MiseryTale Chara’s SOUL

Default Mettaton from MiseryTale.

New Year!

Happy new year, all! Hope you enjoyed the holidays. Sorry for the inactivity lately. But I’ve got a lot of stuff in progress and won’t be very active through this month and maybe February, or longer. But after that expect to be spammed with new content, character designs, poems and a whole lot more! (There’s also a small possibility of getting adoptable bitties in the future of Gothic & Gray: Parasites & particular Alternates, but this is being debated. I plan on giving an update on this at the end of the month or so.) Hope you don’t mind the wait & I hope you like what’s to come! 

MiseryTale Angel, Frisk doesn’t exist in this universe due to the fact that Determination never existed here. The Gray Soul, is the trait of Misery is the polar opposite of Determination.

M!T Geno Sans! The Sans from M!T’s Geno Run.

Nickname: Silver

Side Fact: He’s fully loyal to his creator, Indie, even though he knows she made this Run.

Toriel Dreemurr from MiseryTale.

MiseryTale Human Souls.

Star on Stage

Stage lights shine bright,

Notes & beats swirl high,

One, two, three cords hit,

Sharp and repeating tones amplify,

Instruments chime & hum as tunes mix,

His voice echos to their sweet harmony,

He doesn’t hesitate as there’s no note to fix,

Crowds scream, woop and cheer,

They always love what he gives them to hear.

MiseryTale Alphys. The current Royal Scientist for King Asgore.

Dusk Charm

Poem books sat scattered in the high grass,

He felt the soft flow of the words dance through his hind,

Warm winds swirl through the surrounding meadow,

An endless sea of green & gold as far as the eye could see,

Late summer sun slowly dripped in the cyan sky,

Clouds laced with pink & orange,

A jar of mixed berry lemonade dripped on the small torn red-violet blanket,

Small birds swoop into the high blades,

Soft chirps echo through the vast plain,

A long day of writing disappears with the sun.

“Misery”

“Misery” is a thing with scales -

It glides through the mind -

And silence says a thousand words -

And is always there - quietly waiting -

And withers - in the Stillness - quiet nothingness -

And grow maybe in the abyss -

That won’t sway the immense Shadow

That left so few cold -

We’ve seen it in the warmest skies -

And in the most average & plain Lands -

Though - always - on the Core,

They demand a feast - of us.