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anime-grimmy-art · 4 years ago

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What do you do when there’s not much to an AU? You make up your own stuff, ofc. And as is per usual when I make Character Designs, I make up a shit ton of lore too.

The ramblings under the cut, but what I’m really interested in, is what you guys think. Do you guys have any headcanons/ideas for this AU? Let me hear them! Also, if you don’t wanna read on tumblr, here’s the Google Docs link: https://drive.google.com/file/d/151yshHxnb_--P6eMKkwkI2dee9xC_Llb/view?usp=sharing

Before I get into the characters’ roles, here’s some general facts and backstory of their town:

- Basically, it’s Undertale meets Harvest Moon / Stardew Valley. Well, kinda. I at least used that approach for coming up for the jobs for the characters. You know, how there’s always a general store, a doctor, a smithy, etc.

- The usual story of a HM game is that you come to a town that’s way past its glory days and you, as the player/farmer, help them get back to that. The “backstory” of the town is that that already kinda happened. I’ll get into it more in the character description, but basically when Asgore was still mayor, the town got really popular. Then yadda yadda, a certain tragedy happened, two kids died, and the town suddenly got very bad publicity. There was a lot of stuff going on back then, bad reputation being spread and also a lot of law stuff, cos, you know, supposed child murder ‘n all, so Asgore made the decision to shut off the town to ppl from outside. This was in the interest of most monsters living there, because as fun as it is to have a lot of people coming there, most just wanted to live a quiet life. Not everyone was happy with that though, so many moved away from town and some others are trying to get the town back on its feet. But more on that later.

On to the characters:

I’m just gonna start with the skelebros, cos it’s their fault in the first place I got so invested.

Basically, they are what the player is in hm/sdv. They just showed up one day, took over the abandoned farmhouse and began their life there. The two came to town way after it was “closed” and since then a new mayor has opened the possibility for new residents to move in. Their farm helps the economy of the town a lot and the mayor, like usually in hm games, is trying to use that to make the town more known again. The skelebros aren’t really working towards that goal however.

So, now a bit more detail on them individually.

Papyrus:

- The design is mostly based on what’s “canon” in this au.

- He works mostly on the fields and is in charge of the crops. Their fields aren’t spectacularly big, but still big enough to plant a few dozen rows of veggies.

- Paps also helps out a lot in town when he has the time. He helps Asgore with his plants, he goes fishing with Undyne, helps Toriel carry crates around and so on. This is inspired by the part-time job mechanic in HM ToT.

- Unbelievably, in this AU Pap is not an absolutely awful cook. Since he helps out at Muffet’s and Grillby’s a lot, they tend to show him some tricks to cooking. Even though Pap’s not a big fan of the greasy or overly sweet cooking those two do, he picks up a lot.

Sans:

- Again, design mostly based on the “canon” look. Maybe a bit more baggy.

- This is finally an AU this dude gets to rest. Since there are no resets and he doesn’t have to see his bro die again and again, for once in his life, he’s not a sad ball of depression. He’s just a chill and lazy dude that loves to make puns. Though, since he’s not too experienced with the feelings of loss, helplessness or grieving, he still tends to hide behind puns and fakes smiles if he does feel bad.

- Sans is in charge of the animals on the farm. Papyrus begrudgingly gave him that role since Pap’s loud demeanour and hectic movements usually scare the animals. Sans’ relaxed attitude draws the animals to him naturally and even if Pap mostly finds him sleep against a tree, in a stack of hay or on one of the sheep, the animals are always fed, healthy and relaxed, so Sans seems to be doing his job.

- Sans always has a small chic sit inside his hoodie or hat. Is it always the same one? Who knows, maybe.

- Sans also, somehow, can produce eggs out of thin air. Grab into his hoodie pocket, in his pants pocket, in his hat, in his slipper, there’s suddenly always an egg there. On good days he can even make butter or cheese appear.

Gaster:

- He’s literally just a scarecrow in this. Though, if you ask any of the bros why they designed their scarecrow that way, they won’t have an answer.

Frisk&Toriel:

- Frisk is mostly based on what I wore myself as a kid in summer. Just a loose shirt with a cappy. Toriel basically has her ut gown, just with an apron on top.

- Frisk just appeared outside the “magical” forest one day. Napstablook and his cousin found them and brought them to Toriel, who has been taking care of them since.

- Toriel runs the general store in town, but also often takes care of the few kids that still live there.

- Frisk usually helps out in Toriels store, plays with the other kids or sits around at Asgore’s. They’re notorious for nabbing small snacks, mostly from Asgore’s plants. You’ll always find them munching on something.

- Frisk was in town before the skelebros. Since they’d moved in, Frisk often went to spy on their farm. After a small incident with angry chicken, Frisk got to know the two better and now they see them as something between brothers and uncles.

- But Frisk honestly gets along with everyone. Just like in UT, they’ve not only been adopted by Toriel but literally everyone.

- Toriel and Asgore’s relationship is not as bad as in the main game, since, you know, Asgore didn’t kill literal children, but there’s still tension between them. Back when Asriel and Chara died and the whole thing with the bad rep for the town began, Toriel felt betrayed by Asgore focusing more on the town than giving their deceased kids the grieving they deserved. They’re not divorced, but Toriel still moved out and said needed space to think. Now that Frisk is in the picture though, the both of them are slowly coming to even ground and may even be able to talk things out and clear up the uncertainty of their decisions.

Asgore:

-Asgore has his UT Ending / Deltarune clothes, just with a gardener’s belt.

- He’s the previous mayor of the town, but after all the crap that happened, he stepped down from the position. Now he has his own little shop and sells seeds, saplings, homegrown veggies and fertilizer. So, basically what e.g. the Marimba Farm is in HM AP

- His main customer is Papyrus and they’re on friendly terms. Asgore is worried about how much and how hard Pap works, so he often gives him a discount.

- Since his family’s past tragedy, Asgore is kind of nervous around kids. So, when he first met Frisk, he hoped they’d not visit him too often. But to his chagrin, Frisk took an instant liking to him and spends a lot of time at his shop (and steals eats the fresh grown veggies). Now, he’s really grateful for that, because for one, he loves Frisk as dearly as he had his own children, and also because now the tension and mistrust between him and Toriel seem to grow smaller day by day.

Undyne&Alphys:

- I gave Undyne a pretty basic fisher’s outfit. Alphys basically has Elli from HM’s outfit, just a bit more doctory stuff added. She still has her canon lab coat too.

- In essence, Undyne and Alphys have 2 completely different jobs. Alphys is the resident doctor and Undyne runs the fish market.

Two things. Yes, I know Alphys is more a mechanic than a doctor, she fits the aesthetic though, so she’s the doc now. And no, Undyne being a fisherwoman is not cannibalism, think of it more as a shark hunting smaller fish.

- The reason I lump them together is because they act as the local “smithy”. Alphys is still really tech savvy in this (I mean, Mettaton is still part of this AU), so she takes on most problems with electronics and stuff. For Undyne, I didn’t want to lose her Royal Guard’s Captain image, so she’s really good at handling tools (and weapons, but Al doesn’t let her make them anymore). So basically, if there’s a broken tool, you can be sure that either Undyne or Alphys can fix it.

- As for relationships, those two are still an item. Alphys is still really shy and a shut-off, but since Undyne and Pap become best friends, she gets to know the skelebros better. She and Sans especially get along well, since most of the time Undyne and Papyrus are let loose, they sit back and talk about science-y stuff. (no, Sans doesn’t have a background in science but he’s still into sci-fi)

- Alphys has a bit of a strained relationship with both Asgore and Mettaton.

Back when Chara and Asriel died, it was because of “illness” (maybe poisoning?). Alphys feels awful because with her back then limited knowledge on medicine she couldn’t help the two. Asgore doesn’t hold anything against her but Alphys can’t help but feel guilty.

Alphys still built Mettaton’s body in this one. The two had a really big disagreement, because Mettaton hated the fact the town was going to close, and he couldn’t understand how Alphys could feel otherwise, even more so endorse the idea.

Mettaton, Napstablook, Mad Dummy/Mew Mew:

- Napsta and Dummy are pretty self-explanatory, they got straw hats. Mettaton’s outfit is a bit of a joke cos it’s a play on “work at the top and party at the bottom”. The tie has two different sides, one with the yellow red pattern, the other completely red. His “top part” is the business part, because when he’s on tv or in the mayors’ office, you don’t usually see his feet. The bottom is his party/dance part, cos his dancing/entertainment channels mostly feature his legs.

- Mettaton, still a robot, Napstablook and Mad Dummy are all still cousins in this AU.

- Originally, they all lived and worked at the Blook Farm, the Animal Farm of this AU. Mettaton, however, despised that simple live and after befriending Alphys and her building him a body, he left the Farm to pursue bigger things.

- Mettaton runs the local tv network. From weather to game shows, he does it all. He also runs the tailor shop in town that sells his designer clothes and merchandise. After Asgore stepped down, Mettaton also took over the role of town’s mayor and now works towards making the place more known again. Not everybody is happy with him doing that though.

- One of those people is the Mad Dummy. He can’t stand people anyways and he always claims that history would just repeat itself.

- Since the whole family is made of ghosts, they have different dummies and scarecrows they can use to take care of the animals. To mock Mettaton and kinda get back at Alphys for giving MTT such an opportunity, Mad Dummy found the blueprints for the Mew Mew robot and now modelled one of their scarecrows after it.

- Napstablook isn’t fond of taking over obejcts like his cousins do, so he mostly takes care of the snails. Somehow, he can interact with them even when incorporeal.

Muffet&Grillby:

- The two of them run the Inn together. Muffet cooks in the daytime and makes desserts, Grillby manages the bar in the evening.

- The two still can’t really stand each other but working together like this benefits them both because their rivalry just spurs them on more.

- Even though Grillby is a patient person, somehow Muffet is the only person who riles him up enough to retaliate. (Well, maybe except for Sans, he’s a strong second).

So, basically everything between those two is a challenge in some way. Even if Papyrus doesn’t notice, even his cooking lessons are a challenge for them.

- Even though they’re constantly bickering, after working together for so many years, there’s a strange level of respect and trust between them. Even if back when they first started this business, they’d pour salt into an already open wound, nowadays they’d know better and just take a step back from the other or even comfort the other (on very rare occasions only).

Asriel&Chara:

- They be dead. Kinda.

Some Characters that’d live in that town too but that I haven’t made designs for:

- Gerson is the original smithy of the town. He’d grown up in a family of smiths, but he’d always had an appreciation for the sea. That’s why, when the town became more deserted and Undyne had a good enough skill level as smith, he took up the Captains hat and now mostly spends his days out on sea. He also ferries people to places if they need him to. Oh, and just like in canon, Undyne learned most of her skills from him.

- Burgerpants is a poor dude Mettaton basically kidnapped when he was trying to get fame in the city. Now Burgerpants works wherever MTT needs him to, be that as cameraman for the tv shows, cashier in his tailor shop or his slave secretary in the mayor’s office.

- MK is Frisk’s best kid friend. MK’s parents are in charge of shipping the goods out of town and paying the individual people. MK’s the one that usually collects the goods at the end of the day.

- Other than that, there are only a few people in town. I’d imagine the older folks or the really young families stayed in town after it was closed. I think the librarby dude would still run the library. Some Snowdin residents like the stone family or the dogs also might still live there.

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annaraebananawriter · 4 years ago

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First off...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SQUID!!!

I honestly had no idea it was his birthday until last night from twitter. I was in the middle of writing this scene, in fact, and realized ‘Hey, you know what? I could probably get this done in time for it!’. Now here we are.

Secondly...This is a scene from one of my WIP’s. It will probably take place somewhere in the middle chapters, but I saw that it was a fairly out of context scene to show that it wouldn’t really matter if I showed it now as a teaser or later.

Obviously, I chose the latter.

That said, this is set to change a bit as the WIP develops, but it’ll be nice to see what you all think of it. Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically UTMV

Pairings: Implied Errorink, or Pre-Errorink

Characters: Error (Who belongs to CQ) and Ink (Who belongs to Comyet)

Warnings: Nothing really. Although, again, it is a scene from a wip, which means that it is not in it’s final form. Let me know!

Word Count: 2488

~oOo~

His phone buzzed on the floor beside him. Ink paused in the middle of trying to balance a pencil on his finger, which was probably a losing battle, but since when has that ever stopped him before? That’s right, never. And it never would. Setting the pencil aside, he checked his phone and read the short message.

mommy-bear

Are you coming home for supper? It’s past 5.

Ink jumped, looking outside to see that, indeed, the sun was lower in the sky and time had in fact passed. They must’ve gotten lost in the throughs of their homework, or the casual avoidance of it, for one of them. Error seems to have made some sort of headway into the work from Mx. Alex. Good for him. He’ll be able to hand it in on Monday without it bugging him in the back of his mind while he ignores that bugging and just doddles instead of doing his work like he should until the next thing he knows it’s almost midnight on Sunday and he still hasn’t gotten it done.

But honestly, who would do that? Certainty not Ink.

Error had also noticed his jump and was looking at him now. “What is it?”

“Just a text from my mom.” He answered, gathering up his things. A glance to his study buddy showed Error blinking and setting down his pencil as well in order to listen. “She was just wondering where I was. It’s after five, y’know? I said I’d be back then.”

“Oh.” Error fell silent after that.

Once his things were all accounted for (he did lose his eraser for a minute there and partially freaked out about it, which was kind of silly as he had plenty more than just this one white one, others that were far more colourful, but he didn’t have to worry for long—Error had silently placed it on the bed for him to grab, making Ink smile in gratitude), Ink walked to the bedroom door and got to the top of the stairs before he realized another pair of footsteps were following him.

Man, Error really needed to take him up on the suggestion of bells. He was too silent on his feet, just too much like a ghost for his liking. Not that he didn’t like ghosts. He just didn’t like people being silent when their walking. It made him paranoid.

Ink turned around. “You know I can just walk myself back, right? I literally live right next door.” He held up one finger. “That’s the house right beside yours.”

Error scowled, just like he always did when Ink pointed things out like that. It was also a reason why he was determined to point things like that out as often as he did, which was rather often. “Don’t be stupid. Of course I know that.”

“Then why are you following me?”

“What if I wasn’t? What if I just decided to get some food? To do that, I’d need to go to the kitchen, which is also downstairs.” He gestured to the passageway to said downstairs. “Those are the only stairs to get there.”

Ink smirked, “You have a box on the top shelf of your closet where you keep all the chocolate you bought, stole, or stole from Fell.” This statement was rewarded with a light blush of embarrassment from Error, who looked around as if to make sure his brothers didn’t overhear.

Ink was sure that they already knew though.

He also suspected that they put chocolate in the box too, as Error was sometimes surprised that there was some there when he had said he had eaten it all.

“I didn’t even say I was getting chocolate! I might be getting something else.”

“You don’t snack on anything but chocolate.” Error’s scowl deepened. “You also sort of admitted to following me” He couldn’t help but laugh when the blush on Error’s skull deepened in realization and his taller friend looked away from him. It was always interesting to see just how much it took to get to this shade of blue, with the yellow freckle-like dots just barely seen overtop. The sight made Ink want to draw it.

He wanted to draw it so badly.

Laughter dying down, Ink tilted his head and smiled at Error. “If you wanted to walk with me, you could’ve just asked.”

For some reason, Error glanced back at him and quickly looked away again, blush deepening again, the yellow becoming brighter. He also started to glitch a little bit, which would normally spark a tiny bit of worry, but he could see that the other wasn’t in any danger, so he had no reason to worry. If the glitches got worse, then he could worry.

That was…pretty much the saying for being friends with him.

‘If the glitches got worse, then you could worry.’

Error burrowed down, like he usually would if he had his scarf on. It was, presumably, back in his room. Weird. The glitch he knew never went anywhere without his scarf; at school, at home, at the café, at the park, walking, sitting, it was always on. Well, it probably came off at home. Here he was with his family, a safe, happy environment away from the judging eyes of school and the city. He could be himself here. That’s an assumption, at least, hopefully the right one. Ink didn’t know the relationship between skeleton and scarf and never asked, never would talk about it until, or if, Error brought it up. He wanted to respect his privacy, after all.

But now that he thought about it, the scarf had been coming off around him lately. It had started off small. It started with it being up to his mouth, almost as if a way to hide or be smaller than he was. That was how it was for a while. Then one morning, it was down just a bit, just under his mouth. And as the days passed and the two talked more and became friends, the scarf would be lower and lower. Down to the chin in Math. Under the chin the next day. Around his neck a week later in English class.

It was almost like earning his trust. He had earned Error’s trust, which meant that he got to see the skeleton behind the scarf. The true, unshielded one.

It was…kind of nice, to be honest.

Ink blinked, coming back to himself and realizing that Error had mumbled something.

“Sorry, what?”

Error looked back at him and sighed a little before speaking up just enough so that Ink could hear. “I said, can I…walk with you?” His arms went in front of him. Ink guessed that it was a temporary shield in place of the scarf.

He was prepared to be rejected and just walk back to his room.

Well, Ink couldn’t have that, now could he?

“Of course!” The smile on his face widened and he started down the stairs with lighter steps. It was always nice when friends offered to walk you home or something of the sort. The walk was less lonely, even if you never spoke a word.

It’s just how it was.

They talked in the small time it took to get from Error’s house to Ink’s. Well, that wasn’t really true. Ink did most of the talking, which ended up being mostly complaints about homework and school and also talk about his works in progresses. Error just listened quietly, humming or nodding in certain spots. He would like to think that Ink could talk about nothing at all and Error would listen. It just seemed to be the way he was.

Their friendship was a good one. Maybe there were a few unbalances here and there, but overall, it was good and healthy and, most importantly, mutual. It benefited both of them in different ways. Ink had someone who would listen without interrupting, who cared about his interest and how he felt, even though he didn’t have a soul and relied on substitutes. Error had someone who didn’t pressure him into a conversation, who gave him and respected his personal space and asked before touching his things and body. It was like a missing piece just fell into place, so perfect, it felt like it hadn’t been missing at all.

That said, there were some hurdles.

Like how Ink was soulless. There was always that thought, loud or quiet, one that questioned whether the love he felt towards his friends and family was real. Or if he was just deluding himself and everyone around him into thinking that they were. This thought had always been there, since before Dream and Blue, before Error, before anyone he was with now—what if it was all fake?

It was kind of silly. The substitutes he took acted as a soul. It supplied him his soul magic, the working parts of his body and the emotion spectrum. He may not feel things as intensely as others and may be lacking a feeling in a certain way, but that didn’t mean they weren’t real. They’re substitutes for a reason, after all.

…Ah! They’ve arrived at his house.

Ink blinked, stopping on the first step and turning back to Error. “So…” he said, finding himself unable to think of what else to say. He shifted awkwardly and cleared his throat. “I’ll see you next Friday?” He tried to think back on what else was going on in school. “We have some sort of project to do or test to study for, right?”

Error nodded. “Yeah, I think so.” He fell silent too, but didn’t leave like Ink had expected. He lingered, clearly thinking about something with the way his arms slightly glitched around. He didn’t say anything, though.

“Anything else?” Ink asked, trying to prompt him.

The blush, which had died down as they walked over here, brightened again. “Um…yeah, actually.” Error straightened and fiddled with his sleeve. “Do you remember the lesson we had…I think it was a month ago? In Health?”

Ink rocked on his heels as he thought. It was times like these that he cursed his memory. A month ago…a month ago…he didn’t really remember a lot of the lessons from a month ago. But the ones that he did… “Do you mean the one about the different types of intimacy? I only recall that it was about intimacy, nothing specific.”

“Yeah…yeah, that’s the one.”

“Okay…why is it important?” Curious. Error rarely asked him if he could remember a lesson from as long as a month ago. He knew how bad Ink’s memory was, so why did he ask? And why now, of all times?

“I, uh…w-well…” Error stuttered. Error didn’t normally stutter. It was only when he glitched really badly and was on the verge of crashing that he stuttered, or lagged, as he liked to call it. Normally, though, he spoke fine, if quiet and almost echoey.

Speaking of glitches…the ones on his arms had quickened up a little. Not enough to be too worrying yet, but definitely something to watch over.

Frowning, Ink was just about to bring that to attention when Error spoke again, voice clearer. “Just…can you…raise your hand?” He slowly brought up a hand with the inside facing Ink, like he was to high-five someone. “Like this?”

Ink eyed him suspiciously.

One of the first things he had learned about Error was that the other had haphephobia. He couldn’t stand people touching him, as it usually caused a flurry of glitches in the touched spot, and sometimes it was so bad that the minute someone touched him, he crashed. Those days were few, but they have happened. Ink had been lucky that it hasn’t happened since meeting Error. But this fact he had taken in and committed to memory, determined to not trigger his friend like that.

He would hate himself, if he did.

But now Error was asking him to raise his hand? For what? He couldn’t see them high-fiving. It would be too painful for Error and frankly a bit of a reach for Ink (he hated being short like that). And because it would be painful, he couldn’t see why he had to raise his hand.

But he was curious.

Curiosity usually made his answers for him.

Just as slowly as Error did, Ink raised his hand, mirroring the one in front of him.

Error inhaled and…

Ink’s mind froze.

He could barely focus on Error stepping closer as excitement and happiness began to take over. The urge to squeal was overwhelming, but he reigned himself in as he knew that wouldn’t help Error at all. It would probably just make him run away and never come near Ink again. And he didn’t want that. So, he forced himself to stay still and stay quiet, eyes focused on the hand that started to come closer and closer to his.

He could see the black bones begin to glitch a ton and felt a spark of worry—despite what might just happen, he didn’t want Error to hurt himself. He would never want him to—he should speak up now. He should tell Error to stop and calm down.

They didn’t have to do it like this.

They didn’t even have to touch at all!

They didn’t…have to…

It was…warm.

Fuzzy.

The hands contrasted starkly and they would be stunning in a painting. The white of Inks and the black of Errors. They were different, but they looked so well together.

This…This had to be a dream.

But it wasn’t. There was a light touch to his bones, just enough to know that the hand against his was, in fact, against his and trembling ever so slightly and actually existed in the world and not just his imagination. Somehow, this made it even more surreal. He knew it was real…but he just couldn’t believe it.

If this was a dream, he didn’t want to wake up.

Despite his promise to stay still, Ink shakily inhaled.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

Error retracted his hand and walked away quickly. Ink was slow to realize what was happening and so by the time his hand was up and the name of his tongue, his friend was already gone. He stood there with his arm outstretched, gazing at the house next door blankly.

He slowly looked down at his hand.

It still tingled.

Gently wrapping his other hand around it, not daring to actually touch, he brought the hands closer to his chest, right over where his soul would be.

It felt like something should be beating wildly in there.

It felt like some new emotion had been lodged in his substitutes.

And somehow, it felt like that contact, the light touch of hands, was far more intimate than a kiss had ever and would ever be.

#my writing #my fanfiction #oneshot #teaser #errorink #implied errorink #pre-errorink #error sans #ink sans #utmv #fluff #happy birthday ink!

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the-river-person · 3 years ago

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I’m going to have to make a list of these eventually. But know that the world in “The Alleyway” is now considered "open for use" or “Community Shared” without the need to request permission from the creator (me) though I’d like to be tagged and credited still. Name of Au: WarrenTale Creator: the-river-person Date of Appearance: Aug 1st, 2021 Universe: WarrenTale is a Universe where Monsters and Humans live freely together within the four major cities of the Claustra Alliance. The Alliance is ruled over by an Emperor who mostly allows the city officials or rulers to each do as they see fit. Citizens are not allowed to leave the confines of the cities, which are large enough to be mostly comfortable for a lot of people, except by special rail cars which carry people to the other cities. The reason for this confinement is the Corruption. A supposed poison or infection that covers the land and deadens it, rendering it blackened or grey, and everything on it that is infected. The official reports state that the Corruption originated during the Human and Monster War and that in order to survive, Humans and Monsters formed an emergency peace treaty and created the cities with magic and technology, thus diverging WarrenTale from the main course of events of Undertale. Each city is supposed to corespond to one of the original Game’s main areas. Vandfald, the only named city thus far, is based on the Waterfall Area and features a city of colossal towers that carry layers of open-air streets and numerous districts. This cluster of towers stands in a deep gorge whose depths cannot be seen from above. Water is pumped in from below and put to use all over the city to generate power, the canals then dump it back down into the gorge via massive waterfalls. The city’s drinking and bathing water is pumped in specially to prevent any Corruption. There is still technology in this world, but its either primitive stuff or very very advanced. Little of the stuff we’d recognize remains unless its scavenged from outside the Cities and repaired to be sold by illegal merchants. The Warren is a set of twisted labyrinthine streets that are home to vagrants and vagabonds, shady dealers, persecuted minorities, criminals of various kinds, and pretty much most outcasts from the Cities. They are built to resemble the streets and styles of all four of the Cities, but are actually quite far away from all of them. Technology and Magic as old as the War was scavenged, rebuilt, and used to make numerous Gateways and Posterns that lead into the Four Cities in various locations. In the event of an incursion, these gateways can be shut down to cut off access. Denizens of the Warren see themselves as apart from the Cities and the Emperor’s rule, though not everyone sees themselves as a rebellion. Characters: Frisk: A Gender Neutral child of about twelve years of age who lives with the Dreemurr Family after having been adopted through the system at a young age (a deeply traumatic experience). Though the Dreemurrs are not cruel people and would never try to hurt anyone, they are not the most ideal parents and can sometimes be both neglectful and controlling. Madame Toriel: A charming woman, but somewhat overzealous about what she terms “climbing the social ladder”. This entails hosting large dinners and galas with all sorts of important people, especially Minister Sans. The Minister is of particular importance to her because he is Minister of Finance and Commerce for the City of Vandfald, and the Dreemurr family owns a budding trading company. She may be sweet on Sans, but its difficult to tell whether that’s real or merely a product of her ambitions. Though she sees herself as benevolent and kindly, she likes to have things her way and can aggressively micromanage everyone around her until she’s satisfied. Azzy: The child of Madame Toriel and Master Asgore. Suffers from neglect and is often ill and anxious. Whenever he’s well enough he likes to spend time out in the extensive gardens around the family house and sometimes to visit the city gardens. His favorite flower is a kind of golden blossom whose name he hasn’t found out yet, though he’s memorized the names of every other flower in the city. Master Asgore: A monster consumed by his desire for wealth, left a shell of himself. He is always working, always trying to make better trades, make new profitable deals. Driven by the need to provide a “better” life for his family, he is neglectful and absent. Though others might think him friendly and charming, he is solely focused on rising up in the world. Always rising, but never really stopping, never finding that enough is enough, and slowly losing the very things he’s certain that he’s caring for. Doggo: Surprisingly he’s an old University Professor, fired for teaching his students about dissenting views against the Alliance, the Cities, and the Emperor, about pre war history and philosophy, and about a number of things the city officials decided were “deliberately harmful to the prospects of students by taking up their time with unnecessary and outdated or irrelevant studies.” (In other words, they didn’t want to say he was a threat to the state so he got the boot). He still keeps in contact with several of his students, one of whom is Minister Sans of Vandfald City. Doggo now lives in the Warrens, and has printed several books with his knowledge (all banned by the Emperor after copies were found and confiscated by city law enforcement) under various pseudonyms. Minister Sans: For all appearances he is a respectable and upstanding Citizen. He oversees trade and business for Vandfald as well as setting the government’s budgets. However he is also well aware of the Warrens and is actively engaged in a growing resistance to the control of the Emperor. He is not publicly known to have a brother, but he cares very deeply for Papyrus and ensures that he always has more than enough to live on despite the fact they rarely see one another anymore. Papyrus: The Doorkeeper. Papyrus is rarely seen in person, spending almost all of his time in his home, hidden deep in the lower levels of Vandfald City’s towers. He has control of the mechanisms that maintain the entrances to the Warrens. Individual gates and doors can be shut by someone nearby in the Warrens. But this lonely skeleton holds the key to shut or open any or all of them whenever he wishes. How he ended up in charge of this is unknown, but he’s made it his life’s work to keep the Warrens free and the refugees living there safe. He spends so much time alone, watching the gateways, that it consumes him, driving him half mad. Sitting in the dark and staring at screens from ancient computers as old as the War of Humans and Monsters. Sans visits rarely, and ensures he has money and food and anything else he wants. Aron and Catty: Two married monsters who live in the Warrens. Traders and merchants, they sell illegally scavenged and repaired technology from the badlands beyond the city. Aron is a very handsome aquatic monster with muscular features and comes off as a used car salesman. He is deeply devoted to his Cat Monster wife and would do anything for her. She is only slightly resentful towards their situation, having come from a moderately wealthy family, but loves him just as fiercely. Despite this, they quarrel constantly, and she whacks him with whatever is on hand (really he doesn’t mind this and they both know it. It’s more for the show of getting their frustrations out.) Chilldrake: Child of the Drake family, a family who runs a restaurant in Vandfald City. His friends include Azzy, Frisk, a mouse (whose father works in the restaurant), and a monster named Suzy. Can I use this AU in my story/comic/video/art?: Yes. I only ask that I be tagged and credited! So I can come see what cool stuff you did! Can I write a story/comic or make a video for this AU that tells its story?: Sure. I don’t have a story for it. I might come back and do a one shot or two. But all stories for it are equally canon. Is Mistral Sans an official part of this AU?: He is not. Mistral visited, and ended up giving advice to Frisk and Azzy. But he won’t interfere with events here, and has told them not to mention him to anyone. He might offer them one or two pieces of advice if they really need it, but its likely he’ll be long gone before the story draws to its close. He’s just here to see what this Universe is like. Will you answer questions about this AU’s characters, places, and history?: Sure. I’d love to. Just send an ask and if I have an answer, I’ll let you know. Or if I never thought about that, I can probably figure it out in order to answer.

#WarrenTale #mistral sans #the alleyway #undertale au #community shared undertale au #alternate universe #feel free to reblog #reblogs welcome #undertale #undertale one shot #community shared au

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braindeadskeletons · 5 years ago

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Speaking of music, I really like to sing, and I think I'm actually pretty good at it. I don't open up very easily at all, so if I'm honest with you I really trust you. And I've been described as the friend everyone comes to for comfort/advice, and I take that role with pride. In public, I can be very affectionate, or not affectionate at all. It really depends on what my S/O would like. But when we're home, I'm usually pretty clingy. (I hope thiat wasn't too much, or too little, info!) (2/2)

okay so I did a huge whoops and deleted the first half of this ask. Here's the first part of it:

Hi, I'm here for a matchup! (Sorry in advance if I do a lot of asks to fit in all my info). My name is Viper, I am Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Polyamorus. I am an ambivert, who normally doesn't leave my house unless asked, but once I do my inner extrovert comes out. But I can only take so much, and after a couple of hours I'll need some alone time to relax. I like to read adventure/sci-fi/horror books when I get the chance. I also am an amateur artist, who listens to music 24/7. (1/?)

Hello there! Don't worry about it at all the more information on you the merrier. Reading this you honestly sound like such an awesome person to be around with and just hangout. Like I could just say something that's been on my mind for a really long time and it's pretty heavy but you completely just listen and understand. You're just someone everybody gets along with you know? Immediately when I read everything two boys came to mind instantly and though they may be the most basic answers I'd say I got the match pretty accurate. Or at least I'd like to think so lol. Thank you so much for sending this in!

I match you with Horrortale!Sans and Undertale!Sans

Alright so immediately off the bat you may be thinking 'how the fuck did I get here?' and honestly that's a valid question. You don't exactly see the two and think that they're best friends who could both share a very cute human. Axe reflects Sans in such a way that really disturbs him. If the human just made one different decision Sans would've been left in the underground to starve with every other monster. He also isn't very fond of how Crooks appears and it kind of haunts him that in another timeline he failed Paps. Axe on the other hand isn't fond of Sans because he feels like he always acts high and mighty. He doesn't like how Sans can sit around and act like Axe is some sort of freak when Sans isn't even a completely innocent monster himself. He just acts like a lazy idiot but he isn't. It also doesn't help that whenever Axe looks at Sans he's just reminded of how his Frisk wronged him. He's reminded that he isn't the monster he used to be because of the head injury he endured and the hardships underground. As mentioned before, one wrong move and at the end of the day Sans and Axe are one of the same. They both reflect the parts of each other that they would rather live without confronting.

There's immediately a lot to unpack here from the start. Getting the two to even begin to compromise on a poly relationship with you is admittedly going to be a challenge. It would require you to be able to firmly hold your ground and get them to sort their shit out. It's a lot of conversation and trust needed in order for this to work out. In the end, they both come to the compromise after a lot of discussion and setting boundaries of what is and isn't alright with them. Sometimes they might clash a bit and have those issues resurface (its very rare since both skeletons when needed are amazing at concealing their emotions) and you'll need to act as the middleman. At the end of the day it's all worth it to them just to see you happy.

Let's start off first with Sans. It's amazing how I've gone on for a bit and I haven't even technically started. The fact that you don't really like going out of your way to go out unless asked to is a bit of a relief. It's not that Sans doesn't like socializing, it's just that a lot of the time he really needs a break to just relax on the couch and nap with you, you know? He's got a lot on his mind and Papyrus often scolds him for sleeping and with Grillby's it can at times be overwhelming when he just needs peace and quiet. Just knowing that his cute datemate isn't going to do any of that helps him relax. It's going to be a lot of just enjoying each other's company even if it's quiet at the start. The silence between you two isn't ever uncomfortable though, just enjoying your company is enough for him. Of course there will actually be times where he does offer you to go to Grillby's and when you say yes he's always really happy to share his favorite bar with you. When you two sit together at his usual spot it's a lot of him joking around with you and absolutely looking at you with heart eyes when he gets a certain genuine laugh out of you. He's actually teased about it a lot the few times you don't accept his offer to go to Grillby's. Sans lives to see you smile with his jokes and he just tells them that they're jealous he ended up with such a cute datemate and they didn't. If you ever find yourself exhausted and you need to go home after you're bone tired just tell him and he'll teleport you right home no hassle.

Once you reach a certain point in your relationship Sans will start to gradually accept your affection. You'll need to ease him into it, since he's really not used to anybody besides his brother showing him any sort of affection. Of course before this he's absolutely bombarding you with flirty puns numerous times but physical affection? That's going to take a while. However once he's used to it you can absolutely smother him all you want. He'll only get embarrassed if it's in a public place like Grillbys but he's good at hiding it for the most part. In front of people like his brother he'll still be a little unsure but for the most part it's like a running joke where Pap yells at him to knock it off and Sans pushes his buttons a little. It often goes a little like this:

Papyrus: SANS! I DEMAND THAT YOU UNHAND THE HUMAN THIS INSTANT!

Sans, a hand on your waist: what human?

Papyrus: THE ONE IN YOUR POSSESSION

Sans, pulling you closer: this human?

Papyrus: SANS

Sans: this one right here?

Papyrus: SANS STOP

Sans, moving his hands a little lower:

Papyrus: SANS PLEASE WE'RE SURROUNDED BY CHILDREN THIS IS A HUMAN CHILD'S 5TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION

It's all in good fun and he never goes further than that. The one place he'll draw the line is if you get a little too sexual for him in public. Especially if his brother is right there. He prefers to keep that stuff just between you and him.

Okay now onto Axe! Unlike Sans, Axe would rather stay inside for the rest of his life than go outside. His appearance discourages him from wanting to do so. If you're with him this mentality will probably be projected onto you as well. He won't really ask you to go out anywhere (unless it's somewhere he specifically knows will make you happy) so in terms of that don't expect much from him. Axe is really happy that you don't really like going out either way and you'd rather spend time with him inside the house where it's safe, warm, and he can keep an eye out for you. It's comforting to him that he can know where you are and that you're happy with him. His favorite moments with you are when you've got your head in a book and he sees your face relax as you get lost in your own little world. It's just the cutest thing. Axe absolutely adores the fact that you're clingy because unlike his counterpart (assuming that at this point he obviously trusts you) it doesn't take time for him at all to want to cuddle you, hold you in his arms, kiss you, etc. He's shy about none of it. The only thing you'd really need to look out for is when you try and initiate affection yourself. It's not that it's unwelcomed; he just doesn't take surprises well due to the nature of his underground. Make sure that you let him know what's coming and you'll both be perfectly fine. During the few times that you two are in public together he's not shy about showing the world that you're his. The only time where he might ask you to step back a little is when you're with his brother. He doesn't like Crooks seeing stuff like this because he still has an instinct to protect him from things. Not that you'd ever try anything of course.

An aspect about you that both skeletons greatly appreciate is how you're very honest with the people that you love and that you act as the friend who listens. They've both found themselves in the same position as you and now that you're dating both of them it's a wonderful change of pace. You all can sit down and vent to each other instead of only listening to others rant and you all absolutely trust each other. Honesty and integrity are both traits the skeletons really look for in a datemate. There's basically no secrets between the three of you and for your skeleton boys thats definitely new for them. As for your talent with singing and art? They genuinely can't get enough of either. Whenever you draw something? Sans will literally stare and wonder how he ended up with someone as talented as you meanwhile Axe has already grabbed the drawing and put it on the fridge. If you ever try and talk yourself down both of them are immediately on your case about how you shouldn't put yourself down and that everything you make is a masterpiece. Axe will literally also ask you who the fuck made you think like that and where do they live. He isn't joking. Sans won't be as vocal about it as Axe is but he's listening in as well. With your singing they both love your voice to pieces. Sans will hype you up to every single person at Grillby's and even encourage you to let others hear your talent. If not, that's cool too. He can just sit and listen at home. Axe mostly likes to ask for you to sing to him when he's having a really rough day or when it's late at night and you're both alone. What can he say? It helps him sleep.

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emile-hides · 5 years ago

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YouWatch

This is a conversation topic that came up playing Overwatch last night; What if the Overwatch cast all has YouTube channels?

And while we voiced our opinions and debated to eachother, I feel the need to share all of my own takes as well.

Now, there’s 32 of these assholes so I’ll put it under the cut. Cause it’s long

Ana

Her channel is called “Grandma reacts”

Her viewers send her videos or shows to react to

She likes to have Jack, Gabe, Rein, and Torb on sometimes for some of the funnier videos

Hates daredevil compilations of people on high places with no safety gear

She swears at jump scares

Ashe

Daily vlogs

She calls her viewers part of the gang

BOB is the camera man and the crowd favorite

She mostly just likes to chat about nothing while wandering around the hide out

BOB makes really cool time lapses of them riding her bike down Route 66

Baptiste

Runs an advice channel

Mostly does Q&A live streams

All of his ad revenue goes to local charities and hospitals

People sometimes donate to him and that also goes to charity

There’s a very slim chance he got overnight famous because he’s so pretty

Bastion

One 12 minute video of him playing with Ganymede in Torbjorn’s backyard

Torbjorn recorded it for him

Brigitte

Tried to do a make-up channel

Eventually devolved into a “How to” builder’s channel

Can put together an Ikea bookshelf in 15 minutes without even glancing at the instructions

Ikea furniture speed runs are her most popular videos

D.Va

Canonically already has a gaming channel

Also has a daily vlog channel where she hangs out with Lucio and Junkrat a lot

Takes requests on what games she plays

Despite mainly being an online PvP gamer, she adores playing story games and voice acting

She cried on live stream when she finished Undertale

Doomfist

Runs Talon’s official YouTube channel

All the videos are join Talon adds

Echo

Her channel is a mash

Will play or do any kind of video that’s popular at the moment

There’s three episodes of a Minecraft LP left to die

Seven vlogs all recorded almost 3 months apart

Two animations she made herself

A couple of reaction videos

And a Pachimari unboxing

She has a lot of sponsors

Genji

Also, canonically, has a gaming channel

Sometimes does videos of sick ninja tricks in his backyard

Has the same channel from before his fight with Hanzo, so there’s a 4-5 year gap between two videos

“So my brother tried to kill me” is the first video he makes when he finally comes back

Occasionally makes “Master reacts to (anime)” videos with Zenyatta

Hanzo

The show off channel

It’s mostly just target practice with his bow and arrow Genji recorded for him

90% of his comments are telling him to put a shirt on and cover the nipple

His channel also went dead after he killed Genji

Might start recording and uploaded unscheduled vlogs during his hobo days

Also does movie reviews

Junkrat

If I may defer your attention to this post

Yeah he just runs a demolition channel

Roadhog makes sure the camera doesn’t get damaged

Junkrat really loves the slow motion effect

Lucio

Like Hana, he has two channels

One is his official music channel with music videos and concert clips

The other is also a vlog channel where he hangs out with Hana and Jamie

He’ll also talk about serious issues and his opinions on them on his second channel

McCree

Much like Hanzo, runs a show off channel

His is more popular because he’s straight up a cowboy though

People think it’s a gimmick for the channel. They have no idea he looks and sounds like that all the time

Mei

Has a scientific fact of the day Podcast with Winston

Talks about big issues

Her channel is very kid friendly and she explains things like global warming in a way they can understand

A lot of her videos will be watched by kids in science class

Mercy

“What to do encase of an emergency” tutorial videos

Gives basic medical training, like how to do CPR

Her videos are short and to the point so they can be played in an actual emergency

Genji is usually the person she uses as an example

Moira

Her channel is like Junkrat’s but more contained(?)

She does dangerous shit with chemicals but somehow it always ends wholesomly

The last minute of the video she speaks in a soothing Bob Ross voice as the lab is on fire behind her

The videos typically end with Angella coming back from her break

Orisa

It’s technically Efi’s channel

It’s a vlog to record Orisa’s progress tword becoming Numbani’s protector

Very popular, everyone loves how wholesome Orisa is

The money from the ads goes to fixing whatever Orisa breaks while trying to be helpful

All rude comments are deleted

Pharah

Show off channel

“99 dunks in a row” and such types of videos

They’re typically sped up with relaxing music

Lucio has appeared to play soccer with her a few times

Reaper

As Gabriel Reyes he ran a prank channel around the Overwatch base

He didn’t do any pranks that hurt or scared people though

Just recorded himself eating vanilla pudding out of a mayo jar to get people’s reactions

His favorite people to prank were Jesse and Genji because they had the most over the top reactions

Reinhardt is unprankable

The channel died with the fall of Overwatch

Reinhardt

Advice channel but louder than Baptiste

He’s full of energy in every one of his videos

Calls himself his viewer’s Grandpa

If anyone comes to him for advice on how to handle abuse of any kind he will adopt them on the spot

Also does meme reactions, sometimes has to have Brigitte explain what makes it funny

Has one video where he speaks quietly called “Grandpa reads a bedtime story” and it’s literally just him reading a bedtime story with soft music in the background

Roadhog

Toy unboxings

All of his videos are silent aside from the cute music he puts of them

The only part of him that’s ever on camera are his hands

Sigma

All his videos devolve into rambles about the universe

Other than that his channel doesn’t have a real theme

He tries to explain scientific principals but quickly turns into a shouting mess about the universe and gravity

Moira is the one to stop recording in the middle of his breakdowns

Soldier 76

Use to run a tutorial channel

Gabe called it “Dad Teaches you” and Jack hates that he’s not your father

He teaches you to cook basic meals and do simple repairs on a car

He talks in a very fatherly voice

Begrudgingly, he became his veiwers father

His channel died with Overwatch as well

Sombra

Gaming channel, but hacked

Does glitched speedruns on live stream

Clickbait thumbnails and titles

“How to get 1,000,000,000 free V-Bucks in Fortnite”

Steals kid’s Fortnite accounts

Symmetra

Stim channel

All of her videos focus on satisfying visuals

Someone asked her to do ASMR once and she hated it. The video existed for less than 24 hours

Torbjorn

Like Brigitte, runs a builder channel

It also doubles as a story time channel as he tends to ramble about the good old days

All his videos are 30+ minutes long

Somehow adds “and that’s how I lost my eye” to every story so no one knows how it actually happened

Bastion guest appears in a lot or Torb’s videos but only because he’s bored and wants attention

Tracer

Animated story telling

Makes animations of their missions and her day-to-day life

Thanks to her chronal accelerator animations take half as long

Still only uploads like two videos a month

Widowmaker

Food review videos

Hates everything, nothing gets high marks

Gets view ship cause she’s hot and very snarky

Winston

His channel is exactly like Mei’s

It’s more popular though because he’s a monkey and thus draws kid’s attention better

All of his viewers are elementary school science teachers and their class

Wrecking Ball

Tried to do a builder channel but all the comments were on how cute he is

Hates being called cute so he made his mech say swear words

He’s very popular with little boys

Also loves destruction and may destroy things for fun

“5000lbs wrecking ball VS Junkrat’s house”

Zarya

Vlogs but like... Work out vlogs.

It’s just time lapses of her at the gym

Insanely popular with lesbians for very obvious reasons

Encourages her viewers to take care of themselves and start slow

Blew a kiss at the camera once, became the most used image of her on the internet

Zenyatta

Most of his videos are relaxing music over beautiful visuals he recorded

The other half of his videos are meditation leadings and yoga

He’s also done videos on the omnic crisis and talked in length on his belief for the future

Has one video of him pranking Genji

#Overwatch #Long post #Under the cut #I'm not tagging every character it's literally all of them #I liked writing these down though #Overwatch Youtubers AU

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sp00ks-odyssey · 4 years ago

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Before You Follow Me-

☆ I don't do roleplays as much or not at all

☆ I have other sites and in real life things I have to take care of so I won’t be on all the time to chat so If you message and I don’t answer then I’m busy

☆ I'm on for fun not for arguments or hate sometimes I get mad or triggered I try to avoid being rude or lashing out in anger

☆ I hate myself, my ideas and my art and I can't help it

☆ I'm not used to kindness so if you say or do something nice for me I will try and beg you to let me do something in return or deny your nice words cause I physically can't accept it

☆ The word "Love" Is dead to me, please don't ask why and please don't use it towards me or want me to say it back

☆ Don't force your fandom on me, if I don't want to get into it I don't have to but don't make me feel bad for not joining.

Don't Follow If: ☆ You're Homophobic, racist, sexist, ect. ☆ You're a Minor Attracted Person or a Pedophile. ☆ You're a toxic person. ☆ You just want a follow back. ☆ You don't respect my likes, dislikes, SelfShips etc. ☆ You get triggered by my rants ☆ You have NSFW work on your account (I do not like looking at those kinds of things please avoid making me see them) ☆ You don't respect people's pronouns. ☆ You have a problem with any of my friends. Follow If: ☆ You are okay with annoying ideas and 4:00 rants ☆ You're fine with my messed up personality and mood swings ☆ You like lazy terrible art, ideas and things I make ☆ You like memes, vines ☆ You are kind and nice not mean or rude ☆ You respect people's pronouns. ☆ You're in any of my Fandoms, (you may still follow if your not in my fandoms I don't mind) ☆ You respect my friends Disclaimers:

☆ I'm a really insecure person when it comes to new people. Please, be patient with me when getting to know me.

☆ It may take some time for me to respond to something but I may also reply instantly, If I don't respond please don't spam me I'm probably busy and can't come online or my wifi is out or my computer died.

☆ If I think I did something wrong, I will probably apologize over and over again. Do not get mad at me for this, it will just make me apologize even more and stress me out, I will think literally anything small was my fault.

☆ It takes a very long time for me to warm up to someone fully, me ranting or talking to you doesn't mean I'm instantly your friend, please don't try and rush me to get me to become your true friend. I need time when getting to know you. Eventually, I'll count you as a friend once I know you better and feel like I'm able to talk to you if I don't forget.

☆ Please try your best not to get mad at me and yell at me for something simple. I forget things, I get triggered easily and my mood swings vary, I type before I think cause writing is how I let out my emotions at the time, I don't mean to be rude.

☆ It's hard for me to get used to life on the web, I'm old school and don't know many recent trends so if I don't know or like something you share please don't hate me, get mad or call me names. ☆ I'm forgetful, I can't remember good so if I say I forgot something please help me remember it if it's important. ☆ I can't be on 24/7, my phone and laptop are too old for 24/7 play so I need to take days offline and go do something else without feeling like a jerk for leaving so when I leave please don't make me feel bad by complaining I wasn't on.

☆ When I say I have to go that means I need to get up and go no matter what I was doing, I always wait for the person I talk to to let me know I can go by them saying bye or later or cya but please, when I say I need to go don't worry me by saying something sad or spam my pms with vents, usually I can't see the bye from them cause I need to get up and go so if I don't answer after you said bye then that means I left. ☆ I get triggered easily and when I vent or rant it's cause I feel like I can without problem and I try to delete it later, so if you see a rant or vent of mine please don't add your own problems to the vent post cause then I worry about you when I'm stressing over my own things which won't end well so please if you see a rant don't repost it or comment on it with something bad about your own life or how it's a mood cause (Insert problem)

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☆ Five nights at Freddy's (first Fandom I've ever been in and the first video game I got into, and it's been awhile since I've seen what's happened)

☆ Sander Sides (Currently new) ☆ Invader Zim (I'm not really into it into it I'm on and off back and fourth) ☆ My Hero Academia (for a few years now) ☆ Undertale/Aus (old/new and in between) ☆ Soul Eater (another amazing anime I go back and fourth in) ☆ T H E D I S N E Y M O V I E S F A N D O M Accept all this before you follow

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if you wish to show me Ink Sans related memes, pictures etc go to that account or tag that account not this one

The same rules for following apply there as well

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its-the-g-tea-babey · 5 years ago

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Joker Asserts Dominance Over Banjo

It was a wild day at the Smash Mansion. It had been revealed that Terry Bogard would be making his way to Smash Bros, Banjo and Kazooie had finally arrived, and even SANS (from Undertale) was here! It was exciting for the fellow fighters to meet Sans, along with Banjo and his Bird friend. Everyone was crowded around the bear and bird duo, along with the skeleton.

Everyone except for Joker, that is.

As much as he wanted to meet Sans (he was a big fan of Undertale), he was scanning the scene with an air of dismay. He was almost certain he had been replaced by Banjo and his bitchy bird (who was not unlike Morgana), as they crowded around him and bombarded him with questions about his hometown now that Gruntilda wasn’t terrorizing Spiral Mountain anymore.

He secretly yearned to be at the spotlight, savoring his extremely extra and flashy moments as a Phantom Thief. But with Banjo being a cultural icon, it wasn’t very likely that he would be getting the spotlight soon.

Actually, scratch that.

Make it never.

He would never be popular ever again. He frowned as he gazed longingly at the other fighters, wishing they would notice he wasn’t there. But they wouldn’t. They wouldn’t notice him. Not over Banjo. He glared at the pudgy bear as his saddened frown turned into a rage-filled grimace. That bear, the one that took all his friends from him and left him to rot.

Damn him.

Damn him to the darkest, most sin filled pits of hell.

Hey, wait a minute.

Sin.

Joker’s eyes widened as the back of his mind made a plan. A devious plan to get rid of Banjo and Kazooie once and for all. A smirk split across his lips as his tongue licked and covered them with saliva. “I know what to do…” The Phantom Thief muttered devilishly as he slunk further into the shadows, planning on hatching his wicked plan very, very soon. “You better enjoy your time here, scuzz-fur and bird brain, for it’ll be very short.” He chuckled ominously as he disappeared from view.

***

It had been three days since Banjo, Kazooie, and Sans had come to stay at the Smash Mansion. It had been eventful, to say the least. The child fighters always fought over who would get to fight Banjo next, Pit would always be next to Sans, cracking terrible angel-themed puns (which Sans himself highly approved of) and Fox was surprisingly the only one to wonder where the actual hell Joker went. The vulpine pilot brought this up at the lunch table while talking to Palutena, Olimar, Kirby, and Ganondorf.

Palutena made a face like she left the oven on at her home as she realized that Joker was gone for the span of three days and she never noticed. “I don’t think he’s in trouble, he can take care of himself. He did kill a god, after all.” She said, despite the immense guilt and worry seeping into her words.

“You don’t sound so sure of that Palu.” Fox replied.

Kirby piped up. “You think he ran away cause he thought we didn’t love him anymore?”

McCloud’s ears flattened against his skull as remorse flooded his senses. “Considering his past, it’s very possible.” He said sadly.

“And the fact we’ve been basically latching onto Banjo and Kazooie doesn’t make it any better.” Ganondorf pointed out.

“You’re right, though I wish you weren’t…” Olimar, who had stayed silent the whole time they were talking, decided to put his piece onto the puzzle and help them in what way he could by throwing his input out there.

They all decided to put all their efforts into finding Joker and convincing him that he was still loved and wanted in the Smash Mansion.

***

“Where do you think he’ll be at 5:30?” Joker’s voice questioned.

“I dunno. Probably the garden.” Sans shrugged.

“Great! You just have to walk up to him, start up a conversation, tell him that there’s a fighter he never met, bring him to me, and bingo! Considering your charisma, quick wits, and his stupidity, there’s a 100% guarantee this’ll all work out!” Joker shot up from his seat and clapped his hands, fully knowing Banjo and Kazooie were going to get what they deserved very soon.

“Hehe. The funniest thing about this plan is that it’s not really a lie. There really is a fighter he never met, due to you hiding yourself so well.” Sans chuckled dryly.

Joker shrugged and nodded his head in agreement before sitting down once more. He looked at the clock. It was 5:27. He smiled broadly as he turned to his bony accomplice. “It’s time!” He beamed. “Sans, you must go to the garden!”

The skeleton winked at his Phantom Thief friend as he got up and started to walk out before turning his head towards Joker quizitivly. “What do you plan to do with them once you have them, kiddo?” He asked.

His beaming smile turned into a sadistic smirk as his eyes narrowed in an almost lusty way. “Something very, very wicked, my bony friend!”

Sans snorted loudly. “Okay. You do you kiddo. But i’m watching.” The skeleton had the final say as he left the room with an objective in mind for once.

***

It was bright and sunny when the bear Banjo and his bird friend Kazooie (who was tucked away in his backpack) strode into the garden to look at the flowers and cool his mind. He had been there for a few minutes when he heard the sound of someone walking towards him. He turned around to see Sans strolling on the path, while absentmindedly looking around, until setting his eyes on Banjo and waving to get his attention.

Banjo waved back and hopped over to the skeleton. “Lovely day, isn’t, Sans?” He cheerily called out. Sans shrugged his trademark shrug. “Yeah, I could guess so.” He replied. “Guessing is all you can do with that thick skull of yours, hollow-head!” Kazooie crowed. Banjo slapped the breegull on the back while muttering a hushed “Kazooie!” reprimandingly and looked up. “I’m very sorry about that, Sans.” He apologized profusely. Sans shrugged once again. “Nah, it’s nothin kid. Besides, I need you to come with me. Apparently there’s one fighter we somehow never met. I was shocked myself when I first met him. He’s a real piece of work, that’s what I say.”

Banjo’s shocked expression turned into one of excitement. “Well where is he, Sans?” The bear asked. The skeleton chuckled. “He’s somewhere in the back halls. Here, i’ll take you to him.” Banjo nodded swiftly and excitedly as he walked behind Sans, who showed them the way.

Sans snickered silently as he led the way to, unknowingly to Banjo and Kazooie, their doom.

Mission accomplished.

***

The door to the storage room opened as Sans walked into it with Banjo and Kazooie behind him. The group looked around the place in confusion as they wondered where this missing fighter actually was. Sans scratched his head, despite how impossible it may seem. “Huh. That’s strange. I thought he would be here.”

“Why would he be in a storage closet?” Kazooie piped up. Sans said nothing as he used his telekinesis to shut and lock the door, much to Banjo and Kazooie’s surprise. Banjo turned over to Sans while Kazooie flew out of the bag and attempted in vain to open the door. “S-Sans! What are you doing!” He gasped out.

“Helping me, worm-face!” A mysterious voice boomed. The lights went brighter, enough to reveal the mysterious figure, a teenager with a coal black ankle-length tailcoat, along with a dark gray high-necked waistcoat, that was embellished with shimmering gold accents, ink-colored pants, brownish-black shoes with pointed tips, a pair of bright red gloves, a black and white birdlike domino mask which drew attention to his eyes, which were blood red and almost glowing. The boy grinned as he descended from the top of the shelf, crimson eyes shimmering evily.

“Hey! Who are you?” Kazooie squawked loudly, obviously angry at being betrayed by Sans. The masked teenager smirked. “The name’s Ren. Ren Amamiya. But to all, I am known as Joker, the Phantom, the Trickster, and, hell, some even know me as Akira Kurusu, although Akira Kurusu is actually my middle name.” He cleared his throat. “But enough with that, I shall soon have my revenge, so you don’t need to hear my life story.”

Banjo tilted his head. “Revenge? On us? Why?” He asked in confusion. Joker shook his head. “Ever since you came here, nobody has talked to me, or even noticed that I was gone! Before you came along, I was loved and cherished by all! You stole everything from me!” He started to quiver with rage, and jealous, anger filled tears began to grow in his eyes as he lost more and more of his composure and began to be driven more and more by his own hatred. “And you’ll pay!” He growled. “You’ll pay for everything!” He snarled as he lunged straight for Banjo, whose eyes were wide and scared, and gripped him by his arms, claw-like fingers drawing blood from the frightened bear, eyes wide, insane, and flickering from blood red to silvery gray.

Kazooie then leapt onto Joker and started pecking at his hair, to which the phantom released Banjo and started scratching and clawing furiously at the freegull before finally hitting her hardly in the chest and watching her fly from his head to the ground in a crumpled mess. “Banjo…” She coughed weakly. “G-get out of here now…” Banjo shook his head and tried to run over to Kazooie, but tripped and fell over a bone which Sans conjured. The skeleton walked over and tied up the bear securely, so that he couldn’t escape while Joker did the same for Kazooie. The phantom thief crouched next to Kazooie and grinned. “I’m going to enjoy this a lot.” He taunted. Kazooie grimaced. “What are you going to do, scum-bag?” Joker brightened up, despite just being insulted. “This.” He said right before grabbing Kazooie and licking her beak. The breegull squawked in disgust as Joker licked her a second time before putting her head inside his mouth. Kazooie cawed and crowed as she attempted to escape Joker’s maw, but to no avail as Joker continued to swallow her whole until she was fully in his stomach chamber, making sure to remove the ropes binding the bird. Joker licked his lips and patted his bulging stomach contently, whereas Banjo looked the fighter in fear, for he had just watched Kazooie get eaten alive, by a teenage boy, no less! Banjo’s eyes widened and he gulped as Joker set his sights on the bear and started to walk in his direction. The phantom crouched, his distended belly sticking out. He tilted Banjo’s head up to his eye level. “You’re gonna be with her soon, so don’t worry about a thing.”

“Kinky.” Sans commented as Joker loosened the ropes on Banjo so that he could eat him easier. Joker then licked his nose, before putting his face inside his mouth and gulping and, despite the bear’s struggling, managed to swallow him whole as well. He fell to the floor huffing and puffing after he found out he was too heavy to move. Despite this, Joker was being washed over by a wave of euphoria that wasn’t about to end any time soon. He rubbed at his own stomach, not understanding why the hell he was so happy about it, but then it hit him: Banjo and Kazooie were at his mercy. If he decided not to lift a finger, they would both be converted into pudge on his figure, and he liked that. A whole fucking lot. Perhaps, he thought, perhaps he would try this on someone else. Maybe that meddlesome assist trophy Waluigi would be an ideal next target, for he was very, very annoying. Maybe.

#joker #persona 5 #ren amamiya #persona 5 protagonist #my stuff #soft vore #sans #sans undertale #banjo #kazooie #banjo kazooie #unwilling vore

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keelywolfe · 6 years ago

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FIC: In Triplicate (baon)

Summary: Edge understands about control, or the lack thereof. In three conversations.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationship, Undertale Monsters on the Surface, Prejudice Against Monsters, Arguing, Hurt/Comfort, Issues With LV, Hints of Kustard

part of the ‘by any other name’

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~~*~~

Edge understood the importance of control. It was a lesson he’d learned barely out of childhood with his first LV burning in his soul like a fiery coal.

He’d seen what a lack of it could do to a Monster, the slavering, mindless, LV hungry creatures who lived on the distant outskirts of his Snowdin. Once a Monster reached that point it was considered a form of Mercy to let them dust, usually in a trap to keep their LV from affecting another.

With years of practice behind him, Edge’s will was iron and while some might consider him imposing or distant, it was all a matter of control. But today was testing his will.

Despite working long hours, he and Janice were still behind in their work, too much was happening, too many things piling up and up, towering haphazardly on their proverbial plate. His temper was on a short fuse, he was snapping too easily, sharp words forming quickly and with force.

Intellectually, he knew this. Far back in the recesses of his mind where warning bells were jangling away. But alarms only worked when they weren’t ignored in favor of paperwork.

A knock on his door interrupted his concentration and before he could even decide whether to let them in, the door swung open. His snarl of irritation died away when Asgore entered the room, his bulk filling Edge’s office in a way few others could manage. None of the chairs would fit him comfortably but he never seemed to mind standing.

“Howdy,” Asgore said, his smile easy and serene. “I was hoping you had a moment to talk.”

It sounded like a question but Edge’s experience with both Monarchy and leaders had taught him that there was only one answer to those types of questions. Asgore’s demeanor was deceptive, a lure into security, and people who worked with him learned quickly the determination that lay beneath it. He and Edge were not specifically friends but if nothing else, Edge respected what lengths Asgore went to for his people.

“Of course,” Edge told him crisply, pushing aside his latest report and giving Asgore his full attention.

“Working hard, I see,” Asgore nodded at his desk, “But you always are. To be honest, the Embassy depends on your work ethic a great deal, you and your secretary--”

“My assistant,” Edge interrupted coolly. “Janice has the same clearance and does similar work to some managers in other departments.” He ignored the fact that six months ago, he would have called her a secretary as well and that the ink was barely dry on paperwork to change that on her employment profile.

Asgore only nodded, still smiling, “As you say, your assistant. We depend on you both, from the legal department to PR. All the work you do is extremely important to us. Which is why I’m sending you home.”

“What?” Edge stared at him, uncomprehending.

“I’m sending you home,” Asgore repeated, and his serenity was lined with steel. “You’re taking the rest of the week off.”

“I…what?” Edge sputtered. He gestured at his desk, the piles of paperwork and folders scattered on top of it. “I can’t possibly…do you know how much work I need to do, I can’t just leave, I—”

“You can and you will,” Asgore told him. He was unmoved at Edge’s protest or the clutter of his desk. “I’ll give you an hour to finish what you’re doing and delegate out anything that cannot wait. In the meantime, I expect that in that hour, I won’t hear about any other interns that you brought to tears?”

“Is that what this is about? That little fool should appreciate that’s all I said to him, I—”

“It is not what this is all about,” Asgore interrupted him, gently implacable. “You’ve had a great deal happen the past few months, both personally and professionally, you could use a few days to yourself to get back into a suitable frame of mind.”

“Upsetting one intern does not mean there is anything wrong with my frame of mind!” Edge snarled. But he glanced away first when Asgore only looked at him, a certain understanding and sadness in his eyes. Of all the Monsters here, Asgore was one of the few with LV himself, and he understood far more than Edge would have preferred. He sighed, glaring uselessly at his desk. “Fine. I’ll take the rest of the week.”

“Wonderful!” Asgore said cheerfully. “Janice will still be here working, although I’ve warned her that she’s only allowed to stay for her normal shift and overtime is strictly forbidden. As your assistant, I’m quite sure she can handle things, without you.”

“I’m sure,” Edge said, unable to hide his grumpiness. Having Janice here would keep him from doing any work in secret, which he suspected was Asgore’s plan all along.

“Enjoy your time off!” Asgore called as he strode back out the door, leaving Edge with his one hour to decide which reports could wait without burning down the world.

~~*~~

Stretch was home when Edge walked in, fully two hours before his normal time and about six from when he’d been coming in the past week. Asgore wasn’t wrong that he’d been working long hours; if he’d only asked, Edge could have simply cut back.

Instead, he had a most of a week to sit around his home and contemplate all the work he could be doing.

How very relaxing.

The fact that his husband was not at all surprised to see him meant that he’d either been warned, or worse, had a hand in arranging this.

Edge only nodded at his greeting and kept walking into the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator for ingredients. He almost didn’t care what he made, but he needed to make something. Cooking was usually a good way to get a handle on things, the focus and precision required was an excellent distraction and Edge would be able to lose himself in it until the simmering in his soul eased.

Or he would have, if the kitchen door hadn’t swung open directly behind him. “hey, before you get going on that, i was thinking—”

Stretch trailed off when Edge didn’t stop, pulling out his cutting board and setting his gathered vegetables around it. Stir fry was a possibility, it would take a decent amount of time and mindless focus.

Focus that splintered when Stretch draped himself heavily against Edge’s back, his arms dangling over Edge’s shoulders. “babe, listen for a sec.”

“Not now,” Edge shrugged, drawing away physically when Stretch resisted. The freshly washed vegetables surrounding his cutting board were all awaiting their fate with the chef’s knife and he selected a carrot, neatly julienning it to matchstick size pieces.

Stretch drew away but only went as far as the table, slouching down into a chair.

“do you really need to do that right now?” Stretch said with a touch of irritation that grated crossways over Edge’s own, raking against his already raw nerves. “can’t we just have leftovers or something tonight?”

“I’ve already started,” Edge said curtly. Bell pepper joined the carrots in a neat pile of their own and had Stretch known Asgore had planned this? Had he helped? Stretch didn’t like Asgore and made no secret of it, but he wasn’t above using what means he had to get the results he wanted. “At this point I may as well finish.”

“you wouldn’t have started if you’d listened to me,” Stretch snapped, “and those are fucking vegetables. i’m a shitty cook but even i know you can stick those in the fucking fridge for twenty-four hours without the nutrients leaking out. use the microwave for once, come out here with me for a while and fucking relax!”

“I don’t want to use the microwave,” Edge ground out. Jicama was next, the peel falling beneath his knife in one long ribbon. “I want to finish this.”

Stretch stood up, his chair screeching irritatingly on the floor and probably leaving a careless mark, and all Edge wanted was quiet, he wanted to finish this, he wanted the heat in his soul to settle—

“if you would come sit down for five fucking minutes and quit stressing out about everything, you might get to relax for once. you need to—” Stretch started and the fragile hold Edge had on his temper snapped.

“What I need is for you to get the fuck out of my kitchen,” Edge shouted, slamming down his knife, “and let me do this! I don’t need you floundering around in my way and if I wanted your opinion on my stress, I would ask! GET OUT!”

It worked, in a way. Stretch only looked at him, his eye lights shrunken to pinpricks. Without another word, he shortcutted out and Edge was alone.

One deep breath, another, and Edge picked up the knife again. He worked in silence, slicing the vegetables quickly at first. Slower as time dragged on, a trickle of coldness slipping through his anger, a faint prickle of regret that widened into an ache.

He couldn’t shake Stretch’s hurt expression away from the back of his mind, his wounded silence, and he was worried, Edge knew that, he did know. Stretch knew him, he knew how to pry his way beneath the layers of Edge’s restraint better than anyone but Red, knew the places in his psyche that were sore, barely healed, and when he wanted, he knew exactly how to press them.

Carefully, Edge set his knife down again and looked down at the neat piles of cut vegetables, the greens and oranges and purples, and almost he gave in to the temptation to sweep it all off the counter to the floor, to scatter it to the ground. Instead, he breathed a long, slow moment of cooling breaths. Then he took out containers and carefully filled them, setting them all in the refrigerator, before leaving the kitchen.

He went upstairs to their bedroom, walking through the empty room to the ensuite bathroom. Stripped off his clothes, distantly noticing with bitter humor that he’d gone into the kitchen and started working without even removing his suit jacket. Small wonder that Stretch had been concerned. Methodically, he hung up the suit, tossing the rest of his clothing in the hamper, and turned the cold water on full force.

Standing beneath the spray was like being pummeled with icicles but Edge stayed until his bones were numb and his teeth were chattering. Until control was starting to settle into his grasp again and his soul no longer burned in his chest like the beginnings of a fire.

It was only when he was dry and dressed, in jeans and a soft pullover, that he went in search of his husband.

Stretch was not difficult to find.

He was sitting in their backyard, smoking, the chickens pecking eagerly around his feet. It was a deceptively warm day, an anomaly in the middle of the ongoing winter and Stretch forwent a coat in favor of his normal hoodie, a newer one that Edge had given him for Gyftmas, with the body a deep black and only the sleeves and hood a bright, cheery orange. It looked good on him and Edge hadn’t even noticed he was wearing it earlier.

The ashtray at his elbow was overflowing, a testament to how long he’d been sitting out there.

Edge stepped out through the sliding door and stood in front of him with his hands in his pockets. Quietly, he said, “I’m sorry.”

“it’s okay,” Stretch told him on a cloud of exhaled smoke. He kept his gaze on the chickens, nudging at Nugget gently with the toe of his shoe. She pecked at his trailing, untied laces and found them to be unpalatable, returning to search the ground.

“It’s not. It is not okay for me to shout at you.”

Stretch only shrugged. “maybe, but i’m not about to die from it, either. shit happens and i’m a big boy, i can take it.”

“Rus,” Edge sighed. “I’m trying to apologize.”

“you succeeded. the whole ‘i’m sorry’ thing was a pretty big clue. how about you let me accept it?” He finally looked at Edge and the side of his mouth tipped up in a faint smirk as he tamped out his cigarette. ”but hey, if you’re going to wallow in guilt, you can do it over here. c’mere.”

He caught Edge by the forearm and tugged, drawing Edge in until he almost fell into his lap. It felt a little awkward; they usually did this the reverse way, Edge was much heavier than Stretch, his bones denser. But he wasn’t about to say no after biting his head off.

It felt better to be close to him, soothing, his cool fingers wriggling into Edge sleeves at the wrists to touch the bareness of the bones above his gloves.

Stretch nestled his face into Edge’s collarbone with a contented sound. “babe, it really is okay. you hardly ever snap, and i knew you were trying to wind down. i probably deserved it, should have left you alone to begin with.”

“You don’t deserve it—" Edge tried to protest.

“well, then, i understand, how about that? i know you have lv, babe. i may not have any,” and there was thin humor in his voice, buried into Edge’s pullover. “not this time, anyway, but i can understand it. i remember.”

Edge exhaled shakily, his fingers digging in to the shoulders of Stretch’s hoodie almost unconsciously. Stretch hardly ever talked about the resets that way. He mentioned seeing his brother dying on the rarest of occasions, after a nightmare usually, but to speak of Temmie or the human…

He hadn’t meant to dredge any of this up with his unruly temper.

“Love—" Edge started, choking a bit on it. Stretch drew back to look at him in alarm.

“woah, hey, it’s okay,” Stretch said. His fingers smelled like cigarettes when he reached up and traced Edge’s cheek bone, unpleasant but familiar, and Edge caught hold of his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. “i’m good. i’m not perfect, never pretended to be. i can be pretty fucked up sometimes and i can fuck up things even more. but you’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here,” Edge said, absurdly stung. “I’ve always told you I would be. I’m not leaving you, not for anything.” Stretch’s warm smile soothed a bit of that hurt.

“i know. you’ve told me that a lot.” He nuzzled a sloppy kiss against Edge’s teeth, drawing away before he could respond. “so i fuck up and i’m sorry. and you fuck up and you’re sorry. it’s okay. it’s gonna happen. don’t expect me to remember that every day,” Stretch said warningly. “i’ve got it for today, though, so we’re good. and i’m not the only one allowed to have a bad time. you’ve been pretty busy the last couple days. never a moments peace, eh?”

The invitation to talk was blatant. Edge shook his head, allowing himself a moment of weariness. He shifted to rest his chin on the top of Stretch’s skull, curling into him. “There are moments. Unfortunately, they serve as bridging points to the next catastrophe.”

“ain’t that the truth.”

“Until Humans accept Monsters, I suspect we’ll only see more problems. But then we will also see more solutions. It will take time and hard work, but we’ve made a great deal of progress already.” Edge hesitated, then added, firmly, “I’m going to speak to Asgore about adding another person to my team. Janice and I simply can’t do everything on our own anymore.”

“sounds like a plan. that’s my baby, always positive.” Stretch twisted away, giving him a sweet smile before he leaned in and gave him a real kiss. Edge sighed into it, allowed Stretch to press his tongue slyly, coaxingly, between his teeth. While he’d been staying late at work every night, they’d done nothing but sleep when he was home. The temptation for more was overwhelming.

He wasn’t partial to the location and Edge wasn’t about to let things get out of hand in their damn backyard. He preferred a certain amount privacy for lovemaking, familial kitchens notwithstanding.

But even if one of their neighbors chose that moment to peek over the fence, they wouldn’t be able to see him slipping a hand between them, rubbing his thumb down the hard length that was starting to strain the front of Stretch's pants, a testament to a fact Edge already knew. That having the person you loved sitting on your lap was a difficult thing to ignore.

The sound Stretch made, guttural and wanting, was an enticement and a goad as one. He was about to pull Stretch to his feet, it would only take a moment for them to shoo the chickens back into the coop, and their bedroom would still be filled with daylight, the better to indulge himself with a view of Stretch’s pretty bones.

He’d just shifted to stand when his phone went off.

Pained, Edge closed his sockets and let his head drop to Stretch’s shoulder.

“you may as well look at it,” Stretch said with resigned amusement. “the way things are going lately, it could be important.”

All too true. Edge slipped it out of his pocket and frowned to see the text was from Doggo, of all Monsters. He was one of the few who had chosen to remain in Old New Home when most of the others had left and he lived a few houses down from Red.

might want to look in on your bro, lotta noise coming from his place

His concern must have shown past his normally impassive expression because the amusement on Stretch’s face faded.

“what’s wrong?”

“I need to go,” Edge said slowly. “My brother is—"

He hesitated, unsure of what to say, of how much not to say. His lack of explanation didn’t faze Stretch.

“go,” Stretch said immediately. He nudged Edge off him when he didn’t stand. “go on, do what you need to for your bro. i can take care of myself for a little while.”

Involuntarily, Edge glanced down at Stretch’s lap.

Stretch gave him a rueful smile and didn’t bother closing his knees. Not that it would have hidden anything. “i can take care of that on my own too, if needs be. go,” his smile faded to seriousness, “be careful?”

He should probably find that insulting but then, Stretch had met his brother. Edge nodded and stole a last, lingering kiss before he went inside to grab his keys and his coat. He took a moment when he sat down in his car to breathe, testing his control, his focus.

Whatever issue his brother was having was going to take every bit of his hard-won peace, Edge was sure.

~~*~~

Despite the snow having mostly melted from Red’s driveway, Edge still parked on the street, walking up to the front door instead. He could hear the sound of clattering, breaking, shattering, even from here.

It was no surprise really that Doggo had chosen to text him rather than checking on Red himself. His brother didn’t have any LV but the fact that Monsters were still wary of him showed good sense in Edge’s opinion.

Red had never needed LV, even in Underfell.

Edge knocked briskly on the front door, loudly enough to be heard over the sounds of destruction. The sounds stopped and the silence within was more unnerving than the loud crashing.

He didn’t wait for his brother to answer. Instead, Edge tested the knob and found the door unlocked. He pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Instantly, he was surrounded by dozens of jagged bones, each dripping with virulent magic that Edge already knew would drain his HP, the KR reacting to his LV. He stood perfectly still, waiting, and looked at his brother.

Red was standing on the other side of the living room, his hand extended towards him, his left socket engulfed in vivid, glaring crimson. Edge couldn’t say for certain that Red was even aware it was him standing there.

The moment dragged on, the magic dripping from the bones landing on the floor with a hiss, spattering before it disappeared. Slowly, Red’s hand fell limply to his side, the glare of his single eye light dimming as the other slowly relit.

“hey, boss,” Red offered with a wide, feral grin. He staggered back a step, two, until he was leaning against the wall, then sagged down it until he was sitting, his legs sprawled out in front of him.

The destruction was impressive, even for Red. It looked like every dish in the house was scattered around the room in pieces. The sofa frame had collapsed in on itself, the cushions torn remnants of stuffing and springs, and the coffee table was little more than splinters. What he assumed was the mangled remains of the television was in a corner, and there were papers scattered everywhere like feathers from a pillow, books plucked free from their shelves and their pages torn free.

Edge only gave the room a brutally unimpressed look before stalking over to his brother. He kicked away as much of the broken glass as he could before he sat next to him, his elbows resting on his updrawn knees.

There was at least one thing unbroken, held in Red’s free hand and more than half-empty.

“Give me that.” Edge took the bottle away and examined the label, shaking his head in disgust. “You couldn’t get single malt?”

Red laughed silently, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling. “nah, they lock that shit up.”

“That’s never stopped you before.” He took a long swig and grimaced, handing it back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Edge didn’t usually drink alcohol; he preferred his thoughts to be clear, precise. It did not mean he couldn’t.

“What a pain in the ass you are,” Edge told him, thoughtfully, swallowing against the sharp burn of whiskey lingering on his tongue.

Red only laughed again and took a long pull off the bottle. His voice was rougher than normal, hoarse, and Edge wondered if he’d been screaming. “yeah, a pain in everyone’s ass,” he didn’t quite hesitate, hardly more than a pause when he added, “you know i’m fucking sans.”

Edge didn’t say of course, but it was a near thing. “Yes.”

“yessss,” Red let the word hiss free like a snake and said nothing else. He tossed the bottle from hand to hand, not even flinching when he finally missed and it crashed to the floor, whiskey gurgling from the opening. He sighed, watery and thick, “don’t matter. we can’t both have liabilities.”

Edge didn’t ask him what happened, didn’t ask for an explanation. He only rescued the bottle before too much could be sacrificed to the carpet. “Yes, we can.”

“bro—“

“We can,” Edge insisted. He took another drink and coughed, “Besides it’s too late now. Breaking things off won’t change how you feel.” He had learned that from experience, may as well attempt to let his brother learn from his mistakes.

“i can change how he feels,” Red said darkly. He snatched the bottle back and took a long swig, draining nearly half the remaining liquor.

Edge wondered if that were as true as his brother hoped. “Quit hogging that.”

“don’t worry, i got another.”

They sat in silence until the bottle was empty and Edge set it down gently amidst the scattered broken glass on the carpet, a dead soldier. Another appeared almost from nowhere, a different brand name that tasted just as foul.

Red was leaning heavily against the wall, his sockets closed. The shadows under them were deep, entrenched stains of darkness. “how’s the honey bun doing, anyway.”

“He’s fine,” Edge said, automatically. It was a struggle to keep his words from slurring. But thinking about Stretch was always warming, for his soul and currently, other parts as well. “He took up knitting recently.”

Red made a soft, amused sound, an unexpected invitation to continue.

“I wouldn’t say he’s very good at it,” Edge said, contemplatively. He hadn’t seen much of his husband’s attempts but what he had seen involved a decent amount of swearing. “So far he’s started on a project three times that I’m aware of and unraveled all of them to start over.”

“perfectionist.”

“Only when he wants to be. Knitting seems to fall into the same category as his experiments.”

“not all of them,” Red said, slyly. Sometimes Edge thought his brother was incapable of ignoring a chance to needle him.

“Don’t,” Edge said, but there was no heat in it. “Have another drink.”

Obediently, for once, Red did. “what else is he up to?”

“Why are you asking?” Edge asked suspiciously.

“talking about him makes you happy. so tell me more. just…keep talking.” His brother did not say please. It didn’t mean Edge couldn’t hear it.

Slowly, Edge did, telling his brother about Stretch’s different shenanigans, describing their trip to the Farmer’s Market and the dog shelter. Red only spoke to ask questions or add a pun, sharing the bottle back and forth as Edge talked until he was hoarse and kept talking, alcohol smoothing the normal sharpness between them.

Red didn’t mention Sans again but that was all right. Edge never expected miracles.

-finis-

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underswap papyrus #underfell papyrus #by any other name

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thelibrarbian · 5 years ago

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What’s Sans doing, anyway? (Takes place between chapters one and two, the night after Papyrus leaves)

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Rating: G

Pairing: none (platonic Edgepuff in the background, but this chapter focuses more on UT!Sans)

Tags: Phone Calls, Sans Being a Worried Brother

Word Count: 1257

Not based on any prompts, not part of the 12 Days of Papcest

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Read on Ao3 (link above) or below the cut.

Chapter 4 - Interlude

Sans prided himself on being able to sleep anywhere, at any time. The occasions on which either Papyrus, or Toriel, or Frisk, or some random person had found him asleep in the most unconventional of places were too many to count. It was almost like its own kind of magic: no matter where he was, he only needed to close his eyes for a minute before he dozed off.

Tonight, Sans couldn’t sleep.

It was close to midnight and he was still sitting in the living room, bleary-eyed, slumped into the couch, staring at the TV without paying attention to the program, his phone next to him on the armrest. He had considered calling his brother about a dozen times since he left, but always held himself back. Sans didn’t buy the movie night excuse for one second, but it was clear that Papyrus wanted some time away from him. So much so that he had left for an entirely different universe.

Groaning, Sans buried his face in his hands. In hindsight, it had probably been a bad idea to leave Papyrus in the dark about the Royal Guard. (Actually, there were a lot of things that he probably shouldn’t have left Papyrus in the dark about.) Welp, no use dwelling on that now. The damage had already been done.

Sans grabbed the phone for the umpteenth time to check for any missed calls or messages. Nothing. He didn’t even know what he expected. His brother was probably busy having fun – if not watching a movie, then cooking, or playing board games, or doing whatever else with the tall, edgy skeleton he had befriended. At least, that was what Sans choose to believe, instead of contemplating everything that could have gone wrong in that dangerous alternate universe where Papyrus had run off.

(It didn't help that for a long time now, time had been steadily progressing forward in both their universes; the time loops – or ‘resets’, as Frisk had called them – were a thing of the past. If something did go wrong... there were no more do-overs.)

Sans fiddled with his phone. Should he send a text? Could he send a text without coming off as overprotective? Usually, doing nothing was his favorite pastime, but now he grew more and more restless with every minute spent not doing anything. Just checking in can’t hurt, he decided and typed out a quick message.

u ok bro?

He was about to hit ‘Send’ when the phone suddenly sprung to life.

Sans almost dropped it when the ringtone started to blare from the device, and scrambled to keep it from hitting the floor. One glance at the screen told him that it was indeed Papyrus calling.

“hey bro.” Sans tried to sound nonchalant as usual, despite his racing soulbeat. Why was Papyrus calling? Had something happened? Was it even Papyrus on the phone and not somebody else calling to tell him that–

“HELLO, SANS!” The cheerful tone of what was definitely his brother's voice dispelled the worst of his fears. “I AM SURPRISED YOU ARE STILL AWAKE! I HOPE YOU HAVEN’T BEEN STAYING UP FOR MY SAKE – I WILL BE STAYING HERE FOR THE NIGHT! WHICH IS WHY I CALLED TO LET YOU KNOW!”

Sans relaxed back into the couch. Everything was fine, of course it was. Papyrus was just having a sleepover. While Sans might not be entirely on board with his brother's choice of friends, this was much preferable to the more… unfortunate scenarios his tired mind had come up with.

“AND THERE’S ALSO A... SMALL PROBLEM.”

And with that, Sans was back to worrying again. “yeah?”

The long pause before Papyrus spoke again did nothing to reassure Sans. “WELL... HOW TO PUT IT... SANS, PLEASE DON’T FRET, BUT–“

If Sans hadn't been fretting before, he certainly was now.

“–WE MIGHT BE EXPERIENCING SOME MINOR, UM, TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES??”

“whaddaya mean?” Sans’ voice came out as more of a croak.

There was another pause before Papyrus said, in a smaller voice than usual, “THE MACHINE ISN’T WORKING.”

"wait, what?" Sans took a minute to process that. “you’re stuck in that hellhole?” he finally blurted out.

“IT’S NOT A HELLHOLE, SANS, DON’T BE RUDE!” Papyrus actually sounded offended on behalf of the alternate universe.

“i'm coming over.” Before his brother could protest, Sans had already taken a shortcut to the basement and was typing coordinates into the machine.

“SANS, I DON'T THINK THAT WILL WORK,” Papyrus commented through the phone. “LIKE I JUST SAID, OUR MACHINE IS OUT OF ORDER AT THE MOMENT, SO I'M AFRAID YOU'LL BE–”

“unable to connect,” Sans muttered, staring at the blinking line on the display screen that proclaimed the same message. His hand fell back from the control panel and hung useless at his side.

“WELL, YES. BUT WORRY NOT, BROTHER! WHILE I WILL ADMIT THAT THE SITUATION IS… LESS THAN IDEAL–”

“‘less than ideal’?” It wasn't like Sans to get worked up about anything, really, but this was about Papyrus, and he couldn't just let his brother brush off the danger he was in. “paps, you're stuck in a world of murderers and–”

“HEY, NOW YOU'RE BEING UNFAIR!”

An exasperated huff came through the speaker from a distance. “Hand me the phone, Creampuff.”

“WHAT? NO, I-”

A brief scuffle was heard before Fell’s voice came through the speaker much more clearly. "Comic. Calm down, and listen."

There was a commanding tone to the words that made Sans shut his mouth almost immediately. It was probably a skill that came with being second-in-command of the Royal Guard; Sans had heard this tone from Fell before. He still didn’t like it.

“The machine on our side is currently nonfunctional due to a power outage,” Fell continued. “There is no damage to the machine itself, as far as we can tell. Once the power lines are repaired, Rus will be able to return. Understood?”

Sans nodded automatically, not even thinking about the fact that this was a phone call and Fell wouldn’t be able to see his response. So… this wasn’t a long-term or permanent problem with the machine, then. Good, but it didn’t change the fact that Papyrus was stuck there now.

Fell sighed. “Your brother is not in any danger. I will– hey!” Another scuffle could be heard.

“AS I WAS ABOUT TO SAY BEFORE I WAS SO RUDELY INTERRUPTED,” Sans could almost hear Papyrus glaring at Fell, “THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO NEED TO WORRY! JUST THINK OF IT AS ME BEING ON A SHORT VACATION!”

“you never take vacations,” Sans pointed out, but the fight had already left him. There wasn't anything he could do, anyway.

“WHILE THAT MAY BE TRUE – IN THE HYPOTHETICAL SITUATION IN WHICH I WOULD, HYPOTHETICALLY, TAKE A VACATION, THERE WOULD BE NO NEED TO WORRY!”

That didn’t do much to reassure Sans, but it did manage to draw a dry chuckle from him. “alright. guess i’ll just leave you to your ‘vacation’ then, heh. try to come back in one piece, ok?”

“BUT OF COURSE! I WILL SEE YOU SOON, BROTHER.” With the tone Papyrus used, it sounded like a promise.

After another exchange of ‘see you’s and ‘take care’s, the line went silent. Sans let out a sigh and sank back into the couch, dropping the phone on the cushion next to him.

It would be fine. Papyrus was a grown adult, a capable monster, and this wasn't his first time in that dark alternate universe.

He would be fine.

He would.

#theWIPproject2019 #undertale #undertale fanfiction #papyrus #sans #undertale papyrus #undertale sans #underfell papyrus #spicypasta #my writing

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undertaleheadcannonsfromagremlin · 6 years ago

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Can I have meetcute headcanons for FS Papryus, US Sans, MT skelebros and UT Sans for an artist S/O

I’m amusing that you wanted some headcanons for when the skeles meet their artistic s/o?

FellSwap Papyrus- Rus doesn’t actually leave the house much, mostly due to anxiety and other issues that he deals with, rather wanting to be in the comfort of his own home, than be out and just feeling out of place. So, why on earth was he out of the house? Oh, right, Mal demanded, out of some hidden concern, that he needs to at least go out every once in a while and that he couldn’t be cooped up in the house all day. So, he was somewhere quite, lazing about, a park specifically. There was no one around, at least he didn’t see anyone that was in the nearby vicinity as him, he had to admit, it was a nice day out, it was peaceful up on the surface. Much better then the underground, which he was thankful that things had changed, even in the slightest. A small, yet shy voice caught his attention, his head snapping in the direction of the voice, he was startled that he didn’t even hear the person coming, he could feel the panic rising in him. “… -ey. Hey! I- uh, I hope you don’t mind, but can I draw you?” The voice finally reached him, in which he was surprised, this person wanted to draw them? He noticed that their cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment, clearly as nervous as he feels right now. They seemed to not be much of a social person like him. Though he did something odd, he gave them consent to draw him. And he spent hours in the park, the two talked, and he had learned that the human absolutely loved creating things, and drawing others, it seemed that they truly wanted to draw him, and they held no ill intentions towards him. The two were a bit dorky while talking, some jokes being exchanged between the two, before the person was done, showing him the sketch of him. “I’ll be able to finish it later tonight, if your here tomorrow, I would love to give it to you and talk to you again!” the person ended up writing their phone number on a piece of paper, along with their name, sending the biggest, cheerful smile his way as they left, his gaze then going to the piece of paper that held that person’s name and number. Their name was s/o, huh…

Underswap Sans- It had been a few months since the monsters had been living on the surface, and there was still so much to see, Blue just loved how there were so many new and different things on the surface, and now he had a chance to try new things! Currently, he, along with Stretch, were walking through a park, where there was a strange, yet special thing going on, something called… Art in the park? That sounded interesting, and of course, he just had to check it out, Blue led the way as Stretch walked a leisure pace behind him, taking his sweet time. Not that Blue expected differently, his brother always did this type of stuff, he was too relaxed for his own good, sometimes-! His eye sockets slightly widened as he saw that they had arrived, and much to his pleasant surprise, it was lively, colorful, it showed off all the different art types, and it was all beautiful! His eyelights turned into stars, amazed by how many talented people there were here, though his eyesockets landed on some specific art, that absolutely too his breathe away- it was a beautiful portrait of the cliffside over the ocean, a light, but cloudy sunset in the background. It reminded him of when he saw the first sunset, how he was in a happy daze, staring to the colorful sky as it was darkening. Without even realizing it, he headed over to where the portrait was, up until he was in front of it, admiring it, when he heard a light, but amused voice speak, “Ah, you like it?” That voice was soft, gentle in a way, his gaze swiftly moved from the portrait to the person in front of him, the person having a shy smile on their face, a tinge of red on their cheeks. “It’s beautiful! It reminds me of the first time I saw the sunset!” he spoke, excitedly, his eyes returning to the portrait. “You know, if you want it you can have it. You have the artist consent to, hun.” the person spoke, his head snapping towards the person, eyes wide, this person made this masterpiece? It was beautiful! “R-really?” he spoke, his voice wavering slightly, the person worked hard on it, it wasn’t right for him to take it from them. “Yeah, really. Mind telling me your name? I’m s/o.”

Mafiatale/Mobtale Papyrus- Now, Sweet Cheeks was a more sociable, and most of the time people don’t even realize he was in the mafia, which was good for him, considering that it does help out with his job, when he needed information, to spy, or if he needed to give some “tips” to the police about others. Yeah, he sometimes helps the police with things, only because he wanted to be part of the police force ever since he was a small skeleton-! Currently, he was walking down the street, of a bad neighborhood, there were little to no people outside, as he was passing an alleyway, he heard a praying sound coming from the alley, which caught his attention. Much to his dismay, his curiosity got to the better of him, in which he decided to check out what was happening. He caught sight of a person, that was shorter then him, creating a work of art on the wall of the building with different spray paints, the person wearing a face mask, covering the lower half of the face, only their eyes visible. It was a rather pleasant artwork that they had created, the colors and the details work well together. “You’re pretty good at this stuff, aren’t cha?” he questioned, he may or may not have startled the person, a small squeak of surprise escaping their lips as their head snapped in his direction, their eyes scanning him, before their shoulders slumped slightly. “You sure know how to sneak up on someone.” they mused, neither confirming or denying his question. Before he could question why exactly they were spray painting on the wall, they spoke, “You know, it’s a shame how many people put some less the pleasurable things on the walls in this neighborhood. I thought I might change it up for once.” Gathering their supplies into a backpack, they were ready to leave, to go on their way to god knows where. “Your art is pretty good, much better then most of the graffiti around here.” He spoke, catching the person’s attention, he assumed that the movement behind their face mask was them smiling now. “Awe, thanks. I’m still getting the hang of doing graffiti, it’s a new type of art for me to try out. It’s pretty fun!” they spoke with a small laugh, the laugh was actually really nice sounding. He wouldn’t mind hearing them laugh again, honestly. “I’ll see you around…” they spoke, hinting at his name, in which, for some reason, he gave, maybe it was in hope that he truly would meet them again, “Sweet Cheeks.” “Sweet Cheeks, huh… That suits you. I’m s/o, “ and after that, they were quick to depart.

Mafiatale/Mobtale Sans- Killer ad a problem that he had to deal with, another gang was tagging their territory, it was annoying, and they were not going to get away with it, the graffiti that was often left was derogatory, and vile. Not something that he liked seeing when he was traveling for “meetings” and other types of things he does for his mafia. Whoever was leaving the derogatory graffiti wasn’t going to live to see another day. A humming caught his attention, hearing a can spray things, a smirk on his skull as he knew that he most likely got the brats that were leaving their marks. That was, until he saw who was doing the graffiti over the ones that were vile, the person was actually covering it with something that was quite appealing. “I wouldn’t suppose you know who has been leaving the graffiti you’re covering up?” he questioned, the person jumping ever so slightly at his voice, turning around with a nervous smile. “Naw, I don’t. I just don’t want to see those dumbasses leaving these things out here for everyone to see. I’d rather cover it with… Art.” the person hummed, before continuing, I mean, this person was doing a good job at covering the tags of the other gang, which was good. “You know, its dangerous to be doing this type of stuff out here. Is it really worth the risk?” Why was he even concerned? Maybe because it was not a good idea doing this type of stuff with god knows who nearby. “I think it is. I’d rather cover the darker parts of life with the beauty of creation… Ah! It’s getting late! I’m sure I’ll be back here later to cover up more vandalism, hopefully I can see you again, sometime soon!” the person spoke, quickly packing up, and taking their leave. Huh, maybe they would see that person again…

Undertale Sans- Honestly, he was doing this favor for Toriel, since Frisk had signed up for art class when school started, and she had asked Sans to help them, along with Papyrus, to get Frisk’s school supplies, Papyrus and Frisk going to pick out clothes and other things, while Toriel got the boring things, and he was left with getting the art supplies that Frisk is required to bring to their art class, he was getting them at a local art store, where they sold supplies, art made by local artist, and materials that large brand stores don’t normally sell that could be used for art. Sans glanced at the list, a light sigh escaping him, he was going to get this done. A light tap on his shoulder got him out of his daze, as a person with kind eyes looked at him, a smile on their face as they asked, “I-uh, I couldn’t help but notice you looked a bit lost… It must be your first time in here. I can help you- only if you want- I mean- I-!” the person spoke, face flushing from embarrassment as they stuttered, stumbling over their own words, a light chuckle escaping him as he watched them, this would get things done faster, surely, but by the looks of it, they don’t work there, so why were they helping him? There were always people with ulterior motives, but there are also people that just enjoy helping others. There’s no way too truly know the intention of others until you see the side they don’t let on. “Sure, kiddo. You can help me if you want.” It was much faster with someone who knew where the supplies were, and what supplies were the best, but also affordable. “…So your friend is doing art in school? That’s cool! I hope they enjoy it as much as I did back in school.” the person spoke with a smile, though their smile faltered ever so slightly, when they realized something, “I forgot to introduce myself, my bad, the name is s/o!”

Hopefully this is good for your standards, haha

#undertale headcanons #undertale sans #papyrus #sans #mobtale #mafiatale #underswap #fellswap #rus #blue #sweet cheeks #killer

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stripestheboar · 7 years ago

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Ooooh my stars can you do more PTA Sans scenes?! I absolutely adore that AU!!

Sorry this took so long. Weeks of sickness is getting to me. Not to mention making up jokes can take hours.

Anyways…. PART 3 OF THE PTA SANS COLLECTION!

ENJOY

~Undertale~

Sans: *comes in* okay, what’s going on? Frisk has been late to five doctor’s appointments because the teachers won’t let them leave until i come get them.

Helen: *motions for him to sit down* I’m afraid we just can’t trust your child to leave the class anymore. He keeps writing fake notes just to get out.

Sans: *blinks and sits down* fake notes? whoa whoa, what? that doesn’t sound like them.

Helen: *nods* Yes, he’s quite the troublemaker. Not being her father, it’s clear you don’t know him as much as you thought. He makes fake doctor’s notes, clearly written by him.

Sans: well, how do you know? I always write their notes since Tori’s teaching.

Helen: Well, for one, it’s all types up lowercase. Probably so we don’t recognize her handwriting (he doesn’t seem too bright).

Sans:… typed?

Helen: Mmhmm. Typed up on a flimsy piece of paper. All lowercase and with bad spelling and grammar. And in Comic Sans no less! *slowly coming to realization* If he really thinks the teacher and…. I are dumb enough to let… that… pass…. *blinks*

Sans:…..

Helen:….

Sans: *sighs* y’know, it’s pretty hard being a married working mother when you’re single, unemployed, a skeleton, and most importantly a dude, but damn it, Helen…. Frisk and i donated fifty cans to the food drive. i think we deserve some respect here.

Helen: Well I’m head of the PTA, so there really is no-

Sans: how many cans did you donate, Helen?

Helen: That doesn’t really matter-

Sans: how many, Helen?

Helen:….. *looks down* Four.

Sans: really? wow. i would’ve though you would’ve had the time to donate more with how much time you spend bitching about my kid.

~Underfell~

Sans: *hands Frisk money* here’s twenty g. vending machine is around the corner. don’t go around spending it all in one fuckin’ place. now run along, ya little shithead.

Frisk: *snatches up money and runs off*

Daniel: *walking when Frisk suddenly races past him* Hey, watch where you’re going. *sighs* Little shithead.

Sans: *suddenly next to him* uh, what the fuck did you just call my kid?

Daniel: What? You call them that all the time!

Sans: yeah, it’s okay when i say it because they know i still fucking love them. when you say it, you actually fucking mean it.

Daniel: then maybe you shouldn’t speak to your child that way.

Sans: then maybe you should mind your own fucking business or else!

Daniel: Or else what? It’s your fault you don’t love your child enough!

Sans: *stops* oh… you fucker… *chuckles evilly* i’ll show you love, asshole. *disappears*

The Next Saturday

Daniel: *helping his young son onto his bike* Alright, Cody, today’s the day you’re going to learn to ride like all of your friends. *hands him his helmet* Now, it may be scary at first, and you may fall down a few times, but remember that I will be here to help you-

Cody: *puts on helmet* It’s okay, dad! I already know how! *rides off on his bike perfectly with a smile*

Daniel: *shocked* What? How did he-? When did he-?!

Sans: *rides by on his tricycle* ha ha asshole! i taught your kid how to ride a bike! you’re never gonna get that back! *rides off into the sunset*

~Underswap~

Sans: *finishes checking off the last name* AND DONE! THAT’S EVERYONE! *grins* GOOD WORK, EVERYBODY! THIS FUNDRAISER WILL MORE THAN HELP THE BAND GET NEW EQUIPMENT! SINCE MARIA’S CHILDREN RAISED THE MOST, THEY GET TOP PRIZES. *walks over and hands Maria a bone* HERE! A TOKEN OF MY ETERNAL GRATITUDE!

Maria: *smiles and takes it, shaking off how weird it is* Aw, thanks, Sans. I really appreciate it. Cindy had fun selling to all her friends.

Sans: WELL CINDY IS DOING AN AMAZING JOB! HERE, A BONE FOR HER AS WELL. *hands her a smaller bone* TELL HER THE PRIZES WILL BE HERE IN A WEEK.

Linda: Bones? Don’t you think that’s kind of weird?

Sans: *tilts head* I’M JUST SHOWING MY GRATITUDE. DO HUMANS NOT LIKE THAT?

Linda: It’s just kinda weird with all the bones. What’s with you monsters and your obsessions with bones? Or is that just a skeleton thing?

Sans: *thinks hard* I’M ACTUALLY NOT SURE, LINDA! I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS WEIRD THAT YOU HUMANS LIKE TO GET MARRIED THREE TIMES AND PULL THEIR CHILD INTO THEIR DIVORCE BATTLES THUS DRASTICALLY AFFECTING THEIR SCHOOL WORK AND MOTIVATION TO DO THE ACTIVITIES THEY LOVE SUCH AS BAND. OR IS THAT JUST A LINDA THING?

~Swapfell~

Sans: AS HEAD BOOSTER MOM-

Gloria: *aside to her friend* As you’ve proclaimed fifty times this meeting.

Sans: - I AM THOROUGHLY SATISFIED BY THE RATE AT WHICH WE WERE ABLE TO HELP FUND ADEQUATE EQUIPMENT FOR OUR CHILDREN. NOW THAT ALL OF THIS HAS BEEN SETTLED, LET US DISCUSS SETTING UP THE STAGE ON THURSDAY TO GET READY FOR THE SHOW. I ASSUME IT MAY TAKE US A GOOD SIX HOURS TO GET IT READY.

Gloria: Wait- what?

Sans: WE NEED TO SET THE STAGE FOR OUR CHILDREN. WE MUST MAKE IT PERFECT; OUR CHILDREN SHALL ACCEPT NOTHING LESS.

Gloria: Six hours of setting up? Look, I don’t have time for that.

Sans: IT WILL BE IN THE AFTERNOON. YOU CAN’T SPARE YOUR TIME FOR AN HOUR?

Gloria: I still can’t make it. I have a busy schedule. Can’t we use some of the money from the fundraiser to hire a few people to do that.

Sans: THAT MONEY IS FOR THE EQUIPMENT! FINE. I SHALL TAKE YOUR CHILD TO THE PERFORMANCE AS WELL.

Gloria: E-excuse me?!

Sans: IF YOUR SCHEDULE IS SO BUSY TO WHERE YOU CAN’T MAKE IT EVEN FOR AN HOUR, YOU WILL SUEELY BE TOO EXHAUSTED TO TAKE YOUR CHILD TO THE PERFORMANCE THE NEXT MORNING. DO NOT DESPAIR. MY MUTT CAN EASILY TRANSPORT YOUR CHILD.

Gloria: You are not touching my son. Look, my schedule is packed tight and there’s nothing I can do about it.

San: GLORIA, YOU’RE A STAY-AT-HOME MOTHER RAISING ONE CHILD. I COULD GET CANCER AND DIE OF IT IN THE AMOUNT OF TIME YOU SPEND WATCHING “THE REAL HOUSEWIVES” IN A SINGLE DAY. IF YOU CAN’T SPARE A SINGLE HOUR, WHY ARE YOU IN THE PTA AND BOOSTER CLUB TO BEGIN WITH?

~Horrortale~

Sans: *sits down in front of the desk* so what’s the deal, Suzanne?

Suzanne: *folds her hands* I’m afraid it’s about Aliza.

Sans: what’d she do this time?

Suzanne: *pulls out a hand-drawn picture of King Asgore getting stabbed by a little kid* The teacher showed me this. Aliza drew it in her spare time; she’s starting to really scare the other children.

Sans: *looks at it and laughs* ha, that’s just Asgore, the former king, being slain by a human who condemned us to rot in the Underground and starve to death.

Suzanne: Why would she draw such a thing?!

Sans: the kid’s growin’ up. soon she’ll be old enough to follow the last one’s footsteps and slay the Undyne. i think it’s kinda her dream at this point. little rascal. kids, amaraite?

Suzanne: You-you actually encourage your child this to do this?!

Sans: hey hey, calm down. don’t worry, Tori and i have already sat her down and had the talk with her.

Sans: college comes first.

~Altertale~

Lillian: Oh, hey, Sans. How’s Kate doing in class?

Sans: *smiles* she’s doing very well. however, i have a few… concerns.

Lillian: *sits down* Concerns? What’s wrong? Is she misbehaving?

Sans: well… somewhat. she’s been spreading around very foul language as of late. swear words and the like. do you know where she could be hearing these words?

Lillian: Oh dear! I have no idea where she could have picked this language up. I’ll give her a grounding when she gets home. How bad is it?

Sans: she’s been saying these words every chance she gets. *turns around* Katie? can you come in, dear?

Kate: *pokes her head in and giggles* Fuck!

Lillian: Hey! Watch your fucking mouth!

Sans: *silent*…..

Lillian: What?

Sans: Lillian do you even have ears?

~Underlust~

Karen: Did I hear right? You’re signing up to be the Sexual Education teacher.

Sans: you heard right, babe. i thought that if it should be anyone, it should be someone with tons of experience and a scientific background.

Karen: That’s….. extremely problematic.

Sans: i kinda get where you’re coming from; you don’t want someone like me teaching your children. trust me, they’re in no better hands than mine.

Karen: Says the one with dozens of past sex partners and only one boyfriend.

Sans: says the one with three marriages and four children and yet somehow clearly not getting enough sex in her life.

Karen:……

Sans: and pfft. “dozens?” you underestimate me. smh, boo, smh.

~Echotale~

Martha: My child just had a cold, is all.

G: no, he has the flu. he needs to stay home. i thought i told you to get him vaccinated.

Martha: Oh what do you know?

G: *hands her his PhD*

Martha: *tears it up*

G: *pulls out another* i know what i’m talking about, Martha.

Martha: Wha- *tears that up as well*

G: *pulls another PhD out* i’ve won this game before, and i’ll win it again.

Martha: *snatches it up and crumples it* How do you have so many?!

G: i made sure to print, like, fifty before i got here. *pulls out two more*

Martha: *smacks them away* You’re insane!

G: *pulls out four more* you can’t fight the inevitable, Martha.

Martha: *backs away* What are you doing?!

G: *pulls out thirty more* *PhDs are all she can see* i’m gonna vaccinate the fuck out of your kids Martha, and they will live a healthy life.

~Outertale~

Anna: -and that’s why I believe every child should be given gluten-free lunches. This is what we should be spending our funds on, not a play about peace between humans and space monsters. It has good intent, yes, but these lunches are far more important!

Sans: *has been silent this whole ten minute period*

Anna: Sans? Are you even listening to me?

Sans: of course.

Anna: Your thoughts?

Sans: just missing the sounds of the cold vacuum of space. that’s all.

~Reapertale~

Elizabeth: *lying in bed, asleep* *eyes shoot open when she hears a creak*

Sans: *slowly rises from the ground and out of the darkness* greetings human mortal. my faithful messenger, Frisk, has told me of your ways. what is it you desire, human mortal?

Elizabeth: *eyes wide, shaking and sweating in fear* M-more coin f-for the schoolhouse? A-and a new writing slate?

Sans: very well. the contract has been sealed. you have five.

Elizabeth: F-five? Five what?!

Sans: no… make it four. *slowly sinks back into the darkness* *appears next to Frisk* this is probably the best thing i’ve done in centuries. alright, who’s next on the list?

~Dancetale~

Beatrice: *grabbing some brownies from the food table* *turns around and shrieks in surprise and drops her paper plate*

Sans: *breakdancing right in front of her*

Beatrice: *sternly* Sans, for the last time, I’m not changing my mind. We’re not wasting our funds on a dance club when they’ll never use it as a future skill.

Sans: *continues breakdancing*

Beatrice: Sans, you can’t keep doing this every time I refuse-

Sans: *breakdancing harder*

Beatrice: S-Sans, I-

Sans: *breakdancing intensifies*

Beatrice: S-stay away from my family-!

Sans: *just breakdancing* *only breakdancing*

~Aftertale~

Frisk: *made a science project featuring Geno and Sans, and how their existence proved the theory of multiple timelines*

Geno: *hops off the table once the science fair ends, pulling sticky notes off of himself*

Sans: *doing the same* first place, kiddo. we’re proud of ya.

Frisk: *smiles proudly*

Helen: *approaches and crosses her arms* Well it’s quite and achievement for an idea so absurd.

Geno: *pulls the last sticky note off of him* Excuse me?

Helen: *turns her head* I just believe Frisk is too much of an… overachiever. We already know he’s saved the world. Why should he rub it in everyone’s faces when he clearly has an advantage over everyone else.

Geno:… lady, i stand here as living proof of the existence of both multiple timelines and universes. i spent countless lifetimes within the Void in endless loneliness and agony, only to be released by this special kid right here. they deserve every award they get, especially when second place was an airplane model built by you, not your kid.

Helen: *cheeks turn red* What?! These are just harmful accusations!

Geno: Helen, i’m a firm believer that people truly can change, but we saw you double dip with Maria’s salsa at the meeting. we know you’re that kind of person.

~Machinatale~

Sans: *looks through the plans* Wait… we’re getting rid of the computer lab? Why?

Sharon: *looks over* Hmm? Oh, that’s just a request for now. We need it approved by the administrators. Children need to tear their eyes away from a screen and hold something real.

Sans: How else are they going to get all the information they need? They’re too young to earn smartphones.

Sharon: The library, of course.

Sans: Okay, yeah, but kids are only allowed to check out two books at a time. Why should they spend so much time trying to find a book with the information they need when the world’s database is at their fingertips?

Sharon: *sighs* They don’t need a screen to figure things out. They spend too much time on the internet.

Sans: They need computers to do the proper research from multiple sources, as well as print out papers. Research could be conducted within minutes, not hours.

Sharon: She can do that at the library. *scoffs* Of course you would be all over technology. You’re a robot. What makes you think you’re smarter than a loving parent?

Sans: Sharon, I have more processing power than modern day’s best calculators, and yet, somehow your bullshit still isn’t adding up.

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♦ Hi! It’s been a little while, hasn’t it!

♦ TL:DR; I’d like to start things up on Underfade soon, ideally sometime during the very end of the year or within the beginning of next year! My other blogs, such as Fadedtale, Fuwaribi and similarly, will continue to be on hiatus.

♦ But while we’re not back in action quite yet, but I’d love to give you all a status report and ramble a bit, if you guys have the time to spare!:

-- UNDERFADE/FADEDTALE RELATED --

❥ What’s going on with your AUs? Are you going to be reviving them?

♦ I’d love to revive them, and I’m very much planning to do so!! I’m hoping I can get back to doing Sunday updates in very late December/early January, life permitting!

Of course, I need to add that I’ll be concentrating on Underfade first and foremost before doing anything else. Fadedtale, Fuwaribi and similar blogs of the past and future will be placed on hold until I’ve gotten far enough with Underfade. But with that said...

❥ What’s happening with Underfade?

♦ I’d like to get past the RUINS arc (finally, am I right?) before finally changing Underfade’s name.

That’s right: Underfade, as an AU name, is officially old news! It was a funny name at first, as my lack of English comprehension never knew that underfades were a hairstyle, but now I don’t think it quite translates what I want from this AU. Once the RUINS arc is over, I’d like to kick off things really going downhill for our main character by changing the title appropriately.

I’ll give you a hint on the new name it’ll have; it’s been the title of this blog all along!

Otherwise; I have to be honest. I’m not happy with how I’ve paced the story at the start, but I have no intentions on changing what I’ve established. I enjoy having Frisk react to and obtain knowledge and capabilities thanks to the things anons suggest, so I will not be taking that away!: however, Underfade has always had a goal in mind, so I’ll try my best to write and pace things better with that goal as a focus.

Whether that goal continues to stay the same, or whether that changes due to others’ suggestions... we’ll see how that goes with this upcoming revival! Nonetheless, I look forward to working with everyone in the future! o9

❥ What’s happening with Fadedtale?

♦ Fadedtale will be running on a longer hiatus than Underfade.

I’d like to establish a few more things in Underfade before being able to, essentially, tell two stories at once. Additionally, there are aspects of Fadedtale that I’m deeply unhappy with and would love to change as soon as possible -- so if anything? Fadedtale will be undergoing an extended hiatus, followed by less-than-gentle tinkering-slash-arc for good measure, and then the blog would be open for RPs and asks of all sorts.

To be clear: Fadedtale will be undergoing an arc, in a similar format to the way Underfade is formatted, before being reopened to interactions. If people were around for the event I had with Fadedtale’s Chara reveal, it will be similar to that. I hope people will be able to have fun with it when it happens!

-- UNDERTALE RELATED --

❥ CIN, CIN, CIN, MAD MEW MEW

♦ ohmygod Mad Mew Mew

-- I, I don’t own a Switch, so I haven’t been able to see anything regarding Mad Mew Mew beyond social media. But I was VERY EXCITED about her as she was making her debut on Tumblr!

❥ CIN, CIN, CIN, DELTARUNE

♦ OH MY GOD 𝔻 𝔼 𝕃 𝕋 𝔸 ℝ 𝕌 ℕ 𝔼

-- In all seriousness!

(A.) While I’ve never stopped working on Underfade and Fadedtale things, Deltarune has absolutely revived my drive to roll my sleeves up and get things done on here.

(B.) While many headcanons regarding the Undertale universe for my AUs have changed in response to Deltarune, I’ve every intention on respecting what I’ve revealed prior to my hiatus and what these AUs have had determined for them. Essentially, Deltarune’s revelations changes nothing about what’s to come and why things are that way.

(B.2.) -- However, as Fadedtale actively works with alternative universes much more openly than Underfade, I may make an exception on those grounds to switch stuff around. The abovementioned changes must take place before this, however.

(C.) Kris Deltarune is a huge favorite. Please talk to me about them on my personal Tumblr or, if already in possession of it, on Discord.

(C.2.) While I’d love to kick up a Deltarune blog (coughKrisblogcough), I will be holding off until I get a lot of Underfade and Fadedtale content out before indulging appropriately. Unless people are okay with a very lazily run and sketchy blog that barely updates, then by all means.

-- GENERAL NEWS --

❥ How’ve things been?

♦ Admittedly, pretty up and down. 2018 has had some incredible highs, namely my college graduation and the completion of my thesis film, as well as some heavy lows -- which I will not go into detail. This year’s very much felt like a step back for each step forward in many regards, but some things don��t change at least!

❥ What have you been up to lately?

♦ deviantART, mostly! Tumblr queueing, secondly. Writing stories, both Underfade/Fadedtale related and original whenever I’m not drawing. And, looking for work in real life and keeping my head above water, whenever I’m not online, ah ha :’D

I’m semi-active on Discord, usually!! This year hasn’t been the kindest on my mental health, so I’m sorry if I ended up ignoring a lot of messages between now and the past year. I’ll do my best to answer any messages in the future.

❥ I want to talk to you! How do I do that?

♦ Discord’s your best bet!! but if we don’t share a Discord server or if we haven’t RP’d prior to my hiatus, I’m afraid that option’s unavailable. My personal tumblr, skybluescarf, your next best bet!

-- That should be all for now! Thank you all for your time and patience.

I’ll see you all later!

#OoC

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