#yourbestfricnd

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I TAKE OFF MY HANDS AND I GIVE THEM TO YOU / BUT YOU DONT WANT THEM : so i take them back and put them on the wrong way , the wrong wrists .  tonight you’re thinking of cities under crowns of snow and i stare at you like i’m looking through a window , counting birds . draw a circle with a piece of chalk . imagine standing in a cone of light . imagine surrender . imagine being useless. / art cred / poem

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“It --- It might take me a ------- a while, b - but I promise that I’ll find a way to --- to save you.”  They don’t know how, but the words are true.  As bright as their boundless love.  THEY WON’T REST UNTIL HE GETS A HAPPY ENDING, TOO.  “D - Don’t give up hope, okay?”

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im getting real emotional over frisk and asriel and being best friends and frisk sacrificing part of their soul to save him and never once regretting it and just.  frisk loves asriel so much and knows that he’s hurt so deeply, and they love him!!  frisk and asriel holding hands or sharing a bed when the nightmares get bad!  frisk loving asriel without hesitation, eager and loving and elated, wanting to be with him and play with him and care for him.  asriel learning that that’s okay, that as much as other’s may hesitate with him that frisk never will.

and through frisk, chara!!  chara getting a chance at redemption, chara loving asriel, chara apologizing to asriel, SO SORRY FOR ALL THE SUFFERING THEY CAUSED HIM.  frisk as a conduit to better chara, so that chara and asriel can have the healthy relationship they should have had before!!

JUST.  FRISK AND ASRIEL MAN!

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“you deserve more.”

soft angst.  /  accepting.  /  @yourbestfricnd

Their chest hurts at the sound —— he has a body now, a soul (  a gift.  they never needed more than half.  with chara still within them, two minds straining half a soul — it hurts, but it’s better than him being alone  ) and a family and a future.  But he is haunted by the same sort of guilt as them.  They think of Toriel and Papyrus and despise themselves, in fits and spurts. They can only imagine how much worse it is for him.

So they reach for him, little hands grasping his paws and squeezing tight.  He broke them once — an aspect of him is to blame for most of the broken bits of their body.  They still remember the deaths, much as they wish they could forget — vines through chest and throat and eyes and hips.  Fire enveloping them.  Blood on the ground in their body out of their body.  They dream of it, when the nights get bad.  And yet they reach for him as easily as anything.  Like they’ve never been hurt, and he never hurt them.

It wasn’t him, anyway.  It wasn’t him.  Even if it had been, they would still forgive.

“Well, I th - think you’re pretty great, s - so —— I guess I st - still lucked out, huh?”  Their damaged throat hurts; the words catch.  They swallow as they shift closer, tugging him into a hug.  Like the first one, after everything, hands pressing against his back.  When they speak again, it hurts less.  “You’re my f - friend, Asriel.  I love you.  You m - make me HAPPY.”

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❤️ (and +1 because I love u ❤️)

send a ❤️for some love!  /  accepting.  /  @yourbestfricnd

in the same way that frisk would do anything to asriel, so would i do anything for oracle!  i love you on all ur blogs; u have this knack for really lovely, tender characters that i’ve yet to master on my own, and i admire it a whole lot!  i’m so happy you joined this hell fandom with me, and i hope we get to continue writing together, because whenever we do i’m inspired and driven to get better!  you’re an inspiration!