So, I'm falling hard back into my UnderTale phase. It's been.. almost 8 full years since the game came out, and I feel old. It's been Four years since I last fully interacted with the fandom, and I'm in need of nostalgia.
So I'm opening an UnderTale Tumblr page.
I'll be writing for the characters, ranging from Flowey to the Dog Knights, from Sans to Asgore, to even the AUs and outercoders.
But first, I have to lay down what this page will be about.
Requests; Open (Current count: 3)
I do not charge for anything I write. It's written for pleasure.
Masterlists ---- Under Construction
Rules below---
This will be suggestive, smut filled, etc. I'll have that under the tag 'boning.'
There will be dark themes of mental issues, physical issues, yandere, toxic shit that will come from yandere themes, etc. These, of course, will have trigger warnings.
I will write for trans readers, cis readers (masc or fem,) enby readers, poly, and more. I love to write for amab charcters, as there isn't a lot of representations for them.
I will do match ups with my characters, but I won't write a story around ocs out of nerves for bringing them out of character.
I will not, however, write incest, pedophilia, anything to do with feral animals, and much more. I'll update as things comes up.
I will not condone bullying, bigotry, or harassment. You'll be blocked.
I won't give personal information about myself.
I'm not aging up the kids.
I'll write a multitude of universes, just suggest it and I will most likely write for them, just as long as I know about it.
My main writing will go to Mafia au, but again, I will do any au as long as I know about it. And if I don't? I'll research :)
Send in all your requests, I'm very happy to do then :)
Characters ⸺ UnderTale Toriel, blind child reader
Genre ⸺ Small fic, headcanons, platonic/familial
Synopsis ⸺ A bad storm leads to you falling underground and meeting an overbearing mother figure.
Triggers ⸺ Mention of injury, mentions of death
Word Count ⸺ 930
Optional Author Note ⸺ For this, I'm putting the reader on the total blindness side of the spectrum. I also put the age of the reader as a child, between the ages of seven to thirteen. I don't exactly like what I've written for some reason, so it isn't proofread :(
It wasn't too bad. Being blind, that is. It wasn't hard to live a normal life. Sight wasn't exactly a necessity. There were accommodations in the form of audiobooks and brail, or podcasts in place of movies, even your phone had the accommodation of text-to-speech. You even had the option of mobility aids such as canes, a service animal, and even your family to assist you. You didn't need much help, however. You had memorized every inch of your home to the point of knowing where every crack in the wall was and where every squeaky floorboard lay.
But this wasn't somewhere you knew. This wasn't familiar. The only thing familiar was the feeling of flowers and grass tickling your face, as well as water dripping on your face, and the ache in your body.
It felt like you slept on it wrong, or if you had been hit by something hard.
When you finally found it in yourself to sit up, you felt your skin tighten around the side of your body that aches. You feel the spots and realize it's scabs, bloody marks left on your body as you try to remember through your pounding head.
That's right. Your family had gone on a camping trip in mid-summer, on the mountain you'd heard rumors about. Mt Ebott. Then it started to rain, and you all ducked into a cave. Your feet had gotten caught in a dip in the ground and then you heard your guardian yell. Then you felt weightless when you fell backward.
Were you dead? No, because you still felt the pain of your wounds. But if you had fallen into the mountain, you'd have to be dead. That fall is maybe a hundred feet. There's no way you're alive!
But you can still feel your heart beating, you can feel your lungs expand and contract. You are, miraculously, still alive.
Pulled from your awed daze by the trickling of water onto your head, you realize it couldn't have been that long since you had fallen if the storm was still going on. You call out, hoping to hear someone respond. All you hear in response is your own echo mocking you.
You're stuck waiting, weighing your options to try and move from your spot or to wait for rescue. For all you knew, you were on some unstable ledge on a cliffside, or on a small island in the middle of an underground lake. One movement could mean your death.
You wait.
And wait.
And wait.
Nothing.
Without much other option, you climb to your feet and reach out with your hands to feel for a wall or anything to grab onto. The lack of a wall disqualifies your idea of a cliff-side ledge. Even as you ache, you're forced to step a foot out, cautiously feeling around for any hole or rock. The area seemed relatively safe. Odd.
It was a relatively straight path, and you ultimately found your way by when you came across a rocky wall, your fingers trailing along it until they reached something... Smooth. Something unnatural. It was like a pillar, carved into the surface, and it opened up into another area.
'Maybe the stories of monsters are real. Heh.' You joked to yourself, trying to find amusement in your rather unappealing situation. But your thoughts are stopped when you hear another voice.
"Oh, a child!"
Despite the gentle voice, it still makes your blood run cold.
Once Toriel finds you, she's careful to not spook you. She doesn't want to scare you. Upon learning that you're blind, she's not going to leave you alone in the Ruins.
She guides you through every puzzle, holding your hand and... not even relatively. She simply babies you.
Can you blame her though? Losing one child only a few hours before she loses her second? And then she takes in six other children who perish at, what she believes, her own negligence?
Every monster that says anything to you is very swiftly shooed off by Toriel. No, you are not fighting this child. Buzz off.
Once she makes it to her house, she finally allows you time to be alone without her breathing down your neck so she can go cook dinner while you explore your 'New Home' as she puts it.
It's odd, but you can't exactly say anything because she did just kind of kidnap you but also save your life.
She makes you a pie, which you're hesitant to eat, but she assures you it's safe and you hear her eating a slice of her own. Upon eating the food, you feel your wounds seeming to mend themselves. It's a very odd sensation.
She does offer for you to feel her face, to visualize what she looks like. You're surprised at, One, she's a goat. Two, she's massively tall compared to you. Three, she's so fluffy!
When you do find the steps, she tells you it's nothing to worry about and to be careful going near to them. But you don't drop it. She can't exactly fight you, too scared to cause you harm. But you just keep bugging and pestering until she admits it leads to the rest of the underground.
You will have to remind her that you have your own family out there, looking for you, heartbroken that they think you're dead.
You won't know it, but she's thinking over the loss of her kids. How much it hurt to see them die in front of her, only hours apart. How would she feel thinking someone took her child and wouldn't let them come home?
That's the only reason she lets you leave. She knows she must stay in the Ruins in the chance someone else falls, but her heart aches for you. She gives you her number to call, begging you to stay in touch and keep her updated.
With a pie to keep you fed, she wishes you off, and you feel a damp spot on your shoulder when she hugs you.
Off into the Underground you're leased, now with the opportunity to chose your own fate. Hopefully, your peaceful experience with Toriel keeps you on the path to good, but that's your decision to make. Chose wisely. Don't break her heart.
Desperate Dad Asgore... whose heart breaks when a small child finds their way into his throne room, so small and bruised and bloodied from a journey through the Underground.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who cannot raise his trident to the little human, instead finds himself retrieving a medical kit, setting the tiny child onto his throne with a cup of tea the size of their head so he can tend to their wounds.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who jokes with them, commenting on how lovely their ribbon looks, finds himself thankful to find no dust on them. But they're dirty. Clothes damp from the snow and water, pants singed, and sweat sticking to their body as they look so tired.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who could never get rid of Chara and Asriel's old clothes, so he offers the child a night so sleep and some clothes.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who struggles to compose himself when the child comes out from a bath adorned in the green and yellow striped sweater. He admits he teared up quite a lot, the child's short brown hair only kick starting his memory of Chara shyly exploring the kingdom home.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who cares for the child to the best of his ability, goes overboard with his worrying. He baby-proofs his house, is ever so careful of what he cooks, and especially never allows the child alone with his buttercup garden.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who keeps the child secret from his own people, assuring that their soul has been secured and the child killed.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who raises the child alone, until another falls only a few months later, a sibling to the original, adorning boxing gear, a slight dust coating their body. The older sibling only breaks down into tears when they see their little sibling, alive and okay. All the monsters had been talking about how they were 'another human! The second soul! We'll be free if I can just kill you!'
Desperate Dad Asgore... who doesn't know how to feel when the older child sobs out about how they killed an innocent monster who said they tried to kill the cyan soul. How they couldn't move after the situation, felt so horrible, and didn't mean to! They just got so, so angry and they punched and then the monster just... disintegrated.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who decides to talk the child down, assuring them that they're okay, they are just a scared child in an unfamiliar situation and they didn't know what else to do. He won't admit how apprehensive he was when he considered taking in the child.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who ultimately decides yes, he will take in this child. He won't let them separate from their sibling, nor kill another monster to leave the underground.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who slowly grows more content when more children fall, the sixth child falling by the time the first two humans are middle age, the castle remodeled for more housing as he took in the children.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who equally shared his attention with all of his children, until the orange-souled child passes from old age, and the whole family mourns horribly from the loss.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who gets found out after, and his people are furious, and he breaks down, struggling to choose between his people under the rule that had put their whole and unwavering trust in him or his family that he had built from shattered remains that he had spent decades protecting and nurturing.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who steels himself and calls his people to hear a public announcement. It develops into a slideshow as he shows the decades spent cooking, laughing, raising, and showing how amazing his kids and he was. He relents how wrong he was to declare a human hunt decree, how wrong he was to with death upon these wonderful, beautiful children when he knew they were innocent and that the humans who had murdered Asriel were long gone, and the humans that had sealed them underground were nothing but particles now, any and all memories of them forgotten entirely and the only way they survived was from the legend of the great war.
Desperate Dad Asgore... who pleads with his people to leave his children untouched, who even brings up the fact his oldest child' had passed and even promised their soul to free monster kind. He pleads to let time play out, no matter how morbid the idea is, no matter how horrible it will be to watch his children die in front of him, but letting them age out would be much easier than letting his children spill their own blood all in that day. His youngest was three for his own sake! Three years old!
Characters ⸺ Weaver (MafiaTale Muffet)
Genre ⸺ Fluff, headcanons
Synopsis ⸺ What happened when a little human comes into the Spider Cafe? Well, Weaver will just have to wring them of every gold. And they just keep coming back! How wonderful~
Triggers ⸺ Arachnaphoia | Spiders crawling on you
Word Count ⸺ 358
Optional Author Note ⸺ Thank you so so much for being my first ask! I hope this is to your taste, and if not? Feel free to ask again and I'll build onto it with more detail :)
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Firstly, when Weaver had made it to the surface, the first thing she ended up doing was meeting her counterparts of herself. She was put off by her swap variants. They are so... quiet.
After she and her non-swap varients set up their cafe together, it isn't long before news spreads of a spider cafe and you grow curious enough to stop by.
Muffet is quick to draw you in, offering 'deals' of buy one, get one. She never said free, but you could always buy another. And sweet innocent you did so with a smile.
Even with how many monster's come through her shop either passing on their way through, or they too grew interested in her shop, there was never one who looked as eager as you as you impatiently handed over your gold and started trying her treats.
She expected you to go running, especially when a spider climbed onto your hand, so she could grab you and turn you into a pastry. Except you don't.
She watches as your eyes go all big and starry, in awe at the spider on your hand, gushing over how cute and tiny it is,
Even the spider is taken aback as you continue to ramble at how utterly adorable the little arachnid is.
Muffet only grins, taking it as an opportunity to wring your pockets of more gold before you leave. She tempts you with more and more expensive drinks, sandwiches, and desserts.
And you continue to pay up until you're completely empty of all gold. And she frowns at you, telling you about how there was a muffin that she wanted you to look at.
It's only a few days before your return, giddy as ever to sit at a table, eating that muffin she suggested, drinking some cider, just happy to be playing with her hard-working spiders when they're on break.
Perhaps Weaver will start.. saying your order is almost half of what it's rung up to be. "Just a machine glitch, nothing to worry about. 580 gold." Surprisingly, this glitch only occurs with your order.
Surely Weaver isn't just docking the total due...
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Guess who's getting kicked out of their apartment :)))))) So yeah obviously it's not great, because I am poor, so I'm opening up some emergency commissions! If you like my writing, then maybe consider commissioning me!
Price: $5 (US dollars) per 500 words
Will write: Character x character, character x reader, character x oc, smut, yandere, basically anything you can find on my blog!
Won't write: Fontcest, sanscest, any frisk ships, just anything gross really lmao
Anyway, I'm gonna be opening up just five slots for now, so go ahead and dm me if you're interested! Thanks for reading, have a good day!
