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YOU WANT ME TO EXPLAIN SOMETHING…!!! WELL! IT’S NO SURPRISE! THAT YOU WOULD SEEK ONLY THE VERY BEST TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS!
FEEL FREE TO BROWSE THE INNER WORKINGS OF MY MIND!!! IT’S VERY INFORMATIVE.
Alright, I’m not entirely sure on this. I looked through a few reports at the library, and they were pretty confusing, but asking the guy running the counter . . . Lemme just cut to the chase.
You’re not dead, right ?
‘ . . . . ‘
1, 18, 20, 31, 42, and 46!
extensive headcanon meme; accepting ( x )
mom holy fuck.
What does their bedroom look like?
They bunked with other kids their age on the surface. It was four kids to a room, a bookshelf in the corner, a nightlight on either side of the walls. The rooms were bland, but Frisk made the best of their space. Their personal belongings were stuck underneath the bottom bunk in a couple of bags rather than the space that was available to them so they could easily go off exploring whenever The Time Came.
Favorite beverage?
Soda of any kind tbh they’re so unhealthy but just let them live their life.
Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?
No actually they were pretty healthy as a toddler, only a couple of colds here and there but nothing noteworthy.
Most prized possession?
what’s that.
Hobbies?
They used to collect bugs in jars and climb trees, anything athletic and anything that requires they be outside, Frisk will fall in love with. They also love to read fantasy books while out exploring.
Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?
When they were younger it used to be through just plain action without the use of signing, now it’s a mixture of both; they’re unapologetically animated.
THAT LOOK OF UNDYING ADMIRATION ON YOUR FACE…!!!
YOU MUST STILL BE WONDERING HOW YOU MANAGED TO LAND SUCH A GREAT FRIEND LIKE ME!!!
* Oh boy. Oh boy.
Not exactly--no I mean, you’re a great friend ! Of course ! Just, if you would continue being a good friend, and explain something to me I just realized, alright ?
17 & 28!
ask meme; extensive headcanons : accepting ( x )
( i can always count on you :*
Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress.
Before falling into the Ruins, Frisk lived in the foothills where it was relatively cool year-round. There’s not much variation throughout the months–it just goes from being seen in a long sleeve t-shirt to being seen in a sweater. Every once in a while they’re in a t-shirt with a jacket about their waist whenever it’s warm enough for it. They don’t have too much interest in appearance, they’re just looking to be comfortable like any twelve year old should, tbh.
Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?
Frisk didn’t form too many close relationships on the surface to rightfully call someone that ! ! Just kids who were nice to be around and they could relate to before they were adopted eventually. As for the Underground and the true end, they gained recognition and an entire family who I guess can definitely be classified as best friends ? Toriel and Sans are admittedly at the top of the list as they’re the ones who both showed them kindness first.
as far as worst enemy l m a o in all honestly i think. i’m literally just gona say think here because boy it’s late. frisk’s worst enemy will be themself. they don’t think they even have one despite everything that’s happened but uhm that's rough buddy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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Papyrus. Papyrus.
fuck u
do u guys see this shit.
a note ? i guess !
alright kids here’s the deal. there’s over 150 of you that decided to follow me for whatever reason, and in under a month that’s. incredible. unheard of. it’s unheard of to the point i legit have no idea what to do. the few i’ve been able to come in contact with have been nothing short of welcoming and encouraging; it’s also been a reminder that, shit. this fandom is alive and well and it’s not something i’m used to at all.
i can’t exactly make a bias list honestly ( even though this is the number i usually do it. ) it seems weird at this point since i’m new and more than likely no one really knows who i am as a person and as a roleplayer. so i’ll go ahead and take the time to say: if you’re reading this post right now on your dash, thank you so much. whether or not we’re mutuals, you’ve give me the confidence it takes to start building this muse, which i’m finding to be extremely difficult in this case.
i also invite any criticism, any pointers into my inbox--or if you just wanna chat, that’s fine by me ! i want to get to know people here yo.
( also i wanna thank @theundyiing ; ; @didntsparethem ; @callmeplatonically ; @lxzybones ; that one person who sent me a m!a even though i didn’t ask for one but it was still very nice to know people are thinking about me -- for being the first ones to interact through the inbox and beginning threads you guys are the real mvps. )
so yeah. that’s it. happy saturday ! ♦
and don't follow @ikisiu he's a meanie :(
happy thanksgiving from yours truly ! if you’re a filthy capitalist and participating in black friday like i am: be safe, be smart. regular posting will resume through tomorrow and the weekend.
this is a blog that will not judge you based on your ability to be grammatically correct / fluent in the english language. meaning, if you’re having difficulty replying to a thread because of language barriers — i will be 100% empathetic. meaning, i won’t reblog posts critically bashing roleplayers based on their writing style, because i don’t know the struggles that each person goes through in regards to writing. meaning, i won’t nitpick little grammatical errors in your reply.
please don’t ever feel inferior because english is your second language or you have a disability that keeps you from formulating “the perfect sentence.” the fact that you’re trying is enough, and you don’t have to prove anything to anyone.
After you’re done, please like this post once you’ve gone through the rules ! I understand there’s some who cannot send an ask or a ‘password’ of some kind through IM.
To any current followers, if you could do this once you see it, that would be great ! I've had problems on my old blog about followers not following guidelines, so this would be a big help to me.
She shrugged, staring at the burning, blazing remains of what once was her home. Fires were a semi-regular occurrence, but usually it was just confined to the kitchen. That they’d managed to set the entire house ablaze with their passionate was…. impressive, to say the least. This friendship was off to a great start!
“Probably? Maybe? Either way, I’ll just crash on Papyrus’s couch.”
That answer didn’t sit well with them; Papyrus was a great guy, and they were sure he wouldn’t mind, but . . . for how long. And it was kind of their fault too that it was now ablaze. Undyne being cool about it was a relief; the least they could do was help.
❝ I mean . . . we are around a lot of water.❞
❝ Who says we can’t try to put out the fire ourselves ! You and I, we’d be a great team ! There’s streams everywhere, and you can come home sooner.❞
✒︎
send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse; accepting
Even though they playfully flirt and go on silly dates, Frisk has long since decided romance will not be a part of their teen years or ever. They favor adventure over anything, who has time for icky love stuff when there’s an entire world out there to discover.
The kids their age (11-13 age bracket at the orphanage) had already began to dream about marriage and finding the perfect someone before they climbed Mt. Ebott–the idea sounds awful to them. It sounds restricting. Being confined, either figuratively or literally, is one of their biggest fears.
It’s killing you. People keep getting hurt and you just can’t stop it.
❝ When have I ever not kept my word? You’d think after all this time you’d have learned that I have no reason to lie when I’ve nothing to gain from you. Besides, what’s there to even lie about in this case? ❞
There’s a rumble that comes from their stolen throat that sounds something close to a growled out, perverse laugh coated with cruel amusement.
❝ Ohhh so you’re placing the blame on me now? Did you conveniently forget that you’re the one who began the pointless killing that awakened me in the first place? You started the slaughter; I just finished it.
Now . . . all I need is a yes or no. If I were you, I’d decide sooner than later lest this conversation start to bore me and I take the deal back altogether.
Do you really need any further incentive, ally? Accomplice. Comrade. Playmate. Friend.
Maybe you really do like being trapped within your own mind. After all, you do seem to be lacking the ability to take responsibility for your own actions; I wouldn’t be surprised if watching me hurt everyone without any power to stop me gave you a sense of sick comfort in knowing that things are out of your control.
Hmmm? Is that it? ❞
❝ Do you like not having the weight of the world fall atop your shoulders? If that’s so then I’ll gladly keep this body & soul all for myself. ❞
❝ That’s. Not it. That’s not it--not at all--you can’t . . . even . . .
I can’t. I can’t take back what I --❞
They choked--a hiccup in their train of thought. “ I “ was a rare thing to appear in conversation, the concept of ‘ I ‘ had become near foreign while it remained true, that, reminding themself there was an I and not just a ‘you’ and seldom ‘we’ forced them to hesitate. It forced them to hesitate rather than to welcome having a choice in the matter of their continued existence behind the confines of their own mind in open arms. The concept of ‘I’ was both frightening to face and refreshing after so long of not physically having the right to it; the same conversation nearly took place multiple times before this and was aborted on the pure instinct of ‘it wouldn’t change anything.’ The timeline was finished, memories of all but two were gone, the only thing left to defend was ‘I’, even if the ‘I’ in question was irrelevant on the account of one’s choice--up until now.
❝ I was scared, and-- I begged you. I begged you to s t o p. ‘Finished it’ you say. A-as if I just got done taking the lives, of nearly half and you finished, like, like . . like some art project. ❞
Frisk shook their head as if they had the ability to shake off the others’ words, as if their form wasn’t limited to the space they were confined and they could simply preoccupy themself with something else and avoid the accusation that lay at their feet on top of the multitude others they’d already placed onto themself l o n g before now.
However, to defend themself against that, it wasn’t the reason why the other took a moment to strike up this conversation; they weren’t the one who had the upperhand or any sort of power. It made them sick; they could be sick day and night and Chara could still do and say whatever they wanted, so it was best to go ahead and comply if Frisk wanted any kind of benefit at the other end.
Talking with Chara was an activity they began to actively avoid, even though it was literally the only thing they could do besides watch each and every passing day through their eyes with words and actions they so desperately wanted to make clear were no longer their own. There was no such thing as sleep, normal sensations associated with having a body. To somehow try and focus on making their current situation as bearable as possible seemed much more appealing than talking as it always led near the same type of torment. The kind of torment that caused what could be defined as Frisk to draw back and, for the first time in their existence, become silent unless provoked; and the times they found the nerve they were born with, they just spiraled into a sputtering mess and they were about to do it again.
They scoffed, bit their tongue, and let their voice fall but didn’t await the prodding that usually came afterwards.
❝ Yes. ❞
❝ I’ll. . . I’ll do it. Whatever it is. I’ll do it. . . . just know . . that isn’t the case at all. You can’t blame me for not saying yes right away. I. Just want my body back. ❞
The very idea of finally explaining the time spent on the surface world, to finally be able to indulge in rest, to once again, for a little while, be able to sit down and speak and not be drowned out. To move, to feel the world around them--it filled them with a want, it filled them with additional hope.
❝ I’ll do anything, to be with my friends again--anything. ❞
midas is king and he holds me so tight. and turns me to gold in the sunlight. this (soul) is a gift.
i trust him:
Getting that kind of reaction makes these jokes worth telling them. His eye sockets shine with delight and anticipation, hoping that deep down Frisk would return with a pun just as cheesy as he had just used.
When the child begins to speak, he can practically feel the pun coming on. Hands in pockets, Sans rocks on the heels of his slippers before the punchline is delivered and he breaks out into laughter.
“ You’re learning kid, you’re learning. ”
❝What can I say ? I’m learning from the best after all !❞
❝ Heh, and who knows ? ❞They placed a hand over their heart, continuing with the sureness of the sun in their voice, ❝One day I may be as good as you ! Say, you don’t have anyone here who can best you in Snowdin I think. . .❞
They shrugged their shoulders, feigning the confidence of someone who’s been perfecting the art of verbal kickball, delivering the punchline with the exact same precision as he. It was quite the challenge, but they could easily fake it until one got the seal of approval from the one and only.
> ❝ Don’t you think it’s time for some competition ? ❞
