#this is more focused on frisk

[marihem]

It was another memory dream. Frisk wasn't surprised to find themselves in that corridor again, fighting a battle. Though what's new is that they were winning the battle. Hope he won't die this time.

Lima Bean Man by Jack Stauber

A little something about Frisk. This amv is completely self indulgent haha

[teeterarting]

My human, not yours

[m0rang0z]

Uhh uhh

I decided to not post all art i do 4 Instagram here and to focus wayy more on my AU here, since then my Instagram could be considered some extra content of mine I guess?..

So uhh, I'm already planning the two mettaton designs (y'all need to stop ignoring that most part of the game she's a damn metallic cardboard box) until then, what I'll be doin?

[inbarfink]

I think a lot about the Concept of ‘choices that matter’ in video games. Like, in terms of what it is that makes a choice ‘really matter’, what do we perceive as a choice that matters or has a consequence, how do different games with different amounts of branching or non-branching storylines play with those ideas…  Especially because Undertale is one of my favorite games of all time, and it has often been hyped as ‘a game where your choices REALLY matter’ and… honestly, I dunno if all of this hype was fully conducive to Undertale.  Because the way it handles the concept of Video Game Choices is actually a lot more interesting and complex than that simplistic descriptor makes it seem.

Because Undertale actually has a lot of choices that ‘don’t really matter’! Lots of dialogue choices and silly little decisions that on a first playthrough seem like they’re some sort of moral choice or a branching plotline but end up always leading to basically the same result regardless of what you do!

And the game doesn’t really try to hide the fact that these choices are kinda 'Fake'. I mean, on a first playthrough a player might assume there’s gonna be some Massive Consequences for picking the ‘wrong’ drink on Undyne’s date, but the game’s narrative expects for there to be multiple playthroughs and pretty much every Choice that Doesn’t Matter is peppered with that Undertale brand of wacky character-focused humor that inherently makes the moment memorable. Papyrus leading Undyne straight to you no matter what you do is basically a cross-timeline running gag.

On some level I see this as a sort of gag that serves as meta-commentary about the expectations around Choices That Matter in Video Games. As in, a lot of games have their Moral Choices happen in clearly easily marked ‘this is a Moral Choice!’ moments within the story, while the actual gameplay (and any violence the player might cause as part of said gameplay) is basically entirely divorced from any element of narrative-branching and doesn't effect the story at all. Undertale basically entirely inverts this dynamic; the most important factor for which Route you’re own is how you handle your FIGHTs, and what seems like clearly-marked and obvious Moral Choices are just goofy insubstantial minor changes in dialogue. 

But also… there is also a level where you must ask yourself ‘what does it mean when we say that these choices Don’t Matter’. I mean, it’s not like they didn't change anything about the game, the Player still made the character say that other thing, the choice probably led to an alternate piece of dialogue, probably a joke with a call-back at the end of the game… The line between a one-off joke and an actual story-changing moment can be a little blurry if you look at it too deeply.

For example, near the end of the Waterfall part of the game, the Player is given the choice to save Monster Kid even at the risk of having to face down Undyne.

Pretty much anyone who isn’t deliberately trying to be an asshole is going to rush to save them and obviously that includes the Pacifist Route Players. But you can actually leave Monster Kid to die without it 'mattering' in the sense that it wouldn't divert you from the Pacifist Route. Undyne saves them instead of you, and ends up with slightly less HP for her battle (which might Matter for Runs when you try and FIGHT her but obviously not in Pacifist Runs) and… by the end of the game, during the extremely happy True Pacifist Ending, they still clearly remember that you abandoned them and are upset by it.

So… does saving Monster Kid ‘matter’ or not? On one hand, choosing not to save them mostly just changes a few lines of dialogue but… these lines of dialogue kinda recontextualize this happy ending and the Player’s actions in general. Despite the True Pacifist Ending otherwise portraying the Player/Frisk as a kind-hearted and brave hero... they still did this undeniably cowardly (and perhaps even cruel) act to one of their friends .

Was running away and leaving Monster Kid to die a brief but significant moment of weakness that the Player regrets and has cost them what could’ve been the start of a lovely friendship? Or is that simply that being a True Pacifist was always more of a matter of pragmatism rather than ideals? Were they only acting as a Pacifist to get that promised 'Best Ending', and only Monster Kid has an inkling they are not as heroic or kind as everyone thinks they are?

And then there’s the Snowman ‘quest’.

A free healing item given early in the game, with your mission being to carry it along in your inventory for as long as you can without ever consuming it. The only reward you will ever see from it is a few lines of dialogue…

But for many, it is more than enough of an incentive to preserve the Snowman’s Piece. You can do whatever you want with the Snowman without it ‘mattering’ in terms of Ending or consequences. You could carry it through all of your adventures with care and kindness... or you could eat it while he can’t see you and then go back to him and tell him that you ‘lost’ it and then get another piece and eat that as well, you could eat it right in front of his face, horrifying him. 

And much like with Monster Kid, you can STILL get the True Pacifist Ending after doing that, all that would change is a few optional pieces of dialogue from the Snowman… 

And a total recontextualization of the Player’s behavior and the ending. The Snowman sees the Player as a cruel and heartless person who is just pretending to be good so they can be liked - the way they acted with this immobile, powerless Snowman who could do nothing for them and their reputation reveals their true self. And he says their friends will realize that too one day...

Doing a True Reset on the Pacifist Ending is, by definition, a (almost) consequence-free action and yet it changes future Pacifist Routes immeasurably. Turning the Player into a Hypocrite doing the exact same thing they were trying to stop Flowey/Asriel from doing - trapping all of their friends into a time-loop so they can play with them forever while never actually letting them to enjoy freedom on the surface, simply because they are not willing to move on or put their friends' wishes and agency above their own. Nothing in the game actually changes, not one character can even suspect that you did something like that, and yet for the Player - this choice makes the entire Meaning of the game flip on its head. 

Even the most famous and heavily-toted Big Consequence in the whole game - selling your soul to Chara after completing a Murder Route… mostly what it does is just… recontextualize the ending of the Game.

As a game, ‘Undertale’ is very much about the ways in which a Player engages with a game can radically recontextualize it. The huge chasm of difference between the Pacifist and Muder Routes is just the most literal example of it. But, in a way, even the tiny little Dialogue Options - where the lack of real choice and consequences is Obviously a Joke - matter. Because of the way they can recontextualize the Player Character’s behavior.

(Okay, maybe not this one, but hear me out…)

Do you trust Papyrus to not betray you, even after you spied on him with Undyne?

Do you have the integrity to admit you forgot something or got it wrong even when there’s no consequences for just lying about it?

Are you a hypocrite for trying to get Alphys to be truthful with Undyne only to then immediately turn around and lie to Undyne yourself?  

None of these choices matter for the ending, some of them don’t even get, like, a call-back joke or anything, but… if you are engaged in this story as a narrative, if you are invested in these characters as if they were people, if you are honestly trying to be the best person you can be, if you are trying to self-reflect at the way you approach this game… even the silliest little dialogue option can suddenly be imbued with deep implications and you can make them matter. 

Undertale is one of the best demonstrations of this concept, but this is absolutely not exclusive to it. For example….

‘Ace Attorney’ is pretty much as far away as you can get from a ‘branching narrative’ within the video game sphere. It is a heavily-linear Visual Novel where 70% of the time it won’t even let you talk to random characters at anything but the exact order it expects you to and any ‘Bad Endings’ are basically just glorified Game Over Screens. (... because this is the Internet and something something piss on the poor, I should probably specify that I am talking about ‘Ace Attorney’ because I love Ace Attorney and these are neutral descriptions of the game and not complaints. There’s nothing wrong with a game being linear.) 

If there’s any Dialogue Choice in AA, it’s generally a very basic ‘right answer-wrong answer’ choice between Progress and a Penalty, or a total non-choice that just gets you to the same final result regardless. Except… Well… as we just talked about, getting to the same final result doesn’t necessarily mean a choice is ‘meaningless’, does it?

There’s actually a lot of great storytelling moments where Ace Attorney, despite its otherwise strict linearity, uses this exact sort of recontextualizing mindset I’ve talked about with Undertale to make choices with some really powerful emotional impact…. Even if technically, the ending is the same ending. It can be something as basic as ‘even if picking this Wrong Answer doesn’t get me a penalty, it still embarrassed my character and disappointed my friends/rivals and thus I feel bad for picking it’. Consequences as recontextualizing your character as more incompetent than they should’ve come across at that moment.

And then there’s moments like the iconic ending of ‘Justice for All’. That moment before Franziska bursts into the Courtroom with the case-making evidence and saves the day. The moment where it seems like Phoenix really is gonna have to pick between protecting his best friend and carrying out a rightful sentence.

The player gets to pick between the two options, but Phoenix never gets to say his choice out loud before Franziska comes running in... and yet… he, and the player, still made that choice. Even if no one ever has to experience the consequences of your choice, even if the rest of the world has no idea what Phoenix Wright would’ve chosen if the Miracle hadn’t happened, we know what we picked and that knowledge of the choice matters. Because of how we feel about this choice and what it says about our interpretation of Phoenix… and about us.

There’s also a bit of this ludonarrative device in ‘The Great Ace Attorney: Adventures’. During “The Adventures of the Runaway Room”, when you investigate the Omnibus for the second time and start finding things that… don’t quite fit together. When you’re finally starting to make progress with proving McGilded’s innocence, while also maybe starting to notice that something is… wrong with these pieces of evidence. 

The unchanging linear narrative of the game is that Ryunosuke does eventually realizes McGilded's trickery, puts truth ahead of victory in court and yet, despite his effort and good intentions - the case still ends with a false Not Guilty verdict. And yet, the Player has the choice to... tweak the details.

There are several points where Ryunosuke can object, where he can call out the inconsistencies even though they help his case, where he can support Van Zieks in his accusations of tempered evidence... or he can not. Not necessarily intentionally misleading the Court as much as subconsciously trying to ignore the inconsistencies in the name of trusting his client.

And yet… in the end it doesn’t matter. Maybe Susato calls out the inconsistency instead of him, maybe Van Zieks does, maybe it remains uncontested but... no matter what you do, the case will end with a Not Guilty verdict (I mean, I guess you can deliberately fail the game but that will not progress the plot), McGilded doesn’t seem like he held a grudge (in the few minutes he had left to live), and a few cases later - Ryunosuke would always be punished for his part at this false verdict.

So it doesn’t really matter what Ryunosuke did back then? Does it matter if he did his best and called out every single inconsistencies or if he kinda half-assed it until he (and the Player) had to? He’s still going to suffer the same consequences down the line. And yet….

And yet, I think there’s something so powerful about giving us that option. About knowing that Ryunosuke, and we, did try and do something about McGilded's dirty tricks- even if it didn’t work. Or alternative, knowing that there was more that Ryunosuke and us could’ve done even if it was not nearly enough. Even if in the eyes of the game and the British Justice system there is no difference, the fact that we know what did and what we could’ve done can radically change the way the player feels about all of the later scenes concerning the truth about McGilded’s trial. It can radically change the way the player interpret Ryunosuke’s feelings about it as well.

Because even though the game itself keeps playing along with the same script regardless, that trial had irrevocable consequences for the Player.

[ivymarquis]

Say You Won't Let Go

Last House on the Right

Pairing| John Price x F!Single Mom!Reader Rating| E Word Count| 1.1k Kinks/Content/Warnings| Post Apocalypse!AU, Single Mom!verse, pregnant reader, mentions of pregnancy related eating issues + vomiting, Reader's got some separation issues. Fair warning this is so half baked I haven't even decided what kind of apocalypse it is, but somehow Ive got a whole plotline regardless.Same pairing as my fic Blind Date

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You can’t believe your luck. 

You’re not sure what exactly it was about this house in the dead of night that had you so transfixed, but your intuition has paid off in spades. 

The area’s been abandoned, to your knowledge leaving you the sole inhabitant meandering around. 

Or maybe waddling would be a more apt description.

Fear and uncertainty of the outside hurry you along into the house. Most everyone- the survivors- has splintered off into groups. There’s no evidence of anyone still living here (admittedly it’s not like you’ve taken the time to check every room, but there are signs when a house is inhabited), but you luck out that the cabinets haven’t been picked over. 

It’s been entirely too long since your last meal, and it takes a good amount of restraint to not devour the can of ravioli too quickly. 

As much as you’re tempted, you know there’s a fine line between what will and won’t have you immediately throwing up in the sink- grazing seems to keep the worst of the upset down.

There’s no hospitals to jaunt off to if you end up dehydrated. Excessive vomiting is not ideal post end of days.

If you were in your right mind- not frightened, isolated, starving, cold- and not focusing on how the unheated chef boyardee might as well be a five star michelin meal for all you can think right now, you might have been paying more attention.

The sound of a safety clicking off behind you freezes your blood far more than the cold. That sound is deliberate. Whoever’s behind you- gun pointed at you- wants you to know they got the jump on you.

“Hands where I can see them,” the order is gruffly barked at you.

You feel stupid. Of course all of this was too convenient for you to simply be catching a break. It wasn’t exactly well lit and designed to draw you in- but you’re an animal caught in a trap regardless.

The fork clatters against the counter next to the can as you go to comply.

“Turn around. Slowly.”

You’re not much of a threat in your current condition. That much is obvious.

Time stopped having any sort of tangible meaning a while ago. You should know how many weeks you are, but the days run together fending for yourself and you just know that you’re close. There’s no hiding the swell of your belly.

The man at the doorway looks as gruff as he sounds. Your mind spins like a tire in mud to process everything in front of you in the poor moonlight. Military, that much is obvious. You’re not actually sure if that’s a good thing. Handsome from what you can see, though historically your type has been men who don’t have a weapon leveled at you.

The taciturn expression on his face falters when he spots your bump, but you’ve learned by now to not expect any sort of special treatment.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize immediately. “I-I didn’t know anyone was here. I’ll leave, I swear.” 

He looks at you another moment before a look of resignation washes over him.

“Turn back around. Keep your hands up.” Oh God. Your mind immediately goes to the worst- That this man, for whatever reason, has decided that your infraction has signed your death warrant. That he can’t quite bring himself to fire on a pregnant woman staring him in the eyes, so the last thing you’re ever going to see is some tacky wallpaper and ugly cabinets.

You yelp when one of his hands finds the pistol on your hip. Holy shit you didn’t even hear him cross the room.

“Easy, love,” he soothes as he starts to frisk you for more weapons. “Not gonna hurt you. You have anything else on you?”

“A knife in my back pocket.” It doesn’t even occur to you to lie; putting yourself in his good graces is your only option and you can’t do that by lying.

His hands slip under your jacket, the hem oversized and hanging even with your arms up, making a wrong guess at the first pocket he checks before grabbing the knife out of the second one.

“Anyone going to come sniffing around looking for you?” A fair question, but one that sticks like a knife between your ribs.

The “No,” that escapes you is softer than you meant it to be, voice warbling as you try not to cry.

Hormones would have had you on the verge of tears at any given point, and that would have been before the end of the world and before your group abandoned you. You’re well entitled to your tears, you think, but try to stuff them back down anyway.

“You’re out here alone,” he grouses, sounding like he doesn’t believe you. The like this? is implied.

Your arms are still up, and they’re getting tired. Everything tires you out these days.

Like he can read your mind, he releases you with a “you can set your arms down now, love.”

“Thank you,” you’re in full fawn mode, turning to face him. While he’s clearly decided against killing you, you’ve been scared and alone for the past few days and you really don’t want to be separated from the only person who will give you the time of day right now. 

“Is there anyone else here? Other soldiers?” Your fate is sealed and lies in the soldier’s hands regardless of his answer.

Nothing with change, no matter what he says, but you think you’re less intimidated if it’s just the two of you. 

The world’s gone to hell in a handbasket, and yet you’ll never forget watching 28 days later when the line I promised them women was dropped.

“Got separated from my team.”

He turns away from you, gesturing to follow him out of the kitchen and towards the living room.

He’s limping.

You haven’t seen him move until now. You’re more an expert on busted hardware than busted body parts, you can’t tell if it’s a fresh injury that’s still healing, or an old one that’s set in place.

“They left you.” They left me, too.

“They didn’t leave me for dead, they think I am dead. Gonna take a bit more than that to get the job done, though.” 

You have no reason not to believe him. Despite having just met him, the man is like a living manifestation of everything masculinity is supposed to be- down to the surly attitude despite him herding you further into the house. It doesn’t take much to figure out that he’s tough as nails and sure why not flirt in death’s face that her last attempt wasn’t good enough?

You sit on the couch he points to, as he settles into the leather chair across from you.

“Christ what’d I’d do for a fucking smoke right now,” he mumbles, pawing at his chest absent mindedly on reflex.

You mean to sit stiff as a board, but your body is tired and the couch is surprisingly comfortable.

The soldier, however, sits like he owns the house. “And now for the question of what to do with you.”

[akanemnon]

Hi!!

Just wondering if you have any voice headcanons for your au versions (and original characters) of the twin runes cast? All for fun!

Have a nice day :D

I don't have voice claims. But I do have certain voices playing in my mind when I hear them speak. Though it mainly focuses on HOW they say certain things.

Kris' voice can flip flop between dead and toneless, to warm and comforting, to cracking and wavering. They screech like a banshee when they get scared or angry. Their voice cracks even more so when they do that.

Susie has a very gravelly and throaty voice. She sounds like she's constantly angry. She snorts like a bull when she's flustered.

Ralsei is soft-spoken and polite. His voice is more like a nasally whisper. I can't picture him without a British accent anymore, thanks to @paramasqueradeva

Frisk voice wavers between neutral, optimistic and casual. Most of the things that come out of their mouth sound very nonchallant ("I'll just flirt my way out".) But they fall into a squeaky falsetto when they get angry.

Chara's voice is the most composed out of them all. They pronounce their sentences with precision and rarely slip up. Their voice is modulated and slightly melodic.

Lesslo talks in a honeyed voice with a bit of valley girl undertones. Every word that comes out of his mouth sounds like a backhanded insult. He sounds like he likes listening to himself talk.

Redge has a Boston accent and speaks like a tough guy. The voice that specifically plays in my mind for him is Strongbad from Homestar Runner.

Patt has an Australian accent. He sounds chipper and speaks in a sing-songy way.

There are more characters iIhave headcanons for, but those are spoilers

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Sonny Carisi: Reliving His Detective Days (NSFW!!!) 

I don’t know how this happened again, but Sonny decided he had to have another story right now and it came out of nowhere. How many of you liked my other Sonny story so quickly shocked me. It was such a confidence boost to my just starting to write again heart. Thank you!

 

Dominick Carisi considers himself a smart and observant man. It’s what made him a good detective and now ADA. He knows that something is going on as soon as he opens the door of his apartment. The furniture had been pushed around and there was an area that looked like an old-fashioned blanket fort taking up the other half of his living room. He set his briefcase down just as you were walking around the corner. He looked at you with furrowed brows, “Doll-?” 

“You must be the detective they sent to check on the 488.” Sonny pauses looking at you appraisingly still trying to figure out what was going on. The code you gave, like most others, he still had memorized from his time as a cop.  

“Petty theft?” He says it like a question even though he knows he is correct. You make your eyes go big as you try to look innocent playing with the ends of your hair. 

“That’s what they say, but I swear detective I didn’t steal anything.” You look down at the floor shifting guiltily then look back up at him. You bite your cherry-stained bottom lip. “But I understand that you have to do your job and check.” Your eyes locked with his blue ones. There is a still silent pause. You stood waiting to see if your boyfriend would pick up the game that you had started. One that you couldn’t stop thinking about since Sonny had admitted that he sometimes missed his detective days. It had brought a pantie-wetting image of a younger version of him with a badge clipped to his hip that you couldn’t seem to shake. 

“My job?” He repeats slowly almost to himself even as he looks at you. You tilt your head at him. “Right, my job...as a detective.” He still looks a little unsure of himself as he walks farther into the living room. Even though he is unsure what you are playing at exactly his cop brain exactly what he needs to do. A quick frisk. “I need you to turn around and put your hands on the wall.” 

“Okay, detective.” You turn to put your hands on the wall. You feel his body heat behind you as he gets closer but leaves a respectful distance. You are disappointed and slightly amused when his hands start patting you down quickly and efficiently. His hands barely feel your chest before moving on and sliding down your arms. You can't help but smile and shake your head at your sweet man. You shift pressing your hands more firmly against the wall and use the leverage to push your ass back into his crotch grinding into him. You hear his sharp intake of breath then he curses but otherwise stays still. “Everything okay detective?” You rub against him with your ass as turn your head to look back at him. His blue eyes are staring straight into you. They are focused his pupils dilated with lust. It’s clear that he now knows what game you are playing. You give him a mischievous smile.  

“Yeah, just try and hold still.” His body presses tightly against you as he starts to pat you down again. This time his touches are firm and lingering. He caresses down your right arm to your shoulder making your skin break out in goosebumps. Then gives a similar treatment to the left arm. His hands come to the top of both your shoulders again before sliding down your chest. He does a quicker pass over your breast for the first swipe. Then slides down your stomach before going back up and cupping them both in his hands squeezing at the ample flesh. He can tell the bra that you're wearing is thin and lacy even through the fabric of your shirt. He swipes his thumbs and can feel the peaks of your nipples hardening under his ministrations. His hands make another pass, and he pauses when he feels something hard on the edge of your bra just under your armpit. “Oh, and what’s this?”  

“I don’t know what you mean detective.” He pulls at your arm, and you turn to face him. 

“If you don’t fess up, I’ll be forced to strip-search you.” His face is serious, and you press your lips together. You feel the heat still burning low in your stomach from his attention on your breast and the bulge in his pants pressing against your ass.   

“I don’t have anything.” He sighs, “But if you have to, can we at least go in the dressing room?” You gesture to the blanket fort-like structure. You see a brief look of amusement flash across his face before regaining his seriousness. 

“That would be for the best. After you.” He follows you into the surprisingly spacious ‘dressing room’. “Alright, I need you to remove your shirt for me.” His tone is all authority and no-nonsense. You feel a shiver run down your back. Sonny in charge is hot. You nod and make a show of slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He holds eye contact with you until you get it completely undone and slipping off your shoulders. His eyes drop devouring the newly exposed skin. Your bra is barely there. Just a few scraps of red lace that do nothing to contain your generous size. He can see your nipples through the fabric. It takes him a minute to regain his thoughts and even start looking for the hard object that he had felt. There it was, slid on the corner of your bra right under your armpit, one of his tie clips. The metal shined tauntingly at him. “And what’s this?”  

You shiver at the sensation of his fingers dragging purposefully against your skin as he removes the clip from your bra. “I have no idea how that got there.” 

“Really, that’s what you're going with?” You press your lips together to keep yourself from smiling at his sassy attitude making an appearance. It was one thing to listen to him in court where he had to weave it into carefully chosen words and another to get a full dose of it. You felt a pang of sadness that you didn’t have the pleasure of meeting Dominick when he was still a detective. “So, you were just browsing when, what, it happened to fall down your shirt at just the right angle to catch perfectly onto your bra? Wow, that’s a hell of a party trick.” 

“Detective-” 

“Since I already found something on you, I’m going to need you to remove the rest of your clothes. To make sure nothing else managed to... cling onto you without your knowledge.” You nodded and reached behind you to unhook your bra. You don’t undo it, instead, just fiddle with the band behind your back. “Problem?”  

“The clasp is stuck.”  

“Really,” His tone is deadpan but there is mirth in his eyes. He is clearly enjoying your back-and-forth. “Do you need help?” He sighs stepping closer, his chest brushes against your sensitive nipples making you bite back a moan. One of his hands finds your lower back, right above your jean shorts. It glides up your spine and you lean into him washed in the smell of his musky cologne. His hand reaches the clasp and with one quick precise movement, the clasp opens to your bra and it falls forward catching between your chests. “There,” He whispered into your ear, “Now take off your shorts.” Your body trembled against him, a flood of arousal sweeping through your core.  

He steps back and you let the scrap of lace fall to the floor in front of you. You barely have the button undone when Sonny sees another glint of silver metal. Your shorts hit the floor and he gets a clear view of another tie clip attached to the equally small red panties that you are wearing. It is on the waistband pointing straight down to your soaked cunt like an arrow trying to find its mark. 

His hand moves to cup your heat and you bite back a groan. He rubs the soaked material with his fingers, his thumb rubbing purposefully against your clit. You close your eyes forehead pressed gently against his chest panting. One of his long clever fingers slips underneath and enters your core. He curls it expertly and your hands come up to his hips needing something to hold onto. He pulls back and removes the tie clip from your panties with a butterfly touch that has you arching into him wanting. He steps back and holds the two clips up, “Looks like I’m going to have to take you down to the station.” 

“Is that really necessary?” You walk forward to him again pressing your hand firmly against his chest. “Can’t we just... work something out between the two of us?” You start your hand’s dissent down toward the now obvious bulge in his dress pants. He catches it between his own. 

“Are you trying to bribe a law enforcement officer? That’s a felony.” You look up into his blue eyes and pout your lower lip. “But if it really is a misunderstanding, then as two willing adults maybe we can figure out a way to... resolve the issue.” You understand his meaning and give him a smile.  

“Oh, very willing detective Carisi.” You push him backward towards the one chair that you had left in the space. He gets your point, and he sits down. Your hands find his length through his dress pants, and he hisses. You undo his pants, and he lifts his hip so you can pull them and his boxer down. His cock is hard and leaking pre-cum. You drop down to your knees and lick a stripe up the underside of his cock before lapping the head. You sink your mouth father down on his cock and he groans. You start bobbing your head sucking. You bring your hand up to start stroking the base that you can’t fit in your mouth.  

His hands go to your hair making a makeshift ponytail, his long fingers curling into the nape of your neck. You look up and make eye contact with him. He pulls at your hair urging you faster. You increase your speed and start swirling your tongue around his dick. “Fuck,” You are encouraged by his groans and are really getting into it when he pulls on your hair hard. You moan loudly as his cock is released from your mouth. “That’s a good start sweetheart, but I’m going to need you to really convince me that this is a misunderstanding and that this isn’t going to happen again.” 

You stand up and climb onto his lap straddling him. Your chest brushes against his still fully clothed one. You put one hand on his shoulder for balance and use the other to pull your panties to the side and notch the head of his dick on your entrance. You both moan as you slide down his length. You roll your hip and keen in satisfaction when you get some friction on your clit. His hands come to your hips to steady you as you start bouncing on his cock. After a little adjustment, you find the perfect angle. One that hits a sensitive spot in you, his cock deep inside of you.  

Carisi’s eyes get hypnotized watching your breast bounce as you fuck yourself him. His hands find one before he catches it in his mouth. You groan and start riding him harder, your hand finding the hair at the nape of his neck. You keep pace but after a while your legs start to burn with strain and you can feel yourself slowing down. Carisi runs his hands up your back and tightens his grip to hold you still as he starts thrusting roughly up into you. You feel your orgasm begin to rapidly build. His thrusts continue to slam into that sensitive spot in you and you cry out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your core clamps hard on his cock your arousal dripping from you coating his cock and thighs.  

His hands slide down to your ass as he gets close his thrusts getting sloppy as he grinds you down into him. He comes squeezing your ass cheeks tight enough to border on pain. You rock against him as he continues to pump his cum into you with shallow thrusts. He presses his face onto your shoulder as you cling to his back, locking together in your mutual pleasure. You guys played the game, and both won.  

“Is that what you wanted doll?” Sonny asked when you pulled back to look at each other. His hands smoothed some of your hair before he thumbed away some leftover red lipstick that had survived the messy blowjob that you had given him. You sigh happily, 

“That is more than I wanted Sonny.” You lean up and kiss him, so softly in comparison to the rough sex you two had just had. He lifts you up so that his softening member leaves you before setting you back down on his lap. “I’m sad that I missed you being a cop.” He chuckles leaning back in the chair. 

“I promise you; it was nothing like that sweetheart.” You laugh, pressing your forehead against his. “But I’ll give it to you, that was even better than reliving my old glory days.” You smile giving him a few soft kisses.  

“I’m just happy you played along.” You admit, while it may not have seemed like it you thought maybe Sonny wouldn’t want to roleplay. It was something you had always wanted to try but never felt secure enough with your partners to try.  

“I’ll admit I was confused at first,” You blushed feeling slightly embarrassed for blindsiding him.  

“Sorry, I didn’t know how to ask. I’ve never done anything like this before. Besides you caught on pretty quick.” 

“Yeah well, when you grinded on my cock like that it was a little hard to misinterpret.” You laugh wiggling again on his lap and he swats your ass playfully. “How about we take a shower and then order some takeout and watch a movie on the couch?” You sit up straighter in his lap. 

“That sounds great but I’m going to have to put the living room back together again first.” Sonny laughs at that rubbing your back. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it...or you know what doll, we could just pull the couch in here and watch, the TV is still seeable. Besides I always wanted a date night like that, reminds me of my teen years. And who knows, maybe this time I will actually get lucky during the movie.” 

“You're insatiable.” You tell him, getting off the chair and pulling him to his feet. You press a kiss to his lips. "But I bet I could make that happen. Gray sweatpants turn me on.”       

[tai-janai]

ok so apparently all the voices have a little ability ? of some sort that comes from different forms of trauma responses and the sake of safety so im going to list what i think they are. im open to discussion

tldr: they all are their own form of trauma response

with the obvious:

The Voice of the Paranoid with reign over the system. It goes with the fact that someone with anxiety has more stress responses than the average person, he knows how to keep the heart from exploding. His response is pretty clear, the nightmare is very clearly traumatizing. His focus works on survival from the inside.

The Voice of the Hunted has his animalistic instinct and heightened senses. I stand by the fact that he could hold his own better than any other voice in a battle to the death. Though he may not outsmart an enemy, his focus works to keep the system safe.

The Voice of the Hero is, in a way, inconsistent. I think his ability has to do with adaptability. I also have this minor headcanon that he isn't quite the same as the other voices, since he's always kind of there. He can reach the Quiet even when others cannot. His interactions with and reactions to the princess depend on the player more than any other thing. His focus is less of a Hero, and more of an ally.

The Voice of the Broken is fear in a way Paranoid is not. His fear makes him small, but more powerful. In the instance of "Fight or Flight," his response is "Fawn," as in he will use his power to give in to the fear. His will and fear are very powerful compared to the others, being able to control the Quiet's actions without much effort. In a way, his focus is making himself powerless.

The Voice of the Cold is pretty infamous for being as unfeeling as possible. I believe this is not just his little emo persona, I think his focus has shifted in a way that he has become unfeeling (usually as a result of turning off after being stuck in Nothing for "eternity"). His focus is a straightforward lack of empathy as a response to the trauma of nothingness and murder.

The Voice of the Opportunist is like the Hero with adaptability, but that is not his focus. He works with self-interest in mind. He is focused on self-improvement, with the self becoming the best and most powerful. When others backstab, and when you, yourself are a backstabber, it is often that one learns from this to get a vantage point. He is very clever to the best situation and outcome, not caring how he gets there. His focus is the self's best interest.

The Voice of the Stubborn is a very angry little guy. Fight or Flight, his choice is pretty obvious. In the route of the Adversary, of which he is the foil, his response is to become the enemy. He has to fight her, until it becomes a game where "nobody can get hurt." He, like Paranoid, can keep the body from stopping. Remind you of anyone named Frisk Undertale? His focus comes down to denial and determination. He won't let himself be the victim.

The Voice of the Skeptic is, of course, constantly questioning. Once bitten, twice shy, as we all know. The lies , this time from the Narrator, are definitely stress-inducing, and coming from someone that preaches trust, it is not so easy to replenish the guy's trust in anything. His views can venture beyond what is available; he is the first to think outside of the box. It comes down to the focus of self-preservation, the opposition to the Opportunist's focus of self-interest.

The Voice of the Contrarian is similar, but it can be argued that he isn't exactly a trauma response. He is just a reaction to the self. There is a disorder (i cant remember the name) where its just constant denial and contradiction, and that feels more like him than anything. But we all know Conty. It's very clear his focus is Brewing Chaos. His affect can literally alter reality as the reality is being perceived.

The Voice of the Smitten is ... a little bit sad. I'm sure we all know about stockholm syndrome, but in a lot of instances, Smitten will trauma bond with the princess. It's as if she can do no wrong, right? even when she kills you? Multiple times? And will again? ? ? The sheer denial and willingness to be hurt is, yes, another trauma response, wanting the person you love to be perfect, and hoping that they are. His focus is effort; trying his best to love and be loved. Often in vain. It is arguable that his affect effects reality more than any other Voice.

Last but not least, The Voice of the Cheated. Thought of as weak, but could have been more if he was "treated fairly." Anyone who feels as though they have been treated unfairly in the past knows the desire to have things be fair. In the route of the Razor, he also has an incredible resolve and determination. His stubbornness comes from a need to "settle the score." He can unify, and eventually "empty the cup," as in letting go of his vengeance. All of the voices do not bother him. If anything, he is glad that everyone can have their effect, and he hopes his efforts will be enough. His focus is equality, and unity.

[floweycidal]

i feel like ur opinion on who chara dreemurr was as a person is entirely hinged on how you interpret these lines

my favorite thing about undertale is how interpretative everything is. it’s why i believe the fandom’s thrived so much

there aren’t any confirmation for a lot of things, only hints.

and chara is a character (heh) that defies easy categorization because of this

one minute they're getting halos drawn over their head, the next they're public enemy number one. 

are they good? bad? gray?

we get so hung up on the morality aspect of chara that we forget the most important thing of all, they were a person. 

a person— child.

a child that hasn’t had the years to work through it or even atone for the hurt they caused. 

a child that did not know love before they fell to the underground. 

a child, raised in darkness, suddenly thrust into sunshine. it's blinding, overwhelming. 

foreign. 

after poisoning asgore, their only reaction was to laugh. now, you can depict this in any way you like, but to me, it was an honest mistake. and chara's laughter was more of a nervous reaction. they probably couldn't fully grasp the gravity of their actions. this wasn’t an instance of them maliciously reveling in asgore’s suffering. i simply cannot see it that way no matter how hard i try

the dreemurrs were unlike any of the humans they knew. they genuinely loved and cared for chara who just… didn't know how to react or cope with it in a way most would consider "appropriate"

and actually! when you’re up against snowdrake’s mom:

chara expects frisk to laugh, just like they did when their dad got poisoned. it's horrible to look at. it's terrifying. but all they can do to cope is laugh

they FULLY expected frisk to do so too, but frisk just.. Doesn’t. 

chara was a human that found a family where they least expected it. they weren’t devoid of any good. they weren't so despondent.

they had hope in their eyes.

they were determined to liberate monsters

and having alrdy been hailed as the "hope" of monsterkind by their family n being the completionist (love this trait abt them btw) that they were:

they were going to see this through. push all the limits. use all means. they will have power.

this is where things get muddy.

chara is a creature of reason. their decision to poison themselves and die, allowing asriel to absorb their soul, was, in their view, the most optimal and effective choice. there was no future left for chara on the surface anyways. there was also no straightforward method to obtain a human soul. each realization logically led to the next until everything seamlessly aligned.

their plan kicked off and started going their way. they intentionally carried their own lifeless body and headed to their village, fully anticipating the reactions they'd provoke. they had hoped to show asriel just how horrible humans are. they had hoped that by doing this, asriel would understand. the reason why humans must all be eradicated.  

but to their utter shock, asriel resisted; he never fought back.

emotion foiled their plan, resulting in their own demise and that of their beloved brother. their sacrifice was for naught, the prospect of making peace between the two races has been tossed aside, irretrievably diminished.

asriel was right. chara wasn't exactly the greatest person. however, him acknowledging they weren't does not necessarily imply them to be a fervent force of evil (and i also think he meant it as in, he LITERALLY used to believe chara was the SINGLE greatest person, but eh, technicalities)

they were a flawed person, who died as such. they've made an abundance of bad choices in how they handled their trauma but that doesn't exempt them from redemption. especially not in a game that focuses on mercy and unconditional kindness and forgiveness and and and

and you know what? pacifist is their redemption. they don't rlly do anything that explicit in this route but. the silly narrations. the encouraging words frisk hears during asriel's boss fight. how frisk was able to save asriel and call out to him. i like to believe it was all chara. they've seen you prove that humans can be good too and with that..... they became a tool to free monsters, just as they had always intended :-]

[thejaytapes]

Gotta treat your inkling captive with great care, starting with some patching up after her long fall.

[The following is a scene co-written by me an @universeskies]

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"Wow… Such a beautiful Angelfish."

Those words had struck Marina like a bolt of lightning. The Octarian found herself practically recoiling in shock, making her fumble with her weapon and panic. By the time she recovered herself and pointed her weapon back at the invading inkling, he had passed out.

…Well, that had made her job easy enough. And she couldn't waste this moment.

She quickly frisked the inkling for weapons. No weapons.

But the bracelets on her arms looked sharp. She slid them off, carefully avoiding the studs in case they were laced with toxins and she kicked them off to the side.

Her heart raced, even through her intense focus, at how surreal this was.

She had never encountered an inkling invader this close. Usually, they were quick on their feet, focused, and deadly, just like DJ Octavio had told them. This inkling was at her mercy, bruised and bleeding.

Even as she carried the invader over her shoulder back to DJ Octavio to report her, the way the inkling's body slumped over her shoulder grabbed her attention.

This was a unique opportunity. If she played her cards right, she would have a subject to study - to extract more information about inklings and their weaknesses, she reasoned. Dig deeper into what kind of technology the Inkling Menace had in their arsenal - and what they didn't have. The more they knew about their enemy, the better she could help her people.

Although… admittedly she had her own personal interest behind her idea. Despite inklings being their sworn enemy, Marina always found herself deeply intrigued by them. She needed to study them to finally put her own nagging fascination to rest. As long as her curiosity blazed through her mind, she knew she wouldn't be able to proceed on her current projects. Not while a whole inkling fell right into her hands.

And that was when those few words the inkling spoke crept back into her mind.

What a beautiful angelfish…

Did he know what he was even looking at? What she was even saying? Marina doubted it. And yet, for her, those words made her skin prickle in a... surprisingly nice way.

Beautiful angelfish. Her. Beautiful angelfish.

No one had ever called her beautiful before. Her younger years were full of elder octarians cooing over how she was such a handsome young man, so polite and respectful for her age, and so well dressed in the typical attire meant for a young octoling man.

…What made this inkling find her to be beautiful? Now that... she needed to find out too.

Pearl's groans were very audible and the inkling that had fallen was squirming and wincing in pain from the tremendous fall.

Slowly, Pearl find herself conscious once again. "Ughhhhhh…what happe-!!! OUCH! URGH!!" Pearl was wide awake now. As he regained consciousness, the pain was more prevalent than ever.

"Ouuuuuuchhhhh… Jue la gran puta…la concha de la madre…" He hissed aloud and looked down at all his injuries. "What the shell just happened?? I feel like shit…What…" The fallen, and now confused inkling investigated her surroundings.

The MC Princess found himself far from any ordinary infirmary… or hospital room. It wasn't even any place she could recognize. The flickering lights and the rough state of the room made that clear.

"Oh!" Pearl laid his eyes on to the… inkling? No. This Inkling didn't look at all like, well, an Inkling. She had round ears, and hair that was curlier than any of the squid tentacle he has seen. No conjoined mask either, just a beautiful mask around both of her eyes, framing that very peculiar and special pupils.

Who was this? Her attire was very peculiar too, but then… slowly it dawned on him.

The image of this beautiful angelfish. pointing at her with what it could be a .52 Gal? Or a .96 Gal? Who knows, but Who cares as well.

"Yo! You're the beautiful…uhmmm, Inkling? Well no, more like Angelfish, yeah, that I saw! It wasn't a dream!" Pearl said outloud, almost forgetting the state he was in, but the wincing and soreness soon followed. "Ouch."

The Angelfish looked up from the medical supplies she was quickly gathering when she heard Pearl stirring, tensing up at the sight of his movement.

"Don't move." She ordered, in an alarmed but steady tone. "I'm going to stop the bleeding."

The tone and the way that this… (Healer? Nurse?? Medic???) spoke... It was so…magical yet so different to what Pearl had heard back in Inkopolis. Who was this?

However, the stern, concerned tone to her voice made the Punk Princess put her questions aside and made him look down at himself.

His spiked bracelets were gone and her hair wasn't tied up anymore. Her wounds that were barely clean and moving was just pushing for the bleeding to get worse.

"Oh! My B. Sorry." Pearl listened and stayed put. She could ask for his belongings later, but right now... She couldn't stop looking at this…Angelfish.

Pearl could've sworn that he had seen this kind of curly hair before.

The Angelfish frowned, intense with focus as she dabbed some pressure over Pearl's cuts. Her gaze trailed carefully over the inkling's mask, the wide shape of her tentacles, and the long, pointy ears… Then she quickly looked away, searching for a cleaning salve. She worked to clean each wound, leaning in closer as she seemed to take in more details of his face.

Then she moved on to her arms, holding out each arm to apply the salve there. Her gaze raked along the length of his arms, and then she pulled back to inspect his hands. "You inklings don't have any retractable barbs or claws, do you?" She asked, "Anything venomous?"

Pearl couldn't help but to look at her with curiosity at those questions. In fact... the way that He was being questioned… did he break something? He must have. That would explain why he had those injuries.

However, the stinging pain from the Angelfish's treatment made him focus and keep still. At least for now. But it still made him nagged at him…

"Ahhh shit, did I do the stereotypical bullshit that music stars do? Maaaaaan, I hope not." Pearl thought with a bit of sweat, hoping that wasn't the case. He didn't like drinking at all and never would, and she knew she wouldn't break anything... Well... if she doesn't find reason to do it.

Nonetheless, the Inkling shook his head. "Nope! I don't think We have those barbs or like… claws… Yours look pretty cool though!" Pearl said with a sincere smile, looking at the claws on the hands that were attending him. Surely this must be an Angelfish, and the most beautiful there ever was.

"Would be pretty cool though, if we had like… that power though. With flying! Oh man! That would make it extra cool!" The so-called Inkling Menace responds.

Then she paused, and added soberly, "Yo…if I like, broke something, I'm really sorry."

The Angelfish paused, glancing at her own fingers. She seemed to be having an internal battle with herself at the compliment. But Pearl saw her focused expression shift into a more... flustered expression.

Then she gave her head a little shake, and moved to grab the bandages and start to patch over the cleaned injuries.

"You broke through one of our domes. It'll be a simple repair." She explained, before turning her gaze back to look the inkling in the eye. "You don't have any weapons, and clearly you didn't… plan your trajectory, if I had to take a guess…" She said, glancing up and down at his injuries. "But you're still an invader, and you caught us at a really bad time, whatever you set out to do."

"Ohhh…" Pearl took time to fully process that. She fell… on the domes? He does remember hearing glass shattering and a really rough landing, and then seeing the pretty lady pointing the shooter weapon towards him. "Huh. That explains why I'm sore as shell! Hehe…" Despite it all, the inkling couldn't help but to laugh at the events that lead to here. A heartfelt laugh, with the feeling relief washing over her.

"Ahhh, Thank You though for patching me up…" Pearl said, gazing at her nurse in this case.

Looking closer at those eyes, the Punk inkling's gaze was so attracted to those round and soft, warm eyes. Eyes full of wonder. It set off so many thoughts for Pearl at that moment…

"Pretty eyes…" "That look…so beautiful" "Those are some cute eyebrows" "She is looking at me….I feel…good…"

The Angelfish seemed to jump a little after their eyes met for a long moment. She seemed... flustered. Which only made Pearl smile more.

"I-I… really appreciate it. My name's Pearl by the by." Pearl put in.

"Pearl…" The Angelfish echoed quietly, patting Pearl's now-bandaged arm. "I'm… I prefer Marina." She stated.

"Marina…" Pearl repeats it and smiles warmly.

"Thats a pretty name. Fitting for an Angelfish like You." Pearl felt like her hearts were thumping so much.

Almost like... The world seemed a bit brighter, as though a bit of a color has been regained ever since starting her journey in her music career, as none other than the MC Princess. "…But You are much prettier."

Unbeknownst to him, as he made his forward comment, Marina felt as though the world was just a little more colorful as well.

[vyletbunni]

vb!Underfall's Frisk, will rip that thing out of their body?？

（ah…Why am I curious about this?？？Probably not, if they don't care much about the players.）

i dont think i've actually posted about vb!underfell (not final name) on tumblr yet, so uhh... it's an idea i have for a gg!underfell reboot

a bunch of stuff i've thought of for it :3

anyway, it's planned to be an animation series (much more narrative focused than gg!uf), so player involvement will be super de-emphasized.

everything here is subject to change (especially if and when i decide to pursue it)

[songfell-ut]

Songfell anniversary post, pt 2

Choo choooo here comes the second train of Songfell images I collected via posts and reblogs from this specific Tumblr, which means there's lots of video art not included. Kudos to @nuvex for the cutest cake-eater yes she is <3

(Part 1, Part 3)

Nuvie's other Frisk is frigging fantastic. I took embarrassingly long to notice the Delta Rune designs on the cover. I was focusing on her...lots of things, but I'm allowed to say "boobs" on my own blog. Anyway, picking back up chronologically:

This is Frisk's hobby: cleaning up blood and sending people to jail at two in the frickin' morning. I believe these were the first pieces we got from @marihem :3

@venelona takes us through storytime, where it is established that Kris was a little boy who is vanished the end

*humming "Memory" from Cats*

Studying things that need to be studied

Everyone went on about Dr. Serif being Snape, but I actually gave Catler1 a reference of Soren from Fire Emblem.

I think I've reposted this one like 15 times. Just look at all the details @sharkowskii put on the table ;_;

Someone doesn't like listening to humans apologizing for Frisk about how much they suck and making Frisk not be there where he can see her >:( @smolspoopy captured it quite effectively.

Speaking of capture: here Vene shows us one of Sans' biggest regrets in trying to ditch Frisk

...Speaking of regrets in trying to ditch Frisk

This has become one of my favorite reaction images. Thank u Mari

Not from the same point in the story, but @feelisia got the same feeling here

Now we are less >:o and a lot more DDDDD:

Yadda yadda assassin, and it turns out she cute :|

The wild, sexy shenanigans they get up to when it's just the two of them :3 Studying all night long~ (Thanks, @moonrosebunnie!)

Some of my favorite shenanigans: tiny lady getting in a giant monster's face because he's being a dick 🤬 Frisk is not into that kind of dick, thank you, sir (and Sharky)

And last in this batch, from @mambourin, is Frisk being courted by a dude with......no I refuse to make a "wingman" pun, partly because I'm pissed I didn't think of it earlier. Gotta remember that one.

[ut-museum-guide]

Museum Overhaul

Auto (@auto-utm) and I decided it was high time to reorganized the archive, especially the fanfiction section.

Did you know we had more than 80 stories archived? - I certainly did not. heh.

The plan is to organize the fanfiction and comics together into perspective categories.

1st - Reader Ship Perspective

The fics focus on romance, s3x, etc.

2nd - Reader Mix Perspective

The fics are not romanced focused or have elements of interest aside from romance.

The Museum will also have first person perspective fics categorizing by the main character being a Skeleton or Human (Frisk/OC).

Last, due to the prevelence of Bittybones and Mermaid/Sirentale/Leviathantale, we'll also sort by these lovely creatures.

Stay tuned for more updates on @undertale-museum!

[hana-bun]

another doodle of my humanized asriel/flowey, in color!! although he looks human, he can revert back to his original form like so ^o^ i used to draw and post him a lot back in 2019, when i happened to the same special interest in flowey gijinkas with a mutual.

there's a little more to him than just turning a non-human character human, which i'll infodump more below the cut:

* This is an au placed in a post-pacifist world.

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I made a better ending for Asriel since he got his soul back (though a little incomplete). It allowed him a chance to grow up and develop a much more mature mentality compared to the one he's been stuck in for ages unchanged.

But humans do not take kindly to the presence of monsters. Instead of the peace monsterkind wanted, another war broke out after decades of tension. The humans of the present no longer had access to magic, focusing solely on "cleansing." The mountain was no longer safe, so instead, monster civilization scattered around the world, becoming myths and legends.

Asriel, curiously, did not follow after the rest of his people. He studied runes from eras long bygone when magic still runs free in every corner of the world. One of them includes a polymorph-like spell that allows one to alter themselves to another. He decided to take the form of a human and hid among them.

I currently don't have strong motives for him to do so. I think he just wants to live a peaceful life without having to be in hiding.

so here he is :] !!

Trivia:

✧ Asriel decided to be a florist because of two things: knowledge and experience from his father, and the other- well, if you were a flower once, you'll know how to take care of them, won'tcha?

✧ The flower on his arm isn't really a Flowey perse. Every seed originating from his magic will grow into somewhat sentient flowers, and they'll always be golden flowers.

✧ He's still very bad at names despite the magic aptitude. Asriel tried to combine both of his names (flowey + asriel) -> "floriel".

• Frisk suggested a similar sounding one "florian" since it's an existing human name.. they went through alot of baby names books. He goes by this one eventually.

✧ Technically, he's suppressing his power by keeping the magic in check in order to stay in the human form constantly. He's been doing it for years.

oh there i go again with my hyperfixation 😭 sorry for the ramble. thanks for taking the time to read this little au for my blorbo! i dont even have a name for it haha

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[katiekatdragon27]

"Ooh o wooh o ooooooowaaaoohhhhhh o woah oh Story of Underta- I mean Rayman~~~"

I was listening to Minecraft parodies with my fam earlier, and then "To The Bone" by JT music came on and made my brain activate.

You would think that since that song focuses on Snas and Papyrus, I'd draw Glombrox and Raymesis (cuz that's who they are) but no. No. The teensies are more valuable to me lol.

Day 2 of proving I'm Goth Teensy's biggest fan

But long story short, GT is Frisk, and the Undergroud is the Livid Dead. Goth is Frisk cuz I'm biased because he is the only teensy i could imagine deciding to wander down there for fun one day and being dumb enough to fall into its depths. Also, he's younger than most people imo, so child. All the monsters are nightmares or creatures who were antagonists at some point.

Honestly, most of them are just chill guys except for Ales, who is Asriel here. His Flowey design was such a pain in the ass to color, but I vibe with it now. He's Flowey bc of the whole talking through his hat thing and being the lead antagonist for two games. Also, in his original concept work, he was supposed to be a baddie with good intentions, and that's Asriel, so it works pretty well.

I'd write more, but lazy lol. Of anyone has any ideas or suggestions, lay'em out. I'd love to hear them<3

Have a lovely day homies^^

[spiderprincess-suffet]

SUNFLOWERVERSE CHAPTER 1 (PARTS 4,5,6)

Characters:

Betty Noire - Camila Cuevas| Au varient by Me

Daisy Frisk - venomousheart1

Underswap Temmie - Original by Popcorn Pr1nce|redesign varient by Me

Sunflowerverse follows the story of Betty from glitchtale, as she goes through a Multiversal redemption arc while living with Dream in the Omega Timeline taking on the new name of Sunflower! or just Sunnie for short, and while yes Sunnie is the main focus there are many different plot lines and characters that also take the main focus as the farther we go into the series you'll get full on comic lines on them no Sunflower included lol, closest thing I can compare it to is Zoophobia where it starts off focusing on one group of characters but then branches out showing the lives of more and more people over time.