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[froopa-coopa]

fear of the water 🖤 tma animatic

[cryptidmickle]

so what if. and hear me out. i made my own au for shadowvanilla purposes-

au details below

HELLO SO I PRESENT AMNESIAC AU

so you see, i was minding my business, drawing and looking at cookies and how everyone has their own cool aus with awesome designs and i went "well im not very good at designing but i Love putting characters in Situations"

this au is mostly focused on shadowvanilla so dont be too hopeful I'll get into the other cookies besides their little circle, im ill for gay yaoi only okay

So! motions to comic above, amnesia smilk time! let me elaborate

Pure vanilla fucked up BIG TIME, in that he maybe ventured out to beast yeast alone to try and find out more about the beasts and a way to stop them, as people with a savior complex have a habit of doing. Maybe, perhaps, also at the same time, smilk was getting the workings of his new dough body done and sensing pv was nearby decided to take the opportunity to torment him a little, yknow he cant help himself! he needs to see him

a nasty little fight and confrontation in some old structures of smilk (or at the spire) result in pv using a strange spell he spotted in the surrounding papers and documents, and .... accidentally cracks smilk's soul jam! hehe, oops!

and also sealing his memories. double oops. damn, what are you gonna do now pv?

well he cant leave confused smilk alone here, and itd honestly be best the other beasts and dark enchantress dont drag him back there in this state, so he offers a hand.

"Come with me. We can help you, I'll make sure you're okay."

a memory-less smilk is confused by this but... he's already grabbing the other cookie's hand before he realizes it. It'll probably be fine, something about this cookie... makes something in him feel okay.

taps forehead, im still working everything out of course, and i WILL be cursing all of you with sketchy stuff about it when I'm able, i need more time to figure out smilk's behaviors without the soul jam and corruption

of course I'm always of the mind that pre-corruption smilk was kind of a rat and rude but how exactly is the real question!! how bad was it before the corruption exacerbated the negative qualities of knowledge and his personality

anyways,,, feel free to ask questions!! it could help me figure this all out, if yall are interested of course,,,,,,,my,,,, handful of crk followers SNRRKS

[coolnonsenseworld]

I've heard there are people who don't know what HEX klance is...... so lucky.....

linktr.ee/mezzy

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[blazingdracy]

so uh i was just casually showering when this short poem about shadowpeach randomly came into my head and caught me offguard

[daffy-not-a-duck]

oops where'd my singleness go

[kindaasrikal]

“Kai, Jay and Cole are the best trio!”

“Nya, Jay and Zane are the smart trio tho!!”

“But Lloyd, Kai and Cole are the strong trio!”

Shut up and listen to me right now.

Zane, Lloyd and Jay are the loser trio.

Nya, Cole and Lloyd are the petty trio.

Zane, Jay and Lloyd are the emotionally unstable because of both trauma and too many feelings trio.

Cole, Jay and Zane are the OG trio and bully Kai.

Kai, Nya and Lloyd are the second OG trio and they tackle the others every chance they get.

Not a single one of them are better than the others they are collectively one body one brain one soul that chooses when it wants to work right.

Which is never.

[veveisveryuncool]

didn't feel like doing another sad taranza scene so here's some angsty designs for mirror counterparts of other characters :D

kirbytober day 19: tears/mirror

[diazheartsbuckley]

Last Line Tag 🖋️

Tagged by @spotsandsocks @dangerpronebuddie and @tizniz, thank you my lovelies 💗

Buck hesitates for a moment before he gets up in front of the crowd, seeing a sea of firefighters in their dress blues and suddenly his feels way too tight and as he tries to start the eulogy, no sound comes out and instead he sniffles, staring at the blurred lines on the paper below his hands.

No pressure tagging

@watchyourbuck, @devirnis, @daffi-990, @exhuastedpigeon, @jeeyuns, @honestlydarkprincess, @giddyupbuck, @kitteneddiediaz, @theotherbuckley, @hippolotamus, @actualalligator, @monsterrae1, @loveyouanyway, @slightlyobsessedwitheverything, @bucks-daddy-issues, @pirrusstuff, @elvensorceress, @ronordmann, @cal-daisies-and-briars, @wikiangela, @bidisasterevankinard, @wildlife4life, @thewolvesof1998, @weewootruck @inell 💗

[cuntela]

Billford. This is literally about Billford

[laurzvahll]

mm some doodles of an au that im still cooking in my head it is not fully baked yet

[angelbitezzz]

Now where in the hell did she go?

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God damn it. Sans had one job—keep an eye on the human, make sure she rested, keep her out of trouble. Now, as he stared dumbfoundedly down at the obviously empty couch on the first floor, he only had one real thought come floating through his fatigued skull.

"i'm gonna kill that girl."

He threw his soiled jacket somewhere in the corner of his room and snatched his hoodie from where it was hung next to his door, slipping it on as he shoved socked feet into slippers, descending the stairs so quickly he may as well have teleported. Far be it from him to ever move that fast on purpose—apparently, that was another thing she was able to do to him without him knowing, damn it all. Frustration simmered at the back of his throat, but even he knew that the feeling was covering a darker, more icy fear that clutched at the inside of his ribcage and froze into a heavy thing somewhere next to his SOUL. She needed to rest. She needed to stay out of sight for now until they figured things out with her magic. She needed to stay safe, fuck, and even just thinking that sent an uncomfortable rattle up along his spine. He didn't bother opening the front door, he jolted through space and found himself outside a few feet away.

"think, sans, think. where would she—"

His pupils settled on the ground. Blue grass and sand mixed together to create an uneven path leading through the village proper. The isles were on the night cycle now—which, didn't look different, but having something of a curfew helped with the constant feeling of nighttime—so nobody was around save for some real night owl types. Sans had excellent night vision, picking out the disturbed sand leading through the village and far to the left, back towards the entrance. He took a step and jittered to the far end, focused on the footprints leading up, until the grass and sand gave away to stone, ascending on a gentle incline that only grew steeper until it led to a cliff overlooking a majority of the Starlight Isles and surrounding territories.

His steps slowed as a silhouette came into view near the edge, an ambient warm breeze tugging the cape pulled around their shoulders. Briefly, he thought he'd stumbled across Count Koffin K doing something...but when they raised their head to gaze upward, he realized he'd found his target.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and resisted the urge to stomp his way up the cliff to her side.

"and what the hell do you think you're doing?"

Angel startled a little, jerking around halfway and flinching. Burning purple eyes met his own, wide and alarmed.

For a second, he felt like they fit right in with the "stars" in their sky.

"Oh! Oh. Sans. Hey."

"answer the question, human."

"Right. Um." Her gaze trailed away, back over the edge of the cliff. "Well don't worry, I didn't fuck off to, uh...y'know. Yeah. Ye—yeah. I'm just, just..."

He didn't speak, recognizing by the tone of her voice that she was struggling to get her thoughts out. She got scrambled like that sometimes—it reminded him of Alphys...when she wasn't putting on a whole fake persona, anyways.

"...Processing. Mhm."

"your near death experience or your magic?"

"Can it be both?"

He inclined his head and slowly stepped forward, moving to stand beside her. There was a very long pause before he spoke.

"well, uh, anyways. asgore said you gotta rest. my brother'll have a conniption if he finds out you're out here."

"Right. Sorry. I just...really needed to get some air. Please."

Frustration boiled behind his teeth, but he sucked back the smoke and smiled anyways. When she glanced at him, whatever she saw in his expression made her grimace and look away again.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying."

"you nearly did." The lights in his eyesockets extinguished, smile thinning until it was nearly a frown. "like, 6 hours ago. unless you forgot. i mean...wouldn't really be surprised, ya did hit your head pretty hard during your little stunt."

"God, Sans, can you just—not? For once?"

"i dunno what you mean."

She whirled on him, a desperate sort of anger flashing onto her features.

"You know exactly what I mean! Don't kick me while I'm down. I—"

"i'm trying to get you back in bed before anyone sees you, but hey, if you wanna keep acting like a babybones, be my guest."

"I'm NOT—" Angel cut herself off and shut her eyes, drawing Sans's cape around her shoulders tighter and covering her face with a hand. "Not...fuck. Fuck. Sans. I–I don't need you to act like my parent. Be all weird and protective over your brother, but don't...let's not pretend. Don't do the same with me cuz you think you have to. It hurts."

He didn't know what to say, for once. There was a quiet swallowing sound while he searched for something, anything to respond to that. Seconds dragged into minutes before she spoke again.

"...I'm gonna die down here."

"hey, you just said you're not—"

"No, Sans." She interrupted, insistent, voice pitching high and broken. "I'm gonna die down here. This place, it's driving me fucking mental. I don't. I don't know what to do."

Her hand slipped away again, a frightened, tight little grin stretching across her face as she looked at him. It looked like it hurt.

"The sun. I miss the sun. I feel like I've been stuck in a damn time loop where it's always night time and I do the same damn shit every day! Yesterday was the first time in weeks that I felt like something new happened and I completely fucked it. I've been having so much fun here that I forgot that—I forgot. I forgot!" She began to laugh, gesturing to her body frantically, trying to get a point across. "I forgot!"

Sans listened to her speak with an increasing feeling of worry, frustration melting into concern the longer she went on.

"kid—" He started, but she cut him off again, her laughter ceasing as quickly as it had come, turning her body away.

"Don't. Please don't. I don't think I could stand if it you started with the pity train."

"wasn't the pity train, was more like the empathy express."

His weak attempt at humor did bring a smaller, more genuine twitch of her mouth than whatever fake grin she'd been trying to keep up. How had she ever managed to fool him before? In hindsight, it was obvious now, all the times she'd been pretending at joy.

Ah, but then, she was the perseverant kind of person. Maybe she was just...used to that.

He didn't want to know why.

"i was just gonna say...you're not alone."

He reached out and set a hand on her shoulder, struggling to find the words. Sun sickness had been a lot more prevalent back during the aftermath of the war—he had no experience dealing with it directly.

"it ain't so bad. you're still here. people down here like you."

"...Do you even like me?"

"huh?"

Angel turned her head just a little, enough to catch his gaze with her own. She looked exhausted, the warm breeze threatening to spill the tears welling up in her eyes.

"I pay attention, you know. You—god, Sans, you only tolerate me cuz I'm friends with Papyrus, right? Sometimes I feel like we get along great, and then something happens and you just...act off. Am I that much of a burden to you? Should I just leave?"

His thoughts flashed back to the day before. The panic that had thrummed through his body at the mere thought of losing her, that same panic that had brought him out here looking for her in the first place.

"i..." He hesitated. "...think it's been a long day, angel. you're tired and homesick and still coming down from the adrenaline high from earlier. you'll feel better in the morning."

Angel just gazed at him for a long, long moment. Those purple eyes searching for something in his expression before they went lax, her face flattening.

"...You're right. You're right. I'm just..." A lump in her throat. The tears began streaking down her face, dripping off her chin. "...so tired."

"hey." His voice was soft now, softer than she'd heard it before. "...i get the feeling, bud."

Her shoulders shaking, she raised a hand and slipped it over the one he had on her shoulder just for some measure of comfort, head ducking and turning away as she quietly hiccuped. He let her hold him there, warm fingers on chilled bones as she anchored herself again in the present.

It was a good long while before she let him take her home.

...

"Hey, Sans...?"

"mhm?"

"I forgot my glasses. You're gonna have to lead me back."

[struck-by-the-rain]

*slaps roof of au where all the characters who didn't make it to megamix got killed off* this bad boy can fit so much doomed yaoi in it!

based on @rhytmrocket's au thingy,, these doodles r assuming that characters disappear gradually (joe thinks as a martial artist he can stop sk from being next) and also the chars all leave objects behind (e.g., a football)

[poisxninthewater]

okay but jaime calling kit “princess” tauntingly at first and then out of fondness bc they are going to be besties

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

🩵❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞.❞💙

@ria-coolgirl really inspired me with this idea and I HAD to write it super quick cause when I tell you I CRIED the first time I read ittt 😭😭 THAT LITTLE IDEA DID SOMETHING TO ME OK???

The cave was filled with silence. A peaceful lull than what it was used to, filled with noises of the little coven had resided, only the sound of crashing waves and rain outside the ruins of the hotel.

Deep into the rafters, however, it seemed one body was still awake. Paul laid on his stomach, deep blue eyes on the small baby that lay caged in his arms, gaze held intently, almost as though completely enamored by his own kin. Her little hand wrapped around his large finger, her big green eyes closed and hidden from his own behind her bright blonde lashes as she slept soundly, little snores followed by the rise and fall of her chest, something she didn't even need to survive, but the sight made his heart melt, her tiny figure secure in the safety of his lean forearms, swaddled lasily in a baby blue blanket.

The small tufts of crazy blonde hair like his own on her Itty bitty head, her chubby little body snuggling or tossing and turning to find any other warm in daddy's embrace, causing him a few adoring coos to leave passed pursed lips.

His long pointer finger grazing over her cheek made her stir just a bit, but she stayed sleeping soundly, almost moving carefully so the cold metal of his rings wouldn't make any contact to disturb her warmth. His sharp nail barely and gently ran against the soft skin of her cheek, careful not to make a sudden move that'd caused his talon-like nails to prick her skin. Stroking rosy bunches of chub starting from her chin all the way up to her temple.

It wasn't a disturbing sensation, it was so feather-like you'd think it was a dull hum in the back of your brain, a soft tickle in a dream, a touch you'd feel in vulnerable moments of your life that would cease tears or silence cries. It was a touch Paul had yearned for in his younger years from his own mother or father. A touch made with tenderness and love.

And he'd only felt such a way long in his eternal life, when he held his baby girl for the first time, when he heard her cry for him, or when she'd nurse from his thumb as a way to peacefully fall asleep, or her little sobs would calm the second she heard his voice in the unknown and darkness. He never thought he could feel so human when he was only a monster.

It seemed the sudden cracking of lighting startled the both of them. Echoing off the cave walls and it made Paul visibly jump - his fingers retracting into a fist. But it was too late. The sudden movement of his finger left an effect on his actions.

The gently tracing of his fingernail swiftly left a cut along the cheek of Tiffany, nothing too deep, but it began to grow visible with redness and the faintest trail of blood. She startled awake, mimicking Paul's jump, but her little body merely had the momentum of a flinch, her big, green eyes going big as saucers when she was taken from her sudden slumber to a stinging sensation on her cheek. Her small mouth parted as if to question what had happened.

Paul watched as the scratch slowly grew a vibrant red, like a strike of a wip to skin. His breath hitched, and he felt his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. It was the worst thing he could do: panic.

Tiffany's eyes slowly began to go glassy, and big tears fogging her doe-like orbs. Her little bottom lip quivered into a pout when she saw the shock and horror on her daddy's face.

Shushing and panicked whispers soon followed, a desperate Paul trying to calm a storm brewing that caused him more anxiety than the one outside. He carefully crept a hand beneath the back of her neck, the other fitted under her body, lifting her up carefully while sitting to his knees, holding her slightly away from him so he was able to inspect her. "Oh, don't cry, baby, please don't start..."

She let out a soft wail, rubbing her little fist into the slight cut to try and ease or remove the small sting it left on her.

Something about her cry made it more heartbreaking than the others, like she was confused about why her daddy thought to do this or if he'd done it on purpose. If he'd meant to hurt her.

In that moment, that thought consideration killed him inside more than stabbing him with a stake right then and there.

His large thumb ran over her face, swiping away tears from her thick wet lashes as she continued to cry, feeling him try to soothe her cut, cooing and shushing her softly. She continued to sob and whimper, opening her big eyes to gaze up at him, all glassy and puffy. It made a coil around his chest tighten, unable to fight the way his face twisted into something akin to the same expression he was seeing in front of him.

"Daddy didn't mean to." He whispered softly, bringing her close to him, his nose brushing through her whispy hairs. "He didn't mean to hurt you, sunshine." He rocked his slightly hunched body, kissing her cheek like pressing his lips to a porcelain doll. Tasting the bitter texture of tears against his lips, a prick of guilt pulling at his skin with each peck left to her face as though he could work some sort of magic and heal it with his touch.

Her wailing had reduced to hiccups and whimpers, but it was still a sound Paul never wanted to hear, a sound of fear and confusion, her eyes still so big and wide as if she was scared if him. Scared of her own father.

"Oh, please don't look at me like that, sunshine." He was pleading with an infant. A creature unable to even understand his words or notice the desperation he had in finding forgiveness from her. He now used his knuckle, cautious if the now sensitive skin, as he used the joint to stroke her cheek comfortingly. "I hate that look.."

Just when he thought he could he more than the thing he'd become. When he thought this little bit of hope - this little creature in his arms could heal a loneliness that ached in his chest cavity, he had done the thing he always did. He fucked up. He always fucked up. He could never keep anything safe and precious, clean and pure. He always had to break it, he always had to curse it with his touch, hurt and shatter it the moment it was placed in his hand. He had to act like a Monster.

He felt a tenderness grow in his throat, making it hard to swallow without it hurting. That tight feeling in his chest felt hot, pulsing through his skin and making it hurt. The guilt made him sick in his stomach. He'd stared off into space, frozen and unable to even aid his own daughter. Cause that's he always did. He always ran away when he'd felt like this when he'd been hurt. That's all he was good for.

Run away, Paul. That's all you're good for.

He was barely drawn away from his clouded mind by a mere tug, a slight pull. His eyes fluttered to focus, his gaze on the cavern wall slowly falling back to the small infant in his arms again. The slight sensation of growing fangs gnawing at the skin of his knuckle caused his finger to twitch, but not enough to pull away, watching as she carefully suckled on his finger.

Her tear stained face and small sniffles were pitiful, but she didn't cower from him, she didn't cry for her mother, and she didn't cry for him to run away. She felt safe, she felt comforted to ease back into a safety she knew she could always and only find in his arms.

He watched as those big eyes got heavy, fighting to stay awake, and it was almost as though an instinct he'd waited so long for kicked in.

He tried oh so carefully to shift himself into a criss-cross-legged position, shushing gently the whole time while shifting her into a position against his chest, making her he held her the way he'd been taught and told how many times before, slowly rocking himself side to side, feeling the way her little body grew heavier, and her weak little hold on his finger loosened.

He felt a quiet hum vibrate in his chest, slowly rising to his throat in a quiet tune of 'You Are My Sunshine' sung weakly, so quiet his voice cracked with the higher notes, unable to carry them in the vulnerable state he was in, but no one cared. His little one didn't seem to care for the lack of performance. If anything, he felt a flutter in his chest the way she nuzzled against his inframmary, enjoying the low hum with both the sensation and sound.

He continued to sing, he didn't know for how long, but it continued till he saw those eyes finally give in, and close, and her jaw go slack against his knuckle, her little fingers still wrapped loosely around his one he refused to pull away even still.

He'd always run away before. He'd ran away from everyone and everything that turned into something he couldn't control. But now, he had a problem cause the next time he'd run away and hide in the dark, little feet would follow behind and pull him right back. Pull him back to the light.

He tugged the blue blanket closer and tighter around her, keeping her secure in a warmth his own body could never give. Leaning down to place a kiss to her forehead, not a kiss of apology, or out of guilt like the many earlier, but a kiss of thanks. A thanks for healing that ache in his chest, the loneliness I'm his soul.

Thank you for being my sunshine.

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I to, was not safe from the baby fever... 😔✊️

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