Core Frisk - Blog Posts
Cual prefieren??? El 1 o el 2 ???
Which do you prefer??? 1 or 2???
Que es esa cosa? (˘･_･˘)
No way, the noodle disappears again, by the way, I draw and color it however I can¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I didn't know what to draw XD I just thought of this although it's kind of ugly 😔👍
Eu to tão triste com esse desenho, eu desenhei tão ruim mas agora e esperar amanhã
I'm so sad about this drawing, I drew so bad but now and wait tomorrow
Créditos para o criador de sagaverse
Fazer isso realmente deu muito trabalho eu não consegui fazer os dois últimos balões de fala, agora eu vou arrumar o cabelo da core frisk mais não vou postar porque eu estou cansado
Doing this really took a lot of work I couldn't do the last two speech bubbles, now I'm going to fix core frisk's hair but I won't post it because I'm tired
Créditos para o criador de sagaverse
Credits to sagaverse creator
as part of me and @the-selfinsert’s collab, here’s my piece
Red and Grey
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Ah..
For once, Jackpot was almost happy there was little customers. He REALLY needed this. Not to mention the fuss that damn skeleton caused earlier this week- the nerve!
..[breath]..Calm down, star.
Enough dwelling on past failures. That bottle of wine was calling his supreme, after all!
An extended hand pushes off the plush sofa, towards a displayed bottle of velvet fill.
He knew that, unlike his other counterparts, he wasn't exactly the best..hm. Let's say technician. And the price to pay for that- (not his soul, thank star!) was particularly faulty limbs, at the particularly worst times.
So, what does he do in this situation? Why, use caution of course!
Jackpot twists a strained wrist around the top of the cap, then a hand down to the middle. He wasn't exactly fond of having to curl an entire hand around things to grab them properly- but like hell was an Alphys going to see him on their doorstep.
Finally, comes the pull. Please work please work please work-
And there you have it. A full bottle of wine, all for his taking! The casino goers would be weeping, for sure.
He grabs a spare glass on the table left by him because common foresight is quite the ability, admittedly.
in comes sweeet relief. Phew, if Jackpot could describe how content he was- you'd think he wouldn't need the casino!
Ah, but enough of that. 'bottom's up!' as they say.
Down half of it, he tips upward. The sweet- almost sickly flavour of wine remains.
A sigh reverberates off 18 caratige gold, a record player exactly where his tophat lands on, revealing pure gold on his head in form of a crown. Oh, and don't forget the branding.
Some wonder- and little fools ask, "Why wear a crown nobody can see?" As if that question had any standing in the first place. Royalty, people! He was royalty! They would do well to remember that.
To be below royalty is unacceptable, even on others domain. Especially not on his. Status was power, and power was Jackpot. Really, it was quite simple.
...
..It was quiet.
He briefly considered returning to low power- yet the work day was still on, and as such; So was he. A shame, really.
Nevertheless, off-days like this are hard to come by. He should savor it- bask in it. Go over his achievements twice over, maybe even finish this glass of wine!
Ah, what a dream that'd be. To be able to mull over your own grandeur, over himself. Thankfully, reality was quite kind to the powerful. And he certainly fit that criteria. So let him relax, lay back..rest..
"Jackpot."
AHh!- Huh? Who was this- this..child? Wait. If his informants were competent, this should be core. Ah, he'd heard about them. Quite the heroic type, apparently.
"I am Frisk."
Well, he'll decide on their punishments later. For now, a good first impression must be made.
"Ah, hello, dear! My, you startled me. Though, I must ask- why have you come here? I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, ha ha." Good. Just the right amount of politeness, with the hint of urgency. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his break being interrupted.
"It's fine. Why are you trying to enter the Omega timeline?"
Ah.
"Well, you truly are as perceptive as they say. I suppose the other rumours are true then?"
"That doesn't matter. Why?"
My, would it hurt to have a little of an appetiser?
With a concealed sigh, he began. "Well, dear. Business demands. And as much as others-"
Those other mettatons he was shaming still pale in comparison, really.
"-would like to stay content with their riches, I am a man of prospect! Opportunity knocks, and I shall gladly answer. That is my reasoning, darling."
"I see. Greed."
"Correct, dear. And I'm not afraid to admit it. After all, why does anyone do anything? Greed. That voice in your ear, that voice telling you to be more- that you could be more. I listen to that voice. And look where it's gotten me. Success, riches, fame. My business is booming, and the opportunity for more- especially in the largest crossroads of the multiverse, just gladdens me. So yes, dear. It is greed."
"Ambition isn't greed."
"Oh, but they are two sides of the same coin, are they not? The only difference is one's drive. Ambition can create, greed will create."
"I've seen what you've done in the name of greed. Stop."
His smile faltered. Secrets were not kept around this child, then.
"You've done your research, then." Irritation seeps through.
"None needed. I see all. Including your exploits."
Well, that was a tad more than troublesome.
"Dear, if you're here to stop me, im afraid you'll be sorely dissapointed."
The runt child continued like he said nothing.
"You rely on secrets. Back alley dealings, corners of wealth, you control people by controlling word of mouth."
"You won't control me. Do not enter the Omega timeline. Final warning, Mettaton."
The child dissapeared. Jackpot's teeth clenched, and his grip on the wine glass nearly hardened- Mettaton? And then it did. Hundreds of tiny shards lent themselves to his furnishing. He snapped.
Jackpot stood up in a flash, an extended arm swiping the remnants of glass from the table into the red carpet beside it or the wall.
He steps out of the wreck, a foot landing on the less-than-savory carpet beneath his feet, before heading towards his offices double doors.
He widens the entryway, doors flying open as multiple paintings became visible to him. Those didn't matter.
An extended arm grabs his hat, the brim hitting his head.
Now, where the hell were those informants?
Star sanses in skirts + core frisk!
Happy birthday Core!frisk!!!! Also yeah, that’s the goner kid room in waterfall :D
Core!frisk by dokudoki
Why not?
You know, toys + clown outfits. I don’t know if this can be done as a separate AU or Verse-
So, I had old designs a few months ago, so I decided to edit them.
Yes- CORE TOO.
NEW VIDEO ! I'M MAKING MY OWN ANIMATED SERIES !
Chapter 0: The Guardian
Core has been walking in that hollow dimension for quite some time, their sole company being the echo of their footsteps on the immaculate ground of that ever winding space, before they decided to call for a halt. They had no doubts left, this place was dead empty. They had really found a timeline that cannot be accessed from anywhere in the multiverse… Well physically at least.
“I might be the first one to be here.” They thought aloud, a glimpse of excitement in their voice, although received by none but their ears.
Many thoughts seemed to rush through them at once: What use could this place be for? And how could they exploit it for the greater good? They could use it as a safe house for the people bound to die from a Genocide Run… Or a way to contain hazardous threats. So many possibilities this place hosted that they felt like they still had a heart and it was pounding against their chest.
They felt surreal. The way here wasn't easy, that was for sure. But despites all the suffering they endured, Core strangely felt at peace. They held no regrets, no sadness… Only hope.
Smiling at themself, they continued to walk while putting order in the river of thoughts that rushed through them. While still in their pondering, they came across a very odd spectacle.
“Huh?”
Their surprised tone was greeted by a most queer display: Right in front of them stood a range of doors, rising without a wall to hold them, all having the same size, but never the same frame or handle or even color. In addition, they seemed to go on and on without being able to catch the end of the gallery in their sight.
What was the meaning of this? How come such a hidden place would have an arrangement of wooden doors standing neatly on their own?
Their curiosity got the better of them, despite their hyper-awareness of the multiverse, there were places, like this timeline, they still had trouble perceiving. Who knows where those doors could lead to? Maybe another place they couldn't properly see!
Their grey childish form approached one of the doors slowly, raising their arm to its round dark blue handle, it was cold to the touch… As they were about to twist it a stern and hard and massive voice from behind made them jump.
“I would advise caution in handling that.”
Their pale figure turned to face the newcomer. They were so deep in thoughts that they hadn't realized that someone entered this realm!
He didn't look human, but had the same silhouette. He wore a white hood falling into a cloak, streaks of red on its right ends and of blue on its left ones. Under it was a grey shirt and brown jeans separated by a golden belt. Red blue and gold ribbons decorated his black boots.
His face, which was completely shadowy, had no feature but his eyes, which were matching his style: The right one was red and the left one was blue, but both looked penetrating and seemed to look deep into them.
They noticed that some of his clothes were a bit torn, and he had an axe and sword hung on his back, betraying his familiarity with battle.
“Oh! Hello!”
Core greeted him, but he only nodded as an answer. He asked in a deep voice:
“How did you find this place?”
“Oh… It's a bit of a long story…” Core answered quietly, still unsure if that stranger was a friend or a foe.
“I can tell” He calmly said, “Your presence feels quite atypical. I can see you and talk to you, yet it feels like you're not here… Or actually, that you're a part of here… And everywhere… How odd. I assume that's how you found this place.”
Core was slightly taken aback. How could he tell what they were?
“Don’t worry, I mean no harm. I was just curious. In three millennia you're the first person to find this place, besides me of course.” The stranger told them, his voice becoming warmer.
Three millennia!? He was old enough to know this place for three thousand years!? How many more surprises this individual held!?
“Are you perhaps the inhabitant of this world?” Core asked with interest.
“Not really. I merely use it to hide when my presence isn't needed in the multiverse. Although I came from it, I do not own it.”
“Who are you?”
Core asked this last question without thinking, their curiosity grew too impatient, and the words left their mouth before realizing, but they didn't care. They wanted to know who this mysterious monster was living alone in a confined timeline.
“I could give you my name, but I assume from your face that you'll be left very unsatisfied.”
“Mhm” A cheeky grin on their face, Core nodded enthusiastically. They were eager to hear his words.
“I am what you could call...a guardian of order. Not of destruction, nor of creation. But making sure the balance between the two stays in equilibrium."
"So you protect AUs from threats?"
"Yes.... And no.”
Seeing the child’s puzzled expression he thought for a moment before knowing what to say.
"Creation is something that must be ensured in continuity. In short, let's take a single world as an example. New generations must be born, new crops harvested and new cities built to preserve global peace.
“But let's pretend some crops got infected by some disease that can be passed to the people eating them. These crops must be destroyed to preserve the said global peace.
"Unfortunately, such a concept is so complex that often people disagree about when destruction is needed and when it's not. And of course, there are still greedy buffoons who simply care for themselves and send this balance to the trash.
"I make sure that when people mess with this balance, I teach them, by any means possible, to leave it be. But at a multiversal scale.”
"But where were you when multiple timelines got destroyed because of Genocide Runs!?" Core exclaimed suddenly.
"Such events do not compromise multiversal stability. Destruction of mere timelines is like removing a sand piece from the ocean. However if such destruction were to spread across the multiverse. That's when I must interfere.”
"Isn't it hypocritical to choose who to save and to not to like that?" Core asked, the distress clearly visible in their voice.
“Hypocritical or not, this isn't my purpose. I have no rights to interfere in AUs like that or else... Let's just say that the consequences are not worth it.”
Seeing that Core still had a severe expression on their face, he sighed in defeat before saying, a hint of sadness heard in his voice:
“Listen, It’s not that I don’t want to help those in need but… Think of me like a program. A program that makes sure that the balance of the multiverse stays stable. But that program can’t activate itself unless said balance is endangered.”
“Oh, I see… Kinda like how an antivirus program can’t work unless it detects a virus!”
“Exactly.”
“But isn’t it distressing to know you can’t help many people that need to be saved!? That so many lives were lost even if you had the strength to save them!?”
The warrior looked at the little childish figure, an ancient pain clearly visible in his mismatched eyes. Slowly, as if the word came out with difficulty, he responded:
“I…try to console myself by saying that saving them doesn't necessarily mean doing them just justice.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, imagine that you saved someone from a difficult situation that could have claimed their life. They would be safe, but what if they become an evil person in the future and ends up performing atrocious deeds, while your action was driven by good intent, was altogether a good deed?”
Core thought of his words for seconds… While they could see the reasoning in them, they weren't fully convincing.
“So what you're saying is, you never know what the consequences of an act, good or bad, could be, right?”
Seeing his nod, they asked, a little smile on their face.
“But isn't that just overthinking it? When you do your best to be a good person, can you really blame yourself for unforeseen events?”
The warrior’s eyes dilated in astonishment, and, to Core's surprise, had a small chuckle that lasted for a moment. He had no visible mouth, yet Core guessed he was smiling at them when saying.
“Maybe… But when you're three thousand years old, you don't find yourself short on thinking time.”
In front of his unexpected answer, Core couldn't help but giggle at their turn.
“I can't argue with that. My name is Frisk, but you can call me Core. How about you? Do you have a name to go by mister program guardian?”
He looked at their dark eyes, and spoke a word he himself never thought he'd heard for a very very extended amount of time.
“Nitham. My name is Nitham.”
A.N: Drawing by ZoiesCreator, my incredible lil sis. Kudos to her. Special thanks to her(I'd tag her but she has yet to make a Tumblr page.)
Thank you for reading the first chapter of Nitham's story. Any feedback or questions are most welcome.
And thanks to those who subscribed already: Cookie, Assioux and Mewo.
I don't own Core Frisk, they're the property of DokuDoki from the comic CoreTale
Again, thank you for reading.
Stay tuned.
OC presentation:
Name: Nitham
Race: Outcode monster
Gender: Male
Age: A bit more than 3000 years
Weapons: Sword + Axe 🗡️ 🪓
Powers: The spells and abilities he can use depend on the "side of the body" that casts them. The spells he can cast from his right arm aren't the same as those he can use with his left one.
His right side's color patterns symbolizes destruction and chaos (hence the red), so it's very offensive sided. He can use his right arm to shoot energy beams, enhance his punches and make his axe (when wielding it) more solid and sharper. When he stomps his right foot a shockwave is created around him. He calls them all "Red Abilities".
His left side's color patterns symbolizes creation and order (blue in contrast with red). He can use his left arm to use telekinesis on inanimate objects, heal others wounds and create spheric shields around him. He calls them "Blue Abilities".
He can only use one side's powers at a time. Meaning if he uses his Red Abilities, he can't use the Blue ones, and the other way around.
He can also teleport.
Weaknesses: When using his shield sphere, Nitham is unable to move from his place, and those shields are not very very strong. Two Gaster Blasters is enough to destroy one.
He can teleport only once every three minutes, meaning he can't just spam it.
Relationships (Current):
Core!Frisk: Best friend
Fresh: Finds him weird but doesn't mind his companionship.
Ink: Annoyed by him a lot.
Error: Same.
Likes: Reading and playing chess
Dislikes: Vegetables.
Looks:
Anomalies
AlphaTimeline RP
Concept arts by @kyrylkogamer
So.
I was scrolling through Tumblr, and I found this fanart of a fanfic called "For the Forgotten Ones".
It's a story of an Alternate Multiverse where Ink was found and saved by Nightmare from the empty void of his "AU". You can find it on AO3.
Now, usually I don't read every fanfic I come across, but this one... It's something special. It's REALLY good. You all should give it a try. Just an advice.
When I see you cry, it makes me smile~ || Gacha Meme || Undertale
WHAT IF scenario: The Omega Timeline is destroyed and everyone is dead, CORE!Frisk is the only one left. NAVI!Frisk found them crying and instead of comforting them, he decides to be a bit petty and THEN comfort them afterwards. Yeah, she's a jerk but they're not monster (metaphorically) like his brother
Imagine dust meeting core
Literally a bad match, seeing someone who looks like a dead version of your frisk
Especially a frisk that forced you to make a decision by killing everyone so that you can overpower them
I feel so bad for core at that point 💀
Lad has no idea that dust is just seeing them as someone else atm
I know Core would never deliver letters for the bad sanses group but its all about the 'what ifs'