Crumps

Sleepover

Made a brush out of the face sprite of Mettaton. I hope you can feel the glamour in my next art post.

Crawling from my grave.

I don't know how to tag non-fandom things.

I printed your spin off once, just wait until I have the monetary assets and time to try and bind your main or at least make it into a hardcover book.

I bound my favorite Undertale fic, Puzzles might be fun if you tried them by lizardystopia! I'm particularly pleased with the spine - I was sweating thinking about how I could figure out how to fit the fic's name on it, but I'm happy with the solution I came up with :D

There goes my last cardboard box, we will be switching to plastic wrappers for future orders.

I happen have this rarepair in my story and thought it'd be fun to draw their shipkid.

Character belongs to @rangeraj (I just realised I haven't followed you lol.)

The little fellas

(Please don't trace, copy my art or erase my signature 🙏 I made these for my store)

i was looking for skeleton references and found this? It just screamed Papyrus energy so I you know what I had to do

I squeezed too many details into such little guys.

The little fellas

(Please don't trace, copy my art or erase my signature 🙏 I made these for my store)

He looks at Ink. They've been in the room for an hour or so, not even talking. It's cozy and warm, but Nightmare can't help but think this instance could work as... a place to deepen their relationship. Bonds growing closer and all that, he supposes. Sounds nice in retrospect.

He squints his eye. Ink isn't even looking at him. So of course, any interaction-start would fall to him. A new situation, but nothing world ending. No, he's been reading about this kind of thing for years, decades even. He knows what to do. Theoretically.

They're already in a relationship, so he could be more daring. It's expected of him. Ink stopped reacting particularly flustered to any subtle flirting a long time ago, so it's not weird for him to try and... Raise the level, per say. Of course. He needs a more direct phrase with romantic implications. Short and easy.

Ink seems to sense his long minute stare, so they look at him. They still don't talk, simply looking at him with those eyes that could very well pierce him.

This is his moment. This is. A moment. A moment. (His moment?)

They look to the side before looking back at him, smiling. "...Do I have something—"

"I bet any children we'd have would well survive into adulthood."

They look at each other. It's kind of painful up until Ink snorts, looking away as they press a hand to their mouth, a hint of paint trailing down their chin.

...Hm. Mission fulfilled, he presumes.

(As Ink starts wheezing, he starts somewhat doubting that claim)