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(i think i have an idea for aspen’s backstory and it’s... dARK

i think i’ll draw ‘before’ aspen bc i love making muses suffer)

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* what if i’m like anya from anastasia... and i turn out to be a lost princex? 

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berdbrainx‌:

“Were you, now?” He asked, coming closer to them.

Maybe his tone wasn’t the most soothing with the way he asked the question. But Berdly took notice of the way they gripped their sleeve, seeming nervous or something of the sort. He assumed it would do good to ease off on this stranger, at least a little.

“What were you doing here in the first place?” He asked, looking them up and down as he spoke. Judging by the condition their clothes were in combined with the fact he’s never seen them before in school or anything, despite them seeming about his age, he assumed they must be living in some form of impoverishment. Not like he could do anything about it, but it was simply an observation.

“...watching the school.” Was Aspen’s answer. Ugh, they weren’t used to speaking. Their anxiety spiked a bit as Berdly studied them and they quickly averted their eyes.

Aspen bit their lip and took a step backward, trying to distance themself from the other. “Wanted... to go, someday.” They attempted to explain, though they weren’t sure what that would even do. They looked over the bird monster cautiously, then slipped their hands behind their back and rocked on their heels slightly. 

“Can’t go.” 

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* teenagers are weird, i say... even though i’m a teenager.

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(oh m a n,,,, if aspen went to the dark world they’d have emerald green armor and a cool ass shield,,, dunno about their actual weapon, maybe it’d BE the shield,,,)

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>> Wolf aesthetic : a wild light in the darkness

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(aspen isn’t human,,, they might appear human, but if one were to see their eyes... they’d notice how similar they’d look to a wolf’s own. also, sometimes when aspen gets upset/angry enough, they grow claws... long, ragged claws. 

also, their teeth are sharp. always. it’s why they usually smile with their mouth closed, they dislike their teeth. 

they aren’t... sure WHAT they are.)

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(meet the vessel,,,)

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* You know that you aren’t even supposed to exist. You cannot remember your real name. Your actions and choices don’t matter. In fact, YOU don’t seem to matter. You chose to go by ‘Aspen’, though you know that isn’t right. Again, your choices don’t matter. Nothing you do matters.

(Rowan here! If you’re a roleplay blog and would be interested in interacting with a Deltarune/Undertale affiliated vessel OC, please click the heart/reblog this post so I can check your blog out! Thanks, I appreciate it!!!)

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@krying-katia

Aspen had been trying to sleep, resting just beneath a large oak tree somewhere in the nearby forest. Green eyes slowly fluttered open and they let out a low breath; was someone else around? 

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@berdbrainx

“Huh...?” 

Hearing the unfamiliar voice, their head swerved in the other teenager’s direction. Aspen’s chartreuse eyes locked onto him, watching him carefully. Aspen didn’t attend high school, though they sometimes found themselves wanting to. Having no family, and no way to PAY for an education, however, made it nearly impossible. 

As the other approached, Aspen self-consciously tugged the sleeve of their ratty sweater. “I was... just... leaving.” 

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(starter call???)

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krisknifeswissknife‌:

thank you! i relate to urs a lot, i’m Kris! or Cryptid because you’re probably gonna see like 10 Krises on this site at any given time.

so how’s ur day been, Aspen?

* heh, guess i’ll call ya cryptid! it’s a cool little nickname-- wait, i’ll see MORE krises??? holy shit.

* ehhh, i’m ngl, it’s been eventful. almost died, that... wasn’t fun. wbu?

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(aspen’s a “do no harm but take no shit” kinda person btw,,,)

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snoat‌:

Asking a lot of questions is a welcome trait with me tbh. I love it when new friends poke at me for info about myself. Feels nice to have someone so invested in me that they wanna ask more about me.

Makes it easy to ask more about them too in return. I love it. 

My name’s Padrig! Pronounced like Patrick but like. with less diction.

* i’d say SAME, but... whenever someone asks questions about myself, i usually dunno how to answer. there are some things i’ve forgotten about myself.

* nice name, padrig! don’t think i’ve heard it before.

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corvisceral‌:

Ah yes, the usual city the other frequented in his spare was surprisingly barren of the usual outings and get-togethers but maybe the peace and calm of some of the ambiance or try to seek out something to sate his boredom, but no such thing came about.

Nothing just absolutely VOID of any sort of interest as Reverb just walked close by to walls stained with graffiti until something got his attention ; the other injured on the side of some alleyway.

Sure he could just ignore it seeing how so many smart-asses fake this shit to pull the wool over his eyes but seems like this person didn’t look like one to fake such a thing as he stood near the entrance in case, voice strong but direct to the bloodied other.

❝ HEY ! You alright there, bud ? ❞

Still, the panging side of doubt didn’t stop him as he wanted to make sure that at least this person wasn’t having some FACADE and get them help at least before continuing one with his day.  

Aspen felt their heart rate speed up when the other spoke. Sometimes they really HATED talking. They lifted their head and shook it slowly, gasping before placing a hand onto their wound, attempting to stop the bleeding. 

“Hel...” Their voice was a little raspy. “Help.” 

The teenager slide down the side of the building, choosing to sit down and rest their legs a bit. They wanted to be more of an optimist, but when they had a LITERAL voice in their head always saying they weren’t supposed to exist... yeah, it was difficult. Aspen WANTED to believe that someone wanted to help them, but... 

“Please...” Aspen offered him a weak smile. “Ha... guess I was in... the wrong place at the wrong time.”

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(trying to think of what species i want aspen to be??? not human but-- maybe some sort of shapeshifter,,,,,,)