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ask-underfazverse · 7 months
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It was night time in Heaven. All the angels lay sleeping, dreaming of sinking into sweet empty bliss. Unaware of the portal that opened up that night.
In the morning, an angel is wrapped in the embrass of a lanky, sloth-like demon.
Their scream awoke all the angels a bit earlier than usual.
The angel quickly grabs at their wings, screaming. The now wide awake angels quickly start attacking with everything they have, with blank looking faces. All of them smiling, and not blinking. The frightened angel is the only odd one out.
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Bored and in need of Angel inspiration
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fnaftalexreader · 16 days
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lucifer relationship headcanons. gimme. rn. give. (please i beg)
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Relationship headcanons for the boi himself! Lucifer x an unspecified reader!
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All will be platonic, as Lucifer is canonically acearo in fnaftale.
Before the Fall
You are most likely a mortal of some kind he ran across, after running away from heaven
He thinks you're SOOOOOOO cool! (He also is very interested in every individual blade of grass, as he's never seen such things before-)
Bless his heart, he's stupid. Your friendship with him is a bunch of heart attacks-
"Hey, what's this thing?" *holds a knife DANGEROUSLY close to his face*
He is extremely oblivious, and innocent. The only thing that will keep him from hurting himself out of his stupidity or for his own amusement, will be your distraught face of horror or genuine sorrow.
He's only seen fear or sadness a few times, and it was mild. He's only felt fear and sorrow a few times in his very short life, and it was usually because of his father. He felt sad when his father burned his "imperfect" paintings, and he only felt fear when he angered him with his desire to play all the time.
At first, he'd be fascinated, and a little concerned over your care. Wondering why you're being really sad or really scared, when you haven't done anything wrong, or bad. You'll have to explain to him that you actually care about his well being, and you don't want him to be hurt.
Unfortunately, at this point of his life, pain is SO COOL! He doesn't feel much in general, as heaven isn't really stimulating. (Seriously, the inside of Caelum's palace makes white torture seem like decent interior design.) He was already fascinated by pain before he ran away. Flying into walls just to feel something other than constant mellow bliss. It was maddening for his creative mind.
He was a prototype angel, and that much is obvious when he's compared to his other siblings. While he shines brightly, he shines too bright. Literally, his name of Morningstar comes from the fact he becomes a purple, glittery flashbang when he's happy! He's also more childish, emotional, and intentionally ignorant. His father thought that would make for a more moldable tool, but it only proved to be a liability the longer lucifer was alive.
He'll try not to hurt himself around you, but he will pick fights with others to get that sensation. Hell, he might even fight you if you're willing to throw hands with him! He'd LOVE to fight you, but he'd let you win. He loves seeing people celebrate their victories.
He loves any sense of sensory, however. Hug him, snuggle him, cook food, play music, etc. He will ADORE you. You have pets? He LOVES animals, especially petting them. He's 15 feet tall, and his hands are almost bigger than you, but he has the precision of an artist. He's extremely gentle but very excitable with any new experience.
If you're ever cold, don't worry. He loves being cold, and his wings are warm. He'll gladly enjoy the cold air, while wrapping his wings around you like a fluffy blanket. Angel feathers are as soft as clouds, feeling like a mixture of silk and Maine Coon fur. They're really sensitive too, so if you pet them, he'll glow and giggle.
If you're friends with him for long enough for him to discover new forms of art, he'll most likely write a poem for you. Though it would be messy, and imperfect, with contradicting themes, but it would be about beauty in his mind. As everything he comes across is a wonderful thing.
"You are the ever changing breeze, the warmth of summer in your laughter, the cold of blizzards in your tears. You are the struggling fly in a web, and the widow that thrives by devouring it. You are the smell of fresh books, and the dust destined to cover them as you dance in my father's light. You are my blood, shining as you pour from my veins and the pain that comes with it, along with the knife responsible for the spill. An all consuming black hole, and a struggling star in its grasp. You are every wrinkle I have very counted, and every tiny hand that can't even grip my own. You are the parasites tearing at flesh, and the hero that slays it. You are everything I have met, and experienced, yet not the same at all. The beauty of the universe does not do you justice. You don't do it justice either. The beauty is undeniable though, like your soul."
If you cry over his way of saying he appreciates your existence, he'll try to burn the papers, to start from scratch, thinking that his work is imperfect. Stop him before he destroys more of his art-
You might be one of the first people that teach him about pride and self worth. Compliment the baby, he eats that shit UP-
He quite literally is a baby too. He may look like a muscular, large man. But he has pretty much zero experience in life. Baby stuff works on him. He will worship your key chain, jingle it. JINGLE IT DAMN YOU, LET THE BOI EXPERIENCE WONDER!
Personifying random objects will also work on him at this age, and it's a great way of keeping him in one spot. Tell him a rock looks sad and lonely, and he will sit with it for literal hours.
As the worst case of Sad Beige Mom, or in case: Dad. He needs colors. Paint with him. Paint his wings. He will love being as colorful as possible, and will become a literal beacon of purple light the more colorful you both are.
11/10, he'd be an amazing friend, just PLEASE stimulate him.
Time in Hell
Oh dear lord...
He's not the sweet baby boy he once was, and pain is no longer entertaining... his father, like with everything, ruined it.
If you're a sinner or a hellborn, he'll be much more openly kind. If you're a summoner, it would take a lot for him to show his true colors, as he acts "villainous" when summoned by mortals, in order to get food. Not for himself, but for his people.
Going with the sinner route, he'd most likely trick you out of the flames, if you're not a sinner for something stupid, like being of a different religion, or being a genuinely kind person that has no place in heaven.
If you're an actual sinner, the other demons will lie to you, saying that lucifer is foolish. While that is true to an extent, he isn't THAT stupid. They'll trick you into thinking that all demons are kind (they are), and that lucifer will think you're a demon that fell in the fires of hell and got all burned up if you ask nicely enough (he won't, but he'll play along. As he's done for centuries). Keep acting kind, and he'll continue thinking you're a demon and- Oh shit, you're redeemed as the kindness is a way for survival here! You need to care for others, so they care for you, and that's how you stay fed and sheltered here! Lucifer will eventually tell you the truth, that he was tricking you into becoming a kinder person, but he will give you a recent sacrifice or some fruit he managed to snag. As a peace offering, in case you get mad.
If you're a hellborn, you would call him Big Brother, as that is what demons call fallen angels. But he is THE Big Brother. The one who stood up to The Father. The whole reason why hell/Gehenna exists. And he'd adore you! No matter how tired, or how much pain he's in, or how worthless he feels, he'd make sure that your pain is always less than his. He'll make toys from animal skins and bones for you, make up stories to tell you, and will even sing you songs. His voice still as heavenly as an angel, his demonic voice always giving him a new and haunting way of making glorious melodies.
If you're a normal human that summoned him, it's going to take finding out about his kind nature, and coaxing him to show it to you. Think about httyd, and that's basically it. You are taming a large, scared person, that uses villainy to get what he wants (theatrical villainy, at least.) He is an antihero at the end of the day. Killing the deserving, threatening people to become better people, and refuses to harm children if he can help it.
But... what if you're a human child?
Then he is Luci, the Goat-Cat! He'll pretend to be your imaginary friend, to get close to you. To the youth that was beaten out of him... the innocence. He'll read you bedtime stories, play any game you desire, and even steal you away for the night to steal candy and ice cream from corporations. If your home is less than ideal, he will gladly eat your parents and take you to an orphanage. We won't leave your side, till you're either adopted, or too old to have an imaginary friend.
For more general headcanons/canons, here are some more things about him.
Cuddles do help with his episodes, grounding him into reality. After all, no one hugged him while all his friends were slaughtered in mass... it would break him out of it, albeit slowly.
He suffers from sever hallucinations, that would effect your friendship with him. Voices of people calling for help, flaming children, gusts of cold wind that aren't actually blowing... they only get worse and worse the more stressed and scared he gets, sometimes getting to the point where he is reliving his fall from grace, and the genocides that followed... over and over again.
He has the personality of a half drowned cat found in a wet bag of rocks beside a river, that somehow still has love and faith in humanity. He's a very tortured soul, in desperate need for love. He will not refuse cuddles, even if you're human. Just ask him first, and instantly you will have a giant, sad snoot in your arms.
He has a very brotherly way of treating those he cares about, ranging from gentle advice, to annoying the hell out of you with physical affection that denies you freedom.
"Oh no! It appears I have been cursed! Gravity weighs so heavy on me! Has Gaia returned, and angered with me?! She is pulling me. Down, heavily! I can't get up, what do you mean, I'm heavy?"
He also has extremely poor coping skills. He is cursed with worthlessness. He is the demon of pride, but he also has severe imposter's syndrome. Making him put other's above himself to an unhealthy degree
You hungry? Oh, then he will never eat and make sure you always have a meal! He doesn't deserve food, he's immortal anyways, not like starvation will kill him.
You tired? Oh, then he will refuse to sleep. Singing you lullabies that last hours, maybe even days to make sure your well rested. He doesn't deserve sleep, and again, he's immortal! It will only weaken and confuse him at worse. Not like not sleeping for your sake will kill him.
You in danger? He will attempt to sacrifice his life for you. Being immortal, he's a meat shield that will almost never falter. He's also very used to being a punching bag... so he can take several hits, a few.... billion arrows to the back (<- why I draw his back with so many scars. He canonically uses his back as a shield), swords through the heart... all he needs is his inspiration from the unyielding mortal spirit to keep you safe. His life doesn't matter, until he can be used as a tool, and he will use himself well.
This cripples him, however. The idea that he is undeserving of basic needs, makes him weaker in multiple ways, especially in the dark arts. He has the potential of being a powerful deity, one equal or even rivaling his father (to refinance Diablo, think Anu before tathamet was created. He and his siblings are capable of being on that level if they ACTUALLY FUCKING EAT-), but since he doesn't take care of himself, he can't even make a simple fireBall, let alone stand properly. Everything he does is out of force of will. His physical strength is nothing in comparison to his mental will. He's able to mask his pain almost perfectly, but will slip up with his words when he gets too comfortable.
Getting him to take care of himself will take WRESTLING and lots of guilt tripping. Cancel his guilt from over literal centuries, with more guilt over how awful he makes you feel over him not taking care of himself. Make him feel bad enough, he'll take a nap, and maybe eat a good meal. Do it enough, he might even get strong enough to do more for you! Which he will definitely do out of appreciation. He will use his reclaimed powers to give you feasts, riches, luxuries. Be careful to make sure he doesn't over exhaust his powers, and end up at square one again. He WILL spoil you, as no simple thank you will ever be enough for helping him regain some of his powers.
3/10 on the friend scale (what he would give himself at least- he is a 10/10, he lost one point because of how he hates himself, and uses his love for others as a backwards way to self harm)
After Ascension
This is the lucifer after his father's death, when he actually gets- *le gasp* medication and therapy!
He is much bigger, but is still able to become his 15 foot size. His new "normal" size however is a similar stature to his father: 165 feet. Though his true form is much, much bigger, able to cover entire planets. But he doesn't need to be that big to cover you in platonic kisses!
Very cuddly, very kissy, and very tired-
He has to deal with his 7,560,000 angelic siblings that have mentally regressed to that of really fucked up toddlers with homicidal tendencies, due to how many years they've been braindead, and forced to slaughter billions upon billions of demons.
But lucifer always finds time to listen to prayers and woes, and treats every word seriously... at times, too seriously. He literally has prayers and requests written down, filed, and he painstakingly goes through every file to make sure each prayer is answered.
If you are a mortal that worships, or is friends with lucifer you are welcomed to watch him work, which will just be him getting stopped from doing his paperwork every five seconds to pry tidepods and/or rats from his siblings mouths.
He gets super fat from finally eating consistent meals, and he grows thick fur and wool that is super soft. He also makes sure he's constantly cleaned, so he almost always smells like fresh lavender and figs.
Still won't complain about cuddles, but this time you don't need to ask! Go ahead and hug him, he'd always be there for you, unlike his useless father...
He'll cook you meals, and give you fresh clothes made from his own wool. It's strong too, so a sweater from lucifer can work as armor! It's also fireproof, many wins! Once you have a full belly and warm clothes, he'd also make sure you're comfy and that you have a soft bed to sleep in.
This is the most fatherly lucifer will ever get, and you WILL feel like his child. You might even accidentally call him dad a few times before you both make it a bit.
He will start telling dad jokes, as he babies and dots on you. He is a very hands on type of God, treating every creation like family.
No matter the age you are friends with him, he will see you as beautiful, as every life in his eyes: great, small, "pretty", "ugly" is beautiful to him. From the most terrible looking of bugs, to the most graceful of birds. From the grandest things in creation, to the most devastating of destruction, it is beautiful to him. You a ripple in the grand design, older than you both, and he will adore every second of your life that he shares with his own. After all, your kind was the only reason why he continued to live, when his life had no worth. Every mortal being is his will to live, his hope personified. The older he gets, the more loving he is.
∞/10 best friend. Your eternal soul is safe in his gentle claws, for the rest of eternity. No matter the hardships you face in life, the pain and suffering you endure, lucifer cheers you on. He will welcome you lovingly, when your time inevitably comes, but he will watch your every step before the great beyond as he does every other mortal: with pride. He is proud of you, and all you achieve. Even if your grandest achievements are just getting up, or managing to shower, he knows how hard that is sometimes.
"...child. you are the grandest art in the universe. Every little detail in the cosmos, is part of a grander tapestry. You are one of the many details I favor. No detail is my true "favorite" mind you. That would be cruel of me, to deam something lesser for whatever reason. But... what I mean to say is, everything about you, I have loved. Your first cry, as you announced your presence to the world... every tooth lost, with quarters in their places... I enjoyed watching each freckle on your skin form, as you played in the sun... I enjoyed watching you scuff your knees when you played, and how brave you were when you got back up... your every shower performance, I listened to with pride and closed eyes, as you have the voice of an angel much like my kin. I have not watched every second of your existence, or heard every word. This universe is vast, and there are so many that need me to love them... but every second I've had the pleasure to know you, before you knew me, has been a blessing someone of my rank in the heavens could never give. Thank you, for bringing so much beauty to the universe. I cannot wait until you are gently welcomed home, with your hair has grayed and fallen, when you reach the mortal's autumn. Years of warm smiles, leaving generous wrinkles... you are so beautiful now, and you will be beautiful then. Keep living, my child. Not a single second is wasted. Not to me... at least."
Edit: forgot something important!
Bonus stuff!
Angel/baby lucifer fluffy up his wings when he gets comfortable, so he would ge extra fluffy when cuddling you.
Demon and God lucifer purr, and they love belly rubs and chin scritches. His ears are sensitive, and only get more so after he gets furr. He also would purr to calm you down or make you feel better.
Lucifer at all ages kneads and chews on things, for different reasons. Baby Lucifer does it because of his lack of stimulation growing up, hell/teenish Lucifer does it to soothe stress, and god/adult Lucifer does it when he's content. He will make biscuits on your back, as he knows it will scratch and massage you at the same time. His love language is very touchy feely.
If you give demon lucifer pain meds, he will do zoomies. And he is VERY fast on all fours.
His tail is prehensile, and he WILL Carry you if you're really close to him. Wrapping his tail around you and his chest, like rope tying you to his underbelly. You will know what it's like to be a baby gorilla, without all the work of holding on for dear life.
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endstar · 2 months
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Lucifer from fnaftale💖
Lil anxiety boi. He needs a slight break
@glitterdragonthegreatprotector ‘s oc💖
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citycurse0101 · 5 months
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FRISK FORM UNDERTALE
My au new facts:
GENDER:BOY♂️🚹.
OLD: 13 Y.O
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Yet another blog, for more questions, I'll need to be reminded to answer-
How to submit a question for this blog:
Character:
Give name
A summary/website link to info about the character
What media they're from
How confident you are that they'll survive
Optional - add a picture of the character
OC:
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A summary of the character/a link to where you write your lore
What Fandom you made your oc for/where you took inspiration
Abilities
How confident you are that they'll survive
Optional - add a picture of your OC
The people I'll throw against them will be randomized.
The confidence scale goes from:
1-10
1 = they'll be fine
10 = their gods will abandon them out of fear for their own lives, they're not safe at all-
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anijay · 1 year
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*points* them
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(this lolbit belongs to @glitterdragonthegreatprotector :D)
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A man dumps a sack onto a table. "This much if she's dead." He dumps three more sacks. "This much if she's alive." He hands her a file, reading as:
Delta. Hybrid demon, God class.
He looks at her, mask covering his face. "Do we have a deal?"
Frisk looks at the money.
"*...normally, I charge more for dead than alive. But if these are your terms, very well."
They look through the files.
"*if she just has the power of a god, she'll be just a rather normal job."
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fnaftale-player · 2 years
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"YO WHAT UP GAMERS! It's me, ya boy, XXXXXXX_FNAFxUNDERTALE_LOVER_XXXXXXX, and today on the stream, we're playing FNAFtale! Don't forget to like and subscribe to see more of my content! Let the game begin..."
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gds-fanfic-blog · 2 years
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The note (fnaftale)
It had been many years since Michael's murder. He had long since became an angel, like his mother had. His father is hopefully burning in hell by now, for killing him and his friends...
He had a small house in heaven, where he slept the nights away when God didn't need his services. Letting his mind sink into tranquility.
While in his house, he accidentally knocked over some papers. Going to pick them up, one catches his eye. He has no memory of this note, but it looks important. It's his mortal writing, messy and imperfect. Like he once was. But not anymore, God made him perfect now after all. He reads the note over. Finding that it's a letter to his current self.
"Michael, if you're reading this, it's likely you're already gone, but I'm hoping this letter will still reach some part of your mind.
I'm you from before you joined the hivemind. I don't know how much you remember from before than, but I'll tell you what God is making me forget."
....God made him forget something? It was probably a memory full of sin, that needed to be terminated. If this note has something that will jog his sinful memory, he'll have to have God wipe him clean again.
"I fought hard to save my friends and mom, to get us out. But he's God, and I'm just a kid. I can't save the others, and I can bearly save myself."
Save? Why would he need to save himself from God? God is good, and the source of all his happiness! He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He has no reason to wish to escape the good father.
....He has no reason to wish to escape the good father. He continues reading.
"Things are a blur, and I'm not sure how long I can stay myself. I think it's time I give up. I've tried everything, and nothing good comes out of it. I just end up getting tortured."
He had... faint memories of what he endured. Most of those memories had been purged though. All of the torture was necessary, for he had inner demons that needed to be dealt with.
"There's nothing I can do except hope. Hope that someone else, someone stronger, can free us. You may not remember that hope, but I held onto it until mentally couldn't any longer. We'll be saved someday, whether we want it or not, we'll be saved. If you can't remember the fear and pain, at least remember the hope. When we're saved, remember this letter. It might help you with your recovery."
Michael chuckles to himself. His sinful thoughts made him act so strange! There is no one to "save" him, and no need to be saved from literal paradise! He has no reason to base his hope on sin anymore. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope. God is his hope.
"I think I'm going to end this letter here. I'm getting tired, and this dream may be my last before I'm a completely different person. Goodbye, Michael. I wish you well."
He smiles softly. He sounded like he was waiting for his execution day! How amusing... having God fix his head was no different from going to the doctor. He gets an idea, something that he hasn't done on his own in centuries, and starts writing.
"Dear Past Me.
It sounds like you went through quite a bit of trouble. I'm glad you aren't suffering anymore though. Sure, what God did for us to be happy is scary to humans, but it all turns out fine in the end. Even if you STILL would think it's bad, I'm happy. If I'm surviving and happy, than surely the both of us are winning somewhat. As for the hope that a someone will "save" us, however, I doubt it. God has never lost a battle. You'd have to be another God to even stand a chance, and as far as I know, he's the only one. But I'll keep this paper in mind if that ever DOES happen. I just hope that the both of us will still find love and happiness in the aftermath."
A voice invades his mind. The voice of God. "Michael, what are you doing in that hut of yours? Come hither my child, I have a job for you."
He nods in acknowledgement of the Lord, and finishes his response.
"Anyway, I ALSO need to end this response. God just called me over. Says he has a job for me. Goodbye, past Michael."
He flies out of his house, towards the throne of God, laughing a bit to himself. Freedom? Who would want that? He is but a foolish sheep, with a kind and patient shepherd. He is no longer afraid, and he's eternally happy to serve under the Holy Father. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy. He's happy.... He's happy.... He's happy....... He's happy....... He's happy...... H-he's happy... right....?
.....he'll need to have this sinful thoughts of doubt purged again. He has no reason to be afraid.
(Credits to @sweet-and-insane for the two notes Michael wrote!)
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(FNAFtale x Doom: Episode 1. Embrace of Darkness)
A strange demon wakes up in hell, and groggily gets up. He's surprised to not be wounded-
Well...
More wounded than usual at least. Whenever he awakens from a deep sleep, it's usually because of himself passing out due to injuries.
He shakes his head, ridding his mind of the images of past defeats, and he starts to look around. Looking to see how much of his pack is still around.
To his surprise and fear, he doesn't see anything he recognizes. The land around him is too wide, and he actually sees a dusty sky instead of a roof riddled with hanging demons. He looks around the ground, and he sees only small splashes of blood. Most of which isn't even boiling.
Worst of all, he doesn't feel the looming threat of heaven over him. Now, had this been another other situation, he would have been rejoicing. But this is far too strange for him...
"...where in the forgotten gods' names, am I...?"
He tries to open a portal back home, but he's only able to manage creating a few sparks of hellfire. He grits his teeth in pain, as he struggles to perform the simple spell. He falls to one knee, panting. "...I-I'm too weak right now... I need to gain energy..."
He starts walking around, his tail swaying side to side steadily, like an annoyed cat. "That's just great... don't know where I am, too weak to go home... hopefully there's something to eat in this world so I can regain my strength..."
@ask-underfazverse
*around him there were many forms in the distance, they seemed to be people and others not. There was a destroyed building nearby in what looked to be an area of plains although it was hard to tell with the dark stone floor seeming to extend on forever in cracked and rolling hills with large rocks and boulders occasionally being spread with small groves of trees. Near the destroyed house in front of the demon there was a figure coming out that looked straight at him with glowing eyes and a ball of fire in its hand, it was limping and using its free arm to hug across their stomach*
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ask-underfazverse · 13 days
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Frisk was in the void, like they always were in between genocides. They decided to sleep, since there wasn't much else that could be done in the void.
They woke up somewhere completely new. A world that looked like it was made for giants, doors that were 20 times their hight.
Unlike in their world, they still had control. A new game still hasn't started yet.
*"...oh fucking hell-"
They leap up after a while, once they realized they had control of themselves. The first thing they do is take a step. Then another, and another. They go over to an uninteresting wall, and stare at it.
After a half hour of doing the most boring thing they could think of, they punch the wall. "*HOLY SHIT, I'M ME!!!"
They collapse to the ground, crying tears of joy as they clutch their broken hand.
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Drew the Doomslayer vs my Lucifer based on an rp idea
From behind the slayer
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To in "front" of the demon
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...he'll be fine, right?
The draft I based this drawing on under cut
Lucifer's eyes nearly become black from how tight the slits of his eyes become. All six of his nostrils flar as they are filled with blood, staring at the green monster he heard so much about. His breathing becomes heavy, a heavy and cold mist from his lungs. He can practically hear the child begging for mercy from this monster. The blood of the innocent has a distinct smell, that he knows far too well...
"So... the slayer has gone for easy prey, has he...?"
He growls, his voice so dangerous, the burning stones beneath his feet frost with fear. He begins to walk, to cross that line he has only crossed a few times before. The glassy sound of ice breaking is heard, as he pulls his hoof from the ground with a mighty tug, as he goes from a just being of honor, to a cruel and cold beast.
As he steps forward, he watches the slayer, his mind absent. He does not read him, he does not see him, he only sees something he must rip apart. A sinner that needs to be torn limb from limb to pay for what he has done.
Then... lucifer disappears.
He seeps into the ground, a oozing and wicked fog, slithering out of sight, like snakes into the cracks.
The silence only lasts for a moment, as a wall of darkness is suddenly seen overhead. Crashing down, a tsunami of wrathful shadows plunges everything into the black cold. The darkness consumes everything and everyone with dread and morbid anticipation for execution. Every now and again, there is a sudden gust of warmth every few minutes, like the breathing of a beast, and it doesn’t take too long for everyone to realize that's EXACTLY what it is. The hot and wet breath of this... he cannot considered a demon at this point... whatever he is, he is somehow everywhere. This darkness itself breathes, and with every breath, snow begins to form. Swirling as a blizzard begins to form in this mass of pure hatred.
But the darkness feels different to the demons than the slayer...
Though they are in the same, endless and all consuming darkness, the demons feel an odd mix of terror and safety, like they are merely sitting in the maw of this beast, in the safety behind the teeth, while the slayer stands in the belly, completely surrounded with no light to guide him. The ground beneath their feet seems to begin breathing with lucifer, icey teeth forms around the slayer, wishing to consume but not yet. Lucifer will savor every delicious and painful breath that comes from this poor excuse of a man, like how he assumes the slayer savors every drop of demon blood that falls on his hands.
Then in the endless darkness, everyone sees white. Not light, white. Eyes begin to form, in constellations in this hateful mist, glaring at the armored man, his armor bleached by this beings power. All things that are not lucifer, besides his eyes, are white. There are some spots of red here and there, in a million different places, where gaping eye sockets float, bobbing up and down like leaves threatening to sink in the murky depths of the murderous waters that is this monster.
Gallons of blood starts pouring from above filling the black and white with red, the tiny red dots above deceive their true size, being miles across.
Eyes and hands occasionally slither around the slayer, trying to hold back from slaughtering him now. No, no he must wait to kill him.
Something wet presses against the slayer's back, making his armor warm, as white fangs start forming around the teeth, occasionally swallowing or being swallowed by eyes. Others can see what presses again the doomslayer's back. An endless shine in the black, as one final pupil slits. The white of this eye shines all all except for him, as he is bathed in darkness. The black is endless behind him, the eye literally touching his back unblinking. A wall of warmth and wetness, the only warmth he will get, till he feels his own blood going cold on his own skin.
It would be a cold day in hell if the slayer were to die by a demon's hand. And with how the snow swirls so cruelly around only him, it may be fate.
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fnaftalexreader · 21 days
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Current lore can be found in his Doc or on my main blog @glitterdragonthegreatprotector
Currently accepting headcanon requests for my devils, angels, Humanity, and the Endodorians. I'm willing to do NSFW headcanons, but they will be tagged accordingly. I don't care what you request, as long as I can worldbuild.
Technically these "headcanons" are straight up canon, since this AU is my creation.
If I'm up for it, I'll maybe even write mini reader x character fics if anyone is interested.
If I don't get to your request, beat me over the head on my main blog, bc this is my 49th side blog- (yes I counted, I have 50 blogs total, as of current- bite me.)
Rules:
No pedophilia/MAP stuff. That should be a given. Incest is a no go too
Do not spam me on this blog. If i don't see your request, it will get buried. Spam me on my main, or hit my DM if I don't see your request.
Don't be afraid to ask for tags. Fnaftale is EXTREMELY dark, so some headcanons might not be for the faint of heart (especially with all the angst I beat the demons over the head with.) If I write something unsettling, and don't tag it properly, I would appreciate it if you tell me.
Put a year with your request. There are many eras in my AU, as the timeline stretches for billions of years (I'm masochistic when it comes to world building, apparently.) If you don't give me a year, I will give headcanons for whatever era i feel like in the moment.
Currently taking requests for:
Endodorians! These are any fnaf animatronics 1-ffps, along with nightguards. If you do not specify the endodorian, I will give you a general headcanon for their species as a whole. (If you want headcanons for a nonspecific character, tell me species and job.) There are 4 eras for the Endodorians that will effect headcanons.
The entertainment era (1970s to 2021)
Underground era (2022 to 12021 early)
Era of grief (late 12021 to 12026)
Era of the Endodorian Empire (12041 throughout the rest of the timeline)
Demons! They have more of their lore written on my lore doc, so if you're interested in learning more about them, check it out! It's not finished (yet), so you may get more lore from here than there. I'll do headcanons for whatever demons have their lore sheet filled out and random demons (specify their sin/s if they are a hellborn, or if they're a sinner or a fallen angel. This will affect the headcanons.) Will probably mainly do the 7 main devils + Lilith. Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Asmodeus, and Mammon are up for headcanon requests. Like with the Endodorians, they have Eras that will affect the headcanons. Will not put years 'cause FUCK immortality, you can look at the timeline in the doc if you want specific years.
Before the Fall
Time in Hell
After Ascension
Angels! They currently have pretty much no written lore yet, and their names are on my main blog in art posts. I'm most likely to write for Michael, Raphael, Gabriel, Sandalphon/Angela Dervana, Metatron, Ariel, Haniel, Azrael, and Chamuel. But that's only because these are the angels I know off the top of my head. If you request an angel from my art I have not mentioned, I will gladly write for them too. (I will also take requests for Jesus and Jehovah, as yes. They are cannon and important. If you feel as unhinged as me, you can request any Bible characters as well. I am just as surprised as you are that the Bible is canon-)
Before heaven's schism
Bible times
Modern times
Era of freedom
Any groups not on here, mentioned, or implied in canon can be requested. Like humanity, or the mananites. The groups listed as of now are just one ones I'll mainly focus on.
Crossover headcanons are HEAVILY welcomed. I love writing crossovers.
If headcanons aren't enough, @ask-underfazverse is for direct questions to my characters, or roleplay.
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moodooivy · 3 months
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So far I've only really done Undertale stuff. I've made Equustale and FnaFtale yeah, but that's not enough for me. I'm into other fandoms. So today, I present to eeryone... My MLP redesigns! (I haven't watched an MLP episode in a year so hopefully these are ok and don't contradict anything)
(I know I'm not the best at drawing, hopefully these designs aren't awful. Also I know I forgot the cutie marks. I'll design them in the future. I also plan to make some anthro designs and of course ship kiddies)
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First there is Fluttershy. She is 2' 0'' (Petite to a whole 'nother level) to the top of her head. She is a Pudu Deer pegasus (Mom is a deer, dad is a pony). She is 27 years old. Fluttersy is very small and tiny. She can't fly well because of her thin tiny wings. She was held back in flight school as a filly.
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Rainbow Dash next. Rainbow Dash is a thoroughbred pegasus, 5' 4'' to the top of her head, age 26. She has big ol' wings and is very light on her feet. She wears goggles because it helps her fly without the wind blowing in her eyes. Also because it looks cool.
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Then Applejack. Applejack is a big and hefty Clydesdale horse, standing at a nice 5' 0''. She is 29. Applejack is weightier in her hooves and has some fluff.
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Pinkie Pie! (I had the most fun designing her) Pinkie is the youngest at 25. She likes to paint her hooves, wear bows, and cover her mane in sprinkles and confetti. She parties in her spare time. She is nice and plumpy. A 3' 6'' Shetland Earth Pony.
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Rarity is next. She is 29, slightly older than Applejack. She is very elegant and pretty and generally small for a unicorn, and is an Arabian breed. She is 4' 2''. I didn't give her a leonine tail or ancient unicorn horn I know. I just like this tail better.
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Twilight Sparky now. She is not an alicorn. She is an Appaloosa Unicorn at 5' 2''. She is 28 years old. She has a feathery leonine tail. Twilight doesn't have really good eyesight and wears glasses. She has white spots all over her body to resemble stars.
Thought I was done? Nah. I also did the male mane six! Rather then make them the same but just boys I tried to make them their own characters somewhat.
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First is Butterscotch. He is visually the opposite of Flutters. Tall, at a nice 5' 8''. I wanted to go for a gentle giant effect.. He is a Red Deer pegasus (Father is a deer, mother is a pony). He is 28, maybe a little younger than Twilight Sparkle. While Fluttershy is more in tune with animals and small critters, Butterscotch is better with plants. He knows how to take care of any type of flower, plant, or tree.
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Rainbow Blitz next. He is a thoroughbred pegasus. He is 5' 9'' and 28, a little older than Twilight and Butterscotch. He is very feathery and so totaly manly. You can tell by the rainbow hoofpaint. Rainbow Blitz isn't as fast in the air because his wings are small, but he can run quite fast. He can run at a powerful 140 to 170 MPH. That isn't to say he's not a fast flier. He's just not as fast as Rainbow Dash.
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Male Applejack. I refer to male Applejack as Applejax, so that's what I'm going to call him so that there's less confusion. Applejax is the biggest at a wopping 6 feet tall. He is a Shire horse and is 29, older than Rarity.
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Bubble Berry next. Bubble Berry is an Irish Donkey (Mother is a pony, father is a pony. She gets the donkey from another relative). I saw somebody make Pinkie a donkey and I fell in love with the idea so I had to make someone a donkey. So Bubble Berry is the man. Bubble Berry is 4' 4'' and is 27, slightly older than Fluttershy. He has a super furry body. Bubble Berry likes to make smoothies, parfeits, milkshakes, and other drinks and fancy fruity foods.
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Next is Elusive. Elusive is an Arabian unicorn. He is 5' 6'' and 30. He is the oldest out of everyone. Elusive is a fashion designer like Rarity, but while Rarity is primarily a feminine fashion designer who designs dresses and gowns, Elusive designs suits and tuxedos. He primarily designs fashion for the bulkier figures of stallions.
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And finally there's Dusk Shine. Dusk Shine is a 27 year old Arabian unicorn, only slightly older than Fluttershy. He is 5' 4''. Dusk Shine is a librarian. He works very hard and puts off other things such as hygene (Hense the messy mane and tail) and eating, 'cause who needs to eat, so he can keep working on his studies in his spare time instead.
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Here's a height comparison chart by their withers/backs.
I want to start making more art for other fandoms like My Little Pony and Pokemon, but I'm not sure. Should I just stick to Undertale? Would you guys be interested in other fandoms? Let me know.
MLP: Hasbro/Lauren Faust
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revolvius · 1 year
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Hellloooooo!
I heard your making requests for the month so...
Can you draw Undertale but FNaF?
Plssssssssss
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INKTOBER 2022 REQUEST #21
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I was going to make an entire roster for like- FNAFTale I guess.
But since it's October and Halloween, this is good enough lol.
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Inktober Requests (Open until October 30th, 2022)
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