Undertale NSFW art and fanfiction. Expect content to include sex and sexual themes, incest, BDSM, self-harm and similar topics. Tags and warnings are posted at the top of each post. Please enjoy and feel free to drop me requests and share ideas ^_^
I love your comic! I found that first, then you on here and realized you were the same! It's amazing to watch an artist improve over time. I'm glad others can enjoy too!
EEEEEEE! Thank you Anon, Iâm so glad you liked it. Also GHAAAAA! You are the THIRD person to find my NSFW blog through DeviantArt that I know of. WHERE ARE THE REST OF YOU HIDING???
(Lol, I actually think itâs rather cosmically hilarious that people managed to cross-pollinate to here from DeviantArt, but bear with me, I have to keep up appearances XD )
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Favourite fem-dom scenario? đđđ Or just position if scenario is too broad?
You know what? I actually do have a scenario. In part because Iâve not seen this done.
Hate sex/âFriendlyâ rivalry sex. Papyrus A summons female genitalia, and Papyrus B thinks that means theyâre finally âsubmittingâ. Hereâs the one time when I wouldnât mind some degrading language? Because Papyrus A immediately proves that theyâre the one in control here, and Papyrus B has to eat their words.
I think I like it best for SpicyCash, actually. (Cash being our dick owner, of course.) In the past, I would have said Spicyhoney, but theyâre too soft for this now. There are some fontcest ships it could work for too. Andâha! It would be very, very amusing/gratifying to see it done with Lotus as the vagina-user, simply because heâs so much more traditionally feminine than the others? And it would be an interesting character moment, because this would be a position and attitude he chose for himselfânot something to please the other person.
Generally, though, I like it best when gender politics arenât even brought into the bedroom. The desire to see what I described above is more about exercising salt than anything. I love it when the vagina user is the one in control and itâs never even questioned. I donât know why âpenis-user is the domâ is the defaultâthatâs a lie; I know why, I just donât like itâespecially when weâre writing about skeletons with magic genitals.
(I thought I could control my salt, but no. Sorry. Skip the following paragraph to avoid my salty, salty rambling.)
Iâm justâŚso tired of seeing it treated as if having/using a vagina automatically makes someone submissive. And I could go on an entire rant about the implication that it makes someone weak. I wonât! Because I know that for some people that is apparently gratifying/appealing/whatever. It has to be, because itâs so commonâin mainstream erotica as well as fanfic. But IâmâŚnot a fan. Hence the desperation for âfemâ dom.
Actually, fem-dom isnât that uncommon from what Iâve seen IRL. I know of at least six cis-female doms hanging around the tiny corner of the BDSM community that I sneak into every now and again (to be fair, two of them are gay) and it isnât considered strange or exotic for them to be what they are.
As with many things related to gender, what we see in mainstream culture is a mix of cultural and commercial reinforcement, not what people actually want or feel. Things are changing. Infinitesimally. Glacially. Aggravatingly slowly, but weâve had a few hundred years of gender suppression and we arenât going to kick it off overnight. And porn is probably going to be the slowest to change. Culturally, weâve been taught that love is irrational, that eroticism is at the very least embarrassing and at worst evil. A lot of people donât even have the vocabulary to speak reasonably about their sexual desires, much less use verbal language to express it. So they stick with mainstream porn. Because they donât know anything else, because their sexuality is already something that they feel conflicted about and because at least if theyâre watching what everyone else is watching, they arenât that kind of freak.
In theory, of course. Feel free to yell at me for this massive pile of assumptions that I have no statistical backing and just lots of circumstantial evidence for.
Also, for no particular reason, can I borrow Lotus? : )
So. Iâve been making these things over on DeviantArt for the past two years. Yes, two years. The phrase âPart Fifty-Threeâ in the title block is not just for show, Iâve literally made fifty three of these comic pages. If youâre curious, the first panel is here, but Iâve gotta warn you. My artistic skill was WAY worse two years ago. Itâs not until part thirty six or so that I can look at the page without cringing, so prepare yourself for awkward anatomy and crappy greyscale soft shading.
Why are you sharing this now after fifty three parts, I can hear the person I just made up inside my head asking?
Partly because Iâm more confident in myself as an artist. Partly as a bit of an FU to Tumblrâs recent spiral of idiocy. And partly because Iâve come to really like my Tumblr audience and Iâm genuinely curious what you all will think of this ridiculous thing. I do tend to go pretty silent for a couple weeks while Iâm chipping away at all that drawing, and for better or worse Iâm proud of the result ^_^ Binge responsibly and be careful for kidnapping, medical experimentation, non-consensual bondage and more enraging cliffhangers than you can throw a shoe at.
Also, if anyoneâs swapped over to Pillowfort, I now have a Pillowfort account! Itâs been pretty quiet over there so far, but I love the comment system to pieces. Itâs got the discussion capability of A03 without the archaic text editor, itâs wonderful ^_^
âAwww, câmon! Just stand up real quick and try,â Stretch grinned, making upside-down grabby hands. He was lying back-first on the top of the dresser, with his legs splayed up the wall and head hanging down over the side. Edge was sitting nearby with a basket of clean laundry and an unamused expression.
âKnock it off. You wonât even be able to reach me from there,â Edge replied, folding a shirt with such neat precision it looked like it was ready to be put on a clothing store display.
âHow would you know? I bet this is the perfect height,â Stretch said in his best seductive voice, wiggling a little to center himself better. Edge gave a put-upon sigh and pointedly pushed Stretchâs head to the side so he could open a dresser drawer and place a stack of pants inside. Stretch whipped his head to the side and nipped at Edgeâs fingers.
âWould you-â Edge fumed, then abruptly stood up and shoved his mid-section against Stretchâs head. âYou see? Youâre too high.â
Stretch moaned happily and wiggled his head into Edgeâs pelvic girdle, fumbling for his belt buckle. âItâs ok, I can slip down a little more-â
Edge took a large step backward. Stretch flailed as he was yanked forward, twisting just in time to land face-first in the laundry basket.
âAnd now you are too low. Would you let me finish the laundry now?â Edge asked with exaggerated patience.
âI bet I could reach you,â Stretch giggled, making grabby hands at him again. Edge tossed a stack of shirts on him with an irritated grumble, but Stretch could see him smiling before he turned away.
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From someone whoâs survived MySpace, livejournal, deviantart, and fanfiction.netsâ content purges and bad policy updates, hereâs some advice on how to get through tumblrâs recent bullshit:
- donât knee jerk delete. I know itâs tempting to peace out immediately but hang on and do the other steps first. Out right ghosting and erasing everything is how fandoms die.
- archive everything on your blog you want to keep
- tell your followers how they can archive and keep your work too. A lot of fic and art were only saved from ff.net and lj because other people saved it first. If youâre cool with other people saving your work for them to personally keep, let them know this. You can absolutely discourage reposting but I really do highly recommend you allow people to personally save fic and art they like and are worried will disappear forever. Digital Dark Ages are a real thing.
- tell people where youâre jumping ship to. Give links. Keep that info up, even if youâve left the site.
- go through who you follow and find out where else you can follow them. Save their work if theyâll allow it. Itâs tedious as hell but if you want to keep up with people on here clicking on their page to check in is the best way to do it.
- support places like ao3. This is exactly why ao3 asks for donations a few times a year. They are a 100% anti-purging, judgement free, ad free non profit run by an elected board and protected by lawyers. Places like ao3 literally save fandom so please continue to support them and other similar archives. This is exactly why ao3 is so important.
Good advice! And let me take this opportunity to let everyone know that Iâm 100% ok with you re-uploding my content to other sites. Iâll be extra happy if you let me know where it went and whether anyoneâs interacted with it, but itâs not required ^_^
Oh my god, Tumblr finally found porn on my blog? Lemme just repost it here under a cut, this piece is practically historical at this point. Especially since the only other thing that Tumblr has found so far is all lamia pictures. Which is...hilarious. And sad. Mostly sad, but Iâm still laughing.
Fellcest under the cut. Nothing explicitly stating that theyâre siblings, but be careful for sibling incest, dom/sub elements, collars and petplay.
With the new Tumblr policy starting December 17th, will you be leaving Tumblr, or staying on?
Iâm honestly not sure. It will depend on what form their actions take, but as written, things have me extremely worried. My best option would be making an SFW blog, but that doesnât really interest me. It would just be too dishonest, and frankly, Tumblr doesnât deserve my content if they go forward with this. Iâll stay on A03, but my blog might go quiet for a while.
Hope youâre having a wonderful evening otherwise ^_^
You might not see me much on Tumblr following the terms of service update if things continue as projected. Iâll stay active on A03 and I might give Pillowfort a try, but recent security issues on that site have me a little worried.
Responded to some particularly ironic bits from Tumblrâs recent statement about adult content below the cut. It gets quite salty and negative, so be careful.
As always, I hope you all have a wonderful evening ^_^
We recognize Tumblr is also a place to speak freely about topics like art, sex positivity, your relationships, your sexuality, and your personal journey.
Unless, now, that journey involves actually exploring your sexuality. You canât eat your cake and have it too, especially when it manifests as a lazy, broad-brush solution to content that merely makes some people uncomfortable.
We are fierce defenders of free expression. We want Tumblr to be a place where people come to be themselves and engage diverse points of view through constructive dialogue.
Unless, now, your âfree expressionâ involves sex or sexual themes. Fierce defenders only until enough special interest groups scream at you to make us all go away? I see no defense here.
The right to expression comes with the right to express things that make others uncomfortable. Freedom intrinsically comes with the ability for those with it to do stupid, ugly, and dark things. Tumblr users have a âblockâ button, which gives them the ability to stay away from people who exercise that aspect of their freedom. Without it, there is no freedom at all.Â
we have a responsibility to consider that impact across different age groups, demographics, cultures, and mindsets
Yes. That is why they have filtering and the block button. Safety of this type always comes at the expense of freedom, and it is always in the name of fear. Do you stop someone from jumping off a cliff if they have a parachute out of fear that theyâll use it improperly? Or do you provide information about their parachute and how to use it properly? Yes, there is still danger. You are allowing people to jump off of cliffs, and that is intrinsically dangerous. The difference is that when you rope off the cliff and make it off-limits, it becomes infinitely more likely that people will simply fall over the edge.
it became clear that without this content we have the opportunity to create a place where more people feel comfortable expressing themselves
In what way? I certainly donât feel comfortable expressing myself on this forum anymore. All youâve done is excluded a group of people who have historically been repressed and silenced. Shame on you for continuing this fear-based bullshit in the name of safety.
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Oh boy, this is going to turn out all sorts of poorly. Canât wait!!
(Added a racism warning to the tags specifically in reference to the alarmed anklets that Twist and Muffet are required to wear by the humans. I believe that theyâre just required for monsters with LV that, by implication, are murderers, but there are still some insidious and supremacist tones in that decision if it was made by the humans and not by the monster government.)
Comic art trade/collab with @onpbaghead! Also tagging @obey-n-play, since Tumblr wants to be a butt :-P ONP did the characters and I did the background, and then ONP made the background better ^_^ Might have more of this coming later. Iâve been looking for excuses to stretch my surrealism muscles >: }
THIS. THIS IS A THING THAT I NEEDED. I remember a post going around a little while ago about writing. The jist was that when writing darkfic, you need to have reprieves and moments when your characters are functional, smart, happy, or having fun to provide contrast. Otherwise the bad things that theyâre going through have no context, and itâs hard for your readers to sympathise or become attached to the characters. And this drives it home so well, how powerful and healing Muffetâs friendship is after poor Lotus has been through LITERAL HELL. Well done ^_^
Paps wasnât sure what, exactly was supposed to be his fault, but Papyrus had already stormed off to the edge of the ball they were both trapped in and summoned a (eight? tenth?) blaster attack.
âBREAK, GOD DAMN YOU!â he screamed, hurling the attacks forward. As with the others, they didnât even scratch the smooth, bluish surface of the sphere. Paps covered his accoustic meatus as Papyrus continued hurling magic at their strange prison, adding filthy insults and expletives to the projectiles. Outside, Black yawned, then contentedly wrapped his body more tightly around the outside of the sphere. Paps could only assume that it was offering warmth to the little lamia. Or maybe he was enjoying the light vibrations of Papyrusâ attacks disintegrating against the sphere. Either way, he figured it was better to just wait it out until Alphys or Sylvie found them. It was a good excuse to take a nap anyway...
Paps winced as Papyrus gave up on the magic attacks and began throwing his body into the inside of the sphere, expletives transcending his earlier standard of disgusting to attain a vileness so crude that Paps was fervently glad that no one else could hear them. He REALLY hoped they would get found soon, for his nonexistent earsâ sake.
RECOMMENDED ACTION: MOBILIZE IMMEDIATELY FOR COLLECTION
DETAILS: SENSOR TRIP IN RURAL AREA SHARPLY INCONSISTENT WITH BASELINE. Â SATELLITE FOOTAGE OBTAINED.
A slender hand touched the âplayâ icon on the screen. Â Below the warning message, a top-down image of two tiny figures appeared, staggering northward along a stretch of highway. Â One appeared to be helping, or perhaps dragging, the other beside him.
âYou again,â the figure behind the screen murmured thoughtfully, touching one of the skeletons with a fingertip.  The image zoomed in, but it was much too grainy and low-resolution to make out anything other than the monsterâs large, round eyesockets and permanent, skeletonâs smile before the pair of them simplyâŚvanished.
The ride out of the city was mercifully short and unremarkable. Â Papyrus still leapt off and onto the wonderfully solid and unmoving ground THE SECOND Edge stopped the engine. Â Mostly on the sake of principle.
âIt isnât going to spontaneously explode, Creampuff.â
Papyrus glared suspiciously at the Inherently Unstable Vehicle, an expression that was sadly lost behind his mirrored visor.
âThat may be true, but it still attracts accidents with alarming efficiency,â he grumbled, unbuckling the helmet. Â Fresh air curled around his skull, cooling his forehead and the edge of his parietals where the helmetâs cushioning had started to chafe. Â Another mission completed, and somehow, all of his bones were still intact. Â He could only assume heâd been gifted with an extraordinary amount of luck to have avoided becoming a dusty stretch of pavement once again. Â âWe could always use one of the larger Windows instead of this one when you return to find Miss Pythia. Â One large enough to fit a car through, perhaps?â
Edge rolled his eyes and began to wheel the motorcycle off of the road. Â âWe could, if you want to alert every human within hearing distance that weâve arrived. Â Larger Window, larger impact. Â Iâve yet to see one that hasnât been completely defiled by human tourism.â
âThen we go in as tourists!â Papyrus suggested helpfully, jogging to catch up to Edge. Â âHumans are similar enough to skeletons that a disguise would let us slip past unnoticed.â
âToo risky,â Edge grunted.
âBut we pass as humans all the time in disguise!â
âCertainly. Â For a few seconds in poor light and from behind. Â If the human in question is particularly dull-witted.â
âBut we walked past several humans today? Â In broad daylight?â
âYes. And each of them noticed us immediately. Â Hopefully, they assumed we were eccentric and not suspicious, but it was still a significant risk," Edge growled, then continued in a calmer tone. Â "Speaking of which, Iâm curious. Â How did your Sans react when you told him that you were going on another mission with me to the Surface?â
Papyrus fell silent, looking out over the landscape.  Just ahead, a set of abandoned train tracks jutted out across a dry ravine, propped up on a twisted, blackened truss that looked as though it had been burned a very long time ago.  To either side, waist-high grass stretched out to the horizon, streaked with purple wildflowers that rippled in a hypnotic wave beneath the gentle breeze. The sun touched the far hills in the distance, bathing everything in the rich, saturated light of sunset.  Papyrus shivered, resisting the urge to turn his face into the sunlight and bask.  There was always something about the warmth and beautiful light that felt fundamentally right.  In a strange way, it felt welcoming, as though he were being greeted by an old friend.  An old friend who, if Sans had any say in it, Papyrus would never see again.  Not that he would ever actually say so, or try to stop him.  No, Sans would just tuck all of his worry and concern into a neat little box and sit on it, letting the emotions smother and fester for the sake of not starting a conflict.  And Papyrus would know that he was upset, even if he would never admit it. He always knew.
So no, he hadn't told him what he was doing. Â What else was he supposed to do when Sans wasn't willing to treat him like an adult?
âMy hope is that he didnât react at all,â Papyrus said, scuffing his boot in the dirt.
âExcellent plan," Edge said sarcastically as he pushed the motorcycle past the bridge's warning signs and out onto the broken tracks. Â "Iâm sure that if you continue lying to him, he will eventually come to a state of understanding. Â Especially if you leave out the particulars of where you are and what youâre doing. Â His sense of betrayal will surely be less painful the longer you wait." Â
âThank you for your concern about my brotherâs feelings,â Papyrus replied cheerfully, placing each foot with care as the bridge dwindled to nothing but the pair of metal beams stretching out over a long drop into a rocky gorge. Â âI suspect you would care more if you werenât trying to distract me from further inquiry into a safer mode of transportation.â
Edge barked out a laugh, coming to a stop at the very edge of the tracks with the motorbike balanced precariously in front of him. Â âFair enough, Creampuff.â
The sun began to dip below the horizon. Â As it fell, magic gathered in the air at the edge of the bridge, rippling along the burned-out structure in a shimmer of warmth and distorted light. Â Beneath their feet, the old metal gleamed, and the ghost of a vibration ran across the bars, like a train was thundering along the tracks. Â The bridge suddenly felt more rigid under Papyrusâ feet, as though it were still supported by unburned steel and concrete structures planted firmly on both sides of the gorge.
Without looking down, they stepped over the gap.
There was a slight, vertiginous sensation of falling, even as Papyrusâ foot found the solid bridge on the other side of the Window. Â Reality might be thin enough to open up a path between the Surface and Skyhome in this time and place, but the laws of the universe still demanded that the action of stepping off a bridge be immediately followed by a nasty fall. Â Perhaps a part of them really did fall, if only to maintain the balance of a world built so firmly on physical laws. Â It would only be fair.
âEither way, I donât think Sans is back from that mission that I know nothing about and assume is an innocuous playdate with Dr Alphys,â Papyrus mused thoughtfully. Â âHe did say that he would be staying overnight.â
Edge rolled his eyes with an exasperated groan as he rolled the motorcycle off the bridge. Â On this side of the Window, the railroad tracks had been replaced with a paved footpath, lined with glowing lantern mushrooms and pale, blue grass that whispered softly as they walked past. Â The sky glittered with stars, and a silver creek burbled contentedly over the rocks beneath the bridge. Â A short distance down the path, jagged cliff walls rose up out of the earth, smooth sided with unnaturally sharp edges and crevices that were reminiscent of broken teeth.
âAnd by the way, I definitely donât know that he borrows Grillbyâs car for his playdates with Alphys. Â Or that Asgore also has a car he would be willing to lend to me. Â For playdates,â Papyrys added brightly, following Edge through the grass to the base of the cliffs.
âPlaydates,â Edge sneered, as though the word was an especially dirty slur. Â âThat is the most stupid and unnecessary lie Iâve ever heard. Â Youâre both idiots, and if I had any say in it, youâd BOTH stay here while I went to the Surface to look for my Sans.â
Papyrus placed a hand over his soul with a shocked gasp. Â âStupid? Â Unnecessary?? Â Such honesty! Â It can only mean that you trust me! Â Very deeply!! Â No, no, do not protest, I completely understand. Â I AM an extremely capable and attractIVE-!â
Papyrus instinctively tucked his chin as something slammed into his chest and shoved him hard against the cliff wall. Â
"Ow?" he said bemusedly, fingering the the bone construct protruding from his chest. Â It was deeply embedded in the stone behind him, effectively pinning him in place.
"Look at that. Â I CAN throw you further than I can trust you," Edge chuckled darkly. Â "Keep your guard up, Creampuff. Â That one should have been easy to dodge."
"Ok? I guess I'll see you when you go to see Miss Pythia then?" Â Papyrus called as Edge mounted his motorcycle and started the engine.
"Will I be able to stop you?" Edge grumbled.
"Probably not!" Â Papyrus said brightly, but Edge had already gunned the engine and zoomed off. Â
"Perhaps we need to talk about not stabbing me though," Papyrus muttered, looking down at his chest. Â The shaft of the bone construct had neatly pierced the space between his ribs, giving him nothing more serious than a scrape and a bruise. Â And a near heart-attack from the surprise.
âAnd not tearing up my poor jacket,â Â Papyrus groused to himself, using both hands to snap off the end of the bone. Â âRude?"
He carefully pulled himself free, then inspected his clothes with a sigh. Leather was so hard to sew, and this would be such an awkward place for a patch. Â He hoped Sans wouldn't notice, but if he did, he should have a story ready...
As though his thoughts had summoned it, Sansâ distinctive ringtone plinked cheerily out of his phone. Suppressing a flash of guilt, he immediately answered it.
âI found the other Sans. Â Is Edge with you?â Â Sans asked breathlessly.
"No, he just left, but I can call him.  Where are you?"  Papyrus asked, taking off at a sprint down the road. Edgeâs Sans had been found? That was wonderful! And a little disappointing, since it would probably mean no more missions to the Surface, but he couldnât be too upset about that. Edge would be so relieved...
"Toriel's. Â Hurry, it's bad," Sans said grimly, then hung up the phone.
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The truth always has a way of coming out. And when it gets suppressed, it has a way of making itself heard. Beautiful ending to a beautiful story ^_^
Love everything about this AU and this artist ^_^ I think Iâve stared at this lovely thing for a solid 30 minutes now. Just look at the dappled light pattern on them from the leaves overhead, JUST LOOK AT IT!!