I hate when people criticize magical girl anime for having long transformation scenes. "so the enemies just wait for them?" have you ever considered that something can be beautiful without needing to serve a purpose or make sense in a literal scenario đź’”
Zeus made our line a line of only sons. Arcesius had only one son, Laertes, and Laertes had only one son, Odysseus, and I am Odysseus’ only son. He fathered me, he left me behind at home, and from me he got no joy.
(Book 16, Fagles)
Telegonus can't even realistically BE Odysseus' son as he already has Telemachus. The Only son
My deepest darkest secret is being a StanBill shipper :( I am willing to die on this hill though
Also Human Bill!
Drawn version of my incorrect quote :D
Here’s part 1. :} Before anything else, I would like to say that Gaster and Papyrus are speaking in wingdings. The Gaster followers cannot speak Wingdings, but they have known Gaster long enough to recognize a fair amount of the words in that language. They know what he’s saying in the lab and understand that something bad has happened with his kids. I drew the Gaster followers grey because I couldn’t find any drawings or references of what they looked like before the void. Anyway,
Hooo boy, I’m sorry this took so long to come out. I’ve been so obsessed with Pokémon shield recently I just haven’t gotten around to it., But its here! It’s finally here. I would be absolutely willing to make a part three, but I want to warn you all that it might take a while. :/
And uh.. if Gasters greeting when he answers the phone is a bit confusing.. The idea is because Gaster only speaks in Wingdings, nobody ever calls him and only texts. So normally when he gets a call its from Sans, now Sans knows that Gaster is busy and shouldn’t be bothered while he’s at work. So normally Sans only calls if he has an important question or some kind of update.
Neuvillette: It is such a shame I can't go out much due to my duties.
Clorinde: You could always leave them to me. I'm not too busy now. Or you can ask Navia for help.
Neuvillette: No, that'd be too much. Forget I said anything, I just wanted to know how Furina's doing.
Clorinde: They're hosting a surfing competition for the entire month at Romaritime Harbor's sea. Furina is vying for the annual championship and is stomping the competition as we speak.
Neuvillette: She picked up surfing? Why did no one tell me about this?
Clorinde: ... You never asked until now.
Will Wukong have a huge panic™ because he thinks MK will never see him the same ever again?
Someone asked for hand holding so I gotta give you the most fluffiest elements in the most angstier of contexts.
Shadowpeach Bio Parent AU (PREV / FIRST /
Personal comments under the cut (mentions of past self harm)
Around 3 years ago I had some anxiety issues, one of the main things that I thought it wasn't self harm for so long was the fact that when something that involved other people went wrong because of a choice of mine (even just minor inconveniences) the pain of guilt was so strong that to turn it down I had to physically sting my skin with my nails. (I play guitar, so I always have a hand with longer nails to play arpeggio). Never it went to the point that it would bleed, but bc of that I thought It was no problem. Thanks to my therapist I know that just because it wasn't the "typical" self harm doesn't mean it wasn't a serious issue.
All of this to say that I might be projecting a little. And honestly I can't even imagine how terrible Wukong might feel everytime the guilt comes back to him...
Neuvillette: That was splendid work with 'The Little Oceanid'. Do I take this as your return to the big stage?
Furina: No, no... Baby steps. Though, Being a director is fun!
Neuvillette: That's wonderful!
Furina: Actually, I've got an idea. Can you come tomorrow?
*One day later*
Neuvillette: ... Let me get this straight, you want me to pretend to strike his stomach with my knee?
Furina: Yep!
Wriothesley: The beauty of Fontainian cinema, Iudex Neuvillette.
I can't believe that this shit has to be said in the year of 2023 but if you have nothing positive to say about any ship then stay the fuck out of their tag.
"Are you in love with me?" I blurted out. A terrible silence followed. Rook didn't turn around. "Please say something."
He rounded on me. "Is that so terrible? You say it as though it's the most awful thing you can imagine. It isn't as though I've done it on purpose. Somehow I've grown fond of your--your irritating questions, and your short legs, and your accidental attempts to kill me."
I recoiled. "That's the worst declaration of love I've ever heard!"
more Clingy!Tallest au huehue