I wish more people made Yellow content for classic AUs like Underfell, Underswap and Storyshift

For all that Axetale was I have to praise for actually giving a shit about the Hotland characters and expanding upon their personalities. Bratty even calls her army her "pets" because her ravaged brain remembers that's what Catty always wanted to have. "The Eye" is actively shown and implied in fanworks to be the same coward he always has been deep down(one of the Axetale Drabbles, don't remember which). The only qualm I have is that no one has even bothered to write about "Catty" and yet I can't say that without being hypocritical because I don't have any ideas either. Perhaps caring for her "pets" in some clearly out of control way, but that's a scene, not a story.

>>76 There was this one UFY take I saw an anon post once that I think would be really cool to see Also someone is already trying to make their own alternate take at DRY1

>>76 >>79 also yellow is still too new, and niche compared to the fandom at large maybe someday someone will make a full UFY or swap take that might entice other people to work on more stuff, right now its just some snippets. or maybe if DRY ever gets finished and I also wanna see more fellroba art

>>76 I have little to contribute so here's a crumb of Fellroba for you, anon. I think with the size and palette limitations she looks better with brunette hair resembling vanilla Roba but I did versions with her more popular hair color for measure

>>76 >>79 No idea if you're still around, anon, but I've been working on a fic based on the screencap I wrote in >>79 for a while and got far enough along that I feel comfortable posting some of it. It starts shortly after the Integrity incident, I only have two chapters so far which deal with setup for the characters and setting, but I plan on the fic covering major events and status quo changes from that point to an endpoint months before Clover's fall. If I knew how to draw I'd try to make stuff to accompany it, but I can only write at the moment. https://pastebin.com/77RDsYTf

>>486 Not him, but I remember seeing this in the /vrpg/ thread and I liked it. I hadn't seen that screencap before, so going into it blind I think you did an excellent job drip-feeding the scenario. Very good use of "show, don't tell" and allowing readers to infer and deduce based on context clues. Can't think of anything to improve upon since I'm a dumb speedreader and thought it was fine as-is

> I like...got them new collars! The poor collages of electric wiring, discarded rotting paint and metal plates seemed as suffocating at they did tetanus-inducing. The groundhog gulped at Jerm in silent pleading, about as effective as all the other pleading he's been privy to the majority of his life. He took note of the adam's apple, thin and more like a shaved avocado seed, for reference. It was, if not pleasurable, relieving to have his artistic eye overtake his underfed stomach. > *That's good, Miss Catty.* > *Just make sure to make them looser next time.* > I tried! > They keep like, biting them off! > ...Why'd you call me miss? > *Respect. You're t'leader of this group.* > Jerm, I was with you as a baby! > I'm basically like your second... > Sorry. > *Yeah.* > She'll be back. I know she will. > If I can remember her. That's all I have to do. She scratched at the denim patches on her dress, a scant sign of blue next to the leather padding and fading tie dye that marked the band of the Tailor—what she was called when one couldn't risk saying "Lizard" and were too kind to call her the somehow less affectionate nickname, "The Tattered." > *I'll be off soon.* > Okay... ...The Tailor turned away and started whistling through her tongue, a habit her mind treats as a close approximate to feline hissing. The diamond monster near here(the shape, not the gem) grabbed at its own edges, dulled from overuse in the hunt, hoping that the pain would mute the sound, hoping she wouldn't- > Why did you fail me? > I don't, I just don't... > Why couldn't you find her?! > Do you know how long she's been gone? > I don't. > Don't you think her children want their mother? > I do! Of course- He lost the throat to respond. Not out of any hunger from his boss' part(even by the low standards of this new world, the inorganic monsters were always quite unappetizing) but simply for being caught at the wrong time. > ...They'll find her. > And I'll remember her. > *Sure.*

>I'll, like, just take a good nap. Catty dabbed at her cracked nose. Even for her less-than-dignified lifestyle, Mettaton's style of partying was a lot to get used to and if anything it's gotten worse as the weeks go by. She hoped to sniffle longer, thicker, until she couldn't smell that familiar chicken bouillon that talked down to her from above. It took about two minutes to take effect. Lust would be wonderful. Nausea would be preferable. Angel knows her stomach cannot take much more of the alternative. The tawny yellow, oversized eyes of Alphys' statue blur as her vision gradually loses focus. How long will she, like, live? She never thought about it before. Death never felt real to her until this very moment. She can't think like this. It's bad. She devours those scavenged noodle cups with her nose, before there was a Mettaton to produce a product that had about the same texture but lacked that final last stand in the back of your throat while your friend, like, yaps about whatever, and hopes she won't pass out before she makes it home. [I couldn't find a lot of these in the archives(if me being the author of the King Mettaton AND Axetale greens wasn't obvious enough already) so anyone who remembers the others is free to post them themselves]