* determination.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

i don’t rly have motivation for this blog anymore, but if u rly want to talk to me just ??? hmu for skype?

[killerpose-deactivated20160301]

           ❛❛ KNOCK ‘EM DEAD, DARLING! ❜❜

                  ❛❛ no, i’ll knock ‘em over.❜❜

cred.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

mxrderbot.

* pacifisthearted liked your post: ok so i’m still a nervous mess of thin…

[ * Mettaton was literally ripping things apart. He had heard that the human had passed through this area not too long ago, and considering everything he was built for, he was spending a lot of time scavenging areas for the little pest. ]

[ * It was entirely a coincidence for them to actually run into the child. ]

[ * And honestly, at first he was a bit shocked.  ]

              The sound of things being RIPPED APART easily catches their attention, putting them on edge.  They’re worried that whatever’s making this sound will be like nearly everything else they’ve run into in the Underground— out to kill.  They don't like it.

              Once they see Mettaton, they take an instinctive step back.  They don't know whether to run or try to stay and... try and make friends?  They're pretty sure they're being a little too optimistic.

                                    ` uh... i'll just leave and let you keep on doing... whatever you were doing? `

[pacifisthearted-blog]

HC + Monster kid!

                    the monster kid from Snowdin is the first monster that Frisk met that was their own age, and is actually one of the monsters that helped Frisk feel less afraid of the Underground.  just seeing another kid helped them relax for a while and actually have some fun when going through Waterfall.

[shittyrpstartersforpp]

Send me ‘HC’ + a word and I’ll tell you a headcanon about my muse(s) based on it.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

                         * You are filled with DETERMINATION.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

Toriel!

&&.┆┆❥ : pacifisthearted​.

    ❛ Good evening, my child. ❜

Her lyrical voice is a kind hum as she

looks up from the well-aged pages of

one of her volumes from her home-made

library (snail facts again, no doubt) at

the child at the bottom of the stairs. Toriel

always went to bed later then Frisk, for

she loved nothing more than an hour or

two of night reading by the fireplace. It

felt, well, homely. But, even so, she would

never mind if they came down to join her.

She gives the child a smile of a mother’s

love as she neatly rests the open book upon

her lap to address them.

    ❛ Can you not sleep? You are usually

      ‘out like a light’ at this hour. ❜

              They don't find themself unable to sleep very often, so when they find that they're tossing and turning instead of quickly falling asleep like they usually would, they're quick to slip out of bed and shuffle down the stairs to where they know Toriel will be— after all, she always knows what to do!  A quiet little nod is given as a response to her question, followed by them quietly saying,

                                  ` i don't know why... `

[pacifisthearted-blog]

on-a--roll.

@pacifisthearted has entered the bakery!

* [The skeleton at the counter seems to have dozed off into such a fitful slumber, she doesn’t even realize that there’s a customer. Something beyond the bakery, toward the kitchen, also smells as though it might be starting to burn. Oh, dear.]

              Originally they had been tempted to just quietly leave and let the skeleton sleep a little longer, but at the smell of something burning, they panic a little.  They really wouldn't like to have another incident like the one at Undyne's house.

                          ` hey, uh— miss I, um, think something's burning... `

[pacifisthearted-blog]

Mettaton!

*          cue a small huff.

*      ❛ can’t you tell? it’s undercooked!           and i didn’t even need to taste it to           figure that out! ❜

              Frisk looks at the spaghetti for a moment,               and then back to Mettaton.  Then they just               shrug,

                                                   ` it's not that bad... `

[pacifisthearted-blog]

mettaturnon.

“–Put those back!” Not that he could exactly give chase·without legs. Instead, immobile and limbless, he glowers. Or, well. He tries to. The human child looks ridiculous, and it’s pretty entertaining to watch. Despite himself, an amused expression finds its way spreading across his features.·“–Don’t fall, at least.”

              They do not put the legs back as asked, but instead try to do poses, pretending to be Mettaton.  It... does not go well.  Within two poses, they've tipped over and gone crashing into the ground, a short yell leaving them.  This was certainly a mistake and they can't really say that Mettaton hadn't warned them.  For now, though, they'll just continue lying on the ground instead of getting up and dealing with whatever the robot would have to say.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

Impersonate me?

               This time they run out of the room for a moment, returning with a box big enough to fit over their head.  It’s pretty obvious where they’re going with this.  MTT is written in marker at the top, and buttons and lights are drawn beneath the lettering, colored with various markers that they had with them.  When their little art project is done, they climb underneath the box before lifting it up as they stand. 

                They think this is good enough, so they quietly say,    ` look, I’m you! `

[pacifisthearted-blog]

impersonate me

               They immediately pose because the first thing that comes to mind when they think about Mettaton is posing.  So much posing.  They’re slow to think of something to say, the robot’s flamboyant way of speaking a little too much for them to handle, but eventually they do think of something, 

                       ` hello, darlings, `    they’re trying very hard,    ` and welcome to puns with a killer robot! `  And that’s as much as they can get before they burst into a fit of giggles.  The thought of Mettaton making a show just for puns is a pretty amusing one, it turns out.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

IMPERSONATE ME, HUMAN!

               They try to stand big and tall, which… fails considering their small stature.  It’s the thought that counts, though.  They stamp their foot in time to their words as they yell out,  

                               ` Sans!  stop sleeping, you lazybones!! ` 

               They almost wish they had things to make spaghetti with because that would surely make this that much more convincing!  So they actually break character and whisper, as if that makes it better,    ` uh, where’s the stuff to make spaghetti, i wanna make this as good as possible! `

[myaskboxmemes]

Send "impersonate me" for my muse to do a impersonation of yours.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

                                                             @mettaturnon

               It was probably a mistake to allow Frisk to be around while Mettaton was getting repairs because as soon as his legs are off, they snatch them away, using them as a “replacement” for their own legs.  And they’re off, stumbling around with metal legs that are far too big for them.  At least they feel like they could put on a flashy show like this.

[pacifisthearted-blog]

Mettaton.

  @pacifisthearted wants an autograph!

*     ❛ what in my name are you         eating?! spit that out–here,         have a GLAMBURGER         instead! ❜

              ` its just spaghetti... ` they do not               spit it out,  and do not accept the               glamburger. `           why are you               freaking out so much over some pasta? `

[killerpose-deactivated20160301]

[pacifisthearted-blog]

killerpose.

SO WHAT IF A FEW PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE? THAT’S SHOW BUSINESS, BABY!