#ut au fanfic

[ohhamlet-art]

Evening in Zaatari

(inspired by the wonderful Piersanti's Volo ut Sis fic series)

[stellawolfearts]

Arc did not unleash the black chains that Blue warned about. Not yet. Dream’s gaze darted around as he tried to see if the shadows were simply shadows. He could not tell if black magic had been blending into them. He could not sense Arc’s emotions at all either. Was it due to the mask Nightmare gave him or something else? Dream waited with bated breath for a verbal or physical attack. “Are you hurt?” The calmly spoken question was so unexpected that Dream was shocked out of his building panic, certain he must have misheard. "I beg your pardon?"

Chapter 13 of For the forgotten ones.

I've been utterly obsessed with this fanfic ever since I found it the other day, and I will remain obsessed even after I finish reading it. It's without a doubt going in my top favorite fanfics.

Kofi || Commissions

[mellybabbles]

"Killer snapped back to reality as he heard footsteps traveling his way, his death grip on the broom in his hand loosening. What was he thinking about again?"

Art for the latest chapter of Misplaced Royalty!!

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Recipes and Cuddles

A Cozy and Comforting Color X Killer Fanfic

[Comfort, cuddles, affection, killer having some personality traits similar to a cat because it fits him, Warmth, Relaxing, Ship {can be seen as platonic or romantic, readers choice}]

Hayati: Arabic for ‘My Life’

Albi: Arabic for ‘My heart’

Fic under ‘Keep Reading’!

Color was standing in the kitchen, putting on their apron and looking down at their chest where the slash was, waiting for instructions. Color had been wanting to bake something as they want to make sure everyone had something to snack on once they came over to their house. Kindness decided to help them. The souls form out as voices usually when Color speaks to them, they don’t show their spirit forms often at night. Soon enough, the green part of the rainbow slash across Color’s chest brightened, and a soft whisper came from it.

“Okay, are you ready?”

“Yes, yes. I am. What do I need to do first?”

“Okay, well, you need the ingredients. You said you wanted to make strawberry shortcake?”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that the others seem to enjoy strawberry flavored things.”

Kindness hummed in thought, and soon spoke up once again.

“Alright! I think I remember the recipe book we chose out is so we can figure out the ingredients. It’s in the bookshelf in the living room.”

Color nodded and walked towards the living room, small creaks from the old wooden floorboards heard as they walked down the hallway. Pictures ranging from landscapes, art Color was given, and some photos with friends hung on the walls. Eventually, Color arrived into the slightly messy living room. The soft and warm lights shined down a brilliant warm hue across the area.

On the couch lay Killer, draped with a weighted blanket, asleep. His hands were slightly kneading the couch arm while he slept. Color chuckled softly.

“See? He does act like a cat.”

Color whispered. The green part of the slash brightened again, and Kindness’s voice, in a whisper, was heard again.

“I guess you’re right..but we have to get the recipe and not wake him!”

“Yeah, it’s going to be hard though..Killer has a pretty unusual sleeping pattern; sleeping through a loud storm one day and waking up to the sound of the tv on the lowest volume when he is in his room the next.”

“Make sure to be silent when moving just in case he’s lightly sleeping, we don’t want to disturb his sleep.”

Color nodded, and tip-toed across the carpet towards the bookshelf. Eventually, they reached the bookshelf, slowly looking up at all the books. Their hands danced across the spines of each book, searching for the recipe book, which had a unique shade of dusty blue.

Color’s fingers traced across each spine, going through many books they collected, the newest and the oldest mixed up with one another. The green on the slash across Color’s chest went back to its normal shade. But while Color was searching, they felt their flame moving around on the top of their head, like it was being gently swatted at. Color turned around, surprised to see Killer.

Killer was playfully swatting at their flames with a sleepy yet mischevious smile, finding the way the flames swayed at his hand movement amusing. Killer looked up at Color with a soft smile.

“Morning.”

“It’s night, Hayati.”

“I know, but it feels like the morning, y’know? Fluttering your eyes and still being sleepy is a feeling like no other.”

Color smiled at Killer, before playfully flicking his forehead. Killer wrapped his arms around Color, resting his head on their shoulder.

“What are ya doing anywyas, Albi? Looking for something to read before bed?”

“Well, I need the recipe book. I’m making strawberry shortcake.”

Killer looked at Color in confusion, tilting his head.

“Albi, it’s night. You didn’t take any naps throughout the day, so why are you staying up at night, especially to bake?”

Color looked at Killer before tilting their head back.

“Oh, well, I need to bake treats so everyone can have a snack when they come over to hang out with us. It would be rude to not have any.”

“Yeah, but, it’s night, Albi. And plus, they are coming in the afternoon, you have plenty of time to bake in the morning.”

Killer responded with worry. Color looked at Killer worryingly.

“I know, but I need to prepare early, I got so many things to do and it’s better to be prepared-“

Killer gently rubbed Color’s skull, massaging it gently to calm Color down.

“Albi, please don’t stress yourself. Look- I’ll get the extra blankets and stuff out, I’ll do whatever else you need help with, okay? Please get some rest. I don’t want to see you so tired.”

Color was about to protest, but slowly realized Killer was right. Color sighed, turning their body around to look at Killer, their hands on his shoulder while their face was gently illuminated in a red light from Killer’s soul.

“Alright, I’ll get some rest, Hayati.”

Color remained silent for a moment.

“Do you want to cuddle tonight?”

Color asked quietly. Killer smiled at that.

“Always.”

Killer gently caressed Color’s skull, but before they headed to lay down, Color spoke out to kindness again, looking at their slash across their chest.

“Kindness, we are going to have to bake tomorrow.”

The green section of Color’s slash lit up, and Kindness’s voice emerged from it.

“That’s okay, I know you are quite tired and need rest.”

The lit up green slowly faded back into its original shade as the voice of Kindness went quiet. Color slowly followed Killer to the touch. Killer laid down on the fabric couch, patting the open area next to him with a gentle expression.

Color soon crawled next to Killer, looking up at him while they snuggled into the couch. Color’s hand grabbed the weighted blanket, draping it over the two. Killer looked at Color with a soft look, before whispering.

“May I knead your stomach?”

Color chuckled at the question, remembering when they saw Killer kneading the couch arm earlier.

“Sure, Hayati.”

Color answered. Killer slowly moved his hand towards Color’s stomach, and began to slowly knead with a soft smile. Killer snuggled his head onto Color’s chest, continuing to knead. Color reached over and successfully reached the string for the light, turning it off and leaving the two in a comforting darkness.

“Goodnight, Albi.”

“Night, Hayati.”

The two whispered to each other, the only sound heard around each other was Killer’s quiet hums, which almost sounded like a cat purring, as the two slowly drifted to sleep.

This took me a bit of time to write and I’m quite sleepy right now. I’m not the best writer, but I hoped you enjoyed! (˶◜ᵕ◝˶)

I’m going to take a nap now

(_　_)。゜zｚＺ

[Btw, dividers aren’t mine! Either created by sister Lucifer or other creators]

[evange1ineee]

Sans with his normal eyes

Sans with his glowing eye

Sans as Jack Skellington and Frisk as Sally Skellington

[luna-purple454]

I did a thing. Papyrus and Dad Gaster angst.

"Am I broken?"

Gaster didn't register the question at first. He looks at his son from where he was chopping veggies and goes, "Hm?".

"Am I broken?" He says again, louder, and more timid now. "When the doctors said that I was different. Does that make me broken?"

They stared at each other, the father tried hard, so so hard not to show how heartbroken he felt. His son, his youngest son who's trying so hard to be everything he isn't is now asking a question he didn't know how to answer.

What sort of father does that make him?

"Did I make you sad, daddy?" Papyrus asks. "Is it because I'm broken?"

"You're not broken." Was Gaster's immediate response, "You're just different."

"Should that be different from being broken?"

"I think it is."

"But is it?"

Gaster didn't know how to answer. Papyrus was only 6, dammit! He didn't need these kinds of thoughts! Why did his kid have to suffer? Why not some other kid?

He gulps down his sorrow.

"It is. Broken means something breaks or happens and it changes you. Different means that you're not like something else."

"So I'm a freak?"

"Everyone's different, Papyrus."

"But I'm different in a bad way, daddy."

Gaster had already stopped cutting the veggies at this point, just looking at his son.

"Other kids don't like it when I'm loud, or when I talk to them, or if I try and sit beside them, they don't like me daddy. I don't get it. Am I broken?"

"No--"

"Then what's wrong with me daddy!" Papyrus shouts, and he pulls back into himself but still gives Gaster the staring of his life. Watching, waiting for an answer that will never come.

That will always remain the same.

"...You're just different." Gaster repeats and he can't look into Papyrus's eyes, he can't see the betrayal in them or it might break him. "They just don't get that."

Papyrus is silent. Then, he gets up, still looking at his father.

Gaster doesn't.

"I don't get it too." His son decides. Flat and annoyed and hurt. "I wish I wasn't broken."

Gaster doesn't try to correct him when he walks away.

[mi-ni-me]

Here are my first batch of sketches! I apologize if the text is very light or sloppy looking, when I’m drawing I’m not thinking of anyone reading but me lol! Below are text and translations as well as context.

1 + 2.) Simply wanted to draw bara Paps in my style but with daisy dukes, no I’m not going to apologize. (1.) Bara Papyrus aka BEEFCAKE)(2. Hood instead of scarf)(3. Daisy dukes)

3.) Small doodle* Money being a little shit n getting caught stealing Mutts (sf!red paps) cash, I hc Money being very skilled at pickpocketing and being able to get into almost anyone’s pockets without noticing, until recent moments..

4.) Small doodle*anotha one. No im just playin lol but just two swapfell Sans’ minding their business not much to say on this page considering it’s so empty! I do wanna say I used a ref for Maroons jacket cause I couldn’t for the life of me remember how exactly leather looked on paper, references are truly a blessing.

5+6.) Finally! A warm up doodle of Sans that turned into a skelesona spread🌚. In truth I always told myself I would never make one of these because of cringe, but let’s be honest this is a self insert tumblr how much lower can I get😂. All jokes aside I made this in inspiration to @absurdmageart ‘s fic Making a Monster bc that fic is SO GOOD!!!! Probably some of my favorite interpretations of some of the skeletons! Especially the swapfells, I feel like they never get enough love 💔. Anyways,, I decided to keep her with a human soul even though she’s technically a skelesona, I kinda wanted to pay homage to the fic (even though I can’t really remember if Lisa had a human soul or not it’s besides the point). She was obviously very shook when the transformation first took hold, but after a few days you can see she’s adjusting fine(especially when she finds out limbs are detachable and pain free~)(1.First day, Skelesona lmao, “oh god”, “Y’all look what I can do lol”, “Y-you guys?!”) (a lot of the stuff on this spread is just rambles and such so most can go ignored)

[paintedmadness]

Ahhhh! So excited for this!

This is my sister's story, Threadtale! It started as a dumb sketch six or so years ago that I made. She took it and RAN!

I'm so proud of her! Please go check it out!

It's a second person horror story about Frisk, and it's inspired by so many storybooks!

I did all the art and concepts for her, couldn't be more happy with how they turned out!

Congrats @writtennovelty

[femme-enby]

Tryin to find a specific undertale fic-

SO!!!

From what I remember- it was a oneshot self-insert where Sans became… aware? I can’t remember if the “insert” made him aware or if he had already had a bit of an… idea?

But basically Sans realizes that when saying “y/n” he… doesn’t actually know what he’s saying. It’s YOUR NAME, but… when written he just keeps writing “y/n” or sum.

Basically I think he has like a whole breakdown? Realizing he doesn’t ACTUALLY know “y/n” “e/c” “f/c” or whatever other abbreviations there are. He knows that whatever he’s saying IS your name/eyecolor/hair color/etc… but that… he can’t write them down. He doesn’t actually know. You… don’t actually exist??

I really wanna find it again, or any fics that covered that if there were multiple, but I fr cannot find any.

Ain’t no damn way I’m the only one who read that, and I sure af could not have possibly dreamed it in such detail as I recall.

[condemnationau]

What happened to Papyrus, or we will get to it?

[afanonfan]

More old art, I remember loosely basing this off of a fanfiction called For the Forgotten Ones by Im_Sorry_Buddy

Killer Sans by rahafwabas

Cross by Jakei

Ink (mentioned) by Comyet

Link for the fanfic

[luciluck2046]

Okay have the little nugget now

:3 (TR!Frisk by @akanemnon)

[nighkinty]

Happy Valentines Day!

I didn't feel like drawing so have a small DustKiller fanfic ^^

It was Valentines Day, Killer had already gotten something for Dust, but Dust was still puzzled on what to get him. He paced back and forth in his room, thinking silently. Dust let out a groan of frustration..

Why was this so irritating? Dust didn't want to get him something basic like chocolate... he remembered that Killer really enjoys cats... maybe a few chocolate bars and a cat plush will do...? yeah.. it's the best he could think of...

Dust teleported to the store, making sure no one could see his face. Dust walked until he came across where they candy was at.

Dust spent about 10 minutes debating whether or not which candy bar was good. He ended up picking a rather fancy chocolate bar brand, which costed a lot more than he thought it would cost. He walked down the toy section looking for a small cat plush.

he found a few different types of cat plushes, there was a tabby cat, a siamese cat, a black cat, and a spotted cat. he groans in frustration... he and Killer had been together for almost 8 months now and he still didn't know which cat he liked? fuck it.. he was getting all of them..

Dust walked up to the cashier, placing the items down. Dust was shocked by how much it all costed, he let out an annoyed sigh. he spent over 30$ on all this... he just hoped it would be worth it.

Dust got back to the castle, he teleported up to Killer's room, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in." Killer's voice sounded from behind the door.

Dust pushed the door open, holding the plastic bag. Killer looked up at him, from where he was laying on the floor scrolling through his phone, slightly raising a bone brow and narrowing his eyes a bit.

"What's that?" He asked.

"Here.." Dust mumbled, sitting down and holding the bag out to him.

Killer grabbed the bag from him and looked inside, a wide smile appeared on his face as he saw what was inside. Dust was looking away his face a slight purple. god how much he hated when his face heated up like that.

"Awh! You got me a little valentines gift Dusty, Thats so sweet~" Killer teased.

Dust grumbled to himself. "Yeah whatever..." He mumbled.

Killer chuckled softly. Killer sat up scooting closer to him. Killer leaned forward, softly grabbing his face with his hands, he leaned forward and pressed his teeth against Dust's in some form of kiss.

Dust's face turned a bright purple, and his face turned to one of shock for a moment before shoving Killer away and immediately looking away, trying to hide his embarrassed face in his scarf.

"Whaat? didn't you like my kiss~?" Killer teased, knowing very well how to get Dust to feel more embarrassed, he was getting a kick out of it too, Dust didn't seem as pleased though.

Dust huffed out of annoyance. "Don't do that again.." Dust mumbled.

Killer chuckled, leaning his head on Dust's shoulder. "Why don't we watch a movie and cuddle?" Killer suggested.

Dust thought about it for a moment before slowly nodding.. "Yeah, that sounds ok.."

Killer shifted closer to Dust, they both sat there on the floor while they watched a movie together, it was a rather peaceful day, ending with them falling asleep on each other.

[silverstormsxx]

an amalgamate noelle paired alongside her angel motifs/imagery would be sick as FUCK please someone make a design based off that concept

[theartsynebulawhodoodles]

Forgotten. A Color Sans and Killer Sans Angst and Comfort One Shot.

[This one mainly focuses on Color’s feelings, as I want to depict how Killer would comfort Color during his hard times. This one shot demonstrates Color’s loneliness and a hinting at his fear of being forgotten again.]

{REMINDER! This can be seen as romantic relationship or a form of a platonic relationship as it is based off how the viewer wants to see it!}

I am not the best writer, but I hope you enjoy this, as I worked hard on it and put lots of love into it!

credits: Color Sans belongs to superyoumna, Killer Sans belongs to Rahafwabas, dividers used in this fic was created by sister-Lucifer

I’m pretty sure there is nothing I need to tw on this, but this does have the theme of loneliness and friends who don’t care.

ALSO! The friendgroup in this story isn’t the chromatic crew, as I don’t see their friendship like this. So please keep in mind that the friendgroup in this story is not the chromatic crew!

FIC UNDER READ MORE!

And again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

It repeated again. In Color’s eyes, it had happened again. Nobody listened to his feelings, nobody cared about how he felt, and instead his friends all spent time together while he watched. He constantly saw them together, spending time with one another and being for them through thick and thin, yet they didn’t do the same for him despite how many times he was there for them in their weakest moments. They were never there for him.

Color sat down in his room silently, sitting on his soft bed and staring at his phone, watching as the text messages from everyone else go by rapidly like birds flying to the south for winter as the others were texting each other in the group chat, laughing. No matter how many texts Color sent, they were ignored. Color grew frustrated, slamming his phone down onto the bed and burying his face into his hands. The flames from his skull grew irritated, crackling and popping like actual fire, swirling around in an aggressive and rapid manner. Color grabbed his pillow and let out a yell into it, his eyes welling with tears slightly, leaving two wet dots on the pillow.

Color slammed the pillow down and immediately curled up, trying to regulate his anger. His anger was driving from his sadness and frustration, making him confused and unsure of what to do about his anger. He wanted someone to talk to. Yet the friends he had didn’t care about his feelings. If anything, he thought they would make fun of his anger.

He just wanted someone to listen. Someone to just caress his imperfect skull and let him yell-cry into their chests, to reassure him and let him know his feelings weren’t shameful and that the pressure he puts on himself wasn’t healthy for his mind and body. But where is that person who would hold his heart the closest? Where could he find them?

Suddenly, Color had an idea. He looked over at one of his pillows, and a jacket laid by it. He stood up shakily, his hands still twitching a bit from his anger as he approached it. He picked up the pillow and put it inside the jacket like it was a torso, zipping up the jacket. He grabbed two spare scarfs and put them in the sleeves to make them feel more weighted and like actual arms.

Color knelt down onto his bed, slowly shifting himself to be curled up into the bed. He grabbed the clothes and pillow combination and placed it under his head, resting his head on it like how one rests their head on someone’s chest. He placed the arms of the jacket onto his shoulder, and closed his eyes. Inside his mind, he envisioned a hand gently caressing his skull, whispering to him, comforting him at his weakest. Reassuring him that no one else was going to forget them, and that what happened from his AU won’t happen again.

Color knew this was just his mind searching desperately for a connection to feel loved and assured. But if felt like something, even if in the back of his mind he knew he was making it up. The feeling of being forgotten was his worst foe. It wasn’t something he could just push past. He knew he was forgotten by his own AU, by his own brother.

It wasn’t an easy battle to overcome to put it lightly. While Color laid with the replica of an embrace he created, he began to feel drowsy. His arms slowly wrapped around the replica, cuddling up to it and slowly closing his droopy eyes. After a while, he drowsed off.

After a few hours of sleep, he began to feel something weird on his skull, rubbing around the cracks. He slowly opened his droopy eyes, looking up at whoever it was. Color couldn’t process everything perfectly, so he just saw Killer and waved like normal. Killer teared up from this, hugging Color close while sitting on the edge of the bed. Killer had saw the texts from the group chat on his phone and came into Color’s room to comfort him, witnessing what Color was doing.

Killer felt sadness pilling onto him seeing Color like this. It made him realize that the others didn’t ever care about his emotions, and it lead to this. While Color tiredly looked up at Killer, Killer teared up a bit, a small sob escaping him as he asked a question.

“p-please, can i just hold you for a b-bit?”

Killer whispered through sobs. Color, in his exhausted state, thought that Killer came into his room cause of a nightmare, something Killer often did to calm down. So, Color nodded, opening up the blankets for Killer. Killer slowly crawled into the bed, resting his head next to Color’s, slowly tracing his hand into Color’s and bringing him into an embrace. Color rested his head onto Killer’s chest, tiredly wrapping his arms around him and closing his eyes, a soft yawn escaping his lips. Killer sighed and snuggled into Color.

Killer held Color closer, holding his skull in his hands, tracing shapes into the back of his skull as he watched Color drift to a sleeping state. Killer had began to notice how the others in their friend group ignored Color’s emotions and feelings, sometimes him all together. Killer was stunned by this and felt heartbreak. He just wanted the best for the person who helped him through so much.

As Color slept in Killer’s arms, Killer placed a kiss on his forehead, a soft sob escaping him while he mumbled to Color, Killer’s arms wrapping around his body and holding him closed and tighter. Killer stared at Color’s sleeping face, a whisper escaping his lips while a tear dripped down his face.

“I’m so sorry, Color..”

The next day, Killer took Color out to get nice cream and go visit the waterfall together. After getting their nice cream, Color and Killer were sitting on a rock while the waterfall quietly roared, its waters crashing down. Color sat on the cold rock with his nice cream in hand, watching the waterfall roar with a soft smile. Killer stared at him lovingly, so relieved he had given him at least a bit of joy.

“is your nice cream good? i paid good money for it, y’know. totally didn’t steal it..”

Color looked over at Killer while Killer had a teasing grin, a huff escaping Color while he flicked Killer’s nose.

“You better have not stole! I don’t want to be chased down by the nice cream guy like last time!”

Color responded grumpily, yet a soft smile appearing on his face from Killer’s teasing of that time. Killer smiled, leaning his head on Color’s shoulder while eating his nice cream, listening to the water fall. Eventually, Killer spoke up once again.

“so, uhm, about last night..”

“What about it?”

Color asked with confusion, confused by what he meant. He thought Killer just needed to sleep in his room for a bit due to a nightmare. Killer took a deep breath, slowly tracing his hand onto Color’s and massaging his palm lovingly, just like Color always did for him.

“listen, i saw the texts from the group chat, and i saw the replica you made of a embrace. please, tell me what’s going on! i’m worried about you, man.”

Killer asked with a worried tone, one that is rare to hear and is only heard by the people closest to Killer. Color was shocked by this question, not expecting Killer to ask about that stuff or even care about the replica. Color stayed silent for a moment, unsure of how to express his emotions. He didn’t do this often, and didn’t know how to put the feeling into words. Killer looked up at Color, softly whispering to him.

“hey, we can get some paper and crayons. you can draw it out, y’know? i won’t be mad if you can’t talk about it.”

Killer whispered to him. But Color shook his head.

“No, no, it’s alright. I can word it out. Just- give me a second.”

After a moment of silence between the two, only the sound of the waterfall and the birds chirping, Color took a deep breath, his tone switching from happy to more…saddened.

“I-I feel lonely, Killer. I know it sounds weird, since I have friends. But even then, I’m feeling lonely. They don’t really care about my feelings and are never there for me at my lowest. I feel so isolated seeing them always messing around without me. I don’t want to be forgotten again- It’s all my fault! M-Maybe if I was different? Maybe if I acted differently, m-maybe they would pay attention!-“

Killer placed his hand on Color’s shoulder to stop him, a worried expression on Killer’s face. Color took a deep breath, gathering himself and letting himself calm down his thoughts. Color sighed and hugged his knees, glancing back up at the waterfall. Killer rubbed Color’s shoulder gently.

“hey, it’s not your fault. you are a great friend, they are the bad ones in the situation. i’ll talk to them, okay? and if they don’t listen, you got me.”

Killer reassured Color. Color looked up at Killer, his eyes widening and a soft rainbow blush appearing on his cheeks.

“You would really do that for me?”

Color asked in an unsure tone, surprised that someone would do that for him. Killer nodded with a smile, showing his teeth.

“yeah, of course! you would do the same for me, after all. i’m always here for you, man!”

Killer jumped up onto the stone, startling Color so much he let go of his embrace on his knees. Killer smiled at him, pulling his arm to pull him up to a stand, taking the two finished nice creams cups and placing them in his pocket to throw away later.

“cmon! i heard there are rabbits here, your favorite! we can go find them and pet them! they are super friendly!”

Color smiled and chuckled, glad Killer was remembering things about him. A feeling of hope blossomed in his soul, the feeling of loneliness slowly fading away like sand as a new feeling of happiness spread throughout his skeleton.

“No way! You gotta be kidding! Cottontail rabbits here!?”

“yeah! i saw a few here before! apparently there’s a whole field of them. cmon, let’s go find them!”

Killer got up and grabbed Color’s hand, beginning to run through the woods with him. Color blushed, trying to catch up.

“W-wait for me, I got little legs!”

Color stated in a hurried manner. He felt comforted in this moment. He felt secured. He had found the person who held his heart the closest.

[aggravatingspread52]

a date where a harsh truth its revealed (TW:domestic violence references and depression themes)

based on the angst teen frisk au by seb_sketches on X/twitter

(also,just to let you all know,this is my take on frisk's lore,it's not canon to seb's au)

i think i might have made sans too serious here...don't think it's wrong tho.

also,comic sans font is missing sometimes,sorry about that!(Tho now i see it better and it fits well for the serious moments)

sans extra expressions by IndyTheOmnipresent

Frisk sprites by underlove