Attention everyone please ignore this user as well as their affiliated acc and if necessary block the heck outta them
Y'all still remember user Lieldamoza(who eventually made another acc named amunoelising) right??? That one annoying kid that is now deactivated, here's a refresh on their previous behavior
Well the annoying ask blog is run by them. Not really to hard to figure it out 'cause they leave obvious traces. Anyways, i gave them a chance but NOW they're really crossing lines. So everyone I'd like your cooperation and to ignore the accounts mentioned and if being harassed via dm or ask, block the user, since reporting isn't the most viable way for me rn(but if you know a method of reporting or if this can be reported let me know!)
Theyre just using my character to gain popularity, which is a dumb way tbh, regardless if theyre even portraying my characters right or not. And they're using my artwork without my permission and they refused to take it down, they even send out ask to other people and i don't want people to have a bad impression on anti or any of my characters theyre wrongly acting as. So please spread the word or whatever would help
how does one go about keeping a comic type thing going? ive had an idea for one for a while and its frustrating because, while i have the motivation to start it, and have ideas, im worried about it not getting any attention or interaction and that i wont have motovation past making like... 3 posts. do you have any advice? sorry about the long ask fhshfhd
I don't know about advice...but I can tell you the way I deal with comics, and you decide for yourself how useful it is, okay? Because it's pretty controversial.
So, I do what I want to do. That's it.
If I want to draw a comic, I start doing it. And if after three pages my motivation is gone, I quit without remorse.
I don't really think about how I'm going to find an audience for the story, how many likes it's going to get, or how I'm going to keep myself motivated. I just get into the process the second an idea pops into my head.
Which has led to me having quite a few comics and half of them unfinished. But I don't particularly regret that, because half a comic is better than no comic at all
It's very unprofessional, but luckily I'm not a professional, so I just amuse myself by drawing stories ',:)
Kids, and I say this with all love, you can have a lengthy DNI or you can get mad when strangers block you with no prior explanation, but you cannot do both and expect to be treated like a grownup. If you ask people within certain demographics not to interact, you can't be mad when they take steps to ensure they won't.
Strong boundaries are good, and vocalizing your boundaries is good. It's just that a boundary line works both ways, and if you don't want to talk to me on principle, sometimes in practice that means you don't get to talk to me. It's a difficult thing to accept that not everyone wants to interact with you either, but being able to shrug and move on is part of becoming an adult.
Or you can keep yelling anonymously into the void of my inbox, up to you. Therapeutic I suppose, even if it's also weirdly obsessive.
Thank you for the commission, @silcatian! Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think this might be the first time I've written a Swap Sans! 👀 I went the true himbo route
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“TSK! HONESTLY!”
...
Huh. You perked up, at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice- he didn't usually sound frustrated when cooking. Unless his brother had walked in with takeout. You closed your work laptop, getting up off the couch and heading into the kitchen.
“What is it?” You poked your head in. Sans was wearing his post-workout gear, fresh out of the shower, he looked remarkably handsome dressed in just shorts and a loose white top with ‘AWESOME DUDE’ written on the front in very faded black marker. He was holding a still-sealed packet of gnocchi and glaring at it; the stovetop was decorated by a saucepan of almost-boiling water, and a second shallower pan that contained some kind of pleasant smelling creamy sauce.
He narrowed his sockets at the packet, as he put it back on the countertop. “THIS GNOCCHI IS ENCOURAGING THE CONSUMPTION OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC! CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC IS NOT HEALTHY FOR HUMANS. THAT, I KNOW. I SHOULD’VE MADE MY OWN PASTA FOR OUR ROMANTIC DINNER! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WOO YOU IF MY COOKING IS FULL OF CARDBOARD AND PLASTIC?”
“... Erm...” You were trying not to laugh. You hadn’t been aware tonight was supposed to be a romantic dinner. “Explain a bit more...?”
He jabbed a finger, accusingly, at the packaging.
“THE TEXT HERE CLEARLY INSTRUCTS ME TO ‘ADD BOX TO BOILING WATER’!”
...
Oh my Stars.
You tried not to laugh. You really did. But you couldn’t help it, a little giggle came out.
“Sans...” You said, moving over to the countertop and picking up the offending box. “I’m pretty sure it means add the contents of the box.”
He glanced over at you, with those beautiful sky blue eyelights. “... REALLY?”
“... Yeah.” You scanned the package, and it just confirmed your suspicions. “You’ve bought a two person gnocchi serving. And you’re reading the part about ‘to serve two’. It just wanted you to use all the gnocchi in the box, boo.”
“HM.” He scratched his chin, but his happy aura didn’t lessen at all. He always took these things in stride. “WELL, I SUPPOSE THAT DOES MAKE A LOT MORE SENSE. I DID THINK IT WAS ODD.”
Your boyfriend was the smartest person you’d ever met, by no stretch of the imagination. But simultaneously, he was one of the most blunt, and easily confused.
He had multiple PhDs. That wasn't a joke, they were framed on the wall, he collected them mostly just for the fun of it. Statistics, mathematics, ‘puzzleology’ or something, a lot of space related stuff you didn’t understand. Numbers went through his head like he was a living calculator, his propensity for puzzles was absolutely unmatched and his eyelights merely had to scan something for him to make the most incredible difficult conclusions with total ease. A Sherlock in his own right. He explained astrophysics, both theoretical and non-theoretical, as easily as if he was explaining the answers to the morning crossword.
... And yet. He once asked you how to spell YMCA. On your first date, he pondered why humans got salmonella from raw eggs, because he thought it came from salmon. The two of you were watching a documentary about a lion pride and he asked if it was ‘based on a true story’.
Honestly? You just loved him more for it. It was funny and endearing. His line about salmonella had made you so giggly (much to his apparent delight) you’d thought about him all day- every Sherlock needs a Watson, right? You were not mathematically gifted, but that was okay. Sans did yours and his brother’s taxes because he just enjoyed crunching the numbers, and meanwhile, you could explain that when the recipe said the steak needed to ‘sit’ for half an hour, it didn’t mean on a chair. The two of you covered each other’s weaknesses.
Your running theory was that he was just too smart. Day-to-day stuff went over his skull, just like academic stuff went over yours. And that was okay. You knew he wouldn’t judge you for struggling with numbers, let alone for not understanding his long enthusiastic tangents about incredibly complex mathematical theories, he knew you wouldn’t judge him when he openly questioned why the plural of foot was feet but the plural of boot wasn’t beet.
...
... To be fair, you didn’t get that one either.
Sans opened the gnocchi and put it on to boil. It only needed a few minutes before it was already done, ready to strain. Sometimes, you just didn’t understand; he was an absolutely incredible cook, on your first date at his place he’d made seared ahi tuna steaks with some kind of delicious sweet lemony sauce, full of complicated flavours you didn’t understand, pulling out all the stops to impress you. It had completely blown your mind, especially when he openly admitted he wasn’t familiar with cooking with human food.
... And at the same time, when he made tacos for his brother, he filled them with glitter.
Non edible glitter.
You strained the gnocchi for him. It always surprised you, how fast the stuff cooked. He added the pasta to the sauce, tossing it all together and throwing in a little sprinkle of something green, then setting it down to reduce.
You leant back against the counter.
“... You know I’m already wooed, right?” You said, softly. “And not just by your cooking.”
“OF COURSE, BOO.” Confident as ever. “BUT I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH AND IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO MAKE SURE YOU ARE RE-WOOED REGULARLY, TO ENSURE YOU FEEL APPRECIATED.”
You felt your cheeks get pinker. “Is that one from your dating manual?”
“NOPE.” He winked. “THAT’S A SANS ORIGINAL. MWEH-HEH.”
He held his hand out. You took it, linking your fingers with his bones and giving a gentle squeeze.
“... Well. Consider me feeling appreciated.”
He beamed. “EXCELLENT! MY DATE NIGHT WAS SUCCESSFUL, AND IT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET!”
He had you giggling again. He always seemed to.
“Do you wanna eat on the couch? That new black hole documentary is on in twenty minutes.”
“ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO WATCH IT TOO?”
“Absolutely. You might have to explain some stuff to me, though. Like... the whole ‘time slowing down as you fall in’ thing.”
“WELL, IT’S VERY SIMPLE, ACTUALLY!” His eyelights flared up into stars, infectious grin spreading across his cheeks. “IF YOU WERE AN OBJECT APPROACHING A BLACK HOLE, IT WOULD APPEAR AS IF TIME WAS SLOWING AROUND YOU...”
You let him continue, allowing yourself to indulge in another of his tangents. You just liked hearing him talk about something he was interested in.
... He thought it was his cooking, good looks and dating manual advice that had won you over. And they certainly helped. But really... it was this sort of thing that had ‘wooed’ you, in the end.
This was the promp for fairy tale~
There is the description that I have in my DA for this one:
“Oh sing sweet nightingale”
Sans can’t help but melt to Frisk’s sweet singing and kind pampering. Becoming her center of attention, putting him ahead of her duties knowing he can get her into trouble, was something so tempting… But he loves to make her choose him. Always him. Besides, who needed a stupid dance in the castle if she had him to keep her company all night? She didn’t need a prince if she had her king right here.
Cinderella/Frisk and UF!Sans/Lucifer
It’s a huge cat, I know xd
🌼I am not one to ramble on this blog, however, there are just a few things that have been irking me lately. You don’t have to read this but if you do I hope you take something away from it at the very least.
Here is the deal everyone. I love this fandom. I love it’s creators. The imagination and creativity is some of the best stuff I have ever seen out of fan work. As with any fanbase there will always be those toxic and unsavory people and I’ve noticed that lately that seems to be growing. No one sees this from me because I delete or ignore the hate sent my direction.
Some creators are super sweet, helpful, and encouraging. Others are rude, egotistical, and cruel. DONT BE LIKE THEM. I’ve met my fair share. I won’t name people obviously because I am not going to stoop to their level. Remember that just because they are a good artist does not make them a good person. The truth always comes out eventually.
I am here to tell you that the amount of hate I get is unprecedented. Not just eww you ‘ship this’ type but personal, mean, and harassing attacks. I try to be as up beat as possible on here because you all come here for some cute drawings for some good reading. What you don’t see are the sleepless nights, the crippling anxiety and depression. You honestly don’t need to.
I work very hard on the content I produce because I LOVE IT. I wouldn’t invest so much time on all this if I didn’t want to do it. People taking the time to reblog, comment, and asks is more than I could ever hope for.
So I want to say this. Do you remember when you first picked up the game? The feelings that UT gave you? To me it seems like so many have lost sight of what the core of the game is. I am not one to tout a games praises as nothing is perfect, however, it was not the game itself that resonated with me. It was the message. That you can do what you want. You can be a jerk but there is personal accountability and consequences to that.
UT is about who you meet and what you do. No one is perfect as we are all human but so many people especially online treat people like they aren’t. I call it one and done. You mess up then screw you. That is not what it should be. People make mistakes treat people like humans not some kind of punching bag.
You also DONT know the people behind the screen. Why are you attacking people that you don’t even know? Would you go up to a stranger and do the same thing? I don’t think so. Where is your decency? What do you get out for being a complete asshole to others?
I have had people sending me hurtful DMS, I have had them slander my character, I HAVE HAD THEM GO TO MY FRIENDS AND TRY TO CONVINCE THEM THAT THEY SHOULDN’T BE FRIENDS WITH ME. Are you kidding me?! They don’t know me. What gives them the right to do shit like that?
On a note in a similar vein… artists are not here to make the art you want, writers are not here to write your stories. Stop giving them crap for not doing what you want. They take time out of their lives to create content at all. I have heard so many stories where people have been pushed away and stopped creating because of this behavior.
Don’t like a ship? Fine. Be respectful and state that. Don’t be an asshole on how this person is x y and z and how they are the devil. I am so sick of that too. This fandom has pushed away some of my favorite content creators because they were complete assholes about it. Draw and like what you do but be respectful about it.
We are all human, start treating people like it. Take what you remember from the game… the one we have come together to love… and apply it. Forgiveness is a big one but just being a decent human is not that hard. Think before you speak, think before you type and remember that your words might impact that person behind the screen.
Gaster may have caught him off guard, but Flowey’s not done with him–he’s not about to let Gaster take away the one person who could possibly understand him. He’s finally doing something to earn his ‘best friend’ image.
I had some fun with this page! Coming up with all the little moments of Frisk and the monsters was nice, and then getting to draw some of Flowey’s off-kilter expressions, both were a nice stretch of the creative muscles.
Flowey has more to say next time–look for the next page on Feb. 23rd!
So we know that Sans lost to Cecil on this year's Tumblr Sexyman Rematch. So to make up for it, to the Undertale fans, I give you... Drumroll please!
..Very funny, Classic. Anyway, I give you..
Tumblr Sexyman Rematch: Sans AU Edition!
Here's how it works: Every day at 3 PM on my Tumblr, until the final round, there will be a poll for two Sanses that will last a day each. Most votes wins the round!
However, for simplicity's sake, I only chose 16 Sanses, because there are way too many to put in one list.
My Blue interpretation from the “Leviathantale Lore” by the amazing Sku and the beautiful “Tales from the Trench” by Askellie, aka the work that made me fall deeply in love with this AU…
>w<) enjoy!
I owed you a shark mer Cross in the previous comics and here it is, all chubby and pretty..
I’m sorry in advance that this cut was focused on Dream, I luv that goldfish! >w<)
Thank you for reading! I’ll give you more chapters soon!
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