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art block for papyrus specifically, so i drew 20 million. here are a few that turned out nice!

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I wanna come back to this blog and undertale, but every time I do I keep up with it for like a week before the brainrot of some other fandom/interest takes over/ I try to juggle between blogs and it just falls to the backburner.

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gosh. your gaster is soo....... . . . . . . .🫣🫣🫣

Thank you for finding him soo....... . . . . . . .🫣🫣🫣, friend

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"Damn. They really are. Look at all that magic." Plover agreed, admiring the geological marvels. She couldn't imagine gaster and the other underground monsters' yearning for real stars, but they were still something else. It was strangely peaceful in the damp cavern, quiet besides the background rush of the falls and "trickle" of rain.

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@fear-my-giggles Legacy. In accordance to the monsterkind, this was his legacy. The core. His “magnum opus.” The geothermal and magic powerplant had provided the underground with light and energy for the centuries they were down here, cobbled together from what resources they could muster and the human’s trash. It was one of his greatest works. And now, it was almost unneeded…almost. 

They were free from their prison, and he, from his. He was back from the place between worlds, from the void, from the dead…almost. Monsterkind was now free, able to feel the breeze and the sun once more and mingle with the humans. And he was down here. But, now, by choice. The core still needed maintained. It was the truth, but sometimes he just came down here to think. The world had changed much since they were sealed down below. It wasn’t the middle ages any more, and after years of nothing but darkness, it was even more hectic and loud. 

The humans hadn’t changed much. They had progressed and no longer carried weapons and staffs, the knowledge of magic and souls had to be re-learned, but that ever-present fear was still there. Dangerous, but still amusing. Some still flinched at the fuzziest monster, much less an almost 12ft spikey thing such as him. He agreed with asgore on this, the mass wasn’t ready, not for him. 

And so he stayed mostly out of sight, roaming the shadows, staying between homes and down here, keeping up maintenance with the core and the few monsters still down here. 

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It gave a closer look at the luminescent crystals as they glowed and sparkled, alit with blues greens and purples. They were like stained glass containing their individual small fires. Plover peered into a scope beside her, though had to maneuver it a bit with her size and wound.

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@fear-my-giggles Legacy. In accordance to the monsterkind, this was his legacy. The core. His “magnum opus.” The geothermal and magic powerplant had provided the underground with light and energy for the centuries they were down here, cobbled together from what resources they could muster and the human’s trash. It was one of his greatest works. And now, it was almost unneeded…almost. 

They were free from their prison, and he, from his. He was back from the place between worlds, from the void, from the dead…almost. Monsterkind was now free, able to feel the breeze and the sun once more and mingle with the humans. And he was down here. But, now, by choice. The core still needed maintained. It was the truth, but sometimes he just came down here to think. The world had changed much since they were sealed down below. It wasn’t the middle ages any more, and after years of nothing but darkness, it was even more hectic and loud. 

The humans hadn’t changed much. They had progressed and no longer carried weapons and staffs, the knowledge of magic and souls had to be re-learned, but that ever-present fear was still there. Dangerous, but still amusing. Some still flinched at the fuzziest monster, much less an almost 12ft spikey thing such as him. He agreed with asgore on this, the mass wasn’t ready, not for him. 

And so he stayed mostly out of sight, roaming the shadows, staying between homes and down here, keeping up maintenance with the core and the few monsters still down here. 

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Plover was just as entranced, rearing up to look. The gold dotting her lightly reflected on the walls. And that old telescope was still there too, and it looked like more had been placed beside it.

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@fear-my-giggles Legacy. In accordance to the monsterkind, this was his legacy. The core. His “magnum opus.” The geothermal and magic powerplant had provided the underground with light and energy for the centuries they were down here, cobbled together from what resources they could muster and the human’s trash. It was one of his greatest works. And now, it was almost unneeded…almost. 

They were free from their prison, and he, from his. He was back from the place between worlds, from the void, from the dead…almost. Monsterkind was now free, able to feel the breeze and the sun once more and mingle with the humans. And he was down here. But, now, by choice. The core still needed maintained. It was the truth, but sometimes he just came down here to think. The world had changed much since they were sealed down below. It wasn’t the middle ages any more, and after years of nothing but darkness, it was even more hectic and loud. 

The humans hadn’t changed much. They had progressed and no longer carried weapons and staffs, the knowledge of magic and souls had to be re-learned, but that ever-present fear was still there. Dangerous, but still amusing. Some still flinched at the fuzziest monster, much less an almost 12ft spikey thing such as him. He agreed with asgore on this, the mass wasn’t ready, not for him. 

And so he stayed mostly out of sight, roaming the shadows, staying between homes and down here, keeping up maintenance with the core and the few monsters still down here. 

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The dads had made sure to tend to her flowers as well as theirs. Grillby moved to check what could be picked while Gramps got the hose. There looked to be new bland pots as well. Wallock found the little bench surrounded by golden flowers. It was nice, and he'd forgotten that this was something the fires had in common.

The Shot….

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It has been a few weeks and how it all changed. Bee would flip through the channels, feeling a tad numb. Their faces were plastered on the stations. Her face would be seen. Was she an act against humanity? Did she have rights? This was illegal right? For her to live in a sense. She would grumble as she turned off the tv “I swear they don’t have anything good on”

She got up, clinging to her cup of hot tea. This was suppose to help her relax but all it did was make her tired. She could hear the reporters hovering around the building. She did have half a mind to really scare them off but she didn’t want to bring that negativity onto the others.

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Realistically speaking, gaster probably looks like how mike mignola draws skeletons

like? here- i actually drew gaster in MM’s style

DO YOU GET WHAT IM SAYING? ARE YOU PICKING UP WHAT IM PUTTING DOWN?

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Asgore undertale coming back to the podium 5 minutes after declaring war on humanity to say his wife has left him

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"It's no problem, honeybee." They only had to grab a few supplies before they headed up. It was nice and bright and the weather was fair. The planters sat neatly, produce interspersed with different flowers, including her daisies. Wallock even came up. It was nice to not have to worry about being spotted by the press for once.

The Shot….

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It has been a few weeks and how it all changed. Bee would flip through the channels, feeling a tad numb. Their faces were plastered on the stations. Her face would be seen. Was she an act against humanity? Did she have rights? This was illegal right? For her to live in a sense. She would grumble as she turned off the tv “I swear they don’t have anything good on”

She got up, clinging to her cup of hot tea. This was suppose to help her relax but all it did was make her tired. She could hear the reporters hovering around the building. She did have half a mind to really scare them off but she didn’t want to bring that negativity onto the others.

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He loved a curious mind. "Others can't usually see or access it, no. As for expanding, not that one, but it'll work the same way on your phone, and I can give you plenty of space in that one."

"It is still stunning. Nothing compared to the real stars, but waterfall still has quite the beauty." The wishing room was certainly smaller, but rivaled even the cavern the castle was in.

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@fear-my-giggles Legacy. In accordance to the monsterkind, this was his legacy. The core. His “magnum opus.” The geothermal and magic powerplant had provided the underground with light and energy for the centuries they were down here, cobbled together from what resources they could muster and the human’s trash. It was one of his greatest works. And now, it was almost unneeded…almost. 

They were free from their prison, and he, from his. He was back from the place between worlds, from the void, from the dead…almost. Monsterkind was now free, able to feel the breeze and the sun once more and mingle with the humans. And he was down here. But, now, by choice. The core still needed maintained. It was the truth, but sometimes he just came down here to think. The world had changed much since they were sealed down below. It wasn’t the middle ages any more, and after years of nothing but darkness, it was even more hectic and loud. 

The humans hadn’t changed much. They had progressed and no longer carried weapons and staffs, the knowledge of magic and souls had to be re-learned, but that ever-present fear was still there. Dangerous, but still amusing. Some still flinched at the fuzziest monster, much less an almost 12ft spikey thing such as him. He agreed with asgore on this, the mass wasn’t ready, not for him. 

And so he stayed mostly out of sight, roaming the shadows, staying between homes and down here, keeping up maintenance with the core and the few monsters still down here. 

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been thinking abt this for months

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Sure. 

((this is a comic, not just a sketch series. :thumbs up:))

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"nothing a little heaterbox didn't fix." He'd trade his apron for some gloves, though would still be scrubbing flour out of the joints later.

Wallock was glad to see her in such high spirits after so long. He'd stay for a little longer, but knew he shouldn't put off any meetings as much as he'd had for the days of unimportant nonsense.

The Shot….

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It has been a few weeks and how it all changed. Bee would flip through the channels, feeling a tad numb. Their faces were plastered on the stations. Her face would be seen. Was she an act against humanity? Did she have rights? This was illegal right? For her to live in a sense. She would grumble as she turned off the tv “I swear they don’t have anything good on”

She got up, clinging to her cup of hot tea. This was suppose to help her relax but all it did was make her tired. She could hear the reporters hovering around the building. She did have half a mind to really scare them off but she didn’t want to bring that negativity onto the others.

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"welcome back, y'all did great son"

Cant choose which one to post so just post all of em

And heres the line art

Hope you'll like them :]

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He watched without judgement. "Takes a bit of practice, as with all things, but you both pick up fast." He'd helped many a young monster with their magic.

Once they were done eating, and he made sure the tour was further away, they could continue on their own tour. More dark passages, lined with tall grasses, kelp and reeds; and lit by glowing mushrooms and flowers and the luminescent river, when it wound through the paths, until they stepped out into a large cavern where the crystals in the ceiling high above and along the walls twinkled like stars.

"The wishing room. We didn't have the real stars, so we wished on these. Hopes, dreams, this room has heard many voices and many requests."

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@fear-my-giggles Legacy. In accordance to the monsterkind, this was his legacy. The core. His “magnum opus.” The geothermal and magic powerplant had provided the underground with light and energy for the centuries they were down here, cobbled together from what resources they could muster and the human’s trash. It was one of his greatest works. And now, it was almost unneeded…almost. 

They were free from their prison, and he, from his. He was back from the place between worlds, from the void, from the dead…almost. Monsterkind was now free, able to feel the breeze and the sun once more and mingle with the humans. And he was down here. But, now, by choice. The core still needed maintained. It was the truth, but sometimes he just came down here to think. The world had changed much since they were sealed down below. It wasn’t the middle ages any more, and after years of nothing but darkness, it was even more hectic and loud. 

The humans hadn’t changed much. They had progressed and no longer carried weapons and staffs, the knowledge of magic and souls had to be re-learned, but that ever-present fear was still there. Dangerous, but still amusing. Some still flinched at the fuzziest monster, much less an almost 12ft spikey thing such as him. He agreed with asgore on this, the mass wasn’t ready, not for him. 

And so he stayed mostly out of sight, roaming the shadows, staying between homes and down here, keeping up maintenance with the core and the few monsters still down here. 

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"Of course, dear. We have the entire day ahead of us. The roof garden does needs a little tending though, if you'd like to join." They couldn't provide all their produce from the garden, but some of the tomatoes, peppers, limes and suck were grown up their, imbued with a bit more magic for a little extra spark or a monster in need. Wallock finished off his own muffins and coffee, debating on how much longer he'd hold off on coming back.

The Shot….

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It has been a few weeks and how it all changed. Bee would flip through the channels, feeling a tad numb. Their faces were plastered on the stations. Her face would be seen. Was she an act against humanity? Did she have rights? This was illegal right? For her to live in a sense. She would grumble as she turned off the tv “I swear they don’t have anything good on”

She got up, clinging to her cup of hot tea. This was suppose to help her relax but all it did was make her tired. She could hear the reporters hovering around the building. She did have half a mind to really scare them off but she didn’t want to bring that negativity onto the others.