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Water you doing? by JessuFay
Battle Scars by JessuFay
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Leviathantale Au by Sku
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I didn’t get to finish these sketches in time for their Ink Tournament face off but have some more Empireverse x FTFO bc I think they would have a silly dynamic
Ink Tournament by nashdoestournaments
FTFO!Ink by Im_Sorry_Buddy
Empireverse!Ink by lunnar-chan
Ink!Sans by comyet
#ftfo#for the forgotten ones#ftfo fanart#for the forgotten ones fanart#ftfo ink#empireverse#empireverse!ink#empireverse ink#empireverse fanart#ev!ink#ev!ink fanart#Empireverse ink fanart#ink tournament#undertale fic#undertale multiverse#utmv#utmv fanart#utmv fic#utmv fanfic#ink utmv#utmv au#utmv sans#ink sans#inksans#ink!sans#ink!tale#ink sans fanart#ink!sans fanart#it’s just all ink sans
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Fic: Against the Remembered many on ao3
This fic is so cool!! Even non popular characters are there!
#undertale#error sans#undertale fic#undertale fanart#undertale fandom#undertale fanfiction#abyss sans#dream sans#dreamtale
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probably no one remembers that i once mentioned i had an angsty idea for why papyrus has so much energy
but if that sounds like fun I have just the fic for you :>
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A FEW YEARS AGO
"I'LL END UP TURNING YOU INTO A ROYAL GUARD!"
"dishes."
"WHAT?"
"a very bad joke."
From this King Papyrus fic
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Im_Sorry_Buddy’s description for as many of the designs in FTFO as I can find rn bc I need to keep them all together in one place for reference so I might as well share it for anyone else
Any edits I make to the original text will be shown in [these] yes I have been updating it, last combed around chapter 5 while also updating with the latest chapters. Buddy has confirmed this post is accurate !!
[MAJOR DESIGN SPOILERS MENTIONED. marked with **. it’s organized by character with their first outfit on top and changes after in order to how they appear. pls be careful looking through if you’re new.]
[Ink is first and he has. a Lot of outfits so there’s a HUGE chunk of text to scroll past to get to everyone else LOL. Broomie is second]
First, some heights. The tallest Gang member is Horror (4ft 10 inches), then Nightmare (4ft 9in, though his tentacles make him seem larger than Horror), then Cross, Killer, and Dust (4ft 7in), then Ink is the shortest (at about 3ft 8.5 inches). Of the Sanses, only Outertale Sans is shorter than Ink (at 3 ft 5inches).
Error is a couple inches shorter than Cross, Dust, and Killer at 4ft 04in (because Error 404 joke). Dream is approximately 4ft 3in (my headcanon is he’d get taller than that if the Multiverse wasn’t so negative. Plus Nightmare has 500 years on him). Blue is 4ft 7in. Red is 4ft 6.5 inches just to make him mad that Blue is a little taller than him. Core Frisk… is 4ft. (Yes, they are actually taller than Ink. Yes, I did a double take when I realized that. The fandom has lied to me.)
[The Papyri] average around 6.8 to 7.2 ft. Edge looks even taller than he actually is because of the heels on his boots. I will say that Toriels are taller than the Papyri at maybe about 7.5 to 8ft. Other than that, I don't have exact numbers in mind, heh.
[the website I used made the Sanses all child models bc they’re so short wHEEEEEEEZE also like it states the Paps n Tori heights are the averages, different AUs are different heights. also also the rectangle in the back is Broomie's height]
Ink:
Ink sleeps in pajamas that are a lighter shade of brown. It���s a standard long sleeve button up pajama shirt and pants.
Ink's soul has the appearance like broken pottery. There are visible gouges where he dug his fingers into his soul.
Ink has had a couple different outfits. His former "hanging around the Castle" outfit was a too big brown long sleeve and loose brown pants (that did resemble the pants the Comyet Ink used to wear except they were completely brown and went all the way down to his feet). Those clothes were destroyed when Error grabbed him in chapter 6 (where Ink spent chapter 7 wearing Killer's too-big coat) so [then] Ink [was] borrowing one of Cross's black long sleeves and another pair of brown pants (these have more of the "pleated" design of Comyet Ink's new pants and also go down to his feet) .
[CH 12 HT!Toriel visit] “He was happy to choose a cyan hoodie and dark blue joggers. Well, he was happy except when it came to choosing the shoes.”
[CH 26 Ccino visit] “His black turtleneck, pants, and green vest” [from his Arc outfit.]
[CH 27 onwards was a black long sleeve shirt, pleated brown pants, and his scarf with the hood.]
[CH 32] “[…] wear his brown scarf and hood, along with his loose brown pants. […] Aster had apparently brought along a black tank top for him. The tank top fit well enough and the collar was high enough that it lay under the collar of his scarf but it obviously did not cover his arms, […]Doctor Toriel stepped out before returning with a pair of long fingerless brown gloves.”
[CH 44] “[…] a light green long sleeve, his hooded scarf, and a pair of dark brown pants from the drawer right beside him.”
[CH 45] “[…] his hooded scarf, a comfortable black long sleeve, his light green [cargo] pants, and a brown satchel with a long strap. He hung the satchel cross-body over his shoulder”
[CH 46 around the castle] “[…] a pair of rather short brown shorts, leaving […] much of his femur uncovered”
[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] a turtleneck that matched the light green interior of his hooded scarf and brown pants”
[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] his comfortable black long sleeve and the detachable light green pants-to-shorts he preferred.”
[SHIELD OUTFIT] A long purple cloak with a hood that, when up, almost covers his face (meaning his eye lights can glow from beneath the shadow of the hood). It's more off of his face when he's curious and excited, but falls further over his face when he's scared or uncomfortable. The purple cloak has a silver clasp in the shape of the Delta Rune. Underneath the cloak he wears a silver tunic, black belt, and purple leggings. His boots are black and go up just to his “calves”. When Ink is Shield, he covers the ink splotch on his face with white paint.
[Ch 26 he added]”[…H]is scarf (minus the hood, which was tucked into his satchel) around his neck. Its ends were folded in so they did not hang out of the bottom of his brown coat.”
[ARC OUTFIT:] Whenever Ink needs to publicly work for Nightmare, he wears an outfit with a bit of a steampunk aesthetic (as “encouraged” by Nightmare so that when people look at Ink, they don’t think “medic” or “healer”). Nightmare wants Ink to keep his identity (and the fact that he’s the Gang's medic) a secret so he wears a mask outside of the castle. The mask appears to be made from brass and copper metal that’s been painted black (with the exception of a few accents). It covers his face while his hood covers the rest of his skull.
The mask is fashioned after a mix of a gas mask for the bottom half and steampunk “brass goggles” for the top half. It is all one piece and the way the “metal” is crafted makes it looks like an owl’s feathery face. Ink’s eye lights are not visible through the goggles and the dark lenses (plus the shadow of the hood) makes it seem like he is constantly giving what I call the “Sans's empty socket glare”. The bottom half of the mask has two “valves” for exhalation and inhalation that are actually functional (cleansing the air he breathes), but are flatter and are symmetrical, unlike real world versions tend to be. There is a bit of metal between the valves that looks like an owl’s beak. The bottom is mostly black with some brass accents for the bottom half. He can easily remove the mask to reveal his face and replace it in a moment’s notice.
Ink wears a brown steampunk overcoat with a hood. Seven black buttons go up his chest (to the left side of his sternum) to close it. Under the last button, the fabric opens up in an upside down “v” shape, preventing the coat from covering the fronts of his legs. The hem of the “tail” of the coat falls just below the backs of his knees. The collar of the coat covers part of his neck. Around his left forearm is what looks like two black snake designs wrapped around his arm (like the snakes wrapped around the Staff of Asclepius).
Under the coat he wears a dark green vest (It was the only big bit of green that Nightmare allowed because he really doesn’t want Ink to even be associated with green magic.) Under that vest he wears a black turtleneck undershirt that nearly goes up to his chin. His pants are black, and tuck into brown boots. (Ink ditches the boots whenever he can).
Over the coat, Ink wears a thick black belt that has many pockets on it. Every pocket has a unique symbol and every one is filled with medical supplies like bandages, healing food, several antidotes, etc. Attached to his right thigh is a small satchel with more medical supplies. In the small side pocket of the satchel (this one is to the front so its easiest to reach), is [REDACTED]. On his left thigh he wears what looks like a long brown holster that goes down to his knee. Seven pockets go down it in a line. Inside are… you guessed it: more medical supplies.
Ink wears black gloves that leaves just the tips of his fingers exposed. The back of the right glove gets what looks like a bronze analog clock sewn into it. The tops of his fingers are exposed so he can more easily use his magic to heal others and [fix codes]. They’re reinforced so he can grab a blade without it cutting right into him.
[Ink now wears the scarf as well, minus the hood, with the ends folded so they do not hang out of the bottom of the coat as of Ch 27.]
[SCARF in CH 26] “The hood was attached by a few buttons that were the same shade as the rest of the fabric, letting them blend into the scarf and make it appear to be one solid piece. The outside of the hood was brown. Its interior was a light green, like the color on the pinkies and sides of Prism's gloves. It was also the color that Ink's eye lights often turned when he used green magic.
The brown scarf's tails were long enough that the ends still hung down by the bottoms of Ink’s calves after he wrapped it around his neck. The hood hung loosely around his head but stayed up even when he moved around. The green interior of the hood was clearly visible, contrasting the exterior nicely. The "collar" was loose around his neck but thick enough to easily cover the new marks that had been scrawled onto his bones.
If Ink wanted to, he could detach the hood and tuck in the ends to wear the scarf under his Shield cloak. He could even wear it hoodless with his Arc outfit if he wished.”
[INKS FINAL OUTFIT in CH 47] Ink's new brown coat was shorter than his old Arc one, with the straight hem stopping at just below his pelvis.
There were only four black buttons holding it closed instead of the previous coat's seven, though Ink found that he also liked how it looked when he left it open.
Even when fully buttoned, the coat opened up just below his collar bone, leaving a standing collar up top instead of an attached hood and revealing a bit of the light green turtleneck that safely covered the tattoo-like marks on his neck and sternum.
[…] an upright light green heart was embroidered on the shoulders of the coat, subtly indicating his profession as a Healer. Just beneath those hearts, cut-outs ran from his shoulder to above his elbows and revealed a matching green interior.
He traded his old black gloves for longer black ones with stitching designs that matched the light green of the interior of his scarf, his shirt, and the medical hearts, leaving the tips of his fingers and thumbs exposed and the black double-clock on the back of the hand. His wide, pocket-filled black belt also remained, as did the brown holster of pockets down his left thigh. His brown satchel was moved to his right hip, now hanging crossbody instead of being attached to his right thigh.
The black pants he designed had zippers hidden under small bits of overlapping fabric up around his femurs, which gave him quicker access to the area if needed. He could technically turn the pants into a pair of shorts with two unzips but Ink was hesitant. He was too uncomfortable with the idea of showing the binary code marks on his bones to consider something shorter like Prism's overalls, even with the thigh-high brown sock providing an extra layer of coverage on his left leg. Like Prism and many other Inks, he chose a design that left his heel and toes bare. Unlike Prism and many other Inks, the tight-like sock had a swirling green design down its outside.
Other than the pant leg, his prosthetic was bare, allowing a bit of the design to be seen due to his abhorrence for shoes. Maybe it was due to the presence of the colors (instead of white) but Ink was much more receptive to showing the prosthetic off than any of the marks on his bones.
Ink's Arc mask was attached to his belt and hung near his satchel, out of the way but within reach just in case.
His hooded scarf completed the outfit, with Cyan and Gold once again taking up residence at the ends of the tails. Broomie floated at his back, with the tip of their handle pointing out beyond his right shoulder while their black brush flicked close to his left ankle.
[**CH 41 Ink’s right leg has been cleanly amputated] “above his knee, halfway up his femur.”
[**PROSTHETIC in CH 46] The prosthetic resembled a skeleton monster's right leg with several notable differences. The socket was a bit wider than the bone to fit his stump and provide support. The pylon beneath the knee resembled leg armor more than a skeleton monster's individual tibia and fibula. The basic shape and outline were a similar thickness to his bone leg though.
The mechanical foot part was currently covered by the shell that went over it. Based on the images that Doctor Toriel had shown Ink, there were distinctive joint areas for the ankle, knee, and toe beneath the casing. […] the toe was one unit meant for balancing, support, and propulsion.
The base of the prosthetic was colored a medium shade of gray […] while the design on the casing was one of the simpler ones.
The prosthetic covers were the same style for the entire leg and foot. They had the appearance like jagged light green lightning or filled cracks in repaired pottery, which stood out sharply and boldly on the metallic black background. The moment Ink had seen what was labeled as a "kintsugi-inspired" design, he knew that was the one. The green not only matched his eye lights, his magic, and the interior of his scarf, but the 'filled-in' look of the pattern reminded him of his soul.
Broomie:
Cross:
Cross [used to wear] his old Royal Guard uniform from Xtale. He has his scar, and his eye lights are usually both white. They do not turn red no matter how angry or emotional he becomes. His bone and knife attacks are tinted purple.
[CH 14] “His jacket was different. It was just a couple alterations. A black X-like design on the shoulders of both white sleeves. The large white X-sash was now black. Along the bottom hem of the white jacket were simple black cross-stitches. It was little things but the decals broke up the white in his outfit.”
[CH 45 pjs:] “Cross had grabbed a plain black tank top and loose black sweatpants.”
[CH 46 Ccino visit] “[…] he changed into a black hoodie and pants instead of wearing his more recognizable outfit.”
[GUARD OUTFIT] […] a set of silver Royal Guard armor and a purple cloak. A large Delta Rune is emblazoned on the chestplate in black. The armor also comes with a silver helmet but he did not wear it on the [first] Aftertale mission. When he is acting as Guard, he either covers his scar with white or wears the helmet to hide his face.
[**CH 37] “[…] vertical cracks split the bones by his eye sockets, resembling the scars of his creator. His eye lights burned a volatile purple, their form shivering like they were struggling not to change shape. [CH 38] […] glowing purple cracks on his skull looked like a Gaster’s scars.”
[**CH 42 has healed the scars completely]
Dust:
Dust wears the standard Sans outfit but it looks like its a paler color in places because of all the monster dust. His shoes are gray for that reason. Dust always has his gray hood up unless it’s knocked off his skull. Unlike Killer and Horror (and Cross), his hood does not have fur. He wears his Papyrus’s tattered scarf. His eye lights have a blue center and a red ring around the outside. They can occasionally turn white if he’s feeling peaceful. His bone attacks are indigo, leaning more towards blue than purple.
Dust sometimes sleeps in a light blue t-shirt and dark gray pajama pants with a drawstring. Other times he forgets to change and plops into bed in his usual t-shirt and shorts.
[CH 46 Sciencetale visit] “[…] he pulled at the hood of the hoodie he was wearing. He had seemed to like the dark indigo color[…] Dust's scarf was tucked into the hoodie, leaving only a small bit of the collar visible. A pair of sunglasses covered his distinctive eye lights. Black sweatpants and sneakers completed the outfit.”
Dust Papyrus:
To Ink, Dust Papyrus looks like the barest outline of a ghostly shape of the head, scarf, and hands of a Papyrus. He’s extremely faint and blurry, with binary codes making up his outline.
[**CH 46] “[…] ghostly gloves gained a red color and an equally ghostly skull took form. Finally, [Ink] could clearly see Phantom Papyrus.”
Killer:
Killer also wears the standard Sans outfit except his undershirt is a black turtleneck and his hood has fur on the rim. His soul is usually visible in the form of a red target. When he goes Stage Three, it blurs and thick black liquid pours from his eye sockets and mouth. He never has eye lights. His knife attacks are red while his bone attacks are tinted gray. [Liquid Determination leaks constantly from his eyes.]
He tries not to sleep so he does not change into pajamas.
[CH 4 comment] Killer's Stages are inspired by something he has in Something New/"Killertale". Long story short: "Stage One": Killer is pretty much Sans. This Stage does not happen anymore. "Stage Two": Default Killer. "Stage Three": Killer is out of control and will attack anything. "Stage Four and Higher": run.
[**CH 26, Killer can now renter Stage 1, though he has not done it in yet. Liquid Determination is also not constantly leaking from his eyes. CH 27:] The black marks beneath his eye sockets were thin enough that they could be mistaken for drawn lines.
[**CH 44 showed that the liquid Determination is still affected by his emotions:] “Killer glowered at him. The black lines beneath his eye sockets thickened a little.”
Horror:
Horror has the usual Sans-style outfit. His has fur lining the hood. Horror’s jacket is a bit tattered and shows signs of being torn and sewn back together in a couple places. His left eye is not his own one, he took it from a dead guard in his AU. It’s is a glowing red iris and can go out like most skeleton eye lights. His bone attacks are tinted a faint red. [Horror has two eye lights regularly, just one of them is. big and red.]
Horror has pajama shorts and a t-shirt but he often forgets to change into them. (He’s trying to teach Ink to be better than him at it). [CH 45] “Horror was in a gray t-shirt and black shorts.”
[CH 36] “…those unsettling, mismatched eye lights.” [CH 40] “His right eye light returned with his health (and his hope)” [proof for two eye lights]
Nightmare:
Nightmare doesn’t change clothes. He is his goopy octopus self. When he is particularly angry or in a “mood”, his aura is much darker, like he’s surrounded by shadows.
[**CH 28] “His form rippled, and suddenly he did not appear to be made of black sludge. Instead it was like he was glitching darkness, his form flickering and rippling at its edges as his eye light thinned to a slit and and his fingers sharpened to claw-like points. Ink caught a glimpse of his teeth and was horrified to see they were unnaturally pointed[.]” [His eye also glows a toxic cyan and he smiles with too many teeth. And his tentacles are unmoving most of the time.]
[**CH 37] “Corrupted's grin grew wider, revealing that his jaw had indeed become unhinged like it was broken.”
[**CH 40] “The shadows that held Ink barely resembled Nightmare anymore. He had merged with the darkness, leaving only a toxic eye light visible as his presence expanded […] smoke-like tentacles […] his sharp-toothed smile, which was far too big to fit on Nightmare's face without breaking it apart, oozed with black sludge.”
[**CH 40 returns him to his regular goop form.]
Dream:
Dream has his “current outfit” (the one with the yellow jacket-tunic thing). In the present he always looks tired and has shadows under his sockets.
[**CH 37] “Actual fire rippled in its wake, burning a violent gold. Four wings tore themselves free of Dream’s back, twisting and writhing like each individual feather was made of golden flames and his facial structure was lost in shuddering fire. His eye sockets filled with fire, burning away his eye lights.
[…] Although Dream’s mouth stayed visible through the flames, his teeth sharpened and his fiery grin grew so wide it froze on his face, unable to falter. The fire was such a thick covering over the remainder of his skull that an initial glance made it seem like that smile was all that was left of his face.
His clothes did not burn but they too became flames, curling and lashing in the air like they were mere moments from bursting out into a firestorm and consuming everything in sight, Dream included. Only his circlet remained solid, incandescent upon his fiery head like a halo that matched the glowing intensity of his wings. It was as though the sun itself had taken the form of a dreadful Angel.”
[**CH 39 returns him to his regular intact outfit.]
[**CH 43 sees a peek of] “…a bit of his collarbone that was blackened like it had been burned by flames,” [we don’t know the extent of the burns]
[**CH 45] “The burn scars were actually one big scar centered on his sternum, right where his soul rested. The bones of his sternum, clavicles, and frontal ribs were blackened like charred wood with a thick, circular shape in the middle. Tendrils spread out like wisps of flame, giving the scar an appearance like a black, stylized sun.”
Blue:
Blue is more “Swap” than “Blueberry”. His kerchief is a darker blue color, and he wears a black-gray Royal Guard-inspired “battle body”, blue gloves, and blue boots. His eye lights are also blue. They become blue stars if he is happy and plain white if he’s terrified. His bone attacks are tinted blue.
[**CH 38] […] the slash through the heart sealed, leaving a deep scar much like the one [Ink] himself had gotten from Horrortale Undyne's spear.
Error:
[CH 2] “[…H]is tear marks stained red-purple by the blood that ran from his sockets.”
[Ch 7] “[…] a bit of a black skull and a single haunting red eye socket was visible. A distorted, yellow-ringed blue eye light stared down at them, observing them in silence, before it shrank to a deranged pinprick.
Black, dust-covered skeletal fingers grasped the edge of the portal, not reacting as the edge cut into his hand and what looked like glitching blood dripped down his phalanges.
His black jacket was torn, with the blue ends of its sleeves splattered with monster dust and specks of brownish-red dried blood. His pants were even more discolored, more gray than black and so stained by what must be blood that they clung to the red bones of his legs. One of his shoes was gone, and the strip of fabric around his neck (which might have been a scarf once) was so tattered it resembled a bloody blue bandage more than anything else. Even with his blue-lined hood pulled up over his skull and covering his face in shadow, he was easy to identify.”
[CH 20] “Error's skull stopped melting but the damage was done. Almost half of his head was gone, leaving only his eye light and a bit of his jaw untouched on that side.”
[CH 22] “[…H]is eye lights, which glowed so brightly they almost looked poisonous.”
[CH 48] “He had also fixed and washed his clothes. […] his scarf was no longer torn.”
[**CH 22] “Most of his mandible and zygomatic arch had been repaired. The hole in his skull wasn't anywhere close to being closed but although the tangle of codes in his skull were still horribly warped, more of the bits that were Error's own were visible.”
[**CH 37] “[…] a jagged scar that went from the top of Error’s repaired eye socket, up his forehead and over the top of his skull, and back around to the front through his jaw, where it curled back up and ended at the bottom of his eye socket. It marked exactly where the damage had once been.”
Geno:
[CH 29] “Geno mostly resembled the average Sans, except for the red scarf, melting eye socket, minor glitches, and the large gash across his chest. […] A line of red dripped from Geno’s mouth.” [The glitches around Geno’s eye can come and go, either on command or due to his emotions (negative emotions adding more glitches).]
[**CH 35] “Geno's chest wound seemed a bit less severe and there wasn't a trickle of blood coming from his mouth anymore.”
[**CH 36] “[…] heal the slash across his chest. His eye socket remained melted”
Fresh:
Prism:
[CH 12] “The other Ink still wore mostly brown, but the outfit was much more elaborate than the simple brown pajamas Ink currently wore. The biggest things Ink noticed were the sash of colored vials across the other's chest and the giant paintbrush at their back. And the reflection had a lovely brown scarf.” [He writes on his scarf like og!Ink]
Solus:
[CH 21] “This Ink's outfit was similar to Prism's but with one distinct difference. Part of the "collar" and ends of his scarf were the deep blue of an integrity soul. The other Ink's sleeves and pants were also torn, revealing most of his arms and sections of his legs.
Black marks were visible all over his bones, with a few peeking up just above his scarf. They weren't simple binary codes like Ink's own marks, he realized. They were scars. Physical scars that someone had painstakingly carved into the other Ink's bones […] curling up his jaw and chin.”
[CH 24] “His brown sleeves were mostly gone, showing most of his arms, while his pleated brown pants were torn enough to reveal bits of his tibias, fibulas, and femurs. His ripped pant legs were uneven, their bottoms stained with a black liquid that could be ink or his own blood. The brown leggings Ink wore under his pants were absent from Solus, leaving the bottom parts of his legs and his feet completely bare.
[…] One of his eye lights often shifted color and shape whenever he blinked, sticking mostly to pastels or a stoic, guarded gray. The other was always the deep blue of an integrity soul no matter what emotions he felt or what shape they became.”
Other canon content for handy reference:
Cross is afraid of cows
Spaghetti is (probably) Ink’s favourite food
Ink scratched himself to the point of bleeding while stuck in his AU
[CH 24] ‘Solus’ did not speak much, instead preferring to use sign language and gestures. When his hands weren’t moving in small, careful motions, they held onto the blue edges of his stained and torn brown scarf or clung to his equally battered and scarred version of Broomie.
[CH 40 Broomie’s magic is…] black for portal creation, which would be useful if Ink's own magic was blocked off again. Brown for shielding simply because Ink liked brown, yes? Purple for enhanced durability to allies. Cyan for non-harmful entanglements. Blue for damage to moving targets. Green for Broomie's own regeneration capabilities only, unfortunately. Yellow for precise distance shots. Orange for damage to targets that were still. Red for purely corrosive splatters that could melt through flesh and bone- and Corruption. [Ink only has black and green magic.]
Broomie is referred to with they/them pronouns
Paprika loves dino egg oatmeal, like UT!Papyrus
Only Ink, Broomie, and Dust can see Phantom Paps. Only Dust can hear him.
If you have any links to other comments Buddy has made about any designs, or other quotes from the text, pls link them so I can add them ty !!!
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Idea 2
Killer x Dream, fluff
Maybe these aren’t actually ideas but short little blurbs of what I could have written, whatever you’d call them I hope you enjoy :)
There was another battle between the guardians and their respective groups. Cross had switched sides and was now a part of the star sanses. Dream had welcomed him with open arms believing anyone could change if they just tried. The battle was at a stalemate, neither brother had an advantage due to the AU being neutral and with Cross switching sides they were now even.
In the heat of the battle, Dream must have gotten distracted because one moment he was fighting Dust when the next he had a knife against his neck and he was being held in place. He tried to get out of the grasp but to no avail, he nervously looked behind him. Both shocked and not surprised at all to see Killer.
“Dream!” He heard Cross yell. The battle froze, and the star sanses looked on in fear not wanting to do anything that could potentially kill the guardian. The bad sanses were grinning madly, even Nightmare seemed thrilled.
“This knife won’t kill a guardian like me.” Dream spoke lowly to Killer.
“Nah but it will hurt, that’s my goal.” He laughs.
“If you want Mr. Sunshine here back then come and get him.” Killer directed at Cross, who looked furious. Cross ran forward, not thinking in his defense however Killer teleported him and Dream before Cross could get close.
They were now in Nightmare’s castle. Killer waits for a moment, seeing if Horror, Dust, or Nightmare would join him. However after a minute of no one appearing he removed the knife against Dream's throat.
Before any words could be spoken Killer shoves Dream against the hallway wall and deeply kisses him. Dream didn’t hesitate to kiss back, both of their hands wandering and feeling each other up. It had been far too long, they both pulled back panting but kept their foreheads against each other.
“I missed you.” Dream smiles
“I missed ya too sunshine.”
It started with them going to the same store one day. Both had bumped into each other however neither of them wanted to fight, so Dream suggested a truce until they left. And well they never stopped the truce. They meet up when they can but it’s not often or for very long, each second is a precious one.
Dream chuckles lightly. “You didn’t have to scare them so much.”
“It’s fun to scare them.”
Killer leads Dream to his bedroom as they talk and play catch-up as quickly as possible.
Once they entered they were immediately greeted by several cats. The cats rush towards them and Dream gasps and picks one of them up.
“Hi, baby!” He says in a high-pitched voice. Killer never felt happier than when Dream interacted with his cats. Once each and every one of them has been petted and fed, Killer jumps on his bed where Dream already was and begins to cuddle him.
They sat in a peaceful silence beside the sound of his cats eating their wet food. Killer eventually sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re going to have to go soon..”
If it was up to Killer he would have run away with Dream a long time ago however he has found a family within the gang. He was upset that he couldn’t have both without hiding.
“I know, but I’ll be back soon. Hopefully sooner than this time but one day we can live happily together I know it.” Dream always knew just what to say.
Killer still was upset but he couldn’t let the thought of it ending ruin his time now. They talked about many things before they both drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Killer’s cats even joined them once they were done.
Nightmare sighed as he teleported back, the battle had gone well on his end after Killer and Dream disappeared. The rest of the star sanses retreated after fighting for as long as they could. Now before Nightmare could finally rest he had one last thing to do, check what Killer did with Dream.
Nightmare opened Killer's door, only to see him and Dream cuddling on his bed with Killer's thousands of cats. Nightmare shuts the door and leaves them be. He wasn’t stupid. He knew what Killer and Dream were up to. However, he also could tell they made each other very happy. If it made Killer and Dream so happy at the very least he could pretend to be clueless.
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IMPORTANT
Never thought I would have to open my commissions like this for the first time, but my brother's little husky puppy (Luna) needs a surgery and soon, something we need all the money for as it is extremely expensive. Without it, she cannot live, even though she is only 3 months old.
I'm sorry to do this, but please, consider commissioning or tipping me, every single euro counts! Here's the link to my ko-fi page, I'm sorry if it seems lacking, I've never done this before.
This is the reason why I had to close my requests here for an indefinite time period, again, thank you for your understanding! 💜
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first posted undertale fic :] would appreciate if you read!
rating: gen
words: 451
summary: “you lay in your bed, and listen to asriels soft snores as your body burned.“
or, Chara gives in to a temptation
(touch starved chara thinks they are awful for accepting love)
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Did I write Stretch as a butler just for an excuse to put him in a suit? Maybe. Am ashamed? Nope.
I’m doodling all of them and realizing that Stretch is one of the only ones who actually wears the mansion uniforms… I think he secretly likes it.
Welcome to the Mad House!
#archive of our own#undertale#undertale fic#undertale fanfiction#underswap#underswap fanart#undertale au#super self indulgent#underswap papyrus
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Concept art based on Chapter 4 and Chapter 5 of my UTMV fic Perception & Patronage (a spinoff of R&R)
#im so good at promoting my shit#utmv#undertale au#undertale#digital art#nightmare's castle#nightmare's hold#Nightmare's dungeons#r&r#my art#utmv fanfic#undertale au fanfic#undertale fic
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Just a game
[Dust&Reader one shot]
... you huffed, running for what it seemed like forever, lost in the darkness of the streets, barely illuminated by its lights.
you peeked past your shoulder to see if he was still chasing you, but there was no one.. did you manage to lose him?? or did he lose you?? whatever happened, it didn't matter at the end.
relieved, you stopped in a turn, resting against the wall catching up on your breath.. slowly and silently just to keep an ear on his footsteps, comforting yourself with the dim lights of the casino.
you sighed, trembling, hoping you've finally deluded this psycho.
of course, this was too good to be true —
in a blink of an eye, the skeleton was in front of you, a cigarette between his fingers, leaned against the wall, giving you a long smile. it was almost like.. he was already there.. like he purposely led you here, your eyes widened realizing the trap you just fell into.
you looked at him, terrified, asking yourself how could you fall for such a trap? since when you fell into it?? how did he manage to do this?! you began to feel overwhelmed with thoughts until it interrupted by the monster's humings.
your whole body froze, pressured by his simple presence, by a simple look..but, this wasn't simple, that look, was the look of a predator, and you, were his prey.
dust then chuckled, exhaling the smoke he kept in, staring at you with great amusement —
* gotcha.
yes......... you looked up at him, smiling in disbelief.
this, was just a game for him.
♡ ♡ ♡
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I have a question about the state of things if it's not too spoilery!
It's mentioned that the reader went through speech therapy and was a weird kid, and also sees a lot of themself in frisk. So I'm kind of picking up hints that the reader used to talk like how you write Frisk's dialog, or am I way off base? (I really like the decision to write their dialog like that btw its a fun choice!)
I really love your writing and can't wait to see more of it ^^
I can't answer too much cuz it's spoilers, but everything I do does have a reason for being there! ^^
Thanks for your kind words! Here's a picture of the reader and frisk!
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7 AM IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Hello, hello!
That's our boy special holiday, the Let Papyrus says Fuck day! Here goes a little something I wrote especially for the occasion, because Papyrus is not a child and can fight your local Karen everyday.
The story is under the cut. You can read it too on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47914330
@letpapyrussayfuckofficial
Papyrus rarely lost his patience. He considered himself being a pretty open guy, about all sorts of things, even the one he didn't really want to hear but that people told to him anyways because he was suffering the syndrome of the "cute friendly face". But today? Today was too much.
He knew the second they moved in this part of the town that this Karen neighbor was going to be a problem. Sans said he was paranoid, that she was really sweet with him and that maybe he was thinking this too much. Yes, maybe she was nice with Sans (everyone was nice to Sans for some reason), but she surely had something against him specifically. He didn't understand why, he never did anything to that woman, but she simply hated his non-existent guts. How rude.
Papyrus tried everything to make friends: inviting her home for dinner, baking cute little cupcakes, even letting her borrow his washing machine when hers died, but was only rewarded with sassy remarks, dark stares and criticisms. "You know Papyrus, those cupcakes are pretty good for a child. A bit messy, but you know how children are. Oh sorry, Frisk did them, right?" She knew they did not. "Maybe you should use a smaller washing machine, since your are only two at home. You probably don't need that much clothes since you're a skeleton." Well, she clearly never had to go through one of Sans' ketchup wars to judge like that. "You could have way more friends if you put a little effort into it, Papyrus", "You should take exemple on my lawn, Papyrus", "Ah, yes, your car is twenty years old, right, Papyrus?".
Papyrus this, Papyrus that, Papyrus was going hecking crazy and no one seemed to notice. He was at his limit for a long time already.
But this, this was too much.
He just entered his car at 7 am in the morning, because Sans had a night hunger and emptied the whole fridge, and now there was nothing for breakfast. He just wanted to go to the grocery store, buy what he needed, and leave. He barely started the engine that, in the corner of his eye sockets, he noticed his neighbor coming at him, visibly furious. She was dragging two huge trash cans that she put in his alley, to prevent him from leaving the house. Papyrus grinned his teeth together, sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, before opening the window and forcing a false-friendly:
"HELLO DEAR NEIGHBOUR, DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?"
"Of course I need something! It is 7 in the morning and I worked late in the night! Your devilish machine is roaring like a dying truck! You awakened the whole neighborhood! Don't you know there's children sleeping so early in the morning! They have school soon. Can't you show a little respect or is it too much to ask Mr Papyrus?!"
Papyrus screamed internally. He literally just started his car, and it was obvious she was already waiting for him outside, searching for an excuse to come at him so soon in the morning. His car was electric and perfectly silent. She just wanted to scream at something, and that something was obviously him. Papyrus smiled patiently.
"ARE YOU FINISHED? CAN I LEAVE NOW?" he asked in a cold passive-aggressive tone that wasn't Papyrus-like at all. He didn't like to talk like this to people, but some people just deserved it.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? Cut the engine before I call the cops! You think you can do what you want? I lived in this street for 25 years and before you monsters came, it was a respectable side of the town. Now you are scaring the children, and making noise in the morning, and not even taking care properly of your house. Look at that lawn, it's disgusting! The old owners at least knew how to clean a wall! Yours is getting green!"
"YEAH, THAT MUST BE THE MONSTER'S FAULT, YOU ARE SO RIGHT!"
"Are you mocking me? You think I can't scream at you because you're a monster?! I am older than you! You need to respect the elders! I lived in this street for 25 years!"
"YOU ALREADY SAID IT, YES." he answered sarcastically. "KEEP PRETENDING I'M AN HORRIBLE PERSON, I'LL KEEP PRETENDING YOUR DISGUSTING LEMON SQUARES ARE EDIBLE, YADA, YADA. CAN I NOW PLEASE LEAVE MY HOUSE OR ARE YOU GOING TO BE AN OLD RACIST BOOMER ON ME AGAIN?"
"Excuse me?! How dare you! I am not a racist! I have a monster friend! You can't call people like that, it's illegal. I am going to report you, you hear me? I am calling the cops right now!"
"PLEASE DO. MY FRIEND UNDYNE IS COMMANDING THE POLICE STATION. I AM VERY SURE SHE WILL BE ENTERTAINING BY YOUR STORY. WELL, THAT WAS A NICE CONVERSATION. THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL LEAVE N-"
She suddenly angrily punched the front of his car, leaving a big mark on it. Papyrus' jaw stayed open, in shock. He slowly turned his head to hers. That's it, he was pissed off. And done with this shit. He opened his door. The neighbor suddenly threw herself on the ground, screaming like she was getting murdered. Papyrus looked at her blankly. What the-. He didn't have time for this! He angrily stomped to the end of the alley and kicked at full force the two trash cans, making them fall on the ground, and out of the way. Her neighbor kept screaming, the phone in her hand, and she apparently called the police. Greaaaaaaat.
Papyrus got close to her again. She screamed at him to stay away. He walked to her anyway and picked her phone up.
"HELLO? THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS SPEAKING."
"Papyrus?" A raspy sleepy familiar voice answers. "The hell is happening? Someone called and then she was just screaming and I have a headache now."
"OH, GOOD MORNING UNDYNE! DON'T WORRY, THIS IS JUST MY NEIGHBOR. SHE IS CRYING BECAUSE SOMEONE CRASHED INTO HER WALL. BUT NOTHING IS BROKEN, NO NEED TO COME. YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS. ACCIDENTS."
"Oh, ok. Do you need hel-"
"HAVE A NICE END OF SHIFT, SEE YOU TONIGHT!"
He hung up. The neighbor looked at him in bewilderment. He gave her back the phone.
"YOU BETTER CALL YOUR INSURANCE COMPANY FOR THAT WALL, IT WOULD BE A SHAME THE OLDEST HOUSE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD STAYS DAMAGED LIKE THAT. WHAT WOULD EVERYONE TELL? YOU? NOT TAKING CARE PROPERLY OF YOUR HOUSE?! THAT WOULD BE DRAMATIC!"
"What are you even talking about?"
"OH, NOTHING, I AM JUST RAMBLING. BYE!"
He got into his car, put it into reverse gear, and sped it. The car violently crashed into the neighbor's wall, not hard enough to hurt his precious car, but enough to create a large crack in the house.
"WOOPS!" he screamed from his window. "PEOPLE REALLY DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE IN THIS CITY!"
Papyrus waved goodbye to his speechless neighbor, showing his magnificent and best middle finger, and left for his grocery trip, a huge smile on his face. He never felt more satisfied in his life.
#letpapyrussayfuck#let papyrus say fuck#undertale#papyrus#undertale fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#undertale fic#undertale ao3
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RESPONSIBILITY! RESPECT! RECOGNITION!
THAT'S PAPYRUS! THE VERY OFFICIAL KING...
OF THE UNDEGROUND!!
Ugh I hate how this drawing looks. Papyrus is much more silly! I love the watercolor though. Definitely inspired from @blaiddraws's drawing. I mean. THE GASTER BLASTER BELT DUDES. I wouldn't actually say he wears it like, canonically, it's just such a funny graphic detail.
From this fic.
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