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caelichythcat · 1 year
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bring the beat in
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breadstickwastaken · 1 year
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i have a practical exam in an hour 🥰🥰
im so excited 🥰🥰
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canibeanythingelse · 3 months
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its mistah showtime !
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oldsouloldlove · 5 months
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Dancing with you is like finding my rhythm in life.
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carlyraejepsans · 5 months
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Technically speaking, he was a light sleeper.
Which was just hilarious for two different reasons. One, he topped at twenty pounds soaking wet—and that was after he'd reached for the towel. The joke basically wrote itself. The other reason was, of course, that nobody believed him. Honestly, he could kinda get it. It's pretty hard for irony to escape him, even on a bad day. The way he saw it, though, maybe he wouldn't take as many naps as he did, if he just managed to get one to stick.
...heh, nah. Probably not. Late to rise, early to bed, makes a man lazy or clinically dead, or however the saying went. Still.
The kid stiffened against his ribcage and that was all it took for his eyes to fly open.
The popcorn ceiling of the living room stared back at him through the darkness in all its tacky glory. Now that's another joke that writes itself. It wasn't a movie night at Tori's without some comment about her taste in decor. That always earned him a round of groans. Or a halfhearted pillow to the head. It was one of his favorite moodsetters.
His hand dangled in the air at his side. Not on the floor. Just a few months earlier, that alone would've told him he wasn't in his room, but oh boy, had things changed. He had a bedframe now, not to mention enough self respect for one. AND fitted sheets—that was a lifetime first. You had to be careful not to fall off, but all things considered, it was the fanciest bed he'd slept on since he'd tried using his worker bonus at MTT's. If he risked falling off the bed now, he'd risked never finding his way out then. Not to mention the guy in the other room calling for room service the entire night. He almost retired the midnight snacks bit on Undyne out of sympathy the next time she came over.
Almost.
The kid's head twitched.
Right. Popcorn. Living room. Springy mattress. He didn't need to smoke a pipe to realize he'd fallen asleep on the sofa. Didn't need a goofy hat either to see that someone must've thought he'd make a good pillow. Go figure. He'd gotten real good at making himself look softer under his clothes, but still, it wasn't exactly the kind of magic a guy could keep up with his eyes closed and a pillow behind his head. He just hoped they weren't too uncomfortable.
He must've dozed off sometime after Papyrus left the house and Toriel turned in for the night, 'cause nobody had stopped by to throw a blanket over him. Most nights that would've been fine. Nice thought aside, skeletons didn't really feel cold "to their bones", on account of lacking all the soft and fleshy stuff on top of 'em.
Yeah, well. Most nights. Most nights he didn't have a human kid sleeping on top of him, either.
Sans looked down. He resisted the urge to blow a strand of hair out of their face.
Most nights, skeletons didn't have hearts beating against their ribs.
Ba-dum—ba-dum—ba-dum.
He would've asked them if it felt any different, having it beat on the other side of their ribcage, if they hadn't already crawled their way inside his months before.
Heh. Not like they hadn't done the same with everyone else. Or ever asked for permission, the little freeloader. But he supposed that part came free with being monsters. The whole HOPE and compassion and everything nice kinda shtick. As a rule, they were, uh, very prone to attachment. It was hardwired into their SOULs or something. Of course, he knew better than anyone that compassion had its cost, and he'd ran low on HOPE for a long, long while, but...
There was a ray of light coming through the kitchen at night like he hadn't seen in an even longer time. The kind with a moon and stars hung at the other end of it.
Yeah. Maybe he could afford something nice for once.
Frisk stirred again. He kept as still as possible as they wriggled around, pushing themself off of him—trying, he assumed, not to shove their boney little knees somewhere unpleasant.
Then they flopped to their side and fell to the floor with a thud.
See, THAT'S the kinda issue you don't have when you have no self respect.
Slowly, the kid got to their feet again. They stood perfectly straight for a moment, then took an unsteady step forward. Then another.
To call it "walking" would've been an act of mercy. It was more of an ambling. Maybe a shambling. Sans watched their journey towards the kitchen mentally listing of adverbs. Stumbling. Fumbling. Trailing. That one didn't have a mbl in it, points for originality.
Mostly, he was ecstatic. Nothing made for fun breakfast stories quite like sleepwalking. And well, he hadn't had one of those since Papyrus turned fifteen and stopped sleeping entirely.
When the kid finally reached the fridge, they all but shoved their head inside it. He heard them do... something in there. There were definitely teeth involved. He was about to ask them to bring some goods back to homebase.
The door of the fridge clicked closed.
He didn't.
Then, he almost made a joke about forgetting their headlights on, but thought otherwise. He was glad he'd left his own off.
Besides, it was the taillights that were supposed to glow red.
Eyesockets dark and still pretending to sleep, he kept watch as the kid turned around and retraced their shambling steps to the living room like a miniature zombie.
Halfway to the sofa, they stopped, making a small sound like a grumbling of annoyance. For a second their eyes grew even more unfocused.
"Sleep," they rasped out in a low, halting whisper, "I saved you a crick in the neck."
It took him a second to register that the kid wasn't talking to him. Mostly 'cause Frisk didn't speak. To him. Or ever.
By the time they reached their starting point again, his excitement had died off into quiet confusion and quickly curdled into caution. They stopped at the edge of the sofa and fixed him with a stare, looking at where they'd been sleeping before. Sans waited.
"I am not doing that," they rasped to themself again.
Then they climbed onto the other end of the sofa and curled around themself as small as possible. So tightly it looked like they wanted to tuck their tiny body into a ball.
When they stopped moving, they didn't move again.
Sans didn't lift a finger. His brain whirred in his skull, ready to chalk up the past few minutes to the sleepwalking and forget they ever happened. Staring up at the popcorn ceiling again, though, he couldn't shake off a wave of uneasiness; like he'd seen something he wasn't quite supposed to put together.
Any man would've spent the night awake.
He cast a glance at the kid, huddled in their corner. There was no heartbeat against his ribs now: something about the silence felt foreboding.
Sans closed his eyes.
Ten minutes later, of course, he was out like a light.
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piosplayhouse · 6 months
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I think one of the worst sins a wangxian fic can commit is when they put wwx and wen qing in a loveless sad marriage just for cheating drama because you know if they stayed in a loveless marriage they'd probably just be doing it for platonic marriage tax benefits, which wwx would be THRILLED to do. It's like his enrichment toy to go through all their bills and tax forms and rent and find any inconsistencies he can call an agent to fuck with about until they come away with charges taken off. And of course this takes a huge burden off of wen qing, who's the main breadwinner keeping wwx's part time ac-cunt-ant part time semi legal freelance electrical engineer / witchery enterprise running. And of course when wwx meets lwj he can have the big dramatic I'M MARRIED! pearl moment when he sweeps him off his feet and lwj is like . "What. Don't cheat on your wife, that's extremely selfish wei ying. Think about her feelings". And wwx is like "nooo we have like a mutually beneficial relationship. Like she's the alligator and I'm the bird that picks dirt out of her teeth . Or she's the shark and I'm the remora . You know. But we could be different. Like 2 lions having too many incidents of gay sex to cite on the incidents of homosexuality in animals wiki article."
And then they kiss
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andr0nap · 9 months
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late night were-woowoo doodles
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bbgatile · 1 year
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we were meant for more than darkness
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milkbreadtoast · 5 months
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Jesse....🌷
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caelichythcat · 7 months
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artistic symmetry
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vforys · 1 year
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a late night
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ASMI GET OFF TUMBLR AND GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM. WE'LL STILL BE HERE WHEN YOU'RE DONE
I AM CLEANING MY ROOM. I TOOK A BRIEF BREAK TO TAKE ROXIE DOWN TO PEE BECAUSE OF COURSE SHE NEEDS TO PEE AT 3 IN THE MORNING. TWO STRAY DOGS RAN AT US BARKING. I SAID HELLO TO THEM AND WAVED AND THEY WERE CONFUSED AND STOPPED AND JUST SORT OF WATCHED US WHILE I CHATTED TO THEM IN THE DARK EMPTY STREET.
BACK TO CLEANING. GOOD OMENS CALLS BUT IM BEING A GOOD CHILD AND CLEANING SEE.
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andr0nap-03 · 1 month
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Ok, but now youve really piqued my interest. What do you think Deimos looked like pre-infestation? And, yknow what? Even if you dont yet have the skill to draw it well, do it! Make a shitty landscape sketch of the Son of Mars, the personification of terror himself!
ohboy this ask activated my worldbuilding worms.. probably not that different from how it looks now:
a barren stony wasteland.
except it used to have 30 hour days. i say "used to" bc it seems deimos stopped spinning over time (possibly due to the infestation tearing it apart and making it lose momentum), locking our part of the moon in permanent night. which is. bonkers to think about.
limited terraforming couldve been done since it seems like it served as a research facility outpost for the entrati first and a home second, so just enough has been done to sustain life (which might be even limited to the region around the necralisk, who knows).
they mightve introduced pioneer organisms:
simple, resilient flora like grasses, mosses and shrubbery (like the blue plants we see by the necralisk entrance. the wiki speculates they might be remnants of the original vegetation which i like)
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and a small selection of animals: insects, fish and pre-infestation variants of the vulpa, preda and avichaea to propel and maintain the ecosystem.
which can give us a barren, desert-like biome:
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think nevada desert but in space? i guess? the grass is supposed to be tiny shrubs but i am not drawing those sorry
besides that we also have plenty of entrati ruins littering the plateau:
like remnants of a suspended road system.
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the buildings(?) that housed the requiem obelisks
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and other facilities (some of which seem to have collapsed below the surface and lead into the iso vaults)
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so i came up with this messy thing thats mostly headcanon, speculation and wild guesses based on what we can find around the necralisk and what i think is cool:
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(inclusion of the garden based on sons dialogue (iykyk), attached to the necralisk for convenience. with extra roads. for convenience)
this was fun to brainstorm and i had the game open in the bg while drawing to make sure i got things semi-accurately. im not trusting everythings position on the landscape 100% since a lot seems to have shifted around or is like. missing completely (the roads that lead off the plateau and into the infested abyss. fun!) which imply that the drift used to be bigger before the infestation tore it apart
thanks for the question! i hope this was... helpful? insightful? a fascinating glimpse into my sleep deprived and overthinking mind because i pulled an all-nighter for this and am going to bed now?
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eightiesgalaxy · 3 months
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Susanna Hoffs - The Allnighter (1987)
upscaled/retouch
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levinbolts · 4 months
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beau wanted to show off his tits and i wanted to show off his unstyled hair and eyebags (a compromise was reached)
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linipik · 2 months
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some sketches of Mina Le
I really enjoy her outfits and her channel has kept me company while working for the last month <3
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