So, I Just Want To Explain My Thought Process Throughout My Drawing This. Frisk Has Been Desperately

so if in the soulmate au the very first words your soulmate ever says to you are tattooed somewhere on your body since the day you are born imagine having something like ‘man I cant believe dumbledore died’ tattooed on you. imagine being spoiled for a book series that doesnt even exist yet. imagine worrying about this dumbledore guy your whole childhood while not knowing who he is. imagine knowing dumbledore dies before jk rowling even thinks about it.

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Imagine if this was an actual book…

Danny was defeated (to the full death) by an unknown ghost, and then woke up to find himself in a black cloak, just lying on the floor of the clock tower. Then he looks to his left to see Clockwork monitoring the multiple screens. Danny gets up and walks over - to see Sam crying at his funeral. And Tucker is on stage, giving a speech about how he died - including revealing the ghost secret to everyone for the first time. Clockwork looked past his shoulder to see Danny sitting cross-legged on the floor, hands over his face while numerous tears slipped between his fingers. The master of time helped his companion to stand, and proceeded to explain his plan…

I’m not kidding. Someone really needs to write this as an actual book and not just online fanfiction. That would be epic.

By the way, I did not draw the cover of the book.

dealing with the worst case scenario

your condom breaks

you feel a lump on your breast

your friends are ignoring you

you’re stranded on an island 

you got rejected by a crush

you get into a car accident

you got stung by a bee/wasp

you got fired from your job

you’re in an earthquake

your tattoo gets infected

your house is on fire

you’re lost in the woods

you get arrested abroad

you get robbed

your partner cheated on you

you’re on a ship that’s sinking

you fall into ice

you’re stuck in an elevator

you hit a deer with your car

you have food poisoning

your pet passed away

you fall off of a horse

you or your friend has alcohol poisoning

you have toxic shock syndrome

your house has a gas leak

Things that make me happy: books

Things that cause me to have mental breakdowns and cry at 3 am: books

i recognize rick riordan pairing up calypso and leo in blood of olympus was supposed to be leo’s happy ending cuz he finally found love but oh man imagine if leo’s happy ending was making his way back to camp and realizing just how much everyone mourned and missed him and how much he was loved by everyone, not just a significant other, and how hes not the 7th wheel he feared he was imagine if leo’s happy ending was realizing all he ever wanted was in front of him all along

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On their first month on the Stan of War II, Stan and Ford both come down with terrible colds. They insist they’re fine, even though they show up to the family’s weekly video chat sniffling and bundled up in every blanket they own. Mabel glares as the screen, hands on her hips. “Grunkle Stan? Grunkle Ford? Do we have to run away to look after you? Have you been taking care of yourselves?”

Stan laughs, while Ford blows his nose so loudly it only comes across as static. “We’re fine, sweetie. It just takes a while to get used to boat living. Can’t say this is quite how I imagined things starting out.”

“Funnily enough,” sniffs Ford, “Being cold and wet all the time is not an ideal situation for one’s immune system. But never mind about that, we’ve made some fascinating discoveries …”

When the call is over, Mabel purses her lips. Cold all the time, huh? She knows that her Grunkles won’t take care of themselves, so it’s up to her to keep them warm. The sweaters that Mabel knits for herself are mostly acrylic, because it’s cheap and sparkly, but she saves up to buy heavy wool yarn, even though it’s rough on her fingers at first. She learns how to knit double-layered fisherman’s mittens, the kind that can keep a man’s hands warm even when he’s drenched with sea water, making sure to modify the pattern so Ford will have room for his extra fingers. She sends them thick socks with reinforced heels and a stern note telling them to let her know when they need replacements. 

Stan and Ford are no good at remembering to dress warm on principle, but they wear everything Mabel sends them. She beams when she sees her knitwear in their photos.

“Are you warmer now?” she asks during one video call, still sounding slightly worried.

Stan looks down at the Icelandic-style sweater he’s wearing, at the enormous mittens lying next to him, at the heavy socks covering his toes, and at Mabel’s concerned, loving face on the computer screen. He smiles.

“Warm as toast, pumpkin.”