#undertale au's

[savi-our]

New Characters Added - Introducing Swapfell/Fellswap AU's!

As promised, here come the 3 new Swapfell Au's! From the far left starting from Classic Swapfell!

Nox - A Prim and proper royal guard captain with strict principles. He is assured, and very prideful. Nox often comes off as a stick in the mud but he couldn't care less of other peoples opinions of him. Rus - A money grubbing, conspiracy loving, shit stirring, lone wolf. Rus is a chatty and friendly monster that always manages to stick his nose into things where money is involved, however as friendly as he might seem, he rejects any and all attempts at close kinship. His personal history and inner thoughts are locked behind a massive paywall.

Next up in the very middle we have a Swapfell/Fellswap combo!

Berry - A bratty, boastful and energetic skeleton. Berry believes that he is always right and everything he does deserves its own movie rendition! Its never surprising to find Berry loudly complaining about something that slightly got on his nerves, seeing as nothing seemed to be up to his standards! Syrup - A deathly quiet and loyal hound, answering his brothers every whim and call with a dutiful "Yes, M'lord." A very apathetic monster that is bored of the world around him, but whenever he finds something of interest... things become dangerous... (Very much inspired by @battlemaiden13 's Swapfell rendition)

And last but not least on the far right we have the Fellswap Gold brothers!

Wine - A conspiring businessman. Wine is knowledgeable in all things business and is known for scheming and charming his way into high society! Loves the more expensive things in life and can be rather controlling. Very protective of his younger brother. Coffee - A timid and shy monster that struggles making social connections. He is an introvert and often spends time alone, albeit whether its by choice or due to being confined to his house - its hard to tell. Anyone who ha managed to get closer to Coffee would know that he secretly yearns for new connections and exciting new experiences.

Aaaaand thats all of them! Asks are open and im excited to write more on any single one of these boys so feel free to slide into my askbox! :)

[erinawritesheadcanons2]

Hey Author, can I request Horror, Killer, Dust, Ganz with Headcanons of S/O Running Away from Abusive home? Thank you

- Lilith

Horror Sans, Killer Sans, Dust Sans, and Ganz Helping S/O Running Away from Abusive Home

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Hello, there Lilith. I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality and I would like to apologize for replying the ask late because I had a horrible carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand, depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as theraphy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of Internship before leaving to find new job.

Warning: Angst, Gore, Violence, Profanity, Mention of Abuse, and Mention of Illness, and Mention of Self-harm.

Gender: None

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Horror Sans

Horror Sans doesn't hesitate when you ask for help. The moment he realizes how bad your situation is, he’s already making plans to get you out. "Ain’t no way I’m leavin’ ya there. We’re gettin’ out. Tonight."

He doesn’t care about the consequences. Laws? Authorities? None of it matters to him. All he knows is that you’re suffering, and he won’t let it continue.

He’s surprisingly good at sneaking around. Despite his large frame and heavy steps, he knows how to move quietly when the situation demands it. Your abuser never hears him coming.

If things get dangerous, he won’t hold back. He won’t start a fight unless absolutely necessary, but if your abuser tries to stop you from leaving… well, let’s just say they won’t be standing for long.

He already has a safe place in mind. Whether it’s a rundown cabin, an underground hideout, or just somewhere far away from your past, he makes sure there’s a place you can rest without fear.

You will never go hungry around him. Horror knows what it’s like to starve, and he refuses to let you feel that kind of pain. No matter where you are, he makes sure there’s food on the table.

He keeps weapons nearby—just in case. Even if you’re safe, he doesn’t trust the world to stay safe. If anyone dares come looking for you, he’s ready as he already sharpen his axe.

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(Y/N) flinched as the glass slammed onto the table, the sharp sound cutting through the suffocating silence of the dimly lit dining room. Your father loomed over them, his face twisted with fury, his hands gripping the crumpled report card like it was a personal insult. “A D?” he spat, his voice a venomous whisper before it erupted into a full-blown roar. “You got a damn D in math? After all I’ve done for you?!” His hand clenched, and for a terrifying moment, you braced yourselves for what might come next.

Before he could step any closer, a sudden crack echoed through the room. A presence that is dark and imposing loomed behind you. Horror Sans stood behind you, his massive form filling the small space of your living room, single glowing eye locked onto the man who had been tormenting you. His grin stretched wide, jagged and unsettling, but there was no amusement in it. Only warning. "Havin’ fun screamin’, old man?" Horror’s voice was low and gravelly.

The old man spun around, his rage momentarily replaced with shock at the sight. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped, but there was a waver in his voice. He wasn’t used to being challenged, much less by something like this. Horror took a single step forward, his heavy boots making the floor creak. "We’re leavin’," he stated simply, his voice calm, too calm for his liking. "Sit. Down." Your father snarled, pointing a trembling finger at you.

It was his final command, the last attempt to control you. But before you could even flinch, Horror took another step, his full height casting a shadow over the man. The room felt smaller, suffocating. Your father wasn't used to being the one afraid, but the sheer size of Horror, the raw, inhuman presence of him, made him hesitate. Horror tilted his head, eye socket narrowing as he let out a low chuckle. "Didn’t hear me the first time, huh? I said, We're leavin' this place."His grip on the axe tightened.

Your father’s hands curled into fists, his face twisting with rage, but Horror didn’t wait. The moment the old man lunged, Horror’s axe was in his hands, the dull side of the blade resting just beneath his chin in a silent warning. "Try me," Horror murmured, his glowing eye flaring. "Please. I-i'm sorry" Your father’s breath hitched, his bravado crumbling as he took a step back.

And then, in an instant, the world around you vanished. The living room, the screaming, the suffocating weight of expectations—gone. When you opened your eyes again, you were somewhere else entirely. The air was damp, cold, the scent of old metal and dust filling your lungs. You were in an abandoned warehouse, far from home. Far from him.

Horror turned to you, his expression unreadable, though his grin had less malice now. "Yer safe," he muttered, kneeling beside you. "Ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya no more." His massive hands, so used to violence, moved carefully as he scanned you for injuries. A bruise on your wrist. A faint red mark on your cheek. His fingers ghosted over them, his grip tightening in quiet fury. "Bastard's lucky I didn’t do worse," he muttered, more to himself than to you. "I-it's okay, Horror. Thank you so much for saving me," you smile at him.

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Killer Sans

Killer had always been sharp, noticing the smallest details. When he saw your bruises and the way you flinched at sudden movements, he knew something was wrong.

Even before you told him anything, he started keeping an eye on your house. If he noticed the lights still on late at night, heard yelling when he passed by, or saw you flinch when your phone rang.

Killer didn’t just want to rescue you. He wanted to make sure your abuser regretted ever laying a hand on you. He’d steal their keys, rearrange furniture just to mess with them, leave unsettling notes on mirrors like, You’re being watched. He wanted them paranoid.

Killer didn’t do sappy, but he did do distractions. He dragged you on random outings in the middle of the night like rooftops, empty amusement parks, abandoned diners. "We’re making up for lost time, babe. C’mon, let’s go cause some mayhem."

Killer had ways of erasing monsters and people—at least from records. He hacked into systems, messed with addresses, and ensured there was no trace of you left behind. If your abuser tried to find you, they’d be met with nothing but dead ends.

He never said it out loud, but he didn’t need to. The way he stayed close, the way he glared at anyone who got too near, the way he always had one hand near his weapon. It was all a silent promise to keep you saved.

If someone even slightly raised their voice at you, Killer was in their face before they could finish their sentence. "Try that again," he’d say, tilting his head with an unsettling grin.

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The air was thick with tension, the kind that suffocated and lingered long after the shouting stopped. Killer had been lounging on your bed, arms folded behind his skull, lazily flipping a knife between his fingers. It was supposed to be just another night of hanging out, just the two of you. But then—CRASH. A scream tore through the silence, followed by the sharp sound of something shattering. His grip on the knife tightened.

Your mother’s voice rang through the house, dripping with venom. "You ruined everything!" she shrieked. Another crash. Another pained cry. Killer’s easygoing smirk faded instantly. He teleported out of your room in an instant, appearing at the top of the stairs just in time to see you crumpled on the floor, clutching your side, gasping in pain.

His sockets darkened, his grin sharpening into something dangerous. Without hesitation, he pulled back his arm and flung his knife. The blade zipped through the air, slicing just past her cheek and embedding itself into the wall with a deadly thunk. She froze, eyes wide with terror. Before she could even process what had happened, Killer tilted his head, a smirk curling at his lips. "Try that again," he purred, his voice smooth yet laced with menace. "I dare you."

Your mother let out a strangled scream, stumbling backward, hands shaking. "M-Monster!" she shrieked before turning and bolting toward her room, slamming the door behind her. Killer rolled his eyes. "Pfft. Unoriginal," he muttered before turning his attention to you. He crouched down, carefully reaching out. "C’mon, doll. We’re getting you outta here." Without waiting for an answer, he wrapped his arms around you and teleported in a flash of light.

The old warehouse was dark, abandoned, and silent except for the distant dripping of water from a leaking pipe. It wasn’t much, but it was safe. Killer lowered you onto a makeshift seat, his grin softening slightly. "Stay here. I’ll be right back. Don’t move, got it?" You barely had time to nod before he was gone.

Back at the house, the chaos began. Killer materialized in your mother’s bedroom, eyes gleaming with mischief. With quick, efficient movements, he stole her keys, tossing them into some impossible-to-reach corner. He grabbed a can of red paint he found in the storage room and smeared it across her mirror, leaving behind streaks that resembled dripping blood. He grinned. "Ooh, creepy."

Then, just for fun, he rearranged the furniture, flipping chairs upside down, shifting the bed slightly to make it feel off, and setting the TV volume to max before unplugging it. For the finishing touch, he grabbed a notepad from the counter and scribbled a little message in sharp, jagged handwriting. We know what you did. He stuck it to the fridge, right on top of one of the pictures where she still pretended to be a good parent.

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Dust Sans

Dust Sans isn't stupid. He notices the way your body tenses when certain topics come up, the way your eyes dart around like you’re waiting for something or someone to strike. It’s subtle, but to someone like him, who has lived in fear before, it’s obvious.

He doesn’t ask right away, though. He just observes, lets his suspicions build until the truth is right in front of him. You try to hide the bruises under long sleeves, the cuts that are a little too precise to be accidents, but he sees them.

The night he acts, he waits for the perfect moment. The second your abuser turns their back, Dust teleports straight into your room and grabs your wrist. "We’re leaving. Now." His voice is calm, but his grip is firm.

If your abuser tries to stop him, he gives them a very clear warning. The glint of his knife, the way he tilts his head, the eerie way his grin slowly returns. It’s all a promise. A deadly one.

He takes you somewhere isolated, a place no one can find. An abandoned warehouse, a run-down cabin, maybe even the edges of the Underground where no one dares to go.

Dust doesn’t know how to comfort people. He’s used to violence, to survival. But for you? He tries. He watches, making sure you’re eating, making sure you’re sleeping.

He doesn’t believe in words. He believes in actions, fixing things for you, making sure your space is warm enough, bringing you food even if he just tosses it onto your lap with a muttered, “Eat.”

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The night was heavy with anger and exhaustion. You stood in the middle of the dimly lit living room, your parents' voices ringing in your ears like thunder. "Selfish!" "Ungrateful!" "Stingy little brat!" Their accusations hit like sharp knives, cutting deeper than any physical wound. All because you had worked hard, earned your own money—yet instead of handing it over to them, you had dared to spend it on yourself. A simple meal.

A dull, chilling voice cut through the noise. "Tch. What’s going on this time?" Dust had been upstairs, listening. He never liked your parents, never trusted them, but now, hearing the raw hatred in their voices, he felt something snap. He teleported downstairs in an instant, appearing beside you with his usual blank stare, his hands twitching, magic sparking faintly. Your parents barely acknowledged his presence, still too focused on tearing you down. "Ungrateful. Useless. Stingy." Your father spat the words, sneering.

Dust just stared, unmoving, unblinking. Then, finally, he stepped forward, placing himself between you and them. "We’re leaving." His voice was quiet, eerily calm. That was the only warning he gave. But instead of fear, your father laughed. A cruel, mocking laugh that sent something dangerous crawling up Dust’s spine. "You think you can take care of (Y/N)?! You?!" He scoffed, waving him off. "Fine! Leave! You’re both worthless anyway!"

Dust’s grin stretched too wide, dark and twisted. "Gladly." And then everything levitated. Chairs, dishes, picture frames, all of it ripped from the ground in a silent storm of fury. Your parents barely had time to scream before the objects crashed into the walls, shattering into pieces. Dust didn’t touch them, but his message was clear. He grabbed your wrist, teleporting away before they could react, leaving behind the house.

You landed in darkness, surrounded by towering trees and the whisper of the wind. An old, abandoned cabin stood in the distance, broken but still standing much like him. "This place ain't much, but… it’s better than that hellhole," he muttered, leading you inside. It was small, dusty, but safe. He flicked his wrist, summoning a dim glow of magic to light the space.

Then, without a word, he rummaged through his pockets before tossing something in your direction. "Eat." A small, slightly stale piece of bread landed in your lap. You looked up at him, surprised. Dust rarely showed care through words, but his actions spoke louder. He slumped down beside you, his grin gone, replaced by something quieter. "You’re safe now." His voice was low, steady, final. "And I’ll keep it that way. I won’t let those bastards touch you again."

The weight of the night settled in. Everything had changed in an instant. The fear, the anger, the uncertainty. It was all still there, but so was he. For the first time in years, you weren’t alone. And somehow, despite the eerie silence of the cabin, despite the worn-out wood and the chilling wind outside, you felt warmer than you ever had before.

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Ganz

Ganz had always noticed the signs. The way you flinched at sudden sounds, how you hesitated before speaking, and the way your eyes held exhaustion far beyond your years.

You had tried to hide it under long sleeves, but when he caught a glimpse of the marks on your wrist, something inside him snapped. He wasn’t the type to get openly angry, but his grip on his scarf tightened.

The moment they tried to strike you, he stepped in. He didn’t have to lift a finger, he air around him became suffocating, filled with magic so thick that even your abuser took a step back. He didn’t need violence. His presence alone was enough to make them freeze in place.

Ganz never rushed you to talk. If you wanted to tell him what happened, he’d listen. If you didn’t, that was fine too. He wasn’t going to pry into your pain—he just wanted you to heal at your own pace.

If nightmares came, he was there. He never judged you for waking up in a panic, nor did he question it when you curled into yourself, trembling. He simply sat nearby, a quiet, steady presence to remind you that you weren’t alone

If you ever doubted your worth, he shut it down immediately. "You deserved better than that place." His voice was firm, almost stubborn.

Ganz had a way of making you feel safe without words. Sometimes, all it took was a hand on your shoulder, a quiet hum as he fiddled with his scarf, letting you know he wasn’t leaving.

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The soft glow of the moon barely reached your room, its silver light casting faint patterns against the walls. You lay curled up on the bed, muffling your sobs into the pillow, trying not to let the weight of your parents' words crush you completely. They didn’t even look at me. They didn’t even care. The echo of their dismissive laughter when you mentioned your competition still rang in your ears. "Why bother going? You’ll lose anyway." Instead, they had left, their attention solely on your sister’s ballet rehearsal, as if you didn’t exist at all.

A familiar distortion in the air made you lift your head slightly. A soft hum of teleportation magic crackled for a moment before a figure appeared at the foot of your bed. Ganz. His usual sharp gaze softened the moment he saw your tear-streaked face, his scarf shifting slightly as he let out a slow breath. Without a word, he sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight. He didn’t ask what happened, he didn’t need to. He just looked at you with those piercing eyes that held a silent question: Do you want to leave?

You hesitated, but only for a moment. The answer had always been inside you, buried under years of neglect, waiting for someone—anyone to remind you that you had a choice. Your lips trembled as you whispered, "Take me with you." Ganz nodded, the faintest ghost of a smile touching his expression before vanishing just as quickly. He didn’t say Are you sure? He didn’t ask What about your family? Because he knew. He knew they weren’t your family. Not really.

Packing didn’t take long. You barely owned anything that felt worth taking. A few clothes, a notebook, a small trinket from someone who once cared. Ganz stood by the window, arms crossed, watching with a quiet patience that spoke louder than words. When you were finally ready, he reached out. His fingers were cool against yours as the familiar pull of teleportation magic wrapped around you, and in an instant, the room, the house, the pain was gone.

The sanctuary was quiet, hidden deep underground where no one could find it. A small fire flickered in the corner, casting soft orange glows against the stone walls. The scent of cinnamon filled the air, and for the first time in what felt like forever, your lungs didn’t feel heavy. But as you settled in, Ganz's sharp eyes caught what you had tried to hide the bruises on your arms, the faint outlines of past injuries you never spoke about. He stared for a moment, his fingers tightening around the edge of his scarf, but he didn’t press.

Instead, he stood, walked over to a small table, and returned with something warm wrapped in cloth. "You’re safe now. That’s what matters," he murmured, handing you a cinnamon bun. The warmth seeped into your fingers, grounding you, anchoring you to the present. He sat beside you once more, the silence between you no longer heavy, but comforting.

He finally spoke again, voice low but steady. "You deserved better than that place." There was no hesitation in his words, no doubt, just truth. A truth you had been too afraid to believe until now. As you took a small bite, the sweetness melting on your tongue, something inside you cracked. Not from the pain, but relief. For the first time in years, you weren’t alone.

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[rinni-thecaithsith]

AHHHHH NO STOP WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!!!

I got possessed by undertake AUs again call the police.

[battlemaiden13]

Ok so, wait, here me out! I am taking a break this month to write my own book (or try terribly) but I had this dumb idea in my head and couldn't work till it was out there.

I present Patella Cleansor! a fic specifically created to show off all the ideas I don't have time to write for yet. It's going to be a collections of first chapters of fics I want to write in the future… when I'm done with my other fics. Check chapter summary's for more info on the story in that chapter. Stories will only get one or two chapters here before eventually migrating to their one story. It's a way to show concepts of an idea.

Since it will take me a while to get to write any of these out properly please feel free to take their first chapters and continue the story yourself! I would love to read them :)

The first story is that Wine x Reader reincarnated one but I'm also planning the first chapters of:

House of yandere

Actor Au (Underswap Papyrus x Reader)

Isekai slavetale

The Antiharem

The Mafia harem

I might also put scenes I can't fit in HND here but for now I hope you enjoy. Once I finish one of my already in process fics (Say Rules since I only have like 8 chapters left!) then I'll pick one of the ideas from Patella Clensors and write the story properly.

Anyway. Please enjoy, leave a comment, let me know what you think.

[undertale-gacha-fan]

It's bad sanses headcanon time

[Some ships you might not like]

1. killer wouldn't actually know what love feels like, despite the fact he's the most romantic member of the bad sanses. So when he is in love, he just finds it nice

2. Because insanity doesn't need sleep, he's always up at night and when someone gets up at night he usually manages to scare them(unless it's nightmare)

3. Dust would be the type that would always want cuddles with the person he loves, so when Dusttrust finds out about this, they almost always cuddle at night

4. It would take dust the longest to fall asleep, mostly because of nightmare's and other things, so he usually talks to himself or the person he loves.

5. Horror would probably be the last to eat and sometimes it worries the other's, to the point where they make him eat

6. Cherry(the nickname I gave to fellswap red sans) would most definitely be in charge when nightmare isn't there

7. Error would have made so many dolls that he just gives some to the bad sanses.

8. When Nightmare fell in love with cherry, he would try to act better to the rest of the bad sanses. Mostly because cherry wanted him to

9. Any fruits and vegetables that the bad sanses get would probably be from Farmtale. Horror usually the one to get them and horror would usually take a break from being around the bad Sanses. (mostly from the chaos of killer and dust) and he would start to fall in love with farm Sans(with farm Sans thinking horror is the nicest members of the bad sanses)

10. Killer would sometimes go to outertale just to see Outer. At first nightmare wouldn't get why killer would do this but after a while he would understand why.

11. Cross would be the one to usually comfort dust or killer.

12. If killer were to bring outer to the bad sanses base, he would act differently than when outer isn't

13. Nightmare would hate how killer fell in love with outer but nightmare wouldn't be able to hurt outer as error told nightmare to not hurt anyone from outertale as long as error works with nightmare

14. Cross would be up the earliest, mostly from muscle memory.

15. Cherry would try to make sure nightmare gets sleep. But most of the time cherry ends up asleep with his head on nightmare's shoulder

[shan-eee]

the sets and backgrounds? not for me lol, no really I tried but I gave up at the end xD

[minina-7431]

AsylumTale masterpost

Artist: Miyako47.

I recently noticed that Miyako47 (creator of an AsylumTale comic) deleted her account. Then it occurred to me to make a compilation of the chapters that she made so that they don't get lost, if you want you can also read it. ^^/

Chapter 1:

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[ Page 7 - 8 (Sketch) ]

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Chapter 2:

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Chapter 3:

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Extras:

[ Designs ]

[ Sans sketch ]

[ Sans AU's gif ]

[ Sans drawing ]

[ AsylumSwap Sans ]

[ Sans and Papyrus gif ]

[ Gaster vs. Sans sketch ]

[ Gaster vs. Sans colored ]

[toky502]

A general checkup with no return!! 🩻⚠️ see you, greetings! TOKY! ♥️✨

Hawk Sommerfield (Undertale OC) created by.. @wr-n

[inkyu]

Hiya!! I'm almost done with the ATDV |S| Page, I just need to draw a few more panels and fix some dialogue because capcut keeps on crashing all because of the dialogue (ughhh)

ik not everyone will see this because it's on my main and not on my ask blog but I appreciate the patience <3 (I appreciate it even more because I had injured my rotar cuff and needed it to heal...) anyways here's a doodle of Lust and Vampire Cookie for a friends strawpage!

[muffins2004]

Fissure!Sans Meets Everything Sans And King Godverse Sans

If I did a crossover to fissure with Godverse sans, why not with other godverse sans?

Well here with everything sans and king godverse sans if you were wondering who is the sans that appears at the end that hit fissure (No it is not king multiverse sans they are similar but they are not the same --__--)

Also, it is the winning drawing I made in the previous survey ;)

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Si le hice un crossover a fissure con Godverse sans porque no con otros sanses de godverse

Bueno aquí con everything sans y king godverse sans si se preguntaban quien es el sans's que aparece al final que golpeó a fissure (No no es king multiverse sans son parecidos pero no son el mismo --__--)

también, es el dibujo ganador que hice en la anterior encuesta ;)

Fissure sans By: @sombraoscura15

Everything Sans And King Godverse sans By:@tgv-offical (Maybe)

[singclow]

Hola¿

No se, lo hice mayormente con la intención de ser solo la imagen de centro pero luego hice otro boceto y luego otro... y ya saben :D

Tal vez lo finalice¿ como dibujo de san Valentin.

Aunque me gustaría dibujas otras cosas pero ello supongo, eso sí tengo tiempo. ;;

[axinfinity]

Another random Headcanon;

This takes place after The Star Sans and Nightmare and The Bad Sans made a truce. T'T

Blue/Swap is currently teaching The Murder Time Trio how to cook. Blue/Swap was explaining things to the trio, like how to work the stove and skillet, what they'd be making, ingredients. Stuff like that. Horror takes a human hand out of nowhere and eats it like a snack. Blue/Swap stands there with a green tint across his face clearly a little discussed.

Blue/Swap: Please please please, Horror, don't do that in the kitchen…

Horror: Why?

Blue/Swap: It's not sanitary-

Horror: Huh? Where do you think I got the meat for the taco's last night?

Blue/Swap looks even more discussed like he's about to throw up but generally can't because he doesn't have the guts to. Meanwhile Killer’s just laughing his ass off next to Dust while Dust looks tired of life.

[a-menacetosociety]

I have a bit of question. I'm not a total expert or anything, so please correct me if I get anything wrong.

So, Nightmare is obviously the leader of The Bad Sans and all. Supposably, they destroy AU's and whatnot.

My concern is mainly wrapped around the fact that new AU's are constantly being created. If their goal is to eliminate every single one, it'd be nearly if not completely imposable. Not just because more and more are being created, but also because of AU's that generally can't die. (Or at least can't die to physical attacks) like Ink for instance. He technically can't die until all AU's are gone, right? And all AU's won't ever die out completely leaving him basically immortal, right?

[marshmallowchaos]

Stop pointing out historical inaccuracies and just read the book

Nightmare;*reading a book about him and Dream: Look at this it chock full of inaccuracies, especially lies about Dream Lust:*puts his hand on his shoulder*:Love, quit pointing out the inaccuracies, and just read the book Nightmare: But I want to point out all the mistakes, you actually care about my random rants Lust: I'm you're husband that's part of my job. Nightmare: Love you. Lust: Love you too darling.

Lust belongs to; NSFWshamecave

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog

[undertale-gacha-fan]

Here are some of my options on some ships

There are too many to list here but yeah

The pictures after the first one are just cleaner versions of the first one picture