#GIT IT SAN

[bokzbandeet]

"You mean OBCD"

Here a wet mouse gif in case anyone is interested

[jilliantheartisttwerp]

Update:

I'm still homeless...

BUT-

My undertale phase got rekindled and is now taking over my brain.

I've got nothing but fresh on the brain.

I've been infected by the parasite.

I don't know if this is a cry for help or not.

It's also turning into a timeline au at this point I think.

Have some doodles of the shenanigans me and my friend have created.

There's more but it's unfinished.

[spotaus]

Posting this wip incase I don't get around to coloring it anytime soon, but here's my take on my silly Shape-shifting Monster oc Pretender in a universe where the Shape-shifting is too op and so I had to nerf him! (It's my own au, I do what I want- It's great for Worldbuilding-)

[cittythekitten]

Close Call In the Well

It was a mistake. An enormous mistake. Right above them, 2 death angels are closing in. Their twisted limbs making it easier for them to crawl down into the pitch black well. Their claws dug deep into the crevices making an eerie screeching. To make things far more worse, everytime they move, they make a ripple. And it sends vibrations making the sensitive hearing death angels pinpoint their coordinate.

This has mostly been Abyss's fault. If he hadn't tripped, they wouldn't have 2 death angels on their tail. Killer would have threw a punch at him if it wasn't for the death angels. They could teleport out but it would be extremely risky. They could have stepped on dried leaves and alerted the death angels. Killer, who is wearing a fluffy coat with spongy boots and gloves for sound absorption, firmly holds Abyss's arm. It's a miracle he hasn't break Abyss's arm yet. They both stood still, hoping the death angels would lose interest in them.

The death angels bulletproof plates on their head opens in a bone chilling way. One by one the scales exposed the soft part of their head. They make a few clicking noises, sending echo around the well. 'Echo location.' Killer thought. Killer tightens his grip on Abyss's arm, almost breaking his arm. Abyss tries his best to not quivering in fear but this is by far the closest he has been to the death angels. It wasn't entirely sure whether he was quivering because of the death angels or Killer's tightening grip. Killer gives him a death glare before putting his hand on his neck and making a motion across his neck as if to tell him that if he doesn't stop quivering, Killer will kill him by himself.

Each second goes by, the death angels got closer and closer. 8 feet, 7 feet, 6 feet, 5 feet. Killer slowly moves his hand to his belt. He grips on his PSS silent gun. Luckily for him, he already loaded the ammo. He slides the gun off from its holsters carefully. If he shoots one of them, the other one would immediately charged at them. He could use Abyss as a MEAT SHIELD but he is still useful. Melee weapons are a bad option. Killer makes a sign language to Abyss telling him to get ready. Abyss nods shakily at Killer. As soon as the death angels are right above them, Killer held out his gun at one of them.

Just as he was about to open fire, a commotion was happening outside. It attracted the death angels. They immediately climbs out from the well and disappeared. The two of them finally can breathe after holding their breath for so long. They don't really need to breathe but magical monsters thingy makes them uses oxygen.

Abyss climbed on Killer's back and crawls into a magic bag. One moment he was there, another moment he was gone. Abyss should have stayed in the bag but he wants to learn survival skills so Killer let him out. Now he is grounded and Killer is not going to let him out of the bag anymore.

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Undertale by Toby Fox

Killer by Rahafwabas

Abyss by Meta-Kazkz

A Quiet Place AU by me

[iris-qt]

𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚘

🫧 ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🫧 ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

🫧 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

🫧 ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴜʏꜱ’ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ!

🫧 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴜɴᴡɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜꜱ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ɪᴛᴀʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ’ᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ʀᴜɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇxɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ

Azure blue skies and endless summer breeze tails you through the rolling green countryside of San Gimignano, Italy. This was true, pure bliss. A flow of relaxation that you haven’t felt since…Merlin knows when. The stress of endless exams and finals, everlasting prefect duties, and bickering with your horrid nemesis really left a mark; as represented by your unrelenting dark circles and deep forehead lines.

But at least all of that was giving way to the Italian atmosphere and it left behind a happy girl that would donate a kidney to spend her entire summer here. Unfortunately you were only visiting for a week before school began once more; your final year. This brought a sense of dread to your heart as you would miss the enchanting castle. Your second home.

You pushed that aside as you zoomed through the countryside of this ravishing country on your cute little teal Vespa. Truth be told you’d never driven a muggle vehicle before, but there’s always a first time for everything.

And so your lack of experience with muggle vehicles was the cause of you not being aware that gas has to be filled. You thought the meter getting closer to 0 represented the dissipation of your happy mood as you were, per usual, plaguing yourself with paranoid and pessimistic thoughts. The sudden shuddering of the Vespa made you lose balance and you began veering off track, you and your precious vehicle zooming down a hill with the sheer force of gravity. You screamed for dear life, and, at last, landed in a shallow pond with an enormous splash.

You bobbed up, gasping for air, and scrambled out of the lake quite ungracefully, summer outfit ruined and soaking wet. And suddenly, you heard a scarily familiar, devilish chuckle that just so happened to find your tragic predicament amusing: your mood as drenched as your clothes.

As you slowly glanced up trembling, not knowing if your shaking was from the water, shock, pure rage, or all three, you made direct eye contact with a certain boy musing at your tragedy. His eyes were overflowing with humor as he was leaning against a tree, his tanned legs crossed over each other. He seemed to be reading a book which he put down as he had found something better worth his attention. He gracefully stands up, a complete contrast from how you scrambled out of the pond, much to your annoyance.

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, angioletto mio?” He smirks.

“Nott,” you scoffed. “Small world…or cruel fate,” you stand there, dripping wet, arms spread out like a martyr.

Of course you knew the insufferable Theodore Nott was Italian and often visited family here, but you didn’t think you’d be subjected to his presence in such a big country, especially in the less populated countryside. It was truly just cruel fate that brought this spawn of satan before your eyes.

“I didn’t know you were that desperate to see me,” Theodore cocks his head to the side, quite enjoying this arrangement. “Risking your life on a muggle vehicle zooming to my town.”

You roll your eyes, and if you were in a cartoon universe, trust that there would be steam coming out of your ears.

“Trust me Nott. I had no intention to run into a walking headache on my vacation.”

The insufferable git kept smiling, moving closer now, standing right in front of you so you could smell the usual dizzying scent of sandalwood and pine. Summer edition Theo had a hint of citrus mingled in with his intoxicatingly annoying scent.

“I already got you soaking wet, now you just have to get naked,” he laughed with the most disgustingly smug look on his face that you almost slapped off.

“Are you done?” You glared at him, ready to storm off and free yourself from the torment of his presence.

He shrugged, looking you over.

“Need help drying off?”

“I need help out of this conversation.”

“Oh stop, y/n, you can do better than that,” he grinned

You sigh very well aware you had no other option. You hold out your arms and shut your eyes waiting for his casting of the Hot Air Charm. Since you had resolved to live the simple muggle life for this vacation, your wand was locked in a vault at your hotel room.

Theo laughs, “Are you waiting for a kiss, principessa?”

You open your eyes, confused. “No, I’m waiting for you to dry me off like you said, idiot.”

He laughs again shrugging and says, “I don’t carry my wand around my domain, there’s no need.”

“Then, pray do tell me, Nott, what was your plan in helping me?”

He gives you the most shit-eating grin and grabs your hand, scaring you a bit, then begins pulling you up another grassy, verdant hill: one that isn’t hiding a body of water behind it. You have the urge to resist, but just give in. The drop from your adrenaline-rush you’d been maintaining for the past 3 days had collapsed, causing you to come down with an attitude of resolve. He dragged you up the hill, your wet sandals making squelching sounds, each one demeaning you more and more. You hated this shift in power where the perfect git was overshadowing you. You hated it. You hated him. I think.

“So why were you in the countryside? Other than wanting to see me so badly, of course.” He looks behind him and shoots his watercolor poison into your soul as he makes that unblinking eye contact. Another thing on the meter-long list of things you despise about him.

“I was in a self-deprecating mood and decided to ruin my record streak of relaxation by finding you,” you deadpanned as you rolled your eyes for extra affect.

“Y/N relaxing? You must be lying.”

He chuckled a bit as you two stopped at the top of the vast hill, looking down to a meadow of wildflowers. They glowed like colorful jewels in the blinding, comforting summer sun.

“What’re you gonna do, push me off?” You smirked, half wishing he’d do so. Maybe this was all a nightmare. A beautiful, lush, tinged with the familiar scent of Theo nightmare.

What you didn’t expect, however, was him saying:

“Precisely.”

And with a surprisingly gentle tug, he pulled you down on the top of the hill, pushed you back in a laying position before you could protest, and quite literally pushed you down the hill. You screamed as you, for the second time that day, gave all free will up to gravity, rolling down the hill at a crazy speed. You knew Nott was your unproclaimed but painfully obvious nemesis but you never thought he’d attempt murder. You finally stopped and lay there, sprawled on your back, heaving from the rush. It was kind of…fun?

Theo rolled down right next to you, laughing, as he sat upright. There was grass in his curly, brunette hair that you couldn’t help but reach out to pluck. He looked away quite shyly. Did your eyes deceive you, or did he just blush? You must have heat stroke. Good thing you had your wet clothes to keep you cool: they were significantly drier now.

You stand up and Theo starts laughing in a way you’ve never heard him laugh before. It was almost…endearing?

You put your hands on your hips teasingly and ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

He chuckles affectionately. “Mio angioletto, you have something…everywhere.” He bursts into laughter again. “Beware grass woman rising from the Italian hills,” he gasps through his fits of laughter.

You couldn’t help but smile so wide; his happiness was almost as contagious as his teasing.

You look down and realize the grass was sticking all over your outfit, covering you in verdant greeness. There was an itching sensation bubbling to your skin, but you ignored it. You couldn’t help but join in with his laughter as you could imagine you looked like green Chewbacca.

“Is this your sick way of tar and feathering me, Nott?”

He recovers from his laughter and stands up with you, peeling a wet blade of grass from your cheek.

“Alas, you have uncovered my motives,” he teases, grinning.

“Well, your actual motives didn’t work. I’m still sopping wet.” You wringe out the side of your shirt for dramatic affect as it produces a downpour of water.

“There’s more to my motives, mio angioletto. If at first you don’t succeed, try try again.” He grasps your hand again with a beautiful look on his glowing face and pulls you up to do it all over again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

Until the sun is caressing the distant hills, getting ready for its nightly departure. The sky is painted shades of teal and purple; still bright but just so. The breeze is still gentle, and so is Theo’s hold on your hand, as he guides you back to his tree by the wretched pond.

Don’t ask yourself what you and him were at the moment. Don’t ask yourself how years of rivalry and pranks. Of stress related to the both of your never-relenting efforts to beat the other. Don’t ask how that all faded away, as you sat in the setting sun.

Unfortunately, it isn’t in your nature to just ignore logic. And Theo knew it. So he distanced himself from you in light of the passing moment of rolling down flower dotted hills, letting go of your hand. It was as if an igniting flame in your heart had been stifled. He sat across from you by the tree. A silence falling between you two.

The slight itching you had felt earlier had been slowly increasing, and as the fun fell away, it began grabbing your attention. The feeling was in your throat now…something wasn’t right. And that’s when you remembered something that Theo’s warm presence had melted away from your mind. As if your brain had tricked itself to forget about this important fact to permit you and Theo’s fun. You were allergic to wildflowers. If exposed to them for a long time? Horribly allergic.

You started coughing and then choking, pointing to your neck to alert Theo to the problem. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening…he had noticed your uncharacteristically red skin, but he had dismissed it by thinking it was the sun’s doing. How could he overlook this?

Your choking grew louder as you fell onto the grass, Theo scrambled around crazily not knowing what to do in his initial panic.

But then he remembered

He pulled out his wand and cast a healing spell which would diminish every affect of an allergic reaction. You started being able to breathe again and your throat cleared, along with your skin returning to its original color and texture. You were gasping in shock, slightly embarrassed that you had been in such pathetic situations in front of Theodore twice today. You were both holding each others’ arms and breathing deeply. You recovered slightly, attempting to lighten the tense mood.

“Well, if your true motive was to kill me, Nott, I’d say you almost succeeded.” You let out a weak, unconvincing laugh.

“I..I am so sorry, y/n, I genuinely didn’t know..” he looked crestfallen. More shaken than you in fact. Wait a minute…

“Hold on,” you raised an eyebrow, your shock of almost dying completely gone and replaced with a new shock. “I thought you said you didn’t have your wand?”

Theo’s eyes widened sheepishly and he grinned, looking as guilty as ever.

“Ok listen before you throw a fit-“

“I don’t throw fits, I diplomatically argue.”

“Before you throw a tantrum, let me explain.” Theo runs his fingers through his hair looking nervous, and, for the first time, failing to make eye contact.

“I just…I knew you’d leave if I just dried you off. You only stayed because you needed help and, well…” he sighs.

“Well?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about you all summer, y/n. I lay awake all night and I day dream all day. I swear I even saw you in the stars..” he gives a nervous, strained laugh.

“You never leave my thoughts, but I was sure it was just because I had to prove myself. To beat you. But you didn’t even leave my brain after school ended. You haunt me every day. When I saw you I thought I was hallucinating, like, genuinely.” He runs his hand through his hair, looking the most vulnerable he’s ever looked.

You look at him, eyes blazing with emotions you had denied yourself. Emotions that fought to be seen but you always pushed them back. You couldn’t fight back anymore. What were you even fighting against? God, you had some serious issues.

“And so you lied to make me stay?”

Theo nodded, looking to the side, up at the darkening sky.

“Maybe it was the universe that brought me here, because what are the fucking odds?”

You both laughed at that, eyes shining despite the escaping light around you.

“Theo, in my last 3 days I’ve been in your beautiful home country, I’ve visited so many places. The Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, the Uffizi Galleries. So many amazing places, and I’ve experienced the most inspiring ordeals. But today was, by far, my favorite day.”

Theo regains his composure after hearing that, playfully judging her with his shoulder .

“Because of me, hm?”

You roll your eyes, looking away.

“Say it, principessa..” he prompted, gently holding your face and focusing it towards him.

You dramatically sigh and admit, “Yes, Theodore Nott. Because of you.”

He smiled the most breathtaking smile. If only you could capture a picture of it, but unfortunately your camera went down with the Vespa. You lay your head on his shoulder and squeeze your eyes shut, so that his bright smile could be engraved into your mind. Definitely a core memory.

After many moments of comfortable silence, Theo perks up.

“Oh! By the way, dolcezza, I realized I said the pickup line wrong when you struggled out of the swamp.”

You rolled your eyes at his impertinence and said, “First of all, it’s a pond, Theo. And second of all I did NOT struggle. I emerged like Aphrodite in a shell.”

“Ok my little swamp monster,” he annoyingly nuzzled his nose into your hair as you fought to hold back a giggle.

“Okok let me say the line.”

“Go ahead, Theo.”

“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”

You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Because you have the face of un angelo.”

He grinned his shit-eating grin as you pretended to retch at the line. Jumping up with the fireflies around you, you tagged Theo, reigniting that competitive streak you both so closely shared. You both laughed like maniacs as you raced up the hill again, fireflies dancing around you in a waltz.

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Epel Felmier - Platinum Jacket Voice Lines

When Summoned:  I'm gonna be a supporter for the museum, huh. I'm a little worried whether I can really do it, but... I'ma do mah best!

Summon Line: Art seems pretty difficult to actually do, but... A museum would kinda be fun to look around, I guess? Hope we can enjoy ourselves here today.

Groooovy!!: Almost anyone would want to take a big bite out of a shiny, red apple if they're given one, don'tcha think?

Home: A 100th anniversary, awesome!

Home Idle 1: Apparently the Thorn Fairy covered a whole castle with briars in an instant. I wonder what kind of magic she used... Something to make them grow faster?

Home Idle 2: People who can draw are amazing. I have trouble trying to picture what I want to draw, let alone actual talent.

Home Idle 3: The way Riddle-san was lecturing on the Queen of Hearts was just like how a professor would. Man... I need to study much harder like him...

Home Idle - Login: I ain't know nothin' 'bout paintin', but they's got some hangin' up I's seen b'fore. Oops, uh... This is such a fun museum, wouldn't you say?

Home Idle - Groovy: There's this cafe that Cater-san recommended to me. But it looks way too flashy... Don't think I can bring myself to go alone...

Home Tap 1: Did you buy any souvenirs? I chose a memo stand that looks like the poison apple the Fairest Queen made.

Home Tap 2: The King of Beasts looks so proud and hella cool in every painting they got of him here. One day, I'll be just someone just as amazing...!

Home Tap 3: Looks like Idia-san's really into the Lord of the Underworld. I saw him taking in a painting all serious-like with his arms folded and everything.

Home Tap 4: Jade-san was super engrossed reading the description of the painting showing the potion that the Fairest Queen concocted. He really looked like he was enjoying himself.

Home Tap 5: Huh, am I wearing this outfit wrong!? Oh, you just came over to tell me it looked good on me... Whew, you scared me. Thanks...

Home Tap - Groovy: Was there any specific painting you liked? That one, huh... If I get the chance, I'll go take a closer look at it!

Duo: [EPEL]: Time fer us ta git down 'n do it to it, Cater-san! [CATER]: E-Epel-chan, what did you just say?

Birthday Login Message: Thanks for the birthday present! Oh yeah, let me give you something in return. How about some skin cream? I got some from of my dormmates, but there's no way I can use up all of it... They're all nicely packed in a cardboard box, so I'll swing by Ramshackle later to drop them off. Don't worry about me, just take 'em all!

Requested by Anonymous.

[bilmece]

Haziran’da Malta’da Ağustos’ta da İngiltere’de olmak üzere yüksek lisanstan iki arkadaşımın düğünleri var bu yaz. Ben gidebilir miyim, işi, bütçeyi nasıl ayarlarım, babamdan destek gerekir ne kadar isteyebilirim falan filan diye düşünürken dün anneme sordum. Ağustos’takine kesin giderim diye düşünüyorum da Haziran’a acaba şansımı zorlamasam mı gözüyle bakıyordum açıkçası.

Annem net ve hevesli bir destekle “tabiki gitmelisin!” dedi. Hayat geçiyor, böyle şanslar hep gelmiyor, ben de maddi destek olurum dedi. Sonra beni gülmekten yaran tiradına başladı:

Bak bize? San Fransisco’da yaşarken Hawaii’ye bugün gideriz, yarın gideriz, yok seneye gideriz dedik gitmeden döndük! Avustralya’dayken Endonezya’ya bu sene gideriz, seneye gideriz dedik hatta Endonezce kurslarına gittik -Selamat pagi! bir tek bunu hatırlıyorum- ve gitmeden döndük! Git kızım git.

[forgettable-au]

I AM GONNA EXPLODE

IN 3.... 2.... 1.....💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥

THIS IS SOOOO COOL I WAS WORRIED YOU WEREN'T GONNA POST IT HERE TOO AHHH BUT NOW I CAN RAMBLE ON TAGS OKAY

Uhm EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS IT'S SOOOOOO COOL‼️‼️

Okay so I rambled what I had to ramble on the tags, but I can't add images there and I just had to add this akshwlzha

This made me laugh WAY more than it should have when I first saw it LMAOOOOOOOAMDHWKDJWLIMSOSORRYY LMAOOO

*WAS IT WORTH IT?

GAAAAAHH posted this on tiktok forgot to post it on tumblr

also i made a work-in-progress overview on tiktok and the sound got removed so im gonna do that for this too 😭😭 BUT AUGGGHHHH THIS THING TOOK YEARS OFF MY LIFE/pos (tbf this comic in general is taking years off my life so LEMME GIVE A LITTLE BACK TO COMMUNITY♥️♥️♥️)

its hard to describe after its all “done” (its not exactly done- but i’m calling it here cause i’m happy with it)

BUT I EXPECTED THAT! SO I RANTED ABOUT IT AS I MADE IT ON MY ART ARCHIVE SERVER!!! HAVE AT YEE

all the little ins and outs :3

since I can only post 1 video per pose ill post the works in progress’ after this- be on the look out cause I ALSO CANT JUST REBLOG THIS 😭😭 videos are weird on tumblr smh

[bluecanvasshoe]

Loopy Lupin

Summary: After a rough moon, Remus is given different medicine. The chaotic aftermath of it is incredibly amusing to a certain group of boys.

Warnings: Not beta read, mentions of being high but it's medicine so, NOT an x reader, mentions of Remus' scars

Content: Wolfstar if you squint, Sirius calls Mme Pomfrey 'Poppy', fluff

Word count: 1.06k

A/N: This one was fun! Just something cute while i go through writer's block :) (for all my non-french people, mme is madame. i don't know if this is common knowledge, but if it is, ignore me lol)

If this has already been written... I'm so sorry

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It was the day after a particularly tough full moon.

James, Peter, and Sirius had all flocked to the medical wing as soon as they were told that Remus was awake and requested them to be there. They expected the usual; Remus in bandages, laying in bed with lower spirits than normal, with maybe a book in his hands or tea that Mme Pomfrey gave him.

What they didn’t expect was a high, loopy Remus.

The afternoon sun poured in through the large windows, illuminating the curtained area. The three boys stood around their lycanthrope friend, chatting with the boy.

“You’ll never guess what I’m drawing,” he slurred, a scarred hand clumsily holding a muggle pencil. His notebook was in his hands, brought by Peter who thought he might’ve wanted recent notes from classes he missed.

Sirius had his hair tied back, wearing the clothing of his quidditch attire, sans gear. He peered over at the page from beside the bed, holding back a snort. “Um.. I can’t,” he replied. James, who was dressed similarly with the addition of his jersey, did snort, covering his mouth.

“A turtle,” Remus stated, his hands unsteady as he drew lines and wrote sloppily.

“I didn’t know you liked turtles,” James replied, craning his neck to look at the blob.

Remus gave him a glare, though it hardly seemed threatening. “I can like turtles.” James, in reaction to his defensive tone, put his hands up. “Didn’t say you couldn’t-”

“I think it’s great, unlike that git,” Peter, dressed in his usual uniform, grinned. He earned a shriek from James and a faint shushing from beyond the curtain. The Potter whisper shouted a quick ‘sorry!’ to Mme Pomfrey.

Recovering from before, the bespectacled boy looked back at Remus. “I do think it’s great, Moons! Better than great!” James corrected Peter, his eyes wide behind his glasses. 

Remus frowned, “but now you’re saying it’s not…” He muttered, looking at the drawing. 

“It is gorgeous, stunning, even,” Sirius reassured him mirthfully, rubbing Remus’ arm.

Remus looked up at the long-haired boy with big eyes before accidentally dropping the pencil from his hands, causing him to look down at the sheets and search for it unsuccessfully. “Oh no…” he muttered, the notebook in his non-dominant hand lowering onto his blanket-covered knees.

Peter leaned over from the side opposite Sirius, picking it up with a smile and presenting it to Remus. He looked at Peter with something akin to awe. “You found it for me?” He asked, his voice teary and high-pitched. Peter nodded. “Yeah, mate. For you.”

His words caused the werewolf’s chin to wobble, tears coming to his eyes. “You are… You’re all awesome.” He said with a sniffle, his face crumpled in a way he’d be awfully embarrassed over.

Sirius laughed, his eyes narrowing with a wide smile. “Aw, Moons, are you crying?”

Seeing as Remus hadn't made a move to take back the pencil, Peter put it on the bedside table. “What did Pomfrey give him?” He whispered to James, who was standing at his side. “Why is he zonked?”

James only shrugged, returning his attention back to Remus. “We’re your friends, Remus, why wouldn’t we help you out?” He asked with a mirthful grin.

What he’d said only pulled a sob from the high lycanthrope. 

Sirius' eyes widened, and he put a hand on Remus’ shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Oh, Remus,” he said empathetically, but amusement still wormed its way into his voice.

Peter looked a little bewildered but had a small smile on his face. 

James looked apologetic, yet that didn’t stop his face-splitting grin. “No, Moony, I’m sorry, don’t cry,” he apologized, laughter evident in his tone.

Before anyone else could speak, the curtain was opened. The piercing sound of sliding metal rings interrupted the moment, revealing Mme Pomfrey holding some supplies in her hands. Her expression softened upon seeing the crying boy, her head tilting. “Oh, dear. Is everything alright?”

“He’s- yeah?” Peter said, looking from the crying, babbling, very high Remus to the healer. Sirius and James were focused on calming him down, which seemed to be effective when Remus began sniffling instead of full-on sobbing, soothed by James and Sirius’ reassurance. 

Mme Pomfrey nodded. “The crying is normal; I assume you all can understand that he’s… not in his right mind, I suppose. I gave him a stronger healing potion that he has only previously had in smaller doses.” 

Peter replied with a quiet ‘ohh’, looking at Remus again. 

“I apologize for the intrusion,” said the healer, gaining the attention of James and Sirius as she walked forward. “But it is time for me to change his bandages. It’s been a few hours since they were last tended to.”

The three frowned but said their goodbyes and told Remus that they’d be back later, getting up and gathering their things as they went to leave the privacy curtain.

They only heard a whined ‘waaaiiittt-’ before Mme Pomfrey ushered them away.

—

The three boys just returned from the great hall with food for Remus. Now, they sat together with the light of a lamp, speaking in hushed voices. 

Remus, who was now not high, had his head in his hands. He sat against the headboard, the others crowded around him.

“The drawing is still in the notebook, Moons. It’s really good, you should see it,” James teased, smiling mischievously and reaching to the ground for something.

“No, stop,” Remus groaned from behind his hands.

Peter patted his shoulder consolingly. “You were so proud, Remus.” “I’m going to hit you.”

Sirius snickered, “but I thought we were awesome?” 

He received a swat from the lycanthrope, and Sirius’ hands immediately flew up to cradle his attacked arm. He shrieked, and Mme Pomfrey, who was out of view, shushed him. “Sorry, Poppy!” He replied, earning another shush.

James retrieved the notebook from his bag, flipping it open to the page. He muffled a laugh, showing it to Remus who tore his eyes from Sirius. They immediately widened, a stark contrast from the narrow glare they were giving to the long-haired boy. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth opening. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered, earning a bark of laughter from Sirius, a similar one from James, and a snort from Peter.

The volume of their laughter caused Mme Pomfrey to shush the three again, only more aggressively.

“Sorry!” They called.

[songfell-ut]

Songfell anniversary post, pt 3

Last installment of pics I grabbed from posts off this Tumblr since I started it four years ago. I have been unbelievably spoiled by every single one of you, and if I didn't put something here, it was out of my negligence, not any fault of yours.

Please note that @venelona has done multiple amazing schmoopy poses of these two, and I will be putting them in loose chronological order with the rest. Wheee

(Part 1, Part 2)

...Okay, it turns out most of these are not specific. Here are the more chronologically oriented arts, starting with:

This is pretty iconic, by @nascent-chaos. Have you ever heard the expression "You've caught a wolf by the ears" or "a bear by the tail"? It means the second you get out of a stalemate, you're gonna get eaten. Not applicable here, nope nope

Her very first clear memory from the box ;_; by @cuddlyquiche.

A couple of very early bits from Vene. I think that one is probably the most accurate depiction of their size difference, which I've had multiple artists kinda fudge for the sake of getting them in the same frame. Also he's so pleased they match, gigantic dorkburger

Possibly my favorite from Vene ^_^

Skipping way on ahead to the bubble fight by @sharkowskii. I just. Ahhh my kokoro

Speaking of which DDDDDDDD: why is Vene so good at expressions

Case in point: "U mad, bro?" but no, Undyne and Papyrus are the greatest bros

And again x4. We understand the value of a tiny waifu around here, don't we, Sans?

Damn straight

Variation on a theme, by Sharky (the theme is "socks")

Now we've got the dresses she wore for her last couple days in the Underground. There's this totally-not-bridal-ha-ha-silly-man by Catler1, grabbed off Discord because I wanted the complete set.

Still wildly infatuated with this one by @melikitinas ~

Shoes not made for dancing, by @feelisia

And a dress made for because I wanted a pretty golden gown (thank u Vene)

Now we have the more miscellaneous pieces, though the second of these by @matchamanx is prooobably from a bit later in the story :D

(I watched Star Versus the Forces of Evil recently, and yes, Frisk would absolutely pull the same shit as Eclipsa. Git 'im gurl)

A formal portrait with a dress I keep forgetting to steal from @stacyyyep

This is so soft ahjdhjf @marihem

The pfp for my sorely neglected Patreon Discord server eh heh heh yeah another by @xxkoichiixx

And last of the collection is a fantastic piece by @lostmypotatoes herself, with an expression that could not more clearly say "Why, this old thing? I only wear it when I'm being an absolute goddamn queen treated exactly as I deserve" 😙

Cheers, everybody. I'll have written things to post as soon as I finished writing them. Mwah mwah kisses etc.

[an-astral-sock]

Okay I forgor to do the low quality marketable plushie thing for 2 days, I'm not doing anything because of that I'm just mentioning it.

Now this guy is actually an abomination because this is my first attempt at drawing papyrus. I very, VERY heavily considered not posting this at all but it was kinda funny so, guess we doing this now. Anyways onto the lore.

Papyrus, just on his daily walk underground, accidentally walked into a construction zone after zoning out. Papyrus just kept walking until eventually a falling brick just landed straight on his head and knocked him out, immediately being rushed to a hospital (or whatever the underground equivalent is) the doctors quickly have him surgery, but in his body they found wires, suddenly, a plushie Papyrus just jumped out the lifeless husk and ran away. He was never seen in that AU again. After asking Sans some questions he just said "Yeah, that's just what he looks like." And didn't elaborate.

Of course he was found by Swap sans and joined the Marketable plushie club. But half the time he isn't there and is just in his house, building another Papyrus body.

Anyways artists of Tumblr please tell me how to actually git gud at drawing. Alright that's all bye!

[ang31nh3ll]

Hi can I request to habe sans x reigen m preg art (make sure reige. I's pregnant and make bill cipher the babby)

I git u , I hope u die

[askfriskandcompany]

Objectively it is cheating. Time dilation is the equivalent of getting an auto clicker to issue commands easier in any other competitive video game.

An autoclicker is an outside tool. Time dilation is just a skill Sans is able to do. Technically anyone could do the same if they just... y'know... git gud.

-TQ

[undertalesyafiqah12]

Gaster Gang did you know and fun facts: part 2

Welp- not really old and new facts or anything, but I can sense most people didn't know about the gaster's backstory lore so... Here are some lore about the gang + Swapfell

Wingding: While he's just the normal gaster around him. Got PTSD dure of war and he was just a kid who had to be mature to his brothers (Sans and Papyrus). Technically after fall to his creation, he accidentally open the portal to other gasters that close to him. He always overwork and being his grumpy side. And everyone, especially Swap treats him like a child (since he's youngest)

Swap: Born to a culture that's about riverperson. His father left his mother at young age. Left his culture after marriage(?) but got divorced after his wife committed adultery and he got full custody on his sons. He blames himself for Papyrus's bad habit. He's happy go lucky to cheer everyone up to not remind himself on his past

B: Was actually born prince. He was flirty and very gentleman. Born to be a king, forced to be a advisor after his kingdom got destroy and lost his eye as a result. Gave 40% of his soul to Sans, his apprentice/kin. And first to leave the war to hide. Act strongly to humans but he's chill most of the time... Unless he's on heat. He never met Papyrus dure of Sans and Papyrus separate at birth.

Fell: Abandoned at just newborn. Got move to different foster and orphanage at his young age, he decided to run away to with the doggo in his timeline (and fun fact, Fell wanted to fit in so he sharpen his teeth). Married to a woman named Rosanna to actually protect her since she got pregnant by a rich guy but he left her bc his reputation is more important than a random girl from a farm. Unfortunately, he lost his wife and child so he joined the war. Adopted Sans and Papyrus after their family home got burn down years after the monsters trapped underground.

Stars: Half alien, half monster (no, this is not a joke). His father is a high rank alien from "The Order" in his planet. Often got bullied because of his half monster side but proved them wrong as he can destroy and create stars. Left his planet to research (although his father don't like it but he left him anyway). Actually married to an alien but he didn't know it. Becomes a scientist and Sans being his student. The only one doesn't know how bad humans are dure of him exploring the world while monsters attacking humans. He's a kind and sweet person... But the person that you shouldn't made mad at.

Swapfell: Lost his family at young age yet had to live with a very strict and bad orphanage. He developed schizophrenia a bit. And time goes by, he became a doctor and married a singer and have a family. But lost his wife and his mental issues git worse. He tried to commit suicide but failed. He got welcome to the gang. But betrayed them by spiking them, hurting B and almost experiment on him when Fell stopped him. He's the main reason why the gang being cautious.

(Note: This is based of my memory that I line up. So any mistake please tell me right away :))

(A/N: Correction for Fell's wife's name, it's actually Rosanna, not Rosalina. Her nickname is Rosey/Rose)

[megahorous]

I watched the Lammy and Ma-san interviews on the YouTube; Lammy is just too precious. And she says "PaRapper"

I've never heard the term "blashy clothes"; maybe they meant "flashy"? I thought Ma-san was gonna say "git gud"

[condemnationau]

First of all this is a super cool comic! I love the art style and I'm excited to see where it goes.

It kinda reminds me of that one episode of Spongebob where they all "took a break" from him and left him behind for weeks. I know the monsters would NEVER, but just for gits and shiggles, I'm imagining them coming off the bus wearing shirts with Sans and Papyrus's faces crossed off and being all like "SURPRISE!!!"

AWW TY TY I'm glad you're liking it so far :DD

I will be honest, I've never watched spongebob and I have no idea what episode it is you're referencing- but the concept is just so funny???? I've been cackling at the thought of that LOLLL