#the will to persevere

[timi-tango]

This is a little celebratory self indulgent art that I made after seeing the polls for if we should do a Pap x reader and a sans x reader fic! So glad to see that everyone has just as much love for these two skeletons as I do lol! Seperate images of the two boys in the cut below <3

[classycookiexo]

[paintedcrows]

Nooo little Stanley watch out! Your striped shirt, bandage, and sad backstory are too Fallen Human Coded!! The Undertale narrative is going to get you!!!

[fluffyartbl0g]

one piece saved my life man

[moldspace]

i was at a restaurant last week, watching the political ads on the TV between sports games. one from the trump campaign ended with the slogan “kamala is for they/them. trump is for you”. it was vilely clever - and it made a clear statement about who was the enemy, the other, the unwelcome, in trump’s great america. i thought about how the right had gone all-in on transphobia this election season, and i hoped it was a gamble that would cost them.

this week has been a gut punch, and i’ve been feeling a lot of things - rage, fear, grief, and subspecies of those emotions. what i kept coming back to, though, as i digested these feelings, were the people i love. my queer friends. the trans kids in my community. the people who, already, are losing their rights to bodily autonomy, state-by-state. the way that i’ve had to start looking at our country as a fucked up patchwork of safe and not-safe. the way that access to medical care, increasingly, changes depending on which side of an arbitrary border you’re on. i’m also realizing the ignorance and privilege it is to only think of our country this way, now. america has always been about picking and choosing who deserves rights, who we consider a person. but, despite the deep-seated flaws of this country, i live in it. so do so many people i love. and that’s what I keep coming back to: the people i love, and my desire to protect them. at the very center of all the rage and hurt and anxiety and sorrow i’m feeling, is a deep, perilous love. i am holding onto that love. i hope you are, too.

[soupdwelling]

doodled some guy again

[circuscountdowns]

can u tell how my joke doodle about how I tank damage instead of dodging got away from me

[pakau]

@strange-aeons and @the-muppet-joker duking it out.

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[lvnesart]

oh to be loved

[plagalkey]

atsumu makes me go insane haha.. oikage's property..

[timi-tango]

Just some quick doodles of my version of Frisk and Flowey based on my fic "The Will to Persevere!"

I feel like it's so important to remember that Frisk is just a child when all of this stuff goes down, a child who's alone and probably scared.

Well, not alone anymore now that Readers with them (and of course Flowers there too)

And Sans is there cause, well, he's Sans.

[lavellaned]

happy one month anniversary of the gameplay reveal. proud of how normal we've all been about it.

[thoughtsfromb4]

The Angel On My Shoulder Goes By The Name Of Death

Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,

And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I always feel his breath

As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.

He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape,

One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape

When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.

For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound,

And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound,

The hardest part is not the fighting, it is not knowing if there will be any respite to be found.

This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind–

But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind,

I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.

But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by,

That every new assault of his is an opportunity for me to learn new tactics which I can in future then apply.

Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy–

Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first of us to die.

-- @thoughtsfromb4

[voidpidgeon]

HIM

[sixoclocker]

fallen luck • ( flowey ver. )

curveball everyone the last character was flowey when he was snatching up the souls and stuff. here he comes with the steel chair. anyways last part of fallen luck :) thank you to everyone for the support on this !! i’m really proud of it shdhdjdh and im glad to see people have enjoyed it as well.

(also to the people who asked abt dalv, i kinda envisioned that only the guys who brought the soul in would be allowed to speak to clover— and flowey i guess but he steals them so it isn’t actually allowed or something lmao?? i dunno. but dw i think one of the other three pass on any messages dalv has if it makes you feel any better heehee)