catherinelid

[catherinelid]

"my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies

fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die"

I wanted to draw something atmospheric, so that everything around would shine and shimmer, but apparently not in this life, lol. In the end, I liked the background without the characters more, but left it this way anyway.

[catherinelid]

Well, did you miss my fanfiction? If you answered yes, I have some good news for you.

At frost sight

You can't take it anymore.

You approach Snowdin, barely putting your feet together and sinking knee-deep into snowdrifts. Your whole body is shaking, and your hands are completely numb. No matter how much you love Papyrus and his puzzles, fatigue, unsuitable clothing, and the fact that you last ate at Toriel's are taking their toll. On top of that, you managed to lose your favourite keychain, a gift from your mother.

“congrats on completing all of my bro's puzzles,” said Sans when you got closer to him, “you didn't even need my expert help. which is a good thing, 'cause i like to do absolutely nothing.”

“all that remains is to go through the battle with paps without ever ending up in our garage. or a guest room, as he calls it, ” Sans added, smiling a little wider and looking to the side, “it won't be easy, but i'm rooting for you. you're a tough one.”

“and to do that, if i were you, i'd make sure that i understand blue attacks correc-,” Sans started, but apparently noticed that you could barely stand on your feet, “but not in this condition. i can already see your knees shaking. c'mon, my bro isn't that terrifying,” Sans joked, putting his jacket on you and hiding your stray hair under the hood, its fur tickling your cheeks.

You instinctively burrowed deeper into the jacket and shoved your frozen hands into the pockets.

“that's much better. now you need to regain your strength, otherwise you won't last a minute against my bro. let's go to grillby's. my treat,” Sans said, winking.

Despite his attempts to appear cheerful and lively, you noticed that Sans himself seems somewhat... tired today? Even more tired than usual, that is.

“Oh, thank you, you're such a gentleman,” you teased, smiling weakly.

Sans took you by the arm (presumably so you wouldn't have to freeze your hands again) and slowly led you across the freshly fallen snow. You had already begun to get used to his antics, so you weren't too surprised when he led you towards the bridge you had recently crossed before teleporting.

Once you arrived, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nearly stumbled. What you can't get used to is his shortcuts.

Sans quietly asked if you were okay, and when he heard a positive answer, he let go of your arm (much to your dismay) to wave and greet the regulars.

While Sans was saying hello to the locals, you took in your surroundings. You were already getting warmer, the snow from Sans' jacket you were in was rapidly melting and dripping onto the floor. But you feel warmer not only from the outside, but also from the inside. This place, with its soft light, familiar smells, and monsters sitting in a tight circle and having fun despite all their hardships, fills you with a strange feeling of nostalgia. You felt as if you had come to a hospitable house for dinner with your family and friends.  

A particularly lively conversation reached your ears. Dogamy and Dogaressa were trying hard to convince the others of something, despite their skeptical looks (although Dogi couldn't see them). You decided to go over and listen to what all the fuss was about. Along the way, you also greeted the monsters, and they responded with either a brief greeting or a friendly smile.

“I'm telling you, it was definitely a puppy that petted us,” said Dogamy, “I know it's hard to believe, but there's no mistaking that smell.”

“And my husband's sense of smell has never failed him,” Dogaressa supported him.

“You know what? I believe them,” Doggo intervened, leaning on the table, “Maybe there really are some strange puppies walking around here. Recently, something that wasn't moving stroked me. I get goosebumps every time I remember it. I still need some dog treats for it!”

Sans was standing nearby, looking pretty amused. He shoot you a knowing look.

“i thought you had grown roots there,” he said, “let's sit down and take a grub.”

Before you sat down in your usual seat, you took a quick look at it and were surprised to see that there was no whoopee cushion on the chair. Your eyebrow crept up on its own, but you quickly realized this and tried to return to a neutral expression.

“what surprised you so much, buddy? did you expect to see something there?” Sans asked, noticing your puzzlement.

“Oh, nothing,” you replied as nonchalant as possible and sat down, “You never know what weirdos can put on a chair.”

“that’s a fair point,” Sans agreed, “i have to thank you for your efforts. it's been a long time since i've seen my brother so happy.”

“i hope his puzzles did not tire you too much,” he added after a moment of silence.

Then Grillby appeared from behind the counter. You made an order, after what the fiery bartender disappeared again.

“what you can't deny is that my brother always tries very hard in everything,” Sans said, picking up conversation again, “dunno what you think about it, but i find it admirable...”

(discussion skip)

After a while you got your food and Sans offered you some ketchup. However, remembering that you were almost caught in the situation with the chair and not knowing what else to expect, you refused.

“well, more to me,” Sans replied, downing the bottle in one gulp.

But you've already seen it so many times that you even forgot to be surprised.

“what? no reaction?” wondered Sans, looking at you, “heh. you're strange. you were surprised by an ordinary chair, but not by a skeleton drinking a whole bottle of ketchup.”

“although i don't know, maybe that's an ordinary thing on the surface,” he added, putting a hand to his chin, “maybe i'm already getting rusty and can't ketchup with the trends in jokes anymore.”

Damn, got caught again. It appears that you are indeed quite exhausted today.

“but enough foolin' around. now we need to have a serious talk,” Sans said, somehow making the room darker and quieter.

For some reason, you had a bad feeling about it.

“so,” Sans started, the voice low, “what do you know about talking flowers?...”

(discussion skip)

“…take care. thanks,” Sans concluded his story about the echo-flowers.

“oh! one last thing,” he said suddenly, turning back to you, “here's the thing, maybe you saw my brother's snow sculpture nearby? what about it? well, today i was passing by, and i found that it was destroyed. do you know what happened?”

Now you have to admit that you really know. The fact is that after finally completing another (rather difficult) puzzle, you went to take a break and look at the skelebro's snow sculptures (or a pile of snow in the case of Sans). However, you were so focused on the Papyrus's delicate work that you did not notice the huge snag on the ground and, stumbling, flew straight at this very sculpture. Now that you think about it, you probably lost your keychain at that exact moment. After recovering from the initial shock, you tried to fix what you had done. But no matter how hard you tried, it turned out to be just a pathetic parody of the original. Not knowing what else to do, you continued on your way.

However, Sans looked so gloomy and upset when he asked about it that you didn't have the heart to admit that you broke it (albeit accidentally). You said that you know nothing.

“oh, what a pity. well, thanks anyway,” he said, looking genuinely disappointed.

“just look at the time!” he exclaimed, pulling up the sleeve of his sweater and exposing his bare wrist, “it's unbelievable that you've managed to keep me away from work for so long. by the way, i just remembered that i'm flat broke. can't you pay for lunch?”

But before you could say that you didn't have any money either, Sans started talking again.

“just kidding. i know you don't have any money. you couldn't buy fried snow even at the starting price.” he said, winking at you, “grillby, put it on my tab.”

With that, he got up and went to the exit, but stopped at the last moment.

“i want to ask you something else. just one last question,” Sans said, turning around and raising his index finger, “...but it seems that i've already forgotten. how odd. well, maybe another time,” he said meaningfully and left.

You sat for a while longer, thoughtfully picking at your (now cold) food. The mood wasn't cheerful. Why didn't you admit everything? What could possibly happen? You're sure that if you explained the situation, Sans would understand. Besides, you're still not sure if he has figured out that you're a time anomaly. Hiding this fact is becoming increasingly difficult. And it burdens you.

And only now did you notice that you were still wearing his jacket. That's it. You need to return the jacket and explain everything. You sighed and shoved your hands in the pockets.

And your eyes widened involuntarily.

There was something in one of the pockets, although they were empty last time.

It turned out to be your lost keychain and a piece of paper.

And when did he just manage to put them there?

You unfolded a piece of paper. It reads:

‘hey. you seem to have lost this thing.

p.s. it's not good to pretend, buddy…’

At that moment, you looked up from the note to calm your racing heartbeat. You're regretting again that you didn't explain everything right away. Sans definitely thinks that you deliberately decided to hurt his brother, doesn't he? And that's after all they've both done for you. And that sad look on his face when you said you didn't know anything. Oh stars, you're afraid to imagine what he thinks about you now.

Steeling yourself, you finally finished reading the note.

‘…i knew you're an anomaly at frost sight. you said, 'nice to meet you, sans,' when you shook my hand at the pap's gate, even though i didn't tell ya my name.’

Oh. Well, at least one less burden.

Reading this made you want to explain yourself even more. But first you wanted to try again to fix what you had destroyed. You headed to the place with the snow sculptures, determined not to leave until you had brought the mess you had left to perfection.

…

However, when you got to the place, you found that the snow Papyrus had been completely restored.

P.S. Comment please, if you have a minute, at least a few words about what you think about my fanfiction. I'm curious. I know that there are at least a few people who like them regularly (a huge thanks for your support, btw)

[catherinelid]

" - What about you? Aren't you cold?

- nah. i'm never cold when you're around, raindrop.

- Sans, I'm serious. I don't want you to catch some sickness.

- i'm a skeleton monster. the only sickness i can get is lovesick. "

This is my first attempt at noline art in my life. I like it so far :D

It reminds me of a postcard for some reason.

[catherinelid]

Ok, back to my guys

I noticed that I even like to draw in the traditional way more than in digital, although it would seem that it is a little easier to draw in digital. Maybe it's because I like to feel the paper and the material I draw with. And also my drawing program, which started to glitch, pretty much ruined my mood. But this does not mean that there will be no more drawings in digital. It's just speculation.

Just look at her, rambling about her man with him right here. Sans definitely thinks that she's too sincere sometimes, as she has no filter, lol.

Last picture’s transcript ⬇️

Let’s go to the cinema!

* but we were there yesterday…

Pretty please?

* sure, i just thought you’d be tired of that movie by now. we’ve already watched it at least 3 times. do you really like it that much? geez, and i thought i’m the one who likes sci-fi too much.

Oh, it’s not the movie that I like to watch…

* wdym? i’m starting to worry, raindrop…

Tee-hee! Why? You just look SO CUTE getting popcorn all over your face!

* oh no…

Or the way your irises shine when you see something interesting…

* stop it O///_///O

Or the last time, when you fell asleep and…

* what?! i didn’t!

Who are you telling this to, sleeping beauty? I have a proof!

* …we are not goin’ to the cinema tonight.

What? Nooooo! Ok, ok I stopped! XD

[catherinelid]

@shinyeclair

The heat of plus 32 degrees and the drawing program that decided to break down at the most inopportune moment won't stop me from drawing all sorts of jokes, this time even with a background 👍😤

It doesn't oblige you to do anything at all, you don't have to draw anything else for me, I just wanted to develop this topic a little, but I got a little carried away in the process

I called this picture "find all the jokes and references"

I know it doesn't look very neat, but I hope you get the gist of it

And a small bonus

Me and @shinyeclair have some dress-up games here 👗

Truthfully, we just swapped our oc's outfits

Notice your child, she's eager to hear your (and maybe not only your 👀) opinion!

[catherinelid]

WOOOOOOO

THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!!!! 💙💙💙

I just lost some breath the first time I saw this masterpiece! You nailed her vibe just perfectly!

I added your art in the separate album in my gallery 👀

It was a pleasure, trading arts with you!

Me and @shinyeclair have some dress-up games here 👗

Truthfully, we just swapped our oc's outfits

Notice your child, she's eager to hear your (and maybe not only your 👀) opinion!

[catherinelid]

Me and @shinyeclair have some dress-up games here 👗

Truthfully, we just swapped our oc's outfits

Notice your child, she's eager to hear your (and maybe not only your 👀) opinion!

[catherinelid]

Something needs to be changed in life. At least an avatar.

[catherinelid]

Fun fact: I headcanon that Sans in my AU always walks with his shoelaces untied, which sometimes makes him stumble, and Catherine has to catch him if she happens to be nearby. But Sans still doesn't tie them because he's "too lazy" and not because he likes it when Catherine catches him.

Initially, I wanted to make something like a joke on April 1st, but as you can see from today's date, something went wrong...

[catherinelid]

It’s time for some quality (not) content.

I sure had fun making this page, I need to draw in a sketchbook more.

[catherinelid]

I noticed that @shinyeclair 's Outer!Esha also have a star-shaped hairclip, so I made a quick sketch of her and my oc, 'cause star-shaped hairclips rule :P

It's my small hello from beginner artist to beginner artist :)

[catherinelid]

Okay, I wrote another tiny fic about Grillby's. Don't take it seriously (like basically all my fanfics), it's a total joke I wrote for fun. The song used is not mine, it's just one of the songs that I translated from my native language.

About love

It’s another boring gray evening. You come to Grillby’s every day, invisible to everyone, to listen to Sans playing guitar at the request of the locals. Yes, Sans is learning to play the guitar now. You were shocked, too.

You must pay tribute, if Sans really only recently began to learn this business, then he surprisingly quickly began to make progress. You can tell because you haven't missed a single concert. You quietly cheered him on every time he got nervous before a performance, and got worried when he messed up chords (which thankfully didn't happen very often) as if you were the one performing.

His playing reminded you of himself. There was something soft and soothing about it, but with a touch of mischief somehow.

The only thing you missed was Sans singing. You're sure his deep voice would have been perfect with a guitar, but unfortunately, Sans has never sung.

Now you are listening to the gentle sounds of the instrument again. You're almost falling asleep, since you barely slept today, and the slow music is just a perfect lullaby…

“thanks everyone! now i'd like to sing one song. it's dedicated to someone you don't know” - suddenly said Sans after playing another tune and receiving a round of applause.

All your sleep is gone. Is that really what you think it is? Sans is singing a song? To someone no one knows. Maybe you're already asleep? You pinched your arm, but no. Sans was really getting ready to sing to the curious gazes of the crowd.

However, the song that he started singing slightly surprised you.

Why don't I sing a song about love?

And why don't I invent a new genre?

A more catchy motif and poem

And get paid for the rest of my life

My song will be heard by thousands of eyes

My photo will sell by hundreds

And my darling will tell me: "It's about us!"

And will laugh at the lyrics my best friend

I'm gonna be a supernova superstar

Lots of money, a car, all that jazz

You will smile and you'll say "Just like cool!"

I will hug you - you're right

Just like cool!

You are right

Just like cool! I’ll hug you…

Why don't I write a song about love?

But it seems that the string just snapped

And my pen's out of ink, I'm sorry

Maybe next time

But now it's time to sleep!

What sleep! By the end of the song you were laughing so hard you don't think you'll sleep for another week. Coming here today was totally worth it! And was it just you, or did Sans wink at you at the end? Maybe you just imagined it.

You're wondering if he started learning guitar just to tease you.

Yeah, he probably did.

That's all, folks! XD Also, while we're on the subject of Sans singing to the guitar, I can't help but think of this video. I still love it.

[catherinelid]

Guess who's replaying Undertale again? I got a bit inspired and wrote a thing. Maybe I'll write something else in the nearest time. Or not.

The unknowable

It’s just another evening in Grillby's. The hot, stale air smells like a mixture of fried food, pine needles, and tobacco smoke. Regulars come here to do their regular business. They eat, they drink, they chat, shamelessly spreading rumors about each other, they play cards.

Among the latter is Sans, who succumbed to playing a game or two after much persuasion. However, it couldn't hide from the eyes of the players that he was a little distracted today, and seemed to find the far door more interesting than the game in front of him. It almost looked like he was waiting for someone, even though everyone knew for a fact he had no one who could come here for him. His brother Papyrus wouldn't cross Grillby's threshold even under threat of destroying his entire spaghetti collection.

All the more strange was this new behavior of Sans. His tablemates tried to find out teasingly several times if he'd found someone, but at those moments, Sans seemed to be his old self again. He laughed it off with such convincing indifference to the phenomenon of dating itself, that very soon everyone believed him and dropped the issue. But Sans made a mental note not to be so obvious in the future in order to avoid such situations.

Little did they know, Sans was really waiting for someone. Or something? In any case, it has been appearing in Grillby's for a long time now. It looked like a dark shadowy humanoid figure. To be honest, when Sans first saw it, he thought he had drunk something wrong. But the figure appeared the next time too, when Sans was as sober as a judge.

No one around paid the slightest attention to them and Sans came to the conclusion that he was the only one who could see them at all. That, or this mysterious ghost was more regular than Sans himself, which is very unlikely. Over time, it even began to seem that the shadow was coming for Sans specifically, although their behavior did not give it away in any way.

They always just sat by the window and looked across the room. Probably. It was difficult to understand where the eyes were looking, standing out against the general dark background of the figure, but Sans did not feel the gaze on himself.

At first, Sans was wary. Who knows what the intentions are of this weirdo? But it finally became clear that they posed no threat. They just... watched.

Curiosity got the better of him, and Sans began to visit the Grillby's more often, hoping to meet the mysterious figure there again and study them.

At first, Sans thought that they didn't appear very often, but it turned out that they come every day, just at a different time. He had to practically live at Grillby's to catch the mysterious visitor.

Over time, meeting the shadow became familiar, and Sans even began to feel something like sympathy and compassion for them. The figure looked so lonely amidst all this lively atmosphere. So… alien, despite the fact that they didn't look much different from the locals.

Sans wanted to approach them several times and ask if they needed anything, but before he could get up from his seat, the shadow immediately disappeared.

And the figure gave a sense of some kind of calmness. The longer Sans looked at it, the more he forgot his worries.

Before he knew it, Sans was looking forward to meeting this ghost, as if they were an old friend he'd never met. Or forgot. Or even knew in another life. With his theory of time anomalies, he wouldn't be surprised at such a possibility. Hm, an anomaly? Yes, perhaps it was quite a suitable name for them. In their presence, time did indeed sometimes drag on longer. For example, once it seemed that the fifteen-minute lunch break of the Royal Guard lasted for hours, but when it ended, it turned out that fifteen minutes had actually passed on the clock. And again, no one except Sans seemed to notice.

After a while, the figure began to approach. At first, they began to sit one table closer, then two, and so on until they were in front of Sans. Strangely enough, the closer they got, the worse they could be seen, and it was the harder to think, as if mind was going into a kind of trance.

When the anomaly began to set very close, Sans managed to ask one question, after answering which they disappeared.

Now, here was something that remained unchanged from the first day the anomaly appeared. Every time they left, Sans immediately completely forgot about them until the next morning. But even so, he could only remember about their existence, but not about what he asked and what they answered him, no matter how hard he tried…

“Aaand, you lost again, Sans!” – said Doggo, nudging Sans and lighting a fifth dog treat this evening – “Luck is clearly not on your side today. But hey, it's 'unlucky at cards, lucky in love', as they say.”

Love, huh? And indeed Sans had paradoxically grown fond of the anomaly in a way, even though he knew next to nothing about them.

As if hearing Sans' thoughts, a familiar figure entered Grillby's. Sans excused himself and took his usual seat.

Doggo was right about something. Sans was really lucky this time. The next morning, he was able to recall his brief conversation with the anomaly.

He asked ‘do i know you?’

And they said ‘yes’

Sans’ heart is filled with hope.

[catherinelid]

I finally got around to making references for my dummies. Less than 10 years have passed, hooray! XD

And the first one is my persona/oc aka me (but not quite)

(In fact, this is a redesigned version, but since almost no one has seen the old one, I don't know if this can be considered a redesign at all.)

In my AU, she falls in the Underground after Frisk. Shortly after moving into her new home, Catherine heard from local (very few) residents a creepy legend about a nearby mountain. Legend has it that those who climbed the mountain Ebott never returned. Just recently, another person disappeared. A cheerful and active child, whom grief-stricken parents are unsuccessfully trying to find.

Walking one evening, Catherine herself did not notice how she climbed the ill-fated mountain. Something was pulling there like a magnet. Suddenly there was a cry for help. Without thinking twice, she rushed to the source of the sound, but in the gathering dusk did not notice the huge hole and fell into blackness.

She was soon to learn that the existence of magic and monsters, the extremely withdrawn behavior of a child who was described to her as cheerful and sociable, as well as a mysterious voice from dreams, were not the most mind-blowing things...

☆ Some random facts ☆

• She doesn't see well, and wears lenses to fix it.

• The pendant around her neck made of a Waterfall's stone was given to her by Sans for her birthday, so that she would always have a piece of her favorite place with her and think about Sans more often.

Sans personally carved the star out of stone.

• Has a habit of twirling a lock of hair around her finger when thinking.

• Likes to hum to herself when doing monotonous work.

• Dislikes public speaking and physical activity.

• College student at the Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures (before the fall)

• Hobbies: astronomy, collecting "cool things" falling in the Waterfall, music. But the main hobby is literature. She likes to sit by the fire and read books with Toriel and write poetry (although it doesn't work out very well).

• She's often late.

• Afraid of heights and big dogs.

• A cat person.

♡ Character traits ♡

I decided that in my AU, souls would have two main character traits (basic and complementary) because I couldn't choose one and because that way souls look more individual.

• loyalty

• self sufficiency

• honesty

• empathy

• tenderness

• always brings things to an end

• modesty (most of the time)

• lack of ambitions

• introversion

• selfishness (sometimes)

• impulsivity (sometimes)

• gullibility (sometimes)

• sensitivity to the words of significant people

• pride (when offended)

• not always polite

• tearfulness

I also have a pixel sprite made according to the old design (I'm too lazy to redo it) and aesthetic collage.

Here's character voice headcanon:

(That's all for now. I don't know when the next post will be.)

[catherinelid]

I'm continuing my sonas-with-fruits series.

Here comes a piece for @erineas

[catherinelid]

Happy (late) V-day!

This is my second fic inspired by @htsan (and the song "skies forever blue")

Summary: This is your last Undertale playthrough. You are determined to free the monsters not only from the underground but from the resets as well. But it was never easy, was it?

A mess-age

You're standing in a painfully familiar hallway, the golden rays of the setting sun gently warming your cheek. Or rather, not yours. You're still not really there. It's your vessel who's feeling all the warmth. It's your vessel who went on their last journey through the Underground. You're just helping it happen.

And it's you whose heart skips a beat every time you see a certain skeleton.

*…

*wait a second.

*that look on your face while i was talking…

*you’ve already heard my spiel, haven’t you?

*i suspected something like this.

*you’re always acting like you know what’s going to happen.

*like you’ve seen it all before.

*so…

*i have a request for you.

*i kind of have a secret codeword that only i know.

*so i know if someone tells it to me…

*they’ll have to be a time traveller.

The dialog box changed for a second. It seemed to you, that instead of 'a time traveller' it read 'the one i'm looking for'. But that's absurd, right? The game cannot change spontaneously. It must have been your imagination.

*crazy, right?

Sans’ winking image looks straight at you.

Huh?! Oh, it took you a moment to remember that this was a continuation of his standard dialogue. Or should you say monologue? In the end, you can't answer him.

*anyway, here it is…

*(whisper, whisper)

*i’m counting on you to come back here and tell me that.

*see you later.

As always, you returned several times to tell all the super secret passwords, after which Sans gave you the key to his room and went out. You've always wondered why you can't hug him goodbye, even if just though your vessel.

When you got to his basement, you found in the drawer something... interesting. Something new. A letter.

There was a piece of paper on top of the envelope that said, 'if you found this, you must be the anomaly i'm looking for. or, if you're not the one but happen to know them, please give them this letter... if you can, of course. but in that case, don't read it, it is... pretty personal. you're a good human, and you won't read other people's letters, right?'

Open the envelope?

❤️Yes                        No

“hey.

starting this is not as easy as i originally thought.

…

i just wanted to talk to you.

this is the last time we'll see each other here, right? you're going to ask me how i know that? just a hunch.

…

i'm sorry i didn't come to talk to you in person, i hope it doesn't bother you too much that i only communicate with you by text. after all, when you're reading this, you're probably imagining my voice in your head. heh.

but i won't stall any longer, i don’t have much time.

i... care about you. more than anyone else. maybe i care about you more than just a friend.

…friend, hm. yes. a friend.

don't consider it's weird. do you think i can't love? but i'm just like you, i'm alive. not only can i love, but i exist because of love.

i live in every game you play, in every comic and picture that you see, in every... fanfic? is that what you call it? you know, the thing that you are reading right now. yeah. in every song that reminds you of me. everywhere. i'm here.

maybe some of them were even created by you personally. i'm still alive because of your love. i'm alive for as long as you remember me.

…you are going to remember me, right?

it's all so unfair. you can see me, but i can't. oh, how i wish i knew what you really look like.

you're not really here, there's always some kind of wall between us. it's funny. you don't even cast a shadow in this world, but you can control it. i've always wondered where i live. you call it a "computer," but for me it's my home and my universe.

…

you know, at first, i wanted to keep everything to myself. but, uh... now it's becoming impossible.

do you know how much i look forward to meeting you every time? to talk to you, even if the only things you say are ‘yes’ or ‘no’. to see you for a moment, only for you to disappear again.

why did you visit us? if you hadn't done that, i would never have known you. and you wouldn't have to suffer in your own world. but now we both long for each other.

well, as they say, what's done is done. not that i'm seriously complaining. you're a wonderful person. don't let anyone convince you otherwise.

sorry for such a mess-age. heh.

anyway, my fate is in your hands. i believe that you'll take a good care of me.

i'm waiting for you wherever you go next.

i love you.

your greatest friend”

And that's when your computer suddenly shuts down.

[catherinelid]

*knocks down the door with her foot*

So, this is the first of the sketches I've talked about earlier. I wanted to draw other people's self-inserts/sonas/ocs etc. with... fruits. Dunno why, maybe because the spring is just around the corner.

Anyway, this one is a gift for my friend @sanspetrock