"I tried letting go, moving on… but I guess deep down, I'm too stubborn to live like that."
"This is my fate. This is how it's meant to be."
priv. sel. ceroba ketsukane from undertale yellow. art by neveare. est. 12/07/2024 & written by virgil.
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"I tried letting go, moving on… but I guess deep down, I'm too stubborn to live like that."
"This is my fate. This is how it's meant to be."
priv. sel. ceroba ketsukane from undertale yellow. art by neveare. est. 12/07/2024 & written by virgil.
sgtarobaaaa.....
QUO VADIS? (1951)
dir. mervyn leroy
The Kiss
source
WAH!!!
@kitsukane sent:
❝ how do you take your coffee? ❞
While Bedeku sat by the kotatsu, resting their arms on the surface of it, they would occasionally glance around, taking in the features of the room, while trying not to be too awkward about the fact that they were in the home of a monster they barely knew.
Still, they did perk up at the question, lifting their head to look over to where they would have heard her voice coming from.
“... Uh... Just... a lot of milk. And sugar. Uh, thank you.” Despite that awkwardness, at least they knew to be polite. They felt it was the least they could do.
CEROBA IS NOTHING IF NOT A GOOD HOST , and she will ensure Bedeku feels welcome if it's the only thing she may do today. She has not had visitors to this house in a long time, but a lost stranger in the middle of a sandstorm somewhat demands hospitality, does it not? She brings the coffee to the kotatsu, settling down opposite her guest.
"It should clear up outside soon enough," she reassures them, ears flicking forward. "What brings you all the way out here to the Dunes? Not many come this way, to be honest."
cerobabababa
the god of the woods.
dialogue prompts from the god of the woods by liz moore.
time is a human construct.
are you hungover?
did you go out last night? this is important.
just stay here. don't come out for a while.
when lost, sit down and yell.
there's always a part of you that hopes this time will be different.
you want to talk about it?
did someone say something to you?
those old stories have been around a long time. doesn't mean they're true.
what's your type?
you were supposed to be in charge.
sure. okay. whatever you say.
you ought to mess around a little before you get married.
the woods can be dangerous, but they're also generous.
are you interviewing me?
you're really shy, aren't you?
i bet you've got secrets.
you smell like the woods.
have you been to these mountains before?
i thought being here would help me feel closer to ____.
i hope you're getting what you want from this life.
it's alright not to do everything that's expected from you.
you're smarter than anyone gives you credit for.
i'd be more worried if you were fine.
you can have this, if you want. i'm done with it.
you're not scared, are you?
kissing someone you want to kiss is like living inside the best song you've ever heard.
rich people usually become most enraged when they think they're about to be held accountable for their wrongs.
nothing you do surprises me anymore.
you married or anything? got kids?
you were a nice kid when i knew you.
i'd prefer not to give my name, if that's alright.
the land here is beautiful, but the people are terrible.
i'd recognize your voice anywhere.
why do you look like that?
you're a good soul.
when you hear hoofbeats, don't expect zebras.
i got in trouble. i need help.
what's your name? you know mine.
you're like every other ___ i've ever met.
the party will go on without me.
i hope you die.
want me to kill him?
where do you want to be, ten years from now?
alright, i'll talk. but this is off the record.
will you stay up a little longer? i've still got a full glass.
i know you can feel it, too.
my mother would be so ashamed of me.
here, i brought you groceries.
don't ever lie to me. i'm on your side.
how long have you been smoking?
you're on your own. good luck.
pretend i'm invisible.
don't look at me. i'm invisible. i'm not here.
what did you want to show me?
the truth is, i can't tell you the truth.
don't cry. please. i'm sorry.
why did you do it?
i do bad things sometimes. i have that problem. i think 'what would be the worst thing i could do in this moment?' and then, i do it.
is that why you're here? to get away from _____?
what about your mother? what's she like?
do you have a phone?
relax. it's happy hour.
i want to help you get out of this mess you're in.
if i'd had a parent like you, i might have made something more of myself.
i hate slow songs.
are you any good with kids?
i know what people say about me. maybe they've even said it to you.
my turn. truth or dare?
would you trust someone like me?
you must be very proud.
i know what they're trying to do to you.
why do you care what happens to me?
my instincts are all wrong. they always have been.
you want to mess around a little?
i don't know why, but i have the feeling you're not telling me the whole truth.
put on a shirt. a real shirt.
time moves differently here.
you're always exactly yourself.
you're the only family i have left.
have you ever heard of _____ music?
i saw your name in the paper.
i remember everything you taught me.
do you want me to leave you alone?
This is how he got the job at the steamworks
"you call it a near-death experience, i call it a vibe check from god."
( asks & starters ) : always accepting !
ANGEL , THIS CHILD WILL BE THE DEATH OF HER . Ceroba stares at Frisk with an unimpressed flatness, reaching out to pull the child away from the edge. The hike through the Wild East has been a fun little trot down memory lane, but Frisk has a habit of flinging themselves into danger for no apparent reason other than, er, just the fun of it, Ceroba supposes.
The cliffs they've been traversing aren't really all that dangerous, unless you're running along the very edge of it like Frisk has. "I'd rather not have to bring your remains back to your mother, thank you very much, Frisk."
Day 3: Honeydew / Favourite OST Track
Trial by Fury
"Do not lose time on daily trivialities. Do not dwell on petty detail. For all of these things melt away and drift apart within the obscure traffic of time. Live well and live broadly. You are alive and living now. Now is the envy of all of the dead."
Don Hertzfeldt: World of tomorrow
Love & War
@soulspare : x
THE WORDS BRING THEM TO A PAUSE, SILENCE BROOKED THICK with discomfort apparent. At such a young age, they think they do well to hide it, but it shows in the lurching stop that stilts their shoulders as they reach for proffered teacup. They could call this casual Ambassador work, but for friends of Toriel—and therefore friends of Frisk—it is something more familiar, more emotionally intuitive. Of course, almost all Ambassador work requires some degree of emotional intuition; if Frisk didn't care, the monsters would not have made it to the Surface. If Frisk didn't care, Ceroba would not be having tea with them on a casual Saturday afternoon. For a moment or two, Frisk just stares at the fox-mother over the edge of their cup, expression completely neutral, shouting endlessly into their head. Does she have any idea what Frisk has done? What they have put other monsters through? Fair is fair, in the long run, is it not? Mouth opens, after several long seconds and a thick false-swallow, but Frisk has nothing to say. They simply shrug, glancing down, watching the light glint off ripples in the cup when they move it back to the table. They aren't very fond of the drink, but it seems to be a recurring thread in so many stories, it's starting to grow on them. “ Better me than you? ” Humor does not get them far very often on this front, with Toriel. Frisk suspects it may be similar with Ceroba. “ Just about perspective, I guess. Maybe I'm too young to realize how messed up everything is. ” They know exactly how “messed up” everything is. In most cases, better than the monsters that tell them that.
FOR ALL OF FRISK'S EMOTIONAL INTUITION , they truly underestimate the intention with which Ceroba invited Frisk here today. This casual Saturday tea is not quite as casual as it seems, because Ceroba is here on a mission. That mission? Well, it... it is just to get to know Frisk better, so perhaps it could be called casual in that way, but Ceroba has prepared herself for the paths this conversation could lead down. There are only so many steps between a casual question and the uprooting of age-old grief.
"Better no one, really," Ceroba murmurs, taking a sip of her tea. Golden flower tea, given to her by... oh, it must have been Toriel. She is not friends with anyone else who stocks it - truthfully, she prefers a good oolong, or even a refreshing barley, now that she's able to access it.
( The first few months here on the Surface had been a delight, truthfully, well-spent gold on endless amounts of things Ceroba had only ever heard stories about. Chujin's life insurance and the, er, financial compensation she had been given after... well, after everything with the Lab came out... Ceroba is not hurting, financially, not at all. It helps that the gold is worth so much more on the Surface, too. )
She is getting off-topic. Ceroba clears her throat, setting her cup down on its little dish before her. "I just mean to say that - well, I imagine it wasn't easy. The first human I met... they had a difficult journey as well. And that was without the pressure of being the final SOUL needed to break the barrier."
... Angel, she does miss Clover. Nearly as much as she misses Kanako. The suddenness of it hits her hard, and she quickly takes her cup back into her paws to give them something to hold onto.
"Forgive me if this is too personal," she says, softly, "but I also have to wonder... how did you enter the Underground in the first place? There aren't many ways in, from what I understand. And when you freed us, I... well, choosing to stay with Toriel? Did you not have somewhere to return to? Surely there were people you left behind."
fuck it. some mspaint ceroba doodles from the past few days :3 i doubt this will go much further than the mutuals circle but if it does: THIS IS A ROLEPLAY BLOG LMAO DONT FOLLOW EXPECTING FANART
colored her.... this came out so pretty im literally in love 🧎❤️