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//"Can you ever forgive me?" ((bloomingasters =3c))
Callisto takes several steps back from Gaster. They hadn’t expected… How could he even see them?
They feel like they’re going to cry. It’d been awhile since they’d heard him talk. What was he even apologizing for? Callisto feels their own guilt, leaden on their heart–this was all their fault.
It was as if Gaster’s eyes were holding them in place; his gaze a heavy weight on their shoulders. How long had it been? Callisto had lost count of the months.
Their soul pulsed softly within the container on Gaster’s lab table, surrounded with little trinkets and tools–their journal, even, sat open next to a microscope. Callisto didn’t take notice of any of this, anyway, and even if they had they were too far away to see what page Gaster had flipped to.
If they were to take a step closer, they would see that the old, beaten spiral was opened to their crude notes on echo flowers, chock full of their incorrect theories.
“I-It’s not your fault,” they finally choke out. “I don’t… What are you apologizing for?”
Smooth, Stars, & Smile~!
sweet & soft asks; acceptingsmooth- do you like classical music
“I love classical music. It’s very pleasant and calming; I liked to listen to it before I go to bed. Of course, I don’t sleep now, but it’s still very nice.”
stars- use one word to describe space
“I didn’t think there could be a question that could get me so stumped… Well, I guess… I guess the best word I could use is immense. But our universe is much more than that!”
smile- how was your day today
“I suppose my day was alright. There wasn’t anything unusual about it… Just the same old sort of thing…. Talking to you made it a lot better, though! I don’t get to talk to anyone much, since most the other souls stick around Asgore–God knows why. Don’t they know they can leave?”
Protective Family Sentence Starters
@jung1eboy // “I don’t think you should go. It doesn’t sound safe.”
" I'll be fine -- it's just a quick supply run. Nothing too bad. "
Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 11
@jung1eboy // "You're not telling me the truth."
" I'm not lying, either. I'm simply not saying anything. It's better than lying. " They go back to tinkering with their little experiment. " Mikey asked me not to tell you where he went so I'm not. "
Angry & Irritated Sentences, Vol. 11
@jung1eboy // "I don't need to hear this."
" Then turn the tv off. " They pause, before reaching out and grabbing the remote off the table. " I know psychology may not be your main field but I, for one, quite enjoy being called out by the therapists on tv. "
A subtle smirk crosses their expression, and they sit up a bit straighter, a little more smug.
" Please do. They need the promotion. It's free advertisement, truly the best kind. "
THEIR WORDS ARE met with a hard stare with slightly furrowed brows. After a few moments, his lips curl ever so slightly into a smirk with a small huff.
“ Funny. I’m stealin’ that. “
Donnie offers a small smile, and they set the spider on the table and hand her the remote. " Sure, you can be my test pilot ! Here, make sure you hold it on both sides, like a video game controller. "
They press a button on the spider, and then the controller, and the spider whirrs to life, jumping like it'd been surprised. Donnie then turns the robot around, and all eight of its eyes look at Leia, as if anticipating her next move.
she jolts back at their sudden reaction, a blink for a pause, before she leans back forward to look at the creation in donnie's hand.
the sparkle in orange hues as leia notices it's a spider. ❛ SPIDER !! ❜ the word is repeated back, hands start to flap & a bounce accompanied with it, ❛ that is pretty cool uncle dee dee !! can i play with it ?? please please please ?? ❜
minimal tag dump for now
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@shnpo said : ?
❛ katarina, ❜ so does lhotlan speak without prior thought, hesitation's curse lost on him ; no thoughts were needed to address her, a deadly rose whose thorns could make him bleed if he got too close. her knives sharp, her words sharper, not exactly lacking on veracity with her moves ——— he's seen her rise multiple times against those that dared to challenge her, the blood they shed a crown she wore proudly, scarlet hue of her locks a warning to all that dare cross her. once again, the announcers speaks another 'ENEMY PENTAKILL!' before he speaks again. ❛ ping me one more time, & i will throw myself into the enemy team again. get fucked. ❜
unprompted. / always accepting !!
@shnpo said : {OPEN RP} hey rakan
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lillia. /// herdream.
❛ oh … s - so you don’t — ❜ if her long droopy ears could drop any further they did now, despite being told she shouldn’t feel embarrassed — how could she not? such a stupid question, lillia! stupid, stupid, st — ❛ l - lillia … my name’s lillia. ❜ she shares, ❛ is the … n - no. are the humans in your dream … truly like that? ❜ a sudden question, but it gives way into the innocent curiosity that fuels violet hues. ❛ your dreams … they are warm, a - and so much fun! but … the humans … they make them … cold. are … are the humans … cold … ? ❜
oh, how she wanted to learn about the world just outside the outskirts of these trees! but she remained here, alone amongst the wildlife & the dreams that greet her. so many dreams, sad, joyous. dark … so many dark dreams — she was surprised when this person had managed to find her, even when she hid so well behind the trees & amongst the willowy branches … he found her!
if he were oblivious to her sudden tonal shift, to the underlying melancholy that's embellished within every syllable, would he truly be rakan ? certainly not ! attuned to his own sentiments grants him ability ( if one could even call it that, of course ) to discern the emotions of others —— comes with his natural beauty, what can he say ? that's all he needs to change his goal, to uplift her spirits, he's a charmer, an entertainer, what more does he need than his audience to smile for him ?
❛ pleasured to meet you, lillia ! i'm sure you've heard of me, ❜ confidence exudes from the smirk that grows onto his lips, hand extended towards her, albeit making certain to not so much as touch her. his hope of her shaking his hand comes from the expectation she'll reach out. scaring her away is not his intention, to move about meticulously & carefully ... almost like a dance, with a few extra steps. ❛ but, if you haven't ... rrrrakan, ❜ emphasis on rolling the r sound, simple effort to elicit even the smallest laugh, the kindest smile. ❛ the charmer, the life of the party, the most beautiful thing you'll ever see ! ❜ hearty chuckle, even if it's a slight one.
❛ as for the humans ... ❜ how peculiar. that feeling of dreaming, that feeling of conversing with another about a certain topic, doing specific actions ———— only for it to be mimicked in the real world, a strong sense of familiarity, have they met ? no, no, he's certain they haven't. ❛ feel like i've told someone this before. humans aren't bad, ❜ is that the truth ? or is it merely a conjured lie perceived as reality ? some were good, some held malevolent intentions, whose fault is that ? ❛ but some of them ... ❜ how somber it felt now, each word. eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, sky blue hues shifting towards extended hand, thinking. full of joy, though he knows of the cruelty some display. averting his eyes to that would not do him well. thankfully, he catches himself, shakes his head & a bonafide grin grows onto his lips as his focus remains on lillia's eyes, like soft lavender they were. ❛ it's a long, long story. i'll just say they, uh, fear something they know nothing about. magic. you know about magic, right lillia ? ❜
kayn. /// shadowhelmed.
𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐍’𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐍 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 how his explanation could possibly be complicated for the Vastaya. As someone who’s spent nearly a decade in the Shadow Order, none of it is complicated to him—it is a piece of him, a part that he will not & cannot cut out. It comes to him naturally; envelops his form in curling tattoos & a corrupted flesh. But apparently, as Rakan looks to Kayn with supremely DISORIENTED eyes, Kayn’s explanation isn’t quite as good at his own comprehension.
He sighs, squinting & lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his head. Rakan’s words tell him that he DEFINITELY doesn’t understand. Kayn’s hands gesture vaguely. “ 𝑾𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑰 … 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔—𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 … 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐. ” He pauses. “ 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒙𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒆. ”
❛ but you're already great, aren't you ? ❜ there's no leaps in logic, a desire to be great is one thing, but already being great is another, isn't it ? his thought is merely vocalized without prior thought, serving as both an independent statement & a compliment from the heart. doesn't everyone see it ? ❛ you think nobody sees it ? i think they do ! ❜ a bit too enthusiastic in his approach, limb comes up for a hand to rub at own chin inquisitively, pondering, wondering, before declaring another charismatic statement. ❛ you're the only guy that can catch up to me & kick my ass, i'm sure that's worth something. ❜
❛ listen, if someone from this noxus place is giving you a hard time, lemme deal with them. ❜ cocky. way too cocky, for someone that knows naught of how fierce their warriors are, he's only heard tales of it, albeit marks it off as simple fear overtaking one's heart at their stature, not their might. they were all tall, after all, though that does not equate to being strong. he thinks this as a tall person himself. ❛ promise i can handle it without getting a scratch. though, if i did get scratched, that'd be another scar, which isn't necessarily a bad thing ! ❜ it only serves to accentuate his beauty, in his eyes.
battle dancing is one of the things he took pride in, one of the things he has honed, not simply out of mere interest, but because it is interwoven with the care of his being. dancing is freedom. freedom is dancing. to have one with the other is naught but a lie ( a carefully constructed concept that would be forsaken, for it is a mere imitation of the art, albeit lacking soul ). that is his rationale for why kayn does this. why kayn continues to train without breaking sweat, why he perceives kayn to push himself to his limits, why he believes kayn explains it to him, & despite how exhaustive it may be, sheepish grin is all that is offered ——— forgive him, he hasn't processed all that information.
❛ right, right, so ... ❜ digits curl right against his chin, lips coming to form a small pout, brows furrowed as he attempts to regurgitate kayn's information to him. ❛ you do that so that they can ... ❜ trails off into silence, humming. a shrug is offered in place of a verbal answer. ❛ i dunno, fall ? ❜ this is a mess. /// @shadowhelmed
thorani. /// dhavaran.
❛ my, are you alright? that wound looked quite nasty — what could’ve done such a thing to you? ❜ locks of long navy blue hair were gentle against the other’s shoulder, the water it contained glowed in between strands as it began to seal the gash. making sure that her magic was working as intended, thorani made sure to speak to the other to ease any other stress from it all. ❛ this must seem very odd to witness, so i apologize for the obscurity. my name is thorani, you’re safe, i promise. ❜ — @feyquil· + from thorani!
previous acute pain at his shoulder, atrocious wound committed by none other than hands of fearful humans, was now being mended to by friendly's strangers dark locks. peculiar is the sight, if honesty were granted in the moment. brow quirked at fact before him : liquid ( no, that's definitely water, he's sure of it ) contained in hair possessed some sort of healing properties. its efficacy more impressive than originally expected —— gash began to seal, initial pain & stress diminishing as time coursed through its desired path, albeit he owes it more to her soothing voice & amiable demeanor for keeping him calm. rakan got lucky. very lucky.
❛ thanks for your help, uh - ❜ voice trails off, lips teetering between a smile & a frown. it's conflicting. there's uncertainty in how to process this, how to react to it. oh, whatever — no time to think or worry about that. following his gut has always worked. ❛ name's rakan ! don't worry, i'm feeling safe already. whatever you're doing, thorani, it's working ! ❜ at least, he hopes it is.
❛ you call that a fight ? ❜ taunting is he, at so - called ' king of the pit, ' truly a presumptuous title, befitting for someone so full of himself, he supposes. there may not be any benefit in messing with one whose arm looks to be near the size of his own head ( seriously, what is up with this guy ? ), yet rakan cares little if there's danger involved. he's in it for the entertainment aspect. who better to entertain himself than himself, creating these stimulating situations, evoking an innate desire for living on the edge ? ❛ c'mon, you can put a little more passion into that next time ! ❜ a critique from his high spot, observant gaze peering down at king from above. far out of his reach. ❛ otherwise, your fighting's just boring. needs a little more oomph to it ! ❜ /// @calledcard
"you're a bird right?" brow raises, chin held high as it always did. calloused fingers hold out what appears to be a bunch of chocolate eggs. "here, thought y'might like these then."
❛ oh !? ❜ maybe he should find it a bit unsettling, the mere thought of a gift for him being chocolate eggs. sure, he's technically half bird if one were to give any specific labels to his person, but no consideration is given to it. his focus is on the captivating chocolate eggs, curious & amused by the sudden kindness from sett of all people. he snatches them, shoves them into his mouth, bites them ( sure, there's some chewing, if anyone would call it such. for the most part, however, it's nothing but a horrifying scene is what it is ), then swallows. ❛ thanks for the treat, i'll see you later ! ❜ if he lives to see the day, of course. pray he can digest chocolate. /// @calledcard
??? /// portaljumps.
❛ i know you ! ❜ she starts, chiming in on what appeared to be perfectly enjoyable silence— but where’s the fun in that ? nothing, of course ! a hop, skip, & a jump— & a portal— close the gap between her & the bird-man. she shows up uninvited, obviously. what other way does one surprise somebody ? she had yet to figure that out. ( along with the art of subtlety— but don’t tell her that. )
❛ i’ve seen you before, you’re the fey-dancer ! r-r-r-r-r-akan ! did i get the accent right ? well ? ❜ an eager expression is painted upon young features— she’s looking forward to his favourable reply !
@feyquil·.
not oft will he be in the mood for nothing but sweet serenity & the natural silence of the forest, craving naught but some shut - eye & a visit from pleasant dreams. ( what shall the mind conjure up this time in this dream land of his ? perhaps a world where peace reigned & he could spend time with his beloved, or a world where all recognize him as the embodiment of beauty. ) alas, it's all but a distant desire now, what with the sudden noise from boisterous child. there goes his sleep.
❛ huh ? oh, yep, that's me ! the one & only r - r - r -r - rakan ! you got it right, kiddo. ❜ albeit sleep's his ultimate goal, maybe entertaining curious child for a spell wouldn't hurt. he can only hope slumber revisits him later.
??? /// shnpo.
katarina hardly paid any attention to foreign matters . especially not ones without direct concern. as the foul-mouthed demons brought her up on one single rule : strength. above all else. ( it’s not right. it’s not. —- but is she one to stop this vicious cycle ? no. ) so, the issues of the vastaya were far beyond her influence. they either had the strength to resolve them, or didn’t.
she’s perched above the rest, atop a thin tree with nimble branches. if it weren’t for her undetected presence, her cover would have already been blown. thankfully, she was a professional.
‘ hey. bird boy. ‘ katarina makes an intentionally audible movement, skilled eyes tracking the twitch of his ears. she waits patiently for his attention, lips curled into a smug smile, a sickeningly arrogant air to her expression. ‘ yes, you. you know who i am, don’t you ? ‘ / @feyquil
saccharine voice, dripping with venom & amusement, lands upon his ears, evoking attention from the lone lhotlan vastaya. ears twitch in response to her call, swiftly turning on heel to look for the source of feminine voice ——— alas, it's for naught. or so he thinks, 'till his gaze shifts upward to grace azures with the scarlet red tendril hanging over her visage ... no, no, that's not it. it's a scar. at least, he thinks it is. there's no telling from the distance they have between each other. regardless, it's but a trifling matter as long as she demands a response. he speaks.
❛ me ? ❜ shifts hand to stick out index, pressing tip against his own chest, as if to clarify who she's speaking to. as if that deadly gaze was staring at anyone else besides him. his brow quirked, countenance growing with an increased perplexity, intending to understand her query ( who is she ? is she any familiar ? no, no, she's human. he doesn't mingle with 'em often at a personal level. & her sense of beauty ? eugh. too much black for his taste ). he hums, almost as if in deep contemplation, though his true intent's to stall. shoulders roll, head shakes. ❛ nope, don't think i know you ! have we met ? i think we've met. i'm just not remembering is all ! ❜
??? /// crawsus.
❛ i’d really rather not fight, if you don’t mind. i come in peace, as they so often say. i’m rather weak too you know, so it wouldn’t be much of a fight and more of a waste of time. ❜ a hand is thrown up in defense.
in his mind the demon stirs, a mental effort is taken to sooth the voice. hand grips his cane tightly, placing pressure against the stick. to an outsider it appears as if it were a normal cane, but to him it throbs and it aches and it wishes for more and more bloodshed. but who ever heard of a darkin cane? ❛ if you’d like i can read you some poetry instead? ❜ lips upturn into a lopsided smirk, clearly something was up his sleeve, but it surely wasn’t something that would be harmful to the vastayan. provided urizen cooperated with him.
@feyquil said anyone!
his logic is impeccable. weak individual should not be engaged, not out of courtest, but fear that, if engaged, there would be no joy or entertainment acquired from such an easy battle ——— or even worse, should he act careless & commit an unplanned blunder, then perceived weak individual may find an opening to beat him & claim victory, then who would be weak !? HIM, HIM !!!
❛ poetry ? ❜ rakan hummed inquisitively, arms crossed over chest as ceruleans shift their gaze towards the soft earth at feet. wow, is it just him, or is it a lot greener than it was yesterday !? he swore that the day before current situation, the grass at his feet was a subdued green. could it be that the greener greenery around them could be attributed to the blesséd rain that poured —— wait, what was the question again ? ❛ uh, you said you were gonna do something, read ? yeah, sure, do whatever you want ! ❜
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