... I Mean Their Not Wrong.

Well... That was a disaster of a lesson.

Dante stick to a melee weapons for a reason.

Based on

Well, this is cool.

Finally caving in and posting this comic after leaving it to rot in my gallery. Drew this throughout the semester and it was mainly for practice drawing comic pages so that’s why there’s such a big style change. It’s cringy I know lol but it’s just supposed to be a cute little sonadow beach comic cause why not.

Maybe more parts in the future? (I already have some pages drawn….)

I made this a long time ago, I had just been thinking about Ink and Error agreeing to take a brake from their constant fighting in the middle of the summer to cool off by the pool

The fact i want this to be a real thing that happens.

Quiet remembers things in MoC. He remembers everything else, that is.

"Shit! Shit! What the hell was that? Who are we? What are we doing?" That was Paranoid, too tense to the point of looping back into distracted. He had heard all that before. When?

"There was a Princess, I think. It’s all so fuzzy. It hurts when I try to remember." Broken, living up to his name, even though there was another way, even though it didn't have to be like this-

'Not a Princess. The Shifting Mound.' He corrected, mind starting to reel with the information.

Collective confusion for half a second, shattered by the Narrator, of all things.

'Where have you heard that name?!'

He -- Quiet, he remembered that now -- tried to ignore the echo in his head.

'You jump to one of the floating trees and make yourself comfortable in the exposed base-- Really?! I don’t know how you came across that name, but you're here to slay the Princess who will end the world!'

"She can wait a few more minutes,' his voices needed, deserved the break, even without the memories threatening to overwhelm him. 'How about we rest here for a bit when nothing's chasing us?'

"Decider, we’re supposed to let her out. It’s really the only way this works out for us, if you think about it. She’s the one with power here. Nobody else can do much of anything," and that was Opportunist, beaten down by one of the cruelest iterations of Her.

They went quiet. Maybe they were seeing everything too.

This was far less one-way than it seemed. If he focused inward, if he let his eyes drift shut and dreamed, he could feel the tiny jerks and tugs of his Voices acting on him, and...

Even Cold, too regular to be noticed unless he actually focused, lost to sensory fatigue. Creeping up on him like ice.

A wave of memories assaulted him. His actual identity, the Princess', the one path when it seemed like Cold, not Hero, had nested close to his heart.

"So you did listen to me," Cold’s voice was usually monotone and deceptive in its softness, but approval was something Quiet had never expected from him.

"And he was miserable for it!" Smitten seemed to have regained life at the novelty, at the realization that the eternity of torture that they had suffered could pass. "Whatever vision that was, please don't let it come to pass!"

"How could you call that being unfeeling?" Hunted asked, "There was so much fear."

"You wrestled control away from everyone. Impressive," Opportunist said. "Good thing I've always been on your side. We can turn this around, aren’t we a God?"

As if karma had decided to fuck that voice over in particular, what they saw next was betrayal, in different ways.

Opportunist, Broken, Smitten. With more or less intent, but still.

"Are Icy, Loudmouth and I the only ones who didn't think the decider was a puppet out of the blue?! What's wrong with all of you?!" Stubborn, coming to his defense.

They kept coming. Eating and being eaten. Betrayal and being betrayed in turn. Submission and rebellion. Love turning sour. Pain for the sake of it. A cycle of pain that he kept perpetuating by choosing to go back go the beginning. But this construct had cracks, in the end. All those memories were a consequence of it.

It was his fault. It was his mistakes and failures that destroyed everything again.

And then the visions that, he knew, could come to pass someday.

Hero getting him to the Heart and they left as mortals, with him choosing to stay behind.

Killing Transformation and exploring a world with his Voices, always together. Or reaping the consequences of his actions. Hero was the most disturbed by that one, for some reason.

Quiet accepting Her request to leave as Gods and-

They reeled as the vision simply stopped being something their minds could interpret. Quiet felt a part of what he called his sanity crumble. Paranoid seemed fine.

'Enough data for you, detective?' he couldn’t help but ask, memories too fresh considering Skeptic’s metaphorical flinch.

"You've been doing this for a long time, haven't you?" Contrarian was uncharacteristically subdued, but having several lifetimes' worth of memories would make anyone slow down and process.

The question remained, now that they knew, what would they do with that information?

So cute! I want to read something were Night has to do this now.

I also find it interesting that killer and Cross are the only two who kept something close to their normal clothes. I can under why they had to find something for Error, I mean, so tinny. But I am guessing for Horror and Dust it's because he needs to be able to tell each of them apart at a glance and Killer threw a fit not wanting to change into different clothes.

This was the last bit of art for 2020. It was for a secret santa that a bunch of my friends were a part of. I was lucky enough to get @sirsen​ ! I couldn’t choose one so I drew all of the babybones with Nightmare. Originally, it was going to be Twas the Night Before Christmas, but realizing they are all “bad sans”, the Grinch felt more appropriate.

Also just, his face cracks me up (removed overlays etc so easier to see)

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... Now I want to make pie.

I heard that Undertale was having an anniversary! Please enjoy StuffinFluff Cooking’s take on the butterscotch cinnamon pie, featuring the official Toriel plush from Fangamer!

When this recipe says to keep mixing, please keep mixing! Melting the sugar into the butter can be challenging, and so can adding the mixture to the egg yolks. Take it as slow as you need, but turn the heat down on the butter a little to keep it from burning if you’re going to take a while!

Sorry for the lack of activity, everyone. It’s been difficult to balance my posts and recipes with my freelance animation work. We’re going to try to have more frequent recipes for you guys in the future. :’) 

Please follow StuffinFluff Cooking for more recipes! And if you liked this one (or just like Undertale and pie), feel free to like and reblog it so others can see! Thank you everyone!

Now I'm wondering if they know Link is a guy and think he's gay.

Just want Link to have girls night with some good gerudo ladies, do make up, talk about weapons and get drunk which will lead to awkward and emotional talks about each other’s crush… am i asking for too much

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So, I am working on a variant of Dreamtale. Curious to see what people think.

Oh my God, Pups!

Pictures by Westend61

It’s puppy season ♥️

Well, this is very interesting.

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