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repost cause i fucked up- anyway shoutout to NERDlo

also shoutout to how i found it

undertale yellow has completely taken over my mind and im about to make it everyone's problem

I, for one, need more Starfox content (my name for Staroba). I need it injected into my blood. Bonus points if they adopted Clover.

You and me both. Staroba marrying and raising Clover as their adopted child is what's currently consuming my brain right now.

I like to think they sometimes all take naps together. Not always, since Clover is old enough to sleep on their own, but they like the experience of feeling safe between their parents.

@catwenttosleep 😏

Decided to drop some WIP Sketches for Paper Undertale Yellow

They will change a little bit through the final development but I wanted to share them for fun!

!!!PAPER STARLO UPDATE!!!

Wassup, back at it again and almost finished Starlo! Just wanted to drop a WIP sketch while I'm working on it!

Update is that i've almost finished the final draft and then I can proceed to emotes, ad alts! Once I finish Starlo I will begin working on The Feisty Four and their emotes!

After all the Feisty Five are complete I shall move onto Martlet and maybe work on either Mail-Whale or Mo!

PAPER STARLO

Took a while unfortunately, but hopefully I should have more time to myself.

More to come in the future!

so close! that's Grindy Undertale 2! do not give me a stupid cowboy, i will KiLL THEM.

GUIDING STAR— a UT Yellow fanfiction.⋆₊˚⊹♡

Delirious Hopes, Exalted Hero; Part One of Indeterminate . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ In the desolate expanse of the Underground, a frail traveler endures relentless hardships of the journey forward, eventually stumbling upon the vibrant yet overwhelming Wild East. There, an unprecedented encounter with a flamboyant sheriff offers a glimmer of hope and the promise of care amidst the perpetual twilight. What shall ensue?

The Underground, an obscure realm beneath the surface they hitherto dwelled, unraveled endlessly afore the weary, languid traveler as they endured their desperate journey. Each detestable corner of the bleak landscape held a tedious, if not strikingly plain irritating revelation— ricocheting from an anecdote of undistinguished information to a subordinate NPC mucking about in frivolous provocation of a brawl they were to certainly be subject to defeat upon entering— either way, the traveler evaded both nuisances with…somewhat ease and pacifism.

The human child, frail and delicate as a cusp of breath held, moved through the world with the limp of a piteous wraith. Each step ventured was a cumbersome force, each breath a shallow heave of gasping, shivering hope, and each waking moment spent upright and in motion was arduous torture.

They truly were not the right person to be in this RPG adventure.

Their journey, wrought with deprivation and tumult, only further aggravated the traveler’s inherent fragility. Hunger obnoxiously pronounced itself as their inside churned, and a rising fever danced on their brow as beads of sweat never ceased its stream down their forehead. The air was thick with an oppressive melancholy that seeped into their weary bones, slowing their steps and clouding their vision.

But the human endured, driven by perhaps plain foolishness, or perhaps, an unwavering sense of optimism— feasibly both. They treaded the desolate corridors of the Ruin and advanced to the summit of Snowdin, feeling the chill of the underground's breath prickle their flushed skin. The hours of their journey blended into a monotonous haze, each step harder than the last, until finally, their hope was satiated to ease.

The oppressive gloom gave way to a singular ray of light, a whisper of something different on the horizon. The Wild East…! They had heard of this place— a distinct mining town caught in the throes of a perpetual western dream, a terrain of vibrancy in an otherwise complete landscape of despair. The path forward morphed abruptly, sudden and stark. The air grew warmer, and the faint sound of life reached their ears: the clatter of boots on wooden planks, the twang of a distant guitar, the incessant murmur of voices.

The child stumbled into the town, their vision swarming with the colors and sounds of the unfamiliar place that appeared almost fantastical compared to the grim reality they had endured to their overwrought senses. Wooden establishment stood tall and proud, their façades painted in hues of auburn and gold, weathered by time but standing resolute. The streets bustled with monsters of all shapes and sizes, each one engaged in the daily dance of life.

With every step, the child's legs grew heavier, their breath more labored. The sights and sounds swirled around them in a dizzying spiral, a contrast to the silence they had been subject ceaselessly. They could feel the last of their strength waning, a faint pulse of life struggling to keep them upright.

And then, as if summoned by the very last of their will remaining, a figure emerged from the crowd. A distinct, flamboyant silhouette made its entrance with all the flair and dramatics of a stage actor stepping into the spotlight. He was a (albeit, hazy) vision of Western splendor, all wide-brimmed hat and jangling spurs, his eyes twinkling with exhilaration that bordered on wild.

The child's vision narrowed to a tunnel, with the exalted figure at its end, a beacon of hope and safety. Admittedly, this incessant and immediate glorification of the distant stranger was likelyyy prompted by the child’s poor state, or driven by delirious hope. Their legs gave way beneath them, and they collapsed forward— a measly ragdoll in the clutches of gravity. The stranger’s eyes widened in surprise, but his arms were swift and sure, catching the child before they could hit the ground.

"Well, now," he drawled, his voice a warm , bemused rumble— an almost tender caress against the child’s frenzied auditory cortex, "look what we have here."

The limp rag of a child, rendered too weak to respond, could only cling to the warmth of the stranger’s enveloping limbs. Oh, a hug. The sheriff’s hold was firm yet gentle, his imposing presence a fixity in the child’s overwrought senses. He held the child close, feeling the feverish heat radiating from their skin, the shallow breaths against his chest.

Warm, he was. Excruciatingly so. Their tenderness offered felt more debilitating than the traveler’s tumult fought.

God, when was the last time they were held?

"You just hang on, partner," he said softly, a hint of genuine concern breaking through his theatrical bravado. "We'll get you fixed up right quick."

And so, in the heart of the Wild East, beneath the darkening, hidden sky in the hues of twilight, a bond was forged. A weary traveler found refuge frantically buried in the arms of an eccentric sheriff, and there’s a sense of newness present in the still air. A beginning, a new chapter flipped.

coquette starlo ྀི be upon ye … sell a gun to this child … ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

also p.s/mod’s note: i DO not know what this is do NOT ask me… erm. honestly i’ve just been feeling awful about some health problems and erm yeah eccentric cowboy sheriff saves the day !! i have no idea why he’s so comforting he literally tried to kill us in every route ALSO this is saur corny omg …talking ‘bout a “new sense of newness present in the still air” !! new chapter flipped !! more like new chapter FLOPPED !! alsaur this might be a series but i honestly cannot tell what this is or where this is going and school is starting for me soon so don’t count on it 👍

u asked 4 a tag… gonna die @schnozzlebozzle

GUIDING STAR— a UT Yellow fanfiction.⋆₊˚⊹♡

Fractured Dawn, Heaven-Bound; Part Two of Indeterminate . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ In the dim light of a dilapidated, poorly-maintained clinic, the frail traveler wakes from fevered dreams to find themselves under the care of the eccentric sheriff, North Star. Amidst the pain and weakness, a fragile bond forms, offering a glimmer of hope and the promise of healing in the heart of the Wild East.

Trigger Warnings: Moments suggesting disability and/or chronic illness(es) although never explicitly stated, and body dysmorphia due to aforementioned hints. Please heed said warnings and stay safe.

The world was a haze of ache and fevered dreams. The child stirred from the depths of their unconsciousness, their body heavy and unresponsive, as though anchored to the bed by an impossible, insurmountable weight. The clinic, identified as such by a swift observation, around them was a far cry from any sanctuary of healing— its walls were cracked and peeling, the air thick with the scent of apparent neglect. The thin cot they lay upon wes draped in unwashed sheets, stiff and stained, adding to the pervasive sense of discomfort that clung to their every breath.

Their mind, still clouded by the fever's grip, struggled to piece together the unraveled fragments of their journey. They remembered the bleak corridors of the Underground, the harsh landscape that seemed determined to break their spirit, and finally, the vibrant chaos of the Wild East. And then, the sheriff— the eccentric, almost comical, caricature of a Western dream— catching them as they fell and subsequently faintined, his presence a strange amalgamation of absurdity and comfort.

Now, in the dim light of the clinic, the child felt the full weight of the ordeal settle into their weary bones, oppressed with fatigue and weakness. The adrenaline that had driven them forward was gone, replaced by a creeping pain that gnawed at their edges. Every movement was an exertion, every breath a struggle. They felt as fragile as glass, teetering on the brink of shattering.

A deep sense of abhorrence welled up within them, a loathing for the weakness that held them captive. They had always prided themselves on their resilience, their ability to push through adversity. Yet now, their body betrayed them, refusing to obey their will. They tried to sit up, to fight against the tide of their own frailty, but the effort was too much. The world tilted, their surroundings doubled in their vision hazed in weakness, and they sank back into the bed, defeated.

Fuck.

It was then that the door creaked open, and the familiar figure of the sheriff stepped into the room. Although less glorious removed from the traveler’s delirious stupor, his presence encompassed the entirety of the space, larger than life, his usual theatrical bravado tempered by a genuine concern that flickered in his eyes.

"Well, howdy there, partner," he greeted, his jubilant intonation yielding a warm, rumbling affection. "Glad to see you're awake."

Despite their near mental unravel the mere moment prior, the child managed a faint, weary smile, though it felt more like a grimace. The figure approached the bed, his movements surprisingly gentle for someone so flamboyant. He pulled up a rickety stool and sat down, and the traveler, nevertheless how delirious and exhausted, mentally remarked on how his eyes never once left their face.

Admittedly, it made him look kind of a dork— his back hunched, his limbs drawing the chair to his backside, and subsequently jolting forward nearer, and his attention undivided in almost discreet, meticulous observation of the traveler’s expression. How endearing.

"You gave us quite a scare back there," he said, his tone a mix of humor and earnestness. "Just collapsed right into me. Talk about a first meeting, huh?"

Succeeding an embarrassed flush, the child’s lips part agape a weak chuckle, which quickly escalated into a vehement cough. The cowboy’s expression softened further, a rare glimpse of the man beneath the sheriff's persona.

"Hey, listen, kiddo," he continued, "you're in pretty rough shape, yeah? We got a clinic here, but as you can see, it ain't exactly top-notch. We're doin' the best we can with what we got. But you need to rest, let yourself heal."

Huh, “kiddo”…

That was nice.

The child nodded meekly, the effort of even that minuscule, nearly indiscernible movement rendering them breathless. North Star extended a hand in reach for them, his hand resting lightly on their shoulder— swiftly obscuring a grimace upon the sharpness of bones prominent against the child’s flesh upon touch.

"I'm North Star," he introduced himself, a strained, although reassuring smile playing on his lips— and a sudden, boastful air of pride. "Sheriff of these parts, for better or worse. And you, my friend, are under my care now. So you just focus on gettin' better, and we'll take it one step at a time."

Inexplicably coaxed by the tenderness thus offered, the child's eyes fluttered closed, a sense of weary relief washing over them. It was almost against their will, instinctive— to fall so vulnerable, to the extent of unconsciousness.

For the first time since their fall into the Underground, the hope they so desperately clung to was eased and satiated. In this dilapidated clinic, under the watchful eye of a most unconventional sheriff, they had unwittingly secured themself a sanctuary, however eccentric.

And as North Star sat beside them, humming a soft tune that echoed with the warmth of a bygone era, the child drifted back into a fitful sleep. The pain and fever still clung to them, but there was a promise now, a fragile bond that whispered of healing and the strength to endure.

“When you get better, I’ll take you out for Ice Cream, yeah?”

p.s/mod’s note: rip starlo u would have 💘ed Backburner … guess i won’t ever minddd crisping up on ur backkkk burnerrrrr (distant echoes of “back burnerrr” over and over again)

also hi an update ?? to this fic ?? um …i kinda projected for a moment erm oops !! just needed a little bit of comfort ermmm damn !! IDK bro but part one here !!:

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GUIDING STAR— a UT Yellow fanfiction.⋆₊˚⊹♡

Delirious Hopes, Exalted Hero; Part One of Indeterminate . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ In the desolate expanse of the Underground, a frail traveler endures r

reader will get a little better maybe in the next chapter ?? and possibly meet the posse !! and Ceroba !! also here’s ur tag lemme know if u want me to stop with it LMAO @schnozzlebozzle

So I got into Undertale yellow… Here u have some fast sketches :P

Pretty sure someone else has done this before cuz I’m a bit late, but I wanted to participate on this trend

Starlo pfp! You can use it with credit :)

Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I don't have a lot of time lately, so I won't be uploading very much :(

*Finishes a show/game* Wow that was really good! Sure hope this doesn't totally engulf my life or anything and i don't completely and utterly fall in love with the characters! Surely not, right?

yah

i made my self insert look all fancy on purpose because i thought it would be funny if he looked really out of place (his name is Ezra btw :3)