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Ask/RP blog for a multifandom-friendly OC with ties to Undertale & Delta Rune. Semi-selective. Written by Malum. M!A: None Event: ??? [Mun is 21+, but no NSFW will appear on this blog]

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“Hello, dear Writers, Readers, and In-Between-ers. This blog is currently under new management, so pardon the dust! We’re here to make sure that everything stays stable and secure. We are here to help you, so bear with us!” The tall and lanky entity seems to be fiddling with a few buttons here and there, their back towards you, though their words seem directed at you.

> SAVE corruption at 10%

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> User granted access

> del /f C:PLAYER_LUDIO.zip

> CAUTION! SOME FILES MAY BE UNSTABLE! DO YOU WISH TO CONTINUE?  Y  N

> Y

> DELETING FILE C:PLAYER_LUDIO.zip

A problem has been detected and the system has been shut down to prevent damage to your device.

STATUS_SYSTEM_PROCESS_TERMINATED

Technical Information:

*** STOP: 0xC000021A

Beginning dump of physical memory Physical memory dump complete.

Contact your system administrator or technical support group for further assistance.

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* A few splintered chips of wood seem to clatter to the ground. Somewhere, you hear laughter. It echoes, seeming to come from several voices.

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* It’s Dark Here...

* Is this death? I feel myself slipping away. I don’t want to go yet. I still have stories to experience. People need me still.

* ...So that’s it. My story has ended?

* ...fine. let’s get this over with.

The Entity begins to Fall, and Fall, and Fall...ever deeper. All memory of It slowly dissipates, and what was once a Player begins to  D R O W N  once more. It loses all sense of Self. All sense of Existence. All Sense. No memory remains of It, no history. Those who would have known It, slowly begin to Forget.

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"mmm." He has nothing to say about that. How long has he been 'alive' again? Existence is a funny thing. "importance is a matter of perspective, as many things tend to be. deemed trivial to you, yet may another grant importance unto it." He has no need to play the fool with this one, they've seen him drop that disguise. His expression DOES shift into one of discontent, even disgust at the smell of a cigarette. The smoke stutters and twitches near him but doesn't disperse. "do as you will."

They frown, crushing the cigarette in the palm of their hand, before opening it to reveal sticks of cinnamon and a few dried lavender bunches. A parlor trick compared to most of their magick. With a sigh, they offer a stick of cinnamon to him, gnawing on another one. “Care f’r a snack? They’ve got a nice crunch to ‘em.” Seems they’ve decided to stick around for a while. They plop themselves down on the ground, joints creaking, cracking, and popping as they do so. “So,” they begin with a smirk, “what has the famous Fleur Rhodes been up to while I was away?”

[underground-enquirer]

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He looks, with tired eyes that see much more than any give credit for nor would wish upon a child's form, up from his place on the ground, and lets the half smile tug at his lips. The watercolor designs of blues and greens and purples are already fading, naught but specks of paint upon his clothes. "time really does go by fast, doesn't it?" His eyes return to the crown of vines and flowers he's forming with nature magic, the one on his head the only ounce of color to be seen aside from jewelry.

“...Yeah. It really does feel that way, doesn’t it? The longer you’re around, the faster time seems to pass by.” They seem to have a hard time focusing on their surroundings, fingers drumming a beat against their forearms. Thunk, thunk-thunk-thunk, thunk-thunk, thunk, thunk-thunk-thunk, thunk-thunk... They shake their head, hood hiding their expression. The shadows seem darker inside their hood, and the dimmest flickers of gold can be seen, two pinpricks in the inky darkness. When they speak next, their voice carries a weariness that is often hidden from the rest of the multiverse. “Anyway...’m sure you have more important things t’ do than catch up with this old Player.” They’re worried about the lack of colour, but they trust him to know what he’s doing.

They sigh, rummaging around in their pockets before pulling a cigarette from somewhere within their jacket. With a snap of their fingers, it’s lit, the scent of cinnamon and lavender wafting around the pair. Ludio takes a few long drags from it, the shadows brightening ever so slightly. A glimpse of tar and pine sap, dripping from their jaws before falling into the shadows and disappearing...that’s all that’s seen before Ludio puffs out a cloud of smoke, the scent of the cigarette growing stronger. Slowly, their fidgeting stops, and they laugh again, the bells sounding clogged up, dusty. “Yeah, uhm. Don’t let me keep y’ from anything important.”

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❤ / ☰

❤  I think I trust you, but I am still cautious around you. / ☰  I am still trying to figure you out. I’m not sure if I can trust you.

Ludio laughs, bells ringing hollow. The whispers grow louder, the chains grow tighter. “That’s fair, Fleur.” You’re right to be cautious...I’m dangerous to those close to me. “By the way, I’ve been thinking...it feels like too long since we’ve spoken.” I wish I could apologize for disappearing, I wish I could offer an explanation. But that’s in the past.

And the past has a way of catching up...

[armed-and-alxne]

Muse Trust Test!

How much does your muse trust mine? Leave a rating in my ask box and my muse will react to it!

❤❤❤  I trust you with my life. I know you would never hurt me. ❤❤  I could let my guard down and fall asleep in your presence and feel safe. ❤  I think I trust you, but I am still cautious around you. ☰  I am still trying to figure you out. I’m not sure if I can trust you. 💔  Something’s just not right. I’m afraid of you. 💔💔  I’m pretty sure you want to hurt me, and I intend to protect myself. 💔💔💔  The first chance I get, I’m killing you before you kill me.

Or, send ❣⁉ and I will respond with my muse’s rating of their level of trust for yours.

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[ *A guest approaches. A garbled voice echoes forth from their form, resonating deep within you. ]

H̵̶̢͠҉Ę̨͝͞L̷̶͏Ĺ̵Ó͡.҉̴͡͠.̸.̵̡͘͘҉Į̴̴̸̀'̷͘͘͘V̷҉E̢͘͝͞ ̨͠҉̸B̵̨̧̕E̡͞͡͡E̷̛͘͘͟N͢͞͝͠͞ ̛͢W̴̡͡A̴̵͠Į̷̶̡̀Ţ̵͘̕͞I̵̸͟Ǹ̛̛͢͡G̷̕.̡̛̕͘͞.́͠.̷̴͜͞S̵̡͘͞O̵͝͝ ̸̧͜L̡̢Ó̶͟N҉̢̕͜G̴͜͝͞͠.͞͞.̴̡̛͠.̶F̴̕O̷̵͞͝R̵̸̵̀͢ ̸̡̨Ţ̧͢͠H̶̕Į͜͠҉̷S̵͢͡ ̷͟͜Ḑ͟͏͢͞Á̵̕͞Y҉̵͡.̶̵̨.̸̸̛͠.͏

[bruuteforced]

S̶͏̧́o͢m̨͘̕͢e̴͢t̀͘͢h͟҉í̴̷͢n̷͝g͜҉̷̛͢ ̷́͡͞D́͡a̡͢r҉̷̡͏ķ̢͜͞ ́W̶̕͜͟͟ḩ̶̴͟͜ì̷͡s҉͟҉̕p͏͟͏͢è̶͞ŗ̸̀͝s̴̢͡͠.̸̛.͏̢̧.̨̢͝

A history best left forgotten...a universe once dormant...a SAVE thought lost...all this and more has come to surface, facing the burning JUDGEMENT of day.

Welcome...to The Puppet’s Theatre.

Here, you will find no HoPe, no RESPITE from the Nightmares that dwell within. The gods and goddesses have all abandoned you, magick runs wild, and the denizens of the worlds harbor resentment to outsiders. No amount of DETERMINATION can SAVE you here. There are dark forces at work...only through the help of others can you hope to succeed, and push back the evil that reigns here.

// Hello, Narrator here with some information on this little event! This is primarily a Discord-based event, though updates will be posted here, and the blogs of those who join can post updates of their own, should their mun wish to do so. This is a D&D 5e server (with homebrew content), and the event is lasting all throughout the remainder of this month, and possibly even longer than that, depending on how the DM (me) performs. The rules of UNDERTALE will be present, but only vaguely. That means no FIGHTing in shops. I know, it’s a bit sad to hear, but necessary. Minimum starting LV is 13, and the soft cap, for those who are not deities (or assisted by a deity), will be 17. That means you have a range of 5 levels for those without godly help. Hard LV cap is 25, and multi-classing is allowed, up to three classes. The link is limited to 10 people, as I am a bit new to DM-ing, and I might need help with things. Four of those who decide to join will be promoted to Assistant DM, so long as they provide information on their experience with being a DM. And...uhm. If you don’t feel like joining, could you maybe reblog this post to spread it around? Anyway, I hope to see some of you there! The introduction thing is down below this section, so just...y’know. Fill it out if you join Tumblr-side, I guess? If you don’t mind doing so? Also, to those of you who use the anonymous feature of Tumblr, Greyfaces will be allowed to interact, so no worries about being unable to take part! This is the Narrator, signing off (of the post) //

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Ey yo, mind hitting that like/reblog/follow if you feel like you might enjoy roleplaying with a fourth-wall breaking bastard of a mannequin deity? We have our roots in the Undertale community, but we’re open to just about any fandom...Ludio started as a Player in the UT fandom, and now they’re more of a...kind of fandomless drifting deity? Anyway uhhh what else is there...they have two Pokémon, and the main verse is engaged to a Gaster fragment...though that’s more on Discord than it is here. Multi-fandom friendly, and multi-ship friendly? Just...y’know. hit the like/reblog/follow buttons...also check out my Discord server for the main verse’s timeline.......if you want, I guess.

[1-800-needy]

about me.

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name:  Malum nickname: Mal gender:  Nonbinary pronouns:  They / them zodiac:  Gemini birthday:  May 29 sexuality:  pan country:  The good ol’ U.S. religion:  Can none be an option? hogwarts house:  uhhhh Slytherin, last I remember? MBTI:  INFP-T, apparently?

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WAIT FUCK I FORGOT TO SHARE MY DISCORD WITH NYALL—

Here’s the tag thing,,, add me if you want.

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Spooktober Announcements

In Honor Of Spooky Season...

We (that is, Ludio and the Narrator) have decided to open wide the doors of the original timeline. It’s a bit...different, from your average timeline. But feel free to visit, via Discord.

There’s also a small matter that I need to talk about...so I hope nyall will lend your ears. I know we just came back from an unannounced hiatus, and it’s not that right to leave again, but...well. We’ll be MIA (likely from both Tumblr and Discord, but who knows) due to the release of Destiny 2: Shadowkeep. Feel free to hit us up on Discord, if you want. Chances are we might see it. Anyway...yea. That’s really all.

This is your Narrator, Mal, signing off.

See you starside, my friends.

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Your Entity: The Lonely

The Lonely is one of the fourteen main Entities. It is a manifestation of the fear of isolation, of being completely cut off and alone, the fear of being disconnected. The Lonely is likely to prey on those who are already isolated. Those who live an independent or private life with no opportunities for social stimulation are easy targets. Symbols of The Lonely: a cry for help that receives no reply, running helplessly though an empty field, a cold, dark room in which no one enters nor exits, an echo that seems to never end, a door that has rusted shut, a city whose power has shut off, taking a bus ride at midnight.

tagged by stolen from: @cosmosfated

tagging: shit idk. steal it if you want?

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An Echoing Darkness...

Deep in the darkest corners of the multiverse, something rears its head, an odd timeline lost to the waves of the Void finally resurfacing. Do you care to visit the home of gods, a realm without equal?

[xfreischutz]

some designs i’ve been working on 

my favourite is the warlock robes and the riskrunner ornament!