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The balance of power is a delicate thing, but cometh the hour / cometh the king, here at the summit, the pendulum swings. ‘cause like any puppet, THE WORLD IS ON A STRING. | summoned by kasz. rebooted october 2021.
wat the dog doin
looks like the doge be Zzz’ing, except justice never sleeps.
woof.
tumblr keeps recommending cerberus to me while on blogs entirely unrelated to undertale and I feel like it’s trying to tell me something.
* their hand extends slowly forward, palm facing up, fingers slightly curled. they stop near its mouth, right by its jaw, their head tilts and their eyes ask for permission. ah yes, chin scratches. ( frisk )
the beast thinks it sentimental, really, to be treated as though a canine desiring affection. far from an empty gesture, offered by one so full of kindness, yet so very unnecessary. would their compassion not be served better to any other creature ? blazing eyes find the offered hand before quickly settling their gaze ‘pon dear human’s face with naught but silence and the gentle thrum of its magic.
o’ cerberus, hound eternal, remembrance left in place of a piece forlorn strikes deep and true / bone ‘pon bone, unrelenting edges meet that of another. void of soft fur and plush fabrics, yet softer than any one of them. but then something inside of you is torn away and suddenly there is only guilt / guilt / guilt.
for a grasp so tightly wound around duty and purpose, cerberus is no stranger to that which is gentle. touches meant to soothe and words carrying more power than any magic, laden with love and care unrivaled. how ethereal a language, universal and undying. cerberus has long understood this language. and perhaps that is why blazing gaze averts and great skull retreats with nay interest to spare.
fortunately for a youth with naught but good intentions, another immediately takes its place. such identical form when spared a glance, yet a surface covered in many more fissures and lacking a few inches when compared to its brethren returning to their slumber on the ground. it entertains their whims without reservation, gently leaning massive form into offered touch with content rumble of a throat it does not possess.
@madestars | RANDOM ASK ! ❤
sorry but I can’t make a character with several heads and not make each subtly represent a different trait / temperament. I just can’t.
𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.
↬ THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS, midnight tales and dangerous magic. ( 2017 ) by leigh bardugo.
sentences taken from or inspired by the collection’s dialogue & narration.
+ feel free to change pronouns !
i. AYAMA AND THE THORN WOOD.
‘ love speaks in flowers. truth requires thorns. ’
‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ’
‘ we should leave this place. ’
‘ no doubt it will come and devour us all. ’
‘ the beast will laugh you right out of the wild lands. ’
‘ you know how the stories go. interesting things happen only to pretty girls. ’
‘ is the wood much worse than a garden overgrown with pricklers ? ’
‘ stupid girl ! do you wish to become a monster ? ’
‘ strike me. cleave me in two. ’
‘ you’re as thorny as the wood. ’
‘ there is but one rule in my wood. speak truth. ’
‘ perhaps you might show mercy freely. ’
‘ just eat a bit of the sun to fill the sky, and you will feel empty no longer. ’
‘ what nonsense ! of course that’s not how the story ends. ’
‘ some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. ’
‘ what do i care for winter ? no season touches this wood. ’
‘ you know the only bargain i will make. ’
‘ sometimes the unseen is not to be feared and those that are meant to love us most are not always the ones that do. ’
‘ bad fates do not always follow those that deserve them. ’
‘ no prince is worth your life. ’
‘ are you so eager to be eaten ? ’
‘ they have told me to return with your heart. ’
‘ you think to love a monster ? ’
‘ a man like you is owed no words. ’
ii. THE TOO CLEVER FOX.
‘ you are doomed to a miserable life. ’
‘ better to be hungry now than to be sorry later. ’
‘ what will everyone say when they see such a face ? ’
‘ we have not gone so soft as that. ’
‘ you think that we will let you live on foolish promises ? ’
‘ you have bested me. that much is clear. ’
‘ will you not free me ? ’
‘ you will have a fine time of it, i can tell you. ’
‘ i can bear ugliness. i find the one thing i cannot live with is death. ’
‘ if you will only cease your talking, i will gladly go. ’
‘ where he went, he bled the woods dry. ’
‘ what’s a bit more blood ? ’
‘ you should leave this place. you are not safe here. ’
‘ with such big eyes, i think you see too much. ’
‘ will you not tell me what troubles you ? ’
‘ why do you stay with him ? you’re pretty enough to catch a husband. ’
‘ just because you escape one trap, doesn’t mean you will escape the next. ’
‘ first i must find my courage. ’
‘ few can resist the sight of a pretty girl crying. ’
‘ the trap is loneliness, and no one escapes it. not even me. ’
‘ in the wood, even songbirds must be survivors. ’
iii. THE WITCH OF DUVA.
‘ there was a time when the wood ate girls. ’
‘ be back before dark. the trees are hungry tonight. ’
‘ who can say what shapes an appetite ? ’
‘ this is my home, you can’t just send me away. ’
‘ don’t be foolish. there’s plenty of light. ’
‘ well then, come help me stir the pot. ’
‘ i will warn you just this once. go. ’
‘ you cannot come and go from this place like you’re fetching water from a well. ’
‘ hope made me stubborn. ’
‘ stay there and keep quiet. i don’t need rumors that i’ve been taking girls. ’
‘ i will not have you bring a monster to my door. ’
‘ you know that you are welcome to remain here with me. ’
‘ i will follow her. i will peck out her eyes. ’
‘ believe me. say you believe me. ’
‘ dark things have a way of slipping through narrow spaces. ’
iv. LITTLE KNIFE.
‘ it is dangerous to travel the northern road with a troubled heart. ’
‘ if you are lost in your own thoughts, you may find yourself stepping off the path and into the dark woods. ’
‘ she was beautiful from the moment of her birth. ’
‘ why must i be the one to hide ? ’
‘ do you think i am so foolish or so cruel ? ’
‘ water only wants direction. it wants to be told what to do. ’
‘ always you have done my bidding, but what good are you to me now ? ’
‘ soon i will be very rich, but will i have a good man ? ’
‘ that is a question for the river. ’
‘ your tongue is not fit for my true name. ’
‘ will you come with me, and be bride to nothing but the shore ? ’
‘ she was terrifying in her beauty, bright like a devouring star. ’
‘ remember that to use a thing is not to own it. ’
‘ should you ever take a bride, listen closely to her questions. ’
v. THE SOLDIER PRINCE.
‘ this is the problem with even lesser demons. they come to your door in velvet coats and polished shoes. ’
‘ you will find great love and more gold than you could wish for. ’
‘ he’s a charming fellow, but most unusual, and peculiarities seem to follow him. ’
’ it seemed harmless at the time. ’
‘ he needed a girl, still malleable, one that he could make admire him. ’
‘ this is pleasant. this is enough. ’
‘ are you my soldier ? are you my prince ? ’
‘ i have not come to fight, only to talk. ’
‘ wanting is why people get up in the morning. it gives them something to dream of at night. ’
‘ i am perfectly real. ’
‘ she loves you, though, and that will make it harder. ’
‘ best not to ask. i think the answer would please no one. ’
‘ we can stay forever in the land of dreams. ’
‘ kiss me. take me from this place. ’
‘ i sent you to die a hundred times. ’
‘ i eat the wonder in their eyes. ’
‘ you were an idea in my head. you were nothing, and to nothing you will return when i think of you no more. ’
‘ you wanted only that i might live. you would sacrifice your own life to make it so. ’
‘ are you my darling ? are you mine ? ’
vi. WHEN WATER SANG FIRE.
‘ you wish to strike a bargain. ’
‘ make me someone new. ’
‘ this is the problem with making a thing forbidden. it does nothing but build an ache in the heart. ’
‘ easy magic is pretty. great magic requires that you trouble the waters. ’
‘ no one expects me to accomplish anything. ’
‘ i can smell your ambition like blood in the water.’
‘ i know that you should keep it like a secret, not shout it like a curse. ’
‘ yes. i can imagine it all. ’
‘ you are worth more than that. you should not have to earn him. ’
‘ hope rises like water trapped beneath a dam, higher and higher, in increments that mean nothing until you face the flood. ’
‘ there is no pain like the pain of transformation. ’
‘ take your pleasures as you will. ’
‘ come, and i’ll tell you all you wish to know. ’
‘ he made me dream of things i cannot have. ’
‘ i do not care for dancing. ’
‘ look into the mirror, and try to deny it. ’
‘ you have never been like the others, and you never will be. ’
‘ we were not made to please princes. ’
‘ i am not quite mortal either, and i have many lives to live. ’
‘ i wouldn’t care if you were part human or part frog. ’
‘ my voice is not enough. ’
‘ you know i was never strong. ’
testing, sshh.
cerberus : i am a weapon. i do not do “feelings”
gaster : disappears
cerberus : warbled noises of distress
also as a note, I will gladly write the blasters of any Papyrus in any timeline / au upon request. whether it still be Cerberus or an entirely different blaster, I still adhere to your headcanons and such by default if they are available / I am given information.
Sudden thrum of ancient magic in the air, like heavy blanket it envelops a laboratory long turned into living quarters. ❛ * Doctor Alphys, ❜ though nay malicious intent, still are words a haunting thunder, gentle hum of machinery easily cut in twain by hound’s presence alone. Its gaze wanders, almost surprised. ❛ * ... you have altered the laboratories interior. ❜
— @entry16 / starter call.
a new monster, maybe ?? definitely not one they had seen before. grand stature and large maw, they think the other to belong in a castle fit for lords and ladies and everything in between. but shy feet will shuffle close to the creature, deciding that all new monsters need a smile. ❝ yo ! i betcha you're a bit lost here, aren't you ? don't worry about it, ok ?! i'm here to help you around whenever you need it. you look uh, a bit scary, but that's ok ! i won't run away. ❞
A certain appreciation for innocent naivety nestled itself into unstable soul, for it was a sight of kindness and hope. Though knowledge of the inevitable would never cease to haunt those unable to forget, still were these moments welcome by even brutal executioner. Thus on familiar impulse it chose to indulge youthful monster, large skulls drawing closer to the ground in cautious display of both attentive hearing and lack of supremacy.
❛ You are very brave, ❜ though thunderous voice would not soften and retain its cold edges, so was it void of sarcasm. The beast was not made for compassion / it was not made to entertain children and fall into a pretense exercised by parents. Thus lackluster its performance may have been, yet was it forever genuine. ❛ Would you escort me to the grand waterfalls outside of this town, then? ❜
She calls to us.
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[ LOG ENTRY || ACCEPTING ]
[SUB ENTRY NUMBER 1]
IT SLEEPS. No changes since DT exposure, but life REMAINS so long as it is tethered to to an individual. I will not know until it is BORN if my efforts have been successful. Its potential for use is dubious at best; nothing of this sort has ever been attempted before. Ah, but who am I if not a pioneer? Haha.
I will note any further changes as they come.
—-
[SUB ENTRY NUMBER 2]
IT IS A SUCCESS.
In every sense of the word, I have succeeded.
I have dubbed the creature ‘CERBERUS’.
—–
[SUB ENTRY NUMBER 3]
CERBERUS is very different from LEVIATHAN.
Hardly a tool molded by the wielder’s emotional state. Strange, it seems almost–sentient at times? It is a foolish thought to entertain as it does not have a soul of its own, yet . . I cannot shake the feeling that it is not merely mimicking my words. There is some gravity, it is calculating. It is LEARNING.
I shall note any significant changes as they occur.
—–
[SUB ENTRY NUMBER 4]
I w a s w r o n g .
“Is that what you really wish?”
❛ It is merely the most logical action to take, ❜ empty voices laced with conviction, nay hesitation shall be found within them upon answering the human’s question. Prepared for such request of confirmation had ancient beast been, expecting no less of monsterkind’s savior. Yet own conscience must admit — comfort it took from both presence and voice of a child most strange. Determination in crimson soul and kindness in beating heart, even a weapon solely made for war she welcomed into newfound family ( as though a normal monster ). Everything fell into place. A nightmare thought endless finally put behind them. And Cerberus could not understand.
How can they be so content ?
Instincts alert and unstable soul restless, no peace would come to one who was made to deliver justice, for among beauty of reclaimed freedom lingered a malice most familiar — too great to ignore. An ugliness it was told to ignore ( to let assigned authorities handle these crimes ). But how could it watch and take no action? Never before had such conflict been experienced, yet clear was its source.
❛ Frisk, ❜ a quandary unfit for terrifying infamy nests itself within otherwise assertive vocals, treading territory hardly known. ❛ My existence was never meant to last, ❜ truthfully, tarnished weapon thought it a miracle to have lived for this long. ❛ I was created centuries ago for a purpose I no longer fulfill, ❜ a creature most blunt, yet for sake of youthful ( albeit mature ) being its words danced around that which it could not bear to place onto her soul despite knowing that she is hardly naive. Cerberus was dying, and it would do so in a place it could call home ( where last it saw cherished creator ).
❛ I will return to the Underground, where I belong. ❜
【 ᴍ. ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛɪɴɢ // 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬.
Dilapidation noun | a state of deterioration due to old age or long use
cfmusings:
❝ i wish i could protect you from everything. ❞