#(plus a doodle to fill space)

[craigularory-joe]

[tansypansydandy]

finally finished clem’s ref sheet!!! it’s not much, and this outfit is post meeting the turtles, but its still somethin :] i’m still working on her comic, but feel free 2 ask any questions! im down to doodle some responses <3

[maraschinotopped]

um. little guy doodles :) toying around with how his 'emotion' forms would look like

[miguelhugger2099]

Punk!Miguel who’s proud of his tattoos. At least most of them. He has some professionally done and others were stick and pokes from when him and Gabriel were younger.

Punk!Miguel who watches you with a smile when you touch up and down his arm. He hides the shivers down his spine when your perfectly manicured pink and green nails rake across the art decorated on him.

“What’s this one?” You poke at a terrible done smiley face, it was a little blobbed but barely noticeable with the much nicer ones done around it.

“One of the first tries my brother did on me when he was starting out.”

“And you kept it?” You tilt your head with a scrunch of your nose. Miguel laughs.

“Sentimental value.”

You scoff. “No way.”

“Yeah, way.” He takes your hands and pulls you closer, lugging you forward onto his lap where you belonged. Getting yourself comfortable you placed your hands on his chest.

“Are you just gonna have them on your arms?” You ask, tugging down his shirt for a peek at any new ones. Miguel smirks and stops your peeking by tsking and shaking his head—a knowing look on his face.

“Course not but tattoos cost money, babe.”

“You should get one of me.” You pout your lips, crossing your arms that makes you seem snobbish.

“What? Like get one of your face?” He laughs and leans back on his hands.

“No! Like—I dunno! Something sentimental about…me?” You look away, feeling the prickling embarrassment crawling up your neck. “Never mind!”

“Oh, so you want to be on my body, huh?” He teases, taking your hand and sliding it under his tank top to feel his warm stomach, faint dips of abs.

“You know what I mean!” You whine, feeling frozen with him holding your hand in place. He can’t help but find you adorable. Letting go of your hand to come around your waist as he leans up again, one hand coming down to cup your ass. He swallows your squeak with a kiss, unable to stop himself from biting into your sweetness.

Punk!Miguel who—even if he teased you about it—actually adored the idea of having a tattoo of you on him.

Punk!Miguel who thought day and night of what could represent you. Flowers he felt was done often, your name was cute but basic and anything else could very well be mistaken for something else. He wanted something that was obviously you.

Punk!Miguel who was rearranging his room again, bustling through various boxes for some spring cleaning.

Punk!Miguel who found his box of memories from when you two first began dating. It had been filled with all your gifts and letters you’d given him—every last piece saved securely in the corner of his room.

He smiles as he opens the box up again. Some pieces of papers falling out and the little broken keychain you got to match with him until it snapped when he accidentally sat on it.

He sits at his desk, flipping through the pages and tiny plushies you’ve given him. His heart swelling at the swirls in your writing with blue ink—the bunny pen you always wrote with.

The smile on his face continues as he reads through your words of love for him—words that you often found too difficult to say. He slams his forehead on the desk, blush coating his cheeks and ears while he groans loudly.

Each letter you’d given him ended with a print of your kiss mark at the very bottom. Some of it was a matte red, others was a faint glitter stain, but most of it was a soft pinkish color. The kind that was glossy and gave you just enough color that it looked tinted and natural.

His finger grazes the mark, an idea popping in his head.

Punk!Miguel who goes to a tattoo shop he was very well acquainted with, with an artist he knew extra well.

He slams his arm on the counter where a man was behind it, sucking on a lollipop and doodling in his sketchbook. The guy raises an annoyed brow.

“Do you have any space open for a walk-in client?” Miguel asks with a smirk.

“I don’t have space for annoying ones.” He sighs and puts his drawing pad away.

“I have money this time, Gabri. Plus, family discount.”

Punk!Miguel who is both afraid and excited to show you what he’s done to himself. He feels his heart hammering while he preps himself to show you. He’d done the aftercare as precisely as possible, taking extra care of it because this was no ordinary tattoo.

Punk!Miguel that lets you take off his shirt when he tells you he’s gotten a tattoo of you.

Punk!Miguel who smiles with amusement when you gasp and hit his arm that you were joking before! That tattooing is a permanent thing! He tells you that he knows.

His heart stills when you eyes land on his chest. On his left side, where his heart would be was your kiss mark. Just like the ones you left on the letters you used to give him.

You touch your lips subconsciously, your other set of fingers hovering over his lifted skin. You look up for permission and he nods, brining himself closer.

You marvel at the piece of work that replicated your lips. “Oh, Miguel…” You sigh, blinking back tears.

“Are you getting emotional?”

“No!”

He brings you to his chest in a tight hug, your hand still resting beside your kiss mark now permanently etched on his person—a permanent reminder that he is yours and that he loves you.

[thestarfishface]

D&Doodles from yesterday's session: Verity and Willow! More details under the cut.

Willow is the last member of Verity's old party- a cheerful bard and also Verity's oldest friend. I had a few ideas for her design in my head- twin braids, rounder features to contrast against Mira and Darius, etc.- but hadn't actually worked on her design much. Still want to do some more iterations, but we're getting there. I like the fluffier bangs.

And then some lil' Verity doodles! Drew a few versions of her as a kid (around the age she would have met Willow), plus the outfit she's wearing in my Fields of Mistria version of her, and also Verity-themed boba, because I keep coming up with cute "What if my characters had collab cafe drinks" ideas and it's cute, send help.

Also, I bought some washi tape and am finally using it for page decoration and filling empty space. Prepare to see more of that.

[ttshihiro]

pspspps.. totally not golden groovy woops

ANYWAYS HII!! heard u were open for requests. may i request tammy + qiu with and an artist reader :00

requests of my favorite fandoms are my catnip good gof woa who could this be‽‽ my reqs and my ask box are like always open btw >◡<

extra note/s: I refer to step 1 Qiu as he/him. Uhhh take this as platonic or romantic, I'll add an indicator for romance (𐙚) ^^

more under the cut > o

✧ At 10 years old, QIU's fascinated. How he discovers your interest and skill in arts varies but his reaction doesn't. He's impressed! Whether digital or traditional, Qiu would love to participate especially if you asked him yourself.

For this reason, he carries an extra pen and even those colored ones just in case you get bored or if you're suddenly struck by creativity when you two are playing :3

✧ The first time you show him one of your doodles you made during class, he's compelled to do the same whether or not you actually give him it. And ever since, you two've been exchanging these sketches during class. It's the cutest scene to walk into.

✧ URGH AND THE THINGS HE DOES WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT ART BLOCK DEPENDING ON HOW AND WHAT YOU DRAW

You're into drawing sceneries? Trust that he starts telling you and Tamarack about more "special things" in the forest and/or the town.

Like the sky? There's this clearing a lot further into the forest at your backyards. Stargaze, watch the clouds and the sunset together?

✧ It's also necessary for me to mention that unlike his notes, lazily pressed against eachother and constantly on the run, anything you give him goes to a safe space probably in between a books pages, under the the matress of his bed or inside a drawer/container.

"They broke into my backyard accidentally, 'cause they were on a crazy investigation about a paper airplane. Plus, they got here a day ago and they're already looking out for me. Normally, I'm the one doing that."

"Besides, they're pretty. And they make me pretty. Look! Look how they drew me!"

✧ As for 10-year-old TAMARACK, she's curious. The things you draw, are they based on actual places? Actual people? Oh, you draw based on your imagination? Elaborate.

✧ At some point in the prologue, she says "All the forests in the world are different, and some places don't even have forests. I can show you good spots to find things since you're newer to this forest than me."

And I can't not think of her running up to you to give you all of what she gathered for you to draw like omfg

With all those leaves and tiny branches sticking out of her hair and sweater, she smiles brightly with her hands filled with her treasures. AUGH SHE MAKES ME SO SICK I LOVE HER

✧ Like Qiu, she has her own safe spot designated for only your drawings if you've given her any.

She shows off all of them. Especially if you've drawn her?? It'll be the only thing she talks about during literally any time for the rest of the month and the few months after.

"Out of all the friends I have here, you're the best one. We came to the same exact neighborhood, almost at the same time, and are he same age. You have fun outside and I do too."

"I think you're pretty. How you draw me is pretty! I've never met a kid who was just like me. That's important. That's serious."

✧ Now, 14-year-old QIU's pretty much no different. They're even more impressed when they see just how much you've improved. Nonetheless, they treasure your old drawings just as much as they do they new.

They take the liberty of providing you with both a pen and paper to draw on when you're together, in case you don't bring your sketchbook (if you own one).

On those days where you two just sit in silence in their hideout, their gaze drifts to your side quietly a few times to watch your progress. After a while, they settle with sitting right next to you and watching the stroke of your pen against the paper as the scene forms with each hatch.

✧ As a teen, they've actually been a tad bit farther off the town when they feel like taking a ride on their bike. They've seen many sights and burn the route into their brain for them to tell you about. They'd even be happy as to bring you there themselves.

✧ If you ask them to be your muse, good god you'd need to tell them what to do.

It's almost a funny sight. Qiu, the kid who knew what to do their whole life asks you, "Should I pose? Where do I look? Ah- what's my good side?"

𐙚 They can feel their breath hitch under your scrutiny. Suddenly, they're concious of every single thing about them. Where do their eyes go? Should they move their hands? Is their hair in the way?

They avert their gaze flusteredly, their head ever so slightly moving to the side when they do so.

And good god do their hands clutch the fabric of their pants when you tell them to look at you properly.

✧ Same goes for TAMARACK at 14. She's as intrugued as ever to hear about your work. She admires (you)r style from then till now and has learned to appreciate the time gone into things as simple as this, whether or not you've made it with her in mind. BUT GOD IF YOU TELL HER IT IS, it's always sitting on her desk and she thinks constantly about what you've done for her.

✧ And while she doesn't exactly bring you a pen, she's more than glad to hand you hers when you need it.

✧ Unlike before, she'd now be at your side when you two hung out at her backyard. She'd be sitting across from you, practicing the cello. The hum of her instrument accompanied by the sound of nature and the scratch of your pen against paper gives her a sense of calmness.

This may also be when she realizes she's been your muse! Her fingers trace over where your pen has been and boy appreciate isn't even enough for her to describe how she felt. It was definitely happy, but that wasn't the word either.

𐙚 Her heart pounds alarmingly as she admires your work. It's almost concerning to you that she sits silently with a blank expression as she held your sketchbook in her hands.

But that concern washes off you as soon as a warm smile curls the corners of her lips, tender adoration displayed all over her face.

[starleska]

Hey I saw your fainting request and thought it looked great....I have a request of my own...

Can...you do wally x reader who is autistic? Like gets distracted and/or hyperfixated on things easily, does stims like arm flapping as an example, and other stuff?

Just love wally from welcome home ever since I randomly stumbled upon welcome home! I wish they would 'find tapes of the show' so we could legit watch the episodes and stuff! Imagine the glitches and tibits they could add in! Oh I'd love it! And I adore the puppets and this adorable horror so much!

oh hell yeah, this is the ask i was waiting for!!! 🔥🔥🔥 of course i can fill out this prompt for you darling - i'm autistic myself, and it's my headcanon that every single member of the Welcome Home cast is some shade of neurodivergent 🥰💖 the lovely official arm-flapping art of both Julie and Frank is all the evidence i need!! plus, Wally sleeping on a cake...i'm choosing to believe he's a big fan of that kind of texture 😂💖 speaking of!...

Wally Darling x Autistic Reader headcanons

⭐ when you first tell Wally you're autistic, he doesn't quite grasp the concept. he nods when you give the clinical definition, but it's clear he doesn't understand why you're making the distinction. however, when you first describe your special interests, Wally's eyes light up! he grabs a pencil and his sketchbook, and quickly scrawls a crude picture of your mutual neighbour Frank, along with a host of pretty butterflies. then, right by his side Wally doodles himself, surrounded by floating apples. "It's good to be excited by things," says Wally, with all the sage wisdom of a tenured professor. ever distracted, he flips to a new page and carefully (his tongue sticks out during the process!) renders you in pencil. then, he fills in the blank space with pretty, stylised doodles of all your most beloved interests - even the obscure ones which are not easily communicated in picture form 💖 from that moment on, you know you and Wally are kindred spirits. ⭐ stimming is something Wally does regularly, and he loves it when you stim too!! Wally's most prominent stim is singing - he's constantly humming a tune or thoughtlessly mumbling lyrics to himself, sometimes from known songs, and sometimes from original compositions. Wally is also prone to pacing and threading his fingers together when he's nervous or stressed: a rare occurrence, as his outward persona is typically bright and relaxed. however, Wally never wants his pals to feel left out: if his friends are stimming, he'll quite happily mirror the movements!! Julie adores it when Wally flaps along with her, and although Frank will never admit it, he appreciates when Wally sits on the floor and rocks with him. whichever stims you prefer, he's always delighted to be a part of what helps you navigate the world and make your body and brain feel better 🥰 ⭐ Wally loves to give you deep-pressure hugs. your new neighbourhood is a kind and accepting place, but even you can become overwhelmed by its sweet, rainbow brightness. you don't know why, but one particularly hypersensitive day, you begin to approach a meltdown and have nowhere to escape. without a word, Wally slips his soft, fuzzy arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest, face-first. his strength is astonishing, and although you have an initial moment of panic, all that tension and terror starts to slip away as you inhale his unique fruit-felt scent. Wally hums to you as he holds you - and keeps you in his arms until you feel relaxed enough to slip out of your own accord 🥺 i hope this is what you were looking for, anon :3c i know we all have our unique experiences as autistic people, but i hope this was broad enough and relevant to you. have a great day 😊💖

[your-local-uwu-artist]

MORE ALCOR DOODLES!!!!

-there was a good handful sketches that didn't make it to the final, some of them I plan to finish as solo drawings or on another doodle sheet

-once I decided to do the galaxy for the coat tails there was a number of failed attempts, and I questioned whether to go with a teal tinted or magenta tinted galaxy up til the end (the contrast and use of complimentary colors with a more purple/magenta tint was lovely and kept up the warm hues but in a similar manner the more teal and blue hues blended in while also standing out with it's cool hues: both were great options)

-the reason why I added those random pokemon team hcs was because that space there was too big to just fill with stars but too small to draw another something: so I just added the first thing that came to mind lmao

-tbh sorta nervous bout posting this cause I don't exactly put in the effort to be canon compliant: like I've sorta been formulated my own take on the tau in my head, as evident by my creative liberties taken with Alcor's design, I figured 'whats the point of a loose canon if you cant play with it' plus like 'i'm already cringe I might as well be free'

-speaking of the transcendence au canon though! if you're not familiar with the transcendence au the official tumblr ( @transcendence-au ) explains pretty much everything and is well organized :3 it's pretty much just so cool and epic and poggers, I love like, fandom-of-a-fandoms so much (like the utmv fandom and phandom's expansive fanon) , nothing more swag then a bunch of cool and creative people making something new out of something they love together!

-anyway back to art notes!!!!

-i love love love to use the coat-tails to show gravity: it's so fun

-the color yellow is both a dear friend of mine and a mortal enemy: tbh probably could've pushed the contrast between the main yellow and the more orange hue i used to shade here

-I draw so many fanged characters I forget how fun drawing shark-teeth style fanged characters is

-another uncertain decision was making the shoes brown: the thought was that it would help tie back in a warm hue on the lower half and bring the colors full circle but i'm not sure how i feel about it: i don't hate it at least.

-I like to think that Mabel would wear a few small goth-adjacent accessories as to signal to the goths that she is their ally

[kivino]

MORE ROOMMATE!SOAP PRETTY PLEASEEE!!!!!

ROOMMATE!SOAP HEADCANONS

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Word counter - ~900 words

Tags/Warnings - pure fluff!

A/n - ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE ANON <33 i can't really post a complete fic rn because i'm working on another midterm essay so here y'all go! I also have another fic with Roommate!Soap planned out, so stay tuned sdkflskdfjs

You two met through his sister, you, being her college friend, visited her and her family during breaks many times, and that’s where you met Soap. You two were on pretty good terms, and he would sometimes call you when he or his family were not able to get ahold of his sister when she would go out to parties (usually accompanied by you). However, the two of you became roommates only later in the future, when he decided that he didn’t want to live with his family anymore, but leaving an apartment all empty for months on end would just be foolish. So that’s when he decided he needed someone to co-exist with, and you casually made your way into his life.

Whole Task Force 141 plus Laswell know about you, because of how homesick he gets sometimes! And you don't always respond to messages, you have your own life after all (plus, Soap knows you're not good with texting back, so he tries not to pressure you). However, unintentionally he starts to remember or mention you in unrelated conversations. And that's how everyone around him knows that it's time for him to go on his leave.

Not a lot of people are allowed to call him Johnny. He still gives his older sisters shit for calling him that sometimes. You and Ghost, however, are both allowed to do it. Not like his discontent would’ve stopped you though.

More often than not talks about you in a way that makes it appear like the two of you are together, with how he’s all smiles during these conversations. Describes you like he’s an infatuated teenager and then gets confused when someone assumes Soap is talking about his significant other. It's not that he is oblivious to his feelings, or a dumbass, of course not, it's that his feelings lasted for so long that it's very much normal to him and he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary with it.

The love language that you both share is bullying and insulting each other relentlessly. Soap is less harsh with his words, but you’re just merciless. Sometimes it also grows into play fights and roughhousing between you. Soap tries to be careful, because he knows that he’s stronger (he’s in the military, duh), but he still won’t go down without a fight. So he goes easy on you.

We know that Soap has a whole sketchbook, filled to the brim with many drawings of various quality, his thoughts, and different garbage he picks up when he has the opportunity. A pretty leaf? Snatch. A random receipt from when you got groceries with him together? Snatch. A note you scribbled for him to finally wash his damn dishes? Sad snatch. When he's on leave he takes the opportunity to sketch you as much as possible, so he remembers every single detail of your face, the expressions you make, or the way you position your body. Soap does it to be able to replicate it when you’re not around him. He has millions of sketches where you’re napping on the couch.

When he’s absentmindedly doodling something during the briefings and meetings he draws small figures that resemble Task Force and you. One time he bought some colored pens so he’s not bored out of his mind on base, and the assigned color to draw you was blue, while he drew himself with a red pen. Gaz got green and Ghost he draws using a black pen, both Laswell and Price share the fact that Johnny draws them with a pencil.

One of the small traditions that you have when he’s on leave, is cooking something for each other while some show you’re not paying attention to plays in the background. The kitchen in the apartment is pretty modest, so two people cooking and moving around at the same time is a bit too much for such a small amount of space. When you get too into the process of mixing or cutting something and Soap needs to squeeze past you, he gently puts a hand on your lower back and you instantly know what he wants, because of how much he does it. It’s never arrogant or invasive, instead, it’s gentle and a bit playful.

Johnny’s very sociable and likes going out to drink frequently. You, however, prefer to not get involved in his escapades as often, so you stay home, instead telling him to call whenever he needs you to pick him up. On multiple separate occasions, when he came back home a bit tipsy, he would stumble into your room and fall on your bed, getting knocked out almost in a second. Soap’s snoring is pretty loud when he’s drunk or has a stuffy nose. Plus, he’s as heavy as a damn rock and you can’t move him because of it, so instead you sleep on the couch, sacrificing the health of your back for Soap’s sweet dreams.

Johnny is pretty good with his hands. If anything broken needs fixing, or anything heavy needs lifting he’s always happy to help. He’s also a decent cook, so if you’re not feeling like cooking dinner after you’re back home from work he’s ready to throw something together for you no problem. Partially because he knows that you’d do the same for him if he asked. And, well, he just cares about you. He’s ready to cook dinner for you for the next decade if it means you’ll feel better.

Your texts with him are filled to the brim with stupid videos and photos you send each other. If Johnny sees something that reminds him of you, what you like, or some random inside joke – you best believe he’s already snapping a photo and sending it to you.

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[frikatilhi]

Tilhi's Slam Book at Böle!!

Dear lovely people going to Böle, come fill out my Slam Book/slämäri/slämy!

If you're not familiar with the concept, it's kinda like ystäväkirja (friend book, is this a thing in other countries?), only home made. Basically you just answer a bunch of (mostly fandom themed) questions - kinda like an ask game but on paper.

(It's the ugliest thing I've ever seen since I don't have an artistic bone in my body, but that really just fits the grade school aestethic, don't you think?)

There's also space for doodles and stickers and stuff. Please come say hi and leave your mark? I'll be in the queue in the afternoon and I'll be sporting Pirkka sneakers with rainbow laces (plus custom shoelace tags if they manage to arrive in the next two days):

[joelletwo]

[ID: sketches of parts of various tf optimus designs. page one: g1, geometrically 3dly defined, lower leg, grille, and helmet highlighted, particularly the inner spikes on his head labeled "kitty ears, crucial." brief leg and chest window i dont remember the origin of. attempts at redrawing tfa hypercurvy lower legs, labeled "cant get enough lean on those stanky thangs" and "the street sweeperssss," plus a messy wiggly fullbody ("girl ur body is insane")

page two: cv, basic clean shapes, arms ("BIG fuckin block arms thumbs up big fan, dainty hands (relatively)") and chest window with wipers diagrammed along the slight bowing outwards ("nice"). as a whole, labeled "very sensible right angles fellow UNTIL," followed by his pelvis, decorated with glowy bits like stripes up his inner thighs (the bare bit between pelvis parts and leg. plating?), labeled "literally got a lit-up runway to those things, zettai ryouiki of the landsknecht fashion variety"

page three: ES, "MY LOVE!" highlighting his angular ("BIG wide" / "good outward-pointing movement") chest and shoulders, relatively "little kitty head," "good forearm shape (don't know what the window is but another common fun ES design detail win)," grille thing ("kinda tilts forward? confusing to brain-model but adds interest and pipes and tire on his inner abdomen good details, fills up space"), and lower leg ("lot of hard to proportion shapes for redrawing LOL but sooo good to look at," "so many good little articulations that feel real," likened to a triangle widening to a flat bottom ("flared, nice, good")]

Idle takasugi doodles derailed to scour the tfwiki and try to map the standout oppie traits in my brain to the right continuities (transcribe this later lol) <- DONE

[w0rm-3nthus14st]

practice drawing disguised as homestuck fanart like one would crush up a child's medicine and hide it in their dinner . plus some goofy doodles to fill empty space

[hauntingkiki]

would you be able to write some venture fluff with a translator reader? language doesn’t matter, but i would prefer not spanish so they don’t speak it ^-^

omg that’s a good idea!!

yall are so creative omg i love it😭

Ihr persönlicher Übersetzer, Liebes

Venture x German! Reader

Overwatch

2nd POV

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note: all german text will be shown like this -> hello!

~~

eichenwalde.

a beautiful, rundown place in germany, which was home to the battle of eichenwalde which reinhardt was apart of.

winston had decided to have a match here in germany, and rein took the initiative to go a few days earlier to reminisce, and a few of overwatch’s heroes decided to tag along to get a first hand tour around town.

and, of course, sloan wouldn’t dare to decline such an offer.

that’s where you all were, mindlessly walking about the stone streets of eichenwalde as rein talked about the battle, talked about each placed that was in the town because everything had a story for him, and he was more than happy to share them.

as the warrior continued his lesson- well, it was more of a ramble than anything- in one of the bars that he visited, sloan could hardly keep it together.

notebook in hand, they wrote down notes of all the things rein was talking about, sketching small drawings of the different places and random objects that caught their eye.

“-and with beer in hand, i stood up whist raising my glass.” rein grabbed a old, wooden cup, pushing himself away from the bar and throwing the cup into the air. “and i said; if i die, you all can say i died with glory!” he let out a laugh, the small group of you cheering with a small applause.

sloan slowly leaned over to angela, holding out the book and pencil for her to write the german dialogue with the english meaning.

“hun.” you called softly, placing a hand on sloan’s forearm which caught their attention. your eyes bounced from their face and to their notebook, quick doodles of you filled the empty spaces. “maybe you should put that way…you’re very distracted right now.”

sloan slowly closed the book, their pencil slipping into in between the pages as they adjusted their seated position, their left elbow propped onto the table you of two, plus some of the others, were sitting at. “i will, i will, it’s just…” they sighed, a callous hand running through their hair as they spoke, glancing off to the side before opening their notebook again, flipping through the pages. “i’ve just been struggling with what this says. i don’t want to bother angela and rein cause they’re having a great time talking to each other, but i don’t know who else to ask?” they stopped on a page that had a sentence in german, question marks surrounding the words with small notes like, ‘what does this mean?’, ‘is it a warning about the war?’ and other conspiracy theories that flooded their head.

you hummed as you leaned your head on their shoulder, reading over the letters a few dozen times before letting out a small gasp with a faint chuckle. “that says ‘here lies n/n l/n. pardon me for not rising’.” you gigged out, peeling your head away from their shoulder and looking them in their eyes.

their jaw dropped slightly, their eyes vast as they stutter out random syllables. their attention darted from the writing and back to you for a few seconds, their mouth opening and closing as they tried to find the right words. “you-you uh…you know german?” they managed to croak out, their face twisting in different expressions, it was hard to tell what they were feeling in the moment.

you slowly nodded, gulping as you glanced off to the side then back to sloan, their eyes practically stars from how much they’re sparkling. “uhhh…yeah…?.” you held out, chuckling awkwardly as you scratched your cheek. “i’m fully german and fluent in it.”

their finger pressed against the page, tapping it a few times as they spoke. “and…and you wrote this?” they gasped, their cheeks pink as a small smile cracked at their lips.

you nodded again, humming in agreement as you fiddled with your thumbs, picking at the skin that surrounded your nail beds. “yeah, when i was like nine; i was stupid when i was younger.” you whined, rubbing your forehand with your hand before running it through your hair. “my mom sent me to the library since i was failing my classes and she wanted me to study.” you waved your free hand around vaguely, cringing as the vivid memory popped into your mind.

sloan smiled brightly, jumping out of their seat with your hand locked into their left one while their right held their notebook. “tell me EVERYTHING from your childhood!” they laughed, excusing the two of you from the group as they dragged you out of the bar.

you laughed as you stumbled after them, catching yourself before chasing after them. “fine, fine!” you caved in, waving your free hand around as sloan cheered excitedly. “i’m not the best teacher, so, my apologies.” you scratched the back of your head, the two of you slowing your pace into a comfortable walk.

sloan gently kissed your temple, a small squeeze came from their left hand. “i’m sure you’d be fantastic, mi amor.” they gushed, smiling as the pecked your lips before dragging you back to the library where your carving was.

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“no, no no no.” you giggled, scooting closer to your partner as you bright a finger up towards your lips, slowing down the pronunciation. “my…name…is…” you held out, smiling faintly.

“my…name…is…” sloan dragged out with you, their mouth moving funny as they spoke in your native tongue. “sloan…camron.”

you sucked in a breath, laughing loudly as you tacked them into a hug, the two of you falling over, sloan on their back with you on their chest. “THERE YOU GO!!” you beamed through your fits of laughter.

sloan laughed along with you, their face burrowing into your neck as they softly peppered kisses along your neck and up to your jaw until they met at your lips. “see? you are a fantastic teacher.” they teased, gently pushing you up before sitting up immediately afterwards. they gently jabbed their elbow into your side, making you pinch their cheek playfully.

your hands cupped together in your lap, your eyes watching as your thumbs twirled around one another. “ah, it’s nothing.” you shrugged the compliment off, glancing at them before turning back to your lap. “that’s considered ‘easy’ german. wait until you get into the other conversation starters.”

sloan gulped at the sentence, giggling nervously as a hand shot up to their neck. “maybe i’ll just stick to spanish.” they joked, making you huff a small laugh. they wrapped their right arm around your shoulders, their fingers brushing against your shoulder blade in a comforting manner. “hey, but thank you for teaching me. it may seem stupid, but it’s really sweet of you.”

your face flushed a soft pink, rolling your eyes playfully as you leaded into your partner, your eyes fluttering close. “ah, don’t sweat it, love.” you grinned, looking up at them through your lashes. “hey, i’ll even be your personal translator for when you have explorations up here in germany!” you pinched at their side, earning a ‘aye!’ from your lover.

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idk why but i feel like i struggled writing this😓 like i had all of my ideas for this but i wouldn’t thread them together😭

BUT! i hope you enjoyed nonetheless!:)

[punsmaster69]

23/FEB/20XX

frisk splayed their limbs haphazardly across my lap as they constantly rotated to new positions, sketchbook in hands.

ending up partially upside down was surprisingly un-hindering of their ability to draw.

i tapped the spine of the sketchbook to get their attention.

they raised it up slightly to look at me from under the book.

i patted the couch once beside them.

readjusting off my lap so i could fit next to them, frisk gave me a thumbs up.

flop. they leaned their head into my shoulder slightly. whether affectionately or because i was hogging all the space on the couch cushion, i responded with a pat on their head.

they shoved the open page of their sketchbook into my face. pushing back what was shoved into my face slightly so i could actually see, it was a full doodle page of some funky lookin' dogs.

matching frisk's current nonverbalness, i gave them a silent thumbs up.

hours of silence watching this kid fill pages with random stuff were pretty relaxing.

flowey and papyrus burst through the front door interrupting the silence momentarily, but the door to frisk and flowey's room muffled the excited shouting fairly well.

i caught vague pieces of a conversation about dinosaur types, and which would win.

undyne sends a photo to the group chat of her, alphys, and toriel pointing at a gorgeous afternoon sky.

she's captioned it with:

"It's that GRADIANT SKY time!!!

alphys corrects her.

"gradient"

undyne responds with a picture of alphys texting the response.

toriel responds with a picture of undyne taking that picture.

...and alphys sends one of toriel taking a picture of undyne.....

i shrug and pull up my camera app. putting up two bunny-ear fingers behind frisk's head (as well as i can while they're laying on my arm,) i take a picture of me and frisk to send.

it goes quiet in the other room, and a moment later there's an image of a toy dinosaur war he and flowey have set up sent.

the photo-of-a-photo chain from the girls continues.

i turn off my phone for now.

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tori got home just shortly after i'd already made everyone some disfigured grilled cheeses for dinner.

she discovered us on the couch asleep, papyrus and flowey having joined us.

tori only realized i wasn't actually asleep when she flicked off the lights and my two stayed on.

jumping with quiet surprise, she quickly recovers and waves to me.

i wave back and free my arm from the monster pile (plus human) to wave and try mimicking a blown kiss with my non-lips.

the dark made it hard to see exactly how she reacted, but i heard a quiet giggle and something that i'm pretty sure was a reciprocating air-kiss.

in the dark, shuffling is heard before suddenly there's a blanket draped over us all. a shift in weight on my right side, and a fluffy lady joins the pile on her sofa.

[speeding-fox]

Just some drawings of Silver displaying some hedgehog behaviors. (Plus a random Shadow doodle to fill up the blank space.)

[artistic-vixen]

《♡ Some Expression practice plus a few randome doodles. To fill in the space. This time we get to see Emeril without her mask. Some of the doodles are things she has and likes. Like a chocolate cupcake with chocolate sprinkles. Or theres her journel and knife. As well as a skunk squishmallow she may or may not go to sleep with ♡》