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[lizzie-tempest]

Oh my god this is amazing!

The heartbreak on Sweetpea's face as she reaches out towards the moth.

The way she fluffed up when she realized that she'd found a fairy ring.

The gentle look on Nightmare's face.

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THIS IS ALL SO GOOD!

Thank you so much! 💜💜💜

Story by @lizzie-tempest

FaeAU made by owl-bones and antlered-prince

I decided to make a short comic of a scene from the first chapter so spoiler warning. I added some notes that are mostly about the art for each page.

They're all cats because I can't draw anything even close to a human.

Also sorry if I misspelled anything. I tried my best to adapt the text into a form for comics. There is a reason I'm not a writer.

I think this is the only page where I ended up adding shading to the characters and not just lighting and multiply layers.

I probably would've shown the moth flapping it's wings a bit differently thinking about it now. I liked adding the mushrooms in the final panel of this page. That paw in the final panel was also a nightmare to sketch.

I thought for a long time about if I should add text or not to this page before deciding against it.

The start of the mushroom ring design that I needed to repeat. Getting to draw Sweetpea all fluffed up was a lot of fun.

I tried to hide some of the mushrooms behind Sweetpea's head/neck. I don't know how well it came across but I tried to make it look like the moth was flying around by making closer to one of the edges of the circle.

I think this was the easiest page since it only had 2 panels that had characters and they were both close ups.

I was debating on putting some text in that first panel but I decided not to. Also the only drawing of nightmare in his non moth form in these pages.

I might do another one of these later but I think this is good for now because it took forever-

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does anybody just lay in bed and be like: “man, I wish I was tiny right now and had a giant come and hold me onto their chest. then I fall asleep in their giant hands.”

please tell me I’m not the only one with these thoughts…

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he's gonna throw up

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All of my porcelain bugs. Might design more.

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something about vessels

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lil’ ralsei doodle weeee

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I've been craving for watermelon.

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Yes there's a typo in the first option but I am not redoing the whole thing

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WARNING do NOT start reading books and comics or watching movies or looking at art!!! you will start wanting to create art yourself. or god forbid. writing.

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😛

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This was so fun to watch. Such amazing art and I loved meeting so many new people <3

Magma shenanigans, Killer art is for @yeosin-n!

All the other art is either YN stuff or gift for other people I was streaming my art to!

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Lookin' Like That - Mafiafell!Sans X Reader Oneshot

Here's a little something that came as a gift for the exciting dream I had this morning over a mafiafell Sans. This is what I get for reading fanfics before bed. This is, sadly, not apart of the sweetheart underfell Sans anthology, nor is Sans a himbo in this one. He's actually a pretty wolfish guy. Especially considering the song for this drabble is Fiesty by Jhameel.

This was supposed to be a part of a new idea I had, but I'm still trying to flesh out the idea, so hopefully, I'll be able to come up with something better than this half-baked oneshot.

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You had been really good so far, avoiding the shadiest characters in the best suits in this part of the outskirts of Ebbot City. You were almost sure that the way you slid right past everyone who smelled of power was almost part of the package deal of magic from the version of you that died at your feet when you were first thrown into this world. And if you ever got back to your world, you would personally kill your Sans for this mishap. You know he hadn't meant to explode his machine in front of you, but your relationship with him was already sour, so this definitely wasn't helping his case, and you kind of doubted that he'd want to come after you without some convincing. So, you weren't counting on an extraction from this world anytime soon.

The good thing, you supposed, is that you did have a version of yourself here - but they... uh... died. Right at your feet when you first got here. You couldn't remember it all very well, but you knew for a fact that there were a lot of angry voices that were coming after them as well, so that wasn't too reassuring. Some digging revealed that they may have been involved in some unsavory businesses.

You at least got their pocket cash and weapons. Not that you really knew how to fire a gun too well, but the money and hidden knife were useful. Sure, you probably shouldn't have looted a body for their wallet, but you were in a new environment, what else were you supposed to do?

The only logistical error was if you used their credit card or their ID after they were to be proclaimed 'dead'. That would be a really bad idea, but it was enough to get you on your feet at least. A decent motel room for a few weeks, a few odd jobs here and there to gather up some money, and you might be able to skip this town for one where you didn't feel the hairs on your back stand.

It was quite odd though, that every now and again, you'd just be able to tell when someone was part of the underground network that the other version of yourself was part of. If you weren't literally wearing the enchanted bracelet that they had on before they died, then you would almost think that it was a sixth sense you inherited from them. Now you knew it was. There would be no other way you would have expected an old man with a walker would have been concealing a gun otherwise. And that guy really put some holes in people across the street.

The list of oddities that you got when you arrived here just kept going, but you just kept trying not to think about it. You fixed the facemask over your mouth, trying to catch your breath after quickly walking past a group of gangsters who set off the alarm bells in your head - and then the alarm bells in a bank about three blocks from where you had begun briskly walking away from.

And you really should have watched where you were going as you were taking a moment to collect yourself. You nearly bumped into someone- taking a quick sidestep before grazing his shoulder and muttering a "sorry" - but as soon as you were done fixing your mask back into place, a hand caught your arm.

"what." Uh oh.

Oh no. No, no, no. The alarms in your head were going off twice as loud, and it nearly gave you a splitting headache. It seemed as though the version of yourself in this world also had a sour reaction to that raspy, baritone voice just as much as you did. You almost wanted to just bolt, but if you knew your own Sans, then this one would absolutely chase after you if you did, and there was no way you would be able to escape.

"Ahem-" You cleared your throat, pretending you had a scratchy sore throat. "S-sorry, man." You awkwardly stuttered out, glancing back to take a look at this world's Sans purely out of curiosity.

Mistake.

Mistakes were made- as soon as he caught sight of your eyes, his burning red eye lights shrunk in size and his grip on your arm tightened. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You didn't bother to tug it free; it would just make him all the more eager to keep his hold on you. Time to reverse psychology your way out of this one. You leaned into his touch a little more, pressing your shoulder against his chest and ignoring the way his eye sockets widened when he caught sight of your eyes, the outline of your other variant's irises crawling along the edges of yours. A sign that the world was trying to fit you in somewhere to make up for your anomalous presence.

"I said sorry." You didn't bother to pretend to have a sore throat, and you could see the spark of recognition he had for your voice, but you decidedly ignored that too.

Instead, you shoved the barrel of your stolen gun up under his ribcage, and you could see him freeze...

And the very noticeable flush of his cheekbones with red magic.

You uh... would try not to think about that either.

"Thanks." You muttered, now yanking your arm away from his loosened grip, his eye lights flickering from your face to the gun you had shoved just under his sternum through the fabric of his suit.

You were close enough to smell the distinct scent of magic cherry cigars and see the way his gold tooth glinted in the sunlight that peaked over his black fedora, but you had to find a way to escape without causing a scene or him following you now. You didn't think he'd take lightly a human who'd so 'casually' pull a gun on him. Your Sans sure as hell wouldn't, why would this one?

"you survived." He whispered to you, his permagrin tight and his eye sockets narrowing at you as he finally collected himself. "... no..." The longer he stared at you, the more he realized something was out of place.

You lowered your head, trying to hide more of your face from him.

Mistake.

"you're not them." His fingers twitched, ready to grab you again, and the senses you gained from your variant kicked in - you disengaged the safety.

"I suggest you keep your non-existent nose out of it." You muttered back to him. This time you couldn't ignore the way his nasal ridge twitched when you hissed your words at him.

Looks like you weren't the only version of 'you' to have history with Sans. Maybe it was just how the timeline was always meant to be.

"...and what if i don't?" He couldn't help but push. this wasn't them.

"Then you're gonna find out what really happened that night." You had a feeling he had been there... The night that the other version of you died. He had been there, scraping through the ashes of a burnt down building to find their bones cracked and turned to soot. "Sit down, Sans. Before you open a can of worms you aren't ready to clean up after."

He watched you as you pulled away, clicking the safety back on as you tucked your weapon back into your stolen coat, glaring at him as you made your escape.

He let you run.

After all, he was still trying to figure out what happened to the other you. The one he had captured himself.

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I joined! Any other Sans lovers want to join too?

is there like... a sans/reader discord server i can join.....

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.

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No clue if this will make sense but what types of birds would everyone in ttigkbafkaafil be based on their personalities? I feel like Ink would be a crow or a magpie.

Hope you're doing well!

-Atlasorsomething/Magpieonabranch

Thanks for the ask! Sorry this has taken so long. I've had to give it a lot of thought ^^;

Sweetpea would be a chickadee. These adorable, small birds are known for their curious and friendly nature, and enjoy exploring new environments. I think that sums up Sweetpea perfectly, wouldn't you say?

Nightmare would be an owl. As well as being rather regal in my opinion, owls are fiercely protective over their families. They'll aggressively defend their nests from potential threats. Something that we all know Nightmare would do.

Neve would be a bullfinch. Often described as shy and secretive, I think a bullfinch would fit Neve because she is rather shy. That, and her little nest is in a secret place, and bullfinches hide their nests among thorns. I imagine it's to help stay safe. Something that Neve does too.

Horror is known for being the cook of the Winter Court, so of course, he has to be a bird of prey. I decided to go with the peregrine falcon, as it's said to be one of the best hunters. As well as this, they are fiercely protective and will often go to great lengths to defend their young, even taking on enemies larger than them. And I think we all know just how far Horror will go to defend Sweetpea.

Killer would be a satin bowerbird. Male satin bowerbirds are known for being collectors and hoarders, mainly collecting blue items to decorate their bower in order to impress a potential mate. These items can be anything from blue feathers, to clothes pegs and bottle caps. Although I don't think Killer would be interested in a mate (or just blue items), he does have a tendency to collect/steal things and keep them in his pouch. Mainly so he can show them off later on.

Enya is easy. She's a hummingbird. Like mentioned in a previous ask, she's most at home among plants and flowers. If she'd had a chance to turn then she would've had a pet hummingbird too. So it's not hard to say that she would've been one. Hummingbirds love drinking nectar from flowers. The females have duller colours to help stay disguised among the plants, and can be aggressive if something gets too close to their babies, even taking on humans. As well as this, female hummingbirds have to do the nesting alone, something which Enya had to do while in the mortal realm.

Avis is another easy one. He's a robin. Robins may seem cute, but they can be rather territorial and will defend its domain. Something that Avis would do, with having draconic blood in his veins making him hot headed if need be. Robins are also incredibly curious birds, and will often follow you along on a walk. Sweetpea had to get her curiosity from somewhere!

Dream is a cockatoo. They can be highly social and affectionate, but demand a lot of attention. And if bored, can resort to plucking their own feathers. Something which I think suits Dream's personality perfectly. However, they do learn new skills through social interaction, which I think would greatly benefit Dream. Cockatoos are also late risers, and will wait until the sun has warmed their roosting site before feeding. I can imagine Dream doing something similiar, except forcing everyone to wait until he was ready.

Blue would be a western bluebird. Besides the beautiful colour of the feathers which would match Blue's magic perfectly, they're highly social birds. And we all know how much Blue loves to have friends. On top of that, in Iroquois cosmology, the call of the bluebird was said to ward off the icy power of Sawiskera (Flint, the spirit of Winter). Maybe there's a deeper reason as to why Dream made Blue his personal guard...

Ink is definitely a magpie. Magpies are intelligent and often like collecting shiny things (more out of curiosity than anything), but it's what gave them the reputation of being thieves. They're so clever that they even like to play games. Because of these traits, it's known to be quite mischievous, and we all know that Ink loves mischief. However, even with all the stories about bad luck surrounding magpies, in some places, the magpie is seen as a messenger from the creator. And Ink is someone who loves to create. Do with that what you will.