HAPPY Let Papyrus Say Fuck 2024 (Late Edition)

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HAPPY Let Papyrus Say Fuck 2024 (Late Edition)
Eleven year old me had her priorities straight
Eden sat, staring out at the fields as he watched the jolteon's silhouette slowly fade away into the rolling grassy hills. Despite his fears of the woman who had just recently, quite literally mauled him, he still felt a pang of sadness in his chest. He didn't like her but part of him still felt... wrong... seeing her in that state and leaving with such a soft tone of sadness in her voice. Eden hunched over a bit, feeling guilty before his ears perked up to a sudden voice cut through the silence Immune: Damn. My stories. Over. Gone. Kaput. Dog Drama Days cancelled. Eden: Immune... Dysnomia: Quit talking to yourself over there and try to help me... figure out what to do with this bear body! Eden: I'M NOT TALKING TO MYSE- Eden stops himself, realizing that perhaps Dysnomia did not know. The sylveon didn't realize that the necklace could heal him, maybe he wasn't fully aware of Immune's existence? But a thought struck the mew, shouldn't Dysnomia have known about this? About Immune? How much did the sylveon even know? The suspicion and worries began to prod at Eden's chest once more. Uncertainty about everything... about Dysnomia... began to dig deep in his conscious A tiny voice began to chirp in suddenly, cutting through his thoughts Immune: Put me in his big wet doggy face so I can see if he has crow feet Eden: wh-?? W.. Why? Immune: I'm bored! Eden: mmggng..... Eden takes a moment, settling his thoughts down before standing back to his feet properly and approaching Dysnomia Eden: Hey uh, I have something-erm.. someone? To show you. -- -- -- -- [ Goddess has left the group entirely ]
I had MSpaint and a dream
five has the mouth of a drunken sailor going through a breakup and it’s not for the reason you think. No, it’s not from his shitty life. No, it’s not from the Commission. No, it’s not just Him. It’s because, when they were kids, Luther thought curse words were a legit plague sent by Satan, that saying a curse word would LITERALLY curse you, and anyone who said any were like, the spawn of the devil. So of course Fice made sure that over half his vocabulary was “fuck” in different languages and every “shit” colloquialism (dogshit, bullshit, chickenshit, etc). It was an ongoing science experiment to see how red he could make Luther’s face get. it was quite honestly impressive the number of curses he managed to fit into a single sentence.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGGGHHHHHHHH WHY CANT STORIES JUST BE THE SAME DRAWING OF MY FAVORITES FACING 3/4 LEFT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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