#kindnessneedsbravery

@kindnessneedsbravery Avner  chewed his cheek the entirety of the way to the bus stop. He had one hand tucked into his pocket, the other craddling the pinkest bouquet he’d ever seen. It wasn’t a purchase that was like him, but with his dad in town for once, he felt like he ought to get flowers. Maybe he should have gone with the tiger lillies? or just daisies? Still, this one was a whole arrangment of lillies and roses, and it was already put together, so he’d bought it.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked at a blonde woman waiting, then back at the flowers in his arms, then back to the woman. Swallowing, Avner fought a short battle with himself and reached over to tap her shoulder.

@kindnessneedsbravery

//uh sure why not *shrug*//but I’ve not followed people in a while so the latter part will probably not happen sadly.//This will be a somewhat long post <.<

@purrple-skies like out of everyone I list here I really wish we talked more, I mean knowing her the longest out of everyone here really makes her special in a way to me ^^

@fcllenflowers just amazing person who really deserves more love. Also her muse burns stuff enough said

@dt-divided okay right here: great artist, friend and writer. Even if she is a bit self-conscious (or however you spell it) about her English it is on point. Just lovely writer. But she is also very nice and like gets excited over so small things and I love that!

@revivescere-flore he is just awesome. And actually very patient and is very observant. If you get to know him just send in love to him (or if you don’t get to know him send love to him instead)

@deadly-devotion just fun all around. Like the muse here is just hilarious and I love that. Just omfg like wtf is wrong with Dust? Sometimes I don’t even understand and it is amazing. And the mun is also very nice to talk with ^^

@melchere one of the more adorable and nice blogs out there, so far little to no angst (and even then it was fairly mild if I recall correctly) and it just like such a fluffy blog and it is lovely. And the muse is just on point? Just it is a child and an adorable child. (who everyone wants to adopt it seems? like Chris said that many people say they want to adopt her child/muse xD). The mun is also very friendly so just send her some asks and love okay?

@stripedshirt is another cute blog, but like as opposed to Melchere’s muse (Mel) this muse is also a brat. Even if I admit like she is the most adorable Frisk I’ve seen and I love her. <3

@althrvistic a very nice and caring friend. And adorable. and cute. and talented artist. Like you’ve improved so much good job <3

@spiderwaifuisbestwaifu I mean nerdnerdisbestnerd sorry if tumblr thinks the name is spiderwaifuisbestwaifu like that but tumblr is buggy. like this nerd is such a big nerd you should send ‘hey nerd; you’re smol and you’re muses are amazing’ to them because that is truth.

@kindnessneedsbravery who I guess I followed recently? Love the muses there as one is just like so energetic and the other is just so trusting it is stupid. Like really Kather get a grip on who you trust.

“Never. Do that. Again.” he says as he stares down at the two girls. Oh, how he wished he could just tear them apart, piece by piece. But, they were friends, and he was looking to try out a few things he set up but never got the chance to use. He was patient. He would get them eventually.

“Amh sar-”

“No! No you’re not! You saw me coming, why the fuck did you park in my space? You fucking dipshit!”

Marty tried to jot down something on his notepad but the woman who was yelling at him slapped it out of his hand, and right into a puddle. The dirty water saturated the pages, ruining the whole pad.

“No, don’t start writing shit when I’m talking to you! Pay attention, asshole!”

Marty was very sensitive to the volume of her yelling, and covered his ears, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Amh sar...!”

sorry, but i’m not trying to draw in someone else’s cartoony style

      Splash.

      For the past hour--or had it been longer than that?--Lemon had been pacing around on the same spot at the beach, away from the numerous umbrellas and the commotion families were making. He'd been picking up small stones left and right--his back was beginning to ache by now, knees were practically begging him to take a break and flop his butt down; but he didn't care. Those few hours spent at the embassy had, once again, managed to drive him nuts--and because Toriel had guests at home, he couldn't resort to locking himself up in his room and screaming into his pillows until exhaustion forced him to stop.

      So, he chose the next best thing.

      Picking up yet another rock, Lemon shot a glare at the bright red orb that was the sun, now sinking slowly beneath the waves. He tried to pretend it was a face staring back at him--one of the other shallow, stubbornly narrow-minded ambassadors--and after muttering out a series of words that would've surely earned him a well-deserved punch in the face, he hurled the rock straight into the sun.

      Of course, it didn't reach its destination; neither had he been expecting it to. The stone crashed into the water with a heavy, satisfying 'splash'.

      Deep breath was drawn through his nostrils, the smell of saltwater calming him somewhat. It wasn't enough, however, for he could still feeling that bubbling rage inside his stomach--the kind of rage that he knew would be truly satisfied if he broke someone's nose, but he'd have to settle for this.

      Gaze sweeping over the area for more rocks to feed the sea, his eyes caught sight of someone nearby--and with a twinge of shame, he realized they'd been watching him.

      Shifting his weigh, the teen pressed his lips. As much as he despised letting his mood control his tongue, he couldn't help it--it was part of him, now, and the stranger's luck was rotten. So, voice raised so he could be heard, he spat out an annoyed: