it's *not* the end.

asriel dreemurr of undertale. affiliated with eridaenus/indie friendly.

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{ylisse} - merciful endeavors

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Initially speaking, the sound of a child was what brought Frederick towards the source of the noise so quickly. To see and hear three armed men chip away at a tree with weapons was a sight and sound that only helped reduce his search time before he was behind all three at once. With one sweep of his lance, the three were soon apprehended as he made word of the knight regiment soon coming for their heads for encroaching onto royal territory. No sooner did they flee like wild rats before Frederick turned his attention upwards. 

Only to find himself shocked at the sight before him. This having been the apparent source and cry for help–a child or.. at least.. what he thought was one. The fact of the matter was: That was a goat. A supposed talking goat. Nothing about him even seemed to resemble Taguel.. which most likely meant he had been a stray or a wanderer from the Gates (to which he had most graciously made a sign for therein after). 

Placing the lance at his back, he would look up at the young boy before holding out both of his arms, giving him a stern yet comforting look. 

“ Make your way down as you see fit and try to enter my arms if you can. There is no need to worry. I’ve no sworn oath to apprehend a child. “ If that’s what they even were. 

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The trio of bandits weren’t very smart. Some part of Asriel (deep) within him sneered at how easily they’d been dispatched, and for a fleeting moment, he thought about human SOULs--

Ah, but he didn’t fight anymore. Not ever, if he could help it. He looked down at his savior--a steadfast man with a magnificent warhorse--and he couldn’t hold back his delighted gasp of glee.

He looked so...cool!

Okay, right, right, back to the situation. Asriel hesitated before he kicked off of the tree, falling a bit ungracefully into the arms of the knight. He offered the human a sheepish smile as he wriggled, not satisfied until his feet were back on the ground. Once that happened, he clapped his hands together and beamed at him.

“Gosh, what a lucky save...! I don’t think I did anything wrong...did I? I-I was just traveling, and they came across me...I can’t thank you enough, sir. They were talking about selling me at the market!”

The wayward prince offered him a bow.

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{underground} - peaceful intentions

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“Yeah?” He paused again, half agreeing with him and half questioning. “Well I’m not so sure. Not too used to friendly greetings.” Batou leaned back against a cave wall. 

“All of it.” It was mostly how they looked. But then again if everyone here really was that friendly to outsiders it would make things easier. 

“It might. To be honest, now I’m just curious. You’re pretty unusual to me.” Closest thing he had ever seen to the goat kid was spoiled billionaires who could afford custom made nonhuman bodies, illegal toys of the super elite. Not something he wanted to explain to them if he didn’t have too.

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The man relaxed a bit, leaning against the wall, and Asriel hummed. Provided Undyne and the rest of the more aggressive sorts didn’t feel as though they had to jump in and start pulverizing any humans in order to defend their homes, they should be able to keep the bloodshed down to a minimum.

Frisk would be pleased!

“Well...there’s plenty of people different from me, but no one that can’t be reasoned with. Just be kind and show them you come in peace...and p-patient. You know? Some of us are a little skittish right now!”

Asriel placed a finished flower crown to the side, stroking his furry, clawed fingers across his chin. “You won’t even have to hide, that way.”

“Urah hahah...No monsters where you come from, huh...? I’m nobody special! Your eyes though, they look pretty special!”

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@dreeamings

belgium stared at the…well, she wasn’t quite sure what they were. they reminded her of a goat, though the way they stood and what they worse suggested they were much more than that. of all those that she had met, she was certain that they were by far the most different of the bunch. the others she had met were more or less human, at least in appearance and it was rather obvious that they were not human.

with a tilt of her head, she slowly approached them, careful not to move too quickly for fear of possibly scaring them away. stopping a decent distance away from them, she let a small smile grace her lips and folded her arms behind her back. 

                                   “Hallo ! Are you…lost, perhaps?”     

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A human was ambling his way, but he could tell in a heartbeat that she meant him no harm. Asriel turned his attention elsewhere in the meanwhile, leaning in and examining a few of the beautiful pillars of light that could sweep anyone away to another world in moments.

After a long stint spent in the Underground--repeating the same things in the same scenery over and over and over--he can scarcely believe it all. His floppy ears waggled a bit as he heard the woman pose a question his way, and he faced her with a soft smile.

“H-Hello! I wouldn’t say...lost, since I know the way back home, but...I’m ‘lost’ in the situation?” He laughed, bright and airy. “I’ve never seen or heard of anything like this place, you know...!”

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{underground} - peaceful intentions

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He was dead quiet for a few minutes. “You’ve got a sharp eye.” Couldn’t deny it. Probably some sort of keen smelling sense too, so Batou disengaged his optical camo. 

“Yeah I’m a solider but I’m through fighting wars. I don’t want any trouble.” They seemed pretty peaceful, so Batou hadn’t felt like saying he was a fighter from fear it might startle them. That was all in the past now though. He fought for peace and justice now, but all within the rules of society, which could sometimes make them out to be the bad guys.  

Batou figured if he was gonna go undetected here, he might as well get any intel he could from the goat that had already spotted him. “Is everyone here like you?”

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A sharp eye, huh? He supposed so. He’d been through far too many resets and loads and alterations of the same events in every single way they could be played to not be able to read people. Monsters and humans, in a sense, weren’t even all that different. Looking a bit amused, he giggled.

“...Wars are never fun. If you come in peace, I think the others will like you...!” Asriel offered him a grin before turning back to braiding the flower stems, humming softly at the question.

“Well...’like me’, how? Do you mean ‘looks like’ me or ‘acts like’ me? W-Would it make a difference if they did?”

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{underground} - nothing good

unapostle

Asriel had a habit of making himself scarce--even in his own homeland--partly due to guilt and partly due to the myriad of complicated matters surrounding his return to life, however temporary it may be. He skulked around the sights of Alphys’s cameras that he had long since memorized the locations of, padding up and down the long hallways of the laboratory here in Hotland. Everything looked the same as ever,which was what his patrols were meant to investigate, save for--

A human. A boy, in fact, standing perilously close to the messy hole in the wall and the once-again-locked door that led to the so-called True Lab, which he seemed to be investigating. Asriel called out to him as he approached, twisting his fingers around the edges of his shirt.

“...You don’t want to go down there. There’s nothing good at all about that place. Th-There’s a lot nicer things to see here...!.”

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{ylisse} - merciful endeavors

ferventpartisan

It was reckless of him, perhaps, but one day Asriel sneaked away from his friends and went to investigate the stargate all on his own. To experience the splendor of that midway-point between stars was one thing--

To actually leap into another world? That was something else altogether!

Asriel’s fear of reverting to a flower was mercifully proven wrong. Upon arriving in the pristine natural splendor of a land somewhat like medieval Earth and yet...not, he was still himself. Despite everything.

Good to know. He’d have hated for Frisk to see him as a blossom again...

What wasn’t good to know was the fact that apparently small, furry monster kids could be fetched for a premium in this place, and as a result, Asriel found himself hiding far up a tree as a trio of slavers jeered at him, thrusting their spears and swords against the trunk.

“We don’t have to fight!” Asriel pleaded, though strangely he never once actually called out for help. That wasn’t a luxury he was used to.

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{underground} - peaceful intentions

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“Tell me about it.” No use trying to hide when this thing wasn’t even human. He was going to stick out like a sore thumb here. A underground world was too promising to pass up though. Another outsider might have been fooled into thinking it was just night time, but his eyes could tell that the stars were fake. 

“No, just here to look around. I won’t cause a stir I promise.” Hard to prove that since this thing had spotted him right off the bat while trying to orient himself. Batou stepped back, turning on his thermoptic camo to fade into the shadows. He was about to leave without a trace till something the goat creature said caught him off guard.

“What do you mean?”

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No trouble, at least. That was good. Assuming he could trust the human at his word...He had no reason not to, he supposed.

Asriel sat right on down where he was, beginning to twist and work the flowers in his hands. It still felt kind of weird, having hands.

“It’s...something about the way you’re walking?” he said, pausing only briefly to wrinkle his nose as some pollen threatened to cause a sneeze. “Standing. Talking? I-I mean...it doesn’t seem like you’re used to not being in danger...um, am I wrong, though?”

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{underground} - peaceful intentions

batousection9

Asriel knew trouble when he saw it. There was no proof really that this fellow meant any real harm, but he had the feeling he could cause some “real harm”, quite easily, if he so wished.

The young prince watched the man emerge from the brilliance of the stargate with a wary look in his eyes. After a moment, he only continued his careful cultivation of the golden flowers around them, his voice light and friendly as he addressed the newcomer.

“You’re...another visitor. We’ve had a lot of them lately.”

The man seemed to be getting his bearings. A common enough response. He’d heard that world-hopping was a disorienting experience, after all.

“Welcome to the Underground! Y-You don’t intend to cause any trouble, do you?”

Asriel brought a bundle of flowers to his nose, inhaling fondly. It was almost like he wasn’t paying attention, but then he opened one eye and smiled faintly, his next comment cryptic. “...Things must be hard where you come from.”

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‘haunt your dreams, then your life.

Anxiety had began to fill his being to his very core. Humans were everywhere, and monsters accepted them just as he expected. However, when concerned with the behaviors of the humans and their antics, he’d yet to wonder about the monsters that had adopted him not so long ago until now. Toriel and Asgore had disappeared, and Asriel was nowhere to be seen. While the idea that the three had inevitably met their end didn’t faze him, there was a feeling of hopelessness knotting his insides. Obtaining food would become difficult, and those around the kingdom were still weary when confronted with humans, and thus without the protection of the royal family, he could be attacked any moment. He was vulnerable.

Chara didn’t enjoy the thought of being weak and out of control. Upon this realization, there was one area where he could cope, devise a plan as he did when he first arrived to the underground. Soon enough, he found himself in the Ruins. Fortunately, what he found was his best friend. With a sigh of relief, he began to approach the other, a look of humor across his features as he shrugged.

Now he could relax a bit more with his position safe and sound.

“It’s just you. Asriel.” It probably didn’t make much sense for Asriel to understand what Chara meant, the boy explaining further for his relief in order for their conversation to proceed. “I have been seeing humans. A good amount. They did not talk to you, did they?” He was more concerned for Asriel to think differently of how Chara behaved from other humans than the monster’s safety, however, the question was placed innocently enough. When his inquiries weren’t answered in a timely fashion, one where it wouldn’t cause the boy to become impatient, he finally examined his friend’s face.

“Why do you look as if you’ve seen a ghost?”

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Humans! So many of them. He had never before seen humans here in such numbers--not in all of his nigh-endless loops--and comparing one to another was akin to comparing different colors; they were all on a spectrum, but vastly different and unique! Like...like even the tiniest difference in shade made a whole new person! (Their SOULs were the same, this much he did know.)

Those shiny portals were new too. Frisk had talked about them earlier, about what they did, and the young prince was caught between investigating and keeping as far away as possible. There was no guarantee that he’d not turn back to a flower the instant he left the Underground, after all...but still, he thought there’d be no harm in looking.

Then, a sudden voice.

“It’s just you, Asriel.”

But there was nothing “just” about the voice’s owner, in more ways than one. Asriel’s eyes widened as shock coursed through his frame, because, it was, impossibly, him. His fur frizzed out as if he’d been hit by lightning. He couldn’t mistake anyone else for Chara. (Not even Frisk, any longer.) The notion seemed ridiculous now that he faced his friend in the flesh, because Chara had a...unique atmosphere.

“I talked to...some of them...a little?” he squeaked out belatedly, and he didn’t know whether to sob and grab his friend or run away as fast as he could. 

He’d ever been a crybaby. Tears sprang to his eyes anyway and his voice gave out.

“...Ch-Chara...”

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hello friends i am here

hellooo my name is angel and i’ll be your resident asriel! he’s a new muse to me but one i’ve wanted to write for a long time, so i hope we all have fun!

you’re free to follow my twitter here if you’d like.

with that being said, if anyone would care for a starter, please feel free to drop me a like! i’ll cap at 3 for now for non-castmates, and any castmate can like for a starter regardless!

[residentialrabbit]

May we have some Frisk and Asriel too?

here you go!

[vinyllass]

royal siblings eating nice cream

reblog if you agree

[sendalight]

“STOP DOING THAT!! JUST LET ME WIN!!!”

[ben-bendraws]

“Hey…Remember me?….It’s me….Your bestfriend….”

Since i doodled wee baby Asriel i decided to draw also Big Boss Asriel For the last page on my sketchpad.

Hope you guys enjoy!