Day 339

nostalgic train choo choo

no bromo dude

They're dating.

I wanted to draw this for sooooo long.

Yes Lust Snas and Fell Snas are friends, c'mon they just have a lot in common, family issues, self-love issues, trust issues and all of that, the only differences are how they deal to their problems. And that makes a lot of funny interactions... like this one.

And no, Fell Grillby and Sans aren't a couple, that's the joke.

Happy new year by the way, specially for you who always read my stuff, i mean, if you even exist lol

Underfell (c) @/underfell

Underlust (c) @/nsfwshamecave-pb

papysans

his favorite ..

Sansby is the best undertale ship

eat up sansby fans

Grillbz x sans. And I thought my UT phase was over. Lol.

BBB Chapter 12:

"The Party"

The morning after, Grillby and I added our finishing touches to the decorated apartment. We laid out plates and napkins to welcome eating the presented fruit bowl along with chips and dip. The doorbell rang and we exchanged a nervous glance, I giggled— excited and fearful about who'd be behind the door. Our first guests were Cole and Sydney. "Hey guys!" Cole dove in for a hug, wrapping his arms around Grillby's neck. "Hi," I say sheepishly as Syd steps forward and pats my back. "This place looks AWESOME," Cole exclaimed, taking in the place, "Didn't expect this haste from you, Cuz. You've been busy." "Well, couldn't have done it alone." Grillby turns to me as do Cole and Syd; the attention causes me to become flustered. "Uh..." I want to say something to diffuse my awkwardness, "I—" The doorbell rang again, then the party began.

There weren't many people, but it was enough to distract me from noticing when he slipped in. And after I knew he was there I still didn't hear the questions he was asking about me and Grillbs, nor did I see the glances he was shooting at me until Cole confronted me with all the questions. I was quite shocked by the off-topic fixation.           "So? Are you guys like... together now?" Cole pushed. "It's not just me that's wondering. You two are quite the conversation piece tonight. Even your brother is curious." I whipped my head around in response to that statement to find Papyrus deflecting his gaze from me to Undyne, acting as if they were in conversation. A girl I'd never seen before—I think I had overheard Syd call her Patty— jumped into the conversation. "Yeah! What's up with you two? Are you trying a second take at this?"           "Well—" Grillby doesn't deny.           "That's so exciting!!!" Patty gives no chance for either of us to answer. "You two were so cute back in the day." She leans forward towards me and Grillbs and his warm hand catches my back when I take a step away from her. I don't want him touching me in front of all these people. In front of him. He's definitely looking at me, Patty's making such a scene. Her breath reaches me and it smells like she's helped herself to Grillby's liquor cabinet we haven't had the time to present yet. Maybe that's what this party needs—what I need; a way to diffuse all of this tension: alcohol. I reject Grillby's hand making his way south in an attempt to comfortably rest on my hip and I push through the wall of people. Heads turn and follow my trail. I then whip open the cabinet loaded with bottles of assorted liquor. That's when the real drama began.

It was an hour later and my third shot convinced me I was being a good host though Grillby was the one who was really carrying the party. He was familiar with being surrounded by needy, drunk people he had to tend to, sadly he wasn't being paid for this shift. I'm not sure if it was me or a fellow drunken guest, but somewhere the idea of playing "Spin the Bottle" was brought up. Against our better judgment, we found ourselves forming a circle on the floor with an emptied wine glass in the center. The liquor numbed my nerves enough to the point where I wasn't looking at the people around me, I wasn't sure where I was, I was just memorized by the bottle spinning, its whirring sound slowing, people cheering in reply to it stopping and chanting "kiss, kiss, kiss," I hardly noticed—never mind cared—Grillby was caressing my back while the bottle was being passed around the circle. Finally its majesty was handed down to me. I centered the glass sculpture in the center of the circle and with anticipation, watched its hollow tip go round and round, sizing its next victim.  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Once it halted it took me a moment to register that it was my turn to participate, I forgot how to move my limbs, and I was almost dizzy from watching the bottle swirl around for what seemed like hours. I manage to look up at my selected match; the rim of the bottle pointing directly in front of me. I look up to face him.  Instead of the onlookers cheering and chanting, there's a pause where no one knows what should happen next. As if the simple rules of the game were suddenly lost.           "Dude, Sans," I hear Syd's voice. "You don't need to do it. I feel like you can re-spin..." The rules of the game are quite simple, they don't ask for much. So why would I defy them? Just because I am expected to be with Grillby, I should only kiss him? Or is it because the bottle chose the one person no one would expect me to want to kiss, but the one person I most desperately want to kiss: Papyrus? We stare into each other's gaze, waiting, but as I begin to crawl towards him, his eyes frantically search around the circle, reading the crowd's confused faces. My advances towards his side of the circle do not linger or pause. I steadily arrive before him, but he does nothing to prevent the path I'm on. I want to kiss him. I don't notice our spectators. I need this excuse to kiss him because there very well may never be another chance I get so close to him. This is my desperate attempt to fulfill this impossible lust for my brother. Maybe after this, it will all cease. Nothing would be between me and Grillby if I could just put all of this chaos behind me.  Once Papyrus' eyes trace back to mine I lean into him, keeping eye contact throughout the entire exchange. My tongue feels inside his mouth as if searching for a response; reciprocation. I search inside his eyes for it as well. Unblinking, confused. The silence in the room surrounds us as I come to question how long our faces have been interlocked; how long the party has been holding its breath. I release our locked lips, unable to hide my wide grin.           "Thank you for coming," I say practically in his speechless mouth.  No one in the apartment knows what to say next, so I spring up—with minimal stumbling—and shake off the awkward interaction with a loud, "A good host ALWAYS keeps company entertained." They laugh and I pave my way out of the circle and into the bathroom to relive the fantasy I've just made a reality. 

I stumble into the wooden door, turning the knob, and falling into the sink. I look in the mirror to see my flushed face and wide eyes glaring back. Somehow I can't find it in me to regret that decision no matter how embarrassing the situation was. I quickly realize my body doesn't regret it either, I can feel my dick throb behind my blue jeans and boxers. One kiss was all it took. I lock the door and take a seat on the toilet, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to my ankles. I take my erection in my hands, gathering the pre-cum and sliding my hand up and down the length. I tried to keep my sounds down, although I doubt anything could be heard as the party had seemed to spring back to life with my disappearance. I wonder where Pap was? Was he suffering from the same fate? Was he angry....waiting for me to get home so he could hit me?  Crying? I started going faster, trying not to hog the bathroom for too long. Papyrus was the one thing on my mind, per usual. I was about to release when a pound came on the door. I threw my hand off my dick and jumped off the seat.           "Sans! I know you're in there. We need to talk!" Grillby yelled from the other side, jiggling the doorknob.           "Shit. Fuck." I mumbled. "I'll be out in a minute!" I try to compose myself, zipping my pants, flushing the toilet, and washing my hands. I unlock the door just as Grillby makes another attempt to open it. "Sans," he says emotionless as he sees my face.           "Grillbs," I say, a weak smile plastered on my face.           "I don't know why you're smiling Sans, what the fuck was that?" Grillby asked furiously, this was the angriest I had ever seen him...ever.           "What was what Grillbs?" I knew exactly what he was talking about.           "The FUCKING KISS, Sans! With your own brother? What the fuck?" Grillby probed. "You know how embarrassed I am? Not just because of your show...but because of how I've been talking to people about us...I thought this was our night! The party we've been waiting to have! Yet you had to make it all about you." I look at my feet. What can I even say to him? How can he even say this to me? "Grillbs, I'm drunk. It's a party, we were playing a game. It meant nothing! I'd understand if you were upset cause I kissed some guy, but it was my brother, so it literally meant nothing! I only did that to diffuse tension." I moved towards the door. Grillby's face softened, but he continued to stand his ground. "If it landed on me I wouldn't have kissed anyone."           "Then what's the point of playing, Grillby?" I say as I roll my eyes and slip past him back into the noise. I needed another shot.

Day 292 - Happy 8 Years!

AU - @underfell

A Warm Feeling, Chapter 1

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Sans prepared another bone formation, even as he knew it was no use. He was tiring fast. He’d have no choice but to use his ‘special attack’ soon, and he and Frisk- or whatever monster Frisk had become- both knew what happened then.

“Pathetic.��

Well, that was new. Sans looked up, surprised. Frisk had stopped attacking, stopping to… to act? To talk? “Huh,” he replied, “Insults are new. Though I suppose shaking things up ‘round here is kinda your thing. Nice try, kid, but I ain’t really in the mood for chatting.”

As he expected, Frisk dodged the next attack like it was second nature. Instead of going back to attacking, though, they spoke again. “Is this really all you’ve got?” they asked, grinning tauntingly. “Come on, Sans. When did you stop fighting me like you have something to fight for? When did you stop caring?”

“Ouch, kid,” Sans said. “Cut me right to the bone with that one.” He didn’t give them time to respond as he launched his next onslaught of bullets, throwing Frisk against the floor by their Soul. Honestly, the taunting didn’t get to him that much. The kid was probably just fishing for a reaction, something that would make fighting him easier. If Sans gave it to them, there was no doubt it would be exploited over and over again. He wouldn’t give Frisk that satisfaction.

Frisk laughed as they rushed forward, their laughter cut off abruptly when a bone-shaped wall of bullets shot from the wall next to them and collided. They coughed as they pulled themselves off the floor, their grin just shy of manic as they locked eyes with Sans. “Have you ever wondered what happens when I’m done with you, trash bag?” they asked. Their gaze felt cold and sharp, like a predator sizing up their next kill. “Do you ever think about what I do after I’ve killed you?”

“I know what you do,” Sans replied, readying his final attack. “You kill Asgore. You kill Flowey. Then you Reset and start all over again. The survivors… the dead… they don’t remember a thing.” He chuckled, though he didn’t really find it all that funny. “At least,” he corrected, “Most of them don’t.”

“Survivors?” Frisk’s grin stretched wider. “What makes you think I would leave any survivors?”

The floor beneath Sans’s feet suddenly felt uneven, like it was curving downwards. He hesitated, and the hesitation nearly cost him the fight early. Before he could blink (and thank goodness he had no reason to) Frisk was on him, swiping out with their knife. Sans side-stepped at the last moment, and- yeah, there was definitely something wrong with the floor. His footing was uneven, as if the floor had give to it. He lost his balance, tripping over the suddenly unfamiliar surface, but he never hit the ground. He just fell right through the floor, looking up in horror as Frisk’s smiling face and dusty clothes faded from view. What in the-?!

The temperature behind him rose, like he was standing in front of a space heater. He turned around, and he was suddenly on solid ground again, standing in Hotland. Had he taken a shortcut on accident? But that wasn’t what his shortcuts normally felt like. How did he get here?

Without warning, Pyrope suddenly landed in front of him. Sans jumped, then chuckled anxiously. “Geez, dude,” he huffed. “If I had skin, you would’a just startled me out of it. Anyway- shouldn’t you be evacuating? Where are you going?”

Pyrope didn’t answer him- didn’t even acknowledge him. Instead, he looked at some point behind Sans, down the road. “This way!” the monster urged. “Quickly!”

Sans turned around to look, eye sockets widening. “Grillby?”

Sure enough, rushing down the road was none other than the bartender and business owner himself. Grillby held a young, green fire monster in a school uniform in his arms; his niece, if Sans remembered correctly. He looked panicked, glancing behind him now and then as he ran. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” he huffed, frustrated. The girl in his arms whimpered and he forced his voice to gentle, rubbing the girl’s back. “It’s alright, Fuku,” he muttered. “Just hang on tight. We’re going to have to be very careful and very quiet.”

This wasn’t right. Grillby should be in New Home by now. Sans knew he was going to get his niece from school first, but the Ferryman had taken him from Snowdin ages ago. “Grillbz,” Sans said, stepping in front of him, “Hang on a second. What’s going–”

Sans shuddered as Grillby walked right through him. Okay, this was already weird, but what. He turned around, stunned as he watched Pyrope, Grillby, and Fuku continue down the road and over a bridge.

Wait a second. Sans knew this place. He looked to the side, and sure enough, there was his sentry station. New Home was in the other direction, so where were they going? The only place in that direction was…

Waterfall. Oh no.

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Next: To be made

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Hey, Angel (they/them) here. I’m the headmate in charge of drawing the comics.

Okay, so, in all honesty, I was extremely depressed when I created the first two pages and was only just getting out of it when I made pages 3 and 4. Which means I made a lot of mistakes and was left unsatisfied.

I decided to redo the first two pages, for my own happiness and for the accuracy of the story. So viola! Hope you like them!! They are SO much better than the original attempt. If you want to see them compared to the new ones, see here.

While some of the differences may be small, it still makes me feel a lot better posting these. I also edited all the previous pages to be more accurate to the story! You may not be able to tell, but I certainly am happier!

This took longer than expected due to technical issues with the art program crashing and personal reasons (such as finding a new pet kitten) but its here now!!

Please reblog (and like) if you enjoy our story, it is a very personal and is a huge part of our life!!

Commission I did for @hungy-artist (insta:@_eternterra_) for their cute fic, I really enjoyed making this and I read the whole fic afterwards and it was so well written!!

here's the link if anyone is interested :3