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*冬が飛来する
humanとズッピちゃんぬい
Me: Hey, finally the weekend! Time to draw more of my webcomic!
Brain: Yeah, but instead of doing that, how about we draw something REALLY stupid instead?
Me: … I fucking hate you.
Grillby did not sign up for this shit.
And drawing Grillby … shirtless …was very … self-indulging.
*Dr.Gaster
Happy Halloween!
Oh, the memories when I first played Slendrina :^)
It’s their first time playing human horror games so they had 0 expectations.
And yes I tried to make this an interactive comic just for fun, but, I kinda messed up ; ;
Please click for better quality. >_<
“I love you too, kid. I know I do,” Sans whispered tearfully and Frisk felt their hair being stroked. “It’s all in here in this head of mine. It’s all coming together and I know I love you. We all do. Even…. Even the one you met the hallway. He didn’t know. He’s sorry. I’m so fuckin’ sorry, kid.”
another favorite scene from BOTWOT just in case anyone wasnt convinced yet that i am terrible
@abadtime ur dang story hits all the perfect points to make me upset and happy at the same time how dare u
*Genderless&ageless(human怖いんズ)
『 * 私のかわいい、 』
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GBtail(ガスタ~ブラスタ~のしっぽ!)
Guardian of Life
Papyrus is a true lover about life. From the depths of sorrow to the outstanding joy the living things can grant, Papyrus believes deeply in all the potential good of every being. His blinding faith on others can be his greatest weakness as well, for his innocent soul will forever hold its purity like a child’s naivety.
All the small things can bring the Guardian of Life incredible happiness, even if the said thing looks meaningless. His observant nature for the peculiarity on each existing thing holds its own essence on the Universe. This trait makes him the most warm, adorable and charismatic from the deities.
Everything touched by Papyrus blossoms in life, rich in colors and intense energy. His soul manifests in shiny yellow and orange flames with fiery sparks, denoting the burning passion that all living beings carry during their journey on Earth. The furs and feathers adorning his vests are symbols of the animals he can become to get in contact with the humans, always bringing messages of hope and optimism. Either touch the colorful sky like a hawk or run throughout the landscape as a deer, Papyrus will constantly appear in a coat of balmy flames that can bring peace to his surroundings.
The Guardian of Life dedicates himself in the arts of culinary, always finding amusement in all tastes and spices he can add to evoke vigor on others’ souls. Food is a great pillar to sustain life, so Papyrus’ hobby in creating new flavors to offer and feed all the living beings is in a constant improvement.
Papyrus is very popular and loved by the other deities, having great partnership with the God of the Sun, Asgore, and the Protector of the Waters, Undyne. He finds very intriguing the amount of energy Undyne can sport, both sharing their appreciation over food and a good sparring in a healthy routine.
The thing that saddens Papyrus the most is the unfairness about the distance he needs to keep from his brother Sans, the Guardian of Death. Afraid to harm each other, they are forbidden to have any sort of physical contact, forcing Papyrus to repress any of his expressive nature about touches that he uses to display his contentment, something constantly done to others in his gleeful spirit. However, this never stops Papyrus into visiting his brother and giving lots of gifts to show his appreciation towards the smaller one.
Even that he understands that Sans doesn’t have the same amount of energy Papyrus’ does, he is constantly fussing about his brother’s lazy behavior, trying his best to bring joy and warmth to make his lonely existence more bearable. Sans is not good with emotions, especially in displaying them, but he always tries his best so that Papyrus can feel how much he is truly loved and cared.
Papyrus can always feel the presence of his brother nearby, even that he can’t see him most of the times. He knows Sans is very protective, constantly watching his back from any threat or hostile spirits. He feels safe and loved, fueling his deep emotions that gives the best feelings life can provide.
Sans, the Guardian of Death
Sans is a natural jokester, even appearing to be threatening for the position he carries as the responsible of the Dead’s Realm. He tries to soothe the ominous meaning of death with an easygoing nature and silly jokes, though he takes his role very seriously. Other deities respects him profoundly, knowing that under that calm façade resides a terrifying and powerful being.
His blue flames are an extension of his soul, permeating the air with an icy feeling. By the tendrils of his energy, the ones near death (by sickness or not) can understand that their time is short and soon the Spirit of the Dead will embrace their soul away.
It is told by the elders of the tribes that the Guardian of Death fills the night with bright and shiny souls of the departed ones, in which we would call upon them as stars. The colorful nebulae are due to the massive energy released by reunited souls, coating the darkness with the beauty of their raw essence.
Sans always appears and disappears without giving any sort of hint about his presence, constantly floating in the air and moving like a slow breeze, letting his comrades frequently spooked by his abilities. He wears a massive dragon skull that he can use as a protective armor or a lethal weapon that leaves a trail of dissipating nebulae in the air where he goes. The dense fur around his shoulders are also an indication of his capabilities of metamorphosis, often opting on a wolf shape to stalk into the night through the dark forests.
The Guardian of Death can also send messages inside dreams, stretching his magic like threads and webs to get a hold of the person’s mind. On those magical webs, several trinkets are attached to the surface; like pieces of bones, shards of metal, magical gems and little animal skulls, which he keeps as amulets to filter and disperse the bad energy he captures from the dreamer. The dearest of his possessions are the feathers gifted from his brother Papyrus, directing the messages towards the asleep person by the quills and barbs.
Sans’ brother is the Guardian of Life. They both carry great respect and adoration towards each other. However, due to their respective roles, they are forced apart as their energies resonates opposite to the other (though they complement each other with their very existence - Life cannot exist without Death, and vice versa).
Beside his brother, Sans can achieve a special relationship with the Goddess of Night, Toriel. They both share their appreciation about jokes and often share their experience in interacting with the mortals. But even with the very few ones that are close to him, Sans carries deep sorrow regarding to the treatment received from all the Guardians, always being misunderstood in his approaches and dark ways of expressing himself.
Shamantale by Fracta Umbra.
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*OH...YES.......
*みんながお家に遊びに来てくれたよ!
Happy First Anniversary “BOTWOT”!!!!!^ω^