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How I Imagine The Smiling Dead Came Together

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*Knock-knock*

Mud: (Answers the door) Ken? What’re you doin’ here?

Ken: (Beaten to hell & back and holding a baby Mel) Heya Mud, so, funny story, you’re an uncle now.

Mud: (Cigarette drops out of his mouth) Wha- Where the hell did you get a baby!?

Ken: (Paradise Lost exploding into fire behind him) …Don’t worry about it.

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Years Later

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*Knock-knock*

Mud: (Answers the door) Hmm?

Ken: (A newborn Breadhead standing next to him) Heya Mud, so, funny story, you’re an uncle… again.

Breadhead: (Waves at his uncle)

Mud: (Quickly looking between his brother and new nephew) Wha- Stop bringing kids home!!

I was part of the undertale fandom... on tumblr... I'm well aware there's still gonna be a lot of gross art of the 2, but I might as well warn the people who don't know just in case.

Gonna warn the gaslight district fans that Mud is referred to as Ken's older brother, so PLEASE DON'T SHIP KEN AND MUD BECAUSE THEY'RE RELATED!!!!!!!!!!

wimblebimble

joining tumblr and realizing how unoriginal my tadc au is.

I haven't drawn him in 5 ever, but here you go.

everyone! drop your digital circus OC here!!!

it's for something i'm planning to do

It's Valentine's Day so I decided to do something special and draw what I always do - funny circus people coping with reality by loving each other. Also there's Jax

screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to

what if Jax Digital Circus was awesome - Wowowow it's DONE !! thank you so much for all the reception of the first wip . it was a silly idea I had at first but now it took over an entire week of schooling for me so I hope you freaks are happy (i'm freaks) Song: TWO - BBNO$

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

Chuffed

I Am Saja – A Mother Holding On Through the Return of War

My name is Saja. I am a wife, a mother to a precious 8-month-old girl, and I am writing this in a moment that I wish I didn’t have to live t

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

gaslight district animation☠️

⚠️ SPOILERS/LOUD⚠️

where the audio came from