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Ghosty Kitty [formerly known as Creator-dv

@ghost-kitty-draws

Creator of DiscordVerse, MusicVerse, EV! × DSMP and Topknot! Header by : blackberry-milkshake

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Hello-?

Oh hello!

Welcome to my blog dear scroller!

Here I provide UnderTale AUs content, I hope you enjoy my artworks and creations!

Oh? I forgot to introduce myself? Silly me!

My name is Ghost Kitty, as my URL suggests, you may call me Ghost or Kitty if you prefer.

I'm the creator of DiscordVerse, EmpireVerse x Dream SMP and of course, MusicVerse! Please feel free to ask questions about my AU if you'd like!

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You can find me on these other social medias too !

Instagram : _Rain.Sans_ (if you see the account active it is most likely the account had gotten hacked. Please report to me if it ever occurs!)

Wattpad :

CnTheTrash

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Please do commission me if you wish! It won't cause any trouble towards me! But it is of course if you'd like to!

My last message on the internet.

Good morning, evening, afternoon. Whatever time it is for you. This is my last message on the internet, on earth actually. This message is a probably come in late because it's scheduled. I'm dead. My URL only makes it more ironic haha, but on a serious note, I am dead. I have taken my life. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you all for longer times. This year was a joyful year for me, but I can't take in anymore of these unrealistic expectations and shitty grades. Thank you. All of you for being with me. I hope all the best for all of you. Kitty out. <3

being a weatherman seems so nice, it seems like such a quaint job, and you get to help people in a small but meaningful way by helping them plan their day, hopefully you bring a smile to their face in the process, and they feel like you’re their friend.

The drama. The injustice. Free him

Every time I see a video of a cat that’s just meowing constantly, I think about how they developed meowing exclusively as a way to communicate with humans.

Past kittenhood, I mean. Kittens meow for the same reason human babies cry; to tell their mom “I have needs and wants and I’m so so small and I hardly even know it!” But adult cats have other ways to communicate with each other. They only continue to meow because they realize it’s the only part of their language that gets have anything close to the correct response from humans.

Anyway. Whenever I see videos like this where a human and cat are doing that sort of call-and-response routine, like-

*human talks at the cat like its a person*
meow
*human talks at cat like its a person*
meow

-so on and so forth, like I dunno, it just hits different somehow. Like it’s not the same as dogs barking at humans, dogs barking is a “natural” dog instinct (to my knowledge), but adult meowing is a specifically domestic behavior. They developed it for us. They know we can’t really understand them, the same way the mom in this video knows the cat can’t understand her, but they meow at us anyway. And this cat’s plaintive meows are it begging to be set free of the grooming torture, obviously, but sometimes it seems like it’s just a call and response.

Like you’ll see a video of a human talking at a cat, and the cat meows back between sentences, and the cat is like lying with its eyes half closed or sitting with its back turned to the human and it’s meowing back anyway and you stop and think about it and realize that they’re doing the same thing.

The cat and the human talking at each other when they don’t need anything from each other, that’s- that’s just conversation. It’s literally cross-species small talk, because both the cat and the human are engaging in it just for the sake of hearing a response back.

They can’t understand each other at all, but they continue to communicate purely for the sake of communication. For the pleasure of each other’s company. For the sake of socializing with each other. We don’t even understand each other, and it’s still small talk.

And you think about that and you remember again that adult cats without humans don’t meow and it’s just their human company comfort language and you cry.

Oh fuck I’m so sorry I didn’t realize I reblogged this from you lmao

No worries, I’m still happy you thought of me!

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Leaves rustled, the sky became a dark shade of grey Nightmare stares up to his mother, reaching for a golden apple before it slowly turned into a black apple.

The balance has been destroyed.

In a panic, he bit the apple. Excruciating pain went through out his body, lightening and thunder clash. It felt as if he had been tied up by a thousand thorn filled vines, tightening every second, wanting to crush every bone in his body... but it didn't, he wished it did. His core could barely hold up, his right eyesocket felt like they were getting stabbed by a knife over and over again. He screamed in pain, yelling out for help, which had caught the Dream's and the villagers' attention. His vision slowly gotten blurry, ---

Found this in my drafts and forgor about it

Ayyyee a commission done!

Pretty proud of how it turned out! The commissioner wanted it done fast because they told me they're an impatient person so I rushed a bit and thankfully this only took me around 2 - 3 days!! Whoo!

if our body replaces all cells every 7 years, then why tattoo stay?

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the simplest version of that answer is- yes, you're right!

the cells containing the tattoo ink DO periodically die and get replaced by new cells, but the reason this doesn't destroy your precious skin art is this- those cells are actually carefully passing the ink particles along to their successors when they kick it, so each new generation of cells picks up the same exact ink particles from their elders in a cycle of inheritance that only ends when you die!

and the long version is, as soon as the tattoo gun fills your arm with ink, your immune system is on top of it; it sends a battalion of white blood cells called macrophages to the area, and they all gobble down the ink in an attempt to break it down and protect you! but. the ink particles are very large, and cannot be broken down by the macrophages, so once an ink particle is engulfed the macrophage that grabbed it is literally just stuck wherever it currently is in your skin and can't go anywhere or do anything else.

this is fine, the cell still gets nutrients and will live a normal macrophage lifespan, it just can't wander off and ruin your ink. but eventually, your trapped ink macrophages WILL die, and when they do they just kind of vomit their captured ink everywhere! whiiiich triggers your body's Intruder Alert defenses and sends a new set of macrophages to the area, who immediately just hork down the SAME DAMN INK PARTICLES and get stuck again. and on and on it goes, ad infinitum!

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I am an idiot made up of billions and billions of tiny idiots

(Honestly have no idea what to put this as)

Leaves rustled, the sky became a dark shade of grey Nightmare stares up to his mother, reaching for a golden apple before it slowly turned into a black apple.

The balance has been destroyed.

In a panic, he bit the apple. Excruciating pain went through out his body, lightening and thunder clash. It felt as if he had been tied up by a thousand thorn filled vines, tightening every second, wanting to crush every bone in his body... but it didn't, he wished it did. His core could barely hold up, his right eyesocket felt like they were getting stabbed by a knife over and over again. He screamed in pain, yelling out for help, which had caught the Dream's and the villagers' attention. His vision slowly gotten blurry, ---

Found this in my drafts and forgor about it

im at a restaurant right now and there's this like 16 year old kid sitting at the table next to me completely alone with like 6 racks of ribs. hes eating like 1 rib every 10 seconds and the poor server who was assigned to him has to keep getting him new ribs. ive been here for an hour just watching this kid inhale ribs like he's gonna die the next day. he probably will given the amount of hot sauce he put on them

i cannot stress enough that this is a stick-thin teenage child sitting alone at a restaurant absolutely going to town on these ribs. this child is eating like hes trying to personally rid the world of ribs. i've been timing him, he orders a full other rack of ribs every 2 minutes. this is fucking insane i dont know what to do

I FOUND AN OLD THINGY

Killer had a taget-like soul correct? So, what if his soul was originally just a normal determination soul and Nightmare made Killer his servant/ right handman. And of course, Killer being Killer, flirted with the king. And Nightmare being the fuckin ass that he is, "fell" for the flirts and basically the two dated and all that fuzzy shit. But one night, Nightmare decided to have some fun :). He invited Killer to his room, then taking out a small pocket knife and a sewing kit. Holding Killer still with his tentacles as he stitched the soul to an oval shape and since the soul is much MUCH more sensitive than the body Killer feels a horrid pain, one none can imagine. Nightmare enjoys his soilder's cry and continues to carve and play around with the fragile soul. The torture continued till dawn. Killer lying on the king's bed, feeling nothing but emptiness. The pain drained all of his emotions, he was nothing but a shell that followed Nightmare's orders.

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