#turntailed

[slicinghood]

"Red? Would you sit and have tea with me? It's been a little lonely by myself, and I have some really nice fruit blends this time."

“Sure! Some tea would be nice. T-thank you for the offer.”*Red had to hold her tongue to not call him “Mr. Dreemurr”,as she was used to doing when speaking to his father. *No matter how many years passed,she would always be awkward around royalty.“And uh...do those taste like the fruit from the surface? Because I don’t think I ever had any...well,apart from water sausages,but I’m not sure those even count.”

[anthrcphcbia-blog]

He was sneaking into the room in a cardboard box. A giggling cardboard box.

It wasn’t like he was doing anything important, just playing with a piece of human technology he found with a few games in it. The monster could overhear the child’s lighthearted giggling and the sliding of cardboard on the floor even through the digital sounds of the device, but he was too focused on not losing to act.

That, and he was secretly curious to see what the other was planning.

[chosemercy-a-blog]

           ✱ @turntailed approaches !

         ❝ Did you have parties like this at the castle ?          I bet they would have been enormous ! ❞

[fragment-moved]

@chosemercy

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[chara-on-good-days-blog]

💤

Chara glanced over at Asriel as his head slumped onto their shoulder. Heh. Typical Asriel. It was probably way past time to go home, and Toriel and Asgore would be getting worried. But it was so relaxing in the underground river near Waterfall, with the soft blue light of the water and the echo flowers. Chara carefully packed away their crayons so they wouldn’t wake him up and leaned more steadily against the stone wall. They weren’t tired yet. But Asriel could nap on them all night, for all they cared.

Today had been a good day.

[chara-on-good-days-blog]

“Dear Diary”

Bad day today. Felt like someone stuck a pin in the back of my brain, except the pin’s just the feeling of hating everything and everyone. I don’t feel like that often. But sometimes it just takes little things. Like dropping my fork at breakfast.

I could never hate Asriel, though. He’s unhateable. He tries to make me feel better, and sometimes it’s bad enough that it won’t work, but he tries anyway. He does it because he cares. Not because he wants something from me. I don’t even get that feeling from Mom and Dad.

We understand each other. Sometimes I think we’re the only ones who do.

....It’s kinda scary.

But in a good way.