#i planned to do yellow ???

[dovesick]

endless night

[hinamie]

siren!megumi concept sheet i whipped up in a single-minded fever state fr @uriekukistan

[zarla-s]

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Soooomeoooone is up to somethiiingg~

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[shimmershy]

Buttercups and Golden Flowers

[rocketspy]

btw nobody asked but i have indeed drawn the color gang and others w headcanons from me and also @virmbot

yes theyre... pretty simple and dull but i tried, and yes i plan to draw em more

[numberonetribble]

When your love for each other is so great and it becomes something bigger than either of you, oh that's family baby!

[northstarscowboyhat]

✧˖°. Every good cowboy needs a posse ✧˖°.

Introducing Clover's friend group for the Lucky Clover AU! I'm planning to do a proper doodle page for each of them, but here's a basic run down of them all.

Dess is the newest addition to the friend group, only recently joining after a chance meeting with Clover in Snowdin. She's aloof and tends to keep to herself, causing some tension between her and the rest of the group. Clover is determined to ensure she's welcomed, regardless of her family connections to the extremely anti-human mayor of Snowdin.

GK is one of Clover's childhood friends! He lives in the Wild East with his single father, though he much prefers the arcade in Oasis Valley to any of the western attractions. He's extremely committed to the 'cool anime protagonist' bit, to the point that he actively refuses to wear glasses despite needing them.

Sandra is Clover's other childhood friend, though she lives in the Oasis Valley. Due to Clover's family connection with Kanako, she immediately latched onto them as a friend, and the two are particularly close. She's somewhat of a popular girl, but she's actually very sweet and humble.

Sage is the eldest of the group! While she isn't around as often, having more adult responsibilities and being swamped with her job, she's still an honorary member. She still lives in Snowdin with her family. She may be the oldest of the group, but she's extremely anxious and doesn't have the strength to reign in everyone's shenanigans. Please let her take a nap.

[st4rstudent]

Winn + Mac fusion idea. lalala.

[ghostpajamas]

under a dark star, a burning heart shines.

bleeding light like the sun, fallen son.

[iilmunchkiin]

Doodle Dump

Just realized i didnt show yall how i draw Dalv oops

HC: Dalv doesn't know that corn can become popcorn and is amazed by this fact (+ maybe Starlo too but he prop knows)

[sixoclocker]

I'd love to see more Martlet and Clover interactions.

They deserve all the interactions with each other.

using this as an excuse to post this. we’re getting out of the underground with this one !!!!

they mean a lot to me ..

[wardingshout]

Viridian besties my beloved

[justanotheryellowsoul]

Wanted to draw some of the scenes from chapter 17 of codépendant de soi-même! (Read it, read it, read it-)

The first one turned out a bit more Siffrin-y bc I forgot to pull up references right away, but I tried to fix it for the comic? Enjoy either way! 🔪🔪✨️

[mangofresca]

halcyon | 18+

Romano feels like he’s dancing in his sleep, that shifting, swaying motion like waves across the beach and toes dragging through sand, like water and rhythm pulling his chest high, his shoulders low, stretching out his hips, his knees, his ankles. The soft cotton of his pillowcase scratches and tickles at his cheekbone when he turns his head into it, wisping itself against his clavicle, and he sighs against it, lets it swallow his breath the same way it swallows the heat of his body, an echo of warmed contentment and easy dreaming.

The mattress beneath him dips, and he almost pushes away the palm that slides across his stomach, his sternum, but it’s warm, too, and Romano always liked being warm, and he liked being warm beneath this hand even more. He leans into it, instead, keeps his eyes closed, and he makes a small noise that’s half deliberate and half desultory—because he does mean to acknowledge Spain, but he doesn’t mean to acknowledge him like a cat waking from a nap in lazy, dozy sunbeams, purring.

But that’s fine. That’s fine. He knows Romano sometimes sounds like that when he’s waking, and even not, just sometimes when he’s beneath the pads of Spain’s fingers, and Romano feels fine when the mattress dips again and Spain hovers over him, knees sweetly nudging his apart.

Romano keeps his eyes closed when lips skim his jaw, keeps himself ensconced in the soft sunlight that shines itself across his eyelids. It’s good like this, he thinks. It’s nice. He can hear himself breathe with an awareness he never really has when he’s around Spain, always too preoccupied with other things, irrelevant things—what he’s doing, what he’s not, what he could be doing to Spain, instead. He likes being conscious of it, of his body and his reactions, and he sighs again when that palm moves to his side, his rib cage and lower, fingers skimming over his thigh as they drag heated sheets down, away.

There’s a laugh twinkling in his ear, something bright and charmed, and his skin pricks with cognizance when he feels the breath of it, lips curving into a smile against his cheek. “Awake yet?”

Spain speaks his vowels in a whisper, his consonants always catching on the tip of his tongue, and Romano’s shoulder shifts back in a shiver, presses into the bed when soft breeze meets skin, humid and carrying the smell of midmorning sunrise.

He makes a noise again, some groaned mhm that rumbles itself up his chest and out his throat, that gets lost somewhere around his lips when the heat of Spain’s laughter leaves his cheek and instead drifts across his nipple—and the gasp that leaves him is a surprised one.

He feels stupid like this, naïve, foolish, as if he isn’t war- and weather-worn, born and raised in the echoing, thundered footsteps of the Roman Empire, older than the New World and older still, as if his own sand dunes aren’t his brothers, the rolling fields his sisters. But this is his life now: homes across his country and Spain’s, furnished with soft beds and yellow kitchens and flowing curtains that always let the light in, because neither of them ever really do well when away from the sun, too used to its bite to go without for longer than a day, two. He wakes, now, to sheets that settle across the curves of his body, to someone in his bed, wiggling his legs until they settle around tanned hips, to sea-chapped lips that hum the song of his name until he is something melodious, made of more than sinew and sand, of memory.

Spain whispers his name, a question carried softly through balmy air and that sounds so fucking in love Romano almost opens his eyes, almost gives into the needling whine of it—

But Spain always did his best work when given a task, and Romano knows Spain has no qualms about being set to work on Romano, no end to the things he would let Spain do to him, and though his mouth goes dry as Spain nips at his throat and presses a finger against him, he can only find the energy to laugh, just dry air, enough to breathe Spain in, too.

When Spain dips down and kisses him, Romano kicks the sheets up and over Spain’s back. They are still warm, and so is he.

[motof1bfs]

Day 1: Favorite Driver

[achillean-knight]

So uhhhhhh It's no secret that I really REALLY love the Final Fantasy franchise (it's my favourite video game series of all time), so you KNOW I got the FF6 Reference in Undertale sooooo---- uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh------- Final Fantasy 6 opera scene Mettaton sprites anyone? UHYGDSHDS I GOT REALLY BORED OK?

For anyone who doesn't know the opera scene, here's both Final Fantasy 6 and Mettaton's HJGHDGFSDH I am not normal about this LMAO

it's so good, I love them both so dearly aaaa