Determined Daredevil

An ask/RP blog for a Post-Pacifist Frisk nicknamed Riskie. Affiliated with WildAsWeed

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-- riskyfriskforever posted:

here you go take the one (1) photo where i do not actually squint

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Deliam stopped by their door when he heard their silent voice. 

His mind clicking over to a new track, a new train of thought. What was that song? Had he had heard it before…? Standing out there for a second longer in order to recognize the song’s, he abruptly burst out the lyrics with his own voice when they came to him at last.

Deliam was not a man of subtlety, nor was volume a care he thought much of when music was involved. Swinging the door open and inviting himself into their room to sing the next verse with them. 

‘’Oh, tell us are you big or small? — To try this one or try them all? — It’s such a long, long way to fall, Alice, Alice — oh, Alice…!’’ 

His voice broke at the end, trying to reach the higher notes but with little care as he, oh so, haphazardly got into their bed. Making himself well at home, whether they wanted him to, if it was convenient or not. 

The end of his tail twitching with delight and a grin plastered on his face. ‘’Hi.’’

Well, that is a way to make an entrance, but it surely is not the best one.

Riskie, sitting quietly on their bed, and a cat, half-asleep in their lap, both jumped up in an apparent attempt to flee ---- towards the ceiling to cling to the lamp and hang from it in relative safety ---- before they could recognise the demon. And get properly annoyed at him.

“Dude  ---- oh my god. You almost killed me. You wanna kill me ---- for reals, man? You wanna make your sib die?”

A pillow landed on Deliam’s grinning face as the kid proclaimed “I will fucking strangle you, you little man” with far more genuine adoration than you’d think to find in that phrase. ...They did take it away after a few seconds, though, because, well, they were not a brother murderer. Especially given that the said brother was technically unkillable by definition.

“Listen, you ---- you wrecked my zone. I was in the zone, and you ---- you wrecked it. Into pieces. Dude.” Riskie crossed their arms and pouted, even though they knew well that their well-crafted expression fell on deaf ears ---- or, well, blind eyes. “Not cool. Let a kid sing sometimes.”

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“ why so jumpy, kid? “

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-- loud.

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The house is quiet.

Everyone who could make the floors creak, the clothes rustle, the dishes clank together, the water rush and sizzle --- everyone is gone. Only the clocks are ticking as the empty home breathes, stretching out in an array of soft noises every proper old house makes when it is left to its own devices.

And also a quiet voice can be heard, not too steady but soft and clear, coming from Riskie’s room.

“Oh, Alice dear, where have you been ---- so near, so far, so in between, what have you heard, what have you seen, Alice, Alice ---- oh, Alice...”

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-- lyrics starter call! here’s hoping i will not forget about this one.

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“ In this house we ---- respect and fear turkeys. ”

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“If I see the food why not eat the food?”

“ …Sure? ”

The kid does not see the problem here at all. You see it? You eat it. That easy. As long as it is not theirs, because then —- sorry, but you are forbidden from it. They never share sweeties unless you are their closest family or have saved their life at least three times.

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"Singing in the shower is all fun and games until you get shampoo in your mouth. Then it just becomes a soap opera."

“ Pfft —- yeah, I guess it does! Though —- fun fact. ”

Riskie snorts at the memory and grins, as if it was the best thing they have ever done.

“ So, I never was —- a smartie, right? But when I was, like, real small —- I was a real dumbass. Okay? An’ once I ate Ma’s shampoo. Listen! It smelled like —- strawberries. I couldn’ know it wasn’ a snack. So — like, I take a biiiiig gulp o’ the stuff, right? And it is bad. And I start cryin’. But it still smells —- great. And I think, but maybe it is somehow a snack now? So I take another biiiig gulp. And it is still bad. And I am cryin’ harder. And I still keep drinkin’ it. Like I said! The small me was a —- real dumb kid. ”

“ When Ma came home —- man, she was pi-issed. And also she laughed her ass off ‘cause —- I started hiccupin’, and it turned into bubbles. I still remember it. Me sittin’ there all bubbly and cryin’, and her just losin’ her shit at me. Hehehe! ”

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“I was too lazy to pull up the second leg of my pants so it’s just hanging now.” --- Deliam

Riskie looks at their big bro incredulously, noting his definite original style. Bold choices, indeed; it almost looks like a second tail. Or a weird veil. Or, well, like the epitome of being lazy and not giving a fuck.

Then they look down at themselves – sitting in one sock (with its liberated brother elsewhere – on a quest of finding his place in the world, perhaps), in a half shrugged-off school vest, and somehow still in their warm coat. Their scarf is on the lamp, somehow. They have zero idea how it ended up there. The lamp is dressed the best, out of all the people (and demons) in the room.

“ Dude. Hard same. Decency is – tirin’. And overrated. ”

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“You should get a PhD in memeology.”

“ Don’ need one. I was, like, born with the paper in my – baby hands. Like a blessin’. Only better. ”

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Bibi&Socks Fast/Last Food Edition - Starters

Press F to pay your respects.

“You laugh with me, ___” // “Yeah, I laugh with you, with the state you’re in.”

“I can’t even pretend I can’t hear you anymore, you’re like this annoying voice in my head.”

“I love pumpkins and I love sweet potato and you’re a disgusting person.”

“You don’t like sweet potatoes, you don’t like tuna and you like all that healthy food like salads, you disgusting person." 

“Seriously, fuck me, I would do a school-shooting for you.”

“Can I take you to bed with me?” / “It’s not like we haven’t done that before.”

“3am and you’re eating cold noodles, good job.”

"I’m also not wearing pants.”

“If I see the food why not eat the food?”

“You’re ruining your fucking life by eating healthy.”

“I loved the little spasm before you hung up.”

“I was too lazy to pull up the second leg of my pants so it’s just hanging now.”

“Can disabled people even hang themselves?”

“I think I just gave myself another mental disorder.”

"Did you seriously just eat cold noodles, drink cola AND drink milk?”

“I also just eat pickles from the jar, sometimes.”

“Food is the only good thing in my life! I need the food and you know it.”

“I need food more than I need you, ____.”

“If I poop my pants it’s not even because I couldn’t help it it’s just because I was too lazy to go to the toilet.”

“I will give you my depression and anxiety.” / “Do you accept returns?”

“Oh man what would I do if I was your ghost and I was haunting you all the time?” / “Probably scream at me not to boil my eggs in water.”

“___ are you pregano?”

“What is love? Baby don’t sleep without me, don’t sleep without me, no more..”

“Wow, old memes have come back to haunt us.”

“You should get a PhD in memeology.”

“I don’t become gay for people who can’t appreciate good food.”

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-- just a little headcanon: Riskie is not big on head pats, hair ruffles and their like. If you are not a close family member/trusted friend, they will not let you touch their hair at all. Pulling on their hair will lead to a reaction varying from anxiety and uncomfortableness to a panic attack, so do Not. This is the whole reason for them cutting their hair very short, too.

However, if they trust you enough, they will hesitantly allow you to play with their hair. It is fairly soft and pettable.

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“ It’s me! ”

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new m!a !!! for when this one’s passed ? riskie becomes a skeleton for spooktober, however long they’d like :o

The kid is still nestled in their bed, toasty and soft (thanks to several layers of blankets). They have stopped sneezing somewhere during the night, so it seems, but the amount of sleep they got is nonetheless tiny. They wake up at the sound of their alarm clock, groaning, and blindly smack the floor near their bed until they find their phone and try to turn it off.

Yet, for some reason, as soon as they pick it up, it slides out of their fingers and lands back on the floor with a loud clank.

Riskie blinks and makes another attempt, still not making a move to get outside from their blanket pile. And once again, their screaming phone somehow slips away.

The kid finally reluctantly peels off the blanket and stares at their hands with not a little annoyance - and then screams.

Their hands are made of bone.

“ YESSSSSSSS!!! ”

Finally you are learning something, grey faces!

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M!A: You now have the feeling like you need to sneeze, but every time you do sneeze, the feeling gets worse. This lasts for one (1) day.

It strikes just as Riskie is getting ready for school. Suddenly, there is the proverbial grey being... but the kid's eyes widen at their words. No, they did not get turned into a skeleton. Which they asked for, specifically. That was much worse. Much, much worse. They sneeze for the first time and growl.

" ...th' fuck???? The fuck?! The everlovin' fuck did you jus' - achoo - do?!?! "

The child is now violently sneezing, with tears in their eyes. They barely see anything, and they cannot even properly breathe in. Their nose is already red and puffy. Great. Just great.

" ...My child? "

Riskie turns around to look at Toriel, their face miserable and scrunched up, still sneezing too hard to utter a word. The boss monster's hands fly to her mouth in silent shock.

" ...Oh dear... Frisk, sweetie, are you okay? What happened? Do you feel sick? Please tell me. "

Her only answer is more sneezes. Riskie's chest burns at this point; they do not feel well at all, and they cannot even explain anything. Which sucks.

They decide they really do not like grey beings, after all.

Toriel looks panicked now, and not a little pale - she did not have the best experience with sick human children, after all. She wordlessly picks her child up, muttering reassurances to them, and carries them to their bed despite their weak protests. 

At least it could be worse, Riskie thinks as they lie in bed with some warm tea and pie at their side, watching old Dysney cartoons instead of sitting in school and dying of boredom. 

They still don't like this. But oh, well.

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Stands tall. Arms spread. Brows knitted.

“ Where'r those grey mugs at!!! Make me - s'mthin’!!! Preferably a skeleton thank you very much. ”