Woooooooo so! A friend of mine is starting an ask blog for Gaster and I volunteered to do some icons for them! Holy jeezums. Good exercise in trying to draw consistently. Didn’t realize some of them were so different until they were side-by-side lol
Anyway! You guys should totally check them out! They’re an excellent writer, and now equipped with an array of cool faces for ya :D
oh, this is tough! Only these two came to my mind :’)
Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.
for you to see beauty here does not mean there is beauty in me it means there is beauty rooted so deep within you you can’t help but see it everywhere
She rubbed her temple with the pads of her fingers. She loved teaching, always had and probably always would but damn if it didn’t give her a headache. There was only so much a person could do to teach students properly, only so much one could cover. She sat at her desk, littered with assignments and lesson plans, with her back facing her open door. Looking sharply up at the wall, Emma made a face, turning to look at the body that cluttered the doorway “It’s not wise to try and sneak up on a telepath.”
justin in a disinterested monotone: I cast prestidigitation and shoot sparks out of my fingers. cast minor illusion put myself in a dope outfit and start walking down the catwalk with all the style and panache I can muster. which is, I should know, a fucking lot. griffin laughing: yeah roll charisma justin still in a fucking monotone: oh that– that’s weird I got 30 because it’s so fucking fly. that’s very strange and interesting.