laugh it off

{ Indie Chara (Undertale) roleplay blog. }

[fiirsthuman-blog]

quick heads up that i’m moving chara over to my multimuse @miindframe!

[finotaisen]

Find out how much you have sinned! - ShindanMaker (en)

[fiirsthuman-blog]

“You have to come out at some point!”

“Try me!” They yelled at the door. “It’s not like I’ll die of starvation, is it? I’ll just-- I’ll just sit in here and--and fade away! Or--or whatever!” 

They sit on the ground in the room, ignoring thebed. They still refuse to think of it as theirs, no matter what Tsuzuki or Hisoka say. 

“I hate it here! I hate it!”

[zeldahakuba-blog]

Send “You have to come out at some point!” for my muse to lock themselves inside their bedroom and refuse to come out.

[musesgonnamuse]

Send my muse a food or a drink and they will have to eat or drink it!

[cottonhide]

i had to draw them

[roxoah]

Guess who started their Genocide run………

[y3ny3nd7]

More doodles nyeh

Done in 25-40 min idk

[shoujo-paradise]

[sorrowscars]

                              @cursemarked, @fiirsthuman

It’d be pretty stupid of him to tell Hisoka not to get upset. Of all the things he could’ve brought home unexpectedly, a child is… a huge commitment, and an even greater one considering that Chara isn’t going to age. They’re dead, just like him, just like his partner. But given Chara’s crimes, he’d feel even worse if the kid was left to Enma’s will — a sentence to Hell, at the very least. And they’re so young. He wouldn’t ever throw them to the wolves like that.

Tsuzuki’s hands are on Chara’s shoulders, standing behind them. He can only hope that seeing the kid will spark some sympathy in Hisoka and he’ll be less angry than he’d be normally.

“Um— this is Chara.” What a stupid way to start. “They don’t have anywhere to go, and… if we turn them away, they’ll be in a lot of danger. I thought maybe they could stay with us.”

Kids need someone to look up to. To learn from. Tsuzuki had his sister, and he wants to be that for Chara, to teach them why family is so important. It took ages to get Hisoka to warm to him. He knows it’ll probably take even longer with someone like Chara.

“Please.” His hands tighten protectively on Chara’s shoulders. “They’re so young, and no one else would be willing to look after them.“

It doesn’t occur to him that they’d essentially be parenting the kid. It’s more like… long-term babysitting. On a permanent basis.

[cursemarked]

Of course, Hisoka is upset. Not only has Tsuzuki found someone and brought them home (without telling him, without making sure he allowed it) but the person now knows where they live and are thus dangerous to them.  Even if they don’t know they’re dead, it’s only a matter of time before it gets out, and then they will have to move.

He doesn’t think so because of Chara personally. He distrusts everyone equally. They’re just the latest victim of his contempt.

“Why would they be in danger?” he asks suspiciously, looking pointedly at the child. Tsuzuki better have a good reason for opening their home to someone without asking him.

[fiirsthuman-blog]

They think they should be used to feeling trapped by now. They’d felt trapped when they were alive, even when finding a family that loved and cared for them, and they feel trapped now. The hands on their shoulders might as well be a noose.

Tsuzuki’s--hopefulness?--makes it worse; makes them feel nervous almost. They don’t want to be there. That they are, and that they’ve had no choice in it is something they can be angry about, and they’re quick to grab onto that feeling. It is, at least, more familiar than the nervousness. They know what to do with anger.

And they think they know what to do to put a stop to this.

They put on their sweetest smile, and force themselves to relax with those hands on their shoulders. “He doesn’t want me to go to hell,” they say brightly. “Right?” They turn their head slightly to look back at Tsuzuki. “How many people did I kill? Three? Five? More? I never really kept track.”

{ @sorrowscars }

[regretfulcrimsoneyes-blog]

Bother my muse with really personal questions.

[fiirsthuman-blog]

Random Sentence Starters

"Ouch! That was my foot!"

"Could you get out of my way?"

"Stop it!"

"You look lonely. Want to talk to me?"

"Your nose is red."

"Aw, you're so cute! You know that?"

"Eww, gross!"

"If you touch me again, you're dead."

"Don't eat that!"

"Gosh, you look kinda pale..."

"What is that!?"

"Oh my god, were you shot!?"

"Give me the gun. Now."

"Hello? Anyone in there?"

"Someone said you didn't feel well. You okay?"

"Do you want to cuddle?"

"I demand cuddles."

"You're hair's messed up. Here, let me fix it."

"Ohhh~ Someone's blushing~!"

"I-I-it's so c-cold..."

"It's too hot..."

"I can't...breathe..."

"Help!"

"I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Augh! It hurts!"

"Feel my hands! They're so cold!"

"Stop! I can't run anymore..."

"Are you alright?"

"You look ready to faint."

"You're not serious."

"You want me to what?"

"Grab my hand!"

"Oh god. Oh god. Stay awake. Please stay awake. Stay with me!"

"Careful! You really don't want to fall here."

"Are you insane?"

"I can't allow this."

"I-I can't feel my arms..."

"Why are you all wet?"

"We need to get you to a hospital."

"I....I've been sh-shot..."

"Oh god, why is there so much blood...?"

"I think I'm gonna be sick..."

"Do you think you could make everything stop spinning?"

"I am NOT blushing!"

"Ugh, could you quiet down? My head hurts too much for this noise..."

"Have you been drinking?"

"Thank you. I really wanted someone to throw up on my shoes."

"I've never seen cuts like this..."

"Have you been to the doctor?"

"I think your leg is broken. I'll have to help you walk."

"Don't move!"

"Ouch! I...I think I heard something snap..."

"Don't touch it!"

"Your forehead feels kinda warm..."

"Careful with that! You wouldn't want to cut yourself, would you?"

"Why do you always do that?"

"How can I trust you?"

"You betrayed me! You betrayed everyone!"

"I told you not to kiss me when I was sick!"

"If I beat you and left you for dead, do you really think someone would come for you? They wouldn't."

"You disgust me to the point where looking at you makes me physically ill."

"Please don't go..."

"I can't live without you!"

"I'm sorry."

[angstmemes]

Reblog if your muse has ever committed a crime.

[memeattic]

RP-Meme: These Feelings

Send me ‘Feeling’ and I’ll generate a random number between 1-100 and write a starter in which my muse is feeling… (You can also send me ‘Feeling ⇆’, and my muse will find yours feeling…)

Keep reading

[godtierwallflower]

when you’re needy and your rp partner is around

[fiirsthuman-blog]

📚

“Do you believe in God?” 

They don’t think that they do. Though, it hardly mattered at this point. They were dead, and, if there was a god, they doubted they’d be easily forgiven for their sins. 

[sorrowscars]

Tsuzuki’s smile fades somewhat, and he debates on whether or not to press for further information. He goes for, “That sounds really nice.” He notices the use of the word ‘us’ in that, and imagines Chara must’ve had a sibling, at one time. A family that loved them. He knows he can obviously never replace what was lost, but he hopes Chara feels just as loved as wanted here as they did back then.

The fact that Chara’s talking about it at all is important, and he doesn’t want to lose momentum with that, so he says, “I never had a mom. My sister and I, though, we cooked together all the time.”

He listens to the harsh scrape of the peeler’s blade against the carrot, and with a soft smile, he puts a hand over theirs. “Be gentle,” he instructs them. “You don’t want to break the peeler. Don’t worry, the carrot isn’t going anywhere.” After a pause, he asks, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

[fiirsthuman-blog]

Chara gives a small shrug. It had been nice. They had been the closest thing to a family Chara had ever had, and they had tried very very hard to be happy with them. Happy and normal. But, they had ruined that, hadn’t they? They’d ruined any chance for any of them to completely happy, because they couldn’t be. 

They stare at Tsuzuki’s hand on theirs, stilling their motions. They narrow their eyes slightly, but don’t tell him to move, or pull away. “He liked cooking more than I did,” they say.

“He’s dead.” They mean for that to be the end of it. Something to push Tsuzuki away, because this is too close to familiar and comforting. “It was my fault.”

[cassywinchestertheangel-deactiv]

reblog if you like pizza or you've ever killed someone