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Gastorber Day 29: Timeline (colored)

Some months ago, I gave the Gaster followers colors, based on the primary colors of the light (since all gray are a mix of red, green and blue in equal quantity).

And goner kid too, but for them I choose brown as it's the result of the mix a of pigment colors.

And yesterday I finally gave them (and clam girl) names too ^^

So from left to right (without counting Gaster and Chela) they are: Clovisse, Dr Felix Greenwich, Dr Cherry Redberry, Dr Birdy Bluejay and Sauri

OIKE

             There’s this small creature walking on the hallways, coming near our stations, laughing and effortlessly radiating the sweetest smiles. Bouncing around like a cute stress ball. Her aura, as I describe it, just like some of the people that I’ve met, is dancing in bright and light colors. Adorable, giggly, and soothing at the same time.                                                                                               I told her that she’s a small woman with a big heart. A compliment which I rarely give to people I barely know. She’ll be an exception though. Conversing with her just emanates positivity within our circles. I find her expressiveness of being an ailurophile cuter than her height. I love cats but on a different context. Hers are certainly on the brighter side of the felines’ attributes and how they are always that ball of fur, so soothing and fluffy.                

          I wondered if she ever had any idea about how some people perceived her as a ball of sunshine. It’s bursting bubbles around when she laughs. The way she gushes in awe like a child, her reaction when the group teases and bullies her for fun, and how she made the hardest and futile attempt to flirt with our teammate Rica (the mother of ‘gaydars’). All of those things were just pleasing to behold.

     Being cynical would be an irrational move, right? And clearly, I don’t know why I’m writing these things about her. Maybe because she’s pretty? Or perhaps her untainted and somewhat innocent demeanor were the irony of the things and attributes that I never and could no longer have.

I don’t have much time to draw these days, but here are some oc doodle !

The lonely heart’s club ends not with a bang, but a whisper; it had never been an endeavor they planned to last forever, yet its retirement still caught them all off-guard.

First Tutu had met that Lohengrin fellow, and then Malen and the royal gardener, Freya, had started getting to know each other; they blinked, and suddenly it was just the two of them.