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The real battle finally begins
why did i draw this
Send 🍝🍝 for our muses to have a spaghetti dinner together
Send 🍝 if our muses are sharing a plate
two lost galaxies appeared
I’ll face it with a grin I’m never giving in On, with the show!
PROTECT FRISK 2K16
@pxcifisms (via pxcifisms)
porcelain || open
A large light that is poorly mounted to the side of Papyrus’s home is shining down on a singular lounge chair that the skeleton resides in. He’s wearing swim trunks that have small robots on them in a variety of colors and a pair of sunglasses to block the light from his vision. The aforementioned lamp is horrendously warm, the snow that had been around him is now melted into a puddle beneath his chair. As he relaxes he reads a book entitled, ‘How to Suntan Without the Sun.’ So far it doesn’t seem to be working.
fullrisk:
They looked at Papyrus, clearly unimpressed by his flailing. They stated that they were okay, but might have some bruising in a few hours, and that they shouldn’t have been running in the snow.
“I'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀɴᴅᴀɢᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ.” Though he has no idea what bruising is he vividly remembers Sans’s covering his sore bones in bandages when he’d fall as a child on the very same patches of snow and ice. They always made him feel better so he imagines they’ll do the same for the child.
fullrisk:
They’re running down the street when they slip and fall in the snow. They let out a yelp, curling up slightly from the shock.
The moment Papyrus spots the human tumbling towards the ground he breaks into a full sprint. Coming to kneel down beside them clearly panicked. “Fʀɪsᴋ!!! Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ!!”
papyfont:
YOU TALKED BACK!! HOW CAN YOU DO THAT IF I’M A TALKING MIRROR?!!?
OR WAIT.. ARE YOU THE TALKING MIRROR? ALSO THANK YOU! I HAVE THE SAME OUTFIT TOO!!
I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ! Uɴᴅʏɴᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ!! Sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ! Oʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴜs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ!
papyfont:
@skelehunk started following you
ME?!?! BUT I’M ALREADY HERE?!? HOW CAN THIS BE????
Wʜᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ʜᴇʀᴇ?!?!?!?!?!?!!11
Aɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴅɪᴅ I ɢᴇᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴏʟ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏᴜᴛғɪᴛ........
stardom || ohyesx
Just after the live broadcast of MTT’s latest episode a very eager skeleton is sent backstage to meet the star of the show. It’s his first time in Hotland and the only thing he truly wanted to do was meet his role model. So, Sans pulled a couple of strings (really only like one phone call) and got Papyrus an exclusive meeting with the idol. The skeleton is not quite shaking in his boots from nerves, rather he’s vibrating with excitement! Not only will the be the best day of his entire life but--he’s going to be famous!
“Mᴇᴛᴛᴀᴛᴏɴ! I, Tʜᴇ Gʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ Mɪɢʜᴛʏ Pᴀᴘʏʀᴜs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ!” No point in drawing out the inevitable, he’s just going to jump straight into it.
f10wer--child:
Flowey’s pot careened down the stairs, bouncing a few times before rolling against the wall. There was a bout of ungraceful swearing, before he finally pulled himself together, taking in his surroundings. Didn’t seem like anyone was around. Typical. Whenever he actually needed those idiots, they were nowhere to be seen! Story of his life.
“Nobody get up, I’m fine!” he shouted, to no one in particular, as he planted his face against the ground, trying to push his pot upright. Unfortunately, flower stems were not known for their muscle mass, and he wound up wilting against the floor. Well, crap. It looked like he’d fallen, and he couldn’t get up.
Breaking from a deep sleep the skeleton shot up in bed, rage filling his eye sockets, skull covered by the exfoliating mask he’d spread across his cheek bones before he’d gone to bed. The loud noise that had initially woken him came to a halt but Papyrus wasn’t keen on simply letting it go. He was sick and tired of Sans keeping him up all night long and was going to do something about it! As Papyrus requires beauty sleep to rejuvenate him his brother needs to figure out how to quiet down! By the time he made it out of bed, comfortable slippers just a touch loose on his bones and a robe tied tightly around his waist, he found a surprising stillness coming from Sans’ room. His brow bone furrowed looking down the stairs to find an upturned pot. The skeleton became instantly filled with concern, nearly flying down the stairs towards his friend in order to set him right side up.
“Fʟᴏᴡᴇʏ! Yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ! Sᴀɴs ʜᴀs ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏғ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ғᴏᴏᴛ!”
skellybros in cute skirts/dresses sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so💯 thats what im talking about right thereright there(chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
“There were no survivors”
(horror 4 words)
“My phone was dead”
“There was no wifi”
Nice being friends, goodbye
OUT OF SPAGHETTI NOODLES
|| starter call
Let’s try this again! Like this for a starter, Pap is calling my name!
seems like sans’ powers come in handy even more often than you’d think…
You never gained any LOVE, but you gained love, you know?