Appears the duo have finally removed their hands from one another.
"Hmm? Cook? HEH! Ahhh kinda. Mostly keep ta baking cookies my self. Anything else I tend to make will be ah real Coin toss on tha edible scale. Nyeh heh! Either it'll be a concoction of flavors that ain't meant ta mesh or ah be below average."
For those who are unaware, I am mostly on Discord these days. While yes I pop in now and again, however if you want to be in contact with me it's best to just ask for my discord.
I am still in the UT community, hell I still draw. I'm just not often on tumbler these days muchless this account. Sorry I keep dropping off the face of the earth, I'm sorry to those who wanted to get to know me better before I dipped. My Discord info is open to all on request.
For now, I offer drawings. Some older then others-
For those who are unaware, I am mostly on Discord these days. While yes I pop in now and again, however if you want to be in contact with me it's best to just ask for my discord.
I am still in the UT community, hell I still draw. I'm just not often on tumbler these days muchless this account. Sorry I keep dropping off the face of the earth, I'm sorry to those who wanted to get to know me better before I dipped. My Discord info is open to all on request.
For now, I offer drawings. Some older then others-
Needed something to do today, so I decided to quickly redraw this kinda-
Magnifica's been given hair more fitting to her curent look just older.
Universe was always just a skeleton with human hair sooo- papyrus rip off with smaller fangs.
As for impact- wanted them to look more monstrous I mean... plant monster hybrid thing. Gotta look like a mistake of nature.
Technically only Maggy is cannon these days, but still it was nice to reimagine these other other two. If I were to reimagine the story of them.
Universe would be a Papyrus/ random above ground human's one night stand child. Given Pap gets around... and I mean- try anything once, may as well fuck a human. So.. Universe would know nothing about their father.
Impact looks like a failed attempt to turn flowey into a goat again but female so- lose the tits, change their gender... toss them into a classic line and let's just say that's what they are.
Mag's just Sans and Chara baby gorl/ Frisk reincarnated. Can't change that.
Silence is golden, but to Papyrus. Some things are far more valuable and he finally realizes not everything can be replaced.
The sun beat down against concrete steps. All except that final one connected to the porch. Quiet yard, quiet street, quiet day in the normally abnormally loud household. Just the repetitive creak of faintly rusted chains. Chains that held a bench swing, swaying with the weight of its visitor. Papyrus. While not normally the outside monster, something that never changed with the surface world... sat alone in that swing. Only the smoke surrounding his cigarette to keep company.
Each drag longer then the next, filling his ribcage the same way thoughts cluttered and tainted his mind.
Any day he’d need to lock himself away in the lab just for a moment of silence.
Not that he liked it much- the silence that is. But when work calls and the deadline is days away often you need to face your internal fears to focus. that was often why even in his laboratory, something was making noise. be it the tabbing of his pencil, the plair of a muffled radio, or soft tune of their own voice. It was unnerving how even the loudest radio or television station struggled to fill that void left behind. Even if the threat of a neighborhood noise complaint wasn’t at risk, even if he could turn it up completely and drown out everything else. There was still something missing noise could never fill.
Life enjoyments he’d grown accustomed to with his sibling and niece that plain old sound couldn’t fulfill. that was the nagging, the shoulder punches, consent checkups from his overly affectionate sibling as if at any moment he’d vanish.
Even the silent arm tugs of his niece, or her attempts to invade his hoodie to escape naptime were missing in his daily ritual.
Something that just couldn’t be replicated. no matter how much he wished it could. Sure it would be so much easier to apologize. Say that he was wrong and overreacted, forgive his brother and mother for the secret and yet here he was. Smoking and complaining in his own mind about how he was in the right. Why wouldn’t he we? After being lied to for years about his father, Told to lelt a dead man rest and not ask questions from the day he was born.
It all felt like a betrayal. From the one person in the world who was meant to protect him, and the sibling he looked up to for years. ‘there are no pictures’ that’s what she always said. ‘They were lost in the move. ‘If I could show you I would.’ The words he believed up until he found those pictures
Hidden in the far corner of his mothers attic, behind boxes of items left behind when the brothers finally moved out. had it not been for his attempt to find his old computer he’d never have even known what his father looked like or what really happened to him. Far from the story he’d been fed of their father passing away peacefully. the reality was their father vanished in a storm. Assumed to have been knocked over the large pit in the trash section of waterfall.
What seamed so trivial to be mad about to some felt like the biggest face slap to him.
He’d gone on record during his time as a scientist quoting his devotion to his late father. speaking on his death during the interview. Only to find out he’d lied on those interviews, He’d known nothing about his father and what little he thought he did were lies.
the thought even now left the skeleton breathing heavily. All sorrow or his sibling vanishing as fast as it had came. Stubborn as his own mother, refusing to accept their part of the blame. Looking out at the horizon, watching the sun set between neighboring houses and trees. Around this time his brother would have been making dinner for them. Likely chastising Papyrus from snacking bright before said dinner was prepared. With that realization came another, one that left him staring at the door wearily. He’d be eating alone tonight... and worse sleeping in that big quiet house alone again, another ach struck his soul.
With a glance to the cigarette in hand, having burnt its embers to the butt, pap gave it a toss to the concrete. Stepping for good measure. Shoulders slumped and head bowed back into his hood hiding away from the looming cloud of regret. As he made his retreat he couldn’t help the thought of how there were somany on his back and yet this was the first and only that truly held any weight.
Papyrus always had a tempter and problem communicating his feelings, Sans has always had to bit back his pride when dealing with it.
However this time around things take a turn when the elder brother finally voices his concerns.
“What did I do?”
A soft voice echoed behind the steel door, Muffled by the shoddily assembled foam lining each wall the soundproofing wasn't professionally done, but when power tools were at work at least it was never bad enough to warrant anger from his housemates. If it did, they sure as hell never told him. “Papyrus, Please. Can’t we talk about this?”
Another call beckoned his attention, Yet the skeleton never once removed his sockets from the blueprints in hand, Soul ached but not in sorrow for his brother. nor the oversized ears that were no doubt eavesdropping up those steps. it ached in a different way, Burned really. Burned like fire with no signs of stopping. Each knock no matter how soft amplified by already shot nerves, consuming every thought until even attempting to read- Not that he really was- became punctuated by the insistent sound. Hands, already shaky from withheld emotions gripped tightly, crinkling his work. yet on he read, Was it even reading with your sockets closed? No. No he wasn't reading, he was festering. Allowing himself to take in the sound and fuil another outburst.
Quickly as he’d stormed down the steps, Papyrus flew back up, tossing aside both paper and mechanical parts in a whirlwind of wra emotion. When the door flew open his own expression must have been angrier then he realized, because the relife across Sans face melted into one far more shy and regretful of his actions. Like knocking on that very door had opened up a pandora's box he’d not been prepared for.
“WHAT!?” the snap had been far louder than Papyrus intended, resulting in a flinch from his elder yet much smaller sibling. From regretful ever still the banded brother held up a hand between each other, before ever attempting to go further he offered an apology. “I’m sorry for knocking so much, You left so quickly I was worried. I know You like your time alone when you’re upset... but you didn’t tell me why you were angry with me. I am simply here to try and talk it over.-”
“Talk what over? ‘m fine.” Arms now crossed phalanges began to dig into both arms. Shoulders squared blocking off any view of the basement and his work from their brother. An action that the normally welcoming skeleton would never do, it was the first of many tells that clued in the elder. Words can lie while actions never do. “Papyrus.” Sans voice took on a slightly louder tone, not in demanding, he new pushing too much would result in a lockdown from the younger. it was something he’d grown used to... walking on eggshells that is. So he didn’t feel comfortable calling the other out as much as they wanted. Telling him he saw the messages on their friends phone, saw he was kicked from their group chat and blocked on the application to avoid seeing them. “I said I’m fine. I’m busy. You should know that, Im behind on work.” Another block threatened to hide the truth, this time resulting in a back turn.
He knew this gesture, Papyrus was blocking him out, instead retreating to the safety of their laboratory in an attempt to exit a situation he’d rather not be in. This time however Sans refused. Placing a foot between the door almost instinctively. For a moment there was silence, with glares exchanged. A moment that felt like hours with neither backing down. One who was overcome with anger and the other insistence to understand wether or not they wished to talk about it. “Sans. Move your foot.” “No.” “Sans-” “NO!” The level of their voice slightly caught the younger off guard, but composer was gained before any of that surprise could even show. Hand pulling at the door despite his sibling foot, thankfully those boots had been reinforced with steel long ago. Before his aboveground days. There was no leaving this time, and while he never wished for things to turn out this way, here was nothing Sans could do.
Three Days it had been like this, With the younger growing made then suddenly without warning giving him the silent treatment, never once with any sort of explanation. Now things had gone too far and backing out would only make things equally as bad. “I want answers, Papyrus. Please, I can’t understand what I did if you aren’t telling me. Ignoring me isn’t going to fix anything, it’s going to make things worse.”
Despite his racing ribcage the smaller skeleton began forcing himself between the crack, Foot keeping it opened hands moved to pry while the youngers worked to close. A tug of wars both Physically and verbally. “OH?! So now I’m a liar? I can’t tell when I'm upset, Sans?!” he snarled eyelight glowing in fiery orange, igniting the darkened septs to his laboratory in bright light, not caring how close he stood to the edge of the steps now. His only focus being foring that door closed, with no care for his brothers feeling’s or safety. “DO YOU PAPYRUS!? Do you really?” screaming echoed back followed by the drips of tears down sans skull, if it wasn’t for the steep in his boots one may assume it was the door causing those droplets. No that wasn’t it, it was the feeling of betrayal. He knew that Papyrus would never admit to what he did, maybe thats why it hurt. To feel like you’re being belittled by your own friends and family. Without any idea why they feel that way towards you.
other moment of silence drifted by with neither budgine, however this time something was said that loosened Paps grips on the door. “... I liked the blueprints you made for the new Ntt fountain.” At first there was confusin, mouth opening on the younger to question that compliment, but words seemed to choke him, eye sockets growing as realization hit. Those blueprints... he- Those were on his account that sans was- “You know Papyrus, when you block someone they can still see your profile.” Again Sans voice went soft, just above a whisper, but not enough it was straightening for Pap to hear. This was something he clearly wanted them to listen to. “I know what you said Papyrus, I-I know you blocked me. I know everything you said. Even the posts you removed. If you have a problem with me, Tell me. I can’t read your mind Papyrus. You’re just going to wind up losing more trust between us.” With a heaving breath, Sans yanked his foot from the door, by now it had been forgotten about so it wasn’t much of a hassle.
“You want space so bad, have it. I’m packing me and Maggy a bag and we’re leaving. When you’re ready to be honest with me We’ll talk again if not... Well you can only blame yourself.” True to his words by the time Papyrus left that laboratory of his, Sans was gone. Closet still open and house key left on the doormat. He’d not fully believed that Sans would up and leave him so quickly, In the middle of the night at that. Sans was the older brother, the calm collected one between them. Now that wall was gone and he could only blame himself.
So today, while browsing some old boxes I found a TON of old games for windows. these are the games both I and my siblings played religiously growing up. I can still remember the days of arguing back and forward over whos been on past their play time, and being petty enough to delete each others save states because of it. Among these games I want to talk about three of them I remember the most vividly while they are in my mind. I just wanna gush basickly about old games I loved from favorite to least liked.
Rock Manager
The first one, is a game I played most growing up. I beat this game over and over, Time and time again. I remember loosing time and time again. Because ten to maybe eleven year old I didn’t understand problem of adding band members who didn’t fit the songs genre- or skill level, or POPULARITY level, OR ONE THAT KEEP BEING A HUGE DICK that came from it. not to mention i barely understood that you spent money to level them up in a sense and improve their singing.
Young me just liked putting a band together, Picking the drum beats, how loud certain instruments are (from what I remember) and just-allout editing. that’s what young me liked... well that and for some reason there was this dumb song in it that just went ‘ I’m toooo hot the handel. I’m toooo cold to hold’ and I just fuking loved it.
I remember the end very visibly, I remember almost every mission. From the spoiled rich brat who cant sing, to the nice lady that just wanted to be a singer, (i think her name was charlet?) I remember the Blues musician with depression, annnd....the chipmunks song that blew up the world. I used to have super bad luck because I always had this ONE musician that would fight with everyone else, or get pissy and I had to spend so much money trying to appease them. It was a great game, and I think it is part of the reason I find video editing such a relaxing, fun pass time.
The Hunting Game 1997
THIS FUCKING GAME- Ok this game was more liked by my brother. I did enjoy it too. it was fun. Hell, wouldn’t be on here if it didn’t. This game though, Young me played it- literally only after the rock manager game stopped working, considering young me and my sister would just toss the games down and not put them in their cases quite a few got broken over the years. Rock manager just eventually got scratched to hell and back so much it would no longer play i guess. You see the appeal of this game is friendly, wild eyed cartoon characters teaching you about hunting safety, Hunting rules, and giving you little recipes whenever you catch something. (or shoot down in this case)
Here is where dumb kid me hated this game, there’s this rule thats never spoken to you (that i remember) where if you want to win the trophy by shooting down a good catch in each stage, You have to train this orange haired girl that sits off in the corner. YOUNG ME DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THAT.
So i was never able to finish the game, I remember thinking at one point ‘OHH thats what I do’ after the old lady scolded me for like a millionth time after another attempt because suddenly the girls words of “theres a lot og young boys and girls who would love to learn how to hunt’ and the old ladys guilt tripping about how im ‘not giving back to the community’ Finally clicked...only for me to forget entirely and never attempt the game again. Why? Well one, the shooting was more or less shooting a sliding J peg across a realisting background if I remember, and I was never big into hunting much anyway. Only reason I really played this was because my brother needed help.I remember there was this one aspect I liked, that was purchasing a hunting dog. I liked to get one of each dog. That’s what I liked about that game the most. Asides from it vaguely reminding me of bullwinkle for some reason everytime I saw its logo. You can still play this on the internet archive though. That alone is surprising.
Survival, the ultimate challenge.
Also known as ‘My childhoods first massacre game’
This game was about helping stranded people survive, its straightforward Not only did it take almost a damn week for me to figure out the controles correctly because for some reason i don’t remember there being a tutorial in it, and if there was I was way to dumb a kid to pay attention I guess. Poisonous snakes, wild pigs, tigers, bears- this game would randomly have these fuckers attack you and I always kept forgetting to check on more than one of my characters, So one moment there’s a skull popping up and I’m clicking over to find something like THIS.
the furthest I ever came to rescue was sending one of my square looking characters off on a raft to find help, however I didn’t pack food on it or something, because next thing I knew BAMN a skull. it likely didn’t help I’d just ignore popups that happened because I was a kid that didnt wanna read or pay attention to helping them survive. I just wanted to build a stick house. Gien the box art-
I am still not exactly sure why my grandmother thought this was a game we’d like it. Maybe it was one her kids used to play. I remember being afraid of this box art to the point I refused to pickup the case the first time. because I believed this was a HORROR game. The only reason i ever wound up playing it at all was one of my cousins i guess had been playing it when visiting and they just didn’t take out the game when they left. Dumb me didn’t know what the game was... but dumb me played it anyway.
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Hi, thank you for that. Not sure how long this has been in here but thanks.
I’ll be sure to pass it on. Sorry for being absent recently. I've been struggling with mental health, physical health, and some other stuff right now. So thank you this meant a lot.
I’m going to try and be on here more but if you want honesty from me? I’m not sure how consistent it’ll be.
Due to mun’s periodic power outages, this gift is late as can be for Valentine’s Day! For Pap, there’s a bouquet of honey sucker roses. For Sans, well, truffles that look partially eaten thanks to Momo. There’s also a scarf pin in the shape of a bird in flight. It appears to be handmade.
“N-Nyeh?”
“Heh, ahh. Ain't this a sweet gift. Hehe <3. Mmm.”
“Ah- Mweheh- Welp, it seems someone got ahold of my gift.”
“WELL! That's fine, I prefer sucking on things equally as sweet.”
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