[glowgnostic]

rest in peace flowey

[silentassassin21]

[gryphll]

Giving The People What They Want

what a blessed video

@danielhowell  @amazingphil

[tai-korczak]

23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source article. Where words came from.

[disparatekate]

[sirius-pun]

hey, Mars, is this secretly you?

are you secretly a super powered robot?

@call-mefrisk

[call-mefrisk]

Mars gasped.

“Oh no— you’ve found my secret identity!! For shame, I can’t allow you to live with this knowledge!”

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk shivered and huffed. No Fair! They was gonna boop ya!

[call-mefrisk]

She laughed softly.

—Alright, try it again now.

She stood still, keeping her arms at her sides and her fingers extended.

[theroadblockedwriter]

They squinted and… boop!

[call-mefrisk]

The Reaper was indeed booped. Soft. And cold.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk liked soft… but squinted and asked why they were cold.

[call-mefrisk]

—I am the angel of death. And I am dead.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk squinted, and looked confused. They asked how that worked.

[call-mefrisk]

—I am very dead, by human standards. I became an angel, and I serve the god Death.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk said that sounded cool, and asked what they do if they are an angel.

[call-mefrisk]

The reaper summoned a large scythe, it's handle was of carved wood painted a deep, glossy black, and the blade was long and silver.

—I collect stubborn souls, and take them to either heaven or hell.

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk shivered and huffed. No Fair! They was gonna boop ya!

[call-mefrisk]

She laughed softly.

—Alright, try it again now.

She stood still, keeping her arms at her sides and her fingers extended.

[theroadblockedwriter]

They squinted and… boop!

[call-mefrisk]

The Reaper was indeed booped. Soft. And cold.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk liked soft… but squinted and asked why they were cold.

[call-mefrisk]

—I am the angel of death. And I am dead.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk squinted, and looked confused. They asked how that worked.

[call-mefrisk]

—I am very dead, by human standards. I became an angel, and I serve the god Death.

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk shivered and huffed. No Fair! They was gonna boop ya!

[call-mefrisk]

She laughed softly.

—Alright, try it again now.

She stood still, keeping her arms at her sides and her fingers extended.

[theroadblockedwriter]

They squinted and… boop!

[call-mefrisk]

The Reaper was indeed booped. Soft. And cold.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk liked soft… but squinted and asked why they were cold.

[call-mefrisk]

—I am the angel of death. And I am dead.

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk shivered and huffed. No Fair! They was gonna boop ya!

[call-mefrisk]

She laughed softly.

—Alright, try it again now.

She stood still, keeping her arms at her sides and her fingers extended.

[theroadblockedwriter]

They squinted and… boop!

[call-mefrisk]

The Reaper was indeed booped. Soft. And cold.

[call-mefrisk]

(Vision thing and it lasts 1 or 2 days) Mars has visions of someone attacking Cosmic, sometimes they nearly kill him, sometimes they do kill him. And other times something weird happens to Cosmic after the attack. Something engulfs his soul, he cries our, and Cosmic vanishes into thin air.

(This is so cruel... love it.)

“No...” Mars sobbed softly. “How did this happen?? No!!” Their body moved on its own accord, flinging paintbrushes and cups off of their desk with a swipe of their arm. Chara killed Cosmic. She finally did it. She got to Mars’ friends like she said she would.

Mars broke down to the ground, their cries pouring from the depths of their soul, until... something came to their memory. Not long ago, they went to visit Cosmic, and... And when they left, Chara attacked him?

Mars blinked tears from their eyes, looking confused, unable to live in their reality for a moment. They sniffled, and began to collect themselves, a frown formed on their forehead. “No... that’s not...” Their sorrow quickly shifted into disbelief, and they stood, looking at the mess they made. “That’s not what happened. Wh-what??”

Mars rubbed their face, taking a step back, looking at the whole picture. It was a vision; it felt distant, on the back of their head like a rusty memory of a nightmare. It no longer stung in their heart, the could feel it wasn’t true. They could always feel Cosmic in their heart, and today wasn’t different. It was for a few minutes, but now the fog had cleared.

“It felt so real... was I... daydreaming...? Day nightmaring...?”

[horrificmemes]

Curse my muse with visions you think will haunt them.

They will be forced to see those visions for as long as you/your muse dictates.

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[theroadblockedwriter]

Frisk shivered and huffed. No Fair! They was gonna boop ya!

[call-mefrisk]

She laughed softly.

—Alright, try it again now.

She stood still, keeping her arms at her sides and her fingers extended.

[call-mefrisk]

Passage of Time

It was much like Mars to forget things when they were concentrating on something else. They could forget chores, appointments, names, homework… They could also forget to get some air, and social interaction for weeks.

This wasn’t a good sign, by any means.

Somehow, something snapped Mars back into reality. They had been in their apartment for a good while, sending their clones to do chores and even school for them, while they stayed home to… To do what? Nothing that meant they couldn’t see the sunlight, or their friends, surely.

This strange sensation of coming back to the ‘now’ made the human feel weird inside, guilty, even. The first thing that came to their mind was just how long they had gone without meeting Cosmic, their best friend. Could they still call him a best friend, after neglecting their friendship for so long?

Mars had pulled themselves from their bed, took a short shower with cold water, and dressed up in whatever they found first. They wouldn’t give themselves a chance to hesitate, to procrastinate in meeting Cosmic again. If it wasn’t today, god knew how long it would be until they had a realization again.

With a bag of donuts in one hand, and a tray with coffee on the other, Mars nervously manifested themselves at their friend’s place, knocking gently on the door with their feet, since their hands were busy. They bit their lip. “Maybe I should have texted before…”

@sansoftimeandspace

[sansoftimeandspace]

He was curled up in a tight blanket burrito, softly snoozing away on his couch in the living room. Soft music was playing in the background. He found it helped him to relax and helped him to fall asleep as well.

At first the knocking he heard mingled into his dream, but then he became more aware of it and slowly woke up. 

“Coming… just a second….” He called still half-asleep. The more awake part of him wondered who could it be at his void house, and hoped there was no such thing as door to door salesmen in the void. 

He unfurled himself from his blankets, and put on his jacket. Then he lumbered over to the door, and opened it. He was so surprised speechless at first when he saw who it was. He blinked a few times, and then a big grin erupted on his face. 

“Mars! Hey, pal! Haven’t seen you in quite a while! How ya’ve been? Why don’t you come on in? And bring those tasty treats in along with you too.” He grinned. He opened the door and ushered Mars inside. “Make yourself at home.”

[call-mefrisk]

When Mars first heard their friend’s voice, it felt like something inside them sparked up. They were already holding a smile by the time Cosmic got to open the door for them. Any fear or doubt they had about meeting their friend again was erased, given that they had been welcomed so warmly.

“Thank you, it really has been a long time.” They admitted, shyly, making their way into Cosmic’s home. “I’ve been alright, but I feel even better now that I’m here with you.”

They went to place the bag with donuts and the coffee down. Now that they had their hands free, Mars turned to Cosmic again. “I don’t know why I waited so long to visit you, I’ve missed you so much!” His smile was refreshing to see, and they couldn’t help but going in for a hug.

[call-mefrisk]

*boops the reaper*

Jokes on you, anon.

She grins as your finger goes right through her, providing you of cold shivers.

[call-mefrisk]

💕: What is your ideal/fantasy date? 

Mars grinned.

“Fantasy date? Fully out of my imagination?”

They laughed shyly.

“This is going to sound ridiculous, but I know this is my dream date since I was around twelve.

My date and I, at a lake, we go on a boat and we let the flow take us while we have a picnic. We eat some fancy salad and drink champagne. We reach shore, and get down from the boat. Now we walk into a forest as the twilight settles, and the plants light up with bioluminescence. There’s a pair of horses waiting for us, and we ride them through the forest. We reach a pond or something, it’s a hot day so we dive into the cool water. We wash each other and kiss... The night gets colder so we get out of the water, and it starts to pour over us. We run to a little old house, where we warm up, we cook dinner together. And as the rain stops, we go outside to stargaze.”

Mars was blushing by the end of it, so they covered their bashful smile with a hand.

“S-so, nothing special!”

[smoothens]