I don’t believe that Chara is really an “evil” person so I tried creating a comic for those who went True Pacifist and never did a True Reset or Genocide. I really want to save Chara ;w;
WRITERS : brutum-fulmen & maricaripan
ART by : maricaripan
SPECIAL THANKS : @writemeupastorm (brutum-fulmen)
^^^ SHE HELPED OUT SO MUCH OMG CHECK HER OUT (I was having a bad time especially with the dialogue huhuhu and then she offered to help. Bless her awesome soul! ;w;)
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The guilt comes immediately, as they’d known it would. As it always does. “—— Just wait a little longer, o - okay? I promise, it’ll — I’ll fix it.”
he scoffs , the sound of DISGUST SPLATTERING from his mouth . ❛ oh yeah ?? can you really PROMISE that ?? just give me a HUMAN SOUL . most of them don’t need it anyway . ❜
howdy! so, as some of you may know, i’m currently going through a lot of problems irl. along with losing my job a couple of months ago, i’ve been forced to move back into a town i didn’t want to ever see again while dealing with my transphobic grandma and unsupportive mother. as much i’d love to (and my mental health would be grateful af for that), i have no financial support to move to my own place. now she’s pushing a lot of bills that were supposed to be ours into my shoulders only. i won’t take much of your time with all this familiar drama, okay.
tl;dr: i’m broke and i’m opening writing commissions.
hey guys i know i was just on here asking for money n help n shit like a week ago, and thanks to a lot of good people i got outta the hole!! but now my family, rather than just me, is once again In Fuck. long story short: my grandma’s in bad condition in a nursing home, and has been for a long time. my mom usually covers everything because it’s a woman’s job to take care of people, basically, and her brothers ( including the rich one ) largely refuse to help. mom was banking on them finally making good on some money they owe her to cover bills and other incoming stuff, but they’ve fallen through, so the fam’s in a bad space. mom’s basically cleaned out my savings to pay shit, which i don’t mind as she says she’ll pay me back, but even what i had in there to begin with won’t cover what we need rn, and on the not insubstantial chance she can’t pay all or most of it back, i’m in dire straits, too. in august i’m moving to denver for mission work, where i’ll be making very little money, so i’m trying to save whatever i can rn. which is. not going great.
anyway, if you wanna help a gay ( and a gay’s family ) during pride month, please feel free to shoot some money to my paypal.me. as much as i can will just go straight to my mom, and whatever else is there i’ll try to save. if you can’t afford to, please don’t donate! i don’t want anyone going into dire straits cos of me. but if you can, every little bit helps.!!
"You d - do NOT deserve to suffer, Asriel!" They can't BELIEVE they have to say this!
there. there it is, the tipping point, the LAST STRAW: asriel feels it seep into his hairline cracks, feels the naivety bring forth pain, which brings FORTH ANGER – spasming / uncontrolled in the sharp clang of his fangs. forgiveness he does not deserve, how do they not know it is a burden? how do they not know that it is SOFTNESS that brings him to his knees, not pain?
their disbelief like a knife in his side, THEIR SHOUT like a hand that forces his whole body to shudder; they always FORGIVE, even when they do not understand.
so kind, asriel’s friend frisk is, so ready to GIVE IT ALL UP just to see him alive; alive, they must think, with a smile – but even alive, EVEN WHOLE, asriel is scars that wounded too deep, is a broken soul in a body too young, is flame that ate up THE WORLD until only ash was left behind.
frisk could forgive anyone. could forgive the hands that RENDERED THEM LIFELESS, smeared them with red, over and over again, could forgive the mocking laughter, the biting, cutting words, but had they FORGIVEN THEMSELVES in the way he could not? could they still remember the dust that spread along their fingers when they killed someone the first time?
theirs was an accident. his was not. HIS KILLS, HIS ENJOYMENT, were no accident. but it wasn’t you, and, no one remembers, is no consolation. it was true, HE HAD NO SOUL. it was true, he could feel nothing. but he shouldn’t have killed to see if he could. he shouldn’t have become TWISTED AND CRUEL, should’ve have tried to see if even the parents that loved him would still cry for a murderer. but he did. he did until no amount of begging could stop him, only death. and then HE LIVED: but for what?
so asriel smiles. a half-baked, NO-GOOD SMILE, as he takes frisk’s hand in his, his words swallowing him up.
❛ i’m sorry, frisk. ❜ he says, small drops along a golden field of flowers. ❛ this time, i don’t think that’s true. ❜
the sun was supposed to be warm . warm , still , it may be -- but only after the chill had left asriel bones , his skin , may he be able to feel it . the underground still would have been a solace , if only because he NEVER GOT TO SEE THE SKY , never got to see the world that rejected & killed him ( with his best friend ) once . he’s here because frisk wants him to be here -- he’s here because his parents’ knees BUCKLED in the way he knew THEY WOULD : for seeing it again & again in different timelines made it as tasteless as ash in his mouth , as a smile that STARTED TO CHOKE in between his teeth , & even if he loved everyone once , he wasn’t sure he could do so again .
didn’t frisk realize ? ITS SO HARD TO START OVER , so hard to pretend when you had everyone’s blood on your hands , & at one point you enjoyed it , laughed at it , thought , these PEOPLE AREN’T PEOPLE anymore , just predictable roles in a predictable world . why live in a world like that ? they expected him still to be that child WITH A NAIVE SMILE , and a heart as gold as buttercups , but he wasn’t , anymore .
he lives for frisk and frisk , only . ( or maybe because he can’t bear to break his mother & father’s hearts again , can’t bear to hear their screams & FEEL THE PAIN OF IT , AGAIN -- ) and he is tired . tired more than anyone could ever know , except , except --
❛ ... ha . you’re right . there’s very little we can control now , at least , now that we’re up ... here . ❜ asriel looks at sans & then looks away once again , lips pressing together ; unsatisfied , unhappy . ❛ maybe that’s why i feel so helpless . ❜ asriel sucks in a deep breath , feels it FILTER ITS WAY INSIDE HIM before he lets it go , shaking his head . ❛ ... sans , thank you , but it’s not your responsibility to comfort me . in fact , shouldn’t I BE COMFORTING YOU ? shouldn’t i be saying sorry , for all i’ve ... i’ve done ? ❜
after that , he doesn’t say anything for some time . he’s not quite sure what to say . sans doesn’t deserve to be HIS CONFIDANT , his comfort . he deserves to heal his own pain , without constant reminders of who inflicted it . ❛ i’ll be fine, really . i just was THINKING ALOUD . the pain goes away in time , doesn’t it ? ❜
The first few seconds of my Undertale animation… (it will be a video later when completely finished…I hope) ummm (>///<) This is how I imagine this scene from the game! It’s totally not canon!! This is just my personal taste…
(I still hate drawing backgrounds (〃´ﾉω`〃)…)
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
* ❛ all i want is to disappear. i’ve lived in the past for a very, very long time.
indie. priv. highly sel. sans the skeleton. / loved and reset by max. / muse est. a long ass time ago; blog est. 2018. / 10+ years roleplay experience. / mutual exclusive. / see the rules and about before interacting. / unaffiliated with undertale. / oc &&. crossover friendly / [art cred.]
it started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope / which then turned into a quiet thought / which then turned into a quiet word. / & then that word grew louder & louder / ‘til it was a battle cry! / i’ll come back when you call me / no need to say goodbye.
INDEPENDENT & PRIVATE FRISK FROM UNDERTALE. as adored by rain.
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.”
head heavy , asriel laughed to see sans there , with him : he wasn’t sure what the laugh was for , really . HIMSELF ? maybe it was the strange stillness of the situation : the way both of them seemed to tremble , as if they weren’t sure how to handle , no , WEREN’T EQUIPPED to handle how to really be , together , like this ? in a gentle field of flowers , with asriel as he was then , AT LEAST FOR NOW .
the last time he saw sans , ( he was flowey , he was the COLD THAT SETTLED IN TOO DEEP , a smile that cut clean like a knife ) he was a child . and sans … sans had never been much of a child ; never young . he was a head EVER WEARY , of worn-out bones , of laughter with a strange tone . asriel had not understood the way the cup always seemed HALF-EMPTY , how the world balanced on a single string .
he knew now . he knew the way the world paled , where he HAD TO STRUGGLE to find a splash of color ; knew the smile that promised something different , promised strength where there was none .
asriel wasn’t a child , anymore . sans wasn’t the SAME , ANYMORE . ( his fault, he thought , because even when he knew sans remembered , FLOWEY DIDN’T STOP . instead it was amusing , it was fun , it was flowey’s knowing face as he tricked the others over and over and over again . what can you do ? his smile asked . WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY DO ? )
❛ are you here to laugh at me ? ❜ asriel asked more out of pain than of truth , more to rid himself of a STRANGE SILENCE , of a gaze heavy enough to hold him still .
but all sans responded was : * you know i’m not like that.
which was true . it was true like the way SAN’S EYES WOULD TRAVEL UP to the stars , how he had always wanted more while asriel was happy with what he had . true like the way SANS WOULD HOPE , would dream , and asriel had thought, then , maybe we are a bit similar – but that was a different story , that was a different time , that was when hoping DIDN’T HURT , didn’t smile with closed teeth and said : what did you believe in me for ?
❛ you’re right , ❜ asriel said . ❛ i do know . ❜ and asriel smiled at him , SMILED AT HIM even if they both knew it was just to somehow bridge the gap between them . ❛ i’m sorry . i know it won’t make up for all i’ve done … i know my words don’t really MEAN ANYTHING , not to you . but even if i did not care , then , i watched you . i watched you LOSE HOPE , too . ❜
looking away because keeping eye-contact pained him , asriel opted to look down into the flowers beneath him , instead . ❛ … you’re so strong , sans . and i know , i know nothing will be the SAME AS IT WAS . i know it’s hard to trust frisk . but trust them , now . you’re allowed to have your happy ending . you can be happy , sans . ❜ his heart shuddered , and asriel knew he was about to cry , BUT HE DIDN’T , HE COULDN’T .
❛ hey … if you don’t mind … tell me how pretty the stars are , out there . ❜
so like , within 24 hours , just 24 hours ?? ???? i got my first TWO MAINS in my entire tumblr rping career & i’m not sure how to FEEL ABOUT IT ??? blessed . i’m blessed . that’s what it is . anyway they’re @sparedthem (frisk) and @mercywove (sans) & i don’t have enough tissue boxes for this
