#mmmm flowers

[normalayadraw]

so um

eheh, surpriseeeee

Been a while since my last undertale art huh. This is the first properly rendered art I've ever made with Undertale as well. I think.

No, I'm not listening to His Theme on repeat while drawing this. What do you mean I'm crying every 10 minutes there? ಥ_ಥ

!IMPORTANT NOTES!

Will print this in A5 for Comifuro17 hehehehehe

[gayjew69]

ouch

[happyheidi]

x - x / x - x / x - x

[marblegroves]

Color studies using scenes from @sixteenth-days ‘s fanfiction ^^

[inkclover]

💖💛Girliepops be vibing heyo!☀️🏓

They have me in such a chokehold y’all don’t even know—

[void-chara]

im normal about minecraft flowers i prommy. princezam has hurt me.

the incident in question + just the lineart cause i kinda like it on its own

also slightly different blending layers

[londondungeon2]

concept with jade leech

there is no dire-beast inside the mirror chamber, and there are no ghosts inhabiting ramshackle. it is simply: you, alone in a rundown building, after the headmaster leaves.

you have been pinching yourself through the day. little crescent marks litter your wrist.

for the past six or so hours, you have been trying really hard to wake up from this dream. nothing is working. desolate, you take to wandering the house.

you know your imagination is strong but an entire college, idiosyncratic characters, and an entire furnished building is a bit complex. still, you card through the squabble, hoping to unearth some mistake in physics that will tell you that this is a dream. that search ends abruptly when you find a loose floorboard and the fragile wood underneath you gives out like a snapped cracker.

you land hard.

ten feet down in the basement, lying on your back.

blinking away dust, your eyes land upon the piece of wood speared cleanly through your abdomen.

the pain tells you this is too much to be a dream.

it is a full two hours you lie there immobile. you try rolling on your side, hoping to at least stand up, but each motion is anguish in an ineffable amount. you wrap your hands around the red wood and try to pull; it leads to your eyeballs rolling so far back you see new colors. skin shining with generous sweat and dipping in and out of consciousness, you lie there and bid limited time until someone from this new world comes to find you. the headmaster will eventually come back, right?

you think about a multitude of things.

you think about how if your corpse withers here, the puss running out your orifices will look like cream cheese.

you think about how the glittering wands those students held might work, is it like harry potter or a unique universe.

you think about how you still had to go to work tomorrow in your own original universe, attend classes, hope plans with friends don’t fall through so you laugh carefree without lungfuls of blood.

your last slip from consciousness to eternal unconsciousness, you think about home. the bed you slept in, the books read and films watched, the snack wrappers on the sheets, what a comforting waste.

you drift off, expecting to be jolted awake again by your own feverish mind, and die, bleeding out on ramshackle’s basement floor.

it takes azul awhile to gain ramshackle’s dorm.

the one new student he saw during the opening ceremony apparently stayed there one night and fled the next morning. as the headmaster’s report goes, crowley found no one living there when he went to check the following day. however, the usage of ramshackle by that magicless student opened up a gate of opportunity and azul did not let it go to waste.

the negotiations took awhile and the proper refurbishment will have to be done. but just before winter exams, azul has managed to secure himself a second location for mostro lounge.

first, damages have to be assessed.

the building is disgusting, rundown, and simply inhabitable. busy with the 250 students he has under contract, azul assigns jade to spend a november afternoon there and make note of what they need to start repairing first.

azul really hopes the plumbing is salvageable. the cost would be through the roof if otherwise.

so jade, hand over his heart, promises to survey ramshackle the next day and outline a list of high priority repairs to stuff they can skimp upon in the budget.

jade’s excited. the mountains he treks are northwest and ramshackle is northeast; this will provide him a new opportunity to see what kind of mushroom may lie on that side of the island. …oh, and he supposes he will also assist azul in his endeavor as well.

the next day, he spends half of the allotted time foraging outside of ramshackle before he actually walks into the building. i should make this quick and efficient. i only have thirty minutes left. notepad in hand, he starts to investigate the wreckage.

uninhabited and ugly. those are the two words that rise to jade’s mind first. truly, it is a lovely space and it would be a disgrace to see it painted in shades of lilac and oceanic decor. but, it will be entertaining nonetheless to see azul’s business expand.

yet, as he’s walking down the halls, jade cannot help but think he is hearing a second pair of footsteps just behind him.

yes, ramshackle is ugly but it does not seem to be as uninhabited as he thought. how intriguing.

so, sadistic grin blooming, jade decides to play a game. he will ignore this secondary person and continue on, waiting anxiously to see what will happen. he marks down his observations, all while feeling a pair of eyes upon his neck. lighting on the first floor needs fixing. the water runs orange in the upstairs sink. nothing entirely formidable has happen yet, but he hopes it will.

jade cannot wait to see if this ghost can turn his skin inside out, or perhaps drop a floorboard on top of his head, the possibilities are endless. it all has jade’s toes squirming in his dress shoes in anticipation.

however, his thirty minutes are up before he can descend the basement stairs and nothing has happened yet.

which is disappointing.

he’ll be back again tomorrow so there is always a chance for something then.

however, he had hoped for something to happen now.

just as jade is walking out the door, list and bag of mushrooms in hand, something ice cold tickles the hairs on his neck. frigid like home. he barely gets a chance to dwell on it before five frozen fingers wrap themselves around his throat and shove him down the porch steps.

the door to ramshackle slams shut.

sprawled on the ground, jade reaches his hand up to the idents on the column of skin, the previous touch thawing out.

he cannot help the deep blush that comes up to his face.

with a deep breath, his own gloves fingers still hovering over the lost embrace, jade stands up and pats himself down. he looks upon the closed door with a hunger in his eyes.

yes, tomorrow he will be back.

and he hopes this ghost will act up again because they have so much more allure to jade than a second mostro lounge.

[firebound-press]

Here’s the copy of Even the Mountains Crumble by rosegardenlake that I made for a friend of mine!

I’m so fucking proud of this binding guys you have no idea it was so much fun to work on and the finished product just looks so so nice. And the spines!!!! The spines are so fun and cool im so proud of them you have no idea hehehe

When i first started working on the typesetting I had to figure out how I was gonna divide the books, but I ended up just going with each book as a season, since they were already divided up that way in the fic, and it meant I got to play around with designs! Also the different length books just looks really nice :D

Final page count

Summer: 550 pages

Fall: 300 pages

Winter: 200 pages

Sprint: 450 pages

Total word count was nearly 500,000 words, which is hands down the longest fic I’ve ever bound. Also the summer book is the biggest book I’ve ever made which I think is fun :DDDD

You can read the original work here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30305862

[justanechoflower]

Hey Flowey! I just got this fancy pot from Infinitrix and I’ve decided to give it to you. Enjoy! Also are you still working for the nice cream guy?

Flowey: Don't mind if I do! *Flowey hands over the money, pours the soil into his new fancy pot, and then hops inside.*

[automatonknight]

id: a stylized, digital painting of robo-ky from guilty gear. he’s shown from his head to a little below the shoulders, facing the viewer and holding a tangerine in front of his face, which obscures it partially. he’s wearing a white button up with the sleeves rolled up. the background shows trees, a blue but slightly cloudy sky and the sun in the upper right corner. end id

[veriitasu]

FGO!Eun AU!! I wonder how she deals with being yoinked to a whole other universe :thinks: While still coming from Eorzea, she was summoned here, body and all, to help with the funny holy grails. :)

[spac3-s0da]

YAAAS ITS TALLY HALL TUESDAY YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!!!

[veveisveryuncool]

dandelion/gardener dee lore yippee

[happyheidi]

[sacredvalentine]

The truly lonely

[balkanradfem]

First wild rose of the season! Rose water is close!