Earlier today I was looking at my account on Pixilart, and saw a lot of stuff from months ago I either never finished or never uploaded. One of those was a gif of sans with multiple facial expressions.

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Earlier today I was looking at my account on Pixilart, and saw a lot of stuff from months ago I either never finished or never uploaded. One of those was a gif of sans with multiple facial expressions.
late colorized halloween comic!
Also I forgot to add this here on Tumblr for Undertale’s birthday
So here you go, here’s on DeviantArt:
http://danniellestefphantom.deviantart.com/art/Sans-Happy-Birthday-Undertale-634687454
Bad skelepun is bad. :D
THAT ADDITION TO SANS’ LAB IN THE PATCH I’M
GONNA
OH MY GOD MY HEART
I’m sorry I am trash
So, at my bookstore job, our medical reference display is presided over by Carter, the dapper skeleton:
Now, Carter is our display skeleton of choice for a number of reasons. Sentimental value, a good luck charm, an eternal inspiration for awesome fashion sense, etc.
But the main reason we keep him around is that he can’t be sold, due to the grave (heh) injury he has suffered.
See, at some point in the past, someone made off with poor Carter’s right foot and tibia. We have substituted as best we can, but Carter is forever going to be resigned to a simplistic wooden prosthetic.
However, despite his disability, Carter is still a valued member of the team. He dresses up for the holidays, holds signs, and helps us perpetuate the cheerful air that students have come to associate with our bookstore.
Heck, today, I even got the opportunity to do a little jig with Carter, because I was feeling festive, and my coworker wasn’t really up to dancing.
That’s right. I got to have a dance with Peggy Carter.
(Suck on that, Steve Rogers!)