* Despite everything, it's still you.

Greetings, I am Chara. It/they. Fictive. System's main blog is @gallantblade.

[mars-gallavanger]

🦀🆑🆎

[tanblaque]

[pastrypill]

i miss how fun ch 1 was oh my god im not readyf for more angst

[yellow-cat]

(voice of a person spiralling) its embarrassing but i still havent figured out if its ok for me to be alive

[valtsv]

really love a corruption arc where the character is trying way too hard to make it work but they're in over their head and it's uncomfortable and embarrassing and they're swallowing their own puke every time they do something awful and damp with sweat and trembling but insistent that they can do this, they want it, they're not a child, but it's like they're playing dressup in clothes that are too big for them and trying to convince their own reflection in the mirror that they fit and it's just no fun to watch at all

[valtsv]

+ then they find inside them a capacity for cruelty far more upsettingly vicious than anyone could have imagined and decide that because they enjoy how unafraid it makes them feel for the first time in as long as they can remember it must have been their true nature all along instead of something that had to be starved in the dark until it grew desperate enough to claw its way out 🙂‍↕️

[singing-robot]

One of the first character interactions we see in Undertale is Toriel unknowingly attacking her son to save a human child she does not know. She leads the human through the Ruins by their hand to keep them safe (from dangerous monsters like her son) and prepares a room in her house for them to stay in (like the one her son lived in). We can call her “Mom” and she will let us (Flowey watches us the entire time.) She attacks us so we don’t leave (the Underground is full of dangerous monsters (like her son)), but when we make it out, Flowey is there to criticize what we’ve done (we’ve taken his mom) (we’ve killed his mom) (we RESET to save his mom) (our mom). She doesn’t know who he is. He put her to bed when she’d passed out on the floor and left a glass of water on her table (someone has to take care of these flowers).

[blueskittlesart]

9999 (determination.)

[syscest]

all my kinks are "canon compliant" actually. they just didn't show that shit on screen

[rangertycho]

ナーベちゃん

オリジナルアーティスト - tarakan072

*色塗りの練習専用*

[gorryb]

Who is that?

[caprart1]

ugh! this freak again

[ravysu]

• [Give her The Look]

[eggnogo]

finally finished redoing this at like 9x the resolution so it can be printed bigger than a phone

it can allegedly be found on my inprnt page

[valtsv]

you can win pretty much any conflict as a ghost by pushing your hand into their chest and seizing their heart in your cold dead grip

[valtsv]

if they moan like a girl that's the sign of victory and you need to keep going

[phantomrose96]

When you meet Edward Elric he gives off the impression that he's the short-tempered hot-headed "violence is the answer to all life's questions" kind of protagonist, and it's in fact incredible character craft that he's actually the character who ends the series with a negative-3 kill count.

[phantomrose96]

people killed: 0

direct orders of "you really really need to kill this guy" ignored: 1

ongoing murders being committed by Ed's own friends/colleagues that Ed got in the way of to specifically stop that murder from happening: 2

[phantomrose96]

God's worst soldier Edward Elric. Showed up as the youngest member of the Amestrian army, took millions of dollars from them, never followed a single order, helped dismantle their fascist regime, left with a lower kill count than he arrived with, then fucked off to go be a house-husband. Character of all time.

[micromontage]

Hey I'm going to rhe storeDoUWantMe I mean do u need anything

[the-dominant-script]

If you fight quietly

You carry more than you show, don’t you? You get up, function, respond, smile when it’s expected and underneath it all, there’s this quiet heaviness you can’t quite name, let alone explain. People say you seem strong, calm, even put together. They don’t see how often you stare at the ceiling at night, wondering how much longer you can keep doing this without breaking. They don’t hear the noise in your head when the world goes silent. They don’t notice how you shrink a little when someone says “you’re just too sensitive” or “you’re overthinking again.”

You’ve tried to talk about it, maybe once, maybe more and were met with advice, solutions, distraction. Not presence. Not understanding. So you stopped trying. You stopped expecting anyone to really ask how you are and stay long enough to hear the real answer.

And still, you carry on. You show up. You care for others, even when no one sees how much care you’re lacking yourself. You overthink your messages, replay conversations, wonder if maybe you are the problem. You give people second chances they never earned. And you apologize for needing too much, when what you needed was never too much, just never given.

I’m not here to fix it. I won’t pretend I have the perfect words. But I see you. I know that fight, the one behind your eyes when you laugh, the tension in your jaw when someone says “you’ve got this” and you nod, even though you don’t believe it. You don’t have to be loud to be brave. You don’t have to be unshakable to be worthy. And you don’t need to be understood by everyone, just enough to remind you that you’re not alone in the dark.

So if today is heavy, be slow. If the world feels cold, wrap yourself tighter. And if no one’s said it lately, I’m proud of how you’re still here. Not perfect, not loud, just still here. That’s enough. And you’re not invisible to the ones who know how to see.