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susartwork · 2 years

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ok there a timeline where @tecwizard Asriel almost blew up sci in the core in a just ask his creator

in fact, he could be in the timeline gas-tale axe-tale or even G-sans

can you draw all the sans he could have been

Gas!Sci - Gastale belongs to @kkunim

Axe!Sci - Axetale belongs to @axetale

G!Sci - Echotale belongs to yoralim

I tried to use the same coloring style of the original artists cuz yes. This was so fun to draw X3

[No, I don't take requests at the moment. This was the last one I got.]

#request #my art #undertale #undertale au #odysseytale #sans #yandere science!sans #gastale #Gas!Sci #axetale #Axe!Sci #echotale #G!Sci #Sci is adorable and so fun to draw - change my mind

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lover-of-skellies · 2 months

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POV you were given a notepad and decided to go around and get a bunch of autographs

The Sans edition of this, in a sense. There are a few oddball out characters (Undyne and the two OCs of mine up by the top right), but eh. I haven’t made a Papyrus edition yet, but maybe I will eventually, who knows

All font names under the cut, if anyone’s interested in that :P

Major and Dream: dear Joe 5 casual

Minor: CakorAyam

Undyne and Killer: Quikhand

Nightmare: Antro Vectra

Error: Mind Antiks

Axe: Lighthouse

Dust: Dadhand

Blueberry: Rock Salt

Red: Domestic Manners

Sans: LDF Comic Sans

Lust: Talking to the Moon

Fresh: Fresh Cocktails

Ink: Good Day

Sci: Daniel

Outer: Hate Your Writing

Nox: Otto

Cross: alanis hand

Epic: We Mano Negra Bta

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lil-tachyon · 7 months

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Cry all you want But the blade soars today Swing of the axe!

My half of an art trade with @bruzzeseonline based on his axe sisters:

Also check out his take on my treasure hunter lady + bird companion!

#sci fi art #fantasy art #axe #ligne claire #power trip

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sanschool-askblog · 1 year

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He has strong feelings on the matter

Part/1 Previous Part Next Part

I know it’s been 6 months since the last update but I’m back now!!

Super sorry for the mega long hiatus, hopefully the art quality upgrade makes up for it (:

#ask blog #ask sans #ask undertale #comic #comic art #sans au #sans aus #undertale school #sanschool #science sans #sci sans #overtale sans #human sans #axetale sans #axe sans #gaster #comic series #undertale #high school au

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ant1quarian · 4 months

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A Sans Trio x Alien Reader

A silly little story Idea I'm gonna write. (Yes, I know, another story. Someone hold me back /j)

After the world begun to push for space travel, the Ebott Aeronautics and Space Administration (EASA) broke the laws of physics and created a particular space craft that could travel at the speed of light.

After a couple years of careful consideration, they decided that a select 100 people- humans and monsters alike- would be travelling on said spacecraft to the "Trappist System" 39 light years away. They're placed in these stasis pods, and then sent to the main planet they believe will be hospitable.

Trappist 1e.

However, once they get there, they realise that Humans and Monsters aren't the only intelligent life out there- and certainly not the largest, or strongest.

Featuring: Underfell Sans (Red), Horrortale Sans (Axe), and Undertale Sans.

( The Alien Species I created will be shown under the cut )

Trappistarian live on Trappist 1e, and change in appearance depending on which side they live on.

(Trappist 1e is tidally locked, meaning one side is constantly facing the sun, and the other is constantly facing the dark.)

Goldilocks live on the small, "middle" area between the dark and the light- a very temperate area that would be perfect for human life.

They live on the "Day" side of Trappist 1e.

And these guys live on the dark side.

All Trappistarian are capable of being in the other's territory for varying times.

Their average heights are 10'3" and above.

#sans x reader #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #red x reader #axe x reader #horrortale sans #horrortale sans x reader #undertale fanfic #undertale fandom #undertale fanfiction #aliens #alien species #Trappist System #sci fi

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bentarb · 1 year

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So I watched the latest episode of The Mandalorian, and honestly? I have no hope for any sort of united Mandalorian people, and I hold onto my belief that Bo-Katan won’t be the one to do it if it ever happens.

During that dinner scene with the Mandos on Mandalore, she admited to surrendering the Darksaber to Moff Gideon rather than losing it in a fight. She even said she didn’t trust him to keep his word, and she still did it. What kind of Mand’alor does that? If she somehow met someone like Mand’alor The Vindicated, she’d find herself being repetedly punched in the face while he says ‘What is wrong with you!?’.

Not to mention how those Mandos who had been surviving on Mandalore’s surface for years still followed her after she admitted to surrendering.

Also, they asked the Armourer ‘Are you Death Watch?’ when she explained that she and her tribe were on Concordia. Good sir, the woman you follow was a high ranking member of Death Watch! All the Nite Owls were! Did you forget this?

And lastly, we have that scene where Woves and Paz get into a knife fight over a disagreement over the rules of the game they playing. How likely is it that if Grogu didn’t step in, they would have killed eachother? And if Mandalorians are willing to murder eachother over a board game - instead of flipping a coin or checking a rulebook - how are they meant to remain united after retaking their homeworld?

#Sci-Fi #Science Fiction #Star Wars #TV #Television #Disney #Disney+#The Mandalorian #The Mandalorian Season 3 #The Mandalorian Spoilers #Mandalore #Bo Katan #Bo Katan Kryze #Bo-Katan #Bo-Katan Kryze #Anti Bo-Katan #Paz Vizla #Axe Woves #Mandalore The Vindicated

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dark333rose · 3 months

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Sorry that it has been a long time since I posted anything. Been super busy and my motivation has been drained in the past few weeks.

But anyway, here is a small update. I am planning to start off small with my future commissions, so in the beginning, I will focus on black-and-white portraits such as this. But first I am going to make a few more portrait art to diversify and expand a portfolio so that potential customers can get a good idea of what I can do. And I hope it goes well.

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And for random lore on this guy. He is from the super-human warrior house of “The Black Hands” Their armour is painted sea-green accompanied with dark-grey or unpainted metal. Their main symbol is a stylised black handprint. They are said to be very superstitious and occultist, they rely on omens and bizarre rituals before every important event and decision.

#art #2d art #dark #black and white #crosshatching #black and white art #edgy #dark333rose #dark fantasy #sci fi fantasy #grim dark #knight #sci-fi knight #guns #gun axe #power armor #pen and paper #gritty

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faytelumos · 1 year

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“Call me” for the prompts with your choice of characters :)

One character asking for another.

I've been in a sci-fi mood lately. I think I'll plug in some AU versions of my original characters.

cw: knives, gun

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The gang of bounty hunters settled into their table once the service droid had put drinks in all of their hands. They offered it a handful of chips for a tip before it wandered off, Tusks already chugging his beverage.

"How's your arm?" Viper rasped. Trick Shot looked down at the sloppy wrapping.

"I'll live," he grumbled.

"Lot of fuss for a bottled teenager," Gramps bitched.

"Half a bottled teenager," Tusks corrected, drink to his lips. Viper shook her head as Trick Shot snorted.

"He's probably some warlord's son," Viper said. "We should get going; every minute we have him, we're at risk."

"Ten minutes for drinks won't hurt anyone," Trick Shot griped.

Out of the dull press of bodies in the room, a girl suddenly materialized at their table. She looked to be about ten, completely unacquainted with sunlight, and like she hadn't eaten in a week. There was something hauntingly familiar about her. She looked over the group with grave-like eyes, and Tusks' skin itched nervously, Gramps' hairs standing on end. The girl's gaze snapped to Trick Shot as if scenting blood.

"Where is he?" she threatened.

Viper finally recognized her.

Viper bolted from the table so fast her chair spun before falling. Gramps was already standing and Trick Shot reaching for his laser gun when the girl leapt.

She got onto the table and stabbed an electric stiletto into Trick Shot's shoulder before Tusks even got his feet under him. Trick Shot's pained scream silenced the rest of the bar, and Gramps punched the girl in the head without another moment's hesitation. She spun, planted a foot on the table, and punched him back square in the nose.

Gramps stumbled away from the table as Trick Shot crumpled to the floor. Tusks was just drawing his laser gun, tangled up in his chair, and the girl produced another knife. The look in her eyes was dark and desperate, and it touched the animal part of Tusks' brain and told him he was about to be eaten.

She lunged with a bone-chilling roar that echoed through the rapidly emptying bar, getting Tusks by the throat and tipping him over his chair. He fell heavily to the ground and found a sharp edge biting into his throat, the heel of a small boot pinning his gun arm with surprising force.

"Where is he?!" the girl roared in his face. He was vaguely aware of Trick Shot's agonized gasps on the floor next to him.

"I don't know who you're ta—"

The girl's blow was so fast Tusks missed it entirely, his face bursting in pain and his skull splitting from the impact with the floor. He groaned as she grabbed a fistful of his hair and slammed his head into the ground again.

"Tell me where he is, now!" she howled. Little girls didn't sound like that. And they didn't have lightening-fast punches.

"Docking slip three!" Tusks cried. He could feel the blood on his neck, and he didn't trust her not to kill him if he tried to hold out again.

The payday on that kid, handsome or not, wasn't worth his life.

She yanked his gun from his belt and sprinted through the bar, the way the woman had fled. She burst through the back door and tore down the street, flitting between people. The vessel in slip three was already closed up, and it looked like the engines were warming up.

She yanked her mini splicer out of her pocket and pushed it against the side panel of the controls. It whirred as the magnetic lock engaged, and she watched it click and turn, hoping "universal" was accurate. If she couldn't get into this door, she was going to lose him.

Again.

The splicer clicked and the door rattled, and she yanked the device back into her pocket and clamored into the side of the door, not waiting for it to open further.

The ship was fairly new and clean. It made the signs easy to read, and soon she was headed to the cargo bay. She slowed down to a silent hurry, the gun in one hand, an electric dagger in the other.

She stopped at the edge of the cargo hold and peered inside. The woman was there, pulling straps down to secure the huge, cylindrical tank in the back corner.

He was there. Floating in the suspension tank, a mask and tube hugged up to the bottom of his face. He looked asleep from here, limp, unaware. He was hurt, missing an arm and a leg, with a thick, angry scar down one side of him.

The girl gritted her teeth and turned her sights to the woman. She stepped into the doorway, raising the gun.

"Get away from the tank!" she bellowed, causing the woman to startle and turn sharply. She raised her hands slowly, but didn't step back. "I said get away from him!" the girl roared.

"Listen, Ghost Killer," the woman said. "I'm sure we can work something out."

"We can," the girl growled. "Get away from my brother, and I won't fucking kill you."

The woman hesitated. She looked from the girl with overly pale skin, round features, and raven black hair, to the similar young man in the vertical tank. The girl bared her teeth.

"I'm getting tired of asking," she warned, and her tone was dangerous. The woman looked back to her, and there was something crafty in her eyes.

The girl pulled the trigger. The woman fell with a dull thud, and she didn't bounce when she hit the floor. The girl watched her for a moment as she lowered the gun. She hated killing. She hated it. But nobody listened.

She tucked the gun and dagger away and rushed to the controls. The panel was complicated, and she knew her pocket splicer was only good on simple doors. She couldn't carry the container around, she had to get him out and hope he was able to walk well enough to get to her ship.

Searching the buttons, ears alert for the rest of the gang, she finally found a big button labeled "decanter" and pushed it. The tank rattled dully, and she looked up to her little brother as a big bubble slipped past his foot, up his chest, and past his ear. He looked asleep, but not peacefully. He was torn up. Her chest twisted with guilt. She shouldn't have let him out of her sight. She'd been so stupid to think he'd be safe without her.

The tank popped and hissed, and then gallons and gallons of suspension fluid started pouring out of the back. She stepped closer, putting her hands to the glass, watching his face for any sign the he was waking. He was jostled and shifted by the rapidly flowing liquid, and he slowly fell to his foot and slumped against the glass. She tried the door only to find it still locked, and she pounded her fist once against the tank.

"Yamez!" she cried. He didn't respond, falling slowly into a heap in the bottom of the tank. "Yamez!" she cried again, pounding on the glass by his head. The fluid came away from his head, leaving him wet and slimy inside. "Yamez! Wake up!"

She looked down to the panel, searching for life signs or some other indication that he wasn't just dead. But she didn't understand the readout. She looked up again as the fluid fell below his head.

This was her fault. If he was dead, it was on her. That truth tore at her throat like teeth, and it ripped a single sob out of her before she could stop it. She reached up to where his head was leaning against the tank, stroking the glass with trembling fingers.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as the fluid passed his chest. She should have been there. She should have known they'd come for what she loved without mercy. She knew now. And she prayed she hadn't learned too late.

When the liquid finally fell low enough for the door to unlock, she yanked it open. She reached in, grabbing him around the chest, the slime making it impossible to get a good grip. She growled in frustration and reached in further to grab his arm. Her hold slipped right off of his slimy wrist, so she grabbed him tight enough to bruise before hauling him out.

She managed to slow his fall to the floor, but only barely. He fell with a wet thump, limp, and she gripped the mask and pulled. It was stuck fast to his head, and she tried to dig fingers underneath it before finding the strap around the back of his head. She fished her fingers through his slime-drenched hair and yanked the strap off, then began the slow, disgusting process of pulling the breathing tube out through his mouth.

She tossed the mask away with a shiver and turned back to him. He looked so broken, lying on the floor, resting in a painful sleep. She wiped the fluid off of his face, away from his nose and mouth, then watched his chest. He wasn't breathing.

Panic stung like bees through her blood, and she put her hand over his chest, looking for his heartbeat. She found it, steady and muffled, and nearly laughed with relief.

"Yamez," she hissed, slapping his cheek. "Yamez, breathe. Breathe for me." He continued to lie motionless on the metal floor. This was taking too long.

She got onto her knees and leaned over him, grabbing his nose and jaw. She bent down and puffed air into his mouth, and he coughed immediately, spraying salty, slick fluid into her face and mouth. She blinked and flinched, and he was turning onto one side, coughing and gagging.

She hugged his head, wrapping him in her arms, shaking. He kept coughing, leaning his weight into her.

"We have to go," she whispered. "Can you walk? If I help you, can you move?"

"I don't know," he choked. She nodded, untangling herself from him. He stayed on the floor, balanced precariously on an elbow and his hip, and she yanked the dead woman's long coat off.

She helped him sit up, hefting his heavy weight upright, and then she wiped off his skin as best she could before getting his arm into the sleeve. He kept coughing, and every grunt and groan of pain he made stabbed through her heart. It was her fault. It was all her fault.

She got the jacket buttoned up on him, then got into her most solid stance and grabbed his hand. It was dry enough by now they could hold onto each other, and with some awkwardness, they were able to get him onto his foot. He wobbled and nearly fell, and she grabbed him by the coat and held him steady. He nodded.

"Let's go," he rasped. She stood on the side without a leg and he wrapped his arm around her, and they struggled and grunted out of the ship as fast as they could.

#Fayte writes #writeblr #writing #ask game #sci fi #oc: Shryth #oc: Yamez #barely edited #I'm not 100% happy with this #I'm not sure why #TT^TT #I hope it reads better for others haha #should I post two things in one day?#probably not #…#*BOOP!*#can I ax you something?

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tmae3114 · 2 years

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I know I’ve yelled about MQ!Artix’s unexplained excellent espionage skills before but I was checking the forum entries for Romero stuff and have been reminded about this dialogue that Helia has in the BioEngineering Room during the plot:

Nurse Helia: In order to study this zombie virus in depth, I'll need a good variety of blood and tissue samples. Nurse Helia: Luckily, Artix managed to tap into the Romero security communications. As soon as they hear about another victim, we'll hear about it too.

So MQ!Artix is also a skilled hacker and I think we can also file this quite firmly under the Has Espionage Skills umbrella

#mechquest #artix von krieger #also I think I've thought of a possible explanation for why MQ Artix has espionage skills that no other version of him really does #and it's sad but not in a sad way more of an exhausting way #I think it's because MQ Artix is the only one who really NEEDS them #MQ Artix lives in a futuristic sci-fi world where capitalism exists and undeath-as-a-bioweapon is an EXISTING CONCEPT #Planetary governments and corruption thereof exist #MQ Artix HAD to develop espionage skills to get around surveillance and corruption and etc that would get in the way of his mission #meanwhile other Artixs live in fantasy worlds and can just Show Up With An Axe And Kill Things #such as this very example of tapping into Romero's security communications to track the zombie outbreak #they don't NEED to be sneaky

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haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted · 2 years

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