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main account: @unknownmelodies hello, hello! this is my official 2nd account where i will be posting more types of media other the slasher!band au, other aus, other creations of mine, and so much more to come!

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Welcome to my Blog~! come closer, come, come!

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I SAID COME CLOSER

Yah-hoh!, im Liz, or Melody! (they/them), im a hungarian writer! thus, my english will be weird, dont be afraid to give me small pointers here and there, im just a silly little racoon trying to find company with my chaos of writings behind me!

speaking of my writings... you can find them in many more places!

My main account on tumblr: @unknownmelodies I write mainly about slashers, slasher!band au, and many more to come!

My wattpad: @poisonedphramany_ (sorry to the fella i tagged-) I have a slasher!band au fanfiction released there!

MASTERPOSTS

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RULES:

> Fontcest Homophobic, Transphobic

> Misogynistic

> Racist, Sexist, Ableist, Discrimination, etc.

> Invalidates A Person's Pronouns / Gender / Identity

> Sexualizes Minors, Jokes About R×pe, etc.

Do not do anything weird or inappropriate with my OC Kaitlyn she’s a minor. And in general don’t make weird stuff with my skeleton AUs or any of my original characters either. Keep it respectful and don’t cross the line.

FANFICTIONS

Blossoming Of Dreams [Slasher!BandAU] Untitled Violence [Original Story], Stories My Brain Birthed [Original oneshots, stories, poems, drabbles (i couldnt think of a better title)]

Main things i write about:

When writing about the au's, i cover Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster! Feel free to ask about them as much as you'd like!!!

Undertale Au's (mainly Fell Au's, Mafia/Mob Au's, but i cover every au in general)

Slashers (Slasher!Band au, Au's in general)

Undertale Au's on the table (and more to come!)

Main 7 Au's:

Undertale

Underswap

Underfell

Swapfell

Fellswap

Fellswap!Red

Fellswap!Gold

Horror's:

Horrortale

Horrorswap

Horrorfell

HorrorSwapfell

HorrorFellswap

HorrorFellswap!Red

Horror!Fellswap!Gold

Mafia's/Mob's:

Mafiatale

Mafiaswap

Mafiafell

MafiaSwapfell

MafiaFellswap

MafiaFellswap!Red

MafiaFellswapGold

Mobtale

Mobswap

Mobfell

MobSwapfell

MobFellswap

MobFellswap!Red

MobFellswapGold

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How the Gaster brothers laugh:

Sans: Hehe

Papyrus: NYEHEHE!

Wingdings: fehehehe...

(mf sounds like kerekiyo from danganronpa v3)

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SAME. EXACT. PERSON.

THESE ARE MY VOICE CLAIMS FOR SWAP BEACUSE BOY DO THEY MATCH HIM IN VOICE AND PERSONALITY (well...not counting jack being a yandere-)

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Gaster gang Fell headcanon - Food

A/N: I've been obssesing over some freshly served snacks I gotten yesterday at a stand that my parents never given permission to eat at beacuse they called it "greasy" and thought... HEY- This kinda fits fell! And I love Fell! HELL I LOVE ALL THE SKELETONS LETS DO A HEADCANON!

He would be the person who would surprise surprise eat what Papyrus qualifies as "greasy fast food", which he would disagree with, "just cause its cheap doesnt mean its shit too". he sometimes eats food like that, dont get him wrong he still eats Papyrus' meals and enjoys them, but he enjoys these sort of snacks time to time.

He does so because it had been a habit he had gotten before post, and after the war had ended, Fell had been in a childrens home as an orphan so he knows the struggles of finding scraps to get anything, and when he got the chances as a kid, he always had gotten himself fast foods because it was cheap and easy, and it filled his stomach for long enough. but as time passed, when he had joined the war and becoming a general, he was offered much different kinds of foods for his service, fresher meats, alcohol, and much others.

Skipping to when he has retired and had adopted Sans and Papyrus, and he and the boys were on a walk, he had came across one of the old stands on the walk where he had once as a child came there to buy those snacks as a child, and with Sans and Papyrus complaining how hungry they were, he had bought the two of them one of his favorites from there, Sans immediately snacking and vacuuming it in, while little Papyrus had spat it out, leaving Fell to eat the remaining parts of it and freezing up at the taste it had set on his taste buds, he completely forgot how good these things were.

So thats why he has this saying towards Papyrus mostly when he catches him eating it time to time "just cause its shit, dont mean it tastes like shit too", he knows it the best after all

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CANON EVENT EVEN ON MY ISLAND?

ignore the beautiful face he has it was my first ever island and first time trying face paint OOIKAAAYUHH? okaaay :3

lelelelele-

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YOU DIDINT BURN DOWN THE KITCHEN THIS TIME?

Oh my god they grow up so fast *sniffle*

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Hey...hey buddy, lets...lets CALM DOWN WITH THE FACTS OKAY?

this game can be incredibly accurate it makes me think the cia is watching me through my laptop camera

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You just love seeing me suffer, dont you?

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...DONT LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT BRO

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Nah, you look good the way you are

thats..sans just dont mind he doesnt have a face (this is an older screenshot LMAOlelelele)

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I think you do more then sream them out, buddy boy...

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WOW!! BABY'S FIRST TUMBLR ONESHOT!! I hope you guys enjoy this as i enjoyed writing it!! ENJOY !!

( Thank you to @lizzostolenskittles for letting me use Kaitlyn!!)

Alphonse - sans

Anthony - Papyrus

Enzo - Gaster

Kaitlyn is the Gaster brothers' sister

Dottie is Latte and Alphonse's daughter for clarification :))

It was a rare quiet night in the Gaster household. No baby crying, no shouting from the brothers from who won what ( Alphonse and Anthony being the loudest ), no dishes clattering in the kitchen, and no bitching whatsoever. It was just quiet. Aside from the tv blaring from the living room, it was quiet. Well it should be, for starters. But not for Latte. Ever since Dottie was born, the house had been filled with constant crying. Latte loved being a mother more than anything, but there were days she felt utterly helpless. It’s not like Alphonse wasn't helping, he was helping! Just..work was consuming for him. Enzo was just up his ass about certain projects, which Alphonse didn’t want to do. Especially since he had a literal baby to take care of now. But nonetheless, he was finally here to take care of his wife and child..and sister.

Latte was downstairs with Alphonse, cuddled up on the couch with a wine-red silk robe on her body, topped with a matching silk bonnet. On the side of her was Alphonse, wearing an unbuttoned black dress shirt with matching slacks, red suspenders hanging low as well. He was yapping about how another deal with Don Dee and how it wouldn’t work out as an old western movie was blaring in the background.

“And do ya wanna know what this fucker said ta me?”

“What? Some usual racist bullshit?” Latte asked, shifting her body more towards him on the couch.

“He said ‘talkin’ to you is above my pay grade.’ He had the fuckin’ GALL ta say that ta me!”

Latte scoffed. “What’s stoppin’ you from killin’ this bastard, hm? Is he because you’re gettin’ money from him or..?”

“That and I need certain areas of Ebbot..”

“Yikes..Double whammy, huh?”

‘Yeah.. ‘Double whammy’, as you say.”

Latte giggled and hummed. “You’re a funny guy.”

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.”

A loud BANG! Came from upstairs, making the couple look up towards the ceiling. The two looked at each other. “..I’ll take care of it, honey. I’m gonna need you to watch the baby for me. It’s technically your turn to watch the baby.” Alphonse waved her along. “Yeah, yeah. Go check on Kaitlyn.”

Latte got up from the couch and stretched for five seconds then headed upstairs in a hurry. Once she got in front of Kaitlyn’s door, she did 3 soft knocks on the door. There was no answer, so she twisted the knob to see Kaitlyn sobbing at her vanity with a pair of scissors in her hand. Some locs of hair being cut and on the ground, scattered.

“Starlight..what are you gonna do with those..?” Latte said softly, walking in slowly and closing the door. Kaitlyn was still sobbing at her vanity, her tears streaming down her rosy cheeks. Latte finally got to the vanity and sat on the side of her, slowly taking the scissors from her hands. “Starlight..baby..you wanna tell me what’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything , right?” She softly said as she wiped her tears.

Kaitlyn sat there for a moment, sniffling and aggressively wiping her tears with her palms. She slowly turned to Latte with bloodshot eyes.

“..I..I don’t feel like me anymore. Every time I look into the mirror, I see someone else.”

Latte wiped her hair from Kaitlyn’s face. “What do you mean, honey? Are you having an identity crisis?” Kaitlyn knew English but she kinda struggled putting sentences together at times. “I guess so.” Latte gently put her hand on her back, rubbing it softly. “What started this thought, honey?” Kaitlyn stayed quiet for a bit, fiddling with her hands until she spoke. “Just looking at other kids..I don’t look like them.” Latte furrowed her brows. "Sweetheart... looking different doesn't mean something's wrong with you." Kaitlyn didn’t speak. “Let me tell you somethin’. Baby, you can be who you wanna be. Just because you were born a certain way doesn't mean you’ve had to be that person. You can be whatever you wanna be. If you’re not comfortable in your body, it’s up to you to make yourself comfortable. You’re still beautiful in my eyes. In your brothers’ eyes too but they may not tell you that. They gotta stay nonchalant.” She said with a small giggle.

Kaitlyn let out a huff that could’ve been a laugh. “...I’m really glad you’re here, Latte.”

“Me too, starlight. You wanna come downstairs with me and Al?”

Kaitlyn pondered on it then shook her head. “I’ll be okay. Thank you.”

“Well, let me tuck you in first before I go back downstairs, okay?”

“You don’t have to, auntie. I’ll be okay.”

Latte let a small exhale out her nose, worry written all over her face. “Okay starlight.” She kissed her forehead. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Auntie.” Kaitlynn said, giving her a small smile.

Latte walked towards the door and slowly closed it behind her. She descended her way down the stairs, Alphonse seeing how she came down much slower than she'd gone up. He immediately saw the mood change and got up and walked towards her.

“She ‘aight?”

“She’s fine.”

She tried to walk past him until he stopped her. “..Oh god..” Latte shook her head and pursed her lips together. As soon as she felt tears form in her eyes, she put her head in her hands as she kept shaking her head.

“Hey hey hey. Doll. Look at me.” Alphonse took her in his big bony arms, rubbing her back in small circles. “Talk to me baby. What happened up ‘ere, huh?” Latte sniffled and quickly wiped her tears, not being able to speak. Alphonse led her to the couch, sitting them both down to assess the situation. He looked to the side to see a tissue box but he remembered that he had a handkerchief in his right pocket. He took his hand and dug in his pocket to find it. “Where’s that fuckin’ thing– got it.” He took a velvety red handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her. She took it and patted her face down with it. “It smells like your cuban cigars and dijon mustard.” Alphonse scoffed and rolled his eyelights. “You can keep that one. There’s more where that came from. Now..” His hand brushed a hair coil from her face. “What’s wrong wit ‘er, hm?”

Latte looked down and stared a hole into the handkerchief. The old western was still playing in the background, its gunfire and laughter suddenly sounding distant. “Kaitlyn..she doesn’t feel like herself. Every time she looks in the mirror, she doesn’t see herself.” Alphonse lifted one of his browbones. “What are ya talkin’ abo-” “She cut her hair, Al. Her hair was all over the floor. It’s shorter than before.” For the first time that Latte could remember, Alphonse had no comeback. He simply stared at her. “..No.” Latte covered her mouth with the handkerchief, another sob escaping before she could stop it. “I just feel so helpless, Al. I feel like everything I’ve said or done for her hasn’t been helping.” Alphonse shook his head. “Don’t say that. You’ve done everythin’ you can for that girl. She’s an angsty teen. Let her feelings..and hormones..settle.”

Latte let out a watery laugh that died almost as soon as it came. “What if they don’t?” she whispered. “What if she grows up thinking I never understood her? What if one day she decides she doesn’t need me anymore?”

The questions hung in the air.

Alphonse stared at the floor for a long moment. He searched for something smart to say—something Gaster would’ve said, something that would magically make the hurt disappear. He found nothing.

“…I ain’t good at this,” he admitted quietly.

He scooted closer anyway.

His large hand rested awkwardly against her back, rubbing slow circles between her shoulder blades. It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t poetic. But it was honest.

“Listen ta me.” His voice softened. “That kid loves you more than she’s capable of showin’ right now. Teenagers… they push. They yell. They make ya think yer the enemy.” He sighed through his nasal bone ( or wtv the fuck). “Doesn’t mean you are.”

He glanced towards the staircase where Kaitlyn's room sat in silence.

“One day she’ll look back and realize who stayed. Who kept showin’ up even when she made it hard.”

His thumb gently brushed away another tear before it could fall.

“…And that’s been you.”

She shook her head, her cheek still cradled in his hand. “Don’t say that, Al..” She murmured. “You’ve been there too.”

He gave a small shrug. “I have. But yer the one carryin' the weight every day. Yer the one stayin' up when she can't sleep. Yer the one wonderin' if every little thing you say is the wrong thing." A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, flashing his gold tooth. "I'm just tryin' to keep the ship from sinkin'. You're the one steerin' it."

Latte's lips trembled. "You're gonna give me a big head..." She chuckled wetly, wiping at her cheeks.

Alphonse couldn't help but smile.

He watched her for a long moment, letting the quiet settle between them. There wasn't anything left to fix. No clever joke. No speech that would make the hurt disappear. He simply squeezed her hand.

"And I know ya don't believe it..." He murmured. "...but you're a damn good aunt."

MY ASKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!!! THANKS FOR READING!

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Childish nonsense - MF!Sans - Kaitlyn

"AWwWH! look at these cuties, Sans!"

Kaitlyn jumped up from her crouching position, almost knocking down some other products. They swung from the impact, but she ignored it. Sans' eyes snapped to the swinging items.

"Jeez, kid, calm down." He huffed when he saw that none of the products had actually fallen and Kaitlyn had completely ignored it.

Kaitlyn was jumping in place like a child trying candy for the first time. Sans placed a rough, firm hand on her head. "Okay, kiddo, calm it."

Kaitlyn stopped her excited, erratic skip steps. She shot Sans a glare because of it, murmuring a curse under her breath, before shoving the piece into his face. She was practically about to burst from the shine of it, the sun's rays reflecting off the thing. Sans had to turn his head slightly to the side before he turned back, only to have the item shoved even closer into his face, touching his teeth.

He shoved a hand down to get it out of his face and took Kaitlyn's arm with it, holding it in front of him at a better distance. "What is it?" His eyes finally focused on the product. Kaitlyn's arm shook continuously without stopping, her smile never faltering, excitement radiating off of her as her feet began to stim again.

Sans and her were already at the checkout. There was a shelf there with some offers of the usual things: hair clips, hair stylers, and much more. Sans already wanted to get out of here. This place wasn't exactly monster friendly, and shopping with Kaitlyn was another reason he just wanted to leave.

"Hehehe! Ain't it cute?" Kaitlyn's voice cut through his processing thoughts. Without a second thought, he said, "This is for children."

Kaitlyn stopped all movement suddenly. Everything died down in a slow, deliberate motion, stopping completely. She stared into his eyes as if she was processing his words and had frozen up from confusion.

The cashier stood there quietly, glancing at Sans then at Kaitlyn before they let out a huff that was the closest to a held-back laugh. Kaitlyn's eyes immediately snapped to the cashier, who quickly gathered themselves, hands folded in front of them with an awkward smile attempt on their face.

Kaitlyn then glanced at Sans, still in disbelief at his comment. She removed her arm from his hold in a slow motion, taking the cute hair clips she found. She leaned down at her hold. "Lyn, ya' don't have any hair ta' need hair clips."

"If I wouldn't have hair, then I would be bald," she answered, exhaling the words without breaking eye contact. A small line had started to build up behind them, but it was outside of their notice and very far from their care.

Kaitlyn squinted her brows. Did he seriously need to say that at the counter, with people standing behind them, with his generally rumbling voice? Did he want to embarrass her? She didn't take that as some brotherly joke between the two of them, which happened between them simultaneously. With how furrowed Kaitlyn's brows became, she didn't take it lightly at all.

Kaitlyn moved ever so slowly closer to Sans, still without breaking eye contact. In a slow, deliberate motion, she placed the hair clips onto the counter before harshly sliding them just enough for them to land in front of the cashier's scanner.

Still never breaking eye contact, she said, "I don't care if it's for a newborn. I don't care if it's for a fetus. Frankly, I don't really care. It's cute."

She immediately ceased the space, moving away, turning toward the cashier. She offered a smile with her closed eyes and crinkled hands, letting out a small giggle as she folded her arms.

Sans stared at her, his mouth twisting in a furrow at her reaction, his bone brows slightly twitching.

"Frankly, I don't think Latte should know about the amounts of G you spent on mustard last Friday. But that's just a thought," she casually added as she flexed her fingers, checking out her nails like the inside of her fingernails weren't covered in utter dirt. Her demeanor switched and her body language changed too, into an attitude that made Sans stop all of his movement, his magic pupils momentarily vanishing from his eyes.

"Ring it up."

A satisfied smile reached her. She let out a giggle as she folded her hands in front of her.

Exiting the store, she held the door for Sans as he carried the two bags in his hands. Kaitlyn bowed dramatically. "After you, miss," she said in an elegant, high, forced English accent, seeing the people inside staring at them.

The two walked through the streets. Kaitlyn shuffled through the bag Sans carried while walking, digging hard and making the bag's weight lower. Not that it was a struggle for Sans, but he was precisely two seconds away from slamming his little sister into the pavement.

"AHA! found it!" Kaitlyn announced happily, taking her new hair clips off their handle and putting them in her hair. Sans still hadn't spoken a word since they were in the store, and Kaitlyn noticed. She offered him a bright smile as she applied her hair clips.

"Next time you want to talk about my hair, remember that you aren't the only one who has ears in this family," she casually pointed out in a pleasant tone, once again flexing her hands and checking the same dirt-filled nails. It was obvious she was just pushing Sans' buttons for the fun of it.

"Plus, no need to be insecure of you not having any hair to begin with, projecting insecurities on me wont do ya' any justice, frat."

She giggled, stepping closer to Sans, her smile never faltering, as they stopped at a red light at the traffic. She stepped onto her toes, leaning to where his ears should be.

"You're my bitch, stupid," she harshly whispered, slightly spitting against his skull before blowing against his nonexistent ear.

She returned to folding her arms in front of her, her smile never vanishing, just getting tighter and growing. She didn't need to look to her side to see Sans' empty sockets glaring directly at her soul.

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If XTale Gaster...

became a witch, within his labyrinth he would present his original self as a conductor, waving his hands through the air. With each motion, one of his creations would come to life around him in the scarily perfect way he had imagined his world.

But every time he noticed even the slightest imperfection in his work, he would start over again and again, growing more frustrated and enraged with every reset.

The people who enter at first would believe they are in the original universe they once knew, only to eventually discover XGaster conducting new creations before them. The world around them would begin glitching and twisting, reality becoming increasingly distorted as he endlessly restarts his creations over and over again in pursuit of perfection.

The more irritated he becomes with the way his creations unfold, the more his "original self" within the labyrinth begins to resemble his corrupted self. What angers him even further is having his progress interrupted. He will send his creations after the attacker, using them to remove whatever stands in the way of his work.

If he witnesses his creations being defeated, or acting in ways he does not approve of, he becomes increasingly frustrated by the fact that they are not behaving as he intended.

With every flaw, every mistake, and every tiny detail he notices that does not meet his standards, his anger continues to build. As his frustration reaches its peak, he gradually transforms further and further, until, like a larva becoming a butterfly, he blossoms from a cocoon and emerges in his true witch form.

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Mafiafell Sans character analysis (spoilers for the comic!)

A/N: dividers by @uzmacchiato

And just think about Sans' character for a second, CAUSE- what do you mean that the first time he ever saw Frisk his first instinct was to stalk her? To follow her around and keep stalking her until he finally met her, then quite literally tell her that he saw her, he liked her, and wanted to make her his.

This entire situation shows what type of environment he grew up in, to think that this is okay and that this is how love is supposed to be shown. Not out of genuine care or interest in the other person, but for his own interest.

He gets mad whenever Frisk actually rejects the idea. For example, when Sans tells her what he had done to show Frisk that he's interested in her, and she rejects it, giving what is honestly a realistic reaction to finding out a creep has been stalking her.

His mind immediately blows up his ego, and his first reaction is violence. Once again, it's another example of Sans' toxicity when it comes to coping with his emotions, his mindset in general, and not getting what he wanted after already planning everything out in his head.

He imagines the beautiful life he could have with Frisk, kissing her, marrying her, and everything else. The second that idea shatters in his mind, like when Frisk tells him that she already has a partner and is soon to be married, his thoughts immediately spiral and boil over into anger because his plan, his structure, has been broken. Something interrupted the future he had already built up in his head.

Once again, he's prone to violence. The first thing he thinks about whenever he feels anger, or any emotion he doesn't know how to handle, is dealing with whatever is causing those feelings by slowly destroying it.

In this case, that's Frisk, because she's the one making him feel this way after shattering his ego and the future he had imagined. This also leads him into a tantrum where he literally breaks a table in half because things aren't going his way.

Another thing to keep in mind is that, even if he doesn't openly accept it, he only stays quiet for a second. His mind immediately interrupts him, and the toxicity he grew up in resurfaces and latches onto him again.

Even while sitting alone in a room, not even seconds later, he convinces himself that she needs him, that she will need him, and that she will come back begging.

Because in his mind, he just needs to make everything worse for her so she'll eventually realize that she 'needs' him. That mentality is so over-the-top that it really shows what kind of environment he grew up in and what taught him that this is how relationships and situations are supposed to work.

Im still staring at my screen just seeing that THESE are the things that help him to calm down. Starting a petition to get everyone in this comic a personal therapist and for some the electric chair-

Wouldnt be suprised if thats how their own parents met, and seeing how they treat eachother everyday did something to sans

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BEGAN PLAYING HYPERSHOT ON ROBLOX TODAY IM ADDICTED ALREADY I NEED ALL THE PRETTY GUNS

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Gaster Gang Incorrect Quotes

Sans: Bro, you need to rest.

Wingdings: I'll rest when I'm DEAD.

Sans: You keep working like this and you will be.