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[marsoid]

hello! i came across long exposure last night and started reading it on a whim and proceeded to bingeread all of it over the course of about 3 hours 😅 i loved how much love and care you put into this and how you went ham on how messy and imperfect people can be. it really inspired to work on my art skills so i can hopefully someday make something that cool, and just in general it lifts my spirits seeing well-told queer stories like that. thanks for making good stuff, hope you have a great day!

TT__TT thank you so much wahhghghghg

[capricioussun]

@weia-yo said: what got you into undertale?

It kind of was just...unavoidable? Or maybe inevitable is a better word. My sister had been following it during the kickstarter, she already knew abt Toby Fox and was really excited for it. The year it came out, when she was home for christmas, she got my mom to play it. I was busy having serial colds so I was pretty out of it for most of that time, but it blew up on my side of tumblr, too, so I'd been seeing tons of fanart.

I didn't really get into it at the time but I'm not exaggerating when I say I took One look at Papyrus and was like YOU 🫵 and while the obsession didn't fully take root then. Years later, I think about 2018, 2019, I still have the picture from the conversation I was having with Nattie when a comic with Papyrus came across my dash and I stayed up all night reading it and catching up, and thusly drawing Papyrus and Samus standing side by side bc of their "matching armor".

The comic was handplates, lol, but then, it was unavoidable. I watched letsplays and read wikis and dug through tags. I started a side blog to rb only undertale fanart that I'm pretty sure is still up somewhere, but yeah. When it finally sunk its teeth in I was toast and it's been melting my brain ever since <3

[soothedcerberus]

hi i've seen a lot of people say they love the hades game but i don't know anything about it other than it involves greek mythology and has lots of hot guys, what do you like about it?

-The whole dysfunctional extended family thing with gods is great

-the very humorous “ i’m leaving the underworld forever father” only to show up back at the house 10 minutes later because you died

-You can be gay and romance characters (Or at least attempt to date them, I haven’t actually gotten this close with anyone yet) 

-addictive as Hell (pun intended) gameplay

-you can decorate your house

-YOUR DOG IS CERBERUS AND YOU CAN PET HIM

-lively dialogue, I’ve played for 36 hours and I have yet to come across a repeating line. There’s no limit to new things these characters say. 

-“god-mode” option for people who don’t want to go mad with how difficult this game is

-no spoilers but im invested in the story and these characters

-gorgeous art direction

-fantastic voice acting

-lol everyone is very pretty yes

-There’s a Danny DeVito skeleton

[popatochisssp]

i might be reading too much into something that nemo didn't take to heart but i really don't get how nemo had more responsibility to apologize since from what i read pitch was way more in the wrong, like nemo's comments were hurtful and he absolutely had to apologize for them but they were a careless outburst in an overcooked conversation, while pitches comments felt more like precise jabs at nemo's insecurities (1/2)

i guess ultimately what i'm wondering is, if nemo Did take that to heart (maybe not feeling like pitch should apologize first but just not figuring out how to address things after All That), what would pitch do to try and mend that rift? (2/2)

also i hope i don't come across as weird for sending all these asks, i genuinely thought the intention was for pitch not being willing/able to address things until after nemo took the first step to be a flaw that he'd have to work through and grow from, and i was genuinely surprised that wasn't the case 

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I don’t think it’s unfair of Pitch to want an apology for a jab at his disability first-- yes, they were arguing, and both said some very unfair things, but ultimately, what Pitch went after (while not unintentional and definitely low-blows, I’m not saying they weren’t) were behavioral things, fears and insecurities, but things that Nemo can work on.

Pitch cannot become un-blind. That’s what makes it a lower blow, whatever Nemo’s intentions were, and why the responsibility to reopen communication lines is on him here. It’s not something that Pitch can work on or change about himself, that’s physical and permanent.

And I personally don’t think of that as a flaw of Pitch’s to want/need the first apology, I really don’t. He is willing to take responsibility and apologize for his part in things-- things that were said in the argument, and the dysfunctions of their relationship as it was before--but I don’t think of it as a failing that he might want some kind of assurance from Nemo that his brother doesn’t think of him as fundamentally broken first, because really, nobody can work on anything relationship-wise if both parties don’t have basic respect for each other.

Especially since literally their entire lives, Pitch has always been the one to cave and apologize first when something went wrong in their dynamic. Asking Nemo to do it once, for a fight he definitely started, doesn’t strike me, personally, as unfair.

Because once Nemo takes that first step, Pitch is off the defensive and he very much does work on mending the rift. He’s not just sitting around, waiting for Nemo to ��fix’ himself and everything else. He helps Nemo with his agoraphobia therapy, and goes out on his behalf when he can’t go out himself, and generally actively supporting him however he can, including emotionally by talking about what happened.

Nemo technically didn’t even apologize, but he came to Pitch and asked for his help and Pitch understood the implication of that: i want to work on this, i’m taking the first step, please meet me halfway.

And Pitch did!

They start hanging out again, for therapy purposes but also just the way they used to, having casual brotherly time together. They talk, about whatever, but also about deeper things that are on their mind--like the hurt they both dealt each other, in the argument but for things years past too, just to get it out. Explicit apologies are made, on both sides, which means yes! Pitch apologizes too! Like Nemo, he owns what he said and they talk about it to try and understand why it came out the way it did and how they can be better going forward: that’s how Pitch is working on mending the rift.

I think you might be expecting that both of them need to have an arc in this scenario, but the fact is that Pitch’s big epiphany of growth and change has already happened, when he was lying blinded, bedridden, and half-dead Underground.

Nemo looked after him and kept things running, with a few stumbles here and there, but he did it, without Pitch’s help-- and that was Pitch’s moment, realizing that his baby brother was maybe more capable than he’d given him credit for, and that the arrangement they had going and the way he’d been trying to do everything for both of them was neither necessary nor working. By the time he’s healed, he’s already resolved to working out a new normal with Nemo, embracing the change and figuring out how to just be brothers together, on the Surface.

Pitch’s arc is over and he’s where he should be: coping well with his blindness, learning who he is as a person outside of his responsibilities and what he likes when allows himself to like things, committing to doing and being better for his brother instead of perpetuating their semi-dysfunctional (at best) relationship.

But Pitch’s moment just happened to be part of Nemo’s trauma, so Nemo is a couple steps behind.

And that’s okay!

It doesn’t mean Pitch has to change even more, or go backwards in his own journey just because Nemo isn’t quite there yet and is still struggling with things.

As a visual metaphor, think of Pitch walking fast and several steps ahead and Nemo is trying to grab onto him to keep him from going because he can’t walk that fast. (The fight)

Pitch shakes his hold loose and Nemo is sat where he is for a long while, with Pitch still facing forward, with his back turned. (After the fight, the stalemate)

But all Nemo has to do is ask for help, and Pitch turns right around with his hand outstretched. (The olive branch)

He’s immediately willing, after that, to support his brother; or to slow down or even stop to accommodate Nemo’s pace and help him catch up, and then they’ll be able to go forward, both of them. (Communicating with each other, repairing their relationship, apologizing for the ways they’ve hurt each other in the past and committing to do better)

And... I think that’s as in-depth as I know how to explain these characters and their arc as I see them, so if that doesn’t clear things up even a little bit, I’m sorry--I promise I tried!

[villainpapyrus]

wait, 8675- oh goddammit

[slothpile]

hello @weia-yo !! i’m your secret santa!! for this year’s @undertalesecretsanta !! i hope this present is okay for you! and that the holidays are treating you well!! c:

i kinda imagined them rushing to a christmas party after they made makeshift costumes for each other while drawing this. also it isn’t too obvious, but susie’s dressed as krampus. ^q^ /

[nikodavisflores]

weia-yo replied to your photo “More doodles of Nox and his tall ex wife”

the baby and a baby

Indeed!

[askglaspyrus]

because i'm evil, 1I and the 9d palette for papyrus

*You called for help...

*But nobody came.

[Prompt]

[imperatoralicia]

one of the reasons i love following you is that even after i fell out of the mass efect fandom your stuff helps me remember why i fell in love with mass effect in the first place (aka garrus and fornax)

Ooh, I’m actually really glad to hear that! I try to make my presence on the internet a positive one by sharing moments of joy from games I really like. Mass Effect has such a big, interesting universe that’s just incredibly fun to think about. I’m really glad there are people out there who can keep the fun going, even years later.

So, thank you to everyone who shares these special things and continues spreading the happiness around!

Also, date aliens! I highly recommend it.

[deaderwrites]

G1: "what is their most attractive external feature?" for Maul :D

You have to respect the muscles, obviously. That’s how he is able to use his maul so good. It’s important. But his wife fell in love with his eyes, so he likes them, too. 

[drundertalescum]

happy late birthday! i wanted to do something for one of your fics so i decided on this conceptual/cover art/abstract thing for Goldfish (also 3 papyrus’ for the price of 1). i hope you like it and that i managed to convey a feeling of… something.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE IT

[capricioussun]

i feel bad for this but Drawn and frail for fellpap

I got really melodramatic with this one otl

Ao3

CW for reference to implied torture, imprisonment, "canon typical violence"

Prompt list

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The corridor felt longer than it ever had before. Longer even than the first time Asgore led her there, growing darker, colder with every step. A familiar, old door loomed at the end, groaning as she forced it open, rusty hinges crying a warning to any held captive in the cells beyond.

Barring some dust here and there she wouldn't waste time thinking on, all were empty. All but one.

She made her way on stiff legs to the farthest cell, every step echoing in the unnatural silence. Her body ached, exhaustion fighting to take hold after everything it'd taken to get this far. But it had all been worth it. The rebellion had finally taken the throne. The barrier was broken. After all this time, they were really, truly all free now. Or would be, soon.

Very little light found its way this far, but still, a ghost of her shadow fell over the heavy door. The key struggled to turn, the rotted wood cracking loudly as the door was raucously thrown open, and her shadow stretched out further, just shy of the prisoner. Even the dim light could not reach him where he lay, curled against the far wall.

He startled harshly at the sound, drawing in on himself and raising a hand as if it was somehow bright enough he'd need to shield his eyes. Faintly, his bones had begun to rattle – a chalky, hollow sound unsoftened by fabric, stripped and sallow.

Anger and grief swelled chokingly quick, making her dizzy, nearly blinded with rage. That the near unrecognizable monster before her, impossibly small and frail, trembling and holding himself close with not fear but resignation, could be the same as her once fellow Captain, her Lieutenant...her friend. It was unconscionable.

Suddenly, the shifting of her armor with every step on the stone floor sounded cacophonous in the small room. Her presence large and imposing before him, likely mirroring whatever scenes played out here before, on the rare occasion he was "tended" to. Closer now, his mistreatment became all the clearer.

The pale magic gathered at his joints was a sickly tan, thicker and partially dried at wounds left unhealed, discolored bruises marred at least half his body, and his bones looked thin enough to shatter if he so much as tried to stand on his own. She would've thought it impossible for a skeleton to look gaunt before today.

Papyrus – and it was, truly Papyrus –tilted his head, hand lowering slightly as he looked up at her, or maybe he was too weak to continue holding it up so high. His sockets looked sunken and somehow even darker than when he normally forwent using eyelights, but even that wasn't quite so haunting has his expression.

Soul-deep exhaustion.  Weak and tired, teetering dangerously close to the edge of Falling. No fear, no acknowledgment, maybe a scrap of uncertainty, perhaps wondering what she was there for if not punishment, or why it was taking so long to start. Her soul twisted painfully in her chest, gloves creaking from hands clenched tight at her sides, nearly as tight as her jaw, sending a dull throb through her already aching head.

Without warning, she turned on heel, storming back out of the cell and down the hall. At the very least he deserved a shred of dignity preserved. She could give him that much. The trip back to the connecting corridor was brief, quicker still to tear a piece of the drapes from the window. She only slowed upon reaching the room again, though not as much as before, not allowing hesitation as she moved back toward her once fierce ally.

In a swift maneuver, she drew the fabric around him as she knelt. She could remember a time she'd threatened him for growing taller than her, but as he flinched away at the unexpected touch, he looked so very much like that small, anxious child she'd seen trailing behind his brother at the labs all those years ago.

Her hands shook with fury that had no place to go, carefully tucking the makeshift blanket around him as that lingering raised hand found their joint by his collarbone. Those despondent eyes wrested her attention and she'd known, she'd known from the start of this what she had to do. They'd both have died down here, rotting in this prison if Asgore had turned his wrath on her as well. How many others would've suffered alongside them.

The truth did little to assuage her guilt, hot and strangling not unlike the urge to cry but infinitely more wrathful. But of course it was him to make that sacrifice, of course.

"Told you I'd still save your scrawny ass," she managed in a ragged whisper. A bitter laugh choked her, forced to look away as Papyrus still showed no sign of recognition.

Her hands shook nearly in time with his tremors, clasped firmly around his fragile shoulders. There was no resistance when she pulled him forward with more care than she'd ever handled him in all their years together. He merely fell against her and she bundled him close, searching for relief beyond the rage.

Not ideal, no, but he was alive. They both were. She'd kept her word and they could finally both go home. Better yet, make new ones on the surface.

"Shouldn'a taken so long," her voice shook, gravel from days of shouting orders, strained from tears she couldn't shed, "I'm-" her voice cracked so she clenched her jaw tighter, "I'm sorry, Papyrus."

"You shouldn't have- this wasn't supposed to..." her words tapered off as she realized he'd stilled in her embrace.

Forcing panic aside, she pulled away only enough to see his face. At the movement, his sockets opened blearily, a stubborn tremble or two shaking him, but only a deep need for rest looked back at her. In the stiflingly musty air, she could still feel the pulse of his soul so close to her, the low crackle of his magic, still alive and flowing, as his eyes lulled closed again.

Easing him back to her shoulder, a shuddering sigh wracked her. The relief began trickling in then, at last. Despite his condition, he knew he was safe now. It wouldn't be long until she could get him the true help he needed, and then his recovery could begin.

As mindfully as she could, she pulled herself to her feet with Papyrus gathered securely in her arms, stirring briefly but already dozing again as she made their way back to the others.

Beyond a shadow of doubt, she knew if anyone could bounce back from months of this form of hell, it would be him. And she'd do everything to be there for him this time, every step of the way.

[sugarbunnydeku]

pros and cons of dating beepbeep (beppe)

OKAY so i had forgotten this for a while, and then FOUR TIMES i tried to respond either tumblr or chrome ate my response so i was a little discouraged lol. HERE WE GO AGAIN!

Pros: 

very affectionate

very romantic when he has the time, 

devoted and would make a great father if you’re family-minded and that’s your thing, 

lots of cats at his house to pet

good at mechanical stuff (used to own a garage/shop back in ratchet) so your chopper/flying machine/rocket/sky golem is in good hands

loves to cook, often in just an apron

has a great butt

very giving and open-minded in bed (if that’s your thing)

usually pretty good at opening up and talking about his emotions and listening to others talk about theirs

Cons:

sometimes a little TOO affectionate (and maybe a little clingy)

cat hair everywhere

no, really, EVERYWHERE

as a merc, is gone long periods of time

as a merc he might die at like any time

sometimes treats his partners as things that must be protected at all times

gives morning kisses before brushing his teeth

poops with the bathroom door open

often puts everyone else in his life before him, which sounds nice on paper but that has to do with his self-esteem issues that he doesn’t work very hard on

[popatochisssp]

an interesting thing about the sf+hsf boys i noticed is, with their emotional rifts it's papyrus who realizes there's a problem that needs to be fixed even if he doesn't know exactly what to do. like rus wanted to do a trial separation bc the current situation was literally killing mal, and nemo is the one to want to apologize to pitch and patch things up after their fight even though pitch also said some really nasty hurtful things

Yeah, that’s definitely because Rus and Nemo are both significantly more emotionally intelligent than their brothers, who tend to minimize or ignore things they’re feeling/going through-- especially if there’s not a quick or obvious fix.

However...

If Rus left it up to Mal to realize he was working and stressing himself half to death and that he needed to take a step back to let Rus figure his own life out, he’d still be micromanaging and doing everything for them both and more or less killing himself in the process. Rus needs to learn a few things, but Mal is the one that really needs to change, and he wouldn’t if Rus didn’t put him in a position where he literally had to.

If Nemo left it wholly up to Pitch to try and reconcile after their fight, though... That wouldn’t really feel fair? Because yes, Pitch said some harsh and hurtful things, too, but in this case, it’s not on Pitch to make Nemo feel better. Pitch’s low blows were aimed at Nemo’s agoraphobia, which was definitely low, but Nemo’s low blows jabbed at Pitch’s blindness.

However caring and concerned a place that came from, Nemo can work through his agoraphobia--which Pitch is perfectly willing to support him in--but Pitch can’t become un-blind.

That’s a sore spot and it’s why Nemo has to apologize first before Pitch can really give any ground, because if Pitch were to apologize first it could come across as a concession (i.e., actually, you were right to suggest that I’m helpless and need protecting because I’m blind, I will now stop doing this sport that brings me enjoyment and agency).

Once Nemo can tell or at least show Pitch that he doesn’t really think that about him (blind = helpless), the apologies can start tumbling out on both sides for the hurtful things that were said and they can start moving forward together, as brothers.

In SF, Rus sees the need for things to change while Mal stubbornly remains the same, even to his own detriment. In HSF, Pitch has already changed, and it’s Nemo-- still stuck in Mal’s old way of thinking--who needs to do a little catching up.

[bogleech]

pretty much everyone agrees that skeletons just aren't scary. if you could, what would you do to make a genuinely frightening skeleton? (no cheating, it has to be an obviously human skeleton, points docked off if it's a baby skeleton or an amalgamation of human bones)

Scariness is really just 100% presentation and I feel like horror just hasn’t really given skeletons a proper chance; they’ve almost ALWAYS been played for cheesiness, or badass action, to the point where I think it might actually be EASIER these days to present them as truly disturbing simply because it would come as such a surprise.Just a dark, gloomy, nicely shot atmospheric film with skeletons, that’s all we really need. Whether they’re effective or not will come down to how they’re animated and how they behave.

I always imagined the “real thing” would scuttle around crab-walking because it doesn’t have flesh holding it back. Maybe they’d organize the way ants and termites do.

[starlitskvaderart]

My entry for @undertalesecretsanta‘s winter event!

My recipient was @weia-yo , who wanted Asgore welcoming Lancer and Ralsei to the family!

In the Dark World Ralsei was pacing the length of the Card Castle throne room, fretting. Lancer watched from his perch on the throne, rattling his fingers against the arms of the massive chair, and finally cleared his throat.

“What are you so worried about?”

Ralsei stopped, reaching up to tug at the brim of his hat as he slowly looked over at Lancer.

“Worried? I’m… I’m not!”

Lancer stared at him, his face - at least what Ralsei could see of it - skeptical. Ralsei pulled his hat down lower, hiding his face entirely.

“I mean - we’ve met Asgore before - face time and stuff - and he’s really sweet so I’m not worried, it’ll be--”

“Can’t hear you when you mumble into your hat,” Lancer said, tone singsong as he hopped from the throne. Ralsei blushed, burying his face deeper into the hat. Lancer stepped closer, an impish little smile creeping across his face. “Sooo you’re really not worried?”

Ralsei mumbled into his hat again. Lancer reached up to pull it down, head tilting.

“Why are you worried?”

Ralsei was still for several minutes, avoiding Lancer’s gaze; the Spade Prince didn’t let up, and after a moment Ralsei sighed and lowered the hat.

“What if… what if we get there and… and I mess up? And then what if he changes his mind? Oooh, what if Kris changes their mind? What if…!”

He started to pull the hat against his face again. Lancer snatched it away, holding it behind his back.

“That’s dumb.”

“Mm…?” Ralsei peeked over his glasses at Lancer, wide-eyed. “But--”

“That’s dumb,” Lancer pressed on, “because we… are awesome.”

“We are?” Ralsei asked plaintively. Lancer scoffed, stepping back to cross his arm.

“Aren’t we part of the Fun Gang? Weren’t Kris and Susie dying to be our best friends?”

“That’s not how I remember it,” Ralsei mumbled. Lancer ignored him.

“You guys defeated my dad! And I got the rest of the kingdom to go along with us! And Lesser Dad agreed to help me, and you guys! That’s pretty great, right?”

“Well…”

Ralsei hesitated, but nodded; Lancer grinned at him.

“Exactly! And that… is why Asfore is dying to be a part of this too!”

“Asgore,” Ralsei said. Lancer nodded.

“Right, that guy. All new family… so, you ready?”

Ralsei hesitated, swaying in place, scarf and robe swinging around him. Then he took a deep breath and smiled.

“Yeah. I think I am. Thanks, Lancer.”

“I’m pretty good at this.” Lancer nodded, satisfied. “Now come on - Susie’s been waiting right behind you for, like… ever.”

He skipped off toward the fountain, grinning as he heard Ralsei’s yelped apology to Susie.

This was gonna be great!

***

In the Light World Asgore was pacing the length of his shop, fretting.

He’d met Ralsei and Lancer before, of course. Good children. Sweet children, perfect friends for his darling little Kris, perfect additions to his family.

The question was - how well would they fit? How right could Asgore be for them, considering…

...well. Never mind that.

“What are you so worried about?”

Asgore jumped, turning toward the voice. Kris, stealthy as ever, had crept right in; Asgore smiled, shaking his head as he scooped them up into a hug.

“I’m not.”

Kris stared at him, their impassive little face looking more unimpressed than usual. Asgore cleared his throat as he looked away - caught out again by a too-clever teenager.

“After all,” he pressed on, “there really isn’t anything to worry about. We all get along well enough, with Ralsei and Lancer as well as that fellow that sometimes hangs around Lancer… what is it he calls him?”

“Lesser Dad.”

“Er… yes.” Briefly, Asgore wondered what sort of nickname Lancer might come up with for him.

He immediately decided whatever it was would certainly be delightful.

“They’re here,” Kris said after a moment. Asgore perked up, following his human child to the door.

After phonecalls and face time, it was time to meet his newest family members face to face.

They stood side by side, Kris’ school friend Susie just behind them; after a moment Kris stepped past the other two to join her, and they both looked at Asgore, Lancer, and Ralsei a moment before walking away to leave the three alone.

They were, of course, absolutely perfect. Asgore took a deep breath, looking at sweet-faced, shy little Ralsei and jolly, confident-yet-pleading Lancer.

Then he scooped them both into his arms, all his doubts gone as the two of them leaned into his embrace.

“Welcome to the family,” Asgore said softly. “Welcome home.”