#info | (this sign is written in very neat cursive.)

[chabra-a]

♡ [CHECK]

* CHARA ATK 0 DEF 0 * This doesn't seem right.

LV 1 HP 1/20

AT 0 (0) DF 0 (0) EXP: 0 NEXT: 10

WEAPON: -- ARMOR: --

GOLD: 0 KILLS: 1

INVENTORY: BadMemory -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Name: Chara Age: 12 Gender: Neutrois (they/them) Height: 4'06" Weight: 103 lbs. Species: Human Boss Monster

[its-me-frisk-rps]

[CHECK]

❤ FRISK

* FRISK ATK 0 DEF 0 * It’s me, Frisk.

LV 1 HP 20/20

AT 0 (15) DF 0 (15) EXP: 0 NEXT: 10

WEAPON: Worn Dagger ARMOR: Heart Locket

GOLD: 0

INVENTORY: - - - - - - - -

Everyone knows Frisk, right? The human who broke the barrier. The adopted child of Toriel (and Asgore). The friend of The Great Ambassador, Papyrus, as well as all the other monsters of Our Town. But... how much does anyone really know Frisk? What secrets does that cheerful smile hide? Will they be willing to tell you?

❤ FLOWEY

* FLOWEY ATK ?? DEF ?? * My best friend.

LV 1 HP ??/??

AT ?? (??) DF ?? (??) EXP: 0 NEXT: 10

WEAPON: None ARMOR: None

GOLD: 0

INVENTORY: - Heart Locket - - - - - - -

Why, it’s Flowey! Flowey the flower! He doesn’t seem to have much of an interest in being your friend, though. Maybe if you have something interesting to say, he’ll open up a little...

[lv8frisk]

[RULES]

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You may interact with this blog by sending messages and/or submissions.

A message is a question or comment sent from one (or more) character(s) to another. You send messages by using Tumblr’s Ask function.

Messages are always open. The anonymous option for Asks is always on.

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Submissions are always open. All submission types are allowed (Text, Photo, Link, Quote, and Video).

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Please do not send messages as other characters from the blog’s own AU.

M!As are not accepted.

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[utfile0]

00006: Living in a world like this, where people can simply cheat out the answers from the code... your impatience has REALLY damaged you, hasn't it?

_about | _rules

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[a-jumped-up-pantry-boy]

The Marauders’ Essay Writing Techniques

Remus

On topics he likes, starts it as soon as he receives it

On topics he doesn’t like, he leaves it, forgets about it, panics, and hands in a page of bullshit.

“It’s educated bullshit though,” - his most common argument

Still somehow does well (because even when he doesn’t actually try, he still knows the stuff and can form proper arguments.)

The handwriting starts off neat in the beginning and by the end it’s absolutely fucking illegible. 

When he gets into an essay, he actually loves writing it.

So much that he’ll just stay there writing it for hours, grinning the whole time. 

Has kept some of his favourite essays because he’s so proud of what he’s written

Swears whenever he writes something good

Also swears whenever he writes something trash

Makes it very hard for people to tell how it’s going when he’s writing.

Very sassy, constantly slagging people off in the essays (but in the most formal way possible)

Ink splodges and smudged handwriting because he gets so into it that he can’t be bothered to stop and clean it up.

Sirius

Does his essays in ten minute bursts until they’re finished

Super neat handwriting, but doodles on the edge of everything 

Kind of writes it as if it’s a story, rather than an essay (which pisses the teachers off to no end)

“We love to see the Ministry doing this, don’t we?” - actual excerpt from one of his essays. 

Usually does pretty well, but can’t bullshit in an essay at all.

If he doesn’t know what he’s writing about, there’ll just be trailing sentences with no point to them, and the conclusion will make no sense.

He constantly tries to bribe Remus with kisses and more if he does his essay for him, but Remus never does

After he moved in with James, he started signing his essays “Sirius Potter”.

Never proofreads after he’s done, and doesn’t go over grammar or spelling.

“I’ve written it, Moons, why do you want me to do it again?” 

James

Also incredibly neat handwriting (growing up rich, had tutors from a young age)

The only one that actually plans his essays

Has a lot of willpower; he’ll sit down for an hour or two, write it without stopping, and then never think of it again. 

Uses a proper essay structure

Always does well, if he doesn’t understand it he just asks the teacher (the others all refuse to do this)

Very impartial essays (sometimes they get a bit boring to read, but the actual info is correct so the teachers don’t care too much)

Peter

Writes in pencil because he’s terrified he’ll get things wrong

Generally doesn’t listen in class so doesn’t know the brief for any of the essays and has to go with “what he thinks” (which is usually incorrect)

Always needs one of the others (nearly always Remus, if he’s in that class) to help him start

But once he’s been assisted with his ideas, he’s usually alright

He does pretty well, but always feels stupid alongside the others 

Always adds a bibliography so it uses more space (he thinks it makes it seem like he’s written more, but everyone sees through it).

Lily

Doesn’t love essays (like Remus does) but once she’s started writing, she’s gotten into it

Interrupt her at your own peril.

Plays classical music when she writes

Uses statistics all the time (but ‘edits’ them so they show her view more)

Whenever she writes an essay, she always has to redo the intro because she changes her mind half-way through about what she’s including.

Usually writes them in the library, just for the vibe.

Doesn’t ever write in cursive, but it’s still neat as fuck (looks like a font)

So. Many. Subheadings.

Always has snacks on hand when she’s doing essays.

And makes sure she stays hydrated

Generally, she’s the most aware of her needs when doing essays (and doesn’t drive herself to insanity doing them, either).

Has never, ever handed in an essay late

This is a point of pride for her, and when she’s drunk, she’ll start telling the (frankly underwhelming) story about how she snuck into a teacher’s office and put the essay on their desk at 11:59, just so it would be on time

Everybody’s heard this story, and nobody has so far genuinely laughed, gasped, or reacted to it with anything other than a yawn.

But they pretend they like it, just to humour her

Even though it is, honestly, the most boring and disappointing story known to man.

[yes-i-would-like-to-be-stabbed]

Ghost Mansion Chapter 4: Searching

Part 4 is here!

After a few minutes of searching, Sinclair had only found more ruined buildings. They were just about to call out Atlas’s name before his voice rang out, “Hey Sinclair!”

The sudden shout caused a few birds to flee in surprise, the flapping of their wings echoed through the forest.

Sinclair slapped a hand over their masked face in utter disbelief at Atlas’s lack of control.

Walking in the direction of the shout, Sinclair managed to find Atlas standing in front of a wooden sign.

“What is it, numbnuts?” Sinclair asked rather irritatedly.

“I found a sign!” Atlas exclaimed.

Sinclair stared at him a moment before they pinched the bridge of the nose of their mask. In the most sarcastic voice possible they replied, “Yeah you did, congratulations.”

Atlas rolled their eyes and chuckled, “ You didn’t even read it, dick.”

Unpinching their mask they looked directly at the sign. One of the chains that held up the side had broken most likely from age and rust. It was skewed and swayed slightly with the wind. There were a few carved letters attached to the sign, however, a few were missing. The discoloration of the wood still made the vague outline of the letter that had once been there. One could make out the words,  “Wolf Pine Lumber Mill.”

“I guess this place was an old lumber mill.”

Sinclair gave Atlas a ‘No Shit’ look.

Atlas laughed because even without facial features he could tell that Sinclair was judging him, “I mean it makes sense with all these trees laying around. Still doesn’t explain all of those cars though."

Sinclair sighed, “Well I could have told you that earlier, it was in the document.”

“What?! I thought you said there was hardly any info in it?”

Sinclair scoffed, “Well, there is hardly any info in there but that was some of it.”

Atlas groaned at Sinclair’s response, “ Well what else does the document say? Anything about who we’re trying to find?”

“No. I already told you there was hardly anything in there.”

Atlas stepped closer to Sinclair, “Well I don’t believe you. You said there was barely any info and yet there was stuff you didn’t tell me! What gives?!”

Sinclair stares at him before sighing. They grab the paper out of their pocket and they show it to Atlas, “There. See? There’s hardly anything on it.”

Atlas grabbed the paper and scanned it over before motioning over the paper with his hands, “Well you weren’t kidding. It just gives coordinates, some vague descriptions, and just some scribbles.”

Sinclair motioned for the paper back and Atlas gave it back. They fold it up and put it back into their pocket.

“Okay great, we found the cabin. Now what?” Atlas looked at Sinclair, awaiting their answer.

“Well, we gotta search the place. Maybe we’ll find out more about who we’re looking for.”

The pair entered the cabin. They expected the inside to look all busted up, much like the other buildings they had passed. However, the inside was pretty neat and tidy, like someone was living there.

“Weird,” Atlas whispered as he gazed around the cabin. 

While there was very little light flooding through the windows, the pair could make out a rough layout of the cabin. The entryway gave them a view of pretty much everything. A wooden table with four chairs sat in the middle. In front of it was a fireplace and to the far left appeared to be a kitchen. There were a few counters, cabinets, and a small sink. To the far right held a woodpile that was under the window. Past the fireplace on the right side appeared to be a hallway that led to the back of the house.

Looking around Sinclair observed their surroundings before saying, “Alright, let’s split up and look for clues.”

Atlas laughed, “Alright, Fred.”

Sinclair groaned, “What?”

Atlas snickered and continued, “You go with Daphne and Velma to the left, and me and Scoob will go to the right.”

Sinclair facepalmed their mask before growling out, “Just get out of here, oh my god.”

Atlas cackled but complied and made his way down the hallway.

Shaking their head at Atlas’ antics, Sinclair began to search the cabinets in the kitchen.

Most of them were empty, one or two of them had a rat or two in the cabinets that scurried into the cracks in the wood. Unfortunately, some of the cabinets contained rotted food and Sinclair slammed them shut in disgust.

They sighed in frustration and turned to look at the mantle above the fireplace. A few shards of glass were scattered along the top of it, covered in a layer of dust. A small, worn doll also sat on the mantle. The doll’s white dress now stained yellow from age. The bottom of the dress and the legs of the doll had scorch marks on them. The face had a few scratch marks and black soot-stained a part of its face. It had to have been burned. There was hardly any dust on the doll either like it was placed there fairly recently.

Sinclair thought it was a bit strange as there was no evidence of the cabin being burned. Someone had to have gotten the doll elsewhere. Who would put a burned doll here? And why? Questions swirled in Sinclair’s mind as they studied the doll.

“Hey, Sinclair you might wanna come take a look at this!” Atlas’s voice called out from down the hall.

Without taking their eyes off the doll, they responded, “Alright, I’m coming.”

They stepped away from the fireplace and walked towards the hallway. There were three doors, two on the left and one on the right. Peering into the doorways Sinclair didn’t see Atlas in either the right room or the first left room. 

Peering into the last room, Sinclair saw Atlas kneeling over a wooden box, holding something.

“What is it?” Sinclair questioned as they walked up behind Atlas, trying to peer over him.

“Here,” Atlas held up what he found in his hands. It was an old photograph. The picture was stained yellow from age and there were some creases and wrinkles that distorted the image. Sinclair could make out a family, a little girl, a slightly older boy, an older man, and an older woman. None of them were smiling but it was common in older photographs. Atlas had one time joked that Sinclair would have fit in perfectly back then as no one appeared to be happy.

Atlas looked up at Sinclair, “Look at the back of it.”

 Turning the picture over they saw names and ages along with the date of the image written neatly in cursive.

It read:

Thomas Owens; 42

Maria Owens; 32

Jesse Owens; 16

Elizabeth Owens; 6

July 23rd, 1884

“Huh, these are pretty old. Find any more?” Sinclair inquired as they studied the image.

“Yeah, and it’s kind of weird,” Atlas said as he handed another photo up to Sinclair.

They grabbed the photo and scanned it. The same woman and young girl were there, though slightly older and much sadder looking than the previous photo. A man stood next to them and Sinclair assumed it to be the father, they couldn’t tell because the man’s face had been scratched out. The teenaged boy was nowhere to be found.

Turning the picture over, Sinclair noticed that the man’s name had been scratched out too. The writing was much more sloppy this time, and Sinclair could hardly make it out. It read:

Thomas Owens; 44

Maria Owens; 34

Jesse Owens; 8

August 24th, 1886

After looking over the photo they were puzzled, “Why is Jesse gone from the picture but his name is still there? And why is Elizabeth there, but her name isn’t?”

Atlas stood up and said, “That was what I was thinking!”

Sinclair continued to look at the pictures and dates as Atlas continued,

“At first I thought that it was a mistake with the dates but that’s clearly Elizabeth in the second photo.”

“Yeah, it is,” Sinclair said as they compared the photos, “It’s really strange, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it’s going to get even weirder when I show you-” Before Atlas could finish his sentence, a loud noise echoed into the cabin from outside.

Sinclair and Atlas stood up and were on high alert.

“What the hell was that?!” Atlas whispered.

“Fuck if I know,” Sinclair whispered back as they put the photos back into the box before sighing, “As much as I don’t want to, we should probably go what it was.”

Atlas groaned, “Ugh, this place sucks ass.”

Sinclair gestured for him to get going, before Atlas shook his head, “No way, you go ahead. There's no way I’m getting killed first.”

Sinclair gave him a “look” before sighing, “We’re already dead, dumbass,” before walking out of the room first.

“Oh yeah.”

[agoddamnsupernova]

Emily is in her third year of college when a booth opens up on campus, it’s for a program to write letters to a soldier on the front lines. “Like a pen pal?” She asks, skimming through a pamphlet.

“Sort of, you fill out a small questionnaire and then we select a soldier who is also in the program and match you up, then you write as often as you want after that.” The woman says holding out a little clipboard.

Emily shrugs and takes it, filling it out while she hums. “Are we allowed to send care packages too?”

“Yes ma’am, there’s a list of approved things in the pamphlet and we also encourage sending pictures. Not just of yourself but of pets or just the park even, it can really brighten these guys days.” Emily smiles at that, she’d have to break her camera out.

“That’s really cool, so how does this even begin?” Em wonders, leaning on the table a bit.

“So, the soldiers fill out a similar questionnaire but send letters before hand, usually something like “dear pen pal,” and some vague info. Then they sign it with their name and we’ll forward one of those letters to you once we’ve figured out who to pair you with,” the woman, Stacie, Emily finally reads on her name tag, says with a smile.

“That’s really cool, I can’t wait,” Emily grins, happy to make a soldier’s day if she could.

“Who knows maybe you’ll even find love,” Stacie winks, making sure Emily had all the proper information. “It’s been known to happen.”

It’s three weeks before Emily gets a letter in the mail, the address is written in neat cursive while the return info is written in cramped scrawl, Sgt. Mitchell above the base address. “Huh,” Emily says, shrugging her shoulders as she splits the top of the envelope.

Dear whoever gets this,

My commanding officer says this will do us some good, writing to someone on the outside. I’m not really sure I agree but I guess I don’t really have a choice. Not to sound rude or anything, I just feel like they’re trying to put a bandaid on the situation. I mean, we’re at war and they want us to write in our spare time, I just don’t get it.

The pamphlet they gave us says that I’m supposed to tell you things about me. So, here it goes; My name is Beca, never Rebecca, unless you’re my mother and you’re yelling at me. I love music and the fact that I can’t have my ipod with me all the time is bothersome, but it’s whatever, the music is in my head either way. I work with dogs when I’m not dealing with people and I have my very own one, named Lincoln, don’t know where’d be without him. I miss rain and grass and even dandelions and I’m allergic to those. I miss my dad’s attempt at cooking and my stepbrother’s crooked smile and sometimes I even miss my ex, but that’s more about just having someone close than anything.

Maybe that was too much information but I don’t have the energy to rewrite this so, have fun digging through the pile of garbage that is me. I’ve also included a picture of me with Lincoln, it was taken a few months ago, but it's one of the only ones I have where you can see my face.

-Sgt. Beca Mitchell

P.S if you ever decide to send a package....cheetos are my favorite....

Emily smiles at that, pulling the photo from the envelope, her smile growing. There’s a woman standing next to a rather large German Shepherd, she’s smiling and it looks like the dog is too. “She’s so small,” Em breathes out, noting how Lincoln’s head comes up past Beca’s hip. She’s got light brown hair slicked back into a neat bun, her cheekbones high and her jaw sharp and Emily would like to think she could see Beca’s eye color, but the photographer was just a bit too far away for that.

Emily wastes no time digging out a notebook so she can write back, the smile never leaving her lips even when it takes her fifteen minutes to locate a pen, only to have had one stuck behind her ear from class.

Beca,

Your letter really made me smile, though I’m not sure if it was what you said or just how you said it, but either way, thank you. I can see why you would think that this might be pointless, but sometimes it’s just nice to have someone on the outside to talk to. I might not always know what to say, but I can try.

My name is Emily, Emily Junk, you might be thinking that I have an unfortunate last name but listen, my father’s is Hardon and I just don’t want to be saddled with that. I’m twenty and in my third year of college at Bardon University, I’m taking way too many credits for a sane person but I want to make my family proud. I’ll graduate with a teaching degree next year. I want to teach music. I also love music if you can’t tell. If you’ve ever heard that Jesse J song, Flashlight, I wrote that. Doesn’t sound as impressive on paper I’m afraid.

I love dogs, Lincoln is a cutie, give him a hug from me? That might sound silly but I would probably smother him with love if I ever met him. Animals are just too pure for this world. I have a cat named Bun (I found him eating a hotdog bun when he was a kitten) and I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He may be an asshole but he’s my asshole, ya know?

I’m heading to the lake with my friends Chloe and Amy this weekend, I’ll dig my camera out and take some pictures for you, I don’t know that they won’t make you a little homesick, but then again, maybe being homesick isn’t a terrible thing. Knowing you have something to come back to is a nice feeling. I’ll stick a picture of me and one of Bun in with this, hopefully you’ll find my cat as cute as I find your dog.

-Emily

P.S I’ll put together a package for you soon, cheetos included.

Emily reads over the letter a few times before folding the paper carefully, setting it on her desk so she can find it after she buys some envelopes and manages to print out a picture or two for Beca.

She makes a list of things she needs from the store before she heads out for work. The idea of sending letters to a cute soldier had her mood up for the whole night, catching Chloe’s attention right off the bat.

“Who’s the guy?” Chloe asks about half way through their shift, making Emily snort softly as she wipes down the bar.

“There’s no guy,” Emily says truthfully, shrugging her shoulders a bit when Chloe pouts. “But I am writing to a soldier.”

“You signed up for that?” Chloe chuckles, brows raised at her friend. “Who wants a pen pal that’s a killer?”

“Oh shut up, Chloe,” Emily huffs, tossing her rag at the redhead. “She’s just doing her job, you don’t have to agree with the war, but don’t hate on the people risking their lives for it either.”

Chloe opens her mouth but shuts it again, sighing softly. “Fine, fine, you’re right. What’s she like?”

“I don’t really know, this is the first letter I’ve gotten,” Em replies, doing some prep while they had the free time. “But she seems pretty cool, she works with dogs.”

“Dogs? I wonder if she works on bomb detection then,” the older girl muses, leaning against the bar with a slight smile. “That’s hot.”

Emily blushes slightly, rolling her eyes at her friend. “Would you just shut up,” she laughs, her eyes flickering through the restaurant, making sure no one needed anything before they settle on Chloe again. “She is hot but like...listen.”

“Oh! That’s why you’re all smiley,” Chloe grins, reaching across the bar to poke Emily’s side. “You’ve got a crush on your hot soldier already!”

“No, I don’t!” Emily huffs, smacking Chloe’s hand away. “I can think she’s hot and not have a crush on her.”

“Bull, Emily you fall for any pretty girl that bats an eye at you,” Chloe teases, shaking her head a little. “I know you’re bi but like...babe, you’re super fucking gay.”

“Shut up!”

[chabra-a]

♡ [ABOUT]

BLOG & MOD This is an RP and ask blog for a personal interpretation of the character Chara from the game Undertale, created and written by Kodai.

The blog is:

Independent. I, Kodai, am the only writer. The character here is my own creation.

Semi-selective. I reserve the right to deny a message or RP if the concept and/or character makes me uncomfortable, or if I simply don’t feel up to the task. I imagine this will be a rare occurrence, however. Don’t be shy about sending things in!

Single-muse. Chara is the only character who will be interacting with others on this blog.

Same-muse, OC, and crossover friendly. Messages from other interpretations of Chara, original characters, and characters from other fandoms will not be denied based solely on that status. I still reserve the right to deny messages from characters whose concept or source material makes me uncomfortable, however.

Additionally, I have over 15 years of RP experience.

I also have several other blogs featuring characters from the Undertale series. These include:

@alagaster – An RP and ask blog for seven different variations of W. D. Gaster.

@angelofhyperdeath – An ask-based story blog following Chara and Asriel after their successful destruction of the barrier.

@brokenknifefrisk – A story about a Frisk who aborts their No Mercy run after encountering Papyrus, and their subsequent life in the Underground.

@its-me-frisk – An IC ask blog for a Frisk and Flowey who are trying to reconcile who they were with who they want to be.

@its-me-frisk-rps – The F2F sideblog for @its-me-frisk.

@lv8frisk – An IC ask blog for Frisk and Chara from @brokenknifefrisk.

@lv8frisk-rps – The F2F sideblog for @lv8frisk.

@pcletteswcp – An RP and ask blog for a post-Deltarune Chapter 2 Swatch.

@punkskeleton95 – An IC ask blog for a fanon-divergent Underfell Papyrus.

@theflowercrownprince – An IC ask blog for Crown Prince Asriel Dreemurr, in a timeline where humans never fell into the Underground.

@theflowercrownprince-rps – The F2F sideblog for @theflowercrownprince.

@utfile0 – An IC ask blog for Frisk and Chara from the game Undertale, in a very literal sense.

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CREDITS

Undertale by Toby Fox

Buttercups icon and sidebar base image by Kranich17 on Pixabay

[chabra-a]

* This... What is this? * I am so confused...

* Our plan failed, didn’t it? * Why was I brought back to life? * And why am I...

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RPs are currently open.

What should I know before sending a message or submission?

No NSFW. You can ask about relationships and the like, if you’re so inclined, but bear in mind that Chara is a minor (12 years old) when considering such questions.

Please do not send messages as other characters from the blog’s own AU (e.g. Chara’s family).

M!As are not accepted.

You are allowed to send items, but they cannot be world-breaking in any way (e.g. a time machine). Any items you send do not automatically “appear” in front of Chara; they are sent to one of the Dimensional Boxes for Chara to retrieve at their leisure. (If there is an available slot in their inventory, you may specify that the item appears there, instead.)

If you want to send a comment or question to me (the mod, Kodai), please do not include it with an in-character message – use Tumblr’s Messaging feature or send a separate Ask, instead. In addition, if you want me to respond, please do not use the anonymous option for Asks.

I reserve the right to pick and choose which messages and submissions to use and when. I also reserve the right to edit anonymous messages if I deem it necessary.

What should I know before sending an RP starter prompt or opener?

RPs for this blog are paragraph-style only. (A single line is fine for a prompt.)

Do not godmode (i.e. take control of someone else’s character without permission).

Ask before adding drama to a plot. I am not against having my characters put in difficult situations, but there are those I would want to agree to in advance (e.g. severe bodily harm). Certain situations will never be accepted; if you have a plot idea and think it is suspect, ask.

No smut/NSFW.

Do not force relationships of any kind with any of the characters from the blog’s own AU.

Please be patient! Muse is a fickle thing.

Please use proper English grammar and spelling (or do your best, if English is not your first language). Please try to have at least one paragraph (3-5 sentences) for your responses.

Rules are subject to change as necessary.

Don’t hesitate to ask for clarification or additional information!

[its-me-frisk-rps]

[RULES]

How can I interact with this blog?

You may interact with this blog by sending in RP starter prompts and/or openers.

An RP is a story written by two (or more) people that involves their characters.

A starter prompt is a short sentence or quote that provides a concept for the recipient to start an RP with. An opener is a few descriptive paragraphs that provide a more detailed scenario for the recipient to react to.

You send RP starter prompts and openers by using Tumblr’s Ask or Submit functions.

RPs are currently open.

What should I know before sending a message or submission?

RPs for this blog are paragraph-style only.

Do not godmode (i.e. take control of someone else’s character without permission).

Ask before adding drama to a plot. I am not against having my characters put in difficult situations, but there are those I would want to agree to in advance (e.g. severe bodily harm). Certain situations will never be accepted; if you have a plot idea and think it is suspect, ask.

No smut/NSFW.

Do not force relationships of any kind with any of the blog’s characters.

Please be patient! Muse is a fickle thing.

Please use proper English grammar and spelling (or do your best, if English is not your first language). Please try to have at least one paragraph (3-5 sentences) for your responses.

Rules are subject to change as necessary.

Don’t hesitate to ask for clarification or additional information!

[lv8frisk]

[ABOUT]

Blog & Mod

This is an in-character blog for a personal interpretation of the characters Frisk and Chara from the game Undertale, created and written by Kodai.

The blog is:

Independent. I, Kodai, am the only writer. All of the characters here are my own interpretations.

Semi-selective. I reserve the right to deny answering a message if the concept/asker makes me uncomfortable, or if I simply don’t feel up to the task. I imagine this will be a rare occurrence, however. Don’t be shy about sending things in!

Multimuse. There are two characters on this blog: Frisk and Chara. Frisk is the primary character, however, and any messages not explicitly marked for Chara will be answered by Frisk.

Same-muse, OC, and crossover friendly. Messages from other interpretations of Frisk and Chara, original characters, and characters from other fandoms will not be denied based solely on that status. I still reserve the right to deny messages from characters whose concept/source material makes me uncomfortable, however.

Additionally, I have over 15 years of RP experience.

My other Undertale blogs include @brokenknifefrisk, @its-me-frisk, @angelofhyperdeath, @theflowercrownprince, @utfile0, @punkskeleton95 and @alagaster.

DNI

Please do not interact with this blog if you:

Are uncomfortable interacting with people who are substantially older/younger than you. Currently I am 32 years old.

Are uncomfortable with the themes/subjects presented by the characters on this blog, or displayed by the blog itself. Depending on the Asks received, there may be discussion of some of the darker themes of Undertale (e.g. suicide, murder). Posts containing such content will be tagged accordingly (e.g. #suicide mention for a post mentioning that topic, #implied murder for a post implying but not explicitly mentioning that topic, #self harm for a post with an explicit description or discussion of that topic, etc.), and I will accommodate requests for tags if asked, so if you are confident you will be able to avoid topics that distress you, feel free to interact – otherwise, please keep yourself safe!

Hold any sort of -ist or -phobic sentiments (e.g. racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.), or otherwise hold beliefs that endanger the lives and/or freedoms of minors/marginalized groups/etc. There is nothing for you here. Leave, and reevaluate yourself.

Tag List

aesthetic | a classic image. – Images and quotes related to the characters' interests.

ask | so i’ve got a question for ya. – Questions submitted through the Ask function (and their answers).

commentary | its trash. 0 stars – Commentary/reactions to posts from other blogs.

info | (this sign is written in very neat cursive.) – Posts with information about the blog, for tumblr app users.

meme | always sending me bad puns in a goofy font… – Suggestions for questions to send in, phrases or scenarios to have the characters react to, games to play with them, quizzes they’ve taken, etc.

rp | which one of us will be undyne? – RP posts. RPs on this blog take the form of IC messages sent between two (or more) characters.

submit | i hope you brought a keyboard… – Content provided through the Submit function (and possible commentary).

chara | the demon that comes when people call its name. – Posts about or written by Chara.

frisk | you’re the type of friend i wish i always had. – Posts about or written by Frisk.

Credits

Undertale by Toby Fox

[lv8frisk]

* (You’ll never forget what you’ve done.)

* (But perhaps, one day, you’ll forgive.)

About | Rules | F2F RP

[utfile0]

_rules

_how can I interact with this blog?

There are two main ways to interact with this blog:

A message is a question or comment sent from one (or more) character(s) to another. You send messages by using Tumblr’s Ask function.

Messages are always open. The anonymous option for Asks is always on.

An RP is a story written by two (or more) people that involves their characters.

RPs can be started by either sending one person a “prompt” through the Ask function or by creating a post and tagging (or otherwise notifying) the person who is to respond next.

RPs are currently open, but they are limited format – see below.

_what should I know before sending a message?

Messages from both in-character and out-of-character (i.e. yourself) sources are accepted! Same-muse, OCs, and characters from other fandoms are welcome.

Please do not send messages as other characters from the blog’s own AU.

M!As are not accepted.

You are allowed to “send” items, but bear in mind that these items will not physically exist for the blog’s characters.

If you want to send a comment or question to me (the mod), please do not include it with an in-character message – use the tumblr Messaging feature or send a separate Ask, instead. (In addition, if you want me to respond, please do not use the anonymous option for Asks.)

I reserve the right to pick and choose which Asks to use and when. I also reserve the right to edit anonymous Asks if I deem it necessary.

_what should I know before starting an RP?

RPs for this blog are message-format only – that is, RPs consist of two (or more) characters sending each other messages as if they were texting/posting on a blog/etc.

Do not godmode (i.e. take control of someone else’s character without permission).

Ask before adding drama to a plot. I am not against having my characters put in difficult situations, but there are those I would want to agree to in advance (e.g. severe bodily harm). Certain situations will never be accepted; if you have a plot idea and think it is suspect, ask.

No smut/NSFW.

Do not force relationships of any kind with any of the blog’s characters.

Please be patient! Muse is a fickle thing.

Please use proper English grammar and spelling (or do your best, if English is not your first language). Please try to have at least one paragraph (3-5 sentences) for your responses.

Rules are subject to change as necessary.

Don’t hesitate to ask for clarification or additional information!

[its-me-frisk-rps]

[ABOUT]

BLOG & MOD

This is an F2F RP blog for a personal interpretation of the characters Frisk and Flowey from the game Undertale, created and written by Kodai. The blog is:

Independent. I, Kodai, am the only writer. All of the characters here are my own interpretations.

Semi-selective. I reserve the right to deny answering a message if the concept/asker makes me uncomfortable, or if I simply don’t feel up to the task. I imagine this will be a rare occurrence, however. Don’t be shy about sending things in!

Multimuse. There are two characters on this blog: Frisk and Flowey.

Same-muse, OC, and crossover friendly. Messages from other interpretations of Frisk and Flowey, original characters, and characters from other fandoms will not be denied based solely on that status. I still reserve the right to deny messages from characters whose concept/source material makes me uncomfortable, however.

Additionally, I have over 15 years of RP experience.

My other Undertale blogs include @brokenknifefrisk, @angelofhyperdeath, @theflowercrownprince, @alagaster, @utfile0, @punkskeleton95, and @lv8frisk.

DNI

Please do not interact with this blog if you:

Are uncomfortable interacting with people who are substantially older/younger than you. Currently I am 32 years old.

Are uncomfortable with the themes/subjects presented by the characters on this blog. Depending on the Asks received, there may be discussion of some of the darker themes of Undertale (e.g. suicide, murder). Posts containing such content will be tagged accordingly (e.g. #suicide mention for a post mentioning that topic, #implied murder for a post implying but not explicitly mentioning that topic, #self harm for a post with an explicit description or discussion of that topic, etc.), and I will accommodate requests for tags if asked, so if you are confident you will be able to avoid topics that distress you, feel free to interact – otherwise, please keep yourself safe!

Hold any sort of -ist or -phobic sentiments (e.g. racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.), or otherwise hold beliefs that endanger the lives and/or freedoms of minors/marginalized groups/etc. There is nothing for you here. Leave, and reevaluate yourself.

TAG LIST

info | (this sign is written in very neat cursive.) – Posts with information about the blog, for tumblr app users.

rp | which one of us will be undyne? – RP posts.

flowey | i did some weird stuff as a flower. – Posts about or written by Flowey.

frisk | you’re the type of friend i wish i always had. – Posts about or written by Frisk.

starter call | i’ll call you when i’m ready! – An invitation to start plotting an RP, or to have me write a starter post for you.

CREDITS

Theme by that_taco_guy (Source)

Undertale by Toby Fox