Visitor

There was a slight step back against that, vaguely avoiding being any closer to the king without being disrespectful. His fur stirred, fluffing up momentarily before flattening as much as its fluffy nature would allow.

“i would hope so. i’m staying with ri-sans.” He said, taking a short pause to switch Richter’s name to what he was probably known as.

His tail swished over the snow, coming to lay over his talons and curl around so the arrowhead tip lay at his side.

“sniper. the sans of another timeline, now empty.”

Stillness comes to him, and he’s trying to keep himself as gentle and inviting as possible for the other. Such nervousness had him nearly feeling nervous himself, and it was something he was, almost familiar with from another... Sans.  *Sniper. Such an assertive name, you have. It’s certainly not sweet or warm, nor inviting. Such a name felt very aggressive and nearly harsh, and Asgore felt his memory prickle to something more suggesting violence. It wasn’t coming.  *Do you like staying with Sans? *Is he a good host?  His tone is light and curious, inviting a discussion between them like old acquaintances meeting up. 

[these seem to work better than normal promos recently, so? i would totally appreciate if you would like/reblog this post if you’d be interested in rping with a private & selective chara from undertale. this blog is a remake of my old chara, @bctterccps, and i want to find partners after not writing for them in awhile, so i’d be super thankful if you shared this!]

By Lynda Barry  May 2016

Every time I see this I love it more

New YouTube Video!! For the holidays, I decided to present an original poem to all of you, and I hope you enjoy it! The story is mostly fictional, but it comes from a real place of feelings I’ve been in the past few months, and I want to thank the BRILLIANT @jonerstrokes for working so hard to write this poem. They wrote it for all of you, and they wrote it for me, and for that, I feel so blessed. <3

this is beautiful

What do you get when a person that’s never celebrated Christmas writes a “Christmas Story” for and inspired by professional beautiful man, Thomas Sanders? A story that low key isn’t about Christmas.

Happy holidays 😘

This was insanely beautiful- and wholly unexpected wow.

Could not have come at a more appropriate time

AWOLNATION Sentence Starters Pt. 1

Hollow Moon

I Am

Visitor

There was a pause; a soft snort of air from huge nostrils as he turned to look at the king. He didn’t say anything for a long while, so much so that one would have thought the beast couldn’t speak.

However, eventually, there would have been a crackle somewhat like a walkytalky somewhere in the back of Asgore’s head. The HorrorTale monster spoke directly into the mind, settling back onto his haunches.

“this isn’t my home.” He began, though the king probably already knew that much; “i’m staying here in r-…. -efuge from my old timeline.”

He took a moment to lift his head, nose twitching before he settled again. His form was tall, far too thin, but still strong and well built.

Such silence leaves him feeling uncertain, and he waits and watches the other with just as much patience sincerety and calmness as before. The lingering sentiment of watching and leveling maintained, Asgore reading his prone form and those almost familiar eyes...

Until the stranger spoke at last, and the tension seemed to ease from his throat as a humble chuckle unfolded and fed the area a new sound to deafen.

*So I had suspected... *Are you a friend of someone's?

Slowly he steps a few paces closer, movong his cloak from before him to over his arms and behind his biceps to display his armour and royal crest. A usual wear, but he uses it for the familiarity it created among his peoples.

*I am Asgore, most humbly king of these fair lands. *I hope it is in good tidings that we meet.

Visitor

@tendergardenruler

Certainly a new face; a new monster that wasn’t there before. He wandered the ‘trees’ around Snowdin; hiding his huge form from other monsters whilst still remaining close to his temporary home.

His white fur blended with the snow, interrupted only by the yellowing bone plates over his ribs, and the grey colour of his claws and horns. Otherwise; he may well not have been there.

Well, except for the heavy crunch of his paws as he wandered through the snow.

Truth be told, that is the one major thing to lead Asgore's attention as he patrolled his usual path. Such a large shape was unfamiliar, and Asgore took pause to look up along the moving paws, and to the chest where those bones lay. Such a formidable monster... he wouls be foolish to let it pass without some small check up. So he pauses, toes splayed over ice as his pads ached for soft grass.

To think one would be accustomed without it by now.

*Greetings, traveller. *I have not seen such a face as yours before... would you be so kind to remind an old monster of your name?

He hopes, sincerely, that to address the other does not startle them, nor alarm them to run for no valuable reason.

“Truthfully… I do not want power.

I do not want to hurt anyone.

I just wanted everyone to have hope…

I cannot take this any longer.

I just want to see my wife.

I just want to see my child.

Please… Young one…

This war has gone on long enough.”

written by Kimba

art credit ( x )

Red seemed far less scared of the hulking giant of a king than the shivering skeleton behind him. When the motion was made towards the treats, Red’s tiny belly rumbled louder than a lion, and he scrambled off towards it on all fours, tail in the air. The shaking Papyrus didn’t move an inch, his weary glance falling upon Red, then slowly creeping up to Asgore.

Red was already munching on a biscuit, taking little sips of the tea and waggling his tail violently in excitement. Goodness, this was far better than anything he had eaten in some time. The hyper little skeleton looked back at Papyrus, who stood cowering in Asgores shadow, the flowers beneath his torn and tattered socks.

“H-He real shy-” Red squeaked out as he pushed another biscuit into his mouth, grabbing another and tottering back to the other skeleton. When his hand went out to offer it, Papyrus cowered back, though his own little belly rumbled and groaned for food. “Is k-kay, Pappy!” He whispered, those big red eyes shifting.

Strange words slipped from Red’s mouth, seeping out for Papyrus, who quickly mumbled back in the same language. It was some sort of secret language they had constructed for just them. Soon, after speaking for a moment, Papyrus took the biscuit, munching on it. Red smiled, little tail waggling. “H-He like i-it! Just afraid!” he spoke to Asgore, tottering back towards the table.

Such a sound was far more accustomed to, and a soft, warm chuckle bubbled and rose through his soft throat as he watched Red rush forwards and begin to partake of his table and plates, allowing his soul to relax in margins, moment to moment. One who ate and drank so eagerly always warmed him in such a personal way, feeding his desire to help and reach out to those in need. This moment was of no exception, and Asgore leaned behind the table for his basket to pull out a sealed glass jar filled with plenty more of cookies. He opens the latch, and laid it on it’s side for the excess of cookies to spill over onto the plate. *That is quite alright, little ones.  *Take it gently, now... His head lifts some as his ears settle before his shoulders, kind gold eyes and that fleck of blue watching as they interacted with one another. Papyrus seemed too skittish for him to simply come over and pick him up, as he had done for Red all those days ago. So instead he gently plucked up a flower, and worked his meaty fingers to begin weaving a small daisy chain. The announcement warms a smile to his features, wrinkles creaking about his features in turn. *Many thanks, Papyrus, how very kind. *I hope you like cookies, as well, for I have made many things in which you both may enjoy to eat. *Would you like some tea as well? 

tendergardenruler:

(( Yeah I agree! I hope you have a very happy holidays too :,D ))

((So far work’s been kind, and for that I am very thankful.  ((But please, don’t worry about plotting too much! Usually it’s more a guideline, a sort of ideal or incident we’d like to put into play and then simply progress ourselves from there x3 

Can you imagine having your life this together though?

how drunk can you get my muse? send me “have you ever”s and for every one my muse has done, they’ll take a drink.

lmaoooo

hes never gonna wash that spot again