#fell sans avatar

[candiiedbonez]

underfell sans icons !!

art and character creds go to —⁠ @underfell ☆

[2tr4ng3r]

Sorry for not posting alot, but heres a new style of roblox sans avatars!

[plzfeedmebread]

What Do I Tell My Friends Family? Pt. 2

word count: 4662

Pairing: Recom! Miles! Quaritch x Female! Sully! Na'vi! Reader Tags/Warnings: Non-con, slight torture mentioned, smut, blow job, mouth fucking, threats of violence, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, NSFW, degradation, dark themes, hurt no comfort Author's Notes: Aye yo wtf, this was suppose to be a one-shot! XD Some have asked for a continuation, so I have provided! Wanted to get this out on Valentines Day, though that has since passed here. Would have been out sooner but, Cyclone Gabrielle had other plans! Anyway please enjoy. Might make a part 3 for something softer. Apologies for any grammatical errors!

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Pain.

That is the first thing that you register; a dull throb to the back of your head. You grown at the feeling. Slowly do your eyes flutter open, the sting of light assaults you.

When finally do you adjust to the brightness, you take stock of your surroundings.

White.

The walls. The ceiling. The floor. Where the fuck are you?

You realise you are on the floor. You move to sit up, but you find your hands are bound tight behind you. So it with great effort you that manage to push yourself up into a sitting position, back pressed against the wall behind you.

You gaze around the room. In the centre there is a thick metal table. No chairs. To your left, a bed that would be far too small for your frame. Clearly you are in a human facility. But you do not recognise this interior to be that of Hell’s Gate.

Shit.

Despite the painful throb, you attempt to recount your steps up until this point.

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Your siblings; Eywa bless them all, but by the Great Mother did they infuriate you. For some unfathomable reason, the little entourage, sans Neteyam, thought to disobey the rules and explore the old battle site. There they happened upon a group of Avatars, decked out in full gear, carrying ARs.

Lo’ak calls it in. Father instructed him to retreat.

You arrived at eclipse, alongside your parents and Neteyam, leaving him with the ikran. You find your siblings captured and in the clutches of these Avatars. There would be no way to rescue them without bloodshed.

Your mother lets loose the first arrow, a clean headshot, and all hell breaks loose in a hail of gunfire. In the scuffle you manage to find Kiri and Spider, leading them away as fast as you can.

But an explosion goes off behind all of you, and though you and Kiri keep balance, you see Spider fall. The two of you yell out to him. Without so much as a second thought, you dove. You clutched his body to yours, wrapping yourself around him as the two of you fell, lessening the impact it would have on him, hoping you have protected his mask.

You hit your head on several tree branches on the way down. With a painful thud you land on the ground. There is a loud ringing in your ear. You think you can hear Spider’s muffled voice yelling your name, screaming perhaps. You can’t concentrate. There is only pain. There is only the ringing.

You faintly register the feeling of being lifted. There is a light, blinding in your eyes, coming from the skies. Then darkness. Nothingness.

Then, you woke up here.

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It stands to reason then, that you were captured by those Avatars. Fuck.

But where was Spider?!

Panicked, you hoist yourself onto wobbly legs, looking around the room you search, but he is not here. You pull on the bindings in frustration, but it is of little use; they are wound tight.

You turn around and are met with your own reflection. You notice your head’s been wrapped in some gauze; you must’ve hit your head pretty hard. You look at the bindings on your wrist, orange, ones you haven’t seen before. A nice new gift from the Sky People.

Suddenly your ears pick up a soft swoosh of a sound, and the door behind you opens.

Too afraid to turn around you stare at the doorway through the reflection.

One of the Avatar men stalks in, bending as he does to get through the doorway.

By Eywa’s grace, he is tall. Taller than your father, your surmise. Bigger too. Probably not a fight you would win easily, if it all. Especially with your injured head and bound wrists.

“Ah, you’re finally awake.” He says as he approaches you. You turn then, slowly, to face the man. You decide to play nice, for now at least. No need to get hurt even more. Lure the enemy in, strike when they least expect.

You look up to meet his gaze head on, and freeze.

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That face.

That damned face.

You’re sure you know that damnable face.

But it is not possible. The man you know of, are thinking of, is most assuredly dead. For real dead. You’ve seen his remains, trapped in that machine in the old battle site. You dared not to touch it; afraid it would have disturbed his spirit somehow.

Oh Eywa, his spirit…

How long has it been since you last saw him? Three years? Something close to that you think. You would never forget that evening, that desperate evening, when you approached him. Threw yourself at him. And he caved. Oh sweet Eywa, he had caved.

You knew what you did was wrong. Guilt had eaten away at you in the days that followed. You knew exactly who he was. You knew of his crimes. Yet you did it anyway. Shameful. Disgusting. Monster-fucker, you bitterly thought.

The two of you never really broached the topic of his past. He had given you his name, and it was enough. You told him who you were, and it was enough.

You hadn’t known how to explain the marks that marred your body. You claimed to have fallen off attempting a trick mid-flight. A weak excuse. You can see it in the eyes of your parents that they do not believe you. Your siblings too. But they instead teased you, convinced are they that you must have been with someone.

You decided then, that if you should see him again, you must apologise, it was a mistake, shall never happen again, and to never speak to one another going forward.

It takes two weeks then, for a re-emergence of a shared dream.

You had been psyching yourself up for the encounter.

Except the moment your eyes meet, there is such an unbelievable swell in your chest, an almost immediate heat in your loins. You are beyond smitten.

You let yourself be lost in the feeling.

Days turn to weeks. Weeks to months. And every few days, you found yourself back in his company. Back in his arms. Sometimes, he in yours. And you love it. Guilt be damned you love the attention. The two of you figure that your body must reflect whatever happens to your soul in this Space.

He, tries, to be more mindful of the marks he leaves; but your people already wear next to nothing as it is, so it is a bit of a challenge. You don’t mind though, not anymore. Not after this long. It fills you with confidence, to know you are wanted so deeply, so readily, always.

You find you are able to walk pass those boys who had rejected you with a huff, a flick of the hair. Show them that they are unneeded, and that you have found someone else.

But such a time is not to last. Your family began to pester you; your parents especially. Father is Clan Leader; this you cannot forget. So for his eldest, his daughter, to have some sort of secret lover, he is not exactly keen on. They beg and plead, asking for you to tell them who it is. If this boy, ‘Ha! Boy…’, has accepted you, then they can arrange for him to be your future mate, recognise your future relationship in the clan. Make it official as it were.

You were relucted, obviously. How can you explain to them that you were having, relations, with what is undoubtedly their worst enemy, but also that it wasn’t happening in the real world?

Just when you were slowly coming around to the idea of confessing…it stopped.

Just like that.

No warning. Just complete, nothingness.

When a week had gone by with no Quaritch, you thought nothing of it.

But weeks turn to months. One month becomes two. Two becomes four.

And on the eve of the sixth month, you break. You break down, alone under the Spirit Tree. You connected to Eywa, sobbing, begging, pleading, questioning. ‘Why? Why now?’ If it was so wholly wrong, why put you two together?

You are met with silence.

Months then, turned to years. You never do tell your parents, or your siblings. Your apparent mood change at the seventh months leads them to believe things didn’t work out. It had been months since they saw you with marks in suspicious places. You are grateful they never bring it up though; but you can tell in they walk on egg shells around you that they know.

This goes on for about another few months before all returns to normal.

You miss him, of course. He had been your first love you think. Accepting your body as those boys did not. A freak to them you were. Big breasted and wide hipped. But to him—

“Ahh, you’re all freaks to me darlin’. ‘Sides, if you were human, with a body like that? Pssh, men wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off ye. Lord knows I can’t,” he had winked at you when he said that. That’s when you knew there was no way you could possibly stay away from this man.

But Eywa had other plans it seemed.

“You still with me darlin’?” Your reminiscing is brought to a hastened end by the man before you. He stands just before you, waving a hand in front of your face.

Shit. How long were you staring off into nothing remembering things?

You blink rapidly, then cast your eyes downward. You are far too overwhelmed to look this man in the eye.

“What do you want, Demon?” The last part you spit with venom. You don’t know who this is, but you hate him. Hate that he looks so damn close to your human.

“Ah, so you do speak English…” He takes a step back, crosses his arms and regards you with keen interested. “That was some nasty fall back there. Had the science pukes patch ya up real nice.” You don’t say anything in response.

“Spider tells me you were protecting him. Awfully nice of ya, considering he’s human. Stands to reason then, that I shall return that kindness. Be nice and all that. All you gotta do, is tell me what I wanna know.” He roughly grabs your face in one hand, forcing you to look up at him.

“Where is Jake Sully?”

“As if I would betray my family so easily, Demon! You will get nothing from me!” You all but yell angrily at him. Baring your teeth as threateningly as you can muster.

“Now-now sweetheart, there’s no need to play hard to get. We can do this the easy way. Or the hard way. Your choice. As I said, I’ll be nice. Once. Then I won’t.”

Fear.

Fear bursts through you. You look up at this man, this Demon, this monster and plead with your eyes.

“Please…don’t hurt me…Do not ask this of me…”

Loyalty, even in the face of danger. He admires that. But the soft approach, he’ll save for Spider. His not-son. For you though, savage daughter of that fucking traitor Jake Sully, he’s decided on a not so nice approach.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been here. Hours? Days? Weeks? Time has all but blurred together. You have not seen the outside in so long. Have not felt the sun upon your skin. It is torture. But nothing, truly nothing, compares to that awful machine.

It pulls at your mind, the digging, cutting, searching. The feeling of a thousand metal spiders clawing into your flesh. Yet you do not yield. You think only of the forest. Of tall trees and swinging vines. Of running through the under brush at night when the world is aglow. You force your mind to think of Hells Gate. Of the scientists. Of the many humans you see mulling around.

Each time your screams fall on deaf ears, begging for the pain to stop. Each time you are brought to tears. Only when you start bleeding from your nose are you let free, returned to that awful white room. They don’t bother cuffing you anymore. You simply lay on the floor weeping to yourself till you fall unconscious.

You’re not sure how long you can keep it up. Sooner or later, you will inevitably think of the Hallelujah Mountains, of High Camp.

And where was Spider? Oh Eywa you hope he’s okay. If they put him in that same machine, you vow you would kill them all. Every. Last. Human. Avatar. Whatever. Anything breathing in this forsaken place was dead fucking meat.

Again you weep for him. You hope was safe and not scared and alone. You prayed to Eywa that they treated him with a modicum of decency, at least for being human. You move yourself and the oxygen mask they gave you into the soft bed, small as it was, a better comfort than the floor. You cry yourself to sleep.

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It’s frustrating, Quaritch thinks. It’s been about a week, and still they have come up short. Even with Spider riding along, no progress has been made. It was difficult to even get him to agree to come a long. He had insisted on seeing you, outright refusing to cooperate otherwise. It was only when Quaritch had not to subtly threatened to return him to the science pukes that he relented. Still he demanded to at least know you were safe.

It took little effort to lie to the boy. You were technically safe, so long as they didn’t keep you in that machine longer than you could handle. You had a place to rest. Water and food were given to you. A mask too. By all accounts you were still living and breathing. Close enough to safe.

But you. Stubborn, obstinate, infuriating you. They had yet to break you. Their fancy expensive machine failing them at every turn. Quaritch stares at you on the monitors before him. He can hear you weep. Another failed round. He’s clutching his mug tightly. The General will be on his ass if he doesn’t produce results soon. He’s not exactly her biggest fan either. She’s got an arrogance about her that rubs him the wrong way.

It’s your fault, he thinks, as he stares you. Your fault, that progress has come to a standstill. It pisses him off. If you at least gave them something, anything, this would be a whole lot easier. He slams his mug down, anger bristling his nerves, ire ever growing.

“Turn off the monitors. Me and that hostile are gonna have ourselves, a little chat.”

“Sir…?”

“JUST. DO IT.” The human beside him jumps at his tone, hastily turning off the feed as commanded.

“Now don’t go turning that back on till I return. Trust me, I’ll know.” He fixes the man with a stern look before storming off to your holding cell.

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You awake with a start at the sound of the door opening. You see the Demon step in, then touch the something beside the door. It makes a noise, and you are more than certain he’s locked it. Your stomach drops.

Quaritch looks up at the cameras, making sure there is no red light to indicate it being on. Satisfied, he turns to you once more.

“You know sweetheart. I gotta give it to ya, I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.” He says, taking slow leisurely steps towards you. You bring your knees to your chest, pushing yourself as far back as you can until your met with the cold wall.

“But this can all go away. No more machine. I can get you outta here. All you gotta do is give me what I want.”

“I will give you nothing! Demon!” You hiss at him, but it is for show. You are scared, trapped with this man in a place you can’t escape. Too weak to fight properly. Without thinking, you spit at him, landing your saliva on his chest. Oh, he doesn’t like that.

“One of these days sweetheart, that mouth of yours is gonna get you in a world of trouble.” A frown adorns his face as he says this, looking at the offending wet patch before drawing his eyes back to meet yours.

“Starting today.” In a flash he’s on you, roughly grabbing your queue at the base. You yelp in both surprise and pain, hands automatically clawing at his wrists. He pulls you off the wall to the edge of the bed. He stands before you. He yanks your head back, pulling your face upward.

“You don’t wanna talk? Fine. Let’s put that mouth of yours to good use then, shall we?” The grips your queue tighter, the searing pain lights your nerves once more and you hiss at the feeling. Tears threatening at the edge of your eyes.

You catch movement on the edge of your gaze. With horror you realise what he is doing. He’s unbuckling his pants.

‘Oh no no no, please, Great Mother NO! Not this! Anything but this!’ Your prayer is futile as you watch him pull out his half-hardened cock.

Quaritch didn’t think he’d find your fear so arousing. But that pleading look you give him every time he sees you, he can’t help the bolt of electricity that shoots through him. Even now he can see the fear in your eyes, he can see you know what’s about to happen, and he reveals in the power he has over you. Doesn’t help that you’ve been walking around in that get-up of yours.

He noticed you, that first time he walked into this cell. You definitely were a half-breed, with those five fingers and toes. Even more so did he notice the swell of your breasts, the expansion of your hips. From the images he’s seen on the data pads, you are clearly not like the rest of your kin. Your portions are almost too human.  He’s not sure if it’s this new body, or the memories of the man he’s emulating, but God damn he can’t help himself.

The frustration of it all, topped off with your stubbornness to cooperate, stagnating their operation too boot, has all been building up. He’s just about had enough. This is all your fault. Seems to reason that you should be the one to fix it, he figures.

Before you can even begin to beg, he pulls out a knife, bringing the sharp blade to where he has your queue in his hand.

“Don’t get any funny ideas darling. One wrong move, and it’s bye-bye Eywa. Understood?” Tears silently fall from your eyes; you nod when you feel him loosen his grip ever so lightly. Seeing those tears sends a pleasurable throb to the tip of his dick.

“Good girl.” He lets your head fall forward properly facing him, he shuffles closer, his legs hitting the side of the bed.

“Now, do you need to be told what to do, or do you already know?”

Of course you know. You spent an almost immeasurable amount of time with your beloved human. He showed you things you never dreamed of, touched you in ways your imagination could never suffice. But now those memories were to be tainted, forever marred by the actions of this Demon. Your hesitation is noted, and met with displeasure.

“I ain’t got all day sweetheart.”

With renewed tears you sit on your knees, and take him in one hand.

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Slowly you pump, up and down, from base to tip. It doesn’t take long for him to harden. The sight of your tears dripping onto your exposed chest spurring him on.

He’s massive, you realise. You’re sure Na’vi men aren’t meant to be this well-endowed. You’re almost certain actually, from the stories you shared with you by your friends.

He is thick too; your fingers barely touch when encircled around him. He hums with pleasure, tightening his grip on your queue ever so slightly.

You squeeze tighter, pumping his cock with more force. You hear him suck in a breath.

He brings the knife away from your queue to your mouth.

“Open.” He commands, and you obey. “Wider.” He sticks the knife inside carefully, pressing the flat side of the blade onto your tongue. The cold metal tastes awful, making your mouth water. He uses his thumb to pull one side of your mouth away, examining.

The sight alone causes a shudder through his core. You peering up at him, tears in your eyes, tongue flat, mouth pulled open, drool falling freely. Oh yes, he could get used to this.

He removes the knife from your mouth, back to your queue.

“Use that pretty little mouth of yours darling.”

Your lips tremble at the thought of that massive thing in your mouth. But what choice do you have really? Your lifeline is in his hand; quite literally in fact.

He moves your head closer, loosening his grip to give you some leeway. “Watch those teeth darlin’” he warns as you lean closer still.

Slowly you open your mouth, and give his tip an experimental lick. You hear the Demon suck in a breath through his teeth when he does this. You lick his tip again, then take the hold head into your mouth.

The Demon exhales audibly.

You swirl your tongue around the tip, opening your mouth slightly to ease the motion, all the while pumping his cock with your hand to spread your saliva.

“Hnnn—fuck. Keep going darlin’…” The Demon praises you. Once you deem him sufficiently lubricated, you stick out your tongue and proceed to take more of his cock into your mouth. You stop half way before pulling back. You bring your head back down halfway, meeting your hand that pumps him from base to midway.

You set a slow place, squeezing him as hard as you can with your hand. You can hear his laboured breath as you suck his cock with practiced movements.

“You’ve done this before have you? Fucking whore…Bet you got men just lined up back home—!!!” His words come to abrupt halt, followed by a gasp, when you remove your hand from his cock and plunge the whole length into your mouth. He wasn’t expecting that.

You feel the tip of his dick stroke pass the base of your tongue and tease the inside of your neck. Though you’ve ever sucked any other cock other than your beloved, back when you were still relative to his size, he was sure to show you how to take his cock without chocking. Seems those lessons shall serve you well.

You pull back, tracing the vein on the side of his dick with your tongue. You bring his tip to your lips and swirl your tongue around it hastily, before sucking the whole length back down your throat.

“Ffffuuuuuck—” the Demon all but moans loudly, hips sway slightly.

He throws the knife to the floor suddenly, wraps your queue around one wrist, the grabs both sides of your head in his hands.

He starts fucking you like that, holding your head still and he pumps into your throat with reckless abandon. He unashamedly moans, feeling the soft smooth slick of your tongue graze his dick, while his tip meets the inner walls of your throat.

You don’t expect him to go so fast, the intrusion at such a speed shocks you, and you gag unintentionally. This doesn’t deter him at all though, seems to spur him on further. Faster he fucks you, powerful muscles clenched tight as he drives his hard cock down your bruising throat. Each time he can see the imprint of his dick push on your throat and it sends a jolt of pleasure through him.

You look up then, glistening eyes brimming with tears, nose running slightly. Your hands hold onto his wrists for balance. His face is contorted into one of inexplicable pleasure. Eyes half lidded, glazed over, mouth agape, he moans loudly without shame. He’s so close. He can feel it. He’s teetering on that precipice of release. He just needs a little bit more.

One hand leaves your head. He reaches to your shoulder to grab the lines of fabric there. With one powerful pull the threads break, beads and other small trinkets go flying about the room.

You make some kind of shocked noise around his cock; the vibrations send pleasurable waves all throughout.

“Aaaaahhh—fuck yes baby that’s it! Let me see you play with those pretty tits of yours! Come on now!” He yells as he brings his hand back to your head, holding you still once more, resuming his brutal pace.

Timidly you bring your hands to your now openly exposed breasts. You cup yourself in each hand, squeezing gently, you start to massage yourself in lazy circles. You moan around his cock without thinking, the feeling of playing yourself sending a small jolt of pleasure to your pussy.

“Come on baby, come on yes that’s it, you’re such a good girl for me, my fucking little savage whore! Just a little more!”

You move to pinch your nipples as you press your tits together, and you moan a muffled scream at the pleasure lighting your nerves.

That does it for him. With one final powerful thrust into your throat, he cums. Hard. You feel the thick streams of his seed coat the inner walls of your throat. He pulls back and thrusts back in a few more times, filling your mouth with his hot sticky cum.

He holds your head to the base of his cock, your nose pressed against his groin.

“Swallow it baby…Don’t waste a single drop now.” You swallow, drinking deep. You give his cock a couple hard sucks, making sure you drink every last drop. Slowly you pull your head back, his dick comes out with a pop. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue out of habit. Quaritch would always inspect your mouth like this, make sure you were a good girl and didn’t waste his gift to you.

The Demon smirks down at you, his breathing laboured. He sees your tail flick behind you, only then does he notice his also swaying behind him with reckless abandon. He releases your queue then. You almost weep at the relief that floods you. Without a word he puts his semi-soften cock back in his pants, collects his knife and secures it back in place. He gives himself a once over before turning to face you once more.

You’re still sitting on your knees. There’s a thick blush from your tits, up your neck, and splayed beautifully across your cheeks. You’re looking up at him with glistening eyes, apprehension on your face, clearly unsure of what is so happen now.

He clears his throat.

“I suggest, you think ‘bout cooperating. Next time, I might not be so nice.” He leaves without another word. You’re almost shocked by the hastened retreat. When the door shuts behind him, you release the breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

You immediately bring your braid to you front and hold it tight to your chest. You’re crying is renewed tenfold. To lose one’s queue is a fate worse than death. You’ve heard the horror stories. The pain, the fire, the seizures. It is an unsightly thing. And survival is not guaranteed. Even then, what sort of life could you really have, without your connection? Without being about to make tsaheylu? You continue to cry as you rock back on forth, tail wrapping around you in distress.

You swallow your excess saliva, still tasting that Demon’s cum on your tongue.

Without him here, looming over you with the threat of danger, you come to realise an awful thing.

He tastes just like Quaritch.

You all but scream in frustration as you cry even harder.

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[littleyukki5033]

BloxFell

New bloxfell post yuh!!! Since I decided to make this into an AU? Might as well start posting new art of it! Sans work at Bloxburgers and wants to go home all the time (but he doesn't quit cause he likes his manager, she a good manger (my oc lol))

I kept thinking about what Papyrus would work at but there any jobs I thought suit him in Bloxburg so I was just thinking he a chef at a fancy restaurant. Again FANCY. He hates Sans working at Bloxburger calling it greasy and stuff. If not a chef, maybe a cop with Undyne.

BloxFell AU: Belongs to me

Inspiration from Bloxburg on Roblox and my avatar being fell sans

SacredFell AU is open for asks

[1nfinitears]

drawing w/ my friend on vrc

(I drew our avatar’s (kinda not really)

they’re the classic sans and im fell except we kept on changing stuff so heh)

+them scaring the absolute shit out of me because the avatar they have can go invisible and they jumpscared me😭😭

Im so bad at dealing w/ spooky stuff they bully me and abuse me about it every day/j

bestie if u see this ily💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

*LASER BEAM BLASTTT*

btw it’d be awesome to get another autistic vrc bestie✨✨✨✨(IM LITERALLY BEGGING IM ON MY FUCKING KNEES RN PLEASE)

Ahem…. Ignore that… anyway its almost 6am gn goobers💛💛💛💛💛

(reposted from my cara)

[glitchedspace]

Only 10 images per post? That's silly.

Bit of a disclaimer, I know sone people don't like Lust Sans, so the images are gonna be under the cut. I have about 18 images, but Tumblr doesn't like that many so...

Again Lust Sans and his Fell variation past this point!

So, these two Lust Sans' were very well made and were used quite a bit about two years ago. I know I used the FellLust LustFell? more than Lust. I even nicknamed them Velvet far before I knew the original creator of them calls them Garnet. And I call Velvet them, cause I see them as genderfluid.

I remember the avatars being able to toggle on and off the ectobody, tongues(?), and taking on and off Lust's vest and Velvet's coat.

As you can probably guess, these avatars don't exist anymore. I don't remember who it was, (even if I did, I wouldn't put it out for them to be witchhunted) but someone had ripped the Lust model, covered it in rainbows and called it their OC. So like Lovecube, the creator of the avatars removed them from VRChat and either left, or changed their username.

Both the Lust and FellLust avatars were made by DatWabbits (can't remember if that's how it was spelled)

The Hall of Souls Snowdin world was made by ☆Frisk☆

The shadow's Throne room was made by ShadowFluid666

The Undernet world was made by CHARA

I don't remember which world the third image was in.

I used to have this one favorited and it's a good model. I know it was made quite a bit after the previous Velvet avatar was made and has similar toggles to it, but with the ability to remove the two golden fingers and I believe it has gogoloco and a few dances.

The FellLust Sans avatar is made by Sansy'

The Just B Club world was made by Blue-kun

This one I have currently and love quite a bit. I know it comes with toggling on and off the ectobody, the coat and maybe the shirt. You can also pull out a sharp bone in each hand and I believe it also has gogoloco.

The Heartbreaker avatar is made by ༒ Eowyn ༒

The Just B Club world was made by Blue-kun

[hoursofreading]

THE ONLY BOOTH that stood out was at the far end of the exhibition hall. A company had tented its little patch of real estate with an inflatable white cube that looked like a large, quivering marshmallow. Inside the cube was Keith, a soft-spoken man whose earnest features and round physique conveyed a gnome-like benevolence. Beside Keith was a large screen. On the screen was a woman. The woman had dark hair, dark eyes, and purple lips that endeavored a smile. Her shoulders rose and fell, as if to suggest the act of breathing, and though she looked toward me, her gaze was elsewhere. “This is Chatty,” Keith shouted over the roar of the blowers keeping his enclosure erect. Keith worked for SapientX, a company that makes photorealistic conversational avatars powered by ChatGPT. SapientX had custom-built Chatty for Project Voice. Chatty could answer questions about the conference agenda and show you a map of the exhibition floor, except she couldn’t do it just then, said Keith, because they couldn’t seem to connect her to the wi-fi. Keith was happy enough to walk me through the visuals. Chatty’s face was the collaborative effort of fifty different companies. A company in Toronto did the eyes. “There’s like eight guys and all they do is eyes all day,” he said. Chatty’s face was a composite of several different races. Her voice was a composite of several different women. Her voice still needed some work, he admitted. “Right now she’s kinda mean.” I picked up a brochure that featured a roster of “digital employees,” complete with their names, headshots, and “personality scores.” I wondered what industries might hire them. “They’re mostly for kiosks,” Keith responded with a tone of defeat. “Like at a mall or a museum. Also military training. Stuff like that.” Keith directed my attention to the exterior of the cube. A large banner depicted an older male, prosaically handsome, with a square jaw, a custardy dollop of silver hair, and pale, limpid eyes. This was Chief, said Keith. “He’s a navy guy. And he talks like a navy guy. We work in forty different languages. So if you’re training someone in Ukraine how to operate an American tool, we have that language built in.” Keith went back inside to rustle me up a T-shirt. He told me that the company was also breaking into health care — nursing homes, to be precise. Keith explained the vision. Your mom is old, and you’re constantly reminding her to take her medicine. Why not leave that to an avatar? The avatar can converse with your mom, keep her company, fill up the idle hours of the day. Plus, you can incorporate a retina scanner to check her blood pressure and a motion sensor to make sure she isn’t lying dead on the floor. “Say there’s an elderly woman with dementia,” he said. “Her avatar will look like she did when she was younger. So she has someone to identify with. Does that make sense?” I imagined a future geriatric Keith, lying in a nursing home bed, conversing with his younger self. Would such an arrangement appeal to him? “There’s not going to be a choice,” he said. “A lot of old people are going to be talking to avatars in ten years, and they won’t even know it. When I was touring facilities in San Francisco for people with dementia and stuff, those places are like insane asylums. But some patients still have some cognitive function, and that’s who the technology would be for. It’s definitely not going to apply to the guys that are comatose.” We stood in silence for a moment, and he faced Chatty, who hovered before us, drifting in her strange, waking trance. “I wish they could fix the internet,” said Keith. “I swear, she gets nasty. She like, looks at me bad.”

An Age of Hyperabundance | Issue 47 | n+1 | Laura Preston

[wildwoodshotelsystem-tm]

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Kacia age: 4324 years old role: trama holder/ gatekeeper Personality: from ancient Greece she is a follower of Hades and deemed a 'Hades kid' in Percy Jackson words she is mostly serious and taken a mother role in the system for Klee. Mom jokes for days. platypus obsessed

Estrellita age:5 role: little Personality: sassy yet dumb and funny. can and will throw hands with someone 5x their height and body weight. if not energized she tired eepy and sensitive

Sans age: 39 role: protector/ trauma holder/introject (Undertale) personality: lazy but strong and pun master. can and will rock kids' shit. other sans alters and aus include: ink error geno fell flower-fell Swap Dream Killer Nightmare Dust Fellswap and the littles: Bitty Au versions

Hu Tao age:15 role: trama holder/introject (Genshin Impact) personality: brash playful and friendly. jokester

Maomao age: 17 role:trama holder/introject (Apothecary Diaries) Personality: calm and apathetic but sometimes ruthless when her rules aren't followed. gets excited when talking about poisons

Ticci Toby age: 17 role: trauma holder/persecutor/introject (Creepypasta) personality: usually upbeat and hyperactive but very sarcastic and temperamental. jerkish and annoying.

Zagreus age: also centuries years old role:trauma-holer/introject (Hades) personality: sassy lil boy that is dating the grim reaper aka Thanatos

SCP-999 age: idk its a little orange blob role:little/introject (SCP) personality: living anti depressant that loves sweets and will seek out sad people to cheer up Haku age: 21 role:trauma holder/protector personality: quiet and mostly speaks about business but likes casual conversations about scps she's friends with

SCP-049 age:real fucking old again role: introject (SCP) personality: wants to cure the Pestilence and keeps the body from germs. thinks that body is free from the Pestilence if hes in her mind and likes to learn new thing

Jack Frost age: 16 but actually really old role: introject (Rise of The Guardians) personality: a laidback prankster that likes chilling with kids and making them laugh and have fun

Amity Blight age: 14 role: trauma holder/introject(The Owl House) personality: perfectionist little gay that likes to get good grades and making the people she loves proud

Toph Beifong age:16 role: protector/introject(ATLA) personality: a headstrong bunt character that lis a bit smug yet loyal to friends.

Klee age: 8 role: little/introject (Genshin Impact) Personality: troublemaker and refuses to sit still. naive and a bit ditsy.

Riddle Rosehearts age: 17 Role: Protector/self helper/introject (Twisted Wonderland) Personality: stubborn, rule stickler, sheltered boy, anger issues, healing

Angel Dust age: 37 Role: trauma holder/ prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: can and will go back to people who harms them usually expects harm. this version of AD does not like to be called Anthony.

Alastor age: 40 Role: prosecutor/introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: manipulative and catty does not like the internet so he often doesn't speak in here if he does it's Riddle typing it out for him

Lucifer Morningstar age: reallll old but still younger than Kacia. Role: trama holder/introject (Hazbin Hotel) personality: duck obsessed socially awkward king of hell.

Stolas age: 36 Role: Protector/introject (Helluva Boss) Personality: flirtatious but romanticly awkward and dad figure for Klee

Macaque age: also a couple centuries-old holy cow- Role: protector/introject (lego Monkey Kid) Personality: sassy and only a hint of manipulation can and will deck kids in the face. the just freed from prison uncle (literally happened in the show)

Zuko age: 16 Role:Trauma holder/introject (Avatar the last air bender) Personality: awkward turtle duck that is healing and slight tiny hint of anger issues

Sir Pentious age: 45 role:introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: awkward but passionate and will cry for his little egg bois

TommyInnit age:17 role:introject (Twitch) personality: loud aggressive and cocky but means well

Technoblade age:23 role: trauma holder/introject (DSMP) personality: blunt quiet and some humor but has not been talking since sources death if he does talk alert Kacia, its a monumental moment

Tamaki Suoh Age: 17 role: introject (ouran high school host club) Personality: cocky loud and flirtatious when left unchecked if you are uncomfortable with his flirting when hes out alert Kacia

Hobbert "Hobie" Brown age:20 Role: trauma holder/ introject (Spiderman into the Spider-verse) Personality: chill anarchist who doesn't belive in teams. doesn't belive in consistency.

Adam age: real old again Role: prosecutor/ introject (Hazbin Hotel) Personality: womanizer flirt crude and annoying

Serial Designation V Age:idk 16 or smth in the teens Role:introject (Murder Drones) Personality: originally manic and insane with a blood (oil?) thirst but now a kindish self-sacrificial friend loving bot who will attack threats.

Esme age: 5 role: little Personality: quiet and meek but likes to talk about flowers

Shadow the Hedgehog age:50 but physically 20 role: Introject(Sonic)/former prosecutor personality: chill bit of edge lord but protective of littles and women in general, he drinks respect women juice by the gallon. "Hip with the kids" and people actually like him-

Asaki Age: 24 Role: Protector Personality: Loud and competitive. Irritable and the child of Zagreus and Thanatos. Can be quiet when she wants to.

Thanatos Age: FUCKING OLD Role: introject (Hades) Personality: Quiet loverboy who loves Zagreus (maybe a little too much ykyk?)

Bill Cypher Age: OLD AGAIN Role: Proscutor/Introject (Gravity Falls) Personality: Manipulative little fuck that will drive the host insane with despair. Proceed him with caution.

Dr. Doofenshmirtz Age: 47 Role: Introject (Phineas and Ferb) Personality: a dreamer of great height yet also dense but has a good heart behind his "evil plans"

Sun Wukong/Monkey King Age: old ass manRole: Protector/Introject (Lego Monkie Kid)Personality:Arrogant egotistical smug but protective and lazy at the same time

The St. Cassian High School Choir (Ride The Cyclone):

Ocean O’Connell Rosenberg Role: Introject Personality: a perfectionist over-achiever

Noel Gruber: Role: Introject A dreamer gay boy who wants to be a cold-hearted worker.

Mischa Bachinski Role: Introject Personality: A seemingly angry boy who spews profanity and likes to rap but in actuality he is a lover boy who is devoted to his fiance in Ukraine

Ricky Potts Role: Introject Personality: A soft-spoken boy who is very imaginative and is a cat lover.

Jane Doe/Penny Lamb Role: Trauma holder/Introject Personality: She is kind of like a child learning things for the first time and is soft-spoken, with no memory of who she was before the accident and headspace.

Constance Blackwood Role: Introject Personality: Just a bit self-conscious but can be a bit self-assured with bursts of confidence.

Beetle Juice Age: OLD ASS MAN AGAIN- Personality: this man is just alex brightman bro wtf- playful and jokeser that has a soft spot for kids

Frisk Age:8 Role: little/introject (Undertale) Personality: mute shy no gender child that likes to explore

Nimona Age: a couple thousand years old but physically 15-16 Role: Trama holder/Introject (Nimona Movie) Personality: Passionate loud and protective with a liking for chaos. Never, ever, call her a monster.

[bunningchaos]

Swap and Fell, one would rather sit on the floor in order to not make things awkward whereas the other is concerned.

Yes they are humanized in this drawing, why? Look below the cut if you want to find out, otherwise just dont

Do let me know if I get any of this credits wrong

Underswap Sans belongs to Popcorn Pr1nce, on... Uh, where?

Underfell Sans belongs to Fella/Vic, on tumblr

The main reason why I got this idea was when I was playing a game, specifically a Undertale game on Roblox

Here's the reference I used! A friend and mine's avatars were humanized version of Swap and Fell soo.. why not

[findteenpenpals]

hii im dolly a bi 16 year old im from a small country in south east asian and im in desperate need of friends you just need to be like 14-18 (╥_╥) im a yapper you cant rant/cent to me about everything ill gladly listen im into everything actually like

-animanga such as neon evangelion genisis,black butler,goodnight pun pun,ghost in shell,vegabond,berserk,nana,chobits,monster,junji ito,veil,beck,lucky star,mha,k-on,free,angel of death,paradise kiss, land of lustrous,wonder egg priority,cow bebop,blue lock,ergo proxy,madoka,mahou shojo,belladonna of sadness,jojo,full metal alchemist,soul eaters,monster and more<3

-cinematography have my heart especially asian films made by shuji iwai and wong kai war my fav films rn are lily chou chou,in the mood for love,kamikaze girl,linda linda,hand maiden and monster,helter skelter

-i love gls please im so obsessed with bloom into you,i fell in love with a villainess,Kase-san and Morning Glories,the guy i fell in love with wasnt a guy at all,begin with you name,syrup

-im into horror anything from analog horror like local 58/backrooms to horror games like silent hill,fatal frame,little nightmares,kuon to horror novels like pet semantary

-i listen to everything but my primary taste goes to shoegaze,metal,jpop,vocaloid,dreamcore,visual kei,shibuya kei and classical or anything from the 60s-80s

-i love literature my favorite genre has to be philosophy,psychology,horror,feminist literature and my top books are like paradise rot,earthlings,anything by dostoevsky,twillight over burma,breast and eggs

-kpop,jpop,cpop peeps im into loosemble/loona,sing,pentagon,phantom silta,perfums,akb48,dreamcatcher,namie amuro,tommyfebruary6/tommyheavenly6,red velvet

-i am pretty much a fashion and thrifting addict i collect designer items and im into fashion history which can go from alt subcultures,jfashion and high fashion history

-i also play games like dress to impress,final fantasy,fatal frame,kuon,silent hill,genshin,wuthering waves,love and deepspace,resident evil,fnaf,little misfortune,little nightmares,cry of fear,franbow,cat lady,hello kitty island adventures,pokemon,class of 06

-cartoons are my thing:gravity falls,adventure time,mlp,ever after high,monster high,steven universe,ultraman,over the garden wall,hazbin hote,bee and puppycat,avatar,the loud house

-im into nekopara,super sonico and me you and her

can you tell im autistic 🧍‍♀️ but really tho you dont have to be shy or anything with me you can literally info dump on your first message and i’ll gladly listen

you can msg me on tumblr: @d0lliez

dc:maymay28

or gmail:girlyp881@gmail.com

@d0lliez

[duskterrace]

local ghost spotted posting intro five days late, anomaly muns claim. many express shock over ghost's sudden appearance. ✩ ( let's pretend this is introduction is actually on time and i wasn't panicked about how little i had ready lmao)

sorry for the super late introduction guys and thank you admins for being so understanding with me and my sweet summer child ! hi everyone ! ✩ im ghost ( they/them, 21+, est ) sleepy and back from the afterlife to offer up seo jinsol, your local 23 year old disaster astronomy major with the ability to manipulate the presence of yin and yang within themselves ! i've been so excited for this rp, and i honestly cant wait to start plotting with everyone. everything you could possibly need on jinsol is below, along with some headcanons and wanted plots! my discords available for anyone who needs it ( and pls need it tumblrs ims will be the death of me ). pls send a dm or leave a like if you'd like to plot so i can race over and gush over your muse(s) !

ㅤ STATS   |  ABILITY   | BIO (U/C)   |  PLOTS | PINTEREST  | PLAYLIST

✩ BASIC INFORMATION.

name seo jinsol  ╱ age twenty3 ╱ pronouns he/they/she ╱ gender possibly ╱ birthday december 13, 1999 ╱ birthchart sagittarius sun aquarius moon leo rising ╱ hometown hongdae, seoul ╱ orientation bisexual, androsexual lean  ╱ personality outgoing, playful, confident, thrill-seeking, sarcastic, impulsive, stubborn, hot-tempered, curious ╱ faceclaim choi san ( ateez ) & hwang yeji ( itzy ) ╱ character inspo post ponytail zuko & sokka ( atla ), jordan li ( gen v ), beast boy & starfire ( dc titans )

✩ HEADCANONS. tw: far too many avatar the last airbender references.

raised with manners, so they're very respectful. especially of their elders and women. they don't eat first when elders are present, they offer assistance with tasks ( normally being the first to jump to help someone ), they tend to offer to listen to someones worries, etc.

since their power is based on internal balance an yin and yang, they can be found doing a lot of activities around campus to clear their mind from time to time. ranging from yoga in the morning, to sketching, jogging, endurance workouts, forcing themself to relax, and burning incense. think uncle iroh but as a modern day, 23 year old college student. when their energy ( chi ) isn't balanced, they experience disharmony, a very tiring process that causes the typical results of disharmony except ... personified. so gender switching to female, being depressed, stressed and anxious with tummy issues ( normal hot girl sh*t imo ) all at the same time and against their will etc.

contrary to how i explain them, they are not as calm, collected nor as wise as uncle iroh. they more so have the personality of zuko, around when he started being hot and also sokka. so sarcastic, awkward, still a hot head, playfully, clumsy, and always cracking a joke or two. the vibes of a beloved leader that probably shouldn’t be leading.

they're wanderlust coded. i have this weird headcanon of them, where its a day off and they just turn off their phone at night and go for a walk in the city and just exist, looking at the city lights, sitting and looking at the river, grabbing ice cream even though its cold out side and then eventually heading back to the dorms as if they didn't just disappear for a few hours without a word. they definitely do this often too, while eating some cheap buy buy one get one snack they bought at the a convenience store.

despite how they may act sometimes, they love skinship; on that note, physical touch & quality time are their love languages.

silly but their side of the dorm follows the rules of feng shui and they’d probably playfully nag their roommate ( or any friend really ) to let them just to rearrange one of their things so their stuff fits in the room a little better.

following the ( TW ) death of their grandmother, they fell into the deepest depression and stopped wearing the patch for a while, ( no longer than a month ). the extremely negative emotions they faced kept them female the entire time, but soon enough they caught feelings for someone. feeling happier, they started the went back on the patch again. in the crudest tldr; they got their heart broken pretty badly. they decided to go off of the nullivi patch one last time after falling head over heels for a normal person. the showed them their ability, and just to be completely truthful about who they were, they shifted. it backfired pretty quickly and they were shunned, shamed and rejected. this is one incident they still struggle with letting go, and it currently affects how they view / form relationships.

they don't hate nullivi but they don't like it either. it messes with their internal balance which can make it tough to use their powers later and requires a pretty strict regimen when off of nullivi to balance their energies again.

They actively seek connections. They’d give anything to connect and have someone understand them, deeply and intrinsically without feeling like they’re being judged for who they are. They want to be able to open up and have someone see them for them; for whats really the inside and not just whats the outside, no matter what form they may take.

* more coming soon, only one braincell is on shift tonight .

✩ WANTEDPLOTS. *more plots en route.

CRUSH : it starts with those shy glances across the room and before they know it , all of a sudden all of the songs they listen to were about your muse. for some reason, your muse has caught jinsol's eye. your muse gives them butterflies, hope even, but they don't call it a crush for nothing. ( possible routes: unrequited & requited ) SPRING FLING : what you had was quick and fun, and meaningless. in the end, there was a clear agreement from both sides that it was no strings attached, hence a clean break was expected. so why does it feel weird watching you walk by them without a word? and why does it sting to see you with someone else? THE DREADED GROUP PROJECT : lets be real, no one in this group ever really liked each other. Since the start of the semester they've kept a pretty good distance from each other, but despite their best efforts, this year they share a class and even worse they've been partnered together for a group project. their final grade is literally dependent on them working together and fast. will they do suck it up long enough to pass ? ( 0 / 2 ) A RIVAL : no need for formalities here. this is someone they just can't seem to see eye to eye with. your muse is someone who sees their presence as a threat and/or vice versa. it could be a friendly rivalry, or a genuine grudge filled feud. whatever it is, bring on the angst ! ( * would be great for rival muses in other rally houses )  TRAINER:  someone they can honestly throw down with. as a member of samjoko, they're constantly trying to find new ways to use their abilities to their advantage. whether its through regular hand to hand combat or testing the limits of their powers, they crave the power to propel samjoko's reputation further and feel like its their sole responsibility to harness said power. EX: a recent ex that broke them / or / the person they broke . the first person they sorta came out to about everything. their playlist has to be full of sad-ish songs for a reason right? this person is the reason, the reason for their glow up in public, and glow down in private. the break up could've been they're fault, could've been the other persons. all they know is... they hate that they still think about your muse as often as they do.  OTHERS : fellow members of samjoko, other residents in blue dorm, the usual fwb/ewb, enemies, childhood friend, friend groups, acquaintances, roommate etc connections. maybe people in the same major/classes, or another club of some kind?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDo you wish to make a connection?        ▶︎ YES.ㅤㅤㅤ NO.

[avatarvyakara]

Random thought for the day, but one that’s kind of important to me.

If you specifically appreciate (or care little about) one partner being violent, or callous, or rude in a fictional relationship, romantic or familial or platonic, whatever the cause, ask yourself how it would be if even one partner’s gender changed.

Like San holding a knife at Ashitaka’s throat. Swap it so Shichiro, the Wolf Prince, threatens to cut Princess Asami’s throat, only to be told he’s handsome.

Like Ana Skywalker, with children born but a family to save, choking her husband, Padmus.

Like Avatar Korin barging into his girlfriend’s workplace, yelling at her, overturning her desk, and leaving in a huff, because Mitsuki, a police officer, reported that her boyfriend was about to start a world war. Only for Mitsuki to be told by her boss, Lin, son of the mighty Tohu Beifong, “You got lucky. You should have seen Air Temple Island when Pema broke up with me.” And then, somehow, be seen as the problem when her two ex-boyfriends get together.

Like Queen Amphitrite destroying the collection of surface-world objects of her youngest son, Ariel, because he fell in love with a human girl.

Like Princess Johanna of the Southern Isles leaving her betrothed, Prince Anders, to die of a frozen heart, only for a recovered Anders to deck her hard enough to knock her off a boat—to thunderous applause from his citizens.

Like strong, powerful Gabrielle barging in and insisting that shy (and quite small) bookworm Beau should put aside his books because “a real man doesn’t read” and marry her, and get his mother Mauricette incarcerated unless he gives in—then locking him up and going off to kill the Beast whom Beau fell in love with.

And if you can’t justify it to yourself? Maybe think about leaving that aspect—or that relationship—or that person—behind.

Violence is sexless—not limited to gender and definitely not attractive.

[2tr4ng3r]

Fell Sans!

[restingobject5757]

Ngl I’ve been always thinking of this same question. But I felt like you missed some and I wanted to make a more in-depth list just for fun! I also put them in alphabetical order. Mostly. I am not certain if this is all of them but I think it is. Might be missing one or two. 

A

Agger (sub aus off this story) 

Mc is a child 

Mc is little ie bitty 

Boys are children 

Boys are yandere

Everyone is a child 

Hits a baby 

Mc dies 

Gaster sans joins 

Swap fell sans joins 

Aggre High School Host Club AU

Alligator

mc a baby 

Boys are yandere

Among us

boys are imposter 

Mc is imposter

Angels

mc is a angel boys are demons 

Boys are angels and mc is a demon

Apocalypse au 

zombie mc 

Arranged marriage

Asylum

Atlantis

Avatar

B

Beauty and the beast/beast AU 

Birdtale AU 

Bakery AU 

C

Coraline

Circus au 

College AU 

Coffee shop

Crafttale 

Cats return au? 

Centipede sans? 

D

Dragons

where they are kights 

Or just for trying to be wandering kights

hydra

Dnd AU 

in the world 

Playing the world 

dancetale

Demons

ghost hunter AU 

Summon AU 

Familiar AU

E

Egyptian AU 

F

Five nights at Freddy’s

original 

security breach 

Yn is a “officer”  

daycare attendant 

Yn in a child. 

Forest God

Fairytale

Fox

Folklore

Fairy MC

Farmers

G

Goose AU 

mc a duck 

H

Hospital

Harry Potter 

Sculls a death eater. 

Hasben hotel

Hunchback of Notre Dame

Harpys AU 

zoo

High school students

I

(Nothing)

J

Jekyll and Hyde 

K

Kindom 

mc a princess 

Mc a servant

L

(Nothing)

M

Moths

zoo

Mc is a moth.

Mityose

Moon god 

Mamma Mia 

N

Naga 

The boys are little 

yandere

Only Yn a naga

All of them are naga

Zoo AU 

O 

Orchestral AU 

P 

Pride and Prejudice

Prison AU

Portal 

Yn a baby. 

Bad ending. 

Phantom of the opera

Pirates

Pokémon

Yn is a Pokémon 

Boys are Pokémon 

Q

(Nothing)

R

Reporter au 

Reincarnation

boys are yandere

Robots

mc is a robot 

S

Steven universe

Siren

boys are yandere 

Zoo

Mc is the siren 

Mc is the siren and the fisher boys kidnap her 

Mc is the siren with a baby. 

Baby boys zoo AU 

Baby mc zoo AU 

Community tank

Mc a mermaid

Mc a baby mermaid

Antarctica AU 

Antarctica AU Baby mc

Superheroes

Subnautica

Shipwrecked 

Superhero

Selke

Super villain MC

scarecrow

boys are yandere

Singing

Spiders 

zoo 

T

Test tube

The story AU (Can’t remember the name, hit Marrys mc and mc reads story’s to keep him from killing her)

U

(Nothing)

V 

Vampire

W

Wonderland

boys are yandere 

Wild West

boys are yandere

Wizards

X

(Nothing)

Y

(Nothing)

Z 

(Nothing)

Hello hello! I’ve a been a fan of your stuff for a little while but I always get confused with how many AUs you have! For the sake of me and any new fans who have a favorite AU, could you name all of your AUs, and the basic concept of them? Please and thank you!!

I mean.

You asked for it. Here's every au.

Nagas

Sirens

Harpies

Skiders

Moths

Forest Gods

Pride and Prejudice

Coffee shop

Asylum inmates

Prison inmates

Daycare Attendants from FNAF

Portal

Ancient mummies in a crypt

Beasts (beauty & the beast style)

High school students

Ghosts

Ghost HUNTERS (& demons)

Gods in general

Fairy MC

Dragons (including one where they were all different head on one hydra)

Robots

Build-a-wife related AUs

Avatar (the good one not the blue one)

Pirates

Vampires

Wizards (howl's moving castle style)

Knights

Among Us aliens

Wild west cowboys

Steven Universe gems

Mobsters

Cheshire cats

Coraline monsters

DnD party

Farmers

Mamma Mia surprise dads

Demon familiars to a witch

[badmusejail]

What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak? - Gaster, Ozai

canon questionare. Gaster, Ozai What’s the worst thing about the canon you are writing?

(For the sake of this ask I'm going to define 'the canon you are writing' to mean the actual canon of the source material rather than the canon of the blog. Which is probably what the ask meant, but just to be sure.)

What a tough question, for two series considered to be masterful examples of storytelling!

For Undertale, the timeline tends to frustrate me.

The opening implies that monsters were sealed underground "long ago," but the monsters clearly have some semblance of modern technology, some of which came from the surface. It's implied that Asgore and Toriel used to live in the Ruins and that Asriel found Chara there, but they had to move to New Home at some point before Chara and Asriel died in order for Toriel to flee to the Ruins. Then there's the fact that Chara said they arrived there some point in "201X", which is vague and even more confounding; especially with the fact that "legends say" people that climb the mountain never return implies that the children who disappeared did so sporadically over the years outside of official documentation.

Adding Sans and Papyrus makes it even worse, as Papyrus's dialogue implies he's never seen a human before, which implies they "showed up and asserted themselves" after the previous human fell, which happened ??? who knows when!

I understand that there are fan theories and such that piece the events together, but I try not to look at them too much, as I'd rather build my own interpretation of the events. Personally, I just entirely disregard the "201X" as a different calendar system LMAO.

For Avatar: The Last Airbender, it's actually Ozai himself--or rather the narrative's treatment of him. I understand that it is a kid's show, and at the end of the day you need a baddie for thematic closure, but for a show that emphasizes love, compassion, and forgiveness, it takes a character that's implied to have never had any of those things and outright demonizes him.

A lot of people make the comparison that Ozai is what Zuko could have become, but a lot of people fail to understand the implication of that: Ozai is what Zuko would have become, without love and compassion-- because he never had it.

None of this is explicit in the show, of course; it's all implied under the narrative. It's just really sad, I think, and it's a big part of why I try to portray him and Iroh as varying shades of gray rather than demonizing Ozai and deifying Iroh.

Remember, judging by their relative ages, Iroh was likely older than Ozai is now when he had his change of heart.

Have you tweaked the character from canon? If so, what did you tweak?

Gaster doesn't really have much of a canon to draw from, but I think I've got it all.

For Ozai...it's less 'tweaking' and more... putting a different spin on it. I don't like outright ignoring canon and I try to implement everything I can; even if it is ugly; which most of Ozai's is.

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I don't know much about Blueberror other than he was a Swap Sans that was taken from his AU and Error kinda forgor Blue was in the Anti-void, causing Blue to become like Error. At least, that's how I think it went down.

I've seen fanart that shows him fine with who he is and on friendly terms with Error and some where he resents and hates Error.

Had fun taking these pics. There is a button thing you can click in the Anti-void that changes everything from white to the background in the picture for how bright it is.

Blueberror is such a goofy little guy. He has different clothing toggles like taking on and off his scarf, pauldrons, armor, boots and gloves. You can also change the armor to his original colors. He also comes with a chocolate bar and a bone weapon in his either his left, right, or both hands. He has emotion toggles, which can give him...... a very cracked out look if combined with his hand gestures. He can summon two star abilities, one which floats in his hands and the other he can use to fly on (PC allows for actual flying, while Quest users have to use Gogoloco). You can turn on the floating Errors and he has Gogoloco.

The world is a really good hangout/roleplay world. It has Ink's Doodlesphere, Error's Anti-void, and the Fell brother's house in the new Xtale AU (best way I can describe it). The Doodlesphere has a mirror, pens, props, and a platform you can teleport up to. The Anti-void has a toggle for the background lighting, a mirror, camera system, props, and a hammock (that I dunno how to get to by normal means). The Fell brother's house has a mirror and props.

I tried getting a shot of Blueberror peeking through the portal leading from the Doodlesphere to the Anti-void, but my camera didn't want to cooperate.

The Blueberror-V2 avatar was made by @dragonfire1000

The Underverse world is made by Sunniedaze