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this is chapter 1 of Horrorfell, which is the story im currently writing.
if you have notable triggers, or just don't really like certain things, then feel free to read the content warning. however, if you are planning on reading this and would like to be surprised, then you can just skip over it.
[CONTENT WARNING: blood, character death, corpses, heavy injury, spooky scariness, etm.]
story under the cut.
Chapter 1: Ruins
Pain.
That was the first thing she felt when she regained consciousness.
Her entire body hurt.
Like she had fallen a thousand feet.
She was in so much pain. It was hard to think.
She laid there for a while, her eyes closed. She must’ve laid there for more than an hour, before trying to do anything.
Deciding to get her mind away from the pain, she tried to concentrate on who she was and what she felt.
She remembered she had long brown hair.
She was wearing socks, but not shoes.
How old was she again?
13. Probably.
Her wrists and ankles felt cold and sore.
She remembered that she was wearing a dress.
Her eyes were gray, right? Yeah.
The floor beneath her was bumpy and hard.
She lay for a few minutes, trying to convince herself to open her eyes.
When she finally managed to force them open, she was greeted by faint light from above. The ceiling didn’t look familiar. Where was she?
Then she remembered.
The ritual.
The deliverance.
The sacrifice.
Is this what’s at the bottom of that dark pit?
She could see the giant sinkhole right above her. The sun faintly shone down on her like a spotlight with low batteries.
She needed to move, if only to escape the memory of her brother.
Slowly she moved her arms and pushed against the hard, uneven floor. She struggled into a sitting position despite the pain she was in. Blood pounded in her head. Her vision swam.
She shut her eyes tight and steadied herself.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. There were shackles on her wrists. They must be on her ankles too. That’s probably the cold sensation she was feeling. She steadied herself, and looked around. It took her a moment to process what she was seeing, before the horror set in.
She was sitting on top of a massive pile of bones.
The reality of her surroundings hit her like a baseball bat. She scrambled to her feet, which turned out to be a bad idea.
Immediately, pain shot up her leg, sending her writhing to the floor. She fell tumbling down the pile of bones, various sharp ribs and teeth piercing at her skin. She hit a wall, which sent harsh throbbing pain through her head.
To her right, there was a corridor. A way out? She began crawling over the pile of bones, desperately trying to reach the exit to this terrifying room.
Her leg screamed in protest and her head was pounding, but she didn't stop until she made it all the way to that corridor. Her hands grasped at dirt and rocks as she pulled herself across the ground.
She hardly registered the red gateway that she crawled through at the end of that hallway. She just wanted out of there.
The next room had a floor that seemed to have, at some point, been cobblestone. The ground was, by now, thick with weeds.
The girl stopped when she made it through the doorway, resting on the soft green plants.
“H-hey. Are you alright?" A voice echoed through the room. With some effort, the girl looked up and saw a flower across the room staring at her.
A yellow flower. Staring at her. With eyes. And speaking. With a mouth.
She would have screamed if she hadn't been so tired. Instead, she just stared in shock.
“Hello?” The flower spoke in a concerned voice.
“H…hi…” the girl managed a weak greeting, still confused and disoriented.
The flower dove into the ground and reappeared right in front of her. It startled her a little.
“Uh… my name's Flowey. Flowey the flower." The flower said. The girl would've probably questioned the creativity of such a name if she wasn't in so much pain.
“What's your name?” The flower asked her.
“Ale-” She almost answered 'Alex' on instinct before she stopped herself.
She thought for a moment.
“A-Aliza.” She told the flower.
"It's nice to meet you Aliza!" The flower said with a smile.
Hearing the name made her feel kind of happy inside.
Flowey looked at her, and a surprised expression washed over his face. “Wait your soul…”
Suddenly, Flowey's expression turned to fear. He looked towards the other end of the room.
"Someone's coming." He said ominously.
Aliza tried to speak but nothing came out.
"Listen to me." Flowey whipped his head back around to look at her. "This place is dangerous. Very dangerous. Don't trust anyone you meet. Especially not her."
Aliza didn't know who "her" was, but the flower didn’t seem to know this.
"Stay safe." he said to her. Before Aliza could say anything to him, Flowey dove into the ground. This time he didn't come back out.
Aliza was terrified. The telltale vibrations in the ground heralded someone -or something, walking towards the room.
As much as she wanted to run, Aliza couldn't even stand. She strained to keep her head up, watching the doorway across the room with sinking terror.
Emerging from the shadows of the door, a giant furry goat stepped into the room. Aliza stared up at it, unable to move.
It wore a dark red robe with a strange symbol on the front. Its eyes bore into her, their blood red color a heavy contrast with the matted white fur. It had several scars on its face, with a few others noticeable on its hands and legs. Legs which it only walked on two of.
It was a towering creature, with a strange expression on its face.
The creature slowly walked towards Aliza and crouched in front of her.
"Hello there," It said in a calming voice. "My name is Toriel."
Aliza was frozen with fear as the monster smiled down at her.
"Are you hurt?" The creature reached down and picked Aliza up.
She was lifted into the air by the goat, who was definitely more than twice her height.
Toriel cradled the girl in her (at least, Aliza was pretty sure Toriel was a her) arms, as though Aliza were a baby, or a cat.
"I'll take you to my home, and we'll heal you up. Okay?" Toriel spoke in a soft, soothing tone.
Aliza should've been scared out of her mind, but something about Toriel just made her feel so safe. Was this the 'her' that Flowey was talking about? It couldn't be. Right?
As Toriel carried Aliza out through the doorway, Aliza could feel herself dozing off in Toriel's arms.
Barely fighting it, she just fell asleep and let Toriel take her wherever they were going.
When Aliza opened her eyes again, she was in a cozy chair with her leg wrapped in bandages and propped up on a footrest. She was sitting near a warm fire.
She looked around, taking in the sights of the dusty living room.
"I think she's awake!" She heard a boy's voice say.
The room vibrated a little bit as Toriel walked out of the kitchen.
"I think you're right." Toriel stopped in front of the chair and smiled warmly at Aliza. "How are you feeling?"
"U-uh… I…" Aliza stared up at Toriel, trying to think of something to say.
"I guess you're feeling alright then." Toriel said with a giggle.
A young boy suddenly appeared next to Toriel. He looked to be about Aliza's age. This must be the boy whose voice she heard.
"Hi! My name's Erin! What's your name?" He spoke with a southern accent, and his skin was very tanned.
"A- uh… A-Aliza." She stammered, a bit startled by the sudden question.
“Where did you come from? Do you have a favorite food?” Erin continued asking questions.
"Don't overload her with too many questions, dear. You might scare her off." The goat lady teased the boy.
"Alright…" the boy grinned and leaned in closer. He smelled like oranges. "It's nice to meet you!"
Toriel laughed a bit as the boy stepped away and wandered off to somewhere else in the house.
"I just finished making some pie. Do you want me to bring you some?" Toriel asked Aliza.
Aliza nodded, and Toriel walked into the kitchen again. She came back with a slice of pie and a fork.
"It's cinnamon and butterscotch." Toriel said as she handed the plate to Aliza. "I hope you like it."
Aliza took the plate, and hesitantly scooped some pie onto the fork. She slowly lifted it to her mouth.
It was good. Really good. Aliza had eaten the rest before she knew it.. She hadn’t realized that she was starving.
Aliza looked towards Toriel, who giggled a bit.
“I guess you were hungry.” She laughed good naturedly, a sparkle in her tired eyes.
After the pie, Aliza’s leg felt better. A lot better. She spent the next few hours with Toriel, listening as she told jokes. It was comforting. Aliza hadn’t felt this safe in a long time.
After a while, Aliza began to feel tired. Toriel helped her limp past a stairway to the bedroom, and she laid down on the bed. Toriel pulled the covers over Aliza, and turned out the lights as she left the room. Aliza stared at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, trying to process everything that had happened. Erin came into the bedroom and lied on the bed on the other side of the room.
“Goodnight Aliza. Goodnight Erin.” Toriel leaned her head into the room.
“Goodnight mom.” Erin said back. Toriel smiled, and closed the door.
Aliza slowly dozed off.
Into
a deep,
deep,
dreamless
sleep.
When she woke up again, she had no idea how much time had passed. She sat up in bed and looked around the dim room. Erin was no longer in his bed, the covers hung off the side. Aliza guessed it was probably morning. Or whatever the equivalent was here.
She pushed herself off of the bed and hobbled to the door. Her leg still hurt, but it was a lot better. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
Aliza hadn’t noticed before, but the hallway outside the room was very dusty. Toriel must not clean very often.
Aliza limped out into the room with a staircase. The one she had gone past on the way to the bedroom. She hadn’t asked Toriel what was down those stairs. Aliza’s ears picked up faint echoing voices somewhere at the bottom.
Considering that nobody except the three of them were in the house, Aliza’s curiosity got the better of her. She hung onto the railing and carefully crept down the stairs.
The stairs definitely creaked, but it was barely audible considering how little Aliza weighed. As she got closer to the bottom, the voices got clearer and clearer. By the time she was at the bottom, the voices echoing down the cracked red hallway were recognizable. It was Erin and Toriel, but Aliza couldn’t quite make out everything they were saying. She tiptoed slowly down the dark hallway, leaning on the wall for support as she headed for the light that seemed to be shining at the end.
“My child. You can’t.” Toriel said in a firm voice. She was standing at the end of the hallway, blocking Erin from going any further. The light Aliza had seen seemed to be coming from her.
“Miss Toriel. Please.” Erin begged her. “I… I wish I could stay here. But I can’t. They need me at the farm.”
“It is too dangerous out there. You will never make it to the surface.” Toriel stayed firm.
“Y-you could come with me though!” Erin pleaded. “You could keep me safe! Please…”
“I’m sorry, my child. I am not welcome past these doors.” Toriel spoke sadly. “There is nothing awaiting you but death.”
Erin stood silently for a second, considering her words.
“Okay…” Erin sighed. “Okay. I’ll stay here. I’ll keep living with you.”
“Thank you, my child, but I’m sorry.” Toriel smiled. “I cannot take any chances. This is the only option.”
Erin started to say something, but his body was thrown backwards towards Aliza, light emanating from him.
He landed in front of her with a sickening thud. She stared down at him. His eyes were wide open with surprise. They weren’t blinking. The light Aliza had seen was coming from a gaping hole in his chest. Blood poured out of his body, puddling on the floor.
The smoking hole in his chest was wide. Directly in the middle, with only about an inch from either side.
He was dead.
Killed.
Aliza’s stomach turned. Her vision swam and she stumbled. She braced herself on the wall and vomited. The taste of butterscotch and cinnamon stung her throat.
“Aliza.” Toriel had suddenly appeared about ten feet in front of her. Aliza was paralyzed with fear. Toriel’s calm, gentle voice had undertones of disappointment, as if she had witnessed Aliza taking a cookie without permission. “You should be in bed. I’m very sorry about this.”
Aliza stared up at Toriel as she began to glow brighter. Fire seemed to glisten from her fur.
“I wish I could’ve learned more about you, Aliza.” Toriel still spoke like she had just read Aliza’s report card, and had been expecting better. “Goodbye, my child.”
A sharp pain shot through Aliza’s chest.
But it didn’t burn.
Aliza stared into Toriel’s eyes as they widened, betraying surprise. She watched as the goat monster’s expression melted into rage.
“Sorry if this hurts…” A familiar voice behind her spoke. “But it’s now or never.”
Aliza’s eyes moved down to stare at her chest. A green tendril, covered with spikes and dripping with blood, had pierced through her sternum. It gripped a gray heart-shaped object at the end of its length. Strangely, Aliza could feel the grip of the vine-like tentacle on the heart.
She vomited a second time. This time it tasted like copper.
“You.” Toriel’s voice dripped with absolute fury. The air around her grew to blistering heat.
Aliza felt several syringe-like piercings, as the tendril stabbed into the heart. Red seemed to flow in from the spikes, mixing with the gray. Her vision swam. She kept her eyes open, despite the pain.
Toriel said something else, but Aliza couldn’t really hear her. The hallway grew brighter and brighter as the spikes pulled out of the heart. The tendril gripped tightly around the heart. Aliza felt her skin burning, as the tendril squeezed tighter and tighter.
The crushing force of the vine was immense. Aliza felt it crack, and then watched as the heart shattered like glass, into a million red and gray pieces.
As deadly heat blazed around her, everything went black.
#trapny originals#trapny writing#horrorfell#undertale#undertale au#toriel#flowey#undertale fanfiction#undertale fan fiction#horrortale#underfell#horror
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What is best for humankind - Chapter 18
Hello, hello!
Chapter 18 is here! Sans, Papyrus, Undyne and Charlie are now hiding with Toriel in the forest. But Gaster is still determined to find them, and Sans has a lot of difficulties to accept it. So much it's starting to make him very anxious.
To read the chapter, it's here : https://archiveofourown.org/works/30514995/chapters/106886583
General summary:
Long ago, two races ruled over Earth : Humans and Monsters. Religion and fear of differences troubled the fragile peace on which the both species were living so far. A war for faith and honnor soon engaged between them. Long. Endless.
Sans and Papyrus, two young skeletons brothers, sons of the Royal Scientist, lost everything in the rage of the fighting : their home, their family, their childhood. During a human attack, they suddenly found themselves delivered to bullets and bombs, all alone.
Both of them started a journey in the devastated landscapes of the end of the war to join Mont Ebott, where Monsters are preparing for a last battle. But could two kids really survive by themselves in the wild and without any help ?
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: Gen
Fandom: Undertale (Video Game)
Characters: Sans (Undertale, Papyrus (Undertale), Undyne (Undertale), Undyne's Mother (Undertale), W. D. Gaster, Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr
Additional Tags: Young Sans (Undertale), Young Papyrus (Undertale), Young Undyne, Human-Monster War (Undertale), Sans (Undertale) Needs a Hug, Younger Brother Papyrus (Undertale), Adorable Papyrus (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale) Needs a Hug, Minor Asgore Dreemurr/Toriel, Queen Toriel (Undertale), Good Parent Toriel (Undertale), Angry Toriel (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr Being a Jerk, Scientist W. D. Gaster, Pre-Accident W. D. Gaster, W. D. Gaster Being An Asshole, Evil W. D. Gaster, Child Undyne (Undertale), Child Sans (Undertale), Child Papyrus (Undertale), Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Science Experiments, Murder
#undertale#fanfic#undertale ao3#ao3 writer#ao3fic#ao3 tags#ao3 stuff#read on ao3#fan fiction#undertale fan fiction#sans#papyrus#undyne#toriel#babybones#young sans#young papyrus#young undyne#queen toriel#wd gaster
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HII!!!
Some time ago I’ve saw a twitter post of: lazy_b0n3
They’re amazing! In that post they have shared a drawing where Papyrus and other AU versions get infected by a parasite that makes you think you are in love.
I took inspiration from it and developing something. It’s the first time I’ve actually some written stuff of mine, if you wanna give a look to the prologue: part 1 you’re more than welcome!
Here’s the link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/39317817/chapters/98390868
I enjoy read your comments if you have any.
#ao3#archive of our own#ao3 account#fan fiction#parasite love#parasite#soul gnats#twitter post#undertale#undertale fan art#undertale fan fiction#papyrus#papyrus aus#undertale aus#Skelebros#boss#rus#honey#underswap#underfell#fellswap#underfel#under fell#videogame#egggplant#papyrus the skeleton#sans and papyrus#undertale papyrus#papyrus undertale
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I was commissioned by @sophtopus to create a second book cover for her fanfic, The Golden Quiche, but inspired from Art Nouveau paintings and covers. Cover number one can be found here: [link]
If you enjoy action and complex mysteries with an anime like twist, then go check out their story and click the link!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/55809205
you guys should totally read my super cool fanfic (its only the prologue because i got so excited planning the story that i had to release SOMETHING)
#undertale#utmv#undertale aus#i lov error#error sans#its all error#its literally#just error#hehehehhe#fanfic#fan fiction#fan fic writing#ao3 fanfic#ao3#archive of our own
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I'm curious what the majority's opinion is. :)
#poll#polls#fanfic#fanfiction#fan fic#fan fiction#fic#i'm gonna tag some popular fandoms now#genshin impact#baldur's gate 3#the legend of zelda#undertale#twisted wonderland#good omens#stranger things#harry potter#supernatural#the owl house#barbie#pokemon#anime#critical role#spider-man#our flag means death#ineffable husbands#one piece#miraculous ladybug#succession#doctor who#ncuti gatwa
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babe wake up new dragon uty fic dropped
i had a stellar idea when I was driving home from a new year's party with my family so BAM new fic!
Summary:
There have been a lot of rumors floating around recently. The barrier shattered, "fallen down" family members returning, true hope for the future of monsterkind... things like that. Things much too good to be true.
Everyone around Ceroba believes it all without question, and eventually she's pushed to investigate. But maybe those rumors aren't as false as she initially believed. Maybe she was a bit too quick to judge.
And maybe she can see the Surface. Maybe she can see her little girl again.
#undertale yellow fan fiction#undertale yellow#uty#fanfic#writeblr#writers on Tumblr#ceroba ketsukane#kanako ketsukane#starlo uty#feisty five#undertale yellow fanfic
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Papyton Week
Day 3: Dress
Papyrus just smiles and shakes his head because, for all the time the two of them have spent together, Mettaton still just doesn’t quite seem to understand that this is Papyrus’ favorite part of Mettaton. It isn’t the suave part. It isn’t the famous part. It isn’t the part that takes him to fancy restaurants. It isn’t the part that sings pitch perfect on CDs. It isn’t the part that poses for paparazzi just right. It isn’t the part that knows how to do the perfect smokey eye. It isn’t the part that knows how to behave just right in each social situation, though, that part has been unbelievably helpful.
No. This is his favorite part. This part right here.
I'm so sorry I'm late! I'm gonna try to catch up! I just got so tired last night and I couldn't finish in time! I also really, really wanted to get this just right.
I'm feeling a lot better than I was earlier this week which also means I'm not just writing and convalescing. I'm back at chasing my toddler around and doing other work. XD
#papyton week#papyton week 2024#papyton#mettaton#papyrus#undertale#autistic papyrus#audhd coded mettaton#autistic pride#actually autistic#autism acceptance#unmasking#autistic masking#autistic unmasking#fluff#tooth rotting fluff#very light angst#some conversations in jealousy#i try to keep relationships real okay?#neruospicy couples#my fanfiction#fan fiction#fanfic#pip writes things#pip does life
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Dream appearance legit the reason why almost everyone thought he was a girl at first 💀
June past clothes appearance inspired by @just-some-dream
You can read the chapter in ao3 OR wattpad
#no longer the guardian#undertale au#dream sans#lazy art#June Keira#oc#wattpad#ao3#undertale fanfiction#sans au#fan fiction#my fic
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The above image reads:
Happy Valentine's Day
How did you celebrate?
Sharing Gifts
Movie Night
Somewhere Nice
Tag us with any of your Self-Insert x Your F/O creations.
Happy Valentine’s Day! If only we could share this special day with our fictional beloveds. So why not have a little fun and create something featuring you and your F/O and how you would spend your time together? Or tag us with an oldie but goldie creation you've done before! You are not limited to Sans-centric or Pap-centric characters for this mini-challenge, so have at it! We would love to see how you spend your time with your fictional other! ♡(ŐωŐ人)
Do tag us if you decide to create something! You can also submit your creations, as Tumblr does likes to eat and hide things.
#Undertale#Undertale Fan Art#Undertale Fan Fiction#Undertale Prompt#Undertale Challenge#Valentine's Day
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short underfell!sans drabble
red wasn't the outwardly affectionate type, that much was obvious. not with his words, not usually with his mannerisms, but possibly in private. in a place like the underground, affection often depicted the one showing it as weak. especially affection that's shown non-threateningly and in a way with genuine positive intentions.
affection came in the form backhanded compliments, crude expressions of one's outfits, and maybe even buying someone their usual from grillby's. these were the affections red, and everyone else in the underground were familiar and comfortable with.
that's not to say it was always this way. couples found their ways around this unspoken rule of "no wholesomeness," and did their closer, more intimate affections in private.
the two of you were in a bit of a crossroads with figuring out who exactly you were to each other.
fuckbuddies this, friends with benefits that. and it was that; for a very long time. the two of you found common ground and enjoyment in embracing each other for a few nights. nights where the two do you could forget about all of your stress and just consume one another, literally and figuratively. hands all over the other; biting, scratching, squeezing, caressing, so close. so so close. desperately filling in that gap of warmness and intimacy you both so desperately craved.
it also helped that you didn't despise each others company. grilby's was a place where the two of you would often "run into" each other.
you'd be sitting at a bar stool one evening, enjoying the fifth glass of the same drink you'd ordered 20 minutes ago. slowly sipping, enjoying the sound of the juke box playing a particular type of jazz, the voices around you bumbling into one incomprehensible melody that seemed to meld with the music. it was always warm in the establishment, and you felt tingly as you took yet another sip of your drink.
the stool next to you would creak loudly as someone sits down. you'd glance over, eyes finding that blazingly familiar tuft of off white fur that brushed along the rim of a black jacket. you'd follow the trail of fur to look at the side of his face. he wasn't looking at you, crimson pinpricks facing forward as he orders something you don't care enough to listen to.
presumably done ordering, he turns to you, grin as wide as ever, golden tooth dully illuminated from the dim lights. he always looks at you as though you're a painting. eyes wandering your face, the curve of you lips, the point of your nose, the dark circles under your eyes, the round of your cheeks. detailed, observing, taking note, as though he needed inspiration for a new piece and was using you as reference.
he'd say its 'fancy seeing you here' like grilby's wasn't the only bar in the underground; like the two of you were strangers just meeting again for the second time; like you hadn't been all over each other the night before.
you'd reply 'isn't it? we just keep running into each other." humoring him and his stupid attempt at a conversation starter.
ironically, you two would then fall into a long conversation about whatever came to mind. laughing loudly, teasing the other, soft jabs here, long lingering touches there. bar goers look at you two in mirth for your booming displays of joy and humorous dialogue. others look on in envy, and maybe even annoyance for how loud you two were being. how happy you two seemed to be compared to them.
not that you cared; red was just getting to the climax of a long winded joke he was telling.
you'd make each other feel good in more ways than one. and that's what you two particularly... enjoyed about each other.
#underfell#x reader#fanfic#drabble#sans x reader#x you fluff#writers on tumblr#zomb5writing#undertale#fan fiction#undertale fic#underfell x reader#red x reader
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Introduction
So introduction yeah.... To be honest I don't know what to say. So some important things:
1. My first language is not English so that's why I'm going to have some spelling mistakes.
2. Dute to me being still a student I can't post every day but I try to post as often as I can.
3. If you are going to request a story please write your idea down in English. I only know English and Hungarian.
What fandom I'm going to write of/can be requested:
I'm in a lot of fandoms so it would be a pretty long list so I'm only going to put my tree main one.
- Lie's of P (ofc)
- Genshin Impact (Who would have thought)
- Hazbin Hotel (bc that's what I'm in right now)
Some themes that I write and can be requested:
Fluff, any romantic things you people like,
Killing, yandere things, self harming, depression.
Things you can request but I'm not to good at it yet:
Smut, pregnant reader, anxiety, BIID (body integrity identity disorder)
Masterlist (for now):
Lie's of P/
He can be beautiful
What makes me a human?
But you are not him
More than just a kiss
Feel alright
Who are you talking to?
First Halloween
Red and Black
Fnaf/
Random oneshot
Genshin Impact/
In the water
Soul Eater/
Pervert Love
Hazbin Hotel/
Yes sir
Your new "mom" Charlie
His mouth
Your Blood
Your wings
Secret
Falling for an Angel
Angels never fall
His
Sinners love
Adam x male!reader headcanons
The dickhead
I saved you!
#lies of p#lies of p x reader#pinocchio#liesofp#pinocchio x reader#video game#lies of p pinocchio#fan fiction#liesofp x reader#video game fanfic#genshin impact#undertale
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Official and final designs for the now comic series, Fallen Fantasy
Original Error belongs to Crayon Queen
Original Ink belongs to Comyet
Original Nightmare and Dream belongs to Jokublog
Original Gradient belongs to AskComboClub
Original PapperJam belongs to 7goodangel
#ramdom#art#artwork#artists on tumblr#artist#digital art#undertale#undertale au#fan art#fictional characters#character art#original chacter#oc#original character#character design#character redesign
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Beneathstory
This was made by my friend Octopus. She doesn't have a Tumblr account but is MythicalMoons on Pinterest. Send help for her.
#shellssquad#undertale#fanfic#fan fiction#au#undertale au#ut au#sans#sans the skeleton#sans undertale#mettaton#mettaton undertale#mad dummy#mad dummy undertale#flowey#flowey the flower#flowey undertale#gaster blaster
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WELP I CANT LOG BACK INTO IT SO PLEASE SEND ME YOUR FAVORITE ANGST HURT COMFORT FLUFF CRACK DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT OR SMUT FICS TO PASS THE TIME (please I'm Desperate) I DONT GIVE A FLYING FUCK TONIGHT IT CAN BE THE OWL HOUSE GRAVITY FALLS CREEPYPASTA THE WORLD OF MR PLANT WELCOME HOME THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS TO HELL WITH IT SCP! GO NUTS
#ME WANT BRAIN ROT FOOD#mr plant#wellcomehome#creepypasta x reader#ashur gharavi#gravity falls#sans aus#the owl house#undertale#the amazing digital circus#creepypasta#fan fiction#brain rot#me want brain food#I hate tagging#Fuck you fuck me fuck it fuck life#SCP#I think I have lost my mind#HELP
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