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myrpmusings

ѕoмe { l e g e n d ѕ } are тold.. ѕoмe тυrn тo dust σr tσ gσld..

вυт yoυ wιll rєmєmвєr mє, я є м є м в є я м є ғor

( с ε ṉ τ υ ɾ ï ε ṡ )

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

musingsofalifetime

you can’t settle fights

through meaningless peace and hope

you battle to win

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

otherkinwords

I will be wild. I will be brutal. I will encircle you and conquer you. I will be more powerful than your boats and your swords and your blood lust. I will be inevitable.

Rachel Swirsky, Iphigenia, A Memory of Wind (via otherkinwords)

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

2colde-archive-deactivated20190

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

paulswesleys

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾#. GIF

luthienne

All is cold, cold, cold. Empty, empty, empty. Terrible, terrible, terrible.

Anton Chekhov, from The Plays of Anton Chekhov; “The Seagull” (via luthienne)

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

quotemadness

The past beats inside me like a second heart.

John Banville (via justanotherrpmusing)

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

royaldun

gasoline // halsey

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #. THE VOID #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

theliteraryjournals

I was terrified of losing her before she was even mine to lose.

Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried (via theliteraryjournals)

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #. URSULA #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾#( im not crying ur crying )

otherkinwords

I wanna touch the northern lights We could leave the world behind I wanna know what it’s like To walk away from this life

Jaymes Young, Northern Lights (via otherkinwords)

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

musingxmemes

!!! →ＩＷＩＬＬＮＯＴＢＥＤＥＦＥＡＴＥＤ ← !!!

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

If there’s beauty in destruction, then I’m a goddamned masterpiece.

#💉 ⌐ DOCTOR ¬ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵒˡᶠ #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

ghosttjpg

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This time I might just disappear.

#❄. Familiar melodies ⁽ᵐᵘˢᵉ ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ⁾#. AUDIO #. MUSIC #❄ . In the backlog. ⁽ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉᵈ⁾

gasteritis

It’s hard to compromise When I see through your e y e s It’s just a [ common ] view I guess it’sL O S T on you

[ pre-core w.d.gaster || creator of Gaster Story;; || about || rules ]

#. PROMO #( love this cat )

gasteritis

@scientistandco

It had been some time since the utter terror that was Sagittarius Demon wreaked havoc, the remains safely stashed where he can keep watch; the vile beast will be at its weakest without a soul. All the other ‘workplace hazards’ as he referred to them were neatly tucked away to lick their wounds. It was no surprise that Aquarius will now be feverishly reworking their code, and Gaster looked forward to a few months of uninhibited progress.

His workspace was back to being more paper than desk, a cylinder of wax his only light, and yet again working long into the night.

All was quiet –

Until –

“Of course.” Gaster’s tone was dull, a bell that had been rung so often it merely produced the same droning pitch. He rose to his feet, back and legs cracking like broken branches as he picked up his mug of cold coffee to see where the sound in the halls was coming from.

If he was lucky - Well. He wasn’t going to hold his breath.

scientistandco-blog

Gaster had been in many timelines before.

The esteemed doctor had ventured far and wide, slipping into realms of existence that should be considered entirely impassible to the typical monster. Through manipulation of dark matter and void, it was not unheard of that the reaches of time and space could be altered. It had allowed him to quickly advance his own research, after all; borrowing the knowledge of others was useful for such a thing.

However, this?

Being forcibly D R A G G E D from his home timeline to one that simply felt – wrong?

This was NOT what he had planned for his afternoon. Dr. Gaster had so many experiments that would need thrown out and redone by the time he managed home, his usual methods of traversing space... dysfunctional.

It likely had something to do with the irregular feel of this space, something attributed to the scattered pile of dust about Gaster’s feet. He brushed remains from his coat, hands covered with the substance; it was relatively unpleasant.

“What sort of abomination...” He muttered to himself, a habit typically done when scrawling cryptic notes across a board. “It was no monster, it lacked a SOUL.”

His words stalled on the tip of his tongue once the footsteps began ringing down the hall, posture considerably straightened with bright, alert eyes.

The atmosphere no longer held the same feeling of the creature he had been assaulted by, but the doctor remained cautious.