so, I have my 17th birthday today, please make a repost in honor of this, I don’t feel festive at all, my relatives gave me money, so the laptop will be repaired soon

Sans doodles just cause

Also a frame from the Sanschool comic cause I feel it has meme potential

:p

This is the fourth floor

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Both classes are now open for Asks!

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In order of appearance!!

(Remember that no all the Aus will look accurate to their designs, as this is my own take on them)

Class S1

Epic: Yugogeer

Cross: Jakei95

Blueberry: Popcorn Pr1nce

Error: CQ/Lover of Piggies

Ink: Comyet

Dust: Ask-Dusttale

Horror: Sour-Apple Studios

Idle: AfterArtist

Fresh: CQ/Lover of Piggies

Dream: Joku

Killer: Rahafwabas

Lust: NSFWShamecave

Spoke: AfterArtist

Geno: CQ/Lover of Piggies

Nightmare: Joku

Sans: Toby Fox

fell: Vic the Underfella

Outer: 2mi127

Bird: Greyscales

Barrierfall: AfterArtist

Class S2

Reaper: Ren

Axe: thebananafrappe, azulandrojo

Sci: TalkingSoup

Over:(??? I literally can’t find any info, please tell me if you know the OG creator/s)

Ccino: black-nyanko

Delta: Animated Zorox

Candy: BabyAbbieStar

Nega: ArtsyGum

Dance: Teandstars, Sterrenschijnsel

Abyss: Meta-Kaz

Ganz: Golzy Blade Dee

Farm:(??? Again, please tell me if you know the OG creator/s)

Possession: Jitterzart

Ethos: Ethan.boi, AfterArtist

Phthalo: AfterArtist, Ethan.Boi

Glitch: Camilaart/Camila Cuevas

Deltarune: Toby Fox

404: SHADIKAL15

Color: superyoumna

Anti: xx-avj-xx

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Who are the teachers??

Who knows ;)

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Reaper’s moving castle!

allies-harem:

This blog will be about my oc Allie and her harem with her 4 skele-bois; Dust, Geno, Error, and Lust!

YEYYYYYY

Chapter 1 of a fanfic without a name yet. (Ink x Geno/Error)

“Who would’ve thought Fate had such a terrible sense of humor?!” -Error

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Silent sobbing filled the white void. Despite it being so soft, it could be heard everywhere around him. But there was no one to notice his pain, his sadness, his loneliness. There was no one to reach, no place to go to. Just a white, empty, endless void. No visible floor, ceiling or walls. All that existed was him and a few sketches of what was supposed to become his family and friends, his home.

Geno/Error - @/loverofpiggies

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Ink - @/comyet/mye-bi

A black void, the Save Screen as one had apparently named it, with only one inhabitant. He could see everyone, but no one could see him. He watched the happiness and terror of what was once his world. He watched them live and watched them die. Someone had taken his place and he couldn’t go back. The world lived on without him. Such a terrible thought. 

“Being forced to watch over a world in which you don’t exist…

Thinking about that terrifies me.

What about you?

Do you really exist? Do you really belong here?

…You can’t go back.

He thought of it as a joke back then, some insane people.

While you’re in here, do you still exist out there?

Which reality matters more to you?

You should start thinking about that.”

No matter what he thought about the dialogues himself, the loneliness and sight of other’s happiness was killing him. He couldn’t interact with them, only watch. The skeleton sat on the ground with his legs close to his chest. He just wanted someone to talk to, someone who understood the loneliness and boredom, the suffering of being imprisoned without a way to escape.

Do you believe it is possible to exist in two realities at once?

The skeleton stood up and opened a white screen. He put his left hand on it while he held onto his precious red scarf. “Just someone..” He whispered. “Anyone.. to talk to.” 

The white screen began to flicker like a tv. The skeleton took a step back, his eye sockets and eye lights widening. He didn’t think he would actually have any control of it like that. But, after a few minutes of staring at the screen, it went black to white as if nothing had happened. He sighed. It was dumb to think it would do something. He had no control, nothing.

“H-Hello..?” A soft, quiet voice came from the white void. A skeleton with rough edges, small white eyelights. Desperate. He was right there, his hands on the invisible screen. His eye sockets widened in shock when he saw the skeleton with white clothes and red scarf. A black void with one person. A place similar to his own. The other skeleton had his back turned towards him however and didn’t seem to hear him. “Hello?!” He said louder, slamming his fists on the screen.

New tears appeared in his eyes. This was his chance to meet someone! Someone could talk! Someone.. Possibly similar to him?

The other finally looked up, shocked at the sound. Like him, he stared with confused and surprised eyes at the screen. He ran towards the drawn skeleton, putting his hands on the screen. Someone to talk to, just as he asked.. Begged for. Something both of them asked for.

They stared at each other for a while until the skeleton with the red scarf spoke. “..Are you alright?” He asked.

A voice, something he had never heard before next to his own. Someone with feelings. “I-I..” The drawn skeleton whispered. A small genuine smile appeared on his face. “I am okay..” He released his fists and put his hands flat on the invisible wall, trying to push through. But the window didn’t move, not an inch. But at least, they had someone to talk to.

It was the first time the smaller skeleton had a conversation and it was such a nice one too! Well, he was mostly listening to the other skeleton with the red scarf. He told him about his old home. A nice wooden house with an amazing brother. About his friends and the people around him. While the backstory was sad, the present he seemed to talk about was very nice. Though, the scarf skeleton didn’t tell him why he was stuck in a void just like him. The drawn skeleton didn’t want to push it, so he kept quiet and didn’t ask about it.

Geno, was his name, the skeleton with the red scarf. He told the roughly drawn skeleton he had changed his name once, related to some unfortunate events, but that didn’t matter anymore. It also didn’t matter to the nameless skeleton. If that was what he wanted to call himself, then that would be just fine!

“What’s your name?”

The smaller skeleton snapped out of his thoughts and looked confused and puzzled at Geno. “..Sorry?” He replied quietly, tilting his head.

 “Your name?”

It took him a while to think of a fitting answer. Though, there was no answer. He didn’t have a name. Nothing in his world had a name. Everything was unfinished, a thrown away idea. “I don’t have a name.” The drawn skeleton eventually replied. “Nothing has a name here.” He said, looking over his shoulder at his unfinished family, friends and home. He wondered what his name would’ve been if his creator had continued working on his world. But that didn’t happen, those thoughts were just broken hopes and dreams.

“Then we will just make up a name for you.” Geno said and stood up. “One second, I got an idea.” He gave the drawn skeleton a quick wave and walked away. There wasn’t much to walk to but he happened to pick something up from the floor, before he returned and sat down again. He crossed his legs and used them as a support for the sketchbook. “I am going to draw you, okay? There are no mirrors, so I bet you don’t know what you look like..” He had an ordinary pencil in his hand and an eraser next to him on the ground.

“Draw?”

Geno nodded as he started to draw. “It’s.. a secret hobby I got. It clears my mind. I believe no one knows I draw. It’s like.. You can make whatever you want. You just got to put a little thought into it. The pencil makes the lines but you’re the one in control.” He hummed a bit as he drew. “You have to tell it what to do and if you practice enough.. Something beautiful will happen.”

He noticed the skeleton’s curious eyes and grinned. He shoved a bit closer to the screen and turned around so the smaller skeleton could watch him draw. The skeleton didn’t completely understand what was happening but it sure was interesting. Slowly, a picture appeared. 

It was him. A skeleton, rough edges, big eye sockets with small white dots as eyes. He was smiling. A genuine smile. 

Geno smiled satisfied when he heard the other giggle at the picture. Once he was finished, he wrote “Sketch” above the skeleton and held the paper against the screen. “How about I call you Sketch?” He suggested. “You look like you’re a living drawing, it’s pretty unique. I wanted to draw you just as you look!” He turned around so he could face Sketch again.. who was smiling brightly at the drawing.

 “Yes! Yes! That’s the best name ever!” The smaller skeleton called out with the biggest smile Geno had ever seen. “I love it.. Thank you!” It had only been a few days.. Maybe just a couple of hours, time was hard to tell in their voids, but the skeleton had built up such a fascinating personality. He was smart, curious and cheerful. Cheerful.. the opposite of Geno, though it was definitely cheering him up. At least he had something to do while they both spent their time in their separate voids.

“Can I draw too??” Sketch asked after a while of silence.

“… Sorry bud, I don’t think I can give you the sketchbook.” Geno said and put his hand on the screen. “It’s still as solid as a rock.” The other nodded and sighed. “Yeah.. Okay.” It looked so interesting. Maybe he could finish his own world like that! It would be nice, but probably impossible.

“Can you draw some more?” Sketch asked. “Can you draw your world for me?” 

It was saddening, how this skeleton longed for a world of his own. Geno knew his buddy would never get one though. The system wasn’t fair. He had learned a few things from Sketch though. He seemed to know a bit more about alternate universes or at least how they started. It was pretty interesting. He was aware, just like Geno.

“Of course.” Geno flipped over the page for a new one but didn’t start just yet. He looked at his illustration of Sketch and then at the actual skeleton. He put down the sketchbook and turned towards his friend. The skeleton with the scarf stood up with the drawing in his hands. He pushed the drawing against the screen and summoned a bone in his other hand, pushing it against the paper. He looked surprised at the result. It actually worked, it was pinned against the screen… Now his friend could actually look at the drawing, and many other drawings  would follow.

[First!] [Next soon maybe!]

You’re Still You - Chapter 2 - Spectacle_s - Undertale [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 2 is finally out.

Read it on AO3 or down here. :) Figured that’s easier for those who don’t want to use AO3!

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The endless nights without sleep started to leave a mark. He was tired and it was clearly visible. Who knew skeletons could have bags underneath their eye sockets, but not just that. Geno’s hands were shaking all the time, it was getting harder to work precisely.

Every night, sometimes also during the day, he found himself working in his made-up lab in the basement of his new home where he lived with Papyrus and Sans. He wanted to have his own place, but Papyrus insisted on taking him in. Geno couldn’t go against the taller skeleton. It wasn’t HIS brother.. this Papyrus couldn’t replace him, but he did treat Geno like a brother. He didn’t want to hurt the skeleton’s feelings by saying no.

Geno had a clear goal however, he wanted to go back to Sketch. No matter the consequences. The only way was by testing to see what he was capable of with his Determination. If he could teleport to the menu screen, then maybe he could go further. Somehow the menu screen and that unfinished Alternate Universe were connected, right? There wasn’t an explanation, he didn’t need it either but how else were they able to talk to each other?!

“Geno.”

The skeleton gasped and looked up in a small panic. It appeared he had fallen asleep, again. He looked at the timer he had in front of him, an alarm in case he fell asleep. It would ring every 30 minutes. It had 10 minutes left. “..Yeah..?” He turned to the door, seeing Sans standing in the doorway with a rather annoyed expression. It was dark outside. He hadn’t realized he had been working for so long. “Go, to, bed.”

Geno smiled a bit and looked back at what he had been busy with. “I’m working Sans. I’ll go to sleep in 20 minutes, ‘kay?” Sans crossed his arms and sighed. He didn’t believe a thing from what Geno was saying. After all, he knew himself best and they were basically the same person, just with different experiences. He walked over to Geno and put his hands on the skeleton’s shoulders from behind, gently pinching him. “You can continue tomorrow. I get it, really. You want your friend back but this isn’t the way. There’s always a different path.”

The other shook his head. “No, no there’s not. Not this time Sans. I get it, you want to help me but I got to do this alone. No more risking other’s lives.” He peeked over his shoulder to look at sense and shrugged his hands off. “Leave me be, please. I can do it, I’m sure.” He smiled gently or tried to. Faking smiles were a trait both Sanses had and Sans knew it wasn’t a genuine one. “Fine, alright. But Pap is getting worried and I can’t say anything. No, I’m not going to say anything, he’s your brother as well and he should hear it from you.”

Geno rolled his eye light and went back to his poking job, screwing around with liquids and what else. “I know. I’ll tell him later.” He mumbled. “I promise.”

“Do your promises still mean anything though, Geno?”

The skeleton cringed at the comment and dropped his work once again. It was a good question. He promised his friend he would come back as soon as he could but only after a couple of months he started working on it. Time was different outside of the timeline. Minutes could be days, seconds could be hours. It was an awful fate to watch from the sidelines. Even worse… his dearest friend couldn’t watch at all without Geno’s help. He doubted the drawn skeleton could still see the menu screen, the window had probably closed.

“No,” Geno replied and turned around. “They probably don’t.”

Sans nodded quietly and put his hands in the pockets of his pajamas. “Glad you’re aware. Whatever you’re going to do, I’m going to bed. It’s two AM.”

“Good night Sans.”

“G’night Geno.”

The door of the basement closed. Geno sighed relieved and turned back to his work. He was glad Sans hadn’t seen and realized what he was trying to do. He would be furious and immediately burn everything Geno had been working on for the past few weeks. He had to hurry though, eventually one of the skeleton brothers would find out.

Even though he said no more risking lives, he was definitely risking his own. Determination was a dangerous thing and even though he held some in his soul and body, a drop too much would kill him. But this skeleton was no longer afraid of death. The determination he had was making him awfully stubborn and he believed he could do it, he was going to save his dear friend no matter what.

“Alright, first try.” Geno mumbled and stood up with a vial in his hand. He was still shaking from the low amount of energy he had. He knew he should sleep before he tried but he could no longer wait. Every second was a second too much. While injecting Determination would be faster with a syringe, he didn’t want to risk shattering his soul immediately.

The skeleton drank the fluid with one quick swallow and waited. It was the lowest amount of Determination he thought he needed, or at least that was a theory he had. It would give him a small boost and hopefully, it was enough to make him able to break the boundaries of the universe.

“Three, two, one…”

Geno snapped with his fingers and disappeared into thin air.

Everything went black. The ground underneath his feet disappeared and he felt dizzy for a second. It was clear he got out of the timeline, so he managed to do something! Wherever he was, it wasn’t the Menu Screen. Did that mean he made progress?

Once he opened his eyes, his eyes scanned the new area he found himself in. He looked down at the floor and began to feel nauseous. It didn’t feel like there was an actual floor and gave him the illusion of floating. There were no ceilings either, nor walls. It looked like an endless white abyss. It looked similar to the white space he used to look at through a made up window, but this place felt weird. As if a pressure was crushing his soul, some weird force. “Hello?” He called out, his voice echoing through the space. No one answered though.

He looked around once more before he started to walk on the somewhat non-existent floor. It made him dizzy, but he had to explore. There had to be something, right? There had to be something… He couldn’t be the only one around.

The worst scenarios were appearing in his mind. What if he was stuck here forever with no one to reach him? How could he escape? He tried teleporting around but it didn’t bring him anywhere different. The only thing he saw was white. Endlessly white.

Geno didn’t know how long he had been walking, but eventually, he stopped and sat down. He had no other option but to wait. Maybe someone would rescue him. Someone must be looking for him. There must be someone able to reach him.

So he started to do what he was best at. Sleep. At first, he couldn’t. There were so many thoughts keeping his mind busy until it became tiring. Sans could sleep anywhere, which meant he could as well. So, he slept… and slept.

Until he couldn’t sleep anymore.

“C’mon, there has to be a way out.” He mumbled to himself, walking around once again. He screamed, begged for help, for someone. But no one was answering. No one ever did. He should’ve d3$tr0y&d that timeline. If he did, he wouldn’t be there. He would be dead of course, but he had accepted that fate a long time ago. Now he couldn’t do anything. Sleeping became boring, walking was useless and no one ever responded to his cries. It was all a waste of time.

Talking about time, by now the glitching skeleton had been sitting on the non-existent floor for quite a while. He thought he was starting to hear voices but there was no one around. They became louder, and louder. He just couldn’t hear what they were saying, it was like.. someone was whispering through a broken microphone. He was finally going crazy, huh..?

His eyes hurt. His body hurt. Everything hurts..

…

…

…

“Error!”

“AHH!”

The Glitch instantly reached for his strings, only to face his frenemy once he opened his eyes. He got greeted by a big smile. “..Can’t one have some decent sleep for once?” He responded to the smile with an annoyed expression. “You were rebooting in your sleep, I don’t think that’s a decent sleep bud.” Ink said, crossing his arms while he backed off.

“Hold up..” Error cringed. “You watched me sleep?!”

“Well, yeah. How else would I know? I didn’t know you were capable of dreaming. Quite an interesting sight to be honest.” The guardian snickered and sat on the floor with his terribly annoying smile. A smile of curiosity and Error knew it way too well. It meant he wouldn’t stop asking questions until he got either an answer, or got kicked out.

Error didn’t know if he had to take Ink’s last comment as an insult or not. “I am not going to tell you what I was dreaming about.” Honestly, he couldn’t even remember. It was probably because of the reboot. Maybe that happened every time he went to sleep, he couldn’t recall ever vividly dreaming and remembering the dream after waking up. “Aww, come on. I’m curious!”

Of course he was. “No, I don’t remember it anyway so there’s no point in you bothering me about it.”

Ink crossed his legs on the floor and slightly tilted his head. He wondered what it was like, dreaming. He never managed to, it was probably because he lacked a soul. That was his theory at least. There were nice dreams, and bad ones. He wondered what he would be dreaming about..

“Hello? Ink stain?”

“Huh, what?”

His mismatched, colorful eyes met Error’s. “What were we talking about again..?” The destroyer sighed frustrated and turned his back to the other. It was impossible to have a normal conversation with Ink, if they happened. “Alright, time for you to get out.”

“Woah-! Hey! I just got here!” Ink squeaked as he got dragged along by his scarf. “Error! Stooop!!” The glitch let go once Ink got placed on the black substance he came through and crossed his arms. The artist looked curious at the other, then down at his black puddle. “You know, Dream can uhh… Pfft- look at your dream if you’re curious what it was about. Or he can at least tell you if it was a bad one or not since you.. were rebooting once or twice. It’s pretty funny, he discovered he can do so by accident. Just imagine-”

“OUT, INK.”

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Oh boy. Credits. From left to right. Dang I’m scared to @ people. qvq

Spectacle - spectacles-blog

Midnight!Nightmare - ask-the-variants / glitchysquidd

PaperJam - 7goodangel

Cross - Jakei95

Pale!Ink - unu-nunu-art

Fatal_Error - Xedramon

Blade!Killer - ask-the-variants / glitchysquidd

Reaper - Renrink

Error - Crayon Queen

Slumbertale!Sans - rainingskeletons

Ink - Comyet/Myebi

OSD!Dream - calcium-cat

Nightmare - Jokublog

Geno - Crayon Queen

Outer - 2mi27 (?)

Gradient - askcomboclub

2020

2018(?

A quién le gusta este ship???? Xd

Geno is a masochist that no one understands

Mom and Dad and Vicky always giving him commands

But gloom and doom up in his void

Is broken instantly

By his magic little fish who grant his every wish

‘Cause in reality they are his

Odd parents, fairly odd parents

Error: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Fresh: sjjsjsjsj

All: Odd parents, fairly odd parents

Geno: Really mod, pea pod, buff bod, hot rod

Obtuse, rubber goose, green moose, guava juice

Giant anake, birthday cake, large fry, chocolate shake!

All: Odd parents, fairly odd parents

It flips your lid when you are a kid with fairly odd parents!

Fatal: Yeah, right!

*Bop!*