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keese-keese/kis-kis | pansexual | call me anything (he/she/they, whatever) | absolutely not a stalker (maybe) | BL, anime, and UnderTale trash | may write slightly NSFW shit
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"Your suicide benefits me." -me, playing slither.io
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I am very proud
@kisadilla I did it
are you proud
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Once again, I do not own UnderTale or any of it’s songs. They all belong to Toby Fox.
warning: may cause headaches (probably not ear bleeding)
If you can’t hear the sound, tell me because I probably can’t either
Here it is: Abomination #2! I call it “The Mega That May Lo When You Vania Sans”, for reasons I think are obvious. It mixes sped-up, slowed-down, cut-a-bit, and reversed “Megalovania” with sped-up and slightly quieted-down “The Song that Might Play When You Fight Sans”, made to give you that ‘slightly uncomfortable’ feeling. This is definitely not the last version I promise
Once again, you might want to turn down the sound for this one, too. I’m not exactly sure how much worse this is than “Death by Death”. Sorry for any pain I may have caused you; I did my best to take most ear-bleeding parts out.
Open for opinions ofc. <3
@chandler-bings-pon
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I do not own UnderTale, and I certainly do not own Death by Glamour. They both belong to Toby Fox.
warning: may or may not cause headaches
This “remix” is basically part of a concept of an AU concept that I (and my friend, @chandler-bings-pon) have been working on. I don’t think this will be the final version, but...heh. I need to see what people think, first.
I’m considering calling this “Death by Death” (maybe?). It’s basically a sped-up, reversed, and repeated version of “Death by Glamour” with a little bit of echoing. It sounds at least slightly uncomfortale, no? Huhu~
I don’t think I’ll be posting anything real revealing until later because spoilers, but I’ll try to post my song ideas for it. There’ll probably be a lot more headache-inducing shit, so...turn it down? If you can? Sorry. Opinions are def accepted
#uncomfortable#undertale#undertale song#au concept#undertale au#mettaton#more like mettanot#death by glamour#death by death
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You’re welcome, world.
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I sketched this out a while ago but it was too perfect to not do properly
Sanzy Fresh and Error! Sans belong to @loverofpiggies!!!
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I got that sugar dream
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Sexy Skillet (warning: slightly NSFW)
[Read at your own discretion. Contains sexually suggestive scenes and profane language.]
It was February 14, 20XX. Valentine’s Day.
David was never really excited for the holiday. He despised it. It could be described as nothing more than a drag; with all the useless money-spending and pressure to get a proper girlfriend, who could blame him? I mean, what if he wanted a boyfriend? Or a polygamous relationship? Maybe he didn’t want romance at all! Seriously…society these days. Ugh.
Anyway, David really, really did not like Valentine’s Day. Sure, he did have a girlfriend, but there wasn’t really…a spark. In fact, after the last few times, he started to doubt that he was even interested in women. Maybe…just maybe, he could break up with her today. But how?
As David walked into the kitchen, he noticed a clean frying pan on the stove, seemingly untouched. Confused, the sexually frustrated male went to put it away, firmly grasping the handle. Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through him, forcing him to let it go with a little gasp.
What was that? he wondered, feeling the traces of a blush rising in his cheeks followed by something a bit more…impure. Oh…oh no.
He couldn’t even begin to describe what had just happened. Sure, he hardly ever touched anything in his kitchen but the “START” button on the microwave, but—wait. Did he even own any cooking utensils?
Ah, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the extreme boner he got from just touching it. A fucking inanimate object.
How would he explain this to his girlfriend? Would it be considered cheating? He could imagine the whole scene now…
“Jessica, I have something to tell you.”
“Yes, Davie?” (That’s the name she called him, which he hated passive-aggressively.)
“I…have to tell you something.”
“…” Oh, no. The awkward silence.
Davie mentally took a gulp. “I’m breaking up with you.”
“Why?” Jessica asked, frowning.
“I think I’m…pan-sexual.”
“Uh…” Jessica looked at David in disbelief. “Wait…you do know that being pansexual means—”
“NO!” David snapped uncharacteristically. “Not pansexual, but pan-sexual.”
“As in…you’re sexually attracted to pans?” The thought was obviously hard to believe. David understood.
“Hells yeah,” he admitted. “I’d fuck a pan. I’ll even let you meet my fuck bud—I mean, lover.”
Jessica’s shock had not subsided. “Your…what?”
“My lover. I told them to meet us here in two minutes.”
As if on queue, a sexy skillet is led to their table, held by its at-least-eight-inches-long handle. It stared seductively at David…well, if pans could stare, that’s what it would be doing, at least.
“Ah, Peter!” David exclaimed. “Glad you could make it! Peter, this is Jessica. Jessica, meet Peter Alan Nelson.” The handle was extended towards Jessica.
Jessica hesitantly shook the handle. “Uh…I would say ‘pleasure to meet you’, but….I can’t really believe you dumped me for this.”
Hurt, David forced Peter out of Jessica’s hands. “YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND OUR LOVE!” He then left the scene, dramatically running off into the sunset to avoid any further, horrible writing incidents.
Ah, yes, what a wonderful scene, David thought, out of imagination land. Maybe a similar situation can happen tonight over dinner! I should probably check my phone…
Reaching into his pocket, David pulled out his phone, noticing something strange. He’d gotten a few messages from Jessica, though he’d expected to text her first.
Hmm…let’s see what she’s said.
Opening the messages, he found this:
Jessica <3
- ay yo bby i’ma tell u somting
- is rlly imprtint
- i found a new 10/10 man
- he’s por af but kyoot tho
- he maks u lewk like a 6 lmfao
- butt srsyly
- were done
- you’re a ttl looser
- your* lol autocorrect
- buh-bye
The texts shocked David, but, somehow…he was filled with relief. He typed what he thought was an appropriate response:
- Bye, bitch
Satisfied, David looked back at the stovetop, admiring the black handle and pristine shine of such a gorgeous pan. He could imagine all the fun times he’d have with it…assuming it consented, of course.
“You make me moist,” whispered David, sensually running his finger down the side of the skillet. A buildup began to rise in his pants. “Even if I’m just staring at you…your panhandle looks so sexy, baby.”
The pan said nothing, but its temperature was getting hotter, though the burner hadn’t been turned on.
David chuckled, blushing with lust. “Are you seducing me? There’s no need. I’m already burning as it is.”~
With that, David and the skillet cooked all night long and David had the best Valentine’s Day ever. Everyone was happy…even that bitch, Jessica.
– THE END –
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I do not regret my first post being an MS Paint picture of my version of Snas. I will embrace it.
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