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i swear every human fell design just makes my pants fly away like i’ve gone through 8 pairs

You had an old art of a human version of Big Red and a first Skele Motti posted in here, but I couldn't find it ;--; i dunno if you removed it or if it's just tumblr's shitty search system, though it got me curious about your take on the other snases as humans

That was on my old acc which I deleted to remake this one because when i came back to tumblr i didnt understand how side blogs and asks worked at the time. Lmaooo

I don't think I ever reposted here. But here you go

Maybe I'll do that one of these days teehee

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"doesn't matter watcha look like, or watcha don't. have, or don't have. whether you're scared of being seen... or it's something you wanna keep to yourself."

"all that matters to me is that it's YOU. so don't give up, 'kay?"

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day 7: Rooting for You

@sansxyouweek

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some underfell sketches cuz apparently I’ve been into AUs lately

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A bastard, no bones about it.

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red from blush, blood,

lips bruised from kissing,

soul bruised from living

kiss it better, it'll never be best

but kiss him again,

{{💔}}

again,

[[❤️‍🩹]]

again!!

((❤️))

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angy sebby (audio on you won’t regret it)

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can’t decide who to draw lately

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everybody riot

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i am a simple man at the end of the day i think

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been trying to find an underfell sans style and I’ve seen a few consistencies with how he’s drawn

- eyebrows

- teeth

- smaller eyes for a scrunched look (my favorite thing)

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At first I wanted Fell to be a long sausage reaching to the floor

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Hey! I need help on an art project, the goal was to pass on a part of the artistic process to others, so I decided to make a drawing tutorial meant to teach you to draw sans from undertale:

it's for anyone to try! whether you've never drawn him or already have a thousand times, whether you're an artist or not, getting a wide variety of drawings will help a lot anyways!

the only requirements is that you follow the instructions given, though you can draw him in any position you would like (this tutorial was made with the idea of teaching the shapes that make up his design and not just the lines for a certain pose) and that you reblog this post with the end product

and of course for anyone who ends ups trying it have fun with it!

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Softies

(short fic under the cut)

It wasn't noticeable at first. Sans wasn't even sure when he'd become aware of it, the distant sound of some kind of thumping. It was rhythmic and steady, unchanging in its tone or speed, barely heard above the breaths of the human he was nearly draped over. He roused slightly, drowsily opening his eyesockets.

"hey." His voice was low and rumbly from sleep. "what's that sound? listenin' to some weird music or something?"

"Eh? Sound? Nah, I'm not listening to anything." Angel responded, glancing away from her phone to look down at his head. "What is it that you're hearing?"

Well, that woke him up a little more. He raised a browbone, incredulity leaking into his voice.

"what, seriously? y'don't hear that thumping sound?"

"No?? Trust me, I'd tell you if I did."

"then what the hell—"

He cut himself off when the motion of lifting his head cut the sound off. He paused. Thought about it for a second, and realized something.

"wait."

"Mhm?"

"can i—can i check something?"

Sans shifted around, shuffling to face her better and grabbing her by the arms to move her around, his mind already three steps ahead and way past caring about personal space.

"Whoa, what're you—"

Angel's words were cut off as he pressed the side of his skull to her chest, heedless of the fact that he essentially just pushed his face into her boobs. Her back abruptly went straight, a shudder working through her system as she nearly dropped the phone in her hands.

"Uhhh," Her mind blanked out, her pulse increasing from the proximity. "Sans?"

"shut up, testing hypothesis."

She would've snapped at him for being a rude shit if it weren't for the fact that he was hit with some kind of understanding about a second later. His eyesockets opened wide, dim pupils sparking a bright white she'd never seen before from him. His default was that single red eye, but lately she'd seen him with dull gray pupils whenever they were alone. This was different, though, it was... almost friendly-looking? It was the best way to describe the sudden softening of his features.

"that's— that's coming from—" He sounded so softly awestruck that fondness struck her heart, his grip tightening on her. "is that you? what—"

Ohhh. She understood now. She pulled away softly so she could look at him properly, though he didn't seem to want to let her get too far, keeping his hold on her arms.

"W-well, uh, that's my heart, dude! Y'know, it keeps me alive!"

At some point a red flush had spread along Sans's cheeks, matching the one currently warming Angel's face. His pupils shuddered in his sockets, splitting into round white ovals that felt oddly sincere? Or maybe she was reading too much into it.

"but it's so—" he struggled to find the words. "small? that's so loud for something so fragile!"

"Welcome to the human experience, I guess...?"

"you just...make that sound?"

"....Yeah?"

Sans stared at her for a moment longer before he seemed to remember himself, lowering his head slightly as his pupils began to dim back to grey. Hesitance peppered his voice as he spoke again.

"uh. can i, um." He paused. "actually, nevermind, i'll just—"

"You wanna lay and listen to it but you don't know how to ask without sounding like a creep?"

Sans deflated a little, shooting her a particularly resigned sort of look. Haha, gottem.

"...yeah."

"Okay. Come on."

Angel reached over and gathering him slightly, shuffling awkwardly to get both her legs on the couch. In a moment, she'd patted his skull right back down against her chest. He went down with more hesitance now, but soon was nothing more than a warm, heavy pile of bones on her person, both hands keeping a tight grip on her waist like she was going anywhere.

Sans dozed, soon relaxing into a real sleep, lulled by the steady sound of her heart. That pulse—the consistent thumping that thrummed through his skull—was just an easy, grounding reminder that she was alive and present with him. Soothing in a way he'd never be able to explain.

She didn't know why he seemed to like the sound of her heartbeat so much. He wouldn't explain it to her.

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Drunkard

UF!Sans belongs to underfell

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Me? Red? No. Red.