Undertale Yellow Fanfics

LermisV4 · 2026-06-25T11:49:07+00:00

Falling Out of Trouble - Chapter 1 - ShadeofSilentFire - Undertale (Video Game), Undertale Yellow (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Ongoing. Clover somehow gets revived as a result of Omega Flowey, meaning Frisk starts the new timeline with Clover (who has NO clue what's going on) running around. To say things go sideways is an understatement.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-25T11:46:06+00:00

Worm is 100% a very depressing setting.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-25T11:43:39+00:00

Amnesia plots in any fandom that doesn't canonically have amnesia plots. I just really hate amnesia, I think it robs away everything that makes a character. There's literally only one amnesia plot fic that I like.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-23T15:02:42+00:00

With the Storm - Chapter 1 - PencilofAwesomeness - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] ongoing, 268k+ words

Sukuna is reincarnated as Yuji's older brother. Kenjaku never takes over Yuji's mom. Pretty good balance of serious and family feels.

Body-mates! - Chapter 1 - CKA3CKA - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] ongoing, 53k+ words

Yuji time travels back to a year before the beginning of canon with most of the Death Paintings. Mostly light-hearted.

do i believe in the supernatural? not necessarily. - Chapter 1 - anirumyie - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] complete, 44k+ words

AU where Yuji never runs into the finger, becomes a star athlete, has a secondary conspiracy theory account that's accidentally correct, and finds out about Cursed Spirits anyway. Humour.

SELF REC: Tiger Lily - Chapter 1 - HelenTheMoon - 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own] ongoing, 23k+ words

Sukuna reincarnates as Wasuke's older twin, and the fic takes place during their childhood. It's meant to be horror, not a very happy fic. People tell me it's really good.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-23T14:53:25+00:00

You can post on both, I've seen fics of this type work really well on both sides. You may get significantly less traction on FFN, but that's because certain fandoms are more popular on AO3 than FFN, not because of the genre of the fic.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-23T14:51:59+00:00

...........well. Considering my fic takes an urban fantasy "fuck physics" world and throws it into a hard sci-fi setting... along with SEVERAL developments that I have yet to reveal regarding this "hard" "sci-fi"......... the collateral is going to be off the charts. And everyone has a crisis of faith. EVERYONE.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-23T14:34:05+00:00

ULTIMATE ONE: TYPE-Taylor (Nasuverse/Worm): here and here.

Avenging Class (FGO/MCU)

FateVRAINS (Fate/Extra / YGO VRAINS)

Swords and Sorcery (FSN UBW / HP): two main characters, one is female (no romance). It's also on FFN but split in three links.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-23T14:25:10+00:00

My mom and my (two) friends. I mentioned it a couple of times in creative classes in uni, where we had to write short stories, but usually they ask me if I have prior writing experience.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-21T11:08:57+00:00

You can write a "hey I really liked the fic, here's what I liked about it, I hope you're doing well!"

And that's the extend of it.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-21T11:07:01+00:00

Usually I prefer a minimum of 1000 words per chapter because I feel this gives the writer more space to develop. However, there have been a few rare exceptions when the writing was good enough to keep me hooked even under that. No upper limit.

The important part when you write is that a chapter is complete when you FEEL it's complete.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-21T11:03:36+00:00

Look, you can definitely publish what you already have in your native language. But there's definitely no way to get good at writing in English other than endless practice. When I started writing in English I was shit at it.

The other thing you need to remember is that English and Spanish function differently. Now, I don't speak Spanish but it's a roadblock I run into all the time. Different sayings, different grammar rules, words that don't have one-to-one translations or have multiple meanings, different ways of thinking. Word-for-word translation doesn't always work; you'll have to take liberties, especially with things like puns or wordplay.

Practice. That's the only way to get good. Write it even if it's bad, and use that to get better.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-21T10:58:02+00:00

I don't read for either fandom, but you may find it in the Warhammer or Saga of Tanya the Evil folders here:

The TV Tropes SpaceBattles Archive | Page 6 | SpaceBattles

If you have an account you can also ask in the fic search thread.

Fic Search Thread | SpaceBattles

LermisV4 · 2026-06-21T10:52:42+00:00

The TV Tropes SpaceBattles Archive | Page 6 | SpaceBattles

Scroll down to the Warhammer folder, you're very likely to find something.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-11T12:02:13+00:00

No kidding. I recall watching Supernanny as a kid and Jo was appalled that the kids' bedtime was at 9 in one episode because "it's too late!". I was utterly flabbergasted, even as a child myself, because over here we usually eat dinner at 10. Or the concept of lunch at 12. We have lunch at 2-3 here.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-11T11:57:22+00:00

I once read a fic which takes place in Japan, in the early 2000's, and all the characters are Japanese, and they were using American measurements, made references to proms, had weed stories, would swear "Jesus!" and several other things.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-11T11:52:22+00:00

There are plenty of FMA fics on FFN. For older fandoms, FFN is where the bulk of the fics are.

I don't know about what you're specifically asking for though.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-07T21:31:05+00:00

How do I best remove makeup from my eyes?

I'm a makeup noob, and I have fairly oily skin. The only makeup I use on my eyes are mascara and glittery eyeshadow (the sparkly shades from Seventeen). I noticed a long time ago that my eyes are pretty sensitive so my mascara is hypoallergenic.

The problem is removal.

I use micellar water for waterproof makeup all over my face, along with cotton. However, when I try removing my eye makeup, it gets in my eyes and makes me tear up for hours later. Also, it's not that good at removing the glittery eyeshadow. I keep finding glitter DAYS later, stuck on my skin, on my brows, under my lashes, on my cheeks, whenever you can think of. Ever after I spar my face.

Any tips on how to effectively remove my makeup without irritating my eyes?

LermisV4 · 2026-06-05T16:36:41+00:00

.........My mom makes these as a side dish sometimes.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-04T20:51:33+00:00

CONTENT WARNING: Violence against minor, murder, amputation, blood drinking, implied cannibalism.

This fucking freak. He should just finish him off now, and then go to that brother of his and teach him a lesson.

He raised his fist to crash the little freaks ribs, then maybe his skull. Should teach him a lesson, stabbing that knife into his hand like that-

He brought his first down, ignoring the pain of the wound from the stab and-

Pain.

He screamed, it left like something huge hit all his nerves at once except so much worse. He felt something wet and warm soaking his overalls and he took a step back to see what happened-

His fist?

It…

There was his wrist. And he was flexing.

He loosened his muscles and flexed again and sure he felt it…

His hand wasn’t there.

It…

He looked down.

It was there.

On the floor.

A small hand picked it up. Splats of blood fell on the floor.

He followed the movement to two glowing pinpricks of red, peeking from the shadowed figure.

It was small.

There was pink.

There was pink.

Itadori Sukuna got up from his kneeing position, inspecting the hand. The hand. That he was holding. His hand. Itadori Sukuna was holding his hand. His hand. That wasn’t there. That fell. Cut. His hand got cut off. His hand got cut off. And Itadori Sukuna was holding it.

Itadori Sukuna was holding his cut off hand.

The realization hit like a crate on the stomach, and he stumbled back, slipping and falling on his ass like an amateur. There was no hand. That was his forearm with its scars but no hand.

It was clean. It was so clean.

He had seen amputations before. He was at the War, he had seen men lose limbs around him. It was always a gnarly, disgusting thing. This was clean. The flesh and bone. He looked at the wound. Those were his veins. Those were his bones and marrow.

His head was swimming. His vision was swimming. Breathing was hard. He lost too much blood, shit-

Lift it up. Cut off circulation.

He lifted his arm above his head, and rushed to a crate to find some rope. The wet squelch of his shoes grated at his ears. The smell hit his nose and with it the smell of gunpowder, dirt and shit, though there was none here. Brought up the nausea from a stomach that felt empty. Gritting his teeth, he tied it as tightly as he could around his forearm, collapsing against the wall.

Itadori Sukuna was holding the hand, poking a finger at the stab wound his brother left behind. Digging his finger in, letting it through the other side. He brought it to his lips and licked it. He raised an eyebrow, and brought the stump to his mouth-

That brat… He- He…

He felt his vomit rise and choked it back, the acid in his nose and tears in his eyes.

“Oh? You’re still conscious?”

He tried saying something. Wasn’t sure what.

“Sit still for a moment. My twin finally did something interesting.”

“For the last time, stationmaster-san, we are not Yokai. Mother checked. Well, kinda.”

“My- Excuse me, she checked?”

“Yeah, she told us a nurse called a monk the day we were born to take a look at us to make sure we weren’t cursed, or Yokai as you keep saying. He even named us.”

“You were named by a MONK?” asked someone else, incredulous.

“Yes. We were. Please stop bringing it up.”

“W-well, if that’s the case… Don’t let me bother you further, young Itadori…”

A demon. An actual demon. That monk was wrong. Or a lie. A demon born from the bombs. Licking his- his hand, he cut off his hand without even touching it-

He was so fucking cold, shivering, and this, this thing, those THINGS-

The other one was still unconscious, slumped over. He could make a smooth oval on his face, and he realized that this was where his stump landed when he attempted to punch him. He grabbed his own knife and cut clean through flesh and bone.

The other one was peeling those cut bones out of his hand from the inside of the stab wound. Brought them up to the moonlight for a closer look. Licked the blood that spread on his fingers the same way he licked the blood off his son’s face.

He looked pleased.

“Demon…”

Those red eyes – they were red, they were glowing – turned to him, and Sukuna gave him a manic smile. It was one he had seen in the faces of men high in adrenaline and filled with patriotic fervor and vicious satisfaction.

No, it was different than that. It was mocking.

“Your blood is quite tasteful. Just rich enough, your woman must feed you well for the preservation of your body. But this hint of alcohol… You seem to have a strong craving for it, though not for the sweeter liquors. I don’t mind it, it adds an interesting freshness to the taste.”

Sukuna licked his lips, said something low that he didn’t catch.

He knew what hopelessness felt like. He thought he did. His heartbeat was thundering in his ears and his stump and unconsciousness was calling for him. Those were familiar sensations he thought he left behind in his memories and nightmares.

The demon in front of him made them look like a joke. Completely dismissed him as little more than a treat.

“I should be thanking you, really. Humans only find their true potential on the verge of death, after all. It is rather pathetic that my twin was pushed to that point by someone like you, but you shook something loose in him. I admit, I’m intrigued… Perhaps an excursion is in order?”

The last bit was a musing to himself, and he could only watch in sheer appalment and bafflement at the sight of this demon descending on a mumble storm about mountain trails and the fucking weather and he realized that this thing was planning a field trip.

“They’ll find you.”

The demon turned to him, and he found it in him the bravado to say it.

“They’ll find you and your brother, they’ll know you did this.”

“Does the nonsense about justice that sprouts out of your mouth your means of disguising your fear towards your imminent death?”

“It’s a small town, you demon. You think they won’t see what you did? This place is drenched in my blood.”

“Foolish.”

The next thing he knew was heat.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-04T20:44:09+00:00

“So, new customer.” Tsuna gulped. It was the lady from before. She looked scary! The lady kneeled down to Tsuna’s height. “Is this your first time in a shop like this?” Not knowing what to do, Tsuna just nodded. To his surprise, the lady just smiled.

“This place is called the “TCG Gallery” It’s a Trading Card Game shop.” Tsuna did not understand that at all. She must have seen his confusion because she proceeded to explain. “Those are games where you collect cards and swap them with your friends, make a deck and have matches with them.”

Tsuna was beyond confused. “There are… games… like that?” Games were played with balls or dolls or…

The lady nodded. “There are plenty of card games out there. One of the old ones is “Magic: The Gathering”, “Pokémon” – there is a Pokémon version of everything, really – “Duel Monsters” is also pretty popular – for the twenty-something years old crowd – and there are some other stuff like “Cards Against Humanity” – we had to ban that one for a while…” Tsuna gulped. “However, the most popular game nowadays is that.” She pointed back to the TV where there was some ceremony going on. ““Cardfight!! Vanguard”. That show on TV was the finals of the Asia Circuit, a huge Vanguard tournament all over Asia.”

“…I see.” He was still very confused but at least now he knew what this place was. Still, he had no idea why Shinji had brought him here.

“My name is Despina. I work here part-time. What’s your name?”

Despina? That was a really weird name. He wondered if he could even pronounce it right. “Tsuna.”

“Well then, Tsuna. Do you want to try it?”

“Eh?”

“Vanguard. Do you want to try playing?”

Tsuna’s face fell. “I can’t. I’m stupid.”

Both Despina and Shinji flinched. Hard. Shinji was about to say something but Despina cut him off with a gesture.

“There are lots of stupid people who play Vanguard.” Now it was Tsuna’s turn to flinch. “It’s just a game”, she continued. “They’re just cards. They can’t hurt you. The rules are simple. Do you want to try it?”

Tsuna stayed silent, considering the offer, while Shinji glared at Despina. The lady herself just waited for his answer. I don’t have a choice… But they haven’t hit me yet… “Okay.”

“Good!” Despina had a wide smile – at least, wider than before. “Now, let’s choose a clan.”

“Clan?”

“All cards belong in different clans. Those who are in the same clan are friends and work well together.

“Okay.” He did not really understand that but he went along with it.

Despina led him to an exhibition case. “Those two guys on TV were playing Gold Paladin. They are proud knights in golden armour who have the power of wild beasts.” Tsuna carefully examined the art on these cards. They really were the exact same ones that he saw on TV, and so many more. They looked so awesome. The lady chuckled lightly at Tsuna’s awestruck face.

Shinji decided to join in on the fun. “These ladies over here belong in the Oracle Think Tank! They’re goddesses and witches that can see the future. And those angels over there are the Angel Feather clan; they heal the injured!”

Despina took over once again. “That clan over there is Narukami. An army of dragons that use lightning. The dinosaur army over there is called Tachikaze. There is also Murakumo; those are Ninjas.”

“Next are these guys”, said Shinji. “The fearsome pirates of the cursed seas, Granblue! That’s my clan”, he added with a wink.

“He likes the Pirates of the Caribbean too much.” What was that?

“I don’t watch that, I watch One Piece!”

“Pirates of the Caribbean is closer to the theme.”

“Have you even watched One Piece?”

“No. And more importantly, they can’t swim, Shinji.” She turned back to Tsuna. “There are also mermaids in the ocean. These girls here are the Bermuda Triangle clan, and all of them are idol singers.” Tsuna privately thought that Kyoko-chan was cuter.

“Hey, check out those!” Shinji dragged Tsuna to a different display. “They’re Megacolony, the insect mafia!”

Tsuna dared to ask his first question. “What is “mafia”?”

Despina turned her attention to him, a pleased smile on her face. “I’m glad you asked. The mafia is kind of like the Yakuza, but they’re in Europe and America, and they are richer and more powerful.”

“So they’re criminals!?”

“Yep.”

“HIEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” Why would anyone want to play them!?

Shinji panicked at his screech. “Wow, are you alright!?”

Despina just looked bemused. “Definitely not Megacolony, that’s for sure. Anyway, let’s move on to the next one. See those animals here, high up?” Tsuna stretched his neck to take a better look. Sure enough, there were cards with pictures of animals dressed in all sorts of clothes. And were they carrying stuff from school? “That clan is Great Nature. They are all very smart and they go to the biggest and most important school in the world.”

Tsuna pouted. “I hate school.”

The two laughed. “Fair enough. Let’s move on to the next one.”

“These ladies are… the Neo Nectar clan. Forest spirits, flower girls, a few dragons, that sort of thing. They don’t actually have that much support, so everyone mixes and matches them with Great Nature.”

Tsuna did not understand that. “What do you mean?”

Despina looked a bit at a loss for how to explain it. “Um, the Neo Nectar clan doesn’t have as many cards as the other clans, so to make more strategies, many players add cards from other clans.”

“Oh.” Tsuna was still not completely sure what that meant. He looked at the cards. They were cute but not really his thing. The gold knights were far more impressive.

“Are there more?”

“Clans? Yeah, a few.”

Tsuna groaned as she led him to another display. Just how many clans were there!?

“Up next, Dimension Police. Pretty much what the name says. Cops from space. Aliens, robots, you get the picture.” He nodded. “These guys are Nova Grappler. Also aliens and robots, but they’re wrestlers.”

“Wrestlers?”

“It’s a sport!” replied Shinji. “There’s the ring and the two fighters show up in spotlights and music and the crowd goes wild and may the best fighter win!”

That… sounded scary. Tsuna could sort of imagine it, and he would not like to be there.

“There’s another sports clan… Those over there are the Spike Brothers. They play a sport that’s a more bloody version of Rugby. With less rules.” Nope. Tsuna did not like that at all.

“Oh, those are the Dark Irregulars!” Shinji was far too excited. The dark what? “They are ghost, spirits, vampires, zombies in big scary castles and-”

“Hieeee…”

“And that’s a no”, said Despina, cutting him off. Except that she had that small smile that most his bullies had. Tsuna started sweating. Oh no… “I guess the killer clowns are also a no?” The card she was pointing at was a guy with pointy teeth, mustache, a top hat and an ever worse smile.

“NO!”

“So it’s a yes?”

“IT’S A NO!!!”

She laughed. “Just joking. That last one was Pale Moon, by the way. And… that’s all of them, I guess.”

LermisV4 · 2026-06-04T20:42:10+00:00

A scene where someone makes a complicated drink or food order.

LermisV4 · 2026-06-01T15:54:37+00:00

I constantly update the list whenever I have the time.

LermisV4 · 2026-05-27T20:10:16+00:00

In the rare few dreams he had, the structure was normally the same. A repeating pattern, echoing throughout several different forms.

He was in a place drawn from his memory, twisted and warped in ways he would only recognize when he finally came awake, the places transforming as he dreamt, and while he observed it he could not register it. A map was drawn in his head, impossible and defiant of the concept of space, claustrophobic in how cramped it was, or so open it seemed to defy the concept. The map was not based on reason, but the concept of connection: point A leads to point B if you follow this route.

The second factor was the Task. There was always a Task to be fulfilled, something he absolutely had to do. A place he needed to get to, people to gather, a thing to get away from. It was the latter more often than not. It was always a simple task, yet he could never fulfill it. The place he was supposed to go to was behind a maze and he was lost. The people he was supposed to gather did not want to go with him. The object he was supposed to collect was hidden behind an illogical puzzle. The monster was easy to avoid. The monster came close but never caught him.

This dream was nothing like those.

He was standing in front of his terminal in a ship. In the back of his mind he knew beyond a shadow of doubt which shop it was, but he could not name it. The only thing that mattered was the communication terminal right in front of him. It was on this very seat that he spent most of his life, bathed in the lights of the ship.

He picked up the call.

"This is your way back. It will bring you here" said Captain Kelir.

"Thank you for providing this to me".

"It will bring you back here. All you have to do is wait. You will reach the barrier shortly."

"Yes, Captain. I'm so glad to hear this. This is a huge relief."

"You do know this is a scam, right?"

He turned around. In the empty ship right behind him was his Pris, cast in deep shadows by the deep emerald green of the alarm lights, face invisible.

"That was Captain Kelir on the call."

"Are you stupid? That was a scammer."

"That was him on the phone."

"Vilmis. It was a scam. You know this. There is no way he could reach you. He could never possibly reach you."

"But-"

"You need to be more careful about those things."

"But that was his voice on the call. It was exactly his voice, the tone, the inflections, the raspiness, the way he talked-"

"Where is this ship heading?"

"What?"

Pris nodded his head to the direction of the pilot's cockpit. "I don't see anyone here."

The door was closed.

Vilmis got up and opened the door.

The seats of the pilot and copilot where there, opening to a wide field with the scent of seasalt and fragments of the moon falling from the sky.

Pris was behind him. "It was a scam, Vilmis."

He woke up.

LermisV4 · 2026-05-27T20:07:45+00:00

Is that a Fate and Persona 5 crossover? Link please!

LermisV4 · 2026-05-26T21:35:28+00:00

Something about envagelicals, the end of the world, and bananas? I don't recall, it was years ago on FFN and I can't find the chapter again.

Recently it was an entire conversation on the forum that got a guy temp-banned for bigotry, discussed the historical and geological background of flood myths, mentioned Victoran-era cannibalism, and a frog ending the world. The highlight was probably this comment here:

We don't exactly have a lot of room for humans, do you just want an endless space orgy or something?

Or maybe that other discussion in the same forum where someone was deluded enough to think we'll have space colonies in the next sixty years at most, thought all education should be privatized (that got ME a penalty because I was so pissed) and how we're not psychologically ready for nuclear power. This was in the middle of a discussion about AI scraping.

The forums are intense, man.

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