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autisticundertale · 2 years

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Howdy!

Hello! If you like our Undertale content, please check out our fancomic over on @dhundertale!

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We appreciate it!

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Hello! We are an adaptive multigenic (protogenic, supragenic, lonegenic, neurogenic, stressgenic, traumagenic, soulbond system, innate system) with a queergenic, o-genic, kin/soulbond sidesystem.

If you don't understand what that means, please check out the pluralpedia!

Please DNI (don't interact) if you (are)..

Basic DNI materiel (queerphobic, ableist, racist, you get the point.)

You ship Frisk, Chara, MK, Flowey, and/or Asriel with any adult monsters (this includes the skelebros.) Also, if you ship any pedophilic relationships in other fandoms.

You ship any incestual relationships (Chara/Asriel doesn't count for us, since they never actually call each-other siblings in-game. It only counts if you ship them in an AU where they openly express to seeing each other as siblings.)

Against Christians or other religions (this includes gatekeeping religion.)

You believe queerness is sin

You are a sysmed/endophobic/pluralphobic (this includes sytem skeptics).

You are kinphobic (being otherkin is a spiritual belief, and spirituality should be respected)

You shame introjects and alterhumans for having a problematic source.

You believe disabilities, neurodivergence, or queer identities are 'quirky' or 'fun' while not being in those communities yourself.

You gatekeep neurodivergence or shame forms of neurodivergence. This includes if you think those with slurs/offensive words for tics are at fault for ticking, if you believe those with paraphilic disorders are inherently evil, and/or you demonize those with sociopathtic, psychopathic, and/or narcissistic personality disorders.

You fakeclaim (to any capacity. Unless the individual has said themself that they were faking, we absolutely do not accept fakeclaiming of any kind.)

You victim blame, gatekeep trauma, mock specific triggers, or purposefully misuse tone tags.

You are a transmed.

You believe fiction doesn't affect reality (and/or you are pro-ship or anti-anti.)

You believe white-passing = white, and that white-passing individuals cannot be BIPOC/POC.

You are an LGBTQ+ exclusionist (against microlabels, against m-spec identities, against a-spec identities, against pronoun non-conformity, etc)

You are anti sex-work and/or you slut-shame.

#dni #dni list #do not interact #system #plural system #actually plural #plural posting

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dhundertale · 2 years

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Authors note:

We swear to god, literally nobody is asking for these fics, but we just can’t stop making them. Lmfao they are all completely self-indulgent- regardless, hope ya’ll enjoy.

We swear we’re actually drawing, we just write these when our wrist disability hurts too much to draw- expect art this week tho-

Anyways, soriel for the soul. Theyre both dancing around each others feelings in this fic, cuz they both doubt that the other feels the same way. So have fun reading that.

TW: past self-harm. Not detailed.

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Toriel always strived to be honest with herself and those around her. Honesty was a policy she held with the upmost respect. It was a policy so important to her, that she always attempted to install it into her children.

Sans, however, didn’t seem to understand that importance.

It bothered her, to say the least, that Sans held so many secrets. She witnessed upfront as he lied to everyone. He lied about staying up late. He lied about going to the bar. He lied about why he was tired. He lied about how he was feeling.

It infuriated her, if she were to be honest. It made her so frustrated she wished to scream. She could suddenly relate deeply in her soul just how difficult of a time Papyrus must have with Sans’s demeanors.

So she decided to address it. The problem was that she wanted to speak to Sans one-on-one, and that was ever so difficult in a household of business and non-stop movement. So, she waited. She waited for the day to come, just as patiently as she waited for another child to fall from above, to bless her during her times in the Ruins.

And then the day came. October 5th. Papyrus, Undyne, and Alphys headed out with Frisk, to see Celest. Sans decided to stay behind, claiming to be “too lazy” to go. So there he was, lying on the couch, huddled under a blanket. Staring emptily at the TV, which wasn’t even turned on.

It was a perfect chance. A perfect time for confrontation.

She sat down beside him. His eyelights slowly made eye-contact. That ever-present smile on his face seemed to relax, as if a bit more genuine within her presence. Her soul skipped a beat.

“’sup, Tori?” his voice came out in a half-whisper, as if he lacked the energy to even speak. In fact, the further she examined him, the more her soul tightened. His bones were slack, and not in the lazy way. In a way that mirrored her time on the Ruin’s floor; that mirrored hopelessness. His eyelights were dim, as if he just didn’t have even the slightest bit of energy to keep them lit. Not to mention the ever-growing eye bags under his eyesockets…

Without thinking, she placed a hand on his cheek. He looked taken aback. She felt taken aback. A tense air of silence grew between the two, for several minutes.

“…uh…Tori?” he questioned, his voice almost holding a cautious tone, as if concerned he may set her off, “y’know, its pawsome that’cha wanna join me, but why dontcha cmere fur real?” he offered, extending his arms for a hug.

It was at that moment – such a simple, kind, and endearing gesture – that made Toriel realize just how wrong she was about her own emotions.

She was never angry with him. She was worried. Absolutely terrified for him and how casually he denied his own health. Her closest and dearest friend – someone whom she had questioned her own feelings towards at night, wondering if maybe they weren’t so platonic – was denying himself the road of recovery. Above all else…she was terrified to lose another person again. Especially one so dear to her mind and soul.

He helped her in her darkest times. When she was at her lowest, sobbing at the Ruins door, waiting for her dear children who she knew would never return. When she was beginning to fall into darkness, he came with the light, offering her laughter and conversation. All she wanted to do was offer him that same sunshine (or, as he would say “sanshine”) in return.

She pulled him into a firm, but gentle, hug. As close to her body as she could get. Sans’s eyesockets somehow went wider, as if truly surprised at the enthusiasm of her embrace. Despite that, he didn’t hesitate to hug her back, his bony fingers gently curling against her night-gown.

“…Sans.” She spoke, her voice trembling too much for her own liking, her eyes threatening to form tears “I am…ever so sorry for denying your needs.”

Sans genuinely seemed very taken aback with that. He didn’t exactly seem to know how to respond. Instead, he looked up at her, examining her own expression. As if trying to read her to come up with a response. But instead, it just left the two staring at one another, heat slowly rising and shading both of their faces with blush. Toriel was the one to break eye-contact, whipping her head to the left. The action seemed to break Sans out of whatever trance he had fallen in.

“i-its, uh, not really your respon-sans-bility, Tori. kinda up to me to eat my teeth and brush my veggies,” he joked, though she couldn’t bring herself to laugh. She just felt like such a neglectful friend. She even had the audacity to have allowed herself to feel angry at him. Why did she always have to be so bitter over things that gave her grievance? It truly was a problem, just like Frisk had pointed out…

How does one respond to a situation like this, anyway? How does one appropriately express just how strongly they feel for their best friend?

Toriel’s instinctive response was to bury her face into his side, whispering a soft “...I have responsibility for you, Sans. You’re my dearest friend.”

Sans shivered. Whether it was from her words or her face in his neck, she was unsure. His grip against her grew tight and intense, almost as if he was trying to keep her from leaving. She was all-game with that.

“…T-Tori, you, erm, don’t have to be…don’t have’ta be so fuzzed up over it, eheh...” he seemed to be losing grip over his own words. It wasn’t a surprise, if she were to be honest. Despite how cool and collected Sans was in most situations, he always seemed to melt into awkwardness when given genuine affection. It was…kind of adorable.

“Oh, Sans…” she laughed, gently rubbing her hands against his back. He was so small, compared to her. Her paws could easily cover his entire head. Oddly, that was one of the things about him that she liked the most. Perhaps his size is what made her all the more desperate to hold him.

“You must understand…seeing you in pain, it devastates me to the bone...”

If he wanted to use humor to flee her concerns, she was going to use humor to express them. She found that using his own mechanisms against him had worked very well thus-far. It is how she had gotten past his armor in past events as well.

“y…you’re wasting your time getting worked up over a numbskull like me,” he responded with a half-hearted shrug. Toriel hardly even noticed that her hands had begun to wander, tracing over the exposed bones of his arms. Frisk had stolen his jacket earlier, which left him in a lone t-shirt, readily available for her touch. Although some may complain over bones being uncomfortable to cuddle with, Toriel had always found it to be comforting. The smooth coolness, with occasional callousness…it was almost addicting to touch. And Toriel was a very touch person, even though it was often subconscious.

Sans gasped when her claws ran over the scars on his upper arms. He let out a long, quiet whimper, his arms trembling. She halted her touch immediately, shooting him a look of concern. Had she gone too far? What should she say? Was she breaching their friendship? She wasn’t even sure if he felt the same way she did…would he berate her for making such a move?

He blushed heavily, one hand slipping away from her back, and instead gently embracing one of her paws, his phalanges brushing over the soft skin that protruded from her fur. He glanced at the scars she had been touching. His eyes grew weary, and his eyelights dimmed further.

“look…Tori I…”

She interrupted immediately. He did not need to defend himself, when she so clearly had gone too far, “Please, do not apologize. I am at fault here. I have been informed in the past that my touches are…invasive, and I-“

Sans immediately drew his hands away, vigorously waving them and shaking his head, “no, no, you’re- its not that- i don’t mind that,” he assured, before that burst of energy faded, and his hands fell to his side, “i just…these scars, they…i…” he sighed, his chest deflating. He put his hands on his head, as if suffering from a headache. “they’re old, yknow? if seein’ these is what gotcha all worked up- i’m happier now, y’know? Paps and Grillbz…they got me outta that. i ain’t perfect, but i’m sure as hell…i’m better than then. y’feel?“

Toriel felt her soul drop. The implications of that…it reminded her so strongly of when she had found Chara, hidden away in the closet, arms and legs-…no, she couldn’t think about that for too long. It was too heartbreaking to recall.

She wrapped her arms around Sans, giving him a bear hug (or rather, boss-monster hug.) He hugged her in return, resting his head on her chest, as if she were a pillow.

“Oh, Sans…I am ever so proud of you for you’re recovery…” she cradled his head into her hands, rubbing her thumb against the side of his cheek. Her hands really were big enough to almost cover his entire skull, “…I just wish you would be honest that you are still suffering…even if it is not in quite the same way…”

Sans seemed to be contemplating her words, causing silence to fall over them both. She did not mind. It gave her time to examine him and truly appreciate him. His blush, ever so lightly dusted on his cheeks. His skull, gently leaning into her hands. His bones, healthy and strong…they had grown so much healthier, gaining a shiney glow and all-around thickness over the last few months. Coming to the surface, being out with friends, letting the sunshine on his bones…it all had definitely improved his health, which made Toriel so unbelievably happy. The first time she had held him, she had feared he would fall apart in her arms…now, he seemed sturdy and full. His HoPe had even improved, settling at 2 over the last few months. In a few more months, it may even move up to 3. She hoped it would.

Yes, he was recovering well. It helped subside her worries for him. Sans’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. She was unsure how much time had passed- ten minutes, perhaps?

“my doctor recommended me a therapist. Paps has been tryna get me to go,” he shrugged indifferently, “i don’ really know if it’ll do anything.’ might be worth a shot, tho. not like i have anythin’ better t’do.

A therapist. That is something she had long hated herself for not getting Chara. Chara always insisted they did not need it, and that things were getting better. For a while, she believed them…and now, she had learned her lesson. One of the first things she had done was find Frisk a therapist when they moved to the surface. She hoped, with all her heart, that it would give them the support she was unsure how to provide.

Perhaps, if Sans had one, they would be able to give him the support he needed as well.

“You should,” she agreed, nodding, “And if you needed any support…I would join you. I know your confidence is not the greatest, and would want you to feel comfortable sharing…if an old lady such as I could even encourage you at all.”

He chuckled, “you always encourage me, Tori. you’re my best friend.”

Toriel kissed him on the forehead, to which he sunk down like a turtle attempting to hide in a shell. He probably would have looked like one too, if only he had his hoodie. She couldn’t help but laugh.

“So long as you allow it, I shall always be your best friend, my love. I promise.”

And she intended to live up to that promise. She held on to it, even as the two fell into silence. Even as the handsome young skeleton fell asleep in her arms. Even as she herself fell asleep. Even as time marched on, and the days flew by, and the weather grew cold.

Toriel valued promises. Toriel valued honesty. Toriel valued recovery.

But more than that, she valued having Sans near. Regardless of what relationship she and him may hold.

And that was something she prayed to God, and even deities she didn’t believe in, would never slip away.

#soriel #sans x toriel #toriel x sans #sansxtoriel #torielxsans #undertale #utdr #dhundertale #dh #defining happiness #fanfiction #undertale fanfic #ship #shipping #fanfic #sans the skeleton #sans #toriel #toriel dreemurr

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While (most) humans are born with sex-traits, monsters are born sexless. They only gain sex-traits when they hit puberty. This means neither they or their parents know how their bodies will develop; male, female, intersex. Some monsters even remain sexless their whole lives.

Because of this, its normal for monsters to get to explore their gender at a very young age and choose their pronouns when they are old enough to understand.

[Redacted] was erased before hitting puberty. He chose to keep aging when he met Celest…and discovered upon puberty that he has an intersex body (making him a trans-boy/interboy.) His body feels too “feminine” for him and he tries his hardest to hide it through void-powers…but its always in the back of his mind…

Accommodations are available for trans and intersex monsters usually. But because he is in the void, those doctors are unavailable to him…meaning he is stuck in a body that makes him miserable. A body he feels doesn’t fit his gender.

Having his body modified so much as a kid also doesn’t help…being dollified + his gender identity has caused him to feel as though he is not “good enough” to be a “real boy.” He feels disconnected from himself…disconnected from his body. He hates it; hates himself.

However…in one universe, he has found himself a papa (@ask-dcf)…and in this picture, he’s showing him how he looks when he isn’t using the void to hide his “feminine” traits…

He expected rejection…but his papa doesn’t care how he looks or what his sex is...because he is still his son, no matter his appearance.

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Just a dumb and EXTREMELY SHORT Sansby fic about how stupidly bad at romance Grillby and Sans can be in the DH universe.

Written by headmate Ally (they/them, fae/faer)

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Despite being a fire-nymph, Grillby was by no means okay with the burning feeling in his chest. It was nothing like the pleasant warmth that rose to his face when Sans held his hands or slipped his arms around him from behind.

No, that warmth was welcomed. It was savored. This heat was annoying.

He couldn’t understand why Sans was being so infuriating. Sure, Sans made distasteful jokes at times, but Grillby would have never expected him to be making such horrendous jokes about Grillby. After all, they were best friends. They were lovers, even if they didn’t say it outright. Sans had called him the “light of his life,” for God’s sake.

So why had Sans, of all people, joked about him having a hard time? He had expected comfort. Consolation. A hug, even. Something like what Grillby always did for Sans during his dark periods.

But no. Sans just had to say “howda lightbulb like you end up in such a dark mindset?”

It…it was just…

Grillby covered his face with his hands and face-planted into the counter. At least he was in the back of the bar, where none of his morning visitors could see him fuming over this stupid skeleton.

More than anything, Grillby was angry at himself. Instead of calling Sans out on his insensitivity, he just…kicked him out. Told him he was closing up the bar early. All so that Sans couldn’t see him cry.

What kind of person can’t even talk to his own boyfriend? God, and he thought their teenage years were insufferable. How were their time as adults even more humiliating and ridiculous?

The worst part was that Sans was probably going to come in and order at the bar soon. What was he supposed to say to him? How was he supposed to confront this situation in front of all the other customers?

Stupid. It was just so stupid.

He looked at his watch and realized how long he had been sitting back here. People had orders. People were waiting.

Grillby adjusted his shirt, and walked through the door.

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Only to find an envelop on the bar, labeled to him. Hesitantly, he picked it up, opening it with care. The paper was written in Comic Sans, giving away the writer immediately.

[“roses are red

violets are blue

go to your bedroom,

i have an apology for you”]

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Now this had to be the worst note Grillby had ever read, but despite himself, he smiled. In fact, he started laughing, much to the surprise of the customers. Not that he could blame them; he didn’t laugh often. Its just that it was so in-character for Sans to be awkwardly stupid in situations like these.

He had the dumbest boyfriend ever. He already knew that he would find his lazy skeleton sprawled out across the bed, fully clothed, in a seductive (but lazy) position, with candles across the dresser spelling out “sorry”. They’d probably make out for a while, before having a genuine talk about what went wrong.

It wouldn’t be the first time. Though it definitely had been a long time since Sans last did that, which is why Grillby was so caught off guard. He slipped the note into his pocket, shaking his head.

Well, too bad. Sans would have to wait for Grillby to at least get a few orders out before heading to the back.

Despite that, though, he was already starting to feel better. Sometimes, he just needed a reminder that Sans, in all his idiocy and insensitive behaviors, still cared and didn’t mean harm.

He’s imperfect. They both are. But their love is real and they still communicate in the end.

And, for the time being, that’s all they needed.

#sansby #sansxgrillby #grillbyxsans #sans x grillby #grillby x sans #dhundertale #dh #defining happiness #fanfic #fic #undertale #theyre both stupid #we love them

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Happy belated pride month to all of you! We hope that you have (or someday will find) a family that supports you, regardless of whether they are related by blood or not!

(Psst! You can see this in even better quality on our Deviantart!)

Due to life-stuff, this took longer than expected, but at long last, we have the DH pride group picture! They are one big, happy, diverse family! Not just in sexuality, sex, gender, and relationships, but in race, species, neurotype, and physical ability! But despite their differences, they are still able to be a happy family.

Hopefully, like them, all of you out there have or can find a supportive family too, regardless of if youre related by blood!

Just to clarify! Most of these characters are side-characters (aunts, uncles, auncles, cousins, etc)! So please don’t be intimidated by the amount of them, you definitely don’t need to remember all of them lol. But despite that, they still are family, and will come up every now and then in the story, which is why they are included here.

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All the shipkids (which are written in bold) aren’t yet old enough to know their identities, so they/them pronouns are to be used on them until they are older and can choose their own pronouns.

(Just so you know, all shipkids except Flaira and the Justice Collective haven’t been born yet, so you’ll get to see that happen in the comic itself!)

Now, for the family intro! From right to left (sorta, since some are floating above), we have the following:

Fuku (Grillby’s sister, who he raised like a daughter): lesbian, monogamous, cis-woman (she/her)

Sage (aka Skateboard Girl): lesbian, monogamous, trans-woman (she/her)

Papyrus: vincian/homosexual, demi-panromantic, monogamous, genderfluid (he/him)

Mettaton: vincian (gay), ambiamorous, trans-man (he/him)

Flaira (Sans + Grillby’s child)

Toriel: bisexual, queerplatonic-lesbian, ambiamorous, cis-woman (she/her)

Asgore: bisexual, ambiamorous, cis-man (he/him)

Gormeii (Asgore’s adoptive daughter): straight, monogamous, demigirl (she/her)

Sans: asexual, demi-biromantic, polyamorous, trans-man (he/him)

Grillby: demisexual vincian (gay), monogamous, agenderflux-boyflux (he/him)

Lyte (Sans + Grillby’s child)

Gaster: aroace, pan-queerplatonic, polyamorous (queerplatonically), cis-man (he/him)

Muffet: aroace, queerplatonic-lesbian, monogamous, cis-woman (she/her)

Asriel: bisexual, ambiamorous, trans-boy (he/him)

Flowey: aceflux, aroflux, queer, ambiamorous, demiboy (he/him)

Frisk: pansexual, polyamorous, pangender/non-binary (they/them)

Firefly (Sans + Grillby’s child)

Chara: queer, ambiamorous, non-binary/agender (they/them), intersex

Spirit (Papyrus + Mettaton child)

MK: asexual, queer, ambiamorous, demiboy/boyflux (they/them + he/him)

Komtru (Sans + Toriel child)

Napstablook: aroace, nonamorous, non-binary/agender (they/them), sexless

Sadstablook (aka the ghost in the Ruins Dummy): toric, monogamous, non-binary/androgyne (they/them + it/its + she/her), sexless

Maddie (Mad Mew Mew): lesbian, ambiamorous, trans-woman (she/her)

Shyren: aroace, nonamorous, cis-woman (she/her)

Alphys: bisexual/polysexual, panromantic, ambiamorous, trans-woman (she/her)

Undyne: lesbian, ambiamorous, interwoman (she/her), intersex

Justice Collective (Alphys + Undyne children [they’re a system of four. Their individual names are Armin, Koharu, Sora, and Mirai.] )

Celest: straight, monogamous, cis-woman (she/her)

[Redacted] (aka Goner Kid / MK & Delvie’s grand-uncle): asexual-biromantic, monogamous, interboy/trans-man (he/him)

Delvie (aka MK’s sister): straight, monogamous, cis-girl (she/her)

Josiah (aka Alphys’s brother/MK & Delvie’s father): straight, monogamous, interman (he/him + they/them), intersex

Prophecy (aka MK & Delvie’s mother): omnisexual, monogamous, cis-woman (she/her)

Odalia (aka MK & Delvie’s grandpama): aroace, bigender (ze/zer/zem)

Ritz (aka MK & Delvie’s grandfather): aroace, cis-man (he/him)

(Before anyone mentions it, yes, Josiah he knows his outfit makes him look like a friggin clown. That’s on purpose. There are no photos that exist where he matches everyone elses vibe. He is a mega troll.)

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CHECK OUT TRASHDEM0N ON DEVIANTART YALL, SHES OUR AMAZING FRIEND AND DREW THIS FOR AN ART TRADE!!

This piece is literally SO BEAUTIFUL and we're blessed that she made it for us (even if it was an art trade, its still a blessing!!)

This picture depicts a hug between Frisk, Sans, and Gormeii (Asgore's adoptive daughter.) The context behind this piece? You'll be figuring that out very soon. We are working on the next DH page as we speak, and itll give you the general idea...

And before anyone mentions it: YES Gormeii has legs!! However, she only uses them when shes emotional. She prefers slithering like a snake (she has snake-monster genetics.) She has a pouch of skin under her shirt, where her legs are tucked in.

#gormeii #undertale #dhundertale #dh #defining happiness #frisk #utdr #frisk dreemurr #chara dreemurr #sans undertale #sans #sans the skelebro #sans the skeleton #undertale oc #undetale #undertale au #LITERALLY IN HYSTERICS THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND THANK YOU

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Made this art ref for a friend (*cough* @ask-dcf) but wanted to share it with ya’ll!

Say hi to Chara!

#chara dreemur #chara dreemurr #undertale #undertale headcanon #dh #dhundertale #defining happiness #art ref #character ref sheet #undertale au

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Theme songs: pt 4

This is the fourth part of songs we believe fits the characters in DH! Last time it was the infamous skeleton skrunkly, This time, its our lovely angsty teen, Chara Dreemurr.

(Keep in mind that this list is incomplete and will be updated as we reach new arcs within the comic series.)

Any duets in these lists are Chara singing both parts lmao.

// WARNING: some of these songs have very heavy topics and lyrics. Please be wary of the notes at the end of this list. //

Songs for their past before the Dreemurrs (sorted based on timeline)

Human (Christina Perri)

Body (Jordan Suaste) *

Show & Tell (Melanie Martinez) *

Sippy Cup (Melanie Martinez) *

Alphabet Boy (Melanie Martinez) -to their bio dad-

Skyscraper (Demi Lovato) -to their bio parents-

Songs for the “Distrust Arc” with the Dreemurrs (sorted based on timeline)

Tag Youre It (Melanie Martinez) -its about their escape to Mt Ebott, and the fear of being “imprisoned” with the Dreemurrs- *

How Do You Love Someone (Ashley Tisdale) *

Songs for the ”Buttercup Arc” of their past (sorted based on timeline)

Happier (Marshmello)

Runaway (AURORA)*

Goodbye (Bo Burnham)

If I Die Young (The Band Perry)

Their songs in the current timeline/in general

If Walls Could Talk (The Chainsmokers) -their song to their abusers in the current timeline- *

Mansion (NF) -their song to their parents in the current timeline- *

Songs about/to Asriel:

Crybaby (Melanie Martinez) -during the “Buttercup Arc”

Goodbye (Avril Lavigne) -during the “Buttercup Arc”

For Forever (Dear Evan Hansen)

Call It What You Want (Taylor Swift) -THIS IS THEIR MAIN SONG ABOUT ASRIEL-

Songs about/to both Asriel and Flowey:

Sorry (Halsey)

Immortal (Reinaeiry)

Songs about/to Flowey:

Maybe (Secondhand Serenade)

I Wont Say I’m In Love (Disney)

Here We Go Again (Demi Lovato)

Shut Up And Kiss Me (Orianthi) -THIS IS THEIR MAIN SONG ABOUT FLOWEY-

Songs about/to Frisk:

Welcome To Wonderland (Anson Seabra) -during Frisk’s journey underground-

Out Of The Woods (Taylor Swift, live at the Grammy Museum) -during the “Echoing Devastation” arc-

Secret Love Song (Little Mix) -during the “Echoing Devastation arc”-

Treacherous (Taylor Swift)

Orange Juice (Melanie Martinez)*

Please Eat (Nicole Dollanganger)*

In The Name Of Love (Martin Garrix) -THIS IS THEIR MAIN SONG ABOUT FRISK-

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*“Body” has HEAVY implications about SA / CSA.

*“Show & Tell” is about being treated like a product (aka dehumanization.)

*“Sippy Cup” has lyrics about alcoholism, drugs, and unstable marriages.

*”Tag Youre It” is about kidnapping/physical abuse. It has implications of being drugged and CSA.

*”How Do You Love Someone” is about bad parental relationships, and being unsure how to have healthy bonds.

*”Runaway” has implications of suicidal ideas.

*”Mansion” is about trauma and feeling trapped in mind. It has lyrics about being abused and the death of a parental figure.

*”If Walls Could Talk” has implications of religious trauma

*“Orange Juice” is about Bulimia.

*”Please Eat” is about anorexia/starvation.

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[Redacted] vs (@droughtale) Michael

(Michael is an asshole. still loveable but-...)

#dd #droughtale #ddundertale #dhundertale #michael #[redacted]#shitpost #just casual shitposting lmfao

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Sans pregnant with his and Grillby's first child (and Toriel, since she is the honorary mother.)

This is a piece of art we've been very hesitant to post...its extremely personal to all of us, even if it was our headmate Andy (he/him) specifically who drew it. He (and the rest of us) would prefer if no hate or critique is commented, since this wasn't drawn to be perfect, but rather to cope with trauma. (warning: we mention CSA and miscarriage, but do not detail it like...at all. no details.)

Kind comments are appreciated, but please don't ask for the details behind our trauma. Just know that we suffered from CSA and a terrible miscarriage at a very young age. Mothers day and fathers day affects all of us heavily, even those in our system who weren't around when it happened, and only saw it through shared memories. You don't have to comment about us on this post. You can comment about Sans, or Grillby, or the baby. We don't mind. Its understandable if you are unsure what to say to us about the situation.

#sansby #soriel #sans x grillby #grillby x sans #dh #defining happiness #dhundertale #undertale #pregnant #pregnancy #transmasc #trans men #vent art #trauma art #trauma recovery

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dhundertale · 2 years

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Weighing Worth (Flowisk)

…DH flowisk hurt/comfort for the soul :)

This is before Frisk started dressing up nicely, with cute skirts and dresses, tank tops, hair extensions, etc.

The song used here is “Ugly” by Nicole Dollanganger.

Tw: body-shaming/fatphobia, light self-harm (pinching), implied CSA, mentioned child neglect, mentioned EDs, and intrusive thoughts.

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(You said they made fun of your body…Humiliation in your eyes when you told me…)

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Flowey wasn’t used to vulnerability anymore. Once in his many lifetimes, he would have admittedly been used to the emotional sobs and desperate mewls for help, but those times had long since faded out of his life, leaving him with a dull experience (for the most part.)Frisk had only thrice been emotional in front of him. All three times were his fault, honestly, and he was surprised Frisk still chose to be merciful during those occasions, but regardless, they weren’t exactly the most open person when it came to negative emotions. At least, that’s what he could tell through both examining them at a distance and talking to hem upfront.

So, he couldn’t exactly say he was expecting it when Frisk quietly crept into his room at Asgore’s, soft sobs wracking their body. In fact, he was so surprised, that he audibly squeeled when Frisk hugged his vines.

There were plenty of people Frisk could have gone to for something like this. Chara, MK, Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Paps…the list goes on and on, and if Flowey were to be honest with himself, he would have expected his name to be at the very bottom of it, or not on it at all. It was probably about five minutes before Flowey managed to splutter out a half-hearted “Whats wrong with you…?”

What he wasn’t expecting was for them to answer, with no hesitation, a sobbing cry of “T-they said I-I’m ugly!”

He reeled back, just far enough to where he could see their eyes. Their glistening, soft, blue eyes. Filled to the brim with tears and self-loathing, and above all, unfiltered humiliation. It made what little soul he had flare with unkempt rage and…protectiveness?

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(Well, I’m gonna find them, don’t you worry…I’ll make sure they’re really fucking sorry.)

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“What fuckwad said that?!” he asked, his aggressive tone luckily not distressing Frisk further; perhaps they were already used to it from him, or…maybe they found it comforting, somehow…but that would be an absurd concept, Flowey had to admit.

“K-Kevin…a-and his friends…! T-they…they wouldn’t stop f-following me a-and telling me I’m gross a-and c-calling me chunky!” Frisk’s voice grew into a higher pitch the longer they spoke, stuttering through each sob they tried and failed to suppress.

Flowey new full-well the signs of a panic attack coming – Asriel and his memories with Chara had taught him as much – and he knew Frisk was heading that way if he didn’t calm them down soon.

“Hey, hey- Frisk, look, you’re alright now! Those assholes aren’t in this house with us, right? So just breathe! I’d cut them open if they got even a METER within the house!”

Frisk began to focus on their breathing, trying to slow it into a soft intake, rather than a manic in-and-out. While they worked on that, Flowey subconsciously wrapped his vines around them – which, he supposes counted as a hug – and began thinking of all the ways he would teach the shitheads that shamed Frisk lessons. He certainly had a lot of practice screwing up the lives of people…he was ready to make the earth they walked on hell.

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(You say you’re embarrassed of your body…You told me you think you’re really ugly…Well, my love, I know you don’t see…what I see…)

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Frisk gently pinched his vines between their fingers and rubbed them, as their breath evened out and their sobs lessened, simmering into soft cries. Flowey tried to stop himself from shuddering under their loving touch, but it was just too hard not to, when Frisk hands were so soft. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, and looked away as he sputtered out, “You know, th-those losers’ opinions of you mean jack-shit!”

Frisk giggled lightly, tears still falling freely from their diamond eyes. Frisk quietly murmured in response “Y-you sure have been swearing a lot since you got your soul…”

Flowey rolled his eyes, deciding not to respond to that – mainly because he felt called-out, and didn’t want Frisk to realize it – and instead found himself murmuring “You know you can talk to me,” despite himself. He wasn’t even sure where that came from, or why. It was so unlike him, that he almost felt dysphoric over his spontaneous and unplanned response. Frisk, too, seemed taken aback and promptly began sobbing again – though Flowey hoped it was because of his thoughtfulness, and not because he distressed them.

“I-I just…I hate that th-they’re right…a-about my body…” Frisk whispered, curling into a tight ball within Flowey’s vines. They looked…so small and weak like that. Flowey had to fight back the intrusive thoughts about how easy it would be to just break them.

“Frisk…you aren’t…well…erm…” Flowey immediately regretted not thinking through his words first, because Frisk looked up, horrified and ashamed, before hyperventilating and gripping the fat on their arms like iron, so hard it already was turning red from irritation.

“Wait, Frisk- God, just- ugh!!” he smacked himself multiple times in the face, internally screaming to just pull himself together dammit. After a minute of doing this, he yelled, with no thought behind it “YOURE ATTRACTIVE! SO JUST- STOP!”

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(Anything that is beautiful people want to break…And you are beautiful, I’m afraid…)

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Frisk’s entire body froze. Flowey and Frisk stared at one another, wide-eyed, in complete tension for a good minute. Frisk’s hands slowly fell to their sides, their mouth gaping lightly, as red slowly rose into their cheeks. Flowey had no doubt he was humiliatingly flushed, but instead of focusing on himself, he decided to use healing-aloe from his vines on the irritated spots on Frisk’s arms, from where they were pinching themself.

“…Your body is…its…” he could feel his soul rapidly crashing against his chest, like a wild heartbeat, “…its just fine the way it is. Having more weight than someone else is…it’s not something that makes you gross, okay? That’s just stupid. What would be gross is if you refused to wash yourself! Or if you got lame tattoos, instead of cool ones!” he was talking nonsense, and he knew it full well, but Frisk’s wide eyes encouraged him to keep going “but just having some squish? That just makes you like- ugh, I don’t know, what cushy term would Chara use? Erm…pillow! Yeah, it makes you like a pillow.”

Frisk and Flowey sat in a tense silence, staring each other down. Slowly but surely, Frisks hands drifted back to the chub on their stomach, arms, and legs and pinched it – except this time, they were gentle. As if really thinking about how it felt in their fingers.

The silence continued, then, for another eight minutes. Flowey felt beads of sweat growing on his petals, out of the sheer anticipation of what Frisk might say about his sickeningly sweet reassurances. When Frisk finally spoke, it made Flowey startle just a little.

“…My…original dad…he always said that I was too fat…” they stared at their stomach “…e-even when my parents d-didn’t feed us…” their legs wobbled a bit, as if they were sick to their stomach “…and I hoped that…if I…just…weren’t so fat…h-he would love me like he loved Celest…”

Flowey felt cold nausea run through his body, making him feel deathly ill. Something about that pervert of all people being the cause behind Frisk’s eating disorders and body dysmorphia was…so much worse. The idea that he was trying to mold Frisk into his idea of a “perfect girl” made his soul feel like it was going to burst from the anger boiling within it.

Even though he knew that Frisk’s biological “father” never did anything physical to Frisk or Celest, just the verbal implications alone…it made him so unbelievably murderous, as if he wasn’t dangerous enough.

It always made him somewhat proud of himself. He never considered doing anything like that, no matter how bored he was. Never. It was disgusting. No matter what intrusive thoughts he had, they never stooped that low. He wasn't a good person by any means, but at least he wasn't vile scum like Frisk's "father."

Whatever. Not the point. Why was he making this about himself again? Frisk was still waiting for an answer...

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(You said you’re ashamed of your body…You’d rather die than show me…But I would love you in any form you take…)

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“That’s why you never wear things you like, then?” Flowey stated bluntly. Frisk’s jaw clenched and their body went stiff. He was spot on.

“I…I wear things I think are comfortable…” Frisk murmured quietly. Flowey wrapped a vine around their shoulder gently.

“You wear things that are comfortable and hide your body, dorkwad. I’m not that stupid.” Frisk smiled lightly, “So you admit you are at least a little stupid?”

Flowey huffed, “Oh, shut up! Just- ugh! Tell me what you want to wear! So I can tell Dad, or Mom, or- I don’t know, Chara! Or your boyfriend MK!”

Frisk gasped, “Excuse me, they are NOT my boyfriend!...yet.”

Flowey snorted and rolled his eyes, pulling his vines away from them entirely, and folding them together as if they were arms to fold “yeah, yeah, whatever! Just tell me your dumb fashion shit!”

And they did. They sat there, probably for an hour, going back and forth. Dresses, skirts, crop tops, tank tops, shorts, jeans, leggings…all of it and more were discussed. Mainly, it was just Frisk rambling, but Flowey was sure to add in snarky but secretive encouragement. Or, at least, he thought it was secretive, but anyone could see through him and know his true intentions.

In the end, Frisk rambled themself to sleep, wrapped up in blankets and vines. They went on to ask Flowey out on a clothes-shopping date the next day, to which he complied. It was from then on that Frisk began showing off new outfits every time they visited Flowey…and slowly, as the weeks went on, began to grow comfortable in their preferred outfits on a daily. While Kevin and his friends…they all got what they had coming, for messing with Flowey’s princess. Frisk (much to Flowey’s luck) didn’t notice when they stopped coming around for a few weeks, so Flowey never had to face Frisk’s (merciful) wrath.

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(You said that they say you’re disgusting…That they told you, you were fat and unworthy…Well, my love, I hope you trust me…when I say, “you have a perfect body.”)

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Flowey knew that the talk and outfit changes alone wouldn’t end all of Frisk’s body dysmorphia or eating disorders.

They would still be bulimic and anorexic. Would still cringe in the mirror at themself. They would still have their father’s voice berating them internally. They would still have the occasional jerk talk down to them.

But, despite the harshness of their mind and the world, it was still a start. It was the beginning of a road to recovery; a symbol that recovery was still a possibility for Frisk.

And, above all else…it was proof that Flowey’s love for Frisk was not materialistic. And sometimes...

...that’s more than enough.

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