Resident D&D Writer Gobbo

My online name's Shirokappa, but people call me "Dee." I've been playing D&D for like four or five years now, and it's been pretty chill. I write original stories as well as fanfiction. You can find more of my stuff on AO3 (Archive of Our Own) under the name "Articray200," but I'll be posting stuff here too. Help a brother out and repost my stuff!

[shirokappa]

hi! would it be ok with you if i drew my own sans sharing music with Tone? Its ok if not

Hi! I've been away from my Tumblr for so long lol. I don't have any problems with people drawing/using my Sans for anything. I'm just happy people like him.

[confuzzledcomet]

Ink and Tone listening to music together-

I want to draw more of Inks interactions with other characters. I'm definitely planning to use Cross tommorow cause I wanna draw him for his birthday . ,.

Ink sans belongs to @myebi /@comyet

Undertone sans belongs to @shirokappa

[shirokappa]

I’m so glad I found your blog! I kinda made up my own version of tone because I couldn’t find anything on him and I only recently found out he’s supposed to be blind lol, so I have a lot of headcanons for undertone.

I'm happy you liked him that much to make your own version! What headcanons do you have? I'd love to hear them!

[shirokappa]

You’re the creator or undertone!? Hes my favourite sans how have I not found you sooner

Hi! Yes, Undertone's my AU! I started it back when I was in early high school, I think. Not many people find me because I haven't been very vocal about Undertone. I lost my passion for drawing and became a writer instead.

I still like Undertone, but it's mostly a text-based AU in its current state. I currently have a WIP fanfiction on Ao3 (Archive of Our Own) where Undertone gets continued in a second, longer part. My username's Articray200.

I'm so happy to see a fan, even after the several years Undertone's flew under the radar! I have a few other projects I've been doing, but I haven't given up on that fanfic, and I still plan on continuing it.

Thank you so much for reaching out!

[wytrykusarchives]

The Milt Kahl Head Swaggle (Source: Cartoon Brew)

[spootywabbit]

I love it when you can pick up an animator’s quirks. 

[kaseylgifford]

     I’ve read in old interviews with Milt Khal’s fellow animators that he did the swaggle to purposefully show off. Moving the head in 3-d space is an exceptionally hard thing to do but Khal upped the level of difficulty to a place many animators wouldn’t go.      Not only are they all doing the swaggle you’ll notice they are all TALKING while they are doing it. This is back in the days where you had to use a timing sheet to pace your animation and a head swaggle doesn’t work if its too slow or too fast so he had to figure out the right speed so it looked natural while the character finishes what they have to say while not interfering with the distinct mouth shapes.       Not only did Khal do it without any shifting weight problems or timing issues he would often do it while moving the rest of the body. This isn’t his signature move just because he was good at it.This is his signature move because he was one of the only people skilled enough to DO IT AT ALL.

Milt Khal was a MASTER.

[riverthunder]

God, I can’t express to you how fucking DELIGHTED I become whenever they Milt Khal Head Swaggle Post graces my dash with its presence again.

[shirokappa]

Welp, finally got back into drawing. It’s been a pretty nice 3 years since I first joined the Undertale fandom. Got back into writing, got back into the amazing artwork, and I’m finally able to move on painful old memories.

Now all I have to do is keep trying to improve.

[memoricube]

~ deltarune ~

[whiteartblood]

I forgot to post this Lancer drawing, whoops!

(Click for better resolution)

[pirate-underune]

I have one (1) fear

[foxyfandoms]

Toby took the high road there instead of picking low-hanging fruit and I think we all thank him for it.

[shirokappa]

A Memory of an Old King

I grab my violin and sit in front of a patch of golden flowers, playing a tune I cherished so much. I liked to call it “Home” because of its comforting feeling. It was like a blanket you never wanted to let go of… just something you could hold close and call dear. The days were getting increasingly lonely, and my dependence on music was growing ever still.

The tune I played in front of the wilting flowers caused them to jump back to life stronger than before. This was the gift of music to all monsters—one chord, one word, one note could enrich, purify, and bless life. I look towards the ceiling of the Throne Room and try to piece together a new song to play… but I could think of none.

“king asgore…” A familiar skeleton’s voice finds its way into my throne room.

This was Sans.

“King is too formal,” I say, “Just call me Asgore,”

I never understood why he felt that it was so important to remain formal. I’m not a strict king—I lead with an open heart and mind. Even so, Sans was determined to make good first impressions each time he visited. He visited a lot, sometimes asking me what I spent my afternoon or morning doing. Usually, it was nothing. When Sans came along, however, things became interesting.

Sans is the only monster in the Underground with a stunted growth. Usually, from birth, monsters have magic that surrounds them in a sort of White Noise. I can see these—they’re essentially the life energy a monster projects. The stronger the monster, the more White Noise that flows from them. Naturally, I have the most. Sans, however, barely has any—his White Noise surrounds him in a way that gives him just a slight outline. It’s almost unnoticeable, and you’d think he had no magic at all. It’s for his stunted growth that he’s blind. Still, he doesn’t let that dim his vision of life.

“um... you called it ‘golden flower tea’?” Sans looked just above my head.

Bless his heart—he was unsure about so many things. I had to wonder about all the things he failed to witness in his life.

“Ah, it’s a tea I used to drink with my wife,” I explained, “But now, all I have is myself, my thoughts, and my music. I’ve mostly moved on.

“Sometimes, however…” I continue, lifting the teacup to my lips, “I do dwell in the past,”

Surprisingly, Sans picked up on the meaning behind my remark.

“you can move through time?” the white eighth note in his right eye socket glows brighter.

“Correct.” I nod. “Do you wish to know how?”

“y-yes, please!”

The universe and universes beyond all act on a timeline—a series of events that can be changed depending on an individual’s reactions. I see these multiple timelines as Measures. Each has a specific set of music that aligns with the nature of their universe whether it be calm or bouncy. When I play the songs of these timelines in reverse, I am able to go back in time. Doing so requires practice, precision, and a powerful amount of magic—something only I and Toriel are capable of.

There is a way to travel to multiple universes. When one combines all of the Measures of a universe together into one full piece of music, they are taken to that universe and placed in a Measure proportionate to the one they left from. That is something I myself am not capable of. I do know a person who was, however, but he is long gone.

I do not bother traveling back in time, but I reach into my robe and place a piece of sheet music down in front of Sans. He glances just below where I placed the paper, and I mentally sigh. Right, yes, he’s blind. I reach out and place my hand on his forehead, briefly linking the songs in my mind to his own. I pick out one piece—the Measure of this timeline—and focus my magic on it. The eighth note eye light jitters, becoming a bass clef for only a fraction of a second before returning to normal.

The eye light gave off a blue mist, energy bursting from it and traveling down his hands. In an instant, with some odd magic, he gathered his energy into a ball and summoned an instrument—a flute. I was intrigued; Sans always use a trombone whenever he wanted to play music—a flute was something I’d barely ever seen him touch.

And then, he began that song. Each note was played exactly as it should have been in reverse. All at once, I became aware of Sans’ growing White Noise. That outline of energy hovering just off his body… expanded. The aura had spread to incredible levels, almost filling the entire room. My eyes widened as I glanced about, seeing every ounce of magic grow ever still. Did I awaken something? I could hear a song rise in my heart involuntarily, attracted to the reverse music.

And in a flash of light, Sans disappeared from the Throne Room. I sat, bewildered, and let my mind wander. Placing a head in my hand, I close my eyes. Sans, magically stunted, performed a feat that I thought would result in him falling unconscious. Yet, without hesitation, and on his first try, he had strung a Chord within the Measure. His magic was… terrifyingly powerful, and it was concealed this entire time.

Is he even aware of his potential?

[leafaske]

He’s a little teapot, short and stout.

This was my first thought when I saw Lancer’s idle pose, so I thought I’d share in the best way I could.

I mean.

Look at this boy.

I almost wonder if it was intentional.

[kazooldlekatdoodle-deactivated2]

when it comes to complimenting someone on talent, drawings, singing, any talent. dont self doubt yourself while doing so. you may not mean it or know it, but it really puts us down more than brings us up…

[ninjahaku21art]

^^^^ Seriously 100% yes.

[itsbats]

May I ask how exactly it puts you down? They are complimenting you in the end.

[kazooldlekatdoodle-deactivated2]

ehmm…allow me to explain . yes, im glad they like my art, im sure anyone would. this puts us down because they are wanting to destroy what they made because of us. like, because we draw good, they want to rid of anything they worked on. stop doing what they enjoy , and quit, all because we do something good or in their eyes “better” . it doesn’t make us feel good to see people stop or quit what they use to enjoy because of us. some people do it just fir attention and others do it because they actually feel that way. why would we feel happy about that?

[pineapplesquash]

To be basic-

We’re not gonna be happy to be the cause of someone feeling awful about their own art.

Who in the goddamned would ever-

[preciousspoon]

reblogging this here for more relevance– but OP has stated it well already But, please be proud of your art. It’s okay to look up to someone for their art. It’s not okay to feel like you’ll never get to their level. You WILL get to their level, and the first step is to be proud of what you create. Confidence comes with PRACTICE. Just please keep on drawing.

[dragoncartridge]

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

[shirokappa]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Papyrus (Undertale), Sans (Undertale), Asgore Dreemurr, Original Undertale Character(s) Additional Tags: Undertale AU, UnderTone, Tone!Sans - Freeform, Tone!Asgore, Tone!Papyrus, Undertale Genocide Route Summary:

Magic fills the Underground with sound and music that couldn't be heard anywhere else. While the humans lived out their days above ground, the monsters stayed below, banded together, and played their hearts out. The Sans of this world, blind since creation, finds himself and his brother in a crisis they never would've expected.

Music is disappearing, and it's only a matter of time before the entire world falls silent.

I’ve been busy revising the chapters to my Undertone story to better reflect my current writing quality. I think I’ve gotten a hell of a lot better. This is where I’ll be putting the improved version of Undertone from now on, so feel free to check it out whenever you get the chance. Major differences happen starting with the second chapter.

[lame-4-u]

@articray200 I love your blog, stories, art, and your AU, I hope you like this little doodle I drew for you!

[shirokappa]

Undertone, Chapter Six

“Howdy!” Asgore’s voice was all too comforting.

“h-hey, king-”

“King’s too formal… please, just call me Asgore.”

Whereas Undyne looked up to Papyrus, I looked up to Asgore. Asgore had been through arguably the most painful experience out of us all, and he was still able to smile at the end of the day. Violins were the instrument of the day… and every day. Asgore just really liked violins, and after months of speaking with him, I understood why: they were just comforting to hear. In fact, Asgore’s playing almost made me forget about the crisis.

“a-asgore, please, we’re in danger,” I began, “i think you and i should get a human soul and leave.”

“But my people are still out there.” Asgore leaned down. “Why so hasty all of a sudden? This isn’t like you, Sans.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but apparently, something clicked at the back of Asgore’s head.

“Which means this must be cause for distress!” He grasped my hands, staring at me attentively with determined eyes. “Please, tell me what’s troubling you.”

“th-there’s a human down here—it’s… a kid.” I grasped onto my scarf. “s-so many monsters died trying to get rid of it. i… i need your help! you’re strong enough to fight them, so… so please.”

Asgore understood my plea and immediately grasped his weapon, a scythe. I could sense the anger in him when I mentioned his fallen people. With a proud stance and a ready mind, he left the throne room. I understood his resolve now—putting the lives of his people before himself is what made Asgore a good king. He wasn’t perfect, but I looked up to him. I wanted to be as strong as him. With the magic in Papyrus’ scarf, I navigated my way back to a corridor described as grand and glittering gold. A flute noise played as the human showed themselves at the other end of the hall. They stepped forward, raising their knife. I could feel shivers wracking my bones. Near me stood Asgore, an uncharacteristically fierce expression on his face.

“Human...”

He raised his scythe.

“Goodbye~!”

“G-GGAAAHHH!”

That was Asgore’s voice. The sound of a body hitting the ground and disintegrating echoed throughout the hall. Silence. I heard footsteps moving towards me, getting closer and closer.

“d-don’t hurt me! i-i don’t want to die!”

“Sans.”

“it hurts! I’M DYING. IT HURTS!”

“Sans!”

“Sans, it’s alright.” Asgore’s voice finally reached me.

I felt lightheaded. I had imagined all of that. Asgore squeezed my hands to drag me out of my trance. It was in that moment that I realized my hands were shaking. Was… was I crying? No, it’s certain, I was crying.

“You look so pale…” Asgore frowned. “Please, take a moment to rest. Have a cup of tea and two slices of bread.”

He patted my head, and I had managed to stop shivering. Asgore was amazingly gentle. I wouldn’t have anyone else as our king. The small meal did help calm me down—golden flower tea was Asgore’s specialty. Still, the comfort couldn’t last forever; we were still in danger.

“You know what we must do, yes?” The sound of an empty teacup hitting a tiny platter followed. “That human’s soul is the last one we need to break the barrier.”

I flinch, throwing my hood over my head. “y-you’re saying we have to fight that thing!?”

“It would be best if they not escape along with us.” Asgore stood. “Wave away your worried face! It’ll be alright.”

He was already leaving, ready to throw himself out there without a moment’s notice. He was fully ready to die. Something clicked at the back of my head, and I was following behind Asgore the second his other foot left the room.

“but... what if it isn’t alright?”

“Then…” Asgore sighed. “... then, it was nice being your king.”

We stepped into the Last Corridor.

“I want you to know that the moments I’ve had drinking tea and playing music with all of you… were some of the happiest moments of my entire life.”

We weren’t alone. The human was already approaching, dull flute notes announcing their presence. I was shaken to the core, still partially behind Asgore. Even when he wasn’t facing me, he could tell I was frightened.

“It’s okay.” He rested a hand on my head.

Somehow, that was all the reassurance I needed. Even when the going gets tough, it would be okay. I miss you, Papyrus.

“Are you sure this is a human?” Asgore asked me. “This isn’t even a monster I recognize…”

The sound of a blade scraping against the ground, Asgore’s blade, was followed by the gust of a flame sparking to life. Before battle, Asgore always lit the blade of his scythe on fire. I’d always wondered how he was able to put his magic into a weapon, but he never gave any hints. Small sounds of a jingling necklace responded to the scraping.

“I’d ready myself if I were you,” Asgore said to me.

I nod, the scarf around my neck floating an inch off of me, moving like some wind had caught it.

“i-i’m ready.”

One thing that surprised me during this fight was what I saw. Yes, I could see, but not in a way that I expected. Instead of total, complete darkness, I could see soundwaves. Wherever the human moved, I would see them, their body covered in the soundwaves. I could see Asgore and myself as well. Some saving grace had given me what I needed to fight--I could hear so much more. This… was not going to waste.

A blade crossed with Asgore’s. Monster souls were culminations of their entire being, and the more will they fought with, the stronger they wound up being. I knew that if Asgore fought with everything he had, he’d be a match for the human. Still, the hallucination from earlier… forced doubt to the front of my mind. What if we lost? Then… then…

“It’s okay.”

I shook my head and took in a deep breath. It’d be fine. With all the magic I had, I summoned a blaster. It missed.

The human was way too good at dodging. I thought the moment I landed one, that’d be that, but nope. My shots weren’t strong, I was terrible at aiming, and Asgore was having to carry more and more of the weight I put out there. His bullets covered the Last Corridor, spiking the temperature. With his scythe, he cut a rift in space and shot the bullets into it. It closed before multiplying and spreading out all over the Corridor. I took refuge behind a pillar, but nothing prepared me for when the pillars started crashing down, a storm of fire magic scorching the floor and ruining the decor. Asgore’s might was terrifying, something I was fortunate to never experience before. Dust was flung into the air--I could see all of it laced with the soundwaves that formed. Asgore gripped his blade tightly. He and I knew it wasn’t over.

I peeked out from behind a tower of rubble.

“is... is he gone?” I call with a shaky breath, “did you get hi-GGHRK!”

A hand tightly grasped my collar, dragging me to the floor.

No, he didn’t.

Something pierced my chest. With the angered cries of Asgore filling the Last Corridor, and the pain that shot through me, I was almost too dazed to tell. A knife…? Was it a knife?

… It was a hand. Through the cloth and bone, the human had dug their hand in and grabbed my soul. Though it was hard to tell, from my own scream of pain, I could faintly see the edges of the human’s mouth curl upwards. I saw several different lights, some of them bright while others were dim. I lurched forward and grabbed the human’s arm with both my hands, trying to keep my soul where it was. Still, I could never be as strong as them. Never in a million years. … I could feel my soul… shattering into a thousand pieces. Crushed between their fingers. … Goodbye...

“... SANS?”

I heard his voice, calling to me through some sort of abyss. It was strange. It was strange to feel nothing. I couldn’t see soundwaves. I couldn’t hear music. I…

… Papyrus?

“SANS, WAKE UP.”

I… could see. It was a splash of color right before me, giving me a full, clear picture of something I could never really enjoy. I saw a field of golden flowers, petals gently falling from somewhere in the sky. There was a white background that seemed to neither begin nor end. In the middle of the field of golden flowers was Papyrus.

And I cried. I sank into the field, throwing my hood over my head again and trying to quiet myself. This was probably another hallucination. I’m not getting tricked again. Never again… never again. But even when I thought I was dreaming, Papyrus proved me wrong. His arms wrapped around me in a hug, pulling me close. I forgot what it felt like to just… be there with my brother. It felt like it’d been… years. To be honest, it probably had been more than just years. I wasn’t able to tell. But...

“I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN!” He squeezed me a bit.

That loud voice… it still felt like a dream. I didn’t want to believe it—not after this long. But, that loud voice almost made me want to smile. It was so hard.

“is it really you…?” I ask.

“WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE?” he responds.

With those words, I hug Papyrus as tightly as I can.

“i didn’t get ‘em, paps.” I lower my gaze to the flowers. “the king might die too.”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU’RE NOT DEAD.”

“w-what…?” I flinch, looking back up to Papyrus. “but my soul-”

He was holding it. In his hands, two halves of a soul sat. I caught it all too late, but Papyrus was disappearing. As he began to fade, white stitches began messily linking the two back together. Papyrus was finally leaving me.

“w-wait, i don’t care about dying if it means i can just… sit here with you and stop caring!” I fumble across the next words. “you don’t—i don’t want you to… stop!”

I grab Papyrus’ hands, looking up to his face. He looked… disappointed. The sudden change in expression surprised me. I immediately let go of his arms.

“SANS… Sans… Sans Sans Sans… that’s not something I’d never expect to hear you say.”

His loud voice had faded, and he spoke unusually calmly.

“I know… I know me leaving hurt you, and I know no apology is going to make up for that, but the reason I look up to you is because you care.”

“what…?”

Papyrus sighed. “I’ve had some time to think and… I’ve realized I can be a bit much for you. It’s not fair for you… especially since, uh…”

He gestured towards his sockets.

“Still, despite everything I’ve done, despite all the problems I can get into, you’re still there at the end of the day to walk me through everything and tell me I’m doing fine. Even if I’m not, it felt… nice. Thank you.”

Thank you…

He handed me my soul, waving.

“w-wait, i…!”

“Go make others happy.” Papyrus smiled once again. “I’LL STILL BE BY YOUR SIDE! GOODBYE BROTHER! I LOVE YOU!”

“goodbye papyrus…”

Darkness, from one abyss into the next… I could hear the sound of Asgore’s blade cutting through the air wildly. I could feel the rage.

I was alive again. Exhausted, full of tears, but alive. With the shockwaves, I could see Asgore matching blades with the human once again. I saw my chance, summoning a blaster and catching the human off guard. They rolled into a pillar, bits of rock crumbling and falling onto the human’s body. A flash of crimson splattered across the ground. It was done.

I walked up to the human and found their soul lingering. Being careful not to absorb it, I look over the body.

“goodbye... you dirty brother killer.”

Asgore huffed, slouching. “Fortunate… I couldn’t have taken much more of that.”

“we got it, asgore.” I turn to him. “here’s the soul.”

Another hug drew me in. Fluffy, soft arms once again told me that everything would be alright. Even with my back against the wall, I would be okay.

I was shaking with both fear and excitement at what would lie beyond the barrier. Asgore made it perfectly clear that he couldn’t wait. The seven human souls circled above his head.

“For generations, we’ve lay silent down here. We hid ourselves away because the world feared us. No more. No more will we be condemned to this.”

“Many have sacrificed themselves to see the freedom of our people. Some were good, some were bad. Yet, all mattered in one way or another.”

“Today… a new age will begin.”

“One to turn the world over sevenfold.”

The sound of glass shattering was all I needed to hear. And though we stepped from under the ground and into a soundless world, neither of us were afraid.

“Are you ready?”

“... more than i’ll ever be, asgore.”

[shirokappa]

nani the fucc

What. It's been ages, what is--

How long has it been since that name's been said--"Undertone"?

I should probably get back to finishing that story...

[proletarianprincess]

lmao on the edinburgh zoo site it says “there is a daily penguin parade at 14:15 but it may be cancelled last minute as it is a voulntary parade, we do not coax the penguins with food, and they may not want to go out” lmao anarchopenguinism

[cannibality-deactivated20250227]

this is the cutest goddamn thing i’ve ever heard

[livenudegirl]

I saw the penguin parade. It was a very slow parade, because the pingüinos take their sweet time and aren’t very fast walkers to begin with.

[airyairyquitecontrary-deactivat]

can I volunteer to be a penguin

[commander-damneron]

I feel like the world needs to know the context of the edinburgh zoo penguin parade, becausr I’ve been going there my entire life and I only found out about this the other year.

So a while back (I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was some time around the 40s/50s), a bunch of penguins escaped. A keeper left the gate open so a bunch of penguins just… followed them. And the people loved it. Look at these adorable birds outside their cage just following that guy around! So they get all the penguins back inside and realise that none of them really ran off, they just followed the keeper and went back inside and crowd thought it was amazing, so why not make it a regular thing? Get enough people there that if one of them goes to make a run for it (which at least one has in the past), they can’t get past the people, and let the ones who want outside have a little wander. So every day, they get a crowd, they open the gate, and whatever penguins want to get out can go, waddle about, squawk at people, and then hop back inside.

Also, one of those penguins is Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III, Colonel-in-cheif of the Norwegian King’s Guard. This isn’t really related to the parade at all, I just love the fact that there’s a penguin in the Norwegian army

[runrunningrunner]

Reblogging with Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III inspecting his troops.

Carry on …

[breatherunlive]

I love everything about this post.

[systlin]

If I fail to reblog this it is because I am dead.