#Glow!Asgore

[sysig]

Puts the “plates” in “Fellplates” (Patreon)

[utdr-stimming]

stim board for when you. for the. when you want to throw Asgore into the sun

Throwing Asgore Dreemurr (Undertale) into the sun stim board!!!

//Warning: The song below has sexual themes, although it's in a joking manner\\

I figured I could only do this request justice by making a custom gif for it, I hope this quenches your thirst. I mean, I like Asgore but this was fun

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[akanemnon]

If I can ask, do you have any random Kris facts or headcanons? Just little silly facts about them that have no relevance to the story!

Okayyyy here are some random facts about TR!Kris:

They tried their hands at making a food-themed YouTube channel. They were banned from the kitchen for an entire year after they somehow managed to deepfry EVERYTHING.

As a kid, Kris used to sneak insects, lizards and frogs into their house. One night, one of the centipedes found its way into their parent's bedroom. Asgore refused to sleep in the bed for an entire week after that.

Kris likes to hide in narrow spaces. Tight places make them feel strangely comforted. Luckily due to their hypermobility, they typically don't get stuck. They can slink right out of them again (if they feel like it)

Much like canon Kris, their eyes naturally glow in the dark. They got built-in night vision. But they don't know if that's a normal human thing or not.

Because of that whole night-vision thing their eyes are extremely sensitive to light. Behind that shade, they're doing the same squinty-eye thing that Frisk does.

They have a faded scar that wanders over their right eyebrow. It makes it look like they intentionally shaved it (not that you can actually see it behind the shade)

When Kris was adopted by the Dreemurrs they didn't know how to speak or form basic words. They mostly just screamed and hissed like a rabid animal.

[zarla-s]

once on youtube i saw a girl who had a comic and she redrew her least favorite comic page and used it as like a guide of what and what not do when making comics.

im not asking you to do that but if you did which handplates page would you redo and why?

A few leaped immediately to mind, haha.

Hate how I drew Papyrus's head on this page, hate it!! If I was going to go back and redo any page I'd go back to this one and redraw Papyrus.

Sans is otherwise fine on this page but I don't like his head in this panel, I'd redo that.

I don't like the back of Papyrus's jaw here, I remember struggling with it at the time. I could do a better job of it now I think.

I'd want to make the gutter bigger here to differentiate these two panels more.

Don't really like Sans's head here either, I'd redo that.

The right panel here is too cramped, you can't see the focal point very well (the SOUL in his chest). Would probably restructure the panels to try and give it more breathing room, probably cut the Papyrus one.

I'd make the blue glow around Papyrus's hand more obvious so it'd be more clear what he was trying to do.

The text in this panel is confusing because Sans's speech bubble is near Papyrus, would probably re-stage this to make it more clear who's talking (aside from fonts).

Don't like Asgore's expression in either of these panels, I'd want to redo these.

This one was just me being dumb and forgetting Sans was blind in his right eye, I did a quick fix at the time but nowadays I'd like to go back and shift his head around properly to make it clear he's looking with his left one.

The first two comics look weird to me but those were early, that makes sense. For a lot of pages it'd just be small changes, nothing super major but just smoothing out things. Inconsistencies with Gaster's hands, weird looking Blasters, Asgore's horns, bed too big, couch looks bad, that kind of thing. But the ones above are the ones that just jump immediately to mind as a "man that looks wonky ugh" moment, haha.

On the flipside I've always liked the brothers in these panels. There are always parts in the comic that are going to look wonky to me, but there are parts I still really like too! Important to remember both things.

[index]

[theres-a-body-here]

hey um trans dude here um looks at u w my big round eyes. could you do some characters of ur choice reacting to their trans male partner wanting to/getting a phalloplasty? im working to get one myself which inspired me to send this ask

I love my trans followers

TW: A homophobic slur, Mentions of surgery and Dysphoria/Dysmorphia

Characters: Ramattra, Asgore, Mohg, Wendell

Wendell is more of a crackpost

Ramattra

When you tell him, he'll be quiet as he thinks for a while

"I'll be back," he says as he abruptly stands and leaves the room

Your heart sinks as you fear the worst

He comes back within minutes and drops a book into your lap before sitting next to you

Confused, you flip it open only to yelp and drop it

It's a dick catalog

An Omnic dick catalog to be exact

He chuckles as he likes it back up

"There are a few exquisite models here, pet. Let's get you one."

He flips to a page and shows you

It's the model he has

Your face burns, hiding your face in your hands as you lean on him

"You're awful," you whine

You peak through your fingers

"Do they have glowing ones?"

"let's see"

Ramattra will be there throughout the surgery, making sure nothing goes wrong

If you ever feel dysphoric, he'll immediately start to comfort you

"Sweet, beautiful boy, I'm so proud of you"

Asgore Dreemurr

He's so happy for you

Be prepared to be pulled into a crushing bear hug

He's with you every step of the way

He'll sit down with you and plan out everything. From the days before the surgery to the aftermath and recovery

However, he'll be sure to mention any monster magic options for you to consider

Whatever you pick in the end, he'll support you

Plenty of kisses and cuddles throughout the process

He knows surgery is scary for humans, so he's sure to make you comfortable every chance he gets

Tea, snacks, and massages galore

After you get your surgery, Asgore will be a nervous wreck

Doting on you like a mother hen, he won't leave your side for a second

Mohg, Lord of Blood

The moment you tell him, he'll have his followers work on finding ways to give you a dick

Riiiighhttt after you give him a few heirs

Unless you don't want to

He'll be pouty but ultimately respects your decision

Him and Varre are your biggest support pillars before and after the process

Mohg literally doesn't let you do anything by yourself

He carries you around everywhere you need to be

"You shouldn't waste your energy, dearest"

Varre will be even worse

"What size would you prefer your phallus to be, lambkin?"

After the surgery, Mohg will keep you in his bed for a long time

Even when you're fully healed, he'll insist you stay resting

Cage his arms around you and nuzzle close like a clingy puppy

Wendell

He's a bit confused, but after explaining it to him, he'll definitely be your number one supporter

"Is there a dick store we go to or...?"

Yeah he's still a bit confused

He'll cling to you during matches and ask you tons of questions

Even during gunfire

"OMG, can we get matching dicks?"

Please be patient with him

If there's time between the storm moving, he'll be sure to give you lots of attention

"MY BOYFRIEND'S GETTING A DICK!"

He screams out in the empty building you two are stocking up in

Or so you thought

"You homos make me sick," a voice calls out, the clacking of heels hitting the floor echo through the area

You two turn to the voice

"INTERNATIONAL POP SENSATION ARIANA GRANDE?!?!?!?" You both exclaim in unison

"Yuh," she says, whipping her hair as she aims a bazooka at you two

[randomsloredrops]

Random's Lore Drops - Canon Fall but in past tense Sans

Y'know, It'd be funny if I made a post about an Undertale AU character that I originally believed in the fanon version (mainly just the being edgy version). So, uh...

(Art by THE Underfella themselves)

This is the Canon Underfell design, by Fella.

(Before we get started, here's canonfell brother relationship so i can cut away some of the lore that's already explained right here.)

I'll be going from the oldest post I can find from Fella, to the newest lore post I can find. Numero uno consists of...

Canon Fell Sans' sneakers. More specifically, why the hell does he wear them instead of slippers? Just design choice? Or maybe it's because he's not allowed to? Nah. According to Fella themselves, "he likes the squeaky sound it makes because everyone hates it". So basically, he likes to squeak the shoes on the floor like he's on a basketball court.

Second post, why the hell does mf sweat so damn much? Well, first reason, he starts to sweat when he's angry. Second reason, because of the Sick Ass Jacket™️ that he got from making Grillby laugh. I mean, have you seen how thick it is? I'd be sweating too.

Random post I had to find, how did Sans get his jacket? Well, it's obvious of course, I said it before. He made Grillby laugh (unintentionally), and when you make Grillby laugh in Underfell, he gives you a smaller version of his coat. Now Sans is kitted with Sick Ass Jacket™️ and was forced to dress better, wearing said Sick Ass Jacket™️, a turtleneck, a gold chain (that's usually under said turtleneck), basketball shorts, and squeaky squeaky.

Third (lore relevant) post, the brothers dynamic. They DON'T hate eachother. On the fucking contrary. They both care for eachother, and don't really express it all too well. Brother relationship post HERE.

Fourth post, he's got 5 rings. 5 sick ass (not trademarked) rings, and the reason he can wear them is because he uses his magic so they don't fall off. From Fella themselves, the reason he has them on is because "the guy wants to flex so hard he’s constantly using his powers to keep them there. He doesn’t even think about it, he has so much power to spare he might as well “live” a little." So yeah, he uses his magic to keep wearing his rings cause he can.

Fifth post? Sans canonically CAN ball (so can Frisk, but Frisk is scarier)

Sixth, he's capable of opening his mouth. But it's usually when he's in battle, otherwise it won't ever open, because he's never under enough stress to have enough power for such.

Seventh, mf's eye is always glowing, no matter what. Mainly because he's had so much stress and emotional trauma, his magic is piled up, so his magic sorta does some wacky shit, like make his coat look cool.

Eighth, an almighty lore post by Fella, explaining how Sans awoke his powers and also how Papyrus got scar. Long story short, Gaster went missing, Sans was to take the blame, his punishment was Asgore crushing his skull, Paps retaliated, got hired and had his skull scratched through for a scar, and Sans got pissed off and woke his magic.

Ninth (nineth? idfk) semi-unrelated one is that Sans is the ONLY character not directly affiliated with Asgore who wears red and gold.

The rest I find from a canonfell wiki. Such as, he likes mustard and relish more than ketchup, and prefers knock-knock jokes to puns. Supposedly one of his more favorite drinks is a green martini, either appletini or honey dew martini, with larger quantities being a margarita

oh shit there's an official ask about sans hates women underfell (or technically a nod to it), which then displays that "i sans underfell love woimen", by the very words of sans underfell himself. REAL!

Oh yeah, he canonically sells chimichangas instead of hotdogs. His provider is not the store, but instead Papyrus. And according to this wiki, he gave Papyrus a hang-in-there cat poster as a joke, and Papyrus hung it up on the wall.

anyways thats all the lore i will feed you and that the wiki has fed me. goodbye.

[angelbitezzz]

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It was quiet now. Just the sounds of her peaceful breathing and the ambient rustling of the wind through the pine trees outside. The TV was muted, only on to give some light if the human was to wake up. Not that she was likely to—healing was an exhausting process, and apparently even more so to beings made of physical matter.

Sans leaned against the wall next to the television, arms crossed over his chest. He hadn't moved in...oh, if he had to say, maybe 3 hours? He'd parked himself there once Asgore had deemed her no longer at risk of dusting—no, wait. Humans didn't do that, did they?

He was learning a lot about humans today.

For one—the blood.

Comics didn't do it justice. Most of what washed up down here was kid stuff, tagged with that old "Approved by the Comics Code Authority" nonsense that he was beginning to suspect was just straight up censorship. Of course on a factual level he'd known that humans had blood; he wasn't stupid, he'd skimmed waterlogged science textbooks with interest.

Did you know that humans have nearly five liters of blood in them? If they lose about 40% of that, they're dead. That's about 2 liters, give or take. It's so little blood. Just 3 liters makes a gallon. Humans were walking around with just above a gallon of blood inside them, sloshing all over the place.

It's heavy, too. Well—humans were heavy in a way that most monsters couldn't be. They were just stuff, collected together in a bag of skin and liquids. Angel weight approximately 150 pounds, if he had to guess. Limp, it felt like more.

His hands tightened on his arms, bones digging into soft fabric. Dried blood flaked off a dark stain along his chest and right arm, just where his left hand rested. It was uncomfortable. He didn't move his hand.

Could Sans even describe that unique, awful, stomach-churning feeling of sheer nausea at the memory of feeling it seep into his clothes? His mind went back to the first drop, that single, perfect, ruby red drop that'd plopped down onto his white glove and soaked into it. Like a blooming rose.

He felt a fullbody shiver pass through him, rattling in the air softly, too quiet to disturb her rest.

...Why couldn't he stop focusing on it?

His gloves were in the trash now. He couldn't bring himself to take off the jacket, though, regardless of the blood dried on the fabric.

Blood was dark when the cells within died. Brown didn't go well with blue. He really should go wash it. But then, the blood hadn't washed off the gloves. So where did that leave him?

Pupils tracked where the drop had fallen from, sliding up along a tree trunk until it landed on the dark figure overhead, hung over a particularly thick branch. A hand hung down, fresh red drip drip dripping. The faint purple glow of her headset was the only reason he even realized who it was, as hidden in the leaves as she was.

It was a blur. He reacted without even really thinking of it, reaching up and grabbing onto her soul with his magic, pulling her down almost too harshly. It prompted a breathless whine of pain from the nearly unconscious human, his brother gasping next to him as she slumped down into Sans's waiting arms.

"SHE'S...IS SHE...?"

Home again, no time to speculate. Her HP was low. It was dropping. He CHECKED and found it steadily beeping down, sending electric panic down his spine. More blurs. Pawing at purple clothes, assessing the damage, an awful wound that would've made him lose his lunch if he'd had the stomach to do so. The smell strong and iron, mixed with the fragrant perfume of the trees she'd been caught in. Bandaging her with Papyrus's help, watching in despair as she bled through and began steadily staining an old shirt of his, a bead of blood sliding down the side of her face from her nose and swiftly drying, sticky red on brown skin still dark from the sun. Fuck. Fuck.

Nauseated, he flicked his gaze back to her face on the couch. She was sleeping peacefully. Her features were soft and relaxed, open, no pain present. Not like earlier, when she'd been unconscious and clearly in so much pain that she couldn't help but react even while down for the count, crying and moaning while they'd tried to fix her up. The flickering TV cast ghoulish blue light on her face, an arm slipping out of the blankets and flopping limp downward.

He needed to know more. More about human bodies. He needed to make sure this couldn't happen again. He'd half a mind to wake her up and force her to quit their endeavor altogether, if not for Asgore's insistence that she gets rest.

Was her chest rising with her breath? Was it?

Struck with a sudden, uncharacteristic paranoia, he pushed off from the wall and approached on silent feet. He reached and pressed a hand to her chest over the blanket.

A steady rise and fall. The vibrations softly reverberated through his bones, easing the tension that had coiled in his shoulders. He felt stupid. He kneeled and gently took her fallen arm, raising it to tuck it into the blanket again only to stop, digits still pressed against her wrist.

"her heart," he thinks. "of course."

A soft flutter beat against his fingertips. Like he'd caught a butterfly in his hands. But this...was in her arm, or rather, her wrist. Small, insistent. Steady. Warm.

Sans really should tuck her arm back under the blanket. He should. He doesn't. He raised it somewhat and adjusted his grip, tilting his head as he focused on that feeling. He shut his eyesockets, letting the rhythm drum against his fingers and beat the fear out of his body. He'd never actually touched her skin before, had he? Always wearing those gloves. In his panic, earlier, he'd never registered how warm she was. The warm pulse of her heart was all he could focus on now.

"It's okay. I'm okay."

Her words earlier had been so insistent. She'd been so concerned about Papyrus's reaction to her near death that she's jumped to soothing him rather than focus on her own injury. Was it that she knew her magic would hold out? Or had it only been for his brother's benefit?

He wondered how often she'd had to try and push away the pain to reassure someone else.

He put her arm back under the covers and adjusted her make-shift pillow, the blue cape folded in on itself until it resembled the bed-sheet it used to be. Then he stood and stepped away, his body disappearing into the shadows before she could stir at the disturbance.

She would be fine.

[promise-keeper-papyrus]

Genocide Frisk: The True Tragic Villain Of The Story

Hear me out...

It's already been talked about how Chara and Asgore are misunderstood characters... now it's Genocide Frisk's turn.

Do I think that what Frisk did is right? No.

Do the monsters deserve to be wiped out completely? No.

Are any of the main characters innocent? No.

But does almost everyone keep forgetting that Frisk is a child that died countless times and was given a dangerous power that they never asked for? Yes.

Imagine things in Frisk's point of view...

You're a child that fell into a mountain full of monsters. You could have a loving family. You could have a horrible family. You could be an orphan. You could be younger than a 10-year-old.

A talking flower tried to kill you. A motherly goat saved you. But then she leaves you by yourself. Almost every monster in the Ruins tries to kill you. And maybe a few succeed.

RESET

She offered you a place to stay and gave you pie. You want to go home. You asked how to leave.

She tries to destroy the exit and hurts you with fire.

RESET

You somehow managed to convince her to let you leave. But she tells you to never come back. She doesn't even give you a coat for the freezing snow.

A skeleton scares you as a prank. His taller brother wants to hurt and capture you, so he can be a royal guard and be popular. The smaller skeleton asks you to play along with his brother, like possibly imprisoning you is a game. More monsters hurt you, insult you and possibly kill you.

RESET

The taller skeleton hurts you, both with his traps and his own bone attacks. He fails to defeat you and feels sorry for himself. You say you could be his friend, both out of pity and so he can let you pass.

More monsters hurt you, insult you and possibly kill you. You hide from a giant scary knight. The giant, scary knight silently chases you and tries to kill you with glowing spears. She later reveals to be an angry and mean fish lady. She calls you a coward for refusing to fight her, mocks you for not attacking monsters and saying that everyone would be better off with you dead.

RESET

RESET

RESET

You only escape her, when she collapses from the heat of the lava. For some reason, you give your constant killer some water and she simply walks away, with no words or apologies.

You find a stereotypical nerdy lizard who has been spying on you and claiming that she wants to help you. But she also said that before meeting you, she built a human-destroying tv-star robot and the robot broadcasts your suffering. She keeps helping you defeat her creation, but something about it feels off.

RESET

RESET

RESET

The smaller skeleton decides to reveal that he promised the goat lady that he would watch and protect you. A promise that he failed to keep. Then he scares you at the restaurant, as a cheap mean joke.

The robot reveals that the lizard is tricking and using you to feel better about herself. The robot then tries to kill you and steal your soul, to become famous on the surface. And your suffering is still being broadcasted for the kingdom's entertainment.

RESET

RESET

RESET

The smaller skeleton has the nerve to come back one last time, to judge you.

You meet the King and the souls of his victims.

Souls that could've been children like you.

RESET

RESET

RESET

RESET

RESET

Eventually... after enough pain, deaths and resets... you feel something inside of you break...

But it's not your soul...

...it's your mind.

RESET

You're all the way back to the very beginning.

When you had first fallen down.

But this time, things are gonna be different.

FIGHT

These monsters had hurt you.

FIGHT

They killed you.

FIGHT

They had enjoyed killing you.

FIGHT

They killed others.

FIGHT

They want to kill everyone you know.

FIGHT

You can't let this happen.

FIGHT

You can't let them kill anymore people.

FIGHT

They are monsters.

FIGHT

Insane, cruel, blood-thirsty monsters.

FIGHT

You have to do this.

FIGHT

Even if you know what you're doing is horrible.

FIGHT

Even if it makes you no better than their 'beloved' king.

FIGHT

Even if it makes you hate yourself.

FIGHT

Because if you don't, they'll destroy humanity, including your loved ones.

FIGHT

And if that makes you the villain, then fine.

FIGHT

You're the villain...

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(Basically, my version of Genocide Frisk is similar to Asgore. Genocide Frisk/Asgore are doing the wrong thing for the right reasons. They both think that wiping out the other species is the only way to keep their own species safe. Also, constantly dying had driven Frisk a little bit insane. Maybe more than a bit... But remember, this is only a theory, like Chara possibly being the story's narrator.)

[sociopathicartist]

hii! :) i had an idea for a quick oneshot, maybe how (classic) sans told the reader that he liked them? or maybe their first date? love your writing btw!

thank you for requesting! i had fun writing this, i haven't written too many confession scenes before. sorry it took 4ever to come out, i was battling for a while on this because i felt like it was flowing very choppy, but i wanted to get it out for you guys to read so i’ve swallowed my pride and returned with this. thanks for reading ! :3

Bzzt.

Bzzzt.

…

Bzzzzzt.

You groaned and snatched your phone off your bedsheets, waking up to the constant buzzing of your phone going off. Who in the world was blowing up your messages?

Oh. Sans.

13:01 - still on for today?

13:02 - if not its ok we can just watch movies

13:04 - orrrrr we dont have 2 hang if its too exhausting

13:10 - m just gonna dress causal for tonight

13:12 - are u alive ?

You sighed as you read through the messages, your hand that wasn’t holding your phone going to rub the tiredness out of your eyes and drag down your face. Typically you weren’t a big fan of taking naps, but you had woken up early today, so about an hour ago you decided it would be a good idea to catch some extra rest while you could before you went out with Sans today.

Turns out your nap didn’t last long. You and Sans had hung out plenty of times before, why was he suddenly blowing up your phone so much in a panic about hanging out?

Your thumbs went onto the keypad of your phone as you typed out a quick response to him.

Y/N - 13:15 - Sorry, took a nap. Yes, I’m still on to hang out tonight and will match the casual dress code.

His answer didn’t take long to reach back to you.

13:15 - great, i’ll grab you when it’s time. see ya.

Usually, you would have texted goodbye or chatted a bit more, but you were still tired from just waking up, so instead you just turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. Guess it was time to get up.

You sat up in bed before sliding out and standing up straight, stretching your arms out above your head as your feet started to lug you over to the bathroom to start getting ready. You opened up one of your drawers under the sink cabinet and grabbed your hairbrush, starting to brush through your locks of hair as you let your thoughts carry your mind.

Just a few days ago you had been at the infamous house of your skeleton friends, hanging out with the whole group for an anime night. The anime that Alpyhs and Undyne had gotten everyone hooked on came out with a new season, so everyone was gathered for the night with snacks and comfortable pyjamas to binge the new season all in one sitting.

It was great.

It had been great, just like every other hangout.

But since the space was a bit cramped for everyone, all of you were kind of budged together in front of the TV.

Toriel and Papyrus on the couch with you, Papyrus next to your side. Alphys and Undyne sitting on the floor in front of the couch, swaddled in blankets and cuddling each other while Asgore sat next to Undyne by the side of the couch so that his statuesque figure wouldn’t block the TV. Sans was coming back from the kitchen with some more popcorn since he had eaten through all of his (the chunk), and you had honestly been expecting him to also come to sit down on the floor in front of you since all the space on the couch was taken. It would have been funny, that way you could have kicked his back with your feet or teasingly poked at him as you both did to each other.

But instead, he came back and somehow wedged himself between you and Papyrus with a small ‘scoot over’ and his side was snug against yours, your arms together and your knees touching.

The contact was weird to you for some reason, and you were convinced that if the room wasn’t dark save for the illuminating glow of the TV, you most likely would have been caught with a blush around your face.

“i grabbed you some popcorn. take it before i scarf it down.” Sans’ voice whispered softly to you, and you glanced down at him to see his big eyelights meeting your gaze.

You showed a thankful smile to him, taking the bowl of popcorn out of his cold hands and setting it on your lap. “Thank you, Sans.”

Naturally, you focused back on the TV, trying to watch what was happening now. This seemed like an important episode, heaven forbid you miss something.

Your feelings had different plans though. Your stomach knotted a bit, and suddenly your popcorn wasn’t as appetizing. Why did you feel like this? Was it because of Sans? It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t brushed up close before or anything, he took naps leaning on you all the time, and you guys hugged every time you saw each other to say hello and goodbye. So why did it feel so weird to feel his femur pressed against your thigh?

You had been trying to mentally scan through all of the possible options, perhaps the food, or maybe the anxiety of the anime.

Even as you tried to sort through all the different possibilities, you knew what it really was. You knew that you were avoiding the possibility of having worked up feelings for Sans.

It wasn’t like you could stop yourself from feeling them. The two of you had just hung out so many times, seeing eachother almost three times a week if not more, and always calling when you weren’t hanging out. Not to mention that he was funny, remembered things about you, and overall was just a fun person to be around.

Who wouldn’t fall for someone like that?

It wasn’t like you were going to cook your entire friendship by saying something to him about it, even though you knew he wouldn’t stop being friends with you over something like that, and would probably joke about it a year or so after, but you just didn’t want that to happen. You wanted to maintain your dignity.

After accumulating your thoughts for a long time, you hear the familiar voice whisper to you again.

“wanna hang out on tuesday?”

So here you were, finished brushing your hair and now just doing touch-ups to your looks as felt needed as you did almost anytime before going out. You were just going to Grillbys, planning on eating, talking, and most likely going back home after several drinks of the estranged monster's alcoholic shots with pretty colors and fun swirls that you loved. It was the only alcohol that didn’t give you any headaches or hangovers, most likely because it dissolved into energy with a bit of spunk rather than going throughout your body and poisoning your liver.

You finished up in the bathroom and rushed over to your bedroom to get changed, picking out a more casual but still visually appealing outfit to wear this evening, and as you were pulling your shirt down over your head, you heard the doorbell ring.

Great, you weren’t even done dressing yet and you were left in your underwear and a shirt gripping to your arms and barely pulled down over your head. Napping the time away earlier wasn’t the best idea.

“Just come in! I’m getting dressed!” Your voice called out across the house, and you knew that Sans heard you when you heard the door open and close.

You quickly tugged on your other clothes and slipped on your shoes before skittering out of your bedroom to go greet Sans in the entryway.

Immediately your eyes went to his appearance, seeing that he had on black cargo pants and a sea-foam green T-shirt, something you’ve literally never seen him wear before.

You didn’t hug him this time as a greeting, instead just staring a bit awkwardly as you kept your hands down by your sides. “What’s up with the sudden outfit breakout? Did Papyrus finally make you get some new clothes?”

Sans snorted a bit unpleasantly before glancing off to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets. “nah. these were just sitting in the back of my closet untouched, figured i might as well break them out for the occasion.”

“The occasion?” You cocked your head to the left just a bit.

“the occasion,” Sans repeated, but did not elaborate any further.

“Well…” You started again, choosing to speak your thoughts. “You look really great.”

Sans’ permanent smile twinged up just a tad bit, something you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t trying to spot it. “thanks. you ready to go?”

He took one of his hands out from his pant pockets, holding it out to you with the expectation of you taking hold of it.

So, you did, and with the blink of an eye and a bit of a sinking feeling before landing back on solid ground, you were outside the door to Grillbys.

You grinned as you let go of his hand and pushed open the door for him. “Ladies first.”

He rolled his pinpricks as he walked in, making sure that you followed in behind him.

“Hey, Sans! Back already?”

“Saaannss! Didn’t think you’d show up tonight!”

“Welcome back, Sans. Taking care of Y/N?”

You had begun to become a bit recognized at Grillbys since you tended to show up here with Sans all the time, and it was a bit odd having people recognize you, but you slowly found yourself recognizing them and remembering their names and faces.

Sans ushered you to sit down at the bar next to him, and you greeted Grillby before Sans immediately rattled off the order of two baskets of fries, one for each of you, the same thing you both always got.

“gonna drink anything tonight?” Sans questioned, his low and appealing voice ringing softly in your ears.

Should you? You shrugged, glancing down at him and taking in the familiar face once more. “Maybe, I’m not sure. Depends on how good our conversation goes.”

Sans must have taken that as a challenge to keep you entertained, because when he wasn’t cracking jokes to you for the next 15 minutes, he was busy trying to airplane one of his fries over to you for you to eat, or was bringing up stupid would you rather questions.

“hmmm… let me think… would you rather have no eyelashes for a year…. or be bald for a year?”

Pssh, easy.

“No eyelashes, obviously.” You told Sans, swirling your fries in ketchup before taking a bite. “I can wear falsies and nobody would ever know. Wigs are a lot more expensive than eyelashes.”

Sans hummed as he listened to your reasoning, tapping his phalanges on the countertop of the bar. “i guess. but who knows? maybe you’d be really hot bald.”

“No way.” You snarked, shaking your head with a small smile on your lips and watching as Grillby set out a shot for you.

The alcohol was pink, and it had a lighter, almost glittery substance in it that was swirling around and made your drink look even more appealing. You traced your pointer finger around the rim of your shot glass, eyeing your drink for a few moments before looking to Sans who was staring at you like normal. You didn’t think too much of it since it was so common.

“Are you sure you’re not gonna drink anything?” You questioned, feeling a bit bad for letting yourself get tipsy when he was just sitting there scarfing down fries.

Sans shook his skull, giving a small shrug. “nah. i want to be sober tonight.”

Hm. Well, you weren’t going to hate on that, there was nothing wrong with wanting to be sober, but you did enjoy seeing him be a bit more goofy and delusional when he was under the influence. You picked up your shot glass, going to drink it down, but you paused when you heard Sans.

“uhm, actually, can we talk about something first?” His voice sounded a bit shy when he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, a bit skeptical of his question before you set your glass back down. “Don’t you dare ask me another would you rather question.”

“no, no, it’s not that.” Sans chuckled, his eye sockets crinkling up a bit before he went back to being more serious, playing out one of his quick expression changes. “i know that we hang out all the time. you’re my best friend, you know that?”

Weird. Was he having doubts or something? “Yeah, of course, I know that. You’re my best friend too.”

The assurance wasn’t the problem, because Sans spoke right after you did. “and we’ve been through a lot together, and i value that.”

Okay… You stayed quiet, letting him get out what he wanted to say.

“i know that we usually just hang out at each other's houses or go out to eat here, but… i’d like to take you out soon. on a date.” He surprisingly didn’t look too nervous or embarrassed about telling you this, and you could vaguely see a small tint on his cheekbones, but he looked perfectly normal other than that.

“Really?” You questioned, your cheeks heating up just a bit. “You’re not playing with me right?”

“why would i play about something like this?” Sans questioned you back, matching your head tilt. “i guess i’d say i’d like to get to know you better, but i think we both know each other like the back of our hands. i just want to take you on a date so that we can learn more about what we’d want romantically. if you’d… uh, want to.”

Were you hearing him right? It was hard to recall if you’ve ever even heard him talk about any romantic things, and here he was asking to take you on a date so that you could both discuss your romantic future together?

Sans was quiet when he noticed how silent you were being. “alphys and undyne said i should write a letter, but i’m not the best at those…”

Oh. Oh! You needed to say something!

“I’d love to go on a date with you.” You answered him, speaking a bit softer and easing up your gaze on him to a more loving one. “It would be good to discuss what to do since monsters and humans do dating differently.”

You watched as Sans’ pinpricks grew in size, and the vague blue tint on his face became more apparent. “really? you’d actually?”

“Who wouldn’t?” You laughed, slightly baffled that anyone would miss up on the opportunity to go out with Sans. “Where are we gonna go?”

Sans snorted at your question, clearly finding it a bit funny. “isn’t it obvious? grillbys.”

Duh. You picked back up your shot glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling the tingly magic dissipate in your mouth and throat and leaving a bit of a leftover tangy cherry taste on your tongue.

“Alright, Sans.” You scooted your barstool a bit closer to him, pressing your arm up against his as you stole one of his fries. “Why don't we just come back tomorrow?”

Sans didn’t even feign a look of fake offense when you took one of his fries, a bit too caught up with ogling at you. “yeah, i like the sound of that.”

[ibeta]

Unedited Draft: Red and the Light Bird

[Kustard Below]

“knock-knock.”

Edge kept walking, fuming. Red followed along with a yawn, hands in the pocket of his robes.

“c'mon, chief,” Red prodded, “y'gotta say who’s there.”

“WHO'S THERE?” Edge growled.

“femur."

Edge abruptly stopped to whip around, glaring. “FEMUR WHO?”

Red grinned. “i got a femur jokes on me for the road.”

“YOU’VE MADE THAT STUPID JOKE TEN TIMES ALREADY!” Edge summoned a sharp, white bone, snarling. “YOU FUCKER—”

Something bright and glowing swooped above his brother’s head, and then it dropped something. A red and bright thing slapped on Edge skull. Red watched with wide sockets as a berry slipped down his brother’s face, stopping on his cheekbone. It left a trail of red slime, marking his brother’s face.

Edge lifted a shaking hand to his face. “WHAT… WHAT THE HELL IS IT?” He sounded horrified, as if expecting the worst.

Red covered his mouth. “i think it’s… i think it, uh, WAS a berry.” Shit, don’t laugh. Don’t laugh.

“YOU, BIRD!!!” Edge roared, pointing at the copse of trees at the side of the road. “YOU’RE GOING TO BE DINNER!”

Red cracked up, wheezing, glancing at the trees. The little white bird stooped on the branch of a tree and spread its wings as if announcing its presence. It looked… really pretty, as if… the feathers were glowing. Its eyes weren’t a regular black, but a glowing white encased in a thick dark line—wasn’t that a light bird?

Abruptly, Red froze. “ya can’t!” he blurted at his brother.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I CAN’T?” Edge groused, banishing the bone attack. He crossed his arms. “IF IT LOOKS LIKE THAT, IT'S ENOUGH TO FEED US!”

Red’s mind conjured an image of his brother trapped in Asgore’s dungeon. “chief, no, that’s a light bird.”

Edge frowned. “WHY IS THAT IMPORTANT?”

A light bird. A critically endangered light bird. Red looked at the bird one more time to confirm it. The pretty bird’s body glowed, its wispy wings fluttering as it hopped from branch to branch. It chirped at them, and its feathers rippled with magic.

Red started sweating. Dinner shouldn’t be a critically endangered light bird.

“it’s a light bird,” Red told his brother, the guy who basically followed the law down to its roots. “you can’t do shit to it unless you want to die. they’re basically a protected specie. they’re critically—” Red stressed the word “—endangered.”

Edge glared at the light bird, eyelights fiercely glowing. “IT DROPPED A BERRY ON MY SKULL. IT’S LUCKY ENOUGH TO SURVIVE ME ON THE FIRST DAY.”

Red stole a glance at the tree. “you could try being friends with it.”

The critically endangered light bird released a warbling trill that made it sound like it was laughing. Red grinned at it, chuckling. Yeah, it would be ridiculous for Edge to befriend a bird that dropped a berry on him.

“I DOUBT A BIRD LIKE THAT WOULD BE GOOD IN CONVERSATIONS,” Edge scoffed, and then patted down his uniform. Worry marred his features, causing the lumpy berry to fall onto the ground. “DID IT STAIN?”

“nothing but your skull has berry slime.”

Edge took a deep breath and hissed. If looks could kill, the light bird on the tree branch would be dead. “I'LL GO FIND THAT DAMNED CREEK I KEEP HEARING. WAIT HERE!”

Red watched as his brother stomped away. He disappeared between the trees, at the opposite side of the light bird. “or, you could just… magic up some water?” he mumbled. Was Edge trying to save magic for the scholarship entrance exam?

A resonant trill caught his attention. Red glanced up, and nearly gaped. The tree closest to him gained a new light bird tenant on its branch.

Red felt like his soul was exposed under its steady gaze.

Red gulped and hoped the light bird didn’t pick him as its next berry victim. It just kept looking at him with eyes that glowed with magic… white magic.

It looked strong despite being the perfect size to perch in Red’s hand.

Red cleared his intangible throat. “…you, uh, hang up there often?” he asked, warily.

The light bird made tremulous sound that made it seem like it was laughing. Maybe the light bird though he was funny. Red decided he was safe from berry slop. For now.

He grinned, hesitantly. “well? you, uh, gonna leaf me hanging?”

The light bird released the same laughing trills, and nearly slipped off the branch. Red perked up, seeing it cling upside-down, like a bat. He didn’t know light birds could do that.

“heh, i guess you like jokes, huh?” The light bird looked at him and warbled weakly, hanging on the branch like a tree ornament. The lights in its eyes glowed, almost sparkling. Red grinned wide. “ya still haven’t answered me. i guess i'm barking up the wrong tree.”

This time, Red expected the trills. The light bird made the same laughing sound so hard the branch he was on shook vigorously. Red started laughing with it.

“wait, wait, i got some more,” he wheezed, “but, uh, there’s only tree of ‘em.” The light bird released a sharp cry.

Red gasped when the light bird let go of the branch, falling onto the puff of dead leaves on the ground. It kept making the same sound as before, so Red figured it was okay. When it stopped laughing, it wobbled up to sit, shifting in the pile of leaves, neck stretched out and eyes trained at him, expectant.

Well. It wasn’t always that Red had an audience.

“you’re not gonna make like a tree and leaf, are ya?”

The light bird fell over, and Red watched it lose its mind. It made a small pit in the pile of dead leaves, rolling around. Red kept laughing, wiping the tears from his eye sockets.

After a few seconds, it shuddered, and then sat back up, chirping at him. Red assumed it wanted another joke.

“so, did it hurt when ya fell from heaven?” Red winked, and the light bird raised its wings, as if showing off that it was completely healthy from its fall. Red chuckled, grin softening. “that’s not what i meant, you numbskull.”

The light bird trilled at him, tilting its head.

“what, you don’t how to flirt?”

Red flinched when the light bird’s wispy feathers sharpened. It flew up, so quick that Red thought it was faster than a fire geyser explosion. It landed back on the branch, wings spread out and body puffed up. There were darker patterns on the underside of its wings, like sharp, four-pointed stars.

“wait, did i offend ya?” Red trembled, eyelights trained on it. The light bird tilted its head and warbled low, a soothing low that had Red’s soul calming at the sound. “so, uh, that’s a no? ‘cause ya look… uh, threatening.”

The light bird hopped down to a lower branch, body not puffed up anymore. Red found himself admiring its magic feathers made of light. Its eyes were glowing in the same colour, sparkling at him. The light bird spread its wings, and Red found himself staring as the light bird’s white plumage shifted, becoming a dark blue with yellows and blacks and light blues. On each wing, there was an eye-shaped spot of yellow with a dark center.

“wow,” Red breathed out. Okay, the light bird proved him wrong. Was it—was this flirting? “yeah, you’re really pretty.”

Then the light bird stooped down and crooned, deep and low. It looked as if it was beckoning him closer, wings shifting subtly, shimmering with magic.

It looked so beautiful. Red had never seen anything like it.

They stared at each other, until the light bird blinked, along with the yellow spots on its wings. Red jerked back with a gasp. The light bird crooned several times, like it was chuckling. It folded its wings back, tucked into a less flirty bird.

Startled by his pounding soul, Red found himself blushing. “o-okay, you win,” he stammered. How… Had the light bird understood him? Now that he thought of it, he’d been joking around with a light bird for a while.

The light bird tilted its head and trilled. Then, its feathers shifted back to white. Red found himself missing the colours, but then…

“so, you’re a guy bird, huh?” Bright and colourful plumage was a sign for male birds, Red knew that much. As a light bird, this guy could probably pretend to be a female bird and get away with it. “your feathers looked really pretty. i bet you get all the lady birds fall for ya.”

The light bird warbled at him and hopped up a few branches higher. Red followed its movements, sighing when it disappeared under more leaves and branches.

“well, i guess you have other things to do, too.”

Before he could take a step forward, he heard the flutter of wings and saw something drop in front of him.

Red crouched down, eyelights taking in the shiny, soul-shaped white stone on the ground. He reached out, taking it into his palm.

There was magic in the small stone. No, it wasn’t a just a stone, this was… Wasn’t this basically an enchanted stone? A rare stone, worth a lot of gold.

“is this for me?” he croaked.

He heard the trill of the light bird and looked up. It had perched on a bush next to him, watching him.

Okay. This was obviously normal enough, right? Light birds dropped rare stones on the ground in front of people. Totally normal. They also flirted with skeletons like him and understood what he meant by flirting.

…shit, that wasn’t normal. Maybe that’s why they were endangered. Red shuddered. Maybe they were so smart that some people domesticated them. This light bird knew how to listen to someone and understood him enough to mess with him.

The light bird chirped, as if asking him what he thought of the stone.

“t-thanks, sweetheart.” The light bird froze in place, and Red witnessed him quickly start grooming the underside of his wing, hiding his head. “it looks really pretty.”

Red checked the stone again, lifting it above his head. It shimmered gently, revealing a clearer view of its center.

It wasn’t a stone.

It was an enchanted crystal worth more than thousands of enchanted stones.

Red figured he must be dreaming. Maybe he was seeing things? A critically endangered bird laughed at his jokes and flirted back at him—that wasn’t normal, right? Right, it was a dream.

“RED!”

The light bird swiftly sprung up and flew away. Red wilted as it disappeared through the trees. He caught a tell-tale of shimmering light, but it was covered by so many leaves. He assumed the light bird could see him better.

“RED, GET OVER HERE!”

“yeah, yeah – hold your bones down.” Red went over to his brother, pocketing the crystal. His brother held a tattered parchment, glaring at it. “gonna be late, chief?”

“I’VE FOUND A MAP, SOMEONE TOLD ME THERE WOULD BE A GOOD SHORTCUT THIS WAY!” Edge pointed at something on the map.

Red sighed, and then threw one last look at the trees, searching for the light bird.

There was nothing but leaves and branches.

[neverniko101]

(For Horror!Dreamtale thingy!) Back yet again with another Askkk, okay so saw the recent one with Ink being 'ded'. Was he actually knocked out cold, or dead-dead but revived lol

Heya folks! I’ve downscaled Horror Dreamtale to just be a normal ask blog instead of the chapters so I do t get burnout. But yes! Send asks!

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Firefly (HDT!Dream):

- Acts as a vigilante of sorts, working to fight local crime and cult activity

- He and Frostbite had a…disagreement…and haven’t spoken in years. Firefly misses his brother, but doesn’t want to head into the woods for fear of being chomped by the purple beasts

Frostbite (HDT!NM):

- Lives in the woods, defending the tree

- Hunts the purple beasts and eats their magic, bringing the bodies back to Muffet

- Cranky >:(

- tries not to eat people

Lumi:

- Proud, a bit of a jerk

- Glows in the dark

- Very obviously plotting to overthrow the kingdom, but he’s so harmless that no one takes him seriously

Papyrus:

- he

- he’s Papyrus

- what more do you want me to say

- Idolizes Undyne and Lumi

- Born from the roots of the Tree

Kin:

- Necromancer

- just a nice little fellow

- Accidentally summoned this angry little demon and now it won’t leave

Nik:

- Angry little demon

- it won’t leave

Alphys:

- Has a crush on the local captain of the Royal Guard

- Definitely doesn’t sneak out to see her

- Expert on magic

- Accidentally started a cult

Muffet:

- Lives in the woods near the tree

- Sews bodies from animal parts and other materials and injects them with modified magic from the tree

- Attempting to make a beast capable of destroying the city since nobody would buy her doughnuts >:(

- Made a deal with Frostbite- Muffet would attempt to make a replacement positivity guardian to restore the balance (since Firefly left) and Frostbite would hunt down her failed creations and bring the materials back to her

Doc:

- he is a doctor

- precious boy

- Scared of snakes

Undyne:

- Scarred by a recent beast attack

- Determined to find the source of the attacks to protect the townsfolk

Flax:

- Thief

- Failed experiment of Muffet that escaped the forest

- Trying to find where he came from and what she should do with her life

Toriel:

- Passive aggressively bugs people to join her flower cult

- Bakes pies with flowers in them

- Everything is fine :)

The Reborn (Asriel):

- He’s Flowey

- Flowey the Flower

Asgore:

- Sad divorced man

- Trying to stop the beast attacks

The Leech:

- Dying human that drinks the sap of the Tree to survive

Mettaton:

- he is Mettaton

- He runs a circus

- 👍

[magicalmysteryperson]

doodles of jackattack14's @virulentswap

...well at least my take on it anyway

After reading the backstory, the toxic ooze that caused this au to be... well, THIS, gave me "paint thinner" vibes.

So we got a bunch of Underswap folk in various forms of degeneration, from looking kinda normal aside from glowing eyes and slight discoloration to full on melting and stretching.

Except for Grillby. He became a living lava lamp.

I even gave these melty goobers names!

Sans - Eriosky (named after the artificial dye, Eriosky blue, used in the coloring of blue raspberry flavored products)

Papyrus - Acid (Named after the various dyes named Acid orange)

Alphys - Tartrazine (Named after Tartrazine, an artificial yellow dye)

Undyne - Malachite (Named after the dye, Malachite green)

Hapstablook - Erythrosine (Named after the artificial pink dye, better known as Red No. 3)

Napstaton - Patentblau (Named after Patent Blue V)

Grillby - Wax

Muffet - Pyoktanin (Named after Crystal violet)

Asgore - Magneson (Named after Azo Violet)

Toriel - Mauveine (Named after one of the first synthetic dyes ever created.)

Riverperson - Vantablack

Asriel - Janus (Named after Janus Green B)

Monster Kid/Temmie - idk

[popatochisssp]

tell us more about underfell fruition? :)

tw for confinement and medical abuse and abuse in general

Underfell Fruition

A young Sans’ attempt to escape his creator, the Royal Scientist, is a failure.

No one hears anything about it.

Life continues as normal for everyone Underground, with few exceptions.

A handful of shop owners around the Capital and the researchers working in the Royal Labs may notice that Dr. Gaster is sending a lot of new interns around on his errands instead of the young skeleton he had doing it, but nobody is especially surprised—the only surprising thing about it is that the guy had lasted so long.

The Royal Scientist gets bored of his interns easily, and everyone knows that.

Gaster is and continues to be a force to be reckoned with, a fearsome reputation and easily the power and ruthlessness to back it up.

They say he’s loyal only to Emperor Asgore himself, and he considers anyone less as utterly beneath him, minions to do his bidding and stepping stones along his path.

(Fodder for his experiments, the rumors say too, but there’s no evidence of that.)

(He’s far too careful for there to be evidence.)

Asgore allows the Royal Scientist the freedom to operate as he pleases, in spite of the doctor’s somewhat ill repute, for all the impressive work he does with the carte blanche he’s given, resulting in significant military advancements for monsterkind.

As the years go by, Gaster happily proves his worth, producing many innovations that will be invaluable when the time comes to seize the final human soul, shatter the Barrier, and take back the Surface by force.

His most famed creation is a device which produces magic limitlessly, boundless energy for its user to draw upon as if it were their own, infinite bullets and fighting potential without tiring or running dry—no one knows what it looks like save the Emperor and the Captain of the Royal Guard, but they vouch that it does exactly as advertised.

Gaster is still working on expanding the use of the device to more than one monster at a time, but its potential is clear.

In the meantime, while he gets the math to work on that, he hasn’t been idle.

His latest feat of engineering, painstakingly perfected, is a living war-machine that he calls 2P.

2P, while not truly sentient, is capable of comprehending orders given to it and employing basic problem-solving skills and intensive physical training to obey those orders with swift, devastating precision.

An army of monster-shaped weapons of its kind is a tantalizing prospect—soldiers for the upcoming war that won’t think or feel or do anything but drive forward, with unrelenting force…

But first, it needs a field test, to see if it’s viable.

Gaster lends 2P to the services of the Royal Guard, with instructions on how to command it and to report back when—not if—it satisfies all conditions of whatever tests and trials they put it through.

Captain Undyne is…far from satisfied.

Not with 2P’s performance, of course, for its strength and speed and obedience are everything the Royal Scientist advertised it would be.

But…

There are signs she’s seeing, things she’s noticing as she works with 2P that she…really wishes she wasn’t.

2P isn’t supposed to feel pain, but she’s caught it wincing or favoring something after a heavy blow.

It isn’t supposed to think for itself, but she’s seen it in Waterfall, gazing out over the glowing pools and sparkling crystals with an expression she can only describe as ‘thoughtful.’

It’s not supposed to be sentient…but she saw it, smiling when she told her soldiers a stupid joke during training—and she saw fear in its eye-sockets when it realized she was looking, before it went coolly, irreproachably blank again.

It’s only a suspicion, a gut feeling pushing insistently through the denial, but…

Undyne doesn’t think 2P is an ‘it.’

And if ‘it’ isn’t, that’s a very, very big problem.

She can’t report this to Gaster.

If 2P is more than a living construct meant only for battle, then telling its creator, the man with complete power over it, in charge of whether it lives or dies, is the absolute last thing she should ever do.

Emperor Asgore…

Well, she trusts Asgore, but…he’s a busy monster, weighed down by duty and grief as much as he’s always been and he trusts Gaster—as questionable a choice as that is. If it came down to the Royal Scientist’s word against her ‘gut feeling’…

She needs proof.

Something solid to open an investigation over, to really do it by the book.

Luckily, she may have an in.

One of Gaster’s assistants, a former intern, with rumors flying that she could even be his successor, if she lasts long enough.

Alphys is close to the Royal Scientist, and has clearly honed the ability to keep her mouth shut—which will be very useful for Undyne if it turns out that she’s trying to open up Pandora’s Box with her digging.

The young doctor is thankfully very willing to assist with the very very hot Captain’s covert investigation and freely shares all she knows.

Definitely only in the interest of cooperating with the law.

Yes.

But well, she is suspicious of Gaster herself and has been for some time—not because of 2P, but because of his ‘magic-creating’ device.

Alphys is a scientist and its never sat right with her, the idea of magic being created from nothing. It’s not possible, it should be coming from somewhere! But her boss always brushed off her questions, and when he started giving her looks, the same kind of looks he gave people who lost their jobs and were never seen again…she stopped asking questions.

Gaster is almost certainly up to something shady, and if the Guard is getting involved, maybe now they have a chance to figure out what.

Unfortunately, Alphys wasn’t brought in until well after 2P’s completion. She was never allowed to be involved in any of his training and refinement, so she isn’t much help there…

She does make an attempt to pull up its documentation, but what she can access is heavily redacted, and the rest is locked behind Gaster’s credentials.

The most she can find is a mention of an earlier iteration, a 1S, but nothing about it beyond it being put into storage, and nothing at all after that point.

It’s most likely just a failed prototype, but it could be a place to start, if they can track it down to wherever it’s been stored.

It takes a lot more digging, some risky exploration and a bit of hacking into systems she definitely should not have access to, but Alphys manages to find what she thinks is the ‘storage’ mentioned in the notes—an extremely deep basement level of the Royal Labs, far below the other floors and not shown on any blueprints, locked up tight.

She can’t investigate further…but Undyne can.

A gut feeling isn’t cause for a search, but a secret unsanctioned dungeon beneath the labs that no one knows about with such high security…?

That’s something that warrants the Emperor’s notice.

Asgore is not best pleased to hear that his Royal Scientist has kept such a secret from him.

He orders that Gaster be detained pending further investigation, and is quite unpleasantly surprised when—even at his order—Gaster refuses to cooperate and allow access to the elevator down.

Undyne takes Alphys and 2P with her to investigate anyway. If Alphys can’t hack the door, then 2P should be able to brute-force it.

Besides, whatever’s down there… 2P’s probably seen it before and can help handle it.

What they find…is not pretty.

There’s evidence there, the dust of monsters Gaster ‘disappeared’ because they got in his way, or simply because he could.

Shambling amorphous creatures that once were monsters, Fallen Down and resurrected with DT, only to melt into each other, amalgamated beings. ‘Impervious to damage,’ the Royal Scientist had written of the poor souls he kept locked away, ‘possibly useful, further testing needed.’

And…far back, in the very last room—barely the size of a broom-closet—a skeleton.

Another skeleton, strapped down to a chair and hooked up to more monitoring equipment than even Alphys has seen at one time before.

This one is nothing at all compared to 2P, short where 2P is tall, frail where 2P is sturdy, sickly-looking and seemingly half-dead where 2P is strong and healthy and alive.

“Th-this…must be 1S—”

“SANS.”

The captain and the doctor both jump to realize that 2P was the one who said it.

It doesn’t speak again though, for all that it’s staring very intently at the other skeleton in room, utterly frozen and immovable in the face of this sick and terrible discovery.

Because…the thing is…

………

He was just…gone, one day.

Their creator never spoke his name again.

He wouldn’t acknowledge him, that he’d ever existed.

And 2P…

He…forgot.

He tried to forget, because Sans wasn’t real.

Sans was never real, Sans was something he made up to pretend he wasn’t alone in a horrible place with a horrible man who said he wasn’t a ‘he,’ he was an ‘it’—and he had to forget any stupid ideas he had that he was anything but an object, a tool meant to take orders and obey and don’t think, never think, never want, never be anything but 2P.

Never be…

Papyrus.

He is…Papyrus.

And his brother is real.

Alive, though just barely.

1S—or, Sans, apparently, takes some time to come around from his heavily-sedated, comatose state, but all too eager to cooperate with the strange monsters hovering over him when he sees his brother is among their number.

The story as he tells it is this.

He and Papyrus were creations of the Royal Scientist, created from his body—his kids, if the man had been any less of a maniac, but since Gaster is indeed a maniac, he planned to keep them under his thumb for the rest of their lives and use them (but especially Papyrus) in all kinds of fucked up, illegal experiments, to mold them into whatever he saw as their greatest utility.

Sans tried to snatch his little brother up and run, but he got caught, and Gaster got to have his way.

Papyrus became the living war-machine dear old dad had always wanted, and Sans—who had fucked up by proving he was a stubborn, uncooperative jackass who no threat against him or his brother could seem to control—was repurposed.

See, he’d always generated magic at a pretty high rate, but after what Gaster did, he became a battery, a constantly replenishing source of energy to be drawn on at any time, an impressive little toy to win some brownie points with the Emperor and earn even freer reign to do whatever the hell he wanted, whenever he wanted.

Alphys has to double and triple-check the readings on the monitoring equipment around him to believe it, but he really is the source of Gaster’s impossible device, producing massive quantities of magic with such incredible range that (if she’s reading it right) Gaster or anyone else using it would be able to siphon his magic from miles away.

But that’s not the only thing Sans can tell them.

He also knows, and is more than happy to provide, several passwords and access codes that the Royal Scientist was too lazy or too cocky to change in the years since he put Sans under and locked him away.

Which is, of course, access to more than enough detailed and meticulously recorded evidence of Gaster’s crimes against monsterkind to shut him down.

Permanently.

The Royal Scientist is unceremoniously fired, convicted, and eventually, executed.

Alphys, who played a large role in bringing him to justice and is a brilliant and respectable scientist in her own right is ushered in as his replacement, and Undyne is given several honors for her dedication to uncovering and bringing down corruption at the highest level.

The skeleton brothers receive support—both official and unofficial—from the crown in order to integrate into society without undue hardship, after the significant hardship they already faced.

Life continues as normal, but maybe a little bit better now.

Carmine (Underfell Fruition Sans)

In poor physical condition at first due to how long he spent unconscious and immobile, but recovering mobility and independence as fast as monsterly possible (fuck the wheelchair, fuck the crutches, fuck soup, he is gonna walk his ass to a damn burger and nobody is gonna stop him)

Only vaguely aware of time having passed while comatose, but as his magic grew stronger and his range stretched, he developed an ability to poke into peoples’ heads. It’s very surface-level, mostly just skimming thoughts off the top, but he’s found himself drifting through enough monsters’ subconscious that these days, most people Underground might not recognize him but still get the feeling that he’s hauntingly familiar

Still overproducing magic at an extreme rate due to modifications made to his body, magic which he actually needs to use in large amounts regularly. If he doesn’t, he starts to physically overheat and things around him start to fritz a bit from the outpouring of excess magic, which is naturally something he’d rather avoid if possible

Eager to make up for lost time, open-minded to all kinds of new stuff he never got around to doing before he got locked up

A little bit cocky, loud and arrogant, but with just enough boyish charm and joie de vivre to pull it off…most of the time

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus)

Extremely physically powerful due to biomodifications over the years as he was growing up, very tall, wide, and strong. His soul was also…adjusted, and he no longer takes damage from even the most vicious and lethal intent, only physical or magical attacks that land can harm him

Struggles significantly with free will and independent thought—largely due to how heavily punished and very not allowed any signs of choice or independence were. Slowly getting comfortable with being a person, and being allowed to be a person again, supported heavily by his brother and Undyne

Went a very long time under the impression that his brother was a figment of his imagination, and there’s some…complex feelings there, that he was real and alive and trapped the whole time and he didn’t do anything about it. Said brother doesn’t blame him in the slightest, but it may be awhile before the two of them aren’t a package deal everywhere they go

Likes things that are slow and with obvious correct ways of doing them—or at least no wrong way of doing them, so he can take it at his own pace and not be afraid of making a mistake

A little stoic and a lot intimidating, but (with a bit of patience beyond that first impression) curious and gentle and just starting to learn what it means to be himself

[colourprinter]

I'm here to announce the Our Underland AU, a cross AU between Our Wonderland and Undertale

If you're here for the art then here it is! Details and ideas on the AU below the read more!

Soooooooo, first thing's first, this is an Our Wonderland AU and follows the rules of Our Wonderland, it can and will get dark and horrific. There's no dust, there will be blood.

THIS CONTAINS OUR WONDERLAND (through to the end of act 5) AND UNDERTALE SPOILERS

The basic idea is that after Iggy falls into Wonderland, he wakes up on a thick growth of common strawberries and explores an underground of faces he recognises that don't recognise him.

I will note that I'm missing a character for Alphys, I'm out of the main crew and Cecil and Jerry already have roles

Note that "humans" and "monsters" are instead "the fallen" and "the sealed" as there are at least 5 humans going around. The fallen are the only people to remember that this is Wonderland and have a wish still avaliable to use, of course this means the sealed want the wishes themselves.

I've done my best to work with the wishes when putting characters in places and I have mentioned the wishes from the end of act 5 as well. I also remember seeing a post where if Iggy was to stay in Wonderland for too long, he would become an actual emotionless void which is played into a bit

Possible character swaps:

Iggy -> Frisk

Protagonist

The last of the fallen

Dressed in Frisk style clothes

The more he kills, the more hollow he feels

The top of his hair can reprisent a glowing halo or as it becomes more stained with blood from fighting, devil horns (this might be too edgy though and might be changed)

Grows numb as he gains LV, almost as though someone else is moving his body for him

Wish: Not made yet

Sadie -> Chara

The first fallen

A passing voice that sometimes lays on Iggy's ears

Will start seeing the murder route as a way to achieve her goal if it is taken

Wish: ???

Hunar -> Torial

Keeper of the ruins

Guides the fallen through the ruins (yes, even a 30 year old Iggy)

This Hunar is not real

Wish: N/A

Genzou -> sans

The judge, promised Hunar to keep the next fallen safe

He can see

He will judge Iggy's actions towards the end

He will fight at the end of a murder route, still dodging but without the warping around

Wish: I wish I could see Iggs again

Cecil -> Papyrus

Aspiring royal guard, trains under the royal guard captain

Plays the straight man to Genzou's jokes

Despite his attitude, he wants to see the best in everyone and bring that out

Wish: N/A

Orlam -> Undyne

Head of the royal guard

Basically in charge given the rulers are pretty absent

Has an army of rabbit guards at his beck and call

It's Orlam in wonderland, I don't think I need to get more into it

Very determined to get the wish at any cost

Dispises Genzou for reasons he doesn't understand

Wish: I wish I could make the rules for once

??? -> Alphys

I really got nothing for this right now

Might merge Mettatons' and Alphys' roles, Gidget is smart enough

Jerry -> Muffet

Leader of a splinter rabbit group trying to make a living

Jerry's rabbits replace the spiders of the underground

Wants to claim the wish to live a comforable life for himself and those under him

Wish: N/A

Gidget -> Mettaton

The most stunning star of the underground

Extremely outgoing

Has a ton of adoring fans

Plays along with [Insert Alphys replacement here] to get close to Iggy

Despite everything, finds it hard to feel truely happy

Wants to claim the wish to fix that emptyness

Wish: I wish I was the most beautiful person in the whole world

Bucks -> Asgore

The hermit queen

Outside of people taking freely given goods, rather hostile

The previous 7 fallen have died by her hand

Spends her time chopping wood and tending to her isolated area of the castle

Wood that is left over after being chopped is freely given away

Wonderland's exit sits past her area of the castle

Doesn't care for the wish, she holds 6 already, she wants to be left alone

Wish: I wish she was dead

Kiddy Kruse Flower -> Flowey

A strange flower that stalks Iggy, trys to take control at the end of things

Not a replacement for Asreal, Sadie was the royals' only child

Speaks in rhyme all the time

Not rooted to one place now

Appears to want to take something from Iggy that isn't his wish

Wish: N/A

Tomato head creature -> Monster Kid

A fan of the head of the Royal guard, wants to see him in action

Can't talk, tons of warbling

Won't actually eat your guts this time

Orlam will save anyone who obsesses over him this much

Wish: N/A

Status of the fallen's wishes

Sadie - Used after her death, wish is unknown

Fallen 2-7 - Held by Bucks

Iggy - Unused

I hope you enjoy reading throught this, it's been fun to write and has comepletely overtaken my thoughts for a full day so I had to get it out of my head.

If you have any ideas or suggestions, please send them, I'd love to hear people's ideas on this

[glitchthedemon]

I have a pair of Toriel slippers I got not too long ago, and to me it hasn’t felt like I’ve had them that long at all, maybe a few months at most, but the other I looked at them and I realised they didn’t look as white as they did when I first got them, sort of a greyish-off white now, mostly around the ears where it’s closer to the floor, and it made me wonder, is that how Chara felt?

They fell down and almost immediately got adopted by the Dreemurs, and for a short while, they had a happy family. Then their plan with Asriel failed, and they died, the last thing they saw being the face of their parents. Due to Chara being dead, they probably didn’t notice how much time had passed before Frisk fell down, if they noticed time passing at all. But imagine it - they’ve woken up, excited to see their family again, but as Toriel arrives and greets Frisk, Chara is shocked. Did their mother always looks so tired? Was her fur always that grey? Did she always move that slowly? Chara begins to realise a lot more time has passed than they first believed, their mother hasn’t been a mother in a long time. She’s gotten old.

Entering Toriels home, they notice how quiet it is. No more Asriel running around, no more Dad cooking in the kitchen, just their mother lolling after a kid that isn’t them.

Frisk enters a room that hasn’t belonged to anyone in a long time. Chara enters their room again. Frisk looks into a dusty toybox that hasn’t seemed to be touched recently. Chara looks into their toybox, just as they’d left it not too long ago. Frisk sleeps on the old bed. Chara watches someone else lie down on their bed. Frisk is given Toriels pie. Chara watches their mother bake for a stranger. All these things haven’t been meant for them for a long time, but to Chara it only feels like a short while. How could so much time have passed already?

And what about Asgore? Seeing their dad living alone in the castle where they died, with nothing but golden flowers to keep him company. Chara remembers they time they accidentally poisoned him with those flowers, but that was years, maybe even decades ago. They stand at the Barrier, Asgore is looking at them but not at them. Six souls glow faintly behind him. They should’ve been one of them. Chara looks away, too many conflicted feelings. As Frisk dodges, they see a serious look on their fathers face. They finally realise this is not the underground they had left not that long all that time ago.

[faux-mance]

thinking about geno's impostor syndrome

his own world replaced him. it tore apart his code to make another version of him that lived his life, and he was forced to watch that sans fill his

and maybe he was glad after was taking care of papyrus, but that doesn't make it hurt, any less. geno was supposed to be the one doing that. it wasn't supposed to come to this. it wasn't fucking fair that he'd suffered so much, only to see another version of him be with geno's brother.

but maybe it was fair. maybe it was what he deserved. he couldn't save his friends. he couldn't save his brother. he couldn't even save himself. it was why he gave up the name sans, wasn't it? he didn't deserve that name. he didn't deserve that life.

— the surface doesn't change how geno feels. sure, the sun on his face and his feet in the grass feel nice. but geno can't help thinking it wasn't supposed to be for him. like the very code in the world is calling him a fraud. this ending wasn't for him. it was for frisk and sans and papyrus. it was for toriel and undyne and alphys and asgore and all the other monsters. why should geno intrude on any of that? what right did he have, to claim this world as his own? he couldn't even save himself. it'd been frisk's idea to use the pie to get him out of the save screen. he didn't deserve to be here. maybe that was what led him to go back into the mountain. to walk through soft, undisturbed snow. not many would step foot here again. not many would want to. that was fine with geno. he found it under a house all too similar to the one now on the surface. that one felt foreign to him, just like the sunlight and the grass and the smiles of his family. this one, he knew well. the click of a lock opened a back door into a dark room, one that hadn't seen the light of day for quite a while. he slid the syringe out of the drawer, the viscous determination inside swirling slowly, the light emanating from it casting a soft red glow on geno's hand. at the same moment, his gaze fell on a familiar silhouette under a purple curtain. the corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile.