#askametrine

After all, a lot of old partners seem to be on right now and no one seems to have batted an eye at the thought of me leaving....And when I got the idea of starting fresh, I got really excited! Excited to make new friends, to not have to worry about how little i’m doing, excited at the possiblity of revisiting old characters I really loved! 

...so...Unless something big happens in the next 24 hours, I think this blog is going to be archived. 

I’m going to do that big goodbye to my lovely partners, and if you watch my blog still when I figure out what I’m doing next I will put up where I’m going for anyone who still wants to talk to me-though right now that feels like 0 people-and I will make sure to give a final goodbye to everyone who follows me, interacted with before or not, from Ametrine (Though don’t expect that to be personal)

And who knows? Maybe, one day, I’ll have more muse for Ametrine than I ever have before. I’ll find a lot of people who want to know Ametrine’s story, and be part of it, and then this blog could come back to life.

But for now...I think Ametrine has run her course the best she can. I can’t keep trying to push her onto a bridge that doesn’t exist. (If that makes sense?)

Anywho, I’ll hopefully have that goodbye to partners-present and not-up before I leave my dorm for midterm break tonight.

Just know I love you all, no matter how much we interracted or how long we knew each other.

William managed to escape Reverse Falls from the twins furry, sitting himself down near the beach where he dragged his finger through the sand to create stick figures and a triangle looking being like himself. 

the drawing looked like it was a peaceful bonding between the three but the waves crashed and brushed away the sand as if nothing was there. he bawled in his cries until he felt another presence approaching him and then a voice. it startled him but managed to keep himself in place as he saw the concerned stranger.

“u-ugh..no…no i’m not!” he sniffled

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Tagging @vanityisms @alittleflowertoldme @askametrine

NEEDINESS

Being affirmed and nurtured by others is a central requirement for you to feel safe. This means you can be slow to warm up to other people, which is difficult because what you most need from them is their warmth. Yet you know how to be vulnerable: to let down your defences and accept that you need another person. This lack of pretence is a valuable trait, and ultimately more endearing than the macho efforts others make to deny their childlike sides.

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SHYNESS

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters | {x}

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“This?” The skeleton’s fingers ghosted over his cheek, glancing away and shrugging his shoulders. He’d stay passive about it as long as he could; he was just happy it hadn’t cracked instead. He hadn’t even known there was a way for him to have a bruise- or any kind of real injury besides cracks and breaks, as he’d usually turn to dust otherwise, too. He can’t help but feel his mouth quirk into a grin though.

Adorable Starters | x

Dance...? The sudden invitation seemed near out of place to Sans, and the skeleton stared at the other as if she had grown two heads. Admittedly, he hadn’t danced in a long time. Before, when things had stood on better grounds and were more tranquil in the underground, he had plenty of time to dance- and had enjoyed it, too.

...Admittedly, though, he had never been one for more formal dances. The question shouldn’t have surprised him as the two were at the reception of a recent wedding, the music playing soft and slow from speakers at the start of the room. More and more people had gathered on the dance floor, Sans having stayed behind in favor of watching- unwilling to get himself to mingle in there just yet, especially since he had never been the biggest fan of slow dances.

Silent for a moment, letting the music wash over him, the skeleton eventually accepted the other’s hand and stood, a grin starting to stretch on his skull once again.

“Hate to ask it of ya, but you’re gonna have to lead- ‘sides, following’s always been my thing.” He could feel the familiar warmth and tingle of a light blue blush coating his cheeks though, looking at the other from the corner of his eye sockets and drinking in the moment.

Something that makes my muse happy.