「People like that deserve to be punched.」
They arenât sorry for getting detention.
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「People like that deserve to be punched.」
They arenât sorry for getting detention.
Headcanon 10
As they get older, Frisk grows to hate the feeling of dirt (or any powder-like substance) on their hands.
soilsleeping:
Holy shit.Â
   âFrisk!â Itâs a gasp as their cheeks go even redder than usual. Theyâd just been messing around. It was a game, of sorts. They hadnât expectedâhow could Frisk haveâ what were theyâ?! âYou werenât supposed toâ Iâ y-youââÂ
   âAaaaaaaaaahahahahaââ It dissolves into a fit of nervous giggles and they pull their sweater collar up to hide the lower half of their face. âThatâs not how the game goes.â
「You asked for a kiss.」
They look Chara in the eyes as they sign the first sentence, but they break the stare as soon as itâs finished.
「Donât ask for things you donât want. You arenât going to beat me, and Iâm trying to draw.」
The corners of their lips quirk up ever so slightly.
「But you are cute. Pretty like a patch of golden flowers. Iâd kiss you even if it wasnât for a game.」
soilsleeping:
  They take the juice enthusiastically, âFinally, someone who cares about my needs.â There is a long pull at the straw before they quickly run out of juice.Â
  Now is the time. They have one shot. One opportunity to beat Frisk at their own game. Chara chooses FLIRT.Â
   âMmmâŚthere wasnât much left. Can I have a taste from your lips?â
Frisk rests their chin in the palm of their hand, pausing their drawing Chara drink the last of their juice from the corner of their eye.
Then the flirtation comes, and the only indication of surprise they give is a quirk of an eyebrow. They donât even pause to sign before leaning forward.
They hold the kiss for a long moment.
When they pull away, they return to their crayons and paper as if nothing had happened.
You. That's right, YOU.
My muse is blindfolded and listening. Go on anon and whisper something into their ear. It can be anything you like, a confession, a secret, a memory â there are no limits.
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  They roll over in bed, eyes fluttering open from a fitful sleep beforeâ
   âF-friskâ stop itâ p l e a s eââ Itâs not the present they were dreaming about. Itâs not the present they see in Friskâs face.Â
Falling asleep together had been nice. Curled up under fluffy blankets still warm from the dryer, wrapped up in each otherâs arms wonderful textures that Frisk couldnât help but run their hands over when they werenât touching Charaâs face.
But the other childâs nightmares yanked them from the most pleasant sleep they have had in a long time.
Frisk unwinds their arms to release Chara as they scoot back until their back is firmly pressed against the cold wall. Their skin crawls at the sensation, prickling with an overwhelming sensation of wrong, but they only press themself into it even more.
Their eyes lock on the edge of the comforter while they gather their voice.
âNo more.â
「I'm sorry. I don't know if you can remember what I did, but I'm sorry.」
Whatâs one thing your muse has always wanted to say to mine?
 For a moment, therewas silence hanging over the two of them like a pair of nooses biting to their necks. Sans was never good at acknowledging thepast, especially when it came to things like this. The light leaves his eyes âAs if he just wanted to continue on forgetting.
    But his mindtortured him.    He could dissociate as much as heâdlike, but the memories would always flood back.
       And he always pretended like it didnât destroy him.
    But regardlessof this, after a moment of recollecting himself mentally â he looks to them,with a kind expression. It never seemed it (especially with this disorder), butin the end, his soul still beat with that same, cyan hue. He would try hishardest to hate those who wronged him, but in the end, that patience alwayscame though.
    He didnâthate them the moment they were apart of this family. He never would.   And whilst he still had trauma to gothrough â to WORK through⌠They wouldnât be held accountable for a momentlonger. They were trying, just as he.
       Theywere his family just as everyone else was.
   ââââhehâŚâ
      ââŚdonât worryabout it, kid.â
What's one thing your muse has always wanted to say to mine?
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[mettaton donating his voice for text-to-speech programs so everything you need read is in his voice]
Halloween/Fall Starters
-âDid you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? Let me see it.â -âStay still Iâm almost done with your costume.â -âWhat do you say if we take the kids early and have some treats of our own tonight?â -âIs there some pumpkin type of flavor or cooking thing you want me to make?â -âThat costume youâre wearing is super sexy.â -âItâs warmer under the blanket cave Iâve made.â -âHold my hand before we go in.â -âYou shouldnât go out there!â -âStay here with me until the sun comes up?â -âThe colors this year on the trees are beautiful and vibrant.â -âIs this fresh made cider?â -âIf you bob for one apple and get it on the first try Iâll give you a kiss.â -âI prefer you without the costume on.â -âIâm not going as that. Nothing you say or do will convince me otherwise.â -âI cant even see your head hardly, youâre buried in a mountain of an oversized sweater.â -âYou got a little too into this holiday didnât you?â -âIâm not going in a graveyard.â -âItâs surprisingly warm out today for being autumn.â -âDonât scare me please.â -â(insert other museâs name) I know youâre in the closet.â -âPlease take a jacket on our walk or stand near me.â -âThis is super good can I get the recipe?â -âAre we doing this? I mean really doing this? Because I hate haunted houses.â -âOK but if someone pops out at me and I punch them its not my fault.â -âI can help you with decorations if youâd like?â -âWhy are you so hell bent on giving me a good scare?â -âStop putting the blanket on and going boo.â -âDid you see a creepy figure in the yard?â -âA bonfire in the late fall is super nice.â -âLets go out of sync with tradition and make something non pumpkin related to eat please.â -âWhat should be go as?â -âWeâre a little too old to go trick or treating.â -âWhy did you give the pumpkin such a stupid face?â -âYouâre a little too obsessed with Halloween.â -âGory movie marathon. You, me, and my couch. Right now.â -âLets go to a costume party.â -âYouâre going to win the contest for sure.â
(feel free to add more)
pulls on charaâs sweater
*  「Happy Halloween.」
「I never liked parties.」
[AmbivalentRedemption0X updated their status]
* Â chara wants u 2 think theyre cool but they arent i have proof
[AmbivalentRedemption0X updated their status]
* Â whats a pergenat
「How am I supposed to draw when I canât focus?」
Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!
Top of head: Sibling affection/parental affection
Hair: Yearning
Ear: "I want you to hear me out."
Nose: "You're so cute."
Cheek: "I want to tell you I love you."/Deep affection/Devotion
Neck: Dislike/Hate/Disdain
Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear
Waist: Possessiveness/"You are mine."
Over the heart: "I love you."
Butt: Sexual attractiveness/lust
Hip: Interest
Back: Wanting to kill/will betray you one day
Stomach: Fun!/Silliness/"Wanna go cause some trouble?"
Forearm: Indifference/Don't particularly care for
Biceps: Aggravation/Irritation/"You are an idiot."
Fingers: Friendship/amicable
Wrist: Fear of losing you
Knee: "Don't worry, I'm here for you."
Chin: Beauty/attractiveness
Thigh: Sympathy/empathy
Calves: "I will cause you pain."
Feet: "I will serve you forever."/Deep devotion and and feelings of servitude/extreme fealty
Send âđâ for my muse to confess a insecurity they have about their self.