#cursed undertale stuff

[lizzieissilly]

Reference!

Cursed stuff below... (the one who took the video and the cursed pictures is @stargazingezekiel )

[darkmuffinstudios]

Working on something because there are worms in my brain (the rot the rot the rot the rot)

[milkamel]

Kross kissing + kitties!! <3 Again with fluff and cutesy stuff cause there's a new underverse episode tomorrow yeahhh >:D (a little lazy but once again I'm pretty happy with it)

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Cross belongs to jakei

[shimmershy]

Undertale Month Day 30: The End/Surface/Respite

The coloring and everything are a bit messy, but I wanted to finish off the month with something nice. :) Undertale is a game that is so important to me. Not only did it encourage me to draw more things outside my comfort zone, but it's also been a huge comfort for me ever since I first played it. I feel like I would be a completely different person if I hadn't stumbled upon it a little over six years ago. All this to say, I don't think I'll ever stop caring about this silly little game, and I'm really glad it exists. :)

[starlos-soulmate]

Just don't look down <3

Since everyone asked, I'll deliver! Pancake's Moving Castle pt 1, where it follows a farmer boy and an alien wizard. I just think it's neat!!!

Tagging: @sparklings-bf @sparkyscissorhands @simonlynch @pinkdinkydoon

@prismatica-the-strange @snowpuffclovers @ghost--girlfriend @jocelynships @katswellkisser

@gibles-lovely-selfships @constabell @tieflingships @catships777 @gideongrovel

@sunflawyer @sharkruss @cherubdulce @patchw0rk-quilt @mrscage

@aego-philautia @mandrakebrew @dudeshusband

[weirdghostcat]

I just wanted to show one of the comic sketches I made, like, a week ago or so. Just finished the clean lines and "coloring" yesterday.

I was testing how it would look if I went the good old manga-way with black and white pages— Yeah, no, it looks like total shit. I'll definitely use colors in the future (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[cursed-creationist]

Ink Kinnies (A defense)

Hey y’all!! I think we need a chat about some UTMV kinnies. Specifically Ink kinnies! Because. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY DO THEY GET SO MUCH HATE. HELLO??

People are allowed to feel connected to characters however they want! Why is it OUR business whether someone relates to positive or negative traits. It helps people cope, and sometimes even seek help!

I’ve met a lot of Ink kinnies over my years. I���m mostly a silent tumblr user. But I get around. There’s been some good ones, some bad ones, some neutral ones! But calling all of them ENERGY VAMPIRES?? Stating that they give NOTHING in return? That they’re all SELFISH?? All because of ONE PERSON. Who, by the way, HASN’T DONE ANYTHING YOU’VE CLAIMED!! Where’s your evidence? Where’s your proof? Why did you feel the need to try and ruin the platform they’ve built? Why is it your business to bring up the past? Why is it your business to spew LIES.

Plus, last I checked, you STALKED the person you’re trying to attack. And also threatened a friend of theirs! And you thought you could get away with it, because this platform is so vast and wide. Nice try.

Also they are DELUSIONAL(/nm). NOT A KINNIE, EVEN! WHAT THE HECK DUDE!!

Ink doesn’t want to be soulless. He wants to love. He doesn’t want to be at the creator’s beck and call. It’s even canon by Comyet that he has CRIED. Over not being able to do something. Because it was in the script.

Ink is a beautifully complex character, a character that many see themselves into because of imposter syndrome, of feeling like an outcast. Like a part of you is missing and rotten and you so desperately want to fix it but. You can’t. But these people are capable of love. They just need help to access it. People are complex.

I would put my trust in an Ink kinnie. And I have, according to your standards. And I don’t regret it at all. Let people be people. Let people relate to the good and the bad.

Let people live how they choose, for creator’s sake!

And next time you want to bring someone down because you’re obsessed with them, seek therapy.

[what-have-i-unleashed]

rebound.... almost failed!!

don't look at this and don't perceive me good gods what have i done to deserve this fuckass doomed ship brainworms please someone save me out of this pit PLEASE

vermilion belongs to @peach-flavored-cyanide btw...... curse you for this

it was a mistake.

or maybe it wasn’t.

maybe you need it. maybe you just crave it – that familiar pain of kr eating at your life, blooming in your bones like something you have to earn. just like the old days. just like when he was still here.

now, you’re in the bathroom, hunched over the sink as the tap water overflows with red. your fingers grip at the edge of the counter as you try to steady your breath. your jacket is gone, your shirt is bundled halfway up your torso, and your arm – your fucking ulna – is a mess of bleeding cuts, swelling around a break that you know would be hell to set.

the cabinets rankle as you yank it open. you search and search, but the shelves are empty save for a couple of gauzes and a half-empty bottle of vodka hidden in the back like a bad habit someone tries to get rid of.

ha.

you grab at it anyway.

the cheap plastic cap clatters on the floor as you take a swig, feeling the familiar burn down your throat. it doesn’t help. not yet. but soon.

you pour some of the vodka over your arm. the pain is instant, electric, shooting up to your shoulder and running across your spine. you hiss, a startled flinch in your legs, but you don’t move away, just leaning against the sink and trying to breath through it.

when you glance up, your reflection stares back at you, distorted with its cracked visage.

bloody nose. swollen cheek. cut temple. you’ve looked worse. you’ve felt worse. but today has left you somewhat rattled. furious, melancholic, but relieved at the same time.

absentmindedly, you trace your fingers over the bruises, the cuts at your ribs and on your arm.

for a second, it isn’t vermilion’s magic that you remember, but his.

red.

you used to fight like this.

bloody knuckles. broken ribs. half a smile behind a cigarette after both of you were all done, slumped against a tree together, the closest you had ever been. he always hit hard, always hit fast, never pulled punches, never treated you like a fragile thing.

but he also knew when to stop. to say “alright, dumbass – that’s enough” when it was clear you couldn’t move anymore. to drag you back to your empty house on his back, his footprints crunching in the snow. to push you on the couch as he dug through the cabinets for gauzes and painkillers. to carefully wrap your injured hand, his hands holding yours so gently, as you watched with bleary eyes, the voices in your head whispering how easy it would be to kill him at that moment. to pass you a cigarette when everything is done, the smoke between you blurring everything both of you had.

vermilion doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, pushing and pushing until both of you are in the dirt, until you can’t even crawl away anymore, until you have to look into the red, red, red – broken in ways that can’t be easily stitched back.

(maybe that’s why you do it.

you want to see how far you can go before someone will stop you.

but nobody came.)

the vodka burns as you take another gulp. you brace yourself against the sink and try to ignore the shaking in your blood-stained hands. you can’t afford to hesitate. if you do, it won’t set right, and you have to do it all again.

(and again.

and again.

again. again. again.)

you take a deep breath.

three. two. and-

the cracking sound is wet, echoing in the dark, empty bathroom. something shifting back into the place it doesn’t want to go. you choke, but you can’t afford to stop. you can’t let yourself crumble under the weight. you have to keep going.

another.

a hiss escapes your mouth, but you try to muffle it. you don’t want to let your uninvited guest downstairs know that you’re in here, that you’re trying to fix this mess, that you’re trying to hide yourself from him. you let your head drop against the mirror, your breath struggling to slow down, fogging up the broken surface.

(it’s not the same.

but you can see it, if you don’t look hard enough.

he smokes the same way, fingers curled loosely around the cigarette, his other hand passing you the box, careful not to touch you directly.

he laughs at the same boring rehearsed jokes – the one that you have said a thousand times – all the while shaking his head and grinning just like red used to do.

he wears the same pair of shoes – red, worn-out laces, scuffed toes from all the kicking at things he shouldn’t.)

you close your eyes.

(just for a second, if you don’t think too hard, don’t breathe too deep, don’t let reality set in-

it feels like he’s still here.)

[the-selfinsert]

I swear to FUCKING GOD

Did Dustrust get cancelled again???

[rididou]

Cursed images of my stop motion figure and animation part 3

here is the animation if you didnt saw it:

[braisedhoney]

When did your Undertale fixation first start? Like not this re-emergence but

the very beginning

oh fuck. you went right for the throat.

… ground zero, i think. i got into undertale a little bit before the first anniversary, which is… oh my god like seven-eight years ago now. forget sans and papyrus, my bones are creaking.

thing is right, i was always a little isolated from the rest of the fandom?? like i wasn’t able to make art i was proud of so i never posted anything, and all i really did was desperately consume comic dubs on youtube and do really shitty roleplays to try and fill the void. it was a different time (in old man voice). if i do even have any of those old drawings, they either died on a laptop drive somewhere or got lost in a box 😔 otherwise i’d share my shame.

(honestly that might have come a few years later though, those days are kind of a blur that i can’t remember.)

after that i fell outta it, but i don’t remember exactly when? i’d come and go, but that’s just how fandoms be sometimes. i think the first peak of my fandom involvement miiiight have been 2016?

man. now i’m nostalgic again, lmao.

[slothyollama101]

maid killer sans and neko classic sans real ‼️

[smittyxtv]

Dont die in this POKEMON UNDERTALE NIGHTMARE

One soul is all it takes to play, you won't be disappointed, just step on up. As the saying goes - best rewards are the ones where your is on the line.

This message has been paid for by the DEVIL. The DEVIL likes when you spell his name in all caps. He also likes this undertale pokemon Mashup, and really thinks you should consider playing. Always remember the DEVIL always has your best interest in mind. ALWAYS.

[donaviolet]

happy fingers day I would like to announce that yesterday I was playing Gartic Phone and we ended creating a beautiful (incredibly cursed) sansmaeda love story

I couldn't save the pics because I was on my cell phone but basically nagito got pregnant and their son was going to be Shrek but they didn't have enough money to raise their child so they got divorced :(

But then they remarried and took care together of Shrek

BUT THEN Sans betrayed Nagito with his Underfell version

Nagito got so sad he killed Fell Sans and had a "Good Time" with Naruto from Naruto

AND SANS FOUND OUT ABT IT but then we stopped played so idk what would happen next

[rose-void-789]

Don't look at me but @ the undertale fandom if I see one more x reader fic with Asriel/Flowey that boils down to chariel/fiskriel you all are fucking cowards

It's already embarrassing enough that you all are doing x reader fics just take the next step it's less embarrassing. Don't you all want to hang out with Frisk and Chara. Let me get ideas for my Oc dating a fucking goat without it just being Chara please!

[rollforimagination]

Cursed Item Idea

Hat of Gold (Cursed)

Desc- yes Sans, the name is a pun on “Heart of Gold” I’m a comedy genius what did you expect? 💅🏻 (I’m cringe)

Description: A hat that every time it is worn for the first time in a day by someone materialise 15 gp in their hands or in their vicinity. From that moment they will be cursed to talk in a strange way by pronouncing the words much longer than needed, marking the accents way more than correct and by also rising their pitch just a bit enough to sound different but not enough to sound like a mouse.

Functionality: Along with the 15 gp, it gives -3 Charisma to anyone who wears the hat, until the curse is lifted after 24 hours from when it was worn for the first time in the day.

Inspiration: the post above ⬆️ @graegrape

i am once again reminded of the fact that toby fox is a genius at comedic pacing