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seeing art and thinking “That’s me!” Is okay, you’re not selfish or self centered for it. Seeing ship art or smut about you and feeling strange about it is okay to feel and also okay to talk about on your blog or to your friends. If you’re not harassing the people who make them, then it shouldn’t matter and nobody should care. Non fictionkind do this shit all the time, they look at characters and say “they’re so me”, so why should it matter if you do the same? It’s you! - V

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Email for Free Palestine - Google Docs

List of Email Addresses for UN - Google Docs

Free Palestine 🇵🇸 Evidence - Google Docs

KOSA GOOGLE DOCS MASTERLIST

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Internet Censorship FAQ - Google Docs

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Sans x Reader (soulmate au)

Everyone had been given a timer to go on their wrist at 18. It was a matter of fate and destiny to meet your soulmate. Yes those timers were ticking to the time you came into contact with your soulmate.

All of your friends crowded around you looking at your wrist. The timers counted in hours,minutes, and seconds, and yours was showing 05:36:09. You had five and a half hours. You were excited, scared, did I mention scared?

Little did you know that just below you was a certain skeleton freaking out. “Papy! Paps! It’s today!” Sans had never been so rattled. He was usually the calm one after all. Papyrus came running down the stairs. “REALLY BROTHER? IT IS THAT TIME ALREADY? OH WOWIE! YOU SHALL MEET YOUR SOULMATE! THIS IS WONDERFUL SANS!” The short skeleton’s brother was overcome with joy. He was happy for his brother.

05:03:04

You were freaking out. What should you wear? Should you put on makeup. Should you wear a hat? What if they were allergic to your favorite thing? What if- your best friend, Frisk, calmly walked into the room and began picking out an outfit and setting it on your bed. You knew they had somewhere to be so you didn’t question as they waved goodbye and whispered a barely audible good luck.

Sans decided to go to Grillby’s. Why not. He would meet his soulmate by fate right? “I’ll have the usual Grillbz.” The man made of fire just nodded writing his order down and walking to the back. Sans had so many questions. He couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate but was afraid they wouldnt like him.

04:22:07

Time was ticking. All you wanted to do was curl up in a ball and go to sleep. Wanting to stay awake you decided to take a walk. What could go wrong right? And so you were off. Not caring where you were going you snuggled into your hoodie. It had began to snow again. You looked at the sign above you. ‘Mt. Ebott’. You shrugged and continued walking.

Sans teleported to the opening. The place Frisk had fell down countless times. The place memories were made. He glanced down at his timer 01:07:20. His soulmate was an hour away. He had been sitting this long. He couldn’t wait to meet you.

Continuing to walk down the road you sighed. You’d meet them soon. You stood wondering what they looked like. Were they cocky? Rude? Were they nice and calm? Sweet? Who knew.

(I’m splitting it into two endings. Take your pick.)

•Angst•

Sans was in his own world. He was waiting. He knew he’d meet them he just knew.

You stopped at a hole in the ground. Looking down you could hear a voice beckoning you. “Jump~.” You stepped towards the hole only to hear a menacing laugh. “¥0u’|\ n3v3r 3$c4p3.” And a knife was plunged into your chest. Breathing in your last breath and falling to the ground. (Y/n) was dead.

Poor sans. He has been staring at his timer watching the minutes tick by. He could feel his heart shatter as the clock stopped ticking at 00:02:01.

He had lost you. He lost you and he didn’t even know you. Sans broke down. Tears flowing from his eye socket. “It… it isn’t fair.” Sans didn’t want to be alone. But you were gone.

•Happy•

Walking down the road you came to a hole in the ground. You wanted to get a closer look so you edged yourself towards the gigantic hole. But of course your luck. Your foot was hooked on a vine and you fell. Screaming as you fell through the darkness. Your luck. Hitting the ground with an oof you took in your surroundings. You stood up brushing yourself off. You couldn’t see anything and felt around for anything at all. You took and step but immediately fell back down.

Sans’ eyes widenened at the girl sprawled across his lap. The made eye contact and suddenly a loud beeping was hear. (Y/n)’s eyes widened as she looked at her timer. 00:00:00. She had met him. Sans permanent smile widened as he stood up taking his soulmates hand and helping her up. “The names Sans. Sans the Skeleton.” (Y/n) blushed a deep red and mumbled. “I’m (y/n). I guess we’re soulmates huh?” Sans nodded before hugging his beautiful soulmate. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to meet you. Thing is, I just met you. And I already love you with all my heart.”

•EXTENDED ENDING•

“SANS SHOW ME THE GIRL. I MUST MEET YOUR SOULMATE.”

“Cmon paps your scaring her.” Sans held (y/n)’s hand as she hid behind him.

“OH. TERRIBLY SORRY. I WILL MAKE MY WORLD FAMOUS SPAGHETTI TO MAKE IT UP TO YOU AND THE HUMAN.”

Sans glanced back at you shrugging and sitting with you on the couch. “Welcome to my life.”

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I cant believe i didnt saw it before but they are so cute!

Its 2 am for me rn but when i wake up i'll try to draw them together if thats okay with you ? ^^

I made a transparent Fukkireta so you can have Teto on your blog

Bullfrog x h!reader

Request: A scenario where he gets cold and just wants to seek warmth cause he feels like he could hibernate

A/N: This idea is so cute 😭 thank you for telling me! @viney900 (he might be a bit out of character omg so sorry for that) I hope you like it. And sorry it's a bit short and rushed 💦

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Taglist: @blorbostation @eateableworm @livelaughluvvfaithyy @darkchanx @astoraa @shiroisotto64

It was mid-December and it was snowing like crazy. Everything was white as far as the eye could see. You were wearing your warmest clothes while watching this beautiful view with a cup of hot chocolate in your hand. It was your favorite time of year as all these piles of metal were covered in snow, it was a new sight. Finally something natural and organic.

You sipped your hot chocolate with a delighted smile and looked towards the couch, "Hey, do you want to go outside and play in some snow?" No, of course you weren't talking to your couch. You weren't that crazy yet.

A muffled, unamused grunt came from the other end. Bullfrog spoke unhappily from where he was wrapped in blankets, "I'd rather stay inside, Miel. Don't get me wrong. I'd love to have fun with you, but—" You could literally hear him shudder when he heard the word snow.

You chuckled at that, "Oh, come on. A little snow won't do anything. What's wrong with having a little fun? It's not like it can eat you." Your smile faded slightly with concern when you didn't hear a sound from him. Your thoughts were intruding again, "It's not that cold at home and you're still wrapped in a bunch of blankets. Aren't you sweating in there? Don't tell me you're..." Your voice trailed off.

“Non, I am not sick, stop worrying.”

"I can't help it, you know." You approached and leaned back on the couch. You watch as he slowly sips his own hot chocolate. His half-closed eyes had been staring at the silent program that had been playing on the television for some time. The show kept ending and repeating itself.

"Well, if you are not sick and want to have fun with me, do you not want to get your clothes wet in the snow or do you hate the cold or something?" You had a feeling it was more than that. You knew he wouldn't mind getting cold or his clothes getting wet and dirty if it meant the two of you had fun. But... this time the 'cold' seemed to bother him further then he was letting on.

He rubbed his eyes, “I…” He sighed. “I don’t hate it—“

“You just don’t feel like it then—“

"You don't need to be around me all the time, you know. If you want to play in the snow, you're free to do that." He thought you weren't having fun because you were staying with him, and you know he felt guilty about that. But it was your choice and frankly you would have preferred to stay with him. You weren't staying with him because playing alone wasn't fun, you were staying with him because you just wanted to be around him. And that was reason enough. It was better to sit quietly with him than to run through the snow and possibly get sick afterwards anyway. You chose to stay warm and comfortable. So you were understanding him.

"My free will chooses to stay with your sick body." You patted his head.

“I am not sick— peu importe…” He grumbled.

You jumped over the couch and sat next to him with a grin, "Fine. You're healthy as always."

Bullfrog didn't seem to understand what you were saying and neither of you spoke for a while, continuing to watch the TV idly as you sipped your hot chocolate. Instead he seemed to be having a fight in his head, "You know what? I changed my mind. Let's go outside. If I keep sitting like this, I'm going to fall asleep."

You turned to him, surprised, "Really? Hey, you don't need to force yourself. It's okay if you're not comfortable. It's fine with me, you know."

He gave a dismissive thumbs up, "No, it's okay, don't worry. Let's go." He freed himself from the pile of blankets he was wrapped in and jumped down to the ground. He quickly finished his hot chocolate and placed it on the coffee table. As you looked at him in surprise, he abruptly grabbed your arm and quickly dragged you towards the door while you yelped in surprise, "Let's go!"

You stumbled, trying not to drop your own hot chocolate, "W-wait. Slow down! I'm gonna fall!" You put your drink aside and quickly took your coat, and before you could wear it properly, you were already out of the house and being pulled up the stairs. He had already put on his own coat before you started getting dressed.

He dragged you up the stairs and you walked out of the building and onto the rooftop. You heard him let out a small breath when his feet came into contact with the snow. He trembled and muttered a few inaudible French words.

The two of you walked to the middle of the roof and observed the white world. Bullfrog looked tense and stiff. You could see that he was trying hard not to shake. He looked like he was torn between whether to stay or run back inside.

You decide that you can help him get out of his misery. To your surprise he seemed to have chosen to slowly escape. While he turned back and tried to walk towards the door with shaky steps, you took a handful of snow and formed a ball. He was muttering about what a bad idea this was.

“Hey, Bullfrog. Are you running back inside so quickly?” You didn't know what was going on inside his head, but you were sure he had to win whatever argument was going on and forget about it for a moment. He just needed to relax. You knew he could have fun too.

He stammered, mostly out of embarrassment, as you can guess, "I'm sorry. But it seems like this isn't the right mood for—" He cried out, losing his balance as you successfully hit him in the head with the snowball, and fell face flat down.

Your eyes widen, “Holy shit." You were actually expecting him to sense the incoming attack and dodge or catch the ball or— do anything else. He's never done this before. Now you're worried. There was definitely something wrong with him.

You rush to his side, “You okay?” He shakily got up to his knees.

"I shouldn't have let my guard down. It's my fault." He laughed weakly at his mistake. But you knew there was more to it than that. After not getting an answer from you for a while, he slowly looked at you. He swallowed with your serious face. It seems like he can't evade the questions anymore.

"What's your problem?" Your eyebrows furrowed in seriousness and concern. A simple question but difficult to answer. A question that heaved his heart.

He frowned, “Rien, nothing wrong—“

"Are you ill?" You repeated the same question that worries you again. Because if he was really sick, you couldn't let him tire himself out like this. You gently caressed his cheek, and pressed the back of your hand to his forehead. His weak arms almost give out with your warm touch. He fleed from your touch, not letting herself melt, and sighed, "I told you I wasn't."

“Then what’s wrong with you?” He stood up shakily with a grunt. He heavied a sigh and watched his warm breath come out in a visible small cloud, "I...I'm going to hibernate." He sulked.

“You… what?”

He dismissed it, "It's not a big deal. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I just couldn't find the right words to inform you." That felt like a big lie "And I'm sorry for ruining your fun, I'm... going back now."

You held his shoulder, "Wait a minute. Are you going to hibernate? Now?" How could he say this wasn't a big deal? He'll probably sleep for about a month or two and that doesn't seem like a big deal? This is really important for his health and it seems like he's been ignoring it for a while! Why does he keep himself from hibernation!?

He glanced away, “Uh… non… Not right now. I can’t… I can’t sleep yet.”

“And why is that?”

He frowned, “You know why. I shouldn't sleep. I have lots of work to finish.”

You crossed your arms over you chest, with a raised brow, “I thought you said you were free until—“

He quickly interjected, "That's right! I said 'until'. And at any moment, someone can give me an important task. So what happens if I don't do it? I can't leave anything unfinished using the excuse that I was just sleeping." As the two of you stared at each others eyes for a while, a light breeze passed by and you noticed that it had started to snow again.

You saw that his shaking was getting worse, he is vulnerable right now, so you approached him without furthering the discussion and easily picked him up as he looked in surprise. "H-huh..."

“Let's go back home before you get actually sick. We'll talk about all this there." He sighed in defeat and let your warmth envelop him, finding it useless to resist. He pressed his face into the crook of your neck as he let it all happen.

You closed the door behind you and looked at him. You took off your jacket along with his and dropped it on the floor. At that moment, he was using all the energy in him not to fall asleep while in your arms. You smiled slightly at this. He was just like a little child stubbornly resisting falling asleep in his mother's arms. How long had he been resisting hibernation? All his life? Is this even possible?

"I understand your concerns, but hibernation exists for a reason. It's for your own g—"

"Please, you don't have to tell me that. I already know." He mumbled, sighing sleepily. "Please put me down."

You hummed, "Fine. I'll put you down."

He stammered when he noticed you walking towards your room, "W-what are you doing?" You didn't answer, instead you walked into your bedroom and laid down on your bed with him. You wrapped your hands tighter around his body and didn't let him escape from you. He didn't struggle much and exhaled tiredly.“Dors avec moi” you mumbled, causing his eyes to widen with your words.

His cheeks changed colors with that, "I told you I am not going to sleep." This time it was you who flustered him.

"Sure. Don't. But I will. And you are not leaving me while I sleep." He tried to push you away in protest. You finally let out a deep sigh. "Please. Bullfrog. I promise to wake you up if something happens, okay? Just focus on resting for now." He froze. He thought about it and glanced up at you, "You promise to wake me up?"

"Of course I do! When did I lie to you?"

His eyes softened. He moved a little closer to you and sighed, "Bien..." He couldn't keep his eyes open any longer and closed them with a relieved smile. And with surprising speed he fell asleep immediately. You watched for a while as his chest slowly rose and fell as he soundly sleeped. Maybe you shouldn't have taken off his coat because even though you covered him with a blanket, he was still slightly shivering, holding on to you like his life depended on it. You slowly took his hands off you and left his trembling body silently. He quickly curled into a small ball to protect himself from the cold, causing you to smile. You quickly ran to the living room and collected all the blankets he left on the couch and went back inside and wrapped him even tighter with the blankets you brought and laid down next to him. He had somehow managed to find you and cuddle up next to you.

"Bonne nuit" You whispered as you closed your eyes to rest with him.

Hi! Do you have any tips and tricks for dollkin?

Tips and Tricks for Dolls

Lay down and stay still for a long time

Get someone you trust to brush your hair

Decorate your living space to look like a doll house

Wear shin length dresses/skirts

Have some plants in your living space

Draw doll joints on your joints

Pamper yourself

All the thigh highs and skirts

Soft and/or lacy fabrics

Decorate your furniture

Make a doll custom of yourself

Use Dollcore pronouns

Paint your nails

Play dress up

Soft makeup

Dress your bed with ruffled sheets

Take a nice bath

Wear perfume or cologne

Helloo fellow doll -Mod🕸

Please listen carefully Please listen carefully🙏 I need you to read this..🥹

On the seventh of October I am teacher Mahmoud Atta. I work as a teacher teaching secondary school students.

On October 7th, I was getting ready to go to school. On October 7th, while I was getting ready to go to school, my life was completely turned upside down. Israel declared war on Gaza. After that, they announced their entry into the roads and cities and forced us to leave the city from Khan Yunis to Rafah

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We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. We passed through a road called the Road of Death. Tanks were everywhere. Bullets were raining down. If you survived, your brother would not.

We've all seen the end of the world movies on the big screen. We have all seen end of the world movies on cinema screens, but what we saw was real and not imaginary. I wish it was imaginary.

We finally arrived in Rafah Finally we arrived in Rafah, the safe city as it is called, but where to go? The sea is behind us, the weather is freezing, and the borders are closed with Egypt on the other side and Israel on the third and fourth sides. I found myself making a tent out of nylon for myself and my family.

No water, no electricity, no food, no place to go to the bathroom, no life. I wish I had died sooner.

We returned after a long time to our city.After a long time, we returned to our city. The first sight was that a giant monster had entered the city and left it in ruins, so much so that I did not recognize my house or my neighborhood. Oh my God, is this Khan Yunis?

fI searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed. I searched to find my home, to find my apartment, which contained my memories and my most beautiful days, destroyed.

Today I stand before you to search for Today I stand in your hands to search for any help to restore myself again thanks to you.. I am waiting for your help

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Hi! Would you want to draw Truthless recluse comforting child reader?

TYSM if you draw this! <3

He may not speak much at the time but his actions are clear.

Maybe for a part 2 of the doughbaby!reader, Shadow milk sneaks into their room at night to hangout with them, only to leave before pure vanilla walks in.

☆ Shadows On The Walls — Shadow Milk Cookie & Child!Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Platonic, Mild Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || Manipulative Shadow Milk warning

A/N: Okay technically this is actually part 3- (previous and start fics for context)

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

It was the night after your slightly discouraging art display, and you'd fallen asleep at your mini desk. The air was cool, with a slight wind blowing outside. You felt something shift, as if a weight had entered the air. Your eyes slowly blinked open, and you rubbed them with a yawn while hearing papers rustle. When your vision came in, a large shadow was standing beside your desk. Two shades of blue eyes looked down at you, and you gasped happily while sitting up "Shadow Cookie!"

"Thaaat's right!" The shadow replies, leaning forwards so he could come into view. Shadow Milk had been visiting for months now, and he noted as he saw the scattered pictures across your desk that it seemed his efforts were sucessful. He grinned widely, looking over your art in his hands "Did you make this, little puppet? I see a certain rougish devil made his appearance!". You giggled, reaching up as best you could to point to it "Yeah, yeah! But papa didn't seem to like it too much...". Your frown returned, and Shadow Milk gave a huge gasp "He didn't?! Well, the nerve! He must be blinder than I thought!". Your smile returned as you looked up at your 'imaginary' friend "Papa's just worried sometimes. But s'good that you like it!"

"Like it?! Why, little puppet, I love it! I'd hang this up in my spire" Shadow Milk declared, holding the drawing close to his chest. You got down from your chair, running over to him and grabbing his legs for a tight hug. Shadow Milk chuckled, placing a hand atop your head. "That papa of yours isn't very kind, is he?" Shadow Milk commented "How strange for a Cookie of truth to lie to his own kin!". "Lie?" You asked, pulling back with a confused expression "What do you mean?". "Oh, don't worry your poor little dough over it" Shadow Milk cooed, lifting you under your arms. He floated off of the ground, carrying you up before holding you tight to his chest.

"But- papa isn't supposed to lie" you frowned. "I know, but papa's don't always do as they're supposed to" Shadow Milk responded, a fake look of sympathy on his face. He pulled you in, nuzzling his cheek to yours "I'd never lie to you, you poor thing. We're good friends, right?". As he asked that last part, his grip on you tightened a little. You gave a nod "Yeah! Bestest friends!". Shadow Milk grinned widely, sharp teeth showing as he held you up above his head while he spun mid-air "That's right! Best as can be! And best friends always tell the truth"

You giggled at the motion, pulling yourself into his arms for a tight hug. It was refreshing to have a friend you could play with at all times, a silly jester who loves making you smile. You pulled back, chuckling with him before a knock came from your door. "Little sunflower? Are you awake" Pure Vanilla's voice called. Shadow Milk quickly placed you back down "That's my cue to exit the stage". You gave a little whine, tugging on the jester's sleeve "Do you have to?". "You know the rules" Shadow Milk replied. He watched as your head titled down, a sad pout on your face. He couldn't help but grin.

"Well, I was going to wait for a special occasion, but I suppose I can give you this now" Shadow Milk said, pulling something out. He handed you a small doll fashioned to look just like him, with big button eyes and a stitched smile. You squealed, holding it close to your chest "Thank you, Shadow Cookie! You're the best!"

"Sunflower? Who are you talking to?" Pure Vanilla called. Shadow Milk scowled, replacing it with a faux look of kindness as he leaned down to speak with you "I'll be back soon, don't worry" he said, before vanishing into the shadows. You felt your smile fall as you nuzzled into the doll he'd given you. You loved your papa, but it was disappointing how your friend always had to leave when he came by. And he said such odd things... what lies could he be talking about?

The door opened, Pure Vanilla hurriedly walking in. He waved his staff about a bit, hair a mess and breathing heavily. You walked up behind him, tugging on his robes. "Papa?" You asked, and the healer turned to you. He sighed with relief, kneeling down and wrapping an arm around you "What are you doing up so late? I thought someone had found you...". "I was jus' drawing, an' I fell asleep" you explained. Pure Vanilla pulled back, kissing your forehead "Of course, how silly of me. My little artist must have been hard at work". He lifted you up, balancing you in his arms "Come now, it's time for bed"

You let out a yawn, nuzzling into his chest. Soon enough, you were tucked into bed, Pure Vanilla making sure you were snugly covered in blankets. He'd noticed a flicker of something blue being closely squeezed in your arms. He tried to reach a hand out, but you'd turned away from him before he could see. "G'night, papa" you said. Pure Vanilla pulled back, that worried expression back on his face. "...Good night, my bluebird" he said, a little quietly.

He closed the door to your room upon exiting, that troubled expression now fully showing on his face. He could feel that presence. He kept having to look over his shoulders around the shadowy corners of his castle, fear gripping him tightly. Every inch of the hollow nooks felt like they were watching him. Waiting. Laughing.

"Elder Faerie will be here tomorrow... please, please, by all that is good, don't let my fears come true" Pure Vanilla thought to himself "You can have my kingdom, my title, my souljam.. just please.. don't take my little bluebird away from me". He began walking to his room, worriedly holding the handle of his staff. Daunting eyes watched him as he walked. "Oh, Silly Vanilly..." a voice whispered eerily in the darkness "Fighting so hard to protect his little family... pathetic". Shadow Milk morphed into the darkness, beginning his usual escape route back to the outside. Black Sapphire and Candy Apple stood in the royal garden, waiting for him.

"Count this night a success, my delightful little grubs" Shadow Milk said as he materialized. Candy Apple squealed "I knew it, I knew it! You're so strong, my lord!". Black Sapphire gave a little bow "All is in motion, just as requested". Shadow Milk grinned widely, a high giggle leaving him "Perfect, perfect! I can't wait to see their faces when it happens!". "Until then," Black Sapphire began, hopping up on his staff to float off of the ground "We have time left to plan". "Pssh, as if I need a plan" Shadow Milk said, beginning to walk away from the castle "Have faith, my minions. This isn't even the half of what's to come"