someone's probably already done this but whatever

anonymous asked:

Are other people allowed to make like tribal skeletons? As in the one from those doodles holding the coconut singing "tippity" and stuff? I mean I've seen others do it but I was wondering if it was only like your guys things💞💞 with like the darker bones but the teeth are white

OML I doubt I’m the first to draw skeles with sun-kissed bones or tattoos or tribal lookin!!!

Immean lookkit Error! JET #000000

That CERTAINLY isn’t “my thing” and even if it were, that shouldn’t deter you from exploring your character designs by any means!!! 

Immean, have ya had someone come up to ya and be like “WAAAAIT A SECOND. YOU HAVE THE SAME COLOR SKIN I DO, YOU’RE COPYING ME!!!!! #*($&*#&(%&Q#” 

FELONIOUS.

You are absolutely ONE HUNDRED PERCENT allowed to make tribal, thugly, pirate, cursed, etc etc skellies.

That ain’t no crime. There was never just ONE pirate in all of human history, or ONE thug or ONE tribesman 💖

Like, when @blesstale and I made our first AU together, Plundertale, there were already at least 4 or 5 other pirate AUs but that didn’t deter us from making our own interpretation.

I will say this, Although it’s probably obvious:

taking what someone ALREADY made and claiming it as your own, is different. That’s theft. That’s “my thing” and shouldn’t be done. 

Otherwise, if you know your boundaries and you don’t got that gut-wrenchy “this doesn’t feel right” feeling, you shouldn’t feel an ounce of creative restriction, Anony. Create anything your heart desires, you don’t need me to encourage it but I’m charmed you went out of your way to ask me for assurance anyway!

HAVE FUN WITH WHATEVER YOU’RE WORKING ON!!! ✌️

Funny bone tickler (Undertale t-fanfic)

WARNING: Tickles, teasing, swearwords

I thought of doing this because i wanted to try out something new. I absolutely love the game Undertale, and yes… i got pulled into the Undertale-trashcan… i still can’t get out of it…
Also, this fanfic is long as fuck… hotdamn.

The two skeleton brothers have an arguement. It’s getting worse and worse by the second, until Sans says something that makes Papyrus extremely angry. After a little while, they make it up to eachother and Papyrus decides to start a one-sided ticklefight. (Lee Sans)

“WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?!” Papyrus screamed out of the top of his “lungs”. “Oh, are you deaf now too?” Sans answered him, “I said that your cooking sucks AND that your “spaghetti” ,which does not even look EDIBLE, could be the death to anyone who eats it!“
Papyrus stamps his foot on the ground several times. “WELL AT LEAST I HAVE SOMETHING TO DO EACH DAY! ALL THAT YOU DO IS SLEEP AND COMPLAIN ABOUT NOT SLEEPING ENOUGH!” The stamping of his foot gets louder, faster and harder with each word that he adds to his mean argues. “THERE IS ALWAYS SOMETHING WITH YOU! YOU ALWAYS HAVE THESE NIGHTMARES, THESE NIGHTMARES WHICH YOU DON’T EVEN TALK ABOUT! I TRY EVERYDAY TO MAKE YOU HAPPY, BUT YOU DON’T WORK WITH ME HERE. I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING ALONE!”
“Excuse me, “mister i have to do everything alone”, but who pays all the bills again? Who works everyday to get money again? Because i certainly don’t think that that is you!“ Sans points to himself with his thumb. “I HAVE TO DO ALL THE WORK HERE.” He yells to make it harder for Papyrus to answer him.
But Papyrus is not done with Sans yet… “YOU CALL *THAT* WORKING? YOU’RE JUST SLEEPING HALF OF YOUR JOB. AND THE OTHER HALF YOU’RE EITHER GOING TO GRILLBY’S, READING CAR MAGAZINES, GOING TO THAT BIG DOOR WHERE THERE IS JUST NOTHING TO DO, OR YOU LITERALLY JUST WALK AWAY FROM YOUR STATION AND DON’T COME BACK.” By now the stamping of Papyrus’ foot is causing the floor to shake a bit and their pet-rock has fallen of the table in the livingroom.
Sans’ hands form shaking fists of rage, but he manages to keep them to his sides. “THAT IS NOT TRUE, I DO MY FUCKING BEST TO GET SOME FUCKING MONEY. WITHOUT ME YOU WOULDN’T HAVE A HOUSE. WITHOUT ME YOU WOULDN’T HAVE A BROTHER ANYMORE!” Papyrus hands have also become fists by now.

“YOU. ARE. NOT. MY. BROTHER.”

Sans looks at him in shock for a moment, but then his look turns into a deathglare. His white pupils who glow when they are switched on have dissapeared. His smile is gone. All you can see in him is pure anger. “You did not just say that.”

“OH I DID. AND YOU KNOW WHAT? WHEN I BECOME CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARD, I’LL LEAVE YOU AND NEVER COME BACK.”

“Hehehe…” Sans sarcastic and humorless laughter fills the room. “That will not ever happen…” Papyrus stands his ground. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? IT *WILL* HAPPEN. I *WILL* LEAVE YOU WHEN-” “I’m not talking about that…” Sans interrupts him. Papyrus looks a little confused by this. ‘Then what won’t happen?’ he keeps asking himself in his own mind, hoping that his body has the courage to say that to his wreck of a brother. But before Papyrus even opens his mouth, Sans already tells him the answer.

“You will never become a Royal Guard.”

‘What?’

“You will always just stay like this.”

‘No…’

“Undyne will never let you become the captain of the Royal Guard.”

‘But…’

“You’re not good enough to become one.”

’…’

“If Undyne ever tells you that you are one of them, then that’ll be the best joke i’ve ever heard.”

‘Stop.’ His hands compress into fists again.

“You’re not good at fighting.”

“Stop.” Papyrus’ face is shadowed, he is extremely angry, but he stays in his position.

“You don’t have any friends or fans, and i assure you that you *won’t* ever get any friends nor fans.”

“Sans. Stop.”

“I hate you.”

“Stop!”

Sans’ smile has returned…

“YOU. ARE. USELESS.”

“I SAID STOP!!” Papyrus screams at him and lunges out a bone-attack. Sans tries to avoid it but fails…

0.9

The bone hits him right on the left-side of his skull. He falls over backwards, but manages to turn in mid-air and fall on the palms of his hands. He touches the spot where it hurts. A warm, red liquid flows out of the crack that the attack had made.

“Sans… i…”

Papyrus looks at his hands in shock. What has he done… WHAT HAS HE DONE.
“Sans… i didn’t mean to… i… i only… i am so sorry…” Papyrus runs towards his brother and checks his left HP.

Sans - 0.1 HP.

“Oh no…”

Sans doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t move, he even refuses to look at his brother… Papyrus picks him up and gently sets him on their couch in the livingroom. But before Sans even tries to look up to him, Papyrus instantly runs out of the room towards the kitchen to grab the first aid to run back to Sans and heal him.

“Papyrus-” Papyrus hushes him and directly tries to take care of the wound, while still trying to heal the damage that has been done.
“I know Sans…”


Sans - 1 HP

Sans’ health has been healed to his maximum HP and his skull has been returned to his normal state by Papyrus’ healing magic and some help of the AID-kit.
“Well that was unexpected…” Sans says while rubbing the spot where the crack still was a few minutes ago. “Sans, i am so sorry… i didn’t mean to do that. I was angry and- and…” Papyrus’ eyesockets water up. He tries to hold his tears in his eyes and almost succeeds, but still one tear manages to escape his eye. It rolls down his cheekbone only to fall on his brother’s hand. Sans brushes it off by rubbing the top his boney hand on his leg covered by his shorts, and looks at his brother. “It’s fine Papyrus. I’m okay. I shouldn’t have said what i said. I was being a asshole. *I* should be sorry. And i AM sorry. You will become a Royal Guard someday, i am sure. You just need to practice a bit more…” he says trying to comfort him, before two arms (a little roughly) grab him and pull him into big, soft hug. Papyrus cries into his brother’s arms, letting all of his tears go. “I am s-s-so-so sorry… you could’ve died, i cou-could-could’ve k-killed you, i could’ve killed m-my own b-brother…” Papyrus’ sobs make it hard for Sans to understand him, but he doesn’t need to hear what Papyrus has to say to comfort him. With every word that Papyrus says, he cries more and louder. Sans feels so sad for him. Then it stung him. It was all HIS OWN FAULT. How could he say that to him? He made him do it. Sans feels horrible, knowing that he made his brother so sad, that he’s now crying into his arms, sobbing about how he almost killed him… Sans holds him closer and pats Papyrus’ back, comforting him by telling him that it’s okay, over and over again. Papyrus holds him even closer and it’s getting a little harder to breathe for Sans…. well, he doesn’t *need* to breathe, but you know what i mean!
“Uh Pap? Paaaap?” Sans tries to slowely get out of the strong embrace, but fails. At least Papyrus has stopped crying and is now merely sniffing, but he refuses to let go of Sans anytime soon. Sans tells himself to stay in the same position as where he is now, if Papyrus has calmed down more, he will-
Papyrus hands accidentally grab Sans’ sides, pulling Sans out of his mind. 'Oh no… For the love of Asgore, please let Papyrus let go of my sides.’ Sans prays to whatever might be listening. If someone *was* listening to him, they probably decided to prick with Sans. As Papyrus sets more grip in his sides. 'Shit.’ A smile was already beginning to form. He hated this, he always did. He has to stop Papyrus before he starts to torture him with it. “Papyrus? Are we done?”
“What?” Papyrus says, grabbing Sans by his sides with a little more grip each second without even noticing it. “Uh-uhhh, can you let go of me now? Are we done?” Papyrus thinks for a small moment, considering his options. He decides to hold onto his brother for a little longer. “No, i don’t want to let go yet. Do you?”
Sans smile has gone ridiculously big, and he is trying his best not to make a sound. “Sans? Why won’t you answer me? …You want to let go don’t you? I understand. But you can just tell me when-”

-WHEEZE-

Sans throws his hands in front of his mouth, preventing to laugh. It doesn’t help very much. “Sans what was that?” He finally pulls away from the hug but his arms won’t leave his sides. “I-I-It’s nothing, really.” He tries to contain his blush and big, goofy smile. But he can’t. Papyrus looks at him, and then at where his own hands are placed.

“Oh.”

Papyrus’ innocent expression turns into a big smirk. “What’s wrong brother? Why are you smiling?” Papyrus softly, slowely and playfully digs his fingers into the sides of his brother. “Pfft- Bro stop!” Sans tries to push away the hands which cause a tingling feeling to bubble up in his sides. Giggles are starting to escape his mouth. “What’s so funny Sans? Is this funny?” Papyrus stops his fingers and waits for an answer. “Is it?” He adds towards his question to make Sans realize that he has to answer.
“Well… like… it kinda… uh…” Sans starts to sweat. He’s in for it now isn’t he? “You know what? If you let go of me now, we could do something fun! We could cook together or… we could play a gaAAAAAHAHAHAHA!!!” Sans shrieks with laughter. His brother didn’t have any more patience to wait for what his brother would say to try to change Papyrus’ mind from tickling him to his death. Even though they both already knew, Papyrus would do it anyways. “What did you say Sans? I can’t understand you. What does "gaaaaaaaahahaha” mean?“ He says while spidering his finger all around his brothers sides. Sans doesn’t really have sides, since he is a skeleton and has no flesh. But because of the magic that makes Sans… well… a Sans, makes him have some sort of an invisible body. Sans keeps laughing. He’s trashing all over the place, but his brother keeps him on the couch. "THIS IS TORTURE! AHHAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!” Papyrus has shifted from tickling Sans on his sides to tickling on his ribcage. “Is it? Is tickling really that bad for you? I thought you liked it. Since you are laughing so hard. You should see yourself! You have the biggest smile on your face, your laughing uncontrollably, you are trying to lay on the couch in a comfortable position… It seems more like you don’t mind being tickled.” Papyrus picks his brother up and puts him in his lap, giving Sans a small break to “breathe” only to tickle him even more. “How about a little teasing? Does that make this more fun?”
“NONONOHOHOHOOO!! NO TEASIHIHING! HAHAHAHA!” “Sorry brother, but i can’t hear you over all the fun that you’re having. I guess i will just do it, if you don’t like it, just tell me okay? But you have to speak in less ohoho and less ahahah, okay?”
“GODDAMNIT PAPYRUSSSSS!! NO AHAH STOPPITTT!! HAHA! I CAN’T-HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAA!”
The fingers have now found their way onto Sans’ spine, making Sans laugh so hard, that he starts crying. Tears rolling down his cheekbones onto Papyrus’ battle body. “Sans you’re crying! That’s not good… That is not supposed to happen… You’re supposed to be happy! Don’t worry! I can do that for you!” He innocently says.
“Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle~”

Sans doesn’t know what is worse… the tickling, the fact that his body is tiring itself out, the uncontrolled laughter, the big smile on his face, Papyrus knowing that he is crying right now, the teasing…
Probably the teasing. It would be a lot more fun if Papyrus stopped the teasing… wait… fun? No. This isn’t fun! This is something that Sans hates, he always hated being tickled…

Right?

“Sans are you happy?” Papyrus asks him, not even thinking of stopping at the moment.
“FUHUHUHUCK NOOOOHOHOHO!” Papyrus shrugs. “Alright, i guess i’ll have to keep going.”
“NONONONONONONOOHOOHOOO!!! PAPYRUS!! I AM HAPPY! I AM HAHAHAhaaaaappyyyyyyyy!!!!” Sans laughter is starting to become silent. “I am not Papyrus anymore, i am…”
“The tickle monster.”
“And the tickle monster has found a nice meal! NOM NOM NOM!” Papyrus nibbles at Sans’ ribs while still tickling his spine.
“FOR FUCKS SAKE PAHAHAHAP!” It’s all too much for Sans, if Papyrus keeps going like this, Sans will pass out! “I am almost done, i swear Sans! I just need to find the best spot! Oh wait! I got an idea!”
Papyrus leans his head closer and closer to Sans’ invisible belly. Sans sees what he is trying to do and tries to push his head away. But each time Sans tries to use his arms for protection, Papyrus digs his fingers into Sans’ “magical sides” and Sans’ body instinctively pulls his arms back to his side.
Papyrus pulls Sans’ shirt up, laying his mouth on Sans’ belly and inhales deeply, looking at Sans for a moment. “huff. Don’t… huff. You… huff. Dare…” Sans manages to say in between big gasps of air.
“Oh i dare.” And with that, Papyrus blew as hard as he could.
Raspberries.
Raspberries are the worst.
Sans again burst into laughter. His mind going crazy. His body is so tired, it gives up and lays itself bare to the feeling that is not welcome. A few twitches come up here and there, but that’s all. Papyrus sees the condition where Sans is in right now and decides that this is a good moment to stop.
“Okay okahay. That’s enough haha.” He says while setting Sans on the couch and then lets go of him. Sans blankly stares up at the ceiling and lets his body do what it has to do. The laughing goes on for a minute until it slowely goes to silent giggles. Sans softly rubs his entire upper body, in a small attempt to make the tingling feeling go away. “That was awful…”
“It seemed more like you were having fun brother.” His brother tells him with a wink. “Ugh… never do that again please…” Sans finally stares at Papyrus, who is smiling at him. At least Papyrus isn’t sad anymore, and it had been a while since Sans had actually been tickled… It’s been years since he really got tickled for as far as he can remember. so maybe it was a little worth it, maybe it wasn’t all *that* bad… “Never again? This was just the start Sans, i am going to tickle you everyday now!” Sans cringes at the thought. “Please no… i have had enough for a couple of years. "Come on, it DID get you to smile didn’t it?”
“It made me tired, not happy.”
“But you’re smiling!”
“I am FORCED.”
“Whatever, i am 100% sure that you liked it.”
“Well i am sure that i did NOT like it.” Even though Sans wasn’t 100% sure of that. What is this? Tickling isn’t fun… It’s annoying, childish, and tiring… But then what is this feeling? He IS smiling, he can feel it, but he isn’t forced anymore…
“At least i got to know what tickles you the most.”
“Yeah yeah… sure. But i gotta admit it bro…”
“What?”
“You really tickled my funny bone there~”
“THAT’S IT. I’LL SPARE YOU FOR NOW, BECAUSE YOU ALREADY HAD ENOUGH. BUT TOMORROW I’M GONNA DO THIS AGAIN.”
With that, Papyrus walked of into the kitchen to cook his “oh so famous” spaghetti.
Sans laid there, knowing he couldn’t get out of the torture that was going to happen. He felt so wierd… He didn’t understand why, and he would NEVER admit it to anyone…

But he suddenly really looked forward to the next day.

anonymous asked:

Cartman, someones probably asked you already, but howd you find out you were gay?

Basically after I dated Heidi. I always denied that I was gay for years but I only came to terms with it when I was 13. Kyle basically helped me realized that I liked dick and balls.
I think I knew I was gay from the moment I was born but I always told myself that being gay was fucking wrong so I hid it, pretending to like girls and whatever. I shouldn’t have done that, bro. I fucked myself up pretty bad mentally.
-Eric

List of possible AUs
  • Ice Cream Shop - who doesn’t love ice cream? Character A might own it, with character B becoming a regular.
  • Roadtrip - a spur of the moment roadtrip is ahead, maybe both characters are already in on it, or character A might meet character B at a rest stop.
  • Medieval Times - it may have been done a thousand times, but still, why not? Dragons, witches and knights infect the land, letting you go for whatever you please.
  • Phobias (ie: thunderstorms, spiders, etc.) - Character A may have a crippling fear, needing to be comforted by character B. Let the fluff ensue.
  • Babysitting - maybe character B is not trusted home alone, and character A is hired to watch over.
  • Fantasy Creature - who can hate a mermaid or centaur? Okay, someone out there probably does, but that can’t stop you.

Do it right

sequel to ‘Searching for your heart

pairing: OiHina/KuroHina/IwaOi
words: 5110
warning: angst

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

read the thing on AO3

A/N: SEE I PROMISED A HAPPY ENDING FOR EVERYONE AND HERE IT IS ARE YALL HAPPY NOW????

Apparently, Tooru discovered, there was another way to get rid of the cold that numbed his body from within. He raised his hand and signalled the bartender over.

“One more.” He pushed his empty glass to the edge of the bar.

“Haven’t you had enough already, sir?” The man sent him a careful glance, which only made Tooru grit his teeth. Who did he think he was to lecture him?

“Enough?” he repeated hollowly, ugly laughter bubbling past his lips. “That’s right, I’ve had enough. Of everything. I’m done.” He sat back in his stool and tapped the counter with his finger, challenging the bartender with his eyes. “One more.”

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anonymous asked:

what do think the moment was when karkat first realized he was in love.

ha ha ha WELLLL, this isn’t EXACTLY this but it’s the moment he accepts he has a crush on him… I had this sitting on my hard drive as part of a longform meteor fic that I’m definitely never going to write so

(davekat stuff in can town on the meteor, about 700 words, no content warnings haha) 

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Can I just say… I HATE it when they kill off characters to “raise the stakes” or make it “deep” or do something different. It’s not original. You know how many fictional characters have died in stories already? It’s literally been done a million times at this point. It’s not original. It hasn’t been original since probably before the Iliad. It’s not “edgy”. It doesn’t make the story any more or less deep.

You know what raises the stakes and gets the audience involved and makes it meaningful? Good writing. Good acting. Good character development. If you have to kill a character to show that “it matters” or whatever then you’re doing a bad job with the writing. It’s all fictional anyway. I already know “anyone can die” because it’s a story and all it takes to kill someone is for the author to write “and then he died”.

And tbh this whole killing off characters and making sure the audience knows “anyone can die” makes me LESS likely to get invested in a story because I run the risk of being upset when my favourite character dies. It makes me not want to watch or read it. It makes me not want to come back for more.

It’s not deep or edgy or original. It’s lazy. It’s been done eighty million times already. Killing off a character doesn’t automatically make it a meaningful story. Find a better damn way to make it meaningful and get your audience invested, there are plenty.