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trip | 19 | they I hope I'm not tripping out. [ ind. post-neu older!frisk ]

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✶ Hm. ✶ Someone let me know when Boss comes back.

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✶ Oh right! Costumes. I’ll post a photo soon.

[blue-ice-veins]

Skeleton leggings by Badinka

found via sosuperawesome

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✶ All this hype for Candy Day and I’m just wondering if Pie Day will come any sooner.

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So how'd it feel to trip down a hole a /second/ time.

✶ Can’t really say. ✶ Wasn’t too different than the first!

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ACT: TELL THEM

“It’s still just me,” Frisk signed. She was still her. Despite everything, it was still her so that stood to reason that despite everything they were themselves. They had leaned down but at least they weren’t being condescending about it. A small of tiny hands reached out and clutched their own. Shoulders lift and Frisk smiled up at them. 

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   ❝ Well, me...

↓ [ Trip takes their time trying to read what she said, their own signing skills rusty since the last time they had used it ( and how long ago was that? Years now? ). Some faint memories come back to them with that reminder, making them bring back their hands and let their mouth shut into a gentle beam as they sign back: ]

     ☛  Have you ever wanted to see into the future?

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This Frisk is a nerd. A v cute one tho

✶ 'Nerd’ might as well be another compliment. Double win!

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✶ Oh, it’s ohaiyo. ✶ Well, ohaiyo.

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✶ desu

[aoibas]

shelter + blue scenery

[bloemenveld]

Hirunaka no Ryuusei chapter 43/44:

Shishio + beanie (3/3)

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ACT: INSPECT

There’s something about them that makes the child feel something akin to hope thundering around in their narrow chest. Something about them makes her question herself and wonder if perhaps if they grow up if they’ll look like the other. They look dashing, or at least they do in her eyes and she finds something unfamiliar about them. Something that gives the child pause and makes them wonder, if they’re alike. Something draws them to the other but they’re uncertain if they’re the same.

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↓ [ There are many things in the world that appear much more adorable when sized down, like cupcakes to cakes - heck, even MINI cupcakes to cupcakes, and the child that stood almost like a reflection to the elder was no exception. It had taken a few glances and scans to confirm that she was, in a way, them, but so much more cuter! ]

[ They lean down and grin, even extending a hand. ]

    ❝ What’s up, you? Or is it me?

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nerd

✶ Bully.

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* i’d learn to update regularly but i dunno.

* kind of part of the aesthetic, i guess~

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Another timeline, another version of the Underground to explore. After devouring some snacks he had brought with him to bump his magic back up and trudging through it, he deemed it to be pretty normal compared to the ones he was used to.

…Until he came across a human where there really should not have been one. A tall one at that.

Glitchy glowered up at them, but didn’t speak up yet. Might have been that he was waiting for them to give him an excuse to try and punch them or something.

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↓ [ Now, it wasn’t that it was a shock to see the skeleton ( expected after all, since uh, he kind of lived around here ) but almost immediately at the sight of this particular one sent alarms blaring and ringing in the human’s head as they looked him up and down. Something was definitely off about Sans, ( ? ) and it was enough to stop the taller of the two in their snowy tracks to return home within the skeleton’s house. ]

[ Maybe it was the absence of a grin that ticked them off, still having to grow used to that on their timeline Sans, or the fact that this one had taken efforts to look as menacing as possible despite his height ( did he get even shorter? ). But the most glaring flag was ( almost literally ) the flowing scarf that draped around his neck. ]

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[ Something was definitely off. ]

[ They cross their arms and lean on one leg, eyes narrowing like they were reading a book plastered on the other’s face. ]

     ❝ Knock knock.

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