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Sad, helpless, "I failed as a big brother" Azzy is breaking my heart yet at the same time I'm sadistically drawn to his inner turmoil ;-;

He tries his best to be a good older brother. Some things just don't work out.

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Chara under the Player's control is putting pressure on poor Asriel, everything is as usual (｡• ω •｡)

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#v: imperial au #today on 'this shit show has been on display long before my arrival and shall perish long after I'm dead'#poor Azzy

Azriel: all I want for Christmas...

Azriel: *falls to his knees* is....

Azriel: YOUUUUUUUUUUU *hugs bottle of wine*

#acotar #feyre #rhysand #acomaf #feysand #acowar #azriel #cassian #sarah j maas #sjm #mood #morrigan #amren #acofas #poor azzy #azzy kins

“In a world where I’m trapped alone,

memories is all I have left of you.

It’s all I have left of me, too.”

Oh my GOD I actually finished it o-o;;

wow i got super carried away

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#nuedraws #undertale #i wanted the feels #so i drew them out #ahhh im not satisfied i think i need to draw more feels #poor azzy #he just wants to free monsterkind #chara y ya gotta eat them buttercups huuh??#WHY CANT WE SAVE THE GOAT BRO #I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAT ASRIEL CANT BE SAVED #(or chara but shes long gone the poor thing)#there's gotta be another way #i went ham and cheese on the luminosity features guys like what even #chara #asriel #flowey

Perseverance - Chapter Twenty One

Just a little warning - the next chapter’s at a funeral so it’s inevitably going to be at least somewhat sad.

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“How’re you doing, Tori?” Me and Morgan enter Toriel’s room. We both thought that she might need some help and company right now. She’s staring at herself in front of the mirror, expressionless. Or, she is until she hears us. At that moment, she suddenly comes back to life again and beams at both of us. “Oh! Heavens, dears, how long have you been there? I am so sorry, I didn’t hear you come in!” I don’t reply. I’m too busy looking around the bedroom. It’s so quiet and… eerie now. I don’t know why she’s insisting on sleeping here – I’d avoid this place like the plague if I was her. But I guess different people react differently. “It’s okay,” Morgan gives a small smile. “You don’t have to act in front of us.” Toriel looks down. “… No. I have to keep going.” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “I am no stranger to loss. I can control it, somewhat. I can grieve properly once the funeral is over and done with. For now, I have to set a good example to my Kingdom, and the people within it.” Me and Morgan exchange glances. Bottling your emotions doesn’t sound very healthy to me… She shakily stands up from the chair. She faces the door, pauses, and looks back at her bed. “It is… interesting, though.” Her voice sounds strained. “We have been through so much together. I assumed that we would… die together, too.” She looks back at us. “… But no matter – let us go.” “Are you… sure you’re okay, Goat Mum?” I frown. “I mean… considering…” “I assure you that I am fine.” Morgan raises his eyebrows at her. She sighs. “… But how about you two?” “Been better, to be honest.” I frown. “It sucks, but I dunno. Guess it hasn’t properly hit me yet.” “I’m still shocked that it happened so quickly…” Morgan rubs his arms. “One second we were there, talking and drinking tea and then, when I returned, he was…” He chokes, unable to finish. “It’s okay…” I give him a hug. “But we should go now.” “Y-Yes…” He nods, trying not to start crying in case we all start. Probably a good call. “Let’s go.” I reach my hand out for Toriel. She takes it. I can feel it shaking. I’m not sure if it’s nerves, old age, or grief. Probably all three. “Thank you, my child.” She smiles and pats it. We head to the hall together. --MORGAN-- It was weird for me, being at another funeral, for another Dad… Everyone was in black, the mood was sombre just like before, but there were a lot more people this time. They looked very… different, too. Mostly because hardly any of them were actually humans. Another key difference from last time was that there was no body to bury or cremate. He was already in a large urn on an altar. The same altar where he married me to Aisling. Don’t think about that now… We were positioned at the front, with the rest of the inhabitants of the Underground sitting behind us, talking amongst themselves. I was between Aisling and Peter. Toriel was at the front, waiting for Chara and Asriel. She looked so… alone. I looked over at Peter. He was very… still. Normally, there’s always at least some part of him that’s moving around or fidgeting, but right now, he wasn’t moving at all. As still as a statue. He hadn’t talked much since he found out what had happened either. “How are you doing, Peter?” He raised his eyes and looked at me. It seemed very… automatic. “I’m fine.” “… Are you sure…?” I frowned. “I’m fine, considering the circumstances. I’ll get over it.” “… Okay then. But just so you know, if it all gets too much, you can talk to us. We’re all in the same boat right now. We’re here for you.” “Okay.” He looked down again. ----- In walked Chara and Asriel. They stood in front of the altar, facing us. It seemed like Asriel was going to lead the ceremony. His first duty as the new King. He looked terrified. Poor him – I still remembered his face when he saw what had happened in the garden. And while I was just expected to grieve, he was expected to take on the mantle and rule on in the place of the only Dad that he had ever known. Unlike the rest of us, Asgore was his one and only father – he never knew anyone else. He took a deep breath and coughed, trying to disrupt the crowd’s chattering and bring their attention on himself. The crowd went quiet. I think we were all curious as to what this would be like. “U- Uh… h-howdy, everyone! U-Unless howdy’s too happy? B-But, umm… we’re all here for…” He took a deep breath, looking a lot more sad now. Chara and Toriel looked at him in concern. “… Dad. He’s gone, but… uh… I’m gonna be King now. And it’s gonna be different, b-but I’ll do my best to help you guys out. J-Just… uh… g-go easy on me, okay? I-I’m new to all of… this…” Chara, who was beside him, smiled softly and squeezed his shaking hand. They then gave him some cards, which he rifled through. “… Thanks, sweetie. Erm… oh! Right! If… if any of you have objects that you know that Dad liked, y-you can leave them behind the altar!” His eyes widened slightly as most of the Underground’s population stood up at once. “Erm… best form a queue or something… yeah…” He stepped out of the way and moved beside his mother who patted him on the shoulder with a small smile. He took the large urn with him too, keeping it away as almost all of the Underground inhabitants walked by. Normally there’s only a small selection of objects that are chosen for this part of the ritual, but I suppose that over three thousand years of existence, Asgore would accumulate a large number of treasured items. I pulled out a small box of chamomile tea – ironically the same one I had gone to fetch him, before… he… Well anyway, I waited until the queue died down a bit before joining the end. Once it was my turn, I placed it down in front of a hand-knitted plushie of him that someone had made. I think I remember him showing it to us and gushing over the craftmanship with a huge grin on his face… “Heeey…” I felt a hug and turned to see Ash kneeling beside me. “Tissue?” She asked with a small, sympathetic smile. “Yes please.” I replied as I dried my eyes. I looked down to see what she had brought with her. An anime figurine. Typical. I looked up again with raised eyebrows. “It’s his favourite character from Flowerful Powerful Rangers.” She explained. “Hanako Sakura.” “Hanako…” I frowned. “Doesn’t that mean flower… child?” “Yep. And Sakura means cherry blossom too.” “Oh my god… that’s so over the top.” Despite ourselves, we both burst out laughing, earning disapproving glances from some nearby people. “Sorry…” I whispered back at them. I looked over to see Peter put down Asgore’s favourite mug from the kitchen. He did it quietly and quickly, without much emotion. Then he immediately headed back to his seat. “We should probably sit down again, we’re holding up the line.” Ash muttered. I gave a small nod and joined her. “Wow, that’s… a lot of items…” Asriel smiled nervously before turning back to the vast hallway full of people. He then paused and stared at the urn in front of him. “Sure hope we’ve got enough…” “Remember to save some for the main garden.” Chara reminded him. “O-Oh, right! Yeah! Of course! If we could put it in another pot so I don’t forget, then…” Chara produced a smaller pot with a smile. “… Oh my god, I love you so much…” They blushed slightly at the compliment. “Get a room.” Aisling muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes. Chara dipped their smaller pot into the urn and stepped back. Asriel stared at the open urn in his hands for a while, frowning thoughtfully. “You know… Dad always told me that this day would come. That there’d be a time when I’d have to rule instead, because he’d be… gone.” He looked at the items behind him, and then back at the crowd. “But… he’s not, is he? He’s still here. Well, I don’t mean HERE here…” He gestured at the urn. “But actually, yeah he is… b-but what I mean is that… he lives on in our memories. As long as we remember him, then he’ll still be around. So, we’ve just got to… remember him and then he’ll be with us for a long time. I know we’re all sad now, but we should all… m-move on… when we can. D-Don’t want to make him sad too, right?” He gave a small laugh and approached the items. He took out handfuls of dust and scattered them over all of the things that were precious to Asgore in his life. “I’ll miss you, Dad…” Asriel said quietly once the urn was empty. Toriel approached him and gave him a hug, which he gratefully reciprocated. She held his hand and brought him before all of us again. “There will be a week of mourning.” She announced. “And then the coronation will happen. King Asgore is dead.” She raised Asriel’s hand. “Long live King Asriel!” “Long live King Asriel!” We all repeated, standing up from our chairs. “Long live King Asriel!” --ASRIEL-- “Long live King Asriel!” The chant sounded out, over and over again, as hundreds – maybe even thousands of people – stared at me, their eyes full of hope for the future. They really were looking to me to rule them, weren’t they? And… they really thought I could! Even though I made a huge mess of this ceremony. It filled me with… Fear. So many people, relying on me to lead them, to tell them what to do. How to live. What’s right and wrong and who should be punished for what. All because I was born. I didn’t want this. I never wanted this. I just wanted my Dad back… “I…” But I couldn’t say any more. I couldn’t do this. They deserved better than me. Before I knew it, I was running out of the room. I kept on running, ignoring the shouts. There were probably people chasing me. I didn’t care. I kept on going. Running and running and running until I found myself under the old tree in the Ruins. The same one Dad tried to save all of those years ago. ----- “Howdy, Dad! Whatcha doing?” I remembered my Dad’s sad face perking up at the sound of my voice. “Howdy to you too, my son.” He walked over and gave me a warm, fluffy hug. “I am tending to this tree, but…” He sighed. “No matter how hard I try, it always immediately sheds any leaves that grow on it. I am starting to wonder if it is worth the effort anymore…” “Hmm…” I remember frowning and crossing my arms. “Well if YOU can’t help it, then maybe, I don’t know, it’s MEANT to be this way?” “You really think so?” He looked back at it. “And thank you for the compliment, but just because I have green thumbs doesn’t mean that I am perfect at gardening.” “Your thumbs are white…” I looked at them in confusion. “A figure of speech, my boy. It means that you are good at gardening.” He gave a small chuckle and messed up the fur on my head. “Ack! Daaad!” I slapped his hand way and rearranged my fur, ignoring his laughter. “Hohoho! Sorry, my son, I couldn’t resist.” He said when he finished, not looking sorry at all. “S’okay.” I muttered. “But I think you’ll figure it out. The tree thing, I mean. You’re the King! You can do anything!” “Being a King, or a father, doesn’t make me perfect.” “Huh?” I stared at him in confusion. He suddenly looked sad. He was doing that thing where he stared off into the distance again. “I have made more than my fair share of mistakes, Asriel. Yes, I have lived longer than you, so I may probably seem… wise, to some extent. But I am nothing without all the people who have helped and supported me. And even then, I have made grave errors. I am partly to blame for Monsterkind being imprisoned under Mount Ebott in the first place.” “What…?” My eyes widened. “… It is a complicated and messy affair. I will explain it to you when you are older.” He looked at the leaves under the trees. “… So, you really think it should stay this way?” “I don’t know, maybe?” “So what should I use the leaves for, then?” “Hmm…” I frowned. “Maybe you can keep them under the tile puzzle? I fell through it and really hurt my butt.” “Noted.” He smiled, looking at them. “They are a nice colour too. Could make good decorations as well.” “And we could use them for leaf fights!” “… What do you mean by leaf fights…?” I grinned and stuffed some leaves down his neck. He laughed and threw some back at me. They got stuck in my fur. “Aww, I’ll get you for that!” The leaf fight lasted for several minutes before both of us, tired, lay under the old tree. “That was a good idea, Asriel. Haven’t played like that in years.” “Aww, you’re welcome, Dad.” I turned to grin at him. He smiled back. “You’re full of smart ideas, my boy.” He picked up more leaves and watched as they slowly fell down again. “You will be a great King someday, of that I am sure.” ----- “I can’t do this…” I whispered, kneeling down on the leaves. The tears were in freefall. I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to. “I can’t… I’m not strong enough…” I curled up in a ball. Please come back. I’m sorry. I feel so alone. So overwhelmed all the time. Please come back. Take this burden away from me. Please Dad. I miss you so much. “Erm… excuse me? Mister?” I jumped at the unfamiliar voice and sat upright. The girl squeaked at the sudden movement and raised her frying pan slightly, before lowering it again when she saw my face. She took a few small steps towards me. She was so… tiny. And her boots were so big. She wore a striped green dress with an apron over the top of it and she had a pink backpack on too. Her skin was pale but covered in even more freckles than Aisling had. It was dirty from the fall and had a few scratches and bruises on it, though she seemed okay for now. Her hair was long, ginger and curly, with twigs and leaves stuck in it. But what stuck out the most were her large green eyes, wide with fear, curiosity and now… concern. “A-Are you okay…?”

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