★Acacia's Writing Corner★
- Relationships: The Artificer & Five Pebbles, Five Pebbles & Looks to the Moon
- Characters: Five Pebbles, The Artificer, Looks to the Moon
- Additional Tags: Brother-Sister Relationship, Slugcat Five Pebbles, Slugcat Culture, Ascension, Suicidal Thoughts, Species Dysphoria, Friendship, Family, Eventual Happy Ending
Summary:
Five Pebbles is consumed by his own Rot, and dies. Or, that's what he assumed would happen, but instead he wakes again, bound to the cycle, trapped in a body that is not his own, and perhaps this is his solution: a mobile body, capable of bringing him down to the Void Sea, where he can finally, finally, find his peace.
But his so-called sister has never been able to just let him rest.
(Pebbles, Moon, and the Artificer: a story about surviving, old mistakes, and the families built in the strangest of places.)
Author's Notes: So the thing about Rain World is that I'm a sucker for sibling relationships and oh my god does Rain World have The sibling relationship ever. This fic basically possessed me and I was unable to know peace until I'd finished writing it, and like, yeah. Yeah. What else is there to say? I love exploring messy dynamics between people who care about each other and hurt each other despite that, I love silly little scugs, and I love hitting characters with the species dysphoria beam. Plus, I had a blast coming up with the slugcat culture presented in this fic, and I got to explore my favorite Artificer Downpour ending...
This fic is ALSO part of a series, and like, I do recomend you read the entire series in order. But I had to link to the main fic specifically because the title is like, my favorite of all time. I really was sitting there grinning so widly to myself as I picked out the specific song lyric that would title my masterpiece.
- Relationships: Chara & Frisk
- Characters: Chara, Frisk, Flowey
- Additional Tags: Post-Undertale Pacifist Route, Sharing a Body, Autistic Frisk, Hard of Hearing Frisk, Music, Roadtrips
Summary:
“Well, as you might know,” Momma says, “it has been about a year since monsters have returned to the surface. And with it so soon being a year since our freedom, a…celebration, of sorts, has been proposed. There is so much Surface that so many monsters have never seen. And now that we are no longer contained, we have thought that perhaps the best way to celebrate this would be for monsterkind to leave the mountain, for a while. See everything that has been kept from us for so long.”
Chara goes tense-kinda in their mind. But Frisk only sort of notices ‘cause they’re putting Momma’s words together, and jumping up to their feet, and shrieking, ‘cause they got practice from all the singing, “ROAD TRIP??”
Momma laughs. “Yes, Frisk. Sort of like a very big road trip.”
(Frisk, Chara, and Flowey go on a road trip across the country, and Frisk is determined to ensure Chara enjoys the trip, no matter how distant their brainfriend might be.)
Author's Notes: I actually don't even know what to say about this fic other than the fact that I love it, it brings me so much joy, and I love this kid so much.
I don't usually write canonverse Undertale all that much--one, usually if I write Chara and Frisk it's in my Deltarune fics, and two, the way I write Chara is very much based on my headmate, who, uh, let's jsut say xir life does not match the one presented in the game--but MAN do I always love it when I do. Frisk is just such a delightful person and they're my nibling, you know? I have to do them justice!!!
Besides, I have such a soft spot for post-canon Frisk and Chara sharing a body. Way back when Undertale first came out, those were the fics I sought out the most, and it makes me so happy to still see them around and to still be writing them almost ten years later (which, wild, btw, that Undertale turns ten this year. Just like Frisk!)
Always a delight to return to this one. It fills me with all the fuzzy parental feelings that are usually just bleedover from Chara, I got to share my Frisk and Chara playlist, AND it's a roadtrip story? It's like I'm the exact target audience for it!
- Relationships: Clover & Martlet, Clover & The Other Fallen Humans
- Characters: Clover, Martlet, Orange Soul Human (Outlaw), Purple Soul Human (Perseverance), Blue Soul Human (Indigo), Light Blue Soul Human (Snowflake), Green Soul Human (Thyme)
- Additional Tags: Flawed Pacifist Route, Past Character Death, Sharing a Body, Multiplicity/Plurality, Memory Loss, Friendship
Summary:
Clover wakes up at the barrier with an empty gun, glass shattered all around them, and a heavy pounding in their head.
Move, says a voice so close to their own, you can’t let them catch you lying down.
They were, they think, supposed to die here: penance for what they did to Ceroba, for long-distant human ancestors who created the barrier, for something. Supposed to be killed by the King, but now the King is gone, and the human souls are gone, and Clover is, somehow, alive, with no idea what happened between entering the throne room with Martlet and waking up in some aftermath that couldn't be theirs. They have Martlet to go back to, sure, but...all they've ever done is ruin her life. Why hasn't she left them behind?
And there's these voices they keep hearing in their head...
Author's Notes: PATCHWORKED MY BELOVED...
I come back to this one a lot, actually--I often joke that of everything I've written, Patchworked is the story I'd want to write a sequel to most, and it is the story that absolutly under no circumstances needs a followup. I don't think everyone will agree with me, but like...it's a character study, and I said all I wanted to say. For me, this fic was an exploration of plurality, both my own experiences with it to a degree, but also just, in general. And of course it's about grief do you even need to ask. The flawned pacifist ending of Undertale Yellow is my favorite one. Sometimes you kill someone and have to live with the aftermath.
Also, I adore all my fallen human OCs. I would do anything for them all. Please more people read this I need to talk about my fallen human OCs--
- Relationships: Kris & Kris's Red Soul (Synth)
- Characters: Kris, Kris's Red Soul (Synth)
- Additional Tags: Sharing a Body, Friendship, Crushes, Aromantic Character, Loveless Aromantic
Summary:
The voice in their head says, with all the confidence of a straw wrapper being slowly torn to shreds, I have a crush on Noelle.
Kris yells, internally, WHAT????
I have a crush on— the voice trips over itself and into Kris’s throat, coming out externally as, “you weren’t supposed to hear that. You weren’t supposed to hear that. How did you hear that?”
Uh, because we share a brain? Kris flails. Pretends to flail. Kinda hard to flail in a headspace they can only see like, a quarter of the time. Dude!! What!! The fuck!!! Are you trying to psych me out or something? That’s my SISTER!!!
“Yeah, well, she isn't mine!”
(Kris's headmate/soul/mostly appreciated brainfriend feels all those mushy things Kris has never been able to comprehend.)
Author's Notes: So, loveless aromanticism: let's talk about it!
But yeah, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings on being a loveless aro. It's something I've always sort of known about myself--I've never understood love, never felt it was a real thing people actually experienced--and it's...something I do still struggle with, to some degree. Not that I'm sad about it, more that...the world isn't always set up to support people like me. And my GOD, does love like to crop up in every god damned story out there. Makes me bitter, I guess. When it's only ever the villian who can't love.
And I've always felt that Kris would be a loveless aro, too. Is some of this projection? I don't know, maybe. I just think it fits with all the other themes that tend to spiral around them--the sense that they don't belong, that they are something Other, that they will never, ever be a monster, and so they will never, ever be good. And of course this fic also features Synth, the red soul OC of my friend Stars! Everyone say thank you Stars Synth is so amazing and we love it so so so much.
- Relationships: Asriel & Dess, Asriel & Chara, Asriel & Everyone
- Characters: Asriel, Dess, Chara, Frisk, Kris, Noelle
- Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Epistolary, Queerplatonic Relationships, Love Love, Past Character Death/Disapperance, Post-Canon
Summary:
Dear Dess,
Oh, that’s weird! I don’t like it, there’s a reason I’ve never done this before, I—I mean, I’m writing you this letter, but…but I don’t even know where you are. There’s no way you’re ever going to get this, is there? Just…words. On paper. And Dess—
This is stupid. You aren’t dead! I can’t mourn someone who is still alive! Why am I…?
Damn it, Dess. Why did you run away?
Love, Asriel.
(Four and a half years of unsent letters: to Dess, from Asriel.)
Author's Notes: An exploration of grief, starring everyone's favorite goat, Asriel Dreemurr!
I write a lot about grief, I think. I notice it pop up a lot in my works, I think because a very long timed ago I found myself...burnt out, I guess is the word, on stories where everything is okay at the end. I can understand why they can be comforting to some, but for me...I don't know. I guess I'm just not looking for a happy ending, but for an ending that feels tangible in some sort of physical way. In my own life most things just...end, or change, and you don't ever get them back. People leave. Events don't work out how you planned for them to. And through it all you just keep living, in the never-good-enough, trying to find some space where you feel safe enough to rest.
I think partly this is why I love to write Dess so much, and why my Dess, specfically, will always choose to leave: it is the hole that is left in your life, that you will never get an answer to. Things just end. You might never really get over it. But you will keep growing around it.
I don't know. It's like I've said a thousand times before: I express myself best through my fiction.
- Relationships: Rachel/Tobias, Ax & Tobias, Tobias & Original Yeerk Character (Neffit)
- Characters: Tobias, Rachel, Ax, Original Yeerk Character (Neffit)
- Additional Tags: Grief/Mourning, Post-War, Past Character Death, Accidental Baby Acqusition, Yeerks, Otherkin
Summary:
A very long time ago, when there was no after the war because such a thing seemed to us like an impossibility that would never come to pass, Rachel told me when I die, I want to go out as a grizzly.
But she didn't, and instead she left me alone, to try and figure out where I fit into everything: into a world where everybody else went home, but I never did.
Why didn't I just go home?
(Or: after Rachel's death, Tobias meets a Yeerk nothlit, and doesn't know where to go from there.)
Author's Notes: Okay so as a hawk therian I am legally required to have a lot of feelings on Tobias Animorphs.
Out of everything I've ever written, this one probably represents my own experiences with being a therian the most. It is so deeply personal to me and for that reason I am so, so proud of it...I've said in a blog post before that I struggle to articulte my experiences through mediums like blogging, and so I put it all into fiction--and I very much did that here! A love letter to myself, but also to Animorphs, a series I absolutely adore, and to all the different ways people can experience alterhumanity--all of our main characters experience their lives as other-than your typical human experience, and while Tobias's is of course the most obvious, I put a lot of love into how I wrote both Rachel and Neffit (my Yeerk OC that I did of course get incredibly emotionally attached to.)
If there is any work in which I am handing you my heart, it is this one.
- Relationships: Asriel & Kris & Dess & Noelle, Noelle & Kris, Asriel & Kris, Asriel & Dess, Dess & Kris, Kris & Susie, Kris & Ralsei, Asriel & Noelle, Ralsei & Noelle, Ralsei & Susie
- Characters: Kris, Noelle, Asriel, Dess, Susie, Ralsei, Toriel
- Additional Tags: Childhood Friends, Growing Up, Identity Issues, Otherkin, Dysfunctional Family, Complicated Relationships, Species Dysphoria, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Self-Hatred, Trans Female Character, Aromantic Character, Eventual Happy Ending
Summary:
Before the Dark Worlds, before Susie, before Ralsei, Kris's world was this: them, Noelle, Asriel, and Dess.
But of course Dess disappeared. But of course Asriel left. But of course Kris was left alone.
A look on these four kids--their adventures, their fights, and the paths their stories took.
Author's Notes: This is the Kris otherkin fic, and the mediorce sister Dess fic. This is the fic upon which my versions of Kris and Dess really, truly came to life. I did not write it knowing it would become such a foundation in my Kris and Dess characterizations--the first work in the series was just written because I wanted to explore what the friendship between the two sets of siblings might look like. And Then. And then it spiraled so wildly until we got the biggest work in the series i know i'm not well (but i'm alright). Kris and Dess both are in my top three Deltarune characters of all time list! Ralsei, who takes that third slot, also gets one of my favorite Ralsei-centric works I've written, Homegrown Hearts, which is what really started me on always vowing to get Ralsei out of the Dark Worlds! It's truly a landmark piece in the Acaciapines Deltarune Fics Cinematic Universe.
This is also a work in which the main character is explicitly, unavoidably, otherkin--Kris is a coyote! I'd never read any stories in which the main character was otherkin before this, and to this day I can count on one hand how many I have, and I have been looking. But otherkinity--theriantropy, my nonhumanness--is something very important to me, and very important to other people, as well! I wanted to tell those stories. Of all my fics I think the response I've gotten to this one makes me the happiest. I'm so, so proud when people tell me it made them feel seen, realize something about themselves. It's all I've ever wanted as an author.
In addition to that, this is also the fic where you can really trace the themes and ideas I've been talking about ever since. So much of what I write is about nonhumanity, and about love. Living in a body never made for you, that you will never get to change. Love and its meaninglessness, as a loveless aromantic. A lot of the time I write because it is the only way I can express these things--and I'm not done writing about these ideas, not yet. It's very humbling, to come back to this beginning, and see all the lines I've just kept following. Makes me excited to see where I go next.
- Relationships: Kris & Ralsei, Ralsei & Susie
- Characters: Ralsei, Susie, Kris
- Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Trans Female Character, Gender Identity, Fate & Destiny, Friendship
Summary:
“So humans have these things called soulmarks,” Kris says.
“…soulmarks?” Ralsei asks.
Kris nods. “Soulmarks. The ‘first words your soulmate says to you,’ or something really fucking stupid like that, burned on your arm since birth. Monsters are normal. They don’t have that. They just—love people. But humans are so fucked they need a brand to tell them who to love.”
Ralsei frowns. “I’m—confused. Isn’t that…a good thing? Soulmates, I mean. To just—know who you’re going to love.” Ralsei’s known since before he can remember that he was going to meet the Heroes, that he was going to love them. And it was true! He wouldn’t give up Kris and Susie for anything. He’s not sure he’d be here, if he never had that fact to hold onto.
But Kris is glaring at him, and he cannot speak those final words aloud.
(or: Ralsei discovers a soulmate, a gender, and maybe, just maybe, a happy ending.)
Author's Notes: This fic is actually a part of a series of mine, focusing on the dynamic between Kris, Ralsei, and the player/the prophecy, but of all the fics in that series, this is the one that I adore the most. Fun fact about me, I, uh, have a deep and seething hatred for soulmate AUs (mostly joking. But being aroace--), but at the same time I find myself drawn to the sort of fucked-up worlds that you can create if you take the premise of a soulmate AU and push it to its logical conclusion. Said logical conclusion happens to have a lot of similarities with the role I see the player and the prophecy playing in Deltarune, and with the two 'sides' Kris and Ralsei take in that particular debate. Thus, my very own soulmate AU!
This fic is also very special to me because it's the fic where I really started to nail down my characterization of my version of Ralsei. And y'all: she's simply trans. I know I'm so right about this. Transing her gender would, in fact, save Ralsei. Little fun fact about my fics, but any fic you read past this? Ralsei is always, always a trans girl, even if she herself isn't aware of it yet--that is always influcing the way I write her. My Kris is also always nonhuman, though the particular flavor of nonhumanity changes with their circumstances. But there is no circumstance where Ralsei isn't trans. Just worlds where she's never given the space to figure it out.
- Relationships: Asriel & Kris, Noelle & Kris, Kris & Susie, Kris & Ralsei
- Characters: Kris, Asriel, Noelle, Susie, Ralsei
- Additional Tags: Identity Issues, Growing Up, Species Dysphoria, Multimedia
Summary: * It’s your drawing up on the fridge.
* It’s of your family: Mom, Dad, Asriel, and you.
* A family of four smiling goat-monsters.
(or: Kris grows up, a human raised by monsters, and it turns out that does a lot to a kid's sense of self.)
Author's Notes: One of my first deltarune fics! Back when chapter 2 first released in 2021, I, uh, sort of dropped everything I was doing in life to spend about a year nonstop writing Deltarune fanfiction, as one does. And while my intepretations of my versions of these characters has changed a lot since I posted you're something special, there's a place in my heart for this early exploration into what Kris's own expression of their species idenity might look like. Kris is the Most nonhuman character out there, you guys. There's a reason so many of these fics feature them!
- Relationships: Hawkfrost & Leafpool, Hawkfrost & Mothwing, Leafpool/Mothwing
- Characters: Hawkfrost, Leafpool, Mothwing
- Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, The New Prophecy AU, Religion, Non-Clan Cats, Medicine Cats
Summary: Hawk learns about seers, who speak to the stars in exchange for losing everyone they love, and so he watches his sister pounce after guppies and makes his choice.
That night he leaves Moth to sleep and he creeps outside, where he finds the hawk’s feather he snagged drifting in the river. He doesn’t know what omen means but he knows sign, a direction to go, and he thinks this works. He also knows where the Seer den is, and Spottedleaf is asleep, and so he takes his feather and he nudges it in front of her den and before he goes he looks up at Tadpole’s little star.
A firefly flits past his nose, and glows, once-twice. I love you.
Author's Notes: Ah, it doesn't pay to be a good son...if you weren't already aware, the title of this fic is from a song from the Percy Jackson musical, which was turned into probably one of the best warrior cat animatics of all time There's a reason I chose this particular lyric as a title, and it's because I've always been fasinated by the way religion is portrayed in Warrior Cats--the violence of Starclan, that the books themself so rarely grapple with, because I don't think the authors see it as violent at all. And this is something really fun to explore through a character like Hawkfrost, who truly is nothing at all in canon itself, but could be someone so fasinating--a loner-born son of Tigerstar, brought to Riverclan, left behind by his mother, after already losing one of his littermates. As I write him he's very much just a guy who exists in my head, but I really enjoy writing this guy.
I'm not entirely sure I can fully vocalize why this particular Warriors fic is the one that has stuck with me the most. But it has.
list of all my favorite Things i've got online somewhere. up at the top we get an explanation of that. like a sentence at least lol
fics i will put here: holiday-dreemurr series, leafpool fic, alterhuman, dear dess love azzy. im sure i have more i like lol i'll dig through my archive.