Thank You To @sboochi @hijacksecrets! Both Of You Inspired Me Into Creating My Own AU, And I Have Been

Ellie x Dina requested by @obsessedsapphic for the kofi event! Thank you so much for the support ily

Kofi event

DUDE!!! This is great!

Saw a few folks drawing that one early Frisk Undertale concept art in their style and had to do it myself…

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some au drawings and normal undertale doodles !

You don’t look so good, man.

third wheel or third arm or

That Hilson scene but as jayvik

Need more fics about timebomb raising Isha.

Like the first time Isha isn’t trying to mimic Jinx is to paint a hourglass across the bridge of her nose. Ekko freezes when he sees it, unsure what the gesture means and how to react.

Sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night suffocating in blue hair. He can’t quite tell who it’s from. Jinx is spread out like a starfish, compared to Ekko who sleeps very still. Yet their feet are tangled and her elbow is jabbing him in the face. Between them, he can feel Isha breathing, curled into a little ball.

One time he finds a little kids drawing of a family: two girls with blue hair and a boy with white. He stops breathing for a second.

For a while, Ekko doesn’t understand the relationship between Isha and Jinx, until the kid gets hurt alone. She cradles her broken thumb and cries out the word “mama.”

Once Jinx and Ekko have to run an errand, leaving poor Isha behind. Something disastrous happens and Ekko has to drag an unconscious Jinx back to the firelights hideout. Isha is a worried, sobbing mess. (Ekko is too but he hides it better). He tries to leave the room, to go help more of his people, but Isha is violently shaking her head, trying to get him to stay. He’s bargaining saying he’ll come back later. He makes it all the way to the door, hand pressed against the handle until Isha sobs out the words “dada.” He’s faced in this one moment with the decision to accept the weight of this burden or to leave the kid. (Of course he stays).

When Jinx wakes up, Isha spends a few hours where she won’t let either of them out of her sight.

One time Isha is causing trouble for some other firelights and someone finds Ekko, “control your kid.” Suddenly that phrasing is everywhere “your kid” “your kid” “yours”.

Overall, Ekko is so overwhelmed with feelings he can’t explain. He’s still in awe at the fact that Jinx, the girl he has been hopelessly in love with since childhood, is finally back in his life. Now they’re awkward and falling in love again. On top of that, he was gifted a family he never thought possible.

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Even more Sawyer

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something about the idea that c!tommy, at the end of things, dyes his hair pink. He lets it grow out, braids it back once it gets to the point where just throwing a hat on won’t fix it anymore, and one day he looks in the mirror and sees Techno staring back at him. Just for a split second, he’s there in the glass, and it’s like a bolt of lightning, Tommy scrambling through his chests looking for pink dye or flowers or something. The first dye job is atrocious but he keeps trying, keeps mixing red and white and blush pink until he gets that exact damn shade, the one he used to wonder why Techno kept at all. It was a liability, he thought, a bright, recognizable color even in darkness. Now, every two weeks, he sits on a stool in his bathroom and paints his roots and smiles at his brother in the mirror. He wears sweaters, now, too, big baggy ones under great leather overcoats to keep out the rain. And if he pulls that one thread on the cuff of every coat that was always loose on Wilbur’s jackets because he’d scrape his guitar calluses against the hem, then that’s nobody’s business but his own. He keeps a brimmed hat for when he goes into town, something kind and green, to shade his eyes and hide the fact that he hasn’t washed his hair in a few days and the roots are starting to grow out white and gold. He feeds the crows and they whirl and tumble around him like leaves in the wind, though he can’t understand what they chatter to him. He walks with a cane, he sings as he works, he carries the Ax of Peace.

At the end of it, he is the last and best of them all. He is every good part of them, held like a passed torch after they’ve gone away. He is not quite happy yet, but he is getting there. And honestly? He’s the spitting image of Technoblade.