Do you have a timeline for when you believe the humans fell underground (including Chara + Frisk)?
Well not necessarily anything specific. just a few things that mark some VERY wide margings for what i have in mind
Chara fell in 201X, as per the calendar with the circled date.
This was after the Dreemurrs (and thus monsterkind in tow) already left Home to explore the rest of the mountain and settled in New Home. This is deduced by the wall writings in Waterfall, which bemoan the underground's inaccessibility, saying there's no way a human could ever make its way down there.
So New Home already existed (or was soon going to be founded, if the plaques were written while the monsters were still exploring) before any human had fallen into the Underground at all.
However! The childhood room in Home is referred to as Asriel's room in both the game files and in the art book (the screenshot is from the Home segment of the book)
Which would mean Asriel was born close enough in time to the monsters' banishment to be alive when they migrated further into the caverns (and to already have personal interests, like astronomy), and that he was likely snooping around his previous home in the RUINs by chance when he found Chara.
I think Chara spent a LOT of time with the Dreemurrs... but less so chronologically. They likely had reset powers like all humans who fall into the Underground as a consequence of their high DT (from the Undertale Legends of Localization book):
(I actually think this was the intended implication with their inappropriately light approach to death and pain, ie: laughing in that one videotape about making Asgore sick), so I like to think that, while they obviously stuck around for a long time, they techincally were only with the Dreemurrs for 1, maybe 2 linear years. Which would explain why they seem... hesitant to call them their child/sibling. From their perspective, it was too soon for those words at the time. Either that or Chara was uncomfortable with familiar terms for whatever reason. I tend to ping-pong between the two.
Chara dies and so does Asriel -> Asgore cringe comp -> Toriel bails.... And then bam, the next humans start falling down.
l think the entire affair took centuries in total. Surely a lot of time, enough for most commonplace monsters to have no idea what a human looks like
At LEAST one century, that is, but that is the barest minimum. There's this one line in the date with Sans at MTT resort when he's talking about his first meeting with Toriel:
Now I'm not saying Sans is aware of what's going on or that this makes incanon sense, but knowing UT's propensity for tragically poetic irony, this feels like one of those occasions.
I in my personal chronology, the humans fell either 1 or 2 per century, putting Toriel's exile between 300 and 600 years long.
The order? uhhhhh. dw about it
Thus, Frisk falls down in 2X15. Monsters are freed, everyone is happy. Yay yayay ^_^ yippee. The End.
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She’s a Fire-Chapter III
Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
So hot there’s smoke
(previous chapter here, next chapter here)
Warnings: fluff, masturbation, oral (m receiving), dirty talk
You give Bradley your number after you make a tentative plan to hang out on Friday since you’re not sure what your schedule will be yet. You send him down to Penny’s with a kiss and a butt squeeze when he turns.
You and fall into bed shortly after.
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A loud back-up beeper jolts you awake. You look at your phone; 6:47 AM. What on earth?
You look out the window and see your movers have backed into Penny’s driveway, and started throwing items out. You cringe at how roughly they’re handling your stuff. You pull a sweatshirt on and head down the stairs just as you see them drop your bed frame, cracking it.
You sigh heavily before asking, “Weren’t you guys supposed to come tomorrow? Preferably after 8:00 AM?”
“Sorry about your bed frame, that’ll be comped. There was a change of plans, we gotta be back to Denver before tomorrow.” One of the movers replies.
“Okay, I guess? Let me just move some stuff around upstairs first.”
“Go ahead, the stuff will be here when you get down back.” He replies.
“Excuse me? I have to bring it all up myself? That’s not what I paid for.” Now you’re getting irritated.
“Yeah, the boss man said we gotta be back tonight, so you’ll have to figure it out. Call tomorrow morning and they’ll comp ya for that too.”
What the fuck. “Uh no, that’s not—“
“What’s going on out here?” Bradley asks as he comes out of Penny’s sliding door, yawning while he pulls his tank on. Holy biceps.
You walk over to him as he eyes your bare legs. “They were supposed to be here tomorrow and bring everything upstairs. But they apparently need to be back in Denver by tonight so I’m on my own. They also broke my bedframe” you sigh.
“I’ll help ya. I’ve got nothing to do today and it’s that much stuff. My buddy owns a furniture store across town, he’ll hook ya up with a bedframe and I can bring it over with the Bronco, get it set up for ya if you’d want?”
“Seriously? You’d do all that?”
“‘Course. I’d be happy to, plus it’s supposed to rain later, I don’t want your stuff to get wet.”
“That would be great, thank you so much.”
“No problem, where do we start?”
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20 minutes later you’ve got the furniture out of the way so you can get the mattress and boxes in. The moving truck is already gone. They’re getting a one-star review on Yelp. Assholes.
Pete and Penny see the pile of stuff in the driveway and come out to help too. The hardest part is squeezing the mattress through the doorframe, but it’s easy sailing after that, and within an hour it’s all out of the driveway.
They ask if you need help unpacking but you politely decline as you’re not sure where everything is going yet.
“I’m going to the bar to do payroll, did you want a ride?” Penny asks Bradley.
“Yeah, thanks.” He turns to you. “I’ll run home and shower and then I’ll be back to pick you up?”
“That’d be great.” You smile, ignoring the knowing looks you’re getting from Pete and Penny.
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You put a few necessary things away and get your stuff ready for tomorrow before showering yourself, throwing on a pair of jean shorts and an oversized white tee.
A clean vintage Bronco pulls in and you meet Bradley in the driveway, he looks good enough to eat in another tight pair of jeans and a gray t-shirt as he holds the passenger door open for you.
“I ran through Starbucks, got you a vanilla latte and a breakfast sandwich, the bag is on the floor in the back,” he says as he climbs in the driver's side.
Unexpected tears spring to your eyes, but you quickly blink them away. You clear the lump from your throat. “That’s so thoughtful, thank you. Sunny give you my order?”
“No problem, I like coffee too.” He holds up his cup, “And yeah she did, there’s too many options for me to try and guess.”
“Well, I’m impressed. My dad is the only other man who’s ever bought me coffee.”
“Really? It’s such a simple thing.”
“It is. But I’m not used to guys taking initiative or putting in the effort. Another reason I decided to take a break from dating.”
“Yeah, I can see that. It helps that I was raised by a single mom.”
“Sounds like she was quite the woman, to raise a man as amazing as you.”
He blushes at your words and squeezes your knee. “Thanks, Row”.
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Bradley pulls into a furniture store and leaves you at the door before parking.
He leads you inside and helps you look. You eventually pick out a wrought iron one but aren’t sure on what color/finish.
“Do you think this finish will scratch?” You ask, gesturing to the black one.
“Scratch? From what?”
“Handcuffs, of course” you deadpan.
He flushes but laughs. “Nah, should be fine. These are good quality.”
“I hope so. I’d hate to have to punish you for scratching it” you tell him before turning away to find an associate as he gapes after you.
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Your luck is changing, they have the frame you want in store so you’re able to bring it home today, unassembled of course.
The clouds are starting to spit as he pulls into the driveway, and it starts coming down harder when you’re halfway up the stairs, helping him carry the box. You both laugh as you get it inside and set it down. Your top-halves took the brunt of it, soaking both your shirts.
He looks at your chest and swallows heavily before meeting your eyes again. You look down and your tee and bralette are now see-through, nipples at attention from the cold rain. You turn and strip the wet material off, teasing him with a view of your bare back while you walk to the bathroom for some towels.
You hang the wet items over the shower rod and cover yourself with a towel, before grabbing one for him too.
“Do you want to hang up your shirt?”
“Sure, thanks,” he says with gravel in his voice. You look down while he’s pulling his shirt off and can see the thick line of his erection pressing against his jeans.
He hands you the shirt and he dries off with the towel quickly before handing it over too. You hang it all up in the bathroom and walk back out, topless.
He inhales sharply and watches as you pull out a box of clothes, digging through for a shirt and bra.
He comes up behind you and reaches around you to cup your breasts. His rough, calloused fingers rub across your nipples and you sigh, head dropping back against his chest.
“You like to tease me, don’t you?” He murmurs by your ear.
“Mmm, yeah. I do. I like it when you blush and get all flustered. Especially since I think this is new for you, you’re used to being the one in control, aren’t you?” You say as you turn in his arms, bare chests now together.
“Yeah, you’re definitely throwing me for a loop. I don’t know what to expect from you, and I like it.” He replies before leaning down to kiss you.
You return it, licking the seam of his lips as your hands go to his nipples. “Anyone ever play with these?” You murmur against his lips.
“Not really, not like you-fuckkk” he pulls back from your lips to groan as you pinch lightly.
“That’s a shame,” you kiss the scar on his jaw, then neck, and down below his collarbone. “cause you’re so responsive. Do you like it?”
He sighs and nods as you suck his nipple into your mouth. “Yeah”.
“Good.” You reply as you kiss your way to the other side. You suck that one into your mouth next and gently bite while pinching the other. His cock twitches against your stomach.
You kiss your way lower, settling on your knees. You pull him out and trace the head on your lips as you look up at him under your lashes before you draw him into your mouth. You moan around him and he shudders, hands clenching at his sides, “Fuck, Rowan. That, ah…feels fucking amazing.”
“Mmm,” you agree around him and take his hands to guide them in your hair.
He grips your hair and gently thrusts before pulling back and repeating the motion. He’s watching you under half-lidded eyes and his chest is heaving. Each thrust draws a delicious gasp out of him, driving you crazy. Your hand goes in the front of your shorts, to rub tight circles on your clit. “Oh God, are you touching yourself?
You moan around him again and nod, eyes falling closed from the pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Your free hand reaches between his legs, rolling his balls in your fingers, and his hips thrust deeper on their own accord.
You feel that familiar tightening and pull him deeper into your mouth, too far gone to notice your gag reflex as your nose brushes the neatly trimmed hair below his navel. Your orgasm hits you, moaning and whining around his cock, drool dripping down your chin.
“Jesus, you’re so pretty when you cum. Fuckfuckfuck I’m close. Where do you want me to-?”
Your hands fly to his ass and pull him deeper into your mouth, swallowing around him.
His hands tighten the grip on your hair as he cums with a broken moan and you swallow his salty spend.
He helps you to your feet and kisses you deeply, his chest rumbles as he tastes himself in your mouth. “Rowan, you are…” he trails off with a chuckle, “just, uh…wow”.
You smile and tuck him back in his pants. “I can get it myself, but do you want to help me put the frame together? It’s probably easier with 2 people. I can order some food?”
“Yeah, sounds great. I wouldn’t make you put it together yourself.”
“Thanks! Now where do you suggest I order from?” You say stepping around him to find your phone, landing a sharp swat to his right butt cheek. You smirk to yourself as he sucks in a breath.
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You slip a shirt on, forgoing a bra, and order the food while Bradley starts on the frame. You help him after, and are almost done with it when the food arrives.
You take a break to eat on your bedroom floor and laugh as he tells you stories about growing up with Sunny.
“… and that’s how I broke my arm the second time. The worst part was that I was the one who got in trouble, even though she pushed me. She cried though, and admitted to it…after my mom got through with me, of course. She used to be like the little sister I never wanted, but I’m so glad to have her now.”
“I think you were just a naughty little boy” you wink, “but yes, she really is the best. I feel so bad we drifted apart when she was dating her ex. I didn’t realize at the time how awful he was treating her, I wish I would’ve known. I could’ve helped her” you say, poking at your food. You’ll always feel bad for missing the signs was she was being mistreated.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. She was good at hiding it, and by the time we-Jake, Nat, and I, realized how bad it was, we ended up deployed for 4 months with little to no phone privileges. Thankfully she kicked him to the curb, and Pete was home when she found him cheating. It’s sure been something to watch her come back alive being with Bobby-boy though.”
“Agreed. They’re perfect together. How long ‘til he pops the question you think?”
“Less than a year, guaranteed.” He replies, his lip quirking.
“That long? I was thinking 6 months.”
“It wouldn’t surprise me. He’s crazy about her.”
“That he is. I wonder what that’s like, being so head over heels for someone, knowing them as well as you know yourself, unable to imagine life without them? I hope I have that someday. I didn’t really believe it was possible until my dad met my stepmom. I was so angry and jealous at the time that I didn’t see how beautiful it was to watch them fall in love. I don’t know how she ever forgave me for how awful I was.” You sigh, still embarrassed years later at your behavior.
“You were just a kid, who had her dad to herself for years. It’s understandable. I probably would’ve been the same way if my mom would’ve dated.”
You hum in agreement and finish eating. He finishes the frame and you can hear things moving as you as you wash the dishes you used.
You walk back into the bedroom to find him pulling on the last pillowcase. He’d finished the frame, pulled the mattress onto it, and made your bed.
Those unexpected tears are back and you try to blink them back as you walk over to hug him from behind, but a few escape your eyes.
He can hear them in your voice as you thank him for everything he helped you with today and he turns to lift your chin. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you laugh wetly. “I just-I’m used to doing everything on my own, no one’s taken care of me in years. We just met and you spent your entire day off helping me, without being asked. Sorry, I’m not usually a crier, I don’t-“
“It’s okay. I was just afraid I overstepped.” He kisses you so tenderly that more tears start. “I’d love it if you’d let me take care of you, any way you’ll let me.”
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A/N: Ew, so fluffy at the end there 😂 kidding, kidding.
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