#undertale anti harem

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

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Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[alex-wolfdragon]

Another Undertale anti-skeleharem idea thanks to my mind poorly attempting to figure out dialogue for my tik tok vids.

So, something I've seen fluctuating with popularity in the skeleharem fics is the isekai into Undertale trope. So, imagine that two friends, one completely familiar with Undertale and especially the skeleharem fandom (though he'll be attracted to a different group in the fic), and one with very little knowledge about the game thanks to the friend, get transmigrated to Undertale.

This is obviously a dream come true for Friend while OC is just there for the ride. As they get settled, some things happen that make Friend realize that maybe they're not in the best situation while OC is struggling to understand the dangers.

First, they're both Mages. Which was cool; until Friend realized ABO Dynamics apply for Mages and Monsters, and not the flexible kind he'd prefer. He's quick to find out their alignments; Friend's being Alpha (a relief to him), and OC's being Omega (something Friend immediately panicked over while she watched with confusion).

Second, they live in a monster neighborhood. Preferable, since there were a lot of hate crimes being committed against Mages as much as against Monsters. However, one of their neighbors are the skeletons. Which wouldn't be so bad, if Friend hadn't been given a dose of reality that a good portion had darker morals and were really manipulative. Granted, he had no idea if any of them had changed or were different from their depictions, but he didn't want to risk catching their attention regardless. Which is why, when he kept catching a few of them talking or interacting with OC, he always freaked and was protective and stuff. Making her confused and the skeletons feel all types of ways.

Third, and perhaps the worst, is that most of the skeletons have a couple girlfriends. This wouldn't really be a problem, if Friend didn't realize that they're the anti-harem toxic type girlfriends. And when he does, he tries to warn OC to stay away from the guys, but she doesn't understand why. Mainly because she's currently not interested and because the skeletons are approaching her, not the other way around.

Don't worry. OC wouldn't be a meek or shy or defenseless type despite being an Omega. She's just kinda blind to the dangers that a seasoned fan of Undertale would be familiar with. Friend would probably end up with a different character because although he read a bunch of skeleharem, he also felt more attracted to Grillby, Mettaton, and Napstablook. So he's more likely to end up with one of them if not all of them.

[osleeplessflowero]

Fics Masterpost! {Updated Gradually as I reupload the Chapters}

I've been posting these fics on Ao3 (and will be providing links to them here), but now I think it's time to post them on Tumblr too. I'd absolutely love to talk to people here about them!!

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Consequences

Consequences is a fic based around the stereotypical Undertale Anti-Harem fic formula. You move in with an old friend, the old friend sucks and is probably evil and/or abusive, they manipulate their partners and turn them against you until you can prove them wrong and show them who you really are. (With a few exceptions, some like you from the start!) 

This fic in particular puts a bit of a different spin on the trope, instead focusing on a timeline..Where Reader dies?! And one of the skeletons dies too! Magic is at play here..and now that Michelle(this fic's Rival) has committed one of the ultimate sins..it's only natural to get revenge.

AO3 Link

Chapters

🔪Prologue: Murders Most Foul(This was originally a standalone oneshot, but since it was so well liked I made it into a full fic!)

[later chapters to be uploaded, already up on Ao3]

L.O.VE And Justice

I'm a huge fan of Magical Girl tropes since I grew up with Sailor Moon. Heroines transforming into pretty costumes and fighting against all sorts of evils in the pursuit of Justice! Such an amazing concept. Especially when the genre is turned on its head (like in Madoka Magica, another great series).

And so I came up with an idea of a Gender Neutral Magical Guardian reader with a very fitting Justice Soul, only instead of being a highschooler or younger..they're a fully grown adult that hasn't had their chance to fully shine yet. At least..not until some all-too-familiar skeletons come crashing down into their timeline..and with them comes plenty of trouble for them to deal with.

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Chapters:

💛One: Nice To Meet You 💛Two: Well..This Is A Problem 💛Three: Skeleton In Your..House.

[spookitordukeit]

Auugghhhhrraaaa

I’m super tired from my crazy ass work schedule, and drawing takes less mental energy than writing, (for me) so I figured I’d try and be at least a little productive 🤷

Behold: the boys in Dykwyk?

This is a post neutral-run cast, so they’re all a little worse for wear :[ they will get better!!

I also thought it’d be cute to write their names in what I think their handwriting might look like :3

Blue and Star are trying their best to hold it together after their near death experiences and the whole multiverse thing.

Stretch can’t the resets are over, and his paranoia is shot into hyperdrive because Oh Shit The Resets Are Over—

Comet is trying and failing to seem completely calm and not at all freaked out by this entire situation

Sparrow is just glad to finally be on the surface and no longer have to commit violence

Bear is Fucking Panicked because suddenly everything is different and he’s not allowed to commit violence

Grim is shut down completely into Guard Dog Mode and his resting bitch face has never been stronger

Black and Edge regard everything as a threat, are very irritated that their ranks no longer means anything in this universe

Red is internally losing his shit and is just wishing a motherfucker would try him—

[theplutodeity]

I Just Fell in Love With a War [CH-1]

Summary: It all started with a housewarming party where only you showed up. Now, you're tangled up with multiple skeletons and a woman that hates your guts for no reason. As much as you want to act like you don't care, you really do, so what do you do now?

It's not like you can survive on your own. Notes: Hi! This is my first undertale fic for the first time in years, if there's any issues, please let me know!! WORD COUNT: 5.2K

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You hated noise early in the morning, it was the one thing you despised more than snobby customers at your shop. So when you heard trucks beeping all of a sudden outside, you almost had a meltdown immediately. You had a short temper, especially with everything that was going on with your work and some competitors. Someone opened up a bakery across from yours, and it seemed prettier so you’ve been fighting for your life out there.

Getting up from your dining table– since you were calculating some additional costs to your bakery and how it’d affect both your workplace and home– you moved towards the window closest to the noise, peeking out from behind the curtains. Big ass trucks, you didn’t know for what though. You squinted and leaned a bit to the right, since the trucks were in front of the house on your left. You finally spotted the big blue writing on the truck, ‘BIG BIRD MOVING SERVICE!!!’, you raised an eyebrow at the choice of exclamations, but honestly it was pretty eye-catching. 

Then it hit you, you have new neighbours … You felt a bit bad with how your brain jumped to groan at the fact you have new neighbours, but you weren’t always a fan of new people because you can’t tell what type of person they are. For all you know, a bunch of murderers could’ve moved in.

…Or the victims of murderers? You had spotted three skeletons– one was wearing a white shirt and a half-sleeved blue unzipped jacket, probably because it was summer, with a lazy grin. They seemed a bit short. The other two were similar in height, one wearing a similar jacket to the shortest one but in orange and it was full sleeved. The other was in darker clothing, sharp teeth, sharp… Skull too? You personally didn’t know how they managed to make their bones sharp, but hey, you can’t judge them.

They seemed similar in appearance, maybe they were siblings or relatives? You’ve met a lot of monsters who look almost identical and claim to be related to each other. So it wasn’t unexpected. But some weren’t related, just from the same species but completely different families. Maybe it could be the same for them. 

The two tall skeletons were talking to a blue bird, who seemed a bit buff but definitely average height. The third skeleton, the shortest one, was talking to a lively but shorter version of the buff bird. They had glasses on and were rambling about something, the short skeleton amusing the kid(?) by nodding along. You can’t tell if he was saying anything or not because his back was to you now. 

You cracked your window open just by a bit, and you could immediately hear the blue bird talk about how smart he was, the games he played, and his classmates. You immediately closed the window. Maybe not today. You didn’t wanna hear a nasally voice who matched the stereotypical nerd appearance. 

After affirming that people had moved in, you went back to the dining table, picking up your pencil and scribbling down some costs. You weren’t a curious person, so you didn’t go over to greet the three skeletons. You could go in a few hours, claim to have just seen the ‘FOR SALE’ sign suddenly disappear and wanted to greet the new neighbours. 

Also, how the fuck did your water bill spike up from $135 to $210?? You must’ve been careless when it came to making sure you didn’t leave the water on while cleaning… You should fix that habit of yours.

After hearing knocking on your door, you immediately got up. Did your delivery finally come? It said it would come tomorrow, oh well, better for you. You grabbed some money from the table you kept next to the door in a drawer, ready to pay the delivery fee since the shop you bought from didn’t cover it online, you might need to switch shops later, something cheaper or something with more variety of tools.

Opening the door, you were met with a tall boney guy– sorry, a tall boney cool guy , his shirt said so. You stared at the containers in his hands, before looking up at him. He looked like the two tall skeletons you were staring at earlier, but dressed really differently now. Could they change that fast?... Also you didn’t order any food, maybe this is a completely different skeleton who was meant to deliver to the other house, despite the fact he wasn’t dressed in any sort of uniform. Or maybe he was a friend who was visiting someone else. 

“Hi..?” You started the conversation, noticing how he was just staring at you with a huge grin on his face. Maybe he forgot to talk. Or he was waiting for you to say hello first, although he came to your house…? 

“HELLO!!” He exclaimed, his volume wasn’t too loud but it was still louder than the average person. The skeleton presented his hands towards you, each hand had one container. One had spaghetti, and the other had… You couldn’t tell actually, maybe it was a dessert? A slice of something. “MY NAME IS RUS! I’M YOUR NEW NEIGHBOUR! ALONGSIDE MY BROTHER AND COUSINS!” He explained, letting you grab the containers out of his hand, smile as wide as it was when he came to your door.

“Oh! Right, I just– I just saw the truck a few minutes ago actually. I’m (Name), I’ve been living here for almost two years, haha. It’s nice to meet you.” You quickly dmade sure to keep a polite tone, stacking the smaller container on top of the spaghetti, offering your hand to shake his. Rus quickly took your hand, shaking it eagerly. Almost causing you to drop the food he had just given you, but thankfully it didn’t fall.

“IT’S WONDERFUL TO MEET YOU! MY BROTHER IS CURRENTLY BUSY CHECKING IF EVERYTHING HE BROUGHT IS UNDAMAGED, BUT WE WANTED TO INVITE YOU TO OUR HOUSEWARMING PARTY… DINNER!! PARTY DINNER YES!!” Rus invited, very eager to invite you to their house, and maybe some others too. You paused, hesitant about going to a stranger’s house. I mean, you thought of it earlier, the whole ‘neighbours could be murderers’ thing. But then again…

“When is it, and will there be other people?” You quickly asked, trying to figure out the information so you could decide. Rus rubbed his chin with his gloved hand, you didn’t notice earlier but you did now, he had red gloves, but they were also slightly orange? Red-orange? You squinted at his hands to try figure it out before he began talking again.

“IT WILL BE AT 6PM TODAY! AND YES! HOPEFULLY! MAYBE! I AM GOING TO TRY TO INVITE MOST OF OUR NEIGHBOURHOOD! I ALREADY ASKED OUR OTHER NEIGHBOUR, BUT THEY CLAIM TO BE BUSY… AND THE HOUSE ACROSS ISN’T HOME!” Rus explained his situation, rubbing his chin before shrugging and placing his hands on his hips. He seemed a bit fashionable in your opinion, or in today’s standards at least. He had jean shorts down to his knees, sneakers, a baggy white shirt with colourful text saying ‘COOL GUY’. He also had a backwards basketball themed baseball cap, and those gloves he wore were red and yellow, which matched his shoes, which were also red and yellow. He had a loose scarf on, but it didn’t seem to look like wool, more like a scarf made for fashion than warmth.

“I’ll try to come then, thank you for the invitation, Rus.” You quickly thanked the tall skeleton, who giggled a small ‘nyeheh’ and skipped off back to his house. He was a bit weird in your opinion, but who could you blame? Everyone’s a bit weird, even yourself. You took your phone out of your sweatpants, looking at the time, it was 4pm, so you had two hours before you went. You opted to check out the food Rus had brought you, walking to your open kitchen. You liked this house a lot because it had an open kitchen, which meant you could watch TV, since the lounge area was right in front of the counter. 

Placing the containers on the counter, you opened the spaghetti first, grabbing a fork from your drawer and quickly rinsing it before twirling the spaghetti around the metal tool and eating it. You forgot to assess if it could possibly be poisoned, but it was already in your mouth so you gave half a shit and ate it. It was a mix of cold and warm, so it was possible that he had made it earlier today and warmed it before he came to give it to you. 

It didn’t taste bad honestly, for a guy who doesn’t have tastebuds (assumably…) he had gotten the taste and texture of the spaghetti to be perfect, you hummed in contentment. Placing the container lid back on and cracking open the second container, sticking the fork into your mouth as you observed the cake. It looked like strawberry shortcake. You haven’t had some in a bit, so you quickly licked the fork clean so none of the spaghetti or tomato sauce was on it, and took a bite of the slice. It didn’t taste too bad, but it didn’t suit your tastes, it tasted a bit off, maybe the strawberries were a bit too bitter. Yeah, it was definitely that. But you decided you’ll eat it later for sure. You wouldn’t want to waste any food. 

So, instead of choosing an outfit, you decided to watch TV for an hour and a half. When your phone rang, you were reminded of the housewarming party you needed to attend. You had decided you needed to go because it would give you a good impression on whoever lives in the house. Then, they wouldn’t bother you anymore. Plus, there's bound to be other people. So they won’t bother with you as much either. It’s a win-win situation for everyone!

Getting up, after turning your reminder off, you walked through your house. It was a two floor house, bedrooms were both downstairs and upstairs, so it was pretty big. The houses in this lane are incredibly similar, but some had only one level, others had wider houses, or bigger backyard space. You only got this house because you had friends who sometimes visited your country, and you liked having people in your house. That, and your family occasionally visits. 

It felt scary to be in a big house all alone, but you had to be independent. It’s a key thing in your life, how else are you going to live? So, sometimes you buy big shoes that look like what a man would wear and place them outside, especially after getting them dirty and all. You had a bicycle and a car, so you assumed it’s all you needed. I mean, the bicycle looks like one that a couple would use, since it has a little area for someone to sit on and already has a cushion on top. It looked a bit worn so it added to the effect of someone living here. 

You hated having to depend on needing to make it seem like someone else was living with you, but you had to be safe. 

Brushing that topic aside, you reached your room easily because it was the second door on the right in the hallway upstairs. You looked through your closet to find something that could look nice on you, quickly finding your long baggy jeans and a baggy white shirt that had a shark surfing, with big bold letters on top of the picture saying “TOTALLY COOL”, your parents bought this a while back and you wore it whenever you could. It was funny.

You weren’t against dresses, you actually had a lot, but you didn’t know how your neighbours thought about dressing up like that for parties or if they were fine with trousers and shirts. You didn’t need anyone to start gossiping about you. As much as you wanted to say you didn’t care about what others thought, you did . No matter how much someone says ‘just ignore them’, or ‘they’re dumb, it doesn’t matter.’ you can’t get rid of the feeling of unease. Especially when it’s obvious they’re gossiping about you.

Dressing up, you just put on some light make up, seeing this as an event where you won’t be the main focus. You decided to put on some concealer and foundation, then began to play around with some lipstick and gloss to make your lips a bit shiny, but not stand out. Eyeliner is a must, but instead of mascara you just curled your eyelashes and decided you were good. You went back downstairs.

Since your trousers were so long, you grabbed a chunky pair of shoes and slipped them on while sitting on the stairs that led upstairs, but instead of tying your laces normally, you wanted to make it look cool. You’ve seen a lot of tiktoks with people tying their laces into bows, or other stuff. Grabbing your phone from beside you, you searched up ‘How to make butterfly laces’. You placed the phone down and watched the video, it took you a good 10 minutes to get a good butterfly, it was a bit hard since you had huge laces on your shoes. 

Satisfied, you stood up and fixed your trousers so it layered over the shoes, the back of the pants catching under your feet slightly. You pocketed your phone after checking the time, you’ll be 10 minutes early if you go now…

Oh well, who cares. 

You grabbed your keys and pocketed it once you had locked the door. You might be just next door, but you never know when someone breaks in. Might as well just make it harder.

Walking over to the house next door, you noticed how the truck was gone now, there was no trace of it ever coming here. You looked at how only some cement split the two front yards, you might have to invest in getting a little fence and a gate… Your other neighbours were a bit nosy too sometimes and you’d just prefer if their kids didn’t try to pick flowers from your tiny garden. You didn’t have a green thumb so it was hard gardening, some plants kept dying or never sprouted for some reason.

You knocked on Rus’s door, you didn’t really know who else the house belonged to so you just labelled it as his. You could hear some shuffling towards the door and a lock being unlocked– a couple of locks actually..? Did they already install locks or something? It’s been just a few hours…??? 

The door opened and revealed someone that wasn’t Rus. Instead, you were met with the skeleton you were looking at earlier, the one with a pointy skull. The embodiment of every My Chemical Romance fan back in the 2000s. He didn’t look the type to like it, but the fans would love him, maybe.

“Hi, this– uh, this is Rus’s house right? I was invited.” You quickly spoke up before he could say something, like you being a random person. Which you weren’t.

“I AM AWARE. RUS HAD ALREADY INFORMED US. COME IN.” He spoke, his voice was a bit similar to Rus’s, just a bit more deeper and hoarse? It was hard to describe it, but it was different. Matched his appearance well. He had stepped to the side so you could walk in. 

Eyes widening, you were shocked at the fact that the house was already decorated and the furniture was in place, seriously, how the hell..???

“Didn’t you guys just move in? How is everything set up already?” You quickly asked, curious on this topic specifically. Maybe if you move in the future, you could ask these guys to help you. I mean, nothing looked out of place or messy, it looked clean as hell.

“WE ARE SIMPLY FAST.” He vaguely explained, not interested in conversation with you as he walked somewhere else, you got the feeling he didn’t want you to follow though. So… You didn’t.

It was a bit awkward, just… Standing in someone’s house. That you didn’t know about…

Speaking of house, there wasn’t anyone else here but you in the entrance. You expected to hear or see someone you knew in the neighbourhood hear, but you saw nobody. You heard some foreign voices that you immediately assumed were the people who lived here, or maybe their friends? Either way, you didn’t know them.

You heard someone rush down, your eyes immediately darting towards the source of the sound, the house wasn’t formatted too differently from yours, so you didn’t have trouble figuring out where the sound was coming from.

“(NAME)! HELLO! WELCOME!” Rus yelled, quickly walking towards you. He seemed conflicted on what to do in greeting, so he offered you a high-five. You looked confused for a second, so he pointed towards his hand. “WELCOME HIGH-FIVE!” He explained, looking giddy. His energy was fortunately infectious so your face broke out in a confused grin, slapping your hand against his.

“Never had a welcome high-five before.” You commented, blowing some air out of your nose from how ridiculous it was. Not that it was bad, it was just a bit funny to you.

“WELL I AM GLAD I GOT TO GIVE YOU YOUR FIRST WELCOME HIGH-FIVE, (NAME)!!! COME!! LET'S GO TO THE KITCHEN!” He ushered you over to their open kitchen, you were right, it seriously wasn't that different from yours. From what you remembered, your landlord owned this place too, so maybe that’s why. They liked keeping things the same. 

“I like how you did the kitchen.” The compliment seemed to brighten Rus’s mood even more, him giving out a quick thanks before he looked around the kitchen. “So.. Is anyone else coming or is it just me? Not that I mind.” You were quick to add the last part, not wanting to seem impatient.

“HMMM… WELL, THE NEIGHBOURS WERE A BIT BUSY, BUT THEY AGREED TO COME ON THE WEEKEND TO MAKE UP FOR IT! BUT I STILL WANTED TO INVITE YOU! AND THE ONLY OTHER PERSON COMING IS OUR GIRLFRIEND!” Rus explained, having needed to think about all the neighbours he had asked. You tilted your head at him when he mentioned ‘our girlfriend’.

“Our girlfriend…???” You echoed, pointing at yourself, then him, and repeating that motion with a confused look. Last time you checked, you didn’t have a girlfriend…? 

“NYEHEHEH!! NOT YOU! ME, MY BROTHER AND A FEW OF MY COUSINS HAVE THE SAME PARTNER! IN MONSTER CULTURE, IT’S A NORMALISED THING. YOU COULD EITHER HAVE MULTIPLE PARTNERS WHO LIKE EACH OTHER, OR PARTNERS WHO ONLY HAVE INTEREST IN YOU, OR JUST A SIMPLE MONOGOMOUS RELATIONSHIP!” Rus ran down the whole concept, speaking like he’s rehearsed it over 20 times, which he probably did. It’s only been about two or three years since monsters came out anyways. Polyamorous relationships weren’t entirely normalised, but they weren’t exactly hated upon. Kind of. You have no clue, you never were in a polyamorous relationship. 

“Ohh. Right, cool. It’ll be great to meet her then, an extra friend for me.” You took it positively, you didn’t really care about who was dating who, you hated all couples equally if they wanted to be all mushy and weird in public.

“YES!!! FRIENDSHIP! WHAT A GREAT WAY TO PLACE IT!! SPEAKING OF FRIENDSHIP, I’LL BRING ALL MY COUSINS DOWN! IT’S ALMOST TIME TO EAT ANYWAYS!!” Rus stated before he jogged off in glee. Does this guy just not run out of joy and whimsy? It was entertaining to watch honestly, it’s refreshing too. You quickly sat down on the tall stool that was placed in front of the counter. You might need to get one of these, you never thought of getting a stool or two for your own counter.

After a few minutes, some– no, a lot of people came down. Holy shit, Pitbull needs to make a song about an 8 person party now. One’s company, two’s a crowd, eight’s a party..??

You looked at how there was a pattern in these guys. Short ones had a similar skull structure– and they all were the same height…?? Somehow?? Then the tall ones were also all the same height, maybe give or take a few inches for all the skeletons. Some of them seemed a bit taller but some were a bit shorter but they were definitely all in the same range. The tall ones had the same skull structure too– similar, actually, some of them had sharp teeth. One having a golden tooth that matched a short skeleton, were they brothers? Matching tooth core?

“Hi.” You greeted them, you got a lot of greetings back, Rus ushering you to the dining table to sit down. 

You sat at the right corner of the table, on your left, the cool skeleton who greeted you with a high five sat. In front of you, sat a short skeleton that seemed to hold himself as high as the sharp skulled skeleton you met earlier, then sat at the head of the table was the golden toothed skeleton, the tall one. The one sitting across from you seemed to be content talking to the person on his right, which was the guy you’re assuming is the golden tooth’s brother, since they both had gold in their teeth…

A few minutes pass and everyone is chatting away, you contributed a bit but remained silent as possible, feeling a bit awkward. The guy at the head of the table on your right was also silent, guess he wasn’t a fan of talking either. Something to relate to, I suppose. 

Suddenly, there was rapid knocking at the door. The sharp-boned skeleton got up and opened the door, you leaned forward on the table to see who was there. It was a girl, was that their girl–

“Caesieee!!” The new girl squealed, hugging the skeleton that opened the door for her. Was that his name? Caesie? Probably. Maybe?? You didn’t know but you figured that you might learn later. In the peripheral of your eyes, you saw the skeleton sitting across from you grimace at the girl’s entrance, weird.

“ANAIA, JUST ON TIME.” He greeted her, patting her back before leading her to the table. You were going to introduce yourself but Anaia seemed to want to talk about something, and immediately went off on a ramble, most of the skeletons encaptured by what she was saying.

“– So, I was talking to her right after, and you know what she said? That she didn’t care if he cheated or not, because then she can actually get divorced with him? It was so crazy!” Anaia had given an ending to her story, which you were listening to. Kind of surprised as well.

“Was that like… Something she’s just been waiting for? Like for ages?” You asked, and her eyes widened at the sight of you, as if she didn’t know you were even there. You didn’t blame her, you didn’t speak up after she arrived.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t see you there! But yeah, I think? I have no clue, but my name’s Anaia! Who are you, girly?” She asked, smiling. You liked how she spoke, she seemed nice. Smiling back, you introduced yourself, mentioning that you were invited because it was a housewarming party at first. Rus nodded and smiled. He seemed a bit tense now, but you didn’t know why. 

“Oh! It’s sooo nice to meet you!” And with that, she went back to talking to the skeletons. You wanted to say something more but kept yourself quiet, maybe you shouldn’t intrude. It could make you seem weird. Maybe annoyingly persistent.

As Anaia kept talking, you just sat in your seat. Fiddling with the hem of your shirt, Rus and Caesie went off to get the food and began to set it on the table. Once they sat down, they announced everyone could start eating, to which they did. You did too, you didn’t eat on purpose so you could just eat here. 

The food was great as expected, munching down on your food you kept your eyes on your plate. Silent and listening to everything everyone was saying. You suddenly saw a bony finger tap twice near your plate, but it wasn’t loud enough for anyone else to glance at you or the intruder. It was by the golden tooth skeleton, who gestured towards the skeleton across from you with his head.

“Oh, uh. Did you need something?” You asked, lowering your spoon down, you were in the middle of eating rice and steamed vegetables.

“Yes. What’s your name?” He asked, his voice wasn’t as loud as the tall ones, but it still had a distinct personality to it, the sound of it was stable.

“Uh, (Name).” You repeated your name for the third time today, surprised he didn’t hear it when you were introducing yourself to Anaia. Maybe he zoned out? “You?” Returning the question back to the skeleton, he seemed to smile a little bit more, it didn’t feel like it was out of friendliness but more of a formality. 

“Palace.” He introduced himself easily, crossing his arms and leaning onto the table once he placed his arms onto it. “What Do You Do For Work?” Another question was shot at you. So you had to think for a moment before deciding to talk about both. 

“I work at a bakery. I also have a workshop online and physically, but it’s something I do on the side.” You did carpentry for fun, honestly. It was something you grew up doing with your dad, and just carried it into your daily life. Saved some furniture costs back when you moved in for the first time.

“Workshop?” He repeated, curiosity evident in his voice as he placed his head onto his hand, his fingers pressed softly against where his cheek was. Could you call it a cheek? He didn’t have a hole where there was supposed to be one, so maybe you could.

“Yeah, I do carpentry.” You replied, shoving another spoonful into your mouth. Chewing as you stared at him, he stared back with the same intensity. “What about you?” Your chewing muffled your words, earning you a disapproving look from him, but he still answered your question.

“I work as a lawyer.” Choking on your food, you swallowed and coughed a bit. Rus looked over at you immediately, patting your back instinctively. You gave him a thumbs up and drank some water, and he left you to be. 

“No way, really?” It was cool, you never met a lawyer before. But he may have taken your surprise to be shocked that a monster could be a lawyer, judging by his face. You quickly waved your hand in front of his face, making him move back and raise an eyebrow. “Not– not like that. I’ve never met a lawyer before, you seem nice for a lawyer too. I mean– I usually see them being rough and mean and stuff, y’know?” Rushing your words out, Palace smirked before moving your hand down to let you know you can suck your hand back to your side. 

“No need to act so shocked, for Toriel’s sake. I assume you’ve never ran into trouble if you’ve never met a lawyer.” To which you replied by shaking your head, he hummed. Knowing he was right. There was a few seconds of silence between the two of you, save for the skeletons and Anaia talking to each other. It felt like Palace was assessing you, so you just continued to eat your food. You were almost done eating before Palace cleared his throat. Is that even possible?

“Slim.” He muttered, the golden toothed skeleton immediately looking at him. Palace nodded his head towards you, you stared at him, confused. But ‘Slim’ seemed to understand immediately. In Palace’s perspective, he wanted his brother to talk a bit. It’ll help Palace assess you too. 

“i’m starting work as a music producer soon.” Now his voice was a mix of Caesie’s voice and a lazy one, talk about weird genetics. Do genetics even affect vocal chords? 

“Really? You like music? When are you starting?” You asked, curious about him now. You turned your body to face him, he seemed hesitant to continue but did.

“uh, next week.” He replied, scratching his neck. “i like music, yeah. you?” 

“Love it. Do you have any favourite artists?” And soon enough, the two of you were talking back and forth. Seems like music was a good common ground between the two of you, he even began asking more about your bakery and carpentry jobs. You noticed Palace was just staring while the two of you talked, so you looped him back into the conversation, which Slim matched.

Soon enough, the party was over as it got late. Rus volunteered to walk you out but nobody but Comic, who you learned was his older brother, responded. Everyone else– but Palace and Slim, you suppose– was busy with Anaia, you noticed him deflate a bit at the lack of response. Patting his back with both of your hands, like a bongo, you told him to speed up or else you might go back home in the morning with how slow he was. He took that comment as a joke, laughing and speeding up. Palace and Slim followed a bit curious on which house you lived in.

“That was nice, next time I’ll try to learn everyone’s name, haha.” You told Rus, walking towards your house on the sidewalk with him next to you, and the other pair behind you. You glanced behind, looking at them. “Why are you guys following? Not to be rude, just curious.” 

“wanted to see where you lived.” Slim answered, Palace humming in agreement as he kept his arms crossed. 

“...So you could break in and rob me..???” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in pseudo-concern. Not genuine with your question. “AH! NO! TRUST ME!! THESE TWO WOULD NEVER ROB SOMEONES HOUSE!” Rus rushed to defend them, Palace chuckled lightly as you tried to let him know it was a joke, but he cut you off before you could. “THEY’RE LIKE VAMPIRES! ASK TO COME IN AND THEN THEY’LL ROB YOU!” He joked, which caused you laugh heartily, Palace guffawing and entering a playful argument with Rus. Slim giggled, simply liking the ambience. 

You stopped in front of your door, the others on the steps to your house. “Welp. It’s time for me to sleep, see you guys whenever.” Giving them a quick wave, you went in after they gave you their own goodbyes. You were quick to close the door, slamming it shut and locking it. Sighing loudly, you were exhausted, you didn’t expect to be so socially drained from a party where more than half the people didn’t even talk to you.

You quickly moved upstairs having kicked your shoes off somewhere in the middle of the house. You took your clothes off and changed into some pajamas, deciding to shower in the morning.

Fuck, you hated socialising so much.

[battlemaiden13]

I've had this anti-harem idea sitting in my brain for the past two weeks so I'm releasing it to you and the wild. It's the typical "reader lives in big house with skeletons and their bitch GF that they share" but the reader is a very powerful mage. The reader has used their magic fortified their room so none of the skeletons can teleport into it.

Oooo nice. I feel like this added layer of MC being a mage could really amp up the skeletons hating her. Like of course they do mages fucked over monsters and the bitchy girlfriend could totally use this to her advantage. “She must have put a curse on me” OH and the reason MC is living with the skeletons and has to stay there (so they can’t just kick her out) is like a government thing. All large areas or residence of monsters must have an accompanying mage to assure the safety of both humans and monsters or some BS. So the skeletons nor MC want to be there but neither have a choice. 

Depending on what skeletons you pick for this would also depend on how pissy they are about the teleporting thing. I sort of headcanon that Orange can pick locks so regardless of the magic one day MC finds him lounging in her room being in a right mood cause something happened with Blue. 

This is a neat idea, the more I think about it the more cool shit you could put in.

[carangel]

Kicking my feet sobbing

My friend showed me this REALLY angst cheating fic awhile back with Red and him leaving you for his soulmate and I remember it out of NO WHERE.

Just-

Give me an antiharem fic:

Where after Red leaves you for his soulmate you pick ur sorry ass up and MOVE ON.

Continue life like he didn’t waste 3-5 yrs of a relationship cause his soul said ‘Ur comin home with me’ to another girl.

But you’re still friends with his brother because Papyrus supremacy

This is where the anti comes in

Shit goes down and Red brings a bunch of the aus to HIS place- same shit with my soulmate is ur soulmate cause same person different au.

But Red is not HAPPY, ofc his soul is full, he’s with his soulmate

But just because his soul is fulfilled emotionally doesn’t mean he’s happy EMOTIONALLY

She just doesn’t hit the spot like u do bbgrill

N maybe after bringing all the aus in and him seeing how unsupportive the girl is that’s when he realizes it

QUE YOU STUMBLING ONTO THE SCENE

You literally just living ur life stumbling onto all the skelles at random times

Maybe Blu at the farmers market

Black at the mall

Papyrus in the foodstore

And Rus in an arcade

WHO CARES UR BACK BB

And Red don’t know shit until the skelles are like ‘oh u should come to dinner’

AND YOU SHOW UP

Edge and Red being shocked cause they didn’t know that you were the person everyone was talking to

PERSONALITIES ARE NIGHT AND DAY BETWEEN YOU AND THE GIRL RED LEFT YOU FOR

And yk what- that’s not a bad thing

It’s not like the girl is a bad person

The whole point of all this is to show that Red, lost someone good for him

Someone who would be there for him through thick and thin and is willing to go through his bullshit because he was there for them

Some people aren’t willing to go through that and slay, cause place ur boundaries

But you were that person who was willing to go the extra mile and beyond

And he would slowly start to realize that again after everyone else brought you back in the foreground of his life

End game doesn’t have to be with you getting with everyone or getting back with Red

I just want him to feel shit cause the way he left the reader was so SAD it made me ANGRY

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

[mirramirra05]

Just a quick question and if you can help PLEASE tell me if you know the title of this fanfic I read on AO3. So it's a undertale anti harem fic where the main character is isaki into the world and just WRECKS the main antagonist little world but calling her out then leaving and starting a somehow successful bakery not even days later and the main lodge has like others go after her.

Im trying to find it gain cause I'm reading anti harm fics again and I was

[yonavonn]

PLEASE HELP I CANT FIND THIS FIC

I’ve been trying to find this specific undertale sans x reader ( papyrus x reader too? ) with like multiple alternate universes of them there too, and it’s like an anti harem fic?? Definitely on ao3

What I remember is that the reader gets a panic attack after sans confronting them??? And sans finds out apparently the readers soul is like a rainbow or like multicolored and it’s very beautiful, right? Idk I vaaaaguely remember this part

And then like sans realizes they’ve all been wronged so he gets mad and everyone has a family meeting blah blah blah, their girlfriend comes home and they’re like show us your soul and like with no options left she does that and boom her soul is hideous af

And then after some the horror bros????? Come???? And they’re like omg reader has great soul we must protect!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEAAASE SOMEONE HELP ME I NEED CLEARANCE AND ITS MAKING ME CRAZY

[serxinns]

Ok but does anyone have ever had this undertale anti harem fanfic idea where the reader is a step ahead of the "love internet" like they know the shit they're gonna do they slowly gather all the things they need like evidence and hire people to record the s/o cheating doing illegal stuff etc and bring it back to the reader or whenever reader and s/o are alone s/o started threatening them while reader fakes on a worried look but has a hidden recording device in their back pocket

Or when the s/o cries to edge about the reader "ruining his car" and edge scolds and cusses out the reader while the reader tries to hide a laugh knowing that they secretly recorded the s/o damaging the car and rubbing ur (lotion, lipstick, whatever makeup or skincare you use) on the car

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem Undertale Fic Idea with OP Mage Reader

So i was sorta just going down a rabbit hole of anti harem fics and one thing came to another and i just started rambling in docs. This is a random revival post but i just had to put the idea out there 😭 I might do a part 2 if it tickles enough people lol

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You were a mage, scratch that, you were THE mage. A blood bred and soul bound mage at the pinnacle of power. You were a starved and power hungry creature that had done anything and everything in your study of magic. It had gotten you far, much farther than anyone dared admit, and it wasn't an overestimation to say that you had climbed the highest in pursuit of your ever indulgent search.

Your reputation was dirty however, many knew you for the horrors you had summoned, for the debts you had incurred from primordial things deep in the shadows, hushed whispers followed wherever you went and you knew that whilst most were things born from fear induced imaginations of fanatics and cultists, the rumors were stemmed from half truths. Your involvement in anything was a grim omen, your standing in the mage circle was unquestioned, and you were far too intelligent to let scheming old men become your downfall. 

But at the same time, you didn't care all that much about any of it, you held no real affection for other mages, they were dull and far too concerned with bloodlines and traditions to rise to any heights, their arrogance annoyed you and so you reduced your expectations accordingly. However it seems the institution that was responsible for you had other plans.

When monsters appeared you were curious, removed from the world for centuries they were bound to hold new secrets, new curious things to explore. But what you didn't expect was being forced to babysit a gaggle of skeletons who seemed to hate your guts.

You couldn't fathom why it had to be you, you were THE top ranking mage, there was no question, so why were you placed on house arrest and doomed to listen to abuse from the undead band of miscreants you couldnt understand, it baffled you.

Sans was untrusting from the moment he put his eyes on you, his face scrunched in a grim line, he didn't like you, he didn't trust you, you suspect because you were a mage. He often tried to peek into your soul, but you hid it well, a practice you learned with your dealings with infernal devils from down under. That fact put him on edge, you could tell. His conversations with you were curt and short, and he did his best to keep you removed from his mock family and especially his brother. Several times he had threatened you with a bad time in the darker corners of the house, his threats seemed genuine.

Papyrus was an anxious mess, his hands always twisted around one another in your presence, he put on a placating expression whenever you had business with him, but you could tell he was unnerved by you. It didn't surprise you considering he was associated with the embassy, the officials there often warned him of the grim omen, the horrors of maddened mages. His anxiety made you huff more than once, and his respondent flinch was a disturbing reality check every time.

Red was a defensive and rabid dog as far as you could tell. He didn't cut back on his insults towards you, and his disdain for you begged no question. He would throw you disgusted glares whenever he was sober enough to keep his mouth shut and when the bottle found him it was nothing but slurs and mockery, he would often pick a fight with you knowing full well you could not lay a hand on him considering your assignment. 

His brother was worse, a calculated cruelness to his every word. He was smart in his insults, cold and scalding at the same time. He spat his insults with an undisguised venom and often he blamed you for every little thing that was wrong with the world. You were the devil itself, he was convinced of it. Whenever anything went wrong he blamed you, every word you said he took out of context, every insecurity you may have still held onto was exploited and made a mockery of. There were times when you felt yourself almost break your oaths and promises to guard them with your life, Edge held that much power over your breaking anger. He was good at hating, great at his unquestioned disdain for you.

Blue was a silent threat if you've ever seen one, a masked harpy. He wore innocence like a well placed mold. He was one of the only ones that would talk to you purely with the intention of finding what makes you tick. He was smart, you could tell, so he never really picked a fight, but he often insinuated things, twisted your words in the worst of ways. Your deeds and words became misconstrued and dissected as he mocked you with a toxic sweetness all with a question on those faux innocent eyes. 

Stretch was harder to decipher. He was similar to Blue in the way he hid his dislike of you, but instead of innocence he wore an air of laid back coldness. He had almost even fooled you with it, but the way his eyes never left you betrayed him. It took you a while to tell the skeleton expressions apart but once you did, it took no time at all to realize he was dissecting your every move, your every gesture and word was put under a weighted scrutiny. He judged you often and readily and you could often feel his gaze on you even while you left the skeletons well alone. He watched your every move, and you never saw Blue alone, Stretch always seemed to back his brother up in his interrogations of you, and not once did he defend you in your arguments with Edge, knowing full well that whatever Edge was accusing you of was a lie.

It was all a bother, a pain in the ass that made you groan and growl at gods that put you under such annoying tasks. Every night you would patrol the entirety of the property, defending it from silent threats in the dead of night, seen by no-one, heard by nothing. You would dissolve human supremacist groups that threatened the brothers with not a word of thanks, you didn't even mention them, their gratitude would mean nothing to you. You spent cold mornings sewing up wounds and washing away bloodstains whilst  the skeletons berated you about killing some innocent litter of pups for pure sick pleasure all the while you thought of ways to silently dispose of the grotesque eldritch beast you sunk in the swamp out of sight of the brothers blinded eyes. You were good at it, removing anything dangerous from the civilians eyes to protect their peace was the core skill of mages. Every day you would be verbally abused, belittled and insulted and all the while you carried on. 

Then one day another mage made contact with the brothers, well, a mage was perhaps not the right word. a recruit? A potential mage early in the making, a cute little thing with a voice drenched in sugar and eyes made of glass. Some new program to introduce recruits to working with monsters. Another responsibility pushed onto you. But of course you could handle it, you were the strongest scariest mage around weren't you? It made you grit your teeth. The brothers didn't seem to realize they were a mage at all, the newbie had stumbled into one of the brothers traps around the property and gotten bloodied in the process, a fact you were somehow blamed for once again. The brothers patched them up, it gave you whiplash, the attitude change was almost enough to make you sick. 

It took no time at all for all of them to warm up to each other, all the while you were stuck slaving away battered and bruised. The newbie was weak and useless in matters anything magic related. They followed you one night out on patrol, it took them 3 minutes to lose you in the fog and slowly but surely you noticed a growing disdain in the recruit as well, a snakelike jealousy even. It was easy even for them to turn the brothers even more against you, all the while getting closer to them. Something to bond over you supposed. It didn't matter, you were tired, far too tired to care anymore. But perhaps this was for the best. The brothers could be assigned a new mage once the recruit program was done, as useless as they were you were more than happy to give up your spot to them just to be done with all of this. It would all be solved once it was done, what could go wrong. It wasn't your problem, not anymore.

[alex-wolfdragon]

In connection to my latest post, here's some more details/scenarios I thought up.

OC: *working on the yard, doing heavy-lifting*

Passing Skeleton: *notices* "Would you like some help?"

OC: "Nah, I'm good." *lifts more than she should logically be able to* "Thanks though."

Skelly: *impressed* "I don't think I've seen you before. Did you move here recently?"

Friend: *notices them talking from upstairs window. Bolts downstairs*

OC: *carrying the stuff without a sweat* "Oh. Yeah, we moved here about... a week ago? I'm-"

Friend: *stands between them, smiling viciously while emitting 'fuck off' hormones* "Hi! Nice to meet you! But as you can see, we're a little busy, so if you'd excuse us! *guides OC away with scolding whispers*

OC: *completely confused but doesn't fight it*

Skelly: *weirdly feels like he's been challenged*

The challenging aspect is the fact that this skelly is an Alpha who just was told, with hormones, to fuck off by another Alpha. So now, as a subconscious effort to return the challenge, he's going to go out of his way to interact with OC whenever given the opportunity, even if Friend is there.

Friend hasn't learned how to add context to his hormones yet, which makes it pretty vague when he accidentally uses them. Which is also why he makes sure OC wears scent blockers at all times. The exception being when she bathes since they stop working when wet.

Which will eventually lead one of the skeletons to accuse Friend of being an abusive partner to OC. To which his eyes will widen and he'll scream, "I'M GAY!!!!"

Also, I like to think that OC, as an Omega, wants to make the home look and feel nice, comfy, hence her working on the yard. Friend, likewise, as an Alpha, wants the home to have security and safety, so he was looking for hazards and where to apply security measures. Hence, checking to make sure the windows lock.

Ironically, all three dynamics have protective instincts. They just operate differently.

Alphas for the pack, those they consider under their protection.

Betas for people, those who they think simply need protection in general.

Omegas for their loved ones, those who they consider family, friends, or love interests. Perhaps the most fierce.

On a final note, these girlfriends the guys have essentially try to keep other potential partners and their friends away because they want the skeletons to only focus on them. They don't hurt the skeletons physically, but they do manipulate those around them to stay the fuck away. They're kinda like yanderes? I dunno how to explain it other than being possessive in a bad way. They only work well together instead of against each other because they were friends before meeting the skeletons.

[osleeplessflowero]

Consequences - Prologue

Murders Most Foul

Thunder roared in the sky above. The stars were covered by the clouds, their light shielded from the area. No light would be cast upon a crime such as this..at least, not yet.

You didn't mean to see what you did.

You should've hidden, should've ran away.. but you didn't.

You went out to see what was going on and you should have turned the other way.. 

But you didn't. 

And that's when it happened. 

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It was awful. You heard them talking, no..arguing in her room. She shouted at him, angry about something. You didn't know what, but you what you did know was that he didn't deserve to be treated like this. 

They went outside into the pouring rain. They never do that, it must've gotten serious. You shouldn't interfere. But yet you're bringing yourself to look out anyway.

They're.. fighting each other now. 

"You're so fucking PATHETIC!" She shouts at him, tugging at strands of her hair. "You don't do shit for me, what are you even good for? 'Great Papyrus'? Don't make me laugh." She scoffs at him, watching as he shrinks under her harsh gaze. He holds his arm as he gathers his words, looking from the ground to her.

"You're Saying Things You Don't Mean, Michelle. You're Just Upset Over What Happened With Edge-" He's cut off.

"Don't bring up Edge right now." She glares at him harshly as she warns him, any sign of the woman he'd fallen so heavily for long gone. Rage begins to overtake him. Something he'd always worried about.

"Well It's Quite Difficult Not To When All You've Been Doing Is Sulking And Being An Overall- Dare I Say, BITCH About It To Me And All Of Your Other Partners-" His voice begins to raise before he's cut off.

"PAPYRUS-" She furrows her brows.  "NO," He counters. "I'm SO Tired Of You Silencing Me Every Time I Try To Speak With You. Let Me Talk!" He puts a hand against his ribcage. "I don't care what you have to say." She narrows her eyes at him, the warmth he'd known from them now cold and distant. 

"What's Happened To You, Michelle?.. We All Used To Be So Close But Ever Since You Invited Them To Move In, You've..You've Changed. They Haven't Done Anything Wrong And Here You've Been Trying To Blame Them For Every Possible Mistake- And For Some Reason The Others- Even My Brother Believes You. And I Don't Understand Why." His voice trembles, like he's on the verge of tears. Everything had grown to be so confusing..was it truly wrong of him to want some answers? Some kind of reason for her behavior? 

"You know, Papyrus..People change. Feelings change. I've changed..you have certainly changed. I don't think I like your attitude." She held out her hand, summoning a knife. Her soul shining a dark, dull shade of blue.. its true color, not the one she'd been using her magic to disguise it as for so long. Kindness? Yeah, right. Her soul was one of Deceit.

She knew they'd check her when they met her. So she used her skills as a Mage to her advantage to get what she wanted. And it worked. A perfectly crafted deception to get a small bit closer to her goal. 

"Michelle, Don't Do This," He holds out his hands defensively. "You're Only Making Things Worse."

"The sooner I'm rid of you the sooner I can proceed with my goal..I don't need people defending them." She trails her finger along the outside of the knife, staring him down.

"So You Admit It," His eyelights shrink in realization. "You've Lied About Everything You've Accused Them Of!" His browbones furrow in anger. 

"Of course I did, Papyrus!" She holds out her arms. "I need to look good to everyone..and I can't have anyone ruining my chances." 

"I Won't Fight You, Michelle." He holds out his arms in a defensive position to protect himself. He couldn't bring himself to attack, even if he happens to be angry right now. It isn't right, in his eyes. Even if she happens to have a weapon.

"Oh...that's too bad. I guess you're just going to have to die a weakling then." Her smile drops, eyes widening as she jumps at him.. her blade held high. 

You find yourself running outside, stretching out your hand and reaching for him, before..

SLASH.

His head falls from his shoulders.. his body begins to dust away before your trembling eyes. 

You run over, panicking as you try to keep his body together to no avail. Shifting your focus, you hold out your arms in front of him. Michelle stares you down, her cold eyes all too familiar as she adjusts her grip on her knife. A mocking smile crosses her face as she looks down at you, and you feel a chill go down your spine.

"Oh, look who we have here..An eavesdropper. You've set yourself up for the blame perfectly, haven't you?" She giggles, eyes briefly flashing with her deceptive magic.

"Stop this, stop it!" You cry out, trembling as you hear the rest of his body fall apart. "Papyrus doesn't deserve this, he shouldn't have to suffer for your sick, twisted games!" Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. Papyrus' skull shifts a little, looking towards you. For a moment, his eyelights seem to flicker. 

She shoves you aside harshly, knocking you onto the cold and wet ground before stepping on his skull with her heel. He winces, browbones now furrowed in sadness..a tired look in his eyesockets.

"Michelle.. For So Long I Wanted To Believe In You. But Now I See..I Never Should Have Tried." His voice is tired, too. Weak, exhausted.

A crack is heard as she continues pushing down on him, a neutral look on her face as she continues to break him.

"NO!" You shout, pushing yourself up to shove her off of him.

"I Formally Apologize..For The Trouble." He smiles apologetically at you, before she manages to crush his skull entirely. And just like that..he was gone.

Rage overtook you. All you could see was red as you fought, long and hard against your opponent..someone who was clearly far stronger and more experienced in combat than you. All you had was a shield, and even then..that wouldn't be enough for this. You both struggle. Fighting against a mage was never a good idea, but this is about Papyrus. 

Papyrus at least tried to see your point of view when he could, and he always wanted to hear your side of the story when she accused you of something. And you were grateful for that, as the others wouldn't give you a passing glance, except for a select few.. 

You weren't about to let his death be in vain. Papyrus didn't deserve any of this, not at all. None of them truly deserved to suffer because of her actions. 

"Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you, Michelle?" You punch her shoulder, knocking her back before she kicks your side.

"What DIDN'T you do? In every single timeline that comes along, you mess up my life!" She shouts back at you, towering over you and aiming a strike, only to miss when you jump out of the way. 

"What? What are you even talking about?!" You're..honestly confused, but don't have a lot of time to think on the topic while dodging rapid attacks from your opponent. 

"Every name change, every story change," She punctuates her words with missed attacks, "Every single time you beat me in this endless game, this endless plot- I'm sick of you! When is it my turn to be happy?" Her voice cracks as tears begin to fall, but you couldn't care less. You don't feel a drop of empathy for her, especially not now. Not after what she's done to you. To everyone.

"You gave up that chance when you hurt these monsters!"

She lets out a laugh, entering a battle stance again. "All I have to do is get rid of you, and everything will go back to the way it's supposed to, just one monster down. I didn't care for him anyway. No one ever reads these stories for Classic Papyrus anyway-"

You charge at her, the two of you tackling each other in the dirt, her trying to stab you and you throwing more punches. You may not have a weapon on you, but what's stopping you from using your fists to beat the hell out of her?

"You don't know what you're talking about, keep his name out of your disgusting MOUTH!"

Tears fall from your eyes. You didn't even know the skeleton monster all that well, but you knew what a kind soul he was. How cheerful and uplifting he was. How he did his best to keep up the brightest smiles so any who looked his way would feel reassured. He was a beacon of light, it always bounced off of him.And now that light has been dimmed by the arrogance of a petty woman who doesn't care about anyone but herself. 

"Look at you, acting all noble.. Spare me the heroics."

You look down..only to see she's pierced her knife right through your chest. Through your SOUL, more importantly. She managed to take advantage of you while you were distracted..of course. She always does. Bright, brilliant shards of green fall everywhere as you glare into her bright blue eyes. 

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?" You speak with venom, watching her narrow her eyes. You cough out blood onto her face, and she shoves you off of her. You land right beside the pile of dust that was Papyrus. 

She walks inside via the basement entrance, cleaning your blood and his dust off of her clothes like it was mere dirt to the best of her ability before putting a robe over them. In your final moments, you surround Papyrus' dust protectively with your body, shielding it so it doesn't wash away with the rain. So at least..he has someone with him in the end. At least you have one another, as your blood pools along the ground.

There's muffled talking inside, they seem happy to see her..completely unaware of the fatal crime she's committed in the darkness. 

You open your eyes, sitting up, looking over at the skeleton beside you, both of you transparent to the eye. ..You're still here. You're dead, but your spirits remain. You hadn't really considered the concept before, but..you're ghosts. This is direct confirmation that ghosts are real. What a hell of a way to find that out..You turn to your companion.

"Papyrus, I'm- ..I'm so sorry. I should have done something, I should've stood up for myself sooner and maybe this all wouldn't have-" He breaks off your shaky crying by raising a hand. 

"You Did What You Could, Human. I..I Don't Know What To Do Now Myself, I..I'm Scared. We're DEAD. What Do We Do From Here?" He looks at his trembling, transparent hands. You narrow your eyes, a cold look entering them as you determine what to do next.

"What we're going to do..is get payback. She deserves to pay for what she has done." You hold out your cold, lifeless hand to him. "And we can ensure that she experiences the consequences of her actions..together."

"You And I..Together?" He holds his hand up, hesitant to take yours. Uncertain.

"Yes. If you're willing to work with me, we can make sure that justice is served." You smile at him, confident in yourself.

"I..I Don't.." He looks back towards the house, thinking of what she's done to him. What she's done to the others. What she's done to his brother. How many people she's hurt. And how many she could continue to..should she go on without being stopped. His browbones furrow, and a determined look enters his eyesockets as he reaches forwards, grabbing your hand with his own.

"Let's Do It Together."

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[spookitordukeit]

At the risk of running through the entire character count on Ao3– I’ve elected to post this as a makeshift Q&A here

Reply to a comment on DYKWYK?

Question 1: Yes! There are many other high ranking families around. I think I’ll probably end up focusing mostly on Harper’s family and Lune’s family, but I’ll definitely delve into others from time to time. Especially because fictional politics is something I’m incredibly obsessed with— just wait until we get into the balls and parties. The drama! The glamour! (I’m very excited for a specific scene I have in mind.)

The other family that I’ll get into is Lune’s family. Lune, as we have only briefly met, is a bat Monster. He’s a Nexus born, and his family is considered to be very high up. Like, only a few steps down from the royals, kind of high up.

I don’t have a updated drawing of him currently, but he’s fairly tall, and more on the lanky side. He’s got the upside heart-nose that some bats have, and he’s a dark bluish-gray color. He’s got dark hair that covers his eyes, and very large ears that I absolutely adore. I haven’t decided whether or not his wings should be on his back, or connected to his arms like an actual bat would…

Here is the first version of him I came up with. This was before the class system idea ended up getting implemented, (so he’ll be much more fancy looking now) but the core design is there:

Yknow the saying, “Money talks, wealth whispers”? Yeah, that’s pretty much the Seybolds’ vs the Sotiris’. (Harper vs Lune’s family.

The Seybold family prides itself on rigid rules and tradition, as many other families do. They adhere to many of the rules from centuries past, while also picking and choosing when they see fit.

Servants are owned and are to obey without question. They are not meant to be seen, or heard. (Edith was firmly against this, and all the staff she had have been employed by Harper.)

Children are to fear and obey their parents. To speak out against them is to commit family treason. (Besides Kristen because she’s the golden child.)

Males inherit the business, females are to marry into high standing family’s and grow their parents fortune. (Again, Kristen is the exception. Somewhat.)

Every ‘failure’ requires punishment. Reputation means everything, do not attempt to sully it. (Harper typically takes the fall for most of Kristen’s mess ups, as well as typically being held to a more sever standard.)

You are to always act as if being observed by royalty. Smile pleasantly, stand proper, dress for excellence, do not offend, lift the ego’s of those above you and squash those who stand below. Typical aristocrat rules and behavior.

Lunes family, the Sotiris’, believe that those who wish to follow you will do so of their own volition. Loyalty is better won with respect then with antkiller. Or however the saying goes.

They operate more on a system of codes and ethics. They’re more reactionary then needlessly cruel.

A servant accidentally slips up and ruins a meeting with some very important figures? Accidents happen, may be removed from more important duties for awhile. Minor consequences, more training.

A servant has maliciously compromised their security? Hunt them down, make them disappear. Quietly.

Their rules are easily bent if needed. There’s no family hierarchy. Whoever is most interested in inheriting the main family line can speak to their siblings about it, and if needed, come to a compromise.

Children are nurtured, they are the future of your legacy. Raise them to be better then even you. Build them to greater heights, and hold them up when they fall.

All in all, the two family’s are quite different.

Question 2: I basically use the same five AU’s in all my stories, with a few variations to make them feel unique. And I think I came up with a few of the names myself? Either that, or they’re just not often used, so I completely understand the confusion!!

There will be an official rundown in the story later, but for now here’s the headcount!

UnderTale or ‘Origin verse’: Star is Papyrus, Comet is Sans

UnderFell or ‘Fell verse’: Edge is Papyrus, Red is Sans

UnderSwap or ‘Swap verse’: Stretch is Papyrus, Blue is Sans

HorrorTale or ‘Horror verse’: Sparrow is Papyrus, Bear is Sans

SwapFell/FellSwap-verse: Grim is Papyrus, Black is Sans.

Adding on to that, my Grim and Black fall more into the SwapFell category, meaning a Swap sans and papyrus that got ‘fellified’. At least that’s how it works in my mind. The fandom distinction is pretty confusing— but for me, Grim is a fell version of Stretch, and Black is a fell version of Blue. Hopefully that makes sense ^^;

I don’t have dedicated sketches for the boys in this story, but these drawings for my other fic give a good enough mental image. Just imagine then a little more worn-for-wear looking. More depresso and more espresso. Fresh out of their nuetral run verse and having witnessed The Horrors.

Question 2.5: Each of the guys have their own reasons for their interest in Kristen. Some may be for friendship, some may be for connections or power. When/if they cut Kristen off will be entirely dependent on their own motives. So some may leave sooner then others, especially if they see the way Harper is treated after they get to know both sides— Others might stay out of spite to Harper ;]

Question 3: The first Monsters to appear were a classic variant. They emerged from the mountain many years before the Nexus started pulling in other verses. The first verse to be pulled in was a storyshift variant where a Shyren was queen. This is the founder of the Seybold family.

If you’re unfamiliar with the term ‘storyshift’ it’s basically a type of AU where everyone gets shuffled around into different roles while still maintaining their original personality. In this case, Shyren is queen of Monster’s.

Question 4: I do plan on having some ‘beach episode’ cliche type chapters :D They’re a cliché for a reason, after all!!

Side note! Super sorry for the confusion, Metty and Lune are the bondmates, Harper and Lune (and Metty) are more queer-platonic friends. Harper is their beloved third wheel UvU (I love them sm)

They are pretty close, and in-universe they would basically be considered a couple?? Lune gave Harper a collar (with Metty’s blessing), and she excepted. There are many reasons as to why, but to everyone else it’s a sign that she’s off limits. Especially because it’s engraved with Lune’s family crest.

Question 5: Yes!!! Harper has many stims!! She used to do the T-rex arms when she was really young, but that was quickly trained out of her. Now she clasps them across her stomach, far more ‘normal’ looking.

She also scratches at her wrists and neck, mostly because she’s not allowed to do less harmful (‘strange’) stims. She only scratches when she starts to feel really overwhelmed.

Her regular stims are far less noticeable, and therefore deemed more acceptable. She taps her fingers a lot, or adjusts her glasses. She really likes repetitive motions like petting her cat, or when she’s alone, rocking side to side.

Sometimes if she’s starting to feel overwhelmed she blinks excessively or hums. Just a short, quick low note that could be passed off as a thoughtful sound.

She has a bad habit of grinding her teeth as well, and regularly ends up with a sore jaw. In the same vein, Harper struggles with keeping her muscles untensed, and it often leads to pain. She’ll end up fully rigid if she doesn’t take the time to purposely relax. Even when she’s completely comfortable and by herself.

She does tiptoe on occasion, typically in high stress situations where she forgets all the training she went through to not do that.

And unfortunately, you are very correct. Because of who her family is, she’s not really allowed to stim or self soothe, so she regularly ends up shutting down. And very rarely— she melts down.

We’ve seen a shutdown in chapter two, and chapter three was more of a bad overstimulation moment. It’ll be awhile before we see a full blown meltdown— and it won’t be pretty.

Question 6: Horrortale is my favorite!! Hands down. Horror sans is bbygrl and I will not be told otherwise.

Other then that, I really enjoy Fellswap Gold. (The one with Wine and Coffee) I haven’t written them yet, but that’s about to change! They’re going to be in my Aeiisy? Fic, and I’m superrrrr impatient for them to show up!!

Also fellswap, swapfell, and fell universe in general are my jam. Love the vibes and all the angst opportunities.

Annnnnnnnd Done! You think you talk to much? Do you see how much I just yapped??? I yap like it’s a full time job with a 401k and three months paid vacation. It is a disease.

I really enjoyed this! It really helped me get some of The Lore out of my head and set in stone lol. I’m absolutely rabid about my own stories, and as you can see, very happy to ever answer any questions!! (Somebody please put me down I am infecting the masses)

If anything was unclear of confusing, feel free to let me know!

And if you want even more information, there’s a post I made when I was still fleshing out the details of this fic. Some things have changed, but most of the details are still cannon to the story.

[battlemaiden13]

I have many thoughts on this anti Harem business!

I have been thinking about this AntiHarem thing a lot! I love the concept of all the love interest initially hating MC for various reasons before slowly warming up to them and I have ideas. 

I’ve read a few that involve the skeletons and I’ve noticed similar patterns through all the ones I’ve read. MC is living with the skeletons, the skeletons are all dating someone else (who is usually abusive and they are lying about MC to drag their reputation down) Mc has a kind soul or is an overly nice person all the time and there is always one skeleton who sides with MC since the beginning. If I were to write one I’d change a few things. 

MC wouldn’t live with the skeletons. I imagine them living in an apartment building on about the third floor and the house over the fence belongs to the skeletons where the MC can see into their backyard and maybe a few rooms from their balcony. 

The skeleton’s don’t have a s/o, some of them have hook ups but none of them are in a serious relationship. Instead they hate MC because of things they do (Accidentally) that directly affect the skeletons. 

MC isn’t a kindness trait soul. In fact they don’t really care about a lot of things. They are still nice but more rough around the edges. They’re personality is quiet, calculating and calm, they smoke and are pretty sharp with their tongue. 

Each of the skeleton’s hate Mc for different reasons, most of which are purely misunderstandings or cases of wrong place at the wrong time. Mc really just has terrible timing with each of the skeletons. I have figured out why most hate them too

Sans he just doesn’t like humans and then he sees MC getting irritated at Papyrus (or that's what it looks like)  and he really doesn’t like them. Then the human keeps messing up his research. 

Papyrus always seems to find MC yelling at someone for one thing or another and he’s heard MC say some awful things about others but doesn’t know the relationship MC shares with those other people. 

Edge is his manager and pretty bossy to him. Edge assumes MC likes torturing him but MC is really just trying to help, although a badly timed laugh doesn’t make things better. 

Red and Blue are in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mc turns around to fast and throws a cup of coffee on Blue by accident. She runs into Red and makes him drop the thing he’s holding. They both walk in to see MC yelling at their monster friend in a huff, or playfully shoving them. 

Orange hates Mc because they seem to be constantly lying to him but MC doesn’t know Orange so why would they tell this strange skeleton anything?

Berry thinks that MC is blackmailing him. They aren't, they couldn’t care less but Berry is just a paranoid idiot. 

Syrup just doesn’t feel anything towards MC but if his brother hates them then he will automatically be cruel to them. 

As you can tell I haven’t been thinking about this at all. . . . Nope. not once did it cross my mind…. I really like the concept XD

[carangel]

LISTEN

This is so damn specific I find it hard to even IMAGINE it in an X reader because when u play with reader aus we all know they’re basically ocs

And I don’t play with the whole X reader in the tags and it’s actually an oc

BUT IMAGINE AN ANTIHAREM:

Where it’s the basic, you’re the ‘friend’ who gets invited in and everyone dogs on u cause little miss liar can’t stop making herself look good.

Like geez narc much

But I want to expand more on the aspects of souls, soulmates and aus

Listen, I’m a firm believer in the whole ‘soulmate = compatibility not destiny’

and somehow this woman matches the soul frequency of ALL the boys

But like LISTEN, y’all ever like been listening to music and like, you’re imagining AMV’s and animation memes for your oc??

I’d like to think here, soul frequencies are just instrumentals, or at least one HALF is

Example: I HEAR A SYMPHONY

One soul is the lyrics, one soul is the instruments

Or yk, instrumental that flows well together

Like, they come together to make a full SONG

EITHER WAY

Ik I’m getting a lil ahead of myself but stay with me even tho I’m realizing how delulu this all sounds

Some how this miss is copying every, single, one

It’s almost as if she already knew the song and knew what to copy

But you can’t do that right? Your soul frequency is your own, right???

But like, what if there was some multidimensional changeling shit going on and she like-

Idk man

Locked away all the au versions of the reader/oc to copy the songs and she switches up when needed

Cause if yk MLP shit yk how changelings copy

And if I was a changeling, having a whole harem that loves and spoils me without question 👀

Seems like a buffet to me

You might be wondering

Cara, Carangel, Ciao (if ykyk)

How would you even set this up? How would the changebitch capture all the alternate yous/mes?

What about the main reader/oc? Wouldn’t they put a wrench in the plans??

Idk

Maybe they figured out in another au and traveled to one where you hadn’t met the boys yet

Unknowing that you were in existence but when they did changebitch was like

Oh if I make them hate her they’ll never know

Idk man

I’m just here for the climax

Where it’s revealed that the ladi is a FRAUD

And I’m not opposed to murder as a punishment

And yk, maybe after the au counterparts are released everyone goes back to their au.

I DO KNOW

End goal would be swap x swap!reader/oc, tale x tale!reader/oc

Ect