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dungeonpuppykai · 2 months

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About burglar!Curtis…

This idea occurred to me too, and to shut me up he’d use me for his needs and breed me full of his child 🥵🫣🫣

KATHYYYY YOU SEXY BEAST 🥵

| Wrong Place, Right Time |

Warning(s): Noncon, burglar!Curtis, frisking, corruption kink, groping, unprotected p-in-v sex, bondage, breeding kink, choking, fear kink, pet names, dacryphilia, mild spanking, creampie, degradation, drugging.

Pairing: Dark Burglar!Curtis Everett | Naive!You.

It was ironic and yet fateful.

The house that the shadowy man had broken in to rob wasn't even yours.

You had just been a friend who was there for a sleepover.

Your eyes widen and you freeze in your spot between the double doors of the fridge when you hear a click from the kitchen backdoor that opens into the yard behind the house. Either you were too caught up in your rummaging of the contents inside the appliance to find something to snack on, or whoever it was that was slowly entering the dimly lit room with soft thuds of their boots now was such a professional that they hadn't required any prior tampering with the mechanism before easing it open, because you hadn't heard anything until the door was being noiselessly pulled open.

Your head whips to your sides frantically as you panic, unable to decide a course of action that feels right.

It is when the footsteps become louder and louder that you drop to your knees with your ears flaming hot and you crawl to the kitchen island and grab the first thing that you can reach; which is a rolling pin for whatever reason.

Clutching your weapon close to your chest, you bite your lip to try and champion your panting as you move to your feet but remain ducking behind the island, vigilant eyes scanning your surroundings. Whoever it is has most probably figured out that they aren't alone due to how the refrigerator light had been illuminating the otherwise mostly dark room, the thumping close of the magnetized doors only further damning you.

You tightly chew on your bottom lip as you slowly move around the counter, eyeing the kitchen door while the footsteps circle the workspace in the same fashion.

Your eyebrows furrow when they abruptly come to a halt and everything goes dead silent again. You take a few moments before raising your head and peeking over the marble top to check the intruder's position.

But no one is there.

Self doubt suddenly grips at you and you wonder if you hallucinated or misperceived something else for a creep but then–

"Boo~" a deep whisper sounds right beside your ear and your eyes widen as you spin so fast you can barely comprehend anything. The way in which the stranger suspends your rushed attack by wrapping his rough fingers around your weapon bearing band and depriving it of any and all liberty while his other hand flies to your throat to walk you back into a wall is all too quick for you to register until after it's happened.

"Woah, now. What do we think we are doing?"

Okay, he is a professional.

Your eyes that can rival saucers instantly fill with tears as the man gathers your other hand along with the one that had meant him offense above your head. He easily snatches the rolling pin from you before looking around and then tossing it in a basket that holds various kitchen cloths in it.

The harsh blue of his eyes is so bright that you can make it out even in the liminal lighting. "Now, where were we?" As his amused gaze now trails over your barely clad body, you realize that burglary is no longer the center of his focus, for a deep pink tongue reveals itself from his bearded mouth and licks a long stripe of his chapped bottom lip. Since one of his arms is half raised to keep you locked in place, the heavy scent of what can only be described as raw manliness wafts to your nostrils and lingers in the air all around you. His pale face is dirty and stern, cheeks scarred in some places under the thick mat of his dark beard.

The stranger does not muffle your mouth but you're far too petrified to attempt anything unwise. He does not need to press a weapon to your skin to ensure meekness either, for his bruised and naked lethal fists are threatening enough.

So you let out the only thing anyone in your situation would in their helplessness. "P- Please."

"Hm" his eyes lower to scan your erect nipples that push against the sheer fabric of your tank top, his pearly whites -that are in a stark contrast to the rest of the darkness- flash as he smirks when he locates the spot that your natural moisture has caused in your fluffy cotton panties. "Gotta make sure you don't have any more surprises for me first" and then you're whipped around before his free hand is all over you, the coarse pads of his fingers roaming over every bump and crevice of your form.

You let out an audible gasp when his palm brushes against your breasts -that he had neglected along with your intimates during the initial frisk- and he lets it circle the shape before taking a proper squeeze. You wince and your body responds to the pain by making your muscles twitch. Your back arches as a result and your ass bounces up to collide with his own privates and then the man has no choice but to look down with a grunt at the assaulter.

The sight that his cruel blue eyes meet with pulls his lips wider and his expression deepens into a grin. "Jeez" a small patch of fuzzy little threads resembling a bunny tail stands erect an inch or two above your covered pucker.

What?

You like cute things and so you reward yourself with them every once in a while.

The realization that you are wearing that underwear claws at your throat and cheeks alike and you can't help but flush even in this depraved situation.

"Didn't know I had myself a bunny here" your thumping heart begins to thunder when you feel his hand toy with the 'tail' for a few moments before he flicks it. You are on the verge of letting out a peep but he suddenly snatches your throat back into his grasp and sandwiches your body between his hard one and the wall you're facing.

"Tell me" his beard scratches against the shell of your ear from behind and you tremble in fear. Your legs try to press together to try and cover yourself in any way you can but the stranger ruthlessly worms one of his feet between yours and roughly pushes them apart. The action causes you to lose your balance and your legs go to split but the knee he props up in the middle catches you just in time. "Do you like to breed like one too?" He doesn't care for the frantic shaking of your head and instead caresses your nether regions with the intruder he has pushed between them.

"Plea–"

"I think you do" he decides for the two of you and marches you into the pantry closet before pushing you over a big carton that stands in the center. The stranger easily manhandles you and before you can try your luck even in vain, he grabs an apple from one of many baskets lined along the edge of a table before pushing it in your mouth. Your teeth dig into it and your jaw locks in place due to its size, your head having no choice but to lay against the box sideways as your eyes release stinging tears all the while.

The man seems to be in a rut as he does not bother with ridding you of what little covers you have on, instead only roughly pulling down your panties before grunting at the sight of your sex that glistens even in the small light that shines in the dark closet from the kitchen. A calloused palm lands on your ass and makes you jump up with a whimper, your bloodshot eyes unable to see much even though they frantically dart about futilely in every direction they can.

The man does not waste another second and aligns his rock hard cock along your entrance and pushes in within the next moment, groaning at the balmy tightness of your soft walls. "Fuck, bunny" while one of his coarse hands keep your wrists arrested above your ass, the other squeezes at your hip before steeling you in place. "Trying to shake your head no but makin' a mess inside those cute little bunny panties like it's your job" he jerks the rest of his seemingly never ending length deep up your cavern.

Your pussy has had to expand so much to accompany him that you can feel a very obvious and painful strain in the band of your opening, the ache causing you to fear that you might rip. Your mouth is full of apple juice as you blink away your tears, face scrunched in discomfort as you stare at the wine rack in front of you.

The man pulls back almost all the way out only to plunge his cock deeper and harder up your hot channel now. Your head spins and can tell that his unforgiving size has already located your sensitive bundle of nerves within the first few thrusts.

His stiff and thick tip is unrelenting after that as he just keeps on increasing his speed, his heavy balls slapping your sore ass as they try to push their own way in with each push of his hips. The man grunts, curses, gropes, squeezes, spanks and somewhere along the way even leans down to bite at your tear stained cheeks, licking them in long stripes and twitching at the taste while the box below you violently shakes and threatens to come undone by how roughly it is being rocked back and forth.

"You like that, huh, bunny?" He has realized that each time he spanks you or pulsates inside you, you clench sensitively with a moan. And so he has been doing that for the past couple pounds. "Like getting fucked like the little breeding bunny that you are?" His face is next to yours as you sob into the apple, forcing yourself to keep your eyes trained on the wine bottles as he glowers down on you while pistoning himself in and out of you like you're nothing but a toy meant for relief of the depraved sorts.

"What is with the crying, huh?" His hips snap against yours so hard that your aching ass and even pucker shake with each thrust. "You finally have what you always wanted; a man to breed you full and swell like the dirty little bunny that you are" his deep voice is now even more hoarse due to his irregular breathing. "Isn't that why you saunter around other people's houses in nothing but slutty little underwear? So someone can come along and take you for the breeding bunny that you are?" Your eyes move from their position for the first time in a while.

How does he know that it's not your house?

"You don't have to worry about anything now" he wraps your hair around his hand before roughly pulling at it to withstand the force of his orgasm that shoots up your cavity. "Except. For. Bearing. Me. A. Healthy. Fuckin'. Fluffle." Your body naturally reacts to the overwhelming stimulation as he gives you a jab with each word, fucking his hot seed deeper and deeper up your womb, causing your hips to tighten and pussy to milk him as your eyes roll to the back of your head and you fall.

Your owner takes his sweet time fucking his orgasm out and into you as you spasm against the carton helplessly, drowning in a numbing combination of myopia and vertigo of your forced ecstacy, thighs quivering violently.

"Now," the stranger lets up only when he is fully satisfied… for now. Pulling himself out of your abused channel with a wince, he fixes himself up after letting your arms fall limp at your sides. "Oh– there, there" he abruptly halts whatever it is that he's doing behind you to pull up your panties when his seed threatens to spill out of your stuffed slit. "Can't let it go to waste now, can we?" He snickers to himself before appropriating the rest of his condition.

"Now, let's get you to your burrow" you are manhandled up to your malfunctioning feet by your nape and a wet cloth presses to your nose before your eyes can even adjust to the sudden burst of light that shines in from behind his towering form. His face is the last thing you can make out before your knees finally give out and you go to fall on your back but he catches you in one of his hard arms.

"There, there, bunny" his voice echoes in your head as the world around you starts to melt. "I've got you" you feel him remove the apple from your now slack jaw before he lumps you on one of his shoulders.

And then your consciousness fades into an unfathomable abyss.

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everysongineverykey · 9 months

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i've said this before but i think a huge part of the reason undertale's character writing works that doesn't get talked about enough is the fact that it doesn't fall into the trap of having FRIENDSHIP fix everything. i mean in a way it kind of does but like. the characters fix their own mistakes. they are the ones to decide they've done wrong and take action to fix it, not you. they just realize that through frisk. friendship gives them the new perspective necessary to change their ways, but it's only half the solution.

it's alphys who decides, on her own, to take the amalgamates home and admit her mistakes. it's undyne who, when it's her turn to attack you, outside her flaming house, decides there's no point in this path of mindless murder and destruction she's dug for herself, and breaks the cycle herself by dropping her weapon and deciding not to fight you anymore. it's asgore who, after you've done nothing but attack him, realizes what a coward he's been and decides to end the cycle of violence at the cost of his own life. it's mettaton who hears the voices of the hundreds who love him, and who he loves, and realizes that for now, it's more worth it for him to be content where he is. it's asriel who, despite the comfort of pretending chara's still with him, chooses to recognize frisk as who they really are, and face a harsh reality so he can save his family. sans sees your determination and perseverance in the face of hopelessness and decides that maybe there is something to fight for, all by simply watching you. hell, papyrus gives up his fight entirely on his own- all he needs is an opportunity to really think his plan to join the guard through, and a taste of what that guard actually stands for, and he decides it's not worth it without you saying a word. undertale presents you with all these flawed and complex characters and says, "here, look. they're just like you, and they chose to save themselves, despite everything in them telling them they were damned. will you do the same?"

#undertale #they. saved. themselves. that's the whole point of this game.#you saved their souls. but only they can save their lives.#i think that's why ut's redemption arcs work. they're not just frisk 'fixing' everyone. they're damaged and flawed people caught in cycles #of loneliness and nihilism and insecurity and self-hate #who find friendship for the first time in years and decide that this is worth becoming the best people they can be.#that's why frisk doesn't break the barrier. it's corny #but i think at least part of undertale is about how we need to break our own barriers. and we will need external love and support to do tha #but ultimately- as seen with asriel- it's our decision to set ourselves free.

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licollisa · 1 year

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How does Chara feel about seeing Flowey? And the realization that it’s Asriel. How do they feel knowing that their plan caused Asriel to become like this. A twisted mirror version of them that’s come to hate monsters where they hated humanity. How do they feel about it.

Guilt. So, so much guilt. From both of them, actually. Asriel idolizes Chara and being Flowey, he still thinks it was his fault that their plan failed (why'd he wimp out? He should've just killed those humans. Idiot). Chara thinks it's their fault for even doing said plan in the first place (foolish foolish foolish I've killed us both).

Now, when Chara woke up after Frisk fell down, it was after dying together with their brother. They likely felt Asriel die. Asriel likely felt Chara die. And suddenly they're reunited, both undead one way or another. And they didn't even know.

The pacifist route wasn't just an epic underground adventure -- It was terrifying to witness firsthand how these monsters were attempting to take Frisk's soul. But didn't they wish for this, like once they wished for Asriel? For monsters to kill humans? Point is, Chara already got these Complicated Feelings long before they even thought of Flowey being Asriel.

But at the same time, the pacifist route was also a healing journey. It was undeniable that they got through it together as a team. Chara felt like they redeemed themselves, somehow, by guiding Frisk who's hellbent in sparing every single monster that tried to kill them. They could find it in them to forgive humans. To give humanity a chance. And by extension -- themselves.

Yet what happened with Asriel can't be undone......... Sikeee. When they discover the truth in True Lab, Chara went through what I'd call the Emotion Tornado. Good ol' guilt is back, horror, denial,...relief, hope? By the time, Chara is already familiar with the 'monsters are now the twisted image of who I had wanted them to be' thing and have partly made peace with what had happened. And the last part's going around in the form of a golden flower.

#tl;dr Chara dealt with similar feelings when they go through underground chockful of monsters that wanted Frisk dead #so when they knew the truth the blow isn't as heavy. They're DETERMINED to make it right.#i actually made a comic page for this ask haha i'll post it when it's done #by the way I'm answering this part what I believed to be canon. part personal HC. part something I made up for my own undertale au #which au?#the babybones-sitter one lol #Frisk #Chara #Asriel #Flowey #Undertale

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 4 months

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Undertale characters see S/O break a bone and then S/O basically just does a Far Cry healing animation and doesn’t even care they got hurt.

Undertale Sans - He grabs your arm gently but firmly, with dark eye sockets. "b u d d y ? N e v e r d o t h a t a g a i n." He hated every second of it. What's wrong with you? Go to the hospital like a normal person, you're going to hurt yourself more.

Undertale Papyrus - He faints. First, the shock of seeing your leg on the wrong side triggered him, but you simply putting it back in place like it's nothing? That's too much man. He can take a lot of things, but this is a big no.

Undertale Toriel - .... She was about to heal you, that for sure stopped her dead in her tracks. She's speechless. And immediately turns into Goat Mom mode and starts lecturing you about how dangerous this is and how it could have hurt you even more. Now you sit down this instant and you let her heal you properly.

Undertale Asgore - He lived hundreds of years and still discovers new things. Though, that one is maybe a bit too much. The noise of the bone snapping back into place made him so uncomfortable he suddenly panics his way out of the house, pretending he needed to get groceries or something.

Undertale Undyne - She stares in awe for a few seconds. Then she explodes. "This was AWESOME. Do it AGAIN!!!" She's very excited about this. She's even ready to break your arm if you need it! Come on!

Undertale Alphys - The scientist in her leaves her body. Why even try? You clearly have no idea how to fix a bone. It's so dangerous and you just act like everything is alright now??? How??? You should be screaming in agony???

Undertale Frisk - Well they can do cool things too. Frisk immediately struggles to lick their elbow with all they have.

Undertale Chara - They roll their eyes at you. You think you're in a video game or something? They're not taking you to the hospital when you realize you're dying because of how painful this is. You did that to yourself.

Undertale Mettaton - He gasps, then runs to you with a camera. Can he break one of your bones so you can do it again and put it in his next movie? Please, please, please, pretty please....

Undertale Gaster - He hisses at you, all his goop puffing like an angry cat. This is the worst sound he has ever heard, please never do that again or he's going to blip into another dimension again!

Undertale Grillby - He stays neutral, but his fire body suddenly burns for real, which means you triggered him. And now the bar is on fire, and Sans is on fire, and all the customers are running in circles screaming for their lives. What have you done?

Undertale Muffet - No big deal, it happens all the time with her eight arms too. She doesn't even notice when one is broken with time, as she has seven other functioning ones. You're not special, who cares.

Undertale Burgerpants - Oh look at that. He's dating another weird person. Welp, that's official. He has a type apparently. He wishes he didn't have one. Why can't he date normal people who do things like normal people should?

Undertale Flowey - Did you just pull out the friendliness pellet he threw inside your arm with your teeth? "You can't do that! That's illegal! I just broke that bone, you can't fix it like it's nothing! Cheater!" He's so mad! Stop breaking his fun. He wants to kill you!

Undertale Gerson - He wiggles his eyebrows at you. You know his back is hurting as well, right? You know. A little trick like that could help like hell. Come on. Don't be shy.

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the-afterparty-au · 2 days

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[✨*ABOUT✨]

The Afterparty AU is briefly summarized as taking place in a party within the void, lasting forever after a genocide route that was never undone. After many months of nothing but wind, our first fallen human realized the world was not going to be reverted by the player, and they stayed true to their word of Erasure. Chara however, simply getting bored decides to play a game framed as a experiment & brings back all the monsters you failed to befriend in a Genocide route back for a encore. Allowing everyone to reside in the void, a space between files & between deltarune and UNDERTALE. The amount of monsters that are happy about this is uncertain, but all of them are certainly questioning literally everything that brought them here. (Lightly Inspired by these fanworks so, Thanks to @garbagechocolate, @djsmell & @jazze-bee for accidentally inspiring me to make a whole AU)

By; Modphys (They/them) (Main Blog & Art Blog: @kates-cave & @ryzies-ralley) Modtaton (He/they) (Main Blog + Art Blog: @spiltmilk34 & @spoiledcheese34 | Instagram ) Papymod (She/they) (Main Blog + Art Blog: @theartistthatcantraw & @fail3dexp3rim3nt) Also thanking this for the text boxes haha

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- No SERIOUS NSFW media. Swearing and certain (Chara Frisk & Flowey are all children) jokes are allowed but actual sexually explicit content & HARD GORE is prohibited. Plus the mods are minors

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- Repeat asks will probably be ignored, sorry.

- Please Be patient, This blog does not have a schedule & updates come out when they’re ready (aim for at least 2 weeks)

- No Magic!Anon please, While this story is a bit aimless it’s still there, plus Keep Roleplaying limited maybe. Makes my life easier.

- Technically not a hard rule but If you’re asking & have an ask blog I recommend you add your @, Love seeing other AU/Blog’s Out there in the wild!! Doesn't matter the fandom either :D

- Probably will close the ask box if it gets too full, might cap it at 20 0r 25.

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[*⚠️ *WARNINGS ⚠️]

This AU is estimated to be 15+

While I don't plan to include shipping, it might sneak its way in here, who knows.

Swearing in Asks Is allowed plus the mod swears. (Steer clear of slurs, even if you can reclaim them.)

Scarring, Blood, Death, themes of unreality trauma & gore is around, Everyone was brought back from the dead. Additional CW for mentions Genocide considering this au is after one.

potential mentions (& possible depictions) of suicide & Self harm, Fratricide, Mind Control (Possible Manipulation), & Divorce.

While this aims to be (kind of) joke au, General CW for potential disturbing content is out there.

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carlyraejepsans · 5 months

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Given that the winter clock dialogue shows Flowey on the surface living with Frisk and their found family (unsure of actual living arrangements but assuming he lives with Frisk and Toriel), how do you think a REAL "yes, I used to be Asriel" conversation would come about?

The winter dialogue does have Toriel acknowledge him as "Asriel", but she was black-out drunk at the time so her thought process/memory in this case is debatable.

She has at least noticed key similarities between Asriel and Flowey, but even if she knows the truth there's nothing to suggest she's brought it up while sober.

I'm more interested in the prospect of a thoughtful conversation between the two after the fact. It seems kind of inevitable if Flowey is spending the rest of his life on the surface, but how would it go?

Would an uncomfortable Flowey have to deal with an emotional reunion? Would Toriel have a better understanding of his boundaries due to more recent shared experiences? How shocked would she be that a part of her first ever child was with her once again?

I'm absolutely positive that she would share custody with Asgore after it's out in the open, even if she isn't completely comfortable with it. Not sure how Sans would feel about things since it's pretty clear he's killed before, but a judge can't really do their job without the whole truth. Maybe he'd be willing to hear him out?

not sure where you're getting the "they're co-living and it's canon" from, flowey isn't shown to be living with toriel, neither is frisk mentioned in any of the dialogues. I'm assuming the implication here is that frisk IS the reader, and that ambiguity allows for both the "i want to stay with you" and "i have places to go" endings. we know flowey's not secluded to the RUINs anymore as was his original plan, and we know he's kept in contact with papyrus, who's trying to introduce him to the others (although unsuccessfully so far), but nothing more than that.

as for toriel, I don't think her calling him asriel was either intentional or rational. I think it was a subconscious expression of the ""true"" reason she's holed herself up in the RUINs trying to save the fallen humans. if a froggit happened to hop by at that moment, she would've done the same to it.

flowey/asriel reveal, huh? hm... let's see. to be honest, i don't think flowey would ever come clean about either his identity or his crimes to anyone else, especially not his old family. not of his own volition, that is. i could see some kind of indiscretion happening that causes him to reveal it on accident, but he would bolt it out of there as soon as he realized his cover was blown. he doesn't like confronting his issues! subsequent conversation attempts with him would be extremely emotionally immature and hard to get through, as the situation would temporarily undo some of his progress after leaving the underground as a trauma response. toriel... wouldn't be doing well either. super messy situation. no one is happy with this

the custody thing is really funny to me. mostly because i find the idea of trying to explain to a lawyer that you need to amend your divorce settlement bc you didn't know you had an undead son absolutely hilarious. but also because flowey would go out of his way to contradict it and do whatever he wants out of spite

#undertale #flowey #answered asks

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akanemnon · 11 months

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wait I just realized, does the soul falling out of the text box mean that kris was so surprised by frisks clinging that they broke free from the control they were under by their soul??

The dialog box hearts are not a stand-in for their souls. Kris actually gained control as soon as Frisk entered their world. The heart falling out of the text box is just a visual gag. (The hair changing colors is something I regret having added in).

#ask #twin runes

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fushitism · 1 month

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i feel like ur opinion on who chara dreemurr was as a person is entirely hinged on how you interpret these lines

my favorite thing about undertale is how interpretative everything is. it’s why i believe the fandom’s thrived so much

there aren’t any confirmation for a lot of things, only hints.

and chara is a character (heh) that defies easy categorization because of this

one minute they're getting halos drawn over their head, the next they're public enemy number one.

are they good? bad? gray?

we get so hung up on the morality aspect of chara that we forget the most important thing of all, they were a person.

a person— child.

a child that hasn’t had the years to work through it or even atone for the hurt they caused.

a child that did not know love before they fell to the underground.

a child, raised in darkness, suddenly thrust into sunshine. it's blinding, overwhelming.

foreign.

after poisoning asgore, their only reaction was to laugh. now, you can depict this in any way you like, but to me, it was an honest mistake. and chara's laughter was more of a nervous reaction. they probably couldn't fully grasp the gravity of their actions. this wasn’t an instance of them maliciously reveling in asgore’s suffering. i simply cannot see it that way no matter how hard i try

the dreemurrs were unlike any of the humans they knew. they genuinely loved and cared for chara who just… didn't know how to react or cope with it in a way most would consider "appropriate"

and actually! when you’re up against snowdrake’s mom:

chara expects frisk to laugh, just like they did when their dad got poisoned. it's horrible to look at. it's terrifying. but all they can do to cope is laugh

they FULLY expected frisk to do so too, but frisk just.. Doesn’t.

chara was a human that found a family where they least expected it. they weren’t devoid of any good. they weren't so despondent.

they had hope in their eyes.

they were determined to liberate monsters

and having alrdy been hailed as the "hope" of monsterkind by their family n being the completionist (love this trait abt them btw) that they were:

they were going to see this through. push all the limits. use all means. they will have power.

this is where things get muddy.

chara is a creature of reason. their decision to poison themselves and die, allowing asriel to absorb their soul, was, in their view, the most optimal and effective choice. there was no future left for chara on the surface anyways. there was also no straightforward method to obtain a human soul. each realization logically led to the next until everything seamlessly aligned.

their plan kicked off and started going their way. they intentionally carried their own lifeless body and headed to their village, fully anticipating the reactions they'd provoke. they had hoped to show asriel just how horrible humans are. they had hoped that by doing this, asriel would understand. the reason why humans must all be eradicated.

but to their utter shock, asriel resisted; he never fought back.

emotion foiled their plan, resulting in their own demise and that of their beloved brother. their sacrifice was for naught, the prospect of making peace between the two races has been tossed aside, irretrievably diminished.

asriel was right. chara wasn't exactly the greatest person. however, him acknowledging they weren't does not necessarily imply them to be a fervent force of evil (and i also think he meant it as in, he LITERALLY used to believe chara was the SINGLE greatest person, but eh, technicalities)

they were a flawed person, who died as such. they've made an abundance of bad choices in how they handled their trauma but that doesn't exempt them from redemption. especially not in a game that focuses on mercy and unconditional kindness and forgiveness and and and

and you know what? pacifist is their redemption. they don't rlly do anything that explicit in this route but. the silly narrations. the encouraging words frisk hears during asriel's boss fight. how frisk was able to save asriel and call out to him. i like to believe it was all chara. they've seen you prove that humans can be good too and with that..... they became a tool to free monsters, just as they had always intended :-]

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fangirlingpuggle · 3 months

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can you make a sentinel and blackarachnia in tfp

Hey there,

So Sentinel in TFP, think he’d get humbled very fast. Just he starts mouthing off that he’s second in command after ultra magnus.

Ultra Magnus:…yeah I am not in charge Optimus is

Sentinel: OPTIMUS? That worthless maintenance bot he* turns around and then slowly looks up to see Optimus*

Sentinel:…

Sentinel:whatthefuck?

Sentinel pretty much has to shut up as no one is buying any of his bullshit. He also is pretty disbelieving that this Optimus is an alternate version of his Optimus he’d lie and say because his Optimus could be a leader like this but really, he’s internally frisking out and worried Optimus this war-torn and old and clearly tired fighting for eons.

He is having protective friend instincts and trying verry hard not to.

Sentinel is also terrified of the Decepticons who are way worse than the ones he knows. Megatron especially.

Her’s also pretty sure Megatron is fliting with Optimus… and they may be ex’s he is nto sure and way to scared to ask to does not want to touch that with a ten-foot pole… he’s also reexamining his universes Megatron’s interactions with his universes Optimus.

(He doesn’t want to give a shovel talk to Megatron he truly doesn’t)

Blackarachnia she is also super shocked by this universes autobots and Decepticons and any plans of a coup are thrown out the window as soon as she see’s this universes Megatron. She is glad there are no alternate versions of Lugnut and Blitzwing she doesn’t want to even what they’d be like.

The Decepticons are untrusting of her until they realize she is not an alternate version of Airachnid, after that kinda fascinated by techno organic Megatron starts asking about her universe… and her Universes Optimus she’s not sure why, though as soon as she mentions Starscream is immortal he just kinda nopes out apparently not wanting to even think about that universe. Even more so when she mentions starscreams clones.

Knockout actually gets along well with her, as soon as he realizes she is nothing to do with Airachnid, they gossip about each universe.

She is not sure what to do about the fact that Optimus and Megatron have or had a thing. She is so curious but also oh primus no I do not want to know anything… but I must tell me everything.

She sees Optimus across battle field and is just like what the fuck? She sees Sentinel who is nodding giving her the I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK look.

The two end up meeting up and talking, (gossiping) and piecing together what the fuck is going on with this universe, that Megatron and Optimus were/are a thing, Unicorn is real and MEGATRON AND OPTIMUS ARE A THING.

They also realize those 2 working out their shit would probably end the war in this unverse and that maybe that might carry over to theirs. Even if neither of them want to think about Optimus and Megatron as a couple, they remind themselves it’s for the good of the universe

When they get back to TFA verse Optimus is shocked that they are not only getting along but also truly so confused by the really really odd talk he gets about not overworking himself being a leader, things he needs to do once he takes over the autobots (Because after seeing that universe Sentinel and Blackarachnia have agreed yeah he’s gonna end up in charge… we are going to be joint second in command cause 1) power and 2) we’ve realized we actually care about him and don’t want him dead) but mostly they are criticizing his taste in mech and that a peace treaty based on marriage may be good but they want to give a shovel talk first.

Optimus is pretty sure they both have brain damage.

#transformers #transformers animated #transformers prime #tfa #tfp #sentinel prime #blackarachnia #humor #au #megop #megaop #megatron x optimus prime

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earthry · 10 months

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Serving Papas (Butler AU Headcanons)

Self indulgent AU where you are nobility and the Papas are butlers who live and breathe to serve and love you.

tw: mostly sfw, a little spicy in some parts, butler and master/mistress relationship dynamic, fluff, jealousy.

Primo

Primo has a lot of experience under his belt and he knows what he’s doing. From running the estate to organizing your personal affairs, he excels at any task you set forth. Unfortunately for you, he's professional to a fault so you have to work hard to tempt him.

You call on him to make a drink and deliver it to you while you're still bathing, making sure to leisurely lounge in the tub as he sets the drink down on a nearby stand. Though you catch his eyes traveling down the curve of your body with appreciation, he doesn’t say anything and swiftly leaves when his task is done.

At every turn and every trick you have up your sleeve he seems to resist with no effort at all. To you, he’s completely unaffected and you almost give up a few times. However, you are persistent.

What you don’t know is that he relishes every little thing you do, every inch of skin you show, every soft sultry tone you try with him— he dreams about, he fantasies. Still he thinks it’s unprofessional of him to pursue you and besides the gap in social classes is just too wide. You’re a wealthy heir/heiress and he is merely one of many servants under your family’s employment. It would be unrealistic of him to become infatuated with you (although he already is, whether he realizes it or not).

His last straw comes when you are perched at your vanity one evening in lingerie and ask him for his 'professional opinion'. At first he's very clinical, telling you that you look gorgeous or handsome as always (though what he really wants to say is that you look ravishing), bowing his head in respect as usual. Then you ask him if he thinks [insert name of one of many suitors] would like it and you pretend to admire yourself in your mirror, brushing your hand against the lace.

It's jealousy that finally pushes Primo to succumb to his desires; hearing you talk about bedding another man who obviously wouldn’t be able to please you. It only takes a few more remarks before he has you pinned to your bed, growling about how you're a minx or a tease and how [suitor] could never appreciate your body like he can. And oh boy does he prove it.

Primo is an intelligent man, so he's very aware of your ploy that he’d fallen right into. He may grumble about it, however, he's not giving you up now that he's had a taste. You've ensnared him so you must take responsibility (which you gladly do).

Secondo

Estate and event planning are Secondo’s forte but once he’s set his eyes on you, he gets very familiar with your personal affairs— prioritizing your health, safety, and comfort above all else.

He’s indifferent when you first meet, not caring to make small talk or socialize. He thinks you’ll be just like every other noble he’s served, despising their attitudes, their selfishness and behaviors to those less fortunate, and how confident and arrogant they are about themselves.

You, however, are different in so many ways— in your kindness and patience, in your willingness to listen and help others, in the respect you treat to everyone around you regardless of class or occupation. Secondo begins to see this and as time passes he falls more and more in love with you.

Puts your happiness above his own. If you fell in love with someone else and never wanted to see him again, he would let you go. But if you fell in love with him and wanted him? Oh, how he would treasure you. How he would worship you, how he would do anything in his power to keep you safe and happy.

Gets jealous of suitors easily but is also pacified quickly when you rest your hand on his arm and reassure him that he is the only one you want. He's like a big scary guard dog that growls but the second you touch him, he's so tame and good for you.

If you're someone very frisky and flirty, he will play into it. He can be dominant and isn’t afraid to grab you by the waist and push you against the wall, latching his lips to your neck and nipping the sensitive skin to bruise.

If you're more shy and anxious however, he would be so so gentle. He would shield you away from prying eyes, would never do anything in public if it made you uncomfortable. He would never judge you. He would take you slowly in the safety of your bedroom, spread you against soft sheets like you were glass.

Terzo

Terzo is just as brilliant of a butler as his brothers are, but with his own flair. He completes each task given to him with flamboyancy and flourish and brings a lot of life and personality into the estate.

The first time you meet, he takes your hand and places a gentle kiss to the back of it, declaring that his life is now yours, and ‘you’ll take very good care of me, si?’.

You learn very early that he’ll do just about anything to see that pretty little blush on your cheeks, to see you flustered and pink. It’s addictive to him. Sometimes you try to get back at him but it never works, he’s never phased and always seems to be able to turn it back on you.

You do end up flustering him however, but not in a way you expected. The first time he sees you ready for a ball and in your favorite dress or suit, he’s stunned. The way you light up when you admire yourself in the mirror, the way your outfit looks on you. The way you animatedly talk about how excited you are and how the first thing you’re going to do when you get there is stuff yourself with good food. He’s so distracted in how beautiful you are that you have to ask him more than twice to pass a hair brush.

Terzo’s a little different after that— still flirty but it’s almost softer. It doesn’t feel as deliberate or superficial as before, this feels genuine. He sticks around more and does little thoughtful things for you. Bringing you a tray of your favorite snacks when you’re working, brewing tea for you right before bed.

You find yourself growing fonder and fonder of him until one night when he brings you your tea, you catch him by the sleeve before he can leave. He looks surprised, but his expression softens as he asks if you need something. You tell him to stay, and he does. At first he sits and tells you stories until you fall asleep but several weeks later it evolves to him holding you close and you resting your head against his shoulder as he softly hums Italian lullabies until you drift off. He’ll kiss your forehead and stay with you until morning, making sure to also get rest of his own and he finds that he sleeps much easier with you in his arms.

Copia

Copia lacks a lot of confidence and experience, but he sure knows what he’s doing. He’s a hard worker and it shows. Depending on what tasks you give him, he will teach himself everything he needs to know in order to complete it.

Falling in love with Copia is easy and inevitable. Though he can be very awkward, you find him charming in the gentle ways he treats those around him. You’ve caught him in the kitchens feeding the rats before and he nearly had a heart attack until you reassured him that you didn’t mind. He’s a sensitive man, one who has a soft spot for all his favorite things, who can’t resist a good plate of rigatoni even if it’d save his life.

Flustering Copia becomes your favorite pastime, watching his cheeks heat up as he stutters out what you lovingly dub his little ‘Copia noises’.

The two of you are kind of hopeless though, because you’re worried he won’t like you the same and he’s worried that you won’t like him the same and it takes forever for the two of you to finally confess your feelings to each other. It drives the other staff nuts (they’re all rooting for the two of you though).

Copia is the first one to confess, panicking when he hears about you accepting a date from one of your suitors. It’s a invitation to a picnic by the lake side and he nearly busts a blood vessel when he stammers that you shouldn’t go.

You ask him why not and he blurts out that he knows a better picnic spot and he knows how to make all your favorite food to bring. Both your cheeks are pink— him from mortification of what he just said, and you from feeling flustered by him for the first time in exchange. He’s apologizing profusely when you take his hands in his and ask him if he’s asking you on a date and your eyes are so sparkly that he can’t find it in himself to lie no matter how embarrassed he feels.

The picnic is perfect even though it rains and the two of you have to gather everything into your arms and book it back indoors. You end up eating the rest of the picnic huddled by the fireplace to dry and it’s still a very intimate setting.

You laugh because Copia slicks his hair up into a mohawk while it’s still wet and it ends up drying sticking up all over the place. You love this silly man.

As the fireplace begins to die down, the last of it’s final moments flickering to coals, you share a tender first kiss. It’s soft and sweet, ending with your forehead resting against his and sighing contently.

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Sitri 1

Summary: Sitri knows this heartbeat. This sound, this breath, and even the light scratches of a pencil against paper, Sitri knows all this to be Solomon. His Solomon. And yet, Solomon will not even look at him.

(I wish Solomon showed up more often. I like his vibes. Basically, I have it where Solomon shows up pretty often after you’ve fallen asleep but refuses to interact with the devils because his time is devoted to you. Been with you since you were a kid and loves you above all else.)

And once more, Sitri finds himself kneeling before an open door. Perhaps it was selfish of him to come by himself and not tell his king of their most beloved’s arrival, of his awakening, but all devils strive to fulfill their selfish desires and Sitri was no exception.

A greeting. A ‘hello,’ or perhaps even a gentle laugh that tells of all of Solomon’s yearnings for them. For him. For Sitri.

But Solomon will not look away from his journal. From your journal.

Once Solomon gazed upon him. When you, his new vessel was brought into Hell by his Majesty Satan for the first time. When you had to take a momentary rest but ended up passing out from the stress of it all.

Sitri remembers it. He saw the panic alight in your eyes. He saw Solomon frisk your body for any injuries. He saw him wretch your shirt open upon seeing its tattered state, only to almost cry in relief when there was nothing there.

Solomon looked at Sitri as he wrapped your arms around your body, but he didn’t say a word. He faded and your heartbeat took back its place.

Solomon. That’s when he decided you’re Solomon. Because if he keeps calling his name, perhaps he’ll come back and stay.

“Solomon,” Sitri calls out as he does every night, “Please, can you look at me again?”

Sitri’s even wearing close to nothing. He knows and loves his roaming eyes.

But there was nothing. Not even a rustle in his heartbeat. It was steady, sure, and full of a love that doesn’t belong to him. To anyone.

Only you. This heart of Solomon’s beats only for you.

Solomon continues to lean back on his chair, propping a hand on his cheek as he turns another page of this journal that you refuse to let go of.

“They’re just entries,” you said when Sitri asked, “for someone precious.”

Ppyong thought you meant Minhyeok and so did Sitri. So this was what you meant. How clever. How enviable, to have all of Solomon’s attention when you’re not even present. A journal is all you can give Solomon and that was enough for him to ignore everything else.

“Solomon,” Sitri called again. He nearly bit his tongue when Solomon finally stood up.

Sitri straightened up, hands on his thighs as looks towards your face, towards Solomon’s face as he walked to the door.

Solomon grabbed the door and only then did Sitri realize he has not once let go of your journal.

The door creaked and was locked shut. Solomon did not gaze at him. Not even a glance.

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #hell-drabbles #hell-drabbles exclusive #drabble #gehenna #sitri #reader insert

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