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carnation-damnation · 4 months

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Man for a game that required you to read between the lines and force you to parse through bits and pieces of lore in order to get the full story some Undertale fans sure love to reject canon because it isn't shoved directly in their faces

#See: the transness of chara frisk napstablook kris etc ..#see also; more morbidly: the age of the child protagonist #Someone saw the phrase 'up to interpretation' and spread it through the fandom like a disease back in 2016 #Alright last post about undertale horrors for a year. good morrow #Dont mischaracterize my post. love you

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dethspllz · 1 year

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i never post on tumblr but somehow i have 100+ followers SOOOO

ive been thinking abt making an undertale comic around gaster and posting it on here + twt (ill post it once im done w it) but before i actually start the process, i wanna know what type of stuff you guys would wanna see in it! any characters/scenarios? i wanna make ppl happy with this especially bc its my first ever comic so i wanna give ppl what they want :3

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the-meme-monarch · 7 months

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ive seen so many people draw that first meme w the kfc gang and i Love it i just thought it was funny with my aus/theories strange someone frisk and knight chara being Damn Nuisances for kris and being. older than them

and also thinking abt my headcanons for how frisk was able to become possessed and how that might mean for kris (their dialogue is based on this art of mine here) consider this perhaps a post-game were ssfrisk is No Longer attempting to take the SOUL back and kris and the SOUL are. amicable.

also narrator chara and ssfrisk are both From the undertale timeline but chara being dead they didn’t age. knight chara is deltarune’s chara. just to catch everyone up one Just The Hell I’m talking about

#also tweaked my damb ssfrisk design Again. sorry #i felt like their dark world fit having 2 delta runes looked too cluttered #so they have an. empty heart. :)#death mention #suicide implied #the art gallery #deltarune #strange someone frisk #knight chara #both of these things I could’ve and probably would’ve made more sense if I drew them in the light world but Whatever

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fandomartist1273 · 3 months

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I got tired of seeing Chara and frisk only aged up to sexualize them so I made NORMAL AGED UP DESIGNS FOR THEM THAT ARE BIBLICALLY ACCURATE THEY TOLD ME THEMSELVES THESE ARE RIGHT

Uh anyways consumed at the thought of them going to uni together

#undertale #undertale frisk #frisk undertale #frisk dreemurr #chara dreemurr #undertale chara #chara undertale #asriel dreemurr #undertale asriel #asriel undertale

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totallylulalutiacreations · 6 months

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Last days! I'm gonna extend it to Sunday the 12th.

I have 1 slot left for Edge, Blue, Papyrus, and Ink.

2 Slots left for Error and Wine

I won't draw Frisk or chara with them, but other Oc, self inserts, and characters I will. Just as long as they're legal age!

If interested, hit me up here on Ko-fi!

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dailyralsei · 8 months

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happy 8th anniversary, undertale! (commissioned by lily The_Real_TLG on twitter!) image description written by lily

Frisk and Chara, aged up to around 17, are walking together, holding hands and blushing slightly while having a mostly one-sided chat where Chara is infodumping about something non-specific. Both are smiling. From the camera's perspective, Frisk is on the left and Chara is on the right.

Frisk is wearing an all-black button-up cardigan closed halfway. Underneath is a purple t-shirt with the Delta Rune logo in white like Toriel's dress, only slightly visible. They're wearing white sneakers. For legwear, wearing a knee-length flared skirt of any dark color that fits the rest of the outfit. They also have a bag between their right arm and body, with the strap on the shoulder. There are three badges on the bag: one with the non-binary flag, one with the asexual flag and one that's the Mercy button, much like the real-life one from Fangamer (www.fangamer.com/collections/undertale/products/undertale-mercy-or-fight-enamel-pin-set). Finally, accessories: a small non-brand band-aid on the left cheek and a silver heart locket around their neck.

Chara is wearing a black hoodie closed all the way, but slightly peeking out from the bottom is green fabric similar to what they wore in game. The hoodie has a badge for the transgender flag and a badge with a red heart, much like your soul in UT, on the right side. They're wearing brown/beige chino pants with a slightly faded color, signifying use. They're also wearing black sneakers, much like Frisk. They're wearing a brown backpack with the right strap on their right arm, hanging loosely. For accessories, they're wearing a gold heart locket around their neck, matching with Frisk.

The scene takes place on a road in a walkable city. The road has lines of trees on the sides, but from the camera's perspective, only one row of trees is visible. Furthermore, there is a road behind the line of trees. No one else is on the road.

I'd also like to mention their bodies. Neither of them have any prominent sex characteristics, so no breasts and no facial/body hair. Both of them are at a medium weight, their torsos roughly the same as this, but very slightly less fridge-shaped: https://twitter.com/youtobeOK/status/1692748742322221492

#undertale #frisk #frisk undertale #chara #chara undertale #undertale fanart

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shimmershy · 1 year

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Thunderstorms (Undertale Fanfic)

The fanfic I kept talking about is finally finished! >:) I haven't written a full story in ages, so it's not the best thing in the world, and I feel like the pacing leaves a lot to be desired, but I enjoyed writing it. Also, I came up with the idea in like... 2020, so I'm mostly just glad I finished it at all lol.

Summary:

The rain outside your window is loud, but your thoughts are louder. Now that everyone's settled onto the surface, even you, the past is behind you for good, but your bittersweet memories are endlessly trying to crawl their way out of the recesses of your mind to take hold of you again. You don't think you would be able to handle this on your own. Luckily, you don't have to. (Written from Chara's POV, second person.)

Characters: Chara and Frisk

Word count: 4,465 words

(Ao3 link in reblog!)

You awake to a buzzing in your head, a stabbing in your eye, and a flash of light from outside. Thunder booms, rattling you to your bones. Your heart beats violently in your chest as you sit up and tilt your head up to the glowing stars on your ceiling to catch your breath.

The rest of your room is dark and silent, save for the hammering of rain outside and the steady, quiet breathing from across the room, Frisk’s. Another flash fills your vision, momentarily illuminating the room before casting it into shadow again, and another crash of thunder follows – barely two seconds after, you note. As your pulse returns to normal, you notice the prickly yet comfortable chill in the air. As the panic ebbs from your body, you find yourself alone in the dark.

Reflexively, you bring your hand up to your left eye, only to wince in pain as your fingertips brush the petals clustered there. Right, right. You’d forgotten. You groan and wrap your arms – also speckled with little clusters of golden petals – around yourself. Another nightmare, you conclude. By some stroke of luck, none of the details stuck with you, but you can still feel the darkness and the fear in the corners of your consciousness, lingering with all the allure of a memory just out of your reach. Perhaps if you weren’t so used to this routine already you could find it within yourself to be frustrated, but right now you just feel tired. You know you won’t be getting back to sleep tonight, though. You never do after a nightmare.

Part of you wants to go to Mom – she could offer you a hug and some comforting words, which you could really use right now – and another part of you wants to wake up Frisk – they’d understand – but the part of you that wins out is the one that doesn’t want to be a burden. So you stay curled up on your bed and listen to the rain instead.

The drops on the window are so thick and so numerous that they all just coalesce and run down the glass in a single, constant stream. You keep trying to single out a couple to watch them race, but none of them last long before melding with the rest of the raindrops. The water distorts your view of the backyard; it’s a sorry sight, all mud and leaves.

The weather has been like this nonstop lately. It feels like the dark clouds are here to stay, permanently, like this is your new reality and you have no choice but to get used to it. You don’t mind it, really. You’ve always liked the rain. Besides, having a body of your own again means you’re sensitive to things like the sun and the heat, and you absolutely hate it, to say the least. The sun can stay hidden for as long as it desires. But you can tell it bothers Frisk a lot. You can always tell when something is bothering Frisk; after sharing a soul with them for so long, there’s very little they can hide from you. Staying cooped up at home isn’t their speed at all – they’d rather be out exploring or playing with their friends – but there isn’t much that can be done with all this rain. Unlike you, they thrive in warm and happy places, and this bleak weather has been weighing them down like a sack of boulders.

That’s the thing about Frisk. Everything about them exudes warmth, really. Their selflessness, their optimism, their smile… They really are the “sunshine child”, aren’t they? They��re the kid who could show mercy to a kingdom full of monsters trying to steal their soul. They’re the kid who could stay determined through it all, so much so that not even death could stop them. You feel a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, tinged with bitterness. They’re the kid who broke the barrier, and they’re the kid who saved monsterkind. They were able to do what you failed to do, and then they found a way to bring you back, too, just to tie everything up with a pretty, perfect little bow. Because “everyone deserves a second chance”, as they say.

It makes you want to laugh.

…

You pull the blanket tighter around yourself instead.

At first it bothered you, the way they’re so much better than you, that they succeed in absolutely every area you fail. It was certainly…painful, to watch them clean up all your mistakes so easily, to see how perfect they were, in everything they did. But eventually you realized that they definitely weren’t perfect, actually. They were just a lot better at acting as if they were. In some ways, the two of you are like two sides of the same coin, and with time, you’ve grown to love that. Haven’t you? They even out your rough edges. They keep you grounded and stop you from doing stupid things. And in return, you’re their voice of reason, a loyal friend who will listen and won’t hold back an honest opinion. Not to mention a practically limitless source of information who will gladly (and proudly) help them with their homework.

The fact that they tolerate your near-constant presence at all confuses you, but…you’re glad they do. What would you do without them? Honestly?You glance over at them, snuggled up in the covers on their bed across the room. You don’t even want to think about what you’d do. You surely couldn’t handle living again, or the complications that come along with doing so, or just being here, without them. It was their idea to try to help you get a body of your own again, but of course you’d agreed, because you had been sure you’d intruded on their life enough already. They’d followed through with it, too, all the way to the end, despite all the moments when it seemed impossible.

The pattering of the rain continues steadily in your ears as you reminisce. They had stayed right there by your side when you stepped into the sunlight on your own two feet for the first time in so long. They sat there at the top of the mountain with you for what felt like hours while you took everything in, felt the sun on your skin and the blades of grass between your fingers, and they waited until you felt ready to see everyone else again. They held your hand when you saw your parents, when Mom and Dad could finally see you standing right there in front of them, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to push all the words you wanted to say past the lump in your throat. They didn’t complain when your grip became so tight you worried you might break their fragile fingers. They know how hard all of this is for you, and they don’t mind spending time with you when you don’t want to be alone. They feel more important to you than the heart in your chest that shouldn’t even be able to beat anymore.

They understand you in a way no one else does, in a way you doubt anyone else ever could. You wish there was a way to tell them just how much they mean to you, but you know by the time all those feelings are condensed into words they become nearly meaningless anyway. It almost makes you wish you still shared a soul with them, so they could understand your feelings just as clearly as you could understand theirs, but something tells you they already understand, to some extent. You hope so.

You groan and pull your blanket over your head, as if you’re trying to quiet your thoughts with it. Even with the rain, it’s too quiet. And your thoughts are too loud, like a bunch of buzzing bumble bees that could sting at any moment. You don’t want to be awake right now. You don’t really want to be asleep, either. You need to leave your room.

Sneaking another glance at Frisk’s side of the room to make sure they’re still asleep, you slip out of your bed and pad to the door as quietly as you can. Of course your blanket is still wrapped around you. For comfort. The door doesn’t creak very much, luckily. You know how inconsistent it can be. You’re cautious as you shut it behind you.

The hallway seems to swallow you up tonight. You can still hear the rain, but it sounds more distant in this part of the house, and everything looks like a shadow in the darkness that your eye is slowly adjusting to. You ignore it and make your way downstairs to the kitchen. Maybe you could make yourself some hot chocolate, make the best of being awake against your will. You think there were some packets in the cabinet.

Gentle, dim light streams in through the kitchen window. As you make your way to the cupboard to grab a mug, you’re overwhelmed with a sense of peace and tranquility. You feel it in every part of you. There really is nothing to compare with the feeling of being alone in the middle of the night, with the sound of rain enveloping you. You’re glad that none of the bedrooms in this house are very close to the kitchen, because the microwave can be a little loud. You lean against the counter as the mug spins round and round inside of it, humming away.

You have a better view of the backyard down here. There isn’t much to be seen in the middle of the night with all this pouring rain, but your house backs onto a peaceful forest that you and Frisk have explored many times. There’s a small creek a little ways in – you’re sure it must be overflowing by now – and a huge, fallen tree with clusters of mushrooms growing from it in various places. It must have kept watch over the forest for well over one hundred years before meeting its inevitable fate, certainly the oldest tree in your backyard. It must have been around since before you climbed Mount Ebott even. The first time you and Frisk came across it, you picked up a few flowers laying nearby and set them on the rotting log, and the two of you held a little mock funeral for it. You felt somewhat bad about, ironically, outliving it, which must sound strange, but Frisk understands.

With all this rain, the flowers must be long gone by now.

The lightning and thunder are almost simultaneous now. You jump a little as the kitchen is flooded with light, and in that moment, the microwave starts beeping. Shoot. You rush to open the door and take the mug out and almost burn your fingers in the process. You must’ve gotten too lost in thought.

Setting the mug on the table, you pour in the hot chocolate powder and begin to stir. The spoon makes a little ting! each time it hits the side of the mug. You try to direct your thoughts in a less dangerous direction, more towards thinking of the future rather than reflecting on the past. What are you going to do tomorrow? (Or, well, later today. A quick glance at the microwave’s little digital clock tells you it is past midnight.) Maybe you could read a book, or work on your most recent knitting project. Even if the rain did let up eventually, it would be too wet and muddy to do much outdoors.

The hot chocolate is still very hot, but you brave a sip anyway, because of course you do. Bad idea. Now your mouth is on fire. You squint your eye in disappointment.

Hopefully Dad’s garden is still salvageable after all of this. You know how much effort he puts into maintaining it, and you enjoy helping out with it whenever you visit. You would hate to see all that hard work go to waste, and just when it was finally getting somewhere, too.

It always felt weird, when you thought about it for too long. You used to garden with Dad when you lived in the underground, too. You used to drink tea with him in the living room and have long talks, just like you do now. You used to sit and read with Mom, and knit sweaters in your room when you had nothing better to do. Sometimes it was as if nothing had changed, and you didn’t always know how to feel about that, because eventually, your mind would bring up everything that had changed. And that was a slippery slope of drudging up memories you would much rather leave buried.

You blow on your hot chocolate a bit and take another sip. Luckily, it doesn’t burn off what few taste buds you have left this time. It tastes like warmth and bittersweet memories and home. You feel the slightest tug on your heart and close your eye.

Mount Ebott isn’t visible from the kitchen window, but you picture it in your mind anyway, shrouded in dark clouds and pouring rain, looming in the distance against a dark sky. You don’t have to try very hard; it’s a familiar image. You were ten years old, and your world was hell. It was a mountain, and it promised an escape. You could think of no greater force between two pieces of the universe.

At first, you had been disappointed when you woke up after the fall. But then Asriel found you, and the world didn’t seem quite so dark anymore.

You never deserved him. You knew that then, and you know that now. You…don’t want to think about him. You can feel guilt creeping in like thorns in your skin. Like the golden flowers that rooted themselves in your reanimated body, sharp and painful when you pull on them. You don’t want to think about him…

You hate being around Flowey. You wish you understood him, but you don’t. Time had created a rift between the two of you that not even the abilities of reality-bending determination could fix. It was hard to see him as the same person sometimes. It was harder not to feel guilty when you did. Even Flowey said so himself: Asriel died in that throne room years ago, and he was never coming back.

Your face feels wet and it’s not because of the rain. You let out a deep breath and take another sip of your hot chocolate. You wish you could just get over this – it’s certainly been long enough – but the past still infects your mind like weeds. Ironic, is it not? Ha.

But, no. Despite it all, you could still hear his voice in your head. Soft, as he asks, “Chara, can you tell me about the surface?” You can see the stars in his eyes as you tell him of the ones in the sky. You can feel his head on your shoulder as he yawns, his hands holding onto yours as he tells you you’re not a bad person. You can hear his shuddering breaths as he sits beside your bed and you can feel his fear as if it were your own and you feel a bullet through your- his- chest and-

A boom of thunder that you can feel at your very core startles you from your thoughts and before you know it, your mug has tumbled from your hands and collided with the floor in a manner that is far from quiet. The ensuing silence, however, is deafening.

You don’t even react to it right away. You just stand there and stare at the mess of shattered porcelain and hot chocolate on the floor with a blank expression on your face. You think, This might as well be a metaphor for my life. And then you make a move to clean it up.

Your hands are so shaky as you pick up the shards and there’s a well of frenzied energy building up in your throat. You kind of want to scream. The rain is still hammering against the earth outside. You think about how much Asriel would have liked thunderstorms.

…

You don’t notice the presence of another person in the room until Frisk’s avocado socks suddenly appear in your line of sight. You startle – again, embarrassingly enough – and look up, and sure enough, Frisk is looking at you with an expression of concern on their face.

“You okay?” they whisper. Their curly hair is sticking up all over the place, and they look about as tired as you feel. Immediately, you feel extremely guilty.

You nod. “It just slipped out of my hand... I’m sorry for waking you up.”

They shake their head as they kneel down to help you pick up the remains of the mug. “It was kinda hard to sleep with all the thunder anyways. Why’re you up?”

“Mm…” You hesitate. “Nightmare.” You’d almost forgotten that was why you were awake right now in the first place.

“You wanna talk about it?” they ask, glancing at you as they drop the shards into the trash.

“No, I don’t remember it. It was just hard to go back to sleep afterward.”

“Oh. Okay.”

For a minute, they quietly watch you clean up the hot chocolate with a wad of paper towels, fidgeting with their hands. Your eye is carefully trained on the ground, but you can practically feel them trying to think of something else to say.

“You should go back to bed. I will be alright on my own,” you say, knowing they don’t want to leave you alone right now, because they can probably sense your obvious agitation, can’t they? You don’t want them losing sleep for your sake, though. They’ve done that enough already.

Instead of responding, they grab a chair from the kitchen table and turn it around so that it’s facing the window, sitting down next to you with their knees curled up to their chest and their head resting on their crossed arms. They look at you expectantly.

You sigh and roll your eye but scoot your own chair next to them anyway. “You’ll be tired tomorrow,” you warn them as you get comfortable on the chair and bring your legs into a cross-legged position. “Then we will both be tired and grumpy. Is that what you want?”

They shake their head sharply and scrunch up their face. “Whatever!” They tug on the blanket you still have draped around your shoulders, so you slip it off and pass them one of the corners so the two of you can share. They smile and immediately drop their head onto your shoulder, leaning into you. You hesitate for a moment, but then you lean your head on theirs, too.

“I am more upset than I should be about that hot chocolate.” The sound of the rain fills the empty space between your voices. It almost sounds like it has calmed down a bit, but it’s still pattering away.

“Sorry,” they say.

You laugh. “It’s not your fault.”

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that you don’t need words when it’s just the two of you together. Just being there is enough. The fact that they’re there with you at all immediately makes you feel a little less on edge. It makes the rain seem even more peaceful somehow, now that you get to share it with someone. A flash of lightning illuminates the room, and moments later, the low rumble of thunder follows. It’s nice.

The distant tick of the clock in the living room keeps the time, and you almost think Frisk has fallen asleep with how quiet they’re being, but then their voice breaks the silence. “You’re sure you’re okay, though. Like, really okay?” It catches you off guard.

You open your mouth to reply but find that the words get stuck. Oh. You are okay… You are. But the way they said it makes you aware of a pressure behind your eye, and you think you’re about to cry again. You’re able to mutter out a small “I-”, but nothing else comes out.

Frisk doesn’t say anything, either. You get the impression that they’re waiting for something, and for a moment that makes a frustration build inside you, because you can’t give them what they want, you already told them you don’t want to talk about it, no matter how hard you try you’re never going to get better at letting yourself feel things like they want you to- And now you’re even mad at yourself for getting frustrated with them. You don’t want to be like this. You don’t even…

“I don’t feel like I’m supposed to be here,” you finally say. Your voice sounds small.

Hm. You thought you had gotten over this, too.

“I know,” Frisk says. And of course they do. Of course they do. You can’t tell whether that’s comforting to know or not, but…it encourages you to continue.

“I’m…tired of feeling that way.”

Frisk reaches over to hold your hand.

“I have been for a long time. I thought… I was stupid enough to think killing myself was the answer-” You choke out a laugh, but it might have been a sob. You can’t even tell. “I get to help my family, and in return, I am granted the sweet release of death. Two birds with one stone, right?” Laughter bubbles in your throat and it’s a mess as it escapes you. It’s embarrassing, but you can’t stop yourself. You think Frisk is hugging you – you can feel their arms around your shoulders – but your eye is closed and all you can think about is the bitter taste of buttercups.

“A lot of good that did, huh? I literally could not have failed harder if I’d tried.”

The flowers growing in the socket of your left eye sting. Saying all of this out loud makes you feel sick, but for some reason, right now, you feel like you have to get it out of you.

“My brother is dead, and somehow, I am still here. And I still feel the same! Ha ha! If anything it’s only gotten worse! I should be dead, what, twice over? Thrice? And that’s not even counting all the times we- you died, with all the Resets. Do those even count? Does it even matter…?”

Your awareness slowly slips back into the present moment as you wrap your arms around Frisk. Their presence makes you feel steady, grounded, as it always does, and you subconsciously clutch fistfuls of their sweater in your hands.

“Sometimes all of this just feels like a sick joke. I don’t know. Like…maybe one day, I’ll wake up back… back then, and none of it will have even been…real. Or maybe I won’t wake up at all, ha…”

And maybe that would be for the best.

“I do not deserve any of this…”

Frisk says, “I love you, Chara”, and nothing more.

And somehow, it is enough. You take a breath; it kind of stings your raw throat. “I love you too, Frisk.”

You think about how lucky you are to have them, at the very least.

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here. I think you’re s’posed to be here.”

You nod. It’s all you can manage right now. Because truly, you mean it when you say, what would you do without them? For a moment, you pause and try to soak everything in. You can’t tell whether you feel empty or…relieved. Both, probably. There’s a little bit of guilt there too as you catch a peek of morning sunlight reflected on the kitchen floor. The two of you must have been here for a while…

Finally you pull away from the hug and rub at your eye with the heel of your palm. “Jeez, I’m exhausted.”

“Yeah,” Frisk replies with laughter in their voice. “Whoops.”

You didn’t even realize, but outside, the rain has almost stopped, reduced to nothing more than a slight drizzle. You stretch a little as you stand up from your chair and walk over to the back door, which is on the other side of the room and glass so you can see right outside. It’s very cloudy, but there’s a little bit of light shining over the horizon.

“Oh. It’s kinda stopped raining,” Frisk says as they meet you by the door.

“You wanna go out there?”

“In my socks?” Their voice cracks with disbelief on the last word and you laugh.

“Just for a minute. I need some fresh air.”

Frisk sighs loud and dramatically as they sit on the ground to take their socks off. You open the door – cautiously, as Mom is still asleep and you know this one has a habit of squeaking – and are immediately greeted by a wave of cool air. The comforting smell of rain envelopes you. It’s called petrichor, if you remember correctly, and it’s actually the smell of the soil as it becomes moist, rather than the rain itself. Interesting.

“Ready!” Frisk hops up and bounces on their toes.

You hold the screen door open for them, and the two of you slip outside. Luckily, there’s a little wooden porch here so you don’t have to be standing in the mud, but even the porch is a little wet and slippery. It doesn't have a roof or a cover or anything, so the little sprinkles of rain pitter patter on the top of your head and tickle your cheeks and forehead as you tilt your face to the sky. Frisk is giggling to themself as they splash around in the puddles beside you.

You feel vulnerable. You feel free. You feel terrified… But you feel safe. You think to yourself, this is what it means to be alive. To feel raindrops on your skin, to splash in puddles with your sibling, to feel the relief that comes after crying and to wait for the sunrise. And you wish this was something you could understand all the time, something you could always keep in mind when your thoughts start drifting in dark directions again. It’s so easy to forget how beautiful the world can be sometimes, when you’re always stuck in the shadows. Sometimes you need someone to remind you of why you’re here.

Frisk reaches out to you and does a little grabby-hand motion, so you take their hand, and the two of you spin and dance around the porch, kicking up rainwater. For just a moment, everything that lead you to this moment feels worth it.

#safeutdr #Undertale #chara dreemurr #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #frisk dreemurr #chara #frisk #undertale fanfiction #Undertale Chara #Undertale frisk #frisk Undertale #Chara Undertale #my art #🌼

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ut-poppy-askblog · 7 months

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Okay, what is Poppy?

Throughout the Omega Timeline: Poppy's Story AU, I've realized that, beyond Poppy's origin, and her acquiring her SOUL, I've never truly delved into what Poppy is exactly. Though her """species""" is generously described as a "Ostensibly, Paper Human", that's not really true. Paper Frisk is unquestionably a paper human, so really, Poppy's true nature hasn't really been explained up until now. Though 4 years late, I've written up an entire post going over some things I've jotted down over the years of how she works.

Any addendums I may make will be listed at the bottom of the page.

What species is she?

I don't know

What is she, then?

(as seen in the Poppy's Origin comic)

Poppy was originally a drawing by a Chara, brought to life by Ink Frisk- whose magic specializes in bringing things to life through art. Though useful in a pinch, they would have never expected something like Poppy to come out of it. In this form, Poppy was essentially moving through the motions, doing as told. Though having some semblance of understanding of what was told to her, she lacked any means of communicating it.

Of course, this wasn't going to last forever, even if Core fed her magic food, the spell would eventually run its course. Thus, they resorted to one of the recently-rescued scientists: (a) W.D. Gaster. But everyone calls him Fling Ding.

(as seen in The Quality of You)

Through Fling Ding's efforts, Poppy was given an artificial SOUL, and was thus born anew. The SOUL inherited all of the body's thoughts and loose memories, and has thus become what Poppy is. This generally implies that Poppy IS the soul, that pilots a paper body. ... But, of course, it's a bit more complicated like that.

How is she 3D, if she's made out of paper?

(Core doesn't naturally have magic, they have to pull it out of a jar every time..)

This is achieved through an obscure spell that Core's learned of through their eternal omnipresence. This spell provides Poppy with all the perks of 3D. Though, of course, it also takes magic to uphold.

When young, Poppy would often be tired from attempting to uphold this spell. When she fell asleep, she would do so as 2D, then core would have to cast the spell at her in the morning. As years went by and her SOUL grew stronger however, she's rarely ever seen in 2D, even when sleeping.

Not to say she doesn't have days where she simply... Can't turn 3D at all. But they're few and far between. As long as she eats healthily, and has a good sleep schedule, it usually doesn't happen.

What does she eat?

Her diet consists of magic food, mostly. Given she does not have any digestive system, any physical food she may try to eat, sort of... Lounges in her mouth until she spits it out. She can taste it, but no one likes to chew on food for longer than needed. She also drinks regular water and whatnot.

Wait, but is she waterproof? Is water going to kill her? How can she drink?

I've pondered myself this many times. But, ultimately, I feel like Core wouldn't just... make her live a life where she is constantly afraid of the weather, or even washing dishes. So I believe she has some waterproof magic going on.

As for how drinking water or any non-magic liquid works for her, I'm not sure. Maybe her body just, naturally fizzles out the water with the magic.

Okay, how does she grow up?

Very good question! Poppy's bodies are drawings on paper after all. You would think that maybe, the body magically ages up. But, at least for this Poppy, it doesn't work like that.

Poppy's bodies are custom-drawn by the Chara who drew her originally (who doesn't really ask why core would need a life-size drawing of their character, they pay very good money) at every stage of her life. And it's not just one body per stage, no. Poppy is a slightly reckless person, so she's had her fair share of accidentally hurting herself.

So now to the gut of the question, how does she go from body to body? It's a fairly simple task, actually!

Whenever she jumps on a similar looking body, the process is quite seamless, but when she jumps onto a taller body— or, really, a body that's drastically different than her current one, it takes some readjusting.

"So that's not my left arm..."

However, after some time adjusting, she's up and ready to go again.

As for what happens with the previous bodies, however...

Core keeps them safely stored somewhere unknown.

Wait, hold on, could she possess any drawing? Even something baseless and meaningless like a scribble?

She could. But it's not exactly pleasant for her. It's like trying to steer a car that's a block of wood. But yes, besides those types of drawings, she could feasibly look like anyone or anything given enough time. Her voice would be a dead giveaway however.

How can she change clothes? Or cut her hair without damaging the paper? How can she speak without vocal cords? How can her body know what's under the clothes when it's drawn with clothes?

Magic. ... Honestly, magic. I just don't have a better explanation. But I would imagine that if, for example, you tried to cut her hair in 2D, that would lead to less-than-desirable results.

How much does she feel? Does she see the world differently?

Another excellent question, hypothetical reader. As I had written it originally in the askblog, I sort of liked the idea that Poppy had a very limited perception of the world. She couldn't feel anything touching or burning her, she could barely taste, she could barely smell. And she can hardly be aware of anything outside of her view (she doesn't have the gut feeling of feeling she has intimidating people next to her, for instance).

But with Core teaching her that everyone's not always as bad as they seem (especially with her found family choices), it's not like this last aspect has changed much.

But, as years went by, I had a very different idea. What I've said would remain true... through more or less the first few months or so of Poppy being in a new body. As her SOUL attuned to the body, she would slowly build more human-esque senses. And perhaps even more human characteristics as well such as sweating. These being rooted in Poppy's understanding of humans... so, mostly Dusted, Core, and Mon for a good while.

As for eyesight, I've had the idea she does see things different than you and I, but I'm just not sure how to convey it through drawing or writing, so it's generally remained shelved for the time being.

... And that's all she wrote! If anything needs adding, it will be done under this. For now, consider yourself a Poppy-ologist.

#undertale #undertale au #undertale oc #ot poppy story #ask poppy 2 #poppy birthday #bio #core frisk #dusted frisk #rust #ot cadence #gaster #chara #frisk #ink frisk #artist chara...?#not like i ever figured out a name for them

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thelunarsystemwrites · 2 months

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AgereTale.

(An undertale AU all about agere, petre, etc!)

After monsters were sealed underground, many fell into despair. They all had to grow up and face the reality—They'd never be free again.

It was dull, a hopeless and bland land. Monster children were forced to give up their childhoods to help research a way out, and the adults were stressed out of their minds.

Everything was so tense, so serious...

Until a human fell.

The human was a teen, messy brown hair with fair skin and soft pink eyes. Rosey cheeks and stress visible on their face.

Chara.

Their son Asriel found them, and brought them home. The human... acted childish, after they awoke. At first it confused the royal family, but not necessarily... made them feel bad?

No, no... if anything, it awakened a new sort of emotion in them.

Care, they wanted to care for them.

The human's SOUL was a soft pink, the same colour as their eyes. It had a warm glow.

Wonderous. It had the trait of Wonder.

And from that day forward,monster kind was shown a new way to cope.

Age regression, or dreaming. Petre as well, along with their caregivers. There suddenly wasn't such a rush to grow up, and everyone seemed more than happy to exist while enjoying the joys of youth.

Years went on, and while progress on a way to break the barrier was slow. It was much easier to handle, now that they had some sort of escape.

Extra lore under cut!

In AgereTale, age regression/dreaming, pet regression/dreaming, caregiving—It's all very much normalized! Shops that carry baby supplies also keep adult/teen sized little/middle gear!

Another thing, Monsters have hearts on their face, each meaning a different role!

Pink means the monster is an Age regressor!

Blue means the monster is a Pet regressor!

Purple means the monster is an Age dreamer!

Green means the monster is a pet Dreamer!

And yellow means they're a caregiver/babysitter!

Monsters can have all five at once, or a mixture of various colours!

The hearts come and go as suited. So a monster that recently became a caregiver will have a yellow heart appear on their face!

Here's an example of having all five hearts, like Papyrus!

Also, the fallen human Frisk is a teen as well! And they also have the pink trait, Wonder!

@zombiestar1934 figured you'd wanna see the Paps drawing!

And yes, this is a Canon part of the UTMV Agereverse! ^^

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thecluelessdoctor · 22 days

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Woohoo!! 500 followers let's go guys!! :DD

Genuinely I thank y'all sm.

For this occasion I have art I took 7 hours on

AH YES SO THIS IS MY REDESIGN OF PJ'S DAYCARE.

I completely removed the whole ship kid shit. It's just weird. Instead, I thought I would be a cute idea if the papyrus's were caretakers instead! So yeah sans and pap age swap fr/hj idk just role with it. Doing this made me realize how weird the concept of the original version was lmao

And they don't just take care of little sanses. They also take care of au frisk, charas, asriels/flowers, MKs, and various other characters and AUs!

So from right to left let's give names or smt idk

First up is UF pap/ Edge- the most stern and loud of the caretakers. He is the rule enforcer of the papyrus's, but despite his rough exterior he is rather soft. He is Redz older brother

Little horror tale sans/ Chompers- the youngest of the 4 other sanses, and the most bitey. When he's not sleeping he's probably 'hunting' as he calls it. Don't let him around the frisks or charas.

Little Underswap Sans/ blue- the most energetic and hyper of the sanses here. Despite his hyperness he is very smart and passionate about everything he does.

OG papyrus/ Papyrus- the main caretaker, and the most stressed. He always keeps track of everyone in some way, and seems to know everything about all the children in the daycare, even if it's their first day. He is the older brother to Sans.

Swap papyrus/ Honey or stretch- the laziest of the 4 papyruses, he's usually the one who takes care of nap time (as well as taking a nap himself). He is the older brother to Blue

Little fell sans/ Redz- the grumpiest of the kiddos, he's always seen picking a fight when not asleep. He is around the same age as blue, and has a unlikely friendship with blue.

Og sans/ sans- the oldest of the kids by far, but also the most tired. He sleeps for a disturbing amount a day.

Horror tale papyrus/ Cookie- the daycare 's main cook! Although looking disturbing, he's quite a sweetheart. However the kids seem scared of him, so he normally stays in the kitchen. And if he's not staying in the kitchen, he usually wears his scarf over his mouth. He is Chompers older brother.

And that's it for now <3 bye bye

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krispdreemurr · 2 months

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What do you think about FeralPhoenix? She used to be pretty active in the UTDR fandom back in the day.

folds face into hands. where do I fucking start with this asshole. the huge breasts on nonbinary children? the frisk whitewashing while she constantly talked up how dark her Chara and Frisk were? the racism and weird fixation on Japan? all the just-barely-aged-up porn? the intersexism and fetishism?

feral built a reputation for herself by providing soft Chara at a time when that was rare, and was able to push through the shipping thing, but like as time has gone on everything they've produced has just become more and more disturbing. in the modern utdr fandom we can finally be free of feral

#theres shit shes done im not even comfortable posting abt on my mostly teen-rated blog #heavy

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blurrymango · 2 months

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Y'know how in the NSFW world. Like, Undertail. Chara and Frisk are commonly aged up and put in basic-ass outfits and are made busty/phat-assed. It's kinda absurd. And dumb.

So uh. Have (my) Chara and Frisk thinking about that. Lmao. Look, they're like, middle schoolers in my version, that's puberty range for most people, that plus the childishness of "hehe boobs and butts" it's prime time for them to think about "OOOOO IF WE WERE GIRLS YOU'D HAVE THE PHATTEST ASS AND I'D HAVE THE BIGGEST BOOBS" and laughing about it.

(Featuring- Kris being disappointed and Unused Sprite/Vessel/Frara being very pissed off about the perceived fetishization of women, and Fusion Sprite/Chisk trying to keep Frara from storming those two dipshits.)

As per usual, both canon colors and my own.

#mango man speaks #mango man draws #digital art #digital drawing #undertale #deltarune #utdr #undertale chara #chara dreemurr #undertale frisk #frisk dreemurr #deltarune kris #kris dreemurr #undertale frara #undertale unused sprite #sill unsure how to tag for them. sigh.#undertale chisk #chisk

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