Suggestion box drawing for Emanosaurus! He requested Ryan and his character Stanley badly singing Christmas carols, which felt very fun to think about. Along the way I thought it'd be even funnier if they were so into it they started singing two different songs by mistake. :3
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In Brooklyn in 1920, a 40–foot Christmas tree was erected in Prospect Park and decorated with 600 red, white, blue, green, and purple electric bulbs. A 50–foot community tree in 1926 surpassed the 1920 tree by ten feet and added 600 more colored electric lights.
Paid for by local civic organizations, the annual report noted that it “made a splendid appearance and could be seen from many streets and avenues approaching the park.” The annual report also noted Christmas trees set up at different points around the park that “when lighted during Christmas time, the illumination cast weird shadows through the trees and was much admired by people who visited the park to witness the display.” Three hundred school children from PS 9 sang Christmas carols around the tree “very much enjoyed by those present,” which included a version of “The Star Spangled Banner,” “O Come, All Ye Faithful,” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing,” capped off with a finale featuring “America, The Beautiful.” Christmas festivals continued into the 1930s at recreation facilities, as part of the regular Park programming, and children sang carols during the holiday season.
The stuff that happened to my family and I during Christmas as depicted by these sillies
Translations and contexts:
Ink: Wishing you a Merry Christmas!
(This is what carolers say whenever they come up in front of people's houses before they start carolling in exchange for any amount of money.)
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Fell: Hey, isn't that our salary-
Sans: There are carolers, devil!
(It's tradition to give carolers money after singing some Christmas songs in front of people's houses.)
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Geno: Terrible
(Yabag is an expression when someone has a "terrible voice" or just overall has a bad performance. Though, it's often used whenever someone is singing terribly.)
Inktale Sans (Ink) belongs to Comyet
Undertale Sans (Sans) belongs to Tobyfox
Underfell Sans (Fell) belongs to @/underfell
Aftertale Sans (Geno) belongs to CrayonQueen/LoverofPiggies
For your bday, and as a heartfelt thanks for the blessed snippets from the Beleria AU (Get the whole goodness, including a cast picrew, here), I am honoured to give you....
Bad art.
Made by me...
Lots of love and all the happiness in the world to you, friend.
“Just knock the door, smile and shut up. It is your fault we are out here Max, now do as you’re told.” Han scoffed as he tucked his gloved hands into his thickly lined pocket and. With a deep roll of her eye Max rapped her hand against the apartment door and stepped backwards firmly. A series of clicks and clacks erupted from the other side of the door as the occupant loosened their standard New York security.
“What do you want?” The greasy vested, untrimmed moustache wielding man swung the door open.
“We are here to carol for you.” Han smiled enthusiastically as he swung his donation collection bucket from side to side. “Look…” The man eagerly began to close the door “the church is a few doors down, alright?” His obviously faked smile quickly straightened as the door banged against Max’s foot.
“Look jerk, are you going to go all the poor little kids and tell them why Santa can’t come this year? Because I can’t… not again… I don’t think they’re sick, fickle hearts will be able to take another year of disappointment.”
“Well, what’s ready with ‘em?” He asked as Max swung his door back open.
“Han disease.” You said, closing your eyes, drawing a cross against your chest and bowing your head to hide your smile as Han glared over with a double take. “Terrible condition… and all little Suzie wants is a new doll house to play with before she dies.” You reached over and sadly tapped the bucket.
“Han disease, never heard of it!” He exclaimed sceptically.
Max stepped forward with a spookily good sympathy face.
“Well, you see when the children are born they look normal, but after about 3 years they just… stop growing.” Han stared over with a raised brow and an agape mouth. “It’s almost like they’re testicles… well it isn’t even like they don’t to develop to be honest they just might as well have not been born with any at all.” Han gasped audibly. “I know.” Max turned to Han. “Horrible, I know.”
“That’s awful.” The man stood in the doorway and reached into his pocket. “This is all I can give.” He dropped a few coins and some dollar bills into the bucket. “Do you guys have like a website or something I can…”
“No…..” Max smiled and slowly closed to the door on the man silencing him.
