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harmless-pest · 4 months

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((HEY TURNS OUT I LIED AGAIN

I thought i didn't write down any of my plans for this blog, but it seems like I did? so here's some character bios I wrote and the synopsis of what was gonna happen in epilogue (unfortunately without visual direction)

The following content was written in 2017, only meant to be read by myself and is mostly unedited

LORE

The underground is going empty. Slowly. Mostly he stays at charas grave, bc he's a fukkin flower and would die without sunlight. The only other place with light is the palace and there's too much traffic there in and out of the underground. He wants to avoid people after what he did. Not that anyone remembers any of it, resets or the god thing (it was kinda cool he doesn't super regret that. More later) but he feels like. Bad about it and doesn't know how to deal with THAT baloney. he'll still go out every now and then though to see the state of the UG, explore abandoned places, hear word of the surface from locals who decided it wasn't for them or just came back to visit. None of them know who he is, but some are familiar with a weird flower they've seen popping out of the ground and suddenly disappearing. He absolutely idolizes frisk for saving the underground, doing what he and chara never could. But after a while alone with himself he realizes that frisk just coincidentally came at the right time. First he idolized chara, then frisk, and then he realized HE was the one who became a GOD and broke the barrier himself and sure frisk helped but he could have done it on his own! He's charismatic enough! Who needs frisk, they aren't even that great or cool! They had the power to reset and didn't even do anything cool with it! They went around one whole time and that was it, they weren't even interested in the experimentation and mind games... He gets very lonely without frisk. He only knew them for a day but they were kind and forgiving to him unlike anyone else has ever been. He misses them. Sometimes frisk will come back to visit but he'll hide in the other buttercups, ashamed he's a flower again and afraid to talk to them. He's fuckin constantly monologuing he's so lonely. Without someone to cut him off he just keeeeeeps gooooooing He kidnaps absolutely everyones mannerisms and gets so mad if you point it out He's been around for 2-3 months in reality, which is a fuckton of time for resetting esp compared to frisks single day. He had to get real bored to stop for so long and let it all play out. He's just glad he chose to stop on a timeline where everyone was relatively happy so they could all be saved. Where is chara? He doesn't know. He still misses them but he doesn't care much to see them again anymore. Chara wasn't that great, but they also weren't that bad. They were his best friend and he idolized them. Chara was sure they were the angel sent to free the underground and he believed them. He hates what happened but he doesn't blame chara for it. For a minute when he 180s on them he does! But he's just angry and the more he thinks about it he can't stay mad. They were just kids. They didn't know. this is what they get. He doesn't care for humans one bit. He's only met 2 and the rest tried to kill him on sight. As a whole he doesn't hate all humans, but he certainly doesn't trust any of them. He was once obsessed with humans, its kind of like having your favorite celebrity be a jerk but worse. Part of the reason he stays underground is to avoid them, but touristy humans go down there sometimes so it doesn't always work. Many times when he goes to ask how the surface is, its to affirm his beliefs about humans. And often the bias in the underground is on his side. Grillbys is still open down there so he mostly goes there for Intel.

The vague amount of time it’s been since chara and asriel died is fairly short. Short enough for chara to know snowdrake, short enough for chara to have instigated the gyftrot thing and introduced the underground to christmas

THE GREAT ANALYSIS OF FLOWEY

Primary motivations: fear of death, fear of loneliness. Fear of death trumps all, as being with friends puts him on the surface where theres too many people and things that have killed him before.

He’s dependent, picks a favorite person and latches on. Personality is largely a construct of traits he pulled from others.

He’s self-obsessed in that he’s constantly analyzing his own behavior and thinking about what he’s doing. May be an asriel trait refined by ages of carefully shaping himself to behave in certain ways at certain times. He’s not actually that snappy and quick to anger? At least not normally. He’s in a bad mood lately but when he wants to, he can stay perfectly composed. The threats are just a mechanism to get others to fuck off.

He’s an open book who will keep going on about himself if prompted, and if he’s not trying to hide something from a specific person. Exacerbated by the fact that he’s been talking to himself for so long.

Nasty cognitive dissonance. He will carefully look at all potential issues and outcomes but will find excuses and land on the one that benefits himself/his desires. (ie, he wont admit it but he knows theres nothing really keeping him away from frisk)

He’s been living a long time “without consequences” yeah but he’s extremely critically aware of all consequences. Every action he takes is calculated, he’s just roleplaying 100% of the time. Now that he can’t reset, there are consequences, so he’s very afraid of doing things and fucking up. Part of the reason why he doesnt want to see frisk is because he can’t believe they like him and he thinks that if they learn more about him, they’ll stop. He doesnt know they know everything about him. Frisk is his special person, he cant stand to lose them.

A lot of this is devoted to him figuring out who he is as a person

Doesn’t care for life but fears death because he doesn’t know what’s going to happen without a soul: he fears the unknown

Has the patience of a god but he doesn’t like puzzles that much? He wants the story not the challenge, whereas chara and frisk enjoy the challenge (puzzle enjoyment goes chara>frisk>flowey). Like me, he’ll do the same thing over and over again for hours until it works, but if he gets stuck at a puzzle for more than 30 minutes he’s gotta leave for a while out of frustration. That isn’t to say he’s bad at puzzles, in fact spending so much time with papyrus has made him pretty good at them! At least in theory.

On the surface he has fucking AWFUL crippling panic attacks and he finds it hard to do anything or go anywhere, at least without frisk. 100% dependency and he hates it

First reaction when people do things for him is “no this is bad and I hate it” even if he likes it actually. He doesn't realize he does it until its too late and he's too stubborn to admit anything after the fact. Its a defense mechanism after being taken advantage of, developed because he's so complacent and fine with anything

Unrealistically high and vague expectations placed on him all his life (ur gonna do something big, ur gonna change the world, etc)

His feelings toward Frisk

Theyre his favorite person right now, he’s obsessed with them and loves everything they do. This will wear off and he’ll resent them for a while until he manages to get over it and stop idolizing them. The spite could come out of them having “moral highground” and gently scolding him over little things that add up over time, out of them taking care of themselves poorly because they prioritize others, and by the fact that they’re just as bad as he is as it turns out. He’s afraid theyll stop loving him since he can’t love them. Hes fairly candid about how he cant love them, even asking them if theyre aware he’s just using them for attention and being a leech. What he doesnt know is that frisk is using him as well to stop chara, so once he finds out about that there will probably be some kind of relief.

His feelings toward Chara

They were always the right one, the smart one, as much as he loved them and was fascinated by them and loved to learn things from them, he really hated that part of them deep down though he never snapped and shared it. In the future he will since he’s less tolerant.

His feelings towards the relationship those two have

He’s jealous that they’re so close and know so much about each other. They’re really closer than any two people ever could be since they’ve shared a body for so long. There’s also such a strange mix of love and hate between them that he really can’t read their relationship. He resents the idea of being the third wheel so deeply and he’s particularly spiteful of chara for this since he loves frisk.

His FEELINGS

He super do have them, eh?? He super is actually just very traumatized and lonely and confused eh?? Almost as if he absolutely can and does still love everyone, he’s just detached himself from it. Something very easy to do.

HOW THE FRISK BE

They’re kind of a little bitch and a goth. Rebellious teen days now!! They’re hard to read which can either work for or against them. They don’t really give a shit in a large part about much of anything, especially not now when they’re very concerned with themselves and their problems. They don’t get along with humans or much of anyone their own age for this reason.

Resetting was largely on their hands and they got pretty fucked up by it. Chara did encourage them to do some shit, it wasnt helped that flowey who had forgotten about them was encouraging them too. It was just a bunch of irresponsible kids playing games with peoples lives. There’s also a touch of frisk getting to points on the surface where things are new and changing which scares them into resetting for fear of the unknown future.

Frisk thought everything was fine until they got to the end of all the genocide stuff, that’s when chara lost it. In the whole “you think theres no consequences for this shit u pulled” manner and tried to hold frisk to it. It was a 2 souls one body case where they shared equal control, this was the first time neither cooperated. Frisk wasnt immediately freaked out by chara, they’re both friends and frisk knew they were a weirdo. Frisk gave in and “sold their soul” so chara would let them do anything other than sit around in an empty void. Chara played the next game like their regular old friend. Then they killed everyone. That’s when frisk freaked out and realized their friend had lost it. When frisk learned to regret what they did. They reset to a world where their friends could be alive again and fought their hardest, but Chara still had their way. This timeline, Frisk went out of their way immediately to get any kind of protection from chara. All kinds of supernatural charms and tricks to keep ghosts at bay. As a result, it’s been a while since they saw chara. And they miss chara a lot. But they know that chara watches them and is waiting for the moment when frisk lets their guard down.

Frisk pushes so hard to get flowey to come home with them because they know he’s asriel and they know he knows chara. Maybe he’ll know a way to talk some sense into them. And after everything they did, frisk feels betrayed by chara and can’t call them their best friend. Floweys the only person they know wouldn’t do that, he’s faithful to the end.

Frisk is a fixer though, they still love everyone despite what they did and feel genuinely sorry for the way they fucked up. Including chara after all theyve done. It breaks their heart that they can’t play with chara anymore

When frisk finally explains all of this to flowey, chara’s sitting there busting in loudly at every chance and every disagreement like the fucker they are and flowey’s doing everything in his power to tune them out and just watch frisk’s hands

Backstory and reasons why they climbed the mountain are unknown. They will not under any circumstances talk about their old life, which concerns some people, but prying accomplishes nothing. They try to act as though nothing bad ever happened to them to make them want to climb a mountain no one ever returns from, because life is good now and they’ve got loving friends and family. Even other humans who knew Frisk before don’t know much about them since they never really spoke. For Frisk, pretending it never happened is as good as it never happening, at least so they try to think. But they’ll have some triggers, just need to figure out what.

Frisk talks in their sleep, however it’s only very quiet nonsense gibberish. This shocks flowey, as he didn’t think they were capable of talking at all. It makes him more curious about their past too.

THE CHARA SITUATION

Are they soulless? It’s hard to say since really theyre nothing but a soul, just fractured all to hell and lingering long after they should. I still like the idea of their soul being a little infused with bits form asriels soul too

Before the underground, they were the youngest of a large family that mistreated them. They went underground after the death of their mother. In the underground they were best friends and great siblings with asriel. They hung out with kids they shouldnt have though. They werent treated super great underground either, as a human. They and asriel both got up to shit they shouldnt have.

HOW MUCH DOES EVERYONE KNOW ABOUT FRISK AND FLOWEY

Sans: Frisk assumed he knew everything already so they told him that they and flowey could reset. Didn’t tell him that they’ve killed everyone multiple times

Papyrus, Undyne, toriel, asgore: Doesn’t know

Alphys: let in a little on the reset business

The next section of the document covers the meetings, which were all made into finished comics, and therefore will be skipped.

SURFACE

(note from present Stem: this is all way more uncooked and hard to read than i thought it might be)

Flowey has nightmares that charas coming to kill him. Notably one comic where chara in shadow approaches and then it’s revealed as frisk

The inciting action

Kids make fun of Frisk for being “dumb” and flowey for being a flower and never wanting to be outside (he needs a roof over his head). At one point he snaps back a little too much and loses it a little. Frisk, as a result, tries to stuff him in their bag but this doesn’t calm him down. He blows up the backpack with magic and hurts a bunch of kids in the crossfire, including frisk

Toriel

She walks into the room where flowey is. They say hi to each other. Then she asks if he's feeling well. He's confused, but says he's fine. She says that's good. Then she says he's been behaving strangely lately. Floweys upset by this. “Did my acting get worse or can you see straight through me?” she giggles, “I think its your acting, dear.” she asks him what's wrong, if he's not happy on the surface. He says no, he's happy and he never wants to go away again. He decides that he’s comfortable enough with toriel to tell her this, she was once his mom after all, and in a way she is again. He's confused. He doesnt know what to do while frisk is away at school, since he can't join them after he had a weird episode and threatened other kids. He can play with papyrus and that's fun, but he doesnt really want to do that. He doesnt want to leave or go anywhere without frisk really. Toriel asks if that's why he's confined himself to this little pot. He doesn't really know, and he doesn't want to admit being scared. Toriel catches on though. She sees that he really is just a regular kid in there, and a kid at that since its hard to tell with him being a flower, and hes scared of this big world. The underground has always been the same, small and hardly changing even after all the years since they were trapped down there. By contrast the surface is huge and full of new people and everything changes all the time, and it’s scary. By now she's caught on that he has issues with humans. She says that he can trust anyone in this house, but she understands if frisk is the only one he can really count on. He finally cracks. He admits that hes afraid of frisk getting sick of him since he's such a pathetic mess like this and can't do anything about it. Toriel tells him that frisk never would. They love him too much. But if he's still that afraid, then he needs to try and be better eventually. Sitting around in that pot all day waiting for frisk to come back won't do it.

Alphys

Frisk finally breaks because flowey is being so insufferable and snaps at him. They both feel extremely bad, so toriel says that flowey needs to stay somewhere else for a while (because he won’t get along with anyone else in the house lately so sending frisk away is silly). Flowey hesitantly agrees to it and requests to stay with alphys and undyne. Which means i finally have to try writing for undyne lol. He probably hung out with undyne during frisk’s gym classes since he can’t exactly exercise as a flower. But he can’t go to work with her because he isn’t allowed at the school, so if he goes to work with anyone, it’s with alphys. She might take some time off for his sake too because she wants to get to know him and while she doesn’t fully understand why he’d go out of his way to choose her to stay with, she appreciates it. They watch some anime and al finally gets a chance to pry at him scientifically with a lot of question asking. He holds back on life questions except for ones that pertain only to this timeline and are least incriminating. Watching anime on netflix one night while the autoplay is loading he suddenly says he’s asriel. Alphys chokes on her popcorn or something and jumps to stop the autoplay like “what did you just say?!” “Don’t tell toriel. Or asgore. Please. don’t tell anyone.” ‘i won’t! I promise i won’t say anything to anyone!b-b-but did you really say youre--” “prince asriel. The one who absorbed the soul of the first human to fall underground and got killed on the surface” “b-b-b-b-b-but h-how is that possible?? Y-y-y-you don’t… you d-don’t have a s-soul, i-if you were--” “the flowers in asgore’s garden were growing out of my dust. That determination brought me back to consciousness.” “o-o-oh my g-g-god, I-i…” he finally looks up at her in the eye “alphys, you’re going to take this really badly. I’m gonna tell you everything. If you’re ready. I’m warning you now because this is going to get…. Really… really dark. And it’s going to make you feel awful. But you at least deserve to know. If you aren’t ready, I’ll stop. But there’s no promise I’ll ever be willing to say this all again.” alphys centers herself and turns to face him “i’m ready”

CHARA the first time they see chara again is shortly after frisk takes him home when chara possesses frisk and stumbles out of bed in the middle of the night.

he catches them and theyre like “so at long last you caught on to me”

f: “get out of frisk’s body”

c: “what makes you think I’m not frisk?”

f: “they don’t talk like that. no one’s as bad at roleplaying as you are, chara.”

c*leaves frisk’s body*: “Why that tone, asriel? Are you not surprised to see me? I will admit, I did not think you would take this long to figure it out.”

f: “I had my suspicions the whole time but you were always pretty well hidden.”

c:”hm,,, that doesn’t sound right… oh… Oh! You let yourself forget!”

f:”What are you talking about? why are you possessing frisk’s body”

c:”Frisk never told you? Our sweet savior of monsterkind has been bad. they reset and reset and reset until they destroyed the entire world and I was happy to let them live in the void they created, the hard earned fruits of their labor, but they would not accept it. So they sold their soul to me in order to reset once again. They tried to fix all their mistakes and make the world as if they had never done any wrong. They have forgotten that their actions have consequences, so I am here to remind them.”

f: “chara- chara. Chara. They sold their SOUL to you?”

c: “yes they-”

f:”did they sign a contract for it?”

c:”A contract? What? No, of course not. I am a ghost, I don’t have paper-”

f:”then it’s not legally binding”

c: “what?” f:”it’s not legally binding! You can’t just take people’s souls, chara!”

c:” Yes I can! I can? And I did.”

f:”you’re being ridiculous! Give frisk their soul back and leave them alone!!”

c:”no! ugh… we will continue this later” and then they leave

--- c: frisk has taken to wearing special charms and making all kinds of wards to keep me away. I don’t think they trust me anymore f: i wonder why

--- f: frisk taught me that anyone can be a better person if they just try, so I’m trying. They want to try too! c: frisk also went about systematically murdering every last one of their friends immediately after that f: chara. ohmygod.

--- c: I’m not going to swear. it’s rude and unintelligent f: it’s more fun tho

Chara makes mention of things they and flowey did in past timelines that were so fun and he can’t remember them, it makes him feel left out

Frisk’s room is covered head to toe in objects and symbols that ward off ghosts and evil spirits. They wear crosses and gemstone rings, they have objects scattered around their room and steal spices from the kitchen that supposedly help, and a circle of salt around their bed. Chara comments later that a lot of the things are meant to keep evil spirits away and therefore don’t actually do anything to them. No one really knows what to say to that

Flowey to frisk after he discovers they were just using him: so i guess… we’re even? You were no better than me all along?

Frisk shrugs

“But um… i was using you because you loved me. So.. do you really…?”

Frisk frantically shakes their hands and waves their arms to tell him no, then scoops him up in a tight hug

Frisk laying in bed after a bad day

“Aw, is someone grumpy because they have too many friends?”

Frisk pushes his pot off the bed to crash down onto the floor while flowey snickers

Frisk has gotten in trouble for texting flowey during class so they have to put their phone away now

*insert some kind of normal convo. Then: frisk. Frisk reply. Reply. Reply. Reply. Reply. (cont.) all with very close together timestamps*

Frisk hours later: <3

*conversation continues as normal*

TO GET BODIES BACK

chara keeps possessing frisk and it drives flowey and frisk up a wall bc they can barely do anything about it other than by being constantly vigilant. theyre both exhausted and sick of it since charas spectral and doesnt run out of energy. and theyre so obnoxious. they go to alphys for help since she knows how to bond souls to things. she asks them why they dont like call an exorcist or something and flowey and frisk both hesitate before admitting they both love chara too much despite how shitty they are. alphys tells them that chara has to accept the body in order to bond to it, and everyone agrees it’s unlikely that they’ll go for anything unlike their actual human body. alphys says she may know something they can do, she just has to call a friend first. she gets on the phone with a mysterious human who they can’t hear on the other side. actually she might give her opener over text and then immediately get a phonecall in response. she opens by bringing up their interest in necromancy, says that she has a ghost, no not a monster ghost, a human ghost, then has to hold the phone back bc they’re screaming on the other side. she calms them down and starts asking about any ways they can think of making a body for someone. she might just tell the two to take off and give them a thumbs up, she’ll text them later. alphys finally gets back to them and tells them they might be able to build a type of hybrid human-monster body for chara, but they need their buried remains and powerful magic in order to do so, and it only makes sense that it be the magic of their parents used to resurrect them. she might sprinkle in that if this works, flowey might be able to get his asriel body back too. of course, nothing is possible if they can’t get chara to agree to all of it. and of course they don’t. their lack of body is punishment, appropriately earned. for them and flowey both. they can’t go back to their bodies just as they cannot undo the wrongs they have done. they cannot escape the consequences of their actions. it would be great if chara said “thats a funny trick to play on god!” flowey tells them that this isn’t some kind of fucked up divine punishment. what they did wasn’t so bad to warrant this. if anything, taking these forms has made them both WORSE. if it were supposed to be punishment they wouldn’t have these chances to get out. he was punishing himself for so long and it didn’t make any difference, but accepting everyone’s help and trying to do better with them DID help him. doesn’t chara want a body back? don’t they miss the ability to feel… anything? don’t they want to live the life they never got a chance to have? chara goes quiet for the first time in their life and undeath. then they agree to it. after that, the three of them go to asgore and toriel to finally break the news that their dead kids are still here. chara doesn’t show themselves, but the point still gets across. they agree to it wholeheartedly and without hesitation the next step is to prepare chara’s body. alphys has a small team of humans helping her out, or maybe just one very enthusiastic one. chara’s body is dug up and there are complements to how well preserved it is, this could be easier than anticipated. a mixture of science and magic is used to heal it and make its human processes function again. just before chara’s to go in frisk tells them that they can’t wait to finally hug them and they’re like “i take it back?? i can’t do this” once in their body chara’s just a clumsy weak little fuck and so very grouchy about having to feel things again.

When asriel gets his body back, the first thing he does is stomp out the old flower. Only frisk notices, it worries them. They try to ask him later but he gets offended like, “what you wanted me to keep it to remind me of my horrible life or something?! You think i need it in case something happens and i have to live in it again? I’d rather die!” the reality is that he thinks he’s cured and better and brand new now that he isnt a flower anymore, but that couldnt be farther from the truth. He’s now convinced hes perfect and can do no wrong which makes him do a lot of wrong

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fanfoolishness · 1 month

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Hello lovely! Adoring your blog!

Can I request something for your drabble post?

Was thinking (in keeping with current events lol)

Crosshair and Omega and 'Eclipse, Goggles'.

Maybe some fluffy angst about trauma bonding by watching an eclipse through Tech's spare goggles? 😭😅

Thank you! X

thank you so much for the prompt! This ended up being quite a bit longer than a drabble - nearly 1K. Enjoy!

under sun and shade

Omega and Crosshair share memories of Tech on a sunny day.

He finds her under the shade of a vast spreading tree, sunlight streaming through gaps in the leaves and catching in her golden hair. Batcher frisks beside him, then lets out a happy bark, charging to Omega’s side and rolling on the ground beside her. Omega pats her absently, then squints up at him.

”Hi, Crosshair.”

”You weren’t at lunch. I told Hunter I’d check on you.”

She gives him a wan smile. “You both worry too much.”

He raises his eyebrows. This from the kid who’d been kidnapped by bounty hunters and the Empire, who still had the Empire after her. “I’m not sure we worry enough.”

She chuckles a little, but it’s nothing like the laugh he’s gotten used to. Crosshair frowns, leaning against the trunk of the tree. His shadow blocks the dappled sunlight playing over her hair and face. A guilty look crosses her face, and then he realizes what she’s holding.

Tech’s broken goggles.

He goes cold, despite the sunny day.

“I just…” She hangs her head. “I miss him, Crosshair. I thought maybe I’d go and think about him for a while.”

Crosshair swallows. He’s not sure what to do here. She left them to go off by herself. Is he supposed to let her be? “I can… leave you alone.”

Her face twists to one side. She’s crying silently, trying not to show it. For a moment he almost does leave — he’d want to be alone, if it were him (wouldn’t he?). But that doesn’t feel right. He sinks down to the ground beside her and reaches out, stiffly patting her on the back.

She curls up under his arm so quickly he’s taken by surprise. He shifts his arm, brings her a little closer. It’s strange, feeling like a shelter, like he’s… safe, for her. The chill in his chest fades.

”Don’t you miss him, too?” she whispers.

”Yes,” says Crosshair. “Of course.” A muscle works in his throat. He closes his eyes, blinking back a sudden sting. “Did he like it here?”

Omega laughs, though she still sounds teary. “I think so. I was remembering how he recorded all the birds. Not just their calls, but everything to do with them — how their wings sounded when they flew, the sounds of the bugs they liked to eat, the noises their babies made. He used to sit right here recording sometimes. Then he’d play them back for me, telling me all their names.” She lets out a long breath. “I think talking about him helps.”

Scenes flash before him. Tech in their quarters back on Kamino, acting out every new plan that came into his brilliant mind. The confident little smile he’d get, pulling off something insanely clever. His voice rising with excitement when figuring out the twists and turns of a new language. Understanding you does not mean that I agree with you.

Crosshair opens his eyes, looking out at the distant sea, the sunlight shimmering on the waves. “Did he ever tell you about the eclipse on Ryloth?”

”No,” she says, scooting closer to him. He squeezes her shoulder.

“I was on watch. Hunter and Wrecker were laying low, resting up for a night mission. Tech was supposed to be, but he joined me. He wouldn’t stop talking about an eclipse by the largest moon.”

“An eclipse? During your mission?”

“It was very rare. He knew exactly how rare, of course.” Crosshair smiles slightly at the memory, though he’d been irritated by Tech’s chatter about the stages of the eclipse and Ryloth’s five moons and the fact that only the largest moon could initiate a total eclipse.

“Of course.” Omega looks up at him, curious, her eyes dry. “What was it like?”

“Strange,” Crosshair admits. “The light went wrong. We’d been on Ryloth for two weeks. I thought I knew the place. Until totality approached, and everything fell dark. And quiet.”

His arms prickle with goosebumps. It’s still such a powerful memory, the shift in the light’s register, the deep unreal shadows descending upon the world before them, the noises he’d gotten used to in the distance faltering into silence. And then Tech beside him, voice hushed: “Totality. It will last for six point two minutes, and this planet will not see such a spectacle again for thirty years. We will have no other chance to see this event on this world in our lifetimes -- now, Crosshair! Look!”

Crosshair shivers. “We’d seen a lot of the galaxy by then. But that stays with me. It was… beautiful. And Tech wanted me to see it with him.”

He tries to describe it to Omega, though his halting words are nothing like as clear as the memory he still carries. The image flares in his mind once more, the sun a black upon black disk, a white halo of hazy corona swirling and shifting around its borders, its light not moonlight or sunlight but something else entirely. He’d drunk it in, goosebumps rippling on his arms. And then he turned to Tech, whose brown eyes were wide and unblinking behind his goggles, his face shining, transported. “It is…” Tech paused, then shook his head, gazing up at the corona. “It is beyond my ability to describe.”

Crosshair had just nodded. “I think I know what you mean.”

They didn’t get to talk much about it after; the mission had taken precedence, and then there was the next mission, and the mission after that. But every time it came to mind, his arms prickled, and he remembered Tech, his face glowing.

Omega shifts beside him, and he’s back on Pabu, on a bright sunny day beneath the shade of a drowsing tree. She pulls away from his embrace, looking down at the goggles in her hands.

“I like that story, Crosshair.”

He takes a deep breath. Perhaps talking does help.

“I do, too.”

#crosshair tbb #tech tbb #omega tbb #crosshair the bad batch #tech the bad batch #omega the bad batch #the bad batch #the bad batch fanfiction #season 3 #eclipse #i did not see 2024 in totality #but i did see 2017 #and those goosebumps i still get every time are real #my batcher fic

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are-you-a-star · 1 year

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Frisk Month Day 1 - Good Morning!

[ID: Frisk's bedroom, post pacifist. There is a Mettaton poster and glow in the dark stars on the wall. The curtains are open, letting a huge beam of sunlight into the room. Flowey sits on the table, eating a slice of pie using a vine and a fork. He appears to be struggling. Frisk is asleep on their bed, and Chara (ghostly) leans over them, trying to wake them.]

#safeutdr #my art #frisk month 23 #frisk month #described art #frisk undertale #chara undertale #flowey undertale #undertale frisk #undertale chara #undertale flowey #chara dreemurr

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angelbitezzz · 3 months

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Don’t feel bad! You’re not obliged to have anon on! :0

Also, idk if it’ll let you answer this ask, but if so… I’ll take one of each, if that’s ok!!

💕👋⚖️⭐️⚫️❓

(If not then just whichever you’d like to share!)

Okay warning, this is way longer than I thought it would be! So I'm putting my answers under the cut here

For the 💕, I think this one [It Takes Two] works (ik in the source material its a song between sisters, but i read it differently for crossbones and starstruck. It's definitely a bit more high-energy and peppy than either of them actually are, but I see it more like the romantic dynamic between their heroic personas. It's all geared up to eleven--both of them have to act differently in costume.

For 👋, I like Hummingbird. The song is mostly just vibes but there's definitely lyrical significance for some aspects of their relationship, y'know? Plus, the whole scene that the song is from in Across the Spiderverse is two superheros taking time away just to spend it with eachother. Kinda perfect?

For ⚖️, Sunlight by Hozier definitely feels right. It's a sweet song, and there's significance in someone who's never known the sun ascribing it to someone in their life. Just saying :3

It is. SO HARD to find a good song for ⭐️. Maybe I should make a playlist...what do you guys think?

Anyways, Tarantula by Gorillaz. It's one of their sweeter songs, and it's about like...well, not settling for someone? More like choosing eachother even with the shit in either of their lives? Thats how i see it

Oof, I already posted a rather angsty one with another ask. For ⚫️, I think This December by Ricky Montgomery is a good one--though I almost considered another song from the same album, Snow. There's conflict, y'know, if internal--how do you separate someone you care for from someone who's sacrifice would mean so much to everyone you know? Morally, Sans is an interesting character (I'm talking largely of his Undertale iteration, but since ts underswap tries to keep things relatively unchanged in regards to personality, he also counts) because while he is someone who I'd consider a good person, he's the same guy who more than likely would've attacked frisk on sight if he wasn't such a loyal character. There's love here. There's also the persistent, nagging knowledge of what needs to be done.

And finally, ❓. For the miscellanious song, we have Stars In the Sky by Kid Cudi for the second Sonic thr Hedgehog movie. I know it's a little silly, but lyrically I consider it a fantastic song for Crossbones and Starstruck! Angel is no stranger to the villain that is being mentally ill, and being separated from everyone she knew and essentially becoming the local semi-homeless human in a place that, while very silly and kind, is still hostile to her sucks. Doing the superhero gig--or rather, participating in the saturday morning cartoon gimmicks as either Starstruck or Koffin K's Spooky Servant is a good distraction. She likes it, and she likes getting to spend time with Sans like that. In a way the Starlight Isles are something of an escape for her, a dream-like forest suspended in eternal twilight where she gets to play the hero or the villain on a whim, with no real consequences. For now.

AAAAND that's it! I actually...did not expect to write so much. For your trouble, here is a drawing of the goobers.

#rb #art #my art #digital art #doodle #undertale #sans undertale #sans #ts underswap #ask game #ts underswap sans #underswap #self ship #self insert #ts underswap self insert #Crossbones and Starstruck #WOW i put more thought into this stuff than i thought

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thetruemek · 6 months

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖜 𝕭𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝕱𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑 has updated!!!

62. Mr. Blue Sky

You sleep soundly the rest of the night, despite of what had happened, and no other spooky sleep-blinking or anything else of the sort occurs, which you normally would have welcomed with open arms.

Now however, you shoot up from beneath your comfortable silken covers the second a ray of sunlight tickles your eyelids, heart immediately kick-starting into a frantic canter that leaves you gasping for air, eyes wide, your body scrambling to move – Shit, I only have like a day and a half to scope out the concert area, find a suitable ambush location, get intel on Miss Heed’s bodyguards, engage with her, ask Flug about the antidote-

Your helter-skelter thoughts spur you on all the way to the bathroom – urge you to get up, get ready and get shit done, until you catch your reflection in the mirror and you pause to stare yourself down for a moment. Your hair is a tangled mess, the dark circles beneath your eyes have reached a new level of yikes that startles even you a little and… is that a hint of bloodshot around your irises? Lovely.

The sudden realization is enough to grind your derailing train of thoughts to a halt. You’ve seen this particular face of yours before. You’re doing it again. Running yourself down. Spreading yourself thin. Just like when you had frantically tried to juggle your gang jobs with your own hustles on the side and keeping your intentions, safe house and extra-cash hidden from Sans… and everyone else. Hiding your utter exhaustion and anxiety behind easy-going sass and witty remarks, never staying at the gang hideout long enough for the others to scrutinize you more closely or ask questions… or for Frisk to confide in you and maybe get some sort of comfort in this hell they were living in because of you-

Your hands clench into fists on the marble counter but this time you know better than to stupidly injure yourself before a mission.

One: get back at Sans for murdering your parents and everything he did to you. Two: get Blackhat to let you go. Three: get Frisk back. One: get back at Sans for…

#Villainous #Villanos #Blackhat #Black Hat #undertale #mafiatale #fanfiction #horror #Villainous AU #Undertale AU #multiverse #miss heed #f!reader #reader insert #lovecraftian #YNBFH

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vickyvicarious · 8 months

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We all rose early, and I think that sleep did much for each and all of us. When we met at early breakfast there was more general cheerfulness than any of us had ever expected to experience again. It is really wonderful how much resilience there is in human nature. Let any obstructing cause, no matter what, be removed in any way—even by death—and we fly back to first principles of hope and enjoyment. More than once as we sat around the table, my eyes opened in wonder whether the whole of the past days had not been a dream. It was only when I caught sight of the red blotch on Mrs. Harker's forehead that I was brought back to reality.

Jack, and others

I feel a wonderful peace and rest to-night. It is as if some haunting presence were removed from me. Perhaps ... My surmise was not finished, could not be; for I caught sight in the mirror of the red mark upon my forehead; and I knew that I was still unclean.

Mina

Mina has been bright and cheerful all the evening. So much so that all the rest seemed to take courage, as if infected somewhat with her gaiety; as a result even I myself felt as if the pall of gloom which weighs us down were somewhat lifted.

Jonathan

You know what all this sudden cheerfulness (though less so for Jonathan, who is upset about leaving Mina out) reminds me of? 1 October:

With [the rats'] going it seemed as if some evil presence had departed, for the dogs frisked about and barked merrily as they made sudden darts at their prostrate foes, and turned them over and over and tossed them in the air with vicious shakes. We all seemed to find our spirits rise. Whether it was the purifying of the deadly atmosphere by the opening of the chapel door, or the relief which we experienced by finding ourselves in the open I know not; but most certainly the shadow of dread seemed to slip from us like a robe, and the occasion of our coming lost something of its grim significance, though we did not slacken a whit in our resolution.

We know from Mina and Renfield that this is around the time Dracula left Carfax and went to the asylum. Or, to go back even further let's look at Lucy on 18 August:

Lucy is ever so much better. Last night she slept well all night, and did not disturb me once. The roses seem coming back already to her cheeks, though she is still sadly pale and wan-looking. If she were in any way anæmic I could understand it, but she is not. She is in gay spirits and full of life and cheerfulness. All the morbid reticence seems to have passed from her,

This is the day after Dracula left town. And actually, Jonathan even did it a little yesterday (4 October) as well:

Already the certainty that the Count is out of the country has given her comfort; and comfort is strength to her. For my own part, now that his horrible danger is not face to face with us, it seems almost impossible to believe in it. Even my own terrible experiences in Castle Dracula seem like a long-forgotten dream. Here in the crisp autumn air in the bright sunlight—— Alas! how can I disbelieve! In the midst of my thought my eye fell on the red scar on my poor darling's white forehead. Whilst that lasts, there can be no disbelief.

Every time there are other reasons you could choose to ascribe this mood to. Lucy not being drunk from, the rats and smell being gone, people getting undisturbed sleep, or even the characters knowing that Dracula is no longer in the same country as them. But at the same time, I kind of like the reading that his presence/proximity causes a sort of emotional weight that is alleviated by him leaving. There's a downside in that the experiences feel less real/present when he's gone (unless there is evidence to prove otherwise) but it is mood-lifting in a way that is equally as if not more instinctive than just conscious cheering up.

#dracula daily #vampire abilities #just me talking about vampires having a presence again really

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suunkiised · 2 months

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i thought this quote fit Lucas, mostly post timeskip Lucas because of everything that happened.

For Lucas's timeskip design I decided to desaturate his colours and darken his hair, mostly for the headcanon that he doesn't leave his house often so his hair darkens. He has bags under his eyes because he doesn't sleep often, and his black sweater underneath is supposed to represent all of the bottled up feelings he has.

sorry for rambling! i just love Lucas a lot!!

[Start ID: A drawing of a young Lucas looking into the mirror with a smile on his face and Hinawa behind him with her hands on his shoulders. Sunlight is filtering through the left of Lucas and Hinawa indicating it's early morning. They're in saturated colours that pop. At the bottom is red cursive text that reads: It's you! End ID.]

[Start ID: An older and more dishevelled Lucas is looking in mirror, his hair is longer and less maintained and has darkened in colour. Everything is desaturted and doesn't have much life to it. Pale blue light is filtering in on the left, appearing to be night. At the bottom pink text reads: Despite everything, it's still you. End ID.]

[Start ID: A screenshot from twitter of user ThatRabidDog saying: Wait guys new oc trend idea Draw your oc looking in the mirror before and after the trauma. Below they provided two screenshots from Undertale of Frisk looking in the mirror at Toriel's house. The first image is of the pacifist route with the text box: It's you! The next image has if of the genocide route with the house grey and the text box reading: Despite everything, it's still you. End ID.]

#mother 3 #lucas mother 3 #hinawa mother 3 #mother 3 fanart #lucart

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mydarllinglover · 11 months

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Alone || Crumbling Down

"They seemed nice enough, but I was ready to go. We just got here, but, damn, it was time to go. When I told them about DC, a wink and a nod from the head asshole in charge, and it was right back to our regularly scheduled shitstorm." The redhead, Abraham told the five new members of the train cart.

Rick had ordered the group to make weapons out of anything they could get their hands on, as members of the party caught each other up during their separation.

Natalia bent down, grabbing the Swiss army knife that was tucked into her boot, covered by her sock, then reached into her pocket, grabbing out the handful of darts from the country club, handing them out to her friends.

"Sweetheart, now's not really the time for a game of darts." Abraham said.

"They have a point, dumbass." Rosita, his girlfriend said, touching the tip of the dart with the pad of her thumb.

Natalia passed one to Daryl, who gave her a look.

"Told you I had stuff on me, too bad they didn't think to frisk Michonne and I." She gave him a small smile.

"Before they put you in here, you didn't see Tyreese?" Sasha asked them.

"No." Michonne told her.

"Good."

"What about Beth?" Maggie asked.

Natalia swallowed hard, before answering.

"We got out together, me, her and Daryl." She started. "We got split up by a herd."

"Black car with a white cross painted on it. Drove off with her." Daryl continued. "We tried to follow it. We tried."

"But she's alive?"

"She's alive." Natalia confirmed. "She's a survivor, a stubborn one."

The group continued to work in silence, using shoelaces, belts and necklaces to make weapons, as well as the darts Natalia gave them, each person having one in their grasp.

Daryl stood watch, keeping an eye out through the gaps as people outside talked and shouted to one another.

"What are you doing?" A man called out to someone.

"Everybody shut up. Shut up!"

"Alright. Got four of them pricks coming our way." Daryl announced.

"Y'all know what to do." Rick said. "Go for their eyes first. Then their throats." They gathered by the door, getting ready.

That's when Natalia noticed something, staring at the ceiling.

"Put your backs to the walls on either side of the car now." A man shouted at them.

"We should get back." She said.

"Huh?"

"Look." She pointed at the top of the train cart, just as someone began walking on it.

The latch was pulled open, shining sunlight down on them, showing off the red in Abrahams hair.

A flash bomb was thrown at their feet.

"Told you!"

"Move!" Abraham shouted, everybody ran to the corners, Natalia brought up the sweatshirt, covering her mouth and nose.

The can exploded, filling the cart in a dark cloud of smoke.

The door slid open, people marched in.

Someone had grabbed Natalia, she wriggled out of the persons grasp, but someone else, Daryl, had pulled her back, throwing a punch at the guy, but soon enough, he was thrown outside by another person.

Once the smoke was cleared, they could see who was missing; Rick, Daryl, Glenn and Bob.

"Fuck!" Natalia kicked the side of the train cart.

The sound of an explosion went off outside.

Natalia stared at where she kicked, stepping back.

Gunshots sounded outside, as well as the familiar snarl of their undead friends.

Abraham began punching the cart.

"What the hell is going on?" He said through clenched teeth.

"Someone hit them." Michonne said.

"Maybe our people got free." Sasha guessed.

"Excuse me." Eugene barged past Sasha and Tara, bending down to the floor in front of the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rosita asked him.

I might be able to use this shell to compromise the door. From the sounds of things, there may not be anybody left to open it."

"Eugene, I'm sorry but shut up." Tara told him.

Carl walked over from the back, Natalia put an arm over his shoulder.

"My dad's gonna be back." He told the other people. "They all are."

"They are." Maggie agreed.

"Our biggest concern right now, is making sure we're able to protect ourselves when we get out, the explosions and gunshots are gonna gather walkers from miles away to right here." Natalia said.

Walkers had started gathering around the train cart, as Eugene continued trying to pry the door open, the rest made sure their weapons were useful.

"What's the cure, Eugene?" Sasha asked.

Abraham had told the five the mission of DC when they introduced themselves, Natalia thought it was a load of bullshit, no way a man as important as Eugene was in Houston of all places when the world fell apart, rumours had been spreading for a while before the day.

"It's classified." He responded.

"We don't know what's gonna happen." Michonne brought up.

"You leave him be." Abraham told her.

"We need to keep working."

"Yeah, but it's time to hear it." Sasha continued. "'Cause we don't know what's coming next."

"What's next is we get out of this." Tara said.

"Even if I told you all, even if I provided step-by-step instructions complete with illustrations and a well-composed FAQ and I went red-ring, the cure would still die with me."

"I'm not gonna let that happen." Abraham told him.

"The best case scenario, we step out into a hell storm of bullets, fire and walkers. I'm not fleet of foot. I sure as hell can't take a dead one down with sharp buttons and hella confidence."

"Yeah, but we can and we will." Michonne said.

"I've had less and survived, it's not hard." Natalia said.

"You don't owe us anything, not yet." Sasha stood up. "But we just want to hear it."

"You don't have to." Rosita spoke up.

Eugene stood up, facing the group.

"I was part of a 10-person team at the human genome project to weaponize diseases to fight weaponized diseases. Pathogenic microorganisms with pathogenic microorganisms. Fire with fire. Interdepartmental drinks were had, relationships made, information shared. I am keenly aware of all the details behind fail-safe delivery systems to kill every living person on this planet. I believe with a little tweaking on the terminals in DC, we can flip the script. Take out every last dead one of them. Fire with fire. All things being equal, it does sound pretty badass."

"Or a load of shit." Natalia coughed into her fist, hiding her face in Carls shoulder as he snorted.

"so let's get back to work." Maggie smiled at him.

The door banged, then opened, Rick appeared, holding a gun.

"Come on! Fight to the fence!" He commanded before firing shots and jumping down.

"Do not leave his side!" Abraham demanded.

"Lets go, get to your dad." Natalia told Carl, leading him out.

A walker headed for Natalia, she stabbed her Swiss army knife into its throat, her hand caking in blood as she pushed it up, pulling it back out and letting it fall to the ground, she felt a hand grab her shoulder, she looked over, a metal pole being shoved through the skull of the walker that had grabbed her.

She turned her head, finding Daryl behind her, passing over a long sharp knife, she nodded at him before running forward.

The group fought their way through the walkers.

Natalia watched how a walker headed for Eugene, and how he cowered away instead of taking it down, letting Sasha shoot its brains out.

Rosita was the first person to reach the fence, killing the walker that was on the other side.

"Up and over!"

Rick continued to shoot at walkers as well as Terminus members as the rest climbed over the fence.

"Let's go! Move!" The redhead shouted, helping and pushing everyone over.

They walked through the woods, Daryl tracking their way back to the bag Rick had hidden.

"The hell are we still around here for?" Abraham asked.

"Guns, some supplies." Rick said, digging up the dirt. "Go along the fences. Use the rifles. Take out the rest of 'em."

"What?" Bob asked, stepping towards him.

"They don't get to live." Rick replied.

"Rick, we got out, it's over."

"Yeah, until they come for us, I've seen this film before." Natalia said, bending down to grab her belt, securing it onto her, as well as her guns.

"It's not over till they're all dead." Rick agreed.

"The hell it isn't. That place is on fire." Rosita argued. "Full of walkers."

"I'm not dicking around with this crap." Abraham joined in. "We just made it out."

"The fences are down." Maggie told Rick. "They'll run or die."

Someone slowly walked up behind Rick, holding Daryl's crossbow, Natalia noticed her.

"Carol?" She gasped.

Daryl turned around, his eyes shooting wide as he took in the woman.

He ran to her, hugging her tightly as she hugged him back, he picked her up as she laughed.

The others heading towards her.

Natalia was next to hug her, when Daryl finally stepped away.

"What happened?" Carol asked, her finger softly grazing the woman's cut and bruised face.

"Ran into some bad guys, took care of them." She answered, shrugging her shoulders.

"Did you do that?" Rick stepped towards Carol when Natalia let her go and moved back.

She smiled, nodding slightly.

Rick hugged her tightly.

"You have to come with me." She told him when he pulled away.

The group followed the woman through the woods.

A dogs barking caught Natalia's attention.

"Sully?!"

All of a sudden, a Border Collie was running at her, knocking the woman flat on her back as she pet her dog, crying as she laughed, him licking at her sore face excitedly.

Daryl bent down, petting the dog, picking up the rabbit that he dropped on the floor when he lunged at the woman, his distraction towards Sully gave Natalia a chance to sit up in the dirt.

"You're okay, you're alive, you're alive." She sniffled, as the pair continued to shower the dog in pets and scratches.

"Hey." Daryl gently nudged her, looking ahead.

Tyreese was holding Judith outside a wooden cabin, Rick, Carl and Sasha ran to them, hugging their loved ones.

"Everyone's okay, we're all okay." She looked up at the redneck, smiling wide as tears rolled down her cheeks, happy tears.

He'd never seen her so emotional and soft... he'd seen her angry plenty of times, but it was very rare when she was sappy like this, even at the not-funeral they had outside the morgue, she wasn't like this.

He soaked it up, she was still mad at him, after what they had just gone through, and being reunited with her beloved dog, her walls crumbled down in a moment of weakness, she was safe to go back to resenting him, he knew he deserved it, didn't mean he had to like it.

She kissed Sully's head multiple times as he licked at Daryl, who was still holding the teddy he had picked up from the Big Spot.

"What happened?" Carol asked Tyreese.

"There were a bunch of walkers out here and he got his hands around Judith's neck."

Natalia looked up, taking out a knife as she looked at the cabin, Daryl moved with her.

Carol was the closest, but Tyreese stopped him.

"No, he's dead." Tyreese explained. "I... I had to. So I did. I could."

"Too right, none of those fuckers deserve to live." Natalia spat.

She then walked towards Carl, Michonne and Judith, smiling at the baby as she pet her head, Sully circled his owners legs.

"Hey, pretty girl." She cooed, as Judith made noises in response.

"I don't know If the fire's still burning." Rick said, looking at the big dark cloud coming from Terminus.

"It is." Carol confirmed.

"Yeah. We need to go." He decided.

"Yeah, but where?" Daryl asked him.

"Somewhere far away from there."

They made their way back to the train tracks, walking along it.

Michonne and Natalia walked side by side, behind Judith and Carl, Daryl and Carol were behind the women.

"You found him." Michonne tapped her hand.

"Yeah." She smiled at her friend, patting Sully's head, his tail wagged with his rabbit in his mouth.

They then headed into the woods, on the other side.

The group had been walking until the smoke turned white.

Finally taking a break to get something to eat, and so that some people could rest, going again when the sun rose once more.

The Georgia sun beat down on them as they walked.

Natalia took off her sweatshirt, tying it around her waist, but making sure her weapons were easy to grab.

carol came up beside her, Daryl hot on her trail.

She touched Natalia's shoulder, who was quick to flinch, ducking away before realising who it was.

"Sorry, hey." She smiled at the woman.

"You okay?" Carol asked, noticing her weird behaviour.

"Fine, why?" She asked.

"Your back, you got quite the graze on it."

Natalia looked over her shoulder, not being able to see it, but still tried.

Half of Natalia's back was bloody and grazed, from being thrown on the harsh road, she hadn't even noticed.

"Yeah, it's not bad though, looks worse than how it is." She shrugged, taking down her hair from the braid, letting it cover her back.

"You get that from those bad guys too? Looks painful."

"It's fine, really, don't worry about it." She tried to keep her cool, quickly escaping from the conversation, and weaving through the people, ignoring how the pair continued to watch her with heavy stares, she knew that if Carol wanted to know, Daryl would probably explain what happened, Natalia just couldn't.

She ended back up with Michonne.

They had walked some more.

A female walker struggled towards them.

"I got it." Michonne called, walking towards it.

She reached behind her, before making a realisation as she grinned, raising her gun and whacking the walker onto the floor, stepping on its back and hitting it in the head with the gun.

"Missing it?" Natalia asked as another one appeared. "Dibs." she claimed, walking past Michonne.

She tripped the walker onto its back, stomping on it's head and letting its skull pop, brain matter and blood splattered everywhere.

The others had walked ahead as they watched the pair, but Rosita and Abraham strayed back.

"Keep forgetting it's not there." Michonne replied when they started walking with the group, again.

"Gone, but never forgotten." Natalia put her hands together, raising them above her head as she closed her eyes.

When night fell, they set up camp, starting a fire.

"Where'd you get the dog?" Eugene asked her, staring at Sully, who sat by her side.

"Classified." She repeated his words.

"Whys he called Sully?" Tara asked her. "Like the monster?"

"Exactly." She fed the dog some of her food.

When the new day started, the group continued their walk.

The sound of someone approaching caught their attention, everyone raised their guns.

Daryl stepped out, a rope full of Squirrels was in his hand.

"We surrender." He said to the amount of guns pointed at him.

Sully jogged over, sniffing the dead animals, walking by his side.

Rick whistled after talking to Daryl.

"Keep close." He told the group.

"Ready to keep some concrete under your feet?" Abraham asked him.

"I think it's time." Rick replied.

"That is sweet music to my ears, Officer. Take the next road we come to, try to get back to going north till we find a vehicle. Good?"

"Good."

As they were walking through the woods, Sully began sniffing around, walking off the trail.

"What is it, boy?" Daryl asked.

"Help!" A mans voice shouted. "Help! Anybody help!"

Sully ran for it.

"Sully!" Natalia chased after him.

"Nat! Natalia, Wait!" Rick hissed, but she was already gone.

The man continued to scream as Carl followed, the others went after.

Sully barked as he reached his destination.

Natalia watched as half a dozen of walkers tried to reach a man on top of a rock.

Sullys barking caught their attention, turning away from the man and heading for the dog and Woman.

Natalia took out her knife, taking out the first walker that headed for her.

Carl shot another one, as Natalia delt with the next, soon everyone followed, Michonne smashed the end of her gun into a walker, crushing its head against the rock.

Carol stabbed the last one through the eye.

They looked up at the man quivering on top of the rock.

"We're clear. Keep watch." Rick instructed. "Hey, don't run off like that." He told Natalia.

"Wasn't given a choice." She shrugged.

"Come on down." He turned to the man.

The man slid off the large rock, still shaking as he looked at all the people.

"You okay?"

The man held up a finger, before emptying his stomach.

The group stared at him, unimpressed.

"Sorry." He whispered. "Yes. Thank you. I'm Gabriel."

"Do you have any weapons on you?" Rick asked him.

Gabriel laughed at his question.

"Do I look like I would have any weapons?"

"We don't give two short and curlies what it looks like." Abraham answered.

"I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need."

"Sure didn't look like it." Daryl mused.

"I called for help. It came."

"It came cause your screaming caught my dogs attention." Natalia said, wrapping her hand around her dogs collar, keeping him still.

He looked around, not knowing what to say.

"Do you have... have any food?" He then asked. "Whatever I- I had left, it just hit the ground."

"We've got some Pecans." Carl offered him.

"Thank you." He took them, smiling at the boy.

Judith began cooing in Tyreese's arms.

"That's a beautiful child." He looked at her.

Rick continued to stare at the man, not bothering to reply.

"Do you have a camp?" He then asked.

"No. Do you?" Rick asked him.

"I have a church."

"Hold your hands above your head."

He did as told, Rick frisked him.

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"Not any, actually."

Natalia couldn't take this man seriously, they had been in this shit for well over a year, how was he still alive?

"Turn around." Rick spun him. "How many people have you killed?"

"None." He responded, as if the question was a joke.

"Why?"

"Because the Lord abhors violence." Gabriel replied.

"What have you done?" Rick whispered, seeing right through the man. "We've all done something."

"I'm a sinner. I sin almost everyday. But those sins, I confess to God, not strangers."

"You said you had a church." Michonne reminded.

He led the way through the woods, the group followed.

"Hey, earlier, were you watching us?" Rick asked.

"I keep to myself. Nowadays, people are just as dangerous as the dead, don't you think?"

"No, people are worse." Rick answered.

"Well, I wasn't watching you. I haven't been beyond the stream near my church more than a few times since it started. That was the furthest I've gone before today. Or maybe I'm lying." He then said. "Maybe I'm lying about everything and there's no church ahead at all. Maybe I'm leading you into a trap so I can steal all your squirrels."

Natalia pulled out her gun, taking it off safety as she aimed it at him, waiting for the signal.

Rick put a hand on the top of her gun, telling her to lower it as the man laughed, slowing down when he realised no one else laughed.

"Members of my flock had often told me that my sense of humour leaves much to be desired." He tried to save himself.

"Yeah, it does." Daryl agreed.

Gabriel turned around, walking into a branch, he lifted it up after getting hit in the face with leaves, ducking under and continuing to lead the group to the church.

They eventually reached their destination, a white church was surrounded by trees, just like he had said.

"Hold up." Rick said, as Gabriel walked towards the door, taking keys out of his pocket to unlock the door. "Can we take a look around first?" He walked towards the father. "We just want to hold onto our squirrels." He put his hand out expectantly for the keys.

Gabriel placed them in his palm, offering a small smile that Rick nor the rest of the group returned.

Rick, Daryl, Natalia, Michonne, Glenn and Carol walked into the church, their weapons all raised as they waited for a signal of danger.

The pews were empty, Michonne and Glenn checked the Sunday school room as well as the bathrooms, finding them empty as well.

"If Jesus died for our sins, then what the fuck is this shit?" Natalia rolled her eyes at the statue of Christ on the cross.

Rick whistled to the small group, signalling that it looked safe enough, they walked outside to report the investigation to the others.

"I spent months here without stepping out the front door." Gabriel told Rick, when he passed back the keys. "If you found someone inside, well, it would have been surprising."

"Thanks for this." Carl smiled at the father.

"We found a short bus out back." Abraham revealed to Rick. "It don't run, but I bet we could fix that in less than a day or two. Father here says he don't want it. Looks like we found ourselves some transport. You understand what's at stake here, right?"

"Yes, I do." Rick replied, running his hand along Judith's hair.

"Now that we can take a breath..." Michonne started.

"We take a breath, we slow down, shit inevitably goes down." Abraham cut her off, still staring at Rick.

"We need supplies no matter what we do next." Michonne told him.

"We have nothing, you understand that right?" Natalia asked the redhead. "We're not doing anything until we get basic needs."

"That's right." Rick agreed with the two women. "Water, food, ammunition."

"Short bus ain't going nowhere." Daryl added as they headed into the church. "Bring you back some baked beans."

"How'd you survive here for so long?" Rick asked Gabriel as everyone got comfortable. "Where did your supplies come from?"

"Luck." He answered.

"Not God?" Natalia remarked.

"Our annual canned food drive." He continued, side eyeing the woman before turning back to Rick. "Things fell apart right after we finished it. It was just me." He looked to his shoes.

"Come here, Judith" Carl whispered to the baby, taking her off their father.

"The food lasted a long time. And then I started scavenging. I've cleaned out every place nearby." Gabriel said. "Except for one."

"What kept you from it?" Rick asked.

"It's overrun."

"How many."

"A dozen or so, maybe more."

Natalia let out a scoff, leaning off of the pew. "Draw me a map?"

"We can handle a dozen." Rick clarified, making sure Natalia knew she wasn't going on her own.

"Bob and I will go with you, Tyreese should stay here, help keep Judith safe." Sasha volunteered.

"That'll be okay?" Rick asked the man, who nodded, smiling.

"Sure." Tyreese answered. "You ever need me to watch her, need anything for her, I'm right here."

"I'm grateful for it." Rick told him. "And everything else."

"You wanna watch Sully for me?" Natalia asked Carl, leaning over the pew he was sitting on, Judith in his arms.

"You even gotta ask?" He replied, smiling at the woman.

Natalia took off the sheriffs hat, kissing him on the top of his head, scruffing his hair up, before kissing Judith's head.

"I'll draw you that map." Gabriel answered Natalia's earlier question.

"You don't need to, you're coming with us."

"I'm not gonna be of any help. You saw me. I'm no good around those things."

"You're gonna learn how, today." Natalia shrugged.

Gabriel led Bob, Rick, Sasha, Natalia and Michonne into the town.

"Hey." Bob approached Rick, walking with him. "When you said they don't get to live, you weren't wrong. We push ourselves and let things go. Then we let some more go and some more. And pretty soon, there's things we can't get back. Things we can't hold onto, even if we tried. Washington's gonna happen, Rick."

"I haven't decided if we're going yet." Rick admitted.

"No, that's cool. But you've seen Abraham in action. He's gonna get there and Eugene's gonna cure all of this. And you're gonna find yourself in a place where it's like how it used to be. And if you've let too much go along the way, that's not gonna work. 'Cause you're gonna be back in the real world."

"This is the real world, Bob."

"Naw. This is a nightmare, and nightmares end. I'm sorry, I'm calling it. Washington's gonna happen. You're gonna say yes. Already too much momentum. You can't fight City Hall. Maybe that's just one of those parts of not letting go."

"How do we know this guy isn't just lying?" Natalia asked.

"You think so?" Bob asked.

"Sounds made up to me." She shrugged. "Too good to be true."

"It wouldn't kill you to have a lil hope." He smiled at her.

She was reminded of Beth, by that sentence.

"That's exactly what'll it do." She muttered, feeling slightly more bitter.

They had arrived at an white building.

"This was the food bank." Gabriel told them, as Natalia read Food Bank, written on a sign on the building. "It served the whole county. All the cans at my church were gonna end up here."

Rick had led the way into the foodbank and thrift store, throwing the door open with his gun eye level, aimed at potential walkers.

Nothing was walking around inside, the place seemed to be empty, until they walked further, the floor had fallen through, leaving a large hole, that must be where they were.

Rick halted, signalling to the others to wait as splashing could be heard from down below.

He walked closer, whilst they stood at the entrance waiting for instruction.

Rick waved his finger in the air, as he peered down at the walkers snarling in the water.

Natalia was the first to move, silently and slowly, Michonne on her tail, than Sasha, Bob, finally Gabriel.

The smell was putrid, burning Natalia's eyes as she watched them roam around, their skin was grey and bloated, and saggy.

"If a sewer could puke, this is what it'd smell like." Bob commented.

Michonne looked up at the ceiling, spotting the missing tiles and holes.

"Waters been coming down that hole for a while now." She said. "Slimed this place up good."

"At least it's already fallen." Natalia mused, being reminded of the incident at the big spot.

"We can use the shelves to block them." Sasha suggested.

"Yeah, that's it, Sasha." Rick agreed. "There's our way, down those shelves."

Natalia grimaced as she prepared herself to drop into the sewer puke, walker slime, water.

"Hey." Rick looked towards Gabriel, who was stood further back. "I said you're coming with us."

Once they were down, Rick and Michonne used the shelves to push against the walkers that headed for them.

"Go! Go!" He shouted as Bob and Sasha grabbed the other one, pushing them together so they could pop them through the barrier. "Here they come. You take right. I see three here."

As they took out the walkers, Gabriel got spooked, pushing Natalia into the shelf as he fought to get away.

"What the hell is he doing?" She groaned, taking out the walker that just attempted to take a bite out of her arm when she caught herself.

He swam towards the steps, jumping on them, causing the old rotting wood to collapse as he wailed and splashed around.

He managed to pull himself up, holding onto the wall.

"We have to get Gabriel." Rick said, moving towards the father, watching him carefully.

"What happened?" Bob asked.

"I don't know."

"He almost just killed me, completely freaked the fuck out." Natalia answered bitterly.

"All right, we'll push down the shelves on the ones in front of us. We'll fight through and I'll grab him." Rick instructed, as they pushed against the metal. They did as he said, the walkers being pushed below as they climbed through, keeping an eye out in case the walkers jumped up from the water.

Michonne stabbed a walker in the neck, it's skin was inflated, following down onto his chest, she struggled as he continued to come at her.

Natalia reached out, plunging her knife into the top of his head, helping her friend as Michonne threw its dead body into the water.

They seemed to take out all of them, Rick dealing with the last one, an elderly woman, wearing glasses, her hair was still tied back, she had been heading for Gabriel, but Rick intervened, grabbing her and smashing her face into the metal pole, breaking the structure, her skin falling off and into the water.

Bob headed towards the boxes full off food.

"Yeah." He grinned. "I know which way it's gonna break." As he reached for the green box, a hand came out of the water, getting a hold of the man and pulling him under.

"Bob!" Sasha screamed, going over to help as he came back up, a walker in his hold, trying to fight for a piece of him, most of it's skin was gone, he looked like a walking skeleton.

Bob pushed it onto a metal pole whilst Sasha used the metal box to smash against it's head, finally putting it down.

"You okay, Bob, you okay?" She whispered, making sure he was alright.

"I'm fine now." He told her.

"Then let's get this shit and get the hell out of here." Natalia told the group, flicking a piece of rotting walker skin off of her chest.

They had used trolleys to carry the Boxes and bags full off food back to the church, Natalia had snagged a long over-sized brown jacket, wearing it over her wet clothes, as they made their way back.

"I'm sorry." Gabriel apologised to Rick, as he wiped sweat off his brow. "I- I panicked. I told you I..."

"You knew her when she was alive?" Rick asked him.

Gabriel didn't answer, instead looking down as they continued to walk.

"Yeah, I get it. You only tell your sins to God. But you nearly kill one of my people again, He won't help you." Rick told him, looking over his shoulder at Natalia, who was talking to Michonne, before he pushed forward, walking away from Gabriel.

"Do you miss the sword?" Rick asked Michonne, him, her and Natalia walked at the front, pushing the biggest trolly through the tree's, whilst Gabriel and Bob struggled with the second one, Sasha stayed armed, keeping her eye out for walkers.

"Wasn't really mine in the first place." Michonne revealed. "Found it. In the very beginning."

"How'd you get so good?"

"It was just me and them out here, all day, every day, a good long time. I don't know what that was, but it wasn't a life. Not like today. Stumbling around in three feet of slime, for some peas and carrots, that's living."

"I will throw up on you, stop reminding me." Natalia shivered, breathing through her mouth.

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A Night Out

Place: Future Rating: M Word Count: 1,322 TWs: Mild Panic Attack, Allusions to Past Abuse Prompt for Fransweek 2023: [Travel] Cross Posted to Ao3 here!

@fransweek

Frisk had been nervous, but so far everything seemed to be going surprisingly well.

When Sans had suggested taking their daughter to the human world for the first time Frisk's heart had nearly stopped. Not only had she been worried the young girl wasn't ready to travel—let alone to another realm—but Frisk had had a nightmare. Locked closets and yelling, sharp burns and foul names spat from putrid tongues. The scorn Elys might face due to her unique appearance, white hair, what if she was accused of being a witch? Frisk had tried not to let the worry get to her, she knew it was all part of her anxiety and trauma.

But this was her daughter.

Her baby.

Sans of course had seen right through her. He'd noticed right away the twitchiness, how her eyes narrowed further and squinted as if in direct sunlight, and the way she'd started fussing with their child's hair; combing it through with her fingers and flattening it down despite the little girl's protests.

It'd taken some prodding but eventually he'd been able to sequester her to their bedroom and listened just as he always did to her concerns. He'd been very reassuring, loving, attentive. Sans had even gone so far as to compromise by making a trip to her village as a starting point rather than someplace completely unknown.

It had helped.

And now that Frisk stood thigh to shoulder with her invisible spouse she found herself not as nearly on the brink of a panic attack as she'd been earlier that day. Elys was enjoying herself, asking questions about her mother's village that brought a smile to Frisk's face as she ran between food carts and shop windows, a hummingbird discovering its first garden beneath the illuminating lantern lights.

Frisk's eyes still darted too and fro when a stranger drew too close, but otherwise she was okay.

She was fine.

"frisk. you're chewing your lip again." She jolted, caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.

Sans smiled softly as he placed a hand on the swell of her hip and guided her towards an apple cart nearby. His wife was handling this excursion really well, but at the same time he wondered if maybe Frisk could use a few more outings from the seelie realm herself. She was clearly nervous about being back after so many years having never visited, a stranger in familiar land.

He pointed at the man running the cart.

"remember him?"

The guy was five four, had an obvious hunch in his back and thick unruly white hair that flared out like cotton. All she had to do was picture it colored brown and the man standing slightly straighter and recognition instantly came into her eyes. Frisk blinked and grinned.

"Oh wow! He's still selling apples?"

The man had to be at least ninety years old now. She could still remember the shock and disbelief that had been on old man McGregor's face when one of the apples she'd purchased had vanished into thin air. It had been one of Frisk's favorite memories in the years Sans and her had been separated. She could still recall how the man had eyed her suspiciously each day after that, searching for clues or hints that he hadn't imagined what had happened.

Frisk chuckled. "Would you like another apple?"

"two." Sans smirked.

She raised a brow but didn't question him as she approached the cart, casting a cursory glance back to check on Elys before smiling happily at McGregor.

"Hello!"

McGregor blinked and then squinted before finally grinning. "Frisk?"

She nodded and held up four fingers. "Four please."

"I haven't seen you in a long time! Heard a rumor that the fae carried you away." He commented as he gathered the apples for her. Frisk pressed her lips together to resist laughing at just how true that rumor was.

"I met someone." She said instead.

It was surprising he didn't bring up the incident from before, but then again maybe he'd written it off as a daydream or hay fever. She understood, it was better than to have the villagers thinking him a loon. Still it would've been fun to reminisce on it together. McGregor had always been a kind heart.

He raised a brow as he traded coins with her, brows furrowed in concentration as he counted. "Well that's good to hear! A man from another village?"

"Something like that." Frisk hummed as she took the coins and the two apples Sans had requested and passed them to him.

McGregor's eyes shot wide, his thick white busy brows nearly shooting to his hairline as they revealed two startled brown iris staring at the floating fruit. Sans chuckled as he began to juggle them, watching gleefully as McGregor's mouth fell open and he raised a trembling hand to point at him. But more rewarding than that was Frisk, who hid an ear to ear grin behind her hand as her shoulders shook with repressed laughter.

"What—" Before the old timer could finish his sentence Sans tossed them both into the air and flipped open his pouch, winking smugly as they landed perfectly within its confines before being snapped shut.

McGregor was silent. Looked about to have an aneurism as he glanced to Frisk pale as a ghost. "D-did you see that?!"

"See what?" Elys asked, startling the man further and making him nearly fly out of his skin. Sans snorted as the guy peered at Elys dumbstruck.

"W-white hair—!?"

Frisk admittedly was enjoying herself but the last thing she wanted was a scene being caused. Elys didn't have the gift of invisibility like her father and uncle had, even in darkness the shade of her locks stood out like an ember. Placing hands on the back of both her daughter and husband's heads she led them away with a thank you called back over her shoulder.

Poor man was probably going to spend the rest of his days hooked on what had just transpired.

Sans on the other hand was smiling wide, happy to see Frisk was finally loosening up and more at ease at having found a face she recognized. She just needed a good distraction, well a talk more like but they could have that at home, no what she needed was not to focus on the negative right now. He directed his attention to Elys.

"having fun kiddo?" He asked as she accepted her apple and bit into it.

"Yep~"

That tone.

Sans and Frisk both stopped and looked at her.

"What did you do?" Frisk asked hesitantly.

There was a sudden shout, and all three turned to see one of the laundry houses had erupted with foam and soap pouring out of the doorway and windows. The three of them stared as an enraged hefty amazon looking woman came charging out drenched in the stuff and looking ready for battle, the soap coating her brows and chin in a mockery of facial hair nothing in lieu of the vengeance promised in her fisted hands and raised shoulders.

"...think it's time to go home." Sans muttered.

"Yep!" Frisk squeaked as she rushed the three of them towards the village exit with Elys' laughter filling the air.

The trip was cut short, but Frisk ended up thinking how taking her daughter out wasn't as bad as she'd thought it'd be. Maybe in time, she'd be able to handle going places entirely new with her family in tow.

She looked down at her currently tiny husband, one of his hands in Elys and the other in hers. His gaze flickered up in perfect sync and locked as his grin hitched in the corner. Her chest filled with warmth and his eyelights felt as if they encapsulated her heart in comfort and contentment, just like when she'd first met him.

Yes…

They could face anything and go anywhere, together.

#undertale au #faerytale #frans #sans x frisk #fransweek #fransweek2023

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Fransweek '23 - Day 3

Theme: Tears Rating: T Pairing: UF Sans/Frisk - Shayromi's Frans Family Inspired Word Count: 1,043

I love the Underfell AU, I had to use it somewhere lol Cross posted to Ao3 here. @fransweek

When Frisk first fell underground she'd been an easily impressed naive child, too smitten with the mysteries of the underground and instantly taken to idolizing its intimidating and vicious inhabitants.

The monsters weren't really cruel like they'd have liked her and every other human to believe, they were just…rough around the edges. She'd witnessed each one laugh and tease, playfully groan and cry—display every range on the emotional spectrum.

Except for a certain skeleton that is.

Sans did all of those things too, except cry. He never shed a tear. Not once. He didn't whine or sob when Frisk had nearly lost her soul setting them free, didn't get misty eyed when he'd poured his thoughts out as a lost soul, and when Frisk had expected it most with everyone cheering and crying around them once they reached the surface—his sockets were still dry, his grin still relaxed and expression unbothered as sunlight glinted off his golden tooth for the first time.

Being so young and the way she was Frisk didn't think anything of it at the time. Sans had come across collected, smooth and confident. She'd figured he just wasn't the type to get emotional.

But then as the years passed and her maturity developed and intelligence grew she started to notice.

Sans didn't cry when they'd been separated for a few years for her ambassadorial duties and reunited, the time on the surface hadn't seemed to soften him like it had his brother Papyrus who'd nearly strangled her in his arms excitedly while crying tears of his own to match hers.

Sans didn't cry when after dancing around it for six months he'd finally found the courage to ask her out and she'd accepted, only grinned softly as she was left joyfully weeping alone.

He didn't cry at their wedding though unfathomable adoration and love had been plain to see in his gaze, didn't wail at the birth of their first child but looked beyond joyous that no words could adequately describe it, and didn't so much as whimper after a political incident where Frisk's life had been at risk when he'd come in a raging bull only to fall to his knees in concern when she'd been carefully lowered onto the paramedic's stretcher.

He'd been just as calm, reactive, and blunt just as he'd always been but never broken—never so overwhelmed his body could only produce his emotions in a physical reaction like it did for literally everyone else. Frisk resigned herself to thinking that Sans was simply incapable of such a thing. That maybe something had happened in his past or that he just defied nature both magical and non alike.

And then it happened.

She walked in on him cutting an onion one day, to find Sans sobbing like a baby.

Her eyes shot wide as saucers as his crimson eyelights warbled around the rims and the frame of his teeth trembled, thick globs of gelatinous raw magic pouring from his sockets and nasal both in continuous rivets. Frisk's mouth fell open, and she was rendered speechless. Sensing her presence Sans wiped an arm across his face, only making the mess bigger by smearing the magic across his skull like badly glowing lipstick as he sniffled.

"what?! c-can't ya see 'm tryin' ta make dinner here!?" His voice struggled between its usual deep transatlantic bass and a high pitched squeaky tone that cracked.

Frisk's brows raised to her hairline but she didn't say anything as she moved to stand next to him and look down at the onion he was chopping.

"...chewing gum usually helps me when I do it."

Sans shot her a glare, more of a pout as the tears undermined it.

"tried that."

Frisk laughed.

Her husband threw down the onion and knife and tossed his hands up before turning to her. "okay what!? just cuz i'm—i'm not a whimp ya hear me!? they sting and it just happens—"

She held up a hand as she tried to compose herself. Sans reluctantly quieted down but didn't look pleased in the slightest as he crossed his arms. He only wound up looking cute with how the warbling in his eyes became more apparent the bigger they got in his frustration.

"I just," she paused to wipe a tear away. "I'm surprised is all. I really thought you couldn't cry! How ridiculous is that?!"

Sans stared at her as Frisk once more started laughing. She laughed so hard she bent over and had to use the counter to support herself. His sockets widened, and then he snorted as he began to join in. When they both finally dissolved into tiny giggles and sighs he shook his skull.

"'course i can. just cuz you don't see it doesn't mean i don't." Frisk tilted her head curiously.

He responded with a shrug. "i just wait until no one's around. shower, in my 'study' as you call it. places i know i won't get found without warning."

She had to know.

"When we got married?"

"oh i cried like a lunatic, after you went to bed that night." He scoffed.

Frisk crossed her arms and grinned. "When Elys—"

"in a broom closet at the hospital, down the hall from your room." Sans looked up at the ceiling, nostalgic. "also had a small panic attack while i was at it worrying i'd drop her holding her that first time."

Frisk didn't know what to say. There was a sudden blooming in her chest, warm affection and tenderness that left her incapable of anything else but staring at the monster she loved. The intent must've been felt, as Sans looked at her and started blushing an adorable cherry red.

"what!?"

She shook her head and turned to finish off the onion. "I love you."

Sans didn't say anything at first, his arms around her waist was more than enough. But then he pressed his teeth to her throat in a mock kiss and hummed, "i know, lucky ain't i?"

This skeleton.

"Darn right you are!"

They both turned to see Elys in the kitchen doorway holding her baby brother Arno. "And you're supposed to say 'I love you' back, dad."

"Busted~" Frisk teased as Sans grumbled petty nonsense into her shoulder.

#undertale au #underfell #frans #sans/frisk #frans family #fransweek #fransweek2023 #Ao3 #fanficiton #fluff #comedy

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voidbody-with-staticbones · 7 months

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What are the main cast of tundratale’s favorite thing about the surface?

Thank you for the ask!

Frisk/Pine is human. They live here.

Chara/Needle is a human spirit. They’re happy monsters get to live happily.

Flowey/Venus, as a flower, likes the sunlight the most.

He complains all the time about how it’s blinding, but that’s just Venus for you.

Toriel/Mama likes the fresh air. Most monsters appreciate the breeze, but being in the ruins is just that bit stuffier- so the clean oxygen is nice.

Sans/Everest loves the sky. Stars, clouds, and everything in-between and beyond. The ever-changing canvas that is the above could keep him captivated forever.

Papyrus/Paladin loves human food. Despite being a skeleton, and a lot of food falling right through him the first few times he ate it, he loves the variety if human cuisine. Not just pasta, either.

Undyne/Piranha loves the beach. Who woulda’ guessed? The salty water is different to the H20 in waterfall, and she’s discovered an ability to breathe under the blue. Plus it’s far more expansive, and she’s even taken up surfing.

Alphys/Raptys, also unsurprisingly, loves conventions. All the different kinds if anime, merch, and panels give her nerd brain a happiness overload.

Mettaton/Ton-Ton as we know, is already a star in the underground. But up here? His fame is even further reaching. He loves to travel, and has a talk show all about drama and music with his cousin Blooky.

Asgore/Papa adores the nature, naturally. All the different kinds of flowers and fruits- the moment he had the chance he bought nearly everything in the nearest gardening shop.

Gaster/Ding-Bat is just happy he can be with his family again.

#ask #undertale au #tundraverse #tundratale #sans #papyrus #flowey #toriel #asgore #undyne #alphys #mettaton #gaster #frisk #chara

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I feel like I'm never gonna figure this out...

So, a few years ago I had very strong undertale/deltarune(??) kinfeels. Narrowed it down to a human character, and ended up getting a memory. Like a really really vivid one. I know it's different from a daydream or anything because memories always feel Different from daydreams in a way I don't really know how to word and that I can't forcibly replicate or anything. Not sure if that makes sense, but I hope it does.

It was me, from my point of view, and I was in the throne room w/ Asgore in front of me. He was talking, but I'm not sure what he said. There a lot of golden flowers on the ground, and it looked really pretty in the 'sunlight'.

Feelings didn't go away, and based on the mem I assumed that made me Frisk? Given the details? I had went with that for a bit, only to determine that didn't feel Right. Had mild kinfeels related to Kris, but that went away after a bit? Unsure what that was about - assumed it may be related to this preexisting mess.

For characters to attribute this to, I've crossed out Frisk and Kris due to the above. This leaves me with Chara or six unnamed, unknown humans.

Some friends suggested maybe it's a fictionflicker???? I'm not sure - I still have that.... Connection feeling... Thing to that world that I can't quite explain.

I feel another part of what's making this so complicated is that I feel as if I'm not allowed to kin from Undertale or Deltarune. I have no idea why I feel that way, but I do and I wonder if it's giving me some sort of mental roadblock.

Also doesn't help that if I think about this for too long, I start wondering and worrying if somehow I'm "forcing it" or "faking it".

I still haven't figured it out. I don't know if I ever will.

It's very, very... Annoying.

-- Signed, someone who may or may not be from Undertale ❤️

(Apologies for the length of this ask, mod party cat. I just needed to... get this out of my system, I guess)

🐸

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #undertalekin #kinsidering #mod party cat

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never-forget-official · 1 year

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fic masterpost (in chronological order)

since i figured the one in the actual description of the series was getting too long and just. yeah jhdgsjhsghj i decided to move the chronological order, thingy, over to here!! also with links so you can better access each individual fic!!! (don't necessarily have to read the series like this btw, this is just to explain the timeline!)

Buttercup

I Can't Decide

i knew you once

Gifted Advice

Wouldn't Mind

Without Having To Try

Once Upon a Memory

To Make It Up To You

I'll Be Summer Sun For You Forever

You Can Count On Me

happier

I Just Won't Let Go

'Til Our Timing Gets Better

At Least You'll Know

I Think He Knows

i'm scared to know i'm always on your mind

Just Know I'm Right Here (Hoping)

Love of My Life *timeline is literally all over the place for this one but it's from Reader's perspective and kind of, contains a bit of spoilers for other oneshots

'tis the damn season

Home

the sound of the rain

everytime

You Won't Remember

until the stars all fall down

So Anyway

goodbye, goodbye

won't even let the sunlight in

don't want to say bye *somewhere between goodbye, goodbye and the main story really

For The Life of Us We Can't Get Back

in another life *not at all canon, lol, just a short idea i had

a world we call our own *not a part of the specific timeline actually, just a noncanon blurb probably sometime before the main story

right where you left me *again, kind of a thing that just. doesn't have a specific place in the timeline but takes place shortly before the main story and after Reader left

silence *pretty shortly before Frisk confronting Sans in chapter 2 of UTDC

Until That Day Comes (main fic WOO!!! it's hecka long ghjsdgdsjhgjj)

creep *before Sans's appearance in chapter 24

if i see you again *somewhere between chaps 39-43 of UTDC

[as long as i can feel you holding on,] i won't fall. *timeline is, very wonky here sdhfgdsj but it spans from Sans and Papyrus's childhood all the way up until the current chapter of UTDC, for the most part

The Doorway *UHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANYWAY-- (might contain spoilers for like, everything depending on how you view it so read at your own risk hhjfgjhdfbdndsvnbbn)

alternatively of course you can always just read them in the order i wrote them in or whatever order you choose!!

#feel like this just makes it easier on myself too lmbo #fic post (literally this time)#also let me know if any of the links aren't right LMBO #i tried double-checking each one but there is a high probability i still fecked up djhjkdshkj #Never Forget series

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goat-and-coat · 3 months

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UT Yellow Spoilers Ahead.

So. Here’s some buffer text so this shouldn’t show up in your notifications. The spoilery parts. The spoiliest. Consider this your spoiler warning.

Yeah, this is probably long enough. I’m just gonna shotgun this lol.

We’re going to start with the good.

So the good!

Yeah. There’s a LOT. Way too much to mention, so here’s some highlights.

Toriel showing up is obviously a necessity. But it was such a cool little moment to have the rescue ending (:

Nice callback to UT’s little “wait for something to happen” moments that happen in the Core and Ruins.

The music, of course, is amazing. Whether it’s the original music or the remix (I dig that Hopes and Memes remix), they did a phenomenal job.

On the front of artistic expression, the art. Sprites are amazing. The flashback art is amazing. The videos are super cool. The animations are really good.

Gameplay is pretty in line with Undertale. You’ll find yourself holding X a lot more to slow yourself down than you did in UT.

I like how the game makes callouts to beloved characters we don’t see directly, like Alphys and Undyne. It was nice to see more of the same side characters, too. The expansion on monsters is good- like Dalv. And we finally see farms.

I love Clover, Martlet, and the Feisty Five. Cerboro… well, we’ll talk about her later. Their dialogue is always great. I don’t think there was even a single bad line.

The hugs at the end! And the hand holding! And how much everyone just loves Clover aaaaah

Also Flowey (:

Good cowboy representation!!!

Snowdin expansion (:

More of the Ruins we never got to see (:

We got to see the city up close wooo!!

The map is just good. My favorite part was the Dunes. I liked seeing the UG Apartment Complex. The Royal statue specifically. Nice smaller detail that I’m glad didn’t go forgotten.

Also! UT Yellow successfully retains the writing and goofiness of UT. While the drama doesn’t hit AS hard, it’s still definitely a tearjerker! It really makes you see the six kids as more than just a number. Helps to put gravity and weight on that.

But most importantly, the creators very clearly have such love and respect for UT. It shows in their creation. A lot of hard work and effort went into it. UT Yellow is what all fan games should look to do in my opinion. I want you to keep this in mind for what I’m going to say about the dislikes.

Here’s what I didn’t like:

Do you wish every fight was as bad as Sans? Do you hate everyone and yourself? Do you wish to inflict pain on your mental well-being? Do you straight up suck at dodging, but love seeing game over screens?

Congratulations. This game is for you. It’s a mix bag for me. Extra challenge is good, but this was extreme.

The boss fights don’t hold back. So this could easily be in the “good” category if you’re a masch… maschochist? Masc… enjoy pain. I can’t spell it, okay??? And I ain’t gonna Google it.

Axis took me close to two and a half hours to beat (in comparison, the dance boss took only about an hour and a half).

That’s my only real complaint about the pacifist run as far as combat goes. No way monsters would’ve been locked away without a single soul during the war if they were this strong.

I will say the world makes the Underground seem TOO big, which contradicts the whole “the underground is too small” narrative Undertale pushed. I think Yellow mentions it once or twice, too? HOWEVER!! I am totally and completely willing to ignore this because cowboy hehe (:

Plus, it explains some food source. Little curious how they’re growing crops underground, but I’ll just go with “it’s magic so it doesn’t need sunlight” as my excuse.

Flowey. I know I said I liked him, too. So here’s what’s going on.

This is gonna be weird to people because Asriel and Frisk are my favorite UT characters. And I don’t even dislike Flowey in Yellow! He’s super funny.

But he should not be there.

His presence opens up a whole can of worms.

1- He can save and load while Clover can’t (he is Clover’s save point). This isn’t an issue in itself, but it is an issue at the same time because Flowey’s goal to take human souls would be ten billion times easier if he just bodied Clover at the very first opportunity like he tried to do with Frisk. This is a kid who throws a temper tantrum after about five seconds of you not dying to his bullets. I don’t think he would have the patience to play the long con.

2- Flowey doesn’t seem to have met a human other than Chara and Frisk… and the ones who killed him, I guess. The True Lab implies that before him, LemonBread had the SAVE/LOAD ability for a short time.

3- Flowey’s presence also stuffs the timeline in a box. We’re to assume Flowey in UT woke up relatively recently, because he’s been screwing with timelines. But Toriel tells us a human hasn’t been underground in “a long time” in both games. I can picture this being 7-10 years minimum.

Are we really going to believe Alphys had people locked in her basement for ten years? Because I couldn’t see that lasting more than 3 months tbh. 6 months would be a MASSIVE stretch before people stormed the gates. I feel like Alphys’s mention should’ve been left at “the new Royal scientist made a robot.”

Leave out the subplot of Cerbora’s blatant disregard for child safety. You wouldn’t even need to do away with the (frankly busted) fight she had (I did most of it with the silver scarf btw).

My final thing that is a total complaint is the genocide ending. Clover gains the LOAD/SAVE, one shots Asgore, murks Flowey, and frees the souls. But they’d still be trapped down there lol.

I feel like Asgore should’ve just skewered Clover and that should’ve been the genocide ending. Flowey being left out would’ve nullified my dislike of him dying (for realsies).

Though I will say, the art made exclusively for it is disturbing as heck and belongs in a horror game. So they definitely did a great job on that part of it.

Speaking of Asgore… he seems really out of character to just fire someone like he does. I can disregard this as him wanting kids to NOT die. Axis is very clearly a way bigger threat than MTT could ever dream to be.

So really, my complaints boil down to:

1- Game too hard ):

2- Biiiig place but cool so it’s worth it (but how the heck is there a desert down here? Who cares!? Worth it!)

3- Genocide ending sad and dumb and I hate it because sad and weird):

4- Flowey’s presence

5- Timeline confuzzlement.

The first is a skill issue (even if I know I haven’t had nearly as many issues as some other people).

The second is really just a mix bag. It makes sense in most places (Snowdin, Hotland, New Home, Home/the Ruins) but less so in other places (the Dunes, aka my favorite spot in Yellow. Damn, I’m willing to compromise just to keep this tho.)

The third is just personal preference I guess… I don’t like how it’s contradictory to UT. As a stand-alone thing, it’s perfectly fine. Just too depressing for me.

The fourth… well… okay, this is the only complaint I don’t see myself budging on.

The fifth just needs some minor corrections.

How is Yellow overall?

If Undertale is a 9, which frankly it is, I’d give UT Yellow a solid 8.75. It should be impossible to make a fan game that’s almost as good as the content it was based on, but the absolute madlads did it. They really did it.

Jury’s still out on DeltaRune, but I rate it around an 8.25 so far.

For context, out of all of my favorite games, I’ve never once thought of a game as a ten. Not even the fantastic Fallout: New Vegas or the reliable (Halo) Reach.

#undertale yellow spoilers #ut yellow spoilers

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