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[knit-by-daylight]

Here’s some Great tits

[briankang]

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

[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)

[mispelled]

Silly times on the meteor

[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.

[bugsinshoes]

this idea has been rotting in my brain ever since my lovely mutual @nellandvoid made this post with my ocs !! i HAD to make some sort of follow-up scenario sooooo here it is !

laurie also got into her fair share of fights with her bullies in high school, so i can imagine her and silvia bonding over punching people and getting into brawls and whatnot (she wouldn't ACTUALLY fight silvia, i just thought this was a funny haha hypothetical situation)

also bonus live silvia reaction:

they're freshmen, silvia. ignore them 🙄

[typophobia-hijinks]

Vibrates at supersonic speeds

[ysp4r4lys1s]

Toby: what if I will pour some water on you?

BEN: don't you dare--

Toby: I'm just curious... you are like... computer virus and-

BEN: HSSSSSS *evil sounds*

[i-am-the-curvytree]

rewatching ofmd for the tenth time and ED MY DEAREST IS SO EFFING SOFT WHEN FIRST MEETING STEDE OH MY GOD IM SO WEAK HEARTED FOR HIM my sweet little baby

[joowee-feftynn]

mrrp? :3c

[chaotic-french-fries]

CRUNCHY

@leon-swedfinqs I have done it I hope you like it! I would love to color this digitally if you say what/ where the colors go!

cAn YoU tElL iM oBsEsSeD

[ermitanyoh]

hobo nick be like:

[drsunshines]

MORE YUJIN🤭🫶🫶

[imustbombtoss]

Hehehehehehehehehehehehehheheheheheehehhehehehehe

[mushtoons]

I had to sketch your Shredder :) Little beastie!!!!

AHHHHHH BRO!!!!! IT HIM!!! THE BEASTIE HIMSELF AHHH EATING THIS