Woah! I actually do draw stuff! Here's a small lineup of the main dudes in a DSMP Gravity Falls AU I began writing forever ago. I miss it so much and might continue it.
(also the little guy on Phil's shoulder is a wonderful gift from my friend, who decided to draw a bunch of silly fellers all about the canvas)
Also a small doodle of Ranboo before he was brought into the silly found family. Man's got mad cryptid vibes and I am all here for it.
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no thoughts, head empty, reader who can’t cook. like i imagine everyone on the server can cook to varying levels of quality but in the end it is all edible no matter what they do. but not reader-
it can be angsty if you would so desire, like maybe reader was raised by dream and never learned to cook because he wanted them to be completely dependent on him for survival or maybe reader is a workaholic who never had the time to teach themself and therefore is used to just eating vegetables and horribly undercooked and/or overcooked meat that they’ve developed an immunity to the side effects because of how much their body is used to it. or maybe it’s just haha funny and a running joke that reader can’t cook (maybe they’re a blaze hybrid with hotter flames than most and therefore can’t get the temperature right for cooking, your choice!).
it’s just a fun little idea i came up with that i’m giving you full reign to have fun with :D
yours truly,
gremlin anon
This is a mood except I am a great cook /hj
Fic type: Headcannons
Characters: SBI (Philza, Techno, Tommy, Wilbur)
Fandom: DSMP
"How do you live like this" was the first thing Philza said when he walked through the door. He was only mildly disappointed (after all, he did have to teach Wilbur and Tommy to cook)
Mostly because you were frantically opening windows and fanning out smoke with a hand towel.
In your defense, you were a blaze hybrid like Sapnap and had FAR less control over the flames you could create
He takes over to at least make you something edible, especially after you burnt a steak into a charred piece of meat.
Techno honestly just found it amusing to watch you struggle because you're just a hilariously bad cook.
Will he make you something to eat when you inevitably under or overcook something? Probably. He might not care that much.
He does feel a bit bad, but overall he thinks that you getting angry enough to through whatever you were making out the window is the funniest thing he ever saw
Wilbur CAN cook, but doesn't like to and honestly coukd care less about how badly you do
L'manburg Wilbur specifically would probably offer to help
Ghostbur would try to cheer you up and keep you from throwing a rock hard piece of meat at a wall
Revivedbur? He'd make fun of you. Guaranteed. No question. He thinks its hilarious how bad you are, but unlike Techno he would actively tease you about it
Tommy is also a bad cook. No contest. But he IS better than you are.
He doesn't make fun of you per se, but he will yell at you to get out of kitchen so he can at least make EDIBLE food
He's not too mean about it, and he finds it mildly annoying that you're this terrible
But he also thinks it's just a bit funny too
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C!Techno being a really big pig is my favorite Techno design but having C!Techno be an accurate boar size? *chefs kiss*
*thinks of big hugs*
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thinking about the events of the dsmp hundreds of years later being just a bunch of stories.
In a village nestled between tall pines children play Manberg Vs Pogtopia, the names of nations and reasons for war long forgotten as they hit each other with sticks and tackle their friends to warm summer grass.
When their mothers tuck them in that night they tell them stories of a snowy wasteland, so ancient it still holds the scars of long wars forgotten. They tell them of the wasteland’s inhabitant, the greatest warrior this world has ever seen. His name is lost to history but warriors still pray to him on the eve of battle and tie ravens feathers in their hair in his honor.
If the children misbehaved that day their mothers tell them a different story, one of a masked man who steals bad children and drowns them in the sea.
There’s a crater a few miles east of the village in the middle of the marshlands up by a glittering ocean. The crater is so deep that you can throw rocks off the edge and never hear them hit the bottom. Legend says that once upon a time the goddess of death had a son who walked this earth and when he died in her rage and grief she tore into the city that once stood there with her bare hands and ripped it from the earth leaving nothing but a crater behind.
On long sunny evenings in the inns that dot the coastline bards tell stories of a cursed city of gold and glass buried in the heart of a desert where it snows. They whisper the city is full of riches but nobody who looks for it ever comes back.
On stormy nights the Bards tell a different story, a story of a town that sits over a slumbering god. Strange things happen there. Red vines sport up over night. If you listen closely, the people say you can hear them talk. Everyone there has red eyes and cold cold hands.
If you start at dawn and ride in the opposite direction of the carter you can reach the vault before nightfall. The locals claim it used to hold a faceless god guarded by a king but time has weathered the vault’s defenses and the towns children dare each other inside its walls, running though the tight passages.
An old fairytale says if you follow a small barely visible path from the doors of a vault beyond you’ll reach a forest full of trees so overgrown they block the sun. The fairytale says if you walk to the heart of the forrest there’s a prince sleeping there, nestled in the flowers and weeds. The fairytale says his true love and his knights are long dead. The fairytale says he dreams the whole world in existence. The fairytale says a lot of things but nobody really believes it.
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