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ᎳhᎬᏁ ᎽᎾu bᎬᏟᎾmᎬ ᏟᎾᏒᏒuᏢᏆ, ᎽᎾu mᎥᎶhᏆ Ꭺs ᎳᎬᏞᏞ ᎠᎾ sᎾ mᎪᎶᏁᎥfᎥᏟᎬᏁᏆᏞᎽ ᎬmbᏒᎪᏟᎬ ᎽᎾuᏒ bᏞᎾᎾᎠ, ᎥᏁᎠuᏞᎶᎬ ᎥᏁ ᏢᎾᎥsᎾᏁ ᎽᎾu ᎪᏒᎬ ᏁᎾᏆ hᎬᎪᎠᎬᎠ fᎾᏒ hᎪᎠᎬs ᏆhᎬ ᎬᏁᎠ Ꮎf ᏆhᎬ ᎳᎾᏒᏞᎠ Ꭵs ᎬᏁᎠᏞᎬss Ꭺh, ᎽᎾu musᏆ ᏞᎬᎪᏒᏁ ᏆhᎥs! ᏆhᎬ ᎠᎪᎽs Ꮎf ᏢᏒᎾsᏢᎬᏒᎥᏁᎶ ᎪᎶᎾᏁᎽ!
frisk is a camab nonbinary trans girl
“ WHERE are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang And stood in brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their GRAVES, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. ”
- The Death of Flowers, William Cullen Bryant
“ WHERE are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang And stood in brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their GRAVES, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. ”
- The Death of Flowers, William Cullen Bryant
Flowey had been staring forlornly up at the peek of Mt. Ebott. Upon hearing the eerily familiar voice, he cast his gaze down toward the source. And wished he hadn’t.
“H-howdy.” Responded the flower, trying vainly to keep the nervous tremor out of his voice.
“… How nice to see you… B-but, it’s alright. I’m not welcome up there probably, and I’m sure you have better things to do. Little ol’ me will be fine down here.”
He had a feeling he wasn’t getting off the hook that easily.
“You’re always welcome around me, Flowey...”
I’ve been waiting for this conversation for quite some time.
“Or maybe I shouldn’t call you that, anymore? Why don’t I call you Asriel?” she asked, a grin forming. “Asriel Dreemurr... it’s a pretty nice name, I say~” she said with a giggle. “Much better than Frisk, if you ask me~”
Not as good as Chara, though, she thought.
knaves, you say? here, have some knaves! *the anon hands over a knave*
“̤̙͚̬̺͛͆̽͂͆ͮ̓̀I̻͖͌͐̓̽̔ͥ'm̙͎͎̼ͯ ͓̻̦̥̈́͐̑̍͌ḡ̘̬̜͓̜̘͢ȏ͙̮̯̼͕͕̙̌͒̾̑͊ỉ̞ͤn̾̈́̆̃͢g͔̹ ͉̩̑̀͗͆̚̚t̵͕̦̜̖̹o̳̰͉͐̍͛ ̧̱̜̯̹̫͐c̡̾ͫ͂ͣ͋̚o̭͉̐ͦ̓͋̑̐̐v̮͔̭͇̙̓̊̆͂̔ͧ̇͜e͍̜̋̕r͖̳ͫ̒̉̀̚ ̷͇͙̗̮͉̞ͪͥ̀̎ͅy̘̹o͕̜̯̙̹̳͕ͪ͆̌̿͌ͮ͛͘u̞͎̹̲ͪͯ͢ ̼̤͉̏̾ͣͫ̏̊ͮi̦͖͖̠ͥͨͨ̽̉́n̵̝͉ͣ́͐̃ ̟̩̣͔̦̰̋͆̇͑ͪ̚b̖̪̰̟̹̫̔̏͐́a̙͕͓̲̰̻̭̅̾̉̇̈́co̯̬̤͚̖̤ͥ̔̒͊ͮ͗ͅn̥̬͖̝̦͇͎͋̐̄̃ͪ ̛̻̥̜̹͎̹̗̏̃ͬ͂̚a̘͑͛͊̀ͩn͙͕̼͙͚͔̮͟d̎̀ ̞͛t̼h̞͇̅̈́͗͝r̛̫̪̟͂͐͑̏́ò̼͕̪̟͓͇w̨̯̦̞̬̘͗̽ͤ ̲̲̤͂ͪ̋̍̚y̸̗̼ͣͤō̶̰̥̼ͮ̑ͤ̅̋uͦ̎̏ͩ͆ ̶̻͎͒ͩ̅ͦ̃tͮͯͩͦ͡o̥̲ ̶̼̦̬͕͈̖͇ͥ͐̽̈́̄ȁ͚̬̓̽ ̩̻͑͡p̷͕̲͓̣̬͕̉ȃ͉̲̟͉ͯ̾̓ͤ̑̕c̨͐̃̍ͣ͒ͫ̚k̫̝̠̞̖͔͇͌ͬͯ͐ͦ̆̔ ͎̼̼̥̼͓̑̈̀ơ̪̺͚̳̲̬ͬf͕̈̑̿ͪ̊̈ͣ͜ ̫̤̞̞̾̇͌́s͔̭͚̈t̳͖̦̝͈̻́̌a̔̉̅r̰̦̺̼͎͑ͭͣͥͬͭ̈͞v͉̹͚͔̱̜ͭ̊́͗͊͠i̵̯͇͙̦ͥ̆ͧ̉̿̒̑n̵͎͈̫͎̓͒̑̈́g͇̈̆̊́̚ ̵̰͔͓̔̄̒́̉ͦ̋l͈̱͇̍̌ͅͅi̛̙̳̩̝̮o̞̜̗̲̮͗̓ͬ̐ͤ̎ͮn̻̹͎͍͓͑͐̒̉͂ͪs͕̖͖̭̉̀̄̅̿͂̚͜.̢̳̹̐ͣ"͇̞̞͚̣̙̽
knaves, you say? here, have some knaves! *the anon hands over a knave*
"̤̙͚̬̺͛͆̽͂͆ͮ̓̀I̻͖͌͐̓̽̔ͥ'm̙͎͎̼ͯ ͓̻̦̥̈́͐̑̍͌ḡ̘̬̜͓̜̘͢ȏ͙̮̯̼͕͕̙̌͒̾̑͊ỉ̞ͤn̾̈́̆̃͢g͔̹ ͉̩̑̀͗͆̚̚t̵͕̦̜̖̹o̳̰͉͐̍͛ ̧̱̜̯̹̫͐c̡̾ͫ͂ͣ͋̚o̭͉̐ͦ̓͋̑̐̐v̮͔̭͇̙̓̊̆͂̔ͧ̇͜e͍̜̋̕r͖̳ͫ̒̉̀̚ ̷͇͙̗̮͉̞ͪͥ̀̎ͅy̘̹o͕̜̯̙̹̳͕ͪ͆̌̿͌ͮ͛͘u̞͎̹̲ͪͯ͢ ̼̤͉̏̾ͣͫ̏̊ͮi̦͖͖̠ͥͨͨ̽̉́n̵̝͉ͣ́͐̃ ̟̩̣͔̦̰̋͆̇͑ͪ̚b̖̪̰̟̹̫̔̏͐́a̙͕͓̲̰̻̭̅̾̉̇̈́co̯̬̤͚̖̤ͥ̔̒͊ͮ͗ͅn̥̬͖̝̦͇͎͋̐̄̃ͪ ̛̻̥̜̹͎̹̗̏̃ͬ͂̚a̘͑͛͊̀ͩn͙͕̼͙͚͔̮͟d̎̀ ̞͛t̼h̞͇̅̈́͗͝r̛̫̪̟͂͐͑̏́ò̼͕̪̟͓͇w̨̯̦̞̬̘͗̽ͤ ̲̲̤͂ͪ̋̍̚y̸̗̼ͣͤō̶̰̥̼ͮ̑ͤ̅̋uͦ̎̏ͩ͆ ̶̻͎͒ͩ̅ͦ̃tͮͯͩͦ͡o̥̲ ̶̼̦̬͕͈̖͇ͥ͐̽̈́̄ȁ͚̬̓̽ ̩̻͑͡p̷͕̲͓̣̬͕̉ȃ͉̲̟͉ͯ̾̓ͤ̑̕c̨͐̃̍ͣ͒ͫ̚k̫̝̠̞̖͔͇͌ͬͯ͐ͦ̆̔ ͎̼̼̥̼͓̑̈̀ơ̪̺͚̳̲̬ͬf͕̈̑̿ͪ̊̈ͣ͜ ̫̤̞̞̾̇͌́s͔̭͚̈t̳͖̦̝͈̻́̌a̔̉̅r̰̦̺̼͎͑ͭͣͥͬͭ̈͞v͉̹͚͔̱̜ͭ̊́͗͊͠i̵̯͇͙̦ͥ̆ͧ̉̿̒̑n̵͎͈̫͎̓͒̑̈́g͇̈̆̊́̚ ̵̰͔͓̔̄̒́̉ͦ̋l͈̱͇̍̌ͅͅi̛̙̳̩̝̮o̞̜̗̲̮͗̓ͬ̐ͤ̎ͮn̻̹͎͍͓͑͐̒̉͂ͪs͕̖͖̭̉̀̄̅̿͂̚͜.̢̳̹̐ͣ"͇̞̞͚̣̙̽
I̳ ̼se̵̮̬e̘͉̯̱͔̣͠ ̦͎̪͉͖̥̰͘ý̠̝̮͚̮͓o̵̪u̻͍̤̺̠̣͍͡,̬̟͍̺ ̷̻̠d̩̮̫̯e̞̳̙a̜̭̘̺͍r̞͔͇͎̰̙ͅ ̩̩̮͡b͝r̫̠̱ot̥̙̘̥͚͖͜ͅh̤e̝̖͡r̼̥.
Ḓ͓͓̥̣͠͠o̷̧̥͜ń̝͟'̴̧̳͔͇͎̲̩͙̣͝t̷͍͍̯̝ͅ ̸͏̲̺̦̻̰̟t͙̖̼̗͝h̡̟̻̳̰̙i̥̥̩͇͢n̡͈ķ̡̯̻͚͘ ҉̧̠͈y͕̤̬̼͓̻o̧̡̭̥u̢̕͏̠̻̝̰͍̻'̢͎̤͖̞̞r̶̴̠̻̣̗̪è̴̠͕͓͢ ̶̡̭̫̱̮̮̰̘f̱̲̳͞r̨̢̰̣͉͇é̢͙͕̹e҉̶̡̬̤͉͉̼ ̞͟ę͏̨̳̱̫i҉̢͎̩̥t̵̸̺̮̭͉̙̫̪ͅh̸͚͟è̺͕r̛͈̱͙̜͡.͎̪̪̺̪̤́
"̶̛͔͕̫̙̺̄̂̌ͮ͟Y̶̹͎̞̱̗͈̲̦̆ͫͫ̓̕͜ǒ̷̭͉̮͍̰̺͕̫͂̓͠u͚͔ͥ̊́͜͝'͙̲͐̉ͮ̾͌̊̍ͮ͘r̻̮̝̺͎͓̪̟ͫͣͧ̒́͐͑ͧ͒́e̬̪͍̰͐ͪͬ̆ ̡̘̫̜̺̈́ͥ͜ͅå̫̗͚͙̪̰̬̲̭ͭ̽ͧ́͟ḷ̡̍̄ṃ̛̺̭̉o̹̳̖͓̫̘ͭ̓̌ș̸̽ͥ̓t͉̓̎͆͂̆͘ ̴͔̫̖̲̦̪̎ͨ͆̂̽ͤ̽a̛̝̟̮̹̖͉͍ͯ̇́̕s̗̣̝̖̮̫̻͚̲̓̎͆̚͝ ̥̥̠̘͐̍̓c̭̪͉̳̣͗̈ͬ̇͠r̻͈̗̞͓͚ͧ̾ͤ͋͛̌͢͝ṵ̧͙̗̲̂̆̽̋̆͋e͔̖͉͖͚͓͚͎͊ͤĺ̨̮͗͜ ̻͇̬ͭͨ͑͜͟ͅͅä́̓͋͂͘͏̝͍̜̱̲͠s̸̶̠̘ͤ̃ͮͭ̋̑͗̏ͧ͢ ̝̣̻̟̱̤̓̆͆̚m̶͇̠̙͍ͤ͆͞ę̭̟̗̻̪͇̏ͩ̾̓́͑͑̚.̵̨͔̻͚͉ͯ͐ͭ̍̋̊̐"̧̟̳̘ͩ̊
I̩̖̦̥͍ͥ͌̆ͪ ̗͖̖͗ͯͧ̂̽́̀b͎̲͛̄e̙̜̺̦̯̘ͦ͆̓͞t͉̭͕͆͐ͥ͂͊ ̲̱̦̭̫ͤͨͣ̒̚͢y̷ͣou͏͙̹̖̺͈ȑ̙̭͓̯̘ͫ̔ ̭̘̙̱͎̣ͨ̅ͪ̑t͔͎̫̳͇̠̑̇ẇ̺͔̟̤̯͓̍ͦ́ŏ̸͙̝̺͖̓͌ ̼͓̖̠̱̹̥̿̈́͑̓̃͞ḍ̘̬ͦ͛͑̓e̲̣̟̝ͪ̐͆͗͛̍͞a̡͑̃d̡͍̲̮̎̅͗͊̑̓̎ ̲̞̠͙̙͙͒̍͆̄͋̂c̐̎ͮ͌o͞u͚̭̥̩̝͊̾ș̭͔̗͗ͫͦ̾͠ǐͩ̿̃ͯͩ̊n̤͙̿͊́ͣ̓̎ͪ͞s̶̜͎͓͖̽̈́ ͈͈̝̥͖̯̞͌̈́ͥ̊̈ͯw̫̞̪̖͉̤͠o͉̙̠̗͟u̫̹͑ͥ̌̀͛͋̕l͖̗ͯͨ͆̒ͦͥ̒ď͓̭́ͤ̾̌̐̿ ͇̩̞̭̉̑͐́ͅa̡̦͚̜̠̙ͭ̐ͯ̌̄g̛̉̑͊ͬͧͪ͌r͉͎͎̦̜͘e̠̹̰̜̹̖ͭè͚̮͍̱̬̬̕ ̧̱͆̊ͯw̢̳͉̹̍͋̅͌͆i̗͍̬̲t͓͎̠̳͖͌͗̀̊͋h̔͞ ̞̰̝̼̼͘m̘̲̪͓̲͖̀̽ͨ̊ͅḛ̸͌ͩ̿̒ͪ̀̀,̤̙̟̼͎̊͋ ̻͉̹M̂͗͑̾̾͌͐e̤͓̅͗̀tͯͣ̆̌͂̓҉̘͕t̳̉ͦ͠a͚͚̤ͪ̇ͭt̶̥͉͙͎̖͔o̖̪̞̱̬͙̿̅̐̄ͫ̏ṋ̴̬͕̣̏̽̇̾ͅ.̨̮͚̟̲̘̥̣̑
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“That’s your house back in the Waterfalls, isn’t it? Those were your diaries.”
She grinned, tossing the silver key into the air before catching it. “You know, you oughta look into the fine ladies who run the store right next to the hotel. They were selling this without a care in the world.”
“So that makes that worthless ghost your family or something, right?” she asked, shrugging with a grin.
“I can hardly blame you for wanting to be this instead of as you were before. God, just the thought of having to be like that depressed shut in... it’s no wonder you were so quick to abandon him at a moment’s notice when you could be something more, huh? Yeah...”
"̗͠H̤͓͕͇̞a͚̭̻p̭̝p̺̹̺̫̗͉̞ị̺̗̥͇̣n̶ͅe̩s͏̻̬̖͔̜̲̖s̵̜̫̹͈ requires it’s sacrifices, after all. How could you possibly gain anything when shackled down by the weaknesses of others? When you’re dragged down by things like commitment? Loyalty? Friendship? The burden of family? It’s weird. Of all the people in this miserable, forsaken prison underground, you’re the closest I can come to respecting. Forsaking everyone and everything you have ever loved and cared about in the pursuit of your fame and influence...”
"̶̛͔͕̫̙̺̄̂̌ͮ͟Y̶̹͎̞̱̗͈̲̦̆ͫͫ̓̕͜ǒ̷̭͉̮͍̰̺͕̫͂̓͠u͚͔ͥ̊́͜͝'͙̲͐̉ͮ̾͌̊̍ͮ͘r̻̮̝̺͎͓̪̟ͫͣͧ̒́͐͑ͧ͒́e̬̪͍̰͐ͪͬ̆ ̡̘̫̜̺̈́ͥ͜ͅå̫̗͚͙̪̰̬̲̭ͭ̽ͧ́͟ḷ̡̍̄ṃ̛̺̭̉o̹̳̖͓̫̘ͭ̓̌ș̸̽ͥ̓t͉̓̎͆͂̆͘ ̴͔̫̖̲̦̪̎ͨ͆̂̽ͤ̽a̛̝̟̮̹̖͉͍ͯ̇́̕s̗̣̝̖̮̫̻͚̲̓̎͆̚͝ ̥̥̠̘͐̍̓c̭̪͉̳̣͗̈ͬ̇͠r̻͈̗̞͓͚ͧ̾ͤ͋͛̌͢͝ṵ̧͙̗̲̂̆̽̋̆͋e͔̖͉͖͚͓͚͎͊ͤĺ̨̮͗͜ ̻͇̬ͭͨ͑͜͟ͅͅä́̓͋͂͘͏̝͍̜̱̲͠s̸̶̠̘ͤ̃ͮͭ̋̑͗̏ͧ͢ ̝̣̻̟̱̤̓̆͆̚m̶͇̠̙͍ͤ͆͞ę̭̟̗̻̪͇̏ͩ̾̓́͑͑̚.̵̨͔̻͚͉ͯ͐ͭ̍̋̊̐"̧̟̳̘ͩ̊
if you’re curious
this is my main go-to musing song for Chara
most of the time when i’m doing starters or doing replies on Chara
yeah i got this playing on my ipod~
made a few more speededits <w<
=)
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“Hey, Papyruuuus?”
The comedian’s brother was always... an annoying person, in her opinion. But she wouldn’t deny that he wasn’t completely clueless, all the time.
“Uuu... Can I get your opinion on something?”
chara is literally temmie in disguise
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“Hiya, Flowey~”
This was the spot where she had fallen, wasn’t it? This is where everything had began. Not once, but twice over.
Well, all in all, this run had been... interesting.
By letting Asriel gather the SOULs, he destroyed the barrier for her. And now she was everyone’s best friend...
... This worked out a lot better than how she thought, honestly.
“I didn’t see you up above. I thought you’d like some company!”
It’s kill or be killed. You remember that, don’t you?
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“The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water sprout,
“Down came the monsters, and fought the spider well.
“But the spider was ᎠᎬᏆᎬᏒmᎥᏁᎬᎠ, and eradicated all.
“And the itsy bitsy spider d̹̙̳̥̭͉͈i̝͍͔͟ḏ̶̮̞̦̙̕ͅ ̷̮i̢̡͍t̴͈̗͍ ͚͎a̸҉̗̜̰̤̦̼̰ͅl̵̻̻̟͖̘l̛̝̩ ͉̠͍̻̲̜̱͓͝a̹͉͓̩̰͕̫̟g̭̠͈̫̻͕̙̀̕ͅa̢̘̜̮͎̻̻͜͠ͅͅi̪̩̝̮͜n͏͖̱̬͢.̷̴̩͖̣̲̘̳̟͠”
Did you know how many times it got boring to eradicate all the enemy in an endless loop? Chara didn’t. She lost track of the resets around the 20ish time.
She smiled as the overworld spider crawled on her hand, even giggling as it extended it’s web to descend from her finger. She never paid spiders much mind: Toriel told her the spiders were monsters like everyone else and should be treated with respect. But human world spiders were stupid little insects with no actual worth beyond the ecosystem they inhabited.
It was so disappointing, honestly. Humans were so much stronger than monsters, but... their world was utterly dull and pointless.
She giggled, finishing her song, twirling her hand so that the spider was on her pointer finger. “You know... Muffet would be really angry if she saw this...” she said, leaning down and whispering: she honestly looked like a child playing. “But Muffet isn’t here, so...”
Down came her thumb.
“Don’t worry, Mr. Spider, it’s just a bad dream,” Ạ̸̡͉̳̪̭̘̰͕͎̭̦̠̜̬͇͇̫̥͞͠N̴̶̨̙̜̣͍͓͓̗̥̼̪͇͙̦̗͙̖͠͝D̢̡̖̗͎͙̫̘͖̤̰ ̨̧̪̯͍̭̤͕Ý̶̨͍̙̪͚̫̞͝O͏͝͏̵̢̹̭̫̘̤̹̩̼̤͈Ù̷̕͠͏̗̜͙̬͕'͚̦̯̤̱͎͚͚͔͍̩͙̯͘R̵̨̭͈̪͔͚̩̝̰̫̘̫̫̹͈͎̬̠̯͢ͅE̶̶̢͇̣̣͖̭̰̬͈͉̱͈̼̼͡ ̯̲͔̱̰͕̱͙͓̼͞ͅN̢͇̖̤̜̪̳̝̕Ȩ̸͉̦̥̪̰̮͎̳̲̣V̩̟̯̙͔̳̤̖͇͖̗̝͞͡͝É̷̵͚̘̗̩͎̹̮̫̮͝Ŗ̗͙̠̥̠͡ ̡̞̯̳͓̲͚̥͉͙̣̰̭̝͙͇̞̰W͢͏͇͍̫͕͍̙A̵̢̻͔̠̱̣̻̹̯̥̱̹̥͍̜͎̤̻̫͡K̶̴̢͉̜̭̻͢I͍͕̖̝̰͍̰͖̤͍̗͍̙͕͈̞̝̹̕͠ͅN̡͕͉̳͈͖̭͈͓̦̞̦͙͔͈͍̥̕G̴̨̙͕̙̤̗͝ ̮͕̭̰̮̰̺̪̜̼̀̕U̢͔̙̬̝̳͉̱̳͔͕̘̖͢͡P̧͞͏̖̬̬̳̗̻̲͚͔̘̱͇̘͖̞̱͜͝
Moments like this had become rare for the monster’s ambassador. But, hey: all children enjoyed playing, right? ‘Frisk’ was no exception. “... Hmm?” That figure...
... Oh, of course.
“Papyrus! Papyruuuuuuuuuuuus!” wiping the spider away on a nearby rock, she ran towards her bestie, waving her hand as she ran over. As one would expect from a child with no Execution Points. “Uuu, I’m over here!”