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A story? If you insist.
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Papyrus' face whipped to the side. Bloody marrow sprayed over the snow behind the Snowdin shop. The large humanoid bear kept Papyrus trapped under him with his fat body, the weight nearly crushing the skeleton's ribs and spine.
"GET OFF ME YOU-" Papyrus was rewarded with another snarl and a solid wack over the eye sockets.
"Hur hur hur. The poor vice Captain trapped and helpless. Magic all spent from training, eh? Wonder how much LOVE I'll receive from you. I think I want to find out." The bear raised his fists and crashed them down on Papyrus' ribs. With each blow his HoPe grew lower and lower.
He cried out, sharpened teeth barely holding back the bloody murder that Papyrus' throat contained. His gloves became stained with blood as he dug his claws uselessly into the bear's gut.
This was it. After so long. After so much. A measly yawn after training had alerted a nearby enemy of weakness.
He didn't know how he'd done it. How had he failed at holding onto his mask? How had he forgotten how dangerous letting go of it was?
Unknowingly, Papyrus' sockets screwed shut as he gave up. He finally just... Let go. How peaceful. No wonder Sans was lazy all the time. It was so nice. To let go. It was over and he knew it. All his stress melted away and for once, his mind was clear of headaches and pain. Heh. How nice it felt.
Abruptly, the weight was lifted from Papyrus and he thought it had been done. He was dust. Dead. He never got to say goodbye to Sans. His sockets cracked open and he was a bit disappointed to see that death looked like the underground.
His hearing cleared in time for a large roar to erupt from his left. Papyrus' skull whipped to the side to see Sans being yanked from the bear's shoulder. Blood flew with him as he rolled over the snow and landed gracefully on his feet, teeth stained with the monster's blood. Sans spat, shaking his head to get rid of his dizziness but the bear sprung onto the littler skeleton, clocking him solidly on the socket.
"SANS!" Papyrus cried, mad with worry. His brother. His weak little brother had saved him. His 1 HP brother. He stared in amazement, but concern. Gods, Sans was going to get himself killed!
Papyrus stood in time for his soul to be captured and he was forced away, being tossed into a tree. His vision went dark.
When he woke his skull was pounding. He groaned, not wanting to rise. But he had to. He had to find Sans.
He gingerly rose from his bed and noticed the balcony door open. Sans could be seen through the glass.
The taller skeleton paused at the doorway then quickly made his way to Sans' side.
He was smoking, sockets dark. He didn't acknowledge Papyrus' presence.
Papyrus didn't know what to say. He leaned against the balcony and looked down, not looking at his brother.
Their injuries were prominent against their ivory faces. A reminder.
"SANS-"
"don't. just don't." he cut him off. His own skull pounded and he wanted nothing more than some quiet. It was nice. No screaming. No yelling. Sans didn't want to deal with the arguing anymore. He had almost lost his brother today. He didn't want to be told how foolish he had been for stepping in.
There was a long silence.
There was no breeze, no sound except for the burning of Sans' cigarette when ever he inhaled it.
Sans put it out on the railing, the burn matching so many other marks on the balcony. He turned to leave, disappearing inside their home.
Papyrus stared down at the quiet little town. The place they'd called home for years.
"THANK YOU SANS." He whispered to no one.
The words didn't seem like enough.
Heya guys!
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The second I hear the first chord of ‘Wasteland Baby’ I sailor moon-style transform into an ethereal goddess who resides within the reaches of her mossy forgotten temple.
Pictured below is gonna be the vibe “Waldfräuleins Geburt” by Emil Jakob Schindler
Punishment Days
Day 1,
It has been a day since I was put on punishment and got my phone taken away. Tbh though I’ve been chillin its not as bad as I thought it would be. I’m still able to do everything I would do on phone, except listen to music in the car, she even took my headphones smh..... but honestly I have nothing else to do so I’m gonna try to post everyday about how I’m doing without my phone.
Also I know my spelling and grammar is trash so don’t come for me plzz
hello hello! This was from a few months ago (November 3rd) when I first got in tumblr I never posted it, and the I was going to and forgot soooo. . . . Anyway here’s more of our sweet boy!
It’s based off of a page from the IDW comics, I can’t remember which tho
I really like the way he came out! Also Except some Mha soon!
Edit: according to carriec7 it’s issue 13!
Thank you so much for tagging me in this. I’m always slightly nervous doing these but it’s fun!
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses and contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / rbf / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
All right y’all let’s see who I should tag @dragongamer0713 @miss-u-sow-match and anyone else who’s ready to tell people how short or tall you are
tag game 🤭
rules: color the sentence that's true about you
i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child
this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao
no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui
Heart and mind
When you are born
you are given two things,
heart and mind.
From little age you are told:
"Be careful with the heart,
it is a fragile thing. "
"Sharpen and strengthen your mind,
for it will serve you right. "
But no one tells you,
how fragile mind can be,
how easily it breaks
and how tough one's heart is,
how hard it is to get inside.
No one talks about the way
they work so closely together.
No one could say
the truth about their bond.
No one tells you
how it hurts when one breaks.
Just one thing they let you know:
"Be kind. For it is your shield and your sword."
But how can that be,
when your arms are trembling
and your eyes are filled with water?
Some one can explain me this?
(^～^;)ゞ
English is not my first language, so maybe that's why I can't understand it
Alguien puede explícame esto? (• ▽ •;)
It would be best if he didn't find out.
Very weird dream I had.
Dreamt of being a doctor studying parasites that snuck into the uterus of sleeping women and did no harm unless the woman was very stressed, drugged or unconscious, which was when they would grow sharp teeth on the side that wasn't touching the woman and bite anything that came near them.
So, basically, anti-rape monsters.
Goretober days 2-3, bruises n teeth
my parents are arguing about nothing again ogh
i think my dad is going to be late to my brothers doctors appointment
can they atleast argue in the bathroom or something im getting tired of hearing them 😔😔😔
Feeling guilty
I don't know but I feel bad for shipping Shance when Shiro literally had (has?) a fiancé on earth... I'm like, "he's probably still in love with Adam... He's definitely still in love with Adam." But then it changes to, "I still ship Shance! Adam's probably in the past." Like, nothing can get in the way of Shance! Shance all the way!
I mean, I don't know if I should just ship what I like to ship or just slowly back away... To be honest, I might join some of the others and just ship Lance with Shiro and Adam.
"Where I come from, there's this belief — a saying — that telling narratives to wherever you are brings about a good journey. It goes like:
Stories to Scheherazade, shanties for Nautilus. Lullabies to Arden, poems for the Dawn.
I forgot the rest of it, but that's basically just the main point. I've been sailing for three years now. Singing different shanties every night on a boat in the middle of the ocean has you running out of things to sing over the years.
Sing one for me, would you?"
i’ve been told that i seem like i’m very childish (in a good way) or that im more in touch with my child side.
twice..
it's no big surprise you turned out this way
"sirius orion black, how dare you! how dare you disrespect me and how dare you screw our reputation up! you should be ashamed of yourself!" walburga shouted in the black's dining room, making the glasses on the table shake. "get out of my sight!"
sirius got up of his chair quickly and ran to his room, thoughts coming up in his head.
when they closed their eyes and prayed you would change
walburga sat on her chair, reached her glass full of wine, took a sip and looked out the window, the moon reflecting itself in her eyes, glistering in tears.
"what did i do wrong" she whispered under her breath. "didn't i raise him right? didn't i raise him to be the heir we all want him to be? am i a bad mother?"
and they cut your hair and sent you away
"where are you going?" regulus asked his older brother, leaning against the door frame.
"away from you all. i'm done" sirius answered." you can come too."
"no..i can't" the other one replied.
sirius sighed. "i'm sorry it has to be like this. well...take care." he finished, putting the last things in his chest and walked downstairs.
"sirius black, where are you going?" walburga asked, getting up from the chair.
"away. and i'm not coming back" he said coldly and left the house.
"sirius...!" walburga shouted. "sirius orion black!"
you stopped by my house the night you escaped
"sirius?" james gasped. "what happened?"
"i-i don't think it's time to explain" sirius replied, panting.
"why am i standing here like this? come in!"
with tears in my eyes i begged you to stay
"i shouldn't come here, i'm sorry" sirius sighed. "i'll just pack my things and search for a place"
"no" james responded. "stay here! you're welcomed!"
"james, you're amazing, but i can't take it. i'm not worthy of staying here, and i'm just a burden."
"no you're not!" james replied. "stay! please!"
you said "hey man, i love you"
"no" sirius finished and exited the room.
"no! wait! sirius!"
"no, james. i shouldn't have been welcomed here. i'll just look for a place to go. sorry"
"sirius!" james shouted after him, with hope that he'll come back.
as he saw sirius walking off, james could only hear the word "sorry" in his head.
"sirius!"
"but no fucking way"
Do you think c!Ranboo would go blind if he cried enough?
Um, a lot of people really liked my sbi assassin au? idea
(haha what the fuck-)
Here have more shit that my sleep deprived brain came up with
Tommy and Wilbur are rich kids. Like the ones who live in big manor houses and get to go to fricking galas.
Wilbur went abroad to study (read : live a normal life). He's got a lot of friends now, who he depends on now to find his brother.
Tommy is best friends with Tubbo and Ranboo! Tubbo has been best friends with him since he was a baby and Ranboo is more recent
The assassination was ordered out by an anonymous person.
Phil is a assassin known as the Angel of Death. No one has escaped his clutches.
Techno is his adopted son. He's in his early twenties, and is just as proficient as his father when it comes to assassinating.
Tommy very quickly enters Phil's good graces, but takes a bit longer to enter techno's.
But when he does, Techno quickly realizes he would die for this annoying gremlin child.
Then they hear about Wilbur
The oldest son, who has been turning every rock and building upside down to find his little brother.
The anonymous person strikes again
Wilbur is the victim this time
I can see Raph as a female human just getting pissed and turning and yelling, "the fuck you just say to me?" and unhooking her bra and chucking it at Mikey without taking her shirt off and saying, "hold my bra bitch shit just hit the fan." And as she's kicking ass Leo is face palming, Donnie's taking a video, and Mikey's cheering her on with Raph's bra still on her head where it landed.
I had a dream last night and I had to share 😆😂
Ahh, how lovely it would be to awaken and be certain of what kind of sustenance I require. Alas, no, I shall stand in the kitchen for half a hour pondering, for no form of nourishment seems appealing. aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Hi, welcome to hell
Hi, I'm melody. Well that's not my real name but I don't feel comfortable with sharing it quite yet. Im an artist and I started taking art seriously 3 years ago when I first got into Pokemon. Since I'm terrible at realism and am still learning how to draw reasonably good, I'll give you a cartoon style drawing of me. I don't draw my actual self that often and its more of my oc's and what ever I feel like at the time. I don't know how often I'll actually post cause I'm extremely lazy. Well, thanks for checking my blog out, bye for now.
Chicken Mcnuggets
name your 1st born after ur last meal , reply
Some dumb thing I thought about
i don't need the world to see that i've been the best i can be, but i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me
i have so many things. i don't know what are they but at some nights i feel like my arms are full.
i feel so weird when i look at the moon. when it's full i suddenly visualize the whole solar system in my head and be aware that we are actually on a floating rock; when it's like in the picture i took, i can swear it does have a personality and it knows. sometimes it looks bright red, right above the horizon and i feel unreal. it's like i look at the sky causally, similar to how i live, and then i see moon, it distorts reality for me and i feel lost. even at times i say myself, "just a rock", it doesn't change how shaken i feel after observing it.
odasaku is muscular but has a belly because of beer. he is definitely not skinny-muscular. he is long. he is stronger than he looks. ango's back is hunched unless the times he reminds himself to stand upright. his ass is flat, from sitting too much. he looks skinny but it's more about his figure rather than his weight. dazai is tall for his age, he is slightly underweight. he may be skinny-muscular but the muscles appear only if he clenches his arms too tight. which he does often to show odasaku and ango. he is ridiculously elastic. he grows to be taller than both of them. when odasaku gets to be a writer he gains weight. dazai eats better in ada, so he gains some too.
odasaku remembers to shave when ango mentions it. he also mentions dazai's hair. dazai cuts it himself without paying attention. when he wears his ada coat, ango praises him by saying light colors fit him. dazai invites them to the cafe under agency. ango's glasses got thicker because his vision got worse. he sleeps more though. odasaku feels lighter when he looks at dazai. him and ango are planning to move in together. dazai insists on somewhere near the agency.
when they chose different paths, they thought they'll be seeing each other less but it's the opposite. they meet pretty often. they age together.
i was listening to nirvana
