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#aesthetic tag pending #((this reminds me of lew tbh))

when i get muse for lewis (featuring my whiny trash rabbit son who is an attention hog)

#mun art #fnaf tw //#don't reblog #(you can say stuff in the replies though)#((why did i draw this..............))

Lewis: When have I ever done anything rash or irresponsible?

Deadbeat: I keep a list. It's alphabetized.

#💛 ;; {{ musings of a wraith. }}#((KJSDFSDKFJ))

OH HEY LOOK my follower count matches Lew’s age!! Forever 21™

#✏️ ;; {{ out of the mansion ! ;; ooc }}#follower count //#((I HAD TO COMMENT ON THIS OKay))

@pacifriiskk, continued from here

Lewis can’t help but to chuckle a little at their blatant innocence. Ah, kids. He’d always had more of a soft spot for children, having three little siblings of his own. Maybe he shouldn’t have outright said he was a ghost. Oops.

“ You mean like these ones? ”At a raise of his hand, little pink spirits emerge from the beating golden heart shaped anchor on his chest, them having a similar quirk on their middles thumping rhythmically along with his. They chirp curiously at Frisk, and circle all around them.

“ A skeleton? Well, yeah, I... suppose so... ” He shrugs. His eyes almost seem to light up.

He would have a smirk on his face, if it weren’t completely devoid of a jaw.

“ Hey! Watch this! ”

Abruptly, Lewis grabs his flaming skull and holds it in one of his gargantuan palms, lowering it down to Frisk’s height. He was... very tall.

“ Cool, right?? ” He seems proud of himself, awaiting Frisk’s reaction, a glint of some sort of childish GLEE in his eye sockets as he peers at them expectantly.

#pacifriiskk #{{ closed ;; }}#💛 ;; {{ might just disappear ! ;; ic }}#((LEW PLS))#((HES TRYING TO IMPRESS THEM))#((frisk ur lucky hes not a Mean skeleton man))

rpmusings-galore

You’re s h a t t e r e d Like you’ve never been before The life you knew In a thousand p i e c e s on the floor

#💛 ;; {{ musings of a wraith. }}

(kindhcxrtcd) Oh, my. It looks like Leslie's fallen asleep on one of several couches in the mansion. Right after school it seems as her backpack is on the floor next to her. She's snoring quietly and there is no blanket to be seen.

@kindhcxrtcd

Lewis doesn’t notice at first, he was sitting midair with a comic book held in one hand, squinting heavily in concentration. The soft noise of snoring catches his attention, however, && his immersive comic is promptly shut.

“ …? ”

His eyes search all around, until they fall upon one of the sofas. He blinks. Bony eyebrows… or… whatever they are… curve to emulate some sort of fond expression, a light chuckle as he floats toward the sleeping form of Leslie.

His hand lifts && at his command a blanket pops into existence. He could’ve just went && gotten a regular blanket instead of conjuring one up, but of course, he had to be a SHOW OFF about it. When you have new, strange powers such as object summoning it just came naturally.

He drapes the blanket gingerly over her. He finally nods, clearly satisfied, && gives her head a gentle pat.

#💛 ;; {{ might just disappear ! ;; ic }}#leslie tag pending #((I WENT OVERBOARD WITH THIS BUT HERE YOU GO. ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE.))

good to see this active again!

FINGERGUNS AT. AYYY.

#Anonymous #✏️ ;; {{ out of the mansion ! ;; ooc }}

are... are weird, sad, vengeful corpse things that have been betrayed directly or indirectly just my type of character or

#✏️ ;; {{ out of the mansion ! ;; ooc }}#((WHEEZES))#((//side glances that corpse rabbit over there))

"What kind of a monster are you?" ~pacifriiskk

@pacifriiskk

“ —- M-monster?? That’s… one way to put it, I guess, kiddo. ” It’s clear he’s very shaken by this query. Lewis pauses, weaving his large hands together as he leans back with his strangely flexible eye sockets closed.

“ …I’m a ghost. ” How ironic, what he’s become.He could still barely believe it, what had happened, evident by the uncertain tone to his voice. Just not that long ago he was alive… and it had all been ripped from him that faithful night.

#💛 ;; {{ might just disappear ! ;; ic }}#((HECK LEW'S MUSE IS STILL SPOTTY BUT HERE YA GO))#((I MISSED HIM SOOO MUCH))#Anonymous

(kindhcxrtcd) "Hey, daddy? Can I ask you something..."

@kindhcxrtcd

“ —!! ”

The specter is a bit taken off guard by her addressing him. The violin in his grasp fades out of existence in soft magenta embers, && he kneels over, still hovering slightly off the ground as he does so.

“ Yes? What is it, sweetie? ”

He says with a slight tilt of his skull.

#💛 ;; {{ might just disappear ! ;; ic }}#leslie tag pending #((OH SHIT!!! FIRST IC THING ON THIS BLOG!!!!!!))#((hell yeah hell yeah i missed these nerds))

labors

am i bitter? yes. but do i try to move on and let go of past anger? well, actually, no

#💛 ;; {{ musings of a wraith. }}#((i have no muse for lewis still but yeah this is him))

💛 ;; “ Tag dump ! ”

#💛 ;; {{ might just disappear ! ;; ic }}#✏️ ;; {{ out of the mansion ! ;; ooc }}#💛 ;; {{ musings of a wraith. }}#💙 vivi ;; {{ i'll never disappear ; as long as you're here. }}#❌ arthur ;; {{ FUCK ! it's YOU I hate the most ! }}#more tba #ehhhh

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