Too many deaths

One more death One more flower Indie Flowefell Frisk

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{Tumblr is freaking out on me what the heck.}

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apprendor:

       As he waits for a response, Sigma allows himself to finally take in the strange appearance of the human. The flowers stood out upon their skin like a sore thumb, and he’s barely able to hold back from questioning it. No, he wasn’t going to be rude, even if his disgust for humans was evident in and of itself. The other could certainly be dangerous, and he wasn’t going to chance getting in an unneeded battle unless he absolutely had to.        Whether she could see through his plastered-on smile or not, it remained fixed in place.

*     “You’ve been down here before, eh?” he questions, giving the slightest tilt of his skull. “Surely not in this timeline, though. I can’t say I recognize you. That’s probably for the best though, don’t ya think?” In any other case it’d be a threat. He’d warned the children he’d seen that he never wanted to see them again – or else.        His expression finally shifts at the question of the timeline’s status, his brows lowering as his gaze hardens.        Was it that obvious? *     “Would I surprise ya if I said no?”

“No... it doesn’t surprise me.” Her hand moved to cover up her other wrist, feeling his gaze on the flowers with an uncomfortable twinge. One would think that by now the stares would be natural. Yet they still brought that uncomfortable weight in the air around her. The questions were always held back for one reason or another. Eventually she had to get over it and move on... Her gaze finally broke from his to stare down at her hands where they sat at her side, unable to handle that harsh stare. From the looks of it if she simply offered to help out, he probably wouldn’t be comfortable around her. All Monsters seemed wary around humans, making her wonder just what had happened to make it that way. Frisk hadn’t gotten much of a chance to really ask anyone about their history. “Is there...” Don’t do it, me... “Is there anything I can do to help you?” Her one visible eye flickered up to meet his sockets, clearly nervous but determined to at least offer.

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{Mun is sick so things I need to reply to are in drafts for the moment. I’ll get to them when my head isn’t full of cotton. Sorry guys >.>}

{Might reblog some memes to reply to when I’m doing a little better.}

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{I have strawberry lemonade filled twizzlers courtesy of the fiancee. I’m set to watch people be goofy.} {On that note, Happy Halloween everyone! If you go out for either parties or trick or treating have a ton of fun!}

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@flxwerfxll has entered the timeline.

       And of course he should have been aware a human might take his offer.        Internally, Sigma is immediately on the offense, magic lapping along marrow as it travels, unseen, through each limb. He can feel it bubble along the very tips of phalanges, hands haphazardly stuffed into the pockets of his labcoat to force his stance into something more casual. More relaxed.        Lazy, even.

       Outwardly, he projects the perfect, practiced guise of a bored individual, sockets drooped to give the appearance that maybe he’d just woken up and gone for a stroll. Surely, he hadn’t been patrolling, had he?        Nah, he would never. He’d rather be slacking off then acting as the welcome committee, right? *     “Huh, a human? Heh, don’t see your kind around here often.” It flows easily from him, though anyone that knew how a Sans worked might pick up on the bitterness laced within it. “Ya didn’t happen to fall down a hole to get here, did ya?”

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Frisk had spent enough time in her own timeline to feel the disdain the skeleton had for her ‘kind’. Her hands trembled at her sides, though she made no other signs that fear was crawling up her spine. While he was the perfect image of laid back, there was something off to his posture. Enough to keep her from trusting that lazy imagery. “No holes.” He knew of the way humans entered this realm normally then... Though in her case she’d simply ‘stepped’ into this other timeline on accident. Gone was the hatred that saturated the air around her. At least not to the extent of the killers from her timeline. This place even felt clearer, almost. “I’ve... spent time in the Underground already,” she told the skeleton in a weak voice. Fear tightened her throat and made it near-impossible to speak clearly. It was a common problem for her as of late, coming to realize time after time that words just wasn’t enough sometimes. But then the flowers fused to her skin prickled, catching her attention and dragging her gaze down to her left arm where it had originated. Something about the air here was different. Maybe it was the flowers that originated from the world of Monsters. Maybe she’d just grown able to sense it. Was this skeleton the reason why she’d stumbled into a place she didn’t belong? Before Frisk could help herself she asked, “Is... everything alright here?”

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actually, reblog this if you’re ok with people sending you happy halloween asks and other festive stuff!!

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{I hate having other muses kicking and screaming to be written for but I don’t have blogs for them soooo they just kinda sit there?} {It’s mentally exhausting, really.}

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@madfragment {continued}

The tightened straps only made her frame twinge with pain in protest. She hadn’t kept track of how long she’d been here, the tall skeleton commanding most of her attention with his presence. All she knew was that it was long enough for her body to get restless from how long she’d been bound to the chair. Tears escaped her eyes against her will, the flowers doing nothing to soak them up from her right socket as they ran down her cheeks, hands clenching and unclenching to get some of that energy out. “Why do you keep me here?” she managed after taking a moment to try and stop the slow flow of tears. “If it’s the flowers I can just tell you about them...” Frisk wasn’t sure her attempts at diplomacy would get through to him enough to prevent whatever he had planned, but she had to try. There was always a slim chance she could get through to others, and she always wanted to fight for that chance. “Please. If you don’t want to let me go... at least give me a chance to answer what questions you have without...” she flinched with her next word, “pain.”

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     Ever cautious of what might be, the doe kept her distance from the curious child. Her body language telling of how she felt, as she shifted back into the safety of darkness. She too dreamed, but they were all nightmares now. As vivid as the hell she lived in. Faceless children crumbling in her embrace. No matter her intentions, they always turned to ash in her restless nightmares.

    Her curiosity won out as per usual, it always did get the better of her. Besides the child seemed of good intent, but she kept her distance out of fear. She was not angry at her. Not in the slightest, then again fear was a prelude to anger. Anger being the mask some wore to hide the fear they felt, and some wore it better then others.

From the darkness her voice rung out to them.

“I’m not mad child…“

She answered, knowing her sanity was questionable at best.

“In these… dreams… are we happy?”

She was curious about her dreams, finding comfort at the prospect of living them out.

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Knowing the other wasn’t angry did much to relax Frisk’s shoulders. Sure, it could be a trick meant to lower her guard... but for some reason she felt she could trust the Monster’s words. If anything the soft question that floated over to her brought the teen’s gaze upwards to meet Toriel’s. “...Yes...” she breathed, arms coming up to wrap around herself as a form of self-comfort. “We are. None of this hatred and death... We’re free...” Oh how Frisk wished that her dreams were the reality rather than this hell she lived in where she had to wonder when she would meet her end for good. Wonder just how many deaths it would take for the flowers to consume her S O U L completely. “Do you ever wish we could live freely?” Frisk found herself asking, flickers of hope shining within the one visible brown orb. “In a world without all this pain? I wish it every day...”

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Holds out a rose. "For you."

Was it a trick? It didn’t seem like it... She took the rose from him gingerly, gazing at its soft petals in wonder.“um... T-Thank you? I’ve never... well... received a flower before.” At least not from anything other than death. And those flowers she couldn’t appreciate.“What’s the occasion...?”

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Ok I wanna throw my son onto the bandwagon aswell??

So!! If you’d be chill with interacting with an Underfell!Gaster hit that reblog button! I’ll check you out. B) He’s an ass but would still love to experiment on meet y’all.

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Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection

Hair: Yearning

Ear: "I want you to hear me out."

Nose: "You're so cute."

Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion

Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."

Over the heart: "I love you."

Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust

Hip: Interest

Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day

Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for

Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."

Fingers: Friendship/amicable

Wrist: Fear of losing you

Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."

Chin: Beauty/attractiveness

Thigh: Sympathy/empathy

Calves: "I will cause you pain."

Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty

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“̸Scr̷e̢am͟ for͟ m͢e̛.”

She couldn’t contain the broken whimper that left her lips as she fought down the scream that wished to escape her lungs. Tears left both her left eye and her flower-filled right socket to stream down her face as another flower was ripped from it’s place on her skin. Nerves screamed from the loss, and her skin felt raw where the bloom had once been... small lines of blood running down her arm.“T-They’re not supposed to come off...! Please leave them alone!!” It was a futile cry, but it eased her want to scream from the pain. She tugged once more at the restraints holding her still. Even with the sharp pain of moving her injured arm, it was better than simply sitting back and waiting for the torment to continue. It left her restless as she waited for each move the skeleton made.“Please let me go!”

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“This will only hurt a lot.”

Frisk scrambled back from the Monster King, left eye wide and flowers trembling from the shivers racing through her frame. When her back met wall her breath hitched with fear, mouth opening and closing uselessly.“P-please... don’t... don’t do this...” she begged. Though deep down she knew nothing she said would matter. She knew that dark look in his eyes from other monsters who had all-too-gleefully torn out her S O U L and crushed it before her. No matter how much she would beg or scream... at the end of it all it was either survive whatever he had planned or wake up with a new golden flower adorning her skin somewhere.“Please...”I don’t want to die again...

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Torture Sentence Starters

“This will only hurt a lot.” “Sit still!” “Keep screaming, it won’t do you any good!” “You look so beautiful covered in blood.” “Scream for me.” “Tell me how much it hurts.” “I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” “I’ll make this quick.” “I hope you’re comfortable, because you’ll be here for a long time.” “Rate your pain on a scale from one to ten.” “Ready to play doctor?” “You’re insane!” “Let me go!” “Someone will come looking for me.” “I’ll do anything you want, just get me out of here!” “Untie me now!” “You can’t keep me here forever.” “Just let me go, please, I’m begging you!”

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corruptedechoes:

     Her eyebrows raised a bit at that compliment. It simply felt a bit weird being in a company of somebody kind… strange and suspicious. It’s what got her burned before.

❛ I– I think I’ll be fine, ❜ rubbing the back of her neck she didn’t want to be just more of a nuisance to the other. Good thing she was actually ambidextrous, so it really shouldn’t be a problem wrapping the arm herself.

     Echo curiously watched Frisk digging for the bandages, eyes eventually ending up looking at all the flowers on her; the ones in her eye. Despite knowing of the existence of many timelines, her actual knowledge about them was limited… she wondered how Frisk’s world was like? And what was the deal with the flowers…?

     Her head slightly jerked up and her thoughts were interrupted with Frisk suddenly spoke up again, victoriously. She’d then take the bandages from her, ruby optics cautiously watching Frisk. She didn’t exactly want to look like she was staring, but it probably couldn’t be helped. Either way, Echo was simply being cautious.

❛ Thanks… you’re, um… awfully nice… ❜ she said in a quiet voice, the actual compliment being even quieter, as she proceeded to bandage up her arm.

“It’s better to be nice than to give into hatred,” Frisk spoke firmly, hands resting on her lap as she watched Echo bandage up her arm. She could feel the other’s gaze on the golden blooms... probably wondering what they meant. It wasn’t surprising, really. Even those in her own timeline couldn’t understand them; of what they symbolized. With a small sigh, Frisk shifted her gaze to her clenched hands resting on her lap, wondering if she should speak up about them or not. “...Do you want to know about them?” she finally asked, a sad smile taking over her features. It was safer to ask than to just launch into whatever she had learned about the small flowers. None of it was happy information as it was. Though maybe talking about them would help Echo relax around her.