#utmv superhero au

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Inviting other artists!

So I've just made a superhero AU for utmv. Right? Well, I really only wanted to design one guy, Lust. Sooo I'm opening the AU (WHICH LITERALLY HAS NO LORE YET SO NO WORRIES) for others to partake in!

Here's like, the basic lay out.

Choose one Sans AU to turn into superhero/villain. Please refrain from using a Sans someone else claimed.

Make them into a superhero/villain themed after something specific. (Example: A plant themed superhero, or even a cactus one!)

Keep powers balanced with weaknesses, please make them relate to their theme!

Give them a civilian identity! You don't have to draw this one, but make sure to mention their civil job and name!

Give them a Superhero/Villain name as well!

Wait, supervillain?

OH YES! You can choose the mortal alignment of your claimed Sans! Super hero, villain, neutral, vigilante? Just pick whatever you want!

Of course headcanons are welcome, it's Canon to YOUR design! Make them trans, gay, autistic, whatever! (Human designs are allowed too!)

Wait.. what do I (the artist reading this) Even get out of doing this?

Well I'll tell you! For one, its a fun artist challenge where you personalize and create a whole new hero/Villain to your preferences!

You also get to imagine their lore, and incorporate their personality into the story! They'd all be canon part of the AU. (Note: if someone claimed a sans first and you did it anyways, yours wouldn't be Canon unless issues occurred with the OG/they gave you permission.)

I dunno, I just wanna make an AU with a ton of people, ya know? I think it's be fun for us to work together on this.

CLAIMED LIST:

Lust: Hero. Complete. By @thelunarsystemwrites.

Reaper: Vigilante. Completed by @solusminds.

Outer: Vigilante. Complete by @dzasterdumpterfire

Ink: Retired Hero. Complete by @lix88888

Error: Supervillain. Complete by @its-paperd

Dust: Claimed by @billygoat26

Farmer: Claimed by @absurdumsid

Cross: Claimed by @weirdest-worlds

Geno: Claimed by @eldritchcats

Shattered: Claimed by @genderfluidyellowocto

Nightmare: Supervillain. Completed by @analexthatexists

Killer: Claimed by @a-menacetosociety

Dream (and core frisk): Claimed by @thenocturnenarrator

Blue: Superhero, complete by @createbellatheartist

Fell: Supervillain, complete @underrrtaleee-freakk

Quantum: Superhero. Completed by @nashdoesstuff (Also made an OC for the AU, Dreamshade! Superhero.)

Horror: Neutral Evil. Completed by @it-came-from-mount-ebott

Ccino: Claimed by @some-aroace-chaos

Fresh: Claimed by @nightmareishomophobic

Die sans: Claimed by @dustsansm1

Bill: Supervillain. Completed by @endless-emptyness (OC Nanno made by sane person!)

Epic: Claimed by @dtdrawz

Fatal error: Claimed by @spookyboris2

Swan: Claimed by @glitching-moon

Sci: Claimed by @joonebugg

Dance: Claimed by @dv-reblogs

Swad: Claimed by @shinanigans-art

Littletale: Claimed by @somehhuuuhh

Possession: Claimed by @b0nerific-individual

Alter: Claimed by @annabel184

Paperjam: Vigilante. Completed by @papple

Decadent society: Supervillain. Complete by @supper122

Green Sans: Claimed by @xxcross-is-a-helicopterxx

Roulette: Claimed by @ant1quarian

On the claimed list, if you claim a Sans (By commenting or reblogging saying "Dibs Blank!" Or "Can I do blank?" Etc! I'll add it on the List saying: "Sans: Claimed by User"

Once it's made, please tag me so I can see! Then I'll update it to "Sans: Moral alignment. By User." And link it on this post! [Please only claim one, we want enough to go around! However you can claim variations! So one person could make dream, another could make shattered!]

[Note I do not claim any ownership over your designs for the AU, nor will I use your design w/o permission.]

With all that said! Anyone interested? [And hey, if you're not interested? It's okay to just not join. Or ignore this!]

Asks! (Questions regarding the AU!)

Can we make our own lore woth other characters?

Secondary claims?

Only two grabs?

Can we have OCs?

Can we use our own AUs?

[papple]

For @thelunarsystemwrites' superhero au!

guys do you think he plays splatoon

[solusminds]

Vigilante Reaper <3

He eepy

[nashdoesstuff]

here’s my other superhero for the au by @thelunarsystemwrites! [2/2]

Meet Time Kid, a young superhero who loves to help people.

His civilian identity is Sans [REDACTED], a 7th grade student that admires all superheroes and who is fortunate enough to be one. He’s quite the celebrity at his middle school for it.

LORE, STATS, AND MORE:

Sans [REDACTED] was raised a normal kid, but there was one thing that always stood with him, and that was the superheroes in the city. He saw them, flying high, protecting civilians, defeating the bad guys, and he knew that one day, he wanted to be one.

His dad, Gaster, is a scientist. He continuously begged him to make him some sort of superpower, but his pleas didn’t work, as his father insisted it was far too risky. Obviously, being a child, he didn’t take no for an answer. So, he snuck into his dad’s lab, dabbling with his equipment and previous projects. He stumbled across an older experiment, a blue serum on the inside of a fridge labeled in a language he couldn’t understand. He activated the serum with his magic, causing a reaction that broke the glass vial it was contained in and the contents mixing with his own magic. At first, it hurt, burning the inside of his bones, but after a few hours, the stinging sensation went away, and he found a new power— time manipulation.

He hadn’t heard of a real superhero with the ability to manipulate time before, so he was overjoyed when he accidentally made a paper airplane stop in mid air during class. He practiced his magic until he decided it would be safe enough to use in a real situation.

One day, when getting groceries with his dad, he noticed an attack. A supervillain attack, in real time. He didn’t recognize the villain, but he knew he had to help. He dropped the bag he was holding and quickly teleported into the scene, despite his father’s demands for him to stop.

After what seemed like an exhausting fight, he triumphed, though with a few cracked bones. The next thing he knew, he was swarmed with reporters and journalists, shocked that someone of his age defeated an adult villain. He gleamed with pride, incredibly excited until his father dragged him from the crowd, furious. He had a very long lecture for his son, and grounded him for a month. It took him a while to acknowledge Sans’ clear ambition for heroism, but when he did, he told him to be careful, and gave him the opportunity to try it out again.

With his father’s blessing, Sans became Time Kid, one of the youngest heroes in the city.

STATS:

ATK 20 DEF 30 HP 100

STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES:

+ agility and speed + extremely smart— can use intel on the battlefield + time manipulation— can stop a moment in time for a certain amount of time. He can also fling time disks at people shaped like clocks, which sort of work like bones. + fusion— can fuse with other skeletons at will to help on the battlefield, as long as they consent. - low health - can only use his powers for a certain period of time before he gets tired - can get uncontrollably hyperactive, which is not good for stealthy situations. - fusion can only work when his magic level is full - he’s still developing, so magic may not work as intended at times

FUN FACTS:

- Some students at his school call him Time Kid or TK, even though his name is technically Sans. He’s in no position to complain, though. - TK is 4’6. - TK’s pronouns are he / him. - TK has ADHD! This works both for and against him in the battlefield. - He really wants to be apart of a superhero team. - He can be quite the annoyance to enemies, especially considering he defeats a lot of them. - His best friend is a kid named Frisk at their school. They’re super cool, and helped him make decisions for his superhero job!

and that’s about it! thanks for reading if you got this far <3

tk!sans is originally by @/perfectshadow06 utmv superhero au by @/thelunarsystemwrites this variation of the character is by me ^w^

[it-came-from-mount-ebott]

Here is the supervillain version of horror for @thelunarsystemwrites utmv superhero au!

Lore under the cut

Backstory: he once worked at a power plant run by Horror!Undyne. At the time, he was a college student, studying phycology. He was a big fan of classic horror movies and at the same time was a huge comic nerd. This combination of traits, along with a general lack of common sense, led him to want to recreate scarecrow’s fear gas. He was a maintenance worker at the power plant as a side job to pay for college. Eventually, he got very close to recreating the fear gas. It wasn’t exact, though. It still induced hallucinations, but instead of personal fears, they showed common fears that a lot of people have, such as spiders and darkness. Still, he was very proud of it. However, he didn’t have anywhere to keep it, so he carried it around with him in a tank. Undyne took notice of this, and one day, while horror was working, she asked to see it. Her lead scientist, Horror!Alphys, realized it could also work as a power source for the plant. Sans, however, didn’t want his project to be taken advantage of like that. He refused to hand it over, and resisted when undyne tried to take it by force. This led to a fight, where the gas was dropped into the power plant, causing an explosion. Sans got severely injured, losing an eye and his skull was cracked. But the unique combination of the energy from the power plant and the fear gas gave him abilities, but living after such an injury was still extremely difficult, and he held a grudge against undyne because of it. Using his new powers, he threw together a makeshift disguise, which was inspired by slashers because he’s still a dork. He attempted to destroy what was left of the power plant in revenge, but was thwarted by the hero known as Final Girl. (Aliza)(might make some lore for her later) While he failed to achieve his goal, Final Girl didn’t exactly win either. She had lost her arm during the battle. Horror, who was going by the villain name “The Slasher” began doing more crimes, but was always stopped by Final Girl. (Although she never left a battle unscathed, either) Horror had also managed to regain his civilian life, opening up the fast food chain “The Snowdin Butcher,” which became famous for its secret hot dog recipe. The Slasher later ended up joining nightmare’s team, because working alone as a supervillain was difficult, and being on a team might finally help him defeat Final Girl and get his revenge on Undyne.

Powers(haha funny reference) and weapons:

Can teleport, but only in dark areas, and the range is short.

Enhanced strength (the usual)

Has his trusty axe, which he is quite adept at using.

Can spray the aforementioned gas from his mouth, which causes hallucinations of common fears

Weakness:

The gas can only hurt you if you believe what it’s showing you.

The teleport only works from dark area to dark area, and has a short range.

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Affiliations:

Undyne- has a grudge against

Aliza- arch-nemesis

Nightmare- Boss @analexthatexists

Killer- teammate @a-menacetosociety

Dust- Teammate @billygoat26

Cross- Teammate (until specified otherwise) @weirdest-worlds

[spookuzm]

Ayo this is cool af

Heres my Superhero Au Fell sans Concept Art!!

He’s not finished but i really wanna show of what i do have of him

Afdshbrung hands are so hard to draw i hate them >:(( it does not look how i want them at all

I added in my watermark just in case. Looking at you ai art.

Yes despite looking very clean in the later parts he is very much still unfinished!! I haven’t decided on colors yet. I just made him all red and the background a lighter red, cause just posting line art without color felt weird. And his eyes are only yellow here to contrast all the red in the photo it is not guaranteed they will be yellow in the final draft.

Theres still a couple areas i need to patch up as well like his mouth

The line art there is a bit of in one place and he’s missing his signature golden tooth.

The photo is spoilers for his powers shhhhhhhh 🤫

@thelunarsystemwrites

[canine-teethed-sheets]

[ THE DESTRUCTOR ]

@thelunarsystemwrites i finally finished error!! the colouring sucks balls rn, but whatever it is what it is ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

claps hands NOW

below cut is his abilities and a short backstory :3

;; abilities —

electric charge from his weapons that resemble knitting needles (the size of his whole arm, able to be shrink)

contrasting pink ball of yarn that is able to send said electric charges, a metal-like feel despite its appearance, possibly wires all in itself

sleeves that are able to stretch and change size, possibly fueled by his own magic (yellow claws, not his hands)

cloning, albeit in doll form of himself and sometimes other residents/victims in the area (way to disassemble it is finding a weak string and pulling, making the clone fall apart)

puppetry, caused by his yarn-wire enveloping one's soul and limbs and controlling them like a marionette

;; short backstory —

" no one knows for sure where he came from. it's been commonly said that he was an experiment, but he gets pissy when it's discussed. " - citizen #1, male

[ —-—-—-—-— ]

" a city i used to live in was the first one that he attacked, like it was crazy! one second you were just running to work, next thing you know, your whole town collapsed and you were trapped in pink blue wires and rubble. " - resident #2, female

[ —-—-—-—-— ]

" almost every week i hear news about attacks in the town, it was almost a routine. then suddenly one day, he just... vanished. just like that. last time i heard, he was yelling at The Creator something about a final attack, and it still keeps us on edge to this day. " - bystander #3, non-conforming

and what does our once retired hero have to say in this matter? well we'd tell you, but we haven't been in contact with him as of late.

tune in next time!

[lix88888]

@thelunarsystemwrites

(I'm not very good at drawings, so I used a character maker)

This my Ink!

He is a superhero, and his name is "The Creator", though he also goes by Ink by now. Why? Because, this little guy right here, was one of the first superheroes, so he never made too much effort to hide his identity.

Sure, he always introduced himself as "The Creator, Protector of this city!" but this man doesn't even have a mask, he only has a hood that he uses mostly to blend into the night, so it only took some time before people knew his real identity, and he became famous for it.

Error is his nemesis, but the two of them are more like frenemies, so Error decided to not use this info to his advantage, it would ruin the whole "thing" they got going on! (Besides, he and Ink see each other every two weeks to watch movies, Error knows where he lives).

When Error decided he was tired of being a supervillain and just said "fuck it, I'm out", Ink came to the conclusion that he could also retire safely and trust the new generation of heroes to handle every new threat that would come.

(By the way, I talked about this with @its-paperd so it's all square)

By now, Ink is a retired superhero, and his job is to train new heroes and be a mentor (if they want to). The money he needs to live comes from things like royalties and products he sponsors and other things, so he doesn't need to work and dedicates himself to the new heroic endeavour of helping young heroes and teach them the ropes, and also not let them make his same mistakes.

His powers

Ink's powers, like in canon, are that he can create things using Broomie (not in the design, the character maker didn't have it) and smaller brushes he has inside in his many pants pockets. He uses "ink" to sort of power the brushes, and then he just needs to draw a rough shape and his imagination does the rest. With Broomie, Ink just needs to slash it in the air and think really hard, and the object he wants to create appears (he can also make small ink creatures to fight for him). However, there's a drawback: the "ink" he uses? Actually his black blood. (So, his power is actually also his weakness, because he'd pass out or die if he used too much blood)

Without the cloak, you could see that his arms are full of cuts, because that's where it's easiest to cut to get some blood flowing (also why his coat is black, hides the stains). He always used to carry a bannou knife on his person, so that he could quickly get access to his... weapon.

Now that he is retired and matured, he can understand that what he did was dangerous and self destructive, and so he takes great care that all new superheroes about the dangers of being self-sacrificial, and how they don't need to hurt themselves and forget their own value in order to be good heroes. He shows them his scars willingly, to make them understand that he's not talking about hypoteticals. He tries to be the mentor he would have wanted when he first started.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Cheese 'n chrisps that was quick! /pos! I love the weapon of choice!

Anti-Hero/Vigilante Roulette

( @thelunarsystemwrites )

I don't currently have the means to draw him- but!! Info!

Roulette often wields several guns- but only one of which has a bullet in it. Not even he is sure which is which.

He does this purely to add a bit of comedy and adrenaline to a fight

Roulette's Power is shifting gravity of the things he touches/endues with his magic.

So, for example, if he were to touch someone he could increase or decrease their gravity depending on his goal.

This works on himself, too

Only problem is that the drawback means that after a long while of using his power he begins to get heavier and heavier. His bones begin to get more and more weighed down as his own gravity increases

The singular bullet in one of his gun's chambers has the ability to hit shit and condense it down into a very small area before blowing it back out.

He can do that with people, too, but it immediately knocks him out afterwards.

Roulette is often seen to be a gremlin, cocky, sassy, sarcastic and dryly amused. He's more agile than he is strong

He is technically classified as an Anti-hero (Who loves to weed out the Heroes he thinks are only there for the fame and money and all that bullshit by killing them), but he'll actively save everyday civilians.

Sometimes he can be coerced into helping the Villains or Heroes, but he refuses to let himself be tied down by anyone or anything

He doesn't exactly have emotional attachments, which is why killing him or getting "justice" would seem very unsatisfactory.

A charming nice guy, but doesn't get attached. Ever.

[weirdest-worlds]

Can you draw horror from @thelunarsystemwrites superhero au? For clarification, he’s wearing a mask, but that is his eye. There is a hole for it.

Yes, I am the person who claimed him for the au :3

Pov: you like the giant, but he can kill you

I added my own flare to it, hope you don't mind! Didn't expect to get it done this soon...

[thelunarsystemwrites]

New Introduction!

^ Sona! ^

Salutations, I welcome you to my page! My name is Lunar! (If you're also Lunar, you can call me the LunarSys!)

This is a safe space for those who are Queer, POC, any sort of disability, Agere/Petre/Agedre/Petdre, neurodiverse, alterhuman/non-human, mentally ill, religious, and or any sort of minority or majority! In the end, as long as you're not hurting anyone or making them uncomfortable, you're welcome here! (Yes, this includes Systems, HPD, NPD, Bipolar, BPD, etc!)

This place isn't a space for: Proship, fakeclaiming systems, or any disorders really, harassment. You will be blocked, but obviously I'm not gonna harass you.

I use Lua/Luan/Luar neos, however They/Them is perfectly fine too! (Any pronouns but she/her are okay! ^^)

Please avoid using fem terms on me! (Girly, gurl, sis, dudette, etc!)

Amateur artist. Platonically obsessed with Lust Sans, Donnie from Rottmnt, Hunter from Toh and Jax from TADC!

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[solusminds]

@thelunarsystemwrites

Vigilante!Reaper [Neutral Evil]

Based on Ravens.

His design may be revised later, and more stuff may be added to his lore.

So do expect this to be edited later on

Reaper isn't really a hero or villain. He's a vigilante, a double-edged sword, if you will. He follows his own set of rules. He is more aligned with heroes most times, but he does help villains. His alliances are purely for his gain and to push his personal goal forward, whatever it takes to reach that. He has a strong dislike for those in power, especially when they abuse that power. He takes justice into his own hands, punishing those who are corrupt in power. He is not afraid to get his hands dirty. He's killed before and will do it again if he has to.

Reaper wears a black body suit and a black cape. The little cape pin with the rope is in the shape of a bird skull. The shadow over his eyes stays even if his hood isn't up. This shadow is gone when he's just a normal civilian. His cape is used as a cloak to mimic the grim reaper, wanting to intimidate his targets. He feels no remorse for his targets. He could care less about them.

He rarely speaks when he's out as a vigilante, sometimes saying something to whoever he's decided to teamed up with or who his target is. His targets are corrupt people in power, and he'll do anything to deliver justice, ANYTHING. Reaper currently has no stable alliances.

His powers/weapons + weaknesses/limits:

He can levitate, mostly doing it at home or when he's out in as a vigilante. He can get a couple of feet off the ground. Sometimes, he flaps his wings to mimic flying(his wings are too small to actually fly with). He barely uses this outside his house or when he's alone at work. This also applies to objects. He can make them levitate, but he has no control over what it is, and they're usually not very big.

Like original Reaper, he has the death touch, but it's much less powerful. It can kill plants and bugs, sometimes small birds, but never a person, and it's a conscious thing he has to do. He mostly uses this power for intimidation.

His main weapon is a scythe, though it's rather big and heavy, so it weighs him down a bit. This can be exploited to slow him down with sharp corners and small claustrophobic paths/tunnels. The scythe has a raven skull, up by the blade part, with a little lantern that has a light blue flame in it.

Can teleport, but it has a cool down. This cool down is dependent on how far he's teleporting. The farther he goes, the longer the cool down. It also just takes energy for him to do that, so he tries not to teleport often. He can teleport with other beings, but that takes even more energy, so he just doesn't do that.

Now, with Gaster Blasters, he has them, but he doesn't ever use them. He never summons any that are big, but rather, making them small and only using them to fetch things for him at work or home, they take energy to make, like all of his magic does.

Phobias & Disorders:

Reaper is an insomniac, so he is extremely exhausted. This intern will slow his movements and make him less vigilant, meaning his hunts for his targets can stretch on longer than he'd like. He ends up really tired and sleepy.

He has emetophobia(fear of throwing up), Trypanophobia(fear of needles), Nosocomephobia(fear of hospitals), Tomophobia(fear of medical procedures/surgery), and Atychiphobia(fear of failure). Reaper can deal with his fears most of the time as he's rarely in those situations, but he avoids hospitals like the plague.

Traits, Habits, and Other Random Things:

Remorseless to targets: He has no remorse for his targets. Killing isn't his main goal, but he will do it and won't feel bad about it if it happens. He doesn't care how scared his targets are. If anything, he likes it.

Lying: He isn't one to shy away from lying. He will usually lie to get information he wants. While the feelings of others aren't something he'd normally take into consideration, if he's close to someone or actually likes someone and knows something that'd hurt them, he'd lie to protect their feelings.

Flirty: Reaper is a bit of a flirt. He usually keeps his cool as he is almost never into who he's flirting with or being flirted at. It's all for manipulation. But stars forbid he's into who he's flirting with. He immediately becomes an incoherent idiot who forgot the pickup line and ability to flirt, but he still tries to be confident. (Ex: Starts pick-up line, tries to lean on the wall, misses wall and falls face first onto floor, turns and does finger gun, forgets rest of pick-up line)

Collector: He has small collections for random things, all organized in a very certain way. He has a small bone collection, sticker collection, and a collection for books he has in his living room. He likes everything to be clean and organized. Everything has a place to be.

Reaper talks to himself all the time, especially at work, sometimes even to the bodies he's dealing with, saying what's on his mind or acting like him and the body are having a whole conversation together. Another thing he'll do is tap/drum his fingers on something to the tune of a song he's listening to or thinking of at that time, or it's one he just made up.

He calls his home his "realm," so sometimes he'll use the excuse of "I'm tending to my realm" not to call/text someone. He forgets not everyone knows what he's referring to, so sometimes when he says, "Welp, time to head back to my realm," he'll get weird looks. He also will sometimes refer to other living beings as "souls."

Civilian Life & Past:

Reaper is a young adult and is bisexual. He had found out when he was 15 years old, suddenly so much made sense to him.

In his civilian life, Reaper lives in an apartment on the 2nd floor. He works as a mortician/undertaker, sometimes volunteering for the graveyard shift at a cemetery nearby where he lives and works. When he's not at work or home, he'll spend his time at a café, coffee is his addiction. In his civilian identity, his eyesockets are dead empty with eyebags. He usually wears a hoodie with sweatpants. He has black raven wings on his back, the wings aren't that big, they're actually pretty small, but he does make sure that they're well taken care of. He is currently trying to gain the trust of a cat that lives in the alleyway of his apartment complex. He wants to adopt her, he's named her "Eve" and already has stuff bought for her.

His social life is currently pretty empty. He doesn't really like people all that much. He was often excluded from things when he was younger, which probably influenced his introverted tendencies. He is still in contact with his brother and father. He lives in a different city, so he barely sees them, but he considers them to be the people closest to him and always thinks of them fondly. Another he has contact with is a woman he refers to as "Lady Life" or "Tori", she calls him "Mister Death" since he calls her Lady Life. He met her a few years back and has kept in contact with her, he doesn't live too far from her and sometimes visits her garden, he enjoys her company and she tells him about the plants she tending to. He has a book on plants so he can know more and talk about them to her. Tori also gossips with him. She's the one mainly gossiping, Reaper has no idea who any of the people she's talking about are, but he's always interested in it, especially with what's going between her and her ex-husband. He has met her kids on a few occasions, but they just know him as "Mom's friend."

When he was younger, his father was barely home. His dad was always out working as a scientist for terrible pay. His employers exploited him for more work with less pay and threatened to fire him if he tried to go against it. He had blackmail over him that stressed him out so much. Most of Reaper's memories regarding his father were of him standing in the doorway of his father's study, staring at his father, who was sitting at the desk trying to figure out how to get the blackmailer to stop and hopefully improve life for his two kids. He always wondered how this happened and why nobody did anything. The police were informed but threw the case out almost immediately. Reaper was so upset about it. Why was this happening? Reaper didn't understand. When he got older, he eventually found out the full extent of what, and that was what paved his path to becoming a vigilante.

In school, he was often alienated by his classmates. He never really understood why, and they never had a good answer. He did try to make friends but almost always failed miserably. He gave up after a while when it stopped working. He started to focus on his work rather than making any friends.

Relationships( so far):

RT!Gaster -> Father

RT!Papyrus -> Brother

RT!Toriel( aka Tori/Lady Life) -> (Best?)Friend

RT!Frisk, Chara, & Asriel -> Tori's kids(<- his view of them) / Mom's friend(<- their view of him)

[nashdoesstuff]

hellooo i did a thing for @thelunarsystemwrites’s superhero au [1/2] <33

this is my oc vou in the au!

they’re a superhero! their hero’s name is dreamshade, and they primarily fight crime dealing with acts of violence, bribery, and social injustice.

by day, they’re an overworked fashion designer for one of the largest brands in the city named vou asara. Their schedule includes various overtime days, but they usually escape for their superhero gig. nobody knows how they haven’t gotten fired yet.

LORE, STATS, AND MORE:

LORE:

Vou Asara was brought to life by a family of two, combining their SOUL magic to make them. They grew up as a normal kid, but had to go into foster care at 14 when one parent died unexpectedly and the other got into substances. Their adoptive parents were kind to Vou, and did whatever they could to help them reach their dreams, which was making it into the fashion industry. Upon getting a job opportunity abroad, they moved out of their town in the UK and into the big city, where they started out as a designer’s assistant for a large clothing label, making part-time pay.

When coming home one night after a shift, they stopped by a convenience store for a quick coffee and the evening newspaper. They saw an advertisement from a local pawn shop searching for employees while skimming through, and they decided to take it, as they needed extra money on the side to pay rent.

The first few days on that job were fine, though sometimes they came out of their shifts sluggish, with the smell of tobacco stuck in their senses. A human customer came, one day, offering up a ring that Vou hadn’t ever seen before. It was dashing— an amber stone was the center of attention on the piece of jewelry, with small other gems surrounding it. The amber shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, and Vou thought it could pair nicely with a dress they were designing in their studio. So they bought it from the person, then purchased it from the shop itself, taking it home excitedly.

They combined the ring with the dress and some other accessories immediately after getting it. They decided to wear this outfit to a fashion event with their boss at the time, and things went swell until they decided to start drinking. The alcohol made them go a bit bonkers, and they eventually collapsed at the after party, needing to be brought home by a barista named Atra. The issue was, when they had passed out, they shattered the large stone in the ring, releasing a magic that latched onto their bones. The magic caused their darkened bones to become more droopy, and a bit more of a pain to manage. However, they quickly found out they now had the ability to shapeshift and was quite flexible.

They used this to their advantage at first, picking at locks and safes to steal, but when they got promoted in their fashion job and left the stinking pawn shop, they decided to leave the criminal activity behind and use it for the better. They spent a good while making an alter ego, and in the end, they ended up with the hero, Dreamshade— a fighter whose job is to fight injustice in the city.

As of now, they have no nemesis, and are quite friendly with people unless they work with them. The barista that helped them is now their partner, and they know one another incredibly well and love each other very much.

Stats:

16 ATK 25 DEF 500 HP

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Dreamshade is strongest when they’re calm. Calmer atmospheres cause their goop to level and not droop excessively. Their biggest weakness is water and warm temperatures, as it interacts negatively with their goopy bones. They are strengthened in cooler temperatures.

Fun facts:

Vou still has their English accent and is quite proud of it.

They especially love petty crime and shutting that down.

They’re barely ever at home, unfortunately. Their partner is the only person who knows about Dreamshade being Vou, and they found out accidentally.

They typically only fight with appendages that they may produce on their back. They can have up to 6 at a time, but prefer to use only 2.

They’re in charge of the dress department in their building.

Their superhero outfit takes around 2 minutes to get into.

They do kind of want to join a superhero group, but aren’t sure how it would work…

Their alignment is neutral good.

and that’s pretty much it! i’m still working on tk, so keep an eye out for that!

[consumeroflemoans]

Guess who finally made something for his Superhero AU. It’s Killer (to no one’s surprise)

Nightmare coming tomorrow 👀

[fallenasleepyetagain]

Suture - Nightmare/Terror Fic

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Prompt from: @yearoftheotpevent

Media: UTMV/Undertale AUs

Genres: Superhero AU, superpowers AU, no Multiverse AU, purplemare & tealmare are separate guys, Dream & Nightmare aren’t related, hurt/comfort, whump (???), human AU, more of a rivals to lovers than enemies to lovers so sorry </3

Characters: Nightmare, Terror, & Dream (mentioned)

CW/TW - Descriptions of wounds, descriptions of wounds being sewn up/sutured, blood descriptions, medical descriptions, lots of swearing on Nightmare’s part (lol), not particularly gorey just be aware.

Word Count - 3502

Author’s Note: OK quick explanation time, normally purplemare & tealmare are the same guy, but in stories where they’re different (such as this), I refer to purplemare as Nightmare, and tealmare as Terror! Hope that makes sense <3

unfortunately this isn’t my favorite fic </3 I was so so busy this month it’s not even funny so it may be a lil all over the place

“Oh my god!” Nightmare shouts, slamming the door on Terror’s face and locking it. He storms into his bedroom, slipping his tattered dress shirt and tossing it half-hazardly into the trash can by his desk. “The last thing I need right now is your shoving your unwanted nose in my business!”

The knob to the door jiggled as Terror attempted to get in, speaking to him through the door. Nightmare couldn’t hear him, and he didn’t want to. He walked through his large bedroom, gripping onto his side as he opened the door to his private bathroom. Much like everything else in the mansion, the bathroom had a dark, monochromatic color palette to it. It was modern, unlike some areas of the mansion that still had its gothic Victorian style.

Blood dripped down from his body, his hand not doing much to care for the wound on his side. He staggered up to the mirror, and cringing as he looked at himself. His eye was black and his nose had some blood slowly dripping out of it. He yanked out a towel and put it on the floor in front of him, letting the blood drip somewhere. As blood drips from his wounds, he leans against the black and white counter, his mind going fuzzy.

“Shit…” He grunts, pulling out the medkit and setting it on the counter. The wound that Dream, that sexy idiot of a hero, gave him was deep on his side. He swore that he could still feel the angelic magic burning at his skin. The arrow had cut through his skin and muscle and the more he looked at it, the more he had to admit that it would have to be sutured.

Going to the hospital was out of the question, especially with his reputation as a villain. His eyes glanced toward the closed bathroom window, Terror was always an option but…he shook his head. He didn’t want to be near the bastard right now, not after the absolutely humiliating battle he was just forced through. The last thing he needed was Terror berating the shit out of him! 

The medkit has a suturing kit on the inside, and he pulled it out, investigating his wound as he did so. He cringed looking at it, before swallowing hard. The faucet gave him cold water when he turned it on, and he seethed as he poured water into the wound, watered-down blood dripping down his side and into his dress pants. He’d have to throw them out after tonight, which sucked because they were so comfortable! After the wound was sufficiently cleaned, and the blood had begun to slow as his own body began to patch itself up. It wouldn’t be enough, of course, but he appreciated the effort. 

Nightmare slipped on some black, latex gloves and began the suturing process. He shoved a washcloth into his mouth before beginning, not wanting to hear his own cries of pain. His hands shake as, slowly, he grabs the needle driver, and sets it up properly. The driver clamps down onto the needle with a small click! He pulls out all of the thread from the kit, setting it onto the bathroom counter. He swallows hard. He doesn’t want to do this. He really doesn’t want to do this!

The needle is stabbed into one end of his wound, a muffled grunt coming out of him as he pushes it through to the other end.

Shit! This hurt like hell!

The thread was pulled through without issue, thank god, and he slowly works the thread into a knot. The knot lays flat against his brown skin, and both ends of the wound are barely touching. All of his messing with it has caused it to bleed again, and he could feel his warm blood seeping through the gloves. His cries of pain are muffled, and tears force their way out of his purple eyes. 

This fucking sucks.

His body tenses all over with pain, and it takes all of his willpower to not drop the needle driver. He takes a deep breath, trying to ignore the blood dripping down his pants. That was one knot, he needs to make it secure. It needs to be secure. With slow, meticulous motions, he double knots it, and then triple knots it. He had learned how to suture wounds long ago, and despite him not having needed to suture anything in many years, he remembered the process fine. He was lucky that his brain was so focused on patching himself up, with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins, doing something stupid was incredibly likely.

After he cut off the access thread, he allowed himself to take a breather. That was one suture done, hell yeah!

The wound kept bleeding. There would have to be six, maybe seven more to go. He looked down at it, a bit of bile reaching up into his throat. Dream did a number on him, fuck. A muffled sob left him, and he prepared the needle driver for the next suture.

“Nightmare, open this door.”

Nightmare jolted upwards, Terror’s voice was just outside the door. How did he-?

“It’s cute that you think that a locked door will stop me.” There’s a pause, and the door knob to the bathroom jiggles. Nightmare’s heart leaps into his chest. “Don’t make me force my way into this one too. Open the door.”

With sweat dripping down his forehead, he begins the next suture. His hands shake, and he’s trying to be fast about it. He does not want to deal with Terror right now, not while he’s vulnerable like this. He had already beaten himself up enough for getting so hurt as he did, the last thing he needed was a lecture from Terror too! In fact, the last thing he needed was Terror anywhere near him!

The relationship between him and Terror was…complex, one could say. Nightmare was indebted to him, holding a fraction of the power Terror was born with. There were some demonic shenanigans that went down in Terror’s childhood that made him effectively immortal, but Nightmare didn’t know, or care to know, the specifics. He gave Nightmare a fraction of his power to terrorize people. Make them suffer, as he put it. And Nightmare was more than down to do that.

However, that was only the business side of things. Their interpersonal relationship was awful. Their personalities and thought processes always clashed, and Nightmare often found himself wanting to strangle Terror. Terror was just…so pompous and always treated him like some troublesome child!

It wasn’t all bad though. Sometimes they had really intellectual conversations, which was nice. When Terror wasn’t being the worst possible version of himself, Nightmare found himself wondering why he disliked Terror to begin with. And then he’d do something so infuriating that made Nightmare want to push him off of the roof.

One of the things that Terror loved to do, and the thing that pissed Nightmare off the most, was insulting Nightmare whenever he lost a fight. As Nightmare would patch himself off, Terror would be pacing the room, going over the battle second by second, action by action, doing nothing but criticize and run Nightmare’s name into the ground. Maybe he thought he was being helpful, but Nightmare couldn’t stand it.

Right now, being slandered was the last thing he needed.

Nightmare winced, grunting into the washcloth as he accidentally stabbed the needle into his skin too deep. Shit shit shit! He pulled it out, blood pooling at the top of the incision.

“Ah, good, you’re alive in there. I was worried that I’d come in and see you bleeding out over the tub.” Terror’s voice was completely flat, showing no sign of emotions at all. Nightmare seethes.

Before he could redo the second incision, he looked at the door in horror. One of the worst things about Terror was his ability to become like a shadow, almost completely 2-D. Nightmare could see Terror slowly slide under the bathroom door, the shadow growing on the floor. The shadow, or goop if you will, shimmered in the bathroom lighting. Nightmare spat out the washcloth, it landed on the floor by the counter. He grinded his teeth and staggered back, the needle driver shaking in his hand. He didn’t move as Terror’s form grew, and grew, soon becoming the human figure he recognized. His hand shifted over to the wound and covered it, both trying to hide it and stop the blood.

Terror’s form solidified, starting with his teal eyes. Terror was tall, a massive motherfucker really, around what, almost two hundred centimeters? Six foot six? And was really chubby too. Overall just…a big guy. And fuck, Nightmare thought he was attractive. He hated Terror’s guts but he could admit that he was super sexy. Terror had black hair, much like Nightmare, but his was curlier, and much shorter. It barely went past his ears and his bangs were recently dyed a bright teal. He had brown skin, a shade similar to Nightmare (they looked quite similar at times), and often wore a suit. When he wasn’t wearing a suit, he’d be wearing a sweatshirt and pants.

Nightmare gripped his side as he looked up at Terror, his face pulled back into a pained scowl. The look on Terror’s face was something Nightmare wasn’t expecting.

Was…Was Terror concerned about him?

Wordlessly, Terror walked over next to him, and did a quick scan of what he had pulled out. He rose an eyebrow at the open suturing kit, a glance being shot at Nightmare’s side. Nightmare sighed, allowing Terror to take his arm away from the wound.

“...Impressive. You managed to do one suture, all by yourself.” Nightmare couldn’t tell if he was being sarcastic or not. It was hard to tell. “I’ll be taking over now.”

“What?”

Before Nightmare could get another word out, Terror grabs the suturing kit and sits down on the cold floor, taking Nightmare with him. Nightmare expected to hit the ground hard, but he was neatly set down by Terror. He was astonished as he sat in Terror’s lap, not moving for a solid second. He didn’t get a chance to process anything as Terror slipped his hands around Nightmare’s chest, and began working on the rest of the suturing process.

The needle slipped in and out of his skin, Terror’s hands skillfully using the needle driver. Nightmare focused solely on his breathing, trying to keep his breaths as even as possible. He stared up at the ceiling, desperate to ignore the incisions being made in his side. In the time it took for him to complete one suture, Terror had already completed two, and was now working on a third. Nightmare wouldn’t hold it against himself. It’s much different suturing your own wound versus suturing another. Even though Nightmare knew that it needed to be sutured, the act of actually stabbing himself with a needle was always nerve wracking.

“Relax. It’s almost over.” Terror said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Nightmare grit his teeth as Terror finished the final suture. Nightmare looked down for the first time since Terror started, and bile rose up in his throat. God, the wound looked absolutely abhorrent. The sutures were fine, and actually very well placed. All of the knots laid on one side, and they were all evenly spaced. His single suture didn’t look too out of place, which was a surprise. The area around the wound was…rough. It was bloody and burnt. Damn Dream’s positivity arrows. Apparently, those were the only things that could actually do some damage to Terror. What were the chances?!

With a grunt, Nightmare stood up, Terror going with him. He looked up at Terror with a look of confusion, and Terror stared down at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“Why did you do that?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I said, why did you do that? I could’ve sutured my own damn wound.”

“I know that.” Terror stepped beside Nightmare and pulled out a disinfectant wipe, and, with very gentle swipes, cleaned off all of the excess blood. Nightmare seethed, gritting his teeth together to stop the pain. “However, as a successor of my powers, I can’t exactly have you dying on me.”

Nightmare stood up with Terror’s assistance, leaning against the bathroom counter as he did so. His adrenaline had begun to wear off, and the wound began to hurt. He staggered when Terror let go of him, much to his dismay. Terror began to clean up the mess of medical supplies on the counter as Nightmare slowly made his way out of the bathroom and to his bed.

Once he left the bathroom, he inhaled sharply. His door, that beautifully crafted wooden door, was in multiple pieces across the floor. The door had been torn apart and chunks of all shapes and sizes were flung everywhere.

“What the fuck!? Terror, what the fuck did you do to my door?!” Nightmare shouted, whipping around to look back at the bathroom.

It takes Terror a moment to step outside, his hands placed casually in his black dress pants. His teal eyes glance towards the wooden mess on the floor and a smirk grows on his face.

“You couldn't just slide under it like the bathroom door, could you?! You had to go out and destroy it!” As Nightmare shouted, Terror’s face changed only minorly, his eyebrows raising to show some semblance of surprise.

Slowly, Terror tilted his head to the side, looking at Nightmare as if he was the world's biggest idiot. “I can’t slide under that door. I made it that way for your privacy.”

Terror smiled at him, showing off his sharp teeth in a cruel, sarcastic grin. “You’re welcome.”

Blood rushed to Nightmare’s cheeks as he couldn’t find the words to retort back. He’ll blame it on the blood loss. He grit his teeth, admitted his defeat as he stumbled across his room and went searching in his dresser for something loose to wear. Luckily, he didn’t need to go searching for clothes he didn't mind getting a bit bloody, as all of his nice clothing were hung up in his walk-in closet.

“I do feel a bit bad about destroying it, but you really left me no choice, Nightmare.” Terror spoke, looking away as Nightmare changed out of his stained clothing and into something more casual. “Why did you lock me out, anyways? That was quite moronic of you.”

“...” Nightmare slipped on the long-sleeved shirt, and hobbled over to his bed. Pain shot through him from his hip, and there was nothing more than he wanted to do than lay down and sleep. Terror finally looked over at him and he clambered into his bed, and gestured with his hands to answer.

“Well?”

“I wasn’t exactly in the mood to get lectured. Still not, so get out.” Nightmare pointed at the empty door frame. “So scram.”

“Lectured? Whatever are you on about?”

“Get out!”

There was a beat, and Terror stepped towards the bed. A tentacle grew from his back, a feeling Nightmare understood well, and did a sweep of the floor, picking up all of the wooden shards. Terror looked down at Nightmare, who was kneeling on his bed, not yet snuggled beneath the covers. His hands were neatly folded behind his back, a malicious grin on his face. Nightmare could feel the color drain from his cheeks.

“Please, Nightmare, elaborate.”

This was, also, one of Nightmare’s least favorite things. It’s what he called “The Battle of the Egos” where he and Terror just went at it, digging at each other until one of them called it off. Nightmare tended to win, not because he ever hurt Terror’s feelings, but because Terror simply got tired of it.

“I’m sick and tired of you lecturing me with your self-presumptuous nonsense.”

“Elaborate. Again.”

“Every time I lose a battle, I get home and you do nothing but criticize and mock me! I hate to break it to you, but I was there, at the fight, experiencing it, going through it, the last thing I need is for you to tell me what a worthless creature I am!”

What Nightmare expected was Terror to laugh, to scoff at him, or to even laugh and agree. But to see Terror’s face contort into one of shock and hurt? That wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

Terror took a moment to collect himself before speaking. “Is that why you always harbor some abhorrence for me? Because you believe that I think that you are incompetent?” 

“Well. Yeah. You…don’t hate me?”

Much to Nightmare, Terror took a second to think about it. He stepped forward, and sat on the edge of the bed, a few inches or so away from Nightmare. “Only sometimes.” He said, a mischievous grin poking on the edges of his lips. “But no, I don’t hate you. You can be real annoying and I do want to defenestrate you at times, however, I don’t hate you. Not by a long shot.”

Nightmare’s breathing hitched as Terror leaned in closer, their faces a few inches apart. “I do hope you know that everything I do is to simply push you further. If it seems a bit harsh, then I do apologize.”

Neither of them removed their gaze from the other.

“You mortals only live so long, you know.”

A scoff came from Nightmare and he rolled his eyes. He didn’t say anything further. He…didn’t feel the need to. It wasn’t a very heartfelt or long conversation, but honestly? It made him feel better. A little. There was some foreign relief that ran through him when Terror said that he didn’t hate him. He wasn’t sure why, as he didn’t really care much for Terror’s opinion of him. At least that he knew of.

“Get out.” Nightmare said, with a lot less malice than he wanted. It came out…playful. Did he mean it to be playful??

“I’ll bring you some pain medication. It’ll be hard to sleep with your nerves constantly reminding you of the sutures.”

Now he was really thinking about it. Great. A hand rose to his wounded side and Terror snorted. Nightmare opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a kiss to his forehead. Terror’s lips were gentle against his skin, his black hair pushed off to the side. He wasn’t expecting it. At all. That wasn’t to say he disliked it, of course. Terror left the room with little sound, his dress shoes masking his footsteps. Nightmare sat on his bed, staring off into space.

Soon, he fell back onto his bed, wheezing as he crashed against the velvet blankets. He couldn’t name what he was feeling, but it wasn’t bad. His eyes force themselves shut, exhaustion washing over him.

Nightmare’s hands ran up underneath his shirt, his fingers gently tracing over the sutures. The wound burned, and touching the sensitive skin didn’t help at all. He grit his teeth, pulling his hand out of his shirt. The burning sensation of Dream’s arrows wasn’t the only thing that seemed to linger along Nightmare’s skin. The way Terror held onto him and sewed him back together seemed to remain on his stomach, a much nicer feeling than the searing pain. Y’know, maybe Terror wasn’t that bad.

WAIT.

Terror? Not that bad? What just happened? Nightmare smacked his face with his hand and held it there for a second. His fingers rose to his forehead, touching where Terror had kissed him. Why had he done that? What was the reason? Terror never did anything without a reason or without some sort of ulterior motive.

Unless…all he wanted to do was kiss him.

Which is an insane notion!

But not impossible. 

With an indecipherable groan, Nightmare ran his hands down his face. This was ridiculous. Terror was just trying to fluster him, and much to his horror it was working. He wasn’t sure how to handle it, yet. He still hated Terror’s guts, that hadn’t changed, and he doubts it ever will. And yet he knew that his heart skipped a beat when Terror kissed his forehead.

You know what? He was done thinking about this. He was far too tired and far too attracted to men he shouldn’t be to think about this properly. He rolled onto his side, his eyes shutting before he could comprehend what he was doing. Sleep overtook him, the exhaustion from the day finally catching up on him. He wasn’t usually such a heavy sleeper, and almost any touch to him would cause him to sit straight up in bed.

Tonight was different though. Nightmare only snuggled into his bed more as Terror gently stroked his hair, setting the painkillers to the side. He didn’t see how Terror smiled down at him, nor how Terror petted his hair much like a cat.

“Good night, sweet prince.”

...Stupid Terror and his stupid Shakespeare.