#fae underfell

[ivyprism]

Fae Boys (Info Dump)

Warning: Fae, violence, fighting, etc.

Bardick - Fae Underfell Papyrus

Personality: He's a harsh and confrontational persona, yet he's also very quiet. He is respectful and regal. He takes the laws and instructions seriously. When it comes to threats to his family, he becomes angry and harsh. He is highly protective of his friends and may appear combative in order to defend them; but, if accepted, he is a sensitive and sweet individual. He'll gladly carry you if you ask. He is responsible for cleaning up after his brother and the Royal Guards. He has a bad temper and won't take bullshit from anyone. He fights ferociously and may be fairly pleasant and gentle to his friends, although he often starts chilly and polite.

Appearance: He is a fairy skeleton. He has red wings. He has two scars on his right eye. He has bright red eye lights.

Crimson - Fae Underfell Sans

Personality: He's a gentle and tranquil skeleton who can instantly knock someone down. He is intensely protective of his loved ones and will go to any length to ensure their safety. He's rugged and flirtatious. He has a serene and calm temper that he never loses unless pushed. He is concerned about his friends and family, but he keeps these feelings disguised. He can be unpleasant and cold at first, but once you get to know him, he is often quite nice and friendly to you. He has a hard exterior, which he usually softens. He enjoys helping others and has a special place for animals.

Appearance: He is a fairy skeleton. He has bright red eyes. He has three scars on his eyes. Two on his left and one on his right. He has two golden teeth. He has bright red wings.

Roark - Fae Horrorfell Papyrus

Personality: He presents a rough and combative demeanor, but he is actually very calm. He is respectful and regal. He goes for the throat and does not back down. He takes laws and instructions carefully. When it comes to threats to his family, he becomes enraged and brutal. He is fiercely protective of his friends and may act hostile in order to defend them; but, if accepted, he is a sensitive and sweet person. He will gladly carry you if you ask. He has a nasty temper and will not tolerate nonsense from anyone. He fights fiercely and can be quite kind and gentle with his pals, yet he frequently begins cold and polite.

Appearance: He is a fairy skeleton. He has red wings. He has two scars on his right eye. He has bright red eye lights. He has a crack in his skull that meets his two scars.

Claret - Fae Horrorfell Sans

Personality: He's a peaceful and tranquil skeleton who can easily knock someone down. When it comes to fighting, he does not hesitate and is willing to bite back. He is extremely protective of his loved ones and will go to any length to keep them safe. He's both tough and flirty. He has a pleasant and quiet demeanor that he never loses unless provoked. He is concerned about his friends and family, but he keeps his feelings hidden. He can be unpleasant and chilly at first, but once you get to know him, he is usually pretty polite and friendly towards you. He has a hard exterior that he often softens. He enjoys assisting others and has a special affinity for animals.

Appearance: He is a fairy skeleton. He has bright red eyes. He has three scars on his eyes. Two on his left and one on his right. He has a big crack in his skull. He has two golden teeth. He has bright red wings.

------

[kaygee-doodles]

A commission for @cali-n-fae of their Underfell Sans! This was so much fun to work on, I'm glad I got the opportunity.

[cali-n-fae]

Undertale belongs to Toby Fox

Malfunction by the talented @satellite-starss

Underfell by Vic the underfella

Error!Sans by Lover of Piggies/Crayon Queen

Artfight attack , it's always a pleasure to meet new pals !

This backpatch 's ultra cool (Like the one that carries it) ❤️

[dracoria-nebulae]

Chapter 8 of The Price You Pay!

Hi hi, I've been very absent, it's hard to get back into things like Tumblr haha, but here we are. Still not sure on my update schedule for now, things are difficult for me so I might swap to a for now, once monthly on each fic. It's still 6 chapters total but yeah. There's some stuff that needs figuring out before I can relax again haha. Definitely been nice to play some games again with a break!

Anywho~ Things move forward, Moss goes fishing, and is 100% an old man I swear to god.

[antlered-prince]

Is any..Papyrus type fae?

The poor guys almost always get left behind when it comes to making the AUs.

I can see Edge having Blood-red Glider butterfly wings!

Or Papyrus having Ruddy Daggerwing butterfly wings!

:>

Ooooo the Ruddy Daggerwing is so good, I may use that.

I did have some plans for them! Along with the OG aus and such. Here are their Courts and the ideas I had for what type of wings they would have. Of course, they might change in the future (except Blue).

Undertale - Autumn Court

Sans - Beetle wings

Papyrus - Cithaerias Pireta (pictures under cut)

Underswap - Spring Court

Blue - Blue Morpho

Stretch - Bee

Underfell - Summer Court

Red - Butterfly

Boss - Butterfly

Horrortale - Winter Court

Reuben - Atlas Moth (pictures under cut)

Dagwood - Moth

Swapfell - Winter Court

Nox - Wasp

Rus - Moth

[lostsoulofdragon]

I got a bit of time on my hands, so..

(what can i say i love the monochrome combo (i'm suprised i haven't made an XTale!Soul yet haha) and this kind of mouth and just CREATURES)

[[ Horror!Soul inspired by Horror!Tale by Sourapple-studios ]]

[[ Sagitta by me ]]

[[ Fae!Soul inspired by @valrayne-faeu by @antlered-knight & @owl-bones ]]

[[ Classic!Soul inspired by Undertale by Toby Fox ]]

[[ Fell!Soul inspired by Under!Fell by @underfell ]]

[ratsoh-writes]

Masterlist 28

(*****)= suggestive

General

FAVORITES (all)

SO turns bitty for a week (hf ff ss sf)

dancing in your pjs (papyrus, star lilac jupiter)

kiss attack!!! (tt ot bt )

SO feels safe in their arms (ft ff hf sf ss)

someone accidentally sends a ton of money to his account

SO blinks like a lizard (us uf + mafias)

SO has a business making sex toys******

which (non virgins) haven't been with a human*****

waking up to doggy kisses (willow pitch sails)

stepkid says i love you for the first time

SO purrs when they see him

getting the least judgy guys to judge you (pop sails peaches fisher ram)

chubby SO (ft ff fs)

getting turned into an animal they hate

wiz sib wants to ask out their crush (papyrus, honey, mal, uf, ht)

SO is a nude model for an art school**

thoughts on travel (all)

advice they'd give their younger self (ls lf mafias)

aftercare (lf ss sf gt nt)******

SO has a miscarriage

SO gets in a car accident and is at the hospital (ut mt ms ul ls)

when his bro has a crush (nt fsr ot)

attachment styles (all)

rich SO tries to spoil him (ht hf hs hfm)

giving his bum a nice pat (peaches honey jupiter jasper cricket quill)

SO sends him a naughty picture (fot tt bt)****

SO leaves little love notes for him (lf ss sf gt nt)

tag you're it! (sans pluto G lens)

SO telepots his bro on a boat to propose (sans star red mal oak lord hook)

alien invasion (ul fot gt)

he accidentally hurts SO (ft ff fs)

date gets vertigo (ft ff fs)

bros reaction to taking in wiz sib (ut us sf)

bro think his SO is cheating (ut uf us fsg ht)

royals for a day (ut fsg ot)

stranger saves their life (st ss sf lf ls)

making stuffed animals kiss (st sf ss of nt)

SO cant say dish soap

favorite dairy products (all)

he wakes up to a stranger staring at him

clingy SO

if they weren't farmers (ft ff fs hfm)

interactions/poly hcs

the beef between the farm and farmswap bros

if oak and peaches were together

Worldbuilding

cat monster traits

trailrunners

shroomsnails

more magical plants/crops

fillerblot (jerry)

ebott specific careers

ALL BIRTHDAYS

famine aus struggle with babies*

cat allergies and cat monsters

human to monster first aid

stars curse

fae

The Mafias

ace's talents

bruisers talents

ace fun facts

Farmtale

ranchers talents

rosemarys talents

yosemites talents

peaches fun facts

rancher fun facts

Horrorfarm

moose and maples parents

Farmfell

rams talents

pitch talents

pitch and rams parents

Fellswap gold

wines talents

coffees talents

fluffy coffee

Fallouttale

some lens fun facts

lens talents

Seatale

fishers talents

jaspers talents

fisher fun facts

fisher fun facts 2

lustswap

sparks talents

lustfell

peppers talents

fluffy lush

Nomadtale

compass talents

Horrortale

oak fluffy facts

Underswap

stars crazy police stories

Gastertale

green relationship

where you can find green

Underfell

edge relationship

Horrorfell

noir relationship

noir fun facts

[mystery-fic-anon]

I met God and He’s a Bonehead

Summary: While dragging his injured brother through the woods after an ambush, Red runs into a mysterious skeleton called Sans. (yes, this is a first meet story.)

Warnings: some semi-graphic descriptions of Edge being injured, including broken bones.

This is inspired by days 5 and 6 fantasy prompt for Kustard week, Fairy King/Queen and Forest God. I had a lot of fun with it, I hope y’all do too :) Also note that despite the lighthearted title, this fic is a bit heavy in some places. I tried to balance it.

Thank you to @nugget4550 for beta reading, I appreciate it.

Read it on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41623497

Red wasn’t strong enough for this. He wasn’t in shape enough to jog through the forest on his own, let alone when he was pulling so much dead weight. He shifted his grip on Edge’s breastplate, pulling Edge higher up on his back. His legs dragged on the ground behind Red, catching on every tree root in their path. Red was getting yanked off balance with every step, and he almost dropped Edge again as Edge’s pants got hooked on a low-hanging branch.

“Motherfucker!” Red jerked to the side, the pants tore. Edge groaned as he was jostled, and Red felt him tense up. “Shit, sorry boss.”

Red reached up with one hand, patting Edge’s right shoulder. He ran his hand down Edge’s arm, and sighed in relief. Edge’s scarf was still holding his arm in place. Red felt the place where Edge’s bone was out of place, and quickly pulled his hand back. He wiped it on his jacket, and then reached up again to tap Edge’s skull. The wound on his head had stopped bleeding, but Edge still wasn’t waking up.

He had wasted too much time, he needed to move his bony ass. His adrenaline was wearing off, and Red wasn’t really running any more. He was trying to move as fast as he could, but his legs were shaking, and the joints in his fingers ached. He looked behind him as best he could with his brother lying on his back, but he didn’t see anyone.

There was no way he wasn’t being followed, though. It wasn’t easy to ambush a royal guard, and Red had seen at least six monsters jump out of the trees before he and Edge had been buried in attacks. If Red didn’t find a safe place to hide and heal, he and Edge would be taken or dusted. Red wasn’t sure which option was worse.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure where he was going any more. This wasn’t their usual patrol route, and the snowy forest was unfamiliar. Red was just pushing through trees at this point, trying to get further away from where they’d been attacked. He couldn’t hunker down too close by, or they would be found.

Suddenly, Red felt a prickle in his spine. He was being watched. He could feel it.

Red carefully laid Edge down against a tree trunk, and summoned a sharpened bone attack. He held it underneath his hand close to his body, so it would be hidden until someone tried to lunge at him. He stepped in front of Edge, looking around.

“Is that any way to greet a new pal?”

Red whirled around, swinging his bone at the voice behind his shoulder. A few sparkles of blue magic danced over the bone, but it didn’t make contact with anything. The wild swing made him stumble, and Red took a step forward to balance again.

“Show yourself you fucking coward!” Red yelled, looking frantically around. Whoever this monster was, they were either incredibly fast or they could take shortcuts like he did. Neither option was promising.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” A skeleton popped into existence right in front of him, standing right by Edge’s boots. He was wearing the kind of baggy blue hoodie Red would wear on a lazy day at home, and he had some kind of weird flower crown on his head.

Red swung his bone again, aiming for the side of the weirdo’s skull.

The skeleton caught it like it was nothing, holding the clubbed top of the bone between two fingers. He looked at it, hummed, then looked back at Red. “Hey, that’s a pretty nice bone buddy, but this is getting old. Let’s try a new bit. You like knock knock jokes?”

Red stared at him in shock. He leaned back a bit, trying to pull the bone back to himself. The skeleton didn’t let go.

“Knock knock.” The skeleton grinned. Red wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. It was too mischievous, and entirely too light-hearted for what was going on.

After a minute, the skeleton leaned in and raised his other hand over his mouth, like he was stage whispering to Red. “This is the part where you say ‘who’s there’.”

Red clearly wasn’t getting out of this another way, so he decided to play along. “Who’s there.”

“Broken pencil.”

“Broken pencil who?” Red asked, trying to pry his bone attack loose from Sans’ grip again.

“Ah forget it, it’s point-less.”

The punchline caught Red off guard, and he actually laughed a bit. He quickly caught himself, glaring at Sans. Sans just kept smiling back, but the look in his eyelights seemed more amused than before.

“Who are you?” Red demanded.

“Sans.” The skeleton—Sans—held out his hand. “Sans the skeleton.”

“Red.” Red stuffed his free hand into the pocket of his shorts. “Also skeleton.”

“Heh, yeah, I got that part.”

“Look, I don’t know what your deal is, but I need to get going. If the fuckers coming after me find you here, they’re gonna—”

“Are you sure about that?” Sans asked, tilting his head a bit.

“What?”

“Are you sure they’re going to find me? Look around.”

Red didn’t usually take orders from anyone but his brother, but this time, he did what Sans told him to do. He shut his mouth and looked around again, listening intently.

The forest was quiet. Totally quiet. No screams in the distance, no taunting laughter of another monster closing in on him… Nothing, not even the sounds of animals.

“What the fuck?” Red asked, his tone suddenly far more hushed. He wasn’t an idiot. There was either something fundamentally wrong with this part of the forest, or a big predator on the move. Red couldn’t risk being caught if it was the second option.

“Yeah, you aren’t in Kansas any more Toto.” Sans waved his hand, and the forest around them shifted.

Suddenly, the wintry forest around them changed into something Red had never seen before. The trees all had leaves, vibrant shades of red and orange and yellow surrounding them. The pine trees were still green, but the shade was softer and more alive. A breeze rustled the leaves on the tops of the trees, and Red could swear he smelled cinnamon in the air.

“This is my place you walked into,” Sans said, sounding way too casual for Red’s comfort. “No one will find you or me here. They can’t get into this exclusive club.” He looked down at Edge, who was still unconscious. “I can heal that guy if you want.”

Red blinked. “Huh?”

“That guy.” Sans pointed at Edge. “The one you were dragging here. I can heal him up. He needs to wake up on his own, but I can at least close those cracks.”

Red let go of his bone and stepped back. “No fucking way am I letting you get near him.”

“Why not?” Sans stepped closer, and Red felt a prickling sensation run over him, from his hands down to his feet. “You’ve seen what I can do. Come on, let me at him. He’ll be good in no time.”

Red didn’t care what Sans was; he got up in Sans’ face and shook his clawed phalange right in front of Sans’ eye socket. “Do you think I’m still in stripes? I’m not going to let you do anything when I don’t know what you want in exchange! So come on, spit out your terms before I beat them out of you.”

Sans looked at Red for a few seconds, clearly thinking his words over. “Okay, then be my champion.”

More fucking riddles. Great. “The fuck does that mean?”

“I dunno.” Sans shrugged, and Red had to remind himself that trying to strangle this guy was probably a bad idea. “The only other being like me is my brother, and he hasn’t had a champion before. I know that old gods used to have tons of champions but nothing is really clear about what they do besides fight in your name. But I’m not really a fighting kind of guy. Why don’t you just come back, and we’ll chill out?”

“That’s it? No other tricks? You just want to hang out with someone? Fucking desperate.” Red snorted derisively.

Sans just shrugged again. “Eh, maybe. I’ve always been a lazybones, and you’re the first person to stumble across my place in a while. It’s easier for me to get you to come back.”

“Is there something else that could kill me in here?”

Sans sighed, but he spoke before Red could yell at him for being a condescending asswipe. “No harm will come to you when you’re in my part of the forest. Not from me, or from my brother.”

“Now, let me hold up my end of the deal.” Sans rolled his shoulders, the bones cracking a bit. He closed his eyes, and took a step back.

Suddenly, Red’s head began spinning. His vision blurred, and he felt like he’d just been rolled through the entire underground in a barrel. He closed his eyes and knelt down, grabbing on to Edge for stability. The feeling just got worse and worse. Red felt like he was going to dust from the pressure. Fuck, this was why you didn’t make deals with random strangers—

Everything stopped. Red sat up, rubbing his eyes. He somehow felt both like he’d run a marathon, and that he’d been asleep for fifty years. There was a sour aftertaste in his mouth, and he spat on the ground next to him.

“Nuuurgh.”

Red looked over at Edge. His eyes widened. The top of Edge’s skull was totally smooth; only the three scars that had been there for years remained. His arm had clearly been healed too, all of the bones were back in place. Even the superficial cuts and bruises on other parts of Edge’s body had been healed.

Red glanced at his own hands, and noticed the mark from where he’d grabbed an enemy’s attack was gone.

“What happened…” Edge sat up, rubbing his face.

Red moved back, giving him some space. “Uh…”

“Red?” Edge’s focus instantly sharpened, turning to him. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Where are we?”

“Relax, boss.” Red put up his hands, his brain scrambling to think of a lie. It wasn’t usually this hard, but he was still tired and confused by what had just happened. “We’re safe. I was getting us both back to Snowdin the long way, but you weren’t doing so hot. Lucky for me, I found… a stash of healing supplies.” Red kept his poker face up, even as Edge’s glare bored into his soul. “Probably from one of the smugglers out here or something. Anyways, I fed you all of their stuff, then popped a couple of candies myself just before you woke up.”

Edge looked Red over, then looked at the trees around them. “Where was it hidden?”

“Up in one of the trees, but they had set up a branch so that if you pulled it, the stuff would fall down. Heh, probably didn’t want to try to climb a tree while they were bleeding.” Red stood up, ignoring his bones’ creaking protest. “We should probably get going, boss. Gotta get back home.”

Their height difference meant that even when Edge was sitting on the ground, Red was still barely taller than him. Red held on to that feeling of being taller though, doing his best to protect assurance, confidence, anything that would make Edge believe him. Or at least not ask any questions right now.

Edge nodded, and grabbed Red’s shoulder. He ignored Red’s yelp, using Red as a grip to pull himself up.

“We have to make a report to Undyne first, but I suppose I can do that while you go home. Straight home, not to Grillby’s.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Red was longing for some mustard, but he knew better than to argue right now.

He kept quiet, letting Edge lead the way through the woods. Neither of them really knew where they were going, but Edge had always liked puzzles and maps, so Red figured he could find their way out. Red glanced back a few times, but he didn’t see anything, and the trees where he’d met Sans quickly disappeared behind others.

Once they were about five minutes away, Red subtly scratched a line on one of the trees, angled so it was pointing back at the group of trees. If he was going to need to find his way back here, the least he could do was leave himself a clue.

[ivyprism]

I Didn't Mean To (Marguerite Backstory)

Warning: Child abuse, fire, blood, death, pain, sadness, uncontrolled power, panic attacks, bullying, foster care system, and implied mass murder.

This may be heavy for some readers, so please be cautious if you want to read it.

This has a switch from 1st Person to 2nd Person near the end.

"I don't know very much about my parents. When I was little, my mother was regarded as a lovely and sophisticated woman. My father was a powerful yet mysterious man... However, I've never actually met them. I'm not sure if they died or simply decided they didn't want me anymore. I was a child who was moved from one foster family to another. Many of my foster parents returned me, claiming I was "too difficult" and "dangerous".

Regardless of what happened, my social worker would always remind me there was nothing wrong with me. My magic and lack of control are typical for a child my age. She was the only person who understood me. I didn't intend to be a nuisance or a threat…. I was simply unable to manage my magic. I was a child; how could I know?

When I met my next foster family, I assumed everything would be the same as before, but I was mistaken. My foster mother was a lovely older woman who gladly took me in. She wasn't a monster, just a human woman who believed my lack of magical control just needed a bit of patience. She never treated me like a monster for it. I genuinely adored her…

But then the other kids learned about what I am, what I could do...And as they say, kids can be cruel. I was going home that day, I didn't know what they wanted.

"Is it true you killed your parents with your fire?" "Wow, a monster walking among us! The horror!" "You're not going to kill us too, are you?"

I was a child and could not grasp these queries. I didn't know what to do, so I ran home and into the arms of my foster mother. I was terrified, but they did not stop. My foster mother tried to stop them and did everything she could, but it simply made matters worse. When I retaliated in my defense, the situation became really heated.

"Y--you scratched me! Monster!" Following my defense against them, the boy shouted at me. They'd tugged my hair and horns, and it ached. I did not aim to hurt them.

"I'm- I'm sorry!" I had said. I was just a child, I didn't know and I didn't mean to. But they turned to their parents. Their parents disliked me as well; after all, hatred is hardly a natural emotion. They were determined to take action.

They stopped my foster mother and cornered me. I was a child, and I was defenseless against them. My foster mother pleaded to be spared, but I don't believe they listened.

"We should've never let you foster this monster anyway." One of them said anything.

"We should've done this a long time ago." Another had said as he raised a weapon and struck me. I don't recall exactly what happened; all I remember is the excruciating pain of getting smacked in the eye. I saw blood, and I couldn't open my eye because it stung so severely.

"Leave her alone! She's just a little girl!" My foster mother begged loudly. I looked at her, but then another attack came. I didn't have time to open my mouth as I felt more pain. I cried out in pain as my foster mother pleaded. I was in pain, so much pain. I was scared.

I didn't have time to think as my foster mother approached me, pulling me into her arms and attempting to comfort me. Telling me everything would be fine, I knew it was a lie, yet I felt so protected in her embrace…

Until I didn't.

I heard a hit followed by a thud. My foster mother lay bleeding on the ground near my feet. I couldn't determine if she was still alive. I was so afraid that I began to hyperventilate. I couldn't breathe and was so afraid that I kept apologizing for being born. I couldn't think, everything was whirling, and I was scared. I was so scared.

So the terror presented itself as a blazing fire that I had never seen before. I didn't have time to react; all I could hear was a chorus of cries, the sound of fire, and people fleeing, but only the screams. I kept apologizing; I was scared and didn't mean to. I could see the fire blazing and hear my foster mother trying to comfort me, but I wasn't sure if I was hallucinating or if she was actually saying it. All I remembered after was passing out from the pain and the smoke.

After that, I didn't know what happened. I was in the hospital, I was isolated in a wing. I didn't know if people had died, or if they had lived, but as soon as I could I ran. I couldn't face my social worker, I couldn't face my foster mother... I was a monster. I started picking up odd jobs and lying about my age to survive. All I remembered was the screams, the terror, and all the fire.

I wouldn't let anyone get too close to me, I couldn't. I was dangerous and erratic, and I didn't know how to control my fire. Of course, after years, I started teaching myself how to be a human, and how to not use my awful magic, and I blended right in. I was just another person who worked everywhere. No one knew what I was or who I was.

I met my ex-husband when I was 18, and we were married for a few years before we divorced. I never told him who I was, and I'm not sure I ever completely trusted him. That is on me. But I didn't want anyone to fear me again because of things I couldn't control.

After that, I met Tart. They were just a baby and my friend made me their godmother. I didn't know how to care for a baby, I was so scared that I'd hurt them. So I was a bit cautious with them until I learned how to be close and care for them like a mother should.

And that's how I'm here today. I'll never know what happened to the place I used to live or anything. Honestly, I barely remember what happened that night. All I know is that I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I just didn't know how to control my magic.

Of course, that's one of many things I've dealt with, but those are all stories for another time~."

You blink carefully at Marguerite, who smiles at you. She pats your head and walks away. You stare at what you've written; a part of you wants to console her, but she appears fine now.

That's something for another time, I suppose. You still had a lot of questions about her. I mean, she was your friend. She was a single mother to a very sweet child, and you're sure they have lots of stories to tell at some point.

--------

[achirding]

One song My heart keeps singing Of one love Only for you 

Still thinking about this AU... 

I still need AU specific names for them, but tentatively Edge is Briar and Papyrus is Morgan. (Probably sticking with Briar, unsure about Morgan!)

Morgan knows how much Briar loves flowers, and takes him on a picnic in a lovely field of wildflowers...

[cali-n-fae]

How to flirt in 4 steps

Undertale by Toby Fox

Underfell by Vic the Underfella

Zeatale and Rune by @goddessofdragons-zt

----

The poses are a reference to a bird's flirting moves that he saw somewhere on the internet during an intense session of doom scrolling.

We've managed to find back the source for credit, but we aren't good enough with pets to be sure if all of the behaviors displayed on that channel are OK. Some animal behaviors can be seen as cute when in reality they are the sign of something bad. We do not have the knowledge to determine it. We give the name but not as a publicity.

We support animal's rights. If there is something bad we are unaware of it so please inform us. Thank you.

The reference : @BeakerBeak on YouTube.

[anneimaginesundertale]

"Oh, Spring, without a doubt!!! Summer is too hot to grow properly, plants die in the fall and cant grow in the winter, but in SPRING, we thrive!~ Theres MANY spring festivals for fae, if it were safe I'd take you, but mortals tend to lose thier minds when introduced to our festivals."

Boss nods.  “Are there many fae left, then?” he asks curiously.  “We don’t really know much about you.”  

[antlered-prince]

Fluff headcannons!

Nightmare squeaks like a moth when he's laughing happily or feeling mischievous.

Dream flaps his wings wildly when he's very, very excited about something. (Kinda like a dog wagging thier tail, but all you hear is wings flapping when no one is flying).

(Non cannon but I love him too much to not include)

I can see Edge [Underfell! Papyrus] collecting flowers just to have in his house.

I can see Stretch[Underswap! Papyrus] falling asleep in huge flowers like normal bees do sometimes.

I can see Papyrus[Undertale! Papyrus] getting lost in his own woods when the sun goes down.

[And just for laughs]

It would be pretty funny if a human refused to transform into a Fae (after staying in the woods for too long) out of pure, unadulterated spite.

Alas, the squeaking one was already disproven but as for the others..... I love the idea of Dream (or any of the boys) having a lil excited twitch with their wings. There are some very cute gifs out there of it.

The Boss and Stretch ones are so accurate hehe, although I think Paps is smart enough not to get lost in his own woods.

And even though it's a just for laughs hc.... you don't exactly get a choice in the matter once you're trapped. No matter how much spite you may possess (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)

[jaynavajasso]

Following that painting, here’s a compilation of all my (vaguely finished) doodles of my sona! I think I’m content with both her designs now - at least enough to be able to use these as a reference when I draw her again. 

Here’s a bit of info not on the sheets:

* Her monster form is a boss monster. No, she’s not related to the Dreemur family. As far as she knows, she’s an isolated... uh... “incident”.

* In terms of stats, she sits between Undyne and Asgore, making her a reasonably powerful boss. (Mind you, power in battle doesn’t equal skill.)

* She was raised human, so all of her attacks are... well, she’s only got two. She can’t use any colored attacks. She’s just got bullets and one (admittedly powerful) special attack. 

* Being half human means she’s immune to the effects of Determination. But, being half monster means she can get really badly hurt when someone really wants to hurt her. Gotta give some to get some, I guess.

* She was born shortly after the barrier was broken, so ignoring the implications of what her parents were up to, any Undertale-themed stories with her/me are 18 years after the barrier was broken.

* Like in canon, she won’t physically age until she and another monster have a kid. She’s not even worried about it ngl. It’s not like monsters age the same as humans anyway.

* It’s easier for her to use magic in her monster form. If she’s pulled into an Encounter, she’s... pretty much forced into that form, so say bye-bye secrets. For this reason she avoids Encounters like the plague.

* Outside of Undertale, she’s just a “regular” shapeshifter with magic abilities. Think about the Fae. Think about, like, The Ancient Magus’ Bride. That’s the idea.

That’s about it! I’m not gonna go into personality or backstory or anything because I learned the hard way from my last sona - if I give them a backstory, they’ll become an isolated character. So it’s just abilities!

Hope you enjoyed!

[romandraconics]

hi guys

have a shitload of doodles of Red and Afya and just a little bit of me dying in the background