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So cute!

A five-year-old child, Carver, sent Baby Yoda to firefighters in Oregon to thank them for all of their efforts.

They now take him everywhere:

Thank you, firefighters! 🙏

Il materiale di origine: Baby Yoda fights fires (Facebook)

This is the most wholesome thing I have ever seen. 🥺♥️

... 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!

Well, this is interesting.

The Cats Favorite Toy p.2 Final

I can tell so much about you by what you've left unsaid...

Ink leaned back in his old rocking chair, listening to the old, beaten wood creak with the stretch of new pressure. He always used it whenever he couldn't sleep, when insomnia hit him hard, stapling his eyes open, making his body toss and turn, but tonight was different. No, tonight wasn't a night where he drew something and still had the energy for new pieces, but he had to go meet up with the Star Sanses in the morning, when he had just watched a fight in another au and was still riled up, tonight was worse.

Tonight was worry

There was a tightness in the painters chest that refused to go away. It made his hands shake, trembling in place, twitching every now and again from being so cramped. It made his stomach feel tight and knotted, the bitter taste of acid rising in his throat now and again, though he forced it back down. Sure, he was used to puking up Ink, but not real food. What food would even come up? He hasn't had the motivation to eat, it took a lot out of him to even roll out of bed this morning, but he knew that Error needed to be taken care of. Its not like skeletons needed to eat, even though it did strengthen their stanima, so he was just fine without it, and if that meant losing all his energy, so be it.

Ink looked across the room to the couch, Errors unconscious form bundled up in blankets and wires, pumping medicine into his soul that Sci had recommended. The glitchs break down made his core weak and cracked, so Ink had to keep a close eye on his chest. Not to mention the physical damage, a sprained ankle and chips among his skeleton from the rock fall. Being in the snow, in soaking wet clothes for hours on end, also gave Error a nasty case of frostbite. The tips of his bones, his toes and fingers, bits of rib and neck, they were all stained a bright pink color, swollen and sore. Ink had always found the others bruises interesting, how they needed to be a bright color to contrast over the dark bones. Is that why he left so many after battles? Maybe. Did that mean the guilt on his chest ever lightened? Absolutely not.

... Maybe he shouldn't have been so rough in fights. Error had already retreated down at Snowdin, but Ink was determined on having a bit more fun. Now he realized that this wasn't fun for Error, it wasn't joy he felt, it was fear. Fear of being hunted like some sort of wild animal, fear of being presented with all his failures for everyone to see, to laugh at and poke fun at for their own entertainment.

The protector takes a sip of his white paint, bouncing his knee anxiously, pumping his foot to and from the cold tiled floor. It was dulling his emotions, which he usually didn't like, but right now, he needed it. The anxiety and guilt was driving Ink insane, he felt both physically and mentally sick with the entire situation. The ticks from a clock on the wall was the only thing to keep himself grounded, each one making him flinch from the lack of background noise. Usually, he didn't even notice it, making a radio or the voices of the creators to drown it out, but now, it was like a gun being shot right next to his head, just barely missing, but still serving as a warning. Why did he even have a clock? With all the timelines and different timezones, this was a useless pice of junk. Still, it looked nice, and it made him feel like this little multiverse world had its own sense of individuality, so he kept it up. Did it even run on batteries? Or did it just hang over Ink, watching him with every click of a hand, prying into his thoughts with every tick of the minute, waiting for the artist to finally crack, to unfold just as Error did all those weeks ago.

Yeah... Weeks....

Glitchy had gone into a coma from all the cold to his body, sending him into shock. Or, at least that's what Sci said. Ink didn't really know what that meant, but it definitely wasn't good, the lack of knowledge only adding bricks to his already endless wall of anxiety.

A crash in the room almost made Ink scream in fear, though it only came out as a soft wheeze, instead gripping the arms of his rocker to try and stable himself once again. Turning his head from his hands folded on his lap, he was surprised to see Errors body... Rolled off the couch. There was a grumble from the pile as it shifted around, obviously annoyed by its prison of blankets, trying to break free, but it was kinda hard when your limbs were all numb and cramped. His counterpart rushed over to help, nearly flying out of his chair in the moment of adrenaline, pulling at the blanket until it came loose, looking down at the other

"Hey Ru... You're awake..."

Inks voice was small, something uncharacteristic for the usually annoying guardian, but the look in Errors eyes told him that things weren't all well again. The red tainted sockets looked like they were sunk into his skull, making gray bags ring around his eyes. Even though it was hard to see with the black bones, Ink could regonize it from the almost gray pupils, the usually warm color pattern drained into a ghost of once they once were, A ghost of Error. A ghost of his determined attitude, almost smug as he bickered with anyone and everyone, his pride refusing to submit into another's ideas. A ghost from his usually wide rested smile, or that jagged frown when he got upset over something small, cursing and stomping his foot like a cat who was pet at the wrong time. A ghost of the usual bright navy strings dripping down his cheeks. They weren't even glowing now, starting to mix into his skull, almost like they were invisible to his character. Ink forced himself to gulp down another bit of white paint, shuttering at the lack of taste, unlike his other vials that bursted with flavor. How long has this been piling up on Error for? The skeleton looked half dead, staring up at Ink with glossy eyelights, almost like his entire personality was broken.

The artist pulled Error back up to the couch, laying the blanket on his lap instead of bundling him up again, going to the kitchen to start up on some hot chocolate. Error always liked the food, anything chocolate really, it was like a drug to him at this point. Maybe it would cheer him up, with a bit of whipped cream and carmel draped over the top? Yeah. That sounded nice. Ink decided to make himself a mug as well, his stomach tightening from his lack of food all week.

He walked back to the couch after about 10 minutes, sighing in relief at the sight. Error had his knitting needles in his hands, strings wrapped in his fingers, making a pattern as he pulled and looped the thread. His body still looked tired, but at least he could move his fingers. At least he had the motivation to do something he loved again.

The cup of coco was set on the living room table, which was piled up with papers and art supplies, but the painter moved all that to the side, careful not to knock anything over. He was surprised that Error didn't rip up his project or destroy it as he usually did, but he could tell now wasn't the time to bright up work stuff.

Error didn't touch the coco. Not that it was stubborn and didn't want Inks help, mostly because he was too caught up in relaxing himself in his strings of fabric, letting the clock tick away. No words were exchanged, only the small background noise as Ink clicked the TV on to listen to, grabbing his notebook as well, starting to doodle things in it. It was a comfortable silence. No one moved to get away, no one bickered or screamed, the two skeletons just needed eachother right now to let the other know everything was okay, everything was normal again. In all due time, it would be, including fights and battles, the war still ranging on. But for now, it was too late to care about those things. The ticking was all that they needed to feel at peace again, relaxing in eachothers presence, letting the night soothe their souls as they enjoyed eachothers company once again

So cute.

:3

Error belongs to Loverofpiggies

The tale of two brothers and a tree that gives it's eternal gift.

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Do not forget that on March 5th, Dreamtale’s anniversary

I love this!

The second video I made, this time it’s tooth rotting fluff. Please subscribe on yt if you enjoyed!

Well, this is the coolest discussion ever.

What happens you mix tons of free time with a nice discord discussion? Watch the video and find out.

@dana-chan325 @paketdimensioncomic

Oh! Cute!

This cute platypus 

(via)

I love this idea.

I have a headcanon and I want to share it

Error’s blood consists of the “blue screen of death” and it’s all but it looks beautifully unusual

Cute!

*dry food crunches* Ridiculously small kitten: “Myam myam myam. Njam njam njam njam njam njam njam! Myam myam myam nyam nyam myam. Mmmam. Mrrrrram. Meep!”

Oh my God! So cute!

They’re done! Aaahh please let this work- So I made little Hat Kid and Prince Shimeji’s! You know, those little nuisances that keep trying to interfere with your work? Yeah, and now you can have them on your PC too! Want to know how? More information under the cut!

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Why is the gang always using Scooby and Shaggy as the bait?

Their not the only ones who could do it!

... You know, there is an Archive of our own Error x Blue fic which mentions Error having two... Well you can see them.

💙

Cute!

Wakey wakey

I love that someone drew this scene!

Delivery for @raithwin and @avatarkayla!

Fanart from their latest chapter in ‘Our Tangled Web’ on AO3

Little sleepy Error, napping in a box because reasons! that’s why!

Good luck you guys! Hope you all get well!

———-> Go Fund Me Here!  ——-> Imgur pictures of Rick and Maddy in the hospital. I know there a bunch of GofundMe campaigns on tumblr, but this one is for a Pumpkin Team member. I don’t believe in just asking for things and not getting anything in return. So I’m offering added game content for gold release, and I’ll write in your tumblr name on a pumpkin card and send it to them if you reblog this. Rick is very badly burnt, especially his fingers and he is now disabled. His dog also got some of her paws and legs burnt, but it would have been worst if he hadn’t gone back in the house to save her not once but many times. Also this was an arson fire.  Money helps of course because if you live in America you know how expensive healthcare is (a financial death sentence pretty much). They also lost all of their belongs, Rick does not even have his ID.  The person who you are helping is the first person I contacted when Pumpkin Online was only an idea and I had no idea what the hell I was doing. We would not be here had it not been for this guy, so I’m doing my best to help his family. I am also kind of poor but I still donated $40 myself so if you have anything please thanks.  THANK YOU!  

In a way this also describes the change in Tophs that finally let her flourish.

Before the Avatar gang came along and swept her up she was a coddled flower that kept trying to get the nutrients and attention she needed to bloom but her parents kept denying her those things or gave it to her in such small amounts that it did nothing to sate her needs. Leaving her dreaming of more.

Once the gang pulled her into their mix though she began to blossom, she was able to learn and teach the skills she had developed. She was able to expand her personality to find herself. To become the most talented earth bender of her time, if not all time. They also gave her the love she needed while letting her develop on her own.

The plants at the forefront show this as well. When Toph was with her parents the plants were green, alive but not flurishing, getting the bare minimum of what was needed. When with her group of friends though the plants have flowered, showing they have gotten the love and care they deserve to gain their true beauty.

Toph’s Family

Well, this is very interesting.

New pages every Monday and Friday!

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I wish the two interacted like this more.

N : Dream, take this omelet rice to the table. Also, please prepare spoon and cup. D : OK! D : Omelet rice♪  Omelet rice♪ D : Cup, tea, spoon, ketchup… D : (Inspiration)

N : I’ve finished making soup and salad. D : Brother!  look!  look! N : What? D : Ta-da! N : …

N : ?      If your image item is the sun, I think my image item to be the moo… D : (I did my best!) (I am confident in this art.) N : …      I think your picture is well drawn. D : Oh real!?  Thank you! I did my best to draw!

Dream!Sans,Nightmare!sans【@jokublog】

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

Wow! People are really getting into "Our Tangled Web" and I am loving it!

.:~Ink’s Sketchbook “Error #2″~:.

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tfw a chapter of your current favorite fan fic has a part where the characters are looking through a sketchbook and it lists a bunch of sketch descriptions and you go like “challenge accepted”.

Okay, so no one was actually challenging me, but it was free drawing prompts and it felt like the universe was daring me so I immediately jumped for it.

I like Error’s hobo outfit much more, but since the Ink in the story has known Error for about a thousand years and has nine total sketchbooks full of nothing but the glitchy cutie pie plus another 6 full of Ruru erotica I figure in “Error #2″ he’d have his classic outfit.

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Page 1

“A collection of Error’s face with varying expressions…”

Hate the top left expression.  Looks weird, but since it was my first go drawing an Error face without a reference I feel I can forgive myself for that.  Hate the bottom right expression too but only because that peaceful face doesn’t feel like Error.  And because I couldn’t figure out how to do peaceful with a Sans mouth.  It was my first attempt for Page 5 and in the end I admitted that I just don’t have the expression skills needed to pull what I wanted off for that picture.  It was still a nice looking face though so I included it in Page 1.

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Page 2

“Error scowling on his bean bag with his game boy. Error arguing with a less distinct other person.” 

My favorite page!  These prompts were the most fun to draw.  Error makes for the most adorable grump and I love him for it. <3 The “less distinct other person” is an Anonymous voice!  I thought the idea of Error feeding a troll to be hilarious and ran with it.  At least one of them seems like they’re having a good time. xD

Also, fuck the paper I drew these on.  The book has some pages that are colored grey instead of white and that messes with things.  Gave the drawings a dark tint that I can’t do anything about, so I’m a bit salty about that.

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Page 3

“A notable one of Error standing as if in triumph over the viewer of the image, one fist clenched and pulling a collection of strings taught.”

Not exactly how I first pictured it but it will do.  Also I forgot that Error was supposed to be standing instead of kneeling until I was pretty much finished with it.  Oops.

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Page 4

“Error laughing, hands in pockets, as an arrow labelled Killer pointed down into a collection of muck and marsh plants.”

So. I drew all of these sketches in my 365 drawing book.  You know, the one with the ruled lining in it because it’s supposed to be a book for writing prompts.

So imagine me, initially thinking I’d just draw a few plants, getting carried away and drawing the whole dang swamp, and then realizing when I was done that I was going to have to edit out all those damn lines.  I went “oh fuck” and then proceeded to spend two hours on clean up for this sketch alone.  Cleaning up each sketch already took a long time so holy hell.

Oh well, at least it looks neat.  Just wish Killer’s booty didn’t get lost in all the details. :(

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Page 5

“Finally, Ink stopped on a page near the end that had clearly been looked at a lot. The top corner was a little crumpled and dog-eared as if Ink fiddled with that section of the paper often. This one was of Error smiling. Not the smirking grin, not his crazy smile, but his normal smile. The one usually only seen in private by very few beings. Ink smiled back at it. The image had been delicately painted with watercolors making it even softer than the expression had been.”

*flips a table*

Could have been better. Could have been worse. I found a great digital watercolor tutorial but in the end I still didn’t know what I was doing.  Maybe someday I’ll try redoing this when I level up my arting skills but for now it looks nice, it looks soft, it fits the prompt, I’m done.

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Whew… well that’s one big project done.  A major “Our Tangled Web” itch has been scratched.  Maybe now I can go back to working on some of my own stuff.  Or do fanart for other fanfics.  =w=

……………Pfffffff… yeah right, maybe.  We’ll see how long I last. xD

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“Our Tangled Web” by: @raithwin and @avatarkayla

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Error © @loverofpiggies Ink(’s hands) © @comyet

Yes! Go read this fic! It's awesome!

.:~Kitty Collar Error~:.

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And after a few weeks, the “Our Tangled Web” fanart is back.  This time from Chapter 61.  Drew Error in his hoodie because he found his old clothes and it looks as though he might be wearing them for a while.

Also

Because they make for a great medium for cat ears. :D

EDIT: WHOOPS!  Forgot his glitches.  All fixed now. :’D

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“Our Tangled Web” Fanfic ~~ By: @raithwin and @avatarkayla

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Error © LoverofPiggies/CrayonQueen

Bees!

Yes!

So cool!

Save the bees!

Well, this is very, very interesting.

I am curious to see what the writer does next.

Chapter One: Doctor’s Notes

To have three versions of the same person among her, Toriel looks over her notes trying to process everything and hopes to gain answers from Error due to his ability to feel and understand emotions before he embarks to another AU with Ink to continue their on-going bet of how many bad AUs there are compared to good ones.

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Umm... My bed is technically in a corner with the headrest under/covering a window... (Big tall window)

So, I guess I am somewhere between lawful and neutral good?

i had insomnia last night and couldnt stop thinking about this

... Their idiots aren't they.

Last meme I swear XD

Error and Inky be busy uwu

Loving aww!

I have made my whole family laugh by showing them this.

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Depends on where I am in the ritual tbh

As a person who went to both high school and college, I can personally say that this is true.

Danny would have done better in college

Danny wouldn’t have had as much stress if he was a college student instead of a high schooler.

Danny stands up and leaves in the middle of class? Eh oh well attendance isn’t mandatory in this class anyway.

Tired from ghost fighting? College is hard man everyone is exhausted.

Carries around a thermos everywhere? Josh from econ doesn’t go anywhere without his Tupperware so a thermos isn’t that big of a deal.

Danny could strait up tell his class that he’s dead and he’d just get a round of “same”.

Someone spots Danny phase through something. “Am I still drunk or did I not get enough sleep?”

Yeah he’s a bit weird but without him you would have failed astronomy so he’s cool in your book.

Walking around during winter without a coat? Yeah Chad, Keven, and Brandon all do that too, at least he’s not wearing shorts.

He may look scrawny but Rebbeca swears up and down he knocked some dude who was being shady out in one hit.

He seems to know a lot about ghosts. Everyone has something they have to distract themselves from schoolwork, his must be the paranormal.

When they went to a haunted house as a group Danny never even flinched. There was one ghost that looked really real but when it saw Danny it just disappeared. Everyone jokes about how Danny is the scariest person on campus.

Danny accedently shows up to a class as Phantom, no one bats an eye. People come to class in costume all the time at least it doesn’t block the people sitting behind him.

No one questions why he knows how to stitch wounds. He probably learned it from a med student who had to explain how to for an assignment. Or he just can’t afford to go the the hospital, he’s not the only one.

There’s a puppy that follows him around sometimes. No one cares as long as they get to pet him.