#handplates reference

[jazze-bee]

get out of my head sans undertale..

[sysig]

The familiarity is not very comforting (Patreon)

[troubldteenz]

collection of wreck it ralph drawings

ew this guy

[popiplant]

*erererer

[dar-kat]

Papyrus drawing

Idk, I just wanted to make that drawing of Papyrus.

I think I went too far with the lighter XD

Original (by Zarla-s):

[elanor2510]

He lifted her (cheating, but still)

To that one @zarla-s drabble where he couldn't

[d8tl55c]

early in the morning after dead'nt, orange has a question.

usually he'd still be asleep long past now, but he wanted to ask about... TDL.

without the others interrupting.

so, he goes to chosen's door.

immediately this plan starts to slip off the rails.

no one knows where dark is.

...........because the others may or may not have spent the entirety of last night searching for him in every nook and cranny except there and they said they'd tell him if they found him and no one woke him up yet so

that means, the only logical conclusion is: he's in chosen's room.

so how is orange gonna ask chosen his question????

well, usually, chosen lets him just walk in.

s0!

here goes nothin

he opens the utterly silent door.

green made it special for cho, because they didn't want anyone to ever hear it being opened.

as a special bonus, yellow was able to code the door in such a way that it would never need any maintenance related to sound: its hinges and latches would stay pristinely quiet, forever.

so chosen doesn't wake up when orange sneaks inside.

they wake up when orange takes one step in, spots bright red, and fails to stifle a gasp.

"oh shit!!" orange whispers.

chosen's eyes peek over the covers.

"I'm sorry! i didn't know- uh, i would've- if um- i can come back later-"

they stare at him. "what's wrong." chosen prefers clear and concise, especially early in the morning.

"you-" orange carefully picks his next words. "and him-"

they're in the same bed.

"yep." chosen nods.

orange stands there.

then he shrugs.

"um, sorry. on our shows, this is always a big point of conflict. we don't know why. so i just didn't want to- you know. assume otherwise."

"oh. thanks...?" chosen blinks sleepily. "yeah, it's okay."

"okay!"

"you wanted something?"

"yeah, so-"

orange cuts off again midsentence.

TDL is beginning to stir.

dark emits the highest little squeak-whine that orange has ever heard (even compared to red's baby rabbits), and raises a hand to tug chosen back down to the pillow.

chosen turns their entire face to him, trilling.

they both perform a little brushy-brushy head bonk thing.

then chosen maneuvers their body (under the covers) so it, presumably, mingles more tightly with dark's.

this is satisfactory - for now. dark grumbles about it and stuffs his head under chosen's chin.

orange stands pixel-perfectly still by the door.

"you were saying?" chosen finally turns back to him.

"uh," orange stalls.

dark's eyes open.

he awakens with terrifying speed, untangling from chosen, hoisting up from the covers, and raising a warning fireball within milliseconds.

the room shifts into blazing color and stark shadows.

he shrieks,

"GET OUT!!!"

it seems dark does not, "okay" this situation.

orange drops, scrambles, and miraculously operates the door with enough precision to tumble out the other side unscathed.

silently, the door shuts itself behind him.

...

the fireball is put away.

...

"cho, why do you allow The Beast into your room?"

chosen snorts. "it was him who rebuilt you."

dark snarls. "are you SURE it wasn't some trick? you watched the whole time? i don't trust it."

"i trust him."

"why? how?? you do understand why i have reservations about it???"

"yes," chosen nods. "But I trust him."

They press their very cold head into dark's very warm head, and both of them sigh in relief.

"He brought me you."

dark huffs. "mm."

...

"and other things," chosen concedes. "you... weren't there."

"tell me."

...

outside, orange is still collapsed, upside down, against the wall, across from chosen's door, where he crashed earlier in his escape.

red has just found him while coming upstairs to check out the commotion.

"orange!? u okay?"

"yeap," orange strains. "all good."

"what happened?"

orange's hand flops on the floor towards chosen's door. "you were right. dark's in there."

red takes a second to digest this.

then his hands fly up to his mouth.

"what're they doing in there?????? did you see???"

"yes. i dunno."

"were they ? ? ?

fucking ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?"

orange squints at him.

through the door, two voices loudly interrupt,

"NO!"

the angrier voice adds,

"AND FUCK OFF!"

red squeaks and hurries back down the stairs.

orange sighs deeply.

this has been a terrible learning experience for all.

[madbard]

A continuation of that Dustplates post from earlier…

In the original Handplates, the Player’s curiosity ultimately frees Gaster, allowing him to contact Sans and Papyrus and restore their memories. In a Dusttale universe, the Player would never reach this point. Driven by their fixation on the genocide route, they would completely miss out on all the secrets a Handplates universe has to offer. Those memories would remain off limits, and those years would remain a mystery to Dust.

Until.

Until that mission to spread negativity in a young universe. Initial scans revealed what appeared to be a classic universe. The final human had not fallen yet - this world balanced on a knife’s edge and didn’t even realize it. The mission was simple - break in, cause chaos and misery, then retreat before the Stars could arrive. And at first, all went smoothly.

Horror rigged the trap and puzzle systems scattered throughout the Underground. Cross created panic, wrecking buildings and terrorizing passerby. Killer killed Gerson and challenged Asgore and Undyne to a battle. Nightmare slunk through the Underground, feeding on fear and despair, offering assistance when his henchmen needed it. Throughout all this, Dust remained in the shadows, searching for the perfect place to strike to cause maximum damage. That’s when he spotted Gaster.

Gaster was a bit of a question mark throughout the multiverse. Sometimes kind, sometimes cruel - in many worlds the genius had disintegrated into the very fabric of reality, leaving behind only echoes. Still, in worlds like this one, Gaster served as a beacon. What better way to bring about darkness than to destroy the one who had brought light and power to the Underground? Dust gave chase.

It quickly became clear that this Gaster was not a fighter. He sent a few powerful attacks in Dust’s direction but quickly retreated, turning and heading ever deeper into Hotland, making a beeline for his lab. Watching the scientist’s desperation, Dust tempered his attacks. If Gaster was so eager to return to his lab, there must be something important there, right? Perhaps some vital research that Dust could destroy, if he found it…

He tracked Gaster through his lab, until they reached a small hallway lined with forcefields. Here, Gaster suddenly turned on Dust and attacked with all the ferocity he could muster. Pleased to have found the most important area of the lab, Dust fought back, sending attack after incredibly powerful attack until the doctor was reduced to 1 HP. Gaster looked at Dust, and for a moment something like recognition flickered across his face. He opened his mouth to say something -

A bone slashed through his chest, and Gaster crumbled to dust.

Dust took a moment to steady his magic, panting through the scarf that hid the bottom half of his face. He leaned against the wall and felt his grin widen slightly - until he heard it.

“St-stay away from us!”

Dust froze. Beyond the forcefield lay two young children. The smaller one pressed itself against the far wall, trying to disappear. The larger one stood before it, summoning a small forest of blue and white bone attacks to surround and protect them both. That voice - higher than he remembered, and it trembled like a leaf. But there it was, clear as day.

A vision of a room just like this. A force field, just like this… and a silver plate welded onto the back of his hand… just like theirs…

Dust killed them. Didn’t he? He must have… that’s what he told himself at least as he paced his room back at Nightmare’s castle, on guard for when the others returned. Hadn’t he killed them? (Or had he broken the lock on their cell before vanishing from that world forever?)

He didn’t know. And he didn’t know what it meant. Apart from those images, he couldn’t remember… and it struck him that he hadn’t remembered the human’s resets, either. Not at first. It struck him that one could be a prisoner and never know it. He ripped off his glove, and the plate on his hand gleamed in the dim light. S-1… his name? Or the name of an experiment, someone else’s property?

He didn’t know. He didn’t know.

But he knew this.

He had sworn he would never be a prisoner again.

…

That night, the others didn’t think much of Dust’s absence. He often worked alone, and after the Stars showed up they assumed he must have left alone too. So they weren’t concerned… until he entered the room and collapsed against the table.

Horror leapt to his feet, rushing over to where Dust leaned against the table, breathing hard, his remaining eye light gleaming just a little too bright. Nightmare rose soon afterwards, walking over to where the two of them stood. He checked Dust’s HP and found that it was low - not dangerously so, but too much for such a routine mission.

“What happened?” Nightmare demanded, steadying the assassin with a tentacle as Horror brought over some healing food. Dust laughed and shook his head. “What. Happened?” This time, the lights flickered. Nightmare’s magic reached out, tamping Dust’s emotions as one might put out a low flame. Dust’s eyelight dimmed and he sagged a bit. The laughter stopped. Shoulders shaking, Dust lifted his right hand out of his pocket.

The bone was decimated. Bits of it seemed to have crumbled, while others were hacked away. His ring finger was gone, and some of the others looked nearly damaged enough to dust away. Immediately, Nightmare activated his emerald healing magic. Dust watched as the wound on his hand began to seal shut and harden, leaving behind fresh scars.

The plate which had marked that hand was gone.

Dust laughed.

“I don’t belong to him anymore.”

[dollopopaint]

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-DISCLAIMER-

None of the artwork shown is traced, all art in this post is drawn by @dollopopaint . However, I did take direct reference from others artstyles for this art project. Credits of each reference is listed below.

If a creator does not wish to be mentioned in this post OR I’ve credited wrong please contact me immediately!

littletale - @mudkipful

storyspin -

understeam - @ms1sharklee

abysstale - @metakazkz

gztale - @/golzyblazey

other!tale - @superyoumna

quantumtale - @/perfectshadow06

dusttale - @ask-dusttale

handplates - @zarla-s

underpants - @/SrPelo

[zarla-s]

Are you ever going to make a character reference for handplates gaster

My first thought was like "of course I've done a ref sheet" and then I thought wait... have I? SO HERE IT IS AFTER THE COMIC HAS ALREADY BEEN FINISHED my timing is impeccable. I THINK this should cover everything... I guess if I forgot something I can add it later, haha.

Edit: People seem startled that he's shorter than Undyne! I just headcanon her as very tall lol.

(the illustration mentioned)

[index] [patreon] [comicfury]

[starry-nighty]

Compilation of fun Handplates facts, because this comic lives in my head rent free (PART 2)

*Gaster never asks for help both in his dream and when he is falling in the Core because he thinks that no one will come to save him

*Sans and Papyrus both reference Gaster without noticing (Sans when Alphys says that she thought that there werent any skeletons left, and Sans says that she is 1/3rd right, referencing him, Papyrus and Gaster. And Papyrus when he says that Sans thinks that he is stupid and doesnt wants to tell him anything because he thinks that he isnt going to understand, just like when Gaster never told him anything because he thought that Papyrus wouldn't understand)

*You can sometimes see marks on Sans an Papyrus's faces that look like Gaster's scars

*You can also see the same marks on younger Gaster's face in some extra material

[sabianandocs]

Undertale Content Masterlist 1

For those of you here for my Undertale content! I'm trying to get it all organized nice but some things might end up in weird places... Oh well! I hope you enjoy regardless!

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Masterlist 2! Because Tumblr stopped me from adding more stuff here but I cannot be stopped

Comics

Papyrus Dies Neutral Timeline

Part 1

Part 2

Miscellaneous

Papyrus the ladykiller

A self-indulgent minicomic

Bedtime

An electrifying pun

Hallucinations of a Dying Mind

Papyrus' bad eyesight

The Skelebros' Thift shopping adventure (3 parts)

That flower..

Guilt

A fan

Carried Home

The best way to show affection

Not common knowledge

Sans chronic pain hc

Another handshake prank

'Nice' Art (all finished and such)

...pay your tab... (Sansby)

A giant teddy bear and a living space heater (Sansby)

Personal space heater (Sansby)

Colored Undyne Panel

Shameless self insert

The Put Things On His Head game

Skelebros Sticker

Flustered Grillby

Liar

Hoist Girlfriend (Alphyne)

Pretty bad

Human Designs

Human Sans & Grillby

Human Sansby again (tw: suggestive)

More Human Sansby (I'm unstoppable)

Skelebros color reference

Sketches

Angry Sans

Sans & Papyrus expression practice

Have you seen these skeletons?

Papyrus Valentine

Alarm Clock Dialogues

Dry Erase Board Papyrus

Dad?

Monster Kid

Another skelebros in fun outfits post

More Thrift Shopping Adventures

Alphyne! And. Also papyrus

Sleepy Skeletons

How. Sansby kiss

Smush faces (Sansby)

Sans doodle

Science Time

Notes doodles

Sans Birthday

A Page of Papyri

Gaster & Skelebros lore(?)

Papyrus' theory

Burgerpants and Nice cream guy

Undyne doodles & tiny Undyne

Mettaton is Tall

Alphyne doodle

Answering Asks/Requests

#1: Sans & Papyrus see Chara

#2: Papyrus meets Mettaton

#3: Handplates Fandoodles

#4: Skelebros bonding

#5: Grillby doodles

#6: Asgore tries boba tea

#6.5: Asgore doodle

#7: Grillby's tail

#8: The Tumblr Sexyman

#9: A tangent about elementals

#10: Tea Party

#11: Asgore tries sweet tea

#12: Mettaton doodles!

#13: More doodles (Asgore, Grillby, and the skelebros)

#14: More Grillby Doodles

#15: Burgerpants

#16: Asgore reads you a story

#17: Doggo

#18: Human Sans with his hair down

#19: Thoughts on Gaster

#20: Science Buddies (Sans & Alphys)

#21: Gaster & Skelebro lore

#22: Undertale AUs

#23: Human Sansby request

#24: Information on Sans' chronic pain

#25: Grillby in a dress

#26: Huge skelebro lore dump

#26: Human Grillby request (and bonus Sansby)

#27: Papyrus lore dump

#28: Grillby watches House MD

#29: Grillby Lore

#30: Ship Request: Grillby & Asgore

#31: More Mettaton & Papyrus

Doodle Pages

Miscellaneous doodles #1

Miscellaneous doodles #2

Miscellaneous doodles #3

Miscellaneous doodles #4

Miscellaneous doodles #5

[dragoon5672]

My friends ask me why I can’t play pool anymore

This is why 💀

This is all unpainted, 3D-printed via the Galactic Armory pattern. Used an Ender3 3D printer (since it’s super inexpensive but very hardy. It’s an amazing printer for someone who isn’t used to 3D printing yet)

Only the helmet and left handplate are sanded. The goggles were finished, but the arm snapped off so they’ll need to be reprinted (a soddering iron couldn’t fix it, so I’d rather it be reprinted to save its durability and appearance)

Printed this as well, sorry for the fancy portrait of Tech’s butt here

This is me in it, plus a bonus rotation animation I did to try and help my muscle memory (and get a feel for anything that might need to be fixed in the Galactic Armory pattern). 3D model reference found at Cults3d.com (The Bad Batch Tech helmet model)

I’ll hopefully be posting my progress on here! I’m super new to cosplaying so this is quite the undertaking for what’s basically a first project 💀 So much thanks to my dad for helping me with this I could not do it without him

[wickjump]

HELLO INTERNET AND WELCOME TO [wickjump]: REDUX ...again

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aus: xtale, handplates, dusttale, reapertale, aftertale

au sanses: cross, epic, reaper, lust, dream, passive!nightmare, dust, error, sci and fresh

canon ut characters: chara, frisk, asriel/flowey, toriel, alphys

other au characters: xtale alphys, xchara, xfrisk, xtale toriel, uf!toriel, uf!flowey, reapertale chara, handplates gaster, starlo (ut:y), clover (ut:y), outertale grillby, core frisk, storyshift chara, storyshift asriel

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tropes: devotion, friends -> lovers, hurt/comfort, opposites attract, soulmates, whump

color, animal, movie, book: pink/red, cats/wolves/foxes, the little prince (1974)/the lion king, the forgotten warrior (wc)

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[hi-im-nova]

Happy handplates anniversary~

Handplates: Code ghost. Big Sneak peak!

Transcript/Image ID:

Panel 1, top left: Gaster is sitting on the green couch in Sans and Papyrus' home, reading a newspaper. The window behind him shows some of snowdin town. Papyrus calls out from the kitchen off view of the panel, a symbol of Gaster's hand is shown to represent his(Gaster) name. Gaster responds with a hum of question, shown by a question mark.

Panel 2: The view is more focused on Gasters face, who looks to be curious and paying attention to what papyrus is saying. Gaster had put the newspaper down into his(gaster) lap. Meanwhile papyrus continues to talk. There is a symbol of asgore, plus a phone. Then an arrow to gasters symbol. This is saying that Asgore is calling Gaster's phone. Papyrus then remarks that Sans is going out of the house saying "OH! AND SANS IS GOING TO-" the rest is not shown in the panel.

Panel 3: the view is zoomed out once again, letting the mailboxes be seen through the window. Sans is seen at the front door, about to leave. All three skeletons say there goodbyes for the day. Papyrus says "BYE!" Though it is slightly out of view of the panel. Gaster says a simple "Goodbye." And Sans respons to both "cya bro, cya G." Bro referring to papyrus, and G referring to Gaster.

Panel 4: This cuts to a zoomed view of Papyrus handing Gaster his(gaster) cell phone. A flip phone with an antenna.

Panel 5: Reflecting the previous panel, it shows a memory of Gaster weakly reaching out of a bone cage he(gaster) made, reaching for papyrus' hand. This imagery was shown in the original handplates comic when Papyrus healed Gaster. This took place in the comic after gaster had been near fatally wounded by being pulled into Lazer beams. This is not the exact chain of events that happen in handplates code ghost. But either way, it invokes that memory of pain and vulnerability.

Panel 6: Gaster is shown in reality once again, sitting on the couch with the newspaper in his lap. Gaster is staring at the phone in his(gaster) hand. He(gaster) has an unreadable expression.

[madbard]

I want to talk about Phantom!Papyrus.

Not Dust’s hallucination, no. I’m talking fanon Phantom, Papyrus’ actual ghost, and what a genuinely cool character concept that is.

Imagine that you are Papyrus. You’re outgoing and outwardly confident. You’re a pacifist. You’re lonely, with only two real, close friends - your mentor Undyne, and your brother Sans. You would trust either of them with your life.

And then Sans kills you.

The circumstances of this vary depending on level of canonicity and personal headcanons. I generally imagine that Sans waits until he has a pretty high LV before attacking Papyrus, so the fight is over relatively quickly (not because Papyrus is weak, but because at this point Sans does so much damage per attack that it doesn’t take too many hits to win, and I don’t think Papyrus would fight back - not violently enough to survive, anyway.)

Papyrus dies… and comes back.

How does this happen? Again, up to personal headcanon. For this post, I’ll say he becomes a ghost due to the violent circumstances of his death, and follows Sans because his dust is on the scarf Sans carries.

At first, Papyrus would be horrified. He’d be furious with his brother, and heartbroken too - this person he loved and trusted just murdered him! Maybe there would even be a moment of him wanting revenge, wanting Sans to pay for what he did.

But regardless of his actions, Sans is still Papyrus’ brother, which means Dust is too. And this is where things get interesting.

As Papyrus watches, Dust makes his way through the Underground, killing indiscriminately. If this is really Papyrus’ ghost, he’d be horrified by what’s happening. He’d beg Dust to stop, try everything he could to end the violence.

It wouldn’t work. How could it? Dust has already gone too far. He killed his brother for this, he’s not stopping now. But after leaving Snowdin, he enters the domain of the Underground’s most dangerous fighters. Papyrus is left to watch in terror as his brother faces Undyne, captain of the royal guard and Papyrus’ best friend.

He has a decision to make. As a ghost, he can’t attack. He can’t get in between them, and he can’t make himself visible to Undyne. The most he can do is talk to Dust, argue and beg for him to stop fighting. So that is what he does - Papyrus takes every chance he can to fly in Dust’s line of sight, yell at him, distract him. And it works.

As the fight goes on, Dust becomes more and more distracted by his brother’s ghost. His magic attacks miss. He doesn’t dodge in time. For a moment, Papyrus is relieved - until he realizes that Undyne isn’t letting up. The moment Dust goes on the defensive, Undyne presses forward, unleashing attack after attack until Papyrus realizes she isn’t just going to capture his brother.

She intends to kill him.

Undyne steps forward. Dust falls back. Undyne readies her spear. Papyrus looks at his brother and beneath the hood he sees an icy terror wash over his face, a sense of defeat, desperation, and despair.

(What is worth more? His brother’s life? Or his ideals?)

Papyrus flies over. Years of training flash through his mind as he whispers into his brother’s hood. “As she raises her spear, send one bone attack into her side, and a second from above. She won’t be able to block both attacks.”

Dust attacks. Undyne staggers. Papyrus watches his brother kill his best friend.

At this point they’re both guilty. Papyrus refuses to aid Dust in attacking innocents, but if he ever seems about to lose a combat, Papyrus is there to point out weaknesses, tricks and attacks that Dust could never have seen on his own. At the end, when the human is gone, Papyrus is left to haunt his brother, watching the world around him slowly decay as he too deteriorates. What could he have find differently? How could he have stopped this?

There is no answer that could satisfy that phantom. He is bound to what remains of his brother, but he has never been more alone.