What a piece of work…
BASED OFF THIS VINE I JUST NOW FOUND ;;0;;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjcrI1MqOps&ab_channel=ProZD

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Cosmic Funnies
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Not today Justin

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Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
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@justspear
What a piece of work…
BASED OFF THIS VINE I JUST NOW FOUND ;;0;;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjcrI1MqOps&ab_channel=ProZD
Not A bad way to sleep Undyne. Guess she like bed time stories to lol
….Ok…bah..back to work. lol
Hey!! I’m in Isla Mujeres with my family right now and while preparing prints for TnT, came back to my favorite monster lesbians… Kinda wish I’d find a buff fish gal when we go snorkeling
SCARY SPEAR WAIFU
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——– he almost touches the bluish petals, presses hand deep into his pocket to avoid touching; it’s wrong wrong wrong—-he remembers one of these back home, but it’s not so beautiful. it’s not so colorful. he likes that one, but he likes this one better. her voice echoes / the flower echoes back the same words. can she see him? she never did before; he doesn’t understand it, but he doesn’t care either. she sees him, and that’s good–she doesn’t remember, and neither does he.
* nº one * nº-t ªnymºr-e
Why does he look so familiar --- but not. The farthest thing from right. Why can she only see him with her empty eye uncovered? There’s too much --------- but it’s not in her nature to think of the unknowable. Right now, the issue is clear: a monster, alone, and strange, and seeming somehow SAD. That has a solution she can work towards. That is real and concrete, not just within her sprawling memories.
“Well, no one, howsabout you come back to my place? We have some snacks, we talk, we figure out what’s goin’ on with you?” Wide smile, flashing teeth. ( like she offered up before the machine and the tests. ) “I’m Undyne.”
I don’t see enough positivity for girls who BRAWL
in parking lots
in the middle of a corn field
at funerals
in the soup aisle of walmart at 3 am
during thanksgiving dinner when their uncle is watching football instead of setting the goddamn table like he was asked to
@justspear
Papyrus is a little too eager for training. At least he waited for the sun to be up, this time.
I love you a lot
Today, It’s a beautiful day.
@hamletsboy
One of her arms is still more or less out of commission; a spar yesterday that got a bit too intense. IT’S GOOD, THOUGH. She loves an excuse to cut loose! Still, it’s without hesitation that the woman shouts at the passerby, “Hey, hey! Wanna give me a hand?” She jerks one dark hand back towards the ATTEMPT AT A PONYTAIL. “Can you just tie my hair up for me? Can’t do it with one good arm.”
@remorseguarder
“I’ll bet y’ five G that I can bench press you.” She’s managed to suplex two boulders today alone, so the fish woman is feeling a little bit COCKY.
THEY ARE SO CUTE IT’S KILLING ME
* I return with a quicker comic that was a special request of my friend and patreon supporter, @themisanthropiclord (check out his youtube channel!!)
* I got your back, TML. Undyne was totally the one pronouncing it wrong.
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i saw so many posts of this that i couldnt resist doing this one
Sorry that’s so stupid but was so much fun to draw. Stupid idea by @glasworks
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——– he likes waterfall. he likes snowdin better, but just when he’s around; the snow is nice / cold doesn’t reach him here. the water falling is soothing / quiet, he likes the quiet. it’s never quiet back home; nothomenothomeno——–she stops, and so does he. attention quivers for what’s supposed to be a second / he cares no more about time; his world runs by different rules, universe mende̶̹̪̞̊d̶̘̰̦͊ ̴̳̚͜ṱ̵̡̪́̀̄o̵̺̅̈́ͅg̶̫̕é̶͉̌͌t̴̮͝h̷̟̻̼́e̷̮̤̒ŕ̵̲͆̀ ̶̨̘̼͑b̴̡͙̥͋y̷͕͇̌ ̷̡̳̫̈́a̷̩̋͊͘ ̴̩̫̉͗d̶̘̗͌͊͂i̸̻̥͔̇́͑f̸̤̈́f̷̻̠̈́̿̈́e̸̼̯̱̔̔ȓ̸̞̠͔͑̔e̴͈̫͛̏͆ñ̸̳͇͕́̆ţ̶̬̎̏ ̷̭̫̳͌̍m̷̥͔̺̅̈́ȧ̶͔̣̿͌ṭ̵̭̚t̴̼͆̆e̵͙̐r̸̹͓̍͝. he likes the flowers. these are nice / these are bright and colorful / he likes the colors. she doesn’t know how to see.
It’s STRANGE. She’s not sure how to ------ it still feels like something familiar. It still feels like something she ought to know. She groans, frustration blooming behind her ribs. Why can’t she ---
( brief. teeth clenching to keep from screaming. not wanting to look weak. her empty eye socket feels strange --- )
Ah. Without thinking, fingers rise and easily untie her eyepatch. It remains in her fingers as her hands fall back to the side. It’s stupid. It shouldn’t help, but ------ this time, when she peers, she sees something. Someone. Someone almost familiar. It inspires a strange protectiveness; but maybe that’s not odd at all. After all --- protecting monsters is what she does. “Hey...” Voice is gentler this time; she takes a step nearer to the figure. “Who are you?”