#Up for interpretation

[pinkedify]

heartstrings

[hannaxjo]

It’s cold af here, so I’m letting them enjoy some summer (their favourite day of the year)

[sanity-love]

“I DON’T KNOW.”

this is honestly just an excuse to draw baby papyrus!! i personally like the headcanon that papyrus and sans are very close in age, as i think (?) that they were supposed to be twins or left ambiguous (but had to be changed for japanese localization). howeverr, i made some creative liberties in this animation so. here, have parental sibling sans.

i’d like to imagine that if baby papyrus had a gaster blaster, it would have round jaws (like bby papy’s widely spread fanon design) and be crying (due to a desperate want to not kill). him not having arms like monster kid is such a silly idea to me and i honestly love the concept of child monsters slowly growing arms over time!! (also i don’t wanna draw his hands and arms 😓) this video is kinda up for interpretation to what it means. could it have a connection to gaster? does papyrus know something? does sans know something? are we in deltarune or undertale? is there no deeper meaning at all? i have no idea either!!! use your imagination!!!!!

[simcardiac-arrested]

THE MOST OBJECTIVE MINDS ARE SMOTHERED WITH GOLD, THE MOST DILIGENT HANDS ARE CAKED WITH BLOOD, THE MOST

The Most Virtuous Sources are Packed with Integrity! We at For Reasons Known Care about Your Truth!

[fizzysfaz]

Made fanart for cold front!

(Bg: free on ibis paint!)

[syllogical]

I'm chasing a ghost

I don't know who he is

[mai3phy]

Strifesodos Day 1+2

"Rot/Fragile"

We're not so different, after all.

@strifesodosweek

[ultimate-mpreg-lover]

One Piece goth fam

Any guy can be a malewife but it takes a MAN to be a single mother

[looeyliker]

doodle dump!!! including shelly from one of my last posts

[renstardust]

Baptized in Fear

The light of a single candle flickered softly, emitting a warm glow throughout the bathroom. The wooden wick crackled as it burned, filling the silence, but not disturbing it.

Sinking down into the water, the surface rippled as your body acclimated to the heat, muscles tensing before relaxing. You leaned your head back, neck resting against the porcelain edge of the clawfoot tub, eyes fluttering shut.

The past week flashed throughout your mind - what felt like an endless, dull routine of work. You looked forward to the relief of the end of each week, having a few days to revive yourself both physically and emotionally before starting the cycle again. There was peace within the solitude of your home, within the silence and within every detail of your quaint space that you’d designed and tweaked to your own liking. Being home gave you a sense of control, a sense of belonging.

Even if it was lonely at times.

You don’t know how much time passed as you began to doze off, suddenly blinking your lashes open at the slightest gust of cool air along your face. A chill ran through your body, hair raising and nipples hardening even beneath the warm water.

In the golden candlelight, a dark figure stood in the corner.

The figure was large, tall - almost touching the ceiling, and while you couldn’t see the face from the shadows, you could tell it was masculine. Your heart began pounding in your chest, but worst of all: you couldn’t move a muscle.

Your body felt frozen beneath the water, tears brimming your eyes as you desperately attempted to wiggle a finger or toe. Nothing budged, the surface of the bath water remaining almost perfectly still. You couldn’t speak; hell, you could barely breathe, realizing that half of your face was submerged as well.

The dark figure stepped closer, almost curious, footsteps slow, heavy. Echoes disrupting the crackling sound of the candle nearby. As the figure crept into the soft light, sharp, aquiline features traced his face, disturbingly handsome. Dark, jet-black hair that was well-styled, a single strand just barely skimming his forehead. Black slacks, black leather shoes and a white button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up his muscular forearms.

Was this the devil?

“Not quite,” His voice, deep in his chest, broke the silence as if reading your terrified thoughts. A chuckle. “However, I’m sure he’d steal a few of my ideas.”

All you could do was stare, your tears trailing down your face before mixing with the water below. As the man stepped even closer, you felt as if your throat was being constricted, the very little oxygen you could intake through your nose getting cut off. This man hadn’t laid a finger on you, yet somehow, in whatever questionable state-of-mind you were in, you knew he was responsible.

Responsible for the tightening in your throat, and then, the swirling sensation that suddenly surrounded your clit.

You couldn’t make a sound or react in any way, your lack of oxygen only increasing the build-up of your impending climax. This felt like torture - all of your muscles wanting to tense but being unable to, lost whimpers and whines that could never climb out of your chest. This was hell, up until your release inevitably came. Then, for the briefest moment, it was heaven.

Purely horrifying, bewildering, adrenaline-inducing heaven. You were beyond starry-eyed, your vision starting the darken around the edges as you silently pleaded him with your eyes to let you take a breath of air.

The man loomed over you, rough and veiny hands gripping the edge of the tub as he crouched down to your eye level. His eyes were a golden-olive mix of hazel, drowned out by the darkness of his dilated pupils as he watched you in awe, gaze trailing along your naked figure beneath the surface of the water, as if he weren’t the one somehow doing this to you in the first place.

“Good…that’s good,” He cooed. A long finger reached out, stroking along the top of your cheekbone.

You closed your eyes, finally giving in, and then everything was black.

When you woke soon after, gasping and heaving desperately, you quickly yanked the plug of the bath. You stood on shaky legs, glancing around the dimly-lit bathroom, alone once again. You were grateful for your mobility, snatching a fluffy towel and wrapping it around your body as you stepped out of the tub.

It must’ve been a nightmare. Sleep paralysis, probably.

You would have been more convinced of that possibility if it weren’t for the slight ache in your lower region. Reaching past the towel, you hesitantly grazed your folds with your fingertips, noticing that they did feel a little swollen.

Maybe you masturbated at some point. Is that even possible, to reach an orgasm while asleep?

Your mind wandered, reeling through hypotheticals as you flicked on the bathroom light. Wiping the fog from the mirror, you immediately yelped, flinching backwards at your appearance. Eyes widening at the freshly crimson, finger-shaped marks around your neck, too big to be your own. The beginnings of what would become bruises. You stepped closer to the mirror, tracing along the markings with your fingertips, lips parting.

You began to question reality at this point, too stunned to think for a moment.

Footsteps somewhere outside the bathroom door pulled you from your state of shock.

He was still here.

[bedrockkbros]

c!tommy reminds me of that pigeon from Curious George. He knows how to get home but can just never seem to actually fly there. He's trying, he's trying really hard, but he just can't. Somethings blocking his way, and he can't seen to find the exit, so he must be guided there. C!Tommy doesn't have someone to guide him the right way, so he's left in the mouth of the wale. Left with the onlookers, those who won't help him.

[tire-d-artist]

WILLIAMS!BUTTER AU!!!!!!! They’re very happy to be teammates

Yeah remember that one sketch I posted? That was my first attempt at drawing this. Sometimes you just gotta try again

[the-star-rigel]

no let’s talk about cScott’s strategy in the life series being the social game. Let’s talk about how he’ll just kinda play nice with everyone and get to very high placements as a result. Do you wonder if his past allies feel used by him? If they feel like they’re just part of the strategy of his own game? Did you realize how rarely Scott has recurring alliances? Do you think they wonder about if they were just someone Scott could get to a higher result to feel good about? Or someone that could get him the win? Or are you normal

all I’m saying is usually we go on lengthy talks about Scott being nice and sweet and wholesome but this guy (character) is good at the murder game! Really worryingly good! Let’s delve into that some more!

[sigyns-drafts]

Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N. 

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence. 

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future. 

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone. 

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation. 

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this! 

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman. 

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response. 

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them. 

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty. 

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future. 

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before.. 

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.." 

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was! 

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong! 

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus. 

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside! 

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued. 

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. 

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus. 

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all. 

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god. 

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now? 

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it? 

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding. 

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully. 

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny. 

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

[rainnydayzz]

Basically to satisfy the masses here is a basic explanation: Yellow guy absentmindedly refers to red guy as dad and red really doesn’t know how to feel about it. He’s got mad anxiety right? So my boy starts overthinking how he acts towards Yellow to cause him to be related to his psycho of a father Roy. But at the same time he doesn’t really know how to process the idea of being a legit father figure when put into practice, but he somehow finds it comforting yellow would see something like that in him. Probably? He’s still not sure as his own father was rather dismissive of him. Dw guys duck cheers him up.