#i want to practice more on the draw of gaster blaster

[nova2cosmos]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THESE ADORABLE AND AMAZING BEANS!

BASIC OMG THE CUTENESS BABY GROW SO MUCH!!!

COWBOY!! ahem i Mean SEMPER an EPIC BOY AND SO FUNNY TO ANNOYED!!<33

Dude i missed them sm!

with these cocoa i tryed a new pose and lineart thing, and some perspective:)

hope you likexDD

ahhhhhh i love these two sm!!!

Basic Sans belongs to @susartwork Semper Sans Belongs to @soonthealien Art by me

[luckyfinch]

Chapter 10: No Going Back

Other chapters, warnings, n all that jazz HERE

chapter word count: 1.6k

It had been steady, at first. Nothing to look twice at. Never changing too much, staying at its typical level of upset.

 Then, a small brightness. 

Then, an eruption of raw, traitorous anger.

Even as unnatural waves of calm-calm-calm rushed through, the anger remained strong. If anything it grew. 

It didn’t take long for Nightmare to pinpoint the exact AU, after that. The guardian, out at the time (even a being as old and violent as him needed to get out on his own occasionally), had been immediately aware of his ward’s absence upon returning to his domain. The rest of his no-brain crew (and Cross) hadn’t yet seemed to notice, a fact that annoyed him greatly. There was nobody to blame, though. Nightmare had declared Swap no-longer a flight risk after the remaining Stars’ had infiltrated the lair; Swap had the chance to leave then and there, if he’d wanted to. 

Rage pressed in on the small room as he threw open the door, reaching out to each corner and suffocating any trace of his “brother.” The golden skeleton was upstairs, clearly- Nightmare could feel his aura trying to press in on the ball of absolute raw negativity with him. 

A disgusting burst of joy had his attention snapping to the left. On the ground lay an Underfell Sans-variant, unconscious. Nightmare stepped over to them, and immediately understood: Dream had placed them into a deep, deep sleep. Their dreams were filled with the same artificial positivity the room upstairs was leaking. Suppressing a growl the guardian rested an appendage onto their leg, slowly drawing them out of the rest. Then, he stepped over them, leaving the Sans behind to thunder up the stairs. 

With Dream, another blast sounded, barely giving him time to jump out of the way. Glass shattered and burnt to a crisp as the window and surrounding wall exploded with the Gaster Blaster’s ray—where Dream had stood a moment prior. Swap really wasn’t pulling his punches. A shrill “eep!” escaped the Guardian of Positivity when another Gaster Blaster formed, and he had no choice but to take a leap out of the now-hole in the wall. 

He rolled with his landing, though stumbled in getting to his feet. The summoned-machetes fell into the snow a foot away. A guttural shout announced Swap’s departure from this AU’s skeleton’s house followed by a thud as his booted feet hit the ground. 

“Bl- Blue, just- you aren’t acting like yourself! Listen to me!” Dream stuttered out, unable to quench the pinch of fear grabbing at his Apple-SOUL. He had never seen his friend like this before. The negativity pouring from him brought Dream again to his knees as he tried standing, reaching for his weapons, just- something, he needed to do something to stop this fight. Underfell was already a negative enough AU for the guardian to be in, and the added pressure of Swap’s fury felt like a physical weight on his back.

“I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!” Came the heated reply. 

Another pang against Dream. The hammer came down once more, leaving splintered bone in its wake. Dream screamed in pain, mouth hanging open even as his voice died out, hands scrabbling behind him for purchase in the snow to drag himself away. His leg was already starting to heal itself, but that didn’t take away from the hurting. 

Then, through the waves coming off the approaching Swap, was an aura of pure negativity moving slowly toward him. He felt like emptying his non-existent stomach, nausea churning throughout his body. The force of it pressed in on him painfully. It almost felt like it would crush his skull beneath it. As a shadow raised above him once more, Dream tried desperately to scoot backwards, to focus his eyes—The warhammer Swap wielded was posed, ready to swing downward right where his chest currently lay. Panic bloomed within him. He couldn’t drown it out fast enough, and the feeling of negativity within himself was so overwhelming he shook. 

A practically immortal being, Guardian of Positivity throughout the multiverse, spawn of Nym; reduced to a shaking, crying, scared mess of bones beneath a mere mortal monster. Swap wouldn’t be able to kill him he knew, being what he was- only Negativity could, the raw kind that- that was.. standing right behind Swap. 

The dark coated boots thumped mutedly through the snow as they approached. A dripping, twisting tentacle rested on Swap’s shoulder. The hammer raised above him quivered, being eased from Swap’s grip by the rest of Nightmare’s dark limbs. 

It was then that Dream registered the thick tears spilling from the blue-clad skeleton’s empty sockets. He, himself, was shaking in place. Nightmare—the proximity was burning him it burned it burned oh Stars please it burned—silently turned Swap around, dropping the hammer to the side and allowing the slightly taller of the two to wrap his arms around him. Swap clenched his fingers in the fabric of Nightmare’s stained hoodie, shaking harder with the force of his unleashed sobs. 

Nightmare’s one eye light remained unwaveringly staring into Dream’s over Swap’s shoulder. 

“We’ve been worried about you, Swap.” Said Nightmare. 

“I-“ 

“Don’t force yourself to speak.” 

Another hiccup left the crying skeleton. His guard was yet to lower, mind yelling that there was still an enemy around and why was his back turned to them, but despite the anguish he felt, he knew that Nightmare would take care of it. It was difficult to trust the sentiment in many ways, but he felt himself minutely relax in Nightmare’s hold regardless. 

Nightmare, on the other hand, was seething. His tentacles twitched behind him, reacting to the negativity that was pouring from Swap’s SOUL. Nightmare was soaking it up like a rotten sponge, and Dream flinched as he felt his brother’s enemy’s aura grow stronger in real time. Had his ward not made it clear enough that he didn’t need “saving” before? Perhaps Nightmare had been too hesitant in his claiming of Swap for his side in the Guardians' of Feelings little war, too unwilling to send Swap into the field just yet. Well, now was as good a time as any, he supposed, hesitantly resting a hand on Swap’s shoulder all while not breaking eye contact with the pathetic form of his “brother.” 

“I assume things need to be cleared up,” Nightmare’s icily calm voice stated rather than asked. “Your little.. teammate… came to me willingly. He is under my protection. He is mine.” 

Swap tensed slightly in Nightmare’s hold, soothed a moment later by a stroke of a dark-boned hand. His figure slumped with the motion, put to a light rest with a simple whispered command. 

“Y-You.. Night, don- don’t… don’t.. he woul.. wouldn’t.” The skeleton really wasn’t sure what he was begging for, but the words tumbled out past the pain. “Blue’s not li-like that. He couldn’t ev.. ever..” 

The oozing form of the self-proclaimed King of Negativity smiled down at him in a wicked way, all sharp and antagonizing. He leaned down closer to Dream, presence intimidating even as he cradled Swap to his chest like a baby-bones. 

“If you think he couldn’t… then you never really knew him at all, did you?” 

Dream didn’t have a response for that. 

Nightmare knew it, too. His smile dropped as he stared down at the gold-clad man. “You’re really pathetic,” He said, entirely unsympathetic. “Swap sought me out, on the brink of exhaustion and with no defense. He didn’t want to help me. He didn’t want to betray you.” 

He wanted to escape you. I don’t want to think you could be so oblivious, but.. it seems I gave you too much credit, ‘brother.’”

Pain wracked the Guardian, Nightmare’s boot coming down on his still-mending leg. The raw negativity in the disgusting tar which coated his form was searing on Dream’s bones. He screamed, hands clawing at the snow while he tried in vain to pull away. Nightmare slowly rolled his foot, taking satisfaction in the feel of bone crunching under it. Finally he grew bored of the screams, letting the pressure up and turning around without another word. A portal opened with a strike of a tentacle, and then Nightmare and his ward were gone.

Dream didn’t know how long he laid there, panting in the snow. Waiting for his leg to heal itself.

He couldn’t understand. Where had he gone wrong? Blue, so happy and kind and selfless and loving, strong though so, so fragile.. Dream couldn’t imagine his friend ever turning to evil. Nightmare’s voice rang painfully in his head. It wasn’t about being good or bad, for .. Swap. It was about…

Not being with Dream, not being with Ink. If they were on the other side, would Bl- Swap have left evil for good, too? Something told him, yes, he would. But- why? What had happened? Yes, it was dangerous, but it was dangerous for Nightmare’s troupe, too. Swap’s AU had been a casualty, but that wasn’t a fault to Dream nor Ink; if that were the case, it’d make more sense that he run from Error. 

No, this was personal. It had to be. But- What had he ever done? What had Ink done? Dream had done his best to keep Swap happy. How could he have felt so bad without the Guardian noticing?

… Oh. 

Dream pushed himself up to his feet, testing his freshly healed leg. There was shouting not too far in the distance, coming from the house Swap had been hiding out in. He paid no mind to the noise or negativity, tried to ignore the lurch of his SOUL and the urge to press out his aura and to help the arguing monsters’ feel better. 

Maybe Dream had messed up. 

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[monsoonxskies]

Can I say this?-okay-

I FREAKING LOVE YOUR TRANSFORMATIONS OF CHARACTERS TURNING INTO WEREWOLVES,DEMON LIKE DRAGONS, GASTER BLASTERS- and ETC!!!

You are very talented but I got a question to ask cause I’m working on a sketch of a transformation of my oc turning into like a dragon and I sometimes messes up on the sketch so have you even like sketch your favorite character or a new human oc or oc turning into a dragon?

Thanks and have a great day/night!

(Sorry if I was rambling- and I sorta of had this in my mind for awhile and I didn’t had the guts to ask cause of how shy I am-and sorry again if this sorta of sounds cringe or bad-I just woke up-)

So sorry for the delay with my response! I planned on answering rather quickly but my college schedule didn’t allow it, haha- I appreciate the compliment! And I’m glad you enjoy my content! : D

Assuming you mean to ask how I like to start sketching out my transformation pieces- Theres a couple main things to keep in mind:

Try to figure out what form you’d like to have your character go to first! Before I ever drew any Demon! Luca transformation art, I designed his full demon form and experimented with partial forms!

You’ll often notice with my transformation art that I tend to default to a certain partial form. When you do this, the most you need to worry about getting across is the emotion! I tend to go for fear and pain, but there’s a lot of different options!

Don’t be worried about things not making sense anatomy-wise! Transformations aren’t always pretty or predictable, so awkward middle stages sometimes have the best effect on the piece. “Ugly” mid-transformation characters are oftentimes the most beautiful in this type of art!

Furthermore, with anatomy, I like to figure out where the common points are between human and animal anatomy. The feet is where these kinds of studies are most important in my opinion, as it’s where some of the more drastic and difficult to understand changes take place.

Feel free to let me know if parts of this don’t make sense- I’ll gladly illustrate what I’m talking about in a separate post!

As a final thing, I’ll show the general process I go through while sketching out my transformation artwork:

First, I start with general guidelines. I use a circle for the head, crossed lines to indicate facial feature placement. I use a line to map out the curvature of the back, and I use a box to map out the chest. You want it to taper a bit towards the bottom to show the end of the rib cage. A horizontal line represents the hips, then I use circles for joints and lines for the limbs themselves. Arms are mapped out the same way.

Next, I start putting in the major details. This involves actually drawing out all the limbs in full, sketching where the hair is going to be, mapping the facial expression, etc. With the face, I put the nose where the lines intersect, put the eyes along the horizontal line, and put the mouth in the center of the vertical line, under the nose.

Finally, I add the rest of the details. This is ultimately just refining the sketch to make it nice and readable. I usually erase my guidelines and initial sketch work here so none of that interrupts the details of the final piece.

Hopefully this helps you a bit! It all comes down to a lot of practice and experimentation to really figure out what works and what doesn’t, but you’ll definitely get there! I always recommend studying art from your favorite artists and seeing what you can incorporate into your own style! I’ve definitely got inspirations of my own that have really built up my style to this date ^^

[futzilee]

Guys you'll never believe it I'm indulging in fanfiction culture (it's Chevron and Error time)

Who tf is Chevron? Maybe I'll post ab him once I uh. Learn how to draw 💀

Anyway

“Why do you ALWAYS show up whenever I'm trying to do something?” Chevron snarled as Error, as always, conveniently arrived after Chevron went to great lengths to get rid of Frisk. Error simply closed the portal he came through as Chevron snapped, “Don't you have the ability to destroy an AU without needing me to do the hard part? Oh wait, you can't. ”

Error approached Chevron, his yellow teeth in a wide smile. “You just make my life so much easier… it’s motivating to get to work when the work’s already halfway done, dontcha think?”

The human grasped onto the lingering soul and backed away. Error wouldn’t be destroying the soul this time. This time, Chevron was going to win, and figure out how to get the determination from the soul and put it into his own… somehow. He had practiced since the last time this happened… which was a staggering 3 days ago.

Error shrugged, scraped some monster dust off his teeth, and flicked it back into the dusty atmosphere. Chevron’s chest tightened. “You know, it sure would make my job a lot easier if you just handed the soul over this time. I’m still recovering from the last time you ‘fought’ me.” Error snickered and resumed closing the gap between himself and Chevron.

Chevron wanted to say something but felt Undyne pushing her way to the surface of his soul, leaving him completely unable to act for himself.

“You wanna say that again, PUNK?” Chevron challenged, the cadence of his voice changing slightly to better match that of the Royal Guard’s. He stomped his foot into the ground and grilled it in, leaning forward with his fists pulled up. “I’ll take you out in a fight ANY DAY OF THE WEEK! You’re nothing but a weak-headed, stupid-sighted bully and I, Undyne-Chevron, will strike you down!!”

Error simply waved away the absurdity. “Call me whatever you want. You’re just a freak anomaly that shouldn’t exist. I’ll actually get rid of you this time.”

Chevron huffed out a misshapen spear and clutched it in his hand, summoning more pathetic, crooked spears (half of them resembled unbaked cookie dough) and aimed them all at Error. “Aim” might be too strong a word. It was more like… they flew out in all directions and maybe one or two sort of flew towards Error. The skeleton didn’t even need to move to dodge the attack.

“Nyagh… what the hell?? Why isn’t it working?” Chevron tried summoning another magic attack, sweat quickly forming a puddle on his forehead. Error summoned his magic attack, a gaster blaster, and blasted Chevron.

Chevron forced his way back to the top of his soul, kicking Undyne out of the driver's seat. Though he hated it, Chevron knew this song and dance from way before he met Error. He healed himself with some spider cider he had snagged on his way through the Ruins and cast the magic attack he practiced: a swarm of magic insects.

Error desperately swatted at the bugs while Chevron took a much-needed breath from his inhaler. His attack didn't last long, dispersing mere seconds after swamping Error. The human grabbed at the soul again, Error having the same idea (only his idea of “grabbing” was using magic blue strings).

The skeleton yanked the soul toward him, forcing Chevron to trip and rip a hole in the knee of his black leggings. Error tugged again to get the soul loose from Chevron but he clutched onto it with vigor. Using his free hand, Chevron produced a shovel from his infinitely resourceful sleeve and batted at Error.

The glitchy skeleton threw his arm to the opposite side, slamming both Chevron and the soul into a cavern wall. The shovel went flying into a little pool of water. A cough forced itself out of Chevron's chest, staining the ground in front of him with a splatter of blood. He regained his balance enough to grab onto Error’s strings, going full feral mode and biting at them to try to cut them loose from the precious heart-shaped container of pure determination.

Error’s entire body spazzed out and his already poor eyesight worsened with the addition of a thousand “ERROR” messages. Chevron grabbed onto the strings and forced them off the soul, took another breath from his inhaler, and sent a much smaller wave of insects toward the other.

“UGH… This is so ANNOYING,” Error bemoaned. He took a step back, summoned a dozen more gaster blasters, and fired them willy-nilly. Chevron carefully danced around the Ruins to avoid getting hit and his soul stirred as such a beautiful place was set ablaze. Toriel couldn't stand to watch it, either. She forced herself to the forefront, just as Undyne had.

Wordlessly, effortlessly, Chevron summoned a fire attack and fired it at Error, who finally lost balance and fell into the water. He glitched tf out and fought to get out of the water but found himself slipping. Toriel retreated and allowed Chevron control over his own body once more. Chevron inched towards Error and looked down at him trying to make out what was happening.

“I'll just be taking this. Maybe someone will come and save you. Consider this,” he took another breath, “one victory for me.”

Chevron swung himself around when several red, glitched-out bones flew from Error and impaled Chevron's chest. They ruined the froggit hoodie, too. The human collapsed and coughed out more droplets of blood, clinging to the ground as if it were his lifeline. The ruined world around him blurred and in the corner of his eye, he saw two unfamiliar humans, a man and a woman, hovering over him.

Stay determined.

To ruin the mood, a dark puddle of ink formed just a few feet away from Chevron's dying body. Another skeleton-this one covered in epic paint-splatter tattoos-sprung out. He observed the damage and pulled out his paintbrush to fix the Ruins before returning to Mr. Spazz and Future Tweenage Corpse. He acknowledged the dust and the Frisk corpse and rubbed his eye sockets.

“Dream, I need you in here real fast,” Ink said to the static atmosphere, summoning another skeleton. This one had the coolest outfit of them all—a golden cape-dress-thing, a sleeveless top with bicep-length gloves, a bow (for shooting), and a crown. He was also the guardian of all positive feelings.

“Yeah, Ink?” Dream collected himself and observed his surroundings. “Ah, oh.” He looked down at Chevron. “There's so many feelings coming from them.”

“Cthulu?” Ink questioned.

“Stripe,” Error corrected, still spazzing out in the pool.

Ink was already spaced out from the conversation.

“No… his name was… um…” Dream pressed a thumb to his chin. “Shelly… no…. Shantel…tron? Anyways… it seems so crowded in there… how can so many emotions fit inside such a tiny person…?”

“Uh, yeah, that's cool,” Ink interjected, “but ever since Champaign showed up, they've been having these massive fights with Error and honestly I'd rather hang out in the AUs than protect them all the time, you get what I'm saying?” Ink's left eye looked like it was having a seizure as he tried to wink at Dream.

“You should want to protect the AUs, Ink, but… having Tron around makes it hard for me to find certain people. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Dream glanced at Ink, whose face was still seizing. “Oh, okay. I get the kid and you get Error?”

“Yes-siree!” Ink stopped making his face wig out and body-slammed Error out of the water, allowing him to finally stop glitching out. (”Dont TOUCH ME—!!¡¡!”) Dream carefully unskewered Chevron and helped him stand up. After a few pats on the back and some bs Dream magic, Chevron was back to normal. Health-wise. His hoodie and leggings were still ruined.

“What? There's even more Sanses?” Chevron mumbled.

Ink chimed, “Yup-! I'm Ink, this is Dream, and we're sending you on a deluxe vacation!”

Before Chevron could even think to respond, Dream and Ink shoved Chevron and Error through a portal where they landed smack-dab in the middle of an empty, foggy, miserably flat field.

[zarla-s]

out of curiosity, at what point in the creation process of handplates did you start mapping out the full plot? and how often have you improvised scenes?

It was very early, haha. Well, at least certain plotpoints I got down very fast... a sketch of the brothers with Asgore shows up only two pages from where I doodled the first Handplates comic, with this one on the second page. You can also see me thumbing out this one on the same page, haha. So the basic ideas were already down at this point.

lol i was drawing asgore from memory and had no idea what he looked like

Looking back through old asks, it looks like I have the basic overall picture of it down by the end of that December (2015). The thing about the structure of Handplates though is that since each comic was sort of a self-contained scene, that meant it was easy to do a one-shot scene here and there if the idea came to me. The lab was a very easy place to do this with (you can see one of my story maps at the time left me a lot of room to add or move or remove scripts as they came to me, one of those wips never saw the light of day), and when the brothers were with Asgore it was easy to come up with little self-contained ideas too. So while I still had the overall structure down, there was room to slot in individual scenes I hadn't originally planned on, and since I was working so far ahead it was easier to find ways to make an idea fit into the rest of it.

After the brothers left Asgore's place though the plot got a bit more linear and connected and it was harder to just do a one-shot scene here and there. I think one of the last one-shot random scenes I did was the brothers practicing with their blasters, which was a more recent idea at the time too.

In the first part when I was doing them without a real plan I ended up having to do a lot of improvising to get them all in logical order later. One of the things that's always bugged me is that I did this one early before I really had solid plans and Papyrus mentions seeing things, but that became a problem later when I wanted to expand on the whole concept and how it came about. So they end up keeping it a secret for a while until Papyrus blows it, but if I'd had it all planned out beforehand it would have just been a straight shot from Lasers in the Eyes -> Future Vision -> Gaster finds out. I ended up having to finagle it a bit to get it to hang together, it's always kind of bothered me. If I had to make one edit to Handplates it'd probably be smoothing that whole arc out.

Most of the time though, the little solo random ones I did before I got it all down served as interesting linchpins for me to work around later. I like trying to figure out explanations for things and slotting things into place, so taking my random at the time ideas and putting them into a bigger logical puzzle was a fun challenge. That's another fun part about the self-contained structure of the comics, it makes it easier to do that kind of thing, haha.

[dumist]

Heah, in the middle of 2022 I'm doing an skelesona... Why do I need a new victim for Self incert fic... Anyway, *Drop* THIS IS PRISMA!

Firstly: Yes she is inspired by Ink (Ink belong to Comyet)

And Background Facts (and a little bit of Lore):

- Prisma He is a dead creator (aka me) who had her soul taken out of the reincarnation cycle in an undue way, so her soul is fractured;

- It's an out!code with original type! (Not a sans/papyrus);

- There are two "canonical" clothing changes the first (blue shirt) is the outfit she was created with, based on Ink and classical! Sans, the second exchange was created by herself;

- little Lore: Fate do shit, they Ink (forced good of creation/destruction) commits suicide, Fate take a soul that is not yours and put in ink's old code in a lazily form, Destiny see this and get mad, Destiny and Fate take a DR, Prisma fall in other multiverse, Fate want her back, ( I'll write a fanfic of it);

- Prisma doesn't feel comfortable creating ectoparts, as it reminds her if her human body (which she didn't like at all) just creates her tongue to eat/make dunb faces; But out of curiosity, her Ecto is green with light shades of blue, it tastes like chocolate with mint;

- Her soul is a mess, like: "Fate literally just turned into a human soul (With traits of kindness, justice and patience) added the description: monster soul and left it at that" This mess cracked her permanent soul, and as a reflex her left orbit cracked;

- Her name is PrismA like Prism in Portuguese because is her (and mine) original tongue, but she answers for DuMist to;

- her magic is similar and different compared to Inks's magic, in a side, She can create anything non-living with her drawings, but don't need or control ink, Prisma's creations are based on design intent and quality of the drawing. Prism can create bones too, specifically: nornal bones, green (to Heal), orange and blue, cannot create gaster blasters;

- Her digital pen is a Broomie's re-code, They are called Cane, and have minimal consciousness, can respond to people by vibrating or changing their temperature, are loyal to Prism, and can change then size.

- Prisma's bag It works as an unlimited inventory, its only rule is that for an item to be placed there It must be passable through the zipper; (have so many creppy Stuff here);

- Prisma's Scarf is also the old Inks's Scarf re-code, It has many of Ink's personal notes and thoughts, and helped Primsa find out about her magic and situation, so Prisma is very attached to it;

- For personality: little TDA bean, she is easily distracted, and has a selective memory (remembers a lot of what she hears and faces, but is bad with dates and names) Is relatively pessimistic and goes into "cicles of catastrophe", But she covers it with joy and silly stories, she really likes to make others laugh, but she can't even tell a joke to save a life, so she ends up clinging to exaggerated lines and gestures. Despite not being shy or quiet, she is anti-social and likes to have her alone time.

- About se Undertale and AU's characters: She likes most of them as characters, being a big fangirl of sans and papyrus (she wants to put them in pots), but in practice is still learning that they are now real people, this can create some confusion. And about "Bad and good" sances, Prisma not judging anyone about they actions and past, caring much more how people treat her, Basically be nice to her and she'll be nice to you;

That's about it for now, feel free to ask her and sorry for any mistakes, my english isn't the best XD

[undertalethingems]

What did it feel like to start the comic? Anything to say to people who want to start their own comics? Because I kinda wanna start my own comic but

A. I'm not sure if anyone has used that concept before

B. Im scared others may not like my art or the plot I make or people may not see my comic :P

Ah man first starting out, i remember being both excited and nervous--excited to get this story out there, and nervous because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to finish such a big project. I’m really, really good at starting projects, and really, really bad at finishing them XD So far, so good though! I’ll admit I was also kind of hoping it’d get reasonably popular, but didn’t know if it would--I’m not always sure my ideas sound good to anyone but me :”D As for your points:

A: You literally can’t worry about that or you’ll never make anything, too busy worrying about coming up with original ideas. About the only thing Unexpected Guests does that’s more original is have free-roaming gaster blaster dragons, and even then the concept isn’t totally new. It’s in the details where things diverge from other folks’ work, and besides, lots of people purposely seek out fanfictions that all have the same premise. It’s because they like the tropes used and don’t get tired of it, no matter how many fics they’ve read that use the same idea. So don’t worry about whether someone’s used the concept before--just focus on your version of it. ^^

B: Tbh, all I can really think to say is that art is super subjective, and not everyone is going to like what you make regardless of how hard you try to make it good. But, I think as long as you’re consistent--both in style and having an update schedule--that’ll put you in a better position. I’d like to use Aftertale as an example--CQ’s style for it wasn’t overly complex or detailed, and she didn’t use any fancy art tools, yet she was able to make one of the most famous comics in the Undertale fandom because she updated regularly, and had a consistent style that was easy for her to draw in. That’s the same philosophy I’ve tried to take with my own comic: don’t worry about making it perfect, just focus on telling the story. It still takes skill and practice to be good at it, but a long-term project is really good for that kind of thing =u=;

so, I’d say just start on it and see how it goes, and if nothing else you’ll learn something from it. ^^

[the-river-person]

Mistral Sans is now Community Shared

To echo the words of @undertaleauoc, Mistral is "open for use" without the need to request permission from the creator (me) though I’d like to be tagged and credited still. Mistral Formerly named: Sans Age: 10 to the power of 100 years (technically a little more than that by now, but the number is so huge that it's no longer relevant.) Gender: Male Appearance: Appears much like Classic Sans, except for the silvery-white crystalline formations growing all over his body. These can get quite large if he hasn’t removed them in a while, and are often quite sharp to anyone with flesh instead of bone. He makes an effort to keep the Kenón from growing up over his head and face, or from completely encasing his body, but it's difficult to keep up with since it grows faster whenever he happens to be in the Void itself. He wears a long brown overcoat, gloves, and long black trousers, mostly in effort to hide the Kenón as much as possible or keep the sharp points from cutting people by accident. He also keeps a red bandana around his neck, something given to him by Papyrus. His eyes never went back to their original state after the Void-Sickness. Instead of dark hollows with a white iris, they seem to be a pale grey, like a well of deep nothingness. Backstory: Mistral’s Universe is based upon the question “What would happen if the Human just never stopped the Resets, but went on forever?” And the resulting Tale that followed was one of mindless repetitions for time out of mind as the Human would Reset in order to prevent the Underground from being destroyed. Eventually the human, who was no longer human, stopped when Sans suggested a different means to preserve their Universe without killing. This Underground has a deep history of worship and lore that surrounds their Angel, and Sans played the role of Judge, a historical job where someone representing the Angel’s Justice would be called upon to make an absolute Judgement upon anyone or anything. The King called upon him to bring his judgement upon the entire Underground for their part in everything. Formerly a scientist under his Uncle Gaster, he helped come up with the “Solution” which the entire Underground was inoculated with to help them remember beyond Resets. He himself was a victim of the Void poisoning like that which affected Gaster’s Followers and was only saved from being wiped to a blank slate by Gaster’s efforts. A fragment of Kenón (Void-stone) and determination was placed in his soul, causing the crystals to spread from it. In later years as the Underground thrived despite the Resets, he pushed himself to get another degree, this time in psychology, and eventually became a practicing therapist/psychologist (as well as the Underground’s willing delivery boy. He liked being able to see and talk to people all the time, and get to know things.) Upon the destruction of his Universe he was thrown into the Void with his Uncle Gaster, where they were rescued by the mysterious River Person. They met with Ink!Sans who explained the Multiverse and gave them the means to travel it. Now they travel from Universe to Universe, or sometimes wander the Void itself, or the Anti-Void. Gaster (now named Majuscule) is searching for his children, and Sans (now named Mistral) is helping while searching for the Ship his brother escaped with and whatever survivors of his people there might still be. Personality: Mistral is old. Though he was in a mindless forgetful repetitive state for much of the Resets, and has few memories of his own childhood beyond what Papyrus reminded him of, he is significantly mentally older than most of the other Monsters from his Universe. The determination in his soul (along with the Kenón) makes him very strong willed and much more powerful than he was before. It also gives him a minor energy boost. His years as a scientist specializing in studies of the Soul and Physics, as well as his later degree in psychology and practice as a therapist, make him a fairly discerning person who is easily approachable and can talk about a number of different subjects with ease. Despite his actions during the Genocide Routes, he is a much more mentally stable person (possibly one of the most stable Sanses out there from what I see) and is very much a pacifist, refusing violence altogether and choosing to let his words and mind guide him out of trouble, or his teleportation to let him escape danger. Because of his refusal to consider physical violence, even in his own defense, his skill in using fighting magic has atrophied. He can no longer summon the blasters at all, and his bone attacks are weaker. His teleportation on the other hand is much stronger and he can do it more often without tiring too much. The other effects of his refusal to fight means that he must proactively avoid confrontation whenever possible. Mistral uses his knowledge of how people think and act to guide his interactions with others, putting even Monsters from the Fell Universes at ease with well timed and thought out humorous comments, as well as just generally being willing to listen and try to see from the point of view of other people. He can tell puns, but they usually sound a bit forced, like he memorized them somewhere and was just waiting for a point to use them. Very rarely he’ll come up with the perfect one on the spot and be absolutely thrilled with himself. More often he uses dry humor, throwaway lines, or Hyperbole.

His willingness to try and defuse the tension caused by aggressive Monsters he’s dealing with can sometimes backfire on him and serves to make the Monster even angrier and more violent. Mistral will then flee, not wanting to fight them, but often marking himself as guilty or suspicious in the process when this happens with an authority figure who has confronted him for his presence.

The Kenón crystal growing all over his body tends to freak people out as well, which is why he hides it as much as he can beneath the overcoat, gloves, and bandana.

Like all skeletons of his Universe, Mistral has a great knowledge of fonts and writing systems, punctuation marks, ciphers, and typography. It is a very important subject to them as it very closely ties with how they see themselves, their identity as a person. This may be rather strange to skeletons from other Universes who do not share this background. A similar problem comes when skeletons from other Universes find out how strongly he and the Monsters of his world believe in the mythical Angel of Mount Ebbot and often pray to them or swear by them (or use “Angel” as a swear).

He’s also very interested in the concept of Identity and how it can change over time or be altered by events in your life, and how names connect to the concept of identity.

Can I use Mistral in my comic/story/animation/etc?: Sure. He’s a wandering type character, so it's likely he’ll show up in countless Universes and places all over while searching for his brother and his missing cousins. Sometimes he’ll be with Gaster and sometimes not.

One thing to note is that his story will have a continuation, so if in your story you detail events that involve him beyond just a brief meeting, chat, or background character… Just be aware that it's probably not going to be canon to the story I’m planning for him (though if we take other Multiverses into account it could be canon elsewhere).

I would like to insist that you tag and credit me on his use (Credit is good. Tagging me makes it so I can come see your wonderful creations).

Can I ship Mistral with this other character/characters?: Yeah, why not?. Canonically he’s aesexual and only very passingly interested in the idea of romantic relationships. But sure, ship him with whoever you like. Just know that it's not canon to this Multiverse.

While I would still like to be tagged in stuff that involves him. I know I can’t stop nsfw art/writing and other things of that nature from happening, much as I might like to. But be warned, If I see it or am tagged with that, or am sent asks of that... I will block you. Fontcest, Incest ships, child ships, or smut in general will all get you blocked instantly.

Canon height and weight: 4-5 feet high (same as Classic Sans). Weight was trickier. He’s a skeleton. A human skeleton is only about 15% of your body weight. So classic is probably somewhere around 16 or so pounds. But Mistral is covered by continually growing crystalline structures of Kenón. Since the crystal is heavy but spread out and somewhat kept under control, it probably only doubles his weight, making him 32 pounds.

Canon strength: Mistral isn’t a fighter. His attacks are weak because his desire to actually fight is nonexistent, even if he has to defend himself or others. But his actual physical strength, as opposed to his magical attacks, sees a significant increase to that of your normal Sans. The Kenón crystals actually increase his defense by making his bones stronger and more crack resistant, and his self healing is well equipped to deal with most breaks, though they’re still quite painful.

He also has increased endurance for longer physical or magical activities so long as combat or confrontation isn’t part of it.

Since he weighs more, he can’t jump as high as a Sans who weighs less (not that it's a huge difference. He’s only 32 pounds. Plus his strength can mostly make up for it by pushing himself off harder when jumping.)

Is it okay if I draw him with another gender, age, height, or sexuality?: Go for it. Have fun. Tag and credit me. But remember that it’s not canon to THIS Multiverse that I’m working in.

Canon Birthday?: September 16th (though he hasn’t celebrated in a LONG time. He probably doesn’t remember his last actual birthday party. Papyrus might though…)

Font?: Used to be Comic Sans. But now it's Mistral (upper and lowercase).

Original AU: Aeontale by

a_river_is_a_liminal_space

(or the-river-person. basically… me)

Can I send Asks for more details if I need or want them?: Yes. My askbox is open. I’ll answer what I can. I’ve put everything I can think of on here, but inevitably there’s always something missed in things like this. So ask away.

[talesofdivergence]

Greetings! First off, thank you for taking the time to read my sloppily put together ask! Secondly, this was sort of asked on the ‘askglaspyrus’ blog, but I also wanted to ask it here. Hopefully that’s okay. So, I’ve been wanting to make my own series, like a comic, or an animated series but my problem is—I have no idea how to actually write, or plan out a story. Basically I lack the basic essentials to a story. Got any advice, tips, anything? Thank you, Anon_5735-E

Hello! Yes! Of course!! And I actually meant to put together a response sooner, but the past week has been a bit of a whirlwind, so I must apologize!

I’ll start off by saying how honored I am to be asked! I don’t quite consider myself a great storyteller, but if you like my stuff enough to ask for my advice, I will do my best! And hopefully, it may be of some use for you!

I’ve lamented many times that I struggle with finding time and inspiration to work on all the ideas I have constantly sprouting up in my head. I rather naturally have the inclination to daydream, and this works to my advantage, in that respect, since I’m never short of new ideas! I constantly take inspiration from everything around me. All of the great artists and authors in the Undertale fandom have certainly created a tremendous complex of stories and AUs to draw from, so a good starting point is to think about what you enjoy the most! Personally, I’m a big, big fan of crossing over Undertale with its most well know AUs Underswap, Underfell, and Swapfell. I’m also super fond of time shenanigans, Gaster Blaster bros, and Dadster!

But I’m not entirely sure if you’re speaking specifically about Undertale, or even any sort of fan content! So if you’re wanting to start from scratch, with your own characters and worlds, the eye must open wider. But the same rule applies! What do you like? Honestly, the best piece of advice I think I can give is; write with your target audience being yourself. Like vampires? Cryptids? Greek mythology? Animals? And what about story types? Drama? Mystery? Found family? Redemption? Slice of life? These can all even still apply if you are looking to start a fan work!

Just find your starting point. What are the things you’re most certain you want your story to include? A happy ending? Angst?? Interdimensional bad guys??? Plot twists???? Ever seen an idea you wanted to expand upon? Take this opportunity!

And, if I’m being honest, I’m pretty sure this is bad advice, but you don’t even have to worry about planning the whole thing out start to finish! Lords knows I never have! I just kind of figure things out as I go, or sometimes I have a beginning and an end, but no in between! Or even an ending and how to get there, but no beginning! Story writing isn’t always clean cut and linear, I have chapters of Glasses mostly written that won’t happen for another third of the story practically!

I think the most important part is being passionate about what you create. Take whatever appeals to you the most, and just type it out in a random mishmash of half thoughts and questions. Explore your mind! Your inspiration! And if something feels right, chase that! And if something doesn’t, you can delete it, or save it for another idea!

Now, if you’re not going for a fan work, character creation is a whole new beast that I won’t get into in this post, lest this become the new “do you love the color of the sky”.

And prior to your clarification, I’d actually written up a little bit about the more technical aspect of writing, which I’d be more than happy to share if you’d like to read it, too! Though I can’t imagine it would be helpful to creating a comic ahkfsjhs, though I do know most comic authors write out a script or screenplay of sorts before they actually begin drawing!

If I completely managed to not be even remotely helpful, you’re always welcome to ask more! Though,,,,,I cannot promise I will be of much assistance ahfkkfja

But again, it was still so lovely to be considered a source for good advice!! Regardless of how true I proved it to be lmao

[yastaghr]

Carried Skeleton 10

Time for an update of Carried Skeleton! This chapter has some serious warnings. Chara has come up with their deadly plan, so if that will trigger you, please skip the bottom half. The only other thing of note in it is that they make Sans promise not to let a human hurt him.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17443730/chapters/57707773

Empty eye sockets stared at the burning husk of a door. Sans was struck dumb by the sight. He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. He just stood there and stared and the burning remnants of the monster he admired more than any other.

He could still remember the day he had found out that this house was for sale. It wasn’t even a question for him. He had made the offer with as much cash as he could get his hands on in less time than it would have taken him to walk all the way down there. No one else even bid on the house; Sans suspected that no one else could even remember that the house existed for long. That was the effect of what had happened to Gaster. Everything that was connected to him became unmemorable.

This house, the family home that Gaster had grown up in but rarely went to, still held his biggest secret. In the back of the house, hidden under a giant tarp, was the machine. Sans honestly had no idea what it did. It was big, it was complicated, and it was Gaster’s. That’s all that mattered to him. He spent hours fiddling with the thing just to try and figure out what it was. He failed.

Now Sans was terrified to crawl into the ruins of the basement and find out if that machine had survived. He knew it would all be back in the next RESET but that didn’t matter to him right now. What mattered was that there was someone else, who not only could see the little hidden door, but could get into the locked basement, had broken in and destroyed the only connection Sans had to the Uncle he loved and admired more than any other monster. So when he heard the sound of dirt being bowled aside Sans spun around with herbicide on his mind. Flowey had a scared and worried expression on his face. Sans didn’t believe it for a moment.

“what do you want?” Sans growled. The voice spell gave him an unnatural ability to make any sound he could imagine.

“I came to warn you! I saw a really shady monster messing around with this door back here. I already told Papyrus, and I’ve been searching everywhere to find you!” Flowey said. Sans could practically read the lie on his face.

“yeah right,” Sans snarled, his voice deep, rumbling, and capable of scaring the daylights out of humans and monsters alike.  “you and paps are the only other people i know who can see this place. don’t even try to convince me it was him. there’s no way Papyrus would do something like this.” That was when Sans made the biggest mistake of his young life. He summoned his best attack, the blaster that Gaster had designed for him personally, and said, “now, do your weird little timeline thing. otherwise you’re in for a bad time.”

Flowey’s face switched away from concern in less than a second. His mouth twisted into a cruel smile with four fangs nearly meeting in the middle. His normally small slits that Sans couldn’t help but think of as eye sockets were blown wide, baring the red pin pricks in the center of the sockets that turned his whole face from amiable to evil.

“I knew it,” Flowey said in a chuckle, “You do remember. What is it, smiley trashbag? Are you upset that I destroyed your little toy?”

That nickname was like a slap to the face. Sans scowled. No one should call him that but his siblings! Without even thinking about it Sans let the Gaster Blaster he had summoned loose on the tiny little plant. He didn’t even bother to dodge. The paltry 1 DMG Sans could deal did hardly any damage at all, which meant that Flowey hadn’t hurt or killed anyone this time around. Darn it. Sans relied so much on that Karmic Retribution of his. He was useless in a fight without it.

Even now he could feel the heavy drain on his magic from the blaster forcing him to his knees. When they hit the dirt Sans heard it. Flowey’s laughter would haunt him for a long, long time to come. The blaster fizzled out as he fell over. He’d used up all his magic on that one spell. As he slipped into unconsciousness, cursing his own inability to judge his own stamina, Sans heard those terrifying words.

“Now, let’s see. What do I want to do to you first?”

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Chara groaned as they got up from their position kneeling on the floor. 82 years was a long time to be alive for a human, and their arthritis was nearly crippling them now. That wasn’t the only thing that was wrong with them. They hadn’t told Mom, but they couldn’t see out of their left eye anymore and could barely see out of their right. They suspected it was linked to those white floaters in their eyes. It made life difficult to say the least. And there were so many times now that they felt their heart skip a beat. They weren’t sure how much longer they could take it.

That exhaustion with their own body had led them to the plan. It was simple, really, and inevitable, too. Dad was always going on about how they were going to be the saviour of monsterkind. Now they were dying, so they needed to make that death count.

They’d done their research about this. Any monster could absorb their soul after they died and go through the Barrier with it. If they did that, then they could find some humans, kill them, and take their souls back to the Underground and use them to break the Barrier. That would let the monsters they loved finally see the sun they so longed to see. Dying would be worth setting them free.

The only part of the plan they weren’t sure about was that monster. Who could they convince to do it? Mom and Dad would try to stop them, Papyrus was too nice, and Sans was too young. No one else was close enough to them that they would feel good about letting them absorb their soul. Also, they would need to be there when Chara died, and Chara was pretty sure that Mom wouldn’t let a stranger in to do that. That left Azriel. He was easy to convince to do things, but he was so gentle… they’d just have to be the one in control when the killing began. And they’d need a good story to convince him to do it in the first place. What could they say?

Chara looked over at the wall of artwork and saw the pictures they had drawn for Sans. One in particular stood out. It was the one they had drawn of the flowers from their home village. Maybe that would work. They could tell Azzy that they wanted to see the flowers from their village one last time. He was sentimental. That would definitely work on him.

There was one last thing that they needed to be sure about before they started on the plan. They shuffled their painful way to where Sans was drawing. He looked up and smiled at them. They smiled back. “Sans. Can I ask you something?”

Sans nodded. “uh-huh.”

Chara swallowed. “Can you promise me something? I want you to promise me that you won’t ever let a human hurt you. Can you do that for me?”

Sans swallowed. He already had such a serious attitude when it came to promises. Chara knew he would keep it, though. He was obsessive about keeping his promises. He hated giving them out, too. They knew it was a lot to ask him to to do this, but they needed to know.

“...yeah,” Sans said slowly, stretching the word out, “i can do that. why? won’t you be here to do it for me?”

“I’m… going to go away soon,” Chara explained slowly, “and I won’t be coming back.”

Tears welled up in Sans’ eye sockets. “b-but why? don’t you love us anymore?”

Chara instantly got down on their aching knees and pulled Sans into their lap. “Of course I do. I will always, always love you, smiley trashbag. But… I need to do this, okay?”

Sans sniffled, “okay… can i draw a picture of you to keep with me? please?”

Chara nodded. “You can draw as many as you want, Sansy. I’ll even do some silly poses. What do you want me to do first?”

Sans grinned. “well…”

[vinku-iikku]

Yay I finally finished 2018 inktober! If you want to just scroll through them all please go here, and if you want to see some comments on each please look under the cut.

Day 01 Flowey and Overgrown Ruins This prompt I picked as is because as far as I remember Flowey stayed behind when the monsters left. If you can’t find him, he’s near the big root on the left. All other days the second prompt got randomised by a die (except when I reached the last two).

Day 02 Grillby and Exotic Flora Grillby’s on a journey to look at all the flowers that aren’t living in a wet environment. Maybe he’ll make some wine from the non-poisonous ones.

Day 03 Chara and Cave Entrance They are still curious about morbid things and places that could be portentially dangerous, practically running at danger.

Day 04 Undyne and Astral Plains/Dreamland Welp I’d rather have had her with some other prompt, but now she has an anime showdown/faceoff with a mean monster that harasses a moldsmal.

Day 05 Asgore and Rocky Ruins Asgore had a trip down memory lane and visited the place where their castle used to be, before the war. Not much is left any more.

Day 06 Frisk and Ancient Tree They are still precariously looking for adventure. I saw this article about a 800 year-old Finnish tree, as soon as I saw that top I wanted to climb that, looks like a perfect spot to see everything around you and chill for a bit.

Day 07 Temmie and Nature Untouched I did some research in a nearby forest for this one, the sales-Temmie has made a nest in a tree that has fallen down in a storm. The soil is shallow before solid rock so trees have their roots mostly close to the surface, when they fall the roots go up as well. Temmie on the left is sitting on an ant nest lol. There are seven Temmies in total.

Day 08 Muffet and Crystal Coves Crystal Coves is either a place where crystal business is the main employer, a cove that has crystals, or a cove with crystal clear water, I think. I tried to implement them all just to make sure. Muffet has now made a business in making spider-products with glass expertise.

Day 09 Fuku Fire and Freezing Fjord Finally back to the ‘monsters travelling’ theme, Fuku is taking a longer trip and is currently on a boat by Norway.

Day 10 Gaster Blasters and Townsquare The blasters are on their own for whatever convenient reason, Pap’s one is figuring how things work by destroying them, Sans’ is... playing with local children. :D The fountain is loosely based on Havis Amanda.

Day 11 Nice Cream Guy & Shanty Town He’s travelling the world and selling nice cream! Definitely inspired by Beadle in BotW.

Day 12 Mettaton EX & Cemetery This combination took me a moment, Mettaton is a bit loud and showy for a cemetery. Then I remembered that Napstablook said they’re already dead when you try to kill them, so here Mettaton’s visiting haunted places and telling everyone about this wonderful body he got and where to get one if you’re interested in becoming physical again. I worked in a cemetery for one summer years ago, felt weird pulling those visual memories to this...

Day 13 Toriel & Hall of Deities In order to become a teacher I’d imagine she’d have to brush up her knowledge on lots of things that’ve happened on the surface, and here she’s in a secret underground place with some sacred scriptures or something, she reads them and writes down notes and then returns the scrolls.

Day 14 Annoying Dog & Volcanic Terrain Another weird combination, but eh, it’s the dog. It’s feeding bones to the vulkins and admiring danger up close.

Day 15 Monster Kid & Path Along the Water I made a huge area with different textures so I could try learn something new by scribbling around, and I’m really happy how the boulders on top of the waterfall and the water itself look like.

Day 16 Doggo & Ancient Altar Room Took a moment to come up with an idea, then I read Doggo likes squirrels. So now he’s travelling the world too, and he always has time and seeds for any squirrel population he discovers.

Day 17 Alphys & Summoning Altar I thought I’d not be drawing Mew Mew, but here was a perfect opportunity for that! Alphys isn’t travelling, but discovering new things in her home, humans have such interesting books! All of the Japanese text mean something; the bowl has the kanji for ’love’, books under it are Mew Mew manga, there’s two yury books, a reference to Free!, Digimon, Pokémon, Rose of Versailles, Natsume Book of Friends... and it’s fine if you don’t get the one that says ‘corn’.

Day 18 Photoshop Flowey & Windmills and Grasslands I think the modern wind generators look super cool. I tried to make Flowey as cute as possible so he’d be more fun to draw there, this is some dream stuff or alternate universe since Flowey did stay behind.

Day 19 Papyrus & Desserted Drylands I’m pretty sure that’s an accidental typo, but since it was Papyrus I wanted to roll with the new pun meaning. First thought was Papyrus somehow being in the drylands and dropping a huge cake, thus ’desserting’ it, but that would’ve been a bit mean. This cake is made with 100% organic sand (some of which he ground himself when grooming Rocky), the tiny cow ornaments are modified mouse skeletons. :) The chef hat would be straight but there wasn’t enough room on the page of the notebook I draw these on... I remembered he had a triangle on the battle armor, but didn’t remember what way it points so avoided it by replacing it with a heart. :D

Day 20 Sans & By the Beach Sans is getting some more sand for Papyrus with his shortcut, then he took a nap unfortunately close to the tide..? The shore felt a bit bare so I added some animals to keep him company. I h/c that animals don’t mind having monsters around unlike how they usually try to run away when a human is near.

Day 21 Shyren & Buried Statue(s) She’s doing that Disney princess thing where you sit down and start singing and all small animals within hearing range come to listen.

Day 22 Asriel & Underwater Temple Another dream thing since Flowey stayed behind, this is how he imagines the oceans look like outside.

Day 23 Lesser Dog & Market Place Some people have to learn the hard way to not trust a dog that has opposable thumbs.

Day 24 Box Mettaton & Merchant’s Store Any website run by a popular monster must get an insane amount of curious folk, which leads to ad revenue being a good way to fund the next tour. There’s some.. insider jokes there if you’re in any kind of website business.

Day 25 Rocky the pet rock & Eldritch Forest I don’t actually know what the latter means, looking at Google images it’s probably just a forest that’s very dark or something. Wanted to try a different perspective for a change. Rocky has a bowl of food there but I can’t really think of any non-sad reason for why it’s in this forest.

Day 26 Froggit & Inn in th Middle of Nowhere Had to take a break for one day, regardless I’m proud of myself on being consistent this far despite everything going on. I first only had the top Froggit and the bg in the sketch, and didn’t like how it looked. Somehow adding more Froggits made it look a lot better to me...

Day 27 Burgerpants & By the Docs Birsd with human arms and birds sitting like humans will never not be hilarious to me.

Day 28 Bratty and Catty & Deep in the Woods Tried to play with perspective with this one, it’s kind of the opposite of the Rocky drawing.

Day 29 God of Hyperdeath & Idle Portal I had a hard time coming up with anything for this, so now poor goat is somewhere in a completely white dimention and the only way out is not active, though he’s quite chill about it.

Day 30 Amalgamate & Abnormal Formations This and last one’s world I didn’t leave for the die to decide, I really wanted to do Tetris with Napstablook and out of the two still left this prompt suits Endogeny more anyway. There’s a forest in Poland where several of the trees bend to north like this.

Day 31 Napstablook & Puzzling Platforms Only one I did during morning, my hands shake more then so all the lines are more or less wobbly. Every Tetris piece has it’s own signature design except the L-shape which is just blank to keep it interesting. Napstablook is enjoying game music while inside the game, maybe ghosts can possess videogames..? This also shows the notebook I drew all of these in and the tools I used most of the time.

It’s hard to tell if I’ve improved at all when comparing these to 2017 inktober, I haven’t draw regularly through the year and the main focus point this time was on backgrounds and not so much on lines and characters. I did learn new things and that’s always exiting, I think my trees, glass and rocks look way better than before I started, and I did some progress in shading metal too. All of these took 3 hours or less to finish, some only took an hour. I didn’t need to erase pencils like last year because I used a trick where I placed the sketch under the notebook page and my tablet with 100% brightness and a white bg under them, and traced that with ink. The notebook paper is pretty thin, you can see the Amalgamate drawing’s clouds showing through in the Napstablook photo. Anyway, this was fun, and I think I’ll try do it next year too!

[crushingonrazz]

Prank War

Razz is just entirely too much fun to fuck with

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“Have you gained some weight?”

Sans glared down at Red from where he was perched on the other’s shoulders, trying to decide if he should even gratify that with a response. He settled on just turning back to look over the bush, resuming his stakeout as though the other hadn’t said a thing.

“Seriously, Sans, you weigh a fuckton, what’s up with that?”

Sans rolled his eyes, rubbing his sockets before he growled, “Do you wanna have a bad time? Because I’m about this close--,” he held his fingers very close together within the other’s sight, then continued. “--to showing you to the dangerous end of a Gaster Blaster.”

Red snorted, then shifted his position slightly, trying his very best to see through the bush despite the fact that it had long since been established that it was far too thick for that. “What is he doing?”

Sans returned his attention to the reason he was on Red’s shoulders in the first place. “He's just laying there.” He looked closer, squinting. “I think he might be about to fall asleep.”

Red hummed slightly, his excitement showing in the brightness of his eyelights.

Sans watched for a while longer, trying to remain inconspicuous despite the fact that he was currently the top half of a double-stack of smug asshole. He was peering over a bush at the back of the Swapfell brothers’ property, an activity that probably would have been dangerous if they weren’t two of the most powerful beings in the multiverse.

Well, if Razz or Slim saw them, they would still be screwed, but Sans was pretty sure that they wouldn’t actually kill them. At least, he hoped not.

Razz had been still for a good fifteen minutes when Sans finally whispered, “Okay, let me down.” Red used his blue magic to lift Sans up and drop him on his feet beside him. He let out an exaggerated groan of relief, and Sans glared at him out of the corner of his eye before turning around and picking up The Bag.

The Bag was actually owned by Stretch, but it had been a simple matter to bribe Blue into getting it for them without the other’s knowledge. It was filled with the tools of his trade, if being an asshole was a trade.

Sans and Red snuck carefully across the yard, going to the front door, where Red dropped to one knee and began picking the lock. Sans glanced around nervously, watching out for anyone watching them. Just because Slim was currently at the bar didn’t mean he’d stay at the bar, after all, and if he saw them breaking into his house, they’d have a slim (heh) chance of making it to the machine before he caught them.

The door opened and they quietly stepped inside, Sans searching their surroundings once more before closing the door behind them.

“This is a terrible idea,” came Red’s voice from behind him, and Sans turned to see his alternate staring into the living room, a worried look on his face. Sans followed his gaze to see a line of leather crops laid out on the coffee table, and he had to stifle a laugh at the casualness of it. No, we don’t need potted plants here in SwapFell, he thought, We put out our torture devices/sex toys as decoration! His giggling started to get the best of him, and Red clapped a hand over his mouth, giving a meaningful look at the door behind which their goal lay.

When Sans finally had ahold of himself, they walked across the room and started up the stairs. They avoided the creaky steps with practiced ease, used to sneaking around their own houses, and when they reached the landing, it was a simple manner to stay silent until they reached the second door.

Red placed a hand on the handle, then turned to face Sans. Ready? He mouthed, and Sans nodded. He eased the door open, then beckoned for Sans to precede him. He shot the other a dirty look, knowing that Red just didn’t want to go in first in case Razz was somehow awake, but proceeded anyway.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he took in the sight in front of him. Razz was curled around a pillow, his face peaceful and his eyes closed, breathing softly. The little shit was almost cute.

Red appeared at his side, having left the door slightly ajar in case they needed a quick escape. He nudged Sans, and pointed at the bedside table, where there was a little book clearly labeled “Diary”.

Sans glared at him and shook his head, and Red gave him an exaggerated frown of disappointment. He started to sign something in hands, but Sans flipped him off before he could get more than a word or two in.

They crossed the room to stand beside the other’s bed, and Sans finally set The Bag down, kneeling beside it to dig through in search of what they needed. Finally, he grinned, standing back up and holding out a Sharpie and a can of shaving cream towards Red.

Red muffled a spurt of laughter that threatened to give them away, then he took the Sharpie, going closer to Razz as Sans quietly opened the can, opting to forgo shaking it.

As he walked to join Red, however, Razz moved, causing them both to freeze in their tracks, staring down at him with almost the exact same expression of horror on their faces. After a moment of terrified silence, however, Razz seemed to relax again, his breathing slowing back down and a quiet snore slipping out of his mouth. They breathed a sigh of relief, and Red carefully knelt on the bed to reach the other’s face, very carefully beginning to draw the outline of a ridiculous pair of glasses around the other’s eye sockets.

Sans giggled silently for a moment before going to the other side of the bed and making a very impressive Afro of shaving cream on and around the sleeping skeleton’s head. Red finished the glasses and started on a large curlicue mustache as Sans finished his own artwork and stood back up, crossing to The Bag and grabbing a container of honey before returning. He began to dribble the sticky liquid on the ribs that were exposed, deciding not to be creepy and pull the blanket down any farther than it already was.

Sans had just finished with the honey and Red was three letters into writing the word “loser” on the other’s forehead when they heard a door shut downstairs and footsteps begin to cross the living room to the stairs. They froze, making panicked eye contact, before Red stuck the Sharpie in a pocket and began signing rapidly, to which Sans just stared at him in confusion before shaking his head quickly. This was not the time for complicated battle plans.

He got off the bed quickly, running as quietly as he could for The Bag before turning and beckoning to the other to come closer.

Red obeyed, and as soon as he was in range, Sans grabbed his arm, preparing to take a shortcut. The door cracked open just as he gathered his magic, taking them out of the room with a loud crack .

Slim’s drunk mind wasn’t quite sure how to process the scene before him. Had that been Sans and Red? What had they been doing here?

At the crack, Razz had snapped awake, sitting up quickly and almost immediately realizing that something was wrong. He raised one hand to his sternum, and when it came away sticky, he swore loudly.

Slim had done a lot of hard things in his life. He’d lived through far too many resets, been dusted and tortured and a thousand other things. But he could quite honestly say that the most difficult thing he had ever done was trying not to laugh as he turned to face his brother.

Razz, the captain of the royal guard, bringer of pain and misery to his enemies, quite honestly one of the most powerful people in the underground, had been...decorated. There was shaving cream on his head, what looked like honey on his ribs, and Slim didn’t even know where to begin with what was happening on his face.

Razz caught the look of suppressed hilarity, and frowned deeply. “What?!” he growled.

Well fuck. There was no good answer here, was there? He edged back towards the door, planning to make an escape to his room so that he could let this out where he wouldn’t get in trouble for it, but Razz stopped him with a gesture. “What?” he repeated, looking angry. “Is there more than just the honey?”

Slim whined slightly as he had to place a hand over his own mouth to stop the laughter that was far too close to breaking out. Once he had collected himself, he straightened his back, then, trying not to smile, said, “They seem to be getting better at the glasses, m’Lord, but their spelling could use some work.”

Razz’s eyes widened as he caught the implications of what the other was saying, and he leaped out of bed, running for the bathroom in just his shorts.

Slim was only able to keep his giggling quiet until he heard the bathroom door slam and the loud screech that followed the other reaching the mirror.

“THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!”

[theskelejournals]

Entry 36

Some time’s passed since I figured out what was going on, or at least somewhat. I've come to grips with that whatever I do, it probably won't effect that flower and his ability to change time. I can't seem to actually kill him. Not that I've ever wanted to kill anyone before, but by the way I fight, he should have been dead long ago. Every time I deal a killing blow, time just shifts back to me waking up somewhere before we encountered each other. Pretty nifty failsafe, but damn annoying. I have no idea what to do about it if I can't stop him. Well, if anything I can set him back and irritate him. I wouldn't call it giving up, but when you can't do anything, it kind of feels like it. At least I can hold him back from… whatever he's trying to do. I have my brother to protect, after all.

Papyrus and I have been training more frequently though. It feels good to stretch my bones and magic. Plus it's more time to spend with my brother when he's not hanging with the head Royal Guard Undyne. Oh, Undyne. She just recently got back from the Capitol and they've been doing some catching up. I'll need to remember to ask her about the DT stuff or see if I can pick up clues from her.

Regardless, both Paps and I enjoy the duels we've been having. I’ve even been able to figure out how to teleport willfully, though I'm still working on it. It takes a bit to get the hang of it and can be a tiring depending on the distance and frequency, but that's any extensive use of magic for yah. Mock battles have given me a chance to really practice utilizing the Blasters too to prepare for teaching Pap. He loves them and he’s excited for the day that he can try them himself. Between mock fighting with him and visiting Grillby's regularly to hang with them, I've found that my resolve is slowly coming back. I've had slips and moments where I try and lay in bed all day, but Papyrus will catch me half the time and we'll go do things. I don't know where I'd be without him. I'll fight to protect him, if nothing else.

Just when I thought things may start toning down, that’s when the universe decided to make it weird again. Cause you know, I'm not the only one with a sense of humor. After finishing a day of battling, I noticed something by the house that stopped me in my tracks and made my soul skip. In the snow by the mailboxes were written symbols. Symbols I've only seen in one man's research. "hey pap,” I called as I stared, "did you write this?"

Papyrus paused beside me, peering over my shoulder down at the snow and squinting. "Nope," he said before folding his arms. "I feel like I know the symbols, but it wasn't me."

His response made me curious. I asked him in spoken Hands, “✡⚐🕆 👍✌☠🕯❄ ☼☜✌👎 ❄☟☜💣✍”

And he immediately responded in the same way, “☠⚐📪 ☠⚐❄ ☼☜✌☹☹✡📬 ✋ 👍✌☠ 💧🏱☜✌😐 ❄☟☜💣 👌🕆❄ ☠⚐❄ ☼☜✌👎 ❄☟☜💣 🕈☜☹☹📬.” 

Hm. I went back to common speech. "huh. ok then. probably some trouble maker in town just drawing symbols in front of people’s houses." It's like Papyrus doesn't even notice. Making a face, he shook his head and turned away.

“Well brother, it sounds like we have an investigation on our hands! We shall have to catch this snow writing rascal!"

“heh. yeah. sounds like some kid messing around with symbols they saw on undernet.”

He proceeded to trudge forward and stomp into the house, kicking snow off his boots right before heading inside. "Well, they better step up their game if they want to stump us! Their pranks are worse than yours!"

I didn’t immediately follow. I knew this wasn't some townie, but the thought of who it was confuses me to no end. Gaster’s gone. I’ve been fighting to instill that for weeks now so I can try and move on. It couldn't be him. Could it? Mmm I just. I don't know who else would write "SANS” and “TELEPORT” in Hands in front of my house. Alphys can't read them -- for all I know anyway, she could be lying -- and she's all the way in Hotland. I don’t even think of Grillby as an option. He might know them? Thing is, I’ve never teleported in front of the guy. Not yet anyhow, so that rules him out. Don't think Q would them either, and they're in the same situation. I don't know anyone else that would know, and I've barely figured the teleporting thing out myself. The flower? I doubt it. I guess for now I'll just look out for more.

I pulled out my phone, taking a picture of the writing even though I knew exactly what it was. Just in case, you know. Kicking the writing away after, I quickly went to my lab for a moment to glance at some of the documents of Gaster’s that I had. It was easy to tell them apart ‘cause he wrote specifically in Hands unless he intended it for other eyes. After glancing between the two, it was just as I thought. Same exact thing. There was no mistake there.

Moving back into the house, Pap and I socialized a little bit more over dinner before I headed up to my room for the night. I grabbed this thing, just staring at my previous entries but not reading them. Maybe I’m just overtired, Paps and I did some pretty extensive practice today after all. Could easily be that.

But of course, my intuition tells me that’s not the case. And as I’ve said before, I’m done with the whole running away business. We’ll see I guess. Maybe it is someone else and it's leading up to something. The whole thing has me stumped. Just when I thought I was figuring things out, life decides to throw something else in to keep me on my toes. I just desperately hope it's not me seeing things simply because I want to. - Sans

[unknowntalesbymiles]

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*sending agressive affection and hugs*

TYSM GRANDMA FOR THIS OMGGG

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THESE ADORABLE AND AMAZING BEANS!

BASIC OMG THE CUTENESS BABY GROW SO MUCH!!!

COWBOY!! ahem i Mean SEMPER an EPIC BOY AND SO FUNNY TO ANNOYED!!<33

Dude i missed them sm!

with these cocoa i tryed a new pose and lineart thing, and some perspective:)

hope you likexDD

ahhhhhh i love these two sm!!!

Basic Sans belongs to @susartwork Semper Sans Belongs to @soonthealien Art by me

[theskelejournals]

Entry 34

It's been a few days since my breakdown and well, writing it all out, I think I can say that I'll be ok. Going through it all was tough, and I really thought I would have cracked sooner, but I was able to hold it together for as long as I did. Granted, it was only after the fact that I realized that in my lapse of control, I had actually physically changed. Changed to act like a Blaster myself. The thought makes me uncomfortable, that utter loss of control I experienced and… changing. I didn’t tell Papyrus about it. If I can help it, I never want that to happen to me again. Breakdown. Shapeshift. Either of them.

Like Papyrus said, I wasn't allowed to leave Grillby's place for about a week and a half. According to Mrs. Halix, “You aren't allowed to leave until those bags under your eyes clear up, is that understood?” While being our nurse, she was also like a mom to us. I mean even her son and Pap are the same age, and she babysat us, so it makes sense. Pap made sure I slept a lot during that time to recover and Q would pop in for an hour or so and show Pap how to make something. They'd check on me before going back to the diner. When my time was up, I was made to promise not to go on a stent like that ever again, and if I did, all three of them would bang the door down. Heh. I don't blame them.

I went back to my lab earlier and stared at the machine. Pieces had fallen off, busted, cracked in places all over it from when I'd thrown it. I'd really done a number on that thing. I got a tarp and after pushing it into the furthest corner with my Blaster’s help, I laid the cloth over it. It won't be finished, I've probably broken it beyond repair honestly, and I can't spend anymore of my time on it. It hurts, and it's hard, but I was slowly killing myself working on it. I know that's not what Gaster would have wanted and I can't abandon Papyrus like that. During my time away, the fog the thing created cleared from my head. I was able to see just how much of a frantic fanatic I'd become. Never again.

With a sigh, I looked at the crayon drawing on my table. It had kept me going in my mad flight to finish the machine. It had been my drive. Grabbing a marker, I carefully wrote “don't forget,” at the bottom and stared for a moment.

I did once for a bit, but I wouldn't forget again. I… might not be able to bring our dad back, but I’ll be damned if I let him be forgotten completely. I won’t forget again.

After that, Pap came home from the store and asked me to spend the day with him. We went to the outskirts of the town and he excitedly asked that we mock battle. We hadn't done that for what felt like ages, since before I started being Gaster's full time work assistant. I wasn't sure at first but then I figured, why not? It was a distraction from what I'd just been through, and it'd help me in the long run. I was too wiped to do any normal endurance training anyway.

Pap and I went back and forth, summoning bones and turning each other blue. Papyrus and I are both good at fighting, I like to think, and I excel at dodging. Most of my power as a monster is distant attacks and defense, while Papyrus is strength and control. Unlike him, I can't take a hit well. That's why when the Core incident happened, it was lights out for a week. Heh.

After going at it for a while, I said, "hey, bro. want to see something cool?"

"Is this a pun because I feel like this is a pun and I don't like it," he complained.

"nah, check it out." I waved my hand up, and my main Blaster smoked into existence behind me. Despite the scare I experienced with myself, I still feel ok summoning the Blasters. They feel oddly natural.

Papyrus startled and gaped, eyes wide.

"Wowie! Sans, where on earth did you learn to make bones that shape?" he exclaimed.

I couldn't help but laugh. "they're called Gaster Blasters. dad made ‘em about five years ago when we were in the labs." Talking about him still stings, but I think time will help eventually. “it… his name is Galahad.” And all of a sudden it came back to me.

Galahad. Gawain. Lamorak. The names of my Blasters, with Galahad being what Percy was to dad. Notice a pattern here?

"That's so cool!" He practically danced in his spot. "What does it do?"

"icey you're excited," I grinned, "snow fun to just tell, let's go."

His annoyed groan was all the signal I needed. He summoned waves of bones and I dodged, having Galahad take down any that got too close. We circled one another as we danced the dance of dodging and evading, throwing snow and bones everywhere. We practiced for hours and for the first time in a long time, I can confidently say I was having fun. A 'blast', even. Heh. I can't express how badly I needed this outing.

Eventually I stumbled from exhaustion. Falling into the snow onto my back, I huffed and just started laughing. Galahad floated down beside me, nudging my shoulder once and letting out what I can only guess was an amused rumble.

"ok, i'm done. heh. you win frost place."

Stamping his foot, Papyrus laughed triumphantly. "The Great Papyrus wins again!" He helped me up, both of us laughing, before I dismissed the Blaster and we headed home.

After we go to the house and settled down, I noticed Papyrus bounding about excitedly. “what’s got you goin’, bro?” I asked with a laugh.

“Oh, nothing, I just had so much fun today!” he exclaimed.

I felt a pang of guilt even though he meant the words innocently. I had spent so long in the lab, completely neglecting him. Never again, Pap, I swear.

“heh. i’m glad. me too.”

He brightened at the words, flitting around a little more before settling beside me with a bowl of popcorn. While he was scrolling through the channels, I began to mull over a thought.

“hey bro,” I said as he flipped through the TV. “how would you like to learn how to summon the Blasters?”

Papyrus dropped the remote and spun towards me, gasping. “You mean it, Sans? You’d show me?”

“yeah, sure,” I said with a chuckle. “i showed you how to do pretty much everything else. might as well try and see if you can control ‘em too.”

“The Great Papyrus never tries! He DOES!” he announced proudly. “But uh, he never turns down the helpful tip here and there.”

“heh. alright then. whenever i get a good grip on them, i’ll show you how.” I don’t remember the last time I saw my brother that excited.

The night continued with me annoying him with jokes and him asking if we could fight again sometime, eager to spend time and practice more. I agreed, and he went about making comments on everything we watched, making us both laugh. Yeah, I think things will eventually be ok. - Sans