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Bc I'm awful at going to bed on time these days, I'm taking a moment before sleeping to tell you that thou art most wondrous (pulled you are great through a Shakespeare translator and i have Questions about Great being translated to Wondrous but ah well)
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@deck-of-dragons @odderancy @nom-the-skel
do you ever read a fanfic that’s just SO well written that you JUST
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It's not my fault EverythingFox owns Tumblr now! They have 50% of the market share on animal cuteness here.
This is slowly becoming Deck's Fox Blog and I am *here* for it. XD
It is and it’s your fault for sharing that fox blog with me. xD
I’m all right with that though. :)
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Another absolutely wonderful story from Odd!!!
I guess I have a Robin Hood AU now
Twistfell @itsladykit
This was not how this was supposed to go.
The journey had lasted four days. That was two days longer than it was supposed to. Finally they seemed to be on the right track toward their destination, after walking around in the forest for much too long. The Sherwood Forest was enormous and their path foreign. After getting the vials of arrow poison they’d been sent out to get from Blackberry’s little pharmacy, the road had been full of English soldiers, and so they had escaped into the forest and lost their way for a good while.
As he hit the last wooden bolt for the last time, and it sank down deep into the dirt, he glanced up at the now standing tent. Nearby, Twist clapped his hands together as he saw Edge was finished, sauntering over with his arms full of firewood. A bow hung on his back, and a quiver full of arrows at his hip. Edge’s soul warmed at the sight of his grin.
A crow cawed in the distance, the sound echoing between the dark trees as night fell over the forest. Pines and firs towered above them, making it near impossible to get even a glimpse of the sky. Shadows seemed to billow as the faint breeze rustled the tree crowns. Despite its ominousness, Edge didn’t much worry. They were both some of the most competent fighters in their group of outlaws.
The wood clattered as Twist carelessly dropped it to the ground, just next to the fireplace. “Lookin’ good, darlin’,” he commented, nodding toward the tent.
Edge hummed, smirking at him as he put down the hammer into the bag just as Twist knelt down to start a fire. He joined him there, on the fir-needle-covered ground. “Obviously. Are you doubting my abilities?”
“O’ course not.” Twist sounded amused as he started to stack the firewood into squares. His golden eyelight sparkled as he winked at Edge. “Jus’ appreciatin’ yer beautiful work. It’s almost as pretty as ya.”
The smallest tint of red appeared on Edge’s cheeks, but he quickly squashed. Even then he couldn’t help the way the corners of his mouth tinted upwards.
Shaking his head, he grabbed the tinder-box. Hitting the pieces against each other, he soon had a spark, and then small flames flickered into life. As he leaned down to blow on it, his head thumped against Twist’s, who’d apparently had the same idea. The other chuckled, rubbing the spot as he leaned back again. “Whoops. Careful.”
“Yeah, yeah. Did you find dinner?”
Twist’s grin only grew as he proceeded to back a few steps and fish up a rope tying two limp rabbits up from the high grass. “Obviously. Are ya doubting my abilities now, sweetheart? I’m hurt.”
Rolling his eyes, Edge couldn’t help but mirror the grin. “Well what are you waiting for then? An invitation? Skin them so we can eat. I’m starving.” They hadn’t eaten more than some wild fruit all day, too busy finding their way home to the camp. Any day spent away was another day the Sheriff might find it, and they wouldn’t be there to help defend it, to help those who couldn’t fight escape.
“Bossy,” Twist mumbled, his eyelight sparkling as he did as asked. He was effective, and soon finished. As soon as the first rabbit was ready for cooking, Edge grabbed it and put it over the fire to be roasted. As the scent of cooking meat spread across their camp, Twist slid down next to him, intertwining their fingers. It sent sparks up Edge’s arm.
In the dark forest, the flames seemed brighter than ever, and the colour of them danced over Twist’s scarred bones. Edge eyed him appreciatively, causing Twist to wiggle his eyebrows. “See somethin’ ya like?”
“Yes.” No use denying it. His soul flipped as delight lit up Twist’s face.
“Charmer,” Twist murmured, lifting their intertwined hands to his mouth before pressing a kiss to Edge’s knuckles. Well. Perhaps saying it was unfortunate he’d fallen in love was quite far from the truth. He smiled, pulling free so he could draw Twist into his chest. Twist sighed happily, shifting to make himself comfortable. He may not quite be willing to admit for everyone else he had fallen in love yet, but this was good.
Suddenly, Twist sat straight. Edge yelped as the other shoved his back down on the ground, grinning at him. Edge shuddered as a finger ghosted over his mandible, into one of the deeper scars here. “Hey, love. We’ll soon be back in the camp. Why don’t we have some fun while we’re alone?”
Huffing in amusement, Edge grasped his arms, flipping them over. Twist didn’t look very displeased as he suddenly was beneath Edge, wiggling his eyebrows again. Edge leaned down until his face was just millimetres away from Twist’s. “I’m not oppos-”
A twig cracked in the forest. They both froze, and he immediately rolled of the other, reaching for the sword he’d laid on the ground a while ago, rising into a squat as Twist quietly got his bow once more. The footsteps weren’t quiet as they closed in on them, and Twist drew his bow. Then, suddenly, a shape stepped out from the trees. The purple-clad skeleton raised an eyebrow as he leaned against the closest pine.
Twist gaped. “Cash? How th’ fuck did ya find us?”
“It’s not hard,” Cash replied, snorting. The young noble pushed himself off the tree, coming to join them by the fire. He didn’t sit, however. He was probably too worried about getting dirt on his fancy suit. “I’ve got rangers all over this forest. They finally found your camp, and immediately rode for me, as commanded.” He stared at the spot where Twist had been lying with Edge over him just moments before. “Were you really planning on having sex in the goddamn forest? On a bed of pine needles?”
“None of your business,” Edge said stiffly, glaring at him as he put away his sword and sat down again. “Why are you here?”
“My beloved brother has a gold transport coming.” Cash smirked, and the light in his uncovered eye flickered in glee. “I thought you’d might like to relieve him off it. I’ll give you the exact route, and amount of guards: in exchange for a price, obviously.”
Edge grunted. “Twenty percent as usual?” They had a standing arrangement. As Cash would be just as happy as them to see the King dethroned, he’d assist them in their endeavours to make it so – as long as he got parts of everything they stole with his assistance. But he would only talk with them, for whatever reason. Or more exactly, Twist, and whoever he had assured Cash was trustworthy. Neither of them would tell Edge why, much to his annoyance.
“Indeed.” Cash held out his hand, and after exchanging a gaze with Twist, Edge shook it.
“Well!” Twist gestured toward the rabbit. “Care ta join us fer dinner, darlin’?”
Snorting, Cash shook his head. “Unfortunately, I’ve been called to court, and if I fail to show up tonight His Majesty will likely have my home searched. I can’t have them finding the spoils, so I am afraid I must decline. Tragic.”
They watched as he nodded goodbye and disappeared into the forest once more. Undoubtedly did he have a horse nearby. There was no way Lord Cash would walk this deep into the forest. As soon as his steps died out, Twist chuckled, and slid into his lap, grinding down.
“Well, sweetheart. That’s business fer tomorrow. Where were we?”
Edge grinned and pulled him down into a kiss. The sound of their teeth clacking together was loud in the dark forest.
#undertale#fanfic#twistfell#swapfell#underfell#ficrec#odderancy#camping#Robin Hood au#absolutely adorable babies#i love them
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Can confirm. Great shit comin' our way!
Here’s a line I like from a fic I have been working on and it keeps getting longer so I can’t post it yet ;w;
“The other bunny—the one I ate. I didn’t eat him.”
“You’re not makin’ sense, Boss.”
#fic rec#lycovore#is it a ficrec if it isnt even written yet???#i cant believe ive used this tag twice#undertale#vore
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These new bumpers for "スケルトンを抱いてもいい?" look amazing!!!
Screens for streaming with Spot and Sans :3
#undertale#lycovore art#artrec#sans#spot#xd#the episode title is#スケルトンを食べでもいい?#thanks lyco for the translation
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Also Lancer seemed to have trouble making friends (well honestly even a friend.) So Ralsei might be partly relieved that his brother has finally found someone who can handle him in social settings...
...And then realize that their dad is gonna kill them when he finds out that Lancer's first real friend is a terroristic Lightner who regularly attacks his citizens.
Okay but Ralsei is a prince with an empty kingdom (which is weird), and Lancer is the Prince of Aces.
So just take a moment to consider if Ralsei had, instead of living in his empty kingdom, grown up in Lancer’s castle, and then become Lancer’s adopted older brother once Lancer came to be
Now imagine Ralsei chasing after Lancer and trying to keep his strange little brother safe from Susie because she seems violent and dangerous and wait what they’re friends now how
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This post (without this lovely addition) has been making circles around my dash and it makes me sick every time. I worry for my NSWF friends in fandom, *especially* the ones with fetishes and abnormal styles. I even said to one of my friends that I felt it wasn't safe in fandoms anymore.
I'm *so* thankful that somebody spoke up about this. Thank you! And please be respectful. Don't view something you don't want to see!!!
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A good child
Just a fluffy boy <3
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Lancer is basically Underswap Sans and thats pretty neat.
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*incoherent screaming*
Coronation
Swapfell
Warnings: mention of violence, death. Technically major character death, counting from Undertale-perspective rather than this fic’s perspective
The day had come. After months of civil war and national anxiety, the Underground was finally under control again. Under Razz’s control. Looking himself over in the mirror, he exhaled slowly. More scars had been added to his collection, and they had all been enhanced with makeup. Countless medals glittered on the chest of his uniform – the uniform of the supreme commander of the Underground. The monarch.
Fingering on one of the medals, he turned around. It was the last medal Queen Toriel gave him as he crushed yet another group of rebels. It was only days before her assassination. A confusing mix of emotions washed over him as he thought of it, just like every time he thought of his Queen. She’d caused him more pain than anyone else, but he also owed her everything. Shaking his head, he swept his eyes over the room.
It was a royal changing room. Purple draperies covered the walls, and there was a painting of the former royal family, although the faces of the Prince and former King had both been ripped open by sharp claws. Unease coiled in his stomach as Queen Toriel stared down on him, her dark eyes piercing his soul. He’d have to get rid of it. In an elegant couch on the other side of the room, his brother laid, gnawing on an apple. Just like him, Slim wore a uniform. This was a pivotal moment in their lives, in the history of the Underground, and everything had to be perfect.
Finally, he turned toward the servant backed into a corner. A green bunny. As soon as they realized his eyes was on them, they hurried out, bowing deeply. A red silk pillow rested in their hands, and on it, glittering in the light from the chandelier in the ceiling, laid Razz’s future. The crown.
A redesigned one, made specifically for him. The pale gold and amethysts called out for him. Razz’s mouth curled into a smirk as he took it in both his hands, turning back to the mirror. He watched himself as he lifted it up over his head. His smirk widened as he lowered it and it slid down perfectly on his head.
Twisting around, he clasped his hands behind his back. Slim looked up at him, grinning. “Ready, brother?” Razz asked, stepping forward. “We’ll take the Underground with storm.”
Throwing his legs of the couch, Slim rose. His grin widened as he bowed low, though he never broke eye contact. “Show the way, Your Majesty.”
As they stepped out in the corridor, Alphys immediately joined them, looking them over with a raised eyebrow. She nodded. They had her approval, it seemed. “Why did it take so fucking long time, asshole?”
“Perfection takes time, Alph.” They quickly made their way through the palace hallways, and the heels of his boots echoed between the stone walls. Everyone immediately moved out of their way, except for the few guards Alphys commanded to join up with them. “You can’t stress it.”
She snorted but said nothing more. As they made their way through the great hall, his eyes glazed over the new glass windows in there. They had been made as quickly as possible, depicting the civil war. He saw himself, surrounded by dust and eye blazing, beheading one of the rebel leaders. His brother in the background, backing him up, fighting his own enemies. Soon there would be one for this day as well.
Before them, their destination towered. An enormous oak door leading out to the balcony Queen Toriel had used to address her subjects. Royal guards were positioned outside of it, and as they caught sight of them, they opened the doors. Artificial light washed over them. Razz blinked but resisted the urge to raise a hand and shield himself. Soon, he’d gotten used to it.
Exchanging a last look with Alphys, who stepped in behind him together with Slim, he straightened his back and stepped outside.
Hundreds of monsters spread out below the balcony, kept on a safe distance by guards. Razz stepped up to the railing and grinned. His. Confidence surged through him and his soul skipped a beat. They were his. All of this, all the Underground, was rightfully his. As Queen Toriel’s chosen heir, and as its conqueror in the civil war.
“Monsters of the Underground,” he said, loud and clear. A murmur travelled through the crowd far below as they all turned to stare at him. Hundreds of eyes on him, and he loved it. “The civil war has ended, and we stand victorious. The monarchy stands victorious. The Royal Guard stands victorious. The people of the Underground stand victorious. And I, Sans Gaster, stand before you today as the rightful ruler of the realm, by Queen Toriel’s choice and by the right of the strongest. My whole life, I have served Queen Toriel to my best ability and more, and now, I will serve you.”
With those words, he took a step to the side so Alphys could join her. She was in full armour – the very same armour she’d wore as she fought for their queendom. Another huge scar run down her nose where a rebel almost had dusted her, before Slim had stepped in and dusted them instead. Her expression was solemn as she held up the Queen’s trident. The silence was deafening.
Turning toward her, Razz forced away his grin. After fixing the minimal faults in his posture, he waited. She lowered it to his shoulder and he held in a wince. It burned through the fabric. “As the Captain of the Royal Guard,” she declared, “and the last remaining member of Queen Toriel’s council, by the Angel I declare you, Sans Gaster, the ruler of the Underground.”
She lowered the trident, handing it to him. Soon, he’d put it away somewhere, but for now, he gripped it hard with his right hand, keeping his left behind his back. They turned back to the masses. “Bow before your ruler, King Sans the First.”
Excitement rushed through him as Alphys and the guards saluted him, as most of the monsters below knelt on the ground. The few who didn’t were soon forced to their knees or dusted. Even Slim bowed, although Razz did not care much for that. Placing both his hands on the railing, he inhaled deeply, grin returning with full force. The air tasted of dust and blood and perfume. It tasted like his kingdom.
…
Hours later, after dining with the few remaining nobles whose disgruntlement over having a lower-class soldier on the throne wasn’t as well hidden as they thought, and planning the coming day, Razz sank into an armchair in his new parlour with a sigh. It had red and black walls and black furniture, and he’d spent more than one evening having tea with Queen Toriel in here. His feet ached. He unbuttoned the first buttons of his jacket while placing the crown on the coffee table with another. Sighing in relief, he dropped his head back on the backrest.
Suddenly, the door slid open. It squeaked loudly – no rooms in the monarch’s chambers was oiled enough to be soundless. It was a safety measure. Opening an eye, he asked, “Sli-?”
“Close, but no, Your Majesty,” a dark voice said, and Razz groaned. He sat up just in time to see his visitor pull down his hood, revealing a cracked skeletal face and two eyelights: one orange and one pink. The Riverman grinned gleefully as he regarded the elegant room.
Razz rubbed his temples, although the corners of his mouth twisted upwards just a little bit. “Good evening to you too, dad.”
#Undertale#fanfiction#ficrec#odderancy#Swapfell#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA???#I LOVE THIS#Razz is best queen#Absoutely fab#Razz is gonna either make the underground a paradise or burn it to the ground#there is no in between
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Cant belive I forgot to reblog this lol. What an awesome story ^^
Bonus scene illustrations from that fic I just posted, [Some Days the Bunny Gets You].
Top: Afterward, Bluebunny presents Stretch with a jacket (and gets cleaned off).
Middle: Good ending!
Bottom: Bluebunny meets Slimwolf, and Slim is into it. Hat tip @dandelions-sea
#vore#hard vore#undertale#blue#slim#red#stretch#i was so happy to see my shitpost idea of slim being into this#i think these are some of the best drawings yet by lyco#artrec
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!! Thank you for this wonderful review. It really did make my day. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
As for your question, I would be very happy to see it translated. Anyone is free to do with my work as they please ^u^
Sushi Chop Suey Chapter 1
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(Based on Harpooned by @deck-of-dragons)
(Sorta)
After a life threatening injury Cringe, a mermaid abandoned by the only people he has ever had in his life, is picked up by a fellow mer-skeleton who happens to find him while on patrol. However, all kindness comes with a price, and it seems that this mer-person is looking for a mate…
(It is my head Cannon that SwapFell Sans is called Cringe and SwapFell Papyrus is called Vermilion , and since I may never get another chance to use those names those are the ones I went with here. Enjoy)
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Afficher davantage
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@deck-of-dragons @alicedragons @itsladykit
writing tip #700:
your characters are like geodes
if you want to see what they’re really made of
you must break them
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