magi-creator
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if i had to explain what tumblr is like i’d only show this
my message 2 the world
4000cc breast implants :)
Gatekeeping is so good and important
I know there’s an existing post somewhere, but here’s the list of OBGYNs in the USA and other countries that will perform tubal ligation (aka female sterilization) without arguing with you
The Number of Eyes to Body Ratio is greater than 2.
I don't know what to do with this information but I don't like it
Frisky Babybones AU Masterpost
Basic Summary: “Frisky Babybones” is the name for my particular rendition of the “Skelefrisk” AU, where Frisk dies shortly after a Pacifist Run, and comes back two years later as a skeleton monster due to Gaster and his followers
Canon:
The First Post
The Full Origin Comic Can Be Read Here
Final Summary (Google Document)
Other Comics (chronological):
Reuniting with Papyrus
Reuniting with Toriel (Part 1)
Reuniting with Toriel (Part 2)
Reuniting with Undyne and Alphys
Flashback (Part 1)
Flashback (Part 2)
Flashback (Part 3)
Determination Issues (Part 1)
Determination Issues (Part 2)
Determination Issues (Part 3)
Determination Issues (Part 4)
Determination Issues (Part 5)
Teaching Time (Part 1)
Teaching Time (Part 2)
Teaching Time (Part 3)
A King Heart and a Broken Soul (Discontinued)
Fanfiction:
Morning Talks (Takes place after Determination Issues)
First Lesson
Spacegate Request
Pictures (Not comics):
Sans
Papyrus
Frisks First Monster Halloween Costume
Asgore, Mettaton, and Napstablook
Older Skelefrisk
Flowey Possession (Not Canon)
Hanging With Other Frisks (Not Canon)
Grandpa Gaster Bedtime Stories (Not Canon)
Older Skelefrisk
Q ‘n’ A:
Where Is Chara?
Zombie/ Gore-ish Skelefrisk? (x) (x)
Allergic to Temmie?
Frisks Gender?
Where’s Frisk Living / Where’s Toriel?
Is Frisk’s comeback public?
Can Frisk Use Magic? (X)
Frisks feelings on being a skeleton?
Friends with Monster Kid?
Trial for murder?
Previous Play-through?
Skelefam 2020
Gaster Blaster AU
Art:
Original Comic
Sans Being a Bad Dunkle
General Sketch Requests
Schooling Accident (Comic)
Half Transformed expression Meme
Spectrum Alt
Ice Cream Time!
Lycan Frisk request
Sleepy babes
Bumble and Bee
Tired Bumble
Fanfic:
You’ll be Fine, Babybones
We’re Here and I’m So Sorry
Ficlet Request for @that1nkyone
Post School, Pre-Weekend
faNART??:
Fanart of “You’ll be Fine, Babybones” by @that1nkyone
Fanart of a Ficlet Request by @that1nkyone
Papyrus’ instincts by @that1nkyone
Stormy Night by @that1nkyone
GB!skelefrisk by @that1nkyone
Commissioned GB Art by @spacegate
GB!Skelefrisk gift by @that1nkyone
GB!Skelefrisk Submission by ???
Q n A:
How Did they become a blaster beast (Spectrum (That1nkyone) reference)
Underfell AU
General Doodle
Frisks Insecurity (Feat. Sans)
Frisks Insecurity (Feat. Papyrus)
Bedtime Story with Sans
The Origin of UF SKelefrisk
Other:
Crossover Request with Mafiatale for @sindainstar
Crossover with Virustale for Anon
Undertale/Coco Crossover
Been playing through Undertale for the first time on Switch recently and since it’s also spook month I had the idea for this dumb little parody animation of one of my favourite videos (x). Credit to the original artist, @brakken! Also up on Youtube.
It's midnight(ish) and I'm here WONDERING WHAT MAKES A HUMAN like some sort of PHILOSOPHER.
Cause I know it can't be empathy; other animals have that too.
Community? Nope
Imagination? Probably not, even if other animals don't think as abstract as we do.
It can't be our messed up skeletal structure (at least I hope not) or our intelligence. The former would just be sad, and the latter is seen in corvids and cats and... and... well... lotsa other things.
I think it might be our lack of power. We grew up on this earth with danger all around and not very many ways to defend ourselves, right? Our skin is easily broken, our young defenseless even compared to the average young (loads of other animals can at least *fend* for themselves, imo). And when we first started roaming, all we really had was a penchant for curiosity and traits we forged from the fire we came from.
Loyalty so that our young may survive (not thrive, just live), Wonder to protect each other from what lurked in the shadows, a knack for Learning beyond what's needed so we could make things easier and a burning question in each of us.
What thag question is? I don't really know. Maybe for each person it's different. I see people wandering around asking Why, or Who, or Where.
Why are we here, Why are they in pain, Why does this thing happen the way it does. Who created us, Who must I defend against, Who knows how to help. Where did we begin, Where are we going, Where can I find xyz.
For me, I think I want to know Who the people around me are. I want to know What their question is. Maybe it's an attempt to rectify old mistakes; perhaps it's something as benign as curiosity.
Where was I... ah yes.
That helplessness of our species' youth isn't all that special either. But where the ant had its numbers and the whale its size and the cheetah its speed... we really had nothing going for us. No natural tools for offense or defence, a limited immune system, a body that worked against us with its vestigial organs.
Is that struggle what made us? Is it why we toil and war with each other over who is more powerful; because we felt powerlessness and declared "no more"? Why we abuse and heal, take and give, in so many ways and variations that the flavors all look and taste so similar?
And to imagine, all this was me hyping myself up for an hfy skit later :p
Sure, I'll agree with that. But Annabeth is most certainly a Slytherin. She might have Ravenclaw tendencies in that she is the planner, the wise woman.
Bit that's not what drives get. We see all the way from Book 2, Sea of Monsters, that her AMBITION usssss what drives her.
When she willingly listens to the siren song, is it knowledge that she wants most in her core? No. It's success.
In fact, that may be why Percy and Annabeth, and even Grover (don't think I forgot about you, you Pan seeking madman) get along. They all gave their ambitions, their drive for success.
What is her boon from the Gods? Redesigning Olympus. Better than Daedalus ever could've made it.
Now onto Percy. He's got Slytherin tendencies, just like Annabeth has Ravenclaw ones. But I have done some questions. What tipped his rage so much to the point of drowning the Goddess of Misery in her own poisonous blood in House of Hades; What drew him back to camp each and every year, despite his constant near death experiences; Why was his fatal flaw the inability to choose the world over his friends; Why did he remember Annabeth through Hera's mind wipe in Son of Neptune; Why was his first reaction with his Medusa head in The Lightning Thief to send it to his mom, saving her from Gabe; Why was he so betrayed in Book 3 (can't remember the name, but the chapters with Thali, Grover, and Annabeth going to recruit Bianca and Nico) when Annabeth and Grover seemed to forget he even existed; Why did he jump after Annabeth in Mark of Athena, jumping into tartarus to ensure she'd survive; and, most importantly to me, why was his Achilles Heel in the small of his back?
There are details in every book showing exactly how loyal percy was. But we're forgetting about the need for being Fair.
He brought Jason with him when he dove to meet that goddess of storms in Blood of Olympus. He did this because he knew Jason didn't want or really need to be coddled. Percy is the one who "wasted" his chance at immortality to ensure the Gods would do their due duty for their kids, was the one who added in the stipulation that EVERY kid of EVERY God had to be claimed. He saved Besse a multitude of times, even though she could've been their downfall, because it was Fair. He's the one who mourned Selena's and Beckendorf's deaths along with Clarisse, because the war had taken so many good people. Because of the unFairness of the Gods' decisions.
I would like to note that Fair and Just are rather similar. But where Justice is indifferent, where Justice is black and white, Fairness is kind. Fairness paints Percy's actions because it is all internal. It is Fair to save Besse, Fair to force the Gods to do their duty, because Percy looks at things objectively. Because Percy is realistic, not passionate. Kinda hard to be passionate and optimistic when you grew up with Smelly Gabe.
Now, since I'm on a roll I might as well talk about Grover.
The dude's life Ambition was to find Pan. When he finally did so, he made it his new goal to warn and build upon the death of such a wonderful beast (wait this isn't Inscryption, get outta here Leshy). He faced Cyclops, The Labyrinth, and even Percy Jackson's luck (gasp, the horror) to find Success in his Ambition. And then he fought a world of ridicule after he came back to report Pan's death. Ventured out, facing Titans and monsters and even apprehensively befriending Tyson (again, the horror!!) all to keep his dream of finding the wild alive. He even became head honcho of that committee, and spread word that they would make their own wild in pockets of cities. Planter boxes in apartments, were one of his ideas (maybe along with percy, I don't remember). Grover sprinted through his story arc, chasing the green he'd make himself, adorn himself with.
The Hogwarts house of the HOO characters in mY opinion:
(Starting with him because yEs)
Jason: Slytherin (if you look more into his character, you can see that he’s very ambitious. He put all his efforts into making sure all gods would be recognised and led the legion for years before coming to CHB. That’s pretty ambitious right? Plus strong leadership skills is also a Slytherin trait. So is cleverness, and he has outsmarted his enemies a lot of times.)
Annabeth: Ravenclaw (well she’s a child of Athena and every Ravenclaw trait fits her so idk what else it would be-)
Piper: Gryffindor (she is courageous, chivalrous and determined. Not to mention very passionate. She belongs there. She is also kind of wise but more determined.)
Percy: Slytherin (Ik a lot of people would say he’s a Hufflepuff and it’s understandable really, but his personality traits match Slytherin’s. I think he has great leadership skills. Because, he led the Titan war AND the Romans trusted him to lead the legion. If you observe him at SoN, he’s pretty clever. The only trait that would make him a Hufflepuff is “loyalty” otherwise he’s nothing like it. And I think Slytherins can end the world for people they love, just like Percy would for Annabeth. :D)
Hazel: Hufflepuff (she has patience, loyalty, dedication, hard work and a very good sense of what’s right and wrong so yes.)
Frank: Slytherin (you really need reasons? Yes he’s a sweetheart, but if you have read ToA, he’s so full of ambition and cunningness and leader-material and um boyfriend material too but we don’t talk about that… why don’t we tho?)
Leo: Ravenclaw (dUh. I mean. He can do some college math at the age of 16 and BUILD A FRICKING WARSHIP… wHaT eLsE dO yOu nEeD??)
Nico: Hufflepuff (pls don’t make him a Slytherin, he’s not-)
Reyna: Slytherin (I don’t think I have to explain…)
Octavian: No one cares so burn your bears :)
Sower of Souls
Some may call me old, but I am but a blink in comparison to Time.
Some now call me cruel and unfeeling and unjust, to take what one holds dear. But I simply hold onto the memories of those who couldn’t shoulder the burdens of time.
Some see my skeletal figure, an amalgamation of the souls I protect, and call me a monster.
Sometimes I wonder if I am one, myself.
Alas, every animal, from the worm to the shark, from the elephant to the polar bear, fears me. Hates me. Every single one I have to fight to make them see the sad inevitability of their passing.
“You… are like me?” said the figure in front of me.
‘Curious,’ I think to myself, ‘to find one with that look in their eyes.’
“How So?” I ask the bipedal mammal in front of me. They are one of the first of their species, and yet they have more pain in their eyes than I have seen yet.
“You’re…” They gesture at what I think is my face with their palms. ‘Odd… no claws to tear, no teeth to puncture. No tail to balance. Life certainly is wonderful…’
“And what of my face? Is it truly so ghastly that you can’t put words together?” I say in a somewhat humorously self-deprecating manner.
“In pain? Like me?”
‘My attention has certainly been captured now’
“Why would I be in pain?” I ask, devoted to finish this conversation before I gather their soul so they can move on. “I am ageless, so long as there is life to die. Shouldn’t that make me monstrous to you?” My head shifts between animals, settling on an enlarged ant’s, between sentences.
“Seeing everything die around you? Isn’t that painful?”
“Hmm… You are the first to ask me that in a long time.”
Inwardly, I can only think ‘How do they know this? What happened to this poor soul?’
And, most importantly:
‘How will their kin fare with this kind of knowledge?’
After some amiable smalltalk, they come with me willingly. They take next to no convincing, saying things like “I’d probably weigh down my kin as I am anyways,” and “I will miss them, but you’ve said I will see them again. That is enough for me”
The level of maturity in this new creature, even if their lifespan is so fleeting and filled with rife, is astonishing to me.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last time I’d have such an enlightening discussion, not by a longshot.
It had been a while, and many humans had come and gone. As many as there were that were like the first, there seemed to be double, sometimes even ten times as many, that were adamant about staying. Ready to fight me with sticks and rocks and ghostly flames of the crude torches they died with.
Of the ones that I met from the former group, all of them said the same things as that first. The one without a name.
“Hello human. I’d believe that’s what you’re calling yourselves, anyways.” I said, skeleton shining from the heavy rain. “I see your body is quite mangled. You might survive yet, but it might be best to come with me before the pain kicks in.” I say to them, eye sockets staring at their disembodied leg sitting not too far away from them.
They shake their head frantically. ‘Sigh… well, hopefully they don’t take long to convince. Many other souls are wandering around in this rain, and I’d rather they not find out what fading into the universe feels like.’
“Please human, I jus-”
“My name is Ura.” they looked into my eyes and said with a scowl.
“Ura then.” Are they not human? I could have sworn… “I know you’re scared, and possibly worried about your younglings. But you must surely see that you’re not in good shape?”
“I’ll live. Find them. I have to.” The determination radiating off of this Ura was all-encompassing. Like a fire under an ocean, refusing to die out.
But the fire must eventually run out of fuel.
“I know you think I’m going to die. And I will. But this is not my time.” Quite stubborn, this one. “My family will find me, heal me. As I’ve done for them.” And this crazy Uri took their torch to burn their wound closed underneath the rocks they were stuck under. The ones that kept him only a little dry.
“Will they though?” I asked wholeheartedly hoping this Ura was right. Yet, I knew they would be another victim today. “They must have fled by now, the rain here is too strong. The wind too mighty.”
“I have hope in them. And I will hang on.” Something welled in my chest at these words. Something I hadn’t felt since I stopped talking with Time and Life.
It wasn’t quite desperation, nor was it will. It was more… a bond, of sorts, starting to form. Something I felt deep down for all souls, yet felt void of these few million years.
I felt kinship to this bright young child..
“I will wait with you, then. I’m sure the souls can hold out a little longer, those that want to keep fighting anyways.” The ones that don’t will come to me before they begin to fade.
And so we waited. The storm raged, though it’s wind and torrents spiked and plummeted at times.
Soon, the Uri slept, though it was halted by every rustle of a bush outside this makeshift cave.
“URIIIII!” a… woman, I’d believe the term was?- yelled in the jungle.
So focused on finding his kind that she called out to every predator in the area, I tutted.
“MAI, I'M HERE!” the Uri called back, screaming with all his might.
Rapid footsteps approached, several pairs of them.
And faster than I could catch (though I say this purely for dramatics), the woman and two smaller humans barreled into the Uri. Wrapping their arms around him and carrying him out.
Any exchange between them was lost on me, as the flame on the ocean floor grew. For the first time since my birth…
A soul, on the brink of death, was brought back.
And that meant it might happen again.
Happen again it did, as these Humans formed ever larger tribes. Even as these tribes quarreled over resources, they formed strong bonds (as well as names. How I hadn’t caught that Uri was a name was beyond me…) forged from fear and love. Fear of outside threats, and love for their tribes.
Wars between tribes brought many souls to me, but these humans learned from their mistakes more often than not. And they spread far and wide, bringing with them ingenuity and bonding unseen.
Until cities rose; entire areas filled with housing and farms, most connected to some body of water.
And of those cities, an unknown wiseman perished. Or would wisewoman be the more accurate term.
I was on my way to get them, entering into their abode- a shack outside the border, near the edge of the bustling city- with nothing but myself.
As I came in the door, I noticed two things out of place in the house.
A black cloak, made of a smooth-yet-durable cotton. It clashed with the otherwise colorfulness of the home, what with the pottery strewn across the tables, and the dyes used to make paintings on wood and stone alike. Primitive compared to where Humans came to be, but effective nonetheless.
And a sickle with dull edges. The only tool in the house that wasn’t used to cut wood or mix spices or make paints. And the only one that should have had an edge.
I was so transfixed by the uncanny items hanging near the entrance that I hadn’t noticed the soul of the old woman until she was before me.
“I figured so many try to fight you, call you names or spit in your face. I guess I wanted to help one more person before I went.” She said in her croaky yet cheery voice.
“A gift? For me?” I said astounded and befuddled. “I am Death, the cruel taker. The unjust executioner. They Who Reap Souls.” I listed some of the titles I’d accrued in the beginning. “Why would you do something like that… for me?”
“Oh, dear. You might be old, Thanatos, but you really are so inexperienced when it comes to others.” Thanatos? “The cloak is for your ghastly appearance. I’ve heard the rumors that you were ashamed of how odd you look- though I don’t see why it’s so odd myself- so I made you the cloak to hide yourself. It also does well to comfort, so see to it that it gets use!” She said that last part sternly, and I turned to her unsure of what to say. Unsure of how to show that the thought meant so much to me.
“And that sickle? It’s just so you have something to fiddle with, and to show that you’re not so scary. A tool that dull shows age, and that kind of tool shows that you’re simply a part of the cycle.” Her eyes looked directly into where mine would be with a kindness that rivaled the intensity of the determination of Uri. Someone who knew firsthand how cruel the world could be, yet chose to fight against how unjust and unfeeling it was.
And as she moved on, holding my hand, I felt the pain she went through, and the hard earned wisdom she’d gained from it.
TBC- I’m feeling lazy, and figure that what I’ve written now will suffice until I can take some more time to write.
I started a job recently, so don’t expect me to update it super soon. But this just would /NOT/ leave me alone after seeing a series by Jenny Jinya called “Loving Reaper”. Probably old news by now, but as long as it has an impact, amirite
And the spinoff: being able to make a schedule to do things like homework, but failing to adhere to them every single time because *goblin brain want stimulating task*
My academic talent: Making really good study guides and flash cards but never using them to study.
You wanna know how I got these scars :) :) :)
I picked at my face pimples. That's how.
I heard somewhere that one can become partially immune to the effects of a drug if they take doses of it for too long.
Well, I have a hypothesis. Hear me out really quickly.
I think I can become completely immune to piercing weapons.