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In Honor of my... 7th? 8th? 9th! Year! Here on Tumblr (and the Undertale fandom), I'm reposting these photos of my first ever art post in higher resolution!!

Despite everything... I still love Undertale and all of its inspired worlds. <3 <3 <3

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I wanted to make this a more finished drawing, but I couldn't. I'll make a better one. I wanna try something different, but I haven't been able to yet?

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They're in love. I want to draw more ships, but like, my college work is very time consuming..

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could you draw the Bad Time Trio?

ok, soooo this has been in my drafts for idk how long because i meant to come back to this but i forgot about it. im so sorry— anyway here’s some bad time trio for you 😭

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everybody is drooling for the blond guy from dungeon meshi. that guy is 100% real and I know like six of him, what you are looking for is a marine biologist

1. spends a long amount of time doing something weird far away from society

2. will not stop talking about their animal

3. has definitely eaten their animal and has strong opinions on how to cook it best

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#BlackPride #YouSmart #BlackExcellence 

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Carrot man

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I'd love to see a story where Blue coming back really shook up from a Star Sans vs. Nightmare gang fight and Stretcy has to find out why, and it turns out instead of the Sans Nightmare called out his "B team" this time (the Bad Paps you drew) and seeing a Dust version of his brother really scared Blue....

“Papyrus? Papyrus! Stretch, are you here?” Dream called out, keeping a bracing arm around Blue as he guided him through the portal into his living room.

At a first glance his support wouldn’t have seemed necessary; Blue wasn’t on the verge of collapse, he was barely even shaking. He was fine—or at least he would be now that he was home, where everything was familiar and safe and as it should be.

“Everything” included his brother, his real brother, not that—that—No, stop thinking about that, him, it’s done, it’s over—But it wouldn’t be over forever, not now that Nightmare had noted how Blue reacted to the sight of him. Of course he would take advantage of it again, he would bring him back sooner or later���preferably later, preferably never—

Where was he? Where was his Papyrus? Why didn’t he come to greet them? Had something happened while Blue was gone? Had he—Was he—?

Now he was shaking, his soul hammering frantically, painfully against his breastplate. Distantly he felt Dream tense and tighten his grip at the change, heard him trying to shush and soothe but the words were mostly unintelligible, swept in one nonexistent ear and out the other on the rising roar of white noise.

“—pyrus!—need you down here now—!”

“—right, alright—’s the fire? Can’t a guy—couple hours without—Blue?” Perhaps it was an illusion as Blue’s vision swam or Papyrus had taken a shortcut from the top of the stairs to the bottom; either way he appeared before him with disorienting speed, his hands replacing Dream’s on Blue’s shoulders. “Sans? Bro, what is it, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Papyrus was worried. Blue was worrying him. He shouldn’t be, everything was okay now, they were home, they were safe, not…But when Blue tried to say as much, his body didn’t get the memo. His throat was trying to close. All he could manage was a ragged, strangled gasp and the air tasted like dust that wasn’t his. Papyrus must have smelled it on his breath; a sting of panic crossed his face as he checked.

* SANS – 20 ATK 20 DEF

* HP: 456 / 680

* He’s in shock.

“What happened out there?”

As it stood right now, Blue couldn’t have answered even if he wanted to. All he could do was crumple, bury himself away from the world in the folds of his brother’s jacket, dig cold, trembling, desperate fingers in against his chest and cling. Cling to what he knew, his only family, his heart, hope, Papy, starshine, never let him go, never let him leave his sight again, never let him lose himself like that, never, never, never—

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here! I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Had Papyrus read his mind or had Blue managed to choke out some part of that inner monologue aloud? It didn’t matter. “I’m here, Sans, you’re with me. You gotta breathe, okay? Breathe with me, c’mon. In…and out…”

It was the first time Blue could ever recall being comforted by the smell of Papy’s cigarette smoke as it enveloped him, dry, stale and stuffy, not at all like dust (faintly metallic, wet chalk and flint.) With every ounce of willpower he had left, Blue sought that smoke he had always loathed as quick fingers worked at prying off pieces of his armor. The less weight bearing down on rattled bones, the better—the easier it would be to lift him, he realized, squeaking in surprise and scrambling to keep a handhold as Papyrus shifted.

Blue couldn’t remember the last time Papy had actually picked him up but he wasn’t about to protest. The fact that he was making the extra effort to calm him was a comfort in and of itself. Blue had always done this for him when he was small and frightened; it was one of a few surefire ideas to fall back on in desperate times.

After what seemed like hours holding on for dear life, Papyrus walking him back and forth across the living room as steadily as he could, Blue was finally able to draw a slower breath. Lifting his head took more effort than he expected, his face plastered to fabric by half-dried tear streaks he hadn’t even registered.

“There we go,” Papyrus murmured, sounding relieved and strained at once. The exertion was getting to him. Blue let himself have one last shaky inhale, exhale before testing out his voice.

“Y-You can put me down now.” Hoarse and hollow.

“Couch?”

“Mm.”

The couch cushions were cold in comparison as he sank into them but he was too drained to move. Papyrus cracked his back as subtly as he could, rolled his shoulders.

“Lemme get you a healing item,” he said instead of asking any number of reasonable questions. “I’ll be right back—”

“Don’t. Please. D-Don’t leave me.”

“…Okay then.”

Sinking uncertainly down next to him, Papyrus hesitated briefly before resting a light hand on his skull, clumsily consoling. Even as he leaned into it, Blue could sense all of the questions Papyrus was trying to suppress, could feel the anxiety bubbling at the thought of answering them. But after dealing with the fallout, holding Blue together despite his weakness, didn’t he deserve to know?

“Nightmare…” he started, voice already breaking. Papyrus’ fingers tensed against his temple, his voice dropping to a venomous hiss.

“What did he do to you?”

“Nothing. He never touched me. Too preoccupied with Dream, as always.” Come to think of it, he hadn’t noticed Dream leaving. Maybe he assumed this conversation would be better held in private but Blue almost wished he had stayed to explain the hardest parts for him. He was much more practiced at coping with the heartache of battling one's kin. “It seems Nightmare has formed some new alliances s-since the last time we fought. They caught us off guard…A secondary team, made up of…corrupt Papyri.”

“Oh. …Let me guess, one of ’em looked a little too much like me?”

Even more so than whatever he was imagining. Blue’s soul twisted with cloying nausea as he squeezed his sockets shut again, wishing he could will away the mental image of his baby brother standing there, dripping fresh dust, allied with the enemy.

“I froze. T-That’s never happened to me before, I’ve never…Standing face to face, standing against the monster I love most in the whole multiverse, looking into your eyes and seeing such—nothingness, it was—The way you looked at me—” Before Papyrus could protest, he threw up his hands. “I know, I know it wasn’t the true you. You’re from different universes.”

The couch springs groaned as Papyrus shifted uneasily. “Why am I sensing a ‘but’?”

“Because…” Twisting his hands into fists on his lap, he struggled for another breath. Dare he even admit it?

“Sans.” Papy’s hand slipped from his crown to his mandible, nudging him to look over. His eye sockets were soft, concerned. “It’s me. I’m here, not some dumpster fire doppelganger. You can trust me. You know that, right? You can tell me anything.”

But you haven’t trusted me with this. How much will it hurt you to find out that I already know?

Blue swallowed hard, forcing himself not to tear away from Papyrus’ earnest, expectant stare. “The way he looked at me…” he breathed. “Sometimes…on your very worst days…you look the same way.” New tears threatening, he twisted aside to grab at him before he could reel back in disbelief. If either of them faltered now, he wouldn’t be able to go on. “And the fact that I recognized that in him, in you, it was terrifying! T-That darkness, that detachment, the cold! I’ve seen the way you look at the human sometimes, how you look at that prized locket, at knives—I’ve never understood it but whatever it is, it’s there and it scares me and I don’t know what to do! Now that I’ve seen what it can become, what you can become, I-I can’t bear it! I can’t help but wonder if it’s my fault he—”

“No, Sans, you can’t think like that! Whatever life he’s had over there, he made his own choices—”

“But where was his Blue?! Why didn’t he—why didn’t I do something to stop it, to help him, to save him?! I can’t let that happen here, I can’t lose you to it, not my Papy! Please, not you! J-Just tell me what to do! Whatever it takes to wipe any trace of that darkness out of you, I’ll do anything!”

“…I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you’ve had to see any of that. I don’t know what more you can do. If I didn’t have you…the darkness would’ve gotten me a long time ago.” The tremor in Papyrus’ voice ripped a sob from Blue’s ribs. That admission only made it more dreadful. “But it hasn’t. Not this time.”

This time?

“And as far as I’m concerned, it’s not going to. All I can think of for you to do is exactly what you’ve always been doing. Stay with me. Survive. Live. Be happy. That’s all I need, that’s what keeps me out of those dark places. As long as we’re together, we’ll be okay. Okay? I promise.”

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I was a huge undertale fan as an early teen and I adored the underswap AU! Wanted to give them a redraw since it's been so long!

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He just admires Eji)

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Sorry gang I’m way too autistic. A gift for my buddy hehe!!!!

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Blue: I have to say, I'm a little embarrassed for you.

Stretch: This is a sports-related injury. It makes me look cool!

Blue: Tripping over a basketball on your way to the bathroom is not cool!

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Underswap Papgore has me in a chokehold, enjoy my first ever undertale/swap fanart XD