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More Art for A Puzzle Just for Me by @neroli9 Spoilers for Chapter 98.
So I finally started reading “A Puzzle Just for Me”, by @neroli9 like I’ve been meaning to (I’ve read the first few chapters multiple times but just never had the time to fully read it) and decided to make a playlist of all the music in it as I read. And honestly I love it. Plus the neroli9 does so much research into it and provides visuals at the end of each chapter usually which is fabulous for people who have a hard time with mental imagery (I myself have aphantasia)
Would anyone want the Spotify link?
UT Sans/Reader, Circus AU, Poorly Timed Confession. (I'm chortling just imagining the possibilities...)
Clowns always kinda-sorta freaked you out.
“what’s wrong, pal? you don’t wanna clown around with me?”
Your nose reflexively scrunches up at the pun. “Why don’t you ever take your makeup off? It’s creepy.”
“who says i’m wearing make-up?”
You’re sitting on a bench within the empty circus tent. The show has been over for hours, and the animals you work with have long-since gone to sleep. You should have been, too, but… you just couldn’t seem to turn your mind off. You decided to go for a walk, which lead you to the tent.
It didn’t help. There was just something even more depressing about an empty tent.
Right as you were about to leave, Sans popped out from beneath the bench. You’re not sure if he was sleeping there or if he used his “specialty”, which happened to be disappearing and reappearing in strange places. He’d jump in a barrel and end up on the tightrope, riding a unicycle – things like that. Either way, he’d startled the hell out of you, especially because he was still in full stage attire.
…. Like he always was.
It unsettled you, but also weirdly drew you to him. He had a way about him that either made him the funniest person you’d ever met, or perhaps criminally insane. He was always smiling (he was wearing a shit-eating grin at the moment, one that stretched across his entire face and made his eyesockets seem smaller), wearing a rainbow wig that was faded and ragged, and oversized clown clothes. For some reason, he had chosen pink slippers that were ten times too big for his feet instead of floppy red clown shoes, but everything else looked pretty standard.
“You’re wearing make-up,” you insist, reaching out to smear a bright red circle on his cheek just to prove your point. It doesn’t smear. You narrow your eyes and rub harder, and he begins to chuckle.
Stupid smug clown. Without thinking, you lick your thumb and then rub it under the blue circles around his dark eyesockets. This time, it smears… but you can see what appear to be bags under his eyes. Does he ever sleep? What’s he even doing awake now?
“i don’t think i’ve ever had anyone stare at me like this. ya’know, it just seems in tents.”
You let your finger fall from the joke, and he chuckles, winking. You may need to pinch the bridge of your nose if this keeps on. “Sans, why are you even awake?”
He shrugs. “i saw you go in, and you always seem like you need a laugh. and lucky for you, i know my way around a funny bone. i’ve got a couple hundred of them.”
“Am I supposed to tickle them or something?” you ask, rather deadpan. He’s so taken aback – he can’t tell if you’re joking of not – that he stares at you for a beat before he guffaws.
Sans literally smacks his knee. “that was a real knee slapper, kid. you sure you’re not a little bit of a clown?”
“Definitely not.”
“well, would you like to go on a date with a little clown?”
Now, you’re the one that’s not sure if you heard that right. “Did you just say–”
Sans pulls out a flower from seemingly thin air and holds it out to you. Still reeling – and for some reason, with butterflies swarming in your belly– you take it.
………… It immediately squirts you with water in the face.
You throw the flower at Sans’s perpetual smile and stomp off.
“what? i thought it was a nice jester from a clown,” he calls out in a sing-song, smug voice.
You’re suddenly exhausted enough to sleep.
What do you mean there’s no ocean near New Ebott @neroli9? Limited sunlight? What does that have to do with anything??
Have some very self indulgent beach goers :)
Taking up Sans’ robe from A Puzzle Just for Me by @neroli9 I maybe should’ve just stuck to compositing, lord knows my drawing skills were not up to executing any part of this. Also I’ve never made fan art of anything ever?! So... I tried? Background from public domain Sans sprite from Undertale
Reader x Sans apartment chat for @neroli9 :3
Hi, I don’t know what this is???
@neroli9 ch. 39 gave me massive feels and so here...I guess...take this weird amalgamation of color? K thx.
IT’S TIME!!
STICKER TIME!
@neroli9 and I have come together to create 4 exclusive stickers for her amazing story “A Puzzle Just For Me”!!
These are a limited run, which means they’ll only be for sale until 01/07/19, so get them while you can!
I do lots of fan-based digital art.