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[ruinfell]

just before i pass out have another shitpost, brought to you by a gay known as @strawhatsanddelibirds who had a dream that i made possible

@mraudio-the-audacious @kxndncss

[unxknownxplayer]

💫 Gimme the pain

“I’ve been lost for far too long   I need to find my way

                                                                Trying hard to carry on                                                                    But still feel far away

                  Help me past the darkness in my mind.”

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     He'dfallen asleep.

     Whydid he fall asleep.

     Hewasn't suppose to sleep.

     Notnow.

     Hefelt him there.

     Hecouldn't yell.

     Thehand was covering his mouth.

     Hefelt another one.

     Itkept his arms in place.

     Hislegs wouldn't move. 

     Hecould feel him laughing.

     Hecould feel his breath for he was too close.

     Hestruggled and fought.

     Hegave it everything he got.

     Lethim go let him go lET HIM GO-

     Hefound himself freed but the laughter was still in his head. He turnedto confront it and the shadow leered. The many hands snaked towardhim again. He was only playing with him. It was a shadow yet he couldtell that it smiled and he could see its eyes. He shrank away fromit. Feeling small. The hands enclosed upon him. Choking him. Pinninghim. He-

     Nardawoke with a gasp, finding himself curled in a corner of his ownroom. There was the nightstand. The bed. The covers thrown on thefloor where he had obviously thrown himself off. The blanket trailedto where he was now, but there were no hands. No shadows. Only theones furniture cast.

     Helet out a laugh. And then another. Only this one broke and he quicklycleared his throat, as if someone would hear. He made himself get up.Forced himself. Even thoughhis legs felt like jelly. He cleared his throat again and used thewall next to him, smiling as if laughing at himself but his eyes werestill gripped with terror.

     “H-he'sdead...” He told himself. Like a comfortjoke telling himself he was being silly. He ran a hand through hishair. Drenchedin sweat.

     “Justa- just a dream...”

     Hewasn't going back to bed. He moved to get himself cleaned up andready for the day. Or night. Whatever time it was. There will be nomore sleep.

     Again.

[hedjeroo]

Don’t worry folks, I’m not completely art-dead from the holiday season... yet...

I couldn’t die before making a birthday gift for my bestie @skelesass of her Underfell Gaster, Hope, dressed like a certain other grumpy angry man who loves his wife.

[ruintale]

[ continued from here  || @kxndncss ]

He didn’t think he was much for wine, but then, he hadn’t been much for friends, either, and yet here he was. Tokaku wasn’t holding his glass properly, cradling it in both hands, his slender and delicate finger-bones fidgeting about it like it didn’t fit; but he was holding it, at least, and occasionally sipping from it. He wouldn’t admit aloud, but the sweetness was... pleasant. Even if there were other flavours he found mild disagreement with.

         —He had never been much for alcohol.

True enough, he knew that what the mirrored individual beside him spoke of, was not of the grander-seeming accomplishments. The CORE was not the extraordinary thing he spoke of, no; it served a purpose, but it paled when compared to... well. That, he would not even admit to himself, except in hushed moments, when he was reminded.

Tokaku’s gaze averted. A question sat on his lip-plates for far longer than it ought to have, before it was borne to the air.

“What is to come after?”

His voice was as distant as his gaze as he posed that question, open and without focus. It was the least guarded he had been in a long time. He had been so vulnerable as of late, and he was afraid of it.

             “Are we really done?”

[ruinfell]

retelling of the event that led to the Café Crunch™ in meme format

@kxndncss @buntrousled @hopxlcss @tanezumi

[ruinfell]

[PA || THE ART OF WAR]

          The former scientist languished in a spell of nonexistence, skirting the tips of his shoes along a shore that simply should not be. They waded along the shallow end of ENTROPY, watching as it continued, endless, the gradual decay of perceived order until it was ripped into place once more, echoing countless ends. Forever.

    “It is–a TALL order, my boy.       Though I know those words, it is so difficult to truly adhere to it.

                   It is . . very easy to pretend, yes?”

   Just as existence did not quite settle upon KINDNESS the way it truly ought to, so too did the endless nothings of the void fail to settle upon SERAFIN; at least, in part. It was as a tide attempting to swallow the shore – perhaps it eroded the shoreline, but it was a process so slow that the naked eye could not perceive it, and ultimately it could not steal the beach away from the land wholly. The void did so want to claim Fin, and had him in part, but feared for that fervent life burning inside of him.

   There’s a smile played on his face, more a mask than anything. He’d been thinking again. His voice reflects that: it is soft and pensive, speaking in hushed tones of his introspection.

  “You think so?      It’s a survival instinct for me.

        At least… half of it is.”

      —He always seemed to be putting on the strong, brave face. His deceptions had, more often than not... been misused, for the few times he had truly deployed them. For another’s gain. It was someone else who was his real strength in those traps.

[ruinfell]

(( bit late, but, here’s the tie-up from the Arachnophobia event!

featured muses (aside from the ones from this blog): @seenbutgone , @kxndncss , @sourtrout ))

[fairestfall]

@kxndncss​ cont. from here

        The exiled princess clung to hope’s ghost amidst the chaos and heart-ache surrounding them. There once was a time when she thought herself the only being in the entire world that suffered-- how could she not when so many others had parents and homes and security? Meanwhile, she had grown as a spurned thing, an object of fear and jealousy, and so she had sought the company of wolves, far preferable to that of men (and a mother-figure who would sooner eat her heart than see her live and be happy). 

But no more. She saw now how others like her suffered from similar prejudice, but she also saw the purity of their souls and the depths of their love. How poignant, she thought, to find a home amongst monsters who shared more humanity than humans could ever dare. 

Moon-colored eyes flitted towards the other’s own. She fondly smiled, hoping that her stalwart optimism would ease but a little of her companion’s worries. After all, if a wretch like her could find a place to belong, then surely this war would end, just as the sun emerges after a storm. 

“No, kind are you for being a stronghold to me when I was friendless. Before you, despair marked my days, pain haunted my footsteps, but then you came, and marked was all by sunlight.” 

She placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder, now far easier to reach. She wasn’t that little girl he encountered in the wood so many years ago. They’d both changed, and with their scars, there was also growth and new beginning. 

“Saisch. Brother. This title deserves no one but you.”