Asgore doodles, and a fic idea I have sat on for a while for a slow burn with Sans.
Just two in-denial friends who got stood up by their bovidae dates
Rewatching Porco Rosso, and they really remind me of each other!
((His dub is my personal interpretation of Sans' voice!))
I'd prank the whole of Snowdin by dressing up as Sans for a whole day and having Sans not acknowledge it. Turn up to Grillby's, sit down and go, 'The usual grillbz'. Fill a ketchup bottle with juice and pretend to drink it.
Bonus points for double crossing and teaming with Paps.
They're watching Mettaton-
I'm dreaming of summer so have a hot doodle!
Anime And Drinks!
'Right, it's YOUR turn!' Her finger lands square between your eyes, yellow sneer so wide it's practically folding her eyepatch in half. She's swaying, or you are, you're not sure. Folding your hands over your lap feels like a victory considering how much coordination you have right now.
Undyne takes your mild obedience as the go ahead. Resting both a palm on each of her knees. She'd fall if she leant any further.
'Truth-' Alphys lets out a light chuckle.
'-or dare?' Undyne finishes.
You draw out a long, dramatic second to rest a finger on your lip. Pout and all. Sans watches you, his eyelights fuzzed out along the edges and grin lazy. Papyrus returns from the kitchen, hovering just behind the couches.
Considering the dares this evening, you answer,
'Truth.' Undyne guffaws,
'You're SUCH a wimp!' You stick your tongue out at her. You sure as shit that Undyne would have made you spar if you picked dare. Would she even pull punches? She's just as drunk as you. A shiver simmers over your back, remembering the feeling of her magic polearm driving into your side.
'Alright, alright,' Undyne finally concedes. Thank god. She pushes off of her knees, draping over the backrest of the couch as she tries to decide what to ask.
She seems to draw a blank and instead just looks to Alphys expectantly. Her girlfriend catches on quick, wild excitement that you weren't used to seeing taking over her features.
'W-Who do you like!?' Alphys shouts out quickly.
You could clap a hand to your face at how childish it feels, but in your drunkenness just laugh loudly. You feel the attention on you, but only one is really standing out. Sans lifts his bottle to his mouth, taking a slow, unaffected drink.
Well... that was an easy question. You're eyes slip to sans' slippers. Was it worth it? The rules are to tell the truth...
Besides you had been looking for an excuse to hint at it all night...
'Sans!' You beam and chuck a thumbs up to really drive it home. With a loud choke, ketchup goes flying out of his mouth. Alphys looks floored, Undyne simply turns to her,
'FUHUHU I TOLD YA'!'
Well that wasn't exactly hinting.
Mafiafell is a soft spot of mine I can't lie <3
I feel like the internet forgets him sometimes....
Training with Undyne!
Based off of The Mathematics Of Love And Loss by @fruitsofopal-blog . I will probably do a couple more doodles from this one since it just had a lot of moments I really liked!
The fic is completed and absolutely amazing so do go check it out <3
He's just sitting there....
...to be fair what can he even do back?