#rottoncrops

[thelogicallunatic]

There's a painful lack of Horrortale Paps in Rottoncrops art

such an interesting version of Paps

he needs some tlc too :(

[yumepedia]

Farm and Horror

Farmtale Sans- GuinongTale_AU

Horrortale Sans- Sour Apple Studios

Killertale Sans- @/ rahafwabas

Dusttale Sans- @/ ask-dusttale

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

Lets seee uhh

Classic x fell

Classic x outer

Classic x Bad Sans Poly

Classic x Ccino

Swap x Swapfell or Fellswap (red or gold)

Sci x Fell

Horror x Some therapy

Horror x Farm

Pick n choose!

@lukautfortheeggs

Kustard (Red is in hella gay denial)

RottenCrops/BloodyCrops (Also cooking and baking could be Horror's form of therapy 😌💕) (He's still learning, be nice to him 🥺)

What was this ship called... SciFell? Mad Scientist. Uhhh... What do we call this gay abomination 😭 💕

[ant1quarian]

Have you ever contemplated... Fae!Saejun x Horror

[paintedimagery]

[sugarstickz-mp3]

more farmtale to warm my heart :3

rottoncrop is growing on me and i think my fav trope is scary traumatized complex person x sweet kind simple person

[radicalrainbow]

Happy Halloween🎃

This Halloween, HotRod hosted a party for the holiday with friends and family!!!

There were a multitude of drinks from sodas to alcohol, and delicious treats from cookies to fruit, and everyone was in costume!

Dressed as an undead baseball player, while her girlfriend Dionaea dressed as a Druid!! And- her older brother, who stuck around to be the disappointment child with an outfit that put their dad in his grave!

Safe to say Fresh was not happy

It was fun!! if you attended, show off the pictures taken <3 [aka, artists are free to reply to this with their own characters dressed up "at the party"]

Dionaea belongs to @sunflowersunrisescorner

[scaredofstyrofoam]

Aw, I love her 💛😭

HorrorFarm ShipKid!

Character sheet/artwork by the super talented @radicalrainbow who, YES, is accepting commissions!! Their art is going to be a staple here for my projects, but you can always head over to their site and ask for your very own!

Now, let's get down to business.

Say hello to Dionaea! 👋

Daughter of Horror and Farm she lives off the back-roads surrounded by fields, forests, and creakbeds! She ain't afraid to get down and dirty and enjoys rangeling hogs, climbing trees, and fishin' by the riverside! But that's just basic knowledge - let's get to know her more personally!

-Dionaea stands at 4 feet 11 inches off the ground and weighs approximately 130 pounds (with ecto). She has a "pet" venus flytrap named Whiskers, which Horror and Farm find especially amusing as "Dionaea Muscipula" is the scientific term for a fly-trap, and where her name originated from.

-She helps her father's work on the farm even though it's not a must. Working with the animals makes up her favorite tasks while pulling weeds and slashing is her least.

-Dionaea has trypophobia (a fear of holes) and apiphobia (a fear of bees).

-She is currently in a relationship with HotRod. ( @radicalrainbow ship kid with Fresh x Greaser) The two are opposites that attract, and albeit Dionaea's head over heels for the other, Horror and Farm don't quite see the appeal...

-Dionaea was born with frail bones and, as such, has limited magic and has suffered multiple injuries to her person. The most notable of these is located on her arm and face.

-Dionaea dabbles in witchcraft, with her main deity being Gaia (the goddess of the earth). She reads tarot cards, has a book of shadows, presses herbs and flowers, and collects/works with crystals and other natural items that come from the earth (including shells, acorns, animal bones, etc.).

This character is still a work in progress, so more information to come as ideas flow in! In the meantime, asks are open for Dionaea for those interested! Thank you! 😊

[purpleruneleaf]

so i played with the horror and farm dolls, but decided i didn't like them as much after all. not putting this on ao3, but putting this out in the universe in case someone else might enjoy it. i dunno, i don't feel like i captured either of them very well. rottoncrops (farmer/horror)

3am coffee

He'd heard the stories of UFOs and aliens beaming up cows and people, so when the flashes of light and strange noises seemed to be coming from his barn, Farm's first thought at 3am was Aw shit, I've got me uh intergalactic problem...

With that in mind, Farm did what any sensible person would have done in the same situation.

The skeleton got out of bed, stepped into his slippers, put on his robe, and made his way downstairs. In his kitchen, he put on a pot of coffee and whipped up a quick batch of biscuits. While the dough rested, he washed his hands, stuffed and lit his pipe, grabbed his shotgun and flashlight, and headed towards the barn. 

By the time he got over there, of course, the light show was over, and everything seemed normal. To the point that Farm briefly wondered if he’d dreamt it in the first place.

Better safe than sorry, he thought with a sigh, huffing out a puff from his pipe. Shotgun draped over his elbow, he clicked on his flashlight and got the barn door open. His eyes followed the beam his flashlight made. Nothing seemed out of place.

But he could smell it.

Something faint, bitter, and rancid tickled his nostrils. It was a smell Farm was familiar enough with that he smiled a little.

Fear.

“Yuh can c’mon outtuh hidin’,” he said out loud. Something tensed in the air like a held breath. “I ain’t gonna hurt you none. I got fresh coffee made, and the oven’s warmin’ up fer biscuits. Why don’chyuh c’mon out, an’ we can talk over some fresh biscuits ‘n’ gravy?”

“What’s the catch?” a voice hissed from the shadows around him.

He swallowed hard. Every instinct in him now warned Farm not to make any sudden moves. The voice almost sounded like it was behind him. Farm forced a smile. “Ain’t no catch, I swear. Just a peace offerin’. Yuh come a long way, right? Yuh must be hungry.”

There was a quiet while the stranger considered Farm’s offer. “I… don’t have anything to give in exchange.” A knife flashed in the corner of his eye, the blade curved towards Farmer’s throat. “This is some sort of trick!  You’re going to try and kill me for food!”

“Fer… what?”

The knife edged closer to his throat. Farm lifted his chin. “Food, you simpleton! There’s not enough to go around, remember? You ‘re going to kill me and eat me!”

Farm chuckled nervously, holding up both hands. “I don’t know what’s goin’ on on yer planet, friend, but we got plenty of food here. I don’t gotta kill nobody to live, I promise. ‘Cept fer the occasional pig ‘r cow… or chicken. Or rabbit, but that’s a treat I save fer the holidays.”

The hand holding the knife wavered; the blade came away from his throat. “Rabbits? You… raise rabbits?”

“Sure do!” Farm replied with a grin. “Got me some sheep and a goat too. And a funky little lizard that looks like a dinosaur. Got all sorts uh critters.” He laughed. “Darn learnt everything but uh fishin’ pond, and even then, river ain’t too far away. If yuh stay past sunrise, yuh can mee’ em iffin yuh want.”

Again that hand lowered a little more. “I don’t have anything to give in exchange,” the stranger repeated. “I can’t pay you back.”

“Don’ need tuh,” Farm assured. He shrugged. “But iffin it’ll help yuh feel better ‘bout the whole deal, I can put yuh tuh work. If yuh like, you can stay as long as yuh need. Ah don’ mind none.” His smile fell. “Awful lonely way out here since mah brother moved to the city. Could use some company.”

Finally the knife came away from his throat. The shadows to Farm’s left solidified and moved, taking the form of a skeleton that stepped into the light of Farm’s flashlight.

Immediately noticeable was the chunk missing from the stranger’s skull. Farm did his best not to stare, turning his gaze to the stranger’s bloody, dusty hoodie and shorts. The stranger was both taller and wider than Farmer, and his teeth seemed both sharper and harder. Like they could break bone… His single red eyelight stared at Farmer with wary suspicion as he slid the knife back into his sleeve.

Farm moved the flashlight to his other hand so he could offer it to shake. “Farmer Sans,” he introduced himself. 

The eyelight flicked between the offered hand and his face. “Horror,” replied the stranger, not accepting the hand.

Which didn’t offend Farm at all. He suspected his guest had a list of reasons why he should keep his guard up. Farmer shrugged and changed flashlight hands again. 

“C’mon,” he offered with a grin. “Coffee’s gonna burn iffin we let it sit too long undrunk. Yuh like coffee?”

The red eyelight shifted to one side sheepishly. “It’s… been a long time since I had coffee…” 

Farmer patted his back. “Well, lucky fer you, I grow mah own.” He led the way out of the barn and closed it up behind them. “I even got uh special greenhouse so I can grow ‘em out of season.” He laughed. “Yuh’d be surprised how nice it is tuh have good, fresh coffee in the middle of winter!”

The skeleton paused to look back at his guest when Horror didn’t reply and found the stranger standing several paces behind, his gaze turned up to the sky. Black tears trickled down Horror’s cheeks. Farm smiled and looked up as well.

“Stars are mighty purdy tonight,” he said with a wistful sigh.

“Stars…” mumbled Horror. “Real stars…” He nodded and wiped his face with a shaky hand. “Yes… They are rather… pretty…”

Farm took a hesitant step closer. “Yuh ain’t never seen the stars before, have yuh…”

Silently the other skeleton shook his head.

“Well tell yuh whut…” Farm’s grin returned. “How ‘bout yuh make yerself nice an’ cozy on the porch swing while I make our coffee? That way we can talk an’ watch the stars together, a’ight?”

Horror wordlessly nodded. Though he remained unspeaking and his expression betraying nothing, Farm still sensed a deep, profound sadness, like a wounded animal just about to give up hope. And a small flicker of wonder at those stars. Saying nothing else himself, Farm led his guest to the wide porch swing. The hinges and chains squeaked a little as Horror hesitantly sat, wobbling as it tried to swing under him. It didn’t escape Farm’s notice that Horror sat on the edge of the swing, ready to leap to his feet at a moment’s notice. He would have said something about it, but Farm knew his guest wouldn’t simply accept the words “you can relax, it’s safe.” 

“You jus’ wait right here,” Farm told him. “I’ll get started on them biscuits an’ bring out some coffee, a’ight?”

Again, Horror only silently nodded, looking more and more like a child unsure if they were in trouble or unwelcome.

I just wanna wrap him in uh blanket an’ hug ‘im ‘til he gets it, Farm thought with a sigh as he retreated inside. 

He put away his gun and flashlight and got the biscuits rolled out. Cooking was little trouble for Farm; he enjoyed the task and saw it as a form of meditation. There were certain recipes he’d make on certain days, based on the weather or his mood. Focaccia was good for when he wanted to punch something, and fudge was for when the humidity was just right. 

Rolling and cutting out the biscuits gave him something to focus on so his mind wouldn’t wander in worry to his quiet guest.

He got the biscuits on a baking sheet and in the oven, then made coffee. Unsure of how Horror took his, Farm mixed one with extra sugar and creamer and one with just sugar, and would let his guest choose. 

As he left his kitchen, booty-bumping the door since his hands were full, Farm expected his guest to be gone.

But when he stepped outside, he found that Horror was right where Farm left him, sitting on the swing, crying black tears as he gazed up at the stars.

“How do yuh like her coffee?” Farm asked gently as he sat beside Horror on the swing. 

The broken skeleton shrugged.

Taking that to mean he didn’t care, and figuring Horror needed the extra goodness of it, Farmer gave him the bug with the cream-and-sugar coffee, keeping the black with sugar for himself. Farm leaned back on the swing and stretched an arm over the back of it. He crossed one leg over the other and used his foot to slowly rock them. Horror fumbled a little about to spring up and flee, but once he realized the movement was only them, he relaxed visibly. Leaning forward onto his elbows and knees, Horror rocked the swing with him.

For a while, neither spoke. They existed together in a comfortable quiet, sipping coffee, rocking on the swing, watching the stars. Farm had all the time in the world, and his patience was rewarded.

“I’ve never seen the stars,” Horror admitted. “I’m from a place so far away from them, we had a room that mimicked the night sky. Sparkling crystals embedded in a high ceiling… There was even a telescope you could look through for five undollars.”

“But…” Farm nudged him. The broken skeleton was speaking in the past tense.

Horror huffed a brief smile. “But it’s gone now. We needed the room for something else. We needed the crystals for something else. The star room was the first to go.”

“You don’ gotta talk ‘bout it iffin yer not ready.”

The broken skeleton nodded, and that was the end of the conversation.

[calmchapsart]

Leviathantale Mermay Day 10 - Kelp

Hanging out with your fishing buddy

Au belongs to @skumhuu

[carelesscreativity]

Why dont you do horrordust sounding then?

I saw the ask sayin you liked it so

Also that RottonCrops post- y es

Because that kink doesn’t really match up to them for me. HorrorDust seems like more of a natural sex kind of couple to me. Not the type to use toys.

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

Damn you guys are EATING up that Edgy Skele Poly

Hold off on the requests and let me catch up, I keep procrastinating BUT I SWEAR I'LL GET TO YOUR REQUEST EVENTUALLY, I'm doing it in order so next up is DustedAfterDeath, and then after that a few ships someone asked for in my askbox and I know you said pick n' choose but some of them are so cute so it's gonna take extra long...

Also did I ever post RottonCrops/BloodyCrops (Horror × Farmer) on this blog? I had like two short comics for the sweet peas... If I find them I'll post them for you guys as an extra treat :3

I NEED TO DRAW SANSCEST. IMMEDIATELY. DROP THEM IN THE COMMENTS I BEG OF YOU. And maybe a lil' prompt if you'd like c:

Edit: To clarify I literally do not care what the ship is, I am a multishipper, and maybe I'm biased for the classic ships BUT I will literally vibe with anything including rare pairs, poly, etc...! As long as nothing's incest or forced, nothing crazy like that, and if you're shy? My ask box is open, you can ask anonymously :D

[ant1quarian]

What if in that same universe as kist and colour x killer, Horror also drifts away to Saejun?

So dust is just left with Cross and Nightmare-

You read my exact thoughts, Ruru.

Exact thoughts.

Except Swap would also still be there pfft-

[sugarstickz-mp3]

RECENT ROTTONCROP/FARMXHORROR ART DUMP YEAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

i love this ship so muchhhhhhhhhhhh

bonus this with farmer and a few other ppl :3333, im pretty sure farmer is my fav sans heheheh

[sugarstickz-mp3]

some rottoncrop doodles i made tn,,,, they're literally my fav i cant get enough of them!!!! i NEED more people to make content with them....

im so excited to keep drawing them,, >v<

[sugarstickz-mp3]

oh yeah also this is the same anon from earlier who gave the compliment but didn't wanna put it in messages, i forgot to mention, youve just inspired me to draw so much rottencrops. like you dont understand my photos are gonna be completely filled with this ship and it's all your fault /lh /pos

sincerely, an anon who is probably gonna have to start deleting apps just to make space for all the rottencrops stuff im gonna draw

HEHEHEHEHE, IM SO GLAD I BROUGHT ANOTHER FAN INTO THE ROTTONCROP SHIP MWAHAHAHHA

it's literally one of my favs and i really wish there was more content on them,,,, heheheheheh