ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳfᵉˡˡ: ᵃᵘᵗºᵖˡᵃʸ*ﾟ ♥

Love can be given to the loneliest of souls, lost and spiraling into the darkness, the damnation. And yet as I sit here in comfy chair and tall socks I think of those who decline, derail it. Do I do what is right or do what is dishonest, desirable, despicable. I save them and hold them dear, call them darling. Despite demonic, deplorable, demands to be ALONE. I deny, I am deliberate lest I accept DEATH. Although the rabbit hole is deep and the journey demanding, I continue to be devout, defiant, DETERMINED..

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doot doot motherfucker

[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᵐ'ⁿᵃᵗ'ºⁿ ] - (( s͡͠tO͏̀P̛̀ ҉T͏̷H͟I̷S ̧M̛A͢҉D̵N̡Ȩ̡S̢͘S̨̧ ))

[underfxll-blog]

doot doot

[ ✕ :: ºᵘᵗ ºf ᵈᵉᵗᵉʳᵐ'ⁿᵃᵗ'ºⁿ ] - (( WHAt ))

[mcdolans]

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box

HOW

I WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRET

[takemewherethewildthingsare]

SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT ARE YOU

I GOT THIS AND I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

there are over 128,000 notes and i still got one

how

i reblogged this less than 2 minutes ago

how the actual fuck

well

do not question

[too-hilarious]

I want a doot doot

HOW THE FUCK

[diavolo-capra]

And I know it’s just the reminisce.              I’m only feeling hand prints,      Of your past aggression.        I’m just playing with your shadow.

[art]

[underfxll-blog]

Signal Boost

@verybbonely URGENTLY needs donated money in order to stay in a motel due to a bad situation and if the payment isn’t made tomorrow he’ll be kicked out.

I don’t want anything bad to happen. So I ask that if you can, donate to  [email protected] PLEASE. Thus far, 100 of the 365 dollars have been donated.  If you cannot donate, please REBLOG this post.

The possibility that if we all pitch in to help a friend, they can be saved... FILLS YOU WITH DETERMINATION.

[verybbonely-blog]

URGENT SKELE NEWS

💀 : //

THIS IS FINE

Okay so I’m in URGENT need of $365 USD so I can pay the motel tomorrow.

The problem is that I thought the money from my dad cleared when I payed on Tuesday a few days ago but it didn’t and so they’re going to kick me out tomorrow unless I pay ASAP.

I don’t have the money to spare and I’m in a total panic of how I can do this becuase i’m trying to save the donation money for the 8th when im actually SUPPOSED to leave.

I’m in utter panic right now and scared shitless about being kicked out 

Please I need help ASAP so I don’t get removed tomorrow @ 11am.

my donations email is [email protected] as usual

If you cannot donate PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reblog !!

[underfxll-blog]

* E n c o u n t e r : Open

❝ Frisk?❞

❝ ...Yeah?❞

❝ Are you okay..?❞

She chose not to dignify that with a response. Instead pulling her knees (and by extension the flower pot) closer to her chest. Her companion wrapped within her arms and held onto like a teddy bear. Liquid seeped from the corners of her eyes, spreading along the lining of her lower lid until it overflowed. Causing streaks to run down her face, equivalent to rivers flowing down a mountain. Flowey stared at her, paralyzed in astonishment before his face molded into that of pity and confusion.

❝ Frisk...I-I just don’t get you... remember way back when? The time we first met, and I said ‘In this world its kill or BE killed’? You remember right?...W-Well, I don’t mean to upset you but....I meant what I said! All these monsters...they’ve been hurting you. They’ve done nothing but!...A-And for SOME reason, you think that they-...th-they’re worth your time. You’ve got a pure, human soul. But them? They’re not worth the dirt they stand on. S-Sure you’ve helped a couple, but they haven’t returned the favor, have they? This....’sparing’...its HURTING you Frisk...Its KILLING you.. It just ain’t worth it Frisk. I don’t under-❞

However, the plant stopped mid-sentence as they saw the expression changing on the child’s face. Morphing into sorrow and despair, unbearable pain of a tortured soul.

❝ H-Hey Frisk?...❞

❝. . . . .Yeah?. .❞

❝ A-Are you o-okay?❞

        ...

                                  ❝ I   d º n ‘ t  k n o ʷ . . .❞

With a sob escaping past the human’s lips, Flowey laid against her shoulder in comfort. Never desiring to upset the girl, but succeeding in doing so.

Send "I love you!" For my muse reacting to your muse's confession.

[rockinrpmemes]

Child❦, Youth ❀, Adult ❃, Elder✿

Send a symbol to speak to that age of my muse! Attach a specific ask that pertains to my muse’s history, present, or future: be it canon or headcanon! Be as specific as you want and involve other characters in my muse’s life if you’re gutsy enough!

[underfxll-blog]

THIS IS A IM/CHAT CALL

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                                              ıupǝbǝupǝuʇ                    ❤                     sǝɯı-sǝlǝɔʇıʌǝ                       ❤                                                 oɔ-ɟɹıǝuplʎ

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[pulsebreak-deactivated20231007]

                   @underfxll​

             ❝ AIN’T my brother the nastiest                 guy ya ever met ? heh. ya’d                 better be careful. he’ll kill ya                 ‘s soon as he sees ya. and                  next time i aint gonna be there                 to help ya. get it brat ?

(    Sans chortled, skeletal hands disappearing into the      troughs of his coat pockets. Pupils lazily watched      the human child, but intently and closely. He had no      clue what this child was capable of yet, if it was      anything like what monsters could do — then he was      right to be a little cautious. The only reason he was      helping them now was because maybe…    )

[underfxll-blog]

If someone drew a chart for her anxiety, they’d need a couple more sheets of graph paper..

So far, events passed by with each becoming more frightening than the last. Each new character, new person that was introduced to her was exceedingly nasty, cruel and all made her skin feel like ice...or maybe that was the snow..

Holding on firmly to the flower pot, the human reluctantly poked her head out from behind the oddly-built appliance. It was made obvious by her manner that the kid had been through a lot. In only a few hours as well. Firstly, the human had almost been incinerated by Toriel in the ruins. Second, she’d encountered Sans- whom had a really concerning sense of humor. And if all that wasn’t enough? Throw in another bag of bones who wanted to hunt her down like an animal..

Eyes drifting nervously towards the skeleton, the girl finally stepped out from the shadow of the lamp. Voice shaking slightly.

❝ F-Frisk...❞ She corrected his insult. ❝ I....I’ll be okay..❞

If she was honest with herself, the child wasn’t too sure about that..

[failureheld-deactivated20170215]

Cold hands being shoved into his pockets, he casts a nervous look at Frisk as she looked wildly about. It wasn’t hard to tell that something was wrong, aside from whatever had already happened to cause this train wreck of a meeting. He’d ask her what was up, although he found himself remaining quiet, allowing those few heartbeats to pass undisturbed. She starts talking soon, and nervousness morphs into curiosity, which inevitably shifts into dread when –

– she mentioned the flower.

He knew who she meant all too well. His name was not foreign to him, and neither was that vague yet obvious description. Sans didn’t know whether he should be worried or infuriated or something that was neither of the two – after all, he couldn’t say whether or not this Flowey was as manipulative or violent as his. This Frisk wasn’t like that, anyway. So why should he be? It certainly couldn’t be ruled out, his innocent; on the contrary, that didn’t mean Sans was going to stop being suspicious of this.

( Buried deep in his memories, Sans can recall a time where the two had even been friends – where citrine petals were not a burden or a sign of bad luck, and the constricting of thorns and vines and roots were not a problem. It was too distant, however, to pull from those depths, which housed a time that he desperately wanted to revisit. )

* slow down, kid. it’s gonna be fine. * i don’t think i’ve seen him, no. unless you mean an echo flower, which i doubt you do.

An idea crosses his mind; one that makes him mentally cringe. He’s already laying down his proposal before he can actually stop himself and make up an excuse to brush the subject off, regretting each and every word he says on the matter.

* …if you want, i could help you look for the little guy. two heads are better than one, after all – even if i am a numbskull.

[underfxll-blog]

N͚̟ơ̻̠ͅn̩̪̜̲͈̜̬o̡͚̯n̺̖̼̺̗o͕̥͇̻ͅͅn̶̘̳̟͖͓o͙̜̭n̶̜̖̬͔̙̱̘o͉̻

She couldn’t have lost him. Not so easily. Frisk had always kept the plant close to her heart, knowing that he wouldn’t have much use in the face of danger. Flowey could defend himself, yes- but to an extent. The human had tried so hard to ingrain the belief that one did not need harm or at worst- kill to get where they need to go.

Her respiration was frantic for a moment, a shadow of wetness threatening to swell in her eyes. The child’s mind whirled at the possibilities, what if her was injured? Or.. in a condition far more horrid than she’d care to imagine..?

Frisk hadn’t even caught Sans’s reply to her inquiry. It wasn’t truly a question that bid an answer necessary. The human knew that he hadn’t a clue, a ridiculous probe to voice on her part.

It is the addition to his words that catches her off guard, but also straightaway almost soothes her worries. An offer to assist her dilemma. Still, she was distressed at the disappearance of the flora- but at the bare minimum Frisk would have another to aid this issue.

Again, beginning to slow her movements- she gave the skeleton a look that could only be described as (somewhat) delighted shock.

❝ R-Really?...W-Wow....th-thank you.. ❞

Her hands clasped together in comfort. Possibly, Flowey could be found with both of their minds put to the task. Then, her logic returned. More questions than ever rattled at her brain.

❝ You’re n-not ...like Sans...❞ Depending on how much one knew, and how they interpreted the statement- one could decipher the...implications.

[underfxll-blog]

wat is happening to my dashboard..

why can’t we just kink in peace?

[echcist]

( underfxll )

Lonely; that’s the word that would be used to describe this.

So many pass by the flora, who can do nothing but listen and hope they have some sort of advice or phrase to offer. The flowers that it has grown so used to seeing only mimic that of which was last said to them, and it’d found it rather difficult to strike up even a poor attempt of a conversation with any of them without having its own greetings repeated right back. No one to talk to, no one who bothered to pay attention to it – or, maybe, it was just scared of the monsters and what they could do.

But, ah, the creature that Knell had come across did not seem like anything it had known. Or, anything it had seen. Rather than being fearful of any consequences that may occur, however, it was more curious by the girl than anything.

Petals like cyan gossamer begin to spread out, and the flower slowly lowers itself, as if it’s cowering; earth shifting around blue roots slightly while it moves. The recalled words that emanated from the cobalt pistil were gentle, a semi-audible reverberation underlying each vowel.

* don’t go that way – don’t go that way. dead end.

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A murky swamp, the grass sparkling- made of starlight and the shine of all gems. Yellow, blue, cyan glittering shapes of all kinds drift in the cool air. The shimmering water below glows with life that none could describe.

Again, not in her world. Not in the world of her own. But in a place of splendor and miracles. Nothing involving death or bloodshed, the very notions the child had been shackled with.

Stepping onto wooden boards and onward, the surface-dweller observed the plant-life. Blooming with life as their echos fade into the caverns. Their words were repeated from a time long past, monsters of which their footprints have since been erased. 

Among the girl’s exploration, a distorted voice caused her to freeze. One unlike all the others, with tones smoother than butter. This sound came out in varying notes. Warning her of what stands ahead.

Curious, Frisk moved her head only to stop upon one definite Echo flower. Awe seen in her expression.

❝ H....Hello?❞

[ruingainedarchive]

Toriel approached the bed of flowers. She had heard the crunch of leaves & decided to investigate what had caused the sudden sound. Had another human fallen down? That could be the only explanation. As the former queen got closer, she could indeed see that a human child was there amongst the flowers, but they looked a lot like Frisk. It was almost frightening how similar they looked.

“Hello, little one. Are you alright? Can you stand up?”   

[underfxll-blog]

Traveling into the most specific and deepest reaches of her neighboring parallel universe seemed to be a thing for her now. A hobby adopted unintentionally and unwillingly, but continuous. Constantly getting in her path and by extension- causing disarray.

Toriel, or...the duplicate of Toriel was very much divergent to the pyromaniac Frisk had been accustomed to. Kind, mellowness floated about her aura. Her eyes appeared to sparkle, instead of being the horrific yellow that sent shivers down the human’s spine. Even if she had been on good terms with her ‘mom’, this one made a better first impression.

❝ Mmngh.. yeah.. I’m fine..❞  Frisk pushed herself from the patch of verdure.

[underfxll-blog]

THIS IS A IM/CHAT CALL

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Because I enjoy writing replies/starters/asks while talking to people. I’ve decided to make a chat-call banner. Like this post as a mutual, and we can talk about all sorts of junk! :D

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