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✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

Considerably! When I first started playing them, Frisk was a very good person. The opinion of the fandom as a whole at the time was everything bad was Chara and everything good was Frisk. However, as time went on, it became clear that Frisk wasn’t the best possible person. I mean, they’re a good person, but I don’t see them as a sweet angel I did at beginning.

It all started with the stealing. Frisk steals, a lot. They didn’t really seem to feel bad about it either. Other people (Chara) shame them, but there never seems to be any real guilt. Secondly, my opinions of reload and resets has changed too. You can make Frisk a very good person, but you can also make them very bad. Frisk is too young to be fixed in any way. Yes, they can go through a hundred deaths without ever turning their blade on anyone, but they are also a kid. A kid who doesn’t seem to have very happy reasons for being on Mt. Ebott.

To more I played them, the more fun I started to have with the way they interacted with death. They just don’t seem to care, and personally, I think that’s the most fun part of playing them. I look back at my first few roleplays and laugh. They used to fear death. Now it’s an old friend, welcoming them home. I decided, along the way, that Frisk probably has more difficulty being alive than dead.

Frisk >>> Homecoming pt. 2

Hive City was a shithole, but it was their shithole. It was a cynical way to think of things, but Frisk didn’t really care. It showed they cared about this place, and that was all that was really important. With practiced ease, they climbed over some of the rubble of Sector 006. All the pretty parks were gone now, torn apart by the earthquakes and crushed under the rubble of the fallen buildings. Still, this was one of the safer places to be. There wasn’t as much to fall on them.

Shame about the flowers though. They liked the ones here. As they jumped over another bit of ruins, they saw something green and yellow. Oh, looks like something survived. They made their way over, only to notice that flower. Oh, they remembered him, but only really from the stuff they’d seen in the city. To them, there was no underground. No sorrowful tale of a flower and goat and a demon. No, it was just that one kind of jerkish flower who they wanted to befriend.

They were honestly a little happy to see that he had survived. In that little pot of his, it was a wonder how he’d survived. Maybe someone carried him out here. The child leapt down beside the flower without so much as a greeting, landing about a foot and half away.

“Same old Hive City, huh?”

Frisk’s mood was pleasant, like they were just sort of used to this type of thing. The computer saying something about remembering what had happened to them was weird, but it wasn’t anything so shocking. When you grew up here, you were just sort of adjusted to it. Even stranger, though, was that something was missing from Frisk’s posture. They may not fear death, but their body did. There was none of their normal caution towards the flower, none of their eyes constantly flicking to him and the ground around him to check for vines or friendliness pellets or even flamethrowers. No, Frisk wasn’t afraid at all.

What they define their relationship with your muse as

“Complicated. Like, the most complicated thing there is. How do you label someone who you want to hurt, who has hurt you more times that you can counts, but who you feel strangely connected to and you want to be friends with?”

Something they like about your muse

“The fact he gets it. How it feels to die, how it feels to know that a single moment of doubt means everything would turn back.”

Something they dislike about your muse

“The fact he thinks it’s kill or be killed.”

Their first impression of your muse

“What a cute flower.”

Their impression of your muse now

“The only person who gets it, unfortunately.”

How they feel about your muse

“All I can do is sigh.”

Something they are hiding from your muse

“I want to pull is flowers off and make him suffer. I was to keep him in a pot and by my side all the time. It makes me mad. I don’t understand what I really want for him. Maybe I just miss Asriel.”

Something they wish they could to tell your muse

Mun-Day Thingy --- ☆ : What made you start playing your muse?

//oh boy, here we go: a story about how i found citta and decided i wanted to join!

mmk so i was a part of this other MFRP group that’s basically disbanded now but whatever, and i was my oc and this jack frost blog was recommended to me for some reason idefk and i was like wow this guy’s amazing imma follow him so i did and then eventually i realized hey he’s in a group what is this group?

so i went to the citta page and i was like ‘oh sweet this is a really cool set of circimstances i wanna do this” but i didn’t know who to be. i thought for ages and like, i wanted someone who actually had powers of some sort, which neither of my blogs at the time had. and i was very recently finished with what was out there of adventure time, so i was on a bit of a kick from that, and i was like ‘hey... what if?” so i watched a couple marceline episodes and i was like ‘oh hell yes this is what i want’ and so i apped her and now here we are!

but yeah, tldr: i found citta and wanted to app a character with powers, and since i was way into adventure time at the time i decided marcy would be a good time.

“If I alone must shoulder the pain, I will do it as a responsibility to both my family and people. I have been gifted the strength to persevere; not all are granted with such capability.