Welcome to My Jelly Mold

“I can’t believe the atmosphere of this place,” you say, lifting your glass to your lips. You nod your head towards the ornate candelabra and matching chandelier at your shared table. “It’s like we’re in a movie.” 

“INDEED, MY LOVELY LITTLE FLESH FLOWER.”

Nothing could have prepared you for that unfortunate combination of words. Your sip of sparkling wine explodes out your nose, and you nearly dump the rest of the glass’s contents into your lap as you quake with silent laughter. Papyrus launches himself from his chair in a horrified panic, joining you at your side as you blindly grope around the table for a napkin. He crouches and hands you one of his silly formal dining gloves to use as a handkerchief instead.

“H-HUMAN! SAY SOMETHING!! OH NO, I’VE SEDUCED YOU TOO HARD!!” The genuine fear in his voice sends you into another giggling fit. “UNDYNE WARNED ME NOT TO COME ON TOO STRONG, I’VE BROKEN YOU!”

You shake your head and pat his knee in a way you hope is reassuring. Papyrus seems to understand, cupping your hand under his and watching you in worried silence.

“Oh my God, Papyrus,” you finally gasp, hiccupping, “never call me that again!”

“O-OH? DO YOU DISLIKE TERMS OF ENDEARMENT?”

“No, no, it’s not that, nicknames are cute, just…avoid that one. It sounds vulgar.”

Papyrus, utterly lost, cocks his head to the side, like an enormous, skeletal puppy.

“ERM…FORGIVE ME MY ROMANTIC MISSTEPS, MY…MEAT MATE?”

“c'mon, bro, it’s just a small picnic, we can eat and leave. we’re almost there. undyne’s waiting.”

“I KNOW.”

“you heard her this morning. she’s excited to see you after all this time.”

“…”

“alphys too. and toriel.”

“AND THE HUMAN.”

“nah, tori said she’d leave them with asgore for today. she knows you uh…don’t want to see them.”

“THEY’RE HERE.”

“nah, for real, paps. she promised. ole fluffybuns has babysitting duty. it’s just us.”

“THEY’RE HERE.”

Sans flinched. Papyrus had only regained his voice a few short weeks ago, and it still pained him to speak more than a handful of words at a time. Sans had grown accustomed to his brother’s new strangled, alien voice, but not the mix of panic and venom that occasionally turned his words to daggers.

wanderlust and what you could become

“Well it’s a fan comic, I’m not a real comic creator.” He was appalled.

“What do you mean you’re not a real comic creator?” He demanded. “Do you have a comic?”

“Well yeah but its a fan comic its not a real-” He literally put his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

“You have a comic. You made a comic. You’re putting in the work. You’re a real comic creator.” He told me about how one of the people he works with on a comic started by writing Mass Effect fanfiction even. I’ve been thinking about that ever since.

I’ve thought about how many times I’ve heard myself and other say things like, “Oh, I’m a writer but I write fanfiction not like real writing.” And thats so bullshit, he was right. 

Then in one of the magazines he bought, he saw one of the comics published in it was done tracing a lot of artwork from old Carl Barks comics (the original artist and writer of the Scrooge McDuck comics). He found the traced comic extremely insulting as it was very poorly done. However, because it was so poorly done and traced, he was like “Well I’M better than THIS at least!” So he got in contact with the magazine people and was hired on as a comic artist for them as well. It was all unofficial fan stuff, but it’s how he started doing comics at all.

Today, he is considered to be the “greatest” currently living OFFICIAL Duck comic artist/writer, often only compared to Barks himself.

When he left Disney, many many MANY fans asked if he’d start a comic with his own original characters, because they wanted to keep supporting HIM and HIS writing. And he answered he doesn’t think he will. Because for him it was about writing about the characters he loved and who meant so much to him. And he has no interest in writing about other characters.

Many of Don Rosa’s comics was adapted into episodes of both the original Duck Tales cartoon as well as the Reboot, and he is still considered the greatest voice in the entire franchise. (although the European division of the comics have their own favourites in terms of writers and artists. But Don Rosa is universally recognised even among European fans as being “the best”) DOn Rosa has won several awards for his Duck Comics, including an Eisner.

Arctic fox at a glacial river

your body also has these things called macrophages, they’re basically white blood cells that vore foreign particles before they can hurt you. the macrophages in your lungs have something called signaling lymphhocytic activation molecules (which we’re gonna call SLAM, as in “come on and slam and welcome to the jam, welcome to the space jammmmm alright alright alright alright). we dont really need to get too much into what they do because this isnt cell bio but basically SLAM has a HIGHHHHH affinity for MV (measles virus). MV basically uses SLAM to corrupt these vore cells, it hijacks them and uses them to transport itself to the nearest lymph nodes to disseminate themselves (fuck your shit up). in the lymph tissue they come into contact with these memory cells, which, you guessed it, also have SLAM. so measles infects these cells as well and then spreads through the body. so your immune system basically freaks out and is like KILL EVERYTHING and you lose those memory cells, which pretty much turns your immune system into a freshman. you dont know whats going on, you havent experienced any of this shit before, and you have no idea how to handle anything other than freaking out (and later on finding out you have an anxiety disorder and why didnt anyone catch that before now?? anyway high school sucks). fortunately our bodies are kind of fucking cool and you get more cells back pretty quickly, but in the shittiest turn of events these new cells have basically NO MEMORY OF ANYTHING EXCEPT MEASLES. hence the amnesia part. its not like, a forever thing, immune memory comes back in 2-3 years, but believe me when i say those 2-3 years are gonna fucking suck. so the moral of this story is