♥яєѕєт♥ (Undertale; Charisk)

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    ((Howdy! I'm looking to do a Charisk centered RP. It can be fluffy or plot driven, but I've been really wanting to do an RP of this ship. I'm fine with being either Chara or Frisk! I have a few ideas if you don't have any, but if this interests you please feel free to respond! Of course, also, i hope that you are familiar with Undertale if you reply and such!

    (hello~~
    I'd definitely be interested! Frisk is definitely my forte when rping, and I usually use they/them pronouns, if that's okay.
    Um, as for plot…
    I don't really have any ideas for now >\\\<
    Sorry~

    ((They/Them is totally okay! I use They/Them pronouns for Chara, so don't worry about it!
    Regarding ideas, I have some I can list! (most of these are based off of the "Chara is flavor text/white text" ideas too if thats alright!)


    Idea 1; AU-ish stuff! Frisk and Chara living on the surface together and adapting to life together. (This can vary in ways! It can be both Chara and Frisk are alive, or Chara is more so of an Spirit that follows Frisk around. Their ages can vary as well. Has hurt/comfort potential)


    Idea 2; Frisk and Chara's adventures through the undeground. Again with the option of Chara being physical or spirit.


    we could try discussing more ideas if you'd like, though!

    [align=center][font=courier][size=8][color=black]oh, no, those are great!
    I'm especially fond of option 1, with chara being a spirit/entity.
    also, question: would we be using this thread to rp on, or should i make another one?

    [align=center][size=8][color=black]{alright, awesome~ i suppose i'll make the first post c:}


    It was their birthday today.


    Toriel smiled and apologized, handed them a small, neatly-wrapped package that still felt a little warm, and told them not to open it until she came home. Somehow they knew that she wouldn't be back until the next morning, though, so they put the present neatly on the counter.


    It was their birthday.


    Sans didn't show.


    It was their birthday.


    Papyrus called, chatting excitedly about one thing or another, but being stuck in Florida, his chances of coming were slim to nothing. He gave them a '[font=papyrus]"Happy Birthday, Human," and the promise that he'd visit soon.


    It was their birthday - their thirteenth, to be exact - and they were alone. Their favorite sweater pooled around their wrists, the frayed edges of it's seams tickling their hands as they stood. Outside the foggy window, the sky was dark grey, like the doused ashes of a once-blooming fire. Even inside Toriel's and their home, the numb coldness bit at them like a vicious dog.


    Frisk stood in the middle of the house, head tilted imperceptibly to the side, toes cold and face blank. Then, with a deep, deep breath, the child summoned their voice. "...Chara?" they called, voice crackling with disuse.


    [hope that's okay >///<]

    ((ah sorry I some things popped up in the last few days! And don't worry that's totally fine!))


    The day had been slow and boring, Chara noted. They wondered around the home in a slow manner, before deciding to camp out in a room. It had been odd at first, to wake up everyday and have your mom and a bunch of other people look through you, but Chara was getting used to it. They felt weird, being up on the surface again, seeing people again.


    Frisk was good company, and really Chara's only company. Chara sighed, and stood looking out the window, where the weather matched the day's sluggish mood. They frowned, and could faintly feel the cold on their finger tips as they pressed them on the window. Another thing that wasn't easy for Chara. When they weren't close to Frisk things started to become harder to feel, or touch. At least in Chara's sense of the word.


    Hearing their name called, they jumped up from the window and looked in the direction where the voice came from, Frisk probably wanted to see them. Getting up, they floated quickly to where they thought they heard the voice, before finding Frisk. Having their feet land back onto the floor, they walked over to Frisk and gave a smile.
    "You called?"
    Frisk's voice was always something to hear, but they were getting used to that as well. They always showed up when Frisk called for them, somewhat of an unsaid agreement.