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Hypothetical Handplates scenario in which Sans realizes he can teach himself Common.

(Ugh, tumblr is making them blurry for some reason so I guess full-view if you want the not-blurry version??)

Convoluted explanation incoming. Handplates is an Undertale fancomic by @zarla-s and if you like Papyrus and Sans, go read it, is good stuff. So I guess this is an AU fancomic of an AU fancomic? I dunno, the idea wouldn’t leave my brain until I did something with it. So. Zarla did a Christmas doodle where Gaster gave the boys a box of ginger cookies that had the word COOKIES on the side in big letters, and because my job gives me way too much time to think about random stuff, I realized something.

In Handplates, Gaster taught the bros to read and write Wingdings but deliberately did not teach them monster Common (ie: English) so they can’t read his nametag or anything. Thing is, Wingdings is a 1:1 substitution cipher for English. Every Wingdings symbol exactly equals an English letter; it’s not a different language, just a different set of pictures. As somebody who has taught herself a fair number of substitution ciphers, there are a few things you look for when you’re trying to translate a code and you don’t have a key in front of you. Most notably, single-letter words (in English they will usually be A or I) or double letters next to each other. Like the OO in “COOKIES”.

Sans is smart. Gaster has fed them junk food before and odds are good Sans knows how to spell “COOKIES”. The word is on the box in huge letters and Gaster just said it out loud, so it is fresh in Sans’ mind. That double-O is a huge tip-off. He would put it together that the word on the front of the box matches what’s inside. Once you figure out a few of the letters, it becomes steadily easier to decode the rest.

I feel like Gaster exposes the boys to enough Common (the nametag, food wrappers, computer monitors, the books Sans sits on) that Sans could pick it up with a proper starting point. Papyrus probably not, because he had a hard enough time with Wingdings, but Sans is eager for any opportunity to undermine Gaster and I’m sure he’d jump at the chance. In this comic he elects not to tell Papyrus, though. He doesn’t know Gaster has cameras in the cell (or even what a camera is) but he’s figured out that Gaster can spy on them somehow, and the last time Gaster caught them learning something he didn’t like, Papyrus got the ever-loving hell beat out of him. So Sans keeps quiet about it for now. And thus starts the long-standing tradition of keeping important secrets from his brother.

On the technical side, it took me a freakin’ week to sketch and outline this whole thing. Coloring and shading only took me like a day. In the meantime Zarla actually kinda addressed the cookie comic, but this was almost done by then so oh well. I’m finding my poses and proportions turn out a LOT better when I’m doodling skeletons, like what, drawing basic anatomy will make you better at anatomy, you don’t say?? A lot of this was a self-challenge to see if I could imitate Zarla’s art style, and I referenced previous Handplates comics a lot for the backgrounds and Sans’ face. Full disclosure: Gaster’s pose up there is basically copied from Zarla’s original comic because I was rushing through to get on to the actual meat of the story. He’s just here for setup. I had fun trying to figure out how to do his Lost Soul head though. Also, I hate Papyrus’ face from the front. Also also, it was tricky trying to convey “mentally translating an unknown alphabet into a known one” when pretty much everyone who sees this comic is already familiar with the “unknown” one and not the “known” one, but I think I pulled it off. 

TL;DR- I imitated somebody else’s style to do an AU of an AU; I am not Zarla; Zarla is the creator of Handplates and also Gaster’s pose in the first panel; I like ciphers too much and also I gave the cookies icing because that is the only kind of ginger cookie I know.

Something for @fishwrites’s fanfic Watercast (it’s one of the best Klance fic please read I cry forever). We’ve been talking about how Shiro would be so much like big brother for smol Keith whose flight feathers haven’t even grown yet. And Keith is a smol bundle of angry floof because he’s big birb Shiro he can take care of himself but at the same time he wants to be with Shiro 24/7.

With small comic bonus on twitter

(Because idk tumblr layout kills it)

scents i associate with each of les amis

Enjolras: detergent, fresh linens and cotton, a vague summer breeze bringing in the scent of lilacs

Combeferre: mint leaves, tea, old books with leather covers, sandalwood

Courfeyrac: citrus - mainly lemon and sweet oranges, mowed grass

Feuilly: firewood, paper that’s been drawn on with charcoal, cheap airport/corner store coffee

Bahorel: expensive perfume and very strong espresso, cigarette smoke

Prouvaire: incense, the bathroom after someone’s taken a bath with a dozen different products, the dirt used for potted plants

Joly: melting snow, fruit+yogurt smoothies, latex gloves

Bossuet: spicy food cooking on the stove, the subtle but indescribable scent of a friend’s home, jasmine 

Grantaire: aniseed, patchouli, drug store shampoo and menthol cigarettes

Friendly reminder

To all my demisexual peeps out there who tell people that they’re ace just for simplicities sake or for some other reason (like your own comfort) you aren’t wrong for doing that. You aren’t upholding the stereotype that all people “like sex” or that ace people are just picky or any other dumb reason people say. You are 100% allowed to id however you want and no one gets to say otherwise.

Happy Valentines and Happy B-day Chris!

PS: Yurio and Chris def are in a very serious and intense Selfie competition, to prove who’s the better cat owner & cat duo. No matter the time or place, they always reply in minutes to each other’s pic.

PS2: yep, that’s Chris’ mystery man, Masumi, yep he is naked. I guess he was about to give him a birthday present *wink*

Ichabbie Moodboard for Tempus Fugit – Captain Crane and Lieutenant Abbie Mills in 1781. My favorite episode. If only this show ended when this episode was over and left the rest up to the fandom’s imagination. We have excellent imaginations. 

Ok, so I know absolutely no one in this fandom nor I have actually interacted with it that much, but somehow imagination kind of came to me today and I feel like I should share this with you all? 


I’ve got the feeling that once you win Mick’s trust there’s no way out unless you go and betray him for good, for it being so hard to win that you actually have to prove yourself over and over until he knows you’re trustful. And once you are under Mick’s wing you’re just, there. He knows so and he doesn’t need you to be happy about it nor even cares if you actually care about you being considered trustful by him. The same way a mother hen would see an abandoned baby duckling and say “this is my chicken now, not yours. Stay away.” 

I think something like that would also happen when it comes to relationships. He wouldn’t talk about feelings, he’s not a talkative guy, he would just see if he’s not imagining things, understand their chemistry for how it is, and give that person a place in his life, a place for the other to fit in. He doesn’t need to put it into words, he just finds where and how the other one fits in his life and says “ah, there’s that” and moves on.

Now, imagine that maybe Ray and Mick have been fooling around for awhile, Ray may think it’s nothing serious, Mick never talks about it nor shows anything about what they have going on between them. What happens in their rooms stays in their rooms, only them and Gideon are the wisers, and whenever they’re with the group they act as they usually would, as if nothing changed. Imagine that for this or that reason they have to go back to their time and talk to Lisa, and presentation time is up.

Imagine Mick saying “that’s the team, except for him. Haircut and I are together”. Imagine he kind of forgot to tell Ray that. Imagine Ray’s face. Imagine the group’s faces.

So of course Ray wasn’t even remotely aware of what Mick thought about him, about them, he didn’t even think Mick would consider them an item. So when the words are out of Mick’s mouth the first thing he says is “Wait, what? No, wait. What?” because suddenly the woman in front of him looks very threatening, all sharp teeth and wild smirk much like her brother, and his teammates aren’t exactly helpful with their reactions:

“Wait a sec, they’re shagging?” / “since fucking when?” / “oh dear lord I didn’t need that mental image in my head, thank you Mr. Jackson” among others.

Cue for lots of awkwardness, weird looks, embarrassing chats, and meetings that last way too long for Ray to be able to snatch a private moment so he could get to talk to Mick alone and without prying eyes around.

“I’m not saying that I don’t want us to be together, okay?” Is the first thing Ray says once he gets Mick all for his own “All I’m saying is that before you go around telling people that we are together you should’ve at least.. asked me, if I wanted to be with you. To… date you” and it’s incredibly stupid how jittery and nervous he has been feeling since Mick outed them just like that.

“But you want to, don’t ya?” 

And it’s also incredibly infuriating how passive Mick feels about it all, how calm he looks, as if the whole conversation was pointless, as if it were as simple as “you want to, I want to, where’s the problem?” …Maybe Mick does have a point though.

“Sure, I do but…” 

“Then there, problem solved.” And with a swing of his beer Mick stands up and leaves the room, not without giving him a firm pat on his shoulder. Maybe Ray’s overthinking it, maybe it was really that easy. Still he can’t help but sigh, feeling resigned about it all. Don’t get him wrong, the whole prospect of being an actual, facebook official couple makes him thrilled, he’s happy, he’s so happy he believes he won’t be able to stop smiling for decades. That’s not why he sighs though, it’s just that something at the back of his mind tells him that Mick’s way-too-forward ways will get him into a way lot of trouble.

He’ll remember exactly that thought when, five years from then on Mick comes to him, slams a ring into the table (an engagement ring in fact!) and leaves the room right after saying “We’re getting married”.

“Wait, what? Mick? Mick! What did I tell you about asking first!?” Ray asks while running after him, ring now secured in the palm of his hand. At least this time he told him first instead of doing so in front of the whole team, that has to count as a win somehow, right? Right?