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[queenexpatriate]

I will be replying to more things later in the day hopefully! thank you for your time aaa

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queenexpatriate

“Well Gawrsh I’ve never seen anybody like you. Howdy my name is Goofy, Goofy Goof to be exact.”

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“I must say the same for you, however, you do bear some resemblance to some dog monsters I have seen in my days...”

“Regardless, it is very nice to meet you, Mr. Goof. Sometimes it is nice to see a friendly but unfamiliar face, is it not?

[pixlotl]

pie time

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[passafrisk-blog]

To Frisk, there was no hesitation from the moment they saw her. They could no convince themselves she was anyone but Toriel. Nobody looked like she did. She was their mother, and they knew her well enough. Red eyes peered at her for a moment, taking in the sight of her. There were no illusions or dreams that could confuse them, but there was a hold up.

She was Toriel, but she wasn’t their Toriel, they didn’tthink. Her sadness, her hesitation. These were not things you would hear fromthe goat that raised them. They were the words of an early Toriel, one they hadleft or had only just met. With most monsters, they had to ask, but not with her. Withher, they’d seen the sadness and fear melt away as they didn’t die, they didn’tleave her once they got to the surface. They knew this was not their truemother. But she was still theirs.

“It’s me, Frisk.”

A smile came to their lips. Their eyes hid the sadness. Theywere closed, always closed, hiding deaths and pain from Toriel. She didn’t needto know. She was still a Toriel, and one they missed dearly. Their arms wentup, like a child younger than they were, seeking a hug, or some display ofaffection.

They had rules. One of them was not to bring up things thathurt Toriel. She was Toriel, not mom. But absence made the heart fonder, andthe fact she wasn’t their Toriel and they didn’t have to face the long term repercussionsof it softened their tongue.

“I missed you, mom. I… I really missed you!”

[queenexpatriate]

They’re here once again.

This child perhaps brought the most complicated emotions that any of the fallen had brought her.

The first to escape back into the world above, but only through the means of violence. It shook the underground and crushed what little hope they had left. No matter how much she detested those that existed beyond the barrier of her door, no widow and mother of so many lost souls could ever ignore the pain of the families who suffered.

Even then, she kept watch. Maybe in vain.

And now she’s here, alone with the child once again, and maybe everything that had happened no longer mattered. 

There’s nothing to say in that situation. Her lip trembled while her eyes darted from one spot to the next.

Then, she saw the way their sleeves swished in the still air as they rose their arms towards her. She felt the strength in her knees weaken as a new proclamation is born on the child’s lips, a name she had not heard in much too long.

“I missed you, mom. I… I really missed you!”

She smiled. It was jagged, unstable, and left her feeling as if she had forgotten how, but it was a smile all the same. Tears streaked down her cheeks, the fur they dampened in their wake grew dark, but they still reflected the glimmer in her eyes.

“My child... If you could only know how much I feel the same.”

Her outstretched arms warped themselves around the little human. She picked them up as if it was nothing, and held them tighter than perhaps she would have liked to admit to herself.

It is odd for someone who has only lost, to finally find something once again.

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 @scirephysica

15 minutes to the shopping centre was not too bad of an inconvenience. The ride was mostly quiet, save for the rumble of the train as it zipped along its railings. One could say that the gentle chugging it emitted can even be peaceful, and of course, the environment would be an ideal place to read a book.

It’s unfortunate that she hadn’t the chance to pick one up yet. It was better saved for later regardless, well, until just recently, she supposed.

There is still an irritable sensation in her hands. They wriggle against one another, desperate for something to do in order to break their own stillness. 

It is then that she noticed the lack of pressure on her chest and the cold that typically surrounded it.

The locket is gone. Had it been on her person before she arrived? 

Her grace left her as soon as she shot out of her seat. She peered underneath her spot. She leaned over it, both knees on the cushion, and scanned the floor behind her.

Without conscious volition, her fangs scraped against her bottom lip. As her eyes continued to look for any sort of shimmer, she noticed a fellow who sat in the aisle across from hers. A skeleton - one who bore cracks in his skull that framed his thin face - and the sight almost calmed her nerves.  Recently, skeletons have had a knack for helping her out.

“Excuse me,” she voiced her presence before approaching the other, “but... have you happened to see a locket as of late? I believe I may have dropped the trinket some time when I had walked on... though, I cannot seem to find it anywhere nearby.”

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[queenexpatriate]

man i sound super boring and super canadian in all my threads

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@queenexpatriate​

Not worth talking to.

Toriel wasn’t worth their words, not anymore. Throughout the resets, whatever respect and love for her that Chara possessed had dwindled into a hot, boiling rage that took the place of blood in their body. How could it not?

They simply stare at her instead of acting; expression blank, blood bubbling hotter, hotter in their veins the longer they stared. It was only when they were sure that Toriel had noticed them that they move their gaze, lifting it to meet their adoptive mother’s eyes. They still don’t speak, they don’t smile. Toriel was not worth it.

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If it hadn’t been for the way they glared, perhaps she would pass it off as nothing more than similarity. It would have to be, of course, seeing as Chara, her Chara, was right where she had buried them - underneath the shimmering golden flowers they loved so deeply, and which bed she tended to every day.

The redness of their eyes is an abnormality for most humans, she recalled. It would bother her surely, but a mother knows the look a child gives when they recognize someone. They come in all varieties - from fearful to overwhelming joy, but their look lacked the inherent life below that allows all those qualities to seep out. There is no widening of the eyes, no build-up of tears in the corners, and no popped in mouth ready to gasp at the appearance.

It is simply empty.

It reminds her of the corpse she held in her arms the night she left the castle, the night she left him, and how the scent of death never truly left her.

Humans don’t turn to dust, and it has haunted her ever since.

“... Chara?”

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@atonings

A pie tin.

The collection of ingredients is missing its container. They gently shifted about in the brown paper bag as she moved, and the crinkle of the packaging grated on her ears. The handles had a coarseness she likened to twine - something she felt even through the fur that covered her hands, both curled around the bag’s straps in a tight hold.

The last thing she needs is just a pie tin.

The sky has grown dim, and the haziness does not seem so apparent anymore. It almost feels like the skies she had fantasized about in her youth. Her attention jolted away from the openness above with that quick thought. Reminiscing can be saved for later. It is not as though this is truly an ideal situation regardless. Instead, her eyes drop to the grocery bag in front of her.

Her hands adjust themselves under her gaze. Gently, she hoists the bag up, one arm supporting the bottom while the other pulls at the handle to make it easier to peer into. The eggs have her worried, she must admit. It’s silly, as they are stacked neatly above the bags of sugar and flour, but some of the smaller bottles still could only find a suitable place on top. The bottle of vanilla rolled around on top of the carton, clinking delicately every-so-often against the salt - the only other ingredient joining at the top.

A quick look of the eggs momentarily reassured her that, despite their fragility, they would make it the rest of the walk back. Fortunate, considering that the process of making the crust is already a messy task itself, it would be a bigger delay to have to clean up the crushed eggs as well -

Oh, a rolling pin! She would need to pick one up too, lest she wishes for her fur to get stuck into the dough. Picking it out is always a hassle when it occurs.

A claw tapped on the carton, proceeded by a small smile of relief. At least she had realized it before she had finished her outing.

But the thought takes a backseat for a moment. Her clutch on the bag instinctively grew tighter at the feeling of something knocking back her shoulder. Maybe, she realized, it would be best to watch where you are going.

“Oh! My apologies for bumping into you, how uncouth of me to neglect my surroundings.”

Her stare drifted back down to the ingredients she held, and quietly, a warm chuckle followed after.

“I do not suppose that you might be interested in a slice of pie to make up for such impropriety?”

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@passafrisk

Anyone can have that hairstyle, she reasoned. The sweater is rather generic. It isn’t incredibly eye-catching or unique. Those cheeks that perfectly curve their face and emphasize their tiny smile - many children have that. Smaller eyes are more common for certain types of humans, as far as she is aware. Even if they are ones that seem to disappear when the one that possesses them gives a toothy grin.

Together, however, they make a picture that hurts too much to simply pass by.  And so, she made a decision to move closer, and step towards the remnant of the past. 

Her rationalizations continued, seamlessly flowing into one another as she placed each step carefully- moving closer by the second. 

Was it a sibling? A trick of the eye? If not, does that mean she had failed once again? Freedom to the surface only to be cut short by another place of entrapment - of unfamiliarity?

When she is finally close enough, the features she so painfully recognized were only strengthened by the sudden clarity. 

“M-...”

She stopped herself, halting on the sound as if it was the only thing she could say. How silly of her, to think it would be alright to go back to such terms of endearment so soon. Or, after all that had happened, was it still right?

“Is that... you, Frisk?”

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@litanee

One could say it has been a while. Or, it has been never, but the familiarity sticks out too much to constitute as nothing more than an uncanny experience.

Their hair softly flowed through the air, akin to fur shaped into the gentle curves of rivers and streams. The attire - uncannily similar to the garbs she had recognized throughout the ranks of royalty and guardians - eased the tension that stressed the corners of her mouth into a humourless line. A relaxed smile replaced it, despite the stature she was quite unused to in humans.

Dealing with only children of a certain race had its downsides, she supposed. 

With a tentative step she approached the other, gently raising a paw as she spoke in order to get their attention.

“Excuse me, but, could you perhaps direct me to this... ‘district beta’?”

“I have only recently arrived here, and I suppose I am a bit...”

She paused in her sentence. Her paw, previously raised just a bit above her chest, drifted towards her chin, where her fingers laid softly against her fur. A quiet chuckle followed, accompanying the appearance of a much warmer smile.

“Oh, dear, please forgive me. It is only common courtesy to introduce oneself, and here I am, simply neglecting it immediately. My name is Toriel, may I ask of yours?”

[0076yuri]

[queenexpatriate]

Hello!  I suppose this is what you refer to as a ‘starter call’?

I will be capping this at 4. I wouldn’t mind some plotting too! But even then I’ll try and whip something up.

[artsyfeathersartsyblog]

Once there was a happy family

[queenexpatriate]

There is someone back at home, at least. They would notice her absence.

The children would fall, and they would be found without her, and just maybe, the two she left behind would have better luck at protecting them than she had.

Her fingers traced their tips along the opposite hand. Flattened fur made lines leading towards her knuckles, and slowly, her paw curled up against the other.  She gave her trembling digits a quick glance before placing them in front of her, one laid on top of the other. A sliver of open space from her billowing sleeves made them barely identifiable, and hopefully, it would mask the uneasiness that created such a void in her stomach.

She rolled her bottom lip along her fangs, the fabric of her robes swaying in tandem with her eyes.  It’s... nice. But only in concept.

The city lacks heart, she thought. Regardless of the others who shambled along their ways, some of them being vaguely recognizable to her world, it was missing some sort of personality. Perhaps anyplace is devoid of such a thing when you don’t consider it home.

Although, they were similar- HOME and here. A suffocating place to be, one that gnawed on silences and loneliness, but permeated an atmosphere of comfort, if only because of the shared experience of the others who lived here.

Such a thing is no different, then.

Her eyes did linger on the billboard beside the exit, examining the map and the housing information. They wandered idly, going along the list of names that seemed to just blur together. None of them particularly familiar, so far.

Most likely for the best.

“Oh dear... it does seem rather crowded, does it not?” 

It was said to no one in particular, save herself.