Shivers On The Brain So Old Headcanons Time! ( Most Were Before Sp.lat 3s Release But Shhh )

Shiver’s on the brain so old headcanons time! ( most were before sp.lat 3′s release but shhh )

― they/them, trans ( male to nonbinary, specifically somewhere in the genderfluid territory ) . Hatching place is the splatlands as most of their clan has been for most of both their specific family’s bloodline & many other octolings involved.

― met Bigman prior to Frye, who they encountered the latter of when she heard their at the time very work-in-process music ( a lot of vocalization that was mixed by Bigman, generally Shiver experimenting with the sound they were raised on and seeing where they could take it ) and absolutely loved the sound. With Frye’s never-ending passion, Bigman’s technical skills, and all of them collectively always bringing new sounds and patterns to the table created the trio you see today <3

― Shiver is regarded as a very intense & incredibly stubborn individual. Once they’ve made up their mind firmly on something they genuinely believe it’s incredibly difficult to just shove them out of it. It’s due to them just being a very dedicated, hardworking, self restrained & honest to a fault individual which can make them very difficult to work with. they will stick to who they are rather than who others want them to be to any end, and while by no means do they consider themselves above criticism or fault, they take themselves and their work very seriously and behave as such.

― notoriously difficult to get in direct contact with, especially in the public space. Bigman tends to be the easiest and therefore often used as a gateway of sorts to get in contact with Shiver. This is in part because of how focused they can get with their work & because they’re very reluctant to collab with most. The latter of which is because of A) not wanting to put their name on something they don’t truly believe in or like, and B) Shiver has a Thing about ‘riding other peoples coattails’. They’re an extremely hardworking person who takes a lot of pride in their music and really anything they put their effort & time into and wants what recognition given to be earned by their work, not gleaned simply from riding on the backs of other people. which can lead to them being somewhat controlling regarding whom they engage with and the lack of availability getting in touch with them as a kind of ‘show me how much you want it’ gesture on their behalf, making the other work for it. They’re extremely defensive of their craft, and while by no means dismissive to actual criticism ( they know they’re not perfect & others may see things they can’t ) they refuse to tolerate disrespect or people wasting their time.

― Regarding the above, Shiver understands they can’t just control the group because they themselves don’t want to do something, and when it comes to Deep Cut or just things Bigman or Frye want to do on their own they’re completely fine with obliging to things they themselves wouldn’t, since as a group they can’t control it or their friends and they don’t want to! its their individuality that makes them who they are, and Shiver is willing to compromise when it matters so long as they are respected the same in turn.

― in world they probably have simps and they LOVE bullying them. Yes they do the male Octoling voice thing to fuck with them. yes they think its funny <3 its just a bonus if they fluster a friend or guest in the process.

―  the clan of Eels, clan of Rays, and clan of Sharks ( Frye, Bigman and Shiver’s clans respectively ) have been in communication & camaraderie for long before Shiver or their parents were ever hatched. They like to think they’re following old traditions with Deep Cut but in a new light.

― Shiver’s clan history of Shark wrangling, care & wrangling persists to this day! before they made music or even met Bigman they were raised into such traditions and excelled with the handling and bond between Cephalopod & shark. This has resulted in them being MUCH tougher & better built than you’d probably expect, having extremely fast reflexes, and being very familiar with the care of Elasmobranchii ( the sub-class of sharks, skates & rays, the last of which makes them almost like a doctor when it comes to telling when something is wrong with Bigman, though their specialty does lie with sharks still ) as well as just. very good at patching themselves up BJKGNRJTK such is life when you live alongside & within a shiver ( hah ) of sharks.

― the sharks of the clan were there before the first people of the clan in the seaweed forest & the decision was made to live alongside them as allies. Sharks have become somewhat sacred ( or were particularly in the past ) as a result and the bond between them and the clan is considered to be very important! they’ve grown alongside one another through the generations and worked alongside each-other in the unique ways they do through it all. Sharks in the past & their group have been known for allying with the sharks in battle like steads, especially with individual Octolings having a deep bond with specific sharks. Shiver is also surprisingly good at hiding and general stealth from growing up in the aforementioned forest.

― a big part of their strain put on self-restraint & respect is probably ( definitely ) from growing up with and handling sharks, where both are very important! this is also part of why they value power as well as strategy, group dynamics, and generally come across as so intense and stubborn since you’ve gotta hold your own alongside THE predators of the sea, though that’s definitely not to say that’s all they value, it’s just things that stand out to them and ideals they were raised with. a big part of Shiver is respecting tradition while expanding & breaking from it, after all!

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .    ‘ my ’ muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .  gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse . ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .   ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→    𝐈𝐕 .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

if she thought about it too hard, too long, she was sure she'd start crying again.

she'd been doing that a lot lately, with too big feelings in a too small body, it'd been something inherent to her long before Gaster's disappearance.

though, Alphys often thought of it in herself like a childish quirk, the equivalent perhaps of a toddler throwing a tantrum ━ however untrue that is, however harsh it might be to her capability ━ when those feelings became too much to contain so easily, rippling out as though intent to fill the cracks and grooves of her scales and the place she'd made home, smooth it out until there was nothing but that heart in her hands.

however, Gaster's return and simultaneous remembrance felt like one of the few instances where it was justified. almost expected.

they'd been calling it his disappearance ; the sentiment present but still the wrong word, she knew, because it implied someone knew it was missing. she wished she did. she wished she did. it wouldn't have mattered what it took, she'd have tried it. maybe that's why its for the better that she hadn't, rather than her being the only one mindfully aware. ━━━ it would've drove her insane more than it wouldn't. the guilt of not knowing doesn't die so easily, though, and neither does the longing to have helped them sooner.

many years of missing them built up into one sudden recollection. she could, and has, likened it to being stabbed.

maybe that's why she tries to avoid the consideration as her claws fiddle with ceramics ━ something she often does not bother with, when the bare-minimum is good enough ━ because it would be too easy to invoke again. maybe thats why the offer was so simple, just getting coffee with him, instead of lingering in the old memories the labs would bring her.

still; this, somehow, still feels indefinitely, undefineably familiar. she is trying not to think about it.

“i- y-yeah! i am too-! i mean- being w-wrong is never a good feeling, but it's.. pretty nice i-i'd think, h-here! with how ━ uh ━ e-everything turned out-!“

her neck twitches ━ a quirk of hers she's had forever, the snap of the jaw jutting forwards in uncontrolled muscle movement ━ as she sets out the cups. the room is cleaner than Alphys almost ever is or was; imperfect, perhaps haphazard, but better. if Gaster was to look closely, it'd notice the heads of wires peeking just barely out of drawers, edges of paper leveraging ever-so-slightly between shelves just into view ━━ one of the cabinets hangs awkwardly on its hinge, broken once, a clean then jagged scar of a slice through the almost-center of the wood, repaired with thick ductape. you could see the indents where her claws began carving at the top layer of the wood or shredding at the tape, depending on which was unfortunate enough to be in her way.

her hands twitch when the coffee-maker plays an off-tune jingle, and she reaches over. only heating water, with an array of teas lined crookedly on the countertop, and an unopened bag of ground coffee which looked expensive.

she couldn't remember which he liked best out of all of them. she'd spent days researching the best coffee she could get her hands on before offering, just in case.

”h-how have you been ━ um ━ b-b-both in general a-and adjusting wise-? w-w-well, i don't know if there's a ━ a lot to adjust to, p-persay? b-b-but━“ she trails off, aimless, unable to resolve the sentence the way she wants to.

"oh-! s-sorry, i should've asked before━ what w-would you prefer-?"

@quillheel asked ; ❛ i never thought i’d see you again . ❜ / to gaster, from alphys !

A wide smile rests on his skull, clearly overjoyed to see her once more. He's been overjoyed to see everyone once again, but Alphys is someone he was looking forwards to seeing most. Much has happened since their last real meeting, and he's more than aware of that fact. He can only hope that doesn't prevent them from resuming the friendship they once had.

"In all honesty, I was of the same mind.. until recently, that is. I am glad to be wrong."

character development anon! what are anatoly's three favorite types of flowers?

Anatoly has never really been a flower guy, believe it or not!

Anatoly focuses himself on herbs & edible plants as a whole, which by all means encompasses flowers, but the focus is the food of it, not the flower itself. He sees the rose for the tea, not its petals, in a sense. Though, he’s not completely ignorant to the aesthetic beauty of flowers, he simply prefers other kinds, such as the golden fields of wheat, the bright red shine of lingonberries, or the sturdy cultivation of thick stems from sugar beets all lined in fields.

If he did have to pick, however, he’d probably pick the carpathian snowbell, erysimum hungaricum, and the bird's-eye primrose. He is very fond of buttercups, angel’s trumpets, dandelions and as well bluebells however.

H   :   HEART. › annnnd for sayori!

Valentine Alphabet! // Always Accepting! (even if its not valentines day anymore)

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

Any surprise if I said both? ━ Sayori's definitely the type of character you'd expect to be very quick at giving her heart away, honestly. She falls into all the ❛ goofy, hopelessly romantic, 'bound to get her heart broken' ❜ cliche typing, and that is almost true, but its still only half of it.

Sayori is definitely someone who half-believes in love at first sight, or rather is just particularly prone to infatuation ( and especially vulnerable to the slip-up of mistaking adrenaline for love which in spite of she's never quite gotten the memo to stop going on dates to things like horror movies or haunted houses. an unfortunate interest to have paired with the aforementioned reoccurring problem ) but its somewhat surface-deep, and if nothing else she's at least distantly aware of that more often than not so while she may be heart-eyed, a little too eager, and clumsier than ever ( she, unintentionally, really plays into the trope of a lovesick girl ) she understands its inevitable when the infatuation dovetails into care, sure, but not love. which actually leads her to having much more dating experience than you'd expect with how many people she can fall for and how many she's still friends with.

Though, when it comes to the genuine, vulnerable, fleshy love that comes with long-term relationships, it's like night and day. she often will refuse to truly give her heart away like that when the relationship deepens and will often try to revert to a lighthearted puppy-love or the status quo in efforts to avoid such confrontations of that. To put it in some kind of direct perspective, this was what she was doing when in reference to her crush on the MC. She was reverting to the status quo despite harboring those deeper-than-surface-level feelings for a damn long time and their status quo in a relationship was simple childhood friends. So, while it was at least somewhat painful, it was still how Sayori would innately cope with genuine love ━ or the potential of a deeper romantic relationship ━ while being afraid of it for a lot of different overlapping reasons, including how she sees herself, her mental health, and so on.

She's also very aware that she can't ask someone she loves to take the responsibility of 'fixing' her or tolerate her issues when it's on her to work on as a person since its her mental illness and no fairytale romance can or will change that, which adds to everything. she understands even if its so inherent to her it goes without saying that relationships are built upon individuals and the two together, and as such each individual has to take responsibility, and she doesn't want to be someone elses responsibility : she wants to be someone they love, and someone the other person works with to build up a functioning dynamic with without needing to repair her as well.

it's not just about seeing herself as a burden even if she does undersell her importance to those around her, it's about being okay enough to be loved in a way that lasts, and letting herself be okay with being loved like that. Accepting it. It scares her, and she worries about it, so she reverts to the same lighter tricks, but with enough time and the right person or people, she'll be the one to come closer. ━ Sayori's got a big heart, you just have to trust her when waiting for her to give it to you.

[ umber ] For any deltarune or undertale muse. I can't read your roster on my phone for some reason

[ umber ] for a repressed memory.

Once, Frisk snapped. ━ they snapped like a bungee cord during storage, not during the fall ; less like someone slashed it like people slash tires and more like how a vase only realizes its broken once it hits the ground, and they were. 

It was Gyftmas Eve, and they were throwing a party at the capital. It was the 2nd year they were staying with Asgore after saying they wouldn’t be leaving, that the decision could be put off for a time. ( “ delay the execution, won’t you? for right this moment, it doesn’t have to happen. not here. not now. ” ) Asgore had relented to the groups begging to do so, after a while, and everything had been set up. streamers & lights hanging from the walls, gifts laid out on a table, even snow had been exported from Snowdin to make it feel more festive. 

They remember having fun, talking to people and friends as they helped hand out gifts, drinks & food on a platter. They don’t remember the conversation changing to Chara & Asriel. They don’t remember the way it twisted their guts like a punch in the stomach with a specific kind of upset bitter anger. They don’t remember it leading them to fumble on their own feet ( or were they tripped? ) hard enough that they dropped a platter of drinks, it crashing to the floor and them crashing with it shortly after. 

They don’t remember how a large piece of glass gouged their hand so badly they were half certain they couldn’t move their fingers. They don’t remember the upset whirlwind building, a spiral within a spiral turning a strong wind into a hurricane in 2 minutes flat. They don’t remember frantically excusing themselves with a wide-eyed buzzing flickery gaze that jumped from person to person, a crooked smile on their face, tears already beginning to rush to their eyes even if they didn’t notice it yet. They don’t remember the commotion, the clamor to help & find out what happened, or themselves rushing to the bathroom and locking themselves inside. 

They don’t remember spiraling inside that bathroom. They don’t remember Asgore, or Sans, or Papyrus, or Alphys, or Undyne, or anyone calling out to them, frantic and worried. They don’t remember the way they screamed, overwhelmed, to stop. They don’t remember they rambled about things they shouldn’t know, that they couldn’t tell them, drowning in a pin-trigger of a season’s death they were never a part of but always compared to. They don’t remember dissolving into sobs, refusing to unlock the door, their friends desperation rising. 

They don’t remember Asgore breaking down the door. cracking it as wood splintered, terrified in that one, split moment, and how they suddenly couldn’t tell his kindness from his violence, and how they became the terrified stray dog more than they were the kindly human, too much teeth in a mouth too small and eyes too wide to see anything but their own death. They don’t remember how-

...They only remember waking up again, in that golden flower patch, with a migraine, and those 2 years gone in one night. They don’t remember resetting, or the means they went to achieve it, but they remember waking up alone, --- with nothing but dread in the pit of their stomach, and a cold, cold feeling. You called, but no one came.