#Uppercase to Lowercase

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[pleaseremembertoforgetme]

this is super rushed but i wanted to post something for valentine's day. click on the image for better quality

[unbfacts]

In traditional printing, capital letters were stored in an upper case above the small letters' lower case, leading to the terms "uppercase" and "lowercase."

[lilac-dreamxxz]

hii can u do just the full alphabet of cursive capital and lowercase letters? thank u love 🎀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓧

⠀⠀𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

divider ctto !

[zerotab]

does pizza tower fandom like the bobs. does anyone even care abt em outside of their cameo in the vigi fight plz say yesssss

[feralwetcat]

...is Fenris a glorified furry?

[angelxd-3303]

Hellu it me again! Now I noticed that Luigi (as a kid) hangs out with E. Gadd and polterpup but would Mario (teen) hang out with Toad and Mia (the kitty) and start acting like a child like he's supposed to be.

I forgot about the Boos and Gooigi but that's ok because I think Mario would because to see a clone of himself or dead people.

Just let the baby be happy!

[pwurrz]

Quincamo Week Day 1 - (Winter) Domesticity:

“mr. quincy..?”

it had only been a few mere minutes since quincy left the bed, but already a certain serpent was calling for him, his voice thick with sleep.

quincy had left their shared ‘nest’ of blankets and warmth to brew yakumo some of his favourite tea, monopolizing one of the rare moments yakumo was awake and slightly coherent. usually, during his brumation period, the serpent would sleep for days at a time, and the rare occasions he did wake up, he was sluggish and fighting off sleep; barely able to keep his eyes open for long enough to drink water before falling back into a deep sleep.

this was the second winter the two of them had spent together, and quincy had grown to enjoy their little tradition. winter, aside from kleinmas, was a slow and uneventful season, mainly consisting of daily patrols through the mountains to make sure any adventurous souls hadn’t tried to cross the barrier he put in place to keep the elemental spirits at bay. coming home to yakumo was a welcome change in his now stagnant and familiar routine.

however, the weather was getting steadily warmer as of late, signalling the end of winter and thus, the end of yakumo’s brumation. which explained how he had enough energy to make his way, albeit slowly, out of bed and into the kitchen.

quincy turned at the sound of shuffling footsteps to see a very sleepy and very disgruntled serpent standing behind him, yawning widely in a way that showed off his fangs. donning one of the forest guardian’s soft, oversized sweaters, a plush eye mask that had been pushed up into his messy hair, and a pair of fuzzy, slipper-like socks on his feet, yakumo was the pinnacle of comfort.

“the bed started to get cold..” another yawn. “what are you doing?”

quincy gestured towards the boiling pot on the stove, which made yakumo pause and blink a few times, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes before peering around the larger man to follow his movement. though, as if he couldn’t help it, he soon wrapped his arms around quincy’s waist, mirroring the habit quincy had of standing behind yakumo and embracing him while watching him cook.

apparently, the serpent was feeling enough like himself that he started to fret over being taken care of. it made quincy smile, even if it was troublesome, to see the younger man acting like his usual self again.

“is that.. my favourite? y-you didn’t have to-” yakumo starts to protest, but he’s cut off by quincy turning around and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. it makes the serpent stop in his tracks, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion while a blush quickly rises on his cheeks. his response is so unbearably endearing, it makes quincy want to kiss him again. and so, he does.

without waiting for yakumo’s brain to catch up to the affectionate gestures, quincy turns around once more and begins pouring a cup of tea for the both of them.

“i wanted some tea. figured i should make some for you as well.” the forest guardian responded, nonchalant in the way he usually was when he did something nice for yakumo. a little white lie goes a long way in situations like this. “come on, let’s get you back to bed. i’ll brush your hair while we wait for the tea to cool.”

the smaller man smiled softly at the mention of quincy brushing his hair. it was no secret he loved having his hair played with, and he would let out small noises resembling purrs when anyone so much as touched his head gently.

“a-alright..” a third yawn. yakumo had definitely used up his small amount of energy by this point. “but just you wait… i’ll return the favour… s-soon..”

quincy chuckled, careening a quickly fading, sleepy serpent back into his side so he wouldn’t accidentally tumble over or trip over his own feet.

“i’m sure you will, little serpent.”

[empydoc]

that isn’t me. [a “self-aware” angel concept]

“Angel? Have you seen my jacket?”

it doesn’t take a genius to gather if it is or isn’t themselves when they look in the mirror. at least, at face value. nobody shares your face as much as it is your own.

you might have a twin or a sibling that looks like you. they aren’t you, though. they don’t have your blemishes or your teeth. not your hair or your eyebrows. none of those little details.

some people might wake up and look in the mirror and think ‘wow. i look so different today.’ and go about it.

i can’t. that isn’t me. that isn’t my face.

“Angel?”

he opens the door and i look away from their reflection.

“What was the question?” I smile bashfully. He gives me a faux annoyed look- one that feels like it should be gentle, but in some way there’s judgement there. Is that something they’ve come to terms with? Something I should find endearing?

“Have you seen my jacket?” He appears to repeat, his tone softer. I give a general scan of the room, their fingers playing with the sleeves of my shirt before I shake my head.

“No,” I reply, “I’m sorry. Maybe you left it at work?”

He pauses, giving me a look that holds what I could consider confusion. He’s leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms.

there’s a silence in the pause that i don’t like. what did i say that sounded wrong? what would this person say instead? how do you pretend to be other than yourself?

He then interrupts the discomforting silence.

“That’s definitely possible. I’ll look when I go in.”

I nod, thinking the conversation would end at that point, but it doesn’t. There’s only a short pause before he tilts his head to the side, his eyes softening.

my- or, their- heart is pounding.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He asks.

it’s at this point i realise i don’t actually know this man’s name, but it feels as though it’s on the tip of my tongue. i look back at him almost dumbfounded, looking over his face for an answer to a question i hadn’t asked.

“Yeah.” I lie through my teeth, “when’re you leaving?”

“Five minutes?” He responds, before insisting upon the previous question, “are you sure?”

then is when i realise.

“David,” I smile, “don’t worry. I have, like, a little headache. Not even that.”

David looks at me quietly. He doesn’t seem satisfied, but not because of my poor excuse. Instead, it’s as though he’s heard news he couldn’t hear.

“Okay,” he then says, practically a whisper- “rest up.”

He leaves the room and I blink a few times.

there’s an air of confusion to me. a man who calls me angel. david. a person who isn’t me. angel.

i look back at the mirror. it feels a bit clearer now. not a smudge. my hand reaches out and presses fingertips against the surface, leaving prints.

i pull away and whisper to myself words i don’t speak.

“You aren’t me.”

I then respond.

“Pretend to be so.”

[aka-indulgence]

Google how do you get pver anxiety paralysis

[gillipopmoji-archived]

if you follow my non-emoji blog you might've predicted this but wee hyperfixation go brr have some trafficmojis

[thedoise]

NO WAY

[polarpace]

some bobs doodles. and also closeups of the main ones :D

bonus: OG mspaint sketch of that one pic

[natjennie]

thinking about ghosts. and houses. and family. and homes. and orpheus. and eurydice. and the undead. and the dead. and the soon to be dead. and the undying. and the unliving. and ghosts. mostly ghosts.

[confused-book-noises]

Hear me out: Cas calls Dean angel as a pet name

[poetryqueer]

one of my only spelling errors in my dissertation feedback being one use of lowercase g in reference to the Christian God and getting back "It is common practice (perhaps problematic in this context!) to capitalise ‘god’ in Christian contexts" can be something so special