#wlngdlngs

[plsno-mmd]

I think the funniest thing is that the gif they made is easier a lot better looking than a lot of the content that comes out of the community.

[ancmia-blog]

I heard void kisses. (Ignore this if you want lmao)

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

  ‘ I’M NOT SURE HOW THAT WOULD WORK. ‘

[ancmia-blog]

@wlngdlngs

  ‘ ????? ‘

[lilskeletcnpuns-blog]

“Ha-have we met before?’ the child questioned, pulling his hat down further, cocking his head to the side. He almost asked if they met in a certain place, but no, he kept quiet about that.

( @wlngdlngs )

[thedeterminedchildren-blog]

@wlngdlngs

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

The word repeated itself like a mantra in Frisk’s head, the child stumbling backwards at the sight of the pile of white dust in front of them. This couldn’t be happening, not again, not when they had made it this far. The last thing they remembered was singing along with Shyren’s song, and then they were suddenly met with the realization that she was dead thanks to their own hand.

How many times had Frisk been through this? How many times had they-- no, Chara-- ruined their chance at achieving a happy ending? Did it even really exist? Or was it just some fantasy they had created in their own mind to give theirself the determination to keep going?

Frisk wrapped their arms around theirself as they began to shake. It was torture, feeling the hopelessness eat away at them, whispering softly into their ear to just give up already, while the determination that burned in their heart refused to go out. It was a never-ending war inside of them, just like their never-ending fight with Chara to keep their body in control, just like the never-ending cycle of resets that was nothing but their own fault. Tears began to stream down Frisk’s face, and soon enough they collapsed to their knees, unable to support their weight while they were already dealing with the weight of their own thoughts and emotions.

Why me? Why won’t this just stop?