#underfell cruelty

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

A late but cute picture of Immy and Colton decorating for Christmas

[bittieswithbrokenbones]

A stray edgy gets scrubbed clean.

He used his tiny hands to rip the hole in the screen wider and frantically climbed in, smearing mud all through and across the window sill. As soon as he was past the threshold and officially out of the way-too-sudden downpour, he sat down and let out a relieved sigh. Once he had calmed himself, he got up and started looking around.

He had never been in a house; he'd actually only interacted with humans once. It's how he found out that his 'type' was one of the most hated ones and that experience had left him with a crack in his skull to prove it. So while his knowledge of humans was limited, he had a very specific and negative view of them.

He's not even sure what he was expecting when he climbed inside but this definitely wasn't it. The room was spotless and decorated very minimally. He couldn't see too much with the lights off but everything seemed meticulously cleaned, not even a speck of ash in the fireplace or a crumb on the shaggy rug. It honestly felt a little… off. The bitty waited a few minutes, listening carefully for any signs of a human before he figured he was alone.

Grabbing onto the curtain with his muddy hands, he slowly climbed down from the window and dropped to the floor. He tracked the mud a few feet before he shook the rest of it out of his bones and splattered it around. He was so cold but he knew he had to stay strong, he'd gone this long without clothes and he'd survived more than one rainstorm, he just needed to dry off, get warm, and hide until the rain stops. Then he can leave the same way he entered.

Or, that was the plan, until he felt how comfy the rug was and sat on it to run his hands through it. He'd never felt something so soft in his life and maybe it was just the adrenaline from the past ten minutes wearing off but he was exhausted.

Maybe he could just rest for a few minutes. A power nap, five minutes tops.

…

He was startled awake by a loud SLAM and scrambled up only to run face-first into a plastic wall. Quickly, he turned around and ran the other way just to knock into the wall again. He desperately glanced around and when he looked above him, he froze.

A woman was kneeling over him, holding a large plastic bowl to keep him trapped under. She had some form of thick rubber gloves on and a white mask that covered the lower half of her face which just brought even more of his attention to her gaze that seemed near-violent.

Those eyes terrified him, brought him back to that night where his head hit the ground with a crack. So he did the only thing he could think of, bare his teeth and hope he intimidated. He didn't, obviously, the combination of his tiny bitty teeth on display and the fearful tremors wracking his body did not paint any kind of 'intimidating' picture.

"Aw, is that meant to scare me?" she cooed in a mocking manner, "How cute."

His face flushed in embarrassment at her tone and he balled up his fists before pounding angrily at the wall of the bowl and shouting. The woman only hummed and, quicker than he could react, tilted the bowl with one hand so she could reach in and grab him tight with the other.

He screeched and attacked her hand as she pulled him out, careful not to let him get close to her face while tilting him left and right as if

"What a filthy little trespasser!" Her voice has taken on a sugary sweet quality that for any other bitty may have made them pause but he just tried biting down on her glove harder. The rubber was thick though and she didn't even react to his attack as she got up from the floor and started making her way through the house.

"Are you a stray? Are you? I think you are, look, you haven't even learned to speak, have you?" She continued to talk in a way that was mostly at him instead of to him as she walked up the stairs, "A poor stray edgy with no mommy to keep him clean…"

His jaw was starting to hurt from biting so he instead just continued to dig and scratch at her glove while growling at her. Her eyes only crinkled in a smile as she opened the door to her bathroom before locking it behind her. She gave him a gentle pat on his head with the other glove then peeled his tiny hands off of the one he was holding on to and set him into the tub.

While she got up and rummaged around in the closet and under the sink, he shouted gibberish and wildly tried skittering up the sides of the tub before falling right back down. Frustrated tears started gathering in his eye sockets as he tried over and over again but just kept sliding back down.

When she came back, she placed a bucket of cleaning supplies down into the tub beside him. Reaching in, she picked out a spray bottle of cleaner and aimed it towards his face, squeezing the trigger.

He hacked violently and covered his eye sockets in pain when she sprayed into his face. She sprayed him again and again until his entire body was soaked and dripping in the chemical; his mouth and eyes burned while the rest of his bones only tingled slightly.

Setting down the bottle, she reached back into the bucket and pulled out a steel scrub pad. The edgy slowly pulled away his hands and started to blink through the painful blurriness with red fat tears flowing freely down his face. The noise he let out when she grabbed him this time was a mixture between a whimper and a snarl that made her laugh.

"Don't worry, your new mommy will wash you up nice and good, okay?"

Without a second thought, she starts roughly scrubbing him. He screams bloody murder while the metal makes thousands of deep and fine scratches along every surface of his body but she just hums a little tune over his sounds. As she scrapes his bones raw and reddish, stretching out his arms to dig into every nook and cranny, the tingle from the chemicals bursts into an excruciating burn that has him twitching and spasming in her hand.

"Most people hate edgies, you know?" she says suddenly, adjusting her grip and scrubs in harsh and heavy circles around his skull, making sure to dig the metal into his crack to scrape it up and get any dirt out. "I think most of them just don't know how to handle you guys."

"A violent and rough bitty needs an equally violent and rough hand to keep them in line." She finally drops the scrub pad and stares at him. It's not like he could hear her over his screams but even if he could, he probably wouldn't be able to understand anyways. After a few seconds, his screams die down to enraged sobs and she turns on the cold water to rinse him off. He tries weakly one last time to bite her hand but opening his jaw that wide stings worse so he clenches it shut with a whimper.

She very quickly pushes him under the water, ignoring his flinch and yelp. Within a minute, the water is shut off and he's being carried back downstairs, wrapped tightly in an all-too-soft hand towel. It reminds him of the rug and it's so nice on his wounded bones that he can feel himself starting to drift to sleep despite himself. He doesn't want to go to sleep, he wants to rip her eyes out and bite her fingers off and run out the window and- and-

"I'll take good care of you! I'll keep you happy and clean and well-fed, okay, little edgy?" She places a tiny kiss on his skull that he winces at prior to setting him down gently on the couch. Letting out a quiet sniffle, he watches her walk away from him, carefully stepping around the tiny muddy prints as she makes her way towards the window he crawled in from.

"Although… we might want to get rid of those hands and teeth, first."

His eyes close shut at the same time the window locks with an audible click.

[the-writing-mobster]

Nothing but hate and slander. I just wanted to see if there was any sweet content. :(

Anyway, the Frans community on Tumblr is filled with some of the sweetest, most amazing writers and artists ever, and I love all of my mutuals 💖💖🫶🫶🫰🫰

[yanderes-galore]

could you write the yandere alphabet for Sans (Underfell)?

I can try, sure. Hope this came out well. Darling is implied to be human bur I kept it mostly vague.

Yandere Alphabet - UnderFell! Sans

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Violence, Jealousy, Isolation, Kidnapping, Murder mention, Stalking, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I don't think Sans shows his affection in an over the top way. Past all the edge he does express some sort of care. He expresses his obsession through protective/possessive behavior.

He can be intense just in general, especially when pursuing you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

In a world where it's Kill or Be Killed, I imagine he wants to get messy. However, him using his powers makes him a target. So he may restrain most of his powers and kill in private.

The moment he snaps though? Everyone's in danger, perhaps even you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

If he abducted you it's because he has either possessive or protective intentions. In terms of mocking you, yes. He probably mocks you at times.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

I'd say he would, yeah.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Sans is careful when showing vulnerability. In fact you'd rarely see it unless you two were really alone. Sans always looks intimidating and rarely slips from that.

The only time he's vulnerable around you is during a mental breakdown. Even then he can get volatile.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Amused for the most part. He is capable of restraining you but appreciates the fact you have some fight.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

A little for both, he does find it all amusing. Unless you get on his nerves

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

In UnderFell, there's a lot of bad experiences. In terms of Sans? Well...

A mental breakdown from him can release his powers, which could hurt you. An idea he loathes.

Even when he shows frustration, like when you refuse him, he may accidentally harm you. So... any moment that makes Sans lose control may be the worst experience

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't really care. He just knows he wants you to himself and wants to keep you away from Asgore.

Even if it means locking you away from everyone.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Yes he does get jealous. He wants to lash out but tries to soothe himself for the sake of keeping his powers hidden. Trust me, if he had his way?

He doesn't mind a bit of murder.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Protective and possessive. He is always around you in some way, just watching your journey. Others have a feeling he's taken a claim to you.

They can just tell with the way Sans' temper flares around others staring at you. In a way you are very safe... yet also in the most danger.

Because you befriended him he acts nice, but you should know what he's capable of.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He starts by just watching from a distance. When he feels like he can, he'll talk to you face to face. He's slow with his obsession until he feels rushed... like you being in danger.

If he feels your life is in danger, he'll step in. By step in... I mean he may abduct.

You're one of the only things that matters to him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

A little, yeah, he's more caring with you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I would assume he would, but he has to be careful. If he disciplines you too much then he may break something. As much as his anger wants him to, he tries to stay away from physical punishment.

Stuff like isolation or restraints... something to keep you in place.

Although... push him too far and who knows what will happen.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot, but to be fair, in a land where Asgore rules you didn't have many anyways.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, borders on impatient.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

With time... but he never really forgets you.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but for the most part no, also no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Childhood/His environment.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He leaves you alone for the most part, he isn't good with comfort.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

More violent (?)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not any I can think of.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Unfortunately yes.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not a worship yandere but would kill many for you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can pine for awhile as long as he knows you're safe.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Yes.

[canvas-madness-txc]

Midnight Coffee Race

{Underfell Papyrus X Reader}

TW- This one- shot contains mentions of: insomnia, bullying, and trauma. If the following subjects make you uncomfortable please scroll off this fic.

"You should sleep."

"I AM NOT HUMAN, THEREFORE, I DO NOT REQUIRE SLEEP."

You sighed. This conversation usually led nowhere. Today wasn't going to be anything different. You knew Papyrus had trouble with sleep, but still the fact he was constantly awake bothered you. It was not good for him. You felt that he knew that as well. Why he denied anything was wrong was a mystery to you. Still you decided to try again.

"Still. Human or not, you can't just not sleep. Besides when was the last time you slept anyways," you asked.

"I CAN AND I WILL. AND FOR THE RECORD WHEN I HAVE SLEPT IS NOT ANY OF YOUR CONCERN," he retorted. You could feel him beginning to look uncomfortable, although hiding it with annoyance.

"Well," you pressed on. He shifted a bit before he spoke.

"...I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN AGES."

"Papyrus!?" He seemed slightly taken aback at the change in your tone. There were few arguments between the two of you. This was different. Not that it was out of line. Ages. How long could that be? A few weeks? Months? Years? You would never know, and he would never tell you. You shook your head.

"I don't like this, it could be really bad for you. Just try to get some sleep. Okay," you said. He didn't respond. You left the room to do something else. The conversation still bugged you, but you tried to push it off.

"hey." You flinched and turned around.

"Oh hey, Sans." You relaxed. You've known Sans for a while, but him sneaking up on you via shortcut never got easier.

"so the argument still went nowhere huh," he started. Sans knew for his brother's problems. You could tell he felt some guilt that he couldn't do much about it. Like Papyrus, you could never figure out why. With what little they told you about the Underground, it probably had to do with that. You frowned. Everything you knew; from the war, to what happened to the fallen humans, to the effect it had on the monsters. It struck you the wrong way. Sans noticed it and quickly began to reassure you.

"eh don't worry about it too much. cruelty was standard back then and things are better now," he tried. You didn't know whether he was trying to convince you or himself. You shrugged.

"I know. It just he's been refusing sleep for who knows how long and doesn't really do anything about it. I'm getting worried." Sans nodded. You wanted to be alone for a while. He must've noticed since he teleported to who knows where.

That night, you were feeling quite restless yourself. How ironic, you mused. To tell Papyrus to sleep while you're barely getting any yourself.

Sliding out of bed, you went out into the kitchen. Maneuvering the dark proved some difficulty since you didn't want to draw attention to the others. Stumbling through the house, you managed to find the kitchen.

"YOU'RE STILL UP?" Your head shot up. Of course he'd be awake. What part of you thought you'd be the only one up? You knew how stubborn Papyrus could be. Even still, you nodded. He motioned for you to sit down. As you sat down, you SOUL was telling— screaming at you that something was wrong. He sat quiet, contrasting his usual loud, confident self. There was a cup of coffee on the table in front of him. He grabbed its handle with vice-like grip. You both sat in silence for a while. Slowly, you broke it first.

"You okay?" He paused and turned to look at you.

"YES."

*He's lying.

"Did you have a nightmare or something."

"NO!" He clamped his mouth shut. His tone softened as fast as it sharpened.

"I'M FINE. YOU DON'T NEED TO KEEP ASKING ME," he corrected. You tried to believe him but still your mind refused to accept it.

"Don't shut me out. You had a nightmare. Tell me what happened so I can fix it." He gave a small laugh.

"I ADMIRE YOUR TENACITY, BUT THERE IS NOT MUCH YOU CAN DO TO FIX EVERYTHING THAT PREVENTS ME FROM FALLING ASLEEP."

"Well you could always start by telling me why," you offered. Again you were met with silence. You thought he was going to shut this idea down. Then, he spoke up.

"I DON'T SLEEP. MY MIND HAS THE SCARY CAPABILITIES OF BEING DARK AND DEMENTED."

"You're afraid of your dreams?"

"...YES," he said quietly. You stared at him for a while, not knowing what to say.

"I KNOW. I KNOW. IT'S PATHETIC," he said putting his skull in his hands, "BUT NOTHING I DO CAN MAKE WHAT HAPPENED DOWN THERE GO AWAY." You took it all in. He had just told you one of his most vulnerable problems. Something that could have harmed him back Underground. You didn't know what to do. Without thinking, you grabbed one his hands.

"You're not pathetic. You've just been through a lot. If there's anything on your mind, you can tell me," you said smiling at him. He tried denying it, but you could tell he was grateful for it.

So he told you. He told you everything. The cruel conditions the Underground had been in when Asgore had issued that proclamation. The normalization of bullying. "Kill or be killed" became the motto.

He told you how he was stuck in the midst of it all.

Papyrus had told you how Asgore had made him a guard and the scar that would forever remind him of all the mistakes he had made. He told you the distance that started forming with his brother. He told you how his friendship with Undyne fell to pieces. And you listened. You let him pour his SOUL out. It pained you and you both knew, but you wanted to be there for him.

The worst part wasn't what he said. It wasn't the mistakes he made. It wasn't even anything he had done in the Underground.

The worst part is how he blamed himself.

The way he spoke of himself was so different than the way he portrayed himself. It was different from who he actually was. If words could hit, these would strike the mightiest of blows to you. You hated watching someone you cared for so deeply berate himself for trauma. There had to be a way to make him stop.

So you did. Instinctively, you pulled him to a hug. He stopped mid-sentence.

"AM I SCARING YOU?"

"No I just thought you needed this," you replied. He scoffed.

"YOU CAN'T JUST HUG ME AND THINK EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE OKAY." You looked at him.

"Maybe they won't be okay, but they'll be better. We'll have each other and help each other," you said pulling away to meet his gaze, "It's not going to fix everything that happened, but it would make it hurt less. You noticed Papyrus beginning to smile. He caught himself and pulled you back in so you couldn't see. Giggling, you let him have this.

"You still need to sleep though."

"LIKE YOU'RE ONE TO TALK RIGHT NOW."

"how 'bout you both go to bed!? i can hear your lover's quarrel from in here and the door's closed," Sans yelled from his bedroom. You both paused. Papyrus facepalmed and you rolled your eyes.

"He's not wrong we should get to bed," you said.

"AND FIND A BETTER PLACE TO TALK," Papyrus added bitterly, walking out of the kitchen. You followed him.

"Well we can think of that in the morning."

[74yungririe]

Underfell Chasriel

It’s never peaceful in the underground.

Not for long anyways. It’s what Chara cherishes during their days of solitude away from the royal family and monsters that go about. Which isn’t much.

A noisy bunch they all are. Too noisy, too violent.

Staring down from the cityview makes them feel like they're on top of the world. Funny, considering they aren’t royalty nor wanted. Being human has its ups and downs here. A lot of downs, actually.

Can’t have everything go your way, they suppose.

Still, the empty hall being nothing but monochrome has its moments. For one — the view of the underground never fails to distract them from their thoughts. Beyond the ugly cruelty and twisted dispositions lie the beauty hidden in the swamp-infested horrors. The tall buildings and smaller homes for all creatures expand farther than what Chara can see.

Chara’s sure nobody above would believe this amazing view would exist in a desolate place.

There’s nothing else to see besides the cityscape, otherwise.

But it’s not so bad.

Sitting on the cold ground, legs crossed, Chara breathes the peaceful silence. Rather lonely, but it’s not like they’ve had their peace to themselves all the time. Their predicament is an anomaly amongst most things in the world. It’s a treat, nonetheless.

They can always take the elevator and head down to the CORE. It’s not like they’ve done much. Sightseeing around Hotland wouldn’t be so bad either considering the few rogues around have stopped trying to kill them.

Would they risk it right now though? Chara’s lips purse together. Maybe not.

If anything, they’d suspect a monster (usually a Froggit or an annoying Migosp) to pop up and bother them again. That’s what usually happens when they let their guard down. At least it wasn’t like a year or two ago. The amount of times they’ve been a target to kill was a huge pain—

“There you are.”

Their ears perk at the familiar monotone. They look over their shoulder, a smile crawling up their face.

“Greetings, Asriel.”

Said monster scoffs back in return. Arms crossed over the familiar red-and-black stripe sweater as he leans against the wall. Red eyes glaring down at the nonchalant human child.

“Howdy,” he answers back sarcastically.

The brunette doesn’t mind his snarky behavior. Arrogance and irritation sketch over his expression the moment their gazes met. Yet, he pushes himself off the wall and struts their way before plopping down next to them. His black pants crease when he scoots a bit closer.

“Quit sneaking off without saying anything, idiot.” He says immediately.

Chara quirks a brow. Lopsided grin slapped across their face. “I did, though. I said I’d come here.”

His eye twitches.

“No, you didn’t!” Of course, they didn’t.

Chara doesn’t admit despite being caught, merely chuckling the lie away, as they pull their legs close.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do you take me for a fool?”

“Just a little bit.”

“God, you’re insufferable.”

“You told me that already.” Asriel groans at their bickering, to their amusement, stretching his legs out. “Training didn’t go well? Your insults have gone staler than usual.”

The goat kid bares his teeth at the jab. “As if. I did way better than my last training! Heh, the trainer couldn’t last against my blows this time.”

His lips curl into a devilish smirk. Arrogance huffs from his snout as his eyes gleam at the memory. Their attention falls to the golden locket around his neck that bounces along his motion.

Chara can imagine it already. Like the first time Asriel ’allowed them permission’ to watch his little sparring session. How magic proficient he was for a child that matches the peak of his rude attitude.

(…Though they were nearly harmed in the one-on-one training session from just being in the same room alone, Toriel forbade them from being around the room. He was strangely reluctant about it, but listened.)

Humming, “then what’s gotten you so prickly?”

Asriel’s brows furrow. And for a moment, they were prepared for the stream of complaints, about ’not being prickly’ and other interjections as his smirk drops.

Yet, he doesn’t.

Just the uncharacteristic silence accompanies his frown and his blank face. Those fluffy ears hide it from them.

“You’re really weird, y’know.”

That’s… not a first.

Chara tugs the front of their shirt, red with a black stripe like his sweater, a little. The gold chain grazes their arm below their shirt’s white collar. “And? You say that all the ti—”

“You came here again.” Asriel cuts them off. Eyes glued ahead.

The shift in topic is also strange. And he calls them weird. Confusion flashes in their eyes. “Because it’s boring staying at home.”

“Staying here isn’t any different either. It’s the same boring shit you see every other day,” Asriel rebuts, “what’s so interesting about this place anyways…”

“You act like you won’t be doing that once you become king.” The human snickers. They only received a growl in response before glancing back at the city. Reflecting on their own words, it releases the playfulness at the thought.

“Just answer the question.” He scowls, exasperated. Impatience hints through his fingers drumming on his lap.

In the back of their mind, they think about pulling his leg around the topic again. Risk the temper tantrum he’d likely cause for the sake of humoring themselves a little bit. Instead, their eyes trail back to Asriel before returning to the gray scenery. Building lights glowing from afar.

“...No reason.”

“...huh?”

“I had no reason. It’s pretty. That’s all.” They throw their head back as they continue, locking gazes when they notice him staring. “You also said you’d be quick so I thought I’d wait.” Since you’d whine about it, they think of adding but decide against it.

Asriel isn’t convinced. “That can’t be the only reason you came here again...” Yet, their statement pleases him nonetheless from the way his brows relax.

Chara prompts their chin on their palm, elbow supported by their knee. “About the underground being pretty or waiting for you?”

“Obviously the first one!”

Again, they snicker. It’s so fun poking at him.

They’re quick to cover up their little amusement once he glares at them for the umpteenth time. “Well, I don’t know what you wanna hear, but I’m not lying about what I said.” 

Their ‘adoptive sibling’ huffs, leaning back with his hands flat on the ground. The doubtful look he spares them doesn’t last for long before he’s back to observing the boring scenery he complained so crudely about. Furry fingers tugging on his long sleeves.

“Do all humans think the same way as you? Just being mindless like that…” Ah, he ends up complaining anyways.

“Then…” They hum thoughtfully. “Why’d you come looking for me?”

Something flashes in their eyes when they notice the jolt in his body. Tensing up from a simple question searching for a simple answer. His fur stands stiff along with the rest of his form and Chara’s drinking in poor attempts of acting casual. News flash: it’s a sight for sore eyes for all his pompous attitude caused.

Asriel makes a face. A stutter in his words unfitting of the rude prince before looking away, narrowed eyes and cheeks hidden by his ears. “Mom nagged me to find you since she couldn’t find you anywhere.”

Chara simply stares at him, unimpressed. Toriel isn’t around at this time of day. Usually out for errands and snail hunting if they recall. Stupid.

(Huh, his ears turn a light red too…)

“Dad’s not gonna be happy if he hears you’re slacking off.”

They counter back. An obvious bluff, as far as the eye could tell. The king still isn’t fond of them. Never has, never been. The few instances he has don’t compete to the care Toriel at least spares for the human. But right now, it’s all in good fun when they pretend to push themselves off the ground and tattle to their adoptive ‘father’ to add emphasis to their teasing lie.

Asriel deadpans. “As if he’d believe you, idiot. It’s not like you could tell him.”

They expected as much. “Yeah, yeah, I was only kidding.” Though the subtle peace has been ruined by his unnecessary poking, the idea of returning home and rolling in their bed sounds nice…

“Wait—!”

The sudden grip around their bare arm startles them out of the thought. Soft, warm, nearly ticklish if not for the strong hold keeping them seated on the ground.

Chara darts their surprise to the same whining goat from moments earlier. His face was just as flustered.

“Just…” Eyes remaining on his death grip around their arm. Teeth gritting together followed by a sigh. “...nevermind.”

They tilt their head. Brown locks fall accordingly, brushing along the ends of their face before plopping down again. “What? Something wrong?”

His vice grip relaxes and his hand falls back to his side. “I said it’s nothing.” His expression doesn’t match his words. “We’re here anyways, so we can just stay for a while.”

“But you said Mom—”

“—and I say we’re staying.” Asriel stresses, voice nearly echoing in the empty area. He gives a quick side-eye look and frowns. “I already came all the way here so it’d be a waste to go back now.”

Chara blinks at his squirming. Hand instinctively flies over the memorial gift around their neck. Craning their head closer, he’s quick to look elsewhere. Anywhere but them. 

Soft red coating his furry cheeks, unable to hold eye contact, his usual threats lighter than usual…

…Ah, they recognize that look. When he grumbles yet stays when he doesn’t have to. How pride prevents himself from speaking up despite the evident hints he gives away.

He misses them.

Chara’s grin mellows into a softer smile. They clasp their locket tighter, holding it close to their heart — their soul — while leaning back. Shoulders brushing with the young prince’s. He nearly jumps in place from gentle touch alone. Hehe, that doofus.

Behind the coldness and his rough attitude — even as he refrains from telling them it had nothing to do with their mother — Asriel’s fun to mess with.

“Whatever you say, dork.”

x—x—x—x

inspired by @yellow-h's cute doodle of them!!

[ivyprism]

The Sun, the Moon, and the Eclipse The Parents (Info Dump)

Warnings: Mentions of cruelty, implied childhood abuse, implied murder, etc.

Short-ish.

Nótt - The Night

Personality: He is the father of the Sun, the Moon, and the Eclipse. He is a very cruel and harsh person. He reared his sons to be constantly at odds with one another, believing that this would make them stronger. Despite this, he loves his sons but pays great attention to what his wife says would make them stronger. He has yet to comprehend the extent of his actions, but when he does, things may turn out differently than his sons expect. He can be cold and severe in general, not that much different from a winter storm during the night, yet he can also be quite caring and compassionate.

Appearance: He is a skeleton monster. He has a large gaping crack in his left eyesocket. His eyes ombre from dark blue (close to black) to soft blue. He is 6'11"

Dagna - The Day

Personality: She is harsh and vicious. She has little regard for her children and only values her husband, whom she manipulates like a puppet. Her rage is greater than that of any other individual you will meet. She goes straight for the throat and doesn't back down. She purposefully wrecked her sons' relationship for personal benefit. She feels no remorse or regret for what she has done. She is vicious and unmerciful, with no remorse for the lives she has damaged, the people she has killed, or anything she was the catalyst of. She only feels pride for her sons when they do something she deems worthy of their roles.

Appearance: She is a beautiful skeleton monster. She has eye lights that are orange that ombres into a harsh red. She has not a single scar on her. She is 5'2".

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @underfell-crystal @buff-borf-bork @hearty-dose-of-ranch @monomori3

[consideringscholar]

Thoughts On UnderFell AUs

So; Underfell. An AU vvhere monster society has been driven tovvards violence and cruelty in a misguided attempt to become stronger.

Fundamentally, Underfell versions of the characters of Undertale are the same people; the difference being that the society around them has forced them to act cruel to others, no matter vvhat they desire. This is important to note as it helps vvriters of -Fell stories keep a firm grip on characterisation and thus the plot itself.

On the topic of AUs in general, it is important to note the differences that AUs make to the vvorld. Obviously, -Svvap AUs svvitch the characters vvith others to change certain roles. For example, Alphys becomes the Determined VVarrior, and Undyne becomes the Royal Scientist. But importantly, this vvould change the Human’s journey significantly (in Svvap, that vvould be Chara).

If Alphys vvere the Determined VVarrior, she vvouldn’t suddenly live in VVaterfall. She’s still a lizard, and she’d still live in Hotland. But Undyne’s fight in Undertale proper only ends due to environmental factors; that is, overheating from her heavy armour and Hotland’s natural temperature.

As a middle-ground betvveen the cold of Snovvdin and the heat of Hotland, VVaterfall vvould not be cold enough to trigger a similar defeat for -Svvap Alphys, and as a result Chara vvould need to backtrack through ALL of VVaterfall if they hope to bring the fight to an end, as they vvould need to make Alphys cold; something only tenable in Snovvdin.

Back to the point of -Fell, the matter of the Determined VVarrior’s source of determination is also important. In none-Fell AUs, the Royal Leader is beloved by their people, and this extends to the Determined VVarrior in the form of great loyalty. Hovvever, in -Fell AUs, the Royal Leader maintains control through fear and might, not kindness. Given that the Determined VVarrior is kind at heart, this vvould not inspire great loyalty in them. Thus, they vvould be far easier to convince to stop; likely through a combination of kindness and the Human being so hard to beat that trying to kill them isn’t vvorth all the effort just to give a hated Leader enough povver to start a global vvar.

Additionally, different Soul Traits become more important in some AUs. VVhile Determination is still likely the most important, in -Fell AUs for example, Kindness vvould be even more important than normal. Befriending someone is not enough to make them accept hope for a better future than the brutal regime of Fell!Royal Leader. It vvould require a combination of ceaseless kindness and ceaseless victory to shovv that caring for others is not vveakness.

In -Fell AUs like this, perhaps it vvould also be vvise to integrate these changes in Trait Importance into the theoretical gameplay. In Undyne’s fight, Kindness’ Fight Mechanic is shovvn to be the ability to block attacks instead of dodging them. Novv, as a combination of Determination and Kindness vvould be needed in -Fell AUs, these vvould need to be combined somehovv. An image is shovvn belovv of hovv that might vvork.

Additionally, it is important to note that monster attacks are supposed to be representations of themselves, and a sort of greeting. In a vvorld vvhere monster society isolates people and degrades their mental health, monster attacks vvould actually become significantly vveaker; thus, the common folk, vvho aren’t isolated from actual danger by noble privilege or security vvould likely take up physical vveapons to make up for this vveakness, leading to the Shield being less of a manifestation of a Soul Trait and more of a literal, physical shield. Perhaps for more edge, as befits UnderFell, the Human could deflect attacks vvith a svvord of something, like Parrying in Sekiro: Shadovvs Die Tvvice. As cuteness vvould have significantly less of an impact on hovv hard monsters try to kill the Human due to society making them desensitised to violence, more advanced vveaponry vvould also cause defensive stats to increase, and armour as an independant item type vvould be removed.

The point of all this is to encourage people to keep in mind hovv certain changes that AUs make vvould affect the storyline and mechanics of the AU. Underfell as an example vvould not only change the aesthetics of Undertale, but also deeply affect the mechanics and hovv the player progresses.

[localmagicalboi]

✨ ❝adrift.❞ | grillby & vi.

✨ @flamefell vi @ asgore tbh: just kill me, my guy.

No cellphone reception, still. Cool! Neat and fantastic. Exactly what he wanted in a situation like this. There was a lot to process in the short time he spent... Well, wherever the fuck he was. All Virote wanted to do was get away from everything for a while after a crazy day at the hospital, the hours of internship required for his career crushing him into a fine, fine powder. All he wanted was a break. That's why he hiked up the mountain. Like some god damn fool.

All he wanted was to get away from everything. BUT, GOD, NOT LIKE THIS.

That flower, that ( goat ) lady, too. The monsters that kept coming and coming, triggering his flight or flight response. What, you think he'd fight? You've got the wrong guy, then. Though, at this point, all things considered, he wasn't sure if he was having the longest, exhaustion fueled hallucination. Did he encounter a skeleton, too? Why was there snow here? What... Ever. Whatever. He was tired. Ducking and dodging and slinking his way out of dangerous encounters was taking a toll. In the words of one of his favorite memes: Guess I’ll die.

Snowdin. Something like that. He zipped by the sign so quickly that he didn't even read it thoroughly. Reading wasn't even important, not anymore. Just escaping. But, what was the use of trying to escape without stopping to rest? Especially somewhere so frigid, too. Fuck this place, it’s— ❝WHOA, IS THAT A BAR?❞ Oh, amazing. He'd be able to drink himself into a comatose state and never have to worry about this ever again ( until the unfortunate day where he'd have to wake up, but maybe the world will have imploded by then. ) 

Would it be a risky move to wander into a strange building? Yeah. Was there a chance that he'd have his throat slit immediately, thus ending his journey? Of course.. Did he really want a daiquiri? ABSOLUTELY. If they had some tequila shots, he’d truly be living. Until being killed, obviously. That was also neither here nor there. Virote placed his hand upon the doorknob, hesitant for all of five seconds, and then wandered in. First thing he observed was the tough crowd. Everyone looked so... How very. The bartender also looked, in lack of better words, how very. That didn’t stop Virote Srisati from taking a seat in front of him.

❝Hi,❞ he said, ❝I just want alcohol to numb my emotional pain, no trouble.❞ Smooth.

[gorbo-longstocking]

MMMMMMORE UNDERFELL ASGOREEEEEEEEEEE (please and thank u)

- oleander loves you like a fire, passionate and bright, however it can be all consuming. he is not a perfect man, far from it. after a life of loss and cruelty, you are the first good thing he’s had in a long time, save for frisk of course, and he never wants to let you go. he can be jealous and rather over protective, you’re going to have to sit him down and talk through some things. set boundaries with him and make sure to reassure him that you aren’t going anywhere. at first, he won’t know how to ask for comfort beyond hints that are little more than grumpy huffs and sighs. that’s your cue to let him envelope you in a hug for several hours.

- kissing oleander is nothing short of an endeavor. he isn’t one for chaste, if he’s going to kiss you, he’s going all in. he doesn’t shy away from public displays of affection, in fact he encourages it. all the more reason to show off that your his. the only exception is when frisk is involved, then he will simply press his lips to the top of your head. no need to scar the kid for life.

- he likes to watch you. nothing creepy, he is just completely enamored with you. the way you move is mesmerizing, in fact, every part of you leaves him speechless and he is left in awe of it. for such a feared man, oleander gets whipped easy. in lazy afternoons, he likes to dance with you. he doesn’t know much outside of a waltz, so he’s content to watch you with a soft smile. in all of his appearances on television, you’ve only seen his fangs bared in a grimace. here, in your living room, dressed in sweatpants and an old top, he looks at you like you’re the brightest star in the sky.

- unfortunately, the media likes to bother the two of you. if you were dating anyone else, there’d be no escaping it. when coming to the surface, oleander was advised to keep his appearance as nonthreatening as possible, so he’s grudgingly put up with the reporters for some time now. they at least had the decency to leave frisk out of it. you on the other hand, were fresh meat. the second he found out, all of the advice given to him flies out the window. with your honor and safety is on the line, he will gladly make some pathetic humans piss their pants.

- i guess the song i would say reminds me of oleander x reader moments is like real people do by hozier, my interpretation for songs may not be the best but man did I create a FIRE amv in my skull for this.

[ratsoh-writes]

For Match up.

Personality: I'm shy, quiet, polite and gullible. I have a hard time putting my feelings into words, but i try my best. Although quiet around strangers, I am playful and fun with those I love. It's easy to relax being around people I care and have an affinity for. I enjoy seeing people interact and hearing their stories. I don't mind getting hurt, but I don't like to see my loved ones suffering. Let's see what else... I'm demi. I hate jump scares. Before the bio hazard pandemic, I hardly ever interacted spontaneously with strangers, but after seeing so many familiar faces dying around me, I decided not to care what others thought of me anymore. It's easy to deal with protective and loyal sort. I like simple things and people with a sense of humor. Even if I don't understand the jokes, just seeing that it's fun for the person telling it, makes me happy and smile. Oh! As I love to cook, it's a pleasure to hear my food tastes good. Please eat a little more. Can I cook more often for you? Kyaa! How embarrassing!

Hobbies: I like to listen to music, play video games, read, rp with friends, test new recipes (in particular sweets). I love watching animes, movies, documentaries of ancient civilizations and abandoned places. I usually walk barefoot along the beach to feel the caress of the wind and the pulse of the waves.

Pet peeves: Picking up books with dirty/wet hands.

Deal breakers: Animal cruelty and harm nature. This world is for all of us to live in, it belongs to no one. I also don't like those who take pleasure in seeing the suffering of others. Practice black magic or demonic rituals. (Not on my watch.)

Important things: Life itself, the goodness within the heart, my family and friends.

I've got Rust last time. The funny thing is, he was the first skelly I got when I took your quiz. |･ω･)

Dealbreakers are black magic and demonic rituals? Lol there goes wine

Hmmm after a bit of thought, I’m matching you with….

Red!! (Underfell sans)!

What attracts red to you is your kindness. You’re a soft positive person who treats every one gently. You’re safe. You make him feel safe and loved. And you forgive him when he gets snappy. Red loves you for it. He’s one of the most loyal boys you can get. Red will go through hell for you

He can cook, but he’s really only good at three dishes, so you loving to cook is definitely a bonus. Red is usually bashful about giving compliments, but when it comes to food, he’s more free to gush about it

Red likes nature and hikes actually. He does them pretty often with his best friend and would enjoy going out with you as well. Seeing you surrounded by nature is always a pretty sight ;)

Red is a flirt however, so if you fluster easily, then I have to apologize. That makes him like it even more and he will thoroughly enjoy getting you to blush. Here’s a secret though; he’s also super easy to fluster. Kiss his cheek and tell him how much you appreciate him. It will have red sinking into his hoodie lol

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Isaac refuses to acknowledge that he’s soft for his friends, but he absolutely does have some softness for them.

In grouptale, when they arrive at snowdin he gives his jacket to Colton and makes sure that Immy remembers to put on her coat that she has tied around her waist before they get too far in. He only wears a tank top under his jacket, but he considers making sure the youngest kids stay warm a bigger priority.

[henry-tem]

YEP It`s my AU

Signs of my Cyberfell: - Some details are similar to the Underfill universe - Implants are the norm of life - Cruelty and lust of people and monsters is the norm of life - The monsters are already on the surface, but they are having a cold war between people - Friske is an adult woman - Papyrus is the head of the Royal Guard (or military forces), as in Fanon Underfell - Friske's parents are alive - Chara and Azriel are dead - Monsters are still lagging behind technology with people, but not in magic - There is magic, but some monsters are too lazy to use it, but they can replace it with a weapon or even a regular pistol - Sans hates collars. He is too freedom-loving to wear them and be someone's"dog". - Skeleton brothers rarely swear. Well, like in the original Undertale game

[lizzie-tempest]

Can...can we get the paps of the yanderes SO finds out they are pregnant and manages to escape?

Nyehehe~

Undertale

Oh no.  If there’s one thing you’ve learned about the skeleton brothers, it’s that even though they’re both yanderes, Papyrus is the one you really need to worry about.  Sans may be the violent and manipulative one, but at least you can predict when he’s gonna strike.  But Papyrus?

Completely unstable.  There’s a reason why he usually gets what he wants.  No one wants to get on his bad side.  You don’t know what might happen if you do.  And once he finds out you’re pregnant, there’s no knowing what he’ll do to keep you with him.

You’re quick to leave.  You’re surprisingly lucky.  You find a place to settle down, find someone new to love who accepts your pregnant.  The months go on and as you get more and more heavily pregnant, you relax.  You think you’ve finally done it.  You’ve finally broken free!

There’s a knock on your door while your partner is at work.  You don’t think anything of it, until you open the door.  

Papyrus is standing there, grin crazed and eyes wild.  He’s covered in blood and you can see why.  Your partner’s body is lying on the floor, completely mangled beyond recognition and their decapitated head in Papyrus’ grasp.

“DEAREST!  I HAVE FINALLY FOUND YOU!  OH, YOU MUST LOVE ME VERY MUCH TO HAVE CRAFTED SUCH A BRILLIANT PUZZLE!  AND WITH A CHALLENGER AT THE END!  I NEVER THOUGHT OF THAT!  OUR CHILD WILL BE SO SMART!”

He takes in your form, his hands stroking your belly and it’s then that Sans steps into sight, waving the pregnancy test and smirking.

“you didn’t think we’d let you go, did you?”

Underswap

You try and get away.  Really you do.  

But no matter who you try and turn to for help, they turn their backs on you.  Family?  Consider yourself disowned.  Friends?  All talking behind your back.  Everyone who you used to talk to, be friends with and care about before you started going out with Stretch, now wants nothing to do with you and you can’t understand why.

But it turns out, that Stretch has actually been rather busy.  He knows you’re pregnant.  He’s known for days that you’re trying to get away.  He could see it in your soul.  He can’t let you get away.   He loves you too much. 

So he started spreading rumours.  It’s amazing how the tiniest rumours spread among humans and can flare into a wild fire of nastiness and cruelty towards the one being talked about.  Stupid human idiots will believe everything.

You finally come back to him in tears, sobbing and genuinely upset about how your loved ones have treated you.  

He shushes you.  Stretch pulls you into his arms and dries your tears, allowing you to sob openly into his hoodie and telling him your woes.  

“shh.  it’s alright, honey.  they can’t really love you if they treat you like that, right?”

You nod.  He grins.  He’s got you right where he wants you.

“it’s okay.  you’ve got me.  i’ll always be here, i’ll never say such mean things about you.  you can count on me.  you don’t need anyone else.  wanna go upstairs and cuddle?”

You sniffle and mutter a quiet “Okay.”

Without you even knowing, he’s got you in his clutches again.  And this time, there’s no chance of escape.

Underfell

Naturally, he’s furious when he discovers you’re gone anyway.  Even more so when he finds the pregnancy test.  This just would not do at all.  Has he taught you nothing?

It really doesn’t take him that long to hunt you down, he’s rather experienced in hunting humans after all.  He doesn’t listen to your protests and unfortunately for you, no one jumps in to help you.  No one wants to confront the giant, scowling skeleton with razor sharp teeth.

When he gets you home, he tugs you in the direction of the basement and you start struggling and screaming even more.  You know from experience what will happen if you go down there.  

He’s going to punish you for leaving.  

Oh, but rest assured that the baby won’t be harmed.  He’ll make sure of that.  He just has to make sure that you realize what you did wrong and then he will restart the process of training you.

A good mate is an obedient one, after all.

Horrortale

Is completely delusional.  Your unsteady relationship with Crooks is based purely on the fact that you look a little like the main character on his favourite show.  He insists on you dressing, talking and acting like that person so that he can live out his fantasy of being with that character.  It makes you uneasy to begin with, but when you find out you’re pregnant you know that you can’t do this anymore.

You try and break it to him gently.  Besides the whole character worship thing, he’s been sweet and kind and you don’t want to break his heart.  You can still be friends and you want him to be involved with the child if he wishes to be.  If not, then you understand.  Not everyone wants to be parents.

He takes it surprisingly well and sends you on your way.  He...took it a little too well.

Crooks shows up at your work the next day, all smiles and holding a gift basket filled with goodies.  His obsession’s favourite snacks and treats.

When he calls you over, he’s not using your name.  He’s using their name.  You try and talk to him, try and explain that you’re no longer together and that you broke up the day before.  He just smiles sweetly, blinking.

“What are you talking about, my dear?  We had no such conversation!  Oh, you must be imagining things!  An effect of the pregnancy, no doubt!” He’s announced it so loudly that everyone is looking over now.  Crooks insists on taking you home and you reluctantly agree.

Except he doesn’t take you to your home.  He takes you back to his home.  When you try and protest he pouts and says that he has prepared a home-cooked meal for you.  He made it with love!  You’re aware of what the situation in the Underground was.  You can’t bring yourself to turn him down. 

When you step inside he locks the door.  You reluctantly eat the spaghetti he’s made, feeling more nervous with every mouthful.  Why isn’t he eating?

You feel drowsy.  You just about catch Crooks grinning with excitement before everything goes black.

You wake up in their basement, surrounded by pillows and blankets.  And dressed as the main character from his favourite show, hair styled in the same way and a chain around your ankle.

Swapfell

You left him?  You left?  How could you do this to him?  Don’t you realize how much he loves you?

Mutt hunts you down out of desperation.  He needs you.  He can’t live without your presence in his life.  Every moment that he’s without you increases his anxiety.

Are you safe?  Are you alive?  Are you happy?  These questions and more bounce around in his skull as he searches, growing more desperate and frustrated with each passing day.  He needs you, you’re his princess!  His goddess!  His very reason for staying alive!

He starts scratching at his bones.  It’s his fault you left.  He wasn’t good enough.  If he had been a better mate, if he had protected you from the outside world then you wouldn’t have left.

You’re a few months along when he finds you.  He takes you in, stares at your belly and the cogs start turning.  The dots connect.  It makes sense.  

You wanted this to be a surprise!  Oh what a wonderful mate you are!  So perfect!  He grabs you before you can run.

“i finally found you!  at long last, stars i was goin’ crazy without ya.” he presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

You whimper, protesting and trying to get away and his expression turns crazed.

“no!  don’t leave me again!  please, i can’t live without you!  look!  look what i did!  i did this because you left me!  that kinda makes it your fault, haha!”

He’s shoved his wrists into your face and you take in the deep scratches.  The kind soul you are can’t help but inspect them, trying to make sure they’re not infected or hurting in any way and he purrs at the attention.

Mutt’s teleported you home without you even knowing it, having used his scratched wrists to distract you.  He pulls you even closer, placing his hand on your belly.

“now we can be together forever.”

I’m so sorry this took so long.  I got this ask really late at night, so I decided to leave it till morning.  But then I had to help Big Bro make a CV and THEN I got dragged out to walk Tilly dog and have only now just been able to get to it! >_> 

I hope it’s okay! 

[multiversehc]

Skelebros and their Soul Traits/Magic Colors (messed up and had to repost this, lol)

Undertale Sans – Patience [Cyan] and Justice [Yellow] Undertale Papyrus – Bravery [Orange]

Underswap Sans – Integrity [Blue] and Justice [Yellow] (on the verge of having the Bravery [Orange] trait) Underswap Papyrus – Patience [Cyan] (verging on Inertia [Cyan] during Genocide Route)

Underfell Sans – Spite [Red] (verging on Irresolution [Red] during Pacifist Route) and Retribution [Yellow] Underfell Papyrus – Confidence [Maroon] 

Swapfell [Purple] Sans – Perseverance [Purple] and Mettle [Pink] Swapfell [Purple] Papyrus – Corruption [Yellow] / Perseverance [Purple]

Swapfell/Fellswap [Red] Sans – Audacity [Fuchsia] and Cruelty [Green] / Sanctimonious [Blue] Swapfell/Fellswap [Red] Papyrus – Perseverance → Resignation → Capitulation [Purple]

Underlust Sans – Confidence [Maroon] and Justice [Yellow] Underlust Papyrus – Mettle [Pink] / Kindness [Green]

Dusttale Sans – Obsession [Red] (verging on Spite [Red]) and Inertia [Cyan] / Hypocrisy [Blue]

Killer Sans – Capitulation [Purple] and Spite [Red]

Error Lucida – Corruption [Yellow] and Sanctimonious [Blue] / Hypocrisy [Blue]

Fellswap [Gold] Sans - Confidence [Maroon] and Loyalty [Navy] Fellswap [Gold] Papyrus - Bravery [Orange] / Patience [Cyan]

Horrortale Sans - Red [Spite] and Retribution [Yellow] Horrortale Papyrus - Audacity [Fuchsia] / Optimism [Mint]

Nightmare Sans - Conceit [Blue] and Corruption [Yellow] Dream Sans - Justice [Yellow] / Retribution [Yellow] and Bravery [Orange]

[ivyprism]

Freya (Darius and Echo's Daughter)

Appearance: Freya is a half-sea serpent, quarter human, and half goat monster little girl. In monster and human form, she has red eyes like her mother.

In monster form, she takes after her father with a pale white/silver fur coat. Her eyes are red and serpent like despite her entirely goat monster appearance. She has slight blue markings at the edges of her to match her mother's hair. His ears have natural purple tips at the end of them, similar to his mother's hair. She's 3'6 1/2".

In human form, she heavily takes after her mother. She has long blue hair (with belong streaks at the end) and tan skin. She is petite and healthily chubby. (Like this: https://picrew.me/image_maker/79302/complete?cd=NQ2iyTDgea)

She wears this:

Personality: She's a rambunctious six-year-old. She is always honest, never hesitates, and adores her mother. She's bright, cheetful, and outgoing, but she's wary. She will not tolerate cruelty to herself or her family. She aspires to be like her mother one day and works hard to achieve that goal. She adores her aunt, her pets, and her friends. She hadn't met her father for the majority of her life, but she adores him while also being slightly intimidated by him. She is very honest, but she keeps secrets, she is curious, and she is empathetic.

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