Jul 26, 2025
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Tsunderplane and vulkin
Your fave ship is canon: Tsunderplane and Vulkin from Undertale!
Friends With A Spider - An Underfell Fic
UNDERFELL: MAY WE PERSEVERE
AU premise:
So i was thinking about how in Underfell, everyone good becomes bad and everyone bad becomes good
And y'know how in Undertale, Muffet is infamously known as being well.. a very bad person?
Well I thought: why not have muffet swapped as well?
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Growing up, Muffet knew something was wrong with the world.
The people around her were bloodthirsty. Needlessly violent. Killing everything they could get their hands on to support their twisted view of the world.
Even her parents seemed to buy into the mindset held by most of the monsters in the Underground.
It was kill or be killed. No question about it.
They always scolded her whenever she tried to argue against it. If she was particularly good that day, she would be sent off to bed with an empty stomach and only three fresh wounds the maids would take care of in the morning.
The only friends she ever had were the spiders.
Her happiest memories were having a tea party with Cocoa, or licking frosting fresh from the whip after baking cupcakes with Sugar or hearing stories from other parts of the Underground by Miss Vanilla, the oldest and wisest spider alive.
As such, when her parents had disappeared under "mysterious circumstances" (which she suspected had something to do with those shady businessmen they had made deals with in order to further their business' influence,) she of course dedicated her reign as Queen of the Spider Clans to ensuring that the spiders of the Underground were taken care of and happy.
No longer would they be purposefully stepped on and abused and killed and even stepped on by some especially sick fucks (She had heard many a horror story about a short skeleton who went out of his way to make the few spiders who could tolerate Snowdin's intense climate lives hell.)
In a way, she saw it as returning the favor for being the only reason she hadn't decided to end it all a long time ago.
She started up a bake sale. She needed to find a way to raise money to safely transport all of the spiders trapped in the Ruins through Snowdin, after all! And what better way to do that than through an activity she had always loved?
Business was.. slow, at first, but little by little, it picked up speed. Any day now, the bake sale would garner enough money to finally but that heated limo she had been dreaming about for years.
It had seemed like a fever dream for the longest time, but now she could finally see it in arms' reach!
Any day now. She just knew it!
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A child in a black sweater, striped in shades of red, holding a flower pot with a buttercup in it faced off against a monster closely resembling a volcano. A cloud hovered above them, spewing out strikes of lightning ominously.
The child attempted to hug the monster, only to get knocked back by yet another bolt of lightning, sending them and the buttercup they held flying.
As the child winced and tried to look over their wounds, the flower that lay beside them yelled out: "FRISK! WATCH OUT-"
But before they could even process that sentence, they were met face to face with a terribly sharp lightning bolt.
They braced themselves for the pain that would surely soon follow, already imagining the feeling of their heart getting fried and toasted from the inside out, their very SOUL being lit aflame and burning in a blaze of glory before fracturing into a million pieces.
But it never came.
Opening their eyes, Frisk looked at the monster that had been attacking them, only to see that it had been restrained by purple webs.
The Vulkin was pushed aside, tossed somewhere unknown as a spider-like monster descended from above, with purplish gray skin and five beady, black eyes.
Frisk and Flowey tensed up in fear as they saw the monster that had dispatched the Vulkin they were having trouble with so effortlessly. They prepared themselves for anything - getting eaten by a bulking behemoth of a spider, being drowned in liters upon liters of tea, getting stuck in one of her insidious cobwebs..
Anything but the sound of a quiet, meek voice that made both of their heads turn up.
"Are.. are you two okay?"
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(hey reblogs are p neat too…)
“Despite everything, it’s still you.”
(the rest is under a cut cos it’s kinda long and i get kinda emotional)
Last drawing I’ve been saving,
Waterfall version of Vulkin
I’VE BEEN LOOKING AT FRISK WHILE I COLOR THEM FOR 3 HOURS STRAIGHT SO I’M GONNA GO AND NOT THINK ABOUT UNDERTALE FOR A BIT
the finished (paper) version of my art project! my teacher told me to touch it up digitally at home so i’ll probably post that version too *o*
Day 07 - Vulkin in Hotland
[I love these little cuties so much!!! What precious babs~]