I'm Making A Oneshot On This Now.

these two

Papyrus: Where’s my brother?

Razz: Somewhere disappointing me.

Done w this finally- these three pages are actually supposed to be a sequence!

(Fixed a few things on the pages I’d already posted nmbjkbhihv)

More #perirep to come, stay tuned! 💜💙

Bonus epilogue doodle:

She onto them lmao

Ladies! So I’m sure we’ve all heard of the absolutely horrifying thing going around about April 24th. Anyway, while a lot of us are really hoping that it’s just a hoax and isn’t going to happen, we should still be taking precautions. So here are some things you should really remember if you have to go out by yourself on April 24th (or any day!) If you aren’t able to grab a friend to take with you or something like that, keep the following in mind!

Stay in public areas. No matter where you are going that day, find a place that has a lot of people and stay near them.

Carry a long object such as an umbrella with you. It’s been proven that if an attacker looking for victims sees someone carrying a long item they can defend themselves at a distance with, the attacker will ignore them and look for someone else.

Carry some kind of defense with you wherever you go. Pepper spray, wasp spray (which is much cheaper, shoots farther, and works just as well), a knife, whatever makes you feel safe, carry it. Another good idea would be a pointed object, like maybe a sharpened pencil. If you’re grabbed, stab for all you are worth at the eyes. Don’t hesitate. Stab forcefully.

Wear dull colors and clothing that will not make you stand out in a crowd. DO NOT WEAR A HOODIE!!! An attacker can jerk the hood down over your face to disorient you, and, if the hoodie has drawstrings on it, they might even use it as a choking device. (A far-fetched idea, but it could happen).

Wear closed-toed shoes that have a sturdy structure. If you’re attacked and are trying to kick your attacker, you don’t want to be wearing something like flip flops or sandals, because one, you’ll end up hurting yourself kicking with your bare feet, and two, your attacker will not feel a lot of pain. Make sure you wear shoes that will hurt if you kick someone with them, and keep your feet covered so you can kick as hard as you want.

Do not wear your hair in a bun, ponytail, braids, or any other hairstyle that can be grabbed easily.

Utilize your hands, feet, and elbows. If you are grabbed, kick, slap, bite, scratch, and pinch for all you are worth. If you’re grabbed from behind, swing your legs up in front of you to chest level, then kick behind you with all you’ve got. If you’re grabbed from in front, kick with all your might in the groin area, and also at the knees. If your attacker’s knees buckle, they’ll spend a few seconds regaining their balance or getting to their feet, which buys you some time to get the heck out of there. Also note that the underarm area between the elbow and shoulder is extremely sensitive. Pinch there as hard as you possibly can. Also scratch as viciously as you can at the face (especially the eyes).

If you are attacked, and you’re wearing a mask, RIP IT OFF. There are several reasons for this. If you’re trying to scream while wearing a mask, for one thing, the sound will be muffled, and for another, you’ll eventually have to stop for breath, and you might accidentally inhale your mask. (Try talking quickly for several minutes while wearing a mask. You’ll see what I mean and realize that you don’t want a mask on while screaming). Another reason to take the mask off is that your attacker could use it as a kind of gag to silence you, or maybe even to choke and weaken you. Wearing a mask will also prevent you from being able to bite, which is really handy to do if you’re attacked. So if you’re wearing a mask and you’re attacked, tear the mask off. Don’t worry about the virus.

If you are about to go out of wherever you are to your car, do not get your keys out or look at your phone while you’re in the parking lot or garage. Get your keys out while you’re in a public area, then walk out to your car, being extremely observant. You can hold your keys in your fist if you want, but it won’t really repel an attacker. (So, again, an umbrella is useful). Then, when you get to your car, do not get in the car and sit looking at your phone. Whatever it is you want to look at can wait until you get home. An attacker will absolutely climb in your car and force you to drive somewhere. Don’t sit around. Leave.

Be aware of your surroundings. If you feel like you’re being followed, go to a public area and call a friend or family member to come find you. Tell them your exact location, then stay in the area until they come get you. Have them walk you to your car and see you safely off. Either that, or get a security guard or somebody trustworthy to escort you from the store.

If you are being tailed in your car, call a friend or family member who lives in a well-populated area and calmly tell them you’re coming over. Then take as many detours as you possibly can until you reach their house. When you get there, go straight inside. Wait until you are certain you’re not being followed any more; maybe even stay the night. When you go out again, leave the area by a different route and drive down as many roads and turns as you can just in case you’re still being followed.

If you’re approaching your car to get into it, and you see a car parked beside yours with a person sitting on the side right beside the driver's seat of your car, then stop and go back into the store or whatever you just came from. Have someone like a security guard or a cashier walk you to your car. Don’t feel like you’re being a nuisance. Your suspicions about the other person could be legitimate.

If you’re using a public restroom, don’t let your guard down. Do your business quickly. If someone tries to force the door, throw all your weight against it and scream for help. If your attacker tries crawling under the door, kick their head with all your might, step on them, anything, while still screaming. If your attacker is only trying to force the door, don’t try to crawl into another stall. That other stall most likely will be open, and your attacker will easily figure out that you’re trying to escape. You may also get stuck crawling. Stay in the stall you are in. If screaming doesn’t do anything, you may have to call the police. If nobody tries forcing the door, still keep extreme caution exiting the stall. Be on your guard as you wash your hands, and keep a sharp lookout in the mirror. Don’t linger in the bathroom. Get out as fast as you can.

If you are in a building with stairs and an elevator, TAKE THE ELEVATOR. If you see someone on the elevator you wouldn’t feel comfortable being alone with, stay the heck off. Waiting a few minutes for the elevator to come around again is way better than potentially getting assaulted.

Please, stay safe, and exercise extreme caution. We can only hope that the sick people who are encouraging assault are too cowardly to carry it out.

Me, writing: You're a writer not an artist.

Me, drawing: This looks like shit but shitposts are good.

Me, drawing for fanart: make it look good or else you've been a disgrace to this fandom

Me, writing a fanfic: You only ever write fanfictions what the fuck are you talking about

So, TW, abuse, toxicity, break ups,

______

So I never really knew you

God I really tried too,

Blindsighted, addicted

Thought we could really do this, but really we were foolish

In hindsight it's obvious,

talking with my sister I ask why do you love this guy, she i said "I dont really know, but it's love and that's fine."

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end I'm sure that there's a moral to our stories

It's funny memory,

Can turn into a bad dream,

When running wild,

Turns violentile,

Remember how we hid in my closet?

Just like our sexualities did,

So romantic, But you never even loved me!

God I should have seen the signs!

Talking with parents they asked, "where did you find these friends?" I said, "I don't really know, but it's true and that's fine!"

You that, Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay, in the end it's better for us, what's the moral of our story!?

They say it's better to have loved and lost, then never to feel love at all.

That's just a loud of shit.

But we just need to tell you all.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in engaged

Drama will get to you, and that's alright, it's okay, soon it will be better for us, there's a moral to our stories, right?

Some mistakes were made, is that fine? It's not okay, some mistakes I've made were never right, I'm not okay, but I promise I'd stick around for the better of our stories.

Some mistakes get made that's alright, that's okay,

You can think that you're in love

when your really just in pain

I've made some bad mistakes,

I'm still crying

It's okay

We can get through this honey, I know that there's a moral to our stories!

_______

I remember listening to MOTS and thinking, "wow this fits me and my friends. I wonder what would happen if I made it more like us." And this is what I have. I keep thinking, "There's gotta be a reason why were are all like this."

My friends and I were kind of violent. Physically I was the worst. Maybe verbally too. But we were toxic to each other. It's wrong to say, but that's how we clicked. That's how we worked. That's how we liked it. And hated it. We were perfect for each other. The friend group was always mixed up, and for me, I was really the glue.

I try and I try but it's so so hard to change. I believe the song isnt just about romantic relationships, but platonic ones too. So yeah. Based on real events.

What does sketches hair look Unstraightend?

they keep it straightened bc it’s a prefference of theirs and also bc it’s a pain to brush for them

oh boy, time for another ARTISTS BEWARE, fellas.

Be cautious of @/sh0ul_ on instagram, while they’re mainly a dhmis meme/edit account, they’ve recently used @/Endertomb’s art in one of their edits without any sign of credit towards said artist and when asked to credit the artist(and then later on provided the og artist) they proceeded to get on the defensive and start deleting comments. 

The screenshots im going to show are the interactions i made with the user in the comments, knowing how repost/edit accounts get when someone tells them than pinterest isnt a proper credit source, they’ve deleted them.

Again, be cautious of this account, report and block if you can. I’m sick of reposting/edit accounts acting like this and getting away with it while artists from every community get the short end of the stick thanks to the fact that not a lot can be done about this. 

that one fucking meme

please reblog, it spreads my work. commissions are open!

A lot of you dont know this but I'm in the kindergarten fandom. And my favorite ship is Jonty so....

"A Friend" A Jonty/Jeronty Oneshot

"If you had help and went to physical therapy, then you might be able to walk again." The doctor said to Monty and his parents along time ago. Now Monty was in high school, he was taking physical therapy as it didn't hurt anymore. Before when he moved his lower half it hurt.

Monty yawned as sat up. He had always needed help getting dressed ever since the Janitor attacked him.

He pushed a button and waited for his father or mother to come help him into his wheelchair

Monty's mother pushed Monty into the car and secured his chair into the front seat. She smiled sadly. "Peterson wants you to bring a friend to therapy."

Monty groaned and rolled his eyes. "You know I don't have any friends." He said. "Sure you do! What about Kidd? He's nice to you! And that Carla girl! Don't you like her?" His mother asked. Monty huffed. "That was kindergarten, mom. She has a girlfriend."

"Oh... Well you still have friends! I'm sure of that."

'Yeah right,' Monty thought. 'Kidd is the reason I'm in this stupid wheelchair. And that janitor.' Monty rested his head in his palm and looked out the window as his mom drove him to school.

Monty's mother u locked his wheelchair and rolled him out onto the sidewalk. "Have a great day honey!"

Monty rolled his eyes and rolled off. He was always early to school. The only other people here were Penny and The Huxley twins.

They were all waiting for the school to open their doors. Luckily for Monty, the school was completely wheelchair accessible. He pulled out his phone and scrolled though his contacts.

He was looking for someone. Ah, there. Alice. He opened their texts.

~Texts~

Alice:

Madison's mom is going crazy

8:35 p.m.

Monty:

What

Why 8:37 p.m.

Alice:

The dog shit everywhere

8:38 p.m.

Monty:

Wtf 8:38 p.m.

> 3/8/__ <

Monty:

Get ur ass to school I'm

L o n l e y

/Today at 7:10 a.m.\

Monty sighed and took his ear buds out, pulled them in and played music. As time grew more student arrived. Kidd, Buggs, Cindy, Ron, and kids he'd never interacted with before. The school doors were un locked and kids were allowed inside the school.

Monty rolled his chair inside the school. He waited outside his class room. Carla came up to him. "Hey Monty." She said, her girlfriend, Penny, coming behind her. "Goor Morning Monty! How are you?" Penny asked. "Heya carla, Morning Penny. I'm just doing the same as always." He answered. He pushed his glasses up to his nose age as they fell down a bit.

Carla yawned and put her arm around Penny. Monty felt himself get jealous of their relationship. Single. He's always been single. Never kissed a girl, never kissed a guy, never kissed anyone.

But who would love a crippled boy with ginger hair? He didn't think no one would. The teacher opened the door to the class room and let the kids in.

Jerome was in the same class as all his friends. Cindy and Buggs. Yeah he only had two friends. They were the only ones there for buck after his dad was found dead.

He wasn't able to think straight for a few years. But now he was mostly over it. His father didn't deserve his son and wife's kindness, but everyday after Jerome's basketball practice, they'd go over to the cemetery and visit his dad's grave. Jerome did his homework there a lot. His mother would leave him there and drive off after a few minutes to head to her second job.

Sometimes his friends would join him. Sometimes Cindy called him when he was there, asking them how it went.

They never had time to hang out. Buggs had to be back at which ever foster home that didn't kick him out the day before. Cindy had cheer practice. Her cheer practice was for the same basketball team Jerome played on. They saw each other often when leaving school because of this, although Cindy walked home. Sometimes Jerome's mother had time to spare and would drive Cindy home, although that was rarely ever.

Jerome was the smart one out of his friends, and they would rely on him with help for their school work. Jerome was in the middle, Cindy was on his left, and Buggs was on the right. Jerome worked hard, he really did. The only reason he wants in the AP classes was because he wasn't at school all the time, he didn't turned in all his work, and because he just barely made it for an A in most of his classes.

Cindy was average. Jerome helped her a lot so that she could stay on the cheerleading squad. Buggs tried to stay on the same level as Cindy, but he wasn't as bright as her. He didn't care so much anymore. But every single foster family would punish him if he got lower than a C-.

Buggs was still a bully, Cindy was still kind of a bitch. But Jerome knew why. Jerome was a jock, people assume he's like his friends. But he isn't. See, unlike Buggs, he doesn't bully people because of his dad. He doesnt bully them at all actually. He doesn't because of his dad.

He changed a lot. Everyone did. And everyone will. They always have.

When lunch time came around, the first thing Monty noticed was a huge crowd. The second was the yelling and cheering. The third was the blood.

Monty swore under his breathe. He rolled a bit closer to the fight. Two students he never interacted or noticed before were fighting. 'Boring.' He thought. People were pushing through the crowd. The lunch lady was yelling at someone. Monty rolled his eyes and started to back up. He was knocked to the ground. A few people noticed but did nothing and he hissed in pain. He tried to get up. He was able to move his waist and right thigh, but that was it. He couldn't get up to his chair or get away.

He felt someone come beside him. "Need help?" Jerome asked. Monty looked at the taller boy. "Yeah." He said bitterly, looking at the people around him. Jerome picked Monty up and set him in his chair with ease. Jerome grabbed the handles to Monty's chair and safely got him out of the crowd. "Are you okay?" Jerome asked Monty. "Yeah. I'm "fine." I'll probably get bruised but I'm "okay."" Monty answered.

Jerome blinked. He liked the way Monty's voice sounded. He liked how sarcastic he was. He smiled and laughed a bit. "If you're hurting anywhere, I could take you to the nurse."

"I could get there myself!" Monty said, a bit irritated and insulted (insulted that like Jerome would think he needed anymore help at all.) Jerome chuckled and replied to the other boy. "I know that. But it would be nice to leave this chaos."

Monty huffed. "Yeah. Let's go to the nurse."

Jerome huffed as he waited for his last class to end. Practice was canceled for him because the couch was sick. He was so close to being out of school.

The bell rang and students rushed out of their classrooms. "Ah! Dont forget your homework!" The teacher yelled. Jerome grabbed a paper and ran out of the classroom.

Buggs skipped the last 10 minutes of class, so Jerome had no one to walk home with or talk to. Cindy had cheerleading practice still. Even if the basketball team didn't.

At least that's what he thought until he spotted Monty looking for his mother's go. "Fuck it." He mumbled and walked over to the ginger boy. "Hey Monty."

Monty jumped a bit and looked over at Jerome. He huffed. "Hey." The boys sat, well, Monty sat and Jerome stood in silence for a bit. "What are you uh... waiting for?" Jerome asked.

"My mom. She was supposed to pick me up as soon as school got out. " Monty said, looking around. "I have therapy..." He mumbled under his breathe. Jerome shrugged. "One day won't hurt. She's probably I'm traffic." Jerome said. He was right, Monty's mom was probably stuck in traffic.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" Monty asked. "Yeah, but I'd rather spend it with a friend."

Monty blinked and looked over at Jerome. "F-Friend? You think of me as... your friend?" Monty asked. Jerome nodded and smiles. "Yeah. I like you. You're a good friend. I remember in kindergarten you selled me a yo-yo. Would you believe me if I said I've kept it all the way to high school?" Jerome let out a dry laugh. "My mom can't pick me up so I'll have to walk home when you leave. I can't go with Cindy's mom because she has cheerleading practice. Buggs decided to skip, amd he lives in a whole 'nother direction. So life is a bitch." Jerome said. It was clear to Monty that he liked to talk alot. But that wasn't what Monty was focused on. Momty realised he liked the way Jeorme's voice sounded nice to him. 'He kept it?' He asked himself. 'A child's toy?'

Jerome continued to talk. "You know my mom recently got us an orange tabby cat, and it reminds me of you. Tabby cats have the little 'M' looking thing in them and that's why it reminds me of you. Because your hair is orange and ayour name is Monty."

Monty rolled his eyes. "I figured that out when you said it was an orange tabby cat." Jerome grinned shyly and looked away. "Yeah."

Monty sighed in frustration. "Where is she?" He asked outloud. "She's probably just in traffic." Jerome said. Monty huffed. "Yeah but I'm getting tired of sitting around."

"I mean I could probably carry you." Jerome said. "What?!" Monty yelped. Jerome laughed. "Oh god- Hah! You should see your face!" Jerome smiled and looked at Monty. Monty looked away, embarrassed but also because he's a tsundere. "God that's cute." Jerome said. "CuTe?!" Monty said, snapping his head to Jerome. Jerome laughed harder. "Chill dude! You look like you're gonna run me over! Hahah!"

"Maybe I will!" Monty said, smiling a bit. Jerome laughed, starting to calm down. Monty blushed lightly. He liked Jerome's laugh. They both calmed down from how much they were laughing. Actually mostly Jerome.

Monty relaxed in his seat. He felt safe. "So uh... you go to therapy?" Jerome asked. Monty nodded. "Physical therapy. The doctors are hoping I'll be able to walk again." The ginger said. "Oh, that's cool."

"Yeah. For some reason Peterson wants me to, "bring a friend," to therapy. Which I find stupid because it's the weekday, and people have dinner and shit."

Jerome nodded. "Stupid, but maybe its for a good reason?"

"Yeah. I don't have many friends."

"Yeah, me too. I usually only hang out with Cindy and Buggs."

"Oh yeah. Them." Monty said. He hadn't interacted with many of his old childhood "friends." Jerome thought for a second. "Can I come?" He asked. "What?" Monty asked, confused. "Can I come with you to therapy? You said they wanted you to bring a friend and Well- I have no where to be." Jerome said, looking away shyly.

Monty blinked. "Don't you have things to do?" The one with the glasses asked. "Well duh, doesn't mean I want I wanna do them." Jerome said. Jerome thought for a moment. "And I don't want to go back to the cemetery."

"Cemetery?" Monty asked, confused. "You know how my dad was like, a murder? Well the thing is, I can't hate him. I miss him everyday even after what he did. He was a good dad. He was a good husband. And I remember how I found him dead. I found him. ME. When I was like six. You know how scarring that is? Sometimes I have nightmares about it," Jerome said, crossings his arms. But not because he was mad, but so he could dig his nails into his skin. Jerome felt like he was going to cry. "And it's just so hard- And I go to the cemetary almost everyday just hoping that he would come back. That maybe he could have change if me and mom knew sooner and I-" Jerome starting crying. It was quiet and he gritted his teeth. Monty realised his nails were digging into his skin. Monty grabbed Jerome's hand. "Hey, stop. You're hurting yourself. And i... I'm sorry about what happened. That must have been awful." Monty said. Jerome sniffled and nodded. "It was. I just miss him so much." Jerome said. Monty nodded. "I'm sure you do."

Monty saw his mother's van pull into the parking lot. Monty pulled his hand away from Jerome. "Are you sure you want to come with me to therapy?" Monty asked. Jerome wiped his tears away. "Yeah. I think it's better if I'm with someone right now." Jerome said, fiddling with his fingers.

Monty nodded again. "Well my mom is here. Let's go."

"I told you had friends!" Monty's mother said. Monty groaned. Jerome snickered. "Heheh, yeah, I'm Jerome by the way."

"Oh! You're the son of the principal from the first kindergarten! We used to fund that place." Monty's mother said. "I'm Vanessa by the way."

"Yeah it's a shame it only lasted for a few years before my dad dIed." Jerome said, his voice cracking a bit on 'died.'

"Oh, I completely forgot. I'm so sorry I brought that up." Vanessa apologized. "Naw it's fine. I'm over it by now." Jerome reassured. "Anyway, how long have you been going to therapy Monty?" Jeorme asked. "Since like... the last year of middle school?" Monty said, a bit unsure. His mother nodded, letting the two boys talk.

"Mmm, I had take therapy. But like not physical therapy, but like, for depression." Jerome said casually. "Did it work?" Monty's mother asked.

"Clearly not." Monty said. "Monty!" His mother yelled. Jerome laughed. "WoW oKaY mOnTy I sEe hOw iT iS-"

Jerome looked around the inside of the building. He subconsciously put his hands on the handles of Monty's wheel chair. Monty rolled his eyes. "It's not that amazing. " Monty said, looking at Jerome. "I've never been in one of these buildings before." Jerome said. Monty's mother led the way to the specifc room they were in. Jerome pushed Monty in his wheel chair, even though Monty insisted that he could do it himself.

For the past hour that they were there Jeorme helped Monty with his therapy, sometimes demonstrating himself. Monty actually enjoyed therapy with Jerome. He enjoyed himself with Jerome.

Monty's mother dropped Jeorme off at his house, way before his mother was even home. Before they left the therapy building, Monty and Jerome quickly exchanged numbers. It was cliché in a way.

Monty was sitting on his bed, finishing up his homework when he got a text.

Jerome:

What if we put our minecraft beds together??

Haha jk

Unless....? 5:31 p.m.

Monty:

You are so gay.

Jerome:

Ikr

Monty:

aH its hard to lay down.

Jerome:

If I were there

I'd help you.

Incoming call

Jerome

___ ___ ____

Monty answered. "Hey." Jerome said. "Hey Jerome."

And that was the start. Their friendship grew from that day, calling each other almost every night. Cindy would tease Jerome, saying they talked so much that they were probably in love.

The thing was, as much as Jerome was afraid to admit it, Cindy was right. Over time Jerome fell for the ginger haired boy. Monty was admirable, so smart and cute. So funny and sarcastic. It was quick, but obvious that they both liked each other more than friends. But neither would confess. Well that was untill one day after school. It wasn't exactly a proper confession.

Jerome was outside with Monty. It was the last day before spring break. Monty's mother offered to take Jerome home, as his mother was late. Monty's mother would often tear her son about Jerome when the other wasn't around. Saying things like, "He would make a good boyfriend for you," or, "I can tell you like him."

Monty always denied it, and thankfully she never said it in front of Jerome.

The two boys were talking as normal. Jerome laughed at a reaction Monty had to calling cute. "You're always flirting with me." Monty said rolling his eyes. "It's like you're trying to make me fall in love with you." He said sarcastically. "I hope it's working." Jerome replied back, grinning. Monty blushed and groaned. "You're an idiot, Jerome." Monty said. "But a handsome one." Jerome said, striking a pose.

Monty rolled his eyes and huffed, looking away. Jerome smiled amd stared at the other for a minute. He thought about what he was about to do. He decided to do it. He leaned down and held Monty's face in his hands. Jerome stared into Monty's eyes. "I love your eyes, Monty." Jerome said. Their faces were so close to touching. Monty closed the gap and kissed Jerome. Jerome obviously kissed back. He'd been planning to kiss Monty anyways. Jerome pulled away and stood up straight. "I love you." Jerome said softly. Monty sighed. "Yeah. I love you too."