The Longest A Tumblr Poll Can Last Is About A Week, So Unfortunately That Is The Time Limit For This

The many versions of summer…erm—Frisk lol.

The Salt Circle https://archiveofourown.org/works/35240278/chapters/87819139

Now the poll is unavailable?

Gah! I give up.

Post #14 - The Faces of Frisk

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I went to my first convention this past weekend. It was definitely an experience seeing people in cosplay in real life—I even dared to dress up. While there, I came across so much inspiration for my art that sparks flew through my brain. It was definitely a much-needed trip.

So enough of that! I have finally gotten around to sketching out different ideas for Frisk. These are just rough drafts that mainly play around with hairstyles, (she will still wear the signature bangs and bob. Option B is simply my fun little way of showing her face) and skin shades. I'm open to keeping her a Simpsons yellow too so anyone can easily see themselves in her—or maybe not considering her circumstances lol!

Either way, I think it would be fun to vote on it! (once I figure out how to create a poll, that is).

The previous poll appears to be neck and neck with a suggested AU and an original AU (based on the comments and the poll numbers). We will create from scratch to keep things simple while heavily referencing Underfell, that way we are technically doing both options. Below are the results.

Thanks again to everyone who voted! Once I figure out how to embed a poll in this post I will make an edit to include it. In the meantime, if you like any of the options, feel free to comment, and your vote or suggestion will be noted.

Edit: I’m stupid, all I had to do was edit this post to get a poll in—not create a whole new one. Hahaha…

And here is Asgore...two weeks later lol.

Post #25 - Lizard Daddy

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The title in the image does not say "Ai", but "AL". I just now noticed that it looks that way lol.

As I continue to update "The Worst Kinda Curse", I thought creating some concept art for Alphys' father, Al, would be fun. In the fic, he's described as big and imposing, but I have this habit of humanizing the monsters. So, I gave him two forms just to visually play around with different ideas. I like his color scheme as it reminds me of a rooster.

Would anyone care to see more sketches of characters from that story? I might make a few for "The Salt Circle" too.

is their any plans to upload the comic on ao3?

Speaking as someone who has embedded a few photos on Ao3, it is definitely not an ideal site to upload images. Because of that, I’ll likely only link back to the first chapter (I hope to have a scrolling format for the finished comic so it’s easier to maneuver through the pages) when I post the new fanfic.

Perhaps I can add the cover art and maybe page 1 on Ao3? I might change my mind depending on how things develop.

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Post #9 - Baby Animals or Little Girls?

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As I am preparing to sketch out the last scene for chapter one, I have been reading through highlight chapters in Lugubriosity. This chapter had particularly caught my eye since we get a bit more insight on Papyrus’ crimes. Only Papyrus didn't abusing several children alone, he had help. 

Which brings me to one question; how involved was Undyne really? 

I’d like to imagine someone who doesn't already have pedophilic tendencies wouldn't dare to help in such horrendous crimes regardless if they wanted to impress their emotionally abusive mother. In other words, Undyne was likely a pedophile as well, perhaps one who didn't have a strict child attraction. Should this be explored more in Fawn? It isn't typical for females to develop such a paraphilia, and even less likely for them to act on them, but then again, working with Papyrus had provided her with plenty of opportunities to offend. 

Perhaps Undyne isn't a pedophile but just a heartless sociopath with no care for the well being of children—only she's depicted as showing guilt in this chapter. 

Ah, musings, musings. 

Anyway, I thought I’d show some of the more animal victims of the two. We have Hunny and two unnamed girls. Should they also be present in Fawn, or should Papyrus have only one victim and that being Frisk? Maybe Frisk isn’t his first, but rather the one that he fell in love with? Maybe Papyrus and Undyne developed their friendship through their lust of little girls? Maybe, just maybe. 

A Chapter Left to Die

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✔ - Vote in the poll.

Before I decide to throw in the towel with Lugubriosity, and start again with Fawn, I started this chapter; the real chapter 35. It is only the beginning of an interaction that I intended to lead into another major plot point. Because Fawn will be slightly different, I'm not against exposing the plans I had for this chapter.

Guy, Hunny's father, approached Sans under the guise of friendly bonding. Guy, unlike Sans, was aware that Papyrus raped his daughter and got off scot-free—in fact, Papyrus was now seen as a hero in the community. Guy seeks revenge, of course he does, but he obviously doesn't stand a chance against the newly promoted Captain of the Royal Guard. Now Sans, on the other hand, was a disowned recovering dust-addict. Most monsters wouldn't even spit on him if he were on fire. The end result should be obvious, right?

Only it's not, and we know it's not because the following day Sans was taken to Gaster's lab to prepare for the ritual. So what happened? Perhaps we can explore this question in Fawn.

The Dump had everything a monster could ever want. All sorts of crap fell down here from the hole in the sky to give them a sprinkle of heaven—not that the surface was all the hoot. Nothing but junk, some would say, but despite it being crap, it was crap that wasn’t the usual crabapples or nice cream sandwiches with more nice than cream. When he was younger and he managed to pull his little brother and himself out of their hellhole of a home, the Dump was their new father. It sheltered them, entertained them, fed them, and on the occasion when scarier monsters came looking to do awful things to a couple of weaklings, the Dump protected them.

The Dump was a better father.

Sans stared at a particularly cozy hole between two deflated tires. It would be perfect for hiding if he were two times smaller and three times thinner. Fat asses, such as himself, would be better fitted for a fridge. Skeletons didn’t have fat—tell that to his big bones, he thought.

He chuckled.

And his eyes spotted an old treadmill on a pile of junk. Half of him was tempted to yank it out of the trash pile and—actually he would. No one could tell him otherwise, no one was home now to object or demand he get the filthy thing out of the house. For the first time since Papyrus became a ward of the Crown, Sans lived alone. He hated it now just as he hated it then. At least back when they were kids Paps would write to him, call him, and see him as frequently as the system would allow. Half an hour ago was the last time he’s seen his brother in over two months, and it was simply a passing glance, a brief touch, before Sans did the one thing he was good at; he disappeared.

Sans clenched the handle of a rusted tricycle to pull himself over a busted refrigerator. His once clean khakis were stained in old orange juice when his knee crushed a convenience store bag. He didn’t mind it. He also missed when he was allowed to embrace his inner slob. Alphys mentioned something about cleanliness and godliness, and he never once pegged her as the Mother Mary type. Science and religion tended to clash more times than not, but it could just be a phrase she read in a manga. They were so known for spewing Bible verses right?

Sans got to the top of the trash pile quicker than he initially expected. He felt pretty victorious, like the king of a castle, and the Dump was his kingdom. An empty popcorn pile leaned against his once white socks. He picked it up and placed it on his head, and along with his roach-regal headwear, he snatched a cracked drain pipe from the pile next. From this moment forward, it shall be his staff, and he shall boss around every rat in this horde.

He smiled at himself.

Paps used to love playing pretend. His favorite game was the knight in shining armor destined to save them all from the dragon's destructive path. Everyone deserved redemption, that’s what his brother believed then. No soul left behind no matter how damaged or unwanted.

How did things get so—

“Howdy up there!”

Sans spun around so quickly that he nearly lost his footing. On the ground below was a monster shielding their eyes from the sun in order to see Sans. The Dump was brighter than most places Underground. Here, there was the rare blend of artificial and natural sunlight. “Need any help?” Sans had to squint to make out the face. He recognized it.

The bunny guy from his druggie support group.

He threw the pipe down and shook off the popcorn carton. Suddenly this whole situation felt mighty ridiculous. Why the hell would a skeleton need a treadmill?

“No, uh, I was just…” Sans started to climb down carefully to prevent any broken bones. His back was already on fire by the time he made it half way, but his back was always on fire since Grillby shoved that pole through his spine, so that was nothing new. “I’m not homeless or anything.” That was the first thing he said when made it back to solid ground.

The bunny guy—was his name Guy?—helped him up. “Hey, I’m not knocking it. I know I usually find a lot of great stuff here.”

“You’re into dumpster diving too, huh?” Sans wiped his hands on his shorts. There were black stains on his palms, and when he sniffed it he smelled oil. “I spotted a cart in that pile if you need it for your grocery shopping.”

Guy extended a handkerchief towards him. He laughed like Sans’ comment was the funniest thing in the world and not an insult. “No need. We stocked up on food yesterday. I’m working on getting all of my bunnies back, even have a social worker coming on Monday, so I’m prepared. ”

Sans rejected the handkerchief. Another asshole who lost his kids? Why wasn’t this shocking? Probably because Dans saw the state of his junkie girlfriend that morning. At least they were putting in some kind of effort.

“I really love my kits—“

“Well, sounds like your spot will be next on my list. You got any Fruit Loops or Cocoa Puffs?” Sans chuckled at his joke, a joke forced into the conversation so he could avoid hearing about the oncoming family troubles. Guy raised a brow in confusion, and Sans would’ve gone through a whole demonstration explaining what he meant, but that would ruin it. Plus, maybe it was best he didn’t realize he was joking about robbing him.

“I’ve never heard of Fruit Loops, but I have plenty of Nice Cream that I’m willing to share.” That friendly smile returned on his furry blue face like all was just so peachy in the world.

Sans scoffed. Fuck this guy…

are their any plans to show off other projects like the salt circle then just fawn related things?

Sorry I’m answering this super late. Tumblr is a bit wonky with the notifications after I turned off the follower alerts (I have been getting back to back bots flooding my notifications that it just became tiresome to block them all).

Will I expand to other projects? I have been thinking about it. It would be a lot of fun to draw the comparisons between the different Sans, Papyri, and Frisks/Charas. I’d also love to showcase the island and the odd infrastructure found within. I’m currently in a mood for experimentation, and I plan to release a blog post soon that will explore the different cultural aesthetics I wish to visually represent in my Undertale stories.

So! Will I expand? As of right now, I don’t know. I need to prove to myself that I can get this project done. If I reach that goal I’d be more than willing to move onto sketches and renditions for The Salt Circle. It would even be fun to recreate a chapter or two in comic form.

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Will Chara play a more crucial role in Frisk's survival than just the seemingly split personality that took charge when Frisk felt overwhelmed by the assaults she was receiving?

You know, I’m not sure what to do with Chara. On one hand, I found the split personality had contributed to a lot of major plot points, mainly related to Toriel, but I also feel like Chara could do more. I have been debating on whether or not to change her backstory (again, I guess that would rely on the AU). Should she be removed altogether?

Maybe Chara was a victim of CSA and it contributed to her death, so as a result she returned as a spirit guide for Frisk? Maybe she isn’t dead at all, (nor is Asriel) and instead she’s a princess locked away in a tower because Asgore doesn’t want to kill her for her soul and he doesn’t want the rest of monsterkind to attempt it? But then we must ask the question of how the monsters were trapped in the first place, and why Toriel ran away (though, she was being abused by Asgore in Lugubriousity, but I doubt she is the type of mother who would leave that situation if she was unable to take her children with her)? Perhaps Chara (and Asriel) do live with Toriel and Asgore simply believes his family is dead?

I definitely want to do more with Chara, I simply need to figure out how to iron out the details. I’d love some suggestions if you have any. They honestly help tremendously.