No One Joined My Stream... V.V I Wanted To Doodle Some Requests. Ended Up Doodling This Instead Before

HUSH. I WILL NOT STAHP

YOU IS THE CUTE

No one is allowed to say different. It’s banned. 

STOP SAYING EW IT'S YOUR FACE!! YOU ARE THE CUTEST BEAN I HAVE EVER SEEN! NNNNYYYYAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

SHUSH U I’M NOT CUTE

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You made literally the 2 most innocent drawing explicit??

Not the demon possessed dog? Not this deadly fire breathing dragons? Not the Gore drawing in October?

???????????!

Hee hee. I have no clue what I’m doing half the time. C: 

Reblog if you’re a self-taught artist!

I’m curious ^^

AHHHHHH! I NEED IT IN MY LIFE!!!!

white dragon

Sad news! Poor prickly was made with bakers clay so when I went to put him in the oven but he cracked and broke. V.V

I think I put the temperature too hot.

RIP Mr. Prickly....

Look at the little guy I made! I was inspired by the Prickly Fishing Bait in the PlayStation 2 game Dark Cloud. It just came to my head in class then viola! Tiny buddy! Too bad it’s too late to turn him into the art show. V.V I should paint him….

@wingedhumangirl

Sorry not sorry. I couldn’t get this out of my head as soon as I saw Wolf’s reply. SO I doodled. <3 Luv ya both!! 

NOT MY CHARACTER(S ?)!!!! They Belong To These Beauties!!! VVVV @wolf-wrathknight  @bun-bunmuse

So…hear me out…..what if something more then mechas data escaped into kins body during the partial bond…..and this is only just a what if scenario and nothing more since I don’t actually know if Tide plays as a splint personality to mecha (despite being their original form)  that can be transfer through data.

I either see Tide completely hating being in an organic body or enjoying it a little too much…

I don’t know…this is probably all wrong but I wanted to doodle it…

mecha/tide: @wolf-wrathknight 

Calling Artists and Admirers

Hello! I am an armature artist who loves art. And yet.... I find I am challenging myself less and less. I am not breaching my comfort zone. I still love art, have motivation, I don't doubt my skill or claim to be the best. I just feel like something is... Missing.

In other words, I need help. I need some sort of flair or detail. I've always been open to critique but now I'm stating plainly. Give me those HARSH comments. Those MEAN words saying what could be better. I want it. I want it said nicely but dont worry about hurting my feelings.

Lovelys, this critique will help me more than anything.

If anyone is intrested in this critiquing. Tell me in an ask, comment, or message and I will post everything in my sketchbook, finished or not. YOU decide which I finish and I'll post the product. Then tell me what I could change or do better next time. Then maybe you'll also see more posts from me as well. Hee hee.

Sigh. I need some artist friends. Lol. Let me know if you're an artist as well. I need to follow more art blogs!

This gif describes my mood. I might delete this later cause I hate asking for help.

Was my quote

Saphira

A story? If you insist.

*****

Papyrus' face whipped to the side. Bloody marrow sprayed over the snow behind the Snowdin shop. The large humanoid bear kept Papyrus trapped under him with his fat body, the weight nearly crushing the skeleton's ribs and spine.

"GET OFF ME YOU-" Papyrus was rewarded with another snarl and a solid wack over the eye sockets.

"Hur hur hur. The poor vice Captain trapped and helpless. Magic all spent from training, eh? Wonder how much LOVE I'll receive from you. I think I want to find out." The bear raised his fists and crashed them down on Papyrus' ribs. With each blow his HoPe grew lower and lower.

He cried out, sharpened teeth barely holding back the bloody murder that Papyrus' throat contained. His gloves became stained with blood as he dug his claws uselessly into the bear's gut.

This was it. After so long. After so much. A measly yawn after training had alerted a nearby enemy of weakness.

He didn't know how he'd done it. How had he failed at holding onto his mask? How had he forgotten how dangerous letting go of it was?

Unknowingly, Papyrus' sockets screwed shut as he gave up. He finally just... Let go. How peaceful. No wonder Sans was lazy all the time. It was so nice. To let go. It was over and he knew it. All his stress melted away and for once, his mind was clear of headaches and pain. Heh. How nice it felt.

Abruptly, the weight was lifted from Papyrus and he thought it had been done. He was dust. Dead. He never got to say goodbye to Sans. His sockets cracked open and he was a bit disappointed to see that death looked like the underground.

His hearing cleared in time for a large roar to erupt from his left. Papyrus' skull whipped to the side to see Sans being yanked from the bear's shoulder. Blood flew with him as he rolled over the snow and landed gracefully on his feet, teeth stained with the monster's blood. Sans spat, shaking his head to get rid of his dizziness but the bear sprung onto the littler skeleton, clocking him solidly on the socket.

"SANS!" Papyrus cried, mad with worry. His brother. His weak little brother had saved him. His 1 HP brother. He stared in amazement, but concern. Gods, Sans was going to get himself killed!

Papyrus stood in time for his soul to be captured and he was forced away, being tossed into a tree. His vision went dark.

When he woke his skull was pounding. He groaned, not wanting to rise. But he had to. He had to find Sans.

He gingerly rose from his bed and noticed the balcony door open. Sans could be seen through the glass.

The taller skeleton paused at the doorway then quickly made his way to Sans' side.

He was smoking, sockets dark. He didn't acknowledge Papyrus' presence.

Papyrus didn't know what to say. He leaned against the balcony and looked down, not looking at his brother.

Their injuries were prominent against their ivory faces. A reminder.

"SANS-"

"don't. just don't." he cut him off. His own skull pounded and he wanted nothing more than some quiet. It was nice. No screaming. No yelling. Sans didn't want to deal with the arguing anymore. He had almost lost his brother today. He didn't want to be told how foolish he had been for stepping in.

There was a long silence.

There was no breeze, no sound except for the burning of Sans' cigarette when ever he inhaled it.

Sans put it out on the railing, the burn matching so many other marks on the balcony. He turned to leave, disappearing inside their home.

Papyrus stared down at the quiet little town. The place they'd called home for years.

"THANK YOU SANS." He whispered to no one.

The words didn't seem like enough.

Heya guys!

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