howler?? i hardly know ‘er !!

I was playing around with “this meme does not exist” on This X Does Not Exist and accidentally generated some of the world’s greatest memes

IT’S TIME

Papyrus walked slowly on his way to the throne room. He was in no rush to get there. Last night’s ceremony had worn horribly on him and he didn’t feel that he was ready to speak business with the new Captain just yet. Although they had agreed that they would meet together first thing in the morning, he hadn’t expected that it would be quite this early. Some small part of him had to admire the fact that there was somehow a monster in the underground more punctual than he was.

He didn’t watch where he was walking; he knew his way around the castle by this point. The skeleton’s gaze was focused down at his feet and at the cup. His mind began to wander back to Undyne. He should have listened to her. He should have captured the human and handed them over to her like she said. Papyrus remembered their last meeting clearly. Undyne in full armor and her one visible eye very clearly angry with him for not following his orders.

She had seemed more exasperated than angry though, as if she expected Papyrus to let the human go free. Papyrus had felt that maybe that was it. That was his only chance to become a member of the royal guard and he blew it. He remembered how he felt when Undyne said that she would take the human’s soul herself. He felt shocked and mortified. The human had become good, or so he thought. There was no need to kill them. He had wanted the human to live out their second chance.

His non-existent stomach churned as he remembered how he felt…. How wrong he was in that moment. He felt that he would vomit as the memory continued to when he approached Undyne and tried to convince her that they didn’t need to kill the human. She had turned on him angrily. She yelled at him. Reminded him that humans were the reason they were stuck there. Reminded him that this was the last human soul they needed. Reminded him that they had been stuck underground long enough. Undyne had been furious.

The last time he physically met with his best friend, she had be furious. Papyrus had made her mad…. And she was mad for a good reason too. Worse, his last words to her in person were a lie. He had said that he would help her anyway he could, but he didn’t. Instead, he lied to her. Lied to her about what the human was wearing. He continued helping the human and warned them of Undyne rather than helping his best friend…… he helped the human murder his best friend.

Papyrus snapped out of his thoughts as bright yellow entered his vision. His vision refocused and he saw flowers beneath his feet. He looked up and felt something wet dribble down his face. Was he crying? When did he start crying? As his vision cleared and he looked out in front of him, he felt his soul sink. He was already in the middle of the room by his throne and Paxan was standing right there in front of him. The new Captain was witnessing the king crying.

Papyrus felt himself break down even more. He didn’t know why. Maybe he just felt that ashamed, or that embarrassed. Maybe the dam of his emotions had finally cracked and broken down. Maybe he just couldn’t keep up the facade anymore. The king froze as he watched Paxan slowly approach him. Papyrus looked down intently at his cup. He couldn’t bear to look the new Captain in the eye in that moment. Papyrus tried to keep his bones from rattling from the intense emotions he was feeling. He couldn’t tell how unsuccessful he was until a gentle, but firm hand was placed on his shoulder.

“You miss her too,” came a gentle yet gruff voice from the monster in front of him. It was more of a statement than a question. That was true, but wasn’t necessarily the source of his sorrow in that moment. Did Paxan even know?…. Did his brother even know?… Did they know that he was the reason that Undyne was dead?

Papyrus finally looked up and captured the gaze of Paxan. The tall, bronze, intimidating looking dragon monster was looking at the king with green eyes that were deep with sympathy. Papyrus found no judgement in those eyes, only kindness and compassion…. Maybe even a little understanding. Those eyes eventually wandered down the cup Papyrus was holding in his hands.

Papyrus looked down at the cup as well. It took him a minute to understand why it had captured the Captain’s attention. It never crossed Papyrus’ mind that as he was walking with his coffee, the beverage was contained in the fish shaped tea cup. He was carrying his best friend’s small trinket with him through the whole castle.

Undyne was known for wanting to have tea for her and her guest whenever she had a meeting with someone at her house. Occasionally, Papyrus would come to training to find Undyne in the middle of the meeting with a royal guard, the fish tea cup always placed directly in front of her.

Papyrus looked back up at Paxan. He wouldn’t be surprised if the monster had drank tea with Undyne at times. As he came to knew the dragon monster, he found that tea was his favorite beverage. Perhaps it was just something all reptile monsters happened to have in common. Paxan kept his eyes on the cup for a moment longer before returning Papyrus’ gaze. The bronze dragon gave the king’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go.

“I apologize if I overstepped any boundaries,” Paxan said as he quickly took a step back and gave a conciliatory bow. Papyrus couldn’t help but feel guilty. Paxan was only offering comfort and consolation.

“NO! NO, PLEASE DON’T BE SORRY,” Papyrus said quickly. “JUST…. Let me sit down, please.” Paxan gave a respectful nod and moved back to stand about fifteen feet in front of the throne, leaving Papyrus plenty of space to seat himself. Papyrus sat down and shakily took a sip of his coffee before setting the cup down on the arm of the throne. A slightly uncomfortable silence filled the air.

“You’re welcome to start,” Papyrus said. Paxan’s movements were slow as he gave a nod and reached behind him. He brought his arms back in front of him, revealing the helmet given to him just the night before. Papyrus’ soul sank. Was Paxan resigning? Was he about to have to begin the search for a new Captain yet again?

“I don’t deserve this,” He said solemnly. Papyrus must have visibly whittled, because Paxan immediately reacted. He reached his hand out slightly in a way that wordlessly asked for patience. “This helmet represents so much more than just the service of the previous Captain.” Papyrus could feel himself relax as he realized that Paxan was only speaking about the helmet. The quiet in the room became less oppressive.

Papyrus agreed with Paxan, although he knew that he didn’t have to vocalize it. Papyrus knew that Undyne’s helmet represented more than just her position…. It represented her. It represented her leadership and her courage. It represented those lives that she saved that day  Quite possibly, it even represented the strength of monsterkind…. Physically and spiritually. However, this then begged the question….

“Who deserves it then?” Papyrus asked, somewhat to himself, before he could stop himself. Another silence fell as Paxan pondered. A few moments passed as Paxan seemed to be deeply considering the King’s question.

“Nobody…. No one person in particular deserves it…. Everyone does. This is a symbol and a reminder that everyone needs….. Regardless of if we deserve it or not,” Paxan concluded.

A small fire lit within Papyrus. Paxan was right. None of them deserved Undyne, nor what she did. Perhaps what the underground needed wasn’t another symbol of hope, but a symbol of strength and perseverance. Monsterkind was not weak. Monsters were strong. Their souls were made of love, mercy and compassion. In the end, that was all they needed.

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Papyrus walked into the throne room with a watering tin in hand. Usually, this would be the time that he would take care of any visitors with questions, or do interviews for the guard. Now that a weekly address was a part of the schedule and the new Captain was appointed, Papyrus had the time to take care of the smaller, menial tasks around the castle.

Even Faia seemed to have more time now that Paxan had completely taken over his duties. Paxan had been taking his duties on bit by bit while the ceremony was being prepared. Now that it was official, Faia even had the time to buy Papyrus his ingredients for spaghetti. Sans was now hardly seen around the castle as he spent his time in the lab, working diligently on finding a way to break the barrier.

Faia was supposed to be arriving soon for their afternoon meeting. It was during this time that they usually discussed the questions of the citizens that came up during the day, reviewed the Royal Guard paperwork, addressed any needs that arose, and so forth. Papyrus’ small fire that was ignited earlier that day grew with the thought of the underground functioning smoothly without anyone having to overwork themselves.

“Pardon,” came a soft voice from the King’s left. Papyrus looked over to see the familiar blue fox standing there.

“OH! HELLO FAIA! I’M SORRY, I WAS LOST IN THOUGHT,” Papyrus said. He wore the faintest of smiles, but it was a true smile. His first true smile in a long time. Not a smile when Sans told him a funny joke, but a smile that showed that he was just the slightest bit happy. Faia returned the small smile with one of her own.

“It’s quite alright. You seem more yourself today,” She noted kindly. Papyrus tilted his head slightly.

“I do? Well, perhaps I’m just excited that we are all going to be taking on less of a workload. Everyone has been working far too hard these past eight months,” Papyrus explained. Faia’s face took on a look that Papyrus couldn’t quite piece together. Usually, Papyrus was very good at reading the emotions of others, but somehow, Faia was a little hard to read.

“Wow… I can’t believe that much time has passed already,” she said quietly. Papyrus quietly hummed to himself as he realized that’s what the face was for. His own face fell slightly as it grew more serious. They were supposed to be having a meeting, after all.

“Faia,” He said and the fox perked up at her name. “Do you think there are enough funds in the treasury to construct a memorial?” Faia was quiet for a moment.

“I suppose it depends on what sort it is, and how big you wish for it to be. May I ask what for?” She queried.

“For Undyne. Paxan and I were talking earlier today,” Papyrus explained. He nodded toward the throne where the helmet sat safely on his seat. “He brought that back by during our meeting this morning and we both decided that it should be something that stands as a symbol of strength for all monsterkind, not a status symbol for one.” Faia turned her attention to the helmet settled on the throne. After a moment she turned back to the King with a light in her eyes.

“I believe that’s a wonderful idea, your highness!” She said happily. A smile came across Papyrus’ features once more. If just the idea of it could bring a light to his left hand man, who was so overworked and struggling alongside the skeleton brothers since the beginning…. What could it do for the whole underground?

“I told you there was no need to be so formal,” Papyrus said in the softest of chuckles.

“Apologies… it’s just… so many monsters owe their lives to her… and we think that the helmet was her only belonging that her dust fell on… And she loved and cared about her position so much. I really think her essence lives on with that helmet and I feel that her life needs to be honored and respected,” Faia notioned resolutely.

Papyrus admired her thoughts. He believed them to be undoubtedly true. They provided even more reason for the memorial to be constructed. Undyne… no… his best friend deserved every bit of the people’s respect. In his mind, she deserved more respect than anyone, even himself, or his brother, or Faia, or Paxan. She deserved all of it.

“Would the cavern her house is in be reasonable?… maybe even with a statue?” Papyrus asked.

“Of course!” Faia immediately responded. “I’ll speak with artists and workers right away!” She trotted off happily. Papyrus didn’t even bother trying to stop her despite the fact that there were other things to discuss. This was far more important.

As the fox reached the door, she stopped abruptly and turned back towards the king. A more solemn look was on her face.

“Papyrus? What did Sans do before he was your assistant or the Royal Scientist?” she asked. The tall skeleton tilted his head curiously at the question. He knew that his brother had worked many jobs. Probably some that he didn’t even know about, but it was necessary if they were to pay bills and have a place to live.

Papyrus reflected on that for a moment. Sans worked many jobs and Papyrus only worked one. Sans gave all of his time working so Papyrus could work towards his dream of becoming a Royal Guard. On top of that, he gave Papyrus everything while Sans had so little. He snapped himself out of thought quickly as he realized that he was probably taking too long to answer.

“He had several jobs. He needed them so we could live reasonably,” He provided. Faia averted her gaze and nodded before trotting off once more.

So I read my rough draft of chapter 6 last night and boy. was. it. ROUGH.

It will take me some time to transform that into something I would feel ok posting. Unfortunately, a lot of things have come up for me recently. As I said before, one of the reasons I stopped was because I have a lot of college stuff going on (including summer classes atm). I’ve also had two interviews in the past two days. I did get a job though! Yay!

However, my entire Tuesday is now dedicated to a bunch of work stuff and with a paper due at 8am on Wednesday, I’ve had no choice but to work harder to get it finished by Monday night.

Please try to be understanding and I will get the next chapter to you as soon as I can.

one-time-i-dreamt:

I had to either kiss a straight white cis man or be cishet myself.

I know this had probably happened before but…

My dad and I are rewatching Infinty War and we just got to the part where Nebula yells, “WHERE IS GAMORA?” And my dad turned to me and said “Gamora is no more-a” and I started CACKLING.

so, i must draw 6 more of these, cause i want to show you all of my brawl stars OTP :_)

warning! many hashtags

Haha remember how i was saying id open the ask box and be active

Well my computer just decided to stop working completely so admin gay sama isnt doing shit for a while

sir brisaac newton

Amorbus

The Ring (Sadako) as cursed video saved to my phone

dominant-dominion:

Gay women are hot

Gay men are hot

Bisexual women are hot

Bisexual men are hot

Trans women are hot

Trans men are hot

Hrrrnghh Sulla I’m trying to steal the Mithridatic command but I’m the Third Founder of Rome and the clap of my consulships keeps alerting senatorial opposition