Underfell                  Undertale                  Underswap
ok la de undertale practicamente e relajada y le vale madres todo,la de underfell e sobreprotectora con su flor uke fav flawi y es bastante agresiva(las heridas causadas por peleas de distintos boss) y la swap siendo todo lo contrario a mi siendo una girly toda kawaii de sune calmada y kawaii
Eto lo iba a poner antes pero como andaba con la wea de ilusiontale no lo publique antes,de echo,la pregunta que me lo hizo desparecio qwq
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The Princess and Her Knight: SF Asriel's offensive and insulting behavior developed due to family problems. Upon learning this, do UT Asriel and/or US Asriel try to be there for him?
UF!Asriel has a superiority complex and SF!Asriel has an inferiority complex - he feels left behind and betrayed by his own family, so he ends up taking out those feelings on himself and others.
UT and US Asriel would want to help him, especially US!Asriel, since he went through something similar himself.
I can actually see SF!Asriel developing a soft spot for the latter.
Hi there, I would love a match-up please! If youâre not doing them right now, please disregard this!! I donât want to overload your plate. Sorry for the info dump as well, I ramble a lot when I talk about this kind of stuff ha ha haâŠ
My Sign: Taurus (May 14th)
Likes:Â Reading, writing, anything related to fantasy, music of almost any kind, singing, playing guitar, wolves, forests, anything related to Ireland, playing Dungeons and Dragons, RPG/story based video games, coffee, biking, hiking
Dislikes:Â Horror movies or books (for whatever reason, horror games are okay, I just might get jumpscared a lot which is pretty funny to watch since I am the jumpiest person on the planet!!), any biting/stinging insect, smoking, excessive drinking (like, a little is okay, but not to the point where they get drunk), jazz/most rap, exercise of most kinds, shooter/games with heavy PVP (mainly because I SUCK at them)
Description of Me: I am pretty shy and awkward upon meeting, but if you can get past me I am an absolute nerdy dork who loves geeking out on just about anything that is related to the fantasy genre. I am kind of a night owl and I prefer to stay up late and sleep in late. Now, I do actually sleep and if I get tired I tend to get either really crabby or really emotional (sometimes bothâŠ).Â
Also, I donât really have depression or anxiety, but I am kinda (okay, being honest, actually really) bad at communicating. If I am stressed or feeling upset, I tend to keep it to myself and âbottle it upâ because I donât want to burden others. Sometimes I reach my stress/emotion limit and I tend to blow up, and I will either just unexpectedly lash out angrily for no apparent reason or I will run off and start crying. Now I know most people would say, âOh, Iâll let her cool off for a bit,â but this is where I need people most. I for whatever reason canât really say, âHey, Iâm really stressed, can I get a hug?â but that is most definitely what I want!! I donât necessarily need or want you to encourage me, though, as that will most likely tick me off more, but just a hug and a kiss and maybe just letting me vent for a little while (like, 10-15 minutes tops), and Iâll be good as new.
That being said, people have told me that I am a really good listener. I donât tend to give advice as I donât find myself qualified to do so, but I will definitely listen and let you vent and not ever judge you for it. People who tell me they have low self esteem have said that they really like being around me because they tell me that I lift them up when they most need it (I really hope I donât sound arrogant, because I am not trying to!! This is what people have told me). I have some self-esteem issues, but I usually set those aside if someone else needs me to. I keep my issues to myself (unless, of course, I canât take it anymore, but even then good luck getting me to talk about it).
I have pretty strong morals and if someone tries to tell me that my morals are wrong, I will pretty fiercely defend myself. I wonât necessarily try to change your views unless I really think you are being an indecent person. I try not to be insulting when I do this but I can get pretty aggressive if I feel like my views are being questioned. I am open to other views, but if they are going to be a jerk then you can bet that I will whip around and shoot them down. If someone wants to have a civilized chat with me, I will do so. I will also defend my friends if I think that someone is being mean or unfair to them.
Love Language:Â
Take - Touch/Quality Time - I adore being cuddled and I love hanging out with my loved ones.Â
Give - Words of affirmation/Touch - If you need a hug or a word of encouragement, you can bet that I will be there to do so! Just because I canât communicate my own problems doesnât mean I wonât be there for yours!
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Taurus are most compatible with Cancer, Capricorn, Pisces, and Virgo. This means youâre most compatible with:
Red (July 4-Cancer), Rusty (July 4-Cancer) Stretch (January 1-Capricorn), Big (January 1-Capricorn) Papyrus (March 9-Pisces), Sparrow (March 9-Pisces), and Coffee (September 10-Virgo)
Taurus are least compatible with Leo and Aquarius. This means youâre least compatible with:
Money (August 8-Leo), Egg (August 8-Leo), Berry (February 17-Aquarius), Jam (February 17-Aquarius) and Rus (February 14-Aquarius)
You got Stretch!
Stretch is our fantasy guy. Heâs a fantasy author, and writes a popular series called Twisted Shores. Heâs great to play any fantasy game with, and you can certainly get him to join in on any sort of dungeons, and dragons stuff you may have going on.Â
You being bad at communication isnât a deal breaker for him, and neither is you getting upset when things get bad as long as by lashing out you donât physically hurt him (hitting, kicking, punching etc). Any sort of physical lashing out makes Stretch very uncomfortable, and heâll shut down, his own anxiety, and PTSD taking over. If he knows in this time that what you need is for him to follow, and be with you, then you can bet that he will. Stretch is socially awkward, a dork, and tends to get embarrassed more easily than others, plus he has no idea how to flirt, but heâs a genuinely sweet guy, and heâll treat you right.Â
Heâll be great to give you the quality time youâre looking for, as well as the physical affection. Stretch is a hugger. Heâll also really appreciate those Words of Affirmation. Stretch is a bit of a jealous boy, so sometimes he needs to be reassured, and knowing you can do that will mean a lot.Â
Rus knew what he looked like. Tall, gangling skeleton and his bones were thin, almost delicate. Most people probably thought a stiff breeze would send him off like a tumbleweed and they were sort of right. He wouldâve had more than a couple scars from a childhood from tripping over his own feet if his brother wasnât such a good healer.
But if you took his innate clumsiness out of the equation, it was a load of bullshit, really. Heâd helped his brother set up their garden, hauled bags of soil and manure, lugged oversized flowerpots, carried fencing and poles. He wasnât weak, thank you very much, but even he had to admit, holding up a Monster of Edgeâs size for any length of time was pushing him to his limits.
Luckily, he didnât have to manage long. Edge caught his balance quickly, rocked unsteadily back to his feet and once Rus wasnât completely blanketed by tall skeleton, he got a better view of the Dogs standing on either side of him, helping hold him up. Okay, they were at least part of the reason Edge hadnât fallen on him, so what, he was pretty sure he did his part.
More Dogs, wow, did they buy these guys by the six pack? They were pretty good at the stoic, almost as good as Edge, but Rus didnât miss their brief, amused tail wags. Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, watching him trying to catch Edge mustâve been a funny sight, like a meek village fool trying to catch a crumbling mountain.
But watching them immediately school their expressions to bland seriousness when Edge looked at them was even better.
Large hands settled on his shoulders, drawing his attention back to Edge and more to the point, his face, holy fuckâ
âIâm all right,â Edge started, and no, just no.
âyou certainly donât look like it!â Rus snapped. He took hold of one of Edgeâs sleeves, flinching at sight of the charred fray that was all that remained of his gloves. âcome on, for pityâs sake, come sit down!â
Edge didnât really resist, bemusedly letting Rus lead the way down the hallway. Only for Rus to stop a few steps in, turning back to admit sheepishly. âum. iâm not sure where you were going?â
He hadnât heard any of the Dogs speak yet, but that wasnât entirely unusual, some Monsters didnât use a verbal language. It didnât stop one of them from letting out a snicker, hastily quelled when Edge slanted him a dour look.
âThis way, flower shop.â Edge took the lead and stayed on his feet mostly under his own steam with the occasional steadying hand from one of the Dogs. He led the way to another of the thousand doors, only this one had a panel that opened to reveal a keypad. Rus pointedly didnât watch as Edge punched in the code and went inside.
But it wasnât an infirmary of any sort or even a bathroom. Inside was a large bedroom, dominated by an enormous four poster bed that was covered in an fluffy comforter and huge pillows, with actual curtains hung around it, like theyâd taken an accidental trip with the Ghost of Gyftmas Past and wandered into the bedroom of Ebeneezer Scrooge. Rus hovered awkwardly by the door as the Dogs helped Edge to one of the wide sofas set in a half-circle in a sort of open-air sitting room.
Once Edge was settled, the Dogs took their leave and Rus didnât miss the wink one of them sent his way.
Well, it seemed they were expecting him to play nurse, not exactly a role heâd had much experience in. One look at Edge had him setting his shoulders, ready to step up and give it his best shot, though if there were any cracks about him putting on a little white dress, he was out.
Or maybe he was fooling himself, because he couldnât possibly leave Edge alone like this. His clothes were streaked with burnt marks, the fine suit from that morning looked like it only recently stopped smoldering. Worse of all, the bone all down one side of his face was scorched and blackened, and Rus supposed it was a small mercy that the damage was on the already injured side of his skull.
Just looking at it made nausea lurch up into his throat. Rus swallowed it down and walked over, biting the tip of his tongue and focusing on that tiny hurt while he inspected the damages.
It must be painful, but Edge didnât flinch from Rusâs timid prodding as he tried to decide if he actually could help or if he needed to find a phone to call for someone more qualified. So much soot and who knew what damage beneath it. Rus blinked hard as sympathetic tears welled; heâd always hated seeing anything hurt, Rus was the one getting teased for rescuing worms from the sidewalks after a storm and giving the pigeons in the park the crusts from his sandwiches. A thumb grazed underneath his socket, wiping away the trickle of tears, and Rus could smell the smoky char on Edgeâs ruined gloves.
âItâs not that bad, flower shop,â Edge murmured. âIâm only a little crisp around the edges.â If he were trying for lightness, he failed, and Rus could feel wetness escaping from around his touch, trickling down his cheekbones. âDonât,â Edge tried, âYou donât need toâ"
âthis is about us, isnât it?â Rus interrupted softly. He wasnât sure what kind of fool Edge thought he was, but he could at least manage to put 2 and 2 together and know that a vengeful fire monster who was prone to kidnappings likely matched up with fresh burns.
Edge said nothing and that was all the answer Rus needed.
âthen i think i do.â Rus drew away, wiping impatiently at his damp cheeks bones with his sleeve. âwhereâs the bathroom?â
He followed where Edge pointed and one step inside was enough to stifle his remaining tears. If he thought his own lavatory was opulent, this one seemed to belong more in a palace than above a strip club in the red-light district, all of it gleaming dark marble streaked with gold. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and sighed. All his efforts to obey his brotherâs scold to keep his new clothes clean ruined by smudges of soot streaked all down his shirt and a full set of handprints impressed on his shoulders.
Welp, guess it was a good thing he probably wasnât going to be doing the laundry.
Under the sink was a basin that he filled halfway with cool water, along with a well-appointed first aid kit. Rus snagged both along with a couple clean washcloths and clumsily carried the lot of it out, only spilling a couple splashes of water to disappear in the lush carpet.
Edge hadnât moved, only watched him with an intensity that sent an odd prickle down Rusâs spine. Whatever, let him stare. Rus ignored it to set his newfound supplies on the coffee table and sat on the sofa next to him to get to work. First, wetting a washcloth and very gently washing away the layers of soot to reveal the chalky, damaged bone beneath. It actually wasnât too bad, he was relieved to see, at least Edge was right about that. Most of it was filth, the only real damage seemed to be to the very side of his face, a ragged line that ran from his forehead nearly to his chin. Edge never made a sound even when Rus had to really scrub to clear away the sooty blackness. The friction must have hurt terribly, but he allowed Rus to clean him up as he muttering vague apologies the entire time, because honestly, if heâd been the one hurt, Rus would have been howling for mercy by now.
The silence grew to be too much, nothing but the splash of water as he wrung out the cloth again and Edgeâs crimson eye lights following his every move. Luckily, filling silences with nervous chatter was one of Rusâs greatest skills.
âiâm glad the bathroom was close,â Rus admitted with a self-deprecating laugh, âif it was in the hallway, i wouldâve been a while. iâm not sure if i could find anything in this labyrinth.â
âItâs not as big as it seems,â Edgeâs sockets fell half-closed as Rus gingerly cleaned around the delicate, damaged rim, showing only a bare gleam of crimson. âYou only think it is because of the Dogs.â
That gave Rus a pause. "what do you mean?â
Edge offered him that little half-smile of his, "The hallways are designed like a labyrinth and my brother has the Dogs lead people through the same ones several times. Even the artwork is designed to change the picture when someone walks past it, to make it seem larger and more confusing than it is.â
âseriously? what kind of low-rent james bond villain bullshit is that?" Rus blurted. He winced at his own words, shit, calling Red a villain wasnât exactly what his brother would call good manners, but Edge's slight smile only widened.
"I prefer the term frugal.â
âhmmph,â Rus huffed, deciding not to argue the point. If Red wanted a subplot of being a cheapskate, that was his problem. âare you going to tell me what happened?â he asked, dabbing gingerly at a particularly darkened spot. The bone beneath was slightly pitted and he could only hiss in sympathy, imagining how much it must hurt.
That little smile faded. âI went to see Blaze in a neutral location, to negotiate.â
âlooks like negotiations went south.â
Edge grunted in agreement, closing his sockets entirely as Rus finished cleaning his skull with a last gentle wipe. He dropped the washcloth into the dingy basin water before digging through the first aid kit for burn ointment. With the soot cleaned away, the burns matched Edgeâs assessment of not too bad. They should heal fine, probably wouldnât even scar if Edge kept it clean and well treated. Of course, there was another option.
Rus carefully set the ointment aside, reaching out instead with a cautious bare hand, âyou were right, it isnât too bad. iâm not as good as my brother, but if you let me heal youââ
The hand that caught his wrist moved so quickly Rus barely saw it. He yelped in surprise and automatically tried to pull away. Uselessly, that grip tightened painlessly as Edge said, firmly, âNo.â
Even sitting, Edge was taller than him, especially when he wasnât slumped back on the sofa. Taller than him, larger than him in every way and even sitting here in a ridiculously lavish bedroom in his ruined suit, Edge seemed larger than life, nearly a force of nature. And Rus looked up directly into his hurt face and asked boldly, âwhy not?â
The flick of his crimson tongue over his teeth nearly distracted Rus from his words. âBecause having someone else use their magic on me outside of a fight is entirely too intimate for my tastes.â
Intimate. That was the problem? Considering that Rus was in possession of a shivery memory of Edgeâs weight on top of him, pressing him into the cushioned plush of the rug with the heat of the fireplace pouring over them as Edgeâs gloved hand skimmed against his bare hipâŠumâŠbetter to stop there. Anyway, considering all that, it seemed silly to him for Edge to suffer through days of discomfort when a little healing magic could ease it.
Exasperated, Rus pointed out, âyou were willing to have sex with me but wonât let me heal you?â It was only after he said it that Rus belatedly remembered that actually, Edge hadnât been willing to have sex with him, that was sort of where their awkwardness this morning came from and he looked away, a miserable blush rising in his cheekbones, like an echo of Edgeâs burns.
To his shameful relief, Edge didnât comment on that, only ran his thumb over the delicate, interlocked bones at the inside of Rusâs wrist. âItâs not the same. Magic involves souls, sex is only as intimate as you allow it to be. Anyone can take your body, flower shop.â
âyes, thank you for that reminder,â Rus muttered unhappily. He couldnât hold back a shudder, remembering Blazeâs unbearably sweltering hands on him, forcing his touch on Rus as he whispered horrible things, cruelly teasing threats about Rusâs mouth and what he might do to it.
Edgeâs voice jarred him from the unpleasant memory, cushioned in gentleness. âYouâre safe here. This club is as well protected as it could possibly be. Aside from basic security precautions, weâve been layering on every sort of protection spell possible over it since we got to the surface.â
That was a comfort to know, for now. But what about when he left, they left, him and Blue heading back to their shop and their lives without an ounce of protection surrounding them.
âi want to go home.â The words slipped out, small and miserable. And true, their home was small and a bit cramped, but it was home.
âI know,â Edge said, softly. He offered no promises about getting Rus there and he wondered wanly if he should be grateful for that honesty. Rus reached up and took hold of the large hand still holding his other wrist as his gaze searched Edgeâs face, eye lights skimming from the untouched side to the one stark with darkened burns. With a tug, Edge brought their joined hands to his mouth, pressing a kiss against them and murmuring, âIâm working on it.â
There was something in his voice, something coldly dark beneath that tender touch and Rus swallowed hard, âyouâre going to try to kill him, arenât you.â
âDonât ask questions that you donât want answered.â
âarenât you?â Rus persisted.
Edge let out a small frustrated sound, "It's the only way to end this. The only way you'll get your life back."
Rus shook his head, helplessly. That couldnât be true, the only answer simply couldnât be tainting Edgeâs soul with XP, racking a LV onto Edgeâs conscious in the name of their wellbeing, his and Blueâs and Rus knew without question that his brother would agree. âthere has to be another way.â
âAre you willing to bet your life on that, flower shop?â Edge countered, âWhat about your brotherâs?â
âthere has to be! i canât let youââ kill someone. Rus choked on the words, felt the ache of tears welling up again.
Again, that thumb rubbed a soothing little circle against Rusâs wrist. âWhy do you care so much?â
âIâŠâ Rus swallowed nervously. âitâsâŠitâs the right thing to do!â
âOf course,â Edge said wryly. âAnd you always do the right thing, donât you.â He let go of Rusâs wrist and sank back into the cushions. âGo on, then.â
âhuh?â Rus blinked, confused, ready to argue that he wasnât about to leave with this debate still between them.
âGo on,â Edge repeated, âHeal me.â A sardonic slash of a smile tipped up the undamaged side of his mouth. âSince itâs the right thing to do.â
Oh. Rus had to kneel up to reach, leaning across Edgeâs torso to settle his bare hand lightly against the side of his skull. It was a matter of moments to focus his magic, calling up the tingling warmth of healing and concentrating it on the burns. He certainly didnât miss Edgeâs relieved sigh; it mustâve hurt something awful and honestly, fussing about intimacy when the alternative was days of pain? He really couldnât understand these people.
When Rus finally stopped, the bone beneath his hand was smooth and unblemished, at least as much as previously cracked bone could be. All signs of any burns were gone and Rus beamed at Edge, pleased.
âthere,â he said triumphantly. âisnât that bettâoh!â
The way Rus was leaning already put him off balance and the sudden, strong arm winding around his waist sent him nearly sprawling into Edgeâs lap. A rough chuckle greeted his twisting and squirms until he was sitting across Edgeâs femurs, looking up into his newly healed face with wide sockets.
âYes,â Edge agreed softly, âThis is much better.â He lightly bit the tip of one of his fingers, tugging off his glove and spitting it aside before reaching out to brush bare fingertips lightly over Rusâs mouth, cautious of the sharpened tips. Rus sat frozen beneath that touch as it slid lower, broad knuckles curling beneath his chin. âTo tell the truth, Iâm at a loss,â Edge murmured, low, like a confession. âEven if I deal with Blaze, youâre irrevocably linked to me now. Do I let it be? Or do I embrace it?â
ThatâŠthat soundedâŠRus wasnât sure, his thoughts were in wild turmoil, caught up between Edgeâs words and his embrace, âwhat about what i want?â he asked, weakly.
A soft chuckle gusted over him like a caress and Edgeâs face was close to his own, as he said, âPretty flower, youâve wanted me since the day I walked into your shop.â
Rus wanted to deny it, but what was the point? It was true, he couldnât possibly have been more obvious. He didnât move as Edge leaned in, every possible protest twittering out of his mind even as Edge said, his deep voice raw with the barest of regrets, âJust remember, I tried to let you go.â
His mouth was achingly gentle, coaxingly sweet and Rus parted his teeth with a watery sigh as he met it with his own. Parted his teeth to timidly meet the slide of a clever tongue with his own. He was surrounded, Edge around him, beneath him, the arms that circled him held Rus close. Safe, he realized, he was safe, and Rus groaned shakily, clinging to Edgeâs broad chest as those dizzying kisses deepened, teeth scraping with tantalizingly deliberate roughness as a low growl rumbled out from deep within Edgeâs chest.
In the back of his mind, Rus was hyperaware of the enormous bed behind them, equal parts inviting and terrifying to consider Edge carrying him to it the same way as he had to the rug. His heavy weight again between Rusâs femurs, the hard press of his hips, and the senseless magic settling in Rusâs pelvis wanted that, wanted even more. He could feel his magic taking form, embarrassingly eager wetness dampening his undershorts. His mind might well be unsettled, but his body was making its wants known to them both and he couldnât help wriggling again, already feeling the response of Edgeâs body beneath his pelvis.
The door bursting opened shattered any burgeoning arousal and Rus jerked back, scrambling away even as Edge reluctantly let him go.
Red didnât even seem to notice them yet, kicking the door shut as he groused, âdogs said you and blaze got into it, bro, you okayââ he stopped, staring blankly at his brother, eye lights gliding over where Edgeâs joints were flushed and his jaw clenched. Then flicking to Rus who was curled up far on the other side of the sofa with a burning blush high on his cheekbones. Red chewing on the end of his cigar furiously, saying acidly around it, âmight need to have a word with âem, since they didnât see fit to mention this lilâ tĂȘte-Ă -tĂȘte.â
âPerhaps they thought they didnât need to,â Edge said, coolly, âThere is this charming social construct called knocking, you should consider trying it sometime.â
âuh huh, you know me, all up in the social constructs.â Red turned his sour look back on Rus, who only cringed harder, âsorry to interrupt, but iâm fresh outta social constructs right now. me and my bro need to talk, hit bricks.â
Edge crossed his arms over his chest, âNo, he can stay.â
Yeah, because Rus was all about hanging around Red with his magic still uncomfortably roused between his legs. âi really donât mind, i can go.â
Neither of them paid him any mind, both brotherâs glaring. Finally, Red shrugged, âi was gonna talk business, but if you wanna scar your pretty lilâ flower, ainât no skin off my bones.â
That seemed to give Edge a pause. He frowned, considering, then sighed out, âGo, Rus.â
Rus wobbled to his feet, all ready to head for the door. Only to have Edge catch his wrist, reeling him in. He didnât try to take a kiss, thankfully, no attempt at a little pda in front of his brother. He only studied Rusâs face as if drinking in the sight of him, then tapped him lightly on the nasal aperture as he said, sternly, âBehave.â
That made him remember that morning, sneaking downstairs to chat with the ladies in the break room. Rus gave him a wobbly nod, and said, âi always do,â hoping his guilt didnât show on his face as he slipped away and headed towards the door.
He skirted widely around Red and even that didnât keep Rus from hearing him mutter, âif thatâs you behavinâ flower shop, canât wait to see ya beinâ bad.â
Outside the door one of the Dogs was waiting and Rus was about to ask them to show him back to his room, preferably without the extra mileage, when his eye lights caught on a long line of blistered redness along their muzzle.
âdid you get burned, too,â Rus gasped, appalled, âthat must hurt, do you want me to healâŠit?â He trailed off awkwardly, expecting to be brushed off. But the Dog only whined and lowered their head, their dark brown eyes hopeful.
The little wound was even easier to heal than Edgeâs and the Dog heaved a sigh of relief when Rus was finished, offering him a slightly slobbery grin, along with something else that had been sitting unnoticed by their feet. They held it out in offering and Rus took it, uncomprehending at first until the familiar jangle made him look down in disbelief.
It was his backpack, somewhat sooty and Spongebob was more than a little worse for wear, but it was his, with all his pins still attached.
âhow did youââ Rus started, dumbly. There was only one answer and Rus glanced at the door speculatively, wondering if heâd gotten the backpack before, after, or during getting burnt to a crisp. Questions for later and he added it to his list as the Dog led him back to his room.
The moment he opened the door, a loud shout almost sent him tumbling head over heels back out.
âWhere have you been!?â
Rus sighed to himself and shut the door, bracing himself to face his brother.
Where was a kidnapping when you really needed one.
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WARNING. The following comic contains dark themes; strong language, self-harm, mental and physical abuse, hints and mentions of non-con/rape. There will also be mild honeymustard involved.
FINALLYYYYYY- Sorry about the long wait. I finally got around to taking a bit of a break. If focusing on sketching future pages counts as a break- Anyway, hope you enjoy!Â
I love these two pages to death, hope you like them too!