#Love this silly skeleton

[beansayshi]

Really quick doodle of the icon himself

Cringetober Day 8: Tumblr Sexyman

[pebbleyoufindonthestreet]

Papyrus doodle page! He’s so silly

(I’ve been drawing his brother much more lately, I hope he isn’t too mad at me lol)

[1000deaddraculas]

The Infinite and the Divine // The Twice Dead King

[artpepkin]

Skele-sona! Skele-sona!!

Trying to draw things in between commissions and I forgot to ever post this jshdjd

[absurdumsid]

just got home, drew these dummies otw

Murder! Sans belongs to ask-dusttale

Horror! Sans belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios

Killer! Sans belongs to rahafwabas

[spotlightstudios]

Ayo!!! It's been a while since I've drawn utau (utmv?) stuff in a fully rendered style, so.... when I saw @itsxroxannex had a dtiys I had to shoot my shot!

Actually, I don't think I've ever done a dtyis before 👀 so this was really fun.

(Speedpaint and More Process Rambles beneath the cut ♡)

I... actually don't think I've ever drawn Passive!NM either tbh. This entire drawing was kinda like a personal challenge to myself, since I often lack w/ backgrounds too.

I did kinda a study on the originals background, because I tend to just draw characters w/o a solid background, and when I do add a background characters usually blend into it a lil too well to discern figures, so the color choices and soft loose lines compared to the hard lines + cell shading felt really nice.

I also decided to go back to Procreate for this one too! Normally I draw w/ Medibang these days, but I learned to draw utau stuff on Procreate and so drawing them elsewhere feels wrong.

And, of course, the last note I'll add in the actual post: my sketch process is trash lmao. Literally I just wing the shapes of clothes and junk based on the vibes and resize as needed. I love looking at the og sketch tho cuz it's so... bald. No under-form, no indicator of limbs, nothing.

[lime-ether]

Okay, i make gif

[ratstuckintheblender]

RAHH FANFIC FANCOMIC(???) in love wit them fr more coming soon im working on it. Trust 🙏🙏💪💪🔥🔥🔥

Chapter/fic

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Author: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BattleMaiden13/pseuds/BattleMaiden13

@battlemaiden13

SNEAK PEEKKK

[brine-in-my-eyes]

Trick or treat!! 🐈‍⬛🎃‼️

Here's your treat! FANART FOR YOUR AU ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

I hope u enjoy it heeehhehee :333333 This AU will literally never leave my mind. I really love the story and I'm so happy to have been able to read it so far. Gahhhhhh im literally screaming and wondering what happens next. Anyways, happy halloween!!!!!!!! 🎃 🍭 🍬 🕯️

PS: The @berensteinsmonster is my main art blog. i just use that handle for all art i do lmao

[trunklewunjle]

Woe bone pile sheet be upon ye

Ink belongs to comyet

Error belongs to CrayonQueen

Cross belongs to JakeiArtWork

Dream belongs to Jokublog

[zocchini37]

Been thinking about them :3c 🦴🦴🦴

[smokbeast]

before I start posting more merlot or answering asks I wanna show the reason that sassy bitch exists, this is Fraktur point, or frak. He’s his own undertale oc with my friend’s and that crazzee bastard made me cave to the swap fell and more JDMDMDM

SO ABOUT FRAK BELOW!

He’s from an au called BETATALE, essentially the joke of it being. The beta version of undertale. Everything is relatively the same but with beta adjacents of undertale characters. In frak’s case, he is the “papyrus” variant, but also more. He is not a papyrus but inspired by one, he does not have a brother however.

he is a royal guardsman and was once an ex royal scientist with Dr.gaster, however you ask him about this he will not recall a word.

he loves jokes and making tamales! He’s a bit of a klutz and forgets things frequently. However tell him a pun joke or call a pig in a blanket a tamale and u will die.

he’s a bit of a nerd and kinda socially awkward as no one really tries to be friends with him. So when you talk to him he gets really loud and excited and then freaks out and becomes self conscious and walts away.

he had a wife, she died, he never once mentioned this to anyone. And pretends everything is fine…CONStantly

he is always smiling, but once you make him upset, that smile is gone

he is 5’8’

he doesnt like the stars on his head to be visible, only those close to him can see it.

frak has fire powers thanks to an experiment he got into. They can make him a lil nuts sometimes

frak has the power of SAVE and RELOAD, he can jump the multiverse and cause save points in case of emergencies or to travel. But he is cautious of this power as he knows it’s wildly abused in the multiverse.

merlot is his wife, that’s the girl boss, and Roman is his hubband, that’s his manlet

dark, dark and darker.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

The eggs are asleep, and finally Philza and Missa can catch a moment to themselves. Unfortunately, catching that moment means admitting to the injuries they have been hiding from their children - fussing over scratches while having arrowheads lodged next to your spine is the duty of a parent on Quesadilla Island, but an exhausting one.

Missa's quick fingers manage to pull said arrowhead from Philza's back, the momentary flash of pain causing him to nearly drop the iodine solution. He doesn't, though, just a little stain on the floorboards, and so he continues applying it to the wound in Missa's leg.

He barely notices the scratch of a needle against his back, but Missa cannot help but whine as the gauze is pressed against his wound.

"I hate it here," Missa manages, thankfully in English as Philza is in no position to twist and see his translator. "Why is everything trying to kill us?"

"The island fucking hates us, is why," Philza grouches, reaching over for a bandage. He's managed to get Missa's leg to stop bleeding, but it should still be covered. "Enjoy the island my ass."

Missa giggles a bit, even as he tapes a dressing in place over the arrow wound. He says something in Spanish which is definitely too fast for Philza to parse; he tries to turn and look, only to be gently pressed back into position.

"It's nothing," Missa assures him. "But the skeletons! Why are they so bad?"

"The skeletons aren't even the worst of it," Philza groans back. "If you ever see glowing eyes and nothing else? Run."

There's a long pause, and Philza hopes that Missa understands the severity of his warning - a Nightmare Stalker is exactly that, and Philza knows Missa is not nearly equipped to handle one. If he struggles as he does, he doesn't want to think about how his partner would suffer in his stead.

"It's okay," Missa pats his shoulder a few times, leaning around his wings to do so. "I'm good at running. It's my special talent!"

"You're good at a lot of things," Philza promises.

Missa doesn't reply; this time when Philza turns, he is allowed to. His entire body aching he sits himself up and twists himself around, taking Missa's face him his hands.

"You are so good," he promises. "So, so good. There's nobody else I would want to raise my eggs with."

There's more on the tip of his tongue; Philza quashes it as Missa closes his eyes, rest of his expression hidden by his mask.

Philza can see Missa struggle with his words for a bit - he's always amazed how someone can make themselves understood in two languages - before eventually receiving, "you are the best egg father."

"We have the best egg child," he retorts.

"We do!" Missa's entire body language perks up. "Chayanne is the best egg child, and he is ours. We are so lucky."

"We really are."

Philza isn't sure when it happens, but eventually he realises that he has leant forward, his forehead resting against Missa's mask. He closes his eyes and savours it, feeling as Missa loosely places his arms across his bare back - Philza needs his for support, one either side of Missa's hips and taking his weight, but otherwise he would do much the same.

The two of them stay in silence for a while, savouring each other's presence. The pain is still there, from protecting their children, and yet... In a simple house of oak and glass, for a moment it is all peace.

"Run away with me."

This is not how Philza had ever meant to bring it up, but the words slip out of their own accord.

Missa startles, eyes wide and spine straight as he blinks himself out of the peaceful haze, "qué?!"

"Run away with me," he shifts so he can see all of Missa's face, taking both of his partner's hands in his own. "Take the children, and run away. Find a way off this island, and to another world - one where the skeletons are the /only/ thing to worry about. I'll build you another house and we'll make it a home. Any colour you like, with a fence and walls and real bedrooms and a kitchen for Chayanne and gardens for Tallulah... You can have your own music room and kick Wilbur out for trying to steal your guitar, and we can sit on the roof in the moonlight and you can sing and I'll dance with the children asleep beneath us and no risk of zombie horsemen on our tail."

"But how-" a small whine catches in Missa's throat. "How do we get away? They said we cannot leave."

"There's always a way to leave," Philza says. "We just have to find it."

There's hands in his wings, and Philza startles.

"Your wings are so big... If they healed, you could fly away," Missa says, something wishful in his tone. "Up and up and far, far away, so far they could never catch you."

"And leave you behind?" he asks.

"You'd come back for Chayanne. And I... I could follow you then?"

"Even if something happens to Chayanne, I'd come back for you," Philza promises. "I won't leave you here, not in this hell."

"You wouldn't leave anyone here, if you could help it."

"Probably," Philza admits. "But I wouldn't come back for them, not if I didn't know I could escape again - I'd come back for you."

"I'll wait for you," Missa seems almost to melt in Philza's touch, whimpering as he curls in on him. Philza isn't even sure what he said wrong, just that his egg partner is clinging to him, whimpering.

"We might not always be together," he tries to reassure. "But I will always come back for you - I'll always find you. There's no point in running away if we don't run away together; if some day I /can/ fly away, I'd only do it to come back with help."

The whimpering turns to sobbing, and Philza adjusts his position to hold Missa properly. The hands in his feathers dig deep - one finger catches on some tape holding one of the litany of dressings in place - but Philza just holds Missa and worries.

Why this reaction? Was it something he said?

He stops talking just in case; Missa clearly wants a hug, so he just holds him, understanding only odd words of the broken fragments of Spanish between the sobs.

Eventually the tears slow; Missa pulls away, still sniffling.

"And... Spreen can come?"

"He can live next door, if he wants," Philza promises; it'll be a little hard to negotiate with Fit, but interpersonal drama is just a part of life. "A whole new town for /everyone/ - all of the islanders, and all of our friends. Maybe if we let his ex in Forever will even stop hitting on me."

That earns a laugh, if a bit of a wet one.

"I want to dance with you," Missa says.

"With no zombie riders," Philza promises. "Maybe tomorrow we could dance a bit at the Favela? But, one day, we'll do it somewhere safe."

"On the roof, under the moon?"

"I'll make a roof specially designed for it."

The tears slow some more, and Missa drops to actually lie on the bed.

"Do you really think we'll escape?" Missa turns to Philza and asks. "We broke the Wall, and the Federation-"

Philza moves to lie beside him - on his front while Missa is on his back - and takes a hand. "We will. I promise."

"But-"

"Someone cleverer than us will work it out," he smiles to Missa. "We've just got to survive while they do."

"And if they don't?"

"Then I'll burn the Federation to the ground."

[kowtownart]

This dude!! This guy!! He is so cute that i just had to draw him!

Dr. Kia Lockhart belongs to @xsunnysoftx

Just look at him!! Going on a tangent while the dogs are… definitely paying attention!!

[crabussy]

GRIPPING MY HEAD SCREAMING CRYING. BUGBO ISNT HORROR. IT ISNT A HORROR SERIES. STOP PUTTING HIM IN YOUR YOUTUBE HORROR VIDEO SERIES IT LITERALLY ISNT HORROR. THE CREATOR HAS SAID THAT IT ISNT HORROR. HE LOVES HIS FRIENDS AND HE

[a-ghoulish-guy]

Your honour,

My comfort creator.