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In light of the discourse on Tumblr right now, I will take some time off. I just feel sick, not because of the artist though. Just the entire conversation about it. I won't say my stand here, mainly because I try to make this Tumblr more welcoming for everyone. Mainly because people sometimes just want to read short stories or look at art and not have a moral debate about what is good or not.

I will just say that the reason I am taking a sick leave is because I am actually quite sensitive. At least to guilt, anxiety, and other negative thinking. It feels like your stomach trying to clean itself by force. I hope to be back with something worth the wait.

Hope you all have a wonderful time.

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This is a video about online safety and I think they are really good and in depth. I think everyone should watch it at least once. I trust them enough to not lie or have vicious intentions.

This is Li Speak who makes a lot of videos on the 2000s era and other online specific discussions. I want to say right now that I am sharing this purely for the safety aspect of the video. We are a lot of people who let themselves be content in online spaces. Even if I keep my information protected under lock and key, sometimes forget that this place can be a war zone. Yes Tumblr even if we are all way calmer now, we are still as much of a war zone as anything else.

The Slow Death of Online Safety

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Something everyone should remember. Also, a bit of a rule of thumb, don't be a dick. I don't care what is your position on whatever fence you are in. People have their reasons for liking/disliking something. If their reason has no basis in actual bigotry, don't be a dick and just block them.

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Emory Marygold looks so cute. I usually have her stay in the gold and brown Palette. But for Winx, I thought it would be better to have her in blue. Mainly so that she can follow the polysexual flag with Mirta and Roxy. (Though to be upfront all of them are only friends until they are well into adulthood. Very demisexual vibes.)

In this, she is the Fairy of Wishes.

Her wish: I wish for this place to be a place of safety and growth. Where all the magical girls can rest and not worry about negative emotions.

Her power: Healing and Shield magic.

Her weapon: Arm bracers

I drew @necroliberty’s OC

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Ceres Dream by NecroLiberty

Did a piece of one of @necroliberty 's characters, Ceres!Dream. This was a really fun piece to do, and I referenced a few Thomas Kinkade paintings for the back. Thank you so much for letting me draw your character! Art by me :)

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This is for Tear's birthday, thank you again @eriscary for the wonderful ideas and the art you do. I hope you like that one.

Spector meets Tear.

Spector never truly hated the one that took his place. He knew now why he was banished from the au he called home. The breaking down of the multiverse had broken him too. He couldn't go back anymore, he would only destroy his au if he pushed further in. So he stayed in Limos' castle, a place too big for the group. Most of the rooms were refurbished into libraries anyway. Which he never truly cared for visiting. What was the point? "I am such a nihilistic coward." Spector didn't even have the strength to laugh. So he made a bone and burned its end to smoke it. It was still the only comfort he truly had.

The door of the balcony opened to Herald, his boss? Mentor? Owner? He still couldn't pinpoint how to call him. So he stuck to just not talking to him, it's easier. Herald also seemed to not be the most receptive to complaint. Harbinger who followed him like his shadow was proof of it. A Frisk of that Dusttale au variant Herald came from. Most Dusts kill the avatars of their timeline. Instead he heard this child express pain at having to see everyone turn to dust by their own hands. And decided to make sure Frisk would never see stuff like this again. No one knows where the eyes are though, so blindfolded Frisk it is.

Well that and the ghost of Papyrus head and hands was good enough to make that judgment too. Okay his name now was Banshee, but who cares. No one else but him and Herald saw the ghost, though it just spoke of how violent this particular Dust sans could be. Painstakingly breaking his own brother's bone until he stopped seeing him as a good person. Limos, the demon of nightmares, didn't call his group the worst of the worst for nothing. So why was he even there? He wasn't that bad of a fell? At least he hoped he wasn't.

"The boss is giving you a mission. Your usurper was found outside of your au. Go after him." He then left with the child and the ghost. Probably to find his own lover who was another fell. Weird. Or to find the walking armor that was Templar. He didn't know what to feel about him. So Spector looked at the dark sky and blurry moon before waiting for the fire to extinguish on his own.

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His feet stayed firm on the snow, betraying not even the faintest of a sound. The Red of his outfit stays undefined in the darkness and the red lighting of an underfell au. It wasn't his own though. Not everything was so stark in color. Everything was so painfully vibrant it actually hurt his eyelights a bit. So in a way it made the white felt doll Tear easy to pinpoint. He was so muted against the contrast of pure darkness and blood red. His only mission was to go after him, what it meant wasn't something he cared for. He didn't ask for more details so he won't be punished for doing exactly as he was told. Well it depends on the day really.

Spector looked around trying to recognize the sound against the darkness. It was driven into his mind like melted metal. The sound of glass in pure heat as it forms into a new shape. That's the sound of the multiverse healing. As he followed the sound for a few steps he located the fracture again. His home was right there, the muted white snow with so much light you could swear it was daylight. He missed it, he missed his brother's cooking and the pist off look of everyone. At least they were violent in an understandable way. Not like the Dust he was stuck with. He made a bone appear and broke the multiversal glass to keep it open for a few more minutes. Before going back to the solitary ghost. At least before the red shadows of Underfell woke up.

On his way back he stayed in the black color to not be seen, he wasn't ready. How dare this useless weeping doll take his place, he doesn't even like condiments like any other sans. He eats snow like a child... Spector breaths in and out before getting ready to calm his voice. "Tear Sans."

The person in question turned his head towards the shade of black he was hiding behind. And immediately started to apologize, dear everything how did he survive in his au? He is just like Frisk and that coward of a flowey. Dear angels please get him away from this. He breathed out again before leaving his hideout. "You know what no amount of wanting to be tough is worth it. Just follow me." Spector didn't give him much of a choice as he took his wrist and forced him to follow.

This Tear Sans was way smaller than him and Spector was small himself. Could have been bitty really, or a child depending. "You aren't going to keep Papyrus waiting."

"You know Papy?" Spector looked back half offended and kind of befuddled. He only had the presence to let go before clenching his fist. He was never able to call his brother less than Boss. Well at least in front of the others. At least not before his Frisk made him change his mind. But never Papy, that was the line.

"You lucky son of a felt, you get to take my place and have a deeper, more fluffy relationship with my own brother?" Is he laughing? He doesn't even know anymore but he just as heck needs to burn something. So he kicks the snow and breaks the hole to his home even more. The sound of glass shattering makes him feel more hollow and empty as it goes on. "Look, forget about me and go meet ..Papy! As you get to call him."

Spector stops fuming when tears float to take the shape of a dapper hat on his own head. "I call it the dapper fell. Do you like it?" Did this fluffy piece of cloth actually try to comfort him? Spector checked his cheekbones to meet tears. At least Tear got to cry in ways that could help.

"Yeah, it's nice, wish I could keep it." He dried his eyes feeling worse that he couldn't make a pun about it. He had no right judging Tear, he wasn't much of a Sans himself.

He then felt cloth around his neck and the faint smell of lasagna. Spector looked down and saw one of his brother's scarves. "He told me to give you this if I ever met you."

Spector chuckled and for once he was actually happy. He hugged cloth and felt with all his heart as he for once felt pure joy at the idea forming in his head. He wasn't replaced because he did matter in a way.

"You okay?" Wait he was hugging Tear. He never pushed someone away from him so fast.

"Yup, all good, here." He pushed a bottle of mustard in his hand. "I know you don't drink that stuff. I just want to also give him a gift. Now please go. I can't keep breaking your only way home." He pushed Tear inside the hole. And like if the multiverse itself was done with the fluff it closed right after.

A voice from mulch and decay went through his ear canal. "Spector" looked back ready to be punished for being way too kind and hurting Limos’ precious role. But he was met with a lazy shrug. "You might want to hide the scarf. You know Herald won't like seeing it." Spector looked down before wrapping around his waist under his hoodie. The hand wrapping around his shoulder smelled like moldy bread, disgusting. And they fell into the portal under their feet.

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Credits

Tear Sans: @eriscary

Spector: me

Underfell: don't know if someone made a specific one made of abstract colors and shapes. But here's for Underfell. @underfell

Limos Nightmare Sans: Me

Herald (Murder/Dust) Sans: Me

Harbinger Frisk: Me

Banshee Papyrus: Me

Dusttale: @ask-dusttale

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Hello there! I love your content, and am so glad that you create characters and share them. I'm very thankful you commissioned Wraith as well, so I could stumble upon your blog. I look forward to writing anon asks in the future. What is the most important thing for us viewers to know about your characters? What is the biggest challenge you face when writing for your characters, and how do you go about wrestling with those challenges? What is your favourite character to write for, and why?

Thank you so much I am happy you got interested.

I guess the most important thing for viewers to know depends on where they come from.

Undertale: Roles are more important than your personality and intent. If your status as guardian demands you be the villain. Society at large must believe you are. Also, all of your Aus and Ocs are now mine. *laugh in lore fanatic*

Gravity Falls: Everything is legal when the cops are gone. Mainly the idea of justice and fairness will highly depend on the immediate consequences. Also, I watched the Gravity Falls as Pokemon series. And yeah Kelly Ness is a Pokemon now. They will all be based on urban legends a cryptic from my neck of the woods.

Horror/Other: Mainly just for fun. Like frankly it is the two most shrug-based fun. I made them so I have an excuse for putting them roughly everywhere. Angelina Forx can travel anywhere and Emory Marygold's Unlimited Wishes can extend to going across different animes and cartoons.

As for the challenges, I guess wrestling with new ideas. I can get stuck in my head easily, which makes it harder to find a way to expand on them. I am so transfixed by having the perfect idea I don't accept any good ones. I found the way I work through them is by talking. Simply chatting about finding ideas with an active listener lets me find the words to explain the problem. And I can focus on what I need to do next. I don't use most advice given to me but simply talking helps a lot.

And finally, for your final question, I will say Amelia. I love writing her manic/stern outlook on life. Also, I love finding ways of using her childish naivety and adult-like sense of empathy. Since she remembers everything she pretty much knows exactly why you did a crime. Even if you don't know it right now. So Amelia would never be able to truly judge you for it. But frankly, she is still a kid, with a brain literally on fire. So she can and will act like a gremlin of chaos. Or act in the pettiest sense just to get a rise at people. (Not to mention that I keep pushing her buttons.)

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Trying a front-facing gacha again. This is Emory Marygold the Princess from Slay The Princess. I think they could be similar in spirit since they are both shaped by choices. Though Emory is an aspect of each wish she made and not by the other choices.

Her wish: I wish that all the wish I made from past and future are preserved as their own unique moment. A branch on a tree not the same paper copied each time.

Her power: shapeshifting, she can turn into the magical girl of a wish. If one soul gem is on the point of turning into a grief seed. It must be cut off immediately or it will spread to the others.

Her weapon: A pristine blade.

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I am going to admit I have been playing the demo of Hundred Lines Last Defense Academy. And it kind of woke up my love for certain media. So I might showcase my oc in those. I don't have many ideas for them. So I think I am just gonna have fun presenting how my oc would fit there.

Her name is Emory Marygold, she was created for Madoka Magica.

It was a sunny day outside, filled with clouds, fresh air, screaming children that you never knew if they were having fun, we're scared, or just mad. But all of this didn't matter as Emory was wrapping her arms around her head on her desk in pure agony. It wasn't the physical or even mental one. She just wanted to write something good. She just wanted to try something. She knew her life had a time limit, and it felt like any second passing without writing a word meant she was going to lose the precious time left to write. Just pass her by.

Why did she have to question everythin? If she could be like normal people, she wouldn't have deeply thought about what it meant to kick the bucket. Now, the word itself scared her beyond measure. How could you possibly explain being horrified by a concept used everywhere. She was only 12 and was already thinking so far ahead. What was wrong with her?

"Need help?" The voice was small and flighty, but oh, so knowledgeable. Emory looked by the open window of her bedroom. Was it a cat? Bunny? Maybe something in between. It looked like an albino cat with bunny ears falling from the inside of the cat ears. It had pink circles and golden rings. The smile didn't move when it spoke again. "I am Kyubey, with a single wish I can give you everything you want and desire?"

Emory, who thought she was in a sort of nightmare, she always had such vivid dreams when in mental anguish. Shrugged slightly, not taking any of it seriously enough to think clearly. "I wish for unlimited wishes." Immediately an unbearable pain striking her heart so deeply she felt the pure horror of her body decaying. The cold fear of losing time as she fell from her chair. She didn't even realise that the ears of the creature had taken something from her. As she looked up, she was still in midair. Her eyes fell on a golden light in the form of an egg.

"Accept it. It's your destiny." This felt so abstract and yet so permanent. So she wrapped her hands around the egg and let it burry inside her heart once again. As she did the sensation of a ring fused with one of her fingers. As she fell on her back against the messy floor of her bedroom, she tried to get up. She should have thought of a better wish. Kyubey jumped on her lap with a slight hit of its head on her hand like a cat would. "If you ever have any other wish, just call my name, and I will grant you one." She is going to regret it for sure.

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Emory Marygold: She left for Tokyo after that.

Magical power: to know what wish people make.

Weapons of choice: explosive sprinkles.

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And here is my final commission for the week. I need to let @wr-n breath a bit, lol. Vessel or ■■■■■■■■■ is from Deltarune. A nonbinary fem form who has been cast away in lieu of Kris. Now, with her ability to see through souls and use their voices, she can still somewhat walks through the earth. Maybe that's why Massacre likes her enough to keep her around. She is quite calm.

Vessel has become Massacre's Thrall! What a meaningful conversation!

Vessel was given the Boon of Grave Identification! Gotta know who's buried under that headstone-less dirt!

Vessel by @necroliberty

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Yes I do have a big crush on Endless he is just so cute and amazing. To be honest I like to believe our relationship is something like an healthy Killer/Nightmare. In the sense that even as a thrall I would be equal in power (I am creator like if I am going to let him have all the fun). Like he is trying to be super serious in his office and I verry cat like lay on all his papers.

New Ship Dynamic Unlock: Serious Glasses/Cat Gremlin

Necroliberty has become Endless' Thrall! Good luck with him XD

You were gifted with the Boon of Deconstruction!

Thank you for the doodle commission! ^^

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To be honest, right now, she is like 10 with way more of a youngish look. But I like to believe that this is well into the future. So you have this 20-year-old girl casually sporting a temmie armor spitting an attitude towards the Eldritch of Nightmares. She even outgrew her fear of the darkness. Because she realised something crucial. His old.

Also, for a continuation

Nova looked back towards the unknowable force that is the one who lies in the darkness. The abyss that scared her since birth. The reason she was never able to see the danger in anything else. What else could possibly compare before this particular type of demon. Though he never seemed to catch her for 10 years. So she scrolls through her phone and walks away. "Okay, boomer."

Nova becomes Nightmare's Thrall! Congrats on your Boon of Shadow Step! Your footsteps are now completely silent!

Thank you for the doodle commission!

Nova belongs to @necroliberty

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Hi everyone, I kind of want to talk a bit more about my Whatifverse. I recently remembered that for a time, I witnessed a growing frustration with the number of Sans centric multiverses. I particularly never saw the problem. I mean, Whatif is one. But it made me wondered and even now, I still wonder. What if other characters of Undertale and Deltarune had their own "System"?

If we think that the Gardians and their partners are a Sans centric system. Meant to judge and gard the Multiverse they inhabit. I wonder what other characters could have?

So here's are some idea. They won't dwell on it to much. It's more on how the hierarchy could look like. (FYI I am not to much on Deltarune as their own Fandom. I did the same with Undertale but in reverse. I found the game before I found the Fandom.)

Humans: I wanna place the humans together because I think they serve a similar role. The one closest to the player's will. I mean even Chara, who is unreachable in many ways. Can have their name change directly by our actions. And is often time the actual narrator. I mean, canonically, they are, but you know, potayto pothato. I think you will have 3 main archetypes. The Narrator (Chara), the Avatar (Frisk), and the Human (Kris). Also, I think other than most systems. They might be the focus of an au, but they wouldn't have a council or something based on only them. They have archetypes, but that's all. I mean, we play the games mostly for the interaction right! So it would make sense that like Core Frisk, they mainly interact with other systems. You could say they are in charge of keeping the relationship between player/system/game and so on link.

Narrators would be humans or avatars who died with a determination to keep going. It doesn't need to be the red soul, but their unwillingness to let go is what turns them into such. Not enough to fully come back like Frisk would. But enough to follow the ones that hold onto the timeline the hardest.

Humans are actually pretty run of the mill in general. They have powerful magic stabilies in a sense? I like to think that the different souls are different schools of magic. And as you grow up, you don't have the mushy brain of a child that can learn everything, so you focus on one. A human adult with a red soul is extremely rare since you need to master all of the other forms. I guess Marine from The First Human and Aliza from Horrortale (ish) would be part of that group because we view them primarily through a comic format. Though Aliza does have some game content. But it's more of a sometimes. Thank you, Glitchtale, for the idea of different souls having specific magic ideas.

Now for the Avatars. They are in short artificial humans. They are first a vessel either created by the game or the player (thank you deltarune for the idea). Then, the players will morphed into the soul that the avatar often carries. Normally, it's red because Undertale and Deltarune are the most common aus. But Yellow is still a game and makes Clover technically an avatar, too. So alternate can spawn from it.

((Well me that didn't want to go into to much details lol))

Undyne & Alphys: Yeah as if I would ever separate them. They will be regarded as the Tropes. For example Undynes would be shonen anime. You would have an Undyne that cooks so well that the smell makes you falter. And to beat her you must either eat all the food or cook better. Alphys would be more Shoujo anome tropes, a lot of emotional and relationship heavy drama. Probably would have one that cooks too. But instead it would be Kawaii and be way more about how aesthetical pleasing it is. A feast for the eyes, soul and stomach. But it would be more about what the food represents and the labor you put into it. Because I love Dr. Megalo au. Alphys is the villainess trope you see in Otome game but she is a force to be recking with. Undyne is the trope of the protagonist who will never give up. (I will break my/your bones until you get therapy behavior). Sans is well the only gardians name Sans. Because he is important to his au but the au is for Alphys and Undyne. He is just there to fill a spot. Frankly he doesn't even need to interact with the other gardians. I mean he can join if they need pointers. But it's like second generation in my multiverse (entirely different subject I can't spiral in yet. In short the gardians f**k up, now they need more gardians to solidify the balance no other system is happy about this.)

Toriel: I guess she could be the different ways you see motherhood. (Yeah it's going to get especially short I don't have that much ideas lol)

Asgore: Same but for fathers. I am not putting them together because they are in a divorce.

Asriel/Flowey: Could be the different ways you answer to traumatic experience.

Who else could I put hmm 🤔 🤔. Well if you have any ideas?

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((Credits: Mainly people I am taking heavy inspiration from.))

@camilaart For Glitchtale

@artsyrean For DR Megalo Au

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ask game :D List five of your favorite or top songs, then send this ask to the last ten people in your notifications

Hmm I guess

We're Sure To Drown by Paranoid DJ

I'm Glad You're Evil Too covered by Octavia

Scylla from Epic The Musical.

The cursed song from the movie Melody of Death.

And Song Of The Sea from well Song Of The Sea

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Thank you for telling me and I I will change it immediately.

Sorry for the earlier post, Tumblr is hard to manage sometimes. This is the actual gift for @eriscary , the creator of Tear Sans. They talked about how Fell Sans was pretty much lost, so it made me wonder about a possible What if. What if Fell joined the bad sanses? Also, what if Error was able to stay calm? lol.

Fell had a pretty bad fight with his boss today. Enough to make him want to skip to Grilby's, but to be honest, he didn't really want to do that either. Grilby wasn't the type of friend you get mad with. To be honest, Fell felt pretty annoyed then and there. So here he was, near a cliff, mainly to feel his legs dangling while smoking. He couldn't help but like the view sometimes.

"You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself."

The laugh persisted after the memory tied to nothing. Every time he came here, the same vibe and intent were here. And for a moment, he felt bigger and stronger. He wasn't short by any means, but somehow, for a moment, he felt like he had been bigger, maybe.

The smell of burning bones fills the scenery until he hears a distinct crack somewhere. Making him slowly get up with one of his gaster blasters prepared. He wasn't as strong as his br-boss, who could form the entire body of it. But it will have to do. He looked around, straining his eyelights and non-existent ears to find the source of that crack. He knew some in Underfell had this hunting drive. They didn't have the lv to fight head-on, so they fought with smarts. His resolve shattered when he heard the crack again but more clearly. It wasn't branch snapping, but the sound of glass breaking. It was something Alphys had found out when he was still a scientist. The sound of the multiverse breaking was the same as glass hitting the floor.

The cracking sound continued like bullets firing in all directions. The only thing drowning it out was the heartbreaking scream that followed it. Each sound of shattering glass was met with a vision that seemed to leak from cracks in reality. The more it went, the more each vision would splinter in smaller, more detailed memories. At first, it was only the many versions of himself.

A bigger meaner version of himself with a tuxedo and a gross eye for a woman singing in a bar. Another one with another tuxedo looking over a scar left by a small kid in rags. The others looked more like him, but one had an X over his face. The other was holding an adult Frisk filled with flowers. Others looked like a mix of himself and his brother. Most were reds, and others were purples. But something always seemed to repeat. He was a joke. He thought he was intimidating in his own right. Even if he wasn't, his brother would be a force to reckon with. But every time, he pales in comparison to sanses with more bluish tones. As the vision broke into a Mandela of every action and every thought that repeated or differed. He could feel his mind breaking under the weight of the information. The ambient scream morphed in his ears into the same sentence over and over. But it's also different at the same time.

"You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself." "You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself." "You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself."

He grabbed his skull, trying to muffle as he realised the cracks were outlining a form. A small child with a ragged ponytail and a scarf billowing behind her like open arms. The outline of a mouth kept repeating each sentence like a joke. A chuckle overlayed the sentence as the joke became a mantra to keep on going. The outline trembled in fear as an outline of snow balls surrounded her.

He then fell as his foot stopped meeting the snow of the cliff. As he fell, the cracks were so numerous everything slowly merged into the same blinding white. The only thing breaking it was a shadow jumping from the outline of the child. As they fell downward with outstretched hands, he could see the white of the memories slowly making the eyes and mouth noticeable. Like if it was mainly just a trick of the light. When the hands grabbed his hoodie, he rolled down a hill of snow. The tumbling from the cliff meant nothing as he hit a heavy puff of snow. The voices and blinding white stopped. "Don't lose sight of me.”

He was looking at a little girl barely older than 10 with a ragged red ponytail. Big black eyes like coal, a red scarf smelling like faint lasagna greeting the world in open arms. She was still holding his hoodie like he was going to disappear. "What the fuck is going on?"

The small girl tiredly smiled as she helped him get back up. "My soul couldn't take it anymore, I am sorry. I gave up, and this multiverse took the price. But, I was trying to give you this." She took her red scarf off. "It's the only thing good enough to stop the memories from eroding your view of reality. But you fell, and I had to pull your body into a memory before it dusted." Fell looked around to see himself and the girl. He was indeed taller and bigger then. Dodging snowballs and sending bones at the same little girl. But before he could fully understand the context, the real little girl forced him to pay attention to her. "Don't lose sight of me. You will get lost." She wrapped his wrist with the scarf and did the same with hers.

He wanted to get mad and demand a better explanation, but obviously, nothing about this would make sense. He wasn't meant to see it anyway. He passed through memories of good times and worst times. Sometimes, he could hear the same chuckle and laughter as the memory near the cliff. He felt a tug on the other side.He grabbed his skull, trying to muffle something, and he realised the cracks were outlining a form. A small child with a ragged ponytail and a scarf billowing behind her like open arms.

It was the same little girl who was still pulling her. Snow falling with the direction of her eyes. He felt himself say something about LOVE and the place around here. She didn't look strained at that moment. She looked certain. "Fell, I had a childhood before all this. I can do nothing more than to LOVE." And the scarf disappeared from his wrist as the blinding white came back.

It was probably only hours, but it felt like millenia until a bone hand wrapped itself around his hand and pulled him back towards reality. He let the hours flow by as he took a moment to truly feel the ground beneath him. The sound of the trees bending and working their barks into slight groans. The feeling of the cold snow that fell from the inside of a cavern. He let the pain of his eyelight set in. For a moment, it felt like pure bliss. The white noise of the memories had been replaced by soft snowflakes dancing down the magical wind. When the pain lessened a bit and the novelty of normalcy had turned to its usual platitude. He sat up.

First, he would need to go back to his room. His brother, oh yeah, his boss would probably still be in a sour mood. Especially if he saw the same mandela as him. So Fell took a deep, unneeded breath and took a shortcut with a slight jump. It was a way to be sure you wouldn't randomly merge with a box or lose socks. Snowflakes were fine, but anything more durable could seriously hurt in the long run.

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Fell heard the snow crunch underneath his shoes before he realised something went wrong. Okay maybe he was thinking of one of the room he saw when the multiverse was breaking. He tried to think of what made him room completely his. He didn't see any other fell sans smoke a bone like he did. So he focused on the ashtray filled with bones and took a shortcut with a slight jump.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Again the crunch of the snow met his non existent ears. So maybe if he simply walked, it could simply be that the multiverse was to weak to support a shortcut. So he walked towards the hidden slope to get back to the path. He was going to step on the main road.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

To hear the snow crunch again. “What the fuck?! No, not right now.” He ran to the slope again.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

He didn't stop running when he felt the snow crunch underneath his weight. When he heard the voice of Flowey, he ran faster, but he wasn't even

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able to land a foot on the slopes, his foot already crushing the snow beneath him. He then shot a bone to the main road, but it disappeared. “Please not now.”

He tried again

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Again

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And again, at a different angle.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Until he fell on the snow as his eyelight was actually torturing him. He gripped his left eye socket with a silent, painful wail. The sound of glass shattering in his skull felt like fireworks. Then, it slowly stopped as it became a painful numb. The only thing that made him open that painful eye socket again was when he heard a distinctive branch snap. Before even trying to play smart, he pointed a gaster blaster to shoot at the intruder. Whoever that was should not attack a random monster on the defensive like that. He stared at the smoking tree remains waiting for either dust or a whimpering monster. Only to be met with… Frisk? Wait, no, they were on the main road like always, and this one had a blindfold on. More specifically, his stick was coated in blood and dust. Something the Frisk he knew would never even think of doing. At least he hoped for it.

The human ran across the snow, dodging all of his attacks, making Fell realize that his gaster blasters had changed. They were no longer the head of a dragonic dog ready to pounce if needs be. They looked like the heads of several monster skulls. Making Frisk momentarily stop sometimes. “So Titan was right. Your code is beyond salvation.” Fell spin, ready to punch whoever decided to creep on him. Until he realized he was facing someone with a good head taller than him. Would never go beyond his brother, but still.

The one in front of him had his head cast in shadow by his hood, only letting the blue and red eyelight shine. “Harbinger retreat, I am keeping this one.” He only heard a slight hummed before even the crunching of snow just stopped. “The boss asked us to take a recruit with us. You will do.” Before he could make sense of the information, he heard a distinct small sorry from behind and immediately collapsed. He tried to keep his eyes open as he saw the form of a head onga scarf floating near the hood guy, with a real bone in his gloves.

His eyesocket met the endless white again, but now it was also filled with strings and destroyed dolls. With a sans? Roughly his size if not smaller doing the finished touches of his new body. He was literally made of plush and strings. Near him, another Sans with inverted colors and error notifications everywhere. “Got inspired?”

The plush sans looked ready to leave, but a few strings kept him in place. “I am not mad, I actually enjoy you. I wanted to explore this side. Most Napstablook keeps to themselves and rarely take center stage. So, to be honest, I respect your goal. But still, my partner is going to be annoyed. We took so much time making those. Maybe we can find a silver lining. Our new daughter could have some fun with us.” The glitched out sans replaced his hoodie-suit and tie? Before CHECKing Napstablook? code. “Tear, that's a good name. Come with me, I have a place for you.” And they both left.

The scenery changed to show his actual brother Papyrus walking in the snow. Mumbling to himself about losing his brother and him being way too lazy to go that far. The portal the skeleton had made reappeared in front of his brother to drop Tear Sans and disappear in one or two frames. At first, Fell was sure his brother wouldn't fall for how blatantly this one looked nothing like him. But some of his brothers, his boss, just took him. As he did, he could hear the sound of glass being blown by fire. The sound of the multiverse healing. He was a missing piece, something to be forgotten and lost. He smiled as he could feel his HP dropping. The 1 is going into decimals.

“I am sorry for this, I was trying to give you closure. Or at least show that your brother would be fine.” The voice was similar to the little girl if not a bit less strained and with a slight distortion. He looked back to see a tiny skeleton in winter wear and inverted colors. She also had star-like freckles and two high pigtails clipping through her winter hat. The magic inside of them weaving themselves into rope. “I didn't mean for this to hurt you so badly.”

Fell wanted to get mad, but frankly, he just didn't care anymore.

So he woke up on a bed behind bars. His soul is in the hands of a skeleton in tar, mulch, and fungal decay. The Sans in question focused the soul as the hp showed a negative number. Only kept together by tentacle vines. “What I did makes me officially the owner of your soul. It's because of me and me alone that you are still alive. And as your first order, it should come easier for you. You will listen to what Heralds tells you to do at all times if it doesn't distract from one of my orders. Understood?” Fell just stared blankly until his soul took back its place in his ribcage. Immediately, the feeling of living worms squirming inside his skull made him scream in pain as he flailed on the bed. The cold glare of this guardian of decay only does so much to calm him down. Tentacles wormed themselves out of his sockets like if his soul was trying to escape through there. “Was being understood?”

Fell nodded vigorously before being manhandled into an upright position. “Good, your name is Spector from now on. Get used to it. Herald will come pick you up later.” And just like that, the fungal monster portaled his way out. F- well, Spector now sat back down, his head still numb in pain and sorrow. He conjured a bone when he was sure he could still use magic. And simply lit it.

UnderFell: @thedoggoboi

(Memory)MobFell Sans: Staringback and Melikas

(Memory)UFMobtale Sans: @nyublackneko

(Memory)Swapfell Red: @ziznine69

(Memory)Fellswap Gold: @blackggggum

(Memory)SwapFell: @nishimori38

(Memory) FlowerFell: Kind of lost here.

Spector (Fell) Sans: Me

Dusttale: @ask-dusttale

Harbinger Frisk: Me

Herald (Dust/Murder) Sans: me

Banshee (Ghost Papyrus): Me

Error Sans and compagny: @loverofpiggies

Titan (Error) Sans: Me

Sovereign (Blueberror) Sans: Me

Physalis (ship child of above: Me

Tear Sans: @eriscary

Dreamtale: @jokublog

Limos (Nightmare) Sans: Me

[necroliberty]

Whoops mind telling me who to credit. I was basing it off Wiki.

Sorry for the earlier post, Tumblr is hard to manage sometimes. This is the actual gift for @eriscary , the creator of Tear Sans. They talked about how Fell Sans was pretty much lost, so it made me wonder about a possible What if. What if Fell joined the bad sanses? Also, what if Error was able to stay calm? lol.

Fell had a pretty bad fight with his boss today. Enough to make him want to skip to Grilby's, but to be honest, he didn't really want to do that either. Grilby wasn't the type of friend you get mad with. To be honest, Fell felt pretty annoyed then and there. So here he was, near a cliff, mainly to feel his legs dangling while smoking. He couldn't help but like the view sometimes.

"You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself."

The laugh persisted after the memory tied to nothing. Every time he came here, the same vibe and intent were here. And for a moment, he felt bigger and stronger. He wasn't short by any means, but somehow, for a moment, he felt like he had been bigger, maybe.

The smell of burning bones fills the scenery until he hears a distinct crack somewhere. Making him slowly get up with one of his gaster blasters prepared. He wasn't as strong as his br-boss, who could form the entire body of it. But it will have to do. He looked around, straining his eyelights and non-existent ears to find the source of that crack. He knew some in Underfell had this hunting drive. They didn't have the lv to fight head-on, so they fought with smarts. His resolve shattered when he heard the crack again but more clearly. It wasn't branch snapping, but the sound of glass breaking. It was something Alphys had found out when he was still a scientist. The sound of the multiverse breaking was the same as glass hitting the floor.

The cracking sound continued like bullets firing in all directions. The only thing drowning it out was the heartbreaking scream that followed it. Each sound of shattering glass was met with a vision that seemed to leak from cracks in reality. The more it went, the more each vision would splinter in smaller, more detailed memories. At first, it was only the many versions of himself.

A bigger meaner version of himself with a tuxedo and a gross eye for a woman singing in a bar. Another one with another tuxedo looking over a scar left by a small kid in rags. The others looked more like him, but one had an X over his face. The other was holding an adult Frisk filled with flowers. Others looked like a mix of himself and his brother. Most were reds, and others were purples. But something always seemed to repeat. He was a joke. He thought he was intimidating in his own right. Even if he wasn't, his brother would be a force to reckon with. But every time, he pales in comparison to sanses with more bluish tones. As the vision broke into a Mandela of every action and every thought that repeated or differed. He could feel his mind breaking under the weight of the information. The ambient scream morphed in his ears into the same sentence over and over. But it's also different at the same time.

"You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself." "You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself." "You know I have already been here once, this AU to be exact. I still remember the snowball fight we had. To be honest, I was just trying to defend myself."

He grabbed his skull, trying to muffle as he realised the cracks were outlining a form. A small child with a ragged ponytail and a scarf billowing behind her like open arms. The outline of a mouth kept repeating each sentence like a joke. A chuckle overlayed the sentence as the joke became a mantra to keep on going. The outline trembled in fear as an outline of snow balls surrounded her.

He then fell as his foot stopped meeting the snow of the cliff. As he fell, the cracks were so numerous everything slowly merged into the same blinding white. The only thing breaking it was a shadow jumping from the outline of the child. As they fell downward with outstretched hands, he could see the white of the memories slowly making the eyes and mouth noticeable. Like if it was mainly just a trick of the light. When the hands grabbed his hoodie, he rolled down a hill of snow. The tumbling from the cliff meant nothing as he hit a heavy puff of snow. The voices and blinding white stopped. "Don't lose sight of me.”

He was looking at a little girl barely older than 10 with a ragged red ponytail. Big black eyes like coal, a red scarf smelling like faint lasagna greeting the world in open arms. She was still holding his hoodie like he was going to disappear. "What the fuck is going on?"

The small girl tiredly smiled as she helped him get back up. "My soul couldn't take it anymore, I am sorry. I gave up, and this multiverse took the price. But, I was trying to give you this." She took her red scarf off. "It's the only thing good enough to stop the memories from eroding your view of reality. But you fell, and I had to pull your body into a memory before it dusted." Fell looked around to see himself and the girl. He was indeed taller and bigger then. Dodging snowballs and sending bones at the same little girl. But before he could fully understand the context, the real little girl forced him to pay attention to her. "Don't lose sight of me. You will get lost." She wrapped his wrist with the scarf and did the same with hers.

He wanted to get mad and demand a better explanation, but obviously, nothing about this would make sense. He wasn't meant to see it anyway. He passed through memories of good times and worst times. Sometimes, he could hear the same chuckle and laughter as the memory near the cliff. He felt a tug on the other side.He grabbed his skull, trying to muffle something, and he realised the cracks were outlining a form. A small child with a ragged ponytail and a scarf billowing behind her like open arms.

It was the same little girl who was still pulling her. Snow falling with the direction of her eyes. He felt himself say something about LOVE and the place around here. She didn't look strained at that moment. She looked certain. "Fell, I had a childhood before all this. I can do nothing more than to LOVE." And the scarf disappeared from his wrist as the blinding white came back.

It was probably only hours, but it felt like millenia until a bone hand wrapped itself around his hand and pulled him back towards reality. He let the hours flow by as he took a moment to truly feel the ground beneath him. The sound of the trees bending and working their barks into slight groans. The feeling of the cold snow that fell from the inside of a cavern. He let the pain of his eyelight set in. For a moment, it felt like pure bliss. The white noise of the memories had been replaced by soft snowflakes dancing down the magical wind. When the pain lessened a bit and the novelty of normalcy had turned to its usual platitude. He sat up.

First, he would need to go back to his room. His brother, oh yeah, his boss would probably still be in a sour mood. Especially if he saw the same mandela as him. So Fell took a deep, unneeded breath and took a shortcut with a slight jump. It was a way to be sure you wouldn't randomly merge with a box or lose socks. Snowflakes were fine, but anything more durable could seriously hurt in the long run.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Fell heard the snow crunch underneath his shoes before he realised something went wrong. Okay maybe he was thinking of one of the room he saw when the multiverse was breaking. He tried to think of what made him room completely his. He didn't see any other fell sans smoke a bone like he did. So he focused on the ashtray filled with bones and took a shortcut with a slight jump.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Again the crunch of the snow met his non existent ears. So maybe if he simply walked, it could simply be that the multiverse was to weak to support a shortcut. So he walked towards the hidden slope to get back to the path. He was going to step on the main road.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

To hear the snow crunch again. “What the fuck?! No, not right now.” He ran to the slope again.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

He didn't stop running when he felt the snow crunch underneath his weight. When he heard the voice of Flowey, he ran faster, but he wasn't even

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

able to land a foot on the slopes, his foot already crushing the snow beneath him. He then shot a bone to the main road, but it disappeared. “Please not now.”

He tried again

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Again

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

And again, at a different angle.

[ERROR-MALIGNENT CODE-ERROR]

Until he fell on the snow as his eyelight was actually torturing him. He gripped his left eye socket with a silent, painful wail. The sound of glass shattering in his skull felt like fireworks. Then, it slowly stopped as it became a painful numb. The only thing that made him open that painful eye socket again was when he heard a distinctive branch snap. Before even trying to play smart, he pointed a gaster blaster to shoot at the intruder. Whoever that was should not attack a random monster on the defensive like that. He stared at the smoking tree remains waiting for either dust or a whimpering monster. Only to be met with… Frisk? Wait, no, they were on the main road like always, and this one had a blindfold on. More specifically, his stick was coated in blood and dust. Something the Frisk he knew would never even think of doing. At least he hoped for it.

The human ran across the snow, dodging all of his attacks, making Fell realize that his gaster blasters had changed. They were no longer the head of a dragonic dog ready to pounce if needs be. They looked like the heads of several monster skulls. Making Frisk momentarily stop sometimes. “So Titan was right. Your code is beyond salvation.” Fell spin, ready to punch whoever decided to creep on him. Until he realized he was facing someone with a good head taller than him. Would never go beyond his brother, but still.

The one in front of him had his head cast in shadow by his hood, only letting the blue and red eyelight shine. “Harbinger retreat, I am keeping this one.” He only heard a slight hummed before even the crunching of snow just stopped. “The boss asked us to take a recruit with us. You will do.” Before he could make sense of the information, he heard a distinct small sorry from behind and immediately collapsed. He tried to keep his eyes open as he saw the form of a head onga scarf floating near the hood guy, with a real bone in his gloves.

His eyesocket met the endless white again, but now it was also filled with strings and destroyed dolls. With a sans? Roughly his size if not smaller doing the finished touches of his new body. He was literally made of plush and strings. Near him, another Sans with inverted colors and error notifications everywhere. “Got inspired?”

The plush sans looked ready to leave, but a few strings kept him in place. “I am not mad, I actually enjoy you. I wanted to explore this side. Most Napstablook keeps to themselves and rarely take center stage. So, to be honest, I respect your goal. But still, my partner is going to be annoyed. We took so much time making those. Maybe we can find a silver lining. Our new daughter could have some fun with us.” The glitched out sans replaced his hoodie-suit and tie? Before CHECKing Napstablook? code. “Tear, that's a good name. Come with me, I have a place for you.” And they both left.

The scenery changed to show his actual brother Papyrus walking in the snow. Mumbling to himself about losing his brother and him being way too lazy to go that far. The portal the skeleton had made reappeared in front of his brother to drop Tear Sans and disappear in one or two frames. At first, Fell was sure his brother wouldn't fall for how blatantly this one looked nothing like him. But some of his brothers, his boss, just took him. As he did, he could hear the sound of glass being blown by fire. The sound of the multiverse healing. He was a missing piece, something to be forgotten and lost. He smiled as he could feel his HP dropping. The 1 is going into decimals.

“I am sorry for this, I was trying to give you closure. Or at least show that your brother would be fine.” The voice was similar to the little girl if not a bit less strained and with a slight distortion. He looked back to see a tiny skeleton in winter wear and inverted colors. She also had star-like freckles and two high pigtails clipping through her winter hat. The magic inside of them weaving themselves into rope. “I didn't mean for this to hurt you so badly.”

Fell wanted to get mad, but frankly, he just didn't care anymore.

So he woke up on a bed behind bars. His soul is in the hands of a skeleton in tar, mulch, and fungal decay. The Sans in question focused the soul as the hp showed a negative number. Only kept together by tentacle vines. “What I did makes me officially the owner of your soul. It's because of me and me alone that you are still alive. And as your first order, it should come easier for you. You will listen to what Heralds tells you to do at all times if it doesn't distract from one of my orders. Understood?” Fell just stared blankly until his soul took back its place in his ribcage. Immediately, the feeling of living worms squirming inside his skull made him scream in pain as he flailed on the bed. The cold glare of this guardian of decay only does so much to calm him down. Tentacles wormed themselves out of his sockets like if his soul was trying to escape through there. “Was being understood?”

Fell nodded vigorously before being manhandled into an upright position. “Good, your name is Spector from now on. Get used to it. Herald will come pick you up later.” And just like that, the fungal monster portaled his way out. F- well, Spector now sat back down, his head still numb in pain and sorrow. He conjured a bone when he was sure he could still use magic. And simply lit it.

UnderFell: @thedoggoboi

(Memory)MobFell Sans: Staringback and Melikas

(Memory)UFMobtale Sans: @nyublackneko

(Memory)Swapfell Red: @ziznine69

(Memory)Fellswap Gold: @blackggggum

(Memory)SwapFell: @nishimori38

(Memory) FlowerFell: Kind of lost here.

Spector (Fell) Sans: Me

Dusttale: @ask-dusttale

Harbinger Frisk: Me

Herald (Dust/Murder) Sans: me

Banshee (Ghost Papyrus): Me

Error Sans and compagny: @loverofpiggies

Titan (Error) Sans: Me

Sovereign (Blueberror) Sans: Me

Physalis (ship child of above: Me

Tear Sans: @eriscary

Dreamtale: @jokublog

Limos (Nightmare) Sans: Me

[necroliberty]

so the Canada post ISNT real. and the misinformation and lack f checking sources is harming a support hotline for trans people.

https://translifeline.org/clarifying-misinformation-about-our-hotline-number/

https://www.advocate.com/news/fact-check-canada-lgbtq-hotline

Thank you for telling me. I will be taking it out. I am not that good about checking sources, so I am truly happy you were able to warn me, Anon.