#pri: Toriel

[pri-rp]

"ooh yes please m-mom...is it okay if I still call you that?...... it's okay if you don't want me here i..." He looked shyly at the floor "chara,s right mn idiot" @potted-prince

"Of course dear... which name do you prefer now, however?" he'd gone by Flowey for who knows how long... She's speaking while gathering ingredients, placing them next to a bowl and opening up the recipe book.

She... didn't know how to respond to the words he probably didn't intend her to hear. There was much of that adopted child Toriel has come to learn she never knew. So, for now, Toriel didn't respond to that part. She... didn't know how.

What a pathetic creature she was.

[pri-rp]

"Age means nothing when it comes to messes. Why, I've a good few centuries on myself and I swear I still manage to get sugar everywhere!" Toriel winks as she adds, "I suppose it's why everyone says I'm so sweet." A small self aggrandizing joke.

"Honestly dear, as long as no one gets hurt, everything can be fixed. Magic is a tricky thing... I don't think I know a single monster who has perfect mastery of even their natural patterns. The only thing to it is to keep with the practice. Speaking of practice... do you want to handle the filling or the crust?"

"My apologizes. Being formal is the vampire way." Draculaura let out a small giggle. It doesn't help that she's been doing that for well over a thousand years. Makes it pretty hard to stop doing it. "True, true. I just...sometimes I feel like I shouldn't be making them considering how old I am. I've been studying witchcraft for a thousand years now."

Granted, it was done in secrecy and in a very much self-taught manner. "You're right though. I guess me and my friend Frankie are prone to rather batty mishaps given our professions. But we do learn from them. That's the important thing to take away from it."

[mothiepixie]

Chapter 2 of this fic of the unrequited love. Also updated on my Ao3!

Only the Bonely One Ch 2

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There were not many things that Papyrus could not handle. He has always had a clear set goal in his life and is able to handle anything thrown his way. Why, there was not one problem that he could not solve!

Except….

He found himself in a predicament. One that he feels solely responsible for and afraid that it will ruin his relationship. He remembers the day clearly when he realized Motti had feelings for his brother.

Papyrus was over the moon when he found out! He wanted nothing more than to set up his best friend with his brother and see his two favorite people happy together.

But now, Papyrus feels he has ruined their happiness and Motti didn't even know yet.

He hyped her up and encouraged her endlessly to confess to Sans. He thought of ways to bring those two closer and it crumbled in an instant when he pried Sans for some inclination of where his feelings sat with Motti.

He did not at all expect Sans to confess to feeling only familial bonds. And even suggested a slight interest in Toriel.

Papyrus could solve many problems, but this one he could not figure out how to do.

The day Motti was supposed to come over for a movie night, Papyrus was almost too relieved when Motti said she would not be able to make it.

However, the day after that he didn't hear much from her.

Nor the next day.

The following week.

Almost a month now.

Each day that passed by, Papyrus tried calling, and even visiting, but Motti gave every excuse possible. Now, he didn't want to believe his best friend was ignoring him, but it was evident she clearly was.

He felt horrible that he was relieved she was so distant, because he knows that he has to tell Motti about what Sans feels. It's just every time he thought about it, the harder it was for him to confront her.

But he missed her! He really, really missed her!

Even Sans hasn't heard much from Motti and they were thick as thieves.

Papyrus eventually found out that Motti was spending most of her time with Undyne and Alphys. There was a pang of jealousy that he couldn't ignore.

And so, here he was at Undyne's apartment, prepared that the moment that she opens the door, he would unleash all his frustration and pent up misery on Undyne.

But he did not anticipate Motti opening the door. The smile on her face instantly dropped into a stunned expression and Papyrus' own expression mirroring hers.

The silence was so thick in the air as the two stared at each other.

Awkwardly, Motti spoke up, "H-hey, long time no see." She crosses her arms, a tall tale sign of her feeling anxious.

Papyrus felt so many emotions bubbling inside him, he was not at all prepared to see Motti. He really just wanted to cry to Undyne about the horrible mistakes he had made, but like boiling water breaching through the lid, it all came spilling out.

"I'm the worst best friend ever and you deserve so much better from me! But I'm so mad at you! Where have you been! I was so worried!! B-but maybe it's best because I have terrible, terrible news! But I'm so afraid you'll hate me-"

His words fell over each other like an avalanche that leaves Motti taken aback. While he spills out his soul, she grabs his flailing arms in the midst of his outburst.

"Pap- I know."

Papyrus stares down the redhead, "You know?"

She sighs, "Yeah."

"You mean about San-"

"I was there. I heard the whole conversation." Her voice waivers.

Papyrus feels ice shoot through his bones. "Oh." Now her aloofness makes sense. "Why didn't you tell me??"

Motti looks up at Papyrus, her eyes worn, tired and most of all; heartbroken. "I just…needed a little time to process." Motti looks away, her brows scrunching together while gritting her teeth. "I mean- I tried texting, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I wanted to call but- I'm sorry. I just feel so stupid."

Papyrus immediately brings Motti into his arms and squeezes her tight. She buries her face in his chest and tightly hugs him back.

Maybe the Great Papyrus can't fix this, but he will be damn willing to soften the blows.

[error404sansfr]

[FR]

Great Tale présentation.

Je vais vous le présenter.

C'est un univers alternatif, dérivés d'une timeline d'Undertale, il a pas mal de changement, mais cet AUs a été créé.

Cet univers est compris de 3 Timeline mais originalement sens aucune erreur et glitch, il en aurait eu 4.

Je vais vous présenter toutes les timelines et vous dire les éléments les plus importants.

Mais avant allant en arrière.

Outre fois, une guerre éclata entre deux espèces, les humains et les monstres , cette guerre fut déclenchée, par un monstre et un humain qui ont fusionné leur âme, les humains, par crainte et peur, ont tué ce monstre, nommé par une police d'écriture Aster.

Bien plus tard pendant la guerre, 3 scientifiques travaillés, pour que le monstre gagne la guerre, il désire le bien, mais un jour un mercenaire tua un des scientifiques devant ces enfants, un de ces enfants un des scientifiques, péta un câble et alla se battre contre les mercenaires, l'issue de cet affrontement n'a jamais été dévoilée mais a c'est que les 2 on disparut.

Quelques années plus tard le monstre fût enfermé dans l'underground, un squelette à nommer Arial aida à la construction du Core, l'underground après quelques années réussi à se reconstruire, le roi Asgore et la reine Toriel eux un enfant à nommer Asriel.

Quelque temps plus tard au moins 10 ans, un humain tomba dans l'underground le premier humain, nommé Chara, que la famille royale adoptée, le monstre pris espoir, Chara était le symbole que certains humains les aimaient encore.

Un jour Asriel enfant du roi et la reine, moururent d'une maladie inconnue et mortelle, l'underground fût plongé dans un deuil, Asgore ne fût rien comparé à sa version originale, Toriel alla dans les ruines pour être seul, et pour accepter la mort de son fils, Chara alla à snowdin, avec la poussière d'Asriel dans un bocal.

Un jour, la scientifique royale Arial disparut et fût remplacer par une nommer Alphys.

Quelques années plus tard, 7 humaines sont tombées, il était nommé Emi (âme orange), Hana (âme bleue forcée), Yuki (âme bleu cyan), Hanaé (âme jaune), Aïko (âme violette), Élisabeth (âme verte), Mia (âme grise).

Chaque humain, apporter espoir et courage au monstre, et pas mal de réconfort, il vécut quelques années dans l'underground, même Chara qui détester les humains se lia d'amitié avec elle.

Un jour, les 7 humains tombèrent gravement malade, et il succomba de la maladie, Asgore en honneur des 7 humain fût construire des tombes, et des bocal pour conserver leur âme, voulant que personne les utilise, l'underground fût à nouveau frapper par un chagrin de la mort des 7 humain avec qui il était amis.

L'underground vivra quelques années de tristesse, jusqu'au jour, une petite fleur nommer Flowey fût créer par Alphys, cette petite fleur fût placer dans la forêt interdite, un lieu de vie idéal pour chaque monstre végétale ou plante, un endroit magnifique.

Un jour, un humain tomba dans l'underground, et tout bascula.

Timeline numéro 1 : le neutre 

Ce jeune humain nommé Frisk, massacra quelques monstres, avant de vivre quelque temps avec Toriel, qu'il assassinait sauvagement, cet timeline fût assez courte, une timeline ou Frisk tuer les monstres les plus faibles, et il a aussi tué Undyne, Asgore et Flowey, avant de Reset.

Timeline numéro 2 : le génocide 

Frisk après toute son aventure en neutre, décida de tuer, mais il ne se doutait pas qu'il allât combattre des adversaires redoutables.

Papyurs, Undyne et Mettaton furent les adversaires les plus complique a affronter pour ce dernier, mais Chara était la face à Frisk après son génocide, et elle décida d'affronter ce dernier, mais elle mourut à son tour, une fois son génocide terminer il Reset.

Timeline numéro 3 : le génocide spécial 

Tout continua comme la route d'avant que certains monstres étaient plus là, Grandpa Semi, Théo, Mettaton, Flowey, Chara et Sans.

Une anomalie dans la timeline ramena un personnage anciennement coupé de la timeline un être nommer G, il entraîna les monstres qui étaient plus là.

Il arracha un bras a Sans, et Sans et Frisk combattu, a causes des anomalie et des glitch la timeline s'effondra sur elle, il eux le temps de s'échapper, il avait sauvé les 7 âmes également.

Timeline numéro 4 : [SUPPRIMEZ.]

Une timeline qui n'a jamais pu commencer, et donc ne pas pu être faite.

Après tout ça, dans un anti-void encore inconnue les survivant fût surpris, d'être dans un tel endroit, G récupéra leur code.

Quelque temps, plus tard, G rencontra un être nommé Malediction, il sont parlé pas mal, l'être nommer Malediction avais deux enfants qui se sont enfuis dans le multivers.

Après tout ça, G créa sont l'équipe, et Malediction plus tard avec une manipulation de l'ADN créa un être nommer Sujet-1 qui s'enfuit 5 ans plus tard. 

[ticklishshenanigansau]

Day 1: Music

Sockets bleary after a fourteen-hour marathon of space documentaries, Sans was hardly phased as a pair of strong arms pried him up off of the couch. Toriel’s soft muzzle pressed against his chest, but even then, Sans’s sleepy mind didn’t process what was happening until the boss monster’s voice thrummed into one side of his ribs, her claws tapping a staccato pattern over the other.

He jumped with a surprised squeak, finally realizing his position. With nowhere to go, his body danced to her rhythm, his natural baritone laughter a compliment to her solid alto. “tori, tori! ahaa! what’re ya doin’ to me?”

She pulled back with a melodic -- if not sly -- giggle. “You looked so tired, dear, I thought I should hum you a lullaby while I carried you to bed.”

“eheh, i, uh, think that it’s had the opposite of it’s intended effect,” he pointed out, the rest of his senses now wide-awake.

“Well, in that case, stay up with me, will you not?” Nuzzling her way back against his ribcage, her words reverberated through his magic and bones. “I have a few more songs to share with you.” 

[pri-rp]

"You've goat to be kidding me, and here I thought I'd come up with it myself with a friend. I suppose i better back it on up then, huh?" the second one was not as good but here we were

"Hey, that's patented material."

"Pattin' myself on the back for comin' up with that one!" Oh good Lord now they've both gotten started. Someone stop them, quick!

[a5tr0n0m1cal]

Can I get Straws and Plaid befriending the local sweet looking cafe owner who turns out to be strong and hardy nature lover who frequently goes to hike and forage rare ingredients for their cafe?

Farmtale Bros Befriending a Nature-Loving Cafe Owner:

Straws:

-He came into the cafe one evening after getting tired of hearing his brother nag him about leaving his muck boots by the door.

-Was immediately slapped in the face with DELICIOUS smells.

-When he sees the human at the counter smiling so warmly at him he feels comfort seep into his weary bones.

-Walking up to the counter he’s practically drooling over the selection of sweet treats on display.

-”Hey there,” He says, taking off his hat

-”Mighty fine selection you have here.”

-When the human wipes their hands on their apron and leans against the glass, pointing at the week’s special he smiles.

-”Sure. I’ll give it a try.”

-He wasn’t prepared for how good the pastry tasted.

-His brothers cooking was amazing (fresh produce and all that) but this was astounding.

-For a second he wonders if a monster made it because it pleased him so much it made his magic thrum with happiness.

-When he questioned you about it, you informed him it was you who made the pastry! 

-You hand make everything yourself every morning!

-He’s impressed!

-Makes sure to visit your little cafe every weekend.

-Actually notices when you swing by his farm to purchase fresh ingredients, now that he knows who you are.

-He makes sure to greet you every time.

-Hey there! 

-He tells you farm puns and smiles when he makes you chuckle.

-When you thank him for his hard work he’s so touched????

-Wow. Thanks, Y/N. I appreciate that.

-When you mention something about going out and gathering what else you need he’s curious.

-He gives it little thought though, as you walk out of the door.

-Oh well.

-A few days later when he got done working, he spotted you coming out of the woods.

-What were you doing???

-When he got closer to you he noticed your sleeves rolled up and your clothes covered in dirt, hair disheveled. 

-You were beaming though, a wicker basket full of herbs and various other plants.

-”Y/N?” 

-You wiped the sweat on your brow, greeting him. 

-What? You went out HIKING and FORAGING for your own ingredients???

-He chews on a piece of straw thoughtfully.

-You sure loved your work didn’t you?

-You’re alright, human.

Plaid:

-This dude barely pries himself away from the farm, so he’d literally have to be dragged there by someone.

-Most likely, his brother pestered him until he gave in and visited your cafe with him.

-He’s got plenty of good food at home, but if it keeps his brother from asking him over and over to try this place out...

-The aroma that smacks him in the face makes him relax a bit.

-It did smell good in here.

-He orders a simple cinnamon roll.

-That should get Straws from pestering him.

-He admits, he is curious. It’s unusual for him to ask him to try something.

-When you gave him his order, your warm smile made him give you one of his own. 

-Atleast the owner seemed cheerful.

-He takes a bite...

-IT’S AMAZING, WHAT?!?!?!?!?!

-He’s positively thrumming with magic.

-What’s your secret?

-He must know.

-When you simply wink at him, he chuckles.

-He will find out. 

-Looks like Toriel has competition at the town festival’s bake-off.

-Now that he actually knows you he spots you out and about more often when you pass by the farm.

-Hey there!! He’ll give you a wave, leaning against a shovel. 

-When you tell him what you’re doing he’s floored.

-That’s so....attractive???

-You got a half/half shot of him falling for you,honestly.

-When he actually pulls himself from his work, he finds himself visiting you more often.

-Since he loves jogging around the farm, he’d absolutely love to hike with you.

-Please share your knowledge of herbs and such, he’s intrigued.

[allunary]

Whew! It felt good to draw some classic Undertale again.

Surprise! This is my @undertalesecretsanta gift to @pris-art! I honestly loved so many of the different prompts you gave me I couldn’t pick which one! So I did 2 of the ones I loved the most. I feel like Papyrus would be very enthusiastic whenever Frisk did one of their practice speeches haha- And honestly I think this is the prettiest I’ve ever drawn Toriel (to be fair I haven’t drawn her in quite a while) And just for a little extra fun I added two little icons of your time trapped kids.

Happy holidays! I hope you enjoy!

[pri-rp]

"Used to play this with the bro a lot." Once on the character select, they immediately select random. "He mains the lizard. Once had a birthday party themed with it." Look who's talkative today! one might almost mistake them as social.

They're only really looking at the screen though. a respectful player two, letting Mitch make the settings and everything without much complaint one way or the other.

Click. The left joycon is being handed to Kris. Mitch then takes the right joycon and sets it on his chest as he tries to figure out the best place to keep the Switch standing. Probably can't have it in front of the both of them so...the bedside surface it is, then. Unfortunate.

The game name does get him to smirk, though. "The best option out of the rest of them." The name difference is being noted, though. Perhaps it's from a console he hasn't bothered with, like the old Sega ones. Perhaps it's something else. How much does it truly matter?

[narcisskanotfrisk]

Tales of a Multiverse: Triangle Amoureux

Après cette longue pause je reviens enfin ma tête pleine d’inspiration ! Voilà un petit texte que j’ai écrit qui met en scène un triangle amoureux entre Chara, Frisk et Sans. Je vous souhaites une bonne lecture ! (Une version anglaise seras publié sous peu) ‘’Il existe une timeline où Frisk ne faisait que des routes pacifiques, bien trop gentille pour faire du mal à qui que ce soit... Jusqu'à un certain jour, Chara s'éveilla. Observant alors les faits et nombreux Reset de Frisk tout en commençant à lui parler. C'est ainsi qu'un jour elle proposa à l'humaine emplit de détermination d'essayer quelques choses de nouveau... Après tout si quelques choses se passer mal, elle pouvait toujours Reset et recommencer. Frisk qui était tombé sous le charme de cet esprit sembla hésitante mais Chara parviens facilement à la convaincre... Amoureuse d'elle Frisk commença une run génocide mais juste après avoir tué Toriel à sa première rencontre avec Sans, elle s'effondra en larme devant lui demandant de la pardonné. Malgré le profond amour qu'elle avait envers Chara c'était bien au delà de ses forces de tuer autant de monstres … Finissant par s'allier avec Sans, les deux amis réussirent à vaincre Chara et reprendre le contrôle de leur timeline. La fantôme disparu alors en lançant un adieu à Frisk... Ce qui la détruisit intérieurement, la personne qu'elle aimait du plus profond de son âme venait de disparaître et cela fait bientôt six mois que Frisk n'est plus capable de Reset n'étant plus déterminé... Sans soupirait en se rappelant de ce que son frère Papyrus venait de lui crier. Frisk avait encore fait des siennes et était porté disparu... C'était loin d'être la première fois que cela arriver en ses quelques mois.... Le squelette savait très bien qu'il n'y avait qu'une destination où l'humaine pouvait être. Il claqua des doigts pour se téléporter juste à l'endroit en question qui n'était d'autre que celui de sa chute... Frisk était assise dans le parterre de fleur la tête baissé. Le squelette ne remarqua pas de suite les larmes silencieuses qui coulait le long des joues de cette humaine. Attendant un  moment il finit s'approcher de Frisk avant de s’agenouillait devant elle et de caresser ses cheveux. Un peu surprise, l'humaine releva la tête vers son ami c'est à cet instant qu'il remarqua les larmes de Frisk... Une douleur apparut alors dans son cœur, il ne savait pas comment aidé celle-ci découvrant cet émotion pure qu'est l'amour. Frisk essuya alors ses larmes avant de détourné son regard de Sans le laissant simplement caresser ses cheveux. Un silence pesant s'installa dans la pièce alors que la tension grimper en flèche... Ce fut l'humaine qui osa rompre ce lourd silence. « Je sais ce que tu vas me dire... Mais je n'arrives pas à l'oublier... » Le squelette retira sa main des cheveux de l'humaine hésitant un instant avant de s’asseoir calmement à coté d'elle. Sans sortit une bouteille de ketchup de son manteau avant de siroter le contenu. Son cœur menaçait d'exploser avec la jalousie qu'il éprouvait à l'instant... Son âme n'était pas prêt à accepter que l'humaine puisse aimer cette choses qu'il considérait comme psychopathe. Essayant de recentrer ses pensées, il se mit à regarder vers le plafond. « Tu devrais, elle t'a forcer à tuer ses monstres que tu chéris tant. C'est mieux ainsi crois moi. - . . . Tu penses ? … Peut-être qu'elle se sentait juste seule ?... Tu sais elle n'est pas aussi mé- -Je t'arrête là Frisk, le coupa le squelette visiblement tellement irrité qu'il manqua d'exploser sa bouteille entre ses phalanges, ce n'était qu'une... Psychopathe ! Tu as tué tant de personnes à cause d'elle ! » Frisk se releva d'un coup en entendant les paroles de Sans, le squelette ne se rendait pas compte à quel point ses mots étaient atroces. Il leva la tête se relevant doucement et soutenant le regard meurtrier de l'humaine. « Parce que tu crois la connaître ? Si je ne t'avais pas dis qu'elle était avec moi tu ne l'aurais jamais su ! -Peut-être mais je le sais maintenant et tu ne me ferras pas changer d'avis ! Elle t'a poussé à tué ! -CE N'EST PAS VRAI !!!! hurla-t-elle» Même Sans fut surpris de l'intonation dans la voix de Frisk... L'humaine profita de l'occasion pour continuer sur sa lancé. « C'est moi qui est décidé d'attaquer un monstre ! C'est moi qui est pris ce jouet en forme de couteau pour être plus puissante ! Et c'est moi qui tué Toriel de mes propres mains ! Chara ne m'a jamais forcé … Elle n'a fait qu'émettre une possibilité... Et c'est MOI, FRISK qui est choisi de parcourir ce chemin.... » Un nouveau silence qui dura plus longtemps que le précédent s'installa... Tournant finalement les talons Frisk commença à partir mais Sans lui attrapa le poignet en cours de route avant qu'elle ne puisse partir. « Frisk je- -Ne dis rien Sans. Je sais que tu me déteste », rajouta-t-elle avant de se libérer le poignet et de partir en trombe. Elle c'était remise à pleurer et c'était de la faute du squelette cette fois-ci... Sans s'assit lourdement sur le sol se laissant presque tombé par terre. Il replia ses genoux contre son thorax avant de se demander ce qui lui appris. Une présence alors familière se dressa en face de lui, toujours autant fantomatique Chara observant Sans avec un grand sourire. Même lui ne put s'empêcher de rire avant de jeter sa bouteille sur l'esprit.... Ce qui la traversa juste. « Eh, que fait un fantôme par ici ? Tu as perdu ta poupée ? -Oh non ~ Rassure toi tête d'os, je l'ai vu partir en pleure et je comptes bien la retrouvé ~ » L’œil gauche de Sans s'illumina alors de bleu, il semblait très clairement énervé par la remarque de Chara mais décida de la jouer fine. Il se releva avec son sourire habituel avant de lui faire un clin d’œil et de lui sortir une de ses fameuses blagues à base d'os. Ce qui est l'effet escompté car la fantôme détester les blagues... Après avoir passé ses nerfs sur le squelette en l'insultant brièvement elle rajouta. « Je vois bien que tu es un tas d'os sans cœur, ne t'en fais plus pour elle c'est moi qui aurait son cœur ~ Si j'ai disparu c'est bien pour réfléchir, et je penses savoir ce que je veux maintenant donc tu n'as aucune chance ~ Tu ferais mieux d'abandonné … ''Sans''. -C'est ce que l'on verras, je vais pas me laisser faire par un esprit... Tu es in-CORPS-orelle après tout ! Tu peux toujours CORPS-rir pour que je te la laisse ! -Argh ! Arrête ça ! » Et sur ses mots, la bataille pour conquérir le cœur de Frisk commença....’‘

Choisissez votre destiné :

==> Route de Sans

==> Route de Chara

[pri-rp]

Fun fact!

"Did you know there are over 40,000 varieties of snail that have been discovered? Not to mention the varieties that likely haven't been discovered yet as is, considering apparently thousands of species of animals are still discovered yearly! Doesn't the thought just excite you?"

[yellowninjaleopard]

Undertrust chapter 5: what you really are

(present day)

Jasmine walked into the dreamurrs home, her children follow behind her, she then noticed the small child sitting at the table, Toriel noticed jasmine and smiled "my dear! So nice to see you! Have you met frisk?" Said Toriel

Jasmine sat next to frisk, and smiled warmly, she placed her hand apon frisks. [*Hello there little one, i am jasmine, caretaker of the waterfall, behind me are my children, Brandon, Poppy, Kleo, Jane, Ivan and Polly, now, what brings a small child to a place like this?] Suddenly, jasmines hair tie snapped, letting her long hair fall. [*Oh dear, not again, asriel could you fetch me a hair tie please?] Asriel then got up and went to chara's room to get a hair tie, jasmine looked back to frisk who was in tears, frisk stared at jasmine, who resembled her mother, not in skin colour, but in figure, eyes, hair length, even height, the only thing different were the four arms, and the robe she wore. Jasmine quickly used her thumb to wipe frisks tears, frisk gripped jasmines hand gently. [*Oh dear, do you...Not have parents my child?] Frisk then told jasmine the story of how she came here, jasmines eyes widened, then saddened, she then leaned forward and hugged frisk, gently petting her hair, frisk hugged her back. [*Don't you worry dear, i will take good care of you, if you'll let me, i would be more than happy to raise you.] Frisk nodded and snuggled into Jasmines embrace as she continued to rub her back and pet her hair gently. Jasmine talked with the dreemurrs for a bit, learning that frisk has not eaten, she went to the kitchen and baked a pie for them. While sitting, frisk talked with the other children, glad that she was not alone in age. "It feels so weird to talk to someone from the surface again, what's it like up there?" Asked Brandon, frisk shrugged and said "it's pretty normal, but if you ask me, school has gotten worse, but you know whats got better? Video games!." The kids laughed at this. Jasmine was in the kitchen, suddenly, chara walked into the room, making jasmine walk in too. [*Hello chara, I'm glad to see you] jasmine hugged chara, then sat down next to frisk. Chara was then told everything by Toriel, about frisk and how they learned of her, jasmine then stood up after chara's statement about dangerous humans. [*May i remind you of how many times I've caught you in attempt to harm? How many times do i need to say, don't kill?] Chara then pointed at frisk "you know what one did to asriel, they could kill us!" Jasmine placed a hand on frisks head [*well, how is their life any less valuable than your own?, They are children chara, every life is important] chara then sighed "how is their life any less valuable than mine? Is that what you've just said?" Jasmine nodded, a stern look on her face. Jane stepped in "yeah, why should we be treated any different than you? I mean, all you've ever done is try to kill us, we all have reasons behind actions yknow!" Jasmine placed a hand on Janes shoulder, calming her down. Toriel then suggested that frisk and chara re meet, jasmine stood next to frisk, smiling in reassurance, frisk re introduced herself to chara, chara stayed quiet until his said to frisk "erase this" frisk looked confused before chara closed his eyes and slashed at frisk, thinking he hit her, but then he heard a scream.

"MOM!!!/MAMA!!!/MA!!!"

Chara opened his eyes to see he had slashed jasmine across the chest, she had gotten infront of frisk to save her from his rage. Chara dropped the knife, Brandon ran to his mom's side as did Jane and frisk, jasmine had fallen to her knees, she looked at chara [*you....You truly hate me that much?...*sob*i suppose i was right....You really are a monster..] frisk hugged jasmine, sobbing. "Mommy....Please..Please mommy not again.." jasmine kissed frisks forehead and cupped her cheeks. [*I'll be ok, sweets, it's just a scratch, i just have to lie down for a bit...I love you, so much sweets..] Jasmine collapsed, asriel rushed and caught her. Toriel and asriel rushed to heal her. Jane stood and yelled at chara "you monster! You've made our life and her life a misery isn't that enough for you?! I hate you!!! AGHH!!! I HATE YOU!!!" Jane then jumped on chara and strangled him, screaming that he was a murderer. Chara then heard another voice "he was just a kid, how could you?! running won't erase what you've done you monstrous brat!!" Kleo pried Jane off of chara who was then grabbed by asgore. Toriel began to comfort jasmines children, while begging asriel to take jasmine to the hospital, frisk held her head and sobbed "m-mom..." She had flashback of her mothers, seeing how jasmine strongly resembled Giselle, it was hitting harder, asgore then asked "what shall we do with chara?" Toriel looked at chara, grief and anger filled her heart, he had almost killed their daughter, while comforting jasmines youngest child, Poppy, she said "get him out of my sight, that is NOT my chara"

To be continued...

[*knowing that you've saved a child's life, fills you with TRUST]

[dracian-tanaki]

Nom = Toriel

UA = Forestale

                                   L'histoire en court d'écriture  

Après la mort d'Asriel et de Chara, tout le royaume était dévasté, mais, Alphys (qui travaillait sur la détermination) pris un jour une des plantes carnivores qui poussée comme de la mauvais herbe dans le jardin d'Asgore pour sa nouvelle expérience se qui créa Cephaley (flowey dans cette Au), asgore  et Toriel a vite appris que Cephaley était Asriel, mais, Asriel était incontrôlable, il tuer les monstres de là foret juste pour s’amuser. Asgore, ne voulant pas que son royaume soit en danger, décida de tuer Cephaley, mais Toriel croyant qu'il avait toujours un moyen de faire revenir son fils décida d'enfermer dans les ancienne ruines a l'autre bout du royaume. Depuis elle est rester là-bas, surveillant tout les jour l'entrée de la barrière…

[dotchi13]

Nagrada the Prized...?

As promised, this was made for Nagrada, the Twister from @selkiesbittybonanza. 

Along with Zalman, Magnar and Arach from @vex-bittys

I wanted to make a fic for Magnar but Nagrada’s towered over me to the point I had to ask this and make a fic for my Prized Twister, those boys need some love!

Rating: T 

Warnings: Attempted Kidnapping, some Violence, Over-abundance of Fluff and Parental Feelings 

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Nagrada never expected to become a parental figure before. Sure he had taken care of rubber duckies before, but such itty-bitty babies were different, always sneaking into his pool behind the desk, swimming around or clinging to the pool noodles Dotchi had bought for him, or to the many more duckies she had gotten for him, particularly gooey bitties staying on the duckies and watching others splash around as Nagrada carefully would scrub at the tiny ones when it was bath time, or come out of one of his pools and spend time with the babies in their room when Zalman, Magnar or Arach never needed a break. 

He may man the front desk but so did others, and there was nothing quite like the feeling of falling asleep in a bitty pile, even if he was so large that it was more like a giant being piled on by tiny little beings.

But Zalman was Papa, Magnar was Dad and Arach was Mama, and Arach was not sharing any of the female titles. 

So a near adult Mumcher had taken the time out of her day to find out the Croatian word for Dad, seeing as his name was Croatian for Prize. 

Then they had something for him: Tata. 

There would have been so much backlash with that, and there was with a few adults, but Zalman did some damage control and soon baby bitties were happily using it as both a way of calling Nagrada their father and a way of saying goodbye, visitors being waved goodbye with joyful ‘TTFN: Ta-ta for Now!’.

Nagrada was actually very happy with development, playing with the children was a joy, he loved them from the bottom his soul, and woe betide anyone who decided to harm the babies, if they could even get past the Venemous and overprotective Magnar and Arach, Zalman having no fear in choking anyone either for them, no matter how angry or bratty a child may be sometimes, they were theirs to raise for future adopters and that was a line drawn clear in the sand for anyone who even bothered to open their eyes. 

But sometimes things happened. 

Zalman needed a recharge night with his Soulbonded Owner, staying with Dotchi for the night, Arach was on Orb Patrol again that night and Magnar had the Raggedy-Mumcher Orb the main three adopted in his hiding place and was frequently going back to check on it before finally passing out in his nest of treasures with the Orb, and because Magnar was supposed to be with him they never called Graves from the Horror Pantry, letting him stay with those he was initially brought for, not that Nagrada blamed Magnar, the Coral could sleep where he wanted, he could handle time with the kids, it was a big enough group and some of the kids were mature enough that arguments were dealt with and they wore each other out when he wasn’t contributing. 

It was in the dark of the night he heard something outside. 

It wasn’t unusual for someone to be out patrolling, but usually bitties were either asleep at this time or in the attic watching the stars if they couldn’t, and with Nightmares and Dreams running rampant creating fantastical things in dreams that in itself was rare. 

He looked to the circle of bitties that he had formed within his coils as he slowly slid from around them, making his way into the shadows, taking a look around the bitty shop, taking quick checks around the windows before slowly deciding it must have been his imagination. 

Even if it wasn't he had children to take care of, any threats that came to him would be dealt with. 

As if to compliment that thought there was a thud and he found himself slithering as fast as a flash, seeing the window was pried open with a dark figure slinking in, reaching to the slumbering children and picking up a Queenie which jostled the little one awake, fear immediately crossing her face as she was about to cry out only for the unknown being to cover her scream with his thumb, which only led her to biting him, but considering how small she was it wasn’t very effective, a grin sliding across his face as he opened a sack beside him.

However before he got too far he was wrapped within the merciless coils of a very angry parent, Nagrada’s tail wrapping around kidnapper’s wrist and swiftly breaking it, causing him to let go of the Queenie, only for her to be caught in the waiting hands of the Prized Twister who had made sure she was safe as she stared with wide eyes at him and the would-be kidnapper.

“ Tata...” She started bawling her eyes out, awakening the other baby bitties as they watched the man struggling as his consciousness was being squeezed out of him, Murders, Horrors and Nightmares buzzing in delight as they watched the unknown assailant drop in their parent’s hold, Teeth bitties covering their eyes with the Dreams, Toriels holding their friends and each other in fear as Nagrada cradled the sobbing baby bitty, apologizing to her as she merely held his shirt as tightly as she could, refusing to let go as the commotion caused others to arrive. 

A few days later his pool was absolutely covered in multiple colors of duct tape ribbons, one in particular covered with golden stars and a thank you to him on one side for their beloved TTFN, Nagrada.

[odderancyart]

Dog Collar

Based on these tweets

AO3

During the two days he’d been stuck in Underfell, Stretch had seen a lot. The one time he dared take down one of the planks covering the windows, he’d immediately been met by the sight of a fight in the middle of the street upon which Edge – his asshole counterpart – had soon appeared and terrified the bunny and the bear out of the fight until they cowered before him. After that he’d never tried to leave the house again. Yeah, his HP wasn’t low, per se, at 140, but he didn’t doubt every monster out there had tons of intent.

Not least because he’d felt the intent Edge radiated when he found him in his house, before Red could explain. It had been enough to have him flinching away, and Stretch wouldn’t call himself an easily frightened monster.

He’d almost been dusted in the forest too, by the dogs – because in this universe, it was apparently the dogs who guarded Snowdin, not the bunnies. Hadn’t Red appeared the right moment, he would undoubtedly just be another pile of dust in Snowdin forest. One of many, tainting the air and the snow. Turning it grey and making it taste like ash. It made him feel like he couldn’t breathe.

Yet, nothing quite upset him as much as seeing that damned collar around Red’s neck. He glared viciously at it as he lounged in the living room couch, waiting for the other to finish his reports to the King – another difference, King Asgore was here and Queen Toriel was gone – so they could go down and work on the Machine. He really wanted to go home. Sans must be worried sick. But right now, he had something even more serious to worry about. How Edge, who was him, had apparently claimed ownership of his brother.

Wasn’t that the most fucked up thing he’d ever seen?

Heck yeah it was.

“Heh,” Red said, making him twitch. He looked up from the papers he had spread out on the coffee table, raising an eyebrow. “Ya got a problem wi’ my face, buddy? Yer lookin’ like yer tryin’ ta glare a hole in me.”

A blush lit up Stretch’s cheeks as he shook his head. He scooted over to Red’s side of the couch, ignoring how Red’s eyelights followed him with badly hidden amusement. After a moment of hesitation, he reached up to hook a finger around the crimson spiked collar around Red’s neck. Red blinked, surprise and confusion flashing over his face. He dropped his pen onto the table, and it clattered as it landed.

“Not you,” Stretch said. “This.”

Red frowned, staring at him like he was crazy. Hot rage rushed through Stretch. Stars. Edge had Red so brainwashed he didn’t even realize how messed up this was.

“What about it?”

“It’s really fricking messed up, Red, that’s what about it.” Offence flashed over Red’s face, and a noise akin to a growl escaped him. A warning. Stretch took no notice of it. “Red, your brother is a fucking asshole-” Something dark swept over Red’s face. “-and a dangerous one at that, but I can accept that because your universe is a hellscape. But this is going too far!”

“What th’ hell are ya going on about?” Red exclaimed. His hand flew up to where Stretch’s fingers still were hooked around his collar and pried them off, squeezing tight.

Wincing in pain, Stretch threw up with his free hand. “He put a dog collar on you! That’s messed up, man! Claiming ownership like that over his own brother.”

“Wha-” Red cut himself off, gaping. He let go off Stretch’s hand as his own fell to the couch, limp. With wide eyes, he stared at Stretch in complete astonishment before a mix of fury and concern filled his eyes. He lifted his hand again to jerk at his collar. “This is a fuckin’ accessory, buddy. Fashion. Look it up. What’s wrong with ya? Wha’ kinda place- I thought yer universe was supposed ta be all sunshine an’ rainbows?!”

Now it was Stretch’s turn to gape. His soul pounded against his ribcage as he looked down on Red’s flabbergasted expression, but when he tried to speak, he couldn’t get a word out.

The door slammed open, a cold wind sweeping in and rustling Red’s papers, and both of them jumped. Red’s eyes flickered between him and the newcomer as Stretch twisted around, his breath catching, just in time to see Edge close the door again and lock all four locks. The lieutenant of the Royal Guard was in black armour with that torn, blood-red scarf around his neck. Three deep scars ran down over his eyes, reminiscent of the crack leading from Red’s, up on his skull. His perpetual scowl was covering his face, as always.

“Ey, boss,” Red said, incredulity shining through his voice. “Seems like Underswap ain’t as nice as we thought.”

“Oh?” Edge marched over to them, crossing his arms as he glared down at them both. Stretch’s soul froze over. By Toriel, his counterpart was terrifying. “Do elaborate on that, brother.”

“Stretch thought my collar was yer claim o’ ownership. That’s messed up.” He glanced at Stretch. “Like. Yeah our universe ain’t the nicest place but holy hell, at least we don’t do slavery.”

“What the absolute fuck.” Edge’s voice was collected but Stretch thought he could see horror shine through his gaze.

“Hey!” he protested, raising an arm like he was back in school. “We don’t do slavery either.”

Both of them turned to look at him. From the way they stared, he was certain neither of them believed him.

“Then why th’ fuck did ya make that assumption?” Red demanded, sticking his hands in his pockets and scooting away from him until he was basically sitting on the armrest, next to where his brother was standing.

Edge’s expression was passive as he met Stretch’s gaze, but there was something unidentifiable in his eyes. “I am glad to hear that you think so little of me that you seriously think I’d enslave my brother, ashtray.” He turned his back to him, only casting a gaze on Red before he stepped toward the staircase. “I will change clothes, and then I am off to see Undyne, Sans. You know your orders.”

Glancing at Edge, Red nodded. “Sure, boss.” Edge’s door clicked closed, and Red fixed his eyes on Stretch. Sweat slid down Stretch’s neck and he swallowed, leaning backwards. He couldn’t read the other at all and had no idea what the hell he was thinking, or planning. After a couple moments of tense silence, Edge came back out, now in black jeans and a leather jacket, and left through the front door without giving either of them a single look.

“Welp, ‘m going ta Grillby’s,” Red said, startling him, and jumped off the couch. Without a sound, he teleported over to the door. He glared at Stretch. “Ya stay right. There. And when ‘m back, yer going ta explain exactly wha’s going on in yer universe, and then yer going ta apologize ta th’ boss.”

Stretch couldn’t do more than nod quickly, wide-eyed, before Red was gone. Once again, he’d shortcutted without a sound. How he did that, Stretch wasn’t sure. His own shortcuts were never silent.

Swallowing again, he picked up his phone and wrote his brother a message he likely wouldn’t ever receive. His soul raced, and his fingers shook as he tapped in the letters. Love you, bro.

Living had been fun.

[zayashmaya]

is kris evil?

I am going to say a resounding no until toby fox pries this headcanon out of my cold dead hands once the entire deltarune game comes out.

We are all familiar by now with the theory that kris is possibly Chara, or a mix of Chara and Frisk, etc. Either way, there seems to be some kind of connection. Chara certainly was a rotten egg in the first game, no doubt about that. 

But Kris? Let’s examine what we know of the real Kris based on what the villagers say.

First and foremost, Kris grew up in a relatively normal, loving household. Despite the divorce, which may or may not have had some kind of impact on Kris, we still know that there were lovely memories formed between everyone in the family. Toriel is as much of a motherly figure to Kris as she was in the first game, still baking pies and thinking about her children, showing happiness when Kris mentions making a friend, etc. Even Asgore, despite not being around much for Kris since the divorce (which is the only explanation I could think of for why he forgot whether they like hugs or not), still shows unconditional love for their human child. 

The most important influence on Kris’s development was arguably Asriel. As the older sibling, it seems Asriel tried his best to make Kris happy, despite the divorce and loneliness. He took them to drink hot chocolate at the diner as per tradition and involved them in his friend group, possibly because he noticed that the younger kids did not really get along with Kris. 

So this is the family setup. They aren’t perfect, but everyone tried their best to make Kris happy. 

Of course, all the coddling in the world can’t always fix a set personality. Whether Kris was acting out in response to the changes in their life, we can’t be sure yet, but what we do know is that Kris liked to play mean-spirited pranks on other kids and was generally considered odd and reclusive. 

But does that make them a bad person? Are they filled with as much rage and hatred as Chara was?

I truly do not think so. 

The real Kris is controlled by the player throughout the game, and as a result, we impose upon them our own set of morals. Some villagers in the end even express surprise at Kris’s character change. But, there have been moments where it seems Kris broke free from our control to do what they wanted. The most pivotal moment to me was when Kris defended Susie during the cutscene with the King. I don’t remember, but I think this was the first time where Kris performed an action of their own volition without the player’s control?

Either way, this heroic act proved to me that Kris can’t be as bad as we might think they are. 

And another simpler, yet just as profound moment cemented this thought into my head - when Kris sips their hot chocolate at the diner, and their throat tightens after doing so. I honestly think they were remembering the good times and were missing their brother. 

That is why the ending scene did not disturb me as much once I really thought about who Kris was as a person. Yes, they looked utterly freaky with the demonic red eye, creepy grin, and sudden knife appearance that is so eerily reminiscent of Chara. 

But! We cannot assume that Kris has any reason to go on a murderous rampage across town now that they regained control. Why would they feel the urge to do so after their journey through the dark world? 

So what was the knife for, in the end? 

I think it was a threat. A threat to Gaster, and an open warning that Kris was planning to retaliate for the torture they put up with because of him. Whether or not they plan on involving the player’s soul, I am not sure. I would tentatively say yes, because I can’t stop imagining Kris pulling along that wagon with the caged soul as they carried on with their quest to find Gaster.