Lotuslands All Die (A Collection)

Draw Us

Draw a self-portrait:
Okay. We can do this. Let's see. Who's inside?

Amie. Draw Amie with her lollipops and her red heart-shaped sunglasses. Draw her as 12; draw her as 3. Draw her surrounded by men trying to grab the innocent nymph. Draw her on a swingset in the middle of summer, iced tea staining her upper lip, chocolate-colored pigtails caressing her cheeks--while a man sits and stairs on the bench. Draw her scared of her own shadow, scared of loud noises, and scared of beer-gutted men.

Rameen. Draw Rameen's ever-changing hair: short or long? No one knows. Draw her in a suit; draw her in a dress--either way she'll be happy. Draw Rameen with her husband, he a strong foot over her. Draw her husband loving her, raping her, kissing her, assaulting her, for that is the way of their relationship. Draw her as 24, happy, bubbly, and yet afraid. Draw her hearing voices that tell her to die; draw her smelling gasoline and fire; draw her feeling invisible bugs on her skin; draw her tasting a cake that isn't there; and draw her seeing her delusions become reality.

404. Draw 404 before she was with us: nothing. Draw her as she splits off from nothing and into something. Draw her with her cuts and scrapes, a timeless monster who roams the halls of a psych ward. Draw 404 coming from another universe, coming into the body, and coming to destroy Me. Draw 404 with her jagged teeth, void complexion, and gray hair. Draw her cutting the body, burning the body, ripping the body. Draw her as the destroyer she is.

Andy. Draw Andy as a rapist; draw Andy as as evil. Yet, draw Andy as a husband; draw Andy as a lover. Draw Andy as 25 with ever-changing hair. Draw him as a 6'4" beast, always feeling general dysphoria. Draw him with a leather jacket, skinny jeans, and warpaint to match. Draw him--he who looks like and takes the name of another man, though doesn't claim to be that man. Draw him as the protector, once the destroyer. Draw him renewed; draw him strong; draw him as the father I wish I had.

Gaster. Draw Gaster as the abusive father he is. Draw Gaster with purple, flaming eyes, his skeleton body clothed in dark clothing. Draw him in his form before he fell into the core, the one that attacked Sans and I both. Draw Gaster inside the void, dark and shut away--his form goopy, sticky, and unsanitary.  Draw Gaster as a rapist, yet a passionate lover. Draw him as antisocial, not understanding the rights of others.

Sans. Draw Sans with his blue jacket, a skeleton with clothes. Draw him with his pupils, or not, or a blue one if you wish. Draw him as My brother, My lover, My friend. Draw him as jealous; draw him as more emotional than once thought. Draw him making his famous puns, and draw him protecting his younger brother. Draw him having PTSD; draw him having BPD. Draw him and his father and he'll cry. Draw him under a blanket, having a breakdown. Draw him in his hometown and he'll cry and cry.

Blueberry. Draw Blueberry as innocent as possible, smaller than Sans though exactly like him. Draw Blueberry with two stars as pupils; draw him cooking his famous tacos. Draw him not remembering his father; draw him taking care of his older brother. Draw Blueberry fighting to get in to the Royal Guard; draw him yelling at his older brother for not listening.

Sans 2. Draw Sans 2 with a red hue. Draw him being controlled by his older brother. Draw him violent, dark, and destroyed. Draw him only interested in sex; draw him facedown on a couch, lazy as can be. Draw him with red eyes, telling inappropriate jokes. Draw him with his signature spiky jacket, required by his boss to be worn at all times.

Draw Me. I'm the name they call us all. Draw Me crying. Draw My brain exploding. Draw Me dying. Draw Me.

Draw Us.