#writitng

A poem about grief, read with caution.

Grief is the place I go when I need to see your face again.

I find you there, standing in a field of poppies, surrounded by the ancestors who came before us, in a place where love continues to grow wild through the cracks, a place I ache to call home.

When I visit you here, your face is never quite the same, but I know it is you. You belong to the sun, the water, the earth, the moon and the stars.

You belong to my blood. To my soul.

My heart still aches for the space you filled, for the shape of your absence still curled inside me.

There is an emptiness in my chest and spirit that time will never fully carry away.

But for now, I can sit beside you in the poppy field, holding your hand, breathing in the white musk perfume that still feels like home, surrounded by our ancestors as they whisper softly:

back in the day i had this bad habit of contemplating how every story beat is going to play out before my words even hit the paper, and it led me to abandoning my projects with only two chapters done, if that

you dont have to have all the answers before you write, and when you do inevitably write, theres a 90% chance you won’t like how your first draft turns out. the first draft usually has a lot of problems and may conflict with the rest of your vision. but you’ll never make it to that second draft if you don’t finish the first

so stop tryna be a perfectionist

She gets you a cute necklace, just barely long enough to reach slightly past the hollow of your throat. It’s not quite a choker but not really a full necklace you’d typically see. It’s dainty, with complex interwoven chains that gleam prettily around your neck.

And that’s it, it’s just a chain that sits gently around your neck, but there isn’t a clasp. It’s one of those “permanent jewelry” pieces that gets lightly welded together.

It’s not showy or obvious that it’s a collar, but it’s a beautiful reminder between the two of you. You love running your fingers along the chain, and Wanda goes slightly feral every time she sees it around your neck as you proudly wear it.

I know, it's awful, we should write for ourselves, it's a form of expression, capturing our soul on paper. However, it eats me up inside when I see wonderful fan art and recommendations in fandoms and I have... none.

You know that feeling, right? That gnawing, unreasonable envy.

I can't force anyone to read what I write, I can only thank everyone who decides to take a peek. I know that. Every reader is like a precious gem that I want to keep for longer. And yet there is something that makes me want to bite my pillow when there is only silence around me.

I love your sprite art.

I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK

So the order is a little shuffled due to timeline issues since frisk cant fall first (due to asriel would be like..50 in the story-)

Patience- the first to sou to fall, the history of why the later humans fell is lost. although from their stay in the underground they seem to be stand off...quiet, and saw a threat so theory's flew that the first human wanted to kill monsters but there is proof of this...

Bravery- as second soul trait is. . . cockiness wanting to prove how brave they are to go to the mountain which no human will return. . .although deep down they are a scared child who died crying for their mom. Integrity- a ballet dance who used the mountain to practice without being disturbed yet maybe dancing right near a pit wasn't the best idea. they used song and dance to connect to monsters.

Perseverance-a know it all, wanting to expend research and also disprove these wild claims of monsters, out of all the souls they came most ready for this journey! snacks,rope,gear the works. yet that was not enough to deal with the monsters they thought didn't exist frisk- a strange child, consider odd among humans and monster's. despite all the deaths Asgore thankfully found frisk before the guards and hid them and raised them as their own. frisk loved their family, their brother and sibling and all monsters. although....Toriel didn't take it well finding out... Kindness- a young chef gathering ingredients in the woods, legends say the closer you get to the mountain the more exotic plants you would find. they got a little to close and fell. kindness showed monsters they weren't a threat and even got some on their side! the monsters who knew them to this day still miss them deeply Justice- clover instead of our normal loveable silly kid, this clover came down for justice. for the kids who are dead, who may die later on they fought for the ones who couldn't for themself. yet this sacrifice lead to them being stopped and only adding to the conflict of humans and monsters chara- a small child considered a monster among humans. who climbed to die, yet was to scared. chara called out for help as they fell and a bright star answered allowing another chance.