#oh welp ...crying

[nothingbizzare]

Be honest with me. You were a sans au artist weren't you.

Yes, I was an Undertale artist long time ago mostly drawing sans ... and it's so embarrassing for me thinking of past me ...

I was like a pre teen to teen and first time on the internet so it's really an embarrassing thing to me but we all started with something ...god ...

[cute-sucker]

rafe was a sweetheart.

there was nothing you could do but admire all that he did for you. he was sweet in the way that he made sure you were okay, heavy hand across your waist as if he was your anchor.

you liked the way that he was causally sweet, something that you knew you could never explain, yet the fact that he left ice cream in tanyhill for you, or gently put you to bed when you had one too many shots.

he was gentle when taking care of you, calloused hand wiping your slobber, as you ached to be closer to him. sometimes he was annoyed with you, eyebrows raised as you tried to sit in his lap.

“what are you doing sweets? tryna get your makeup off,” he muttered, firmly trying to get you get sit back down. you groaned, pawing at his chest as his hands travelled to your cheeks with a cotton pad.

he coughed, “c’mon, don’t do that.”

you grin again his chest, wiggling closer to him. “do wha-”

finally, he pulled you up again, a firm look on his face as he shook his finger in your face. your reaction was to stumble, giggling harder while holding your stomach, before stopping

rafe’s finger stopped moving around your back, to gently look at your face, thick finger tapping on your face, “hey? lemme clean up for you.” 

you stilled letting him graze his hands on your face. you closed your eyes, mouth open as you tried to stay awake. rafe had a pleased look on his face as he watched you drowsily stay awake.

“awww, look at you,” he finally cooed, rough hands cupping your face. “little pup couldn’t stay awake.”

you didn��t reply, pretty much read asleep, munching on the tag on his shirt. finally, he picked you up, a short grunt falling from his lips before putting you in bed.

his gentle hands fixed your head, arranging you to sleep comfortably, and placing a quilt to tuck you in. he let out a soft sigh before sitting down next to you. your chest rose and fell, soft sighs escaping your mouth.

suddenly you peeled open your sleepy eyes, hands reaching out for rafe, “rafey? come sleep with me,” you muttered, rolling over to be closer to him, trying to tuck your head in the hollow of his collarbone. rafe groaned before letting you wrap your lithe hands around his chest.  

that night rafe had the best sleep he’d had in years.

[cauls-antique-pepperbox-pistol]

As promised, here is me dressed as Caul. Yes, in my bathroom.

I have a few more things, but I am hiding them under the cut because 👉👈

First is me with my 7 feet cardboard Caul. Second is, believe it or not, also part of the final result (it’s the blue stuff. I put it in there with some multiple effect). Third is the backside of the bow (very proud of that) and last is just something silly I made cause tbh Caul was probably my trans awakening (I do not use tiktok btw)

[moeblob]

You know, when I kept getting asked "so you didn't ever have severe pains before now?" in the hospital and I kept replying "I have a high pain tolerance" I meant it. However, there is only so much pain my tiny 4'9" body can hold... (aka I am sweating and in agony bc I'm getting told to use LESS severe pain meds so I don't rely on them too much and it is AWFUL)

[indecisive-dizzy]

thinking about Julie going into hibernation, but also how she was participating in winter activities and was at the Homewarming party.

obv an in-universe excuse is writing inconsistency within the show but nahh. i wanna get sad.

My headcanon is that Julie begins hibernation after the Homewarming party. Right after. And later in the evening it turns into a different party, Julie's Goodnight Party (name in progress).

It's fun, because any party with this rainbow monster's name in it is gonna be fun! but there's an underlying somberness. They eat, play games and talk about everything and anything like the Homewarming party, but it just feels different.

(continues below, sad warning bc I made myself sad)

When Julie starts getting sleepy, the party ends with her neighbors giving their farewells, goodnights, and big hugs.

Frank is the one to walk her home, of course. He brushes Julie's hair, makes sure her and her nest has everything she needs, and stays with her as she falls asleep. But not before they share a big, comforting, long hug filled with every unspoken "I'll miss you" and every ounce of love they can pour into it.

It's the longest Frank has ever hugged anybody. "A hug long enough to get him through winter," according to Julie.

He wished that were true.

Either way he smiles, he smiles for Julie as it's the last expression she sees before finally closing her eyes to sleep.

The tears that later soaked into his pillow are the only secret Frank's ever kept from his best friend.

[329nat]

Bargaining and Reflection.

Crowley trying his hardest to think of a way to convince *his* angel that the heavens will not listen to him and never will.

Aziraphale trying to think why, oh why Crowley did not come with him. How could he? Of course heaven was terrible, why do *I* still believe in them…?

everyone rn.

if you like mah stuff, come follow this little fellow! **maniac laughter in background for no reason**

[derputy]

Far Cry 5 as Parks & Rec* - Part 4 (Pt. 1/2/3) || As usual, tagging some awesome inspirations @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point @yeetslovescheese - they never once asked to be tagged but they (so far) still let me for some reason <3

(commercial voice) **beware probable inconsistencies & spelling errors. the following meme video may not accurately depict op's feelings towards certain characters. canon accuracies may vary.

[bleue-flora]

i didn't remenber cdream had a parrot. Now o need to rewatch. Cdream has a curse or something bc why alll his pets die or are killed

Yea… for real. And most of them have really tragic and strange deaths. :’( It’s no wonder he has such attachment issues, only furthered by the death of his horse then later endangerment of his friends and blackmail…

Here’s the link to the parrot stream

Time stamp for finding the parrot: 2:23:21

Time stamp for the death of the parrot: 3:18:02

Here’s the link to the memorial (which I actually mentioned in my recent Dreamcatcher blooper)

Though to truly understand how tragic it is you should watch the whole section of the stream where he has his parrot, because he really goes through so much trouble to bring the parrot (and Spirit) back home with him.

“I loved him like a son he was a like father to me.” — Dream —

[reikunrei]

i’d laugh at the number of nights i’ve just randomly started crying over the last few weeks if it weren’t so annoying that it happens right as i’m trying to sleep!!!

[midnightmah07]

THESE TWO ARE SO CUTE AHHHH I LOVE SEEING SPELLDRIVE CLUB INTERACTIONS😭💙

NAHHH THESE TWOSJEKSOZHSKSNZOSJSODNEJXHNSNSODB SOBS UNCONTROLLABLY I LOVE THEM??????

[djemsostylist]

shoutout to the fact that Dan Abnett, who once wrote a book that made me cry over superheavy tanks of all fucking things actually wrote the death of my most beloved child and the subsequent descent into madness of his most beloved children and i felt NOTHING and that is REMARKABLE dan what the fuck happened to you are you okay what was that fucking abomination of a book

[cute-sucker]

"❀˚ rafe is so attentive to you. he might be busy ‘handling business’ all the time, but he’ll drop everything if something’s bothering you. he wants you to live a cozy, carefree life, physical proof to you and everyone else that he can maintain that for you. so, when you show up at tannyhill with tears in your eyes, he goes straight into problem solving mode. ˚❀༉‧₊" - (x) inspired by @maiiuelle

you were in a foul mood. one that left you nothing but in shivers, and sniffles. you were holding yourself together until you saw rafe. you had started working lately, telling rafe that you could handle it and that you hated the way that he had to pay for everything. 

you worked at a meek small cafe, serving tables, and coming home greasy and bubbly. sometimes you'd bring free leftover fries, and rafe would kiss you, telling you that there was enough money to pay for it. but you liked it. you liked the simplicity rafe liked seeing you happy.

but today everything was horrible. from the way that the day started from the way you felt in the beginning. you had hit your toe on the door and chipped a nail. then there was a man who yelled at you for getting his order wrong, and you ended up having chunks of potato puree in your hair after a toddler grappled for the food you were serving.

so there you were at tanyhill. staring up at the daunting building, as hot tears streamed down your face. you felt caged in as your arms were wrapped around your body. you felt small, almost as if you could disappear the moment something was uttered.

rafe had given you the key to the house. that's the way he was, giving you small things. giving you small things that you'd always hold close to your heart. sometimes he'd just gaze at you, kiss your forehead and call you his "sweet girl," and you felt your whole body blaze with a fire. and so you gently swung open, the hall echoing with emptiness, you felt yourself smile gently. 

tanyhill reminded you of rafe. and rafe reminded you of good things. yet your foul mood followed you, and somehow there was this inkling feeling that rafe wouldn't allow you to keep your job if he knew how horrible the service was. 

but you couldn't help yourself as you bundled in rafe's bedsheets, smelling that scent of his, and wearing one of his polo's. your hand ached towards the phone, yet you held back. he was probably handling business, but it was finally when you picked up the phone and dialled his number. he picked up in one ring.

"rafe?" you sniffed out, your voice scratchy.

"what's wrong?" rafe murmured back. you could almost hear the alarm in his voice and could feel the way he was probably pacing around. he was probably going to be in trouble. that caused you to wilt even more, as you tried to stammer out your sentence. 

"i need you." 

˚❀༉‧₊˚.

you could imagine what rafe was thinking. he was probably worried. worried out of his mind, as you sat in his bed, messy bed head and tears streaming down your face. you heard the creak of the door opening, and there he was.

you saw him, eyes soft as they traced your body. there you were, eyes rubbed red, and a pout on your face. you seemed almost in disbelief, as you stared at him. finally, you jumped into his embrace. it was warm. it was home. you could hear his heartbeat. 

your voice was slurred as you whispered words out, still seeking his warmth.

 "you came." 

it was only here you took a peek at his face, a soft smile was sprawled across his face. 

"you called." 

maybe that was when you realised you loved him. 

[making-my-wey-down-town]

November prompt list challenge 2022, Day 18 - Gym Jesters

It’s incredibly absurd how strong and flexible this jesters are. Like whoever constructed them did a great ducking job. What a badass. A master at robotics.

[ceo-of-stealing-ur-fucking-teeth]

Something that’s always been wild to me is how my mother didn’t understand my obsession with death and gore. But dragged me to a church every week, sometimes multiple times, to a place with giant statue of a man in agonizing pain, covered in blood, right in the center.

And read me stories about people dying horrible, awful, brutal deaths with a tone of reverence.

But had the audacity to be uncomfortable when I started drawing creepy ass half dead things. Like, okay, make up your mind. I thought this was a good thing?’

[prettykittytanjiro]

I don't understand what's with me and late night/early morning contemplation.

Be warned- there's a lot of dream stuff here.

Maybe it's that I'm seeing him every other month in my dreams, and then proceed to forget it until the next week when it finally hits, and it's making me go crazy- to an extreme extent.

It's so..ironic. The days he just pops up in my dreams, it's one of the days I couldn't give much thought to him- but I do get all the work done.

It's this really...specific pattern, you know?

• I need to have done atleast some significant work

• I need to have not thought ab shifting or all that within the course of that day (or maybe two days)

• I need to go to bed with the goal to sleep- and nothing else.

And every time I see him, it's always on a day I couldn't acknowledge his presence as much as I wanted to.

Half the time I see him, I don't remember what he looks like, and more than fifth of the times I remember what he talks to me about.

I do remember two dreams where I remember what I had heard.

The first dream, I had been a bystander, as he sat in this beautiful swing, on a full moon night, talking to this woman who sat at his feet. He was talking to her about something to do with his love for her, and about devotion- how he'd accept no matter what- or something along those lines.

Goddamit, they both looked so amazing.

And the second-

The second, it wasn't exactly him I saw, but it was rather..his elder brother? Don't know what that was about- it was a first, tho.

I was sitting in the backseat of the car, by myself, I could see him, and someone else was driving (out of view).

The conversation is the one I remember most vividly.

"Gods, it feels weird to call (_(my nickname for him)) krishna." I had said, looking at a comic of said person I found in the seat pocket.

"You need to learn to get used to it, and accept it." He was looking towards the path.

"But... it's intimidating."

"you'll get used to it, don't worry. But you first must accept." He looked back.

"But am I really worthy- of calling him that?"

"It's his name. You'll learn. He takes in everyone, albeit it takes time for some others." He had said dismissively, looking back front.

I remember by that point, I was crying- and I woke up to see I WAS actually crying. I had tried to calm myself down, and fall asleep.

It then sunk in the next morning when I woke up that I had seen him.

Their conversations for this are still stuck to me to this day- I still don't know why.

...oh well, one day. ¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

I put a Pomade Wig on Nick. I didn’t even know you could do this.

Please excuse me while I go die of laughter in the corner.