#ima-musing

[musicolvidado]

( my Ernesto) “ I had to, I had to do it — I had my reasons. ”

can we try again?

“Your reasons mean nothing-! It was my life, Ernesto…” His former friend’s name felt foreign now, like there was the familiarity of a knot in Héctor’s nonexistent throat. The anger bubbling inside of him came out through a raised voice- he wouldn’t let himself express it through tears.

“There was still so much I could’ve had! I was only 21! Solo quería volver a mi familia!”

[doyouliketosambax]

@ima-musing (cont. from here)

“I look at your wonderful face, meu caro,” cooed José, “they are not hard to come by, but your face is tão bonitinho when I squeeze!” He accentuated his point by gently, but firmly, smooshing his cheeks just shy of his bill yet again.

[deadly-dearie-moved]

“ I’m so tired...” ( with my Ernesto and your Héctor?)

héctor turned back to look at his amigo.

“do you want to rest for today?”, he asked softly. to be honest, he was feeling kind of exhausted as well; it had been a long day and the young man felt drained.

“we can check into a hotel.”

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[redkammy]

ima-musing replied to your photo “Desiderium”

Could someone explain this to me

@ima-musing Its a scene that happens from Blue’s point of view in my fanfiction called “Desiderium” 

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11006931/chapters/24521631

Desiderium means “A feeling of loss or grief for something lost.“

A bit spoilery but what is happening here is that Blue is witnessing another Sans being “processed” by a machine invented by an Alphys from a long gone Universe.  The only survivor from that Universe is the Papyrus looking on.   He’s in charge of making sure that enough copies of his brother get collected for his mission.  

[twcbutcneisevil]

@ima-musing is a radical dude/dudette and liked this for a starter!

It had taken Jasper awhile to work on the courage to come back to this totally wack place... but it had been home to him once... And he was glad to see that it was relatively in one piece still. Carefully making his way up the dirt road towards the Mess Hall, he parked his car before getting out. He wondered who the Counsellors were that were working here. 

Considering the help wanted flier, he could only imagine how many campers they were dealing with- As he was about to open the Mess Hall Doors, a familiar figure stumbled out and into him. Jasper quickly steadied them, his eyes widening as he recognized that mope of messy red hair anywhere. 

“...David...?”

[snowdinslittlerascal-a-blog]

{ Kabel giggled. He knows of those puns from anywhere but to see an anon mess with Sans, it’s funny. }

@ima-musing

[doyouliketosambax]

@ima-musing (for Donald)

"Don't worry, my friend!" assured José once more, driving the serape a little closer to the ground, "Panchito is wonderful with the children. And you know his pistolas are locked away now!"

He trailed off and he looked over the mountains ahead of them. Donald seemed so stressed these days. He supposed having a family would come with that. Maybe these four days or so away from it all would be just what he needed.

"You and I will have much fun together, ein? We will see the town and hear the music and feel the joy of the place once more!"

[deadly-dearie-moved]

Hector couldn’t believe he was doing this but he couldn’t control his body anymore. The skeleton’s legs kept walking toward the large bell that held the estúpido underneath. He wanted to stop! He wanted to turn around! Why was he going to the man who killed him to become famous? Why!?! He stops at the bell and sits on his knees, gently knocking on the metal monument “ hola? Ernesto? Are you muerto?”

ernesto slowly lifted his head. he hadn’t heard a voice in ages, it filled him with unexplainable joy and shock, and it also felt like a stab in his no longer existent heart when he remembered the voice. it sounded like… héctor. 

“que…?”

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