#lylia9000

[robanilla-arts]

👁👁 you....... come here for a sec @lylia9000

( silly sketches of this piece under the cut <3 )

[eluriart]

Dream Sans with E2?

Oh my! Looks like he’s ready to fight Horror the Spartan, like the godess Artemis.

Dream belongs to joku

[aylish91]

HELLOOOOO - the boops have broken the barrier and now I can confidently come into your ask box and say that I absolutely LOVED your fic, Sea of Hope. It’s going into my favorites list and I will stare longingly at it forever. Thank you for sharing your creativity!!! It’s inspiring me to finally start writing the fic WIP that I’d been staring blankly at for MONTHS 💖!

Thank you so much!!! It makes me so happy that you like it and that it has brought you inspiration! Thank you so so much for your kind words. Asks and comments like these give me such joy and motivation to keep going.

Thank you lylia!!! I wish you all the luck and inspiration for your writing!!!

[mblue-art]

I HEARD SOMEONE SAY THAT THEY'RE CALLING LUST AND CROSS TO BEAT YOU UP FOR NOT CALLING YOURSELF COOL. SO I'M HERE TO MAKE SURE THEY DO.

Lust burst through the door without hesitation, nearly knocking it off the hinges if Cross didn't steady it immediately after.

"M, MY LOVELY DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Lust, you don't need to shout-" Cross tried to get him to calm down, but the Lust Sans was on a mission.

"Now hold it just a minute-" Lust pulled away from Cross as soon as he got a glimpse of you. "M! I heard that someone was denying you of the obvious compliments that you deserve." He chuckled as if someone had said something amusing. "- and that someone was you." He quickly took your face into his hands, pulling it close to his, barely inches away as he looked into your eyes with a smoldering intensity. "But that can't be true, right? You? You? My amazing, stunning, and absolutely wholesome koala bear? Anything less than a compliment of perfection isn't allowed - especially not someone denying it, right?" He looked over his shoulder at Cross. "Right?" There uh... was a little bit of a threat behind that 'question'.

Although, it wasn't as if Cross would have denied it. "M-mhm." He replied, nodding bashfully as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side with a blush he tried to beat down. "Of course... she's talented, kind, and..." His blush deepened, as he fruitlessly grasped at his shoulder as if he wanted to pull his hood up to hide his embarrassment. "and beautiful." He whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was what?" Lust teased him, wanting him to clearly state his affection for her. "Speak up, Crossy~!"

"Beautiful! Okay?? She's blinding and - and yes, cool! Alright?!" He huffed, finally pulling his hood over his head to hide his blush. "I... wouldn't trade her for the world. She's... special." He admitted with a softer tone.

Lust simply nodded, turning his attention back to M. "Exactly. So, the next time someone calls you 'cool' or any other compliment you don't feel comfortable agreeing with so eagerly because you're far too humble, direct them to us, and we'll help agree with them for you, my dazzling gem." He placed an affectionate kiss to your cheek and even nuzzled it for emphasis. "Now come on! We're already here, we may as well get into a cuddle pile!"

HUH WTF WTF LYYYY AAAAAAA

HELP I HAVENT EVEN STARTED READING YET YOUVE ALREADY GOT ME SMILING LIKE A FOOL!!!1!1!1!! SHAKES MY FIST AT THE SKY

live mblue reaction (lots of screaming) under the cut (very much littered with cussing, tread carefully /lh)

I am going insane /j (HELP. L BUSTING THRU THE DOOR IM 😳😳😳 he is. . Strong 😳) (L and C interacting,, , oughf the dynamics, ,, ///////// my purble idiots i love them so)

oh Ly you are fucking killing me

(L!!! YOU SWEETHEART RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH)

WAAAA KOALA BEAR?!?!!?!?? ////////// (so true i would,, cling,,,)

I am hiding my stupid smile under my shirt collar ohmygoddddd

LMAO CCCCCC god god god i love them i love my skeleton bfs what the hell

llLOOOKING AWAYYYYY SCREAMS—!!!!! C!!!!!!!!

(c crossing hsi arms the pose THE POSE AAAA/////////)

(aha aheh eyyy i was about to say smt abt 'beautiful' but uh 🧍 LMAO)

(oh hes such a tsundere oh no oh no 💘💘💘) (your honor this is so funny we're both dumb tsunderes in love... i forget that hes a tsundere sometimes)

SHAKING. SHAKING AND CRYING AND SHAKING I

WWWwwwWwWwwWWWAAAAA THE WAY HE SAID 'SPEAK UP CROSSY' IM 😭😭😭💕

(hood up cross my fucming beloved ive only recently appreciated that adorable visual more about a month ago after rereading the xtale comic and rewatching the xtale eps with simp eyes i am <333)

WAUGH FUCKIN FUCKING HELL, C!!! /POS

UUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEUEUE CUDDLE,,PILE,, ,,

(ough L is so good..., ,L is so good i- he has my heart- BOTH OF THEM HAVE MY HEART-)

AGH!!!! WAILS thank you sm ly i feel,,, ,so loved,, ,im love,,, , my porble skeleboyfrwends,,, , /)/////(\;;

[saurexhas]

Gib Gib Gib 💖

🌹

Well, that was quick XD

As the skeleton ran up to you, they took a minute to catch their breath before asking you, “Are you… *huff* the marina… *phew* the vet?”

[jezziconvair]

♥️love train! Send this to all the blogs you love! Don’t forget to spread the love!♥️

Oh gee

/)///(\

So thoughtful of you!

[never-forget-official]

HELLO! I AM HERE TO SUPPORT THE PAGE! ALSO NOOOOOO I READ THE BIO OF THE BLOG AND I SCREAMMMEEDDDDD XD the poor mans deserves a head pat...

JKVDGHDSHJGSFEJHGSDHJDSGHJS LMBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HE REALLY DOES :'DDDD

[sansxreaderbraindump]

FARMER! SANS X SHUT-IN READER HEADCANONS RANDOM HEADCANONS - FARMER! Sans does all the cooking in the house because you unfortunately, can't cook a simple meal but you are learning though. One time, you tried to make curry for him as a "thank you" meal for moving in with him. Consequently, the rice ended up being mushy and the curry turned bitter. so you ordered fast food as a gift instead. (@lylia9000) - During October, you randomly decided you wanted to dress up as a scarecrow for Halloween and began working on the costume. In addition, FARMER! sans added in a flower crown he made from agsore's garden to make the costume really "brighten up." Yet for some reason FARMER! sans had a weird "Deja Vu" feeling once he saw you in your costume, he stared long enough before you questioned him on it. "what's wrong? is there something wrong with the costume? oh god, is there a tear-" "nah hon, you look "Outstanding." "stooop." "what? not in your "field?" - Long before you guys started dating, FARMER! sans pampered you with his recently harvested vegetable's and homemade ketchup. The reason why he babied you was because when he went over your house, sans questioned how you were still living with how empty your fridge is. All this poor fridge only had was a half empty ramen noodle cup and a carton box storing leftover fast food you ordered last night. the next day when you opened your fridge, you were greeted by.. Sans's vegetables, homemade ketchup, milk, eggs, carbon boxes of cooked food, and toriel's butterscotch cinnamon pie (the full pie.. 0-0) it had a note "Butter not wheat-it all!" - toriel (Toriel joined in with sans on helping you with your fridge situation because she cares for you and is concerned for your health like a mother would.) - Staying inside your house home alone is guilt free but when it comes down with living with your "humerus" skeleton it is not very guilt free, it contains the tax of feeling like a burden. FARMER! Sans doesn't mind working on his farm alone; he done this many times and besides you done enough as cleaning the house for him. but to you it's not enough, so you went to sans and asked him if you could help him with his farm. "sosanscouldihelpyouonyourfarmnotbecause-" "ok" You kinda regretted asking to help because you were not shaped for farm work. You feel your lower back aching from all the hay dragging and rock lifting you had to do, You did ask for it though. though you struggled you were determined to work. hyping yourself with video game references in your mind fills you with determination. "THIS IS JUST STARDEW VALLEY, THIS IS JUST LIKE MINECRAFT, JUST LIKE MINECRAFT AND STARDEW VALLEY! JUST GOTTA KEEP ON WITH THE GRIND!" once you're finally done, you just flop onto the hay with a groan. your sweaty body makes you want to go to your bed but you were too tired to walk. Eventually sans comes up with a grinning smile as always, you lifted your face to greet him but he beat you to it. Sans cupped your face with his hand and rewarded you by pressing his teeth against your lips. *good job kiddo after that you considered working with him more in the future.

[blu-cosmos]

This is for the fic "Love Grows" by @lylia9000 because oh my god it's rlly nice. It's so cute it's so nice ( I got the ribbon placement wrong ToT)

It's exam week and I decide it was a great idea to do this in the middle of it LMAO

It rlly sucks, sadly. I don't like how I did the bg. Don't look at it too closely haha. But yk, it can only get better from here, probably. I am not sure :P

I need to go study now 💀

[idkmansmth]

Wip game

rules: in a new post name all of the files in your WIP folder no matter how non-descriptive or ridiculous, let people send an ask with the title that intrigues then the most then post a small snippet and tell us about it!!

tagged by @turtlecase :DDDDD ty for the tag!

uhm yeah- i dont name shit either and tend to throw everything into one huge folder x) so i dug out different 'parts' and their 'names'

the bastards drabbles

dnd ?????????

why

fuck you especially

Untitled

uh yeah fbezjnk

i also have one big wip drawings folders and like evrything is 'doodles' with an added number at the end

no pressure tags @art-emis99 and @lylia9000

[cranberrytea451]

@lylia9000 as a bitty.

You already know the post this is based on but I’ll put it here anyway https://www.tumblr.com/lylia9000/726291475583942656/ahenfnqosnfk-dang-it-this-looks-too-fun-not-to-try

[me-and-my-gaster]

[SHEET COMMISSION] Knight

A commission for @studionovella and @lylia9000 of a fierce and fancy Knight from their AU (@cafe-au-lait-21)

Thank you for commissioning me!

[mblue-art]

@cafe-au-lait-21 rp pfps for @studionovella and friends ! Tysm for the support you guys ;w; 💕

Aeron and Creeper - @saurexhas

Oracle - @tiny-dragon-of-hope

Ceylon - @thyneownslave

Hop - @lylia9000

Dusk - studionovella

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[themsource]

Catalyst

Rating: M Word count: 1,480 Pairing: HT Sans/Reader

I read Htsan's It's just a game and Love Grows by lylia9000. Both really good 4th wall romances that I strongly rec. I got inspired to write a short based on the premise.

They say there are 5 elements to a story; Exposition, Raising Action, Climax, Falling Action, and finally the Conclusion.

So let's start with the exposition.

Once upon a time, a human fell into the underground—

But you already knew that, didn't you?

We have to fast forward. Scroll through the endless trials and multiple scenes played out by long familiar characters as they blur and blend into a rainbow painted in greyscale.

That's right.

This story has already ended. The climax is long passed and forgotten.

Or it should've been…at least.

Watch the world around you, witness the way the sky shifts and the earth sinks, stare into the void as reality itself tears apart like paper ripped right down the center.

A fissure now in place of what had once been a happy ending.

And that's where we stop.

In a white roar of noise with nothing but sorrow, and hunger, for company.

Once a story ends it must inevitably bleed into another. There are souls in the world that wouldn't have it any other way.

But the question we should be asking ourselves is: how?

How can something continue past a conclusion, if it's already ended? Then surely, the story never truly concluded in the first place, right?

Wrong.

A world fades and collides when people stop caring for it. A tale falls out of time when there's no minds and hearts to suspend it. A story dies when there's no one left to listen, until there's no one left to tell it.

And that is the conclusion.

So, how?

…simple, by being broken.

By throwing the world off its axis and distorting liner perception of time, by blinking in and out of other's spaces and recognitions, by listening—

To the silence.

And finding sound.

~~

The rain is falling.

It's a cascade of endless drizzle carrying with it the scent of wet cement and mud caked paving stones through a bleak coloration of dreary silver.

A skeleton stands beneath it, unfazed and unimpressed by the downpour as he stares up at the sky and sees only black. The water falling into his sockets is barely a footnote in his attention, as are the countless droplets pouring into the massive crack in his skull. The water gathers and chills him from the inside out but he fails to notice, too used to the lack of any real sensation other than ice against his bones.

The huff he lets out comes out a thick cloud of icy vapor as his gaze slowly drops to the barren road in front of him. He possesses a single eye—the color of fresh blood—in his left socket. It once belonged to another but now it serves him and is kept alive by his magic, and as a consequence lights the darkened space around him with an ominous tinted glow that casts his sharpened features in stark relief.

Terrifying, imposing.

Even as he wears an expression of utter exhaustion and boredom.

"told him it was going to rain." He mutters. "but did he listen? no, of course he didn't. thanks pap, you're the best."

His tone drips sarcasm but it's half hearted at best. He's beyond caring to scathe and scorn others with any real venom as he once did. With a spine chilling creak his arm lifts to scratch at the gap atop his cranium. The ache of his body is made obvious as he lets what had once been blunt tips—but now were deadly macabre claws—scrape down the side of his skull.

The sound of nails on chalkboard screeches around him filling the silence.

It stops once his phalanges find what they seek and latch onto the rim of his dead socket. He pulls—

There's a crack.

He hisses, satisfied.

Sighing he lets go and tucks his wandering hand back into the drenched pocket of his threadbare and torn coat. Its color has faded so drastically from neglect that no one can correctly guess that its shade had once been a soft deep blue, or that the gray fur that adornes it had belonged to a brown pelted wolf before being haphazardly sown in to provide a false warmth to a starving creature when the fleece had long since fallen from inside it.

The skeleton groans.

No one hears him.

No one but the girl whose hair he keeps trapped within the locket he tucks away safely beneath his hole-ridden shirt, pressed flush against his ribs where his soul thrums. There's a pulse and he smirks, but just as quickly as it'd arrived it falls to be replaced with a frown as metal on metal grinds through the air and signals the arrival of a bus.

The doors open as soon as it stops.

He glares impassively at the driver who meets him with a dour expression of his own. The driver is a human—a monster hater that carries no shame for his beliefs. The skeleton hates him but respects the man's honesty in his bigotry.

"took ya long enough." He grumbles. His steps are heavy and cause the bus to dip as he shuffles on and walks past the man, making sure to swipe a bent passcard over the machine in passing with his stare aimed and locked on the seat furthest in the back. His usual spot.

"You're lucky I stopped at all." The driver drones back before slamming the handle down to lock the doors.

The monster laughs, and manages to keep his balance without a single sway as the bus lurches and takes off at a speed meant to topple him. 'nice try', he thinks, before taking his seat.

There’s blood, the clash of water on rock as the tide rolls in and with it a furious burn that stabs and numbs all at once. Betrayal goes down bitter and rises back up a bitter bile spewing hate and agony. Revulsion claws at cloth and splinters bone, spilling marrow and blackened ichor down teeth that can no longer grin with anything but ire and loathing.

The monster stands before a door.

Putrid desire fills his chest cavity like smog from freshly burned smoke stacks. He closes his sockets and wraps a hand around the locket still hidden away beneath his clothing and believes he can feel it scorch the skin he doesn’t have. Sockets narrowed and grin sharp he pushes open the door, and is met with a human female bound in frayed rope and thick iron rusted chains inscribed with the ancient language of his magic.

She looks up through fearful almond colored eyes.

“missed me?” The way in which he asks is teasing, cruel. “sorry, had a bit of a long day. pap decided i needed to walk home. something about needing the exercise, heh, what a riot.”

“I–”

He moves quickly, his speed faster than a jaguar's as he snatches her hair and twists it around his wrist. She lets out a pained cry as he pulls til her neck is a straight line of flesh, her nose pointed directly at the ceiling as she struggles under the bonds that keep her on her knees. He closes in on her, and forces her eyes to stare into the blinding fury of his eye as it roils with latent fury and malicious intent.

His words are a  whisper of warning, “i wasn’t talking to you.”

She shuts her eyes as she gives in and goes limp.

Phalanges slip under his shirt and drag over his spinal column and ribs, slowly, savoring their journey, before alighting against the locket that now burns hot enough it’s searing. He relishes the sting as he grips it and tugs it free. The clasp easily comes undone and its chain falls between the creases of his joints, pools and falls to drip down as if liquid gold. 

He lets go of the girl’s hair and she whimpers knowing what comes next.

There’s reverence in his gaze as he stares down at the trinket he holds. The locket is nestled safely in his palm–a tiny seed in a devil’s clutch–he doesn’t resist the urge to cup it in both hands as his smile falls into a softened frown. He shuts his sockets and holds it against his chest before opening them again with a manic glee.

The sound of the chain rattling echoes as the locket falls and goes taunt to suspend between his hands. A morbid imitation of a human nailed to a crucifix is depicted as a white light forms over its center and expands into being. 

Carefully he brings the chain around the girl’s neck–

The maddening twist of a stomach years long empty, a blinding hysteria of hopelessness and apathy, yearning–unfathomable yearning to fall.

The world is bathed in black.

Light shines in around hazy edges as sensation floods in.

“there you are.” Sans whispers, soft.. “happy to see me, krokette?”

You smile. “Always.”

[jezziconvair]

Alright, it's here- a funny what-if scenario comic of Façade meeting Creeper out in the wild in @cafe-au-lait-21

Creeper: @saurexhas

Façade: me

Cafe AU Lait: @lylia9000

(The artwork here is done by none other than @rainbowsans so give them a look!)

[never-forget-official]

OUHGHHHHHHHHHHH

ORIGINALLY I. WANTED TO HAVE THIS DONE BY APRIL BUT HERE IT, IS NOW >:DDDDDDDDDDD ALSO IT'LL BE A TWO PARTER KDFKJFDGFSJHKJSHKJDKJHKJHSKHKJHKSDJ

ANYWAY THIS IS ALSO A GIFTFIC FOR @lylia9000 BECAUSE HEHEHEHEHE <333333333333333