#hehehehehehhehe..

[ezr4styley781]

Uhmmmmmmm..

some draw art..?

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I have no idea for this :P

[knit-by-daylight]

Here’s some Great tits

[ramen2jpeg]

Hey lol…….old mans your tatsuya suou

Ive been super super into persona 2 and i really wanted to make a design for old man tatsuya 😇

ETERNAL PUNISHMENT SPOILERS

He is a detective now like Katsuya and is also a private investigator. Rather than gaining his memories at 18 like other side Tatsuya he gains them at a much older age, and goes rogue bc he knows that his life is going to be over soon but he doesnt want to go down without a fight 💔 thats my lore thx for reading heh

[gnabnahc]

DAY6 9TH MINI ALBUM BAND AID 2024.09.02 6PM (KST)

[wolfix-does-stuff]

Disguised a Fishwhisker in a friends card (they will never know ahahaha)

Fishwhisker belongs to @the-exiled-comic

[eliseliedl]

March reluctantly teaches us the art of Blacksmithing ♡

[forgettable-au]

omg paps has black bones, yeah? but wingdings doesnt, right? it doesnt seem like it. did they turn black because of the accident? like, if you compare pap to goopy gaster the black parts and white parts line up pretty perfectly

Y E S

WOHOOOO I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE NOTICE THESE DETAILS WOHOO

It's this little details that tell you a lot about the accident and it's consequences ( also I need ways to distinguish Papyrus and Wingdings, they actually have lots of subtle physical differences hehe)

[dykehelly]

we got wedding photos in do you guys wanna see. well I'm posting them. so. under the cut

[vulpixisananimal]

"How 'bout this?" (Asks Bonnie, holding up another spoonful of soup for you to try. You take a sip.)

(It's creamy, a little salty, nice and hot. It burns a little on your tongue but it was okay. Because once it was past your throat you didn't feel much more.)

"Tasty!" (You respond with a smile.)

(You were set up next to Bonnie as they cooked the meal for tonights sleepover. It was, differen't. Sure there were some similar stuff, samosas, rice, but they were making some soup for you now, too.)

"You sure?" (Bonnie pouted at you.) "I mean! Of COURSE it's tasty!!! Duh!!!"

(You let out a little laugh as Bonnie confidently goes back to cooking. They had been nicer than usual. Last time you were in the same kitchen you were banned from cooking for life. Not like you could now anyways, hahaaa. . .)

(You still couldn't move.)

(It had been a few hours, Odile had tried a few more things, Mira, Odile, and Isabeau had gone around town asking for help, trying not to cause a panic, reasuring people you were okay, trying to keep things discrete. You hadn't gotten a chance to talk to Loop.)

(It was all. . . So, so differen't. They were all acting similar but, differen't. The play had shifted, changed, they all had gotten a script and you had to improvise. At least you had a lot of rehearsals.)

(Even if they should probably just get a replacement actor, haha.)

(Look at you, can't move from the neck down. Had to get help to get anything. Stars, Bonnie would be more helpful in the house than you. . .)

". . . Heyfrin." (Bonnie took a pause from cooking. They didn't look at you.) ". . . Are we gonna be okay tomorrow?"

(H-huh???) "Of course we are." (You say with a smile.)

"I'm not a stupid kid, Frin!!!" (Bonnie yells.) "You always look for the traps and the keys and stuff and know where to go!! What if we can't make it! What if we don't get to the King, and, and. . ."

"Bonnie. . ." (You want to reach out to them. They're, are they crying?)

"And what if I don't get to see Nille again!!" (They were crying.) "What if, i-if. . ."

"You'll be okay, Bonnie." (Oh no you are nooooot ready for this talk.) "I, promise. I promise okay? You'll be okay."

"But you don't know that!!!" (Bonnie turned to look at you, finally. They looked like a mess.) "You don't know if we'll make it!! You're just, just saying that!!!"

(But, you do know.)

(You know that, no matter what, they'll be okay. You'll get out of this, eventually. It, it might be harder now but. . .)

(It might be impossible, but. . .)

(But. . .)

"It's not fair!!!" (Bonnie shook their head.) "It's not fair!!! You can't even move!! And you wont get to meet Nille!!!"

(Wait.) "You, wanted me to go back to Bombouche after-?"

"Of course I did!!! Crabface!!!!" (Bonnie angrily turned back to the food.) "I know you don't crabbing care about me but I wanted you to see my sister!!! Now you won't!!! None of us will!!!"

(That. . . That, this was new- wait, wait you know this!)

"Of course I care about you!" (You yell, a bit more emotional than you meant.)

"You don't crabbing care about me!!! You don't know anything about me!!!"

"But I do know about you. . ."

"You don't!!! Not even a little bit!!! You don't even know my three favorite foods!!!"

(Bingo.) "I do. . ."

"H-Huh?!?" (They turn to you again.)

("You love. . .") "Rice."

"Y-yeah, that's true, but. . ."

("And. . .") "Pineapples."

". . ." (Bonnie stopped crying and was looking at you surprised.)

("And the last one is. . .") "Samosas!"

". . . But. . . But what samosas?" (They pouted.) "Yeah!! I bet you don't even know that!!! Which samosas are my favorite!! Stupid!!!"

("Is it samosas. . .") "Without cheese and with potatoes?"

(They were just, staring at you, shocked. Just like before.) "Y-yeah. . . Those are, are my favorite foods."

(Yes!!! Still got it!!!)

"You. . . Do pay attention to me?" (They looked away, wiping away some tears.) "No that's stupid, of course you do. Or else you wouldn't have. . ."

(. . . Wait, what happens now?)

". . ." (They looked away still, thinking for a second. Then they huffed, turning to you.) "Okay. Maybe we could make it out of tomorrow."

(Bonnie paused again.) ". . . Hey 'Frin, I know you wont be able to fight tomorrow, so, maybe you could, help me how to fight."

(What? This, still is working?!?) "U-uh! I mean, I can't exactly show you right now-"

"I know that!! Dummy!!! I mean just give me some things to know or what to do or something!!"

"Well. . ." (Hmm, okay, maybe this could work, but. . .) "Okay, it's a bit late in the day though."

"Aw Crab." (Bonnie pouted, looking at the food they were cooking.) "Stupid."

(Oh well, there's always a next time. Maybe if you bring this up earlier in the day. . .) "But I know you're going to do great, okay?"

"Okay. . ."

". . . Hey, breathe with me, okay?"

"Uh, okay?"

(You said it on autopilot honestly. But you roll with it, you and Bonnie breathe in. . . And Out. . .)

". . . All good?" (You ask Bonnie. They nod.)

"Uh huh."

(. . . . . . This is awkward.)

". . . Don't burn the food!"

"CRAB!!!"

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

"Sif. . . Hey. . . Hey Sif. Siffrin. Siffarooni."

(Isabeau was whispering your name. It was like the other nights, comforting. In a way.)

(You were lying in bed. Staring at the celing. You couldn't sleep. Your mind had been racing with what to do, thinking up ideas, ways to get through the house, ways to survive.)

(You turn your head to look at Isabeau.)

"Uhm. . . Sorry? Are you doing okay?" (He asks. Alright, a bit differen't.) "Too hot? Uncomfortable?"

(You softly laugh.) "I wouldn't know."

"O-oh, right." (He looks away, sheepish.) "Sorry."

(Not being able to feel anything had been even more inconvenient than you thought. You couldn't feel if you were too hot, too cold, hurt, anything.)

"C-can, I check?"

(You nod. Isabeau reaches out a hand puts a hand on your forhead. You try not to wince, and try to savor it. He takes his hand back.)

"You don't feel hot, but, maybe, if you need anything I'll get it okay?"

(You smile.) "I'm fine, Isa."

"O-okay. . ." (He looks away.) ". . . I. . . Wanted to. . ."

("To tell you something.")

(Isa pauses, as he always did.) ". . . Wanted to tell you, something."

"The thing I wanted to tell you. . . . Is. . . . . That. . . . ."

"I. . . ."

("Don't have anything to tell you right now.")

"I. . ." (He pauses.) ". . . I . . . I won't leave, okay?"

(HUH?!?!?!??!) "W-what-?"

"I-I mean!" (He tries to keep his voice down. Looking to the side, nervous.) "I mean, I, I won't go untill you're better, okay? E-even after, after we beat the King, okay?"

(That's. . .) "Isa. . ."

(You look at him, he's, so bashful. Embaressed. He turned to look at you, smiling.)

"Hey, everything okay?" (Huh?!? That was Bonnie's voice. Usually Isa would get a faceful of pillow right now. You turn your head to look.)

"'Frin okay?" (They were wipping the sleep from their eyes, Mira had sat up too.)

"I-if you need anything, or anything's wrong, or-" (She asks, calmly.)

"H-hey I said I could be on Siffrin duty, don't worry!" (Isa replied.) "Promise!"

"I-I just wanted to make sure-"

"Let Siffrin sleep." (Odile spoke up, finally.) "And let me sleep too, frankly, otherwise I might wake up cranky. You do not want to see me cranky."

"Sorry."

"Sorry, m'dame."

"S-sorry. . ."

(They all get tucked into bed again. You turn back to Isabeau. He's looking at you, sheepish, like before. But, then he smiles. A big, biiiig smile. You smile back.)

(Finally. . . You're starting to feel sleepy.)

[aolyxe]

Thanks to everyone who praised my Krobus 3d model... I felt confident AND II I VENTURED TO MAKE A HUMAN 3D MODEL (SIMPLIFIED OF COURSE). THE FIRST VICTIM WAS MR QI BECAUSE I LOVE HIM

LOOK AT HIM WTF

IT WAS REALLY DIFFICULT, but I'm very proud of this 3d dude... THE MOST DIFFICULT PART WAS THE HAIR, I DID IT FOR A VERY LONG TIME AAAAAAAAA AMA CRYING

[rorydrawsandwrites]

FANFIC TIIIME

I've only read a few sentences yet and I'm already hyped!! Rambling in the tags below (part 1)

[bazpango]

hello it is me anon !!! I AM ENJOYING THE SHENANIGANS !!!!!!! when i read this chapter i took notes while reading (but only started doing so halfway thru) so i didnt forget any silly things to go silly about in your inbox . lets begin shall we .. LAWLIET BEING CALLED LAWLY IS SO SILLY WHAT !!!! explodes . also i was briefly hoping l and light were gonna get stuck rooming together and light was going to actually crash out about it but honestly this is better …… “he charges light , which is … a choice” HES SUCH A HATER i love that for him … what a guy .. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD AS ALWAYS !!!! looking forward to the next chapter ^__^ yippee yippe yippee !!!!

Omg you're a fuckin' sweetheart heheheheheh!!! Chapter 8 for your eyeballs!!

No I feel you. The slow burn is slowly burning. So very slowly XD. Sorry about that lol

[sensory-hyra]

MTMTE SENSORY BOARD POST!

Bumblebee sensory board🐝

The scout of cybertron🐝

Part twenty-seven of the MTMTE sensory board "mini" series! Next sensory board/character: Getaway!

[restlesskeychains]

aaa just wanted to pop in and say i LOVE ur "operation penelope" chatfic, i literally get so excited whenever i see it's been updated!!! ur dialogue is so good and istg ur characterizations are so incredibly wonderful <3333

Omg ty sm for reading it 😭😭😭 ik odys being so annoying rn but you’ve got some strength to put up with his bullshit bro I could never

I wonder why the author would make him such an annoying character like why

[xullian]

I couldnt wait to post this because im greedy,,,

Erorr from my au because i love him so much. HE ACTUALLY HAS A NAME and i spent about 20 minutes coming up with it [3

Error belongs to loverofpiggies

Varerratic belongs to xullian (me [3 )

[silverstudios]

Mum says it's my turn to write!

(Based on that break in idea I had)

The plan was simple, Patrick had told them, wait for the owner to leave, smash the window in the back, steal everything not bolted down. It was simple:sell everything they stole to the pawn shop down the street and under that shitty breakfast place, make bank, go back to the frat house and use that money to party all night long. 

Marcus glanced at the other three of this “Operation”, Patrick (their self proclaimed “Leader”), Nicholas (the “Brains”- the mere thought made Marcus roll his eyes), and Tom (that football playing brute). And then, of course, him- the only one of the group who knows how to drive a car. 

Truth be told- he knew this was a stupid, bad idea. They were committing theft, a crime punishable by law, and even if the police here were chill as hell, that doesn’t mean this was alright. But he needed that cash, and he needed the good social credit with these dumbasses to get through the rest of his college courses in peace. 

He just has to finish those courses- and then he can leave this backwater town behind and live it with his business major in some fancy city somewhere. 

“Oh- there they are.” Patrick whispered and pulled the group down into the bush- poor thing- and watched as a lanky person exited the house, locking the door behind them. Marcus raised a brow at the weird outfit- white lab coat and red goggles?- before shaking his head and watching as this poor bastard entered into their car- beaten up thing, almost as bad as his car is- and drove off. 

The rag tag team of thieves waited for a few more moments to see if they’d return, but after a minute or two Patrick stood, smiled at them and motioned for the group to move. 

Marcus took a deep breath to banish away the rising feelings of guilt and shame as he followed after his “friends”- god they were actually going to do this, robbing this poor guy blind- and had to close his eyes as Tom broke the lock on the back window, shoving it up so hard a small crack formed on it. 

“Remember- everything that isn’t bolted down.” Patrick snickered- like this was funny, like this was a fucking gaming and not a criminial action- and climbed in, followed shortly by the other two. Marcus waited at the window, his stomach flipping and throat thick. 

He could run and leave these dumbfucks with no ride back, he could do the right thing and call the police station, there are many things he could do…

And he chose to climb into that window. 

…It was a nice house, a bit small from the looks of it. The kitchen seemed nice, with its wooden floors…with….claw marks on them??? Maybe the dude has a pet. There was a cork board with newspaper clips pinned to it, a sink full of dishes (mood my guy, mood)....multiple things of peanut butter jars on the counter (not even the good kind of peanut butter) and a fridge with more claw marks on it. 

Marcus looked toward the others, who were already shoving glasses and pictures into their shitty backpacks, and sighed. They seem to have the kitchen under control…

He wanders out of the kitchen, looking around the living room. The guy had turned the lights off, making it nearly pitch black in there. Marcus slammed his hand on the wall and began fumbling for a light switch, eyes downward looking for any small critter on the floor. He might be robbing a house but dammit he will not kick someone’s pet, even by accident. 

The light flashed on, bright and sudden, and made Marcus squint his eyes shut. This dude has a lightbulb that has the power of the sun, or maybe all those drinks from last night were still messing with him….

He blinked away the spots in his eyes, sighed heavily and flung his backpack off his back. He looked up, ready to see what kind of things he could fit in this dinky old bag-

And his heart stopped in his chest. 

Sitting there, on the couch, a mostly eaten sandwich in its hands, blinking just as heavily as he was (maybe he had flashbanged it as well when he turned that light on), making direct eye contact with him…

Was something he thought was just a small town boogeyman, a grim fairy tale to keep the kids from being stupid and trusting strangers. The Smiling snatcher, east ridge  demon, whatever other fucking nickname this town had for this- This creature. This creature that, even while Sitting down, could tower over him. This creature which was slowly gaining a twisted, malicious grin on its face, its snack placed onto the coffee table next to the beaten up couch. 

“Ey Marcus, found anything good?-'' Patrick stopped dead in his tracks next to him, his breath caught in his throat. And based on the pause on the rustling, the other two dumbfucks either saw the creature as it stood through the little kitchen window thing or heard their fearless leader shitting himself-

But they all heard this creature Snicker and glare at them…

And if anyone was near this house- they would have heard all four boys scream bloody murder as it charged forward, a sickening cackle escaping it. 

…

…

Alex flung their door open with a loud sigh. Just another day working for Lankman, another day of intense guilt and mild annoyance at all the incorrect veligun information stated as truth. They glanced up, blinking for a few seconds….and sighed even louder. 

Clyde laid across the couch, a satisfied looking smirk on it’s face, a hand resting on it’s chest and tail flung over the top of the couch. Claw marks lined the walls that weren’t there this morning, a keep plastic table they had gotten a few days ago sat broken in half and they could barely make out the sight of their back kitchen window being both open and broken. 

Part of them wanted to ask, part of them wanted to know….but the rest of them was just too tired to give a single shit. 

“Hiiiiii Sandwich man~” Cylde purred from it’s spot as Alex passed it. “How was work?” “Same as always, awful and guilt wrecking.” “Hey, at least you have tomorrow off, yes?” “Yeah at least there’s that-” Alex paused, looking back toward Clyde with a raised brow. “.......Clyde?” “Yes?” “......Why do I hear….screaming, coming from you?” The veligun merely smiled larger, it’s clawed fingers tapping across it's chest and shrugged. Alex watched it for a second…sighed and shook their head. “Want a sandwich?” “Yes!” It sat up quickly, a short, muffled chorus of screams and shrieks racing from it’s body. Alex just rolled their eyes and headed into the kitchen, taking a mental note of the four backpacks sat in the corner.