeleton didn’t require air to survive, yet they held obsolete breaths and did not gasp for air until long after the royal scientist had left the room. 

Sans’s extremities trembled, his Soulbeat still wild from his upset nerves. He reached out to Mettaton and gratefully accepted Papyrus as the toddler all but launched himself into his brother’s arms. Sans held Papyrus tight, squeezing him as carefully as he could as he tried to calm the upset infant and ease his frightened self. 

“Sh, sh, it’s okay sweetie, it’s okay.” “Muhmuh! Muhmuh!”

“No experiments tonight for me,” Sans promised. He kissed his brother’s foreskull and soothingly rubbed the back of his onesie. “Okay?”

Papyrus sniffled, mind far too young to truly comprehend their situation, but was upset his brother was upset. He clung to Sans, rubbing his crying face into his chest as Sans soothed him.

Sans tilted his gaze back to Mettaton. “Any ideas what that was about?”

He shrugged, expression blank, almost a successful, unfeeling mask of cold indifference.

But Sans’s survival had hinged on discerning the hidden. Had learned to find what was hidden from sight. He knew from the tension riddling the robot’s broad shoulders and the way his mouth pursed that he’d been just as unsettled as Sans.

Truthfully, Mettaton answered. “I don’t know.” He pushed his glasses up his nasal ridge. “It may have been an impromptu health inspection, it wouldn’t be the first.”

Gaster had always been odd, his treatment of Sans no outlier from his usual discompassionate behavior. He’d torn into Sans’s very Soul before, had stuck his bones with wires and metallic prods to see how dust and magic given sentience functioned, to increase his unusually low STATS to no avail. 

Still, the way Gaster had stared at his eyes, observing the glow of his eyelights…

Mettaton often felt that trying to read his superior was like trying to decipher an amorphous painting of a jagged puzzle. Whatever his true machinations, they would remain an enigma, knowable only to the royal scientist himself.

He ignored the dread that pooled in his gut and instead stood sentry quietly, staring into the cell and noting the activities of the young skeletons as they played together. 

He was likely worrying for naught. After all, they were merely children. They were far too young for any fully lethal inquisitions. It was a minor comfort, but it was all Mettaton had. This was his penance for becoming unwittingly attached to the babybones.

Everything would be fine. 

…Right?

The way Gaster’s eyes had watched Sans would not leave his mind. Like the boy was something for him to prod, to tear him apart piece by piece and see how every part of him worked. As though the child was a piece of metal to sink his claws into and rip and slice until he was so broken the doctor had to put him back together again and not a sentient monster.

Mettaton decided to stay later than usual.

Something made the robot stay, even as Blooky called him and asked if he’d be home soon. He couldn’t explain the feeling, that he was missing something important. That something was happening. A crucial piece of a puzzle, the final clue to an unsolved riddle. 

Papyrus shifted in his sleep. He turned on his side and yawned. The sight was made more adorable with his unformed mandible as he nuzzled into his blanket. The butterflies Lara had sewn shifted with his movement, meeting Mettaton’s gaze. Sans sat beside him on the bed, not quite ready for sleep. He patted the babybones’s back, rubbing softly until Papyrus’s squirming stilled and he slept calmly once more.

Mettaton stayed even as most of the followers began to leave for their homes. 

His auditory processors picked up movement down the hall. Mettaton turned to the direction of the sound and watched as a follower went into the lab. The Doctor requested Sans’s presence. 

He and Sans shared a look.

Sans gently stroked the top of Papyrus’s skull. He leaned down, kissing the top of his head, and kissed him goodnight, promising he’d return. 

He trailed behind the follower, the cuffs of his pyjama bottoms (one of three of the only clothes he had) scuffing against the floor. His eyes never left Mettaton’s, even as they flickered pointedly to Papyrus’s slumbering form. Not until Mettaton subtly titled his head in a brisk nod Sans returned. 

And then he was gone. 

Mettaton never possessed lungs, not even when he was incorporeal. And yet as the minutes ticked by, he felt as though the metaphysical organs were squeezed tight to steal breath the robot never needed. He waited, counting down the time that passed in his central unit processor. 

Five minutes passed. 

Then ten. 

Twenty. 

At the half-hour mark, his internal fans had blasted on. His nerves were overheating his internal systems as his power dampener worked overtime.

When Mettaton considered risking a trip to the lab, hiding Papyrus away in the compact storage unit of his abdomen, Sans returned. 

Tension riddling his robotic frame eased as his shoulders fell. His optics scanned the young skeleton as he approached the cell the room.

His STATS remained the same, HP troublingly still 1 but otherwise no detected damage to his Soul—

Both his palms were now hollowed.

Sans quirked his mouth to a half-grin as he entered the room, the door closing shut behind him. The rims of his sockets were lined with unshed tears. “Hey Metta. ‘S all good. Turns out he needed my other hand for a project, ‘s’all.” 

Mettaton’s mouth opened and closed. Everything was blank. Muted. Numb. 

Dampened by his glasses siphoning away the emotions as they surged. 

“I…see. Did he mention what project it was?”

“To be the base of a weapon, I think? Something for the Barrier.” Exhaustion riddled the boy’s body, but his smile was small and relieved and belonged to someone with far more years than a young face. “Not for another skeleton.”

Relief returned breath he didn’t need, Soul feeling so much lighter than it had in the last few hours.

“That’s something.” Papyrus hadn’t been hurt as Sans had, but both knew there was only so much one could do to delay the inevitable. 

Papyrus was a blessing, made Sans so happy and life a little less awful, but Sans hated the thought of another skeleton being ushered into creation to suffer the same awful fate as his. Mettaton knew the same. Sans nodded, agreeing in this unspoken truth. “Yeah.” 

Mettaton didn’t say anything else.

No words would — could — have helped, anyway. 

Sans crawled into the bed and hugged Papyrus tight. The baby curled into his chest, resting his skull into the crook of the young teenager’s neck. “Night, Metta.”

“...Goodnight, Sans.”

Mettaton left the two brothers behind, night finally concluded. 

And still, the unsettling feeling remained.

⏮ ﹏﹏﹏﹏ ✬ ﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⏭

A butterfly perches, settling itself comfortably onto a lilac stalk. It is worn and tired, its body weak from exertion, but now, after a long journey, it has earned its moment of repose.

Curling its tongue through tickling pollen, it drinks, every drop of saccharine nectar that trickles into its mouth and down its throat tangible rejuvenation. Soothing away its pains and aches until it had its fill. 

Hunger appeased, its antennae curl in slaked delight.

Glittering wings sparkle beneath the midday sun. Every beautiful pattern is adorned with such intricate detail that its patterns are art given life, its colors painted onto a canvas made of love. 

Among a field of lilacs, atop a lavender flower, the butterfly flaps its wings.

Elsewhere, shrouded in darkness, a vengeful man poisoned by grief tainted–hate, loomed before a series of complex machinery in a hidden laboratory. Screens illuminated his stony complexion, shadows ominously highlighting contoured bone as eyes without soul light stared at a series of repeating numbers.

His stare was empty, celebrations unknown to his robotic colleague that stood off to his side. The room they're in is lit only by the screens above them, monitors casting an unnatural light on themselves and their immediate surroundings. 

The innocuous numerical arrays reflected a series of findings all concluding the same frustratingly inconclusive answer. Where certainty in a single definitive answer for their findings was the desired outcome, what was instead presented was the same frustrating, indubitable truth: they all lived in their future tomb.

Only a source of power equipollent to seven human Souls could eradicate the barrier that entrapped monsterkind. Despite the magic that powered them and formed their bodies, despite all their talents and unique manas diversified in unique gifts per species, monsters were powerless against the Barrier. Not even all the Souls of the Underground amalgamated could ravage it.

The silence was deafening. His Soul encased in involute machinery felt colder, heavier, far more compressed and suffocated by the stifling gravity that surrounded the taller monster than the metal body the robot possessed.

A picture of a mere child the Asset captioned by lines of code stares back at them through the largest monitor.

The longer the uncomfortable silence dragged, the more Mettaton's synthetic flesh prickled the longer his optics watched Gaster's shadowed complexion stare at Sa—the Asset—

Mettaton pushed his spectacles further up his nasal ridge, the itching sensation buzzing over his synthetic skin quickly facilitating a minor discomfort as the disguised power dampener siphoned his emotions.

“Mettaton.”

His Soul jumped in surprise at the abrupt sound of his name following such a prolonged moment of disquiet. 

“Yes Doctor?” Monotone, Gaster drawled, "What is the Barrier?"

...Huh?

Mettaton blinked. "Pardon?"

"What is the Barrier?" Gaster repeated. His eyes remain unmoved from the screen.

Uncertain of what the Doctor’s end goals were, Mettaton answered what they both knew all too well. “The metaphysical spheroid boundary encapsulating the entirety of the Underground.”

“And what created the Barrier?” “Seven human mages during the Monster-Human War. Sir, my apologies, but what—” “And what is more powerful than a barrier?”

Dubious of his colleague’s intentions in this unusual line of questioning, Mettaton frowned as he resumed his explanation. “The only current known method of destroying the Barrier is—”

“—No,” Gaster interrupted. “Not the Barrier. A barrier. How would you go about obliterating the single most infuriating obstacle in your way? Something that requires a sheer level of power you don’t possess?” “Use something nigh omnipotent to compete with its caliber, perhaps?”

“Indeed.” 

Soft and dull, Gaster’s gloved digits type on his keyboard. The dulled tap tap taps joined the ambiance of internal fans cooling heated metal as Mettaton watched new schematics appear on the monitor beside the Asset. His optics could zoom in and enhance the imagery his current perceptive limits provided, but wi—

“Have I ever told you of the Void?” Mettaton shook his head. “Not that I can recall, Doctor.” 

“The Void is a parallel dimension to our own, inaccessible save for minute distortions in time.” “Ah, so, there are holes in this Void?” “Yes, where creatures could travel between dimensions.” 

“Hypothetically, of course.” Gaster merely hummed. His eyelights were far too knowing, glowing with something Mettaton couldn’t name but the mere view of those searing orbs sent shivers down his spine. “Yes, of course.”

Gaster resumed his typing. “Existing as a dimension outside of reality, think of the possibilities. Why worry about the rules of the Barrier when the Void operates contrariwise to reality and the very laws it had enforced for itself and all that live within it?”

“I’m afraid I’m not following, sir.” “Why waste our efforts on building a power source to destroy the Barrier…when we can simply channel a far more powerful source that’s already in existence?” A definitive ding, and suddenly, holographs floated above them both, surrounding the skeleton and android monsters. Mettaton’s eyelights flew from the schematics to his gesticulating boss. 

“Harness the Void, and we might not need to destroy the Barrier. We might even be able to move the Underground right out of it.”

“It…It sounds too good to be true,” Mettaton replied carefully. His wiring thrummed with nervous mana. His thoughts were slowly connecting, the picture Gaster was painting just out of reach, but the more he heard, the more it slowly came together, and the more inexplicable dread made his Soul run cold. 

“I’ve studied the Void, and while direct access to it would lead to shattering across time and space, with a proper channel in place, the Void can be managed. Harnessed.” Gaster’s face contorted, his permasmile widening impossibly, his eyelights smoldering in fanatical intensity. “We can control the intangible made tangible; manipulate the ether to our very needs.”

A butterfly perched atop a lilac stalk flutters its wings. 

“And what better channel is there than a vessel?” A holograph containing the picture of a young skeleton monster with lifeless eyes stared back at them. He hadn’t been present the day the picture was taken. He’d only been an assistant then. That day, he had been relegated to janitorial duties when Sans’s Soul was opened not for the last time but was for the first time directly transfused with the essence of other monsters’.

Mettaton had been deep in the royal scientist’s office, several floors away from the lab, and could still hear the young boy’s scream as clear as day. 

No matter how much he forced his glasses on, had forcefully shut down his processing systems for stasis, the sound still haunted his auditory processors. Those eyes after had never been the same, had never shined as bright with the innocence of youth that Papyrus's still held.

Even when Gaster had cored the center of Sans’s palm to create Papyrus, the boy had not made a sound. Had only winced with eyes glistening with unshed tears. Yet he did not cry, had not sobbed.

All at once, everything connected. The tests Gaster had conducted on Sans’s Soul, the experiments on his mana, on his intellect, why he had cored Sans’s other palm the past week.

 “Hey, Metta. ‘S all good. Turns out he needed my other hand for a project, ‘s’all.” 

“I…see. Did he mention what project it was?”

“To be the base of a weapon, I think? Something for the Barrier.” Exhaustion riddled the boy’s body, but his smile was small and relieved and belonged to someone with far more years than a young face. “Not for another skeleton.”

Blueprints of an organ, of an eye, stare back at him.

The final picture painted the portrait of a child created with no other purpose but to fulfill the needs and aspirations of others glowed forebodingly in the dimly lit room.

A half-truth. Sans’s recently hollowed palm hadn’t been for the creation of another skeleton. 

It had been for the transformation of one already created.

Mettaton gaped. “I — you don’t mean…?” He trailed off. Hoping to the stars above that he was wrong, that it was so much worse in his mind than in reality.

Gaster continued, “I can start the procedure as early as tomorrow.” As if he was talking about something as asinine as the weather and not plans for mutilating a child’s body.  “Interestingly enough, Papyrus was born with the schematics in his Code for his Eye and so has one naturally.”

“Sir.”

“I’ve had the blueprints for the Eyes for quite some time,” Gaster admitted, “but hadn’t tried encoding them into Sans during his Souling phase. I thought it would be best to wait, that there would be a higher success rate in development should the Code be added post-production.” 

“Sir, I—”

“It could explain the variation between the two subjects. Papyrus’s STATS are far more impressive than Sans’s when he was his age, and yet his intellect is nowhere near as advanced as Sans’s had been and is.” 

“Doctor—”

Gaster tapped his chin in thought. “Hmmm. Yes. Perhaps early Coding the Eye into Papyrus is what impaired his mental development while conversely advancing his mana and physical body development. It would also explain how Papyrus holds no source code for blasters, unlike Sans, who possesses that along with our skeletal subspecies’ code for teleportation.”

The skeleton waved his arms, shifting holographs to the side and fixing his notes. “All the better now that the Code has been edited and perfected. Sans is sure to gain some if not most control over the Void once the channel is implanted—”

Having had enough, Mettaton yelled, “Dr. Gaster!”

Gaster paused, brow quirking in surprise. “Yes?” He indulged Mettaton’s outburst.

Mettaton’s glasses slipped, resting in the middle of his nasal ridge as he pleaded emphatically. “Sir, Sans is a mere child! His mana network is underdeveloped at thirteen years old, who knows what devastating consequences this could have on him, let alone on his mind — !” 

Gaster waved his hand dismissively. “If you are concerned with numbers, I’ve already run through the probabilities. Risk assessment yielded a measly 5% chance of dusting upon insertion and an insignificant 1% chance of falling down after the transplantation adjustment period—” 

“Sir, please!” Sans’s mana was so weak, there was no way he would survive without irreversible damage to his mind. He held only 1 HP, the lowest of any monster, the lowest Mettaton had ever seen throughout his centuries of life. “If this project is so urgent, why not perform it on one whose magics are already fully developed, on an adult containing abundant reserves?!”

“The Asset was built for this very purpose. His body was crafted to be an avatar. Any one else save perhaps myself would have their Code overrun with viruses until it deleted itself and they dusted.”

Mettaton’s glasses continued to slowly descend, the robot’s distress mounting.

“His chosen identity was admittedly a surprise, but in the end a negligible variable with no consequence of import—”

“Do you hear yourself?! Sans is a child, not some puppet for you to commandeer! His mind and body will break from channeling such a vast source of magic, let alone the strain of conducting an entire dimension—!”

“I would carry it myself, but it needs to acclimate to a host first before I can use it,” Gaster explained, unperturbed. “And once more, I was not created for this purpose. Sans was.”

Mettaton’s glasses clattered to the floor. 

He exploded, stalking towards the skeleton and extending his legs’ cables until he matched the surprised doctor’s height. “Even if Sans survives, you are hinging his mental stability and development on what?! On a gamble to control something you barely understand and was never meant to be manipulated!”

Gaster narrowed his sockets. “Watch yourself, Mettaton.” 

He disregarded the warning. Haunted eyes, an agonized scream, a young boy so used to discomfort he didn’t cry when his hands were mutilated—

“Your hubris is unmatched! Risking a life — a child’s life — as a power ploy to satisfy your goddamned ego in the name of monsterkind!” He ranted, internal fans on overdrive as he boiled with outrage and despair.

“I had hoped you would’ve gained some compassion for your son, now sons, after self-reflection in your mourning, but it seems all Moopy’s death has done is make you even more of a heartless bastard—!”

An abrupt squeezing sensation around his Soul was the only warning he had before gravity magic surrounded his form and threw him into the wall. 

It was made of steel and concrete and didn’t create a single crack as Mettaton’s metal bent and broke upon impact. He couldn’t get up, didn’t have time to before Gaster was on him. 

His eyelights were extinguished, his face blurring as Mettaton was grabbed by the throat and slammed repeatedly onto the floor. 

Stars burst in his vision.

Mettaton couldn’t summon his magic in defense and wasn’t spared the chance. 

Gaster threw him to the concrete by his neck, slamming his skull onto the concrete with so much concussive force his synthetic skin peeled away with every blow.

The royal scientist trembled, enraged, wide mouth parted in a vicious snarl as he broke Mettaton bit by bit. His seething words accompanied every blow. 

“NEVER.”

“SPEAK.”

“HER.”

“NAME.”

Mettaton choked. 

The attack had ceased but Gaster’s grip around his throat did not lessen. 

Blood pooled out his mouth. Broken wires sparked and leaked life essence. 

Gaster’s muscular form shook as he crouched above Mettaton, holding him down, daring him to shove him off as he pressed him into the ground. Mettaton couldn’t move him if he tried. 

“If you ever, ever, dare to say her name again,” Gaster breathed, “or use her memory against me,” Every whispered word dripped with venom. Cruel Intent so potent it physically poisoned the robot, curling deep into his wires and sinking into his Soul. 

“I will have you and your family join your deceased clan in death. Repeating history and dying the same death by intangibly crossing the Barrier. Do I make myself clear, ghost?”

Mettaton’s jaw had been destroyed. His speaker was all he had to project his voice through damaged vocals. 

“Ye-e-e-e-s-s,” he rasped.

“Yes, what?”

His laborious breaths staggered, gargling on blood. “Ye-e-e-e-s-s, D-d-d-oct-o-o-or Ga-sss-te-ee-r.”

The skeleton let go, throwing him to the side. 

Mettaton lay in a crumpled heap. Unmoving.

Gaster stood to his full height. He sneered down at the beaten robot. 

He fixed his loosened tie and then patted down his disheveled coat. Without looking behind him, he called out to his uninvited spectator.  

Or should he say, specter?

“Napstablook.”

The ghost peeked out from their hiding spot behind a monitor. Their floating form trembled. “Y-yes?”

“You’re here to pick up your cousin to take home, are you not?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then do so.” Gaster noticed the right side of Mettaton’s face had peeled off. He placed it beneath his shoe and crushed the injured side until it caved in. Napstablook whimpered behind him. “Inform him once he’s recovered that he will not be allowed to return to work until he’s fixed himself up.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. He strode out of the lab to retreat to his private quarters for the night. 

Napstablook waited until they were certain he was gone before they zoomed over to their cousin. Their fallen tears floated in the air as they sobbed and nuzzled their cousin’s face. “Mettaton! Mettaton, are you okay?!”

Mettaton couldn’t move. Speaking itself was a herculean effort. But he had to comfort his frightened family. “N-e-e-eeeeed r-e-eeeeee-epa—a–rs.”

Lara and Mad Mew Mew would be startled to see him in this state, he thought idly. But at least then Mew Mew wouldn’t demand he spar with her for a little while.

Napstablook wasted no time. 

Magic surrounded his body, cold and familiar and soothing and safe. Mettaton didn’t protest when Napstablook made him float, turning him intangible and quickly flying the both of them out of the lab and home as fast as he could. 

Mettaton’s optics were damaged, but not blinded. He recognized that cell even when errors and hazard signs flooded his sight. 

Without his glasses, his guilt and regret poured out of his eyes. His tears fell, joining drops of his spilled blood on the floor. His sorrow was a deep ache in his Soul as he closed his eyes, the skeletons’ room growing farther out of sight.

I’m sorry, Sans. 

Mettaton cried, acid tears burning his broken metal body. I can’t stop this. I can’t even be there to offer you comfort when it happens. 

I’m sorry.

His glasses lay on the concrete, surrounded by blood, dust, and broken metal.

Oblivious, two young brothers slumbered peacefully, unaware of the events that had transpired. 

Unaware that this would be the night before their lives changed forevermore.

Far away, in a peaceful field of lilacs, a butterfly flapped its wings.

Credit to @fisheebonez for the amazing cover art for this fic! Please go and commission him if you can so you can ^v^

[leavemebetosleep]

do you have any good fluttercord fic recs?

OH BOY DO I. In no particular order (except of when I thought of them):

1: Non-Entity by Captain Wuzz: An AU in which, instead of being turned to stone, Discord was shot in the head with a magic arrow that takes away his sentience and magic for a 1,000 years. Fluttershy mistakes him for a wounded animal and brings him home. I loved it so much.

2: Chaotic Neutral by C-Puff: The magic is starting to fade from Equestria, and the Main 6 and Discord go on an adventure to find out why, and reverse it. A bit of AU, in the sense it was written before the show was done, so it diverts in some places because of that. Super sweet, and I love the character development here.

3: Time is Taller than Space is Wide by Dott. Can also be read on Ao3 if you prefer. Soulmate AU (?) fic with a Groundhog Day style twist. I rarely see fics play with the idea of what if Fluttershy and Discord's friendship had started when they first met, so this is fun.

4 & 5: Blank and it's sequel Reconnection by @geekcat. Can also be read on fanfic.net. AU in which, before Discord can choose friendship over ruling Equestria, Twilight remembers a "reformation" spell. He is stripped of his free will, and Fluttershy does her best to bring him back. If you don't like the idea of Twilight being a villain, you might not like this one, but I think her villain arc in this is done in a perfect way for her character. It's super heart wrenching in many places, but in a good way.

6: Our Fair Lady of the Chaos Lord, also by GeekCat Can also be read on fanfic.net. Fairy tale inspired AU in which Fluttershy is a princess who's father is pressuring her to marry noble knight Sir Big Mac. Wanting to be sure he's a good person, she makes a deal with the Chaos Lord, letting herself be "kidnapped" so she can test his character. You can guess who she falls for instead. Honestly I've enjoyed all of GeekCat's fics, so they're getting an extra mention. Check out the rest of their fluttercord fics if you like any of these.

7: The Draconequus with the Dragon Tattoo by A M Shark This is a major case of, strange premise, kick ass results. Basically an AU based off Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Steig Larsson, with Discord as Lisbeth, and Fluttershy as an amalgamation of Mikael and several other characters, but focusing more on the murder mystery aspect of that book, and less on the...everything else. If you're familiar with GwtDT, don't worry, there's no rape scenes. Again, it's more about the murder mystery part. If you're not familiar with GwtDT, then don't worry again, because you don't need to know the original to enjoy it. It's just Discord and Fluttershy playing detective and solving a murder together. It has two sequels, but I haven't read them yet, and it didn't feel right to rec something I haven't read.

8: The Corpse Bride by Bad Horse. Dark fic. No relation to the Burton movie. Fluttershy dies in a tragic accident, and Discord brings her back from the dead as his zombie wife. Her friends (sans Pinkie) are horrified. Has a fantastic twist ending. If you like some of the darker stuff, def worth a read.

Bonus: Comic rec: The Last Adventure by Eveeka. Taking place after the final defeat of Tirek, Cozy, and Chrysalis, Discord gets into a depressive funk after shouldering the hatred from Ponyville citizens for his latest actions, but also because his friends seem to never be available anymore. He starts to think maybe Equestria would be better off without him, as he can't seem to exist with out making everyone miserable, and decides to hide away in the Everfree forest. Fluttershy, worried when he doesn't show up for tea, asks her friends for help, only to discover there's a monster running lose there he and the rest of Equestria might be in danger from. This fic has two endings, so keep reading even when it seems like it's over. You've got one more ending left. This one nearly made me cry.

[lawlia-art]

☣ THE LAST TALE (TLT) ☣

TRIGGER WARNING: blood, body horror ⚠

This AU is a crossover between Undertale and The Last Of Us. In this universe there was no war, Humans and Monsters live in peace and magic doesn't exist.

Frisk is an abandoned child who was adopted by Toriel. She's very close to Sans and Papyrus, they were the ones who took care of her when Toriel was busy.

2013 - Start of the epidemic

One day, when Frisk was coming home from school, her mother attacked her, she wasn't in her normal state, she was... infected. Sans saved Frisk and he killed Toriel.. With Papyrus, they left the city, their cell phone had no more battery and they have no news from their friends. Six months later, they came across several hordes of infected. They managed to escape but Sans and Papyrus were bitten..

Frisk had to continue her journey alone to find a quarantine area.. She joined the FEDRA and trained to become a soldier.

4 years later, Frisk saw Sans and Papyrus again, Frisk thought they were dead but no... they had become... clickers...

TheLastTale (c) LawliaArt Undertale (c) Toby Fox The Last Of Us (c) Neil Druckmann

[fromthedust]

portrayals of bats in the 20th & 21st centuries

Bat Cabaret Sign - France - wrought iron, rolled iron, carved and embossed, green glass

pair of bats - ivory seal - China

Rene Lalique (French, 1860-1945) - bat brooch - 1900

bat design - Bijutsukai (Art World) - vol. 2 - 1901-1902

Rene Lalique (French, 1860-1945) - bat ring - 1901

Rene Lalique (French, 1860-1945) - bat pendant - 1901

Ferdinand Erhart (French, active 1891-1933) - Bat Belt Buckle - cast silver, carved and oxidized - 1908

Bat Brooch - France - c.1908

Henri Husson (French, 1852-1933) - Cup with Bat - c.1909

Ohara Koson (Japanese, 1877-1945) - Bats In Moonlight - c.1910

Harrison Cady (American, 1877-1970) - illustration for Mother West Wind Why Stories by Thornton Burgess - 1915

John Buckland Wright (British, 1897-1954) - illustration for Le Sphinx by Iwan Gilkin - 1919

Heinrich Kley (German, 1863-1945) - illustration for Der Orchideengarten (The Orchid Garden) - 1919

Bats and Crescent Moon - incense box - Japan - early 20th century

Weird Tales - October 1933

Black Bat Firecrackers

Edward Gorey (American, 1925-2000) - Bat & Ballerina - pin - New York City Ballet - c.1970s

Edward Gorey (American, 1925-2000) - Bats & Bicycles stencil illustration from The Broken Spoke - 1976

Edward Gorey (American, 1925-2000) - cover illustration for A Clutch of Vampires by Raymond T. McNally

Three of Bats - Tarot Card - 1996

Richard Cooluris (American, working in San Francisco) - Perseus and the Bat - mixed media painting on wood panel - 2016

Yegor Smirnov (working in Montreal) - Bat Ring - 3d-printed and casted in silver - 2016

Stephanie Inagaki (working in Los Angeles) - Trinity - charcoal & gold foil

Adam Binder (British, b.1970) - Bats - carved ebony & carved ivory

Wayan Tuges (luthier working in Indonesia) - Raised by Bats - Commemorative custom Blueberry guitar for Aurelio Voltair - 2020

[ev7nescent]

The art I never posted despite taking funky pics of them in a random order since I can't be bothered to arrange them [there's loads more but I haven't taken photos of them yet HSTDUGIGIYF]

Oh and here's a ref of CorruptTale (C!Tale) Sans I updated because the past design was hideous

@chongkychonk / @chongkychonk-2 @grungepuppet Thought I'd let you guys know :3

[macrocest]

104 Works in 71 Fandoms in Macrocest Bingo: Winter 2024 Edition so far!

Yesterday was the soft deadline for this edition of Macrocest Bingo, so to celebrate here are all the fandoms that we have so far. (Each link will take you to the works in that fandom.)

Allerleirauh | All-Kinds-Of-Fur (Fairy Tale) (1)

Las amazonas (TV 2016) (1)

Тревожност | Anxiety (TV 2024) (2)

Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021) (1)

Armageddon (1998) (1)

Batman - All Media Types (3)

Bleach (Anime & Manga) (1)

Blue Lock (Anime) (1)

Blue Lock (Manga) (1)

僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) (2)

Boruto (Anime & Manga) (1)

文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs (3)

Cookie Run (Video Game) (2)

Danny Phantom (1)

DCU (3)

DCU (Comics) (2)

鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) (1)

Descendants (Disney Movies) (1)

Dragon Ball (2)

Evillious Chronicles (1)

Final Fantasy XVI (1)

The Flash - All Media Types (1)

The Flash (TV 2014) (1)

Flowers in the Attic - V. C. Andrews (1)

双葉さん家の姉弟 | Futaba-san Chi no Kyoudai (Manga) (1)

Going Dutch (TV) (1)

Gravity Falls (1)

Hanson (Band) (1)

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling (14)

Hubert und Staller | Hubert ohne Staller (TV) (2)

The Inheritance Cycle - Christopher Paolini (2)

Iron Man (Movies) (1)

Knives Out (Movies) (1)

Legacies (TV 2018) (1)

The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir (3)

Magisterium Series - Holly Black & Cassandra Clare (1)

La Malquerida (TV 2014) (1)

Marvel (Comics) (1)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (2)

Miss Underhay - Helena Dixon (1)

魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù (3)

Naruto (Anime & Manga) (6)

Neon Genesis Evangelion (1)

One Piece (Anime & Manga) (1)

Original Work (1)

The Originals (TV) (2)

Outer Banks (TV) (1)

Palia (Video Game) (1)

Пътят на Честта | Patyat Na Chestta (TV) (1)

Un posto al sole (TV 1996) (1)

Profilage (TV) (2)

Snedronningen | The Snow Queen - Hans Christian Andersen (1)

Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack (Visual Novel) (2)

葬送のフリーレン | Sousou no Frieren | Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Anime) (1)

葬送のフリーレン | Sousou no Frieren | Frieren: Beyond Journey's End (Manga) (1)

Sparklecare (Webcomic) (1)

Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) (1)

Star Trek: Lower Decks (Cartoon) (2)

Star Wars - All Media Types (2)

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy (1)

Stranger Things (TV 2016) (1)

Supernatural (TV 2005) (4)

Teen Wolf (TV) (3)

The 355 (2022) (1)

Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) (1)

The Vampire Diaries & Related Fandoms (2)

Vocaloid (1)

The Walten Files (Web Series) (1)

С река на сърцето | With River at Heart (TV 2022) (1)

Wizards of Waverly Place (1)

Ягодова луна | Yagodova Luna (TV) (4)

If you are still working on your bingo, no worries! The collection will remain open indefinitely!

Thank you all for your participation, this is a much bigger turn out than I ever expected! And everyone that I have talked to has been so lovely. Thank you for making the Macrocest community so supportive and fun!

[secretbossesacrossthemultiverse]

SuperTale

Fun fact; one of my favorite Au's growing up was UnderToad as Mario is another hyperfixation of mine! Original Au; https://www.deviantart.com/marioluigi34/art/Super-Tale-NOT-CANNON-VERSON-ANYMORE-846607115 Original first update of this Au; https://www.deviantart.com/marioluigi34/art/Super-Tale-UPDATED-SPRITES-922506412

Supertale originally had a more complex story about Mario universe fusing with Undertale, but I realize now the simple explanation is the better one; Undertale characters with minimalistic personality changes get Mario character roles. Sans: Similar to CrossBones, this more active Sans still prefers to lay back and relax with a good pun or two, but will jump in to save the day! Papyrus: Papyrus wants to shine as a hero in his own right, he's better at hiding his fears than Luigi. Toriel: The Queen of the Underground, she's calm, polite, and able to use fire magic! The perfect ruler! If only she didn't say so many bad puns...

Mad Mew Mew: The best Princess. She built her own kingdom right above the Underground. Even so, she still lives in Papyrus's sink in this universe as well.

Spamton: Spamton.

Pink Addison: Are they friends? Lovers? Brothers? DEO they even have genders? No like Pink will tell you; after all, they're too busy cheating and scamming.

Greater Dog: Dog Island is where Greater Dog lives; nobody would DARE steal their bone horde... right?

Lesser Dog: Following in Greater Dog's paw prints, Lesser Dog is- oh... they got distracted by a butterfly...

C. Round: Brrrm Ha!

Alphys: She may act like a mad scientist, but she only does it to impress Undyne.

Swatching: This gentleman watches over the Queen, even if she tries to ditch him from time to time.

Frisk: Toriel's youngest child, Frisk is the brave and curious leader of the Frisk-Bregade.

Chara: The second oldest, Chara is the smooth talker and the muscle of the Frisk-Bregade.

Asriel: The youngest, Asriel is the brains and the magic caster of the Frisk-Bregade!

King: King of the Dark Lands, he'll take over the Underground through force!

Some blue guy: Who is this magical man? Not drawn are: Lancer - Bowser Jr, Mettaton - Birdo, Noelle - Rosalina, Jevil - King Boo, Undyne - WaPeach, Clover (the three-headed one from Deltarune) - Mayor Pauling, and Gaster as Count Blecc.

[mrblank-0]

New Idea for an Au

I got this idea after seeing @signanothername post specifically this one

And so I just thought what if they swapped

what if Dream and Nightmare weren’t connected to the multivetse

but Error and Ink were

tho as you read further it quickly got off the rails

As I was thinking this, I swapped their backstories first

Ink and Error would be brothers

and Nightmare and Dream were just some random sanses that took their roles but aren’t dependent to the multiverse

ink swaps with Dream

Error swaps with Nightmare

But then I thought so wait if I am swapping the backstories, how would nightmare get created in a way that made sense?

Dream in Ink backstory was kinda easy

An creator abandoned their Dream of creating a perfect Au or the best Au whatever but failed in doing and gave up, Dream was the remnant of that and etc etc haven’t thought that far yet

But for nightmare well their is corrupted Nightmare and Normal Nightmare

How do I swap C!Nightmare or Nightmare with Error?

because there is technically also After!Tale I need to consider

this also brought how much of everyone personalities do I need to swap?

because there are certain things certain characters wouldn’t do in each other scenarios

Would Dream rip his soul apart?

Would the events of After!Tale even play out if nightmare was there instead of Sans/Geno

How would I swap their powers/abilities

SO MANY QUESTIONS

so I stopped their

so now I ask for any people interested in this idea, help me out and give me your ideas

and let’s see what we can create :D

[read-alert]

Happy MerMay! Full titles under the cut!

The Little Homo Sapiens Scientist by SL Huang

Weird Fishes by Rae Mariz

The Mermaid of Black Conch by Monique Roffey

Mermaids Never Drown: Tales to Dive For edited by Zoraida Córdova and Natalie C Parker

Chlorine by Jade Song

The Perfect Waters: Odedsa Book One by LeeSha McCoy

Bayou Magic by Jewell Parker Rhodes

Rise of the Jumbies by Tracey Baptiste

A Comb of Wishes by Lisa Stringfellow

The Secret of Haven Point by Lisette Auton

A Song of Silver and Gold by Melissa Karibian

The Siren, the Song, and the Spy by Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Out of the Blue by Jason June

Seven Tears at High Tide by CB Lee

The Seafarer's Kiss by Julia Ember

Ice Massacre by Tiana Warner

The Girl From the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag

Sirena: A Mermaid Legend from Guam by Tanya Chargualaf Taimanglo illustrated by Sonny K Chargualaf

Thirsty Mermaids by Kat Leyh

Sukey and the Mermaid by Robert D San Souci illustrated by Brian Pinkney

Mermaid and Pirate by Tracey Baptiste illustrated by Leisl Adams