#leftovers ship

[thegroovyskull]

[bytebun]

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Sally is the real neighborhood Rizzler... you all know i'm right...

[timethehobo]

Some extra goodies for the folks who preordered my BG3 charms. The card is a bonus for folks for bought Zevlors hehe.

We couldn’t have him in-game as a companion, so we’ll have him on-hand.

[masasei]

my twst charms for anime north !! come find me at table 152 for a ton of twst things ha ha ha

[britcision]

So I’m doing a bunch of little things I’m calling After Dinner Mints for post final fight Dungeon Meshi (cuz the goal is they’ll be short and sweet) but

It just hit me

Kabru went and kicked Mithrun’s ass into gear after having his last desire removed and not thinking there was anything else to do with his life now

Kabru

Kabru whose whole teen and adult life was about finding a way to get rid of all of the dungeons forever so Utaya couldn’t happen again

Which

Y’know

They just did that

And if Kabru even thinks “well shit what do I do with my life now” Mithrun’s gonna hone in on him like a shark and beat his ass like he did after the “the world is ending and it’s all my fault” soliloquy

Sooooo that might be a slightly longer thing

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

[thegroovyskull]

Lesbianism but as funny cartoon dogs

[windydrawallday]

POSSESSION

I can finally show the full piece I did for the @primitivebeastszine ! In contrast to the other piece for another zine I showed months ago, I up to eleven the scratchy rendering trying to blend it with the photography collage under it! I think it suits perfectly the frizzled feeling of our poor Waspy being struck by the freaky spark force of someone as chaotical as Starscream x'D. This was A LOT OF WORK! The only elements that are mirrored are Screamer's ghost face and the wings, but the rest is done all from scratch, and the textures and photos were properly adjusted to work together: only on Waspinator's body, there's a total of 50 individual layers of elements!!!.

Under the cut, I will leave more details of the process for the ones curious x3

… no doubt why my software crashed multiple times LMAO so I ended up separating it into two files, the background collage and character collage, put them all in flats, and then worked over them more comfortably.

And them both with EXTRA EFFECTS AND LAYERS AND LAYERS OF FILTERS ksdjhfkjshdf

With two fanzine artworks under my belt, I can say I'm satisfied with my yearly contribution to crazy experimentations for the enjoyment of a community of creatives as cool as this one 💚.

[chrisrin]

i got some spare charms up for grabs, selling them for $8 each + whatever shipping will cost! (i'm doing this manually, not with a storefront yet, so i won't be able to tell you shipping costs till later but i'm shipping out of the U.S to give context. if you're international, it might be more expensive)

if you're interested, it's first-come-first-serve for claims in my DMs!

update: standard sollux and both roses have been claimed!

[blueskittlesart]

well that's a wrap on zine preorders folks! now i have a spreadsheet of almost 200 names to terrify me for the next month as i actually start the production process

[ellerosen]

Crazy Buddie shippers: Tommy is such an asshole, he is boring, racist, misogynistic, has no personality, just random white dude, he made a horribly rude comment about closets and left baby Buck without even ordering him a taxi. When is his funeral?

Crazy Buddie shippers: Josh is our precious man, he is definitely deserve such good, sweet, kind and hot boyfriend like Tommy, who will make him happy.

Me, being in fandom for a month: I do not understand a fucking thing ._.

[trlblzd]

is it too late to join in the ship tierlist bandwagon

[ishgard]

we've waited way too long, want you right now anything you want, anything you want, sign your name across my body

[angel---eater]

genuinely this is nobody on this site, this is a twitter thing. but some of yall take random users shipping things you dont like waaaaay too seriously

[sin-cognito]

Rarepair New Year 2024 ch24: Sans/Dream, Royal AU

SFW

Wordcount: 3262

"and then i said, 'but lady tori, i cannot go to the ball! i have… nobody to go with!'"

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"and then i said, 'but lady tori, i cannot go to the ball! i have… nobody to go with!'"

Dream erupts in laughter, slamming his hands disgracefully on the table. The tea cups shake but they don't fall, thankfully. He wouldn't hear the end of it if he was to tell his brother he broke another tea set.

Sans chuckles to his own joke next to him, but maybe he's more amused by Dream's antics than his pun. Making the ever polite and well-mannered Dream break into dishonorable cackles is his favorite past time when the two Princes spend time together.

They were born only a couple months apart and spent their entire childhood together under the care of the same wet nurse, along with Dream's twin older brother, Nightmare. While Nightmare and Sans never really clicked, the opposite can be said about Dream and Sans, who managed to stay good friends all throughout their teenage years, and into early adulthood. The birth of Sans' little brother Papyrus didn't even affect their relationship, as a toddler Sans would just enroll an infant Dream to read bedtime stories to his new baby brother.

Dream holds as much affection for Papyrus as he does for his own twin, but Sans has an even more special place in his SOUL than the both of them. Saying that Sans is his childhood friend feels so weightless in comparison to how dear he is to Dream. He adores Sans, not only because he's the nicest and funniest and smartest and most interesting monster he knows, but because more than anything, Sans is the only monster who can make Dream forget that they're royalty.

Dream doesn't hate his status and in fact, he strives to be the best Prince his kingdom has ever had. But it would be a lie to say that sometimes he isn't a little bit envious of how his brother's subjects are free. Free to do what they want without a whole court to criticize and judge them, free to eat however they want and how much they want, free to give everything up, go away and start new somewhere else, somewhere nobody knows them.

Dream wishes for that sometimes, even though he knows it's nothing but a wild and silly fantasy, just a passing thought. Well, Sans manages to make him feel like he's more than just the heir apparent to his kingdom, and it's nice. Dream can be himself with Sans.

Unfortunately, all good time must come to an end, which in this case takes the form of one of Nightmare's valet who informs Dream that his brother has requested his presence in the royal office. Dream sighs in disappointment, he wasn't done with his tea party for two with his childhood friend.

"don't make such a face, dream," Sans reassures him with a smile, "i'll still be here after nightmare's done with you."

Dream shoots him an amused look.

"You are just going to nap, aren't you?"

"i am absolutely going to nap," Sans confirms as he snuggles into the chair, closing his eyesockets and pretending to snore.

Dream chuckles about it all the way to Nightmare's office. Sans is so silly!

He knocks on the door and is let inside.

"Hello brother," he greets the King with a low bow. "You asked for me?"

"Ah Dream, yes." Nightmare waves at the sofa next to his desk without even glancing up. "I have found you a suitor, you're to marry him in one month."

A ball of dread drops down Dream's spine. A suitor? A marriage? In one month?

It takes him a couple minutes to find his voice, and he has to clear his throat before he can react to the news.

"A-a suitor? For me? What- who? Why so suddenly?"

Nightmare rolls his eyelights, like Dream is just a toddler throwing a tantrum. "It is not sudden, I am giving you a month. And I've been more than lenient with you, we both know you've reached the age to marry already. A few years ago actually," he adds with a cold glare at Dream that makes the younger sibling shake in his seat.

"B-but, so have you, brother. Am I not right?" Dream tries. He doesn't want to upset his brother by implying things, but he never thought Nightmare would pick him a fiancé before himself, and since he hadn't heard anything about the King planning to marry anyone… He just assumed… "Why is it that I have to marry now? Shouldn't you, the King, pick someone to reign by your side before you find me a fiancé?"

This time Nightmare stops writing whatever important missive he was focusing on, and he sits back to look at Dream in the eyelights. Dream tenses, his SOUL beating oh so loud in his ribcage.

"Dream. As a King, it is my duty to provide an heir to my Kingdom, but you and I know very well that my magic is not capable of giving life to a healthy child. Not anymore. But you, you are still ripe with healthy, powerful magic, and you are young. You will be able to provide me with as many heirs as I will deem it necessary. You wouldn't refuse your barren brother this, would you? Not when it's for the sake of the Kingdom, right?"

Dream swallows dry. He knew that his twin's magic was no longer healthy enough for some of his kingly duties, but he had no idea Nightmare would work out such a roundabout solution to this particular issue. He understands that as the little brother to the King, it's now his own duty to provide an heir, but it doesn't mean that he's happy to be promised to someone he doesn't know for the sake of giving Nightmare a child. He is not a breeding hen.

Still, he understands that the Kingdom cannot go without an heir, and being the King, Nightmare is de facto the one with the power to pick Dream's future husband.

"I wouldn't," he ends up whispering defeatedly, his shoulders sagging.

"Good." Nightmare stands up and makes his way to the couch, sitting next to Dream. "Your future husband is Lord Asgore, from the islands of Newhome." Dream gasps and is about to protest but Nightmare doesn't let him get a single word in as he lifts a hand. "I know, he's old and bitter and bad company, but I've been trying to get him to sign a peace treaty for years now, and the only thing I could bargain with was you. He likes pretty and young, and you're just to his tastes. Listen to me, Dream. All you have to do is bear me an heir, and then you can wait for him to pass away or fall in love with him for all I care. Just give me a child."

Dream feels dizzy. Nightmare can't possibly be serious. To be told he's going to marry and be sent away in a month is one thing, but to hear that his fiancé is none other than Asgore? Lord of Newhome, yeah, right! Tyrant of a barbaric people, more like! Dream isn't going to last a year in the islands of Newhome.

But what other choice does Dream have? It's not like he can say no to his brother, knowing his condition, and he most definitely cannot tell no to the King. This isn't just a brotherly request, this is an order from his ruler. Dream has to abide.

Even though he'd rather just throw himself into the northern sea on his way to the Newhome islands.

"Fine," he murmurs. "I will marry Lord Asgore."

Nightmare stares at him for a moment, probably waiting for Dream to rebel, but when nothing happens, he pats Dream's shoulder once before going back to his desk. He resumes his work while Dream weakly stands up and makes his way to the door.

"I'll visit you, brother. In the Newhome islands," Nightmare says before Dream slams the door shut behind him.

He's hyper aware of the many eyes of servants and members of the court around him, so even though he feels like he's choking on air, Dream does his best to walk normally on his way back to the gardens. He needs to see Sans, immediately. He needs to tell him what horrible fate awaits him, he needs to cry into Sans' arms because it's probably the last time they'll see each other.

There couldn't be a worse fiancé for Dream than Lord Asgore. Not only because of the tyrant's infamously violent character or disgraceful appearance, but because his territory is so very far away from Dream's home, and even farther from Sans' Kingdom that Dream knows he'll be stuck there all his life. He'll never be able to visit his best friend ever again. Not to mention that Asgore has been on the verge of declaring war to Undertale, Sans' Kingdom, ever since he had a feud with Sans' father, King Gaster. It happened years ago, before Dream was even born, and the situation between the two nations has been tense ever since. So Dream doesn't think his presence will change anything, and he already knows that Asgore will forbid him to even write letters to Sans, let alone visit him.

As he gets closer and closer to the garden where Sans is waiting for him, Dream walks faster and faster, until he's actively running. It's not proper for the Prince, but at least that way people he passes by might not notice the tears streaming down his face.

When he arrives in the garden, he throws himself at Sans' chest and sobs into his shirt. The ruffles tickle his wet cheeks.

"dream? whoa, what's going on there! did i sleep through the apocalypse or something?" Sans questions as he wraps his arms around Dream, patting his back to calm him down, with no success.

It takes Dream at least half an hour to get his sobbing under control enough to tell Sans about his sudden engagement to the Lord of Newhome. Sans is helpless in getting Dream to stop crying, so not knowing what to do, he takes the Prince back to his chamber, where Dream collapses at the foot of his bed, crying into the sheets.

He doesn't stop until his eyesockets hurt and no more tears are falling, and by that time it's already dark outside and he's missed dinner. He does not care, he has no appetite anyway. He only peeks out of his room the next morning, wondering where Sans might have gone to. He remembers Sans holding his hand last night, rubbing his back comfortingly while whispering things to him, but at some point he must've retired for the night without Dream noticing, too busy as he was to pour his SOUL out on the now ruined sheets.

Dream finds his twin and asks about Sans.

"He left yesterday evening," Nightmare replies matter-of-factly. "He told me he had some urgent business back in Undertale and I got a carriage ready for him."

Dream collapses on the floor upon hearing the news. His best friend just… left? In the middle of the night? While Dream was dealing with the worst news of his life?

Dream feels his SOUL break into a million pieces all over again.

The next week or two go by in a blur. Dream doesn't leave his room, and he barely eats. He's not consciously trying to sabotage Nightmare's plan by getting himself sick before the wedding, but it'd be a lie if he said he wouldn't be glad if that was the case. He prays to whatever divinity that might be willing to listen to his plea, begging for something, anything to happen before that fateful day is here.

Two weeks after Nightmare broke the news to Dream about his engagement, the Gods seem to answer to Dream's prayers, as a carriage arrives at the castle, one that Dream is more than familiar with. As soon as he sees the deep blue and purple flags raised up all around the royal carriage from his bedroom window, Dream sprints to the front courtyard to welcome his beloved friend.

"Sans!" He cries out when the Prince is out of the carriage, throwing himself unceremoniously into Sans' arms. At this point, Dream doesn't care if he's not acting properly. What's the worse than can happen to him when he's already engaged to Lord Asgore? "Sans, I'm so happy to see you. Please, please stay by my side until the wedding, I don't think I will have the strength to do this without you."

"shh, dream, it's okay, take a deep breath," Sans coos softly, before delicately unwrapping Dream from him. "my father is here to speak to your brother, is nightmare around?"

Only then does Dream notices King Gaster standing politely a couple steps back from Sans, and Dream scrambles to give him a respectful low bow.

"Your Majesty, I'm terribly sorry for this untoward sight," he shakily says, but Gaster chuckles good naturedly.

"It's alright, dear. Please take me to your brother, I have a proposition for him."

The three royal skeletons make their way to the diplomatic salon, and Nightmare joins them soo after.

"King Gaster, Prince Sans, I had not been made aware you were to visit us today," he points out after greeting their guests.

"And I apologize for inviting ourselves like this," Gaster replies with a curt nod. "I was surprised that my son rushed home so quickly when he was supposed to stay longer with Prince Dream, and then surprised again when he talked about going back the very next morning! He pleaded with me and I have accepted his request, so now I come here to ask for you to reconsider Dream's engagement to Lord Asgore."

Dream's brows shoot up in surprise. So that was why Sans had left so quickly two weeks ago? To ask King Gaster for his help in breaking his engagement with Lord Asgore?

But this matter doesn't concern Undertale or its King, so what can King Gaster even do about it?

That is the exact thought that crosses Nightmare's mind, as he asks, "and why would I rescind my word to Lord Asgore for you, King Gaster? I don't believe who my brother marries has anything to do with you or your Kingdom, if you'll allow me to speak freely."

"Maybe not yet," King Gaster replies before turning to his son. "Sans."

"yes father. your majesty nightmare," Sans begins, and it is so bizarre to hear him speak so royally. Dream can't believe this really is his friend. "i would like you to consider the idea of giving me your brother's hand. i wish to marry dream."

Dream gasps and immediately slaps a hand over his mouth, as he's at risk to make much less dignified sounds. He feels tears prickle at his eyesockets, but those are very far from the ones he's been shedding for the past two weeks when thinking of Asgore and the wedding. No, these new tears come straight from his SOUL, which is beating so fast that Dream feels dizzy.

Oblivious to Dream's internal melt down, Nightmare hums with a frown on his face.

"Why would I give you Dream when he's already promised to a good party? What would this union bring to my Kingdom, when we already have a flourishing trade and an ancestral peace that I don't see falling apart any time soon?"

Oh, Dream wants to retort back to his brother that Asgore is far from being a good party, but he feels Sans' hand slip in his and squeeze, so he remains silent while Sans speaks.

"dream told me that the main reason for you promising him to asgore is so that he can give you an heir, is it not? if that is your main goal, think of the opportunity for this child to be an heir to not only your kingdom, but to undertale as well. one day my father will pass away, may this day be upon us more than decades from now, and i will rule over undertale. then i shall pass away myself and give the reins to my own child. wouldn't it make more sense for you to pick such a destiny for your heir?"

Dream feels himself blush at Sans' words, while Nightmare squints.

"Do you not have fragile health like I do? I remember you getting sick quite a lot when we were younger," Nightmare points out, but it seems that Sans already has an answer ready.

"i was weak and sickly in my youth, it is true. but just as you got to overcome that terrible disease, i myself am much healthier than when i was a child. and i can assure you that i am more than capable of producing a child."

"Oh my stars," Dream squeaks.

Sans doesn't pay him any mind and he simply continues.

"what does your majesty say? maybe asking dream for his opinion on the matter will help convince you, my friend."

Dream inwardly winces at Sans' choice of words. Calling Nightmare a friend is a double-edged sword, as it can set the King off and make him close up like a clam, or on the contrary get him to relax and let his guard down. Dream hopes with everything he has that it's the later. If Nightmare can leave himself open, even from just the thinnest breach, Dream might be able to squeeze himself inside and persuade his twin.

After a minute of silence, Nightmare turns to Dream.

"I suppose you'd rather marry your friend here than Lord Asgore?" He asks, his stare calculating.

Dream must not make any faux pas.

"I will do what is best for the Kingdom, and to give it a healthy heir," he swears solemnly, staring back at his brother with determination in his SOUL. He cannot avert his eyelights.

The seconds are atrociously slow while Nightmare mulls the proposition over. Finally he sighs and Dream knows they've just won.

"Fine. Go ahead and marry Prince Sans," he says almost nonchalantly while Dream breaks down in happy tears, Sans hugging him tightly. "I'll deal with Lord Asgore. My guess is that he won't be pleased with the news."

"Let me assure you that you will have the full support of the Kingdom of Undertale, should Lord Asgore behave poorly upon hearing the news," King Gaster pipes up, holding his hand out for Nightmare to shake.

"One more thing though," Nightmare says, catching Dream's and Sans' attention. "I want an heir, and fast. I have much to teach them so they can rule the Kingdom when I retire, so Dream, Sans, I'm giving you one year and not another day to bear me a child. If by this date next year I don't have a babybones in my castle, I will personally escort Lord Asgore into Dream's chamber and stand guard as he does the deed."

Dream gulps and nods rapidly. He's pretty sure Nightmare isn't being serious about staying to watch during the creation of the child, but he wouldn't exactly put it past him to be true to his word.

"don't worry about this, your majesty," Sans replies with a grin as he wraps an arm around Dream's waist, pulling him close. "i'll make sure we get to it as soon as we're excused from the wedding celebrations."

Dream's face blushes a deep yellow.

Oh la la.