#all sans

[sombraoscura15]

All le gusta hacer cosplay , una vez ayudo a fissure y le hizo prometer que lo acompañaria a su proxima convecion, fissure se arrepiente de ir hasta el dia de hoy.

parodia de in spectre

[misshidra]

I know that this fanfic is very old and may never end, but the most attractive thing is the narrative, characters that we all know but with such strong and marked personalities, it is a great story ...

I can only imagine Sans breaking Grillby's legs haha ​​... Good to be back, hope StaringBack cheers up too.

Here para leer 🥨💀💕🤦‍♀️

[zirkkun-uthcs]

What do you think the UL, UT, UF Sanses and Cross would like the most : a meteor shower, solar eclipse, or the aurora borealis?

Since this is a bit short, I'll include the other Sanses in here too!

Meteor Shower: Underfell!Sans, Underswap!Sans, Error, Swapfell!Sans, Fresh!Ink, swapx4!Sans, Act to Flirt!Sans

Solar Eclipse: XTale!Sans, Altertale!Sans, Insans, Pale, Fresh, Ragnartale!Sans, Underlust Reimagine!Sans

Aurora Borealis: Underlust!Sans, Outertale!Sans, Undertale!Sans, Dusttale!Sans, Aftertale!Sans, Ink, Template, Pigment

[aclovers]

Ok...so I got bored. Lol

[imsodamnself-sanstered]

@cheshidoodles

chara is a child who estimates the slightlest mark of affection from them as the worst crime on earth and skies but who’ll swear like a drunk sailor like nothing is up

and yeah when they think they speak about/to themselves in third person. it’s their way of self-encouragement.

[ravenwriting]

I'm stuck with all the Sans. That's gonna be one crowded but fun time xD

*Awkward silence with elevator music in the background* All of them at the same time: "Well... This has really lifted my spirit..." *Blueberry (US Sans) starts desperately banging on the door, screaming*

[sombraoscura15]

All y Fissure fueron a pedir dulcer por hallowen y fissure se disfrazo de Springtrap y All sans de Miku.

Fissure pensado: Este we me dijo que se iba a ir de miku pero pense que era el Meme de ella. ahora canta canciones a todos las casas que vamos.

All: Que pensaste cabron?

Fissure: A la madre!