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((hey xee here so uh yeah
for about 2 years ive been on and off of rping and i think that this might be my last time (maybe). but its not bc of the ppl!! u guys are amazing ! its just that i cant really keep up with everything. sooo hiatus for now i guess?
but in the mean time u can check out my main )
Open starter -GREEN IS NOT A CREATIVE COLOR-
Kiss panted, blood pulsing through his body at rapid amounts, his vision blurry. He felt hot, exhausted, yet hysteric. He sat up on a bed of flowers just outside the exit of Mt. Ebott. Something happened. Something - someone - took control of him. He’s no longer himself, but…
Chara…?
He saw Chara. He saw them. Then the next minute they were gone, and they were possessing him. He can almost hear them speaking. He thought they were telling him that ‘they were going to get their revenge, whether it means to kill or be killed’.
Kiss was scared, tears rolling down his face. He doesn’t think that no one is around, probably not. But Chara was forcing him to do things he doesn’t want to do.
Send me 'sniffles' to find my muse while they're crying.
worried starters
trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )
“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
Send me 'sniffles' to find my muse while they're crying.
Open starter -GREEN IS NOT A CREATIVE COLOR-
Kiss panted, blood pulsing through his body at rapid amounts, his vision blurry. He felt hot, exhausted, yet hysteric. He sat up on a bed of flowers just outside the exit of Mt. Ebott. Something happened. Something - someone - took control of him. He’s no longer himself, but...
Chara...?
He saw Chara. He saw them. Then the next minute they were gone, and they were possessing him. He can almost hear them speaking. He thought they were telling him that ‘they were going to get their revenge, whether it means to kill or be killed’.
Kiss was scared, tears rolling down his face. He doesn’t think that no one is around, probably not. But Chara was forcing him to do things he doesn’t want to do.
Kiss sets up a tripod camera on the grass. He turns it on and begins filming his “ultimately rad skills”.
“Okay, hey. It’s Kiss here,” He says with his face inches away from the lens. “And today, I’m gonna show you guys my awesome skills. Watch me throw my Burnt Pan like a boomerang, it’ll come back to me, yo.”
With all of his confidence, Kiss throws the Pan with a grunt and-
-CRASH-
The Pan went crashing into a window of someones’ home.
For a full 4 seconds, Kiss stands there, then quickly runs to the camera mumbling “fuck fuck fuck”. He shuts it off and stares at the shattered window.
“What the fffffffrickle did I just do.”
For a moment, nothing happens. Then there’s a loud thud inside the building - the sound of somebody half-running, half-falling down the stairs.
A second later, a skeleton, practically exploding with anger, poked his head through what was left of the window. “WHO THREW THAT?!”
As Kiss fumbled with the tripod, he jumped at someone shouting. At him.
He slowly looked up to see a small skeleton poking out the broken window. Fuckle it’s one of the monsters, he thought. And the skeleton was clearly fucking pissed off.
“Uh… y-yo! Sorry about that!” Kiss shouted back at the skeleton as he picked up his fallen camera. “Yeeeeuhhhhhhope I didn’t cause too much damage!” What the hell that’s a stupid thing to say??? I broke the window?? What??
The angry skeleton disappeared from the window, grumbling something about “obnoxious kids, actin’ like they own everything, oughtta learn a thing or two about lawsuits”.
Then the door to the house slammed open, and he marched outside. He held the Burnt Pan like it was a golf club or something - and he clearly didn’t know how to golf. When he reached Kiss, he twirled the Pan in his hand and then pointed it in the boy’s face. “What in the name of all that is hopeful and good did you do that for?!”
Kiss gulped and held the camera in his shaking hands. The skeleton was coming towards him. He looks a lot like Sans...
“Uh... I-I didn’t mean, I swear!” Kiss stuttered. He gestured his hands back and forth at the tripod and himself. “I-I was filming- trying to film a video. Like one of those viral videos kids do today! I th-thought I could pull off like, uh, some awesome trick, but instead I kinda broke your window...” Kiss’ voice lowered until it was quiet as a mouse.
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“I’m the main character!”
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“Are you filming a movie or something?” Jimmy tilted his head curiosly.
“Hm, bring me a copy of it when you finish then, I haven’t watched anything in a long time!”
“I’m trying to. Trying is the keyword here.” Kiss says as he sets his camera on the tripod. “I’ve always taken an interest in acting, but cooking also always wins.”
Kiss looks up at Jimmy. “Hm… I don’t know if you’d wanna see it. I’m not THAT good.”
“Well, my father always said that the important thing is that you’re trying your best, so I guess that’s fine.” Jimmy smiled and shrugged.
“It can’t be that bad, and I don’t really have much to do.” He looked at Kiss. “Well, I don’t really have a TV so scratch that.”
“Heh, yeah, I guess that’s true!” Kiss chuckled, but he then raised his eyebrows. “You don’t have a TV? What about a projector of some sort? If not, I can try and find you one in the dumpster, hehe!” Kiss smiled, forming some sort of way to find a TV. Dumpsters, yeah. But maybe gathering up some money to but a cheap one?
“I don’t really have a place to plug a TV, and it would probably distract me from my job.” He explained, throwing another ice block in the river.
“Maybe you could make an audio version of your movie, so I don’t have to look at it? ”
“Dang, well okay then.” Kiss said. Although dumpster diving is pretty cool.
“Actually, that ain’t a bad idea!” Kiss snapped his fingers in thought. “I could try to turn it into audio, and put it on a radio?” As Kiss thought hard, he had another idea. “How would your feel of being in the movie, if you had time off?”
“You know, like those old soap operas? It’s always fun to imagine the characters rather than just looking at them for once.” The wolf smiled.
“Me? Well, my life isn’t that interesting, but I guess I could help you! Don’t tell anyone I left though, they’ll probably get mad at me…”
“Cool!” Kiss said. He took off the lens cap, but then looked at his pile of messy papers. He got up and picked up a rock that was keeping them from blowing away. He began going through the papers.
“I kinda wrote, like, an outline of sorts. I mean, it’s not the best, but I have that ‘the main character trudges through the forest, then encounters an enemy who will also be a guide for the main characters arc.’ That’s all I wrote?” Kiss raised his eyebrows and scratched his head.
(( i wanna create an undertale au but there are so many out there cries))
I think I can die now :D That’s my favourite AU~ Как же я их люблю <3
sm mtts….
I need more Flowerfell Frisk and Snas
maybe the reason why no one will rp with you is because you're an oc
((tbh i cant tell if this is someone trying to give me a ffact or if this is hate but either i kinda know that. some ppl of the undertale rping community arent fond of ocs (like the souls)))
* Two desperate boys, Scott and Gerald, patrol the mountain, cutting through grasses and trees.
* Neither of them can find their friend. They call his name.
* D̴̸̷̴̵̸̸̷̸̷̶̵̵̵̵̶̵̶̶̸̸̷̸̶̶̸̷̸̴̴̷̷̶̴̴̸̶̷̴̵̶̷̴̴̵̸̷̸̶̸̵̸̸̶̷̷̴̶̷̴̶̸̴̶̷̸̶̴̵̷̴̸̷̴̵̷̸̵̷̷̸̶̴̴̷̴̸̴̴̸̶̶̴̷̶̴̴̸̵̶̶̷̴̸̴̶̴̸̶̷̶̴̷̴̸̵̸̶̶̴̶̶̵̵̷̴̷̷̵̴̵̷̵̵̴̶̷̴̸̷̵̷̵̶̴̷̴̴̵̵̸̵̶̸̶̡̧͙͎̺͉̩̹̓͛̀̋̇͂́̆͆͜͜͝a̴̴̷̴̴̸̶̶̸̵̷̶̸̵̷̵̶̷̴̷̵̸̵̵̸̸̷̷̷̶̶̴̶̵̵̸̸̵̵̴̸̴̵̵̸̸̶̴̵̷̷̶̸̷̸̷̴̷̸̵̷̴̸̷̵̸̷̴̸̷̴̵̵̵̸̵̴̸̸̶̴̴̴̶̷̴̷̷̸̸̷̴̶̶̶̴̴̴̵̶̷̶̷̴̷̸̴̶̶̷̶̵̵̸̷̷̶̶̵̷̵̷̴̴̴̵̶̴̶̷̶̷̸̴̶̸̷̵̶̴̵̴̷̶̶̷̶̶̷̸̴̵̷̷̸̩͈̦̜͖̮̹̖̲̋̓̓̈́̈́̿͛͘͜͝͝m̷̷̸̸̴̴̷̶̸̶̸̴̸̵̵̸̷̶̵̵̴̷̸̶̵̷̶̷̷̷̸̵̷̷̴̸̴̶̴̴̷̸̵̸̶̵̵̷̵̸̸̸̶̶̴̷̶̴̸̷̵̷̸̷̶̶̸̴̵̴̴̶̵̶̵̸̸̸̴̵̵̷̸̵̴̵̸̸̷̵̶̷̷̵̸̵̴̴̸̶̸̶̶̸̴̴̴̵̷̴̴̴̷̸̵̴̴̶̵̷̵̴̵̴̴̸̸̸̸̷̶̷̴̷̶̵̴̶̷̶̸̵̸̶̴̶̸̴̴̶̸̵̶̴̵̘̦͔͈͖̮͈̹̤̹͋͑̄̔͒̓͠͝͝͝ȉ̵̶̷̴̴̶̶̸̴̴̸̵̶̸̴̴̵̷̶̷̵̶̶̵̵̵̵̶̸̴̸̷̸̴̷̵̸̴̶̵̵̸̴̴̷̷̶̷̸̶̶̵̷̴̴̵̶̶̵̴̵̸̷̷̶̴̴̶̷̵̶̸̴̴̶̵̸̶̵̸̴̸̷̵̸̶̵̵̷̸̷̵̸̵̷̷̶̴̴̷̷̵̴̴̵̵̶̸̸̵̶̶̴̴̷̷̷̷̴̵̷̶̸̴̶̴̴̷̴̴̶̶̴̷̶̶̷̸̴̸̵̵̵̷̷̶̶̸̵̴̵̷̵̴̴̡̡̧̻̥̻̱̮͇͛̊̂͊̏̈͆͋̄ͅe̸̴̸̵̶̴̶̴̶̴̵̴̴̶̸̸̷̷̴̶̷̴̶̸̸̵̴̶̵̶̸̷̸̵̶̷̷̵̷̷̸̶̴̷̵̴̵̸̴̷̵̵̶̵̸̵̴̷̶̴̶̶̸̴̵̴̵̴̶̸̷̴̵̶̸̷̴̷̵̵̸̴̶̷̵̵̶̴̴̵̶̸̵̶̵̵̶̶̴̶̷̴̶̸̵̷̵̴̸̸̵̶̴̵̶̶̸̵̷̵̸̶̴̵̸̷̶̸̸̶̷̴̸̴̵̸̶̷̴̵̷̸̸̸̶̸̴̴̷̵̷̶̷̷̴̛͓͙̗̺̯̻̹̘̤̻̍̂̀̃̓̈̀̅̕n̴̵̶̷̴̸̸̸̷̸̶̶̶̶̴̴̸̵̶̴̴̶̵̴̷̷̷̶̸̷̴̷̸̶̴̴̶̴̶̶̵̵̵̴̷̸̶̴̸̸̵̷̶̸̴̵̵̴̴̸̸̸̵̵̶̸̶̴̶̵̶̷̷̶̶̷̸̸̸̵̷̶̷̵̸̸̴̴̷̴̷̵̷̷̶̷̸̶̵̷̶̷̵̸̶̵̶̴̸̷̶̵̵̶̷̷̷̸̴̴̷̴̸̶̷̷̴̷̵̶̷̵̵̶̵̵̴̵̷̵̴̶̷̷̷̷̷̸̵̵̵̶̸̵̴̨̗͍̙͖̼̹̙̱̊̆̂͐̆͊̀͋̈́̓͜!̴̶̸̸̴̴̵̵̶̷̵̶̷̴̶̶̵̷̴̸̶̶̶̷̸̶̶̶̴̸̶̴̸̵̴̷̴̶̵̷̶̴̸̵̴̵̸̸̴̸̷̶̷̵̵̴̶̷̶̷̴̷̸̴̵̸̷̷̵̵̴̵̴̶̸̶̶̶̵̵̵̶̵̴̶̴̵̸̸̵̷̵̸̸̶̸̸̵̴̴̴̶̷̸̴̷̷̶̵̸̸̴̸̵̵̸̸̸̸̶̵̷̷̵̴̵̴̸̵̸̶̶̶̸̷̸̷̷̷̸̷̵̷̶̵̶̷̷̵̸̸̷̵̴̶̢͇͍͍̳̫̦̜̎̾͊͂̈́̓̃̌́͝ͅͅ
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