#souleater sans

[se-sans]

ima just post rn all the things I didn't on Tumblr by lazyness lmao And yeah, I can't draw Dream :,) Please, Like, Comment, Share, and Follow ^^

[shundertaleaucomic]

SoulHunter, episode 57, Undertale AU comic

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[amalllalone]

I love my history teacher, but...

...oh fuck.

AHEM.

Nightmare and Dream belong to jokublog

Error, Fresh and Geno!Sans (badly represented) belong to loverofpiggies

FatalError!Sans belong to xedamon

Ink belong to comyet

Cross belong to jakei95

Killer!Sans belong to rahafwabas

Horror!Sans belong to horrortalecomic

Dust!Sans belong to ask-dustale

Outer!Sans belong to 2mi127

Wingless belong to hheisa

Slash belong to itsxroxannex

SoulEater!Sans belong to se-sans (The placement was random I swear)

Swap!Sans and Fell!Sans belong to UTAUs community

Sans belong to King Toby Fox

[se-sans]

<3

Exausted skeleton in Soul arms...

____

Soul belong to @se-sans (so many fanart sorry XD)

Star-Rest belong to me

[the-post-crow]

That was one powerful alternate, able to effect so many cookies at once. . .

*yeah, glad it's dead.

[se-sans]

I think I have a bit of pity for that mosquito ^^' Don't forget to Like, Comment, Share and Follow if you appreciated my work ^^

[shundertaleaucomic]

SoulHunter, episode 52, Undertale AU comic

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[se-sans]

OMG THANK YOU SO VERY MUCH I LOVE PIXEL ART AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

@se-sans @shundertaleaucomic

FANART!!!!

[amalllalone]

SoulEater!Sans belong to the sublim @se-sans .

There's absolutely nothing under cut.

Il a une tête de parisien le jeudi.

🎶Et on fait tourner les serviettes🎶

🎶Comme des petites girouettes🎶

🎶Ça fais du vent dans les couettes🎶

🎶C'est bête, c'est bête🎶

🎶Mais c'est bon pour la tête🎶

(Pardon.)

[mistymiddiana]

Stream Doodles

Requested by: @wolf-wrathknight

Requested by: @mk-alice

Requested by: @wolf-wrathknight

@superyoumna

[se-sans]

THANK YOU SO MUCH IT LITERALLY LOOK LIKE A PAINTING FDGHVSJB I wanna print it out and put in a frame, like a real painting

Turururururu

Soul belongs to @se-sans

[idridian]

Aftermath: Chill

Based on this post.

Mecha!Sans belongs to @wolf-wrathknight

Menna belongs to @superyoumna

Micha belongs to both @wolf-wrathknight and @superyoumna

It was a beautiful day outside… birds were singing… flowers were blooming…

It was the first warm day of spring, right around the middle of April. Menna and Mecha had decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and go on a little picnic with their son, Micha. They sat together underneath a gnarled old apple tree, Menna leaning contently on Mecha’s shoulder, as they watched Micha alternate between picking flowers and chasing butterflies, all the while laughing gleefully.

Menna looked up and found that her husband was following their son’s every movement with a strange, but definitely happy glint in his eyes. She reached out to touch his face gently.

“See something you like?” she asked.

A smile tugged at Mecha’s lips as he leaned into the touch slightly.

“I see someone I love. In fact, I see two people I love” he answered, and kissed her hand.

Menna giggled.

While his parents were distracted by their affection for each other, Micha had taken the opportunity to wander off a bit, following a small blue butterfly that had captured his attention. The little creature fluttered this way and that, carefully avoiding Micha’s clumsy hands as he jumped as high as he could and tried to grab it, and every now and then landing on a flower to rest a bit before it had to take off again to avoid being caught.

Micha followed the butterfly for quite a while; until suddenly, it stopped moving forward in the blink of an eye, instead hovering in one spot around three metres above the ground, well out of the boy’s reach. Micha approached it warily. This was not what butterflies were supposed to do. He knew that much. Butterflies were supposed to fly around in loops and circles and not be weird and still, like that one. He was now standing directly underneath the butterfly, tilting his head back to look at it. He absentmindedly noticed that some clouds must have come up and blocked out the sun, since he didn’t need to shield his eyes despite looking directly at the sky.

The butterfly shivered slightly, and then stopped fluttering.

It crumbled into dust.

  Micha jumped back and gasped in shock. He stared unbelievingly at the remains of the beautiful butterfly, as if hoping that it would come back to life and bring back the happiness and glee that had disappeared so suddenly. A strong wind tugged at his clothes and hair, causing him to shiver and hug himself tightly. It was carrying torn little wisps of fog that soon made it hard to see anything at all and made the air taste heavy and rotting.

Micha realized how quiet everything was all of a sudden. The birds had stopped singing, the bees weren’t humming anymore, and the soft voices of his parents had gone silent. Panic made his heart jump in his throat, and he made a heelface turn and ran back the way he had come.

In the distance he could make out the shape of the apple tree they had all been sitting under not half an hour ago, cheerfully eating Butterscotch Cinnamon Pie and Nice Cream, nothing but a happy family. He wanted nothing more than to call out for his parents, let them assure him that everything was alright, that he was safe and that they would always be there to protect him.

He tripped over something.

  Micha just barely managed to catch his fall with his arms, scraping his palms in the process and accidentally biting his lip. He felt tears form in the corners of his eyes and breathed as calmly as he could to get rid of them. Slowly, he turned his head to see what he had stumbled over.

  Wires.

Wires was what he saw.

Wires, and then rounded metal plates held together with bolts, engineered to imitate a human body… and torn fabric, something that used to be a suit… and half a face. Half a face that had been torn by something horrible and huge, the eyescreens cracked and splintered and empty.

And wires.

  And half a hijab.

The original colour completely gone.

It was red now.

  He couldn’t breathe. The air wouldn’t get into his lungs. It stopped in his throat.

He opened his mouth, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Distantly he was aware of tears running down his cheeks. His facial muscles twitched, pulling the corners of his mouth into a grimace that in a different context might have been mistaken for a grin.

He couldn’t think.

His mind didn’t work.

How…?

  A sound behind him pulled him out of his numb state of shock, causing his eyes to widen and sending violent shivers up his spine.

Growling.

His mind jerked awake suddenly, and he remembered something that his father sometimes spoke of, someone he had apparently once known… someone who had a shadow following her every step whenever she came to visit… someone that both his parents had warned him about… his parents…

A tiny, terrified noise escaped his throat.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something moving.

He turned his head.

  Far away, in the deepest recesses of the code, Gaster is suddenly jerked awake by a violent shiver running through the endless strings that flow past his little niche. He looks around in confusion, an uneasy feeling in his stomach slowly rising, but not quite able to place the cause for his distress. He looks outside, and his eye widens in horror when he sees that all-too-familiar nudge run past.

He knows that one.

He knows who sent it.

And he knows, without even having to trace the nudge to its point of origin, what it has done.

He grits his teeth, frustration and anger hammering at the back of his skull, and curses her once more.

  Somewhere else entirely, the Beyond smiles.

[marshmallow-chibi]

(DISCLAIMER: i do not own undertale or soul eater)

[nova2cosmos]

*psssst! don't be shy, show them the pretty kiss Soul and Lunatic have done ✨🤭*

*Colored it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)*

Mad Dummy Sans(Aka Lunatic) belongs to me Souleater Sans Belongs to @se-sans General Story - Reference Previous Asks- Next Asks

[se-sans]

Thank you very much for the Fanart! It's been a while that I didn't had a Fanart of Soul on tumblr!

Another hyperfixation to add to my collection ^^

Soul Sans belongs to @se-sans

Art by Me

[the-post-crow]

She's pretty nice but eehhhh- still- ya dunno what she can do.

*He nervously nods*