run in the woods

“Wehh don’t let what happened to undertale happen to night in the woods”

*Runs out of house with megaphone and screams at the top of lung*


some-fuckwit  asked:

♦ for all of them, all your beautiful fatesonas

[whispers softly] holy shit – I have so many afksd I’m gonna do the kids, since I don’t have much about them

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Ro: “I love to read the most… and bake. I am very meticulous with my baking, to the point it usually takes me much longer than it should to get something in the oven.”

Owin: “Playing fun pranks, for sure! Nothing is better than a prank that ends with everyone involved laughing! Though I have been told I put too much effort into some of my pranks…”

Sadie: “Who doesn’t like to spar, yeah? Testing my strength and getting better at fighting is essential! Not to mention fun as hell… even if I tend to get pretty fierce when I really get into it.

Ilya: “Gardening! Gardening and picking flowers and anything outdoorsy. I’ll just run off and go into the woods whenever I feel like I need some nature time! … even if, uh, I forget to tell anyone where I’m going…”

last goodbye;

time to dust off my shoes
and go for a run through
the woods that surround
loneliness; the moon is
out tonight & it’s casting
shadows in between the
trees, weaving their way
to my chilled bones–


the branches underneath
my feet beat my ankles as
i try to run away from the
spiders lurking on the grass
tangled in their webs, flashing
their dripping fangs at my
gleaming eyes & i can’t shake
the image as i keep on runnin’–


dive right into the lake to hide
from the nightmares the stars
shine onto the dirt, animating
their darkest desires to blow
up the sky & shower the earth
in burning rubble & i’m so so
nervous to hold my breath–


air bubbles rise to the surface
of the inky water, my last words
trapped in the pockets of breath
to be consumed by the fish for
their last meal; my words are
full of toxins & my thoughts
are full of disposed garbage,
so this is it, this is the last goodbye–

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.