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We can drop him off at the gas station Asgore. Who cares that he wants to run off and face the eldritch goop that’s been plaguing the land.

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We can drop him off at the gas station Asgore. Who cares that he wants to run off and face the eldritch goop that’s been plaguing the land.
Happy 9th anniversary!!
I was absolutely speedrunning to get this animation done- even if it’s just 13 secs haha
I’m gonna try and get some nice drawings done as well- and start planning what I wanna do for the 10th anniversary- I really wanna do something special. Not super sure of what tho
Girl on the Seashore Reading a Letter, by John Robertson Reid (1851-1926)
Undertale 10th anniversary
Thank you, Toby fox
For every memory, for every feeling, for every shed tear, for every story, for every option, for every character, for every dialogue, for every song, for every Easter egg, for every line of code, for every newsletter, for every ending, for every beginning.
For your patience, for your integrity, for your perseverance, for your kindness, for your justice, for your bravery, for your hope, for your determination.
For everything.
Thank you, for being you.
A Diamond Poem
A wave rolls forward, breaks, comes ashore, unrolls -- a white lace wreath spreads out on the sand, applauding the wave's death, with a sound so soft. by James M. Cox
ASHORE
It was Carl (“Officer Carl Hansen.”) who started a conversation with him at the bar. He gave him a business card, showed him his badge and said he was looking for someone called Harry. He asked Louis if he didn’t know him and showed him a photo of a really bad quality. From what was on it, it could be literally anyone with slightly longer dark hair. And still, the immediate thought of Curly flashed through Louis’ mind.
He tried to remain calm as he asked: “What did he do? Is he dangerous or anything?” He really did a good job of making it sound like he only was curious for his own safety.
“Um. I can’t tell you the details, obviously. But he’s took part in some drug cartel business. And about if he’s dangerous – he might be. We don’t know.”
Louis’ breath hitched. “Oh, ok. Any kind of distinctive signs?”
Carl sipped on his beer. “Well. Apparently, every lawful member of the cartel has a tattoo somewhere on their body. One of a mermaid woman that looks like this,” he planted a second picture on the table and Louis felt his blood turning cold as he recognized that weird illustration from Freddie’s book.
“Um. I’m sorry, but I don’t know anyone fitting to your profile. Thank you, though. I’ll definitely make sure to contact you if I spot anything unusual.” He said while standing up, finishing his beer and ordering another two large rums that he drunk in a quick succession.
Just as he started to feel a little bit tipsy, he paid for his expanses and left.
There was something he needed to sort out.
OR:
Louis Tomlinson is a fisherman from a small harbour town somewhere on the British Islands. For a long while now, he struggles to catch any fish to sell, which is quite inconvenient as he has a son that he needs to take care of. He's frankly desperate. But then, everything changes when he finds a living boy in his nets one day...
asgore propaganda: hes my scrongly
*sees flowey icon* this checks out