Heya, that pun really was on 'point'. Paps 'punctured' the walls sans was pulling up. In fact, I would take it a 'stab' further and say he shattered them. Tho allow me to 'point' out a lil something... I think Paps might hate puns cuz he doesn't always get em right away, which could make him feel dumb. Maybe he's more insecure than he lets on. And the great Papyrus will have no such thing! With that lil head-canon in mind, the bonus kinda hurts... Now, I'm curious about your interpretation?
How can u pun so well, is there a school u can attent to where they teach u? I would go there…
And in my opinion Papyrus gets puns immediately - and he hates them, because they’re the simpliest (yea right) easiest jokes to make. I think since he loves puzzles, the more complicated the better, he finds puns lazy (but of course), and cheap.
And when they make him smile EVEN a little bit - t-that’s just a disgrace!
I just happened to stumble across your blog and remembered reading your fics so long ago because youre an absolutely amazing writer and by far my favorite. So, I was beyond excited realizing one was UPDATED its been so long and had no idea so you can bet that I was reading them all over again just because. With that said, are you still writing regularly? I know some fics have been years but your stories are so well written and ugh I'm running out of characters in this ask but I'm so curious
It quite unnerving to realize you’ve been around long enough that people come back and remember you from their time before. I’ve been here all along, I promise! :D
So the long story as short as possible is that I was unwell (mentally and physically) for a long time, I’m feeling much much better now, and one of the side-effects of feeling better is that I want to return to the things that made me happy, once upon a time. Like Shepard/Garrus. And writing. And writing Shepard/Garrus. But I also work (for money, ha) a lot more than I did back then (because then I lived where I couldn’t work), and I spend a lot more time on my original writing. Which all translates into less fic-writing time.
When I last updated A Handful of Dust a year ago (only one year, I promise), I did not intend to drop it into indefinite hiatus. In my head, even now, a year later, it is very much a work in progress. It’s progressing. It just hasn’t made the progression from brain to page to update in a long time.
Unfinished stories make me really sad. So, I don’t want to leave any of my stories unfinished, either. Because that thought also makes me sad. I have every intention of going back to AHOD, and of finishing it.
But what happened (unexpectedly) was that Any Four Walls (my other ME WIP; the one recently updated with, um, four or five or six chapters) decided it wanted to be written first. I fought this for a long time because it was supposed to happen AFTER. CHRONOLOGY, MAN. But my brain was having none of it. So, I’m in the middle of an arc that’s probably going to end Any Four Walls in, oh, however many chapters. Five or six or so; who knows. As long as it takes. (I will still write about those characters, I think. But they’ll be separate side-stories, since all I envisioned for AFW, and all that grew from those initial ‘stand-alone’ chapters, has become quite cohesive and is drawing to a natural ending. I think.)
I suspect that when AFW has its closure, AHOD will let me return to it. Here’s hoping.
I am so very in love with the idea of Chris Evans worshipping his plus sized lady (since I am one) like he would love how she would be so confident and I could just see him grabbing onto her hips and just saying how much he loves them, and I feel like he'd be super cheesy about her stretch marks and how they're "the most beautiful things he's ever seen" and he'd just love to hold onto her cause she's all 100% pure woman and he just can't get enough
Ah, what the heck. If I’ve already posted one of my… uh… OCs (I honestly hesitate to call them that) from Wings of Fire, then I can just post them all. Yes, I’ve made pixelated icons for all eight of them. Freakin’ EIGHT. I’m addicted and I need help. I’ll probably redesign some of them later. Maybe. Perhaps.
I guess we count don’t we? I am a Hunter after all.
Dawn: That makes sense.
There’s a lot about Dawn I like, but what I appreciate most is her tenderness
and patience. I know ya’ll don’t like seeming timid and shy, but I like them
qualities in you Honey Lamb. It makes me want to just squeeze ya all the more,
just cuddle up and never let go of ya.
Dawn: Aw…well…I feel the same when it comes to Vernon. There are so many
different traits I love about him. He’s so strong emotionally, but he doesn’t
hide his feelings, and i love his affectionate nature. I also love how
protective he can be, even if it can be overbearing at times.
Pfft…yer my treasure, I am sworn to protect ya.
Wade: Ugh…are these all going to be so sickeningly sweet?
Zach: You ain’t gonna get any less from me and Vanna that’s
fer sure. When it comes to my Kitten I love the sweet side she likes to keep
hidden from everyone else. Her soft yellow underbelly. It makes me feel special
knowing that she loves me enough to share that side of herself with me.
Vanna: As for Zach, well…he makes me laugh.
Zach: That all?
Vanna: And he’s cute.
Zach: That’s good enough for me.
I like Qali’s energy and enthusiasm. She can somehow find a way to make
anything seem exciting, and she’s very good at getting me outta a bad mood.
Qali: not to mention how much you talk about loving my ‘foxy
Down Qali, c'mon! Not now! Aw!
Qali: You know you love it! Embrace the cuddles! Feel how
soft my tail is!
Yer such a nut!
Qali: I like Trenton’s
calm attitude, it makes him extra fun to fluster. I also love how affectionate
he can be. He’s got a heart made of mushy goo under that icy exterior.
Xavier: I feel that Malcolm evens me out in a lot of ways.
Sort of an 'opposites attract’ element to the two of us.
Malcolm: oh yeah, my Darlin’ Xavey and me couldn’t have more
Xavier: Malcolm wears his sweetness on his sleeves, and is
always so optmistic and friendly it’s infectious. You can’t not like the wolf,
especially after you’ve tasted some of his cuisine.
Malcolm: Well thank ya kindly Darlin’. As fer Xavey, I love
his tenacity, and his drive. But I especially love how affectionate he can be.
Even if he keeps it behind closed doors.
Xavier: Well…ahem…I…I mean…thank you Honey. What
about you Yuri?
Yuri: Pft…she’s good in bed.
Wish I could say da same for youse. *cackle*
Yuri: Oh sure, lie to everybody. You know nobody’s rutted
you as good as I have.
Pft…ya lunkhead. Now that’s why I love ya, you tell my kinda jokes.
you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away
Mood: wants to support the groups but doesn’t want to support companies that take advantage of young children and teenagers who would do anything to achieve their dreams and who get overworked, underpaid and abused 24/7
can we appreciate boys more
like all kinds of boys and everything they do??
like, when a boy is wearing a shirt or sweatershirt that’s just a little too short and he stretches and that Lil Bit Of Tum shows??? amazing. and don’t even get me started on when boy’s wear hoodies that are too big and they get sweater paws. gosh dang sweater paws. they’re my weakness.
and chubby boys? can we talk more about chubby boys because chubby boys are the goddamn cutest. i wanna collectively squish all of their chubby cheeks and make all of them cookies. and also when boys GIGGLE???? don’t even get me started on boys giggling, especially when their nose get’s all crinkly as it goes from a giggle to a regular laugh ugh adorable. amazing and adorable, 25/10. and trans boys?? do not even get me started. y’all are the absolute cutest, you deserve all the hugs & all the backrubs & all the cookies.
like, just, all types of boys are perfect and amazing. if you see you’re a boy or even somewhat see yourself as one and you’re reading this post you’re automatically adorable and perfect; sorry, i don’t make the rules.