* A MOTHER'S LOVE

priv. ceroba ketsukane / c.

[kitsukane]

"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.

[kitsukane]

sgtarobaaaa.....

[didanagy]

QUO VADIS? (1951)

dir. mervyn leroy

[neveare]

The Kiss

[spookiesmausoleum]

source

[solotonin]

WAH!!!

[bdkrp]

@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.

[kitsukane]

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."

[dirkthedetective]

cerobabababa

[notmorbid]

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?

[sobredunia]

This is how he got the job at the steamworks

[kitsukane]

"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."

[akemiiya]

Day 3: Honeydew / Favourite OST Track

Trial by Fury

[memeapple2]

"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

[gonedontseethis]

Love & War

[kitsukane]

@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."

[kitsukane]

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

[snowwgravve]

colored her.... this came out so pretty im literally in love 🧎❤️