I’m back, for a short time. I needed to come back here for my own sort of closure. Feel free to ignore this and me.

For those who are unaware, I am mostly on Discord these days. While yes I pop in now and again, however if you want to be in contact with me it's best to just ask for my discord.

I am still in the UT community, hell I still draw. I'm just not often on tumbler these days muchless this account. Sorry I keep dropping off the face of the earth, I'm sorry to those who wanted to get to know me better before I dipped. My Discord info is open to all on request.

For now, I offer drawings. Some older then others-

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Shit man how longs this been in my inbox.

An empty house

Silence is golden, but to Papyrus. Some things are far more valuable and he finally realizes not everything can be replaced.

Telepathy doesn’t exist

Papyrus always had a tempter and problem communicating his feelings, Sans has always had to bit back his pride when dealing with it. However this time around things take a turn when the elder brother finally voices his concerns.

My childhood games: PC edition

So today, while browsing some old boxes I found a TON of old games for windows. these are the games both I and my siblings played religiously growing up. I can still remember the days of arguing back and forward over whos been on past their play time, and being petty enough to delete each others save states because of it. Among these games I want to talk about three of them I remember the most vividly while they are in my mind. I just wanna gush basickly about old games I loved from favorite to least liked.

Rock Manager

The first one, is a game I played most growing up. I beat this game over and over, Time and time again. I remember loosing time and time again. Because  ten to maybe eleven year old I didn’t understand problem of adding band members who didn’t fit the songs genre- or skill level, or POPULARITY level, OR ONE THAT KEEP BEING A HUGE DICK that came from it. not to mention i barely understood that you spent money to level them up in a sense and improve their singing.

Young me just liked putting a band together, Picking the drum beats, how loud certain instruments are (from what I remember) and just-allout editing. that’s what young me liked... well that and for some reason there was this dumb song in it that just went ‘ I’m toooo hot the handel. I’m toooo cold to hold’ and I just fuking loved it. I remember the end very visibly, I remember almost every mission. From the spoiled rich brat who cant sing, to the nice lady that just wanted to be a singer, (i think her name was charlet?) I remember the Blues musician with depression, annnd....the chipmunks song that blew up the world. I used to have super bad luck because I always had this ONE musician that would fight with everyone else, or get pissy and I had to spend so much money trying to appease them. It was a great game, and I think it is part of the reason I find video editing such a relaxing, fun pass time.

The Hunting Game 1997

THIS FUCKING GAME- Ok this game was more liked by my brother. I did enjoy it too. it was fun. Hell, wouldn’t be on here if it didn’t. This game though, Young me played it- literally only after the rock manager game stopped working, considering young me and my sister would just toss the games down and not put them in their cases quite a few got broken over the years. Rock manager just eventually got scratched to hell and back so much it would no longer play i guess. You see the appeal of this game is friendly, wild eyed cartoon characters teaching you about hunting safety, Hunting rules, and giving you little recipes whenever you catch something. (or shoot down in this case)

Here is where dumb kid me hated this game,  there’s this rule thats never spoken to you (that i remember) where if you want to win the trophy by shooting down a good catch in each stage, You have to train this orange haired girl that sits off in the corner. YOUNG ME DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THAT.

So i was never able to finish the game, I remember  thinking at one point ‘OHH thats what I do’ after the old lady scolded me for like a millionth time after another attempt because suddenly the girls words of “theres a lot og young boys and girls who would love to learn how to hunt’ and the old ladys guilt tripping about how im ‘not giving back to the community’ Finally clicked...only for me to forget entirely and never attempt the game again. Why? Well one, the shooting was more or less shooting a sliding J peg across a realisting background if I remember, and I was never big into hunting much anyway. Only reason I really played this was because my brother needed help.I remember there was this one aspect I liked, that was purchasing a hunting dog. I liked to get one of each dog. That’s what I liked about that game the most. Asides from it vaguely reminding me of bullwinkle for some reason everytime I saw its logo. You can still play this on the internet archive though. That alone is surprising.

Survival, the ultimate challenge.

Also known as ‘My childhoods first massacre game’

This game was about helping stranded people survive, its straightforward Not only did it take almost a damn week for me to figure out the controles correctly because for some reason i don’t remember there being a tutorial in it, and if there was I was way to dumb a kid to pay attention I guess. Poisonous snakes, wild pigs, tigers, bears- this game would randomly have these fuckers attack you and  I always kept forgetting to check on more than one of my characters, So one moment there’s a skull popping up and I’m clicking over to find something like THIS.

the furthest I ever came to rescue was sending one of my square looking characters off on a raft to find help, however I didn’t pack food on it or something, because next thing I knew BAMN a skull. it likely didn’t help I’d just ignore popups that happened because I was a kid that didnt wanna read or pay attention to helping them survive. I just wanted to build a stick house. Gien the box art-

I am still not exactly sure why my grandmother thought this was a game we’d like it. Maybe it was one her kids used to play. I remember being afraid of this box art to the point I refused to pickup the case the first time. because I believed this was a HORROR game. The only reason i ever wound up playing it at all was one of my cousins i guess had been playing it when visiting and they just didn’t take out the game when they left. Dumb me didn’t know what the game was... but dumb me played it anyway.

Late night work.

Idk man, Quick doodle of papyrus for ya. Haven't posted some traditional doodles in a while.

“Decisions made, I’ma join a rock band! Nyeheh!...Ahh na. Not really. not on my shortened life, Heh.”