Lim :3

One of Avant-Garde creator Check #undertale for most of my art!

[meowzcw]

Okay I think I got his design now ignore the quality I screenshot these right from my laptop instead of just exporting it because it’s still a wip 🦟🦟

I guess the solid white shirt can be an extra 🎉

[meowzcw]

UTW! Grillby I miss you here's 1 doodle

[snoozmu]

I made this drawing with my non dominant hand because my right hand is busted....😭 but it still looks pretty good so im proud of it🩷

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celebrating love in all its forms

[yourloveaton]

Do y’all fw my Lidl Sans

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ADDED ADDITIONAL THINGS

[maomaonao]

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a nems variant that turned out bad but regret it so he tries to contact other variants (been watching spiderverse clips 😭)

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happyyyy pride mooonthhhhhhhhh yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

[askvigilstars]

identities

[munnie-ee]

that was so fun i had to doodle it quickly

(i based the characters off our discord pfps)

it's okay guys tem made a comeback at the end

STARRING:

@tymamomimi @yourloveaton @marbol-jumbol @maomaonao @/dish i dunno their tumblr

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I HAD SM FUN HANGING OUT WITH YALL WE NEED TO HANGOUT MORE OFTEEENNNN KYAA EHEHHEE

I may be unlucky in UNO but I’m still beating all ur asses on Putt Party 🤑

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Some warmup i-havent-drawn-in-over-a-week sketches. Back to back finals, trip, and work ;-; save me-

Anyway, Trickster by @yourloveaton !!!

Also working on a redesign for my frisk cuz I liked them but I wanted them to be a bit more covered, like blankets, and scraggly

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AWWW THEYRE SO CUTE AWW AW AWWW

[yourloveaton]

Do y’all fw my Lidl Sans

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ACT 1 - Episode 2

“there’s too many of them!”

Trickster hears Nems say at the top of his lungs as they run from the swarm of doppels who are currently hot on their trails. 

Trickster howls, “MAN! That’s a lot!!! HAHAHA–”

“you’re laughing??? you led them to us, and you’re laughing?!” Nems looks at him in contempt and disbelief.

Trickster sighs melodramatically, “Oh Nemmy, always blaming me for everything…”

“it’s because it is your fault!!!”

Oh. Right. Trickster thinks back to moments before their current predicament…

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Trickster looked at Nems, who had just poked his shoulder asking for his attention. The sunlight hit both their faces as they walked on a path across the empty field. Their destination was the city they saw from the cliff. It should be the city Underfell currently resides in.

“hey, i think they’re sensitive to sound, so we need to keep quiet.” Nems said in a fully serious tone.

“Oh now you realize?”

Ah yes, they had met just a few more of those Doppels after walking down the mountain. Nems must’ve realized it then. Although, he was pretty sure it was because Nems just kept yapping on and on about AUs and anomalies… What a nerd! Maybe he should lighten up.

It was then when Trickster pulled out a rubber chicken. From where? Who knows!

Seeing this, Nems froze.

 “...what are you doing.”

Squawk.

“It’s a rubber chicken, duh.” Trickster grinned slyly, squeezing it in his hand so that it’d continue squawking, while also dodging Nems’ attempts to snatch it away.

“no, stop that, why are you like this–”

Squawk.

“Trickster.” 

Squawk.

“that’s it.”

Nems furiously took Trickster’s hand, his strength almost catching Trickster off guard. What the heck is with that grip?

They went back and forth on each other, Nems getting increasingly more irritated, made worse by Trickster’s loud laughter. That was, until they heard a loud rumbling noise coming from behind them. 

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Hah, that was funny.

…Buut now they have to deal with an incoming horde. And luckily for him, one of them has managed to reach him. Looks like it used to be a human adult, who had short messy hair. It is now nothing but a silhouette of its former self. It reaches out to him with one hand, the other holding a knife, ready to slash at him once it gets close enough to his face.

Trickster quickly jumps, avoiding the blade all together and throwing the doppel off balance. He then kicks it midair, a long confetti-cannon in hand shooting its head off in a colorful, explosive fashion. Its body falls onto the ground, motionless. It dissipates into the atmosphere, just like the ones before it.

Another doppel comes straight towards him. And another, aaand another. What a pain… 

He quickly deals with them, confetti and various other loud sounds coming from his corner of the battlefield. And being the performer that he is, he has other tools in his arsenal, including a smoke bomb!

BOOM!

Colored smoke quickly spreads, blinding the poor doppels as Trickster shoots 3 of them consecutively with more confetti.

–SQWACK!

…and a rubber chicken to one of their heads. Just for good measure.

Ahh, easy peasy. He wonders how his Nemmy is doing, quickly stealing a glance at him. And as expected, he’s doing something stupid again…

“Idiot.” Trickster mutters out loud, watching Nems as he grabs that doppel’s wrist before it could summon its attacks. Is he trying to talk to it again? Has he been doing that the whole time with the doppels he’s been fighting the last few minutes? or hours? He can’t tell anymore.

His curiosity beckons him to listen closer to the conversation unfolding between them– or at least, an attempt at one.

…

Nems kicks the doppel away with his foot, strong enough to give him a bit of space from the doppel, whom he recognizes to be Underfell’s version of Dogaressa. He clears his throat, swallowing back his nervousness.

“where’s your husband, Mrs. Dogaressa?”

…It charges at him without so much as a response. The speed of which leaving Nems no choice but to stab it by summoning a bone from the ground, piercing its shoulder.

“...do you know anything?” 

He hears a rumble from within her body.

And just before he can ask another question, he spots a few glitches appearing around her as Dogaressa stretches her hand out, forming a fist.

A scythe starts glitching into existence, and a giant one at that. And to make things worse, he spots more doppels coming for him from a distance. She called for backup it seems. He’s gonna get outnumbered.

…No, he can’t waste any time.

“...sorry.”

Nems looks away, finishing Dogaressa off by piercing her neck with another bone. He then flees from the incoming attacks launched by the doppels that came over.

Trickster watches Nems approach him, his saddened expression being the first thing Trickster notices, and then the few scratches on his person. Efforts gone to waste.

Putting both hands on his waist, Trickster sighs with a hearty smile on his face.

“I told you, didn’t I? These guys can’t be saved. You can’t talk to them.”

Nems remains silent. He finally shut up!

Trickster’s expression remains the same, his attention moving towards the remaining doppels. Which is to say, there’s a lot more where that came from. They have to press on.

BOOM!

They finish off a few more, Trickster running away from the swarm as soon as he gets the chance. He sees Nems teleporting closer to him to do the same. 

It’s then when Trickster sees the city gates in the distance. The closer they get, the more they see that it's being guarded by 3 figures…

Seems they’ll be greeted with a warm welcome.

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Happy Pride everyone!

[hijinxmayhem]

Outertale Magma art wt @shroomie-oomie @bunrux @oneeqaisara

Outer needs more love I swear pls draw him more

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ACT 1 - Episode 2

“there’s too many of them!”

Trickster hears Nems say at the top of his lungs as they run from the swarm of doppels who are currently hot on their trails. 

Trickster howls, “MAN! That’s a lot!!! HAHAHA–”

“you’re laughing??? you led them to us, and you’re laughing?!” Nems looks at him in contempt and disbelief.

Trickster sighs melodramatically, “Oh Nemmy, always blaming me for everything…”

“it’s because it is your fault!!!”

Oh. Right. Trickster thinks back to moments before their current predicament…

.

.

.

Trickster looked at Nems, who had just poked his shoulder asking for his attention. The sunlight hit both their faces as they walked on a path across the empty field. Their destination was the city they saw from the cliff. It should be the city Underfell currently resides in.

“hey, i think they’re sensitive to sound, so we need to keep quiet.” Nems said in a fully serious tone.

“Oh now you realize?”

Ah yes, they had met just a few more of those Doppels after walking down the mountain. Nems must’ve realized it then. Although, he was pretty sure it was because Nems just kept yapping on and on about AUs and anomalies… What a nerd! Maybe he should lighten up.

It was then when Trickster pulled out a rubber chicken. From where? Who knows!

Seeing this, Nems froze.

 “...what are you doing.”

Squawk.

“It’s a rubber chicken, duh.” Trickster grinned slyly, squeezing it in his hand so that it’d continue squawking, while also dodging Nems’ attempts to snatch it away.

“no, stop that, why are you like this–”

Squawk.

“Trickster.” 

Squawk.

“that’s it.”

Nems furiously took Trickster’s hand, his strength almost catching Trickster off guard. What the heck is with that grip?

They went back and forth on each other, Nems getting increasingly more irritated, made worse by Trickster’s loud laughter. That was, until they heard a loud rumbling noise coming from behind them. 

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.

.

Hah, that was funny.

…Buut now they have to deal with an incoming horde. And luckily for him, one of them has managed to reach him. Looks like it used to be a human adult, who had short messy hair. It is now nothing but a silhouette of its former self. It reaches out to him with one hand, the other holding a knife, ready to slash at him once it gets close enough to his face.

Trickster quickly jumps, avoiding the blade all together and throwing the doppel off balance. He then kicks it midair, a long confetti-cannon in hand shooting its head off in a colorful, explosive fashion. Its body falls onto the ground, motionless. It dissipates into the atmosphere, just like the ones before it.

Another doppel comes straight towards him. And another, aaand another. What a pain… 

He quickly deals with them, confetti and various other loud sounds coming from his corner of the battlefield. And being the performer that he is, he has other tools in his arsenal, including a smoke bomb!

BOOM!

Colored smoke quickly spreads, blinding the poor doppels as Trickster shoots 3 of them consecutively with more confetti.

–SQWACK!

…and a rubber chicken to one of their heads. Just for good measure.

Ahh, easy peasy. He wonders how his Nemmy is doing, quickly stealing a glance at him. And as expected, he’s doing something stupid again…

“Idiot.” Trickster mutters out loud, watching Nems as he grabs that doppel’s wrist before it could summon its attacks. Is he trying to talk to it again? Has he been doing that the whole time with the doppels he’s been fighting the last few minutes? or hours? He can’t tell anymore.

His curiosity beckons him to listen closer to the conversation unfolding between them– or at least, an attempt at one.

…

Nems kicks the doppel away with his foot, strong enough to give him a bit of space from the doppel, whom he recognizes to be Underfell’s version of Dogaressa. He clears his throat, swallowing back his nervousness.

“where’s your husband, Mrs. Dogaressa?”

…It charges at him without so much as a response. The speed of which leaving Nems no choice but to stab it by summoning a bone from the ground, piercing its shoulder.

“...do you know anything?” 

He hears a rumble from within her body.

And just before he can ask another question, he spots a few glitches appearing around her as Dogaressa stretches her hand out, forming a fist.

A scythe starts glitching into existence, and a giant one at that. And to make things worse, he spots more doppels coming for him from a distance. She called for backup it seems. He’s gonna get outnumbered.

…No, he can’t waste any time.

“...sorry.”

Nems looks away, finishing Dogaressa off by piercing her neck with another bone. He then flees from the incoming attacks launched by the doppels that came over.

Trickster watches Nems approach him, his saddened expression being the first thing Trickster notices, and then the few scratches on his person. Efforts gone to waste.

Putting both hands on his waist, Trickster sighs with a hearty smile on his face.

“I told you, didn’t I? These guys can’t be saved. You can’t talk to them.”

Nems remains silent. He finally shut up!

Trickster’s expression remains the same, his attention moving towards the remaining doppels. Which is to say, there’s a lot more where that came from. They have to press on.

BOOM!

They finish off a few more, Trickster running away from the swarm as soon as he gets the chance. He sees Nems teleporting closer to him to do the same. 

It’s then when Trickster sees the city gates in the distance. The closer they get, the more they see that it's being guarded by 3 figures…

Seems they’ll be greeted with a warm welcome.

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EPISODE 2 IS OUT!! Come check it out! 💖

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ACT 1 - Episode 1

Nems ponders, thinking back to a couple days ago, when he first brought it up with Ink. All he wanted was to investigate what was going on with AUs that were in danger of disappearing. As each week went on, the books in his library decreased, which is a reasonable cause for concern… Where are these AUs going? Why are they disappearing? Who–

“Well you can’t do that alone.” Ink replied, crossing his arms as he stared at the books on one of the shelves. 

“uh… why? is it that dangerous?”

Ink smirked at him in Ink-fashion, “Yeah! I can’t risk another one of my most precious partnerships dying too!”

Partnerships? Too? Was he just a co-worker to him?

“but i gotta know what’s going on.”

Ink’s eyelights lingered on Nems’ face for a while as they stared at each other in silence. 

“...I’ll tell you what, you can go investigate, oooonly if you go with someone.”

Nems had a bad feeling…

“please don’t tell me it’s…”

“Here’s to our first mission together!!!”

Loud and pretentious as he is, Trickster loudly commemorates as confetti shoots everywhere, some landing on Nems’ skull. 

Here they are, on some random mountainside forest they had just stepped foot in 3 seconds ago, and this guy’s already getting on his nerves. Nems stares at Trickster holding a now empty confetti cannon. Where does he even keep those?

Trickster laughs at his face, “C’mon, where’s your whimsy? Your sense of wonder??? You’re gonna get older if you don’t smile, ever heard of that?”

“ever heard of being quiet? stealthy?” Nems says with a scowl. “for all we know, we could be in enemy territory–”

Trickster hits his shoulder, cutting him off. “Pshhhhhh chillax, you worry too much!”

…This guy.

Nems rubs his shoulder, looking away from him. He’s clearly holding back his annoyance. What’s with this dynamic? Is he supposed to watch over this guy? He’s a loose cannon!

“...why the hell did Ink pair us up again?”

Trickster smiles at Nems’ question like he was gonna ask the same thing. “Aww… do you not like little ol’ me?”

“do i have to answer that?”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I don’t agree with this arrangement either! Why’d I get paired up with a boring guy like you?”

Why did Ink think this was a good idea?

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“the guy that broke into my library??????” Nems stood up from his seat, not even trying to hide his concern (and vexation.)

Ink laughed up a storm, “Yeah!!! That guy! He’s really not a bad guy, and plus… he’s knowledgeable.”

What, the guy who kept shooting confetti and blowing party horns in his library without so much as a Hi??? He basically broke into his house. He tried searching the library for anything that came remotely close to this guy, but got nothing.

…Who is Trickster?

Well, all that was important to Nems was that he was the only way he could get out there. Which brings him to the present. Now standing right in front of Trickster, covered in confetti. Joy.

He’ll just file a complaint letter later, one that Ink wouldn’t read anyway. But then again, when has Ink ever listened to anyone? 

Trickster starts walking ahead of him without looking back, his cloak flowing with the wind. Nems follows in uncomfortable silence.

Trickster’s surprising silence and swiftness while passing through this forest isn’t what he would’ve expected… and it’s getting awkward. It isn’t until several minutes pass when Nems decides to finally start up a conversation. 

“ink said there are signs of corruption here; objects disappearing, people missing… checks all the boxes. same stuff was happening in all the other universes that disappeared.”

Nems notices Trickster kicking several rocks, getting distracted by small branches on the dirt still ahead of him. Is he even listening?

…Whatever. 

“ink also said that this is the first big pacifist timeline that virus is coming for.”

So far, this “virus” had only been going after smaller AUs, feeding on them to grow its power. Could it be that it’s gained enough strength to chase after bigger spoils? How much does Trickster know about this?

It’s then when suddenly a low-pitched rumble, discernible from behind one of the trees, stops both skeletons in their tracks.

?!

Corrupted, glitched, unrecognizable… A slouched over monster slowly approaches them. It’s like a zombie straight out of a video game, except it’s probably not after their brains. No, it's after something else, something that must be connected to that virus. Is this person trying to talk to them? It quickly becomes apparent that it won’t be a pleasant conversation.

Nems steps forward towards them, those questions repeatedly playing in his head. Can it be that they can establish some sort of connection with it? “uh, hey–”

That is when Trickster comes up from behind the entity and slashes it in half with ease, giving no time to even let Nems see the weapon. The entity falls onto the dirt, the top half of its body still reaching its arm to Trickster, grabbing the fluffy end of his cloak. Its rumbling noises continue unsettlingly. Trickster steps his sharp heel into its back, pressing against it until it stops moving. The glitches, seemingly “melting” from it, flow upward into the sky. It’s dying. Wait. Shit. It’s dying!

“why’d you kill it so fast? what even is it?!” Nems inveighs, “we could’ve saved them…”

And maybe it had useful information.

Trickster looks at Nems, his expression hidden under his hood as always.

“Riiight right, this is your first time seeing something like this!” he says condescendingly. “You’ve only witnessed these AUs after they get eaten…”

Eaten?

Trickster steps off the body, the last remaining pieces of it dissipating into the atmosphere. “They’re called doppels. People become those when they get corrupted. The one we just saw… These types aren’t people anymore. Whoever they were, they’re long gone.”

That’s when reality hits. These worlds aren’t only disappearing…

They’re getting consumed from the inside out. And yet why does he sound like he doesn’t have a care in the world? He’s saying it like it’s normal that these people are getting turned into zombies. It’s infuriating. 

…Is what he’s saying even true? For all he could know, he could’ve just killed a person. 

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Trickster crosses his arms, noticing Nems’ apparent disdain. Even so, Trickster keeps that stupid smile on his face. 

Nems clears his throat, “i see now why Ink is so interested in you.”

“Hah?”

Silence follows the odd exchange. 

…

They continue walking, sunlight leaking through the leaves and hitting their skulls. For Nems, it has been a while since he last felt that warmth. For Trickster… who knows where he’s been. It’s been a long time since Nems has had so much trouble reading someone’s visage, not like he makes it easy. But he’ll put that aside for now. They’re finally reaching the end of the forest, to find a cliff that’s overlooking a city.

They stand over the precipice as the rising sun paints the city in shades of fiery orange. Now then, what do you have in store this time, Underfell?

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Episode 2 coming out in a few minutes..

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