Tag you're it! Yep, that's the answer 'coz you're IT! TPC members, as you can see, as a Legendary Star Member of the TPC, I would like to tag all of the TPC Members to know you better and I am bored obviously so I want the TPC to introduce yourselves to the people who are now reading this. So attention, even YOU Pink...
A compilation of artworks, especially drawn by the cast of The Pink Community (TPC). This book MAY contain the following: -Undertale -Minecraft -Original Creations (OC) -Random -Fan Arts -TPC Insider -Bad Art -Posters -Requests -Cover Art -Abstract Art (Geometrical) -Low picture quality You've been warned!
Cornered, nowhere to run. Only armed with an empty pistol, he tightly gripped. He watched in a noble-like stance, preparing for the worst, as the woman in front of him aimed dangerously at gunpoint, ready to blow his skull to little ivory pieces, and probably blood. "Don't worry," she began, "this will be quick, tesor...
Being aboard and sailing away on the Frans ship? Why not? Sans being a good guy, a prince, or even a human? Why not? Frisk suffering, genocidal, or just plain nice? Why not? There are a lot of possibilities in writing your favorite ship that I just have to gather all in just one book, because... why not? Why Not, is a...
"This ain't some fairytale where ya'll have your happy ending." his cackle echoed through the darkness of Snowdin Forest. Light was scarce... No, rephrasing, it doesn't even exist in the Kingdom of Stygia, especially to the soul of the judge of the Underground after losing his brother from the Great Underground War. F...
Though their country may have been known as conquest war-hungry amongst all against the world, regret and immense guilt was slowly eating up whatever was inside the mighty Russia. Due to their father's constant cravings to the spoils of war, which everyone knew as the root of all evil, behind the name of 'power', she...
Hush... To the sound of Silence. That of which, it shall not be heard. But it could. As they, of its eerie tranquility, the lull of ever so vacant of a voice, hides truth under the ironically opaque blanket of deceiving guilt. Guilt of a soul, possessing of darkened sorrow. Guilt of her, a mind poisoned to questionabl...