Note: Things other than creative projects (such as ask games) are tagged with #not creative project. . My name is Kai, but you can also call me Eevee or Kaivee/Kaiveon. :) I use xe/xem/xyr or they/them pronouns. :D Feel free to send me submissions/prompts! I may or may not get to them, but I’d love to receive them anyway! <3
It's a canon divergent Undertale AU that I'm working on writing. I'm not sure when I'll actually have any writing up, but I'm already really invested in it!
What is it?
Save Our Souls (SOS) is a canon divergent Undertale AU that breaks away from canon at the end of the Omega Flowey fight. After the human souls rebel, Flowey tries to reset, but things go wrong and Flowey and the human souls both start to "glitch out" before disappearing.
This leaves Frisk unable to reset, but not without hope of a happy ending. With Chara, their friend and ghost companion by their side, Frisk is determined to somehow find the human souls and save everyone. But will they be able to succeed?
After a devastating war, the old clans traveled to a new territory. There, they formed three new clans: PetalClan, CloudClan, and ShellClan. This story, of Petals, Clouds, and Shells (oPCaS) follows these three clans, switching between them to tell an interwoven story.
This blog will contain a combination of writing and comics, likely leaning heavier on the "pure" writing side.
This blog will contain heavy themes, such as animal death and violence. I will do my best to tag these things, but I may be more lax when tagging "canon-typical" subject matter. If you suspect I missed something, please don't hesitate to reach out.
This blog will not have an upload schedule. Please be aware that I am often busy with other things, and likely won't update this blog very often.
Unless things get insane, my ask box should always be open. If you have any questions, comments, whatever, please reach out!! But with that said, I hope you all enjoy oPCaS!! <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
so, uh. this. was not meant to be this long ^^' it wasn't meant to be *checks word-count* almost 3,000 words????? starclan above... ._.
this is for this clangen story, occurring prior to moon 0 (also, here, have the cat list!!)
CW: cat death, cats being killed by cars, grief (let me know if i need to add anything else!!)
INSPIRATION: the gathering/moonplace stuff is inspired partially by canon -- both the original territories (highstones/the moonstone) and the new territories (the moonpool, the island) -- as well as by the moontree from @new-era-wcrp!! the tumblr blog has been redone recently, and i don't know if the moontree is going to exist in any future iterations, but. it wouldn't feel right to not mention it, so :D yeah <3 (also sorry for the tag lav)
TAG LIST: also, if anyone is interested in a tag list for this. let me know. because i could totally make that :3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Something I wrote for Undertale's tenth birthday. Talking about my personal experiences with Undertale and what it means to me. (Note that this is NOT a fanfic.)
I have an idea for something else I wanted to write for this occasion, (a fanfic, lol,) but this felt right to get out first. It's unpolished, and personal, but it's real.
[Image ID: An acrylic painting on an unusually shaped canvas. The painting is of a beach, ocean, and sky. There are various seashells on the beach. Foam bubbles from the ocean onto the shore. Streaks of white create waves in the ocean. In the sky, there are seagulls. One seagull holds a french fry. A golden "frame" is painted on the outside. The gold paint shimmers in the light. End ID]
fixed version of this teaser (colors of eric/ alex swapped)
[Image ID: A list of names in a pixel font, all in different colors. The order is: "Myth," in purple; "Lucy," in light blue; "Persie," in green; "Eric," in orange; "Alex," in dark blue; "Clover," in yellow. The names "Eric" and "Alex" overlap slightly, while the rest of the names do not. End ID]
alt versions under cut
[Image ID: Alternate versions of the above image. There are different background colors and colors surrounding the names. Everything else is the same, however. End ID]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
SOS CHAPTER THREE BABEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so, fun anecdote about this one: this. was not meant to be a full chapter. but then it went "yeah, i'm gonna be a full chapter anyway." so. here we are :3
[If you wanna join a tag list for SOS, please let me know!!]
an exercise for my creative writing class (~400 words)
prompt: describe a character like an animal (i decided to go for a pit-bull)
Chara's lips draw back in a snarl as they step backwards, back pressing against the wall, fine, thin hair on their arms and legs attempting to bristle.
Their eyes dart between the people who had taken them in. A growl builds in their throat. Their nostrils flare. Their fingernails dig into their palms as they push farther against the wall, eyes blazing.
Chara's heart pounds. Their muscles tense, legs aching to run. Their eyes continue darting around, searching for an exit, an escape — there isn't one.
Part of them wants to back down, lower their head in shame as they retreat into a corner, tail between their legs. They'd whimper in fear, cowering in terror from the monsters who'd promised to protect them.
But they won't. They can't. Like it or not, they're a weapon now. They don't like it. They don't want to hurt anyone. They don't get a choice — they have to protect themself, to fight.
They're surrounded. Someone steps closer, reaching a clawed hand out. A threat, a threat, a threat, a threat, Chara's panicked mind provides. On instinct, they lunge forward, teeth sinking into the flesh of the outstretched hand. The taste of iron fills their mouth.
The monster roars as they shake Chara off, drops of blood flying from their now-injured hand.
They need to flee. Chara takes a step forward, but immediately takes two steps backwards as they realize they're still trapped. Their heart beats faster, but they have to hold onto their anger, have to keep the ones who want to hurt them afraid of them instead.
Another hand reaches out. Chara about to snap, about to bark for them to get back, when the hand rests gently atop their head, fingers slowly combing through their hair. Chara pauses, confused, because, wait, didn't they want to hurt me?
Chara hesitates for long enough for someone to touch their back. They flinch, bloodied teeth bared, but the others reach out again anyway. Fingers massage their scalp as a paw rubs their back. They bristle, muscles ready to spring, nails ready to slash.
They crumple to the floor with a whimper. Chara curls into a ball as the ones who took them in, their family, they hope, maybe some day far in the future, whisper reassurances. Fingers continue running through their hair as a paw rubs circles between their shoulder-blades.
hi!! I really liked this Goncharov poster of yours https://www.tumblr.com/eeveearoace-creative/725845707519655936/since-goncharov-is-trending-again-i-want-finally?source=share
I have a kind of weird request, could use it in a school magazine article?? (with credits off)
[Image ID: Artwork from Animal Jam, an online game. Both pieces feature Eevees, a fox-like Pokemon with a lion's mane and rabbit ears. One Eevee is brown and cream, it's normal coloring, while the other is silver and white, its rarer, shiny coloring. Both have a rainbow pixel border. Behind the Eevees are two flags, the aromantic and asexual flags, split down the middle, with the aromantic flag on the left, and the asexual flag on the right. The aromantic flag goes dark green, light green, white, gray, black. The asexual flag goes black, gray, white, purple. Both pieces are credited to Darlin8, OP's Animal Jam account. End ID]
[Image ID: A list of names in a pixel font, all in different colors. The order is: "Myth," in purple; "Lucy," in light blue; "Persie," in green; "Eric," in dark blue; "Alex," in orange; "Clover," in yellow. The names "Eric" and "Alex" overlap slightly, while the rest of the names do not. End ID]
alt versions under cut!
[Image ID: Alternate versions of the above image. There are different background colors and colors surrounding the names. Everything else is the same, however. End ID]
cw: child abuse, broken bones, blood, trauma, self-hatred, suicidal thoughts (um. yeah. maybe this one is a little fucked up... whoops!)
~ 2500k words
chara makes sure asriel is fast asleep before slipping out of his bedroom.
for the first couple months chara stayed with the dreemurrs, chara had been given asriel's room — asriel, meanwhile, temporarily moved to asgore and toriel's room. being alone in asriel's room made chara feel like an invader — this was his space, not theirs. how dare they kick him out of his own space? it definitely had nothing to do with how sick chara felt seeing the evidence of asriel's happy life, filled with toys, and drawings hung on the walls, and soft, fresh sheets, and a family that actually cared, one that saw him as more than just a burden. chara can't help but wonder if asriel had ever gone to bed hungry. or if his parents had ever hit him. chara's not sure which answer would make them feel worse.
after a couple of months, chara had convinced toriel and asgore to let asriel move back into his room. that was only fair, right? well, no, not really — it wasn't fair that asriel had been forced to move out of his own room, but toriel and asgore said that they had wanted to make chara as comfortable as possible. they had lost so much, they said, going from a life free aboveground, to a life trapped in underground. that, plus a newly broken leg, had been enough for the king and queen to insist that chara have their own space, at least until they recovered or they had figured out what to do next. but although chara had protested that they'd be fine sleeping on the couch in the living room — it was more comfortable than their bed back "home," anyway, although they didn't share that part aloud — the dreemurrs refused to let chara move out of asriel's room, instead setting up another bed for them. but perhaps strangest of all, asriel had seemed excited to share his room with someone. chara didn't understand.
… they don't mind sharing a space with him.
asriel's snoring causes chara to nearly jump out of their skin. squeezing their eyes shut, chara takes a moment to catch their breath — it's fine, it's just azzy snoring, everything's fine — before silently hurrying to the kitchen. it hadn't taken chara long to figure out how heavy of a sleeper asriel is. honestly, it was a relief to find out. chara's good at being quiet, of course, able to move about a space without making a single sound — but having the extra assurance of asriel being a heavy sleeper is nice, just in case.
no floorboards creak as chara slips into the kitchen. as far as they can tell, the dreemurr's home doesn't seem to have any creaky floorboards, unlike the house they grew up in. still, they make sure to step as quietly as possible, any potential sound muffled by their thick, fluffy socks. their ears strain for the slightest noise — but after a quick check of their surroundings, chara swallows back their fear eases open the door to the pantry.
chara's eyes flicker across the shelves for anything they can eat quickly and quietly. they bite their tongue, their heart pounding faster and faster by the second. why do they have to have so many baking supplies? toriel's baking is delicious and everything, but it doesn't help chara right now, not when they have to build up a stock of food, just in case. just in case.
after what feels like an eternity, but couldn't have been much more than a few heartbeats, chara decides to grab a bag of what they can only assume to be trail-mix. they don't recognize everything in it, and they're not sure what parts of it might make a crunch — but if worst comes to worst, everything is small enough to be swallowed whole. as an added bonus, there's enough bags of trail-mix that one going missing shouldn't be too noticeable.
chara flinches as the trail-mix rustles in the bag. they send a quick prayer up to a god that clearly never loved them, praying that nobody else heard their fuck-up, before easing the pantry door shut as lightly as possible.
all they have to do now is make it back to asriel's room unnoticed. they hold the bag of trail-mix as still as they possibly can as they sneak back to safety, not wanting to risk making another sound. when they get back to asriel's room, asriel's snoring should be enough to cover up the rustling of the tail-mix — they can hide it somewhere then.
they just have to make it there first. i'm so close.
chara's heart free-falls in their chest as they turn around, finding themself face-to-face with asgore.
asgore blinks in surprise. he doesn't look mad, but when he opens his mouth to speak, all chara can hear are alarm bells blaring in their ears. their breath hitches in their throat. tears begin stinging the corners of their eyes, because i fucked up, i fucked up, it's all over, it's done. i'm done. he's going to kill me.
asgore's brows knit together in something that, if chara was any dumber, they might've mistook for concern. asgore's mouth opens once more, but nothing other than that awful ringing comes out. at some point, chara's trembling hands had dropped the bag of trail-mix — the prize they had risked so much for, gone. and for what? they have no-one to blame but themself.
before they even realize what they're doing, chara is running. they throw open the front door and run like their life depends on it — and maybe it does. they've never fucked up with asgore before — maybe he isn't one for second-chances. maybe he'll refuse to forgive someone he caught trying to steal right under his nose. when chara's own father had caught them stealing before, the consequences were severe — asgore doesn't have that same connection to chara. what if his punishment is worse? he took me in when i had nowhere else to go. chara's blood runs cold as they realize that whatever punishment asgore has planned for them, it'll be far, far worse than anything their father had ever done. what if he kills me? how tragic that chara finally doesn't want to die anymore.
muddy water splashes around chara as they run straight through a puddle. their socks, now soaked, squelch uncomfortably, and despite everything, they find themself grimacing. before they can stop themself, they steal a look over their shoulder, their heart somehow sinking further as they spot asgore chasing them.
fuck, fuck, fuck. stupid, useless tears sting the corners of chara's eyes as they futilely try to blink them away. they rub their eyes with the back of their hand, trying to clear their blurring vision.
unexpected grief fills their chest as they gravity of what they've done truly hits them. they family they've been accepted into — even if they're not their family, because who would ever actually want chara? — will surely want nothing to do with them now. if it was their real family, the humans who had raised them and they had grown up around, who wanted nothing to do with chara, that would be fine — because chara doesn't want anything to do with them, either. it's not like they still ache at night, trying to figure out what they did wrong, why their parents and siblings and community never loved them.
but the thought of the dreemurrs not wanting chara? it hits them like a tidal wave of sadness, even if, logically, they know it shouldn't. the dreemurrs just took care of them out of a feeling of obligation — just like everybody else. it's nothing different, nothing new. nobody has ever actually wanted them. they've known this for a long time, and they've since then accepted it. so why is the thought of losing the dreemurrs so devastating?
a sudden spark of pain from chara's bad leg sends them crashing to the ground with a scream. their knee scrapes the ground, dust and dirt pricking at their skin — but chara has no time to stop, not with asgore, the king, chara's increasingly terrified mind provides, in hot pursuit. whatever he was going to do to me before, running no doubt made it worse. chara struggles to their feet, but after just a moment, their leg gives out for a second time. they try to stand again, but the pain in their leg quickly turns to agony. their leg slides across the rough ground, leaving behind a splattered trail of blood.
chara's head pounds as they stop and turn around. there's nothing they can do now.
rage burns in their father's eyes as he steps forward.
"i'm sorry!" they cry, trying to shrink away from him. they've barely moved an inch away when their back hits the wall. "i'm sorry," they sob again, "pl-please, don't—"
a stinging, burning pain runs across chara's face, cutting them off.
"silence," their father hisses.
he grabs them by the wrist. they can't stop themself from whimpering in fear as their father drags them up the stairs. they try to pull away, try to free themself, but he's too strong — only a few heartbeats later, their father flings open the door to their empty storage closet, a tiny, cramped space, just big enough for someone to stand in.
"p-please," they stammer, "please, don't, i'm sorry, please—"
their father doesn't listen to their pleas. they're thrown inside the room. a second later, a click! confirms they've been locked in. they sink to the floor with a sob.
"i'm sorry," chara sobs, but they've heard this story before — they know how it plays out. they know what happens next. "i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry—"
"child, are you alright?"
… what?
"i don't understand. what happened? did i… did i do something to frighten you?"
chara doesn't respond, not sure what to say. asgore reaches out a fluffy white paw, only for chara to flinch away. asgore freezes — a moment later, he draws backward.
he's… not mad? chara doesn't understand. or maybe monster anger just looks different…?
"… i'm sorry," chara says eventually.
now it's asgore's turn to be confused. "for what? child, if i did something to frighten you…" he shakes his head and sighs. "i should be the one to apologize, not you."
chara's not sure to say to that, so, they simply don't say anything. they look away, fiddling awkwardly with the sleeve of their sweater.
"you're hurt," asgore realizes, snapping chara's full attention back to him. "we should get you home so we can get you fixed up. can you walk?"
… home? he wants me to come back with him? is… is this a trick? but as chara looks up at asgore, they can't help but think he looks so sincere, like he's actually worried about them, actually wants them in his life. and maybe this is a trick, and maybe chara should know better, but… they push themself to their feet. they stumble, but they manage to remain standing. asgore reaches out a paw before snatching it back.
"may i?" he asks.
chara hesitates. they want to say no, but the numbing pain crawling up their leg tells them that they won't be able to walk on their own. reluctantly, chara nods.
asgore picks them up. chara yelps in surprise — they had expected asgore to help them walk, not pick them up entirely.
"are you alright?" asgore asks. there's a note of worry in his voice. chara still doesn't understand.
"mhm."
if he suspects any differently, he doesn't say so. he just begins walking back towards his house. after a few moments of hesitation, chara sinks against his soft fur, breathing in the comfort.
"whatever you think you did, just know, you're not in trouble." asgore pauses. "do you… do you want to talk about it? whatever you say, i promise i won't be upset."
chara bites their tongue. what is there to talk about? asgore might not think he'll get mad, but what if he does? they shudder. they don't want to risk that. "uh-uh."
"… okay." asgore sighs. to chara's relief, he doesn't press any further.
it doesn't take long for the two of them to get back to the house. the door is still flung wide open "close the door! we raised you better than that!" when they get there. asgore carries chara inside, setting them down gently in a wooden dining room chair.
"it doesn't look like we woke tori up," asgore mumbles to himself. he steps away for a moment to close the front door, returning a heartbeat later with a first-aid kit. he puts it on the table, then steps away once again. he comes back with a damp cloth.
"i'm just going to clean your knee really quick, okay?" asgore waits for chara to nod before beginning to wipe away the dirt and blood. their leg tingles with pain, but thankfully, they're able to keep themself from squirming. asgore finishes quickly. he dries chara's leg, then ducks away to dispose of the cloth. when he returns, he opens the first-aid kit with a click and pulls out a tube of ointment.
"this might sting a little," he warns. chara nods, putting on their best brave face — they're not scared of a little pain. but as asgore begins spreading the ointment across chara's knee, they're left whimpering from the pain as asgore whispers hushed reassurances. finally, he's done, and he bandages up chara's knee. he gives their bandaged wound a small kiss before stepping away. "ready?" he asks. again, chara nods.
asgore picks chara back up and heads for asriel's room. the door gives a soft creeeak as it opens. asriel is still snoring, and despite everything that happened tonight, chara can't help but smile at that. asgore sets chara down in their bed.
"what drawer are your socks in?" asgore whispers.
too tired to say anything in response, chara just points. asgore opens the drawer, pulls out a pair of socks, and hands them to chara. at the same time, chara pulls off their soiled, muddy socks, and holds them for a moment, not sure what to do with them.
"i'll take care of them," asgore offers. silently, he trades chara's soiled socks for a pair of fresh, clean ones. chara slides them on, then slowly begins to tug their blanket over themself. it feels like such an anticlimactic ending to the night, but it seems to hit all at once just how tired chara is.
[Image ID: Text in one of Undertale's fonts reading "Save Our Souls." Eight hearts, or souls, surround the text, each in a different color, except for two which are both red. There is a version with a black background and a transparent version. End ID]
