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@stonecolossal-blog
Tokyo is the most annoying, overrated place in japan ever and yet.. They get the most fucked up shit happening there. One of which is a giant motherfucker that looked like a gargoyle and someone’s rotten bony corpse banged and that thing popped out.
Hurrah for television and the online news..
Today was the first day I tried something different for breakfast. I was told it is a staple to eat with rice. I think it was called...Natto?
.....I have mix feelings about it..
…I am gravely concern for Vi now ಠ_ಠ
...I am gravely concern for Vi now ಠ_ಠ
....They are both very strange.
.....What is a sharkcat?
SMALL GREMLIN YELLS BEFORE CLINGING TO THE BIG COLOSSUS.
There goes the tail twitching. Happy, loud churrs from the behemoth.
Theres one friend he truly missed.
I forget I have other means to contact others through my phone.
....if they do not try to jump my throat.
I need to get more active on this blog, I swear.
Toss the boy some asks?
’Run Away’ commission | digital
[ for @stonecolossal of their character! had a lot of fun doing this piece! slowly getting caught up on commissions after my hand gave out for a couple weeks. feels sooo so so good to draw again! ;w; ]
In your throat, there is searing fire, scalding water, chilling ice. There is a roar, bellowing forth. A purr, softly reverberating. Deeply amused rumbles at the follies of your foes. A voice as old as your soul yet as powerful as the downstroke of your wings breaks forth from between glistening fangs.
gasteritisrp:
Gaster got up a little too hurriedly, leading Goliath out the labs into Hotlands, and then through the secret route to Waterfall. With more monsters moving to Hotlands it was always a worry one would find Goliath, but he had been cooped up for so long Gaster was willing to risk it.
The crash of waterfalls and whisper of echo flowers is a refreshing change from cold sterile steel. Gaster breathed in deeply, a chill running through him, from the tips of his fingertips down to his toes, a shiver dancing up his spine.
“Well, I can see if Gerson is still up. Wait here.” The old tortoise was bound to have something to eat, and though Gaster knew Gerson wouldn’t care if he saw Goliath, Gaster needed a moment away from the other.
Their relationship felt as if it was shifting around, loose as sand in an hourglass slipping down to something else, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Hopefully he’ll figure it out before he gets all of Goliath’s papers in order.
Goliath was quick to follow right behind Gaster as he normally did, taking the secret route so, no others would see him. He didn’t seem all that aware of Gaster’s worries, just delighted to take the walk.
The sight, smells, and the sensation of the water against his feet were quite refreshing each time they came. Really, the gargoyle could never get tired of it, no matter how many times he was brought here. Glancing at him with a nod, he sat himself down and let Gaster go off to meet with the old tortoise, meanwhile distracting himself with the sights. In a way, there was another reason why this place was so comforting. It reminded him of, others...his home, many things he did miss. He had more than accepted that he couldn’t go home, it still bothered him a bit.
The gargoyle seemed to be in a bit of a daze, staring at the waterfall nearby.
gasteritisrp:
Gaster sighed, sinking in his seat. He knew it was out of his hands yet he still considered Goliath’s damaged wings to be his burden. Knowing he was powerless was a bitter pull he swallowed frequently, yet it still stung.
“Well, it is not conclusive yet,” he said, more to himself than Goliath. Then, more truthfully, “Thank you for the gift again, Goliath… it, well, it means a lot.”
His hand reached over, cupping Goliath’s cheek. Rough skin glided beneath his palm, fingertips tracing over the battle-worn scars. After a moment Gaster blinked, realizing what he was doing, and yanked his hand back close to his chest, eyes darting to the present again.
“Well – well, uh, do you want to go out and get something to eat? Stretch your legs, perhaps run around through Waterfall since monsters rarely go there at this time.” He continued looking away.
It did bring Goliath down that he couldn’t even summon his wings, let alone use them, but it wasn’t like he could anyway. He’d been hiding in the labs ever since he got here and, the only other monster that knew of him, besides Gaster, was Sans. He still regrets spooking the skeleton. Frozen for mere moments, he softly emitted a soft, growl-like purr from his throat with the tender touch to his cheek, even closer that he was about to nuzzle into the hand....till he pulled away.
The gargoyle surely had noticed these random acts of affection, although far apart they were. If only he could tell him that it was alright to show it at times.
The mention of food and running around surely got his attention, enough so that the tip of his long tail started twitching with anticipation. “Yes, I would love to.” He was never one to say no to food or to even go to Waterfall.
I think people are terrified of being forgotten, so we try to make ourselves be remembered, whether it’s in a good or bad way. We’re terrified of being forgotten so we seek out people who would be willing to pass on the stories, whether it’s our children or close friends or someone else. We’re terrified of being forgotten, so we try to make something out of ourselves that can’t be forgotten.
At least, that’s what I think. (via dtprince)
i died 5 times watching this
i will make you regret ever doubting my power
a clash of kings sentence meme
❛ I will hurt you for this. I don’t know how yet, but give me time. ❜ ❛ People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it’s served up. ❜ ❛ There’s no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it. ❜ ❛ He who hurries through life hurries to his grave. ❜ ❛ I want to be comforted. I’m so tired of being strong. ❜ ❛ I am growing strangely fond of you. ❜ ❛ Those are brave men… lets go kill them. ❜ ❛ How can you still count yourself a knight, when you have forsaken every vow you ever swore? ❜ ❛ The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome. ❜ ❛ You’re awful. ❜ ❛ I’m honest. It’s the world that’s awful.❜ ❛ Great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. The future may yet be won. ❜ ❛ How odd. I think quite the same of you.❜ ❛ Was there ever a war where only one side bled? ❜ ❛ Will holding a secret in your heart make it any less true? ❜ ❛ If there are gods, why is the world so full of pain and injustice? ❜ ❛ Courage and folly are cousins, or so I’ve heard. ❜ ❛ Schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening. ❜ ❛ Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❜ ❛ It is not what we do, so much as why we do it. ❜ ❛ There are ghosts everywhere. We carry them with us wherever we go. ❜
