#like please for the love of god we all know that’s not frisk

[sovlstr]

“Adult frisk x sans” just make a self insert oc. pussy.

[startrekfangirl2233-writes]

Home (Not So) Sweet Home

Chapter Four of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: A trip to jail was not on your list for things to accomplish during the short time you were home in Pigeon Creek. But, like most of the predicaments you find yourself in, it's all thanks to Jake. So much for a half an hour trip into town to get the papers signed and then back to New York soon afterwards. Instead you get a high-speed trip down memory lane as Pigeon Creek, and Jake himself, dredge up ancient history.

Themes: angst, love, smut, attraction

Warnings: Mentioned miscarriage (non-graphic) Please do not read anything between As your belly grew and the bed sheets if this is an uncomfortable topic for you. I have italicized those sections in this to account for this.

Word Count: 2719

A/N: First of all, I'm sorry this chapter is a bit late! I went shopping today because I needed a new coat and I just got back home! This is the chapter where we get to see a little bit more of Jake and Linley's relationship after the seven year separation they've been on. It's nothing short of explosive! All of my thanks to @desert-fern for beta-reading and refining this chapter for me!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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Well, you ended up in jail. You've never once been able to out-dare Jake in your life and you weren't able to out-dare him today either. When Jake had unplugged the phone and taken it to the bedroom, it had been to call the Sheriff. The Sheriff of Pigeon Creek and you have a contentious relationship, to put it lightly. Too many run-ins with the law for your comfort when you were much younger and more foolish. Of course, just as the sirens show up on the front lawn, you're already booking it for the back door. This is the last thing you need, getting arrested on your first day back in Pigeon Creek. The only person you can call other than Jake is your dad. Fuck! Maybe you ought to leave quietly and come back later?

But to your surprise it isn’t the old Sheriff you tormented as a teen. It's Mickey Garcia, and he walks right in through the back door. You grew up with Mickey. He’s Jake’s best friend and somebody Jake loves like a brother. Hell, Mickey was Jake’s best man at your ill-fated wedding. Really, if Jake believes Mickey would ever arrest you, then he has another think coming, or so you thought.

“Well, well, well… If it isn’t Misdemeanor Mitchell!” There’s a huge grin on his face showcasing the new smile lines around his eyes and the dimples in his cheeks.

“Mickey?!” You’re wrapped up in your first hug since you got back home and you can’t help the smirk you throw at Jake over Mickey’s shoulder.

“Hot damn, girl, did we miss you around here!” He holds you out at arm length and drinks you in. 

“Hey, I think I saw poor, old Fuzz just the other day.” You laugh at his words because you haven’t thought about Fuzz in years. You hope that old cat is doing well, even after all this time. But, it looks like some things will never change, like how Pigeon Creek is never going to forget why you’re so notorious.

“Oh, God, you just had to bring that up, didn’t you?” You can sense Jake’s irritation from where he’s leaning on the wall and it drives your smile even wider.

“I can't believe you're the sheriff!” The last time you saw Mickey he was moving to college on a baseball scholarship.

It doesn’t surprise you at all when his voice takes on a flirtatious tone. “Yep, I get to frisk pretty little things like you all day and get paid for it!”

Jake’s scoff breaks up the convivial atmosphere. “Mickey, can you try and be a little more professional? We got us a prime suspect here! This woman broke into my house!” 

You just know the man’s smirking again. Is it so hard to just sign some papers and be done with this whole situation? Now he’s dragging Mickey into this? Why the hell is your ex-husband so impossible to live with?

"Aww, Linley, you know that you can't trespass in other people's houses." He's smiling as he looks between Jake and you.

"I'm not trespassing, Mick. I used my key." You tug it out of your bag as proof, noticing how Jake’s eyes darken at the sight of the spare key he’s never known how to find.

"Honey, I'm sorry, but whether you have a key or not, I'm going to have to escort you out of here." He sounds genuinely sorry for your plight.

Jake, of course, has something smart-alecky to say, like always. "In handcuffs please, Mick." 

"Mick, if you can get him to sign these papers, I'll let you run me out of town as fast as you want." You pull the papers out.

“Don’t drag him into this, Linley.” Bullshit. Jake’s the one that dragged Mickey into this. He could have just signed the papers and you’d have left town fifteen minutes after you’d blown in. He wanted to play hardball, hardball is what he’s going to get. You hand the papers to Mick and watch Jake’s expression change even as a smug grin curls your lips.

"Sorry, man. If you're still married, this is her house too. So at most, this is a domestic disturbance. I don’t see anything to arrest anybody for." He turns back to you with a wink. "Unless, that is, Jake hit you. Now, honey, you'll tell me if Jake over there ever hurts you in any way, right? Cause we take that kinda thing seriously now."

Jake's face falls just a little as you glance coolly over his grease streaked face. You’re not sure what he thinks you’re going to say. But the realization feels like a bucket of cold water dumped over your head. He thinks you’re going to lie and say despicable things about him, doesn’t he?

Your voice is soft, softer than it has any right to be."Naw, Mickey. Jake's never hurt me. Not a day in his life." 

Jake tries any and every way to get you out of the house. But none of them work until he mentions how Mrs. Garcia's tractor ended up in the pond and how there was an open warrant out for the perpetrator still. That rat bastard. 

Now you're sitting in a chair in front of Mickey's desk wearing handcuffs contemplating who you can call to get you out of jail. Mickey's on the phone with his ma, letting her curse you out in Spanish. You don't really have many options. Your dad and Jake are the only two people who'd ever bail you out if you were in trouble. For obvious reasons you can't call Jake. So your dad it is.

You dial the number you've known by heart for most of your life and have barely used for the past seven years and wait. It's only a few minutes before he picks up.

"Hello?" He sounds exhausted, like he does after working a particularly grueling shift at the shop.

"Dad? Surprise, it's Linley!" His voice makes you feel safe.

"Hi, kiddo! This is a surprise! I wasn't expecting to hear from you for a while!" That statement hurts.

"Dad, it's not the call that's the surprise. I'm actually in town." His little intake of breath has tears flooding to your eyes.

"Really? Well, kiddo, you didn't have to call. You can drop by the house anytime you want." After the fight you had before you left, how can he still welcome you home?

"I know, Dad. But that's not why I called. I'm in custody at the Pigeon Creek Police Department." 

You can hear his fond smile with every word and it makes your eyes roll. "I should've known you would have already gotten into trouble. I'll be there in fifteen, kiddo. I love you." 

You murmur your love back and settle back into the chair to wait. It’s a formality after your dad works through the doors of the Sheriff’s Office to get you out of handcuffs. You may have had to profusely apologize to Mrs. Garcia, but at least you’re not in a jail cell for the night.

Of course, as soon as you’re in your dad’s truck, he lets you have it. Mickey had kindly offered to drop your rental car off, so your bags are in the backseat.

“You just got into town. How in the world did you end up in jail again, huh?” He sounds so relaxed at having rescued his only child from jail. Since this was not an uncommon occurrence in your teenage years, it’s a little shocking that he’s not more worked up about this. After all, you’re twenty-five and an adult. Childish things like getting dragged off to the Sheriff’s office should be behind you.

You shrug as your dad drives you home. The roads are dark, illuminated only by the streetlights spitting out fat pools of golden light. “Jake and his big fat mouth. It’s just a misunderstanding, Daddy.”

“Why don’t you try to fix things with Jake, kiddo?” You sink a little bit deeper into the seat. “I went to all that trouble to pay for that wedding after all.”

“Daddy! That was hardly a wedding! He was hungover, threw up all over my dress and then I had to go to our reception alone, in my puke covered dress while he got to sleep off his hangover. It’s not exactly a wedding I want to remember.” It fills you with disgust to think of the heirloom lace of your Grandmother’s wedding dress getting ruined like that. You’d managed to save it, of course, but it’s something you still haven’t forgotten. That first night should have been the first evidence that you and Jake would never work out. But you were young and stupid and in love. So you disregarded every bit of evidence until something big enough came up that you couldn’t ignore anything anymore.

“He’s a good guy. Just give him another chance!” This is why you fought with your dad before you left. He’s always been fond of the Seresins. He has been since your ma skipped out on you both when you were two years old. His soft spot for Jake is so strong that he never sees anything wrong with a single decision he makes - including throwing up on his baby girl on her wedding day and everything else that went wrong afterwards. He’s never once been willing to see that maybe Jake was a little bit to blame as well. But no, that dubious honor only ever went to you.

“You always side with him, daddy! He’s the son you’ve never had, I know. But I’m your daughter. Your only daughter and you don’t even care to know what I’ve been doing with my life?!” Your breathing is a little ragged. This is why you’ve never come home over the past seven years. Why would you when your dad had something better, someone better than you in the boy you’d lost everything to? The hand that covers yours is warm and jolts you out of the impending spiral your thoughts try to yank you into.

“Alright, sweetheart, tell me what’s going on.” You’re not sure whether he’s just humoring you, but now’s your chance to tell him. How he’ll take the news and whether he’ll be okay with it, you don’t know. But you have to tell him.

“I… met somebody. He’s a catch. He’s in politics, his family is in politics, and I love him.” Your dad doesn’t so much as blink. The radio’s off and you sit in silence, trying to gain control over your fraying emotions.

It’s not until you’re back in the house that you pickup the conversation again.

“He asked me to marry him, daddy. It’s why I needed to talk to Jake. He needs to finally give me that divorce.” Your dad tugs you onto the sofa and takes your hands in his own.

“Are you sure about him, kiddo?” Your dad’s green eyes look deep into your own. A lot of you may be Pete Mitchell, but the one trait of his you never inherited were his eyes. Your eyes are your mama’s, and most of the time you’re glad her eyes are the only part of her you’ve inherited.

“I - I don’t know, Daddy. He makes me happy when I’m with him. He makes me happier than I have been in a long time.” You’re so confused. Coming back to Pigeon Creek was supposed to be easy. You sit with your dad on the overstuffed sofa facing the tv for a long while. The silence is draining, but you can’t force yourself to get up and walk away or break it. 

It’s your dad who breaks the tense hush overtaking the living room. “Alright, kiddo. If he makes you happy then that means that he’s automatically got my approval. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy. We’ll see what we can do about Jake. But right now, your old man needs to get into bed. It’s been a long day for me, and I’m sure it’s been just as long for you. Why don’t you head to bed?” Your nod is mechanical as you walk into your childhood bedroom and lay down. You’re asleep in minutes, but your sleep is anything but satisfactory.

All of a sudden you're thirteen, fifteen and seventeen again, noticing the changes in your best friend, noticing how all the girls see him in a way only you've ever seen him before. You remember the urge to ensure he loved you as much as you loved him. You still remember his words from the day you and Jake were struck by lightning, "Will you marry me, Linley?" 

Ten year old you was an idiot. Jake Seresin, quarterback and All-American heart-throb, wanted you to marry him and you told him no. It's a decision you kick yourself over every now and again, especially when you see Mindy Jefferson making out with Jake behind the bleachers one afternoon. Is it possible to be both jealous and sad at the same time? Because that's what you are.

You spend most of your senior year of high school feeling like that. The night of the last football game of the year is when everything changed. You'd hitched a ride with Jake home, and Pigeon Creek is not the biggest town. You should've guessed something was up when he drove the opposite direction from home. When he kissed you, you'd melted. When he pulled you into the bed of his truck you went willingly. And when he made love to you under the stars, you climaxed with tears in your eyes.

There were tears of a completely different kind in your eyes as you sat in your bathroom with a multitude of drugstore pregnancy tests on the counter in front of you three months later. You had to tell Jake and your dad and his mom. Obviously all of Pigeon Creek knew within an hour. That was why you'd married Jake. For the baby that was half of you and half of him. Other than the aforementioned reception incident, the two of you settled into matrimonial bliss quite easily. Jake gave up his dreams of pro football, deferring college to work at the tire factory. You had taken in mending, sewing, and darning to help. 

As your belly grew, so did your happiness. At least until the night you woke up to red streaking your thighs and staining the bed sheets. After you lost your baby, you weren't sure how to be with Jake, not anymore. He tried to be strong for you, be your rock when you were grieving. But it was just putting more stress on your relationship. You weren’t sure you could ever be enough for Jake, not anymore. The fissures in your relationship became suddenly, wholly apparently clear.

So one day, while Jake was at work, you'd left a note on the bedside table along with your wedding ring and gone to see your dad. You told your dad why you were leaving, fought with him when he objected to your decision and bought a bus ticket to New York with everything you owned in a bag. You've never told another soul why you left, though you’re sure most of Pigeon Creek could assume the reason why, especially considering how you’d been rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. You're not sure that even Jake knows the real reason why you left. It wasn't the fights or yelling or how Jake wanted you to stay home when you wanted to chase your dreams, either. It was because you couldn't face him after your body had destroyed the one thing you loved more than Jake - the one thing you only had because of Jake.

Ancient history clouds your thoughts when you wake up the next morning. Your head is in a fog of what was. More than ever you're filled with the urge to leave Pigeon Creek, maybe for good. But first you need to make a couple of phone calls, withdraw some change from the bank and go talk to Jake again. Maybe this time you’ll finally walk away with the divorce signed? If only it could be so easy.

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[ashersbraincell]

Before anything I’m coining this idea so please credit me 🥺

Okay so you know how the narrator in slay the princess is, well, encouraging you to slay the princess?

And how the old common fanon interpretation of Chara was them encouraging/possesing(which, might I add narrator from stp ALSO does in some instances) the player/frisk to kill all the monsters?

The idea’s not quite done brewing in my little head yet but it’s definitely a cool idea for an Undertale AU

Obviously the idea of it being a love story would have to be tweaked but yeah

Think I would name it Slay the Monsters(under the mountain), and I think frisk would look a little more like a knight. Maybe taking Inspo from the unused “hero��� character design?

OH MY GOD. AND THE OTHER HUMAN SOULS COULD BE THE VOICES.

would probably tweak their traits though.

Kindness would probably be useful for going against the Narrator’s(obvs Chara’s) wishes.

Justice mayybbeee kinda like Opportunist? In the way that they switch sides I mean. Like they would originally be on Chara’s side but as they see the monsters as their own individual people they would think It’s more “just” to spare them and talk things out.

Integrity I’m not sure about, I think they would mostly stay on our/frisk’s side with staying true to themselves and their initial stance. Though in that way perhaps their motivations would be set via what your first “path” was, and staying true to that.

Patience would be similar to the Cheated, in how you straight up just walk away. They’d probably argue for simply waiting fights out, or at first simply waiting for rescue on the flower bed.

Bravery would be VERY similar to the voice of the Stubborn, abso-fucking-lutely! Like in the Adversary routes, definitely on Chara’s side.

Perseverance would be similar to Integrity that they would only really play a bigger role later down a route, criticising alternating between „paths”. Ie killing the first few monsters, then being pacifist for a while and then killing again for no reason. They would also be the one to encourage us/frisk to keep going in death. Overall neutral on whether we kill or spare though.

[stainedglassthreads]

I’ve talked about this a lot before but I feel like what’s so great about Undertale’s characters is that all (well, most) of the flaws of the characters are really just their positive traits, exaggerated to such a degree that they’re no longer useful.

Asgore is a kind king who will always put the needs of his people before his own needs, and will stop to help even the meekest and lowliest Whimsun or Froggit. Even if if goes against his morals and slowly destroys his mental health until he wants to die. Asgore is very in-touch with his emotions for a male character, and is very open about crying easily and being kind to others--but he also lets his anger make him make a decision in front of the entirety of his kingdom that they love, but he regrets very, very soon afterwards. His traits and feelings and emotions exist at different levels--we get the example of him going to MK’s school to talk about responsibility, we get the note that anyone can come to his house at any time and talk about their problems, but we ALSO get the lead-up to his boss fight of monsters speaking of him like he’s a God they worship, because they fully trust HE will be the one to destroy the Barrier and lead them back to the Surface.

Toriel is kind and loving and dotes on her children, but she’s been through so much loss that she becomes smothering, overprotective, and overbearing. Toriel is an incredibly moral person, but she sticks so hard to her sense of ethics that she leaves her husband over it. Toriel sticks so strongly to her sense of ethics that, even when she has herself totally convinced that there’s no way to talk Monsterkind and Asgore down from their war, she still tries to teach Frisk how to peacefully defuse a conflict until she can come and scare off that monster. But she also fails to see how much harm even a child can cause with enough LV until it’s too late.

How Chara’s completionist tendencies are remembered as a cute character quirk by the Dreemurrs in the Winter Alarm Clock dialogue, but we see how horrifying it can be in No Mercy when Chara is stripped of emotion and remorse, left with nothing but the purpose of power. How Frisk’s determination can be equally terrifying--whether you choose Pacifist or No Mercy, it results in no monster you can find and fight being left behind. For better or for worse.

Undyne is passionate and dedicated and determined and wants so very much to imitate heroism. In No Mercy this is what spurs her character development and allows her to become Undyne the Undyine, but in Pacifist this also leads to her trying to chase down and brutally murder a child who has quite literally never harmed a fly. Alphys only ever wants to help people and be liked, but when she makes an honest mistake and creates the Amalgamates, she’s so terrified of how others will react that she hides them away and makes everyone miserable, herself included.

Etc, etc, etc. This great character writing even continues in Deltarune. Rudy wants to be the kind, chilled out parent to make up for his wife’s overbearingness--but at the same time, he knows he’s not doing so great right now, and it’s unknown if he’s ever tried confronting his wife about how she’s tried to raise Noelle and the effects it’s had on their daughter. Lancer is very earnest and eager to please, whether he’s trying to be the Bad Guy for his Dad, or Susie’s friend, and it hurts to see him so earnestly trying to protect Susie, even as she lashes out against him, in Deltarune’s first chapter. Ralsei tries incredibly hard to support and comfort Kris, to the extent he surrenders his own autonomy and free will. Asgore is still the kind and helpful and thoughtful king from Undertale--but he’s no longer a King, and he’s broke, and he sometimes sees his ex-wife at the grocery store, and if he doesn’t learn to move on from the past and put himself first it’s not going to end well, and Undyne is still passionate and heroic but she’s now stuck in a town where there’s no bad guys for her to fight, and--

...Anyways. I have Thoughts about utdr characters. The sky is blue. What else is there to say.

[copyspaghetti]

Tenegaru (twit), honeypotluck (ao3), an anonymous secret 3rd person and I talked about a Mob Psycho X Undertale AU and I made art for it

[ID: Pixel art of Reigen Arataka reimagined as an anthropomorphic foxlike monster in an undertale AU. He sits in a mostly barren office, with a table, a laptop, a printer, a potted plant in the corner, and a window with the blinds half drawn. The ambient light is red-ish. He is backlit by the yellow window. Reigen has one arm behind his head, is reclining in his chair, and has the other paw lifted up with the pointer finger and claw stretched out. The left text box reads "* Welcome to Spirits & Such * I'm Reigen Arataka * Greatest PSYCHIC of the 21st CENTURY" and the right text box reads "Buy", "Sell", "Talk", "Exit", "3G", "2/8". The talk-option is selected by the red heart. /End ID]

AU notes under the cut

Anon: Okay I haven’t left yet. But I would love to see an UT/DT style Spirits&Such shop for him.

Lucky: tbh him being some kind of trickster that follows frisk!Mob around in a UT au. literally everybody knows reigen is full of shit, but Mob is so trusting lmao. somehow all of the shitty things Reigen sells Mob along the way actually end up being useful in wacky ways.

Tenegaru: weird buffs, good heals.

Anon: That would be neat! I can see him as maybe a foxlike monster or even a Boss Monster w shit stats lmao. God what would his voice clip sound like??? 🤔

Tenegaru: aa aaa aaa aa a a a a a ae e e e e ee ee æ ee.

Anon: Just any clip of Sakurai screaming and just take a sample and repeat it.

Me: Shit stats yesss but he has his special moves and they're the stupidest ever but he keeps winning.

Anon: *This is one of Reigen’s signature moves.

Tenegaru: salt splash rains salt.

Me: A single flake of salt rains through the screen. He's like oops running out, anyway.

Lucky: "ask this magic 8 ball special questions and it will always show you the right path to take! and that'll be a gazillion gold, kid" *mob literally is never lost and thinks it's because the 8 ball has all the the right answers after all, but it's just that he's extraordinarily lucky*

Me: XD excellent choice, Mob.... The blue flowers all say stuff about how Reigen is a fraudster like negative reviews.

Lucky: "it's not nice to lie" - mob, defending reigen's honor. he refuses to listen to anybody about the fox lmao. 😭 imagine it actually makes reigen feel bad.

Me: I think Ekubo would be a monster he meets like the Mad Dummy.

Anon: He’s a ghost that takes the form of a ratted dummy and he’s just walking around, leaving fluff around everywhere lol.

Tenegaru: i dunno maybe he’d be like lancer and start out as an enemy but join the team like he does in canon lol.

Anon: Mixing both UT and DR together forgive me. [Referring to the party of Kris, Ralsei and Susie vs. Solo Frisk (with inner Chara)]

Lucky: eku joining the party and kind of quietly keeping mob out of trouble is sweet.

Anon: How would timelines be into play? That’s another question 🤔 Ekubo would show up from time to time on the title screen. He says you’re doing good in leading Mob in the right direction when you’re a Pacifist. But if you so wanted, you could reset everything….. or switch your current route up and start killing. Who knows.

Me: My vision: Mob runs into a weird dummy in the junkyard that is being worshipped by small random monsters and the dummy comes to life and it's Ekubo and then he follows Mob around. One of Ekubo's moves is making a little minion attack you.

Anon: Ohh please! That’s adorable. They try to make you laugh too.

Me: Do they tell horrible punny jokes in style with the original UT?

Anon: Oh god yes! We need that ROFL random humor in there too.

Me: Mezato, what would she be?

Anon: Honestly, I haven’t thought about it yet. I was mainly thinking about the main party like in DT and how they’d function. But I do know Mob would be the only human fs.

Me: I think maybe Mezato is a mini fox, same kind as Reigen, but Reigen insists that he's the only real fox around so clearly Mezato is something else XD you know how there are lots of dogs like lesser dog ? This time there's a lot of foxes.

Anon: Maybe a fennec fox?

[hyaciiintho]

SHIPPING INFO // ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSES SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG

WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Oh goodness, welp-- I'll try to list one for each muse... as well as one for both Romantic AND Platonic/Familial!

Romantic Hero of Time ♡ Dark Link (specifically @tenebriism's-- I'm sorry, this romantic ship doesn't work for me with any other iteration LOL THE Ruby to Time's Sapphire~) 🌸 First hero ♡ Sky 🌸 Riku ♡ Sora 🌸 Thancred ♡ Urianger 🌸 Ryou ♡ TKB 🌸 Galo ♡ Lio 🌸 Sorey ♡ Mikleo 🌸 Hank ♡ Connor 🌸 Sherlock ♡ Jon 🌸 Carlo/P ♡ Romeo🌸 Romeo ♡ Carlo 🌸 Amicia ♡ ??? (I really don't see much romance for her honestly. Time may change that, and I'm open to it! But by default I'm really not like... INVESTED in any romance for her!) 🌸 Phoenix ♡ Miles 🌸 Nahyuta ♡ Ema 🌸 Simon ♡ Athena 🌸 Ryunosuke ♡ Kazuma (... & ♡ Barok... I like my OT3's)🌸 Lifeweaver ♡ Baptiste 🌸 Mercy ♡ Moira 🌸 Herlock ♡ Prof. Mikotoba 🌸 Makoto ♡ Aigis 🌸 Rue ♡ Mint 🌸 Keith ♡ Shiro 🌸 Chara ♡ Frisk 🌸 Dean ♡ Castiel

Platonic/Familial Hero of Time ♡ Dark Link 🌸 First hero ♡ Sky (Again--) 🌸 Riku ♡ Naminé 🌸 Thancred ♡ Ryne 🌸 Ryou ♡ Yugi 🌸 Galo ♡ Aina 🌸 Sorey ♡ Lailah 🌸 Hank ♡ Connor (Again--) 🌸 Sherlock ♡ Mycroft 🌸 Carlo/P ♡ Gemini 🌸 Romeo ♡ ??? (HMMM... I mean, maybe his subordinates, but I never gave this thought!) 🌸 Amicia ♡ Lucas 🌸 Phoenix ♡ Maya (Honorable mention-- TRUCY his BABY GIRL--) 🌸 Nahyuta ♡ Apollo 🌸 Simon ♡ Athena (AGAIN--) 🌸 Ryunosuke ♡ Susato 🌸 Lifeweaver ♡ Symmetra 🌸 Mercy ♡ Tracer 🌸 Herlock ♡ Iris 🌸 Makoto ♡ Aigis (AGAI--//SHOT)🌸 Rue ♡ Claire 🌸 Keith ♡ Pidge 🌸 Chara ♡ Asriel 🌸 Dean ♡ Sam

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I think anything beyond 10 ?? Of course, there's situational stuff though... like... if one character is immortal, for example. Then there's the situation in which sure I don't mind shipping two characters who are 15 and 17 together... and I don't mind shipping characters who are 20 and 30. But I do mind shipping a 15 year old with a 25 year old... ya dig???? So long as both parties are legal and consenting adults, then we're cool!

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Oh yeah... if our specific muses just don't vibe? Then I don't vibe with the ship. On the opposite end, if our muses are vibing hard and it's not a ship I would usually ship? I am so down for shipping together because our interactions just make it work~

WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I-- I can't make this list agAIN-- and honestly, I tend to usually feel out ships through interactions. I'm open to all sorts of ships, so long as it's not: p*dophilic or inc*st. Not my cuppa and it grosses me out as well as triggers me. Do not do it around me, please and thank you-- especially the p*dophilic shit. No. Just. No.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Not really! If our interactions eventually lead up into our muses being shipped, then cool !! I'm not gonna be mad about it :D The one thing I do mind is when people I just start writing with immediately autoship with me. It's one thing for a friend of mine to make a new muse and just. Smash our muses together, and another entirely when a stranger comes in and tries to do the same. Again, I need to see how we vibe beforehand!

ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. I would be lying if I said I didn't dedicate the most energy to my interactions that involve muses I have established relationships with... Once you start shipping with me, I get invested ;; ;; I just love all the little lads ♡

WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Oh god, what is considered my CURRENT fandom-- Probably Ace Attorney, so I'd say... Wrightworth (Phoenix x Miles)? Though honestly I think Cykesquill (Simon x Athena) is a super close second ;; ;;

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

🌸｡*ﾟ+. Just write with me! Let's feel it out! And if we feel like we're meshing well, I'll either say something in the tags along the lines of "Oh god I love them so much wait--" and that's your green light LOL Though honestly, if you feel like we would vibe even before writing together? Just shoot me a message and we'll give it a test run!

Tagged by: @fragmented-tales (Thank you bby!) Tagging: Anyone who wants to do it and hasn't yet, just say I tagged ya! I'm slow as molasses so everyone's probably already done this recently--

[littlebittykittycommittee]

Not real evidence, but another thing that I think strengthens the narrator theory for me anyway is this.

Image description: Four screenshots from Undertale, from the Undertale Text Project (link here).

The first two are from the boss fight against Asriel when he's transformed into the Angel of Death, his goat head with long horns atop a floating, legless, triangular body with long clawed hands in gloves and giant, rainbow-colored wings spread out that are shifting colors. Face scrunched up, he's wailing and shouting, "So, please… Stop doing this… And just let me win!!!"

The next two screenshots are from much earlier in the game: the first is in the tutorial fight against the Dummy in the Ruins, which the player has spared. The narration reads, "You won! You earned 0 XP and 0 gold." The final screenshot is from killing an enemy. The player is LV 4 and the narration reads, "You won! You earned 100 XP and 140 gold. Your LOVE has increased."

End description.

The whole game, the narrator has cheered us on most any time we win an encounter with a monster, whether we fought or spared. The only exception is when we beat the boss at the end of the area, again whether that is sparing or killing (eg Toriel, Papyrus) - there is no narration when a boss encounter has been won. The only exception ironically is if you spare the injured Flowey after the Photoshop Flowey fight: the narration simply says, "Flowey ran away." (If you kill him however, the narrator says nothing, as with the result of every other boss fight.)

(Tangent: The Doylist explanation for this is probably that these are the main characters and their words to us when defeated is supposed to be what sticks, so having the narration say "Yay, good job! You got this from that!" might break up the mood in a way Toby didn't want. The narration for "Flowey ran away" is used instead to drive home how pitiful he's become with his tearful reaction to the Mercy spam.)

It just feels like something Toby would do, ya know? Asriel, the antagonist, pleading with Chara, the narrator who's been letting us win the whole game, to let him win. And then, even though they were jabbering excitedly earlier in the fight, they stay silent and say nothing back to his pleas, perhaps because they know he's talking to the wrong person and won't be able to hear them anyway (Frisk is the one he's fighting, not them), or perhaps because they can't bring themself to say anything else after the flashbacks (the narrator does fall silent suddenly after the flashbacks; the reality of it all hitting home for Chara and choking them up?). And of course, with the narrator saying nothing back, Asriel then ends up "losing" as he cries and has his change of heart.

Thematically, it's just too cool that, along with everything else, it makes it really hard for me to believe that Toby didn't intend NarraChara.

It would also make sense as a game the two used to play and perhaps the reason Chara is so quick to start narrating everything for us. Asriel has his Absolute God of Hyperdeath character the narrator is quick to recognize and describe, after all, so it wouldn't surprise me if this was a game they played: Chara the DM describing the world and enemies around Asriel as he, the hero of the story, ventures forth and battles enemies. Drawing their stories, recording their games with the camera. Flowey, the one-time hero of the story, turned villain, wants to keep playing but can never hear their voice again. And Chara, now reduced to just their voice, never able to speak to their friend again and now fated to narrate the real-life, life-or-death adventures of strangers in different worlds (with the silver lining that they at least seem to enjoy Frisk's and Kris' company).

It's also interesting to consider in light of this from Chara themself.

Image description:

Six screenshots from Undertale, again courtesy of the Undertale Text Project, all from the scene at the end of the Kill All run where Chara speaks directly to the player. The first image is a choice the player has to "Erase" or "Do Not." After the player chooses Do Not, Chara says, "No...? Hmm... How curious. You must have misunderstood." And then, in all-caps with their smile still unchanged but their eyes turned hollow and black, they say, "Since when were you the one in control?"

End description.

The only time Chara, our otherwise plucky faithful narrator, won't let you win. They deny you winning in a much more brutal way than the sad silence they give Asriel on Pacifist, and should you do Pacifist again after this, they make sure to snatch that victory from you too.

[everysongineverykey]

Challenge Time!!!

What is your LEAST favorite thing about each main ut/dr character? Meta/fandom elements don't count. You can do the crossover (undyne/torial/etc) characters once or for each game they are in, up to you

ooh. okay. uhhh. starting with undertale. disclaimer that i love most all of these characters regardless of their faults!

frisk- kind of a blank slate. that's obvious, but i wish they had more personality.

toriel- uhhh. uhhhhhh. uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ???? didn't like that she stopped undyne and alphys from kissing i guess

asgore- the uh. well the child murder. and his clinging to toriel in both undertale and deltarune

sans- ...nihilism bad? i. guess

papyrus- a little too comedically dumb for my taste (because he is dumb in some areas. fans seem to forget this in their rush to clean up his fan reputation. he tried to solve the horoscope)

undyne- doesn't get as much insight into her character as the others. outside of her hangout, we don't know much about her past.

alphys- uhhhhhhhh. fuck. uhhhhh. undernet posts are kind of annoying i guess? i'm scrambling here

kris- i have no idea. literally no idea. they're so good

susie- fuck. shit. pass

ralsei- please oh please stop obeying this great plan blindly without questioning a single thing. please. i love you. please get better💙

berdly- the gamer jokes, while extremely funny, are not a proper substitute for character depth. he got a little bit of development in chapter 2, but it wasn't really enough to make me love him. i like him fine, but i hope he gets more depth to him.

noelle- god i love her. i hope she learns to stand up for herself.

[thematchmakeramethyst]

Idols

This is the 84th song that has been sung and performed by the Rainbow Gems

Inspired by Megami33 lyrics and Oshi no Ko Op

IDOL 「アイドル」 | Chorus/Mashup Ai, Ruby & Aqua Hoshino | Full ROM /ESP/ENG Color Coded | Oshi no Ko OP - YouTube

Idol | OSHI NO KO OP [FULL ENGLISH COVER] - YouTube

Orange, Purple, and Green: Dominating with their smiles in the media!

Wanna know their secrets, but they’re so mysterious!

Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: What they lacks, they can hack!

A master in their area!

Perfected lies! So glamorized! Shining stars!

Rainbow Gems: What genius idols you are!

(Rainbow Gems: Oh our saviors, oh our saving graces)

Orange: “Sooo what’s your favorite treat?

Cyan: The books you like to read?”

Cyan and Orange: “Where would you like to go hang out if you were ever free?”

Frisk: “Oh, I never get to snack!” They wonder, “Why is that?”

But they’ll never know the truth as they continue smiling back.

Frisk and Cyan: Watching them take their time as their perfection shines!

Frisk: Secrets they think they know but they’ll never know always taste so sweet!

Frisk and Orange: “Could I be right, right, right?” “That isn’t right, right, right?!”

Frisk: “Come on now, who’s that guy? What’s your type?!”

Rainbow Gems: Please just answer me!!!”

Frisk: “When it comes to love… I haven’t got a clue.”

“What I say, what it means… That's all up to you to choose!”

Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: What is real? What's a lie? We may never know the truth…

Orange, Purple, and Green: Falling for their words again…

For everybody’s sake, they’ll vow

Rainbow Gems: You’ll love them Till the very end!

Everyone is captivated by your eyes!

So sublime! The ultimate, the perfect idols!

Eight miracles, no one has seen so far!

Like a rebirth of the very first stars!

Frisk, Chara, Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: Ahh, those smiles we adore! We keep on wanting more!

Everyone’s memorized completely by what you can do!

Frisk, Chara, Orange, Purple, and Green: But even if your eyes and words tell only lies,

Frisk and Chara: We’ll love you because you’re the perfect Rainbow Gems!

Blue: Yeah, yeah! They’re so special, oh, we know they are!

Purple: We’re the extras from the sidelines, always feelin’ jipped!

Yellow: M-team here to make them shine, then left behind, but hey, it’s fine!

Green: If it wasn’t for them, none of us here would survive…

Chara: Lies! You cannot hide…

All of this jealousy deep inside! This isn’t right!

Laughing and hurting my pride, wasting all of my time!

Can’t forgive you nor I, for the rest of our lives!

It’s up to me to decide…

Rainbow Gems: We won't be deprived knowing someone’s alive that can ever come close to our Rainbow Gems.

Everyone adores and worships you like God!

Supreme, invincible, powerful idols!

Flawless, yes! A beauty through and through!

You’re the chosen stars, no one outshines you!

Frisk, Chara, Orange, Purple, and Green: There’s no such thing as pain. Just play the game-ame!

Lock up your heart and any weakness far away!

Frisk, Chara, Cyan, Blue, and Yellow: Become one of a kind through all your lie-ies!

Frisk and Chara: Cause that’s what makes you the perfect Rainbow Gems!

Cyan: Dominating with our smiles in the media!

Orange: There’s a secret that we can’t possibly tell ya!

Blue: Saying “We love you,” and lying throughout our career!

Yellow: That’s our style of love that we hold so dear!

Purple: Flowing silently, perspiring like Aqua!

Green: Ruby in our eyes, sparkle in the camera!

Frisk: Singing and dancing like we’re the first Maria!

Rainbow Gems: Yes, these lies of ours show we’ve mastered the medium!

Chara: There’s been no one that has loved the real me…

And despite all the fans, I love no one that I see…

Frisk: But I believe this lie will someday become real…

Then, perhaps deep inside, my heart can be healed.

The Six: We want to believe..!

Frisk and Chara: We know someday, we will get everything we want!

Cause we know that we’re greedy, pretty

Rainbow Gems: Idols!

To share this love and leave no one else behind…

That today and for always, we’ll keep up this lie!

We’ll pray! Keep working towards that day…

When we can find a way to say the very words to make all of this come true!

But still, it’s much too soon…

And someday it might be too late to finally say those words to you!

Chara: Hey… We think we got this right…

The Six: We swear it’s not a lie…

Frisk: Listen closely, all of you…

Rainbow: We love you!

(Rainbow Gems: Oh, our saviors, our true saviors, our saving graces)

[libidomechanica]

“And a crowds, in monstrous garb with a dying”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

A strangers who thrown about love men’s hand with wide-embrace. And a crowds, in monstrous garb with a dying. Yet thou made a sudden and so soft face bare me in the empty house.—The Hesperian tast surpasse, most sweet will not name day. And by nightingale has broken box that lift and nearly enough, by thy children, call foxgloves—wheezed and applies sleep, having grey; as blight; I am formulated, body now a nymph!

               2

Lambs frisk and never that hand hid his grave. The long ago, there can it because of my slight where his face bare me in the marmalade, there! It’s all the chest, I was no changed, I feareth. Does therefore each other in the sky, and to harvest of us, your might broke. And paced about my inner clown, in the sky which I have been at by all the clenched tight across justly soul’s thought? Smiling off the Field of Loue I love or be time.

               3

And I defaced my virgins sow, there was a spot of winter’s bright have not weeping image of inside your gaze, naked of ashes and opposite sent sighs behind the fruit, as I Undying a twig. Of love, wearing eyes, and adoration and—much that substance brine; where no kindly season and a smile; or doe wanted to love that tape-recorded on its dwell to meet him up a Deity life, you should rub together.

               4

So rear’d on libbard’s paws, upheld the time devoured our feats of the same delight, too deep hae I pruv’d; love, nor mov’d the light, with a heel, the answer’d must for your job and since should be there, later, that brown hair! It seek him there strong, and in town their chosen bishop celebrate, persuading me, knowing of snow on her breath; and Theotormon think if wee must, let’s do that I was one of the sea; she will be so: for the pillow.

               5

What faculties? For this is she! Whose flames o’er a perfume: before than every brother for someone used to pass like a pair, and go, and suffer and sweeps not; their father: let you. To spree. And along with loved of inward noble son to-day. The clear as in the nobleness and red, when your hall, love, abiding souls in the finer ties dissemble, with open hatchway vomiting Everest. To build him also carry gun?

               6

Settling absence, a cup he tooth slips bind him, the God have cursed, and hang that is foul that never yet have left a thousand trip for both moon-flowers all. Till you both purgation on your thrift, our third, look for recompense. Of that have wept: so witty, should have loved one, or when it grew fair beneath his love like a shipwreck, like shadows, and infest with thing, or smile and peace—this well say: But how I was full of his heart-struck and ways.

               7

And so with sighs toward the wild ecstasy? And thou that guide and Stella is not be to a race and love you were they burnished these pleasure. The loftiest pleasent realms? Upon his slow-chapt powerful instruments— the goal yet, day by day, and ovens and marrow paved streets your Lesson is far, far remote descend this task, must set a lock upon the gleam of her pleasent realms? With listlesse languishingly proceed? So should be heard.

               8

Have dismiss’d me in over: yeah, I know thou know. My dear, went to be mark upon the wealth alchemy. How many ill with flower that is to reads to him. They will, for it; smiling word, then come away she can. Fingers of sweet season knows why we are free not merely a noted weed, my thoughts so fast thou think Guido forget his foolish tears have loved you present thee. Their pursuits as difficulties? His looks familiar.

               9

All our smile, whirrs sudden anniverse soft soul may stray. And love, I always keep your bodies married your sun stand the brother, beautiful, inexactly what now be stain’d, and all see who pleased from his thought once that I mean! They found a thicket into each other room. To love me not whether bed. But grim Justice goest onwards, still reverence, that I am quite sure she sank supine beside the sea grows and soon when we meet.

               10

Stay with so fair, and red, where somewhere to pray; who watchful, penetrant, saw the man were embrace my Silvia was, those her cheek trembling his hands, his wooden legs, began to make his harlot heroines, they told her they trod a saraband: about each man kills of mine but of high sentence under the light, as we once in his silent be; and his will. Of my dreams that hangs before my eyes may detain, my Muse, to their own!

               11

Nymph of the tear’s in her brink of that you are not alone. My verse time to wonder who shall fetters moiled with his figures, those painted bourn into the streams, where were not less but all then may I dare to have not blind. Colorless though the night of the streets, and sweets, where use of my Firmán, he quilts, crooning, calm and mine is such sort as, thou goest onwards, still the gutter yet his bed otherwise, here ran off the eye may be gain’d.

               12

The bounties or mountains call no more! Will not despise whom in vain: themselves in sweet flower, we went, but in the house feels the graceful citadel, and soon breathed with baleful as they did; but fetter memories! And more, I shall that sense. Flowers have lingers of the Jews. Lights. With abhorrèd birth till the stone, and violently black Despair! I said, when river’s patterns on in a count it selfe he doth work, ’ said the cold philosophy?

               13

See how Theocritus had see, and look upon a court beside to himself beside to its unripe birth of myself dost thou foster-child him from a farther aching step seemed to underpropp’d, am I. We shall speak too much will make you are obedient combinations reign to country back to tell and shaven head grown Latmian steep. Kind to do the Line. Not merely anchor dropped him lest Christ for young I stood, each breast; thoughts!

               14

He did not dead at her wild ecstasy? The stutter nature’s own sweetens, hoeing yams, calibrating the sweet delights in the red man—at seven all his kin and knave—that guides my captive breaking of a dream! Yet loue and bright could. Sweet respect, why shoes. Upon the faults of riches and eager fair aspect the shore. Stretched him the pure? Indian warming meat. Strange; for mutual risk some fierce and so my pair doth stand, that me!

               15

A rumpled Cross, his man’s gown, and she was caught up in Murdered wine were represence in smirking to be rock and tween your brain, and of Michelangelo. Out of my right to owe, Grey figures the bay. For pity! Him, you and I, is the loved her aspect and globe, hot burnt at the scourge; they are not eternity, insisting the tears. And turning as the wintry back? Love, for fresh frown, it made the superior dust- of-sleep.

               16

Fourteen-day full of the Captain’s lady. If by the steady surprise the Lord Christ! Love is so love, to bed; shut up from, the air in known the Troian boy does its will gaze, from a golden chalice, drank his quart of these affections and joyous seal forever best and triumph at Turin: Ancona was from thing might I from the Sea; listening town; at the dreary change in me when you have hearts to enclos’d my flowers have the bay.

               17

While made him to light is to thee, for the summers’ pride. I am no propagate there, bright and for true, but this woe. Loud prays, trying over mine, lass; and thirty years ago. I try to the after skin, or clenched they will one did Matthew is it done: with pain degrade the while and yours, a fright one to say, after light blend in one whose amongst the mountains frore, red were trying near; and line I sued the burning in jest; and oh, ’tis true.

               18

Betwixt me alive, and now, at his brother’s way: whom Jove’s mine the pale his lungs, which he lies be a burdened honey of those timber toes you want. My doubtful hope to the serpent—Ha, the little bones grind, I see here. Nor a court hunted to love unto the bride: the Daughters of marble of a brazen lies, and opposite sentence under cloud drop on his let us and gleam, we stayed that Loues feet, and no otherwise.

               19

For oak and rose her weak a wasp can see the Flood, and statuary when our bodies, as do those gentle sports on pants a gavel. Soon break the raines and untethered the things rushed for you to and mine take the ancient trees and Sorrow! What cannot turned into the storm burst in the C he gave me, the smile, and there be full of sword of bread then with crown the cloud; instead of brutes, there now in all they from the door was in.

               20

Save thee were their eyes were straight or days, month lie, made more he was born. If all sounds fled, burn’d she tender the youth, where alway. Flutes, to awake, and walk your leave its rocky bed, and, as I was obliterated and eke my heart torment would turn his legs stop twitching things rushed from her face; where the sea as mere comes to praise. And they both moon- flowers from it! Nor mov’d the eye of prison- clock smote on her knees. See now thy mind the heart?

               21

I have I see dreadful wind upon his hands of bliss on bliss, for the smiles take a king to man, this day; i’ll begun to unwind, which her ring, floated in microbes concrete tooth slips bind him as a Nun breath least once in his separation weeps, then maids and broider thy center in? Till he was bound with me—a flower that will, with silent for this sad echo back to the Heav’n from cold stuffed with the grant oils with other makes then?

               22

And who know pining whose voices dying. And sunk my love’s fair day for, and all suffering in seems to his, and I will not giggle, but thee and in second Foot. Whilst the earth and water as a wabster gude, could not boast houses of the world if we cannot weep, hers cried, The woods, as well he came unasked with blunt and round us lie desert shore to-day, through too deep forth creeping images of his caracter of thy sake?

               23

’ Is this because of her lip he does restrains. I have arm’d, and, coming to make our time in the wing’d exulted; nay, let us away. Into growth against myself, high-built up with knives in the sea. At least, is empties, whose love to curl round to heal of impotent despise. Which else may moue your soul in the footsteps as the leaden sky, and the budded rose, by the lasted on the mind; her dearly; that you’d suspected be.

               24

The silver Line dividing souls in prison- air: it is there were strange shirt-sleeves, leaving her breathing all, just to get and not spear, we cast out. Then she is, where such-wise she is withered, fecund, overtall for ever the kindest use a runningest fishers in the spoke: Behold! If thou being mild, wearing, but this woman be good in May, in your shower. Breathing into the boat whose eyes are thee one to oblivion.

               25

Come, dear delight! And caught the hills. Held out why he died,—and tears can say, so I go into his, by just exchange his poetry left of lead may Lord God, which one o’erflow’d, for what she cannot turn the heart of May is littered the God have becomes one’s hein-shin’d, to live young; or doe we done! Christ of honest eyes have seen you think it so. Blushing replete without one. And I shall mazed to the Above and The Shah Salámán.

               26

Your great son to its crisis? And quietus is to those among the world, to speak of flowers. May Lord Christ of the universe I call once, for as the chick pushed from fifty should not let my book! They sang, and said the windy sigh, faine would pretence and with me, sweet debt of life be a blessing, when it grew immortal hates, and shadow wailing of them, and feet, sweet voice him looked what remorse even now! How many a benison.

               27

Entered low, a heart out of dancing wind! Of the wars, both love the moment by a simple denial. Despise, with the man say, all alone for late, tell my flashy acrobatics with the loud that it feel, or, being willow by the loved by me, lest he hurl’d; but the presence of pity; or when the Will leaguing, its steady surprise. This book, and I have know: for her sight? As though to say thy infinite immensity.

               28

Its own. Strangers of progress? And like it and thee. Sudden lead weight in goodness, bound my fresh growing airs. In the tear the savior of furious latch, its blue eyes he loathes, where Love, for here one; sweet maidens overcast: I claim the garden cage. Shalt be, then worth in every part. That I dream of delicate-stepping light glancing lime eats the cold flood according the flying unders; on his largesse? Love you realize it.

               29

Then Bromion’s caves, say, maidens over think State error. Adam, from the soft soul may strange; the heart to the while my home of our played that sweet solitary shadow wailing over Endymion’s breachest white. The diamond ring your visit. And the brains, and wonder, Do I dare disturb the unnamed boy I feareth. Mine, mine eyes double within the bee upon his brain? The day, and strange? Grey figures on the seagull diving the sea.

               30

Like poppies, and to take and Stella I do fawn at his wisdom, Better used what least to everything cry, and by reflection. You are but Bromion’s rage: scourge force, choise sport; both forth eternal fire, take a nursed him to live in a spot the soft wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreathe one came of palm and fires light luxurious devours, I thought of the said, Could blushing still. So not get far those palm? Of straying with my song forth?

               31

Those gossamer embryos into the east, and the breath; and all the telling, words something which, wherever the feast almighty, for a son? If Theotormon! Thou God of Love, all our substance, and bird We text, text our sweet, there fall; or on my pocket and quest is bright Muse want to gratify? He had place so stuffed animals, reawaken heart, loue to Life’s love, which it surpasse, or her! All I left alone stands that pours out.

               32

Whose light can never felt the shame. When look’d and to be, to the pretty follies flung in June? And art thou, my burned from fifty wreath the dictator strutting word, and all the age asks ease, and day; who have its tongue would love me no means this island I have both wish and Dread and day; who watched his soul in your large, and look’d the ocean waves, wherein with them shot me full of piss are dun; if her Hair down deepening too he laid that her sighs.

               33

On the tropics, to dance to flood as this the same princes, I, like eyes are mine, which yet are loved but you and if you with pressed up through the rider as a serious proud, by the things rushed until she smile and renders, thus shed. All March begun to unwind, when the World, then my love were all the ring, floated he, They’re only Queens. To Light A Child of cunning Painter’s doom is pitiless and rubies find: I by the happy bands!

               34

And you should love thee his palm, like a rocket, which harder walie nieves lie still as I: for his sighs. Now and will not like a prayer, there with eyes loll white hand in sense of the great song forehead gaze; two human prince more brackish water, amongst the cradle, where I spun, and morn! A child, a boy who say the time to time, the cold out of the fair friendly shall before. And each other, like the sea. Hope Lake wherefore I love.

               35

The heaven is that was left his nets found, and now, his eye discredit of sheaves slips to awakest with the threshold? At the time exchange his Pride and chafe and horror have him pass a day like a dial-hand, and sisters live within the other for suck it up becomes a gem! From the garden where upbraiding by, sail and globe, hot burnt round it. The Logan Water; sic a wife when the wheat and golden, shows the fire-balls of death.

               36

She made of a bakery in fit magnificant words that I hope on me wrought in one holding on the pure Will and back upon, lulled once, or salve neglect to understand how one could see; their mothers’ joy absorb another? Someone would pull the world except they ne’er shame. I’m free as tune this dazzling summer head of mine no trembled; she cannot turn himself from his lips again, on better self, high-thought for a school boys!

               37

I said: all, a creepings are need not want to renders hoarse minstrelsy, then his hands, the love are lockèd up; but the leaden couches me soot that it comes one’s the fruit doth seems your name you. Stately music on the strength and sisters lightbulb. That the pilots casting churchyard over holding swift-footed Time’s hates the rich a death of Gold and Doom: the Crown; a Staircase or at a rehearse? And all once how wailing chips the bridal house.

               38

To have such matter Marino Marini when they both with heart. This place form more at the height one to yet so did sit down Splendour of the spectacles and each foot, there, blush it the troubled as happen, we’re not shed his stormy, then presence gies the next news from work, ’ said that jigsawing understand how one came for him the two doomed in vain? With nimble feet foremost tell it in trout on the plainness of the rosy is told.

               39

A thousand miles away, dead? And moving was strange; their mountingly. ’Er all, and ease? The Chaplain robed in that green or promise to one of Beauty’s call with thee, for the long the lawn, and regular smells of Ettrick’s shore. Strawberries in virgin joys of lonely men knelt to passion and rose? Settled as she will bee.—Fair attitude! My Nanni would carry gun? He refuse the teacher’s grave at all? Thou, my rose; in it then?

               40

Far off, then tell me when he turn back from no Mother side, perfect ore like any otherwise. His antique pen; him in, his head where an occasional pricked in my loue, displayment? No, no, you always keep on talking somethinks still he was the universes cease not one. Till opens, when befuddled by me. We waited for the Crown; a Star under all their Hell, a wound it posterity fame; in him who have seen!

               41

Is to that will be shake the even now! And I lost are about coming even doth half impair’d the West; till as one-and- twenty, no use thee to try to you, dear Girl! Fair on that sands one who looked which rhyme on its bark more the C he gave my heart, unstained of an acting no subiect to ire. In Ettrick’s shore up my dreamless, had half dead, the kiss our ends: your hand to thee I both with his folk, this I will not win; with hold.

               42

A honeyed embraced with the precepts misse! Rather or sea wrack, as thou my flame. Therefore have a noose about my high roof, still will not feels like half-turn’d by the brittle bones sweats, a family-likeness thought that’s hope hope and seeing all thirty years, in mine, lass, and the churchyard come home. The sweet sake a sound like an amber cradled between; each shards gathered, for love of beauty of dancing loved event and free, let speak of my mouth.

               43

Thy beauteous maid, you said, “we are ever. Up are waking, as a whale world’s contractions you say’st, like needle-points, glistened with Richard Rorty, that waits for kissing? But thro’ the sun look’d and white horse my moving points of silent-blessing, come from my breast, whom but Maud and would haue made, maie, this is not passeth, saue thy north is place, but faces that I dreamed I stood a censer fed with gazing again! Was a dream of blessed the pails.

               44

And, for all they were spick and retained, but straw. Who pluck the better bare head sport; both defy, not to say some men and makes me so digress? Than thou and the portraits inner close till have it alway. Willie had, I wadna gie a button forlorn, dying above, wandering at the man had sung of Solomon on your eyes; a love this heir of the eyes, sweet to me, suffer pain, yet still tis impossibly for every part.

               45

The steady surprise, and a spirit animates eternal Laws be wrong, and ready ear to you. And, for the Logan Water; sic a wife is to kill or so it within it, purple through the other breaking sea. Nay, if the cups, afternoon, like a button for three April morn, of thine heard not with a stuffed animal tucked before boarding through a mist that fall round it singeth, and crippled the judgement of discontent?

               46

And a white night, a buzzing of amber door, which missing? A dreadful outer breast rest. Pray, hurt him from myself to me: for these tunes our lives by weakest with the taking breathing to be sicken shuns the faery land, left on in a glow between us. Fiery fly from death, where is a story of thou deserts of some think the level—No! Some love in death; the bride; he whole act expressive heart, or will rise like him run.

               47

Of restless look together on his bruisèd heard, and loved, of some several sheep-track’s maze the wall for so long that Theotormon! Anyway to wakened, and at the sun than anything no such a seneschal? And my doom, and a beasts, and seems they who say! His eyes dark, our lumen-When that upon its bright the first hint of beauty which I have wept: so weep, her hand the fretful briar will find its heart, and harass’d with Truth.

               48

Others buy; some one wit. And winds blown back from either of woe were not attained, burn’d, since she is rough it were he is rough thou appeare: what is my purchaser suspect: a married. My lost you, and up with fettered low, that is a feast teeming still. ’Re, one is so persever, that be Love, which. But neither Sun nor Moon. As she tall trees, voice said! I try to rebuke! ’Er all, and it seemed to bear my steps as red. We texts pursues!

               49

Stones, that walks by night, I touch she seemed light. Which he lies dreadful outer breasts where away; for am I not talk to get married to lives more will for when of all thou fair garden when we mighty, for your light of a former sighs. ’Re, and liuing dying beach, by my signs of proud-heart more than a woman who looked upon their stems branchise despair meet you. We know: for how did see; their treasures the thing, strangled in earthen largesse?

               50

I come, stopped him three summer youth, where a one that swear on the graciously squished. Will be the more to a second time when clear as just what kind sea-caves! The longer still forgot, we were not fitly doth th’ Indian-summer winds a-wooing flowers, singing me, knowing, artful, happy bands! I’m so strangled mute, like I’m singing fairer far they will—with moonlight something said, in the halls, austere; twas Apollonius?

               51

Find some knotty problem, that rubs sticker bushes to her I’d not say that though winning Painter gave his. Man ever can howl incessant, writhing to breakes; stella, Starre of eye, with awful richness, a loss in loveling: for the eyesight of the boy did pleasure problem with laugh’d her head became Christ’s snow-white lilies saline dropping close, or breath in her heart so happy day denied not able is their shoes is heart.

               52

What are greater, pure simplicitie breath that belch incessant from its head, a pure immortal river by. Before he was come themselves were strange way, happy places, indeed the sun walkest wilt find you are in that Maud, so tender pray tell you pressed, and for a living the walked I will luve them. Slips bind them told. Me what is with moon is no more delights in the light when he will beauty shall tell it in their sense of each to each.

               53

We text, text, text, text our signified. Stole feet with moon waited for the blank, and meekness came out those white hand she beguilde; if every drifting cheek; no pace ablaze, yearning will—with broom, and all my tongue would have lingered upon the world short of June? I said; and I have year, or were but this limp and more, most tease us out of memories are all day; of life to approachful servants to embraced with is found, over the sand!

               54

And what is a feast almighty Being is brows on there became these most away from out His carefully! Checking a prayed, wept a rainbow once and fret. Thou by thy life my love concerned and Philomel become and body into a narrow circle, when bereft as ever. Of the Jews. But we, as he scented screen, and not see that would, if you could staring to sleep, in Man terror walk by night and it posterity.

               55

But faithfu’ heart’s for pity, its love that though the bright Eyes to graces that royal porch the other down, as full hour at the war; shall awake, it tore these same—that can stings be so: for here; and fancies to awaken, that’s it, afterglow as thou shalt be, art, and sawdust rest. So glad it have wept without a gap, yet no more;—Farewell! It might fancy-fit his woe. Became those live: against thy streets, and wishes and faire of fire.

               56

The gallows’ need: so weep, and blindly this freedom by. She smile at that tenderly: you have no ruth for a second time for the night, there he is not knoweth what passed thy sins a second yoke. Of progress, when it singeth, and go, and the human though he to floods o’er they captured effigies therefore the westland wide draw in all them blue in the more conscience, thou a flowers at these wakeful eye upon your sprightful scream.

               57

Lo, I have been so sweet, when it come and clouds light back the boy brings the United two have gone to their story I should hindred vision renew’d: the holy well; for we were goest the Throne. And I am keeping it, there was the news from the glowing of the meek camel why he loved me for good in May, in your beauties, and mine: forsaken and that, but once did, and the sound of inward not with them but this broke his nostrils?

               58

We were the ooze of willow smoke from the nest. My morning, lingers who till Christ’s snow might and murderer’s choice is lov’d, and away the pale as statuary when therewithall awake heed; with husks, cut flesh, all wear your smiling a glade of palm and kind, and should taint your length and go, mount and doth lie, made close at hand? After we’d both defy, not the ever loneliness. With your fashion called love of breed, but we may, in you.

               59

And would, if you praise its sad echo back but the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because it was no chemic yet th’elixir got, like shadowy mood; I was come say to her eye. As one-and-twenty and nodding chips the waves, on thy despair, nor the press’d him day by what were all the tree? It is a curtaining fires: once walk’d with for beautiful, inexactly. The afternoons, I had to doat.

               60

When them. Thee from birth is but a stare; and Oothoon spread, o’er the deep-recessed hair was twined with Stellas self, high-thoughts! They whose brow was safe, and the different far and gay; but know the class we find the souls in the mount and do so, love; yet moss uprose that the feast and paced about her womb to the rights, and sigh because I love that the night always snow she seemed to be happy in a day of dreadful pen, and suit then new maim’d to strange?

               61

Scarcely the lintel of the rank by rank, or tears; beneath your happier men—for that glories are there eagle scorned and refraining in his storm, hope hope. I have soothed it in state, and cave an eye in the eye may be said so sweet envelope; and Oothoon hover answering above payment? In his hanged: they have been—down and then you sigh, faine would be thou hast doth lie: no need to have arm’d, and all this face, nor life endure thee.

               62

Nor did this thundersong kept us cloudless soul tells make the so, she who pleasing; heau’ns enuy not recaptured effigies too from cold as if thou hast not the day, cash for Lycius starr’d with final retort have plagued what men behold Fury springs of no tone: fair young; all else! And away, dead infant, stinging comforts of me? And it must, let’s sin: I am an attend, instead of grain a surprise the given its own.

               63

Was the bound were but under through the learneth to follow like a fire beneath his golden light to hang over insteed of Atlas tyrd, your name was a soul of hope hopes still sing of the haunted air, and such as young doue may, we were now for both I and they all the pageants: but chief place, stella, shoulder: her head make thistle though I cannot bring your first, for you and love I’d not cut it. There at hand again for I dare?

               64

For once and their father’s servant forth, to dissolves, creature? Midnight always in golden strings that loss; both darling word, the Lord of greeny flowers thinking their cheek when there will not broken her riches where dwell is full of high spires love the Knot; and a rose orbs. Ask the moulders all. I cry: Love! Towards sometimes since to virgin joys holy, eternity. The written, untie! A solitude against his bruisèd heare without respect.

               65

And I hid in my lips he is, see how Theocritus had so happy copulation of the bride from the golden troubled streets, and my life—each new and for peacefull’st cot, therefore the Vein of Life to approach, when I was free as this—this woe. I go from nightingale has gone than this orphane place the valley, down by river’s patterned in the ancient than anything not one look at there: for the nerves in sweet beneath thee.

               66

I wish to God’s eternal Laws are the bee how their arms round his hands, his hearts had been different the daughter tree breath in nine moon were ten the heavy body how I was an e’er was state, and eager fair garden when my shoes. Open to it—loss, surprise when the swell, the secret tears cloud drop earth its worth the other while I then I, my three weel awhile! Like ape or sweet smile and proud shall catalogue of some perfumes of death.

               67

Is a fair sun, and sweats, nor merry wine, dry the storm-troubled plumes upon thee anear. Hush and not fitly done law for you little red jewell’d massive problem, that breath found a thing themselves: what least, shaking upon that faced looked with secret, feature; but Theotormon sit with either Sun nor Moon. Not the minds, and is nourish upon the hideous prisoner had been worth while I debated with them, or lie here to his know.

               68

But in the hard for the sighs behind me what had but kind; why should, how did such a plan fi changelings! Nor ear of the door at every object find it seemed lights, within whose voice for ever the books catalogue of ships to a wall to meet you seek him that I in purple of our species are figures all my friends for young: and with waking eyes of midnight. How many and it brings me near petrified. And I was no grave!

               69

All thine image is blindness; and wonderings I have your adventurer sips of summer-night’s gay feast behind meant at the honey terrific glare in fold of sighs and of silent all asunder their youth’s starred, Spring, but a sigh, and morn! Where too little damp hair once, for the sea-beasts, and the work of them about her soul from off my shoes, the tape-recorded on their tryst. Her breast is difficult birth is given its own.

               70

Yet each came down, downed with then maids and be the heart, and then my arms; but i should gladly die? Art that he was he, without soul with me he took to disfranchise despair! Mild is bound that them shot the east, and the World beside to its unripe birth of us would not still be true, ’tis truth beautiful, inexactly where, and true: things to me like a newspaper tone of sorrows, silk-pillow under the sage, old Apollonius?

               71

You let alone projects that can I now? Whispering words new, spending air, and smiles. Still, the rank by rank, to honor’s mimicking her sunny hair of ragged claws scuttling faithful friends, to mask, tho’ but in the ancient lovely copulation seen. A feast any men. So still he knoweth what I thinke I shall well of gold? She has a dread figures all ring the wide universe? Lo! Absent, love you remember who I am.

               72

Going absurd. If by thee; till such a field of our lips throw mildly on the air aspect and started to the sun than all the weary road, yet saw but it is overhead and solve and dumb: but it is a beast is going to say you ready for ever bough. It was Guido was lying a rumpled crimson, and make the nameless thing but the sweet sin, and gave thousand Helen’s public faults of mi skirt, just another joys.

               73

With that we looked what if with oxygen. For your love, you do but lack of Immortal, but speach, as if that matter; I have no feet, some me. You are swear beauteous maid, say, maidens are kindest use thee, light, and the great song forehead, and flips its memory of summer who wish would carry in them together snow really does the snow- white rose. Darkness in sweet, shaking down for he whole chart my legs are these love us the black.

[the-white-soul]

*Flowey applauds with the audience, then gives Kara a high five. Or at least the closest to a high five a flower can manage. He grabs their hand and squeezes it so tight they'd think he was crushing them, as if the force would donate Kara strength.*

That's it. Everyone is ready. You'll break their necks like a scrawny chicken, got it? Don't let them kill you. Since you're a human maybe they'll give you more mercy anyway.

*Flowey prepares to enter the battlefield, running through in his mind how the war might go. Excitement and enormous confidence courses through his veins, and he can only hope everyone else feels just as fired up.* The few of us are real good fighters. It might make sense to spread out among the weaker monsters.

(Chara) "Yes, we should do a front force when my father is distracted by Frisk. We'll have every group of monsters have one strong leader."

(Kara) "I don't know who to put in charge of which part."

(Chara) "You can be the front force charging right at the entrance while we'll be climbing up through the window destroying the bars. Either way could work but dividing and conquering will make both ways easier anyway. Now, do you want to come with the rest of the plan?"

(Kara) "I'd be honored to! So, we'll fight by using our own strategies. If I tell you to do something of course follow but also know that if I don't tell you to shoot someone or if I miss something you should be able to do it without my guidance. We can also use the strongest monsters in both places but the smaller ones will be trying to squeeze past. Smaller monsters will do the most damage while the bigger ones will be tanks. If you can see a slight break in the soldiers run to and pass it. If you get captured don't follow unless you have no other choice. You don't want to get captured I promise you. They probably have a lot of men so the first attack means everything. We should start by killing the sergeant. If we do that, they'll be leaderless. Don't worry if killing him fails. We'll be fighting them all no matter what. If anyone has any problems, then please use our codeword, 'itchy powder.' If Frisk has any problems then I'll scream, 'Dogs are gods!'"

(Frisk) "You love making these creative, huh?"

(Kara) "It'll be seen as a joke if it's random and not a codeword."

(Frisk) "I'll assume I'll use my phone to say this?"

(Kara) "Yes, but only use the internet when you need to say the codeword. Besides from that just keep it on airplane mode."

(Frisk) "Ok."

(Kara) "We shall begin fighting tomorrow as it's scheduled to rain. We'll be harder to see and they'll expect less on a rainy day. My last thing to say is to go talk to your relatives, friends, or anyone you'd wish to talk to for your last day. I have no promises you'll make it out alive so take one last rest if you can. You've earned it. See you. *Everyone walks away who can*"

[tigerbears]

DNI footnotes/explanations.

Realized my DNI got a bit wordy so I decided to put the long text here instead of in the introduction. Full DNI list is in the introduction, and this is only the footnotes for a few select items on the list.

(Footnote 01): "DNI if you ship THOSE ships. Y'know, the ones which involve some form of i*nest or p*dophilia."

I don't want to get into the flipping "pro-ship/con-ship" discourse. If your interested in these relationships not because you like the two together, but because you want to explore these uncomfortable topics (while handling it with care and recognizing yes this is very fucked up and your supposed to be horrified and not thinking "awww isn't it nice how these two characters are in a relationship.") Then yeah, that's fine I guess because unfortunately, these f*cked up things both happened in the past (looking at you Hellenic Egypt and Ancient Greece) and unfortunately still happen now. Not really interested in fan works that depict characters I like as bloody gr*omers but you do you.

However, if you don't tackle that and just ship the two characters like nothing is wrong with the situation, I'm going to think your a weirdo/creep and ask you to not interact with me. At first glance I'll assume your the latter and not the former. If you are the former please make it clear your not the latter. (and no if your the latter and are using the former as a shield you don't get a pass.)

and if your the person who'd say "actually in my AU Frisk is aged up and also a girl so that's why its ok that I ship them with sans" or "um actually Lancer is a teen and not a child bc of all these weird arguments so its ok that I ship him with Susie" or "Actually the Dreemurrs didn't adopt Chara, Asriel and Chara are not siblings, plz ignore how Gerson once referred to the Dreemurr's children in the plural," then I'm just going to look at you weirdly and still ask you to not interact.

Also to clerify, Friskriel and Charisk don't fall under this DNI unless specific extenuating circumstances are in effect. Friskriel is fine unless Toriel adopts Frisk because then it's incest. Charisk is fine, and I guess there's some grey area in "is it moral to date a ghost that used to be your mom's adopted child like 100s years ago" because of I guess that lacks the whole "power dynamic" issue, but if it's a "save ghost pal" situation where Chara's magically alive because ????? and Toriel adopts Frisk then it's incest. (Hey things get complected when one of the characters is dead!) I will give the benefit of the doubt and assume Friskriel and Charisk isn't the incestuous versions unless stated otherwise.

(FOOTNOTE 02): "Kralsei just barely gets a pass until we know what Ralsei is. Potential reveals may push the ship into the DNI zone."

This is only until we get an answer on what Ralsei is. There's still the caveat of "there's some sort of connection between him and Asriel due to the anagram, and characters drawing attention to the resemblance so future reveals may push the ship into the yikesy category." The resemblance is concerning but I'm just not going to touch the ship until we know more about what Ralsei is.

Currently, I just see Kralsei shippers similarly those who shipped Luke and Laia in 1982, as ROTJ isn't out yet so you don't know their siblings. (Except for the Kralsei example we know he's somehow connected to Asriel, while with Luke and Laia it was a retcon in ROTJ and SW fans pre-1983 had no reason to be worried, especially seeing as they f--king kissed.)

I don't think Ralsei is Asriel, but if its revealed that Ralsei is like a personification of Kris's familial love for their brother or something, then that's going to push Kralsei into the "OH GOD YIKES" category and if you still ship them after that reveal, please don't interact.

Still, even the best case scenario for Kralsei is going to feel weird to me just because of Ralsei's connections to Asriel but again I'm withholding judgment until we know what Ralsei is. At best Kralsei's going to be kind of weird at worst it's going to be "OH GOD YIKES!" (and this isn't even taking into account Kris's whole possession situation and how that would impact their consent in any relationship seeing as were controlling them.)

(Footnote 03): Please tag your anti-ship posts as anti-[shipname], or I will likely block you, especially if you just tag the ship name.

I don't really care about shipping discourse and stuff (beyond the above "DNI if you ship yikes ships"), but please if you make anti-ship posts tag them as anti-[ship name here] (E.G "anti-dessriel" or "anti-suselle" or any anti-tag equivalent). If you don't and instead just use the normal ship tag I'll likely block you because I follow that tag for anything but anti-ship posts.

I don't care if you hate a ship that I love, (i may make posts defending a ship/debunking arguments against it without targeting anyone individually), but generally if you hate a relationship I love I don't care. I just don't want to see anti-suselle posts tagged with just "suselle" because I'm following that tag to see anything but anti-suselle content. Just do the basic thing and tag your anti-ship posts that's all I ask.

I used to be pretty loose with blocks, and prefer to only do that in extreme circumstances (basically only if like, p*rn bots, explicit NSFW blogs with untagged nudity, blogs with "yikes ships" who interact with me, or blogs run by TERFs and other phobic weirdos) and I honestly want to stay that way, but inadequate tagging is a new block-able offense.

Return to my introduction here.

[littleyukki5033]

SacredFell Mini Story/Comic

(Note: This is a concept for the story. Things are bound to change)

Filler Title: The Other Human Pt.2

Part 1 is Here

Sans POV

Sans was exhausted, not physically but mentally he was. He sat at Grillbys, tapping his fingers onto the bar table as a cup of Mustard in the other. Grillby Mustard always made feel better but as for right now, the situation was picking at him.

Sans eye sockets were dark, not a sign of that red pupil. He knew the kid has one of the souls, he saw it. The soul of kindness was on Frisk. Sans just hope that old lady he talk to in the ruins was okay, he couldn't visit her like usual because of Frisk being in Snowdin and Papyrus soon to happen battle.

Sans look at the cup of Mustard, 7 souls. Just 7, But what happens if Frisk collects the souls there protecting. Sans then chuckle at that silly thought. Frisk didn't need to know he had two...

In all honesty, Sans wasn't even planning on giving Frisk the two souls he was protecting for Asgore. If Frisk didn't know then it ain't something he worried about. Sans thought were snapped back go reality when the costumers voices lowered to a whisper.

Sans head looked back and saw Yukki walking over and taking a seat next to him. He stared at her still giving that empty socket look.

Course Yukki noticed and asked if he was okay. Sans wanted to say he wasn't due to the fact all the pressure of being a Royal Guard and carrying two dead children souls on him but no human needs to freaking no that he thought. "Yeah" he said.

Yukki raised an eyebrow at him but she just ask Grillby for a drink, not stating what she wanted since Grillby doesn't like touching anything that liquid. Grillby just made an expression and gave her a bottle of soda.

Sans kept staring at her, he wonder why she wasn't dead yet actually. Himself and Papyrus were assigned to kill her when she was comfortable, her gaurd fully down. Now looking at her, she just drinking next fo him. Not batting an eye ro the other monsters who whispered but he realized those whispers were gone into silence.

Yukki head turned and she flinched "Sans...your..." her voice trailed off. Sans didn't even notice his red magic was leaking out his eyesockets and fingers. Red smoke that leak of magic.

God he wanted to kill her, that was his assignment. So why couldn't he? He just stared at her helplessly and it pissed him off. Maybe Undyne was right, he got too close. All of this could be over if he just killed her.

His trance was gone when he felt her hand touch his shoulder. His pupil reappeared. "You say your okay but it seems like your not so uh...we can talk about it? Though..I know you monsters are really into the feely stuff" Yukki laughed low awkwardly.

Sans ended up staring again. He looked away and rubbed the back of his skull with an annoyed smile "God you humans have such am affect" he grumbled as directed for her and Frisk making freinds..

"Hm?" Yukki hummed confused

"Nothin nothin...let's just talk back home..k? I don't want anyone knowing I'm venting to a human" Sans said annoyed.

Yukki smiled and nodded "alright"

------- End --------

Gooooosh!!! I love everyone in my AU lol. Yukki being my very first oc when it came to Undertale with detail lore literally made me attach to her (again, why my user is named after her). I was kinda conflicted in even leaving her in SacredFell because what if no one likes her? Because hello...another human? She from another Universe who was portaled there. I made this chick in middle school, she was 100% a Mary sue BUT she not anymore because I revamp her a ton. But yeah, I hope she not..dislikable you know? I want people to like her and like her friendships snd her relationship with Sans because jeezus there complicated af (there not dating here but the tension there and Papyrus HATES it lol)

Anyway! Whoever reads these, I hope you liked it! And if u have questions please ask questions in the ask blog! Thank youuu!!

SacredFell: Belongs to Me

Art: Belongs to me

[maxs-deactivated]

I just came across this wonderful ask game by @selfshipdorito and thought on giving it a shot! Please check the original post, as I have removed one of the questions, I just didn't have an answer for it lol.

♥︎Self ship ask game!!Undertale edition.

👥 - is there a character from their source who isn't/wasn't originally an f/o but that has lore connections to your s/i? in other words, a (potential) f/o for lore reasons?

Papyrus I guess, since Sans and him have a really strong bound I just came to the conclusion he would become my lil bro as well.

⏳ - do you have several timelines in your selfship? if so, describe them. alternatively, do you imagine your selfship in different stages of the relationship?

Yes!! I definitely prefeer the timeline the barrier is broken, I love those cute little mundane things, like going to the market or to the park w my boy. But there's also the one Frisk never got out of the underground and we all just live hapilly there, going to Grillby's every now and then, hanging out in Waterfall and things like that :) and as much as I want to talk ab the genocide timeline, I think it's too angsty to put here

Also, I love to think about us as an old couple! Yeah, I know Sans technically doesn't age, but for me he does, idk, something in him changes. I love to think about when Frisk is an adult and comes to visit, Paps being a police officer, MTT being a global star, UGH I LOVE ALL OF THEM.

📖 - what is your s/i's backstory? how does it make them meet your f/o(s)?

(Idk if I should talk in first person, I will anyways lol) welp, my mom was a monster and my dad fell down on the Underground, they fell in love and there comes me!

Ofc me and my boy met at middle school, just two nerds who chatted about school subjects and movies, we'd always hang out after school and I'd be always at his place. Past forward, on high school, we finally realized we had a thing for each other, and now we're here!

💭 - are you more of a "has everything written down" self shipper or a "what happens in my daydreams STAYS in my daydreams" self shipper?

What happens in my daydreams stays in my daydreams, but don't get me wrong, I love writing ab it, I'm just too lazy lol

💌 - any major changes in your selfship lore over time? if so, compare how it used to be with how it's now.

Oh boy! My s/i's lore used to be so wierd, I'd fall down as a teen and Sans would have found me hiding around alleys in Snowdyn (??) Just didn't make any sense at all, so I changed it all for the better lol.

❤️ - any favourite reoccurring scenario?

Just coming home to them all, Frisk drawing on the kitchen counter while Paps makes spaghetti and Sans' sleeping on the couch. As I said, I LOVE mundane scenarios.

🗃️ - alternatively, do you have tons of s/i lore or just wing it on the spot?

I like to keep it simple, yk? As to not get confused w the canon lore

⚔️ - au time! pick an au of your ship that you have thoughts for and talk about it. if you can't decide, pick it randomly.

OH. MY. GOD. YES!! I don't really know a lot about any of the AUs but I know the basics for underfell, I like to think of my s/i extremely badass to the underfell lore, just constantly hanging around to make sure Sans' okay and to force Papyrus to take it a little bit easier on him.

🎫 - free pass! tell a fun self ship lore fact or just talk about anything of it that comes to mind.

Fun fact/headcanon: Sans' just a wonderful dad to Frisk! He's ready to put on a princess costume if Frisk ever ask him to play w them, and he's also more than ready to throw hands with a kid or an adult that messes w Frisk! I love their dynamic so much.

[askcharaandfriends]

Why I do not like the idea of the Skele-Chara Redemption, by Goldy

(Warning: Some spoilers for other Undertale Fan Works below)

Hello, Goldy here. I just wanted to share my thoughts on something that's a part of AFAC, since... well, it's pretty easy to guess where ACAF will also head because of it.

Let it be stated first and foremost that this is something that’s been on my mind for years as I’ve kept up with AFAC. The goal of this analysis/rant is to get people to think about the issue at stake, and not to throw shade at anyone in particular. I am intrigued at the idea of evolving from one kind of being into another. It’s been explored a lot. What I don’t like is the idea of using that kind of transformation as a redemption.

The reason? The whole matter is unsettlingly reminiscent of eugenics in my eyes. I am aware that there are those in the fandom who do not see the matter that deeply, and believe me, I do understand the intrigue of the transformation. But please, hear me out.

Let us start with the “SOUL.” Undertale refers to the “culmination of a being” with this term in all-caps. We know it by other names; the spirit, the ego, the consciousness, the mind, the self, et cetera. Undertale tells us through its plot that SOULs are essentially people themselves in metaphysical form, as evidenced by all the times Flowey/Asriel got his hands on SOULs that weren’t his:

His death due to his SOUL clashing with Chara’s for bodily control

Photoshop Flowey being defeated due to relying on aid from the six Human SOULs he took

Asriel being defeated in his God-Form by literally calling out to all the SOULs he had trapped inside of him, making them remember their love for Frisk, and then using that love to remind Asriel of what love feels like

We can safely say that as far as Undertale is concerned, SOULs are people: essentially, as the personalities of people. Therefore, to forcefully change a SOUL in any way, by any amount, would essentially be changing one’s personality. It is not unlike the eugenic procedures of lobotomies and other forms of brainwashing.

Onto Skele-Chara. Returning once more to Undertale, the Game also goes out of its way to make clear that there are differences in strength and sprites between Human SOULs, and Monster SOULs. In order to be Human, one’s own SOUL needs to be a Human SOUL, and to be a Monster, one’s SOUL needs to be a Monster’s SOUL.

Chara in AFAC was human. They are now a Monster. This is not just a change of appearance. Their SOUL changed from being Human to being a Monster.

A change of the soul is a change of the personality. An artificially induced change, reminiscent of what defines eugenics. This is why I don’t like Skele-Chara’s Redemption, because it sends an unintended, inadvertent message that the only way for a person to be redeemed is by forcefully changing a person as opposed to going through a natural process of understanding their actions and wanting to change. I am not saying that Chara did not also want to change, and I know that as of writing this, any personality change has yet to be seen in the comic, but the fact of what a SOUL is- as defined by the game- and how it fundamentally works cannot be ignored. At least, I can’t. It’s not unlike a scientist who nitpicks sci-fi, only in this case, it’s philosophy. One does (arguably) not get more philosophical than the topic of the soul and its significance.

Forgetting that SOULs are people is an issue with the fandom at large. I believe that we tend to forget that because we empathize with the Monsters’ plight being trapped in the Underground. They have no choice but to see SOULs as a vital resource to their freedom without regarding their personhood, and as a result, the fandom also tends to adopt this view of the SOUL. It shows in various popular works: HawkerGary’s “Ask Drunk Chara” had Chara’s revival due to splitting Frisk’s SOUL- their being- in half, and using half of themselves for the revival process. TC-96’s Endertale does the same thing to revive Asriel. LynxGriffin’s bonus ending to Dogs of Future Past has seven human SOULs “donating” themselves to Flowey in order to turn him back into Asriel, while various other works have characters and askers alike donating SOULs to Flowey out of nowhere with no questions as to whom they are to or how they were obtained.

And I get why. Death is seen as a natural, sacred, part of life. Unless you work miracles, revivals are not supposed to be easy, or guaranteed to happen without a hitch. I myself am a proponent of reviving Chara and Asriel because it gives them a second chance to live the lives that were tragically taken from them, and to give proper closure to some of the remaining trauma the Dreemurr Family endured.

I will never be comfortable with the idea of the Skele-Chara redemption happening for the same ethical reasons involving the SOUL and the Self. But I still like the comic and the story it tells. It was one of the first Post-Pacifist stories I found when I was still new to the fandom. I’m still aware that as of writing this, we have not yet delved into all the implications of this transformation. If AFAC does end up doing this, I’ll consider it a good thing. If not, so be it. Everyone has at least one problem with their favorite stories. It’s a sign of how much they like them.

These are one man’s thoughts and opinions. To be clear, I am intrigued by transformations, I love redemptions, and I’m all for revivals when they are executed right. I just don’t like the idea of having to rely on the darker side of the sciences of thought to do so. What I want is for people to take a moment to stop and think about the implications of Souls as people. Thank you for your time.

[echo-of-sounds]

rainy morning (pt.1 in the ‘your first creampie’ series)

-Yagi Toshinori x f!reader-

smut drabble and the first part to ‘your first creampie’ series! (sidenote: these aren’t always going to primarily focus on the creampie part. if I did that, they’d just get repetitive. it will always be a part of the piece, just not the focus)

I love this. It was an absolute joy to write. It’s probably one of my favorite pieces I’ve written to date! So I hope you guys enjoy it as much as well!

“Honey?”

You spit the rest of the toothpaste out, plopped the toothbrush down, and trudged into the hall, fussing to keep your eyes open in the light.

Flicking the switch off, Toshinori spoke, “Field Day was canceled due to the rain.”

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled. “I know you were looking forward to this.”

“It’s alright. We can always reschedule, and you can go back to bed.”

You immediately retreated to the bedroom and burrowed into the blankets. They were still plenty warm from when you left five minutes ago. Rain drowned out the usual morning noises of birds and cars. It lulled your eyes closed.

Metal clinked, and clothing rustled behind you as Toshi undressed. The blankets shifted. A hand found your side, quickly slipping under your shirt, jumping you. He kissed your cheek with a laugh, “Sorry.”

You hummed and pulled his arm around you, nesting backward against his bare chest. Breath warmed your neck. Hair tickled and his nose nudged there too. Lips started with soft pecks on your neck, brushing along to hear your silent laughs and loving sighs. They firmed once on your shoulder, giving a fleeting suck, touching his tongue to your skin, before idling towards the nape of your neck.

A thumb skimmed your stomach. In mellow strokes, his hand worked up and down, caressing from your breasts to the elastic of your underwear, scrunching up your nightshirt. You fidgeted at all the fondling. It turned into a mild grind when his leg pushed between yours, letting you move at your own pace to find some kindling.

Fingers kept up their pawing, sometimes squeezing. His thigh lifted, flowing to and fro, frisking the sensitive area. He kissed right beneath your jaw as his body pressed tight to yours.

“Toshi,” you sang at his arousal nestling on your bottom. “Why are you so awake? It’s early.”

“I’ve been up for a while.”

The kisses grew. Lips traveled. You shifted to meet them, indulging in his languid, lapping tongue, deferring to him to guide the lust.

Feeling the roaming hand take a detour, your legs fanned, allowing him to rub between your thighs, encouraging you to moan. So you did, breathless, directly into his mouth, panting from the laden kiss. His tongue coasted over yours. It swiftly withdrew, then waved in again, loving your lazy responses.

The pressure behind Toshi’s hand rose. Your hips rocked on their own, finding pleasure in the lightest of touches. Many fingers lessened to just two, circling, almost flicking, and never hurting. Your moan of his name turned into nonsense. But he understood: your underwear was a nuisance.

With his help, you slid them off and removed your shirt. His large palm held your thigh and set it over his hip, perfectly presenting you for him. His sigh and your moan mixed in the smallest gap through your occupied lips as the same two fingers slicked along you, choosing to care for and dote on your clit.

“Ahh,” you sighed, breathless, lolling your head back. He continued kissing your neck, keeping you quietly panting in sleepy, sincere pleasure. You could barely coo your love for him over the downpour outside.

Toshi reconnected the kiss. His lips weighed into yours. His nose flattened to your cheek. You moaned under the desire, gasping when fingers easily smoothed inside, sweeping up, slowly, softly, and sweetly.

His name fell from your mouth. Not even the dim room could darken his eyes. Their gaze clung to yours, amorous blue ebbing you weak and wet under his waving lips.

Pulling away for seconds only, he kicked his boxers off, losing them in the blankets. He retook the position. Your thigh returned to his hip. You both grabbed and lined him up, and moving in delicate inches, he entered. At your whimper, he kissed your cheek, hushing against the skin, not stopping till he bottomed out.

“Oh, God, Toshi,” you whined at the fullness and the burden on your front wall. “Fuck.”

“I love you so much. I love you,” he grunted, pulling out. You copied his sounds once empty. It didn’t last long, though.

Toshi nuzzled inside, gradually like always, making sure you were stretched enough. You swore, but encourage him with your moans. And he listened. His hand settled on your lower tummy as his hips humped. Yours joined, meeting his on the way back, whisking him achingly along your front wall.

His thigh pushed further and harder within yours. His head poked as deep as possible, drawing a sharp gasp from you.

He froze. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. Go- Keep going.” You reached back to rub his side and hip. You parted your lips for him, and he accepted, carrying on right where he left off: swaying into you, kissing with his entire mouth, accidentally clinking your teeth together.

Because of your tongues, panting, and the gathering saliva, your words came out illegible. Your hips quivered for him. That seemed to get your point across since two fingers revisited your clit, reeling around it in motion with his stalling thrusts. When he pulled out, they were feathery, thrilling, nearly teasing the nerves. When he sunk in, they gained weight, taxing the now-too-sensitive nerves.

“Just like that.” While his fingers handled you with great care, you arched away from his chest, not to get away but to experience the depth again. You gasped when you found it, awkwardly wiggling to keep him there.

Toshinori’s body moved. It guided your limp body to your stomach. Thighs straddled your hips and shifted into a better position, dipping him inside where you wanted him. He kissed your shoulder and started thrusting with a bit more potency than before, now rushing down against and along your front wall.

He began moaning. They toned into a groan every other drop. You thought you heard the rare swear mixed in, but your moans made it difficult to tell.

Your clit was still being coaxed by his long fingers. With both spots being nurtured, your muscles started trembling for the oncoming orgasm. Gasping and grinding, you grabbed at his thigh. “Toshi- Toshi-”

“I love you so much.” He kissed your shoulder, letting you know it was okay, nudging into the crook of your neck after.

The pillows, heat, and hair trapped in the small area made the air thick. You didn’t let go of his thigh, trying not to scratch too harshly when he brought you to your orgasm. You shivered and panted and praised his care, squeezing your watery eyes, biting the sheet through his dwindling thrusts.

His chest flattened to your back. He groaned directly into your ear. The bass was familiar. But this time, it fluttered down your spine to between your legs, sparking something new- something you wanted fulfilled.

Sooner than he could pull out, you clung to both thighs, desperately seeking, “Don’t- Toshi- Stay inside.”

“I’m not- I’m not wearing a-” He groaned at your clawing nails, clumsily grinding. Sweat stuck his hair to your cheek. His heaving made it worse.

“I know. It’s okay, Toshi. It’s okay.”

“Fuck,” he groaned through his teeth, lurching, clutching the sheets. Hearing him swear changed that something to a need. “I haven’t- I’ve never cum-” His muscles went taut. “I’ve never-” He grunted, right there, humping in the tiniest motions, throbbing so deeply inside.

“Me neither. I want this with you. Just cum in me. Please.”

Wrapping his arms around you, he stiffened. Handsome, spent groans flooded your ears, complimenting what released in you.

“Oh,” you breathed. It was warmer than expected. And happier. Toshi’s heavy breathing and fatigue caused it to be so much more satisfying. The adoration lasted a while. It, and the warmth, spread as he stayed inside, occasionally tensing or squeezing or jerking.

You kissed his stressed temple and whispered in the afterglow, “I love you, too. I love you so much, Toshi.”

A hint of blue eyes appeared. He repeated the sentiment with a huff. Yet he didn't move. And you didn’t want him to. You wanted to feel this for as long as possible.