#| ❝ UNBRIDLED OPTIMISM ❞ | ~ Prewar Verse

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❝IT APPEARS YOU HAVE REACHED❞ ❝AN END.❞

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Um, can you promise, if you ever accidentally create two small skeletons, to not torture them and lock them up in an empty cell and tell them they are things, not people, and drill and cut their bones in an attempt to study them? Just in case, you know.

                “🕆☟💣📬 ☜✠👍🕆💧☜ 💣☜✏✍ ��☟✡ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ✋ ☜✞☜☼ 👎⚐ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ☹✋😐☜ ❄☟✌❄✏✍ 👎📫👎⚐ ✋ 👎⚐ ❄☟✌❄ ✋☠ ❄☟☜ ☞🕆❄🕆☼☜✍ 🕈☟✡ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ✋ 👎⚐ ❄☟✌❄✍ ✋ ☺🕆💧❄ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ ☟☜☹🏱 🏱☜⚐🏱☹☜📫 ✋ 👎⚐☠’❄ 🕆☠👎☜☼💧❄✌☠👎📫”

                “Uhm. Excuse me!? Why would I ever do something like that!? D-Do I do that in the future?!? Why would I do that? I just want to help people- I don’t understand-”

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Is that you?

Send “Is that you?” to find my adult muse as a child.

                “☟☜✡ 💣✋💧❄☜☼📪 💣✋💧❄☜☼📪 👍✌☠ ✡⚐🕆 ☟☜☹🏱 💣☜✍”

                “Hey mister, mister, can you help me?”

He smiles nervously, his fingers weaved together at chest level, looking up at the human. Wing Din saw the human with two other skeletons earlier, but he was too scared to approach then.

He’s still scared now, but he doesn’t know who else to approach. Nothing really is making sense right now, and he has no idea where he is.

                “✋📫 ✋ ❄☟✋☠😐 ✋’💣 ☹⚐💧❄✍ 👍✌☠ ✡⚐🕆 ❄☜☹☹ 💣☜ ☟⚐🕈 ❄⚐ ☝☜❄ ❄⚐ 💧😐✡💧❄☜✌👎✍”

                “I- I think I’m lost? Can you tell me how to get to Skystead?”

He’s seen a few signs indicating that this is… Ebott City, so he should be close to his home, but… this… city is like nothing he’s ever see before. 

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How would Wing Din as a child react to the things that Gaster’s done?

                “… 🕈☟✌❄ 💧⚐☼❄ ⚐☞… ❄☟✋☠☝💧 👎⚐☜💧 💣✡ ☞🕆❄🕆☼☜ 💧☜☹☞ 👎⚐✍”

                “… What sort of… things does my future self do?”

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✨ What do you want to do when you grow up?

Send a ✨ and a question to the child version of my muse!

              “📬📬📬 ⚐☟ ☝⚐⚐👎☠☜💧💧📪 ✋ 💣☜✌☠📪 ✋ 😐☠⚐🕈 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 👎⚐📪 👌🕆❄ ✋❄’💧 ✌ ☹✋❄❄☹☜ ☟✌☼👎 ❄⚐ 🏱🕆❄ ✋☠❄⚐ 🕈⚐☼👎💧✍ 🕆☟💣💣📬📬📬”

              “… Oh goodness, I mean, I know what I want to do, but it’s a little hard to put into words? Uhmm…”

The young skeleton trails off for a moment, thinking to himself.

              “✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 💧❄🕆👎✡ ☠✌❄🕆☼✌☹ 🏱☟✋☹⚐💧⚐🏱☟✡ ✌☠👎 💣☜👎✋👍✋☠☜📪 ❄☟☜☠ ✌🏱🏱☹✡ 🕈☟✌❄ ✋ ☹☜✌☼☠ ❄⚐ ❄☼✡ ✌☠👎 💣✌😐☜ ⚐🕆☼ 🕈⚐☼☹👎 ✌ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ 🏱☹✌👍☜ 👌✡ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ 😐☠⚐🕈✋☠☝ ☟⚐🕈 ✋❄ ✌☹☹ ☠✌❄🕆☼✌☹☹✡ 🕈⚐☼😐💧📪 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈✍”

              “I want to study Natural Philosophy and Medicine, then apply what I learn to try and make our world a better place by better knowing how it all naturally works, you know?” 

He lets out a soft laugh, smiling brightly.

              “✋ ☝🕆☜💧💧 ✋ 👍⚐🕆☹👎’✞☜ ☺🕆💧❄ 💧✌✋👎 ✋ 🕈✌☠❄ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ✌ 💣☜👎✋👍📪 ☟🕆☟✍”

              “I guess I could’ve just said I want to be a medic, huh?”

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✨ Where did you get that scarf?

Send a ✨ and a question to the child version of my muse!

              “💣✡ 💧👍✌☼☞✍ 💣✡ 💣⚐💣 ✌👍❄🕆✌☹☹✡ 💣✌👎☜ ✋❄ ☞⚐☼ 💣☜✏ 🕈☜ 👍⚐🕆☹👎 ☟✌✞☜ ☟✌👎 ✌ ❄✌✋☹⚐☼ 💣✌😐☜📪 👌🕆❄ 💧☟☜ 🕈✌💧 💧🕆☼☜ 💧☟☜ 👍⚐🕆☹👎 ✌☠👎 💧☟☜ 👎✋👎✏ 💧☟☜ ☜✞☜☠ 💧☜🕈☜👎 💣✡ ✋☠✋❄✋✌☹💧 ⚐☠ ⚐☠☜ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ ☜☠👎💧📬 ✋ ☟✌✞☜ ✌ ☹⚐❄ ⚐☞ 💧👍✌☼✞☜💧📪 👌🕆❄ ❄☟✋💧 ⚐☠☜ ✋💧 💣✡ ☞✌✞⚐☼✋❄☜✏”

              “My scarf? My mom actually made it for me! We could have had a tailor make, but she was sure she could and she did! She even sewed my initials on one of the ends. I have a lot of scarves, but this one is my favorite!”

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Don't chase the rabbit.

Send me “Don’t chase the rabbit” and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse’s past.

Idk how Vi is seeing one of Gaster’s memories but have this bittersweet mess

The view of the city from up here in the tallest tower of Dreemur castle breathtaking, with the sunset lighting the brewing stormclouds in the distance aflame, and the city sprawled of between them and the horizon, eventually fading away into just wooden cottages and then mountain range around them.

But Wing Din isn’t look out over the city, or even the book held loosely in his hands. His gaze is on his companion. Asgore is leaning in the window frame, just staring out at the beautiful view that Wing Din is mostly ignoring.

The sunset’s light turns Asgore’s white fur into shades of gold, and something about it is just… Wing Din can’t take his eyes off his friend.

              “Are you sure you’re okay?” Asgores says, looking away from the view at Wing Din. 

It takes Wing Din a moment to realise he was spoken to, and his eye takes on a pink glow of embarrassment at having been staring at Asgore as long as he was.

He’s caught himself doing that a lot lately. Then he realises what Asgore actually said, and that glow quickly shifts to purple before he forces it away entirely.

              “✋📫 ✋ ❄☼✡ ☠⚐❄ ❄⚐ ❄☟✋☠😐 ✌👌⚐🕆❄ ✋❄📬”

              “I- I try not to think about it.”

He answers softly, closing his book and hugging it close. It’s been a few months now, but his sister’s death is still very, very fresh. The only times it’s not on his mind is when he’s alone with Asgore like this.

Being around his oldest friend like this makes all the world’s problems seem a little smaller. It lets him forget the hurt that weighs on his very soul most of the time.

Immediately, Asgore pulls him into a hug- one of many he’s gotten from his friend recently, and he just sighs leaning into it.

              “You don’t have to pretend everything is okay with me, Wings, okay?”

Wing Din just barely stops himself from saying but it is okay with you. Something about admitting that feels… wrong.

              “✌💧☝⚐☼☜📪 ✋📫”

              “Asgore, I-”

He gently pulls out of the hug, his gaze fixed on the stone floor. How can he tell his friend not to worry about him when he’s not fine. Not really. He’s barely been able to make himself continue with his studies, and that’s only with endless support from his father and Asgore as is. 

He’s in no place to tell his friend to not worry.

But he really doesn’t want to be a burden to Asgore. He feels like if he’s sad it will just drag Asgore down and make him sad… It’s hardly a rational way of thinking…

Asgore gently cups his chin, and tilts his head up to look at him.

              “Listen to me, Wing Din. You don’t have to hide that you’re hurting. That was an awful thing you went through. It’s only natural that you’re not okay.”

Wing Din can’t quite catch a breath, just staring up at Asgore.

Then a soft sob comes, and he falls into Asgore’s arms and he starts crying.

He was- He was fine, here with Asgore, but that compassion, that reassurance that it’s only natural for him to be hurting… it broke through his emotional walls and it all hits him again.

Even still, he at least feels safe, here in Asgore’s arms. With Asgore, nothing could ever get any worse.

It’s… It’s been that way with Asgore as long as he can remember. His friend is probably the most important person in his life. Has been for years. Just being around Asgore makes him happier.

His sobs taper off, but he doesn’t pull away from Asgore again, just keeping his face buried in Asgore’s chest. He doesn’t want to pull away and lose this contact with him. He never wants to lose this. Ever.

…

Oh.

…He’s in love with Asgore.

He’s very still, not moving away as that realization sinks in.

He’s in love with his best friend. His best friend who is taken. By another dear friend of his. 

It’s fine. He doesn’t need to say anything. He doesn’t need to ruin what they already have.

He needs Asgore’s endless support more than ever, and it wouldn’t do any good to get overly complicated feelings tangled up with their friendship. It would just make everything worse.

Pulling away, he wipes at his eyes and mutters a thank you to Asgore.

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full moon, ponder, 11-11.

LATE NIGHT SELF REFLECTIVE ASKS 🌙

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

              “✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎✡︎🏱︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎💧︎ ⚐︎❄︎☟︎☜︎☼︎💧︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎☹︎👎︎ ✌︎ 👌︎☜︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎ 🏱︎☹︎✌︎👍︎☜︎✏︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎☠︎☝︎💧︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎ ☼︎☜︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎ ❄︎⚐︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎👌︎☜︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎☜︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎👍︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✋︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✋︎💣︎🏱︎☼︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 🕈︎⚐︎☼︎☹︎👎︎✏︎”

              “I want to be the type of person who helps others and makes the world a better place! Things are really tough right now, but I know I can help people, and maybe even make discoveries that will improve the world!”

              “❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎✡︎🏱︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎☜︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☝︎☜︎❄︎ 🕆︎💧︎ ✌︎☹︎☹︎ ☞︎☼︎☜︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ☞︎☼︎⚐︎💣︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 😐︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎. ❄︎☟︎☜︎ ❄︎✡︎🏱︎☜︎ ⚐︎☞︎ 🏱︎☜︎☼︎💧︎⚐︎☠︎ 🕈︎☟︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎💧︎ ☠︎☜︎☜︎👎︎☜︎👎︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎📪︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎❄︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎ ☞︎☜︎🕈︎. ☜︎✞︎☜︎☠︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎❄︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎💧︎ 💣︎✡︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎.”

              “The type of person who can do whatever it takes to get us all free, and to spare Asgore from ever having to kill again. The type of person who do whatever is needed for the many, even if it hurts a few. Even if it hurts myself.”

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

              “✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☜︎ ✌︎ 👎︎⚐︎👍︎❄︎⚐︎☼︎. ⚐︎☼︎ ✌︎ 💧︎👍︎✋︎☜︎☠︎❄︎✋︎💧︎❄︎. ⚐︎☼︎ 👌︎⚐︎❄︎☟︎📪︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎✏︎ ✋︎ ☹︎⚐︎✞︎☜︎ 💧︎👍︎✋︎☜︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎☜︎👎︎✋︎👍︎✋︎☠︎☜︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎ 🏱︎☜︎⚐︎🏱︎☹︎☜︎ ✋︎☠︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 🕈︎✌︎✡︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎📪︎ ✌︎☠︎👎︎ ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎ 👍︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎✡︎ 🏱︎✌︎💧︎💧︎✋︎⚐︎☠︎💧︎📪︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ 🕈︎⚐︎🕆︎☹︎👎︎ 👌︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎☜︎💧︎❄︎✏︎”

              “I want to be a Doctor. Or a Scientist. Or both, if I could! I love science and medicine, and I want to help people in every way I can, and if I could with my passions, that would be the best!”

              “✋︎ 👎︎⚐︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 🏱︎⚐︎☠︎👎︎☜︎☼︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ 🕈︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ 💣︎✡︎ ☞︎🕆︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎. ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ ✋︎💣︎✌︎☝︎✋︎☠︎☜︎ ✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ⚐︎☞︎ ⚐︎☠︎☜︎📪︎ ⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎✌︎☼︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👌︎☼︎⚐︎😐︎☜︎☠︎. ✌︎☠︎👎︎ 👌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎😐︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎✌︎☼︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☼︎ ✋︎💧︎ 💣︎✡︎ ⚐︎☠︎☹︎✡︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎☜︎☼︎💣︎ ☝︎⚐︎✌︎☹︎ ☼︎✋︎☝︎☟︎❄︎ ☠︎⚐︎🕈︎. ✋︎☞︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ 💧︎🏱︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎ 🏱︎✌︎✋︎☠︎📪︎ 💣︎✡︎ ☞︎🕆︎❄︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ 👎︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎☠︎❼︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎❄︎❄︎☜︎☼︎.”

              “I don’t have time to ponder what I want to do with my future. I can’t imagine I have much of one, once the barrier is broken. And breaking the barrier is my only long term goal right now. If I can spare Asgore any pain, my future doesn’t matter.” 

11-11: what’s something you want, but feel like you will never have?

              “✌︎💧︎☝︎⚐︎☼︎☜︎❼︎💧︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎☠︎☜︎💧︎💧︎ ⚐︎☠︎👍︎☜︎ ✋︎ ☞︎✋︎☝︎🕆︎☼︎☜︎ ⚐︎🕆︎❄︎ ☟︎⚐︎🕈︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👌︎☼︎☜︎✌︎😐︎ ❄︎☟︎☜︎ 👌︎✌︎☼︎☼︎✋︎☜︎☼︎. ✋︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☟︎☜︎❼︎👎︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ 👌︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎✋︎☠︎☝︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎👍︎👍︎☜︎🏱︎❄︎ 🕈︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎❼︎✞︎☜︎ 👎︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎📪︎ 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ☹︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎📪︎ 💧︎⚐︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ✌︎💧︎ ☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ☝︎⚐︎☜︎💧︎ ☞︎☼︎☜︎☜︎. ☟︎☜︎❼︎☹︎☹︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎☝︎✋︎✞︎☜︎ 💣︎☜︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ ✋︎❄︎. 👌︎🕆︎❄︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎❼︎💧︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎☜︎. ✌︎💧︎ ☹︎⚐︎☠︎☝︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ ☟︎☜︎ ☠︎☜︎✞︎☜︎☼︎ ☟︎✌︎💧︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ☟︎🕆︎☼︎❄︎ ✌︎☠︎✡︎⚐︎☠︎☜︎ ✌︎☝︎✌︎✋︎☠︎.”

              “Asgore’s forgiveness once I figure out how to break the barrier. I know he’d never be willing to accept what I’ve done to do that, but I can live with that, so long as everyone goes free. He’ll never forgive me for it. But that’s fine. As long has he never has to hurt anyone again.”

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😭

Send 😭 to meet my muse as a lost child

Wing Din is lost. Hopelessly so.

He got separated from his father, and from Asgore, and he got swept away into the crowd, tiny as he is. 

He’s a little small for his age, and is thin and spindly, even as far as skeletons go. 

The crowd is gone now, and he’s alone. So very alone.

He’s never been somewhere so… empty before.  Not like this. He doesn’t know where he’s at; just that it’s not his home. That’s he’s never ever been here, in this deserted snow covered forest, before. 

He’s scared.

Walking with his gaze fixed on the snowy ground before him, Wing Din almost doesn’t notice the human until he almost runs into them.

              “⚐︎☟︎✏︎ ✋︎❼︎💣︎ 💧︎📫︎💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎✏︎”

              “Oh! I’m s-sorry!”

He quickly signs the words with his actual hands, not trusting himself to try and cast the spell his dad taught him without his dad being here. 

The human he almost ran into is a kid, just like him. 

              “🕆︎☟︎💣︎. 👎︎⚐︎📫︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ 🕈︎☟︎☜︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎☜︎ ✌︎☼︎☜︎✍︎”

              “Uhm. Do- Do you know where we are?”

He smiles nervously, his working eye taking on a slight white glow, betraying his anxiety for anyone who knows what a skeleton’s different eye glowing means.

He just hopes the human knows sign language. He doesn’t think he’d be able to make himself talk in Aster right now. It’s so hard for him, and with how scared he feels it’d be even harder.

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