They're Like Married Or Something

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I realised I never posted these here! I cameoed in a music video with CG5 a few days ago, here are some pics from the shoot!

cw: fake blood

Must Be Something In The Water - Smile 2 Alternate Ending/Continuation

Chapter 1

The screams were deafening. Loud enough to drown out the blaring ringing feedback from the microphone.

The very same microphone that was now grotesquely smashed into Skye Riley’s face, the entire right half covered in blood and other unidentifiable flesh.

As the puddle of blood continued to grow around the now completely still pop star, the entire crowd abruptly surged backwards, as if just beginning to come out of a trance.

And then the true panic began.

It was a free for all, and every single person in the auditorium was scrambling, dashing, and dragging their ways past each other and through the sea of terrified concert goers in an attempt to escape the horrifying scene that had played out before them.

Not everyone was darting for the exits, however. There were still several people (whether it be the morbidly curious, or the devastated family and friends of Skye) that had stayed behind and were now instead rushing towards the stage towards the dead pop singer.

Elizabeth rushed forwards, her daughter’s name in her mouth as she screamed, immediately hopping over the small divider fence and immediately moving to climb up onto the stage where her child had been standing only moments ago. Back when all of her blood was still inside her body.

Elizabeth tore through the small crowd of security guards, police officers, a few concerned concert goers, backup dancers and a few friends of Skye’s.

“Move!!! Jesus MOVE!!” She screamed at them, her voice breaking as she approached her daughter’s still form.

Finally, after what felt like ages, the crowd parted enough that Elizabeth could rush through, and was immediately taken aback once she reached her.

Skye’s face (smeared with still-warm blood) was drawn in a tight smile, her one remaining eye completely empty.

Elizabeth froze, feeling as though her heart had just been shattered, ripped apart into tiny pieces, and she felt her breath catch in her throat.

Before she could stop herself, she keeled over and vomited on the now bloodstained stage.

A strong, tough figure rushed to her side, kneeling beside her as the crowd closed once again, pushing Elizabeth to the outskirts. Several people were frantically calling 911, requesting for aid and medical attention.

Elizabeth knew better.

Her daughter, no matter how much she wanted her to be alive, was not there anymore.

She gagged again, and she felt a hand lightly touch her back, before a pair of arms tugged her to her feet and embraced her.

When had she started crying? She found she couldn’t tell.

And who was screaming like that?? Oh wait. That was also her.

Her hands found their way around the strong figure’s torso, hands latching onto the back of their shirt and squeezing.

The night moved like a blur.

One moment, there was a crowd on the stage, and she was in the middle of it, then she was sprinting out after a group of paramedics who were frantically trying to pack Skye’s wounds, injecting her with adrenaline, and performing CPR on her body. Elizabeth knew that it was a futile and hopeless attempt. Skye was gone, and she found that she could quite literally not process that thought.

The last thing she had said to her daughter was encouragement to smile. To get out there on the stage and have fun, relax, perform. Sing her heart out, and dance, and enjoy her life and her success.

A sudden realization dawned on Elizabeth as she was frantically climbing into the passenger seat of the escort vehicle.

Skye had begged her to not have to perform.

She had said she wasn’t ready. That she was scared and that she felt like she was going crazy.

And how did she react??

She had called her daughter a selfish spoiled brat.

Her heart twisted painfully in her chest, another gut wrenching sob tearing its way from her throat as the van pulled away, quickly moving to catch up to the ambulance that carried her daughter.

“The sirens are still on,” the driver was saying in a panicked voice. “They only keep the lights and sirens on if there is a chance at survival. If they had declared her dead, the sirens would be off.”

“My baby…” she found herself sobbing, leaning into the arms of that same strong figure that she had held her moments ago on the stage. “My beautiful girl…” Glancing up with watery tear filled eyes, she found that it was Darius who was embracing her still.

She couldn’t make herself care enough to stop crying.

——•——-

A few yards away, within the ambulance that was still barreling its way through traffic on the way to the hospital, was a group of paramedics, all frantically trying to regain a pulse within the now flatlining pop star.

The woman on the table was small, much shorter than most, and inherently beautiful. All of them could see and knew it, but there was just something… off. About the way her face looked. Something about that horrible smile that had been stuck to the star’s face since she had struck herself with the microphone.

One paramedic clipped open the girl’s outfit, exposing the upper half of her chest. Another two were carefully and delicately removing the microphone from her face, and then trying to pack the wound full of antiseptic and gauze.

The third was preparing the defibrillators to shock life back into the lifeless girl.

“Hands off, everyone back!!!” The paramedic yelled, and immediately, everyone stepped away from her. “Clear!” He shouted, pressing the machines against her chest and causing her entire body to jolt with the electrical current. The flatline tone continued.

Everyone held their breath. This was it. If she didn’t regain a heartbeat after the third shock to the heart, she would be pronounced dead.

“Clear!!” The paramedic shouted once again, pressing the defibrillators back against her skin and causing her body to jump once again with the shock. The flatline droned on.

Two paramedics grabbed each others hands, squeezing them tightly.

“Come on now dammit!!” The paramedic shouted, charging the defibrillators one final time. “Clear!!” The man yelled, his voice brimming with desperation as he pressed the machines against her skin again. She convulsed once again, and the flatline continued.

Everyone went silent, everyone’s hearts heavy with the realization that there was no saving Skye Riley.

The famous pop star was dead. She was officially dead.

Everyone lowered their heads, two of the paramedics even allowing a few tears to stream down their cheeks.

“…Call it,” the lead paramedic said, and another looked down at his watch.

“Time of death: 7:24 pm, Octob-“

*beep.*

Everyone silenced immediately, all eyes flickering up to the heart monitor.

*beep.*

Another small beep echoed in the silent ambulance.

*beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.*

The machine let out a few small uneven beeps before finally regaining a rhythm once again, and slowly but surely picking up speed.

Every paramedic was silent before they all turned their eyes back towards each other, relief etched into all of their expressions.

“Oh Jesus Christ, it’s a miracle,” one of them mumbled with a soft laugh.

Me and my best friend (@thatone-ranboofan996) absolutely adore the Handplates comic by @zarla-s. It was a big part of both our childhoods so I decided to try drawing us in their style and how we'd look in the story!

The plot behind why there would be humans being tested instead of just taking their souls to cross the barrier is mainly based around gasters insecurities. Two humans go on a hike and fall down Mount Ebott. They travel through the ruins and end up staying with toriel for a while because she's awesome and sweet. They later leave but as soon as they do they're caught on alphys' cameras and she immediately tells gaster.

In this side timeliness we imagined that gaster was worried that the two souls wouldn't be enough and since he had already created paps and sans, gaster thought that if he could study the human souls then he could figure out how to better them and combine a human and a monster soul to make it a more powerful singular soul. Of course alphys is confused on where the humans went but gaster wipes the cameras and lightly gaslights her. I am also 93% sure he'd love the opportunity to get revenge on the humans

I am also unsure how Zarla feels about aus of her au but if she doesn't like them I will take this post down

yoo did anyone hear about that special place? i think men can go there to emancipate the tyranny and bloodlust of their rulers or something idk

(happy two years o7)

id: a drawing of the original L’manberg caravan, surrounded by green grass, lakes, and the black and yellow L’manberg walls. end id

ALLIUM DUO YES

Another redraw!! This time with these wintery children ✨

NO CCAUSE WHY IS THIS FUNNIER THAN THE ORGINAL POST

Humans are weird

Sleep. Sleep is honestly so strange. Sometimes I go to bed at a reasonable time, like 11pm. But then there are other times where I got to bed at 5am. Why do we do this? The struggles most of us have with sleep is unreal. But then even if I try to go to sleep I'm left with my thoughts, and I don't know if that's worse.

Alien: Human Kevin, you told me a human needs 8 hours of sleep a night.

Human: I'm aware

Alien: So why haven't you moved in 24 hours?

Human, drinking it's 15th cup of coffee: next question-

Sick, Delirious Hero

“Lemme go!” Hero slurred, “your restraints can’t hold me forever!”

Villain pinched the bridge of their nose. The “restraints” Hero was referring to were a couple of soft, plush blankets tucked tightly around their shivering body. Hero was currently laying in Villain’s bed, and they were as sick as a dog. Villain put a hand to Hero’s forehead. Still feverish. That might explain the delirium.

“Hero, I haven’t captured you,” Villain said, “you’re at my base because you’re sick and no one was taking care of you, remember?”

“Lies!” Hero yelled hoarsely, “I’ll have you behind bars when I get out of this!”

“I’m sure you will,” Villain sighed, “but until then, how about you take some medicine for me, yeah?”

Villain sat Hero up against the pillows and poured some medicine onto a spoon.

“Open up,” Villain said.

“I’m not going to let you poison me!” Hero said weakly, “I- mmph!”

Villain shoved the spoon into Hero’s mouth.

“Good, now swallow,” Villain said.

“Mm-mm!” Hero shook their head vigorously.

“Hero, if you don’t swallow the medicine, I’ll… I’ll kidnap someone for ransom!”

Hero’s eyes widened. After a couple of seconds, they swallowed the medicine.

“Your poison tastes terrible,” Hero said.

“Medicine, Hero,” Villain corrected, “I need that fever of yours to break, now try to get some sleep.”

Villain laid Hero back down in the bed. Hero’s eyes remained stubbornly open.

“Hero.”

Hero glared up at Villain. Villain struggled to stay calm. How long was this delirium going to last? Villain absent-mindedly ran a hand through Hero’s hair while they tried to think. Was drugging them an option? Villain could always crush up some sleeping pills and slip them in some tea, but then again, it was a fight just to get Hero to take their medicine. Maybe a round of hypnosis? No, that probably wouldn’t work either.

“Hhng,” Hero whined.

Startled, Villain looked down at Hero.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’ wanna sleep,” Hero yawned, “you can’t… make me.”

Something glinted in Villain’s eyes as realization hit them. They continued to card their hand through Hero’s hair, their touch feather-light.

“S-stop it,” Hero said, their voice barely audible and their eyes blinking heavily.

“Oh, I don’t think I will,” Villain whispered, “you need to sleep. I wonder what would happen if I just…”

Villain started to lightly massage Hero’s scalp, giving them gentle scratches all the way to the nape of their neck. Hero fought to keep their eyes open, but they shortly fluttered closed. Hero’s breathing became deep and even; they were fast asleep. Villain smiled. They leaned down and kissed Hero’s forehead lightly, careful not to wake them. They petted Hero’s hair for a few more minutes until they quietly got up and left the room. Hopefully, Hero would be more lucid when they woke up.

part 2