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Details: breaking waves from paintings by Jeanne Smith.
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Arthur Rackham’s Illustrations for the Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales.
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lepetitdragonvert · 4 months
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Vid första tonen var det något som brast inne i Agnetas hjärta
Dès la première note, quelque chose se brisa dans le cœur d’Agneta
From the very first note, something broke in Agneta’s heart.
1910
Artist : John Bauer
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Happy Valentines Day - Flowey
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POST ABOUT CURSOR
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Me when Cursor 😍 (My Error!Cross design)
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stanford-photography · 4 months
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Handmaid 01 By Jeff Stanford, 2023 Buy prints at: https://jeff-stanford.pixels.com/
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When You're Evil - Voltaire.
part one of ?
Part 2
Just sketches....
I have spent way too long on doing this.... It just fits to well. I'll get though the entire song since day.
I've never drawn most of these guys before....
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thepersonalwords · 1 year
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A scientist in his laboratory is not a mere technician: he is also a child confronting natural phenomena that impress him as though they were fairy tales.
Marie Curie
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A Fairy Shepherd, 1910 (wc) by John Bauer (1910, watercolour)
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Details: Portrait of Urania, 19th century, British School.
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maecaart · 1 year
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Skull Kid
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revolutionale · 11 months
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Revolution Tale Ch 4 con.
 
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“Frisk please hold still, I don’t want to accidentally prick you.” Nanny Obedience begged, trying to pin the day pass to Frisks' coat. The child, who was bouncing excitedly, ready to go on more adventures, did their best to hold still for a moment. Around them monsters and humans alike were giving them curious glances, wondering why a child was going to be set free into the monster reservation. 
“Are you sure this is a good idea, miss?” One of the soldiers whispered to the nanny, “They are just a child.”
“It is what the general wishes. Plus this child is stronger than they look” She straightened Frisks collar, “Alright, you remember what the professor told you right?” 
Frisk nodded, looking around at all the monsters walking past. 
“Good. You be careful, okay? And please try to-Frisk!” The child ran off as the nanny was talking, having caught sight of a familiar face. Obedience shook her head, climbing back into the carriage. “Take me home please. 
Frisk didn’t even look back as the carriage drove off, their delight at spotting Toriel giving them tunnel vision. 
“Oh my!” Toriel laughed, looking down at the child who had just wrapped their arms around her skirts. “If it isn’t my new friend.” She looked around, “What are you doing here? Didn’t Sans take you home yesterday, as he promised?” 
Frisk nodded energetically then showed Toriel the day pass. At first she was confused, looking around again, as if someone was going to pop out and yell ‘Haha! We got you!’ And arrest her. But no, there was no danger, only human hating monsters. Dirty looks came from every side, but when they saw who the human was with they nodded respectfully, and scurried away. It wasn’t a secret that MayorAsgore’s wife was a human sympathizer, but if you wanted to stay out of trouble you wouldn’t bother her about it. 
Such action would lead to a cup of tea with the Mayor, he never yelled, but the disappointment in his big doe eyes was enough to dust a person, makeing you feel guilty about your behavior without ever raising his voice. And if that weren’t bad enough, if Sans found out you had been disrespectful, you would feel that guilt running up and down your spine for weeks. No, it was best to say nothing and hurry past. 
“Would you like to come over for some pie? I’m sure Flowie would love to see you again.”
Frisk fidgeted, obviously wanting to say yes, but then pointing to their pass again.
“I see, you are here to visit Sans. Well, lucky for you I just saw him a moment ago at Muffet’s Connivance, I’ll take you there.” She took the Child’s hand and started back the way she had come. “I’ll have to drop you off outside and then make my escape. Sans and I have a habit of talking for too long, and I have to get  back to my laundry.” She smiled
                                                        oO0Oo
“How about I trade you something instead?” Muffet waved one of her hands around, motioning to the shelves of products behind her. The store was empty but for her and Sans, who was leaning against the counter. 
“temptin’, but i need the g.” He smiled. 
“Come on Sans. OH! I know, I can set you up at Grillby’s with one of my girls.”
“no”
“Boys?”
“the g, muffet.” 
“Fine!” She opened the cash register with a ring and angrily picked out five gold coins. “Take. My. G. You. Jerk.” She snapped each gold pice on the counter individually. 
“thank you.” He swiped the coins off the counter. “swindler wants more cider. offering one bag of flour for every two cases.”  
“One for two? Hardly seems fair.” 
“i talked him down from one for five.”
Muffet pulled a face, annoyed. 
“i could tell him to take a long walk off a short pier.”
“No, no. I need the flour. Fine. I’ll have it by tonight. The usual place.” She sighed, closing the cash drawer. “Oh by the way, did you get the note to Papyrus?” 
Sans placed the coins in his pocket, “i was meanin’ to ask you about that.” He leaned back over the counter. “what in the world does ‘skeleton underground’ mean?” 
“I thought you weren’t interested in the ‘you know what’.” She teased.
“i ain’t, and if anything happens to pap because you and him are passing notes i’ll raise this store to the ground.” He shrugged, “but the humans seemed to know what it meant, so if i’m gonna’ protect pap i gotta know what it meant.” 
Muffet pouted, “you don’t have to threaten me.” She looked around to make sure no one was listening, and whispered, “As for the note, I was hoping you would know. My spy was only able to send out the two words, and I haven’t herd from him since.”  
“where did he go missing?” Sans leaned in closer, if he could just figure out what it meant, then he could know if it was a threat or not. 
Behind him the door opened wide with the tinkle of bells and the exited babbling of a toddler. Sans stiffened and cursed under his breath. 
“Is that yours?” Muffet asked. Frisk ran up to the skeleton, hopping and waving their hands about. 
“unfortunately,” Sans looked at the kid, wondering how they had found him, then out the window he spotted Toriel waving to him. He sighed and waved back. Next to him Frisk had noticed the pastry case and was pressing their face up against the glass, admiring the doughnuts. Muffet retrieved one of the pastries for the child. “How did that happen?”
“it's a long story, and i ain’t got time. i’ll be seeing you around.” He pushed off the counter and headed to the door, but Muffet caught him by the collar, pointing down to the little sign in the case. ‘Doughnuts 2G’. Sans grumbled and dropped two coins into the spiders outreached palm. 
“Pleasure doing business with you,” She cackled, the cash register chiming.
oO0Oo
Outside the streets were bustling. Monsters going every witch way, crammed together in the space. Sans weaved easily through the crowed, Frisk hot on his heals.  
He looked down at the smiling child. “now what?” He mumbled to himself, as someone bumped into him.
“Pardon me.” They said.
“no problem fella.” Sans responded, then opened his previously empty hand. In it was  a folded up pice of paper and three G. He placed the coins in his pocket and unfolded the paper, stepping out of the flow of traffic, pulling Frisk along with him. Then he broke off a pice of their doughnut and chewed it as he read. “easy enough,” he said to himself again, crumpling up the paper and adding it to his pocket. 
“so. what to do about you then?” He leaned back against the store front they were stood in front of, contemplating the best corse of action. “alright,” He clapped his hands,  “you go visit tori.” He pushed Frisk in the direction of Toriel’s house. “walk straight down this road till you hit the wall, then turn right. it’s her laundry day today, so she will probably be in the front. anyway you know what her house looks like.” 
Frisk grabbed his hand, shaking their head. 
“listen kid. i know you don’t understand this, but you’re bad for business and i gotta work. no ones gonna wanna hire me of your hangin around. plus i gotta go see a friend and she…doesn’t like visitors. so go on, go.” He pushed them off again and turned to walk down the street. “hope tori wont mind” He mumbled, preparing  to take a short cut. Frisk, unwilling to let him get away so easily, tackled him from behind. 
“what the he-” Sans managed to yelp, before the two of them disappeared from the street. 
oO0Oo
The city of New Home sat on the knees of Mount Ebott. A tall proud mountain, covered in trees and other thick foliage. It wasn’t a place to go for a nice hike, since people were known to go completely missing with no warning in the dense forest. Monsters said humans were hiding in the trees to kill unsuspecting monsters. Humans said it was monsters waiting to eat hapless humans. Both said it was very much hunted. So no one ever stepped foot up the mountain, it was more trouble than it was worth. 
In actuality the forest was a very nice place to be. A place where animals lived happily. Small streams wove through the land scape to eventually come to gather into a river, that then led into a great waterfall that seemed to have no end. The sun shone brightly and the sky was blue. Despite all the rumors it was a perfectly peaceful place. That is until Sans and Frisk burst into existence, tumbling a few feet before finally coming to a stop. 
Sans moaned, sitting up slowly, checking his bones for any major injuries. “kid?” He slowly tilted his head from side to side, it was a little sore, but not too bad. “kid, if you died, don’t tell me. i don’t wanna know.”  
Frisk popped up from where they had landed, waving to Sans to let him know they were okay. 
“wonderful.” He signed.  “look kid, you can’t jump me when i’m takin’ a short cut. i know i make it look easy, but it takes some concentratin’.”  Sans got to his feet and dusted his pants off, Frisk copying him. “wheres my hat?” 
The two of them began searching for the hat, Frisk dug in fallen leaves, looked under rocks, and behind trees. Behind one particular tree, just beyond Sans, Frisk saw something strange. Something white, and floaty. Something that was looking back. A ghost. Without so much as a shout, Frisk took off into the forest. 
“there it is” Sans put his hat back on, “now where are we.” He looked around himself, at the sky, at the nearby stream. “right, okay. kid come here, i’m takin’ you baaaaa-aaand their gone.” Sans watched as Frisk disappeared behind a standing of trees. “papyrus was never this much work.” 
“Sans?” 
“oh, hey blooks, whatcha’ doin’ so far down the mountain?” 
“Alphys needed a specific plant. Golden root. It doesn’t grow up near the mill.” Napstablook floated out from around the tree,
“right, too cold. i think i saw some just over here.” Sans waltzed over and pointed at a cluster of golden flowers growing in direct sunlight.
“Alphys is going to be so happy we found this.”
“is she out here too?”
“Yah, she’s just over-”
A scream cut through the air. Napstablook jumped and hid behind Sans, who sighed. 
oO0Oo
Frisk hadn't gone very far before getting control of themselves. It was silly to be running away from Sans in a forest where they didn’t know where they were. Even if there was a ghost. They turned around to head back. 
A little yellow monster was watching them, standing statue still, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a few moments. Then Frisk waved, and the monster screamed.
“Wh-what! H-how did you get up here!?” The Monster dashed behind a tree. “G-go away!” 
For some reason Frisk felt a twinge of accomplishment at the sight of the yellow monster, but they pushed it out of the way and walked over to her. Trying to calm the monster down, making “It’s okay I won't hurt you” sounds.  
“No. no. Go away! P-please!” She walked backwards around the tree, “stop fallow-ah!” She tripped on a root and fell over backwards. 
“alphys?” Sans walked into the clearing, Napstablook right behind. 
“Sans, t-thank g-goodness. You have t-to help me! Theres a-a human here!” 
Sans helped her to her feet. “uh, yah. i can explain that actually.” 
At that moment Frisk saw Napstablook again and panicked. Running over to hide behind Sans. This in turn frightened Alphys, who ran around to be on the other side of Sans.
“Here Alphys, we found the golden root.” Napstablook floated forward, holding out the flowers. Frisk, scooted around Sans to be further away from the ghost, making Alphys squeak in fear, and scoot around to be further away from the human.
“thats enough ring around the skeleton.” Sans laughed, grabbing them both, setting them on opposite sides of himself.  
“How did a human get here?” Alphys asked, keeping her distance from Frisk, apprehensive.
“that’s sort of my fault actually. i was coming here and they, well…jumped me.” Sans looked down at Frisk who was still cowering behind him.”kid, what are you doing?” 
Frisk pointed a shaky finger at Napstablook. 
“what? blook? you telln’ me you’ll willingly run into a slum full of monsters, but ghosts are where you draw the line?” 
Frisk shook their head and buried their face into Sans’ shirt. “come on, whats one more monster?”
“Technically I’m not a monster though. I’m a dead human.”
“still.” Sans pushes Frisk toward Napstablook. “kid this is napstablook. blook this is frisk.” Frisk walked forward tentatively. 
“Oh, um, hello,” Napstablook waved. “It’s nice to meet you”
Frisk waved back. 
“there see. you stop beein’ scared, and you got to meet a real live ghost.” 
Napstablook paused, repeating Sans’ words to himself, then realized the pun. “S-sans! Thats not funny!” 
“heh heh, sorry couldn’t help it.” he shrugged. “al we found your golden root.” He looked around but she wasn’t next to him any more, instead she was standing some ways off. “alphys? don’t tell me your suddenly scared of the blooks too?”
“N-no. of corse not, it’s the…them.” She points at frisk. 
“really? i know you don't like humans, but this is just a kid. they can't hurt you.”
“B-but they can tell other humans where I am. And b-besides y-you said you wouldn’t bring anyone here u-unless you ask first.” She pouted. 
“i didn’t bring them here on purpose, they jumped me.”
“Oh…w-well, t-they can still bring more humans here!”
“nah, like i said we took a short cut. even if the kid intended on tellin’ someone where you are, they couldn’t.” 
Alphys stepped out from behind the tree. “Are you sure its safe?”
“mostly.”
“Promise?” “never.”
“Sans! Come on be serious!”
“Did I hear someone say Sans?” Came a voice from behind a grouping of trees. A tall pale man stepped into view. He was dressed in the latest French fashion. His long legs were made of ceramic and jointed like a dolls. 
“Oh my dear, there you are.” He simpered, gracefully walking over to Sans. “You did have me worried, you know you were supposed to be here yesterday. You do remember that, don’t you?”
“yah, sorry, i got a little tied up.”
“Mmhmm? Well I’m glad you finally came by. My readers would be devastated if they were deprived of my wisdom. One woman wrote asking me about what she should ware to a ball this evening. I guess she will have to just decide on her own. Come come, lets go to the mill. They can put the rest of my response in the morning run.” 
Without question the group fallowed behind Mettaton, except for Alphys. “Wh-whait!” She stammered, fidgeting with the joints on her prosthetic claw. “I think maybe y-you should, um, take the human away?” 
Mettaton spun around gracefully, “Human?” He spotted Frisk, and sauntered over. “Forgive me, I didn’t see you. Are you a rogue fan come to see Auntie Mettaton in person?” 
“don’t think the kid can read yet, ton.” 
“Nonsense, your never too young for my advice.” 
“s’not what I meant.”
“Let me see. You probably want a bit of help with your colors, yes? Lucky for you I happen to have some swatches at the mill. Come now little star, I shall guide you on the path to fashionableness.” Mettaton took Frisk by the hand and led them away toward the mill. 
“B-but! drat.” Alphys mumbled. Sans put a hand on her shoulder, the two of them fallowed behind the group. 
He was about ninety percent sure that the kid was nothing to worry about, just a bit of a nuisance really. But that other ten percent, that nagging feeling that something wasn’t quite right. He tried to look at the kids stats again, and as before they were normal. But for just a split second he thought he saw something, something hiding behind the normal. Then his socket began to ache so he closed it, running  a finger over the cracks. It was hurting a lot more lately, maybe he wasn’t getting enough sleep, or maybe the wether was changing. 
“storms rollin in.” He mumbled, looking at the perfectly blue sky. 
oO0Oo
The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. After about an hour, Alphys seemed to warm up to the presence of the child. Her mind turning from agitation to more important things. She struck up a conversation with Sans about her current experiment, taking him into the back room to ask his advice. He fallowed happily, always glad to be back in the apothecary. 
Mettaton went about helping Frisk become a more fashionable young human. How to walk, how to stand, how to hold a tea cup in a way that told everyone else in the room that you were important and should be noticed. As for colors, Frisk was instructed to were more warm colors, such as red, and warned away from green in any form. 
Napstablook was convinced into playing something on his fiddle so Mettaton could instruct Frisk in the ways of dance, which the child picked up rather quickly. “a star pupal” Mettaton had commented, after barley tweaking the Childs posture.  
“There you go, one two three, one two three. You are a natural, little star.” Mettaton praised Frisk who giggled in happy response. “I haven’t had a decent dance partner since before the accident.” He sighed wistfully “ Ah but that was the past. Now is now. And now I have you little star.” He twirled Frisk. 
When the sun began to set over the mountain Mettaton gave Sans his replies for the paper, baying him to take them quickly to the press to be printed. Sans assured him they would be on time, and that he would bring a copy as soon as it was available. Frisk said goodby to their new friends, and then took Sans’ hand.
Sans surprised himself by not being bothered by this, as he had been. Remembering back to a time when he and his brother would go everywhere hand in hand. It was hard not to get nostalgic with this kid around, and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He shrugged it off, quickly doing the calculations in his head to teleport them to the entrance to the slum. 
“alright kiddo.,there’s your nanny. get going before she starts another witch hunt. oh and uh, don’t mention alphys, i think she would faint dead away if she thought you were tellin’ people about her. kay?” 
Frisk didn’t respond to this, rubbing their eyes and yawning. Leaning heavily against Sans arm. 
“right. okay go on.” He give Frisk a little nudge. Frisk began to run over to Nanny, but turned around, running back to Sans to give him a hug.
“alright, alright.” He mumbled patting the kid on the head. “your nanny’s watin’”  Frisk cooed at the pat, then let go, ready to go home and sleep. Sans tipped his hat to Obedience, who nodded curtly. 
“Let’s head home.” Nanny opened the door to the carriage. The professor was waiting inside, Frisk, stoped getting in the carriage, nervous at her sudden appearance.
“Hello Frisk. Have a seat.” She waved to the bench across from here. Nanny helped Frisk inside and sat them down. “I’m very exited to here about your day.” The professor said,  pulling something, out of her pocket. “Why don’t you tell me all about it?” She ran her finger over the polished surface of a small brass bell.
The door of the carriage closed and it took off. Sans found himself waving at it as it drove away, a soft ringing drifting to him on the twilight breeze. He slowly put his hand in his pocket, and looked around, a little embarrassed. There was no one around however. Just the guards at the gate who were paying him no mind. With a yawn he stepped back behind the walls of the slum. First he would take Mettaton’s replies to the paper, then he would head over to Grillby’s. Just a small brake before he had to head down to the docks for the Muffet job, he thought to himself, whistling the tune that Napstablook had played earlier that day.  
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marjorie // invisible string // dear john
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Happy Valentines Day - Chara
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thepersonalquotes · 1 year
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A scientist in his laboratory is not a mere technician: he is also a child confronting natural phenomena that impress him as though they were fairy tales.
Marie Curie
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