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toshiscool · 2 years
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Horrortale!
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cybertronian-menace · 6 months
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Vaccines don't cause autism. Papyrus Undertale breaks into your house and stares at your baby like this
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Until they're autistic. Sometimes Undyne comes with him and this makes your baby gay. If Mettaton is with him. Baby will trans gender.
If Sans shows up all hope is lost the baby is ruined and it's first words will be "get dunked on". Throw the baby away. Start over. New baby.
Y'all keep misunderstanding my vision so here's the run down. Warning: I'm doing just about every character in the gane
Papyrus = autism
Undyne = gay. All sexualities included in this
Mettaton = trans. All gender identities included in this
Sans = ruined baby. Start over
Frisk makes the baby determined
Toriel takes over. Her baby now
Asgore makes the baby terminally divorced
Alphys makes the baby a weeb
Flowey makes the baby a video game completionist
Napstablook gives the baby depression
Burgerpants makes the baby a loser
Temmie gives the baby Adhd also a college scholarship
Bratty tries to eat the baby. And catty like. Totally saves the baby!!! Omg Bratty!!!
Mad Dummy gives the baby anger issues
Asriel becomes a big brother to the baby
Monster Kid makes the baby an Undyne and Papyrus stan
Snowdrake makes the baby the worlds worst comedian
Greater dog plays cards with the baby and loses
Lesser dog is overwhelmed with affection from the baby
Dogressa and Dogamy cancel out Asgore's terminal divorce. Only a 5% of them showing though.
Doggo gives the baby a nicotine addiction
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Grillby wants the baby to pay its tab already
Heats Flamesman makes the baby Really Good at remebering names
Chara makes the baby terminally misunderstood
Jerry makes the baby the absolute worst. Another ruined baby.
Froggit makes the baby not know why it's here
Vegetoid teacges the baby the importance of a balanced diet
Whimsalot makes the baby a battle hardened knight akin to Joan of Arc
Loox gives the baby a Complex
Woshua cleans your baby. Why is your baby so filthy
Aaron makes the baby a gym rat
Shyren gives the baby Vocal Talent
Knight Knight makes the baby sleepy
Madjick makes the baby a wizard
Astigmatism gives the baby an even bigger complex
Whimsum makes the baby anxious
Icecap wants your baby to stop looking at its hat
The baby puts a decoration on Gyftrots horns much to his dismay
Annoying Dog runs away with the baby and leaves a strange dog residue in the crib
The Nicecream guy makes your baby want to open a business in the worst locations
The Royal Guards make your baby a Dude Bro in the best way
Tsundere plane totally doesn't think your baby is cute or make it a tsundere or anything
Vulcan makes your baby the ultimate hypeman
Pyrope makes your baby turn up the heat
Muffet makes your baby broke. Also it owes her 9999G
Moldsmal makes the baby understand the world
Gerson makes the baby Old
Migosp makes your baby friends with the wrong crowd
Final Froggit makes the baby know exactly why it's here
Moldsbygg makes your baby respect boundaries
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charityd08 · 10 months
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Expressing Opinions and Ideas 1/3
So me and my friend were talking Undertale and Bungou Stray Dogs and whatever things we like and I'm like okay but Kyouka as Frisk and then we come up with a au so here's few characters roles
Kyouka as Frisk mainly because they share the same energy
Nikolai is Toriel I know they aren't alike at all we decided this because of what role we made Q and Fyodor
Q as Flowey/Asriel You might be starting to see where this is going what they literally look like a Fyodor and Nikolai lovechild and also the fact that Q doll the way it laughs also sounds like Flowey too
Sans is Dazai they have some similarities they both are very serious characters but are very good at masking it and they both don't work when they are supposed to be and both Sans & Dazai also both are Tumblr Sexyman kind of I say kind of because I don't know if Dazai Counts as a Tumblr Sexyman
Kunikida is Papyrus because they both have to deal with someone that slack off and don't do their work when they tell them to
Poe as Napstablook do I really need to explain
Sigma as Grillby because the thought of a bar tender Sigma having to deal with Dazai is everything to me
Hunting dogs as the Royal guard Teruko would probably be Greater Dog or Lesser Dog same with Tachihara cuz I love their dynamic and Jouno and Tecchou as Dogamy and Dogressa but they bicker LMAO
I think that's all the Snowdin one's like I said in the last post saying my opinions feel free to disagree
and we did make concept art for them but we are artists that are not confident and don't show people ever even tho I think my friend is much better at art they are just in denial
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keelywolfe · 11 months
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FIC: Safety in Numbers 1/1 (Spicyhoney)
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Summary: “come on, keep moving.” Panted close to his skull, the gust of breath briefly hot in the chill Snowdin air. Edge tried to obey, limping along, leaning too hard against the taller, gangly body next to his own. He tried, but he could hear the laughter too close behind them, getting closer. All too soon, it would be upon them.
Tags: Pre-Spicyhoney, Injury, Blood and Violence
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“come on, keep moving.” Panted close to his skull, the gust of breath briefly hot in the chill Snowdin air. Edge tried to obey, limping along, leaning too hard against the taller, gangly body next to his own. He tried, but he could hear the laughter too close behind them, getting closer. All too soon, it would be upon them.
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It started like any other movie night, except this one was in Edge’s world, foolishly so. Underfell was not as safe as the alternate worlds, but to not take his turn at entertaining galled Edge, struck at his pride. He was perfectly capable of offering food and movies when it was his turn and if it took days of desperate scrounging to do so, torture could not have dragged it from him.
By the end, his bartering, begging, and occasionally, blackmail netted him not only a modest number of snacks, proudly laid out in bowls or set carefully atop their packaging but also a DVD that none of the others had seen. New movies were a high prize indeed, even if it would have to be sold hastily before the interest on his debts rose past their ability to repay them.
Red never said a word about the debts Edge took on for a single night, not to protest or mock. Either he understood how much Edge needed it, in ways that Edge couldn’t articulate himself, or he wasn’t up to arguing about it. Either way, he only took his own allotment of popcorn and settled on the sofa, preparing to watch John Wick.
Before the credits were even finished, a phone chimed. That in itself was a bad sign; there was an unspoken agreement between them all that no phones were allowed to interrupt the movie. Worse was after a flurry of pocket checks through their ranks, it was his own brother who frowned at the phone screen.
“bro, dogressa’s sayin’ doggo didn’t run his trapline. said he was feelin’,” Red hooked his fingers into exaggerated quotes, “‘under the weather’.”
Edge bit back an insult, grinding his teeth in frustration. ‘Under the weather’ was usually unintentional code for ‘too stoned to walk’. But the trapline needed to be checked before dark; outcasts lived in the woods, Monsters who were lost to their LV and they were constantly testing their limits. The possibility that they could break through overnight was entirely too dangerous to let their vigilance drop even once.
In theory, his brother could do it, but even with his shortcuts it would take him much longer to walk the entire sector. Better that Edge check it, faster, and truthfully, he trusted his own assessment of the traps more than his brother’s which tended towards ‘good enough’.
The others were watching and waiting, Papyrus, Blue, and Sans crowded in on the sofa together with their popcorn in their laps (and that had taken some serious trading to get, popcorn was a luxury item not often seen and the fierce bartering for it would not soon be forgotten). There was no sign of impatience on their faces, they’d likely be content to wait the hour or so it would take to run the line without a single complaint, and he couldn’t ask it of them. “Start the movie, I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“hey, i’ll come along, edgelord.”
Edge whirled around to see Stretch slouching against the wall on the other side of the living room, swallowed up in his oversized orange hoodie. The stick of a lollypop was poking out of the corner of his mouth, the candy clattering against his teeth as he rolled it to the other side. Stretch wasn’t the very last person Edge would want with him on patrol, but second-to-last was hardly an accomplishment.
“I’d like to get it finished sometime tonight,” Edge snapped. “Not spend the evening waiting for you to catch up!”
Stretch only rolled his shoulders in a lazy shrug, unperturbed. “yeah, that’d be why i’m coming along. we head out and once you’re finished, couple of shortcuts and we’ll be back home ‘stead of having to walk.”
That made him hesitate. It was tempting. Stretch was hardly his favorite person, but surely it would be worth suffering him for a short time to cut his journey in half. They could be finished and back before the canapes gently warming in the oven were finished, and Edge would actually be able to enjoy the movie he’d spent so long tracking down. So very tempting and in the end, Edge allowed him to come and if his agreement was more grudging than gracious, Stretch offered no complaint.
No complaints at all, not even when things turned south and if Edge possessed even a fraction of foresight, he wouldn’t have let Stretch take even a step out the front door, not even long enough to light the cigarette that came out the moment they were out of the house.
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Of all the outcasts out in the woods, the most dangerous of them were the ones whose sanity wasn’t yet overtaken by their LV. Brutally violent and without mercy, yet still possessing enough sense to plot, to tear apart his traps forcing Edge to become ever more creative to keep them out of Snowdin proper.
Intelligence balanced by insanity and in this case, still able to learn. Planting a well-hidden trap in front of a more obvious one was one of Edge’s best tricks, one that he’d used many times, never suspecting that the outcasts could figure it out and plant one of their own. Set right in front of his own trap and when he’d approached it to check it, Edge stepped right into it. Years of studying and all it took was a fool at his heels smoking to addle him, along with his own petty distractions, his mind on popcorn instead of threats.
Worse was Stretch noticing what he missed, his head jerking up, cigarette falling to the ground as he called, “hey, wait, look out!”
Too late and the best Edge could do was hold back his scream as the teeth of the trap snapped around his leg. Excruciating pain, worse than any Edge endured during his brother’s training sessions, graying out his vision as he fell into the snowdrift.
“don’t move, don’t move!” Stretch was suddenly in front of him and Edge wondered dazedly if he’d teleported or if his current gauge of time was unreliable.
“Don’t,” Edge managed to grit out. “Get out of here, they’ll be coming.”
Stretch ignored him, prying at the trap and despite the renewed surge of pain, Edge was distantly impressed he’d managed to open it without using blue magic. He cast it aside with a muted clang, the teeth were stained crimson with marrow. Edge did not look at it long, didn’t look to see what the damage was to his leg. It didn’t matter, not if it was merely broken or the leg was actually gone, nothing mattered except that he couldn’t run and a shortcut was not feasible. Going through the void with an injury like this was a quick invitation for death. Though perhaps an easier one than what was coming.
“You need to get out of here,” Edge tried again. Already he could hear sounds in the woods, the outcasts coming to inspect the noise.
“yeah, we both do.” Stretch fumbled a bandana out of his pocket, reaching down, and another surge of pain made blackness swim in Edge’s vision.
“No,” Edge shook his head, trying to clear it. “They’re coming.”
To his credit, Stretch didn’t bother asking who. Less encouraging was the way he didn’t do as he was told, instead slinging Edge’s arm over his shoulder, dragging him to his feet. He stifled another scream as bright pain jagged up from his injured leg. He supposed he should be grateful, his leg had to still be there, it was impossible to think so much pain could come simply from amputation.
“we need to go,” Stretch took a step, trying to pull Edge with him. “edgelord, right now.”
“Can’t.” Those sounds were getting closer and it was tempting to ask for Stretch to shortcut, to end it quickly rather than what he knew was coming. Except that would leave him coming from the void covered in Edge’s dust. Unacceptable, this was Edge’s fault and he would have to suffer for it. “Leave me here.”
“you think i’m going back to your house without you?” Stretch’s laugh was ragged. “nah, might as well die out here than let your bro kill me.” He wouldn’t, Edge couldn’t say, not entirely certain himself who Red might blame. There was something tighter in Stretch’s voice as he added, “i’m not fucking leaving you. now come on. it’s not that bad, you can walk on it.”
“Can’t,” Edge repeated dully and when Stretch dragged him forward a step, a cry hissed out between his clenched teeth.
“yes, you fucking can,” Stretch snarled. A voice Edge never heard from him, in that moment he sounded more like Red than himself, the tone stiffening Edge’s spine, “you measly little coward! you aren’t getting us killed, not tonight! if you can keep upright, you can move! lean on me and let’s go!”
Edge couldn’t say whether it was the insult or the fact that got him moving. Either he moved or they’d both pay the price for his arrogant carelessness and he couldn’t…he couldn’t allow that. He’d seen what outcasts did to their prey and thinking of it happening to Stretch…the pain that blossomed in his chest was unlike the one in his leg, an emotion Edge did not have words to express. He managed a single step, an awkward hop as he leaned on Stretch. The second was better, easier, his injured leg dragging between them. Edge ignored the pain, the flecks of red dotting the snow as they made their difficult way back, following their own footsteps in the drifts.
“That’s it,” Stretch panted, “keep walking, you bastard, keep moving!”
He dragged Edge along, bumping and bouncing over the hardpacked snow and stumbling through the softer drifts. The pain was gone, fading into trickles then lost in numbness as the cold overtook it. They could barely see the lights of the town on the horizon.
“almost there.” Stretch’s voice was weak, already tiring, and Edge could hear the lie.
“We’re going to die,” Edge mumbled. Dying, whether they were caught by the outcasts or frozen to death in the cold. Not only him but Stretch as well and Edge was distantly upset by that. His own death was something he’d been anticipating since he was a child living on the streets of New Home. Being unable to protect Stretch galled, the knowledge that Blue might never know what became of his brother because of Edge’s weakness.
“nah, we just gotta hang in there.”
“We’ll never get to town before they catch us.”
The crunch of their footsteps in the snow halted as they came to an abrupt stop. Edge forced his sockets open, confused. Stretch was standing in the middle of the path, staring into the dark nothingness in front of them. His expression was tight and he closed his sockets briefly, wincingly tight. “you’re right. we won’t.” He breathed out hard through his nasal cavity in twin streams of fogged air. “okay, come on over here.”
He detoured from the path into the knee-deep snow, slogging through the drifts to the treeline where he lowered Edge to the ground. The cold leached past his trousers instantly and Edge hissed through his teeth as it almost cleared the heavy cloud surrounding his senses.
“stay here for a minute,” Stretch said firmly.
“Wha--?” Words were slurry and slow on his thickened tongue. “where goin’?”
Was he going to shortcut away after all? If his plan was to leave Edge so he could go to town for help, he would be very disappointed when he came back to a scattering of dust. But perhaps that would be for the best, better that only one of them perish than both.
Instead of vanishing between one blink and the next, Stretch jerked his skull in the opposite direction of town. “gonna have a chat with these guys, see if we can come up with a compromise.”
By the time the words actually registered, Edge was already battling to sit up in alarm, struggling to stutter out a protest. They’d kill him, Stretch was too soft, his soul was too pure, someone from the gentle world of Underswap couldn’t possibly understand there was no reasoning with those driven insane by their LV. The only compromise was a merciful death at the risk of raising your own LV, increasing your chances of becoming one of them. Edge tried to say that, the words clotting on his tongue the way the marrow leaking from his leg refused to do.
“shhh, keep quiet, yeah?” Stretch hissed, “our footsteps in the snow are bad enough, don’t need to advertise with a calling card! now stay here.”
Stretch turned and walked back into the forest, the orange of his sweatshirt the last thing to fade from sight. Edge tried to stand, to follow him and only managed to slump over to his side. He couldn’t even lift himself back out of the snow, useless, so useless, his sockets drifting closed. His last real thought was dark amusement that at least if he dusted right here, he wouldn’t have to explain to Blue what became of his brother.
Edge didn’t know what happened next. He didn’t know how long he lay there, drifting in the shadows of consciousness, wondering distantly if he’d dust before they found him.
“come on, upsy daisy.”
Cold hands roused him, pulling him free from the snow. That wasn’t possible. Stretch was dead, dead and dusted, he must be, he couldn’t have survived.
Except it was. Stretch brushed the cold, clinging dampness from the side of Edge’s skull as he pulled him to his feet. It was only the sudden resurgence of pain that assured him this wasn’t a fantasy borne of the last desperate dregs of his magic before he froze to death or bled out. Thickly, Edge asked, “How?”
“what was that?” Stretch was breathing heavily as he pulled Edge back to the path. “gotta speak up, edgelord.”
“wh’ appened?”
“eh, just had a chat with ‘em.” Stretch said breezily. “i can be a pretty persuasive guy if i try.”
“I know, I am often persuaded to punch you in the face,” Edge mumbled, distantly proud of the insult.
It earned him a bark of laughter, too loud, too close to his skull. “heh. really, edgelord? we haven’t even started cooking tonight and you’re already roasting me.”
Edge didn’t have enough sense to allow for indignance at the pun. Pain was an excellent way to bring clarity and Edge breathed through it, limping along with Stretch’s insistence. He noticed suddenly that the air smelled strange; the cold crispness was usually scented only with pine needles. Here was a hint of ozone, of something else. Something dark and ugly and scorched.
Unnerved, Edge managed to dredge up enough energy for a check. *Papyrus 1 atk 1 def Their sins are crawling up their back. No LV, no dust on his hands or scattered over his shoes. Outcasts never gave up, so how…?
“hey, that tickles,” Stretch complained mildly. He urged Edge to keep walking. “c’mon, let’s get you back so my bro can sic his tender mercies on ya. feels like getting healed with a baseball bat, but, eh, it works.”
There was a sound coming from the woods, reminiscent of a sob, low and eerie. Almost, Edge turned to look, ready to squint through the darkness and see what could be lurking out there in the woods, softly weeping amongst the trees and falling snow.
A tug in the opposite direction distracted him. “seriously, it’s cold, let’s go.”
Edge followed the insistent pull, concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other. He found himself listening to Stretch amicably rambling on instead of the sounds of the forest, and where once it would have been an irritation, now he was oddly comforted by his presence.
“healing first,” Stretch went on, “then it’s movie time. wasn’t sure about the flick before, but i gotta tell you, kinda feeling john wick right now. i’ve heard what it’s about and dogs are definitely on my shit list right now.”
Dogs, yes, Doggo would be getting his share of Edge’s wrath. But that would be for tomorrow. Today, he let Stretch’s voice distract him, the lean warmth of his body pressed against Edge keeping the chill at bay and despite his injury, despite everything, for once, Edge felt safe enough.
-finis-
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ratsoh-writes · 9 days
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Are there any popular/common names that ALWAYS show up across AU's? (Either for monsters or pets) (Like how everybody knows someone who named their dog Max)
Well the font names for skeleton monsters is universal, so is the name Asgore and toriel for goat and vixen monsters. It’s like being a human called Sam or Mike. Just a really common name lol.
For river monsters, names that mean water are super common. And the word dog is a common surname for dog monsters, and they have a trend where you say the surname first so you get names like dogamy or dogressa.
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trustandblasters · 2 years
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Where I’ve Been and the Future of the Comic
I will begin this by saying that I am really sorry to have gone this long without an update. It wasn’t my intention and I know I should have made this a lot sooner. 
Quite frankly, things have been so hectic in my life that I got out of rhythm when working on personal projects, such as this comic. I hit some heavily severe depressive episodes and I’m sure I hurt a lot of people around me with some of my outbursts because of it. This isn’t an excuse, just an explination, and is something I have to answer for and work to fix on my own.
Now that I am finding time for personal projects and personal things (I started playing FF14 for instance, im willing to share my username if anyone plays on Primal and wants to play. I started actively writing my original stories and doing original art more. I started posting one of those original stories online as well) I had to re-evaluate some prior projects and what I would drop, keep, and re-imagine.
Now, onto the comic. 
Sad to say it, but I will be dropping it. I will keep this blog up as an archive and maybe one day I might come back to it to finish, but as of this moment I don’t have any drive to actually complete the comic as is. I still have my notes, so I will go over the changes I intended to make, which is mostly centered around the characters Elci and Nora Geep. 
(Funfact, Nora Geep is seeing new life in one of the original stories Im posting online)
Elci
The thought behind Elci was mostly that she would be used to show Sans and Papyrus that there was a chance at a better life with someone who cared for them. She would have eventually come into contact with Sans and Papyrus which would reveal two things about her to the audience: She had met them before, and she was a prototype Shapeshifter that was to be ‘discareded’ by Gaster and Dr. Felix.  Sans would not have a clear memory of this, Papyrus no memory, but Sans would have a faint recollection of her abused shapeshifted form in Gaster’s lab and being wheeled away by Dr. Felix to be ‘disposed of’ (dusted, but she managed to crawl away and survive instead of freezing in the snow, which is when she would have been found and taken to the doctor by the Dog Pack). Elci would have recognized Sans and Papyrus immediately and had a meltdown, which would keep her from revealing this until Sans and Papyrus were taken. She would have been able to tell Grillby and the authorities the door codes and secret lab location as she would still remember what/where they were.
At the end it would also reveal Dr. Felix was her father, and that her mother had dusted prior to the start of the comic. He offered his daughter as an experiment subject due to his own grief on losing his wife and because Gaster needed monster subject and Elci was a rare Chimera-Type (made of 3 or more types of monster: Deer, Abstract, and Reptile). You can see some of these hinted at in Bio’s and also some of the character’s reactions in comic (Elci could sense Sans and Papyrus when she was at Grillby’s, Dogressa is aware she is a Shifter and was nervous when Grillby brought them up, Felix can be seen in the flashback where Dogamy had ripped out his eye, ect).
The last shot I had planned of her would have been her running around with Sans and Papyrus in their shifted forms, finally free of Gaster and Felix’s looming presence in her life. 
Nora Geep
Nora is an interesting character in that her influence wasn’t really needed all that much, but made it a bit more believable in terms of some of the background aspects. So her story in the comic was rather limited, but where she had influence was meant to have the most impact. 
If you haven’t picked up on the foreshadowing: She is Grillby’s estranged wife. The two had married Pre-War and only seperated some time after being sealed in the Underground. Despite this, they actually aren’t divorced yet and Nora still wears her wedding ring and wedding band (The gold ring and golden scarf she wears in her hair). She took over the role of Archivist from what would have later been revealed to be Seam from Deltarune. 
The reason for their split was because of her burn: it would have been revealed that Grillby had accidentally burned her during a PTSD episode and he basically chased her out to protect her. She was against it, but relented more to Asgore and Toriel’s urging since she could barely walk after first recieving the injury. Grillby would have narrated that he opened his restaurant sometime after and that he had some regrets about it, since she had always wanted to open a place where people could relax, enjoy good food, and maybe read a good book or two. (Funfact: In a Deltarune short I was planning for after this she would have opened a book cafe with Grillby in the town)
The reason for her strained relationship with Gaster is because she gave him the logs, books, and research on Shifters that led to Elci’s abuse and Sans and Papyrus’s creation. She was unaware of Sans and Papyrus, but did learn of Elci after she escaped and was horrified that letting him into the archive let this happen. Since she blames herself, she shut herself off completely from Gaster and anything to do with the Research Labs, even when Asgore would ask that she share. This would have come to a head right before Gaster made an attempt to reclaim Sans and Papyrus, as Nora would have found out about them and would have begun making moves to help. Gaster would have taken some of the other cast offs with him and gravely injured Nora, resulting in a lowered security in Snowdin as they would have been looking for Nora’s attacker. (They would not initially known who it was as she was unconcious when found by Berdley and Noelle). She would not have made a fully recovery by the end of the comic, but would have shown up with Berdley and Susie in tow to help Asgore and Gnash against Gaster and the other Skele-dogs. 
The final scene I had planning with her was Grillby and her having a heart to heart in Grillby’s about their past and the present. I would have left it open ended on if they got back together or not, but the following seen would have been Asgore welcoming Seam back as the Senior Archivist and Berdley as a newly assigned Junior Archivist to replace him once his training was done. 
Noelle would have been revealed to taken over as Royal Scientist and a hint that Alphys would become her apprentice in the future. 
Some other things I would have revealed were what happened to the other Skele-dogs afterword (I mentioned it in a post before) but shots of them being found by various characters and taken in, such as the recurring Green One being taken in by Asgore temporarily. There would have been a shot of Flowey at one point as well. 
I will answer any lingering questions if anyone has them, I will keep this blog open and will ocntinue to answer questions as they come in. Feel free to reach out. 
Sorry, I should have made this post a lot sooner ^-^;;
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sariels-world-ella · 2 years
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All the ut ships you like?
My absolute favs are:
Sans x Toriel
Alphys x Undyne
Asgore x Rudy
Ships I like/enjoy but I don't ship it that hard
Frisk X Monster Kid
Gaster x Riverperson
Napstablook x Shyren
RG1 and RG2
Dogamy and Dogressa
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ao3feed-undertale1 · 5 months
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The First World
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51844930 by Mysterie In the underground monsters find that resources are slim and every once in a while each area has a number of citizens who are entered into a lottery and those who are chosen must fight to the death in order to ensure their survival. Even more interestingly is that in the past five years since these deadly games began, two humans have fallen into the underground and, as per law, have been drawn into the games... who will survive? Words: 959, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Hungerverse Fandoms: Undertale, Hunger Games - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Sans, Papyrus, Toriel, Asgore, Alphys, Undyne, Dogamy, Dogressa, Mettaton, Muffet, Burgerpants, Nicecream guy, Monster Kid, Scarf Mouse, Flowey, Temmie, Frisk, Gaster, Amalgamates - Character, Mad Dummy, Napstablook, Chara (Undertale) Relationships: Sans & Papyrus, Sans & Toriel, Alphys / Undyne, Dogamy / Dogressa, Mettaton & Muffet, Burgerpants & Nicecream Guy, Monster Kid & Scarf Mouse, Flowey & Temmie, Frisk & Chara, Gaster & Amalgamate, Amalgamate 2 & Amalgamate 3, Mad Dummy & Napstablook, Asgore / Toriel Additional Tags: Districts, Survival, Alliances, dusting read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51844930
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fandom-human · 6 months
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I kill dogressa first right?
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officermaddie23 · 1 year
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What are your family headcanons on the mutant frisk au if you don't mind sharing?
Here they are
Undyne is the mother
Blaster is the big brother
Sans would most likely be the dunkle
Papyrus would be a cousin
Asgore as the grandad
Norbert Salvador as the great uncle
Guard Claws as a big brother
Alphys as the secondary parent
Muffet as the aunt who bakes sweets
Lesser dog as a cousin
Greater dog as a cousin
Doggo as a big brother
Dogamey and Dogressa as an aunt and uncle
RG01 as the sibling who will most likely be the bad influence for frisk
Pretty much the monsters are gonna look out for little frisk
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I finally got a chance to post my contribution to the New Home Undertale fanzine. This project was a ton of fun, I’m so happy I got to be a part of it.
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sketchingcookie · 6 years
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Made this shirt to show team pride over at the UT Amino! We are currently having a region team battle and I have chosen Team Snowdin as my choice!
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ask-thedoge · 6 years
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I finally finished this ❤️ @ask-doggo-things @ask-dogi
DO NOT REPOST
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It’s so late, but here’s days 21-25
Day 21: Friskriel
Day 22: Dog marriage
Day 23: Charisk
Day 24: Royal Guards
Day 25: Soriel
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kirango-rouge · 6 years
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INTERACTION: AIDEN'S STRENGHT Since Mettaton is finally gone (o maybe just have been removed by Alphys), seems Aiden need some cuddles from his canine friends~
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