#papyrus hyperfixation help

[o-sunny-day]

WE MAKING IT OUT OF THE ART BLOCK W THIS ONE 🗣️🗣️🗣️

been struggling with a… style identity crisis??? lately but I think im rocking again

o ya and bonus art i made while tryna figure my stuff out

[yaikat]

PLEASE DON'T NOOGIE THE SKELETON.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

"what did you want to be when you would grow up" a questioned if i could get answered by the horror au skeles mafia skeles and sf! and uf! or pick whoever you want from this list

I did the main boys too, since the Horror and their non-horror universes had the same beginning.

Undertale Sans - He wanted to be an astronaut! To no one's surprise. Sans is fascinated by space since he was a kid, and even if he knows it's probably never going to happen, as he would pretty much die if he ever went, he still has some regrets.

Undertale Papyrus - Papyrus wanted to be a lot of things, from a math teacher to a dragon rider to a king to a doctor to a superhero to a zebra vet (only zebras, for some reason, he didn't even know what a zebra is)... And many, many, many other things lol. He always surprised Sans with something new.

Underswap Sans - Blue wanted to be a royal guard from the very beginning and worked hard to achieve his dream, even if it got complicated after his parents died and he had to raise Honey on his own.

Underswap Papyrus - Honey wanted to be a doctor for a long time. But, uh, then he saw what doctors really do when he needed one and all the guy did was to take out the biggest needle he had ever seen in his life and throw it inside his soul. Let's just say after that, he didn't want to be a doctor anymore. After a short period of time where he wanted to be a princess, he decided he would be an author, and well, he's one now!

Underfell Sans - I mean, he wanted to survive to see his 20 years old, and that's already a lot. Red was very perceptive and knew that, alone with a child, his chances to survive were not really high and that he would die pretty fast. He was shocked when he made it to adulthood.

Underfell Papyrus - Edge is born in a world of propaganda and wanted to be a soldier very early, not understanding why his brother wanted him to become everything he wanted but that. But Edge became obsessed with becoming a soldier and then entered the Royal Guard in his back lol. Almost getting killed during his training helped to understand what his brother meant, but that was too late to escape already.

Horrortale Sans - Like Sans, Oak wanted to be an astronaut, but also the owner of a museum. Which is funny, as museums were not even a thing Underground and he only saw one in a book once. The sad part is that he doesn't even really remember that. All his childhood is blurry.

Horrortale Papyrus - There's no big difference with Papyrus. Willow always liked to explore, so he wanted to be all jobs at once. He had some hyperfixations, like that very embarrassing one where he wanted to become a rock singer, but he prefers not to think about it. It was another time and another Papyrus. He doesn't believe it was him anymore.

Horrorswap Sans - Like Blue, he wanted to be a soldier. Well, now, he doesn't want to hear anything about being a soldier lol. Alphys kinda made him realize he was too good to be one, despite all the people he killed and hurt on the way.

Horrorswap Papyrus - For the longest time, he wanted to become like his brother and kinda mimic everything he was doing. Well, how the tables have turned... Not only he's cringing just thinking about it, but he doesn't talk to his brother anymore after he let Alphys torture him for months and closed his eyes to not see him :D Fun times.

Horrorfell Sans - He wanted to fix motorcycles, but there weren't any Underground, so... Yeah, he became an ingeneer for the CORE as it was more or less the same thing. As if it helped him to keep the damn thing working and to avoid starving them...

Horrorfell Papyrus - Like Edge, he's a kid born in a world full of propaganda, so he was obsessed with the idea of becoming a soldier. He regretted it a lot and still does now that he doesn't have his legs anymore. He wishes he had chosen another way.

Swapfell/Horrorswapfell Sans - Well, Nox understood really early in life that if he didn't find a job and quick, he was dead. So he never really had a dream of what to become: he worked. He worked in shops, in inns, he built weapons, guns, and risked his life with gunpowder... It still wasn't enough to save him and his brother, so he joined the Royal Guard. Despite everyone laughing at him for his size, he showed them he was GOOD. Terribly good, and quickly became the best of them all and got noticed by the Queen, not knowing, well... How it would turn.

Swapfell/Horrorswapfell Papyrus - Rus wanted to be a Pokémon dresser when he was a little skeleton. He spent hours in the dump looking for Pokémon-related things and ended up with a big collection. It started to become a problem when he randomly started throwing bowling balls at people to "catch them". He broke someone's arm doing that, and Nox confiscated his entire collection. Rus is flabbergasted when he reaches the Surface and sees that there are actually games that you can play to catch Pokémons.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine wanted to be the Queen. One day Gaster wasn't looking, he entered illegally in the castle and tried to kill Toriel so he could become the Queen. Toriel didn't take him seriously, and it hurt his ego so much he repeatedly tried to do that again and again in the following years lol. Eventually, when he entered the Royal Guard, Toriel actually started to fear him, so he kind of won, right?

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You see Anna in Frozen? Just wanted to see people and go outside? That was pretty much Coffee, as Wine forbid him to leave the house. Then someone broke into the house and tried to kill him and Coffee decided that his room is a good place to stay for eternity and that he doesn't want to meet more people after all lol.

Mafiatale Sans - He wanted to be a magician! And he really tried his best to be one. But first, he got kidnapped recruited by the mafia as a kid, so he didn't really have time to do that, and then it was expected of him to hold a gun and shoot at people, not doing magic tricks. Secondly... He's terrible at magic. It's bad. It's just bad. No one dares to tell him because he's dangerous, but man, that's pitiful.

Mafiatale Papyrus - Before being completely brainwashed by the mafia, he wanted to be a firefighter! Well... Now he's the one starting fires. It's a bit anticlimactic, he guesses, but burning things is a lot better than fighting them, so he's glad he got recruited.

Mafiafell Sans - He wanted to be a cow whisperer. Like a horse whisperer, but for cows. He's sort of a dog whisperer now? Close enough, he guesses? I mean, he's not sure sending cows in battle would look as good as with dogs.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He wanted to be an actor. Well... He is sort of an actor now as he's forced to play a role if he doesn't want to DIE. That's not how he imagined the job though.

[darkpetal16]

Siren: Id take psychology and therapy courses for you!

...Or I could just mur-

Could we get what would be the fell brothers and dust and swap sans' first thoughts at handling a depressive episode Mc as well? They've always been my faves and the question hit close for me

Yeppers!

Underfell!Sans (Red): honestly really well. He’s been there so he’s really sympathetic. He’ll keep calm, and stay beside you through it. If you need to talk, he’s there to listen. If you need a hand to hold, he’s got two. He’s got plenty of experience taking care of his brothers when they’re too exhausted to do anything else so he’ll help you get out of bed, dressed, and into warm sunlight. If you’re ready for therapy, he’ll take you to all your appointments. If you feel like you need medication, he’ll set a reminder on his phone to help make sure you take it on time. Honestly just. . . Whatever you need. He’s got you.

Underfell!Papyrus (Edge): eh. He doesn’t get it. You slept all day so why can’t you get out of bed? Are you sick? No? Then get up, there’s so much to do! He may not understand it, but if you explain that you’re sick in a way that can’t be seen he’ll try to be gentler with you. It makes him anxious that you stopped taking care of yourself; it reminds him of when Sans uses to drink. He’ll forcibly drag you around in hopes of helping you “power through” whatever is going on. Sans will step in if it gets too much for you, but it’s probably in both your best interest to seek medical help with Papyrus at your side so they can explain it. Which will make him feel guilty that he caused your depression but that can’t be helped. Wingding steps in at that point to assist. He gets much better with you after that. He may not understand it, but he loves you and will support you.

Underfell!Wingding (Fell): you’re sick? Go get healed. What do you mean there’s no cure? Well that’s not acceptable. And now he’s getting a master’s in human biology and psychology and redirects his hyperfixation on making a cure for you. He’ll succeed eventually but in the mean time it’s all the pampering for you.

Dusttale!Sans (Dust): uh. He’d be the worst at handling it. He can’t even deal with his own issues, how can he be expected to deal with yours? He’s barely functioning. Best he can do is. . . Sit beside you. He doesn’t even cook or clean up after himself, and it’s hard to get out of bed most days, so. . . Yeah. He can sit beside you. Also. . . Probably best not vent to him. He won’t mean to, but he will inevitably compare traumas and unless yours is similar to his he won’t be able to relate or make significant connections. You’re pretty much on your own.

[junglefurytrash]

Fell back into the Undertale rabbit hole while listening to the Power of NEO Ikrarus Remix, and wound up having a random idea that has led to this.

So since I've made one of these before kind of with Electra and the Components being Frisk and the Human Souls, I give you

And hear me out on this

Starlight Express Undertale AU

ARE SOME OF THESE CHOICES BETTER THAN OTHERS? YES. BUT HEAR ME OUT.

Dinah = Toriel and Greaseball = Asgore was an immediate idea that I ran with since Dinah and GB are a canon couple that split up due to one hurting the other much like Toriel and Asgore, and given they're the only canon couple outside of Rusty and Pearl I thought they fit way better. Momma and Poppa could also work well for Toriel and Asgore though.

Rusty and Pearl = Papyrus, sharing the character position/role as both being bright-eyed, exciteable, and friendly people trying to prove themselves.

Dustin = Sans was the last character role connection I thought of for this because figuring out someone that worked for SANS was a struggle. But with Rusty and Pearl as Papyrus, Dustin and Rusty having a brother-like Freight bond and Dustin just generally being a calm, sleepy, pleasant guy who'd be friends with Dinah behind the door helps it make sense.

2024 GB aka Thundercab = Undyne just felt perfect. 2024 Dinah and 2024 Wrench aka Dolly and Radial share the role of Alphys, Dolly being the socially excitable hyperfixating trainwreck half and Radial being the "oh god I made horrors" half. I can't split up my OT3.

Ashley and Buffy also share a role, being Muffet's, purely because I felt Buffy fit with the two Dining Coaches already selected by that point and also I can't split up her and Ashley. THEY RUN THEIR BUFFET PLACE TOGETHER IN THE UNDERGROUND!

Tassita and 2024 Belle aka Barbara = Bratty and Catty, this just felt like a perfect-fit choice and I can't explain why. Purely ran on vibes.

Electra = Mettaton and DO I EVEN NEED TO ELABORATE ON THIS? More specifically Electra would be Mettaton EX, with the Components taking the place of Mettaton's more boxy form up to that point in the various shows and puzzles. Cue the epic group beatdown at the bossfight when Electra comes to face you himself.

Killerwatt = Napstablook, because I wanted to pick a character associated to Electra to make it work and he made the most sense. The one who's left behind as the others chase stardom.

2024 Rusty aka Corry = Frisk and Slick = Chara felt like a fun pairing that counterbalance each other, and then CB = Flowey/Asriel had the PERFECT vibe that then completes the trio, he's got the maniac laugh down to a science. CB wouldn't be Dinah and GB's kid obviously, but he'd be their best friend and maybe royal confidant, and Slick would be his best friend and fallen stranger he'd mentor until her death.

[angstyhikka]

Any headcanons from your favorite Undertale au?? 👀

GLADLY! :D

Error is terrified of Ink becauseof his immortality and lack of soul and of how artificial and deliberate his emotions are.

Ink, Nightmare and Dream do not consider themselves as “Sans”

Nightmare loves canon characters, especially Papyruses. That’s why all staff of his castle has few Papyrus and Mettaton buttlers, Toriel and Asgore as housekeepers and Asriel as a gardener. He prefers classics.

Dream is very kind and emotional and has a young open mind, and makes mistakes in his observations sometimes. For example he believes for some reason Ink is trustworthy.

Swap is a big brother of the star sanses group and is most down to earth, he is less powerful than Ink and Dream but he is really good at tactics and is the one who really thinks about directly helping people not to get hurt while others are fighting. He is a protector.

Error earn his hyperfixation on eliminating AUs from his past as Geno, tho he doesn’t remember it much. As Geno he saw a lot of timelines, and most of them were cruel to him, his friends and family so he learned the pattern that there is only one True route where everyone is happy, the Pacifist route. He subconsciously thinks that all AUs are about suffering and that he has to free everyone from it. At least that how it started. In present times he moved from “AUs are evil they make everyone suffer” to “Everything and Everyone that part of the AU are not real and doesn’t deserve to live” But wait there more! He is ALSO not real, so when he will fulfill his mission and eliminate everything that is not “Canon” he will also eliminate the last Error that remained. Himself. He is really a sick man. He allow himself to get rest because if he will he will collapse on the floor and won’t get up.

[songwolfwildblogs]

@toffeebrew so I finished it.

(One-shot under the cut)

Y/n had left the utmv Fandom a while ago, they had entered THAT side of the Fandom. The side that every Fandom had. The side that made Y/n feel horrible, the constant worry of being judged had ruined the fun but that was years and years ago. They had grown a lot in that time, lost the friends they thought would judge them and over time they forgot about their time in the Fandom but then… they came across a TikTok of the silly guys they fell in love with and it all came flooding back… they remembered how these little guys were what got them into art, but they also remembered the toxicity.

Y/n approached the Fandom cautiously at first only going through their old art and reminiscing about Their aus. They started scrolling through TikTok and started seeing utmv content then when they got sick of TikTok they went to Tumblr and there the hyperfixation was reignited. They fell in love with the characters all over again absorbing all the info they could but they also remembered something… ink.

Would he be mad? What would he think about Y/n abandoning him? ….

What the hell is Y/n thinking? Ink isn't real! Well… ink and everyone still felt real in Y/n's heart.

The doodlesphere was less active than the early years but it still was buzzing with activity, Ink as usual was bouncing around while reading the newest au list, it was from a new creator! It wasn't exactly the best, but that doesn't matter!

Ink has the philosophy that: an au always means something to someone even if it's one person it has a place in the doodlesphere!

Ink couldn’t help but smile and put the au up in the doodlesphere. He moved back into the center of the doodlesphere and took in the aus surrounding him. Suddenly Ink heard a voice, ink has always heard creators while they work but this was a voice he had missed… Y/n! He was practically jumping up and down while skipping around

Ink immediately went towards the au that was being worked on, a theatrical Tale, ya the name was a mouthful but eh. Ink appeared in what appeared to be clip studio paint, which wasn't the art medium Y/n used to use but it has been years so they must have improved a ton! They were redesigning the sans and papyrus of the universe First, the sans was wearing black sweatpants, and a black hoodie as well as a pair of gloves. Papyrus was a completely different story, dramatic carvings laced his now much more armor like battle body, a lance laid on his hip and there was a note pointing to the get up saying “Not real, would be a risk to actors.”

Y/n was mumbling along to a random song, ink couldn’t really hear it but he assumed it was either an emo song, mitski, a musical, or MARINA since most creators seem to like those.

Ink couldn’t contain himself anymore, he used broomie to draw in the reference window. “Y/N!!!!!!! Hiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!! It's ink!!! I'm so so so so so so so happy to see you again!!!!” it took a minute For Y/n to notice, of course, while drinking some coffee which made them cough, which made Ink chuckle. Y/n seemed nervous as they spoke “ink?! Holy fuck. I… uh… I… fuck. Hi?” Y/n's nervousness was barely picked up by ink but Y/n was one of the few people he could read slightly, he didn't know why but he oddly got Y/n somewhat they just kind of clicked. Ink erased what he wrote then began writing “what's wrong your seem nervous” Y/n sighed before continuing as they placed down their cup and continued to draw “It's nothing really, it's just… are you not mad? I left for so long… I basically Abandoned you and my aus.”

Ink was mildly surprised but shook his head not like Y/n could see him, yet again he used broomie again, writing “I'm not mad! I'm so happy you're back! I missed you a lot! Also I love these designs so far!”

Y/n smiled softly and shook their head even after all these years… ink never changes.

And that's a good thing in a way… because in the end he'll always be there to help. Always be there to info dump too. Always just… excited to help with the creative process. Even if Y/n knew he couldn't technically feel emotions It didn't mean his emotions were less valid.

Ink was a friend in a sense even if he wasn't in Y/n's reality… he was still a friend

[do-u-know-this-autisticcharacter]

Do You Know This (non-canon) Autistic Character?

Propaganda:

This post which includes:

He's very autistic and relatable. He has an hyperfixation on puzzles and joining the Royal Guard, he loves cooking pasta (and he tells you that he will be your personal pasta chef), he has trouble making friends (the guy is lonely), he reads massive books and loves the library, loves organising, he likes to create his own words to explain things.

He's this misunderstood silly little guy, even the characters in his own game won't get him. Also, he breaks the fourth wall all the time and he remembers you everytime you replay.

He's the kindest character of them all. He will never kill you in battle, he has a great control of his powers and stops when he knows he will hurt you and helps you fight him, he even heals you everytime you lose to him and offers you a home if you need it! He worries about you a lot.

He believes in you! He knows you can change for the better even when you're a freaking killer! He's the true pacifist!

[justali-anne]

Thought Week: Asgore

Ooh, boy! Asgore, huh? It's really telling that a character with so little screen time compared to the others is much more popular than some of them. Well, better get into it.

(I'm sure you know the drill by now! If you have anything to say about Asgore, please reblog and write it down! I'd love to read them!)

First Impressions

The first time I think I heard of Asgore was in an Undertale playthrough? I can't exactly remember, but I definitely didn't see him in comic dubs because back then THERE WERE BARELY ANY WITH HIM IN IT! Jeebus! At least he's getting some focus now, but good gracious!

At first, I just saw him as a tragedy, but there wasn't really much for him to me. I guess I was busy hyperfixating on Papyrus because my early memories in the fandom with Asgore are just very blurry. He just wasn't really that interesting to me, I suppose. At least now, I figured it out, and now I'm like, "Oh, crap." He's just slightly more interesting to me now. Eh.

My Impressions Now

This poor man, honestly. He just wants his life back. His life got ruined by one stupid plan and one stupid decision that he made in a fit of rage over humans killing his kids. Which is honestly decently reasonable. Obviously, he wasn't reasonable in that moment, but if he could go back and do things differently, he would in a heartbeat. He's a kindhearted softie who put himself in a precarious position because of his grief. And that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to Asgore's woes!

How about Toriel? This guy lost his only support system besides Gerson and when he finally sees her again, he just gets outright rejected, like DUDE! I'll cover my thoughts on her on Sunday, so I won't go into it right now, but poor Asgore, man! Having his wife around and helping each other through their grief would've been VERY beneficial to them! Could you imagine two vilomahs helping each other out and working together on human policies that could have benefitted everyone and helped them accept their loss? But then again, if it weren't for that, parts of the Undertale story wouldn't have happened, so I guess we're stuck with this timeline! Sorry, Flowey! You couldn't reset this one.

Oh, and it just keeps going! Remember Rudy? Asgore's "best friend" from a long time ago? I'm not talking about the Deltarune version, I'm talking about the Undertale version of Rudy that sadly passed away. At least from what I could tell, he lived a long and happy life, but it still hurts. Imagine being a boss monster. An IMMORTAL boss monster that stays the same age until you have a child. So for all that time Asgore didn't have a child, he had to watch as his "best friend" grew old and fell down.

GODDAMN IT, TOBY, COULD YOU GIVE THIS POOR MAN A BREAK??? Thank you.

The thing is, Asgore is by far the strongest monster in the Underground... besides Toriel (she was holding back). He's killed six humans and we all know how strong they are compared to monsters. Like no human soul was ever taken in the war, and he singlehandedly killed SIX of them. And we don't even know if all of them were actually kids or not, or if they were fighting back, or... Wait, the WAR!!! He was in the intro, wasn't he?!

Look, there he is! Unless that's his dad or something, which isn't actually a bad theory when you think about it.

GIVE. THIS MAN. A BREAK.

He can't even keep a marriage in Deltarune. Just make something go right for him, please.

Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah! The strongest monster in the underground! And by the time he fights you, he's spent. He doesn't want to go through with the war. That's why he's hiding. That's why he's holding back. I think we all know that by now. Dude was just waiting to take himself out of the picture, so to speak. It's understandable to be depressed when your life is nothing but tragedy after tragedy after tragedy. But let's move on to his actual personality.

Because Asgore... is a dork. He's just as dorky as the rest of the cast, and it's adorable! This big guy stumbles through life with the charming unawareness of modern things, like anime, ("What is an... anime?") and he's so clumsy he fell in a fishing hole during a game of ice hockey!

(Here is the original video)

He gives you tight hugs. He's a botany nerd. He dresses up as Santa for the locals. He is the QUINTESSENTIAL Gentle Giant. He just deserves better, that's all.

A King, Not A Deity

Conclusion

It's intriguing to me how literally the entirety of monsterkind treats him like he's gonna bring salvation to them like some god. As if it was a guarantee. Well, apart from Toriel, of course, but she knew him on a very deep level, so of course she's not gonna see him as some sort of "chosen one." And that's not even covering her disdain for him.

I get that Asgore is the monsters' only hope, though. That's a huge contributing factor in their deitification of him. And in turn, it just pressures Asgore to kill the humans even more, which sends him into an even bigger depression, but also, he doesn't want to call off the war so the monsters could still have hope. It's a vicious cycle!

No hate towards him, but I wish Asgore would grow a backbone sometimes. Just saying. You're the KING, man! Not a god! A KING. And the monsters are expecting you to become their god, but you don't want to! And... Gah, monster politics are complicated!

The Narrative

Despite his very little screen time, Asgore is one of the most important characters in the story. A kind king driven to despair after losing the thing he loves the most - his family. The reason the policy exists. The monster you're gonna have to kill in order to escape the underground.

It sort of sucks that he dies in every route besides the best one. Like, I get why that has to happen, but come on, man. He deserves better.

Honestly, Asgore? He's not the most remarkable character in the game to me. I wish he got more screen time, at least. The poor guy needs a freaking break from everything. It doesn't make him a bad character, in fact, he's a really well-written, intriguing one. He's just not my favourite.

But if there's anyone out there whose favourite character IS Asgore, please give a shout in the notes and tell me what you think of him! Is there anything I missed?

[ancha-aus]

New Story Idea

So I have been watching a lot of Omori and Life is strange.

And as always. my Undertale hyperfixation leans in. And I was thinking about characters and story lines.

And here me out.

Instead of Sans (Dust) being haunted by Papyrus.

Papyrus. Being haunted by Sans. (classic bois)

Now hear me out. Sans is still fully suportive of Papyrus and very helpful. He is pretty much just following Papyrus around. Not a ghost like the ghost monsters as napstablook. But a left over imprint of his magic and pretty much Papyrus's refusal to let him go.

What happened to kill sans? Only Papyrus and Sans know. And Sans took it to the grave and Papyrus is hiding that secret behind a smile.

The whole thing could also be that neither of them really know. Sans would potentially not remember the last few weeks of his life and Papyrus could not have been there. So the two are trying to figure out what killed Sans.

Or Papyrus is jsut trying to live his life wiht Sans encouraging him.

Probably in like a setting where multiple universe live in the same universe and so Paps is just going around. trying to not make it obvious he is refusing to let his brother rest. and Sans just being the older brother and still watching over his little brother.

What do they find at the end?

Is Sans's body even really dead?

It is up to what you make the story :3

After all. It is just a concept idea so far *shrug*

[angel-of-the-moons]

Nothing Is Lost

Khonshu x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Nothing yet! Well... Maybe the angst. Hehehe

A/N: Please save my from my hyperfixation of the angry old bird man. Also, new characters, who dis? owo

Taglist: @drinkingwithkhonshu @astrosphereblog @themostegotisticalgirl124 @patchesofwork

Chapter: 11

Styx And Stones

The air was still, dead. There were no sounds here, not even insects to chirp incessantly at him as his feet silently crept on the stone floors.

The walls were preserved thanks only in part to his magic; the paint still looking as fresh as the day it had dried. His hand ran along the wall, his eyes tracing every motif, marking, word and face.

The most prominent, a woman. A woman whose painting did no justice even close to how she would have looked had you stared at her in the flesh; her twinkling green eyes, her soft giddy smile...

His beloved. His beauty.

And here he was, walking around her gravesite like a ghost; as he had for literal lifetimes, still feeling the throb of his grief as though it had happened yesterday.

A fine layer of dust covered many of the items scattered in the tomb, some thin sheets worn delicate with age; dresses--one of her favorites included; a dress made entirely of various beads--laid out as though they were waiting for her to wake up and select her clothing for the day.

But that day was not to come. Nostalgia plagued him as his gloved fingers brushed through the layer of dust as his hand cupped the cheek of her bust, sat perfectly in place among her things, the gold collar she adored so much glittering even among the dust and the dark.

His fingers trailed over the stone lips before bringing them to his own and returning them to the bust; his best approximation of a kiss. It was nowhere near as fulfilling as when her soft skin would press against his, but... It was all he had left. Just her portraits, her image, and the ghosts of her lingering still hanging in the air like a steel curtain.

His shoes were still silent with every step as he made his way into the main burial chamber, his eyes drawn to the stone sarcophagus in the middle of the chamber. A hole in the ceiling--a false skylight--let in bright rays of his magical moonlight, hitting various gold and silver mirrors, providing soft light to illuminate the room, highlighting the clouds of dust that wafted about as the air was disturbed by his presence.

At the foot of the sarcophagus was a small miniature. Painted to look like the home she inhabited while she was alive, the small basin of water meant to signify her favorite pond long dried; the small budding papyrus plants and lotuses long withered and dead. Small wood and clay statues signifying the date palm, fruit, and sycamore trees around the pond laden with dust; like everything else in the tomb.

His palms spread out over the stone of the sarcophagus, lovingly painted with blessings and spells; stories from friends and loved ones of who she was, what she did, and how her very existence brightened so very many lives.

His included; in ways he didn't expect a mortal to ever inspire him.

He hung his head low, the inscription of her name painted vibrantly and with much love and detail by one of his very own priests. Hell, his priest, his Fist at the time, was the very one to help him prepare her tomb.

She was as much a family to him as though she were his own sister; her death pained him as much as it did everyone else's own hearts. He remembered seeing the tears fall down his face, smudging his eyeliner and causing it to run in black rivers down his cheeks as he administered the final prayers as her coffin was lowered into the sarcophagus.

Khonshu's only and greatest guilt was that he never sounds the identity of her killer, that he never got to see that justice was delivered and the life leave the perpetrator's eyes with his own.

The light dimmed, leaving the chamber in pitch black nothingness; a void he himself has felt like he was swimming through since her life left this world and departed into the next.

"I am sorry, Merit." He whispered softly, his palms curling into fists as his head hung low.

"Okay, miss, the doctor is ready for you, now." The receptionist told you as she slid the glass divider closed once again.

Your fingers tapped your knees anxiously, bouncing as you swallowed the lump of anxiety that had lodged itself in your esophagus before standing, your fingers tapping your thighs as the door to the back of the office opened up for you.

A woman whose skin was spotted and slightly wrinkled; almost stretched too tight over her hooked nose and sharp cheekbones, thick curly auburn hair going silver at her temples. A mole beneath her left eye, her irises a deep green behind her thickly-rimmed glasses. Honestly... she looked more like some sort of librarian than a doctor, but... you had to take what you could get, given your lack of funds and what your insurance would and wouldn't cover.

You step past her and she smiles her thin lips at you, "Well hello, dear. It's nice to meet you, my name is Doctor Pritchard, but you can call me Gale."

"Ah... right. It's... nice to meet you. Um. Gale." You say, trying out the overly sweet woman's name on your tongue. It felt weird, syrupy, almost, but not in a comforting way.

"This way, sweetie." She says, stepping into a door to your right, holding the door open for you to walk in.

The office was rustically decorated. It felt like you were in some sort of log cabin than a psychiatrist's office. She had large flat screens placed strategically on the walls to resemble windows; the real windows covered with thick rugs (or were they tapestries?) to block out the "unsightly" scenery of the city outside.

One the screens was different views of some sort of valley nestled between some mountains. Birds flew by, the trees and tall grass and flowers swayed softly in the breeze; a herd of deer stop to sip at the lake before prancing away. It really did feel soothing to look at, honestly. Cosy, and warm. A far cry from the sterile waiting room you were forced to anxiously chew your nails in before your appointment.

"Okay!" Gale said, gesturing for you to sit on the rather vintage-looking sofa across from her rocking chair, pulling out her tablet and opening a file to begin constructing on you.

"Now, what made you want to schedule an appointment with me, sweetheart?" She hummed at you, tapping away on her tablet.

Your legs begin bouncing again as you awkwardly sink into the too-soft cushions of the couch, chewing the inside of your cheek.

"Well, I--" You sigh, running a hand trough your hair as you try to find a way to explain without sounding like a crazy person.

You swallow deeply, your jaw set tight as you glance away from her and to the soft shaggy carpet.

"It's okay, sweetheart. This is a safe place." She assures you gently, her voice exuding a gentle, motherly tone to encourage you to spill your guts. You tried to ignore the angry pit of snakes that were roiling about in your gut.

"I've been... I've been having night terrors for as long as I can remember. They've gotten... worse. I'm not sleeping, and I--I've been dreaming even when I'm awake, and..."

You start babbling, all the stress and strain of the past several weeks finally slamming down hard on your shoulders, destroying that dam you'd constructed to try and keep the building waters of stress and confusion at bay.

You drop your head in your hands when your throat finally goes dry from your constant speaking, your hands shaky as you try to gather your scattered thoughts; "I just... I... I don't know what to do, or... or how to... to explain what the dreams are."

Gale picks up her phone and unlocks it, tapping something away hastily, "Describe the most vivid scenery you can for me, dear. One that evokes calm and peace."

"Ah, uh..." You balk, trying to think. There were so many, but...

"A.... a pond. It opens up into... into the Nile. There are stone pillars, trees, bushes, flowers... fish. The sky is clear and... the wind isn't too rough." You moisten your dry lips with your tongue and continue: "I could walk out onto the banks of the river. There were plants growing on the banks. I could..."

Your eyes seem to stare off, your mind disconnecting momentarily as you paint the scene as best you could with your words.

"I could see some kind of--of building or something. Boats on the water. Fisherman, maybe... I... I'm sorry but that's all I can..."

"No, no that's very good." Gale assured you brightly. "It helps me with this."

You look up at the "window" screens, and it goes from the peaceful mountain lake scenery to... to an image of an environment you'd dreamt about and imagined and haunted your dreams.

The banks of the Nile, calm and glassy in the early morning--or was it evening?--as birds stayed motionless in the sky, the date trees standing tall and proud around the banks. Scrubby brush, bushes and papyrus plants are visible as well; the most prominent being the buildings in the distance.

It takes her a minute, but she puts the image through some kind of program that animated the water, makes the trees sway and moves the birds in the sky in the background, the fronds of the trees swaying ever so slightly.

"Give me... just a moment." She murmurs, tapping away some more.

After a few seconds, the sounds of water, plants, insects, animals and faint music began to play, and you feel your heartbeat quicken slightly. Neither were exactly as your mind remembered them but... they were close.

You felt a pang of longing in your heart, your stomach twisting as the nest of snakes calm for the moment; no longer striking out within you, instead settling for coiling and slithering over one another. Not as violent as before, but still unsettling.

"I... h-how did you..."

"It's all a part of how I conduct sessions. It puts your mind a bit into the scenery of what you dream about." She said, smiling sweetly at you once again. "My way of conducting sessions is a bit of auditorial and visual relaxation. It's also why my office is so... Comfortable. It's styled off of my daddy's old office he had when I was a little girl! Certainly helps me conduct my work."

You saw in reviews online that her methods were... unconventional. Unconventional, but cheap. Which is ideally what you wanted. You simply couldn't afford a therapy bill that'd wound your wallet (and credit) for years to come.

"Now... there is... another thing I can do to help you get in to the mindset is... well." She chuckled softly, almost sounding like the soft hooting of an owl. "I can put you under a state of hypnosis. Or, well... almost-hypnosis. A trance. Would you like that?"

You chewed your lip. The logical part of your brain knew that realistically... hypnosis was a very controversial subject in the field of psychology. It can be used to manipulate people's thoughts or memories, plant false ones, even. It just wasn't... right.

But then again, your life was anything but "right" lately, wasn't it?

"Okay."

"Wonderful." Gale sighed softly, looking up at you. "Now... lie back on the couch and close your eyes."

You do as she says, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you try and will your body to replace; your pulse still fluttering wildly in your veins, your stomach still rioting with anxiety.

"I want you to loosen every muscle in your body and focus on the sounds I have playing on the speakers. Remember the scenery you explained to me. Imagine yourself standing in the waters of that little pond..."

You hum a peaceful tune as the cool water kisses your ankles, soaking the thin linen of your dress, causing it to stick to your skin as you move deeper into the calm, gentle waves. Birds chirp and the breeze graces your skin gently, the sun occasionally disappearing behind some puffy clouds, granting a moment's respite from the harsh heat.

The baby in your arms coos softly, her big golden-brown eyes glimmer up at you as she babbles; the dark mess of hair on her little head a stark contrast to her skin; the color reminding you of fresh clay before it was shaped. She got her skin tone from her father, definitely.

"Now, Heba..." You giggle as she grasps a lock of your wig, her chubby little fingers trying to grab the shiny beads braided in. You urge your finger into her fat little fist, distracting her enough that she looks at you once again, blinking her curious young eyes up at you in wonder; her round cheeks almost obscuring her eyes as she smiles, the hints of bottom teeth peeking through her gums.

Heba squirms as the water reaches above your waist, tickling her little toes as they poke through the cloth you have her partially swaddled in.

You reach down and pluck a lotus from the water and inhale the sweet perfume that comes from its not-quite-blue center, before holding it beneath Heba's nose, letting her sniff it. Apparently, her little nose did not like it, given how violently she sneezed, a short squeak coming from her and making you laugh.

Her little lip began to wobble as she sniffled, her beautiful eyes welling up with tears--as if you played some sort of mean joke on her. You tuck the lotus behind your own ear and lift her up, peppering chubby cheeks with kisses; kissing away her tears until she cooed and giggled, shoving your face away from her.

Strong arms circle your waist, warm breath tickles your neck as lips leave a soft trail to the skin behind your ear. Heba babbles at him and you can't help but giggle as she tucks herself against your breast, grasping at your gown as she attempts to converse.

"You are a natural with her." His warm voice murmurs against your skin.

"Yes, I do have experience with babies, after all. I remember helping take care of my little brother." You sigh wistfully, remembering how it felt to hold him for that very first time... how fragile and delicate he was before he grew into the boy he would forever be remembered as, even in death.

"I know." He whispers leaning his head over your shoulder so the both of you could peer down at Heba, her innocent eyes blinking up at the both of you with unfiltered, raw trust in her gaze.

Your lover's hand reaches around you and brushes her cheek affectionately. "I am glad I had a hand in her birth. She is a charming girl."

"Oh, and I have a feeling many will be throwing their bundles at her in desperation when she's older. She will be a beauty, that's for certain." You giggle as he nuzzles your shoulder, planting another kiss there.

"A beauty, like you. Let's hope your influence rubs off on her, hm?"

You sigh as Heba snuggles against you again, a small yawn cutely coming from her pouty lips. She would need to be put down for her mid-day rest, soon.

"Merit." His honey-rich voice says as his breath ghosts over your skin.

"Hm?"

"You--"

--sit up with a jolt as a cold cloth is placed on your forehead, your hands scrambling to grip the edges of the couch as your eyes blearily focus on the older woman in front of you.

"Oh, goodness! I was getting worried!" Gale sighs at you, fanning herself in relief. "You started talking in another language in the end, there, dear!"

The sounds of the water, the music, and even the bellow of a hippopotamus in the background is no longer soothing--it is overstimulating you, your heart fluttering wildly like a bird trying to flee a too-small cage.

"Turn it off." You whisper, feeling how damp with sweat your clothing had become.

Gale furrowed her brows at you, but relented, getting up to hit the mute button on the audio track she had pulled up, once more switching the Nile scenery back to the same lakeside view that had been there before you sat down.

"Is that better, sweetie?" Gale asked gently.

Your hands trembled and you wiped your sweaty palms on your thighs, your jeans soaking up your dampness quickly. "Yes. Please. Are we done?" You babble nervously.

"Well... almost, actually. You have five minutes left." Gale said, lifting her eyes to check the cuckoo clock above the doorway.

You shudder, cradling your head in your hands as you made a frustrated sob. Why was this happening to you? You should have known agreeing to that hypnosis shit would be a bad idea!

"Did any... anything I said make sense?" You croak.

"Well, you certainly described much of it in vivid detail. You couldn't describe the man you were imagining," Gale murmured aloud as she wrote something down on her tablet. "Which actually makes sense."

"Makes sense?" You echo, lifting your eyes in shock to look at her as she nods firmly, smiling at you.

"Yes. You are under entirely too much stress, sweetie." She says sadly, fixing you with a sympathetic look. "It isn't uncommon in extreme cases of exhaustion, sleep-depravation, stress and anxiety for our minds to create these... these vivid scenarios for us to escape to--to "run away" from the stress, basically."

Your mouth twists in revulsion at the idea. That wasn't at all what this was! You knew in your heart that it wasn't. Hell, you have an ancient god that occasionally shows up to annoy the piss out of you!

"I don't think--" You start, but Gale cuts you off again, continuously tapping on her tablet the entire time.

"You created this elaborate fantasy, it sounds like, from various forms of input from media you've consumed over the years. I'm guessing you've seen The Mummy a multitude of times as a child?"

"Well, yes, but--"

"And provided that with some school projects, trips to the museums, late-night documentaries... Your mind went to a place in time where the problems you suffer with simply didn't exist. You seem to have a family, a lover, a child! It's a common "apple pie" fantasy as I call it." Gale clicks with her tongue, looking up at you.

"It gives your mind a respite--an escape to a life you think is unattainable given your current circumstances."

You grind your teeth, biting your tongue as she continues to seemingly dismiss your situation entirely as some sort of fantasy you created; nevermind the fact that you've been suffering with dreams and these vivid scenarios since childhood, apparently!

You cut her off as she continues to ramble, "You said I was talking in another language." You grunt, your jaw grinding.

"Why, yes! You were, dear." Gale nods, not bothered by your otherwise rude interruption.

"Okay, if I made up that scenario," You say, leaning with your palms on your knees while your eyes narrowed at her. "How do you explain that?"

"Oh, it can be much of the same as to how you made up that little fantasy," She said casually. "You live in New York, dear. You probably heard the language spoken enough times your brain decided to pick up on it. I'm quite certain you were talking gibberish. Almost like sleep-talk."

You remind yourself to unclench your jaw and suppress the urge to shout at this silly old lady for dismissing almost everything you've pointed out or said as she rattled off her diagnosis and prescriptions she decided to give you...

This was getting ridiculous!

You angrily balled up the prescription notes and tossed them in the trash can outside, making a mental note to write a review about how dismissive this woman was, when you got home. If she induced her "hypnosis" often in her clients, who knows what she was else doing?!

You didn't notice however, a face in the crowd. A tall man, dark hair, hazel eyes, unmoving despite the bustle of the people around him, his suit a crisp stark white.

You didn't notice how he tilted his head at you, a curious and suspicious glimmer within his steady gaze.

Chapter 12: Link

[war-siren-au]

War Siren Au info dump

Hey so I'm making an Undertale Au because of fucking course I am, this is basically a post for me to dump all the info I made for it so far

Basically an Undertale siren au but with MY idea of sirens

Sorta

Sans and Papyrus are siren skeletons

All monsters are sirens

Weren’t originally sirens

Mages trapped them in undersea cave instead of Mt Ebott

Being made of magic, their magic helped/forced them to adapt

Monsters look more “beastly”

Can switch between tails and legs

Except for those without legs to begin with, they just kinda vibe

Hole in a mountain leads to underwater cave

Gained souls when people would fall in

Monsters can manipulate water to a degree

Since, ya know, magical adaptation or some shit

Monsters adapted to sea living and took after different sea creatures

Sans and Papyrus have shark-like tails

But bone

YES I KNOW SHARKS DON’T HAVE BONES OKAY IT’S MAGIC SHUSH

Undyne mostly took after swordfish

Alphys took after marine iguana’s

All monsters gained gills for obvious reasons

How? Magic adaptation, we’ve been over this

Grillby took after lionfish

Don’t ask me how his flames work underwater okay it’s fucking magic

Asgore and Toriel took after seals or walrus’s or something idfk

Alphys made waterproof robot body for Mettaton

They aren’t big in the story though

Would probably only be mentioned in the beginning

Why?

Because it’s gonna be AU house fic okay I don’t make the rules

Frisk freed monsters, obviously

“OMG how’d they survive underwater?” Remember when I said monsters can manipulate water to some degree?

Air bubble over their head next question

Okay okay anyways

Monsters are freed, and like I said, they can switch between tail, legs or both so YES THEY CAN TRAVERSE THE SURFACE

Anyways, they get to the surface and it’s war torn

Some fuck shit happened and now it’s kinda every man for himself

Maybe it’s war, maybe it’s a zombie apocalypse, I haven’t decided yet but the surface is FUCKED

Humans hardly trust each other, and now a bunch of monsters crawl out of the ocean?

Fuck that shit

Monsters gotta adapt to this harsh new world

Having adapted to the ocean kinda helps I mean ya gotta be strong and tough to lie in the crushing depths of the sea

Okay look man this is all I've got so far, I'm still working on it

Will it actually become a fic? Maybe, I'll see where this takes me

Kinda depends on how long the hyperfixation lasts tbh

Anyways, feel free to ask questions as it will help me decide things and flush things out!!

[skeletwinsauaskbox]

to author

I'm curious, how did you get into undertale/ your history with it? I love listening to how people found out abt undertale bc it just warms my heart hearing all the different stories

OOH BOY I GOT A QUESTION- ahem.

My first encounter with Undertale was actually because of my sister. She was really into indie video games at the time like Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine, and Undertale. She watched a lot of Minecraft music videos of various fan songs, and I just so happened to be in the room with her when she was watching the one for Down To The Bone on the TV. I wasn't doing much, all I was doing was reading Looney Tunes stuff (that was my special interest at the time), but something about the Undertale ones caught my eye. I don't exactly remember how it happened, but I started looking into Undertale and got REALLY into it.

I remember it being a slow transition from Looney Tunes to Undertale. And what usually gets me into the media is the characters. And I think it's safe to say that Undertale... has amazing characters. The first character I got attached to, however, was Papyrus. I think it was because I related to him the most. In real life, I actually have a similar personality to Papyrus, with his outgoing, bubbly energy and desire for lots and lots of friends. He really stuck with me. And not to mention, he's definitely autistic-coded. Just look at that man and tell me he's neurotypical, you liar. I also loved how he was a twist on the whole "big ego" characters. Those kinds of characters are usually jerks, but I feel The Great Papyrus really lives up to the name he gave himself. He's kind, he's compassionate, he shARES THE SAME BELIEFS AS I DO. Yeah, he was my sole favourite for a while. He never stopped being my favourite.

As for how I got attached to Sans? Well, I was in my "discovery" phase of my Undertale hyperfixation/special interest and I stumbled onto TV Tropes, as any cartoon/media nerd does. So I was looking at the character sheets, the Funnies, the Tear Jerkers, the Nightmare Fuels... and then I discovered the Woobie page. If anyone reading this doesn't know what a Woobie is, they're a type of character you can't help but feel bad for because of the crap they have to go through, like Asriel or Hunter from The Owl House or almost every Steven Universe character. And Undertale is unsurprisingly full of Woobies. But then I got to Sans' section of the page and... I cried, man. I legitimately cried. I felt so bad for the poor thing. So yeah, that kickstarted my attachment to Sans as well.

And you know, when your favourite characters are the ones the fandom loves/talks about the most... you basically hit the jackpot when it comes to fan content of them. Before long, I was watching comic dub after comic dub, learning about the story and characters and watching play throughs and reading fics and comics and oh my god it was a blast! And it came to a head when I wanted to save up for my own copy of Undertale. I was going to save a lot of money and- I had a bad day at school which culminated in my parents buying me Undertale to cheer me up because they're kickbutt awesome. Thanks, parental units! So anyway, I completed the all-mercy route and got the golden ending three times, then I didn't pick up the game again for AGES because I wanted to give the characters a happy ending. But my obsession didn't go away. In fact, it only grew stronger. So with the game done, what can I do now?

TUMBLRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!! AO3333333!!!!!!!! DEVIANTARRRRRT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (don't worry, I avoided THAT side of Deviantart) I made my account on Tumblr called @justali-anne and the rest is history. Thanks for asking!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would your skellies react to an S/O who has a green thumb? It seem like every plant S/O takes care of comes back healthier and better.

Undertale Sans - Well that's a good thing because he's a mass plant murderer. You're balancing each other lol. Every plant someone trusted Sans with ended up dying a horrible death somehow, so you're kinda saving the day by somehow reviving them. He doesn't understand how you're doing this. He swears he tried a ton of things and nothing worked. Ok, maybe most of the time he remembers he had to take care of the plant after two weeks to two months, but still.

Undertale Papyrus - He's good with flowers but he's a bit bored with the classic species. He wants cool-looking flowers and you're here to help. After two months, plants turned into a hyperfixation for Papyrus and you're living in a jungle, congratulations.

Underswap Sans - He thinks plants are boring honestly. It does nothing, it doesn't last long either, and it takes so much energy to take care of for only a few days of nice-looking moments. That's your thing, and it will say your thing. He's not patient enough for this.

Underswap Papyrus - Mr "I'm-allergic-to-everything" is not making the task easy for you lol. You're struggling to find plants and flowers that don't make him sneeze all day long. But it's a little victory every time you find something that he tolerates. Honey loves to help. Well, he loves to be included in everything his S/O is doing, but taking care of plants actually makes his anxiety shut up so he's always happy to help a bit.

Underfell Sans - He's doing his best to help but somehow he makes things worse every time he's helping. Like that time he watered your plants with gasoil and only noticed avec the twentieth flower :') He's not doing it on purpose, he's just terrible with plants.

Underfell Papyrus - You two are fighting on which plants to keep inside the house. Edge actually loves plants too, but he loves plants you hate... And you love plants he hates. He waits for you to leave the house to replace the plants, and you're doing the same. It's an eternal war. Maybe someday you'll find one you can agree on.

Horrortale Sans - He actually learns with you. At first, he doesn't show that much interest, but the more you do, the more you notice him staring behind your back. He's a bit clumsy and forgets half of the things he has to do, but it actually keeps him occupied. It actually helps his memory too since he has to water the plant every day, which is training his memory. He thinks it's a really relaxing activity and he would love to do it more often with you.

Horrortale Papyrus - He doesn't have that much of an interest in plants, but he's curious about what his S/O is doing and he's always happy to help if he can. He gladly appreciates your advice on his vegetables though. He had some difficulties growing them in the beginning but you showed him how to improve his fields and he's delighted with the result!

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't have any interest in the activity, but he likes having plants around. It makes his house look even more expensive and he's a material girl so he's really happy. You pretend like you don't see his black-and-white edge lord photos on social media next to your plants lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - I mean, you can do what you want but... Do you really want to have plants in a secluded area where Rus lives? Your plants are living in fear, never knowing if they're going to see the next day. That guy has no limits and can accidentally set the house on fire at least once a week. He's dangerous to all living things, please reconsider.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine surprisingly likes to take care of plants too. It was a true shock the first time you discovered that because that skeleton usually hates more things than he likes some. Of course, he will never say it out loud, or show he likes it. But you can sometimes catch him watering the flowers or cutting some disgracious leaves from your plants. He gives you the "what are you even looking at?" kind of look every time you see him though lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He saw you cut leaves and he wanted to help! So he cut leaves on all your plants. And by that I mean he cut 75% of each of your plants. When he sees your face, he goes from very proud to kicked puppy in three seconds. Maybe it's best if Coffee stays away from your plants from now on.

[mushr00mb3ll]

(hello it's me fandomworld. Clarifying because it won't let me ask from that blog since it is my side blog)

I saw you mention your AUS and I got super excited and curious!

Please do share headcanons for some of the characters? Maybe Sans and Papyrus? Definitely Grillby. (He is in my top 5 favorites of Undertale characters

immediately slams door open and drops stacks of papers on the random made up table that definitely was there before if you say otherwise you are lying

I cannot tell you how much I would love to share my Aus but putting all of them in the same post would be too long so I might make separate posts with them and just link them on the previous one I made.

I will HAPPILY share my head cannons tho??? Yes??? Hey, there's a lot of reading for head cannons under this for Papyrus, Sans, and Grillby, do proceed with caution because there may be stuff you do not like! Not 18+ but still! (this is mostly for ppl scrolling through a tag and don't want it bombarded with a wall of text (me core))

Oh I am SO FUCKING HAPPY to be able to share these. I just got back into Undertale recently (I've always been into Undertale but it's an hyperfixation in the back of my mind, now it's in the front of my mind) and cannot get these skrunly fuckers out of my head. /pos. I have not played Undertale or am caught up on my lore since it's been a while so I'm going off memory.

Sans

- He was training to be a scientist like his father (W.D Gaster) but after the incident, he gave up and focused on Papyrus - The ONLY survivor of the core incident, he is the only one that remembers! - He does remember some resets but not all, and they're mostly genocide resets, doesn't matter if the copy of that game was mostly pacifist, if there was one genocide then he would remember only that one clearly! Convenient. - He does know of AUs but would rather not meddle with them, kinda sees it as a waste of time - He is stronger than he lets on but doesn't purposefully make monsters think he's weak due to his 1HP. He just doesn't fight or spar with others because he's too tired. He's not the one to go "Oooh yeaah.. I can't fiiiight.." he will fight if needed, but no one challenges him due to his health. They don't think he's weak or can't dodge, just scared there will be an unlucky time where he's too tired to dodge. - Constantly using magic! Which is why he's so tired. What's he using his magic on? I dunno! Its wasted but he doesn't even know he's using it so he can't stop. - He admires his brother a lot for being able to stay happy through tough times. - He appreciates Grillby a lot, he would pay but he has no money, so he pays in telling monsters to go to his bar - He's got a kinda father-son relationship with the king but refuses to admit he sees the goat as a father figure. - He still does some science in the background, most of his income is helping Alphys with small things. He mostly fixes stuff. - He used to drink a bit but he quit, he now replaces it with ketchup so he gets the satisfaction of drinking something from a bar without the actual alcohol. - Loves routines.

Papyrus

- Biggest sensory issues of all time. The inside of the gloves is a very soft material, he has another pair where the material is more silky. Once he touched a material so bad he shot a blaster at it, he's never shot a blaster before that moment. - He's not weak or weaker, he has strong attacks like blasters, he just doesn't use them that much since he feels they can be overkill at times. - He only summons his blaster if someone is sad or if he's having a bad day and needs some company. - Most of his bad days are just overstimulation, everyone could be the nicest monsters ever, but everything just feels wrong to the touch or to the thought that he has a bad day. - Him and his brother weren't exactly rich; they lived in a house but were not able to afford anything outside of the necessities. Which is why he loves to get gifts for other to show love, he wasn't able to before, so he wants to now before his chance runs out. - He doesn't like tight spaces - He sometimes sees Undyne as a sister, while seeing Asgore as a father-figure - Spaghetti is his comfort food, he loves to eat Undyne's but refuses to eat any others unless they follow her recipe. - He likes routines but if something goes off track, he doesn't mind - Remembers some resets but think they're just dreams

Before I continue I feel like I should say that Grillby is my favorite and I have more for him than anyone else

Grillby

- Grillby is an orphan! His mom and dad died in the war, he was raised in an orphanage funded by the king and queen, but no one wanted to adopt him - Fire elementals don't summon weapons like some other monsters do, they have a weapon of choice they can put magic into and use! Grillby's weapon of choice is a bow - Him and Sans are around the same age, they met when Grillby snuck away (for the 10th time) and Grillby decided they were friends. - He was a very outgoing and energetic kid, but he was always lectured by the staff to "be careful, you're going to burn something one day" no matter how much control he had over his fire. The staff basically snuffed out any form of personality he had for "safety" - Hes not too keen on fighting. - Fuku is not his blood daughter, she is a random fire elemental he found one day when he was 19, he had good money then so he decided to take her in. - Of course, he is weak to water, but he can survive waterfall due to the fact the waterdrops evaporate before hitting his flames. If it was water thrown at him like a glass or a hose, he'd be screwed. - He doesn't mind that Sans doesn't pay, money isn't really a need for him and Sans pays in telling other about the bar. - He enjoys when monsters use him as a heater or roast marshmallows on him, helps him remember he isn't just a safety hazard. - Fire elementals are extremely adaptable! If someone handed him a random weapon, he'd know how to use it almost immediately with only a few mess ups. Give this man a g!n and he'd accidentally shoot a few monsters before actually being able aim like hes used it since he was a child. - He'd be able to survive a bit longer if he was injected with determination. Not survive survive, just not melt for a minute more than the others. - Hates, absolutely HATES tight and enclosed spaces, it reduces the oxygen he needs to keep his fire running, he could die if he's in a space like that for too long. Almost happened once! - Remembers a few resets and knows what they are, but keeps his mouth shut since he may sound crazy - He'd absolutely wear a dress, and he knows how to walk in heels (playing dress-up with kids from the orphanage) - He has a few cat attributes and mannerisms due to one of his parents being a cat. He can have claws, he hisses sometimes (mostly at water thrown at him), He likes to sit on counters when he's allowed, among other things. (it's mostly up to who's writing him how cat-like he is.) - His flames show his emotions! He can hide it at times but not well! The emotion the color represents depends on the person! (I can and WILL go into more detail if asked)

Aaaaand thats it! Thank you so much for asking me this and I would LOVE to explain my Aus if you'd be willing to hear! The last one is more Grillby centric but eh, hes my favorite and I can project onto him.

[themadzarka]

Not me wanting to write more Flowey and Chamra Girl...

This one is probably going to be centered around a horror movie like @yourlocalsimp11111 suggested. If not... um... Well it's still going to be about CG and Flowey, lmao. Frisk and Papyrus always have the possibility of making it, same for the rest of the main UT cast, it's just that these two in particular are more likely.

I don't know, I'm just saying I want to write a fic like last time. I think it helps my followers understand more why I hyperfixate on them so much. Something like that.

#chamra gallery <- tag for those little and/or big fics.