wanderder

the-mask-with-no-face-deactivat  asked:

They walked around trying to know where they are but it seems like no-one is around ((I would use my monster OC but she is a demon-literally-right now so I use my little human, hope it doesn't matter ^^))

Giveing a yawn Rial adjusted her bow as a final touchup, she wanted to see if thre was anything new to be found in the Ruins today, ever sense frisk had left and hr mother dropping from the under-surface of the earth she had been left alone. Leaving her lonely and wanting to leave but she just couldnt she had no idea what learked beyond the stone doors so insted she wanderd takeing her mothers place in looking for any humans who may have fallen below. (Fine by me X3 dont worry)

If someone were to have told Chase that he would be living in Denver, Colorado with the man of his dreams, the perfect dog and a great job, he would have laughed in their face. But now, he had no choice but to believe considering that he was living it. Chase was getting antsy about learning the city so while Olyver unpacked some boxes and set things up, he decided to take Po for a walk. The dog, much like Chase, was getting antsy. He kissed his boyfriend goodbye and headed down the street, cellphone in his pocket in case he got lost (though not ‘in case’. He would get lost).

For quite a bit, he wanderd through the streets of Denver, admiring the new location and at one point, stopped to take a seat on a bench. His coat was bundled up and Po sat by his feet, watching the passerby’s intently. Chase had no idea what Denver had in store for him, but he just hoped it would be as great as Boston was.

Stanza IV of The Book of Thel by William Blake

The eternal gates’ terrific porter lifted the northern bar:

Thel enter’d in & saw the secrets of the land unknown.

She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots

Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists:

A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.

She wanderd in the land of clouds thro’ valleys dark, listning

Dolours & lamentations; waiting oft beside a dewy grave,

She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,

Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down,

And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit:

“Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?

Or the glistning Eye to the poison of a smile?

Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,

Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie?

Or an Eye of gifts & graces, show’ring fruits and coined gold?

Why a Tongue impress’d with honey from every wind?

Why an Ear, a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in?

Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror, trembling, and affright?

Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy?

Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire?”

The Virgin started from her seat, & with a shriek

Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har.