Claire Keane

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@sxvepoint-blog
( stop. recall. reanalyze. reform hypothesis. assumptions too quickly made — nature of existence nonwithstanding. form rises in soft spike and tendril to drip upward, defiant of basic law, disconnect up from shoulders and fade into nonexistence. ) [ ‘ MISTAKEN AS YOU ARE. WE ARE IN WAYS SIMILAR. ’ ] ( base expand out, connecting with solid ground and taking hold of reality in viscous flood. pupils ivory, burning in heat of small stars, reassess. continue. ) [ ‘ YET WHAT IS THRUST UPON YOU AND WHAT I INHERITED FROM CONSCIOUS WILL CANNOT BE TRULY COMPARED. NOR CAN YOU, IT SEEMS, COMPREHEND. YOUR REALITY IS INDEED SUBJECTIVE, THROUGH THE LENS OF YOUR OWN SCOPE OF INTERPRETATION. BEING WITHOUT, ONE BEGINS TO SEE MORE OBJECTIVELY. YOU CLAIM TO SEE MY KNOWLEDGE AS UNCERTAINTY. I FEAR SUCH IS NOT THE CASE. YOU SEE, NO MATTER HOW MANY SINGLE LIVES IN ALTERNATING REALITIES YOU SEE, IT WILL NEVER BE THE ENTIRE STORY. THE LARGER IMAGE, FRIGHTENINGLY COMPLEX. YOU MISTAKE UNCERTAINTY FOR BEING PERHAPS A BIT TOO CERTAIN. THE MIND CAN BE A DECEIVER. YOUR PERCEPTION MATTERS ONLY TO YOU. IT IS NOT TRUTH. IT IS FAR TOO SUBJECTIVE TO BE TRUTH. AND TEMPORARY BEING DOES NOT AN EXISTENCE MAKE. BUT RATHER NEVER BE THAN BE FAR TOO MUCH, IN TOO MANY PLACES AT ONCE. OR BARELY BE AT ALL. EXISTENT OR NOT. CURIOUS, REALLY. YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS REAL, YET I THE ONE WITH A SOUL. I SUPPOSE WE ARE UNREAL IN OUR OWN SEPARATE WAYS. ’ ]
golden irises followed attentively; black, ethereal mass-- ever changing form and consistency, trailing across invisible fabric of the air, before disappearing ; reappearing, a viscous limb, resembling a torn piece of the darkest cosmos. contrast to livid white, a static vision seeming out of place when coupled with such a surreal body. two sockets - equally stygian to the sheet blackness seen below ; two pinpricks of white, resembling stars against the invariable dark irises.
‘ .. i think people give reality - time, the universe -- all of it - far too much credit. all knowing, stagnant dictation - to say we’re but passive witnesses to it all seems inaccurate. ‘
‘ i have no authority over time, over reality, over my existence -- to think otherwise would be foolish. but perhaps acknowledging my powerlessness shows a degree of control over it all. i may have no soul -- but i have my belief, and i have my doubt - choosing to think of myself as real despite my shortcomings gives me power that i lack. ‘
they just kinda poke the other, just poke. "Your pretty!"
Behold ; a sheepish, flattered grin— - Ada could trust the words of a child, RIGHT ? She rubbed at the back of her hollow neck in a nervous manner.
‘ i, uh .. thank you – compliment fairy – that’s sweet. unexpected and SLIGHTLY unnerving, but sweet. ‘
so, the theme that plays during your dinner date with sans is called “it’s raining somewhere else”- and the theme that plays when you enter sans’ secret room is just a slowed down version of it. i imagine it’s called “it’s raining here”
I MADE MYSELF SAD
✍ damn son what program you usin? these lookin kawaii desu af
WHEN YA DO THA DRAW || nononononomore
paint tool sai because im a cheater oopsie daisy
btw your oc is fun af to draw do you mind if i draw her again because damn
He was b o r e d …
There simply wasn’t any other way to say it. He had nothing to do, his influence on the outside world was limited for the time being, and W.D. Gaster was in sore need of entertainment. Prowling through the oh-so-familiar damp caverns of Waterfall alleviated some of it, occasionally tossing a stone or otherwise to startle a passing monster. It was childish, certainly, but it was fun.
Oh, look, there was his next victim.
The first sign of his presence was how the shadows flickered on the wall across from her.
Ada practically snapped the mailbox handle in half in her hast to close it -- 5 more stops, and she could be free of this paranoia and fear and holy SHIT that shadow wasn’t there a second ago — - Paranoia, my ASS. If i’m gonna be killed i’m gonna be killed with dignity - -
‘ U-uhmn, if this is a haunting, can we get it over with quickly ? ‘
apsenti:
( basic concepts fully understood - blessing for nothing if the lack of repeated explanation. intricacies tell other stories - terrifying as the very concept of nihilism to the existent, that one may not find peace in existential insignificance [ no matter how wrong with streams of data overtaking vision for briefest moments and in those he sees worlds end and restart and begin again in new forms and new ways simultaneously ] roll forward, body thinned regaining mass from its infinite core, upright as an obelisk ) [ ‘ YOU SAY OUR AS IF I AM INCLUDED. NO - YOU STAY WITHIN TIME AS YOU ARE A PART OF A WORLD’S FATE. TIME EMBRACES YOU. ONLY THOSE WHO NO LONGER BELONG ARE EXPELLED FROM IT. THOSE WITHOUT IT. MYSELF, BEING SAID. ALL THIS HAS BEEN DECIDED ALREADY, YOUR ACTIONS HAVING BEEN MADE. YOU CONTROL YOUR FUTURE, THAT IS TO SAY, YOU ALREADY HAVE. YOU MERELY EXIST WITHIN A REALM THAT DOES NOT CARE IF YOU LIVE OR DIE. YOU ARE YET REAL, ARE YOU NOT? I CANNOT SAY THE SAME. ’ ]
{ an itch at the back of her skull- an overwhelming, instantaneous, mind-numbing sequence of events — - a compilation of memories tainted by a range of conflicting emotions ; Regret, fear — apprehension and joy and the sense of BELONGING - hopes - dreams - DETERMINATION. } Ada wasn’t blessed with the sweet, oblivious cynicism of this mans nihilistic comportment -- even if she had wanted to - the constant SAVES reminded Ada of the paramount that was her existence. She was an ANOMALY- out of place, out of time - — doubt was a luxury - one she didn’t possess.
‘ reality, at times, feels more like a BURDEN -- to be honest, i envy your vacuity regarding your OWN existence. is must be.. nice — to be so certain of your own uncertainty. ‘
‘ -- but to say that you ‘ aren’t real ‘ is rather subjective, no? i acknowledge your presence and your valid existence, though it may only be my own opinion - doesn’t that, in a way -- PROVE your own actuality? ‘
Send me '✍' and I will draw your muse horribly on MSPaint
I'm actually gonna be doing my best on these this time around !!
send a ✚ for a drunk text from my muse
Anything hurts less than
the QUIET
apsenti:
[ ‘ AH. MY APOLOGIES. I DID SAY IT WAS A FINE EFFORT, EVEN IF THE RESULT WAS LESS THAN SPECTACULAR. ’ ] ( sway back in form, oozing darkness in sigmoid function away, all that made of relaxed posture from the featureless sludge. hands quick in their movements, never ceasing. ) [ ‘ YOU MISUNDERSTAND. TIME IS INDEED MORE FLUID THAN FABRIC, BUT LIKE RUNNING WATER, IT DISDAINS OBSTRUCTION AND PUSHES ALL IT SEES AS UNFITTING OUT OF ITS WAY. THAT WHICH IS NOT REAL CANNOT AFFECT REALITY, AND THAT WHICH IS REAL CANNOT MAKE IMPACT ON THAT WHICH IS NOT. SIMPLE, SINGULAR TRUTH. SHOULD THE UNREAL MAKE PASSAGE INTO REALITY, TIME WILL FORCE IT OUT. THAT WHICH HAPPENS, HAPPENED, WILL HAPPEN - IT ALREADY HAS IN A SINGLE GRAND MOMENT KNOWN AS TIME ITSELF - OBSERVABLE IN A SINGLE INSTANT FROM WITHOUT ITS CONTINUUM. I KNOW WHAT, IN YOUR PERSPECTIVE, IS PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. TO ME, IT IS ALL A SINGLE EVENT. JUST AS YOU CANNOT CHANGE THE PAST, I CANNOT CHANGE ANY EVENT, BEING BEYOND IT. I APOLOGIZE IF IT IS DIFFICULT TO COMPREHEND. IT IS NOT LITTLE EFFECT, IT IS NO EFFECT AT ALL. ’ ]
‘ it all seems so.. fragile, when you put like that - our existence is the foreign object, huh ? We’re the only thing that keeps time flowing, then, if it truly is in a constant sate of expelling us. ‘ it was no less than unnerving to be speaking with someone tangible, yet formless - Ada realized that, if not for the physical nature conversation itself, she wouldn’t feel this idiosyncrasy presence at all.
‘ .. the whole idea of that sort of thing makes me feel much more important than i probably am. ‘
&&. OOC; i am quite literally shaking with rage @ tumblr rn.
@apsenti
‘ first off - rude. dead languages aren’t exactly my forte. and second -- ‘
‘ .. i suppose i can’t speak for time and space and all that scientific stuff; i barely understand the water cycle - but rather, i can say that if the universe, or the void or whatever - does it truly have LAWS ? i mean .. if it’s as fluid as you say, wouldn’t tampering have little effect anyway .. ? ‘
really feelsy sans ficlet beneath cut
i like to think about sans being super cynical and depressed and just over all an anxious mess when he first gets to the surface, just WAITING for another reset, counting the days- and one night he's lying awake with his head in his hands, thinking about how this'll all be gone soon, and there's nothin he can do to STOP it- but then frisk shuffles into his room quietly and just takes his hand and leads him onto the porch, and they're standing there in the cold at 1 am and instead of saying anything frisk just points to the stars- and even though sans has seen them before, for some reason the sky looks so BIG up there tonight, and each and every star seems like another world, and even though everything is still broken and he's still terrified, for some reason the resets, timelines, and nightmares seem so far away, and for the first time since he can remember sans is HAPPY to be alive- so he keeps staring at the stars, and he holds frisks hand tighter, and they just smile and don't say a word, even when they see tears run down sans face from the corner of their eye, even when their fingers start to turn numb from the cold, and they think to themselves that, many timelines from now, when they show sans the stars again, that they shine as brightly as they do now.
My heart used to ( beat ) Now it only weeps
Send me a '✉' for five times my muse didn't text yours, and one time they did.
before i go to bed consider this: cat gaster
good night