#still getting the hang of drawing sanses

[nu1lst4rs]

@funtime29nm 's (royal au) sona!!1!!2!!

for a lil art trade.. erm. okay yeah. runs away.

[tabbywaslost]

ooh! can i request bloodreddust (horror x red x dust) or inkmare? /nf

I'll do 10 headcanons for each!!

BloodRedDust:

1.

Nightmare said he'll pay for their wedding and he WILL bend the rules and make a wedding for 3 people possible.

2.

Some people were confused bc they saw Horror and Fell hanging out like a couple and then saw Dust and Fell hanging out like a couple and then saw Horror and Dust hanging out like a couple and were really confused and thought that the 3 of them are cheaters. One day, the rest of the bad sanses sat them down and told Fell that they saw Horror and Dust together, he acted hurt and started yelling at Horror and Killer pulled out his phone, but Horror and Dust knew he was acting and trying to pull something on the others so they went along. And then the others told Horror that they saw Fell and Dust together and the 3 of them started having a heated argument and then they just broke down laughing and everybody was confused then they confessed to being in a poly relationship and this entire argument being one final prank before they come clean. Error hasn't spoken to them since.

3.

They sit down on Saturdays and figure out who is dating who, who is best friends with who, who is biased towards who, who hates who and things like that with evidence like pictures, events, conversations, audio recordings and videos. Yes they stalk people and try to figure stuff out and they sometimes their findings to blackmail, tease, etc. They argued a LOT until they figured out that Inkmare was real but they're not gonna tease or blackmail or do anything with that knowledge bc Nightmare and Ink can and WILL wipe them out of existence if they spill the secret like that.

4.

Horror has brought Fell and Dust to his AU a few times when they all have the day off, Fell has done the same when they all have the day off. Dust refuses to bring them to his AU bc he doesn't wanna remember it and Fell doesn't bring them to his AU a lot due to the fact that it's dangerous so they usually hang out at either Nightmare's Castle, HorrorTale or a pretty AU like OuterTale or something else. But they can't go to AUs as they wish so they need help from either Nightmare, Bill, Error, 404, etc.

5.

They sometimes go on BAD movie marathons and die of absolute laughter bc the movie plots are so horrendous.

6.

Fell and Horror are able to calm Dust down when he has an episode. He HAS accidentally attacked them a few times, seeing them as hallucinations and whatnot and HAS broken some of their bones by accident but they know he doesn't mean any of it.

7.

Horror's Papyrus is the only Papyrus that fully approves of them. Dust's Papyrus is always in the corner, watching everything and is still unsure whether he's okay with Dust dating anybody yet due to trust issues and Fell's Papyrus is still sorta being persuaded by them into approving of them dating

8.

Horror sorta feels like he has to support Dust and Fell as much as he can and it's due to lack of self-worth. When on missions, he offers to do the most dangerous things despite him not having much magic, he almost never vents to anybody, ESPECIALLY them bc he feels like he'd burden them and they've already got enough to deal with. They've reassured him it's alright to do so but he still feels like he shouldn't "burden" them.

9.

They prank the rest of the bad sanses and make up elaborate pranks that are harmless but insanely annoying.

10.

Dust's Papyrus sometimes scares the ever-living daylights out of him when he is with Horror and Fell.

Inkmare:

1.

They have a made up game where Nightmare grabs one of his books and reads descriptions of how characters look or reads scenes with characters that Ink knows how they look and Ink draws whatever he hears bc he is very quick with drawing. It doesn't have to be very detail, you just have to get the image and then they look up how the characters or the scenes ACTUALLY look.

2.

Ink has taught Nightmare about all important AUs he should know. Nightmare always listens to Ink's infodumping and likes to hear his voice

3.

Ink sometimes climbs Nightmare's tentacles like monkey bars and plays with them. And since Ink is so short, Nightmare can use his tentacles to help Ink up if he ever needs to.

4.

They're very cuddly and sometimes try their best to mock insanely obnoxious couples and mock baby-talking by overly exxagerating it.

5.

betterbennounced they're together, Dream accepted it instantly and was genuinely happy for them bc this was after their once-and-for-all truce but Blueberry needed some time to process bc he has been beaten up horribly a countless amount of times by Nightmare [I'm talking legs or arms torn off, ribs broken, etc. but Ink redrew them for Blueberry later.] and panics almost whenever he sees him. Dream took him to therapy and spent months comforting him for it. In the end, Blueberry was happy for them as well but he still sorta panics upon seeing Nightmare but he's a bit better.

6.

Ink, upon seeing Nightmare's room all bland, took it upon himself to ask everyone [remaining bad sanses, remaining star sanses, neutrals, etc.] to just distract Nightmare for 5 entire days and prevent him from going to his own room. BUT they knew that Ink was planning something and kept Nightmare distracted for an entire week just in case Ink needed 2 extra days and JUST IN CASE Nightmare hears Ink doing something in there, they didn't even let him enter the castle. They had sleepovers anywhere except the castle, night outs, game nights, nights where they break into or explore abandoned places, etc. and Ink was busy painting and drawing on the walls and ceiling of Nightmare's room, buying him new and interesting decor for his room, just entirely renovating his room while remembering to buy stuff so he just teleports to different AUs and it takes a while to find stuff. So, he IS a very quick artist, but he also needs to buy the materials and organize the stuff and everything. In the end, the room looked amazing and Nightmare tried paying Ink but Ink refused bc it's a small gift according to him.

7.

Ink has some sort of fear of his loved ones dying due to Gin's death and he has had some vivid nightmares of Nightmare dying in one way or another. And because Nightmare told him that the only way he can be killed is if all cells in his body are destroyed and that is INSANELY hard to do. Ink got over his nightmares but that fear is still in the back of his mind and Nightmare tends to comfort him often.

8.

They have playful fights, where they don't intend to hurt each other and just fight for the sake of playfulness.

9.

Ink ALWAYS watches cartoons with Nightmare and Nightmare enables him because he knows that Ink literally can't watch anything BUT cartoons because they're far away from reality. They have watched Steven Universe, Gravity Falls, The Amazing World of Gumball and they have repeated each cartoon 4-5 times [not in the same day, they watch like 3 episodes per day]. Nightmare is more than happy to see Ink so happy over something so small.

10.

They call each other and chat for HOURS just to hear each other's voices and Ink sorta got attached to Nightmare and always want him to be with him

Thanks for the request!! This was fun to do!

[gaylordscooter]

logofthehebmultivese: ENTRY HELP

im writing this down tottally calmly and

yknow what im not even going to do a bit

so fresh is currently in my general vicinity and normally ink and i would get the fuck out of there immediately. GUESS WHERE INK IS??

OR SHOULD I WRITE FRESH INK? GOD THIS IS SO GREAT AND AWESOME IM GLAD IT'S HAPPIENING

so im hiding until dream senses my anguish and decides to head over.

i didnt even know he COULD infect ink on the account of NO SOUL.

then again, no one knows how he does it.

i just realized i haven't written an entry on fresh yet. the lack of info on him is exactly why.

basic gist: parasite-virus kind of deal. there's a "main" host which more often than not is what people are referring to when they say "fresh". little known fact unless you've encountered him. he's a hive-mind. and i wouldve appreciated a warning from ink instead of finding that out MYSELF

when he infects someone, they become a "lesser" host which the main host draws magic from.

now i said—

i hear him

.

[there's a bunch of illegible scribbles]

ok. he walked away my hiding spot's good. seems like all those times i played hide n seek with my brother paid off...

so as i was writing, i call him a parasite-virus now im no biologist (unlike most sanses i majored in psychology, and i totally got my degree, yeah) so i dont know how accurate of a term that is but it sounds right to me because he's a parasite (that resides in a main host) that spreads a virus (that infects people and allows him to control them and draw power from).

and no one knows how he infects people. i dont know if it's airborne, through touch, magic-related no one knows. the logical conclusion tends to be through close proximity but even then who knows what he does to spread the virus.

it might have something to do with those shades that all of them wear

did i mention this very dangerous thing larps as a dude from the 90's. it would be funny if it weren't for everything else. did i mention he's emitting music from the 90's right now and that's how ive been able to tell when he's near? (i can never listen to wannabe by the spice girls the same ever again)

hang on

ink seems to be wasting all his paint. i know what he's trying to do. he still has some control

his paint is more viscous than usual, it's clumping together in gross globs. i think something's in it

it's distracting fresh. i think he's trying to calm him down. failing, of course, ink doesn't listen to anyone (except well, the creators)

the virus targets the soul. ink doesn't have a soul so the next best thing is his paint

now people think when he runs out of paint he becomes a lifeless husk and

thats not. that's exactly what happens

but give him paint again he'll be back to normal, that's my job, sometimes. it's not formally my job, ink wouldn't want to depend on someone to that degree but the few times it's happened—im getting off track

there's paint everywhere and im trying my hardest to not touch any of it. there's petals in it, gross is that what fresh uses? petals or flowers?

hang on ink just slapped fresh with his scarf i need to sketch this out

im not that good at drawing. i'll ask ink to do a true artist's interpretation of this.

oh my god he knocked his glasses off. oh my god that's a huge ass flower in his sockets. that

ok it's time to go

[pjunicornart]

Papercut (Reclaimed)

I've decided to reclaim Papercut for the fandom! Here's the explanation.

Papercut (a Fell variant of Paperjam) was originally created by the person who created PJ's Daycare and NaJ. I'm not name dropping them because... I just don't want to. Anyway, the creator (if you know you know) is not a great person. I believe fandoms can reclaim characters from people who were less than role models. Now, a QnA under a cut:

Doesn't Paperjam already have a Fell variant? Yes. They already have a canon Fell and Swap variant if I'm remembering correctly. That being said, this is what I propose for Papercut: He's a completely original variant away from the Fell labeling. He's from a universe where he was named Papercut instead of Paperjam. Outside influences made him edgy instead of it just being his nature.

What did you change about Cut's design? For starters, I made his design less "rule of cool" and more practical. Admittedly some of the AU Sans designs I think are bad because they follow too heavily on the rule of cool. His outfit ties into his new story. Plus, if I'm going to draw him again, I want his design to be simple. Second, I desaturated the color palette, except for around his face. I kept the "hairstyle" Cut had, because I think it makes him stand out compared to other Sanses.

What's his lore? Currently I'm going for a troubled teen angle. Gets mixed up with the wrong crowds, been in and out of juvie, that type of thing. He's clearly hurting, but his environment and home life make it worse and hard for him to stabilize his life. Speaking of his home life, Ink and Error are NOT his parents... creators... people. They don't even exist in this AU. Instead, his parents are two completely different people who will NOT be classified as Sanses. These two people are one of the many reasons for Cut's rebellious persona.

What are some specific details about Cut? He's 17, a cis boy (amab), and pronouns he/him. Because he's been suspended and put into juvie a lot, his formal education is lacking. He can read and write just fine, but he won't be able to answer questions about history or sex ed. If his parents cared, they'd realize he needs serious help in this regard. But they only care about themselves and making sure he's out of the way. He's been arrested for minor crimes - Theft, vandalism, and misdemeanors. His vandalism is graffiti, of which he is quite skilled. His graffiti includes the usual stuff (tagging and such), but also political and artistic pieces. He thinks he's only into girls.

Does he have any powers? Yes, but he's not especially powerful or skilled with them. He can control paint fairly well since graffiti art has given him practice with it. He got this power from his mom. His other natural born ability is a blade only he can summon. This is something he inherited from his dad's side of the family. All the men on this side have their own unique blades. His is a dagger with a serrated blade for a ripping flesh effect. As for learned abilities: Teleportation (short distances), Healing (can't heal major wounds, but he can heal a bruise), and various stat boosters (attack, defense, and speed - minor changes). He's not particularly powerful because he hasn't taken the time to learn his abilities.

Will his story have anything to do with The Playground? We'll see. His story is still in the early stages of being fleshed out, so things are definitely subject to change. However, if he were to be in The Playground, he would become Playjam's third little brother.

Since he's technically not a Fell variant, could he be put into RNaJ? Yeah, he definitely could! He'd probably skip class and hang out alone. Maybe smoke a joint or two. Very confrontational and rude at first, but if you tolerated him enough he might open up a little. His vulnerability will be layered under tons of jokes, though.

Outfits, roleplay, and fan stuff? Outfits: I don't have any more at the moment, but if you wanna design some, be my guest. Roleplay: I'm down to roleplay as him, but you can also rp as him if you wish. I'm not gonna police you about it. Fan stuff: Everything is pretty loosey-goosey right now, sooo... go nuts.

Any more questions I didn't address can be sent to my ask box!

[coolingrosa]

Came back from school to see my question got answered ^^ And now instead of studying for my exams which are this week I will be doing this instead >:3

When i say they feel distant i mean like they seem to argue alot like when Error was refusing to help watch Killer Nightmare felt the need to guilt trip (idk if thats the right word) him in order to get him to help. It doesnt feel like they trust each other very much based on this interaction alone. Even at the two arguments, I noticed that Nightmare was continually provoking Error.

Few other questions: I remember reading another question and the end of ur answer was smth like "Killer clings to Nightmare and Cross clings to Error" I wonder if thats still canon cuz idk when you answered👀

How will Error be related to the gang like will he just be someone who hangs around them or smth? Will he make more appearances in future chapters?

Unrelated to RoseVerse but what is ur otp and other fav ships, what about your fav character from the undertale aus. ( I think u can tell who is my fav character from my questions cant believe my pookie didnt win Tumblr sexyman)

Also you got any tips for drawing and writing and some resources with which u learned and would recommend? Thanks in advance :) I will tell you once more how much i love your work. If you ever get burnt out, please remember its okay to take a break. I wish you the best for college. Sorry if this was a bit long. Love from India <333

-From the one person who said you were the reason that they said started writing and drawing on stream

1. Unfortunately, yeah, even if they are close by technically, it doesn’t mean they are heathy. They are kinda like childhood friends who have grown into different people but still cling out of convenience and remaining love. If they met as adults, they wouldn’t get along, but they have history to them. They know how to push each other’s buttons, and since they have no one else to fight with without the fear of losing them, they target one another. That’s where their trust comes in, as they are the only people on the whole multiverse that they have. Sure, they are passing friends with Reaper, especially Error, but neither trust him enough to be themselves. They both know the other will never leave, so both can be utter assholes to one another, and taunt to get it out of their systems. It’s not healthy and it’s built upon their grief and subconscious blame towards each other and themselves after losing Ink.

They are in a bitter stage of their lives right now. One day, they’ll get back to who they use to be. For now, there’s only hints thru Killer’s perspective.

2. Error and Cross are parallels to Nightmare and Killer, and that’s all I can rlly say until Cross’s chapters. But yes, that’s still canon.

3. Error will have full chapters dedicated to him in the future! He’s not officially apart of the bad sanses, and is more of an ally to Nightmare as he doesn’t care for the other bad sanses besides Cross and Horror (who don’t come in until much later)

4. LOL I LOVE ERROR TOO! I’ve made jokes about how he’s my husband and I even jokingly got a body pillow of him to match with best friend irl mil_leon on tiktok. He will win this year….trust…

However, he isn’t my favorite! My favorite is core frisk, and ppl used to call me that as a joke and as a nickname!

I have four OTPS, actually. BlackCoffee (reaper and Ccino), ColorKiller (rainbowknife), Errormare, and Drink. Shockingly, Errormare isn’t my favorite. DRINK is. I absolutely adore Drink with everything in me and if I ever see art of it I will kick my feet, and scream with joy. I have multiple analyses about them just IN MY DOCS bout how perfect they are for one another but that’s the story for another day.

Some others I really enjoy tho are BloodMoon (Geno and Nightmare), Crink, Horrorfarm, lowkey Dustswap BUT IN A VERY SPECIFIC WAY AND NOT IN THE OLD FANDOM WAY THWY HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE GOOD GUYS PPL JUST WRITE IT SUPER WEIRD, CrossxKiller (only bc my gf and I relate to them!), and Driller!

5. I really recommend binge watching ginjanijaowo and their speedpaints and character design videos! June taught me a LOT about character design and watching them draw inspires me a lot. I also suggest doing ugly arm up sketches before each important project to get the rust off! Don’t limit urself to only one anatomy technique- as I’ve tried every single one in existence and still developed my own. Drawing is all about finding what works for YOU and sometimes, the big popular artists techniques just won’t. Like… doing the gesture line is a very important part of the process….that I will never do LOL

However, giving art advice is tricky as it’s easier to focus on one aspect you want help on so the artist ur asking can focus their advice better! Like asking about anatomy, drawing heads, animatics, story boarding, etc! I wouldn’t mind doing any tutorials for those types of questions!

6. And thank you so much <333 I’m glad I could inspire you to make amazing things, and I really hope I’m able to stream again. Unfortunately, as I type this, my roommates are watching a movie on full volume and it’s bleeding thru the door, so until I can find time…with them gone LOL I cannot @_@ I’m trying tho!! I miss interacting with you all

[annaraebananawriter]

Because I Wanted That Brother

Yellow there everyone! It’s your favorite Dreamtale angst author back at it again with another oneshot centered around Dream Sans and his conflicted feelings over Nightmare being happier with his gang that he was with his own brother. 

This is inspired partly by Dreemurr-Skelememer’s Dreamtale tweets/posts and inspired partly by that one TikTok of Ink and Dream with that one Good Place audio that’s like “Why can’t you accept that [Nightmare’s] living a good life? That he’s changed?” “Because I wanted that Brother!”. You know that TikTok? I’m going to assume your do. If you don’t, I think you still get the idea.

I wrote this all in one sitting, so if there’s any spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes, that’ll be why. But I do genuinely like it and I hope you do as well! Be sure to let me know! 

Happy reading!!

Fandom: Undertale/UTMV

Characters:   Dream, Nightmare (Who belong to Joku), Ink (Who belongs to Comyet), and mentioned Bad Sanses and mentioned Blue (Who belongs to P0pcornPr1nce)

Warnings:  Anxiety, light self-hate, implied abuse from villagers, and I think that’s it. Let me know!

Summary: “While hanging out with Ink, Dream notices Nightmare and his gang hanging out one time outside of battle. He watches them for a bit and has a few realizations during a talk with Ink. (UTMV, Dream Sans Centric)”

Word Count: 3159

~oOo~

Ink had wanted to go to an AU and sketch some things. Blue was busy doing things in his AU, so Dream is the one Ink dragged along on this adventure. He isn’t complaining that much, it was rather relaxing. He was just also tired from working for hours yesterday and had originally planned to use this one rare free nothing-to-do-at-all day he had to sleep. But Ink convinced him to come, and he was glad for it.

They spend a couple of hours roaming around the forest for a couple of specific spots Ink had found a few days ago. Of course, because Ink already forgot how to find them, they get lost a few times, but they do manage to find them after some scouring. Dream dozes off a bit at the first location, and almost does at the second one, mostly wavering between zoning out and sleeping. After the third one, though, they got hungry and they teleport to a different AU for some food, a break before they went to the other AU Ink wanted to sketch in.

Once they get their food, Ink stares at Dream for a bit before silently taking out his sketchbook. He tries to ask what he was drawing, but Ink stays tight-lipped about it. It became apparent what he was drawing after the crown was finished, though, and Dream blushes a bit as he realizes Ink was drawing him.

Ink glances up and smirks at him, shooting him a wink. He rolls his eyes and chuckles. Dream sips at his drink and glances up, immediately making eye contact with Nightmare.

He freezes.

Nightmare freezes as well, eye socket widening slightly. He’s on the other side of the street, with a couple members of his gang. He assumes the other two have gone off somewhere. Maybe to get some food? Like what Ink and he did. The other two members of his gang haven’t noticed them. They stay locked in the staring contest for a minute.

He slowly sets his drink down. He fidgets a bit, warring with himself. A big part of him wants to jump up and run across the street, say hi, and start talking. This is a rare moment where they’re not fighting each other, and clearly not planning to any time soon. He wants to take advantage of it and try and talk to Nighty civically, but what would he even say? It’s been years since they’ve had an entire conversation. What does Nighty even like anymore? Does he still like reading? Can he even start a conversation with a question about reading? Or should he be more generic and talk about the weather first?

He doesn’t know.

But he does know this staring contest is getting awkward fast. Should he go over and say something? It really feels like he should. But he can’t bring himself to. What if Nightmare doesn’t want him to come over? What if he gets mad at him for talking to him like they aren’t enemies? He doesn’t want to be the reason Nighty had a bad day. Maybe he should just look away and pretend he didn’t notice him. But what if that makes him upset? What if he thinks he was annoyed to see him and came over here to confront him about it? He really didn’t want to confront anyone right now.

What to do, what to do…

Before he can make a concrete decision, Nightmare seems to break free of whatever he was thinking and his stare sharpens into a harsh glare. His tentacles flick angrily behind him. Dream flinches and finds his mouth open on its own—what it wants to say he has no clue—and he forces it closed, teeth clicking together. His brother rolls his eyes in annoyance and turns his back on him, tuning in on the conversation Dust and Killer were having.

Dream continues his staring, a guilty taste in his mouth, even though he isn’t exactly sure what he did wrong. A bitter voice in his head tells him he did nothing wrong, that this was purely on Nightmare and his childish feelings. He decides to neither agree nor disagree with it.

Dust mentions something that makes Killer laugh. He smirks and nudges Nightmare in pride. He seems to ask a question. Nightmare rolls his eyes again and sighs, answering. Whatever he said makes the two laugh, hard. They lean against each other as they laugh, and his brother watches them with fondness, shaking his head. His tentacles are the most relaxed he’s ever seen them. He finds himself leaning forward, as if trying to soak in everything he’s seeing. It’s the first time he’s ever seen his brother like this outside of battle. It’s…nice.

It's bittersweet.

There’s that feeling again, the one that says he’s intruding on something, even if he was in the AU first and isn’t with his brother’s group. He wishes he was, though. He wishes the gang didn’t exist and it was just him and Nightmare and Nighty actually liked him. He wishes they were the ones hanging out together, laughing and talking and being brothers and…just, all of that. It’s something he wishes about a lot, and he always feels bad, because he likes the gang and the way they’re his brother’s friends, and clearly he trusts them a lot more than he trusts Dream, and it’s good that he trusts someone. He glad. He is.

He’s just also…not.

He pulls his legs onto the chair, hugging his knees. He can’t seem to look away. There’s a knot in his chest that only worsens when he thinks about it, and so he makes himself keep looking. He must stay like that for a long time.

“They look happy.”

Dream jumps a bit, looking over his shoulder. Ink looks away from Nightmare and his gang and faintly smiles at him, lowering his sketchpad. It looks almost complete. How long had he been staring at his brother, thinking about things he couldn’t change?

He swallows, looking away. “They do.” His gaze is drawn back to them as if hypnotized.

Cross and Killer have returned with nice creams, one for everyone that wanted one. Killer gets a bit too excited and one of them drops to the floor. Cross, who had dropped it because of him, stares at it on the floor in despair. It must’ve been Dust’s because now he’s glaring at Killer and lunges for him before he finishes apologizing. The shriek is heard from where they’re sitting. Before Dust can do anything major, though, Nightmare grabs him around the waist with a tentacle and separates the two.

He seems to be scolding them, handing some money to Horror for a replacement nice cream, but a faint spark of amusement wavers in the air around him. It’s so faint that, with all the other positive emotions around, Dream wouldn’t have usually noticed it. But because he’s watching closely, he picks up on it instantly, and the frown on his face twists into a grimace.

Ink shifts beside him. “You don’t look happy.”

It’s a gentle observation.

It feels like a reprimand.

Dream inhales. He lowers his legs off of the chair and sets his hands in his lap, interlocking his fingers and holding them tightly. “I’m glad that Nighty’s happy. I am. I’m really glad about that,” he says, the words carefully picked and formed.

Ink’s quiet.

They both watch as Horror returns with the fresh nice cream and Dust takes it, hunching over it as if to shield it from Killer, who rolls his eyes and says something that makes Dust glare at him. Killer continues and Dust starts ignoring him, talking with Cross, who seems to be fighting down his laughter. He’s not succeeding very well. Nightmare has taken out his phone and is occupied with that while Horror finally starts enjoying his own nice cream with a content smile.

Ink turns to Dream, tilting his head. “…But?”

Dream looks at him for a moment and looks back to his hands. There’re hundreds of small scars and scratches covering the bone. A far cry from how smooth they used to be when he was a little kid. “…But, I…” he starts, and pauses, sighing. He scrubs his face. “Stars, I hate myself for it, but I-I’m…resentful of the fact that he’s happy without me.” It’s a relief to get the words out. There’s a beat of silence before he continues. “It just…hurts. And I know I can’t change that, and I should really just be happy for him, that’s it, nothing else to it, but I can’t. I just can’t.”

There’s some laughter coming from Nightmare’s table. He wants to look but wills himself not to, which is made harder when he hears the low chuckle of his brother joining in, almost drowned out by the others. His hands twitch, loosening for a moment. He tightens his hold and steadies himself with a breath.

This conversation was steadily veering off into a topic he preferred not to think about too much. It made him feel too many complex emotions that he didn’t want to untangle, even though he’d have to eventually.

And Ink knows this. Dream has explained it briefly before and that was the end of it. They haven’t talked about it since. It was just the combination of being so close to Nightmare, neither of them looking for a fight for once, and just existing in the same universe together and having Ink, his friend that seems to know his emotions better than himself—and that was especially ironic, considering he was one of the two guardians of emotions—with him. This combination seemed to be the perfect reason to start untangling that knot and he tried to keep his hands out of the mess, but it was getting futile.

“How come?” Ink asks, looking back at the table. He seems to have abandoned his sketchpad for now, leaving it lying open on the table, Dream’s portrait staring blankly up at nothing. “He looks really happy over there. He’s even laughing at something one of his boys said. He’s smiling. He seems to have some good friends and is one himself. Heck, he might even be a good parent to them. You’ve seen how they act together during fights. He clearly loves them and they love him.”

With each fact Ink lists, the tighter his grip becomes until his fingers start going numb. He forces himself to let go and rubs his hands on his pants, getting the tingling sensation out.

Ink looks back at him, a knowing look in his eyes. “Why can’t you accept that?”

And there it was, the golden question.

Dream inhales again, sharply, and there’s a croak of something that wants to resemble words. He clears his throat and tries again. “Because—” he bites down on the word quickly, realizing it came out too loud. A few people around them glance over in question and he waits until they lose interest to continue, lowering his voice. He forces it to remain steady; at least, he tries to. “Because I wanted that! I-I wanted this version of my brother that freely expresses himself. The version that loves and smiles and laughs and is happy. But he wasn’t like that with me. He used to, but then those smiles and laughs grew rarer and I didn’t even notice until it was too late.”

The truth seems to come out fast now that his wall has cracked. He closes his eyes, shaking his head. His chest is tight. Something in him is reeling from the words coming out of him, as if they were being said by a stranger and revealing something it didn’t want to ever be true and knows is true.

He wants to stop talking and yet he doesn’t. It’s shameful, but it’s relieving to say all of this. And Ink, the bastard he is, seems to know this, as he keeps quiet and listens without judgement. What has Dream ever done to deserve a friend like this? It’s so unfair.

He takes a breath. “And then, hundreds of years later, I can’t go anywhere near my brother without him glaring at me and insulting me and-and it—” He scowls to himself, reworking things. He wants to say all of this before anything else breaks or builds and he finds himself feeling things he shouldn’t be feeling so close to his brother, who would no doubt sense it. “I wanted the brother that cares for me, the one that I care for. And because I never got that, seeing him act this way with pretty much strangers, it just feels…it feels like I was never worth changing for. I was never worth healing for and growing for. I was never…”

Something blurs his vision and he blinks, words dying off. He hastily wipes at his eyes and there’s a screech of a chair being moved roughly, arms wrapping around him without a word. In gratitude, he buries his head in Ink’s shoulder and takes a moment to steady his thoughts, regaining his grip on his soul and any unnecessary feelings.

Dream’s mind seems adamant on taking him back to the first few years out of his stone prison, when he was constantly being overwhelmed by the changes in environment and people and, well, really just everything. He was far more unstable then, confused and frustrated over not understanding anything and having to actively fight his brother without holding back, pressure from everyone around him to adapt fast and learn and just accept things already. It had taken years until he was taught by Ink to not let them see him break down, to hide when he didn’t get something, whether that be the latest piece of technology or meme or whatever, and to go along with everything, regardless of how he felt. He had taken the advice with a grain of salt, knowing it was easier for Ink than it would be for him, but he still found it to be the best advice he’d received because it actually helped.

He was looking back and cringing on a few of his moments of cluelessness, but he was mostly focused on how he observed his brother in battle, the way he grew to learn about how his brother changed while defending himself from tentacles aimed for his soul. It had started with an offhanded comment from Dust, something said in the middle of the casual conversation he usually had with Killer and Horror, and Nightmare immediately honed in and scolded him for it, and the words were almost exactly the same as a moment from their past, except that one had Dream on the receiving end of the scolding, not an observer. Watching that happen, seeing how Dust snorted and waved him off with another remark, something so similar to what he used to do, made him feel like an intruder.

And wasn’t that an odd feeling, to feel like an intruder while watching your brother act like he used to with someone that wasn’t you? It happened more and more and every time he felt like he was being replaced, slowly being written out of Nighty’s memories and turned into a stranger who was nothing but an enemy. He could do nothing about it, either, just hold his bow tighter and shove down the feeling.

In the numerous fights since then, the feeling has only gotten worse. The gang is notorious for joking and conversing while fighting. So many of the conversations and their dynamics with Nighty get too familiar. And it’s even worse when you remember that he can feel how fond his brother is of their antics; the hint of nostalgia mixed in there feels like a slap on the face.

Ink starts to pull away and he lets him, exhaling slowly. He makes the mistake of glancing away and meets Nightmare’s gaze, whose eyelight was fixed on their table, a frown on his face, though Dream knew he was more confused than worried. He quickly looked back at Ink, choosing to ignore it.

He continues.

“If Nightmare had already begun to heal from the villagers in our AU while I was trapped in stone, and if he never thought about me once during that whole time, and if he is in a good place now…it means that I made mistakes that I can never be forgiven for. It means that the mistakes I berate myself for, that everything I shame myself for is true. I’m not a good brother and I need to be more aware of my friends, and catch when something is wrong before they even realize it. Because if I don’t, and if the past repeats itself, then something is fundamentally wrong with me and I can’t change that.”

And if Nightmare is better off with his gang, if that’s truly what was always meant to happen, Dream can’t help but be angry at that. Because why? What has the gang done to deserve his brother? Why do they get to have the loving, content version of Nightmare while he, his own brother, the one he grew up with and survived the village with, gets nothing but hostility? What has he done to condemn himself to this loneliness while they get to frolic and be happy together?

It's not fair. It just wasn’t.

Dream isn’t claiming to be a good person. He’s made mistakes, bad ones, ones he’ll always regret. But doesn’t he deserve to try and make things right with his brother? Doesn’t he deserve the chance to say sorry and not have Nightmare scoff in his face and tell him he’s lying? It wasn’t like Nightmare never hurt him. They’ve both hurt each other. They deserve the chance to heal and grow and continue being brothers, this time with a better understanding of one another.

He misses Nightmare so much that it hurts. He’s only been out of stone for a small fraction of the time that his brother has had to get used to being without him. He understands that Nighty won’t feel this way to the extent that it feels like he’s missing a limb, but Dream does. It’s a shade lighter from how it started, but it’s still obvious in the way he acts and the way he thinks. It’ll probably stay that way for a long, long time, and during then, his brother will only drift further away from him, living his best life without him.

Without Dream.

“If Nightmare has truly changed, that means he was always capable of change. And that means I was just never worth changing for.” Dream swallows, meeting Ink’s gaze. His friend looks sympathetic. He appreciates it, even if it’s for something Ink will never truly understand. “And that hurts, Ink. It just hurts.”

[melaton1nx]

How does flare sans react to the bad boy sans? Does he hate them all? Does he get along with everyone? Who is he chill with? Mb for all the questions I look forward to drawing them all together in the future!!

(i wouldve drawn this but as of right now im just a bit tired and not in the drawing mood)

since flare is in the bad sanses group, he considers everyone there really close (to nightmare, kind of like family, but he wont admit that to anyone at all)

he finds them all dearly and quite hilarious to be with, and that they ‘keep him alert and active’

however, he hates killer. he finds him.. really annoying.

he finds dust more relatable and safe to speak things to, considering the fact that their stories and backgrounds are almost alike (and hes more mature than horror and killer, but still chaotic nevertheless)

not sure if error and cross are considered as part of nightmare’s gang as well, but if they are then flare ADORES error and his role in the multiverse, and looks up to him as someone ‘inspirational’

when it comes to cross, flare shows his more.. ‘childish and chaotic’ side. idk, cross just allows him to be more ‘free’, maybe bc he hangs out more with dream n ink, idk

[geniusteamofficial]

GENIUS TEAM NEWS #002

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Hello @everyone, It's GeniusTeam!

We are presenting you the concept of our character!

- Name: Sunny Skellington Age: 21 Height: 5,3ft AU: The Aftermath (Unannounced; Ereizerteam) -

Sprites by @ereizer_star

Hello people, it's Sunny! - Hi! My name is Sunny, Skellington. Age 21. I'm the sister of Jay, Darkie, Drowsy and Distie! He-he, I'm really proud of my little brother, he is a big hero!… Ahem, anyways.. About me, huh? Well, I'm just a girl who wants to get her boy. I'm the volunteer in veterinary clinic, a doctor. I'm trying to draw my own artworks but meh… I don't think I can earn much from this. I love running and always take my doggie on a walk. Hah, I can't even stand on the ground when he starts runnin'! Yes Sparky? Oww, you're big, big noisy bone doggie, aww… Don't be scared, he doesn't bite, well… Until I'll say.)

Why the skeleton girl? - Agh, are you kidding? What you haven't seen before? You don't like my breasts, my breech or you just don't like I'm actually a sightly skeleton girl and I'm looking like Sans? What are you lookin' at now?! The fact that I'm a skeleton does not mean that I can't be just a beautiful girl! What?.. cringe?.. Screw you! What a lustful and rude person you are…

What does she like? - Ooh! There is a LOT of things I like! I like pets, peonies, videogames, movies (especially something really epic like the Pirates of the Caribbean), cool clothes, jazz, rock, metal, blues, classic, electronics, anime, strawberries, watermelons, mango, art, chocolate, cute boys with beard and muscles when they are talkin' to their little fluffy lazy pets oww… AND! The most important. I love my big family! My four brothers, my two cute nieces, and my coolest friends.

Her family? - Oh! There are four brothers and me in the Skellington family. Yeah, the most of them are Sanses, who cares. It was a long time ago and we don't actually care about it. Papsie is really cool with his heroic history, his girlfriend, Chara, always helps me in every trifle, but he always gets depressed when something goes really wrong. I can understand him, he's workin' with The Guardians, it tires even him. Jay is mean, agh… I can't hate him, he's my older brother, but sometimes he pisses me off. I can't say this about the oldest brother, Darkie. Heh, his daughter is cute and she is so shy… Drowsy is a Rainthenn, his daughter is such a princess I must say. How old are they?.. 18 years. Why are you lookin' at me like this? They're adopted, no one hides this fact. I don't see anything wrong here. Seriously, stop. They're good dads, come on. I don't care they're adopted, they're still my nieces.

[raining-asteroids]

It's kinda a mix between shipping and the slendermansion thing (I'll creepypasta ♡) I enjoy their dynamics and since i joined the fandom they were always there. Seeing them fight, kiss, talk and all was always fun.

I like seeing the star sanses because Dream, ink, and Swap all have different ideals but in the end, want the best. Ink has knowledge of the creators' existence so he feels like he should play the game with other "characters" & is amazed by all creativity. He is fun and exciting, he sees things completely differently, and he knows the most about aus, he could help his team move around and he knows all the kinks of the multiverse! He can fight in many ways and jumps around alot, his blasters (they are so cute

>~(＾▽＾)~>) , I imagine he is long distance fighting most of the times but he can do hands on to some extent.

Dream is a heartbroken guy who has been shoved into a fight with the only thing he had left (besides neil) from his home turned into a demon, and he wants to be a good person, in fact he is, it's just so much + the world Relies on him being alive to feel happy. He is so much weaker and is traumatized, but despite all he still wants to help people. He seems to get close to people fighting (small swords) and moves very fast.

Swap Is a guy who wants to join the royal guard to help people and be popular, and Dream & ink offer him something amazing, helping so many more people in so many places. It may be jarring at first seeing 100s of 1,000s of you but you get used to it, depending on his hp (whether it's 1hp or more) he could help in a lot of different ways. + he's probably one of the only ones that can engage In a battle! (So far I don't know if Dream or Ink know/can engage in turn-based battles, I think it's cool if they don't and just fight hands-on) & he can be a great moral support for the team.

(And it's fun to add honorary members or people whi are just friends of blue to help out every now in then (classic, fell, lust, swapfell, fellswap yk) )

I love how they mesh together, in angst & fluff it's so fun, they all have their problems but at the end of the day they are good people, and they try their best. Dream is their leader (though I imagine Ink used to be the leader but let Dream take on the role) & he organizes. Ink draws out their plans & makes/gets things for them. Blue Is good muscles & a strategist, he Is very good with crosswords to be fair. & They all love/care for eachother!

For the bad sanses I like the unconventional crazy group.

Nightmare, who is just doing everything willy-nilly for fun because why the hell not & he loops people on for a nice constant source of Negativity, miserable, scared & angry monsters. He finds them funny, seeing himself as higher, sending them on frivolous missions of misery that he could've done himself. And he delves into more understanding of others in his way as time progresses.

Killer who thinks he deserves no autonomy most of the time hanging around, he gets to move about, collect research, and mostly do what he wants, though sometimes he's not even sure what that is. He's rough, & sarcastic, rude, and jokey (with jokes that aren't good), Jolly, & scared & only has himself & Nightmare really (not particularly good but cool nonetheless) & adding on more characters. Horror & dust having their own goals & them all being looped into proximity for so long where they seem melded together in a way. & Cross if he's on the bad guys side being noticeable different but idk how to explain it, I adore seeing their dynamics, fighting & having fun. From killing people for the shit of it, to doing unintentional therapy by living childlike or whismically, watching silly movies, doing random crafts & anything in Nightmare's enormous castle that holds centuries of NM testing and trying, living & bringing in cultures, trying foods from different aus and cities they never knew existed on the surface, & all sorts. Them being together, isn't the healthiest but I like to imagine it's comfortable at least!

Their relationships coming from torturous to learning how to be people/monsters with eachother, maybe through broken red lenses but at least they can see, and that's a start.

hey gang im gonna run a real quick test. why do you like the star/bad sanses?

in like 7 months you’ll know the answer for why im asking this

[kalitheinksimp]

More about Kali (and some *new characters)

*These characters aren't new at all in terms of existence, and have existed for... quite some time.

So, this is my character Kali!

Art credit: myself

She is my self insert character I use to interact with my faves, and represents me.

But do I have a story about her? Yes, actually-

In the original story i made years ago (which is now lost to time) she was a character who, like Ink and Error, did not have an original au and existed in doodlesphere somewhere (how did she get there? I think she was part of an au originally but.. don't remember what happened but she's there now-)

Which is where aus come in. There are a few alternative stories I've made with her.

The simple one, where she's still in the doodlesphere and hangs out with Ink. They have that "best friends or couples? Can't tell cause of how close they are" sort of relationship

The harem one (which I've written a whole fic about, still continuing but is private) about a few of au sanses having feelings for her with a pinch of yandere

The family one, which I will explain here-

As it might be obvious by the name, i have made a family with the skeleton.

What family? Well-

Meet Amaryllis!

^art with watermark to not be stolen/reposted

She was the first daughter that existed since early 2021, but originally didn't have a name. She wasn't even actually ment to be a long lasting character, but now she definitely is.

About her:

Other than what is already on the sheet, here's some points-

She is first born child (more on that later)

She can come off as creepy to people she meets, because she tends to stare at anything new to her.

She also spaces out and stares at the ground when other's attention is not on her.

Rarely talks to new people, as she doesn't know how to socialize yet. She however does talk like any other 5 year old with her family.

She has a liking for fluffy things.

She is more similar to her mother.

And Hibiscus!-

^still watermarked

She's the one who's pretty recent, and was made in October 2022

About her-

Despite being made after Amary, she's the older sister.

She's much more mature for her age, and knows it.

She has the main goal of wanting to protect her family, and she's willing to do anything to keep them safe.

She takes fighting lessons from her father, and has learnt bone magic, and can even summon her own gaster blaster.

She has super strength! The effects of which depend on her determination.

She loves to play with Amary, and is always by her side.

That's pretty much it about them enough to get an idea on what they're like...i think.

So, how were they made?

Irl wise: Amary was made when I wanted to try something out, but the character i already had were not suitable for trying it. So i somehow decided to make her on the spot!

Hibiscus was made after i thought that living alone in the doodlesphere with perents with little consistent friends would make Amary feel alone, so she was the result. I'm still surprised at how everything came together so nicely!

Cannon story wise: now, what fun would it be if you were married to a multi-universal god person with the ability to make things real by drawing them, and still made children the traditional way?

Basically, Amary and Hibi were brought into the world by Kali drawing their appearance and giving them personality, and Ink bring them to life!

That's all for now, until next time i simp!(which won't be long)

Og Ink sans belongs to @comyet

Every other character mentioned belongs to me!

[owlheartt]

Hey guys guess who finally finished chapter 4 of Star Sanses Extended? Anyways this chapter is called Lunch & a Game

Ch 1 on AO3 this chapter on AO3

Perhaps Papyrus should’ve picked a game he was more familiar with. As it turns out, Munchkin was… a competitive game. To put it lightly.

“I place a curse on Ink.” Error announced, grinning. Dream brought his hand up to his face and massaged the bridge of his nose.

“Error, first of all, you want to save your curses until the end of the game-” Dream began.

“I’ve changed my mind. I curse Dream.” Error said, his grin switching to a scowl.

“ERROR, PERHAPS YOU COULD SAVE THE CURSE CARD FOR WHEN YOU’RE MAD AT SOMEONE, OR WHEN YOU CAN WIN.” Papyrus suggested.

“Yea, and I’m mad at Dream.” Error said, giving Papyrus a “duh” look. Error was exhausting.

“Alright. What’s the curse.” Dream said, sighing. Error held up a card, facing Dream. Papyrus leaned over a bit so he could read it too. ‘Curse! Lose the Footgear You Are Wearing’. Papyrus threw a glance at the cards on the table in front of Dream. None of them were even Armor, much less Footgear. Dream glanced down too, his golden eyelights flitting to his cards then back to Error. “You do realize that I-”

“I don’t fucking care! You’re cursed!” Error snapped. Dream took a deep breath (his 10th in the 4 minutes they’d been setting up) and took the curse. Then he dropped it in the discard pile, maintaining eye-contact with Error.

“Fantastic.” Dream said in a honey-coated voice. “That there was the effects of the curse. Ink! Your turn!” Error was visibly stumped (Papyrus could’ve sworn there was a little loading button in front of his face), then Ink distracted them.

“I KICK DOWN THE DOOR!!!” Ink yelled, slamming his hands on the ground in front of him. One eyelight was an orange target and the other was a blindingly gold star. At least Ink was enjoying this game. Dream reached out and flipped a card at the top of the deck, revealing a monster card.

‘Level 16 - Hippogriff’ the top read. Ink’s bravado snapped away.

“Hey Dream..?” Ink said.

“...Yes?”

“What level am I?”

“1.”

“Oh.” Ink scrunched up his face with one eye light turning a sky blue question mark. “Does that mean I lose?”

“If you stick around to fight it, then yes, you’ll lose.” Dream explained as patiently as he could. “But there’s an option to run away. Look, right below its name, it says ‘Will not pursue anyone of Level 3 or below,’ Paper, could you check to see the rules for fleeing?”

“OF COURSE FRIEND!” Papyrus snached up the rules and opened up the paper. Let’s see… Fighting Multiple Monsters, Asking For Help, there! Running Away. “IF NOBODY WILL HELP YOU…”

“Just read how to run away, please.” Dream said.

“ROLL THE DIE. YOU ONLY ESCAPE ON A 5 OR BETTER.” Papyrus looked up at Ink. He was juggling the dice.

“Squid!” Error snapped, causing Ink to drop one of the dice in his eye socket.

“Yes?” Ink said politely.

“Roll the fucking die.”

“Ok!” Ink grinned, setting the rest of the dice down. Then he shook his skull to the point that Papyrus was worried it would come right off. After a few moments though, the die that had been dropped inside flew out of Ink’s eye socket, righteously hitting Error in the skull.

“Fucking Void, Squid!” Error said, bringing a hand up to rub the madly glitching area.

“It’s a 3, what does that mean?” Ink asked, holding up the die.

“THIS IS WHEN ‘BAD STUFF’ HAPPENS!” Papyrus said.

“Well duh,” Error said.

“NO, I MEAN THE ‘BAD STUFF’ ON THE CARD!” Papyrus explained. He put down the rules then held up the card. “YOU ARE STOMPED AND CHOMPED. DA DA DA DA, STARTING WITH THE PLAYER ON YOUR RIGHT, EACH PLAYER MAY TAKE ONE TREASURE CARD FROM IN FRONT OF YOU OR (WITHOUT LOOKING) FROM YOUR HAND.”

“Well I don’t have any Treasure cards in front of me.” Ink said.

“Wait, it says that it won’t pursue anyone of Level 3 or below- maybe that was an automatic escape for Ink,” Dream said, pointing to the part of the card he had read aloud before.

“What does it matter? Make a decision and let’s move on. I don’t want to listen to you mistakes blathering on about the rules forever.” Error said, glaring at the rule sheet discarded on the floor. Papyrus clapped, the sound muffled by his gloves.

“HOW ABOUT THIS: HOUSE RULE! IT DOES MEAN HE ESCAPED.” Papyrus smiled, proud of himself. Dream nodded distantly.

“Alright. Ink, you fled, discard the Hippogriff.” Dream said. Ink picked up the card, fumbling it a little, and moved it to the discard pile. Dream watched him, then spoke. “My turn.” He flipped over the top card, revealing a Level 2 Pit Bull.

“Whacha gonna do goldy? You’ve only got one level.” Error said, taunting. Dream sighed and pointed to a card in front of him. ‘+3 Bonus - Huge Rock’ it read.

“I have 4 Combat Strength total- I win the battle and get 1 Treasure.” Dream dropped the defeated monster in the discard pile before pulling a Treasure card. “Paper, your turn.”

The game went on like that, Error attacking the others as often as he could, Ink always having to be walked through his turn, Dream calmly directing the game (if not with a bit of spite for Error), and Papyrus simply enjoying himself. Really. Despite the seeming chaos, the cards were amusing and the interactions felt… special. He had only ever played games like this with his brother. And Sans was special and important - no doubt about it! But… now Papyrus was playing with his friends. Friends. Sure, Error was barely being civil, but he was still participating. Maybe… maybe the multiverse was Papyrus’s calling. Maybe it was where he belonged and where he would finally make friends.

After 15 minutes (give or take) Sans announced that lunch was ready. They agreed to return to the game later, then went to the kitchen where Sans was slouching next to a pot of mac and cheese. It was the cheap stuff, the kind that all you really had to do was heat up. Either way, it was good enough, and it didn’t look burnt. Papyrus snached up one of the bowls his brother had stacked and a plastic fork from the counter before remembering he was a host. Papyrus grabbed the rest of the bowls and started passing them out along with forks. Forks that looked suspiciously like Grillby’s take-out forks that Sans said he’d thrown away.

After everyone had a bowl, Sans asked Papyrus to serve while he went to get some chairs. The brothers typically ate on the couch, but they wouldn’t all fit on it, especially with the distance Error liked to keep from everyone else. Papyrus scooped mac and cheese into each bowl, though Error scowled hard enough that Papyrus just gave him a little.

“Feel free to get more when you’re done!” Papyrus said, smiling. Ink was already shoveling his lunch into his face, which made Papyrus laugh a little internally. Error took a shortcut (it mostly looked like Sans’s, but Error’s was glitchier) out of the kitchen, and Papyrus could see his scarf hanging over the couch moments later. Dream nudged Ink, gently guiding him to the table with the skeleton brothers’ pet rock as a centerpiece. Sans reappeared, dragging a few chairs that looked a bit too much for him.

Papyrus quickly dropped his mac and cheese on the table before rushing over to help his brother. The brothers set up the chairs (Dream thanking them and the two chaos bringers focusing on their lunch) before settling themselves down. Sans let out a long breath, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

“so. may i have an explanation now?” His white eyelights scanned the room, taking in his guests.

“Ah, right, I’m so sorry,” Dream said in a rush. “I’m… ah… how about we start with introductions! Hello, my name is Dream. I’m the guardian of all positive feelings in the multiverse. This is-”

“sorry buddy, did ya say ‘multiverse?’” Sans cut in.

“Did I forget to mention that bit?” Dream shot a look at Ink, seemingly reflexively. “How familiar are you with the concept of a multiverse?”

“vaguely,” Sans said, waving his hand. “a buddy of mine an’ i talk about it every now an’ then. she’s more invested than i am.”

“Yada yada there’s a multiverse yada yada this is the true timeline something something the three of us are abominations.” Error said languidly. Dream’s face went blank and he blinked in surprise (or confusion, Papyrus couldn’t tell). Sans just raised his eyebrows. Papyrus couldn’t help but feel like he’d been thrown for a loop. Abominations? True timeline? Were there… false timelines? What defined false? Papyrus just thought his home was the original, not the “only right one.”

“I- no,” Dream said, holding up a stiff hand. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “This timeline, Undertale-”

“sorry ta cut ya off buddy, but i’m just gonna grab a notebook real quick.” Sans stood up and walked over to the wall behind the TV. When he reached it, he blipped right through, before appearing again in his chair with a blue-covered notebook and a black mechanical pencil in his hands. “‘pologies, feel free to continue.”

“Right. This timeline, called Undertale- do you need me to spell that for you?”

“nope.”

“Undertale is the original. Its creator is a creature called Toby Fox, I’d recommend asking Ink if you want more details about that.”

“OOH OOH OOH!!!! Are we talking about creators?!?!?” Ink leaped up, fumbling his bowl, the mac and cheese miraculously staying inside (not that there was much left).

“Not right now, Ink,” Dream said calmly. The disappointed skeleton dropped back to his seat, the poor chair rocking a little. “All other timelines are a variation of this one, more or less. Some, specifically Error, consider it the ‘one true timeline.’”

“I’d be happy to elaborate if you numbskulls want,” Error growled. It sounded reminiscent of a cat with the added glitches.

“thanks for the offer, kiddo, but I’d like to know a bit more of what this guy has to say first. dream, ya said your name was?”

“Yes. My name is Dream. As I said, I am the guardian of positivity. This is Ink, he’s the guardian of the multiverse itself, and he helps creators. Over there is Error, he’s… this is going to sound pretty bad, the destroyer of timelines.” Dream winced. Sans glanced over to the glitching skeleton. Papyrus looked over at Error too. He was just sitting there, and he didn’t look nearly as dangerous as he had before. He was just a guy, not a deadly… er, what could he be called? Papyrus had instinctively reached for the word “psychotic,” but that would be using the term wrong. Error just had anger issues. Well, maybe he had more, but Papyrus wasn’t about to pry.

“that would explain a lot, huh,” Sans said, widening his lazy grin. “so, oh dear destroyer of timelines, why is mine still here?”

“It’s the true timeline, haven’t you been listening?!” Error shot Sans a glare, and Papyrus couldn’t help but tense. “I don’t destroy just whatever! I destroy abominations. Alterations of this bullshit.” Error raised one arm and gestured around the room, presumably indicating the whole timeline. “Though if you keep this up asshole then I might just destroy you too.” Sans raised his eyebrows, clearly contemplating how much he was willing to push that. If Papyrus knew Sans at all (and he did), then Sans was probably also planning to push a few buttons in the best way he could think of.

“good ta know,” Sans said, nodding absently. “anythin else i ought to know?”

“There are other multiversal beings, Error isn’t the only destructive one, there is a void and two known anti-voids though likely more, oh, and Paper is currently substituting for a friend of ours, Blue.” Dream ticked things off on his fingers as he went. “There could be more, but it’s been a while since I introduced someone to the Multiverse.”

“paper?” Sans looked over at Papyrus, who shifted nervously. He didn’t know why, it wasn’t like he was hiding anything? Maybe it was Sans’s scrutinizing look, or that Papyrus didn’t like nicknames. That must be it, no nicknames. His brother would taunt him for at least a month about getting a new nickname.

“There are many Papyruses in the Multiverse, and if you’ll notice, Ink, Error, and I are all Sans-ish. Paper needed a nickname, and he picked this one himself,” Dream said. Papyrus was thankful Dream had explained before he had tried, otherwise Papyrus was certain he would trip over his words.

“a nickname, huh?” Sans raised his eyebrows at his brother playfully. “should i get one too?”

“You are welcome to, especially if you wish to leave your timeline. Most nicknames are based on their timeline’s name or things they like- like colors!” Dream said. He lifted his hand, hesitating as he looked around the room. Then he set his arm back down. Papyrus, glancing around as well, noted that no one’s name was really based on colors.

“for example?” Sans said.

“Ah, see, he isn’t available right now, but Blue!”

“HIS TIMELINE IS UNDERSWAP. LIKE DREAM SAID, I’M TAKING HIS PLACE FOR TODAY.” Papyrus grinned. Sans sat up a little straighter, showing a teensy bit of pride.

“no kiddin’? what’s his role? hope it ain’t like destructo over there,” Sans said.

“Hey, can I like. Get some more of this goodness?” Ink butted in. He had (somehow??) managed to get cheese all around his mouth and some on his forehead. But, of course, the bowl was empty.

“feel free to help yourself.” Sans gestured to the pot in the kitchen, and Ink bounded off towards it.

“Ey, rainbow bastard! You better not make a mess!” Error barked at him.

“What do youuuu care?” Ink huffed.

“I don’t like messes,” Error said. His glitching was just a low buzz, which Papyrus was beginning to understand as calm. “That’s my whole thing, you idiot.”

“you two seem friendly for complete opposites,” Sans said.

“Squid over there refuses to leave anyone alone.” Error still had a scowl on his face, but the glitching didn’t get more intense. Papyrus laughed a bit to himself, Error must like Ink’s company more than he’d like to admit.

“that’s everything?” Sans asked.

“Yes, I believe so.” Dream smiled at him.

“so. what are the rules for tellin’ folks?” Sans leaned forward towards Dream.

“Tell no one. You could seriously fuck up the timeline.” Error said, dropping his bowl on the floor.

“Uh actually- it’s entirely up to you. There aren’t rules for incodes-” Dream got cut off.

“ya keep mentioning incodes, what’re those?”

“Incodes are beings still tied to their timelines, like you and Paper. Blue is also an incode, which is why he couldn’t make it today. Ink, Error, and I are outcodes, which means, well…” Dream trailed off, his eye lights going a little glossy.

“Dream doesn’t really have a home. Error and I made our own!!” Ink said, brushing right over a topic his friend struggled with. Speaking of, Ink didn’t seem to struggle with anything. Was he just… invincible? What a pleasant way to be. Perhaps Papyrus could ask him how he did it (if Ink could focus long enough to answer).

“how exactly do ya… make your own?” Sans asked.

“Hah! As if we know,” Error said, rolling his eye lights.

“YOU DON’T KNOW HOW YOU MADE A WHOLE TIMELINE?” Papyrus asked incredulously.

“It’s not like either of us remember it,” Ink said, shrugging. “Our memories are short! C’mon Paper, you know that!”

“I JUST… THAT’S A LOT NOT TO REMEMBER. HOW DO YOU JUST FORGET THE WHOLE PROCESS?”

“So? Sometimes Squid doesn’t know his own core swallowed name,” Error said.

“so, now that we’ve tried to process that, nice to meet you three,” Sans said. He gave curt nods towards each of Papyrus’s new friends. “dream, i trust that my bro is safe with you?”

“Of course, though Paper does a fantastic job of handling himself.” Dream pointed out. It made Papyrus feel kind of warm, enjoying the feeling of open trust from a monster that just met him. Especially with how useless he’d been during the fight with Error. Sans paused a moment, his gaze lingering on Papyrus, before walking to the door. He sneakily took a shortcut right as the door closed, disappearing into thin air nearly unnoticeably.

“Heeeeey!!! Do you guys want to hang out at Outertale??” Ink said excitedly, setting down a nearly empty bowl of mac and cheese. Goodness, how was he eating that so quickly?

“No.” Error said.

“Don’t we have a game to finish?” Dream tried.

“Actually, fun fact, I’m done hanging out with you shits. Have a horrible day.” Error stood up, opened a portal to who knows where, and left.

“Hey!!! Wait up!!!” Ink whined, racing to make a portal to (presumably) follow.

Dream sighed. “Well, I suppose I’m glad Error’s gone.”

“SHOULD WE BE WORRIED ABOUT OUTERTALE?”

“No, it’s the one timeline Error hasn’t tried to destroy yet.”

“AH.” Papyrus paused. “WHY?”

Dream started, giving Papyrus a surprised look. “I- I guess I’ve never thought about it. It was just… a fact about Error. There are some things none of us question about the two, and they never bother to share.”

“SO… SECRETS?” The more Papyrus thought about secrets, the more his SOUL hurt. He and Sans had been keeping things from each other for so long… he felt relieved that he had told Sans about the multiverse.

“Not really. More like mysteries?” Dream brought a hand to his face, tapping his chin. “I don’t think they purposely hide things, just that they don’t like talking about it. Though they do try and dodge specific questions. And they give different answers for other ones.” Dream looked up at Papyrus again. “I guess they are secrets. Just doesn’t feel that way.”

“LIKE THE ENDING OF A STORY? NOT QUITE A SECRET, BUT IT’S NOT SOMETHING YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?” Papyrus liked making comparisons. It showed he understood and could apply things.

“Exactly!” Dream smiled pleasantly. Much more genuine than earlier.

“...DREAM?”

“Yes?”

“WHY WERE YOU SO STRESSED EARLIER?”

Dream wrinkled his face. “Error is always a pain, and I didn’t want to spend Lun-”

“NO.” Papyrus interjected. “I MEAN WHEN I FIRST MET YOU.”

“Oh, uh…” Dream’s composure melted for a split second before he pulled back a fake smile. It was interesting how different it was from his genuine one. “Ink was all over the place, haha! That little dude is a mess.”

“NO, I DON’T THINK THAT’S IT.” Papyrus looked at Dream. He could see how uncomfortable his friend was getting, but it didn’t sound like Dream told anyone his troubles.

Dream sighed. “How about we go for a walk?”

[lunarreaper-ut]

Oh, I had an idea for an ask yesterday, but forgot. Now I remember though! In a completely hypothetical situation, if the whole cast of Kingdomverse? were to get wings, what do their wings look like, and how do they react? And how fast do they learn to fly, if they are able/want to?

I just like wings, and this would obviously not be canon.

Oh this is really nice to think about! I love wings too, so I'm absolutely happy to do this. Though it might be hard for me to actually describe them... Let's give it a shot!

(NOTE: These descriptions are NON-CANON to Kingdomverse?, but if you guys like them, feel free to draw them! I might do so too, I like wings >w<)

I'll do the Royal Court last this time, so let's start with...

Red

His wings would be on the larger side. They'd be a dark red with black and red speckles around his shoulders. He's freaked out when he develops the wings, but he thinks their hella cool. He has troubles with flying at first, and honestly even though the wings look cool, they're a lot of work.

They look cool, but Red hates the upkeep they require and the energy it takes to fly. He still likes flying though, he just won't do it often.

Edge

His wings are also on the larger side, but they're more lengthy than Red's. He's also developed what seems to be tail feathers! His have a similar coloration (A bit brighter base color), but the speckles are concentrated at the ends of the wings rather than around the shoulders. Edge is surprised when he gets his wings, but he doesn't let it show.

He practices flying in private, and he soon finds he rather likes how majestic his wings make him look. He doesn't much care for flying, he doesn't really need to go anywhere. He learns how to fly far quicker than Red though.

Comic

His wings are on the smaller side. They're a grey-blue coloration with a white ombré towards the tips of the feathers. He, for the most part takes getting wings in stride. Much like with his Guardsman training, he seems to just know how to fly soon after getting them. He's too lazy to do it that often though.

He likes his wings, they make good blankets.

Pyrus

His wings are lonngg! They also have tail feathers, but they're longer than Edge's. The underside of his feathers are a pale yellow at the center, turning more orange as they reach the tips, and the backs of his wings are just orange. They have the same light yellow color as a few speckles across the backs of his wings too.

Pyrus had a bit of a freak out when he developed wings. Why did it happen? It happened to you too Comic?! Is it a sickness?! Are we dying??? No he doesn't know why a disease would make them grow wings before they die, but it's an option!

He eventually calms down, don't worry. He has a little bit of difficulty learning how to fly, but with Comic's help he learns pretty quick! He loves flying, and will take any excuse to do it.

Lust

Lust's wings are also on the smaller side, but they're much more elegant. They have some pale purple, almost white feathers at the shoulders. His feathers lightly curl at the ends, and there are a couple longer feathers that come from the base of his wings that appear to be just decorative. His wings color is reminiscent of a purple sunset.

Lust is startled at having gained wings, but is immediately overjoyed. They're so pretty! Lust gets to work at making sure they have the perfect outfit to go with them. Lust has difficulties learning to fly, but eventually gets the hang of it. They love flying, but don't do it often.

Ardor

Ardor's wings are the same length as Pyrus's, but also with an elegant flair. They're more pink than Lust's wings, and seem to have a cloud-like pattern across them. Ardor has long tail feathers that seem to have a rough heart shape at the ends.

Ardor is extremely startled when they see that they've developed wings. Seeing that Lust has also gained wings eases their worries a bit, but they're still nervous. He's too anxious about even having wings to try to learn how to fly yet. It takes him a while. Ardor doesn't want to fly.

Stretch

Stretch's wings are the most similar to Pyrus's in shape, but in size they're the smallest of the Papyri. His tail feathers are also the shortest. His wings are colored like a flickering flame, various shades of orange and yellow melding together. The base of his wings at his shoulders are a more brownish color on the back, and the brown speckles across the back of his wings.

Stretch is similar to Comic, he's surprised but not all that concerned about having wings. Stretch learns to fly so he can encourage Blue to learn as well, though honestly he'd rather stay on the ground too. Flying is hard work.

Blue

Blue's wings are similar to Comic's in shape, but they're larger. They're a light blue with white stripes at the ends. The base of his wings are also white. Blue is startled when he sees he's gained wings, and goes to the Kings to figure out what's happened.

Blue... doesn't want to learn to fly. He's afraid of heights after all. He does try though! Stretch helps him with the basics, and he can get off the ground... but honestly the ground is nice, and he'd much rather stay on the ground.

Geno

Geno's wings are similar to Comic's in shape and size. His are a white color that fades to grey and then red at the tips. He's surprised about gaining wings, and can quickly tell they won't be any use beyond being decorative. His wings feel heavy, like weights.

Geno is unable to use his wings to fly, and his disappointment shows. Reaper is quick to comfort him, assuring Geno that he'll still take him out flying, wings or no wings. Geno will stretch his wings out on these trips now, and the feeling of the wind through his feathers is wonderful.

He's kind of relieved he can still be held by Reaper like this.

Reaper

Reaper already has wings, so I'll just describe them. His are a deep pitch black with splotches of a dark grey on the undersides. They seem to almost fade to smoke at the tips.

Error

Error's wings appear to be much more... sharp I suppose is the word? than the others'. They're black, and the very edge of his wings have three blue streaks. (I don't mean the tips of the feathers, I mean the ends of the wings, like when he extends them... Describing things is hard T^T)

The tips of his feathers have a faint red and yellow ombré, similar to his fingers. His and Geno's wings look rather similar actually, just different colors. (and a few minor detail changes for Error)

Error heads to the Kings immediately when he develops wings, and then goes to check on Geno. He learns to fly on his own, but he struggles with it quite a bit. He doesn't really fly much, since all his work is on the ground.

Ink

Ink's wings are white, and have a pale, cloud-shaped rainbow pattern towards the tips of his feathers. His wings are rounder than the others', and he also has decorative feathers like Lust.

Ink is excited when he sees his wings, and immediately starts trying to learn how to fly. He loves flying, and will also look for any excuse to do so. Sometimes he won't even wait for an excuse.

Dust

Dust's wings also have a sharp look to them. They're an ashy grey with an almost purple tint, and a white splattered pattern at the tips of his feathers. Dust has a mini-freakout when he sees he has wings. He's another one who heads to the Kings for answers.

Dust doesn't actually want to learn to fly, so he doesn't. He's fine staying on the ground.

Horror

Horror's wings are a grey color as well, and appear to resemble fog with their pattern. Mixes of various greys make them look smoky and cloudlike. His wings are also the largest of the Sanses. Horror is probably the most undisturbed about gaining wings. He does think to go and ask the Kings about it, but he doesn't mind them.

Horror can't fly either, unfortunately. Much like Geno, his wings are more like weights. He doesn't mind. They're fluffy and warm. He does learn, however, that even though he can't fly, he can glide. He figured it out when he was hunting. He's far faster on the ground now, using his wings as a way of getting short bursts of speed.

Cross

Cross's wings are white, and the tips have a black X pattern across them. His wings are almost as large as Horror's. His wings have a regal, almost angelic look to them shape-wise.

Cross is surprised of course when he develops wings, and is the first one to talk to Dream about what's happened. He learns to fly thanks to Dream, despite his initial nervousness about it. He flies whenever Dream wants to go flying.

Killer

Killer's wings are a deep, almost black, red. His feathers have a red ombré at the tips. His feathers look sharp, and his wings are sleek, built for speed. Killer is confused when he sees his wings, but shrugs it off and heads to Nightmare to see if he knows what's up.

He learns to fly with few hiccups, and rather likes it. He sticks to Nightmare most of the time, but with permission he likes to fly around a bit.

Dream

Dream's wings are in a word, magical. They appear to be made of pure light. He actually has four wings, two small ones on the bottom, two large ones on the top. The feathers seem to glow, and almost sparkle. When light touches them, they seem to reflect a pale rainbow.

Flying seems to come naturally to Dream, and he rather likes it. It's freeing. He encourages Cross to fly with him. Honestly, if Dream had wanted previously, he could have given himself wings using his magic. He'd never thought to do so, and it certainly wouldn't have been permanent. He couldn't have dreamt of making them this pretty either!

Nightmare

Nightmare's wings, while just as impressive, aren't as eye catching as Dream's. His are dark, shadow-like, and seem to be constantly shifting. He, unlike Dream, has six wings. His wings are much more... malleable than any other's. They can almost lay flat across his form like a cloak of shadows.

If he spreads his wings completely, it's then you'd notice their pattern. The underside of his wings seem to resemble the night sky, a galaxy of faint shimmering stars glittering across the feathers.

Much like Dream, flying comes naturally. Nightmare has actually given himself wings before, purely out of curiosity. They weren't as pretty as the ones he has now though, and he couldn't fly with them. Nightmare needs a bit of convincing from Killer to actually fly now.

[legacy-of-frisk-au]

Incorrect Quotes

Sanses reaction to Alphyses Redesign 

Sans , texting Papyrus: Papyrus! Help I’m being kidnapped Alphys: Where are you? Sans : I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Papyrus: I’ll call Alphys. Alphys, answering their cell: Y’ello? Papyrus: Where’s Sans ? They texted me that they were being kidnapped. Alphys: Sans ? Whaddya mean, they're right next to me- Alphys: Alphys: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Alphys: THE NEW HAIRCUT ISN’T THAT BAD! Sans : WHO ARE YOU?!

Survivor relationship

Papyrus : Yo is Frisk sleeping or dead? Sans: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts. Alphys: Yeah, so did I. Frisk: Okay first of all, fuck you-

*The squad right before Sans 's wedding* Papyrus: Well I have to go, I have a wedding to attend. Alphys: Wait... Oh! I have a wedding to attend too! Frisk: Oh, I have a wedding to attend as well Eva: I THINK WE ALL HAVE WEDDINGS TO ATTEND Flowey, panicked: I THINK I HAVE A WEDDING TO OFFICIATE

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Sans : Thanks fam! Papyrus: Honey we are married of course you love me Alphys: *cries* I love you too Frisk: Sounds fake but okay Eva: *A flustered mess* Flowey: can i get a refund

Sans : Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Papyrus: >:O language Eva: Yeah watch your fucking language Frisk: OKAY WHO TAUGHT EVA THE FUCK WORD? Alphys: 'The fuck word'. Flowey: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Alphys: Oh my god they censored it Eva: Say fuck, Flowey. Alphys: Do it, Flowey. Say fuck.

Sans : Just be yourself. Papyrus: 'Be myself'? Sans , I have one day to win Leslie back. How long did it take before you guys started liking me?

Frisk:Seconds

Eva: Couple weeks. Alphys: Six months. Flowey: Jury’s still out. Papyrus: See, Sans ? Papyrus: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

Sans : I CAN'T DO IT! Papyrus, crying: I CAN'T EITHER! Sans : I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE Alphys: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. Sans : Sans : I appreciate it, Sans : BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- Eva: Sans - Sans : YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! Eva: Sans we gotta- Sans : YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. Sans : YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' Sans , motioning to Alpha!Flowey: NOT FUCKING THIS

[numberonephantompizza1]

Poppy Fanfic: “Ask Her”

For context: This is a fanfic I wrote in order to join the Poppy Milk dev team and show off my writing skills. Since the callout at the time said we’d need to write a lot of sidequests, I wanted to ask the question of what a Poppy-centered side-quest would be like. I got the idea that it would be from an Asker’s perspective, and everything sort of came naturally after that. Even though I’m on the dev team right now, it’s not canon to Omega Timeline: Poppy’s Story and even has some inaccuracies that contradict canon. With that said, please feel free to read the story below the cut.

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You noticed something very different inside your room when you woke up. The lights were off and the sun hadn’t yet risen, but there was a certain… aura, coming from your door. You were filled with a certain trepidation, but… you approached it. It was hard to see in the light, but it looked… grey. 

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you stepped through...

...and found about the last person you would’ve expected. The spitting image of Frisk - CORE!Frisk, that was, looking up at you, in the middle of a white void.

“Wh- You’re real?!” you asked, dumbfounded.

“Of course I’m real. Have you been taking all this multiverse stuff for granted? Everything is real somewhere,” Core answered, simply. 

“I… I don’t… and you, me…” you panted, starting to feel a small panic attack coming on.

“Focus,” Core snapped their fingers, grounding you back in reality. Okay, this was happening now.

“Let’s get down to business. Simply: you don’t like me. And I don’t like you. But we BOTH like Poppy. Poppy, my dear, sweet angel… has unfortunately recently come to the realization that Askers ALSO exist in the multiverse. And now she wants to do a ‘meet n’ greet’ with one of her fans. Trust me, I TRIED to talk her out of it, but she can be darn persuasive when she wants to be. And as you’re now realizing, that’s where you come in. 

“I wanna make you a deal. You play along with whatever Poppy wants until she gets bored of this. If you’re on your best behavior - and that means, don’t give her anything bad, don’t tell her anything you KNOW she shouldn’t know, don’t use any magic, and be a general good influence - if you play nice, in exchange, I will allow you to hang out with ANY resident of the Omega Timeline. 

“Want to spend a day full of wacky hijinks with a Papyrus, or even an Underswap Sans? Consider it done. Want to know how Deltarune Chapter 2 plays out ahead of time? I know a Susie with your name on it. Whatever you want, so long as you play by the rules, and don’t ask for anyone obviously ridiculous. So… do we have ourselves a deal?”

You contemplated that offer, and everything that was happening, trying to suppress your inner urge to geek out for just a few moments. The Omega Timeline, Poppy, and all the AU’s you could think of and more were real. And you just got an invitation to visit them.

“Yeah, of course!” you nodded excitedly, though your enthusiasm only seemed to make Core more anxious.

“Don’t make me regret this…” Core sighed, as the whiteness seemed to melt away into a cozy-looking house with wooden floors and lime walls, where you were standing directly outside of a white door. Core seemed to have disappeared.

Technically, there was nothing stopping you from exploring. So you did just that. You walked up to a shelf with some family photos. One was a photo of Poppy, Core, Dusted and Rust all together, in some meadow, looking happy. At least, you assumed Dusted and Rust were happy, they didn’t show up well on camera. There was another photo of Poppy alone, looking somewhat younger than she did on the blog, seated on a chair in a photo that looked far more staged. She held an actual poppy flower in her hand and smiled brightly.

You opened the cabinet doors, curious of what knick-knacks you might find in there. Some crayons, a few random glass cups, some art by 3-year-old Poppy that was so poorly done its meaning was hard to decipher, and a locked box. You reached for the box--

“Getting a bit sidetracked, aren’t we?”

You jolted up, and faced Core behind you. Even though they were child-sized, they crossed their arms with the poise and authority of a stern parent. You laughed anxiously. “Ahahaha… ahaha… ha……..”

“...Strike one.” Core said, and vanished. The meaning of that was all-too clear. Deciding not to dilly dally any longer, you went to the room you suspected to be Poppy’s, and knocked. 

“Just a sec!” Poppy said, and opened the door. She looked up at you, and gasped. “Wow, Granpa really did come through…!” She twirled excitedly. “You must be my adoring fan, aren’t you?” she asked.

You stared down at the girl in stunned silence.

“To be honest, I kinda figured you’d be some gray guy with sunglasses, but that’s kinda silly in hindsight. How you doin’?” She asked that last line in a mock accent as you continued to stare.

“Baby,” you said.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you quickly tried to change the subject. “Yeah, it’s… y’know, it’s great to be here…” You clasped your hands together, biting your lip. You were in an Undertale AU, faced with the AU granddaughter of another AU character. You still weren’t entirely over that. Was this fever dream? Fandom heaven, or fandom hell?

“I know! Once I heard you guys weren’t from the Omega Timeline, I realized I hadn’t met even ONE of my fans… even if you guys are super annoying some of the time.” 

“Uhhh, yeah…” you wondered if you should apologize on behalf of the askers who put Poppy in the hospital that one time. Then again, it seemed kind of awkward, and it might have been best not to bring that up while Core was watching, which was always. Looking down at the cutesy girl, it was almost tempting to pull her into a hug, but you managed to keep your composure. 

“I wanted to do something a little more special than just some sorta interview, though, because you ask me questions all the time anyways,” Poppy said. “Granpa said you’ve never been to the Omega Timeline before, so I wanna give you the big tour!” Poppy went to the door. “I’m gonna be outside when you’re ready!” She left the room.

Seeing the empty room in front of you, you were tempted to snoop again, but you’d learned your lesson after last time. You headed straight out after Poppy.

You couldn’t help but gasp in awe of the serenity of the great outdoors as you were beckoned to it. You’d been outside before, obviously, but everything just looked so… nice. The blue sky, the grassy grounds, the ornate buildings… you’ve seen this place in pixel art and a couple drawings before, but seeing it with your own eyes was another story. And the next thing for you to nearly faint at was seeing the Undertale characters running around, Sanses, Undynes, Frisks, even goat moms. 

Poppy smiled. “...It’s nice, isn’t it? I KNEW taking you on a tour was a good idea.” She smirked. “Now remember, just because this is a meet-up doesn’t mean it’s free, and there WILL be a fee at the end of our ride.”

“...Uh… I left my wallet at home,” you said, patting your pockets, “And I don’t have any, uh... ‘G,’ I think. Unless the G stands for ‘Gratitude,’ amiright?” you did finger guns.

“G stands for Gold,” Poppy corrected you bluntly, unamused. She returned to her chipper attitude just as quickly, though. “Now, let me show you around!” She led you down the street. 

Walking with her, seeing so many versions of your favorite characters in the flesh, walking around… well, the temptation to talk to SOME of them was irresistible, Core be damned. You did resolve not to go too far off-track, but you shared some words with the folks you passed by, Poppy thankfully stopping each time you did. You met two Frisks - one boy, one ambiguous - an Underswap Undyne, a human version of Toriel, and surprisingly, a version of Princess Peach.

You and Poppy approached an elegant fountain, stood upon proudly by a statue of a mustachio’d CORE!Frisk. “This is the Timeline Plaza! It’s sort of the local park, where people meet up to do... stuff. Just hang out. Make a picnic. Play ball. All that good park-y stuff, y’know? And there’s stores in all directions, so it’s pretty good.” She proudly showed off her home to you, with a smile.

You talked to more on the way to the next place. An Inverted Fate Papyrus. A weird Ralsei who said his name was “Noyno.” An Asgore wearing a hoodie, who you assumed was swapped with Sans. (Poppy did scold you a little bit for this, telling you that just because someone has a hoodie you shouldn’t assume they’re swapped. You apologized.)

“This is Grillby’s! One of them, anyways. The nearest one to my house. It’s pretty good if you want an OK burger. Sanses love the place, though. It’s… kind of unhealthy. And a little gross.” Poppy said. “Especially when they just drink… raw… ketchup.”

“Can’t handle a little ketchup?” you smiled mischievously. “We drink it by the gallon back in my universe,” you lied.

“...I really hope you’re joking,” Poppy said, alarmed.

“Am I?” you smiled brighter.

“...W-well, we’re not going in there, so you can FORGET about drinking that much ketchup!” Poppy said, afraid of the sheer power of your ketchup-drinking.

You and Poppy moved onto the next spot. You met an Underswap Alphys who seemed to be trapped in a red-and-gold palette. You met a robot dressed as a circus ringmaster, who claimed to be a Chara. You met a Dummy dressed in a Frisk shirt. (You didn’t assume it was swapped with Frisk this time, which turned out to be a mistake, because it was.) Poppy stared at you awkwardly now, wondering why you were talking to all these random strangers. Finally, you and Poppy reached your next destination.

“The theater! Where we show off all the greatest hits! Including MY movie, which, not to brag, but it’s--”

Except, you’d been distracted by a hyperdeath Asriel, and were ignoring Poppy for the moment.

“...” Poppy spoke up. “That’s what I don’t get about you.”

“Huh?” that seemed to wake you up, and you looked at her. 

“Everytime it’s always, ‘have you met Underswap Sans,’ or ‘have you met JangoTale Frisk,’ or some other weird thing. You always ask that. But… they’re just people. Why do you always assume I know some random Sans or Frisk or someone?”

“I…” you were a bit taken aback. “...I don’t… we don’t assume you know them, they’re just… they’re just important.” 

“Important?” She asked. “...I-I mean, yeah, EVERYONE’s important, but, I don’t really get what you mean…”

“They’re all--” You paused, trying to collect your thoughts, think of everything you knew from the blog, and tried to actually talk to her. “...They’re like friends to me. Kinda.”

“...You guys are friends with them? I thought you were stuck in your world…” she frowned.

“No, it’s like-- I’m not ‘friends’ with Underswap Frisk, or-- or Storyshift Frisk, or Shifty or whatever, I’m just friends with… Frisk.”

...Poppy stared at you like you just said the ground was turning to jelly, or something equally bafflingly inane. “...I… think you’re confused. Look, sometimes newcomers struggle with this. Your Frisk isn’t the only Frisk--”

“I know! It’s… You don’t get it. This world, these worlds are so special and creative, and they mean a lot to me. I know we can be really edgy, and I know we ask weird questions about Dusted and Rust, but that’s all because… because...” you paused.

Poppy looked, seeming upset about hearing her siblings mentioned in the context of ‘edgy’ questions, not seeing what you were seeing. Core, standing behind her, holding up a hand signal.

The number two.

You were getting carried away. You overstepped.

“...Um… I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a hug as Core vanished. “There’s really no reason for us to ask those questions. We can just be dumb sometimes.”

“...” She hugged back. “Yeah, it’s okay. I knew you guys were super weird and dumb before I convinced Granpa to let you in here, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming,” Poppy smiled, regaining her confidence as you did your best to not be offended at being called weird and dumb.

“Okay! I think I have just one last stop in mind to cap this tour off on a high note! Literally, hehehe…” She giggled mischievously. This time, you didn’t stop to talk to others, following her directly as you approached a peak overlooking the town. For yet another time, and probably the last, you couldn’t help but ogle at the town’s beauty. “Pretty good, right?” She sat down.

“Ha… with all the climbing, I was worried we’d fall down a mountain,” you joked. Poppy seemed to roll her eyes, as you sat beside her. “...I guess I get how you can call this place home. I mean, once I stop nerding out, anyways. You don’t see stuff like this in my… reality.”

“Just gallons and gallons of ketchup, huh?” she commented. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah.”

And you two just stared into the distance for a while. ...She wasn’t just a character. She was a human being.

...Or, technically just a ‘being,’ scratch the human part. Still, you felt a bit desensitized to all this. And so did she. You related in that way.

“I can’t say you exactly passed with flying colors, but you fulfilled your end of the agreement well enough.”

Without any warning, you were back in a white void with CORE!Frisk, just like before. You almost forgot about the deal you made, what with all the time you spent with Poppy. You stood.

“Uh… yeah. So, my reward…” you drifted off, remembering the offer Core gave you. The chance to meet just about any AU character of your imagining… or at least, any that would be peaceful enough to be in the Omega Timeline. Which still left a WIDE variety of options…

Who did you want to see? What mattered most to you?

...

Thinking deeply… you told Core their name.

“...Oh. Really? Well, I guess it makes sense for you that you’d want to see them,” Core remarked. “I can’t guarantee they’ll give you what you’re looking for, but a deal’s a deal. Let’s head off.”

You and Core went somewhere else.

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And that’s all she wrote! If you read this far, thank you. Working on the game since then has been fun, and I think you’ll like what we have in store. Until then, ciao.

[braindeadskeletons]

Could I have a matchup pls? I’m pansexual and gender-fluid (but I usually go by female pronouns), and have a slightly unhealthy obsession with rainbows and glitter. I don’t usually go out much, but that’s because I don’t like being by myself, and I don’t really have anyone to go with. I have ADD and anxiety, so that’s a bit of a train wreck. I have a HUGE hyper-fixation on space, and love soft cute things. I also really enjoy biology and science in general. (Sorry Imma have to take another ask)

I love all and every animal ever (probably, I haven’t actually seen them all) and own a hairless cat. I can and will read everything I can get my hands on within 2 hrs of getting it, unless it’s written poorly. I play the viola, and will sometimes draw or write in my spare time. I hate all physical activity no matter what it is. I’m pretty non-confrontational for the most part, but the second you hurt one of mine, I won’t hold back. And I’m told I can be terrifying when I want to be.

Hi there, of course you can! Don’t apologize for taking up two asks it’s perfectly fine, and it even helps me out a bunch! More information = more for me to write about you and your match! Alright so admittedly while I was reading your information you had me stumped for a really long time. I considered giving you a match with the original Sans but then once I started writing I realized ‘hey you’re going off of nothing except that they both think science and space are cool. That's no good.’ It’s not that Sans wasn’t a good option for a match but I felt like there was another skeleton who fit the bill a bit better. Which is why I chose the skeleton below.

I match you Horrortale Sans!

Alright so! To start us off in a relationship with this big goober you would need to know a couple of immediate ground rules. Sans has been through so much in the underground. It feels amazing for him to finally be on the surface, be out of the old sentry job, and to see everyone including his brother being well fed. That’s all good and well and mentally he’s doing so much better but the fear is still deeply ingrained in his mind. Back home he was told by Papyrus to not go anywhere without him so that no harm would come to either of them. Sans was always the one taking care of Papyrus yes, but he still only has one hp. An easy meal. Yeah, above ground that doesn’t need to hold true anymore but he still feels like he needs to go places with at least one other person. It’s typically his own brother since it’s so comforting to have a familiar face and someone who gets it by his side, but sometimes Papyrus can’t be there. In those cases, he always wants to go with you. He knows that you don’t like being by yourself and he deeply relates to that feeling and doesn’t want that for you either. If you’re with him he can watch you and know that you’re safe. He’ll happily accompany you and hold your hand as you two go out grocery shopping, walking in a park, going to see a movie, etc. Anywhere you go, Sans is right behind you and he’s just a shout away if you ever need him. You’ll never feel alone with this absolute cutie of a skeleton by your side. 

The times where you two go outside are going to be rare though. He dislikes it as much as you do. It feels unsafe, everyone gives him weird glances because of his appearance, and overall it’s never much fun. He doesn’t care about other people's opinion but still, the staring does bother him. But with you, everything can change! Sans feels safe with you because of how much trust he has in you and how much he adores you. Even if someone does give him weird looks if he’s outside with you none of it will matter. He’s only focused on the cute human by his side, how much he loves them, and how much you make him happy. He can only hope you feel the same way about him since he’d much rather stay inside and spend time with only you instead. Sans's main priority is to make sure you and him both feel safe, are well-fed and happy. His protective nature easily shows. He knows that you can handle yourself well and that you can be terrifying when you need to be, but he also knows that you’d rather not confront people yourself. Just more justification to him as to why he needs to be by your side. It doesn’t hurt that going outside means that he can protect you from the other humans he does not trust

Speaking of feeling safe, Horrortale Sans is honestly the most understanding of the Sanses when it comes to anxiety. He knows how it feels to live day to day life with a creeping sense of unease (to put it lightly) in your stomach even if everything is alright. He hates that you feel this way and will do anything to help you deal with it. If you feel awful at any point you can count on him. Do you need him to breathe with you? Would you like a hug if that would help ground you? Do you just need some space? Anything that you need he will provide. The same attitude is given in response to your ADD. Hell, he even handmakes some fidget toys for you if that’s something that you enjoy. Now that he’s above ground he wants to try and be who he used to be, and that includes building and tinkering in his new lab. If you ask him, he'll absolutely put those skills into making something that’ll help you out.

Sans adores hearing you talk about the things you enjoy. He’s getting back into his own hobbies now that he has the materials and time for all of them. If you ever want to talk to him about biology, any scientific or space he’s always there to listen. He may not completely understand everything you say but he’s slightly familiar since once upon a time he was just as passionate as you were about science. The head injury just made him forget about a large chunk of the information he used to know. Sans will be more than happy to learn about anything you want to teach him, and he’ll even make notes of what you say since his memory is so screwed up. 

With your interest in space, Sans will definitely be taking you to go stargazing. If there’s one thing that he will completely understand it’s the beauty of the stars. As mentioned before, he doesn’t remember half of what he used to know about space but that’s where you come in. You can point out the stars and constellations to him and tell him everything you know about the planets and he’ll be hanging on to every word. You make him want to be the old skeleton he used to be, and seeing you underneath the starlight only reminds him of why he fell in love with you in the first place.

This is a really weird fact about Sans but for some reason, animals really seem to like him?? They love him a lot more than the humans do, excluding yourself of course. Nobody really understands it. If you ever go out to a place like a park it’ll probably go something like:

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You: hey sans I bought us some nice cream and-

You: uh

You: wh-

You: what do you got there buddy?

Horrortale Sans, holding a squirrel:

Horrortale Sans: ….friend….

You: oh my god-

You: can I pet it???

Horrortale Sans:

Horrortale Sans: [nods]

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It’s honestly so adorable. He just attracts them, what can he say? It’s really a good thing that you love animals so much because either way, Sans attracts a lot to him. Sometimes he’ll come home with hurt animals just to help them out. Dating him is going to be heaven for you. Honestly, with Sans comes the animals it’s a whole package deal. You really wouldn’t have to worry about your cat not getting along with him. Sans will win your baby over one way or another. It’s guaranteed.

Since you like reading so much, Sans will pretty much give you books on a daily basis. Does it make you happy? Well he’s gonna get it for you. Not up for debate. It’s yours now. He supports anything you like, which includes viola, drawing, and writing. Though you may not write and draw as much as you play he’ll still support your works immensely. Taking your art to carry with him in his jacket pocket, reading everything you write, he’ll even give you ideas for some writing but be warned that most (all) of the ideas will be morbid. His favorite time to spend with you is when you just play on your viola as he sits and listens. Listening to you play is so soothing, and seeing your adorable face light up once you finish looking for his approval just makes his day.

[squidthechaotickid]

Does Star like chocolate? I can’t remember if you ever mentioned it. OH. ALSO. WHAT’S THEIR BIRTHDAY/AGE? If you want can you infodump? Sorry for the questions I just really wanna know more about him. They’re awesome.

I did not mean to write so much but I opened a Google doc to type in the infodump about him and it is 606 words sjdhdhrhhdjdjghshd

I don't think I ever mentioned it but I'd say he likes chocolate! I never thought of his birthday, but Imma go with December 28, since that's the day I made him, and he's like 13, sometimes I draw him younger though lmao. 

And now, to ~infodumping about random facts about Star~

He LOVES space. Ask him about it and he will be talking for HOURS unless someone stops him. His parents usually let him rant about his random facts to them while they're doing chores or just in general. He especially love exoplanets (cue me self projecting that onto my OC--) He has several NASA posters and drawings of different planets pinned to his wall, along with a model of the solar system hanging from his roof

He also loves flowers! While they don't know as many facts about them as they do about space, he does know a lot of different species and how to take care of him. His room has at least 5 different plants (I don't have any knowledge about flowers though lmao)

His room is full, in case you couldn't tell. Between the plants, space stuff, and random things he has, it's not at all bland. 

He reads and writes fanfic a lot. Some cool show he saw? He drew the characters and has an entire coffee shop AU fic planned.

He doesn't get to see Uncle Nightmare a lot, since, you know *gestures to the war between Nightmare's Gang and the Star Sanses* Sometimes, though, he'll see Night in an AU. Nightmare doesn't know Blue and Dream are together, much less that they have a kid, but Star still considers just going over and talking to him. He hasn't, as of yet, but it'll happen eventually.

He's a bit impulsive, and tends to do things without thinking. Ink has been banned from watching them alone since they accidentally set the microwave on fire last time (then proceeded to open a portal screaming and throwing it into some poor Snowdin's snow to put it out.)

He's not too good at magic. He's tried, the best he can do is normal and blue bone attacks. They tried a gaster blaster, but it was tiny and they couldn't control it at all (Blue got blasted in the face, it didn't hurt much though.) Because of this, Star tends to use a bow instead. He can summon some magic arrows, and is able to summon the bow to him like Ink can do with Broomie (in my headcanon of Ink anyways)

Like Dream, he can feel others emotions, but it's a lot more muted. He can tell if they're upset, happy, excited, etc, but it's… blurry? Like how someone who needs glasses would see without them. It's like a blob of emotions, not a clear picture. 

He's a panromantic ace, he's also demiromantic. They're a demiboy, and use he/they pronouns. 

His love language is definitely touch. He hugs his friends a lot, and his parents. He would DIE for hugs /lh

He got his crown for his 5th birthday, it was too big then but the second it fit (around age 8, it was still kinda loose then) he REFUSED to take it off for anything other than a shower and to sleep. 

He is v short. Smol bean.

Is he 13? Yes. Will he still play hide and seek and other "childish games?" He will and he will DOMINATE.

He is physically incapable of sitting still for more than 5 minutes.

Thank you for reading my rant jshdhdhdhfhf