Go on Anon and
curse my muse’s heart with an affliction. Each affliction has a
different effect on the muse and bears a different marking on their
chest (up to the muse’s discretion). To overcome the affliction, you
may suggest a specific condition OR let the involved muses work it
out themselves.
❤ The Cursed Heart
Your muse’s heart has been dealt a curse that caused it to hurt painfully if they are too close to, show endearing emotion or think about someone they love.
💟
The Vile Heart
Your muse’s heart has been stricken black with evil, malicious intent. All their thoughts and actions aim to ruin the well-being and happiness of others, no matter what.
♠
The Primal Heart
Your muse’s heart has grown wild, causing periods of raw primal instincts to overtake them in any situation. Speech, conduct, etc. are all affected.
💔
The Glass Heart
Your muse’s heart becomes incredibly fragile. Their emotions are very easily compromised and their feelings quickly hurt.
💖
The Frozen Heart
Your muse’s heart has become solid ice. Their emotions cannot be any greater than neutral. Love and kindness are not able to come forth.
💓
The Trembling Heart
Your muse’s heart becomes constantly unsettled, causing your muse to be fearful and intimidated far too much. Even the most trivial of circumstances can shake them.
ღ The Burning Heart
Your muse’s heart becomes hot and very quick-tempered, causing them to be hasty in decisions and more often that not, prefer more physical and violent means to any end.
♥
The Frail Heart Your muse’s heart has become weak and
withered. All actions and efforts become much more labored, and
emotions slower to process.
❥
The Turned Heart Your muse’s heart has completely
changed. Everything they do or feel becomes the opposite of how they
would normally be. OR, they instead swap their actions and feelings
with the first muse they interact with.
💘
The Fated Heart Your muse’s heart has been inflicted
with a death curse, causing them to gradually lose life OR causing
their body to gradually turn to stone.
💕
The Mirrored Heart Your muse’s heart has become magically
connected to the heart of first muse they interact with. What happens
to one muse, happens to the other, be it emotional or physical, and
being too far apart causes them pain.
💝
The Shrouded Heart Your muse’s heart is shrouded in
clouds. They are unable to remember those closest to them, and all
emotional experiences become new to them.
❣
The Blinded Heart Your muse’s heart has been illuminated
with incredibly positive feelings. They feel energetic and always
encouraging, but they are blind to anything less than wonderful, be
it pain, suffering or anger.
💞
The Chain-Bound Heart Your muse’s heart has grown a heavy
attachment to the first muse they meet, so much that they are all
your muse thinks about and does anything for. Anyone else feels like
unnecessary baggage to your muse.
“well, look who’s alive after all. howdy sleeping beauty”
The full length mirror stood between the bars of Papyrus’ ill built cell wall. Sans stood as though he were leaning against the right bar, looking off to the left instead of at Error. Various small mirrors and broken bottles surrounded the glitch where he lay. Papyrus had, grudgingly, tied Error up with some rope from his human trap. Sans doubted it would take his prisoner long to free himself.
Error had strung up the mirror near his collection, the face of it pointing outward. He currently had an anon strung in front of him, his threads almost black and he was holding a dark orb. If the anon said anything else stupid it would not end well.
“well that doesn’t look diddly darn good no siree,” he murmured.
He wondered what timeframe he was in compared to when Error first took the mirror but shrugged.
“hey buddy maybe don’t do… whatever it is you’re about to do?”
((You see @errorsansrp, Frisk has a very reasonable theory about @pastapap1. Be nice to some humes 2, lure them to the farm 3. fatten them up 4. eat the humans))
“that’s pretty vicious, oh my.”
“Ah-hah! You aren’t denying it, and it lying by osmosis is a thing than truth by osmosis is a thing too. I’m on to you, Giant Guy!” Frisk shouts from far away, covered in common food allergies and a ring of garlic for superstition.
“hah. You got me, truth by ‘osmosis’.” Sayrus cackled. He made little claw hands like an animal, clawing the air with one with a grin.
“look, you even garnished yourself for me! Boy, I love garlic.” He short cutted himself to directly behind the child, giggling, “you look tasty, oh so sweet.”
It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.
“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.
He glared, stepping forward. He was more curious than murdery right now. Scooping up the mirror, he tapped it with his finger, fascinated.
He slipped the mirror with a grin into his pocket. He opened a rift into the Abyss, stepping in, humming to himself.
I᷅’̄mͅ g᷂o̫ṅn̔aͣ k̊ḛe͒p͢ ỷōu᷃.̚ He mused.
Not hearing the last part, Mirror released his breath and was careful to step back into his gallery before bursting into laughter.
“man am i a richard,” he snorted.
Mirror then pulled out a red post-it note and stuck it to the mirror’s edge. Hopefully Error would assume he was hiding and ignoring him, but even if he didn’t, Mirror now had a peephole into the anti-void. He straightened up and strolled away, whistling back to his home gallery.
Mirror blinked a little before realizing that Error was trying to shake him. Eager to please (and not sure whether it was a good idea to let Error know that he wasn’t exactly tied to the particular mirror) he stumbled a bit.
“uh, hey now, no need to rattle my bones buddy,” he chose his words carefully, “i don’t actually look like you exactly, i just kinda assimilated your reflection into my appearance. i guess you could say i possessed your reflection? i don’t really know. also, in the mirror ‘cause i messed with my gaster’s experiment. yep. so i guess you could call me mirror sans-not to be confused with mirrored sans. that guy’s actually cool.”
Watching Mirror stumble was funny to Error. He snickered a little. The pun was less than desirable, however, and he grumbled lightly.
Hearing him say he possessed his reflection freaked him out. He flung the mirror, his reaction not unlike a child’s reaction to a bug on their arm. It landed on the couch with a dull thump.
He took some steps back, eyeing the mirror suspiciously. God, that thing was weird, and Mirror too.
W̞h̘a̯t̓ t᷇h᷈e̱ ḧ́eͮl᷇ĺ a͒r̊eͫ y̸òu͟.̈.͂.̣
It was a bit surprising being thrown, and Mirror balanced on the gallery ledge, wobbling to keep up the act. He straightened when the mirror landed and answered Error, despite not being in an angle where he could see him.
“nothing interesting believe me. I’m not like the fruit loops 90s prick, promise. i can’t even leave the mirror,” he hesitated,” i just come from a splinter timeline off the alpha… like these guys.” he gestured at the room and tensed in preparation for Error’s reaction.
It was mental debate time for Mirror as he weighed his options. Answer truthfully to a timeline of Error that obviously either hadn’t met him or didn’t have the memory (he knew the other sans had trouble there), or try to continue with the reflection shtick. This was the first time the gaster blasters hadn’t immediately been summoned… maybe honesty could be the best policy.
“i’m a you, my guy. a you in a mirror. uh. there’s not much else actually. as for this,” he waved his right hand around (the reflection of any other sans’ left),”i dunno. its just seems natural once you reflect on it enough.”
Error rolled his eyes, since that was nowhere near what he meant. And the pun almost made him cringe. Sometimes, when encountering different Sanses, he knew how other people felt. Puns were horrible sometimes.
He picked up the mirror, shaking it lightly, seeing if that affected him. It would certainly be hilarious.
Mirror blinked a little before realizing that Error was trying to shake him. Eager to please (and not sure whether it was a good idea to let Error know that he wasn’t exactly tied to the particular mirror) he stumbled a bit.
“uh, hey now, no need to rattle my bones buddy,” he chose his words carefully, “i don’t actually look like you exactly, i just kinda assimilated your reflection into my appearance. i guess you could say i possessed your reflection? i don’t really know. also, in the mirror ‘cause i messed with my gaster’s experiment. yep. so i guess you could call me mirror sans-not to be confused with mirrored sans. that guy’s actually cool.”
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