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For everyone’s information:

The plan for the 17th, when the adult content ban comes in, is to protest.

To do that, we are making as much noise either side of the 17th as possible, and using the site as normal.

On the 17th, dead silence.

People are saying log off but what they really mean is don’t open the site or the app.

But, on the 17th make as much noise as possible on every other platform. Tweet about it and post on facebook and instagram and everywhere else.

What this does is causes a massive dip in ad revenue for one single day. That does not make staff think ‘oh everyone’s gone let’s shut down.’ What it actually makes them think is ‘oh shit people aren’t happy and if people don’t keep using our site we’re out of money and out of jobs.’

A boycott reminds a company that the users (consumers) have the power to make their site (business) worthless with one single coordinated decision.

If you want to join in, here’s what to do:

Do:

Close all open instances of the app and site on all your devices before the 17th

Make posts before and after the 17th on tumblr and other platforms, talking about why this ban is bad

Make posts on other sites during the 17th. Flood the official tumblr staff twitter and facebook with your anger and your opinion

Come back on the 18th and check in

Don’t:

Delete the app from your phone (this doesn’t affect their revenue and since it’s off the store at the moment it’ll be hard to get back)

Delete your account. I mean you can if you want to, but if you keep your account and don’t use it you’re saying to staff that there’s still time to save it. If you delete it’s hard work to come back.

Open the app or website (including specific blogs)

Make any posts (turn down/off your queue and make sure nothing is scheduled)

Go quiet elsewhere. Make it clear that this is just about tumblr, not a mass move away from all social media.

Remember: the execs don’t care about anything but money. Shutting down the site means there’s $0 further income from it. That’s their last possible course of action. If we make it clear we’re not happy, they’ll have to do something or we can do more and more until it becomes too expensive.

Protests take commitment. They’re a defiant action against a business that is doing something wrong. They will try to scare you into not participating, because they’re scared. We hold all the power here, sometimes the execs just need to be reminded of that.

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FOREVER A MEMBER OF THE LANCER FANCLUB!!!!

I love him

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Just finished playing Deltarune: Chapter 1

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Papyrus the Purrfect

As requested, here is my kitty/body guard, Papyrus:

Such a handsome boy! He's been super cuddly lately, and he wants to thank all of you for being so kind. He loves you all!

Also, did you know there's a CATTALE?!?!?! How did I only find this out a few weeks ago?!? There might be a story up sooner than I thought...

If anybody wants to give Papyrus treats, feel free to donate through my Kofi! He loves his treat sticks, needs one as soon as I get home from work or I don't get a moment's peace! ko-fi.com/rivethart

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Are you also writing a story for Slim and a reader? °•°

I’m hesitant to write about Slim, just because I’m not as familiar with Slim & Razz as with other AU’s. I do love them, though - their relationship has been put into many different fascinating lights. I hope to do them someday, when I feel more comfortable with their AU. 

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I have been wondering, what would happen if a Reader gets a high amount of LOVE? Would their Body melt like normal Monsters or would they be able to withstand it?

Since they are part human they should be able to withstand it. High determination wouldn’t bother them either. At least, not physically. There’s no telling what that kind of stuff will do to you mentally...

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Hey I made a bittybones based off of me and I was wondering if that counts as a reader

Of course! The whole reason I made this series is so that we can insert ourselves into the narrative and cuddle our big skellies! 

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Reaper Sans and Bitty Reader

A/N: I was suddenly struck with inspiration O.O And I haven’t the time to read over it loI. I hope you enjoy (and find few mistakes :3)

OoooOOoooO

The night was empty and still. No moon or stars shone overhead and the only light came from the gas lamps that burned in the alleyways between buildings. Nothing moved save for a single shadow that slipped through the dark places with nary a sound.

Silent, purposeful.

So wrapped up in his thoughts was he that he almost missed the sudden, excited chattering of rats that came from somewhere behind the dumpsters of a Grillby’s Bar. Lifting his head he turned to see a pack of three hovering over what he guessed was the remnants of a long expired meal raided from the trash.

Overwhelmed with a curiosity he could not place, he slid closer going completely unnoticed by the rats until he was on top of them. They scurried out of the way on pure instinct but hovered in their holes, baring gleaming, sharp teeth at being disturbed from their meal.

Paying the vermin no mind, he glanced down at the object of interest. At first he thought that the rats had nicked a scrap of spoiled, uncooked meat but his second thought was that no Grillby wasted food like that. Upon closer inspection he squinted and was able to make out what appeared to be shredded cloth dyed dark gray.

In fact it almost looked like a…Reader’s…Sweater…

He inhaled sharply.

This poor creature. Scattered around the tiny body were spots of blood and tufts of fur. Obviously it had gone down fighting but was no match for three large rats. Bowing his head for a moment, he decided that it would not do for such a brave, little soul to be consumed by vermin. He debated on what to do. A burial was the most appropriate idea but where? He couldn’t bring it to the Shelter, stars only knew how Rivet would react to the sight of a mangled Reader body. Perhaps Toriel would consent to have him buried in her garden. She was tenderhearted enough to take pity on it.

Shifting his black cloak, Sans bent down close to the Reader in order to pick it up when something caught his eyesocket.

No. It couldn’t have been…it was a trick of the light, or a soft breeze. No, there it was again. A barely noticeable movement of the chest.

By Asgore’s Beard, it was still alive.

Shock gave way to sense and Sans stopped his hand from reaching out and scooping it up. Sudden movement could cause the blood to drain completely out of it. But, he could also tell that there wasn’t much time left to get it to the shelter. The Reader was going to die regardless.

Sucking in another breath, Sans reached out again and gathered the Reader into his hands. May as well put the poor thing out of its misery quickly. He waited for the stuttering heartbeat to slow and stop altogether.

And he waited.

And he waited some more.

Confused, Sans peered down at the Reader and startled. What before was a mass of shredded flesh had been recollected into the shape of a Reader once again. What was more, the flesh appeared to be deepening in color to a dark blue and the ears lengthened to a point. A soft yawn revealed sharp canines and when the eyes blinked open they shone silver and pupilless. Sans was in complete shock. Never had such a thing occurred before.

He attempted to speak but before he could make a sound, an impish grin flashed up at him and the tiny voice of the Reader piped, “Hi!”

OoooOOoooO Timeskip (three weeks)OoooOOoooO

    A few weeks had passed since Sans had found his Reader. Immediately upon its awakening the death skeleton had made a beeline to Toriel’s to see if she could explain this new phenomenon to him but she had been just as baffled. After spending a few hours telling of his story and her fussing over the Reader’s well-being, she finally prompted him to give it a name seeing as it had become quite attached to him in the meantime.

It took a few days but finally the Reader was given the name Sprite, after Toriel’s favorite fairytale creatures whom the Reader resembled.

Sprite was enamored with his new name and new owners. While his memory of before he was attacked was somewhat spotty, he knew enough to tell them that he had never been so happy. All was rainbows and sunshine for this Reader. Until he was well enough to accompany Sans back into the mortal world.

Their first stop was a young bunny monster who had passed away from an illness just a few moments ago. Sprite watched in silence as Sans gathered the soul, looking back and forth from the still, rigid form to the grieving parents who could not see or hear him and where to busy holding onto one another to pay him any attention even if they could. Sans stepped back again and they stood silently for a moment. An unfamiliar pang was twisting Sprite’s heart and he looked to Sans for comfort, only to see his Monster’s sockets pearled with black moisture before he blinked and it was gone again. Sprite slowly reached out to place a hand on Sans’s cheekbone, watching as he turned to meet the Reader’s eyes. Not a word passed between them but they seemed to communicate nonetheless.

No words did Sprite have to express the emotions coursing through him now but Sans’s sockets acknowledged him regardless.

‘I know.’

OoooOOoooO

Life asked Death, “Why do people Love me and Hate you?”

Death replied, “Because you are a beautiful Lie and I am a painful Truth.”

*gasp* Ohmygodmyheaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart! This is perfect, and amazing. I love it!

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Hi, I’m kinda new here, actually, completely new here. I wanted to ask a question, sorry if this has been answered already but, what’s the maximum amount of colours a sweater can have? I know that there a such thing as a ‘kaleidoscope’ reader and they can have many different colours, but how would that work? Sorry if this is a bit long, I’m just really curious, thank you for your time.

A Reader can have as many colors as can fit on their sweater, but it is incredibly rare to see. Most Readers are more balanced, and have one or two defining traits above the others. It’s all about what that Reader feels their strongest traits are, as well as their SOUL traits. 

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I wish this to everyone! It’s awful when you feel like you might lose your home!

May you NEVER be in a position to not afford your rent!

Sending good vibes to everyone with rent, utilities and more bills than bills! Better days are ahead.

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When I find myself in times of trouble, Papyrus Skeleton comes to me...

So, I do not know when I will be back to writing chapters for this series. I have several half-finished and saved in my drive, but at the moment I’m not exactly in a safe head space and have lost a lot of my drive to write. 

Some of you know that I struggle with depression and anxiety, and yesterday while I was driving home from work it really hit me. I hate myself. It’s not a good thought. It’s not a positive thought. But I really, truly hate myself. I know I shouldn’t, I know I deserve to love myself, and that I am loved by others, but mental illness isn’t that easy to convince differently. 

And for the first time in years, I thought, “Wouldn’t life be better without me?” 

That thought terrified me, and had I not been on a narrow country road with no shoulders, I probably would have pulled over and had a panic attack. As it was, I was able to work through it while driving, and push the thought and feeling away.

So as I stop at the grocery store to buy stuff to make, ironically, spaghetti, a quote came to me: 

Do what I would do, believe in you! Guys. Guys. I almost started bawling in the deli. I realized, while sniffling and trying to find the pasta sauce, that this fandom has done so much to help me when I’m down. This game - this silly, six-hour indie game - has been one of the best anti-depressants I’ve ever had. Papyrus (the monster, not my cat) is my favorite character, not because he’s goofy or prone to slapstick, but because he cares. He cares so much for everyone, and he believes in the good in everyone. He loves everyone, including himself. That is who I want to be. 

I was scared of sharing this with y’all, because it feels like I’m letting people down by not writing, but now I’m not. I know y’all understand, and I want to make sure each and every one of you knows: I love you. 

I love you all so, so much, even though I don’t know you. 

I love each and every one of you, and each of you is deserving of that love. 

I’ll be back with more chapters. I don’t know when, but I will be. And until I am, I’ll keep believing in myself.  (Also i just realized Tumblr never told me I had questions/submissions and I suck at checking my inbox, so if you sent me anything the past few months i’ll post ‘em this coming week.)

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Bitch be jealous of my mad penguin skills!

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Sneak Peek...

The deer leaned back, arms crossed over her chest, and narrowed her eyes at the shorter monster. “From what I’ve heard,” she hissed in a voice that was nothing but ice, “your brother was the butcher.” 

The desk between them exploded into shards as a bone construct smashed upwards from the floor, thick as a birch tree. All the Readers, you included, uttered sounds of shock and scrambled back, a few nearly falling off the wall rather than face the irate skeleton now standing in the middle of the store, seething.

(I’m having to write this chapter in between hiding from Horror Sans...thanks for y'all’s patience! Love you guys!)

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I'm alive! Working 50+ hours a week with a long commute, but alive!

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Fun fact: Prednisone sucks. In the last two hours I've been happy, content, mad, annoyed, and now feel like curling up and crying. Hence the picture. I am working on the next chapter, just been juggling three jobs. It'll be back down to two this weekend and I can get back to securing the Horror Bros a tasty morsel, er I mean, a loving companion!

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Subbed in an elementary art class today, thought I'd give Rivet a new hairstyle alongside the first graders.

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One more pic for good measure! I am firmly on team Crooks-Gets-Cute-Braces. I'm actually surprised how this turned out - for some reason I have a ton of trouble drawing Papyri.