What’s Left On The Battlefield - Welder Wings

Gaster headcanons. What if they deleted themself when they has known about playability of their world. What if they wanted to be “dead”. Uranus. Jupiter. Moon.

Random Diary Entry

There are a lot of things I would like to share with people. To explain to people that I like. I’d like to say why am I so scared to coming to close with them, or why I joke about suicide 24/7. I just don’t think that those essays about my idiocity will be appropriate in the situations. I don’t think I’ll ever share something that deep inside me with anyone of them. I don’t want to think I’m weird or to be scared. I want to see smiles on their faces and hear their laugh and I’d like to share something back, but I cannot give anything. Atleast anything nice or funny. Maybe I’m just too bad as a companion, haha.

I would like to share all I want with them, but I’m scared. I don’t want to think I’m weak or broken. Even if I am, there no need for them to know. Sometimes I imagine stuff like that In my head and it never sounds good, huh. Maybe I just miss something important.

Funny how many aspects of my life still feel the same way although multiple years have passed. Guess some things never change.

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Venus

I found myself actually enjoying comics today, and wound up making these.

Each icon is 200x200.

Free to use. Credit appreciated but not required.

draco and luna moving in

• the malfoy manor was always decorated in a very specific way, and everything in it had its own place • so draco is used to dark paintings and black or white or pewter statuettes of snakes and high ceilings and empty space • when he first visits luna’s home, he sees the gaping holes in the walls and ceilings, haphazardly patched with wood and stone and feels guilty • then she says “it’s not much, but it’s home” so brightly, arms outstretched and beaming with pride • pride for the hand-painted sunflowers over the wooden walls, for the tea kettle always singing on the stove, and for the homemade quilts with pastel shapes crafted by her mother’s wand • there’s a warmth that reminds him of his mother holding him by the fire or his father reading a story at his bedside • but instead of being attached to moments and people, it’s permeates through the entire house, in everything that stands and rattles in the wind • he finds homemade soaps and hand-brewed hair potions that smell like lavender and melon and mint in the bathroom • luna asks him if there are any scents that he likes in particular when she finds him sniffing at everything in the cabinet • the next week, he finds a little green bottle labeled “draco” that smells like sandalwood and vanilla • the first few times he woke up to find her cooking breakfast naked, he’d flush and bring her a robe to which she’d just reply, “i like it this way, silly” • he finds out that she likes to do everything naked, from painting, leaving her torso and thighs covered in bright yellows and blues, to gardening, leaving her feet and forearms streaked with grass and dirt • he learns not to mind; in fact, he learns to love it, and he learns why she tastes so much like earth • he misses the manor and the lavish life he once had • but when he and luna are curled up on the couch, his shirt ridden up on his stomach and her eyelashes tickling him, he finds that this sort of life is much more abundant than he’d have ever guessed

@v-diggety​ 🎂🎂🎂HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎂🎂

Soulmates aren’t always mutual, right?

You know it's funny how I thought I could overcome this. I guess growing up in a toxic home environment and shitty school really messed me up. Like imagine being scared of a person who gives you a sense of comfort and does things to ensure your well-being. Imagine closing your eyes, while their hand gently touches the back of your head and rather than feeling comfort feeling terror. Like a trap I should escape. Being taken care of is indeed a strange feeling. I guess I'm too scared to feel hurt again, to feel this empty care again.

This person, I cannot describe how great they are enough. I feel like they deserve so much more that they have. The sense of comfort, of calmness, acceptance and what seems like genuine care is unmeasurable. Just thinking about them makes me feel like home, and yet it is painful as it feels like it is something I will never truly touch and feel. We are great companions. I would lie if I would state the opposite.

Yesterday, I pushed the person away, not too far away but still as if trying to create distance. I regret it in less than 10 minutes. I still do. And I have just promised not to regret anything when this year has started. I remembered why I hated having feelings in middle school, haha. They are unbearable. Where have a gone the wrong path? I-I did not agree to this. I don't want to go through this pain all over again. Why does it feel so good to be around them? Why can't I just move on already? I know they care for me, but this is so painful to endure, I am about to cry. Just why. Why.

Cat Sketches, Theophile Steinlen