Did another thing!! This oneâs for the whole Horrotale series. I liked the marble for Sans and his geology and the yellow is for Reader with their Justice soul! I also wanted to make it consistent with Swapfell so thereâs a theme :) I might make others soon if that wouldnât be weird/annoying!
This isn't annoying at all, it's gorgeous! I love these! This one is so elegant and nice! đ
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Hi!! I love your fanfic so much the writing and characters are so good!! I was just wondering if you have any headcanons for Tobias and Nia when they fully evolve? Or just how you think evolution would work in your world once it come back? Would Toby straight up evolve into Charizard or spend some time as a Charmeleon? Would Nia take more time to be comfortable enough to evolve than he would?
Aw, thank you! :D
I absolutely have thoughts on Nia and Tobias evolving and how evolution in general would shake out in the Seekers world!!! Unfortunately, Iâm going to have to be super vague right now due to spoilers, but I will say that these questions will be addressed in-story! đ
Hi!! I freaking love your TAZ aus specifically the one with Taako and Barry and the one with Lup being freed out of the Umbra staff early!! Theyâre so good and Iâm always so sad when I finish them because I donât want them to end! You capture the characters so well and your writing is amazing!! It makes me day when I can read a new writing post from you!
:D thank you! iâve actually been a little worried that people were getting annoyed with what almost feels like fic spam since iâm just kinda pumping these little guys out practically every other day at this point, so iâm glad thatâs not the case!Â
also if youâre interested in the taako and barry one (which honestly i might do a part 2 from barryâs pov later, weâll see) i do have a whole fic that this idea had actually morphed into called Red Blue Colorbind if you havenât checked it outÂ
Hi! I got into the adventure zone after following you and seeing what you posted on your blog. I just wanted to say thanks because it is honestly one of the best things Iâve ever experienced and Iâm only on episode 21!! IT'S SO GOOD!!
oh thatâs so cool to hear! imo it only gets better from there, so youâre in for a treat!
Hi!! So uh I did A Thing and made a cover for the Swapfell Indigo series! Iâve gotten into cover making and itâs been really fun :) I wanted to share and just say thanks for all the stories youâve written!!
Oh my gosh, thank you so much! It's so pretty! I love the edging on the border and the fonts are so neat and clean, thank you for sharing this! <3
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Could you possibly do a more in depth post about ascendswap?? I love all the swap aus and this one has me Intrigued!!
I sure can!
Ascendswap
Thereâs a human running loose in the Underground.
Theyâve been there quite awhile.
Monsters are havingâŚa very strange dayâŚor maybe, a strange few days⌠orâŚno, it feels like so much longer, but it couldnât be.
Things are just a little odd lately, is all.
In reality, monsterkind has been living the same handful of days over and over again, stuck in a loop of RESETsâat the mercy of a human who seems to be perfecting their ability to show no mercy.
The repeatedly looping timeline is beginning to take its toll.
Monsters are starting to realize that something is happening.
At first, itâs only a bit of dĂŠjĂ vu, feeling familiarity in their actions and conversations like theyâve been here before, done this before, said this beforeâŚ
Then itâs a lot of dĂŠjĂ vu, being able to guess what someone else will say before they say it, what they do before they do it.
Monsters are starting to talk about it, starting to suspect that something may be happening around here.
But thatâs as far as theyâve gotten before a human emerges from the Ruins, and they have far more immediate problems to deal with.
One monster is a bit further ahead of the curve, thoughâSans.
Though he lacks full awareness of what goes on between RESETs, more of his memories seem to be sticking than othersâ and between a gut feeling, the temporal anomaly data pulled from a machine his father left behind, and the first glimpse he gets at the humanâs expressions every time he âmeetsâ them, he knows.
Theyâve done this before, theyâll do it again, and theyâre not stopping.
Not until someone makes them stop.
Unlike other monsters (or even unlike other Sanses, in other universes), this Sans is driven, determinedâarguably to the point of self-detrimentâto prove himself and to solve the problem himself.
He has knowledge the others donât, therefore itâs his responsibility to act.
Sans tries a few things to put an end to it.
He ambushes the human earlier in their dusting spree. He tries to warn other monsters to get them out of the path of the massacre. Once, quite memorably, he tried taking all the human souls theyâd gathered, absorbing them to make himself a formidable, hopefully final foe at the end of the line.
That was a grueling and nightmarish handful of runsâŚbut of course, the human persisted.
They would not be halted, an unstoppable force.
But Sans aspires to be their immovable object.
Thereâs one avenue he hasnât explored yet, in searching for a way to stop the cycle of RESETs, something heâs never explored before, too daunted by the deep and unknowable source that once granted him an arcane office that not even Queen Toriel could explain beyond that it has Been as long as monsters have been imprisoned.
In desperation, Sans calls upon the thing that made him The Judge.
Itâs not easy, of course.
It takes him many attempts, more effort and concentration and force of will than anything heâs ever done, but eventually he reaches back, far back across that faint thread of connection within himself and makes contact.
WithâŚsomething.
Itâs old.
Itâs big.
Itâs strong.
It feels like something that always has been and always will be.
It feels like Justice.
Communing with such a thingâan entity, a conceptâis strange, nearly impossible.
Later, Sans might describe it as trying to have a conversation with Cthulhu in its native R'lyehian, screaming it across fathoms of deep ocean trying to swallow the sound.
But he manages to get something through, or at least enough of something.
It seems to understand that Sans is trying to solve an injustice but is unable, and that assistance is being sought.
Naturally, such a vast abstract entity canât interfere directly in the affairs of mortal creatures, but through its envoyâthrough Sansâit may tip the scales back to even.
Firstly, it will remove the hidden stars scattered throughout this universeâs version of the Underground. The human will not be able to SAVE their timeline, and will only be able to use their Determination to start their journey over from the very beginning.
And secondly, it will grant The Judge a greater measure of its power.
This will, of course, change him.
He will have access to much older, deeper, stronger magic than heâs ever known, and he will see and feel his world in spectrums and frequencies that will be entirely new to him.
However, he will also have the ability to share that magic with others, if he chooses. At cost to himself, but nothing can be given without taking from somewhere else.
This is the bargain that Sans is offered, in the face of repeated and unending slaughter of monsterkind.
It seems fair.
If what heâs reached out to truly is Justice, then of course, it would be fair.
Sans agrees to accept the gift.
âŚâŚâŚ
Papyrus is very worried about his brother.
Sans has been comatose, unable to be woken by any means, stuck in what seem to be fitful dreams and seizing movements forâŚdays? Weeks?
It feels like longer, it canât only have been one day, time is so wrong lately and this isnât helpingâŚ
But eventually, Sans does wake.
There are flecks of gold in his eye-lights and the first thing he does, without a word, is to grab Papyrus by the arm.
His touch burns, hotter than any fire ever could, branding a golden handprint in the bone.
A streak of yellow slices across Papyrusâ neck, and suddenlyâŚ
He remembers everything.
Every single RESET up to that point is perfectly, chronologically clear to him. Every day restarted, all progress made and lost, every single time that he died when the humanâthe source of this, the one whoâs doing thisâslashed at him with their blade and took off his head, no matter how many times they heard him say with his final breath that he thought they could be better, if they just tried.
Clearly, they didnât want to.
Buzzing with power and new, horrible knowledge, he asks what Sans did.
âIâM MAKING IT FAIR. WE CAN FIX IT.â
Even in so few words, itâs obvious that Sans seems a littleâŚdifferent.
But Papyrus is feeling different himself, and knowing what he knows, how long itâs been going on, how bad this isâŚ
Thatâs on the back-burner, for now.
They need to do something, they need to tell someoneâand not just that, they need to be believed.
âwhat you did to me, to make me remember⌠could you do it again?â
âYES.â
Of course.
They go straight to the top, Queen Toriel.
Though bemused, Toriel allows her Judge to take her handâand he burns his own into it, a golden starburst appearing on her breast where she was so many times run through byâŚthe human! She remembers now!
And she also remembers that her ex-husband is alive and hiding out in the Ruins.
Despite his soft heart, heâs as much a boss monster as she is, and by his positioning, the first real line of defense that her people have against this vicious threat, though surely he doesnât realize it.
Obviously he needs to know whatâs at stake, his full and conscious awareness is needed to stop this repeated, savage decimation of their kind.
âSans⌠What you have done for meâŚcanââ
âI CAN DO IT AGAIN.â
They seek the former king, locked away in the Ruins.
Asgore is not best pleased that his ex-wife has come to callâespecially when a human child has only just fallen down and heâs left them alone to gather ingredients for snail pieâbut the trio pushes their way inside and the shorter skeleton puts his hand on his chest, and Asgoreâs arms are adorned with bright yellow scars, remnants of the times heâd held them up before his face to block or just maybe not have to see the final blow, landed byâŚ
âŚ
Oh, noâŚ
Asgore runs off, back to wherever heâd left the human, and he must put up something of a fight, because the timeline RESETs again before the rest can catch up to him.
They wait, for awhile.
No one emerges from the Ruins for quite some time, through several RESETs.
PerhapsâŚthe newly strengthened Asgore is enoughâŚ?
âŚWell. No.
The human breaks through, eventually.
Papyrus resolves to hold them in Snowdin for as long as he can, while Sans goes off to recruit one more for their groupâAlphys, the Captain of the Royal Guard.
âONE MORE. I CAN DO ONE MOREâŚâ
A handprint on her shoulder laterâand a slash across her waist from hip-to-leg, a brighter yellow than her scales ever wereâAlphys is in the know and furious, chomping at the bit to take the fight to the rotten little human making a game out of their lives.
The tide starts to turn.
The human is wearing down, getting frustrated in the face of stronger enemies, no SAVEs, andâŚother things that are just odd.
Nothing stays the same across RESETs anymore, fights that used to be quick take ages, and the terrain itself seems to be changing. No one is where theyâre supposed to be and taking a turn theyâve taken a million times will now suddenly put them halfway across the Underground!
And every time they die, they now have to start all the way back at the beginning.
Itâs annoying and itâs surely only a matter of time before they give up on their quest of destruction altogether.
But in the meantime, while the war is being wagedâŚ
Alphys asks Sans for a favor.
To do what he did for her, and the others, for Undyne too.
Itâs not a need. Undyne isnât a powerful fighter, she wouldnât be able to combat the human that way, but sheâs smart, and dedicated, and she can help somehow, probablyâŚ
And itâsâŚitâs so hard having to explain everything to her, over and over again, whenever thereâs another RESET and she forgets but Alphys remembersâŚ
AndâŚ
Well, the part she doesnât say is that sheâs afraid.
Whatever Sans did, whatever power he found that heâs sharing with them, theyâre so much stronger now, the kind of strong that comes with a price tag.
Alphys is a Boss Monster now.
Effectively, immortalâat least in terms of aging and natural causes.
Does she really want to be that⌠alone?
Without Undyne�
SoâŚshe asks.
Whatâs the harm in asking?
Sans seems oddly hesitant to share the gift againâŚbut he agrees.
He takes Undyne by the wrist and the iris of her right eye turns yellow, brighter than her sclera.
SimultaneouslyâŚ
Sansâ right eye-socket locks open, the eye-light and even the blackness around it bursting into a shimmering yellow cloud of formless, intangible magic.
Sans isnât surprised, of course.
This was exactly the price that Justiceâor whatever it was that felt like itâhad warned of, the price he had been paying all along.
To share his power with others, to give them back their memories of previous RESETs, they would also have to experience again all the damage they took in those timelines.
Damage that killed them, many times over, and would again.
Unless Sans took it instead.
Bits and pieces of himself would be lost in the process, but pieces are only pieces in light of whatâwho heâs saving, replacing the lost parts of his closest friends and loved ones with his physical matter.
Many parts of him have become only loose stardust clouds of magic by now, but heâs strong enough to survive without them, bolstered as he is by his connection to the entity who gave him the gift.
ThereâsâŚa bit of agitation that goes around at this revelation, the eye-socket too noticeable to be overlooked like the other bits and piecesâŚ
But whatâs done is done.
And thereâs still very much a war on, a task at hand that needs all of their focus and no squabbling.
In the endâbetween the six of themâthey force the human to quit.
Apparently, for good.
When next the human begins their quest through the Underground, they say their name is Chara and that it feels like theyâve just woken from a very strange dreamâŚor maybe a nightmare?
Between their Determination, the power of the other humans souls, and the deep, old magic of a few very powerful monsters, the Barrier is broken and monsterkind goes free.
ItâsâŚa happy ending.
Xanth (Ascendswap Sans)
Never quite the same after his communion with Justice⌠He experienced a severe ego-death and was simultaneously opened up to several new perceptions of the people and the world around him, leading to a very divided focus thatâs almost exclusively outward-facing. Missing as much of his body as he is, he doesnât feel especially present within himself, more justâŚtethered, utterly fearless when it comes to himself and his safety, whichâcombined with his wandering attention and strange perspectiveâtends to make him seem a bitâŚdotty
Has a greatly heightened soul-sense and is much more aware of (and vulnerable to) the emotions of others, highly empathic and very attuned to the atmosphere around him. His eye-socketâthe one mostly replaced by loose magicâamplifies his extrasensory perception significantly, so he tends to keep it covered to maintain what focus he can
Unfortunately lost a few friends in the aftermath of everything that happened Underground after it came out (or at least, rumor spread) that he was the source of some monstersâ cool new powers, but he only picked a few people to share it with⌠They donât know the full story, but itâs a sore spot for him whenever it comes upâŚ
Spiritual, very interested in matters of the soul and the universe and the cosmos, and all the ideas had and perceptions felt of it by people all around the worldâhe can and will talk mysticism with anyone whoâs interested for hours
Cheerful, talkative, and generous, he can be a bit odd but perfectly warm and go-with-the-flow after some getting used to
Piper (Ascendswap Papyrus)
Considerably more confident than he ever was, the power boost of becoming a Boss Monster certainly didnât hurt but mostly what changed him was the existential realization that nothing mattersâor at least, not so much as to be afraid of what people think of you. (The memories of a few thousand RESETs where you did the exact same thing every single time because you were too nervous to step out of your comfort zone and be who you wanted to be work wonders for shaking off some of the rust and getting you started on making some changes to your life)
Has a new magical ability, courtesy of his rebirth as a Boss Monster, to push intent into his words as his speaks them, making him significantly more convincing. It has its limitations, as a Justice-born powerâhe canât use his words to force people to go against themselves or do anything abhorrent to themâbut he can influence a bit, making his words felt and persuading people to want to work with him rather than against him
A little protective of his brotherâŚmaybe more than necessary⌠He blames himself some for how much his brother ended up sacrificing, for being the first one to encourage him to do it, for not noticing sooner what it was doing to himâand itâs not only his imagination that thereâs still plenty of people coming around looking to take advantage of Sansâ giving nature or apparent ânaivetĂŠâ⌠Not when heâs around, thatâs for sure
Aesthetic-consciousâspent a long time too self-conscious and insecure to present the self-image he wanted and making up for lost time now by dressing well, buying nice things that look good, and trying out hobbies he thought were âtoo coolâ for him⌠He's a cooler guy than he gave himself credit for, it all suits him wonderfully
Grounded, chivalrous, and charming, he might take a bit to really warm up but an unwavering pillar of support once he has Â
Hi is it compliment Poppy hours? I love your writing and characters so much youâre an amazing writer and itâs so cool to me how you can make fictional skeletons feel like real people in your stories! Iâve been here since R.E(red era lol) and itâs incredible to see how the skeletons have changed. Thereâs 20 now how awesome is that!!
I still can't believe it sometimes that there's 20 skeletons and I still love them all so much, like by all accounts it shouldn't be possible, and yet... đŠ
Hi Poppy! I hope youâre having a good day :) I was just wondering how you came up with the new nicknames for the boys?
VERY surprised it took this long for anyone to ask...but since you did! XD
Part 1 & Part 2Â
Merc (Horrorswap Sans): Well, Sanses usually go by color, but... he has two-- red and blue-- so thatâs a stumbling block right off the bat. (He hasnât gone pink yet and heâs gotta be called something...) He wryly suggests Mercury, like the element, liquid at room temperatures and all it takes to make the name stick is to point out, with a perfectly straight face, that itâs generally a non-reactive metal. This is deemed humorous enough to be allowed.
Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus): Papyrus Tradition seems to be picking segments of their name, but... with Papyrus, Paps, Pyre, Rus, Papy, Yrus all coming before him, thereâs not a whole lot to work with anymore. King already had to pick a totally different name, so what is he supposed to go with? When they ask him what heâd like to be called, it kinda goes down like this-- â...â âWELL, ALRIGHT! BUT I THINK ONLY SKELETON MONSTERS WILL BE ABLE TO PRONOUNCE THAT, WE MIGHT HAVE TO ENUNCIATE IT FOR HUMANS AND OTHER MONSTERS. IS ELLIPSIS ALRIGHT?â â...sure, why not.âÂ
Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans): By color? Pitch will work for him, as in âpitch black.â When itâs raised that his magic (starts out) purple, just like his non-horror counterpart, he feigns surprise. âREALLY? IT LOOKS BLACK TO ME.â .........So! After an awkward, uncomfortable silence (for everybody else, heâs having a great time), Pitch it is! Easy! When it goes green later on, heâs already attached to the nickname, no need to workshop it.
Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus): Heâs in the same boat as all the other Papyri who came late and he canât think of anything. More importantly, he doesnât want to think of anything, it doesnât matter what people call him. Whoâs going to be talking to him, anyway? Heâs not important, heâs...heâs nobody. The Papyri, many of whom are massive nerds, confer briefly and decide that if he says heâs nobody, he can be Nemo--literally ânobodyâ...but also pretty famously an alias used by Odysseus, a hero who went on a great journey and conquered many treacherous obstacles to triumphantly return home. Maybe a little token of luck for the future...? Either way, Nemo doesnât see the need to protest it.
Sunny (G!Sans): Magic color! Heâs yellow, heâll go by Sunny! (He shrugs when his brother points out his name isnât Sans and he doesnât technically need a nickname. It seemed like fun, he wanted to be a part of it.) Back in his own universe, though, he went by D.B. After waking up with a lot of knowledge, but no real memories of...anything, both he and his brother had to pick out names for themselves and all they knew (???) was that skeleton monsters were generally named for their fonts. But their fonts...donât really look like anything they could find. The closest was Wingdings, Aster spoke it for awhile, but using it as a name felt...very wrong, even uncomfortable somehow. He researched Wingdings a little more, though, and saw it described as a âdingbat font,â and...well, he fell in love with it! His name is Dingbat, but for some reason, he likes the idea of initialing, so D.B. he was!
Aster (G!Papyrus): While his brother opted to dig deeper into Wingdings for a name, he cast a wider net, looking at more and more fonts trying to find one that matched. He was...unsuccessful... but he did find the Aster font! Itâs not a match to his own, but its typography is neat and clean, which is nice. And the name, the sound of it...something about it rings a bell or two in his head; feels at least a little familiar... So heâll take it! Heâll be Aster. (And if heâs any Papyrus at all, then keeping his own name really is following perfectly into the tradition, isnât it?)