#Hope the Human

[changed-lore-au]

Can the Kids tell us your names?

#changed lore au #undertale #undertale au #deltarune au #changed lore #frisk undertale #frisk the human #ask frisk #ask blog #deltarune #Justice soul #Integrity soul #Patience soul #Kindness soul #Bravery soul #perseverance soul #Chara Dreemurr #Holly the Human #Hope the Human #Keith the Human #Melody the Human #Ovilio the Human #Clover UTY #Clover the Human

[whumpy-writings]

I meant Aaron, Micha and Hope, sorry :)

Papa

CW: Fluff, sickening fluff

Micah awoke was a start. Thunder rumbled in the background, the patter of rain against the window. It must have been late afternoon but the room was dark from the storm. Another crack of thunder split the air, causing Micah to wince. Aaron stirred next to him. His eyes were drowsy with sleep and his hair was mussed to one side.

“I need to go check on Hope,” he said. “She’s scared of storms.” Aaron leaned over and brushed his warm lips against Micah’s cheek before he climbed out of bed. 

“I love you,” Micah said as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. Aaron gave him a smile. 

“I love you too,” he said, blowing Micah a kiss before heading towards the door. Micah leaned back against the headboard with a smile. He closed his eyes, silently thanking the gods for their blessings. He still couldn’t believe that this was real. That Aaron was alive. He had spent so long in mourning that every time he caught sight of his love he felt like he had to pinch himself to make sure that this was real. 

Micah climbed out of bed and pattered down the hall to Hope’s room. The door was ajar and he leaned against the frame. The room was softly lit with a single candle, Hope cuddled against her dad’s chest. Tears were drying on her cheeks and she sniffled. Micah’s heart ached for the little girl. 

“Do you remember what I told you about thunder?” Aaron asked softly. Hope shook her head as she used her fists to wipe away her tears. “It’s how the Sky God talks to his brother the Sea God. Most of the time they talk quietly, so quietly that we can’t hear. But sometimes they laugh so hard, argue so loud, or cry so deeply that we can hear them here on earth.”

“I wish they would stop talking to each other,” Hope said, voice rough with tears. Micah smiled at that.

Aaron chuckled. That’s when he looked up and saw Micah. He gave him a soft smile and then pressed a kiss against Hope’s head. “Sadly the Gods are going to do what they want. But the good thing is they never talk for long.” 

Just then thunder boomed through the air. Hope screeched and smashed her hands over her ears. 

Aaron wrapped his arms around her tighter. 

“It’s okay honey, it’s okay,” he murmured as she shook in her arms. “Do you want to sleep with me and Micah? We’ll protect you from the thunder.” 

Hope looked over at Micah, her eyes wary. She wasn’t scared of him, exactly, but she seemed to think of him as someone to be cautious of. He hoped someday that would change.  

Hope nodded and Aaron stood up with her in his arms. “I hope you don’t mind a guest,” Aaron said as he approached Micah.

“Of course not,” Micah said sketching a bow towards the little girl. “Right this way, princess.” Hope giggled at that and Micah couldn’t suppress his smile. They were making progress. Micah led the way back to their room. 

Aaron set Hope down on the bed and she climbed into the very center, pulling the covers over her head. Aaron climbed in next to her and Micah climbed in on the other side. Another low rumble of thunder shook the room. Micah was surprised when Hope poked her head out and slithered over to his side. She leaned her head against his shoulder. 

Micah didn’t move a muscle, not wanting to spook her. His eyes were wide when he met Aaron’s. She had never gotten this close to him before. “You’re a vampire, and vampires are strong, right?” she asked, looking up at him. Her brown eyes were serious. 

“Yes.”

“So you’ll keep me safe?” 

“Yes Hope. I swear before all the gods that I will always keep you safe.” She nodded, the warmth from her cheek seeping through his shirt. Hesitantly, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders in a loose hug. The little girl relaxed. 

“Daddy says that he loves you and you love him,” she said suddenly. Micah’s eyebrows rose and he shot Aaron a look.

“That’s right,” he said. 

“And since I love Daddy and Daddy loves me… does that mean that you love me too?” she asked. 

Micah blinked back the tears. “Yes, I love you Hope. Very much.” The little girl had carved out a place in his heart and made a home there. 

Hope pressed a little kiss against Micah’s cheek. “I love you,” she said. “I’m going to call you Papa. Because you’re big and strong, like the Papa’s in the stories, and you’re part of our family.”

Micah was crying now. Hope reached out and wiped away his tears before throwing her arms around his neck. Micah hugged her back. Then Aaron was wrapping his arms around the both of them and Micah could hear him sniffling too.

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#sorry this took so long anon! #hope the human #aaron the human #micah the vampire #fluff #sickening fluff #of vampires and men

[indeedgoodman]

#art #humanity #kindness #people being people #society #human beings #faith in humanity #india #cleaning #life hacks #tips #how to #love #life #hope #feeling #emotions #existence #reality #real life

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

#marcille donato #falin touden #farcille #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #tw blood #tw body horror #tw gore #as a normal farcille fan this revival has been on my mind since i first read it and getting to watch it is like yippee!! #like messy revivals are everything - the consequences that will haunt u for the rest of the time they are alive #the initial hopeful moments where it all seemed well but quickly descend to That not being the case - losing not only the bit of evidence #evidence that your dream may work out but also someone you deeply care about in the process… marcille my Beloved #ofc wholly thruout the journey - at the forefront of it - getting falin back was the most crucial point but so wuickly :(( it was lost #on the other end its crazy to think about the compoments of falin now - human - dragon (dungeon) - marcille’s magic and desperation #the food the crew cooked (digested) - she is made of many parts!! #also i did not realize how medical it feels to draw smth like this. i dont usually explore the inner parts or use a lot of blood #in my work so rendering everything and looking up refs it felt quite magical (?) #ruporas art

[triona-tribblescore]

I cant stop thinking about them :'( 🩷🩷✨✨ drew my human designs for a wee change of pace uvu

#husk is a “sleep for 12 hours and still feel sleepy” kinda guy #I feel like angel would be kind of used to weird hours cause of work so he'd be able to adjust to most hours #tho in this pic its like 12pm lol #anyway im sobbing over them thank you goodnight uvu <3 #IF YOU SEE THIS I HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY!! <33 #mwah #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #huskerdust fanart #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #human angel dust #human husk #tribbleart

[jamjoob]

More dumps

#Hope y'all get the references in the last pic #I'm using drawpile for these #adventure time #finn the human #jake the dog #marceline #princess bubblegum #my art

[unfortunatebassist]

You know, the solar eclipse is bringing out something in humanity that I always love to see. Humans making a big deal out of something we can't change, celebrating and laying picnics out to see a giant rock pass in front of our light source, passing around special glasses so we can all observe the sky being different for a few hours together...

The cuteness of it all, the child-like wonder of it all, the feeling so small of it all...

The world isn't perfect but humans try their best to enjoy what we can when we can.

#solar eclipse #humanity #maybe hope looks like a ring around a blackened sun

[bluegiragi]

negotiations.

early access + nsfw on patreon

#dragons get so tunnel visioned when it comes to their hoard. often to their own detriment #y'all wanted to see price in action...you better savour it while you can #also i've not been intentionally neglecting laswell since i love her as much as the average joe #but i guess it just happened... #for the record she's still a human in this au but she keeps up with the best of them #ALSO also i had a ton of fun drawing this section #i hope it shows <3 #monster 141 au #captain john price #manuel roba #simon ghost riley #giragi art

[danielcalmdown]

i'm just filling up a kim without glasses lore gap with random shit, don't mind me

#my drawing #disco elysium #drawing kim is more about relearning how human faces are constructed and perspective than anything else xD #i hope he turned out alright i stared at him for too long to know lol #i also like the idea of kim making harry laugh

[starry-mang0s]

I keep forgetting that I can just post old art…like I don’t have to leave it in the depths of my files.

Such a sad sad grass lad

#I made this sometime last year idk when but it was before I had tumblr so I never posted it :/ #anyway I hope y’all enjoy this sad boi #art #digital art #fan art #adventure time #fern the human #adventure time fern #adventure time fanart

[changed-lore-au]

How about you mind the business of my business and my awesome sick questions (heh fuckin gotem)

#undertale #undertale au #changed lore #changed lore au #Hope the Human #Patience soul

[whumpy-writings]

How's Hope doing with Micah and Aaron? And what's schooling going to look like for her once she's old enough?

Hope's doing great! She's still a bit scared of Micah but she's happy that she gets to be with her dad all the time. She doesn't get to play with other children much, so she has to come up with her own games. Aldon sent her a set of dolls that she absolutely adores. Micah's working on building her a doll house that will be a surprise for her next birthday (she'll be turning 5 years old).

Once she's old enough for school, she'll be home schooled by Micah. Humans aren't allowed to learn how to read or write so she wouldn't be able to go to the vampire school, but Micah feels very strongly that both she and Aaron should learn how to read.

#hope the human #micah the vampire #aaron the human #of vampires and men

[violottie]

Day 200. This post is for the burnt out activists. There is hope. Don’t let them convince you otherwise. “It starts with Gaza.” from Lets Talk Palestine, 23/Apr/2024:

#dont lose hope #keep talking about palestine #dont stop talking about palestine #keep protesting #keep boycotting #palestine #free palestine #gaza #free gaza #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #i stand with palestine #rafah #save rafah #human rights #social justice

[sweet-honey-bunnies]

#giggles.. i hope that this is silly enough.. :) #adventure time #adventure time meme #finn the human #finn mertens #jake the dog #flashing tw

[stil-lindigo]

the machine.

a comic about being a 'creator' online.

creative notes:

#in light of recent online 'success' i feel like this may come off as ungrateful #just wanna say that all the comics i make in this series are written about experiences i felt in 2022 #which was a rough year personally and creatively #and i very luckily don't feel this way anymore #and this also isnt to shame anyone who DOES feel this way #its easy to start to feel like all you are is a vending machine of art #and like thats all you are to people #theres nothing human to you #it can be a bit of a pit #and on some level this damage is self inflicted but social media really doesnt help that feeling #this wont work for everyone but having friends around you who you can talk to about stuff that ISNT art #going outside for dinner #maybe walking around #its good for when you need that feeling to go away even a bit temporarily #youre a human being #not a mindless content creation machine #and i hope anyone who feels like this now can get to a place where they have a healthier relationship with their own work #good luck to all of you #and thank you for reading #comic art #its 10pm #stillindigo art

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

#idk if it's still tradition but the kids at the local school next to walden when I went there #used to have a tradition where u had to pee in walden pond before u graduated or otherwise you'd fail one of your classes #as someone who did not do this im happy to report i did fail a class so maybe they had a point #they've torn the school down tho so who knows #i hope this makes sense #i think we've been human longer than we've been writing #ps this land was taken over by hostile combatants and colonialized . let us not forget that part of the reason #our 'history' is so short. is that we have systematically slaughtered the people who had history here before