#draft!sans

[teammelodies]

Sketch and Draft

I’ve made a few Undertale AUs that I’ve yet to share on tumblr, even have another outcode character

But I thought it’d share my two newer outcodes on here to see what people think

These are Sketch and Draft

Both of them are outcodes, and despite their looks they are NOT alternate versions of Ink and Error.

Neither of them originally had a universe, they both just kinda… popped up out of thin air

(Sketch appeared in the doodle sphere and Draft in the Antivoid) which it confused the hell out of Ink and Error, especially when they found out the duo were brothers.

I’ll make more detailed posts about them individually and link them here:

Sketch and Draft

[mildarka]

...concerning

[flowerakatsuka]

Odekake Style Sol International ( 2018 )

[zu-is-here]

kawaii <3

[yeosin-n]

fuck

[llamagoddessofficial]

LLAMAAAAAAAA

WRITE MORE ABT FARMER (when you get the chance ofc)

AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!

Your life. Hand it over

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It was the thickest rain you’d ever seen. It didn't fall like normal rain, it fell in layers, great arcs of water that thrashed the ground one after the other, stormy waves hitting a shoreline. The roar of it landing on the world around you was almost deafening - a problem, considering it was three in the morning, and you were walking in almost pitch black. Any other night you would’ve been guided through the seemingly-endless farmland by recognising the hedges and hearing the animals... right now, you were guided only by the weakened blueish light of your headlamp, and the best that your memory had to offer.

You spotted it, in the near distance. The tiny light of another lamp was flickering back and forth in the rain, moving with the speed and efficiency of a hard-at-work man who couldn’t wait to get out of the terrible weather and go back to bed. You quickened the pace, marching down the field, your waterproof pants were coated in cold mud up to the calves; you were glad you couldn’t feel it. The only wet part of you was your face, and hands - you needed the latter out to hold the big metal flask you were carrying.

You didn’t mind the wet and cold. You stomped on regardless. All you cared about was the sight of that head lamp, getting closer and closer in the relentless wind and rain. You could just about make out the things he was looking at, illuminated by his lamp... the part of the fence he was doing his best to repair.

Before you knew it, you were within shouting distance. But there was no point, he wouldn't hear you. A particularly strong gust rushed across the field, you felt a carpet of rain hit you in the back, and the wind shoved you ungracefully forward. You let out a little yelp but managed to stop yourself from falling over.

... You heard your name over the rain. He had noticed you. You looked up - his headlamp was angled slightly downward, rather than straight ahead, so it didn’t dazzle you like you expected it to. Sans was dressed in his usual farm gear, his heavy boots and thick waterproof pants, and the rain had washed his green jacket cleaner than you’d ever seen it before. His hood was pulled securely up over his skull and he had a fence post the size of you in one hand like it was nothing.

... And he was looking at like he’d seen a ghost. It was rather comical.

“There you are!” You picked up the pace for the last few steps, jogging over to him, before you finally came to a stop. Phew, you’d been walking for almost five minutes in the storm. It felt good to finally see him. Despite the cold, you were pretty flushed from the exercise, hot under the combination of your sweater and coat.

“what the hell are you doing out here?” His green eyelights glowed under his hood, like two soft fireflies, a much more pleasant colour than the cold lamplight both of you were bathed in. It was as if only the two of you existed in the whole world... two headlamps in an endless sea of dark and wind and water. “it’s two in the morning,”

“Three, actually,” you chirped. It was somewhat hard to hear him over the rain hitting your hood, but you just stood a little closer to him. Your hurried breaths formed clouds, you could see them in the combined lamp glow.

He put down the fence post. It dropped with an heavy thunk. “did papyrus send you?”

You just held the big metal flask out to him. It had a black strap attached to the side of it that was sodden by now. He accepted it, seemingly out of instinct, staring down at it before glancing back up to you.

“... uh... thanks. what is it?”

“Soup!”

He blinked. “soup?”

“Yeah. I woke up to the rain, and I figured you’d be out here, because you’d mentioned the fence needed fixing properly before the storm hit." You pulled your coat sleeves over your now-free hands. "Though I did ask Papyrus if you’d actually headed out before I left. I’m not that crazy.”

He was still staring. The rain continued to roar, you had really hoped it would've eased up by now. But it seemed to be only getting worse. Probably for the best Sans was repairing the fence now, before everything completely flooded come morning.

“I know, I know," you continued when he didn't reply. "I’m dumb for going out in the rain, I’ll get wet. But I’m fine, see? I put the waterproof pants on over my boots, like you said. It’s been raining like hell and the only part of me that’s wet is my hands!”

“you... came out all this way, to bring me soup?” he said, softly. You almost didn't hear him.

“Yeah. Pumpkin soup. Knowing you, you didn’t eat anything before you left.”

He had gone quiet. That wasn’t like him. He was looking at you very intently, with great big eylights. Another gust of wind sent a wall of rain into the two of you. You visibly swayed, but Sans didn't seem affected by it.

Was he upset that you might get cold? He didn't look upset, his eyelights were so round, almost sparkly.

“I promise I’m not cold," you pressed. "This is the coat you lent me. See? It’s - ” 

Sans moved forward a step. It was all he really needed to close the gap between you. He put an arm around you, despite the flask in hand, and swept you in against him; you were too startled by the sudden movement and proximity to move or do anything. His free hand came up, sliding between your coat hood and the side of your cheek, cupping your face.

He leant in and kissed you.

...

For a moment, you couldn’t hear the rain. You couldn’t hear anything at all. All you could think about was how smooth his hand was, how nice he smelled, how hard your heart was beating, and how warm he was. After so long walking around in the rain, being pulled in close to him felt incredible.

He felt so strong, too. All night, you'd been pushed around by any breath of wind, no matter the direction. In his arms? Nothing moved you. Nothing could shake you.

... Your eyes closed. Maybe it was the dark and gale and rain, maybe it was how early it was in the morning. But you just didn’t want him to let you go.

...

Sans pulled back. Your eyelids fluttered open again. There were raindrops on his skull, and the lamplight was dancing over his bones. His eyelights are such a pretty colour. He was looking at you like he wanted to pick you up and walk home with you.

...

Then, in an instant, the reality of what he just did appeared to hit him. So close to him, you could watch in real time as his eyelights shrank into pins in his sockets, and his smile twitched in what you could only describe as total internal panic.

... You, too, started to do the worst possible thing - think.

Sans just... kissed me. Sans just kissed me.

... You both just stared at each other, he was still holding you. You had no idea for how long. Sans’ eyelights kept flickering between your eyes and your nose, and you kept staring blankly at him, dazed and suddenly very confused.

...

“I-I should, head back,” you started, nervously.

“yeah. uh... yeah.” His hand came off your face, and he let go of your waist, stepping back again. You immediately missed the warmth. “thank you for the soup."

You nodded.

"i’ll..." He sounded shaky. He held onto the flask with both hands, maybe to stop himself from fidgeting. "see you later?”

"You too," you stammered.

... Wait. Shit.

No idea what else to say or do, you stood there like an idiot for a few seconds, trying to formulate something to say or some interesting witty way to turn that fuck-up into a joke and end the conversation - but you had absolutely nothing. Your head was spinning, your heart was still beating a mile a minute, you couldn’t believe that had really just happened. So you just turned right around and started walking.

...

Holy fuck, you thought, pulling your hood tight over your head. What the hell am I going to tell Papyrus?

[somegrumpynerd]

Truce is going well

[newpartnerincrime]

sanimal says hi

[a-most-beloved-fool]

I'm thinking about Gillian Taylor, lesbian (in my heart), standing on that stolen bird-of-prey on their way back to the 23rd century, and trying to figure out the correct way to (tactfully) ask if Kirk and Spock are gay.

Back in the 80s, she'd just assumed that they were gay. I mean, dressed like that? She'd also, however, assumed that they were on drugs, probably a hallucinogen of some kind, which - turned out to be not quite true. So, really, anything was fair game, now, and she no longer knew if they were gay. Maybe that's just how men in the 23rd century were with each other.

She tried to watch, to analyze their actions objectively, but with how busy they were making sure that the ship didn't explode, they weren't really interacting all that closely with one another, and she truly couldn't tell.

So instead she just stood there, next to Admiral Kirk, trying to find the right words to use, words which wouldn't be heard as an insult if she was wrong or if the 23rd century was no more enlightened about these sorts of things.

And then Dr. McCoy walked in and, casual as you please, said, "Jim, where the devil has your husband run off to?"

Husband. He said the word so easily, like it was - normal. Like it was safe and accepted, for a man, an admiral, even, to be gay. He didn't even glance at Gillian as he said it, never even seemed to consider that someone might react poorly. Maybe no-one ever did, in the 23rd century.

Everything sort of faded out of focus for Gillian, after that. She didn't hear another peep until McCoy, concerned, put his hand on her shoulder, and asked if she was alright.

She just smiled in response and told him that, yes, she was doing very well.

Because if Admiral Kirk could have a husband... that meant that she could have a wife.

Oh yes, she thought she'd be quite happy in the 23rd century.

[calcium-supplement]

"Very interesting...."

@owl-bones 's incubus nightmare

[howlsofbloodhounds]

anyway killer staying and putting effort into a relationship with horror and murder because he thinks they’re interesting and intriguing and intellectually stimulating even if he doesn’t get emotionally attached or in love with them as people is a valid form of love yippee killer does not need to emotionally care in a way others understand to be an attentive and loyal if very distant partner. And he does not need to “learn emotions” to do so.

like in this scenario they are literally his source of the closest thing he gets to feeling anything other than boredom and apathy in a world he feels is unreal and unattainable for him and controlled by the whims of higher beings—without stage 1’s involvement—which he finds deeply threatening and unsafe and causes him immense distress, overwhelming pain, identity disturbance, and dissociative confusion, and always comes with a risk of trying to kill himself— and even if it’s a fleeting moment that doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.

and even if he eventually loses interest (because in the end horror and dust don’t really offer him or make him feel anything new, just something and were a nice way to pass the time via being so fascinating and he truly appreciates them for that) and moves on that’s okay, as would be any way horror and dust felt about that.

that happens with every form of relationship sometimes, that people just lose interest and leave. it’s normal. It’s natural. it doesn’t mean he never cared, even if in his own way. the fact he’s even bothering to maintain the relationship at all and allowing them to get a little close or even sharing his inner world and life with them willingly says a lot.

[teammelodies]

Draft Sans

Appearance

Draft is a skeleton with black bones which have a purple gradient on his arms and the tips of his fingers and toes, his remain the normal skeleton white while his eye and nose sockets are red. His left eye is in the shape of an X and is difficult for him to close or emote with, his right cheek has 3 purple streaks coming out from his eye socket.

He wears a blue hooded cloak, a black sleeveless shirt with a purple trim, purple pants, a blue belt, and white gloves and socks that expose his toes and all fingers but his thumb.

Weapons and Abilities

Draft has the ability to use a purple varient of strings similar to Error’s blue ones, although he prefers to use the two bottles of whiteout he keeps on his belt. The brushes from the bottles are used like blades and can erase whatever it touches, Draft can use them for precise cuts or mass erasure by spilling the whole bottle out.

Due to his more unstable code, Draft is also able to alter the environment around him depending on his emotion. At first, this is uncontrollable, but eventually he learns how to do it on a whim.

Relations

Sketch: Sketch is Draft’s brother, as they appeared at the same time. The two of them were well aware of each other’s existence, even before they actually met. Sketch and Draft are close, and they don’t fight unless it for fun or training, and they always be sure to not hurt each other.

Error: The first person Draft met after appearing in the anti-void. He doesn’t know much about him, Error makes it a point to try avoiding him.

[azurem]

Inkmare but I actually think that Nightmare would be into the idea of a super hug. The one hug that could rule them all. Like he hugs Ink with both arms and then takes the tentacles out and now he's also hugging them with the tentacles and now theyre like. Evil. Idk

[flowerakatsuka]

Osomatsu-san Tele♡Matsu Animega & Bunkyodo (2016)

[zu-is-here]

Cross is too shy! (〃ﾟ3ﾟ〃) Overwrite it? :)

Much better. ♡

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

and his (almost) anonymous infected harem ;D

designs inspired by this

[smokbeast]

Been too slow for ut content but, I did try my hand at making an error, as I always and usually do. I don’t fully read the lore or follow up fully on how most aus canons/fanons work and just do my own thing. He’s called seam and he’s a passive error! He’s a bit silly but he’s got the right idea