#FriskKid

[fae-sodapop]

WIP ship art! Friskkid ship art because I wanna draw UT ships this week, why not?

Long haired Frisk forever 🙏

[petra-creat0r]

Fankid Master Post (WIP)

Because I have so many and I want a place to keep track of all the information and current refs. Fair warning, most of these are old and I'm working through updating refs and information so this is mostly for my own reference. For the most part though, if something is here then I still plan on using the information/it's still true to some degree. If a kid or some information isn't mentioned here, it's likely outdated or that kid no longer exists

Older Gen

Soriel

Sariel | family relationships ask CK | Birth Ask Comic Boys Fav foods ask Sariel's Friends: Karri & Arcas (OLD) | Aster (OLD) | Bahns (OLD) | Trip Squad updated

Papyton

Broadway (OLD) Rexi (OLD) | Adoption ask Chicago | Baby | Side blog | Healing | Hair strand | Ringing ask | Playbill (OLD) | Rebooted design Cologne ask (OLD) Chicago's Friends: Hotspots (OLD) | HS Dark World (OLD) | Spamton HS reaction ask | Addison Parallels

Alphyne

Giko (OLD) Izuku (OLD) Naomi Naomi's Clutch | Clutch ask Nex Annie

BrattyCatty

Britni | Zealous goth ask

Ghostly Webs

Alice (OLD) Aranea, Nellie, and Joy (OLD) Wilbur

Misc info

Parents Reaction ask Traditions ask Ish Fan Kids tag Junior Secret Squad tag JSS Overview JSS and Mercair SBs JSS Older designs Fool's Fate Masterpost

Nicepants

Graham (OLD)

RG01XRG02

Vee (OLD) (Fuse all)

Dogi

Trix and Trixie (OLD) Dogi 1 Dogi 2 Dogi 3 Pup

FukuSkate

Sizzle (OLD)

Trauma Boys

Mei (OLD) Milo (OLD) Tae (OLD) Hyunie (OLD)

Italian Sparrow

G'resh Ezio & An (OLD)

Johnson Kids and Daz's Kid

Edgy Kids (OLD) (Rework)

Younger Gen

Vanilla Choco

Karma (OLD) Neri (OLD)

FriskKid

Liz (OLD) Gecky (OLD) (Rework/fuse Velox) | Gecky ask Azula (OLD) (Rework) Somil (OLD) (Rework)

Asriel's Kids

Hope (OLD) (Rework) Faith (OLD) (Rework)

Suselle

Donny (OLD) | Baby

Non-Ish/AUs

UnderCult

Neriah Kariem | Drawing

IshSwap

Papgore kids (OLD) | Updated Tempest design Napstasans kids (OLD) T-Rex kids (OLD) Oriental Lily kids (OLD)

Spamvil

Cameran, Pinochle, Scamlynn, Pip (OLD) | Cameran updated | Pinochle, Scamlynn, & Pip updated Pyramid & Ponzi (OLD)

Swatchton

Gradient & Buckette (OLD)

Misc.

The Owl House

Azura Apollo Piper Kiara TOH fankids ask

Pokemon

Joyce

Fankid Adopts

Fankid Adopts

[carlyraejepsans]

omg please post your friskkid art they are so so cute

i will!!!! i will post a Lot of frisk art in general, I've been buding up an art dump of them for a few days now, you guys just gotta give me a bit longer >:]

[catboymoments]

friskkid bad bc uhhhhh *spins wheel* frisk used mk as a stepladder

HOW PROBLEMATIQUE

[dhundertale]

Weighing Worth (Flowisk)

…DH flowisk hurt/comfort for the soul :)

This is before Frisk started dressing up nicely, with cute skirts and dresses, tank tops, hair extensions, etc.

The song used here is “Ugly” by Nicole Dollanganger.

Tw: body-shaming/fatphobia, light self-harm (pinching), implied CSA, mentioned child neglect, mentioned EDs, and intrusive thoughts.

**********************

(You said they made fun of your body…Humiliation in your eyes when you told me…)

--------------------------

Flowey wasn’t used to vulnerability anymore. Once in his many lifetimes, he would have admittedly been used to the emotional sobs and desperate mewls for help, but those times had long since faded out of his life, leaving him with a dull experience (for the most part.)Frisk had only thrice been emotional in front of him. All three times were his fault, honestly, and he was surprised Frisk still chose to be merciful during those occasions, but regardless, they weren’t exactly the most open person when it came to negative emotions. At least, that’s what he could tell through both examining them at a distance and talking to hem upfront.

So, he couldn’t exactly say he was expecting it when Frisk quietly crept into his room at Asgore’s, soft sobs wracking their body. In fact, he was so surprised, that he audibly squeeled when Frisk hugged his vines.

There were plenty of people Frisk could have gone to for something like this. Chara, MK, Toriel, Asgore, Sans, Paps…the list goes on and on, and if Flowey were to be honest with himself, he would have expected his name to be at the very bottom of it, or not on it at all. It was probably about five minutes before Flowey managed to splutter out a half-hearted “Whats wrong with you…?”

What he wasn’t expecting was for them to answer, with no hesitation, a sobbing cry of “T-they said I-I’m ugly!”

He reeled back, just far enough to where he could see their eyes. Their glistening, soft, blue eyes. Filled to the brim with tears and self-loathing, and above all, unfiltered humiliation. It made what little soul he had flare with unkempt rage and…protectiveness?

--------------------------

(Well, I’m gonna find them, don’t you worry…I’ll make sure they’re really fucking sorry.)

--------------------------

“What fuckwad said that?!” he asked, his aggressive tone luckily not distressing Frisk further; perhaps they were already used to it from him, or…maybe they found it comforting, somehow…but that would be an absurd concept, Flowey had to admit.

“K-Kevin…a-and his friends…! T-they…they wouldn’t stop f-following me a-and telling me I’m gross a-and c-calling me chunky!” Frisk’s voice grew into a higher pitch the longer they spoke, stuttering through each sob they tried and failed to suppress.

Flowey new full-well the signs of a panic attack coming – Asriel and his memories with Chara had taught him as much – and he knew Frisk was heading that way if he didn’t calm them down soon.

“Hey, hey- Frisk, look, you’re alright now! Those assholes aren’t in this house with us, right? So just breathe! I’d cut them open if they got even a METER within the house!”

Frisk began to focus on their breathing, trying to slow it into a soft intake, rather than a manic in-and-out. While they worked on that, Flowey subconsciously wrapped his vines around them – which, he supposes counted as a hug – and began thinking of all the ways he would teach the shitheads that shamed Frisk lessons. He certainly had a lot of practice screwing up the lives of people…he was ready to make the earth they walked on hell.

--------------------------

(You say you’re embarrassed of your body…You told me you think you’re really ugly…Well, my love, I know you don’t see…what I see…)

--------------------------

Frisk gently pinched his vines between their fingers and rubbed them, as their breath evened out and their sobs lessened, simmering into soft cries. Flowey tried to stop himself from shuddering under their loving touch, but it was just too hard not to, when Frisk hands were so soft. He felt heat rise to his cheeks, and looked away as he sputtered out, “You know, th-those losers’ opinions of you mean jack-shit!”

Frisk giggled lightly, tears still falling freely from their diamond eyes. Frisk quietly murmured in response “Y-you sure have been swearing a lot since you got your soul…”

Flowey rolled his eyes, deciding not to respond to that – mainly because he felt called-out, and didn’t want Frisk to realize it – and instead found himself murmuring “You know you can talk to me,” despite himself. He wasn’t even sure where that came from, or why. It was so unlike him, that he almost felt dysphoric over his spontaneous and unplanned response. Frisk, too, seemed taken aback and promptly began sobbing again – though Flowey hoped it was because of his thoughtfulness, and not because he distressed them.

“I-I just…I hate that th-they’re right…a-about my body…” Frisk whispered, curling into a tight ball within Flowey’s vines. They looked…so small and weak like that. Flowey had to fight back the intrusive thoughts about how easy it would be to just break them.

“Frisk…you aren’t…well…erm…” Flowey immediately regretted not thinking through his words first, because Frisk looked up, horrified and ashamed, before hyperventilating and gripping the fat on their arms like iron, so hard it already was turning red from irritation.

“Wait, Frisk- God, just- ugh!!” he smacked himself multiple times in the face, internally screaming to just pull himself together dammit. After a minute of doing this, he yelled, with no thought behind it “YOURE ATTRACTIVE! SO JUST- STOP!”

--------------------------

(Anything that is beautiful people want to break…And you are beautiful, I’m afraid…)

--------------------------

Frisk’s entire body froze. Flowey and Frisk stared at one another, wide-eyed, in complete tension for a good minute. Frisk’s hands slowly fell to their sides, their mouth gaping lightly, as red slowly rose into their cheeks. Flowey had no doubt he was humiliatingly flushed, but instead of focusing on himself, he decided to use healing-aloe from his vines on the irritated spots on Frisk’s arms, from where they were pinching themself.

“…Your body is…its…” he could feel his soul rapidly crashing against his chest, like a wild heartbeat, “…its just fine the way it is. Having more weight than someone else is…it’s not something that makes you gross, okay? That’s just stupid. What would be gross is if you refused to wash yourself! Or if you got lame tattoos, instead of cool ones!” he was talking nonsense, and he knew it full well, but Frisk’s wide eyes encouraged him to keep going “but just having some squish? That just makes you like- ugh, I don’t know, what cushy term would Chara use? Erm…pillow! Yeah, it makes you like a pillow.”

Frisk and Flowey sat in a tense silence, staring each other down. Slowly but surely, Frisks hands drifted back to the chub on their stomach, arms, and legs and pinched it – except this time, they were gentle. As if really thinking about how it felt in their fingers.

The silence continued, then, for another eight minutes. Flowey felt beads of sweat growing on his petals, out of the sheer anticipation of what Frisk might say about his sickeningly sweet reassurances. When Frisk finally spoke, it made Flowey startle just a little.

“…My…original dad…he always said that I was too fat…” they stared at their stomach “…e-even when my parents d-didn’t feed us…” their legs wobbled a bit, as if they were sick to their stomach “…and I hoped that…if I…just…weren’t so fat…h-he would love me like he loved Celest…”

Flowey felt cold nausea run through his body, making him feel deathly ill. Something about that pervert of all people being the cause behind Frisk’s eating disorders and body dysmorphia was…so much worse. The idea that he was trying to mold Frisk into his idea of a “perfect girl” made his soul feel like it was going to burst from the anger boiling within it.

Even though he knew that Frisk’s biological “father” never did anything physical to Frisk or Celest, just the verbal implications alone…it made him so unbelievably murderous, as if he wasn’t dangerous enough.

It always made him somewhat proud of himself. He never considered doing anything like that, no matter how bored he was. Never. It was disgusting. No matter what intrusive thoughts he had, they never stooped that low. He wasn't a good person by any means, but at least he wasn't vile scum like Frisk's "father."

Whatever. Not the point. Why was he making this about himself again? Frisk was still waiting for an answer...

--------------------------

(You said you’re ashamed of your body…You’d rather die than show me…But I would love you in any form you take…)

--------------------------

“That’s why you never wear things you like, then?” Flowey stated bluntly. Frisk’s jaw clenched and their body went stiff. He was spot on.

“I…I wear things I think are comfortable…” Frisk murmured quietly. Flowey wrapped a vine around their shoulder gently.

“You wear things that are comfortable and hide your body, dorkwad. I’m not that stupid.” Frisk smiled lightly, “So you admit you are at least a little stupid?”

Flowey huffed, “Oh, shut up! Just- ugh! Tell me what you want to wear! So I can tell Dad, or Mom, or- I don’t know, Chara! Or your boyfriend MK!”

Frisk gasped, “Excuse me, they are NOT my boyfriend!...yet.”

Flowey snorted and rolled his eyes, pulling his vines away from them entirely, and folding them together as if they were arms to fold “yeah, yeah, whatever! Just tell me your dumb fashion shit!”

And they did. They sat there, probably for an hour, going back and forth. Dresses, skirts, crop tops, tank tops, shorts, jeans, leggings…all of it and more were discussed. Mainly, it was just Frisk rambling, but Flowey was sure to add in snarky but secretive encouragement. Or, at least, he thought it was secretive, but anyone could see through him and know his true intentions.

In the end, Frisk rambled themself to sleep, wrapped up in blankets and vines. They went on to ask Flowey out on a clothes-shopping date the next day, to which he complied. It was from then on that Frisk began showing off new outfits every time they visited Flowey…and slowly, as the weeks went on, began to grow comfortable in their preferred outfits on a daily. While Kevin and his friends…they all got what they had coming, for messing with Flowey’s princess. Frisk (much to Flowey’s luck) didn’t notice when they stopped coming around for a few weeks, so Flowey never had to face Frisk’s (merciful) wrath.

--------------------------

(You said that they say you’re disgusting…That they told you, you were fat and unworthy…Well, my love, I hope you trust me…when I say, “you have a perfect body.”)

--------------------------

Flowey knew that the talk and outfit changes alone wouldn’t end all of Frisk’s body dysmorphia or eating disorders.

They would still be bulimic and anorexic. Would still cringe in the mirror at themself. They would still have their father’s voice berating them internally. They would still have the occasional jerk talk down to them.

But, despite the harshness of their mind and the world, it was still a start. It was the beginning of a road to recovery; a symbol that recovery was still a possibility for Frisk.

And, above all else…it was proof that Flowey’s love for Frisk was not materialistic. And sometimes...

...that’s more than enough.

[hiis-theme]

wow this blog's dead. ummmm.

have some friskkid. :3

[papytonpropaganda]

another request, for @friskibitz, who asked for Frisk/Monster Kid!

[askthedreemurr-fontfamily]

So frisk can flirt pretty well, how well can they handle being flirted with?

You saw how they reacted to MK. Frisk get's flustered and blushes hotter than the sun and redder than a tomato.

-Petra

[franstastic-ideas]

MK could be a loving opponent for blueberry ??

Oh yes, he could! However, Blueberry is a jealous bean of a skeleton monster man sometimes... so him getting defensive over an alternate version of Asriel having feelings for a Frisk that isn't even from Blueberry's universe is entirely possible.

I assure you, he'd be just as jealous if it were MK pursuing Frisk. He's a sweet monster that wants Frisk to be happy more than anything in the world, but he's also super prone to jealousy.

But his huffy-puffy jealousy is the cutest...!!

[puppypaw-wc]

*chants* friskkid fRISKKID FRISKKID-

[xxtwistedfantasiesxx]

Finally done with them all

Day 26: FriskKid

Day 27: Mettalphys

Day 28: Shyrablook

Day 29: Undyrus

Day 30: Secret ship (Self indulgence shit: US Papyrus/myself)

[petra-creat0r]

Gonna be a loooooong day at work today and Ish Fankids won soooooo

[stripestheboar]

Day 26 - FriskKid (Underswap)

Well... this. It’s FriskKid. Yup.

Pairing: FriskKid (Frisk/Monster Kid)

Word Count: 1,039

Frisk loved her sibling more than words could describe.

Monster Kid was a curious case for sure. With no arms, a lizard-like form, and being adopted by the royal family, he seemed to take so much after his parents. The way he smiled and the way he just looked at her with a fondness she’d never known made her feel special. She’d never had a sibling growing up, and any sort of best friends she had were never long lasting, so to have both just stumble across her collapsed figure was a sort of miracle she didn’t think she needed, nor did she think she deserved.

Monsters all around treated her like family, but it was Monster Kid and her new parents that made her feel truly welcome. They fed her, clothed her, took care of her, and other such comforts she had struggles with even comprehending. For the first time in so long, she felt like she was free to be happy and to love. Even still, she felt as though she owed them something in return, despite their denials of the notion.

For a couple of years, this was how life was. She had her first birthday in the Underground, where Monster had given her a heart-shaped locket, something he insisted on fitting on despite not having any arms. It made her cry that day, and it took almost an hour to get her to calm down. Even still, she wouldn’t leave his side for an entire week, feeling as though she was actually apart of the family. Despite that, there was something off. She had gotten to know all of the species of monsters and could recite them by name, and in return they all regarded her as a princess of sorts; it was as if they believed she was actually a daughter to the king and queen. Guilt was the main reason for hesitation to accept such an idea. It was a guilt stemming from listening to her brother. He talked of freedom and the surface, dreaming of a time where he would be able to see the sun for the first time that wasn’t through a large hole. All they needed to do was break that barrier, and his and everyone else’s would finally come true. They just needed souls, and yet her own soul was left untouched and unscathed by weapons or magic of any kind. Her brother was forced to live Underground with the rest of his kind while she just roamed around them. She often wondered how many times the monster thought about just doing away with her already and using her soul to escape. After all, what’s the life of one compared to the lives of an entire race?

Upon expressing this thought to her parents over dinner, not only did they outright shoot it down, they took time to ask her if she was okay. She appreciated the gesture, but it never erased the guilt she still felt. One would think Monster would be the only one to put it to rest, but it only intensified her feelings about the subject. Still, even so, she kept these feelings hidden, just in time for Monster to receive their mother’s old video recorder as a present.

Frisk found out she had a bit of a taste for mischief. She wasn’t horrible to her brother by any means, but boy did she love to tease and play a few pranks on the sibling in question. Being around other humans for so long, she had picked up a little trick beforehand with her face. It usually warded humans away, but with Monster, it only served to scare the crap out of her sibling. She’ll be the one to admit it first: she wasn’t the kindest when it came to those moments. She had once accidentally hurt her brother so hard, he had begun to cry, and yet she stood here howling with laughter. Asgore had pulled her aside to give her a talk about love and the treatment of others. Monster didn’t seem to mind it much afterwards, however. He even tried to catch her a few times on camera.  

Her brother wasn’t much of a klutz, but he was definitely a forgetful one. She would laugh at him whenever he left the cap on the camera, causing most of their tapes to wind up black and unwatchable. Still, they kept them anyways, mostly for the audio. Their parents found them quite amusing, and the reminiscing they did whilst talking on tape. Eventually it became a sort of joke within the family. Every so often Monster would pop in with the camera taped to his head, telling everyone to smile. Instantly their parents would straighten up and smile widely before they noticed the cap had been left on. It always led to a fit of giggles and chortles. However, despite these happy times, it could never counteract one of their last tapes.

Once Monster had brought up the flowers when talking about their mother, she had a brilliant idea. It was an idea to be spoken off camera, of course. She could feel that long lasting guild fading as she explained the plan to her brother. Monster refused it outright, even getting to the point of tears when thinking of losing his sister. It actually made her soul ache at the sight. Still, she knew it was the only way her brother and her family to be free once again. This was her purpose.

This was why she was here.

They would do it together, they agreed. While Frisk may be gone in body, she would stay with Asriel in soul, helping him into the outside world and letting him see the world he dreamt of.  

She loved her brother, and she was willing to do anything for him to be happy and free. The thoughts of being connected to him after death was one of the only comforts in this plan. Still, she couldn’t help the tears that rolled down her face as she forced each flower into her mouth. That just couldn’t be helped, but it would soon all be worth it.

Frisk loved her sibling more than words could describe.

[utmonsterfriends]

Frisk with Mikey (MK)! P.S. Apparently, my experience with drawing Bonnie can transfer to drawing Frisks! I think its cause they look similar.

[catboymoments]

ive been thinking about friskkid recently . Have u noticed that frisk is noticeably taller than mk

OHHHH CUTE

[dhundertale]

Best Friends for Lonely Times

Authors note: MK uses they/he pronouns in DH. Usually they/them, but he/him on occasion.

---------------------------------------------------------

Frisk was known for asking too many questions. The questions weren’t typically educational, either. They were usually personal or even philosophical.

“If atoms make up everything, does that mean they make up hopes and dreams?”

“If God is real, how did He come to exist?”

“Do I have any grandparents, Papa Asgore?”

“How long did the previous humans stay with you, Mama?”

The questions were next-to-never-ending. The fourteen-year-old seemed to never be satisfied with the knowledge they had. They were known to eavesdrop, snoop around people’s things, ask so many questions ones brain would begin to melt.

Most people tried to gently push them to find answers elsewhere. Sometimes, when their questions got a little too invasive, they got a gentle scolding.

One person, however, never seemed to have an issue with their questioning. In fact, he would sit with them for hours upon hours, asking questions back and forth, and both trying their best to answer one another.

His name? MK. Also known by many as “Monster Kid,” though Frisk knew their true full name is “Mikid” or “Mike.” But they were best known as MK, by friends and family alike.

One day, while having a question-session (as MK had lovingly decided to title it), Frisk slipped out with a question they immediately regretted.

“Why don’t I ever see your parents?”

Frisk didn’t even want to ask it, honestly. They were scared of the answer they may have received; scared that, like them, MK also lived a life of fear under their parents’ shadows.

But he didn’t miss a beat, answering as soon as the question came off Frisk’s lips. Their voice was a bit sad with the answer, though.

“My parents are like, way busy, yo! They’d love to meet you though, haha!”

And that’s when the topic became main conversation.

“Where are they? Why are they busy?” Frisk followed up, leaning in on MK’s shoulder, in an attempt to lessen their sadness, to which he leaned against them in return. Both the kids blushed at the contact, and MK cleared their throat before their next answer.

“My dad is like, super cool! He’s a doctor, haha!”

Frisk couldn’t help the smile that swept over their face at that response. Being a doctor was something Celest proudly announced she wanted to do when she was a kid. Frisk still hoped, that somewhere in Celest’s mind, that dream wasn’t forgotten.

“That’s really cool!”

“Yo, I know! And my mom, she does construction! Shes been even more busy than we were underground! Way more houses to make, haha!”

“They both sound really nice!” Frisk exclaimed, pulling MK into a tight hug, “Are you cool cuz you got their cool-genes, or is that all you?

MK turned bright red, their tail furiously flicking around in excitement and flusterment, “Haha, yooo, its all me!! I’m way cooler than my parents! No offense to them, haha!”

Frisk laughed and planted kisses all over his face, avoiding only his lips, as they responded heartily “Hell yeah! You’re a cool little dracan, always protecting lil-ol-princess me~!”

They growled in response, huffing out a little bit of fire, “Yeah!! I’ll protect ya from anything, dude!”

They both laughed, collapsing into the grass together. His tail wrapped around their waist, and Frisk settled their head into MK’s chest.

“Do you wish they were around more?”

MK sighed, shrugging, “Yo, I don’t know. I just miss em sometimes. They used to be around a lot, now they just aren’t, y’know?”

Frisk understood that feeling. They could still remember when Celest was home on a daily basis, always to watch over them, day and night, protecting them from all dangers…and they could remember the day she began to fade away at night, little by little, until Frisk was left hopeless in the dark hours, prey to the predators roaming the place they were supposed to see as “home.”

“Yeah…I think I understand. If you’re ever feeling lonely at home, you can come stay at mine, okay? You’re always welcome to come hang with me.”

MK blushed and looked aside, “Yo, that’s really uh, cool. I’ll definitely do that, haha. Make sure Mrs Toriel has enough pie for me, alright?”

Frisk chuckled, “Of course! I’ve always got your back, dude.”

“Haha, yeah! We’re like, a duo!”

‘A couple,’ Frisk wanted to say, but they didn’t have the confidence to say it yet. They didn’t want to risk the rejection that so often tagged along with a statement like that. Besides, MK as a friend was more than they felt they deserved anyways. He was just…so cool. Too cool for them.

Silence fell between the two, as the sky turned orange, and the sun grew low. It wasn’t until

Frisk was about to ask MK if they had to go home, that they realized he had fallen asleep. Of course, Frisk wouldn’t wake them. Frisk simply stood up, before gently lifting them into their arms, and beginning the walk to his house.

They would always carry him home, if they so needed it.

Always.