#undertale anti harem

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

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Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[osleeplessflowero]

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Consequences

Consequences is a fic based around the stereotypical Undertale Anti-Harem fic formula. You move in with an old friend, the old friend sucks and is probably evil and/or abusive, they manipulate their partners and turn them against you until you can prove them wrong and show them who you really are. (With a few exceptions, some like you from the start!) 

This fic in particular puts a bit of a different spin on the trope, instead focusing on a timeline..Where Reader dies?! And one of the skeletons dies too! Magic is at play here..and now that Michelle(this fic's Rival) has committed one of the ultimate sins..it's only natural to get revenge.

AO3 Link

Chapters

🔪Prologue: Murders Most Foul(This was originally a standalone oneshot, but since it was so well liked I made it into a full fic!)

[later chapters to be uploaded, already up on Ao3]

L.O.VE And Justice

I'm a huge fan of Magical Girl tropes since I grew up with Sailor Moon. Heroines transforming into pretty costumes and fighting against all sorts of evils in the pursuit of Justice! Such an amazing concept. Especially when the genre is turned on its head (like in Madoka Magica, another great series).

And so I came up with an idea of a Gender Neutral Magical Guardian reader with a very fitting Justice Soul, only instead of being a highschooler or younger..they're a fully grown adult that hasn't had their chance to fully shine yet. At least..not until some all-too-familiar skeletons come crashing down into their timeline..and with them comes plenty of trouble for them to deal with.

AO3 Link

Chapters:

💛One: Nice To Meet You 💛Two: Well..This Is A Problem 💛Three: Skeleton In Your..House.

[alex-wolfdragon]

Another Undertale anti-skeleharem idea thanks to my mind poorly attempting to figure out dialogue for my tik tok vids.

So, something I've seen fluctuating with popularity in the skeleharem fics is the isekai into Undertale trope. So, imagine that two friends, one completely familiar with Undertale and especially the skeleharem fandom (though he'll be attracted to a different group in the fic), and one with very little knowledge about the game thanks to the friend, get transmigrated to Undertale.

This is obviously a dream come true for Friend while OC is just there for the ride. As they get settled, some things happen that make Friend realize that maybe they're not in the best situation while OC is struggling to understand the dangers.

First, they're both Mages. Which was cool; until Friend realized ABO Dynamics apply for Mages and Monsters, and not the flexible kind he'd prefer. He's quick to find out their alignments; Friend's being Alpha (a relief to him), and OC's being Omega (something Friend immediately panicked over while she watched with confusion).

Second, they live in a monster neighborhood. Preferable, since there were a lot of hate crimes being committed against Mages as much as against Monsters. However, one of their neighbors are the skeletons. Which wouldn't be so bad, if Friend hadn't been given a dose of reality that a good portion had darker morals and were really manipulative. Granted, he had no idea if any of them had changed or were different from their depictions, but he didn't want to risk catching their attention regardless. Which is why, when he kept catching a few of them talking or interacting with OC, he always freaked and was protective and stuff. Making her confused and the skeletons feel all types of ways.

Third, and perhaps the worst, is that most of the skeletons have a couple girlfriends. This wouldn't really be a problem, if Friend didn't realize that they're the anti-harem toxic type girlfriends. And when he does, he tries to warn OC to stay away from the guys, but she doesn't understand why. Mainly because she's currently not interested and because the skeletons are approaching her, not the other way around.

Don't worry. OC wouldn't be a meek or shy or defenseless type despite being an Omega. She's just kinda blind to the dangers that a seasoned fan of Undertale would be familiar with. Friend would probably end up with a different character because although he read a bunch of skeleharem, he also felt more attracted to Grillby, Mettaton, and Napstablook. So he's more likely to end up with one of them if not all of them.

[battlemaiden13]

I've had this anti-harem idea sitting in my brain for the past two weeks so I'm releasing it to you and the wild. It's the typical "reader lives in big house with skeletons and their bitch GF that they share" but the reader is a very powerful mage. The reader has used their magic fortified their room so none of the skeletons can teleport into it.

Oooo nice. I feel like this added layer of MC being a mage could really amp up the skeletons hating her. Like of course they do mages fucked over monsters and the bitchy girlfriend could totally use this to her advantage. “She must have put a curse on me” OH and the reason MC is living with the skeletons and has to stay there (so they can’t just kick her out) is like a government thing. All large areas or residence of monsters must have an accompanying mage to assure the safety of both humans and monsters or some BS. So the skeletons nor MC want to be there but neither have a choice. 

Depending on what skeletons you pick for this would also depend on how pissy they are about the teleporting thing. I sort of headcanon that Orange can pick locks so regardless of the magic one day MC finds him lounging in her room being in a right mood cause something happened with Blue. 

This is a neat idea, the more I think about it the more cool shit you could put in.

[spookitordukeit]

Augh. My fic concepts I posted a bit ago have been getting more attention lately, so mayhaps I will delve further…

I’ve already gone deeper into the Blue Joins The Bad San’s Gang idea, so next I think I’ll work on the anti-harem one >:3

Okay okay. Harper is our MC, and her sister is Kristen. They come from a very well off family, bulit off of high end jobs and generational wealth.

The parents are distant at best. Mother is a model and fashionista, and Father is the numbers guy everyone wants on their side. They all smile for the camera, but at home…

Kristen is the older sister and the apple of their parents eyes. The golden child. She and Harper look similar in appearance, some may even mistake the two as twins. They both have dark hair and bright eyes. They both have tanned and a rich, healthy flush that brings a warmth to their features.

And yet Kristen is the somehow always more wanted.

There’s nothing that Harper can see that would make her parents favor her sister over her, other then that Kristen is older. They get similar grades, receive similar awards. Get accepted into high prestige schools and make connections with people of similar standing.

They even share the same type of soul. And yet Kristen is always favored.

It leaves Harper to grow up angry and bitter. She’s not crass, no no. She wouldn’t purposely disappoint her parents. But she is snide and keeps a dark and curdling wickedness locked tight inside her. Something only Kristen brings out in her.

She is angry. Hurt. Shunned for no reason she can decipher. She’s quietly pessimistic and self sabotaging, she’s a confused, wounded animal who will flee at the first sign of rejection.

But Grandmother, her sweet, loving grandmother- she sees Harper. She knows her. She understands. She’s how Harper got diagnosed as a child, she helped Harper gain understanding on why she sometimes acted the way she did. Not that Harper knew what ‘autism’ meant at the time, but it was a relief for child-her to know that there was something different about her. It wasn’t just in her head.

Grandma is Harpers only friend for most of her life, as sad as it is to say. Harper spends her childhood and teen years running to Grandma’s with angry tears in her eyes. Face flushed bright red and blotchy. ‘Unbecoming’ Mother says.

Grandma never says anything like that. She just holds her tight and hums her old songs she likes to hum until Harper can speak again without her bones feeling ready to buzz out of her skin.

There’s no one to hold her tight and hum songs at Grandmas funeral.

It’s a long and aching affair that punches deep and bleeding holes into her already scarred soul. She grows even quieter, stewing in the black, broiling ichor that coats her thoughts every day.

She takes comfort in Grandmas house, left to Harper in her will. She doesn’t even care that Kristen moves in without so much of a hello, encouraged by their parents. It doesn’t matter.

She can keep Grandma close in the aged wood of the house. She can keep smelling traces of her perfum in odd corners, she can keep hearing her hum her old songs in the way the foundation settles. Harper can still keep Grandmas memory alive in her heart. And that’s all she cares about.

But living in the universal nexus, nothing stays simple for long.

Harper is in collage when the newest wave of verses appear from the mountains. It’s nothing new, verses pop up every few years or so, and either they stick around or go find a universe of their own to fill. It’s none of Harpers business what they do or where they stay.

… it’s none of Harpers business who Kristen befriends. It’s none of her business who she brings around in Grandm— Harpers, house.

Harper has her own friends that she brings around. It would be unfair of her. Nightbat and Metty are sweet. They care about her, they take care of her. They ask if she’s eaten and if she’s slept well. They hold her tight when she can’t speak, and they hum Grandmas old songs… her friendship with Nightbat and Metty is soft and gentle. It’s simple and unquestionable. Need a place to crash? Come stay with us. Hungry? Well me and Nighty made too much pizza last night, have some. Can’t sleep? Nighty’s real good at imbuing collars, and you know how strong his melatonin is. Can’t talk? Upset? Need a sec? Operation GH&H is a go!

It’s nice, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything. She’s… okay, with how life is. She doesn’t want anything to change. She can’t handle any more change.

… recently, Kristen has been bringing her new friends by. They look at everything in wonder, and Harper knows they must be the new arrivals. Blue is a loud and excitable fellow, eager to learn and conquer new ‘quests’.

Stretch is quieter, slouched in a way that Harper reads as purposeful. He talks slow and walks even slower. He looks calm, opting to hang back and observe his surroundings while his brother jumps from place to place.

She doesn’t quite know how, but her and Stretch end up talking. They watch each other, reading little movements and gestures, the things that go unspoken. It’s… new.

She isn’t sure if this is a good of bad new.

Kristen seems hellbent on bringing every skeleton Monster within a fifty mile radius into gran- Harper’s house. Harper hadn’t realized just how many verses had popped up this time. She counts five, if each set of brothers is from a different verse.

She isn’t sure why her older sister is dead set on befriending every one of them, or even how she found them all. She tries to keep her interactions with Kristen to a minimum. Harper has the whole of the attic to herself, Kristen can do whatever she wants down there as long as she doesn’t burn or break anything.

Things… get tense when Kristen gives her latest and most fantastical proposal. She’s always coming up with wild ideas, and sometimes they work. But lodging ten newly surfaced Monsters? Sure- they have the room, but…

But Blue is looking at her with stars in his sockets, and Stretch is trying (and failing) to not look as hopeful as she knows he is. Harper and him have talked, with all the new Monsters coming up at once, with five versus, finding homes, temporary or not has been difficult.

There’s an itch under her skin as she agrees, seeing Kristen look so pleased at having backed her into a corner makes her grit her teeth enough to ache as she excuses herself to take a walk.

There’s a parade of skeletons outside.

Harper gets into her car, fire ants crawling under her skin as she pulls up to Metty and Nightbat’s house. They don’t ask questions.

Harper doesn’t speak for the rest of the night.

It’s late so I’ll just leave this as is. Maybe I’ll expand more idk I’m eepy

[mirramirra05]

Just a quick question and if you can help PLEASE tell me if you know the title of this fanfic I read on AO3. So it's a undertale anti harem fic where the main character is isaki into the world and just WRECKS the main antagonist little world but calling her out then leaving and starting a somehow successful bakery not even days later and the main lodge has like others go after her.

Im trying to find it gain cause I'm reading anti harm fics again and I was

[carangel]

Kicking my feet sobbing

My friend showed me this REALLY angst cheating fic awhile back with Red and him leaving you for his soulmate and I remember it out of NO WHERE.

Just-

Give me an antiharem fic:

Where after Red leaves you for his soulmate you pick ur sorry ass up and MOVE ON.

Continue life like he didn’t waste 3-5 yrs of a relationship cause his soul said ‘Ur comin home with me’ to another girl.

But you’re still friends with his brother because Papyrus supremacy

This is where the anti comes in

Shit goes down and Red brings a bunch of the aus to HIS place- same shit with my soulmate is ur soulmate cause same person different au.

But Red is not HAPPY, ofc his soul is full, he’s with his soulmate

But just because his soul is fulfilled emotionally doesn’t mean he’s happy EMOTIONALLY

She just doesn’t hit the spot like u do bbgrill

N maybe after bringing all the aus in and him seeing how unsupportive the girl is that’s when he realizes it

QUE YOU STUMBLING ONTO THE SCENE

You literally just living ur life stumbling onto all the skelles at random times

Maybe Blu at the farmers market

Black at the mall

Papyrus in the foodstore

And Rus in an arcade

WHO CARES UR BACK BB

And Red don’t know shit until the skelles are like ‘oh u should come to dinner’

AND YOU SHOW UP

Edge and Red being shocked cause they didn’t know that you were the person everyone was talking to

PERSONALITIES ARE NIGHT AND DAY BETWEEN YOU AND THE GIRL RED LEFT YOU FOR

And yk what- that’s not a bad thing

It’s not like the girl is a bad person

The whole point of all this is to show that Red, lost someone good for him

Someone who would be there for him through thick and thin and is willing to go through his bullshit because he was there for them

Some people aren’t willing to go through that and slay, cause place ur boundaries

But you were that person who was willing to go the extra mile and beyond

And he would slowly start to realize that again after everyone else brought you back in the foreground of his life

End game doesn’t have to be with you getting with everyone or getting back with Red

I just want him to feel shit cause the way he left the reader was so SAD it made me ANGRY

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[fruitrindz]

Lodgeverse Anti-Harem Niche (Pt. 2)

Brief recap, I got into the anti-harem niche through @rosescries work There's Still Magic, which led me down a rabbit hole of similar works.

So far, here is a list of some of the repetitive tropes I've seen so far:

Reader-insert (Let's refer to them as Aconite) is down on thier luck and gets contacted by a former associate (Let's call them Wisteria), who is the current significant-other of the skeletons, who calls them because (1) of how meek or easily manipulated they are and/or (2) they are slightly obsessive over them and want them close by. Most of the time it's the first option, but I have found the combination to be pretty interesting.

Aconite is only staying at the Lodge for a limited period of time, which usually is a semester while they get a degree of some kind. In the meantime, they are constantly swamped with work, school, and volunteering (usually at the local library or at nursing homes). Wisteria takes advantage of this to make themselves look good by blaming Aconite for things that they do, like leaving dishes in the sink or other bad roommate behaviors.

The Lodge skeletons (sometimes, with the exception of Mutt {Swapfell Papyrus} usually since he is usually uninterested romatically with/or just uncomfortable by Wisteria) do their best to make Aconite as uncomfortable as possible, be it with jabs or threats, etc. They do this because either: (1) 'Defending' Wisteria from Aconite; (2) 'Correcting' Aconite's mistakes or thier-percieved behavior based on what Wisteria has told them; (3) Do not like humans (other than Frisk/Chara and Wisteria, which is hypocritical), or some mix of the three.

Those outside of the Lodge (with the exception of Mutt usually) can see through Wisteria to a degree where they aren't immediately tricked.

That being said, I love this archetype, but it made me want to explore how manipulation could lead to what is oftetimes seen in stories like this and the aftereffects of the trauma of surviving such a hostile environment for even a short period of time.

Constantly placating people in hopes of avoiding confrontation is exhausting, so it's easy to imagine how Aconite is constanly using their school/volunteering/work as a form of escapism and any where that isn't their room or away from the Lodge is treated like a mine field. Aconite is constantly on their tip toes to avoid setting the skeletons off, or worse, Wisteria who could set off a chain reaction to set off the skeletons.

I could see the aftermath of them leaving the Lodge (as far as money could get them) and having to unlearn the paranoia and people pleasing tendencies they've had to learn to basically survive their experience at the Lodge.

As for everyone else there, I could imagine that things don't get better when Aconite leaves. In fact, I think they would get significantly worse since a majority of the bonding that occurred would be from 'a common enemy' - and since there isn't an enemy for them to bond over, i.e., Aconite, things between Wisteria and The Lodge, get sour pretty quickly as things don't line up now that there isn't anyone to blame.

Lodgeverse Anti-Harem Niche (Pt. 1)

[serxinns]

Ok but does anyone have ever had this undertale anti harem fanfic idea where the reader is a step ahead of the "love internet" like they know the shit they're gonna do they slowly gather all the things they need like evidence and hire people to record the s/o cheating doing illegal stuff etc and bring it back to the reader or whenever reader and s/o are alone s/o started threatening them while reader fakes on a worried look but has a hidden recording device in their back pocket

Or when the s/o cries to edge about the reader "ruining his car" and edge scolds and cusses out the reader while the reader tries to hide a laugh knowing that they secretly recorded the s/o damaging the car and rubbing ur (lotion, lipstick, whatever makeup or skincare you use) on the car

[loriestuffs]

Undertale fanfics antiharem or reverse harem where Y/n or reader is kind and forgiveness despite the skeletons treat them like shit at first but then change and fall in love with them.

What I want:

Y/n or reader still kind but never forget and forgive what they done to them, not caring if they love them or not.

I love angst and drama 😀

I saw this trend of tik tok and I could’t help but do it. First time drawing in a phone (no pencil). I hope one of these days I have motivation to draw in digital but the hard part…is that I have to turn on the computer 😅

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem Undertale Fic Idea with OP Mage Reader

So i was sorta just going down a rabbit hole of anti harem fics and one thing came to another and i just started rambling in docs. This is a random revival post but i just had to put the idea out there 😭 I might do a part 2 if it tickles enough people lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You were a mage, scratch that, you were THE mage. A blood bred and soul bound mage at the pinnacle of power. You were a starved and power hungry creature that had done anything and everything in your study of magic. It had gotten you far, much farther than anyone dared admit, and it wasn't an overestimation to say that you had climbed the highest in pursuit of your ever indulgent search.

Your reputation was dirty however, many knew you for the horrors you had summoned, for the debts you had incurred from primordial things deep in the shadows, hushed whispers followed wherever you went and you knew that whilst most were things born from fear induced imaginations of fanatics and cultists, the rumors were stemmed from half truths. Your involvement in anything was a grim omen, your standing in the mage circle was unquestioned, and you were far too intelligent to let scheming old men become your downfall. 

But at the same time, you didn't care all that much about any of it, you held no real affection for other mages, they were dull and far too concerned with bloodlines and traditions to rise to any heights, their arrogance annoyed you and so you reduced your expectations accordingly. However it seems the institution that was responsible for you had other plans.

When monsters appeared you were curious, removed from the world for centuries they were bound to hold new secrets, new curious things to explore. But what you didn't expect was being forced to babysit a gaggle of skeletons who seemed to hate your guts.

You couldn't fathom why it had to be you, you were THE top ranking mage, there was no question, so why were you placed on house arrest and doomed to listen to abuse from the undead band of miscreants you couldnt understand, it baffled you.

Sans was untrusting from the moment he put his eyes on you, his face scrunched in a grim line, he didn't like you, he didn't trust you, you suspect because you were a mage. He often tried to peek into your soul, but you hid it well, a practice you learned with your dealings with infernal devils from down under. That fact put him on edge, you could tell. His conversations with you were curt and short, and he did his best to keep you removed from his mock family and especially his brother. Several times he had threatened you with a bad time in the darker corners of the house, his threats seemed genuine.

Papyrus was an anxious mess, his hands always twisted around one another in your presence, he put on a placating expression whenever you had business with him, but you could tell he was unnerved by you. It didn't surprise you considering he was associated with the embassy, the officials there often warned him of the grim omen, the horrors of maddened mages. His anxiety made you huff more than once, and his respondent flinch was a disturbing reality check every time.

Red was a defensive and rabid dog as far as you could tell. He didn't cut back on his insults towards you, and his disdain for you begged no question. He would throw you disgusted glares whenever he was sober enough to keep his mouth shut and when the bottle found him it was nothing but slurs and mockery, he would often pick a fight with you knowing full well you could not lay a hand on him considering your assignment. 

His brother was worse, a calculated cruelness to his every word. He was smart in his insults, cold and scalding at the same time. He spat his insults with an undisguised venom and often he blamed you for every little thing that was wrong with the world. You were the devil itself, he was convinced of it. Whenever anything went wrong he blamed you, every word you said he took out of context, every insecurity you may have still held onto was exploited and made a mockery of. There were times when you felt yourself almost break your oaths and promises to guard them with your life, Edge held that much power over your breaking anger. He was good at hating, great at his unquestioned disdain for you.

Blue was a silent threat if you've ever seen one, a masked harpy. He wore innocence like a well placed mold. He was one of the only ones that would talk to you purely with the intention of finding what makes you tick. He was smart, you could tell, so he never really picked a fight, but he often insinuated things, twisted your words in the worst of ways. Your deeds and words became misconstrued and dissected as he mocked you with a toxic sweetness all with a question on those faux innocent eyes. 

Stretch was harder to decipher. He was similar to Blue in the way he hid his dislike of you, but instead of innocence he wore an air of laid back coldness. He had almost even fooled you with it, but the way his eyes never left you betrayed him. It took you a while to tell the skeleton expressions apart but once you did, it took no time at all to realize he was dissecting your every move, your every gesture and word was put under a weighted scrutiny. He judged you often and readily and you could often feel his gaze on you even while you left the skeletons well alone. He watched your every move, and you never saw Blue alone, Stretch always seemed to back his brother up in his interrogations of you, and not once did he defend you in your arguments with Edge, knowing full well that whatever Edge was accusing you of was a lie.

It was all a bother, a pain in the ass that made you groan and growl at gods that put you under such annoying tasks. Every night you would patrol the entirety of the property, defending it from silent threats in the dead of night, seen by no-one, heard by nothing. You would dissolve human supremacist groups that threatened the brothers with not a word of thanks, you didn't even mention them, their gratitude would mean nothing to you. You spent cold mornings sewing up wounds and washing away bloodstains whilst  the skeletons berated you about killing some innocent litter of pups for pure sick pleasure all the while you thought of ways to silently dispose of the grotesque eldritch beast you sunk in the swamp out of sight of the brothers blinded eyes. You were good at it, removing anything dangerous from the civilians eyes to protect their peace was the core skill of mages. Every day you would be verbally abused, belittled and insulted and all the while you carried on. 

Then one day another mage made contact with the brothers, well, a mage was perhaps not the right word. a recruit? A potential mage early in the making, a cute little thing with a voice drenched in sugar and eyes made of glass. Some new program to introduce recruits to working with monsters. Another responsibility pushed onto you. But of course you could handle it, you were the strongest scariest mage around weren't you? It made you grit your teeth. The brothers didn't seem to realize they were a mage at all, the newbie had stumbled into one of the brothers traps around the property and gotten bloodied in the process, a fact you were somehow blamed for once again. The brothers patched them up, it gave you whiplash, the attitude change was almost enough to make you sick. 

It took no time at all for all of them to warm up to each other, all the while you were stuck slaving away battered and bruised. The newbie was weak and useless in matters anything magic related. They followed you one night out on patrol, it took them 3 minutes to lose you in the fog and slowly but surely you noticed a growing disdain in the recruit as well, a snakelike jealousy even. It was easy even for them to turn the brothers even more against you, all the while getting closer to them. Something to bond over you supposed. It didn't matter, you were tired, far too tired to care anymore. But perhaps this was for the best. The brothers could be assigned a new mage once the recruit program was done, as useless as they were you were more than happy to give up your spot to them just to be done with all of this. It would all be solved once it was done, what could go wrong. It wasn't your problem, not anymore.

[osleeplessflowero]

Consequences - Prologue

Murders Most Foul

Thunder roared in the sky above. The stars were covered by the clouds, their light shielded from the area. No light would be cast upon a crime such as this..at least, not yet.

You didn't mean to see what you did.

You should've hidden, should've ran away.. but you didn't.

You went out to see what was going on and you should have turned the other way.. 

But you didn't. 

And that's when it happened. 

.

.

.

It was awful. You heard them talking, no..arguing in her room. She shouted at him, angry about something. You didn't know what, but you what you did know was that he didn't deserve to be treated like this. 

They went outside into the pouring rain. They never do that, it must've gotten serious. You shouldn't interfere. But yet you're bringing yourself to look out anyway.

They're.. fighting each other now. 

"You're so fucking PATHETIC!" She shouts at him, tugging at strands of her hair. "You don't do shit for me, what are you even good for? 'Great Papyrus'? Don't make me laugh." She scoffs at him, watching as he shrinks under her harsh gaze. He holds his arm as he gathers his words, looking from the ground to her.

"You're Saying Things You Don't Mean, Michelle. You're Just Upset Over What Happened With Edge-" He's cut off.

"Don't bring up Edge right now." She glares at him harshly as she warns him, any sign of the woman he'd fallen so heavily for long gone. Rage begins to overtake him. Something he'd always worried about.

"Well It's Quite Difficult Not To When All You've Been Doing Is Sulking And Being An Overall- Dare I Say, BITCH About It To Me And All Of Your Other Partners-" His voice begins to raise before he's cut off.

"PAPYRUS-" She furrows her brows.  "NO," He counters. "I'm SO Tired Of You Silencing Me Every Time I Try To Speak With You. Let Me Talk!" He puts a hand against his ribcage. "I don't care what you have to say." She narrows her eyes at him, the warmth he'd known from them now cold and distant. 

"What's Happened To You, Michelle?.. We All Used To Be So Close But Ever Since You Invited Them To Move In, You've..You've Changed. They Haven't Done Anything Wrong And Here You've Been Trying To Blame Them For Every Possible Mistake- And For Some Reason The Others- Even My Brother Believes You. And I Don't Understand Why." His voice trembles, like he's on the verge of tears. Everything had grown to be so confusing..was it truly wrong of him to want some answers? Some kind of reason for her behavior? 

"You know, Papyrus..People change. Feelings change. I've changed..you have certainly changed. I don't think I like your attitude." She held out her hand, summoning a knife. Her soul shining a dark, dull shade of blue.. its true color, not the one she'd been using her magic to disguise it as for so long. Kindness? Yeah, right. Her soul was one of Deceit.

She knew they'd check her when they met her. So she used her skills as a Mage to her advantage to get what she wanted. And it worked. A perfectly crafted deception to get a small bit closer to her goal. 

"Michelle, Don't Do This," He holds out his hands defensively. "You're Only Making Things Worse."

"The sooner I'm rid of you the sooner I can proceed with my goal..I don't need people defending them." She trails her finger along the outside of the knife, staring him down.

"So You Admit It," His eyelights shrink in realization. "You've Lied About Everything You've Accused Them Of!" His browbones furrow in anger. 

"Of course I did, Papyrus!" She holds out her arms. "I need to look good to everyone..and I can't have anyone ruining my chances." 

"I Won't Fight You, Michelle." He holds out his arms in a defensive position to protect himself. He couldn't bring himself to attack, even if he happens to be angry right now. It isn't right, in his eyes. Even if she happens to have a weapon.

"Oh...that's too bad. I guess you're just going to have to die a weakling then." Her smile drops, eyes widening as she jumps at him.. her blade held high. 

You find yourself running outside, stretching out your hand and reaching for him, before..

SLASH.

His head falls from his shoulders.. his body begins to dust away before your trembling eyes. 

You run over, panicking as you try to keep his body together to no avail. Shifting your focus, you hold out your arms in front of him. Michelle stares you down, her cold eyes all too familiar as she adjusts her grip on her knife. A mocking smile crosses her face as she looks down at you, and you feel a chill go down your spine.

"Oh, look who we have here..An eavesdropper. You've set yourself up for the blame perfectly, haven't you?" She giggles, eyes briefly flashing with her deceptive magic.

"Stop this, stop it!" You cry out, trembling as you hear the rest of his body fall apart. "Papyrus doesn't deserve this, he shouldn't have to suffer for your sick, twisted games!" Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. Papyrus' skull shifts a little, looking towards you. For a moment, his eyelights seem to flicker. 

She shoves you aside harshly, knocking you onto the cold and wet ground before stepping on his skull with her heel. He winces, browbones now furrowed in sadness..a tired look in his eyesockets.

"Michelle.. For So Long I Wanted To Believe In You. But Now I See..I Never Should Have Tried." His voice is tired, too. Weak, exhausted.

A crack is heard as she continues pushing down on him, a neutral look on her face as she continues to break him.

"NO!" You shout, pushing yourself up to shove her off of him.

"I Formally Apologize..For The Trouble." He smiles apologetically at you, before she manages to crush his skull entirely. And just like that..he was gone.

Rage overtook you. All you could see was red as you fought, long and hard against your opponent..someone who was clearly far stronger and more experienced in combat than you. All you had was a shield, and even then..that wouldn't be enough for this. You both struggle. Fighting against a mage was never a good idea, but this is about Papyrus. 

Papyrus at least tried to see your point of view when he could, and he always wanted to hear your side of the story when she accused you of something. And you were grateful for that, as the others wouldn't give you a passing glance, except for a select few.. 

You weren't about to let his death be in vain. Papyrus didn't deserve any of this, not at all. None of them truly deserved to suffer because of her actions. 

"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you, Michelle?" You punch her shoulder, knocking her back before she kicks your side.

"What DIDN'T you do? In every single timeline that comes along, you mess up my life!" She shouts back at you, towering over you and aiming a strike, only to miss when you jump out of the way. 

"What? What are you even talking about?!" You're..honestly confused, but don't have a lot of time to think on the topic while dodging rapid attacks from your opponent. 

"Every name change, every story change," She punctuates her words with missed attacks, "Every single time you beat me in this endless game, this endless plot- I'm sick of you! When is it my turn to be happy?" Her voice cracks as tears begin to fall, but you couldn't care less. You don't feel a drop of empathy for her, especially not now. Not after what she's done to you. To everyone.

"You gave up that chance when you hurt these monsters!"

She lets out a laugh, entering a battle stance again. "All I have to do is get rid of you, and everything will go back to the way it's supposed to, just one monster down. I didn't care for him anyway. No one ever reads these stories for Classic Papyrus anyway-"

You charge at her, the two of you tackling each other in the dirt, her trying to stab you and you throwing more punches. You may not have a weapon on you, but what's stopping you from using your fists to beat the hell out of her?

"You don't know what you're talking about, keep his name out of your disgusting MOUTH!"

Tears fall from your eyes. You didn't even know the skeleton monster all that well, but you knew what a kind soul he was. How cheerful and uplifting he was. How he did his best to keep up the brightest smiles so any who looked his way would feel reassured. He was a beacon of light, it always bounced off of him.And now that light has been dimmed by the arrogance of a petty woman who doesn't care about anyone but herself. 

"Look at you, acting all noble.. Spare me the heroics."

You look down..only to see she's pierced her knife right through your chest. Through your SOUL, more importantly. She managed to take advantage of you while you were distracted..of course. She always does. Bright, brilliant shards of green fall everywhere as you glare into her bright blue eyes. 

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" You speak with venom, watching her narrow her eyes. You cough out blood onto her face, and she shoves you off of her. You land right beside the pile of dust that was Papyrus. 

She walks inside via the basement entrance, cleaning your blood and his dust off of her clothes like it was mere dirt to the best of her ability before putting a robe over them. In your final moments, you surround Papyrus' dust protectively with your body, shielding it so it doesn't wash away with the rain. So at least..he has someone with him in the end. At least you have one another, as your blood pools along the ground.

There's muffled talking inside, they seem happy to see her..completely unaware of the fatal crime she's committed in the darkness. 

You open your eyes, sitting up, looking over at the skeleton beside you, both of you transparent to the eye. ..You're still here. You're dead, but your spirits remain. You hadn't really considered the concept before, but..you're ghosts. This is direct confirmation that ghosts are real. What a hell of a way to find that out..You turn to your companion.

"Papyrus, I'm- ..I'm so sorry. I should have done something, I should've stood up for myself sooner and maybe this all wouldn't have-" He breaks off your shaky crying by raising a hand. 

"You Did What You Could, Human. I..I Don't Know What To Do Now Myself, I..I'm Scared. We're DEAD. What Do We Do From Here?" He looks at his trembling, transparent hands. You narrow your eyes, a cold look entering them as you determine what to do next.

"What we're going to do..is get payback. She deserves to pay for what she has done." You hold out your cold, lifeless hand to him. "And we can ensure that she experiences the consequences of her actions..together."

"You And I..Together?" He holds his hand up, hesitant to take yours. Uncertain.

"Yes. If you're willing to work with me, we can make sure that justice is served." You smile at him, confident in yourself.

"I..I Don't.." He looks back towards the house, thinking of what she's done to him. What she's done to the others. What she's done to his brother. How many people she's hurt. And how many she could continue to..should she go on without being stopped. His browbones furrow, and a determined look enters his eyesockets as he reaches forwards, grabbing your hand with his own.

"Let's Do It Together."

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[alex-wolfdragon]

In connection to my latest post, here's some more details/scenarios I thought up.

OC: *working on the yard, doing heavy-lifting*

Passing Skeleton: *notices* "Would you like some help?"

OC: "Nah, I'm good." *lifts more than she should logically be able to* "Thanks though."

Skelly: *impressed* "I don't think I've seen you before. Did you move here recently?"

Friend: *notices them talking from upstairs window. Bolts downstairs*

OC: *carrying the stuff without a sweat* "Oh. Yeah, we moved here about... a week ago? I'm-"

Friend: *stands between them, smiling viciously while emitting 'fuck off' hormones* "Hi! Nice to meet you! But as you can see, we're a little busy, so if you'd excuse us! *guides OC away with scolding whispers*

OC: *completely confused but doesn't fight it*

Skelly: *weirdly feels like he's been challenged*

The challenging aspect is the fact that this skelly is an Alpha who just was told, with hormones, to fuck off by another Alpha. So now, as a subconscious effort to return the challenge, he's going to go out of his way to interact with OC whenever given the opportunity, even if Friend is there.

Friend hasn't learned how to add context to his hormones yet, which makes it pretty vague when he accidentally uses them. Which is also why he makes sure OC wears scent blockers at all times. The exception being when she bathes since they stop working when wet.

Which will eventually lead one of the skeletons to accuse Friend of being an abusive partner to OC. To which his eyes will widen and he'll scream, "I'M GAY!!!!"

Also, I like to think that OC, as an Omega, wants to make the home look and feel nice, comfy, hence her working on the yard. Friend, likewise, as an Alpha, wants the home to have security and safety, so he was looking for hazards and where to apply security measures. Hence, checking to make sure the windows lock.

Ironically, all three dynamics have protective instincts. They just operate differently.

Alphas for the pack, those they consider under their protection.

Betas for people, those who they think simply need protection in general.

Omegas for their loved ones, those who they consider family, friends, or love interests. Perhaps the most fierce.

On a final note, these girlfriends the guys have essentially try to keep other potential partners and their friends away because they want the skeletons to only focus on them. They don't hurt the skeletons physically, but they do manipulate those around them to stay the fuck away. They're kinda like yanderes? I dunno how to explain it other than being possessive in a bad way. They only work well together instead of against each other because they were friends before meeting the skeletons.

[battlemaiden13]

I have many thoughts on this anti Harem business!

I have been thinking about this AntiHarem thing a lot! I love the concept of all the love interest initially hating MC for various reasons before slowly warming up to them and I have ideas. 

I’ve read a few that involve the skeletons and I’ve noticed similar patterns through all the ones I’ve read. MC is living with the skeletons, the skeletons are all dating someone else (who is usually abusive and they are lying about MC to drag their reputation down) Mc has a kind soul or is an overly nice person all the time and there is always one skeleton who sides with MC since the beginning. If I were to write one I’d change a few things. 

MC wouldn’t live with the skeletons. I imagine them living in an apartment building on about the third floor and the house over the fence belongs to the skeletons where the MC can see into their backyard and maybe a few rooms from their balcony. 

The skeleton’s don’t have a s/o, some of them have hook ups but none of them are in a serious relationship. Instead they hate MC because of things they do (Accidentally) that directly affect the skeletons. 

MC isn’t a kindness trait soul. In fact they don’t really care about a lot of things. They are still nice but more rough around the edges. They’re personality is quiet, calculating and calm, they smoke and are pretty sharp with their tongue. 

Each of the skeleton’s hate Mc for different reasons, most of which are purely misunderstandings or cases of wrong place at the wrong time. Mc really just has terrible timing with each of the skeletons. I have figured out why most hate them too

Sans he just doesn’t like humans and then he sees MC getting irritated at Papyrus (or that's what it looks like)  and he really doesn’t like them. Then the human keeps messing up his research. 

Papyrus always seems to find MC yelling at someone for one thing or another and he’s heard MC say some awful things about others but doesn’t know the relationship MC shares with those other people. 

Edge is his manager and pretty bossy to him. Edge assumes MC likes torturing him but MC is really just trying to help, although a badly timed laugh doesn’t make things better. 

Red and Blue are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mc turns around to fast and throws a cup of coffee on Blue by accident. She runs into Red and makes him drop the thing he’s holding. They both walk in to see MC yelling at their monster friend in a huff, or playfully shoving them. 

Orange hates Mc because they seem to be constantly lying to him but MC doesn’t know Orange so why would they tell this strange skeleton anything?

Berry thinks that MC is blackmailing him. They aren't, they couldn’t care less but Berry is just a paranoid idiot. 

Syrup just doesn’t feel anything towards MC but if his brother hates them then he will automatically be cruel to them. 

As you can tell I haven’t been thinking about this at all. . . . Nope. not once did it cross my mind…. I really like the concept XD

[spookitordukeit]

Guys I am so very very insane.

I have so many ideas for so many stories running laps in my silly little brain over and over and the moment I start writing one idea, another two pop up beside it. Oh I am so ill. So feral. I am unwell. I need to write them down. NOW.

Okay-

1) I’ll put this one up first since it’s almost mermay, but I’ve had this idea for months.

Silly little MC gets pressured to go on a fun little boating trip by friends. (Bad friends) Unfortunately, MC has ✨thalassophobia✨ stuff happens and ‘friends’ decide it would be so ha ha funny to push MC off the boat as a little prank. News flash. MC has always been scared of water. Mc never learned how to swim.

Yada yada, Mc panics, starts to drown, hears clicking or something and is suddenly back on the boat gasping for breath. Orca Sans is not happy to have humans drowning in his waters. He is also not happy to have ‘friends’ polluting his waters with their trash. He had been following them because they kept throwing their shit overboard and then they threw over a while ass human. The man’s is not happyTM.

Anyway, she ends up passed out and her friends take her home, she wakes up the nest day thinking it was all just a weird dream, especially since no one but her seems to remember it, they said she passed out from the heat. After all, Monsters had emerged from the mountain a few years ago, she probably was just having funky fever dreams.

…On a whim, she goes to the dock closest to where her friends had their boat. Even if it was just a dream, the worst that can happen is she ends up looking silly.

Nothing happens and she ends up staring up at the moon, listening to the water hitting gently under the dock. It’s dark enough where she can pretend the water isn’t water and is just the night sky under her feet. She recalls a vague song, but it’s blurry she doesn’t remember where she heard it. There’s no words to it, just musical notes. On a silly whim, she sings in the quiet darkness.

It’s only when she finishes that she opens her eyes, finding two white eyelight staring back at her.

Thinking of calling it Learning Your Song.

2) I really really love the anti-harem concept, especially like There’s Still Magic by RosesCry and I’d love to write one myself! I have the idea of a whole verse for this one- I’d call is NexusTale or NexusHub and It’d be this one huge nexus where all the aus emerge from their mountains. I’m thinking it will be the first original verse lord wise. And other verses just continuously show up, many of them leave to go create their own Home AUs once their free, but may also stay.

MC has a… troubled home life to say the least. I can’t say much about this without spoiling it, but her and her sister live together, MC owns the house but she may as well be a freeloader with the way her sister and the skeles act. Oh yeah- did I mention MC’s sister invited a whole gaggle of skeletons to come live with them without asking MC?

It’s not like she could say no— they’re all newly emerged from the underground and don’t have a place to call their own, her and her Kindness couldn’t just leave them to the wolves… I Have Many Ideas For This One— I think I’d call it Shades Of Green or something.

3) okay so hear me out- Blue joins the Bad Sanses but with horrendous ✨trauma✨ Blue is with the Stars, and he does his best! He really does! But even his best isn’t enough most times. And people need him— people will die and suffer needlessly if he rests for even just one moment— so he must keep going! Dream is always there to give him a searing hot boost of energy whenever he’s falling behind. And who is he to complain if it makes his marrow feel like it’s boiling him from the inside out? If it feels like his soul is filled with churning, molten lava? If all he can think of is fight fight fight— anything to get rid of this feeling.

Why does Killer keep asking him weird questions? What does he mean he thought Blue would be too out of commission from mourning to fight?

…When was the last time he saw his brother…?

I’m thinking of calling it, When Dreams Turn To Nightmares. I also want to up the anti by having Nightmare somehow be able to transfer a little bit of his power to the boys?? Making them like demi gods??? Idk I’ll figure it out

4) okay okay— UnderFell soulmate Au where the first words your soulmate says are somewhere on your skin. I know I know, it’s been done many time but LISTEN- Monsters emerged from the mountain like five years ago and very quickly took over, humans are lower class and the world over all is pretty sucky. MC lives in a shitty run down apartment and works a shitty job. She has two marks, one on each of her wrists like shackles.

She’s working at her job at the gas station one day, tired, hungry and ready to go home when the captain of the royal gaurd and the freaking judge walks in. She’s panicking because two of the most powerful and dangerous Monsters are within killing distance of her, as she should. She does her best not to make eye contact with either of them as they loudly walk through the aisles, but, inevitably, The Judge comes over to the checkout and she can’t ignore him— no one ignores the judge.

Red says something probably along the lines of “what? cat got yer tongue?” And MC freezes mid scan of an item, the words on her left wrist burning against her skin for a brief moment.

She looks at him with utter horror and Edge walks, excuse me— stomps over with some snappy demand like “WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG, HUMAN? WERE VERY BUSY!”

And then the words on her right wrist start burning and all she can do is mutter out “This can’t be happening.”

Both the boys freeze for a long moment and MC flees out the back door.

I’m definitely calling this one Shackled By You Words, Collared By Your Love. Because yeah it’s UnderFell, there’s collars lol. MC has one that she wears that she fills with her own Intent to keep Monsters away. Not that it works very well.

5) I reeeeeaaaallly want to do a dark fic 😔 I think writing a Yandere Edge would be really interesting. Not in a ‘I’ll kill anyone who looks at you’ but more in a ‘I’ll steal you from the forest and take you home where you will never leave because I only I can keep you safe and you will never want to leave.’ Kinda way.

So MC is a skeleton creature of some sort, not sure which yet. She lives in the forest alone, without a pack. Her pack was… lost. They had been taken from their homes once, and she got free. But now she is alone, and has been for many years.

She had her den and she protects the forests creatures from hunters, many of which do not leave alive. One day she catches a familiar scent, and with her soul racing and the inside of her skull screaming that she’s found them! They came back! They escaped! Family! Pack! Pack! Pack! She races through the trees and follows the scent, skidding into a clearing with an elated yell of welcome, only to stop short and have the words die in her throat.

The monster that stands shocked in the clawing is not her pack.

Fear, grief and rage well up in her soul and instead of running the monster out or killing him for trespassing in her forest, she runs. She runs all the way back to her den and burrows herself into the deepest parts of her nest while her soul tries it’s best to tear itself apart. The brief hope that had surged in her soul leaves her more broken then she was before, her kind is not meant for isolation. She so horribly, painfully alone…

She doesn’t leave her den for days, creatures of the forest bring her food and water, and stare worriedly at her until she accepts them, wolves bring her fresh kills and rabbits snuggle into her sides. The forest is worried, and yet she can not bring herself to move. She is alone.

Prey animals scatter and Predators growl in warning when a figure emerges from the trees. MC looks up in shock and fear as the monster from before pauses in the little clearing of her home. Anger quickly stomps out her fear as the monster is surrounded, she pulls herself from her den and growls at the intruder who dares to invade her home.

The Skelton monster does not look worried for his well being despite the wolves, bears and even a great moose surround him. The forest hisses with anger.

Somehow it deescalates and Edge ends up coming to the forest quite frequently. He is observant and quiet but he’s kind and sh is so very alone. She attaches to him quickly, missing him when he’s gone and chattering endlessly the moment he’s there. She shows him her den, shows him her nest, shows him the wonders of her forest and tells him of her darkest memories.

Memories of white labs and cold voices and the whines of her pack from behind separated walls. Memories of escaping along with another, but losing sight of him along the way. (Sometimes she thinks she can smell him on Edge… but that’s just her head playing tricks on her.)

…When she wakes up from a nap that leaves her groggier then normal, she’s a little disoriented. But not for long. The place she finds herself is unfamiliar, but Edge is not.

She can’t do anything but stare at the monster in front of her in silent horror, a cold pit in her stomach as her shaking hands grip onto the collar around her neck.

Idk what if call this tbh.

Sigghhhhhhhhh. So yeah, that’s all my ideas so far. Any of them strike your fancy?? Lemme know! I’ve already got five fics going, what’s five more?!

*sobbing*

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New chapter is up, guys! Hope you all enjoy :)