Tumgik
#8th anniversary
cyber-corp · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
🥳🥳🥳
11K notes · View notes
lynxgriffin · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
Happy 8th Anniversary, Undertale!!
Thanks for eight years of new friends and fun stories!
5K notes · View notes
leafaske · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Happy Anniversary, Undertale. 💙
I started this as a thank you to everyone who ever supported or enjoyed my fan comics, and what better time than to share it now. :)
5K notes · View notes
llllllllalllllllll · 6 months
Text
8th anniversary!
Tumblr media
Congratulations on the 8th anniversary.
2K notes · View notes
muscleranchers-aki · 6 days
Text
Tumblr media
163 notes · View notes
tlo-avatarkorra · 1 year
Text
Happy Korrasami Day!!
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
❤💗💓💕💖💞✨❤💗💓💕💖💞✨❤💗
1K notes · View notes
niru2002 · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
HAPPY 8TH ANNIVERSARY, UNDERTALE!
Try a new concept idea here. I think I could did a little more but time and health was against me so this is all I got ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
271 notes · View notes
mishkinis · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Despite everything, it's still you.
Happy 8th anniversary to Undertale.
221 notes · View notes
hkartincolor · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media
Chapter 359 - 8th Anniversary color spread
295 notes · View notes
fy-wonwoo · 10 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
[IG] 230526 pledis_boos: it’s okay to laugh, and it’s okay to cry
402 notes · View notes
riftfic · 7 months
Text
17. Epilogue
Tumblr media
The end is here.
Thank you, everyone, for staying with me till now. I've made two additional illustrations buried in the text below. :)
Happy Anniversary, Undertale. 💙
< Load | RESET
Tumblr media
An incandescent future unfolded over the course of that year. Though far too familiar events repeated with frustrating familiarity, they arrived in new packages: some in bright and colorful wrapping, some in grossly damaged bags. Even if confusing and often jarring, most monsters expressed gratitude to have familiar yet unfamiliar lives awaiting. The additional security and a world more accepting allowed them to press on with more comfort than expected. 
Not all were as fortunate. Several returned to lives in pieces. Lost relationships. Humans that knew them, loved them, and had aged beyond them. Photographs of small children they might never conceive. Tombstones engraved with names of the living . . . sometimes their own. 
At first, Asgore and Toriel tried to shield you from the responsibility. This level of accountability, they said, should not rest on a child’s small shoulders. No one needed to know about your hand in the broken clock. 
You didn’t see it that way. Not knowing why their lives had been stolen, left wondering if their relationships could be undone again, only festered the wound. So you explained to them what had happened and why, and swore that it would not and could not happen again. Amazing, how forgiving monsters could be—not that they all were. 
For three months, HEART continued its search for monsters left behind. The moment Sans had recovered, he had jumped at the chance to join Papyrus and Undyne among their ranks. His unique teleportation magic served them well once he had a feel for those snaking, unfamiliar shafts and pathways. Places once difficult to reach suddenly became accessible. Dozens of monsters and their families owed him thanks, especially those trapped deep in the Ruins. 
None of them were Wingdings.
With this and all else he had set in motion to free them, monsterkind quickly came to love and respect Sans in a way he had never truly experienced. Sure, he had been a recognizable face in the local comic scene, the friendly smile at Grillby’s every other night, the playful hotdog peddler in Hotland, sentry and judge for the royal family, but never . . . this. If the swath of gifts and well wishes in his hospital room hadn’t been enough proof, Asgor went far enough as publicly honoring him. He hadn’t knighted him, thankfully—a fact Sans could not celebrate more—but he did proclaim something more touching than that. 
He named a star.
As a human, the first mention of this honor had underwhelmed you. Humans named stars all the time for science, for romance, for shits and giggles. What you hadn’t understood was that, to monsters, this meant far more than looking up and picking a distant flicker. 
Their people had evolved from stardust. While humans had a touch of this magic in them, monsters churned with this fire as their lifeblood. The celestial bodies, their very beginnings, were esteemed with enough reverence to be gods. 
Their banishment to the Underground had been especially cruel for this fact, and after such a long separation from the sky, marking their reunion with a new light was more than fitting. After all, when someone’s name was thought with enough intent in so many hearts, a star wasn’t only named; it was born. 
It was bright and it was beautiful. When viewed through his telescope, it nestled in a pocket of blue and gold fringed in red, much like the Ring Nebula, only light years from a star they had once named after you. 
“i don’t get it,” he admitted to you after the fact. “all i did was make up for somethin’ i did wrong. my motivations weren’t exactly heroic either.”
“Not all knights wear armor, Sir Sans the Star.”
“heh . . . and just what’re you gettin’ at, fair frisk the fart?”
You laughed. “It doesn’t matter why you did it,” you said. “You still did it. You brought back the dead, Sans. You deserve to be thanked for that, don’t you?”
You knew Asriel hadn’t been the one he wanted to resurrect. Even after the members of HEART had disbanded, he delved into the dark in search of Wingdings until his phalanges bled and his magic ran dry. All of you had begged him to relent, Asgore more than anyone. Not until every inch of the Underground’s remains had been scoured did he finally lose hope.
At least now, his brother’s name did not wither from memory like a dream in the morning light. For the first time, he could mourn him freely. He could share memories with those who knew him, find understanding in kindred spirits, and heal.
As one year on the surface came to a close, he finally found the courage to destroy the machine.
The spring sun crisped dewdrops from dandelions as you and Sans strode across his overgrown lawn. The skeleton brothers’ house, a cozy little two story chalet, stood half embedded in the steep hillside behind you. Its stilted, elevated porch overlooked miles of green forest and a babbling river inlet at the knoll’s foot, just as he had remembered. A long road wound atop the hill’s peak, passing from driveway to driveway to outline a comfortably spaced neighborhood. In the distance, Mount Ebott reached among smaller peaks for white clouds in a gold and pink sky. 
Under your arms, you each carried a folded mesh lawn chair. Matte black aviator sunglasses masked Sans’ eyes, though a cyan glow smoked behind the left lens. A pair of bright purple shields blocked your own. Following behind in a cloud of blue magic, the rusty, tattered block of a machine he called a “temporal flux manipulator” hovered helplessly a meter off the ground.
Tumblr media
A safe distance from the coyote bushes dotting the property line, Sans shook out his chair and tossed it down beside a patch of naked buckwheat. You followed suit and plopped into your seat.
“countdown?” Sans requested.
Before you could start, he had flung the machine unceremoniously upward, nearly thirty feet into the air. At its very peak, he voided his magic. It plummeted into a satisfying cacophonous crash of metal and glass, as if a double decker had smashed into a brick wall.
“Three,” you said.
Two Gaster Blasters materialized over his shoulders.
“Two.”
Their unhinged jaws pooled white-hot energy in their gullets.
“One.”
Those wild-eyed dragon skulls unleashed two furious jets of dangerous magic. The light reflected in your sunglasses. Screams of raging power overwhelmed the once peaceful ambiance of nature. You both watched impassively, but perhaps just a little smugly, as what had once been a marvel of science was pummeled down into a flaming mess. 
The blasters dissipated, appeased. Both natural and magical fire burned high like a bonfire in front of you. You popped open a bag of marshmallows. Sans, meanwhile, emptied an old yellow envelope into the flames, then shrugged and tossed in the sleeve as well. Blueprint after blueprint shriveled away to embers, never to be crafted again.
“erase that, ya fat gameboy,” he muttered. 
Just as he reclined in his chair, a sputter of laughter spooked him out of it again.
“That was five years of our lives and 20 million G in government funding you just blew up.”
Sans whipped around, eye sockets wide and empty. You followed his gaze. The uncooked marshmallow you had been too impatient to wait for fell from your lips.
A lanky skeleton stood somewhat removed behind your chairs, clinging to a small paper bag and his own wrist. An orange laminate wristband hung above his bony palm, rugged from wear, and another rested alongside it in white. The sleeves of his loose, plum colored button-up had been pushed up to his elbows; the buttons down his torso had been fastened incorrectly, off by one. Something like apprehension and hesitation lit the small lights of his eyes, so similar to Sans’ and yet worlds apart. 
Sans’ hand shook audibly as he peeled the sunglasses from his face.
Wingdings looked exactly the same as he had nearly a century ago—no longer melted, his body whole—even if those awful cracks still split his skull. They had been mended, only scars now behind a thin but large pair of lopsided circular glasses. Though he had seemed joyful a moment ago, his smile slowly slipped away. 
At his heels, a small white dog panted happily. Far behind, at a bend in the road, a black Lincoln idled in park. Asgore stood leaning on the car door, watching from afar.
“I guess,” Wingdings eased past the silence, “it worked. Kind of. In a roundabout way. Basically, I was right; you were wrong. Congrats to me.” A small smile split his face again and his shoulders twitched upward. “Hooray,” he lilted weakly.
Sans had been creeping cautiously nearer, trembling, tracing that silhouette with the star of his left eye. Only inches apart, he touched the wristbands. The white one listed his name, his species, a mental hospital, and an admittance date—almost nine months ago. The orange band simply stated, “SUPERVISION REQUIRED.” 
Sans’ face was wet before he realized why. Every thought and feeling had been swept away until now.
“did you really come all the way from the void,” he hardly breathed, “just to rub it in my face?”
Wingdings stared down at him a long moment before his eyelights circled up into a cinched brow. He shrugged again. “Yes?”
Sans bubbled with laughter then, and Dings bubbled back. Next thing you knew, they were piled in each other's bones on the ground, happy, relieved, home. The Annoying Dog danced joyful doggy circles around them with a wildly flapping tail. 
From his vantage point, Asgore smiled with relief and found the resolve to approach.
“Oh, hey,” Wingdings said brightly when he noticed you nearing. “One sec.” 
He opened the paper bag and rustled around inside. The sound of pill bottles jostling like rain sticks only distracted you a moment before he surfaced something both considerate and serendipitous. Chocolate. Your favorite. A big, thick bar of the good stuff, the kind that melted in the mouth and made for soft and perfect s’mores. Your mouth salivated as you took the brick into your hands. The two of you were going to get along fine.
“One square at a time,” Asgore instructed you firmly.
You nodded.
“nine months?” Sans lamented playfully, tugging at the band around his brother’s wrist. “i coulda given birth by now. what happened? where were you? why . . .” Joy siphoned out of him. “why didn’t i know?”
At this, the anxious guilt Wingdings had forgotten sprang to life again.
“I’ll explain.” Asgore’s broad shoulders blocked the sun like a monument. His large though gentle voice stilled them all. 
“Your majesty, I can . . .” 
“I am no longer ‘your majesty,’” the great boss monster interrupted Wingdings with a smile. “I am your friend.” 
Dings relented, then, even if he fidgeted with the tags wrapped around his ulna and radius. Sans took his hand hostage.
Shortly before Sans had joined HEART, a small team had discovered Wingdings deep in the remnants of Waterfall. They had nearly given up their search when an annoying white dog barked after them ceaselessly. It led them to a dark alcove behind watery curtains, where Wingdings lay huddled in a corner, confused and nearly starved. 
“I was all bone,” Wingdings interjected shyly, but no one smiled. 
When he received the call that yet another skeleton had been unearthed, Asgore had raced to meet them almost as fast as he had run to meet you—but what he found was not the reunion he had hoped for. His smart, clever friend had been whittled down to a frightened creature with an ever fracturing hold on reality. With the breaking of the barrier, more than his grip on the rift had slipped loose. His mind had lost its bearings into a whirlwind of relentless psychosis. Excluding his early years in the void, Wingdings could not remember enduring an episode darker than this. 
Though warned of Wingdings’ catatonia and incoherency, the king of the underground immediately requested to visit him. He was glad he did. Something about seeing Asgore snapped Wingdings out of his stupor and into a brief moment of clarity, long enough to ask for help . . . and beg for the news not to escape, not even to Sans. 
“I didn’t want to be seen like that, marbles all over the floor,” Dings said. “And if I couldn’t be helped, well . . . I thought it would be better to stay forgotten.”
‘i didn’t forget you.” Sans’ grip on his brother’s hand tightened. “i mourned you. i thought you were dead.” 
‘I’m sorry.”
“I should have told you, Sans,” said Asgore. “Right away. I was torn . . . and the longer I put it off, the harder it became.”
Sans took measure of his heartache and decided it wasn’t worthwhile to blame them, not now. He had learned to forgive Asriel; he could absolve his brother and Asgore of this one misstep. He let the warmth of that metal bonfire and the sight of Wingdings’ tired face smooth over his soul.
“you don’t gotta apologize,” he sighed. “it sounds . . . scary.”
Windings nodded meagerly, but did not elaborate.
Asgore had placed him in a special care ward under the brightest human and monster minds he could assemble. Thankfully, humans had already researched three years ahead on this front. With their combined understanding of monster and human anatomy, they found a combination of physical and magical treatment that worked enough to stabilize him. The rest relied on therapy. 
“I’ll have sessions twice a week,” said Dings. “Asgore already agreed to take me, so if you have reservations . . .”
“reserva—the hell are you talking about?” Sans said. He had gripped his little brother by the shoulders, then, harsh at first but quickly gentle. Tears beaded in his eyes. “you think a little hot water’s gonna scare me off? you’ll be lucky if you get me off your heels!”
“It’s not over,” Windings said shakily. “I’m not cured. Something like this doesn’t just go away. It . . . sleeps.”
Sans deflated, then softly clutched him to his chest. Dings lowered his eyes, melting touch-starved into arms he had once lost hope in feeling. 
“i know,” Sans answered calmly. “and when it wakes up you don’t gotta face it solo. you’re not alone in the dark anymore. you’re home.”
Sans inhaled deeply, mercifully, as if he hadn’t truly breathed since the day he lost him. Saying the words aloud had released something inside him like puncturing a balloon. Everything felt pure and new: the weight of his brother in his arms; the scent of him intermingled with the neighbor’s freshly-cut grass; the warmth of his breath amid the late summer sunlight bleaching his skull; the glow of his eyes against the bonfire flickering strange their shadows. Nothing would let him forget this, not even the stars that began to glimmer out of hiding. 
“you’re home,” he said again, and this time his voice rattled with joy.
Wingdings held him very tightly then, desperately, and with it Sans knew he shared the sentiment. He smiled truly, deeply, never more whole, and hid it for himself in folds of wine purple cloth. 
“you made it.”
Tumblr media
The End
Tumblr media
Hear me now, hope you're listening It's been centuries, least what it seems to me I've been on this road, my eyes glistenin' Our past don't matter, I'm much stronger And fly much farther, soar overseas Finally, see, I'll keep on climbing Ridin' the lightning and I am sure
At times, I really didn't show What was wrong with me, wrong with me I told myself I cannot grow Without lovin' me, lovin' me But this is just the hell that lives inside Tell me now, where to? Please be my guide
I've been goin', goin' in circles Reoccurring dreams, talkin' in my sleep Then I'm floatin' up to the surface I can finally breathe, I could do anything And I don't know why it's all right And it's not at the same time Then I look up at a blue sky And I know
At times, I really didn't show What was wrong with me, wrong with me I tell myself I cannot grow Without lovin' me, lovin' me This is just the hell that lives inside Tell me now, where to? Please be my guide
"Lovin' Me" - Kid Cudi feat. Phoebe Bridgers
Tumblr media
That's it. That's the end. :')
This has been an amazing journey. Thank you, thank you so much for reading through to the end.
I've been considering starting a new fic, a part two so to speak, that follows Wingdings as he reconnects with family and friends and learns to navigate his new life. Plus healing, as well as his mental health and trauma from the void. Maybe romance??? idk. A wholesome slice-of-life thing, much lighter in tone. I have scenes in my head already.
Thank you again. I have a surprise in store, so please don't unsubscribe just yet. ;)
< Load | RESET
111 notes · View notes
hunieday · 7 months
Text
8th Anniversary story - Chapter 1 : Open the door and be lead out.
Tumblr media
Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8
Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!
Riku Nanase: Fuwah… Is the car Manager sent to pick me up here yet?
[Car engine SFX]
Riku Nanase: Ah, here it is. Huh…? It’s the company car, but who’s inside…
Riku Nanase: Banri-san?
[Car door opens]
Banri Oogami: Good morning.
Riku Nanase: Good morning. Are you not with MEZZO” today?
Riku Nanase: Wait…Huh?!
Riku Nanase: Why are you in our company car, Momo-san?!
Momo: Good morning, Riku! I actually have no idea either…
Gaku Yaotome: Neither do I…
Riku Nanase: It's Yaotome-san?!
Torao Mido: I don’t know either…
Riku Nanase: Mido-san is here too?! Where are we all heading to!?
Momo & Gaku Yaotome & Torao Mido: We don’t know…
Riku Nanase: Banri-san…
Banri Oogami: I’m sorry. I can’t go into details.
Riku Nanase: At that moment, it struck me. We are celebrities.
Riku Nanase: From this moment onwards, there are definitely hidden cameras and surprises  waiting for us…
[Cut to inside the car]
Banri Oogami: Well then, please get in.
Riku Nanase: Y-Yes. Yaotome-san, can I sit next to you?
Gaku Yaotome: Sure thing. Do you want some Nigirimeshi (rice balls)?
Riku Nanase: Yay! Thank you so much! I wonder if it’s salmon.
Gaku Yaotome: Oh, you got that right.
Riku Nanase: Yippie!
Torao Mido: How can you eat so calmly? We don’t even know where we’re heading, there’s also this camera in the car… 
Momo: Tora-chan, Tora-chan, don’t worry.
Torao Mido: Don’t worry, you say…
Momo: The more you worry and fuss about it, the less you’ll enjoy yourself. Just relax and let it go.
Torao Mido: Relax…
Momo: Relax.
Riku Nanase: Oh, we can see Mount Fuji today!
Gaku Yaotome: Isn’t that a different mountain?
Banri Oogami: Alright everyone, we’re leaving.
Momo: Yes! Everyone, salute MEZZO”’s manager for driving us today!
Riku Nanase: We’ll be in your care!
Gaku Yaotome: We’ll be in your care.
Torao Mido: We…we’ll be in your care…
Banri Oogami: Ahaha, thank you.
Banri Oogami: …This is awkward…
Momo: Your handle of that wheel is extremely cool, MEZZO”’s manager!!
Banri Oogami: Ahaha, I get that a lot.
Momo: Ah! As expected!! Then…can I take a picture?!
Banri Oogami: Ahaha, that would be embarrassing.
Momo: Aw man, too bad… Well I’ll just burn it into my memories…!!
Riku Nanase: Ah, Look! Mount Fuji’s over there!
Gaku Yaotome: That’s not Mount Fuji either. There’s only one Mount Fuji.
Riku Nanase: And where is it?
Gaku Yaotome: See that hazy mountain? That’s its direction.
Riku Nanase: Do you like Mount Fuji?
Gaku Yaotome: Well yeah! It’s the number one in Japan!
Torao Mido: …
Torao Mido: What is this, am I dreaming…
Torao Mido: …
Torao Mido: …Kenta Eternal Private Property Act (1)…
Gaku Yaotome: …? What are you talking about all of the sudden?
Torao Mido: I’m trying to relax…
Riku Nanase: If you try, it won’t come naturally.
Torao Mido: When I space out, I remember things I’ve memorized a long time ago.
Riku Nanase: You think about studying when you space out ?!
Gaku Yaotome: I relate to that. Sometimes when I’m staring at my hands I remember Fleming’s right-hand rule. 
Torao Mido: Yeah, something like that.
Gaku Yaotome: That’s right! Oh, do you want some rice balls too?
Torao Mido: Ah, well then…
Riku Nanase: Which one do you want, the left or the right one?
Torao Mido: …Left?
Riku Nanase: Left! You won't regret it will you?!
Torao Mido: Uh, yeah… Maybe.
Riku Nanase: Ta-dah! The rice ball on the left… Yaotome-san, what flavor is it?
Gaku Yaotome: Bonito flakes.
Riku Nanase: Bonito flakes! Do you like bonito flakes? 
Torao Mido: Well, I guess.. I like them the normal amount.
Riku Nanase: Bingo!
Gaku Yaotome:  Good for you, Mido!
Torao Mido: Ah, thanks..I…somehow I’m happy… Maybe I do like bonito flakes in my rice balls…
Banri Oogami: Ah, I missed the right turn.
Momo: Uwaaaaah ! MEZZO”’s manager’s U-turn was super cool…!
Banri Oogami: Sorry about that, I missed it.
Momo: It’s completely fine! It’s so cool! A national treasure! A world heritage that mankind has been waiting to see for generations! 
Banri Oogami: I missed the right turn and now my self-esteem is being boosted from being praised by a top idol.
Momo: Uuu.. and you just boosted my self-esteem by telling me my praise boosted yours…!
Momo: I’m gonna cry…
Torao Mido: Is there some kind of connection between Momo-san and MEZZO”’s manager?
Riku Nanase: Ermm, no!
Torao Mido: There’s definitely something going on, are you sure? His excitement is scaring me a little bit ?!
Riku Nanase: Yeah, but the camera is on so…
Gaku Yaotome: Momo-san, if this gets broadcasted Yuki-san will definitely sulk. 
Momo: Don’t worry!! I’ll negotiate so that they cut this part out!!
Banri Oogami: And I’ll get scolded for this. Everyone, we’ll arrive in about 40 minutes, feel free to sleep if you want to.
Torao Mido: … Is it okay if I contact our manager?
Banri Oogami: Ah, yes. Go ahead.
Torao Mido: Got it.
[Phone rings]
Torao Mido: I’ll contact our manager Utsugi-san to see if he could explain…
[Beep]
Torao Mido: Oh, hello. Utsugi-san?
[Cut to another car]
Haruka Isumi: Hello, Torao?
Torao Mido’s voice: Haruka?
Haruka Isumi: Utsugi-san is driving so I picked it up for him.
Torao Mido’s voice: Are you guys with Utsugi-san?
Haruka Isumi: No, it’s just me but, it was all too sudden…
Tamaki Yotsuba: Isumin, who’s on the phone?
Haruka Isumi: To…Torao…
Tenn Kujo: Mido-san? Is someone from TRIGGER with him?
Nagi Rokuya: OH! IDOLiSH7 as well?
Haruka Isumi: Hold on, I’ll ask.
Haruka Isumi: Listen, Torao. Who are you with right now? I’m with TRIGGER’s Kujo-san and IDOLiSH7’s Yotsuba and Rokuya-san…
Haruka Isumi: Huh ?! G-Got it… I’ll hang up
[Beep]
Tamaki Yotsuba: Who’s Toracchi with?
Haruka Isumi: He says he’s with Momo-san, Yaotome-san and Nanase-san…
Tamaki Yotsuba: Ho, Rikkun’s with them!
Nagi Rokuya: There are four people here, and four people there.
Tenn Kujo: So Gaku is with them. I wonder if we’re headed towards the same place?
Haruka Isumi: Not sure… is this a TV program or something?
Tenn Kujo: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask your manager who’s currently driving us?
Haruka Isumi: I tried earlier but he wouldn’t say a thing!
Tamaki Yotsuba: Be more assertive about it! Go for it!
Nagi Rokuya: It's a mysterious drive for mysterious purposes, how about you ask for hints instead of answers?
Haruka Isumi: Be more assertive about asking for hints… I see. Okay, Utsugi-san.
Shiro Utsugi: Yes?
Haruka Isumi: Give me a hint on where we’re going!
Shiro Utsugi: No, I’m sorry.
Haruka Isumi: You’re sorry?! Why? What about Touma and Minami? Are they with others like Torao?
Shiro Utsugi: Who knows. Ah, there’s a small refrigerator in the back seat with drinks inside.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Really? Can we open it?
Shiro Utsugi: Dig in, dig in.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Yay! Thanks for the food!
[Fridge opens]
Tamaki Yotsuba: Oh, there are so many drinks! Which one do you guys want?
Tenn Kujo: I’ll have the Rooibos tea.
Haruka Isumi: I’ll have uhhhhh…
Nagi Rokuya: OH …!! There is the collaboration drink with Magical★Kokona! It’s the Magical Beauty Soda!!
Tenn Kujo: That’s right.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Good for you, Nagicchi!
Haruka Isumi: Do you like Magical★Kokona?
Nagi Rokuya: Rather than me liking it or disliking it, it’s more like whether it’s me or not.
Haruka Isumi: Well that’s deep…Then, I’ll go with that one too. Did you like your Magical Beauty Soda?
Nagi Rokuya: It was unique.
Haruka Isumi: Unique?
Tenn Kujo: I could guess.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I drank it too, but the taste changes with every sip. At first it tasted like banana, then lemon…
Haruka Isumi: That sounds interesting! I’ll try. Cheers!
Tenn Kujo: So?
Haruka Isumi: … Oh. It does taste like bananas at first… then it gradually shifts into…
Haruka Isumi: Steamed egg custard…
Tenn Kujo: Steamed egg custard?
Tamaki Yotsuba: Wh- Steamed egg custard.
Nagi Rokuya: Yes… Even the description in the back says it’s salty pudding flavored…
Tenn Kujo: Steamed egg custard…I can’t imagine drinking that…
Haruka Isumi: Wanna try it?
Tenn Kujo: No, I’m good.
Haruka Isumi: C’mon, it’s not as bad as it sounds. I think it’s actually pretty good, even if it’s steamed egg custard.
Tamaki Yotsuba: Did they have to make it salty? Pudding flavor would have been better. It’s yummy…
Shiro Utsugi: Um…
Tamaki Yotsuba & Haruka Isumi & Tenn Kujo & Nagi Rokuya: …
Shiro Utsugi: It’d be for the best if you didn’t criticize it too much…
Tamaki Yotsuba: We shouldn’t criticize it?
Haruka Isumi: You’re saying we shouldn’t complain?
Nagi Rokuya: The Magical Beauty Soda was manufactured by the major beverage company Jyuurokugumi (Group 16)…
Tenn Kujo: All the drinks inside this refrigerator are from them…
Tamaki Yotsuba & Haruka Isumi & Tenn Kujo & Nagi Rokuya: …
Tenn Kujo: I get it. We are celebrities after all.
Tenn Kujo: and Jyuurokugumi… If I remember correctly…
Tenn Kujo: Well, let’s focus on what’s in front of us for now. The cameras are rolling after all…
Tenn Kujo: Yotsuba-san, what would you like to drink?
Tamaki Yotsuba: I’ll take the orange juice. They keep telling me to eat more vegetables ‘cause I snack too much. Oranges are their cousins, right?
Tenn Kujo: Well, you’re not completely wrong. Rokuya-san?
Nagi Rokuya: Mineral water, please!
Haruka Isumi: So I’m left with the Magical Beauty soda huh…
Tenn Kujo: This tea, developed as a collaboration with a long-established tea shop, is very rich and full of history…
Tamaki Yotsuba: The orange juice is super yummy too!
Nagi Rokuya: This mineral water has incredible thirst-quenching properties! 
Haruka Isumi: A-Amazing! A true magical beauty!
Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah…I got a rabbitchat from Sou-chan.
Haruka Isumi: Osaka–san? Why?
Tamaki Yotsuba: He says he’s heading to an unknown destination.
Nagi Rokuya: OH… the same as us.
Tenn Kujo: I think he’s worried about you. Tell him you’re safe and sound.
Tamaki Yotsuba: I wonder if he’s worried…
Haruka Isumi: I think he might be feeling down as well. Why don’t you cheer him up?
Tamaki Yotsuba: He’s not the type to do that…
Haruka Isumi: Really? I think Osaka-san has a kind, reserved and delicate aura.
Tamaki Yotsuba: You think so?
Haruka Isumi: Is that not the case?
Tenn Kujo: I don’t think so. He’s tougher than I imagined.
Haruka Isumi: Tough? Is he like Minami? He seems kind as well, but when he’s angry he’s real scary.
Nagi Rokuya: Mister Natsume is not scary. He’s not kind either.
Haruka Isumi: W-Why are you speaking as if you know him more than me? You know we’re members right.
Nagi Rokuya: OH, of course. I think highly of ŹOOḼ’s bonds of friendship.
Haruka Isumi: Are you and Minami close?
Nagi Rokuya: I don’t know. You ask him.
Tamaki Yotsuba: …Okay, I sent him a message.
Tenn Kujo: What’d you say?
Tamaki Yotsuba: I said I’m okay, so he should be fine too.
Tenn Kujo: Haha. That’s something you would say. I’m sure Osaka-san and the others feel cheered up.
To be continued…
Konden Einen Shizaiho was promulgated on May 27, 15 (June 23, 743) during the reign of Emperor Shomu in the middle of the Nara period. It is also called the Konden Einen Shizai Law, which is a law that allows the permanent privatization of Konden (newly cultivated land by oneself). Later this system collapses. It is a decree that was the basis of the outbreak of a villa.
122 notes · View notes
character-dreemurr · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
Happy Undertale 8th anniversary!
60 notes · View notes
linmeowcat14 · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
The 8th angel saves the world.
Happy 8th Anniversary, Undertale.🎉🎉🎉
Undertale by Tobyfox.
Undertale fanart by me.
49 notes · View notes
class1akids · 11 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Hehe, look who's there!
We are checking off more people from the 8th Anniversary Art.
74 notes · View notes
mochi-chan-2006 · 8 days
Text
8th Anniversary of the Snowtrapped episode! ❄️🌨️🏔️🗻
Tumblr media
Funny say gex SMG4's video!
18 notes · View notes