Goomgoom!! Thanks for checking out my blog! I'm Rose/Rosey and I'm a hobby artist/writer currently stuck in Undertale Hell! I'm in my thirties, plus-sized, autistic and demisexual.
*Not Canon Compliant or AU Compliant, whatsoever!!
*MDNI. This blog is labeled for Adult Content
*Warning: This blog can contain suggestive, mature and explicit sexual themes. Blood, gore and violence can also appear.
MY TAGS: #myart #myfanfic #roseyupdates #roseyrants
CONTENT TAGS: #NSFW
All my fanfiction is on my Ao3
Detailed rules are below the cut, but basically all the normal blog rules. Be respectful, be an adult, and don't steal my shit.
Commissions are open, please visit here! <3
BLOG RULES:
DO NOT claim my art/writing as your own. I do not care if you repost/edit/trace/or whatever AS LONG AS you credit me.
This blog is a Safe Space for Adults!! I prefer followers with brains fully developed, who know the difference between reality and fiction. If you do not like something, block/disengage/ignore/move on.
✨ You are responsible for your internet experience! ✨
That being said: This blog does not support #frans, because it is pedophilia. (I can understand the perspective that people viewed the character as “themselves”; but if that is the case, why are you still naming them Frisk and not aging/changing them to look like an OC/persona??)
This blog is also against Incest of any variety. (I understand some cultures and this and that, and some people simply enjoy the taboo in their media consumption but not in real life- however I personally am extremely uncomfortable with it due to trauma, and will block/ignore/unfollow and so on to avoid seeing it on my internet feed.) This extends somewhat to “sanscest” because it feels close to incest for me, but at the same time like… i can also see it as self love? So I will sometimes like and reblog cool/cute art of sanscest, but reading it is too much for me. If a fic has several sans that “share” but do not interact sexually with each other, it can be okay. Depends.
Know that you are not obligated to interact, at all, with anything in this blog!! Lurkers are welcome. <3
Be respectful, kind and chill. We (should) all be adults here. This blog is age restricted, and I am passionate about creating a space for adults to be adults.
This blog is LGBTQ+ Supportive, Trans Supportive, Women's Rights Supportive, Black Lives Matter Supportive... You get it. Anyone hateful will be blocked without remorse.
This blog is against fighting/flaming/trolling. If you don’t agree with how someone portrays [insert character], thats valid- however, it is not valid to angrily attack and threaten them. If you do not like it, move on. If you don’t like how so and so is drawn, MOVE ON. There is a blog out there that caters to what you like, I’m sure. And if there isn’t? Make one. No one is required to change themselves to fit your opinions. Instead, make a place where people who share your opinions can interact with you. (You can be respectful and still disagree with someone/leave them alone).
Creator Credits:
Dust - Ask-DustTale
Killer - Rahawabas
Horror - Soul-Apple-Studios
Siren!Sans - llamagoddessofficial
Nightmare - Jokublog
Fell!Sans - ??
Error!Sans - ??
Fresh!Sans - ??
Will update as I find more of them
Hi hi, im Seoth. Kinda new here-kinda not. Its more like going back to roots, as this fandom is the very reason why i started to draw and holds a dear place in my heart. I missed those damm skelletons so much and this is my rendition of mtt ^^
Night will be drawn later as i have a very specific vision of him
horror (from horrortale) belongs to sour-apple-studios
dust/murder (from dusttale) belongs to ask-dusttale
killer (from killertale) (my favorite) belongs to rahafwabas
I am once again begging people to realize that AI checker doesn’t work. it’s never worked. it’s notoriously known to have flagged human-made works as AI and AI-generated works as human-made. and by feeding it people’s works, you are feeding more works to AI, because apparently the machine itself is AI.
the only thing AI checker does is harm genuine artists and people in general too.
And here the UF Sans version of the thing I just wrote like two hours ago LOL. I was finally struck with inspiration after a looooong time. I love writing one-shots.
Anyways. Here’s UF Sans helping Reader get out of a bad situation by… Well, by being himself.
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OK, that car was definitely following you.
At first, you had tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid. You could be paranoid a lot of the time. But it had been a while and the car was still going at an unusually slow pace.
You’d known it would be a bad idea to go walking so close to sundown. It was dark now, and there was no one along the sidewalk anymore. But no, you hadn’t wanted to miss your exercise. Idiot. And you couldn’t even go to your car, because your car was in the shop. You had taken a rideshare here.
There was a small restaurant just up ahead, though. A local burger place.
Knowing this was probably a bad idea, you began booking it down the sidewalk. The car, of course, sped up, but to your surprise it didn’t speed up next to you so that someone could grab you and yank you inside. You thought just being close to the restaurant would be your saving grace, but when you started to run through the lot, you realized that it was almost entirely empty. There were only five or so cars. And no one outside.
Please tell me they’re not closed.
You ran up to the front door and grabbed the handle, but when you pulled, it was locked. Only then did you see the big sign in the door that said they’d had to close early today. There was a leak or something. You peeked through the windows, but saw no one. You ran to the side of the building and saw another door, but it was for employees only, and there was no window outside. You decided to try it to make sure, but it was also locked.
Oh my God, I’m going to die. Or worse.
You heard the sound of the front door opening and started. You turned the corner, half expecting to bump into the driver of the car, but the stranger stepping outside didn’t even seem to notice you were there. And ohhhh my gosh.
Yes, they were a monster, but that wasn’t the part that made you hesitate to approach them, even as the vehicle you were running from pulled up in front of the restaurant. The part that made you hesitate was… well, everything else.
The skeleton making his way out of the building was of a shorter stature, sure. But he did not look particularly friendly. Like a lot of other monsters, he was dressed entirely in red and black, and he had extremely sharp teeth, which at the moment were preoccupied biting down on some fries he had carried out of the store with him. From the way the light of the street lamps glinted off one of those teeth, you could tell it was probably made of gold. His large eye sockets had little pinpricks of red light in them. This guy had clearly been in no shortage of trouble. Maybe approaching him for help would just get you into an even more dangerous situation?
Screw it, I’m gonna die either way, right?
You ran for the skeleton and, without thinking, grabbed the hood of his jacket. He seemed surprised, and then turned to look at you with a scowl.
“The fuck’re you—“
“Hi sweetie,” you said in a happy tone, which startled him into silence. “I didn’t know you were here.”
He looked baffled.
In a whisper, you explained your half-baked plan: “There’s a car following me. Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend.” You figured boyfriend might freak out the driver more than a friend.
He glanced at the car, then nodded.
Thank you.
He then surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your face grew warm.
“Sorry babe,” he said, giving you a lazy smile. “Shoulda invited you.”
Now that you’d heard him say a full sentence, you realized he had a Brooklyn accent. “No, it’s OK. I don’t have to be around for everything you do.”
“Yeah?”
He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you up against him. Shorter stature didn’t mean he was shorter than you— he was about your height. Hey.
“Well.”
He winked.
“I missed you,” he said quietly.
Uhhh. A part of you was thinking you’d made a huge mistake.
The other part of you was thinking you’d made the best decision of your life.
“Let’s get in my car, yeah?” Another wink. The winks were surprisingly charming. “We can drive somewhere nice and lonely.”
One of his hands moved to the small of your back.
“Get tah know each other better,” he said in a low voice.
OK, now you were trying to figure out if this was part of the act or if he was actually proposing the two of you have sex. Like an idiot, all you said was, “Uh.”
“That a yes?”
Nevermind, you now knew the question was serious. Trying to keep up the act, you said, “H… honey, you know I have work tomorrow.”
“Alright, babe.”
Phew.
“Where’s your car? I c’n walk you there.”
Oh.
“Um,” you said quietly, “I didn’t come here in a car.”
One of his eyebrows quirked up and he grinned wider. Those teeth really looked sharp.
“Oh?” he said.
You realized your face was on fire. “I… I can just call a rideshare.”
“But I’m your boyfriend,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. You tried to glare at him, but the grin had become less predatory and more playful, and his tone of voice was kind of silly.
It was kind of cute.
You peered over his shoulder and saw that the car that had followed you was no longer there.
“The car’s gone,” you informed him.
“Yeah, I know. It’s been gone.”
What? Your face got hot and you glared. “Then why are you still holding me?”
“Cuz you’re cute.”
Your face got hotter, much to your chagrin. He tilted his head.
“What’s yer name, beautiful?”
One of his fingers trailed along your back as he asked. You wanted to pull away… kind of. You could feel yourself getting comfortable in your current position.
“What makes you think I’ll tell you?” you asked.
Another silly grin. “What, you’re not gonna tell yer boyfriend yer name?”
“Ahaha,” you said, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. “Hilarious.”
A low chuckle. The baritone of his voice was… yeah, it was kind of attractive.
Trying to sound as reluctant as possible, you told him your name.
“Yeah?” he said. “Cute name.”
Your face got hot again. Ugh.
“Name’s Sans.”
You raised your eyebrows at him. “Who said I cared?”
His grin became devious again. “Yer face,” he said. “It’s real red, baby.
That just made it worse. “Well, maybe if you’d quit flirting with me it wouldn’t be.”
“Do you want me to quit?”
You glared, but you were less mad at him than you were at yourself. Because unfortunately… no, you did not want him to quit.
“C’mon baby,” he said. “Lemme take you home.”
“You mean my home, right?”
“Yeah.” A wink. “Unless you wanna stay at my place for the night. I’d like that.”
You were pretty sure this was all behavior that warranted a big slap across his cheek, but for some reason you found yourself really enjoying it. Seriously? This idiot?
“You can drive me home,” you said quietly.
“You sure?”
… Aw. That was actually kind of sweet. “Yeah.”
“Kay. Just making sure.”
What have I gotten myself into? was all you could think as he led you to his car. Now that he had let go of you, you realized he was still holding the box of French fries.
“You held onto those this whole time?” you said.
“What, you think I was gonna waste good fries? That’d just be stupid.”
He held one out to you.
“Want one?”
You just looked at him.
Then you snickered and took it.
At least as stupid as he was, he didn’t speed while driving or anything. In fact, your conversation wasn’t bad at all. He told you a little bit about himself, you told him a little bit about yourself. He made bad jokes. Apparently he was a fan of those. Despite his demeanor earlier, you realized throughout your interaction that he was really just a huge goofball.
It was a nice surprise.
When you got home (you really hoped letting him drive you home wasn’t a mistake), he grinned at you.
“Watch this,” he said.
And he disappeared from the driver’s seat. Just disappeared. You blinked, confused. There was a knocking on the window behind you, and you turned only to jump and let out a small yelp when you saw him standing right outside. He laughed a little as he opened the door.
“How the hell did you do that?” you asked.
“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said with another wink. “B’sides, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part is me being a gentleman an’ holdin’ the door open.”
You smiled as you got out. “You’re a dork.”
“Rude. I’m a bad boy.”
“Psh. You wish.”
He closed the door.
“Hey baby, ‘fore you go… can I kiss ya?”
No.
“OK,” was what came out of your mouth. It was accompanied by a small smile and everything.
You idiot.
His eyelights got really big in what was, quite frankly, an absolutely adorable expression. “Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“Wow, lucky me.”
“Did you think I was gonna say no?”
A shrug. “Pretty much.”
Huh? “Then why did you ask?”
“Cuz I’m stupid,” he said proudly.
“You are stupid.”
“Guess you like stupid, then.”
Oh. He was probably right. Aw, man. You rolled your eyes.
“Now.”
Sans surprised you by getting ahold of your hips. His eyes had lidded.
“‘Bout that kiss.”
OK. It’s just a kiss. One, small kiss. That’s all he gets.
To your surprise, that was what he gave you. Sort of. His teeth pressed against your lips and you kissed back. It probably lasted a few moments longer than it should have, but he was the one who pulled away first.
“Was it that bad?” you joked.
“Nah, it was great. I just ain’t gonna try my luck too hard.”
A mischievous grin.
“Unless that wasn’t enough for you, sweetheart.”
Nope. You had the feeling if you started making out with him, you’d wind up in the backseat of his car. Seriously. This guy.
“Geez,” you said, “take me out to dinner first.”
“Well, I was gonna ask, but I guess the answer is yes.”
Wait, what. Your face got hotter than it already was. “Huh?”
“I wanna ask you on a date. Ya ever been to that burger joint before?”
You shook your head.
“Boy, you are missin’ out. Lemme take ya.” A wink. “Please.”
No. You are not going on a date with him. Your standards are not that low and OK who are you kidding you’re definitely going on a date with him.
He must have noticed you hadn’t said anything. “You worried?” A grin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll treat you right.”
“OK, OK, I get it, you’re smooth.”
His eyelights got big again. “Your words, dollface, not mine.”
“Whatever.”
He dug his phone out of his pocket.
“Number?” he asked, in a very adorable tone of voice.
You sighed, like it was a great inconvenience. “Fine.”
“Score,” he said as he handed his phone over. That made you blush. You hated it.
You put in your number and handed his phone back. “OK, dummy. There you go.”
He looked excited, like a kid who’d been handed candy. Crap, he’s cute.
“I’ll message you when I get home, yeah?”
“You’d better not be a weirdo when you message people,” you said.
“Excuse you, I am a very respectful, well-behaved boy.”
“Yeah right.”
He snickered.
“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be outta your hair now.”
“Good riddance,” you said, trying to hold back a smile.
“Mean.”
He surprised you with a kiss on the cheek.
“I miss ya already, sweetheart.”
You looked away, your face flushing.
“OK, that’s too cute. I gotta get outta here or I’ll just stay forever.”
You smiled.
He closed his car door and then disappeared. When you leaned down to look through the window, he was back in the driver’s seat. You gave him one last smile and wave, and he returned it with a very sincere expression. Then you stepped back, and he drove off.
