#warvigilante

[bravefists]

‘  not to be too controversial but i like it when people are nice   ’

EVEN MORE POPULAR TEXT POSTS STARTERS: with @warvigilante

“ Me too !! ” adolescent seems overjoyed to hear this !! niceness is the best;  niceness rocks ! why wouldn’t he be pumped about it ? “ We have so much in  common, isn’t that fortunate ? ” cue the smirk and sly look. He knows what he  did; he couldn’t help himself.

[kxndncss]

cautious yet far from hesitant, dearest vigilante grasps ruby scarf of beloved friend and promptly pulls the tall monster closer to their level, only to wrap both arms around his neck in an embrace.

          He’d thought to move forward, GASTER always sought progress. He thought to chase the dying sunlight until all but the tug of gravity stalled him, reminding him of the ever present, of stale smoke and scorched earth. There was no sadness to be found in stirring the earth once more, as his friend reminded him with their presence, and with the weight of their fragile need. The young skeleton relaxed in fractions, and drew his thin hands to meet at their back, anchoring them both to the constant, wearying passing of time.       

 “It will be okay.”

He murmured softly, and his tongue echoed the warble of his nature, static so very few could discern.

             “We must keep moving.”

[devoutbrother]

" I know as much about myself as my mind can work out under its current conditions. And its current conditions are not good. ”

💊  ❀ ✿ ❦  .  THE MEME THAT MADE MY INBOX EXPLODE  | not accepting!

               There was a long stare toward the other. A sort of melancholy gaze that slowly morphed into a drifting glance. His thoughts were lost among the many, many wandering ponderings of similar nature. He too, had a similar mindset. And it didn’t help in the slightest that Joy held the past back. Crushed memories left and right. It took him so long to realize what he had done, and what world he lived in. And he could hardly handle that blind ignorance to begin with. Not when his eye had opened, and the sparkles of honesty were enlightening him.

               Limbs cross over one another. A symbiotic relationship together. They rest with one another, as they lean against the perch of his scrawny chest. His darker glance is now eyeing the ground. It jumped amidst the earth, trying to find some form of response. Arthur felt extremely empathetic. Almost exactly the same. Brain was still boggled about everything. Part of him believes that he’ll never heal from the experience. From the remorse that hangs heavy, like a noose, amidst his neck.

               “   Yeah... I can relate to that. After taking nearly two decades worth of Joy and lying to myself. It really does bugger your brain, doesn’t it? Doubt and fear. Emotions left, right, and center! And when it’s that bad... what can you do, then?   “     cue a quiet, desolate huff. His eyes finally lift. Arthur glances at the other before looking past them. The space was a sweet, sweet home. A void to lose himself into when life weighed him down so heavily.     “   Just hope and wish for something better? If only... but the world doesn’t work like that, does it?   “

[tibiahoncst]

✍ KICKS UP M'LEGGY REAL HIGH. only if you want, that is.

Send “✍” And I’ll draw your muse || always accepting

FRIGGIN COURSE I WANT TO !!! Lovely fortune<3

[bravefists]

[hug] + spins him around !! <3 height difference be damned.

FRIENDSHIP PROMPS // with @warvigilante

“ Woah - hey !! ” he’s surprised at first ( mostly ‘cause he didn’t think  they’d be able to lift him from the ground ) y’know, since they’re shorter  than him and all. Well, that’ll teach him to underestimate a shortie !! Hands  settle on their shoulder’s as he finds himself being spun around, laughter  tumbling from lips despite oncoming dizziness.

“ Pfft - haha ! Alright already !! “ though he may protest it’s clear he’s having  the time of his life ! “ Jeez, you’re strong ! ” it almost sounds like he’s admiring  them. Doesn’t even care that he’s still in their embrace, even as the spinning  ceases. “ If you aren’t careful I’m gonna have you carry me around everywhere  since you’re already so good at picking me up. ”

[kxndncss]

warvigilante replied to your post: “› I won't let them break you down to dust. I know that there's a place...”:

clutches my weak heart. CEASE AND DESIST

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[soulrefused]

✱    you  ask  them  if  they  ever  get  tired.  

the  question  was  simplistic  in  its  essence,    and  your  stoic  tone  betrays  the  exhaustion  that  burdened  your  throat.    sick  with  worry,    unrested  by  possibility  -  somewhere  you  had  to  give.    somehow,    you  knew  you  wouldn’t.    you  couldn’t  afford  to.    you  knew  better  than  anyone  else  that:    the  heart's  a  heavy  burden.  

✱    you  tell  them  that  you’ve  been  tired  for  a  while.   ✱    you  don’t  want  to  explain  why.    it  was  indescribable.  

ACT :  write a starter for @warvigilante​ .

[dremrr]

@warvigilante​ ♡ “ never let them take your heart. ”

     TO ANYONE ELSE, such a statement would be empowering, uplifting; yes, your heart is yours & yours alone, no matter who tries to change or control you. yet to kris, it’s something that makes their blood run cold -- ( how many years has it been since their heart has been their own? how long have they been living as a puppet commanded by strings? ) beneath unkempt bangs that just barely hide red orbs is a gaze that’s somehow both empty & overflowing with emotions at once, lifting ever so slightly to meet fortune’s. this person can’t know, they can’t possibly know, & kris, internally, doesn’t fault them for the anxiety that makes their throat tighten with each passing moment. instead, they take a moment to shove their hands into their pants pockets, gaze rapidly shifting to the side.

     ❝     ... i guess.     ❞ the usual ‘ angsty teen ’ persona is immediately drawn upon as they manage to utter a response -- they’ll cry otherwise, they know, & the last thing they need is for a rumor of them being a crybaby to spread around. somewhere, subconsciously, they feel that disgusting heart of theirs stir. ❝     did my mom send you to cheer me up? sorry. she likes to do that.     ❞