I Hate People Who Ship Dream And Nightmare Like They're FREAKING BROTHERS PEOPLE!!! 😒

i hope people will do bad sanses x reader oneshots for this fun event cause i enjoy reading them, but i will also do a little art for this event to. ^^

it’s that time again! starting January 1st 2025 i will be hosting the badsansuary self-ship event again ^^

notes:

it’s not exclusively self-ship! you can use an oc, /reader, etc ^^

you can do art, writing, or any other medium! whatever suits you!

use the tag #badsansuary so i can reblog your lovely creations <3

the individual weeks are a suggestion; you can use the entire list for one skeleton, include cross/error/other ‘bad’ sanses, mix and match prompts, include them all, etc

the last three days are free spaces; you can either do a skeleton of your choice or all of them

you don’t have to do every day! you can do one prompt, one per week, do them late, etc. this is just for fun and to be creative ^^

feel free to use canon, fanon, or your own interpretations of the bad sanses!

if you have any questions feel free to reply to this post or send me an ask (ദ്ദി ๑>؂•̀๑)

This is for all the fellow self-shippers who can’t draw well: Just because you aren’t creating Mona Lisas every day of you and your F/O doesn’t make you any less valid. Also, please don’t assume that someone who can draw well has a stronger connection with their F/O—because often, that’s not the case. You’re valid whether or not you can pick up a pencil and create a romantic masterpiece. Your F/O loves you, regardless of your artistic talent. 🫂

PLEASE VOT FOR GENO!!!

VOTE FOR GENO!!!

I love Fresh Sans so much lolz! 🤣

awful news gamers /lh

Valentine Brownies

Happy Valentines day everyone!! I hope yours was good and know that single or not you are loved, valued and important so always take care of yourself, love yourself and treat yourself. I made Valentine Brownies for my family as a gift/treat gives you a big peice on a plate enjoy my guys, gals and non-bianary pals 😉 💜💙💚

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

happy Thanksgiving everyone i hope you have an amazing and special one with your friends and family 💜💙💚

WIP Title Game

Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

Thank you @naturaldreamer and @imtrashraccoon for posting and sharing this fun game! Your lists were very interesting! My wip folders are spread all over the place, so I will share my most recent "Undertale" wip folder. haha! I'll answer any questions on any of them~

Shattered - leviathan

Baby mer

Orphan and the sharks

Betrayals Regret

SOH 9

Zombie ch. 2

SOH Spicy

Swapfell Suggestive

UF Pap accidental bond

Saving Passive

Ophidian

Lost Souls and Mobster Goals

Alien AU

Death god stories

dancing with shadows

If anyone else likes/wants to play, tag me so I can see your lists too!

And here we are finally with the last fallen human aka Frisk/ my Frisk. Here is my concept of frisk who has short and scruffy hair cause I'm not in to the bob hairstyle and i do not think that's what their hairstyle is, same with Chara. My Frisk is obviously a pacifist and will always be one cause it's the only good route and also because they love the Underground monster's as their friends and family. I hope you all loved the fallen human designs i made and i do plan on doing something special with them in the future, that's a surprise.

This is my concept of Frisk  

Frisk belongs to Toby Fox the creator of Undertale

Only If it's ok with you I had this idea of a shy kind child reader x horror bitty sans oneshot where the child reader is shy but kind (basically has the soul of kindness) and adopts a horror bitty sans and make sures he is comfortable and happy while being gentle (basically cute fluff)

( Ohhhhhh I’m more than ok with it! Hit me with these PROMPTS! )

Your parents initially bought him as a gift for your birthday. Turning ten, they had decided that it was the perfect time to give you some responsibility. But when you opened the box, a large skeleton looked back at you. A large red eye. A round belly. And a crack on his cranium. Your parents were horrified. Calling the number of the person they bought him from online. Throwing their hands up and going back and forth. But you, you couldn’t help but smile shyly at the tired looking skeleton. Offering your hand hesitantly into the box. Murmuring your name.

He watched your hand. And after his eye contracted a few times, looking at your hand into then deep into your eyes. He gave you a crooked grin and took your fingers. Giving them a little wiggling shake. Grinning, you carefully helped him out of the box. Ignoring the ramblings of your parents. “Do you have a name? Or something you want to be called?” He shook his head in the negative “Bitties ain’t got names..we ain’t supposed ta….get attached…..Yer supposed ta name me.” Your brows furrowed and you looked at him. Chewing on your lip a little “oh. Well. Do you have something you want to be called?” He seemed to mull over it. His eyelight dilating again.

He took a long moment to process. At least. You think so. He was very quiet even not counting how large he was. But a few minutes later he answered. In a soft voice. “Lucky. I…wanna be called lucky…cause it’s pure…luck meetin’ ya kid” you giggled, your comfort levels rising. Finding his pun cute. Just in time for your parents to come back. Seeing your fingers held in his.

Your mom was distraught. Flinging out sorries and something about a defective model that made you frown. But your dad, he could see it. The bond already forming. So he shushed her and looked at you. Asking what you’d like to do. Lucky refused to look away from you. Not considering any other option than to be with you. Not that he had a thing to worry about. Because, with a grin, you thanked them for the gift and set about taking him and his new things to your room.

Lucky turned out to be the best friend you could have asked for. His weight on your shoulder comforting. Always bring you back to center. He would check with you. Make sure you’re ok. At dinner? Check. At lunch? Check. Before school? Check. After school? Check. He was always right there. And you could never sugar coat anything. He knew too quickly. It didn’t matter how you smiled. Or how you masked it. He knew. And was prompting you gently for the full story. He was so protective and supportive. Honestly it felt like the two of you against the world. No matter how shy and anxious you’d get, he was there. Boosting you up with a pun. Grinning as he steals some of the meat from your plate. Distracting you from your woes.

Your best friend for life.

(I hope this is what you were hoping for!! lol I tried ✨✨✨✨✨)

ink definitely does that deadpool thing