This Was A DTYIS That Was A Lot Of Fun To Do Just To Relax And Sketch To!!

Wait what is that y/n is holding in the first art with Reaper Sans?

COFFEE MUG with some sacrifical coffee LMAO sorry I’ll try to make some cleaner art in the future but I’ve been busy so messy sketchy been my MO lately xD

When watching the Extremely Goody movie you go full cringe and you embrace it~

I deserved this after the week I’ve had so I’m gonna dance with Fresh xD

can we have some mutt doodles? 🥺❤

⚠️Warning: Consensual cig burns and scratches⚠️

I don’t even like cigarettes, but… I do like some pain and pleasure xD 🧍‍♀️💜

Quick lil drawings I did :bb

I’ve been wanting to draw them for a while hehe

BABY GIRL KITTEN WITH CLAWS LOOKING EXTRA PUURRRFECT 💜🫶🏻

I'm gonna guess that people scrolled away when they saw only the human character first rather than the beautiful fell papyrus, so here are only the fell papyrus panels

-this is a redraw from this

-with audio clip

Some male!reader food!^^💜🫶🏻

I actually never saw a "male" or "masculine" y/n, I always saw either female or non-specified gender ones

UF!Sans belongs to underfell

YES WORK THOSE HEELS AND SAUNTER OVER TO MAMMA 🗣️

:•|

*my harlots, thank you 🙏🏼

Nightmare you cant say that

I… how much is safe on tumblr cause I 👀

what she says: im fine

what she means: i find myself sickly attracted to a short cartoon skeleton to the point where i want to fuck a skeleton. a fucking skeleton. its a fucking skeleton in a fucking video game. this is ruining my life. but i want to fuck the skeleton. i am going to draw skeleton porn one day and this frightens me. i look at skeleton porn. thats right, skeletons doing the nasty. how? i dont fucking know but there is ectoplasm somehow incorporated and they fuck with their SOULS. talk about FUCKING MESSED UP. why do i want to fuck the skeleton? i am a disappointment to my family.

✨I am wooed💜

HII! I don’t know if you take requests or not so you can totally ignore this! Can we have the skele boys reaction to reader announcing their leave for the night while wearing an awfully tight/revealing dress like they’re going on a date? 👁️👁️🙏 I’m expecting some drama..fufufu!

I absolutely take requests! Even if I need sufficient inspiration to write them.

And of course I enjoy messages In general!

So enjoy the show~

Reader: pulling on some tight clothes. Admiring their body type in the mirror.

Sans: he stumbles in first. Having wanted to ask something. But your outfit stops him in his tracks. Eye lights raking over you at first. “H-hey kiddo. Ya look nice.” He clears his throat and shuffles a little, trying to look totally unbothered “ where. Ah. Where ya headed? Night out with friends?” There is hope in his voice. And edge of desperation almost. But no. You lock it up and toss it in the river with lead when you say you have a date. His teeth clench and his hands twitch. “A. A date. Haha. Why? I mean. Er. Who? Are you going somewhere safe?” He is trying to play it down. He is trying to keep his shit together. But his is split between misery and anger. He finds himself hating them. Your unknown date. And when you move to the door, his body reacts before his mind can. Tackling you into your room and kicking the door shut.

Blue: he finds you by the front door, bent over to slip on some shoes with your very fine, very TIGHT, outfit. His eyes track your rear for a moment before he coughs. A big grin on his face. “Heya! Where ya going friend? How about I accompany you since you look soooooo nice!” A date. Date. The word tastes like poison in his mouth. But he kept his smile, even when his eye lights sharpened like daggers. His body pressed close and his voice dropped. “I know you look good for someone else. But. I have decided. They don’t deserve that.” His smile like a viper as he tosses you over his shoulder and runs to his room. Voice at a growl.

Red: his first thought is to whistle when he sees you. His cherry eye lights raking over every curve. Every dip. Every drop. Voice smooth like velvet. At least. It was. Date. Date. DaTE. DATE. A sound emanates from his chest like a snarl and he is there. Clawed hands gripping your wrists and pinning you against the wall. His huge body blocking your way. Your sight. From anything but him. Your gasp does little for his own mind. “Who fucking thinks they have ah chance with ya. If it ain’t one of us here, then they ain’t fucking got nuthin!” There is probably a hint of desperate need in there. A fear that you’ll leave. But it’s buried over layers of possession and anger. His huge sharp teeth press against your jugular and honestly? You forgot all about the date after that.

Horror: he knows he is a bit slow to handle things rationally. In his defense, his universe wasn’t easy after the starvation. And his mind is hard to clear from his wound. And he also KNOWS he should be better at least a little by now. At handling things out of his control. But you were on the phone. Looking delicious. And you said that word. Date. He heard it. And not with another version on him. He could handle that. They all could. They made a deal about it a long time ago. But with someone else?! outside?! YOU ARENT SAFE OUTSIDE WITHOUT THEM HOW CAN YOU THINK THAT YOU WOULD BE. YOUSHOULDBEHEREWHEREICANWATCHYOU- he breathes. You. Your scent. You’re talking to him. He hears your pretty voice. He calms. His eye lights raking coming into focus on you. He wraps his hand loosely around yours. Breathe. In. Out. Breathe. Breathe. He is himself again. Well. More or less. He isn’t happy. He needs you to know you don’t NEED anyone but then. Him. So he snatches you up. “Don’t. Date. Anyone else. You. You need us. Can’t be without you. Can’t can’t. Can’t. Can’t.” His minds fuzzy again. But he hears you. Warbling at him softly. Promising. Then he breathes. In. Out. Now he feels…like he overreacted a bit. He makes you an angel food cake as an apology. But doesn’t let you go for hours.

(I may add more. Dunno yet. The ask diiiiiiiiidnt specify. So you get them four first. :)