#grillster shipping month

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🌅 JUNE UNDERTALE / DELTARUNE EVENTS 🌅

🎏 Fanzines / Anthologies 🎏 Addizine - Leftover Sales Game Night UTMV Fanzine - Contributor Apps open Secret Entries: XTale Zine - Preorders open 泡沫 Alphyne Anthology - Looking for Participants 桜色ハーモニー / WELCOME TO … (Grillby Anthology) - On sale

🌈 Character/Ship Days/Fanweeks 🌈 Gaster's Month: June 1-30 Gassans/Sanster Day: June 3 Ketchup Day: June 5 Kingdings Day: June 5 Gaster's Day: June 6 Grillster Day: June 9 Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day: June 16 Self-Shipper Summer Getaway Event: June 21 Epic Sans' Birthday: June 23

🎮 Community Fangame Events 🎮 Bonely Hearts Club - Poll open about pronouns until June 4

🚲 Other Fandom Events 🚲 キミと金色の約束 - Sign-Ups Open 『ｸﾛｰﾒでも支払えない[[愛]]を君に！3』 - Sign-Ups Open

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Happy June! 🏳️‍🌈

[silverskye13]

It’s that time of year again, huh? 🖤

[aeris-blue]

Ahh, thanks for answering the prompts!

It has been a lot of fun :) Thank you guys for sending prompts!

[valorousowlart]

*....to pay off your tab...... * Seriously Wing Din, it’s been 20 something years. I need to put my kids through college.

I can’t believe they jerked us around with this text in the Undertale OVA! I seriously thought they’d reveal something big when they said it’d be about Grillby’s past and his ties to the enigmatic WD Gaster! They built it up to be this huge thing and it was just a five minute scene.

 I mean they’re his kids too Grillbz? So maybe he should be more accountable in their lives? But this really was a feelings jerk! And right in front of Goner Kid and Frisk too. 

But it was still such a moving scene I had to make a redraw of this totally fake OVA. For Grillstember/Grillster pride/shipping month

also tossed up the textless version in case anybody thinks of a funnier caption.

[maya-tl]

@silverskye13

Today is the beginning of the Undertale Shipping Pride Month, and I agreed to contribute to the Grillster Pride Month this year.

Which hopefully means, one Grillster draw everyday. Wish me luck.

[grillbyswingdings-blog]

“Nothing like an evening of watching TV with the twins and the fathers” This is one of my favorite Grillster artworks to date, honestly... @silverskye13

[devon-aster]

Grillster Shipping Month

Since it is unlikely that I’ll be able to produce one art per day, I’m changing up my queue so that all grillster things I come across will be moved to the front of the line :>

[stripestheboar]

Day 15 - Grillster (Underfell)

Yaaaaay! Free ship day! Grillster, I choose you!

Pairing: Grillster (Grillby/Gaster)

Word Count: 2,007

“Aw, c’mon, Gri- hic! -llby! Just another round,” the drunk slurred, grinning in a half-pleading fashion as he nursed his already warm drink. He had been persisting at this for a good five minutes, and wasn’t about to lose when he still had G to spend. The bartender, however, was done. “I don’t want to hear it,” Grillby huffed, persisting on shooing the drunken monster away from his seat. The tipsy monster slurred something unintelligible before slipping and crashing out of his seat with a groan. The chair broke due to the force of the fall, breaking one of the small beams connecting the legs and causing a leg to crack into two. The flame felt his anger rise as he began to turn a deep shade of red, ready to finish the monster on the spot, but calmed himself just in time. Instead, he growled in frustration and bent down, grabbing the monster’s wallet. “For damages,” he grumbled, taking out the stash of G and tossing the emptied case back to the drunk still struggling to get up. He seemed sober enough to understand what had just happened, though, as his complaints were immediate. “H-hey! Gimme my m-moneeey back!” he slurred, wobbling on his two feet. “Oh please. You were going to waste it on booze, anyway. Probably going to get yourself killed as well,” Grillby sighed, storing the G away. “Besides, you’ve stayed way past your welcome and you broke my stool. I’d say you deserve it.” The bumbling fool stumbled toward him angrily. “You can’t do that!” he growled, looking as though he was preparing for an attack. However, he was caught off guard by Grillby grabbing him by the neck. “Listen, It’s five in the fucking morning,” he warned, his voice low. “I am done with all of you. Now get out!” And with that, he threw the monster out the front door, giving a huff as he went back inside, taking a moment to survey his establishment. It wasn’t as messy as some would think, but there would definitely be clean up involved. Might as well start now.

As Grillby was finishing picking up the place a good fifteen minutes later, he heard the doors open. A faint smile appeared in his flame as his hearing recognized the slow, stiff, almost calculated steps of his favorite patron.

“I don’t suppose you have a bit of time for one more drink, hmm? Perhaps two?” Gaster hummed, already taking a seat on one of the intact stools. The flame forgot about the broom he had been handling, dropping it off to the side to pay attention to something a tad more interesting. “Oh, only if you have the G,” he chuckled, moving to his place behind the counter, folding his arms on the counter. Tired red eyelights flicked up the the bartender, his left phalanges drumming rhythmically along the surface of the counter while his other hand fiddled with his dirtied coat, stained with a faint red here and there. “G? Well, I’m afraid I must have left my money at home,” he sighed, feigning sorrow. “Perhaps a trade would suffice?” With a small grin, the skeleton quickly pulled a glass bottle of liquor, the bottle itself rather thick and intricate in design. It must be something good. Grillby took it up, unable to help the smile that tore though his usually smooth surface. “Well, as much as I appreciate it, I am a bartender,” he chuckled, glancing away from the bottle. “Then let’s call it a… small gift, then,” Gaster compromised, waving a dismissive hand. “Besides, it’s one hundred ninety proof.” That seemed to catch the other’s interest. A higher proof alcohol was a treat for most heat-based monsters, as the drink contained more alcohol than it did any other substance they threw in. It was like drinking rubbing alcohol. “Really? Now how on earth did you get you slimy, bony fingers on something like this?” he asked, tempted to pop the bottle open for a sip right there, but decided to save it for a more special time, when he was feeling in the mood for a treat.  

“The trash heaps of Waterfall,” Gaster answered, folding his hands as he gave a small yawn to show his readiness to sleep on the spot. “Since you can’t exactly look yourself, I have to look for the both of us.” Grillby put the bottle in his inventory, the torn smile forming a smirk as he turned to pour the skeleton the usual: a small, square glass of Scotch, no ice. “Oh? Is the genius and evil Gaster becoming soft? Giving presents and such?” he teased, causing the skeleton to just roll his eyelights as he took his drink and had a few sips. “Nevermind you. So, how’s the bar?” he asked.

“Fine enough,” he replied. “How’s the lab? I see you’ve worked another tireless night.”

“Disastrous, but still successful all the same. How is the girl?”

“A brat as always. How are the boys?”

“Sans is being difficult with the tests, but otherwise fine. What’s with the broken stool.”

“A drunk. Nothing special. What’s with the red stains?”

“I’ve been experimenting with a new chemical. So a dull day for you?”

“Mostly,” he sighed. “But you know how I enjoy the business. Sure, there are a few annoying ones, but that’s natural. Besides, the day always tends to get better once you come along.” Gaster blinked and looked away for a moment as a smile grew, his skull flushing a tint of red. Once he had looked back at Grillby, he was slightly surprised to see him leaning in close, a devious smirk crossed over that face, with a wanting look in the eyes that topped over the glasses he wore. “I’m about to close up,” the flame informed. “Finish up and give me what I want, Gaster. Before we head out.” Gaster gave him a sly look, but was quick to comply, gulping down the rest of his drink before leaning in to meet him for a kiss. It lasted only a second, but the drug-like affect it seemed to have in the skeleton seemed to be proof of its work. Grillby seemed satisfied and began to close down the bar. Gaster followed suit, leaving his stool, straightening his coat, and waiting by the door for the other to be done.  

Soon enough, the bar was closed. It was almost six at this point, and Grillby was looking forward to a nice date with his bed after sending his girl to school. Gaster exited the establishment, with the purple fire monster in tow. However, just as Grillby had turned the last lock to the building, he blacked out for a moment.

The next thing he knew, all he could feel was pain. For once, he felt cold. Nothing but cold. He was lying in the snow, vision blurry, but he could still feel his own body diminishing with every second passing by. He could hear a muffled should of surprise, barely able to concentrate on anything anymore as he felt as if he was about to fall.

Gaster barely had time to process anything. One moment, he’s watching Grillby close up the bar, and the next, a monster appears from behind the corner and throws a bucket of water on them. Not even half a second later, he heard and unnatural, gurgled screech as his friend fell to the snow, the bright light that had once illuminated be dark space now fading, and fast.

From pure instinct, Gaster grabbed the soul of the perpetrator. He recognized the fiend as some drunken monster, a frequenter of the bar. That didn’t matter. His sockets flashed a deadly red, something large already forming behind him, and before the monster could even get a word or beg out, he was immediately incinerated by a summoned Gaster Blaster. Dust fell to the ground scattering in the snow.

Now onto more important matters.

Grillby was dying. His flames were barely even half his original size now, growing smaller and smaller as his body shut down from not being able to sustain itself the only real solid part was the purple soul, which was quickly beginning to fade into white from the cold snow. Gaster cursed loudly, scooped up the soul to try and keep it warm, and quickly wretched a piece of wood from the window frame, as anything on the ground would bee too wet. He hurriedly wiped it of snow and steadily placed it near the rapidly depleting flames of the discoloring soul.  

“Fucking hell, Grillby,” he whispered when the flames wouldn’t take to the wood at first. “You better not die on me. Please don’t die on me.” The flames still didn’t take. “I need you,” he whispered. “Your kids needs you. Don’t you did on me. Not now.”

Slowly, the tip of the wood began to blacken, a good sign. Eventually, the wood began to burn, and a small purple flame appeared on the end. Gaster gave a gasp of relief, quickly unlocking the door to the bar and shutting it with a slam; locking it. He moved at a brisk walk, shielding the small flame and soul with his hand so the wind wouldn’t blow them out. “Don’t worry, Grillby,” he whispered, moving to the broken stool and grabbing the shattered leg. “I won’t let you die. I’ve got you.” He grabbed the bottle of high proof alcohol he had gotten him, popping out the cork and dribbling it along the plank of wood, causing the fire to grow in size considerably. The soul was quickly placed in the fire to warm it. He added the leg to that fire, watching it slowly burn.

“I bet you really regret moving to Snowdin now, don’t you?” he grunted to the steadily growing fire. The soul was still a very faded purple, almost a soft lilac. Gaster’s soul gripped at the thought of Grillby having already fallen; he couldn’t lose him. Not now and not ever.

He got up to get more wood, and once he came back, he was shocked to see the soul even more discolored than before, a sign of a dying monster. He sat close to the fire, trying to stoke it as much as possible with wood and fire, but he soul wasn’t getting any better. Gaster wasn’t ready to give up, though.

“Y-you’re going to be fine,” he said to the flames, his voice shaking slightly. “I won’t let you die.” To his surprise, the flames rose a bit more. Gaster smiled. “I won’t let you die, Grillby. I need you,” he continued. “Me. Your daughter. We both need you.” Without much thought, he stuck his boned hands into the flames, gently wrapping around the dying soul with a gentleness he hadn’t shown in decades. “You’re safe with me. You’re going to live, or else I wouldn’t be able to live without you. You’re not dying on me. Not today.” Words like these were repeated, not minding the burning of his bones. To his glee, when he took another peek at the soul, some of the color was restored. This seemed to be doing the trick. He continued his words of assurance and devotion, feeling that once empty soul of his pulse once, almost in sync with the soul in his hands. “You’re not going to die,” he continued to whispered. “Not now. Not ever. I won’t let you.” He closed his sockets, a smile creeping up on his skull. “I need you just as much as you need me right now.”

These words were repeated over and over, echoing out into the flickering darkness, illuminated only by the steady flames that Gaster was now hunched over. He gently placed soul back, not stopping his whispering as he saw the shades of the once dying soul brighten even more. And so he watched the flames, forgetting about duties and work and sleep. Right now, it was just him and the fire.

[sheewolf85]

Time to get FRESH

A new laptop!

Opening up commissions to all who are interested. Proceeds go to @sansy-fresh to help fund a new laptop for school and so he can continue creating awesome content for us to enjoy.

Will Write:

Undertale and the “main 4” AUs

Fontcest, Papcest, Sanscest

NSFW (must prove you are over 18 to request this content)

Reader insert

My main ships are Spicyhoney, Kustard, and reader inserts, but I will also write Frans, Grillster, Sansby, and others. Ask if your ship is not listed here or in the Will Not Write section

Will Not Write: 

NSFW with Gaster and his boys (if they are not related, then this content is fine)

Characters other than the skeletons as the main protagonists (shipping aside)

Underage ships (i.e. Frans where Frisk is a child)

For NSFW, I accept and will write most kinks. I do have limits. Please do not request anything involving scat, urine, vomit, vore, or saliva. Please feel free to ask questions if you’re not sure if your kink will be okay.

Prices:

$5 per 1000 words

i.e. $10 = 2000 words; $20 = 4000 words; etc.

Up to 6000 words

+3 for NSFW

Some kinks will require an extra $1 charge. Please ask about this privately

Slots:

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Fresh’s Ko-Fi link: https://ko-fi.com/freshcreates 

*Note: If you are requesting NSFW content, PLEASE DO NOT WRITE ANY SUGGESTIVE MESSAGES IN THE NOTES ON FRESH’S KO-FI. THIS WILL GET HIM IN TROUBLE. AVOID THIS. DON’T DO IT. JUST SAY NO.

*Also Note: As I have a few commitments this month, I will begin writing your commissions after November 1st.

[the-fan-behind-the-curtian]

Grillstertember “In the Past”

It’s a little late, but I finished the Grillster fic! You can read it on ao3, or here under the cut. Hope none of ya’ll are lactose intolerant because it’s a cheesy one with a side of angst!

Time is nonexistent in the void. What might feel like a minute in the cutting darkness, could be months in the Underground. So Gaster makes sure that he checks on the timelines as often as possible. Once he found the strength in his fractured soul, he decided to visit a loved one. The forgotten doctor emerged from a wall in Waterfall. His form unstable and viable to none.

It seemed to be a quiet day in the Underground. Monsters strolling through the blue glowing grass, having hushed conversations with each other in the rain, or silently watching the starry-rocks twinkle above. It warmed the old man’s soul as he moved his gelatinous body westward. It wasn’t long before rain gave way to fog and snow. In Snowdin the children ran about, and sometime through, Gaster. Mingled with the cold air came the familiar smell of fried food. The mysterious monster approached the building, and gazed through the frosted window. There inside he found the bar’s namesake, and the love of his life. An amusing memory began playing in the front of Gaster mind as he watched his fire mix drinks. It was the memory of when he first met the elemental.

In the past Gaster lived alone in Waterfall studying echo flowers, and working on his royal science projects. This new project would do wonders for the Underground. Giving everyone the power to use electricity, instead of having to rely on one’s own magic. With a project this important in his hands, Gaster made sure there was nothing that got in the way of him and completion. Save for mind-numbing hunger and an empty fridge. Reluctantly the young scientist left his house to see the new restaurant in Snowdin.

It wasn’t hard to find due to the crowd surrounding the place. Normally Gaster would greet someone, but his head was too foggy from the hunger to start a conversation. Instead he weaved his bony frame passed the people, and to the door. Once inside Gaster found that there was no line. Maybe they were done with their food, or just wanted to see the new establishment. Either way, the skeleton was thankful for it.

Gaster slumped on an empty stool, though he wished he had the energy to be attentive. After being handed a menu, Gaster put it close to his face and tried to read. “Tried” being the keyword. Was he that sleep deprived too? Or was it bad handwriting? “WHAT ARE FRIES?” he accidentally said out loud.

“Did you say something?” Huh, someone heard him.

Gaster turned to the monster and signed, “Do you know what ‘fries’ are?”

“Oh!” the bird-monster smiled. “It’s a new thing from the surface. They’re really good.” Then with more concern in their voice, “Are you okay?”

Gaster gave an unconvincing, sleepy smile. “Perfectly okay.”

The bird-monster nodded, “Riiight. Hey, Grillby! An order of fries!” They turned to Gaster, “You look too tired to order anything.”

Gaster began to protest, but stopped when a glowing hand gave him a plate full of hot fries. Instead he quickly nodded a thanks before digging in. Halfway through practically inhaling the fried potatoes, Gaster noticed the orange glow again. For the first time he looked up at the owner of said glow and--

Hot.

Being an elemental made of fire, the monster on the other side of the counter was, indeed, very hot. Gaster felt his cheekbones turn lavender as he mentally screamed. The elemental handed him a bottle of ketchup, but Gaster couldn’t move his gaze from the monster’s amber face.

Again the fire-monster silently offered the bottle.

The young scientist mentally seized his senses. With fidgety hands he signed, “T-thank you! Much appreciated!” and then took the bottle with a tad-too-wide smile.

He watched with lavender face as the elemental nodded, then attended to another customer.

“That’s Grillby,” the bird-monster said, unaware of his internal explosion. “He’s not much for words, but makes some great food.”

Gaster said the bartender’s name in his own font. He liked the name. However Gaster liked the man more.

The memory faded, and Gaster found himself still in front of the bar. He fazed through the window, and drifted over to Grillby. The fiery-man was in the middle of serving a table. Gaster smiled contently at the sight, but the grin was quickly removed upon closer inspection of the living fire.

Grillby’s flaming eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and his fire burned a hotter yellow.

“What’s wrong?” the scientist signed out of courtesy.

Of course he didn’t get a reply. Instead Grillby returned to the counter and checked the nearby calendar.

What could be worrying him so? Gaster peered over his shoulder, and saw the date. Oh. He looked to Grillby, who was holding the side of his handsome head in confusion. I’m sorry you don’t remember. How he wished he could fill the emptied memories. Or maybe talk, or just have Grillby know that he is still with him.

In the past the two spent all their spare time together. Whether it was an elaborate date night, or just a quiet evening at the bar, they enjoyed every moment. After many months others began to think the two were already married. Some nights the fire and skeleton talked about the idea. Should they? Is it necessary? When would they have the time? But after each of these conversations the two decided that, yes, it would be nice to get married. However, due to the couple’s busy schedules, nothing was done about the matter.

After one long work day Gaster was feeling rather happy-- no, ecstatic! All systems were a go on the CORE, and power was given to the Underground. As soon as he was off the clock, Gaster teleported to Grillby’s closed bar. With a flourish of his lab coat, the scientist turned to the shining light bulb he installed the day before.

Gaster pointed from his sockets to the bulb, “Look! It’s working! What do you think?” Stars filled the eye-lights on his hopeful skull.

“… Good.” Grillby replied, happy, but unfazed by his boyfriend's spontaneous arrival.  

“It’s fantastic! After years of debating, and building, and rebuilding, and rebuilding again, it’s done! Now we can use electricity! No more torches for light! You won’t have to power your stoves with your magic anymore!”

“… Wing?”

“Yes?”

For a moment Gaster swore that he saw nervousness in Grillby’s glass-covered eyes. “…………... I’m glad.”

“Thank you.” Gaster held his metaphorical heart.

“………….. Come here.”

“What is it?” Gaster approached the counter that the fire-monster stood in front of.

Grillby took the scientist’s skeletal hand in his warm ones. Gaster felt him place something in his phalanges. The elemental removed his now yellow hands to reveal a single, silver ring.

A soft lavender touched Gaster’s cheekbones. Is he…?

He looked back to Grillby to find he was an anxious mix of yellows and blues. “…………… Wing Ding Gaster?”

“Y-yes?” The skeleton fidgeted.

“………….. We’ve been dating for a long time… And we always talked about………….. spending our futures together… but never did anything about it…. I think it’s time we changed that.”

He is! And-- now he’s on one knee! Even though he should have expected something like this to happen, the doctor found himself flustered all the same.

Gaster watched as his love’s flames turned more azure with every pause. “………….. Every time I look into your eyes… hear you laugh… see you smile… see you happy...” Grillby took a deep breath and gathered his courage. “… I want to be the cause of your happiness. So… will you--”

Before he knew what he was doing, Gaster dropped down on one knee.

Grillby gazed on in shock.

Gaster nodded his hand, “Yes.”

“… I… didn’t finish.”

The skeleton chuckled. “You didn’t have too.”

Suddenly a breath of blue fire enveloped Grillby’s beaming face. Soul overflowing with emotion, Gaster snatched a warm kiss. A few moments later Grillby pulled away, while crackling laughter popped and fizzed from his smiling mouth. Gaster pressed his ivory forehead into the cozy flames. He wanted everything to stay just like that.

As joyous as the memory was, it hurt to remember. To be the only one to remember. Too see the confused look on Grillby’s face. Gaster watched as his love spent the evening glancing at the calendar, the clock, and once he even checking his pocket for his wallet. At the end of the day the elemental finished cleaning up in thought-filled silence. Then came the lights, and finally the door. Gaster tried to touch Grillby’s shoulder. His heart tore as his hand fazed through.

There was a click of the key, followed by a frosted sigh.

“…………… I think… I’m forgetting something.”

Hey, I wrote something for a ship for once in my life. And I had a lot of fun writing it. Hoped you liked reading it too!

@valorousowl

[mayas-art-blog]

@silverskye13 Day two of Grillster Shipping Month is here, featuring Outertale. You have no idea how proud I am of this. That little fire planet is my pride and joy.

[leafy-yezi]

Hi okay your Grillster art is AMAZING and the fandom is so lacking in Grillster okay especially the Underfell Grillster I love it your amazing at art I'll shush now *hug*

*hug back*Thank you~I am new to the undertale fandom, especially the Gaster-related fandom, I only have a crush on him for less then three month. But Gaster gives me so many inspirations that I can't stop drawing him.Grillster, this amazing beautiful ship also grows on me, they are just adorable together!I have a lot of free time this semester so I won't be stopping anytime soon( ･ㅂ･)و

[silverskye13]

Bodyguard grillster? I love you and your art and I hope you have a nice day.

I like to thing bg!Grillby often sings bg!Gaster to sleep because I'm a sucker for that kind of thing

[aeris-blue]

August is ending which means good ol’ Grillstertember is right around the corner! Weekly prompts seemed to be a welcomed idea last year but this time we gave options ^^

[valorousowlart]

another Grillster shipping month/Grillseptember/grillstember pic

this time its the swap couple River!Gaster and his love, sharing a kiss before they go to work in the morning. It’s hard spending so much time apart but it’s fine when they can come home to each other.

[maya-tl]

@silverskye13

Day three of Grillster Shipping Month is here, featuring Littletale!

I drew this really quickly, and it honestly turned out so good, so I had to post the unedited picture too.