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idk-kun

wip of a Frisk and Chara I’ll work on later

#blood //#injury //#♡ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰᵗ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ⁾ FRISK.#♡ ⁽ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃᶰᵗ ᵏᶤˡˡ ᵐᵉ⁾ CHARA.#♡ ⁽ʳᵒᵃᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˡᶤᶰᵉˢ⁾ QUEUE.

raisedbetter-blog

I’m something DANGEROUS; with g u n p o w d e r in my VEINS and DAGGERS in my g a z e

I’m a l i v i n g WEAPON — a t i c k i n g TIMEBOMB — and you can’t DISARM me

#♡ ⁽ᵐʸ ˢᵏᵘˡˡˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ⁾ MUSINGS.#♡ ⁽ʳᵒᵃᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˡᶤᶰᵉˢ⁾ QUEUE.

firesofwar-blog1

@fontesq

❛ a meal or a drink, sans? ❜

he sets his rag down, tilting his head in inquiry as sans seats himself at the bar.

fontesq-blog

‘ a drink’s fine, grillby. ’

Were Sans to be honest, he’d almost be surprised that the elemental hasn’t said anything about his new... form. It’s rather strange to see, and, considering it’s rare that he visits the little town’s restaurant, especially as of the past year, he was expecting some type of... well, inquiry. Maybe confusion, maybe fear, maybe even asking who he is. Though, he hasn’t changed all that much, so perhaps those extremes could be eliminated.

‘ n’fact, i’d actually like alcohol this time. ’

#firesofwar #finally. i get to my replies./.. when i should be working =)#♡ ⁽ᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶤˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ⁾ v. main.#alcohol ment //

derangcdarchive-blog

Send me “HC” + a word and I’llwrite a headcanon about it.

#♡ ⁽ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷᶰ ʳᶤˢᵏ⁾ MEMES.

@teatroubled requested a starter

‘ i’m not sure what to say, kid. other than ‘they’re gonna be so freakin’ pissed at you’ of course but that’s not the adult thing to say here. ’

#♡ ⁽ᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶤˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ⁾ v. main.#teatroubled #me: references my own blog

@megaloovania requested a starter

‘ hey, quick question, uh--- ’ He needs to find a nickname for his so similar, yet so different alternate one of these days. ‘ do you know anything about the idea of uh soulbonding? ’

#this is relevant in a way i cannot explain quite yet here #megaloovania #♡ ⁽ᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶤˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ⁾ v. main.

Like for a starter~

#♡ ⁽ᵈᵒᵘᵇˡᵉ ᵐᵃʲᵒʳ ᶤᶰ ˢʰᶤᵗ ᵗᵃˡᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ⁾ OUT OF.

littlemusingthings

i’m still cold. i’m f r e e z i n g c o l d, all the time.

#♡ ⁽ᵐʸ ˢᵏᵘˡˡˢ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈᵉᵈ ᶠᵒʳ ᵇᵉᶤᶰᵍ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ⁾ MUSINGS.#♡ ⁽ʳᵒᵃᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗᶤᵐᵉˡᶤᶰᵉˢ⁾ QUEUE.

* wiingdiing

gaster manages to stop himself before sliding into the attack. he needs to catch his breath, regain his composure before he tries to counter. he finds himself heaving while the bones surround him. he needs to salvage this–but how?

keep. sans. talking.

✱ HOW PATHETIC. ✱ YOU RELY ON CHILDREN TO EMPOWER YOU. ✱ THE SOULS OF CHILDREN YOUR OWN KIND REAPED! ✱ IF I RECALL, I THINK I MIGHT HAVE BEEN RESPONSIBLE FOR ONE OF THOSE PRECIOUS LITTLE SOULS!

he laughs and begins to rise, though his form is more gooey and amorphous than before. he’s hardly even recognizable.

✱ AND HERE YOU STAND, WITH STOLEN POWER– ✱ WHAT PURPOSE DO YOU EVEN SERVE NOW, MY BOY? ✱ YOU WANDER AN EMPTY WORLD! ✱ YOU CAN’T EVEN FUNCTION WITHOUT DETERMINATION. ✱ OH YES. ✱ I KNOW.

Content with listening to the erased man’s drivel, obviously trying to keep him from continuing to move, despite how he was constantly on his feet, still moving, still shifting so he could have an upper hand on Gaster at every moment, just in case he decided to try something. But then he spoke of determination and Sans faltered as he kept searching. Don’t stop now, Chara spoke to him, you’re better now. Don’t let him talk you down.

‘ i’m functioning right now, aren’t i? i think yer phrasing is a bit off. ’

Magic flips to yellow ‘pon a mere blink, and he couldn’t help but give a small bout of laughter. Gaster was trying to talk him into staying, or at least insulting him and demotivating him enough to make him angry or upset so he would stay. If he hadn’t been trapped inside a body unfit for any life, let alone five and a half lives, he would have gotten such a way. he would have gotten mad, lunging away from his spot furthest from the being who tried so hard - too hard to play n i c e that he only came off SUSPICIOUS.

‘ watch yourself, gaster. ’

#wiingdiing #♡ ⁽ᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶤˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ⁾ v. main.

* megaloovania

As much as he hated talking about it–he was the one who brought it up, after all. Apart of him–or maybe it was just the kids thinking this who thought that this alternate should hear his side of the story. Maybe then he’d realize what not to do if he ever had the chance to go back && fix his actions. Even though…even in this form, Sans had no idea what to do. Alphys was still working on repairing the DT Extractor, so all he could simply do was wait. Inhaling did he gently rest a hand on the red SOUL that seemed to be glowing a bit brighter as usual.

Frisk was afraid…knowing he’d talk about their death again. *𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒 𝕓𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕜. There he went..talking to the souls again. Gazing back down at his smaller alternate did he begin his story head on. No backing away now. *𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕒 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕙 ℝ𝔼𝕊𝔼𝕋 *𝕚 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕠𝕓𝕥𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕤𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕖 *𝕤𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕚 𝕕𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕕 *𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕚 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕦𝕝 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕤?

It’s gonna be alright, Frisk.

The red soul inside him, too, seemed to react to that, only their reaction was to get a bit more nervous before calming down. They had to remember that there was more than one Frisk in all these universes. They had to remember that they were no longer a part of a single timeline, but a speck of something vaguely like Frisk in universe upon universe. So they smiled and ignored the dread that hung like a cape ‘pon small shoulders and allowed themselves to simply listen.

Something inside the depths of his soul shook at the mention of the thought. He had the same thought. He knew he’d have to break the code that was written for him to do what he had thought of, but he didn’t. He allowed the player to kill Papyrus, and then let them slip through his fingers. And he lost his mind when they returned. Against all better wishes, against all of what Frisk had told him, he hadn’t listened. He kept walking, ignored the vines underneath his shoes, and thought he was going to fix everything. But he doesn’t say anything, he simply waits, knowing that anything he could say would only lead to him cutting off his alternate--- and how rude would that be?

#megaloovania #long post //#♡ ⁽ᶤᵛᵉ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵐᶤˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ⁾ v. main.