#histhemed

[lostctrls]

i'm  tired  of  being  the  one  who  holds  it  all  together.

     *     YOU  ONLY  HAVE  YOURSELF    &    YOUR  BROTHER.    that much you know.    although your mother and father are not unkind,  you know best how     UNSTABLE    everything actually is.    you can hardly amount to anything     ———     you stay out of trouble's way and keep quiet,  lay your head low in hopes that everything will resolve itself.     you know that is not the case.     but what can you do  ?       you are smaller.    younger.     no matter how much you attempt to pick at    SCRAPS,     your efforts are in vain.    then,  this pain will simply    TRANSFER    itself to someone older.    someone with a bigger heart.     someone like asriel.     the lump that builds inside of your throat is bitter.    it tastes like bile,  like your stomach is trying to get you out of a stressful situation before it can harm you.    yet you cannot look away from his face,  cannot part from him and    LEAVE     him to experience this sadness alone.     

he only has    YOU.     while everyone departed,  you understand that you two only have each other.     reuniting is bittersweet.     a drug that makes your head spin,  you laugh over dinner and spend time catching up but after a while,  it turns harrowing.     the     TIGHTNESS    in your chest intensifies.    you steel your resolve,  rubbing the emptiness in your chest for comfort.     at least you know that it is only you and him.   

"  i'm sorry.  "      the words escape you before you even get the chance to     PROCESS    what it is that you had just spoken.     then,  you realize that you are quaking.    filled to the brim with a deep    DESIRE     to help him in all of the ways that you can but coming at a loss.    is there anything that you could even say to alleviate him of his pain  ?    a tragic tale between two siblings experiencing everything and     NOTHING    all at once.    

you were never one for sentimental embraces,  the action far too    EMOTIONAL    for your tastes yet you reach out to him.    like you want to comfort him as much as he has comforted you.     like you would do everything just to     TAKE    it all away.     and you know he cannot stay for long,  you wouldn't wish for him to do so anyway.     this agony is far too much    &    this selfishness would thwart him from truly soaring.    but for now, your weary hearts beat together as one.     just for this moment,  you long for a     MIRACLE     that will take away all of this ache.     

"  we'll get through this.  "      a promise that you intend to keep no matter what.

[starfaite]

ㅤ❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮..? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ she didn't consider any type of rock ugly, but - did this flower suddenly grow a heart?

[wintermulitplied]

@histhemed sent ; ❛  you know that we are the same.  ❜ for anyone of your choice :]

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

"Maybe we are."

A hand goes down to idly brush away at some dust. The ruins were basically empty. Chara felt... different. Toriel wasn't even a challenge anymore. It hurt a bit to end her life, but at the same time....it didn't bother them as much as it should. The power they were gaining was....accelerating. Something else entirely. Almost addicting, the voice in the back of their chanting to keep going. Get more. Acquire more.

Perhaps with enough LV and EXP, they could properly regain their own form, but for now, borrowing this vessel for their goals would work.

A smile forme on their face, for once looking down at the floral piece of plant life they didn't see a strange creature or measely little thing but.... "Greetings, Asriel."

[ebottfell]

❥ Hands grip the notebook; nails digging into the leather cover slightly as her eyes peer over it at the flower; knees brought up to her chest as she stares down at him-- shoulders tense and hackles raised as she shifts uncomfortably on the floor-- back to the wall, hunched and a little nervous. Kayla wasn't usually one for socialisation-- especially with Flowey, of all monsters ( they all spook her quite a bit; a bounty on her head and the sinking feeling to never trust anyone; she is always on the run ).

❥ Flowey, Kayla thinks, is one of the scariest; she cannot read him easily, and he always seemed so-- so… smiley, especially with everything that is going on within the underground; unlike most monsters, the flower simply didn't care-- it certainly makes her uncomfortable, for starters. Her book is pulled closer to her face, eyebrows furrowed as, despite the quiver of her fingers on her book, she looks to him.

❥ ❝ What do-- what do you want? ❞ She asks quietly, ❝ Why are you here? ❞

@histhemed liked!

[wintermulitplied]

@histhemed sent ; ❛  no one beats me, no one wins my game.  ❜ frisk!

🐝  *  ―  𝑬𝑷𝑰𝑪: 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

"Really? Because I think you just lost."

The voice rings out, seeming to bounce off the non-existent walls. Almost sounding like several voices overlapping each other all at once.

This was not the same goofy kid from moments before, one that seemed outright frightened by the strange powerful creature before them barely able to dodge the endless swarm of attacks thrown their way. Droopy eyes that looked like they were closed or in a constant squint were now WIDE open, pure light cascading out as the souls left Flowey's grip.

The six of them surrounding the living human, each one of them buzzing with life and likely their own strange version of determination found deep within themselves. Perhaps even inspired by Frisk's own soul. It seemed to be the thing with Frisk, whether thanks to their own actions, general friendliness or strong principals Frisk inspired others. Even those long gone. And right now? The six souls had chosen a side here.

A smile that borders on sadistic spreads across the humans face, flashes of color radiate from their sockets, cyan, orange, blue, green, purple, yellow. All in that exact order repeating, a hand is raised and brought down with a fearsome vengeance, one you wouldn't have expected from such a peaceful individual.

* [ ❤️ FIGHT ]

The button is pressed repeatedly, even as Flowey's attacks continue. They hit Frisk, they hurt and they do leave damage however almost instantly they start to heal. Frisk stands there unmoved and forever unphased, a laugh escapes them. One that rumbles deep within their chest as it's no longer just their soul but several others aiding them. As the fight button is pressed again and again and again and again, relentlessly.

Frisk is patient. Frisk is brave. Frisk has integrity. Frisk has kindness. Frisk has perseverance. Frisk seeks out justice .

Frisk is filled with determination.

* [ ❤️ FIGHT ] , * [ ❤️ FIGHT ] , * [ ❤️ FIGHT ] , * [ ❤️ FIGHT ] , * [ ❤️ FIGHT ] , * [ ❤️ FIGHT ]

[lostctrls]

tell  me  what  to  do.  tell  me  what  you  need.

     *      THERE   ARE   MANY   NIGHTS   THAT   PASS  WHERE  YOU  WAKE  UP     distressed.    you do not know why that is,  why you seem to be so inconsolable,     &     why you cannot seem to stop this    HOLLOW    pain in your chest that only grows worse.     you do not mean to stir your brother up from his rest,  to trouble him with this grief that you do not know how to     HANDLE.     a part of your head rationalizes that it is normal not to understand  ;    your family is falling apart,  your life that you have grown comfortable with is slowly     CRUMBLING     down right before your eyes and this weight is too heavy for your body.     your tears are thick and heavy,  every cry coming out    STRAINED    in hopes that it does not wake your mother.    

(  it took you and your brother's    COMBINED     efforts to get her to settle for the night.  )

you do not mean to add on to his plate,  to be such a handful.    he is trying his best to be here for you,  the least that you could do is to     NOT    be so selfish and take up this time by leaving him guessing.    you have already done enough damage by waking him up with your upsetting cries.    he has bigger obligations in school,  you should not weigh him down by     BEING    like this.     if you could just wake up normal,  maybe then you would be someone more digestible for your sibling.    maybe you wouldn't have to     BOTHER     him so much.     your hiccuping fills the room as you remain holding on to him,  this sadness to big for your bodies to carry.    you know he did not want this too.

"  i'm sorry.  "     asriel,  your rock,  your bestest friend,  wants you to pick up your mouth and tell him what is wrong.     yet you can only    SHAKE.     this is the only thing that can ground you.     you would not know what you would do with yourself if he ever goes away.    everybody has     LEFT     you two to your own devices.    what more when even he has to part  ?     it wouldn't be his fault.     you know it     ———      and you know it well.     cumbersome,  this heartache is.    it feels like a neverending     HEARTACHE.     a sense of despair that you cannot crawl away from.

you bury your head into his chest,  hoping for warmth.    stability.     SOMETHING    to reinforce the fact that he is here.    tangible.     someone who will not fade away.    you are a troubled kid.    something is wrong with you.    yet you can at least cling on to a level of normalcy with asriel around.    you want something     ABSOLUTE.     something that will no longer frighten you.     you need something that cannot be attainable now.     with your smaller hands,  your fist grasping on to his sweater while your tears shed into his fur,  you weep softly.

a kid.    kids.     you two are just kids.    you cannot     COMPREHEND     why it is that you have to struggle like you aren't.     "  don't go.  "

[actxfmercy]

@histhemed

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be. + « don’t scare me like that »

Kris should've known better than spooking their brother like that -- enough to make them already dread the scolding that, undoubtly, it's going to arrive, sooner or later. But, like any other time... it would've been worth it.

They still lay upside-down, the hand that previously darted out to GRAB onto their brother's ankle now pressed against their mouth to keep in the giggles. Failing at that. If the yelp Asriel let out didn't wake up their parents, their laugh certainly did!

"Thought you learned to check under your bed by now!"

[wlthbravery]

@histhemed said: “Did you really think I was gonna be satisfied… killing you only ONE time?”

UNDERTALE STARTERS- Accepting!

Orange eyes flash open in a shock, darting about their sockets looking for where that last attack had gone... only for their search to be brought to a sudden stop by the now familiar voice that greeted them, gaze immediately locking towards it's source.

Staring ahead at their enemy wordlessly as the meaning of his words actually began to settle into them, blinking & looking down at their glove-covered hands in silence... fingers flexing, feeling returning.

Before, far too quickly, those same shaking hands would ball into steady fists & be raised forwards, the human's voice returning. Not with fear, but with a grin.

"Heh! Guessin' that didn't feel for like much of a win for ya, did it?" The child answers the flower with gall, already starting to bounce on their bare heels once more as if nothing had even happened.

As if they hadn't just died.

"That's fine, 'cause it sure didn't feel like one for ME, either!"