#FIRST ASK

[fourfromtheink]

Can we get a bendystraw kiss?

They were secretly dating, but at the moment…they are complicated

[rave-slenderwoman]

dear slod it burns my eyes

@slendernephilim

Welcome to the club! Aren't you a curious looking slender? Doesn't matter, what's your name!!

[misterbeaverfever]

Hi! What do you think of evil builderman from block tales?

MY FIRST EVER ASK!! i can make text green how cool is that…. GREEN? like GRIEFER?

oh joyous day joyous day!! Hi Roy

i think hes a slimy SCOUNDREL!!

Ok no i like him…. Fight against him solo was NOT a fun time though. ill let it slide cuz his theme goes so hard its unbelievable

hatred is actually the only one of the 4 negative traits ive never paid TOOOO much attention to… ive always preferred him when hes in his builderman disguise though…. scratches chin thoughtfully

Hi! Bonus drawing. confetti goes off and balloons fly up

[rip2mycarradio]

love ur writing :))) pls pls pls do more luke idgaf what it is

OH MY GOSH THANK U SO MUCH!!! anything for u anon 💘

PINK BUBBLEGUM

giving hickeys to 2018 luke!!! slightly suggestive but not really. based off this song !!!!

༺☆༻

it always started the same way with luke. soft. sleepy. too close.

he’d pull you onto his lap under the excuse of “you’re too far,” like there wasn’t an entire empty couch to stretch out on. his hair was longer now, curling around his ears and brushing the nape of his neck, that golden-blonde color gone darker at the roots. it made him look older somehow—but softer, too. and when his hands came to rest low on your hips, big and warm and barely moving, you felt younger than ever. reckless.

the apartment was quiet except for the hum of some playlist he’d thrown on—fuzzy guitars, basslines that didn’t mean anything, the kind of songs that made everything feel like it was happening in slow motion. golden hour spilled through the curtains, turning everything honey-warm, and you felt drunk on it. on him.

you shifted a little in his lap, legs bracketing his thighs, your fingers teasing the collar of his oversized tee—one of the ones with a band logo so faded it was unreadable.

“you keep moving like that and i’m not gonna be able to pretend we’re watching tv,” he muttered, low and rough.

you smiled, nose brushing his. “what if i don’t want to pretend?”

his hands tightened on your hips, fingers digging in, and his breath hitched just slightly. you leaned in closer, lips grazing the corner of his jaw, and he tilted his head without hesitation, exposing that long neck like it belonged to you.

it did, kind of. at least for now.

you kissed just beneath his ear, slow and soft. his skin was warm, still damp from the shower he took earlier, and you could smell his shampoo—something minty, clean. he let out a quiet noise, more breath than sound, and you smiled against his skin.

“you’re good,” he murmured, hands sliding under your shirt, dragging against the small of your back.

you licked at the spot just below his jaw and sucked gently, leaving the faintest mark—nothing major, not yet. but enough to make him shift beneath you.

“i know,” you whispered.

his hands stilled, thumbs brushing your ribs. “yeah,” he said, voice gravelly. “you should.”

you kissed down the side of his neck, biting a little harder this time. the skin turned pink under your mouth, blooming slow, and his head dropped back against the couch cushion with a groan.

“fuck,” he breathed. “you’re really…. really gonna kill me.”

“yeah?” you murmured, mouth trailing down to his collarbone, teeth grazing just enough to make him twitch.

you pulled the neckline of his shirt aside, dragging your lips down until you found the space just above his chest—unguarded, smooth, flushed. you latched on, this time with purpose, sucking harder until the blood rose to the surface.

he cursed again, one hand fisting in the hem of your shirt.

“you—you’re gonna get me in trouble,” he mumbled, laughing breathlessly.

“with who?”

“the mirror. my band. literally anyone who sees me like this tomorrow.”

you sat back a little to admire your work—four hickeys already, one dark and defined near his collarbone. your fingers brushed across it, smug.

“good,” you said. “let them wonder.”

he laughed, that deep chesty sound that shook through his whole body, and then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back down into him. he kissed you then—messy and warm, tongue slipping into your mouth like he couldn’t help himself. you melted into it, letting yourself fall into the rhythm of him, the taste of his chapstick and the hum of his voice when you bit gently at his bottom lip.

his hands slid lower, cupping your ass now, grounding you to him.

“you’re unbelievable,” he muttered, mouth still brushing yours. “fuck, i love you.”

“do you?”

he blinked, something flickering behind his eyes. soft. wide. full.

then he smiled, kissed you again, and said, “always.”

I HOPE TIS WAS FOOD!!! thank you so much anon again!!!

[mrmcchickenn]

Ur sshrimpo and goob and finn doodles make me happy, they remind me of old 90's cartoons in a weird, nostalgic sense, would love to to see more of those straight-as-a-circle laddies 🙏🙏

Thank you so so much! I'm glad I'm able to make something that you enjoy ^^

[writerz-unite]

joey jordison x reader where he’s too shy to talk to reader, but admires her from afar xx

Staring - Joey Jordison X Reader.

Warnings - Maybe stalking? I don’t know if this counts.

Word count: 794

A/N: First ask!! And omg this is so cute!! <3 Timeline wasn’t mentioned in the request so I just made it a highschool au lol- hope that’s okay, enjoy!!

You were just sitting in history class, dozing off while the teacher kept rambling on their lecture. You were about to fall asleep when suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder, you quickly looked up to see your best friend.

“…What?” You said in a drowsy tone.

“That guy is looking at you.” She said pointing to someone across the classroom, but before you could even look over, he had already turned away.

“Who-“ You started to speak before she cut you off

“Ugh, nevermind, he turned away.” She scoffed before turning away from you. Well that was confusing, but you couldn’t help but wonder who she was talking about… Oh well, it doesn’t really matter.

You tried setting your head back down so you could get some sleep like you were originally going to do but the bell rang as soon as you set your head down on the desk. You got up while picking up your backpack and lazily walking to your next class, band.

When you got there, everyone had already got their instruments ready and all of their heads had turned to face you, you just rolled your eyes and headed to the small instrument storage in the back of the room, picking up your instrument and sitting down in a seat.

Throughout the entire hour, you couldn’t help but shake off the feeling that someone was looking at you, but you just tried to ignore the thought and get through this period, after this hour you could finally leave and go to the mall with your friend.

—AFTER SCHOOL

As the last bell rang you let out a sigh of relief and put your instrument up, grabbing your backpack, and walking out to your car to drive to the mall you promised you would meet your friend at yesterday.

As you got out of your car, you immediately noticed your friend waving and running up to you in excitement.

“Hey, [Y/N]!” She exclaimed, way more energetic than she was in history class.

“You seem happy.” You replied in a calm tone, still feeling the same sleepiness you felt in history.

“Well duh! My parents finally agreed to let me go out on my own for once!!”

You smiled a little at that, she kept the conversation going as you two walked in the mall. You went to several different stores before she stopped, her eyes widening.

“What? You look shocked.” You said a little confused

“There! That’s the guy who was staring at you in history!” She yelled loudly before pulling your arm and forcing you to look at him, Joey, the percussionist guy in your band class.

“Joey? Are you sure he wasn’t just looking at something else in history like a poster behind me or something?”

“No, no! You should’ve seen the look on his face! He was sort of admiring you in a way—“ She seemed hellbent on you believing her.

“—You should confront him.” She added at the end with a smirk on her face.

“What?! No— He probably wasn’t even looking at me— I’m not doing that.” You refused, though you were kind of debating it in your head. No, cut that out, [Y/N]. He wasn’t looking at you, or admiring you, either way, you aren’t talking to some random guy who did nothing wrong— You said to yourself before shaking your head and telling your friend that ‘We should just continue and ignore it.’

—THE NEXT DAY (BAND CLASS)

Today you were going to talk to him, just trusting what your best friend said. You waited patiently for the bell to ring, but the class felt like forever, you looked at the clock every minute, but it didn’t look like it was moving at all. After a century of waiting, the bell had finally rang, you quickly put up your instrument and waited at the band door for Joey. Just before he walked out you tapped his shoulder and mumbled ‘I need to talk to you’

“Hey um, were you staring at me in history yesterday?” You managed to say, if he said no you would’ve been so embarrassed—

“Oh- Uh… You noticed that?” Joey timidly asked, slight blush forming on his cheeks.

“…Yeah…” Suddenly, the air felt more tense, the other students had already ran out of the school so it was just you and Joey. In awkward silence.

“…Okay I’ll just admit it.” Joey sighed and spoke up, this made you perk up, Admit what? You asked yourself.

“—I like you, [Y/N], a lot. And I— Well… I was wondering if you’d wanna go out with me…” Your breath hitched as he said those words, you started to blush as-well before mumbling ‘yes’ under your breath.

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Notes: Wasn’t sure if this is what you wanted but tried my best! I hope you liked it <3

[leslongxia]

Ur art is so good and tasty :^) Have a good day!

<3<3<3

AAAAA- MY FIRST ASK THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR THE WARM WELCOME Excuse the terrible state of my comics, I really need get brushes and improve my quickness and artstyle (which is part of why I'm on Tumblr) I'LL DO MY BEST TO PROVIDE MORE !

[moldychefboyardeecan]

damon albarn period sex

red core

vampire!damon albarn x AFAB!reader, pet names

a/n: i literally know nothing about blur, i only know what i know from aves aka @avxoxo1 i think im going to go lay down now..

cw: period, blood, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering,jorkin it,cumming

wc: 1.4k

It was a dark and stormy night. Typically, during weather like this, you never truly cared for a visitor. Except for your Instacart and DoorDash orders delivering your shit dinner for tonight. Nothing else was on the menu for tonight, except for lethargy.Your lower body hurt like a bitch—cramping so hard it felt like your muscles were being shoved through a rusted industrial compressor. 

You lay sprawled on the couch in a hoodie three sizes too big, heating pad humming against your belly, phone acting as a dim light source.

“fuuuck.” you groaned out loud, to absolutely no one in the room.

All you wanted was for the day to end, and for you to wake up tomorrow, with at least enough energy to take care of yourself.Or eat something that wasn’t delivered in a greasy, flimsy paper bag.

Though, to no one's fucking surprise, when you wanted no one home, is when people knock on the door.

You’re not opening that damn door for NO ONE. Nope. Nope. You are in way too much pain to even get up. 

Knock, Knock. Again? Can’t the guy take a hint?

You buried your hands against your face, muffling yet another groan. You were feeling like garbage, your uterus eating itself alive. Today was not the day. For anything. You weren't dressed for anyone, not even for a mailman.

Until your phone buzzed and lit up on the armrest beside you.

“I swear to GOD,” you hissed.

Reluctantly, you check your phone to see who it is. 

One new message from: Damon 🖤

“I’m outside, luv. Brought some snacks.”

You’ve been dating him already for around a month now. Early enough that you don’t have to tell him everything about your life, and neither would he. 

He better have made it worth you standing up. Grumbling and muttering curses directed at anyone but you and your own internal organs, you open the door. He was there, a small brown plastic bag in his hand, stuffed with what you assume to be the snacks.

“Hey, come in.” You nodded your head towards the interior. He slipped inside, pulled off his hood, and hung up his sweater on the coat rack—the one you only put up for his trenchcoats he definitely doesn’t leave by accident.

He doesn’t say anything. He 's tense. Off-putting. Strange. 

You put a hand to his shoulder, trying to ease him. “Hey, are you okay?”

Little did you know, the smell of your period blood was intoxicating to his senses.

Damon did everything he could to keep his desires to himself. But fuck, the smell of the blood dripping out of your cunt were so delicious. “I’m fine, darling.” He answered, trying to keep his suave demeanor. He had brought you snacks– your natural remedy to anything. To be fair, he wasn't expecting you to be as divine as you were right now. 

You lay the snacks down and take the chocolate out of the bag; a Hershey’s king size milk chocolate bar. WIth the grace of a rabid raccoon, you ate it, guttural moans of pleasure and relief coming through you. If only it was him making those pretty noises out of you, and not the chocolate. His jaw stiffened, trying to keep himself in place. 

“You’re bleeding.” He stated bluntly.

How the fuck did he know that?

Hesitant, you ask, “how'd ya know..?”

Damon shrugged it off. “Lucky guess.”

You walk back onto the couch, lost in a daze of exhaustion and pain. Damon followed, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“Thanks by the way, for the snacks.” You thanked Damon, whose hand was rubbing your forearm up and down gently. Your eyes fluttered at the gentle touch, taking it all in. He kissed your temple, and laid his head back down. He was aching to taste your bleeding core so bad. He growled into the crook of your neck “You smell delicious, angel.” His hand traveled down to your breasts, where he started massaging them. 

Full, plump, and tender were the words he would use to describe your tits. His hand went under your hood now, massaging the bare flesh. You arched your back, hissing at the sensation. 

“I can smell it, you know” he said softly. “Not in a creepy way. Just... it’s strong. 

“Smell what?”

“Your blood.” Shamelessly, he put his face against the middle of your pants, where your core was. He took a deep breath, and took it all in. His hand went to your clothed center, the friction from your clothes sending his touch to your clit. 

“You into this, Damon?”

“Fuck, yes.” he opened his mouth, licking his now prominent fangs. 

“You’re a vampire.”

He didn’t deny it.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t even blink.

“You’re serious?” you asked, your voice not nearly as steady as your face.

Damon nodded, slow. Like he was waiting for you to scream. Or laugh. Or throw a crucifix.

Instead, you just… sighed.

“Does that bother you?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

“So what now?” you asked.

“Now,” he said softly, “I help you feel better. If you’ll let me.”

With that, you sighed—slow and heavy—tilting your hips forward in silent permission.

Damon moved like something unchained. Not rough. Not fast.

He hooked his hands onto your waistband, slowly taking off your pants, to reveal your panties, painted in red.

“Fuck, luv. Look at how you bleed.” He traced a finger over them, your breath hitching from the touch. The traces of blood on his fingers met his mouth, and his eyes revealed into hunger.

He kept rubbing his hands against your panties, licking the blood off of his fingers. He leaned in closer, and took a minute to smell the sweet slick and the sacred blood leaking out of you. He brushed his tongue over your panties, which had you mewling. 

“Fuck Damon–” He stopped using his tongue to spread that red paint over your panties like a canvas.

“hmm,princess?”

“please..” you whimpered, trailing off.

“Please, what?”

“Please, make me feel good.”

“Anything for my bunny.”

He ripped your panties off, allowing your cunt to shine red. He couldn't get enough of drinking your slick and blood.

You were wet and raw, all for him. He kissed your clit, loving and worshipping your bleeding pussy like it was holy. You were wide open for him, greedy girl. It's okay, he was going to take care of your aching hole.  

“Damon—” you gasped, hips twitching under his mouth.

“Say it again,” he growled, burying two fingers inside you without warning. You clenched around him, crying out. “Louder, angel. Let me feel how much you need this.”

You cried out louder. You looked so pretty sitting like that for him, legs wide open while you bleed. You made such a good singer for him when he made you hit all the right notes.

“Good girl” he growled, while curling his fingers up so well you scream again. He keeps playing with you, moving his fingers up and down, his hands pooling up the blood and pleasure from you, while his other hand circles your clit.

���D-Damon, I’m cl-mm- close” You say, legs quivering from stimulation. 

He takes his fingers out, the strings of your slick sticking to him. He took his fingers and put them in his mouth, savoring every lick. You miss his warmth in you, but that thought would be casted aside as he fits his tongue into your cunt. His tongue took every flavor in, his cock so hard he couldn't help but take out. Now that his hands were free, he started stroking from his tip to his shaft, but it didn't take long for him to cum. The way his nose was touching your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, how your pussy spasmed as you reached you peak on his tongue, his release was inevitable.

 You trembled beneath him, legs shaking, breath catching like your body couldn’t decide if it was overwhelmed or blessed. Damon pulled back slowly, lips stained red, eyes soft and wild all at once. He kissed the inside of your thigh—tender, reverent—then crawled up to you.

He didn't say anything at first. Just laid beside you, arms slipping around your waist, his mouth brushing your temple like a prayer.

"Still think I’m a monster?" he whispered.

You turned your head, eyelids fluttering shut, too blissed-out to lie.

"No. I never thought you were."

[konikatt2]

If you still accept requests

Could you draw me Cloud Jay? (CJ)

-Here's a silly doodle of CJ ! Thanks for requesting ^w^

[silverstormsxx]

AU Idea: Combination of the Player being this unfathomably powerful eldritch being and also a child

Kind of like The Collector from TOH I guess?

Oooh that would be fun!!!!!

like. imagine being kris and knowing that the thing possessing you can erase anyone and anything from reality anytime it wants, can change the course of the fate of the world itself, can bestow upon others power beyond their wildest dreams..

and also at the same time hearing it be like: "this puzzle is too hard im getting my sister to do it for me >:(..stupid puzzle..."

[indecisiveoverthinking]

Can we please have the player interacting with sheriff toadster

YIPEE MY VERY FIRST ASK!

And of course! Here's some doodles I did!

*Discusses about the other mascots*

[ikktygcto]

Hey! I have a soft Hyunjin fic idea ....

The reader is hanging out at Hyunjin’s place on a rainy day, and while they’re distracted, he starts sketching them. Later, they find his sketchbook filled with drawings of themselves—little moments he’s captured over time. It’s a quiet, cozy realization that he’s been in love with them all along. Soft, best-friends-to-lovers vibes with rain as the perfect backdrop. (I love ur work so much. 'accidental' was beautiful ( and my fav hehhe)❣️)

omg my first ask and request! first of all, thank you for reading my work! im glad that one of my pieces is your favourite :))). ok, back to your request, i really love it. sooo much. i will gladly do it - it will be published in a few days! i love you nonnie 💋

[maxinehufflepuffprincess]

I’m legit so torn over your poll cause on the one hand I feel your Chishiya values his partners and would wanna tell them his plan, but on the other hand reader may need more protection or feel more conflicted than Niragi so maybe he’d just tell Niragi especially to ensure readers safety, but on the OTHER hand what if he wants to ensure nothing goes wrong with the plan and having people pretend and so he thinks not telling them at all is doing more good 😩

Oh my golly gosh. My first ask? Hello. What is happening to me right now? I made a fic about Chishiya thinking it would legit go nowhere, now I have a collection of stories, a taglist and people who actually enjoy what I'm doing. Like, what is my life right now?

I love that you know how Love Line Chishiya views his partners.

This is why I put the poll up, because I was and still am so conflicted. Because Chishiya doesn't want this to go wrong. He wants for reader and Niragi to be safe. He wants Kuina to be safe. Niragi could react in so many ways if he finds out. He could agree, be on board and be the eyes on the inside.

Or he could agree but not do anything, just watching for just in case. He could disagree and do nothing, or try to get Chishiya to stop. A part of me is very tempted to make alternate versions, maybe? Idk. I'm gonna see how the poll ends and then if any of the options do really well, I may make the alternate versions but we'll see.

Thank you for reading these crazy little stories I've made and for supporting me. And thank you for being my first ask. Right, I am waffling on now so I'm gonna stop.

Thank you again @potato-vagina

[slashfic-daydreams]

Got any voice headcanons for the slashers?

Slashers Voice Headcanons

Fandom(s): Slashfic Dorian

Character(s): Ghost, Leather, Jay, Mike

Pairing(s): None

Writing Style: Headcanons

Genre(s): N/A

Warning(s): None

Note: Yeah, I do! It took me a while to find the perfect ones, but here are my claims. Also, thanks for the first ask! It's really a pleasure to write this :D

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Voice Claim: Kyle Herbert

I often like to imagine that Ghost's voice is not very deep, but it isn't that high-pitched either. Y'know he's somewhere in between.

Since Herbert voiced a lot of characters, I'm specifically referring to when he dubbed Gohan from Dragon Ball Z.

My mind usually thinks that his voice is frequently laced with confidence and sass, which is also fitting for his overall personality.

Voice Claim: Sam Elliott

You have no idea how much research I did just to find the perfect voice for my perfect man.

His voice is similar to Butch from The Good Dinosaur.

I will always believe that Leather has this deep, gruff voice with that sexy Southern accent that he got from his home. You can't change my mind.

Voice Claim: Jason Marsden

Jay is pretty much the childlike slasher among the group, so he might as well have a voice that differs from the three.

I like to think that his voice is gentle and intimate. He's quite soft-spoken, and it's honestly both surprising and not.

His voice is similar to Thackery Binx in the movie Hocus Pocus (1993). Although Murray is the actor, his voice was replaced with Marsden's.

Voice Claim: Patrick Stewart

Okay, we all know this: if you ever meet a character that has a brooding face and long hair, our first thought is that he's got that deep voice. And you're right.

Similar to Leather, his voice is deep and gruff. The only difference is that Mike's voice is much deeper compared to him.

We all know that Mike is a guy of a few words, so whenever he speaks, it's usually inaudible because it sounds like a low grumble.

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[t1wl1ghts]

If you have any, what are some darker headcanons you have of Killer!Sans?

MY FIRST ASK WOOOOOOO!!

TW: SELF HARM, HALLUCINATIONS, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, EATING DISORDER (?)

꩜ I like the idea of his vision either being normal or extremely messed up depending on what stage he's at! (inspo: astray-anomaly)

꩜ But not just does his vision get incredibly blurry but he has a form of prosopagnosia that gets worse around stage 3 or 4. Where he even struggles to differentiate the Star Sanes from his team.

꩜ He is rarely in stage 1, it's very rare to see him like that. The only person who's been able to see him like that is Nightmare and Color, no one else would see him like that.

꩜ I do think he would have DID or at least something similar to it. Along with MAJOR PTSD, he would have some major trust issues. So getting close to him would be EXTREMELY hard, he most likely would be hypervigilant, and have flashbacks.

꩜ He has depersonalization disorder, I think for him he would have the mindset/coping mechanism of "This is all a game nothing is real", and would try to disconnect from reality and what he's doing. This would cause him to feel like he's just watching himself act out his violent behavior without controlling it.

꩜ He experiences hallucinations, not to the same degree as Dust who would have constant hallucinations, but Killer would have his moments. He'd mainly suffer from auditory hallucinations, voices constantly whispering to him. Some examples are commanding voices such as a voice saying, "Hurt him now," "Kill her," or "End your life." or some voices insulting him "You deserved everything' or "You deserve this punishment", Voices arguing with each other Example: Voices saying, "We should kill him," followed by another voice saying, "No, wait, he isn’t ready yet," making him paranoid. And last distorted sounds of violence, the sound of a knife cutting through flesh, yelling, screaming even in a silent room.

꩜ Bro abuses percs like his life depends on it, even though sometimes it can cause his paranoia and hallucinations to get worse but the highs where he just gets a rush of pure euphoria, all the negative emotions and thoughts leaving him, all the aches and pains in his body magically fading away replaced by warmth and numbness are what keeps him coming back to it.

꩜ He cuts himself for sure, there is nothing he can do to permanently escape from the quilt he feels from killing everyone he loves, his friends, his neighbors, and his brother. He definitely gets a rush whenever he cuts a little too deep, even though he doesn't actively try to kill himself he's not opposed to one day just bleeding out. He won't take care of the wounds either, he'll leave them to fester, bleed, and possibly get an infection. He'll even get injured on purpose during battles, just in case one day it'll kill him. Also because he just likes the physical pain, it's easier to focus on than what's going on inside his head.

꩜ Since he hardly takes care of his own wounds, he doesn't bother to bathe that much, he'll hardly ever change his clothes unless they're completely torn up or nightmare says something about it, though he hardly does. Even if he was to change he'll just get into less dirty clothes. He doesn't do his laundry anyway. Showers, brushing his teeth, and taking care of himself in general are basically nonexistent to him. He claims it's because he's lazy if asked why, but he just doesn't see himself worthy of such things.

꩜ He doesn't eat much either, he doesn't completely starve himself but just like every other problem he has, he just doesn't see himself good enough to eat.

꩜ He has major night terrors, he hardly gets any sleep which absolutely crushes him, if there's anything a Sans is good at it's sleeping. For him, it's just another soul-crushing reminder of what he used to be, happy, punny, a fun-loving skeleton...now he's just a shell of what he used to be.

[cry-anom]

SHOW YOUR OCS >:3

Oh shi-

Thanks for the ask ;)

I have a lot LOT of oc's ( too much or too little creativity ig ) though I don't have a foto for all of them cuz I'm busy sooo....

But! When I'm bored I like to use a site called picrew™ that helps me with it ( and I drew it kinda recently? I was feeling kinda lazy ), here! Hope it satisfies you ^w^/

( I didn't colored them yet ;-; )

Ty for the ask!

My very first one

( edit: though I do have some undertale aus if that's what you're talking about)