give me a second go!

SEMI-HIATUS as of 7-17. indie. pri. sel. FAMDOMLESS oc.

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the girl’s birthday is next monday, HECK--

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➥ cosmosfated‌

   “mhmm. what better way to take a nice, relaxing break than with a warlock in a timeline where watching a dude in his boxers on fire running down the street is considered a typical thursday?”  He chuckles softly and wraps his arms around her waist, picking her up and twirling her around happily.  He’s in a really good mood now!  His girlfriend is here and he was already happy and gosh.  “you know, go out for dinner, go to the cinema maybe see if there’s a dance show happening nearby… act like a normal couple, even if we’re the farthest from normal.”

       She soundlessly yelps, taken aback by the sudden thrust into the air, even though she’s entirely safe in his arms. Once the event was properly processed, Katie merely grins, stifling another laugh. She can’t rightly write in this position, so instead, she responds physically by pressing a kiss to Fleur’s cheek and nodding in agreement to his suggestion. She bumps his nose with hers before politely gesturing for him to set her down. ‘I can’t write with you holding me!’, she tries to convey.

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➥  cosmosfated‌

   “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met, don’t tear yourself down like that. n’ yeah, sorry about not seeing you more often. my asshole brother was keeping me from leavin’ the house for whatever godawful reason he had in mind. (somethin’ ‘bout me bein’ too stressed or whatever i don’t know he’s crazy.) we should go on a date again soon. it’s been too damn long since we went on a proper date.”

       ➥  If you’ve been working too hard again, then I’ll have to agree with him!                You’re not invincible or infallible, you need breaks just like we all do.                But, a date does sound nice. Do you have anything in mind?

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➥  cosmosfated‌

   “and how’s the most gorgeous lady in the world doing tonight?~”

        ➥   I’m not that pretty, come on                  I’m alright! I’m happy to see you; I missed you!

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➥  cosmosfated‌

   heart eyes at his girlfriend whom he loves so very dearly

       Soft, embarrassed giggle huffs.

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slides this in here,,,,,, vaguely dips in here to remind people i’m alive,,,,, and i just got clip studio paint so i doodled my mute daughter to celebrate,,,

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➥ floweyfile:

   he squints, reading the words upon her book before throwing the human a snarl and bares his teeth to her. so this one wasn’t stupid at least, but when he figured out her ticks, maybe she would be more fun to mess with. the others had trusted so easily, following his smile to wherever he pleased - though maybe that was a time when he had more patience.

     ✱ HURT you?      ✱ now don’t be STUPID.      ✱ humans are really resilient, you know!      ✱ even if these could hurt you…           ✱ i’m sure you’ll be just fine!

   despite his words he nearly spits them out at the girl, eyes narrowed and sharp. no one gets it. no one understands. every human that has fallen here…

     ✱ you don’t trust little ol’ me? i just wanna HELP you.      ✱ it’s a dangerous world down here. not everyone is so NICE.

       ➥  You’re not acting very trustworthy, if I’m honest.                 I don’t think someone who wants to help me would say “I’m                 sure you’ll be just fine” in regards to me getting hurt. 

               Also, you’re... kind of just a flower. I could easily walk past                you. 

       His twisted tone and malcontent speech so strongly remind her of home that it’s almost as if she never ran away in the first place. Perhaps a few months ago, she would have paid it no mind, but now it sets off alarm bells; blaring loudly in her conscience to raise red flag after red flag. Although it would be in her best interest to follow her own advice and simply move on, she still stands, amicably communicating. ( She appreciates the patience, if nothing else. It’s equally as annoying to her when she has to stop every so often to physically write. )

       ➥  I appreciate the desire to help, but if you really wanted to help             me, why not just tell me the truth? 

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➥ matxrna:

toriel sees that the young girl is surprised. perhaps that was too sudden, asking a question like that. the caretaker didn’t mean to make her feel uncomfortable if she had. but she does nod as she reads what the human has written. 

“well, only if you want to, dear one. i was merely curious but we do not have to talk about your family if you do not want to.” toriel says. another question does come into mind, perhaps a less rough one.  “…may i ask you another one? how do you feel about sweets–do you like pie, perhaps?”

       Curiosity is something she understands; it’s a driving force behind many of her own actions and questions. Of course Toriel would be wondering about her previous life, and about her in general. Did her note come across as awkward, or not wanting to answer? Talking about it isn’t exactly pleasant, but if she wanted answers, Katie would give them. However, it seems that the topic is no longer relevant, as Toriel moves on very quickly. 

       It lightens her mood, rather visibly. There isn’t as much pressure against her writing utensil, and her writing flows a lot easier. A smile replaces that look of trepidation. 

       ➥  I like sweets a lot. Pie’s really good, too!                 Do you bake, Toriel?

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remember when Katie was exclusively a pink soul OC............

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* what do you do when you're cold? stay in the corner, it’s about 90 degrees there

       ➥  But that doesn’t really make sense

        Her pen stops immediately before it can finish the sentence, and her face flushes with embarrassment. Now she understood. Maybe she cracked a bit of a smile. She doesn’t want to admit that she simply didn’t catch the joke at first, despite the fact being very obvious.

        ➥  You’re not funny, Sans--

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      ➥  My family?

      The question had caught her off-guard. Sure, she was positive that Toriel had made the connection of Katie already having a family, or at least previous caretakers, but to be asked with little to no segwey is... surprising. She never expected to talk about what her life was like before coming to the Underground.

      ➥ Um...              Yeah, I did have one, sort of. I lived with my mom, but it...              it's hard to explain, if I'm honest. Not that I can't talk about it!              I just don't know if you'd want to hear read about it!

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       The pouring rain only worsens the constant chills running down a barely clothed spine. A large jacket is hastily curled into her small figure, doing little to offer warmth, but it's better than not having anything. Said aforementioned rain continues to pound against the roof of the alcove, and Katie thanks her luck that she's at least shielded from becoming soaked. A sudden and jolting sneeze suddenly has her reconsidering her current position, but on top of having some shelter, she also isn't alone under here, either. There's another girl taking refuge from the rain, one who looks to be around Katie's own age.

        Turquoise hues glide to the side, resting upon the fellow small figure beside her. She was here before she arrived, and hadn't said a word. Maybe she also can't talk, or maybe she just doesn't want to bother interacting with a stranger. Her gaze lingers a little longer, entirely lost in thought until she realizes that their eyes connect. Positively caught red-handed, Katie shuffles awkwardly within the confines of her jacket, shaking her head as a means to apologize for staring.

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I swear I’m still thinking about those starters I’m just..... I need more icons. but I WILL get to them!!!

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➥ loveraised:

            like a rubber band right before their eyes her patience seemly snaps. it’s a satisfying sound, a resounding reminder how easy it is to get under someone’s skin. it wouldn’t be much fun to break her this early, though. “ that’s very cute. but you don’t know me at all.~ ” they sing-song, smile turning eerily wider and creepy.  “ that notebook of yours may be filled quite well, but just like that, you’ve barely scratched the surface of what i’m capable of. ” they stand in front of the girl now, close yet still distanced somewhat, before kicking some dirt off the ground. 

            “ well if it’s comfort you’re looking for — if i wanted to do something to you i already would’ve. i’m merely just trying to pass the time. ” that statement alone isn’t very comforting, either.

        That was a foolish move on her part -- but, in what little defense she has, it was purely instinctual. She never was the best at hiding her feelings. Now she’s given them a hint of how easy it is to pull her strings, and immediately, regret falls in place of that previous anger. It’s just like what happened in another timeline; the most destructive one she’s had yet. She swore to never become so easily twisted again. But, this is information that Chara is not going to know -- or at least, she prays they won’t learn about it. For now, just try to stay relaxed and keep going. Maybe they’ll leave her alone eventually, if she bores them enough.

       ➥  You probably would have, I don’t doubt that.                 Is that really all you’re here for, though? Are you just waiting for                 me to disappear so you can have Frisk again? 

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➥ loveraised:

               “ but no one remembers you. ” that’s technically like vanishing, why, even they were an after-thought of the underground. once a beckon of hope, now a child left as ‘taboo’ and barely spoken about. the ones left alive to remember the first fallen child, simply don’t utter a word. though — it was just a BAD MEMORY by now, wasn’t it ? funny how the world works, even among monsters. the smile upon their faces turns more twisted, fully amused at sensing their growing irritation. “ well. since i’m a little different than others — i’ll get to remember you. ain’t that neat? ”

        What a wonderful point to recall, to be reminded of. Anger tenses her being, a nerve visibly struck as her pencil digs into paper harshly enough to break the lead. She’s highly aware of the fact, but no matter how often it’s reviewed, it never stings any less. It’s a sore spot, to say the least. What’s worse, she’s made that very evident by her knee-jerk reaction. Undoubtedly, they’ll use this against her now. 

       ➥  In theory, sure.                 You know that I know who you are, right? And that I know                 even talking to you is dangerous? You remembering me                 isn’t the most comforting thing.

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➥ loveraised:

              a notebook, huh? how interesting. reading the text arms stay behind their back, fingers lightly interlocked, typical of a child’s mannerism. a smile twists upon lips now. “ it’s not that hard to understand from first glance. you were a mistake!  a glitch. reminds me of another suspicious character. ” though, chara would rather not bring them up. they speak with amusement in their tone now. “ hmm — just how far can you get before you vanish? ”

       ‘This whole interaction is a mistake’ crosses Katie’s mind bitterly as her eyes narrow. If it were her choice, she’d end the “conversation” then and there, but it doesn’t seem like they’ll give her any pull in the way of decision-making. ( It’s far too depressing to think about how in this world of “choice”, none of hers truly matter in the grand scheme. )

       ➥  I don’t just vanish.                I restart, if anything. I don’t get to pick when that happens.                 I could be in Snowdin or I could be at the castle when the SAVE                mechanism kicks in and my progress is essentially erased. 

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➥ loveraised‌:

             “ y’know. ” the child starts, gradually inching closer, then tilts her head as their eyes giving off a faint, eerie red glow.“ i’ve seen you around — but you’re not that important enough to linger for long, are you? ”

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       The drawl teeters on being annoying, though the fact that they are still trailing after is enough reason for her irritation. Fingers tap against the hardcover of her notebook, and she debates staying silent, but kids are relentless.

       ➥  It’s complicated. Even I don’t know how things work for me yet,                so what makes you think I could explain it to you?