Saw @yourloveaton Posts About Trickster Sans And, Being The Unhealthily Obsessed Lb Fan I Am, Turned

inspired heavily by that 1 scene in last run (i like lr a lot, clearly)

made up the chara design on the fly, i rly like it so it might become my main design for her; and yes, the pink socks are intentional. i thought she’d look good in pink socks so i added them

also first time tryna properly colour a character (that was a pun), i’d say it turned out decent. still need to work on colour theory

@goatedchili @fatalerrorsand

Challenging you all!

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

Then tag Tumblr friends to keep the game going!

MONSTERVERSE

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MURDER DRONES

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MECHAGODZILLA - PART: 1

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..if I had to say the biggest understatement on Copper-9, It'd be how much the weather-

FRIGGIN' SUCKS!

I mean- sure, "We're temperature resistant robots, Uzi!" And!?- it's still AWFUL!

It doesn't help when you're searching for a creepy old facility in the middle of NOWHERE!

I- "Uhm..Uzi. Not to be rude or anything like that, becauseIwouldneverberudetomyfriends- but..you kind of-"

"What he means to say is that you walked into a tree face-first, idiot."

...

I can almost feel my circuits popping.

"How about you spend more time searching instead of treating me like such a prick!"

"Aw, is the mirror-cracker getting mad?"

"Argh- why yOU-"

"WOAH WOAH NOw- let's not fight, right? guys?..please?"

I swear if I didn't stop my boot from hitting the ground, she would be meeting her boss!

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Sometimes..I think Uzi is a bit..unhinged.

Others- well..it's usually V.

I just- I don't get it.

Why do we have to fight all the time?

It's not like we have to.

And it's definitely not like they want to..atleast Uzi doesn't.

so..why?

..I hope that sigh doesn't get commented on.

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Of all the drones I could of been stuck with, it had to be an emo and her lapdog.

...

I really hope this is worth it.

Because if not?

Well, let's just say;

N's gonna need a new rock friend.

..

Ugh, can't a girl sadistically grin without being stared at for it?

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..weirdo.

Ugh, anyway- bunker. Gotta keep searching.

We've gotta be close. I just know it!

Where else would a secret underground bunker be BESIDES in the middle of a forest, anyway?

[pop]

huh?- Oh, bunker door.

..

Wait wh-

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PART 1 - FINISHED

After notes:

utter pain to write this chapter. genuinely.

I couldn't think of shit on how they'd find the bunker so I just made it a straight bs lucky find, not to mention the character interactions.

V was the biggest fuckin pain to write cuz I know jackshit about how she'd normally act mostly. (I know some stuff, but im not exactly a V fan.)

N was the easiest, his thoughts were kinda hard but he's fairly straightforward as a character, though maybe im just good at dissecting personalities.

Uzi was medium. Her speech and thoughts were fairly easy, but she acts calmer than I remember, so it was hard finding the right balance.

I know I mischaracterised her a bit, but im sure as hell not going back and redo'ing it. this singular part has took me a week to think and write about, (mostly thinking) nagging my mind every damn second.

second chapter should be alot easier since im fairly confident I can write the bunker exploration. I already have a general plot for the bunker and the art thumbnail which is likely gonna be rly hard to draw, but hopefully look worth it.

enough rambling in notes, otherwise this is gonna get longer than the actual part. see ya in the next post.

oh, one more thing-

yes, hopefully, I will write other titans' parts. I'm planning to write a shin crossover, though it'll be its own separate fic, if you guys so desire, I'll post a poll between an interconnected universe for parts or not.

yeah ok @the-selfinsert was completely right, horror lb is the way to go

ik this seems a bit unfair in a comparison of quality, but just out of your guys opinions and not based off of images..

cutouts from dinner with sans

I might colour this

your time is limited

The multiverse thinks fanon versions are canon. So they're in for a huge surprise when Killer isn't a hyperactive dumbass and Horror isn't a giant, mellow bear.

OFF SCRIPT

as part of me and @the-selfinsert’s collab, here’s my piece

Red and Grey

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Ah..

For once, Jackpot was almost happy there was little customers. He REALLY needed this. Not to mention the fuss that damn skeleton caused earlier this week- the nerve!

..[breath]..Calm down, star.

Enough dwelling on past failures. That bottle of wine was calling his supreme, after all!

An extended hand pushes off the plush sofa, towards a displayed bottle of velvet fill.

He knew that, unlike his other counterparts, he wasn't exactly the best..hm. Let's say technician. And the price to pay for that- (not his soul, thank star!) was particularly faulty limbs, at the particularly worst times.

So, what does he do in this situation? Why, use caution of course!

Jackpot twists a strained wrist around the top of the cap, then a hand down to the middle. He wasn't exactly fond of having to curl an entire hand around things to grab them properly- but like hell was an Alphys going to see him on their doorstep.

Finally, comes the pull. Please work please work please work-

And there you have it. A full bottle of wine, all for his taking! The casino goers would be weeping, for sure.

He grabs a spare glass on the table left by him because common foresight is quite the ability, admittedly.

in comes sweeet relief. Phew, if Jackpot could describe how content he was- you'd think he wouldn't need the casino!

Ah, but enough of that. 'bottom's up!' as they say.

Down half of it, he tips upward. The sweet- almost sickly flavour of wine remains.

A sigh reverberates off 18 caratige gold, a record player exactly where his tophat lands on, revealing pure gold on his head in form of a crown. Oh, and don't forget the branding.

Some wonder- and little fools ask, "Why wear a crown nobody can see?" As if that question had any standing in the first place. Royalty, people! He was royalty! They would do well to remember that.

To be below royalty is unacceptable, even on others domain. Especially not on his. Status was power, and power was Jackpot. Really, it was quite simple.

...

..It was quiet.

He briefly considered returning to low power- yet the work day was still on, and as such; So was he. A shame, really.

Nevertheless, off-days like this are hard to come by. He should savor it- bask in it. Go over his achievements twice over, maybe even finish this glass of wine!

Ah, what a dream that'd be. To be able to mull over your own grandeur, over himself. Thankfully, reality was quite kind to the powerful. And he certainly fit that criteria. So let him relax, lay back..rest..

"Jackpot."

AHh!- Huh? Who was this- this..child? Wait. If his informants were competent, this should be core. Ah, he'd heard about them. Quite the heroic type, apparently.

"I am Frisk."

Well, he'll decide on their punishments later. For now, a good first impression must be made.

"Ah, hello, dear! My, you startled me. Though, I must ask- why have you come here? I wasn't exactly expecting visitors, ha ha." Good. Just the right amount of politeness, with the hint of urgency. He wasn't exactly thrilled about his break being interrupted.

"It's fine. Why are you trying to enter the Omega timeline?"

Ah.

"Well, you truly are as perceptive as they say. I suppose the other rumours are true then?"

"That doesn't matter. Why?"

My, would it hurt to have a little of an appetiser?

With a concealed sigh, he began. "Well, dear. Business demands. And as much as others-"

Those other mettatons he was shaming still pale in comparison, really.

"-would like to stay content with their riches, I am a man of prospect! Opportunity knocks, and I shall gladly answer. That is my reasoning, darling."

"I see. Greed."

"Correct, dear. And I'm not afraid to admit it. After all, why does anyone do anything? Greed. That voice in your ear, that voice telling you to be more- that you could be more. I listen to that voice. And look where it's gotten me. Success, riches, fame. My business is booming, and the opportunity for more- especially in the largest crossroads of the multiverse, just gladdens me. So yes, dear. It is greed."

"Ambition isn't greed."

"Oh, but they are two sides of the same coin, are they not? The only difference is one's drive. Ambition can create, greed will create."

"I've seen what you've done in the name of greed. Stop."

His smile faltered. Secrets were not kept around this child, then.

"You've done your research, then." Irritation seeps through.

"None needed. I see all. Including your exploits."

Well, that was a tad more than troublesome.

"Dear, if you're here to stop me, im afraid you'll be sorely dissapointed."

The runt child continued like he said nothing.

"You rely on secrets. Back alley dealings, corners of wealth, you control people by controlling word of mouth."

"You won't control me. Do not enter the Omega timeline. Final warning, Mettaton."

The child dissapeared. Jackpot's teeth clenched, and his grip on the wine glass nearly hardened- Mettaton? And then it did. Hundreds of tiny shards lent themselves to his furnishing. He snapped.

Jackpot stood up in a flash, an extended arm swiping the remnants of glass from the table into the red carpet beside it or the wall.

He steps out of the wreck, a foot landing on the less-than-savory carpet beneath his feet, before heading towards his offices double doors.

He widens the entryway, doors flying open as multiple paintings became visible to him. Those didn't matter.

An extended arm grabs his hat, the brim hitting his head.

Now, where the hell were those informants?

found the @bloobluee dtiys, decided to draw it

condemnation sans cuz he looks like lb

condemnation sans by @condemnationau as far as I know