#Uppercase to Lowercase

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[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!

[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

[lvminisciel]

You are a god, and i am your scales.

not even close to a compliance, 

i am but mere scales, flocked around

bits of me will soon fall into the abyss

as you soared with your grace

amidst grayish hue

dutifully, every single being within me

shall worship you with no argue, unquestioning, unyielding.

not even close to an envoy, 

i live on day by day

believing that i am covering you, safeguarding, protecting—

even when Your might is greater than all of us combined 

i am but a mere mortal devoting my insignificant existence to you, 

an omnipotent immortal who shall rule this bountiful land 

dutifully i tread my path

whatever appeal you shall i serve

i am more than grateful to be alive within your grasp

please do use me to your heart's desire

a being dedicated to you and only you

if it is death you adore,

my carcass shall be handed to you on a silver platter

if it is life you crave,

then i shall travel between realms

even if it meant trapping my soul in the process

if it is love you yearn

then i repent, my Lord,

for i have none to give

nor do a temporal frame such as i

deserving of such decorum 

please forgive my incompetence, your Highness

you may have my skull in exchange, if you wish

[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

[pinkfey]

went back and retyped my last post in lowercase instead of capitals because i am a meek and distinguished young lady with a great many manners. myriads of manners. an abundance of manners 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[the-unconquered-queen]

Before I forget again, Just Around the Riverbend from Pocahontas is THE Blades MC anthem. Framing the longing for a more exciting life than the one she's always known as looking to what's just around the riverbend is something that might as well have been written for MC specifically, in both the metaphorical and the literal sense. I mean–

You see it. You get it. Come on now.