and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
HEY! New Frisk blog here.
Mind reblogging this if you’re interested in RPing with me? Both canon characters and OC’s welcome, thank you!
your blog is super awesome and so is your oc. i love them so much also youre a nerd <3
Hey guess what I love you (and excuse me….. I think you’re the nerd).
Honestly thank you though it’s really encouraging to hear that because ocs are just…really difficult to sell? And you always have to worry about development and backstory and making sure they’re not sue-ish or too cookie-cutter………..it’s a fine line.
🍂- When was the last time you felt any variety of sadness?
🍎- What is the longest you’ve gone without eating?
🎉- When was the last time you went to a party? How was it?
🎹- What are your favourite sad songs?
🚿- What is the longest you’ve gone without showering/bathing?
😁- When is the last time you’ve been with a friend?
🐈- Do you have any pets?
🎭- How do you cope with sadness?
🚲- Have you ever tried to run away?
🏥- Have you/did you harm yourself?
🌃- What was the last time you went out by yourself?
⌛️- What is your biggest concern about time?
💉- How do you think you will die?
🔫- What would be the worst way to die for you?
🚫- What are your biggest fears?
💊- Do you have any illnesses?
♥️- When was the last time you felt loved and appreciated?
😞- Are you still hurt over something/someone?
💥- What do you dislike about yourself the most?
🎯- What’s the worst thing you’ve said to someone?
💔- What’s the worst thing someone has ever said to you?
DEATH doesn’t d i s c r i m i n a t e between the SINNERS & the SAINTS it T A K E S & it T A K E S & it T A K E S & we keep l i v i n g anyway
Callisto blinked. Of all the things he could’ve done… Well, that explanation was unexpected, to say the least. The child sat upright, looking down at their furry friend.
“You’re serious? A dog? You ate the Queen of France’s dog?” They were a little disturbed, yes, but also… Almost impressed. As if they couldn’t believe Gaster would do something so vile.
“If you came to my house when we get out of here, would you eat my dog too? I mean, he’s pretty big, but…” The wide grin on their face told they were teasing; of course they didn’t really think Gaster would eat their dog. Callisto wouldn’t let it happen, anyways. Noticing that their glasses had slid a little down their nose, they habitually pushed the glasses back up.
curiositics
It sounded like a fairytale. Callisto laughed, and its soft tinkle rippled through the echo flowers quietly. Though their giggles quickly subsided, they were left with a broad smile.
“You’ve got to be kidding me! What’d you do to the Queen to make her so mad?”
They folded their hands neatly, resting them on the flat of their stomach and watched the little gnats buzz about above them. Gaster had a lot more stories than Callisto had excepted; though if they were honest, they weren’t whatthey’d expected in the first place.
“Well, I…” There was no fairytale magic in this particular story - Gaster, for once, was abashed in the face of a question. He bowed his head, scratching his ruffled fur self-consciously.
“It’s rather…embarrassing. I had only recently arrived after a lengthy trip and I was headed for the castle when I spotted a furry creature romping around.” The royal scientist cleared his throat before continuing. “It’d been days since my last meal and…well. I ate it.”
Gaster laughed, albeit nervously, and the echoes of the plants were almost mocking. “I found out later that it was the Queen’s escaped pet dog. As you could imagine she wasn’t too pleased when I admitted to it. To make up for it I built her a new pet but still. She held a grudge against me for the longest time.”
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