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nightmares; they curl and crawl across an already too-tender mind.

when writing

— fairytale motifs- red riding hood, jack and the bean stalk, etc- ought to be referenced frequently. keep in mind frisk was spoon-fed these tales and its the main source of their wanderlust and own imagination, how they pick out the villains and etc. this will be more common now, as the rebuild has made them withdraw back into their shell and they now seek familiarity.

— quick note that frisk has forcefully forgotten their time in shadowclan / shadow veil, as it is now a major source of trauma and mistrust and in the process, and they have forgotten their fathers as well. they faintly remember being read to, learning sign language, talking through their nightmares, etc, but names do not pop up nor come as easily as they used to. they still get physically ill in the presence of sv scent, but do not know why.

— likewise, they remember next to nothing of the underground or sango or bill or... anyone who has really hurt them (save for komaeda bc thats still super recent).

— hypokrisis was an important character because they told him everything on one stormy night and now with their memory blanking on them, he was the only one who has the option to bring these tragedies back to mind- he is also dead now, so these recollections will never be able to surface, anyhow.

— hypo also gave frisk a name, faehymm(? probably gonna talk to four and change this ten thousand times bc i want their name to be legit lmao), but they have not gotten around to using it for?? some reason.

— frisk is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. they get understandably upset when misgendered.

— very sad and soft child full of pent up anger and fear and confusion. easily can prove to be a threat if given time, however.

— flowers are also v v relevant when writing about them due to blatant aesthetics and then the whole 'all my flowers grew back as thorns' idea.

— 'nother random note, remembers mercy but not necessarily the whole drama revolving around her and shadow veil; recognises their kinship and friendship, however.

— basically frisk remembers stuff from their time in the sanctuary and onwards lmao.

when writing

— fairytale motifs- red riding hood, jack and the bean stalk, etc- ought to be referenced frequently. keep in mind frisk was spoon-fed these tales and its the main source of their wanderlust and own imagination, how they pick out the villains and etc. this will be more common now, as the rebuild has made them withdraw back into their shell and they now seek familiarity.

— quick note that frisk has forcefully forgotten their time in shadowclan / shadow veil, as it is now a major source of trauma and mistrust and in the process, and they have forgotten their fathers as well. they faintly remember being read to, learning sign language, talking through their nightmares, etc, but names do not pop up nor come as easily as they used to. they still get physically ill in the presence of sv scent, but do not know why.

— likewise, they remember next to nothing of the underground or sango or bill or... anyone who has really hurt them (save for komaeda bc thats still super recent).

— hypokrisis was an important character because they told him everything on one stormy night and now with their memory blanking on them, he was the only one who has the option to bring these tragedies back to mind- he is also dead now, so these recollections will never be able to surface, anyhow.

— hypo also gave frisk a name, faehymm(? probably gonna talk to four and change this ten thousand times bc i want their name to be legit lmao), but they have not gotten around to using it for?? some reason.

— frisk is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. they get understandably upset when misgendered.

— very sad, soft, and curious child full of pent up anger and fear and confusion. easily can prove to be a threat if given time, however.

— flowers are also v v relevant when writing about them due to blatant aesthetics and then the whole 'all my flowers grew back as thorns' idea.

— 'nother random note, remembers mercy but not necessarily the whole drama revolving around her and shadow veil; recognises their kinship and friendship, however.

— basically frisk remembers stuff from their time in the sanctuary and onwards lmao.

「 GENERAL ——— ★ DO YOUR DIRT, MAKE YOUR MARK 」

❝ APPLE DREADFUL / " frisk " / non-binary (they/them)

physically and mentally a child / created 12/5/15 / traveling with their pet pig, hermes

nomadic tendencies, no set home / raised underground / former leader of the sanctuary

「 RELATIONSHIPS & CONNECTIONS ——— ★ MY HEART IS A CHURCH OF SCARS 」

❝ mothernature x fathertime / adopted by artpop, sans, & funhaus / very close to hypokrisis

asexual, aromantic / single / not open, ever / ½ applefever / all ships are platonic

cuddlebug / likes showing affection, wary of receiving it; a giver

really, really, needy and clingy kid / constantly leaning on & touching someone

「 INTERACTION & PERSONALITY ——— ★ THAT'S HALLOWED GROUND 」

❝ idealistic, stubborn, empathetic, dedicated, impulsive, over-emotional, absent-minded, imaginative.

loyal, temperamental, envious, naiive, anxious, dependent, adventurous, genuine, jaded, perceptive.

— apple is curious and quiet by nature, a gentle yet pig-headed thing with sad eyes opened to the world around them. they are soft touches and nervous smiles, a soothing presence to be around despite the anxiety twinkling within gaze; they come off as an introverted socialite, even. they are devoted to those close to them, and though this loyalty often gets in the way of their moral compass, one cannot deny that the child doesn't have a good heart. however, there is a soft anger to them, a restlessness welled deep under their skin and lodged into their veins. as easily as they are all things nice, should the situation call for it they may just as quickly flash claws and bare teeth. they are no stranger to violence.

「 AESTHETIC ——— ★ BREAK MY SKIN, CRACK MY SKULL 」

❝ flowery kitten / currently carrying a sharp, skin-breaking crystal retrieved from waterway

— apple is a walking garden. little doll is made up of darling snowy whites and peachy creams with fur naturally tousled and ruffled. a large rose and its leaves sit atop head, planted firmly between ears. soft lashes round light green eyes; a smattering of toffee freckles faintly dust their cheeks, ankles, and hindquarters; flowers of changing color and green shrubbery dot along their fur at random and are rooted into tender skin permanently. though not all dolls are without their faults, for the child is missing a hindlimb, torn from the knee and down. the smell of sugar and roses often precedes their presence.

「 MISCELLANEOUS ——— ★ MY HOLY LAND STILL GROWS 」

❝ doesn't like violence, but understands it's sometimes necessary / usually merciful

knows self defense / easy to overpower(?) / will kill if threatened enough / skilled medic

attack in italicized underline or @ account / powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed

pinterest boards [ i. / ii. / iii. ] / penned by pure / pm this account for plots

apple's pov

— & fairytale / grimm tale motifs heavily drawn from and present in writing and plots, especially red riding hood. (genuinely how they see the world).

— & generally melancholic, poetry-styled in mainly wording. sad, embittered innocence.

— & a child pushed forward only by their own fear and curiosity, endlessly naiive, hopelessly trusting.

— & speak no evil. outright refuses to speak on the traumas in their life, hesitates to protest against friends and loved ones immoral actions for the thought of losing them / their friendship which terrifies them because they are so dependant, despite how their own moral conscience screams for them to get on with it.

ENNEGRAM TYPE SIX — THE LOYALIST

the committed, security-oriented type. sixes are reliable, hard-working, responsible, and trustworthy. excellent "troubleshooters," they foresee problems and foster cooperation, but can also become defensive, evasive, and anxious—running on stress while complaining about it. they can be cautious and indecisive, but also reactive, defiant and rebellious. they typically have problems with self-doubt and suspicion.

at their best: internally stable and self-reliant, courageously championing themselves and others.

HEALTHY

become self-affirming, trusting of self and others, independent yet symbiotically interdependent and cooperative as an equal. belief in self leads to true courage, positive thinking, leadership, and rich self-expression.

AVERAGE

start investing their time and energy into whatever they believe will be safe and stable. organizing and structuring, they look to alliances and authorities for security and continuity. Constantly vigilant, anticipating problems.

UNHEALTHY

fearing that they have ruined their security, they become panicky, volatile, and self-disparaging with acute inferiority feelings. Seeing themselves as defenseless, they seek out a stronger authority or belief to resolve all problems. can be passive aggressive, violent, and maybe even fearing for their own life.

desiring: to have security, love, and support.

fearing: of being without support and guidance, being alone, being forgotten.

「 GENERAL ——— ★ DO YOUR DIRT, MAKE YOUR MARK 」

apple donatella kovic reaver (dreadful) / "frisk" / non-binary (they/them)

physically and mentally a child / created 12/5/15 / traveling with their pet pig, hermes

nomadic tendencies, no set home / raised underground / former leader of the sanctuary

「 RELATIONSHIPS & CONNECTIONS ——— ★ MY HEART IS A CHURCH OF SCARS 」

mothernature x fathertime / adopted by many / adoptive sibling of hypokrisis and haiiro

asexual, aromantic / single / not open, ever / ½ applefever / all ships are platonic

cuddlebug / likes showing affection, wary of receiving it; a giver

really, really, needy and clingy kid / constantly leaning on & touching someone

「 INTERACTION & PERSONALITY ——— ★ THAT'S HALLOWED GROUND 」

idealistic, stubborn, empathetic, dedicated, impulsive, over-emotional, absent-minded, imaginative.

loyal, temperamental, envious, naiive, anxious, dependent, adventurous, genuine, jaded, perceptive.

frisk is tired and quiet by nature, a gentle yet pig-headed thing with sad eyes opened to the world around them. they are soft touches and easy smiles, a soothing presence to be around despite the tragedy twinkling within gaze; they come off as an introverted socialite, even. they are devoted to those close to them, and though this loyalty often gets in the way of their moral compass, one cannot deny that the child doesn't have a good heart. however, there is a soft anger to them, a restlessness welled deep under their skin and lodged into their veins. as easily as they are all things nice, should the situation call for it they can just as easily flash claws and bare teeth. they are no stranger to violence.

「 AESTHETIC ——— ★ BREAK MY SKIN, CRACK MY SKULL 」

flowery manx kitten / green-to-pink eyes / smells of cinnamon sticks and roses / reference
small, plump, child / covered in buttercups and roses, scars / missing hindleg from below knee
currently carrying a sharp, skin-breaking crystal / retrieved from waterway

— details here.

「 MISCELLANEOUS ——— ★ MY HOLY LAND STILL GROWS 」

doesn't like violence, but understands its sometimes necessary / usually merciful

knows self defense (rusty) / easy to overpower / will kill if threatened enough / skilled medic

attack in italicized underline or @ account / powerplaying nonviolent/healing actions is allowed

pinterest boards [ i. / ii. / iii. ] / penned by cream / pm this account for plots

BODY LANGUAGE IS KEY a soft touch can mean many things, as can a lingering glance or a slight hesitance to meet another's eyes or biting their lip or whatever.

quick run down of personality:

- thoughtful, sweet, always has your back

- loyal to those who show them kindness

- self-confidence borne of hard work and a fighting spirit; not very confident atm but they're (re)building it up

- more of a follower than a leader really

- empathetic, hates to see others in pain

- an avoidant, lets the problems fester and boil until they can no longer take it

- hufflepuff primary that tries very hard to be an unhealthy hufflepuff / slytherin secondary - is actually a gryffindor secondary

- horrible in stressful situations, easily overwhelmed and quick to crumble- not very resilient in especially triggering events

- initially can come across as wary and quiet, but can prove to be a very social / chatty individual when given time.

- when frustrated, their anger can be explosive and potentially turn to violence when words fail

- desperate to fit in and be wanted and loved, as such is very, very dependent on others and their praise.

- okay but also if you break their trust good job you fucked up- you're nevergetting it back. will hold grudges like their life depends on it.

"all my flowers grew back as thorns."

THE UNDERGROUND was a term coined by most who dwelled in that stuffy cave system, apple included. dark with little to no light, cramped even for their size, and oh so cold it was a challenge to all. the child isn't even sure how they came to be there, honestly; life prior to it is but a blur, any memories they attempt to pull from their mind faulty. it was a twisted trafficking system, children being put in cages and later the chopping block. those who didn't escape, died.

a gruesome dynasty overlooked it all, both a queen and a tyrant that ruled with an iron fist in this literal dog-eat-dog world she had set in place and the child was caught in its midst. it was a struggle to just get by, narrowly avoiding those who would certainly waste no time to make a meal out of them, nor think twice about doing so. it was a trial and error predicament, but in the end apple managed to escape with the aid of their friend chara and make their way to safety. however, the events leading up to their freedom still haunt their thoughts now and again.

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- i feel like frisk is the type to celebrate dead holidays/festivals, or even just one's they've heard about that take place half-way across the world

- in human aus they collect different types of flower pots, everything from cute little lamb shaped ones colored baby pink to grotesque, zombie heads

- takes in the unloved toys, like cuddles with teddy bears that are seeping stuffing and dolls missing arms. they don't fix them, but rather accept and care for them as they are

- in aus they have a new band-aid on them every day because they get a new cut/bruise by the second please help them

- loves plants but can't keep them alive to save their life

- has told weeping willow trees knock, knock jokes to make them laugh

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oooo boy i am so glad frisk is still around. they've been on this site for a long long time (to me its felt that way) & i've always been a fan!

- frisk is eternally looking forward to spring because that's when their friends, the butterflies, run rampant. the little guys love to flutter around their flowers and frisk couldn't be happier to be in their company

- in human aus, frisk is oftentimes caught trying to hang out in the little slants of light window blinds leave on the ground. they'll turn it into a game in which they try to see how much more sun they can soak up in a given window

- if it came down to it, the only shadow of a cuss you could get out of them would be "fudge!" or if they're feeling extra daring "fiddlesticks!"

- for whatever reason, frisk is most active during dusk. they feel especially inspired within that time to the point that they're capable of handling duties they otherwise would have had trouble with

- they're ungodly good @ a game of charades

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some frisk headcanons that fourteenth and sunny made!

KOMAEDA was their friend, komaeda was their family, and he was destroying them. he was destroying their home, their sanctuary, he put everyone they cared about in danger and all the trust they had in him literally went up in flames and frisk saw so. many. memories in him. they saw bill. they saw sango. they even saw themself, but just barely. above all, they saw history repeating itself and they could not let that happen.

they lost themself for a moment. just a moment but in that moment everything came crashing down.

they forgot their duties as a leader, they forgot to stay calm, to be a balm for everyone, to deal with komaeda after the danger passed. they let full blown emotion takeover, anger takeover, fear takeover, and under the eyes of the fire-licked dawn and their people they ripped him apart, they pried him free of his weapon and used it against him, they just laid into him; they cut his arms, his face, they sawed his paw off and there's some twisted justice in that. something fitting to how the hand that started the whole mess had met its end, but it was also one of the darkest moments in frisk's history. it was when that ugly side of them, a facet of their personality, their brutality in response to the brutality that they have been met with over and over, came to light again. and it was the first time that their anger spoke volumes over their horror.

they rewrote history, stopped the past from knocking on their door for a third time. they thought they had won, that they could move on from everything. that there would be no consequences to their actions. that it was over but it actually wasn't, it was so far from over. komaeda overpowered frisk just before his trial, he partially ripped off their leg and fled the scene before anyone came. they faded in and out of consciousness, a doctor had to finish what koma started-- there was no saving their leg, there was no point even trying because it would do more harm than good if they just left it. it had to go.

frisk had to go. they were swallowed up by guilt and shame and anger and terror, their emotions got to them again and suddenly the sanctuary was no longer their sanctuary. it was another reminder, a terrible reminder of everything they've done and everything they've lost and how they can blame no one but themself. so they had to go.

frisk destroyed komaeda; komaeda destroyed frisk. and you'd think that after all this trouble, a victor would emerge but no. nobody had won. both sides lost something that day, neither of them walked away scott-free, neither of them are a hundred percent okay. it's a lose-lose situation, maybe even a bitter stalemate depending on who looks at it.

but that's not where their story ends.

now komaeda is on the borders of their new home, beaten, weakened, dehydrated, bleeding, dying and the ball is in frisk's court. they could end it right there, write off the last of their chapter by leaving him to die a slow and painful death or show a little mercy and off him beforehand. but they don't, they can't, because despite everything, despite their anger and their fear toward him, despite how he undoubtedly deservesit, they simply can't, and they want to say it's just because they don't want to have to kill anyone ever again but that is not the only factor. it's because they are no better than him, because he is as equally as scared and equally as angry as them.

and frisk knows that death will not remedy their feelings, will not stop the nightmares, will not stop the memories.

so they make amends. they are not friends, they will never reach that point again, but they are not enemies either. nobody knows what they are anymore, not even themselves. frisk will never be able to think of him with a smile on their face, komaeda might never look at a child without feeling a rush of anxiety, but both will know enough about their situation, how they got there and why, and they can find some form of peace in that knowledge.

they don't fix the mess they've made, it's up to themselves and themselves alone to pick up the pieces, but it's a start.

tropes? beware the nice ones, weak but skilled, broken bird, all-loving hero, cowardly lion, martial pacifist, more tba.

oh hey, remember that time frisk was bordering on a panic attack bc deathstroke killed a bunch of children and their clanmates were making jokes about it and/or indifferent and they just couldn't wrap their mind around that? yeah, me neither.

BASICALLY THIS THREAD GOES TO SHOW THAT, DESPITE BEING BORN INTO A PLACE OF VIOLENCE AND GORE AND THEN LIVING IN GROUPS SIMILAR TO THAT NATURE, CRUELTY DOES NOT COME EASILY TO THEM AND ACTS RETAINING TO IT ARE STILL A VERY HEARTBREAKING / DISTURBING EXPERIENCE FOR THEM AND IS NOT SOMETHING THEY WILL EVER ADJUST TO BECAUSE FRISK IS A SUPER EMPATHETIC BEING.

i,, love how i can rant and rave abt frisk but when i try to make an Actual IC post i can't type a single sentence hmmm-

TAGS. up.

water sloshes over cinnamon paws, releases grudging grip only after the boat begins to heave and tug free, and gravity's meager defense falls back into the blue depths. the kitten sags into their little raft, scraping claws deep into the flush of wood as it goes, up, up, up, like they demanded. they try to force their thoughts on the journey, try to focus on how the boat lifts so high into the air but moves at such a sluggish pace they do not feel endangered, try to focus on how the pig hermes lays tucked against their side snorting uneasy curiosity, try to focus on how as each moment tick, tick, ticks by they get closer and closer to their destination. try.

but this child is a clingy thing, stuck to flickers of history that dwell so fresh and wild within their own mind they cannot quite let it go yet, whereas others in comparison have already went and gotten over that bridge. so they still stand a foreigner to these lands, with absences and alleged deaths of summer lived friends thanks to this shift of worlds a great shadow of thought bearing down upon young mind. and as said before they try to focus on other things, they do, yet each time frisk does their lower lip trembles and watermelon eyes flood with tears at their own blatant denial, their pretending indifference. see, they are not only clingy, but emotional- maybe too much so.

when the boat stutters to a stop, frisk already stands on jellified legs and a lump lodged well in their throat, hummingbird heart clenching as they glance around familiar unfamiliarity, new home of blizzardclan, latest stop after the ruins turned wintry themselves. heart skips a beat― the ruins. god, they wonder what they think of them, if they still even live on in this world to begin with, because so many had... the kitten winces as they lean into the safety blanket that is hermes, blinks back desperation and tears and everything else except for here and now, away with a rapid flutter of lashes. emotionally raw, fragile, and clingy― a barely kept together mess. maybe they shouldn't keep all these things to themself, maybe they should confess. but they had done that once before, and he was one of many to die, and frisk does not know how to communicate with the dead.

it's been like 2 or 3 months since i have last played frisk, apologies in advance if this is a little wonky (probably wonky in general as i get back into their character and the character's flow.

THEIR JOINING THREAD IS UP, IT'S LATE, I AM GOING TO BED, GOODNIGHT EVERYONE.