#ut asher

[fashasoffice]

We shall return to our Regular Programming! With a new icon to suit! by @fmsdraws of course

[q--cool]

"She does good work." happy birthday to fasha, the therapist all these goobers truly need :)

Fasha Metrinedd [ @fashasoffice ] by @shandit

asher metrinedd by @shandit and @queerrayne

[holidayking102]

Happy Birthday to Lady Fasha "Fashington" Metrinedd! She just reunited with her long lost brother and got a phone call from her family (and then a weird crank call from some random). Hope she has a wonderful Birthday! @shandit / @fashasoffice

[chestersbraincell]

Okay you can’t just end a pink-coloured sentence with „darling/s” and NOT expecting my chronically undertale brain to go straight to mettaton

[scarlet97531]

⭕️❗️I just realized we never introduced Asher here… oops 🧍

Asher is the only one of our fronting crew that isn’t a well known utmv character, he’s kind of a dust sans + killer sans fusion! (More info about him and some general bad sanses source stuff under the cut)

Asher is a part of my (Killer’s) subsystem! He’s my personal protector, co host, and partner <3

He didn’t really have any backstory afaik when we first figured out we were multiple headmates and not the same person, but over the last three months we’ve discovered/built a lot of source memories together!

This kinda doubles as source info and fanfiction for us lol, we only have actual personal memories of some of the stuff here, and a lot of it is converted from our dragonverse lore. I will not be specifying which parts are which.

In our source “Killer sans” was a DID system. I was our host, and Asher was our protector and persecutor. We weren’t aware we were plural for a long time, we never knew when we were a median osdd system during the canon undertale part of our lives, and we didn’t know for quite a while after the human started messing with our soul which caused us to develop DID and more distinct and dissociated parts.

While we were still in our home AU and the human was our “partner” Asher started to become distinct from me. He wasn’t the same as he is now, he started out looking basically the same as me, but his personality was completely different. I actually think he might have been a partial introject of the human. he was sadistic and aggressive and did all of our fighting for us, and my job was to be friendly and fun, to entertain our “partner”. We had other headmates as well back then, but they never interacted with anyone outside our system and had more internal jobs. I won’t really be talking about anyone but me and Asher in this post.

Asher and I worked well together, and the human was very happy with what they had made of us, but it wasn’t long before all the negative energy we were generating attracted Nightmare’s attention. Our SOUL had effectively become a beacon of negativity, and Nightmare could basically know exactly where we were at all times. About 300-400 years after The Dreamtale Incident Nightmare became stable enough to consider recruiting other characters to help him in his quest to spread negativity across the multiverse, and we were the first ones he approached. He had decided to use us because as full of negativity as we were, we were basically like a walking battery for him. As long as we were around he had a huge power boost.

It wasn’t long though before he realized that whatever the human had done to our SOUL, we were incredibly easy to manipulate. He figured out how to forcibly change our SOUL to whatever state was most convenient for him. I would do whatever he asked, and even go out of my way to please him. Asher didn’t like Nightmare much, but he was happy to have a never ending supply of new and interesting people to torment.

At about 450 years after dreamtale Nightmare became curious enough about the inconsistency in our behaviour and emotions that he asked us about it directly. It was really weird for us, it felt like he was asking completely out of the blue. We had never even considered we could be multiple. Our amnesia was intense at that point and I could barely remember my own experiences, let alone Asher’s. After a bit of experimenting with Nightmare though it became obvious that it wasn’t just emotional instability, Asher and I were entirely different people.

Nightmare was able to tell us apart very easily now that he knew for sure what was going on, and he was able to treat us differently and even experimented with influencing our identities and our inner world. He was curious about how we worked, and what he could do to us. He never made any major changes though, we were already near perfect for him anyways after working for him for ~100 years.

After the events of underverse (only a few years after we realized we were plural) Nightmare decided to recruit more help. Cross had left to became an unofficial royal guard of the omega timeline to protect it from any further attacks, so Nightmare was back down to just me&. He decided to approach Dust first, and he was quite willing to join us. His universe had become boring and redundant, and he was craving a challenge.

For a long time Dust avoided us, he found me very annoying and he was confused and unsettled by our plurality. We mostly only interacted on missions. Asher and him didn’t get along very well, they often got in each other’s way and disagreed on how to do things.

((From here on its less about me and Asher and more just me rambling about our multiverse and being nostalgic lol))

At around 500 years after dreamtale’s destruction Nightmare had finally stabilized enough for passive Nightmare to return from dormancy. In the fifty years Nightmare knew we were a system, he had never thought to consider his own experiences as plural. He had accepted Dream’s idea that he had killed the original Nightmare as fact. But when passive Nightmare returned, so did memories. They remembered their abuse at the hands of the people of dreamtale, and they remembered that Nightmare had originally formed as a friend and protector for his host. When they absorbed the apples of negativity, Nightmare took as much of it as he could, while the sudden overwhelming power forced passive Nightmare into dormancy. ((More info about our dreamtale here))

500 years later, he returned and was devastated to learn about everything that had happened. That his home was gone, and his brother had grown to hate them. He was also horrified by everything Nightmare had done while he was gone. It took a long time for the two to be able to communicate and start negotiating, and eventually Nightmare agreed to try to change. Together they decided on the name Moon for passive Nightmare.

At first Moon was very cautious around me, Asher, and Dust. He fronted very rarely and anytime he did he would leave as soon as he saw one of us, but overtime as he learned more about us through Nightmare he started seeing us as very similar to him and Nightmare. Eventually he started trying to find ways to “reform” us… it was very adorable. He would bring us books about mental health, he would do nice things for us like making us food, and he even got me a couple “emotional support cats” after he found out they’re my favourite animal XD

It was only after he joined us that we started feeling almost like a family. A very fucked up family, but still family. He was so light and kind, and fun in a way none of us had really seen in a long time.

He was the one that encouraged Nightmare to help the horrortale universe, they relocated some of the characters there to the omega timeline, and brought supplies to the ones that stayed in their universe. The Sans there didn’t want to stay in horrortale but he felt out of place in the omega timeline, so when Nightmare offered for him to join us, he accepted. He wanted to pay Night and Moon back for their help.

Obviously it was rough at first, Horror had a lot of issues. The most important one being food. He had gotten so used to not eating and had so much trauma around food that it took years for us to figure out how to help him and for him to start recovering from his starvation. Moon banned all meat from our base, and helped Horror start experimenting with vegetarian food. That was. Interesting. They were not great cooks at first. Until then we had always gotten our food already made from other AUs, but Horror felt more comfortable eating stuff that he saw being made I guess.

Man those first years were rough, Horror was irritable and easily triggered, and very eager to solve problems with violence… but after a while he just fit right in with the rest of us. He and I weren’t particularly close, but exchanging disturbing puns and bad jokes was fun and eventually he got really good at cooking and istfg I miss that so much.

Ughhsvha we have so much more lore about this multiverse but this is getting long and I really gotta go to bed so imma just post this now. Please if your interested in this ask us questions, I wanna talk about this stuff so bad 😭

We may or may not make a side blog for dragonverse which shares a lot of similarities in terms of characters and major events…. We’ll see lol

[karamatsuboy-aj]

One of my first drawing of a phone that I can remember it's the first draft of my undertale OC I forgot his horns but originally he was a skeleton goat monster

And now he's this

I have no idea how he changed from half goat half skeleton to full on skeleton tho tbh I might draw his old design for old time sake

[thebekashow]

the trio gang

yeah beka's tall af, about 6 foot lmao- john doe probably just eats teeth while the other two consume condiments

[asherthehimbo]

I love people coming into my asks box I NEEX to be more actibe on tumblr I wanne talk to more of you guys

[gracland]

a growl emitted from the back of his throat, fingers digging into her hips as he felt her move harder against his lap. he could feel himself throb in the confines of his jeans, wholly entranced by the blonde vixen who had made it her mission to tease the shit out of him. "jesus fuck, you're gonna be the death of me." asher muttered out in a low moan, her methods of seduction working on him like a charm as they always did. "...there aren't many of those spots left, baby." he replied, teasing her back as he began ghosting kisses along the slope of her neck. "i'd be a goddamn fool not to want that. those are my favorite kind of memories to make with you." asher couldn't wait a moment longer, his erection starting to ache with how she was grinding on top of him. "i need to feel you." asher insisted, hands moving hastily to unzip his jeans before sliding his briefs down. "how wet are you for me? i want to hear you say it." it was a demand, his digits finding their way beneath her skirt as he brushed the pad of his thumb along the centerfold of her panties.

"Uh-huh," she nodded, narrowing her gaze playfully at him when he spoke, licking her lips ass he let him PULL HER CLOSER, a little more deliberate in the way she rocked her centre against his, holding back a little moan then. "Yeah, babe?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, an amused smirk pulling at her expression as she watched him for a few moments. "WELL," she hummed, tapping a manicured finger on her lips for a few moments. "I was thinking of the other spots in this place that you hadn't quite fucked me in just yet," her voice dropped low, eyelashes fluttering. "UNLESS, of course, you don't want to be making those kinds of memories?" she teased with a grin, leaning in to nuzzle her nose against his.

[dancingtotuyo]

The Life We Built (Joel Miller)

Part 5 of Build You The World Joel X Reader Rating: PG-13 (Language) Warnings: fluff, that's it. Tags: no outbreak, fluff, craftsman!Joel, Time jump, it's 2023 folks, no mentions of COVID, you decide if it happened Notes: So we've reached the end of this little adventure that was only supposed to be a one shot, but never fear! I have another Joel Miller idea in the works. Check out my Masterlist for some Javier Peña works as well! Thank you everyone for your support! Words: 1998

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Joel eased into the chair next to you under the pergola he built 25 years ago. It was still sturdy and spoke to Joel’s craftsmanship. The sun was beginning to set, granting some relief to the spring heat as you watched your three grown children clean up the backyard. They’d insisted the two of you relax. 

Emma graduated from Duke last weekend with honors in Pre-med. Which meant traveling to North Carolina for the ceremony. Joel has insisted on driving up. He hated flying. With a 20-hour car ride one way, you caught up on a lot of reading and almost booked yourself a plane ticket home. The two of you had been gone for almost a week. So her graduation party took place this weekend at home. She’d been accepted into UNC-Chapel Hill’s School of Medicine and would be going back to Durham in a couple of weeks. She was officially moving out, boxes already stacked high in her room. You and Joel both chose not to think about your baby leaving the nest for good.  

Emma laughed at something Asher said. You couldn’t see Sarah roll her eyes, but you knew by her body language. Joel chuckled next to you. He sensed it too, both in tune with your children. 

Asher graduated with a Bachelor's in Engineering from UT-Austin a few years ago, choosing to stay close to home. He had a small apartment in town working at Miller Construction since graduation. Joel joked that if he didn’t put his degree to use soon, he was gonna have to rebrand as Miller and Son. You had a sneaking suspicion that’s what Asher wanted. He and Joel shared the same love of building things with their hands. 

“Grandpa!” Sarah’s 3-year-old daughter, Jessie bounded across the yard, dark curls bouncing like springs behind her. You could see the brightly colored book in her grasp.

She panted heavily as she reached the two of you. Her small hands rested on Joel’s knees. She looked up through dark lashes. “Will you read this to me?”

Joel smiled. She reminded you so much of Sarah at her age. “Don’t you want grandma to do it? She’s a much better reader than me.”

“No, you!”

“Okay, Okay.” Joel chuckled, pulling the child onto his lap. You closed your eyes as you listened to Joel read. His drawl had only deepened with age but it still flowed like honey. It soothed your weary bones and often brought you through time, making you feel 25 again. 

Sarah had started college at the University of Georgia but transferred to UT-Austin after her freshman year. She loved Georgia, but she missed being close to her family more. She’d earned her Bachelor's in Journalism and Creative Writing (also with Honors). Working across all aspects of journalism, she went back to get her MFA several years later. She worked freelance for several publications and taught a creative writing class at the community college in town. She’d married Mike 6 years ago. They’d been together since senior year of college aside from a one-year gap. They’d bought a house just down the street from you and Joel soon after their wedding. Jessie’s 4th birthday was next week, and aside from her husband, you were the only other person to know that Sarah was 8 weeks pregnant. They were planning to reveal it next on Father’s Day.

You and Sarah were convinced Joel didn’t have a clue. The two of you were desperate to surprise him. Other than his 45th birthday party, you and Sarah hadn’t been able to surprise Joel in the 31 years you’d loved him. He’d even figured out Sarah’s first pregnancy before they’d told anyone. 

Joel continued to read. The world drifted further away only anchored by the sound of his voice. Sometimes a bird’s song drifted in and out. The warm breeze floated across your skin. Joel’s voice stayed constant. 

“Grandpa… Shhhhh, grandma is sleepin.”

Joel looked up from the book. He smiled. The wrinkles around his eyes were well-defined now. “I think she’s just restin her eyes, kiddo.”

“That’s what you say when you’re sleeping!” Jessie giggled. 

“Keep reading,” you said, keeping your eyes closed. “The story was just getting good.” 

He looked at Jessie who nodded her head, and he continued. 

The construction business had been good to Joel. Miller Construction kept its outstanding reputation throughout the years, something Joel worried about as the number of crews grew and his ability to check up on every job decreased. Joel spent most of his days on job sites in a supervisory capacity. He trained the new hires to meet his rigid standards, and his body took less wear and tear. He was able to spend more quiet morning moments with you. At 56 years old, he was still the best pitcher in the men’s rec softball league. He took every Thursday morning off to hang out with Jessie while Sarah taught her class at the Community College. He piddled in the garage on weekends, working on the next project. He’d just redone the kitchen cabinets. Tommy joked that Joel lived in partial retirement, but there was some truth to it. You liked seeing him take time 

Joel finished the book as Sarah and Mike walked over. You slowly opened your eyes, letting the world envelope you once again. 

“It’s time for us to go home, Bear,” Mike said. 

Before Jessie could issue a complaint, Joel pulled her into a back-breaking squeeze. She laughed. He tickled her sides. “Grandpa!” 

“I gotta make sure you meet your tickle quota.” 

“I have! I have!” Jessie laughed, her cheeks turning red. 

“Okay,” Joel let out a deep breath. “I think that’s enough for today.” 

Jessie wrapped her arms around Joel’s neck, kissing his cheek. “Love you, Grandpa!”

“I love you too.” He kissed her cheek, patting her back. “I’ll see you on Thursday.”

Jessie slid off his lap, rushing to you. A chorus of goodbyes between parties rose in the corner of your backyard in hugs and handshakes. Jessie nestled into her father’s arms, eyes already beginning to droop. 

Joel wrapped his arms around you. You leaned into him. His hands traveled down your back, lips finding yours. You grinned feeling warm and giddy. Even after all these years, he still had the same effect on you. 

Gagging noises interrupted your moment. Asher and Emma stood on the porch directing said sounds at you. 

“Get a room!”

“We don’t want to see that!”

Joel flipped them off before firmly grabbing your ass making a show of the steamy kiss he planted on you. You laughed. He kissed your neck softly. 

“You’re gonna traumatize the kids.”

“They’re grown adults. They can leave.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I want to kiss my wife in our backyard.”  

“Y’all are gross.” Asher chided. 

“If it weren’t for us, you two wouldn’t be here,” Joel shouted back. 

“You say that like it’s a good thing!” Emma responded. “Have you seen the world?”

“Hey,” You laughed. “You’re the saving grace of this family, Miss I’m going to be a doctor.” 

Asher scowled. “Don’t say that. Her head will get bigger than it already is.” He ruffled Emma’s hair. 

Emma rolled her eyes. “We’re done cleaning up. We’ll leave you two to do… that.” She motioned toward you and Joel. “Asher’s gonna take me out on the town.”

“Make smart decisions,” Joel called.

“Always!” Emma smiled. 

The duo filed out of the backyard leaving you and Joel alone. Joel kissed your forehead as you swayed to a nonexistent tune. 

When you finally stopped, you and Joel sought the respite of AC inside. Joel prepared a plate of leftovers for the two of you to share on the couch. You read as Joel watched the Baseball game on low volume. You propped your feet on his lap. His thumbs found the soles of your feet applying pressure. You hummed. 

You had stepped down from your position at Miller Construction after Emma started high school. As much as you loved working with Joel and helping him build and expand the business, desires drew you elsewhere. You started working part-time at the public library. When their head librarian announced plans to retire, the city had offered to pay for you to get your Masters in Library Science providing you could give them a 10-year commitment. Daunting at first, you’d managed to complete the courses in 2 years via an online program. You work at the library full-time now. Joel often brought Jessie in on Thursday mornings along with a coffee for you. You tended to the garden on weekends. Joel replaced your raised beds a few years ago. You had the kids over for dinner once a week. You and Sarah walked the block on pleasant evenings. You spent lazy evenings on the couch with Joel, something that had rarely been a part of your marriage until the past few years. 

“I’ve been thinking…”

You looked up from your book. “Uh oh, that’s never good.”

He tickled the bottom of your foot earning a squeal. Everyone talked about growing out of being ticklish. That had never happened to you. “I think it’s probably time to refinish the book nook.”

You glanced behind you, eyes trailing over the bookshelves Joel had built you more than 25 years ago. They’d been through it. The finish was peeling in a few places. The cabinet doors that lined the bottom were dented and scratched from a number of things bumping and running into it while raising 3 kids. You glanced at the farthest one, still stained with faint marks from Emma taking Sharpies to it when she was 3. Residue from stickers marked other areas. 

“Sounds like a big project.”

“I’ve got the time.” Joel smiled. 

He reached down beside him, revealing a gift bag. A simple brown paper bag with a gold ribbon neatly tied and curled. Sarah’s trademark. He handed it to you with a smile.

“This from you or Sarah?”

“Me.” Joel crinkled his nose. “Just asked Sarah to wrap it for you.”

You lifted the bag up and down. It felt like it was probably a book. It rarely wasn’t. “And what is this for?” You smiled at him.

“Just fulfilling my husbandly duties.”

You laughed as you untied the ribbon. Joel had taken your first line to him like an oath over the course of your relationship. He’d surprised you with a new book at random times. Sometimes you came home to one on the kitchen counter or your nightstand. Other times, wrapped or handed to you, each with an inscription detailing something he loved about you and how “Pretty” didn’t cut it. 

You smiled at him, pulling a hardcover book out of the bag. You opened the front cover. A piece of paper slipped out. Before you could investigate, Joel’s handwriting caught your attention. 

I don’t know if you’ve been counting, darling, but this is the 100th book I’ve given you. When I met you in that bar, I knew if I had the chance to give you just one, I’d be the luckiest man alive. 

We always talked about going on a big trip for our 25th wedding anniversary. I know it’s a little bit late, but I booked us on that trip to Italy you were eying last year. 

I’m sure it’ll be beautiful, but I still think the best view is you. 

I love you, Darling. 

You picked up the slip of paper: the booking confirmation set for mid-September. You looked up at Joel, tears blurring your vision. 

He chuckled. “Surprise.”

You set the book carefully on the end table, moving onto Joel’s lap. “You hate flying.”

“But I love new places.” He kissed your nose. He still looked at you like you hung the galaxy. You imagined you looked at him the same. “And you.”  

You kissed him, the words whispered for just the two of you. “I love you too.”

[fashasoffice]

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[wonders-of-ebott]

Naming Easter Eggs: Part 3

References:

Royelle from @holidayking102

Shava and Mini Poppy by @qcool

Noir, Jeremy and Silky from @ut-monochromasis

Cibil by @masterofthenova

Dess from Deltarune

Dreward and Kree by @cojo102

Duo from @secondshift

Felley from @univer-underfell

Hoolya from @ut-pan-girl-askblog

Jack from @rupturedtale-blog

Koffin-K from @ts-underswap

Lily from @fungalfell

Parchment from @coolskeleton59

Petaly by Jas

prunsel

Fils-aime by @lordninadroid

Grace from Undertale Restore by @shigg315

ness earthbound

Asher from Love's Not So Bad by shandit

Frost, Coney, Syekick, Water, Scorch, and Tricksly from @hellspawntale-rebooted-take-2

[faeyuh]

Yellow! Welcome to my account!

[ You have reached my Tumblr blog! haha i see you mutual. Congratulations! You will now be redirected to intro.pdf . . . ]

Hiya Hiya! I'm Faeyuh (fay-uh), but the name I use is Asher, so feel free to call me that instead! (if it's easier for you!)

I use any pronouns, but if you use they/it I will love ya frever !

I'm a proud Asexual and Panromantic! I'm a HUGE hopeless romantic so you may or may not see me post a lot about my fictional crushes or my fictional others

Here's some other things that I am!

An artist (my art tag is just #my art)

A fanfiction author (find me by 'faeyuh' on Ao3!)

AuDHD (Autistic + Adhd) SUSPECTING

Cosplay/Fursuit creator

A huge nerd,,,

An INFP

A minor! Also a strictly non-NSFW blog!!!

Current brain fixations....

Dialtown

Here's some of my main special interests!

Will Wood

UT/DR

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

JOHN DOE

The Backrooms

Cults/Religion

Robots (Portal 2, WALL-E, Fandroid, etc!!)

Game Grumps

Andyland

Dialtown

DCA (Sun and Moon - FNaF SB)

Mushroom Oasis

Adventure Time

And my F/Os!

John Doe

Dr. Flug

Prismo

Tamarack

Anyway! That's about it!!

+☀️🌻+

[Owner of the following accounts: @oneshlut and @the-rouxls-kaard-official (trying to stay more active here!)]

[chestersbraincell]

Oh, to dress like fan interpretations of gaster, oh…

[tracy-warcross]

**Once told y’all followers I’d make a post on what schools the Warcross cast would go to and honestly i forgot that I did so here.**

Emika: if she’s smart: NYU

If just average SUNY I think

Hideo: canonically oxford not changing that

Hammie: UT Austin

Tremaine: some school in the UK. But if American school (hypothetically) Cal tech. He’s smart

But average would be like Virginia Tech or sum top 100 tech school

Roshan: Cambridge? Or some other prestigious college in the UK He’s from a well off background.

U.S. edition: brown

Asher: (summoning from a random wheelbcuz I don’t really know)

ASU; or wake forest

[I think you get by now I’m just bs-ing my guesses I know absolutely nothing about colleges]

Keira: some small liberal arts college in Manhattan

Kenn: canonically Oxford as well

Mari: somewhere in Tokyo (too lazy to search any up)

Bonus: yuebin: Ren Da (or ren Ming da xue)

[karamatsuboy-aj]

More undertale OC time hope y'all like it