Does anyone else ever get that feeling where you’re worried you’re bugging the people you speak to and consider friends? Like for no reason at all? Like you could be mid joke, mid conversation, chatting with a group of friends and then suddenly feel like you don’t really belong there and people just feel sorry for you?
“Frisk finally smiled at Chara like once. Chara cried.”
Fanart for @soleilos / @askhopesanddreams. I know you’re not active on the blog anymore, but I needed to express how much I love your interpretation of Frisk and Chara (both before and after the new headcanons), how much I enjoy your blog, your storytelling, and goodness, your art. It’s just so clean and cute and just–
So, fanart! Dunno how exactly that particular scene went down, but here’s my interpretation of it. I just found it adorable, okay?
The moment in which Flint and Silver, alone, all disheveled and out of breath and about to murder each other in the forest, give each other a look instead. Then one holds out a hand to the other, pulls them to their feet and declares “that went better than expected.”