#stellamris

[rahorak-a]

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@preyseek:   🏆 x ∞

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@a-child-turned-monstrosity​​:  🏆

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@regina-tenebris​​:  🏆🏆🏆 ! ! ! >//v//

@voidhunting:  🏆

OMG  THANK  YOU!!  I  love  you  guys!!  ❤

Blink  if  u  like  my  portrayal    /  /    Accepting.

[aetherdreamt]

@stellamris​ ; SANS

“Excuse ma grossièreté if this seems... intrusive by any means, but you seem like a sad fellow. You don’t mind the company do you, monsieur?”

[devilglow]

stinky ://

Wow punch the dead person at their funeral some more why don’t you

[ofmegalovania]

give or get sans hugs. --

@stellamris​ said: " come here. " // frisk.

            it hurt. everything hurt. he’d woken up feeling awful. his day had been absolutely terrible. he really just wanted to find a nice dark corner of his room and curl up in it, wrapping his arms around himself and hiding away from the world. the nightmares had been getting worse and sometimes he barely knew dream from reality.             it was like a fever. a fever he couldn’t recover from on his own.             he had wanted to cry more then once. but he always held himself back from doing that. he never liked crying. especially in front of people. he could be a bit of an ugly crier given some circumstances. and he was a bit jumpy.

            he had jolted a bit in surprise when Frisk had first appeared in front of him. he even might have looked just a little bit fearful for a brief moment before he came back to himself and realized who he was looking at. it was Frisk. Frisk was his friend. Frisk wasn’t like that... like what he saw in his nightmares.                         right?             man, he must be a lot more stressed out then he thought. he sighed, a shaky sigh, and practically and almost immediately slumped when small arms moved to wrap around him in a hug. his first instinct to fight was quickly replaced with the need for some small comfort from this day. and that was just what he was going to accept.                         he let Frisk hug him.

[feyquil]

how do u feel abt my rakan?

I FEEL LIKE I’M GETTING REPETITIVE SO I JUST WANNA TELL ALL OF YOU......THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU SM!!

[clawleader-a]

@stellamris​​:  ​❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞ // ezreal.

To  spite  the  other  on  his  words,  Sejuani  continues  in  a  louder  tone.  ❛   So  why  are  you  here  again?  What  ——   ❜   The  Warmother  sighs,  causing  the  fur  around  her  shoulders  to  move  accordingly.  She’d  nearly  decked  him  earlier,  when  he’d  first  started  this  strange  behavior.   ❛   Are  you  quite  done  yet?   ❜   She  grumbles.

The  five  senses    /  /    Not  accepting.

[mrfunnybone]

secrets.

|| @stellamris​ || Frisk || Starter || 

— 

    “whatcha doin’ here, kid?” 

    Sans eyed them, standing in front of a door that was clearly marked Do Not Enter. He slipped the hand that had been resting on the doorknob into his pocket and casually shifted toward them. The relaxed grin on his bony features suggested that nothing was wrong, even as he glanced Frisk up and down. 

    “ain’t you and undyne supposed to be havin’ a cooking lesson or somethin’?” 

[wanderersinger]

@stellamris

THE  PATH  LEADING  TO  SHURIMA  IS  AN  OLD  ONE,  mapped  and  remapped  over  and  over  again  in  search  of  something  not  described  in  ancient  legends  /  he’d  find  himself  in  such  ‘ adventures ’  sometimes,  crossing  the  desert  once  more  and  expecting  to  find  ANYTHING  that’d  tell  him  what really  happened.  it’s  been  too  long  already,  too  many  years  and  countless  explorings  and  discoveries  that  made  his  name  shine  BRIGHT  and  they’d  have  noticed  /  they  would’ve returned.

(  or  maybe  they  just  didn’t  want  a  kid  like  him.  his  uncle  certainly  didn’t.  )

❝  time  and  place,  ezreal.  time  and  place.  ❞  a  soft  sigh,  another  quick  entry  to  his  journal  before  it’d  get  too  dark  to  see.  there’s  no  good  in  dwelling  in  such  dark  thoughts  anyway.  it’s  always  been  HOPE  ( and  a  tidy  bit  of  too  dangerous  curiosity )  that  took  him  into  the  deepest  caves  and  temples  and  forests,  into  finding  treasures  claimed  LOST  by  everyone  else.

if  he  could  find  all  of  those  legendary  artifacts,  he’d  stumble  on  them  at  some  point.  all  he  needs  is  just  a  little  more  patience  /  not  that  he  ever  knew  what  being  patient  truly  meant.

Lost. She was lost.

Not in a physical way. More like emotionally. As much as the teenager tries to prove otherwise, she can't tell how she is feeling about all this mess. But, what mess?

Leaving her tribe, her family, her home, to a carefree, and reckless adventure with no final destination planned?

Hell yeah, that is a mess.

But deep down, she is loving it. Letting aside her disciplined and restrained attitude feels like a relief to the "Lunari". Devoting herself to a cause which is hers. Refusing and changing her fate...

The sixteen year old lets out a small but still sincere laugh at her thoughts. But still, it feels like forever since she heard it; the Moon, how she likes to call this voice. The small whispers caressing and messing with her senses everytime that she sang for her. But, the more steps she took, the less she could communicate with it.

According to her notes, one year and a half passed since she left Mount Targon and roved in Shurima. So the ex-apprentice stops for a few instants, admiring the dusk sky and its mandala of beautiful, cold colors.

And she starts to sing.

"Devri asi mia dimeti

L'amla de l'amla mia

De l'amla mia..."

Maybe someone might listen to her, try to put her in danger, even kill her, but she can't care less.

She just wants to hear a sign.