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[herbarimoon]

Lullaby for the Sun pt.2

[pencilnewt]

be honest have i taken it too far now

[zira-draws]

actually drew this one almost a year ago, i think?? but i still love this piece very dearly. can you guess what my all time favourite scene in de is

[mawrrbid]

Hey, I have to go get something real quick, can y'all keep an eye on my tiny Leander?

[forgettable-au]

You said that one day in Sans’ eyes, papyrus just started acting different. So what extent about Gaster go before he became Papyrus? Is it just personality, or does he have any other memories, and how does what he knew before Papyrus was Papyrus format in his brain for it to make sense?

Papyrus does not remember anything about ever being Wingdings, for him it's like an overly complicated amnesia.

He definitely has a feeling of something not being quite right but there's nothing but emptiness.

Back when it all started that was all there was, an empty shell. Core parts of his personality still remained, but nothing more.

Papyrus' own personality developed around that actually, he feels forgettable and lonely, but mostly empty, that's why he tries so hard to make an impact in the world and make friends, look for something to defines him.

Papyrus is this and Papyrus is that, people would know who he is! Then obviously he would know who he is!

He could be a royal guard, undyne's friend, a body guard, a king.

He's looking to be something that people would like, the only reason he's so obsessed with spaghetti is because he makes spaghetti with undyne, so he made it his mission to know EVRYTHING about pasta to be closer to undyne, to have a friend but mostly to have a chance at joining the royal guard. Papyrus "A member of the royal guard!" Everyone likes the royal guard.

He's desperately looking for things to fill that emptiness.

The thing is he does have his own things that he likes and is good at and are a part of him, he is very artistic, he like making puns (not the one's sans makes), and he likes making things! Like puzzles!! (Also machines, that bridge, his snowman). He definitely reads a lot and knows a lot of stuff, but he pretends that he doesn't and lies and doesn't want to be associated with labs, or hotland or the core.

That was a lot, but basically, to the core Wingdings and Papyrus are very similar, but they both drift in very different almost opposite directions, according to their experiences and some other stuff.

Papyrus tries very hard to be a good, kind and positive person even if he has to lie to himself and others.

Wingdings, I really need to start this comics so you can see.

[bunnygirllover45]

How are you a med student AND make art that makes everyone happy every time they see it

like bro pass out some blessings to the rest of us:(

To be honest I feel kinda bad I can't often reply or interact with all my followers as much as I want, I'm really thankful for each nice comment or ask I receive, and lately I can't find the time to answer each one of them- I'm not really good at managing my time and that often leaves me tired and unable to do much. I truly think if you're passionate about something you can do whatever you want. and I'm very passionate about what I do and enjoy, I truly wish to share that feeling with everyone and find people also passionate about things they enjoy. I do not perceive my art as something that makes everyone happy yet, but I received so many beautiful words from many people that I cannot help but feel motivated to do even better. I wouldn't like to let all those messages of encouragement go to waste.

[hidden-for-reg]

December 17: smile | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 495

a small gift for @lulublack90 since I have awoken

James had never seen Regulus Black smile. Like ever.

Obviously, he’d taken it upon himself to be the first person to make him smile.

However, this mission proved to be more difficult than James had expected it to be. He’d tried everything in his book: jokes, funny faces, compliments, smiling at him first to get him to do it back, harmless pranks, and even sending him anonymous love note (who knows, maybe he could have been a sap at heart) (spoiler alert: he wasn’t). None of this worked though, to James’ utter dismay and frustration.

Admittedly, it was quite a trivial and insignificant thing to be upset about, but James’ every waking moment quickly became consumed with his mission. 

Now, as James was walking back to the Hogwarts castle after picking nice flowers for his dorm by the lake, he was contemplating if he should just give up. 

Looking down as he walked, he couldn’t help but notice how saddened he became by the idea of giving up. 

What he didn’t notice, however, was Regulus, who he ran straight into. He dropped his bundle of flowers while the boy opposite him dropped his books.

James quickly bent down to pick up their things, expecting a barrage of insults and quips from the Slytherin about being more careful where he was going next time. 

Regulus crouched down at the same time to pick up his things, and oh. 

James knew he probably looked stupid ogling the boy like he was, but he couldn’t help but stare. He was breathtaking up close. Perfect curls and porcelain skin and high cheekbones and slightly pink, plush lips formed in a tiny o. His brilliant blue eyes framed by a dark row of lashes met James’ plain old brown eyes, and James felt a tug in his chest. 

Regulus looked down and James’ gaze stupidly followed. Below them, their hands were resting on each other over one of the flowers James had dropped.

All at once, James suddenly became very, very aware of just how close they were.

James brought his eyes back up to Regulus’ face, and oh, again. 

The boy’s face was now dusted with a light blush. Just barely noticeable, but it was there.

Regulus pulled his hand away from James’ and stood up, grabbing his books in the process.

He looked like he was about to walk away, and James yelped, probably too loudly, “Reg! Wait!” He stood up hastily, quickly gathering his flowers. He pulled out a light blue carnation and held it out for Regulus. “It matches your eyes.”

The boy in front of him blushed even harder and tentatively reached out and took it. “Thanks,” he murmured softly, a soft smile playing on his lips. It was a plain and simple feature yet it softened the hard lines of Regulus’ face and brought a light to his eyes James had never seen anything like. 

Godric, what James would do to see that again.

[freakylover]

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[technically-human]

So those lost tapes, huh?

I know they're not actually jonmartin but that's all I can hear

[ctkira]

meme redraw

[michsmeesh]

"there was only one bed" this, "there was only one tent" that, HOW ABOUT THERE WAS ONLY ONE CIGARETTE!!! HUH!!!!!!!!!!!!

thanks btw to avi and lucas for feeding my brainworms over the past 48 hours i really appreciate it

[grandmaster-anne]

3 September 2022 Prince Charles, Duke of Rothesay, Camilla, Duchess of Rothesay, Princess Anne, and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence watching The Braemar Gathering, Highland Games.

[meangreennunseen]

I was thinking about whole Primarchs aging thing and while I think none of these guys will ever die from natural causes, I was wondering, but what happens with Primarch once they die? We had more than few instances of killed Primarchs, so what happens with them afterwards?

We do know these fuckers are warp essence Big E took from Immaterium and divided into 20 pieces, putting each one into vat grown genetically enchanted human body. That's how Primarchs were made, so now I think, once one is killed, does their warp essence travel back to the Immaterium? It should, where else that energy would go? In that case, can one's former essence be found roaming the warp? Just like alive Primarchs who offed themselves to the warp or daemon primarchs who chose to reside in Eye of Terror, maybe dead Primarchs are chilling somewhere there too, like ghosts of former selves, with barely any memory or goal, maybe centuries slowly erasing their conciousness which made them a person they were, until there's nothing left?

Just interesting to think about souls of dead Primarchs back in the warp still representing strong qualities they did while in flesh, but more ambigious, less concrete, less connected to realspace...

[zira-draws]

drew this for pride month and forgot to post it here, oopsie

[luonnonoikukas]

Cardio for me and you~