#heartfell toriel

[capricioussun]

Heartfell hcs?????

Heartfell !!! Heartfell !!!!!!

♡ Asgore is crazy!! This man coped with grief by developing a god complex (very normal reaction)

♡ Papyrus loves Mettaton, but he tries not to admit it too much, he draws a lot of inspiration from him and admires him so much

♡ ...which is super ironic given how much Mettaton hates himself. Sort of. It's complicated... At least he (used to) like his style so there's that..?

♡ Toriel has so much heart shaped kitchenware and decor and she tries so so hard to make herself and her home inviting, it's really a lovely place to live, trust her, stay, stay!

♡ Sans is always sweaty because his damn coat makes him so so hot but Papyrus picked out his outfit so he keeps it on, lest he disappoint him and make him think he doesn't find it completely and totally cool and fashionable

♡ Alphys is somehow both more and less insecure than usual Fell style AUs because she has more of an influence in popular underground culture, which gives her a leg up in being more socially accepted, but at the same time, she's well aware how much others are growing to resent the way their world is, and struggles with taking that personally (despite they mostly hate the parts she has very little to do with)

♡ Undyne still regularly has tea with Asgore despite the uh, rough patch they had in the early days of her becoming captain

♡ Flowey has definitely gotten good at playing the game, so to speak, but he’s become incredibly resentful of it all. It's so horribly fake, it's like slathering pink paint and heart stickers over rotting boards and he can't stand being around others for very long, even Papyrus...

♡ Unrelated, but unfortunately he does still have a lot of nostalgia for the heart shaped strawberry rolls Toriel used to make

♡ Grillby, while still fitting in seamlessly, is one of the few who doesn't go out of his way to conform too thoroughly. No one really questions it

♡ Papyrus has a shawl the Snowdin Innkeeper crocheted for him when he was still fairly young. It's more an infinity scarf now, and he won't let anyone else see it, but he holds it very dear to himself as possibly one of the only sincere gifts he’s ever received

♡ Doggo is actually completely blind! He relies heavily on sound and smell, and even though most others dislike the lieutenant, he can't help but have a soft spot for him since he’s one of the few fellow guards who doesn't underestimate him

♡ NCG is actually something akin to a drug dealer, and him and Sans have developed a slight rapport since Sans buys his "cigars" from him. Wouldn't exactly call them friends, but it's...nice to have a guy you don't feel you have to be as careful with appearances around

[ophanstears]

I am hoping to release Chapter 1 of HeartFell this Saturday! :D

HeartFell is my offshoot AU fanfic of Underfella's Underfell, where I explore how an in-character cast of Undertale would evolve in a more violent, unforgiving version of the Underground. Think of it as like, Underfell but I add my own twists and ideas to it! More worldbuilding, more character development and all that!

In this AU we follow Frisk, an outcast who struggles to connect with their peers due to their quirks and fixations on everything mysterious or creepy. To prove the existence of a local legend to their friends, they climb Mt. Ebott, but something mysterious draws them in, causing them to fall into the Underground. There, they meet Flowey, who eagerly offers to guide them, convinced that they are each others tickets to escape "that pathetic hellhole" they are trapped in.

Frisk soon learns that the Underground wasn't always this hostile and terrible, and that it and its inhabitants have been corrupted through the grief and hatred of their King. They begin to feel empathy for the monsters and start to believe that maybe, just maybe, they can use their newfound powers to SAVE and LOAD to save the day - and become the hero they've always dreamed of being. But can such a fantasy come true? And how much of themself is Frisk willing to sacrifice for it?

[ophanstears]

are any of the heartfell au characters able to do cool backflips? my apolocheese i should've waited for the announcement. heh, you can ignore the other one that was asking ic

Adding on:

Toriel does not know what a backflip is but is "very willing to try and get one for you". She spends the entire day and night trying to figure out what it is and will not find rest until she does. She'll obsess and research for even longer if you don't find the heart to eventually explain it to her.

Sans says he is doing backflips right now - while not moving at all. If you tell him that he isn't doing anything, he asks you how about now? He then shrugs and says he can't do them any slower. Guess his skill ceiling is too high for ya.

Papyrus goes into a whole passionate rant about how he can indeed backflip, and how it is somehow tied to Royal Guard tradition - and then proceeds to move onto the next topic without doing a backflip.

Undyne aggressively backflips in quick succession (towards you) and then skewers you with her spears. She then proceeds to backflip some more, just to get her point across.

While on video call with you, Alphys exclaims with a confident stutter that of course she can! Someone of her high position must not only have a sharp mind, but a fit body as well! ...She then pretends that her connection is failing and hangs up.

You wouldn't get to talk to Asgore.

[ophanstears]

(open) heartfell au asks!

temporarily opening asks about my heartfell au! ask away and as much as youd like! i answer only the stuff i feel like hehe, cus some surprises should be kept open of course.

note: none of this will be in-character. this is for questions about how characters are different, how they behave and anything else like that. :) ideas and suggestions are also super welcome

(currently at work so i will get to asks in a few hours!!!)

[ophanstears]

[ HeartFell ] Chapter 3 : A Novice's Path

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It was perfectly still outside when she woke up. She did so every day, exactly two hours before the first bell rang to rouse monsters from their slumber.

Quietly, she prepared breakfast in the cold silence of her home, then stepped out to tend to the flowers, pouring water over their roots and pulling back the vines that clung too close to her doorstep. Then, she wandered to the farthest corner of the ruins she could bear, stopping short of the same self-imposed border, gazing down that cursed corridor - only to turn back into the old city. She spoke to the few merchants she knew well enough to trust - but exchanging words with them felt more like a habit than an actual conversation. Once back home, she read her books and cleaned the kitchen counter, and sorted through the same wardrobe she never changed, rearranging them in an order she saw better fit. The afternoon had dragged on like any other, and the one before it, and the other dozens and hundreds and thousands before those. She passed the time with more reading, until she felt the inevitable tug toward that same passage in the catacombs again, and she left, and she lingered there, silent - before wandering back home. Again and again, she followed this routine, exactly by the hour.

But today, she did not close the blinds for the windows on time, nor did she find it in her to check her house for the tiniest specks of dust. She had been pacing in the hallway, stopping right at the door of the same room, and eventually, her steps grew so sluggish and uneven, that her claws caught on the carpet and rolled over one of its corners. In the kitchen, a baking tray stood crooked on the table, empty beside a carton of eggs and a mix of unwashed vegetables. Once a year, the dust in the air stung sharply in her nose, like the thorn of a hidden bramble, reminding her of that terrible day - that one day - everything felt more hollow than usual. She couldn’t even bring herself to sift through her recipes. Or plan her carefully crafted curriculum, as she usually did.

And as night approached, the shadowed spire in the heart of the city would soon call all back to rest. She knew that tonight, she would not be able to avoid it - she would not find sleep before its haunting howl rang in her ears. And she dreaded it. So she paced. She paced down the length of the hall and back again, her hands clasped tightly in front of her chest. She felt as though the walls themselves were crowding in, pushing her, urging her outside. Her steps grew uneven and hurried until finally, unable to bear it, she left her house behind, the door hanging open behind her.

As if forced by compulsion, she recalibrated the puzzles lining the ancient pathways, her fingers pressing against the buttons with a shaky tenderness, almost as though trying to mimic the gentler, smaller hands of something else. Her palms brushed over a wall of spikes, testing each and every tip that had been dulled and smoothed over.

In that terrible judging silence, she heard a murmur of voices. Young voices. Voices she hadn’t heard before and... a scuffle? A scuffle! Her ears twitched, and her heavy heart leaped against her chest like it wanted to tear itself out of her. She paused, gripping the wall, and then, without another second’s hesitation, she sprinted through the chambers. She ran through one after the other, and the fields of roses caught at her dress, their thorns tearing at the fabric in places they’d snagged and torn countless times before. A pair of froggits shrieked and bounded away as she swept past, but she did not care for them.

All she cared about was the children, young and about to be spoiled.

+

[ The history depicted on this mural has you excited for the adventure ahead. You are filled with determination. ]

Frisk took a step back from the star, their gaze lowering down to their palms. Without having one word spoken to them, they felt its meaning and purpose enter their mind, almost like a parasite worming its way into their brain. Had they... done this before? They didn't know why exactly, but that star... it felt like meeting an old friend.

“Flowey!” Frisk spun around, their face bright. “Do you see this too?!” Flowey raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “See what? That dusty old mural?” Frisk shook their head and gestured wildly at the air near the star, trying to coax Flowey to come closer, as if that would make him somehow see it, too. “No, not that - this spark right here! It’s like a magic... thing !” They stumbled through their words, nearly forgetting to breathe. “I think I can use it to- Err, save, like! Rewind time, like a video game! Right, you probably don't know what that is. Okay, so, imagine it like writing something down on a page, except you can always tear out those pages and return to a previous page, and then write a completely new page unless of course y-” “Take it easy now.” Flowey quickly cut in, waving a vine to silence the onslaught of words. “You'll lose your breath if you keep talking like that. Though it is funny you say that. It reminds me of this legend I heard about...” Frisk gasped, their hands clasped together. “A legend?”

“Oh, yes.” Flowey nodded. “I heard it once, and it was about a...  powerful magician? Yeah, that's it. The legend foretells that someday, a powerful magician will come down here and gain the power to control time.” “Oh my gosh!” Frisk gasped, their eyes wide. “Do you think I could be the magician from the legend?”

...

...

...

Flowey stared.

...

...

“Yes.”

“Oh my gosh! What else does the legend say? Do I get, like, a special artifact or something? Maybe I have to prove myself with some kind of quest!” They wrung their hands in delight, barely containing themselves. When did they ever? “What else does the legend say? What is the magician's great task?” Flowey rolled his eyes, letting out a dramatic, weary sigh as his head swayed from left to right. “Ehhhh,” he drawled, feigning a thoughtful look, “I can’t remember all the details right now. There are lots of legends down here. Really, they’re everywhere.” He paused for a moment, then gave them a pointed look. “But who knows, maybe I’ll remember more as we go along? Hint, hint.”

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The two ventured deeper, and springs bubbled to life alongside their path, and flowers spilled across the walls, roses in every shade of red blooming between statues of long-forgotten heroes. It felt unexpectedly... welcoming? Frisk thought that if the catacombs continued to be this alive, they could get used to wandering through them for a little longer. As they continued through the mazes of the ancient ruins, they came across barriers that would not give way until the corresponding puzzle in the room was solved. Frisk would pause, tilting their head as they tried to make sense of each one. But before they could do more than lift a finger, Flowey managed to solve them without a second thought. He maneuvered vines around switches or crept up walls to press hidden levers, almost as if he’d done it a thousand times. It was really impressive. During those short pauses, Frisk would try their best to sketch down the vague shapes of what they saw, only to be ushered along by him. In their heart of hearts, they wanted to object, give themselves just five minutes to take a breather to draw, but they did not have it in them to argue with him. He was going out of his way to help them get home. What terrible friend would they be to be so needy when they were already being such a dead weight?

After what felt like the tenth or eleventh puzzle, Flowey paused and turned to them with a satisfied smirk. “And that,” he said, “is the last puzzle. You know, I underestimated how easy it would be to get you out of these catacombs. For someone like me, I can just burrow my way right out! But, uh...” He grinned at Frisk as he looked them up and down. “You’re a little too big for that.” Frisk rubbed the back of their neck. Something about the way he said it made them a tad uncomfortable. “Right...” A thought struck them and they gathered their courage. “Hey, maybe I could try solving this one?”

“...Why?”

“Well,” Frisk said, straightening up a bit, “as a magician and, well, maybe part of a legend and all, I should probably learn how these puzzles work, right? This might be a good test for me.” Flowey huffed. “Buddy, we don’t have time to waste. Unless you want to spend the rest of the day stuck here, that is. Trust me, you don’t. The ruins turn nasty at night.” “At night?” Frisk looked on, perplexed. They hadn’t even seen a sky down here to track time. Flowey sighed. “I guess a little practice couldn’t hurt.” He burrowed down briefly, then resurfaced a few feet away to make space for Frisk. “See that sign over there? Maybe it’ll help.” Frisk approached the old stone plaque, reading aloud, “To stay sharp, a warrior must persist. He must try a new angle when met with resistance.” They then glanced at the puzzle, finding an array of stone buttons. Humming to themselves, Frisk experimentally stepped on one button, then another. Each gave a satisfying click, but the mechanism remained stubbornly silent. Growing impatient in no time, Flowey let out a long, exaggerated groan. He waited until Frisk turned their back before he quickly stretched a vine over, pressing down the correct buttons in quick succession. The mechanism whirred, and the spikes blocking the exit retracted with a dull clang, clearing the way for them. Frisk, oblivious to his intervention, pumped their fists into the air, grinning with pride. “Yes! My first puzzle solved! How did I do?” “You did good, pal. Really good. Guess I had you all wrong.”

Frisk was about to respond when a soft, almost motherly voice echoed from the newly cleared hallway.

“Children, are you there?” Frisk’s mouth dropped open, and before they could make a sound, Flowey coiled a thick vine around them like a snake, gagging them and swiftly dragging them behind a pillar. Struggling as they might, Frisk couldn’t budge an inch, left dangling upside down as Flowey cautiously peeked around the edge of the pillar. “I heard the commotion.” The voice continued, drawing nearer. “You do not need to be afraid. I am Toriel, Caretaker of the Catacombs.” They could hear her searching, her steps as faint as the one of a ghost as she moved through the stone hall. “It will be alright, children. Do not worry. I will protect you from harm. Come on out, will you not?” Frisk managed to twist just enough to catch a glimpse of her: a towering figure, draped in a long, tattered dress that dragged across the dusty floor. Her fur was ashen, and her eyes were of a bright sulfur, and her pupils drifted slowly, piercing through each shadowed corner like the muzzle of a rifle. Her gaze flickered on their pillar, and Flowey held his breath, his grasp on Frisk growing tight enough to leave faint marks on their skin. But after a few tense seconds, her eyes moved on, and she continued forward, eventually disappearing into the hallway. Flowey’s grip remained firm for a moment longer as he listened for any trace of her. Frisk, meanwhile, kicked their legs in silent protest, still gagged by his vine. Flowey didn’t even seem to notice, muttering under his breath, “Why is she still awake? Just our luck...” He sounded baffled, almost angry. Then, a realization dawned, and he let out an annoyed scoff. “Great. It’s going to be a lot harder to get out of here with her wandering around. I’m really not looking forward to that.”

Just then, he felt something wet on his vine, and he abruptly let go, hissing in disgust. “Ugh!” he yelped, pulling back and letting Frisk drop to the floor. “Did you just lick me? What is wrong with you?!” “Uff!” Frisk tumbled to the floor, rubbing their head as they sat up with a wince. “Sorry! I get super queasy when I’m upside-down for too long.”

Flowey drew in a deep breath to regain his composure.

“No, I’m sorry.” His anger faded as quick as it came and Frisk looked on, surprised. “You see,” he continued, “the only path out of the ruins is through her house. She’s usually asleep at this hour, and nothing can wake her up once she’s out. I thought it’d be safe.” He hung his head. “But now everything’s blowing up in my face, and all I’ve done is pull you into danger. Gee, I really am one bad friend.” “Hey, hey, don’t say that!” They knelt down and showed him a reassuring smile. “You’re going out of your way to help me, and you’re an excellent guide at that! I’d still be stuck in that maze without you. Or poked to death by that bug knight guy, probably.” “Whimsalot.” “Yeah, that guy.” “Well, if you really mean that,” his cheer returned as quickly as it had left, “then I guess we don’t have much choice but to push through tonight, huh?” “Through the lady’s house, right?” Frisk’s brow furrowed as they followed him. “Why is she looking for us?” Flowey shot them a wary glance. “You mean Toriel? Ugh, she’s bad news. Really, one of the worst down here.” He muttered with disdain. “She calls herself the ‘Guardian of the Ruins’. But really, she’s just a recluse, an immortal hag who never talks to anyone. She goes wherever she wants, whenever she wants, and if you’re in her way? She stomps you dead.” Frisk swallowed, their footsteps slowing as they glanced back from where they came. Flowey continued, his voice reduced to an eerie whisper. “They say she blocked off all the other exits so that any human who falls down here has to meet her. And when they do? She takes on the role of a ‘gentle protector’ - she takes them in, makes them feel safe to gain their trust. She acts like they’re family. Sweet, innocent and all smiles.” He stopped, his back turned to Frisk. The silence stretched, thick and heavy. "And then, when they least expect it...” With a sudden jerk, he whipped his head around, and his face contorted into a ghastly grimace. “...She cooks and eats them!” “What?! Nooo!” Frisk howled, hands held over their head. “I’d be terrible as a dish!”

Flowey blinked, thrown off, his expression returning to normal. That was not the reaction he was expecting.

“But...” Frisk continued, lowering their arms slowly. “You’re saying she’s met other humans down here?” “Yeah, in the past!” He cleared his throat. “ So I’ve heard, anyway. Not that you’d be able to meet them... unless, of course, you’d like to end up in her oven, too.” Flowey chuckled, though it came out tight and uneasy like something else was wearing heavy on him. “So, when she calls for you, it’d be best for you to stay quiet. Fighting her off would be a pain.” “Don’t worry.” Frisk flashed a grin, feeling courageous despite the circumstances. “We’ve made it this far! And if anything goes wrong, I’ll use my cool new magician powers to save us!” “Right, right, your new powers. ” Flowey replied offhandedly, his tone flat, like he was only half-listening. “Just keep that chin up, and stay close, because we’re almost out of here. In fact, I know a shortcut through the old city. That should keep us clear of most monsters.”

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As they wound through a series of narrow, dark corridors, the air began to change, growing more open, and the walls expanded around them into a grand, vaulted hallway. A series of open arches to their right gave a breathtaking view over the ancient city below, with no glass or barriers in the way. Someone could easily fall out by leaning too far over. Outside, the faint glow of scattered lamps hit the corners of towering buildings, some of which nearly touched the ceiling of the cavern they were in. And yet, despite its size, the city felt hauntingly still. Frisk swore they could hear the occasional gust of wind swirling through like the whisper of a ghost. They paused by one of the stone sills, palms pressed to its cold surface as they leaned forward to get a better look.  “Wow. This place is larger than I thought.” They murmured, awe in their voice. “I can only imagine how many monsters live down there.” “Most of those buildings are abandoned.” Flowey replied, his tone dry, like he’d rather talk about anything else. “Monsters used to live here a long time ago, but they've spread out through the rest of the underground since then.” “Ohhhh! Why’s that?” Frisk looked excited by the few scraps of lore Flowey offered them. Flowey burrowed down and popped back up further down the hall. “It only takes so long before the same dry air and same gray rocks everywhere start to drive you crazy.” Frisk nodded thoughtfully, pulling out their notebook to scribble down his words. He looked back at them, slightly exasperated. How much more of his time was this kid going to waste? “Do you need to write down every single thing?” “...No! Sorry.” Frisk stammered, cheeks flushing, and they quickly stuffed the notebook back into their satchel. That familiar twinge of shame crept in once again, making them worry that Flowey might get sick of them. Just like Rowan did. Just like everyone else did. But they couldn’t help it, this whole place was just way too cool! Why did they always annoy people with it? And just after Flowey had admitted to liking the way they drew, too. What if they had taken that bit of praise for granted? What if they ticked him off like they had done with everyone else? Scared of messing up any more, they stifled their thoughts, and let those scolding words of their friends back on the surface linger instead.

But Flowey didn’t like that. Sure, he didn’t mind the quiet usually, but he needed Frisk to stay open with him. Their thoughts, their feelings - he needed to know them, and for them to trust him. He had only one shot at this, after all. So, deciding he’d steer things back into friendly territory, Flowey took a slight detour, leading them to a small chamber with a pedestal at its center.

On it sat a bowl of candy, each piece wrapped in colorful paper. “Golly, would you look at that!” Flowey exclaimed, stopping in front of it. Frisk trudged up, their head hung low - until they saw the candy. Their face practically lit up, and they eagerly read the inscription on the bowl aloud. “Take one?” Flowey giggled, pleased by their reaction. “Yeah, it’s an old monster custom! I thought you deserved a little treat. Since you’re such a good friend and all.” Frisk picked up one of the candies, looking at it fondly. Its paper wrapping was a pale white, with a pink stripe going through the middle. “But don’t eat it just yet!” Flowey leaned in. “You see, monster food has magical properties! It never spoils, it gives you energy, and it even heals you up if you’re hurt.” He swayed his head to the side “...In case I can’t find the strength to heal you with my own magic.” “Aww, you just had to say that!” Frisk laughed, tucking the candy into their satchel. “Now I really want to try it.” They hesitated, then looked at Flowey earnestly. “Thank you. I mean it. I... I haven’t had a gift from a friend in... well, a long time. It’s strange. I’m in this scary place, and yet... you’re here, helping me, giving me hope. And this candy...” They paused, trailing off. “You know, it kind of reminds me of-”

“Don’t sweat it, buddy!” Flowey interrupted quickly, giving them a pat on the head. “Say, why don’t you take a few more? You know, to celebrate our friendship?” Frisk paused, glancing between Flowey and the sign. “...I mean, I would, but the sign says to take just one.” “Pffth! This part of the catacombs is practically abandoned! No one will notice!” Flowey insisted. “Besides, you need all the supplies you can get, right? It’s practical.” Frisk shook their head, wagging a finger. “I can’t and won’t go against the ancient rules of trick-or-treating! That’d be a total betrayal of Halloween’s spirit!” “Hallo-what now?” Flowey shook his head, bewildered. “Fine, I’ll just take one for you, then.” Frisk gasped dramatically, turning away in mock horror. “You cannot! And even if you did, I still wouldn’t eat them.” “...Okay?” Flowey bared his teeth into a forced smile. Where was this sudden confidence coming from? One second ago a complaint cut through them like they had skin as thin as paper, and in the next, they stood up to him over something as trivial as candy.

This kid was getting harder to read by the minute.

[ ! ]

Frisk and Flowey both whipped around as a haunting, mechanical howl rang from somewhere deep within the city. The sound echoed through empty halls, sounding like the mournful cry of a pack of wolves - almost as if it were calling out for something. Or someone. The bell tolled again and again, growing louder with each ring, and Frisk’s breath hitched as they felt it pass through them, ringing their very flesh and bones.

Nine times the bell tolled, and then... silence returned. Frisk nearly fished out their book again, pausing only when they caught themselves. They looked back toward the direction of the sound, wishing they could catch a closer glimpse of that bell. It reminded them faintly of the old clock tower in their village - though it never tolled this late.

“Well. There it goes.” Flowey muttered, unimpressed. “Shake a leg, pal. As the old saying goes, once the bell rings nine, you’re on borrowed time. And we definitely are , so let’s go.” “Right!” Frisk hurried to catch up, now with a bit less hesitation. “I’m guessing a bunch of spooky monsters wake up when it gets this late?” They grinned. “That’s kind of like Halloween, too.” “That again.” Flowey muttered. They made it to the next chamber, where a patch of roses took up what must have been a puzzle once. He stretched out some of his vines to brush the thorned plants aside, allowing Frisk to push through without hurting themselves. They offered a quiet thanks, and he continued on. “...Okay, I’ll bite - what is it?” “It’s a holiday!” Frisk explained, striking a little pose once they made it to the other end of the room. “Tell you what, if you tell me more about this place, I’ll tell you more about Halloween. How’s that sound?” “Oh, very tempting,” Flowey deadpanned. “But let’s save it for when we’re finally out of this dreadful place. Then you can tell me all about it, for as long as you like.” Frisk’s face lit up, delighted. “You got yourself a deal, Flowey!” They moved a few more paces when the air shifted, and Frisk heard something that made them look back. That familiar voice , soft yet haunting as it cut through both shadow and stone.

“Child? Are you there?”

She must have heard them.

A shiver shot down Frisk’s spine, and they froze in place. They wanted to run for cover, but it was as if their feet were suddenly glued to the stone floor. Their fingers clenched involuntarily, and they could feel the sweat on their palms.

“Hide!” Flowey called out while he glanced around, looking for adequate cover.

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i’ve seen a lot of underfell takes make chara this really nice angel child who could never hurt a fly.

…is it too much to hope for that you treated them differently? (apologies if this is spoilers, just ignore if so)

Heartfell Chara did not have a good life on the surface, however they were never bitter enough about it to develop a hatred towards all of humanity - in fact, they prefer to not talk about humanity at all. While they aren't as willing to hurt people for "the greater good", they have plenty of flaws:

very good at reading people, with a tendency to manipulate and deceive to keep control

emotionally distant at times : afraid of appearing vulnerable

tends to push people's boundaries if they think it will "help them", they think they know best.

incredibly nosy and uncaring of others' privacy (they WILL read the diaries of other people in secret, especially if they can get something out of it.) (they also listen in on gossip a lot)

perfectionist (towards themselves), they will not stop until they get something 100% right. (they were forced to perfect their skills in playing piano, but they always wanted to learn how to draw. but the few times they tried, they would become incredibly frustrated and stop.)

unwilling to apologize to peers for making mistakes

Asgore and Toriel further fed into Chara's belief that only they could fix the relationship between humans and monsters, which amplified those qualities even more. No child should have to deal with a hero complex like that - it does more harm than good.

[capricioussun]

Heartfell Sans is strange, he’s sort of somewhere in between Red and Pin as far as "stable" and motives go. His fucked up sense of Love is all about like, dedication and self sacrifice. He more or less lost the will to live for himself ages ago, so now everything he does is for Papyrus or Toriel, trying hard to make their miserable lives underground as tolerable as possible. It's what he clings to, he’s dependent on being depended upon.

He’s more high strung and aggressive than good ol UF, can be a bit more mean spirited on purpose, but he’s definitely not as unhinged as IF, which is...good? But he’s also very protective, which can sometimes bleed into being manipulative of those he cares about "for their own good", but that's pretty rare, as he generally focuses more on what they say they want.

Yet, somehow, he still keeps a lot of emotional distance. He views that as burdening those he’s meant to be helping, without realizing he’s shooting himself in the foot. Toriel could desperately use an intimate relationship with someone, but by never letting her in, he’s unintentionally keeping her from letting him in. Or only semi-unintentionally I guess. He’s aware she's incredibly lonely, but would probably feel like any feelings of affection she has toward him are out of desperation than sincerely having anything to do with him, so he’s sparring her the trouble, he's definitely not worth it (though he probably wouldn't even entirely realize that's his justification for shutting her out).

With Papyrus, it's made even more complicated by being his older brother. He feels that sort of parental responsibility not to burden him with anything he really doesn't *need to, but it's worsened by the guilt of feeling like he failed to protect him more before he became an adult who was also incredibly messed up by how the underground is. So it's almost a little condescending, thinking it's sort of like his job to make up for that and trying to help Papyrus by any means necessary without him "needing" to even ask him to. He doesn't realize Papyrus doesn't need someone to pad his ego and agree with everything he says, what he needs is someone he feels like genuinely likes him as he is, not as he could be.

He’s pretty messed up but like. He’s trying his best sort of ok

[capricioussun]

Another nickname thing also. I've been thinking of Heisting Cherry from swapfell red sans and maybe calling Heartfell Sans Cherry? Because I'd been thinking of maybe calling Heartfell Sans and Papyrus Velvet and Valentine, but. I also kinda feel Velvet would be a better nickname for Lovefell Toriel or Asgore or something, since it'd go along well with Lace and Cire's nicknames coming from fabrics.

I've been toying with the nickname Valentine for Heartfell Papyrus for a while but for some reason it's just not really sticking for me? I don't feel like it suits him so well. I love the nickname though and was contemplating giving it to someone else in the au if not Papyrus but I'm not sold on it not suiting him either (my username is fitting. I am fickle, like the tide)

Anyone have any thoughts or opinions on the above inane rambling?

Heartfell Sans - Cherry, Heartfell Papyrus - Valentine ??

Honestly part of the reason I wanted to change Dove's nickname was because I thought it would fit better on someone in Heartfell, idk why I've been struggling so hard with nicknames for what, three years now??? I just want them to suit and sound nice yk?? ;;

[capricioussun]

ooooh can we hear about your toriels? maybe from sweetswap and loveswap?

Hi!! Of course I'd love to ty 4 asking <333

I'm a big swap!Toriel apologist and which is soo hypocritical of me bc of how much I bully Asgore lmao but!! Sweetswap and Loveswap Toriel are so great.

So sweetswap kind of parallels Heartfell in the theme of "everything may not be as it seems". Aesthetically, it's all about pastels and cuteness and, well, sweetness! Everyone is extra friendly and kind natured, but the thing is...they're basically ignoring what they're really doing to break the barrier (and the war that will follow). SS Toriel is actually a bit more in line with UT Asgore's line of thinking than I usually characterize US Toriel, in that...she feels trapped in this decision she's made, she hates doing this, but she still believes it's the only way to save her people.

I won't get into it, but she doesn't tell the kids who reach her the truth. She tries to make it as painless as possible, at least, but she's really a very sad, lonely person. She isolates herself in her castle whenever she's not making her Obligatory Morale-Boosting trips to the various towns of the underground. Clover has mixed feelings about it all, but he and SS Alphys have both tried helping her out some, yet the guilt weighs in her too heavily.

After surfacing, at first, she continues attempting to isolate while taking responsibility for her people, but with a lot of time (and therapy), she winds up having healthier relationships with everyone again. It's actually Dandelion (SS Asgore) who really gets through to her and initiates the biggest internal changes. She's not helping anyone by hating herself so much.

LS Toriel below the cut bc this got so long whoops!

As for LS Toriel, wow!! She's a crazy lady. She's actually a little like Rose from Steven Universe, if Rose seemed to act more "mature" and level headed. Well, and more intense. Things in their underground are rough, tbh, instead of pitting all their hopes on the souls and the war, Toriel kind of...dives headlong into the idea that, in the meantime at least, they could make the underground a nice place to live, after all, monsters depend on hope and love, which comes from building strong relationships, right? On paper, it's a great idea! Let's make this dumpster fire as much of an Eden as we can, right?

Well, the thing is, monsters tend to *latch onto ideas. So over time, this gradually became more and more distorted, leading to an over emphasis on relationships and love and depending on others above everything else. The more people love you the better! They'll do almost anything to seek approval and popularity amongst each other, and Toriel, unfortunately, leans heavily into this pattern of thinking as a very mutated coping mechanism for all the issues she's repressing. Love and acceptance and adoration are above anything else, and she tries desperately to be a ruler worthy of that, from everyone. She even goes as far as working with both Undyne and Alphys to hide statistic of who's Fallen, which puts even more pressure on Undyne to find a way to save them.

Under the thin veneer of Aesthetics and Ideals, the underground is rotting. Things aren't nearly as bad as Lovefell, for example, but they're not great! And Toriel has fooled even herself into buying the delusion.

On the surface, she still struggles for a long time, as she has to face decades, if not centuries of repressed trauma while slowly discarding bad coping mechanisms. Especially given everyone has hard feelings with her, so she has to start in a place with very little support. It's grueling work, but she puts it in. Not to make up for what she's done, but to help monsters make a better future and be the kind of person she should've been a long time ago.

[capricioussun]

Your enthusiasm is greatly appreciated !!!

I will start with a little stuff abt Heartfell since I feel I haven't talked much about it, which, I will admit, is partially because it's given me much more of a hard time than a lot of my other AUs. I'm not sure if it's just because of how much I want to """perfect it""" (which would be ironic) or if it's just one of those things where no one's really asked, so I haven't really gotten the chance to talk someone's ear off and bounce ideas, which is generally the biggest method I have for fleshing stuff out. But! Either way, I'll have to figure it out eventually!

It would also probably surprise no one that I've thought most about the Papyrus from this au, so let's start with him!

Since the concept of the au revolves around how twisted the idea of Love can get, each character is kind of meant to represent various kinds of "toxic love". Papyrus's special brand is tied to Popularity and Acceptance. He will go to great lengths to earn someone's approval, but he always goes too far and generally (semi-unintentionally) intimidates them into trying to please him.

Frankly, both of the brothers intimidate the other Snowdin residents, although Sans does so absolutely on purpose, and regularly threatens people behind Papyrus's back to keep up the ruse that he’s so well like and admired.

Personality wise, Papyrus is actually quite a lot like his UT counterpart, more so than most other Fell type Papyri. He is very braggadocios, proud, and deflective of any negativity directed his way. However, this is sort of less of an act than with UT Rus, and he's generally also less inclined to say kind things about others that aren't also still about himself.

To no one's surprise, he’s actually deeply self conscious, and really genuinely does want to be well liked. But that's not how things work underground, and he couldn't protect them before he started putting out his front. He’s very vain, as appearance is very important in their universe, but the problem is he doesn't fully understand what that means, and just tries to follow any/every example he can, especially anything influenced by Mettaton, who he completely idolizes.

Basically, he comes off very intense, rather unpleasant and self obsessed, but it's a thin veneer. Once Frisk shows genuine interest in spending time with him and actually enjoying his company, he literally doesn't know what to do with himself. As much as he denies it, he’s aware how fake everything in their society is, and so Frisk sincerity is so...jarring. He's so confused, and then he can get a little defensive about things he doesnt understand, but once he realizes it really doesn't have to be the way it is, he is 100% on board with helping Frisk change things, which means that Sans is, too (however much he intently scrutinizes every thing the kid does. It would hurt Papyrus and Toriel so badly if the kid betrayed them, so he'll do what he can to help, but he’s got his eye on them...)

-twirling my hair- would anyone like to know more about lovefell or heartfell

[capricioussun]

Counted, and I have twenty one aus that I wanna make ref sheets for the bros from………..help

[capricioussun]

💫 UT+AU Nicknames 💫

I usually take a while to pick and settle on nicknames, but I’m always open to suggestions ✨

Undertale

Frisk

Flowey

Toriel - Tori

Sans - Sans or Comic

Papyrus - Rus

Grillby

Undyne - Dyne

Alphys

Mettaton

Asgore

Underfell

Frisk - Kris (I know. It’s sort of a joke based on a silly headcanon. Likely temporary)

Flowey

Toriel

Sans - Red

Papyrus - Edge

Grillby - Blaze

Undyne - Levi

Alphys - Vee

Mettaton - Metta

Asgore - Blood

Underswap

Chara

Temmie

Asgore - Astilbe

Papyrus - Stretch

Sans - Blue

Muffet

Alphys - Axel

Undyne - Sylv

Napstabot

Toriel - Iris

Swapfell Metal

Chara - Kells

Temmie

Asgore

Papyrus - Copper

Sans - Gold

Muffet

Alphys

Undyne

Napstabot

Toriel

Fellswap Glass

Chara

Temmie

Asgore

Papyrus - Ghost

Sans - Haze

Muffet

Alphys

Undyne

Napstabot

Toriel

Horrorfell

Sans - Eclipse

Papyrus - Dusk

Horrortale

Eliza

Flowey

Sans - Patch

Papyrus - Dove

Horrorswap

Cora

Papyrus - Rust

Sans - Coal

Mafiafell

Frisk - Kid

Sans - Snare

Papyrus - Boss

Mafiaswap

Chara

Papyrus - Luck

Sans - Cue

Mafiatale

Frisk

Sans - Sparrow, Arrow, AR

Papyrus - Hawk

Lovefell

Sans - Cire

Papyrus - Lace

Mafialovefell

Sans - Hemlock

Papyrus - Rosewood

Outertale

Sans - Ara

Papyrus - Pictoris

Outerfell

Sans - Boötes

Papyrus - Antares

Outerswap

Papyrus - Aurigae

Vesselfell (Underfell nicknames carry over barring-)

Sans - Perp

Papyrus - Void, Vessel, Shadow, (and technically still Edge sometimes)

Heartfell

Frisk

Flowey - Flora

Toriel - Dolce

Sans

Papyrus

Grillby

Undyne - Asagi

Alphys - Amore

Mettaton

Asgore

Sweetswap

Chara - Caramel

Temmie

Asgore - Dandelion

Papyrus - Clover

Sans - Berry

Muffet

Alphys

Undyne

Napstabot

Toriel - Dulce

Invertedfell

Frisk

Flowey

Toriel -

Sans - Pin

Papyrus - Ice

Grillby

Undyne - Whisper

Alphys

Mettaton

Asgore

Demonfell

Sans - Raviel

Papyrus - Elester

Glitchedswap

Papyrus - Uno

Sans - Sky

Neonfell

Orangefell

Stand alone

Glitchfell Papyrus - Dos

?????? - Abstract (he's an oc now)

Outcode Gaster - Wingdings

Outcode Sans - Stargazer

Outcode Asriel - Ash

Outcode ??? - Lumen

UT Comic Papyrus - Comet

US Comic Papyrus - Star

UF Comic Papyrus - Solar

SF Comic Papyrus - Nova

Monstersona - Source Code

UT OC Outcode - Cosine

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🌟 Capricious Suns’s Declassified AU+ Survival Guide 🌟

My AUs

Vesselfell - A Papyrus-centric Underfell AU revolving around the curious case of W.D. Gaster’s most successful experiment - The Vessel. Papyrus becomes a vessel for a doorway into the void, which gradually begins causing problems for not just their timeline, but the multiverse as a whole.

There are currently three primary iterations of the main story; Canon, The Good Ending, and The Variable.

Heartfell - A lovecore inspired Underfell AU where the world may not be as lovely as it seems. Exploring many facets of love and it’s perception and how sometimes what we believe is love is actually just trauma.

Orangefell - A semi-skeleton brothers-centric Underfell AU that revolves around how different things may be if the brothers had taken a different path.

Invertedfell - An Underfell AU where the characters personalities (and primary color schemes) are inverted. This is not a swapped AU as the changes are personal to each individual character.

Neonfell - An Underfell AU with slight cyberpunk stylings. After the fallen human and Alphys mysteriously disappear before the human had completed their journey to King Asgore, the underground falls into a state of chaos, eventually breaking apart into two sides - the loyalists and the rebellion. Will they ever learn the truth? Will they ever be free? Or will they drive themselves to extinction before they get the chance?

Demonfell - An Underfell AU where the monsters are all different types of demons. There isn’t much of a plot so much as a world to explore with honestly, I just liked the concept and ran with it, though I may develop a more solid story one day…

Glitchedswap - An Underswap AU that takes place in a “glitched game”. The monsters are mostly unknowingly permanently trapped Underground, and try to make the best of their abysmal circumstances.

Sweetswap - An Underswap AU similar to Heartfell in that it’s aesthetics are shifted, only to more cute, soft, and sweet stylings (cutecore, if you will), while exploring the many pros and cons of a sometimes perhaps too optimistic outlook on life.

Psychictale(fell?) - A Psychonauts inspired AU where Frisk must help the monsters address their inner demons to reach the truth of not just the underground, but the very monsters themselves.

Undersell - Underfell, but with a comedic twist. The underground is a grungy city type place, and everyone’s got an angle. It’s up to Frisk and Flowey to guide them back to a better way of life. (generally more lighthearted in tone)

AUs I have my own interpretation of

Swapfell (Metal) • Fellswap (Glass) • Swapfell (Red) • Mafiafell • Mafiaswap • Horrorfell • Horrorswap • Lovefell (previously Lustfell ) • MafiaLoveFell (previously MafiaLustFell)

AUs I need to work more on

Mafiatale • Horrortale • Outertale • Outerfell • Outerswap

Stories and Ideas

Glasses - Papyrus needs glasses. It really shouldn’t be this complicated.

7S - A monster and a human with good intentions form a plan that leads them on an unexpectedly difficult journey in an attempt to save monsterkind before losing themselves (and each other).

Tales of Divergence - A choose your own adventure type story about a collision within the multiverse that brings four neighboring timelines…together?

My Mother’s Eyes - An Underfell story about a strange accident that leads to Toriel raising Papyrus in the Ruins for most of his life.

Everything Stays - When a malfunction happens at the labs, Sans disappears without a trace. Alphys has to take the news to his family, only to find all that’s left is his kid brother. She doesn’t have much of a choice but to look after this increasingly strange child herself, with the eventual help of Undyne. They become quite the odd little family…but Papyrus never gives up hope of seeing his brother again. He knows it’s just a matter of time…

Asymmetrical - Accidents happen. But how could Gaster have anticipated this..?

A possible “full” Psychonauts Undertale crossover where Raz wakes up in a very very strange place with little memory of how he got there… (may attempt a comic of it some day)