#item ask

[flowersfromtheapple]

“Scarf of serenity”!

[Accessory/weapon]

“Wrap it around your enemies to incapacitate them!”

“Makes the wearer dizzy and tired, leaving them open to attack”

[ Damage +2 | +15 Magic defence | +6 Defence | +20 Coziness ]

Sick, good thing I didn’t try wearing it first.

Now where are you bunny….

*she opens up the closet and pulls a flashlight out of her subspace suitcase*

[sexy-muppet]

Item Ask!!!

1. What is your favorite thing you own? 2. What do you like to collect? 3. Do you have any cool rocks? 4. What's your most "cursed" belonging? 5. What's your most "blessed" belonging? 6. What belonging makes you nostalgic? 7. What color is your blanket? 8. Weirdest thing you own? 9. Do you hoard? 10. Do you have too much stuff, too little, or just enough? 11. What item reminds you of someone you love? 12. What do you own that has an interesting story? 13. Do you still have stuffed animals? 14. What do you decorate your walls with? 15. What item reminds you of home? 16. What item brings you comfort? 17. Anything you can't leave the house without? 18. Anything you can't take out of the house? 19. Most embarrassing item? 20. Most used item? 21. Least used item? 22. Most asked about item? 23. Oldest thing you own? 24. Newest thing you own? 25. Any item question

[mrmontysneighbourhood-blog]

chie uncharacteristically decides to have fun and heads over to try her hand at the shooting game. maybe god will smile on her? (as a note, i feel like she's a Lucky Girl, given everything!)

Maybe god will smile indeed! Chie’s shot plonks right into a target and from a little exchange counter nearby, a prize drops out!

Novelty Glasses:

Go deep undercover with this silly glasses. With that fake nose and mustache attached, they’ll never guess it’s you.

Chie has 19 coins left.

[true-pacifist-blog]

Frisk is presented with a discarded, and awfully familiar, blue hoodie. Upon close examination, it seems to be covered in a peculiar thin layer of dust and has ketchup stains and smells of ketchup, too...

The jacket was taken without much thought at first- an automatic reaction as the unknown person handed it to them. Of course Frisk recognized the coat immediately, but the source of the strange dust took a moment longer to register, causing their face to pale when it did.The confusion was in equal measure with the sinking feeling of dread and worry as their heart clenched in their chest and they took a step back from the mystery ‘gifter’, clutching the hoodie to them in hopeful denial.“W-what happened? Why do you have this? Where is Sans?”

[true-pacifist-blog]

[ * The child kicks a bundle against the door, turning and leaving with nary a care for the importance of the item left behind to the alter child dwelling within. He had more important places to be. So many plans that needed to reach fruition. On the doorstep would be a knife caked with dust, wrapped in an equally dusty red scarf. A note is attached. It reads: "THATS THE THIRD ONE IVE KILLED" ] (( from url where-are-the-knives ))

The sound of the bundle knocking against the lower half of the wooden entry brought Frisk back to awareness from where they had been dozing on Toriel’s couch, wrapped in numerous blankets to ward off the winter cold. While snow on the surface wasn’t as chilling as it had been in Snowdin without any sunlight to provide warmth, it was still generally far too cold for the human’s comfort.Stirring some, the child stretched with a yawn- before pausing when their foot nudged something and glancing at the rest of the couch to make sense of the event- smiling a little when they saw that Sans had fallen asleep there too. And right in the middle of watching How To Train Your Dragon. Granted, they’d both seen it many times before, so it wasn’t like he was missing anything, but still- Sans was the one who had picked it.Moving more carefully now, Frisk slowly rolled off of the couch and crept toward the door to see what had made that noise, making use of both the Christmas tree lights from the festive display in the corner of the room and the added brightness that filtered in from where Toriel was as she hummed and navigated around the kitchen just off of the living room.The lock clicked and with only a slight stick from the frost, the door opened to the snowy path outside lit up by the porchlight. Frisk stepped out into the cold with only their socks protecting their feet, breathing out a cloud of warmth as they moved around to the back of the door, having felt some resistance when it had been pushed outward.What was… was that Papyrus’s scarf? Frisk would recognize the item anywhere. But why would the skeleton just leave it there? Bending down to pick it up, Frisk walked back around the door to go back into the house- their movements slow as they unraveled the red cloth to find out where the obvious added weight was coming from.There was a moment in which the child gripped the handle of that dust-coated knife… before a sound of horrified shock escaped their throat and the gruesome length of sharp metal clattered across the wooden flooring, dropped as much as thrown by the human’s horribly shaking hands, breaths of air coming with more difficulty when they glanced over the words scrawled on that note. The third one…killed? No… no…“Kid..?”The sound of Sans’s voice startled Frisk back into the present, and their gaze snapped toward their friend, wide-eyed and still barely able to breathe from the shock, fear and memories of their nightmares flooding in, overwhelming as they trembled, wet streaks already down their face from tears that they hadn’t realized had been falling as they still clutched the dusty scarf.Sans’s left eye was so bright. Blue, cold fire wisping from the socket as he stared at the human in his own brand of pained disbelief… and betrayal.

[the-booty-of-gardios]

((Leave Object prompt)) *leaves his arm straps with the metal rings on Guy's bed*

*picks them up, looks at them, goes to find Sync*