[warvigilante]

deltarune update? in THIS day and age?

[warvigilante]

I miss my dottir.  child.  gremlin.  big f in chat. 

[battleshell-deactivated20250224]

* [ A piece of paper is crumpled up near that Echoflower. Open it? ]

DEAR

I don’t know your name.

It’s easier to recall faces, feelings, emotions, events - the name is the last thing on my mind. You would think, as a writer, it would be easy to remember names,  but it’s not really like that. When I think about you, it’s difficult. I remember the battles, the blood, the barrier, but not you. My friends remember the labor, laughter, and love, but if I were to ask them, none of us knew you. A few say you don’t exist.

You see, I pride myself on my memory. When people start looking to you to record history, it’s an endless supply to your ego as well. So for me to not remember, not know, to feel like I’m in the dark, when I’m trying to remember just who was that person, just that one single person…? It’s a crushing feeling.

I don’t remember your name, but as a fighter I remember your trials and enemies you fought alongside us. I don’t remember your name, but as a monster I remember your powerful SOUL and your red human bloodstains. Even those memories are all faded, now reduced to brief visions and stifled whispers in my last remaining dreams. Sometimes I believe you’re a figment of my imagination, and maybe you really didn’t exist. Back then, my hatred for humans ran ice cold. I would have never accepted you as one of my ilk. You should have been an intruder, a spy in our forces, and as I think about it I doubt that I would have ever looked upon you truly fondly, but… These memories have the feeling of a friend.

In my dreams, I see your hands. They’re firmly holding your weapon, knuckles white against the dusky sky. You’re standing in a field where my comrades have fallen and I am barely able to stay awake. You pointed your sword towards another human. I also remember someone else at your side, with monsters I’ve never seen, dust on his

How come I can’t seem to remember his name either? Skin bone blind heat magic fire

Do I forget your name because I never asked, or never cared? If I didn’t care, why does your memory scare me? Why was there another person there? Who was with you? Why help us? What happened to you? Who were you?

What’s worse, being forgotten, or not existing?

That child reminds me of you. A kind spirit that sacrificed and gave up so much for us. For what reason? I have so many questions I’ll never get the answers to. That’s the thing about old age, you have so much time to think until you don’t.

I wonder sometimes that child you? Or, a part of you? I can’t imagine the weight of responsibility placed on that child’s shoulders.

I should thank you, properly thank you for helping us fight. But how can I properly thank someone I don’t know? Besides, the last thing I expect to do is thank another human.

Who knows!

I believe you existed. Maybe you died in the war. Maybe you were just actually a monster that I mistook for my foe. There’s far too many years between to really prove it, but… still. Somedays, people ask me about the past. I don’t mind it, but when I’m done with my tales it feels like I’m wearing my guilt on my sleeves like a badge, a shiny trinket to go along with the story so that it’s interesting. Some days, I ignore it. Other days, I write to my fallen comrades.

All of them have a name, you know. I try my best to remember every single one of them. Writer or not, I am a tortoise. We live long, and we have excellent memory. I write to them so their names forever remain in my pages, never to be forgotten by anyone again.

I don’t know your name, human. Again, I am truly sorry.

There are only so many happy memories I have with humans, and I am grateful to have yours. It has led me to fight for my friends when I needed it, and now remains as a relic to prove that monsters could always exist with humans. I can only guess the better, fonder times you have shared with others, and I bet they also feel the same appreciation and humbling warmth that you brought to them. Your memory endures on; the burning core of your soul lingers. The kindness that your memories bring is something I’m thankful for. It’s a little sign of hope.

Thank you, human.

                           You are dearly remembered,                                                   Gerson Boom

[warvigilante]

logs on here just to say that Rider from Centaurworld is the biggest Fortune vibe, right down to the design. 

[warvigilante]

trivia that fortune is in fact very much incorporeal, even if they do not always look it.  if you can touch them, it is because they let you.  do with that what you will. 

[warvigilante]

BRAVEFISTS  /  ALWAYS BE BRAVE .

“ Gotcha !! ” there’s no malicious intent as hands come to wrap  from behind, only playfulness from the adolescent. Laughter  would soon follow as he would come to assume his success in  startling the other. “ Pretty sneaky, eh ? I bet I scared ya ! ”

@warvigilante​​ got a starter !

         and  were  dearest  vigilante  any  less  of  a  playful  soul  themselves,  perhaps  they  would  tell  him  how  difficult  it  is  to  sneak  up  on  someone  who  has  relied  on  and  thus  honed  their  hearing  for  a  greater  part  of  their  existence.   the  physical  contact,  however,  does  incite  a  genuine  jolt  of  their  form  and  the  immediate  exhale  of  an  amused  huff.

       ❝ Oh  no, ❞    thus  come  exaggerated  dramatics  with  drawn — out  vowels,  caring  not  to  hide  the  grin  ‘pon  freckled  visage.    ❝  Whatever  will  I  do  ?  ❞    queue  their  balance  confidently  thrown  backwards  into  fellow  adolescent  and  knees  going  slack,  effectively  becoming  naught  but  ragdoll  in  his  grip  —  fortune  has  no  qualms  with  toppling  over,  does  he ?

[warvigilante]

every day I think about how Fortune’s mother was a witch and that they have the potential to use active magic — as opposed to merely a sixth sense — but no one ever taught them because no one knows, so it’s just largely wasted.  they used to teach themselves runic inscriptions, which is why their sword has them, but it’s something they’ve mostly abandoned after their sight was lost.  they can read them as you would braille, depending on the material, as well as recognize some runes by mere proximity to their magic, but inscribing them blindly is a step up they haven’t bothered to practice much because at the time they got frustrated too quickly and lacked the patience until it became nothing but another piece of a childhood they chose to move on from.

[warvigilante]

Might go into more depth at some point, but Fortune is most comfortable in environments of either a level volume or with a very distinct soundscape, where their echolocation can focus on mapping out the landscape while still picking up on distinct noises and characteristics associated with them, such as the weight of someone’s footsteps or the distance of the next corner. Where they can pick apart and sort out everything around them.

Loud places, or more specifically those with overlapping noise, make it difficult for them to differentiate and concentrate, either disorientating them or causing the equivalent of tunnel vision, trying to navigate their surroundings but being nearly oblivious to anything beyond their immediate space. Quiet yet potentially crucial noises get easily drowned out, and just the idea of that makes them incredibly uncomfortable.

In contrast, their comfort in quiet places largely depends on whether it is merely silence between friends or a distinct lack of life. Empty spaces make them nervous because they are a very social creature, always have been. Regardless of their blindness, Fortune does not feel well by themselves and will gravitate towards any form of life, especially around Monsters and after their death. Unfamiliar spaces in particular make them nervous because they are not as confident in navigating them. 

This is why in verses like Deltarune and the surface they frequent calm, enclosed spaces such as the Cafe or Grillby’s. Although they both may get loud, particularly the latter, it is a perfectly familiar and trusted environment and being so attuned to Monsters and their essences makes it easy for Fortune to map out where everyone is. They may also simply step into the next building they can find if they get too overwhelmed. 

All in all, Fortune has an impressive sense of hearing and can pick out all sorts of details and characteristics, but sometimes it is more enemy than friend and causes them a great deal of stress to the point where one might consider it a sensory overload. Usually they will remove themselves from the situation when possible but may also simply shut down for a moment. 

[warvigilante]

HOW IS YOUR SOUL PERCEIVED?

THE KINDRED SPIRIT.  your  soul  is  like  a  mirror  for  others  to  find  their  own  beauty.  you  see  the  best  in  people  and  you  strive  to  bring  it  out  in  them.  you  draw  all  sorts  of  people  to  yourself  and  you  make  them  feel  seen.  but  who  sees  you?  you  try  so  hard  to  take  care  of  everyone  else,  watering  everyone  else's  garden  until  there's  nothing  left  for  your  own  flowers.  when  will  you  fight  for  your  own  heart  as  strongly  as  you  try  to  nurture  others?

TAGGED BY: @ruinsache​​  /  thank you !!​ ❤ TAGGING: not sure who hasn’t done it yet, so feel free steal it !! 

[museofbirds]

the darkness got a hold on me.

[blackcatrph]

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters pt. one ☜☜

“  i’ve polished this anger and now it’s a knife.  ” 

“  i’m fine, i’ve had worse.  ”

“  death too must be earned.  ”

“  how do you destroy a monster without becoming one ?  ”

“  am i a bad person ?  ”

“  family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.  ” 

“  are you flirting or starting a fight ?  ”

“  i’ll survive, somehow i always do.  ”

“  um.. that’s my emotional support knife collection.  ”

“  tell me; would you kill to save a life ?  ”

“  i am someone who did not die when they should of.  ”

“  i’ve never been good at emotional stuff. except anger. i’m good at anger.  ”

“  you can’t protect everyone !  ”

“  i have to try.  ”

“  turn the pain into power.  ” 

“  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ”

“  are monster born or created ?  ”

“  chin up kid, they’d kill to see you fall.  ”

“  if he puts his hands on you, cut them off.  ”

“  i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me.  ”

“  don’t play games with me. don’t ever think you’re capable of that.  ”

“  the question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.  ”

“  something had made your eyes go cold.  ”

“  you haven’t even seen my bad side yet.  ”

“  everybody knows that i’m a mess.  ”

“  i’m sorry i let you down.  ”

“  well, if it isn’t the feeling i was trying to avoid.  ”

“  you are not your father.  ”

“  even on your bad days, be kind.  ”

“  you don’t want me and i need to accept that.  ”

“  stay gentle. everyone is at war.  ”

“  the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths.  ”

“  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness ?  ”

“  always be a little kinder than necessary.  ”

“  kind words cost nothing.  ”

“  i am being perfectly fucking civil.  ”

“  we’ll never be those kids again.  ”

“  i’m the original family disappointment.  ”

“  if karma doesn’t hit you, i fucking will.  ”

“  if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk.  ”

“  you can talk to me, or not talk to me, but i’m here.  ”

“  guess you’ll just have to fight me.  ”

“  i never asked to be like this.  ”

“  wow.  you’re a dick.  ”

[warvigilante]

rests his elbow on their head and yaaawns, leaning on them a bit obnoxious and fully intentionally. they remind him of when papyrus was younger, though certainly they're a lot more quiet. " oh no, gravity is ... increasing on me ! "

        and  to  their  credit,  dear  specter  would  have  kept  quiet  even  while  serving  as  makeshift  rest  for  skeleton’s  arm.   a  familiar  notion  of  which  they  have  been  the  victim  as  much  as  they  were  the  perpetrator.   but  they  are  nay  fool.   his  weight  ‘pon  their  being  increases  and  immediately  do  reflexes  take  over  as  stance  widens  and  form  tenses,  hands  burying  into  the  fabrics  of  new  companion’s  thick  winter  coat  to  hold  fast  in  defiance  against  what  they  know  will  soon  see  them  crushed.  

(  it  begins  to  cloud  your  senses  and  for  but  a  heartbeat’s  worth  —  one  you  no  longer  possess  —  you  remember.  suffocating  dread  ceases  your  spine,  your  lungs  and  your  mind.  a  darkness  more  stifling  than  your  own,  pressing  down  upon  your  body  as  much  as  your  SOUL,  wrestling  away  control.  you  remember —  )  

    — his  voice.   he  speaks  and  quickly  receives  a  scoff  in  return,  though  its  scorn  is  merely  play,  fractions  of  mirth  woven  throughout.  ❝  ANEMONE ! ❞  a  scolding  shout  that  quickly  bleeds  into  near  childish  whine  as  knees  begin  to  buckle  and  their  upper  body  twists  to  accommodate  the  increasing  weight.   ‘neath  exhaled  breath  comes  a  curse  (  nightshade !  )  and  at  any  other  time,  they  would  be  delighted  to  get  a  better  sense  of  the  monster  they  travel  beside,  to  be  given  more  than  what  silhouette  and  presence  their  hearing  paints.  

         BUT NOT LIKE THIS !    ❝ That’s  not  how  gravity— ❞    breath  catches  and  undignified  yelp  escapes  their  throat  as  said  gravity  finally  wins  the  battle  and  sends  them  both  crashing  to  the  cold,  hard  floor.    ❝ —works. ❞    wheezing  more  than  anything,  this  knight  knows  when  it  is  time  to  surrender.   thus,  sprawled  out  as  best  they  can  beneath  such  cruel  adversary’s  weight,  fortune  offers  another  huff.    ❝ Gods,  you’re  terrible, ❞    exasperated  with  strained  voice  raised,  like  slighted  teen  they  stick  out  their  tongue  at  him.  yet  the  light — hearted  and  unabashed  laughter  that  follows  tells  another  story.

[warvigilante]

shoutout to all the characters miraculously shorter than fortune.  they will pick you up & spin around during a hug, this is your only warning. 

[warvigilante]

         though  rare  the  occasion,  there  comes  a  time  where  even  a  vigilante  so  composed  begins  to  feel  the  edges  of  their  poncho  with  nay  reason  but  to  occupy  their  hands  as  a  mind  races,  fingers  brushing  over  a  fabric  worn  from  age  and  conflict  alike.   one  might  even  ponder  them  to  be  sheepish.   a  strange  sensation,  to  be  so  without  confidence  in  the  face  of  one  who  offers  only  kindness.   but  when  her  majesty  speaks  of  another  chance  to  live  the  way  they  would  like  to  and  furry  paws  encase  their  hand,  something  inside  of  them  aches.  

         ❝  Perhaps  if — ❞    pause.   thoughts  are  collected  and  a  posture  slumped  finally  rights  itself,  head  held  high  with  a  smile  that  tells  of  how  much  they  are  trying.   an  old  habit  fills  their  lungs  with  a  breath  they  do  no  longer  need  and  free  hand  gently  lies  ‘pon  that  of  matriarch  dreemurr.    ❝  It  has  been  a  while, ❞    an  understatement,  they  suspect,  spoken  with  a  subtle  huff  of  laughter.    ❝  Perhaps  Her  Majesty  would  deign  to  show  me  around ?  Refresh  my  memory  and  paint  a  new  picture. ❞

@ruinsache​​​ |  STARTER CALL  /  ACCEPTING .

[warvigilante]

Nothing  lasts,  everything  fades,  and  every  day  you  are  picking  a  pigment  to  place  on  the  canvas  life  paints.   SO WHY CHOOSE GREY?   In  the  gallery  of  your  time  you  cannot  always  choose  the  pictures,  but  you  can  choose  how  they  are  depicted  and  they  will  always  be  hung  in  your  frame  of  mind,  so  smile.   But  it’s  okay  to  be  sad.   Blue  is  in  the  rainbow  for  a  reason,  and  it  has  some  of  the  shortest  wave — lengths  because  there’s  never  enough  time  to  say  goodbye.  /  est. 2015, by kasz !

[warvigilante]

me downloading deltarune & undertale after literal years.  here we go again. 

[warvigilante]

what message does your guardian angel have for you?

The people who have hurt you do not think of it.  Follow their example.

PEOPLE HURT YOU.  I  know  this,  and  you  do  too.   Here  is  an  uncomfortable  reality:  you  have  hurt  people  too.   If  you  think  you  have  not  then  you're  being  deluded,  it's  ok.   I  understand.   It  is  human  nature  to  be  hurt  and  hurt.   It  isn't  fair  and  often  it  is  accidental,  but  which  do  you  think  about  more ?   You  think  of  being  hurt  more.   The  ones  who  hurt  you  probably  think  little  about  it,  or  forgot  that  they  ever  did  it  at  all.   Why  must  you  keep  their  memory  alive ?   Pain  is  a  fire  fueled  by  thought,  and  here  you  are,  chopping  up  furniture  to  keep  it  ablaze.   Pain  is  useful,  yes,  sure.   That's  very  John  Green  of  you  to  say,  it's  very  easy  to  paint  our  pain  as  necessary  for  beautifully  tragic  things  so  that  we  have  an  excuse  to  not  shed  ourselves  of  it,  to  make  ourselves  less  interesting.  

You  are  better  than  the  pain,  you  are  worth  more  than  the  memories  you  rot  yourself  with.   Learn  to  move  on,  learn  to  forget,  learn  to  build  yourself  so  high  that  the  long  reach  of  the  devil  can't  claw  you  back  down.   I  will  be  here  for  all  of  it,  I  will  always  be  here,  helping  where  I  can.   I  believe  in  you  in  all  the  times  that  you  do  not.

tagged :  @staydetermined​  ! <3 tagging :  unsure who’s done it yet.  feel free to steal !