#ge-no-cide

[ask-thehuman]

“B-But this is Sans! H-He’s my FRIEND!”

K̠̻̫̥̊ͅǐ̡̢̛͈̳̟̜̰̝̆̋̑̎ͮl̬̐ͨͨ̇ͭ̉̋̂͝͝l̶̨͎̤̗̖̫͉ͧ̐̿͑̃ ̸̭̙ͬ̓̉̎̄̌̐́ͅͅo̢̪̞͚̅̏̇̓ͪ̓̅̀r̨̦͖̠͙̟̙̪̺͗͐ͭ̔ͭ̏͡ ̵͇͙̞̹̖̆̂̋̐͟b̍̏̍ͮ͆ͧ̂ͭ҉̖͙̖̘̼̱e͈̼̊͂̇ͫ̓̈́͋̚ ͈̻̤̰͈̳͉̥ͯͨ͆͘͝K̸̖̯̺ͥ͐͑ͯͫ̏͋͐̕ỉ̶̛̱̣͉̭͍̭̈̑́l̈́̒ͩ̅́͏̭̫̞̣̥l̡͖̣̿͊̋̌͠e̟͕͉̳̩̹̓ͪ͑͡ḏ̭̞͓̩̬̪͍̈͗̉̿͛̀~̘̹̓̓͌ͪ̿ͅ

*You hesitate as you hear the laughter echoing in your head. The same laughter that had caused this all in the first place. 

[chevreamour-blog]

* Mom, MOM! It's okay. Just breathe.

Send “Just breathe” for my character to break down in front of yours.

Toriel tried to hide away her anguished expression. Cheeks were rosy, eyes glossy and nose sniffly.. It was just so hard, so hard to think of any else but the negatives. It was like her world was falling down around her.

Mom!

The goat-woman visibly tensed at the voice, quick to wipe away her tears to turn her attention to the child. Tori tried to smile.. she really did.. It just turned out to be too forced to be considered one.

“H--hello, my child.”

@ge-no-cide 

[displaaced-blog]

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Frisk stares out the window of their shared bedroom in the foster home, out at the snowy peak of Mount Ebott. 

It was too dangerous to go there in winter, but in summer that place was pretty much Frisk’s playground. All the stories about magic and monsters - Frisk could go there and imagine fantastical adventures, full of daring and danger and heroism, sometimes even romance!

Frisk could be a great knight, or a powerful wizard, anything they wanted. 

A voice calls from downstairs, telling the nine kids in the house that dinner is ready. Frisk looks back out the window once more, gaze lingering on the mountain.

They slip off the window seat and head downstairs, the last to get to the dinner table as usual. Everyone around them is alive with chatter - mostly unhappy, as Nick and Holly have gotten into trouble again. Probably ‘pot’ again.

Frisk takes their dinner and leaves the cacophony to eat alone, unnoticed as usual.

[frisk-taker-blog]

starter for @ge-no-cide

[ The small child was playing in the tiny patch of flowers, seems that she just fell in rather recently. She giggled as she plucked the flowers and tried to see how many her rather mini hands could hold. ] [ She almost didn’t notice the figure of an older kid approaching her, Frisk was too busy plucking some of the petals off of the flowers. ]

[tromboned]

((Omg bro congrats on the milestone and ty so much for the mention!!!! =D))

Thank you!! ur a cool :-) 

[pxcifist-archived]

* ... well, well, well, what do we have here? I never expected that a Frisk would actually drop that silly pacifist act, but there's a first time for everything, I suppose~!

*…!

Frisk’s breathing became erratic. There wasnt any mistake, it was Chara! Immediately, Frisk brought their hand up and whipped it downward. Their heart color had changed blue and their left eye burned with blue fury. They couldn’t calm their heart fast enough, for a chance to arrive so quickly! 

With no hesitation, the color of their heart changed to yellow. Electricity crackled in their hands, they raised their hand, a bolt streaking down from the sky to strike at Chara. Surely that had to have killed them! 

Panting, Frisk took steps back. They raised the scarf to cover their mouths, coughing from the smoke. 

[skelesaur-science-blog]

* Alphys and Sans, together again... haha, I suppose I'm not supposed to know anything about that, right~? Speaking of things nobody is supposed to know, why ARE you two hanging together? Seems mighty strange to me...

hey kid, you better be careful talking about things you shouldn’t know. it might lead to a bad time.

[askfrisk-blog]

I won’t stand for these kinds of assumptions.

I will win, in the end.

I always will.

* ( @ge-no-cide )