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I haven't interacted with my beloved Servamp in a good while. do not ask me why I drew this

black mesa science team

naruto on main for a moment bc i miss my beautiful orange son (and the others are there. i guess)

The Chara Timeline Comic Archives

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 5.5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / *10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 20.5 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25 / 26 / 27 / 28 ….to be continued

*Weird Route: Starting from Part 10 ↓

(1) / (2) / (3) / (4) / (5) / (6) / (7) / (8) .WEIRD ROUTE FINISHED.

It’s a work in progress.

(Take all of these below as soft cannon)

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📚Mini Comics:

Soul Entity Lore ✦ Chara's Nightmare ✦ Hello Noelle! ✦ Sus ✦ Learn to Play Piano ✦ Super Secret Door ✦ What if it was VR ✦ A Name... ✦ It's Laughing ✦ Moss! ✦ Sal & Pep meet Lancer (Pt 2) ✦ Possession PSA

College Buddies: Glow-in-the-Dark! ❖ College Classes ❖ Magic Food? ❖ In Every Universe

Fanfic: College Prologue!

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✏️Sketches/Scrapped/Miscellaneous: **

Chara Bio! ✖︎ Azzy Concept ✖︎ Human World Building ✖︎ Silly World Building ✖︎ Early Weird Route Concept ✖︎ Town skits ✖︎ College Az and Chara ✖︎ Frisk Concept(1) (pt 2) ✖︎ Frisk Darkworld ✖︎ Darkworld Concept ✖︎. BellHop(1) (pt 2) ✖︎ Darkworld Sketches ✖︎ Original Chara ScaryFace ✖︎ McOven Secret Boss

**You can find these through #deltarunecharatimeine on my main, but these links are organized and have pictures

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🎨Behind the Scenes:

The Weird Route Thoughts, Chara & Asriel Reference Sheets!!

Get Chara and Asriel Fan-made Sprites on your Computer! (Desktoptale Download) ❤️

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LAD Merchant amd Sherrow

please pretend Sherrow is spelled correctly, unless it is

Ive actually had him drawn for a while but I just decided to add digital color

Friendly reminder that if the colors on the ref make no sense or you can't tell what's for what please let me know!! I will happily help you out!!

(Merchant is ALBW Ravio btw, his design mirrors Worlds :])

Gorgeous Link (Realm) design by @the-sage-of-aura-and-shadows - told you I would draw them in a reblog and got busy with my comic ;-; BUT! Here it is now! enjoy:D

not me avoiding to both draw hands and bg XD

So uh...I finished watching Mob Psycho 100!!

so when straight people ask me why I say I’m “queer” or “gay” instead of sharing my actual identity as a panromantic demisexual non-binary sapphic queer I just tell them “ok look, when you’re talking to someone who isn’t local and they ask you where you’re from and you either say the name of the largest city nearby or ‘town name, suburb of large nearby city’ so they can get some geographical context of where you’re located right, bc they’re probably not going to know the name of the little town you actually live in.”

but if you’re talking to a local you can say the name of your actual town bc they have a greater chance of knowing where/what that is.

ok well when I’m talking to a straight person I start with queer bc chances are they aren’t as familiar with the context of all the little towns in that big queer city and need gps (gay positioning system) to find me.

if I’m talking to another queer person and I say I live in a suburb of gay city in a town called panromantic on the demisexual side of the tracks which is in the county of queer and I live off the intersection of non-binary and sapphic, they’d probably be able to find me with little to no problems, make sense?

sinner, you better get ready

My personal headcanon for Ash Ketchum has always been that regardless of if his dream ever came true he'd never truly stop traveling and learning. Because despite "becoming a pokemon master" being his goal if you actually sit down and watch like Any episode of Pokemon the thing that always holds true is his curiosity and desire to learn everything he possibly can related to pokemon. And he'll try anything to! He did contests and the battle frontier. He'd do those silly little shows with Serena if they'd let him.

So I like to imagine him continuing on in life as this nomad who people don't automatically recognize as anyone important ya know? Just this goofy guy going from place to place always lending a helping hand and hes got a cute lil pikachu on him. And hes often lost somewhere with a friend just exploring the woods to see if he'll find anything cool. Ya know, as hes always been, but older now. And its only once hes drifted once more do you maybe stumble into an article on the pokeweb about him and are like... that guy??

the weed which strings the hangman's bag, by peachpety

A gift for @gryffindorhearts

A Wheel of Drarry Mini-Exchange 2.0

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Rating: M || TW blood & injury || angst; hopeful ending; mild hurt/comfort; smoking

Lightning flickers in the clouds above the narrow alleyway. Harry counts three Godric’s-Hollows before the boom of thunder rattles his bones. The storm approaches quickly; the last gap had been five. He pulls up his hood, muscling a shiver into submission at the caress of soft cotton against his shorn scalp.

He had been slouched at the kitchen table, his curls a dark scattering of commas on the table around him, carving stripes into the label of an empty beer bottle with the shears, when the folded crane note had flitted through Grimmauld’s kitchen window.

Gallows | 20:37

His upended chair hadn’t even hit the floor before he Apparated.

Wind howls through the pub’s alleyway like the hollow note singing from the bottleneck of a stout. Another lightning strike bleaches Harry’s vision, but it’s the crack of Apparition a moment later that shocks him. His magic eddies in his palms, coiled and ready.

Thunder rolls, and Malfoy steps from the shadows, an agonizing emergence, each step a revelation that he’s alive—a scarred Chelsea boot, soft-worn jeans sagging below a Ramones t-shirt, his blond hair.

Alive, not dead.

Relief softens Harry’s muscles, followed quickly by clenching anger. “It’s been a fucking month.”

Malfoy chuckles blithely. “It’s good to see you, too, Potter,” he says.

Harry intentionally limited interactions with his undercover agents, but this was borderline negligence. And insubordinate and dangerous and...

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck me yourself.”

Harry's shoulders relax. “You wish.”

Malfoy leans against the opposite brick wall. He lolls his head back and juts his hips forward, watching Harry with hooded eyes. The cigarette tucked behind his ear flits into his hand, and he lights it with the snap of a Muggle lighter. The flame’s glow highlights his knuckles, mangled and bloody.

Harry’s magic spikes, warming his fingertips. “You’re hurt.” He reaches for Malfoy’s hand.

Malfoy jerks his arm away. “Don’t.”

“It looks fractured.”

“It is.” Malfoy cinches his grin around the cigarette, inhaling his cheeks hollow.

Harry exhales a curse. He used to believe that Malfoy bloodied and beaten was retribution, that his broken bones were recompense. It had happened often enough at the hands of fellow trainees, and once by Harry. Only once. Instead of vindication, he’d felt as he does now—nauseated and repentant at the realization that he was the only one who could beat life into eyes as dead as slate.

“I have the information,” Draco announces.

Harry straightens. “I’ll take you in,” he says in a rush. “We can debrief Robards—”

“No.”

Harry frowns. He’d been warned by his superiors, cautious tales of undercover Aurors gone rogue, good men and women who got too involved, who couldn’t separate the job from reality.

“There’s another meeting next month,” Malfoy says. “Bigger fish.”

The clouds light up, revealing Malfoy’s face in a kinetoscope series of flashes—earnest, focused, resolute. Like that day in Robards' office when he demanded to be given the mission and Harry was assigned point. Like later that same day in the showers when Harry was on his knees and Malfoy moaned Harry’s name like a prayer.

He’d left on assignment an hour later.

Smoke curls from the tip of Malfoy’s cigarette, an ephemeral rope cast asunder by the wind, as murky as the puddles peppering the cobblestones between them. Slick film coats the water’s grey surface, shiny with misshapen rainbows.

Like Malfoy’s eyes, Harry thinks madly. Alive, not dead. Alive, not dead.

“There are other Aurors—” he begins.

“This goes deeper in the organization than we thought—”

Harry’s plea raises his voice over Malfoy’s. “Others who can do this—”

“I can do this—”

“No!”

A flash and a boom announces the storm’s arrival seconds before the sky opens up.

Malfoy narrows his eyes, mouth twisting in the rain. “You think I can’t—”

“Of course you can!” Harry slumps against the wall. The bricks dig into his shoulder blades. “You’re the best agent the Ministry’s seen since the First War.” He punches his hands into his hoodie pocket and finds a siege of paper cranes. He wads them in his fist. “You’re”—brilliant, insufferable, everything—”a twat.”

Malfoy stares. Rain pelts his face and drips from his eyelashes. He summons a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, and in two steps he’s in front of Harry, Amazonian-tall and weed-thin. A crescent bruise mars his cheekbone.

“I only have one left,” Malfoy says softly. Blood pools in the inner white of his eye. It’s shaped like a heart, and Harry wants to drown in it.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Hey, blondie,” a greasy voice cuts through the rain. A Muggle bloke stands nearby—too close, Harry thinks. The man sways in a drunken cloud of stale beer. “You got a cigarette for me?” He licks his lips, leering at Malfoy, and Harry’s magical hackles rise.

Malfoy moves as if to offer, and Harry yanks his hand from his pocket, littering the stones with papers. He digs the cigarette out of the pack and puts it in his mouth. The taste is sharp and biting.

The drunk shuffles away. Harry wrinkles his nose and the stones beneath the man’s feet lift to trip him.

A sly grin slides onto Malfoy’s face. He crowds in closer, igniting the Muggle lighter, protecting the flame from the rain with a bubble of dry magic from his elegant broken hand. Harry cups his hand over Malfoy’s. His healing magic leaches into pale skin, knitting sinew and bone. With a deep inhale, he draws the flame onto the cigarette, smoke into his lungs, only to collapse into a coughing fit.

Malfoy’s smirk softens, and he sweeps his gaze over Harry’s face. He pauses, eyebrows furrowed, and in a swift movement he yanks the hoodie off Harry’s head. Rain wets Harry’s scalp, a pitter-pat beat matching Malfoy’s deepening inhales and exhales.

“Harry.”

“It’s been a month,” Harry rasps. “A fucking month.” He drops his gaze to his own feet. He’s not wearing shoes.

Malfoy vanishes the cigarettes and draws Harry to him with a firm hand to the back of Harry’s neck. Harry goes easily, melting into Malfoy’s comforting solidity and warming magic, tension slackening like a stayed hangman’s rope.

Alive, not dead.

“It’ll grow back by morning,” he mutters into Malfoy’s shoulder. “It always does.”

Draco chuckles. “Good. We can’t have you looking like a naked mole rat when we debrief Robards tomorrow, now can we?”

Harry’s heart shudders in his chest like paper cranes in the rain. “Fuck you.”

Malfoy guides Harry’s face to whisper against his lips, “Fuck me yourself.”

And he kisses Harry’s smile.

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For the brilliant and wonderful @gryffindorhearts! It's been a long time coming and I apologize for making you wait, but FINALLY here is your gift! Writing this was an entire journey...and while the fic is short, the path was long and I thank you for your patience in allowing me to travel at my own pace.

Big thanks to toluene and @wheezykat for the beta & encouragement. It takes a village y'all and I'm blessed.

Thanks to @hogwartsfirebolt and @drarrymicrofic for this gift exchange - it's wonderful!

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Don't mind if I do.

Ever since I read that one hurt comfort OS of Reyna & Sova, I couldn't stop thinking of them as best frenemies.

So, since Sova is from a cold country, and Reyna has a zero winter tolerance, would you be able to write something with snow and some banter? Like a snowball fight or something :>

Done! I feel like I didn't exactly connect to the vibes you were looking for but at least it feels semi fluffy? And ngl I was already thinking of going back to that story and expanding it. This works as a sequel as a result :p

Happy Holidays everyone :))

1.5k words, fluff (mostly?), mentions tremorbolt. Works as a sequel to this.

Yes, it was a cold night. And had it been any other scenario, namely one where he was comfortably snuggled up with Breach, Sova would’ve admitted that, yes, in this moment, he was cold. The snowstorm started shortly after he and Reyna landed. Disrupt, destroy, and get out was the name of the game when it came to this mission in the mirrored Earth. With how quickly the snow whipped around and the sheer freezing temperature of the weather though, there was not much more for them to do. Mother Nature was on their side. Kinda.

Sova had removed his armour, which was a nice reprieve, as lugging around ice cold metal on his chest and torso was literally sucking all heat from him, but he was wrapped in his cape, and the several layers of warm blankets, all while sitting next to a portable heater. And yet, even like this, he quickly realized that he wasn’t exactly warming up as quickly as he’d like. And again, had it been Breach on this mission with him, which it should have been until Breach caught a fever, they would’ve been in this wrap of blankets together. But since he refused to even think about doing that with Reyna, they had to divide their blankets evenly and were now stubbornly lying down on opposite sides of this tent while they waited on the snowstorm to subside.

She hadn’t really said anything since he finished setting up their tent. A few weeks ago, she would’ve been merciless in complaining about the cold, complaining about the mission, and complaining about Sova. He vaguely wondered if that was because of what happened up on the roof of the headquarters that night, but they hadn’t spoken since then, so there was no way to know. Still, he should probably just check that she was still breathing, and that he wasn’t going to have to lug an icicle around here until their mission ended.

He shifted around, trying not to unwrap any layers as he wiggled around. When he finally turned himself over, realizing only now how cold the other side of him was, he saw that Reyna was studying him. She was eyeing him from her own bundle of blankets, and when their eyes met, she smiled. It wasn’t comforting or even kind, but it fit her. She moved closer to him, even daring to emerge from the mess of blankets. As she did, Sova realized that she was wearing a hoodie – his hoodie. He narrowed his eyes at her, only partly because he was annoyed that he hadn’t gotten it back, and then closed his eyes as though he were trying to sleep.

The peace that he sought out wasn’t given though as he finally realized why Reyna had left her blankets in the first place. There was pressure on his side, enough that he could feel it through his blankets. He opened his eyes again to glare at her.

“Remove your hand.”

“There are easier ways to warm up,” she responded.

His glare only intensified. He refused to even say anything, and that was the hint she needed apparently. She shrugged as if this was nothing new and walked back to her blankets. He rolled back around, even though his back was still in need of heat, and he let himself rest.

In the morning, they headed out to assess the damages caused by the storm the previous night. Sova was wrapped in his parka, even throwing his hood up to help keep his heat in. To his side, he saw Reyna in what looked to be a thinner jacket. Did she really have no idea how to pack for weather like this? Still, she was not his responsibility to care about. He handed the binoculars to her and shrugged.

“I can’t see signs of life. We should be clear to descend.”

She snatched it out of his hands and tried to look through it, though it didn’t take amazing perception to see that even now, her hands were shaking while she tried to look through it. Eventually, she swore under her breath and looked back at Sova.

“Fine. Let’s get moving. Mierda. It’s cold.” He would normally just shrug and agree, but when Sova looked over at her, he saw her eyeing his jacket.

“My grandmother once said that you must suffer your mistake to truly learn a lesson.”

She glared back at him as he chuckled and started picking his way down the slope and towards their target. About halfway down the slope, the little voice at the back of his head realized that he hadn’t heard Reyna’s set of footsteps in a few seconds. The moment after he made that connection, he felt something hit his back, and felt the snow slide down his coat.

“Serves you right, perrito,” Reyna laughed from a little ways up the hill.

Without a word or a second through, Sova reached down to clump up some snow into a sizable snowball, or at least one that would stay together, and he whipped it back at where Reyna was, crouched in the snow. It landed squarely on her face, and it was his turn to chuckle in self satisfaction while her eyes glowed with a purplish energy from her rage. He had to start moving. She had the high ground, and much more cover around her, while Sova was in the open. The closest bit of cover by him were a few pine trees, and he practically threw himself behind them, just barely dodging the incoming snowball. While he had some reprieve here, he quickly formed four more snowballs, not really caring about their shape or how lumpy they were. As long as they were clumped together and had some weight to them, he was fine. He peeked around the couple trees and got immediately slapped across the face by an incoming shot.

“Revenge,” Reyna called out as she lobbed out a second shot, this one easily dodged, “is best when it’s cold!”

Then she called out something in Spanish that he didn’t really understand but the meaning was clear enough. He quietly stalked his way to another group of trees that could be cover, carrying his premade ammunition with him. As he saw another snowball get launched at the trees he was no longer hiding behind, he smiled to himself. This was it. The next time he saw her head peek out, he launched two snowballs at her, laughing when he saw the snow decorating her forehead and shoulder.

“You are only using the cold. I was born in a place like this,” he called out, ducking a little when the snow spattered against the tree trunk, and the little bits of snow splattered across his face.

When he looked up again, he saw her charging at him. He quickly launched his last two premade ones at her, and both hit with a solid thunk. It didn’t seem to do enough because the next moment, she had tackled him, and they rolled down the hill a little before Sova pulled himself together and stopped their momentum. And they were in an interesting position now. Sova was holding a clump of snow behind Reyna’s head, ready to shove it under her jacket at a moment’s notice. Reyna was holding some loose snow just over his mouth as though she meant to shove it in him.

“You and your tricks,” she accused, when she saw him holding the snow dangerously close to her collar.

“I would have no need for them if you had put some forethought into this mission,” he countered.

They stayed in this stalemate for another second before he saw Reyna’s arm tense and he dropped the snow down her shirt as she shoved the snow over his mouth and nose.

“Hey! Alpha One, everything ok?”

They froze, Sova pushing Reyna off him and sputtering out all the water he had just eaten and breathed in, and Reyna mid-shake as she was trying to get rid of the snow from the inside of her jacket as soon as possible.

Sova tried to regain as much composure as possible and coughed as he answered their captain. “Sova reporting. Everything is fine. The storm has done most of the damage for us, and we are now approaching to scan for signs of life.”

“Huh… Must be the equipment malfunctioning from the cold then. Your biomarkers were starting to heighten. Made us think you were in a fight.”

“Sova is right. Everything’s good. The check shouldn’t take much longer. We’ll be done with this fool’s mission soon.”

“Glad to hear everything’s alright,” Brimstone said, ignoring the less than professional comment from her. “Check back in as you need.”

The line went quiet again, and Sova just let out a scoff. Because even though, yes, this was an unnecessary confrontation in the middle of a mission while they were both freezing, he found that he didn’t… he didn’t hate that. And a part of him worried about what that meant for his morals going forward. Reyna’s hand in front of his face paused all that thought.

“Truce? For now.”

He nodded. And when she pulled him up, he couldn’t help but think that it was strange that in a place as cold as this, with a woman as cruel as Reyna, well, her hands were so warm. The one thing missing from this entire mission, and it was radiating off her palms.

He likes to feel tall

I want Kiyo to be happy, so here. Take an AU where Korekiyo had a good sister.

Hi there, I heard you have a silly thing about Liza being raised by Hershey!! :3

I’m a super big fan of the chameleon mobians; you don’t have to, but could you indulge a request to talk about them?

HIIII HELLO

Why yes I DO have a lot of silly thoughts about Liza let's get started.

For Chaotixgame reasons I was thinking about different ways that Archie-verse characters could fit into the IDW continuity. There are a few characters I put into a mercenary group (since the Diamond Cutters can't have been the only mercenaries around) and without revealing toooo much about the other members, I sort of imagined that Hershey would be the leader and that she brought Liza up after adopting her in a big sister kind of way.

It's like Espio and Vector but instead of a DJ detective, Liza was taken in by these mercenaries.

I haven't put too much down on paper but it's already one of those ideas I'm WAY too attached to.

Obviously this version of Liza is very different from the character we get in the comics. I sorta speedran her planned Archie character arc from terrified sheltered kid to adventurous, competent weird girl ninja (kept the botany nerd stuff though). She's got some interesting adoptive sisters.

Bonus things maybe - at some point Hershey absolutely had to break it to Liza that she's not a cat. I also think Liza has a few quirks from growing up without any reptilian influences; she's a lot more expressive with her tail and her hand gestures because she doesn't have ears to emote with, all that. She appreciates a good nap and gets the 3am zoomies. Just cat things.

*insert Cure (sua & mizi.ver)* 🥹🥹🥹

definitely not talking about magical girl things

Silence in the library 

Don’t make it bad.

an animation practice from a bit ago that I never posted 

I love making VAGUELY self-insert ocs that start out as just “Me but XYZ” and end off in “Oops! All transition goals!” Anyway, me if I was a Gym Leader in Pokémon

Click for Quality!

And here’s some rambling ↓

So basically, you meet Ace semi-early in game, maybe right after your first gym, and they ask you to help them out with practice for two “lucky Pokémon” (shinies) they found while training their main partner, Larvesta, to evolve. They do not share any information about themselves, and after being defeated, they have a small chat about the gym challenge with you. They mention in passing that the second to last gym works with bug types, which is odd, since bug types are often seen as weaker. Then you get to that gym. And the Leader/Celebrity Arachnace looks SUSPICIOUSLY familiar, though they INSIST that they’ve NEVER seen you before…

local creepy girl commited mitosis [NO SCAM] (LEGIT)

Disney doodles

Nightmare not being able to see well at all, because his eyelight has had so much magic forced through it for so long that it basically just broke from the strain.

It's not just blurry either; he sees his own magic loose inside his eyelight- so he sees everything sorta patchy, his vision focuses and unfocuses out of his control, maybe tunnel vision, random 'blind spots', all the weird things.

Bonus: he senses the magic of others around him, maybe not just people and animals but.. Plants... Because nightmare being able to see via grass is just. Yes.

To add to this, in a sterile environment he gets disoriented very easily; he might pace in circles, he'll probably keep a defensive stance, and he'll be less responsive to everything going on around him because He Does Not Know What Is Happening and it scares him

Double bonus: Nightmare having nasty hallucinations.

Partly because of his eyelight being broken and his mind just... Filling in the blanks. Like how sometimes a heap of clothes on a chair or something can look like a person standing there when the room is dark. Except it's like that all the time. He cannot get away from it, this is just how he sees the world.

Partly because his negative magic might have an effect on his mental state.

Also partly because centuries of being corrupted and having little to no positive interactions with actual people would definitely take it's toll on one's mental health and emotional state. He can probably hardly think straight to reason that the hallucinations can't hurt him. Triple Bonus: Dust finds out about the hallucinations and is very determined to help Nightmare with the issue by any means necessary.

This could include Dust using audio cues like snapping his fingers or something to better communicate with Night, or just to get his attention and let him know he's not alone when he seems disoriented or overwhelmed

Error might use string to lay out across the base, maybe just in corners of hallways and such, so Nightmare would be able to sense the magic and know where he's going.

(I think he'd have memorized his base, but it still might take him a second sometimes, and someone points this out and Error does it despite Night's protests because he really doesn't have anything better to do)

Horror might also use audio cues, and he might get more defensive of Nightmare. He would also absolutely take advantage of Nightmare's weakness to prank him. (Dust and Killer cannot resist joining in on the chaos.

Visionn't

Look at him shining in the dark

Endless Night

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Dream is by Jokublog

HELLO???? YOUR ART IS GORGEOUS

for the love of all that is holy if frost doesn't see this I will cry. Master of Destruction on Ao3 go read it NOW I have beEN HOOOKED and check daily for updates it's so good I had to whip out the good ol' noggins to make some art. I drew this with Frost's Garmadon headcanons thank goodness she had reference drawings

@frost-the-ice-dragon as a humble reader i now present to you some lines and colors...please do enjoy

“Unusual.”

!ASKS ARE NOW OPEN!

Following the events of Season 10, Emperor Garmadon finds himself contemplating what he is, if anything at all, when it comes to his place in this world. He was never meant to be here in this realm, nor exist in the first place. After leaving the Monastery of Spinjiztu before anyone could spot him, he finds something in one of Ninjago’s forests after weeks of wandering…

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