happy dolphins in the ocean with rainbows and hot air balloons and coral and stuff like that. generally joyous vibes

Daily I Imagine Them Those who die in wars that don’t concern them, they were driving through shortcuts or smoking their cigarettes on the roof, watching a romantic comedy or a cooking show, they were passing through the wrong war to become numbers and martyrs. I imagine their sorrow as I cross a checkpoint, wait for my kids after school, peel garlic and smell my fingers, or peek out the window to shoo pigeons away. And at night in bed I dream of a war that’s got no war in it.

first part of a short comic of asriel and chara. asriel enters through the doorway into the ruins’ room where the golden flowers grow, and calls “Chara?” we then see chara turned away from asriel, their arms full of flowers. asriel nervously says “Chara, it…. It wasn’t your fault.” without turning to look, chara says back “The Asriel I knew….” they pick a single flower and smile absently. “….wasn't a liar.”

the comic continues. taken aback, asriel reevaluates. “Fine. Okay. It was your fault. But-“ Chara continues to pick flowers. Asriel looks down, then starts again with more conviction. “It was your fault, and, I love you.” Chara finally turns around, shocked. in the final panel we now see only flowey speaking to the empty air. he repeats “It was your fault, and I love you.”