This little fragment s kinda connected to the main Timetale story I am still working on, but this plot is not really necessary there so I’ve decided to turn it into a short separated comic, developed by my “accidental’ wrestle idea. YAY moar headcanons!
So, pretty much, Sansy caused many rough things to poor Paps over the years, but hey that’s what elder bros are for LOL but fortunately, lately, Sans became maturely aware of the situation and helped Papyrus to toughen himself up little by little.
Compared to Classic Sans, in this AU, I can only imagine Sansy being less lazier, urged/motivated to do something, more supportive and independent, sometimes firm while Papyrus being a bit soft/sensible with little lack of confidence, nervous to try experiencing new things and such.
Please, before you keep scrolling, give me just one minute of your time.
My name is Enas Hajjo. I am 30 years old, from Gaza. I am a wife, and the mother of a little girl.
Our beautiful home،،the place where we dreamed, laughed, and built our lives،،was destroyed during the war. Nothing is left. Every memory we had was buried beneath the rubble.
Since then, we have been trying to survive in circumstances no family should ever have to face.
Then another nightmare began.
In the middle of the war, my husband, Ahmed, became seriously ill. After many tests, the doctors told us the heartbreaking truth, he has lung cancer.
Today, Ahmed is lying in a hospital bed, fighting for his life. The doctors say he must travel outside Gaza as soon as possible to receive treatment. Without it, we could lose him at any moment.
The cost of his treatment is far beyond anything we could ever afford.
At the same time, I am suffering from severe malnutrition because of the famine. Our bodies are growing weaker every day.
Now we live inside a small tent beneath the burning sun.
Every night, I watch my little daughter fall asleep, and my heart breaks. Rats and insects crawl over her tiny body while she sleeps. I try to protect her, but I cannot protect her from everything.
Can you imagine watching your child live like this?
Can you imagine not knowing whether your husband will still be alive tomorrow?
My daughter is too young to understand cancer.
She only knows that she doesn't want to lose her daddy.
And I don't want to lose my husband.
Please... pause your day for just one minute and look at us with compassion.
If you cannot donate, please don't underestimate the power of a reblog. Sharing our story may help it reach someone who can save my husband's life.
Please reblog our post.
Every reblog gives us another chance to be seen.
Every share brings hope.
Every kind heart brings us one step closer to saving Ahmed.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you for reading, for caring, and for standing with my family.
With love and hope,
Enas Hajjo from Gaza ❤️
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My name is Ahmed Al-Nabeeh. I am 33 years old, a husband and a father t… Amanda Marsh needs your support for Help Ahmad, Enas, and Their Bab
Until this moment, I have not received a single donation in more than a month.
Please, don't leave us alone. You are our only hope. Please don't scroll past our story.
My husband is battling cancer, and his condition is getting worse every day. Our little daughter cries constantly because she is terrified of losing her father. As a mother and a wife, watching them suffer is breaking my heart.
We are desperately asking for a chance to save his life. If you are unable to donate, please share our story. A single share could help us reach someone who can.
Please don't ignore our plea. Every share, every kind word, and every act of support gives us hope.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who stands with us during this incredibly difficult time.🥹🙏
Only one person has donated $15 so far. Please, we desperately need your help.
My husband, Ahmed, urgently needs to travel outside Gaza to receive treatment. The doctors say that without urgent treatment, we could lose him.
I don't want my little daughter to lose her father. Please, if you can, donate and help save Ahmed's life. Every donation, no matter how small, gives us hope.
So I’ve been listening to that Drop Pop Candy remix (which can be found here https://soundcloud.com/luxiay-kuragon/drop-pop-candy-sans-papyrus ) all day and “undertale karaoke party” came into mind.
*arrives to your chistmas party 4 days late* I AM SO SORRY
i started this comic on christmas dayand i thought i was going to get it done that night but i ended up not finishing it until last friggin night (for shame moon for shame) bUT ITS DONE AND THATS ALL THAT MATTERS RIGHT?????
i hope everyone had a happy and safe holiday and i wish everyone luck in the new year!!
Based on the works of @phantomrose96 and @sandflakedraws, and directly related to this comic.
TW: mentions of kidnapping, violence, murder, self harm
ABOT Attic AU Masterpost
It starts with the shuffling cards.
Fairness in random chance. If one hand is stacked better against the odds, there is nobody to blame but luck of the draw.
Ten numbers. Four colors.
Ritsu is standing in the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter. He can hear the droning conversation he left behind moments ago, continuing on in the next room over.
“I told you,” he says, eyes fixated on a pulsating purple spirit, hovering just above his eye level. “I don’t want to see you again.”
