#it felt like seeing an old friend

[caliboron]

oof. I just relapsed pretty badly

[territorial-utopia]

Huzzah! It's birthday time! I'm slowly accumulating more and more things I like (latest additions this vest I made and a travel typewriter! Still need to fix the latter one though)

Sure has been a year.

[enden-k]

few memes i drew my OCs with for fun and a break from drawing srs/comic stuff hhh (might post more later)

[fuglyjeans]

I love songs about love I love taylors earlier discography but after 20 years I'm just ....bored. you're in your 30s, you're the "artist of our generation" or whatever but you're still talking about love via high school metaphors? What does ttpd add to your pallette, references to being INSANE? That's your big statement, that you're turning into the jonker? Groundbreaking. At least 75% of these songs are watery versions of ones she's written with 1000% more artistry on previous records. I'm not trying to be a hater and I know I'm devoting so much mental energy to this I KNOW but it's precisely because I used to love her work. I'm disappointed to my core

[pansyfemme]

i have been a ball of depression lately as well as my physical health worsening pretty severly this past week due to stress and so my friends have been. trying so hard to get me to get out and do things and its very sweet but i feel bad because the whole time i’m just a total mess

[msmc-796-official]

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel

[erineas]

Hey/

Did you see 6 skeletons 1 maid updated?

Thoughts?

I was saving this ask to make a little comic of how that last chapter felt but- lets say it didn't turn out how i wanted. Instead, i just dug out some of my old Maid-chan drawings and stared at them blankly for the next days.

I'm still particularly fixed on this one little page:

Mister Green was my absolute favorite and the only light i saw at the end of her tunnel. He was so kind and sweet, and pretty much the only one that treated her like a person (besides Yellow of course). When i first read this fic so many years ago i didn't trully realized the dark tone of this story but i still chose the only "healthy" option. I wanted MC to be happy and free, and oh how i wanted him to give her that. I held those drawings of him for years imagining a chapter where they would encounter again and that would drive her to a better ending (either skeletons overcoming their issues and treating her with respect or him taking her away).

But then this final chapter appeared and it was... a thing.

(Kinda spoilers for the babes that haven't read it)

First of all, I FINALLY GOT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED AFTER BEACH CHAPTERS OMG I NEEDED THAT

Second of all, it didn't look good at all and it was getting worse as I read. But then good because it was a week alone for her to rest and Sans was eating with her?? But also that whole scene reminded me how bad her situation really was so it actually wasn't good at all.

And then the scene that broke me.

I was aware that I wanted her to flee before, but I never thought she could.

It was oddly satisfying, if not a bit anxiety inducing because of the thought that they would caught her eventually. As always.

But then Asgore, and Orange. And nothing...

I got mad that he found her. Which was a weird feeling since I remember liking him a lot. It felt to me like he ruined her good enough ending. But despite that, it makes sense it was him so I don't complain.

What crushed me though, wasn't that she couldn't say goodbye or that Sans got tired of trying to get her back. It was the fact the Gs didn't even try looking for her. They didn't even got mentioned. What happened there, I wonder. Didn't they like her? Care for her? Mister Green wrote her letters, of course he liked her. But then why...?

Suddenly he looked like a fairytale.

The ending was great, finally lending her the ability to choose. It made absolutely everything worth it and the way it was written made me feel like I do have a say in the matter. And for the first time, i didn't choose the skeletons.

I realized she could find her happy ending alone.

(My live reaction)

[spookythesillyfella]

@thecultoflove SINCE YOU JUST LOOVE MIZU5 . HOW BOUT YOU HAVE YOUR FLY MIZU5-ED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! .... Uhh .. MizuFly -ed .. erm ...... amirite folks ? haha ... ?

[nerdygirl84]

These are the same scene and no I will not be elaborating

[royaltea000]

What the FUCK do y’all know about sexualizing nuns⁉️🤪

[corpsentry]

here i give u poem or wtv

[skunkes]

,

[puppyeared]

valentines day pkmn wip ^_^

[kameyyy]

I‘m so glad that in june my (very toxic and insecure and jealous) ex bf broke up with me while I was on a school trip in Prague and that I am finally able to live my life freely again because otherwise I wouldn’t have met all those lovely people here on tumblr !!!

[spaghett-onaplate]

depression is really weird actually wdym i spent 2.5 years of my life in bed

[o-sunny-day]

THIS ONE GOT POSTED WAAAAY EARLIER THAN USUAL, BUT EY- IM NOT COMPLAINING!!! Just was completely bamboozled

SPANISH CLASS VERY QUICKLY BECAME A CHALLENGE OF TRYING NOT TO REACT TO STRONGLY TO THIS INFORMATION 😭😭

( @forgettable-au , go read it 🫵/th)

AAAUUUGH AHA!!! I KNEW IT IT WAS THE RIVER PERSON MWAHAHA all the evidence towards them being friends makes me actually giggle so much- cause why does it make so much sense AND WHY DIDN’T I NOTICE THAT

New head canon acquired… I love how Sans is outwardly mysterious, while Papyrus is just friends with a shitton of mysterious people

(ofc hes also weird- but you get me- VIBES WISE. He is not mysterious vibes wise.)

ANYWHO I really like seeing Papyrus in the judgment hall for fun reasons, and briefly MORE NEW HOME! Thats gotta be CREEEPPYY I feel like its the equivalent of walking around NYC and having it be completely silent and empty, the only sound being your own footsteps. I rock w it tho

lil bitch

HIS REACTION TO NOT KNOWING ABOUT THE RIVER PERSON IS SO FUNNYNFDHEDH hes so pissed…BAMBOOZLED, even

crack head theory coming from nothing but my own dwindling sanity: River Person is a rogue Gaster Follower, following Papyrus instead of Gaster and being silly. NO, NO. NO NEED TO CLAP! I KNOW IM BRILLIANT ALREADY!

I love em though theyre an underrated side character/NPC, and I love that they’re gonna be coming back cause YESSS. augh the way theyre draawwwnn. AAUGH. Fabric…Pretty…

Also obsessed with Flowey being surprised at the boat turning into a dog while Papyrus and River Person are just chilling

GAAAAHHH AND THEM TELLING PAPYRUS A GAME YOU CAN PLAY WITH A DOG, AND THAT THEY “ASKED AROUND” IT MAKES ME GIGGLE SM THEIR FRIENDSHIP IS BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Wait until bro hears about Fun Events

*bursts into tears*

THEN THIS LAST PAGE- AUGH THERES SO MUCH TO DIGEST BUT FIRST OF ALL I WANNA TALK ABOUT THIS

the fact that its framed but in a drawer, its with Sans’ things, PAPYRUS’ REACTION. THE FACT THAT SANS DOESNT BOTHER CAUSE HE FEELS LIKE THIS WONT LAST. “””””IM SURE HES GOING TO WANT SOME OF THESE BACK EVENTUALLY””””

idk gang it all just hits a part of my brain that makes me go

also….in the corner…..”ph”….photo album……maybe…?…..perchance….?????

…FLOWEY GET YOUR VINE OUT OF THE GODAMN WAY

That vine being there + there being such a focus on the picture with Papyrus’ reaction/ how the frame its in is drawn… It makes me think its gonna transition into Flowey grabbing it or something like that “OO! A CLUE!!!” But that might just be me

sorta unrelated…idk why im thinking of this just now, but IM JUMPIN FOR JOY imagining Floweys reaction to the holes in Papyrus’ hands like “OH GOD??? doesnt that…hurt?”

“…Good question!

IN GENERAL…Im just enjoying this so much. In your typical AU comic, itd be the other way around! Papyrus would get some good scenes, sure. But Sans is the one doing all the exploring, doing all the mysterying. BUT THIS AINT YOUR TYPICAL AU COMIC CAUSE of a bunch of reasons- BUT ALSO PAPYRUS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hes sooo much fun, so well written, so well DRAWN in this im freaking out about it but attempting to be calm(er)