#soulduo

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• You know those couples who are initially shy about showing affection, but once they get used to it, they never stop? Well, that's basically it.

• Frisk loves to show affection in public. Kris is indifferent, but always accepts it just to see her smile.

• Kris is very protective, especially in the dark world. So, get used to him acting as Frisk's bodyguard.

• Some people find it a little strange, but they think it's just normal sibling love. Toriel is the most suspicious, but she tries to ignore it.

• Some of their hobbies include raiding the refrigerator to steal chocolate, making flower crowns, piano lessons, etc.

• You and Frisk would probably get along well, since she's the one who calms Kris down when he gets stressed with you (this would be so useful on the Snowgrave route ;-;)

• Even after becoming intimate (perhaps too intimate), they don't talk much; usually, a third person is needed to start a conversation. I think silence is comfortable for them.

• Chara and you (Player/Soul) are the ones who are most likely to be third wheels for this couple, probably the only ones who know.

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• Sabe aquele casal que no início é tímido pra demonstrar afeto,mas quando se acostumam,não param mais?bem,basicamente isso

• Frisk ama afeto em público.Kris é indiferente,mas concorda pra vê o sorriso dela

• Kris é muito protetor,principalmente no Dark World.Então,acostumem-se com ele agindo como o segurança pessoal da Frisk

• Algumas pessoas acham um pouco estranho,mas acham que é só amor de irmãos normal.Toriel é a que mais desconfia,mas tenta ignorar

• Alguns dos hobbies deles incluem assaltar a geladeira pra comer chocolate,fazer coroas de flores,aulas de piano,etc

• Vc e Frisk provavelmente se dariam bem,já que ela quem acalma Kris quando ele se estressa com vc(isso seria tão útil na rota Snowgrave ;-;)

• Mesmo tendo pegado a intimidade(talvez até demais),eles não conversam com frequência,maioria das vezes precisam de alguém pra iniciar uma conversa longa.Acho que o silêncio é confortável pra eles

“our friends say it’s darkest before the sun rises /

but we’re pretty sure they’re all wrong.”

teehee have a little bit of Domino angst (and him n Killer hanging out), as a treat ;]

it’s hard to operate small, complex objects

when your hands are big, clawed, and all-together all too big.

enjoy!!!

Etho forces himself to hold his communicator, to look down at the cracked screen. Tightly, too tightly, to stop himself from trembling. The words on the screen are concrete, unforgiving. Existing beyond a reasonable doubt.

BdoubleO100 was shot by Grian.

“No,” Etho says, and his voice comes out hoarse and whispered, “no, Bdubs.” They’re neck-deep in a ravine, surrounded by rushing water and bats and cobwebs in every corner and flickering torches, but Etho’s back in the nether, air burning-hot around him as he hears Bdubs yell behind him, hears the scream fade as he falls out of earshot. Etho’s back in the nether, so far from the cold and numbing comfort of their snow fort and its sturdy walls, and he’s burning alive.

Etho didn’t expect grief to burn.

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or, bdubs dies, and a mourning widow owes him a life. the world won't let things be fair, though. that'd be far too easy

art of the sillies fighting!! :D

its enrichment for them, yk? teehee

(also fun fact! originally this drawing wasn’t meant to be this erm,,, uh,,, shall we say “homoerotic” lmaooo)

(that. that was an accident LMAO)

(but hey all good fight scenes are at least a little gay, aren’t they???)

anyways! I imagine they don’t get into fights like this a lot, but when they do, they’re pretty knock-down-drag-out hahaha

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Skizz equips his shield, the wood plain and barren. He doesn’t know where his shield is, his shield with the red background and the large, stylized blue ‘S’ that he spent hours painstakingly painting onto the wooden surface. Probably up on Scar’s stupid mountain with the rest of his stuff. He wonders if the other reds would have the kindness to throw it in a chest for him, or if it’ll get buried beneath the next snowfall.

Losing the shield stings. Equipping an unmarked, bare shield hurts. Yet another marker of his separation from the people he loves.

The world is asking him to let go, and Skizz loves so deeply that he can’t. Not if he doesn’t have to. Not without the world forcing his hand.

Bloodlust drips, heavy, from his mind. You don’t have to give them up, it sings. Skizz knows the danger of a siren song, but what they don’t tell you in the myths and the warnings is how to evade its cries. They can still join you. Red is such a lovely colour, isn’t it? All they’d need is a little push…

The sword at his side is heavy. The whispers for death are heavier.

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or, skizz goes red, and brings the whole of team best down with him.

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I love this dynamic of "loves to talk nonsense x listener," it suits them perfectly in this AU! :3