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Undertale Multiverse Christmas Party!!

Hello everyone!!! I'm pleased to announce a project I've been working on with a group of amazing artists! The Undertale Christmas Party that will last through your holiday season! With me and 8 additional artists will give you a new mini holiday comic stories every week until Christmas.

The artists working on the project are,

@coolbattlegirl

@fluffartist

@vexrahlogon

@ferulifolia

@advil15com3

@the-cactus-taco

@yukiphobia24

@joviacdemon

So make sure to go follow if you want to see everything! X3

Everyone has been separated into four groups to make four short comics. Except updates the 1st and 2nd of December and every Saturday and Sundays after and of course one more on Christmas Eve.

If this goes well and you all like it I might consider hosting more of these in the future. Hope you all enjoy!

Finally finished making something this, hope it’s alright!

Prince Xander of Nohr ~ 

Hope you like it!

Happy birthday Harigane!!!!!! {I'm a couple days late 😛} ( @alieneykho OC )

Here’s Lucy!

I made this for @dazzysdailydoodles because I really like their stuff and felt like drawing their OC/Sona Lucy. I didn’t and still don’t really know if this is how she’s supposed to look like in colour, but I tried to make it as accurate as possible.

Anyways, I hope you like is Daizy! I may have forgotten that her eyes are brown, but I think that’s okay. I’ll remember next time!

Lucy belongs to @dazzysdailydoodles

My art.

ART COLLAB!!

Hello! Here’s another art collab I’ve done with another friend of mine! This dragon belongs to @askneonandfriends and they have made the lineart for their dragon as well! So make sure to give them credit!

Luv everyone! And thanks for the support!

Here’s one of my Sunset Wallpapers!

I like how this one turned out, so I might make a few more, have them in a series maybe. We’ll see.

Available for download on my Patreon if anyone is interested.

Please, no reposting, you know it’s rude.

So I’m a little late to the party, but better late than never! This is for @pixelatedraindrops and is a belated birthday gift for her! Thanks for chatting with me, I really appreciate it.

This takes place in my Twin Detectives au. It’s something that would occur close to the end of the au so I’d highly recommend reading the short series first. The link is in my pinned post on my blog! First one is The Masks I Wear.

But yeah, this is a little extra bit for that series. Hope you enjoy!

Makoto sighed in relief as he stepped off the private jet’s steps and onto the runway. Flying was okay, he supposed. But it was always far better to be on solid ground. Perhaps it would be different if he could have flown the plane himself, but the staff at the WDO constantly went on and on about him not having a piloting license and how it was for his safety and to let his mind rest that they had others control the vehicles while he was on the job. Part of him really wanted to spill the beans about his immortality thing but he ultimately decided to just let it go.

But anyways, he was back from an overseas mission. It hadn’t been too hard. It was fairly easy to go under cover with his young face and body. No one ever saw it coming that the petite, innocent looking kid was the investigator they were fearing. And they would never know. He hid his tracks well and completely. Only a few knew his true identity as Number One of the World Detective Organization.

And speaking of that, he was ecstatic that he could finally see one of them again. His only family, Yuma. It had been a few months since they had last met up and he was practically dying to see his brother once more. That thought put a bit of a skip in his step as he dragged his suitcase behind him to the car that was waiting for him. “Take me to the main office,” he instructed the driver. He didn’t have much to do there, just needing to drop off some files and then he could return home.

He drummed his fingers on his leg as he watched the world go by through the car window. He started envisioning all the things he and Yuma could do once he got there. Maybe they could go out to eat. Or a movie. Or a walk in the park. He wouldn’t mind a conversation about work, so long as it was with Yuma. Anything and everything was good to him.

His thoughts didn’t stop even as he did his necessary tasks at the office and hopped into his own vehicle. Despite how much time had passed and how their lives had been, the two still remained close. Yuma looked visibly older than him due to his ability to age. He appeared approximately ten years older, with long lilac hair and a taller body. But inside, the same kind soul resided. The one that had accepted his biological clone for who he was and even considered him family. Nothing would ever break the bond they had, he was sure of it.

His spirits remained high and even grew once he caught sight of the home. He was nearly bouncing in his seat with excitement as he pulled into the driveway and unbuckled his seat belt. He saw his brother’s car so it was clear that he was at the house. So it was perfect!

He grabbed his suitcase and lugged it up to the front door. He slid his key into the lock and pushed the door open. “I’m back!” he cheerily shouted into the house, eagerly awaiting a reply.

But nothing.

“Hmm? That’s strange,” the homunculus muttered. Typically, Yuma would come rushing out to greet him. But not this time. Had something happened?

With a mixture of curiosity and worry, Makoto walked through the house, checking every room. And he finally found his target in the bedroom, though not how he had expected.

Yuma was on the bed with a laptop on his blanket covered legs. That wouldn’t have been so bad, if not for the dark circles under his eyes, the ragged breathing, and the flush on his cheeks. His hair also looked unbrushed, as if he hadn’t had time to take care of himself.

“Yuma. You look like you haven’t slept for days,” he stated bluntly from the doorway.

The other startled with a yelp, looking towards the voice. He relaxed a bit when he saw his brother there. “Oh, Makoto. I didn’t… realize you were here. Welcome back.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that, considering how focused you were on your work. But back to my original concern. You look terrible. What’s happening?” he demanded.

Yuma glanced away. “Uh… well, I’m slated to take over the Nocturnal Detective Agency from the Chief soon and I’ve been… trying to go through the paperwork and understand how to run it.”

Makoto crossed his arms. “How long have you been at this? And how many breaks have you had?”

The lilac-haired man coughed, then cleared his throat. “Uhh… four days? And… maybe a quick snack break once or twice a day?”

“You… are so unbelievable,” Makoto muttered with an unamused expression as he marched forward. He took the laptop away, closed it, and placed it far enough away that it couldn’t be retrieved easily. “What have I told you? That humanity has limits to what they can do! And here you are, pushing yourself over that limit. I might have a heightened immune system, but you certainly do not!” he scolded as he reached into the closet to pull out another blanket. He spread it over top of his brother’s body, tucking it in and making sure it covered him well.

Yuma smiled sheepishly. “I’m… sorry?”

Makoto huffed as he pushed a second pillow under the human’s head. “You better be. Reflect on this and avoid making this mistake in the future.” He stepped away until he reached the doorway, pausing to point a finger at Yuma. “Now stay put until I get what you need. Got it?”

His brother nodded with a tiny laugh which turned into a cough. This motivated the homunculus to get moving and find what he needed. Medicine, a washcloth, apple slices, and a glass of water were retrieved and brought back to the bedroom. It was relieving to see that the instructions had been heeded and no movements had been made. He handed the medicine tablets to Yuma along with the glass of water. “Take these first. Then I need to watch you eat at least four pieces of apple.”

“Alright, alright,” Yuma conceded before swallowing the tablets with a sip of water. He took one of the slices from the plate on his night stand, nibbling it slowly. “At least we don’t burn the kitchen down when chopping up fruits.”

“Yes, that is true.” Makoto sat on the edge of the bed, bringing the damp washcloth over and draping it across Yuma’s forehead. “Hopefully this developing illness of yours will be halted before it can get worse.”

“Oh? I didn’t know you cared so much,” the human joked as he finished his second apple.

“Only for you,” he replied honestly. “Anyone else I would have just recommended things to. But you get my special attention.” He combed his fingers through the messy hair, gently untangling some of the strands. “So I expect you to get better under my care and attention. Family looks out for each other, and I intend to do that to the fullest extent of my abilities.”

Yuma laughed again as he finished the last bite and got comfortable under the blankets. “You know, technically I’m physically older than you and normally should be the one doing the caring. But here we are.”

Makoto raised an eyebrow. “But you forget that I’m technically mentally older because I have your grandfather’s mind. So I can recognize my limits much easier than you can, as I already have a lived life in my back pocket. But those technicalities don’t matter in this instance. You’re sick and need help. I’m here to help. And that’s that.”

Yuma sighed contently while laying his head down on the pillows, the medicine beginning to kick in. “Okay. Thank you, Makoto. I… really appreciate you, you know.”

This made the homunculus smile. “Yes, I do. I appreciate you, too.” He then hopped off the bed and went over to the light switch. “Now get some rest. When you wake up, I’ll check you again and then we can possibly do something fun together.” He flipped the light off, bathing the room in darkness and closing the bedroom door. He quietly walked to the living room, sitting down on the couch and sank into the soft cushions. This hadn’t been the most ideal of homecomings, but he couldn’t complain too much. Perhaps this was good and that it would hopefully teach his brother to not work so hard for so long. He had a feeling this wouldn’t be common, and that eased his mind. So much, in fact, that he was tempted to take a nap, too. He was a bit jet lagged, after all.

So he closed his eyes and relaxed his mind and body. And when he woke back up, he knew he and his beloved brother would be ready to tackle anything the world threw at them.

Here ya go! Drawing of cityofartists

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, @nekophy​!!!!!!!! 🍰🍰🍰

You’re an amazing and super friendly person!! And fun to talk to!! It’s always nice to see your art (with that cute art style of yours)! Hope you’re having some great days! ^^

(Screenshot from my phone because I didn’t find the original anymore)

It says “But now you know how many goats you’ll have to bring over” (or similar)

And oh boy, @unu-nunium, got a treat for you!

I BROUGHT YOU NINE GOATS. But because 9 times the same goat was boring, I made each goat individual.

Listed from up to down:

1 - papercraft standup goat (that kinda looks like a cow, but I didn’t have time) by me

2 - sculpture goat by Schleich

3 - plush goat by Niki (I suspect it originally was a deer, but I cut the horns in shape and now it is a goat, no question)

4 - Skiddo, a goat Pokemon (refined the drawing bc it was too dark later on) drawn by me

5 - sticker goat photo from the Swiss website appenzellerziege.ch (I hope you don’t mind me using your lovely photo for one single sticker)

6 - tattoo goat by me

7 - a spider goat, an older picture by me

8 - a paper craft origami goat after instructions from THT - Origami Tutorials on youtube (see their tutorial video here)

9 - Sticker Postcard Gompers, the goat of Gravity Falls (again, I hope you don’t mind me using the single picture as a gift, would have drawn one if I had the time for that)

And some detailed shots:

there is a website to find out how many goats you are worth

I have no clue if this has been done and I thought it would be funny and that I should share, so uh, you're welcome, I guess.

BLOODSTAINED ART

So I got this Idea for a book and I will be posting it here, I hope you like it!

-Being a serial killer is easy when you know how to hide a body. Though, it does take time when you have a little horror artist following you around-

"THE TWISTED ENCOUNTER"

'Pearlskeep'

Surrounded by wilderness and plain, the big town is filled with interesting places and people. It could be mistaken for a small city, since the structures are more modern, nothing like a town of agriculture and such. Buildings of different shapes and sizes, all of them either occupied by families or used as restaurants, cafes, parks, a high school, a mall.. the usual things, of course. 

It seems like a normal, peaceful town. Which it is. The locals are quite friendly in this town, even a stranger would help you when and if you're in need. One year, the town was nominated as the friendliest town in the state, which the mayor speaks proudly of every change he gets. 

Though, a few years ago, the town was suddenly cursed by it's own 'monster'. 

'The Pearlskeep Mad Dog' is the person that has been giving the town a hard time, the police especially. The person was given that name since they're known for his mad behavior on his victims.  The Mad dog mutilates peoples bodies, mangles them, places them in weird places and positions, sometimes missing a limb, or maybe the whole body and just a finger of the victim. There would be so much blood on the scene of the crime, you'd think it would've been a pig slaughter if it weren't for the human parts found lying around. 

Ever since the towns killer appeared, the graveyard has been getting a whole lot of new people bury. It caused for it to expand, new people to bury every week, some young, some middle ages, and some were just with normal deaths. But it is for certain that 'The Mad Dog' has been responsible for peoples deaths and disappearances, for the weekly blood baths of gore. 

The notorious serial killer had become a scary story, to haunt children to not go out at night, to listen to their parents and stay indoors. It leaves even adult's legs to shake, from the monster that prowls the streets, leaving mutilated bodies, blood and gore in his wake as he walked the streets at night. A supposed lunatic was terrorizing the town, and who wouldn't be afraid of that? 

Some had done drastic measures, making rules of their way of living and having a certain time when they lock their doors and windows, most remained normal and walked alone at night with a bit of confidence, and the other's rarely leave their homes, ordering food and doing work online. 

"You remember what I told you?"

The woman looked at her daughter with a stern yet worried look, handing her some money. The daughter sighed and looked up at he mother as she tied her shoes, a bit of her loose hair getting in the way of her face. 

"Don't talk to strangers if you can, go to the store, buy the milk and come back as soon as possible."

The girl spoke, standing up as she locked eyes with her mom, then added in a more quiet tone, shifting her weight from one foot to another. 

"I know."

Placing the money in her jacket's pocket, she opened the door with no hesitation, walking out without another word, not even looking back at her worried looking mother, who shut the door after the girl left eyes sight. 

Every step she took, it was like her life was on the line. Since it was past the curfew her mom has made, she never really saw the streets in the nights atmosphere, well, ever since the deranged killer was on the loose. It felt like it was just yesterday, the day everything went crashing down because of the murders that were going up ever since that week, the number of grewsome deaths. Her mother didn't take it lightly, not at all. The girl remembers how her mother lied in her bed after she locked all the doors and windows, holding her close as she slept. 

It took her a while to get used to the curfew her mother had made, but it was all for her life's sake, so she was safe and sound. 

The evening struck, and it was late, but not too late as well. The stores, restaurants and bakeries still had to work their usual work hours, from 10 pm to even 1 am. The streets weren't as quiet as well, muffled music from the nearby club and bar could be heard in the distance, a few dogs barking  and the sounds of cars being driven were clear as day. 

As normal as it seemed, the young girl entered the nearest store and searched through the isles, looking for the milk her mother told her to buy. The store was nearly empty, with only her, the cashier, and a mysterious tall man that was standing nearby, putting random products in his cart. Soon, as she spotted the isle full of milk cartons, she took one and quickly went to the cashier to check out. The cashier looked at the girls as he swiped the carton across the scanner, a look of tiredness in his eyes. The man didn't speak until he looked at the computer monitor and said the price. 

"That would be 3.99 miss." 

The girl placed the 5 dollar bill on the counter with a slight slam, taking the milk carton from the mans hand and walking out the store as she yelled to the man.

"Keep the change!" 

She walked out with a quickened pace, leaving the cashier stunned for a moment, then he shrugged, going back to just standing there. Clearly rushing to go home, the girl continued to walk the same quickened pace. She could run, but that meant tripping and falling on accident. 

Now, she wasn't quite aware of her surroundings, and she now was walking the wrong path. She didn't quite know where she had gone, her face consorting into a look of both panic and confusion. 'Where am I even going?' She asked herself, her mind now racing as she found herself in a dark alley. It was almost pitch darkness if it weren't for the light that was attached to the apartment building, shining the way to make her see better. Though, it wasn't really much to see, only brick walls and concrete ground, a small dumpster in the corner, which had a few rats running around.

The girl didn't even get to try to turn around before a pair of built arms wrapped around her tightly, one being placed on her mouth as the other tried to hold her in place, the milk carton falling on the ground the second later. She struggled greatly, her body shivering, her legs trying to kick the person that got a hold of her. 

"Now, now, don't be scared."

The man whispered into the girls ear quietly, a sinister, playful and malicious hint in his voice, surprisingly calm in this situation. This only made a shiver go down the girls spine as she heard him speak, a few tears running down her cheeks as she continued to struggle to get out of the man's grasp, but that just made his grip go tighter on her, now squeezing her. Her lungs almost lost the air in them. 

"This will only hurt for a moment-" 

The man pushed the poor girl onto the ground, making her back up, pushing herself backwards as tears continued to stream down from her eyes, even more panic settling in as she locked eyes with her attacker, her body shacking in fear and panic. 

It was the same man from the store, the one that she couldn't take a good glance of. 

His piercing hazel eyes locked with hers, his pupils shrunk and held a hint of pure madness, a wide crooked smile on his face as he stepped closer to the girl, his black boots scraping on the concrete floor slightly as he moved closer. The man's unkempt long brown hair was hanging loose, framing his face. His presence was chilling, and he seemed to enjoy the fear that he was causing. 

The man took out a blade from his pocket, staring at it for a moment, then looked back at the terrified girl. 

"..But it will hurt a lot!" 

He let out a sinister chuckle, pulling the girl by her shirt, making her body get closer to him. The grin on his face seemed to grow even wider, if that's even possible, and he stabbed the girls in the stomach, causing her to let out a cry of pain. This only made him sink the blade deeper into her stomach, twisting it, slowly making a cut down, making a big hole. Blood was dripping on the concrete ground, a lot of it, getting on both his clothes and the poor girl, that fell victim to his madness. 

He proceeded to stab her a few more times in the chest, holding her limp body as he did so, cutting her open. He couldn't help but laugh from what he was doing, the pleasure of the pain he was causing was immense. The pain and suffering he inflicted to his victims was like some game for him, like it was normal to do. And he loved it, the thrill of it all. 

The man stopped cutting the body after a few moments, letting go of the girls mutilated corpse and let it fall to the ground with a thud. The blood was everywhere, soaking his clothes and ground, even the walls of the alley. Blood dripped from his soaked knife, the droplets falling on the corpse's face. His breath was hitched, the wide grin still on his face as he breathed heavily, his mouth slightly open. 

'The Mad Dog' did his magic, another victim now on his kill count. 

The killer took a moment to calm down, still panting. His shrunk pupils slowly became normal, his crazed smile consorting into a rather normal one. But now, his clothes were drenched in blood, so he had to be more sneaky until he got to his so called 'home'. 

The light that was on the wall started to loose power, flickering for a moment, and then turned off completely, making the man scoff in annoyance. He turned around and walked towards the light, going out in the street before he decided to quickly run off, not looking back. But, he didn't have much energy left so it only took him a few feet to get out of breath, leaning on the wall of the apartment building for support as he tried to catch his breath again. 

As he did so, he could've sworn he heard footsteps coming from behind him, and entering the alley he just got out of. Something about that made him tense up. Somebody might've heard the girly cry and decided to investigate. They'll probably call the police if they see the body, though it wouldn't be that possible if it was pitch black there. Which it was, unless the person had a flashlight with them. 

He was now thinking of what he was supposed to do. Should he go back and confront the person and possibly kill them, or let them be? 

The mad killer sighed and turned around, going back into the alley, where he saw a flash from a phone. Someone taking pictures of the crime he committed moments before. They were taking pictures of every angle they could, looking at the mutilated corpse, but never looked up. From the flashes, the features weren't so well to see, but the person looked fairly young. A boy, maybe? 

He looked like a typical student, a nerd even, with those glasses on. A bag was on their back, a intrigued look on his face, his grey eyes glimmering in wonder, like the boy just saw something more interesting than terrifying. It was interesting for the killer to see, especially when someone is looking at the gory scene like it's a work of art. 

"What ya doing there, kid?"

The man finally spoke up in his normal sinister tone, his piercing gaze never leaving the young man. The boy flinched, almost falling on top of the corpse as he looked in the direction of the voice, his head perking up. He soon stepped away from the body and flashed the light of his phone towards the killer, who tilted his head in amusement. He let out a sinister chuckle and leaned on the wall again, remaining calm as he waited for the boy to react. 

The young man's eyes widened slightly as he looked up and down at the man, observing his features, taking his attention on his blood soaked clothes. In stead of taking a step back, he walked closer to the man, just staring at him in silence. His grey eyes met the crazed ones, the ones that had a tinge of madness, then spoke, his voice slightly shaky and quiet. 

"I was.. taking pictures of your.. crime." 

The young man spoke truthfully, his hand running through his short black hair. He was fairly nervous, since he was speaking with a serial killer, his body tense and remained in place, his mind now racing by the fact that he was caught. 

"I was gonna draw it later.. I find the blood and gore fascinating.. beautiful if you will-" 

He continued and tried to explain, which only got him interrupted by a burst of laughter from the killer. He was now holding his stomach and laughing like a maniac, even crying a bit from it all. The boy just stared at him as the man continued to laugh, a slightly blank expression on his face. The Mad Dog stopped laughing and looked at the kid, his eyes widening in realization. 

"Wait, you're not joking?"

It took the boy a moment, then nodded, his gaze slightly fearful of what might happen to him now.  

He then felt something cold and metalic under his chin, making him look down. The man placed his knife under the boys chin, grinning widely at him. His piercing eyes looked down for a moment, the looked up, his pupils shrinking as he stared down at the boy.

The killers head leaned closer to the boys, his warms breath now hitting his face. The Mad Dog's grin dropped, his expression turning serious, his other hand being placed on the boys shoulder. It took him a  moment to collect his thoughts, thinking of what to say to the young man. Then he spoke, his voice was stern and serious, even a little harsh. 

"Get the fuck out of here, and keep that little mouth zipped." 

He paused for a moment before he added. 

"If I find out you spilled something, I won't hesitate to turn you into a human kebab." 

A while back the wonderful @willowthearts drew me this adorable piece of art of Juniper, and I've been meaning to draw something back ever since.

I've finally done that haha! I really liked how the chibi style piece I did yesterday turned out, so I wanted to have another go at it!

Hope you like!

Will BG3 OCs work?

sorry bout the lame pose

My biggest regret in life is doing this bust up so I couldn’t get the acorn bag

Y’all got ocs for me to doodle I’m bored

Hello this is my son Dism and he is my sweet, misguided, summer child who thinks he needs to be normal and neurotypical to be liked,, but then he learns that there are always people out there who will love him and be friends with him uwu He is a very kind lad and has an emotional attachment to his pokemon mystery dungeon: explorers of time partner, pikachu, wherein he carries around a plush resembling him all the time. He was also secretly kidnapped for 10 years and that might be where his malformed ideas around friendship come from… hehe >:3

Thank you for giving me an excuse to draw more Pokémon

I WILL get these all done I swear

Y’all got ocs for me to doodle I’m bored

I was wondering if you could draw Alternate infection Gabriel!

cholestrol

MEET Oliver yes yes he’s very smart I haven’t coloured the jackets or pants because I don’t know what colour to colour them with anywyas I hope you like!

I finally coloured him actually I coloured him a while ago I just forgot to post it XD