love / LOVE

their answer was laughter, soft as they lowered their head: "you're too late; i'm afraid this flower's already dead."

[velinxi]

They’re not your memories. But you regret them all the same.

[houdidesu]

Seems like talking won’t do anymore good.

Twitter!

[potipopo]

End

[heartlurch]

now i can post this finally u_u

[niccillustrates]

Yellow flowers are for friendship…

[Undertale] [Full View]

[mercyshaped]

kvetas:

          With how Frisk has been doing nothing but observing the other after they asked, they finally seemed to have noticed two other peculiar things after waking up in this place: Nothing seemed to be touching the other child.

Despite also sitting amongst the buttercups, none of its golden petals clung onto them. Heck, none of them had even moved an inch despite the child shuffling their position. What’s more is that if they stared long enough - it would look like that the kid before them actually looked… translucent. Was it possible that they were actually a projection? A hologram? A figment of their imagination? … A ghost?

The nearly ethereal sunlight shining down upon the bed of flowers was otherworldly in Frisk’s eyes. If anything, it felt like they woke up in a patch of heaven.

If the mystery kid was a ghost though, the possibility that perhaps they both died and woke up in heaven would have to be ruled out. It’d make no sense otherwise why they were incorporeal, but Frisk wasn’t.

They couldn’t speculate any longer though, or at the very least, they wouldn’t allow themselves to. Not with the kind of response the other just gave them. With their focus back on them, they… weren’t quite sure how to describe the expression they were making. Broken, downtrodden…? None of them sounded completely right to them. It was hard to tell, their stare was probably thousands of miles away from anywhere Frisk could ever fathom right now. 

All they could sense from them was that… they were being weighed down by their own thoughts. “…You don’t have to if you don’t wanna, but do you wanna talk about it?” There was no way Frisk could figure out how to help, but they figured at least sharing the weight would making the burden a little lighter to carry.

     Concern. Sympathy, even, coming from a human. In another life, such a thing would be foreign to Chara-- a familiar, instinctual desire to bite back with a sharp rebuttal arises. I don’t need your pity is what forms on impulse, but the feeling lacks impetus, without anger or mistrust or fear to fuel it; it fades within seconds.

     Chara is silent. It’s not that they particularly want or don’t want to tell Frisk anything... It’s a laughable, shameful, pathetic story to tell, and if Frisk stays in the Underground, they’ll find out soon enough anyway. There’s no need to say anything, for the time being. Chara could just keep quiet.

     But in that same vein of thought, there’s no real reason for them to stay silent. The concern (and curiosity) they can sense from Frisk is... a bit uncomfortable, after all. They never did like to have people fuss over them when they were alive, and until they can figure out why Frisk’s falling awakened them, the two of them are stuck together. It’s better to tell a half-truth and quell the tide of Frisk’s interest now: guided by calculated practicality, that’s the conclusion Chara comes to. 

     “I'm dead, Frisk.” Chara looks up at the shaft of light pouring down from far above. It’s midday now, the sun showing no signs of abating anytime soon. Did Frisk come here for the same reason Chara did? If so, it must have been a long trek... They remember falling a little later, when day was giving way to dusk, only thin streams of light illuminating the cavern. The scene looks more picturesque in this light. 

     “I made a stupid decision, and...” It wasn’t just me who died. It should have been. “I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. That’s all.”

     Carmine eyes wander down, then, towards Frisk’s legs, and Chara shifts forward, getting on their knees to look closer. There’s no broken bones as far as they can see -- a distant memory comes to mind of seeing their own leg bent at an angle, throbbing with vicious pain. It’s curious that Frisk is untouched in this regard, but if they wonder, they don’t say anything about it, glassy stare fixing instead on Frisk’s face. 

     “Are you hurt? Can you walk?”

[cherryviscera]

asriel … i have an idea …

[under-snoteleks-blog]

I suffered for these

[tychememes-blog]

taken from the book  ‘ coraline ’  by neil gaiman.

‘ they used to send flowers to my dressing room. ’ ‘ you’d have to be an explorer to find your way around in this fog. ’ ‘ the mice do not like the mist. ’ ‘ you are in terrible danger. ’ ‘ what am i in danger from? ’ ‘ i’m your other mother. ’ ‘ we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. ’ ‘ it wasn’t the same here without you. ’ ‘ we were here before you fell. you will be here when we rise. ’ ‘ i’m going outside to explore. ’ ‘ we’ll just wait here for you to come back. ’ ‘ i am not the other anything. i am me. ’ ‘ we could be friends, you know. ’ ‘ that’s because you don’t know who you are. ’ ‘ we know who we are, so we don’t need names. ’ ‘ it was sensible of you to bring protection. ’ ‘ it won’t hurt. ’ ‘ we only want what’s best for you. ’ ‘ if that’s what you want. ’ ‘ i think i’ve probably become a single child family. ’ ‘ she’s vanished under mysterious circumstances. ’ ‘ they aren’t going to come back, are they? ’ ‘ then i suppose there is only one thing left to do. ’ ‘ when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave. ’ ‘ you know you’re talking again? ’ ‘ how fortunate i am in having a traveling companion of such wisdom and intelligence. ’ ‘ you don’t frighten me. ’ ‘ you will always be safe here with me. ’ ‘ calling cats tends to be a rather overrated activity. ’ ‘ no need for names. ’ ‘ she wants something to love, i think. ’ ‘ i’d go inside if i were you. ’ ‘ and what do you think you’re doing? ’ ‘ nothing to find here. ’ ‘ maybe i just got turned around in the mist. ’ ‘ but how can you walk away from something and still come back to it? ’ ‘ spiders’ webs only have to be large enough to catch flies. ’ ‘ still, the proudest spirit can be broken with love. ’ ‘ i have no plans to love you. ’ ‘ you can’t make me love you. ’ ‘ how long have you been here? ’ ‘ i’m not running away. ’ ‘ we temper our justice with mercy here. ’ ‘ everyone knows that a soul is the same size as a beach ball. ’ ‘ i’m not afraid. ’ ‘ you know that i love you. ’ ‘ well at least you didn’t jump out at me. ’ ‘ i don’t want whatever i want. nobody does. not really. ’ ‘ what kind of fun would it be if i just got everything i ever wanted? ’ ‘ i hope you don’t mind my getting involved. ’ ‘ we are going to go home. ’ ‘ this is not a good place to be in. ’ ‘ i’m sorry i threw you at her. ’ ‘ i fell asleep. ’ ‘ i just miss you sometimes. ’ ‘ i’m just pleased it’s all over. ’ ‘ go away or you’ll be sorry. ’

[dogpu]

beware of the lil demon child

do not pet demon child

[dogpu]

the struggles in writing a song for the goat parents

[valdotpng]

I really like that “Chara is the flavor text/narrator of the game” theory…

[rpmemesandmusings]

Send me “?” and i’ll write a starter for you that includes one of the following sentences, randomly generated. 1-152, ranges from fluff to angst.

Keep reading

[mercyshaped]

new theme + url! wandcring is now mercyshaped.

[mercyshaped]

kvetas:

        Wow, red eyes. This probably has to be the first time they’ve ever seen that on someone in real life. Absently, they note how vivid its color looks, but it was odd how . They kinda wanna ask if they’re real, but with how unusual their own golden eye color is, they’re not quite one to talk.

More importantly though, the other kid looked seriously confused. That was pretty understandable, given the situation. So much that perhaps, it must look rather odd how their face looked like it was the very picture of calm right now.

Even so, there was no reason to stop acting with what comes natural to them. If anything, it’d probably weird them out even more to suddenly switch gears. So that was what they continued with as they spoke again. 

“I’m Frisk.” They shifted their legs so that one would be crossing over the other. Noticing the flower petals clinging onto them, they started brushing off the buttercups off of their person. They’ll focus on the rest of their surroundings after they both adjust themselves. It doesn’t look like they’re in any hurry anyways. But for now, all eyes were on them. “You?”

     One, two moments pass. Chara blinks slowly as they watch this person now known as “Frisk”, noting without any real intent that for all purposes, Frisk seems so calm about this. Collected. Their eyes follow the curve of Frisk’s arm as the other brushes away buttercup petals, and they unconsciously move to mirror the action despite the lack of petals on their own person-- but their hand stops just short of their legs and instead curls inwards, a loose fist that falls to their side listlessly. 

     The lack of tactile sensation doesn’t bother them, and perhaps that in itself does bother them; they instead draw their knees up to their chest (not seeming to disturb any of the golden flowers despite the movement) and turn their gaze away from their new companion. It doesn’t seem that they’re looking at the flowers, though... Perhaps at something far beyond them?

     “I’m...”

     There’s a crooked little quirk at the corners of Chara’s mouth, expression dully wistful. It can hardly be considered a smile, but there’s a wry tone to their dry and threadbare voice when they speak, as if there’s something both funny and unfunny to this situation, faintly amusing and faintly piteous at the same time. 

     “...I guess it doesn’t matter anymore, does it.”

[kvetas]

❀❀ a bouquet of pear blossoms for ;; @wandcring

    Light was all their vision can see as they started to regain consciousness. It was hurting their eyes, so they had to shield it with their arm and turn their body to the side to recover. That was the first thing they noticed when they woke up.

The second thing they noticed was flower petals brushing against their face. Curiosity compels them to push themselves into sitting up and the next thing they notice was the fact that they were sitting upon a bed of golden flowers. Which is… odd, they’d think as they looked up again with more clarity now, because didn’t they just fall from…?

So the next thing they noticed after checking themselves, was that they weren’t injured whatsoever. Did those flowers break their fall? That didn’t seem very likely since it was a pretty deep fall. Were they actually dead or maybe even dreaming? It was difficult to tell right now.

The fifth and final thing they notice after waking up, was that they were not alone. They let out a sigh of relief that they weren’t even aware they were holding back.

Not too far from them was another child who was already awake. They weren’t very sure if they were the same age or not since they were always on the short side, but their fashion sense sure looked STRANGELY similar to the other. The other child seemed to be preoccupied with their own thoughts, or at the very least, hasn’t seemed to notice them looking at them yet. Did they fall in here too? Are they hurt or anything? How long have they been out?

       Well, staring blankly at them wasn’t going to answer their question. “Hey,” they spoke out, hoping that they could hear them with how quiet their voice is. “you okay?”

[mercyshaped]

     Dazzling light. Brighter than they could remember, brighter than the blackness that came before it-- that was what Chara awoke to. Their first impression of what they saw. Eyes drawn towards the light remained there, watching the motes of dust dance through thin streams of sun that filtered from somewhere high above... As if still caught in the throes of a dream-like stupor, they were transfixed.

     As clarity dispossessed of them slowly returned, they realized: this scene was all wrong. Neither the warmth of the sun nor the air’s slight chill reached them, nor the brush of the flowers they should feel against their legs. They remembered those things. They couldn’t smell the buttercups anymore, and Asriel wasn’t here, in this place that now felt unreal -- and once they thought, vaguely, that this was an afterlife, a punishment, their Hell, they remembered what they had done. Who they were. Their last memories, and then a darkness that had wiped everything away. 

     They came to recognize, not in grief or frustration, that their plan had failed. 

    But if they thought that they should feel something about this, only a yawning emptiness greeted them where emotion should rightfully be. 

     Chara didn’t take notice of the stirring figure. Not until the other spoke up. It was only then that their red eyes snapped to Frisk, wide and scrutinizing in those first few moments; the only thing more surprising than seeing company was finding that said company looked like them. The two weren’t identical, true, but they were similar enough... It felt as if Chara was gazing at themselves from a year or two ago. (That wasn’t right, though, was it? How much time had passed since they’d died?)

     They grasped wordlessly for a reply. So many things came to mind-- are you really here, what year is it, did you fall too, how long ago, how can you see me-- but in the end, one succinct question came to mind, with Frisk’s own falling unanswered in the shock of it all.

    “Who are you?” 

[requiemofthegods]

I fucking love Chara so much help