#deltarune fics

[dukeoftears]

h + rouxls and lancer for the prompts? or e + swatchkaard if you're wanting to write shippy stuff specifically lol

Ooh, I might do the swatchkaard promt at another time actually, saving that- right now, I'll write Lancer and Rouxls ^^

Lancer's Nightmare

!! TW for implied child abuse !!

Something was prodding his back

Annoyed and half asleep, Rouxls pushed it away, hoping it would leave him alone.

It was persistent. Rouxls tried to ignore it. Maybe it would get bored and go away.

"...Lesser Dad?"

He groaned, arm going over his face. Please leave him alone. He needed his beauty sleep!!

"Lesser Dad...? Can..."

"For God's sake, Lancer, it's the middle of the night! What?"

"Sorry, um...."

...Now that was concerning.

The boy was hardly ever this meek, unless...

He moved his hand away from his face, blinking away sleep as he looked at Lancer in the dark.

The young prince's face was downcast as he stood beside the bed, hands anxiously clasped together. He shuffled as Rouxls turned his face to him, lips thinning.

Rouxls sighed.

"Come now. Thou shouldst be in bed, yes? Why are thee awake at such an hour?" His voice was gentler, no longer showing the annoyance he felt

"Can... can I sleep with you tonight?"

"...how come?"

Rouxls felt he already knew the answer.

"...I had a nightmare,"

Rouxls was silent for a while.

"You'll just sleep outside my door if I try to put you back,"

Lancer made a small hum.

This boy... Rouxls shook his head, a small frown on his face as he lifted him up onto the bed.

"Now, thou muste sleepeth, yes? And do noteth disturb me!"

The boy was lucky Rouxls was fond of him and the small smile of relief on his face.

"Mhm! I won't! Thank you, Lesser Dad!"

Rouxls nodded, turning to the side, ignoring Lancer wrapping his stubby little arms around his torso.

...

"...Lesser Dad?"

"Mm?"

"Do you think... Do you think dad hates me?"

Rouxls felt a small lump in his throat.

"...No, of courseth not," He wasn't lying. "Thy father may have... difficulties... regulating his emotions sometimeseth, but he doesn't hate you. That I'm sureth of."

Lancer was silent for a moment.

"Do you hate me?"

He sighed, turning back to face Lancer, as he gently placed a hand on the boy's head.

"Certainlye not! Thou mayest pester me like the little water beetle thou arest, but I wouldst never hate thee, Lancer,"

"Promise?"

"Pinky promise,"

Lancer held onto Rouxls a little tighter. He could feel the smile on the boy's face.

"...Thank you, Lesser Dad,

"...I love you."

...

"...I love you too,"

[one-time-i-dreamt]

Neil Gaiman quit Tumblr because someone decided to send him a terrible crossover fic of Good Omens, Deltarune, and Brooklyn 99 in which he was a character and there was a scene of him pegging Jake Peralta.

[everysongineverykey]

ok alphys was a character ahead of her time and too good for this damn fandom honestly. she isn't some evil gaslighting lying cringey manipulator who only exists as comic relief for the love of god look at her with eyes less poisoned by cynicism and irony. she is a love letter to... well, a lot of things. a love letter to "cringey" people, to video game fans, to people who try to drown their sadness in fiction. she's so achingly relatable to so many of us that it really feels like toby knows his demographic like the back of his hand. we've all met someone like alphys. maybe we are that someone- awkward, nerdy, can't get over their past mistakes, terrible at phone calls, far more eloquent online than in person, only wants to make people like them to distract them from the fact that they don't like themself. normally, this character archetype is the butt of a great deal of jokes- just a gross nerd who needs to touch grass. but alphys is different. she is, as i said, a love letter. she is one of the best-developed and most complex characters in the game. her nerdiness isn't "fixed" or mocked, it's celebrated. her unabashed love for her interests and her 100% attitude is a big reason why undyne loves her. games, especially in 2015 and before, are not often so genuinely kind to characters like alphys! and in deltarune, too- alphys is still a nerd, despite not being nearly as traumatized as her undertale counterpart. her rambling about shows she loves is a constant across all universes, a fundamental and important and good part of who she is.

and i just think that's very kind, and very important.

[ink-stains-and-constellations]

Why are there not, like... platonic x reader fics. Like, I don't wanna date these characters, I just want to hang out with them and crack jokes and banter and get takeaway and play videogames and maybe even hug and bop them on the head and just have affectionate platonic physical contact??? I want to read a fic about being friends with them, and yet all I can find is romantic reader insert fics.

[yanderespamton78]

here have an idea that came to me at 5am

oh also blue addison in a skirt. we do not have enough addison in a skirt representation. please guys

[lilybug-02]

Artfight against @ejsuperstar ft. The Mad King and Chip. They're both so evil. I hope they have the most extravagant downfall of any onscreen villain.

This interaction is based on a little fic writing >:)

[rune-of-delta-au]

Animatic based on a fanfiction written by @c4rdkingd0m

Context: After being forced to imprison his companion Stitch, Joker has started to change over time. His court jester ways have deteriorated, he's not as much fun as he used to be, now alone in his struggles. The poor fellow now found it hard even to look at a show stage, remembering what he'd been forced to do. King Kaard decided it was wise to have a word with Joker and ease his pain, he didn't take it well, though. Y'all enjoy the mega angst! <3 BTW INTRODUCING KING KAARD, SWAPPED WITH SPADES Animation & sound design + music by me!

[manofthepipis]

some doodles ive had stashed away of a lil dr au fic im writing on ao3 man these guys r fun to draw

read it here :D

[kooki914]

I hope we get to see Asgore fight the cyber queen bitch.

It’d be funny

No <3

Have this wholesomeness instead

[hydros-art-and-gaming]

This shitty comic I made

[lovelyrottingcrows]

the idea that Kris feels a sense of hatred for the players that make all the 'good' decisions and befriend/save everyone because of the absolute crushing realization that all these people like 'you' and are 'your' friend and actively care for 'you' but it's not even you. You're inferior to this thing pretending to be you, and if it were ever to leave you like you wanted, you would lose it all, so you're faced with the decision of having your autonomy and freedom back but the risk of everyone realizing you're still as much of a freak as before, or carrying on in suffering silence just to experience what you had been so deprived of before

This is a cry for help

[krispdreemurr]

At first, she's not sure she's even hearing the notes.

They're distant and quiet. Even with her earbuds out, she has to strain to hear anything at all. The notes keep faltering before she can be sure what she's listening to.

She sets aside her notebook and moves out into the hall.

As she starts the walk to the dining room, she can hear them more clearly. It's definitely the piano in the side room, she's sure on that now. But the song...

The song is just the first few notes and chords, again and again, played clumsily and haltingly. There's jarring dissonant edges, and the rhythm is unsteady.

If the tune weren't so familiar, she'd have no idea at all.

(In front of her, or with family, they'd play things she knew - classical music, adaptations of songs from video games or Asriel's anime, more than a few Rickrolls.)

(It was only when they were alone that they'd play the same few songs, simpler melodies that she never heard anywhere else before or after.)

She reaches the doorway, gazing in through the open door.

The room is dimly lit, the moonlight through the windows providing most of the illumination. They're framed against an open window, a silhouette bent over the piano. She watches, silent, as they drag their hand down the keys, press down too hard and get a jarring burst of sound.

She remembers how they used to play. Fluid, graceful. It was the only time she ever really saw them comfortable in their own skin.

That's gone, now.

"Kris...?" she asks softly, stepping through the door.

The next part, at least, is familiar. They stare at her, wide-eyed, looking half-panicked. Hands frozen.

Despite herself, she tries to smile, glancing at the open window. "You know, I'm pretty sure dad gave you a spare key."

They stare a moment more, then laugh, hoarse and tired. Some of the tension bleeds. "Yeah, but breaking in through the window is cooler."

"You're just lucky I forgot how to set up the alarm system..." She steps closer, hooves clicking on hardwood. "It's one AM, Kris. Why are you here? Not that, um, you can't visit, just--"

There's a long silence, where they just stare at their hands on the keys. They're shaking, she realizes.

"Sorry," they say finally. "It was a stupid idea. I just--miss it. And the hospital is closed to visitors. I just wanted to, to at least try... Even if I know I can't any more, not like this." Another ragged laugh. This one has less humor. "Sorry. I'll go."

She looks at them a few moments more.

Maybe she should push more. Ask them what they mean by "like this", demand explanations for why they've been so weird lately, reprimand them for breaking in. She remembers them nine years old and coughing without end, begging her not to tell their mom and dad. She remembers how they drew away in the days after the accident, and how quiet they've been ever since. She knows they shut down, hide, conceal themself. She knows.

But she's tired too, and if she pushes they'll run, and she's lost so much already.

"Can I listen?" she says instead.

They blink, once, then shrug. "Sure, yeah... You wanna sit outside like old times? Think I can handle an audience for the world's worst concert, but..."

"No, I'd rather stay." She goes to settle down in the corner, folding her legs. "I never got to see you play much back then."

"Well, you're not going to see much today," they say dryly.

Their fingers linger a moment more, shuffling uncertainly and stiffly, trying to find purchase--

And then they play.

It's still halting and awkward, marred by misplaced notes and stilted pauses. It's nothing like it was, back when they were something not quite like friends and not quite like family.

But still, still--

Still she closes her eyes, and she listens once again.

[reginalusus]

"Spamton doesn't have lips."

Ok, explain this then:

Spamton can 100% kiss you, with your consent of course.

[beckkii]

forever thinking about the slow descent of big shot spamton. the way his glitches start off as his typical small quirk but soon become something worse and sinister as off putting phrases come in, more often as well, weirding out (and worrying) those around him. the way he’s found oftentimes either completely zoned out or muttering to himself for minutes on end, only to say to others that he’s “just distracted.” the way his once cheery and bustling room in the mansion goes empty and dark as he spends all his time in the basement, so much so that swatch and the swatchlings immediately head there first thing in the morning to kick him out, only to find him rambling lost in prayer and screeching as he’s carried away

anyways. why don’t ppl talk about spamton’s slow descent into insanity. i wanna talk about spamton’s slow descent into insanity

[tvlandofficiall]

going back over my thoughts once more and i'm so interested in how queen seems to know almost every other major darkner in the game — not just swatch and spamton from her cyber world past and the folks she meets during ch2 like ralsei (for all he slips into the background) and rouxls and lancer, but the old card kingdom court as well. the "how" of how she knows them at all is oft-theorized-on, but what i've been thinking about again is the "who" — what were her relationships like with the old court? how did they feel about one another? how did those relationships play out? how will they continue into the future now that the queen has indeed returned?

[bendablerune]

What if… I Wani Hug That Gator…. But it’s Susie Deltarune…..