#man I love flowey

[beryllineart]

Rambling about Asriel/Flowey

Lots of headcanon stuff and personal interpretation here, but I think Asriel enjoyed acting. You know, before he died. And I bet he was good at it!

This is a looooooong post, and I uh... don't explain my reasoning as well as I could because I kept going off on tangents, but uhhh, it might be interesting? I don't know, this all came from me trying to decide whether Asriel or Flowey would be more of a dice goblin (it's a D&D thing). Anyways, you have been warned....

Let's start with the first and most obvious reason. Flowey's ability to mimic others. He can imitate voices really impressively, and he does this in the game, imitating Toriel's voice with an echo flower. He also calls you using a voice you've "never heard before" in the elevator. This voice is the same as Asriel's adult voice, not his child one, which is interesting to me. He thinks you're Chara, why the heck would.... wait, look at Tape 4. "I... I don't like this idea, <Name>. // Wh.. what? N-no, I'm not... //... big kids don't cry." Maybe Asriel/Flowey is using his older voice to show Chara that he's not that little kid anymore, that little kid who was too cowardly to go through with the plan of killing the humans. He looks up to Chara and so this is his way of telling them that he's grown up? I don't know, I may be reading too much into things.

Talk about a rabbit hole... I just wanted to talk about Asriel/Flowey's acting skills. Anyways, Flowey is really good at pretending. He's done hundreds of resets, befriended people and killed them hundreds of times, and yet no one really seems to notice. I may be giving him too much credit since he can reset and all, but come on, it must be really hard to pretend you're meeting someone for the first time when you know every detail about their lives.

That's not a good argument. I've got a better one. Flowey doesn't freak out when you take away his ability to reset. Instead, he does his best to shift the unease to you, taunting you about Toriel's death (if you killed her), taunting you about the other human's deaths, and always stating the "kill or be killed" phrase. He does his best to make you feel uncomfortable about the choice you made, whatever it was.

"You'll die and you'll die and you'll die." "Somebody is dead because of you." "You kind of remind me of myself." "I know what you did." "Enjoy that power while you can." All of these pieces of dialogue from after Toriel's fight are an attempt to make you not want this ability to reset, because Flowey wants it back. And he acts so nonchalant about it too, like come on. He was a god, and suddenly he's mortal again and not in control for the first time in a long time. There is no way he is not furious over losing the ability to save and reset. And later in the game, he makes that clear. But right now, he's hiding any fear or anger he has and making you unsteady on your feet with his acting skills. He's taking control of an unexpected situation (much like a good actor might, improvising when different outcomes than expected are thrown their way.) He's cautious, because you're the one person in the Underground who a. he doesn't know and b. has the ability to reset. And yet he still gives these awesome speeches perfectly designed to make you uneasy because he's a drama queen who can't help himself.

He's bluffing with no cards (aka no real advantage) and you need to be a good actor to bluff successfully.

Okay, so Flowey's good at acting. He's had lots of time and lots of resets to practice. But I think his acting ability actually comes from Asriel, and this is where I get into major headcanon territory because I only have the tapes to go off of and my own wishes for Asriel and Chara's sibling relationship.

...

Imagine this. You're Asriel, and you just helped your sibling poison themself. Buttercups nearly killed your father, a big, strong boss monster. And now they are killing your closest friend in the world. They smile at you and say it's not that bad, but you know that they must be in pain, so much pain that the smile leaves their lips as soon as it arrives. But you smile back, pretending that you're fooled by their weak reassurance. And you stay there, pretending that you're not worried, that this is all just part of the plan, until they let out their last breath.

Only then does the mask break, the mask you've been wearing ever since you agreed to this stupid, stupid plan. You hid your doubts and you hid your tears because this was Chara's plan, and they only wanted what was best for everyone. They were going to free everyone. But now, with no one around, you whisper in a shaky voice, "I don't like this plan anymore." The truth is, you never did. But you never told them that because of that look in their eyes, that look that told them they'd come up with another idea, with or without you. And if there's one thing you know, it's that the two of you need to be together.

As you stand up and take the soul, you force yourself not to cry. If anyone alive were in this room, they would think you didn't care that your friend, your sibling, is now dead, but you care so much that it hurts. But big kids don't cry. Big kids aren't cowards. You know you aren't a big kid, not really, but you have to act like you are. You have to pretend you still believe in the plan that you never believed in anyway. You have to, otherwise...

You might not be able to go through with it.

...

Hey, maybe the reason Asriel idolized Chara so much was because Asgore kept saying Chara was "the future of humans and monsters." That same thing could have given Chara a savior complex where they thought they had to sacrifice themself for the good of everyone, because honestly, how can a child save humans and monsters? They felt responsible for something that was completely out of their hands and roped Asriel into it because he trusted them (or at least acted like/ convinced himself he did) and I realize Asgore's not the sole reason for either of those things, but come on, talk about putting a kid under pressure! I might have heard this from someone else but I don't know who...

Okay, so part of the "Asriel is good at acting" stuff comes from comic ideas I had of Asriel making Chara laugh with little skits and impressions after they fell into the Underground and were frightened and confused. I didn't really do a good job of explaining how any of this necessarily makes either Asriel or Flowey an actor. At the very least, I think I've shown that both Asriel and Flowey are able to mask their true feelings, fool others into believing certain things, and pretend to be something they're not. And that sounds like acting to me, but honestly, that's my opinion, and I don't know much about these things so whatever you want to think is fine.

Oh, oh, I just thought of this. During the Asriel boss fight, he gets increasingly desperate to keep you and breaks his character as the god of hyperdeath, in control and all powerful, to his real self, a scared little kid who just doesn't want to be left alone again. He tells you to just let him win because he truly has no power, and he knows that. He did a pretty good job of acting like he did have power though, not gonna lie... Same sort of thing Flowey did in the beginning of the game after you beat Toriel. I love when things go full circle like that.

And now I'm really done. I promise.

[sunsestart]

I have no computer rn so how do you guys feel about traditional art? Here's Chara my little angel

Also some little Asriel and Flowey

[premamelody]

choo choo

another one i liked

[iluskonai]

wtf undertale old man yaoi🙏🙏🙏

[luifaro]

rambling about something that probably means nothing

so yeah replayed undertale yellow a bit and someone that really interests me in terms of clover and flowey's dynamic is how no matter how much you annoy flowey by making him save the game for you, he won't stop you. sure, he'll tell you you're wasting time, you're risking frostbite, that you need to get a move on, but not once does he actually stop you. you can confuse him by going back and saving your game somewhere else, but he'll still let you.

why was this something i felt a need to post about? how does this interest me? well i love it because of the general ambiguity of why he might be letting clover just keep saving their game whenever they ask. sure, it could just be so they become dependent on him to feel safe, but it really seems to genuinely annoy him most of the time with how he rushes you. i'd expect him to... stop saving my game to emphasize that he's not gonna just let you sit around and waste valuable time, but he just lets you. i'm probably overthinking it, who knows, maybe this is for the player's convenience. after all, it'd be really annoying gameplay wise if flowey just refused to save your game. but i like to think it's deeper than that. perhaps this could be flowey attempting to reassure them in his own weird flowey way. they shouldn't NEED NEED him to feel safe, so they oughta get a move on. stop risking frostbite and do something.

[smol-bean-boi13]

Undertale posting lesgoooooo

They're making fun of your shoes 🤭

Main masterpost

[technicolorxsn]

"I trust you. what else would a friend do after all?" GOD he's so passive aggressive I can't wait to beat his ass at the end of this run

[pastelaspirations]

YEEE, I FREAKING LOVE, MAAN. I don't see content with Ink and Flowey much at a l l, but I think Ink would 100% try to befriend him. And Flowey will be his grumpy, awful self of course, but he's really just a kid, so he'll end up tolerating him eventually-

Some dynamics I thought up: Ink, looking over to see what Flowey is drawing: Oooh! What are you drawing? It looks like... uh... Trails off because it's just. It has to be censored because of the grotesque gore Flowey, turning and using one of his signature creepy faces: Don't you like it? You said the best things to draw were the things that made me happy. :) Ink, nervously sweating and laughing at this point: U-uh! Yeah, w-whatever makes you happy, lil guy! That's uh. Great. I see all... the detail... Other dynamic: Flowey: Why are you like this? Ink: Like what?? Flowey: You know. Stupid. Complete moron. With a maximum of a brain cell and a half. Ink: ...Well, first off, that was rude-

au where ink starts to visit flowey after the pacifist run because !!!!! i say so

based on this

ink by comyet

[yrlocalghost]

man i love flowey so much, i don’t think i ever realized just how funny he is when i was a teenager. i love that he save scums. i love that he gets mad when you interrupt his monologue. i love that he talks like an anime villain because he thinks frisk is chara and is playing the world’s longest game of edgy oc playground roleplaying. he has the strongest cain instinct i have ever seen. he projects like crazy. he is an incredibly sore loser. i love him

[auroralwriting]

hii!! this is so random but i just read ur spencer reid x genius! reader fic and i was wondering if u could like expand on it?? or like maybe the team finding out that they went on a date and everyone is like oh gosh finally?? thank u and i love ur writing :P

wedding bells

spencer reid x genius!bau!reader

part two to the gun, can be read as a standalone

spencer and you were enemies, now, you’re just into each other. what happens when you show up to jj's wedding as each other's dates?

word count: 1.6k

warnings: the most insane amount of tooth rotting fluff (you're welcome)

thank you for this request! i decided to expand even more and connect it back to the actual episode i wrote about, 7x24 :)

It had been about two weeks since you’d gotten out of the hospital from your last case; the bank robbery. You managed to get out with a couple of stitches and bruises. You were lucky to be alive.

The one good thing that came from the whole ordeal was the fact that you and Spencer, who was your previous academic-agent enemy, had turned into somewhat of your lover.

It started with trivia night at O’Keefe’s. The two of you decided to just pair rather than join a large team, and you kicked ass. You allowed Spencer to handle more of the academic side of trivia while you took pop culture. Quite literally, you were the only team with points.

That date went so well, that you ended up going out to dinner at the new Chinese place by Spencer’s apartment. That one went great too, and a third came along, a simple date that included Spencer taking you to an art museum.

You actually got to know Spencer, and he got to know you. Sure, you’d been team mates for years, but with suck a strong rivalry, you never got to know the man. You were both eerily alike, and things were going great. There had been no cases, Strauss gave your team a break after JJ’s boyfriend had almost died, along with you.

Spencer and you were at his place watching Doctor Who when you got a phone call. You picked it up, “Hey, Rossi.” The tv was paused and Spencer was looking at you expectantly. “Mhm.. mh- Oh my god! Oh, Rossi. That’s such a good idea. Yes, I’ll be there. I’m, uh, actually with Spencer, so I’ll pass on the message.” Spencer raised an eyebrow at you as you hung up. "Okay, don't freak out, but JJ and Will are engaged."

"What!" Spencer exclaimed with a bright smile. "Oh my god!"

"And Rossi and Will are planning for the wedding to be this Friday," You continued. "JJ doesn't know yet, so we have to keep it a secret."

"Speaking of secrets," Spencer coyly began, "Does Rossi know about, well, us?"

You chuckled, "I didn't tell him, but he knows we've been together more. Significantly more,"

"I've been thinking," Spencer said. "What if we don't keep this a secret anymore."

The only reason it was a secret in the first place was because the team would freak out if they knew you were going out. "I don't think now's the best time to tell them. We don't want to steal JJ's thunder." you frowned.

"No, no!" Spencer quickly shook his head. He grabbed both your hands, rubbing them with his thumbs. "Do you want to be my date to their wedding?"

Your heart raced at his words, and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. "Yeah, Spence. I'd love to be your date." You smiled brightly.

The wedding was only three days away, and you were quick to go out with Penelope to buy a dress. You wanted something elegant that wouldn't take away from JJ, so you decided on a flowey, burgundy-maroon dress. It was formal, but nothing too glamorous. The whole time, Penelope kept rambling about how since she and Kevin were no more, the two of you could be girl-dates. You casually agreed, not wanting to give up Spencer and your cover yet.

You'd asked Spencer if he wanted to see your outfit on Thursday, but he wanted it to be a surprise. So, with Pen, you both did each other's hair, makeup, and got ready. You arrived together at the Rossi mansion to make everything less conspicuous.

"Oh my god!" Penelope whisper yelled. "Kevin has a date--a date!" She grabbed you and dragged you to Emily and Morgan in a panic. "He brought a date, and I didn't bring a boy date, oh my god I look like an idiot!"

"Pen, you don't look like an idiot." You rubbed her arm softly. "He's the real idiot for moving on so damn fast."

Emily nodded, "And you look so gorgeous, I bet he can't help but think about you. Play it cool."

Penelope took a large sip of her drink. "I'm- I'm gonna go, go somewhere, uh, somewhere he's not."

"Hi, Penelope!" Beth, Hotch's new girlfriend, said cheerfully as she walked up.

"Hey, hi," Penelope quickly walked off.

Beth gave a soft laugh, "Hello everybody."

You smiled and pulled her into a hug, "Ex problems, don't mind her. Hi Beth, and hi Hotch. You both look great."

"Says you! You look absolutely stunning! That is so your color." Beth smiled as she took your hand to spin you around lightly.

The three of you said hello to Jack as well. As the group began to disperse, you quickly spotted Rossi. You made your way over to him, a smile on his face. Rossi was like a father to you. Growing up under his help and guidance, he was more than just a mentor. "Oh, honey. Look at you, you look so grown up."

"Dave, I've been grown up for a lot of years now." You laughed as he kissed your cheek. "Have you seen Spencer by chance?"

"Not yet," Rossi replied. He raised an eyebrow at you, studying your face. "You two are together, aren't you?"

A look of panic crossed your features. "Shh!" You quickly hushed, looking around to see if anyone noticed. When they didn't you turned back to him. "We've been going out on dates, hanging out. That sort of thing. We aren't.. boyfriend-girlfriend."

"I'm happy for you two," Rossi smiled. "You two make a good pair, especially now that you aren't planning each other's murders."

"Who was murdered?"

You turned around to see Spencer standing behind you. His eyes went wide when he saw you. The way you turned, bright eyed and graceful, it made his heart leap in his chest, especially when you looked so ethereal.

Spencer breathed your name softly, looking to Rossi. You gave a small nod, letting him know that Rossi knew. He walked over, giving you a small hug to secretly press a kiss into your hair. The two of you hadn't really kissed yet, but you knew it would happen soon.

"You're an angel," Spencer softly spoke, caressing your cheek as you smiled.

"You look amazing, too." You replied.

Rossi and Spencer gave each other a quick hello before he excused himself to go reveal to JJ that this was her wedding night. It only took a few minutes and JJ ran up to you. You hugged her before she could say anything.

"You knew?" Her voice cracked, but you knew it was from joy.

"We all did," You smiled. "Hey, while you and Will get ready, let Spence watch over Henry."

JJ's eyebrows furrowed as she watched Spencer nod quickly, giving your shoulder a squeeze with the sweetest smile she'd ever seen him give someone. "Uh-"

"Don't worry about it," You shook your head. "This is your night." When you saw JJ was about to ask again, you filled her in. "Going out on dates, not dating."

She just smiled, holding up her dress. "This is it. I wanted to ask you, actually, if you wanted to be my maid of honor? Help me get ready?"

Your eyes filled with tears, "Oh, Jayge. It would be my absolute honor." You hugged her again tightly, leading her upstairs with her mom.

It didn't take long until the ceremony began. You were already at the end of the isle, watching Spencer do a magic trick with the ring with Henry. You giggled, Spencer's eyes meeting yours as he smiled back to you.

JJ was the most beautiful bride you'd ever seen. She came up to the front and you hugged her, taking her flowers from her and standing next to Spencer and Penelope. As the ceremony went on, you found yourself tearing up. Weddings always made you cry. Spencer took notice, taking your hand and pulling you against his chest as he rubbed your arm. The team was too busy watching JJ and Will to notice.

The dancing was the best part. Penelope pulled you to the dance floor before Spencer even had a chance. You happily slow danced with her, then Derek, who stole you away. From there, Hotch had a dance with you, and then Rossi. Finally, at your favorite slow song, Spencer approached.

"Dave, would you mind?" He softly asked.

"It would be my pleasure." Dave passed you off to Spencer with one hand as Spencer slowly pulled you into his arms. If you took closer notice, you'd see him go to Strauss and begin to dance.

"Hi," You whispered, one hand in his as his other rested on your waist. Your free hand was on his shoulder. The two of you began to sway to the music.

"Hi," He echoed, giving you the softest look you'd ever gotten. "I missed you. I didn't even get a chance to dance with you."

You softly giggled, "Well, now it's yours. All yours, Spence." You leaned in closer, "You're the only one I wanted to dance with."

The position changed, both of Spencer's hands were on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. This was much more intimate. "You're the only one I want, too." The double meaning made your stomach twist in the best way.

As the two of you danced, your teammates began to finally notice. "Oh my god," Derek mumbled. "Those two dumb geniuses finally got together."

"Actually, they're just going on dates," JJ corrected as she swayed with Will.

Emily smirked, "Not for long by the looks of it."

"They make such a sweet couple," Beth cooed.

Penelope gasped, "Oh my sweet baby Jesus, I took her away from him all night!"

"I'm sure he doesn't mind." Hotch smiled, actually smiled, as they all watched you lean your head on his shoulder, one of his hands coming up to the middle your back to splay out, almost protectively, holding you closer.

"I think I hear some more wedding bells in our future." Derek smiled.

[luifaro]

i didn't promise anything but hehe!! i've been working on something based on my random ramble i had about how reincarnated asriel could've been so cool if it was MORE ABOUT how it's kind of morally fucked with frisk having to kill a guy + flowey does not magically become good and nice... realized it'll take me a bit so i thought why not give a little bit of it NOW... as a treat.

Frisk froze as they stared down at the dusting gelatin monster. Flowey crept towards the weakened form, a vine slowly rising to grab its soul. Because regular monster souls are so difficult to absorb, the best way to do it is to grab their soul before they finish falling down. This way, when they die, you can snatch their soul before it fades with its owner. Did you know that gelatin monsters taste differently depending on their flavor? This one's soul tasted kind of like gummy worms. A little thick on the sour though. Huh. Dead, just like that. Kind of pathetic.

But that's just an opinion. Its soul begins weakly shining a dull white. Flowey, having already gripped the soul tight, absorbed it without a second thought. It tickled. Flowey could feel... something wiggling around in his body. For a moment, Frisk and Flowey stood there silently. Frisk's breaths grew heavy. They had an expression Flowey wouldn't be able to describe if he tried. The silence felt like it was never going to end. That this was all going to be for nothing. A monster killed for a plan that didn't even work. But then a light began to crawl through the flower's body. He could just sense it. It felt kind of... good? It grew ever brighter as Flowey's body began to contort.

The light grew so bright that Flowey couldn't see anything else. He was hit with an intense wave of negativity.

how stupid ARE YOU? do you really think this is going to save you? that everything will just fix itself? you coward. chara was right about you, you know? you're just a big crybaby. why would you even do this? why? why? WHY? is THIS what would've happened if you'd just listened to them? do you really DESERVE FORGIVENESS? who even are you? a child afraid of his own shadow, or an irredeemable MANIAC?! your hubris eats you alive. you'll never get out of here. you're just gonna sit on the ground and die like you were supposed to. you can't get up.

[earthtooz]

earth i need to catch up on ur ratio fics (i read some of flower one and i ate that shit up omg) because now the thought of seething annoying veritas being all angry whenever you even look at someone else infests my mind like an annoying worm. i hope you know this is what those fics do to me

x : EQUILIBRIUM : *+ﾟ

in which: ratio navigates through the perplexities of pining after you.

warnings: fluff, 1.6k words, intelligentsia guild!gn!reader is kind of a social butterfly and talkative, ratio is so pathetic i love him T^T, alcohol, aventurine feature! my writing isn't the best for this one i apologise :,D

a/n: thank u for the ask mhie!! i wanted to say that you enabled me perfectly because ever since his release, i've only ever thought about this one scenario where he's staring at reader from afar and absolutely seething because he's not the one talking to them xD sorry for taking so long omfg and im sorry for turning this into a fic, i just saw my opportunity and lunged at it like an animal rawr

Jealousy and envy are not familiar concepts to Dr. Ratio.

He knows of them, understands the inner workings and philosophical aptitude of both, knowing that they lead man down irrational paths. Yet, for all his years, he has not felt the bitterness of jealousy and envy squeeze him, cannot fathom why one cannot control their feelings and maintain modesty. 

Perhaps, the root of it was whatever Ratio wanted, he received. The only thing he has ever craved is knowledge, and it is available for him with the flick of a page, absorbing even the most complex of theories with ease. Conceptual, mathematical, scientific- not a single school of thought has hidden itself from his vast mind, proven by the many PhDs he has with his name.

Everything fickle that anyone could ever crave has long been his. 

Envious over someone else’s wealth? Money comes and goes, and merely serves as a medium of exchange. As long as he has enough to live comfortably, then he is content. Having too much of one thing can often result in a bottomless pit of wanting more, and material good was perhaps the most evil of all.

Jealous over someone else’s beauty? Compliments and adoration are not an unfamiliar concept to him; one glance at what’s under that stone mask will have others fawning over him instantly. He claims the mask is to protect him from idiots, but perhaps it also serves to shield others from the walking sculpture that is the Veritas Ratio, sharp features and toned body, there is nothing undesirable about him.

In conclusion, jealousy and envy are not familiar concepts to Dr. Ratio. Until he met you.

A fellow member of the Intelligentsia Guild but in another department, you too are a favoured delegate of the IPC, frequently attending the same events and trips as him. Thus, it was only natural that you’d become acquainted and that he’d grow to respect you, hearing about your achievements and dedications as an academic. What was unnatural, however, was the palpitations of his heart, weakness in his knees, paired with an overwhelming excitement to see you.

He’s no fool. These sensations were all symptoms of romantic attraction, but you were a variable uncounted for in the distribution of his life, and he was not ready for an outlier so powerful that it completely ‘skewed’ him over.  

Now, he laments in the corner of champagne parties meant for socialites. He is no lover of mundane interaction but as his contract with the IPC, he comes as a representative of the Intelligentsia Guild. 

These formal events always drained the life out of him, needing him to discard his everyday, flowey, carefree attire for a constraining suit, conforming him into the regular majority. 

He raises the glass of champagne to his lips and takes a small sip, the liquor serves as lubricant to the throat. The smooth finish of the drink is exactly what he needs; talking about the same subject again and again becomes exhausting, and even though it is in his role criteria, Ratio cannot wait to leave.

But he won’t, because he hasn’t seen you yet. 

Glancing around the room for the upteemth time this evening, you still have not entered his line of sight, and he leans against the bar in disappointment.

“Oh, why the long face, Ratio?” A mischievous voice coos from beside him. “It’s not a good look on you.”

“Spare me your sentiments, gambler,” Ratio spits back.

“As you wish. Not enjoying the party?”

“If you have something you wish to say then please, spare me the pleasantries.”

Aventurine laughs, all boisterous and extravagant, gold jewelry clicking against each other, as if coming alive to match his jovialness. He really is a personified headache. “You’re looking for someone, aren’t you?”

The scholar tenses, muscles tugging at the stiff fabric of his blazer, but that micro action was enough of an answer for Aventurine.

A gloved hand points up to the mezzanine of the grand hall. Ratio spots you, leaning against the railing whilst conversing with another man, one briefly talked to earlier. If he didn’t like him before, then he certainly didn’t now.

Handsome face turning into a small scowl, it’s almost as if you feel the intensity of a certain, golden stare, causing you to turn around and find the source, eyes eventually landing on the figures of a coworker or two. A brief smile graces your face before you turn around again, turning your back on the two onlookers.

Ratio loathes what he sees, and something within him yearns to be the only man you look at, causing an ugly, green sensation to brew within him; a concoction that can only be labelled as ‘jealousy’.

He just cannot figure out what other men have that he doesn’t; what is making him secondary in your heart? Why do you give these... idiots the time of day when you could be with him- talking to him?

It's all too perplexing, you make him perplexed.

“Well, go on, doctor,” Aventurine prompts. “Place your bets before it’s too late.” 

The purple-haired sighs, pushing himself off the bar. His feet take him to you, up the velvet-carpeted stairs. His gaze never strays from you, ensuring you stay within his line of sight and eventually, he stops right behind you, acting as a looming shadow.

His gaze is cold, hoping to pierce through your conversation partner so he can finally cower away and make room for Ratio.

“Doctor!” You exclaim, surprised by his sudden appearance. “When did you get here?”

Taking a hint, the stranger finally begins to peel himself away. “It was lovely talking to you, Y/n. I hope this won’t be our last conversation.”

“Likewise, have a lovely evening,” you farewell him with a small smile as the other party turns and eventually disappears from sight.

Finally. Triumph and victory settles in Ratio’s chest when your attention is directed solely at him, but you look up at him with arms crossed and a raised eyebrow.

“I swore I saw you downstairs moments ago, how did you get up here so fast?”

“I simply walked a normal pace, is that so abnormal?”

“I suppose not,” you huff, rolling your eyes. Veritas allows himself a glance over of your outfit, admiring you. “Have you talked to anyone interesting?”

You are by far the most interesting part of the evening, he thinks.

“Hardly,” he murmurs. 

“My guess is that you’d prefer to be grading student papers?” You muse, leaning in closer.

His heartbeat spikes. “Well, that is hard to say. Which would you prefer?”

“As much as I love my students, I need a break from the same thesis statements regurgitated in different formats. I’d rather be here.”

“Then that is my answer too.”

You give him a look that says ‘really?’, clearly not believing his aloof statement. Truthfully, he would rather be here because here is where you are, and he’d like a few moments with you before returning to the gloominess of his office. The hour hand is only at 11, what’s the rush?

Then, your eyes flicker to his neckline and they widen briefly, as if finding an issue with his tuxedo. “Hold still,” you command, hands coming up to rest on his sturdy chest.

You’re fixing his tie, he realises, feeling the fabric tighten ever so slightly as you adjust it. When you’re done, you flatten out the material with a satisfied smile, running your hands casually over his chest, and he hopes you cannot feel his heart jump. How do you touch him so easily, as if it means nothing?

“It was crooked,” you explain, “now you are looking as sharp as ever, Doc.”

“Thank you,” is the best thing he can sputter out.

“No problem, we need to have our genius looking proper at all times!”

Ratio is too stunned to speak, he fears that if he tried, whatever leaves his mouth will result in a various garbles and attempts at sentences.

Thankfully, you haven’t run out of words to say. “Oh, I have yet to get a drink! Will you accompany me? I could go for some refreshments right now.”

He nods and extends an arm for you to hold, and you happily accept it, holding onto his bicep as you ramble on about a conversation exchanged earlier in the night. If you were anyone else, he would not have cared in the slightest, but instead, he listens intently, taking slow and measured steps downstairs so you are comfortable.

In this bubble, the esteemed scholar is content. With you so close, it feels as if everything has clicked into place, like the scales of fate have finally balanced and equilibrium has been achieved. He could listen to you forever.

Unfortunately, all good things don’t last, because a face Ratio doesn’t recognise approaches you, hand resting on your shoulder. Judging from the manner of which they address and talk to you, you are close, and you don’t shrug them off. Next thing he knows, you’re ripped away from him, dragged into the sea of people.

You spare him a glance over your shoulder, as if apologising for the sudden disruption.

Still, he sighs, left behind with nothing but fervent symptoms of love clinging to his being, squeezing him for all he is.

© EARTHTOOZ 2024, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[o-sunny-day]

I COOKED A LITTLE SOMETHING FOR @forgettable-au STUFF-

Its not done obviously and I might not ever finish it, but wanted to post it here because of the song being suggested on the blog

god ever since listening to that song- I was listening to it on repeat during class (so has become my routine) THIS popped into my head and I needed to get it down

The main idea is Gaster is extremely care free and kinda melancholy. Him calling Papyrus a “carcass” is the most canon thing I can think of I love it 😭

I imagine this first bit is him fairly recently after falling into the void, he traveled way forwards in time to see what the hell this thing that replaced him was like and found himself to be amused and a ✨CATHARSIS✨ for him

Traveling a bit in time through the eye transition, we see him making the tape recording and putting it in the secret compartment cause I SWEAR THAT WAS ALL HIS DOING. this is gonna age horribly

Then him doing his whole Player business. I think the “I deserve forgetting” is the most raw line ive ever heard in my entire life, BUT THIS IS A LIGHT HEARTED AND NOT ANGSTY PMV SO IM IGNORING THAT

He finds he doesnt much care for how he feels, more what he has to do, which is GET THE PLAYER and do whatever he has planned for Deltarune-

The upsetting part is from the players point of view cause WHAT THE HELL MAN ☹️ I JUST MADE THAT

Then we get to my favorite part of him being content in things ending and him being content where he is, happy, even (PLEASEEE DONT LET THIS AGE HORRIBLY LET MY MAN BE HAPPY 😭)

Another time skip through the eye hole! Flowey and Papyrus have made their way down to the lab and wtf are these recordings, it sounds like someone rambling but its impossible to make out any of the words

then for some reason Flowey gets a weird vision and is like “AYO?? PAPYRUS???” and this is where I ran out of ideas-

Im still working on the You And Me PMV im just bad at focusing-

Forgettable AU + Undertale and Deltarune in general consume my every waking thought (this is a cry for help)

ive been cooking so much not just with this AU this- this comic is SPECIAL IDK HOW OR WHY BUT ITS SPECIAL

[moniqa24]

UTY ANNIVERSARY DAY 1: Favorite Character

(BRO, IT'S BEEN A YEAR???? HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!?)

So, I've been chronically on AO3 for quiiiite a biiiiit and it's come to my attention that there are a lotta good authors on there! So, I figured, what better way to show some appreciation than to sketch out some of my favorite UTY fanfictions that relate to said favorite character God,mywristhurts—.

This isn't really listed in any particular order, because I cannot in good conscience rank them all because I love them for different reasons. A brief review will be given for each story, so I hope you'll indulge me in this unwavering hyperfixation caused by this stupid neural virus who has yet to leave my brain why are they still there—

HERE THEY ARE! (Reviews are at the bottom so you can enjoy the art—)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52638082/chapters/133146358

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55105480/chapters/139718953

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54021868/chapters/136756735

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53578087/chapters/135622678

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56770771/chapters/144328246

(This was not on Ao3, but I added it anyway—)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53950621

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57605017/chapters/146578669

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55715032/chapters/141433246

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52345378/chapters/132417538

CSO: What I enjoyed most about this take is how it deals with the consequences of Clover choosing their life over their mission. It is a conflict of interest for everyone involved, especially themself, and one can only handle that external (and internal) pressure for so long until they finally break.

JiB: Who woulda thought just being a liiiittle bit curious could cause a lot of development for our main cast? It's a fine blend of wholesome family moments and a lot, and I mean a LOT, of dying and Flowey ruining everything. It's honestly been fun trying to see what the domino effect is.

RtF: Slow burn, complex relationships, reconnecting of characters, and the wonder of a new life for two lost, revived souls. This has everything I enjoy out of a story and more. As I am not only a sucker for Kanako and Clover interacting, but also watching friction between characters, how it happened and why, and what eventually leads to something greater down the road. It's a beautiful read <3

DJ: Chara and Clover have a dynamic that is genuinely fun to explore, and I enjoy the banter these two have in this work a lot. They aren't friends yet, buuut, maybe they'll start to grow on each other. As long as Clover's alright with getting their body hosted from time to time—

(CURRENTLY ON HIATUS)

UB: I am a simple person. I see Clover & Kanako, I click—

It fuels my euphoria in ways I can't describe, they're so wholesome ;v; Between this and the lingering tension between Clover and Chujin, and the overarching conflict of interest, I am more than excited to see where this goes >:D

UTDR x DR: Jesus, take the wheel, but, like, what if it did—?

I just remember scrolling through YT and suddenly this came up on recommended and I just remember being baffled by the ending. Now there's a multiverse apparently, when did that happen?

I almost hate how invested I got in this very NOT series, but I find it hilarious out of context, which only makes it better—

Intervention: This one's a rollercoaster, man.

Don't think I've said "ow" in a fanfiction before reading this one. It's more than just Martlet dying, but the buildup to what leads to this point and the brutal aftermath is what makes this so strong for me. It's a dosage of pain, but it's well written, dangit—

SWM: I was close to adding "Calling Out to No One", but this tops it only because its longer, really. And provides a HEAVY DOSAGE of pain. I felt my heart ache like it did first seeing Pacifist, man, it hurt—

I enjoy a lot of DiamondDeputy's takes on the default scenes from all the different routes of UTY (they somehow made the worst scene in the game bearable, how'd they do that—) so this easily climbed to some of my top favorites, I especially love the insight on the journey through Ceroba's perspective, really helps drive that conflict of interest I love a lot.

ASoJ: How bad can housing a murderer of at least fifty people truly be? It's not like they'd have any ulterior motives or anything, noooo, that'd be silly!

It's another story with a conflict of interest. Between Martlet letting her good heart win over reason, and Clover seeing just what their violence has truly caused, it had me waiting for the moment where everything would crash and burn for everyone involved. And boy, did it burn.

(How we have pain in pacifist and wholesomeness in geno is a constant that is beyond me—)

Fo2T: Aand, finally, the story that started it all!

An action packed, fun filled adventure of dubious dealings and chaotic consequences featuring the most dysfunctional trio to ever grace the Underground.

So many developments, story wise, character wise, I ended up binging this story way too fast, and I'm probably gonna have to read it all over again—. I'm excited for it though, Frisk (Chara) and Clover eventually meeting, the memory dilemma getting attention, and Clover f i n a l l y getting their hat back (very important, a staple, really)

It feels like I'm watching a shonen, the way I'm invested in it sometimes. I've screamed over it way too much XD

(The fact that it took 20 chapters to get out of Hotland is honestly hilarious tho—)

If you somehow ended up down here, then I implore you to check these out for yourself, form your own opinions on them, and brace yourself because Blind is VERY long (but very worth it)—

[akanemnon]

Now I'm imagining Ralsei just petting the big dino flowey

Man I love Ralsei😁

Well in that case I REALLY hope it isn't a hydra...ngea.

[fuk1ngb1tch]

Kids and my AU Flowey + Extra

Raaah more Undertale au art upon thee!! I love my silly au<33 but this time it isn't just the au- (which is called Mutated Cores) but I'll talk about that last. Anyway talking about the drawings and characters under the cut to save space, which will also have cropped versions of the image<3

First, I'll talk about my AU version of Flowey the Flower. Look at this silly mf

He's MUCH bigger. Context: Frisk is 10 years old!(A little short for their age, but yk) "Normal flower size" is how big he used to be. He's still got the same personality as og Flowey though.

Anyway, I made an OC! And drew Clover!! The OC is the integrity soul, the soul that fell before Clover! Her name is Quaver (Eighth note) and they go by She/They pronouns^^ (oh, and, she's clover's older sister^^)

Btw individual closeups of Clover and Quaver cause I feel like it<3

She fell into the underground when she was 13, and when Clover was 7, Clover going to the underground 4 years later, when they were 11.

Man, I wonder why two siblings both fell in the underground. Definitely had nothing to do with their shitty parents 👁️👁️(headcanon of mine for clover considering things said in undertale yellow, but their main reason was still to do with the fallen humans ofc)

Also NERD (I love him)

Also mini comic?? Wanted to draw my au Clover and Quaver together (as I unintentionally made certain things of their hair very similar which I found neat and wanted to compare them) and it turned out as lighting/shading practice. So proud of myself bro<3 (did not wanna draw that background tho lmao)

Also ended up drawing Starlo and Frisk for it too (I was gonna draw Chara too but I didn't know what to do for em) so ye😋

Anyway wanna learn about my Mutated Cores AU? You can find Frisk&Chara, Papyrus, and Sans too for additional context about the AU! Frisk&Chara will have the most info about the AU itself though currently, along with Papyrus!

Anyway, Finally, the Grillby! He's from a roleplay au:) he's got first that looks like hair just cause it looks cool.

You can find papyrus of the same au of the random Grillby here^^ hope you liked my drawings:)