I am Chara.

            R e c k l e s s ‘til the day I rest my bones.

                                        There’s no use trying to save my soul.

                                     lawyer

                                       SACRIFICE like a 

Even Dio said some nice stuff to Jonathan.

I relate to Frisk.

Anyway, my friend showed me this song I hadn’t heard in so many years, and it fits Chara and Frisk so well that I’ve just been listening to it on repeat as I paint this.

Pass through Peacefully?

                           “ WHERE are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang                            And stood in brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood?                            Alas! they all are in their GRAVES, the gentle race of flowers                            Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours.                            The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain                            Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. ”