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@threecfhearts
a study in choice, consequence, sacrifice; in what it means to be good.
♥️ priv. & sel. rp blog for three
vastly different frisks.
BECAUSE YOU CAN -- YOU MUST.
private && selective soulless frisk from the game UNDERTALE. written by noji ( they / she ). a study in: the meaning of consequence, time manipulation && detachment, the experience of growing up without a SOUL. (graphics stunningly done by lee!)
CARRD.
dudes im moving out of tumblr so bad i'll see yall in a week <3
nvm yall are dealing with me NOW
dudes im moving out of tumblr so bad i'll see yall in a week <3
@inquireanerdyberd / They're just silly like that. The deserve to commit a little arson
"exactly. you get it. for so long, all i've heard was 'no, frisk, what are you doing, it hurts, i have a family'. et cetera. never 'how was the arson, frisk. did you have fun at the arson. the arson looked fun."
it was impossible to say this string of words in such a monotonous, disinterested way, until lemon went ahead and accomplished it.
additionally, it's hilarious to me how the old version of lemon from ten years ago got on somebody's case about wanting to commit arson at school -- while the version of them now has probably done the exact same thing in a past reload. they probably got mcdonalds after it too. the irony man.
face of someone who just remembered they're famous on tumblr, of all places.
headcanon generator.
✔️ Lemon set a public school on fire and got away with it.
✔️ Lemon can't sit in a chair properly.
✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️ Lemon will go feral. Watch out.
✔️ Lemon is tumblr famous.
❌️ Lemon's favourite subject in school was English.
❌️ Lemon steals other peoples clothes.
❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️ Lemon is a horrible liar.
❌️ Lemon sleeps in until noon.
🖤 Lemon is not good with social cues.
❌️ Lemon is awful with technology and doesn't know how to use a smart phone.
lemon, faced with imminent death: what a fun day to experiment
❝ Skill— Skill issue? Moi?! After— after everything- ❞ Oh, that's it. That's literally it. Hair appointments be damned. ❝ You want to steal that train so badly?! Right now?! Here it COMES! ❞ With the snap of a finger, the city's background shifts to an enormous, dark front-facing train that progressively gets closer and louder. Was it a fake? Well, if the shaking ground was anything to go by, probably not.
❝ You may wanna start thinking very quickly. ❞
well, they weren't expecting that, to be sure.
lemon stares at the approaching train with an expression as flat as a smooth cutting board, but they are actively weighing their options, pondering what exactly they want to try. the option to simply step out of the tracks crosses their mind and continues on its merry way, abandoning all hopes of convincing them. another option is to stand put and experience exactly what getting squashed like a bug on a windowsill feels like in the most hands-on way possible.
they decide to try something seen on television instead. given they are, in fact, on live television.
"okay. one sec." the teenager proceeds to lay flat on their stomach in the center of the tracks, face down, arms held tight against their body, and ... they seem honest to god prepared to test whether they can lay underneath this fast-moving train without getting their skin scraped off.
this does seem like the behavior of someone who doesn't use a hair comb, in all fairness.
❝ Easy for you to say, you look like you don't even know what a comb looks like. I have cameras pointed at me nearly twenty four hours so I will need to have a train-theft-appropriate hairstyle. It's television, baby. ❞ You may need to mimick that blabbering mouth some more, it's the yap festival in here..
indeed, their fingers cinch and part faster, babbling their imaginary nonsense away.
"no, it's a skill issue. you would've already done it if you were passionate enough about train theft, but there's no stolen train in sight. the 'hair appointments' are just a cover-up for making out with a television in a suit backstage and you know it."
@threecfhearts replied to your post: lemon vc: whats the holdup
❝ I am busy, Lemon Soda Pop. I have like 20 hair appointments a day and before that i have 5 appointments to prepare for those 20 appointments.❞
they cinch their fingers together, mimicking the motion of a blabbering mouth.
"stop using your hair as an excuse for everything. get some hair gel and be brave about it. the train isn't gonna steal itself."
(What's the relationship dynamic like with the different Frisks and their parents? I take it they all have different views on them)
"i don't remember much of mine, to be honest. they passed when i was around three years old. i was technically raised by my uncle, but i've worked long and hard to distance myself from him, so i won't go into much detail of what our dynamic looks like now. strained is enough." a light chuckle follows this admission. "it sounds so depressing, doesn't it? please don't worry about it. rest assured that i am better now, surrounded by people who are my family in every way but in blood."
"well, i can tell you what it used to be like with my dad. he was a con artist, always chasing after the next big gig that'd guarantee instant success or whatever. spoiler alert: nothin' ever came of it. and when the police was on his tail, or when he'd get into other sorts of trouble, he'd always run back to the shitty little cottage we called home back in ebott. sucked ass, 'cause he never cleaned up after himself and kept messing with my stuff."
"he died when i was like ... i dunno, eighteen? nineteen? and i still had to pay for his funeral -- with my minimum wage job and rent to pay, mind you! -- 'cause mom was nowhere to be found. y'know when that woman actually showed up? it was an hour late to the funeral, and all she did was hit on my ex and cuss at dad over his coffin before she sat outside to drink on the stairway."
they exhale, finally catching their breath. there's a pause. "what was the question again?"
"hmm. dad's in germany. he has a new family there and hasn't contacted me since the incident. mom is still in america. she's still angry with me, but she's angrier with monsterkind. so. we have a middle ground."
"maybe pride month floats could be useful for one thing. i could get on one and run people over." they say this with their face in their hands. yesterday's parade had been quite the day, evidently.
EVIL i tell u
@threecfhearts replied ;; lemon, poking boundaries with a stick: "not even toriel?"
pantomiming zipping his mouth shut and throwing away the key. not even toriel.
a click of their tongue, brows furrowed, buying none of it. "even if i told you i'm sneaking out tonight? and i'm taking toriel's wine?"
EVIL i tell u