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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

hey!! wrote a fic!!

basically: ADWM Vanilla Ending from Dolly's POV.

he's having. A Really Bad Time.

Actor's not helping. like At All.

@that-darn-clown hey bestie it's the fic i was telling you about :)

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the thematic parallels of martyn picking his battles and staying out of certain conflicts/having the upper hand because he listens in on conversations compulsively and frequently, versus grian getting INTO conflicts and battles and shenanigans because he can’t help but watch constantly and usually gets caught, and when he doesn’t get caught he ends up meddling anyway and causing even more chaos.

 fundamentally, martyn does joke around, he does things for the hell of it, but ultimately he always has some plan, is always wary, and is willing to do whatever it takes to see the games through to the end; his goal is just making it out, no matter the cost. martyn only listens as a means to an end- he’s more than capable of surviving in other ways, as he’s proven by being one of the last four players on the server the past Three Life Games, but he’s compelled to listen, to play it safe, to be underestimated. martyn doesn’t really care about any of his allies, not truly. he’d betray most in a heartbeat, honestly, if we don’t count ren. and even then, if it came down to either martyn or ren, while martyn would pick himself any day, ren is the one ally i think he truly, deeply cared about. it’s a life or death situation, and martyn treats it as such, picking his loyalties but never dying for them. 

grian, however, does what is interesting, what is appealing; a lot of what he does is a performance, progressing the plot; he’s both the consumer and the producer of the entertainment. grian loves watching, it’s a part of who he is, but he loves playing the game for what it is, loves influencing the outcome, far more. grian treats the world like the game it is, but his loyalties run deep

martyn the listener trying to survive v grian the watcher in it for the ride. 

[dandy-doodles]

UTMV Domestic Heacanons - Bad Guys Edition

Some people on Discord encouraged me to share the headcanons I have for domestic life with the Certified Evil undertale multiverse boys. It’s a little self-indulgent, so I’m putting it under the cut. Enjoy!!

NIGHTMARE

So how in the fuck did you end up convincing Nightmare, self-proclaimed king of darkness, to marry you? Well, for Nightmare, it seemed like a simple choice. He does the stupid marital ceremony, and you stay close where he can keep you. He's a jealous lover, after all. He's one shitty husband, though. Hardly cleans up after himself, but bickers when the place is dirty. Absolutely refuses to do laundry. Nasty temper and mood swings. When he comes home from a failed day at work, sometimes you're the only one who can stop him from putting a hole in the wall. Or someone's head. But he takes care of every single need you have, no questions asked. You need hygiene items and specific foods? He has them ready for you, next-day delivery. He likes having you around, as much as he won’t verbalize it. ‘Alone time’ for him means him with you. His favorite spot is on his throne with a book, with a tentacle wrapped around you in some manner. Be expecting a lot of "My Queen" or "My Star", too. He might be a grouchy bastard, but he wants you to know your place. Right at his side.

HORROR

So, popping the question to Horror just about makes him choke. I mean, you? Marry him? He certainly doesn't have a high self esteem, that's for sure. He sees you as some untouchable, delicate angel, and himself as a filthy beast. But his life married to you is the happiest he's been in a few decades, likely. A huge part of your relationship will inevitably be food. He loves to eat, and if he's fallen for you, it's likely you love to cook too. He can't cook for shit, but gosh be darned, he's going to try a few nights to surprise you with something simple. It ends up being microwaved ramen, but it's probably the most special microwaved ramen you've ever eaten. You help him with his dieting issues, you help him with his nightmares and 'episodes', and you love him despite almost being hurt several times. He's very insecure about his role in this relationship and constantly needs your validation. But he never takes off that ring. No, he'll die before he takes off that ring.

CROSS

You suspected it from dating him, but after solidifying your marital status with him, there's no doubt in your mind that Cross is needy as shit. He constantly needs your approval, validation, affirmation, love, touch, etc etc etc. Not to say that he's not independent, but he's just so stoked to have you in his life. He's obsessed with you sometimes. You're in the back of his mind at work and home. The problem is, he's positively awful at romantic gestures. It's not uncommon for him to  buy a bouquet of flowers and plan out a cheesy poem to read to you, then wind up just shoving the flowers at you and yelling something incoherent. He loves taking you places except the zoo, never the zoo, but by far the best moments are the quiet ones. You'd never know it unless you were close, but he's practically a cat. He wants to be up in your lap, reading whatever you're reading, spooning you and hugging you from behind... Any moment with him is free game for unsaid affections. Now if only he'd stop losing his ring in stupid places like between the couch cushions or on a shelf somewhere. Oh well, it's just a ring after all.

ERROR

Error is a quiet husband. He never even said a word when he approached you one day, placed an engagement ring in your hand, and looked away. Your most valuable skill here is your ability to somehow empathize with him and understand him without a lot of communication. It worries you sometimes that he's ashamed of his love for you. A worry he tries his best to quell with little gifts from AUs he visits. Of course, his preference is to keep you safe in his Antivoid. You can convince him to let you live back in your own home, but occasionally you might wake up to find yourself in the antivoid yet again. Wonder how you got there. He has an odd quirk - he loves watching you do things. Write, type, sleep. Anything. You fascinate him. Physical touch is a bit difficult for him, but you've found some ways to adapt. You wear long sleeves and gloves so he finds it easier to touch you, and he always approaches on his own accord and by his own terms. There have been incidents where someone's tried to "rescue" you. Those people didn't quite make it out in one piece. Interfere with Error's work all you want, but you never touch his significant other. Only he can do that. On occasion.

DUST

Dust is, without a doubt, the rudest, laziest, and least hygienic person you have ever dated. How you had the gall to ask him to marry you is beyond even him. Domestic life certainly doesn't get any easier. He demands you stay by his side at all moments, except when he needs to go out and "work". In which case he plops you somewhere safe. When you stray a bit for some personal space, it sparks arguments. He'll eventually cool off and learn to give you space, but with reluctance. The truth is, he's terrified of losing you. Absolutely terrified of coming home one day and you're gone. He's constantly plagued by nightmares of it, and bless your soul that you're there when he wakes up so he can hold you tight. Ever since meeting you, he's been mentioning his deceased brother a lot less. But you do know that he still 'sees' and 'hears' his brother. You offer your support to him by taking it as a normal thing. Oh, Papyrus says this is a nice color? Papyrus has nice tastes, can he tell him for you? It seems odd at first, but it puts him at ease. He's very sure of himself and a bit forceful, so you have to be blunt to get something across to him. Almost anything can spark another fight, but fights often turn into either something a bit steamier, or a full on pillow war.

KILLER

Killer's proposal was inevitable. In fact, he's proposed eight times over the course of your relationship. The first time was after your first date. And he kept on trying until you finally decided you were ready to marry this desperate little goblin. But living with him is more difficult than you anticipated. The first few weeks, he eats all of your food. He doesn't realize that pantries don't stock themselves, or that dishes don't clean themselves. He'll learn eventually, just give him patience. He keeps bringing home animals too. First it's just bunnies and kittens he finds on the side of the road. Then it's more... interesting animals. Birds, squirrels, raccoons, et cetera. You wind up having to set ground rules for what animals can and cannot come inside. He doesn't understand it, but he abides by your law. He has trouble focusing on things. Even you. One moment he might be snuggling you, then the next he's reaching over your shoulders to play with something on the shelf. At least he's cute, right? Well, he's cute when he's not stealing the cutlery and hiding it. You've yet to discover why he has a fascination for sharp items. You have to routinely check the kitchen drawer and count the cutlery to see if he's taken something again. But he certainly doesn't hide his love for you. He tests out almost every pet name before settling on the cuter ones, like "bunnyboo" and "cupcake".

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scu!charlie and apple imagery…

how it is both the seed of life but also an omen of death and misfortune.

the thing that signified the start of a cycle, the beginning of an end, the ellipses of a sentence.

how inexorably entwined it is as both peace and weapon.

eat the apple.

is it repentance or sin? is it forgiveness or condemnation?

apples have flesh, too.

i mean. apple seeds and bullets look awfully alike.

eat the apple.

is that what sealed that sordid fate? something as simple as a bite into fruit?

there is no other way it could’ve ended. a hunger that can never be sated.

flesh that burns apple red in the scorched earth of a dying world. flesh that gleams gold and enchanting like the world reborn, taking everything along with it.

eat the apple.

held at gunpoint, bleeding out, apple held out with a hooved hand and serrated teeth.

a threat.

a promise?

a beginning.

an end. (it never will. )

eat the apple. you’ve never done anything else.

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dakota cole: on not letting go of things that hurt you

you couldn’t save them. you know that. you tried so hard to hold on, to pull them up. your hands are so scarred. the edges of those serrated memories dig into your palms. it aches. 

you just try to hold on tighter. 

but the people you love, they’re oil slick, and they just keep falling through your fingers. 

you just try to hold on tighter. 

you have trouble bending some of your fingers fully from how some of your scars cover the joints. it makes it harder to hold anyone’s hand, much less grasp them. you feel like you’re just staining everything you touch with how much you bleed now. 

you just try to hold on tighter. 

you don’t wanna lose anyone again. 

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a straightforward guide to rectifying your own (un)ending: by william wisp

1. accept that nothing you ever thought you were is permanent. you're in a constant state of flux (or at least, a constant state of decline. what's the difference between transformation and decomposition, really?)

2. you are already familiar with grieving, both in yourself and others. (you'll never forget the sounds of your mother crying over her baby boy that died in the room across from your bedroom. you put your hand to your chest and feel your pitter pattering heartbeat in the long nights after 'the accident'.) youre very familiar with grief, indeed.

3. get used to feeling like youre haunting your own life, like youre possessing your own body, like youre a ghost trying to remember what it feels like to be the person youre scared you no longer are. it never goes away. you know youll hope for it to, anyway.

4. your joints are stiff. you remember reading about rigor mortis a while back (you cant forget it. you cant forget any of it. youve tried).

5. arent you tired? youre scared to fall asleep. youre scared you wont wake up.

6. if youre not already accustomed with shame, youll learn soon enough. you already hated most things about yourself before you died. you think you hate this part most of all. (you feel it festering where your heart is meant to be. you dont want to check if you still have a pulse.)

7. you want to help people. you try to help people. you fail to help people. rinse. repeat. youre not a hero. you dont have superpowers. youre just a dead kid. you really thought youd be good for anything other than haunting the people you care about?

8. you shouldve stayed in the dirt. (you know youd just crawl right back out. there's still mud under your nails. in your lungs.)

9. your name is on a tombstone. you stare at it. you stare at it. you stare at it. you dont blink.

10. your older brother thinks youre a freak. you dont tell him that you agree. you dont tell him anything. you dont tell him anything at all anymore. it's not really such a big difference to how it was before.

11. youre nothing but a bad omen. you dont know how everybody else keeps missing the signs. (you cant feel your fingers.)

12. the stages of decomposition are fresh, bloat, putrefaction, advanced decay, and skeletonization. you dont know which stage youre at. you dont even know if that applies to you anymore. (you cant feel your fingers.)

13. youre scared. (when are you not? you know youre a coward. you cant feel your fingers.)

14. rules of three. before, during, after. limbo. maybe it's all limbo. there's nothing left for you here. there's nothing left for you there. you dont know which is worse, lingering or passing on. you really are just a ghost, arent you?

15. avoid your reflection like the plague. you were never really pretty before, but now you look ghastly, all gaunt skin and eyebags and twitching tendons. (rigor mortis. you cant tell if the shudder that runs through you is from revulsion or a dying muscle spasm.)

16. you dont sleep anymore. youre pretty sure you dont need to anymore. youre still tired.

17. ignore the chill that never goes away.

18. ignore the way you reek of death. animals never go near you, now. you see vultures circling ahead that disappear when you blink. (just a carcass with the audacity to still walk around.)

19. ignore your friends concern. if you pretend everything is fine enough, maybe itll be true.

20. ignore how hopeless it all feels. youve seen the afterlife. there's nothing waiting for you there, so dont even think about it.

21. ignore the way your hands shake.

22. ignore the fact your chest doesnt move from breaths.

23. ignore that your wounds dont heal quite right.

24. ignore the disgust you feel whenever you move and your joints dont bend the way theyre meant to.

25. ignore your shame, ignore your fear, ignore the fact your heart doesnt beat anymore-

26. ignore it all

27. you cant

28. you cant

29.

30.

31.

32. you try anyway

33.

34. rinse. repeat.

35. ....

36. accept this crypt of a person youve become. you think, maybe, that this fate hangs over you like a guillotine- like this death was meant to happen, like you were always meant to become this. it all seems too perfect to be coincidence, right?

37. 'william wisp, the one meant to be the wisperer, keeper of the wispering woods, born and raised (and killed) in deadwood.' it's all so cliche.

38. that dread builds in your throat like phlegm. you cant accept it, but what other choice do you really have?

39. after all, you couldn't have ended up any other way!

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raspberries

raspberries.

you dont know much about raspberries- what they look like, what they taste like, what they smell like.

( your mouth is stained red, your lips cracked and bleeding, your wounds oozing awfully onto the little boat beneath you. )

your friend tells you he likes raspberries. he likes the cookies with a little space in the middle with raspberry jam inside.

you dont know much about raspberries, but you know your friend likes raspberry cookies. it feels like you can taste them already through the iron tinge of your tongue.

you think you like raspberries, too.

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absolutely obsessed w religious imagery in regards to william, especially the recurring theme of a both literal and figurative fall from grace; when he fell the first time and became something Other, with powers he never wanted, and then during episodes 31-33 and he fell morally, using powers he never wanted to do something that would truly warrant a fall from grace.

william is a character that feels like he’s been on a steady descent his entire life, with hands of ghost or hands of smoke, and the one time he was tangible he was let go and now those hands are coated with blood.

let’s just hope he’ll get some purchase when he’s in the right mind to try and climb his way back up.

let’s just hope he’ll get a helping hand.