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Short Cuts

so I wanted to show what it looks like when Sans telaports them places. it's also simular to when frisk resets. I also wanted to work on shading and lighting

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Made this on the same mini sketchbook haha.

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The closeness

Umbratale Sans x Frisk

I wanted to really work on the chemistry between these two!

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Chapter 65 is out!

Here's a snippet~

The two laid arm in arm, Sans running his thumb along her exposed skin. Drunk on the hazy afternoon and their own pleasure. She hummed and wrapped an arm around him, a small smirk lifting the corners of her lips. 

"When was your first time?" She asked with a sleepy yawn. Sans sighed in thought as he pondered her question. 

"Shit man, put me on the spot why dontcha… I was sixteen and really fuckin stupid," he said with a small, bittersweet laugh. Frisk joined in and nodded along her agreements. 

"God. Story of my life," she grumbled. There was a breath of understanding shared between them. The feeling of being in each other's arms. Complete, souls glinting with contentment. 

"You know… I never expected you to be like this. When we first knew each other that is," she murmured, her hair curtaining her face as she propped herself up on her elbow. Sans grinned and shook his head as he gazed up at her. 

"What did you think I'd be like?" He asked. Frisk shrugged as a darkness passed over her eyes. 

"An asshole… but you've really proved me wrong," she purred as she kissed his jaw. He smiled and ran a hand through her hair. 

"That's the asshole who you compare me to… right?" 

"Do you blame me?" 

"No..." 

"Hm, well… I'll let you know if that changes."

"Well… I'm relieved you gave me the chance to prove you wrong," he said with a wink. She smiled blissfully and ran a hand along his bare sternum. For a man made of bones, he could be quite comfortable. 

"So am I… tell me something… when did you first find me attractive? Like… this is silly but, did you ever like…" Sans laughed at her musings and he nodded slowly. A blush rose to her cheeks and she grinned. Of course, half a year ago she'd have been appalled but… that was ancient history and she had to be honest with herself. The darker side of her revelled in the attention. Consensual attention was always appreciated. 

"Um… well—" he cut himself off with a nervous laugh and she giggled along. 

"Well if we're being honest here, you're really -no- extremely attractive. I would be lying if I said I wasn't side eyeing you from the moment we met." Frisk bit her lip as her cheeks flushed. She didn't doubt that for a second, after all… she had noticed his curious and lust-filled gazes. She shivered at the memories. 

"Yeah?" He nodded and hummed as he twirled a lock of her hair between his fingers. She bit her lip. 

“Was there a specific moment?” she asked in her sugar coated voice and his eyelights brightened. 

“You're a little vain,” he teased. Her face went flush and she whined playfully at the words. He chuckled and cupped her face, giving her forehead a kiss. 

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